#ofc it was an office au

[willowser]

willow omg right person wrong time bakugou has me in SHAMBLES 😭😭 if you're still connected to his friend group, you'd meet up occasionally and he'd listen to you mention the person you're seeing to mina or someone 😭 and he'd just turn away even though he can't stop himself from listening 😭 because you deserve happiness and if he butts in, he'd be denying you of that !!!!! (if you ever write anything for this i will eat it up with a spoon even if it hurts not even kidding)

i feel like it kills him to hear, like knife straight through to the heart 🥺 but he'll still ask you stuff like, "your dude buy that shit for you ??" if he sees you with a new necklace or something, and part of it is because he wants to know that he's treating you right, but it's also how he puts out his feelers, to see if you're still together LOL even if he knows he won't make a move, he still wants to know akfnduakak

[meamiiikiii]

[reverse entry au]

a story in two parts

(poor isabeau clicked the wrong chat ASDASFASDAS)

and a bonus! the full pfps below:

*points*

look at those minecraft bgs that i built ASFASFDADADA

[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date 

[florallylly]

i've seen model steve harrington aus. i've seen child steve harrington aus. i present: child model steve harrington

note: this came from my own desperate need to see this conceptualized and i SWEAR i've searched, i just can't find any content with child model steve so. :(

bc little steve harrington was remarkably cherub-like. his large brown eyes and soft pout ensured endless cooing and fussing from his mom's friends. and when he blushed and ducked his head in shyness, they only complimented him more. when he got home that day, his mom smiled at him.

so steve decided that he would put up with the cheek pinching and the squealing. he sat upright in his chair, sitting on his hands so he wouldn't fidget and ruin the image. because he'd do anything to keep his mom smiling at him. if he was being particularly good that day, she'd let him lay his head on her lap on the drive back home.

but everything changed at his father's birthday gala. a nearly eight year old steve harrington sat prim and proper in his seat, but a smile lit up his face--his cheeks round and his dimples showing up. he raised his hand up to cover his giggle, but he couldn't help but laugh at some silly old man with a loose toupee. then he sees his mom approaching, and his face quickly smooths over, going back to the more polite smile he usually adopted when it came to these events.

he'd ruined it. he hadn't continued being the sweet boy his mom wanted. but then, she smiles at him. and introduces him to the man behind her, who says he's a designer. the man holds out his hand, but when steve puts his hand into his palm, he doesn't shake it. the man simply holds his hand, his eyes scanning steve's face. steve tries not to squirm under the attention. but the man nods and smiles at his mom, and he gives two brief cheek kisses to steve, whispering in his ear "you're going to be a star, darling." steve looks at his mom, confused, but she waves him off to continue talking to the man.

a few months later, steve's mom whisks him off on a trip to france. and steve is so excited to go, nearly vibrating in his seat as the airplane prepares to take off. but instead of the eiffel tower and the seine, steve is taken to a studio. he's posed and changed. once again, he's being fussed over, but instead of wealthy socialites, gossiping make-up artists squeal over him. he's "perfect for the shoot" and "the most darling little boy." steve doesn't understand, but his mom is still smiling, so he lets the nice ladies brush powder over his face.

and he looks in the mirror. his hair is a little more tousled and his lips have a slight tint to them and his eyes seem to take up much of his face. he's put into new clothes, and he feels like a doll in their hands. and when he's put in front of the camera, he simply follows the photographer's directions. afterwards, he's bundled into the car and his mom can't stop gushing about how good he was.

apparently, he's a natural. and then she goes back to fussing over him, focusing more on appearance than his behavior now. but she takes him out shopping and they eat at an upscale restaurant along the champs-elysses. and steve is happy.

and then they go back home, and his mom is so much stricter than before. she has him try out all kinds of different hair products, determined to find the best combination to keep it looking shiny and soft. she controls his food intake and what he wears and makes him use weird creams and serums on his face. but this is what makes his mom happy, so he's happy to let her.

his mom is also on the phone a lot more lately, whispering harshly about the quality of brands and steve just assumes she's being picky about the clothes she buys. later, his mom picks him up and holds him, and asks if he'd like to move to italy. she looks at him intently and it's obvious what answer she wants, so steve nods. she smiles and holds him close, and it's the most loved steve has felt in a while.

so they move to italy, and suddenly steve is a lot more busy. he's put in front of more cameras for more people he doesn't know. but he's smiling and pouting and doing whatever they want him to do. his compliant attitude and polite nature have photographers and designers alike singing his praises, and steve always looks to his mom for approval. but she's been arguing with his dad a lot lately, so she's upset more often than not. but that's okay, the make-up artists are always kind to him.

but then one day, his mom takes a phone call in the middle of the shoot. and when it finishes, she's gone. steve goes back in, close to tears, but the make-up artists still hanging around look after him until a car is sent to pick him up. this becomes a trend. and eventually, steve goes alone to his shoots. he's always taken care of by the crew and someone is always there to pick him up, but it's not fun without his mom there.

but he knows that she's always enjoyed him taking pictures, so he continues to do so, hoping that she'll come watch him again sometime soon. and he busies himself with befriending the chatty make-up artists and the bossy photographers and the eccentric designers. and he's such a cute little thing that they can't help but dote on him.

steve is never catapulted into child stardom, as his mom is picky with his jobs, only choosing luxury brands and well known designers for him. but within the industry, they call him the "little prince."

and then steve is catapulted into puberty, but his intense skin regimen prevents him from getting acne, save for the occasional zit. and his diet and religious exercise schedule help maintain his look. and he's still doing remarkably well, especially now that he's fully aware that he is a Model.

and steve has truly grown into his looks. with time, he's grown more comfortable in front of the camera and made numerous friends. nearly all of them are older than him, but they're fun and loud and it fills up the space that normally surrounds him. and they're the ones who get him hooked on american movies. steve remembers living in america, but he's been in milan so long that everything he recalls is vague.

but he watches them and falls in love with the american high school experience. so when he finally catches his mom off the phone and actually in the house, steve asks if he can go to school in america. and his mom laughs. but steve keeps asking, which devolves into begging. and his mother snaps, slapping him across the face and calling him ungrateful. she cries and begs for forgiveness, cowed into shame by steve's desperate attempt to hold back tears.

and so she lets him go to school in hawkins, indiana. an odd choice, but his parents just so happened to own a property there. (in truth, both of his parents expected him to change his mind within the year). but steve finds his place at hawkins high, because even though nobody in hawkins has ever heard of versace, steve is pretty. he's pretty and charming and he knows the right thing to say. after all, he's spent his whole life perfecting his mask.

and even if his mom ended up moving back home with his dad, leaving steve all alone in that big empty house, steve is happy. he's finally hanging out with people his age and high school is so far removed from the glitz and glam of the fashion industry. and he's settled and content with tommy and carol by his side. while he misses his friends back in milan, steve finds himself longing for the clothes more often. hawkins was certainly the opposite of milan, what with the nearest mall being two hours away and only equipped with a macy's and jcpenny.

through it all, steve is determined to be normal. he laughs along with jokes he doesn't quite get and rolls his eyes at carol's cue, and he joins the swim team. and he joins the basketball team. and he goes to parties and kisses girls and wears dumb little polos with his letterman jacket and does everything that he saw in the movies.

but nancy wheeler is different. steve can't forget his time in italy and who he is and was, and he's reminded of his old life in everyone and everything in hawkins. but not nancy wheeler. she's all hawkins and all his. and then the upside down happens.

and then nancy wheeler breaks his heart.

even after three years, his parents continue to ask when he'll go back to modeling, but he's different now. the upside down and billy hargrove beat that starry eyed little kid who thrived in the spotlight. and nancy wheeler proved that adoration and love is fleeting, so what would even be the point of trying anymore? his dad was a little more approving of steve's retirement/hiatus, saying that steve must want to go to college so he can take over the family business.

but when steve doesn't get into college, he's once again badgered by his mom to go back. but he's grown and changed and he's not sure that he can pretend anymore, so he says no. and they cut him off. enter: scoops era.

the measly scoops salary is not nearly enough to cover all of the new bills and expenses steve has, but he's not willing to leave hawkins. so he reaches out to his friends back in italy, and they refer him to their american connections. steve doesn't model at the same level as before, but he poses for a couple of zines and one artist who got a little too handsy at his exhibition. but he's able to make it through until the mall blows up.

this routine continues and he starts working at family video with robin at his side, but he keeps his side job a secret from the kids, using the excuse of visiting his parents to leave town for his shoots. he's not ashamed, but he knows he wouldn't "be normal" anymore if they found out.

but how does he explain his near mental breakdown at the sight of his healing demobat scars. they're raised and ugly, ruining what should have been a perfect body. and even though he uses scar cream everyday, they refuse to fade away completely. and how could anyone stand to be near such an ugly thing when all his life, steve was meant to be pretty? after all, love and adoration is fleeting.

[massivementalitynut]

My Broadway Comm of Nanami Kento from @iwanttobeaseme

[itsbrucey]

Was thinking more about my monster au and if it would have substance or just be " the dads are monsters" and I realized it would be funny if they were monsters from the forgotten realms and got sucked into the normal world to find their sons. Their sons haven't fully hit " monster puberty" or some dumb shit yet so they blend in easier and the dads have to find them in mundane and safe places where they stick out.

Also it would be funny to find out that Henry wasn't always a Harpy but got adopted by harpies as a baby and he kinda. Got magicked into one. Even funnier if Jodie is a demon upon showing up but finds out he's human and has a magical girl transformation to be normal,,,

Also I'm still not over Selkie Ron like Lark cooked so hard with that. My little seal fella,,,, he winds up in an aquarium and had to pretend to be so incredibly normal but ends up stealing a herring bucket.

DIGS NAILS INTO ARMREST. Also Werewolf Darryl transforming by accident bc of emotion..... Naga Glenn trying to hide with dresses and coats ( it does NOT work).

[myinconnelly1]

Margin of Error Part 1

Masterlist

Word Count: 579

Summary: When Ella Wilson's friend goes missing, and a stranger shows up looking for her, Ella is dropped into a dark underworld of drugs and criminal connections. Can her book smarts keep her safe on the streets?

Warnings: a/b/o

Ella looked around the science lab.  Her partner and roommate had been missing for almost a week now.  It was not unusual for Katie to miss class or to not come home for several days, but this was getting extreme.  Ella sniffed the air inconspicuously, seeing if she could pick up the beta’s scent.  Ella had started to wear one of Katie’s hoodies in an attempt to find that gentle linen soap smell that seemed to follow Katie around.

Ella worked through her chemistry lab grabbing a few “sample” cards as she liked to call them and sliding them into her backpack with the rest of her workbooks.  She would use the sample cards later to strengthen some of the side effects of her suppressants when she was back at her dorm.  With any luck Katie would be back from her bender only a little hung over and she could help Ella get the dosage right so as not to fuck her up too long.

As Ella turned down the hallway to her dorm room, Katie’s linen soap scent wafted to her, clinging to an overpowering and foreign scent.  Ella’s head snapped up from her phone as she saw the tall dark-haired man standing in front of her door.  She stood there like a deer in the headlights, until to man caught her scent and turned to look at her.  He had Alpha written all over him, and his lip lifted in growl as looked her over.  Ella wasn’t going to wait to find out what he had planned.  Katie had a reputation for not being the best judge of character and had some unsavory friends.  She turned and bolted, dropping her phone as she ran into her RA.

“Ella, are you okay?” he asked as he reached to grab her cellphone.  But Ella was back on her feet and out the door, her reflexes and senses heightened by the tweaking she had done to her suppressants. 

“Wait!”  The alpha shouted as he came sliding around the corner.

“Nope,” Ella muttered to herself as she got out of the dorm and booked it for the parking garage. 

“Hey, Ren, did you find the girl yet?”  a pasty red-haired man called.  Ella nearly tripped as she skidded silently to a halt and crouched behind a car.

“Listen, Hux, all you beta’s smell the same, how am I supposed to find her if you’re constantly under foot and touching everything?”  Ren- the dark-haired alpha from the dorm room- replied with so much sass and dismissiveness that she thought Hux was going to explode.

“Just remember who is in charge of this outfit.  Snoke brought you in to get this done quickly, I don’t like your kind.”  Hux snarled.

“Jealousy is really your color, Hux,” Ren growled.  “Go look somewhere else for her, I’ll finish up this side of the campus.” The alpha stood there catching his breath waiting for Hux to leave.

“I know you’re here. I won’t hurt you,” he called quietly to Ella.  “What’s your name?” 

“Ella.”  She decided to trust Ren, Ella stood from behind the car after picking up something that had fallen off him as he had rushed past her.

“I know you’re not what they think you are,” he said taking a deep breath.  “There’s something wrong with your scent.”

“I know you’re not what they think you are.  Ben,” Ella held up a badge with his picture on it.  “Are you undercover or something?”

[smut-slut69]

"Tease"

★Hashira x fem!Reader★Modern AU★

Synopsis★You've been flirting, no, teasing the Hashira all day long. How do they react when they get you alone after being riled up all day. (Except for Muichiro Ofc, I'm not a weirdo.)

★Twt links Included★

MITSURI KANROJI

Mitsuri was beyond grateful to have you as an assistant. Being in charge of her own company was her greatest accomplishment. But keeping up with everything being a CEO required was hard. But you always made it look easy. You helped her with everything she needed and were always so sweet to her. But she didn't realize what that did to her until now. 

The first time she realized the effect you had on her, was when she was panicking right before a big meeting and she had spilled coffee all over her white shirt. She was convinced she was going to fumble this deal already and now she looked unprofessional on top of that. Her breathing was uneven and she felt like getting oxygen into her lungs was growing harder by the minute. 

You entered her office, eyes widening at the state your boss was in. You were quick to rush to her side and grasp her pretty hands on your own. 

“Mitsuri” you call her name, “ look at me dear,” you tell her and your voice cuts through the fog in her mind. 

