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kaiyaamin · 3 days
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Forgotten Lunch (Bruce Wayne x Wife! Reader)
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You were driving in the car, with a sack lunch in the passenger street. Bruce had forgotten to take his lunch and being a thoughtful wife decided to bring it to him.
You were excited you rarely went to Wayne Enterprise because your job hours were the same as Bruce's. You had a day off, and right after you dropped his lunch, you were going to the nail salon.
You parked the car towards the back having less of a hassle to find a spot. Walking in you were immediately greeted by some of the employees who recognized you and saw some pointing at you, but you didn't mind being used to it.
The sound of your high heels echoes through the lobby towards the receptionist. The lady looked up, you could tell she seemed shy. Hello, I was wondering if Mr.Wayne was in any meeting right now, You said softly. No, Ma'am, Mr Wayne should be expecting you, she said carefully scared she might say something wrong. You nodded at her and thanked her as you walked towards the elevator.
When the elevator opened you were surprised to see a lady bring rude to one of the employees. Before you could step the rude lady saw you and pulled you by the arm making your back slam against the wall. Oh hell no you thought This lady must really want an ass kicking.
I am Miranda, the Wayne Enterprises manager, which means I ensure, no new employees don't cause trouble, Miranda said. Before I could slap this bitch she looked me up and down in disgust was, this bitch. Who are you trying to impress with all that makeup and this dress, here we have a standard procedure of no makeup and uniform, that bitch Miranda says as rudely as possible.
Say that to all that cake-on makeup you have on your face, who are you trying to impress? you said as inspected her horrifying face wishing you brought some sunglasses. Trying to divert the attention off of her she commented on my food. Who made that the rat, Miranda said as if it was even a good comeback. No, but even a rat can make better food than you, you replied fed up with this girl's behavior.
But again this bitch just keeps on talking, you were about to take your high heel off and stab her eye with it but then it would be a waste of a good heel. What can you do? you are just a lowly employee, Miranda says with such confidence. Miranda-, Bruce says but was cut off by the wicked witch of the west(Miranda). It's funny how fast that girl switches up when my man comes.
Miranda!, Bruce yelled stopping Miranda in shock. This lowly employee you spoke to was my wife, Bruce said with a stern tone not taking shit from anybody. This was a complete shock to Miranda as she started to stutter, I-I-I didn't know I am so sorry Mr and Mrs Wayne, red in the checks from being embarrassed by the mistake.
I don't care Miranda this is not the first time I've heard complaints like these before I decided to not do anything because of how dedicated you were but now that has changed, Bruce said with anger in his eyes. What do you mean s-sir, Miranda said as if she was going to cry. You are fired, I suggest you pack your things now or I will call security, Bruce said as calmly as he could imagine but still anger in his eyes. Miranda ran away as fast as possible, away from the peering eyes.
Bruce was quick to apologize to all the employees who were tormented by Miranda, knowing Bruce he probably promised something really expensive for them to take as an apology.
Bruce then looks at his wife taking her by the hand and leading her to the office. Are you okay? what are you doing here? Do you want some water or anything?, Bruce said scanning Me from head to toe making sure there were no injuries. I came to drop off your lunch you forgot to bring, you said smiling up at Bruce. All he could do was laugh and talk to you for the remainder of the time til you had to return to work.
You know Mr.Wayne, you said holding his as Bruce walked with you towards the car. What Mrs.Wayne? He said playfully. You were really hot when you were taking charge, you said fanning yourself. Maybe I should do that more often Bruce said, cupping your checks and giving you a peck on the lips. Definitely, you said as you pulled him back giving him a passionate kiss on his lips.
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sooniebby · 2 months
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ఌ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
꧁ 𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂
w.c. › 3.8k
Plot › you end up winning a call to a camboy/sex worker, you watch a lot!! Though it’s a bit embarrassing learning you’re one of the few men in his usual audience. Based off this.
Warnings › gojo a bit cocky sometimes—this takes place in a normal world. Reader is 19, gojo is 25. Some… straight stuff mentioned cuz gojo fucks a girl during his streams, bi gojo agenda!!
Kinks › praise, size kink, (attempts at) dirty talk…
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𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝
𝗦𝗶𝘅𝗲𝘆𝗲!
↳ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ
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No way. You just gasped in your coffee shop, literally as your coworker was calling for you to serve a cake to someone.
You were never a lucky person. Most and every thing you ever entered in a prize to win something, being money or an item, you never won. Never, not once. You had assumed you just was an unlucky guy in those type of things.
So when you applied for the giveaway for the chat, you did it just cause.
And you won!
You fucking won.
“(Name) if you don’t hurry up and serve this poor lady her cake!” Your coworker, Nobara screamed.
You rushed out with the cake and quickly gave the girl it, ignoring the glare she gave you for being so rushed. That didn’t matter! You had to tell Nobara. You practically sprinted to her and dragged her to the employee lounge.
“What is your problem?” She asked, pulling her arm away from your tight grip. “It’s like you were trying to rip my arm off…”
“Look, look!” You shoved your phone in her face, earning a tight glare as she snatched it out of your hands. Her eyes glanced over the screen as she mumbled to herself, reading the message. It took about thirty seconds before she seemed to understand what the fuck she was reading.
“Seriously? You got a free call with your favorite pornstar?” She placed your phone on the countertop and shuffled over to the fridge.
“You don’t understand! I hardly ever win giveaways!”
Nobara glanced back at you. “Okay, same here. Are you alright, (Name)? Are the toys not enough?” She asked with a fake sense of pity.
You glared at her. “The toys are just fine!”
“Sure, sure. Well, what do you get from the win?”
“Uh, a free thirty minute private chat.”
“She’s also a camgirl?”
“No… it’s a camboy.”
Nobara blinked. “Oh. So it’s a gay camboy.”
“Also.. no… he’s only fucked women on the videos he posted on Twitter..”
Nobara sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Let’s hope he’s not going to be upset a dude just won his giveaway.”
You panicked slightly, “wait, you think he’ll be upset?”
“Maybe not. But if I were you, I’d make sure to not show my face on camera or speak on the mic.” She said, patting you on the back before leaving the lounge.
Any sort of happiness basically dwindled. She was right. You didn’t know this guy and while realistically, he can’t do anything to hurt you… He could end up getting angry and disgusted you won his call when the majority of his fan base has always been women.
Reaching over, you grabbed your phone and looked at the email, wondering if it’d be worth it. Just as you were about to email back that you couldn’t do it—you got a text message on your Twitter.
𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 :
↳ Did you get the email?
You fainted.
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“You boys are so overdramatic.”
You can hear Nobara judging you. You feel the soft winds of someone fanning you, your head resting gently on their legs. With hesitance, you open your eyes, the harsh fluorescent lights blinding you.
Oh, it’s just Inumaki and Megumi.
Inumaki was the one holding your head on his lap while Megumi lazily fanned you with a makeshift paper fan. Megumi rolled his eyes once he noticed you were awake, moving to get up from the floor.
“Good?” Megumi asked, holding his hand out as he helped you get up.
‘We found you on the floor,’ Inumaki signed, getting up as well. ‘What happened?’
You pursed your lips, unsure if you wanted to tell them that you got shocked that a pornstar you’ve been following for over a year now messaged you. Nobara was heard stifling with laughter in the corner.
You quickly, and messily, signed that you were fine back to Inumaki. “Uh, just felt lightheaded. Y’know how the AC isn’t working well anymore.”
“Like those toys.” Nobara suddenly said.
‘Toys?’ Inumaki signed.
“You know what I mean, that emo boy of yours must use them too,” she said, ignoring the sudden blush on Inumkai’s face. Megumi groaned and moved to get his apron to begin his shift.
“Shut it, Nobara.” You whispered, glaring at her. She simply shrugged, smirking gleefully at the embarrassment she was bringing to you. You slipped out of your apron and placed it back, grabbing your bag as you began to clock out.
Inumaki and Megumi usually took over once you and Nobara were finished.
As you and Nobara left the cafe, she grinned mischievously at you. You looked straight ahead, not wanting to entertain her teasing.
“So, it couldn’t have been the email that you made you pass out like that. What was it?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullcrap!”
With a swiftness, your phone in your back pocket was gone. She easily dodged you as she began checking your phone, trying to see what had caused your fainting spell. Once she checked your notifications, she barked out a laugh.
“Oh he practically wants you! ‘Did you get the email?’ So desperate already,” she snickered, beginning to type something on your phone.
“Nobara?!”
After hitting send, she pushed your phone to your face, showing what she had just sent him.
𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚
↳ yes!!! <333
↳ Sorry, I was just so shocked I won!!!
What time are you thinking about?
“Mooniebunnie? What type of username…”
“I made it when I was like fourteen! Don’t judge.”
“Jeez, you’ve been on Twitter that long?”
“Nobara!!”
“Oh he responded.”
“Hah?!”
𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚
↳ took you long enough.
↳ Saturday, 9 pm. I’ll only wait 5 minutes
↳ after the 30 minutes, you’re paying.
“Dick. The fucks his problem?”
“What’d he say?”
“You’d think he’s the one taking the dick up his ass.”
“Nobara..!”
“What? You can’t tell me this doesn’t come across as rude?”
She began typing for you again.
𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚
↳ just don’t disappoint me, 4 inch
↳ kisses <3
“Nobara?! What the hell?!”
“Hey, he started it. Anyway, your date is in two days. Good thing you don’t have a roommate anymore.”
You glared at her as she handed you back your phone. He didn’t seem to text back after that—only having a note that he certainly did read Nobara’s text. But to him, it was your text.
Gosh, you really didn’t want him to hate you.
But Nobara was right, he did seem a bit rude over text. Maybe he just texts a bit harsh but in person is nice.
Though it honestly felt you were creating excuses in your head at this point.
After splitting ways, you made it home to your small apartment. It was comfortable enough so you didn’t complain. Especially since it was in a good area. Nobara and her roommate, Maki, weren’t so lucky in the area they lived in.
Though it seemed like the burglaries that were happening there had finally slowed down.
Decorated in second hand items and anything you stole from your ex boyfriend and mother, your apartment was homey enough. The good thing was that you got an amazing view of the sunset in your room every afternoon.
The kitchen, dining, and living room was essentially just one full room. You had a foldable table to bring out whenever you ate dinner. Your tv was taken from your ex boyfriend, which was why it was so brand new compared to everything else.
You only have two other rooms. The master bedroom with an attached bathroom, and a small, small bedroom. You practically just made it an extra closet space because it was just too cramped to be in there for long period of times.
Especially with the fact it only had a small tiny square window all the way close to the ceiling.
It was after 8 p.m. when you plopped down onto your bed, finishing your daily home tasks. Washing the dishes, warming up dinner, watching a BL drama while crying in loneliness, and now—masturbation time.
You scrolled your phone, wondering if you should wank it out to some random twitter videos or go to the cam website.
Just as you were about to pull up your list of comfort gay videos, a notification rang on your phone.
𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 ➤ ❝a creamy fill❞
Your fingers moved lightning speed. A bit embarrassing, really. Slipping off your boxers, you reached over and grabbed your lube, squirting a good amount on your fingers.
Despite him constantly fucking girls—you always watched. Something about him was captivating, even though you never saw his face. The girls face was almost always shown. But like always, the comments are filled with girls saying they love him.
The video started out with the girl in his lap, withering as his fingers spread her pussy open, his other hand resting comfortably on her throat. The only sliver of emotion you could see from him, was the small angle of his lips in frame.
Like always, he was smirking.
You never really enjoyed the beginning of his videos, since it focused heavily on getting the girl to cum from oral sex. Which was good for the girls—but not for you.
So, you usually focused on getting yourself ready for your dildo.
It was one you bought on a whim. But you had never meant for it to be so large, a length of seven, more so eight, inches. You would’ve thrown the thing out if it wasn’t the only dildo you had.
And there was no way you were going to go back to that sex store and get a new one.
You tuned them out for a few minutes, focusing on stretching yourself. It was always tedious, wishing it was someone else doing it for you. Just as you felt ready enough for your dildo, you finally glanced back at your phone.
The girl was now screaming, in pleasure, as he slammed his hips against her ass. It harsh and unforgiving—leaving the girl no chance to stay still. They were in a doggy style position, her face right up to the camera as she mewled and cried.
His grip was on her waist, pulling her back whenever she tried to pull away a bit in a way to slow it down.
“That’s a good girl.”
Boner gone.
You groaned. You loved hearing his voice, he sounded hot. But you hated it whenever he used that fucking word. Any type of “girl” or even more feminine terms always made you lose your boner.
There was nothing else you could really do at that point.
That’s why you mainly watched his solo streams.
With a huff, you placed your dildo back in its drawer and turned off your phone just as the girl reached her climax.
This guy was obviously straight…
You were really wondering if it’d be worth it.
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“Ready for your big day, (Name)?”
‘What big day?’
You quickly glared at Nobara, hoping she wouldn’t tell Inumaki anything. Inumaki looked a bit confused—mostly in why you were so angry.
Isn’t today supposed to be special?
“Oh, nothing. It’s just… Saturday, who doesn’t love a Saturday?”
Inumaki raised an eyebrow. ‘It’s a normal Saturday.’
“Mhm, not for our (L.Name) (Name) here.” She winked, obviously enjoying the flushed look on your face.
The entire shift was spent with Nobara making innuendos and Inumaki looking confused by the minute. It wasn’t until your shift was over, and Megumi and Itadori came, that Nobara seemed to just blurt it out to Inumaki.
“He won a call with his favorite pornstar!”
‘You have a favorite pornstar..?’
“Nobara!” You screamed, slapping your hand against her lips as she stared at you in triumph.
Looking back at Inumaki who didn’t seem to be judging you, just a bit perplexed. Which isn’t shocking. He has a fucking boyfriend—you doubted he needed to watch pornstars religiously to get his socks off.
You shrieked as Nobara licked your hand, forcing you to pull away and quickly wipe them off on your pants.
“Yeah! That’s what I said! Who has a favorite pornstar?!”
“Shut it!!”
Inumaki gave you a shrug, ‘no need to be embarrassed. We all have weird habits.’
Somehow that felt less comforting.
You signed back a thanks to Inumaki before turning your anger to Nobara. She willfully began whistling as she walked down the street, not paying you any mind.
In all honesty, you just hoped the call wouldn’t end up with you in tears.
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𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙮𝙚
↳ here’s the link.
↳ join in twenty minutes
Dick.
Nobara was right. With a huff, you set your busted laptop on the bed in front of you. It was a miracle this laptop could even come to life. As you were deep in thought, wondering if you were feeling brave enough to really join, you heard the sound of a ping.
It took a moment, but then you accepted the link, joining a private call with Sixeye.
It was his usual set up for his live streams. The sight of a wall decorated with bookshelves. You always just assumed it was an office room he had. He was dressed in a compression shirt and grey sweatpants.
Huh, he usually dressed nice for his cams because his fan girls loved seeing him in suits.
Something something daddy issues.
Guess you weren’t special enough for that.
“Guess you aren’t putting on your camera?”
You quickly typed a simple no. No way in hell were you showing this guy your face—no matter how many times you had cummed to his videos. A simple chuckle was heard. His camera was pointed solely at his chest and bottom half, his face no where in sight.
Which was natural, the most he ever showed was his lips.
Girls just went wild for a cool smirk or something.
“No requests? Usually you girls are quick to give me a whole script.” His laugh filled the room.
↳ Just act natural
You type, hoping that was enough to make him get straight into it. He was quiet for a moment, as if he was reading your text. It seemed he took your words to heart as he pulled down his sweatpants and his cock plopped out, resting against his stomach.
“Alright, just want a quick fap then.”
He reached down and rubbed his tip, teasing the slit as he slowly began jacking himself off. His cock was large, maybe around seven inches? It was similar to your dildo. His hands were big too. Gosh, everything about him was big.
He was definitely the one who helped you figure out your size kink.
The only sound by now was his soft grunts and his hand jerking off his cock. You slipped off your boxers and easily slipped in three fingers inside of yourself, having stretched it out a bit earlier. Now, you were just trying to get yourself excited.
You reached down to your laptop, moving it a bit further so you could get comfortable on the bed with more leg room. Your fingers rubbed against your prostate, teasing it just the way you wanted.
Your moans were always on the more high pitched side, almost sounding similar to a girl when you reached your orgasm. So it was something you were a bit self conscious of. But being alone in your own home, you didn’t hold back.
Rubbing against your prostate, your toes curled as you whimpered and bucked into your own hand. You tried to push back any feeling of disappointment that it wasn’t someone else making you feel this way.
“Changed your…mind, baby?”
“Ngh..?”
You opened your eyes and glanced back down at your laptop.
Oh god.
Your fucking mic was on!!!!
You screamed out, quickly clasping your mouth shut as you stared at the screen in horror. He heard you. He heard every little gasp and whimper you had made. How long had he heard you?
Why didn’t he fucking say anything?
“Screamer, huh? Noted.”
He teased. Even without seeing his face, you knew he was smirking.
“You….why didn’t you tell me?” You muttered, glaring at the screen.
But he didn’t answer. He seemed quiet for a moment. You watched as his hand stuttered on his cock. What? Did your voice sound that terrible?
“Speak.”
“Wha..?” You whispered, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
“Speak now. Loud and clear.”
