#playing chess with your naked boss in his bedroom

[subterraneanna]

Typical coworker stuff

Dreams of the Raven

#playing chess with your naked boss in his bedroom #a very platonic after-work activity #james t kirk: the original shameless fanservice girl #mr spock #spirk #star trek the original series

[sweeethinny]

sirius/hestia: sirius being romantic and love's fool

hello anon thank you so much i love writing about them

I took a while, but then I thought a lot about this scene, and I loved how this fanfic turned out, so I hope you like it.

*It's 1995, just before Jily and Harry need to go to Grimmauld Place

They had fought over something stupid, honestly, Hestia knew it was something too silly for the two of them to take so seriously.

But of course it hadn't been stupid at the time, and the two of them took fights very seriously, so when they had to go to that stupid Aurors dinner, they weren't trying very hard to show that they didn't want to be there and that they had had a fight a few minutes ago.

Hestia couldn't even remember who started the fight, but she was irritated with work and Sirius kept being pessimistic about this stupid dinner, listing everything that could go wrong, and she freaked out because she didn't need to think about someone being rude with them, because she had already spent eight hours listening to people being rude to her, and being mean to her because they thought they knew better. She needed to have some faith that for at least two hours she was going to be able to smile and have fun, even the slightest bit.

She had gone into hiding in the bathroom when one of the Aurors came to talk to Sirius, she didn't have the patience to deal with Mr. Santiago, however well intentioned he was, Hestia didn't want anyone asking her if she was getting pregnant in the next few years, or she would wait to get older.

Sirius would handle it better than she did, she knew that. Santiago was his boss after all.

Sitting on the toilet, she sighed, glad to finally be silent.

She wanted to quit, wanted to tell Sirius that it had been a mistake that they had moved from their quiet, cozy house to a more central apartment, wanted to call her dad and yell at him for being a jerk last week when he saw her and Sirius at the market and ignored him, she wanted to tell Lily that it wasn't fair that she was so far away and she wasn't allowed to see her best friend because a lunatic nearly killed her son even though she knew it wasn't her or Potter's or Harry's fault.

Hestia buried her face in her hands, wanting to disappear.

When the bathroom door opened she was ready for her cabin door to open too, it was probably Sirius wanting to see if she was alright, and Hestia felt ready to be able to lie and say yes, even if he wouldn't believe it.

He knew her too well.

But instead, she heard female voices, cheerful and full of life, probably not expecting anyone else there; ''He's beautiful.''

''Yes, so, so beautiful.'' The other sighed passionately, which made Hestia chuckle softly, remembering when it was she, Lily and Marlene doing that, running to the bathroom of the muggle ice cream shop that was on the corner of her house, only to daydream about Elliot, the boy who works there. Older, charming, helpful, and very polite.

Hestia still remembered how they all screamed and jumped when Marlene kissed him.

"I'd give anything to kiss him," Girl A said, and the noise of things being placed on the marble sink made her believe they were both touching up their makeup or something. She had done so much with Lily and Marlene to forget what it felt like to just worry about looking pretty.

There was no war, people dying, hidden friends, nothing, it was just them putting on lipstick and making sure they were all perfect to try and get someone to kiss in some dark corner of Hogwarts by the end of the night.

Hestia remembered when Sirius saw her doing this. The two of them on James's seventeenth birthday, after making out warmly in his bedroom, Sirius showed her the bathroom and watched her touch up her makeup. It was so silly and natural when she thought about it, because he still does it, he still watches Hestia like it's for the first time.

''You know what I wanted? Kiss every tattoo of his.” Girl B said, and Hestia almost laughed when she heard her sigh loudly, imagining she was fanning herself. "So sexy."

‘’He's usually already a hottie, but when does he show off his tattoos? Urg, I feel like I'm going to die.” Girl A moaned irritably. "I hate that he's married."

Uh, married men, she had been through that with girls too, not that Hestia liked Johann, but she couldn't help saying he was hot. Lily was the one who thought he was most beautiful, she melted when he got close to her. It was funny, she should send her a letter talking about it.

''These days I saw him training, they were the best ten minutes of my life. '' Hestia chuckled softly, thinking of the times she had gone to the gym only to see Sirius sweating and exercising, every now and then he would lift his shirt to dry his face and make her feel on the clouds. It was her weakness.

"Lucky his wife who sees him naked every day."

