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yestrnight · 1 year

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how much do I have to pay for svarog sex 😊

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ DILF ROBOT FUCKERZ !

FROM: svarog / afab! reader

SUBJECT: the underground of belobog is a cruel, dark place where it's a competition of the fittest. sweet, little clara is lucky to have svarog as her guardian, but you're even luckier to be able to... heh, get to know him ;)

MESSAGE: nothing to pay but ur dignity babygurl 🥴

( uh me and my doujinshi writing ass at it again; reader is a SL— /svarog counterattack/; overstimulation; robot fucking… duh; svarog is treated as an oversized vibrator cuz that is what he is!!! )

you're not exactly sure when clara pulled you into her little family dynamic with svarog— the svarog, leader of the vagrants, protector of the underworld, and for the longest time, the barrier between upper and lower belobog. sure, you liked telling her the children's stories you've read from natasha's bookshelves, and accompanying her around as her personal bodyguard while she looked through scraps to find supplies for the vagrants.

but you feel like, even as clara tugs you by the sleeve, that stepping foot into the svarog's lair is a biiit too much.

your cold sweat and pale face as the large, rickety gates swing open for clara (and you) says all that needed to be said. your stiff body follows clara as she pulls you inside. "um, clara…" you start, your shaky voice betraying any kind of macho you try to summon. "i don't think this is a good idea… i'm from wildfire, you know? svarog and our relationship is a bit… y'know."

clara's a smart kid. of course she knows. but she looks up at you, as innocent and hopeful as she can be, and pleads with you. "it's okay!" she says. "i've told mr. svarog all about you before! in fact, he's the one who told me to invite you, just so he can properly thank you!"

"h-he did?!" is all you could yelp before she and her traffic light perkins whisked you away to their home.

a few moments later, you're face to face with the big bad robot himself, his lone red eye peering down at you seven foot above. you gulp, clenching onto clara's soft hand for support. "h-hello, sir svarog…" your voice cracks. "nice to meet you…?"

"my data says that meetings between parents and their children's educators are common between human life forms," his deep and rusty voicebank echoes throughout the room. "a parent-teacher conference, they call it."

you shrink further into your uniform. "um… i'm not really her teacher…" your voice is so small even you yourself can barely hear it.

"that is obvious," he states. "according to your data, you lack the qualifications for being a professional educator. nevertheless, you've taught clara a great many things. she is… happy, whenever she talks about you. i hope you continue to spend time with her."

"i told you!" clara leaps up with joy and clings to your arm. her smile is so great that it gives you a literal heartache as it squeezes from how cute she is. "mr. svarog likes you!"

you swear svarog's eye glints, and you double swear his gaze is directed at the red bandanna wrapped around your arm. you'd give him the staredown too, if you were brave enough, that is. after all, what kind of robot needed pants anyway?

that robot needed pants because he needed to hide the luggage he was packing underneath. because if he had that out in the open, you swear any of your cowardice would have evaporated and you'd climb that big hunk of metal like a tree just to get that branch inside of you.

AHEM! what you meant to say was… oh, whatever, no use saving the very little dignity you have left.

the first time you drool over him is when he protects you from the cold. it was a wildfire expedition gone wrong and you underestimated a rogue robot, and the vagrant camp was so unfriendly without clara around. frostbite made you delirious, so any sort of fear vanished when you yelled through the rusty gates for some sort of savior.

only when the world begins to go dark do you feel a giant metal hand cup your back, and your feet swing in the air. when you finally come to, it's by the crackling fireplace. the world is still blurry when you sit up and see svarog’s hulking body looming over you. in other circumstances, you might have run away as soon as you can, but the near frostbite has made you delirious, and… well, svarog’s looking too sexy for a piece of scrap metal.

“ngh, ah ♡~” svarog’s one metal hand is large enough to encompass your whole lower body. he cups it as gently as a warforged robot can, and he bullies your throbbing clit with his finger while you’re left shaking under him. his red eye glints as he observes your expressions– drooling and eyes rolled back, a happy grin on your face as you rub back against his finger. “m– more~ more please!” his cupped hand bounces you up and down, and you squeal in delight as it heightens the stimulations even further.

“y– you can vibrate, right?” you gasp when svarog rubs your clit juuust right, and you pleadingly look up at him with tears in your eyes. “th– that makes sense… robots all– ngh! r-right there, please– vibrate, don’t they? jus’ comes with the machines ‘n all that, hehe~”

you’re quite the talkative one, aren’t you? svarog isn’t exactly used to this, given that all the architects and elites he served in the past were so quiet and distant while they used him. “what exactly are you insinuating, [your name]?”

“oh, come on!” you pout frustratedly. “v-vibrate for me, will ya? i need more! this isn’t cutting it for me anymore– a-aaH ♡ yes yesyesyesyesyes! right there, oh my gosh, right there!!”

his data tells him that you’re at the height of ecstasy as he watches you arch your back and kick your feet. your fucked out laughs as you continue to beg for more is the sign that tells him that he’s doing a good job, and putting one and one together, he increases the vibration setting and you devolve into orgasmic screams.

“ah ♡ ah ♡! ahhh ♡♡ wh-what the fuck, svaroggg!!! ♡” the vibration on your poor, swollen clit is too much as he continues to rock you up and down while pressing the vibrating finger down. “i– i never told you to– ahh ♡– increase ittttt!”

“is this not necessary?” svarog questions. he’s so used to cold and unflinching ‘clients’ that he’s not exactly sure what to do with a human as expressive and loud as you. “records tell me that further simulation will bring you to what humans call an ‘orgasm.’”

“i’m, nggh, i’ve already orgasmed, you idiot!” you sob as you flail your legs, squirming and kicking as if that will loosen his grasp on you. “oh, ooooh~ t-too much!”

ah. so this is an orgasm. while this does not fit the algorithmic standards for the measurement of beauty, svarog surmises that this is ‘beautiful’ to him. it’s his reward for a job well-done, as all worthy leaders give to their soldiers. “apologies, [your name], but i fear that my past experiences have not given me sufficient data on what constitutes an ‘orgasm.’ clara adores you very much, and i do not wish to strain you at the expense of her anxiety. so, if you would allow it��”

something pushes at the tip of your hole, and you widen your eyes when you look and discover that he’s slowly bullying his way into you. you grip his metal arms for safety and stare at him with wide eyes.

“if all goes according to plan, you should have nothing to worry about.” you don’t know how to feel comforted when he says it in that apathetic-sounding (yet super hot) voice of his. “human orifices can be trained to take in objects larger than them– i should have you sitting on my… cock, as they call it, at the end of the day.”

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #svarog smut #hsr smut #svarog x reader #svarog #nite.writes

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mackjlee9 · 1 year

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okay so i got another idea with leon 🥴 totally up to you if you're interedted in writing it

i was thinking of something like reader being Leon's bisexual awakening since he was recruted by the government but he has never liked another man before so he literally was kinda clueless until Claire was like "sir the demons you're fighting is bisexuality" and everything inside Leon clicked cuz for YEARS man has been wondering "mhm why do i get this horrendous feeling when some atractive dude is talking to him and why I kinda wanna kiss him?" Until after the infinite darkness shit happens and reader finally asks Leon out and they finally smooch lmao. (I kinda see claire being the one setting them together bc seeing how oblivious both are is annoying.)

This ended up... A little different 😅

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Fluff]

All the timelines in this one shot; after re2, before re4 (+mention of the mission), re:degeneration & re:infinite darkness.

Masterlist.

Resident Evil

Well, that's strange.

Leon just ignored the weird sensation he felt when his eyes landed on (M/n). This was the first time he had seen the man in person after being recruited to work for the U.S Government, however, he had heard a lot about him and he already looked up to him and admired him, of course, he never said that, especially after seeing how some reacted to being called "hero" and such, so he kept his admiration for himself.

(M/n) was known around for working close to the President, for getting his job done quickly and efficiently, and for deciding to stay alone everywhere he went.

With the few people Leon had talked to, that had known (M/n) for longer, they had told him how the (h/c) haired male had remained working without a partner for years, after his entire unit was wiped out when he had barely gotten started as an agent.

For years, Leon has spent every day of his life feeling like he was invisible to (M/n) since he was mostly focused on his task at hand or gone on a mission, but there was the occasional glance at him that would make him flinch and smile, or the rare moments where (M/n) would smile at him and Leon just couldn't hold back the bright smile growing on his face, looking down as his face heat up.

He's so handsome... I wanna kiss-

"Kennedy!" He was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard his name being called, one of his the President's agents was beckoning him to follow which he did, the stoic expression returning to his face, "Come on."

Just then Leon realized he was being taken to the President's office and he wondered what the reason could be. Did he do something wrong? Was he gonna get fired? Or... Terminated?

He was having a full panic attack in his brain but remained with an expressionless face as always, taking quiet steps into the office.

"I brought him over, sir," the President, Adam Graham, who was standing looking out the window, turned around to look at Leon. He signaled the couch for him to sit as he walked over too, sitting across from the blond.

"I have a mission for you, Leon."

Turns out, his daughter Ashley had been kidnapped when she was coming home from her college in Massachusetts and he was the agent assigned to rescue her. Leon itched to ask why him specifically when (M/n) was basically the best agent, and Adam smiled as he held back a chuckle, enjoying the confusion on Leon's face.