You hated how authoritative he sounded. It felt like you couldn’t just no respond to his command.
“Uhm… why didn’t you tell me…?” You spoke louder, allowing your mic to pick up your voice this time. You thought maybe he just didn’t hear you.
“Shit. You’re a guy?”
With a brave face, you huffed. “Judging me?”
“No. Fucking finally.”
You felt yourself blush. He was… excited? He began stroking his cock again but this time, with more vulgarity. It was like he was actually turned on by you. You felt your own cock twitch.
Someone… interested… in you?
You grabbed your dildo that rested beside you on the bed, rubbing it against your hole. Any sort of self consciousness you felt with your moaning was thrown out the window as you didn’t hold anything back. Fuck it if you regretted it later.
Right now, you’re going to enjoy it.
As your dildo began stretching you full, you glanced at the button that would turn your camera on. This was a one time thing…
He’d never see you again…
Fuck it.
“Well aren’t you adorable..? Fuck, how big is it?”
“Seven… inches.” You whispered, feeling embarrassed about showing yourself. Your sweating body, flushed face, watery eyes, and your cock leaking on your tummy. You were glad you didn’t see his face…
So you didn’t have to know if he actually found you cute.
“Always the cute ones.” His laugh sounded strained, a soft huff following it as he continued teasing his tip. “Like it big, huh? Stretching you until you can’t take it anymore.”
“Didn’t.. mean to… get it so big.” You moaned, slowly teasing the dildo inside. Your camera was angled right between your legs, showing him the entire picture of the dildo slowly inching inside your puckered hole.
You arched your back, gasping once it finally reached its hilt, stuffing you full.
“Keep looking at the camera.”
You hadn’t even noticed you couldn’t be seen anymore. Moving around a bit, your face finally showed back on the camera. And you got a good sight of just how fucked out you looked just from a damn dildo.
“Good boy.” He whispered. “Y’know… I always put on a show for you guys—it’s time you do the same, hm?”
If you weren’t already itching for an orgasm, you would’ve ended the call immediately out of embarrassment. But you couldn’t back down now.
So, you moved to rest against your headboard, bringing in your laptop to get a good view of your face and ass. Tightening your grip on your dildo, you began thrusting it in and out, keeping a fast pace.
Your hips moved against the pace, your thoughts filled with the desire of a real cock fucking you. His hand gripping your waist, bouncing you on his cock like a toy just for his pleasure. But you had to deal with this pisspoor dildo.
The sound of squelching, your moans, and his grunts filled the room. You were so close, wishing to moan his name but no way in hell were you going to moan his fucking username.
“W…wan..na…moan..name..” you barely sputtered out, your moans betraying you whenever you tried to speak a full sentence. A cry left your throat when the dildo brushed against your prostate. You quickly made sure to continuously hit that area, your moans reaching higher in pitch.
Your orgasm was close.
You suddenly heard him grunt loudly. When you glanced at the camera, you saw his grip tighten as cum spurted onto his shirt. Did your moans…?
Not wanting to feel any misplaced confidence, you pushed the thought away. No way did your moans make him cum.
The sound of shuffling caught your attention as you saw him reach for his camera.
And then—
The camera was on his fucking face.
His lips turned up into a smirk, his eyes staring straight into yours. Blue eyes and white hair. It looked soft even though the camera.
You came.
You fucking came.
Man, maybe those girls were right about smirks being sexy…
Your toes curled as you arched your back, gripping the bedsheets as your cock came all over your stomach. The only sound left was the sound of your heavy breathing as you tried to calm down—having never orgasmed that intensely before.
“Did you… cum from seeing my face?”
He sounded so fucking cocky.
“Bye!” You yelled, slamming your laptop shut.
You totally did.
You sat in your room for about two minutes before screaming in embarrassment. No way in hell could you ever watch his streams again!!! You came!! You came from seeing his face!!
God….
That was embarrassing…
At least you would never interact with him again.
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“No way! From his face?!”
Nobara screamed laughing, her cackling echoing in the empty cafe. You could only focus on putting the cakes on display, trying to ignore the embarrassment in your heart.
“Gosh! Megumi! You heard about—”
“Don’t bring me into this.” He answered bluntly.
It had been a few days now since the… incident. You had blocked Sixeye’s account and haven’t watched any of his streams or videos ever since. It was just too embarrassing to watch them without thinking on how you came just from seeing his face.
But you kept thinking, why did he show his face?
It wasn’t like you were anything special. As the three of you continued getting the cafe ready for opening, Nobara continued making fun of you at any given chance. Megumi seemed to be in his own mind.
You had went to the back to grab some cups for the lattes and when you came back to the front, Megumi and Nobara were already speaking to some guy. He looked pretty tall, practically towering over Nobara.
But his back was facing you so you didn’t know who it was.
“Why are you even here?” Megumi asked, glaring at the stranger.
“Oh! Aren’t you Megumi’s friend?” Nobara questioned.
“Don’t insult me like that,” Megumi rolled his eyes before grunting as the stranger wrapped his arm around his neck.
“Aah~ Megumi~~ don’t be like that! I heard the cakes here were good. Can’t I try them??? Hm~?” The stranger teased, laughing slightly.
“Get off, you’re not getting a discount.”
“I didn’t say I wanted one… but now that you mentioned it~”
Nobara laughed, “no wonder you called him a blue eyed freak! He’s so annoying.”
“Megumi?!”
Megumi shrugged. “I’ve called you worse in my head. (Name), take Gojo’s order before I kick him out.”
Gojo huffed before finally turning over to face you. Your eyes widened once you finally got a good look of him. It…
Sixeye?!
The cup you were holding were slipping out of your hands as Gojo tilted his head, eyes narrowing at your face before widening in recognition. A grin appeared on his lips.
“Today’s my lucky day, huh?”
It definitely wasn’t yours.
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Oop? Yall want a part 2? It’s so hard writing phone/facetime sex… I praise those who write it constantly lmao
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marwolaeth-76 · 4 months
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Hello :)
Can You do a one-shot or headcanon with Veneer from trolls 3 with a fem reader, were the reader is their manager or something like that but she has a crush on veneer that is very obvious and veneer likes to tease reader because of that ? 😅 is ok if you don't want to write this :)
Hey!! Thank you for your request! I enjoyed writing this, there are little headcanons and sketches, I hope this is what you wanted and you like it!🩷
Veneer x !femReader teasing headcanons
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°He would literally call you all sorts of cute nicknames, not because he usually does this with all people, although rarely, but for you it would be constant and intentional. The dude enjoys and is proud of your embarrassed reaction to this.
°Veneer does not detach from you for a second, it seems that it can be even more demanding than Corduroy, but all the quibbles that he can express to you are purely a reflection of the fact that he wants to tease you, so to speak, to check, to see the reaction. He likes to see how you become stupid in his presence, how desperately you try to keep a cold face.
°while fiddling with paperwork in your office, Veneer often comes to you, under the pretext that «he is your boss and has the right to control your work» but for some reason he doesn’t care at all about his other employees. Feeling the gaze of the big blue eyes of a pop star, your brain melts, your thoughts get confused into one lump and it’s difficult for you to continue working at the same pace as before. Frozen in one place and looking into the space above the laptop, you are unable to do anything, just waiting for what witty phrase will be said by the little attractive bastard who came here at such an inopportune time. “Well, well, kitty, while you spend time looking at the dust on your keyboard, productivity drops, if I didn’t control this, you would continue to shirk!” - Veneer understood that the reason for your behavior was precisely his visit, knowing that you would not turn your head towards him, he also gave the blush on his face. Smiling mischievously at his latest teasing of you, he walked out of your office, quietly closing the door.
°Knocking on the door of Velvet and Veneer's dressing room, you notify them that the equipment is almost ready for rehearsal, and in (…) time it will be ready. Having heard absolutely no response, not even Velvet’s languid sighs, you became worried. After knocking a couple more times and asking if everything is okay, you decide to go inside. Inside, all you could find was Venir lying alone on the couch with his eyes closed, but it didn’t really look like he was sleeping. For a second you were overcome with panic, you quickly approached the pop star, throwing away all your embarrassment in front of his sweet face, you frantically asked if everything was okay. He was still silent with the same beautiful eyes closed. Being the drama queen you are, you've already come up with the worst possible scenario for why he could be lying there like that. You slowly knelt down in front of the sofa, and tilted your head towards Veneer’s face, trying to catch your breath. Suddenly, the opening eyes of the star took you by surprise and swept away, frozen in place, you heard a bored voice and his smug expression on his face.“uhh, you can just ask for a kiss, honey pie, don’t have to force it while I’m dozing.” At this moment, Velvet enters the dressing room, seeing you bending over Veneer in dangerous proximity to his face, she simply snorted with displeasure
“Ugh, I don’t understand why you can’t postpone youre disgusting caresses after the rehearsal?”
And rolling her eyes, the older twin walked away, leaving behind the noise of heels on the tiles. Now, not only you were red, but also the one who was responsible for this room. “h-hah man, this action clearly has a rotten vibe, darling, just move your face away already..” It seems that after this it was Veneer who was the reddest in this situation.
°He asks you to give him a manicure. You, of course, tried to object to this, saying that you were hired not as a nail technician but as a manager, but Veneer’s pouty lips and face were displeased, and you simply could not object to him. And also his constant argument: “But Crimp did this, maybe it’s worth bringing her back?”, of course, after that all your arguments against disappear. At first, you were very embarrassed to do his manicure, but later you noted that every time you wait for Veneer to ask you to do it again. You enjoy holding his hands in yours, each time surprised at how soft and smooth they are. Noticing your admiration, he, hiding behind severe stress and fatigue from star life, asks you to also give him a hand massage, although this really relaxes him! Although sometimes you may notice small scratches on his hands, most likely the pop star wanted to play with his smuggled monkey.
°The constant mentions of Crimp's former assistant were literally driving you crazy. You wanted, no, you needed to know who she was. What if she and Veneer had a relationship?! What if she really is better than you... One day, while you were helping choose the color of lipstick for Velvet, you casually asked her who this Crimp was. To which Velvet gave a cursory answer that it was an annoying sponge that she wanted to fire «literally every day spent with this little splinter» After that, a silly smile did not leave your face, which Velvet called “stupid”, but you didn’t care , because now you know for sure that Veneer really tried to make you jealous.
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The Old-Fashioned Way
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Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader
Summary: You and Dean are having trouble trying to start a family. What happens when you turn to a spell for a possible solution? [Soulmate AU]
AN: Happy Valentine's Day! ❣️ Welcome back to the Never Say Goodbye-verse, my first ever Soulmate AU! Feels appropriate to celebrate today with some soulmates lol.
Honestly, I have really missed these two. I can’t believe it’s almost been a year since I wrote this series! And I’ve been wanting to find a way to come back to it, so when I recently got this request, I couldn't resist:
The reader finds out she is pregnant and Dean’s reaction.
But of course, I couldn’t make it that simple… This story takes place five years after the Bonus Tracks (3-part sequel).
Word Count: 5,000
Tags/Warnings: Established relationship (marriage). Soulmates, angst, issues in pregnancy, hurt/comfort, fluff, implied smut.
❤️ Series Masterlist
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Today marked five years that Dean had been an officer of the Sioux Falls Police Department.
After twenty-eight odd years of committing felonies of varying degrees…mostly for the greater good, he still found it strange sometimes.
He’d been partnered with his father-in-law, Jack, and by now, Dean had finally lost his sense of “imposter syndrome.”
Jody bought him a pie to commemorate the occasion, and while a little embarrassed, he wasn’t mad about it. The precinct employees now shared the dessert on paper plates from their respective desks and cubicles.
Dean sat in the bullpen with Jack (who was on a call), Jody, and even Jessie Deluca, the boy he’d once arrested for stealing candy and groceries from a gas station.
Well, Jessie wasn’t such a kid anymore. He was now their 18-year-old intern.
“How’s the boysenberry?” Jody asked Dean. Her lips curved upward when he turned to her with a crumb-covered smile. 
“Real good,” he said.
She couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I can’t with this. Come ‘ere.”
She grabbed a napkin and leaned over to wipe at his mouth the way a mother would her errant child. Dean just rolled his eyes.
“Really?” he snipped.
“You look like my five-year-old son after a round of SpaghettiOs,” she said.
“Makes you wonder how his wife deals with him,” Jessie muttered under his breath while he entered expense reports into his computer. Never mind that he had a purple berry stain around the corner of his mouth.
Dean shot him a wry look, along with his crumpled napkin.
“I don’t wanna hear that from a punk like you,” he teased. “You haven’t had a girlfriend since…what, junior prom?”
Jessie fended off the stained napkin with a grimace. But he also smarted at the dig. His arms crossed defensively as he leaned back in his chair.
“As a matter a fact, I’ve got a date on Friday,” he sniffed. “And no, I’m not telling you her name.”
Dean and Jody shared an amused look.
“Aww, look at him, pretending he’s got a date,” Dean said. He fought a deeper grin when Jessie threw the disgusting napkin back at him.
“Fine! Her name’s Annie. You happy now?” Jessie said.
Dean shared another look with Jody.
“Aww, he’s actually got a date,” said Dean. He smirked at the kid next. “Lemme know if you need to borrow some cologne. Chicks dig that.”
“Ugh,” Jessie groaned. He leaned his elbows on his desk and pushed the palms of his hands into his eyes. He knew he’d be catching flack on this for the rest of the week.
Dean chuckled, but before he had a chance to tease their intern some more, his cell phone rang. It was you, and he felt his good mood continue as he answered.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hey, how’s the day going?” you asked.
“Good,” he replied. “We’re on lunch break. Jody got me a pie for my five-year mark at the PD.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet…literally. She knows you too well,” you laughed.
He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, she really does.”
“Tell her and everyone else I said hi.”
“Will do,” he said with a smile. “You just callin’ to check up on me?”
“Well, that, and…when are you getting home tonight?” you asked. The smooth, leading note of your voice had Dean’s lips curving into a smirk.
“Ah, well…” He pushed away from his desk and stepped away from the bullpen for a little privacy in the hall. “That depends. What’s going on?”
“Let’s just say…I have an idea,” you replied. It had Dean’s brows raising. You’d been having a lot of ideas for the past year, and he’d been more than ready and willing for most of them.
“Oh, yeah?” he intoned. While he leaned against the wall in the main hallway of the precinct, his arm crossed under his elbow as he continued holding the phone to his ear. “What’d you have in mind?”
“You’ll just have to find out,” you said.
It only took his brain about a moment and a half to compute.
“All right. In that case, I’ll try to be home promptly at six, barring there’s no shootouts at the 7-Eleven,” he quipped.
“Ugh, please, don’t even joke about that,” you said, your tone sobering.
Dean realized, without even having to read his soulmate’s thoughts, that you were reminded of the last time an explosive incident happened at the local gas station, just two weeks before their wedding day. He dimmed as well. 
“Yeah, ‘m sorry,” he said, swiping a hand over his mouth. “Uh…okay. I’ll see you tonight, sweetheart.”
“Okay, be careful,” you said. You always said it—in the morning, whenever he left for work, whenever you two managed to talk during the day. It was routine, but it also wasn’t. 
And you still wished him a good rest of his day before you hung up. Dean pocketed his phone and returned to the bullpen, where Jody was putting away the rest of the pie. He eyed her just to know exactly where she was setting it down in the kitchen, for future reference.
Jessie peered up from his computer and asked if that was you on the phone.
“Yeah, she says hi,” Dean replied.
Jessie smirked. “‘Course she does. I’m her favorite.”
Dean shot him a look, knowing the kid liked you probably even more than he liked Dean. You’d become like a big sister to Jessie…but it didn’t stop Dean from occasionally being annoyed. 
“Shut up and eat your pie.”
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Dean arrived that night, more or less on time, to find that you’d cooked up a feast. It was laid out across the dining table: steak, scalloped potatoes, carrots and broccoli, and even freshly baked cornbread with butter. 
“Is it my birthday again?” he asked, despite it already being February. 
He ventured into the kitchen where you were getting two bottles of beer. You looked up at him with a smile when he came over and held you from behind. You enjoyed the warmth of his body pressed against your back, while his hands found your hips.
“I cook all the time, Dean,” you pointed out. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head in greeting.
“Hmm. Yeah, but now my spidey senses are tingling,” he said.
You set down the beer before turning in his embrace and twining your arms around his neck. Already he could feel your anticipation through the soul bond, but that was all you were letting him sense. You were keeping your walls up a bit, to stop him from hearing your thoughts. In this case, it felt like a tease.
You tilted your head, a smile playing across your lips. “Oh, yeah?”
Dean smirked down at you. “Oh, yeah.”
You laughed and let him greet you properly with a kiss. You returned it, affectionately caressing his cheek, but you stopped him before he could start pressing you harder into the counter. You held up a placating hand against his chest.
“Wait, wait, the food’s gonna get cold,” you said. And all too quickly, you’d extricated yourself from his arms and went to finish placing the silverware on the table. Dean begrudgingly followed suit by helping you with the glasses and plates.
Dinner was delicious. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a steak that good; you two had been scrounging and saving to get out of this apartment and buy a house, along with other things you and Dean had been planning for your future.
By the time the leftovers were put away and the dishes were put in the dishwasher, he started to sense that you were ready to come around with the real reason you’d called him at work today, let alone made such a nice and expensive meal. You went over to where he stood at the kitchen sink and rubbed his arm.
