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neerons · 30 days

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Some of Clavis Lelouch’s best quotes + Cyran's bonus quotes

"Tell me, Emma, what do you think is the best way to wake someone who's really bad at waking up? (...) That's right, you stab them." (—Clavis talking about Chevalier to Emma)

"Finding such a handsome man in your room is enough to leave anyone breathless. Take your time. I know I'm easy on the eyes. (...) Oh, nice reaction! There's nothing like a good AHHHHH to get me in the mood."

“I didn’t do anything. But next time, don’t be intimidated by these status-crazed nobles. You don’t owe them anything—not even a smile. If someone looks down on you, look down on them in return. Otherwise, your self-worth will start to plummet. Never abandon your self-respect just to calm the situation. I know you’re a wonderful person—I wouldn’t have chosen you as my wife if not.”

"You succumbed to delusion."

"You weren't paying any attention to me at all. I got so lonely, I almost died!"

"...I want to make love to you."

"I'll tell you a secret about Chevalier. You want to know right? I bet you do. (...) He likes romance novels, but the reason for that is... Me. (...) One day, I secretly added to his pile of books... I put a book that boasted its dewy, spicy romance in the pile."

"Haha! When you're as handsome as I am, you look good no matter what state you're in. You just need better understanding of aesthetics." (—Clavis to the "Obsidianite soldier")

"Haha! You don't need to apologize. Who says only kids are allowed to be bouncy? What's wrong with adults being genuine about loving the things they love?"

"Oh, the things you say! Don't you realize you threaten to unleash the beast that hides behind this gentleman's visage?" (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"What a fool I was to think I was done falling in love with you. The depths I could fall for you seem endless."

“We can do it on the table, or by the windowsill again, if you like. Ah, but I don’t recommend the floor—not unless you’re into that.”

"Wait, wait, wait! (...) Chevalier, you cannot possibly be trying to replace the words 'I love you' with that one kiss. (...) Why else would Emma have dressed up so beautifully? It's all so she can hear you say those three words! (...) Yes, not all things need to be said, but there is a purpose in giving words to feelings. That's how you can bring them into the real world. Chev, you can't let Emma guess how you truly feel forever. Just tell her. (...) The average person can't read minds like you do. Don't assume that Emma knows everything just because you do." (—Clavis to Chevalier, in Chevalier's route)

"I would never allow my lovely fiancee to live a life of fear. And so I must take it upon myself to indulge her in a life of joy." (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"I'm charming, aren't I?"

"Here you are, alone in a secret room with a handsome prince. Why are you only interested in those lifeless husks? (...) That's a little offensive, you know."

"Haha! Go to hell." (—Clavis to Chevalier)

"Goodness, I've never visited that bookstore, and to think it was hiding a gem all this time..." (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"Dear me, it looks like they started running the second they spotted me. Haha! That's optimistic of them. " (—Clavis talking about Yves and Licht to Emma)

"You could at least call it artistic. My handwriting conceals talent that would surpass that of a genius artist. (...) It's readable. So long as you take the time to decode it! Haha!" (—Clavis to Jin)

"Ah... Hahaha! I can't believe you headbutted me! You should've slapped me, at least."

"There's no rule that says you have to drink alcohol once you come of age. That said, it might be more romantic to let you get drunk and then take care of you until you sober up. Wait here, I'll just get some—"

"Of course, I'm not trying to criticize your own personal standards for good and evil. But throughout our lives, we're constantly being confronted by our perceptions of good and evil. And there are times when we might regret it later, if we decide to be critical of something simply because 'it's evil'. Our own individual standards for good and evil may not always be aligned with the kingdom's standards for good and evil. And if that happens, wouldn't you want to remain true to your own standards? To what you believe is good and right?"

"So you're comfortable drinking. I'll keep that in mind." (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"(...) I'm well aware that of all the princes, I was the one most loved by his mother. Although I suppose it's not really a surprise, given how adorable and cute I was. (...) Haha! Why are you apologizing? There's no rule that says we can't talk about the deceased. And there's no need to feel guilty, either. I'm not some silly child who gets all worked up just from thinking about her." (—Clavis talking about his mother to Emma)

"I love drawing attention to myself, you know that. I wanted everyone in the palace talking about me, so I made it seem as if I'd gone missing." (—Clavis to Sariel)

"...You're surprisingly sweet on Emma, aren't you?" (—Clavis to Chevalier)

"Well obviously, because I like rabbits. And from what I know of rabbits... They may seem aloof, but they're actually very sweet and loving, and if you're lucky, they'll even let you see that side of them. I think they're adorable. And despite being delicate and easily frightened, they won't run from anything—they'll stand their ground and put on a brave face. I can't think of any other creature that instills in me such an urge to protect them. You see? Everything about them is lovable." (—Clavis talking about Emma secretly)

"But that's why Rhodolite is so well-balanced. If we all agreed with Leon, the kingdom would constantly be in danger from outside. If we all agreed with Chevalier, it would end up a dictatorship."

"You're about the only person who willingly visits the brutal beast's lair."

"Just so we're clear, this doesn't even count as a setback to me. I've tasted defeat countless times at the hands of a brother more beastly than anyone in Obsidian. I've never once made the right choice. I'm a loser, constantly making mistakes, and constantly being laughed at for them. (...) When you fail, it's easy to give up. It's easy to think your ideas are wrong, and yield to the right choice. But this is what I do. Every time I fail, I get up again, and I fight even harder, so that next time, maybe I won't fail. I don't care about what's right for the kingdom. I stay true to what's right for me, and that's the only way I've found any meaning in my life. Even if what I believe to be right and true is actually wrong, and even if I'm called evil and wicked for doing what I do... I'll fight against the brutal beast's methods with everything I have in me. And I'm not going to die until I've made him kneel before me, and accepted that my beliefs are just as righteous as his are. (...) And since I've spent my life tasting nothing but defeat, I think I can declare this with some certainty. So long as you go on living, you'll never really be a loser. Because there is no such thing. Even if you lost this time, you just have to win next time to be the winner. And if nothing else, you'd be able to die a prouder man than you will now. (...) Today's failures will lead you to tomorrow's hope. Always, as long as you don't give up. And that's why I'm going to get up and try again. What about you? Are you going to die a dog's death here?" (—Clavis to the "Obsidianite soldier")

"What a shame... Were my hands not bound right now... I'd already be making love to you."

"Haha! Not a chance. I adore her." (—Clavis denying disliking Emma to Gilbert)

Cyran's bonus quotes:

"(...) Prince Clavis lies incessantly, so feel free to ignore everything he says. (...) Everything. You've no need to be worried about his feelings, or even keep him company. And it might be in your best interests to refuse to eat any of this." (—Cyran talking about Clavis and his cooking to Emma, in front of Clavis)

"You're still half-asleep, aren't you? You're a disgrace." (—Cyran to Clavis)

"When we finally catch up to him, I think we should team up and give him a good scolding!" (—Cyran talking about Clavis to Emma)

"Since you left me behind like that, I've decided to hold a grudge against you forever. (...) Do it again and I'll throttle you, master or no. Just so you know." (—Cyran to Clavis)

"My Lady, I'm afraid that Prince Clavis's plan is truly stupid. A prince in his right mind would never even plan such a thing, and the average person would recoil in shock at the very idea of it."

"Prince Clavis, you can't just go casually tossing your head in her lap like that. My Lady, you're more than welcome to slap him awake at this point."

"(...) despite all that, there was one fool prince who stormed into the camp where the prisoners were being held. Yep, I'm talking about the idiot prince currently sleeping like a babe in your lap."

"From the way he acts, it's easy to mistake him for a fool and a scoundrel, but... at heart, he's the kindest, most compassionate man I've ever met." (—Cyran talking about Clavis to Emma)

"...So where is he, this handsome man? (...) ...You're a total mess right now, you realize. You look dreadful. Want me to get you a mirror?" (—Cyran to Clavis)

"My Lady, I truly am sorry, but... I've been ordered to inform you that, and I quote, 'your prince is in grave danger and needs you to rescue him! Ahaha'! (...) ...He insisted I include the 'ahaha' at the end." (—Cyran delivering a message from Clavis to Emma)

"Very well. I'll inform him that you said to die in pain and agony." (—Cyran talking about Clavis to Chevalier)

#as usual I might add more later #clavis lelouch #ikémen prince #ikeprince clavis #cyran rose #ikemen prince #ikemen prince quotes #ikeprince #cybird #cybird otome #otome game

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 6 months

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Hi, I discovered your writing today and I loved it. So I wanted to request the frist years with a partner who is gender fluid.

First Years With a Genderfluid Partner

Characters; Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt

Content; Genderfluid reader (I don't use pronouns though, since everyone's experience is different), fluff, crack, romance, some implications that strangers are rude but not in detail

Word Count; 600+

Author's Note; Sorry that these are pretty short anon (brain is being mean), but I hope that you enjoy!

Ace Trappola

He’s still a little imp, regardless of everything else. But he’s perceptive. He notices the small things; and he’ll reaffirm you as well.

“Huh, they’re not all that bright if they can’t see that you’re obviously the coolest person around,” he’d scoff. “I mean, my dad only allows me one gender- OW WHY DID YOU HIT ME?!”

But he would say things like that, but he does in fact think you are the coolest person around.

He does take mental notes; of what terms make you happy (pronouns and pet names), what clothing makes you comfortable, and more. No, he doesn’t keep a little notebook, but he has it memorized.

Deuce Spade

Always checks in to make sure that you’re comfortable; he doesn’t want to screw up, even if it’s something you may consider small. He’s just trying his best and wants you to be happy.

“Wait, do I call you my boyfriend, girlfriend, joyfriend, partner? I want to make sure that you’re okay with it.” He asks that question pretty often, since he wants to make sure that you’re okay with it; you always come first.

He learns more about your identity, only because he’s curious and feels that he needs to do so. Please tell him to put the books down and just come and hang out.

Well-meaning but a little too gung-ho. He just doesn’t want to mess up, but he also wants you to be happy.

Jack Howl

The most normal of the group; he likes you for you and nothing changes really. He’ll touch in though, making sure that you’re comfortable.

He would let you (within reason) try out some hairstyles or makeup that you want to try out on him. He doesn’t really mind, plus sometimes it takes looking at someone else to realize that that look is indeed a look and a great one at that.

Jack is a pretty large guy, so if you’re smaller than him he raises a brow at you stealing his clothes. But if you’re larger than him? He might wear one of your outfits (he likes lowkey matching outfits couples do).

Super understanding if you have ‘blah’ days, and will let you vent to him. He may not have much to say, but he’s there when you need him.

Scary dog privilege #1

Epel Felmier

He would come to learn more about your identity throughout your friendship before the two of you started dating. May have messed up here and there at the start, but not anymore.

The accent will be coming out if someone is being rude towards you, and Epel doesn’t care if he gets scolded or not; no one treats you rudely and gets away with it.

Pomefiore also helps him understand that gender is a spectrum; nothing is wholey masculine or feminine, that they blur, and that blurring is beautiful.

“Pardner” is one of his go-to endearments; you’re his partner (in both the romantic, but also if either of you feel like committing felonies).

Scary dog privilege #1.5 (scary like a very yappy pomeranian way)

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek definitely knows a few people who are genderfluid back in Briar Valley; fae live for a long time, so playing with gender is pretty normal. He commends you for being honest with yourself.

Now, he is putty in your hands, absolutely WHIPPED for you. You thought the praise he was singing for Malleus was bad? Well, multiply that by fifty.

But it’s quiet, not shouted. Yes, it is still obvious for anyone to see; the way he holds your hand and looks at you. You are the royal of his heart; his Monarch, King, and Queen.

Would be semi-awkward if the two of you went to a pride event; he just doesn’t know what to really do. He's having fun, just awkward.

Scary Dog Privilege #2

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pupmkincake2000 · 5 months

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So, after finishing Gale's origin, I think I'd play Astarion's. Don’t get me wrong, but it’s interesting for me to watch the romance with Gale from Astarion's POV, from the very beginning to the very end, because after reading some fics, I realized that I had never seen such a plot before. I mean falling in love with Gale right away, and not after all the events are over. That would be an amazing slowburn.

What do I mean, you ask? I noticed that when people write about this couple, it often comes up like this: Astarion is usually in a relationship with Tav, but when he/she/they reject him (remember the opportunity to remain friends with him, right?), Gail, according to the plot, usually invites Astarion to settle down in his tower and feelings arise later. Even if they flirted with each other before.

And although such stories are well written and interesting to read, I can’t help but feel that there’s a certain… wrongness in such a relationship? I mean, Astarion gets everything right away without doing much, home, a handsome lover who takes care of him and will do anything for him, yet Astarion himself does nothing to get anything of these after the game ends.

People usually justify this by saying that he has already suffered enough and deserves all the best. And I agree that yes, he really deserves it. However, I believe that in this case he achieved nothing on his own. He saved the world, yes, he killd his master, yes, but still... it happens when he has his friends around who would support him and a lover who he seduces for this particular purpose.

Of course, by this point he may already be in a full-fledged relationship, but it all started with a specific goal, right? And don’t think I hate him, I don’t, as I don't blame him for anything, anyone in his place would do everything to get at least some protection and hope for something better. I don’t know if I can explain what I mean in a best way, but I'll try.

Astarion simply moves in stories from under the protection of one lover to another. And usually in such cases, Gale insists that Astarion doesn’t owe him anything… and here I also agree, but in this case the question is: what did Astarion himself do to deserve all of this? Past suffering, it seems to me, is not a sufficient reason to give him everything at once and it doesn't mean he has to suffer more or anything. That is, as soon as Tav breaks up with him (or he with Tav), Astarion falls in love with the one who turned out to be as kind, more generous, who never demands anything in return. And there is, it seems to me, something not quite right in this.

