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-> giving you special mentions when he performs, he would definitely dedicate a song or two to you and would always be looking for you in the audience to make sure you're enjoying yourself or to just give you a giant grin because he is so happy that you came.

-> writing songs about you, he would have a few songs written about you or that are just for you that he hasn't released. it would be a way for him to express his love for you through another thing he loves, music.

-> always does little things for you that seem insignificant and common practice to him but mean a lot to you and make your life easier (he definitely knows the sidewalk rule).

-> every time he gives you a card for an occasion, there is an absolute essay written inside it of him just yapping about why he loves you & funny memories from the year (especially if it's your birthday). throughout your relationship, you accumulate boxes full of silly notes, cards & drawings he has given you.

-> after some years as your relationship progresses and gets serious, he would probably get a little tattoo of something that reminds him of you - to everyone else it might be a cute little character or nice quote, but to him it's for you. a way for you to always be with him.

-> he would be clingy, if you had to leave the room to do something, he would get up and join you. even if you're just going to the bathroom, you'd open the door once you'd finished to find him standing there.

-> even more clingy when he is drunk and not afraid to make it everyone else's problem.

-> always has the same 2 reaction images that he abuses constantly when you text him, to the point where it's annoying. all you can do is wait a few weeks until he finds new ones to harass you with.

-> you and his mam are practically best friends and always manage to join forces in bullying him playfully - he swears he hates it but really he is so glad you guys have such a good relationship.

-> pda doesn't bother him one bit - the moment he wants to kiss you, he will, even if it is in public.

-> he loves to play with your hair and tries to give you different hair styles - if you have a claw clip, he'll try to put it in to make some kind of cute half up half down style but it never comes out the way it should. you also taught him to plait and when you're both sitting together relaxing on an evening, he will grab some of your hair and plait it (it does always come out lopsided though).

Dread was all you could feel as you hauled yourself out of bed on Monday morning to get ready for work. Back to reality - the weekend truly was your escape, no Mr. Lenney keeping a judgemental eye on you, waiting to pounce with an unmanageable chore in hand ready to impose upon you.

The office was quiet. As much as you hated the 8am starts, you figured it was the best way to fit in all of the necessary work without working too late into the night. You sit at your cubicle, carefully removing everything you would need from your bag, setting yourself up for the day was, in all honesty, quite enjoyable.

The harsh tapping of footsteps against the cold linoleum snapped you out of your tired daze - only after a few seconds you could process the fact that they were getting louder, coming towards you. "Did you complete the report I asked you to?" came that damned voice. You swivel round in your chair, adjusting your shirt, to look up at the man. His face was contorted in an unpleasant sneer, as if you had offended him. You had always wondered what put him in such a shitty mood this early - the day had barely started, what was there to be angry at? "I did." Silence clung to the air, the only sound was the whirring of your computer loading, you had barely logged in when Mr Lenney approached you. Finally, after what felt like far too long, the blue of the screen illuminated your face, allowing you to open the report. "Here it is."

You braced yourself for yet another distasteful remark to come out of his mouth, but instead you were met with an abrupt "Good." You swore you could even see a gentle softness in his eyes for a split second, but it disappeared just as quickly. It was nearly impossible to hide your surprise, your eyebrows shot up and mouth opened slightly before curving into a wide smile - had you proved yourself? You knew you shouldn't get ahead of yourself but you couldn't help but dream about things finally improving. After spending so much time working for Mr. Lenney, his behaviour could be predicted - he was likely to go back to the same condescending man that you had unfortunately grown accustomed to. Yet that glimmer of hope persisted, maybe this was the motivation you need to work even harder and demonstrate how good you could be.

"I'll email you the details for the next one." His eyes scrutinised your face, seemingly taking in every detail, "Have it complete by noon. And I wanted it handed to me in person."

"Yes sir," you swallowed thickly, mind filling with dread but nodded anyway. The thought of entering his office was slightly terrifying, you'd never done it before. Part of you wanted to question him but the majority just wanted him to be gone, so you let it go. At least out in the main office you were surrounded by your colleagues, he couldn't do anything to you there. But alone? Did you truly know what he was like? Would he act the same?

