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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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Roger and Jessica Rabbit Effect pt. 3

Buggy Headcanon. Buggy x Reader

⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️ Some Angst, Action, Pirating

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<<< Previously. Part 4 >>>>

• Buggy knew being a Warlord while was a massive benefit added a new target to his back- However he would take advantage of these privileges to protect you- His Darling seamstress wife.

• Buggy with his new status made sure no one knew of you- insisting that he had claimed the island that was his home as his territory and even renaming it entirely to Blue Edge Island- Just so people didn't sniff around the spot.

• However it seemed not everyone got the memo-

• You were in the shop, finishing up the latest thing for Buggy. A wedding anniversary gift for your darling- A nice big coat for him that was white and orange, and styled similarly to his idol and former Captian Gold D Roger's. It was probably your best work yet and you were proud.

• Forced from your creative mind as you heard crashing outside. Quickly walking out confused that a light post or building had fallen you stand out in the middle of the street- Others doing the same as you. That was till an unfamiliar pirate ship could be seen and hoards of the aggressive crew yelled and began to slice through your home- Ripping through your Unprotected people like paper.

• Your eyes widening as you turned to run back into your shop and call Buggy- But you were yanked back by a rough hand, A man with a wicked grin

• The pirate snatching the gold necklace from around your neck and shoved it greedily in his pockets- Not even bothering to check the emblem on it.

• "Captian take a look at this one!" He screamed out, Easily overpowering you as he showed you off. The Captian as grimy as he crew jeered at you and ripped you from his lowly members hands and stared you down.

• "Shes pretty- Find the treasures and other fine specimens like this one! And Take her to the ship!" The man yelled, Tossing you towards other crew members and dragging you away to their ship-

• A act they would regret in time.

• Not far from your home in the East Blue Buggy was sailing- he was less then day away from the home he shared with you, planning to visit in his own way. But He had some errands to run however, mainly to stash some of their recent earnings.

• "Buggy Sir!" A Pirate ran up to the Warlord in a total panic, Buggy who was laughing down at his 'employees' working away after another well done job.

• "What What?!" He yelled, The young pirates hesitanting.

• "From the Transporter snail and a surviving resident of the area- Someone raided Blue Edge Island, a women by the name of (Y/N) and several other villagers have been reported stolen by the pirates who did this" The young pirate babbled out-

• "Blue Edge Island?- Is that the little tourist area in the East Blue?-" Mohji mumbled, remembering Buggy ordering for people to keep away from it entirely. Cabaji nodding at this-

• However what was noticed was how oddly silently Buggy was- they all silently looking at each other then at Buggy whos hands were digging into the wood railing- his eyes dark and he was grunting it teeth so hard it sounded like he was chewing sand-

• "....change course...We are heading to Blue Edge Island Now-" He said in a eerily calm voice.

• No one moved a muscle- All just staring at the Warlord who looked ready to explode.

• "I SAID NOW!" His voice roared, loudly- Everyone feeling a rush like they were being strangled in this moment as they felt true fear pour in their vain.

• "YES CAPTIAN!!" Everyone Shouted in unison before rushing off to do as told-

• You were loaded into the unfamiliar ship like cattle, you and other pretty things the Grimy pirates had ripped from your village.

• The crew members shoving a cloth in your mouth as they loaded you and the other scared villagers into the cells. You and the others bound in rope, shivering in fear.

• Feeling the rocking of the ship as the pirates sailed away from your home, after what felt like eternity a man came down- staring at all of you before opening the cell and yanking you out by force. You screaming against the restraints as he pulled you through the halls of the ship before tossing you into what you assumed was the Captian's quarters.

• The Captian staring at you with a wicked grin, fear coursing through your system as he reached forward grabbing the front of your blouse and tearing it open. You crying at this, he groaned and ripped the fabric from your lips.

• "My husband is gonna kick you as-" You started but he backhanded you quickly to shut you up.

• "Silence! You will be perfect, My perfect little bed slav-" The ship suddently rocked harshly, Him staggering as he looked around confused.

• "The hell?!" The angry man yelled as he pulled his hand away from your ruined blouse. You sat there shaking and terrified as you heard loud fighting from outside. Flinching as the doors were slammed open, fear bleeding into you as you expected the pirates from before to return-

• "B-Buggy?" You say softly, Seeing your husband standing there as he sighed in relief at seeing you tossing what seemed to be a man behind him. Rushing to you quickly and Reaching down to quickly cut away the Ropes that held you in place.

• His glove hands running over your face, Wiping the blood from your busted lip from the slap and his face worse then a storm when seeing the ripped blouse and the bruise around your neck from the necklace being ripped away.

• "Are you hurt (Y/N)!?- they didnt-" Be asked carefully, you shaking your head no which seemed to ease your husband greatly as he scooped you up in his arms with great care.

• The second you were in his arms you began to sob, Pressing your face against him as you babbled incoherently 'I was so scared' You managed to wheeze out as Buggg held you close. Rubbing his gloved hand on your back- You didn't see his face but it was twisted in pure rage then..

• Picking you up fully, Buggy carefully walked you out of the Captian's quarters they had you confined in. The other stolen villagers already safely on his ship to get treatment for their injuries.

• No one had ever seen Buggy this pissed off before- It was terrifying. The other pirates beaten within inches of their lives laying there staring at the Warlord once he returned from tucking you into his bed.

• "I-It was just a village!" The Grimy Captian manages out, wheezing through his broken ribs- Buggy scoffed at this and kicked the man square in the mouth shattering his teeth and making the man scream in agony.

• "THAT Village belongs to me- THAT part of the East Blue belongs to me-" Buggy yelled in rage, Pressing a boot into the screaming Captian.

• "and.. THAT women you tried to violate was My Wife-" Buggy said calmly, that's when everyone seemed to understand all at once. The color draining from everyone's faces drained of color.

• Buggy messed with his gloves, a new set you had just sent him and stained with the blood from your lips- he silently listened to the babbling and bloody Captian at his feet begging for his life- 'I didn't know' 'My apologies' and more sprouting from his busted lips- Buggy ignoring them as he stared at the man.

• "You ripped the necklace from her poor neck that had my Jolly Roger on it- You disrespected my Village and My Wife- However I have more important matters for now... So I won't personally rip you apart with my bare hands!" He hissed, But a wide smile that was clearly forced.

• "Set up the Firework Show-" He Said calmly as he turned to walk back to his ship. Buggy's crew seemed to immediately understand what this ment-

• The beaten crew tied to the mast of their own ship as crates of fireworks were loaded on the ship and forced away from the Big Top, Buggy's Canons aimed at the ship as he stood and watched calmly. Already hearing the screams of the other pirates begging for their lives or trying to escape- However that was a foolish thought.

• "FIRE!" Buggy roared once at a safe distance and a massive Buggy Ball was fired at the rival ship- Hitting directly as it exploded in a devastation of colors and screams.

• The Big Top crew all watching the fireworks in awe despite the carnage.

• "Why the Fireworks sir?" Galdino Looking to his Captian who had an unreadable expression on his face.

• "My Wife likes fireworks..." He said simply before dismissing himself while everyone watched the exploding ship and colorful sky-

• Down below Buggy checked on you, Seeing you were asleep wrapped around his pillows. Clearly having cried yourself out.

• Buggy sat on the corner of the bed, His hand rubbing circles on your leg as you laid there- Thinking silently to himself what he needed to do, guilt eating him alive as he stared at you.

• When you woke up you found yourself surrounded...

• By hundreds of Balloon Flowers. Different types and different sizes all scattered around you. Paired with a fresh outfit laid out perfectly on the bed. It didn't take a genius to figure out who had done this.

• You smiling as you touched a balloon sunflower so carefully placed next to you and holding it as a giggle left you-

• "So cheesy.." You whisper out softly and smile.

• Once dressed and holding one of the balloon flowers you walk up to the Main Deck, never having been on Buggys ship before the array of colors surprising you. There were also so many people- Everywhere who would stop for a moment to stare at you, Clearly surprised by your presence.

• Spotting Buggy rather quickly by his inflated size you call to the man. Who turns around red faced and comes to you immediately.

• "Get Back to Bed! You shouldnt be up walking around!" He yelled at you, However you knew this was just his pride and worry for you coming out at the same time. Waving him down to be at your eyelevel, he complies without a thought or word.

• Reaching forward you grab his face gently, giggling at the new scruff there and pull him down for a nice kiss over his lips.

• He gave a Goofy Giggle at this, as red as his nose as you smoothed your hands over his parted hair.

• "Thank you for Rescuing me Buggy Boo~" His eyes soften at this, smiling softly.

• "Anything for you Doll" He all but purred out as he peppered kisses on your cheeks and held you close making you giggle happily.

• His eyes widened however as he saw everyone staring at him with their jaws on the floor he awkwardly coughed.

• "Doll-l um let's get you back to the room okay? It's best until we get back to Blue Edge for now-" He said with the gentlest voice and had one of his hands escort you back to his quarters.

• "What are you looking at?" He growled in defense as everyone scrambled back to work.

• Alvida giggled at this point and looked at him "Whats with the Buggy Bo-"

• "SHUT UP!!"

• It soon spread like wild fire that The Infamous Warlord Buggy had a Wife that was WAY too hot for him-

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lunadileo · 1 year

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ღ Astrology Notes ღ

These are my personal observations that I wrote based on people around me and many years of observing them. Happy Holidays! ✨🎄🥂

💕 People with Taurus Venus are naturally such great gift givers. Their taste is impeccable and refind. They’d rather go for an expensive gift of high quality (perfume, jewellery, spa certificate) as they have a very good sense of style. They love spoiling both themselves and their loved ones. 🥰

💕 People with Pisces Moon are very sensitive and compassionate to other people, their emotions and feelings. They naturally tend to be very self-sacrificing and put the comfort and wellbeing of others first, which can often be taken for granted. Nevertheless, people with Pisces Moon are very kind-hearted, talented, intuitive and generous beings. 😍

💕 People with Taurus in the 6th house value comfort so much. They love coming home to coziness and safety every day after work, make a cup of their favourite tea, lay down under the warm blanket and watch their favourite tv series. They love for their days to go as predictable and smooth as possible. They also hate to be in a rush and mostly prefer to laze around the house. ☺️

💕 It’s very important for women with Taurus in the 7th house/Taurus Descendant to find a sense of safety and reliability in their partner. They are traditional and want their partner to take very good care of them and provide for them materially, financially and emotionally. They also love to be spoiled with gifts, receive gorgeous bouquets of flowers, love and attention. 💞

💕 People with Scorpio Rising/Pluto in the 1st house go through many transformations since the beginning of their life. They grow wiser and stronger each time, however, many people can sense constant heaviness and toughness present in their energy. These people emanate the deepest sense of unmatchable power, inner strength and are never scared to face things and people head on. Others never dare to come at them or start arguments. 👁

💕 People with Leo on the 9th house cusp are usually very successful with their studies at universities. They are interested in studying foreign languages, international affairs or intercultural communication. They may also love studying languages, geography and world history at school. Travelling is their biggest passion and motivation. 🗺

💕 People with Aquarius on the 3rd house cusp/Uranus in the 3rd house have very unique and unusual thoughts. They naturally think in an innovative and smart way. They are ahead of their time, in a good way. Many people don’t understand them and find their ideas to be weird and unconventional, not “fitting in”. Natives with these placements don’t care though and learn to accept themselves and voice their opinions over time. 🧠

💕 Men with 10th house stellium tend to be very focused on their career and public life. Their reputation is extremely important to them, they may be afraid of public judgement or being seen in a negative light. In some cases, they may neglect their families (spouses and children) and put the majority of their time and focus only on their work and getting money.

💕 People with Virgo Mars are very good workers. They are dutiful, reliable and organised. They love to complete their tasks one by one in a calm and relaxed manner. Working under pressure is not their biggest strength. 👩🏻‍💻

💕 Women who have Leo Sun Aries Moon usually occupy the leading position at work and tend to be very harsh and demanding bosses. Their colleagues and employees may not feel at ease around them, some may even fear them. Nevertheless, women with these placements are strong and don’t lose their cool in the critical situations, they handle them with confidence and authority. 🔥

💕 People with Venus Conjunct Saturn want to have that “one and only” type of partner, relationship and marriage. They will never commit to the person they don’t trust or connect with just for the sake of being in a relationship. They’d rather wait for the real one that they can build something significant and long lasting with rather than waste their time going from one shallow relationship to another. Very beautiful and thoughtful placement. ❤️

💕 Women with Leo Venus love to be spoiled with expensive gifts, love, adoration and attention. They are very fashionable and love buying designer clothes and items. Moreover, they have a very good sense of self-love and self-respect, that’s why they demand and expect the same treatment from their partner. They will never settle for less than what they think they deserve. 💖

💕 It takes some time for people with Taurus Mercury to process new information. They usually need to reread and repeat certain topics until they’re able to fully grasp it. When they do, they’ll remember the information very well and for a long period of time. People with this placement may also enjoy soft jazz music playing in the background while they are studying. 🎷

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spicyspiders · 5 months

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A buried and a burning flame

Johnny Storm x male reader smut.

2k words.

I recently rewatch both of the old Fantastic Four movies and it reminded me of how down bad I was for Johnny Storm. Warning for smut and unprotected sex.

You had met Johnny a few years before he became the Human Torch. He was already a busy man– always on the go and usually surrounded by a group of onlookers, but it all seemed to ramp up once he gained his powers.

After you had met, Johnny always recognized you and greeted you with a warm smile and a hug, a fact that always made you hope to run into him at events around New York.

“There he is!” Johnny says when he sees you walk outside. He pulls you into a quick hug, his blue eyes crinkled at the edges when he pulls away with a smile on his face.

“Hey, Johnny,” you respond, sending him a matching smile.

You were almost hesitant to go to Sue and Reed’s wedding again. It turns out that trying to tell the place you rented your tux from that the jacket had been destroyed when a silver man on a silver board would only leave you with a pissed off employee angrily holding out his hand for your card to charge you for the destroyed jacket.

“What was this place called?” Johnny asks.

“I don’t remember,” you did remember, but really, you just wanted to forget all about the situation. You’re surprised there isn’t some type of insurance for people who are friends with superheroes to replace damaged items just from being in their vicinity.

“If you remember,” Johnny presses his finger into your chest, “you let me know. No one messes with my friend,” his tone and expression are serious until it melts away as his facade breaks into a smile.

“It’s fine, Johnny,” you reassure, “it’s just a jacket,” you say with a laugh. “But if you sister asks why I didn’t bring them a gift, tell her that’s what I had to spend it on.”

Johnny’s head tips back as he lets out a loud laugh. He stays close for the rest of the day keeping you at arms length. During the moment Sue tosses her bouquet into the air, his arm wraps around your waist as you watch the display. When you look back over at Johnny after clapping for the women who caught it, he already looking at you, a warm look in his eye.

That was the closest you thought you would get, but by the time the reception was dying down and you left after saying your goodbyes and congratulations to the happy couple, you found yourself even closer to the other man.

With how close he was to you throughout the day, you almost thought it would be crazy to leave without kissing him, but luckily, Johnny had the same idea in mind as he crowds you up against the door to your hotel room. Even under the expensive tux he wore, Johnny felt like a wall of hot, hard muscle as you pulled him closer as your back met the door.

You let out a soft noise from your chest when Johnny’s tongue moves into your mouth. His mouth feels even hotter than his skin, making your cock twitch at the thought of where else his mouth would end up through the night.

You’re panting when the kiss ends, only to be pulled back into another kiss as you stumble to the bed. Johnny lets out a grunt when his legs meet the edge of the bed and he falls back, he laughs up at you as the kiss abruptly ends.

You chuckle down at the man before you pull off your blazer, “hey! Easy!” Johnny says after you toss the blazer into one of the corners of the room, “I know you’re eager,” he says and you let out a laugh before he continues, “we don’t want to pay for another blazer, do we?”

You roll your eyes at the man as you continue pulling your clothes off, trying your best to keep going while also trying to watch as Johnny begins taking his off. He sends you a smirk each time he catches you looking, his eyes full of mischief.

Once you’re both down to your underwear, Johnny gathers you into his lap. You moan into his mouth when you grind against his clothed cock, his tongue running wetly along yours. Much like how he kept you throughout the day, Johnny’s arms wrapped tightly around your body to keep you close. His hands start at your body and trace down your skin, but then they’re grabbing handfuls of the globes of your ass to grind your cocks together.

“Johnny,” you moan when his hands go beneath the waistband of your underwear to make skin-on-skin contact. His hands are hot, and the feel of his fingers holding handfuls of your ass tightly only causes you to moan louder. You gasp when one of his fingers dips into the crack of your ass and runs along your hole, and you push back into the contact.