“Breathe with me”, you tell her, demonstrating deep and steady breaths as she stares at you. Mitsuri nods her head, trying her best to mimic your breathing. It takes a while but she finally calms down and you smile at her, stroking over her hands with your thumbs, “Good girl, you did a good job. Now don't panic, stay calm. Use your words and talk to me, tell me what's wrong”

Mitsuri takes another deep breath, “.....I-I'm nervous, y/n. If I mess up this deal then the company’s stocks could plummet so far down it would be impossible to climb back up. And then everything I've worked for would be gone!” she frowns, “and I ruined my shirt too! ”

You nod, taking in the situation, and deciding what to do. After thinking, you stand up. 

Mitsuri’s eyes widen as she watches your painted nails fumble with your shirt, unbuttoning it. 

“W-What are you doing?” she stutters, stumbling as she sees more of your milky skin revealed as you manage to pull your entire shirt off. 

You ignore her question, motioning for her to do the same and she tries her best to focus on her shirt and not on the way your full tits were practically spilling out of your Lace black bra. 

She pulls off her shirt and you take it from her putting it on and she smiles in realization. 

You hold out your own, looking at her expectantly, “Go on, wear it” and she does, sliding on the shirt while you slide on hers. You take her hand and lead her towards the conference room, pulling her in front of you. 

“Stop doubting yourself, you're a smart girl, so so smart, okay? You can do this!” you assure her, squeezing her hand. 

A brazen blush flushes across her cheeks and she stumbles over her words. “O-okay”

And she had been infatuated ever since. 

You were so kind, so soft, so gentle. And the way you would talk to her when she was stressed, or frustrated. Calling her a good girl, telling her she was doing perfectly. It always made her so wet, a deep need pulsing in her clit. 

She felt like a pervert, like a no-good slut when she thought about the way she would go home after work and play with herself to the thought of you. But the guilt went away with how hard she always came thinking about you. 

And the guilt was definitely easing away now her favorite pink dildo was shoved deep inside her after a particularly rough day at work. But part of her had grown to love rough days. Because it means she got to hear extra reassurance from you. Which meant ducking herself felt so much better. 

She was so lost in the sensation of the dildo against her walls, that Mitsuri barely heard her phone ringing. But when she heard the ringtone she set specifically to never miss one of your calls, she was quick to reach for her phone, answering. 

“Hey dear” you greet her, and she nearly cums right there. You sounded sexier every time she heard your voice. “H-hey,” Mitsuri answers. 

“I'm calling about that deal we closed a couple of months ago, I was talking to…”Mitsuri tried to listebut n, she did. But hearing you talk, voice low and relaxed made her reach down for the dildo still stuffed inside her. Any doubt about fucking her pussy disappearing as she pulls the fat cock out to its tip and thrusts back in. 

She listened to your voice, every draw of your S's, every roll of your R's. And god she was soaking, pussy leaking all over her thighs. 

Mitsuri hadn't even noticed when you finished talking, too focused on trying to keep quiet. You call her name once, twice, and the third time you hear a timid moan and loud squelching. And then you understand what's happening. 

“Hmmm, wow Mitsuri…I'm wounded” You smirk “Too busy playing with that pussy to listen to me?”

Mitsuri definitely hears those words and is quick to sit up. “Oh my god! This is so embarrassing, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I couldn't help it and-”

“Shhh” you interrupt, “did I tell you to stop?” You speak and your tone of voice makes a shiver run down her spine. 

“n-no” Mitsuri answers you. “Then keep going,” you instruct. And she doesn't argue, quick to pick back up her pace and you chuckle at the wet noises you can hear. 

“My, my, you're a sloppy girl, aren't you?… Let me guess, stuffing your hole with a dildo? ” you suspect. 

“Mhmm” she hums, “It’s my favorite one, I use it whenever I think about you” she moans and you grin, “Aww, you touch that pretty pussy to me all the time, huh?” and Mitsuri nods, desperately fucking the dildo into her cunt. “Every time you call me a good girl at work I soak my panties,” she tells you. 

“You’re fucking filthy, I can hear your pussy creaming, are you gonna cum?” and Mitsuri sighs out a yes. 

“...Slow down” you command and you can sense the protest on Mitsuri’s tongue, but before she can say anything you speak up again, “You can be a good girl and do that for me right?” and Mitsuri melts at that, slowing her strokes. 

“That’s my good girl, fuck yourself slow and hard f’me,” you tell her, and Mitsuri whines,  “Please, Y/n I need to cum, you make me so fucking wet, I need it!” she whimpers. There was no way this pace could get her off. 

But soon the hard strokes are sending Mitsuri’s eyes to the back of her head. The younger girl held her legs up to drive the dildo deeper into her pussy. And as her moans picked up from the new pace you set you found yourself clenching your thighs. A shaky sigh leaves you as Mitsuri grows close again. Her dildo hit the perfect spot inside her. It was so deep she felt like she was seeing stars. and your noises just made her louder, grinding the dildo inside of her. The motion sent her tumbling over the edge.

“Y-Y/n I’m c-cumming!” she told you a smile gracing your face.

“That’s it, baby, keep fucking yourself through it” you whisper into the phone, “Make that creamy pussy cum for me, such a good girl for me, you're doing so good”

Your praise just makes her whimper, the younger girl feeling tears of overstimulation leaving her as her pussy one-ups your request and squirts. 

Though she nearly does cry when your voice goes quiet. A desperate plea leaves her lips all over again as Mitsuri doesn’t stop fucking her needy pussy.

“Again, please Y/n don’t stop talking, please make me cum again!”

Tengen Uzui

Tengen's life had been stressful lately. He was closing up a huge deal for his company and spent nearly all his time holed up in his office, yelling at people on the phone and trying to keep his company from taking. He barely had time to think about eating or cleaning. And it was worse when his wives had left town to do some business for him. They tried their best to make sure their husband was eating and sleeping. But during times like these, when they weren't there. He was grateful for you. His cute little maid who cooked him nice, hearty meals. Who made sure he rested. And had a bad habit of cleaning up the house with no panties around.

Tengen’s jaw clenched as he watched you, bent over, cleaning a bookshelf near his desk. He was trying to focus on the words his assistant was spewing to him over the phone. But he could focus, how the hell was he supposed to get anything done when the pretty girl he hired to clean up his house was pantieless and bent over so close to him? He had noticed it so many times today, you bent over in so many different rooms, conveniently as soon as he walked in.

Your pussy was so pretty, puffy lips, cute little clit snug between them. And you were wet, so wet that slick was dripping sloppily down your thighs. You had to have felt it and he determined your lack of underwear was intentional. 

Lucky for you, he needed something to relieve his stress. 

“Hey Nijimaru, I gotta call you back,” Tengen says, not listening to his assistant's squeaks of protest as he hangs up the phone.  A shiver flows down your back as you feel a pair of eyes glued to your back.

“Y/n” Tengen’s booming voice echoed out through his office. You stand up straight, turning around to look your boss in the eye. “Yes Sir Tengen” you answer sweetly.

Tengen’s eyes lock with yours, “Come here” he demands and you obey, walking closer to him. He crosses his legs, “When I hired you, you were given a dress code, correct?”

You nod your head, “Yes Sir”

“Are you honoring that dress code Y/n?”

You answer with another nod, “Of course Sir.” and Tengen tsks.

“Bend over my desk” he commands and your eyes widen. But you don’t argue, doing as he says, bending over his desk. Now he can see your sopping slit up close. “Y/n please tell me...are undergarments a part of your uniform?”

“Y-Yes sir, they are” you answer. 

“Hmm” Tengen hums, letting his hands grasp your ass cheeks, spreading them to get a better look at your pussy, “Then where are yours?”

“I-I…”You stutter, “I wanted to make you relax, you’ve been so stressed lately. And y–you hired me to take care of you”

"I thought this might make you feel better, seeing as your wives are away Sir"

Tengen hums, dragging a finger through your needy slit, “Aww, you’re a sweet girl aren’t you” he coos at you, swiping delicate circles over your clit, “You wanted to use your pretty cunt to help me relax?”

“Mhmm” you stutter, pushing your ass back onto him, a silent plea for more.

He groans as he hears your cute little whimpers, moving to sink a finger in you. “Just as tight as you look,” he gruffs, fingering your tiny hole faster. Your hands grip the edge of his desk, humping harder against his hand as your eyes cross in pleasure. 

Tengens eyes trailed over you, watching the shake in your legs over only one finger, laughing at the squeal you give as he fits in a second. He curls the lengthy digits inside you, thumb still rubbing furious circles on your clit.

It had barely been five minutes and you could feel yourself growing close. You didn’t know how his wives kept up with him. Everything about him was so big, so much.

“S-Sir Tengen, I-I think I’m gonna cum!”You whine, and Tengen Chuckles because he knew, how could he not know you were close with the way your pussy was drenching his fingers. 

Just like you had warned your orgasm rushes over you, and it’s the hardest you think you’ve ever come. Pleasure hit you from the tips of your ears down to your curled toes and you moaned loudly, Tengen working you through your high the whole way through. 

As your boss’s fingers slowed, you slumped against his desk, legs as weak as Jelly. You whine when Tengen grabs your hair, pulling your weak body up and against him. He pressed soft kisses against your neck, suckling on the sensitive skin. You could feel his hard-on pressing into you and your hips ground against him. 

Tengen sucked in a breath, “God, you're a dirty girl” he said, voice husked. “You just came and you already want me to stuff this pretty pussy” Reaching to pull his cock out of his pants, he traces your slit gently.

"Let me fuck this slutty cunt"

Gyomei Himejima

Your husband hates when you stress yourself out with work. Both of you were in high positions of power in his company. And while Gyomei knew how to keep himself out of a stressful state…you seemed to have a knack for consistently being in one. Which would often get you on forced work breaks courtesy of your boyfriend, where you stayed home and took some time for yourself. For the first couple of days, it was fun, having time to yourself and you were always grateful you had a husband who cared enough to give you breaks. But there were only so many books you could re-read and so many naps you could take before you got bored. Which left you with no choice but to play your favorite game while your husband was at work. 

It was normal for Gyomei to receive text messages from you during the day. You were a sweetheart, always asking if he had eaten or if he had taken a break yet. He asked his phone to read aloud your message, a smile gracing his face when he heard you speak, you had sent him a voice message. 

“Hey baby, it’s about your lunchtime right,? You’re probably getting ready to eat…..And I was thinking about you, about what you usually eat” you say, and he can practically hear the pout in your voice as you continue, “And now m'll wet, hear…listen”

Gyomei’s face tinged pink as the noises of your sloppy pussy filled his office. He could tell you had your fingers stuffed in you, and he also knew that would never be enough to satisfy you. 

And clearly, it wasn’t. As he had been getting voice messages from you, all. day. long. All featuring sounds of your pretty pussy, soaking wet, with the same pleas for him to eat your pussy pouring out of you. 

Gyomei was an easily focused man, he knew how to control his urges incredibly well. But every time he would regain some sense of control over himself, willing his growing boner back down, you’d send him another voice message, each one dirtier than the last. 

By the time your husband made it back home, his work pants were dark with a patch of pre that was leaking from his angry tip, and his eyes were hazed over with need. He didn’t even bother taking his blazer off, just throwing his briefcase somewhere and making a beeline right to your shared bedroom. 

You sit up excitedly, a grin on your face as you spot your boyfriend coming in. You had been spread out on the bed for hours, rubbing your clit to the thought of your husband trying to hold himself together at work. 

“Hey, love! How was work?”You ask a sly tone in your voice. 

To your surprise, Gyomei doesn’t answer you. 

No, he walks to the edge of the bed and drops to his knees, feeling for your ankles and dragging you so your body is practically hanging off the bed. You squeal when his tongue digs into your folds without even so much as a warning, back arching and fingers clenching. “F-fuck!” you whine. 

Gyomei was good at eating you, always has been. His tongue was lengthy and nimble, making a mess out of your already messy folds. He smoothed his tongue just below your clit, dipping it into the sweetness of your hole just to move and suckle on your clit harshly. 

He had been thinking of eating your pussy all day, dreaming of hearing the squelch of it on his tongue. Your pussy was heaven, but after a workday full of torture. He was planning on giving you hell. 

You were just as blissed out as your boyfriend was, a hand reaching to grab his lying next to your thighs. Gyomei intertwined your fingers and you squeezed his hand for dear life as you felt your orgasm creeping up on you. 

Your eyebrows pinched together in pleasure. “..Oh my god, m’bouta to cum baby!” you moan, pussy throbbing on his tongue as your admission only made him suckle on your needy clit harder. 

You cum with a loud cry, hips grinding up into his ever-giving tongue as your juices soak his chin. He helps you ride out your orgasm and when you finally come down from it, you shiver, his tongue still working on you. 

Your hips wiggle and squirm, the feeling of overstimulation making you wince. “B-baby, I came already, you can stop now,” you tell him, moaning as his efforts doubled down again. 

“Sh-shit” you curse as he starts up again in full force. Your thighs tremble and you try to sit up to watch your husband eat you. 

The sight of him, wet-nosed and disheveled stole a second orgasm from you. You flopped back on your bed, thighs threatening to close around Gyomei's head as he tortured you with sucks straight on your overestimated  clit. 

“Baby, I-I can't-” you whine, free hand coming to push at his head but he swats it away

“You’ve been teasing me all day and now you’re complaining?”He speaks with an annoyed tone in his voice as he wraps his arms around your legs to keep you from squirming as he flicks at your clit with his free hand. 

“I don't think I can take anymore!” you cry out, feeling your third orgasm cusp over you. Gyomei tsks at you, “You can take it and you will” He tells you. 

“You wanted me to eat woman, so let. me. eat.”

