To be updated as more fandoms and work will be added:
Hellsing Ultimate {Alutegra}
~ An Offering of Blood (full) {One shot. A stressed Integra hurts herself and she decides not to let the blood go to waste. Alutegra +shippy. Rated M +warning: angsty, blood drinking, explicit self harm depiction, and a little dirty.} ~ao3 link
~ Proposition (multichapter) {Integra plans to proceed with marriage arrangements to continue her bloodline, but wants to gain some, uh, experience. Basically plot is weak excuse for smuttiness. Rated E so 18+only please, ty.} ~ao3 link
Proposition {Chapter 1} ~ao3 link
Proposition {Chapter 2} ~ao3 link
~ Exquisite Torture (full) {Integra needs information from a certain magician - She decides to enlist Alucard's help to get the information out of him. Mild flirty Alutegra. Not explicit, just the usual dark themes. More of a character study.} ~ao3 link
Goncharov
{Andrey and Katya}
~ What's Your Poison? (full) {In Which: Katya meets Andrey} ~ao3 link
Baldur's Gate 3
{Astarion / Y/N (f) Reader}
~ Secret Appetites (full) {An "I crave you" prompt with Astarion x Y/N (f) Reader. AUish. You are a noble in court, and best friends with Astarion, but you do not know he is a vampire. You're about to find out. (Suggestive, but not explicit. And yes, there is biting involved.) One shot. Enjoy!} ~ao3 link
Darkmoor/Dark Universe {Victoria / Dracula}
~ In the Throes of the Beast (full) {One shot. No spoiler summary (if you wanna go in blind): Doctor Victoria Frankenstein and Count Dracula have a chat after he bites her. Anyway, they are both bananas. Spoiler(ish) summary: My imagining of how Victoria captured Dracula. /END SPOILER/ (Heavily inspired by a certain Dracula retelling, iykyk) 1200+ words. No real warnings - language and mentions of violence is all. Non-ship unless you squint - you might catch a vibe} ~ao3 link
Strong Girl Nam-Soon
{Nam-Soon / Shi-Oh}
~ Smoke Screen (full) {A one-shot. Our strong girl Nam-Soon must find creative ways to keep her employer Shi-Oh (Si-O…?) busy while her cop friend (they are friends right now in this story at least) Hee-Sik snoops around. Distractions get out of hand and there's a kiss.} ~ao3 link
Squid Game
{Recruiter/Salesman / (f) OC}
~ Touch of Evil (in progress/multichapter) ~ {Our OC Anya gets some news that her estranged brother is missing, and she is determined to find him (this will go differently than what we see in the series ofc - and she will get heavily involved with the organization itself). Her only real lead is the "salesman" / "recruiter."} {Recruiter x (f) OC and a little OC x someone else. This is dramatic and angsty dark romance (?), enemies to ?? and rated E because there will be smut. #au-ish.} ~ao3 link
TBOSAS/Hunger Games {Coriolanus Snow x f Reader}
~ In the Still of the Night, Coriolanus Snow x female reader/Y/N (full) ~ {Coriolanus Snow being creepy and touchy as you sleep at your desk. Young Pres Snow or Head Gamemaker; can be read as either.} ~ao3 link
~ Undisclosed Desires & Power Plays (multichapter/incomplete) {Post-TBOSAS. Takes place when Snow is Head Gamemaker and he has to work with someone who doesn't exactly like him. Enemies-to-enemies with weird shit going on. Super dark themes.} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5}
heyyyy hun! if you’re still doing fanfictions would you perhaps do a frontman x reader one where they meet outside the games? maybe with smut/fluff?
Hi, it's my first time writing for him so I was excited about this! Let's gooo. Hope this is ok. This has hurt/comfort, smut, and fluff.~
In-ho / Frontman x f Reader - no use of y/n. [2600 words]
Plot: You (reader - hi reader!) are a waitress at a diner a certain someone starts visiting regularly. A relationship develops. There's a build up here. Yall are in love okay this kinda got outta control
Warnings - unprotected sex here; Rated E so adults only! Side note - please do not repost elsewhere or i'll send the recruiter after you <3
The first time you saw him was when he walked inside the diner you worked at. It was a small place just outside of Seoul, a hidden sort of gem only locals really visited.
He caught your eye, and handsome and stern as he looked, you couldn't look away. That and the fact that you hadn't recalled ever seeing him before. He was dressed all in black - It almost looked like a costume in some thriller or action movie. His hair was slicked back, and he appeared, in his dark mood and seriousness, a little intimidating.
You attended to him, taking his food and drink order. He avoided looking much at you and mostly responded in short single syllable answers or nods.
"Bad day?" you finally asked, as you arrived to collect the plates at the end of his meal.
Maybe you shouldn't have asked, but then again, maybe he needed someone to.
He finally looked up at you, and you realized you were right. It was either bad day, or bad life. He, handsome and perfect as he appeared, looked absolutely haunted.
"No," he replied. "It's just another day."
A small smile crept on his face but it didn't quite reach his eyes. It appeared he was upset about something but keeping his guard up.
"Thanks for asking."
You assumed he really did appreciate the gesture so you smiled and bowed slightly in return.
"Well, the food's complimentary today. It's on the house," you said, feeling both generous and a little bad for him.
"It's not necessary."
"No, really. Don't worry about it. Take it as an invitation to come back another time."
"I will."
When he finished what was left of his warm drink, you saw him leave some cash and make his way to the exit. You were shocked to see he left a huge amount of cash for a tip - tipping itself was uncommon around these parts, much less such an extravagant amount of money. It was more than what you earned in a week.
"Wait! Hey!" You said running to him as she left out the foor. You chased him outside, cash in hand.
"Sir!"
He stopped in his tracks, his back to you.
"Sir -- I can't take this. Even if you wanted to pay for the meal - You gave me too much money."
"I didn't," he said sternly, turning to look back at you without making eye contact. "Take it. Please. It's yours."