What am I getting at? I would like to see Astarion's story, from a POV of a person who undergoes development, not just getting everything the best as a reward for his suffering. For example, I would like to watch the story from his point of view, when he falls in love with Gale, and for the sake of this love he begins to change, fight his traumas, outgrow them, because he realizes that, perhaps, for the first time in his life, he has fallen so deeply in love.

Without a relationship with Tav (I don’t like it at all when Tav is in the plot, they seem too unnecessary), but independently decided to change. And I want to say right away that by the word “change” I don’t mean anything bad, since he still changes when the player has a romance or friendship with him.

But for me, for example, it would be interesting to observe these changes, this growth, the struggle with traumas because of his love for Gale. Because there is someon who he cares about, not just about himself.

Let's be honest, Astarion is more a taker, Gale is a giver. Sometimes such relationships work but not always. Some people love to give, some people prefer to take. But I do not think it would work for them.

I see them as equals. Or at least are trying to be.

And yes, it can be love from the first sight (why not?), or the relationship can begin quite like in canon: with manipulation and seduction (tho I've never seen a fic in which Astarion falls in love right away), but then the realization comes that this is not just a hook-up that means nothing, but a connection that means, and not just to get someone as an ally who would help kill Cassador (after all, you can kill him simply by being friends with Astarion).

Although love at first sight from Astarion's perspective would be quite interesting, since Gale does not seem at all like a person who is easily manipulated and seduced.

There is something incredibly attractive about experiencing the whole story of this love from beginning to end (and despite the slowdown, they can still sleep with each other), and only then, when the final battle is over, they can go to Gale’s home together , but not because Astarion has nowhere to go and he again risks being left alone, but because by that time he and Gale will already be in love and confess their feelings to each other (I think it will be even more interesting to watch from Astarion's POV), and therefore they will no longer imagine their life without each other.

It will all look even tastier if it all happens long before the final battle, because Astarion will already have something to lose.

I want Astarion to try as hard on the relationship as Gale usually tries in fanfiction to heal his injuries. But I have almost never come across stories where they both worked on the relationship and healed each other equally. In most stories, unfortunately, Astarion gets much more, with almost no effort (we are not to talk about his past suffering), and this is just frustrating, as if he is not able to build his happiness on his own.

Someone may mention his traumas again and I understand perfectly well that not everyone can overcome their nightmares alone. But that’s why I mentioned that I would like to see how both work on relationships. In the game, Astarion is the one who takes, and Gale is more the one who gives (which I've already mentioned), but I would like to see equality, so that both give and take equally. And from Astarion's perspective, this would be incredibly interesting to watch, mainly precisely because he is the one who takes, he isn't used to give, but for his beloved, at least when he realizes he's in love, he would want to do more. To be more than just a taker.

You don't have to agree with me. But this is how I would like their relationship to be.

Oh, one more thing

I see Astarion as someone who tops, I do not mind switching, but top Astarion and bottom Gale sounds nice♡( ◡‿◡ )

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #astarion #astarion ancunin #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #astarion x gale #bloodweave

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florwal · 1 month

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yeah some people are just mean cause they can, you've done so much and you don't owe anything to anyone

+ i'm so happy you've been enjoying jut playing the game for yourself, i've just cleaned all my mods folder (don't ask how.) and planning to fell in love again with the game that i've been loving since i was 10 😭

if you wanna share some pics of what you're doing i'm super curious, but if you dont: just fuck them all 💋💋💋💋💋💋 kisses and hugs

i’ve been trying to play the complete opposite of what i normally would but i’m actually enjoying it a lot! i just cleaned my mods folder too it was A CHORE

the dad erik is a construction worker and he’s into all the outdoorsy stuff. he goes fishing a lot. he has the goofball trait and tries to be “the cool dad.” because in my head the parents were in the grunge/alternative scene when they were younger

the mom vivienne is a freelance writer and to make things easier for me she has the family oriented/neat traits because erik is a slob and makes the house dirty as fuck and i feel bad cuz she is ALWAYS cleaning up after him but their marriage is going great and they never fight so ? she seems happy to do it i guess lmao

they have a teenage daughter named bristol that’s super angsty and has the live fast aspiration from hsy so she sneaks out and gets into trouble at school a lot. she has a crush on her best friend marjane who’s been having a stay over at the house for a sims week so i’m like 👀 waiting to see if any autonomous romance will happen with them BUT bristol also has a crush on another girl from school so idk which one i want her to go to prom with and it’s stressing me out!!!

#house is by alerionjkeee! i have like all of her builds in my game #i let the game randomize their names #like their last name is briggs lmao #but i love them so much :’)#im excited for the baby so i can play with infants #also thank you you’re so sweet

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slayingfiction · 1 year

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What would your advice for just-starting-out young authors be?

I love new writers! I’ve never known a better way to escape my reality and live a thousand different lives.

I started writing when I was young, maybe 12 or 13 years old. I am now 25, and very much consider myself to be a child, but still, in my 10+ years of personal writing and classes, here are some of the best tips I can give anyone who is new to writing, regardless of age.

Read. Read. Read. Then read some more. The easiest and fastest way to learn how to write is by reading and studying how other people have written their stories. Study their balance of dialogue vs description vs action. Study the words they use and what they’re choosing to describe. Study the scenes that make you feel something, or pull you to the story even more, and dissect it until you understand how to do it.

Daydream. At night, in the morning, before and after school, during school, during work. When people are trying to talk to you, just daydream. Image worlds with populated moons. Imagine worlds with multiple human-like species all living in the same area. Image a boy who goes home and cries to his adoptive vampire parents, and girls who practices knife throwing every night to prepare for the apocalypse that no one sees coming. Dream of everything and anything because that’s how you keep and improve your creativity. Eventually you may even write something with it.

Write for yourself. Always start by writing what you enjoy, and love your characters and your stories. Everything about your first draft should be because you love the story, not what other people like. You will never please everyone, so start with yourself, and build a community with the ones who love your story as much as you do.

Do it on your own timeline. If you want to write a book in a month, edit the next and publish right after, do it. If you want to write the first five chapters of 8 books without finishing, do it. If, like me, you want to write your first novel at 18 years old, and 7 years later still not feel ready to publish, that’s ok! You are not falling behind anyone else, you are exactly where you should be on your own path.

Practice. Your writing will improve with practice, that’s how it works, it’s how it always works. No way to skip right to publishing a first draft and becoming famous for it. Practice and just keep writing, you will improve.

Challenge yourself. While you may love fantasy or romance, or maybe all your story ideas are too big for only one book and they all end up being series’, you need to try new things. Write a mystery short story. Write poetry on how you feel. Write one page on how you could survive a zombie apocalypse as long as you have your coffee in the morning, it doesn’t matter, just try new things. Trying new things is how I wrote this haiku: Take a deep inhale, Breathe fresh air into my lungs, I savorfreedom. Is it the greatest haiku ever? No, but it makes me happy, and reminds me that I can write, good or bad, and still be proud of myself.

Keep all your projects. Good or bad. Look back on them years later and think, yeah that was terrible, at least I’m better now. Or maybe think, this wasn’t as bad as I thought it was. It’s a progressive journey. You can take your time. DONT EVER SHAME YOUR YOUNGER SELF FOR THEIR WORK. THEY TRIED THEIR HARDEST AND WROTE AS BEST THEY COULD. WE ARE PROUD OF OURSELVES, NOT EMBARRASSED OR SHAMED. Whether the work is from years ago or days go. Be kind to yourself, no one else owes you that.

Compare. Compare to popular novels, compare to your friends stories or to people online. Compare and see if your character are developed enough, or if your story makes sense, or if it’s relatable. When comparing however, keep in mind that your written style will be different than all others writers. Your first novel will not be the same as an author’s 10th book that just went viral on TikTok. It takes practice and time. Compare for style, technique, structure and plot. Not for popularity, worth, importance, and don’t feel down thinking that someone writing at a higher grade level makes them better, it doesn’t.

Share your work. If you are embarrassed, use a pen name. That’s perfectly fine. Put your work out there and get feedback. Having one person saying your story is (negative criticism here) is going to happen, don’t freak out. It doesn’t mean your story is flawed and should be tossed. If most people are saying that, then maybe it’s time to revisit the story and plot. Getting feedback from people reading your story is important, you want to ask specific questions so you don’t get generic answers. Get real reviews from real people, the mean voice in your head doesn’t get a say.

Learn the difference between perfect and done. I know, I know. Perfectionists around the world just scoffed and thought ‘I would if I could’. Here’s the thing, it’ll never be perfect. A word won’t be right, you can’t find the right way to convey an emotion, your choice of vocabulary isn’t up to your standards, I get it. You want your work to be absolute perfection so that everyone loves it and no one can say a bad thing about it, but it doesn’t work that way. Instead make it to ‘complete’, then nitpick some details, then it’s done. Done is good, it’s where you want to be.

Self-publishing? Pay for a professional editor and a graphic designer. It makes a difference, I promise.

There’s lots of others, but I would say as a writer-starter-pack, these should get you started, then you will learn lessons all on your own, or find them as you’re writing later on. Truly, just have fun, and the rest will come with time.

Happy Writing!

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prototypesteve · 30 days

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Sent.

Just told the last remaining “I’ve known this guy forever” friend that I’m aromantic and asexual. This friend watched me recover from the first fake relationship (late 90s), and watched me go through the second fake relationship¹ (2005-2008). He’s only known me as someone who assumed they’re allosexual and alloromantic, but who was just really, really bad at it.

The send button used to take me about an hour to tap. And I’d often hesitate and delete the message, and wait a few more days. But with each person, it gets a little easier. It used to be terrifying, but now it’s just really scary.

Anyway, all that to say, it gets easier, but I don’t know if it ever gets easy. Don’t feel bad if there are people you just can’t (or won’t) ever tell. This isn’t something you owe them. This is something they earn.

Whether it’s your sexuality, or an invisible disability, or the special way your family formed, or even just your secret carrot cake recipe, you don’t owe anyone anything you feel they haven’t earned the privilege of knowing.

Invitation Only.

Some friends of mine like to replace the idea of coming out with a different way of seeing it: “Inviting in.”

Sometimes, with certain people and to certain audiences, using the term “coming out” can feel like you’ve kept a secret and you’re admitting to it. It has a lot of cultural baggage. It can feel like confessing to something bad. And fuck that.

“Inviting in” changes the dynamic. Now it’s about exclusivity and qualification. It’s members-only clique or an invitation-only club, and there are standards to be met. You must be this emotionally mature to ride.

For something like asexuality and aromanticism I even use the term “clarifying”. I have friends who’ve only even known me as single, or other friends (like the one I just came out to / invited in) who’ve seen me damaged by a failed relationship, then in a really unsuccessful and loveless one for a few years, then apparently happily single for 15 years. So they know something’s different. Maybe gay? Maybe I’m just traumatized? Maybe I think people of our faith aren’t allowed to remarry? They see the stuff. They just don’t know what’s causing the stuff. So I’m mostly just clarifying.

But whatever you do—come out, invite in, clarify—do it when it’s safe, when you’re ready, and only to people who’ve demonstrated they deserve to know you that well. There’s no timetable, no cutoff age, no obligation to your community.

Footnotes:

¹ “fake relationship” is a slightly harsh way to put what happened. This was when I didn’t know what aroace was, so even though I was aroace I had been raised to assume that as someone who felt male, I was were either straight, gay, or bi, and that everyone needed someone. (Extreme allonormativity, amatonormativity and compulsory sexuality.) The most I ever felt was what we would call Platonic Love, but at the time I assumed what I felt was just my broken version of romance. I wanted to be like everyone else (even my gay friends felt love, FFS, what was my excuse?). So I tried. I really, really tried. And I couldn’t. I could be enjoyable, but I couldn’t enjoy, and that hurt the people I was with. It made them feel undesirable even though really it was me who couldn’t desire anyone. And I hate how that happened. I don’t hate why it happened, but I hate that it had to happen because words like aromantic and asexual were hidden away back then. And my way of dealing with how that hurt is to incorrectly call them fake relationships, for now. I hope there’s a better term out there.

#asexual #aroace #aromantic #aspec #aromantic asexual #asexuality #coming out #inviting in

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licollisa · 1 year

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i’d love to hear your take on sans’ personality!

i was going through your whole blog (as you do) and saw ur post on how sans tends to be mischaracterized, but fanon takes are also very normal and generally just fine, and i agree - i feel like some amount of personal spin from the author is always expected (and keeps things fresh and fun to a degree), but i also feel as if sans is a somewhat tough character to actually pin down when you’re writing him, so i’ve similarly had to drop some fic when they stray too widely from my non-negotiable sans traits lol. (like Being Calm and unruffled. bc while some of that is depression, a large part of it is Just The Way He’s Built lmao.)

Oh for sure, I also have my own set of Sans mischaracterization pet peeves in fics (though I'd often look the other way if the fic is well-written because beggars can't be choosers, no writer owes anyone a perfect Sans voice, fanfics are for fun, etc etc. Hell one of my favorite fics of all time portrayed Sans as an asshole and I'm not complaining because good god the writing is just THAT delicious and I still can't believe I'm reading it for free).

E.g Sans calling another adult (often times the MC) with 'kid'. Or like I've mentioned on another post, if he's quick to anger or aggressive enough to attack at the slightest provocation. Sometimes it's not a case of mischaracterization at all, just something I personally can't read without feeling like a wet kitten (the next time I read an overused skeleton related pun I will escape my own and DIE).

I often theorize why this is a Thing. I yearned to understand why I'm subjected to read yet another skele-ton, tibia, humerus, funny bone pun. Maybe since Undertale was popular with a big ass fanbase, and Sans is like our mascot, so when you combine this with a majority of the fandom being in the younger side -- youths full of time and creativity and energy though lacked the writing experience -- what's left of our poor skeleton is a pile of flanderized bones. Which is often the case when you're young and you just started writing because damn that blue skeleton is too romance able to deny (want write... But HOW write???).