Giyuu Tomioka 

Having a sugar baby was fun for Giyuu. He had money, more than he even knew what to do with. But you sure knew. And he was okay with that. But you were a princess, a spoiled one at that. You thought you could get anything you wanted with a flash of your tits or a quick handjob. And the worst part is, that shit always worked with Giyuu. He just couldn’t say no to you. 

Everyone in his office knew you. The bimbo that somehow has the Giyuu Tomioka wrapped around her manicured finger. The whole office straightened up when they heard the click of your 6 inches on the hardwood floors. Your tits nearly bounce out of your top as you walk and your skirt leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. It was absurd to wear that in an office building of the same caliber as Giyuu’s. But they knew better than to be rude to you or say anything about your clothing choices. 

The last girl who commented on your clothes got fired the next day, and some say she hadn’t been able to get another job since. 

But you weren’t here to stun other people with your outfits or get hating bitches fired. You had your eye on something you wanted. So you decided to visit your sugar daddy with a special request. 

You walked into Giyuu's office, not bothering to knock. He was on the phone, raising his voice at someone who wasn’t doing their job right. But when he spots you, he hangs up with one final demand for things to get done right. 

“Hey Angel…what are you doing here?” he asks you softly, opening his arms. You strut over to him and give him his usual hug and kiss. 

“I wanted to see my favorite boy,” You say, sitting on his desk, swinging your legs as he sits back down in his office chair. 

Giyuu chuckles, “You mean you wanted to see my wallet” he laughs. 

You gasp in mock offense, “Hey! I like you too. But your wallet gives me the things I really need!”

“Yeah? And what do you really need”

“....A new car,” You say sheepishly, and Giiyu rolls his eyes.

“And what the hell happened to the one I bought you last week?” he questioned. 

You look at the ground, “I uh…..I crashed it” you mumble and Giyuu sighs, rubbing at his forehead. 

“Oh you mean like you did to the one I bought before that, and the BMW I bought you, and the pink lambo you insisted you needed as well?!”

“But baby I need a new car and I saw this vintage pink convertible and it’s only $176,000” you whine. 

“I’m not spending almost 200,000 dollars on another car for you to crash Angel” Giyuu says and you pout as he doesn’t look at you, typing away at his computer. 

“Baby, pretty please! I’ll do anything” you say, falling on your knees in front of him, looking up at him.

That catches his attention and he looks down at you, a small smirk on your face, as he settle, ’s back into his chair, “.... So dirty just for a fucking car, you’re one nasty fucking girl”

You grin, reaching to unbuckle his pants and pull his soft cock out. Loving how it jumps in your hands, “Only for you Daddy” and he groans at that. You gently lean over to suckle his tip into your mouth, slowly taking him deeper. You fucking loved the feeling of his cock growing hard in your mouth. 

“Can we make a deal Daddy? ” you whispered, pulling off his thick cock. You shoved down your tank top and smiled as Giyuu watched your tits spill out. 

Giyuu nods, eyes not looking up at your face, “What are the terms angel?”

Your hand gently comes to fondle the man’s balls as you speak, “I’ll make you cum if….you buy me my car” You grin and Giyuu groans. “I’ll think about it,” he shrugs. 

And unhappy with that answer, you quip back pettily, “Then I’ll think about milking your cock”

Giyuu chuckled at you but very soon, the humor in the situation was all gone. 

He had lost track of how long it had been and how many people he yelled at to go away outside of his door. 

You were having fun though, smirking as your sugar daddy’s pretty pink tip leaked over your fist. Gently twisting your wrist over his sensitive shaft, biting your lip excitedly as Giyuu tries to hide his whimpers. 

You continue to play with his cock, stroking him inhumanely fast just to watch him squirm, and stopping just to hear him whine more. 

“A-Angel, you’re being unfair right now” he stuttered.

“I know!”You grin, “But I told you I'd do anything for my car. Even tease you until you give it to me. I can sit here and do this all fucking day, you know I will Daddy,” you say. 

And Giyuu rolls his eyes at you, you were such a fucking minx.

“C’mon Daddy, just give me the car and I’ll let you fuck my throat! I promise Daddy!” And with desperate need he finally relents. 

“Fucking fine! You can have the car Y/n, now stop the t-teasing- fuck”

You didn’t need to be told twice, you were quick to take his cock in your mouth, swallowing him down with expertise. Giyuu groaned, a filthy whine leaving him as he grabbed your ponytail, forcing you down on his cock until your nose was pressed against his pelvis. 

He fucked your face roughly and you tried your best to take it like you promised you would. Tears pricked at your eyes as you gagged on his cock repeatedly. A mess of spit and pre dripping out the sides of your mouth and down onto his pants.

You reached a hand down to press against your clit through your thong. Something about being used like this made you so fucking wet. Your free hand’s nails dug into Giyuu’s pants as a plea to let you up so you could breathe. 

He does, looking down at you with hunger in his eyes. 

“D-Daddy, I-”, deciding you had enough time to breathe he presses you back down onto his cock, chuckling as you gagged again.

“You talk too damn much”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi always tried his best to make time for you. Taking you out for dinners, taking you out shopping. All he asked was that you give him the time and space to do his job and the rest of his time would be dedicated to you. The only thing was…his girlfriend was a damn brat. Like today, you had been blowing up his phone with needy text messages and videos of yourself. And he told you to be good to him and wait for him to get home so he could take care of you. So imagine his surprise when you strutted into his office, mid-meeting. Your heels clicked noisily on the ground before you plopped yourself right on his lap. In front of all his colleagues and workers. 

You were really fucking lucky Sanemi was the most powerful man in the room right now, or else his career would have run right down the drain in that moment. He narrowed his eyes at you, hoping you could feel his anger through his glare. You weren’t even in business attire. All you had on was some skimpy tank top and a little skirt. And almost every man in the room had their eyes glued to you. 

“The hell are y’all looking at” Sanemi growls, “We have business to attend to so get your professionality in check and get on with it,” he says and everyone listens, knowing better than to upset Sanemi, especially when it comes to you. 

As the meeting continues you seem to grow even bolder, Your hands secretly exploring your boyfriend's pants. Sanemi’s breath stutters and he grabs at your hand, voice low in your ears, “You’re already playing a dangerous game woman, you better chill out” he warns.

And you pout,” You’re no fun,” you say, voice also a whisper.

You leave him alone for the time being until you get another brave idea. 

Your hips discreetly drag along his lap. A slow grind back and forth. Sanemi’s eyes close and he sucks in a breath, grip on your waist tightening. 

It didn’t take long for his cock to grow hard under you, especially with how well he could feel you now. You were always so fucking wet. And right now it was painstakingly obvious you had no panties as he was sure his pants were a sticky mess right now.

On top of that, his leaky tip was dripping down his leg and it was growing increasingly difficult to ignore his hard-on. 

You however seemed to be enjoying yourself, not even bothering to be discreet anymore, Enjoying yourself so much that your lip was tucked in between your teeth, and your small whines grew a little louder every time your clit caught the fabric of his slacks. 

When the meeting was over, Sanemi barked at everyone to get out and they did so immediately without argumentation. The last man closed the door behind him and Sanemi was quick to push you against the meeting table, bending you over. 

His suspicions had been correct, your pussy was bare and soaked, no panties covering your slit. He slaps the fat of your ass and you yelp. 

Sanemi shakes his head at you. “You’re such a fucking slut woman, couldn’t even wait two hours for me to get home?!” he exclaims and you shake your head. 

“I wanted you to fuck me, I couldn’t wait!” You insist with a whine 

Sanemi rolls his eyes at you, finger gently coming to press against your aching clit. 

“I spoil you too damn much, you need to learn a fucking lesson” he snaps at you and that sends some of your arousal dripping down your thigh. “Take my cock out woman” he demands, pulling away from you.

You don’t argue. Hands undoing his belt expertly, pulling his dick out like he asked you to. 

You’re quick to settle on your knees but he stops you, dragging you back up, “Don't even bother women, I said I was going to teach you a lesson not give you what you want” Sanemi says. 

“Now sit on my cock” he instructs you and you gulp excitedly, reaching back to stroke him a few times, not missing the groan he lets out, before lining him up with your cunt and sinking down inch by inch. 

Just as you sit down all the way he flips your skirt down. You try to bounce but he holds you still just as his meeting doors fly open. Your eyes widened as people sat down around you, someone reaching to start up a PowerPoint. You turn to your boyfriend who is smiling wickedly. 

“Don't look at me like that woman, you wanna tease me, then I can tease you”

Kyojuro Rengoku

Being married to Kyojuro was a dream come true. He was kind and treated you so well. Gave you everything you had ever dreamed of. But to do that, he had to work. All the time. And it was pure torture. Being stuck in the house all alone. Being a housewife was fun until you got bored. Then it was a drag. The most eventful time of your day was night. At least you had the thrill of sex when your husband came home. But lately, even you were lacking that. Which is how you got the wonderful idea to brighten up your and your husband's sex life. A little lingerie. 

For the last couple of day you had been greeting your husband, with homemade meals and a different pair of skimpy panties visible underneath your long sheer robe. 

But sadly, your husband barely seemed to notice what your efforts were for. The most you could get was a deep kiss before he skated off to bed. And you were starting to think the worst. After all, you had met the fucking smoke show of an assistant be had hired recently. Maybe he was sick of coming home to you. 

And one night, you finally decided you had had enough when you discarded your robe leaving you only in your lingerie, and he still didn't even think of touching you. As he disappeared down the hallway to your bedroom you voiced your worries, “Are you sleeping with that hot girl you hired at work”

That made Kyojuro freeze and then around, crossing his arms, “Is that a serious question love?”

And you knew the accusation was ridiculous, your husband loved you and you knew that. But you were frustrated. 

“Why would I ask it if I wasn't serious?”

Kyojuro walks towards you, “What's making you think I'm cheating huh?”

“What type of man comes home to a hot ass bitch like me who cooks dinner and wears tight lingerie and doesn't dick them down!” you complain and you render Kyojuro silent. 

“Exactly!" you respond to his silence, " You probably fucked her before you came here, didn't you!” You accuse. 

And realization dawns on Kyojuro's face. He steps closer, backing you against a counter in the kitchen. “Is that why you've been walking around in this skimpy little underwear for a week, you've been needing me Y/n?”

You blush, trying to ignore the feeling of his hands tracing over your waist, “You didn't answer my question, are you sleeping with her!?”

Kyojuro presses kisses against the side of your face, training sloppily along your neck. His hands grasp the underside of your thighs, lifting you up on the counter. 

Sloppy kisses press against your neck as your husband mumbles, “...You really think I'd cheat when I got a girl like you at home”

He kisses you and the tenseness in your bones drops away. You sigh and roll your arms around your husband's neck, kissing him back with just as much fever as he kissed you with. 

Both of you needing air, you two eventually pull away, resting his forehead on yours. 

“I thought you were trying to kill me with all these sets,” he says, “I've been closing up a deal this past week and I had to get some sleep so I could finish it” Kyojuro explains. 

“I knew that if I looked at you for too long I wouldn't be able to hold back. I would've fucked you all night and never slept. But fuck baby, it's like you've been teasing me all week. Went to sleep hard every day this week.”

Your hands gently stroke through his fiery hair, “So you're not cheating?” You ask embarrassed, lip between your teeth. 

Kyojuro nods his head, “Never, and I'm sorry for making you think that” he apologizes.

“Let me make it up to you baby girl” your husband whispers, plucking at your underwear. You’re quick to shuffle the panties down your leg, spreading yourself for your husband. He smiles at your puffy clit, pussy all wet and needy just for him. It had been far too long since he'd taken care of you. 

Kyojuro fiddles with his belt and pulls his cock out. He hadn’t realized how hard you had gotten him, gently tapping his cock on your clit. You shivered out a moan, his hips rutting into yours. You hold him close, hips humping up on his cock. 

“‘Kyo please, put it in” you beg and he chuckles at the way you whimper when his tip catches on your clit. 

“But I’m enjoying this” Kyojuro pouts but relents at your own, pushing his cock into your entrance. You pout at the thick stretch of his cock, looking up into his eyes and holding onto him.

Obanai Iguro

“Still as fucking tight as ever, can't wait to pound this pussy”

You were a tease. Before you met your boyfriend Obansi there was nothing you loved more than going to a club and throwing it back on every cute guy you saw. But you left that life behind when you met your lovely boyfriend, who had managed to tie you down and reel in your wild side. And you have retired your old ways since. But you were a natural flirt, and you couldn’t help the slight slip-up. Especially when you went out to clubs. But you always learned your lesson after, Obanai didn’t play when it came to what was his.

You pulled and wiggled at the restraints wrapped around your hands, tying you to the headboard. Your thighs were forced open by one of your boyfriend's strong hands. You had lost count of how many hours he had been toying with you. Your brain was clouded, muddled. All you could think about was your boyfriend and that’s exactly what he wanted.

“B-baby, please” you beg weakly as the wand vibrator pressed against your soaked-through panties buzzed, “s’been hours”

Obanai just grins, turning up the intensity of the vibrations. Watching your head loll back against the pillows, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

Your clit was pulsing with need, and you were so fucking horny you felt like you were dying. Ever since he had picked you up from the club, and caught you flirting with a guy for drinks and brought you home. It took him exactly 30 minutes to get you tied to the bed and moaning for him. And you have been like this ever since. 

It was pitch black in the room now, the moonlight shining through the windows allowing you to see your boyfriend grinning menacingly on top of you. He had quite literally been edging you for hours and if you had known a little harmless flirting would get you in a position like this. You wouldn’t have gone out at all

“Nah baby stop complaining, I warned you what would happen if I caught you talking to someone else in a club again,” he told you and you barely even hear him, too focused on the orgasm you so desperately wanted. But he pulled the vibrator away before you could reach it and you cried out, bucking your hips up. 

“It was just for free drinks! I d-didn’t even do anything I swear! He was ugly anyway!”You whine and Obanai presses the vibrator back on your clit. 