And that was the start of everything.
You saw In-ho at least once a week at the diner. He knew your name by now and always asked for you. He even waved if he caught your eye when he first entered the place. He was starting to smile more. Although he always looked haunted.
You were always happy to see him and looked forward to it, even. It was not a surprise to you (or to some of your coworkers, who had caught on by then) that your initial attraction to him had turned into a small crush.
One day he managed to be more forward than you had ever anticipated.
"Is there anything else I can bring you?" you asked after he finished his meal.
"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" he asked instead.
"No, go right ahead."
"I know you're not married since you don't have a ring on your finger. Do you have a boyfriend?...Or girlfriend?" he considered.
"No," you chuckled suddenly a little nervous. "No, I don't. Do you?"
"I had a wife," he said after a moment. "She used to come here sometimes."
"Oh..." you said. "Maybe I met her then."
As absurd as you knew it was, something like jealousy or sadness coursed through you at the thought that maybe he visited regularly to think of her - not to see you.
You wondered what happened between them, or to her...
"I've had people I cared about," he continued. And there it was again. That haunted look. "But that was a long time ago..."
"Oh," you replied, not knowing where to go from there. But you worried you had made him uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry-"
"When is your shift over?" he asked suddenly.
Yours eyes widened as his gaze met yours. Was he going to ask you out?
"Oh, uh-" you stuttered a bit in your surprise. "In about two hours."
"Can I treat you to something then?"
"Sure," you smiled. And he responded to it with a small smile of his own.
"I'll see you again in two hours then," he said.
That evening, you both went for a walk in the park and for a few drinks. You made small talk - about the city, the weather, the news recently. As the sun set, the weather had cooled down a bit. He put his jacket over you and offered to walk you home.
At the doorstep of your place, he leaned in and kissed you. Softly. Innocently. That was the end of your first date.
A few days after that, you saw him again after work. He took you to his place for dinner that he had cooked himself for you. That night, when he kissed you, it wasn't so innocent anymore, and you were urgent with desire by the time he had his hands on you and took you to his bedroom.
There was so much you didn't know about him even if he had by then confessed to certain things about his personal life he likely hadn't told anyone else. You knew his wife had passed, you knew he made a lot of money, you knew he had some estranged family. You didn't know about his job, you didn't know what he did on his time off. Even his home looked barely lived in, like a model home.
It was hard to deny the connection and attraction you felt with him had you insatiable and melting into his every touch. And you caved then, gave into him even if it was just for the night. Maybe, you considered, it would be the last time you ever saw him. Every moment with him sometimes felt like that for some reason.
But you didn't care. And it wasn't.
The mutually beneficial relationship you had with In-ho lasted longer than you ever thought it would. You didn't know how official it even was - you both didn't even speak daily, but you were content and fine with the arrangement. After a few months he even gave you the key to his seemingly barely lived in home so you could show up if he asked.
One day in particular you got a strange call from him.
"I know this is last minute," he sighed on the other end of the line. "I need you to meet me at my place tonight."
"Sure. What time? I'm off at 6."
"Anytime after your shift."
"I'll be there."
And you were.
You hurried to his place after making a quick stop at yours to get ready. You decided to indulge in extra dramatics that day, wearing lacy white lingerie with matching heels. You wore a silky white robe as you waited for him at his home, setting up a nice arrangement of wine and candles in the living room. He had sounded a little rough over the phone so you figured it might make his day to be treated to.
But you were left waiting for hours - the candles were almost completely burned down, and you were starting to feel stupid in lacy underwear and your hair and makeup done. A little annoyed even.
You opened the wine bottle and had a cup of wine without him. He wasn't even answering the phone.
You even figured you should just leave, but you quickly brushed off the thought. No, it must be something important that was keeping him. He really wanted you there if he called so last minute. Over the phone he had sounded more solemn and desperate than his usual.
You'd stay and wait. Worst case scenario, you'd stay over, and he'd have to sleep next to you and deal with it.
It had gotten so late that after another hour or so you eventually fell asleep on the couch. You had started to dream until you were woken by the sound of thunder, and the creak of the door opening.
A storm must be on its way. All the lights were off, except for the dim glow of three of the candles that had not completely melted away yet.
You froze in terror when you saw a dark outline of a tall figure dressed in all black. A masked, hooded figure. Still, watching.
They were quiet- too quiet. For a moment you almost thought you were hallucinating.
Was it In-ho? Or did someone break in?
Your mind assumed the second.
The door closed behind him, and you stood up, eyes wide and mouth dry with nothing but the taste of wine. You swallowed hard. Stupid freeze response. You blinked, looking down at the tapered candle holder on the table. You grabbed it as it was the only thing near you that had any potential to be a weapon.
"Get away from me," you said shakily, in fear. "Get out, or I swear I will -"
"Hit me with a candle holder?" His voice sounded off.
He stepped towards you but stopped a few feet away.
"It's me," he said. His voice sounded off, but somehow...
"In-ho?" you asked.
He removed his mask then, revealing himself, and you noticed he looked almost exactly as he had when you first met him. He was all in black. More collected, his hair polished, and wearing a stern expression. Still haunted.
"What the hell? Are you trying to scare me to death?"
He ignored your annoyed statement, the blank look still on his face. He finished up the glass of the wine you had left on the table. Then he placed the glass down and looked into your eyes.
Every time he looked at you, you felt as if he could see right through you. It was startling. Somehow, the candlelight and his gaze mixed with his polished appearance and dark clothing made him look dangerous.
He stepped towards you again and took the candle holder from your hands, placing it down on the table.
"I'm sorry. I had a bad day," he said finally.
He placed his gloved hands on your waist started running them down your form. The touch had a sort of gentle hesitance to it, different from the way any of your past lovers had touched you before - it elicited goosebumps on your body and made your heart race. Such reactions never failed around him.