You thought of some of his traits you often see (ketchup, touch Papyrus and die, blue glowing eye, epic bones & blaster attacks, puns, depression, have I mentioned the touch Papyrus and die? Puns again, threats, the bad time catchphrase, so on so forth) and you use these as a guiding bible to writing Sans the Skeleton. Boom, Sans x Reader 200k enemies to lovers.

,,,Bottom line is, I'm kind of sure the tendency to mischaracter him stems from Undertale's popularity and the younger part of the fandom. That, or after all these years, people had simply grown to love and accept Fanon Sans in all his slightly unlikeable behavior glory (heartwarming). So the inaccurate potrayal is now, like, on purpose -- on top of fanon him being easier to pin down because the canon guy are too tricky to pin down, like you said.

From what I've seen though, the canon Sans starts to get the love he deserves again! All is good. Now I can read a Sans x Reader 200k enemies to lovers, but with the actual dude this time. Awesome.

Ight, that said. I legit also think people should write him in the way that makes them the happiest. Sans is fictional but your happiness isn't. Even if your Sans will finally be the one to prompt me to escape my own skeleton. Or your Sans is RABID and deserves JAILTIME and GROWLS and BARA. Go wild, be free, and more importantly, have fun! <3

#lecturer: go write 1k about this particular topic #me: this is IMMORAL and INHUMANE #anon: hayy whats ur take abt sans #me: omg bestie you shouldn't have. marry me #er er er okay im done word vomiting now #ask #undertale #sans

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Hi! I just had this random thought because I have been simping over 16! Chuuya (it’s the ponytail) I know you’ve been asking for Flags request, but like, what if, and hear me out, the reader is a part of the flags before him and ends up being the one that brings Chu into the group or requests that Mori assigns him to it (I haven’t read Stormbringer, just seen spoilers which I don’t mind so I don’t know how Chuuya ends up with them) but when he finds the Flags all dead, the reader is also exposed to the deaths of the others since they didn’t show up in time for Verlaine to kill them as well and over the little time Chuuya had with the flags, he quickly fell in love with the reader and they end up being there for Chu whenever he needs it (since we all know being around Dazai, Verlaine, and Mori got exhausting after a while) so eventually the two fall for each other, but the reader ends up being killed during the Dragonhead Conflict by Shibusawa when they have off because their ability is a tad bit strong. It’s called the Core of Reality and it allows the reader to alter any aspect of reality they know about except death. Once someone dies, the reader can’t use their ability to revive them.

Idk why but I’m just feeling Chuuya angst today. If you don’t want to write this, go ahead and discard it. Your health and wellbeing comes first after all, especially during these times of illness and frigid cold.

My poor boy Chuuya... you're a genius for coming up with this idea.

The image does not belong to me. It belongs to it's original owner.

TW: Death, blood, angst. Stormbringer and Dead Apple spoilers below. I tried my best with this songfic.

No time to die

"And this is Nakahara Chuuya. From today onwards, he is now a member of the Flags."

You looked curiously at the boy standing behind Pianoman. He was of short stature, with ginger hair and blue eyes and a slightly temperamental look on his face. He looked to be around your age; if not, slightly older. You had approached him first.

“So you’re Nakahara Chuuya... I’m Y/N L/N. Welcome to our group!”

I should've known

I'd leave alone

A year had passed when Chuuya had joined the Flags. His easily-angered personality had made him the target of Albatross’s teases, yet he still managed to get along well with everybody. His temper had slightly put you off at the start, but over time, you came to see that he wasn’t that bad of a person you thought him to be.

While you still weren’t that big of a fan of his mood-swings (as you called them), with your calm and caring nature, you quickly managed to befriend Chuuya. You weren’t someone who set him off on purpose, and you never teased him; something that was refreshing for him. He was a lot calmer around you, something which the Flags noticed and definitely teased you two about, but Chuuya had always retorted that you two were ‘just friends’.

However, you didn’t mind at that time. There was almost no space for romance in the dangerous life of a mafioso; even friendships were dangerous. You were glad to have befriended the Jewel King, since he did prove himself to be quite loyal and trustworthy to you and the Flags, and he had saved your life quite a couple of times too.

But all good things come to an end eventually.

Just goes to show

That the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe

You didn’t know what you were doing. You had smelt the blood inside the pool hall; and instinct told you that it was not the blood of an enemy. Immediately, you used your ability to place you in front of the entrance, and you desperately slammed the door open, running in to see what had happened and if you could save anyone.

But it was too late.

Your throat hurt. A high-pitched scream resonated in the hall. A scream full of devastation and hopelessness, of one who had just lost everything yet who could’ve stopped it. A scream of pain, sorrow, darkness. Of a storm that had just been brewed.

It was only when Chuuya went into the hall and ran to your side did you realise that you were the one who was screaming.

We were a pair

But I saw you there

“Y/N. Stay back. It’s too risky if you come with me.” You bit your lip as you faced Chuuya defiantly, standing in front of him with your fists clenched.

“It’s risky either way if I go with you or stay! There’s no doubt I’m a target on Verlaine’s list, and he’s going to make it happen with or without your presence! Besides, my ability can actually help you-”

“I don’t care how powerful or useful your ability is! Just stay! The Mafia will protect you, and besides, it’s me that Verlaine wants. I was the one who caused all of these problems. And I have to be the one to solve them. The Flags were enough; I can’t let you or anybody else die because of me!” You frowned and stepped forward.

“Doesn’t mean that you can’t accept help from other people! Verlaine will simply murder everyone in the Mafia with no remorse to get to me, and you know how my ability is useless against death! Besides, we’re the Mafia. We have each others’ backs and we’ll make whoever hurt us pay tenfold!”

“...” You and Chuuya stood there, glaring at each other, neither side giving in.

It was a long time before Chuuya finally clicked his tongue.

“...Fine. You can come along. But don’t you dare cause any trouble or die on me. Because I’ll be the one to kill Verlaine.”

Too much to bear

It had been a few weeks since the King of Assassins incident.

You sat next to Chuuya in a bar. It was quiet; you two were the only customers there, and there was a comfortable yet agonising silence between you and Chuuya. You took a few sips from your drink, but Chuuya didn’t move at all.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been quite silent... is there something on your mind that’s bothering you?” Chuuya didn’t answer immediately. He stared forward at his drink, his eyes vacant, yet his expression was unreadable. You knew what he was thinking of.

His dry chuckle caught your attention.

“...It’s ironic, isn’t it?”

You blinked, yet you said nothing.

“Almost everything bad that happens in my life is all because of me. The Sheep betrayed me because of my arrogance and incompetent ability to be a good leader for them. My existence was the reason why the Flags were killed. It’s as if it’s my punishment; a cruel game to see how long I can last for before I’m gone as well.”

“...” You were silent for a while.

Chuuya felt something warm on his hand, and he looked at it to see your hand tenderly caressing his. His gaze went to your face, and he saw your eyes filled with care and... something else.

“... I won’t lie to you. Nearly everything bad that happened to you was somewhat because of you.” Chuuya’s expression was unreadable, yet he felt your fingers start to gently trace soothing circles on the back of his hand.

“That is how life is like. It’s how we choose to respond to it is what truly determines who we are. Whenever life knocks us down, we get back up again. No matter how painful the situation is, no matter how impossible it seems to bounce back, life finds a way. It hurts a lot; it always does, but it will get better in the end.” Your fingers delicately traced the small, dark spot on his wrist.

“But I’ll be here for you. I know it’s hard to promise that I’ll always be by your side since death is always around the corner... but I’ll never willingly leave you. And that’s a promise.”

The bar was silent for a while. You could tell that he was feeling much calmer; although he was still slightly vulnerable, your presence alone had soothed him. You continued tracing circles on the back of his hand, your gentle touch having no sign of ending.

It was in that moment that Chuuya felt something else spark within him.

Something that would eventually be called... ‘love’.

You were my life but life is far away from fair.

The Dragon’s Head Incident. The bloodiest 88 days in the history of Yokohama.

The Port Mafia suffered heavy losses; some because of rival groups and accidents, but most were because of the mysterious ability user named the ‘White Giraffe’. Whenever he struck, there was a thick fog, so thick that nothing can be seen through it. After it disappeared, everybody was dead.

And the White Giraffe himself would be gone alongside the fog.

It had grown to the point that the Boss, Mori Ougai, had no choice but to send one of his strongest subordinates to investigate and possibly end this whole blood-stained carnage.

And so you found yourself, face to face, with the ability user that was responsible for all of this.

In a battle that you had lost in the first place.

Was I stupid to love you?

Was I reckless to help?

Your ability, ‘The Core of Reality’, appeared and stepped in front of you. It tilted it’s head as it looked at you, and you knew nothing could help you prevent your fate. Nothing at all.

Was it obvious to everybody else?

“...H-hey! Y/N!!!”

Chuuya’s voice, tinged with raw emotion, alongside his hands that grabbed you and turned your body over, desperately trying to see any remainder of life in you. But it was too late. He knew it himself, yet he refused to think that you were dead.

“W-wake up! You’re fine! So just please wake up!”

That I’ve fallen for a lie

Your body, broken and torn in so many places that it was unrecognisable, yet Chuuya still recognised it as you. His shaking hands held you, clutching you to his chest, not wanting to let go. The ache in his heart was familiar, yet it was never as strong as before until this.

You were never on my side

Rage. That was all what Chuuya felt.

A deepening, bubbling feeling that made him desire the blood of the White Giraffe. He wanted to kill him; crush him with gravity in the most painful way possible. He didn’t care whether Mori would get angry or not, or if he would die because of his recklessness. Chuuya just needed to kill him; give the ability user the death that he deserved.

All for you.

Fool me once, fool me twice

Chuuya stood in front of your grave, a few flowers in his hand. It was a place where only the richest could afford; there was no speck of dust on your tombstone, or anything that looked the slightest bit out of place. His eyes cast over the words etched onto the cold stone, so familiar to him yet still so foreign at the same time.

Setting the flowers beside your headstone, he sat down like he always did every single time he visited you.

“... I haven’t visited you in a while. The roses I brought last week have just become to wilt. That’s probably the longest time I have been gone for.”

The flowers around your grave were always fresh; as if it was a vain attempt to bring some life somehow in this place tinged with the afterglow of death. They bloomed brightly before wilting a week later, as if they too had joined the unfortunate souls in the afterlife. Yet the ones around your grave were always joined by newer ones just as the old ones had nearly started wilting.

Are you death or paradise?

Chuuya started off by telling you about his day. How he managed to take down an enemy organisation alongside the Black Lizard, and how he finished his paperwork just on time so that Mori wouldn’t get mad. It was as if you were still there with him; your precious laughter and reassuring voice replying him in an imaginary conversation.

It’s when he recounts the memories together with you and the Flags which makes his voice have the slightest hint of a crack.

Now you’ll never see me cry

Rain started to pour down from the sky. It was only a light drizzle at first, so slight it was barely noticeable. Yet in a few minutes, it had turned into a storm; with heavy droplets pelting down on everything it landed on. Chuuya was soaked; yet he didn’t pay the rain much mind.

Liquid was flowing down Chuuya’s cheeks. Whether it was the rain, or tears, or both, he didn’t care. The only thing that he was aware of was the ache in his heart; the same old ache that never faded away since the day you left him.

Chuuya slowly stood up. Casting one last glance at your headstone, he slowly turned around and left, his heavy footsteps making temporary indentations on the rain-soaked ground before they were covered up immediately. The flowers around your grave seemed to soak the rain in, doing their best to still bloom their brightest.

He would come back in a week or so. But Chuuya wouldn’t be able to join you anytime soon in the afterlife, no matter how much he missed you, or how much he longed for your touch.

Because there’s just no time to die.

So uhhh... there’s no excuses as to why I took this long to finish this request ;-;

@circinuus @chuuyas-beloved @pianotross @nekokinax @xxelfmamaxx @yuugen-benni @lakeside-paradise @yukitomybeloved @catzlivedforbsd @arisu-chan4646 @sariel626

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya angst #silverbladexyz

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babybatscreationsv2 · 1 year

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Run Rabbit

Marvel | Starker

Peter has bad luck with boyfriends. The kind of bad luck that means his previous two boyfriends have ended up mysteriously dead. At least he has Tony. A stead fast and loving friend who his taking him to his cabin in the woods to get away from it all. So far away from the city, all alone, Peter might finally be able to relax. He really owes Tony for taking such good care of him…

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/tags: kidnapping, noncon, yandere!Tony, referenced/discussed murder, graphic violence, blood play, gun violence, fear kink, sadism, blood as lube

For Aech <3

The air smelled like flowers and freshly churned dirt. It was much too gentle a scent on much too gentle a day for Peter's second funeral in only six months. He knew what everyone thought. That somehow this was his fault. The police had questioned him for hours this time. First Harry, the best friend he'd grown up with who had never given him the time of day as far as romance. At least not until college. Then Quentin, whom he'd only been dating for about a week. He hadn't even really been ready, but Quentin had insisted he would feel better if he moved on and Peter did just want to be happy again.

A warm hand came to rest on his shoulder. "You ready to go, kid?" Tony asked. His voice was gentle and comforting. Too gentle once again. They were the last to leave. Even Quentin's parents were long gone. Peter just couldn't shake the guilt.

"Do you think they're right? Is this my fault somehow?"

"Did you kill him?" Tony asked simply.

Peter flinched. "Of course not!"

"Then don't worry about it." He squeezed his shoulder. Peter turned around and looked at his face. He was such a comfort to have in these moments. Even if none of this affected him. It wasn't his fault he wasn't great at emotional advice. At least he was here.

"Thank you for coming, Tony. I don't think I can do this alone."

The man gave him a small smile. "Anything for you, Peter."

He almost smiled back. "I think I'm ready to go now."