“If you want a free drink, you call me and I'll send you the money, or buy it for you myself,” he says, and you bite your lip, thighs shaking in his hold as he goes from holding the vibrator still to rubbing tight circles on your clit with it. It was so good it had rendered you soundless, mouth open in a soundless moan. And for a second, you thought he might actually make you cum. 

But he rips away the vibrator and your orgasm falls away, “I just wanted a drink!” you cry out and he shakes his head, “So why didn’t you call me?” he grunts. 

“You were busy!” you argue, “I didn't want to bother you while you were at the company!” Obanai grows quiet, gently clicking the vibrator on its highest setting before pressing down hard on your clit.

“Look at me,” he tells you and you do, trying your best to keep your eyes open through the pleasure as he continues to speak to you. “If you need something….even if it’s as silly as a drink, you call me. I don’t care if I’m busy” Obanai tells you, “You flirt with me if you want a drink, dumbass and me only” he says, “Understood?”

And you nod your head, eyes crossing in pleasure as you feel your orgasm rising all over again. 

“Use your words” he demands

“Okay, i-i’ll call you” you whimper out, and your toes curl as he finally lets you reach your peak. 

“That’s right, cum f’me,” he says as he runs gentle circles on your thigh with his free hand. 

“Good girl”

Shinobu Kocho

You hated how busy Shinobu always was. Being a businesswoman was a time-consuming job, and you knew what you were getting into when you married her. But no one warned you how long you would have to go without getting your brains fucked out because of Shinobu's late hours. Not that you were counting, but it had been nearly 3 weeks since you and Shinobu had had sex, and tonight she had promised you that she would take you out and take good care of you. So how the fuck had you ended up at a fundraising gala for her friend's company, all dolled up and ready for what you thought was supposed to be a date. 

You were annoyed and upset…and of course, Shinobu noticed. But she had forgotten she had to attend this event tonight, so she thought the two of you could make the most of it. But seeing as you were in no mood, she decided to leave you to your own bearings tonight and deal with you later. 

But you had other plans. Perhaps it was the fact that you were on your fourth champagne flute of the night with your lightweight tendencies, or maybe your idea to be….friendly with the other guests was just a brilliant idea.

Either way you were up out of your seat, confidently sauntering up to Shinobu’s coworkers, lingering touches on their arms, always a little too close to be considered friendly. And the sleazy men around you didn’t mind one bit. Eyes lingering on the low cut of your dress too long to notice purple eyes glaring daggers straight at you.

You felt them, you would know Shinobu’s stare anywhere. But it only fueled your actions more. Because, truth be told, you liked having her eyes on you for once in the night. It was such a shitty feeling to have everyone in the room looking at you except your wife. And you wanted her to feel as frustrated as you had been feeling lately.

And you had done a damn good job at it. Because Shinobu was furious. It was infuriating and beyond embarrassing to have her wife going around and flirting with anything that walked. You were all over everyone, giggling, smiling, giving them the eyes you reserved strictly for her. But she truly had enough when she watched the manicure that she paid for trailing up some man’s arm, your lips, red with lipstick she got for you, whispering in the guy’s ear. And the final straw, his clammy hands reaching for your waist, getting his greasy fingers all over the dress she bought for you. 

Having had enough of your foolishness, she doesn’t even say goodbye to her friends before she grabs her things, storming off to grab you. Her grip on your wrist is tight, leaving you no room to argue or wiggle out of her hold. So you settle down, knowing your fun is over, and letting her drag you into the car. 

The ride home was silent, except for Shinobu’s angry mumbles to herself. When you get home you go upstairs, making a beeline to the bathroom to shower and sober up a little. But mainly to escape the tension in the room. When you came back out, Shinobu still had on her suit from earlier, arms crossed while on the bed. She was waiting for you.

“...Come here” She gruffs out, and you can tell by her annoyed tone that you had pushed her too far tonight. 

So you listen to her ask, sitting next to her. Your wife was strong, stronger than you, and she used that to bend you over her knee, your sleep shorts catching on her thigh and riding up your ass. 

Shinobu’s hands gently tease against the flesh of your backside, toying with the flesh as she opens her mouth to speak to you. “You had a lot of fun tonight,” she muses. “Touched all over those sleazy men at that fuckin fundraise”

“I-” You couldn’t finish your sentence, sucking in a breath as Shinobu lands a harsh slap on your ass.  

“I didn’t ask you to speak” she cuts you off and that shuts you up. You bite back a moan as your body tenses from another sharp spank. “You had fun speaking to people all night, you've spoken enough” she sneers with another tap on your ass. “It's my turn”

“So what were you tryna do, huh?” Her spanks calmed a little, opting for harsh squeezes of your ass, “Upset that you had to last an entire night without all my attention?

And the words sting, especially from her tone. But even then you couldn’t help but moan as she spread apart your ass cheeks, gazing down at your clothed pussy. You were wet already, and you really couldn’t help it. It had just been so long since she had touched you. 

Shinobu chuckles at the sight of your soaked-through sleep shorts. “I asked you a question sweetheart, so it’s only polite to answer” your wife spoke and another slap on your ass shook you to answer her. “I…I wanted attention” you say.

“Yeah? You wanted attention from every damn man in the room huh? “ she speaks, grasping your chin with a free hand to make you look at her, “So fucking slutty you’d take attention from anyone who’d give it to you”

“That’s not true!”You pout. And your protest quirks her interest, “Oh?...you’re telling me you weren’t walking around, flirting with anyone who’d talk to you,” she lands another slap on your ass, “Pathetic.” 

And even though you knew that talk like that was normal during times like this, when she had you bent over, ass arched in the air for her favorite part of playing with you, punishment. And you were usually into it. 

The words still hit hard. 

Because you did feel pathetic, to be ignored all night, especially on a night when your wife’s attention was supposed to be on you. 

It did feel pathetic to get more attention from strangers in a room than from Shinobu. And it was pathetic how you weren’t focused on anyone else that night who only paid attention to you when she felt jealous. 

The thoughts running through your head made your bottom lip wobble, and you turned your face out of her hold so she didn't see the hot tears that were beginning to fall down your cheeks. But of course, your wife gives you attention when you don’t want it. 

When Shinobu hears you sniffle, she’s quick to make you look back at her. Seeing your tears, her whole demeanor softens and her voice loses its harsh tone. 

“What’s wrong Mama?” she says to you softly.

And more tears fall down your cheeks as you respond,”..I am pathetic” you frown, “You’ve barely even looked at me these past few weeks ... .but it took me flirting with rando’s for you to even pay attention to me” You express. “I'm pathetic”

Shinobu pauses her movements, staring at your teary eyes before she gently kisses at your tears, “You were acting out because of me darling?” and you nod.

“I just wanted you to pay attention to me…” you pout and Shinobu is quick to gather you up in her arms to hold you close, letting you cry into her shoulder. 

“I’m sorry love, I’m sorry I've been neglecting you lately. I’m so sorry” she tells you. And her apologies calm down your cries. You slowly pull away, wiping your tears with your pajama sleeves. Shinobu gently reaches to hold your cheek, “Can I make it up to you, please baby” she pleads and you nod, allowing her to gently ease your body back on the bed.

Her kisses start on your lips then trail down your jaw, down your neck. Then your pajama shirt was off, Shinobu sloppily kissing over your tits and kissing down your stomach until she reached your sleep shorts. She pulled them and your underwear off in one go, pressing a soft kiss to your mound before climbing over you. 

Her hands gently ran through your slit, smiling at how soaked you were. She started with tight, fast circles on your clit and you couldn’t help moaning, “Oh fuck…I missed you” you whine.

“Is that why you’re so wet, hmm? Been too long since I’ve taken care of you” she hums in your ear, a nasty whimper leaving you as her two fingers slide in your hole. Her fingers weren’t the longest or the thickest. But she always stuffed your pussy just right, curling them just enough to make your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl. You could already feel the coil in your tummy loosening. 

It never helped that she liked to keep eye contact when she fingered you, loving the way you reacted to each thrust of her fingers. Especially when she found the spot inside you that made you clench, a telltale sign you were getting close. “You gonna cum Mama?” she speaks and you nod your head furiously making her grin.

“Go ahead baby, cum f’me”

This was a Request, TYSM for it. It took a while but I had a lot of fun. My requests are always open and I love requests so ask away!

Sorry for any spelling mistakes. Hope you enjoyed!

[crowlyne]

Doodle of another shen twins au where instead of becoming cang qiong mountain cultivators they've become criminal ring lords instead. their main office is ofc the warm red pavillion and theyve been blackmailing, extorting, robbing and killing nobles ever since.

sy unknowingly is in his slut era rn (he hasnt realized that people wear more than one layer)

More of this au :

https://www.tumblr.com/crowlyne/750696812746260480/decided-to-draw-more-of-the-shen-twins-criminals?source=share

[kawaii-kushami]

there is so much fanart of k/oito finding the most mundane activities cute when tsuk/ishima is doing them and so i think, even outside of a kink context, he would find tsu/ki’s sneezes appealing. i can see him looking from a distance and being flustered at how powerful they are

[les4elliewilliams]

Unwanted attraction // e.w

coworker!ellie ✗ fem reader

cw/wc: 11k ; tried to proofread it but im blind asf and i need glasses so!! smut, swearing, strap on sex r!receiving, oral r!receiving, also mention of ellie receiving it but i was too lazy to write that part (possibly gonna make a few drabbles about it in the future, who knows) fingering r!receiving, angst. enemies to lovers trope :')

a/n: i'm well aware my silly goofy goose is the sweetest baby ever but imagine if she hated you, what would it be like? (besides trying to kill you and hunting you down ofc, let's remember this is AU) idk been daydreaming about it.

highly inspired by a bot on Chai ( *︾▽︾)

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Rough sex on the bedroom floor

Hop in the shower, she begging for more

Do not disturb on the hotel door

✩ coworker!ellie made sure to make your life a living hell at work, whether it came to messing up with the neatly organized files on your computer or desk, complaining about everything you did, talking shit behind your back, stealing your coffee (and she didn't even like coffee, but she'd do anything to piss you off), calling you names, make fun of your clothes but at the same time checking you out whenever you bent over your desk or to pick up something from the musty floor. Such a delight she was.

✩ coworker!ellie absolutely hated how everyone seemed to love you, except her, of course. She despised how you always wore a stupid smile on your face as if nothing could ever bring you down, not even her. Your mere presence was enough to light up the whole room. She couldn't figure out what about you instantly attracted people.

✩ coworker!ellie hated how you always organized everything by color, name, and date like a freaking maniac, and obviously, she couldn't help but tease you about it.

"OCD much, baby?" "You should get this obsession of yours checked. it's not normal."

✩ coworker!ellie works as a photographer while you are a writer. Your job is to write anything that your boss asks you to write. However, Ellie often sends you the pictures you need for your works in the middle of the night or past the deadline, making sure you work overtime to finish your project. This often results in you getting yelled at by your boss the next day (which was exactly what she wanted)

✩ coworker!ellie always found something to complain about when it came to you. She disdained you and didn't even try to hide it. She would criticize everything about you, from your clothing choices to your makeup and hair. It was as if she were looking for flaws to point out and would not rest until she found something to complain about. She never seemed to give you a break, and you always felt like you were walking on eggshells around her. Despite your efforts to be friendly towards her, Ellie never reciprocated. But what she hated the most was how she couldn't actually bring herself to hate you; she hated how her body reacted whenever she let her eyes linger on your ass and tits for too long. She absolutely hated the skirts you wore almost every fucking day; it was a curse cause she couldn't despise your body.

✩ coworker!ellie hated how you talked, the sound of your voice, and how obnoxious it sounded when you spoke or giggled but secretly wondered how you'd sound beneath her, whimpering and moaning her name.

✩ coworker!ellie deeply dislikes when you gesticulate while talking and how your dimples show when you laugh at someone else's jokes in the office, especially when it's one of those stupid man. Because how stupid could you be? It was obvious that he was flirting with you with the only intent of getting into your panties.

✩ coworker!ellie gags around you whenever you walk by, and she makes sure you know how fucking disgusting you smell. How your flowery scent disgusts her; she's so pathetically disgusted by it that all she wants to do is bury her nose into the crook of your neck.

"Who the fuck is wearing this perfume? smells fucking disgusting" "Smells like shit in here"

✩ coworker!ellie always finds a way to put the blame on you when she screws up, especially when her boss is pretty pissed at her and is complaining about how she's not responsible enough and doesn't pay attention to detail.

✩ coworker!ellie will talk over you during meetings, even when she had been quiet the whole time. The moment she decides to speak up is when you take the initiative to do so. What a coincidence.

✩ coworker!ellie would often mock and make fun of you whenever you mispronounced something.

"You hear yourself? Like, ever?" "Princess' forgetting grammar today, isn't she?"

✩ coworker!ellie constantly makes rude and disrespectful comments about your ideas and contributions saying shit like

"That sounds like a stupid idea. But what were we expecting from you?" "Do you ever make yourself useful?" Your boss and everyone else in the room had enough of the ongoing rivalry between you two and they would always tell her to suck it up and take it outside. That's how things usually went: she'd say something mean, and you couldn't let her have the last word. You were always nice to everyone but you eventually grew tired of her ugly attitude and how unmotivated it was. Cause why the fuck was she so snappy about everything? What have you ever done to her? Easy. Absolutely nothing.

