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cursingtoji · 8 months

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ᥫ᭡ — EXECUTIVE AFFAIRS: In a cutthroat world of boardroom battles and power struggles, you must navigate ambition , corporate intrigue, and unexpected love affairs.

✧ PRELUDE

— contents: CEO!reader, construction worker!Toji, lawyer!Nanami, therapist!Geto, ex-husband!Gojo; power imbalance, sexual frustration, manipulation, use of 'darling', 'baby', 'dear' & 'boss', 4k words, on-going series

— note: osha is the occupational safety and health administration agency in the USA, even tho i'm not american seems easier to just say osha (also a fun word to pronunce)

A young man opens the rear door of the Jaguar as soon as your driver stops by the construction site, “This way ma’am” you accept his hand, touching the cement with your stiletto first before getting out of the vehicle.

As scheduled you are heading to a meeting with the architect responsible for this particular project, a big one. Normally the CEO wouldn’t be involved in such routine visits like this, but you definitely don’t want to be like the previous CEO, who barely stepped out of his office for anything.

Besides, you have to make a good impression with the other directors that would be there today as well, and what better way to do that if not going to the construction site yourself, even though you clearly do not belong there given the way your heel wobbled as soon as it touched the uneven ground.

“Excuse me, miss” you’re stopped by a man twice your size — horizontally and almost vertically — extending a white helmet in your direction, “I’m sure that hair costed a lot and you don’t wanna cover it, but every person on site, even the ladies, ‘gotta wear it.”

You stand a bit shocked at the man addressing you like it’s not your last name on his uniform.

“Mr. Fushiguro, I should inform you that it’s your CEO you’re talking to” the boy beside you speaks up, he’s wearing a white helmet and the unknown man a yellow one.

“Great, so you are able to afford the OSHA fine if they decide today is a good day for inspection, but I’d rather not have another pointless safety training just ‘cause no one had the balls to tell you to protect your pretty ‘lil head” his expression doesn’t change a bit with the new information. You find that respectable, especially having so many people stuttering when talking to you.

If you were to say that you don’t get even a little bit amused by people being nervous in your presence Nanami would have to warn you about perjury.

It’s quite a change to have a blue collar employee sticking to the rules and not batting an eye when the highest possible authority of the company is standing right in front of him, especially when that someone looks like he just got out of a sexy construction men calendar… not that you have ever seen one of those. That’s just what you think they might look like, plus that scar only adds up to fantasy.

You clean your throat, “I appreciate your work ethic, Mr. Fushiguro” you repeat the name so you won’t forget, “I wasn’t aware of the rules” you side-look the young man beside you who’s now staring at his own feet embarrassed since it was his duty to inform you.

“Call me Toji” you take the helmet and put it on, “By the way, you’re supposed to wear trousers too and… literally anything but that” he points with his chin to your high heels thinking how that alone was a safety hazard not just on a construction site. Toji leans closer “but I’ll let it slide, ‘cause you have quite beautiful legs.”

You are left mouth agape, internally appreciating that he didn’t say that out loud — after all being sexualized when you are trying to impose respect would require you to put a show and fire the man — but also makes you question if he was straight forward with you because of his work ethics or because he does not respect you as his superior.

Not that you wouldn’t let him do disrespectful things to you, but still!

You’re taken to where the rest of the directors are, they’re easy to spot — a bunch of men in suits that clearly don’t belong to the place — surrounding a table with the blue prints. They greet you and you realize this is the first time you see all of them around a table and not sitting, poor guys must be dying for a room with AC right now.

It’s not like you belonged there either, with your tailor made beige suit that had a pencil skirt instead of the newly-discovered-necessary trousers and how-the-fuck-you-thought-that-was-a-good-idea high heels. But in your own defense you did visit a lot of construction sites when you first started at the company all those years ago and that’s much more than the white collar men in front of you can say.

The main architect starts to give you all an status of the project being interrupted by the senior engineer every few minutes, the last one clearly thinking he’s better than the first even though neither of them lifts a finger in this ground.

Your sight is drawn to the man that scolded you before, while the architect is pointing to something on top of the construction and everyone else is shielding their eyes from the sun to find it, you’re looking straight ahead to Toji who’s currently lifting an apparently very heavy sack of cement on his shoulder and taking it all across the site. God, he’s strong.

His handsome face shines with sweat, you’re sure the wife beater he has on also violates some OSHA code, but who would be crazy enough to report that? Not you for sure, the view is worth the OSHA fine.

Especially when he drops the sack with a grunt and uses the shirt to wipe his face, revealing a torso you’re sure Michelangelo would die to use as inspiration to sculpt into marble then having people saying ‘whoa that’s real art’.

You wonder if someone would scream at you for touching that piece of art.

Unfortunately you don’t expect to get caught ogling by the subject himself. So the best thing you can do is find whatever the architect is pointing to and pretend to pay attention like you should have from the beginning instead of eye fucking one of your employees.

“Hey, boss” you hear on your way out of the site and back to your cozy office where you wouldn’t get your ankle broken that easily. You turn around and see Toji catwalking his way to you.

“Technically I'm out of the hazard zone, mr. Fushiguro” you justify your lack of a helmet which you ditched a few seconds ago.

“Toji” he corrects you, taking his own helmet off “and I’m not this uptight, unlike some people here today” he mutters the last part looking behind him to some of the directors that seemed to be looking for tiny errors on the project so they could fix it and justify being there.

“Well, what can I do for you?”

“I’m pretty sure you're being robbed.”

“What?” you look around, “What do you mean?”

“You’re paying for double the stuff that’s actually being delivered” he took a sheet of folded paper out of his pants, you reach for it but he pulls it back, “I have proof and I can say names.”

“Did you say that to your field supervisor?”

“Please, who do ya think it’s signin’ under this?” he rolls his eyes.

“So you came to the CEO instead? You’re going behind some big backs here, sir.”

“Look, miss, I want a promotion, I know a lot of big shots will go down for this and I’m the only one capable of handling the people here. Besides I stand by what I said before, no one has the guts to do this so I’m taking a big risk and I deserve compensation” he hands back the paper and this time he let you take it. You stare into his deep green eyes suspiciously, the man has the looks of a fantasy villain with his sharp features and dark eyelashes, you're not entirely sure if you should believe him.

“Give your number to my assistant, we’ll schedule a meeting in the office, you tell me everything you know and I see what I can do about it.”

“In the office? Didn’t know you allowed commonores in your castle” he smirks.

“Only the pretty ones” you wink and his smile grows wider.

“How long have you known about this?” Nanami questions.

“Not even 24 hours” you sit on your white couch signing for him to take the seat in front of you.

Your lawyer does that thing you find really hot where he unbuttons the coat of his five digit worth suit before sitting down. You admire Nanami’s elegance while he roams his eyes through the paper, he has a vest between the coat and the dress shirt. Navy blue suits him so well, matches his eyes. He makes you think every man should wear vests, but of course not every man can pull it off. Honestly, you find it hard to believe there's anything Nanami can’t pull off, but you haven't seen your lawyer without a suit… ever.

Maybe he looks bad with a plain T-shirt?

No way.

Perhaps with an overall and cowboy hat?

Mmm the image makes you wanna ride something.

What about emo hair, eyeliner and a band tee?

No, you can’t imagine Kento with emo hair, no chance he had a rebellious phase except if his parents wanted him to be a surgeon and he became the best lawyer in the city just to piss them off.

“I’m glad you came to me first, but we’ll need to involve auditing and probably internal affairs. That’ll probably put the project on hold for some weeks, also I’ll need more evidence than this” he shook the one paper sheet that was merely a quotation of supplies even you could understand is way too much for a single building.

“I got the guy for that, say the word and Yuuta will arrange a meeting” you pointed to your assistant sitting outside.

“Tell me, dear” he put the sheet aside, taking that posture that intimidated you a bit, “A blue collar worker just saw your pretty self on the site and handed criminal evidence? Just like that?”

You open your mouth, thinking what to say that won’t sound like you are being taken advantage of, and failing.

“Oh darling” he says a bit too condescendingly for someone that technically works for you, “Thought I told you about being too naive” he leans on the couch, making himself comfortable like you’re about to have The Talk.

“Kento, is not like that” you cross your arms defensively, “He said he wants a promotion, how risky that would be?”

“Thought you would say that” he takes his phone and hands it to you, “So I did my own little research.”

“What’s this?” you find yourself looking at a picture of the man you met yesterday.

Only now you could see tiny numbers behind him indicating his height and he held a plaque with his name. He looks way younger, still very handsome, you wonder how popular he used to be in his youth, with a face like that and the implication he was arrested was enough to make every girl’s bad-boy-dream come true.

“What was he accused of?” you ask out of curiosity.

“Not relevant, also sealed records” he breaks eye contact and that’s enough for you to understand he actually knows it and he did not get this information by any legal means.

“So what? The man got a bit of trouble with the law when he was young” you shrug, remembering even your ex husband had a little rich boy “criminal” file, if you can even call the dumb shit he did outta spite for his parents an actual crime.

“HR will find out about this, then you’re going to have to justify why you’re recommending a filled man for a managing position.”

“And I’ll tell them he actually found out about a theft scheme and whatever public-pissing crime he did will surely be overlooked.”

“Darling, you have to start thinking about your image, we’ve been through that before” he tilts his head.

“You don’t like my image?” you question playfully twirling your hair, Nanami smiles for a brief second.

“You know what I mean: your image towards the board, you barely made the votes necessary to be where you are today.”

Indeed, you owned the company and no one could take that away, but the CEO position needed to be voted and you only got the necessary votes because your ex-husband had the strongest voting rights and part of the divorce agreement was that he voted for you, so his, plus a few more other members of the board's votes and you made chief executive officer.

“Fine, then write a contract, he tells everything including testify if he has to in exchange of the supervisor position and I’ll pitch it to the board before any decisions are made” you uncross your arms raising from your seat.

Bringing the board into the conversation made you nervous, most of them don't like you and you’ve been trying to prove yourself for months. Even though you worked your ass off way before marrying the owner all they saw was a hurt ex-wife making pretend.

“Atta girl” Nanami raises too, buttoning his coat back and placing his hands on your tense shoulders. Nanami smells like what you think it should be every handsome lawyer's trademark scent, cause damn that smell would make you sign anything he gives you.

“Don’t worry much, you’re doing great” he presses a bit and you melt.

“Take me out to lunch?” you pout.

“I would love to” he lets go of your shoulder, “Unfortunately I have a hearing, but I'll be back for that meeting soon, okay?”

You sigh in defeat, getting even a few minutes of Nanami’s time for yourself is as hard as it can get, only a corruption scheme to get him to come to your office in such short notice.

“Ma’am” Yuuta says from the speakerphone, “Your ex-husband is calling” you groan, throwing your head back.

Of course he would want to interrupt your moment with Nanami.

“I can get you a restriction order” your lawyer offers jokily (or not).

Aside from being the company's lawyer, Nanami Kento was also your divorce attorney, which you managed to get only after agreeing to give him your company's account if he managed to land you the CEO position. Like everything in this merciless corporate world, it was give and take, you got what you wanted – not surprisingly so, afterall Nanami, even though is not a divorce specialist, is the best. Still, you like to think of him being more than another contractor of yours.

“I appreciate the offering” you smile tiredly, Nanami kisses your hand like the gentleman he is before leaving your office, “Yuuta, I’ll take him– it. I’ll take the call” you sit back behind your desk massaging your temple “Put him through.”

“Hello, beautiful” he greets over the speakerphone in that always so cheerful tone.

“Satoru, what do you want?”

“No chit-chat? It’s the least you could do for me after I gave you the company” entitled as always…

“You didn’t give it to me, you gave it up for the rest of your assets” you remind, already sick of this same discussion over and over.

When the divorce was officially on the table you told Kento exactly what you wanted: the company. The one thing you knew your ex husband would hate to lose, but also didn’t love as much as his lifestyle – which would be brutally affected if you decided to go for the 50% you were entitled to.

So through a carefully written agreement you accepted way less than you were owed in the form of full ownership of the respected construction company and title of chief executive officer.

“Six of one, half a dozen of the other. How have you been?”

“Fine. Just tell me what you want, I actually take this job seriously and have important things to do.”

Oh god, he would tease you so bad if he knew about the corruption scheme, and the worst part is that, eventually, he will know. Gojo has ears everywhere around here.

“Nanami” he says simply. You start to look around your office, wondering if he has cameras there.

“You… want… Nanami?”

“Yes, beautiful” he confirms slowly like he's talking to a kid that has just learned the alphabet.

“Why? You know what? Nevermind, I don't want to know. No, you can’t have him” you lean on your chair, denying Gojo gives you great satisfaction.

“It’s not for any bullshit reason, alright?”

“I don’t care, Satoru. Besides, I don’t own Kento, you can approach him anytime” you smile knowing he would never be able to do that without you.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” condescension drips from your phone and onto your desk, “He won’t represent me even if I run for president.”

“So you need legal representation? You’re not calling me from jail, are you Satoru?” you mirror his condescending tone, surely he can hear the smile in your voice.

“Thought you didn't care, or would you bail me out? Oh wait, I forgot, you don’t have the money for that” he laughs, arguing was never a thing with him, he would mock you and find a way to make you doubt your accusations. Gaslighting is it? “I’ll give it a shot, just so you know, but this is a great opportunity for you to ask something in return.”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

“Think about it, baby, I’m sure there's plenty of things I can do for you” his tone is lower, more seductive.

“Doubt it” you roll your eyes hearing his chuckle.

“Yeah? When was the last time you had–”

You hang up.

Then sigh loudly and press the button to talk to Yuuta.

“Yes, ma’am?” you scrunch your nose, still not used to being called that, Nanami said you should let your sweet assistant call you ma'am or madam at least in front of others since you could use the recognition of your authority.

“Please put Geto on the line.”

“Certainly” you wait, stepping out of your heels and digging your toes on the fluff carpet under the table.

“Hi, doc” you salute your psychologist.

“Sugar, I told you there’s no need to address me like that, hurts my feelings” his honeyed voice is everything you need to hear in such stressful times.

“It does? Maybe you should see a therapist to talk about that, I have a great recommendation” you can’t help but smile like a little girl when talking to him, being playful is a way to cope with your harmless crush.

“Just great?”

“He’s the best, I can assure you” he laughs, “Do you have a few minutes?”

“For you, absolutely” your face warms up then you remember the subject of the call and cools down again.

“It’s Satoru.”

‘It’s always Satoru’ Geto thinks.

“He just called wanting something, I told him no and he made that same old joke about me not having money” you huffed.

“And how do you feel about that?”

“Helpless? I don't know, he must think I’m poor now or something” which is ridiculous, you’re not nearly close to his patrimony as you used to when you were married but what you have is still fuckload more than what it takes to be considered poor.

“He’s trying to remind you of what you lost when you left him, this is just another manipulation technique, my love. Don’t let him get in your head” you need this as a mantra to hear every time your ex-husband calls, “Did he bring up sex this time?”

“No, but he was about to.”

“And what did you say?”

“Hanged up” you hear him snorting.

“Well, that can work on the phone, but what if you were talking face to face? What would you have done?”

Geto knows a lot about you. Obviously since you pay him to listen while you ramble and complain. Still, feels overwhelming having someone recalling your previous actions, especially the ones you're not exactly proud of.

“Tell him to shut up, throw a stapler on him, call security, threaten him with a restriction order.”

“Would you really?” Geto likes to take a joke you make and dig on that.

“Well, probably not the last two…”

“Have you been looking up restriction orders?”

“No, that was a joke my lawyer made early. A restriction order would be too… bureaucratic? Also unnecessary, afterall Satoru he never physically hurt me or threatened to.”

“That would be a good way of making him leave you alone for a while since you're not able to fully detach from him” you sat up.

“That's not true! I’ve been doing everything by myself lately, don't even have time to think about him! I’m detached, doc.”

“Wanna know what I think you would have done if he made that sexual comment face to face with you?” you gulp and Geto takes your silence as consent to continue, “I think you would let him go forward with it.”

You make an offended sound but don't fight his statement, “And what would happen next?” he tones the question like a professor trying to make the class complete a sentence, you keep your head down and mouth shut, “You would’ve let him sweet talk you into sleeping with him again.”

“You don't know that” you murmur.

“It’s a pattern, love. This is how abusive husbands keep their wives from leaving them or even telling anyone about the abuse. They use sex to make them think how good it is to be with them despite everything else.”

“Satoru was not abusive.” you defend your ex-husband firmly, “And I already left him!” you defend yourself less firmly.

“And he still thinks he can have you back! You know why?”

“Because I’m a catch that he shouldn’t have cheated?” Geto stays quiet for a few seconds and you feel a lump in your throat forming. The comment was supposed to sound more like a joke but you're still too hurt for that , clearly.

“That as well, but you really think he regrets it?”

“He seemed pretty sorry in the divorce mediation” you murmur recalling his lost-puppy expression.

“The meeting where he signed a paper that would make him lose his company and his wife? Gee I wonder why” the little sarcastic remark made you smile and shake your head, your psychologist using sarcasm against you is quite funny, “My point is, if you really want to be independent from him you ‘gotta stop letting yourself be attracted back like a magnet” you let his words sink in hearing some papers being ruffled on his side.

“I’m giving you homework.”

“Oh no…”

“Find your sexuality by yourself, you can watch porn, masturbate or even better: have sex with someone. Anyone but Satoru, because right now that’s what he’s using to control you.”

“Geto, I don’t know about this. Porn is too gross, masturbation is too ineffective and sex is too…” you trail off.