Tony offered his arm and Peter took it, glad for the comfort of physical contact. They walked back to Tony's car parked to the side of the narrow cemetery road. The shiny black metal was at contract in the natural landscape. It seemed cold. Yet those leather seats were warm as Peter sunk down in the passenger seat. He was safe in here. He was always safe with Tony. The man gave his hand a little squeeze before starting the car.

The drive was long and quiet. Tony grabbed a blanket from the back and wrapped him in it when he started to cry. He fell asleep leaning against the door. He woke each time the car stopped. Tony kept trying to feed him at every gas station fast food place, but he just wasn't hungry. And he fell asleep every time the tires touched the highway.

Tony had a cabin up in Maine. The long drive was well worth escaping the city. Getting away from whatever demon had cursed his life. At least here it would be just him and Tony. No boyfriends to get murdered and no murderers to come after him. He was safe here.

Tony made dinner. It was warm savory comfort food. Finally, Peter felt hungry. He couldn't remember the last time he actually ate, but Tony put a plate of chicken and gravy in front of him and he couldn't get enough. He finally felt himself relax. He was safe. Everything was okay now. And Tony was so easy to talk to. It was nice to laugh again.

They ended up sitting on the couch talking by the fire as the sun set.

"I know Quentin wasn't great for me," Peter admitted. "It still hurts that he's gone."

"That's normal," Tony said. "There's someone out there for you though. Someone who makes you happy." Peter looked away from the fire to Tony's face. Tony's eyes seemed to stare into his soul.

"Someone who loves you unconditionally, who makes you laugh. Makes you feel safe. Someone who would do anything for you."

Peter laughed awkwardly at his intensity. "Yeah, wouldn't that be nice."

A hand came to rest on top of his. "I would never allow anyone to hurt you, Peter."

"Thanks-"

"I know what they did to you. How Quentin was pushy even when you were unsure. How Harry didn't give you the time of day until he realized how easily he could have you. They didn't deserve you."

Peter pulled his hand back. "What are you saying?"

"You don't have to worry about boys like that anymore, Pete. I'll take care of you."

"That's really sweet Tony but-"

"But?" He raised his eyebrows. "I did all of this for you, Peter." Peter leaned away from him. What was he saying? Why was he so angry all of a sudden? Then he laughed lightly. "No, it's okay. You don't understand yet, but you will."

Peter looked at the man. Really looked at him. He seemed deranged in a way that made his hair stand on end. A sixth sense told him to run. He wasn't looking at a man, he was looking at a predator.

A hand stroked his hair and he flinched. Tony pretended not to notice. "You're smart. I'm sure you're putting it together. Don't be scared, sweetheart. It's just love. Love can make a man crazy."

"You killed them," Peter breathed.

Tony nodded. "I did. I saved you from them. You don't have to suffer sleeping with lesser men now. I know it was me you always wanted."

"Yeah..." Peter's hands were shaking. What should he do? He couldn't stay here with a murderer, but Tony wasn't going to just let him leave.

Tony smiled. "See, I knew you'd understand."

"Yeah, of course." Tony took his hand away and Peter was grateful when he changed the subject. It was concerning how easily he moved on as if murder were nothing at all. Peter almost thought he imagined the whole conversation. He tried not to let the terror show. He needed to stay calm, find a way out without pissing him off. He bit his lip to hold back the tears, but they came anyway.

"Oh sweetheart, don't cry." Tony reached for him and Peter pulled away. He just came closer until he could wrap his arm around him. His hand stroked his cheek. The concern in his eyes seemed almost real. Maybe it was to him. "You've been through a lot, I know it's scary. Let me help you."

Tony left the couch looking for something. Peter glanced at the door. It was just around the corner of the couch. He could make it if he was quick. He glanced at Tony again. His back was to him. He could make it. He could...

Peter lurched to his feet and ran, but his fingers fumbled on the lock. When he grabbed the handle and pulled the chain snapped tight. Tony grabbed him around the waist and the sharp prick of a needle stung his neck.

"It's okay, Peter," Tony cooed. He dropped the syringe and pet his hair. "It's okay. Sleep tight, Petey."

Dull light from the window woke him as the sun rose. For a moment he was groggy. He rubbed his eyes, sore and raw from crying.

Peter watched Tony's chest rise and fall. He was still asleep. If there was going to be an opportunity, this was it. He moved slowly, dragging himself across the bed in such small increments it felt as if the floor were miles away. When his feet finally touched cold wood, he froze, watching Tony's face. When he gave no sign of waking, Peter slipped out and laid the blanket down carefully in his place.

He tiptoed through the cabin until he found his shoes and jacket. Then he faced the door. Was there an alarm? He didn't see one. He didn't see Tony's car keys anywhere either. His head was scrambling, trying to come up with a plan, but he had no idea where he was. He wouldn't even recognize the roads since he slept the whole way up. He looked at Tony still asleep on the bed. The best thing to do was to get away. Find help. He couldn't just stand there waiting.

He turned the dead bolt. Then he unhooked the chain. He didn't look back to see if Tony woke. If he broke his momentum he'd freeze. He turned the lock on the door knob and opened the door. Then he was out.

Peter closed the door slowly behind them and turned the knob so the latch wouldn't click. He walked carefully down the steps, but once his feet hit the grass he ran.

The morning air was cold enough to sting his face. The low light of the rising sun cast shadows in the trees that heightened his paranoia. He hadn't gotten far when behind him heard a bang.

"Oh, Peter!" Tony called back in the direction of the house. "Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?"

The sound of his voice made him stumble and he realized how much noise he was making. If he could hear Tony, then Tony could probably hear him. He stopped and crouched with his back to a tree. What should he do?

Tony went quiet. He couldn't hear anything. No yelling, no footsteps. He risked a look around the tree trunk and saw nothing. Maybe he'd gone the wrong way. Maybe he thought Peter would follow the road. Too many maybes. There was nothing he could do but run again.

Tree roots threatened to trip him if he didn't look down. Branches smacked him in the face when he didn't look up. This forest was old and dense and unfriendly to someone who didn't know the first thing about nature. He tried not to think about what that meant when he was being chased by someone who spent the fall season using this place for a hunting cabin.

"Run, Peter Rabbit, run!" Tony's voice laughed through the trees.

He was too close. Peter was afraid to look back and see how close. He was younger, more spry, that had to be enough of an advantage right? He could out run him.

Pain stole all thought from his mind. He screamed, vision going white, and fell forward onto the ground. He rolled through the leaves and stopped on his back, holding his thigh. Blood dripped between his fingers.

He tried to examine the wound, but the sight of blood and tissue made his head spin. He dragged himself to his feet, sobbing through the pain, and started running again. Adrenaline pushed the pain to the back of his mind but not for long. He felt cold and tired. He took his jacket off and tied the arms above the wound as tight as he could get it. It wasn't enough. He knew it wasn't. Tony was going to catch him.

He dropped to the ground, but he kept crawling. He won't kill me. He wants me alive. He told himself.

Tony tisked behind him. "Were you even trying to get away? You left quite a trail." Leaves crunched as he came closer. A foot planted on the back of his wounded thigh made him scream. For a moment he thought he might pass out. Maybe it would be better if he did. He couldn't look at him, couldn't pull his head up from the dirt. He didn't know the monster that stood over him.

"Sweetheart," Tony crouched beside him. "You can't get away from me." He ran his fingers gently through his hair only to grab a fistful at the nape of his neck and pull his head to the side. His pupils were so wide that his eyes gleamed. Peter's stomach twisted as he realized the mistake he'd made. It was the chase that thrilled him.

"Let me go." He could taste dirt stuck in his teeth, but that was the least of his problems.

"If I let you go you'll bleed out. Is that what you want? Do you want to die in these woods where no one will ever find your body?"

"You don't want to kill me, Tony. You love me, don't you?"

He smiled sweetly. "You know how much I love you, but if dying cold and alone is what you really want..."

He let go of his hair and his head dropped back to the ground. He barely had the strength to lift it again. "No, please," Peter whimpered. "Help me please, Tony."

A gentle hand stroked his hair. He couldn't see what the man was doing, but he felt him moving. Then something slid over his back like an uncoiling rope. His arms were pulled up over his head.

"What are you doing?"

"I caught a rabbit, didn't I?" Peter struggled as he looped the rope around his wrists, but he was quick and the rope dug into his skin as he pulled. Tony stepped off of him and tied the length around a thin tree. He pulled a knife from his hip and a grin spread across his face. "I have to make sure my rabbit doesn't get away while I skin him."

"What? No!" Peter squirmed, but Tony pinned him with a hand between his shoulders. He felt the knife scrape over his lower back where his shirt had ridden up and he still. "Please- please," he sobbed.

The knife slipped under the fabric of his jeans. Tony pulled up and the cotton split. He ran the knife down to his ankle on one side then cut through the other.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting a better look at this leg." Peter couldn't help the pathetic sounds he made as fingers prodded at the wound in his thigh. "You want the good news or the bad news first?"

"What's the bad news?"

"Well actually," Tony laughed. "It's the same either way. You're not gonna bleed out."

"What do you mean?" He couldn't put together what part of that was the bad news and Tony didn't give him a chance to think it over before he told him without saying a word. The cold edge of his knife found the fabric of his briefs and in hardly a second the fabric was torn and his ass was bare.

Peter kicked with his good leg and tried to squirm away, but Tony climbed on top of him, knees hugging his thighs. "Tony stop! Stop, please- don't!"

"Don't start begging just yet, kiddo. You'll get me too excited. I want this to last."

Peter sobbed. He clawed at the ground but he couldn't crawl away and there was no shaking the man off. He was only hurting himself as he grew more fatigued. He felt Tony's cock, hard and hot against his ass. He let his head fall into the dirt, tears making mud on his cheeks.

"Spit or blood?" Tony mused. His hand covered the hole in his thigh and he pushed. Peter screamed, he felt blood gush out into his palm. He was so dizzy and cold now. He didn't react other than to moan in pain as Tony forced his cock inside him.

Tony sighed as he bottomed out. "So perfect for me aren't you?" Peter trembled. He cried into the dirt as Tony moved his hips, slowly, fucking him like they were lovers and his cock wasn't slick with Peter's own blood. It hurt as the blood dried and turned sticky, but Tony didn't stop as he cried harder.

"Please stop," Peter begged. "Please Tony please!"

Tony groaned. "Fuck, keep begging."

Peter bit his lip, disgusted to hear him getting off on his pain, but Tony grabbed him by the hair and growled in his ear. "You want this to be over don't you? Open your slutty fucking mouth and beg me or we'll do this until the sun sets."

"Please! Let me go," Peter sobbed. "Stop please- it hurts!"

"Fuck, that's it." Tony let go of his hair. He pulled his cock from his tortured ass, a hand on his lower back pinned him in place. Tony groaned as he came and Peter shuddered, feeling hot cum splatter on his ass and in the hole in his thigh. "Fuck," he groaned again.

Tony sat panting for a moment. Then he got up and untied Peter's hand. He was too tired and in too much pain to move. He didn't even complain when Tony rolled him onto his back and picked him up.

He carried him back in the direction they had come. "Don't worry, Petey. I'll get you patched up and in a week or two you'll be ready to run again."

#marvel #starker #nff #non/con

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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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*puts 'What's New Pussycat' 21 times in your Diner Jukebox and 'It's Not Unusual' somewhere random in between*

*sits at a random table waiting for Celia, who definitely knows what I've done*

Don't look at me like that, there's a reason why I'm doing this.

Okay, I don't really have a real reason. I just thought it would be funny after everything going on in the Ghost Zone.

You know that old fairy tale? Of the Princess Who Doesn't Laugh?

No?

Well, it isn't as well-known. The version I know if is of this princess who hasn't been able to laugh since her mother died, and the person who manages to make her laugh will be her spouse and new King of the Kingdom.

The Ghost King's sibling, Princess Jasmine, had been apathetic lately. Us ghosts think it's the immortality being liminal gave her. Immortals gets bored after the first few hundred years, y'know?

But... His Highness believes that she's... well... heartsick? Which is stupid, because I've never been much for romance myself. But, I guess when you've got most of your life together, you do get ready to take the next step, amiright? Marriage. Family. All that romantic shit.

*receives burger* Thanks.

Most of us ghosts has now tried to woo her, but His Highness put a stop to the wooing. Instead, he put out this... contest. Whoever manages to make Princess Jasmine smile will be a 'candidate'. Not a guarantee, but a 'candidate'. Which means that even when you've managed to make her smile or laugh, she still has the means to turn you away.

I love His Highness for doin' that.

There's this little problem, though. The contest isn't limited to ghosts. Anyone from the living could also participate, and once they win the heart of Princess Jasmine and marry her, they'll receive the same liminality she got.

So, everyone's super surprised when this... this... kid from years ago with your Gotham Robin colors dropped into the courtroom and managed to make her smile! And Laugh! Princess Jasmine didn't let him be part of the contest because he's, well, a kid. Kudos to her. The contest was paused after that, because her motherly and sisterly instincts activated just by being with the kid. And, when you're a ghost kid, you don't actually grow. You learn more, yeah. But your childish tendencies don't really mature.

Anyways. He made her happy, so us ghosts just left it alone. Maybe her obsession was caregiving or some shit, so when His Highness became independent and really didn't need his sister anymore, she had nothing to do.

Then, the kid disappeared. And Princess Jasmine was back to being sad.

But here's the thing, the Kid is back. Just last week. He's alive, he's taller (not as tall as our Princess, though!), he's rougher, and he's... he's... *holds face in hands* HE'S HOT. HE'S NO LONGER THE CUTE SUNSHINE BOY THAT FELL INTO THE THRONE ROOM.

I thought the Princess Jasmine was going to turn him away, because he doesn't seem like the type to activate motherly instincts anymore (maybe just mommy instincts-- *is bonked* OW! Yeah, I probably deserved that)

But no, the... the man (Oh Ancients, he's a MAN), the first thing he does is drop his bad boy persona and turn back to the cute boy that fell into the throne room, AND CRACK THE LAMEST JOKE I'VE EVER HEARD.