His gaze was hungry, admiring of you and what you were wearing.
"The wine, the candles, the clothes. What exactly did I do to deserve such a prize?"
"I just wanted to surprise you," you said. "Now can you explain the mask? You scared me..."
"Maybe later."
"Fine. Are you sure you don't want to talk about your day at least?"
He smiled.
"No," he leaned in. "Right now, I just need you."
And he dove into the kiss, his mouth roughly moving against your lips. He slipped the robe off you and picked you up, moving you both to his bedroom. His lips on yours and his hands on your ass and thighs left you breathless and enticed. The effect he seemed to have on you was intoxicating, and the more sinister look of his in combination with the anticipation you had built up from waiting had you even more eager than the usual.
It had a mind-numbing effect on you and when he laid you down, desperation taking over you as he pulled down your panties. You were already wet and wanting, and luckily for you, he seemed greedy and wasn't in the mood to tease.
He didn't bother removing much of his clothes, seemingly desperate to have you. He unzipped his pants and slid inside you with a rough grunt.
"I had been waiting all day for this," he said in a somewhat strained voice.
The invasion made you moan and close your eyes, and you tilted your head back when he started pushing deeper inside you. Pleasure coursed through you like a wave, uncontrollable, making you squeeze and shudder around him.
"You really were waiting and ready for me, weren't you?" he said, getting cocky now.
He grabbed your thighs and raised them, black gloves on white gartered stockings. Heat spread through your core and all over. The slick in and out, in and out of him as he stretched you and rubbed against your clit had you whining, and you reached up to him, but he pinned your wrist beside you. With your other hand you managed to hold onto his sleeve in an attempt keep steady.
He was rough, desperate - he always touched you desperately, almost as if if he too thought that it would be the last time he would see you. But he clutched at you harder that night, kissed you like you, or he, had done something wrong.
You cursed, your orgasm on the brink of spilling out of you.
"I - I'm going to -"
He kissed you roughly again, drawing another loud moan out of you. You wrapped your ankles around his back and he growled, deepening his strokes inside you.
"You're beautiful," he rasped, touching your face. "You feel so fucking good. Come for me, darling..."
Your orgasm hit you then, hard and exhaustive, and after a few more thrusts he spilled inside you. He held you close until you both somewhat calmed yourselves down.
That night, you both had another glass of wine, took a bath, and laid down for bed. You were glad he appeared less stressed, less upset than before. And you were still on a high from your orgasm.
Nevertheless, that didn't stop you from trying to pry.
"So," you said. "Are you going to tell me about the mask now? Maybe about what happened at...work?"
"It was a rough day. That's all. Today was the end of something. I hate endings," he said casually, adjusting his pillow behind him. "The mask is a part of it. I have to wear it sometimes."
"Okay...That's all I'm getting?"
"I'm sorry I can't tell you more," he said, facing you.
"It's okay. When you're ready to talk, I'll be here to listen."
You would be patient, understanding. He brought out that side of you.
He ran his fingers over your face. His eyes were gentle. You couldn't believe then that he had ever looked dangerous.
"You might not want me then," he said.
The admission shocked you.
"What?" In-ho...Whatever it is and whatever is going on...I want you. I actually care, you know." You shrugged. "Some might even say it's love."
"Love?"
You nodded. You didn't need him to reciprocate in return, you only said it because it was honest. Life was too short to deny any sort of truth.
"Some might even say I feel the same," he said. "And what if the mask is part of who I am?"
You paused, thinking this over, while processing his admission to you.
"Then I'll learn to love that part too."
His eyes narrowed for a moment, and you hoped he wasn't doubting you. You meant what you said, after all. Even if hell rained down upon you for it, you had come to realize that there wasn't much you wouldn't do for him.
in my work of fanfiction i am going to hold the villain responsible for their actions by making them have sex with the person they tried to kill, which will effectively address all the relevant moral issues by being hot.
Hi! I am open to requests I've just been bad at getting around to them in the past so I can't guarantee I'll get to each one. Here's yours though! ~
Warnings - unprotected sex, ropes, overstimulation, some rough handling (but he is still somewhat considerate of you) short smut piece
salesman / recruiter x f reader - no use of y/n. the plot is literally you're slutty for him and have sex, end plot. He veers on the dominant side here. Rated E so adults only!
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Unfortunately, your plan of meeting up with your friends did not exactly happen, at least not with you involved. You ended up at a stranger's hotel room, after being lured only by his good looks, polite smile, and veneer of something akin to elegance.
He had been somewhat charming, even if a little off - Or more than that. It became all too clear to you this man was something dangerous. It only took a few losses of ddakji and a few questions about the card he gave you (which he was perfectly and politely vague about) to decipher it. His manner was something cold, something almost mechanical in nature - unnatural maybe. It should have been a warning.
Yet somehow, it wasn't enough to resist.
He seemed somewhat interested in you after he gave you the card. And very casually, as if asking you out for a cup of coffee, he invited you to a hotel room. He removed his suit jacket, smiled, and not 5 minutes into the room, you saw the ropes (yet another red flag) and were quickly undressed by him.
That was how you ended up on your knees in a firm bed, chest and head on the mattress, with your arms tied behind your back as said stranger took you roughly from behind.
You should be embarrassed or ashamed, maybe - ass up, back arched, and cunt wrapped around the flesh of someone who you didn't even know the name of.
The wet, quick pounding of his cock inside you should've hurt. Admittedly, the initial intrusion did even if you were eager already. It had been a while for you and the sudden stretch when he entered you was something you and your body might have not been entirely prepared for. But you were already wet and arousal spread through your body quickly, almost too quickly.
His hands roamed your body like he owned it - and you weren't sure if you liked the idea or not. His thrusts had you moaning into the bed and gripping the sheets. Pleasure was making you stupid, having you forget that you had let this man slip inside you bare. You felt him squeeze your waist and felt pain in your flesh and abdomen at the rough hold. There was also the sickening pleasure on your cunt and on the sore, throbbing of your clit, as he invaded you.