“Hey,” you greeted.
Dean tried to stifle his knowing smile. “Yeah?”
But when he looked over at you, he realized you seemed nervous, not flirtatious. You were serious, and now, he was concerned.
“What?” he asked.
You sighed, hesitating for a moment. Then you went over to a nearby drawer and got some rubber gloves you always kept at work and at home—the kind doctors wore.
You went for your large work bag that normally stored your laptop and files, and instead, you pulled out an old book. Dean’s brows raised of their own accord, considering the last time you accidentally trifled with a book like that.
“What the hell is that?” he asked, with some trepidation. You laid the book out on the kitchen counter.
“It’s a journal of some kind, written in Latin, dating back from the late 1500s. Can you believe that?” Your head raised from where you were examining the cover and spine, but Dean was incredulous.
“What’re you doing with that?” he asked. Your lips pursed, and he felt a tendril of your guilt.
Most likely, you’d taken it from the museum where you worked without permission. You were in charge of the growing library of ancient texts that were stored there, and most of them were too old and valuable for exhibition, even behind glass. He doubted you were even allowed to open this book, let alone “borrow” it from the museum.
You sighed and held up a placating hand. “Okay, Dean, just hear me out.”
You opened the book to a page you’d placed a strip of paper in for bookmarking purposes. You pointed at a page filled with scrawled words that Dean didn’t really understand. Sam was always better at reading Latin.
“That is a fertility spell,” you said.
The weight of that fell between you for a moment, rendering Dean speechless. It took a few seconds for his brain to register what you were saying, followed quickly by a sad, contemplative frown as he stared back at you. You were serious about this, even hopeful. 
“Sweetheart, we don’t need that,” he said, shaking his head. Your expression firmed, though it became touched with melancholy.
“It’s been a year, Dean,” you said. “We’ve been trying for a year, and I’m still not pregnant.”
He blew out a breath. “The doctor said—”
“We’ve done everything the doctor said,” you snapped. “Fertility treatments are either going to take too long or are too expensive, and they still carry risks.”
“And this isn’t a risk?” Dean shot back, gesturing at the book. “You don’t know if this will work, or what the hell it’ll really do to you.”
Your brows furrowed, but you didn’t back down. You held your hands to your hips.
“Uncle Bobby said it’s legit,” you said. Dean blinked in surprise. He shifted back on his heels and crossed his arms.
“You ran this by Bobby before me?” he said. You could feel the small lance of his upset, as well as see it across his face.
You bit the inside of your lip. “I just wanted to make sure!”
Dean took in a deep breath. He mentally counted to five.
“What exactly did he say?” he asked.
You paused at that. “…Well, he said it was a real spell.”
His brows rose. “And?”
“And…that magic is unpredictable and we should talk about it first. But that’s why we’re talking now!” you reasoned. 
Your husband’s gaze lifted heavenward as he threw up his hands in aggravation.
“Dean—” you tried, but it didn’t stop him from snatching up the book. Despite your protests, he took it with him into the master bedroom you shared and shoved the book into his nightstand. You had followed him this far, but you stopped short when he turned around to face you.
“I will check this out,” he said, and his tone boded no argument. “But for the record, I’m against this. Magic is unpredictable at best, and not for nothing, it always comes at a price. I’ll be damned if you’re gonna pay it again.”
You paused. Hearing the vehemence in his tone, feeling the force of emotion behind his words, and your own circling memories of being possessed by a magic-wielding goddess…it had you nodding in agreement, even as tears welled up in your eyes.
Dean faltered a little inside. Always the damn tears. He gathered you into his arms and held you close in comfort. He pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“We’ll figure this out. I promise,” he said.
You tried to believe him.
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Late that night, however, you couldn’t help yourself.
Once you were sure Dean was asleep beside you, hearing his deep, even breaths, you made your move. Dressed in just an old college shirt and some pajama shorts, you slid out of bed and tiptoed over to his nightstand to get the book.
You took it into the kitchen and started assembling the ingredients Bobby had reluctantly helped you translate. (He didn’t know that you had taken a couple of items from his house for the spell.) 
You prepared them in a bowl. The resulting liquid looked brown and disgusting. You mixed it around, grimacing at the smell, and carefully poured it into a glass. The last thing the spell required was a few drops of your blood, and then you were supposed to drink it. 
God, this is terrible, you thought. Part of you couldn’t believe you were going through with this, but…you grabbed a kitchen knife in order to make a shallow cut on your palm. 
The steel was poised against your hand. You took a fortifying breath, but before you could cut into your skin, Dean grabbed your wrist with a strong grip, startling a gasp out of you.
“What the hell are you doing?!” he said, or more like shouted. He was irate, his voice bounding off the walls of the apartment.
You knew he had every right to be, and you didn’t have a good answer for him. Shock had stifled you into silence.
Dean let go of you and took the glass next. He peered in disgust at the concoction inside, but he quickly dumped it into the sink and ignored your protests. He threatened to burn the damn book next.
“Dean, stop! Please,” you said tearfully as you stilled his hands on the book. “If there’s some kind of price to the spell, I’ll pay it!”
“What’re you talking about! Are you crazy?” he asked, through furrowed brows. You squeezed his hands.
“Believe me, I love what we have. I love our life, my job, all of it,” you said. “But I want a family, and I want it with you.”
Dean started to soften at that, when you met his eyes. You paused, taking in a shaky breath.
“It should be simple, but it’s not," you said. "I just can’t understand why it’s so impossible. Why…why there’s something wrong with me.”
Dean’s anger broke down, bit by bit the more you spoke. He let go of the book and reached for you. He held you against his chest, rubbing your back as you quietly wept. You tried to stifle it, but that just made your body tremble even more. He did his best to steady you, rocking you back and forth. His eyes closed for a moment.
You both knew that the expensive fertility doctor hadn’t found anything wrong with either of you, even after a month of testing.
“In certain cases, it just takes longer for some couples,” she’d said. But clearly, you had just been blaming yourself. Dean couldn’t abide that.
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he said firmly. “Believe me, I want that too. But I also want to make sure you’re safe.”
Emotion clogged in his throat when he thought about what might’ve happened if he hadn’t stopped you. And in turn, you sobered even more when you managed to pick up on his thoughts.
“If something would’ve happened, and I was too late to stop it,” he said, clearing his throat. “…I just can’t, okay?”
After a moment, you nodded. You allowed yourself to rest against his chest and try to calm the racing of your heart. All the while, you tried your best not to resent him for stopping you.
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The next day was a Saturday. You slept in because your body needed it, after the stress of last night. When you woke up, Dean wasn’t beside you. His keys and the Impala were gone, but he’d left you a text: he’d gone to your uncle Bobby’s place. 
And you saw that he’d taken the book as well. Predictable. 
You felt bad for how you tried to go behind your husband’s back, but if you were honest with yourself, you were still upset at him for stopping you, even if you understood why he did it. 
You sat on the edge of your bed. Not for the first time since you and Dean were separated by miles of roads and his family’s mission to find the thing that killed his mother, you found yourself praying. 
Please, God…or if there’s even anyone up there…please help me.
For a while, there was silence in the room. 
But even if your eyes were open, you wouldn’t have seen the being that was standing in front of you. He stared down at you with a tilted head, finding himself a bit too curious. Hesitantly, he reached his hand out and touched your forehead. 
You didn’t completely register the feeling that washed over you. It was like the tingling of a breeze across your skin. You took it for a chill in the room as you shivered a little. Then you opened your eyes, and resigned yourself to starting your day. 
Castiel left the room with but a thought and a flutter of wings. 
He knew he was only supposed to observe Michael’s vessel, not his soulmate. And yet, with one touch, he had sensed the rare genetic defect your doctor had missed.
Your mother had unknowingly suffered the condition as well. Your father never told you this, but she’d nearly lost you in the early stages of her pregnancy. It had been a miracle that you were born at all. 
Castiel fixed the problem. 
He knew what Uriel, or even Naomi would say. Perhaps they didn’t need to know, in this case. They were both far too busy for worldly trifles. Even so, Castiel knew he wasn’t authorized to heal you.
Still, it felt…right. And so, he did it. 
It confused him.
…Maybe it isn’t something to be closely examined, he thought.
With that agreement within himself, he resolved to leave that decision behind him, and continue watching from afar. Those were his orders, after all.
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Visiting Bobby Singer wasn’t as productive as Dean wanted it to be. The men had been arguing in Bobby’s living room for close to an hour.
Dean was upset with him for translating that goddamn spell for you, but the old man didn’t have a good answer. They both knew you were like a daughter to him.
“She came in hot, all damn stubborn and sass up to here,” Bobby said, holding a hand up to his forehead. “But you try sayin’ no when the waterworks starts.”
…Dean could concede that, but he rubbed his face in frustration. 
“What do I do here, Bobby?” he asked, holding up the spell book in question. Apparently, it was more like a journal; it was rumored to have belonged to a sixteenth-century witch named Rowena. “I don’t trust this thing. Deep in my gut, I know it.”
Bobby considered him for a moment. In fact, he gave Dean a long-suffering look that made him really see Bobby’s age. 
“Then trust your gut, son,” was all he said. 
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Dean returned home with a peace offering: some apple crumble pie. You were lying on the sofa watching mindless TV, still in your pajamas. Your mental walls were down, so Dean could both see and feel how miserable you were. 
He took out the pie from the small bag of groceries he carried and held it up so you could see.
“I come bearing sugar,” he said. He also set down a bottle of wine on the dining table. You were focused on the pie, however.
“Who’s that for, me or you?” you dryly remarked. 
“I got ice cream too,” he said, shaking the grocery bag. 
You smiled a little, but he could feel through the bond that you were still sour at him. He sighed and went over to you. He set down the bribery on the coffee table and settled a hand on your pajama-clad thigh. 
“Sweetheart, I am sorry.” 
Sighing, you turned off the TV and sat up against the other end of the couch. You eyed him with a frown.
“You’re not sorry about chucking the spell,” you accused. Or for stealing the book you’d eventually have to bring back to work, lest your boss notice something amiss in the inventory.
“No, I’m not,” said Dean. “It was dangerous. I felt it. And that gut feeling? That’s what’s saved me more times than I can damn count.” 
You were still upset, you couldn’t deny…but you understood his point. When he beckoned you over, you were more willing to go to him. After you scooted closer, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“Look, I’ll go to whatever doctors you want, try whatever treatments, however long it takes,” he said.
You sighed, but you eventually agreed with a teary nod. “Okay. Thank you.”
Even with that, Dean wasn’t convinced that he was getting through to you. He was picking up on a thread of hopelessness that you were trying to hide.
He’d just have to change that.
“But…” He earned your attention by squeezing your side. His lips formed a grin. “I still think we can do this the old-fashioned way.”
He slowly rubbed a hand up and down your back. With the other hand, he reached for your face, tracing your lower lip with his thumb. You smiled slightly at his teasing. Part of you wanted to heed the suggestion in his eyes, and the familiar warmth and promise in his touch. The other, more vulnerable part of you hesitated.
When you caught sight of something over his shoulder, you had to smile a little more.
“I see you got a bottle of Merlot,” you said. A notable upgrade from beer. You couldn’t remember the last time Dean had willingly bought some “bougie-ass” wine.
“A little pie, a little booze…” you noted.
Dean grinned. “I’m thinking we have a not-so-quiet night in.”
Your brows rose, and you hummed in surprise. “Is my husband trying to butter me up?”
“Nah,” he said, tilting your face back up to his. “Your husband’s trying to seduce you.”  
You giggled at that…at first. But it seemed he was serious.
You accepted his passionate kiss. Closing your eyes, you reached blindly for his shirt and held on while his lips moved ardently against yours. Through the bond, you felt his desire like it was your own.
In the five years you’d been married, and the years you were together even before, there were often moments where it was impossible to discern what was him and what was you. 
The beautiful thing about it was, that part didn’t matter too much. Especially not when you and Dean became a tangle of limbs, lips, and tongue on the couch. He ridded you of your threadbare pajamas, and you helped him halfway out of his shirt and jeans before he yanked the rest of it off himself.
And all while he drew lusty moans and sighs and pleasure from your body in the comfort of your living room, the ice cream slowly melted in its container on the coffee table—completely forgotten, along with the pie.
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That night, you lied awake in his arms for a while. Round one on the couch had migrated to rounds two and three in the bedroom, and you were almost too exhausted to sleep. 
It had been months since you and Dean had sex without thinking of calendars and timing, optimal positions and ovulation.
This felt right, you thought, as you stroked his arm that was wrapped around your waist. Even though your skin was sticking to his under the sheets and your frizzy hair was probably tickling his neck, he didn’t seem to mind.
Dean? you tried through the bond, seeing if he was awake. He felt like he was still in-between wakefulness and sleep. At your prodding though, he slipped back into the former. 
“Hmm?” he replied. You let out a sigh in the dark. 
“I’m sorry I kind of tried to take matters into my own hands, with the spell.”
He hmphed in response. “Kinda?”
Your lips twitched upwards. 
“This is a ‘together’ thing,” you said. “I made it all about me.”
Dean shook his head at that. He responded through the bond. No, you didn’t.
I did, you insisted. You were right to stop me. I didn’t care about the consequences…but that’s not fair to you. To either of us.
He took that in with a deep sigh of his own.
“It’s okay. We want the same thing,” he said. “And we’ll get there, baby. Don’t you worry.”
“What makes you so sure?” you asked.
“…I don’t know. I just am.”
You closed your eyes, and once again, you tried to believe him. You let his heartbeat and the sound of his steady breathing lull you to sleep. 
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Nine weeks later…
You were alone in the bathroom at seven in the morning. After almost a month late on your period, you were also staring at two positive lines on your last pregnancy test. 
Ho…ly…shit.
Dean was already at work. This wasn’t something you wanted to tell him over the phone, however. 
How the hell am I supposed to keep this from him all day? you thought.
But then again, maybe this was a good thing. You had time to make sure.
So you called out of work for a personal day, and you immediately called your doctor on your way out to the closest pharmacy. You were going to need a few more tests. 
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When Dean eventually got home that evening, there were two pizzas waiting for him. The smell was already making his mouth water. He peeked under the hood of each box and rubbed his hands together. 
“Ooh, awesome.” Pepperoni, sausage, and double cheese. His favorite.
You appeared then from the kitchen with a strange smile on your face. 
“Hey!” you chirped, but you seemed a bit distracted as you pulled out a sheet pan of cookies from the oven. You nearly dropped them when the corner of the pan banged against the oven. 
Something was off with you. Dean knew it intuitively. He went over and tried to steady you with a hand on the small of your back. He could see that you were frazzled, but he realized, with a frown, that you had your walls up again. He couldn’t pick up on what you were thinking.
“You okay?” he asked. “What’s going on?”
“Uh…well, something,” you nodded and wiped your hands after you peeled the oven mitts off. “And I need to tell you about it before I bake everything in the house, including the expired bran muffins.”
Dean was growing more concerned by the moment. He knew for a fact he’d hidden that bran muffin mix deep in the pantry, so you wouldn’t force him to eat a “healthy dessert.”
“Okay, what?” he asked.
You paused, steeling yourself with a breath.
You then took his hand and led him to the bedroom, into the adjoining bathroom. Across the entire counter were no less than seven pregnancy tests. 
All positive.
Dean’s breath caught in his lungs. Slowly he turned back to you with his widened eyes.
“Surprise?” you smiled, a little nervously. 
Dean grasped the counter and had to sit down hard on the closed toilet seat. 
“Yeah, I did that too,” you said. You couldn’t help but giggle as you caressed his face. He grabbed your hip, both to bring you closer and for added stability. You two had been trying to make this happen for over a year, but the gravity of this being real was finally hitting him. 
He stared up at your face with a growing smile. “This is happening.” 
You nodded, smiling through your burgeoning tears. 
“Yeah. It is,” you replied. “Dean, you’re gonna be a dad.”
That realization had him nodding, swallowing hard and blinking past a sting in his eyes. 
He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you in between his knees. You threaded your fingers through his hair, and his head came to rest against your stomach. He pressed a kiss there, over your shirt. 
After a moment to gather himself, he rocked back onto his feet. Then he enveloped you in a secure and warm embrace. He kissed the side of your head, and you felt his smile there.
“We did it, baby,” he said.  
“And that was the easy part,” you quipped, making him laugh. Yet the holy shit of it all hit him in a new wave—one you felt through the bond. You had to take a deep breath to steady yourself as well.
“Oh my God, this is happening,” he repeated.
You uttered a tearful laugh. “Uh, yeah, Dean.”
He was still smiling, but it started to dim a little. 
“We’re ready, right?” he asked.
You chuckled, wiping at your eyes. “We better be.”
Dean nodded and pulled back enough to see your face. You met his gaze. Maybe you’d just had more time than him to process it all, but you finally felt a sense of peace.
“Together, right?” he said.
“Yeah,” you smiled. “Together.”
Dean let out a deep breath. “Shit, I gotta tell Sam.”
Your smile brightened and you squeezed his arms.
“Let’s call him!" you said. "Hopefully Eileen’s there too.”
The two had moved in together a couple of years ago, after Eileen officially retired from hunting. But she often had long shifts at her job, just like Sam did at the law firm he started working for after he graduated from law school, near the top of his class.  