"Agent (L/n) was the one that recommended me to give you this mission, he has other stuff to do and apologized for not being able to do it himself, but he said he trusts your abilities," he stood up and extended his hand at Leon, "and so do I."

Leon felt his body getting warmer and he stood up, holding the President's hand with a firm grip, determination shining in his blue eyes.

"I will bring her back safe, sir."

//////

It was only a couple of days later when Leon arrives back home, and observes how Ashley runs straight to her father's arms, crying after everything they had gone through in Spain.

Leon sighs at the sight and rolls his right shoulder, feeling the tense muscles twitching slightly after all the stress he was put through... And now he had to do the paperwork, so annoying... I just want a beer, dinner, and fucking sleep for a month.

While he was debating whether he should silently leave or wait, a hand was placed on his shoulder, its warmth seeping through his shirt.

"Well done, Leon," it was (M/n). Leon turned to look at him, lips parting slightly and cheeks heating up at the sight of (M/n)'s gentle smile.

"I, uh... Thank you, sir," he stuttered for a moment before regaining his composure, talking with a serious tone, and he saw how (M/n)'s nose crinkled.

"There's no need to call me sir, just (M/n) is fine," Leon lets out a deep sigh when he hears the sound of (M/n)'s laugh. And again, he couldn't help but think how attractive the man was.

Leon was so confused and felt strange at these thoughts he kept having- that he always sort of had but were much more often and intense than in previous years, and he wondered why it happened, he just assumed it was the fact that he looked up to (M/n) and thought he was an impressive and very skilled agent, that he did, he really did, but there was something else there.

In the following months (M/n) and he had gotten quite close, and had been assigned partner on many missions.

And now, standing outside the airport and out of hearing range, observing with a confused frown how the woman he called friend was laughing at him.

"Can you not laugh at me, Claire? I'm being serious," the red-haired woman wiped the tears gathering in her eyes and stared into Leon's eyes, releasing muffled chuckles before she could articulate her sentence, "Claire."

Leon was about to leave as he felt like one of the few persons he could trust was making fun of him, but she held his arm as he apologized.

"Sorry, sorry, it's just..." Her smile widened, a painful glint shining in her eyes, "That thing you're feeling is called... Attraction, Leon, you feel attracted to (M/n), even if you're both guys," Leon's frown deepened, crossing his arms over his chest, more confused than before.

"But I'm not gay," Claire looked at him as if he was dumb, which well... He kind of was, but anyway-!

"I'm not saying you're gay, Leon," she placed her hand on his shoulder, "Do you feel attraction toward women?" The blond nodded, fully convinced of this fact and Claire chuckled again, "Do you feel attraction toward men?"

Now it took Leon a while longer to answer, blinking repeatedly every few seconds, searching in his memories if he had ever felt attracted toward a man, other than (M/n), and well... Yeah, he kind of did.

"I think so..." He mumbled, and Claire made eye contact with him.

"That's called bisexuality, Leon, and there's nothing wrong with that," while Claire turned around and started walking away, she glanced over her shoulder and winked at Leon, "Go ask him out, I'm sure he won't reject you anyway."

//////

The only wrong thing was realizing and coming to terms with that for Leon. Even more so because he has found himself staring for longer periods of time at (M/n)'s eyes, lips, neck, chest... His whole body was making him react like a horny teenager and well, he couldn't say he hated it, but he didn't want it to happen as often as it did, especially at work.

Leon just had to live with the knowledge of being bisexual... Which was proving to be harder than he had initially assumed. Feeling internally conflicted whenever he saw (M/n) working out and covered in sweat, or when they both walked into the bathroom to take a shower. Poor Leon, he was down bad and... Kind of horny too.

But now, after being done with a mission in Pittsburgh involving bioterrorism, they were both getting in the helicopter that had come to pick them up after being called on an important reunion with the President, wanting them to arrive as soon as possible.

The ride was pretty much silent, but there was a moment when his mind had started wandering around, the gruesome images they had seen back there flashing in his mind, making him sick to his stomach, and he knew Leon was thinking and feeling the same way with how quiet he was.

Looking at him, (M/n) saw Leon's hand laying still on his lap and he reached over to hold it, effectively catching him off-guard. Leon looked down at their hands before looking up at (M/n), who showed him a reassuring smile while squeezing his hand, telling him a silent 'I'm here'. Leon felt glad at the gesture and wordless reassurance, smiling back at (M/n) and squeezing his hand too.

He could feel how his heartbeat sped up, his stomach getting all tingly, and his face heating up with a blush. (M/n) saw Leon's whole body relax as he took a deep breath, turning to stare out the window again.

The pilot wanted to say something but soon realized he was gonna ruin some sort of moment so he remained quiet, only talking when he was approaching the heliport and required confirmation for landing.

//////

(M/n) almost didn't want to stay locked there until they came back, but the President had asked him to and he couldn't refuse an order from the man, so he did as told.

"Careful out there, Lee," Leon nodded and started running after Jason and Shen May, something wasn't right, but he didn't have the time to think about it, he had to enter the bunker and protect the President- everyone present if needed.

During the whole duration of this mission, (M/n) only craved one thing, being with Leon, and now, as they flew in the President's private jet to Penamstan he couldn't stop thinking about seeing and being with him. Leon hasn't communicated with him yet and even though he tried not to, he was worried, definitely worried about him despite knowing his abilities.

(M/n) followed the President and stood in the crowd, deciding on playing the part of a security guard. He observed Patrick stop Adam before he reached the podium and he told him something, before he resumed his way and stood there, speaking into the microphones. He was not too sure of what Adam had said, and couldn't pay much attention when, right as the President finished his speech, his phone rang in his pocket, taking it out and reading the message that showed on the screen.

"You wanna grab some dinner and a few beers back home?" (M/n) didn't find it in himself to feel mad at Leon when he was being this adorable without realizing it.

"Sure, but I expect an explanation, Kennedy," Leon saw the message pop up and he smiled at it, chuckling to himself and blushing as he walked away and into the elevator, completely oblivious to Claire's sweet smile.

Contacting Patrick briefly, Leon made his way toward them, nodding to the curly-haired male as a greeting, smiling and waving at (M/n) when he saw him walking toward them.

Standing there while they waited, Leon proceeded to explain to them what had happened, besides the brief explanation he had given to Patrick. Hearing everything made (M/n) really mad at himself for not excusing himself before running after Leon to help, he knew he wasn't a damsel in distress but... The thought that something could've happened to Leon and he wouldn't have known...

It was painful. And he realized that... He couldn't keep holding back his feelings for him anymore.

The three of them watched how the President left, and now they had to sort stuff out there, go to the U.S embassy and such, but now, with Patrick saying a quick bye, (M/n) and Leon have been left alone, staring at the sunset.

It was beautiful truly, but (M/n) would rather miss it just to stare at something beyond beautiful, something angelic and close to perfection.

His eyes were only looking at Leon, observing how pretty his blue eyes looked reflecting the warm colors of the sun, and he finally found it in himself to talk.

"A hero, eh?" Leon turned to look at him and (M/n) swears he saw him blushing before he glanced away with a chuckle.

"Is everyone gonna call me a hero now then?" (M/n) only smiled in response, and soon the silence continued, but neither of them minded, silences were always comfortable when they were together.

But there was still this nag in the back of (M/n)'s mind, thinking how everything could've gone to shit, and he needed Leon.

"Leon..." He heard (M/n) whispering his name and he turned to look at him, frowning when he realized the conflict obvious on his face, "Just... Hit me if you don't like it, okay?"

Before Leon had time to process his question, he saw (M/n) getting closer and closer, finally pressing their lips together. Leon was left wide-eyed, but a moan left his mouth at the feeling of (M/n)'s lips on his, lifting his arms and wrapping them around the (h/c) haired's neck, kissing him harder and a little bit rougher.

"I could never hit you," was the first thing Leon said when he pulled back, laughing a bit, "And you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he mumbled against (M/n)'s lips before kissing him again, their lips moving together in a slow pace, wide smiles plastered on their faces.

(M/n)'s hands placed themselves on Leon's hips, and pulled back again, pressing their forehead together.

"Exactly... How long, hm?" Leon chuckled feeling rather shy at the question, but rather more at the answer.

"About a year ago, when... I realized you were my bisexual awakening," (M/n) bit his lip and held in his chuckles.

"Well," he pulled Leon closer to his body, opening his eyes and leaning closer to Leon's ear, "I'll hope I can awaken more things in you, darling."

#leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x reader #re x male reader #re x reader #resident evil leon #infinite darkness leon #id!leon kennedy #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #male reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff #.mackjlee9 writes

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hotchs-big-hands · 1 year

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all i could think about while looking at this is being undercover with aaron and using this opportunity (and liquid courage) to grab his hand and show him where you want it and how you really feel about him and he kinda doesn't believe that someone as amazing as you would fall for someone like him (i want to hug him so bad!!!) so he brushes it off as you being a little tipsy and chooses to discuss it with you after the case is closed. when you get back to the hotel room THAT YOU'RE SHARING!!! he's like "what the hell was that? 🤨" and you confess your feelings to him and he's still being his stubborn self not believing a word you say 🙄 so you push him on the bed and straddle him, one hand gripping your hip and the other gripping your thigh 🥴 everything is quiet and you could cut the tension with a knife when he finally flips you over and asks you if you really want this

IM SO SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG AND CRAZY AND MY MIND JUST WONT STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM 😭😭😭

OMGGG YOUR MIND IS SO INCREDIBLE 😭😭😭😭😭

G O D this poor man doesn't know what to do with himself !! The second you take his hand and slip it between your thighs, brushing against your panties his brain is about to shut down. You; beautiful, funny, cute, talented, sweet you are holding his hand against your clothed slit. And he can feel just how hot you are right now... is this for the undercover op? Is it because you've had some alcohol? Are you for some reason actually into him? He doesn't know what to think! So when the opportunity to make a move comes around he takes it, pulling his hand from between your plush thighs. (He's a fucking perrrv thinking to himself *don't bring your fingers to your nose. Do not do it* over and over 🫣)

And when you're back in the shared hotel room his arms are folded across his chest, head tilted slightly as he asks you what the meaning of it was. And you, sensual you, saunters over to him to profess your feelings for him. And his brows rise up KSKSKS he is in disbelief. And so his arms drop and he steps back, a step closer to the bed.