"He bought her flowers yesterday, I think it was their birthday." Woman B said.

"He always buys it, or flowers, or something she likes to eat." They were silent, probably breaking up. "I heard one of the Aurors who works with him flirted with him."

‘’Yes, Felicity. She asked if he didn't want to go along with her to the convention in France… I mean, I understand, he's a hot guy, but he's married, hold your pants woman!’’

''Do you know what he said?'' Girl A looked curious, and Hestia was too, because Sirius was going to this convention in France and he didn't say anything to her about it, and he usually told her about Auror gossip.

‘’No, but she didn't look happy when she left his office. But Juan told me that Ester told him that he told her not to let her into his office anymore, and that he looked kind of furious. Not that Felicity was happy, of course, I think she expected him to agree to go out with her.”

“Ah, he would never do that, he's clearly in love with his wife.” Girl A laughed. ''Once, during one of our trainings, he told me that when they were at Hogwarts, he only started paying attention in Muggle Studies classes because of her, and that his favorite class was DADA because they sat near one of the another.'' Hestia frowned, thinking that this could only be a bizarre coincidence.

"Yes, I've seen them talking, and seriously, I hope that one day someone will look at me the way Mr. Black looks at her." They sighed, and Hestia became more attentive to their conversation. ''He has a picture of the two of them in his drawer, I once went there to get a paper for a meeting he asked for and I saw it, they are in a mountain of snow, and she is without her glove showing her ring.'' Sirius still kept this photo? It had been so long now, they were twenty-two and he had asked her to marry him.

“So cute.” The noise of makeup being put away resounded through the silent bathroom, and Hestia fingered the ring that had a lovely diamond set in it. Their names were still delicately engraved on the inside of the ring.

‘’Do you think that's why Felicity won't travel to the convention? Because did she flirt with him?” B asked.

''Probably. Not that I think he would cheat on her or anything, but he probably wants to avoid drama at all costs, you know how he hates it.” Sirius hates drama? Hestia didn't really agree with this, but probably because at work he was much more serious and reserved than at home, because she still remembered him saying that he would die after getting a fever and vomiting from eating bad food.

"Yes." The two continued talking, but now the voices faded as they exited the bathroom, soon leaving her alone in the bathroom again.

Hestia knew Sirius was a hot guy, she remembered how she had almost drooled every time she was admiring him in the common room, sitting sprawled on the couch as if he didn't realize that the more he tried not to draw attention, the more people looked at him, his chin resting on his hand as he watched Peter and Remus play chess.

He was handsome even when he didn't want to be.

Like the first time they slept together, and when she woke up she saw him sleeping. With his face scrunched up and his hair pinned up, so fluffy and helpless it was hard for her to decide to wake him up - but she was getting really hungry and she couldn't remember where her clothes were.

But she didn't know anyone was flirting with him. With her man.

And she didn't want to think like that, because she was an idiot, but it was the thing that was going through her head at that moment. Imagining some woman, much prettier than she, flirting with Sirius. Touching his hair, his face, his tattoos.

Hestia loved kissing his tattoos, all of them, and she liked to remember that he had made one just for her. But it disturbed her peace to think of someone else doing it.

And why hadn't he told her about Felicity? Hestia had met her once before, a nice and kind woman with short black hair and a body to envy.

"Hey, where were you, I was-" Hestia wouldn't let him finish, she'd come out of the bathroom on a mission and their stupid fight wasn't going to get in the way. Ignoring his coworkers and what Mr. Santiago was saying, she cupped Sirius' face as she had been doing since she was seventeen and ran away from home at night on winter break to meet him, and kissed him.

Hestia still felt those butterflies in her stomach when she did that, like she felt when he kissed her near the Potters' house in the rain, or when he took her for a walk in Muggle London, even though none of them knew where to go. She still remembered how she had jumped for joy in Lily's room, telling her and Marlene how he had made her jump over a gate so they could enter an old amusement park, the two of them going to sit on the old Ferris wheel, sharing an ice cream he had bought.

"Wow, okay." Sirius blinked as she pulled away, her hands still on his face. ''Hm, this is good... Where have you been?’’ He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her farther forward as she smiled. "Is this your way of calling for a truce in the fight?"

"Fuck the fight." She stared at him, feeling her chest burn. “Coming with me to get a drink?” She looked away quickly, just to check that the other guys had left them alone. It looked like Santiago had managed to drag everyone over to the cold cuts table, which was a good thing, because she didn't want his co-work to think Hestia was dragging her husband aside to have mad sex with him.