You shook away your thoughts quickly and refreshed your email, eyes fixed on the incoming notification. Better to get it over with.

11:57am. Working in the office was like navigating a time warp. It felt like you had just opened the guidance for the report when in actual fact it was almost time to hand it in. In person. Only one step remained, with 3 minutes to spare all you had to do was print it. You pressed your lips together nervously and clicked print, falling at the last hurdle was something you did a lot.

Destiny is certainly predetermined, you confirm as you stand before the printer that was proudly presenting a glaring "PAPER JAM" error on its screen. You didn't even have time to think, you just started grabbing at the pages that were stuck, praying your report would slide out smoothly and you could both make it to the office in one piece.

You had no idea how long it had taken for you to free the printer but evidence of your victory was visible in the form of a small tree's worth of crumpled, torn paper in the recycling bin. Compiling the pages and passing by a stapler on your brisk walk to Mr. Lenney's office was the final thing you could do.

Gingerly, you raised a hand to knock at the door, heart pounding as if you'd just done a 100m sprint in record time. The cool metal handle felt nice on your clammy hands as you entered the office, contemplating every life decision that had led you to this moment.

"12:02," Mr. Lenney was sitting in his large, leather chair, that same disapproval painted on his face. Your once neutral expression contorted into first one of hurt, then of fiery, red anger. Those three simple syllables were all it took to completely crush your spirit. You open your mouth to speak, trying to choose your words carefully, as much as you hated the man, you couldn't really afford to lose this job. "I said I wanted the report at noon." Mr. Lenney's cold blue eyes were fixed on your trembling figure standing before his desk, showing no signs of remorse.

"Sir, it is two minutes past twelve," was the only phrase you could muster up without exploding. Maybe he would be gracious - he had always been matter-of-fact, never hiding what he thought. Maybe this was just one of those moments and he wasn't seriously criticising you over a measly two minutes. "And I said noon," He stood up from his chair, moving swiftly around the desk to lean on the front of it, staring directly at you with the same cold eyes.

"I know what you said." Your irritation was becoming more and more apparent, "I had an issue with the printer that took a while to fix."

"And how many of your colleagues also have an issue with the printer?" Mr. Lenney stood up tall, towering above you, and tilted his head expectantly. "Um.." you pause, dumbfounded, what kind of question was that? "A few, I suppose."

"And how many of them hand in reports at the precise moment I ask them to?" For a second, a small, devious smile flickered onto his face, "I'll answer for you. All of them." Your ears felt hot with anger, you were tired of constantly being treated like a slave, someone who had to meet his exact demands. Your efforts were never enough. "It was two minutes!" You make eye contact with him, steadying your voice, "You constantly feel the need to belittle my work, acting as if what I do is worthless when I know it is absolutely up to standard," He doesn't say anything but you swear you see a hint of shock appear on his face for half a second.

"Do you think I have no expertise? Does my work have no value just because I'm new? I'm sick of trying my hardest only to be dismissed, my passion for this job motivated me to try my best but the more you demand and demand, the less willing I am to prove myself to you."

You shut your eyes, trying to regain composure. It was dawning on you what you had just done. The worst that could happen was you got fired right? Or could he stop you from ever getting employed again? There definitely wouldn't be a good recommendation letter from him to help you get another job, hell, you were lucky enough that this company was even accepting fresh graduates with little experience. You braced yourself - it was done now, all you could do was shamefully accept the consequences. You didn't really feel sorry, this had been a long time coming and Mr. Lenney definitely deserved to hear it and besides, your fellow colleagues probably felt the same way.

Carefully, you cracked open one eye just a sliver, expecting to see that same classic scowl that never left Mr. Lenney's sour face but instead, you were met with a big toothy grin. Your eyes shot open and widened in sheer, unbridled disbelief - was he... happy? Was he even capable of feeling anything but disgust? Your gaze met his - there was something different about his eyes too, they didn't look so cold? Was the glint of evil even still there? This felt extremely wrong. He wasn't even looking at you like you were some kind of incompetent, brainless fool. A smile almost crept onto your lips, you truly couldn't believe what was happening or what you were thinking. Maybe I should just quit on the spot, part of your brain was screaming - you didn't even have the faintest idea what he could be thinking and that was truly terrifying.