"(Y/n), I don't see why you'd be interested in your-"

He cannot finish his words, not when you lunge at him and pin him below you, straddling his hips and gazing down at him. One or your hands rests on his beating heart and the other is on his lower stomach, steadying yourself. Automatically, his own hands grasp your hip and thigh but his expression is all the more surprised. You bite your lip as you slowly roll your hips against him.

"You really haven't noticed? I've been trying to get your attention for a reaaal long time, sir." You murmur.

Aaron doesn't respond, and for a moment you think you've fucked up big time, about to lose your job. But as you make a move to pull away and apologise he moves, gripping onto you and manhandling you to lay beneath him, chest rising and falling against yours. His eyes are dark and narrowed, dangerous.

"You're certain you really want this? Want me?" He asks quietly. You nod, offering an affectionate smile.

"I've always needed you, Aaron."

In response he presses his lips to yours, pulling your thighs up to wrap your legs around his hips. He's gonna show you just how much he's been needing you too...

#cute rems #aaron hotchner x reader #💌 ah asks #hotch x reader smut #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader smut #aaron hotchner imagine

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sev-on-kamino · 1 year

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Ok for the kiss prompt, I humbly request:

1. hesitant kisses, but when they part one whispers "do it again. please."

…With Commander Fox because I’m leaping into the Fox Den head-first 🥴

PS you’re the bee’s knees

Excuse me, but it is you who are the bee’s knees 💙💙 Thank you so much for sending this in!!! @wings-and-beskar

Welcome to the Fox Den, we have caf, and a commander who thoroughly needs kisses and affection, so here we go!

Kiss Prompts - Commander Fox

warnings: lil make out sesh, and you can determine where that leads 😏 as always MINORS DNI

Pairing: Fox x fem!reader (medic!!!)

These prompts are my foray into writing short things effectively, and I failed immediately 😅

word count: somewhere around 1k~ maybe

Interactions with Commander Fox were always a gamble. Either you’d catch him at the right time, and you’d get a pleasant, flirty experience. Or you’d catch him at the wrong time, and get a reticent, grump who made you want to scream.

The other medics shied away from dealing with Fox, so the task of any routine checkups always fell to you. You’d been curious why they didn’t want an excuse to chat up a handsome man, but once you met him, you realized why. He was no-nonsense, straight to the point, and highly intimidating.

He was no match for you though. You’d had no problem letting him know that he was not going to hinder your job with his attitude, and the two of you had fallen into a rhythm that worked. You didn’t drag him out of his office for exams, and he tried his best to keep the sarcasm and salt to a minimum.

“Hi, Commander Thorn,” you said with a bright smile, as you waited to be scanned in.

“Ah, perfect timing! He’s in one of his moods, so have fun, mesh’la,” He replied, as he cleared you to enter.

“Well, I brought good caf and some of those candies you said he likes, so maybe I’ll get lucky.”

Thorn began leading you to Fox’s office, more out of habit than anything else. You could get there blindfolded.

“Normally, I’d have to tell you bribery of an officer is a violation of code 263-8, but I’m willing to let it slide this time,” Thorn said opening Fox’s door without so much as a knock.

“How many kriffing times do I have to tell you to-“ Fox began before he looked up and spotted you. He rose quickly from his desk to stand at attention. “Oh, I apologize for my language. I wasn’t expecting you for another hour.”

“It’s ok, Commander. I hear worse. You wouldn’t believe the names I get called when I have to administer shots,” you said waving off his apology. “I apologize for being so early, but my first appointment finished faster than expected. I can wait, if you want.”

“No, no, now’s fine,” He said coming around his desk, and clearing a place for you to set down your pack.

“Have fun, you two,” Thorn said with a cheeky grin, as he left the pair of you alone.

“I, uh, brought you a cup of caf from one of the best stalls in town,” you said setting it on the desk alongside the package of sweets.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Fox replied, already sneaking a hand towards it.

You tapped his hand lightly. “Not before the exam, sir.”

“Right,” He said shaking his head. “How do you want me?”

Did he hear himself? Not that you were complaining. Flirty Fox was your favorite after all.

“Armor and the top half of the body glove off please.”

He complied, while you set up the things you’d need, and stole glances at him.

This is a medical examination, do not grope the commander! You thought, as you carefully placed your hands against his warm golden brown skin to begin your exam.

“Your shoulders are still too tight. I’m going to drink that caf myself,” you threatened.

“I did try the breathing exercises you suggested,” he countered.

“Really?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head with a light smirk.

“You’re my worst patient. I do house calls for you, and this is how you repay me?”

“How else should I repay you?” He asked, as you stepped in front of him to check his vitals.

“Following my instructions would be an amazing start.”

“Not happening. Anything else?”

You looked up at him, irritated and fascinated all at the same time. He was so close, you could see the fire in his amber eyes.

“Not anything within regulation,” you said, your eyes flicking to his lips before meeting his gaze again.

His eyes widened a moment, pupils slowly dilating, as if he just realized how close you were, yet he made no moves to put distance between the two of you. His tongue darted out to wet his lips.

“How far outside of regulation are we talking?” He asked quietly.

“Just this far,” you replied, slowly moving closer, telegraphing your intentions to give him plenty of time to stop you.

Your lips brushed his softly, hesitantly before pressing closer. You felt a strong arm loop tightly around your waist pulling you flush against his bare torso. The heat of him warming you through your uniform.

Your tongue swiped gently over his bottom lip. A question. Can I taste you?

His lips parted in answer, and you slowly licked into his mouth, humming with pleasure. Realizing exactly how far you’d gone, you broke the kiss and looked up at him, swallowing hard, your face burning.

“Commander, I’m so sorry for doing that I-,” you murmured.

He cupped the back of your head, and whispered against your lips, “Do it again. Please.”

“Yes, sir,” you replied, eyes fluttering closed, as you took his lips again, melting against him. The sounds of soft kisses, and pure indulgent pleasure filled the air, as the two of you mapped out each other’s mouths, learned each other’s tastes, and gently explored each other’s bodies.

The caf, candy, and exam were all forgotten. You’d definitely have to half-ass this report whenever you could manage to think about anything other than Fox.

***

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#so this was supposed to be like waaaaaaaayyyyyy shorter #I apologize and I hope you love it #seven writes #seven answers #kiss prompts #tcw commander fox #tcw commander fox x reader #reader insert #tcw fox #tcw fox x reader

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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fuck me, sir

pairing: bang chan x fem reader

genre: smut – MDNI

synopsis: you and chan have a very special relationship

warnings: boss chan, assistant reader, smut, unprotected sex, penetration, pet names (pup, doll), fingering, clit play, breeding kink, domination, dirty talk, explicate language, nipple play, sex in a work place, gambling addiction, alcohol consumption, squirting, creampie, toys (vibrator), spanking, choking, possessiveness – if i missed any, lmk!

words: 5.3k

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"Here you are, sir. The documents you requested for as well as your coffee and lunch." You placed each item down on the desk as you spoke, turning the file of documents to face your boss.

Your boss looked up at you as you took a step back, hands clasped together in front of you.

"Anything else I can do for you?"

He shook his head, waving his hand to dismissing you. You bowed politely, returning back to your desk.

you got to work on replying to important emails, your perfectly manicured nails tapping against the keys. numerous emails were sent to many different people, with the occasional trash emails.

You worked in the cities biggest corporation known as - Bang Corp. Bang Chan, your boss, is the head after he inherited it from his father. The company has been in Chan's family for years so it was only natural for it to be passed down to him.

You have been working as his assistant for one year. Your job required you to make phone calls, emails, inform Chan of his schedules, bring him his daily coffee and lunch. Your assistant life reminded you of the movie: The devil wears Prada, except you handled money and not fashion.

A year ago, you was desperate for a job. Your father was in a lot of debt from his gambling addiction. Your father lost a lot of things in his life due to his addiction. He gambled away his wage and when that was all gone - the savings were next.

He soon became jobless because he stole money from his job he worked at to fund his addiction. Your mother soon got tired of him and left. Not only had he gambled away the family funds, but he also stole from his own family to fund his stupid addiction

His addiction soon spiralled out of control. He would bet on horses, sit in front of the slot machines till 4am, even spend money on scratch cards and lottery tickets. Your father his rock bottom when he began to take out loans to fund his habit.

Normally, when taking out loans, they like to do background checks to see if you're able to repay it back, but your father found loopholes. He would request loans from sketchy websites and people that didn't do these types of checks.