✩ coworker!ellie has never invited you to any of their coworkers' hangouts. She always came up with excuses to avoid inviting you, and the best part was that you knew nothing about it; she'd make excuses like

"She told me her grandma is sick" "I dunno, she said she already had plans" "She's dogsitting this weekend" Imagine how worried your coworker Dina was about your grandma. The poor girl was so concerned that she had to reach out to you and ask about it. What if you needed a friend to talk to? You knew she would always be there for you no matter what, but that's beside the point. Ellie most likely didn't consider Dina walking up to you to ask about your grandma, or maybe she did; it's not like she cared. Her sole purpose appeared to be provoking you anyway. "yn, how's your grandma doin'?" she had this soft, worried tone going on "My…grandma?" you looked puzzled and tilted your head slightly, trying to make sense of what was going on cause what the fuck was she talking about? Your grandparents weren't even around anymore. "Oh, but last Friday Ellie said…" she trailed off, finally connecting the dots. "Y'know what? I think I misunderstood." she quickly brushed off the awkward situation with a chuckle, realizing that adding more fuel to the rivalry you two had going on was pointless. she decided that from now on, she would be the one to invite you to their girl nights out. Imagine Ellie's surprise when she saw you enter the restaurant Dina had chosen, the brunette giving Ellie a mischievous smile from across the table.

✩ coworker!ellie can't help but look at your ass whenever she'd get the chance, the way you walked, the sway of your hips. She had always wondered what kind of underwear you wore and of what color. As much as she despised you, she wanted to know everything about you. What made you icky, what didn't. What was your type, what made you horny and desperate. Those kinds of things, ordinary things, basically. And she really couldn't stop fantasizing about you, imagining herself fucking you from behind, smacking your ass hard enough to leave marks on it, all five fingers.

✩ coworker!ellie couldn't quite figure out your sexuality. You were so friendly to everyone and she couldn't count on her gay-radar at all. She claimed that thing was pure bullshit cause she always ended up pursuing straight women. (such a loser)

✩ coworker!ellie felt like she had won the lottery the moment she caught you checking out your new coworker, who happened to be a girl. She couldn't pinpoint why she felt that way, she hated you after all, right?

✩ coworker!ellie spilled your pumpkin spice latte all over the scattered papers on your desk the same day out of…jealousy?

"Why the fuck would you do that?!" you raised your voice at her and promptly grabbed some paper tissues to fix the damage she had done. "Do what, princess? it was a mistake, chill out." she flatly said, veiny hands stuffed into her pockets, doing absolutely nothing to help you. She just stared at you with a cocky grin on her face, feeling proud of herself "It tastes like burnt shit anyways, dunno why you drink it." her nonchalance was making you even more furious than you already were

✩ coworker!ellie unconsciously licks her lips when you cross your legs and your skirt moves up just a bit enough for her perverted mind to think of all the filthy things she'd do to you if she didn't hate you so much.

✩ coworker!ellie who whistled whenever you bent over. And as soon as you straightened up, ready to go off on her, you noticed that she had this poised and confident look on her face. It was evident that she had anticipated your reaction and had an answer prepared for whatever you had to say to her, and to be quite honest, she mostly did it to get on your nerves.

"What do you expect me to do? You clearly bend over like that for me to notice." "Think I don't know you doin' this just to put on a show f'me?" "You bend over like a slut every single time I walk by. Thought I wouldn't notice?" and she wasn't even wrong. Despite claiming not to like you, you noticed the way she looked at you and you liked it, loved it even. It was quite entertaining how she tried so hard to convince herself that she did not like you one bit. Pathetic.

✩ coworker!ellie completely forgot you were on a business trip the moment she realized you had to share the same bed.

You were both sent on a 'business trip' by your boss and were assigned a hotel room to share for the duration of the trip. The hotel your boss sent you to was not of the best quality, to say the least, and to make matters worse, you realized that you had to share the same bed with Ellie. The situation caught you off guard, and you could sense the awkwardness in the air. You knew that sharing a room was part of the trip, but neither of you expected to have to share the same bed.

He must be out of his mind, was the first thing that crossed your mind.

When you called him to complain about his terrible choice, his dismissive comment made you even more furious "You're both women, I don't see why this is an issue."

Don't see why this is an issue my ass. Working with Ellie was already the worst thing ever, but sleeping with her? the universe or whoever must be playing a cruel joke on you because what were the chances? Plus, Ellie was being her usual self with that attitude, which obviously wasn't helping at all; you weren't gonna have any of it. "Just fucking great, I gotta share the bed with you" emphasizing the 'you' just to make you feel like a disgusting piece of trash that she absolutely despised. you couldn't care less; her petty comments didn't amuse you anymore. In all honesty, you were used to her ugly attitude. When you first started working with her, her hateful comments really got to you. You would break down as soon as you returned to your cozy apartment, making you feel like something was wrong with you. However, your other coworkers reassured you that she was like that with everybody, so you learned to accept it. Kind of. She still made your life miserable whenever she could, but you honestly loved this job. You had worked hard to get where you were, and you didn't see a point in giving up just because little miss hated you a bit too much. She dropped her suitcase by the door and slammed the door shut "You can always crash on the floor," you said back, mimicking her annoyed tone.

As you stood there, she turned to face you, and you could see the anger in her eyes. She shot you a death glare, and her lips were pressed tightly together. "I'm not a fucking doormat" she snapped, her voice laced with frustration and anger, like always.

You couldn't help but huff and roll your eyes at her behavior "Then shut your fucking mouth and stop throwing a tantrum like a little kid" Despite her scarred brows furrowing in anger, you couldn't resist the urge to call her out on her tantrum. Just as she was about to snap back at you, you cut her off with a simple "I'm gonna shower." You walked over to the bed, unzipping the suitcase you had thrown on it earlier. Your fingers searched for your pink cherry-patterned pajamas, which you had smartly placed on top of all your daily clothes for easy access. It was just one of the many small things you calculated and organized in your daily life. And, of course, she despised this aspect of your personality too; she hated how organized you were, everything you did, every gesture, every word; it always was so calculated, while she was more spontaneous (another word for impulsive) and never cared enough about how unorganized she was. As you disappeared into the bathroom to shower, she couldn't resist the temptation to rummage through your suitcase, hoping to find something interesting. An amused smile appeared on her face when she found sexy black lingerie; it was just what she was expecting you to wear underneath those slutty skirts you wore almost every day at work. Being the sneaky little mf she was, she put everything back the way you left it so you wouldn't suspect a thing. "Borrowing" a pair of your panties, a souvenir.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you noticed that she had already changed into her comfortable pajamas. She was wearing a pair of black boy shorts and a t-shirt from what seemed to be a band she loved. The shirt looked worn out, the colors faded, but you could still make out the logo of the band, it was a casual yet charming sight. Despite her best efforts to control herself, she found herself unable to resist the urge to stare at you intently, your soft curves, and how the cherry-patterned shorts hugged your ass as the top fell loose over your boobs. It didn't take her too long to notice that you weren't wearing a bra, nipples peeking through the thin fabric of your top, but she forced herself to look away.

"D'you ever take a shower?" you quipped as you strolled to the right side of the massive bed "I took a shower earlier today. Besides, I don't smell bad, so there's really no reason to," she walked to the other side of the bed while trying her best to avoid making eye contact with you. "You gotta shower before getting into bed, it's just gross not to," you scolded her in a mom-like tone, making her roll her eyes in response. "Don't boss me around. I don't need a shower. I smell just fine." she said. You were getting on her nerves again, and you could tell from her annoyed tone; she never liked feeling judged or being told what to do. So, you decided to drop it — too tired to start another argument. You let out a sigh and collapsed onto the soft mattress, feeling instant relief in your back. Your gaze was fixed on the ceiling, "Well, at least it's comfy," you muttered to yourself, as she climbed in next to you and grumbled, "I guess so" and turned away from you, yanking the covers over her head.

The room fell silent, both of you trying your best to ignore each other's presence. You shut your eyes, and so did she. Over 10 minutes passed, and you were still wide awake; why were you suddenly struggling to fall asleep? You were convinced that the little stinky beside you was sleeping, but she wasn't. The little cunt scooted closer to you, secretly enjoying the heat radiating off your body, making sure to keep her eyes shut in the process so you'd think she was sleeping.

She pressed her back against yours, and as much as it felt nice, you shifted uncomfortably and moved again. Your attempt to create distance between both of you turned out to be a complete failure; she kept scooting closer each time you moved away. "You're gonna make me fall out of bed, Ellie," you whined, shoving her away from you. Her eyes shut open, she muttered, "Oh, sorry," and tried to move away from you. But she found herself unable to do so for some reason. She longed for your touch and warmth, realizing that it was a pathetic situation to be in because she hated you; she couldn't feel this way towards you, so why was she? Instead of moving away, she inched closer to you, seeking comfort in your warm body against her cooler, freckled skin.

You huffed again in annoyance and turned onto your side to look at her, realizing how close you two were. "What" you asked flatly; she slowly rolled onto her other side to face you. She blinked slowly, her emerald green eyes taking in your features. You weren't so ugly after all, she thought to herself. She could feel your breath on her face. "Uh, nothin'." She didn't want to admit how comfortable she was with the closeness, feeling your soft skin against hers. "We are not gonna cuddle," you stated firmly. "No, of course not," she agreed quickly, not wanting to push things further either, deep down yearning for something more than just cuddles. She settled back into her spot, trying to ignore the slight disappointment that fluttered in her stomach "Stay on your side of the bed, s'not that hard." the tone of your voice was firm and slightly irritated, "Fine," the auburnette girl muttered under her breath, rolling onto her other side again. She shut her eyes, trying to ignore your presence as you both lay there in silence.

You faced away from her, your eyes shut, trying to focus on something other than the tension you felt in the pit of your stomach. You considered facing the pillow or lying on your side, but your legs felt restless. You wondered if there was a solution to ease your discomfort. The girl beside you groaned softly, annoyed with your constant shifting, her eyes fluttering open as you kept tossing and turning. You heard her sigh heavily, rolling over onto her back and facing the ceiling again "Look, I know you're not used to me or anything-" she started but you were quick to cut her words off "Yeah, I am not" you sighed frustrated and mimicked her position, your eyes glued on the ceiling that seemed to be the most interesting thing ever at that moment.

Ellie turned her head slightly to look at you, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, I guess we could try something different then," she softly said, her voice conveying anything but innocence. A subtle hint of mischief seemed to accompany her words, indicating that she had something specific in mind. Your head turned as soon as she spoke, brows furrowing at her words, "What do you have in mind, Williams?"

"I could help you...relax," she replied confidently, a sly grin never leaving her face. She moved closer to you, her green eyes are fixed on yours. Her heart raced a little faster as she waited for an answer, your consent, anything. Was she fucking out of her mind? Was she suggesting what you thought she was?

You scoffed, "What the fuck, Ellie? 'm not gonna fuck you." you replied sharply, squinting your eyes at her; she groaned softly and hovered over your body, propping herself up on her elbows. "C'mon angel, scared you'll like it?" a cocky grin glued on her face as she spoke confidently almost as if she knew what she was doing. She chuckled softly when you didn't reply, leaning closer until your bodies were pressed against each other, her hand gently stroking your waist "Just let me try," she whispered. Her cold hand sent shivers down your spine when she slid it under your tank top, your warmth seeping into her skin, igniting a fire within her. She had always wanted to touch you like this, even if she hated your guts. She leaned in slowly, eyes locked on your moist, plump lips. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would kiss the girl who pissed the shit out of you daily, let alone fuck her.

Your lips met hers, you felt a strange sensation in the pit of your stomach and chest, like a fluttering feeling. It was as if every fiber of your being was electrified with the touch, and soon, soft and slow kisses turned into a whole makeout session. Her tongue slid into your mouth, and you gladly let her explore every inch of it, her callous fingers gently exploring every inch of your skin and your fingers grasping her messy bun, you still fucking hated her. A series of conflicting thoughts ran through your mind, making it difficult for you to focus on anything. Part of you wanted to pull away, while the other part was eager to explore this, whatever it was. Your grip unconsciously tightened into her auburn locks, slightly pulling her hair. "You little bitch" she muttered under her breath when she pulled away from the kiss, your lips mere millimeters apart, only connected by a string of saliva, "You're a little bitch" you were panting slightly from the intense makeout session "You're fucking obnoxious" she replied without missing a beat. However, this time, no hint of annoyance laced in her voice; her voice was husky and sultry, and she looked at you with such a desire, one that you've noticed before, but she was acting on it this time. Her hand began to tug at your shorts, pulling the soft material down. "And you're not?" you scoffed, your eyebrows raised as you stared back into those green orbs of hers. "Keep talking like that angel, see what happens," she warned you with a sly grin. "Why, what are you gonna do?" you challenged, but she seemed to ignore your question, for now at least.

She didn't waste time, calloused fingers pressing against your clothed cunt as she discarded your favorite pajama shorts somewhere in the dimly lit room. A soft sound escaped your swollen lips, making her smirk in amusement. "I barely even touched you," she teased you, her fingers tracing your soaked and still clothed slit. Your pussy has never been wetter, and you hated how skilled she seemed to be with her hands, how wet you became as soon as she touched and kissed you; almost as if your body had been craving for her touch. "Shut the fuck up," you hissed, only causing her to press her digits on your throbbing clit; she observed you; it was like she was analyzing your every move and reaction. She watched you squirm beneath her. "Aww look at you, baby. Want more?" she purred, her mocking grin taunting you, making you pout and nod frantically. You needed more. Your cunt was starting to hurt and clench around absolutely nothing, you needed her fingers and you couldn't help but feel extremely embarrassed by it. You needed her fingers. The fingers of the girl you hated the most. fuck.

She let out a dry chuckle and slowly shook her head, a few loose auburn strands falling onto the sides of her face "That's not how it works, you can do better than that, I know it." she encouraged you. it was all she needed to hear, all her ears craved to hear, you begging for her, begging for her to destroy your pussy.

As stupid and absurd as it sounded, you were only hers in her mind. She had never laid a finger on you before, but you belonged to her. She wanted to be the only girl in your life, the one you relied on; the worst part was that she couldn't even explain why she felt that way towards you. Why you out of all people? she didn't have the answer to that. She loved getting reactions out of you, getting you all riled up and fuming red, that's what she knew. But tonight, she was lucky enough to explore a new side of you. She wanted to absolutely destroy you. She wasn't gonna be gentle; after all, she still despised you.