“Do you have-”

“Yes,” you respond quickly.

“You don’t even know what I was about to ask,” Johnny says back with a laugh.

The smile falls from his face when you pull yourself from his arms, and you’re tempted to immediately get back into the spot you left and kiss away his frown. You’re quick to grab the lube and condoms you brought and toss them down beside Johnny’s leg.

“Did you expect this?” Johnny asks as he pulls you back down into his lap.

“I always come prepared,” you respond against his mouth before your lips are against his.

While your lips are locked together, you hear the sound of the cap to the lube opening. You let out a light noise into Johnny’s mouth when you feel one of Johnny’s lubed up fingers at your hole.

You exchange kiss after kiss as Johnny gets you ready. Your tongue runs against his as one finger becomes two, and when a third joins the others, a string of spit is connecting your mouths when Johnny pulls away.

Johnny pants against your mouth when you reach a hand down between your bodies to wrap your fingers around both of your cocks. When his three fingers brush your prostate, your hand jerks, pulling a groan from Johnny’s throat.

“Won’t be able to fuck you if you keep going,” Johnny says, his hips jerking towards your hand to get more.

You pull your hand away slowly and bring it up to your mouth. The salty taste of Johnny’s precome hits your tongue when you lick over your fingers, and when you’re done, Johnny pulls you into a wet kiss. You both groan at the exchange of the taste, and the kiss ends when the taste is nearly gone down your throats.

“Taste good?” Johnny asks, his hand goes to your throat to trace his fingers along your Adam's apple as you swallow.

You nod quickly as you grab for the condom. Johnny watches you with dark eyes as you get the condom out and rolled down his cock.

Once you’ve lifted yourself up, Johnny holds your asscheeks apart, making you feel open and exposed. You gasp when the head of his cock breaches your hole, then it’s all left to gravity.

“Holy fuck,” Johnny moans, “so fucking tight and hot. And come from me,” he groans as you clench down on his cock, “that’s saying something.”

If it was anything like the hot line of Johnny’s cock inside your hole, you believed him. The burning line of his cock almost made it feel like there was no condom, like it was just skin-on-skin and nothing in between.

Johnny’s hands move into the same position that they were before you sank down on his cock to aid you as you lifted yourself. You placed your hands on his hairy chest for balance as you went back down.

When your pace quickened, Johnny fell back onto the bed, his hands at your hips. Your head fell back and your eyes closed when Johnny shifted his hips and on each downward motion, his cock hit your prostate.

“You’ve got it,” you hear Johnny say to himself, and then the pressure of his hands are gone, and you’re left to lift yourself up and bring yourself down. You open your eyes to look down at Johnny, taking in a fucked out appearance.

With his arms behind his head, his hair messy, and his eyes dark and half-lidded, Johnny laid there and let you do all the work. Thankfully, his sturdy chest made it easy to lift yourself up and then fuck yourself down onto his cock.

“Gonna make me do all the work?” You ask down at Johnny.

Johnny sends you a smirk, “it seems like you got it. Sure feels like you do, too,” he responds.

You let out a breathy laugh, “that’s fine,” you say before slowing down. Your pace slows into a slow grind. You wrap your fingers around your cock as you circle your hips slowly. Your eyes close once more as you pull at your aching cock.

Johnny’s skin goes hotter under your fingers as he growls. You let out a yelp in return, and your eyes fly open as Johnny pulls you off his cock and flips you onto your back onto the bed.

“Little fucking shit,” Johnny says, his voice low. He lifts your legs to his shoulders, and nearly bends your body in half before he thrusts back inside. With the angle feeling deeper than before, you both let out moans as he gets back inside.

“This what you need?” Johnny questions after he sets up a brutal pace. The slap of your skin coming together rings throughout the hotel room, sending a thrill through your body as it gets louder. You hope no one is in the rooms surrounding yours, knowing that the sounds of what you’re doing can be clearly heard through the walls. You can’t decide what would be more mortifying: getting a call from the front desk to quiet down, or them trying to call, and not being able to hear it from how loud you’re being.

You nod eagerly, unable to use your words as your mouth is too busy letting out moans and groans. The closest that you get to words is mixes of curses and Johnny’s name.

“Gonna burn this condom off and-”

“Take it off,” you whine after finding your voice.

“Want me to come inside you? Fill you up?” Johnny growls, his hips coming to a halt against your ass.

Yeah, you did, but also you were pretty sure condoms were highly flammable. You didn’t know how in control Johnny was of his powers, but you didn’t want to risk it. Really, you probably shouldn’t have been a condom the entire time. It’s too bad you were currently too turned on to stress over it.

After Johnny pulls out, the condom sails over the side of the bed and lands on the floor, and you hoped it landed far away from your blazer. A second later, the worry leaves your mind as Johnny thrusts back inside.

“So fucking hot, baby,” Johnny moans after he bottoms out. His mouth meets yours in a wet, sloppy kiss as he resumes his brutal pace.

Your nails dig into his back as his cock nails your prostate over and over again. It only takes a handful of thrusts for your cock to be spurting messy white ropes up your chest as your orgasm rocks your body.

Johnny answers your loud moan with one of his own after his thrusts stutter off and then still as his orgasm hits. Like he had done before pulling off the condom, his hips still against your ass, coming as deep as he can inside your willing body.

“Holy fuck,” you moan, much like how Johnny had earlier. His come was so hot that you could actually feel it shooting inside you. That’s new.

“Should’ve warned you,” Johnny slurred out in post-orgasmic bliss. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before he pulls your legs from his shoulders and lays himself onto your chest, “sorry,” he says after pressing another kiss to your lips.

“It’s okay,” you say softly against his mouth.

Johnny rolls you over so you can lay against his sweaty chest. “Can you ever forgive me?” Johnny says into your hair as his hand runs down your back.

“For burning my insides? I guess I can, just this once,” you say into his chest as you run your fingers through his sweaty chest hair.

“Just once?” Johnny asks, his hands move to your ass, and you can barely contain your shiver when Johnny’s fingers run through the mess leaking from your hole.

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abbyromanoff · 5 months

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Hi :3, i hope this isnt going to be weird but I would love to request Claire Debella falling for a women who is working in store? 👀 Cause i have a brainrot of Claire falling for a common girl and she inviting reader to a date and then reader knowing Claire is a governor and panicking but Claire being extra sweet. Fluff with smut XD

Thanks and have a nice day :3💛

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PAIRINGS: Claire Debella x reader

WORD COUNT: 971

WARNINGS: fluff, boss x assistant typa fic, honestly just sweet ass fluff that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Close your eyes- hey, I said close ‘em!” Claire spoke, chuckling at the giggle that left you. You were trying to keep your feet steady in fear of tripping and embarrassing yourself in front of her.

“Well, you need to help me if you want me to trust you!” She brought you close to her side, hugging you into her chest as she finally removed the hand covering your eyes. They instantly widened, your mouth falling open in a gasp as you looked back at her.

“Did you…buy this?” She shook her head, and that’s when you spotted the man waving to the two of you as he stood on the boat, and you almost jumped as the limo driver closed the door behind you.

“No, silly, we’re going on a trip! We used to go every year, but that slowed down after the virus - this is the first year back and I wanted to bring you.” You smiled nearly ear to ear at her shy voice, you could tell she feared you wouldn’t enjoy this gift, but seeing your expression made her worries fade away.

“And work?”

“I took the week off, my secretaries can handle it. And for you, well, you work under my hours,” The way you two met was through her job, only that also became your job as you were her assistant, which soon changed the closer you got. She was infatuated with you from the start, and your clean record only helped assure you were the one for her company. You, at the time, were managing a small business on the side and she happened to stop by for an order of flowers for her sick mother, and when you gave her a large discount with a sweet note wishing her the best she instantly had to come back. That was when she offered you the part-time job as her assistant, and you hesitantly agreed, knowing you needed the money and the shop was not cutting it.

Only months later you were lying next to her in bed, breath blown away as you recalled the activities you just took part in with your own boss. You felt guilty, and you were afraid she would blackmail you into continuing or act as though it never happened. After all, she was married when you first met her, only you failed to know she had been planning a divorce for years to come. You were just the assurance she needed, and she quickly filed for a divorce that ended messily, and that was when she made it official between you two.

She helped boost your business and teach you the lessons of promotions, and soon enough you didn’t have to rely on her pay. Although, you enjoyed working with the woman and kept your title as her personal assistant. You spent fewer hours at the shop and hired others to help, but you didn’t let your part-time job step in the way of your dreams, and she didn’t want that either.

“And the shop is well-handled, your employees know what they’re doing.” You sighed, agreeing shortly after as others began arriving.

“Who’s this?” A friend asked her, and she turned with a grin, placing her arm around your shoulder as she left a small peck to your head.

“This is my partner, Y/N. Y/N, meet Duke, one of the people going with us today.” He placed his hand on display, and you took it with yours quickly.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, I’m Duke.”

“Yeah, I just said that, muscle boy,” Claire remarked, and the two fell into a small conversation to catch up with their lives. You had to hide the chuckle that almost took over as Claire went into details about her campaign as Duke seemed to not understand what the word even meant.

“Why don’t you head to the boat, yeah? There’s a bar as soon as you enter, you wanna be a doll and get me a martini?” She left a kiss on your glossed lips and let you go with a quick slap to the ass, but was discreet enough to not embarrass you like usual.

“You got the ring?” Claire asked, and Duke handed her the case to which she glared at him.

“I told you to be secretive about it, they could’ve easily saw.” He shrugged and shook her off, looking back for his girlfriend who seemed to be chatting up the bodyguard near the front.

“Just be happy the ring is still in there.” She rolled her eyes with a huff, tugging her body forward to greet the other guests before stepping foot onto the yacht, grasping the drink you had ordered for her with a grateful expression of thanks.

“Everything okay?” You asked when seeing her nervous state. She nodded, and before you could speak you were greeted by the official owner of the boat. He smiled warmly and took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips for a peck. You didn’t like the action, but you assumed it was a regular for people like him. And, he was your girlfriend's friend and the one allowing you to be here, you couldn’t do much.

“Welcome, love. It is great to see you, I’ve heard lots about you.” The greetings continued until it was time to head to the island, to which you and Claire shared a couch seat as you sat close to on top of her.

“You didn’t answer my question earlier,” You stated, and the thumb that was rubbing your thigh soothingly slowed to a halt.

“What question?”

“Oh, c’mon, you know. Don’t act dumb.” She took a moment before shaking her head, yes. You didn’t completely believe it, and she could tell.

“I’m wonderful, darling. As long as I have you, I’m okay.”

#claire debella imagine #claire debella #claire debella x reader #Claire Debella fluff #agatha harkness x female reader smut #agatha harkness x reader fluff #agatha harkness x reader angst #agatha harkness x reader smut #agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness fluff #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness x female reader

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thezombieprostitute · 5 months

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'Tis the Season, Sir

A/N: Written for Vee's Holly Jolly Challenge (@sstan-hoe). Reader is implied fem (Ms. Y/N). No physical descriptors used.

Prompts - Steve Rogers - CEO AU

Summary: CEO Steve Rogers is a real grinch and gets upset when he keeps noticing your seasonal attire that is technically within dress code regulations.

"Y/N. My office," Steve barked at you as he walked by your desk. You follow without hesitation, bringing your notepad and pen for the notes you undoubtedly were about to take.

You sit in the chair across from his desk but he stands at the windows of his office.

"Ms. Y/L/N," he starts, "are you aware of the dress code policy for this office?"

"Yes, Mr. Rogers. I went through them rather recently."

"Is that so," he asked, turning towards you like a predator. "Then why are you dressed like you are?"

You shake your head, "’Tis the season, sir. I made sure to go through the updated handbook just to make sure I was still compliant with company policy."

Steve pulls out a physical copy of the handbook. You start at the sound of him slamming it on his desk, "then show me where it says you can wear that stupid holiday jewelry."

While you didn’t have the exact policy numbers memorized, you knew how to find them. You got to the pages on corporate dress code and read aloud, “employee personal effects should be minimal and not detract from the professional appearance expected of them. I’ve been wearing this jewelry for weeks and you only just now noticed. No one else has said anything or acted differently around me so clearly they’re minimal enough.”

“Weeks? I know you haven’t been wearing that jewelry for weeks,” Steve complained. “You are lying right to my face.”

“How do you know I haven’t been wearing this set,” you asked, eyebrow raised.

Steve sees the trap you’ve set and attempts to sidestep, “I would’ve noticed that obnoxious holiday stuff before.”

“And yet you didn’t,” you assert. “Not just you, but others in the office. Even clients haven’t commented because I made sure to only wear things that would gently accent, not stand out. Face it, Mr. Rogers, if you had a case against me, I’d be meeting with HR. Not you!”

Steve sits down grumbling something about hating the holidays. You don’t pounce on his words, you know how these games work. The less you say, the less he has to use against you. He dismisses you with a growl and you quickly return to your desk.

As the holiday gets closer you’re more aware than ever of Steve’s eyes on you. Just about all the other women in the office (and some of the men) were quite jealous of the attention you were getting. You were tempted to tell them the secret but didn’t want to risk getting someone fired based on your bad advice. For all you knew, someone would get in trouble for actually breaking the dress code and blame you for it. That could be grounds for you to be fired as well and you know you have to be extra careful.

You find yourself working later than usual most days. With an upcoming holiday a lot of people are planning to be out of the office so a lot of projects need to be worked on if not outright finished. You straddle the fine line between helping your coworkers and not doing their work for them, mostly handling data entry stuff that’s time intensive drudgery. You get to pick up extra hours and catch up on your podcasts while they get time to prepare for family get-togethers and buying gifts.

It’s definitely after hours on the day before Christmas Eve. You stretch away from your computer and are surprised when your hands hit someone. It’s Steve, and he does not look happy. You take off your headphones and hear him snarl, “my office. Now.” You suppress the urge to roll your eyes and grab a pen and paper before following him.

When you sit down in his office sits across from you and asks, “why are you doing everyone else’s work?”

“I’m only doing the data entry type of work that takes time, not brains,” you reply as calmly as you can. “I’ve made sure that everyone I help knows that I’m just doing the little things. They still have to do all of their primary work functions, the things that require thought, tact, personal touches and know-how. Everything was manager approved.”

“And why are you doing this?” With how tight his jaw is, you can tell he’s eager to unleash his anger. You have to handle this delicately.

“Primarily to prevent mistakes and lapses in timelines due to worker stress and fatigue.”

He blinks a few times, clearly not expecting your answer. He opens and shuts his mouth a few times as he tries to think of a response. Finally he’s able to ask, “are they so overworked?”

“No, sir,” you’re quick to reply. “It’s mainly a holiday thing. The work-life balance is a lot harder for many people to maintain this time of year. Whether it’s buying gifts, cooking, baking, visiting or even having to attend all the kids' plays and events, the holidays just make it difficult to find the balance. I help people in my department because I understand that. The overtime doesn’t hurt either. I’ve got loans to pay.”

His brows furrow, his confusion growing, “I would’ve thought you had plenty of holiday things to attend to yourself.”

“I actually don’t do much for the holidays.”

“But…your jewelry?”

“I think the jewelry looks pretty and I don’t get to wear it much because it’s Christmas themed. Doesn’t work well at other times of the year.”

“Ms. Y/L/N you flummox me.”

“Why? Just because I don’t celebrate doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the aesthetics. My hours have me walking to the bus when it’s dark out. All those pretty lights people hang? That the city hangs? They’re lovely! They make the commute, the longer nights, so much more bearable. Yeah, it’s cold and snowy, but the decorations, the looks of wonder on kids’ faces? Warm me right up. It’s a nice light in the growing darkness of the season.”

Steve doesn’t respond, seemingly lost in thought.

“If there’s nothing else, Mr. Rogers,” you say, standing up, “I’m going to go ahead and get back to work.”

He dismisses you with a wave.

It's the day after Christmas and the office open, though you're probably the only person actually in the building. You genuinely enjoy the quiet of everyone being out the week between Christmas and New Year's. You don't hate the people at your office, but there's just something special about working without having to worry about someone wanting to talk to you.

Well, normally you wouldn't have to worry about it. You're startled out of your thoughts by Steve knocking on the wall of your cubicle.

"I want to apologize," he states. "You were right about your jewelry, earlier. It is well within the dress code guidelines. I hate the holidays and I took it out on you and I'm sorry for that."

"Apology accepted, sir," you smile back at him.

"Just that easy?"

"Well, 'tis the season, sir."

Steve smiles at that, "I was definitely expecting more of a smug response or that I would have to earn the acceptance of my apology. I even got you a gift to apologize."

"I'll accept the gift as well," you smile up at him.

He chuckles and hands you a small jewelry box. You open it and are delighted to see a pair beautiful, colorful pair of seasonal earrings. You quickly put them on and thank him for the gift.