Bruises were freshly bloomed and raw on your face from when he hit you more than a few times just an hour before. All for losing some stupid game. So when he reached out to hold your face in a strong grip, the rough act made you wince.
The stinging pain combined with elevation of pleasure spreading through your body had you fighting back tears. But it hurt a little too much then, and protests spilled from your mouth.
"Wait - it - not so rough," you said.
He slowed down his thrusts, obliging your request, to your surprise.
"No - I -" you moaned, and craving the friction, you dragged your hips back against him to encourage him. "Not that."
You swallowed, finding it hard to speak.
Behind you, he rolled his eyes, momentarily annoyed at the interruption and your lack of decisiveness.
"So you make the rules here?" he said, his deep voice somewhat amused. "What if I want to destroy you?"
"Just - Don't grab me like that, so tightly," you finally spat out.
He grunted as you dragged back against his cock, seeking him out again. He let go of your waist completely and pulled at the ropes that held your wrists together, arching your back further.
His hand on your face moved to squeeze your breast instead, and he pushed himself completely inside you again. Relief washed over you, your cunt taking him in like he was made for you.
"There," he said. "Perfect..."
But now he was dragging himself too slowly, and you craved his rough thrusts again, his deep, brutal pounding. But he slowed down by then, even as you tried to roll your hips against him and take him in quicker. You shut your eyes tightly.
You were on the edge - if he only deepened the motions -
"Can you -" you started to say weakly.
Your cravings were interrupted by his fingers between your legs, pinching the swollen flesh of your clitoris.
Desperate arousal and pleasure spread through you again and it hurt that he was not meeting deep thrusts along with his brutal touches. Overstimulation was starting to destroy you, and you just needed more friction and force again to come. He kept toying with your flesh, and tears welled in your eyes again. You bit your lip to soften the harsh moan that came out of you.
And that quickly, you had to tell him to do the exact opposite of what you wanted him to half a second before.
"Wait - Too much - please -" you begged, unsure if you could handle it. "Keep going - just - it's too much - "
You didn't know what you were even trying to say. You didn't even know what to ask for anymore. If he should stop touching you or keep going. Both.
"You're awfully wet for someone who keeps complaining."
His hand moved to your face again, two of his fingers slid in your mouth, and you moaned as he slid in deeper again. Your body appreciated the friction, rendering you speechless. Between your legs you still felt his painfully mind numbing touches that had you breathless and squirming under him.
"Should I stop?" he asked. It should've been something considerate, but coming from him, it was mocking. He was likely annoyed from your 'trying to make the rules' and what he considered to be bratty interruptions. He knew he was torturing you, and he savored it.
You nodded a refusal, soft whines as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, urging him to continue.
Plot [drama / AUish]: Our OC Anya gets some news that her estranged brother is missing, and she is determined to find him (this will go differently than what we see in the series ofc). Her only real lead is the "salesman" / "recruiter."
Previous: [Masterlist here]
Chapter warnings: none actually! U r safe
Chapter Summary: Anya making friends at work <3 (yeah that's pretty much it - Recruiter makes an appearance though)
"Hey, you" Anya said, ushering one of the guards over by the hall. The guard had retired to the inside of the manor, something they did whenever one of the higher employees was outside having chatting about something "important."
He (or she) pointed at themselves, confused.
"Yes, you. Come sit. I made extra food," she said. "Stew and some bread, all from scratch. And there's fruit too, and dessert..."
Often, the guards themselves cooked meals but other times Anya or Ra-im made something special.
Anya wondered what these people even did aside from security and 'housework' and the occasional cooking. Maybe in time she would get some answers on this. For the time being, she had made some extra food today and even baked some cookies for the guards.
She didn't much like part of her nature that was overtly nurturing even when it wasn't her duty to be. She was not so proud of something so seemingly weak and unrewarding. But it was something hard to deny, a deeply rooted tendency in her since she was younger. And in this case, it might actually work to her benefit. It could be advantageous to play nice with everyone and be on their good side. Higashi guards included.
The guard took a seat at the dining table and looked up (she presumed at her).
"What is it...?" she said, after a moment of silence.
"We're not really supposed to remove our masks," they said. "I don't need to take up space here. But I'm very grateful. Maybe I could take the food to my room. Or -"
"I'm your superior," Anya interrupted, in a sudden spur of confidence. "You're allowed to relax. Take it off and eat."
She smiled softly, trying to coax him or her into relaxing after her demanding words. Almost timidly, the guard lifted the mask. He was a young man about Jae's age. He appeared hesitant, eyes downcast. Ultimately though, he seemed to relax once he tasted the first spoonful of stew.
After a few minutes, Anya brought over two others. The guards were sitting there, masks lifted, quiet but seeping into comfort. They were eating and drinking a meal that Anya presumed was probably better than their usual. She had to judge them for their cooking - they were not the best cooks themselves, which was part of the reason she and Ra-im sometimes took over.
Surprisingly, Anya had managed to get some light conversation out of the guards. They appeared to feel more comfortable around her. It was about 20 minutes or so of peace when Lee walked in.
He paused, observing the scene of three guards with their masks lifted, eating stew and Anya sitting right across them.
"What exactly is going on here?"
At his arrival and questioning, the guards shuffled nervously and immediately stood.
"They're eating," said Anya. "I made enough for everyone. They're probably hungry and tired from standing and bored out of their minds."
"I see," he said plainly.
"Would you like something to eat as well?" she said, as casually as possible.
He nodded a 'no,' observing the guards one by one after that.
The room was silent, fear lingering in the air that the recruiter brought with him seemingly everywhere he went. He looked at her, then at the guards again, in something akin to disgust.