You let out a soft groan when she pulled her hand away from your core, leaving you wanting more "Please?" you mumbled. Your voice was soft, timid almost. You hated that she was putting you into this position, and that it had to be her out of all people. She had you wrapped around her finger already and you couldn't even understand why. She expressed her disapproval with a subtle clicking sound of her tongue, shaking her head just enough to convey her dissatisfaction. It wasn't enough. She needed more, better.

Her faint smirk suggested that she found the whole thing quite amusing. "Please, Ellie..." you tried again, you could see the irritation build on her face, she let out a long sigh and rolled her eyes in frustration. "Cat got your tongue, or what?" she asked, her voice tinged with impatience "I need you to be specific. Tell me exactly what you need from me."

Despite your usual confidence, you found yourself letting out an airy huff, almost as if to release some of the tension you were feeling. Beneath her, you felt so insignificant, so vulnerable. How her green eyes studied you made you feel so exposed, you needed her more than anything. Your underwear was damp, and the uncomfortable throbbing was getting worse by the second "I want you to fuck me, Ellie," you blurted out, a mischievous grin spread across her face, her eyes sparkling with amusement and desire. "Is that any better?"

"Good girl," she praised you. You could feel her fingers pulling your underwear down, leaving you bare from the hips down, you still had your tank top on but she was planning on taking it off soon, she was yearning to play with your tits, it was all she ever fantasized about. "Relax, okay?" she whispered due to the closeness, her face dangerously leaning into your neck. You could feel her taking in your scent, the same scent she claimed to hate so much, and soon attacking your neck with damp kisses. You tilted your head to the side and let her, as her fingers began to rub your aching nub, making you gasp at the contact, her hands were so cold, it almost made your hips jerk away, but she held you in place with her other hand, pressing her weight onto you to keep you down. Every little movement you made encouraged her to continue. Soft and small gasps left your lips. You quickly bit into your lower lip to keep yourself quiet, suddenly feeling pathetic for letting her do whatever she wanted to you.

"You know how long I've wanted to play with you like this, hm?" she purred into your neck, her fingers drawing slow circular motions on your clit, tracing your slit just to tease you "Fuck, you're soaked..." she murmured under her breath, more to herself than to you, taking note of every reaction you had to her touch. "You're a jerk, you know that right?" your voice came out softer than what you expected, it was impossible to be mad. How could you even be mad at her? She was making you feel so good. "Am I?" she slid a finger inside you, she could hear a few stifled moans coming from you, almost as if you were too proud to show her that she was touching you just in the right places, still struggling to believe you were letting her touch you. "Y-yes. I fucking hate you" you continued, trying to sound as mad as possible, she inserted another finger and began to pump them in and out of you "Why are you letting me touch you like this, then?" she had this sarcastic and taunting tone that would've usually made you mad if she wasn't fucking you right now. "Cause— can't sleep," you stammered out, and she chuckled at your words, amusement etching across her features "Yeah, that's obviously why you're letting me fuck you" She couldn't help but find this funny. You were always so confident, acting like she had no power over you and had her believing she couldn't bring you down no matter what, that whatever she did to you was useless...until now. So finger drunk, you needed her; it only served to boost her ego, making her realize that you weren't so bulletproof and unreachable after all.

"You dress like a fucking slut. Why do you even dress like that, hm? So that Luke guy can drool over you?" It was as if a floodgate had opened, and all her pent-up thoughts suddenly came pouring out as she kept finger-fucking you, her thumb teasing your clit every now and then. "L-luke?" You echoed her words perplexed, wispy brows furrowing together as you struggled to keep yourself quiet. You couldn't even fucking remember a guy named Luke, yet, there she was, acting like a jealous girlfriend while fucking you. "Yeah, Luke —fuck. you have an idea of how bad I've been wanting to bend you over your stupid desk and fuck you hard?" Her tone was rough, her voice dripping with jealousy and perhaps possessiveness, not that she had any right to act that way. "I thought you hated me" She snorted at your words, her eyes darkening with desire and a small grin on her face. "I still fucking hate you, don't be pathetic" she snarked out, pumping her fingers harder and deeper into you, curling her digits ever so slightly; she had your legs trembling like crazy and whining like the slut you were. "Hmm—fucking hate you back" you managed to say between a few whimpers. "Y'know what?" she abruptly pulled her fingers out of you, earning a small groan from your part "No no no" you complained, your voice laced with desperation as a small frown appeared on your features. "Take your top off," she commanded without giving you a further explanation "Your bra too." she added. You watched as she rose from the bed, and made her way over to where her backpack lay, discarded on her side of the bed. You followed her movements with your eyes, curious about what she was looking for. She rummaged through the bag's contents for a few moments before pulling out whatever she needed. A fucking purple strap. "Let's see if I can make you hate me even more." You could not look away, keeping your eyes glued on her as the auburnette stripped down her clothes with a purpose. Your eyes remained locked on her body as she moved and shifted, removing her clothing one piece at the other. You watched her put on her strap-on, her body was more muscular and toned than you expected, her well-defined abs making you almost salivate at the sight. "And you expect me to take that shit?" you blunted out, pointing at the long silicone dick standing erect, attached to her body, her v-line prominent "You're gonna take every inch of it, pretty," her tone was demanding, leaving you no room to argue with her decision.

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." you firmly retorted, completely reluctant at the idea, but she was already straddling your lap, spreading your legs wide to adjust you into the position she wanted. If anything, your reluctance only seemed to spark a playful glint in her eyes. She was clearly intent on having her way with you. "You gonna be a good girl f'me." She hushed you, holding the shaft still and licking her lips hungrily as she peered at your wet entrance. You squirmed and tried to close your legs but she wouldn't let you. She quickly spread them apart again, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your inner thighs as she pinned them down to the mattress. "Nah-uh. Spread 'em open f'me, princess. I won't hurt you, promise." Her tone slightly shifted into more gentle one, and her eyes hungrily glazed over you. You let out a shaky breath and tried to relax all the tensed muscles in your body; she made you feel so vulnerable in that position. "Ready?" She asked before pushing the tip in, slowly, stretching your pussy out so good "Ahh, shit" you hissed, eyes shutting immediately at the new sensation, you weren't prepared for it. "Hurts?" you shook your head to reassure her. "Hurts good." She smirked, enjoying the feeling of power that she had over you. She started to thrust in slowly, only pushing an inch in every two minutes, allowing your cunt to adjust to it. She groaned softly, watching you squirm under her, enjoying how much you wanted it from her. "You're so fuckin' soaked, it's going in so easily" she commented, chuckling at your state. You were indeed fucking soaked, your juices dripping down your pussy, making a mess on the sheets. You arched your back when half of her strap was in, pushing your hips down to allow the strap to slip deeper into you, your cervix suddenly yearning for it. You gasped when the slight pain immediately turned into pleasure, your legs were shaking like crazy, so fucking pathetic; she loved the messy state she got you in. "Look at you, god" her voice above a whisper as she took in your naked body and the glistening strap that was sliding in and out of you. "Oh my god," you moaned, wrapping your legs around her waist to push her deeper into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head; all this pleasure was almost unbearable, but it wasn't enough for her. Her head lowered just enough to take your neglected hard nipples into her mouth, sucking on them. You could feel the tip of her tongue circling the hard nub before releasing it with a pop, switching to the other nipple to give it equal attention. Your boobs were better than she had imagined, so fucking beautiful.

"Always bending over when I walk by. Was this what you were trying to achieve?" she rasped out, slamming her dick into you hard. "Ellie!" a muffled cry escaped your lips as the corners of your eyes filled with unshed tears began to glisten, seeing you like this was one of her favorite things. You were so pretty and desperate, she couldn't get enough. The tip of her purple cock was hitting your cervix just right; obscene moans, a symphony of lustful ardor flooded the air filling the hotel room. "I asked you a question, baby" She grasped your chin firmly and forced you to meet her gaze. Your head swiveled back and forth, your brows quivered under her unrelenting gaze. A soft sniffle emanated from your nose as you attempted to produce a clear response "N-no," but both of you knew that wasn't the truth. You were acutely aware of how she gazed at you with unbridled desire and hunger. The way her emerald orbs scrutinized every inch of your body left you flustered, almost as if she could devour you with just her gaze and you couldn't help but like it.

The strap sliding out as she said "Dunno, sounds like a lie to me" only to slam it back in even harder than before, causing you to squeal. Tears welled up, their weight unbearable on your eyelids. "P-please, I can't…" you pleaded with a feeble voice; it was almost imperceptible to the ear, but she could hear it loud and clear. Her ears were enhanced, honed in on the sound of every little gasp that escaped your mouth, each breath you took, every moan of pleasure. "Can't what, huh?" She appeared to be playing dumb, fully aware of the intense feelings coursing through every fiber of your body. As she moved in and out of you faster and faster, she could not help but feel the heat radiating from every inch of your skin, making her own body burn with desire. She knew that she had complete domination over you, that she had reduced you to nothing more than a helpless puppet at her mercy; she had you crying and moaning like a porn star. "Feeling good, angel?" Your cute whimpers only added fuel to her desire, fueling her to go harder and harder. Her fingers dug into the soft, warm fat of your hips, and her nails sank into the flesh, leaving small crescents behind on your skin. She was not being soft or gentle anymore. Instead, she was rough with you, enjoying her domination and relishing in the feeling of having her way with you.

"Gonna cum on my cock, yeah?" she purred, sending a chill up your spine as her words penetrated your ears, your body was completely at her mercy, and it seemed as though she was the only thing that existed at that moment "No one's gonna fuck you better than me," and you knew she was right. She could feel your walls clenching around her, almost as if you were trying to trap her in. She could tell you were about to cum. The familiar sensation of the knot snapping overcame you, causing you to cry out her name. Your polished nails dug into her back, drawing faint, pink-ish lines that would remain there until the next morning. For some reason, she loved the idea of having a small reminder of what you two had done together on her body. Like a souvenir, one which would bring back fond memories each time she looked at it; Ellie was secretly a sucker for that kind of stuff. Her body pressed closely against yours, her heartbeat as frantic as yours. You could feel every breath she took as she panted on your bare shoulder, the heat of her breath filling your senses and your skin tingling under her touch.

As your high began to fade, she pulled out of you, bringing you back down to earth and back to reality. "Fuck" She breathed out, slowly sinking down next to you on the mattress. You just stared up at the ceiling, completely exhausted and out of breath "Best ride of your life, huh?" both of you were exhausted, but of course, she couldn't resist the urge to tease you a bit more, "Yeah, not bad" You tried to retain the facade of being unemotional and cool, but you were still feeling the aftereffects, your body still trembling "Not bad? I think you have a hard time admitting your feelings" You scoffed at the words; you didn't want to boost her ego and risk her teasing you even more the following day. Your voice stayed calm and composed, but your body language was betraying you. "My feelings for you? I hate you. Nothing more"

"Hate me so much you came all over my dick" She taunted you playfully, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of her lips. Her eyes never left yours for a second, a gaze that was intense and tantalizing. Eventually, you turned to your side to face her, the side of your face sinking into the soft pillow, still blushing from the previous activities, a display of your vulnerability and sensitivity that was hard to hide. Her playful demeanor and teasing were making it difficult for you to keep your cool. "Why do you even go around with that thing?" You couldn't help but ask her the question that had been lingering in your mind the moment she pulled it out of her backpack. "Was planning to use it, obviously," She gestured with her hands as she explained herself. "Not with you, of course." She was quick to add, as if she had predicted the questions that were going to come next from you and you raised your eyebrows at her, your body language showing some skepticism about her answer. Such a fucking liar she was. Sure, she brought it everywhere she went just in case, but she totally dreamt of using it with you, her dirty mind filled with fantasies about the ways she could use it with you. "Such a dick," You rolled your eyes and turned away from her. You could hear her snicker at your words. Unexpectedly, she pulls you closer, her bare chest pressing against your back. Both of you are still sweaty from the night's activities, and you can feel her body heat radiating onto you, her arms wrapped around you tightly. "What're you doin'?" You groaned in protest, trying to get away from her grip. You wanted her to let you go, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel the urge to lean into her touch, a contradiction between your internal feelings and your physical body's reaction. She ignored you and kept hugging you, pulling your body against hers. Your breath hitched as you felt her touch and her body against you. "Spoonin' the shit outta you," She was so nonchalant about it that it drove you crazy. It was almost as if she never really tried to make your life miserable every day. But you couldn't help the flutter in your stomach, your cheeks getting warmer and hotter by the simple gesture. Your body was reacting to her touch without you even realizing which was an unexpected yet welcome feeling. You were thankful for everything that she couldn't see your flushed state. "Yeah, whatever," you grumble, trying to sound pissed off although you're actually feeling quite the opposite. "Sleep well, pretty," She mumbled tiredly, sending a wave of confusion through your body as her lips brushed your shoulder. It was a small gesture, one that should not have warranted this level of reaction. But your body had other ideas. A wave of butterflies erupted in your belly, making you feel a bit dazed for a moment and smile like an idiot.