“Vulnerable?” he completes.

“I guess…”

“It’s been a few months since you last slept with Satoru, right? What’re you feeling?”

“What do you mean?” you rub your face.

“You know what I mean” he's strict and you let out a long sigh.

“I feel frustrated, sometimes stressed and distracted” all caused by the men you have to deal with including the handsome psychologist putting some sense in you. Not exactly what you wanted him to put in, but oh well…

“Exactly, in your current state it’s only a matter of time until you end up on his bed. You gotta decide if you are willing to: find porn that is not gross, masturbate more effectively or let yourself relax and be vulnerable.”

Is easy to like Geto Suguru, he’s handsome, has a sweet voice, he listens without interrupting (manterrupting is a big no-no for this job thankfully). Though sometimes it’s easy to hate him too, you have to remember he's saying what you need to hear not what you want to, even if your ears could use some tickling from time to time.

“Still with me?” he asks after you remain quiet.

“Yes, doc” he says your name in a warning tone, “Sorry, Suguru.”

“All good for our appointment next week?”

“Hm” your thoughts go to the newly found out corruption scheme that will need your attention the following days, “I’ll ask Yuuta to confirm with your secretary alright?”

“Whatever works best for you, love.”

“Bye, Suguru.”

“Don’t forget your homework.”

🏷️ @rinntvrou @sakurasimppp @sad-darksoul — to be tagged in future works of this series please comment “@ me” in this post.

note: i’m not sure if tickle the ears is a known term worldwide but means “saying or suggesting things to please even if untrue”. also i have some big plans for kinktober so next chapter might take a little while to be posted, let me know your thoughts <3

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo x reader #toji x reader #geto x reader #nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk series #jjk x you

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holylulusworld · 11 months

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Big girls don't cry - Prologue

Summary: You are no stranger to heartbreak.

Pairing: CEO!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, strong reader, mentions of former heartbreak, fluff

Rating: Teen

Square 4 filled for @marvelfluffbingo (expired): Pillow forts

Square 10 filled for @warmandfluffybingocards: Build a pillow fort

Big girls don’t cry masterlist

The first time a boy broke your heart was at the age of six.

He only played with you to get free cupcakes and cookies at one of your grandmother’s bakeries.

You caught him kissing another girl’s cheek. He just shrugged and said that you are chubby and scare him.

You shrugged, called him out, and shoved him. That little shit landed on his ass, in a puddle. His pants were soaked, and he ran home, crying like a baby.

The second time a boy broke your heart was harder.

You were twelve and he was your first crush. He liked hanging out with you and gave you your first kiss.

But when your classmates asked if you are his girlfriend, he said you’re just the fat girl helping him with his homework. Not even a friend.

This time, you shoved the bastard against a wall, sized him up, and called him a dipshit. Before you walked away like a queen, not a girl with a broken heart.

You didn’t cry. Not in front of him or your nosy classmates. The first teardrop fell the moment the door of your room closed behind you. You called in sick and built a pillow fort to hide from the world.

The next time a boy broke your heart you were prepared. You knew something was wrong when he started to text you less. One of his dick head friends made a stupid comment and the next moment your boyfriend decided you are not the girl he wants to take to prom.

You kicked his balls, making him cry. And later, you remodeled his car with a baseball bat when you caught him in the backseat with some other girl.

People said you should try anger management. You said people should stop judging others by their size and cheating on their partners.

After that, you stayed on your own for a while. No man got the chance to break your heart until you met a blue-eyed hunk sweeping you off of you your feet. Literally.

He ran you over on his way to a meeting. Steven Grant Rogers. Your hero in an expensive suit wanted to pick you up.

He didn’t care that you told him you’re too heavy or, that you can get back up on your own. Steve insisted on helping you up and carrying you toward the nearby bench. You protested but he canceled his meeting and invited you for dinner to make things up to you.

That’s how you ended with a broken heart yet again.

Now, ...

“Baby doll, I gotta go,” Steve whispered in your ear. He pressed a soft kiss to your ear shell as you wrapped your arms around him. “I’ll be back in a week and have all the time in the world for my girl.”

“It’s alright,” you mumbled. “Dad wants me to check on the newest store. The baker is not good.” You sighed. “If only I wasn’t the best baker in town.”

“In the state.”

“Last time you said in the world.” You lifted your head to look at Steve. “Did you find a better baker yet?”

He grinned. “Of course not, baby doll.” Steve hastily said. “I’m not much of a cake eater, but I love your cookies, cupcakes, and muffins.”

“I hope you don’t compliment my food to get me in your bed, Sir,” you joked. “You know, I’m not the kind of girl to forgive you if you insult my cake!”

“I know how to make things up to my girl,” he purred in your ear. “I’ll be so good to you when I’m back from my business trip. I promise to have more time for you from now on. I just need to…”

“Take over another company?” you teased. “You’re like a vampire, sucking an already weak victim dry.”

“That’s not how we do business. You know that.”

“Steve, you and your partners buy companies and fire people all the time.”

“I save companies in trouble.”

“Let’s not fight,” you stopped the discussion before it got out of hand. You don’t like Steve’s job, or the fact that he buys companies that are in trouble. “We have different opinions about this, but you’re a good man, and I know you only fire people to save the company.”

“Come here.” Steve wrapped his arms around you to grope your plump ass. “That’s my girl.” He purred. “I can’t wait to come back to you.”

>> Part 1

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#steve rogers x plus size reader #steve rogers fanfiction #warmandfluffybingo #steve rogers x you #ceo!steve rogers #ceo!steve rogers x you #plussized reader

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sashi-ya · 11 months

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𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

⭒ pairing: shanks x f! reader. R 18+ ⭒ requested by @thestrawberryshinigami ⭒ inspired on the song: 𝄞 Dress by Taylor Swift 𝄞 ⭒ tw: MDNI. maybe a little bit angsty. cheating. aphrodisiacs. fingering. vag. oral. sex in elevator| wc: 2k ⭒ masterlist a song + a character event

“We can’t let this happen again, (Name).-” he says, putting back his suit. Troubled.

His red hair, a little wet from sweating, falls so beautifully over his caramel skinned face. The scars on his left eye always look so attractive at night.

“Shanks… but, I-“ you murmur, fixing the strap of your beautiful crimson dress.

Your hair looks messy, and you wonder why you had it done before the party if you were to get in bed with him.

His strong manly hand reaches for yours; he helps you stand up from the bed of that hotel room kilometres away from home. He has left your city a while ago, but you worked together. Him, the CEO of a company he always wanted to create; You, the boss of your city’s subsidiary. Still, both, best friends since school days.

“They will be waiting for us, come on” he whispers. His grip is delicate, and yet still dominant. The façade in which he is a serious entrepreneur feels so fake to you. Shanks is to you, a free, playful boy. Kinda addicted to alcohol, too.

You nod; looking at the floor with eyes on fire looking for tears to cool them down. His index, reaching for your chin, lifts it up. Gazes meeting, it’s hard for him to process what just happened in between you two.

As you stand up, in silence, you take some air. You need to tell him the truth. None of this has been a coincidence, but a consequence of your forever crush with him.

“Shanks, I… I don’t want to be your bes-“ you say, as he walks out the door of that messy room. But his phone chimes loudly, and there is no point in keep on talking now.

You walk outside too, following him from behind. Your heels are a pain to walk in, specially because your legs have been left trembling. He did it to you. When he used his fingers inside you, when he devoured you. And the way his grunts still sound in your head.

The hall of the third floor seems to disappear and the only thing you can see, is the wide back of the man you love wearing that formal attire… if they only knew how dirty we were when we were kids…

Shanks turns around when he finally stop talking on the phone. His fiancée, a woman you know he never loved, asked him about his day.

“Hey, come on” he stretches his arm towards you.

You give him a soft smile; a painful smile. “Yes… Sorry I am not… I’m coming” you murmur, taking a closer look at the commissure of his lips before getting into the elevator.

When you two get inside, and the air feels low. You take your thumb to his lips. Dragging it over them, he widens his beautiful red eyes. “Wh- what is it?” he stutters, grabbing your wrist with strength.

“You had lipstick marks…” you sigh, swinging your hand to make him let go of your arm and turn around.

Some seconds, or perhaps even less, separate your actions from his.

Shanks, so irresistibly, passes his arm around your waist from behind. His body pressed against yours, your back on his chest, your ass on his lap. His nose buried in your neck, inhaling your scent as if it was the last time.

“I didn’t mean for this to be this way” he whispers in pain, resting his body weight on your back.

“I didn’t mean for this to be this way, either…” you lie. And you don’t. Because even if you could feel he made love to you, he is marrying another woman anyway.

The 2 turns to 1 in the elevator display, so he lets go. But you felt as if he didn’t want it to.

A luxurious gathering explodes in your faces. Shanks sake company have become very popular, expanding to almost every country in the world. Things have changed since the very first time.

As you walk by his side, people nod and smile at you two. They are all hungry to become closer to you. Everybody knows you two are best friends; but nobody knows how much you love him. Much less, what has just happened a few floors above the party.

While he is trapped by investors and influential people, you decide to walk to your table. The refined music of a live orchestra only sounds like buzzing sounds in your head. Your skin still feels warm from sex, and you could swear your cheeks show a certain glow too.

Your colleagues salute you, but as soon as they start chatting and blabbering about work, you can’t keep up with their conversation. Instead, your eyes can only fix on the image of your red-haired lover, friend, boss?

Soon the food arrives, and you simply focus on it -even if you can’t eat a single piece of it-. But, the wine does enter into your system as if it was a sacred elixir in which you depend not to lose your head.

But your eyes, they keep looking for his gaze. Because he has left his arms marked into your body, and there is nothing that could erase the feeling. Like a tattoo, his kisses on your neck and the rest of your body have been left.

The maître offers you yet another cup. And whenever he does, you notice Shanks burning stare from the main table, looking at you. It feels like paralyzing, like a strong force making you weak.

Taking the risk, however, of becoming as drunk as a pirate, you take one, two, three cups of that red, strong beverage. Like acrid blood meaning to soothe the need to stand up and kiss his lips endlessly into the night, ignoring the rest of the people.

Your colleagues have noticed. His too. Who cares right now, if the songs have become slower and sexier, and the lights around have tinted everything in crimson hues.

The presentation of a new product is about to start, and as Shanks stands up, he walks to the scenery fixing the red tie he used to tie your wrists earlier.

He speaks on the microphone, like a showman. Charismatic and handsome, even making straight men to doubt about his sexualities.

The new product, a sake infused with several spices, ginseng, and strawberries, presented like the ultimate aphrodisiac for refined clients. The name, a total surprise, is about to be revealed…

“ We have worked a lot with one of my most adored colleagues to develop this amazing new product that you all will be able to enjoy briefly. I wanna thank her, and what better way to do so than naming the product after her…” he says, lifting the cup on the hand that surrounded your neck a few hours ago.

You widen your eyes, receiving the cup in your hand for you to cheer. “Say my name and I won’t be able to hold back…” you think, with lips separated and your eyes fixed on his.

“The name of this sexy bottle will be… [RED (Name)]! Thank you so much for collaboration, my dear… best friend and colleague. Cheers to you. Applause, please!” he chimes, so immorally, playing with the strings of your hearts and the innocence of everyone around.

Your colleagues make you stand up, as they proudly clap to your figure. They all taste the honeys of your work with him, they all claim is the best cup of alcohol his tongue have tasted.

Your legs feel like dropping. Your eyes trying not to burst. The lights messing with your head. A stare that pleads in pain for him to be at least a little merciful with your heart.

The whispering commentaries, that soon reach your ears, make you wanna run away.

“Her dress is as red as the whole bottle” … yes, and I bought it just for him to take it off me. “Do you think she is indeed Shanks best friend?” … you are right, I am not. “She must be fucking him…” “but he has a fiancee!” “So what?”

Yes… so what?

When the focus finally leaves your body, you sit back down. You chug yet another cup, and then another one. Wine, your special sake, champagne too.

You watch Shanks so nonchalantly go back to his seat, surrounded yet for even more investors. He maintains a façade that feels so fake and yet so real at the same time. Many women surround him, they all clearly flirt with him. And it’s almost impossible to see him now, as their bodies cover his image.

And you can’t take it no more. No more, please… You stand up and leave the party. You can’t handle it no more, so many fake smiles, the stare of the people after your name has been revealed to be the name of his new product. Am I a simple name, Shanks? A sexy inspiration?

The elevator arrives, and you enter. Quick enough so nobody else could get in, repeatedly touching the number three so that the door would close faster.

But just like a hurtful metaphor of the love that won’t leave you alone, a hand stops the doors from closing.

“(Name)…” Shanks says, entering into the elevator and letting the doors to finally close behind him.

“Leave me alone. I don’t want to be in the party no more. Please, go back. They will suspect…” you try to sound convincing, even if your heart would only wish for him to stay.

But your words got cut, by the lips of that man crashing against yours. Your back, hitting the mirrored wall behind you, his overpowering body on yours, your hands pinned over your head.

“I am sorry” he barely mumbles, so that he is quickly back at your lips. Lips infused by the special wine that holds your name. And a name, he wants to repeat so many times while he is buried deep inside.

“No- Shanks… the elevator” you try to warn, muzzled by his insatiable mouth.

He shakes his head, quickly turning around to push the STOP button. Everything tremors, the lights flicker around you and the red emergency light now tints you two in gloomy ambience.

The high cut of the skirt of your dress seems a good place for him to slip his hand, until reaching the thin string of your panties. He pulls them down, exposing a throbbing core that instantly pleads for his intrusion.

“God, this dress looks so good on you” he sighs, as he slides his index inside you. His mouth pulls down the cleavage exposing your breasts so that he could devour them.

You moan, with the back of your head hitting the mirror behind. “I only bought this dress for you to take it off, Shanks… take it off”

Shanks grunts, he can’t take it no more. He doesn’t care, he doesn’t give a fuck about the world but to be inside of you.

He lets go of you and take his fingers to your mouth. “Taste yourself, this is why I named the sake after you… cause I knew you would be this delicious”

You sigh, the air in your lungs isn’t enough, nor around the place. You simply let the straps of your dress to fall down the ground, while a soft chime of some kind of alarm mix in between your panting.

Shanks lowers his zipper down, exposing, one more time the sex that’s been so many times in your fantasies. It’s yet again so hard, so tempting…

You lift his white shirt up, so that your eyes can get drunk on the image of his bronzed skin abs. Your palm feeling the warmth of his flesh; he is so hot; he burns in desire… a desire so unstoppable for you.

Once again, after maybe a few pumps to get ready, he pushes you back. Guiding his sex into you, and then lifting your leg up enough to be able to get so deep inside of your walls.

Clenching to his shaft, your insides spasms, milking him so violently. You take each and every single of his thrusts, carving your nails on his shoulders. Your tongues playing lustfully in and out of your mouths, with strings of saliva coating everything around your lips.

Shanks fucks so dominantly, beating down, subduing your will to his insatiable hips and desires. You let him use your body as a personal fleshlight, because you can’t say no to his needs.

It’s a matter of minutes, or maybe less, for your climax to arrive. Pleading for mercy, your eyes become watery as the peak point hits you. But there is no mercy in his stare, the more you ask him to stop, the more he will go rougher.

“Sha-shanks… I’m… coming… please no more…” “No more? We still have all night long… I am addicted to you; remember why I named my sake after you”

After all, both let it happen again…

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askew-d · 5 months

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YIZHAN FIC REC LIST

— if you just got into the fandom, you might know switched, yizhan or yizhan through the years, so let’s go through other stuff! we’re gonna take another ride. also, if you care about this, green will be for bjyx dynamic, red will be for zsww and blue will be for lsfy. from my point of view, ofc. orange will be for the not specified, couldn’t grasp. let’s go.

• where else but home, by purplemoster — fluff story where wang yibo accidentally returns home to xiao zhan every time. super sweet read!

• ⭐️ cool boy gets a life, by saezutte — xiao zhan’s a writer and his character, cool buy wang yibo, gains life. it’s wonderful, i want a cool boy for myself. who wrote this did an awesome job.

• ⭐️ i’m not as good as you think (or as bad as they say), by ilyria — aaahh, what a gorgeous story! basically, xiao zhan becomes yibo manager and the idol, well, falls in love. there’s a sequel!

• follow shot, by cataclysms — cameraman wang yibo freaks out about idol xiao zhan. because, come on, it’s xiao zhan! we get you, boy. beautiful.

• xiao zhan’s graphic design playbook, by augmenti — this one’s absolutely gold! fantastic. xiao zhan as graphic designer and yibo as someone who thinks his prices are too small. sexual tension ensues.

• caffeine addictions and brain malfunctions, by little_passions — if you want a coffeeshop yizhan au, here’s your to-go! cute!

• query: cardiac, by iluvnaruto1412 — our radiographer technician wang yibo discovers that doctor xiao’s a hottie. there’s a whole series that’s outstanding, don’t mind the mcd in the last part, you’ll understand as you read.

• an ode to love, by spoonful_of_sugar — sappy reminiscent of their story. truly so fluffy i had toothaches the entire read.

• ⭐️ one feline war for love, by ilyria —a fierce cat becomes a human after xiao zhan saves him, and this human wants xiao zhan all for himself. so very good, i died and resuscitated. worth it.

• chef’s kiss, by jalpari — chef xiao zhan in day day for an episode and becomes enemies with wang yibo. but for a short time. love this development for them!! so well done.