He smirks and responds, "'tis the season."

#vee's holly jolly challenge #ceo!steve rogers x reader #ceo!steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fluff #ceo!steve rogers

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pix3lplays · 9 months

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Masterlist III

Wow this is crazy, thanks for all the support you guys!

-Honkai Star Rail

How Blade feels about getting married

Wife!reader gets kidnapped

Argued with reader, but reader dies before they can apologize

Luocha’s kid is getting bullied at school

Reader is Yanqing’s bio mom, but also a criminal

Reader has ADHD

Jing Yuan x Emanator of the hunt!reader

Reader flinches during an argument

Reader is like Herrscher of Sentience

Reader is a heavy sleeper

Continuation of Yanqing trying to set up reader with Jing Yuan

vidyadhara reader slaps them with tail

dead mom!reader was an artist, and Luocha’s son inherits this talent

Emanator of the hunt!reader x Jing Yuan Pt 2

Vidyadhara reader recovering from traumatic incident

Reader is deathly afraid of needles

With an animal lover!reader

(Spoilers) Jing Yuan x reader where reader is corrupted by Phantylia

Blade x chronically ill s/o

Reader asks questions at the worst possible time

How Sampo would comfort his s/o

Reader’s parents are forcibly marrying reader off

Reader pays more attention to a stuffed animal than to them

Reader is emotionless

Jing Yuan’s wife!reader tells Yanqing “now is not the time.”

Blade date night

Reader is a Phoenix

Girlfriend!reader comforts them after a panic attack

Panic attack triggers

Imbibitor Lunae x reader: Wait for Me

Having a bad day

Horribly sick on a mission

Luka with a small but just as feisty s/o

Vidyadhara reader hugs them with tail when jealous

Waking reader up in the middle of the night

Lover!reader finds them crying by themselves

Reader has a way too protective brother

Girlfriend!reader convinces them to do an embarrassing TikTok

Reader sees Imbibitor Lunae Dan Heng for the first time

Jealous Sampo

Girlfriend!Reader accidentally hurts them during an argument

Welt Yang x reader with acne scars

Luka x sassy but caring medic!reader

Sharing a bed with them for the first time

Blade x usually chirpy and loud reader who suddenly goes quiet

Kid runs away

Reader is scared of the ocean, begins drifting out to sea

Strategist reader snaps

Flower shop employee!Dan Heng x reader

Dan Heng x reader: elegance and shame

Reader has been up for 21 hours

Honkai star rail men getting asked uncomfortable questions at girlfriend!reader’s family reunion

Collapsing on girlfriend!reader

Reader has a toxic ex

Welt Yang jealousy hcs

Nanook’s s/o gets injured

Medic reader

Childhood best friend!reader

Burnt out and kids are making it worse

They get carsick easily, but agree to a roadtrip

High school au! School picture day

Reader’s memory wipes every 7 days

Idol!Dan Heng x bodyguard!reader

High school au! Dan Heng x pretty and popular reader

Matching with IL Dan Heng

Honkai star rail men are insecure about how they look x girlfriend!reader

Bodyguard Luka x reader

Nanook x phoenix s/o

At a haunted house

High school au!Dan Heng coming over to GF!reader’s house

Math major!reader lacks motivation

Wife!reader spoils the children

Meeting the all women island reader lives on

Parent!reader loves swords like Yanqing

Loud reader suddenly goes quiet

Reader doesn’t like children

reader texts them: ‘we’re getting divorced and I’m taking the kids’ as an April Fools prank but they take it to heart

Touch starved but touch adverse Dan Heng

Ice skating

Welt Yang and Luka with a usually calm s/o who suddenly gets jealous in a certain situation

Divorced and sharing custody of your child

They get drunk

Hallucinating reader as their worst nightmare

Grocery shopping

Pregnant!reader x Jing Yuan

Blade x healer!reader who heals with kisses

Reader has a sprained wrist

Welt x Vidyadhara!reader

Getting asked out in front of gf!reader

you send them on a quest for non-existent feminine products

Sharing a song that reminds you of them

Luocha’s child gifts him a drawing in dead!reader universe

Luocha’s kid tries to have a talk with him

As College roommates

Luocha’s kid bullied to the point of collapse

Yandere Luka x reader

Doing karaoke

Their coffee orders

Luocha reconciling with his son

Sword parent!reader, son!Yanqing, broke!Jing Yuan

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #my writing

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piratefishmama · 1 year

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Beware The Thorns | Part 4

(a NSFW multi-part ficlet)

Normally, Eddie would be gone by the time he awoke, and his wallet would be a small chunk lighter. This time, Steve awoke relaxed and content to the smell of bacon sizzling on the fryer, bed still warm, a few stray brown hairs on his pillow, the night shirt Eddie had eventually draped over his tired head and slept in now draped over the chair on the far side of the room, usually pushed in beneath a large mahogany ornate desk he’d been gifted a few years prior.

He stretched his arms up, and his feet out, muscles relaxed, body relaxed, everything felt just… right.

This was what he wanted to wake up to, he knew he’d once in the very early days of their “relationship” told Eddie to leave before his alarm, he normally had engagements in the morning he needed to see to, calls to make that he didn’t want anyone eavesdropping in on, but over time… he desperately wanted to take that request back.

He just didn’t know how to without making it painfully obvious that his feelings had developed far beyond an employer/employee relationship.

He wanted Eddie there in the morning, wanted him in his kitchen, making breakfast, or even just sat on his sofa watching early morning TV eating cereal in pyjamas, he just… he wanted him there.

Maybe that was pathetic, he didn't care.

Shaking himself up a little, Steve climbed out from beneath the toasty warm covers, once stood, he stretched again, he had no early morning commitments, a follow up call in the afternoon to ensure his meeting the night previous yielded promising results, no sense beating someone to a bloody pulp if it didn’t get him exactly the result he needed.

He needed things working properly again, the man in question had been working beneath the radar, or rather, he’d ASSUMED he was working beneath the radar, syphoning profits, business contacts, easing them into a small startup of his own, trying to build his own empire out of the success of someone else’s.

It was a good idea, just executed very poorly. Trusted the wrong people, tried to sway the loyal, knowing their skills and abilities, skills and abilities built from years of working with the Harrington family.

He’d attempted to sneak them away with the promise of a higher take percentage, rather than simply hiring his own men and building from the ground up.

All it took was one of them to come forward and shine a light on the guy and the jig was up.

Unfortunately, all four of the men, and the two women he attempted to sway, came forward WITH evidence, including text messages, phone call recordings, and pictures.

Had he started from the ground up, perhaps took his business to Steve himself, requested assistance getting it started, he might have given it, supported him and his endeavours to create something for himself, but alas, he chose the slimy way to go about it, and paid the price.

He didn’t want to think about that right now though, he wanted to think about the man in his kitchen, the man currently listening to the quiet playthrough of morning radio as he cooked breakfast. Wanted to watch him from his bedroom door, lean against the frame in naught but his underwear, shame Eddie was fully dressed, but alas.

Couldn’t have everything.

“You could’ve woken me up” he spoke up from his spot by the doorframe, Eddie startling out of his focus on the pan in hand to look up, across the countertop, across the open plan living room to the doorway that lead into Steve’s room.

“Your alarm never went off, I figured you had the day off or something?” Huh, did he forget to set it? Hm, no matter, he didn’t need it that morning anyway, usually he just set it to keep a routine going. Steve pushed off from the doorway, stepping into the open living room, well-lit by the floor to ceiling windows lining the outside wall. “I was gonna bring you breakfast” Steve was soon by his side, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s soft cheek.

He didn’t seem too bothered by it though, eyes refocusing on the task at hand “Eddie after dawn and breakfast in bed, I feel spoiled” that gained a smile, small, his dimples barely even visible, but a smile nevertheless, good… but something felt off.

Maybe it was simply… having him there in the morning? Was that the difference? He couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Go on, sit down y’big sap, breakfast will be ready soon, I need to talk to you about some stuff” stuff? He was halfway turned around ready to go sit down when the ‘stuff’ hit his ears, what stuff… Eddie never had stuff he needed to talk about, the last time Eddie brought up stuff it was during the initial conversation two years ago about how their ‘relationship’ was going to go.

What was allowed, what wasn’t allowed, what he could expect, what would mean instant termination of their contracted agreement, prices… Eddie very rarely brought up ‘stuff’.

“Stuff?” He had to ask.

“Yeah, stuff, go on, sit down” he wasn’t going to elaborate yet, fine, this was fine, it wasn’t like the anxiety was already spiking, funny how a man in his line of work, strong and sometimes seen as a little larger than life, still had spikes of anxiety at even the slightest inconvenience.

Felt his heart race uncomfortably in his chest, thump erratically as if something was guaranteed to be wrong and he couldn’t fix it no matter what he did.

Did he do something wrong? Did he hurt him? No… he didn’t hurt him, he seemed fine, no bruises other than a hickey currently half hidden by the collar of his shirt, matching all the others he’d left in the late hours, mid-clean up simply revelling in the softness of Eddie’s pale, porcelain skin against his lips, he was fine last night.

Had he done something in his sleep? No, that was stupid, Eddie wasn’t actually his boyfriend, he’d never hold any dream shit against him, and even if he WAS his boyfriend, he doubted the other man would ever be that ridiculous.

“Steve?” Steve jumped as Eddie’s voice sounded from right behind him, he’d frozen, mind withdrawing into all the possibilities as to what ‘stuff’ could mean, all the negatives, maybe he knew.

Maybe he’d found one of the guns in the apartment last night, hadn’t known how to bring it up until now, maybe he’d been contacted by someone, fuck what if that slimy little shit had approached Eddie?

He’d been so CAREFUL not to share that part of his life with Eddie, he didn’t need to know where the money came from, he never asked, all he knew, and all he needed to know, was that Steve was at the very head of a corporation which dealt in manufacturing defensive gear for the military.

He knew he had his hands dipped in several charities, that his company had even helped get a few off the ground.

He didn’t need to know there were other sides to his business life, didn’t need to know that the contracts gained from the military were only a fraction of his full wage, didn’t need to know where the other much larger percentage came from. “Stevie, hey, c’mon, sit” Eddie turned the heat off, spatula down on the counter he eased Steve’s much broader body into his arms, guiding him over to the sofa to sit him down.

“W-what… what do you mean by ‘stuff?’” Eddie’s eyes seemed to flash wider for a second, just split second as he realised just what the sudden frozen panic was about.

“Fuck… okay, I was hoping to do this while you were, I dunno… fed an fully dressed I guess” would be easier that way “hey, c’mon calm down” Eddie crouched in front of his seated form, hands on his biceps just holding him steady “do you need water? Want me to finish the food for you? This is why I wanted you fed first” clearly he still cared about him… fussing over him, making sure he was okay, but… something was wrong, and Steve had no idea what it was.

“No, no just… just tell me” he would have preferred to eat first, the nervous thumping of his heart was really starting to hit the empty stomach, that harsh weight at the back of the throat when hunger was really starting to get intense only worsening with the nerves.

It was fine, totally fine, everything would be okay.

“Alright” Eddie nodded his head, rising to his full height before sitting right back down again beside Steve on the couch, hands in his lap leaving the spots on his biceps where they were moments ago feeling colder all of a sudden, Eddie didnt even run warm, just... his touch just warmed Steve.

“Due to extenuating circumstances, I am effective immediately, terminating the contract between us… I have taken payment for last night already, I won’t take anything for this morning, I think… I think it’s time we ended this arrangement before things become too complicated… don’t you?”

Part 6

#PirateWrites #BewareTheThornsFiclet #No Upside Down AU #Steddie #Escort!Eddie #Shady!Steve

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anonimusunnoaniswriting · 2 months

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𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Fucked my way up to the top

A follow up to Clumsy Office Intern Boss!Sukuna x ClumsyIntern!Reader

WARNING: THIS IS A HEAVILY DUBCON FIC. BUT THAT IS ALL IT IS FICTION. I do not endorse such behaviors. If this is happening to you God forbid, it's not sexy or cool it's abuse seek help. Reader is very much hierarchically lower than Sukuna who is her boss. And he takes advantage of this. He is not a good man. Sukuna is also older than reader by a bit. Reader does not say yes. Read at your own discretion.

This has been betad now. We die of cholera like normal people in the Victorian era or poverty or whatever. Many thanks to my beta reader @ominous-meme for all her help.

Ryomen Sukuna, forty-five, manager at the company, a well-known dictator among the employees – even ones not on his team – had his eye on you. The stupid blubbering intern who kept messing up and kept getting saved by her co-workers. Why, though? Why were these men and women so devoted to you? It was simple. You had enraptured them like a demon of lust straight from the second circle of hell.

He watched you now, eyes trailing up your smooth thighs to the pronounced curve of your ass; to your thick tummy; to your soft breasts just barely peeking out from the pale blue shirt you wore with its first two buttons undone. Around your neck, you wore a thin silver chain with a small gemstone that glinted in the light catching his eye. A gift from an employee – Gojo-kun. “For doing so well in your first month here, Intern-chan!” he had announced to the cubicle. Sukuna had rolled his eyes then, and he did so again now. It was clear that the blue topaz was a stupid way of him trying to claim you as his own. Geto and Ieiri liked bringing you little treats too – snacks from the vending machine, an “extra” coffee “accidentally” made. And Nanami… Sukuna scoffed to himself. The biggest simp. Always softly smiling at you, making sure you’re going for your lunch break, waiting with you till you finish up work. Effectively making sure that all the time you spent in the office, you interacted with Sukuna minimally.

It was infuriating. So now that he had gotten hold of a chance, there was no way in hell he wouldn’t let it go. Here you were, all alone in the office, working late on a project that he had strategically told you about only this morning, knowing that Nanami Kento’s watchful eye was on a work trip out of the office for the day...

He approached your little desk (littered with small notes of encouragement from your co-workers and your cute stationery) and scoffed at your hunched back seeing the Cinnamoroll and Kuromi pen and pencil alongside the Hello Kitty eraser. Hearing him, you turned around in your chair slowly, wary of what he might ask. “Sukuna-kachou, I’m working on the ta–”

“That’s not what I’m here for.” He cut you off brusquely. You waited for him to speak, anxiety slowly growing in your chest. If only Geto-senpai or Nanami-senpai were here, you thought. They might have acted as a buffer or if only just to calm you a little. “We should have a chat. Wrap up and come to my office please.”

This was it then, you mused. At least you weren’t going to be fired in an office full of people. It would just be you and him; everyone else having left for the weekend, probably enjoying themselves in clubs and bars; drinking and doing karaoke.

Saving the file you were working on, you packed up your things and headed to Sukuna Ryomen’s room. It was a nice spacious office, with a large desk and even a sofa set around a coffee table. Being on the thirteenth floor meant the large windows displayed the sprawling city in front of you, the lights scattered all around with none of the usual bustling city sounds.

Sukuna sat at his desk leaning back in his chair, his thick arms crossed behind his head, pushing up his hair. He indicated with a nod of his head for you to sit in the chair opposite; you did so, carefully trying to glean what it was going to be. A reprimand? A firing? Were you going to have to look for something new now? Your mind was running a hundred miles an hour thinking up all the possible scenarios you might have to face.

Your boss’ voice cut through your thoughts, “How long have you been working at this company now?”

“Sir? O-one month and a few days, sir.” You squeaked out a response.

“Hmmm…This is your first time working in such a big place isn’t it?”

You nodded, “It’s my first time working, sir.”

Sukuna felt his cock twitch. The softness in your voice, the innocence. He couldn’t wait to absolutely ruin you. He wanted to mould your cunt in the shape of his cock.

There was a lull in conversation. As clumsy as you were, you didn't want to lose this job.

You were about to tell him that you’d work harder when he suddenly spoke up. “You’ve improved a lot since you first came here, you know. But you still have a long way to go.” He paused as if he was thinking, then said, “I want you to do something for me.”

You nodded your head vigorously, thinking you'd do anything to save your position here; such a prestigious company with a good name and so much potential for growth.

“You see, I need to know that you’re dedicated to your work here.” You were so dedicated; you could show him! “I need to know you’re dedicated to me.” You would do anything to prove it! “I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock”

Anything…?

You spluttered, unable to form the words needed for an adequate response. “You want to keep this job don’t you?” he asked smoothly. Your head slowly nodded in response while your brain frantically tried to process the situation you were in. “Then get on your knees and show me just how dedicated you are, slut!”

Sukuna barked out the last word, startling you into getting out of your chair and going around his desk. You barely understood what you were doing, only that he had angled his chair as you walked around to him, to allow you the space to kneel before his crotch...and then you were dropping to your knees.

“Good girl.”