It was so quiet, I was feeling secondhand embarrassment for him.

BUT THEN.

PRINCESS JASMINE.

LAUGHED.

SHE LAUGHED WITH TEARS.

It was the most beautiful sound in the Ghost Zone that got even His Highness crying with happiness.

*wipes eyes*

After that, the two decided to reconnect. King Danny even removed the bad ectoplasm in his system. And...

Well..

For the past week...

*smiles*

*gestures to a table near the window, which had Jasmine laughing at Jason seething with frustration over the music. Jasmine then says something, which calms Jason down, and they begin talking about cutesy couple-y stuff.*

Yeah...

*It's Not Unusual starts playing*

*everyone sighs with relief*

Anyways, *hands you some sharpened shoulder blades of Mammoths* Thanks for listening to me. Have a good one, Celia! The Burgers are delicious!

*After heading out, a few minutes later, one Batman cries loudly in frustration when What's New Pussycat plays in the Jukebox, causing Jasmine and Jason to find out that they're being stalked by the Batfam*

first of all anon, thank you for being the person who started the entire celia bones thing because holy shit it's been so fun watching people make lore and create concepts of the diner. (at least I'm 99% sure its you cause its the same writing style.)

In thanks, I did a very speedy lil doodle for ya <3

and now, on to answering this prompt. The story of the Princess Who Doesn't Laugh is quite a wonderous tale. I appreciate your gracious tip and story. Come back again!

From what I hear, The ghost child was there for many years but the day he vanished, oh that day is known around the entire Ghost Zone. Ghosts claim that they could hear the Princess's wails of sorrow throughout the entire Zone.

Hearing that he's back is quite a surprise. I can agree that the Princess has a type and I admire it Heavily. The man grew up a lot. More so than a person should in those years of being back in the living realm.

It's interesting. The Princess hasn't laughed in so long. Some even rumored that her laughter was a form of blessing. to be bestowed the honor of letting the princess experience joy was incredible in and of itself. The possible magical wards and protections said to be given to the jokester have been claimed to be simple spells to some of the most complex magical enchantments that the Ghost Zone has ever seen.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #bones replies #celia bones #anon

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Long Road - Chapter 10 - Avoidance

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Gimmi flew around Marinette’s room. She was careful to avoid the windows, screens, and vanity mirror while she looked for a place to nap. She figured she’d have time for a short rest before Marinette returned. She ducked down under a window with the door to Marinette’s room slammed against the floor. She was startled and flew up into the window’s reflection. She glanced at it briefly before she ducked back down as Marinette danced around.

“Oh, Gimmi, I had a wonderful time! You should have heard Kitty Section. They’re getting so amazingly good. Especially Luka,” Marinette added with a sigh.

“Uh-huh. You said that the last time too. And the time before that.”

“That’s because it’s true. You know, you should join me sometime. I’m sure you’d love them, and Luka.”

“Right. Would the girl with Longg be there?”

“Mylene. She used to before she and Ivan broke up. She tries to attend for Juleka and Rose but doesn’t feel too comfortable with Ivan there.”

“Well, maybe. Not likely, but maybe.”

“I wish you would though. You just have to see them. And Luka, too.”

Gimmi deadpanned and hung her head in defeat. “Ok, I’ll bite. This Luka is the same you dated before, right?”

“Well, I mean, yeah. It was a little bit of a mess with me being Ladybug and you know I couldn’t tell anyone, so I was always lying to him. I felt bad and broke up with him because I couldn’t be honest with him. But this isn’t like that. We’re just really good friends.”

“Really? Just a really good friend? Is that why I have to sit here and listen to you prattle on about all the little things he does? Is that why even when I’m lingering in the Unseen, I hear you sigh and whisper his name with a dreamy look in your eye? Is that why every one of your male models for your designs look exactly like him?”

“They do not! And I don’t do any of those things.”

Gimmi flew to Marinette’s bulletin board, careful to avoid reflective surfaces on her way. She pulled a photo with Luka in it and turned to one of Marinette’s latest designs. She held the photo up next to the drawing and stared at Marinette.

“You can’t tell me there’s a very striking similarity,” Gimmi remarked.

“It’s a coincidence. Nothing more.”

Gimmi flipped through the sketchbook. She stopped at each male model and held the photo next to it.

“Uh, well, coincidence?” Marinette attempted.

“Marinette.”

“What? There’s nothing there. I mean, he’s got to have moved on from me, right? I mean, I’m nothing special. Sure, he said I was an extraordinary girl, clear as a music note, and sincere as a melody. And that I was the music that had been playing in his head since the day we met, but I’m sure he’s completely moved on some me. We’re just… friends.”

“And have you, I don’t know, talked to him about it?”

“Nope.”

Gimmi’s eye twitched as she put the photo down. She shifted into her human form and smacked the back of Marinette’s head.

“Ow! That hurt! Why’d you do that?”

“Because you annoy me.”

“What did I do?”

“Do you not hear yourself? You clearly have a crush on Luka again.”

“What? No! I just really appreciate him.”

“Lies! What I’ve seen and heard tells me otherwise. Now to hear that you cling to his original love confession just seals it. How can you be so willfully ignorant?”

“I am not. I had a crush on him once, but I don’t now. I just appreciate him as a friend. Besides, I don’t have time for romance right now anyway. I have to focus on preparing for high school and working on my blog. Oh! Do you think I can get Luka to help with being a model for my blog? And what if I go to the same high school as him? Wouldn’t that be crazy?”

Gimmi took a sharp breath. She phased up to Marinette’s bed, grabbed a pillow, and screamed into it.

“What’s wrong with you?” Marinette asked.

“You! You and all mortals! How can you be so blind to reality?”

Marinette took a step back. “What do you mean?”

Gimmi phased down and stood in front of Marinette. “Do you think I just speak to speak? That I don’t have a point to make? Do you think me like anyone else in your finite life, or like the other kwamis that would live in their own delusions as any mortal would?”

“N-no. I just-.”

“I am reality, Marinette. Cold, harsh reality. I won’t play into any make-believe or fantasies you’ve made for yourself. You can push me away, refuse me, but one thing will remain and that is I am what you and everyone else refuses to acknowledge. You’ve fallen for Luka again and you don’t want to admit it because you hurt him. You’re afraid he’ll hold that against you. You’d rather convince yourself with false logic to spare yourself the possible rejection. Say what you want, but I know I’m right.”

Marinette took a shaky breath as tears rimmed her eyes. “Yeah, you are right. Maybe instead of boasting about being reality, you could help.”

“What?”

“You’re right. I’m terrified that Luka will hold that against me. I’m scared that he has moved on, and I’ll be left with these feelings. Knowing that I messed up and ruined things. To always carry that regret because I ruined something that could have been great just by being me. I just… I don’t want to take that chance without knowing, you know?”

“Maybe if you stopped to pay attention instead of hiding in your delusions, you’d see. You don’t need magic to read a person’s face, body language, or actions. You just need to not be stupid.”

“I. Am not. Stupid!”

“I have yet to see otherwise, Marinette.”

“Fine. You want to see, I’ll show you. I’ll figure out if Luka feels the same about me, then I’ll confess. But I only will if I know for sure.”

Gimmi met Marinette’s glare, then smiled. “Good. Look in the eyes. They are the windows to you mortals’ souls. If you ever doubt a mortal’s face, look to the eyes and you’ll see their soul laid bare for all to see.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes. Like you. Your face matches your eyes. Fierce, angry, and determined, but beyond the surface, I can see the shroud of fear.”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “Woah.”

“Now try it with me.”

Marinette pursed her lips as Gimmi’s face went stoic. She gulped as she looked for any emotion to point out, but Gimmi’s face held none. She looked into Gimmi’s eyes but struggled to place any emotion they held. She mulled over what she could identify when Gimmi’s eyes darkened with intense fear. She opened her mouth when Gimmi broke her stare and turned away.

“Gimmi? Are you ok? You looked… scared.”

“I’m fine. I just… don’t like looking into reflective surfaces.”

“Reflective surfaces? You know, now that you mention it, I’ve noticed you’ve been avoiding windows and mirrors for a couple weeks now. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah. I just… I don’t like looking at my reflection.”

Marinette tilted her head. She grabbed a hand mirror and held it up. She smiled at her reflection next to Gimmi’s.

“See? You look good. Just like you always do.”

Gimmi’s face paled. “I don’t see what you do.”

“Huh? What do you see?”

“A reality I’ve yet to understand.”

“What real-.”

Gimmi vanished, cutting off Marinette.

Marinette hummed and looked back at her reflection. She wondered what Gimmi really saw but put a pin in it. She sat down and propped the mirror up before she grabbed her sketchbook. She took a deep breath as she settled in to draw and watch her eyes. She would figure out how to read people. She’d prove to Gimmi that she wasn’t stupid. She’d make sure to use the help she was given.

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i just read a little life and here's a messy review of the book by saying my opinion on people's takes on it

[THERE WILL BE SPOILERS] also dont expect this to be professional etc

i want to start off by saying that this book is like willem's movie "life after death"; either people absolutely loved it or people hated it. and i fucking love this. would i be rereading it? probably not. but would i think of jude for the rest of my days? yes.

the thing i keep reading about from the people who didnt like it is that a) it's a trauma porn, b.) it's lengthy with various of unnecessary parts, and c.) its just a sad book with a sad ending.

something that i dont really understand is people's need and urge and want to always, always read a book expecting a happy ending. ("and books lied, they made things prettier"). spoiler alert: life isnt like that! its ugly and u cant always run away from its ugliness, no matter how hard you try. no matter how hard jude tried. and i always had this hunch, when i was first reading it, that it wont end the way i'll like it, but still i hope and hope and hoped for jude and for all of them, and thats just the Human part of me. my in denial.

as someone who struggled from mental health, i actually guiltily thought in the middle of the book, "why hasnt he k!lled himself yet?" even before jude's attempt. i cant handle the thought of putting myself in his situation and pushing through, and that's the reality as well. you thought about it and yet , complying to it somehow makes you think that the hyenas won. that brother luke won, that dr traylor won. and the thing about jude is he always try. he tried to get through life, he tried to accept romance in his life, he tried and he tries to accept everyone's devotion and help because even though he feels like he doesn't deserve it; he feels like he owes them that at least. to try.

i can see how people, especially the first ones when it just came out, may be put off by the tones and the topics of this book, but as years went by and it grows in popularity, the trigger warnings had been set. one thing ive set my mind to when i bought the book is the advice i was given: to only read it when im in a stable stage of my life, and that's why it took me almost a year before i started reading it after buying it. the triggers are listed for anyone to see. YES. those things do happen in real life. those things, esp the rape and physical mental and verbal abuse DO come in hand majority of the time. the book is not trauma dumping or a trauma porn: it simply tells. (imo, its on YOU if u think this is a trauma porn. imo, it says a lot about you as a person).

the book is lengthy because it is intended to be, the "unnecessary parts" are not just fillers but a stepping stone to unraveling jude's past, to fully grasp the situation. they are there for a reason. you can skim through the book if you want to avoid them: but believe me when i say you wont fully get the book if you do. the book is not meant to be enjoyed. its meant to tell a story, to make you feel things for the characters, may it be pity or joy or anger.

jude is not meant to be understood or to help or to be pitied at, hes meant to exist. and those things are something that was given to him willingly by the people he loved. and the characters are all flawed. andy is a bad doctor, willem is lovable and maybe had too much love, malcolm is perfect (i love him so much), jb is infuriating most of the times, harold shouldve pushed more. they all shouldve pushed more, but they cant. because the way they love is also flawed and it gets in the way, because judy is also flawed. hes stubborn and confusing. but those are traits that makes them all human.

ive reblogged this before but ill say it again: ik its a meme, but not everything can be solved through therapy. again, it took jude YEARS to finally tell willem his past– willem. willem who jude probably trust with his life, who he lets help him and seeked out for him when he was bleeding to death from cutting too much. you think jude would talk to a shrink he barely knows? someones whos literally paid to talk to him? not even jb and malcolm knew.

smth i wanna address that i rlly dont get is people who claims it's homophobic, and i really and genuinely cant see it, as a lesbian person myself. every talk about sexuality (if there even is any thats worth noting for this part), had come naturally. everyone existed how people exist with each other. even when willem and jude got together, theres barely any talk about willem's sexuality. also, hot take (/s): sexuality is confusing!! not everyone wants to label themselves. ive known multiple ppl who majorly likes girls only, but have fallen for their recent boyfriend. it happens, surprise! not everyone wants to put themselves in a box.

in conclusion: i think people expects this book to turn out for the better as a psychological response. surprise, it doesn't. my opinion? it's not meant to be enjoyed. i dont recommend this to anyone but only because it IS devastating and im a sadist if i want people to experience those feelings the book will brought. however, the characters, the delivery of the story and the pacing, and hanya's god bowing writing style are what makes this book GREAT. great ≠ happy ending, just like how sad ending ≠ bad book. thanks!

#a little life #jude st francis #willem ragnarsson #jb marion #malcolm irvine #harold stein #book review #rant

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ONE-ON-ONE: Kim Seokjin One-Shot

What better than a Seokjin One-shot when we are missing our moon? Hope you guys enjoy this little slice of Seokjin to refuel your soul.

{Main Pairings:} Kim Seokjin x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Word Count:} 7,700 Words

{Genre:} Office Romance: CEO/Employee

{Summary:} An annual office banquet has some of your coworkers glorified while you sit lacking the recognition you know you deserve. When your best friend convinces you to let loose, you end up falling into bed with a handsome stranger for a night of drunk sex.

{Warnings:} Smut, Sexual Content, Language, Alcohol, Degradation, Drunk Sex, Office Sex, Impact Play

Deep reverberations echo throughout the hotel ballroom as the bass of the loud music thumps against your ear drums. Your eyes shift amongst the elegantly decorated space, your company's logo proudly displayed on the screens dressing the small stage in the back center of the space. You shift your gaze to one of your coworkers proudly clasping a plaque with the words Employee of the Year etched into the metal plaque accompanying the marble.