While you and Dean went into the bedroom to call Sam together, an angel watched from a distance, unseen by human eyes.
He found himself smiling.
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AN: Ahh I'm soft. 🥰 I hope you all enjoy this as much as I had fun diving back into Never Say Goodbye.
And I won't say that I'll never come back to it in the future...for obvious reasons. 😉
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The Girl in IT - 6. The Adults are Talking
A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU
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Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI)
Chapter Summary: Sugar finds her voice amongst the people who want to see her fail.
Chapter Warnings and Tags: No outbreak AU, Boss x Employee Relationship, Sugar Daddy Lite, Smut, SO MUCH SMUT, Age Gap, Older Man/Younger woman, So much dirty talk, Office sex, Breeding kink, Sugar's parents are the worst and treat her like garbage, Sugar finally finds her voice and stands up to her father, Some angst, No beta we die like men!
Word Count: 5.3K
A/N: And here we go, the chapter where Sugar and Joel finally face off with her parents. This does edge onto angst, as I really wanted to showcase just how Sugar's upbringing really affected her mental health, and how she overcomes it. I cried writing this chapter, because I know how it feels to have people in your life just waiting for you to fuck up, and it's something Sugar has had to deal with all of her life. Honestly, this chapter makes me nervous because I know you all are expecting all of the fluff and smut that Joel and Sugar should be having, but I promise this will probably be the only chapter with heavy stuff. It'll be smooth sailing after this!
"So, I heard an interesting rumor floating around the club lately."
"Good morning to you too, Mother," you mutter, keeping your eyes on the road. "Who's the poor unfortunate soul this time?"
There's a brief pause before your mom responds, her voice almost hesitant. "Well, darling, you know I usually don't pay attention to the ladies and their gossip, but-"
"Just tell me already, Mom!" you exclaim, turning into the office parking lot.
"Well," she starts, "I heard that Joel Miller has gotten himself a... what do you call them? A Sugar Baby? Marcia told me that Lenore from Neiman Marcus said they had-" she clears her throat, "sex," she whispers, "in the dressing room! How scandalous! I heard she's a pretty little young thing! I swear, if that was my daughter, I would die of embarrassment!"
You slam on the brakes suddenly, your eyes widening in shock. Someone honks behind you in response, but you can't pay it any mind. The blood rushes to your ears as you start to hyperventilate.
"Sugar? Are you there? Is it true? Have you noticed anything at work lately?" you hear your mother from across the line. "Hello?!"
You take a deep breath, pulling into the nearest empty stall. "I'm here, Mom," you say shakily, cutting the ignition and resting your head on the steering wheel.  
"Well, it's shameful, that sort of behavior," your mom continues, "It's a good thing your father and I raised you right!" she tsks, and you imagine her shaking her head in disgust as she inspects her nails. "Besides, I have nothing to worry about when it comes to you, baby."
That's what gets your attention. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, come on, baby. That kind of behavior isn't something I would associate with you," she coos, "besides, the girl they said Joel was with was really pretty-"
"Are you implying that I'm not attractive enough for someone like Joel?" you ask incredulously, your hands gripping the steering wheel until your knuckles turn white. "What if that girl in the rumor was me, Mom? What then? Would you actually die from embarrassment?"
"... but it wasn't you, Sugar. I raised you better than that, no matter how pretty you could be. I mean, if you just weren't so plain, maybe I would believe that it was you that was in that dressing room with him, but those kinds of girls, baby, that ain't you-"
"Mom," you sigh, feeling the impending headache that usually accompanies conversations with her, "I'm hanging up now."
"Wait!" your mom sputters, "Don't forget about the dinner tonight!"
"What dinner?"
"Oh, don't tell me you forgot!" your mother exclaims, a hint of outrage in her voice. "It's our Ruby wedding anniversary! I sent you an invite. How could you forget? Your father is looking forward to seeing you. Now that you have your big girl job and live on your own, acting like we don't exist. You would think after paying for your education, you would be more grateful-"
"Fine, Mom, I'll be there! What time is it?" you cut her off, the tears already forming at the corner of your eyes. You don't want to be subjected to another one of her guilt trips, fully aware that she'll win, every time. "And I assume it'll be cocktail attire?"
"Oh, yes," your mother purrs, "At 6. I'll make sure the caterers add a place setting for you. Do you need to borrow anything of mine to wear? I'm not sure if you were able to shed those ten pounds I've been telling you to lose. I don't know if anything I have would fit those hips of yours-"
"Two."
"What was that, darling?" you take note of the hesitation in your mother's voice.
"Tell the caterers to put two more settings at the table, Mom."
"Why?" your mother asks, clearly in shock. "Sugar, are you seeing someone? Who is it? Is it someone we know?"
"I guess you'll have to wait to find out," you say, a hint of satisfaction in your tone. "See you at 6!" you say hurriedly, hanging up before she could pry further.  
"Fuck." You mutter, slamming your head against the steering wheel once more. "Fuck my life."
Groaning, you snatch up your phone and purse, slamming the door of your Tesla as you stride into the office. With a determined look etched on your face, you attempt to breeze past Connie, resolute in avoiding another interrogation as you navigate down the hall.
"Good morning, Sugar!" she chirps. "So, about yesterday-"
"Not now, Connie!" you mutter, briskly pushing past her, laser-focused on reaching Joel's office. He's already at his desk, his gaze intensely fixed on his iPad, an apple pencil dangling from his mouth as he reviews schematics. You slam his office door behind you, his eyes darting toward you as you drop your purse on the floor. You discard your blazer, shove his office chair back, and settle onto his lap. Burying your face into his neck, the tears you've been holding back start to flow earnestly from your eyes.
Joel's arms instinctively wrap around you, drawing you close as he gently pulls back to get a good look at your face. "Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asks, his face etched with genuine concern. "Did Connie corner you in the lounge again? I swear Tess gave her the warning of a lifetime yesterday-"
"Are you busy tonight?" you cut him off, gasping for air, the weight of anxiety from your mother's conversation finally sinking in. "I know this is really last minute, but my mother-"
"Baby," Joel repeats, his hands firm on your arms, steadying you. "Breathe. What happened?"
"They know, everyone in Austin knows about us," you admit with a sniffle. "My mother called, mentioning that her friends at the club were gossiping about you having a sugar baby, and I completely forgot it's my parents' wedding anniversary tonight. I might have told her to add another place setting for you..." you stammer, "... and now I have nothing to wear. I can't borrow anything from her because I didn't lose the ten pounds she asked me to"
"Easy, Sugar," Joel murmurs, his lips grazing your forehead as his hands trace up your arms, providing a soothing touch. "Start from the top," he suggests, leaning back in his chair and gently pulling you against his chest, his fingers rhythmically rubbing your back. "You spoke to your mother today, and she mentioned a rumor going around about us, right?"
"Lenore might have let slip to one of her clients about our... moment in the dressing room," you confess against his chest.
You feel him sigh deeply, the gentle rumble of his chest against your face. "If they only knew that wasn't the case," he murmurs, kissing the top of your head. "You know that, right? You're everything to me, baby. You ain't no sugar baby, not to me."
"I know, Joel," you reply with a tiny sob. "It doesn't mean it hurts any less, though. It's like they want to see us fail, see me fail."
Joel pulls you away again, a serious look in his eyes. "Are you ashamed of this? of us? Do you see yourself as how they see you? Do you think I care what those old bitches say about me?"
You shake your head frantically. "No, Joel-"
"No one gave a damn about my life before all of this," he gestures toward his office, taking your hand in his, "and now that I finally have some worth in their eyes, it's like... I'm cattle being led to slaughter. I'll never get used to it."
"I grew up surrounded by that shit my entire life," you whisper sadly. "Every move I made was up for debate – what clothes I wore, who I decided to bring into my life. It was always dissected and analyzed as if everything I did could have a double meaning. I hated it, this constant scrutiny. I always had to be 'good,' never step out of line, and always know my place."
"Is that why you always felt the need to hide yourself all the time?"
"It's what made things easier, honestly." You fiddle with the button of his flannel. "I hated the attention, I hated that my mother would go into my closet every day and make sure I wore certain things that wouldn't embarrass her, that she would only feed me rabbit food so I wouldn't 'let myself go'. She came from nothing, you know? She was my father's secretary, getting swept away with his money and his connections. She was in my place, once. You would think that she would show me mercy." You laugh to yourself, bitterly. "I was always an embarrassment in my parent's eyes, not pretty enough, not smart enough, not driven enough. I worked my ass off, and they still treat me like they did when I was a kid. "
"Yet, here we are," Joel murmurs, a gentle understanding in his eyes as he reaches to caress your cheek. "You've overcome so much, and you're not defined by their standards. You're your own person, and you've earned your worth on your own terms."
You lean into his touch, finding solace in the warmth of his hand. "I never thought I'd find someone who sees past all that, someone who appreciates me for who I am. Crazy family and all."
Joel smiles tenderly. "Well, you have, and I see a remarkable person in front of me. The past is just that – the past. We're building our own story now, and you're not defined by anyone else's expectations."
You smile sadly at Joel. "I hate thinking about this, about my parents. It always puts me in a terrible mood. Can we talk about something else, please?"
"What do you need me to do, baby?" Joel breathes, "Do you want me to help you forget?" He helps you onto your feet, leaning your body against the edge of his desk. He pushes the hem of your dress up your thighs, the edge of your stockings being held by a garter exposed as your breath hitches on your throat. "Fucking exquisite," he says, his lips kissing your thigh. "What do you need?" he repeats, almost begging.   
"I need you to fuck the pain away, Joel," you whisper, spreading your legs further. "Help me forget, please," you beg, your back arching as his hands travel up beneath the fabric of your dress. His fingers make their way up to your core, and his fingertips graze the gusset of your thong, adding pressure as he traces along your slit through the wet fabric. Your legs start to shake as his finger slips beneath the fabric, the edge of his fingertips probing at your entrance. Joel hums in satisfaction. He slowly inches his fingers into you. "Do you think you can come, just like this?"
"Yes," you moan, hitching your leg higher as you place your foot on his desk chair. He slides his fingers into you, the squelch of your wetness echoing throughout his office walls as he prods into you, his eyes dark as he watches his fingers being swallowed whole in your pussy. "Fuck Joel, just like that-"
"Should we check something off from my list?" he asks, moving his fingers away from your pussy as you whine from the loss of sensation, putting the glistening digits into his mouth, savoring your taste.  
You nod eagerly. "Yes, Joel. Please-"
"Turn around for me, Sugar," he softly commands. "... and grab onto something." You oblige, slowly turning so you are facing his desk, his hands pushing your back so your chest is resting on its surface. Your hands grab onto the edge of it, pushing your ass higher as he lifts the hem of your dress, exposing your ass. You swear you can imagine his smirk as his hands travel up the globes of your asscheeks, his grasp harsh, squeezing the plumpness of it. He grips your thighs and spreads them wider, lifting your ass to be level with his cock. He starts to grind into your core, your body trembling in his wake.  
He hooks his fingers through the elastic edge of your panties, ripping it off your hips. You turn your head to face him, watching as he pockets the scrap of lace into his back pocket. "You won't be needing this," he whispers, and you watch as he unzips his jeans, pushing it down along with his boxer briefs, his cock swollen and leaking at the tip. You gasp at the sight, rolling your bottom lip against your teeth. He rubs his erection through your folds, notching the tip of your entrance. "I'm gonna need you to breathe, okay? Can you do that for me, Sugar?"
He slides in before you can reply, and your voice gets caught in your throat, the feeling of him inside of you so delicious you moan out in pleasure. He starts to fuck you slowly, deeply. "Fuck Joel, just like that-"
"Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good, so fucking tight!" he harshly grabs onto your hips as he begins to cant his hips against yours, the angle he set hitting you just right. The entire desk starts to shake as he pounds into you, and you have half of a mind to say something, but Joel continues his pace, his head thrown back, eyes closed.  Thank god for the carpet, you think to yourself.  
He gathers your hair, pulling your body towards his as he continues to thrust harshly into you. "You're so good like this, baby. So fucking good for me, right Sugar?" he rips your dress from the front, the buttons flying throughout his office, pulling your breasts from the cups of your bra. He's pumping into you relentlessly, his mouth latching onto your neck. He grabs your breasts, kneading and squeezing. "One of these days you'll let me fuck these," he breathes in your ear.
"Joel, my dress!" you exclaim. "I can't walk around the office with my tits out!"
"We're going shopping after this, baby, don't you worry. You can wear the shirt off my back for all I care, gonna have to teach Lenore a lesson for having a big fucking mouth-"
"Can we not talk about another woman when you're balls deep inside of me?" you whine, meeting his thrusts as you pull on his shirt, trying to keep your moans as silent as possible, not wanting the entire office to hear Joel railing you into oblivion. "Fuck Joel, can you fuck me harder?"
Joel halts, pressing his cock deep inside, his hands harshly grabbing onto your hips. He reaches behind him, rolling his desk chair towards him to sit as he pulls you onto his lap, impaling you. "You're gonna have to be real quiet for me, okay baby?" he whispers against your throat. "We shouldn't be doing this, but I can't fucking get enough of you. Want to claim you on every fucking inch of this office, do you want that, baby? for me to fuck you on every single surface of this office?"
"Yes!" you scream, hopping on Joel's cock as he thrusts up into you, the position allowing you to feel all of him. "Fuck Joel, I feel so fucking full, how are you this massive? Fuck-"
"I'm going to fill you up, make you take all of my cum, make you mine completely. Remember when I sang you that song all those years ago? I looked into your eyes and swore I saw my future children in your eyes, fuck, It's all I've thought about," he groans, and it stirs something deep inside of you, the thought of your children, with Joel's brown eyes and smile, running around in the house, laughing, playing, living a life you were denied as a child. "Are you going to be the mother of my children?"
"Yes! Yes, fucking fill me up, make me yours, I can take it, I can take it! Fuck a baby into me, baby, I'll be so good, so so good-"
Joel's hand goes to your clit, his fingers rough against the nub, rubbing it furiously as you chase your release. "Then fucking come for me, Sugar," he commands. Come for me on my cock and I'll give you the entire fucking world-" He covers your mouth with his hands, his thrusts slow and deep as you fall apart completely. He braces your hands on the edge of the desk as he kicks his chair backward, pounding into you as he chases his release, his face in your neck as he sucks on your pulse point. "You think it'll take this time? You gonna give me baby?"
"Yes! Fill me up, I want all of it!"
Joel groans at that, thrusting into you once more as he falls apart, coming into you deep. You feel his cum fill you so much to the point that it starts to leak out of you. Joel keeps himself inside, panting heavily against your neck. "Fuck baby, I love you so fucking much." He kisses your cheek, pulling himself out of you slowly as he slumps onto his chair once more, his head thrown back in exhaustion. He unbuttons his flannel, throwing it towards you. "Put this on," he says, shrugging his jacket on as you straighten yourself. You raise your eyebrows at him as you button on his shirt, drowning in it. Joel gives you a wry smile. "Cancel all of your appointments, we're going shopping."
"Oh yeah? Just drop work, just like that?"
"Yeah," he replies nonchalantly. "I think it's time we visit our good friend Lenore. Have a little chat."
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"Are you ready?" you nervously ask Joel as the two of you stand at the front door. "We can always turn around, say that I'm sick or something-" You fiddle with the hem of your dress, straightening yourself. "Don't you think this dress is a little much?" you ask absentmindedly.
"I think the real question is if you're ready, baby," he replies, a small reassuring smile on his face. "I've been telling you that I've been wanting to scream from the rooftops, yelling that you're mine-"
"I am yours like you are mine." You smile, placing your hands on his chest as you pull him towards you, his lips meeting yours. "I've never been so sure in my life, Joel. I think it's time we stop fucking around, right?"
"I've been yours since the first day I saw you, I was a goner-" he leans in for another kiss as you greedily accept, kissing him deeper, and deeper, and his hands travel lower, and lower, and your hands travel higher, and higher, until they reach the hair at the nape of his neck, and you're pulling, pulling, pulling, getting lost in his embrace. How can something that feels so good and so pure be so terrible to those around you?
"Sugar?!" Your mother's surprised voice slices through the air like a warning shot, abruptly shattering the enchantment between you and Joel. "Mr. Miller?!?" Her exclamation hangs in the tense moment, her gaping mouth and contorted expression revealing a mix of shock and embarrassment. "What on earth is going on here?"
"Mom, I-" you stammer, clearly struggling for words.
"Ma'am," Joel interjects, cutting through the tension. He gracefully presents her with the bouquet that rests on the bench, the vivid orange lilies contrasting against the soft pink of the Rhododendrons he had chosen at the florist. "How do you say 'Fuck you, I've won?'" he whispers with a smirk to the florist while sliding his black Amex across the counter. The resulting display is a beautiful arrangement, yet it carries an unmistakably direct message – as if declaring, "I love and desire your daughter, but I loathe you, so stand the hell back." Joel continues, "It's been a long time; I see the roof is holding up nicely-"
"Yes, well," your mother chokes, hastily grabbing the bouquet from his outstretched hand. "These are beautiful, Mr. Miller-"
"Come on, we're past pleasantries. Call me Joel," he smirks. "Happy anniversary, by the way... and thanks for the invite. Sugar said you guys were talking about me earlier today, so she thought she could surprise you by bringing me along with her."