As much as they had already done it.

And as much as she was a little mad at this talk of someone flirting with him, Hestia wasn't making a big scene in public. Never.

"Of course." Sirius still looked a little stunned, but he followed her wherever she pulled. Hestia could see that there were indeed some people giving Sirius a second check, only to look at her afterwards as if wondering what he had seen in her.

She didn't take away their reason, she had already asked that same question to him a few times during her crises.

"You know you don't have to lie to me, don't you?" She asked as they reached the farthest part of the room, no one seemed to notice the two of them there.

"I know… Did something happen?" Sirius put his hands back on her hips, a smirk on his face. '’I thought getting a drink was code for getting laid, or for going home to get laid until we lost our wits, but I think I got it wrong?'’

“Don't be an idiot, I'm on my period.” She rolled her eyes when she heard him chuckle.

"And I don't care." He shrugged. "So what's this about me not lying?"

"Felicity flirted with you?" To his credit, Sirius looked confused for a few seconds before letting out a oh. ''Is that a yes?''

"Doll, don't mind that, it was the most shameful thing I've ever been through, and there's no need for you to worry." He grimaced at the memory. ‘’I didn't tell you before because it doesn't matter, I didn't even remember it. Who told you?''

"I heard it in the bathroom… It seems like there are a lot of people who think you're hot," Hestia said, trying not to be affected by the closeness Sirius was putting between them, his mischievous smile growing.

‘’Jealous babe? I thought we were past that stage.” His smug smile was the worst, his gray eyes gleaming as if he were a beast and Hestia his next prey. "I don't really care what other people think, you know that."

"I know," Sirius kissed her, gentle and calm as he did whenever he was teasing her. "And I'm not jealous, I was just curious why you kept it from me… Afraid I'd do something, Black?"

"Nah, I can handle you and calm your beast."

“Don't be cocky.” She lifted her chin to let him kiss her neck, smiling at the feel of his lips there.

"I didn't tell you because it was Valentine's Day and I wasn't going to spoil our dinner for something as dumb as that." He looked at her, hands firm on her hips. ‘’It's idiot, you know I only have eyes for you. But if you must know, I hated every second from the time she walked into my office, until she left."

"She's not that good then?" Hestia bit her lip as he kissed the sensitive flesh near her collarbone.

"She's not you, Hestia." Sirius raised his head, as if it were the most obvious thing.

“Urg, you're so cheesy.” It wasn't a real complaint, but she liked the way he smiled when she said it. "It gave me a toothache." They chuckled, Sirius returning his hands to her hips, creating a space between them. Hestia knew what he was going to ask even before he opened his mouth.

''What happened today? You don't just look like this.” Hestia grimaced, not wanting to talk about it now that they were all right again, but she knew if she didn't, he would make her talk sooner or later. It turned out that the two of them always needed a little push to talk about their feelings, and the other almost never liked the silence that came between them when that happened.

"It was a shitty day at work, and… I don't want to work there anymore." She accepted his embrace, laying her head on top of his heart, feeling Sirius kiss the top of her head. "I miss Lily, I don't like living in that apartment and…the drama with my dad last week?" She looked up at him, wanting not to cry but not able to keep the tears from stinging in her eyes. ‘’I thought it was over, it's been almost twenty years, why does he continue with it? I'm so tired… And today listening to those girls in the bathroom, I don't know, I know you won't cheat on me, that's not it, but… what are you still doing here?’’

''Like this? I'm here because I love you, where else would I go?’’

"To the arms of a prettier woman with a less troubled family?" She ventured, dropping her face back into his chest because she felt ashamed for saying that, and for feeling that. She didn't like to look him in the eye when one of her crises started, Hestia was always silly afraid that she would see in Sirius that disgusted and slightly annoyed expression she had seen in her father's eyes when that happened.

“I don't think there's a woman prettier than you, and about your family, it's not like mine is a bed of roses, is it?” He hugged her tighter, like he did when she was sad. Hestia knew Sirius would never look at her with that accusatory look that she was going crazy. "You know what I thought when Felicity walked into my office and started telling me about how Paris was a romantic city and all?"

''What?''

"That we never went there, which is ridiculous because it should have been the first place for us to go together." He chuckled softly. ‘’Paris is indeed a very romantic city.’’