"You can take a hell of a lot," were the first words to break the heavy silence hanging in the office. Your mouth opened, evidently moving faster than your brain as you struggled to find words. "Meaning..?" You cocked an eyebrow at him, mentally praying that finally he might start to explain his insane behaviour. "You're tough." He said, matter-of-factly, not feeling the need to expand any further. "This was a test?" You asked aloud, half intending it to be an internal thought. "I'd prefer to call it guidance," he began to smirk a little, relaxing further against the edge of the desk, "what is it they say? 'Pressure makes diamonds' right?"

"Hold on," you make eye contact with him, stepping forward to be closer to him, "you mean to say that your actions were some kind of training ?!" You no longer cared what mighty CEO Mr. Lenney thought of you, you were going to advocate for yourself no matter what after hearing that so-called explanation. "You're getting it now," he nods, the smirk had disappeared yet his demeanour still felt condescending, "Does it not feel good? To be pushed your maximum potential?"

"Do you get off on degrading people?" You spat through gritted teeth, looking down at the ground so you could take a deep breath to try to steady your pounding heart. The creaking of the mahogany desk ripped you from your thoughts, Mr. Lenney stood up and began approaching you, stopping directly before you. He placed a finger under your chin and gently tilted your head upward to face him, "Do you get off on being degraded?" he echoes, piercing eyes looking directly into what felt like your soul. Suddenly the room felt much hotter, you could feel your cheeks burning up. You had to admit he was attractive, anyone could see that. It felt like hours were going by, each second marked by the thumping of your heart against your ribcage. "You're not usually speechless," he chuckled slightly, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip, "So why are you now?" You pull back slightly, needing a moment to process everything. Why was this making you feel some kind of way?

Before you could come to any conclusion, you felt Will's lips on yours. Soft and inviting - everything previously he hadn't been towards you. You gasped, pulling back, "This-" you swallowed thickly, "isn't appropriate." He was your boss, or more importantly, the boss of quite literally everyone, with a serious reputation to maintain. Moreover, you had your own reputation to maintain if you wanted to continue moving up in the company. He didn’t move closer. He waited, searching your face. Silence hung in the air. Will was leaving it up to you to make the choice - a hard choice at that. Was it worth risking a job for this? Tainting your relationship with colleagues? Unexpectedly, you found yourself answering yes to both questions. The adrenaline was making you feel fully alive, something that you hadn't felt in a little while.

You stepped closer, firmly making the decision, allowing your lips to brush his. This time, the kiss was hungry but not sloppy - he was kissing you as if the thought of doing it had been consuming him for years. Each movement was deliberate and gentle, like he wanted to know each part of your mouth.

He finally pulled away. "Let me make it up to you," he looked at you with such a conflicted expression like he was trying to contain any of the tenderness he felt for you, trying to hide it behind the hard exterior he usually maintained with ease. "I will admit, I pushed you to your limits," his eyebrows furrowed, "but I know exactly what you need right now to feel better." There it was again, that classic smirk creeping right back onto his features. "You gave me hell." You began to feel as if you shouldn't have kissed him, remembering exactly how he had made you feel beforehand, but curiosity got the better of you - was there more to him than met the eye?

"Then let me show you heaven."

You shuffled your feet across the carpet, adjusting your shirt to try and distract yourself from the growing wetness in your underwear. You couldn't let him see that this was affecting you. But he way he said it... you believed he truly did know what you needed. And you could only get it from him, the man who made every day intolerable for you. It all seemed like some sick joke, but you could feel yourself giving in to the temptation.