You watched as your trembling hands unzipped the black slacks, pushing the band of his boxers down. These small hands pulled out his cock from inside, the pink of your nail enamel reflecting your face – wan and blank with eyes wide, lips slightly parted. It was this that made you pause.

Sensing your hesitation Sukuna caressed your cheek – an uncharacteristically gentle touch that made you drop your guard – which was all the opportunity he needed to shove his cock into your mouth. The slight graze of your unsuspecting teeth made Sukuna hiss.

“Oi, watch yourself brat. Come on. I thought you wanted me to know how dedicated you are.”

You couldn’t help but open your mouth wider, pink glossy lips stretched around his thickness. Sukuna had thick veins running down the sides of his cock that you could feel against your tongue as you licked down.

A groan made you look up at the man through your lashes. You looked so young and soft. Sukuna felt himself twitch in your mouth. “Suck, brat. What are you looking at me for?” You dipped your head low, taking in as much of him as you could and felt him grab your ponytail.

If he wasn’t before, Sukuna was now completely under your spell. Your warm mouth wasn’t just sucking his cock, your hands weren’t simply wrapped around his thickness. You were milking him, for all he was worth, his lust, overpowering. For a moment he had to wonder if you were really human. That you weren’t in reality a succubus sent by Satan.

He used his grip on your hair to shove your head down along his cock. You couldn’t help but gag. “Ganbare ganbare…” The soft words of praise that fell from Sukuna’s lips came with a hidden warning that you couldn't help but heed. Do this well, Intern, your job is on the line.

You laid your tongue flat out and forced yourself to suck, pulling yourself off his cock with a pop! Then a kiss on his purplish head. You started licking up and down his length the way you’d seen so many times in porn. All those unrealistic situations had now come alive; here you were kneeling in between your boss’s legs and sucking his cock, taking him deep into your mouth while you played with his balls. The dark hair at the base of his dick tickled your nose and you resisted the urge to scratch it. Sukuna let you go at your pace for a while, let his cock explore the confines of your mouth as he watched your small head bob up and down in his lap.

But he was never known for his patience, so without warning, you found yourself deepthroating him as he thrust up into you. Head held down by both hands, Sukuna shoved his length down your throat, over and over with little regard for your whimpers. Tears streamed down your eyes while he abused your poor mouth. Your nails dug into his thighs but he barely noticed, lost in the bliss of how you felt.

“Come on, little girl. Take it! Take my fucking cock!”

Your jaw was starting to hurt now from the stretch. You found yourself thinking of your kind co-workers. What would they think if they saw you in this deplorable state? You never wanted to find out.

A jerk—-and Sukuna was cumming in your mouth. Bitter and acrid on your tongue, you almost spat it out, but Sukuna pushed himself deeper and growled, “Fucking swallow, brat! I don’t want to see a single drop wasted.”You forced yourself to swallow. The disgusting taste clung to your tongue, making you gag. Sukuna pulled you off his cock, to your feet, and onto his lap. One hand explored your body, while the other stroked your hair. “You did a good job, little intern. Perhaps we can see about getting you a more permanent position in the company now.”

The intern position isn’t good enough for you anymore. Sukuna thought to himself. Maybe you’d be better off as my personal assistant…

Masterlist

#anonimuswritings #anonimusunnoan #jjk #jjk sukuna #sukuna ryoumen smut #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna #dubcon #fanfiction #FICTION #NOT REAL #SUKUNA IS NOT GOOD #bad #bad man #walking red flag

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teaberrii · 1 year

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Chapter Seventeen: The Love in Our Lives

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

When Alhaitham steps into the local police station that day, he gets many stares. Perhaps it's because he looks out of place in an environment where uniformed men and women are walking about. Or maybe it's because they are dreading the possibility of having to do work.

“Well, well, look what the cat dragged in!” Alhaitham turns and sees Dehya with two other men who look like they’ve just been through hellish training. “Whaddya need, Alhaitham?”

“I’m here to see a tabloid reporter. He recently posted some photos onto a forum.”

“Ah, I know exactly who you’re talking about." Dehya gestures for him to follow her. "You aren’t the only one who came to see him.”

There’s someone else?

As Alhaitham follows Dehya down an empty hallway, she says, “A guy named Thoma also came to see him. Not sure if he’s getting anything out of him, though.” Dehya sighs. “Maybe you can knock some sense into that reporter. He doesn’t regret anything he’s done.” She frowns. “Candace and I heard from Y/N this morning. She seemed fine, but I’m still so tempted to give him a good beating if I’m being honest.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

Dehya opens the door to a man slouching in a chair. The reporter looks thin, almost too thin. He's staring at Thoma with a hollow look. Thoma is out of his seat; his hands are on the table, and he's leaning toward him. Whatever it is, Alhaitham suspects that Thoma isn't getting whatever answers he wants.

“Is everything okay in here, Thoma?” Dehya asks.

“Yeah…” Thoma awkwardly sits down and looks at Alhaitham. “What are you doing here?”

“Probably the same reason as you.”

Dehya looks from Thoma to Alhaitham. “Well, give me a holler if y'all need anything.”

Just as the door closes, Alhaitham looks at the reporter, who finally looks at him.

“...Who are you?” he asks. There’s a lazy drawl to his voice. “Are you here to ask me about her, too?”

Alhaitham looks at Thoma, who sighs. “...This man is an old classmate.”

The reporter smiles. “Never would’ve guessed from my alias, huh? I bet Ayato’s still in the dark.”

Thoma glares at him. “Why did you do this?”

“You, out of all people, should know, Thoma. I hate him. Why else?”

“...So, you want to drag him down as he’s getting popular.”

The reporter smiles at Alhaitham. “Glad someone's using their head.”

Alhaitham puts a wide cream-coloured envelope on the table. “Your name is Gaston. You used to be a reporter for The Steambird until you got fired for poor performance.”

Gaston looks from the envelope to Alhaitham and narrows his eyes. “Who the fuck are you?”

Alhaitham nods toward the envelope, and Gaston reluctantly opens it. His eyes widen when he finds the photos he took, the ones of mostly women. It's clear they've been taken without their permission. Then, he finds a list of people. The further down he looks, it's documentation of their experiences receiving a gift with a hidden camera attached.

Alhaitham takes out his phone and plays a message.

“It was a reporter. He approached me during a press conference, and after talking with him, he said he was personally a fan and gave me a little keychain.” The woman on the tape sighs. “...It took me a while to find out that there was a small camera in one of the materials.”

"...You gave this keychain to one of the attendees at the Awards Night afterparty," Alhaitham says, slipping his phone back into his chest pocket. "That person unknowingly gave you what you were looking for." Alhaitham's little smile only makes Gaston more nervous. "I hope you know that filming and taking photos without people's consent is a serious crime. I wonder how long you'll be in for."

Frustrated and angry, Gaston tears the photos into pieces. Thoma looks at him as if he’s turned into an animal. Alhaitham, on the other hand, still looks at him calmly.

“I was wondering why you only posted the photo of Ayato onto the forum,” Alhaitham says. “But it seems like I got my answer.”

“Yeah. That’s right. Ayato… that fucking scumbag," Gaston spat. "If it weren’t for him, she would still be alive.”

“What are you saying?” Thoma demands angrily.

Gaston glares at Thoma. “Ayato couldn’t save her. He couldn’t do enough for her. That’s why she died.”

“You’re wrong!”

“...She shouldn’t have died. If anything, Ayato was the one who—”

“Shut up!” Thoma grabs Gaston’s shirt collar. “Do you know how much both of them were suffering?”

“I was her friend," Gaston says. "Of course, I knew!"

"No. No, you fucking don't."

Suddenly, the door opens, and Dehya quickly walks inside upon seeing the confrontation. "Hey, hey, what's going on here?"

"She took her own life," Gaston says. Thoma's hands are shaking as he stares angrily at Gaston, who smiles scornfully. "You think no one knows? I know, Thoma. I am a journalist, after all." Gaston grabs Thoma's hands and rudely pushes them off. "Do you know why I kept it a secret? Because I knew that was what she would've wanted."

“If you really were her friend, you wouldn’t have done this," Thoma says. "Do you know what people are saying about her online?”

“Her? Or Ayato?”

Alhaitham's patience is wearing thin. "Regardless of your motives, what you've done caused you great harm." Gaston slowly turns to him. "You'll hardly find another job." Alhaitham walks in front of him as Gaston clenches his fists. "I hope this was worth ruining your life for."

As Alhaitham walks away, he gives Thoma a look, and he follows after him. Dehya looks at the pathetic man in the room again and closes the door.

In a secluded area of the police station, Thoma sits on a bench, calming himself down until Alhaitham hands him a drink. Thoma takes it, and Alhaitham sits next to him.

"...How did you get all of that info?" Thoma asks quietly.

"I pulled a few strings," Alhaitham says. "...He messed with the wrong person."

"You came all this way just to tell him he's going to get locked away?" Thoma smiles slightly. "Ah… You went this far because she was involved, right?"

Alhaitham returns Thoma’s smile with one of his own.

Then, Thoma sighs. “Still, I can’t believe it was him. He was never this bad in school.”

“...People change. For better or for worse.”

After a small silence, Thoma looks at Alhaitham. “What happened today… could you not share the details with Ayato? I know it’s a ridiculous request to ask, but”—Thoma looks down—“the truth is that Ayato doesn’t know what really happened to her.”

“...Are you saying he doesn’t know she…”

Thoma shakes his head. “...No. He believes she died naturally.” He sighs. “I know it’s wrong to keep it from him, but… I promised her.”

"...This is just a theory, but what if that can break his curse?" Alhaitham crosses one leg over the other. "We still don't know a lot about it. But, in Ayato's case, she was the one who gave it to him. So logically… it should break if she's no longer here."

“That's a good point," Thoma says quietly. "In addition to that, I also have a tiny theory. But, it might sound ridiculous.”

“This curse is already ridiculous in itself. I wouldn’t be surprised if the key to breaking it is just as strange.”

“...When Ayato first told me about the curse, it was when he finally gave up everything.”

“Gave up everything?”

Thoma nods. "His studies… freedom… all of his time was spent making money toward helping her cover medical costs as her parents were already struggling financially."

“To put it another way, he was living for someone else.”

"Yes. Even now… he still isn't. Ayaka's medical procedure also cost him a pretty penny. Sometimes, he still questions whether he wants to continue acting."

This is only Alhaitham's speculation, but is Ayato afraid to try something else for fear of starting all over again?

"So I just think that maybe… what if self-love is the key to breaking Ayato's curse?"

“That’s a very interesting theory,” Alhaitham says. “We already have strong evidence that the curse is different for everyone. If we go with that idea… perhaps the key to breaking the curse is finding the types of love we lack in our lives.”

“I can’t believe we’re actually running with my theory,” Thoma says with a small smile. “But, let’s say it’s true… what would be yours?”

Alhaitham already knows you're his temporary miracle cure, which means you obviously play a significant role in his life. His curse has also been changing because of you. If you aren't together, Alhaitham would think the key is to become your boyfriend. But that's already accomplished. So… does that mean…

"Hey." Thoma and Alhaitham turn to Dehya. "Sorry to keep you guys waiting. The guy is asking for a lawyer, but we've heard it all before. So anyway, he won't be causing anyone harm anymore."

“I apologize for causing a ruckus,” Thoma says.

Dehya waves a hand dismissively. "Anyway, leave the rest to us. We'll make sure this guy pays for what he's done."

So, with that, Thoma and Alhaitham leave the police station.

◆◆◆

“...Unstable? Is it because it just started?”

You and Childe are having lunch together later that day. Alhaitham had given you a brief update on what happened at the police station, including the speculation from Thoma about the curse. You haven't brought it up to Childe just yet, as he's questioning why his transformation isn't as stable as Alhaitham and Ayato's.

“Well… it’s after he met me that his curse started changing,” you say.

“I’d think that’s progress. But what the heck is mine supposed to mean?”

That’s when you mention Thoma’s speculation.

“...Self-love?” Childe asks. “As strange as it sounds, it does oddly make sense.”

"...Then, I would think yours is pretty self-explanatory."

Childe looks you in the eyes. “What are you saying?”

“Your family, Childe.”

He leans back and crosses his arms. "...I've always had problems with them. So why would it start now?"

“Maybe it had something to do with your talk with them that night. Your mother kept calling you, didn’t she?”

Childe goes quiet, and you finish the rest of your food when you hear Tighnari.

“You look kinda glum, Childe,” Tighnari says, joining you and Childe at the table. “Everything okay?”

“Who, me? I guess I’ve been a little stressed.”

“Oh, with what?”

Childe glances at you. "I had to make some very peculiar changes to my lifestyle recently. Kinda having trouble adapting. But that's not what's important." Childe leans slightly forward. "I heard you got a date to Zhongli's wedding."

“Ah… yeah, I did.”

“Why are you keeping us in the dark?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Don’t tell me it’s some supermodel,” Childe says.

Tighnari chuckles. “In my eyes, he is.”

“Ooh, so romantic. So, has he”—Childe looks at you, and you look back—"He?”

You quickly look to Tighnari. “Nari, are you…”

Tighnari clears his throat. “Yes, my friends. I am bi.”

“Well, I’ll be,” Childe says with wide eyes. “I honestly never would’ve guessed. But damn. Now I’m super curious about the guy.”

“I bet he’s just as charming as Nari,” you say.

“Oh, no… I think he’s better, actually.”

You smile widely as Childe pretends to gag. “Cute, Nari,” he says, “but stop making it difficult for us single people.”

“Now, I'm looking forward to Zhongli's wedding even more," you say. "Can't wait to meet him!”

"Well, if he ain't treating you right, call us, and we'll knock some sense into him."

Tighnari chuckles. “What about you two? Are you still going together?”

Childe looks at you. “I’m going with Lumine.”

“As long as you two are on the same page,” you say. “...Are you going to Kaeya’s party with her then?”

“Kaeya?” Tighnari asks. “Are you talking about Kaeya Alberich?”

“Do you know him?” Childe asks.

“He’s one of the designers doing the marketing material for Sumeru Geographic. Blue hair? Tan? Tall guy?”

“I’ve never seen him.”

“That sounds about right,” you say.

“So, um, what’s he like?” Childe asks.

“He’s a cool guy,” Tighnari says. “If I’m being honest, he’s quite charming.”

“Charming?”

You and Tighnari look at Childe. “You make it sound like that’s a crime,” you say.

“A lot of the girls are fond of him,” Tighnari continues. “But he’s also cool with the guys.”

Childe frowns. “This isn’t high school.”

Tighnari laughs. “In a nutshell, he seems like an upstanding guy.”

“...You still thinking about going to that party?” you ask Childe.

Childe looks back. “What do you think?”

“Well, I hope you have a plan, Mr. Cat.”

“Mr. Cat?”

Childe looks at Tighnari. “Don’t worry about it.”

◆◆◆

Ayato enters a room and sees a company executive sitting at the table. He's reading what Ayato assumes are documents. The man smiles at Ayato and gestures for him to sit. As Ayato does, he sees a cream-coloured envelope.

“You wanted to see me?” Ayato asks.

"I have good or bad news, depending on how you look at it."

The man gestures to the envelope, and Ayato opens it up. As soon as he pulls out the papers inside and reads the title, he knows it’s a drama offer.

“The director personally reached out,” the man continues. “They want you to star as the male lead for this show.”

While Ayato may not know the director personally, he’s familiar with his work. Perhaps you will also put in a good word for him as he is the director of Love in the Spotlight. Ayato doesn’t need to be told that this is a great opportunity. But… he still needs to ask.

“Will there be a kiss scene?”

“There is a romance subplot.” When Ayato stays quiet, the man continues, “I know you’re opposed to doing kiss scenes. But the director is adamant on having it.”

A detective romance. An interesting story if Ayato does say so himself.

“I… I’ll think about it,” Ayato finally says. “Please give me some time.”

“Oh? You used to discard offers like these in a blink of an eye. Does this mean you’re really interested in this one?”

Rather than being interested, Ayato thinks that this is a step up. He will make more money. But, instead, he says, "It’s different than what I’ve taken on. It would be a fun challenge.”

The man smiles. “Yes. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He stands. “But take some time to think about it.”

As Ayato watches the man leave, he sighs and puts the papers back inside the envelope. Ayato says he will think about it, but… he's lying to himself. Maybe he can try convincing the director or—

“Ayato.” Thoma walks inside the room.

“Oh, Thoma.” Ayato looks at his watch. “Is something wrong? I don’t have anything scheduled for another few hours or so.”

“I heard that you got an offer,” Thoma says, sitting across from him.

Ayato looks at the envelope. “...Yes.”

“...Are you upset?”

Ayato slides Thoma into the envelope. "The story is interesting. I think it would do well regardless of who's cast."