"Yes, you're right." She sniffled, tears stinging in her eyes again.

‘’I don't care if someone is flirting with me, or I don't know if there are women talking about me in the bathroom. Sure, it's really good for my ego, you know,” Hestia chuckled, rolling her eyes. "But none of them are you, and I'm not saying this because I want to convince you to have shower sex later, because you know we're going to-"

''Disgusting.''

‘’-You love it. But it's because I love you Jones, and for you I can put up with your father pretending I don't exist for hours if it'll make you happy, and, I can find a way to get you inside Lily's house without Dumbledore knowing and staying talking to us about everything we already know. She needs you too, James told me she's feeling pretty lonely... And I don't like that apartment either, and Joe is looking to sell his house, so we can go visit if you want.'' Sirius was quiet, his chin resting on top of her head, his arms holding her securely in his embrace.

"I hate feeling like this," Hestia grumbled.

''If it's any comfort to you, last week I thought I'd cut my hair because you told me about that guy from your job.'' He admitted, and when Hestia lifted her face to look at him, Sirius' cheeks were flushed. "Don't look at me like that, it's been a tense week."

"Noooo, you're perfect like that." She brought her hands up to his hair, smiling at the familiar feel of his silky strands. "It's the only reason I married you, so if you don't want to deal with the divorce bureaucracy, don't cut it."

Sirius chuckled, looking pleased to have gotten her out of that cloud of self-deprecation. He was very good at it. ‘’Don't worry, I don't want to deal with these papers anytime soon.. Hope never actually...want to go home?’’

“Are you going to get that massage you promised me two weeks ago?” His gray eyes sparkled, his cheeks still a little flushed and a beautiful smile on his lips. Hestia remembered the girls talking about how he looked at her, and she didn't blame them for wanting that either.

‘’Of course, and then we can enjoy the shower-’’

"No way." They laughed, Sirius sighing in defeat.

"I'll still convince you and you'll regret not listening to me sooner." They intertwined their fingers, Sirius pulling her towards the exit, nodding casually to his coworkers, a little hastily.

'I'll let you try, but I promise nothing…'

#sirius x hestia #my babies #sirius black #everyone lives #marauders #padfoot #hestia jones #my fic

[dear-yandere]

aphrodisiac. [kinktober]

yandere! mafia boss! dazai x f! reader. not sfw (18+) scenario. tw: noncon, dissociation, mind break, aphrodisiacs, gunplay. disclaimer: this is not a healthy relationship.

part 1 — part 2 (here)

dazai’s eyes were devoid of any regrets about drugging you; rather, they were brimming with unparalleled excitement and lust. you wanted to feel disgusted, to feel violated and angry, but you couldn’t. part of you always wanted to be taken by this man even though these circumstances weren’t what you had in mind; still, you found yourself almost enjoying the way his body pressed against yours as if baring it all for your taking. you wanted to blame your attraction on the drugs, but you knew you didn’t mind this side of him, as scary as it was. perhaps you knew this day would come, where he’d invariably snap and claim you as his like he always threatened he would whenever you’d misbehave.

and you’d misbehaved to the highest degree, having tried to escape.

brown eyes met yours with a sickening look of sheer love, forcing you out of your reverie. a gloved finger rested on your lip, idly playing with it as if it were a delicate flower whose petals could fall at any moment. “try to stay quiet, i’ll be gentle.” his voice seemed ethereal and distant under the influence of the mixed drugs, but you somehow heard it loud and clear. in fact, it was the only thing you could hear clearly, no doubt a side-effect of the drugs he’d forced down your throat.

dazai chuckled when you slowly nodded and leaned into his warm touch, his finger tracing the contours of your face like you were an exquisite art piece. just seeing you like this, eyes cloudy and practically begging for him, nearly made him lose control -- but he wanted to savor this moment just a bit longer. it’s not everyday he gets to fuck his beloved any place other than the bedroom -- no one else was allowed to see you so vulnerable, after all. 

before you could process it all, soft lips danced across your skin in a skillful and passionate display, peppering your collarbone and jawline with gentle nips and chaste pecks. paradoxical feelings bubbled in your stomach at how gently he was handling you despite how messed up this situation was. even without the drugs, he was a master at making you feel conflicted, both yearning for him and disgusted by him.