Soon, your father was in a huge amount of debt. One that he couldn't pay off. Shortly after, he suddenly became unwell and took a turn for the worse. You love your father, he is family after all, but seeing his life be wasted away in front of slot machines, made you hate gambling as well as pity him.

You thought that it was all over, but it was far from over. Soon, people were knocking at your door requesting money. You was confused, until one of them said they were the people that your father loaned money off

Your father's loan became yours. You pitted him even more.

With a loan above your head and no job, you needed a good paying job fast. Normally, you would have done anything, but considering the loan and wanting it to be gone as fast as possible - you had to be picky.

That's when you found an advertisement for Bang Corp. They were looking for an assistant. You applied, had an interview and got the job. Bang Chan wasn't the one who interviewed you and decided you was the best fit, so you was yet to meet him

After a few months of working, you finally met him. You were intimidated by him, a man who held so much power in his walk, a man who knew his stuff was an intimidating man to you. But, he was also your type of man.

A man who knew what he wanted with a good head on his shoulders is an attractive man. Not only is he smart but attractive. His black hair, slicked back. Glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. A work suit with a white or black button-up shirt would be his choice of clothing for the work days.

You rarely spoke, just a simple hello or a nod of acknowledgement when he passed by. If he needed something, he would let you know but it was very brief. He is a busy man after all.

You got close to him when you was invited to a dinner meeting with Bang Chan. Of course, Chan was the one who was invited but it required a plus one and you being his assistant meant that you automatically got invited.

You dressed in your best dress, hair and makeup to perfection, even choosing to wear your best jewellery and perfume. Chan picked you up at your home, impressed that you managed to match his own attire. You thanked him for his compliment, feeling shy as you blushed lightly.

The dinner meeting was boring. Talks about this and that. You were only there for the free food and alcohol, which was also bad. The expansive life isn't for you.

After what felt like hours of a long, dull night, you and Chan called it an evening. Saying your polite goodbyes, you headed to Chan's car. He drove you back home and you offered him to come inside and have a coffee.

He accepted. Soon, you were both laughing at this and that over cups of coffee and biscuits. He was a completely different man that day. You're so use to him being formal and strict, yet there he was, making jokes and gossiping about work. "I can be myself when I'm around you, I like it."

It soon became a habit of Chan's to stop by your place and relax. You didn't mind, in fact, you loved having the extra company. Everything was going so well for you.

Until that night.

Chan arrived at your apartment at the usual time for his usual routine of gossiping. He plopped on the sofa, unbuttoning a few of his buttons revealing some of his chest. He looked stressed, his hair in it's unusual messy state from having his hands in it constantly, the knot in between his furrowed brows.

You offered him his usual coffee which he denied. "Bring me a whiskey instead, please." With Chan drinking, you thought you would do the same, pouring yourself a glass of wine before sitting next to Chan and listening to his troubles.

Before you knew it, Chan was in-between your legs. His tongue flicking your sensitive bud as his large hands kneaded the soft flesh of your breasts. Your clothes discarded in a pile on the floor whilst Chan was still in his work pants.

Whimpers left your lips as he inserted two fingers knuckle deep inside you. Your slick coating his fingers as he thrusted them at a steady pace. His fingers curled, hitting your sweet spot as your velvety walls clamped and squeezed around him.

His skilful tongue flicking your sensitive bud, occasionally licking and nibbling softly. Your bodies slick with sweat, pants and moans leaving your lips.

you felt yourself getting impatient. You wanted Chan and you wanted him now. Chan wanted to make sure you was well prepared, you made it known that you hadn't had any sexual activity in a while so Chan didn't want to hurt you.

It's sweet of him but you were getting impatient the longer time went on.

Chan, too, also felt impatient. Once he was confident enough that you was prepared, he stood, pulling the zip down from his pants and pulling his cock out through the hole.

He grabbed your legs, pulling you closer. He teased your entrance before slowly pushing himself inside to the brim. You was full of Chan and you loved it. His thrusts were powerful and fast. The way the sweat on his body reflected the light made you more excited.

His eyes closed as he thrusted, grunts leaving his lips. Soon, you both came together. After getting washed up and changed, you fell asleep, Chan staying the night with you.

Since then, your relationship has changed.

(Y/N)!" Chan's voice boomed throughout the building. You stood up from your desk, soothing down your pencil skirt before walking to the door.

You knocked and walked inside slowly. Chan, who was sitting at his desk dressed in his usual attire but with a black button up shirt instead, looked up at you and smirked.

You stood in front of his desk, hands clasped together as you looked at him. Chan stood and walked to the tall windows that were next to the office door. He closed the blinds before returning back to you.

He stood behind you, his height towering over you. Your heart rate sped up as he leaned in, his lips ghosting your ear as his fingers travelled up and down your arms, goosebumps leaving in his wake.

"Have you been a good girl and done as I asked?" He whispered. You whimpered, nodding slowly.

Chan chuckled softly, taking his phone out of his pocket. "Do I believe you though" his voice turning into a low growl, sending shivers down your spine.

He pressed his chest flush against your back, his phone coming into your view. You looked down at the screen which showed an app. You pressed your lips together, Chan increasing the vibrations with a swipe of his thumb.

Your knees buckled underneath you, moans leaving your lips as the vibrator you put inside yourself early under Chan's instructions- vibrated against your soft, wet walls.

Chan was quick to hold you up, smirking at your reaction. You hung your head low, your hands turning into fists as moans left your lips continually. Your underwear was unconformably sticky and wet. Chan gave you strict instructions to not take out the vibrator, no matter what.

He had been teasing you all day, increasing and decreasing the vibrations. He would do it at times where he would gain a reaction from you. Talking to a work colleague, on the phone, having lunch - these times he would increase the vibrations catching you off guard, earning himself a glare from you as well as a whimper.

"Such a good girl." He whispered down your ear, decreasing the vibrations. Your breathing laboured. You closed your eyes, Chan's tongue licking the shell of your ear slowly.

"Good girls deserve rewards." His hands slipped under your work shirt, cupping your breasts over your bra. you leant against Chan, his hands kneading the flesh.

"Chan.." you whispered. Chan hummed against the skin on your neck, his plump lips planting delicate kisses along your shoulder blade.

His nimble fingers dipped under your bra, finding your stiffened nipple. Chan rolled the bud between his fingers, squeezing with enough pressure to make you whimper softly.

"Chan, we're at work." You whispered. Chan laughed before sucking on your skin, leaving purple bruises.

"Hasn't stopped us before, doll." you pressed your lips together in a thin line, closing your eyes as Chan continues to mark your neck and play with your sensitive nipple.

You leaned against Chan's chest for stability, saying 'fuck it' to the fact you're doing this at work. Chan hummed, nibbling your earlobe gently.

"That's a good girl. Let me take care of you." You nodded slowly, his free hand sliding up your leg. His hand disappeared underneath your skirt, rolling it up high as his hand went further up.

His fingers ghosting along your inner thigh, tickling the skin through your nylon tights. You waited, anticipating what he was, or wasn't, going to do.

"You're such a beautiful woman, (Y/N)" Chan murmured against your skin. You shook your head no, disagreeing with his statement. Chan pulled away from your neck, his hand removing itself from your breast.

He took your chin in his hand gently, turning it so you was looking at him. You whimpered as his eyes bore into your own, his aura dominating you, making you feel small and powerless.

God, you'd do anything for this man.

Your heart pounded against your rib cage. Chan brushed his thumb along your lower lip slowly whilst licking his own.

"You are beautiful. You always will be in my eyes, no matter how many times you deny it. I will also find you beautiful." He whispered, leaning in slowly.

Your cheeks tainted red at his words, eyes closing as he leant in. Your lips ghosted against each other, breathes hitting each others lips. You licked Chan's bottom lip slowly, earning a growl from his throat making you shiver.

"Chan, please."

"Please what?"

"Kiss me." You whimpered as his lips pressed firmly against your own. The kiss is hot, passionate and hungry. It started off at a steady rhythm before Chan got impatient and devoured your lips.

Teeth and tongues collided with each other. Saliva mixing together as you kissed one another hungrily. You whimpered into the kiss, Chan swallowing each moan and whimper that fell out of your mouth.

His hands got to work in opening up your work blouse, buttons popping open. the cold air hit your skin once it was fully opened and Chan lifted up your bra so it was resting above your breasts.

He cupped both breasts in his hands, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. You whimpered, clenching your thighs together as your nipples got hard from the sensations.

Chan took your sensitive buds in his fingers, rolling and pinching them with enough pressure to make you moan. By now, all your body weight had shifted onto Chan's chest. Your legs trembling beneath you, threatening to give up.

Chan pulled away, walking in front of you. You looked at him, watching him admire you. He stroked your neck gently where purple bruises were forming, smirking at his handy work.

"Now everyone knows you belong to someone."

"I'll always belong to you, Sir." You mewled. Chan shivered at your words, humming.

Chan grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. His head dipped down, capturing your nipple in his mouth. You softly moaned, hands reaching up and tangling your fingers in his neatly kept hair.

You tugged his hair at his scalp, earning a grunt against your nipple. The tip of his tongue circled around your bud, before licking and sucking. He blew on your wet nipple, the cold air making you shiver and goosebumps to rise on your skin

"Such a sensitive little pup." Chan smirked. He ghosted his lips from your nipple to your skin, sucking and biting the skin around your nipple creating more marks. He shifted to your other breast, giving it just as much love as the first.