"Joel. Right," your mother mutters to herself. "I was just asking how she was getting along working with you since she's been so busy, she barely comes around now!" She clears her throat, straightening herself, and glances at you, her eyes darting to the tightness of your dress. "Sugar, baby, what a... beautiful dress you have there. Are you not cold with how short it is?"
Joel squeezes your hand in his, giving you a wink. "Doesn't she look stunning in Herve Leger? Lenore has a great eye, right?"
Your mother fidgets nervously, chuckling to herself. "Lenore at Neiman Marcus? Yes, yes, well... she certainly knows how to flatter the female figure. I wasn't aware you were a client of hers-"
"Well, I had to introduce her to Sugar, you know, considering she always takes good care of me and my girls," he muses, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. You could swear you see your mother gulp at the gesture, her gaze dropping to her nails as she struggles to formulate a response.
"Well, what are we doing out here? Come in, come in!" she says suddenly as if her role as a doting, perfect entertaining housewife finally reboots in her brain. "Sugar's father will be surprised to see you after all these years, you made quite a name for yourself with your multi-million business-"
"Yeah, we did okay, I expect that this government job that we're bidding on might just push us over a billion next year if all goes well." He smiles widely, putting his arm around your shoulder. "Shall we, Sugar?" 
You nod aimlessly, letting Joel gently guide you towards the dining room, the laughter of your parents' friends echoing through the foyer. Your body starts to shake slightly, the nervousness of facing your father gradually taking over.
"Stop shaking, baby. I'm right here, alright? I ain't gonna leave your side for a second, okay?" Joel whispers suddenly in your ear, pressing a reassuring kiss to your hair. You nod once more, tightening your grasp on Joel's hand, finding comfort in his presence.
"Everyone, you remember my daughter, Sugar?" your mother announces abruptly as you enter the dining room, her gaze immediately meeting your father's as she holds up the bouquet. "Joel bought us a lovely arrangement. I'm just going to find a vase. Why don't you sit by your father, baby?" A wave of judgmental eyes from your parents' friends descends upon both of you, and you can't ignore the audible gasps of shock that fill the suddenly quiet room.
"Joel Miller," your dad suddenly remarks, his eyes narrowing at your clasped hands. "Now, that's a face I didn't expect to see again." His gaze lingers on yours, a subtle twitch in his eye revealing his displeasure as he presses his lips together. "Sugar, care to explain why your boss is gracing us with his presence tonight?"
"Uh-" you stammer, closing your eyes briefly. "Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my boyfriend, Joel."
The sound of glass breaks in the distance, your mother's surprised gasp shortly following, as if she was hovering past the kitchen in an attempt to eavesdrop on the inevitable showdown between your Father and Joel. You see your mother's maid run towards the door, excusing herself as she attempts to help your mother. You see your mother's friend from the club whispering to the man beside her, shaking her head as she links two and two together, a knowing smirk on the man's face as he looks at the both of you.  
"I see," your father responds, adjusting his collar to maintain composure. "Well, what's keeping you both standing there? Take a seat!" he commands, a forced smile directed at his friends. Joel moves to the chair beside your father, a playful raise of his eyebrows as he settles in, and you follow suit in the adjacent seat.
"Sir," Joel murmurs, his hand extended for a shake. Your father eyes the offered hand, clearing his throat before accepting it, engaging in a handshake with Joel. "It's been what, ten years?"
"Has it truly been that long? I recall warning you to steer clear of my daughter even then," he retorts wryly, sipping his drink leisurely.
"Honey," your mom interjects shakily, taking her seat beside you, opposite your father. "Our guests might prefer not to dwell on the past-"
"Dad, stop." You say softly, your head cast down. The emotions that you are going through are reminiscent of the emotions you felt when you were a kid, and you find yourself anxiously fiddling with your hands under the table, your bottom lip quivering slightly. "Please stop."
"What was that?" your dad asks menacingly, setting his fork down harshly. "If you have something to say, you might as well look at me! How did I end up with such a weak-minded naive little girl who opens her legs at the first rich old man she can find-"
"That's enough." Joel cuts in suddenly, his fists clenched together tightly, his knuckles white.  
As you glance at your mother from the corner of your eyes, you notice a slight tremor at the edge of her mouth. It's at that moment that you realize you share a vulnerable connection with her. Your mother looks just as horrified as you feel, her hands shaking while your father continues his tirade. The tears start to well up at the corners of your eyes, making your vision blurry. It's a tough moment, and you can't help but see a reflection of your own emotions in your mother's eyes.
"Tell me Miller, how long did you wait to seduce my daughter after you hired her at your firm?"
"Honey-" your mother interjects, shifting in her chair uncomfortably. "We have guests-"
"Or how long did you take until you seduced poor Mr. Miller here?" your Father spits, shaking his head in disbelief, his gaze going to your mother's shaking form. "What can I say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree..."
"THATS ENOUGH!" you suddenly scream, slamming your fists on the table. You wipe the tears from your eyes, not caring about the mess it'll make at the makeup that the woman at the Laura Mercier counter meticulously placed upon your face earlier when Joel took you on an impromptu shopping trip for your cocktail dress. "Just stop it, STOP IT!"
Your father rises from his seat, his eyes drunkenly narrowed at you as he points at Joel. "You know, when they were talking about the little slut that was fucking Joel Miller at some dressing room who looked a lot like my daughter, I thought to myself, 'No, it couldn't be my little girl, she should know better', but then I see you in front of me, wearing that," he motions to your dress, "Maybe I misjudged my daughter after all. Congratulations, I guess, you managed to sleep your way to the top, just like your mother-"
"I said THATS ENOUGH!" you scream, rising from your seat, meeting your father's gaze.  
"Baby," your mother calls out in near tears. "Just let it go, you know how your father gets when he's drunk-"
But it's like you can't hear her.
"So it's okay for you, a rich man in a powerful position to 'seduce' a young woman, make her your wife, and force her into a life where she plays the doting perfect housewife, never allowed to pursue her dreams, always under your thumb? Is it okay for you to think so poorly of your child, your flesh and blood because I decided to fall in love with someone you don't approve of?" you're full-on crying now, not caring that you have an audience, tired of being that scared little girl who never spoke up, never had a voice of her own.  
"I did everything right. I wore the clothes you wanted, stayed away from any scandal, followed the rules, and earned an advanced degree at a decent school—all on my own merit. Only to be reduced to being seen as your 'little girl', unable to stand on my own two feet? Is it so bad that finally, I found someone patient enough to wait for me? Do you have any idea how long I've loved Joel? Only for you to tear us apart? Joel Miller is not like you, Father. He's built himself up from the bottom, proving himself to everyone who doubted him. He works tirelessly, supports his family and friends, and is the best boss anyone could ask for. And most importantly, he loves me, never gave up on me, and worked hard to prove himself. But here's the truth—I would have loved him even without all of this," you motion to the opulent interior, "richer or poorer. He never had to prove himself to me. I love him, and that's all that matters."
You glance down at Joel, who's clearly in shock by your confession. His mouth is agape, but there's awe in his eyes, and you know he's proud of you for standing your ground and finally finding your voice. He clears his throat, taking a sip of wine. "Thank you, baby," he whispers. You nod, wiping away the last of your tears.
Surveying the now silent room, your mother's eyes downcast, and your father staring into the distance from his seat, you offer a smile. "I apologize for the outburst, but I believe Joel and I have overstayed our welcome. I'm sorry for disrupting your dinner, Mom and Dad, but I don't think I belong here anymore." You raise your hand to Joel, who is already two steps behind you, and he rises from his seat, taking your hand in his. "I won't be part of a family that doesn't accept me any longer. Let's go, Joel."
"Sugar, baby, please-" you can hear your mom call out behind you as you lead Joel away from the dining room, determined to get the hell out of there. You hear your father telling your mother to sit down, to just let it go.  
"What are we gonna do now, baby?" Joel asks, engulfing you in a hug, and kissing the top of your head as you stand in the foyer.  
There's a glint in your eyes as you take his face in your hands, meeting his lips in a kiss.  
"Do you want to dish out some sweet fucking revenge?" you ask, your hands traveling down to his bulge in his slacks. "Give my poor father one last parting gift?"
His eyebrows raise in curiosity, groaning as you grab onto his cock harshly. "What did you have in mind, baby?"
"Follow me," you whisper, looking around to make sure no one is around, grabbing his hands as you lead him up the stairs, stopping at the door of your father's study. "Shall we?" you ask, opening the door. Joel nods eagerly, a small smirk on his face as he follows you into the room, closing the door behind him. You start to strip out of your dress, pushing the fabric slowly as Joel watches from behind. You push the fabric off your hips, sliding it from the slopes of your ass until the dress falls onto the ground, only leaving you in the black lace thong you asked Lenore to get you, a surprise for Joel. Joel groans in satisfaction as you lean against your father's desk, a wicked smile on your face.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" you breathe, "Are you going to fuck me on my father's desk or not?"
Joel smiles, unbuttoning his shirt. "I thought you would never fucking ask, baby."
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qprstobin · 1 year
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the scenic route
i saw this post by @henderdads yesterday and started CACKLING at the image of eddie trying to hide from steve only to stumble across the rest of his stalkers fan club, so here it is
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Eddie was pretty sure he was supposed to be better than this.
He'd had more than his fair share of ill advised crushes over the years. His middle school science teacher, the entirely too-nice-for-the-popular-crowd head cheerleader, the bartender at the Hideout that he sold coke to on more than one occasion. And yet, here he was. Leering after Steve Harrington.
(Crush was maybe too strong of a word - that would imply he felt any positive emotions towards the man other than carnal lust.)
Every day at work, Eddie told himself he would take the shortest path outside for his smoke break, and every day he ended up taking the scenic route.
It was like he couldn't help himself. He'd shove his hands into his pockets, and meander his way passed the food court, trying his hardest to seem natural as his eyes strayed over to the Scoops Ahoy.
And there he was, Harrington in all his post-popularity glory. Eddie wasn't sure whose bright idea it was to put the Scoops employees in sailor suits, but he wanted to shake their hand. Or slash their tires.
The shorts clung to Harrington's thighs, somehow even thicker than they were when he was still playing sports regularly. The little hat was less flattering, causing his signature hair to fall limp beneath it, but that was fine. Eddie had seen his hair in all its glory more than enough to fill in the blanks.
As he got closer, he could see that Harrington was chatting up a female patron - typical of the high school heartthrob. It sent a pulse of jealousy and disgust through him. Harrington looked up at the girl from under his eyelashes, pulling his pink, glossy lips into a smirk.
The things Eddie would do to that mouth with half a chance.
The girl let out a laugh, turning in a whirl of curls as she giggled with her friends. He would've thought that response was a positive one if Harrington hadn't immediately let his head fall forward with a groan. Robin Buckley, the mousy band geek Gareth was infatuated with last year, popped up from the back room with a white board that seemed to be a record of all of his strikeouts.
Harsh.
Seemed even pretty privileged popular kids had trouble wooing fair maidens sometimes. Who would've thought. A feeling of satisfaction curled in his stomach - both at watching Harrington get put in his place and knowing that he was still painfully single.
He didn't let himself examine why that was.
While watching the interaction, Eddie hadn't realized he had been slowing to a stop. Until Buckley looked his way. Panic surged through him and he dove to the left, towards a gathering of potted ferns that should be leafy enough to hide him and his hair.
There was a snag in that plan - someone was already hiding there.
Eddie stumbled, arms pinwheeling as he tried to stop himself from running over three middle schoolers. Several little hands snagged the front of his shirt, keeping him from pitching backwards and falling on his ass.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ-" he cursed as he wobbled to a stop. He clamped his mouth shut, taking in the three children in front of him.
The two nearest to him were barely holding back giggles, one a boy with an unfortunate bowl cut and the other a redheaded girl who looked like she was trying to judge him but couldn't smother her mirth. Another boy with dark skin and a bandana tied around his head was looking embarrassed, crouching as close as possible to the girl as he could.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" Eddie asked, unable to help himself.
"Same thing you are," Red replied with a smirk playing at her lips. He blanched.
"What."
"Eye candy," she said. It was clear what - or rather who she was referring to.
Bandana groaned softly, the embarrassment on his face deepening. Bowl Cut started giggling again. A fern was tickling Eddie's ear, and he desperately wanted to melt into the floor like the ice cream on a Scoops Ahoy cone.
Eddie didn't even bother to deny it. "You're like, 10. Aren't you a bit young for crushes?"
Red gave him an unimpressed stare.
"We're about to start high school, man," Bandana said as he wrinkled his nose. Judgment colored his tone.
"You don't look like the type to normally go for preps. So do you really have a leg to stand on?" she added.
Sheesh, the attitude on these kids.
Eddie refused to give her any ground.
"Also, I don't have a crush - I was dragged here against my will," Bandana continued.
"I can't believe my boyfriend is lying to my face like this."
"Steve's basically our babysitter, that's weird."
"I don't know," Bowl Cut piped up for the first time, "I think crushing on your babysitter is pretty normal."
Eddie's head was spinning as he tried to keep up with the back and forth. Steve Harrington was their babysitter? He pinched the inside of his wrist, convinced this whole situation was a bad trip or a surreal weed dream. It made more sense than a couple of toddlers claiming that Harrington babysat them regularly.
"I don't have a crush on him!"
"Then why do you keep asking him to 'shoot hoops' with you?" Red asked, turning her judgmental haze onto her sweating boyfriend.
"You know I'm thinking about trying out for basketball next year," Bandana said with an almost pretentious air. "I need all the practice I can get!"
"I didn't know getting smacked in the face with the ball when Steve takes off his shirt counted as practice," Bowl Cut said, a deceptively sweet smile on his face as he drove a dagger into his friend's back.
"DUDE!"
Bowl Cut and Red shushed him, tiny hands flying to cover Bandana's mouth. Eddie reflexively peeked through the fronds, checking to make sure the object of their well - their object hadn't noticed them.
(He hesitated to call him the object of their lust because the three in front of him were literally babies, but he refused to use the word affection in the same sentence as Harrington. Even if this entire conversation was throwing his carefully crafted view of the man through a loop.)
It was fine, though. Harrington and Buckley were wrapped up in their own world, chatting back and forth. If he had a heart he might even say they looked good together. Eddie's eyes strayed towards Harrington's fingers as he twirled his scooper in his hand.
He wanted to shove them in his mouth-
Not the time.
By the time he tuned back into the infants' conversation, Bandana was sulking. Clearly, he had lost, especially with how smug both Red and Bowl Cut looked. Red had even pulled out a little snack packet that she was triumphantly munching on.
"You brought snacks?" Eddie sputtered out, not sure if he was impressed or put out by the sheer balls on this little girl.
"Uh, yeah? Food court food is expensive," she said like it was a no brainer.
The balls, man.
He kinda wanted to be her when he grew up.
"Let me get this straight, you brought snacks along while you stalk your babysitter?" he asked anyway.
"I get hungry," Red said. After a moment, she rolled her eyes and pulled out another snack pack, throwing it at him. It smacked him in the face, but he managed to catch it before it hit the ground. "You're welcome."
"Thanks?" he replied automatically.
This may as well happen.
She distributed two more snack packs to her friend and her boyfriend, and the three returned to peering at Harrington through the ferns. Eddie just stared at them, once again feeling like he must have fallen into a different universe.
This whole thing was getting to be too much for him. His knees and thighs were starting to ache, and not for any particularly pleasant reason. He didn't want to know how long he had been crouched back here.
He needed to get out of here before he reached his limit. His boss may give him a lot of leeway, but he didn't want to keep pushing his luck hanging out in the food court for the rest of the day, babysitting Steve fucking Harrington's children.
Even if the view was pretty good.
"Well, this has been fun, but I need a smoke," he said finally. The three barely spared him a glance. Figuring that they were done with him, and because he didn't know how to leave well enough alone. "I'll leave you to your... stalking."
"Same time tomorrow?" Bowl Cut asked, turning that shy but cheeky grin onto him, revealing that not only had they done this before, but that they had seen Eddie here before.
Fuck. His face was turning red.
"Don't plan on it," he scoffed. The trio spared him disbelieving glances, but let him rock to his feet and start walking away without another word.
They all knew he'd be taking the scenic route again tomorrow.
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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years
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BIG BOSS
A/N: this was inspired by a tiktok i saw a while ago and then venice happened which was just the most amazing ceo content we needed!
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SUMMARY: Your boyfriend breaks up with you to focus on his career. So you start dating his boss.
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There’s a pep in your steps as you approach the massive office building where your boyfriend, Keegan is working, carrying a single cupcake in a box along with a candle somewhere in your bag. Today is his birthday and you wanted to surprise him with a little something early in the day. He’s been having a rough time at work, staying in late, starting early, you barely even saw him lately, he even canceled your usual date night last Saturday, because apparently he had to finish up some kind of important presentation.
You’re trying to be as supportive and accepting as possible, but it’s taking a toll on you as well, missing the quality time you used to spend together, so that’s why you thought you’d surprise him with this little gesture before you head to work as well. 
Keegan works at Pleasing, one of the biggest beauty companies in the world, though he is a finance employee, he has nothing to do with the products. He started just a few months ago and you know it’s a big change after his previous job at a small company, so it obviously comes with a bigger workload. 