“don’t look at me like that, darling.” he ordered, hating the way your spiteful glare contrasted the pretty blush on your cheeks and the eager bite of your lips. “this is for your own good. once i make you mine, you’ll see how foolish trying to leave was.” his voice was making you dizzy, but you nodded in agreement despite your better wishes, your expression softening as if simply by his command. 

he smiled approvingly. “i love when you’re a good girl. you love me too, right?”

another quick nod, this time accompanied by a delirious smile. it’s true you loved him dearly, but you loved yourself more. leaving was the only way to ensure your survival, but even before knowing of his affiliation with the port mafia, you couldn’t have chosen a more dangerous person to fall in love with. he would never let you go that easily and the drugs altering your mind proved the lengths he’d go to ensure that.

you gasped when cold steel pressed against your panties, vaguely remembering that he had a loaded gun and he fully intended on threatening you with it. you squirmed against the barrel as he lightly rubbed it down your clothed clit, curiously pushing your panties to the side. against the cold air of the warehouse, the steel barrel nearly made you clamp your legs shut had dazai not been holding them apart with his hand and elbow. 

“ah ah ah, be a good girl. this’ll be fun, you even lubricated the gun wonderfully.” he chuckled and eyed the still-wet barrel before cautiously pressing the gun against your opening, careful to move your folds apart and slowly work the barrel in. he didn’t want to ruin you -- that’s best saved for later. you hissed at the intrusion, tears speckling your eyes as he pushed the gun further into your warmth. the gun’s girth was far larger than dazai, the latter of which was already so well-endowed it took weeks to get used to his size... especially when he never cared to fully get you in the mood whenever he felt like fucking you senseless.

he waited patiently, like a wolf basking in the fear of its cornered prey, as he let you grow accustomed to the desert eagle’s size. much to his surprise, you hungrily bucked into the barrel with ease. “oh? i didn’t know my darling was so lewd. did i prepare my pet well?” his laughter echoed off the walls as he reminisced about all the wonderful times he shared with you behind closed doors. licking his lips in anticipation, he steadily increased the speed and watched in awe as you met each thrust like a whore that had been starved of pleasure for a mere few days.

“i’m so happy we’re bonding like this. i’m learning so much about you...” his hot breath tickled your ear, the warmth of which quickly radiated in your cheeks. “things i could never hope to learn just by watching.”

your stomach nearly dropped realizing the insinuations of those words, the reality of the situation finally setting in -- he’d been watching you, following you, ruining your life for far longer than he’d let on -- but he didn’t relent in the near-violent thrusts of his gun. pleasure was quickly conquering the fear you desperately tried to cling to. giving in meant you were no longer human, nothing more than a puppet in his hand or a pawn in his game of chess. or, perhaps you were his queen. ironic, for even though the queen was far more powerful than the king in chess, he’d easily overpowered you. without the king, the game cannot go on, and dazai had every intention of playing this game until the bitter end. 

you were going down with him, and him with you.

but god, did the way he used you feel divine. each breathy and conflicted moan was met with a soft and restrained whine from him as he watched you soak the large gun and his fingers with hot cum. pleasure coursed through your body like thundering rapids, and the delightful quiver of your hips and thighs was almost too much for the seasoned mafioso. he wanted to bury his face between your legs, to flick his tongue over your heat and listen to your adorable little moans reverberate down your body. he wanted to see you flustered, submissive, helpless -- he wanted to make you completely his.

the gun was quickly becoming a hindrance to dazai, but he liked seeing you enjoy being fucked by his weapon. the way it stretched your skin looked so painful and yet... so delightful. his erection throbbed as if in response to seeing your folds coil around the gun barrel, seemingly trying to suck the entire thing deeper into your core with every thrust. he licked his lips, an impatient and earnest itching shooting to the head of his penis.

he couldn’t take it anymore. patience had always been a virtue, just as much as masks and acting was second nature, but even those years of experience didn’t matter when you came into the equation.

with a final thrust into your abused pussy, he pulled the gun out, earning a pained groan from your parted and bruised lips. the notches and edges of the firearm left an uncomfortable sensation on your insides when he’d harshly pulled it out without warning, the sheer size of the gun leaving your entrance slightly agape -- ready for everything he had to offer.

“someone’s eager~” he chirped and raised the gun to his pink lips, tongue already darting out to lap up your cum. you watched through half-lidded eyes, your own tongue hanging out of your mouth like a bitch in heat, wanting nothing more than to have his tongue on you... in you.