The following days were filled with unspoken tension and the usual bickering. But this time it was different. There was something more lingering in the air, as though that night you had together had changed the feeling between the two of you. Although the change was subtle, it was there and could not be ignored. She started to think that maybe, she didn't despise you as much as she thought she did, and she started to put up with your behavior as if it wasn't that annoying after all, but she never dared to share that sentiment, as she was afraid you would reject her or not see her in the same way. She would always find any excuse to touch you briefly, grope your ass or your tits, and to her surprise, you would let her; her hands would brush against your body, her grip lingering just a bit longer than necessary. And she seemed to be getting clingier, she hated not being the center of your attention, even for a second. Even though she knew you were writing an article and had a deadline to make, she could not stand it when you were so dismissive of her need for your attention. She tried distracting you by cupping your breasts, hoping to get your focus off your work, but you would just push her away each time. "i really, really, need to finish this." shooing her away like a stray dog with a wave of your hand. She took advantage of your distracted state to sneak under the small hotel desk, one of her tactics to get your attention. The warm palms of her hands gently rubbed both of your knees, a sudden contact that caught you off guard. You jolted at the sensation and pushed your chair back slightly in response, your eyes following her hands as she moved them to your knees. "What're you doing?" You asked her, perhaps with an edge of irritation in your voice, your tone tinged with annoyance and trying desperately to maintain your focus. It was the third time she tried to distract you, and although you found it cute, you needed to finish your article. "What do you think I'm doing?" She looked up at you, raising her eyes to meet yours, as she spread your legs open. She pulled you closer, her hands now roaming freely over your thighs, touching you in ways that made you tremble. It was clear that she had no intention of leaving you alone, and was willing to go to greater lengths to get your entire attention. "Ellie, I seriously need to finish this stupid article," You protested weakly, trying desperately to retain your focus and not give in to her charms. However, the way she was looking up at you from under the desk was more than enough to make you fold the slightest bit. The way her eyes glimmered with desire, the way she was holding your legs and pulling you close to her, it was all taking its toll on your body, making your pussy throb with anticipation and excitement.

"Just wanna help" She shrugged in a playful manner and acted all innocent and cutesy, but the mischievous look in her eyes said otherwise. She was teasing you, knowing full well what she was doing and how she was affecting you, she was enjoying the power dynamic and knew you would not be able to resist her. You sighed and rolled your eyes at her "Fine" You eventually gave in, unable to resist her; an expression of triumph appeared on her face as she knew that her teasing efforts had been successful. "Lean back, beautiful" She demanded softly, her hand reaching up to press on your abdomen to push your back against the chair. You helped her roll up the black skirt to give her better access to your core, making her grin even wider at your willingness. Her fingers immediately hooked onto the waistband of your panties, sliding them down slowly, revealing your pussy to her. "So fucking pretty" She couldn't help but voice her thoughts, her obsession with your pussy was clear, and she had been dreaming of tasting you ever since that night. It was a shame that she hadn't had the chance before, but she was more than determined to make up for lost time. Already two days had passed from that night and she felt like she was going crazy already.

Her soft lips kissed your inner thighs, sending shivers up your body as they brushed near your sensitive flesh. You could feel her breath as her lips touched your body, and it was an incredible sensation, driving you utterly insane. She loved driving you crazy and she was great at it. "Ellie, your teasing is getting old" You huffed trying to hide how worked up she was getting you. Every touch of her lips on your skin made your body twitch uncontrollably, every caress of her hands sent shivers through your body. Your breath was getting heavier, you could feel your body start reacting to her exploration. "Doesn't seem like it to me, especially judging by your pussy — God, so wet." Before you could even open your mouth to reply, she gave you a small, catlike lick, almost as if she was testing the waters to see how you would react. You felt a jolt through your body as she explored your wetness, sending shivers down your spine and making you squirm in your seat. When she tasted you, she could have sworn her head spun from the sensation, nothing came close to the taste of you. In a quick movement, her arms wrapped around your legs, pulling your dripping cunt closer to her face as she devoured you hungrily. The sensation of her mouth on you was almost unbearable. Her tongue flicked expertly, teasing and tasting every inch of you. The cute sounds she made against your cunt barely audible over your high-pitched moans.

She loved how responsive your body was, how wet you easily got at her touch. It made her stomach do pathetic flip-flops, feeling like a schoolgirl in love. She loved having such control over you, and it made her feel powerful. Your hands gripped the edges of the desk tightly, your breaths becoming more ragged as she continued her work. "Fuck...need—need more, please."

She knew exactly what you needed and was more than ready to provide it. She slid two fingers inside you, curling them enough to reach your g-spot with such ease that you nearly screamed. You were already struggling to keep your legs open, you could feel your orgasm nearing and she could sense it too. She continued to finger you mercilessly, her other hand holding your hip firmly in place; you always moved a lot whenever you were close; that's what she learned in the last few days. Your head rolled back, your legs tensing up as you felt a surge of pleasure coursed throughout your body. Everything was tense, and your breath heaved slowly, and your mouth hung open. Your entire body was in a state of pure ecstasy, your mind barely able to think clearly as you tried to process the overwhelming sensation. "Guh-od," you choked on your own words, the sounds of your breathing getting heavier and heavier as you came in her mouth, the slight slurping noises she made were absolutely disgusting.

When she pulled away, she was gasping for air, and you could see the satisfaction on her face as she had taken care of you. It was clear that she had enjoyed herself as much as you had, and she had absolutely no regret or shame about what she had just done. Feeling you cum on her fingers and in her mouth was even better than fucking you senseless with her strap. "You taste so fucking-" But you cut her off, grasping her hand still gripping into your hip. The sudden movement made her freeze for a moment, taken by surprise as she was still trying to process the intensity of the moment. "I wanna taste you too." You got up from your chair, pulling her up with you. You held her close to your body, your feet moving slowly towards the bed. As you walked backwards, you kept her just an inches away from your body, your grip tight around her waist. "Oh really?" She cracked a playful smile, amused by your statement, clearly in for whatever you had in store for her. When the back of your knee hit the bed, her hand gently pressed on your chest to push you down onto the bed. Everyone knew how the rest would go, you were bound to continue where she left off.

✩ coworker!ellie acted like nothing happened when your little business trip ended, and things went back to how they were. It was as if all the conversations and moments between you two never existed like she had never touched you. She went back to her usual routine of barely talking to you, and when she did, it was usually something negative. You didn't know what to make of her behavior. You expected some kind of reaction from her, but not...this.

✩ coworker!ellie would seem completely normal when you were alone, but when you were in your work environment, she became distant and aloof. She would occasionally take you out on dates and be affectionate after your hookups, but it was such a confusing situation to be in; her actions seemed to contradict each other. She'd act like a jealous girlfriend if someone approached you but she wouldn't commit to you.

She always ensured no one was around before touching you or even saying something remotely sweet to you. She'd sneak behind you and wrap her arms around your waist while you were too busy with something to notice. Her breath would hit the side of your neck, and when you tilted your head to give her easy access, she'd attack your neck with kisses. Or she'd compliment you, but it'd be in her own style and all. "You look like a slut in that" followed by a "Can't wait to fuck you tonight"

✩ coworker!ellie gave you the silent treatment for an entire week after confronting her about her confusing behavior. You couldn't help but feel frustrated by her lack of communication, and you wondered if it was worth pursuing a relationship with someone who couldn't express her feelings properly. One day, when you arrived at work, you found a beautiful bouquet of red roses sitting on your desk, accompanied by your favorite coffee.

She was leaning against your desk, patiently waiting for you to arrive. You couldn't hide your surprise, and you asked her what it was all about. "Got you a lil somethin'," she said, handing you the roses. You tried to remain calm, but you were still hurt by her previous behavior. How could she ignore you for a whole week and get you roses like nothing happened? "I'm tired of your stupid mind games" You frowned slightly "What do you want?!" You let out a frustrated sigh. "No weird shit this time, I promise" she said. "I want to make it official between us." You were skeptical, but a part of you wanted to believe her. You had strong feelings for her, and you couldn't deny that you wanted to take things to the next level, but you needed to be sure that she was serious about your relationship, so you didn't accept right away. She needed to earn it.

✩ coworker!ellie spent weeks trying to make amends and apologize, but you initially remained distant and unresponsive. She tried to win back your affection with small gifts and kind gestures, but it seemed like that wasn't enough. You only wanted her to publicly demonstrate her affection and show everyone how much she truly cared. Eventually, she seemed to get the hint and adjusted her approach. The way she asked you out was...romantic.

You were way too engrossed in organizing the papers on your desk and you failed to notice her walking up behind you. You could hear her footsteps as she entered your shared office, but you didn't expect her to approach you. You heard the door close, but you were too deep in thought, standing before your desk, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you sorted through the papers. Suddenly, you felt her arms wrap around you from behind, and you let out a small yelp of surprise. Her lips hovered over your neck, where she left a few gentle kisses that made you instinctively tilt your head to the side.

Her hands lowered to your hips, pushing your butt into her crotch; you pushed back slightly, trying to get away but she was just too tempting, and the feeling of her body pressed against yours was too much for you to resist. "What do you think you're doing?" You sighed, trying to sound annoyed. "I want you." Despite your body craving her touch, you knew better than to fall for her emphasis on the word 'you'. Every part of you was trying to resist, calling you to give in to the temptation of her sweet words, of her tender lips on your necks, but the rational side of you knew that this could not end well. But god, the way she was touching you, her hands fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, it was driving you crazy, she was driving you crazy.

You took hold of her hands and held them firmly to prevent further movement. "You're too much of a pussy to actually treat me right in front of other people" The moment your words left your lips, you could see them reach her and resonate with her in a way that you didn't quite expect. She was visibly taken aback, but she didn't stop what she was doing. "I told you I want you. I'm more than serious," she insisted, her tone serious and unwavering. Her hands lifted your skirt slightly, causing you to immediately glance towards the locked door. "Here? Now?" you internally panicked, and she could feel your body tensing up in her hands, but she hushed you. "Everyone's on a break, no one will walk by," whispering tantalizing words into your ears that set your body on fire and made your heart race. "Just keep it quiet, we'll be quick" so you gave in cause how could you not? the way she kept pushing your ass closer to her pussy was just enough for you; her body language screamed desperate, and honestly, so did yours.

Her lips kept kissing your neck, and she knew exactly where the sweet spot was; she knew your body like the back of her hand. Her hands slowly trailed over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing them, massaging them in circular motions through the fabric. A stifled whimper echoed in the small office and you could feel yourself getting wet, your pussy throbbing like crazy already. "Y-you can't just...do this and act distant when we're in public" she already had you stuttering and struggling to keep your breath even, your voice coming out a lot softer than intended, making her smirk against your soft skin. "I want you" She repeated, her tone serious and sultry, like a serpent tempting you with her words, luring you in with her touches; you sighed at her words. "What kind of I want you are we talking about?" You watched her hands roam all over your body, and they seemed to have a life of their own. She pressed your back into hers, her tattooed arm trailing down to your skirt, sliding under it and inside your panties. "I want to fuck you, I want you to cum on my fingers, and I want you to be mine," you gasped when her fingers found your clit with such ease, rubbing it "Be yours?" You uttered weakly, trying to contain your whimpers. The sensation of her touch was too intense for you to keep quiet, and every little sound you made felt like a confession; you wanted this, you wanted her hands on you, and you wanted her lips. She hummed back in response. "Be mine."

"Ellie, I want to be your-" You let out a slight moan as she rubbed your throbbing nub faster, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your hands reached out to grip the edge of the desk to support yourself as your poor legs were starting to give up. The feeling was overwhelming, almost as if she was controlling every inch of you with her touch, and your body was telling you that you had no control anymore. "What was that, huh?" Her tone was mocking, and she loved seeing you squirm and twitch in her grip. Every tiny movement of your body was like a sign that she had that control, that you were her puppet and she was the master in this little game of hers. She loved playing with you, making you lose control, and watching you react to her touch, her words, everything she did. "Girlfriend," you gasped out, finishing your sentence. "You wanna be my girlfriend, baby?" to which you responded with a moan and nod. Without warning, she pulled her hand out of your panties and pushed you down onto the desk. Your whole torso was pressed against the cold surface of your desk, accidentally scattering the papers you were organizing earlier. The girl wasted no time in pulling your skirt up, her green irises focusing on the wet spot she had created — fucking soaked; she licked her lips hungrily, pulling your pink underwear down. "Tell me what else you want, pretty" her fingers tracing your slit teasingly, collecting all your slick and messily smearing it all over your pussy. You shut your eyes, remembering yourself to keep it quiet.

"So ready for me—nice and wet, just how I like it." Before you could give her a proper answer or anything, she smoothly slid two fingers into your hole, sounds of pleasure filling the small room, hoping no one could hear you. "Want you to...fuck...treat me better," Her fingers picked up the pace, pumping in and out of you faster, almost giving you no time to adjust to them, she was so fucking desperate to make you cum on her fingers and god if anyone walked by, they would've been fucking traumatized, it was fucking obscene. Ellie finger fucking you from behind; she had you bent on your desk, just like she had always dreamt of.

"Treat you better, got it — Keep talking, princess." She just loved teasing you. She had you wildly writhing on your now messy desk, struggling to keep your mouth shut, yet she loved it. She loved the tremble in your voice as you tried to keep those cute little whimpers of yours at bay. So dreamy, such a slut you were for her. "I was so- mmph…upset when you…ignored me for a week." Each moan, each gasping breath, told her exactly how close she was bringing you to the edge. And oh, how Ellie loved being in control of that. "Yeah? I made you all sad?" her tone was mocking again, and her fingers moved faster and harder with each word that came out of you just to make it extra harder for you to hold your moans, such a cunt she was. You moaned in response, but apparently, that wasn't enough for her. "No, princess. I wanna talk it out. Use your words."

You whimpered and pushed your hips backward, meeting her thrusts. "I was...Ellie, please..." but she clicked her tongue "Was what?" She urged you, demanding that you finish your sentence. You couldn't see her face, but you knew just by her tone that a cocky grin lingered on those freckled features you loved so much. "Upset, con- confused" you stammered, bucking your hips against her hands as she kept fingering you mercilessly. "Why?" she knew exactly why, it was just an excuse to keep you talking. "Cause I couldn't understand, I just- 'm close." slutty moans echoed in the small office, no longer caring if anyone who passed by would hear you, you were far too gone for that, far too gone to think and use your brain. "I know angel, just tell me how you felt." all your juices making a mess of her hand, not that she cared, you were dripping all over her fingers and hand; completely enamored with the way your body reacted to her touch.