It’s only your second time in the building, you once brought in a few papers for Keegan he urgently needed, so you’re approaching the stylish front desk a bit nervously.
“Welcome to Pleasing, how can I help you?” the beautiful woman behind the desk asks you with a bright smile.
“Uh, hi! I’m Y/N Y/L/N and I’m looking for Keegan Watson, he works at the finance department.”
“Do you have an appointment with him?”
“No, I’m his girlfriend. Can you just… Just let him know I’m here, please.”
“I’ll ring him up for you. Take a seat,” she gestures towards the colorful couches in the lobby and nodding you decide to sit on the purple one, prepping the cupcake for Keegan’s arrival. 
Opening the box you look for the candle in your bag and stick it into the dessert, making sure it’s standing straight. You keep an eye on the elevators and when you see him step out from one of them, you quickly light the candle and turn to face him as he approaches you.
You didn’t expect him to start jumping in happiness, but you hoped for some kind of enthusiasm to see you with the cupcake. However, he is walking towards you with a stone hard expression on his face, as if he is embarrassed to be seen with you here.
Just when you’re about to wish him a happy birthday, he speaks up and the words get stuck in your throat.
“What are you doing here?” he hisses looking around, as if he was checking if anyone saw the two of you.
“I-I just… I wanted to surprise you,” you whisper, completely taken aback by his reaction. “H-Happy birthday.”
Sighing he starts fanning at the candle to put it out, not even blowing it like he was supposed to and then he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the corner of the lobby, the poor cupcake still in your hands.
“You can’t just come here whenever you want to, this is my workplace, Y/N.”
“I just dropped by for a few minutes to give you this, I wasn’t trying to get you to leave work or something.”
“But you came here unannounced, I have shit to do.”
“Do you really? Because you just came down here.” You’re starting to get defensive too at this point. He is treating you like garbage for absolutely no reason.
“Because I didn’t have a choice,” he snaps back. “I’m not the little girl you’re babysitting, I don’t want cupcakes and… sprinkles,” he frowns, looking down at the dessert in your hands as if it was the most disgusting thing he has ever seen. It’s a simple strawberry cupcake with frosting on top and a bit of sprinkles, nothing extra.
“Why are you acting like an asshole? I came here to surprise you on your birthday, we haven’t seen each other in almost a week and this is how you’re treating me?!”
He sighs again and pinches the bridge of his nose before looking down at you.
“Y/N, I think we should take a break.”
All blood drains out of your face as you stare back at him blankly.
“What?” you whisper in disbelief.
“I’m focusing on my career now, I have a lot of work, I don’t think I have the energy and time to be in a relationship right now.”
“You don’t think?” you let out a huff. “Keegan, we’ve been together for eight months, it’s not like we just started dating.”
“I know, but… this is how I feel. I hope you can respect that.”
You’re not entirely sure whether you want to scream and punch him in the face, several times in a row or just curl up in a ball and cry for days. Or maybe you could do them both. But instead, you just bite your wobbling bottom lip and turn away from him.
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he tries to put a hand to your shoulder, but you step back and out of his reach.
“Leave me alone,” you huff.
“Don’t act like a child, Y/N.”
“Oh, so now I’m acting like a child?” you choke out a laugh, tears rolling down your cheeks. “You’re a fucking asshole, Keegan. Go back to work, apparently, you have shit to do,” you spit, turning away from him. 
You hear him clicking his tongue before he finally walks away, leaving you alone to deal with the aftermath of his behavior. 
You feel humiliated and used, the way he just ended it all makes you think he never even had any feelings for you while you were so caring and loving towards him for so long and now it all just went down the drain. Eight months of your life, right out the window.
You go back to your bag and put the cupcake into the box, before looking for a tissue, you’re a hot mess in the lobby of a big company, this will probably end up being one of your worst memories.
As you’re packing up to leave with the last remaining pieces of your pride, you spot a man approaching you from the corner of your eyes. He is tall and he is wearing a designer suit along with a pair of expensive looking sunglasses.
“Everything alright, love?” a smooth voice speaks up with a british accent and when you look up you see the tall guy standing just a few feet away from you.
“Yeah. Everything is fucking perfect,” you mumble under your breath, throwing your bag onto your shoulder and grabbing the cupcake box from the coffee table. You stare down at it before turning back to the stranger. “Here, have a treat on me,” you grumble and just hand the box over to him, which he takes with a surprised expression. “Never trust a guy who works in finance,” you comment before walking past the man and leaving the building.
Ninety-nine percent of the time you absolutely love your job as a full-time nanny. You’ve been working with the Browns for five years now, taking care of their daughter, Sally, who was only four when you first started to babysit her. It was just a side job at first, you were working as a waitress after you finished school, but three years ago you became their full-time employee, taking care of Sally during the day while her parents are at work. You love this job, you love Sally and you love working for the Browns, the money is awesome too, so it’s a win-win situation for everyone.
Today, however, you’d love to ditch work and just go home to curl up on your bed and watch sad movies until you feel like you have no tears left to cry. But in the real world you have to suck it up and carry on.
Luckily, Clair is in a hurry when you arrive, so she doesn’t notice your state, she is out the door before she could even take a good look at you. Sally, however, being the tiny genius that she is at the ripe age of nine, immediately sees that something is up.
“Wow, you look awful,” she comments, looking up from her book when you walk into her room.
“Thanks a lot,” you mumble, throwing yourself into the beanbag next to her desk, blowing raspberries into the air as you stare up at the ceiling. “Keegan and I broke up.”
“What?” her eyes widen as she turns in her chair, abandoning the book she was reading when you arrived. For a split second, you feel ridiculous for discussing your breakup with a nine-year-old, but then you tell yourself she is probably more mature than the asshole who just broke up with you.
“Oh, I’m sorry, he said that we should have a break. But we all know there’s no such thing as a break in a relationship,” you roll your eyes. 
“I never liked him,” she sassily replies.
“Really?” you huff. “What made you dislike him?”
“His vibes were off from the beginning,” she shakes her head, like a professional.
“Excuse me, why didn’t you warn me then?” you gasp dramatically, making you both laugh. “Okay, what do you want to do today?” you ask, hoping to take your mind off of what happened in the morning.
The two of you spend most of the day wandering around in a gallery, then you have lunch near Sally’s favorite park and you take her to the library in the afternoon, leaving with another stack of books she will finish off in probably a week.
Sally really is a genius. She has been homeschooled the past two years and she is already three years ahead of her peers. Her hunger for knowledge has been amusing and truly inspiring, and sometimes maybe a bit scary too. She looks like any normal little girl, but you’re convinced there’s an old man, maybe a professor living inside her and when her original classmates will be starting highschool she might be finishing up college.
You make her dinner and you eat while watching the news, because of course, she hates cartoons. Clair and Simon get home at around eight so you can finally head out. As you’re walking home after you get off the train, everything hits you again and by the time you reach your apartment, you’re fighting your tears again. You grab the ice-cream from your freezer, empty the box while watching the Notebook and then pass out, hugging a pillow tight to your chest.
The next morning you can sleep in a bit, Sally has tennis class and her dad drops her off so you just have to pick her up at eleven thirty, so when you finally make it out of bed at nine you lazily make a coffee and take your time to get ready.
That is until your phone starts ringing.
Checking the caller ID you see an unknown number, so you’re hesitant to answer at first.
“Hello?” you say, holding the phone to your ear.
“Hi, I’m Stella from the front desk of Pleasing. I’m looking for Miss Y/L/N.”
“Um, it’s me,” you reply, but the mention of Pleasing makes your stomach drop. Could this be about Keegan? 
“Amazing. Sorry to bother you, but Mr. Styles would like to meet you when you have the time this week.”
“Mr. Styles?” you ask in confusion.
“Harry Styles, the CEO,” she adds and your eyes almost pop out of your head.
“W-What? Am I in trouble? If this is about yesterday, I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have been in the lobby, I promise I won’t go there again!”
“No need to worry, miss. Mr. Styles just wants to have a chat with you, apparently you made a memorable impression on him yesterday,” she chuckles softly.
You made an impression on him yesterday? You start raking through your memories to clear the picture when it finally clicks. The tall man who walked up to you after Keegan left. He asked if you were alright and then you just threw the cupcake at him before storming out of the building.
“Um… well, I-I don’t know, I have to work today…”
“Mr. Styles said he can be flexible and make time for you anytime today.”
“I can drop by at around six today, I think..”
“Amazing! I’ll put you into his schedule, he’ll be waiting for you!”
And with that, the call ends as you stare ahead of you, completely confused about what’s happening.
You’re still in shock when you pick Sally up from her class and as always, she sees right through you.
“What happened? Did Keegan call you or something?” she asks as you take her sports bag and the two of you head to the car you use whenever you’re working. The perks of working for a rich family, for sure.
“He did not, but I got another interesting call this morning.”
You tell her about your conversation with Stella as she climbs into the car and you take the seat behind the wheel, driving off. 
“Maybe he wants to offer you a job! Wait, that wouldn’t be too good, please don’t leave us!” she gasps, realizing what she just said.
“I don’t think that’s the case and don’t worry, I’m staying,” you chuckle. 
“Okay, then he might want to ask you out.”
“I doubt that,” you scoff. “He saw me crying in his office building’s lobby and then I just shoved a strawberry cupcake into his hands. That’s not very… sexy, I guess.”
“You can’t know for sure,” she shrugs, looking out the window. “But do you think he looks good?”
“If I’m being honest, I don’t actually remember what he looked like. He also had sunglasses on.”
“Then we need to google him when we get home!” she claps her hands.
And that’s exactly what you do. The two of you sit in front of her laptop in her bedroom and you watch her type ‘Harry Styles’ into the search bar. Several articles come up about Pleasing and then there are a few basic information about him on the side along with a few pictures. 
“So, what do you think?” Sally asks, clicking on one of the photos. It seems like it was taken at some kind of event, maybe a charity gala and he looks absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous. Behind the sunglasses he has those beautiful green eyes, the cheeky smile was absent yesterday, but it mesmerizes you as he stares back at you from the picture. 
When you don’t answer Sally looks at you and sees how you’re staring at the screen.
“Oh, he is totally your type!” she laughs, snapping you out of your thoughts about the Greek god in front of you.
“Uh, I mean… he looks great, yeah,” you nod, very much holding yourself back. “Go back to the details about him.”
Sally clicks back and you read the few things listed. Harry Styles, born and raised in England, CEO of Pleasing. Apparently he is thirty-four years old, which is eight whole years older than you. There’s not much else about him, apparently he likes to keep his private life… well, private. 
“I think you should go for it,” Sally tells you, opening up another picture of him.
“We don’t even know why he wants to talk, don’t go so ahead.”
“I’m nine, but it’s obvious even to me that you caught his eyes,” she rolls her eyes.
“Okay, Cupid,” you chuckle. “Alright, enough stalking for today. It’s lunch time.”
The rest of the day goes by as usual and when Simon gets home you can head out, but instead of making your way home, your destination is the Pleasing office building this time. You can’t deny you got the jitters, meeting the CEO of a multimillion dollar company kind of freaks you out, especially after finding out that it was him who came up to you yesterday. What could he possibly want from you?
Walking into the lobby a bitter feeling takes over you, but you try your best to push it to the back of your mind as you approach the front desk where you’re met with the same woman, who you assume to be Stella.
“Hi, I’m here to meet Mr. Styles?” 
It comes out as a question, because you still can’t believe he wants to meet you. The woman however doesn’t seem to mind your uncertainty. 
“Welcome, Miss Y/L/N. He is waiting for you in his office. Forty-fifth floor, down the hall on the right, but there’s a front desk up there too, if you get lost,” she explains to you nicely.
“Oh, okay, thank you. And… Um, do you happen to know why he wanted to see me?” Stella’s smile stretches a little wider as she cocks her head to the side.
“Judging from the way he demanded to know who you were after meeting you yesterday, you probably caught his eye.”
“Like, in a good sense?”
“Definitely,” she chuckles.
“Okay, but how did you know my number?” you ask, since you did not leave any personal info, only told her your name when you arrived.
“Mr. Styles has great connections. Finding a phone number is not a challenge for him.”
That sounds a bit alarming, but also impressive. Nodding you thank her and then head to the elevators. During your ride up to the forty-fifth floor, which also happens to be the top floor, you’re nervously fidgeting with your fingers, anxiously watching the numbers change on the screen. 
34… 35… 36…
Your mind is racing, making up possible scenarios that might happen when you meet him and they vary from the most ridiculous ones to simple ones. Like asking you where you got the cupcake, because he liked it a lot. That would be kind of funny, you think.
The elevator comes to a halt and you hold your breath as the doors slide open and you step out. Just as Stella said, there’s another desk with a woman sitting behind, who smiles up at you when you approach the desk, standing up from her seat.
“You must be Miss Y/L/N. Mr. Styles is waiting for you in his office, right that way,” she gestures towards the massive double doors that have the initials H and S written on them.
“Thank you,” you nod and walk up to the doors where you stop hesitantly. Should you knock or just walk in? You decide to announce your arrival, so you knock twice before you hear a familiar British accent call out from the other side.
“Come in!”
“Here goes nothing,” you mumble before pushing the doors open.
The office you find yourself in follows the design of the whole building, very modern and sophisticated, but still full of colors. The floor-to-ceiling windows give an incredible view of the city, there’s a long conference table on the left, a lounge type of area in front of you with couches and armchairs and what appears to be a minibar and then on the right there’s the massive desk where the man himself is sitting when you step inside.
He looks up and a warm smile stretches across his face as he simply shuts his Macbook down and he stands up, walking around the desk to greet you.
“Ah, Miss Y/L/N, thank you so much for dropping by.” The charming smile he gifts you with makes you swoon and you feel your knees turning into jelly as he approaches you until he is standing in front of you, holding a hand out that you gladly take. He’s got a firm, but welcoming hold as he shakes your hand shortly.
“Um, hi,” you manage to say.
“Would you like to drink anything? Please, take a seat,” he gestures towards the couches as he approaches the minibar.
“Maybe just water. Thank you,” you say as you take a seat on the purple couch that caught your eyes when you walked in and he hands you a tall glass of water a moment later.
“You look a little… startled,” he chuckles softly, as he sits across from you and you feel like you’re at a job interview.
“Because I am. I’m not exactly sure why I’m here, Mr. Styles,” you admit truthfully.
“Please, just call me Harry. And if you don’t mind, I would love to call you Y/N. You have a beautiful name.” “Uh, of course, sure,” you nod, running your tongue over your lips to wet them and you swear you catch him eyeing the motion before his gaze returns to your eyes.
“You’re here because you… completely swept me off my feet, Y/N.”
“I’m sorry?” you ask dumbly, but it’s genuinely your first thought upon hearing his words.
“When we met at the lobby. I know you were upset and angry about something, but you had this incredibly vibrant aura that just pulled me in. That’s why I walked up to you, I needed to get closer to you.”
You stare back at him, just blinking without saying a word. Sally joked about him being into you, but you never thought this would turn out to be the truth. 
“I’m sorry if I’m being way too forward, I just couldn’t let you walk out without ever meeting you again. I was really excited when Stella said you agreed to come back.”
“But… we barely spoke two words.”
“I know,” he smiles. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you afterwards.”
“Oh,” is all you can reply as you stare back at him. He seems to find your surprise amusing as he grins back at you before he continues to talk.
“Excuse my bluntness, but I have… never met anyone like you and I know it sounds crazy since this is basically the first time we’re talking, but this is just how I feel. And I would love to get to know you better.”
“Are you asking me out?” you question, making him laugh. He must think you’re dumb or completely clueless when it comes to dating. Which might be the case, since you did not see Keegan breaking up with you, it all came out of the blue.
“I am, yes,” he answers. “I hope you don’t feel too intimidated by it all, how I got you to meet me again, I was truly just… desperate,” he admits with a chuckle. “Would love to take you out to dinner, lunch, breakfast, whatever suits you.”
For a couple of moments you’re just blinking at him blankly, trying to figure out when and why did your life take a full 180. Because this is not something you ever expected to happen to you.
“Um… Well, I actually just got dumped. Like, yesterday. So… dating is not exactly… I don’t know if I’m ready for it.”
His expression changes from amusement to surprise and then to… anger? He cocks his head to the side, keeping his green eyes fixed on you. 
“He… he was your boyfriend and he broke up with you.”
It’s a statement, not a question. Suddenly, you feel ashamed, like you did something wrong even though you know Keegan was a dick and it had nothing to do with you. Yet, you still feel the urge to look away, your cheeks heating up.
“Well, he said we should have a break, but everyone knows there’s no such thing,” you shrug, trying to look as unbothered as possible. 
Harry stays silent, the gears clearly turning in his head and you’re aching to ask what’s on his mind, when he stands up from his seat and then sits beside you on the purple couch.
“Give me your time and company, please. It doesn’t have to be a date, I just want to get to know you. Give me that privilege and let me treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”
Reaching up he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch is so delicate, you swear you’ve never been touched like that before. By anyone. 
“So you don’t mind if… it goes slow?”
“No, not at all,” he smiles softly. “So… will it be breakfast, lunch or dinner?”
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“You can’t come in here smiling like a lovesick puppy for a week straight and not tell me the details,” Sally rolls her eyes when you lurk into her room on a Monday morning when her parents leave.