He took a step back, your neck and breasts covered in purple bruises. Your cheeks pink, chest rising and eyes hooded as you look at Chan. Chan groaned at the sight of you, his own hand flying down to his hard cock, palming it through his work pants.

"Such a seductive sight. I love it." You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together. Chan raised an eyebrow at your actions, watching you.

"Chan, please." Chan sighed, walking towards you.

"Let's get one thing correct, pup. one, it's not Chan, it's sir to you. also, I know what you want." He grabbed your cheeks in his hands, squeezing them together gently. You whimpered as he leant in close to you, his voice low and seductive as he spoke.

"You want me to fuck you, isn't that right? fill your greedy hole with my cock. fill you to the brim with my seed. Is that what you want? Want me to breed you, like a dirty little slut?"

You shivered and nodded "Please sir, breed me. Fill my greedy hole with your cock and cum. I want you so badly."

"But pup, the vibrator. isn't it enough for you?" He cooed. You shook your head no the best you could.

"N-No! I need more! Something bigger, thicker. I need you! I don't feel satisfied, Sir." Chan scoffed, rolling his eyes at your desperate begs.

"I always knew you were such a greedy pup. I give and give and yet, you still beg for more." Chan bent you over his desk, your hands planted firmly on the wood.

You look over your shoulder, trying to see what Chan was planning. You felt his hands rolling up your skirt to your hips, his hand caressing the curve of your ass.

you turned your head, eyes focusing on the many documents that lay on Chan's desk. His hands squeezed the flesh of your ass, hums of content ringing in your ears. He suddenly grabbed your nylon tights, ripping them. The sound of the fabric ripping caused you to groan and look over your shoulder.

Chan was looking at your ass, licking his lips slowly. He smirked, locking eyes with you as he drew his hand back and slapped your ass, harsh. Your body jolted forward from the impact, the sting making your eyes water slightly.

Chan continued to slap your ass harshly, red handprints forming on your cheeks. You panted, the sting making it unbearable for you. You lowered your head, tears falling down your cheeks.

Pain turned to pleasure. Soft whimpers left your lips as your body jolted with each spank. Chan rubbed your tender flesh, before his hand collided with a loud slap. Tears fell onto his desk, grunts leaving Chan's lips. Chan walked to your side, lifting your head up. He hummed at the sight of you as your tears fell. He wiped away the fallen tears with the pad of his thumb as his free hand rubbed soft circles on your tender flesh.

"Good pup. You did so well." You hummed at his praises. At this point, your pussy is throbbing uncontrollable, your clit aching to be touched so bad that it hurts.

Your mind foggy, nothing but thoughts about Chan and what he would potentially do to you. It was crazy to you how all he has done is tease you all day, yet you would do anything for this man. The way your body reacts around him has told you that Chan has trained you well. Chan knew that and he thrived of it.

He felt smug. His ego ballooned when he saw how you would react around him when your fingers would touch when you hand him something, how you would blush when he was so close, you could feel his body head radiating onto you.

He's not a possessive nor a jealous person, but when it comes to you, it's like he's a different person. He hates how people can openly talk to you, make you laugh and have their hands all over you.

Their filthy hands tainting your precious skin, corrupting you like a disease. It's like he could see the tainted black marks spreading across your body from the many people that touch you.

The only person who should be able to corrupt you, is Chan. The only person who should have their hands on you, is Chan. Because you are Chan's, he owns you and you belong to him.

He hates having to share what is his.

Chan walked behind you again, pulling your soaked panties to the side. Your juices coated your pussy and inner thighs. You whimpered at the cold air hitting your cunt, shivering slightly. Your soaked cunt visibly pulsating, contracting around the vibrator. Chan watched, groaning in satisfaction. He licked his lips, hand palming his now painful erection.

"You're this soaked, all because of a toy, huh?" You shook your head, causing Chan to raise a brow. "No?" He questioned.

"It's not all because of the toy, Sir. It's b-because of you i'm like this." You panted.

"But, I didn't do anything." Chan spoke. His long, index finger running up and down your soaked slit. You hummed at the contact as Chan's finger instantly got soaked. You wiggled your hips, silently begging for more.

"You teased me." you whispered.

"What did I do, pup. Go one, tell me what I've done to make you this needy." You swallowed, head hung low. You lifted your head up slowly, feeling Chan widening your entrance with two fingers to get a good glimpse.

"Y-You kissed me. Marked me and played with my tits. You've been teasing me all day with the vibrator, increasing the vibrations." You spun your head around to look at Chan over your shoulder, his expression showing that he is pleased with himself.

"You made me like this, sir. You made me this needy and desperate! You know how I am when I'm around you now, how quickly I melt into the palm of your hand. Take responsibility, Chan!"

A groan and a sudden slap to your ass caused you to yelp in surprise, your body jolting forward.

"I told you pup, it's Sir."

"S-Sorry sir." You whimpered, tears falling down your cheeks. Chan grabbed your hips, bringing them closer to him. He placed a finger on your clit, applying enough pressure to make you moan as he circled the sensitive bud.

Your thighs trembled, hips rutting in the palm of Chan's hand, soaking it in your juices. Chan tutted at your actions, squeezing your tender ass cheek. Chan pressed his erection against your ass, his chest pressed against your back as he leant over you.

"Look at you. Look at you rutting against the palm of my hand, soaking it in your juices. You're so needy, pup." He leaned in close to your ear, before whispering "I love it."

You moaned at his words, squeezing your eyes shut. Chan's finger left your aching clit and travelled down your slit to your soaked entrance. He took the vibrator out, throwing it on the floor beside him.

You whined at the sudden loss, feeling empty. Chan took the time to soak in your moans, your posture and your actions. He watched your hips moving on their own accord, your thighs trembled as your cunt pulsates and clench around nothing.

Your work blouse falling off your shoulder, your tights ripped with your skirt just above your waist. If it wasn't for you both being at work, Chan would have his way with you all day, providing you with intense orgasms and pleasure until you're begging him to stop.

"Sir, please. Please touch me. Please do something." You cried out.

"Hush little one. Don't be so impatient now." Chan cooed. You rolled your eyes at his words, feeling nothing but impatient at this point.

Chan slipped to fingers with ease inside you, stopping until he was knuckle deep. His fingers curled as he thrusted them slowly, picking up the pace once he felt how wet and soft your walls are. He thrusted his fingers fast, rubbing against your velvety walls and instantly hitting your sweet spot, making you see stars.

He held your hips firmly, stopping you from falling to the floor. You cried out his name with each thrust of his fingers, sweat coating your skin. Your walls tightened around his fingers, the knot forming in an instant due to the work the vibrator had been doing.

"Cum, I think I'm going-"

"Cum then. Cum around my fingers, pup." You squeezed your thighs together, your walls getting tighter and tighter around Chan's fingers, making it difficult for him to move. You cried out his name as the knot snapped in the pit of your stomach, your walls contacting around his fingers as you came.

Your juices fell down Chan's fingers and your thighs, falling on the floor beneath you as well as getting some on the front of Chan's desk. Chan hummed, watching your body convulsing.

He pulled his fingers out off you slowly, wiping them on his pants. Your body limp, chest pressed firmly against his desk as you panted. You took deep breaths to calm down as Chan kissed your neck softly, the salt from your sweat hitting his lips.

"Good pup. Now, it's time for the real thing. I hope you're ready for it, because I sure am." He growled.

Chan unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his boxers down enough for his cock to spring free from their restraints. he sighed in content, his angry cock stood proudly as his tip was red and leaking pre-cum.

You hummed at the sight, licking your lips and feeling yourself getting wetter. Chan unbuttoned his work shirt, leaving it open. His abs and chest exposed, his sweat reflecting off the light. You wanted to reach around and touch him, run your hands up and down that delicious body.

Chan held his cock at the base, walking closer to your soaked core. He tapped his cock against it a few times, teasingly rubbing and sliding it in and out a few times, earning a frustrated whine from you.

"Sir, Please!"

"Please what?" You sighed in frustration, reaching the end off your limit with this constant teasing.

"Fucking stick it in and fuck me, Chan!" You stomped your foot, your voice laced with annoyance.

Chan scoffed before grabbing your hips roughly and pushing his length inside until he was at the hilt. He began thrusting fast and powerful, not giving you time to adjust or comprehend what is happening.

Your eyes widen, head falling onto the wooden desk., the impact being softened by loose papers. Your body jolted forward with each powerful thrust.

"Let's get a few things straight, shall we pup seeing as you also like being a brat. Number one, don't demand or tell me what to do. I own you. You belong to me therefore, I demand and you do as you're told!" Chan grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling you up and flush against his body.

"Number two, you will behave like a good little slut. I have told you once before, my name isn't chan. It's sir. I'm only letting it go just this once because you have been a good little pup for me. Taking my cock so well in your greedy cunt. Disobey me again, and there will be punishment. Do I make myself clear?!"

You swallowed, his voice stern, low and dominating. It made you quiver, your core clench around Chan's cock. A grunt left his lips as he let go of your hair, your body falling back onto the desk.

Chans cock rubbed against your walls in the most delicious way possible. His hands gripped your hips tightly, marking them with red finger prints. He repositioned himself each time he re-entered you to hit your spot.

