having a desk job while also having a hyper fixation on the locked tomb is hard for all the normal reasons work sucks but also because how am I supposed to sit here and act normal when my entire brain is consumed by tragic toxic yuri.
like sorry that you “require my assistance” or “need me to reply to this email” I am BUSY maladaptive daydreaming about whatever the fuck is going on between kiriona and ianthe.
“Update that spreadsheet” no. I am afflicted with Alectopausitis.
boss makes a dollar I make a dime that’s why I think about harrowhark’s DIY lobotomy on company time
giving john head for the sole reason of seeing how shocked he looks each time? absolutely
see john the captain™ lives by the rules, always has. so when after a turn of events (drunk makeout with his sergeant aka you) he realises his partners dont all have to be women, its safe to say you are wayyyyyyy out of his comfort zone.
ofc he knows he likes it, no doubt about it. he just forgets how much. and you are the feistiest thing he's had in his bed so being surprised by your tactics is a constant
to john, the act of receiving head is quite simple. a hot mouth for his cock, his one hand on your head to guide you and the other to hold his cig. that was his first mistake, thinking he could nonchalantly smoke while you were down there. as it turns out, your agenda is to suck the soul right outta this man.
he has you, no you have him on his couch in his office forcing his legs wide open and john cant understand how this way he feels more exposed than ever. you get right to it, kissing and licking down his length, while your arm holds him open, then you have the audacity to grab his ass????? he squeaks and the look you give him is so, so mocking he feels his cheeks flood with red
your hands are everywhere, one grabbing his thigh and the other kneading his pec like your life depended on it, and the way you're moaning on his cock like its your pleasure has him holding back tears. it's so much, it's all so much. he finishes too quick for his liking but then you keep going, and diamond rings start flashing infront of his eyes
when all is done and cleaned up like nothing happened, the two of you look like this:
yes that's you smoking his cigarette and him at the sheer thought of being fucked proper by you
“For a well known bakery you sure like the idea of pets mixing with food.” Sylus comments, handing Ursula the cash.
She snorts, looking at the two dogs that sat at the entrance of the open bakery. The two animals didn’t move from their spot, nor did they protest to getting pets from strangers.
“Everyone here knows that my dogs are the reason the bakery stays open. They only visit on warm days, and everyone enjoys their presence when the patio is open," she said as she began packing his order, carefully placing the pastries in the black box. "Besides, they stay away from the kitchen and the customers. They’re content where they are.“
Sylus glanced over his shoulder; one of the Dobermans glared back at him. The pink studded collar bore the name Theodoria in chunky lettering. The dog opened her mouth wide, showing off a set of silver-capped canines.
He took note of the display, smirking as he prepared his next remark to irritate Ursula. He always enjoyed teasing her in his spare time, which was quite plentiful. “Does that explain the silver canines? Are you sure they’re safe around civilians?”
Ursula’s right eye twitches, the smile on her face gone. She swallows hard, “Take your cup.”
“Seems like I hit a nerve, Ursi.” He hums, taking a sip of coffee as his free hand carries the box.
“Make sure the door doesn’t hit you on the way out,” she waves him off, going to the sink to wash her hands. “What an ass.”
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TROPE | mafia. secret society. high life. life undercover. enemies to friends to lovers.
BACKGROUND | ursula is the daughter to a devoted crime lord family that is enemies with sylus. she stepped out of the business to help her grandmother run the bakery and operate it. back in the day, the bakery used to be the underground entrance to the underworld of crime. it sold bootleg alcohol and drugs during the times of the prohibition. times have changed and mafias have gotten stronger. ursula is the only surviving child and wants nothing to do with the family but that’s until sylus finds the bakery and suspects that the long lost child of his enemy is here: cosplaying as a civilian.