“Then, why the long face?”

Ayato looks up and sees Thoma staring at him. “...I think you know why I can’t take it.”

Thoma leans back. “Alhaitham came to the police station today.”

“Police station?” Ayato frowns. “Wait… what were you doing at the police station?”

“I went to see the lowlife who posted those ridiculous photos on the forum.”

“...So, that’s where you disappeared to."

“Anyway, Alhaitham and I were talking… and there’s a theory that we think could be the cause of the curse.”

“...Which is?”

Thoma takes a small breath. “Love.”

Ayato raises a brow. “Love? How does that have to do with the curse?”

"Do you remember the day you told me you turned? You said it was the day you visited her at the hospital. The day you told her… you're giving up your studies."

Ayato looks away. “...Don’t tell me you’re saying that she’s the one who’ll break my curse? That’s ridiculous, Thoma—”

"No." Ayato looks back. "Your curse started because you gave up everything for her. Even now, you're in this industry because of Ayaka. You're constantly doing things for other people."

“...Are you saying…”

Thoma sighs. “If you ask me… the answer to breaking your curse has been you all along. You just never realized.”

“Then, what are you expecting me to do?” The cold tone is one that Thoma has never heard before. “Should I leave the industry?”

“No! That’s not what I’m saying.”

In truth, Thoma isn't sure what to say. Perhaps it's not fair that he dumped all of this onto Ayato. But, on the other hand, what is he supposed to tell him? To love himself? That's awkward.

“I… I just think you should start making decisions for yourself,” Thoma finally says. “Do you really want to continue acting?”

“...Then, let me give you an answer. I do. It’s the only thing I can do. It’s the only thing I have. What am I supposed to do if I’m not acting? Commercials aren't enough."

“You’re thinking of it as a lifeline. You don’t want to do this because you want to. You do it because you have no choice.”

Ayato frowns. "...Because without it, I will lose everything, Thoma. It's easy for someone to tell you to do whatever you want because they don't have to face the consequences. But, if I did just that a long time ago, Ayaka wouldn't have had the money for her surgery." He stands. "Now that her bills are finally paid off, I need to think about making a living for myself. Like I said, acting is all I have."

Then, without another word, Ayato walks out of the room.

◆◆◆

That evening, you manage to get in touch with Kaeya, but it's to tell him that you won't be able to make it to his party as it clashes with the reunion with Collei. And, well, you agreed to hers first.

"Oh, no problem," Kaeya says. "Lumine mentioned that you might have something else going on."

“You saw her today?”

"I was seeing a few friends, and we bumped into each other. There… was another guy that was with her, though."

Is he talking about Childe?

“Well, anyway, congratulations on your win the other night. Diluc and I loved the show. You deserved it.”

You smile. “Thanks, Kaeya. Let’s go out to eat sometime with Lumine and Diluc.”

“For sure.”

After ending the call, you hear Kaveh’s voice from Alhaitham’s kitchen. You put your phone on the table and see Alhaitham looking disapprovingly at his ex-roommate.

“...It’s a wonder how you managed to survive this long on your own, Kaveh.”

“That’s why there’s something called takeout.”

"...Where you have no idea what goes into your food," Alhaitham deadpans.

"I'm still alive, aren't I?" Kaveh turns around upon seeing Alhaitham look past him. "Oh, Sis! Sorry, were we too loud?"

You walk up to them and look at the burnt… thing in the pan. “It, uh, it’s definitely nothing like I’ve ever seen before.”

Kaveh puts a hand on his hip. “It has its own charm, right?”

Alhaitham sighs. “...If that’s what you want to call it.”

Eventually, the three of you are sitting at the dinner table, talking about the curse until Alhaitham tells Kaveh about Thoma’s speculation.

"Self-love, huh?" Kaveh says, putting his fork down. "That's not something that can be achieved so easily." He looks from Alhaitham to you. "...But enough about Ayato, what about you two?" You and Alhaitham look at each other, and Kaveh smiles. "Could yours be… romantic love?"

“We’re already in a relationship,” you say.

“You have to think bigger, Sis. Marriage? A… baby, perhaps?”

Of course, that has crossed your mind. But you're definitely not ready for either of those. You don't even want a child. But… does Alhaitham feel the same? You've never talked about marriage or starting a family with him, as that conversation seems way too fast. Besides, even if you do any of those things now, it won't feel genuine. Won't that mean you're just helping him get rid of his curse? It doesn't sound like a decision made out of love or respect.

“Rushing either of those things will not help in the long run,” Alhaitham says.

Kaveh looks at you. "Just curious, Sis… do you want to get married and have a kid? I know some people who don't want either anymore. Times are changing." Before you can reply, Kaveh chuckles. "If you don't want kids, cats are a pretty good alternative. Don't you think?"

Alhaitham gives Kaveh a deadpan look, to which Kaveh returns with a smile.

Later that night, you fell asleep on Alhaitham's bed after watching a movie. Alhaitham—in his cat form—walks into his room and sees you on the bed. He hops onto the bed and uses his kitty strength to drag a blanket over you.

Then, after he turns off the TV with his paw, he goes underneath the blanket and snuggles himself next to you. Is it true that the key to breaking his curse is… romantic love? Does this mean you’re really his soulmate? But this raises another question. Why did his curse start at eighteen? Was there something special that happened during that time?

Alhaitham can only remember that it was the time when his parents dropped the news that they were going abroad… again right before his high school graduation. Alhaitham knew how busy they were with work, so he didn't question it. It wasn't like they kept him out of the loop. They kept in touch frequently, but nothing beats seeing and spending time with people in-person. Still, he remembers feeling extremely empty, so he went to a bar with Kaveh for a drink.

Then, Alhaitham remembers what his grandfather told him: Is it wrong of me to want a grandbaby? Does this mean he'll oppose his relationship with you if he knows you don't want kids? Alhaitham has never seriously thought about whether he will want kids or not. But, just like you, he's content with what he has in life. A happy relationship with the person he loves. He'd always thought that maybe going with the flow was best. Well, it looks like he'll have to have an opinion eventually.

You stir in your sleep, and your hand finds his tummy. Alhaitham nuzzles his head against your cheek. Your eyes slowly open, and you smile when you see Alhaitham snuggled up next to you.

“Should I turn you back now?”

You're expecting a response. A meow. Or any kind of indication that he wants to. But instead, he puts his head on your arm and slowly closes his eyes. Looks like he wants to stay in cat form tonight. And who are you to complain?

Chapter Eighteen

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Dance For Me (Fatgum x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"Can I give you an extra birthday gift, baby boy?"

Pairing: Taishiro “Fatgum” Toyomitsu x Black!Fem!Reader (Strangers to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you give Fatgum the experience of a lifetime when his friends drag him to a strip club for his birthday.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Reader is Black-coded (but anyone can still read this); Reader is Fem; Reader is a Stripper/Pole Dancer; Fatgum in Skinny & Fat Form; Strangers to Lovers; Erotic Dancing; Stripping; Body Worship; Lap/Thigh Grinding; Foreplay; Dirty Talk; Deepthroating; Outercourse; Clothed Sex; Cum in Pants; No PIV Sex; Cum on Body; Scent Marking; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: The happiest birthday to my maaaaan 🥰 Enjoy y'all! -Jazz

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Can you imagine Taishiro’s first time in a strip club? I’d imagine it’d be on his birthday.

Walk with me for a second, y’all.

Taishiro isn’t exactly inexperienced when it comes to women. He has had his fair share of girlfriends and hookups, but most of them have been short-lived due to his quirk. It gets tiring to keep himself in his skinnier form day in and day out just to please his partners, but he also knows that this form is the most aesthetically and physically pleasing to most of them.

It’s sad that even he realizes it. Though he is loved by the public, it’s different in the bedroom and in romantic relationships. Because of that, he’s a bit hesitant to shift into his fat form around women he’s interested in. Because of that, he hasn’t done much dating or hookups. He just wouldn’t be able to handle rejection or humiliation for his body.

His friends think he’s being stupid. “Do you know how many women out there would want to fuck you in any form?” Mirko asked him. “You just need to find them! They’re out there!” Hawks had chimed in, equally as certain that Taishiro could find the right woman. “Yeah,” he agreed. “And I know just where to find ‘em. Your birthday is coming up, right?”

Taishiro looked at him curiously while he slurped down his ramen noodles. “Yeah, in about a week,” he replied. “Why?” Hawks just grinned at him, a secret glint in his eyes. Taishiro would regret not pushing the discussion further when he finds himself at a strip club with his friends a week later. Mirko, Hawks, and Yu practically drag him out of the restaurant to hit the club despite his constant protests and pleas for a trip to a parfait shop instead.

While, again, his eyes aren't virgins to the naked female body, he has never seen so much ass and titty in one place! Can you imagine that man walking into the club with his six-something-foot self? He stands out like a sore thumb among the crowd, catching the eyes of customers and employees walking about.

His eyes catch the jiggling of asscheeks on a bottle girl or the shaking thighs of a dancer on the pole wearing the skimpiest outfit he’s ever seen on a woman. He walks into the club his skinny form too. Though he isn’t afraid to walk around in his fat form, he usually opts for his skinny form in unfamiliar places.

Unfamiliar places like this one. Standing among the dancers and purple lights, he feels like an alien on another world. He’s never been in a strip club before, so he’s pretty nervous. What do you even do here? Where do you put your hands? Do you ask the dancer for one? He feels stupid standing here with his friends, like a little kid on his first day of school.

His friends push him to sit down in a secluded booth in the VIP section, immediately ordering a round of shots for them. “Time to celebrate your birthday in style, my friend,” Hawks says, smirking at him. “So how do you feel, big man? First time good so far?”

Taishiro doesn’t want to upset his friends, so he plasters on a smile and say, “Y-Yeah! Totally good!” But deep inside, all he wants to do is go home. This isn’t for him. He probably won’t even get a dance. With someone as suave as Hawks, gorgeous as Rumi, and popular as Yu, he’ll be the last pick if not picked at all. But he still indulges in the shots sitting before him, grinning bashfully when his friends shout happy birthday to him.

“So now you get to choose your dancer, ‘Shiro!” Yu excitedly proclaims, sitting next to Mirko. “So who do you want? Choose whoever and it’s on us!” Though it’s a kind gesture, Taishiro is still nervous as hell. He’s never gotten a dance before. Looking around, he blushes crimson at the sight of dancers tossing ass in their clients’ laps. Would he be able to handle such a thing?

“I heard you’re lookin’ for a dance,” an enticing voice says above him. When he looks up and saw your pretty, brown eyes staring down at him, the entire room fades around the room. All that is here now are you and him. All the other people are gone.

He barely believes his eyes as he drinks you in––you’re wearing a sheer mini dress draped over your luscious, curvaceous body that exposes the tiny bra and thong set underneath. You paired the outfit with knee-high boots that he bets barely make you taller than him if he is to stand up. The lights illuminate your skin and glossed, plump lips that curl into a smile directed at him.

“Hey,” you greet, chewing on your gum. “Fatgum, right? I know you. I’m a big fan.” Taishiro isn’t be able to speak, his tongue heavy and mouth dry. “He says thank you,” Hawks quickly says while Mirko and Yu laugh. “And yeah, he’s lookin’ for a dance. Would you maybe wanna fill that spot for him?”

“It’s his birthday,” Mirko adds with a wink. “Treat him well.”

Your eyes, looking bigger with the lashes and mascara, tick from his friends back to Taishiro. “Of course,” you’d purr. “How could I not treat a pro well?” You then lean in across the table towards him, giving him a peek of your cleavage. “So what would you like, Mr. Fatgum?” you sultry ask the pro. “Would you like a dance from me?”

Taishiro, once again, isn’t able to speak. He just nods, growing hard from your breathy, soft laugh. Out of everything he’s seen tonight, your laugh makes him rock hard. “Would you like the dance here or private?” you ask. “We’ve got private rooms behind the stage. They’re the champagne rooms.”

You wait patiently for his answer, acting oddly sweet for someone working in such an environment. You obviously know that this is his first time and be very understanding which turns him on even more. “Private,” he finds himself answering, earning a whoop from Mirko. A pleased smile curls onto your glossy lips as your hand found his, lacing your fingers together. “Then let’s go, big boy,” you purr, helping him out of his seat.

His friends embarrassingly cheer him on as you lead him away to the champagne rooms. When he stands, he realizes that he does, in fact, stand at a head taller than you. You look like a munchkin compared to him. He follows, feeling robotic almost with his clanky legs and stiff joints. Everything moves in slow motion except for you two. He isn’t be able to tear his eyes off of your asscheeks jiggling and bouncing like jell-O in front of him, your long, curly hair swishing across your backside. His cock chubs against his jeans, desperate for release. ‘Not now,’ he chastises himself. The last thing he needs is to get hard here.

You bring him into one of the clean, dimly-lit rooms with its mini-bar, private stage, and circulating sofa bed. The noises of the club are muffled, adding to the atmosphere. You let go of his hand and situate yourself near the pole, your heels clicking across the floor. As you walk, your ass jiggles, beckoning him forward for a squeeze. “Sit down and relax yourself,” you tell him. “This is your night, Mr. Fatgum.”

Taishiro does as he’s told. He sits back against the couch cushions, his thick legs open and hands gripping his thighs in an effort to relax. “Taishiro,” he croaks out, clearing his throat. “Call me Taishiro.”

You stop and look at him, your hair swishing over your shoulder. The smile that curls onto your lips fills him with butterflies. “Okay, Taishiro,” you agree, your name on his lips making him even harder. “So tell me what you want me to do.” Your hand reaches for the pole and as you grasp it, you bring your body flush against it. Your eyes, illuminated by the light, stare deep into his from across the room. “I’m all yours tonight, birthday boy.”

Taishiro swallows hard, still nervous but also incredibly aroused. How is that you can seduce him without barely touching him or saying anything dirty?

But he does tell you exactly what he wants you to do. He suddenly feels slightly more comfortable with the tequila setting in and the private room allowing him the space to breathe. “I-I just want you to dance,” he softly stutters. “I don’t care about the music. I just wanna watch you move.”

You smile for him, so pretty and sweet. “Sure, birthday boy,” you softly giggle. “Lemme just get the music goin’. You release the pole and walk over to the little stereo near the mini-bar and flip a switch. The music that begins to pump from the speakers would be soft and smooth, R&B-like. Taishiro knows he’s heard it before, possibly on TikTok.

All other thoughts that aren’t of you go out the window when you begin to slowly strut over to the pole again, your eyes set dead on him. He especially chunks all other thoughts into the trash when you begin to move. You move perfectly to the music as if you’re made of it, your hips swaying sensually and hair swishing around your shoulders. Your eyes, two deep pools of brown, stare into his, never straying or looking away. You securely grasp the pole with both hands, one lower than the other, and gyrate your hips, making your ass jiggle enticingly to the beat.

‘Fuck!’ Taishiro thinks, staring shamelessly at the jiggling fat. That thing that you’re lugging around should be illegal. Especially how you move it. It’s so hypnotizing the way it bounces and sways depending on the tempo of the song. When it’s slow enough, you wind and grind your thick hips suggestively against the pole, squatting with your legs open to give him a peek of the tiny cotton strip of your thong that hides the promise land from him.

But when the tempo picks up, that ass is moving like it is made for him. He can’t keep his eyes off of the way your asscheeks bounce up and down and your thick thighs jiggle in time with your moves. You giggle to yourself as you bend over for him, causing your thong to sink deeper into your ass and make your cheeks look that much fatter. It suddenly feels hot in the room to Taishiro, uncomfortably so. He swallows every five seconds and shifts positions in his seat, trying in vain to ease the tension in his pants.

He damn near loses his mind when you begin to finally break out the pole tricks. You grasp the pole with both hands and swing yourself around, your black heels dangling from above. He watches you, transfixed on the way you move like the wind is beneath your feet, the lights illuminating the muscles flexing beneath your luscious skin and body.

Every move you make, he is impressed and enchanted––splits; swings; backward bends. He loves it when you bend backward. There’s something about how you look when you’re in the air, your hair cascading down and your pretty face glinting in the lights.

It’s like he’s watching a movie. He goes from sitting back against the couch to sitting up straight, eyes forward and lips parted in anticipation for your next move. His cock is damn near weeping at this point, pre-cum embarrassingly staining the inside of his boxers. He keeps his thighs closed because of that, not wanting you to see or notice his hard-on although he's sure you’ve seen plenty. With how you move, he knows you have.

When the song finally comes to an end, you finally settle back down on your heels on the floor, effortless and skilled. Sweat glistens on your forehead, the bridge of your nose, and between your breasts where Taishiro finds his tongue wanting to be. You smile at him, proud of your work.