It didn't take him long to hit it, considering how well he knows your body – inside and out. You saw stars, silent moans leaving your lips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your ability to form words, disappeared. Chan grabbed your shoulder, pulling you up so your back was against his chest. He held you in position, his hand finding their way to your neck.

His fingers wrapped around your neck, squeezing the sides. You moaned as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. You couldn't help but notice how his veins were protruding along his arms, making you whimper. Chan licked the side of your neck, salt from your sweat coating his taste buds. He squeezed your neck harder as his thrusts were merciless.

"Good, so good. it's so good." You choked out.

"Is it good, pup?" You hummed "Do you like being fucked dumb like a little slut?"

You hummed again, earning a grunt of satisfaction from Chan

"Good girl." He whispered. Chan loosened his grip around your neck, keeping a loose grip around it. You closed your eyes, basking in the pleasure. Your body was hot and sweaty, your head empty of thoughts. You forgot where you was as you could only concentrate on the immense pleasure Chan was giving you.

Moans and grunts rang down your ear as Chan was slowly, but surely, losing his composure. His hips slapping against you skin. You started to feel a dull ache from the impact in your lower back, hips and thighs but you didn't care. You didn't want him to stop.

Your mouth hung loosely open in an 'O' shape, saliva pooling at the corners before spilling down your chin. Your throat sore and dry from the silent panting. You gripped onto Chan's wrist, nails digging into his flesh leaving crescent marks. Your hair sticking to your forehead, baby hairs sticking to the back of your neck. Chan's body radiating heat onto you, suffocating you.

Chan was losing it. With each thrust of his cock, your walls contacted and tightened around him. Your incoherent words and broken sentences ringing in his ears. Your juices threatening to spill out.

Chan loved this. He loved seeing you fucked dumb and taking him so well. It lite something deep with him, making him go feral. He never knew or thought he could behave or react like this, yet here he is, pounding into you like his life depended on it.

You both changed each other, made you realise things about yourself and explore things you both never knew you had. You both have a good chemistry, even when you're not fucking.

"Shit, (Y/N) you feel so good – too good infact." Chan grunted, his words strained. You hummed at his words, the knot in your stomach forming, fast.

"You fuck me so well Chan. I think I'm addicted to you."

"I'm addicted to you too, pup. The way you feel, the way you act, the way you talk and smell. You're my drug and I need a fill of you every second of everyday."

"You have me Chan. I'm all yours for the taking. Remember – you own me."

"That I do." Chan's hips faltering in speed, his movements becoming sloppy.

"Close, sir?" You opened your eyes, looking up at the sweaty yet gorgeous man above you. His neatly kept hair messy, sweat coating his forehead as beads of sweat rolled down his temples. He nodded, looking down at you and locking eyes.

"So close pup. I'm so fucking close." You hummed, licking your lips.

"Then cum. Full me up and breed me, Chan. I want every drop of your cum deep inside me. I want it to be spilling out off me."

Chan grunted at your words. His hips stopped moving as his body shook. He hung his head low, biting down on the valley that connects your neck and shoulder together.

You whimpered in pain as his teeth sunk into you, a string of groans leaving Chan as he emptied himself inside you, coating your walls white. You hummed at the feeling. Chan smirked against your skin, pushing you back down on the desk.

Your eyes widened as he resumed his powerful and fast thrusts. "C-Chan"

"Shh pup. You haven't came yet. Let me help you." You rested on your forearms, biting your own skin as you whimpered and moaned. The knot tightened with each thrust and before you had the chance to warn Chan, your orgasm hit you – hard.

Your body trembled, stars appearing in your prereferral, juices spilling out off you and onto the floor, desk and over Chan's cock. Your knees buckled under you and before Chan could catch you – you fell to the floor in a sweaty, tired and panting mess.

Your head hung low as you struggled to regain your composure. You felt Chan's cum trickling out off you slowly, making you shiver. Chan knelt beside you, holding some tissue. He lifted your chin up gently, moving your hair away from your face as he wiped away any tears and saliva on your face.

"You did good, doll." He softly spoke. You nodded slowly, your body feeling tired and sore.

"Are you okay?" his voice laced with concern as his eyes searched for any signs of discomfort on your features.

"I'm okay, Chan. I'm just really tired and sore." Chan laughed softly, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"How about we take the rest of the day off? I'll take you back to mine and we can have a long, hot soak in the bath, cuddle and order something to eat. tteokbokki sound good?"

You hummed, your stomach grumbling at the sound of tteokbokki. You blushed as Chan laughed.

"I'll take that as a yes."

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demonlineswhore · 1 month

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Ever since I first saw him in these heels I have wanted him to step on me with them while I call him mommy

Leave bruises on my back with them, pull my hair, degrade me, spit on me, manhandle me, use me, pound me from the back until I literally cannot think of anything but him😩

sir I am feral please ruin me🥺

Yeah I’m fine🥴

#Seonghwa #Seonghwa ateez #park Seonghwa #mean Dom Seonghwa #Ateez #seonghwa hard thoughts #seonghwa hard hours #seonghwa smut #ateez smut

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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Arkham Knight scarecrow with a corruption kink and the reader is like innocent and Jon has like very.. explicit sexual thoughts ab the reader.. soo he does those same things he though of to the reader (Crane’s got a sir kink too🥴 the reader is female btw!!)

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Arkham!Jonathan x Female!Reader, word count: 1k terrible boy is hot and opens new line of kink thinking for finnie ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: sub/dom elements i guess if you squint hard enough, innocent!reader, naivety, suggested virginity/inexperience, needle, controlling, fear play kinda, kind of dubcon because he's scary and he uses that to his advantage, though reader goes along with it, but just incase!

Your innocence was beyond comparison, a key component in his interest in you. Sweet, naïve, so willing to find the positive and good in people. Although he was sure the determination you had to seek the good in him was by down dwindled to a glimmer of hope that you might be able to find at least one redeeming quality in him.

And he was more than happy to oblige. In fact, he was keen to offer you his secretive skillset, his one good thing.

So rarely did the opportunity come for him to be around people, although that lack of social interaction was by his own hand. It was only because he could smell it on you, the lack of experience that made you pliable, corruptible, that he let you think you had broken through. The same way he let himself think of you, untarnished skin, unspent virtues, unscathed interior, beckoning his cold and cruel touch. What pleasures could he draw forth from your gaping maw, as you gasped in pain at his arrival within you, at his fingers gripping tight to your flesh, your warm entrance stretching to accommodate his less than gentle length. The days, the weeks, he had spent, holding off on allowing himself even the quickest of releases in favour of waiting to savour you when you fell to him, which you would. You would.

“And though you knew of my academic prowess, you believed yourself to be in a position where you could teach me?”

He slammed his hand down against the dusty desk, behind which he loomed as you sat in a chair in front of it, nervously pulling at your skirt, fraying the hem with the strenuous, obsessive pulling at the loose threads, desperately trying not to think of his own threads, the fabric that became one with him.

“I thought, Jonathan…Mr. Crane…I thought”-

“Sir.”

You hesitate, trying not to look him in the eye as you allow this first leniency, the first sign of submission to him.

“…Sir…I thought I could show you how to accept kindness or at least-”

“Futile…but admirable that would make an attempt. Would you like to learn something though?”

He walked softly around the desk, leg brace creaking ever so slightly with each step. His fingers curling around the edge of the wooden tabletop as he leant against it, leaning forward to whisper into your ear.

“Because I have a whole host of wisdom I might be able to impart on someone so…lacking.”

Your breath hitched as the fingers of his hand traced against your thigh, just below the hem which you were gripping tightly at.

“Afraid of something?”

He stayed close to your ear, his words chilling and yet oddly welcoming, comforting.

“Yes.”

It was all you could muster, but the one word reply amused him, seemingly, as he let out a soft chuckle followed by a moan.

“But do you like that?”

“Yes.”

He withdrew from your personal space, so quickly it caused you to jump, nerves already frayed, but he ignored you and continued his lecture.

“I thought you might. There’s no other reason for you to have continued seeing me for so long. You knew one of us was going to win the battle of the wits, and you took the risk. Eagerly, I assume?”

You swallowed the pooling saliva, hands tremoring as you clasped them together in your lap, eyes fixed to the floor. His fingers, jagged and rough nails digging into the soft skin past your jaw, hooked under your chin and tilted your head up, gaze meeting his clouded stare.

“You knew you would crumble. You reek of venality.”

As you tilted your head away again in shame, he pulled it back up, pressing his thumb and forefinger at either side to hold you in place.

“Awfully brave. You would disobey me?”

Fear response.

“No, sir.”

His voice, gravelly and appreciative in return.

“Good girl. In fact, you’re a very good girl it would seem. I can’t tell how good yet.” He pressed his palm to the inner thigh of one of your legs, pushing them apart slightly. “But I intend to find out.”

Too frightened to move, to desperate to say no, you allowed your hips to relax, legs opening wide on the chair, skirt hitching further up your thighs as you opened yourself up to Crane, who stared intensely at your underwear, the slight damp patch that formed there.

“So quick to arousal, are you desperate, or have you not built up a tolerance yet?”

“Jonathan, I-”

“Sir.”

“Sir…I’m not a…I’ve had…partners, but not-”

He was swift, nimble and rough fingers pulling the fabric covering your swollen lips to the side, dipping the tips between your folds, dragging a shivering breath from your throat.

“None like this. And not enough to prepare you for me. No, none like me.”