"I just wanted you and- oh my god!" and just like that, you exploded on her fingers; she hovered over your body, bending down over you just to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, her fingers still buried deep inside you, letting you ride out your orgasm. Your breathing was ragged, panting like a dog. "Wanna be my girlfriend?" she whispered in your ear, leaving a few kisses on your neck. "Yeah," you breathed out. "Yeah?" she echoed with a cheeky smile creeping up her face, though you couldn't see it. "Yes, but I'm not your fucking secret." you tried to sound threatening and she couldn't help but chuckle dryly at your words, wrapping her arms around your waist. "Not gonna be my little secret."

And she kept her word.

✩ coworker!ellie went from your biggest hater to your biggest fan. Could you imagine it? Well, no one could. She would bring you up in any context or situation, always speaking so highly of you. Your boss was taken aback by the sudden shift in her attitude. The same-room-same-bed mistake was indeed just a way to help you resolve your issues but never he expected that the two of you would hit it off so well, let alone dating. Safe to say that no one saw it coming.

"Could you give this to y/n?" "Who?" "y/n" "Ohhh...my girlfriend? Sure, will do." throwing 'the bomb' like that so randomly, obviously left your boss thinking she was just joking. No one actually believed her until you confirmed it.

✩ coworker!ellie couldn't stop yapping about you to everyone in your workplace (and outside), it was almost nauseating how much of a lovesick girl she became overnight, shocking. No one could stand her ass for more than two seconds. Constantly talking and rambling about how perfect and beautiful you were, how good you were in what you did — basically acting like a proud girlfriend, showing you off at any chance she got.

✩ coworker!ellie wears one of those customized 'i love my gf' shirts with your face just to embarrass you.

"Ellie, what. the. fuck. are you wearing?" you wanted to be mad, pissed, but it was genuinely funny and you found yourself unable to contain your laughter. She looked utterly stupid in that but you couldn't help but smile. "Told you, not gonna keep you a secret. Everybody needs to know." and she was so dramatic about it, making a bunch of customized things with your face. Shirts, boxers (which you really liked), mugs that she'd keep in her office, either to use them or to just put all her pens in, jackets, anything.

✩ coworker!ellie was always sticking to you like glue, never leaving your side no matter where you were. She would follow you around the office like a puppy, her hands always on your body. You couldn't have a conversation with anyone without her hovering nearby, listening in. She would steal quick kisses from you whenever she got the chance, be it in a meeting or in the presence of others.

Dina stood casually leaning against the doorframe, her eyes fixed on the scene in front of her. Jesse, her boyfriend, emerged from his office with a broad grin on his face, looking a little bemused. Dina couldn't help but smirk "You owe me 50 bucks," she announced, her voice ringing with the sound of victory. Jesse looked at her with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "You saw it coming?" he asked her incredulously, raising an eyebrow. The brunette shrugged, the smirk still firmly in place on her face. "It was bound to happen at some point," she stated "and I won, so...50 bucks." She held out her hand, waiting for Jesse to hand over the cash. He rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile at his girl's enthusiasm. "Fine, you win," he said, handing over the money. "And you're taking me out for dinner tonight," she added with a grin, her tone smug. "Anything for you, my love,"

[meamiiikiii]

siffrin deals with the woes of a frozen computer.

guest starring (hah) loop!

loop can just input text box dialogue onto tech within the reverse entry au for funsies, dont worry about it!

[noblehcart]

“ they said he crawled out of his own grave.”

@lordofthestrix

he had been asked what he made of the rumors. the survival of the romanovs. glimpses of a dead tsar and his children throughout europe and other parts. rumors and whispers coming from the Koptyaki forest about a resurrection thanks to god....or something worse.

something dark that would hunt down the executioners for their crimes. his sin and his comfort in all of this was that his father was one of the executioners. the romanovs were dead and his father soon followed after in the grave thanks to a pistol he always kept at his side. he knew the facts. the romanovs were dead. some by his father's own hand. he knew he didn't believe in god, an afterlife or resurrections. even if he did believe or fear such a thing then there was no retribution to be sought with him.

it ended with his father though he tried to continue in a path he thought might bring his father some pride. though sometimes the idea made his stomach roil till he swallowed the nausea down to carry on with his work. work that now brought his past outside the gates to the Ipatiev house and his father's actions to the forefront.

they said he crawled out of his own grave. were the words of the french noble with diplomatic immunity. a very important guest he was told to be careful with. listen closely to and monitor for hints of espionage. the last thing their country needed was a spy or an international incident. or for him to continue lingering around the area distracting his secretary who kept continuing to look in their direction concernedly. he wondered if the concern was for him or the french lord.

"I'm afraid that's not possible." was the short curt response, tone clipped to allow for no further debate or idea that it could be just that. possible. "as you know our country announced their deaths just a few years ago. the dead don't come back to life. bullets and bayonets never fail. tragic as that may be to some, but the tyranny over russia has ended with the tsar's death. for that we can be grateful."

[jarofstyles]

Jarofstyles Fic Rec 2023 🪽

hello my loves! Here is our updated fic rec.

[some may be repeats of last year because we reread them!]

Also check out our fic rec account, @jarofstylesrecs for some we most definitely missed!

There are so many I want to put on here and I’ll update it again, but here we are! Let me know of any fics you recommend 🩷

WATTPAD-

Bambi- vanillasoy (or @queenofgraveyards here) (ceo soft H, in my top 5)

Flower- vanillasoy (bodyguard/grumpy h x sunshine ofc)

Devil’s Due- petite_cerise (classic dark!H)

Adonis- temptress_ (dark!H and fierce OFC)

Valhalla- temptress_ (Viking!H)

Baby Blue- theasstour (artist!H and model y/n)

Lucky Penny- alisonfelix (teacher h, soft, ofc finding herself)

Informed Consent- alisonfelix (college romance, absolutely tooth rotting fluff I’m obsessed)

One Night Stand- alisonfelix (short story, pregnancy one night stand plot. A lil angsty but cute)

Ladybug- _screamingcolour (50’s au, super cute)

Pirouette- _screamingcolour (ballerina ofc, so fucking cute it hurts)

Flower Girl- sushirrrry (idk how to describe but chef’s kiss)

Celestial- sushirrrry (WIP, it hurts but it feels good, nerdy h who loves the stars)

Wildflowers- latenightgab (assholeish tattoorry, single dad)

Jezebel- latenightgab (sugar daddy ceo x dancer teacher)

Office Hours- latenightgab (lawyer and professor H x student)

Pink Slip- stillhurtingstyles (plus size! Assistant y/n x boss h)

Always - styleslegend (my OG favorite fic, nerdy h x popular y/n, old but good)

A Lifetime With You- anenglishbird (supernatural au, witchy, adore it)

Inclination- peanutboyfriend (sexuality discovery, so good)

Aerial- peanutboyfriend (aerialist h and ofc, 60’s set, another top 10 fic)

1789- everlasts (period piece, just read it. French Revolution)

Breaking The Ice- sarbearfive (hockey!H)

Sail My Ridges- @1800titz (new but soooo fucking good. Piraterry, writing is phenomenal as usual)

The Devil is a Gentleman- @1800titz (again, writing is incredible. Kink heavy, lovely, bdsm club, masks, real estate agent H- just please read it)

Sinners Place- @shroombloomm (so fucking good, preistrry, all the good drama, 10/10)

Do I Wanna Know? - @eatyourhoneyh (trust me, stripper ofc. Obsessed)

Boston- witchysunflower (hockey h, cheating plot)

Haste- htownrry (pregnancy plot but unconventional, racer h, very good)

TUMBLR-

Prosecco- @moonchildstyles (older!H)

Gravity- @moonchildstyles (camboyrry)

Aster- @moonchildstyles (tattoorry grumpy sunshine)

Èlan- @moonchildstyles (bodyguardrry that pulled my heart strings)

firemanrry- @jawllines (softest H, made of sugar and the little puppy :( )

Ballerinarry- @jawllines (enemies to lovers, obsessed)

Young American- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (tattoo artists h and y/n, so well written)

Wolves- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (Wolfrry!!!)

A Good Fit- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (trust me, read)

LVRS CLUB- @0nlythrowharrybeaux (sex club slay)

Best Friend’s Dadrry- @gurugirl (exactly what it says. So good)

The Arrangement- @gurugirl (sugar daddy h!)

The Ex- @gurugirl (trusf me again)

The whole Knockout series- @freedomfireflies (yall don’t even know how feral this series makes me…)

404- @freedomfireflies (again obsessed, nerdy enemies chefs kiss)

Silk and Rope- @cupid-styles (dom/sub dynamic, so soft)

Only Angel- @cupid-styles (tattorry, experienced h, shy y/n)

Complicated Freak- @lukesaprince (best friends Dadrry is a weakness)

Rich- @lukesaprince (older! H, age gap,)

Mutually Beneficial - @cherryjuiceblues (Dom/sub dynamics, perfection!)

Could You Live With Just a Taste- @frioamor (Dom/sub, smut is mind blowing)

Love’s Divine- @atlafan (nanny!h omg)

Peaches & Cream- @atlafan (anything they write tbh)

You’re Someone I Just Want Around- @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy & @sunflowervolvimp3 (I put this every year bc I reread it every single year. I’m obsessed. My Roman Empire. I’ve never heard ‘like real people do’ the same since.)

Please You- @adorebeaa (again just trust me)?

Wolfrry- @adorebeaa (please I’m obsessed w this and the smut is incredible)

The Dark King- @shroombloomm (so so so so so good, dark obviously but I love it)

Achilles Heel- @angelisverba (I’m obsessed w their writing and plugrry but this smut is mind blowing)

[remi-harbinger]

AU where sqh is running on so so so little sleep he thinks he can taste colours and he goes into a peak lord meeting. Shen Jiu slams a report down about the demons from the northern kingdom making a ruckus near the borders again and sqh loses it. Hes So Goddamn Tired and mbj cant even keep his people under control?? he's so done that he just straight up stands up and walks out.

Ofc the peak lords just follow behind him but he doesnt really care at this point because hes so sleep deprived who knows which is realer? the Peak Lords following in a line behind him like little chicks or the 8 feet tall hatsune miku figure he swears is staring at him behind the trees? MBJ is waiting at his little peak lord office for him (bc of COURSE hes waiting in his office instead of HANDLING his OWN PROBLEMS).

By the time the peak lords all shuffle into sqhs room (getting through the cramped room without touching the absolute mountains of scrolls is like getting through some labyrinth) they see mbj on his knees as sqh rants on in front of him. mbj agrees to control his people. Sj adds in a few trade agreements which mbj agrees to just to calm sqh down (the guy is vibrating)

When sqh finally calms down he collapses onto mbj who just looks at each and every peak lord in the eye and threatens the safety and lives of the entire sect. Honestly with the trade agreements, yqy and sj are more than happy to just pretend this thing never happened. Cang qiong is going to make a fortune in exotic goods. Mqf is delighted at the opportunity this presents him. He can finally research and use the herbs from the demon realm without risking his life and limb!! Tears are shed.

[tadc-harlequin-au]

Introducing: the official Dance Rush x Souls-like AU collab!

(credits to @nobody-nexus for the initial sketch of SL!Pomni <3)

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY NOW AND IT'S HERE, IT'S FINALLY HERE!

As I've said before, the Dance Rush x Souls-like collab is a special event to celebrate my birthday. The Amazing Digital Dance Rush is an AU owned by @nobody-nexus, my lovely bf <3, and is ABSOLUTELY worth checking out.

During this event, there wouldn't be changes in the scenery yet. That is, until Pomni asks Caine, from his office desk, what the golden microphone is for.

He then says that he's been "testing out an event to keep things fresh", without having to rely on boss-rushes entirely to entertain the current players, since it might "get boring".

He then whisks Pomni away to an entirely new map, an altered version of the Main lounge of the manor.

(Couldn't finish this one, I got really sick at the time of making this.)

Once Pomni is done exploring, Caine then takes her to the Idols stage, where she'll be facing down with three chosen idols in a third person, bullet-hell styled gameplay mayhem. A "Dance Rush event", if you will. ;)

(Sorry, I couldn't finish this one either. Body aches be damned)

There are three bosses for this event, and they are the DR variants whom are completely AI, and non-sentient.

Defeating "Idol_1" gives Pomni the Dance Rush skin, and an unlockable cyberpunk sword, as well as a new special called "Style break". (For normal players post-canon, they'll get a DR!Pomni NPC, being all sorts of useful from giving out gameplay tips, to offering a second chance on a halfway checkpoint if the player fails the current run.)

Defeating "Idol_2" allows Jax to access the Dance Rush skin, and a new special. (For normal players post-canon, they'll get a DR!Jax NPC, who will openly berate and flirt at the same time. He gives out side quests that allows the players to find stronger upgrades for main game.)

Defeating "Idol_3" allows Caine to change into the Dance Rush outfit. Normal players in post-canon will get a golden microphone, as well as a DR!Caine NPC that is just as wacky as the original is.

(He also finally permits access to the rest of the event's contents, such as a brand new map that's entirely explorable, and filled with mini-games if players wanted a break from main game's contents. He also gives Pomni the option to "mute" the pain system of the game, but warns her that doing this ruins "immersion". Ofc, Pomni doesn't care lmfao)

Both the Agent!Gummigoo and Agent!Moon skins remain locked until Dance Rush!Pomni and Caine are "topped in their high score leaderboards" (via doing a no-hit S+rank run), respectively.

Both the Agents, once unlocked, give out specialized items that aid Pomni during the gameplay, as well as having new rounds of dialogues that are immensely different from their original souls-like counterparts.

Caine never got to work on the others beyond Jax since if this was canon, this event would take place around Pomni's late game.

It's unlikely that this'll be a one-post event, so once I recover from my flu I'll be making more DRxSL content.