"She's new," he finally said to them. He turned to the counter and started making his own quick coffee. "Take 5 minutes to finish up and get back to your posts. Then you can put on your masks and ignore her. Ms. Seiya here will take care of the dishes and cleaning up. "
They scattered like ants in less than that, masks on and back to their places in the halls.
Anya did not complain. She simply did as he said, picked up the dishes, organized and put away any food that was left in the connected kitchen. She was used to orders. A good thing, she thought. She was unmoved, and if she kept her patience, there was the slightest possibility she could kill him with kindness.
"There was no hot water or coffee ready," Lee said, as he poured himself the drink.
"I could have made it for you. Obviously."
"And I can do it myself. Obviously," he said. "But that's not the point. There was no hot water or coffee ready. Do you know why that is?"
"Okay," she said, as calmly as possible. "Why?"
"It's because you're not doing anything but distracting the guards. So no one noticed," he responded. "I don't know why you're even concerned about them. They're unimportant. Don't disturb them."
"I wasn't disturbing them."
"If you're preventing them from working, you're disturbing them," he said calmly.
"They had nothing to do but stand around in a hallway. They weren't even outside - Nevermind," she said, as she sprayed and scrubbed the table a little more rigorously than intended. She avoided looking at him, lest she lose her patience. "But what's important here is that you don't want me talking to the guards. Why? Is there something I should know about them?"
"No. Now finish cleaning and stop asking questions," he said simply. He was leaning against the counter and finishing his coffee, apparently getting some satisfaction out of watching her work.
"If there is something I should know," she said. "You should tell me, or I'll get it out of someone else anyway."
She wasn't sure where such a brazen side of her came from, but considering she couldn't exactly punch this man in the face at work, it was what she resorted to on impulse.
"You know, you're a condescending little -"
"I don't think you're in a place to be calling anyone condescending."
She regretted it instantly, but before he could respond, or maybe punish her for that, Ra-im walked into the dining room.
"Lee," she said bowing. "Mai! The cookies smell amazing. I could smell them from upstairs -"
"The fact she made them means she had nothing better to do with her time. She was also feeding the guards. Isn't there something else your 'trainee' should be doing?...You or her employer should get her in line, or I will."
He brushed past them and out the door. The scent of his cologne lingered, momentarily clouding the scent of chocolate chip.
Ra-im's eyes widened, staring at his back, then at Anya after he left.
"Wow. He's in a bad mood. That's the most he's ever talked to me in all the time I've been working here. What happened?"
"Nothing happened," Anya stressed. "He just didn't like me feeding the guards."
Anya served herself some of the leftover coffee that Lee had made.
"Well if Jae or the others didn't give you anything to do, you're fine. It's just...normally we don't really pay any attention to the guards. I don't think Jae would mind, though."
"Right. Hopefully not," she sighed. "Want any coffee?"
"Oh, no I've had too much caffeine already," said Ra-im, taking a seat. She took one of the cookies left out on the only bowl on the table.
"I won't make a mess, I promise," she smiled. "So, what's Japan like? You were raised there, right?"
"Yes," said Anya. Some of the facts on her falsely-created file were based on truth. Anya figured mixing some small truths in with a big lie made the lie more believable.
"It's nice. I miss certain things about it."
"Do you know I've never been? I've never traveled anywhere outside Korea."
"Oh, well it's very beautiful. The mountains, the water...There are beautiful islands too."
"Do you have any family still there?"
"No," she said. "None."
"Well, we should go one day. You could show me around," Ra-im said. "Someday soon, maybe..."
Her tone was almost sad, defeated, at the end of her sentence. Anya got the impression they were talking about a future that might never happen. She knew that what the recruiter had said when he visited her apartment had some truth in it - everyone worked here was owned, probably to the death.
And death was probably the only way out of here.
"What do you think?" asked Ra-im.
"Hm?"
"You'll show me around Japan sometime?"
"Oh, yes. Definitely," she smiled.
"Promise me then," she said, holding out her pinky finger.
"That's serious, Ra-im," she said, half joking. "What if I can't keep a promise?"
It's okay," she shrugged. "We make them because we want to try."
"Maybe you're right," Anya smiled, and locked her finger with hers. "Okay. Promise."
"Good! We'll pick up some guys then when we get there."
"I guess we could do that."
"Are they handsome?"
"Yes," she laughed. "I think you'd be happy with the selection."
Ra-im clapped her hands excitedly. "We'll go shopping and pick up guys then."
"Sure. We'll go to the best restaurants too. There are a few places I never got to try when I was living there. Money situation and all..."
"I can't wait. Do you have a boyfriend waiting for you there?"
"God, no," she said, crinkling her nose. "Used to."
"I've had so many. I lost count after 10," she sighed dramatically.
"You must have a lot of good stories then."
"I do!" Ra-im replied proudly. "So what happened to your old boyfriend?"
"He wasn't loyal to me," she shrugged.
"Oh...sorry."
"It's fine. So how are the cookies?" Anya asked.
For some reason, although her judgement told her she shouldn't for obvious reasons, Anya found herself growing to like Ra-im. She was kind and bright and lively - like a sister she might have wished she had when she was younger. Yet somehow, here she was, working for some criminal organization.
As if she could read her mind, Ra-im asked:
"So, are you feeling good about working here so far?"
"Well..." she said. "For the most part, yes. Aside from what you just saw...everything has been okay."
"I told you the others wouldn't bother you too much. And they like you so far from what I can tell."
"Yeah, I guess you were right," said Anya thoughtfully, her mind now focused on the only person who had a problem with her. The outlier, so to speak. "Except for Lee."
"He's probably just having a bad day. It happens."
"I guess so. I'm just wondering how to get on his good side..."
"His good side?"
"Mhm," she said, although any sort of semblance of peace with him still seemed impossible and for good reason.
"I would say just leave him be or sleep with him. But I have no idea what's going on there."
"You know what, you're right, Ra-im. About the leave him be part, anyway. You said he likes to be left alone. I'll just make more of an effort to ignore him and be ignored."