“You enjoy that?” you ask, out of breath. It sounds so sexy to him. He nods, too transfixed to speak. “I’m glad,” you laugh, secretly endeared by his cuteness. “That was all for you, after all.”

Taishiro finally manages to snap some sense into himself when he realizes that you’ve stopped moving. The dance is over. ‘No,’ he thinks. ‘That can’t be! I want more of her.’

“Uh,” he stutters out, “s-so is my time here…over?” You raise a questionable eyebrow at him. “Do you want it to be?” you ask. He blushes rogue, adverting his gaze from yours. “Sorry,” he apologizes sheepishly. “I’m not used to this. I’ve never been to this type of club before, s-so I’m not sure how things work around here.”

His eyes tick back to yours when he hears your heels clicking across the floor, getting closer and closer. His heart leaps when he realizes that you’re walking over to him. The lump in his throat grows as does his cock, hardening every second you grow nearer. Finally, you stand in front of him and hook a leg over his hip, his face now practically in your crotch.

“I was told to give you a dance,” you purr. “So that’s what I’m going to do.” You smile down at him, the idea of him being smaller than you makes him want to burst. “And plus, I want to. So would you like me to?”

Taishiro is close to fainting as he stares up at you, not sure what’s happening but also liking it. “T-to dance for me?” he carefully asks. You slowly nod as the next song starts: “Body” by Summer Walker. “S-Sure,” he nervously replies. “I’d like that a lot.” A happy smile brightens up your pretty face like sunshine before you gently push him back to sit against the pillows.

Then, without another word said between you, you dance. With your leg still hiked up over his side, you proceed to grind your hips into his face, staring down at him with hooded eyes as you do. Taishiro gets even more worked up with you up close and personal. You’re so close that he could pull your little dress up, your thong to the side, and eat you out if he wanted to…and he does want to. The urge to taste you is strong. But he won’t dare overstep your boundaries or violate the rules of the club. He’s sure that touching the dancers is a big no-no.

So he keeps his hands to himself, balled up right at his sides. You then take your leg off of the couch and lower it before continuing your dance. Your hips wind before him, moving in one circular direction and then clockwise. You then slowly stand and turn around, your ass jiggling in his face when you bend down to touch your toes.

You then drop to your knees and proceed to do moves on the floor, hips circulating against the floor, your back arching sensually. The giggles that leave your lips are even more arousing. It means that you’re enjoying this. You like making him work up a sweat like this. His fists tighten, his nails digging into his palms from the force while his cock strains painfully against his jeans. He’s never been this horny in his life.

He just about jumps out of his skin when you suddenly slide up between his thighs, your hands moving to run over his abs. “Such a nice body,” you coo. Your eyes sparkle as you stare up at him. “You can touch me, y’know. I don’t usually let my customers touch me, but I think I can make an exception for you.” You wink at him before standing and sitting down on his lap where you proceed to toss your ass back into his lap.

Taishiro grunts as the softness of your plush asscheeks hits his groin, brushing up against his hard cock. But he doesn’t dare touch you. He can’t. He knows that if he does, nothing will hold back his fat form anymore. He can feel it pushing to be released, causing his body to tremble. You must notice too because you look back at him, your eyebrows knitted. “You alright, Taishiro?” you ask, sounding concerned.

Taishiro grits his teeth as he smiles at you, doing his best to seem normal. “Yeah,” he assures you. “It’s not you, it’s all me. It’s kinda hard to feel…comfortable like this.” He hopes he thinks you mean that he’s just horny, but something in your face tells him that isn’t it.

You pop off of him and twist around to face him, your hands holding his knees. “You don’t have to keep this up, y’know,” you giggle. “You can let go. I’m gonna judge you or anything for your other form.”

Taishiro’s eyes widen, wondering how you know just what the problem is. Can you see it on his face? Can you feel it in his body? Your hands begin to sneak up his shirt to reveal his big, toned body complete with a happy trail, chest hair, and two hardened, pink nipples.

Taishiro groans as your nails drag against his skin, sending goosebumps in their wake. “I wanna see you,” you purr, your eyes hooded and lustful. “C’mon, big boy. Don’t hide yourself from me.” He blinks at you, shocked. A pretty woman like you is willingly asking to see him in his fat form? “A-Are you sure?” he asks, still uncertain.

You suddenly stand, your smile fading. Without a word, you hook your leg up onto the cushion again and take his big hand in your tinier one. He lets you, mouth parted in disbelief when you suddenly press his hand up against your mound. He gasps when he feels the heat radiating from it and the wetness staining your thong. “Does this feel like I’m sure?” you ask breathlessly.

He slowly shakes his head, watching his own hand stroke you through your underwear. His thumb is big enough to cover your entire clit which he finds rubbing in small circles through the wet fabric of your thong. A shuddery moan leaves your lips, making his cock turn rock solid. “Can I tell you a secret, Taishiro?” you softly ask, batting those pretty lashes at him.

He dumbly nods, eyes lust-blown. “Uh-huh,” he softly murmurs. You lean in toward him, pressing your lips to his ear. “I’ve been like this ever since you walked into the club tonight,” you whisper. “I wanted to be the one to dance for you. Only you.” Your lips peck him lightly on the cheek, leaving a sticky ring of gloss in their wake.

You then pull away to look at him where he sees nothing but longing and lust in them. “Can I please see you?” you sweetly ask, peering down at him with those big eyes and lashes.

Taishiro doesn’t need any more confirmation that this is what you want. That he is what you want. “Anything you want,” he practically growls, unable to hold himself back any longer. He can already feel himself starting to shift and his cock beginning to leak through his jeans. Only now he doesn’t care to hide it.

Right before your excited eyes, he shifts into his fat form. His body grows bigger and pudgier, his rock-hard abs and stomach growing into pudge. He is now all big and burly with thick thighs, rolls, and a gut. Though the muscle mass is still there, it hides behind his chubby body that your eyes roam over in absolute lust. It feels good to have someone so pretty and sexy see him in such a way and not shy away from him. In contrast, you look like you want a piece of whatever he’s bringing to the table.

“Oh,” you purr, sliding your hands up his pudgy thighs. “Now there’s my big boy.” You pause, your eyebrows narrowing in concern. “Is it still okay I call you that?”

Taishiro nearly busts right there. Your patience and sweetness is making him crazy! “Honey, you can call me whatever the fuck you want,” he groans. “Just please keep touching me.”

At this, you giggle, pleased with his answer. You give him what he wants, trailing your hands and acrylic nails all over his body. You tweak and suck on his nipples, emitting soft groans and whimpers from his lips that he feels no embarrassing making. You drag your nails up and down his stomach, the slightly sharp feeling causing his skin to tingle. You pepper his skin in kisses, never shying away from any part of him.

You make him feel like a fucking king. You wound up between his thighs, kissing his lower stomach with your nails dragging across his thick, pudgy thighs. “That feel good, baby boy?” you coo.

It feels like the air in his lungs is being constricted with how hard it suddenly is to breathe. The room feels too hot and tight, the walls closing in around him. But this has nothing to do with anxiety or anything close to it. It has everything to do with how horny he is. All he can think about is cumming all over your pretty face. “Y-Yes,” he whimpers. “S-So good.”

You pause your kisses for a moment, confusing him. “Do you want more?” you inquire, looking up at him from between his thighs. His brows furrow in confusion and shock. “What do you mean?” he asks, hoping he isn’t mistaken by what he thinks you are insinuating. You couldn’t possibly mean…

You stare up at him with a look that nearly has him creaming his pants, your long, faux lashes framing your pretty eyes. “I wanna taste you, Taishiro,” you purr. “I wanna know just what's hiding behind these jeans.” Your hand moves to palm his bulge through his jeans, emitting a grin from him. “I-I thought the dancers here don’t do that,” he stutters out.

A humorous smile pulls onto your glossy lips. “Some don’t, some do,” you snicker. “It’s a rule to not engage in sex with customers, but the girls here gotta make some extra dough.” You lean your head against his thigh, the sight giving him some very unholy thoughts of him fucking your face. “Plus, I told you already that I can make an exception for you.”

Your hand continuous to palm him through his pants, moving in slow circles and applying the right pressure––not to hard but not too soft. Taishiro leans his head back and moans, the sound loud and unabashed. “I can feel you already,” you moan. “You’re drippin’ for me, baby boy. That’s so hot.” He looks down, finding that his pre has begun to stain his jeans. But for some reason, he isn’t mortified; not with the lustful look in your eyes.

You look up at him again, a sensual look on your face. “So can I give you an extra birthday gift, birthday boy?” you ask. Taishiro has never gotten his belt loosened so quick in his life. “So eager!” you laugh, helping him take his pants down to his ankles. He watches you loop your hands through his boxers, his body on fire. “Are you kiddin’ me?” he scoffs. “How can I not be with someone as beautiful as you?”

You don’t reply to his sweet comment immediately. That’s because you’re too busy gaping at his cock when it is released from its prison. He is big, thick, and extremely hard. The bulbous, pink head drips in pre-cum which dribbles enticingly down his thick shaft where a couple veins throb under the tender skin of his cock. He keeps himself trimmed, each golden-blonde public cut short but curly like the hair on his belly and chest. From his cock hangs two heavy balls, soft, sinewy with blonde hair, and holding all the cum he has for you and you alone.

He relishes in your gaze, feeling like the sexiest man in the world. “No,” you coo. “You're the beautiful one here, birthday boy.” You start by spitting all over his cock, causing him to groan at the sight of your saliva dripping over his shaft and balls. Then you begin to stroke him, having to use both hands because he’s just too damn big for one.

Taishiro’s toes curl in his sneakers while his head tips back. “Shit!” he hisses, unable to hold back his choice words or sounds of pleasure. Your soft, tiny hands feel so good stroking his big dick. Every move you back causes his body to tingle, his cells to come alive from the pleasure you’re giving him. The lewd, wet sounds of your hands stroking his wet cock don’t do him any good either. He’s a lost cause.

Especially when you finally wrap your lips around him. Taishiro’s eyes nearly bulge out of his skull the minute he feels your soft lips and wet tongue wrap around him, turning all kinds of tricks and skills on his dick. Flicking, licking, sucking.

“F-Fuck,” he groans, gripping the couch beneath him. He’s never been treated so well. You’re such a good little cocksucker. He blushes red at the nasty thought. He shouldn’t be thinking of you in such a horrible way!

But the way you’re sucking on his dick and taking him in your throat is making him think different. You grip the base of his cock with one hand as you open your throat for him, taking him as deep as you can go. The gagging sounds that emit from your pretty throat nearly makes him cum, especially when combined with the way your throat tightens around him. So wet…so tight… He wonders if your pussy is this good too.

He bets it is. He bets it has a tight grip like your hand stroking his cock with quick strokes that have the cum rising in his cock. He bets it’s just as wet as your throat, dripping saliva down his balls. He bets you’d moan so pretty and loud for him every time he plunges his cock into you, hitting that spot that’d have you seeing stars and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He can feel your pussy now squeezing around him, urging him to cum.

“F-fuck, darlin’!” he groans, gripping the couch for dear life. “I’m gonna cum soon! You’re gonna make me cum!”

You hum appreciatively, nodding your head. The way your head bobs causes his cock to brush against the roof of your mouth, sending tingles throughout his dick. “Cum for me, baby boy,” you urge, speeding up your stroking until his toes are curling and his thighs are shaking. “Cum all over my face.”

You go back to eagerly sucking him off, slurping him down like it’ll be your last meal for a while. His balls begin to tighten. He can feel himself reaching his peak. But something stops him: the fact that you won’t be cumming too. Though your mouth feels good enough to burst, he knows his release would feel even better if you’re feeling good too. Call him a people pleaser.

“No!” he desperately cries out. “No, please, don’t! I-I don’t wanna cum yet!”

Hearing the desperation in his voice, you pop off of his cock with a wet “pop!”, saliva dribbling from your plump, bottom lip. Why not?” you ask, sounding utterly confused. It’s so cute. He looks down at you with hooded eyes and cups your chin in his big, strong hand. “‘Cause I wanna cum when you do,” he breathlessly replies. “I wanna make you feel good too.”

You stare at him for a moment as if trying to piece together if he’s serious. He’s sure that you’re used to men who take what they want and leave you feeling unappreciated in your line of work. But not this man. He wants to give you every ounce of pleasure he can while you’re together. “Baby,” you giggle, looking touched by his need to please you too. But you deserve it. With the amount of energy it took to dance for him and suck the soul out of his dick, he’ll gladly give you the goddamn moon.

Before you can agree (or even disagree), your phone suddenly beeps. You pull it out from inside your boot and groan in frustration at what waits for you there. “Shit,” you sigh. “I have to go on bottle service in five minutes. We don’t have much time.” You look utterly disappointed as you toss your phone to the side.

You aren’t the only one. Taishiro would’ve wanted to feel your wet pussy and thighs on his face or even bend you over to fuck you silly until you came all over him. But obviously, that isn’t in the plan right now. “Then what do you want me to do?” he asks, eager to please you. He takes your hands in his, squeezing them. “I’ll do anything. I just wanna get you off too.”

You smile at his eagerness, happiness lighting up your entire face. “Just sit there,” you reply. Taishiro obeys, staying put despite his throbbing, aching cock hanging between his thighs. He just about has a stroke when you take your dress off, revealing your bra and thong. He commits the outfit to memory. You then turn around and hook your legs over his lap, straddling him, his naked cock pressed up against your wet, fabric-covered pussy.

Slowly, you begin to rock your hips back and forth, riding his cock. He watches it slide between your thighs and across your asscrack, and back again to poke at that wet cunt that feels like an oven with how hot it is. You turn to face him over your shoulder, swishing your hair in the process. “Is this okay?” you ask breathlessly. “It’s not weird?”

He knows what you want instantly and grasps your hips, pulling you closer. His cock pushes against your clit, causing you to whimper. “Fuck no,” he huffs. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

The more you roll those hips and grind that pussy down into his cock, the more he's starting to believe it. He can only imagine how this would feel if you moved your thong to the side, but he doesn’t have a condom and he isn’t sure if you’re on protection. He doesn’t care to ask. All he cares about is cumming and more importantly, cumming with you.

His eyes drink in the way you toss your hair and ass around, loving how good you’re feeling. That ass is especially a sight to see. The way the thong digs into your asscheeks, making them look so plump and jiggly is almost too much. He can just imagine your ass bouncing like that while his big cock is inside of you, stretching you out. His hand is coming down to smack your ass before he can stop himself.

You gasp as the loud sound of his hand connecting with your asscheek fills the air. “S-sorry!” he immediately apologizes. “I should’ve asked first! You just looked so good.”

His face grows hot, alarmed at himself. He’s never felt so feral for a woman before. But when you lean back and cup his face in your hand, he realizes that you’re much different. You’re a freak. “I liked it,” you whimper, pleaing with your eyes. “Do it again.”

He obliges, bringing his hand down to smack your ass again. And again. And again. The sharp sound of his hand hitting your luscious asscheeks causes him to grind up into you, meeting the roll of your hips. Moans, gasps, and shuddery exhales fill the air as you both grind your bodies against each other, his wet cock sliding against your pussy. “Talk to me, baby boy,” you beg. “Please just say something!”

Taishiro is happy to oblige. “You feel so good for me, darlin’,” he groans, his cock growing beneath your pussy the more you grind against it. “I feel so good I can’t taste this pretty little pussy. I wanna make you feel good too.”

You once again look behind you, letting him see those pretty eyes. “You are,” you whisper. “And you can taste me too.” You then move your fingers beneath your thong waistband where he can hear the sound of your wet pussy when you swish your fingers in it.

You then take your fingers out, giving him a peek of your juices glistening on them. You reach back and he leans forward, immediately latching his mouth around your fingers to suck your essence off of him. He groans at your taste, his tongue swirling around your digits. You’re heavenly. “I taste good, Daddy?” you ask, smirking at him.

He doesn’t know if it’s the taste of you on his tongue or if it’s the nickname, but something ignites in Taishiro that has him going completely off the rails for you. Suddenly, he’s leaning up and latching his arms around your body, holding your arms down so you can’t leave. A cute little squeak of surprise leaves your mouth that turns into a shuddery moan when his hips grind against your cunt harder, faster, urging you to cum.

“Sorry, darlin’,” he chuckles. “I just have to cum, and I want you to cum too.”

He can tell from the way your body is tensing that you’re close. He leans in to your ear, his breath fanning across your face. “Can you do that for me, baby doll? Can you cum all over my thigh like a good girl?” His teeth nip at your earlobe as his cock glides across your swollen clit, causing you to cry out in pleasure. “Like my good little dancer?” he whispers.