• ⭐️ this is what they say, by xiaoyibao (a_storm_of_frustrations) — yibo thinks xiao zhan’s breaking up when the man’s actually trying to get married to him. comic, lovely, poetic!

• set me into motion, by deinde — backup dancers wang yibo and xiao zhan being whipped towards one another. an angel wrote this.

• ⭐️ finding yibo, by vesna (mrsronweasley) — kidfic where yibo transforms into a young version of himself and xiao zhan takes care of him. i’m losing my head. it’s great!

• ⭐️🎖️never close our eyes, series by thirtysixsavefiles — catboy wang yibo and kinda batman xiao zhan. perfect through every part. i’m flabbergasted.

• 119 my cat is struck, by serendiiii — fireman yibo, cat owner xiao zhan, you can have my heart! adorable!

• a spot of light, by akatsukishin — this is for everyone who loves a drama! delivery boy xiao zhan and successful ceo wang yibo.

• a story of others to tell, by deinde — this author has some seriously good plots. in this one, yibo pines enough to end up in cql world. extra nice!

• cut to the feeling, by vesna (mrsronweasley) — drama pa and the huge star xiao zhan. is there anything better?

• love thy neighbour, by jalpari — single dad xiao zhan and neighbour who becomes babysitter wang yibo. marvellous!

• ‘cos you make me feel electric, by chajatta — fansite xiao zhan loves his inspiration, wang-laoshi from uniq. i love this for them, genuinely.

• ⭐️🎖️ world of cultivation, by eggo — yibo and xiao zhan meet each other through a game; well, not only. hilarious! chaotic! romantic! perfect!

• gravitating towards you, by bittersweetirony — high school au with student council president xiao zhan and sports freak wang yibo, we all know we needed it.

• 181.3 cm high, by eleven14 — wang yibo wakes up high in anaesthesia. you might imagine what comes after. excellent!

• ⭐️ we are made to love, by jalpari — xiao zhan writes columns receives one letter questioning on love. aah, so poetic! definitely worth every second.

• no path better than our own, by athousandfaces — harry potter au! we’re lucky to have this gorgeous story. i had a lot of fun reading it.

• my future in your laugh, by timelykey — doctor xiao zhan falling in love with overworked wang yibo. wow, what a journey, you’re losing it if you haven’t read it yet.

• love in the time of coding, by thevoiryflute — a hacker au for yibo fits him so much, i don’t know why. just know that this perfectly-written story caused butterflies in my stomach.

• summer surf shop, by anonymous — yibo goes to a variety show and gets much more than he imagined. absolutely gold.

• pick me, pick me up, by domeneec — wrong number au for yizhan, we need it. and it’s so well-written too.

• escape velocity, redefined, by thirtysixsavefiles — i have to admit that this au of pirating away together with royalty made me suspicious at first. but after i read it, it’s so goddamn brilliant.

• 缘分 | (yuánfèn), by fyredancer — royalty au, give me more yizhan royalty. good writing, good development, good plot, had a good time reading it.

• signal fire, series by fireflavoredwhiskey — spiderman yibo! spiderman yibo! spiderman yibo! spiderman yibo! if he knew about that, he’d be happy to know that in an universe he gets to be his favorite superhero.

• ⭐️ the magic position, by sophiahelix — just a sweet, short story with yizhan being cute together and it melts my heart away every time.

• ⭐️🎖️ with joy and purpose, by feenwitch — android wang yibo living alone in a planet until xiao zhan crashes his plane there. it’s just perfect. and the writing’s wonderful.

• perfect match, by sandorara — personal ai for xiao zhan turns out to be more than he expected. gorgeous wang yibo affecting xiao-laoshi and changing his course of life. incredible!

• 🎖️ their kindred encounters, by fireflavoredwhiskey — can i have this printed, please? actually, i think there might have. it’s a the age of adeline au, xiao zhan doesn’t get old. melancholic in the ideal dosage. angst. comfort. everything.

• the ruby ox and the golden boy, series by aces_low — a mafia au that attracted me. i’m usually not into these kind of aus but aah this one… it’s unique.

• ⭐️ half is loss, half is gain, by yin_chi — celebrity xiao zhan needs a bodyguard and guess who it is? well, yeah, this story’s a blessing upon us here. i couldn’t stop reading once i began, just warning y’all. addictive, i want more.

• ⭐️🎖️ between holocenes, by fireflavoredwhiskey — this author broke the heart of so many people by just vanishing from the fandom, but ah how greatly they write and how extraordinary their works are. this is a the time traveler’s wife au and it rocks.

• fixtures and fittings, by ella_minnow — interior designer xiao zhan and motorcyclist wang yibo! believe me when i said i screamed during the development of their relationship.

• ⭐️ 为战而爱, series by anonymous — bits of sdc moments with established relationship yizhan, the works are seriously stunning.

• what i could do (if i didn’t love you), by trestle — one-night stand au with architect xiao zhan. seriously really good through and through.

• ⭐️ hand in glove, by pessoa — brat yibo; you have my heart. the development in this work’s crazy, it’s a whole rollercoaster of feelings. neighbours au!

• say you love me (again and again), by lanwuxiann — sweet story of yizhan growing up together and loving each other through every step of the way. hella soft!

• ⭐️ four of hearts (l-o-v-e me zhan-ge), by eleven14 — yibo being silly to win over xiao zhan’s heart, and of course, it works. short, but very funny and lovely.

• a head’s up, by madfilaments — xiao zhan arrives at sdc without giving a head’s up and yibo’s frustrated. a pretty satisfying thing to read. awesome.!

• 7 reasons to support your local cat café, by buttstrife — host wang yibo, cat café owner xiao zhan, a romance for the history books. they’re so very lovable.

• ⭐️ the bravest man i ever knew, by biscuitpoo — another hogwarts au! this time, xiao zhan’s a bit more slytherin-like, and it’s a whole show.

• ⭐️🎖️ so happy you could come; so happy to be here, by alex_mtg — a masterpiece! betrothed yizhan with royalty and the uniq boys and this sweet development of their relationship. just amazing! :)

• ⭐️ threads, by planet_b612 — a sherlock and watson au! it’s phenomenal! in fact, this author has only good works, so it’s definitely worthy to check out.

since i’m doing this already, might as well recommend some of my own stories, so i’ll be adding the ones i favour (sssh):

• half a bottle is enough — yizhan fight and xiao zhan gets home carrying a cardboard wang yibo. just some silly boyfriendos!

• falling; never broken — yibo has bulimia (please, be aware of the trigger warnings) and xiao zhan’s a doctor who helps him.

• a best friend and a lover — xiao zhan goes on different dates with different versions of wang yibo to look for a ‘type’. they’re both stupidly in love, your honour.

• darling you, play it cool — yizhan bodyswap au where only wang yibo’s famous though. i wrote this in 2023 and i’m the most proud of it.

• sleep tight until the moonlight — yizhan enemies to lovers where both of them spend their time being radio hosts in university :)

• whispering through dusty aisles — my au where xiao zhan’s a literary deity and yibo’s still famous, they meet occasionally and sparks fly. it’s my most poetic creation.

everyone, please remember this is my opinion! of course, there a lot of other works — famous or not — who aren’t in here. if you want to check out more recs of mine, see my bookmarks! thank you :)

#yizhan fic #yizhan #bjyx #bjyxszd #bjyx fanfic #yizhan fanfic #yizhan fic rec #the untamed #cql #wang yibo #xiao zhan #zsww #lsfy #bjyx fic rec

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katiesbowlcut · 5 months

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VICTORIA NEUMAN X ASSISTANT!READER

format: blurb

warnings: nsfw content at the end

word count: 700+

not proofread! y/n used!

- the second you came in for your interview she pretty much decided she was hiring you LMAO

- now i’m not saying she only hired you because of her crush, because your resume genuinely caught her eye, but i’m also not saying it had nothing to do with it 🤷‍♀️

- she definitely asks you to do things she could easily do just as an excuse to see you

- “y/n! can you come here please?”

- “can you pick up this pen i dropped please? i’ve got suchhh a bad back” she’s so dramatic i love her

- you honestly think she’s just being a bitch and she’s messing with you

- that is until one day she comes to you in the morning, saying today she only has one task for you

- “will you eat lunch with me?” and she has the dorkiest smile of all time on her face

- lunch together becomes a regular thing, going from talking about your favourite tv shows to her telling you about her daughter zoe

- she’s so sad when you eventually tell her you thought she was just like every person you’ve ever worked for, just messing with you for the fun of it

- “no no never! i could never do that, especially not to you” OOOOOO it’s blush city for you both

- things are going great! you love your job. that is until something changes, and victoria randomly stops asking you to do things for her

- i mean you’re her assistant, shouldn’t you be getting her coffee? shouldn’t you be organising her files? shouldn’t you be having lunch with her and not hughie?

- to say this has you down is an understatement, you can’t seem to understand why she has randomly shut you out

- it’s not like she’s not speaking to you, she’s still asking you to do things but they’re all tasks that require you to be away from her. you haven’t even been in her office for nearly two weeks now

- after your hurt builds and builds, you can’t hold it in anymore. you storm into her office demanding to know why she’s avoiding you

- she plays it dumb at first but she knows what she’s been doing so she fesses up

- “fuck… i’m sorry, so sorry. it’s not you i promise, it’s me. i- i like you, okay? like a lot and i know it sounds stupid and i know it’s sooo inappropriate because you’re my assist-“ SILENCED BY A KISS WOOOO

- you’re discrete about it at first, sneaking around and making out in the bathroom stalls like you’re high schoolers

- her bringing you lunch everyday<3

- she so leaves post-it notes on her desk with cute lil messages whenever she has to leave for meetings because it’s where she tells you to just relax

- you don’t bother asking why you’re not allowed to meetings that involve voughts CEO, it’s probably just a confidentiality thing right?

- a bit random but whenever you’re standing talking to somebody i feel like she’d just squeeze your butt?

- canon she’s a butt squeezer

- you don’t fight much but oh boy is your schedule full when you do

- she gives you the stupidest tasks she can think of LMAO

- “can you walk someone’s dog please?” “someone’s dog?” “yeah, just go around asking who has a dog that needs walking” “are you being serious, vic?” “yes i most definitely am, it would help me soooo much you have no idea!”

- I LOVE HER SO MUCHHH

- dating your boss can be annoying at times, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world <3

NSFW TIMEEEE

- officesex!officesex!officesex!

- this honestly deserves its own blurb if i'm being honest

- i feel like she's already dominant in bed anyways but because she’s your boss it’s elevated TO THE MAX.

- “i have one really special task for you today, so listen closely”

- you can barely stay stood up with how weak your knees go (real)

- “i need you to be a good girl for me, how does that sound? you think you can do that for me?” in her husky voice im DECEASED

- one time she cleared her desk by pushing everything on the floor, she immediately regretted it when she realised she had broken almost everything

- “i always see people do it in movies and this doesn’t happen” she’s so upset while she’s picking up a broken picture of you both on the beach

- she’s so silly

- she definitely buys you lingerie to wear underneath your work clothes 🤭

- the amount of flirty texts she sends you during the day just to watch you blush uncontrollably is concerning (when is it my turn)

a/n: requests are always open, hope you enjoyed :)

#victoria neuman x reader #victoria neuman #the boys #the boys x reader #genv #how do i apply for this job NOW #mother isn’t good enough to describe her #i need her every where #i need her anywhere #i need her #I NEED HERRRR

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Since we’ve entered a Gentan renaissance, I figured I should make a

🍉 GenTan fic recommendation list 🎴

Note that this is a list of personal favorites based on my likes and the many (yet not all existent) fics I’ve read. They’re not put in any particular order and they’re all completed fics. I’m adding some of the tags, but not all of them since I don’t want to make this post extra long, so please read them again once you go to the Ao3 link. And finally, if anyone is anime-only, even if a fic is spoiler free, it’s likely that it’ll have some reference to Genya’s abilities or family relationships, so be careful.

That being said, we proceed!

Don’t Talk to Me by 125389, 9k

(Red Light District Arc, Canon-Typical Violence, Meet-Cute, Strangers to friends to enemies to ???, Humor, Crushes)

A second impression, a star-crossed meeting, a misunderstanding. Each was there to do his job, to keep matters strictly business, but when have things ever been that simple?

Beautifully written, fantastic humor, and just GenTan inevitably falling for each other (both romantically and literally).

To Be The Piece You Need by Gilberrts, 11k

(Alternate Universe - High School, Dialogue Heavy, Friends to Lovers)

Shinazugawa Genya's life is in a downward spiral. He has no friends, his grades are on thin ice, and he can't seem to stop outgrowing his clothes. Then, when his relationship with his brother finally hits rock bottom, Genya has a strange encounter with the sole member of the school's cooking club.

Hurt-Comfort scenario where, of course, Tanjirou is the comfort.

Rest + Recovery by aizetsus, 2k

(genya is stressed, post Swordsmith Village Arc)

Genya gets overwhelmed pretty easily. Especially when faced with a cute boy.

It wouldn’t be a GenTan rec list without our traditional, fluffy scenario of Genya pining for Tanjirou.

Cardinals by bluejelly245, 8k

(Modern AU, Wakes & Funerals, Hurt/Comfort, Conversations, Friendship/Love, Past Abuse)

Genya and his family attend the funeral wake for Tanjiro’s father, much to the younger Shinazugawa boy’s dismay. The last thing he wanted to do was spend his evening surrounded by tears and grief, but what he least expected, was to end up on Tanijro’s bedroom floor, comforting the strange boy after his loss.

Genya discovers he is a good person, so sweet despite the gloomy scenario.

loveholic by mimimimi (reiiiiii), 81k

(Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, CEO Genya, Slow Burn, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Aged-Up Character(s), Strangers to Lovers, No Spoilers, Relationship Study)

Tanjirou lives a normal life as a university student on his last year, struggling financially to maintain a life that's not affordable anymore. On the other side, Genya is back to Japan after 17 years living overseas, ready to ruin his father's attempts to save face after several mistakes.

Both are on the edge, about to fall apart.

What will happen once their different worlds collide?

One of those fics that make you squirm under the blankets at 2am because you just can’t stop reading.

A tale of young love and starry nights by kenmagoesblep, 3k

(Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Fix-it, Fluff and Humor, Getting together, Love Confessions, Festivals, Minor Spoilers)

The sun is already down by the time they arrive and the colorful paper lanterns bathe the streets with a faint whimsical warm glow, highlighting the easy smiles of the festival attendees and the natural glisten of the fresh food in the stalls. Their eyes immediately go to the makeshift gate made with bent bamboo, all adorned with people’s written wishes, to be sent to the heavens by the end of the night.

Genya’s handwriting is shaky but hopefully the crooked words will carry his wish just fine.

Sweet, sweet, sweet.

diet soda society by beecalm, 6k

(Alternate Universe - High School, Fluff and Humor, Genya makes bad life choices, Brunch, No Spoilers)

Genya knows he should just tell the truth. He got frustrated, and thought that strong words of persuasion would revive his bike from the dead. Non-judgemental as he is, Tanjiro would probably just laugh it off and walk home with a smile on his face.

“I got into a fight,” Genya lies, instead.

(or; Genya yells at his bike, lies about his ability to kick ass, and gets indoctrinated into Kamado Tanjiro’s Saturday morning brunch club.)

GenTan + friends in a super silly and funny scenario.

July by 125389, 45k

(Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Canon Compliant, Modern Setting, Reincarnation, Manga Finale Spoilers)

It could've been just another weekend, just another month, just another season passing by, but instead they made that summer theirs.

Two teens discovering love naturally and intensely. Tears were shed and hearts were healed. It might or might not be a Fix-it.

Tonight’s sky by Wild_Quetzal, 6k

(Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Hashira Training Arc, Introspection, Pining, Arguing, Light Angst, Fluff, First Dates, First Kiss, Hopeful Ending)

Tanjirou didn’t recall having watched so many people gathered before, not even when his sister and him went to Asakusa. Everything was so appealing and, at the same time, disorienting for him.

He would’ve been feeling lost if it wasn’t because Genya was beside him.

(Or, sharing a night at a festival with Genya should’ve been easy, if it wasn’t for an unexpected event and Tanjirou himself getting in the way)

Yes, we got to the self-promotion part. I’m especially proud of this one <3

And last but not least!

Todo empezó con (un beso) una despedida by Dogchasingcars, 20k

(Manga Spoilers, Post-Canon, First Kiss, Love Letters, Long-Distance Relationship, Reunited and it feels so good, Family Bonding, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Lo que inicia como una breve despedida y la promesa de reunirse pronto (sellada con un beso), termina volviéndose una larga espera para volver a verse.

Because we’re not gonna leave the Spanish-speaking side of the fandom empty handed and it’s one of my favorite GenTan fics of all time. Melancólico y dulce, todo el dolor vale la pena.

#I highly recommend checking out more of these authors’ works!#they’re all amazing!#gentan #genya x tanjirou #genya shinazugawa #tanjirou kamado #kny genya #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny #kny fanfic #kny fic #demon slayer fanfic #fanfic rec #ao3 link

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oksurethisismyname · 2 months

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Hiiiii as a queer person living in the Bible Belt of the USA, I’m envisioning a “Christian trauma AU / general theology AU” because you know my main focus is always Sanji. This assumed that we’re in the USA, modern era, and I guess maybe a college or post grad AU for how they meet each other? This is a lonnnnnnnng text post so scroll at your own risk. To keep it from being toooo long I’m also sticking to east blue crew.

Hear me out:

There are a million different sects of Christianity so we’ve got a ton of angles to use.