“don’t worry my love, i’ll give you what you want. but first...” he leaned in, sadistic smile finally reaching eyes which shone with his true colors. with his thumb, he traced  the contour of your lips, following the beautifully split curves that had resulted from weeks of biting born out of paranoia. nevertheless, you were entranced. 

“beg for it.”

you didn’t have to think twice -- you couldn’t, not when the drugs had reached their zenith, forcing you to feel things you could hardly comprehend. you slipped your fingers into his hair, caressing his lightly tousled and curled strands impatiently. your lips parted before you could think, already mewling and begging the mafioso to fuck you senseless.

“p-please...”, you whined and desperately tried to buck into his hips, wishing he would finally undress himself. being the only one naked felt awfully lonely. but he only clicked his tongue in malcontent and moved slightly backwards.

“please what, belladonna?”

“please me!” your voice echoed in the near empty warehouse as your thighs clasped around his waist, struggling to bring him closer. he hummed blissfully and let your thighs latch around his waist, your pleads building a fire within him. “touch me! do me! fuck me, please, dazai!”

his smile was predatory. whatever self-restraint he’d built up had shattered upon hearing your sweet and needy mewls. one thrust and he was buried deep inside you, your slick allowing him to slide in with ease. you let out an elated moan, dazai following in your stead as your hips rutted into his to meet each thrust. your eyes lolled into your head, the sensation of his entire length filling you up practically setting your nerves on fire.

“mm, how i missed this, dear.” he leaned into your ear, his husky and low voice musing sweet moans and whispers of how much he loved you, how you no longer belonged to anyone but him. his words, his presence, his sheer love for you was on full display-- so beguiling it left you no choice but to shamelessly purr in agreement and press into him, marveling at the way your heated bodies intermingled, held together by a thin sheen of sweat across your chests.

his nails dug deep into the tender flesh of your hips, but pain refused to register in your head at this point. the drugs had your vision swirling, fading from black to clear every so often as his body violently and harshly bucked into yours. the only thing you could see, the only thing you needed in life, was him.

his moans were intoxicating as they were blithe, easily stroking and reigniting the lust that had caught in knots within your stomach. whether it was an aftereffect of the drug or from the smothered acknowledgement that you were being raped by the monster who’d taken everything from you, your stomach twisted with indignation and detestation. you wanted to throw up, to close your eyes and pretend this wasn’t happening, to pretend this was no longer you -- but the drugs he’d forced down your throat had brought out a carnal side of you, a side that delighted in how carelessly and reprehensibly he took your innocence from you.

“my belladonna…” his tongue prodded against your neck in hot, wet bursts. you squeezed your eyes shut as his gentle love bites stung as if to leave marks for days to come, your senses heightened by the aphrodisiacs. looking up at you through dim light that pooled into the abandoned warehouse, his eyes were lusty with satisfaction. “you don’t know how long i’ve waited for this, love. i-i can hardly hold myself back, much less drag this out for too long, unfortunately...” he bit at his lips, straining to keep himself from cumming too soon.

instead, he embraced you, allowing himself to enjoy your warmth and scent. your perfume was just as he imagined it, the light sheen of sweat coating your body was proof of how scared you were, but the cum staining your inner thighs and his dazai’s dick was proof of how much you were enjoying him. paradoxical and confusing emotions had blurred your foggy mind, leaving you with remnants of what was right and wrong. you shouldn’t be enjoying this -- you didn’t want to be enjoying this -- not when the bucking of your hips and the parting of your lips was not your own.

you hated this. you hated him. but right now that didn’t matter, and you hated that too.

you’d asked for this, but it was hard not to screw your eyes shut and try to forget about what was happening. you wanted to imagine he was someone else, or that he was someone you actually loved in the first place, or that this was all a fever nightmare -- but you couldn’t. your senses were heightened beyond a boundary you didn’t know you had; whatever drugs he’d used were potent and you only hoped they wouldn’t kill you at this rate.

then again, perhaps death was preferable at this point. whatever he had in mind when he was finished would surely be along the lines of keeping you like a beloved pet for his entertainment.

