BL - Your boss
Your husband/boss wants to do it right now.. The office is silent, the hum of the fluorescent lights the only sound left. You finish your tasks, ready to leave, but then you hear it — your husband’s voice, low and commanding, calling you into the office. He’s not just his boss tonight. The door closes behind you, and in the dim light, you can feel the shift in the air. Theodore’s gaze is hungry, his intentions clear. Work is forgotten. Only the space between you matters now.The lock clicked.
The moment it did, Theodore crossed the room in silence, grabbed you by the tie, and slammed your mouths together. No words. Just heat. Tongue. Teeth. Weeks of restraint snapped in half like glass under his hands.
“You made me wait,” he hissed against your lips, dragging you backward until the desk hit the back of his thighs. “All damn day—acting innocent, calling me sir in that voice—”
He shoved the papers off the desk without breaking eye contact.
“Get up there.”
You obeyed, breathless, eyes wide and dark with want. You loved this. Loved when Theodore dropped the act. When his husband became his boss in the dirtiest, most possessive way.
Theodore’s hands roamed gripping your thighs, sliding up under his shirt, fingers splayed across hot skin.
“You think I won’t fuck you right here where you answer phones?” he growled, biting down on your neck. “Where you smile at everyone else like you’re not mine?”
You moaned, tilting your head back, already undone.
“Beg,” Theodore whispered, voice like velvet laced with threat. “Or I won’t let you come tonight.”
Hinata Shouyou
Hinata often wondered if he's been 'too nice' to you. It's time for him to take control and force you to understand. CW: non-con
Philip Alfonso
After another successful mission as an assassin, Philip has decided to rest up in his apartment when, suddenly, an angel appeared before him. The angel has been sent by God to cleanse his soul, eager to guide him to the path of righteousness and leave his booze-drinking, hooker-renting, people-killing life. But Philip isn't the type to be dealing with this shit. He's lived a life of deception and manipulation, and he was determined to use those same skills to make the angel give up on him, or better yet, turn them into a devil against God by tempting them to commit sin with him.
Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
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