Garp is catholic (but think FRENCH laïcité instead of American Amy Coney Barret Supreme Court justice weird catholic cult), Dragon straight up rebels against the strict structure and goes about his atheist ways. Neither of them really raise Luffy anyway so 💁🏻

Luffy ends up being agnostic. It’s not that he doesn’t believe in a higher power but he knows he needs to take action and that he can’t rely on a higher power to fix the problems of the world. Very Albert Camus, revolting against the absurd and holding himself to a higher responsibility in life

Zoro comes from a Shinto or Buddhist background. He’s not judging anyone’s religious beliefs unless they’re harming others.

Nami has religious trauma from the Baptist church that set up in her town and made it impossible to be herself. Belle Mere is so clearly queer and she’s harassed and dies at the hands of some zealous bigots who were emboldened by the words of the local Baptist church pastor (Arlong)

Ussop comes from a chill Protestant background (maybe Presbyterian?) But he’s more of a CEO (Christmas Easter Only) in terms of actually attending any sort of church. Honestly, with his dad out of the picture and his mom dying, he just had bigger things on his mind like living every day.

Finally, Sanji. Oh boy, Sanji has major “Quiverfull movement Christian” trauma from Judge. For those who don’t know, quiverfull is a Christian extremist movement where the idea is to have as many kids as possible and adhere to very strict purity rules and gender roles. Contraception isn’t allowed. Women wear long skirts and non fitted shirts to hide their womanly form (ew), and most of the time these parents homeschool there kids to avoid the “temptation” or “impurity” of modern society.

Judge had these 5 kids who he’s raised in this faith but Sanji never liked how Judge treated his mom. Why was Sora supposed to be “seen and not heard?” Why was it ok for his brothers to use scripture to bully and hurt and spread hate? Why would a loving god create women just to subjugate them? Judge wouldn’t like this, and once Sora passes away (probably because Judge wouldn’t let her seek medical care post birth of the quadruplets, so her health deteriorated for years), Judge locks him up and makes him do all sorts of horrible “prayer” and “repentance” practices, which are really just abuse.

Sanji would maybe escape when they go into town to get something mundane like a printer or a new wifi router (which only judge is allowed to use the internet). He’d probably bolt first chance he gets and when he meets Zeff, Zeff can recognize the signals of abuse. He takes Sanji in and even though Sanji never believed women were less than men, he still has years of trauma and gender roles beaten into him that he has to unpack.

His choice to cook? That’s a huge rebellion. Wearing tight fitting suits that look sinful? That’s a middle finger to his dad. He always treats women like goddesses because he feels so much guilt for the sins of his father. When he finally joins the Strawhats, he’s so overwhelmed with how free and nonjudgmental they are (of important stuff, obviously they’ll still poke fun at small stuff) that he feels comfortable dropping little comments here and there, opening up.

Ussop will be comforting Nami about something and sanji will tell him is so refreshing to see a man be so nurturing. He goes to Ussop often, asking how he’s so confident sharing his emotions.

Nami will be ordering them around and he’ll do everything she says with a smile, just happy to see her free to do what she wants (which is be a bossy bitch)

Zoro will talk about Kuina one night and Sanji will sob, overwhelmed with joy that she got to have all that strength and a friend like zoro even when faced with hurtful gender expectations.

Luffy above all is the most jarring for him. He grew up hearing about sin and sinners and temptation and evil but when he sees Luffy doing his thing, taking down bad people, fighting for the underdog, he knows that if there is a God (he she it they? Who cares), Luffy is doing their work.

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Bonus Gay Cherry on top is that Sanji meets Iva and gets into drag, starts performing, does some events, and through that gender liberation is able to find some peace in who he is, tucking away all the hate he was born into. And he ends up with zoro the end bye

#too long don’t read #one piece christian trauma au???#east blue crew au text post #black leg sanji #monkey d luffy #east blue crew #one piece #text post #cat burglar nami #god usopp #sanji #roronoa zoro

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alectoperdita · 10 months

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i don’t know how this could be conveyed in fic, but i’m always thinking about kaiba filming promos and what not for tournaments/dm stuff and he makes snarky jokes about jounouchi’s presence but the camera keeps zooming in his face to emphasize the adoration and glee on his face when he sees jou do /any/thing. but kaiba is not selfaware. he reviews the footage wondering why the cameras keep recording his reaction during jou’s duels instead of the audience. they want u 2 notice something, kaiba

Ooo this is such a juicy idea, anon! I love me a pining Kaiba. It's even more entertaining when he's a bit oblivious.

I know you didn't quite mean this as a challenge, but it activated my outsider-POV-loving neurons. So I attempted to write a little ficlet based on your idea. Sorry, that was why I was delayed in responding to your ask. Also apologies that I'm a little rusty. Haven't been writing regularly recently. 😭 I hope you still enjoy it.

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Kenji always figured that Kaiba's, well, everything was an act. A show persona put on for the masses to sell his tech and promote his tournaments.

No one could be that genuinely ridiculous.

Except he was. Kaiba appeared to be every bit that extra, as Kenji's teenage daughter would say.

("Dad, no one says that anymore!")

Because in the week since he started following the larger-than-life CEO around, he recorded a number of baffling incidents on film. Initially, he wrote them off as the producers' or Kaiba's people's attempt to inject more oomph into the series. It wouldn't be the first time. Kenji wasn't paid to care about that. He was the film crew. His job was to point the camera wherever the producers told him.

But not even Kaiba would stage an attempted kidnapping as a publicity stunt, right?

Kenji could've done without that one. Not just because he got far closer to a gun-toting maniac than he ever wanted to. The police also confiscated his equipment and that day's footage for their investigation.

But they were back to business the very next day. Nothing changed except for a few extra suits lurking in the background. Kaiba showed no signs of being shaken or slowing down. He had a tournament to throw, after all.

That tenacity and resilience were admirable. Kenji could see why Kaiba was so successful at his young age. Barely nineteen and he had the world in the palm of his hand. It was easy to forget the boy wasn't that much older than Kenji's little girl.

Nowhere was that more apparent than when Kaiba was surrounded by his peers.

Kenji kept his camera trained on the trio of teenagers. Kaiba towered over most, including people twice his age. Next to Mutou Yugi, he looked like a telephone pole.

"Kaiba-kun!" Yugi grinned, craning his neck to meet Kaiba's eye. "Glad to see you're well!"

Even an old fuddy-duddy like Kenji (again, much to his heartbreak, his daughter's words) knew about the storied rivalry between Kaiba Seto and the King of Games. But he was surprised by how calmly and politely Kaiba returned the greeting, even if his tone was a touch gruff. Kenji was unfamiliar with the blond boy who slung an arm over Kaiba's shoulders, however.

The blond boomed. "Still in one piece, eh? Saw the news about what happened. You really kicked those guys' asses."

Kaiba swiftly threw off the arm, but the blond didn't seem too offended. He also took a step to the side to put space between them. In profile, the tips of his ears went pink.

"They should've known better than to try anything. They've learned the hard way," Kaiba grunted. He made a motion to dust off his left shoulder, where the blond's hand rested mere seconds ago, yet his fingers seemed to linger momentarily on his flamboyant coat.

Not that the blond noticed. He was busy sweeping his gaze across the surrounding. "Yeah, tournament security's tighter than usual. Noticed 'em spooks hanging everywhere." Then he spotted Kenji. Or more likely Kenji's camera lens. He immediately perked, straightened, and puffed out his chest while flashing a crooked grin. "Hey, are they filming me?"

"No, deadbeat. Who would want to film you? They're filming me," sneered Kaiba.

The blond snapped toward Kaiba and took a step forward with his hands fisted at his side. A menacing move if directed at most people, but Kaiba wasn't cowed. He merely stared down his nose at the other boy.

The air crackled with palpable tension. If they started fighting, should Kenji keep filming or break up the fight? His producers probably preferred the former.

Yugi's eyes flitted between the two boys, then to the camera. "Kaiba-kun, Jounouchi-kun, calm down. Let's not fight before the tournament. I'm sure Kaiba-kun didn't mean that."

Kaiba and the blond, presumably Jounouchi, stared at each other for several more beats.

With a scoff, Jounouchi wheeled back and stuffed his hands into his ripped jeans. "Whatever. They can get a load of when the great Jounouchi-sama beat your flat ass out in the arena."

Kaiba smiled a sharp, toothless grin. "In your dreams."

Another charged pause.

Yugi shifted nervously.

"Only if you're lucky."

Kaiba's expression froze up. It looked as if he'd blue-screened and crashed. His ears were definitely pink now, though Jounouchi likely didn't catch that given how intensely he was staring at Kaiba's face.

But it didn't escape Kenji's notice. Or his camera.

Jounouchi smirked. "What? Cat got your tongue there, Kaiba?"

Kaiba coughed, making an admirable recovery. His expression retained an imperious quality when he replied, "Hardly. I'm merely stunned by your astonishing lack of self-awareness."

Jounouchi rolled his eyes. "Whatever, man. You're fulla hot air."

And just like that, they found their way back to the conventional arena of trash talk.

Yugi checked his watch. "We should get to our places, Jounouchi-kun. It's almost time."

"Run along, deadbeat. Or you'll be disqualified before you even take a step into the stadium."

Jounouchi made a rude gesture that Kenji was sure they'd blur in post. Yugi cheerfully wished Kaiba luck before following the other boy. Strangely, though, Kaiba's gaze seemed to linger on the departing figures. For no more than a beat or two, then he straightened and strode down the hall in the opposite direction, coat tails flaring dramatically in his wake. Kenji had to hand it to the boy's stylist.

***

There was a surprising amount of downtime when the duelists weren't playing. Much more standing around and gossiping and observing the current game than Kenji expected. Now that the tournament had officially started, Kaiba joined the other duelists stadium-side. Kenji naturally followed him.

Kaiba stood ramrod straight, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the tournament proceed. It was a picturesque pose, but even that became dull when he did and said nothing further. He had already played his first seed of the tournament and won summarily.

Kenji hoped this wasn't how the rest of the day played out. It would be dreadfully boring in that case.

Then Jounouchi took center stage for his duel.

Kaiba scoffed silently, but he remained as attentive as ever. Maybe even more so.

Not even two turns in, the mic picked up Kaiba's stray comments.

"Again with that unreliable gambling mechanic."

Still, he grunted in near approval when Jounouchi called his coin flip correctly. Soon, his stance and facial muscles eased to a state one might even call relaxed.

"Lucky," he muttered when Jounouchi countered his opponent's trap, but the light in his blue eyes shone brightly.

Kenji was a Duel Monsters novice, but he could read the room. The crowd's energy—Kaiba's energy changed as soon as Jounouchi was backed into the corner. Even Kenji winced when the opponent's monster halved Jounouchi's lifepoints with one attack.

Kaiba took a step forward before catching himself. A newfound tension vibrated through his body as Jounouchi picked himself from the floor. "Don't tell me that's all you got, deadbeat," he snapped to no one in particular. "This is just the first round."

Jounouchi didn't give up. Determination shone through his every move and declaration. It made for dramatic television, which the official tournament crew was filming. Kenji stayed focused on his assignment, which was recording Kaiba's every reaction to Jounouchi's moves.

A cheer rose among the spectator.

Kaiba stiffened, but the corner of his lips twitched. Upward. "Oh, he updated his deck."

Something warm and fond bubbled beneath the surface. It might be pride.

A dragon materialized on Jounouchi's side of the field. Kenji couldn't help but be struck by how its appearance was the polar opposite of Kaiba's sleek, white ace monster—black leather wings, sharp, and covered in spikes.

Ironic.

Or, dare Kenji think it as he zoomed in on Kaiba's face, serendipitous, judging by Kaiba's familiar expression. It was the same one Kenji's daughter wore when she thought of her "beloved"—one Kenji probably still made for his Ikuko. Infatuation was the best word for it.

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"Isono."

"Yes, Seto-sama?"

Isono glanced up from where he was taking notes of his boss's comments to send back to the production team. Reviewing the cut footage took time, but Kaiba had a vested interest in how he was portrayed and he preferred the hands-on approach in this instance. Kaiba's brow furrowed as he watched scenes of Jounouchi's tournament duels interspersed with close-ups of his own face and reactions.

"Why is it so focused on the deadbeat's duels?" he asked. Not angry, though clearly baffled. Even now, Kaiba's attention was glued to Jounouchi's face as it always was whenever the blond duelist came into the vicinity.

A moth drawn to the flames.

Isono's eyes flitted between his boss's current oblivious face and his smitten expression caught on film. Most people wouldn't recognize him as smitten, including Kaiba himself. Isono did, thanks to his years of employment, though he initially doubted it. Evidently so did the cameraperson.

For a second, Isono contemplated confronting his employer about his crush. But he liked his job. Kaiba was a bright young man. He would eventually realize it, right?

He cleared his throat. "Jounouchi-san performed quite favorably in this recent tournament. Stories about underdog competitors are always a crowd favorite."

He gave himself a mental pat on the back. Both statements were technically true.

"He did perform above expectation," mumbled Kaiba, studying the paused image of Jounouchi on the screen.

Isono dared to hope on his employer's behalf. Then it was dashed.

"We'll see how long his luck lasts then," Kaiba smirked.

One day, thought Isono, Kaiba will realize what had been staring him in the face all along.

#replies #anonymous #joukai asks #puppyshipping #violetshipping #kaijou #yugioh #my fanfiction #i admit i was kinda thinking about Usagi's dad for Kenji hahaha

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a-heart-attack-ow · 2 months

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The Arrangement. Part Eleven

Part Ten

Part Eleven:

It all happened so fast.

Too fast to process.

The funerals, the press, Colby’s new position within the family estate. In a matter of weeks, everything as we knew it had changed and neither of us had time to really understand it. Colby’s new position was being treated with the utmost thought and with as much media attention as possible. Everyone treated him like a king ascending his throne and in a way he was. It was only when he became the new CEO that I understood the level of attention we were going to be under. Suddenly photographers were stationed outside of our estate, lenses poking through the gate at all hours. Colby hired his associates as bodyguards to watch over us, but more specifically me. What had happened to his parents had rattled him to his core and he’d been more desperate to keep me safe.

Treating me like glass that’s about to shatter.

Now, at 18 weeks pregnant, my bump had popped enough to be nearly impossible to hide. I had lost so much weight since entering into my arranged marriage and now it was shifted to my stomach. I place my hands on my stomach and breathe a deep sigh as I look out the window of our living room. My eyes focus on the hedge maze I’d walked through weeks ago, my eyes filling with tears at the memory of what I’d witnessed. I jump when I hear the loud pop of a cork being pulled out of a wine bottle.

The memory of what happened had left me rattled too.

I should be happy my in-laws are gone, but I’m not. I never wanted anyone to get hurt. I just wanted people to be good to one another. I just wanted to operate on kindness and make the world a better place.

“Emilia?”

Sam’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts and brings me back to the present. I look at him as he fills his glass of wine. He’d noticed the way I jumped at the popping sound, his face sympathetic. I try to smile back at him, but I know it's not believable. I look at the stack of papers on our coffee table and remember that he and I had been planning the next event I was going to attend.

“I’m sorry Sam. I spaced out for a minute.”

My voice sounds rough, my throat burning as I attempt to not cry. My emotions had been out of whack for a multitude of reasons and I knew he understood. Sam nods and hands me a bottle of water before sitting on the couch across from me. I look at the stacks of paper and breathe a deep sigh. I didn’t want to do this right now.

But I had to.

“We can do this another time Emilia. Colby will be home any second anyway and I doubt he’ll want to spend his time with you stressing about appearances.”

My eyes move to the clock hanging on the wall behind Sam, noting that it’s quarter to five. Colby’s new position gave him new hours that I hadn’t adjusted to. Before we were together nearly all of the time and now he was out of the house by 7:30 and back home by 5:00. I nod wordlessly as I stand up from the chair quickly, ready to go into the kitchen and cook something, but when I do I feel a little dizzy.

My knees start to buckle, but Sam is quick to catch me in his arms. The moment he does we freeze, his eyes locking with mine for a moment. I see something flicker in his eyes as he takes a second to look down at my lips before meeting my gaze once more. As we look at each other I think of the last conversation I had with my mother-in-law;

“Ever since they were children, the boys shared everything. I wouldn’t be surprised if they shared you too.”

Unease washes over me as I laugh uncomfortably. Pulling back a little.

“Thank you Sam, I stood up too quickly.”

I explain myself, but he looks at me with the same desire unwavering. He places a hand on the side of my face and sighs. Under his gaze I feel my breathing hitch. Neither of us speaks as he moves in closer, his lips nearing mine. For a moment I freeze, unsure of what to do, but he stops himself.

Just as his lips graze mine.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and took a step back. I hadn’t kissed him back, but I still felt like I’d done something wrong.

“Sam…”

I whisper, my eyes wide as he licks his lips. It’s taking everything inside of him to control himself. But I decided to move back once more, not in the mood to tempt him further.

“... Please don’t start this. I love Colby.”

He nods, contemplating my words before sighing.

“I know you do, but there’s something here. Between the two of us and I know you can feel it too. I saw it in your eyes just now. Don’t act like this is all one sided.”

He speaks calmly, but I’m completely unnerved. I did find Sam attractive and I did have a connection with him. But I knew who I was in love with and I wasn’t going to mess that up.

“Please. I can’t do this Sam.”