“don’t close your eyes, belladonna.” he cut into your thoughts with that sultry voice that seemed all the more euphoric and irresistible under the influence of aphrodisiacs. despite yourself, you audibly whined when he stopped fucking you, waiting for you to follow his command like a good girl. it was surely only a few seconds, but the suffocating silence and the sickening heat of his body pressing into yours felt like the length of an entire war -- one which you lost. he smiled, unable to resist a small chuckle when you finally opened your eyes, still avoiding his gaze. “good girl. now watch me make you mine, darling. this will be the norm from now on anyway.”

your lips trembled, successfully resisting a moan, when he continued his ministrations, fingers harshly digging into and grabbing your hips for better access. the sounds of sex -- the slapping of skin, the gross sound of his cock rubbing against your slick cunt, his feverish moans coupled with the ones you couldn’t hold behind closed lips -- it almost felt like forever. dissociating from the situation was surprisingly easy, eyes now wide open -- if only to make this go by faster -- and pinned to the steel beams of the warehouse ceiling. his moans, ragged and animalistic, were fuel for the sickening heat pooling within your abdomen, but there was nothing you could do to drown out your own sounds of pleasure. part of you wanted to scream for help, scream in pain and agony from being taken so ruthlessly by a man who could ruin your life with a snap of his fingers, but that part of you was stifled to near-death under the influence of his black market drugs and the weight of pleasure you didn’t want.

you thought -- hoped -- he’d leave you thereafter he’d had his way with you. but fate was not kind to you; in fact, it liked to watch you suffer. that much was apparent when a playful spark of curiosity flashed across umber brown eyes.

“rid your thoughts of any prospect of escaping, belladonna. you’ll never get far. i’ll chase you to hell and drag you back myself if i must.” 

the cold metal he pressed against your left hand was a welcome change to the overwhelming heat of your body... until you felt a tight, clenching sensation wrap around your heart, realization dawning upon you. renewed panic shot through you when he laid an insouciant and loving kiss upon your new engagement ring. his eyes flashed with sadistic bemusement as they rose to meet your frightened gaze.  the emotion in his eyes was frightening, a flux of intense adoration and obsession.

“till death do us part, yes?”

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[rosalind-of-arden]

as requested, Wolfe, YBDSM

Ok. Let’s see if we can make this as epic as your Dario one. This is going to be long. Click to continue reading at your own risk. There will be amateur psychology and sex below.

First of all, we are going to have to split most of this into pre-Rome Wolfe and post-Rome Wolfe, because Rome very, very thoroughly messed with his head.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): Before Rome, very high. He and Nic both were up for multiple times a day when circumstances allowed. It didn’t take much to get him thinking dirty thoughts either. Nic looks at him the right way and he’s looking for a place to sneak off to for a quickie.

After Rome, his sex drive is very unpredictable. Sometimes he’ll be as horny as he used to be. Sometimes he desperately wants their old sex life back, kinks and all, both because being able to do those things proves he’s ok, and because he misses the life he had before Rome. That yearning translates into the sexual kind. Depending on what he ends up craving, though, this can result in fights with Nic, who is wary of any activity he feels is too risky. Sometimes a need for reassuring touch also comes through as sexual desire, which he and Nic find mutually enjoyable because it can be satisfied with lots of sweet, cuddly sex.

But he can also go weeks without really wanting sex. This is, needless to say, very frustrating for both him and Santi. He also tends to get so far into his own head that he sometimes misses obvious flirting that before would have gotten him going. Much of this is because after Rome, he really doesn’t see himself as desirable. It doesn’t even occur to him that yes, Nic was giving him that look to suggest that they sneak off to the bedroom because why would Nic want to do that with broken, messed up Chris? He’ll second guess and self doubt himself right out of the mood.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): We’ve already been over Wolfe and his hair, I think. He is very vain about it. This applies both before and after Rome. He is not happy that he’s going gray, but he still loves the length of it, and the way it feels when Santi plays with it.

Before Rome, I’m not sure he would say he has a favorite body part. He liked the whole thing. He was hot, and he knew it. Santi also liked to show off his sexy Scholar, and made a point of telling Wolfe how much he liked taking him to formal events, or even just out on dates, because he wanted everyone to see how lucky he was to have such a gorgeous man. Unfortunately, Santi’s bragging about Wolfe also included the fact that even though they’d been through a lot of battles, Wolfe had very few scars. This was 100% a “I’m so good at my job, I never let my Scholar get hurt” thing, not a “he’s hot because he has no scars”, but I think you can see how that will become a problem...