“Yes!” you cry out, your pretty voice bouncing off of the walls. “I’m gonna cum, Daddy! ‘M gonna cum!” You begin to babble as your release gets closer, your hips moving on their own. His one hand finds one of your breasts to play with, fondling it under your bra cup while he watches your ass grind down into his cock. “Me too,” he groans. “You’re just too much for me.”

And you are. The softness and thickness of your body, the heat radiating off of your soaked pussy, and the way your thighs tremble against his finally takes him over the edge. “Take it!” he growls. “Take all of this cum, baby doll! My pretty lil’ dancer…” You whine in response as your orgasm takes over, making you shake and shudder against him.

When you both cum, you cum hard. Loud moans of your release fill the room as you gush in your thong and Taishiro sprays his cum all over your pussy and thighs, creating one creamy mess. You continue to grind against his softening cock despite how much he moans and shudders at the feeling. “S-slow down please!” he begs. “S-So sensitive!” Relentless tingles course through his body as his orgasm rolls on, shocking him to his core.

You laugh at his whimpers, poking your bottom lip out at him. “Sorry,” you giggle. “Hearing those moans are just so hot.” With a soft moan, you rise off of him, revealing how much he actually came. “Wow,” you laugh, shocked. “That’s a lot of cum, baby boy.”

And how! His nut coats his thighs and pudgy stomach as well as your thighs, thong, and bra, dripping off of your skin. “Oh, no, your outfit!” he gasps, mortified. “I’m so, so sorry! Can I pay for dry cleaning? How much is it? I’ll give you the money on top of your pay for the dance.”

You begin to laugh at his panic, the sound like music to him. “Taishiro, it’s fine,” you say through a fit of giggles. “I can just wipe it off.” You walk over to the mini-bar and bend down, giving him a good view of your ass. You then retrieve some baby wipes from a drawer and hand him some to clean up with. Relief floods him when you wipe your cum off of your underwear and skin, nothing staining.

“See?” you hum. “All clean.” You give him a smile that eases his nerves and fills with him a calm sensation despite what just transpired between you. A comfortable silence fills the air as you both dress yourselves, the sinful act of what you just did hidden. You then turn to him, pressing your hands against his chest. “Did you enjoy your gift?” you purr.

His cock twitches at the memory of your thighs and wet cunt. “Immensely,” he sighs. “That was…amazing.” He puts his hands on your hips, bringing you closer. ”You were amazing.”

He wants more of you. Much, much more.

You lean your head forward, your nose brushing against his in a nuzzle that gives him tingles all over. “I’d wanna stay and snuggle, but I’ve gotta get back to work,” you sigh, sounding disappointed. You aren’t the only one. He really doesn't want this to be the last time he sees you. He’s never felt so free with a woman before, especially one that embraces his fat form.

You look up at him, almost bashful and shy now. “I wanna see you again though. I’m sure as a pro, you’ve got your busy schedule or anything, but if you ever find yourself here again or–“

“Yes!” he practically shouts. He then retracts, blushing despite bursting with joy. “Yeah,” he calmly says. “I wanna see you again too.” He pulls away from you slightly, playfully teasing you. “But I think I’d need your number for that,” he chuckles. He eyes your phone across the room on the couch.

You raise an eyebrow at him, playfully ticking your nail against your chin. “I don’t know,” you hum. “Do snuggles come with that?” For some reason, his cock twitches even more at the idea of cuddling with you. He smiles down at you, his hand gliding down to cup your ass. “Of course, darlin’. Don't you know I’m a seasoned snuggle professional?”

You then smile brightly, giving him the impression that this is what you wanted to hear. After he slides his phone out and you put your number in for him, you stand up on your tip toes and press a sticky kiss to his cheek, signaling your departure. “Well, I’ve gotta get changed,” you announce. He releases you and watches you walk to the door, hating to see you go but loving to watch you leave.

You turn to him before you open the door, a sexy smirk playing on your lips. “I’ll be seein’ you, birthday boy. And you’d better call me.” Taishiro smirks back at you, shoving his hands in his pockets as if that will hide his excitement. “I can try to work around my busy schedule for that.”

You giggle at his playfulness and your hand goes for the doorknob. But you never reach for it. It pauses in mid-air as you gasp thoughtfully to yourself. “Oh, and I almost forgot!” You turn and skip back over to him, the cutest smile on your face as you do.

Before he can take a breath, you’re grasping him and pressing your lips against his, promising more endless nights of this as his mouth glides against yours. Slowly, you pull away and smile at your glittery gloss now all over his mouth. “Happy birthday,” you whisper.

Taishiro heart pounds against his chest as a smile crosses his lips too. His hand then reaches down into his pocket where he slips out a $100, crisp and clean. He slides it into your bra strap, emitting a bellied laugh from you. “Thanks for the gift,” he chuckles.

THE END.

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Birthday Gift (Homelander x Vought!reader)

so no one asked for this...I got the inspiration watching the 3x02 episode. this is primarily fluff, if you squint (I'm not a smut writer though- sorry!). I might write a part 2 to this and possibly make this a series if people want? anyway, I felt so bad for him during this episode- the poor man just wants love...

WARNINGS: none. some swearing...it's Homelander.

word count: 3.7k

summary: reader gives Homelander a birthday gift. he doesn't know how to feel about it.

God this was stupid.

This was probably the stupidest goddamn thing you’ve ever done.

Or was it?

You didn’t know, but what you did know was the fact that you were carrying a gift for a certain supe’s birthday today. And not just any supe, but specifically the Homelander himself.

The gift was nothing special, since being a new-ish Vought employee didn’t come with a big starting salary, so it didn’t cost much. But you’d like to think it was somewhat thoughtful, always believing it was the thought that counted instead of how high the price tag was.

The truth was that you didn’t even really know Homelander, well, of course you did- everyone knew who the Seven’s longtime captain and America’s favorite hero was, but you didn’t know him personally. You don’t think you’ve actually even really spoken to the guy, just passing him by in the hallways on 99th at best when your job took you there. You weren’t a supe or even part of the Seven’s legal, PR, media, crisis, or management team so there was no real reason you would ever cross paths with Homelander or any of the other supes.

However, when you first started, most of your coworkers had warned you to stay out of Homelander’s way numerous times, if you ever did get an off-chance encounter with him, telling you to not even look his way unless you wanted to get on his bad side and have him rip you a new one.

And here you were carrying a birthday gift for him in your bag?

It was so stupid. You mentally cursed your parents for raising you right and teaching you to be polite.

How were you even planning on giving it to him in the first place? You barely saw him and when you did, you never spoke to him, scared to find out if the rumors of his infamous temper were either the truth or a fairytale. You hoped the ladder.

Well, good thing it was barely 8 am and you could think about how to deliver it the whole rest of the day.

Doing one final check to make sure the wrapped gift was for sure in your bag, and hadn’t mysteriously disappear, for the hundredth time, you fixed your hair before stepping out of the women’s bathroom on the 89th floor to make it back down to your office space.

You didn’t know why you came all the way up the tower to use this specific bathroom when all of the bathrooms in the tower were more or less the same and you worked all the way down in accounting, but from your first day you had picked this one and stuck to it. It certainly helped that this was a quieter floor, being the floor right below the supe’s training area, so no one ever really came here. This bathroom had also been a nice place of solitude when you needed a good cry when work or life got to you during the working hours of the day. This place had been your solid go to.

So, imagine your surprise when you stepped out of the bathroom to see the person you were looking for walking briskly in your direction.

Your heart leapt to your throat- shit, you didn’t think an opportunity would come this quickly.

But something was off. The normally charming and easy going tv and interview persona he normally exuded were nowhere to be seen. You could see from where you were standing that there was no sparkle in his eyes or any trace of amusement on his face at all. It looked and felt like a black storm cloud was brewing over his head and you wondered if something must’ve happened this morning for him to be looking like that.

But then you remembered hearing the faint whispers of your coworkers about how much of a pain it would be to budget in Homelander’s latest tirade and how it would affect Vought’s bottom line. Or how uncomfortable people acted once they saw the small poster of Homelander hung up in your cubicle given to you by your niece and how fake their smiles got when you mentioned how much Homelander meant to you and her.

The phrase ‘don’t meet your heroes’ was popular for a reason but there was no way Homelander could ever really be a part of that saying…right?

Expelling those thoughts from your head, you readjusted the bag straps on your shoulder and took in a small deep breath to steel your nerves and as you looked back up, Homelander was now only a few steps away from you.

“G-good morning Homelander, sir…” you trailed off, your polite smile dropping as you watched him walk right by you briskly, not even a glance in your direction. “Happy birthday,” you finished quietly to yourself.

Now that got his attention.

Homelander stopped and stood in place at least 20 feet away, not facing you or even turning your way, still looking at the other end of the hall he had been heading towards.

“What did you say?”

Shit, you forgot he had super human hearing.

Your eyes widened for a split second before swallowing your nerves. “I said…happy birthday. Homelander, sir.” You waited for him to look your way or to even just say thank you before walking away, but he didn’t move an inch. “It is your birthday today, right?”

It was a dumb question, you both knew it. Of course it was his birthday, everyone knew when it was. There were posters promoting his annual ‘birthday celebration’ broadcast on all of the Vought television networks plastered all over the country and in the building. Once there was even a campaign to declare his birthday a federal holiday.

“Uh…yeah,” Homelander finally replied slowly, turning halfway towards you with his hands on his hips, cape swishing slightly at the movement, and dipping his head slightly before looking back at the wall. “It is.”

“Well, I hope you have a great day- sir,” you finished lamely and mentally slapped yourself. You had no idea why you were struggling to hold up a simple conversation but part of you knew why. For whatever reason, he seemed pissed off, if his stiff posture was anything to go off of. The last thing you wanted was to disrespect the world’s most powerful superhero.

“Huh?” He glanced briefly at you before turning away, looking like he had already forgotten you were still there. “Oh, thanks.” He dropped his hands, moving to start walking away from you again when you called out his name, remembering the gift you had in your bag.

“Oh, Homelander, sir! Wait!”

He stopped again and huffed a curt sigh while putting his hands on his hips once more before looking at you with barely veiled annoyance. “What?”

You missed the look he shot you since you were too busy walking up to him while digging around in your bag. “I have something for you.”

Homelander subtlety rolled his eyes. “Look, if you have papers for me to sign or whatever, take it up with Ashley. I’m kinda busy this morning,” he lied, feeling his patience wearing thin the longer you dug around in your purse.

He didn’t have anywhere to be, but he certainly didn’t want to be spending all this time in a hallway with you. He’d much rather be destroying things and letting out his anger on some pathetic intern because Stormfront didn’t even say happy birthday to him through a fucking blink. But here you were, a complete nobody, being the first person to wish him a happy birthday and simultaneously waste his time. If he wasn’t so disappointed with his disfigured girlfriend he’d be soaking all this in, but he wasn’t. He just wanted to be left alone right now.

“What? Oh no, I’m not with legal. I work in accounting,” you absentmindedly replied as you dug around and finally found his gift, pulling it out. “I wanted to give you something. Here,” you said while holding out a palm sized box wrapped in red, white, and blue paper, complete with a bow and a card. “This is for you,” you smiled sheepishly and looked up at his face as you took in his expression.

As his eyes scanned over the present, you could see his irritation start to melt away and be replaced with confusion. He blinked a few times, jerking his head back slightly as his eyebrows pulled together. “What- what is this?”

Now it was your turn to be confused. Was he joking or did he not know what a birthday present was? No- you told yourself, he must be joking and must think the gift you’re giving him is work related.

“It’s a…birthday present,” you started slowly, your voice tinged with confusion. When his expression didn’t change you added, “For you.”

A few quiet seconds ticked by as he stared at the box, before an easy smile appeared on his face as his whole demeanor changed like a light switch being flipped on. He chuckled breathlessly. “Of- of course it is,” he sputtered as he took it and the card. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Sir.” You nodded once. “Happy birthday,” you smiled sheepishly. An awkward pause filled the air as you looked down at your feet before looking back up at him and you saw that his eyes hadn’t left the box. “Make sure you- uh, open the card first,” you hinted. “It helps explain the gift.”

Your explanation broke whatever trance Homelander was in because he then blinked and plastered on another smile he hoped was charming. “Sure thing,” he chuckled and waved the card in his other hand as he then looked at you. “I’ll be sure to do that…?” He trailed off, looking at you expectantly with a raised eyebrow, waiting for you to fill in the blank and say your name.

“Oh!” you exclaimed after a moment and told him your name, cheeks heating up slightly after getting the hint. You were a little embarrassed with yourself for getting caught up in his eyes. I mean in your defense, they were a really beautiful shade of bright blue. “I work down in accounting.”

“Ah, accounting,” he nodded, like he was reminiscing about his favorable interactions with the accounting department even though he’s never stepped foot on their floor once his entire life. “I like the…work that they do,” he quickly pointed at you, “that you do,” he added in a joking manner before laughing politely.

You giggled and nodded, smiling, dipping your head a bit before looking back at him. “Yes, yes. Well, thank you. Knowing that you appreciate our work means a lot, Sir.”

“Psh, oh please,” Homelander waved off your thanks. “Now you guys,” he pointed a gloved red index finger at you, “are the real heroes.”

His words felt a little empty to you and while you didn’t know if it was because they were insincere or because you heard them a thousand times before on TV, you couldn’t help but say your thanks. If he said those words all the time it had to be because he meant them, right?

“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

“No, no I’m serious.” He was anything but. “Without people like you and your team, Vought wouldn’t be where it is today. So, thank you,” he added with a bashful smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

You didn’t want to keep going around in ‘thank you’ circles so you just accepted his gratitude with a smile. Besides, it wasn’t every day that the world’s most favorable superhero was thanking you for your work. “Of course, Sir. Anytime.”

“Ah, you can drop the ‘Sir’. Homelander is just fine.”

You couldn’t contain the smile that broke out across your face. Being on a first name basis with the Homelander? Well, not really since you figured he had another name besides his hero name, but this was still a big deal to a you. You got goosebumps, this couldn’t be real. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Well, Homelander,” you said, feeling a little weird dropping the formal sir title but liking how it sounded, “I have to get going now. My shift starts soon.” You looked into his beautiful blue eyes as you sincerely said, “I hope you have a wonderful birthday.”

With that, Homelander watched you turn around and disappear into the elevator without another word, all while he stayed rooted in place. Using his x-ray vision, he watched as you got off on the 35th floor (so that’s where accounting was? No wonder he’s never been there before) and make your way to your cubicle.

Once you logged onto your work station, he blinked, breaking his vision and bringing his attention back to the gift in his hand. Letting out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding onto, he gasped slightly as he felt these emotions wash over him.

But he held back his feelings, taking a deep breath. He couldn’t let anyone see him like this. He couldn’t cry over his first ever birthday present like this right in the middle of the hallway.

He had to get to his apartment in the tower. He had to be alone.

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Staring. That’s all what Homelander had been doing for at least an hour. Despite possessing all of the strength in the world, he couldn’t bring himself to do the simple task of opening his present.

All he could do was stand five feet away and stare at the brightly wrapped box sitting on his kitchen counter next to his red gloves.

Sighing in annoyance, he started pacing back and forth once again and ran a hand over his face.

This was stupid. He was the fucking Homelander for fuck’s sake and he couldn’t even do something as simple as opening a present? It was pathetic.

But he felt those same emotions from the hallway creep back up.

Deep down, he knew why this was so hard for him. He knew why he could feel his eyes prick at the corner with unshed tears.

It was because this was the first birthday present he’s gotten. Ever. Despite all of the years he’s been alive and on this earth, he’s never actually received an actual present like this. All these years he’s been in the Seven, at Vought, even dating Meave back in the day, and not once had he ever received a gift on his birthday. Or on any holiday either.

Even fucking Stormfront, whom he loved, couldn’t even blink this morning to wish him a happy birthday. Blink! He had made it so god damn easy for her to make him happy this morning by basically saying the words he wanted to hear from her and all she had to do was blink in affirmation. And she couldn’t even fucking do that for him. After everything he’s done for her!

The disappointment and hurt he felt leaving her room after that was ode to none.

But then after that, he had met you. And you had managed to catch him off guard and turn his morning around with just a simple conversation and an act of kindness.

And here he was being a coward.

“Alright- fuck it,” he muttered. He just had to get this over with. Like ripping off someone’s head. He just had to do this quickly and efficiently.

He closed the gap between him and the counter in a few quick steps, his star-spangled cape swishing from the sudden movement, and reach out for the present. He started taking off the bow quickly and removing the ribbon but stopped when his eyes wandered to the card that was lying next to it.

Oh wait- didn’t you tell him before that he should read the card before opening the gift?

Slowly putting the present down, he picked up the card and carefully ripped open the envelope. Pulling out the card and reading the front, he couldn’t stop the slight tremble in his hands as he opened it.