My voice is a warning, my hands up in defense as I take a step around him. I don’t look back as I do this, keeping my eyes forward even though I know he’s following me. He takes my hand in his as we reach the entrance way by the front door and he spins me to face him. When he does he gives me a look of apology. I can tell that he wants to say sorry but when he goes to speak the front door opens. As it does I pull my hand from his and shoot him a look that tells him to back off.

I turn my attention to the front door and meet the pale blue eyes of my husband, who looks between the two of us with suspicion. His eyes fixate on his brother, before narrowing. I know he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. He clenches his jaw for a moment before turning his attention back to me. Whatever suspicion he has subsides when he sees the look on my face. A silent plea for him to know that nothing has happened.

Because nothing happened.

He sighs before speaking, trying to emulate whatever mood he’d been in before opening the door. Turning slightly, he reveals someone behind him and my heart stops. Standing behind Colby is the man I gave up my life for. The only reason I agreed to marry into the Brock family madness.

My Father.

He stands behind Colby, slightly shorter and so much skinnier than the last time I’d seen him. Wherever my in-laws had kept my father they hadn’t treated him well. He stood before me, rail thin and graying at the crown of his head. He’d grown a beard and looked dirty. My eyes move over him, memorizing every single detail about my father.

As if I was seeing him for the first time.

I noted how he looked at me with equal awe. Compared to him, I was much better off. Standing before him in my designer maternity clothing, sporting not one, but three of the diamond rings my husband had given me. I probably looked like a doll to him, all done up and pretty thanks to Kris and Celina. Nothing like the poor college kid I’d been over a year ago.

“Dad?” Is all I can say in shock before being unable to stop myself from crying. I ignore both Sam and Colby as I practically run into my father’s arms. He wraps me in an embrace and starts sobbing as hard as I am. For a moment we hold each other as tightly as we can. Almost like we’re afraid we’ll be split apart if we don’t hold onto each other for dear life. After a few minutes, he pulls back to look at me and smiles.

“Are you okay lia?”

He asks using my nickname, the one I used as a child when I couldn’t pronounce my full name yet. Apparently Emilia was a hard name for me to say at two years old. I nod looking back at him, sad that he’s asking about me when he looked so rough. I look at his left ear and feel my blood run cold.

It was missing.

I think a part of me wanted to believe that my in-laws hadn’t actually hurt my father. That somehow the severed ear in the mail had been fake. After all, I hadn’t seen the ear myself, but I now realized that it wasn’t fake. Here he stood, without an ear because I’d spoken too much at dinner.

Maybe it was for the best that they were gone.

I try not to let the thought overtake me. Something that is greatly helped when my father looks down at my stomach. Shock overtakes him for a moment as he realizes that his baby is having a baby. For a moment, I don’t know if he’s going to be angry that the son of the family he’d stolen money from and tortured him had knocked up his daughter, but he appears to be overjoyed as he gives me another firm hug.

“Oh lia, you’re going to be the best mom.”

He mumbles against my head as he gives me a kiss in the same place. It felt so nice to have him here with me, but a part of me was worried that this was too good to be true. This time when I pull back to look at my father, I glance over at my husband. Colby looks back at me with a big smile on his face, a look that calms any worry I’d felt.

“Thank you.”

I say shakily, my eyes still watering. Colby nods, giving me a light pat on the back. He studies me for only a moment before looking at my father.

“You’re going to stay here. Until the house next door has been remodeled to your liking. Once that happens you’re more than welcome to come visit whenever you want. I’ve created a position for you within the family business and I’m going to make sure you want for nothing sir…” Colby pauses looking from my father to me. It’s then he looks at me, with the sweetest expression he’d ever given me. A look that makes me want to melt onto the floor. A look I’d always dreamed of getting from him. Right now I was in awe of his kindness and what I knew it would mean for my father.

For the life he’d been living before this.

“... Because of you, I’m married to the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. And I know that nothing I do can ever make up for what my family did to you. But I want to try because you raised Emilia to be who she is today and I’m beyond lucky to call her my wife.”

My father looks at Colby with gratitude. He doesn’t know what to say to that, but I can tell by the way that he looks from my husband to me that he approves of our union.

Even if how we got here wasn’t ideal.

At this moment, everything feels perfect and’m thankful beyond words. At this moment, I feel like my life has some semblence of normalcy.

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I finished catching up with my father at around 10:00 before I decided it was time for me to head to bed. Colby had headed upstairs a few hours earlier so my father and I could catch up. Something I greatly appreciated. It had been so long since I spoke with my father and we had so much to catch up on. So much that I knew tonight alone wouldn’t be enough time to cover it all. I find myself smiling as I open my bedroom door and tuck myself inside. Once inside I find my shirtless husband sitting at his writing desk, his face focused on a document as he holds his glass of whiskey in his right hand. He looks up at me as I walk further into our room.

“Thank you Colby. I don’t know how I’m ever going to repay you for what you did.”

He smiles at my words, placing his glass down on the desk.

“You don’t have to repay me. He didn’t deserve what happened to him. I would’ve had him to you sooner, but I had to find where my parents had hidden him…”

He pauses, shaking his head as he mentally recalls the process. I couldn’t imagine what he’d gone through over the past two weeks. Losing his parents and then taking over the family business had taken a toll on him. Not only that, but I knew that he was now aware of all of the shit his family had done. Now that he had access to everything, he knew all their dirty secrets and I couldn’t imagine what that was like for him.

“... Anyway, it’s nice to have him here and to see you so happy.”

When he speaks I know there’s something he’s not telling me, but I know that it’s probably work related and I didn’t want to take that on if he wasn’t comfortable. Instead, I join him over at his desk, but feel my heart stop when I see what he’s looking at. He doesn’t speak as he leans back in the chair, allowing me better access to see what he’s been studying. I feel his hand take mine in his, as he looks at the wedding rings I’m wearing. On his desk is a photograph of Sam and I, from earlier.

When Sam’s lips had ghosted along mine for a moment.

From this angle it looks like we are kissing, my body in his as he’d held me up after I’d almost fallen. The photograph doesn’t show that I didn’t kiss him back. It doesn’t show that I’d moved away from Sam before anything could happen. The photograph doesn’t catch me telling him not to do this because I loved Colby. No, the photograph looks like I’m kissing Sam willingly. Like we’re two lovers stealing a moment while my husband is away at work. I don’t speak as Colby guides me to sit in his lap, his lips on my neck.

“My whole life I’ve had to share with Sam…”

He starts, his lips gently sucking my neck. My eyes flutter closed as I lean my head back, giving him better access to my neck. An action that makes him hum in amusement.

“... Do I have to share you too?”

My heart is beating in my chest, so loud that I’m sure he can hear it. I feel my breathing gets uneven as he lightly moves his hands along my arms. Chills are left in the wake of his fingertips and I can’t think straight as he continues to suck the same spot.

“This picture isn’t what it looks like.”

I attempt to explain myself, but when I do the gentle sucking ceases and is replaced by a playful bite from his teeth. A bite that tells me to stop talking.

“Corey took the picture while he was patrolling the grounds. Told me all about how you pushed Sam away. Told me that Sam didn’t seem to want to listen, but did because you weren’t interested.”

I mentally thank Corey for seeing the whole situation and giving context because it really wasn’t what it seemed to be in that photograph. But the photograph didn’t seem to catch that brief moment before Sam tried to kiss me. That brief moment where we stared at each other and tension built.

“Are you angry?”

I whimper as his fingers move to the back of my dress, slowly unzipping the back of it. The air touching my back is cool and sends a shiver up my spine as his lips move to my spine. Soft kisses go up my spine, slowly as he tugs the dress sleeves off of my arms. Once that’s done, he pulls the front of my dress down, exposing my bare chest. The cool air causes my nipples to harden, something he uses to his advantage as his hands reach around me, his fingertips slowly toying with them. As he starts toying with my nipples, a needy breath escapes me. A faint pant that escapes me as I lean into his touch, my body falling back to lean against him. He uses this as a chance to focus his attention back on my neck. Resuming the sweet, sensual assault on my neck.

“Should I be?”

He asks, his voice rough like gravel. The sound alone makes me moan, earning another chuckle from Colby. He moves his lips from my neck and stares at me as I glance over my shoulder. Once our eyes meet and he sees how hot and bothered I am, he bites down on his bottom lip. Quietly contemplating what he wants to do with me next.

While I wait patiently to see what happens next.

The tension building between the both of us is so thick that I feel like I could cut it like a knife. The look of mischief in his eyes tells me that he’s enjoying the buildup between the two of us.

“I’m yours. Only yours. I don’t want you to share me with anyone else.”

My words are muffled by the sensation of his lips on mine. His lips don’t break away from mine as he turns me to face him, my chest against his. The kiss is intoxicating, our skin on fire as we remain locked together. It didn’t matter how many times we ended up like this, because every time only made me want him more. I meant what I said. I didn’t want him to share me with his brother, he was the only person I wanted and I was frustrated with Sam’s actions making him feel otherwise.

In need of air, I break the kiss and stare at Colby. Both of us are out of breath as we study each other closely.

“Can we hire someone else to help with PR so Sam isn’t the one I’m working with? I think it would be better to get more space. I’m not saying he has to go away, but it would be better for us to spend less time alone. I don’t want him to continue getting the wrong idea.”

Throughout the duration of our marriage I’d asked for very little from my husband. For the most part, I did as was expected and didn’t complain. But I knew this was something I needed. I didn’t want Sam to go, but I couldn’t play this game with him. Colby was my husband and I didn’t want to give Sam the wrong idea.

Even if I felt that flicker he said he saw in my eyes.

As much as I didn’t want to believe it.

I wasn’t going to love Sam the way that he wanted and he needed to get that. I knew that any flicker of feelings I had formed were just because he was the person I spent all of my time with when Colby was away. When Colby and I had our rough seven month patch of distance. It wasn’t anything more and he needed to know that. Colby looks at me closely as if he can read my thoughts, a look of understanding washes over him.

“I already took the liberty of hiring someone new. She’ll start tomorrow and I know you’ll love her.”

I nod and breathe a sigh of relief. Someone new would be best and I hoped Sam would understand.

“What’s her name?”

I ask, Colby’s eyes move the mark he’d formed on my neck. He lightly brushes his thumb over the mark, the tender bruise a satisfying ache. A smirk plays on his lips when he notices how I lean into his touch, despite the ache.

Fucking Masochist.

“Katrina. She’s an ex of Sam’s. I think she will do a good job of distracting Sam. That way he stops looking at my wife.”

The latter part of his sentence sounds possessive and the sound alone causes a chill to move up my spine. Normally possessive men were a turn off, but it was different with Colby. He wasn’t controlling, he just wanted me and only me. Just like I wanted him and only him.

In quiet hesitance I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him in against me, my lips returning to his. His hands find my lower back, holding me against him as I deepen the kiss. Neither of us speaks as we continue kissing, pausing occasionally to catch our breaths before resuming.

I feel the chills move up my spine as his fingertips rubs circles on my thighs, his lips leaving mine. We stare at each other as his eyes search mine.

“I’ve been thinking about you, me, and Nellie…” He pauses, smiling sweetly to himself when he mentions the nickname he’s just created for our daughter.

“... I want us to move out of this house. I want us to start over and have a home that hasn’t been tainted by what’s happened with my parents. I want to move somewhere safer and in a home that we’ve built together. You and I can design it and make it our own. I just want Nellie to grow up in a house that’s actually a home, not just the calculated shell we’ve been living in.”

I study my husband closely, noting how distant his eyes look when he says this. The same look he seemed to get whenever he talked about his parents. His own internal struggle of feeling sad about the loss of two people who’d never treated him the way he deserved to be treated.

“I think that sounds really nice.”

He nods in response, his eyes moving from mine and down to my exposed chest. He bites down on the bottom of his lip, his fingers resuming the small circles on my thighs. The heat of the moment hadn’t passed, but what I really needed from him wasn’t sex. I just wanted him in our bed and to just cuddle. Seeming to read my mind, he lifts me up into his arms and carries me to our bed. Pulling back the blankets, he lays me in the bed before joining me himself. Tucking us in, he plays with my hair and looks down at me as he starts to hum a song I’d never heard before. I feel my eyes get heavy within moments, peace overtaking me. The man laying next to me was my whole world and I couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen next.

I think about how much I love Colby as I feel his other hand rest ontop of my baby bump.

“I can’t wait to meet her Emilia...”

He rasps, as my eyes get heavier. My body drifting off in an exhaustion I hadn’t realized I’d been feeling. The last thing he whispers before I lose consciousness brings me such a sense of bliss that I fall asleep smiling.

“... She’s going to be perfect. Just like you. I’ll never let anyone hurt her the way I was. I promise.”

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wayward-dreamer · 10 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write an angst fic taking place in the late 60s where Ben (Soldier Boy) is in an arranged marriage with the reader, but the reader does love him? Also, they’re much younger than he is (obviously an adult though, just a young one). This is oddly specific ig but I have an OC based around this concept 😭❤️

Two Ways To Love Him

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Word count: 1,709

Summary: There were certain things about the supe she didn't want to accept, they were surprisingly two things love about him.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, implied smut (not with reader), implied drug use

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and just forgot to post it, but hopefully it's what you were hoping for! Also I was intending for this to be a drabble, but here we are at 1700 words lol This is unbetad, so I'm sorry for any errors I've missed.

It was easy to love his exterior personality, the parts of himself that he showed to the public. The parts of himself that Vought manufactured. The charm, the wit, the subtle cockiness, the smirk, the heroic sacrifices he had made over the decades in each war that occurred, the roughness of his voice laced with the rasp of cigarettes and bourbon. It was easy to love him from afar for many years, knowing that was all it would be. Just a silly admiration for an American hero, the world’s greatest supe. What she felt was real but fleeting, something she knew she’d get over whenever she decided that it was immature and she needed a reality check.

A reality check that came in the form of Vought calling her into the executive offices. It was in the form of them needing her for something that she wasn’t ready for, especially with someone she didn’t know. She knew his public life, yes, but she had no idea what he was like in the privacy of his penthouse apartment at the top floor of the building.

“There’s no way I’m fucking doing this,” he argued, taking out his third cigarette in the span of fifteen minutes they had both been in the CEO’s office.

“You don’t have a choice, Ben,” Alan from talent relations countered. “In light of all the papers reporting your… alleged ties with the mafia, we need to present you as the wholesome, all American hero that you’ve always been.”

“By marrying me off to some bird I don’t even fucking know?!” Soldier Boy pointed towards her, his eyes never even meeting hers. “Not to mention she looks like one of the Brady fucking Bunch kids.”

“I’m 25,” she finally added, her voice meek as her legs shook under her boring brown skirt.

“Yeah, that’s a lot better,” he scoffed, placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it. He took a long drag as he dropped down in the leather chair across from the table, leaning his head back as he closed his eyes. “Fuckkkk.”

“There’s an image we need to protect here,” the CEO, Paul Roberts explained, leaning forward on the table as he clasped his hands together. “Vought can’t have its number one supe acting out and causing more trouble than he was initially trying to prevent. This arrangement is going to show a level of maturity to your supporters. Think of the popularity points and keep your attitude in check.”

Soldier Boy glared at him, shifting forward and putting the cigarette out in the ashtray. “Fuck you, Paul.”

He stood up from the chair, adjusted the tactical vest over his suit and turned towards the exit, sending those same daggers towards her before he slammed the door shut. She gulped as she turned to the two men in the room, nervously twisting her fingers.

“You’ll be compensated fairly,” Alan informed her, handing her a pen as he pushed the contract across to her.

“What about-” she started as she gestured to the door that Soldier Boy just walked through.

“You let us handle him,” Mr. Roberts added, his tone having a sickening finality to it.

They didn’t leave much room for choice, and she knew better than to argue with a fast-growing corporation like them. With a flurry of the pen, she signed her life away to Vought and to being Soldier Boy’s wife.

There was barely a ceremony, and no exchanging of rings. They gave their forced “I do’s” to a minister hired by the company in one of the offices, standing side by side and never once looking at each other. Vought had people remove her belongings from her parent’s house, her childhood home and move it into the spare room in Soldier Boy’s apartment. A knock on the door alerted her to the envelope left outside, her wedding ring inside that she slipped onto her finger herself. This was never something she thought would happen so abruptly. She always imagined herself falling for a wonderful man, both of them declaring their love for each other before they promised to spend the rest of their lives together.

Being married to Soldier Boy wasn’t what she had pictured for herself.

Being the wife of Vought’s most valuable asset was nothing like having a crush on him. She spent most of her days alone, either crying her eyes out, muffled by the down pillows on the large bed she slept in by herself, or staring out the large, floor to ceiling windows and wondering what the tiny people down on the ground were doing with their lives. She was only ever in close proximity to him when the media outlets wanted to speak with them, now that Vought had officially announced the nuptials of the great Soldier Boy and his childhood sweetheart, as the story cooked up by PR suggested. They fake smiled and “aww, honey”’d their way through every interview, their looks barely lingering on each other for more than a few seconds. They went their separate ways after each one, resuming the routine they had found themselves in.

She kept quiet as she watched him go off to meeting after meeting, commercial after commercial, and party after party, every single day and night. She never said a word as he came in, late at night and blinding drunk, a loud guffaw waking her up as she heard the hysterical giggles of the women he was sneaking into his room. She kept her mouth shut as she watched him consume every pill, snort every kind of powder and drink everything in sight. She ignored him as he did what he was used to doing, showing no interest in that life. She never wanted it and she was even more certain of it now that she had witnessed him in all his glory.

She had seen behind the curtain, she knew what he was really like now, and it wasn’t easy to love him without the guise of his public persona.