"Yeah, forget him, Mai. It'll work out! I'm sure. What mostly matters for you is to be on Jae's good side anyway. Oh, also, I wanted to tell you something...I think there's some kind of meeting coming up with the VIPS."
"Who are the VIPS?"
"Some rich people the company does business with."
"How exactly do we do business with them?"
"They invest, I think," Ra-im shrugged.
"That's it? Do we...know anything else about them?"
"Vague, I know, but no, not really. I'm just letting you know in case you get called to assist. I doubt it - I've never even been to one of those things myself, but I'm letting you know just in case. It's not exactly a fun thing is all I can tell you," she leaned in. "One of our workers was kind of, uhh...well...killed at one of their so-called 'events'. So just do whatever you're told to. I need you to live if we're going to travel someday."
"Note taken. Thanks for the warning..."
Every time Ra-im casually mentioned someone dying gave her warning enough.
After a short, uncomfortable silence, Ra-im spoke up again.
"Well, it's been a long day. I'm off early! See you tomorrow, right?"
"See you tomorrow," Anya replied.
Morbid as her mind worked, Anya wondered if there would ever be a day when she would say that to her, without the fulfilment of it the following day. 'See you tomorrows' were the same as hasty promises made - phrases you hoped to keep, but due to fate, maybe couldn't.
And for some reason she couldn't remember the last words she said to her brother, or which ones he had said to her. If they had been fighting or not. And she hated the idea of forgetting, and of promises broken.
Plot [drama / AUish]: Our OC Anya gets some news that her estranged brother is missing, and she is determined to find him (this will go differently than what we see in the series ofc). Her only real lead is the "salesman" / "recruiter."
Previous: [Masterlist here]
Chapter warnings: intrusive thoughts, semi-explicit masturbation. entering smutty territory. I hope Salesman is okay?! He is! He is...
Rating is E here obvi - adults only please!
Chapter Summary: Sales-sturbation in the shower. (LOL)
It would be nice to do something else these days. Maybe he should see if he could do some more work. Company assassinations and what not. Try to find more potential VIPs (a somewhat newer part of his job), now that he had already met his quota (and beyond) for game recruits and had researched enough for future subjects to approach. He felt depleted of work. A sore realization, as that was what he lived for.
Whether he was in his nice apartment, at one of the estates or facilities, or at a nice home in a getaway paid by the company, he was fine. Content. But lately his mind was overworking and he was so full of energy. Extra exercise aside from his usual didn't fix it. It was even difficult to sleep. Maybe the extra work would help, he thought.
He decided to take yet another shower to try to unwind. The water pressure and temperature were amazing on his back and shoulders. His right shoulder in particular appreciated the treatment, as it was usually sore due to his consistently excellent but strenuous playing of ddakji with pathetic strangers.
He finished soaping up his body, washing his hair. He scrubbed and washed his face gently, and remained enjoying the heat and pressure for a few moments longer.
Unless he had work to do, he usually preferred to go to bed early. He liked early mornings. In fact, considering he loved a good, precise schedule, he should not still be awake. He doubted anyone else was. Except for her, maybe - Anya was a late sleeper, he knew, and she sometimes stayed over the estate as well. She might also be showering right now too. Or watching television. Or sleeping with his coworker, if said coworker got his way. Because "Jae," as 'patient' and calm as he claimed to be, was particularly persistent. That boy was spoiled and entitled - he wouldn't be surprised if he was pushing adamantly for it.
Lee couldn't believe his coworker had been stupid enough to hire that woman. He deserved the consequences of it for being so foolish. She was blatantly lying to his face with a fake name and a very convincing background and apparently, he had no suspicions.
Lee himself had checked "Mai's" file. Anya had found a way to create a whole new identity (again - she had done so once before, he recalled), and ended up tempting his very naive coworker into getting her a job. Somehow, with her charm along with some police connections no doubt, she had succeeded in the ruse.
And he wouldn't say a thing about it. He couldn't expose her, at least not directly.
Partly, yes, he enjoyed drawing it out and making her think that he just might at any moment tell everyone she was a fraud who had snaked her way into the organization to cause trouble. But the truth was his pride couldn't take the fact that he would be blamed for ever letting her live in the first place. She went chasing him down for answers and he didn’t close the loose end. He would be a failure and he was not about to accept responsibility for such a minor slip up. He didn't allow himself mistakes.
He should have killed her the second she spilled wine on his shirt and slapped him. No, earlier. That day at the park. Or maybe when he first followed her to the convenience store by her apartment at night. It was dark and she was always alone at that time - or so she thought. He could've grabbed her easily (she was smaller than him after all, and although seemingly stocked full of incessant rage, to his knowledge she wouldn't be able to fight him off). He should have taken her into the dark alleyway and shot her dead. Problem solved.
No, that was too easy. He needed to relish the moment. The slow, simmering torture of it all. He should have wrapped his hand around her throat and made her feel it when he killed her.
Though he had a preference for guns, knives could've been fun too.
Instead, now she was pretending to ‘assist’ the company and tending to the 'needs' of her superiors. Maybe she was doing that right now.
It was ridiculous. He may as well have taken her here and fucked her himself.
He mentally shook off the thought.
Yes, he should've killed her.
A rush fueled him, a hit of adrenaline, and urged his entire being. He looked down at himself, his cock hard and urging attention. Apparently, mingling thoughts of sex and murder almost too quickly got a rise out of him.
Is this what he had amounted to? He almost loathed the idea that he was wound up so easily. Then again, he shouldn't be so surprised. He didn't remember the last time he paid himself any attention. It would be ideal to get this over with now so as to not wake up with come all over himself in the morning. That was fucking annoying.