You shake your head as you watch him act obnoxiously surprised about the entire situation. “Can you believe Taehyung actually got Employee of the year?”

“Well, he spends all of his time kissing the CEO's ass. Of course, he was going to win.” You hear someone mutter beside you as your eyes find the sight of your best friend as she downs yet another glass of expensive champagne.

You can’t help but roll your eyes as she shamelessly indulges in all of the free alcohol she could possibly consume without blacking out drunk. “Margo, should you really be drinking that much at a company party?” You lift a brow suspiciously as she waves off your comment with a flick of her wrist.

“We’re off the clock.” She offers as her defense, lifting her shoulders nonchalantly as she glances down at the untouched glass of champagne in your hands. “You know, you should really let loose for once.” She suggests, nudging into you as she peers around at the selection of men in suits. “Who knows, you might even find someone to fuck.”

You feel your cheeks flush beet red as your eyes widen from her vulgar remarks. “Margo!” You quickly smack your hand against her shoulder, glancing around to see if anyone overheard her ludacris ideas.

“Ow.” She groans, rubbing her palm against the flesh of her arm to soothe the gentle sting from your assault. “When’s the last time you actually slept with a man?” She raises a brow accusingly, knowing your ammunition for this argument is nonexistent. She was right. It’s been months since your most recent breakup and while others moved on with their lives, you dedicated your free time to your career simply to avoid the pressures of dating.

Your silence was the clarification she was waiting for as she wraps an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to her. “Half of these men don’t even work in our department. It’s not like you’ll have to see them again after tonight.” She offers, lifting her eyebrows suggestively as she spots a handsome blonde glaring at her from across the room. “Well, if you’re not going to indulge, I will.” She hums happily as she pushes past you to seek out the company of a new possible conquest.

You watch her parade through the crowd, overwhelmed by her reluctance to let you forget that you overwork yourself and overthink situations like tonight. Would it really be that bad to enjoy a night of pleasure with a complete stranger? You glance down at your attire, noticing that your cream-colored ribbed sweater vastly differs from the daring necklines adorning the bodies of other women attending the party. While you also sported a flirtatious business-appropriate pencil skirt, the others seemed to have an elevated sense of sexual confidence compared to your own.

You sigh as you shake off the thoughts, bringing your glass to your lips, tipping your head back as you take a sizable swig of champagne, and cringing slightly as the sting of alcohol hits your throat. You bravely down the remainder of your glass, feeling the warmth of the beverage radiate in your chest as your irises shift to find the open bar at the back of the ballroom. You lean against the lavish bartop, placing your glass down in search of something to help distract you from the vast array of men parading around you. “A lemon drop please.”

You press your forearms against the edge of the counter, letting a drawn-out sigh escape your lips, your mind whirling with all of the efforts you made this past year to advance your role at the company. While kissasses like Taehyung were rewarded for their annoying persistence, hard workers like yourself ended up with another year of tireless work to receive little to no recognition.

Once the bartender offers you the sweet yellow liquor that was swishing deliciously inside a martini glass, you quickly grab ahold of the glass, thanking the bartender before moving to the side to allow others to place their order. You sit upon one of the stools lining the bar as you bring the rim of the glass to your lips, sucking in the dangerously easy liquid to drink as the warmth in your chest continues to grow.

As you place your glass down on the bar top, you hear a boisterous laugh resounding over the chatter of the party's ambiance, causing you to snap your head in its direction. Your hues settle on Taehyung who is obnoxiously thanking a group of individuals that just complimented him on his win. You can’t seem to place the men surrounding him except for one. The chief executive of the office has his arm draped around Taehyung’s shoulders, patting him on the back as he proposes a toast to the man who supposedly caused the company so much growth.

Your eyes shift onto one of the strangers beside them, noticing every one of his devilishly handsome features as you peer in his direction. You can’t seem to recognize him, scanning your mind for which department he might be from. You watch as the CEO continues on his journey to mingle, leaving Taehyung surrounded by a few men from the tech department and the mystery man that seems to be drawing your attention to him despite Taehyung’s obnoxious presence.

“What can I say? It must just come naturally to me.” Taehyung proudly boasts as his ego swells from the amount of attention he is receiving. You can’t help but roll your eyes, not realizing that the subtle movement of your pupils caught the attention of your mystery man. You glance back down toward your glass, taking another sip to drown out your growing jealousy, knowing that you were the one deserving of the recognition.

Just as the rim of your glass left your lips and the sting of the alcohol added to your tipsy demeanor, you notice a presence hovering beside you, turning to find the handsome stranger who took initiative to seek you out. His back was pressed into the bar as he leaned against the structure, peering in the opposite direction from you as he studied Taehyung. “Seems like he has quite the ego.”

His comment causes you to chuckle sarcastically, the alcohol in your system allowing you to speak your mind more so than you typically would. “Please, there's not enough room in here for anyone else’s ego when he's around.” You mutter, lifting your glass to take another jealousy-drowning sip.

You hear a charming laugh echo from beside you, peering up from your glass to see his friendly gaze was now studying your demeanor. “I don’t believe we’ve formally met. I’m Seokjin.” He offers you an extending hand as you hesitantly place your glass back onto the counter.

His hand feels calloused and soft all at once, feeling the flex of his muscles as he offers you a sturdy handshake. His torso is dressed in a freshly pressed button-down with a few buttons left unfastened to create an alluring view of his chest. There was a simple pair of black frames resting on the bridge of his nose, only enhancing his model-like physique as he leans forward to speak to you over the loud environment. “And you are?” He continues on, realizing that you’ve been ogling the sight of his handsome features versus actually answering him.

“I’m y/n.” You quickly stutter, wishing you could slap yourself for looking so foolish.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He smiles at the sound of your name, releasing your hand before gesturing towards the bartender.

“I haven’t seen you around. Which department do you work for?” You ask curiously, taking another sip of your drink as the alcohol continues to give you the much-needed courage to speak to such an attractive individual.

“I’m new to the company actually.” He answers quickly, keeping his gaze on the approaching bartender as he turns his body to face the bar. “My first day is tomorrow.” He peers towards you, wondering how you’ll react to his statement, thankful that the alcohol seems to be preventing you from thinking about it much further and asking more questions.

“An old-fashioned please, and another lemon drop for the lady.” He adds charmingly, causing your cheeks to flush as he offers you a flirtatious glance and smirk.

You peer down at your glass realizing that through your annoyance with Taehyung, you managed to drink the entire beverage. You peer back at Seokjin, instantly floored by the way his handsome physique morphed into the same look a hunter would give his prey. “I’ll have you know, the “buying the girl a drink” tactic doesn’t work on me.” You bravely announce as the alcohol in your system begins to cloud your judgment.

Seokjin merely smirks in your direction, his gaze flicking up and down your body as he leans his elbows into the counter. “Hm, and what does work on such a stunning woman like yourself?”

You feel your mouth go dry as you choke back your surprise, realizing that this handsome man was genuinely flirting with you. You can’t help but think back on Margo’s words. Maybe tonight would be the night you actually allow yourself to indulge in some well-deserved fun. After all, it’s not like you’d cross paths with this man again which is why you add with a sensual flare to your voice, “That’s for me to know, and for you to figure out.”

Seokjin let a growl fester in his throat as he grasps his drink from the counter, holding it up to offer you a toast. “I’ll get right on it.”

—

The sound of the hotel door slamming shut causes you to jolt in Seokjin’s arms as you both become a mixture of tongue and teeth, savagely making out with each other from your elevator ride up to the room. Neither of you imagined getting lost in the sensations of a stranger after a celebratory evening to honor your company's successes. Thankfully Seokjin already had a reservation for the evening, allowing you both to slip away from the party without being noticed.

You feel the breath get knocked from your lungs as your back surges against the wall of the hotel room, completely pinned in place as Seokjin begins to trail his lips beyond the borders of your lips along your jawbone. You gasp at the mere force of his desire, hijacking any logic remaining in his mind as you both become a swirl of intoxicated lust. “Let’s get this sweater off of you.” He hums against your skin as his hands trail up your sides, pushing the fabric along with his hands as he tugs it up and over your head.

He lets out a deep groan at the sight of your lace bra, providing him with a delicious display of your breasts perfectly accentuated by your choice of undergarments. “Damn, you look perfect.” His voice dips smoothly as his eyebrows pull together, taking in the image of you displayed before him.

He leans back in to continue kissing you. “Turn around.” You hear him breathe against your neck as his lips trail down towards your shoulders, his hands gripping your waist as he helps guide you to face the wall, pressing your chest and stomach into the solid surface. His hands flirt with the edge of your pencil skirt, finding the zipper that was tucked in the back as he effortlessly tugs it down.

It doesn’t take long for the material to loosen from your hips as it slips to the floor, revealing the matching panties you suddenly felt so thankful to have chosen to wear under your modest attire. “What a sight, sweetheart.” You hear his enthusiasm as his hands travel down your hips, feeling a sharp sting as a groan erupts from his chest at the sight of your ass jiggling from his tap.

You feel heated under his gaze, peering back over your shoulder. “What, am I the only one undressed?” You’re thankful for the liquid courage as you turn to face Seokjin, watching as his hands release his pawing at your flesh while he moves to unbutton the fabric, keeping you from witnessing more of him.

He moves slowly, taking his time as each release of a button allows you another small glimpse of his figure. You find your eyes glued to his hands, watching the veins in his arms flex as moves his attention to the next one.

You find yourself desperate to run your hands across his chest, bravely moving to aid him in undressing himself as he smirks in satisfaction. You knew his slow pace was his method of teasing you, thrilled to see his strategy working as you practically clawed his dress shirt from his torso.

“Someone’s eager to get fucked.” His smirk is teasing however he wasn’t wrong. It’s been far too long since you’ve enjoyed the company of a man and you’d be damned if you let this handsome specimen walk out without having his way with you.

Once you tug the fabric of his shirt off his body, you move your attention to his pants, your fingers helplessly fiddling with the clasp of his belt. “Just shut up and fuck me.” Your impatience only adds to the sexual frustration building within you, eager to have Seokjin pound you into the sheets of the king bed waiting just beyond the threshold.

“Oh, trust me.” His voice darkens as he dips his hand down to your ass, grasping your thighs to guide you into his arms as he wraps your legs around his waist. “I’m gonna fuck you so damn good, you’ll be seeing stars.”

Your body ignites in an insatiable heat as he walks you toward the bed, savagely conquering the air from your lungs as he drops you into the plush comforter, crawling on top of you as if he was ready to devour every inch of your body.

—

The dull pounding in your head serves as a brutal reminder of your choices the previous evening, your hangover hitting you harder than you anticipated as you sit awaiting this morning’s staff debriefing. You swivel your chair back and forth as your head rests in your palms, grateful that you were amongst one of the first to arrive in the conference room.

As each of your relevant coworkers enters the space, you flash them a warm smile despite the urge to stand up to shut off the lights, hoping your coffee and headache medication kicks in sooner rather than later.

You hear the click of the conference room door once again, peering up to find Margo walking in with her usual finesse. You shrink in your chair as she seeks out the available seat beside you, grinning mischievously as she places her coffee down in front of her. “You look terrible.” She hums in amusement, raising her eyebrows as she overlooks the strain of your eyes against the fluorescent lighting of the office. She notices the after-sex glow accompanying your headache, her eyes widening as she pokes your side persistently. “Oh my gosh!” She gasps, lowering her voice to whisper closer to your ear. “You got laid, didn’t you?”

You flash her an annoyed glare, smacking the backside of your hand against her arm. “Margo, seriously?” You groan, peering around to see if any of your other coworkers noticed the exchange, thankful to find them all invested in conversations with others and peering down at their devices.

“What?” She retaliates before shifting her chair to face you. “Who was it? Was he handsome?” She continues to pester in a hushed tone as you drop your face into your hands, accepting that there was no way she’d let you get away without telling her.

“He's new to the company.” You admit softly, keeping your voice low enough for just her ears to hear.

Her eyes brighten with pride, glad to see you finally took her advice and let loose. “What was his name? Was the sex good?” She teases, nudging your side gently with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

“Margo…” You scold before seeing the childlike glee plaguing her face. You shake your head, giving into your best friend's charm as a blush creeps over your face. “Seokjin.” You confirm before biting your bottom lip gently.

“And the sex?” She continues on her route of pursuit, causing you to laugh in amazement at her relentlessness.

Your mind flashes back to every delicious memory from your dalliance with the stranger, causing even more heat to flush over your features. “Really good.” You admit, gnawing on the inside of your cheek.

You hear Margo’s soft chuckle from beside you as you’re left with the memories of your heated drunk sex. Your skin crawls at the recollection of Seokjin’s touch against your skin, vivid images of the way he commanded your body swirling in your mind.

The conference room door clicks open again as Taehyung walks in with a prideful gleam on his face from earning his new title at the company banquet. He ends up taking the empty seat across from you, flashing you an arrogant boxy smile before turning his attention to mingle with the man beside him. You glance over to Margo, catching her gaze before rolling your eyes.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s get this meeting started.” You hear as you watch Mr.Kim enter the room. Both you and Margo twirl in your seats to face the table as you open your notepad and take hold of the pen right beside it. Your eyes trace your notebook, expecting a typical morning meeting before your boss suddenly addressed the group as an entirety. “Before we get started, I’d like to formally announce my immediate retirement.”

The room fills with gasps of surprise, some genuine while others were blatantly exaggerated merely to fluff the ego of the chief executive officer. You sit back in your chair, stunned by the news as the men and women around you begin to pose questions and express their dismay at the sudden change in management. You glance towards Margo whose face is turned away from the rest of the table as you see her mouth moving to express her sentiments. “About time.”