In fact, it was incredibly difficult to love him for who he actually was.

Until one day… it wasn’t.

It started with a simple gesture. She had come back from spending her day shopping with the money that Vought was giving her in checks, completely caught off guard by him being there, pouring himself a drink. Their eyes met for what could possibly be the first time in weeks, but exchanged no words. He slid the tumbler across to her, pouring another for himself before he walked away and closed the door to his room. That was the most time they had spent in each other’s vicinity within the apartment, but she appreciated that he actually acknowledged her presence, even if it was for just a mere moment.

She quickly noticed the other little things he started doing, things that he probably hoped she wouldn’t realize was him, but she did.

He would leave for the day just before she would wake, and always had a bagel and coffee waiting for her when she reached the dining table. He usually arrived back at the apartment in the wee hours of the morning, and on more than one occasion she had fallen asleep on the couch. She remained still, making no sudden movements as he covered her with the blanket that was draped over the back of the sofa. After the first time, she had to make sure it wasn’t just a part of her dreams, and sure enough it happened again another two times. She tried not to read too much into the night he picked her up and carried her into her bedroom, or the next night when it happened once more but his large hand delicately tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she continued to feign sleep, before he promptly left the room.

All of it was a side to him that she never expected once she saw who he really was, and she knew not to take it for granted despite the twinge of longing in her heart that it would be an everyday occurrence that could be acknowledged between them. A stepping stone into a better relationship with him.

But he didn’t want that, and he proved it as he continued his usual activities as if those nice things were just fleeting, so few and far between that it began to feel like a part of the PR stunt. Even if it was behind closed doors.

And yet, she hung onto those moments. They may have been rare, but they were a part of him that she had begun to yearn for, another part of him that she had begun to love. A part of him that she wished he would just fully embrace rather than hide it away as if he was ashamed and disappointed in myself for doing it.

She knew she couldn’t change him. He was too embedded in Vought’s infrastructure to ever be a different person, and his only outlet to escape their grasp was to do all of the things she was forced to pretend didn’t happen.

So she resigned herself to the fact that there were only two ways to love him. Only two aspects of him to love.

One was his public life, the persona he put on for the people that adored him. That sexy smirk, the ability to melt hearts with just a wink and his heroic efforts in the wars - WWII, Korea and Vietnam - that all followed his initiation into Vought. The public didn’t need to know that was all for the photo opportunities.

The other was all of the little things he did for her, things that he didn’t know she had noticed. They were little gestures, not nearly enough under normal circumstances for someone to fall in love with, but she needed those in order to survive this situation she had found herself in. The money promised to her would never be enough to make it through that.

Those were the only two ways to love him, she told herself. Reminded herself every day of the fact.

And everything else, everything she had chosen to ignore… well, those were all things she would learn to live with.

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uchihaharlot · 4 months

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CEO! AU Where their employee is too naive about innuendo 😅

Too pure and these guys wreck her during a personal "meeting" in their office.

(Separate scenarios please 🙏)

Me dearest moot,

I apologize this took me so long. 😅 I find it hard to write ooc scenes, but then again everything written outside the Narutoverse is considered ooc. So I just rolled with it, didn’t feel it at first. Sat on it, went back edited it — added more and hopefully the outcome is to your standards.

I truly am committed to writing almost any ask that is sent my way.

I do apologize, this got lengthy. I cannot not write anything less than 3k it seems when in the mood. Lmao. I give you smut with minor plot, because I love a bit of backstory and I adore characters that have a familiarity between them or some fluffy shit like that.

(When I wrote this, I was not aware of your preference for Itachi at the time. Shisui CEO was already in the works. Honestly am not entirely convinced this is good. I would be willing to do Itachi in a separate ask, I just didn’t want this to be like 15k of figuring my shit out).

NSFW; airhead-ish intern; smut w/plot; praise kink; oral; vaginal; unprofessional work environment; sex at work; Enjoy!

wc: an exorbitant fucking 3.4k; fuck and I’m not editing it much more right now. Will go back, I just felt like the worlds biggest piece of shit for taking so long lol

As fresh blood in the world of accounting, credentials meant everything. Especially if you want roll with the big boys. Which is why when accepting an internship nearly six months ago from the most prestigious accounting firm, you didn’t hesitate to accept. It would look good on your resume and if lucky enough, you’d be offered a job and avoid the hassle of sending out hundreds of applications.

So far things have been mild and mundane.

Coffee this, tea that. Dry cleaning. You hardly even made an appearance into the conference room except on few occasions.

Today was one of those days your presence was requested. Shisui Uchiha, CEO, owner and founder of Tomoe LLC. An accounting firm for high profiled clients.

Yea, your designated boss was that guy.

The one who made tabloids left and right with his fuck you money and all. The guy who probably had every woman in the office, including yourself, humid and longing. Didn’t even have to try, and there was no lying. How unfortunate you had the hots for him. Regardless of your stance, you retained the upmost professionalism in his presence.

When Shisui walks into the conference room, all eyes are on him. Composed, clean cut and admirable. As an intern your job is to take minute notes, jot ideas he spouts off and anything of importance. At the end of his hour and a half long ramble. Everyone is dismissed.

‘Except you.’ Words you didn’t really expect, but nonetheless did as you were told.

Once the room is cleared, Shisui’s gaze catches yours. Sharp and observant, you felt under the microscope of his heavy dark eyed gaze. ‘I need your help on something.’

Which was great, usually.

This is what you’re here for. If it was coffee, you’d fetch it. If it was picking his dog up from the groomers, that too. You got to use his shiny new car, which was a treat. He made sure you knew nobody before you had that privilege.

‘I’m listening, Uchiha-san.’ Submissive and severely cute as you retained his attention. Even if unintentional, it made his eyes flicker whenever you called him that and he straightened up a bit. A smug grin on his face.

Ever the good girl.

Shisui taps at your laptop, quickly you open its notebook app, ready to record his thoughts. ‘I want you to draft your own document on project of your choosing. Consider it a ‘review.’ How can you make this company grow?’

Oh, it was one of those reviews. The preliminary ‘give me your thoughts and maybe you can have a job’ situation. He continues, ‘on one condition… meet me in my office after work. And we’ll discuss it more personally.’

‘Anything specific I should focus on?’ It wasn’t confusing, but you had the sense there was something particular he was looking for.

He smiles and gazes over you. Shisui always said he appreciated your tenacity and go-getter attitude. ‘Just whatever comes to mind; nothing too serious…..when you write this document, just remember it's for me. It should be tailored to suggestions you think I would….be interested in.’

‘Right, for you…for the company.’ You sheepishly smile back. Why was the room hot, why did your stomach disappear and leave you feeling sick almost. Not in a terrible way, but well….no. He’s your damned boss!!

‘Good girl.’ Something crawled up your spine when he said those words. Your body treasonously gushed, and it was hard not to flush warm in the cheeks. ‘Make sure to send this off before you stop by my office. It would be…beneficial for me to know before we further discuss this in a personal setting.’

A personal setting. After work.

You weren’t stupid by any means, part of you truly believed your boss was hitting on you and the other half was partial to the fact Shisui just knew how to get what he wanted. So, for the last few hours of your day, you focused on real issues within the company. You didn’t want to insult him, but there were things that could improve the numbers and have an impact. Small minute details you picked up the last few months. The document was sent off the last half hour of the day before you walked down to the elevator and took it three floors up to where the higher-ranking individuals in the company were stationed.

Maybe you could be up here. Maybe your ideas would actually mean something. A small smile spreads your face before you knock on his office door.

When Shisui opens the door, he immediately steps aside and motions for you to enter. That’s good sign, right? His gaze lingers as you take in the office that you see maybe three times a month. Your actual duties are handed down to the secretary on your floor directly from him.

A soft click of the door closing has your nerves striking flint at one another.

‘I like how you took this assignment so seriously….’ Taking a seat at his desk, hands folded together. He takes her in.

‘You’re not offended?’ Of course not! The numbers didn’t lie, you had found a hole in his company’s bottomline. Money was being filtered out. If anything, he was grateful you did this so thoroughly.

Shisui’s eyes seem almost piercing, ‘I’m not offended at all. In fact, it’s impressive. Very impressive….now exactly how did you figure this out?’

Oh, that was a toughie. It was by accident, really, you explain. Within the first few weeks of your internship, you were granted access to classified information. Unsure if this was even allowed, you figured that if a potential job was to be had. You needed to know the numbers. Unfortunately for Shisui, undoubtedly, someone was stealing money from him. He had his suspicions prior to your upheaval, but no real way of confirming without causing the perpetrator to become aware. Aside from that it was intricately encrypted, meaning you were incapable of providing further details of who.

Shisui eyes you the whole time, his unwavering gaze felt unkind almost, but sincere. ‘So, you were just casually going through the inflow and outflow. Just so happen to discover…. money missing?’

You exhale heavily, this sounded like it could backfire. ‘Y-yes. I’m sorry if that was a breach of my contract, I figured if I was granted access—’

Shisui’s light chuckle interrupts you, a sort of calm, almost relieved feeling washes down your nerves. ‘You’re fine, I admire your determination and commitment to this company. It seems I can’t trust everyone here…’

‘I suggest, if you’re open to it…. calling tech support, they might be able…’ the words hit your face from the floor. Someone in tech support would be the perfect position to lay low and hide or dispose of backlogs. Shisui quirks an eyebrow at your acute observation. ‘Tech support would be able to see behind all of that.’

At first, he is surprised, then perturbed. Tech support would be capable of seeing behind the encryption or worse. Creating it. Leaning back in his chair, he folds his hands under to his chin. ‘A smart observation….that is….unfortunate. For them, if so.’ A hint of admiration in his voice has you smiling at his praise.

Shisui can’t help but stare at you for a moment. That smile is adorable, even more when you’re not completely flustered by him. When you’re almost comfortable in his presence. ‘You’re a very sharp girl…and you have a good grasp of this business despite being just an intern….’

‘It’s nothing….really. I was just…trying to get on top of the game.’ A soft shrug is all you manage. What else could you say? Now wasn’t the time to toot your own horn.

Shisui leans forward in his chair. He can't help but notice you’re a still bit shy, reserved and overtly quiet in his presence. More times often than not are you loud and boisterous with the friends you’ve made here. Something lurches in the back of his mind; his tone of voice softens.

‘I’d like to commend you for your efforts. You’ve outdone yourself and even figured out someone is potentially funneling money from me.’ He pauses briefly, ‘just out of curiosity though….why did you accept this internship?’

The harsh truth resurfaced with a prejudice. You were bitter the first few weeks, though you were grateful for this opportunity here. Not a word back from a single firm within the five great nations when you sought them out. It was nearly a month later after you had sent out the portfolio did Shisui’s firm respond. ‘You were the only firm to return interest and extend an offer.’

This was not something Shisui expected to hear. It disheartened him and left a foul taste in his mouth. Surely other firms would have been interested. He hadn’t sent a reply as quickly beforehand. Thinking you would take an opportunity in another country. Most people wanted to leave their home cities; he responded solely on the fact he was too eager in his selection for you. The portfolio, while small, was exceptional. Organized and precise. His stubbornness made him hold off but the business side of him does what’s best for itself.

He had to have you, to see the woman behind the mind. Even if you weren’t the spectacular woman before him, he still would have hired you. He wasn’t discriminatory in that matter, only if you would be beneficial to the firm. He knew from the initial interview that you would be, it was just a bonus that you were drop dead gorgeous.

‘No other company reached out?’ The irritation in his voice was severe and brought blasphemy in his eyes.

The hardened look on his face softens once more as you continue, ‘I was shocked to receive your extension to interview.’

Another unexpected answer. Shisui didn’t expect that the other internships went unanswered, but he never once turned down the free labor hours of an internship. There wasn’t a damn thing that made you unworthy of a position here. Intelligent, well calculated….submissive. You did every thing he threw at you from silly errands he couldn’t be fucked with, to listening to him bitch about Genma’s vacation in the Land of Tea being two weeks.

‘So here I am. Almost the six month review. I was hoping that this recent development would…be a retainer for a full time position…’ the words taper off. Hearing how silly you were.

Scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours was not at the forefront of your mind.

But it was his and, well, the funny thing is. Shisui’s back, is on his cock. That’s exactly the kind of back scratching he was referring to earlier when he asked for you to come up with a minor presentation for him. He figured this one wouldn’t fly over the crows nest, but it had. You didn’t quiet catch his intentions.

He would just have to be more…direct.

A small smile spreads his face, the fact that you were just so bashful with your request. Shisui rounds his desk quickly, his hands at your forearms. Sights sharp with intent. Deep baritone grows soft when he addresses you, ‘consider me impressed.’

You quickly dial in at his hands holding you so, so intimately. ‘Why?’ Is that really all you can manage? Though you didn’t understand, ‘why do I impress you? I did something that someone else should have been doing.’ Your brows pinch.

Shisui doesn’t answer right away, he takes the time to consider you. He thumbs small circles on your left arm, as if he is trying to properly convey the words of adoration without scaring you off. ‘You’re right, I should have someone doing this. I am just impressed you were that person when it should have been someone more experienced in this company.’

‘But…?’ Waiting for it. For the let down of not having a position here.

Shisui runs a hand through his hair, the other still on your left arm, ‘this is the first time I’ve ever thought about extending a full-time position to an intern in awhile. But…from now on, you will not be an intern…’ a pregnant pause makes the air thick and stale for a moment. ‘You’ll be my assistant.’

‘Assistant?’ That wasn’t working with numbers, ‘that’s not…numbers or anything close to it…’

Shisui’s laugh fills his chest and reverberates in his throat stopping at a light hum, the grip on your forearm tightens a little to capture your undivided attention wholly. ‘Do not worry. I never said that you would stop working with numbers. That will still be part of your position here. But, moreover, I want your input on other aspects of this company. Marketing, communication, etc. a more….intimate experience at my side.’

You gawk. ‘How can you consider that from a near bare portfolio. I surely haven’t worked my weight in ryo here, not even close.’

In this moment, you look adorable to Shisui. Exasperated and uncertain. Almost undeserving. ‘You’re forgetting exactly why I chose you for the internship. I knew from the moment I interviewed you that you were a very sharp young lady. My trust in your abilities has grown exponentially these past few months, and hence…this new position for you.’

A soft click of your tongue, it was all coming full circle now. ‘This sounds like a curated position that was just made up.’

Shisui’s lips curl into a devious smile, that slips below subtle smirk. He narrows his eyes a bit, those eyes ever intense and drinking you up like the finest whiskey. That calm and composed side of Shisui is replaced by a commanding and dominant presence. Unholy even.

‘Uchiha-san?’ A sharp exhale as Shisui snakes a hand around her waist.

He brings you flush to his chest, running a hand through your hair. Drags his nose along your jaw and up to your cheek before his lips stop at your ear. Hot and raspy, Shisui’s intentions are more than clear. You notice how tall he really is, just towering over you. How much older he is too.

‘What…are you doing?’ A whispered hiss of astonishment at his direct approach.

‘What do you think I am dong?’ Sweet like honey, his voice is deep. Commanding. Possessive.

‘I’m partial to believe this is not in my job description….’ Your soft breath fans the his cheek as he rakes a hand up the nape of your neck.

‘I never suggested it was….’ The words send shivers down your spine, his thumb traces down your cheekbone. His warm breath smells sweet, you know this is not appropriate. Against policy. And as much as you’d hate to admit it.

You enjoyed it. ‘Then what is this for?’

You graze your nose in return over his cheek, the boldness amuses Shisui. How much did you like this? ‘This is part of the perks that come with your new job. If you haven’t noticed by now… I tend to enjoy your company.’

Well no, you didn’t notice. Not until now, ‘no, how could I when I’m hardly doing as an intern should?’ That was cute.

The small moan from your lips is even more adorable as Shisui dragged his lips down your neck. Delirium filled your head space, this was moving too fast. Before you knew it your tight pencil skirt was shucked to above your hips and you were laid on his desk.

Subservient to his desire, fueled by your own deplorable greed within. You could just let Shisui have his way with you, not that you saw it this way. Sex was currency, was also free and felt fucking good. The part of you that may or may not have fantasized this exact scenario unfolding was in charge now.

Spread out, legs over his shoulders holding his head in a vice squeeze. How did it get far this fast? Nose in your heat, lapping and twirling his tongue over your clit. Fingers curling in the confines of your taut muscles. Muscles that ached for it; were drenched for him. If your knocked a few things off his desk, Shisui would forgive you. This was the reason why he’d drawn you in after hours, the sounds you made were no less than a few doors in range: if anyone was still here after hours. They’d hear and pretend they didn’t the next day.

When his cock stretched you, molded you to him. He reamed a hand around your neck and pressed your back into the keyboard. Every time you came close to coming, he squeezed and stopped thrusting. Making you writhe and submit further to him.

‘..please.’ Your desperate whimper.

‘Please..what?’

Those soft eyes of yours caught his attention, ‘..please let me come Uchiha-san.’

He kissed you sweetly, but fucked you like an office whore as you came all over him. ‘Such a good girl…’ rang your ears every so often as he softly panted out between thrusts. Shisui flipped you to your stomach once you succumbed to his relentless pounding. Wrung his hand in your hair and craned your neck back to expose the delicate flesh. Nipping your pulse point, he sheath himself once more. Slower, needier. On the verge of filling your sweet hole with his genetic markup. Gripping your waist to steady your body, he whispered many things of promise if you accepted his job offer.