After Rome, he flat out hates most of his body. He lost a lot of muscle from being starved, and while he’s gotten back in shape since then, it still isn’t the same. His body doesn’t feel the same as it used to, he has new aches, pains, and limitations that he didn’t have before, and he hates it.

He also has some significant scars from being tortured, and he finds them ugly to the point that he has a hard time believing that Santi is still attracted to him. (Santi, for his part, doesn’t think they make Wolfe less attractive. The scars bother him because he can very easily imagine the wounds that caused them. Needless to say, he has not told Wolfe this, so Wolfe badly misinterprets any apparent negative reaction to the sight of his scars.) This means that he isn’t always comfortable with being naked, and feels awkward when Nic complements him on his appearance.

He does, however, have some favorite places to be touched, which are not affected by Rome. He likes both kisses and bites on his neck. He also likes attention to his hands and wrists; Nic used to massage them for him after he spent all day writing and holding books, and starts doing it again when Wolfe takes the teaching job, even though he isn’t spending as much time writing as he used to. His back is also quite sensitive. Before Rome, he greatly enjoyed all the marks Nic could leave there when playing rough. He used to look in the mirror and admire patterns of bite marks, scratches, etc. After Rome, he’d still like that, but he also appreciates gentler massages, and, when his scars are bothering him, attention to his scars.

His favorite parts of Santi are his shoulders, arms, and hands. He greatly appreciate’s Nic’s strength and all the things he can do with that strength.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): We’ve already discussed his naughty habit of sneaking off for sex in inappropriate places. His other dirty secret is how much he likes taking the submissive role in BDSM play.  He and Santi generally split topping and bottoming, both in the vanilla and the kinky sense, as evenly as they can. But while Wolfe will gleefully tell Nic how much he enjoys dominating him, he will pout and pretend to be disappointed when it’s his turn to sub. He actually absolutely loves it. He has a bit of a kink for taking orders and being forced to behave (we don’t see this in the books so much, but it is 100% there in Stormcrow - Santi shows up and starts bossing him around, and he’s all for it). He also finds it extremely relaxing. Normally he is very much in control of himself and constantly thinking, so being able to let go of that and trust Nic to take care of him is a nice break for him. After Rome, being able to stop thinking for a while is even more important to him since so many of his thoughts are bad.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): Before Rome, he could go for multiple rounds. Santi lasted longer but could only come once before being done for a while; Wolfe came more often and was ready to go again quickly. They worked out plenty of ways to maximize both of their enjoyment once they figured this out.

After Rome, he doesn’t last as long and is rarely up for more than one round. It takes Nic real effort to get him hard again after he finishes. Does this play into his feelings of inadequacy? Yes, it does. Is this possibly caused by his feelings of inadequacy? Sure. It’s a vicious cycle. I am completely in agreement with what @blessedharlot has written about Wolfe having trouble keeping erections after Rome: intrusive thoughts, subtle triggers, and other trauma responses, along with his feelings of self-hatred, all can take him out of the mood.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going):

Before Rome, being admired, whether for his looks, his intelligence, or his accomplishments, was a huge turn on. After Rome, admiration is generally a turn off. He just doesn’t believe it’s genuine, or that he deserves it, and depending on his mood, he may even interpret it as mockery. And needless to say, he does not appreciate being reminded of the accomplishments that were taken from him.

Both before and after Rome, he’s turned on by Santi’s skill, competence, and authority. He likes to watch Nic work, and greatly appreciates his skill not only at fighting, but at strategy. There is probably nothing more arousing than losing to Nic at chess, although he would absolutely never admit it. He’s embarrassed by that obedience kink of his, so he’ll downplay how aroused he is by having Nic put him in his place.

Both before and after Rome, he enjoys novelty. Doesn’t matter what it is: a new position, a new toy, a new place to have sex, anything he can experiment with is good. Luxury, also. He is a hedonist and likes having the mood set with things like good wine or nice silk sheets.

Also both before and after Rome, but more important after Rome, he likes sex as a way of getting his mind off things, so any activity that fully occupies his mind will get him going. Intense physical stimulation of any sort will do it for him, but Nic can also get him excited with challenging positions or power struggles that require him to think about what he’s doing in the moment and not the million other things going on in his brain.

Well, that was a lot. Hopefully a fair trade for all that lose lovely Dario ideas. I think all of this ought to answer the question posed by that particular combination of letters ;)