You chuckle softly as you reach for your coffee, bringing the paper cup to your lips to take a sip of the much-needed caffeine. You see the door open once more, not paying much attention to whoever walks in as you shift your eyes down to your coffee cup. The warm liquid is the perfect distraction from the sudden news as you let the caffeine wake you up before Margo’s voice captures your attention. “Who’s that?” You hear Margo mumble from beside you, lifting your gaze to find a man in a tailored suit entering the room. Your eyes study his features for a moment, the familiar exquisite details of the man causing your heart to sink to your stomach as he moves to stand directly beside your former boss.

You instantly bite back your gasp of surprise as you quickly place down your coffee cup, lifting your notebook to conceal you behind the blank pages. “Shit.” You breathe to yourself as you slide down in your chair to further hide behind your notebook. This couldn’t be happening. Maybe it was just a coincidence. There was no way this man could possibly be who you were thinking of.

The now-former CEO continues with his announcement, “With that, I’d like to introduce the man taking my position.” He turns his attention towards your mystery man from the night before, feeling your cheeks flush red behind the shield of your notebook. “My son, Kim Seokjin.” You hear him continue, dread seeping through your limbs as his name confirms your worst nightmare.

Margo quickly catches on to your efforts to conceal yourself, her eyebrows raising as she leans into you to whisper in your ear. “What are you doing?” She didn’t spare the judgment in your tone and glare as you continue to horribly slouch, embarrassment eating at you from within.

“That’s the guy.” You whisper, helplessly trying to keep your voice down.

Margo glances around, confused by your frantic tone. “What guy?”

You groan quietly, peering up over your notebook to see the men occupied in a conversation with the others. “That guy from yesterday.” You admit, speaking in hushed tones to keep your scandal on the down low, your voice clearly laced with the pain and humiliation of admitting that you had shameless drunk sex with the son of the owner of the company. Not to mention, he was now suddenly taking over his father’s position.

Margo’s eyes become wide as she peers back over to Seokjin, taking in the sight of him. “Damn girl, he’s fine as hell.” She whispered back, being cautious not to attract their attention. “You didn’t tell me you slept with our new CEO.”

Your mind whirls a mile a minute as you try to grasp your bearings, desperately clinging to your sanity. You fucked your boss. Worst, you fucked the new owner of the company, allowing him to savage you as if you were some needy slut. Now you needed to face him in a professional environment when all you could imagine was him pounding you into the hotel bed just hours prior to this meeting.

“You think I would’ve if I’d known?” You hiss, offering her a glare that could slice through the tension in the air. “Fuck my life.” You groan as you feel the panic hijack your sympathetic nervous system. This is exactly why you never listen to Margo’s wild ideas. She’s the one who encouraged you to let loose and have fun with a stranger that you’ll most likely never see again. Of course with your luck, that stranger would become your new boss.

“I’m getting fired.” You whisper to yourself, imagining how awkward it’s going to be once you lower your notebook and you make eye contact with the stupidly handsome Seokjin. Why did you have to pick him out of all the strangers to fuck endlessly into the night?

“Stop being dramatic, you’re not getting fired.” Margo rolls her eyes as you twist your chair to face her.

“I’m going to repent and become a nun.” You confess dramatically, using it as your only form of defense and comfort to prevent you from spiraling out of control.

Margo looks at you with judgment, a smirk pulling at her lips. “I don’t think they accept nymphomaniacs.”

Your mouth hangs open at her words, stunned to hear her use such words in relation to your character. You let yourself slide down in your seat further, hating yourself for being so foolish.

You become lost in your worries, completely overwhelmed by the thoughts murdering your subconscious that you forget you’re in the middle of a department meeting. While your panic keeps you distracted, you fail to realize that the meeting continued on despite your spiral into madness as each employee shared important information about the company and current standings.

You feel a sharp pinch on your side, hissing in pain as Margo glares in your direction. “Y/n!” She interrupts your thoughts, causing you to place your notebook down only to see everyone surrounding the table staring in your direction as if awaiting an answer to a question.

Your eyes hesitantly shift towards Seokjin, finding a mixture of shock and amusement flicker over his features before he leans forward to place his elbows on the table. You quickly shrink in further embarrassment as you apologize for your distraction.

“Would you care to share this week’s financial gains, Ms. Y/n?” You watch as Seokjin speaks in a condescending tone, leaving you festering with a variety of emotions as you try to grab your bearings, mostly wishing you could smack the look off of his handsome little features. His eyes meet your gaze, almost stunning you with his dominance as he easily takes over the position of being your boss, causing a building heat between your legs from the eye contact.

“My apologies. Of course.” You speak softly, glancing over at your coworkers before retrieving the graph you put together earlier. While your mouth begins to share the numbers and statistics displayed before you, your eyes focus on the paper, refusing to find Seokjin’s gaze as you try to think about a way to get yourself out of this mess. Unfortunately for you, the remainder of the meeting becomes an exchange of glances between you and the man that completely conquered your body just the night before.

—

The gentle tapping sound of your pen against your office desk echoes in your eardrums as your eyes intently stalk the clock of your desktop computer. You can’t help but feel restless as your mind whirls through the reality that the man that continuously plagues your mind since your heated dalliance the previous evening was with the son of the owner of your company. You peer down at your desk calendar, grinning in satisfaction as you cross off the various tasks you completed throughout the day in desperate attempts to keep your mind occupied. You tap your fingers against your computer's keypad, searching for your next task to keep you busy.

You hear a gentle tap on the edge of your office door as you pause, peering up to find none other than your best friend staring through the thin crack of your door. “Have you talked to him yet?” She whispers as she quickly slid into the confinements of the four walls you call home at work.

“Absolutely not.” You admit, completely floored at the notion of speaking to him given the amount of embarrassment still causing you to cringe each time the thought of Seokjin flashes through your memories.

Margo purses her lips together, leaning against the door as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. “Y/N, You can’t just hide in your office forever.”

“Maybe not, but I plan on hiding out as long as I possibly can.” You admit proudly, knowing your plan has major flaws, however, the solitude of your office managed to conceal you for the day.

Margo simply rolls her eyes as another soft series of taps echo from beyond the door. You watch as Margo shifts to the side, reaching towards the handle to tug open the barrier keeping your conversation from being overheard across the office. You’re surprised to see a familiar redhead secretary from across the hall smiling as she interrupts the flow of your day.

“Excuse me, Y/N. Sorry to bother you.” She spoke unapologetically. “Mr. Kim would like a word with you in your office.” Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach as the realization that there was no way you could possibly get out of this one. Maybe you could pretend you have a phone call, or take a more dramatic route and faint across the tattered carpet of your office. You quickly realize neither will work as you nod in agreement.

“I’ll be right over.” Your voice is less than enthusiastic as the woman disappears beyond the door. The click of the mechanism leaves you a trembling mess as your worst anxieties flare up. “That’s it. I’m getting fired.” You dramatically wave your arms about, coming to terms that this conversation was only going to end in you appearing immensely unprofessional for spreading your legs wide open for the new CEO of the company.

Margo quickly smacks her lips together as she moves towards you, pulling you towards the door as you desperately attempt to retreat back into your computer screen. “Y/n, you’re going to have to face him sooner or later.” She complains, a soft groan escaping your lips as she manages to peel you from the comforts of your office chair. “Just bat your eyelashes. Maybe he’ll sleep with you again.”

“Margo!” You holler in annoyance, dragging your palm across your face.

“What? Think how cool it would be to say your fucking the big boss.” Her tone is unapologetic as a smirk invades the corner of her mouth, offering you a suggestive glance.

“You’re impossible.” You can’t help but roll your eyes, knowing it was time to just rip off the bandaid and face your demons. You let a long sigh escape the barrier of your lips as you move forward to step out into the hallway, feeling your heart sink as you instantly miss the comfort of your shelter. There was no going back. You were going to walk into his office and deal with the return of your everlasting humiliation despite the part of you that wished you could crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.

Your walk to his office seemed to drag, your steps purposefully slow as you stopped to acknowledge everyone and anyone to allow you a few more moments to think over your plan of attack. It wasn’t until you were faced with the sleek door with a plaque that read; Kim Seokjin chief executive officer, that your heart began to pound unreasonably fast.

You muster up the courage to bring your fist to the door, knocking three times lightly in hopes he doesn’t hear and you can say you tried. Unfortunately for you, the door swings open to reveal the same handsome gentleman from the night before, properly dressed in a textured suit that was perfectly tailored to his body. Your cheeks instantly flush with heat as his eyes interlock with yours.

“Ah, Y/n. Just the woman I was looking for.” His voice is velvety soft as if he is purring in your presence. While his tone is alluring, his demeanor is strictly professional, with not a hint of emotion reflecting off his stoic features. You blink at how easily his tone causes your thighs to press together, clearing your throat as you attempt to keep yourself grounded.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” Your formalities almost cause you to choke on your words, the scandalous reality of the manner in which you addressed him the previous evening ghosting in your memory.

You notice his jaw tense as you address him, his eyes darkening at the title that trails from your lips as he casually shifts to the side, motioning for you to join him. “Please, come in. There’s a matter which I’d like to discuss with you.”

You gnaw nervously at the flesh inside your cheek, hesitating slightly before his grand office with large floor-length windows like the span of the room. You can’t help but admire how the natural lighting creates the perfect work environment, his office is decorated in minimalistic decor that creates a soothing and clean workspace. You spot a set of luxurious leather armchairs just in front of his desk, making your way to take a seat as you instantly cross your legs and tuck your ankle properly behind the other.

You hear the click of his office door, glancing back to notice that not only was it shut to conceal you from the remainder of the building, but you were also now trapped inside with your undeniably handsome boss. Seokjin takes slow steps back to his desk as he sits back in the lavish lightly colored leather of his office chair, keeping his gaze on the neatly stacked papers lining his desk.

He goes to speak however you decide to cut him off, you are nervous causing you to babble excessively. “Before you say anything. Yesterday was completely new for me. I’m not someone who usually gets that drunk, especially not at an office party.” You fidget with your fingers as your hands rest in your lap.

His eyes seem to darken as he takes in your frantic demeanor, holding up his palm to silence your endless mumbles. “That’s not why I called you in here.” He tuts in mild amusement, pressing his elbows into his desk as he leaned over the impressive pile of paperwork you’ve submitted over the last year. “You’ve really outdone yourself in graphing and comparing all company expenses over the last year.”

Your cheeks flush with further embarrassment as you nervously gnaw on your bottom lip. This was not how you expected this meeting to go. “Thank you.” You speak your words with confusion seeping from your tone, your body visibly relaxing once realizing this was simply a one-on-one meeting to discuss your work versus scolding you for your inappropriate actions the night before.

Seokjin grins as he watches the tension leave your limbs at the pleasant turn of the conversation. “Truly, I’m impressed. I don’t see how my father overlooked these flaws in the company speeding.” He slips the glasses out from his dress shirt pocket, sliding them onto the bridge of his nose as his free hand grips the charts you've most recently submitted for approval. You sit uncharacteristically still, nervous to move at all as you observe him intently studying the data. “Y/n, how would you feel about managing company finances?”

You blink in surprise, unable to prevent your jaw from hanging open. “Are you offering me a promotion?” You mutter stupidly, your cheeks only flushing further as an elated chuckle escapes the visual masterpiece’s lips before you.

“Yes, y/n. I’m offering you a promotion. I think your work is excellent.” He continues on, removing his glasses from his handsome features as his eyes flicker back up to find yours. “Both on and off record.” His voice dips into a deliciously alluring tone, causing heat to fester between your legs as you press your thighs together.

Your mind whirls in a flash of memories from the previous night, recalling all of the ways this man commanded your body with dominance and skill. How dare he suggest such scandalous thoughts while in a professional environment. Most importantly, how dare it cause you so much distress and excitement all at once.

You clear your throat, thankful for the opportunity presenting itself as you fidget in your seat. “I’d be honored to.” You speak confidently, trying to maintain your professionalism as you watch him press his hands to the top of his desk before standing up with a large grin painted over his features.

“Wonderful. You’ll begin tomorrow.” He confirms, shifting to find the official document stating your change in title with the company as he places it before you. “I must warn you, it does come with a sizable raise.” There is almost a hint of mischief in his voice as your eyes glance over the document, noticing the increase in pay stated at the top of the document. “Just sign here.”

Your eyes nearly bulge from their socket at the sight of the five-figure number stated at the top, closely nearly a six-figure range. “Is this really the pay?” You stutter, still processing the amount. He simply hums in acknowledgment as he towers over you before signing away your name, formally accepting the promotion.

You gently place the pen down before standing up, reaching out your hand to offer him a formal handshake. “Thank you so much, Mr. Kim. You won’t be disappointed.”

He happily accepts your gesture, a jolt of electricity coursing through your body as your hands come together. His handshake is strong and firm, your mind flashing back to the thought of them grasping at your waist causing a shiver to rake through your body. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he watches you visibly crumble from the close contact you’ve created. “I’m positive I won’t be.” He spoke arrogantly, leaving you both nervous to fail to meet up to his expectations while equally excited for the challenge. “Before you go.” His voice drops an octave while his eyes darken as he drinks in the sight of you. “There’s one more thing I’d like to discuss with you.”

—

“Oh my god!” You can’t help but scream out Seokjin’s praise as his dick effortlessly slides into you, suddenly feeling wonderfully full as his length drags against your velvet walls to stretch you out gloriously.

Seokjin muffles your screams by latching his hand across your lips, gently applying pressure to keep you from disclosing the sinful activities occurring within his office. “Gotta stay quiet, sweetheart.” His luscious voice whispers in your ear as he pulls his length out only to thrust back into you, sending his tip deep within your pussy to hit against your cervix.

One minute he’s offering you the raise of a lifetime and the next, your sprawled about shamelessly on his desk as he fucks himself into you. You latch your lips together, desperately moaning behind the closed barrier as he quickens the pace, your back sliding against the top of his desk as he stands behind it, grasping your waist with his large hands to drag you back onto his cock.