His bed, car and money. What on earth had gotten into this man? Shisui couldn’t figure out for himself exactly what he was saying either, but it was all forgotten the split second your salacious whimper and saying you were coming again. Had his hips steam rolling and slamming into you harder. Pumping his thinking length as he coated your insides. Holding your back to his chest as you both moaned out loud.

Surely, this was unprofessional. The entire time you fixed your clothes, you expected him to rescind his decision. That didn’t happen. Not when he fixed his tie, adjusted your skirt and covered you with his coat. Not once did his resolve change as you both walked out the dark office and got out of the elevator. He took you to dinner, paid an extraordinary amount of money for too little food and ushered you home. Opened your door and lead you by the small of your back to your front door and gave you a chaste kiss.

‘See you in the morning, ill be here at 6:30am’ It was fully decided by now that you did have a a full time position now, and he handed you a check for the firsts three months salary, and then some that had your head spinning.

‘This is unnecessary..’ It was money that you’d only ever seen on paper, let alone now held in your hands.

‘Consider it a bonus, and a reward.’ Shisui lifted your chin, and kissed your cheek.

You watched as he waited for you to go inside of your apartment, then he left.

#shisui uchiha #shisui headcanons #shisui smut #Shisui x you #shisui #uchiha shisui #sorry this took so long #I really struggled with it #i wasn't ready

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sashi-ya · 6 months

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𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴 𝟑𝟎𝟏 ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ𓂃 ࣪˖ byakuya k. x m! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. "I got so scared, I thought no one could save me. You came along, scooped me up like a baby. Every now and then, the stars align. Boy and boy meet by the great design. Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones this time?" - Lucky Ones by Lana del Rey.

requested by: Anonymous ➡ Sweets Hotel Ruby, Shibuya. for sub! Byakuya x male reader pls! Byakuya and reader discover a couple of kinks together! (You can decide which kinks!) tw: MNDI. Byakuya discovers what it is to be loved by a man. pure bromance that turns into romance. first time anal sex. usage of sex toys. rimming. mutual masturbation. usage of alcohol. purely inspired by this specific room at the Sweets Hotel Ruby (room 301) wc: 4.6k masterlist

It hasn’t been easy for him since Hisana passed. A lonely CEO, an heir of all the Kuchiki Industries for himself.

Rich, so rich. And lonely, and oh, so sad.

“I’m tired of telling you that you should go out once and for all, Byakuya” you demand, lying on his office huge -expensive- couch.

“And I’m tired of telling you I am not in the mood…” Byakuya sighs, as he fixes his glasses and keeps reading whatever documents he has on his desk.

You sigh, too. He hasn’t been able to scape the grief of his late wife. He couldn’t, even if that happened more than two years ago. You’ve been there, on endless nights where he couldn’t stood up from bed and those when you needed to drag him to the couch from his desk when he passed out over it from exhaustion. Nothing, absolutely nothing related to enjoyment had been a part of his life since Hisana’s death.

“You can’t live the way you do, Kuchiki” you grunt, standing up and walking out… offended, with your hand on your belly, barely lifting your flowy white shirt.

You have tried helping him before, but he hasn’t changed. You know he won’t. But you tried… However, this time, things take an interesting turn.

“FUCK!” Byakuya growls, followed by the sound of dripping liquids on the floor.

You quickly turn around to discover your best friend covered in -luckily- already cold tea. His white shirt completely dampened, his black suit trousers as well.

“You idiot, what happened?” you tell him, running to where he is sitting.

Byakuya doesn’t answer, he stays looking down at the damp patch on his clothes. His façade stays concealed by his onyx strands of silky, long hair raining down.

Your eyes soften; perhaps you’ve been too hard on him. Maybe it is time to be a little more sweet, like the first months when he wasn’t that hostile towards the whole world.

Your hands land on his shoulders, and your chin on the crown of his head. Staying there for some minutes, none of you two dare to speak nor say anything. A soft sobbing fills the ambience, and your heart breaks like porcelain being thrown with force to the ground…

How hard it is to see your best friend suffer… And how hard it is to keep hiding how much you love him, too.

“Byakuya, let me help you. You will get sick if you keep your clothes that wet” you whisper, lovingly and pitifully. There is honest worry in your words, but there is also desperation for him to cover up. The shirt has become see through, and despite knowing how he looks naked, the way his abs are showing so lustfully through it is killing you… guilt and need. Byakuya doesn’t like men. Or so you think. But even so, you are for him as close as a brother.

He takes some time to answer but finally nods in acceptance. He looks at you with steel night sky eyes flooded of incipient tears and the stare of a lamb that’s being taken to a slaughter.

You let him stand up, but he doesn’t walk away. Byakuya stands still, crestfallen, in front of you. He is waiting for a hug; you are sure of it.

You open your arms and let him come to your embrace, surrounding him once his wet chest hits yours.

“I know I’ve been a heavy burden for you. I am sorry. I know I can’t keep living the way I do…” he whispers, almost with his lips on your neck. Yet, his posture keeps being as “masculine” as commonly conceived can be.

“You are never a heavy burden to me, my… friend” you murmur, with your hand on his back tracing soft almost non-existent circles.

Perhaps it has only been a few minutes, or maybe all the night but you would want for his body to be that close to yours as long as possible. However, you can feel his slightly shivering. “Come on, you need to change. You have a change of clothes in here, right?”

Byakuya nods, and slowly your hug breaks apart. You watch him walk to the part of his office that’s also a mini room. Byakuya asked for it to be built there, as the workaholic responsible ruler of his family economical emporium he is.

Soon, he comes back with a similar change. A lot more relaxed, though. Byakuya is not wearing a tie and has changed the Italian leather imported shoes to Gucci sneakers.

“I’m ready. Let’s go somewhere and drink something” he says, putting his hair into a messy hair bun.

Your heart wants to jump off your chest; your throat goes dry. Byakuya stands in front of you, looking handsome, with still a light pinkish halo around his eyes from crying but with a mild-mannered look that invites you to feel dizzy.

“You- you wanna go to a bar? Sure” you blink repeatedly, but couldn’t waste the opportunity of making your friend feel better… even if your insides were a total mess. You repeat yourself to stop seeing him as more as a friend, but still, you are glad your shirt is flowy and long enough to cover your crotch…

The streets of Tokyo, are as always as busy as humid. Somehow it always rain during these nights. The lights reflect on wet spots as well as your manly walk through the Shibuya cross.

Many girls giggle as you pass, paying special attention to Byakuya’s unfriendly -and extremely hot- sight. He walks with his hands on his pockets, so unintentionally sensual he can be probably mistaken by a famous model.

You try to look away, but it’s almost impossible. Who would like to miss his attractive façade bathed by neon lights?

“I don’t know any fancy bar, we should have come with the car” you chime, trying to look for conversation, even if you are very used to him being silent and reserved.

“I am not searching for a fancy place; I want a cheap one. The cheapest you can find. I want to meet a common woman, someone” he says nonchalantly, almost incurring in a highly destructive future behaviour.

You swallow… “a woman…” you sigh, out loud.

Byakuya stops right on his feet. “What? Should I stay alone forever?” he asks, almost offended at you. You were pushing for him to go out and now you don’t want him to have “fun”?

“No, I meant… never mind. I know a place…” you murmur, it hurts your soul… but it is what it is.

Byakuya notices the change in your face, but he prefer to stay silent and look away. The little shadows casted on his cheeks by his long lashes kill you, but you look away too and start walking.

There is tension. A tension you never felt before in between you two. You swallow and guide him through little streets to get to a rather calm bar. You however, focused on the word “woman” forget that such place is very close to a rather famous -but curious- establishment…

“What the hell?” Byakuya asks, looking the front of that exact place once you get there. A hint of laughter can be detected in his voice, but he still remains confused and perhaps even grossed out by the lack of “taste” of the building.

You can’t help but burst out laughing. Of course, Byakuya Kuchiki has never been to a love hotel, neither he needed to.

“Ah… I forgot about this place. That’s the Sweet Hotel Ruby… curious right? It’s a love hotel” you inform him, as Byakuya gets lost on the ridiculous and big decorations of the entrance.

The hotel has pink walls and enormous sweets ornaments placed all over them. It looks like a candy wonderland, like a gigantic cake… there are even three big ice creams sculptures by the entrance. And not to mention the cringey -perturbating- animatronic tree with a face inviting you to come inside.

Byakuya stands there looking at it with disgust, but still curious.

“I’ve never been to a love hotel” he drops an info you already knew. “I was sure you haven’t” you answer, scratching your nape. “Let’s get a room” Byakuya suggests.

You panic. Does he know what a love hotel is?

“Byakuya… do you know the purpose of this places? It’s not a normal hotel” “I know, people come here to have sex. But I wanna see how it looks on the inside. I might invest in one if I find the rooms fancy”

You massage your temples. Byakuya is as serious and mature as equally immature like a kid. He enjoys fancy weird looking things, and you are sure that if he invests in the build of a love hotel there would be those “wakame taiishi” figures he invented all over…

“Sure, if that’s your calling. Let’s go” you accept; torturing yourself, never in a million years you would have thought of visiting a love hotel with Byakuya… even if the idea of loving his body has been floating around your mind since the day you met him.

He gets inside first; Byakuya lacks any type of shyness when it comes to “a business opportunity”.

Fortunately for you, there aren’t people at the countertop but a machine where you get to choose the room, the time you wanna stay and the things you would like to consume inside.

Byakuya, who’s wallet has never been empty a single time in his life, picks the most expensive room and the most ridiculous option to drink. “mhh… bubbly romance combo? I have never tried this normal people champagne… and those chocolates? why not?”

You cover your face; he is probably not aware of this place not being a “friends” spot to hangout, much less ordering the “bubbly romance combo” to enjoy on a room that’s meant for… fucking.

As soon as the confirmation of payment came on the screen, the instructions were clear. “Go to the third floor and turn right. The room number 301 will be ready for you”

Byakuya walks first, he acts as if he was at the Sheraton hotel while you can stop your mind from running wild… those pants look so absolutely good on him…. the small of his back would look so beautiful arched as he bends in all four over the bed of this hotel… what if I get to drink champagne from his collar bones…

“(Name)… (Name)” Byakuya’s deep voice breaks your lustful dream.

“Hmm? What?” you ask, as you keep walking through the equally maximalistic decorated with sweets patterns walls of the hotel hall.

“Stop walking, this is the room”

Byakuya opens the door and the soft pink lights, like a cherry blossom spring, hits your eyes. Inside, there is, once again, 3D replicas of cookies, chocolate covered almonds, marshmallow hearts and many types of desserts wall mounted. However, the most interesting piece of furniture has to be the bed; a bed that looks like a shell sculpture made out of chocolate, with donuts pillows on top.

“What the fuck is this place?” you ask, trying to understand what the designer was thinking about when he chose to go with that.

“I have absolutely no clue, but it has to be the most interesting room I’ve ever been to” Byakuya says, genuinely interested in such grotesque crime against good taste.

“Well, that’s for sure…”

The long-haired hot CEO takes his sneakers immediately after closing the door. You do the same, grateful for your socks being in between your soles and the ground. You aren’t sure what type of strangers’ bodily fluids the furry white rug on the floor harbours inside of its fibres.

You take a look around, finding the place to be an extremely easy place to hide cameras, but that is not something you will tell Byakuya. After all, nobody is getting naked in here tonight, right? It’s just a curious pair of friends visiting an infamous love hotel…. Right?

It doesn’t take much for the workers to knock on the door and leave the “Bubbly Romance Combo” right by the entrance. You get the tray inside with hot cheeks and quickly close the door.

“Oi, here it is your combo. Are you aware of what this is?” you ask, looking back at Byakuya and noticing him lying on the bed like if he was some kind of god waiting to be fed -well, at least that’s to your eyes-

“Yes, chocolate and champagne. Bring it, I’m hungry” “Remember you can’t take much alcohol at once, bro…” you tell him, knowing him very well; maybe even better than himself.

Byakuya rolls his eyes at you; the arrogant look you melt for is back. “We are not young anymore, (Name). I can’t take it like a man”

“I hope you can… take it like a man”

Soon both of you indulge in the delicious taste of spicy chocolate bon bons and more glasses of champagne that you can remember. It doesn’t take much time for Byakuya’s cheeks to become as red as apples and his laughter finally blooming like beautiful cherry blossoms.

Like two adolescents on those sleepovers at your home, both have fun chatting about random nonsense. And you couldn’t ask for more, after all… coming to this place had to be the best idea Byakuya could ever had. Until…

“So, you aren’t getting married or what? Don’t tell me you are into boys” he asks, rather loudly. Byakuya still has a low tolerance to the bubbly beverage.

“Why you ask? Asshole. You wanna make fun of me, don’t you?” you spit at him, visible annoyed at him for asking; however, why you are that annoyed Byakuya doesn’t know.

He frowns. “You don’t need to be that rude, man. You could have told me you didn’t want to talk about it. Fuck you” he growls. Manners are gone when his blood has a hight percentage of alcohol mixed in.

Byakuya takes yet another chocolate and turns around in bed; he lies on his side and closes his eyes. He is mad, but also acting like a kid.

You notice you fucked up, so you reach out for him. You shake him softly by his shoulder, but you only receive yet another “fuck you”. However, you keep trying.

“Hey, come on, I’m sorry” you sigh, trying to force him to look at you.

“Stop touching me” he suddenly snaps, turning around and pushing you against the bed. Byakuya crawls on top of you, with a dizzy head and a fist ready to be plastered on your face.

“So, you wanna fight me, don’t you? Why? What have I done?” “Nothing” he tries to punch you, but you grab his hand by his wrist.

“You can’t even strike a blow. You are too drunk to fight. Plus, if I hurt you I could leave your handsome face marked for the rest of the week” you tell him, regretting the “handsome face” commentary.

His pupils dilate, his eyes fix in yours. You can see him biting the inside of his mouth, as his arm trembles within your squeeze.

It is, perhaps, too late for you to notice his hips straddled on your lap. And probably, it is too late too, to notice the growing hardnesses of both of your crotches.

Maybe, for just some minutes the time becomes slow… slower. Byakuya’s eyes turn sloppy, your lips barely separated, your pumping heart being the only sound gushing in your ears.

You can’t stop your hand from suddenly pulling from his arm, neither your lips from crashing against his in a violent, sexual kiss. A kiss that he seems too naïve to follow, that deepens with barely seconds. The sweet and sour taste of your tongue, feels more than delicious to him.

When the kiss breaks, but Byakuya doesn’t want to stand up from lying on your chest, you spit words you are sure he doesn’t need to hear but your heart needs to scream… “I do like boys, yes”

Byakuya takes a deep breath, and before kissing you back with desperation he murmurs “Thank God…”

You place your hands on the sides of his hips, to pull him even closer. Your sex graces his, finding with pleasure how hard he feels against yours.

You push him down, encouraging him to hump. And he does, almost immediately after you do. Byakuya is desperate, perhaps for your touch or maybe any touch… but you don’t mind, you really couldn’t think of anything else but enjoying the taste of his body at least one single time.

Your fingers travel a little up, lifting his shirt up, untucking it from the black pants that look beautifully tight to his legs and ass.

“Byakuya… I must warn you that if I keep on doing this… I won’t be able to stop” you moan, biting his lower lip and pulling from it after.

“Don’t- Don’t stop. I want this…I want you…” he whines, searching for more kisses as his life depends on it.

You smile, of course he wants you. Of course, he does.

You exchange positions with him in a quick motion. While he is the depiction of delicate manhood and dominance, he becomes putty in your hands. You crawl on top of him, moving his locks away from that enchanting face of his; you enjoy the way his cheeks are sprinkled by a reddish glow that is no longer because of the alcohol, but because he is in severe need of being touched, kissed, pleased, loved… fucked.

You lift his shirt off, exposing that nudity you know too well, but never once you were able to taste. His abs, toned and slightly marked… his hard pink nipples, the pale flesh inviting to bite, inviting you to leave endless bloody marks all over it. His belly button, the happy trail down his sex… what a beautiful creation of god you are, Mr. Kuchiki.

His soft hands pull from your shirt towards him, he is aching for more kisses. But you want more than that… you want to hear the sound of the only emotion you never had the right to enjoy coming from him…

Your lips do kiss the commissure of his lips, and then, slowly, sexily, criminally lustful, you go down to his neck. A bite, and then another one. He whimpers, very lowly.

You keep going down, nibbling on his collar bones… oh the wide protruding bones of his chest. The scent of his skin, so deliciously manly but still delicate as the most fragile flower…

You reach for his right nipple, surrounding it with your lips, licking, sucking. With your eyes fixed on his, you nibble on them. His back arches in response to the sharp feeling against sensitive pale pink flesh.

“It feels… good…” he moans, discovering the ambrosial reaction of his body. “It does, Bya-kun? Tell me you want more? You want me to keep going?” you ask, pinching his left nipple with your fingers as you blow some air over his right one.

He nods, loudly whining this time. His voice goes slightly more acute, his body is a mess under your possession.

And then, because it is not enough of a mess to you, your lips keep going down, leaving a trail of kisses up until his belly button and even lower.

He doesn’t even wait for you to take his belt off, nor his pants, and does it all by himself. A wet patch of precum garnishes his grey boxers that makes him blush more than ever before.

“So wet… have you come already?” you joke, in playful and dominant way. “I hav-I haven’t no…” he whispers, getting his hands to his bulge to feel the damp, sticky patch with his own fingertips. “I’m glad, I would love very much to see you cum all over your belly… you want me to help you do this, Byakun?” you ask, sadistically, noticing how much that makes him even harder, to sprout more and more precum… what a beautiful sticky mess, Byakuya-kun.