Your grin widens as you sit in the beanbag, your usual spot while she rolls her eyes at you.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug innocently.
“I’m talking about your new boyfriend.”
“I don’t have one!” you gape at her, but can’t hold your smile back.
It’s the truth, you don’t have a boyfriend. Although… Harry surely feels like more than just a friend to you. It’s been a little over a week since your visit to Harry’s office and his confession about wanting to get to know you. You’ve been seeing him every single day since then. Grabbing coffee in the morning, meeting up for lunch while Sally is in her piano lesson, having dinner at his or your place. Yes, both of those happened. At first you felt nervous about having him over in your tiny but super cozy apartment after seeing the penthouse he lives in. The comparison is ridiculous and you thought he would think less of you, but that’s not who Harry Styles is. In fact, he said he loves spending time with you at your place, because it feels like it’s a piece of you and he feels closer to you. Takeout on your fluffy rug became one of his favorite things you’ve done together. 
“You’re unbelievable! I thought we were friends!” she moans, clearly hurt that you’re not sharing anything with her this time. She folds her arms on her chest and for once she actually looks her age instead of a tiny old lady. 
“Hey, we are friends!” you tell her, leaning forward to put a hand to her knee. “Do you… do you want to meet him?”
Her face lights up right away as she nods.
Harry told you he has an unusually long lunch break today and if you wanted to, he would love to see you. You told him you’re working and Sally might not be up for lunch in the park, but it seems like she is very much into the idea.
So you text Harry that the two of you would meet him at the food truck that’s at the entrance of the park near his office and he responds just moments later, saying he can’t wait to meet Sally and of course, see you.
“Can you not embarrass me in front of him? In any way?” you ask Sally when the two of you are approaching the park. 
“I’ve never embarrassed you,” she states with a stern look.
“Oh, for sure, never,” you scoff. “Remember when we ran into that old classmate of mine in the store and you came up to me asking if I wanted adult diapers instead of the mega pads I put into the basket?”
“That was a genuine suggestion,” she shrugs innocently. “The diaper would have been cheaper.”
“God, why do I even try?” you chuckle, circling an arm around her narrow shoulders as you head towards the food truck. 
Harry is already there, exactly on time as always. He is wearing an emerald green fitted suit this time, leaning against a pole as he is typing away on his phone, looking just as breathtakingly got as he always does. It’s been hard to keep yourself to your I-don’t-date-I-was-just-dumped-I-need-time plan and not jump at the man whenever you see him. 
“Holy…” Sally mumbles under her breath. “Is that him?” she asks, pointing towards Harry and you grab her hand and push it down before he catches her.
“Yes, but behave, he is not an animal in the zoo.”
“No, but he is… very hot!”
“Right?” you whisper in excitement, not able to hold your smile back. The next moment Harry looks up from his phone and spots you, slipping the device into his pocket without a second thought, pushes away from the pole and walks towards you until you meet.
“Hello, ladies,” he smirks, his eyes skimming over your face before moving to Sally beside you. “You must be the one and only Sally, right?”
“Sarah Lena Joyner, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She sticks her hand out as if she was at a business meeting. People usually find her act weird and frown upon her, but Harry simply takes her hand and shakes it firmly.
“Harry Edward Styles. The pleasure is all mine.” His eyes then return to you and he leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. “Hi, Y/N,” he smirks cheekily.
“Hi,” you smile back like a little school girl, as if you were nine and not the girl next to you.
The three of you order your lunch, Sally asks for a hamburger, you get chicken nuggets with fries and Harry settles with a burrito. He pays for all the food and the glasses of sodas he expands the order with and when everything is ready, you take a picnic table that’s behind the truck, enjoying the food.
“Sally, Y/N said you’re an exceptional talent. I heard that you read a lot, what do you like reading about the most?” Harry asks, striking up a simple conversation.
“Mostly the solar system. But I’ve been interested in ancient Greek history as well.”
You can tell he’s a bit taken aback from her answer, but he is quick to control his face as he nods.
“Those are both great topics.”
He asks her more about her interests and Sally gladly tells him about her favorite planet and the million fun facts she has learned about it. You’ve seen adults brush her off and not let her finish, but Harry listens intently, even seems to be learning from the little girl who knows more about Venus than anyone you and probably Harry know. When all the food is gone Sally leaves the table to play by the swings and you let her, because it’s close and you can keep an eye on her. That leaves you alone with Harry.
“Thank you for being so interested in her,” you smile at him sheepishly. 
“No need to thank. She is truly a remarkable kid and she’ll do amazing things.”
“I know, but people tend to find her… weird. She is nine and she speaks three languages and can recite the value of pi up to the ninety-fourth digit. Adults can’t really deal with that kind of geniusness.”
“I can see that. But I don’t find myself intimidated by higher knowledge, even if it’s someone who is decades younger than me,” he smirks and your heart skips a beat. 
You remember when Keegan met Sally. She was freshly out of her latin class and was telling you about the grammatical rules she learned about in class and you can still see Keegan’s frown as he asked her why she even bothers to learn a dead language.
Sally never talked to him again and you didn’t want to bring him around her either. 
So the experience with Harry is now such a relief, though you shouldn’t have even been worried. Harry has proven to be a true gentleman and everything Keegan could never be. 
“Hmm, of course,” you smile at him. His green irises match the lush greenery around him and you get lost in them so easily. 
“What, is there something on my face?” he asks with a cheeky smile, rubbing his chin, a blush appearing on his cheeks.
“No,” you laugh. “I just…” Reaching up you gently take his chin between your fingers and leaning in you stop just a breath away from his face before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. 
“Miss Y/L/N, I feel like you’re crossing to new territories,” he hums lowly and his voice is just pure honey. Suddenly, you wish you weren’t in a park, but in his or your place so you could explore those new territories. 
“Mm, maybe,” you smile before sitting back and keeping your eyes on Sally. 
Lunch time can’t last forever, you promised Sally you’d take her to the library and Harry has a meeting too. But you part ways with the promise of seeing each other later the day. You’ll be off nanny duty by six so you agree to come to the office, meet with Harry and then have dinner together again at his place. 
And something is telling you that tonight you might actually conquer those new territories.
Sally smiles at you knowingly when you leave their home once Simon has arrived back from work and you just bid goodbye with a smirk before heading to the Pleasing office building. You text Harry on your way and he tells you to just wait for him at the lobby, he is finishing up his paperwork for the day. 
You walk in and the girl behind the front desk just smiles at you, already knowing you’re here to see Harry. You wave at her and then take a seat, grabbing a magazine from the table to flip through while you wait. The minutes pass by, you’re minding your own business and you wouldn’t even notice Keegan if he didn’t spot you and decided to come up to you.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?” he snaps at you, as if he just caught you robbing a bank.
“That’s none of your–”
“Are you stalking me? This is fucking insane, Y/N,” he huffs, looking around to check if anyone is watching you, but it’s quite late, most of the employees have left the building already.
“Stalking?” you laugh in disbelief. “I’m not here to–”
“This is my workplace, you can’t just waltz in here to spy on me.”
“I’m not fucking spying on you, you idiot!” you finally manage to get out a full sentence. “I would be stupid to want to see you again.”
“Oh, and I’m supposed to believe that?” he scoffs and your palm is itching to gift him with a slap across his face. You’re just about to tell him what to believe when a smooth, low voice speaks up.
“Is there a problem?” Harry questions in a calm, collected tone, but you can tell he is trying his hardest to contain his anger upon seeing Keegan, whose face falls completely when he sees the big boss behind him.
“Mr. Styles, hi! There’s no problem, I’m very sorry if we bothered you. Me and my friend were just about to leave–”
“I wasn’t talking to you,” Harry says, his eyes moving to you and they immediately soften at the sight of you. “Y/N, is this man bothering you?”
Keegan’s face falls as he dumbly looks at Harry, then at you and back at Harry who is now standing next to you, one arm around your waist. 
“Wait, are you… what…” Keegan stutters in disbelief and you can feel your petty self coming out.
“Well, you said you wanted to focus on your work and career. Totally fine, but I decided to date your boss. I hope you don't mind.”
You flash your sweetest smile as you melt against Harry, curling your arms around his waist as he squeezes you gently to let you know he’s here to support you.
Keegan gapes at the two of you for long moments, it’s kind of comical and when it seems like has completely lost his voice from the shock, Harry speaks up.
“I assume I should thank you for being an asshole, because I got to meet Y/N this way. Still, if you ever go near her again, I’ll make sure you’ll be replaced by the next day and won’t find a job anywhere in the city. Understood?”
“I-I… Yes, sir.” He gulps nodding and walks away so fast, he’s almost running. 
“Are you okay?” Harry murmurs when Keegan is gone, his hands softly taking your face in his palms.
“Yeah, I am,” you nod and you actually mean it. “That was really… hot,” you grin at him, smoothing your palms over his chest, feeling up the hard muscles under your touch.
“And you just said you’re dating me. Thought you’re not ready for that just yet,” he smirks down at you, his face inching closer to yours slowly.
“Changed my mind,” you shrug innocently and you’re just about to press your lips against his when he pulls back.
“It’s not just so you can get back to your ex, right?” he asks and you swear you can see his heart breaking as he awaits your answer.
“I changed my mind in the park today. But it’s been a process and you proved to be worthy of my heart with everything you did.”
You watch his lips stretch into a smile as relief washes over him before he finally closes the gap between the two of you, his lips pressing oh so sweetly against yours, kissing you softly at first before becoming more and more needy, devouring you with his lips.
Unfortunately, you remember that you’re still in the lobby of his office building, so you should not get carried away too much.
“Do you think that maybe I could spend the night at yours after dinner tonight?” you ask, speaking against his soft lips.
“Absolutely. Tonight, tomorrow, any day for the rest of our life,” he smirks before pressing another kiss to your mouth, then he takes your hand and the two of you leave the lobby you never thought would hold such a special place in your heart. 
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tonysslut · 4 months
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just your boss
pls do not copy or repost my work
this is kinda long but i'm so obsessed with it and i hope you guys love it just as much!!
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you internally rolled your eyes as you watched as everyone started to leave for the night. it was a friday night and most of the work had been given to you, like usual—countless documents to go over, meetings to set up, and a plethora of emails to be sent.
the vast majority your coworkers despised you, especially your female coworkers. they were all under the impression that you were having an affair with your boss. the he looked at you, brought you coffee every morning, and even gave you your own office was proof enough for them.
if it weren't for you overhearing them talking about you, you would've never realized why they treated you the way they did.
"she's such a whore. sleeping with tony just to keep her job." she said with disgust in her tone and a not so subtle eye roll.
you weren't totally oblivious. you were aware he treated you a little differently than everyone else, but you just assumed it was because you were new, but that treatment continued as the months went by.
and you definitely weren't blind, he was attractive—very attractive. he towered over you, his dark brown hair flecked with gray here and there. he had one ring on his pinky, the gold band always shined bright as he walked through the office.
with most of the office empty, you knew you'd be able to get a decent amount of work done, giving yourself a nice head start for the following workweek.
tony observed you from his office, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you read your screen. he smiled as you bopped your head to the music that played through your headphones.
he admired how hard you always worked, even when the rest of his employees attempted to make your job more difficult.
you were so lost in your work that you didn't notice tony leaving his office, standing in front of your cubicle. you let out a startled gasp as you looked up.
"sorry, didn't mean to scare you." he let out a breathy laugh, you laughed with him, feeling slightly embarrassed at your reaction.
"it's okay. i didn't notice you were there. can i do anything for you?" you ask, taking your headphones off to look up at him.
"what are you still doing here? you should've left a few hours ago." he stated, walking around to look at your screen. you felt his colonge seep into your system as he leaned in close to you, cocking your neck to see his profile from the side.
he sensed your gaze and turned to meet yours, smiling.
you turned red when his eyes met yours. internally cursing at yourself for staring like an idiot.
"um, i'm just getting ahead. i don't have anything planned tonight so i figured i'd stay a bit later and get some work out of the way. i can leave if you're on your way out." you offered, not wanting him to stay longer so he could close once you left.
you noticed tony's eyes drop to your lips for split second. he shook his head. "no, i don't mind." he stood up straight turning around to walk back to his office but he suddenly stopped. "actually, could you come into my office for a second? i could use you're help with something."
you nodded your head, followed him.
you loved the view he had in his office, big windows from the floor to the ceiling that showed off the beautiful city. the room was pretty dark apart from a small lamp that sat on his desk, illuminating enough to see what he needed to see.
he reached under his desk and pulled out a thick binder, flipping through it till he found what he needed.
"i like to keep track of sales here." he point at the spreadsheet. "but, it's not very organized. i used to know what was what but i lost track and want to sort it out. any suggestions?" he says resting his hands on the desk to be eye level with you.
once again you find yourself staring again but pull yourself together quicker this time.
"well, you can go by dates." you look down at the binder, noticing he has dates by each number. "if you don't mind, i can go through and but the dates in order on a new spreadsheet and have it ready by monday." you say with a smile, tucking your hair behind your ear when you look back up and find him already looking at you.
"thank you for the offer, but i can do it myself." he smiles at you. the lighting in his office enhances your feature and he can't bring himself to take his eyes off you. "you work harder than everyone else, no reason for me to pile on anything more."
you smile at his comment, realizing he does notice your attempt at being a good employee.
your smile made tonys heart skip a beat, he wasn't sure why but he started to lean into you, and you didn't stop him. his soft lips pressed against yours, leading you into a gentle kiss. you let it happen, tasting the mint gum he had previously had.
he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you into him. even with him bending down, you still had to crane your neck upwards to reach his lips. the kiss was quickly become more and more passionate. neither one of you could get enough.
tony pulled away at the lack of air, pressing his forehead against yours. "tell me to stop." he whispered, catching his breath.
part of you wanted to tell him to stop, you shouldn't be crossing the line on professionalism like this. but the other half wanted this, so you kept quite, locking your eyes with his.
your eyes told him all he needed to know, he rushed back in, kissing you harder, placing his big hands on the back of your legs, lifting you up and setting you on the edge of his desk.
his hands roamed your body, reaching the end of your shirt to pull it off you. he start to kiss down your neck when you pull of his jacket, quickly undoing the buttons on shirt.
the way he feels against you has you feeling dizzy. his touch feels so good. he reaches your bra and unclasps it, you move your arms so it falls right off.
"god, you're beautiful." he says as he pulls back away from you, slipping his shirt off.
you also take the chance to admire him, he was just pure muscle, sculpted by god himself.
he reaches around you and unzips your skirt, you lift your hips so he can pull them off, taking your panties off as well. he pulls you closer to the edge of the desk and kneels in front of you. your body feels like it's on a fire at this point.
he leans in and licks your cunt. your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. his warm tongue laps up your arousal, humming against you at your taste. he wastes no time, sucking your clit into his mouth and massage his fingers around your hole.
you lean back on your hands and watch as he eats you out, his eyes locking with yours when he pushes two fingers inside you. his thick fingers stretch you out in the most delicious way possible.
he thrusts them in and out before he curls them upwards. between his tongue and fingers, you can't hold yourself up anymore, dropping yourself onto your back. your hand finds it's way into his hair, slightly tugging at his roots. a moan vibrates against you at the action, causing you to arch your back.
you were embarrassed at how fast your orgasm was approaching but tony just encouraged you, moving faster, pressing his fingers deeper inside you.
your release hit you like a truck. vision blurring, stomach tightening, legs shaking around his head, hands tugging harshly at his hair. he didn't slow down his movements, wanting to prolong it for as long as possible. he only pulled away when you started to push him away at how sensitive you had gotten.
he rested his head against your thigh and watched as you catched your breath, he could still feel the subtle shake of your legs. pressing kisses against your leg, he made his way up your body to your lips. you moaned at the taste of yourself, sitting up so you could undo his pants.
you pushed them down and let him kick them off. grabbing his cock, you stroke him as you two continue to kiss. you could feel how big he was, throbbing in your hand. pulling away, you slightly lean back and line him up with your entrance.
he looks down at you, almost as if asking for permission. you nod your head and he slowly pushes into you. the moan that leaves your lips is involuntarily, he stretches you out in ways you never felt before.
you hear him curse under his breath when he's fully nestled inside you. he just rests inside you, letting you get accustomed before he pulls out. he movements are slow, letting you feel each and every inch.
"you feel so good." he groans, placing his hands on your hips.
his deep voice just turns you on more; the slow movements are like torture, you needed more.
"please. please move faster." you almost beg, gripping his bicep for extra support.
he puts his arms under your legs to push them upwards, almost pinning them against you. he thrusts faster, deeper. leaning down, he kisses you, letting you wrap your hands around his neck to pull him closer. the kiss is mainly the two of you moaning into each others mouths.
he suddenly feels bold and picks you up off the desk and walks towards the glass, pressing you against it so he can thrust up into you. the cool glass against your warm skin feels amazing and the risk of potentially being seen, excites you.
he reaches deeper inside you in this position, hitting your g-spot with each stroke. you throw you head back, pleasure courses through every part of your body.
tony leans forward and places kissing on your exposed throat, making his way towards your sweet spot, sucking on the skin.