He leaned in, breathing in your ear, anticipation tingling over the hairs which stood up straight all over your body. His fingers languidly explored inside of you as you waited for his words. But you twitched when his tongue pressed forth from his lightly caged lips, dragging itself up your cheek before he grazed the skin with his teeth.

“And none after me either. I’ll teach you. I’ll show you. I’ll have you bending to my will.”

“Sir.” A moan of approval as he withdrew his mouth and fingers from you to gaze at you, taking you in as you shuddered, face blushing red, hands covering your slick mound, eyes averted but darting up to meet his occasionally, worried he might be disappointed that you wouldn’t look at him. When you caught his eyes, he held your attention. He was leaning against the desk again, hand behind him teasing at the drawer, the sound of it sliding open as he brought his hand back round again, needle in his palm. He tapped against the glass, watching the orange liquid inside jiggle slightly.

“We’ll see to it that you’re on my level.”

#finnie writes #batman #fanfic #riddler x you #scarecrow #jonathan crane #scarecrow imagine #scarecrow smut #scarecrow x reader #rogues gallery #batman rogues

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supernatural s1e9 home (w. eric kripke)

(this is a rewatch, so spoilers abound)

if you've heard me talk about watching stuff for any length of time you probably know i.. struggle with watching things. can't engage, then i'm thinking and that's the last thing i need 🥴 and i get all up in my head about things that i enjoyed watching, or at least had a habit of watching. and it's like pulling teeth getting back to it. ye olde mental block has reared its ugly head with spn now too. so i'm forcing myself to do it, i know that's what i need sometimes. why must my brain fight me on everything??

part of stalling ended up being this project where i tried to collect every instance of family photos in the series, spurred by the photos in the lawrence house basement here

confess to throwing this in lightroom because all i saw was a skin blob of dean and could not figure out what was going on. lying on his stomach explains it. it's a pretty shot of sam, when you can see more than black

always a little surprising seeing a brand name on this show, doesn't happen often. still with the skateboard chest thing for desktop background

1x09 / 1x12

like that plaintive puppy face he makes in faith (have a screenshot of that one in my little painting wip ideas for ages)

SAM No, I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn’t do anything about it ‘cause I didn’t believe it. And now I’m dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that’s where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right? DEAN I don’t know. SAM What do you mean you don’t know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!

a) poor sammy b) i dunno if it was the writing or the acting or what but this felt clunky

DEAN All right, just slow down, would ya? I mean, first you tell me that you’ve got the Shining? And then you tell me that I’ve gotta go back home? Especially when…. SAM When what? DEAN When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?

admit i snorted the second time i watched this (rewound for sam's part), it's just very over the top. and they are collectively in love with jackles's pretty+sad face. sam gets up, says we gotta do it 🥺 long, slow focus on dean.. jaw clench.. i know we do. it's a good face, i get it. especially when he gets all wet eyed

thing i do like about this scene are that sam is avoiding and dean pushes him and forces him to explain what's going on. could have used that energy a lot more in subsequent seasons.

pretty sure the first time i watched this i also paused and cranked up the brightness to see if sam's hand was behind on the seat lol ridiculous

JENNY That’s Ritchie. He’s kind of a juice junkie. But, hey, at least he won’t get scurvy. Sari, this is Sam and Dean. They used to live here.

dude, this is so funny. one of my kids stopped drinking juice and i seriously was concerned that he could end up with scurvy because he has such a limited selection of stuff he'll consume so i had to find vitamins he would 100% like. NO SCURVY UP IN HERE, BITCHES

sam's so fired up about this maybe being yellow eyes he's practically stepping in front of dean while they're walking, cracked me up. meanwhile dean's freaked out about sam's visions being real, understandably so

ok so we go from sam ranting to him chilling out, per dean's instruction, and padalecki's voice is a lot lower. so i wonder if that's part of what makes it feel forced and weird to me? like in the scene before this one. hmm. or maybe he's just still working on his approach/delivery. gonna be keeping my eye on you, sir

DEAN Not much. I remember the fire…the heat. And then I carried you out the front door. SAM You did? DEAN Yeah, what, you never knew that? SAM No.

i feel like that would be a big part of family lore, if nothing else dean would want to tell sam about that. a point of pride, something to lord over him, etc. anyway, it's a nice moment regardless if i don't find it super believable personally :p

some more padalecki crispy Rs on "figure" (a lot in this episode) and other weird voice modulations from jared. and man, dean got emotional so much more in earlier seasons. i imagine it was a character choice how he kind of hardened throughout the seasons, kept himself in check better. but sneaking away from sam for a minute, sounding like he's on the verge of tears calling john for help is so vulnerable (and can't let sam know he's scared/lost) and john still of course thinks it's safer/better to stay no contact

also i don't particularly like the music when sam and dean are talking (generic ~emotional~ music), but i do moreso the music on the phone call. it reminds me a smidge of some score from the magicians (which i don't think i talked about much, but i enjoyed and was very distinctive). this is a lennertz episode

ah yes, and the dreaded hand in the garbage disposal moment. unplug it before you jam your arm down there, bro. of course, if it's ghosts, it doesn't need power, right? anyway. i could go my whole life without any more of that final destination type nonsense :p

ah, missouri!! i wish they could have had her be a recurring character. one of my favorites. sam and i both gleefully enjoyed her reading dean to filth

SAM Okay. So, our dad –- when did you first meet him? MISSOURI He came for a reading. A few days after the fire. I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say…I drew back the curtains for him.

really thought he knew about the life from mary being a hunter but skimming his wiki article and apparently not

also forgot about the baby getting trapped in the fridge. huh, and a little demon growl sound effect mixed in there too. at least it gets resolved quickly, stressed me out

DEAN What are they doing here? MISSOURI They’re here because of what happened to your family. You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you. It walked this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds. And sometimes, wounds get infected. SAM I don’t understand. MISSOURI This place is a magnet for paranormal energy. It’s attracted a poltergeist. A nasty one. And it won’t rest until Jenny and her babies are dead.

far as i can see, this and swap meat are the only episodes with poltergeists and it's also not terribly clear how it's different from other vengeful spirits but there we go

everyone loves to choke out sam

okay i totally talked shit about that DISPUTED HUG in this episode and have to admit, it was actually a brief embrace of the almost dead sorts after dean gets the lamp cord off sam's neck. which is what made me start grabbing all the hugs to make gifs of them. which i'm sure has been done tenfold but sure why not. anyway, i got like. halfway done with that. since i just finished a painting, maybe i'll pick that little project up

see missouri was after dean a bunch but if she'd come back, she coulda knocked some sense into our sam when he was being an ass too! like bobby but more charismatic to me personally :p

carrying two kids like that down the stairs is no easy feat, friends. sam to the rescue! and it's nice little reciprocity that he gets to carry the kids away from the (ghost on) fire since dean did it for him, twice

i know it would be faster and less dramatic but dean really maybe should have broken a window instead of chopping through her door 🤪

funny seeing her and hearing her talk, because we got to know her quite well in the later seasons so her voice is so familiar. but used to seeing her look a good bit older

that made... very little sense LOL. she shows up, she wipes out the bad guy poltergeist or whatever??? and then she's gone? so she what, has been attached to the house for 22 years and just now got to go to heaven?? (and her saying i'm sorry to sam, could be sorry for dying, sorry for making the deal that got me killed and you whatever'd by azazel, etc - i wonder how much of the canon long game story was determined by this point -- all of which, none of what happened was her fault)

MISSOURI That boy…he has such powerful abilities. But why he couldn’t sense his own father, I have no idea. JOHN Mary’s spirit –- do you really think she saved the boys? MISSOURI I do. John Winchester, I could just slap you. Why won’t you go talk to your children? JOHN I want to. You have no idea how much I wanna see ‘em. But I can’t. Not yet. Not until I know the truth.

SLAP HIM, MISSOURI! so i think the regular justification for john not being in contact with them is that it's not safe because the demons could get to them through him or something? but this, if there were a time for the truth this is it, would be indicating to me that no, he's just too hot on the trail of the revenge quest to do it. yet another reason early on we're set up to not like him. his explanation makes no sense to me.

this would also be a prime mushy music moment, but nope! i know it happens in 2x1 after my little investigation so i'm very curious if/when it shows up in s1

(wiki)

Missouri was originally meant to appear in the season one finale, 1.22 Devil's Trap, but scheduling conflicts with actress Loretta Devine forced the production to create a new character, Bobby Singer, as a fill in.

if only... like, bobby was great in that he was introduced as someone who had a history with the boys as kids, and that definitely was a nice layer of backstory, and really great for them to have a better parental figure. so i think it's not that i take issue with bobby per se, i just never connected with jim beaver. any of my fondness came directly from feelings they had, so i grieved when he died because of how it impacted them more than about the character himself. what would have been actually great is rufus's actor, steven williams, could have been bobby. because now that man has charisma to spare, damn. ah well.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spnrewatch #spn 1x09 #crispy Rs #spn clip #christopher lennertz #spn musical score #spn demon growl #missouri moseley #eric kripke #sam's canonical puppy dog look

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Sibi loveee, I've been rereading mv these days and that chapter in which mv tae eats his own cum out of her then makes her sit on kookies cum and eats her out got me deceased rip me

Like sir if u don't stop being hot I will bark bark woof woof

My brain : stop being a hoe

Mv tae : exists

Me : mission failed

The biggest advantage of having a lil noodle brain and somtimes forgetting the stuff which happens in my own stories as I'm thinking of new stories IS THE FACT THAT YOU GUYS SEND IN STUFF LIKE THAT AND I HAVE TO TAKE A STEP BACK AND LIKE WHEEZE FOR AIR FNASDNFANDS

I totally forgot he does that and now I'm spiralling with you 😩🥴😭😩 also lmoaoa your struggle with him is such a valid mood fnadsnf me on a daily fandsnf

#asks: magnus venatio #asks #anon

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To Those Fortunate Enough chapter 38:

@burned-lariat

**Note** listen if you see me being extra thirsty about Wallace in this chapter mind your business!!!!😂

"Mr. Corinthos, you have a visitor."