He took ahold of himself and started stroking softly, feeling warmth spread all over his body at the attention. When he did this, he tried not to think or even visualize too much, and instead only focused on the feeling of it. Although seemingly contrary, this was just something to get done, and his thoughts often veered into strange territory if he didn't compartmentalize. He was messed up enough as it was - and his defects, or rather, strengths should be put to better use elsewhere. He closed his eyes, trying to completely calm his racing mind.
That was where things got difficult.
He should have killed her. Thoughts of blood flooded his mind. He wasn't sure which was more appealing - the thought of killing her or of undressing her.
Maybe he should've tried it - broken his 'look and don't touch' rule (after all he shouldn't be fucking the help - he was better than that) - and gotten it over with just once. It was just a passing curiosity.
He had met her first anyway. He was the only one who knew her real name and could write up a file on her based on memory alone. It seemed awfully unjust Jae should be the one having her in any way. His coworker had earned nothing. Jae, vapid idiot that he was, only saw her figure and pretty smile. He saw everything else. He had studied her. He had her memorized.
He had even kissed her first, at least as far as he knew. Instinctively he licked his lips at the fleeting memory.
He could visualize more than that - he could take her to his room and bend her down, fuck her from behind, make her cry and grip his sheets. Her voice, low and soft, would sound so good if she begged for him. He was sure he could wring it out of her.
It would be good to grab her and fill her with him, unload some of his growing frustration, he thought. She deserved it anyway - she soiled his shirt now exactly almost exactly 500 days ago.
He felt his groin and stomach tightening in raw, seething pleasure. You should be thinking about killing her, not fucking her, remember? the (arguably) logical part of his mind attempted to refocus and remind him. Although the killing seemed to make him equally as excited. And though his shoulder hurt at his constant strokes, he continued - quicker and harder. He placed his left hand on the wall in front of him for leverage. As the muscles of his arm strained, he almost thought he should stop, but his body seemed to chase pleasure in spite of pain. It was times like this he wished he was ambidextrous and not solely right-handed.
A soft snarl reverberated from his chest as he tried to focus on feelings, not thoughts filled with her.
The steaming water hitting his back, neck and shoulders brought added relief, enveloping him with more warmth. Soft groans spilled from his throat, and he knew he would no doubt hate himself for this later. With some strong strokes, seething pleasure in his lower body, and pain in his shoulder, he finally came over the wall, strings of white hitting the dark shower tiles - the water quickly washing it all down.
As he rinsed himself off again and turned off the shower, he felt better already, tired, and finally ready to at least try to get rest for the night.
Plot [drama / AUish]: Our OC Anya gets some news that her estranged brother is missing, and she is determined to find him (this will go differently than what we see in the series ofc). Her only real lead is the "salesman" / "recruiter."
Previous: [Masterlist here] + author note
Chapter warnings: none (can you believe)
Chapter Summary: Jae and Anya plan a date, Anya tries to establish neutral ground with the Recruiter.
So far, Anya had not encountered too any problems in her secondary job. She was picked up a few days a week and taken to an estate, or manor - though it was much more a facility - the one where she had her tests done when she started. Sometimes she even stayed over the place as needed.
From what she gathered, the place seemed to be somewhere in or near Bonghwa or Uljin, and she relayed this information to Ema. There were offices, bedrooms, even a fitness center and what appeared to be a small clinic open in the mornings. There were a few higashi guards present which checked her upon entry (apparently, she was not fully trusted yet) and were positioned in and outside of the premises. There was also some sort of indoor pavilion attached to the property. The estate was laid out like the one where the event was held, surrounded by only woods and trees.
The work so far was relatively simple. Nothing she couldn't handle. She was growing accustomed to it. Ra-im was helping her train and learn the basics, and Jae was a seemingly reasonable boss to have. The other recruiters asked for simple, doable errands, and even then, such cases were rare. Anya got the feeling Ra-im was right about them not wanting to upset Jae somehow. So they mostly let her be.
Given that she hadn't had any real issues (aside from the other recruiter visiting her apartment to try to scare her off, and occasionally trying to sabotage her work - again, nothing she couldn't handle), she was surprised one day when Jae was insistent on talking to her about something seemingly serious.
"Mai," said Jae, as Anya was refilling some of his coffee. "Can you sit with me for a few minutes?"
"Sure," she said, before taking the seat across from him.
His tone was more serious than the usual. She couldn't read the look on his face and was thus prepared for either praise or punishment. Although Jae was usually kind and patient, she knew he had another side to him and she would not be surprised to see it.
"How have you been feeling about working here?" he asked.
"Good," she said. "It's been going better than I thought, honestly. Why?"
"Just checking in," he said. "Getting along with everyone?"
"Yes."
"Has anyone given you any trouble?"
"No, everyone's been fine. Why?"
"Even Lee?"
She stilled for a moment. Had he said something about her? He needed to mind his own business.
She momentarily clenched her hands into fists beneath the table.
"Even Lee," she replied, meeting his eyes.
"And you've never done anything to upset him? Aside from...that time when he forgot your name at the party?"
"Absolutely not," she said. "Why? Did he mention something?"
"Maybe," he responded.
"I never even talk to him."
Anya scratched a little at her neck and tried to reel in her combined fear and irritation.
"Listen, you're not in any trouble," Jae smiled. "Lee can be difficult. He's a pain and he's probably just targeting you. Or me, I guess. With him, who knows."
He sighed.
"That's probably all that's going on. Avoid him when you can and if you can't...Just be nice and try to get on his good side so he doesn't give you, or us, any trouble."
Anya thought she should've shot the man when he showed up at the door of her apartment. He was better off dead anyway. Most people here probably were. And seeing that man bloody and on his knees dying would probably be cathartic even if she would no doubt pay the consequences for it.
"Well, I treat everyone here cordially and with respect. You can ask the others," she said defensively, whilst trying to shake off satisfying visuals of dead, bloody recruiter. She had to defend herself here anyway, she thought. No one was going to do it for her.