"Of course, only if that is what you want?" the softness had returned to his eyes, he reached his hands out and took hold of yours, "I'll take care of you. Promise." You nodded, giving his hands a quick squeeze. He dropped to his knees and pushed your skirt up, swiftly pulling your tights down to expose your soaked panties. "It looks like maybe you do get off on being degraded," he laughs, eyes glinting with satisfaction. "May I?" he begins to hook his finger under the fabric of your underwear. You would have had to be the strongest woman in all of history to resist the man before you, on his knees with glistening blue eyes looking up at you, almost excitedly. "Yes," you say quietly with a small smile. Will wastes no time at all, removing your underwear in one motion, along with the tights bunched at your feet and shoes. "So beautiful," he whispers, taking in the sight of your dripping cunt, pressing a few soft kisses to your thighs. You feel your face heating up, this was not something you would ever have thought of doing but you couldn't help but feel the adrenaline was going to heighten your pleasure. "Please," it comes out barely a whisper. You needed him to touch you and you needed it now.

Without saying another word, his mouth found your clit and latched onto it, sucking gently at the sensitive nub. The sensation made you gasp, hand instinctively grasping his hair. He was lapping up all of your wetness, tongue gliding effortlessly between your folds, with each stroke threatening to snap the knot in your stomach. "Will-" you breathed, he was maintaining eye contact with you, face still buried in your cunt, eating like a man starved. You were dangerously close, thighs clenching and sweat forming on your forehead, yet he maintained the pace. He could feel you unravelling on his tongue, "You close, darlin'?" he pulls away intentionally to leave you flustered and confused. "Will!" you whimper at the loss of sensation, trying to push his head back down. He chuckles and focuses all of his attention right back on your tender clit.

The knot was beginning to tighten once again and Will was fully aware of this. He slides a finger gently into you, pumping slowly at first but then picking up the pace and adding another digit. Your legs began to shake as you chased your orgasm, "I'm gonna-" you groan, swallowing hard. The sensation was immense and you were sure Will was some kind of magician. Suddenly, everything stopped. You felt the cold hitting your arousal, and above all, you felt empty. Will had removed his fingers and sat before you, looking up with a satisfied grin. "Since you are so eager to please me with your work, I'm wondering how eager you are to please me right now."

You huff, of course he would act like this, anything to stroke his already inflated ego. "Please," you were getting frustrated. "I need you." you finish more quietly, but just loud enough you were certain he could hear you. "What was that?" he stood up and cocked his head. "You heard me," you whine, "Please don't make me repeat it." Will smiled, and led you over to his desk, gently bending you over it. You felt him lean over, body flush with your back, his breath falling on your ear, "You're gonna take it all, hm?" he taunted you.

Will wasted no time freeing himself, slipping on a condom he retrieved from a drawer - with your approval, he plunged his hips into you harshly as he let out a low groan. He barely gave you any time to adjust to his size before moving back and forth with a quick rhythm, the lewd sound of skin against skin filling the room. You could feel the tip of his cock pounding at your cervix mercilessly. A shaky moan left your mouth as you gripped the edge of the desk harder, each thrust making your vision cloudier and mind number. "Look at me," he demanded, grabbing your hair to pull your head back - he loved to see the look in your eyes, what he reduced you to, seeing you come undone and fall apart on his cock only pushed him harder. You were in another realm - you could barely even hear what he was saying, the sensation was overwhelming as he pushed deeper and deeper with each stroke, abusing the back of your cunt. "I said," he pulled harder, strengthening his grip on your hair so his eyes could fixate on yours, "look at me." His expression was a mixture of insatiable lust and determination, "Look how well you take me." A smirk grew on his face, you had spent so much time convincing yourself, and him, that you didn't need this, and now all that effort had been put to waste and Will had been proven correct. He almost laughed, "You're so gone for me." The same girl that swore she hated his guts was wrapped around his cock letting him use her, and she was practically gagging for more. All you could do was whimper in reply, your heart was pounding in your chest and your body was growing weaker. "Go on...use your words," he jeered, knowing you couldn't bring yourself to say anything, simply letting your head flop back down. "You can't even form a sentence."

Will nearly lost control as he felt your walls beginning to clench around him, "So fucking perfect..." he gritted his teeth, trying to maintain the same pace but his thrusts were getting sloppier - you drove him wild. His grip on your hips was near bruising as he continued to rut into you, chasing his own orgasm. "Oh my god-," you bit your lip, you knew you couldn't be loud but you felt yourself nearing your own orgasm. A few thrusts and the sensation washed over you, Will following right behind.