The front had a cartoon version of himself smiling with a thumb up and it said, ‘Hope your day is special…’ and inside had the words printed, ‘because there’s no one as SUPER as you! Happy Birthday!’

Then in the blank space on the left side of the card, a handwritten message from you said:

Dear Homelander-

Happy Birthday! I know you must get a lot of gifts on your birthday, but I hope my silly little gift helps brighten up your day. You’ve seemed stressed lately and given what you do, I would be too! So, I hope this helps. Have a great birthday!

-Y/N

P.S Was seeing your face on the front too much? I thought it would be funny…if you hated it, I’m sorry but if you loved it, you’re welcome!

Homelander couldn’t help the slight snort that escaped his lips along with a ghost of a smile. Little did you know how much he loved seeing himself in things…the card was perfect.

Placing it on the counter, he turned his attention towards the present, picked it up and opened it to reveal a box. What the hell could this be? He could just use his x-ray vision to look inside without opening it…but a part of him didn’t want that.

So, slowly, he held the bottom of the box with his left palm and removed the lid with his right hand. He hated to acknowledge it, but he felt his heart rate spike as he peered inside and saw…a ball?

What the fuck?

He took out the ball and tossed the box on the counter haphazardly, realizing how light it was. A foam ball with a smiling sun printed on it? This was supposed to help relieve his stress? He blinked a few times and furrowed his eyebrows.

The fuck was he meant to do with this? Was it some weird sex thing?

He turned around to whip the stupid thing at the window wall on the other side of his apartment when Ashley walked in.

“Happy birthday-“ Ashley started saying in her usual fake chipper voice but faltered when she saw Homelander ready to chuck the ball. “Homelander…” she finished lamely as she took in the sight before her. Her eyes immediately went to the discarded gift wrap and box on the counter, her eyes lingering on the card. “What’s all this?”

Homelander put his arm down and moved to push the stuff on the counter away from her nosy gaze, ball still in hand. “None of your fucking business Ashley,” he snapped.

But Ashley kept proding.

Her face scrunched up in confusion and she saw what was in his hand. “And why do you have a stress ball?”

Hearing that, he stopped. “A what?”

Ashley hated this part of her job: explaining things to Homelander. She never knew how he was going to take these things. She had to watch her tone and wording because if she said something wrong- he would think she thought he was stupid and it would piss him off, and she very much wanted to stay alive.

“A stress ball,” she said carefully. “It’s a squishy ball that people use when they feel stressed. You squeeze it and it’s supposed to help you relax.”

Homelander looked at the ball in his hand for a few seconds before squishing and releasing it, watching as the foam slowly regained its spherical shape.

“It’s normally used by people without powers,” Ashley quickly added. She swallowed. “Because a lot of people can’t…break things with their bare hands like you can, Sir.”

He could literally feel Ashley’s annoying voice grate on his nerves and could hear her blood pressure shoot up the longer he stayed silent. Then he remembered your card: you’ve seemed stressed lately…hope this helps!

So, he squeezed the ball once. Then twice. Then once more. He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t find the act satisfying and could feel his Ashley-related anger ebb away and he could hear her blood pressure return to normal.

“Ashley?”

“Yes?”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Oh, right- yes!” Ashley shook her head and went back to business. “We have a full day ahead of us so I came to get you. We have to go to the studio first for your birthday celebration rehearsal and then we have to film your annual birthday save…”

Homelander tuned out Ashley’s droning and instead focused on the sun printed stress ball in his hand. His first ever birthday gift was a little stupid, sure, but he actually found himself liking it. Being a hero of his caliber came with a lot of stress, so for someone to consider that in giving him a gift was…thoughtful.

His eyes flickered to the card and could see your name peeking out from the flap.

“Ashley,” he interrupted her and she immediately became quiet. “Clear my schedule around noon.”

“But- Homelander,” she stuttered, “That’s the time we have to film your birthday save.”

Homelander blinked, turned his face towards her and cocked his head to the side. He stretched his mouth into an empty smile and chuckled humorlessly. “I’m, I’m sorry, but did I stutter?” He took a step towards her and saw her flinch away from him. His smile dropped as he leaned in towards her. “I said clear my fucking schedule.” He stood back upright and let out a quick sigh, turning his back to her. “I have a meeting then.”

More confused than ever, Ashley quickly pulled out her iPad and started tapping away on it, her stomach dropping to the floor at the thought of forgetting one of Homelander’s meetings. “Uh, a meeting? What meeting? I didn’t schedule any meetings for you today,” she said frantically as she cross referenced her schedules.

“You didn’t schedule this meeting Ashley,” he explained exasperatedly like she was a dumb child. “You don’t schedule everything I do.” He looked down at the stress ball in his hand again and then glanced at the card, staring at your name. “I scheduled this meeting myself.”

He thought it was time he finally stopped by the accounting department and see it for himself. After all, what kind of hero would he be if he didn’t take the time to visit a group of hardworking Vought employees?

Not a good one. And he couldn’t have that.

Not at all.

#homelander #homelander x reader #homelander fanfic #homelander fanfiction #the boys fanfic #the boys x reader #reader insert #homelander x y/n #ok look...i know he's awful BUT he's a great character #let me have this

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wri0thesley · 5 months

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Cat dad anon here: ironically by the the time you posted my response I got sick again lol funny how that works (I’m not mad btw i thought it was just funny because i forgot i sent that originally)

I would like to add to this with genshin WOMEN as cat moms.

Arlecchino is technically a cat dad literally because she has Lynette and Lyney. But also those two have snuck in many a stray into the hearth to keep as their own. Ironically enough many end up becoming hers in the classic: dad who didn’t want cat ends up being cat’s favorite. Well she sees no reason to fight it now, it makes the kids happy to have the cat even if it seems to prefer her. Rest assured that kitty will be well cared for not just because it has a bunch of orphans caring for it but because Arlecchino makes sure it only eats the most delectable of fish.

Jean is probably the one who gets a emotional support cat. A gift from Lisa perhaps? A affectionate little fluff ball that lingers around her helping her feel more at ease. Its been trained to bump her with its head whenever she gets too tense or stressed in order to indicate its time to relax and give the kitty some pets. It helps immensely as if she stays up too late the cat will simply lay ontop of her work forcing her to turn in for the night.

Another is Undoubtedly Chlorine. Awaiting her each day is a cat waiting by the door to greet her by immediately begging for food. A very loud kitty maybe a siamese as its miles more chatty than she herself is.

Ningguang possesses a common breed of cat surprisingly. Not s luxurious breed at all but rather a simple black cat. (Fun fact black cats were originally thought of as good luck) but this cat isn’t not at all poised or graceful. Infact its quite troublesome. It seems to be mischievous on purpose. If it is hungry then you will know from the sudden sounds of pottery falling. Since then most pots are reinforced to not be knockable. But the cat is a plump bastard because the staff struggled to calm it. Still even with its mischievous nature is Ningguang quite content with the creature. She sleeps with them cuddled by her as she used to cuddle cats while she lived on the streets for warmth. In fact the very cat she owns was picked out because it resembled her stray cat friend who passed long ago. Which is also why she will not even entertain the idea of replacing it and glares at anyone who suggests it. Her kitty is her respite from her stress as she can now spoil her little friend.

Beidous cats would be different. As she is a captain it actually would make sense to have cats onboard. Infact its a common. Ship cats are good for mice management but that also means they may not be as affectionate as they’re more wild like. More busy below decks stalking the mice. But beidou’s cats are a bit different. They proudly display to her their bounties so she’ll reward them with much love and affection. Plus there’s her pal kazuha who is canonically a cat magnet. Those cat lives better lives than some people!

And of course Lisa. Lisa definitely seems like she’d end up attracting other cats than actually having one of her own. Like if Kaeya has a kitty then it may find Lisa swaying it to her side with promise of quality naps and treats. Or if Jean is out on business she is the cat babysitter who will be lounging with the kitty enjoying a nice nap. Eventually she’d end up attracting a permanent cat who snuck into the library during a storm. She let the guy stay in of course but even after weeks have passed does it refuse to leave. Its more of the library’s cat but she is the librarian. She playfully gave it the title of her assistant as it likes to sit at her desk with her paperwork displayed like its actually doing buisness. It even has its own Favonious collar labeling it as a official employee of the Knights. The cat seems to Mimic Lisa alot. It follows her to greet and check on jean and play with Jean’s own kitty cat. But it doesn’t like going outside where its more noisy. It would rather nap on the sunlight coming through the window.

CAT MOMS . . . be still my heart. and oh no anon i'm sorry to hear that; i am sending you soup and hoping if you have a kitty of your own it is providing the healing snuggles and purrs that you deserve!

lisa's library cat is making me feel so soft; i adore her and the thought of walking into the library to see her snoozing behind the desk with the cats of the rest of the knights of favonius deciding she's a lovely pillow and a perfect napping spot . . . sigh.

navia definitely has a plump spoilt kitty who is dressed in the finest of clothes; she can't resist giving it a sweet treat now and then, and everyone in poisson knows that the cat with the lovely ornate collar belongs to their demoiselle and as such gives the cat a freshly caught fish or a bit of chicken or too many pets and loves!

miko is very fond of cats because they're just as tricky as she is; they tend to follow her around - but her favourite is a sleek black cat who sits, mostly, off to one side. it follows her but it doesn't want fusses or too many pets; it follows her to the shrine, to the publishing house . . . she's named it 'ei'.

#nat.txt #genshin impact posting #long post

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perseephoneee · 5 months

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Can I order hot coco with Freya Mikaelson for ficmas 2023? -shy anon

hot cocoa time (freya mikaelson x f!reader) {ficmas 2023}

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 11 of ficmas!

warnings: my music taste

a/n: i made my friend a character in this story so i hope they enjoy that. also if you haven't listened to jagged little pill what is wrong with you?? go and do that.

↳ masterlist ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist ↳ ficmas 2023

Growing up in New Orleans was a vivacious experience. Unluckily, in most other cities in the United States, you had first-hand exposure to the history of jazz, voodoo magic, and other French inspirations that didn’t exist elsewhere. Things went bump in the night, and the next day, most people didn’t remember it. In one of the less crowded areas of New Orleans, though, was a small cafe, slash bookstore, and slash record store. The owner, Louis, couldn’t decide what to open, so he did it all. You could go in, get a latte, and then parooze the various vinyls and books for sale before settling down with your new entertainment. Sometimes, even local bands would play, or authors would have Q&As for their new releases. You worked at Louis’ (aptly titled) for about a year. You loved listening to the music, getting to know the regulars, and getting an employee discount on the books you loved. People also enjoyed the various specials each season, most of them named and/or paired with books or vinyl. It was just more fun that way.

One day, as you were wiping down the counters distractedly, you were startled from your stupor by a ring of the bell on the counter. Looking up, you noticed a gorgeous blond woman in front of you. Tall, with blond waves and blue eyes the color of a raging sea. She was willowy, but when she smiled at you, it felt like you were given a gift. You realized that she asked a question.

“Sorry, long day– can you repeat that?” you asked, throwing your rag to the side.

“What is your hot cocoa special like?” she asked, a slight rasp to her tone. You looked at the sign she was glancing at, advertising the Narnia special with a copy of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis.

“It’s a traditional hot chocolate topped off with caramel and hazelnut sprinkles, kind of like some iterations of Turkish Delight,” you answer. You stuttered a bit; you were never that good at talking to attractive people.

“Like the White Witch?” she smiles. You nod, and she goes to pull out her wallet. “I’d love to get a 12oz of that then.”

“What’s a good name for the order?” you smile as you find a stray Sharpie around. Truthfully, you didn’t take names at Louis’, but you just wanted to know hers.

“Freya.” She helped you spell it out, and you wondered the origin of the name. You got right to her order, glancing up now and then to see her looking at the shelves of books or the bargain bin in the record portion of the store.

She came in every day for the next two weeks. Your co-workers knew you harbored a slight crush on her, and every time she was in, they would excitedly text you, even if it were your day off. You would find ways to return to the cafe, citing forgetting something or needing to pick up a paycheck. You would strike up a conversation with her when you could. You discussed your favorite music, books, everything. She told you she’d been away for a while and was still getting used to being home with her family. On one eventful day, you showed her one of your favorite records ever (“Jagged Little Pill is a tribute to female angst, and necessary for all women to listen to,” you told her, shoving the record in her hand.) She came back the next day to say to you that she listened to all of it, switching back and forth between wanting to cry and wanting to throw furniture around her room. Every time she came in, she ordered the same hot cocoa. One time, she came in with a very handsome man in a well-pressed suit and an aura of sophistication. Your heart sank, but you relaxed when she introduced him as her brother. Freya still ordered her usual hot cocoa, but you convinced her brother (Elijah, you learn his name is) to try a London Fog if he hasn’t already. Freya tells you later that he enjoyed the tea latte and subtly went to the store the next day to get Earl Grey tea to make his own.

“Just ask her out,” Nimm, your good friend and co-worker, chastises you one day after the morning rush. You make sure to glare at them, returning to cleaning the espresso machine. “You like her.”

“She would not go out with someone like me,” you mumble. Nimm sighs, and you can tell they’re getting ready to lecture you on the merits of self-esteem.

“You are a wonderful person, Y/N. Don’t sell yourself short,” Nimm grabs the cleaning rag from you so that you’ll pay attention. “The worst that can happen is she says no. Not life or death. You’ll survive.”

You don’t have the chance to argue more with Nimm as Freya walks in at that second. Nimm vacates immediately, leaving you alone with Freya.

“The usual?” you ask, wringing your hands nervously under the counter.

“You read my mind,” Freya chuckles, already getting out her wallet. You can feel Nimm’s stare from the back, and you turn to see them motioning for you to get on with it. You send them an unsavory gesture before Freya can notice. Freya starts to ask a question.

“How are–”

“Do you want to get coffee sometime?” you rush, your eyes widening as you register Freya’s surprised expression. It quickly morphs into a smile, though, and you wonder if it’s possible for someone as young as you to have a heart attack.

“I was waiting for you to ask,” she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and you thought you might explode in happiness. You heard vague cheering from the backroom and saw both Nimm and Louis celebrating. You gestured for Freya to wait a second as you stormed into the back and tried to beat up both of them. After many crashes, some screaming, and a few expletives, a couple of minutes later, you returned to Freya, who was trying her hardest not to die of laughter.

“Let me make your drink,” you sigh, scribbling on her cup before finishing the hot cocoa. Freya smiles as she notices that you put your number on the cup. “Meet me here tomorrow? I get off at 2 pm this time.”

“Sounds like a date,” Freya grins, walking out the door. You’re joined a second later by Nimm throwing an arm around you.

“See, that wasn’t so hard!” Nimm exclaims.

“When I murder you, I’ll make sure to make it look like an accident.”

Freya met you outside your work the next day, and despite not being dressed much differently than usual, she still took your breath away. She was like an ice princess, not because she was cold, but because she was effervescent. You walked arm in arm to a place that reminded you of her only after a couple of days of Freya coming to Louis’s. It was called Sucre Rêve, a chocolatier from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. You had made a reservation for the upstairs, where they served some of the best gourmet hot chocolate you’d ever had. Freya’s eyes were wide as saucers as she took in all the bright colors of the store, the cotton ball clouds suspended from the ceiling, and the various glittery decorations that made the place like a dreamland. You both ordered their classic coco covered in sprinkles and spent the whole experience laughing over whipped cream staches and talking about your various lives. You learned Freya was the oldest of six siblings, but two of them sadly passed away. They all lived together in the French Quarter, even though sometimes they didn’t get along. You didn’t press her for what happened to her other siblings or the family dynamic; you just appreciated her opening up. In return, you talked about your home life and shared more music recommendations for her. She had since become a vast Alanis Morisette fan, and you couldn’t blame her. You recommended Tori Amos to continue her journey into becoming a 90s rock girl.

You left the chocolatier feeling as light as a feather. The sky was dimming with the hints of a sunset, the winter months making everything go dark early. You just walked with Freya through the last remnants of the sun, enjoying the cotton candy clouds.

“Thank you for going out with me,” you said, breaking the silence.

“I would do it again,” she breathed softly. You stopped before Louis, hands in your jacket pockets as you searched for what to say. “Can I call you?”

“Always,” you answer, much quicker than what is considered excellent. Freya steps towards you, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Your breath catches in your throat as she kisses your cheek, her lips cold from the weather. “You missed,” you mutter, watching Freya’s eyebrows draw together in confusion. You lean forward, kissing her on her lips, enjoying the little gasp she lets out as you press further into her. You kiss her once on her cheek before pulling away. “Like I said, you missed.”

She grins, pulling you in for another kiss as the sun continues descending behind you, painting you both in a warm glow. And to think you finally found your perfect person over a cup of hot cocoa.

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