He keeps squeezing his sex, as well as his legs underneath your hips. Desperate is not even a word to describe this man’s state. This might be a lot more than curiosity; he is so absolutely into a man’s hands touching him that he is even trembling.

You smile with loving eyes, after all you have loved him since forever. You take his hand away from his needy shaft. Then, planting a sweet kiss on one of his hipbones, you strip him away from his boxers.

Despite you seeing his sex a variety of times -in different, more brotherly situations- this time is absolutely different. Pinkish tip, perfectly groomed and clean. Of course, what would you expect from such a perfect man if not a perfect sex?

You are tempted to devour his shaft in one single blow, but that would be ruining the experience… even if he might be probably wanting it so badly.

But there will be enough time to do that, and instead, you use the tip of your tongue to get a taste of his pre cum while you begin to pump with your hand.

“Such a delicious man you are, Byakuya…” “Am I? how does it taste?” he asks, curious… so innocently.

You smirk, taking a little more of his salty delight in your tongue. It forms a string that loses its form against your chin, but you are good with it.

Getting closer to Byakuya’s mouth, you ask him to stick his tongue out and so he does. You trap it with your mouth, and both share his taste in the most sinful carnal kiss.

“You like your taste, ba… babe?” you ask, shily after naming him “babe”.

He smiles shily, nodding as he swallows. “Yes… thank you… babe…”

For your next step, you suddenly remember you saw when you get into the room. Maybe Byakuya didn’t notice, and you hope he didn’t… it would be such a great surprise.

“I think you would love this…” you chime, standing up to a surprised, blushed, and confused Byakuya.

You get to a shelf where a Hitachi magic wand rests, a common object every good love hotel includes in Tokyo for the couples in love to use.

You show the vibrator, crawling back on top of him. After inspecting it, you find out how to operate it and soon it reaches his sex at low speed.

He grunts loud enough to be heard by half the hotel, and you can’t get enough of it. His nails carve on your hips, his buck up and the small of your back curl more and more.

Your crotch, by now, feels absolutely hard, wet, and needy. Would it be bad to enjoy the warmth of his sex against yours without any clothing in between? Of course not.

While you keep stimulating him, with increasing vibrations, you let your shaft free from the black skinny jeans prison they were in. With extreme care, because even if you couldn’t stop yourself from playing with your best friend’s body touching him with your own still feels somehow illegal, wrong… you have praised him since forever, seeing him as a pure deity that must not be ruined, that must be not broken.

Byakuya’s eyes open wide when the warmth of another man’s dick grazes his. A loud moan escapes his lips, his trembling fingers reach for your kissing members and surrounds them with his whole soft hand.

“I… I…” he wants to say something, he can’t. His cheeks get more and more red, the tip of his nose, the tip of his ears too.

“Byakuya… is this your first time with a man?” you need to know, even if you already do.

“Y… yes…” he informs, feeling the graze of an erection that’s not his own for the very first time.

You stop using the magic wand, and instead, you give him the right space to pump both of you as he pleased. He does, shily at first but more and more desperately as time goes by.

It is beautiful to see the sprouting clear drops of precum mix one with the other, a mess in between his fingers forming strings as he strokes.

And you can feel his twitching intensifying, the little vein on the back of his shaft protruding more and more. And yours, throbbing… aching to be deep inside of him, aching to have his beautiful back facing you, arched up to let you bury into it and bond with him for the rest of the night.

“Let me be the first…” you whisper, in between gasping and grunting.

“I trust you…” he whispers back, knowing you will never, ever hurt him.

Soon, you help him turn around. So inexperiencedly he puts on all fours, so you use your whole palm to adjust his position. Passing it against his naked back, as pale as beautiful as you know it is, looking even more biteable now that he is so willingly ready to receive you in him.

You push down softly, right in between his shoulder blades. His right cheek squeezed against the pillow, his pecs against the bed. His hips up, his knees buried on the mattress.

You take some seconds to admire his whole anatomy, how his hips move side to side so involuntarily as a puppy happy to see his master…

“Byakuya… you have no idea how amazing you are” you murmur, planting a kiss on the small of his back. A skin as soft as his lips and neck. A scent so delicious.

He doesn’t answer back, he just moans softly, trying to reach for his hardness… he can’t wait no more, he needs release.

You smile, and the kisses on the small of his back keep going down until his entrance. The moment your lips touches it, he squirms, and his hips become weak.

“There will be enough time for you to become weak, now let me prep you. You need this so that it feels good to you. Relax for me, ok? You probably know what to do naturally ” you explain, you don’t want to force yourself in; you don’t want to hurt him at all.

He nods; his eyes shut close; his fine eyebrows squeezed in the middle of his frown.

You kiss and lick, slowly and deliciously. You coat his dilating entrance, slowly sliding one finger, feeling how tight his walls feel around it. You are dying to finally penetrate him, but he is not ready until you can stretch him properly.

A few minutes more are enough, however, for him to be ready. You would lie if you found it easy to do; something you have dreamed of for so many nights is finally about to become real.

“Are you ready, Byakun?” you ask, caressing his butt. “Mhj… yes” he answers right away, as he lifts his hips even higher and tries to get closer to your sex.

Your hand slides back to the small of his back, right where those little dimples form. Your other hand on your sex, guiding it to his entrance, previously coated with enough saliva that you hope someday would be Byakuya’s.

Slowly, unhurriedly, measuredly… first your tip, without pushing in, only staying right there. Then, as he throws his ass back, you begin to steadily let it slide inside.

Both grunt with the first intrusion; maybe it is a little painful to Byakuya, but soon enough when he has completely relaxed you begin to move inside his tight, warm, clenching walls.

“Fuck me more… please” he pleads to an astonish you, who is in total heaven by the feeling of his hole.

“Yes, my beautiful boy… just make sure you make a big puddle of cum right under you when you are done ~”

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andydrysdalerogers · 9 months

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Yours Submissively ~ Consideration

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: Couldn't leave it where it ended.

Also the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Belle put the paperwork down and felt her cheeks burning. What in the actual hell was going on? Steve Rogers, Captain America, the boy scout of good, was actually a dirty, dirty man. The contract was simple in itself. He wanted someone to control, to use. He wasn’t looking for more. She got up and went to the kitchen.

Lila was there, texting and giggling. Belle ignored it, lost in thought. She grabbed a wine glass and a bottle of Moscato. She poured herself a large glass and was heading back to her room when Lila stopped her. “Belle? Are you ok?”

“Just lost in thought.” Belle sipped her wine.

“Is it about Steve?”

“Kinda.”

Lila studied her. “Did he hurt you?”

Belle looked at her with wide eyes. “No! God no. He was… perfect.” She sighed. “I just don’t know if I want to get involved with someone who couldn’t give his all to me. He’s a CEO, an Avenger.”

“Former Avenger, Belle. But you’re busy too. You would basically be on the same schedule.” Lila grabbed the glass out of her hand and took a sip. “Isabella, I love you. I know that you are nervous about graduation and not having the job yet, but you need to allow yourself to be happy. And if Steve Rogers makes you happy, then go for it. We’ll all still be here for you.” Belle thought of her friends and when they landed on Scott, she rolled her eyes. “What?”

“Scott. He, well, he made a move on me. At the bar.”

“He WHAT?”

“Lila please. Steve stopped it and Scott left. I have to talk to him and explain.”

“You don’t owe any explanation. If he crossed a line, he owes you an apology. Do you want me to talk to him?”

“God no. Its fine. I don’t know what got into Scott.”

Just as Belle took a sip, Lila says, “The fact that he’s got a roaring crush on you and Hope.”

Belle choked on her wine with a laugh. “I knew about Hope. I didn’t notice about me.”

“That’s because you friend zoned him hard and he just couldn’t take the hint.” Lila’s phone binged again and she smiled as she read the message.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah, he’s flirting via text. Its sweet.”

Belle shrugs. “I guess.”

“Has Steve not reached out?”

“I haven’t checked.” She went to her room and Lila followed.

“New phone?”

“From Steve.”

“Wow, Belle are you….”

“I didn’t ask for it, Lila. He just gave it to me. Your new boyfriend helped.” She looked at her phone and disappointment flooded her. Nothing. No messages. She sighed. “He’s probably getting ready for work.” She threw the phone down on her bed and looked up to Lila and smiled. “Its new I guess.”

“Belle, why don’t you make the first move?”

“Not tonight, Li. I’m just going to go to bed. I have class in the morning.”

Lila hugged her friend. “Maybe he doesn’t know you want more.”

“Maybe. But this would be the first relationship since Brock.”

“True. But four years is a long time to wait to feel wanted. I mean besides Scott.”

“Shut up Li. I’m going to call him right now. Good night.”

“Night.” She left the room and Belle was consumed with her thoughts.

Lila messaged Bucky.

L: Your friend is an ass B: Friend? L: Friend Boss whatever B: You lost me L: She hasn’t had a real relationship in 4 years. She just wants someone to care for her. So he’s an ass. B: Oh. B: Can’t I go back to flirting with you L: Maybe when she isn’t so sad

Belle picked up her phone and dialed Scott.

Hello?

“Hi Scott.”

Belle! I’m so happy you called.

Belle chewed the side of her mouth. “Scott, we have to talk.”

I know. She heard him sigh. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that you wouldn’t…

“Look Scott,” she cut him off. “You know I love you but I just want to be friends with you. I’m sorry.”

Is Steve Rogers the reason?

“What the hell Scott.”

I mean he did swoop in. Is it his money?

“You know what Scott? No. And until you apologize, I don’t want to talk to you.” She hung up and silenced her phone. The tears that have been threatening all day ran down her face as rain started to fall outside. The perfect weather for her shitty mood. It should have been a great day. She finally fell asleep as her phone lit up with a message.

SR: Are you ok?

In the morning, Belle got ready to go and threw everything in her bag and head out to her first class. She pushed everything to the back of her mind as she concentrated on the classes that would help her graduate. She finished her last class and started to head home. She wasn’t paying attention and bumped into someone. She didn’t look up. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“You know, its polite to apologize to someone in the eye,” a familiar voice told her. She finally looked up and saw the ocean blue eyes that had been haunting her.

“Mr. Rogers, hi. Oh god. I’m sorry. I just…” She stopped when his hand cradles her face.

“Do you always ramble?”

“Only when I’m nervous.” She studied him. “You’re in Jersey.”

“You didn’t answer.”

“Answer what?”

“Your phone Isabella.”

She dug into her bag. And realized she never un-silenced her phone. There were multiple messages, Lila, Scott, Hope and one from Steve.

“I’m so…” he cut her off with a kiss on her lips. Still as soft and sweet.

She looked up at him. “If you keep doing that, you will have to learn CPR.”

He smirks. “And why is that?”

“Because I forget to breathe.” Belle looked down and blushed. Steve used his finger to guide her head back up.

“If you forget to breathe, I’ll always remind you how to.” He gently cupped her face. And kissed her again. “Are you busy right now?”

“I was just going to study. Lila has a late class.”

“Have dinner with me.” It wasn’t a question.

“Mr. Rogers…”

“Steve…”

“Steve, I’ve read the contract and I know…”

“This isn’t about the contract. This is about me getting to know you.”

“And I don’t get to know about you?”

“Everything you need to know is in the history books.”

“No, not everything as you have proven yesterday. I don’t know if I could do this if I didn’t know you.”

Steve sighed and knew she was correct. “Fine. We can talk over dinner. Come.” He took her hand and her back pack off of her. He walked her to the car where Bucky was standing. He handed the bag off as he opened the door for Belle to climb in. Once they were settled, Steve took Belle’s hand into his.

“So this hand holding is going to be a thing?”

“Do you not like it?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then why question…”

“Because we aren’t in a relationship,” she blurted out. “You are still just the guy that…”her mouth got covered by his hand.

“Don’t Isabella.” He slowly removed his hand. “I didn’t realize you were so…”

“Opinionated, witty, snarky…”

“Crass. And with no filter apparently. I thought that was just an alcohol induced trait.”

“No, my father taught me to be respectful when necessary but to always be myself.” Belle looked down.

“What was your father’s name?”

“Real or adopted?”

“Both.”

“Real, Michael. Adopted, Phil.”

“I’m assuming you are talking about Phil.”

“Yeah. He died when I was 16.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

“Can I ask…”

“It was a work incident. He fell or something. Got stabbed through the chest on a piece of metal. The casket was closed so I couldn’t be sure.”

“And your mother?”

“She died with my real dad. I was a baby.”

“Is that why you don’t sing?”

Belle tried not to cry. “I used to sing and play the piano for Phil, Dad, when he had hard days.” She smiled a little. “His favorite was Tiny Dancer.”

“You miss him a lot.”

“Every day.” She looked out the window and saw that they pulled next to a Mediterranean restaurant. “Hummus?”

“Something I have learned to love.” Steve smiled. “Is this ok?”

“Is Bucky joining us?”

Steve looked at him and Bucky subtly shook his head. “No, he’s got other things to do.”

“Lila things?”

Steve laughed. “Among other things. Come.” He took her hand and pulled her from the car. They were seated in the back. “I didn’t ask…”

“Yea, meat eater, cave woman, whatever,” she said with a smirk.

Steve shook his head. “Have you always lived in New York?”

“Yeah, Brooklyn. Dad had a thing about Brooklyn. He never really explained.”

“Were you here during the battle?”

Belle knew he was referencing New York. It was just a couple of days after Phil had died, she learned later. She had been evacuated and she didn’t learn the truth until days after. “No,” she finally answered. “Some people came to get me that worked with my dad. I guess they waited until the danger cleared before they told me.”

“So you’ve been on your own for…”

“Seven years.” She sipped her coke. “And you’ve been out of…”

“We call it cryo. For a little over seven years. Funny enough, the man who took me to meet Tony and everyone was named Phil. Good guy.” He didn’t mention that he had died as well. He didn’t want to invoke a sad reaction. Their food arrived and he was fascinated at the way Belle ate. She took a little of everything onto her fork so she could saver the bite.

“You are adorable.”

She swallowed. “Adorable?”

“The way you eat. It’s like you want all the flavors at once.”

“It’s the only way to eat this food. The spices are meant to be together to give you a full experience.” Steve looked at her, stunned. “What?”

“Why do I have the feeling that education was not your first passion.”

Belle flushed. “It wasn’t. I wanted to go to culinary school. But when dad died, I knew I needed to be able to support myself. I liked working with kids when I was a camp counselor so I figured I could be of service and do something I like to do.”

“That’s very noble.”

“Ahh, the All-American seal of approval.” Belle clamped her mouth shut as soon as the words were spoken. She looked at Steve to see his reaction and quickly looked down.

“Isabella?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“I’m not offended.”

She peeked at him. “You’re not?”

“No, sweetheart. I’m not.” Steve smiled. “You are the only person I know that avoids acknowledging my past. It’s refreshing.”

“I figured since you left that life, you didn’t want to remember it.”

“The world is safe again. They don’t need Captain America. So, I moved to business. I was good in school with numbers. And people.”

“Would you?”

“Would I what?”

“Pick up the shield again?”

“Only if I needed to.”

“Like?”

“To save someone I love.”

Belle chewed on her pita to contemplate that. “So not to save the world?”

“Is my loved one there?”

“I guess so.”

“Then I guess I would save the world. Again.”

Belle smiled. “See, that wasn’t something I would learn from history books.”

Steve chuckled. “I guess you’re right.” He cleared his throat. “About the contract?”

“I’m still doing my research. But I have to tell you it frightens me.”

“Which part?”

“The punishments. The toys.” She stopped and took a breath. “All of it. Steve,” she took his hand, “why me?”

Steve reached over to push back a tendril of hair that had fallen from her half ponytail. “Because ever since you fell into my office, I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

“And you don’t want me just as me?”

Steve didn’t answer. Of course, he wanted her. She was perfect in his eyes. Someone to fill the part of him that was missing. A love. A partner. A wife. But she would be a target, the one thing he would pick up the shield for. Every time. “It’s just easier this way Isabella.” She pulled back. “Let’s just try, Isabella. One night.”

“Just one?”

“My, my, we are greedy, aren’t we?” he replied with a chuckle. “Fine, a weekend. Spend the weekend with me.”

“A weekend.”

“If you don’t like it, you can walk away.”

The thought of leaving Steve hurt Belle. But she knew he was right. He never said he wanted more. “Ok,” she whispered.

“I’ll still pick you up on Friday.”

“I’m at Stark on Friday.”

“I’ll be by. Don’t worry about packing anything. I have everything for you. Let’s get you home.” Steve offered his hand this time and she placed hers in his. They made it to the street where Steve was hailing a cab.

“No Bucky?”

“He’ll meet me at your place.” The entered the cab, the silence deafening. She didn’t know what to say. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”

“That I’m nervous. And that I want to hold your hand.”

Steve smirked but took her hand. “It’s so small.”

“You’re kinda over the top Mr. Rogers.” She blushed. Everywhere.

Steve shot her a lust filled look. “Are you flirting with me Miss Davis?”

“I would never Mr. Rogers. I’m a lady.”

He got close to her ear. “I know better, baby,” he whispered. The actions sent shivers down her spine. They arrived at her apartment building to see Lila and Bucky talking. Steve paid for the cab and took Belle’s hand. He walked her to the car. “Friday?”

“Friday,” she confirmed. He bent down to place a soft kiss on her lips.

“Sweet dreams Isabella.”

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