The air in the office was thick with heat from your bodies colliding. "You alright?" Will looked at you, this time with a new kind of sincerity you had never seen before. "Yes, thanks," you smile at him, carefully padding around the room to collect your discarded clothing. "Maybe I was a little rough with you..." he rubs the back of his neck before bending down to pick up your tights. "Yeah," you gave him another tired smile, you were honestly dazed, you had never been pleasured like that before and certainly not in a semi-public setting. "I meant also with your work," he paused, "You are brilliant at what you do."

For the first time, you felt validated. Maybe your long hours spent slaving over the desk was worth it - even though Will hadn't said much, you knew it meant a lot. He wasn't exactly a sappy, speaking from the heart type of guy so this was groundbreaking. "Thank you," you beamed, earning a light-hearted chuckle from him. He sat you gently on the edge of his desk and helped you into your tights before handing you your shoes. After straightening yourself out, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear and smoothing your skirt down, you felt normal again and definitely less exposed - what had just happened was dawning on you. "I guess I'd better get back to work.." you say, some awkwardness returning to the atmosphere.

"Sure." Will leaves a gentle kiss on your cheek, "I think I'd like to have a few more 'meetings' with you," he grins, rubbing his finger across your cheek. "I think I'd like that too," you smile and turn back towards the door, ready to go back out to your cubicle. There was no way you could say no to him, you needed to uncover more of the tender and sweet Mr. Lenney that you had been given tiny glimpses of today.

GREED — george clarke

> pairings: player george x uninterested girl.

> with such a large following, george clarke was on the radar of many girls. his charisma and charm easily manipulated them into falling for him so he had them right where he wanted them. this was too easy, so much so that it was almost boring to him. it was something that came absolutely natural to him - until he set his eyes on you. a girl who wasn't so malleable and who he was completely unable to read. quite frankly this was terrifying, yet even more enticing. it was no secret that he loved a challenge, loved the chase and more importantly, the victory.

WRATH — arthurtv

> trope: good old enemies to lovers.

> working as influencers in such close proximity to one another meant you and arthur were bound to cross paths - you just didn't anticipate to clash the moment you collaborated. your goals were too different, your ideas for the long term were poles apart - the partnership just wasn't viable. everything begins to change when you are invited to work together again, and arthur unexpectedly admits his regrets to you.

ENVY — arthur hill

> pairings: yearning arthur x ex girlfriend.

> turbulent breakups were your specialty, while they were not so good for your mental health, they were absolutely brilliant for your music career. having found success practically overnight after pouring your emotions into a song you thought you would release as a one off, you were preparing to release a full album. honestly, the process of writing it had been healing and you were finally in a place to celebrate your success fully with a party. even if arthur, who had been listening to your music and keeping up with your life, found his way onto the guest list, right?

LUST — arthurtv

> pairings: yearning arthur x somewhat oblivious reader.

> arthur didn't know it was possible to be addicted to someone until he met you. he craved your touch - hungered for it really. every time you walked into the room, he felt compelled to move towards you, to feel you, to be close to you. the temptation you carried was something he didn't believe he was strong enough to continue resisting.

GLUTTONY — chrismd

> pairings: hard working chris x neglected girlfriend.

> being the girlfriend of a successful youtuber was a dream - a comfortable life, and both of you were able to pursue the careers you loved. but sometimes the pressure of social media meant chris had to work harder and harder, dedicating hours upon hours to perfecting work, curating edits and planning future endeavours. you admired his work ethic, of course, but with work consuming all of his time, where did that leave you?

SLOTH — willne

> pairings: nonchalant will x yearning reader.

> inconsistency - apparently your favourite trait in a man. after months of hanging on, waiting for will to step up and be a proper boyfriend, praying for just one bouquet of flowers, you snap. sense had slapped you in the face and turned your idea of him completely upside down, you were done with delusion and ready to move onto bigger, better things. you had finally let go, so why couldn't will?