"Yeah, I thought so. Then it shouldn't be a problem. He'll get over it," he shrugged. "I wasn't trying to worry you or anything. I'm sure he'll come around."
"I hope so."
"Just so you know...I think it's nice you take care of everyone here. You're always quick about everything and your meals are some of the best...And along those lines," he said, smiling again. He reached to her hands and took them in his.
"I also wanted to tell you that we should get dinner later."
"Sure. I think I'm free if my boss says so," she smiled. "What time?"
He thought it over. "Seven? Does that work?"
"Seven is good," she agreed. "As long as you don't plan to drug me again."
She was not going to let that one go. He released her hands and chuckled.
"I won't. Promise," he smiled. "Again, sorry about that. Work is weird."
"I gathered that," she said. Understatement.
"Well, I'll let you get back to it then. I know I piled on a lot for you today."
"It's fine," she said standing up to leave. "Your clothes is all freshly ironed already. I'll bring it to you after your lunch."
"Sounds great. I'll see you later."
Crisis averted, she thought (or hoped). At least partially. As soon as she walked inside the estate and started making her way up the stairs, Anya came across the one person she was looking for. The suit - the recruiter appeared to be leaving, holding a briefcase in one hand as he made his way down the steps.
"I was just looking for you," she said.
"Well, if it isn't the Japanese invasion," he said, brushing her off and seemingly expecting her to follow. "What can I do for you?"
She did her best to ignore his remark on her background and hurried to follow him down the stairs to the hallway.
"I need to talk to you for a second."
"We already did that," he said. "And you still have a few days left to change your mind, by the way. Your 90 days is almost up."
"What have you been telling Jae about me?" she said, finally catching up and walking beside him - in a bit of a hurry, as he seemed to be a quick walker himself. He checked his watch.
"I told him that you're an exceptional and trustworthy employee," he said, voice alight with sarcasm. "Why? Does he think otherwise?"
She knew their relationship - if it could even be called that - was never going to be an amicable one, obviously. Her grudge against him was major, and they had threatened each other one too many times. Most recently, he attempted to scare her at her apartment, and she threatened him as he had done before. Probably not the best way to establish any sort of peace in the workplace. But she needed to at least pretend to establish neutral ground here.
"He thinks you have a problem with me, or him. He doesn't seem to have an issue with me, by the way," she said defensively, before deciding very well that this was not an argument to get into. "Look. I know you don't want me here, but I'm just trying to work, and -"
"And I'm sure your handler is happy to keep you around," he said.
She flinched at the word. He stopped in front of the door and finally turned to look at her.
"I have to say, I wonder what you did to make him so enamored. It must have been a very interesting game of ddakji. I'm not sure I've ever played a game so...stimulating," he sneered. "If you wanted to get slapped around, you could've just asked. Now if we're done here, I have things to do."
Anya knew better than to react to his crude implications. He was not going to push her into overreacting.
"I am just asking that we act..." she deliberated on a word.
"Oh this should be interesting. How do you want us to act?" he asked, with a tilt of his head. "Like you didn't spill wine on my shirt and I don't know you're a liar? Like I don't know your name? Anya?"
"Quiet," she said in a low whisper, appearing aghast that he had said her name out loud. He smirked, and the urge to hit his face again seemed to scream in every cell of her body, but she suppressed it.
I want you to act polite enough to mind your own business, her mind suggested, although it was an obviously unrealistic desire. She took a deep breath and looked away from him in a sad attempt to compose herself.
"What's wrong? Are you worried your 'handler' with hear us?"
Handler. She couldn't help the look of disgust that crawled over her at that word again. She felt her nails in her fists once more as she tried to reel herself in from any and all anger or annoyance. Disgust mixed with anger was not going to get her anywhere.
"This is fun," he chuckled, interrupting her thoughts. "Having secrets..."
"I want us to be cordial. That's all."
There. Cordial. That was the word.
"Cordial..." he nodded. "Okay. Well, I was 'cordial' enough when I advised you to leave before your 90 days, wasn't I? Yet you're determined to see this through. Because you are relentless," he said, stressing every syllable. Anya noticed the small change in his demeaner, from calm to something harsher. It was almost jarring, even if he was seemingly composed.
"I've kept my word," he continued calmly. "Haven't I? I haven't told anyone that you're a fraud yet. Tomorrow, I might feel differently. You did say you would handle whatever happens, yes? So handle it."
"I'm open to a truce instead," she said, surprising even herself at how calmly she spoke. Peace and diplomacy was what she needed to strive for in the workplace and she had to do her best to be political to this wild card. The mutual discord had to stop for now at least on the surface.
"Let's not cause each other any trouble. Please," she added, the last word coming out somewhere between a plead and a demand. "I don't bother you, and you don't bother me. Jae wants to make sure I'm on your good side."
"You are on my good side," he said as he looked ahead to the door and smoothed his tie. "Or aren't you still breathing?"
He walked past her and out the door, and Anya realized that not getting killed by him was closest she would get to being on his supposed 'good side.' It would have to do for now.
Hi! Promo post. Multifandom writer here and I have an updated masterlist here with links to my work. I'm also on ao3.
Fandoms I've written for are
Hellsing Ultimate (Alutegra).
Goncharov (Andre and Katya, nonship),
Baldur's Gate 3 (Astarion / f Y/N),
Dark Universe (Victoria and Dracula, nonship but you *might* catch a vibe),
Strong Girl Nam-Soon (Nam-Soon/Shi-Oh),
Squid Game (Recruiter/Salesman x f OC)
TBOSAS/Hunger Games (Coriolanus Snow x Reader).
Please always make a note of warnings and ratings of course. If you read my work, let me know on either platform if you enjoyed it!
Also: I take requests and am open to different ships but I won't lie, I have been bad about getting to requests so far. I am open to them though, so feel free to send them in for any of the above mentioned fandoms and I'll try to get to them.
Thank you and have a good day or night, wherever you are...💖