“That’s it, y/n.” He groans as he continues to harshly thrust himself into you. “I’m gonna make sure you can’t walk out of this office.” He hisses as he throws his head back at the sensation of your walls constricting around him, his words send you reeling as you desperately cling to the edge of the desk's surface.

You feel the material of your pencil skirt bunched against your hips as your legs wrap tightly around his waist, guiding him deeper each time he presses forward to impale you on his length. You let another breathy moan slip through the fingers he has latched against your mouth.

You feel the coils in your stomach tighten as he creates a deliciously maddening pace, each thrust against your cervix leaving you a trembling mess, crying out delusionally as the inevitable snap drives your orgasm over the cliff of your sanity. Your juices only aid in his assault, his dick sliding in and out smoother than before as he drags his length out, tugging at your waist to slide you off of his desk as your legs fall to either side of him.

Your head spins as you feel your body twist against the surface, the wood digging into your waist as Seokjin guides you onto your stomach, bending you provocatively over the edge of his desk. You groan in discomfort before all you can feel is the warmth of his hand sprawling against your hips to guide them apart as he quickly slides back into the warmth of your inviting pussy.

The new position has you stretching out even more to accommodate his girth, your hand reaching forward to grasp the end of his desk as he slowly sheathes himself back into your warm folds. Just as Seokjin reestablishes a rhythm, the loud chime of his office phone echoes from beside you on the corner of the desk.

You use your palms to push up from your position, feeling Seokjin press against your back between your shoulder blades to keep you as his hostage on his desktop. It was obvious he wasn’t finished with you yet and it didn’t matter if his phone was ringing or not. You feel your cheek press against the cool surface of the wood as he leans forward, his stomach pressing into your back as you feel his weight suffocating you against the table.

“Keep your pretty little mouth shut.” He coos threateningly as he lifts himself back up, reaching for his phone as your face turns white from what was about to transpire. You try to move but feel his free hand holding the back of your hip against the table as he delivers one final harsh thrust of his dick that bruises your cervix. You whimper softly from the pain and the pleasure intermixed as his dominating voice suddenly morphs back into the friendly professional tone you’ve become used to during the workday. “This is Mr. Kim.”

You feel his hips pause as he nonchalantly addresses the person on the other line, completely unbothered that his dick was currently buried deep inside your pussy that was deliciously laid about on his office desk. You can vaguely hear a soft voice through the telephone, wondering which unfortunate soul in the office was currently calling their boss while you were midsex in the middle of the workday.

You feel faint from the embarrassment however begin to feel the ache between your thighs grow as you crave for his dick to resume movement within you. Why in the world would he answer a phone call in the middle of sex? More importantly, why the hell did it turn you on so much? You feel yourself become increasingly needy for him to fuck you, his dick still hard inside your pussy as you gently use your tiptoes to guide yourself on his length.

You feel his grip on your hip tighten as he sends another harsh thrust into you, causing you to squeak softly in surprise as you latch your hand on top of your mouth to silence yourself. “Thank you for letting me know. Go ahead and redirect any further calls.” You’re amazed by how his voice is calm and collected through the phone despite you desperately trying to stimulate yourself on his cock. The idea of it kind of infuriates you. How is it that he was so unaffected by being sheathed inside you while on the phone?

You bravely move your hips once again, hoping to cause a stutter in his voice. Your efforts are to no avail as he begins to fuck himself back into you, creating a rapid pace despite the fact that he was still on the phone. “I’m in a one-on-one.” He speaks casually before hanging up the phone, quickly sending his hand against your ass as a sharp sting causes you to yelp. The heat of his slap only causes your arousal to intensify, leaving you even more wet and needy for his attention.

“I told you to be quiet.” He groans as he grabs your hips with both hands, snapping his hips harder, causing your body to bounce against his desk as the furniture begins to shake from his actions. “I didn’t realize you were such a slut for attention.” He groans, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips as his knuckles turn white from grasping against his desk.

“Seokjin…I need you to cum.” You admit bashfully, not knowing how much of this treatment your body could take given your first orgasm, horrified by the juices allowing him to fuck you so effortlessly.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.” He teases mischievously as he leans forward to dig his hand through your hair, gripping a handful by your roots before gently tugging back to test your tolerance of his treatment. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as a pornographic moan leaps from your lips, the tugging sensation only adding to the rebuilding climax festering in the pit of your stomach.

“Shit.” You moan helplessly as he tugs back harder, your head tilting back towards him as your stomach digs into the desk to arch your back. “You feel so good.”

“Fuck yes.” He groans, snapping his hips forward. “You take my dick so good.”

You feel yourself unraveling as another orgasm crashes into you, watching as your vision turns white in rapture from his deliciously rough treatment. His dick twitches in excitement as you feel his end, hearing him chant your name as he shoots his hot cum deep inside of you, continuing the smooth motions of his thrust to fuck his cum deep inside of you to prevent any mess.

You feel your body give out as you lay motionless on his desk, hearing the jingle of his belt clasp as he quickly tucks himself back into his dress pants to conceal any evidence of his foolery. You quickly push yourself up, equally attempting to tug down your skirt and adjust your panties to maintain your decency given you still had a few hours remaining of the work day.

As you smooth over your skirt with your palms, you feel your face get cupped between Seokjin’s hands as he guides your face up to meet his handsome smirk. “Same time tomorrow?” His devilish grin leaves you hypnotized as he leans forward to press a gentle kiss onto your lips. You return his sudden affection before feeling your bottom lip become trapped within his teeth as he gently tugs your flesh. You moan at the sensation, causing a chuckle to reverberate from his chest as he coos in your ear, “Hmm, I can’t wait.”

You roll your eyes, gently pushing him away as you finish adjusting yourself. “You’re insane to think that’ll happen again at work.” You try to play it off, feeling frustrated with yourself for allowing such a thing. You flick your gaze back up to find Seokjin placing his glasses back onto his face, licking his lips with anticipation as if completely ignoring your statement.

“See you tomorrow, Y/n.” He grins as he peers up over his lenses, returning to find his seat in the lavish office chair that was pushed aside during your sudden dalliance with the boss. You go to retaliate, knowing it was hopeless. You simply collect yourself before heading back towards his office door, already missing his company as you set off to complete the remainder of your work.

“Have a good day, Mr. Kim.” You speak through the smirk that tugs on your lips, shooting him a flirtatious glance before opening the door to head back toward your office.

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What is the relationship between Kuroda and Asami? And what does Kuroda think of Aki?

Most of what we know about their relationship is from the lite novel Finder No Souen. Which has not been officially translated into English but I have read a fan made translation so I’ll give you a run down of the events.

The events take place when both Asami and Kuroda are in high school, which they go to the same elite tokyo prep school. At the time, Kuroda is being bullied by a group of random street thugs who wait outside for him and beat him up, and threaten to hurt his sister. He is paying them off, to stop them and its kinda not working and they continue to extort money from him. He’s very ashamed but feels he can’t go to anyone for help, thinking the situation will only esculate.

One day while he is heading to the place where he usually meets the thugs to pay them off, he finds them in the middle of a fight— with Asami. Asami easily deals with them and Kuroda is watching it all from the sidelines in total shock. He recognizes Asami from his school but knows nothing about him. After Asami deals with the thugs he sees Kuroda but they don’t say anything to each other and Asami just leaves.

They kinda accidently meet again and Kuroda sorta just finds him to be cool. He notices when he hangs out with Asami the thugs stay away from him, so he feels very safe around Asami despite him hearing bad and mysterious rumors about Asami from fellow students. They start a kind of budding friendship, mostly because Kuroda follows Asami around. He goes to Asami’s work place — which is a bar that Asami works in. Asami cooks for him one time or makes him drinks, and Kuroda studies at the bar while Asami is setting up for the evening.

The major part of the story is that - Kuroda gets kidnapped by the thugs. It’s kinda a long story, but basically the thugs were targetting Kuroda in the first place because his dad, who is a Judge, was the one that put their buddy/older brother dude in jail. It was in revenge for that. But this buddy of theirs gets out of jail and immediately wants to take revenge so they kidnap him. It’s pretty graphic at that point…I won’t get into detail. But its very horrid and he’s trapped with them for a few days, and he gets drugged. Asami finds out and rescues him, and takes him back to his house where he nurses him for a few days.

Kuroda owes Asami his life. This is where his extreme loyality comes from, and why he semi- works for Asami. In that he leaks him information and does things that benefit Asami like cleaning up messes. We know that Kuroda had a hand in cleaning up what happen in Tokyo after Fei Long came and took Akihito. The details on that are kinda iffy but i would guess that Kuroda is corrupt and maybe destroys evidence or withholds evidence for Asami’s sake.

Kuroda is truly one of Asami’s only friends.

In No Souen everything is in Kuroda’s perspecitive and he thinks very highly of Asami, and sometimes notes…a little too often, about his attractiveness, and how otherwise amazing he is. It’s possible this relationship could have turned into a romance —or more likely turned into Kuroda having one sidely felt something. Which i am more inclined to believe because I do not sense attraction from Asami at all. Kuroda on one hand, becomes too tramatized after what happen so I feel any sense of romance maybe died for him — but he still felt immensely grateful and loyal towards Asami. On the otherside, Asami left before it could turn into anything, as Papa Asami basically blackmails Asami to return to his side after the events of No Souen.

We know Asami left Tokyo for a while after that, he became a mercenary for his fathers organization shortly after the events of No Souen and we dont know when he returned to Japan after however long he worked for his father. Maybe they didnt reconnect until Kuroda had finished law school and was starting to work as a prosecutor.

Now lets get to the second half of your question. What does Kuroda think of Aki?

Their meeting in vol 7 is very memorable! Kuroda was being super salty! I think he just wanted information out of Akihito and as a prosecutor he can be kinda sly about getting that information. When he’s originally grilling Akihito, its very clear to me that he knows very little about their relationship. Which makes sense because I dont think Asami is the type to gossip about that. Kuroda didn’t even know that they were living together — he only guesses and Akihito gets tricked into revealing that they are living together.

I think all of his questions were test. Kuroda is loyal to Asami, and wants to know who he is assoicating with and who he might be living with.

On the surface the rumors about Akihito Takaba make him out to be nothing more than a boy toy. But imagine hearing those rumors is probably confusing to someone like Kuroda who knows Asami very well. And knows how closed off Asami actually is, and how he doesn’t usually let people inside his life. Kuroda also knows about what happened in Hong Kong and he knows that Asami isn’t someone who would be rushing off to Hong Kong for just anybody— So he somewhat knows that Akihito is somebody to Asami.

That question he asks - “How much are you a night?” It was so bold and kinda crude! But he isnt looking for a real answer to that— he is only looking to see Akihito’s reaction! Is he going to get indignant? Is he gonna blow a fuse? Kuroda basically calls him a whore, and he wants to see how Akihito will react to that!

Well Aki being Aki just goes into completely shock and can’t respond properly at all. He goes bright red! Which I think is meant to tell Kuroda that aki is a total innocent— and that he is in fact not just Asami’s boy toy nor is he a whore.

That “answer” Kuroda recieves— It’s hard to know how he feels about it. But there is a small scene after he leaves that I think maybe says he’s a tiny bit jealous… When he turns away to leave he leaves behind a rolled up magaize. Which Akihito picks up and sees that Kuroda squeezed it so hard that he left finger marks. Which must have been made in the moment Akihito “answered”

I can kinda interpret that as being a little jealous, but maybe it is simply because he wants to hold the special title of being the “closest” to Asami — but that title is now being taken over by Akihito. I feel he holds no ill will against Akihito — he is not the same as Sudo in this situation. I think he is just confused by Asami’s reasoning for keeping Akihito around.

Because in his mind Asami doesn’t associate with people who don’t have “uses”. Kuroda is still useful to Asami because of his job and how he cleans up after Asami or gives him information. In a way, even though Kuroda is Asami’s friend their relationship is still somewhat transactional. He still recieves favors and gifts for helping Asami. This is his way of staying in Asami’s life is by proving his worth and his useful-ness. But in his mind Kuroda doesn’t understand what “use” Akihito has in Asami’s life.

Later when Kuroda meets Asami at his apartment, he is still making snide comments about Akihito. Calling him a “problem child” and other kinda of back handed things. He makes another snide remark to Akihito as he is leaving the apartment - “Iv already had my fill” which sounds very jealous too me! and almost like he is trying to gode Akihito into thinking Asami and him have a special relationship.

But Kuroda i think maybe warms up to him a bit, when he sees Akihito in action and sees he’s clever. He even outright explains to Akihito that he doesnt want people with “half-assed feeling” to get close to Asami. Meaning his entire behavior towards Akihito, is just his way of protecting Asami from people who might want to use him, and he maybe once considered Akihito to be that kind of person.

But I do think he realizes that Akihito is important to Asami. Kuroda is definitely the person who told Asami that Akihito was taken by Sudo, after Akihito was drugged in that underground brothel. Which is why Asami shows up at the right moment to shot at Aaron when he’s shotting at Suod, and Kuroda in the ware house. Kuroda is also the one that acted to find Akihito right away, and is the reason the police raid that warehouse and arrested Sudo.

I made another post awhile ago about that scene when Sudo gets shot, and how I think Kuroda came running to Akihito and took a bullet meant for him (x) Even though all his earlier bluster and treating akihito like a bratty kid. Even if he doesn’t particularly like it — he understand that Asami treats Akihito differently. And so Akihito is very important to Asami and that if Akihito gets hurt or killed — it would hurt Asami. In that moment I do think Kuroda showed he was very selfless when it comes to Asami, even if he found Akihito to be annoying or he doesnt really understand their relationship — he still wants Asami to be happy. And if this dumby bratty kid is the thing that Asami seems to find annoyingly important and is constantly protecting, then thats enough reason for Kuroda to also want to protect Akihito as well.

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