Sonny blinked at the nurse as she stepped back, Wallace walking into her spot. A wicked smirk was on his face, and if Sonny could, he'd put a bullet between the man's eyebrows.

Me: This man hasn't even said anything yet and I'm already laughing. I just know he's about to be trouble.😂

"Sonny," Wallace greeted.

"I know what you did."

"I've done a lot of things. I murdered a bloodthirsty psychopath, I reunited my family-"

"You set my warehouse, my coffee stock, my livelihood, on fire."

"Oh yeah, I did that too," Wallace stepped closer, pulling up a stool, "not to mention what happened afterward. I hope Michael's doing well."

Me:

"You are one sick bastard."

"Everyone loves calling me that."

"There's a reason why."

"I know; I embrace it. I'm a criminal, I'm a scumbag, I'm not fit to walk the Earth, I've heard it all before. Doesn't bother me."

Me: And that's why I love him. He's so unapologetic about who he is.🤌

"You know," Sonny cleared his throat, "you've got a lot of nerve showing up to my room like this."

"So? What are you going to do, shoot me? You're going to have a goon shoot me? I'm pretty sure your head guy is out of commission thanks to me, of course."

Me: You know what Wallace must of had a glass of:

"Do you enjoy being a smug son of a bitch?"

"I do. In fact, when it comes to filth like you, I relish in it. It's always fun to knock grandstanding jackasses down a few pegs."

Me: He's such an ass....and I love it

"That doesn't make you better than me."

"Who said I'm better than you?" Wallace scoffed, "Sonny, we're mobsters. Morality and good nature isn't our thing."

"There can be some nobility in it."

"What?" Wallace's laugh was airy, "Nobility, morality, in a criminal job? Where is this coming from?"

Me: Oh Wallace you didn't know??? Sonny is the mobster with a heart of gold.💛🥴

"You don't know me, Heller. I've been through things that deeply, deeply change a man."

"So have I."

"How? You came from nothing; you have no past. All that you have to your name is a battered, broken child and a flimsy criminal enterprise. No support, no affection, no angel on your shoulder."

Me: Sonny. Sonny Michael corinthos. Sir you used to be a battered child as well my guy, so you would think you wouldn't throw that in his face.😬

"And what do you have?" Wallace tapped his chin, "Oh, right. You have no cover, a collapsing enterprise, and a divided family. Lest we forget how Michael was dumb enough to allow my son and I to infiltrate your business."

"And you have an amazing relationship with your son?"

Wallace bit the inside of his lip. Sonny raised his eyebrows in response.

"Oh," he grinned, "I see."

Me: Sonny y'all are in the same boat now with your sons so you can't be petty about that.😂

Sonny's glare intensified, "Well, you must be proud of how screwed up your son is. Gleefully working for the mob and getting swept up in Victor…I mean, his grandfather's schemes. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

Me: Sonny your son's dick has probably killed more people than Dex has.🤷

"Dex is nothing like that man. Nothing."

"His mother is a Cassadine. He's as every bit demented as they are."

"You know nothing."

"And considering who his mother is related, I'm willing to bet she's just as bad."

"Shut your trap, you worthless swine," Wallace got in Sonny's face, "or so help me God, I will tear apart more than just your hamstring."

Sonny blinked in response, his mouth closed. Wallace pulled back, running a hand through his hair as he tried to compose himself.

Me: Oh we love to see sonny realizing that Wallace is willing to beat his ass over his family. Like Wallace Heller the man you are.😌

Sonny sent the man a death glare, "...You have no idea what you've done."

"No, I'm perfectly aware," Wallace got to his feet, "I torched all your coffee beans, trapped you, your goon, and your dumb son in the inferno, and shot to injure."

"My family's lives are at stake and it's all your fault!"

"And?" Wallace shrugged, "All's fair in a mob war. It's all about power and growth, and how do you take that for yourself? You steal it from someone else."

"My territory is not for you to take."

"Too late," Wallace started walking towards the door, "You're losing more ground as we speak, and you have Michael to thank for it. Congrats to him, I suppose. He got what he wanted in your downfall…even if it means he and the rest of your family suffers in the end."

"This isn't the end of me," Sonny snapped, "Once I'm healed, my wrath will come back at you tenfold."

"And whenever that day comes, I'll be ready," Wallace stood in the doorway, turning back one last time, "Watch your back, Corinthos. Things are just getting started between us."

Me:

The rage in his veins was hot.

"What are you doing here?" Michael snapped, glaring at the man in the doorway. Dex stuffed his hands in his front pockets before walking inside.

"I saw you in the window," he replied, "thought I'd pay you a visit."

The Mex shipper in me:

"I can't believe you'd do this to me."

Dex raised an eyebrow at the man. There was a strong frown on Michael's face, disappointment in his features.

"I trusted you," the man said, "You came to me as someone willing to take down a threat to innocent lives, someone who was eager to right a wrong."

"How else were you going to let me in? All you cared about was taking your dad down. Him being a mobster was the selling point."

"I can't believe you. You didn't care about justice o-or doing something good, you cared about making your dad happy

Me: And you cared about making your dad miserable like be fucking fr Michael.🥴

I did what he asked of me because I was working for him. It's what you do when you have a job."

"Get out," Michael pointed at the door, "You're done here."

"Oh, come on, Michael," Dex shook his head, stepping closer to the bed, "I know you well enough to know that you don't want me to go."

The Mex shipper in me:

Oh, come on, Michael," Dex shook his head, stepping closer to the bed, "I know you well enough to know that you don't want me to go."

"I do-"

"C'mon," Dex took a seat on a nearby stool, "tell me how you're really feeling. Don't hold back."

"You betrayed me," Michael began, venom in his tone, "I brought you in, I gave you an incredibly important task, I put my faith in you. You made me believe you could take my dad down-"

"Which I did."

"Yeah, you did, at the expense of my whole family. All my siblings and cousins, everyone tied to Sonny, is now open season for his enemies."

Me: So what did Michael think was going to happen when they lock sonny up?😂

"I'm sorry-"

"Shut up. You're not sorry."

"I'm sorry your family is going to suffer because of your actions."

Me:

The moments where I screamed:

"Do you hear yourself?" Dex raised both eyebrows, shooting Michael a look, "Truly, Michael. Are you listening to the words coming out of your mouth?"

"And how correct they are? Yeah, I am."

"No, not even close. Not even close! Michael, I didn't just randomly come around asking for a job. You openly searched for someone to do your dirty work and happened to choose me. You're the one who orchestrated all of this; it's not my fault you couldn't look past your own hubris and pettiness."

"Oh, come on, Michael," Dex rolled his eyes, "How hard are you going to push this? Take some responsibility here."

"Why? You're not."

"I did what you told me to do. You're the ringleader here; whatever happens to your family is because you wanted their one safety net to burn."

"That's not it-"

"That's exactly it. You're going to be the one with blood on your hands here. You couldn't accept that your parents split up, you cared more about your hurt feelings than the welfare of your family, this is all on you."

"No," Michael shook his head, "it's not-"

"It absolutely is," Dex's voice was cold and stern, "You were so caught up in this…revenge fantasy against your dad that it blinded you to everything else. You didn't think once about your family, you just thought about you. And now that your scheme has fallen apart, you need someone to blame because you don't want to admit this is all your fault."

"Sonny deserves to lose everything!"

"And so do you!".

I hate you," Michael growled, "All this trust and faith I had in you and you just…stomped on it. You're just as scummy and foul as your criminal father."

Dex got to his feet, his eyes sharp with a glare. Michael gulped at the sight.

"And you're as scummy and foul as yours," he said, "At least I can live with that comparison."

"Get. Out."

"Gladly."

Dex turned away, walking towards the door. Michael's nostrils flared for a moment before he felt himself slightly relax.

"Dex," he called out, "Wait."

"What?" he turned around.

Michael's voice was deep and clear: "You ruined my life."

Dex pursed his lips, shrugging, "You ruined your own life. Have fun sleeping at night."

Michael opened his mouth to respond, but Dex turned the corner before he got a chance. The man laid back in his bed, considering his next move. On impulse, he grabbed a nearby plastic cup and chucked it at the window. He did the same with a larger plastic tub, breaking down into tears. His emotions were scattered, a mix of anger and heartbreak and agony sitting on him. Part of him wanted to chase after Dex and escalate things, part of him wanted to scream, but in the moment, most of him felt dread of what was to come, a fear of the unknown that was expanding until it swallowed him whole.

Me: This whole scene legit read like a messy break up. The way they have way more angst (and passion if we're going to be real and messy 😂) than Jex has is astounding.

Sidenote: This has to be my 2nd favorite chapter. I was LIVING!!!!

#to those fortunate enough #general hospital

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