"i'm so close. tony, please."
your whining spurs him on. he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you up and uses his free hand to rub your clit. the added stimulation has your toes curling. his movements speed up, deep moans vibrate through his chest.
he knows your close, he can feel your cunt squeeze his cock, making it harder for him move.
"cum, baby. go ahead." he whispers, choking out a moan when his own release hits him.
this one is 10x more intense then the first one. your entire body goes stiff, you can't control the moans that leave your mouth as it washes over you.
tony rests his head against your shoulder as he fills you up. he's never had an orgasm this stronger before. he gently places you places you on the floor, legs wobbling when your feet meet the ground.
"stay here, let me grab some tissues." he says before rushing over to his desk.
you lean against the glass, still catch your breath from the orgasm you just had. he leans down to clean the mess between your legs, doing his best to get you as clean as possible.
you smile at him when he stands straight, appreciating that he took the time to clean you up. he picks up your clothes and helps you get dressed after just throwing on his pants and shirt.
"let me go get you some water." he says, leaving the office.
suddenly it's like your mind clears and you realize what just happened, a wave of guilt washes over you and you find yourself panicking.
the break room was on the other side of the floor so you step out of the office and quickly grab your things from your cubicle, rushing into the elevator so you could leave.
you made a huge mistake sleeping with your boss.
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A weird change has been going on with all the guys at my office. Many of them are now acting “southern” wearing cowboy boots and hats and belt buckles and even talking in southern accents despite almost none of them being from the south. They also started driving giant trucks and even some of my more liberal co workers are now talking about conservative politics.
Could the chronivac be behind these changes?
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You have the feeling that the young employees were the first to be affected. When you went home a few days ago, you heard a "Goodbye, Mister! Havuh nice eevnun!!" from Frederick's desk. Frederick is an intern. A promising Harvard student from the best family in Providence. You're actually on a first-name basis in the office. But you don't actually wear a cowboy hat either…
The next person to be hit is Peter from the coffee shop downstairs in the office building. Peter is actually a talented barista and, like all people in the catering industry, is actually a disabled actor. You once saw him as Hamlet in an off-Broadway production. He wasn't any worse. "Hello Mr. Goldmann, sir! Uh hot blaak filter coffee as usual?" You look at him in amazement. "Peter? Is that you? I always have a cappuccino. Have you forgotten?" "Kaynt bay, mister! Way don't sayul thet kinduh stuff. An by thuh way, mah name iz Pete."
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Fucking hell, Pete is really smoking hot. Okay, the conversation between you is getting more monosyllabic by the day. You'll get used to the black coffee. Not to his Trump praise.
Over the next few days, more and more of these cowboys and rednecks will come your way. There is talk in the news of a hacker attack on TikTok accounts and on Chronivac by the Russians. Allegedly, it is no longer the will of the voters but the voters themselves who are being manipulated. Thank God you don't use TikTok.
A few days later, things get more serious. You come out of the elevator, your eyes engrossed in the New York Times. What is that stench? Your eyes fall on Frank, the young man working at reception. A cloud of sweat and musk wafts around him. His left hand is under the table, moving rhythmically back and forth. "Good morning, Frank!" you say sternly. His hand is suddenly on the table and he clicks away the porn on the screen. "Excuse may, Mr. Goldmann, sir! Ah didn't say yawl coming." You say that your name is Sebastian and that he should get back to work. Apparently he misunderstood. As soon as you turn around, he jerks off again.
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And it smells bad in the office. A lot of employees here seem to have an increasing problem with personal hygiene. And spend more time in the gym. And watching cowboy movies. Still mostly young colleagues. But also a few who are your age. It's frightening.
You're sitting at the financial statements. They have to be finished in the next few days. And apart from you, no one in accounting seems to have a clear head anymore. What you're given is full of errors. In terms of content, spelling, grammar… A catastrophe. You hear heavy footsteps behind you. "Goldmann, Smith, Wagner. Into thuh conference room. Now!" You turn around. The two giants look a bit like your CEO and CFO. But they smell like the locker room at a rodeo.
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The two of them will forward you the links to a few TikTok videos. You should watch them! Don't have an account yet? Then bloody well get one. You'll get a lecture that our business model isn't patriotic enough. That you're doing too much business with the disgusting gooks and the cowardly French and Krauts. You're supposed to make America great again. America first!
Robert and Richard look at each other and at you, embarrassed. They don't really understand what they should do now. Admittedly, neither do you. You wonder whether the board has gone mad. Robert and Richard, who represent product development and sales, start to discuss whether it is even possible to restructure the supply chains and distribution channels in the short term.
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You install TikTok and take a look at the videos sent by the CEO. They are basically advertising messages from the right wing of the Republican party. Repulsive stuff. And you have no idea what this has to do with your company's accounting and controlling.
After reflecting on the situation for a few minutes, you get up and think that you need a drink for the shock. You wonder if they could do with one too? Robert and Richard, who have also just installed TikTok and are watching the videos, look up briefly and shake their heads.
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The cognac you received as a gift a few years ago is no longer in your office. You also can't remember whether you gave it to someone as a gift or took it to a company party. Surprisingly, you find beer in the fridge in the coffee kitchen, which is actually against company policy, but no schnapps or anything like that. You go to Frank and ask if you have any whiskey or something similar. Frank spits his chewing tobacco into the wastepaper basket and pulls a silver hip flask out of a drawer. "Home-brewed by mah dad, Mr. Goldmann, sir! Do yawl need uh glass?" You shake your head, take the flask and take a big swig.
Rick and Bob ask if you've brought booze and chewing tobacco. The two of them rant about the government, fantasize about how good everything will be once Trump is back in power and scratch their balls. They're both good guys. A bit hollow in the head. But they have their hearts in the right place, don't think twice and implement orders quickly and efficiently.
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You really can't believe the gobbledygook they spout. You sit down, take a pinch of chewing tobacco and push the tin over to them. And after an impressive burp that smells wonderfully of the chili from today's lunch, you take a deep breath.
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"Buddies, is way men or weaklings? Thuh bosses want ideas frum us, not whinin'. Wadja thank uh thuh fallerin' plan: naw more deliveries uh goods frum China frum next year an doubled prices fahwar sales tuh Europe!" Bob and Rick both snot their tobacco in the corner, shout "Yeehaw" and fart. Hehehe, they also had the chili. Shit, a good chili fart always makes you horny. You pull down the blinds in the meeting room. And Bob and Rick undo their belt buckles.
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harryistheonlyoneforme · 11 months
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Bestie can you write something about reader getting her period and Harry having to go get her tampons and he’s all scared n stuff?
pairing: mafia harry x reader
warnings: harry threatens to shoot someone, caring mafia harry, mentions of blood and periods, swearing, period sex(kinda)
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Harry has just gotten out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist as he gums quietly, entering his and YN’s bedroom to get dressed for the day. He doesn’t have plans until much later, so he settles for some boxers and no shirt, ready to get back in bed and cuddle with YN until she wakes up.
As he’s slipping back under the covers though, he feels something wet as his leg grazes her backside, making him physically recoil. He takes a quick peek and his face pales as he realizes it’s blood on YN’s thighs. He has a moment of internal panic as he tries to figure out where to go from here but then he decides to just wake her up, feeling guilty that he’s interrupting her sleep. She groans in annoyance at being woken up, but Harry knows it’s for a good reason.
“You’re bleeding, love,” he mumbled awkwardly, trying not to show his discomfort for the situation. It’s not that he’s disgusted by it or anything, he’s just never dealt with a period in this way. Her eyes shoot open and she whines as she now feels the sticky feeling between her thighs.
Tears are forming quickly and he’s quick to come over to her and shush her cries, not liking the tears one bit. “Cmon, dove. No tears, hm?” he coos, thumbing away at the salty tears that have started tracking down her face. “What can I do?” he whispers.
“I wasn’t supposed to get m’period for another week and I planned to get tampons tomorrow. I don’t have anything here to use,” she sniffles, embarrassed at the way their morning has begun. “Could you run to the store and get me something? Just something to hold me over until I can go?” she asks him, squirming uncomfortably in her place.
“You want me to get you…tampons?” he questions uneasily, his stomach already in knots. He’s never had to do anything like this before, and he definitely didn’t plan for this today. She just nods at him and he already can’t say no to her on a regular day, the fact that he knows she’s embarrassed when she doesn’t have to be and the fact that she’s probably in pain isn’t helping.
So he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to her lips before getting dressed. Before he leaves YN tells him the brand she needs and the kind, thanking him as she quickly strips the sheets to soak them. He’s out the door in 5 minutes flat and as he drives to the store he repeats her instructions over and over, but it all leaves his head the moment he steps in the doors.
Imagine the fear and curiosity all of the cashiers have when they see the most feared crime boss enter their job in confident strides; none of them notice the way he’s mumbling the brand name under his breath or the way his hands are slightly shaking as he heads straight for the aisle he needs.
The commotion in the store is at a standstill as they all wait with baited breaths for him to emerge from the aisle, none of them having the confidence to check in on him. He’s in a squatting position as he searches, but then his scattered thoughts are interrupted by the sound of someone behind him.
“Hello, sir. Can I help you find anything?” the young man asks carefully, slowly stepping over to where Harry is beginning to get frustrated and is still searching. He stands up so quickly that Eric flinches back in fear.
“Look me in the eye again and I’ll shoot your foot off,” he snaps gruffly, making the younger employee shift his eyes to the floor immediately. He then thinks of what YN would say if she were here and takes a deep breath, deciding to try again. “Do you know where the, um, L brand assorted tampons are?” he mumbles, reaching a hand up to scratch the back of his neck.
Eric nods immediately and steps over to where they are, grabbing two boxes and bringing them back to Harry. “Is there anything else you’re looking for?” he asks meekly, and Harry just shrugs his shoulders and mumbles an ‘I don’t know what she’d need’. From then Eric and Harry go around the store and grab everything she could possibly need. Pain killers, a heating pad, snacks, and he even found a cute little panda face mask he knows she’d love.
They’re at the register a few short minutes later and Harry’s cheeks are on fire as he can feel all the eyes on him, and he just wishes Eric would hurry the fuck up. When everything is bagged and paid for, Harry slips him a literal hundred dollar bill and nods in thanks as he heads from the store with his bags, eager to get home to YN.
He practically speeds home to get to her, and the moment his shoes are off at the door he’s sprinting up the stairs with the bags in his hands. He finds her in the shower and he places the tampons on the counter before heading into the bedroom to drop everything else off.
Not long after, YN emerges from the bathroom with a dopey smile on her face at his gesture, walking to stand in between his legs.
“Thank you,” she starts, her words nothing short of genuine. Just the sweetest husband,” her words are feeding his ego and he leans up to press a greedy kiss to her lips.
“Yeah?” he pulls away. “Gonna let me show how sweet I can really be?” he teases, moving down to nip at the sweet spot on her neck. She moans softly and leans into his touch.
“Never gonna say no to that,” she responds. Harry wastes no more time, and in mere seconds he’s got her bare and on her back, legs spread as he lines himself up with her.
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bau-drabbles · 1 year
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a/n: inspired from all the prev posts!
your insta but you're dating aaron hotchner part 2 :")
part 1, 3, 4
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y/n_xo: look at my faves 🫶🥹.... and then there's aaron
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its.emilyp: jumpscare warning next time 😨
d.morgan: nah he looks like he's concocting some evil plan
penny.garcia: he looks like he's going to steal christmas
reid.gram: he looks like he kidnapped my mom and held her hostage somewhere 😦
itsjj: just smile and wave, kids. smile and wave 🥲
d.morgan: crop him out next time fr 🙏
a.hotch: i'll crop you out of the team
d.morgan: say less 😍😮‍💨 least ion have an ugly smile
a.hotch: what smile? you just bare your teeth
y/n_xo: oh 😭
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y/n_xo: meme jack really quickly 🫣
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reid.gram: jack is me when hotch is asking me to get to the point even though my point was the whole theory 🙂
penny.garcia: omg me when he tells me to search something more quickly even though i'm already working high speed 🙂
itsjj: me when he plants more files on my desk even though i'm drowning in the last ones 🙂
its.emilyp: he's me that one time hotch did "team building" and then proceeded to complain the whole time 🙂
d.morgan: me when i made one mistake and he held it against me for months but goes on about forgiving and how its important to move on 🙂
the.davidrossi: me looking at him ogling @/y/n_xo for months and then passionately disagreeing he was in love
y/n_xo: so i'm sensing some of you need therapy 🧍‍♀️
a.hotch: all of you are dead to me
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y/n_xo: i really got replaced 💔
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the.davidrossi: WHERE are you finding these???
itsjj: so... who's the wife in the relationship? 🤔
its.emilyp: it's rossi for sure
reid.gram: i would say hotch. the angle of the selfie says it all
d.morgan: nah it gotta be rossi, he types and cooks like a mom. sometimes he even be smelling like one
the.davidrossi: all of you are out of my will
d.morgan: i complimented your cooking and this is the attitude i get? choke
its.emilyp: you're probably immortal at this point, poisoning and sucking the life out of other people so you can drive us to insanity which would inevitably lead us to our doom. but i see right through you 😒
itsjj: sweetheart we need to stop watching horror movies at night time, okay?
a.hotch: it's not what it looks like!
y/n_xo: i don't know if i should cry or be disgusted >:(
a.hotch: baby, i haven't cheated. i promise you ❤
y/n_xo: omg could you imagine if you did with rossi? 💀
the.davidrossi: what is that supposed to mean? 🤨
reid.gram: she means you're old and embarrassing. and maybe even disgusting 🤷‍♂️
y/n_xo: i will physically mutilate you and feed you to wild dogs
itsjj: thanks for that, my kids are crying
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y/n_xo: my bae 😍
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reid.gram: we literally have a pending case right now y/n
y/n_xo: okay? he's still a bae 😍
reid.gram: awww really? hope you guys find out you're related 😍🤞
penny.garcia: well... at least we know those frown lines are removable 😌
reid.gram: in a time like this, his frown lines are what matters to you? imagine if he was dead
itsjj: omg imagine he was and you guys were discussing his frown lines. i'd resurrect and haunt everyone on this thread
reid.gram: don't worry, your cheeto breath would give you away instantly 🤢
penny.garcia: all i'm saying is i'd want to make sure our boss got a nice makeover one last time in the coffin. and you can't do that if you have bad indentations on your forehead 💗💗
itsjj: this alone should give you employee of the year 😍
a.hotch: i think we need to have a serious talk
d.morgan: seeing hotch not angry makes me feel deeply uncomfortable
its.emilyp: no cause same. someone poke him and see if he's alive
y/n_xo: you'd think i'd kill him? 😡
its.emilyp: if you did, there'd be no one between us would there? 😏
y/n_xo: 😳
a.hotch: i'm wide awake, thank you 😠
its.emilyp: its like he's still with us 😢 i can almost feel his presence 💔
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hisbitchhh · 4 months
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AYE A DRABBLE WITH MASA FROM FUKUMEN D. YK HIM RIGHT?? make it smut💗
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Shut your horny ass up.😒
OF COURSE I KNOW WHO HE IS BITCH!!! HE'S DADDY. THE HOTTEST OF THE HOTTEST. Oh yeah.. this is WAY longer than a drabble. Sorry, babe...🥰
The Office Desk
Pairing: Masa Muto × fem!reader
Word count: 729
Genre:❤️‍🔥
Notes: I saw a spicy ass scene in this one drama that I'm watching, and holy shit, I GOT INSPIRATION.
Warnings: Vaginal sex, rough sex, fem recieving, no kinky bs just normal seggs.😜 Please don't read if you're uncomfortable with the mentioned warnings.
“Hey everyone ~” You greeted with a smile, walking into Your boyfriend’s workplace– or at least that was what he called it. Instead of anything being tidy and organized, the place was an absolute mess. Four big tables in the center of the room full of house phones, telephones, weed, cigarettes, bright lamps, and more. The smell of nicotine absolutely disgusted you, and everything was either dusty and old, or newly ordered with someone's stolen money. It was a club; The Cabaret Club. It was quite big for an illegal business, yet you couldn't shake off the vision of seeing Masa in jail because of so much stolen money.
The employees either hummed or gave you a wave in response, only paying attention to the amount of money that they received per delivery. You spot your boyfriend sitting on a spinning chair at a table, talking on the phone while writing something down on a piece of paper. Grinning, you strolled over to him, dropping your satchel down on one of the tables and placing a hand on his shoulder once you got to him.
“Hii~,” You say in almost a purr, smiling down at him with glossed lips. He glanced up at you, quickly glancing back down at the paper.
“Okay, 650… alright, perfect. Bye.” Masa murmured, hanging up the call and putting his phone down, leaning back in his seat with a sigh to look at you, raising a brow. “What? I'm busy, Y/n.” He licks his lips, running a hand through his wavy, messy hair. You frown, crossing your arms.
“Can't I say hi to my boyfriend? I haven't seen you in days.” You complain, plopping down onto his lap. Masa chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist, drumming your thigh with his fingers. “Did you miss good ‘ol Masa?...” He mutters questioningly, smirking up at you. Your smirk reflects his own.
“Of course,” You bite your lip, leaning toward his ear and sliding a hand up his baggy shirt. “I've missed all of Masa…” You run your hand along his abs, and he grins, shaking his head as his hand pulls yours out of his shirt.
“Not now, baby. I'm busy.” He yawned, leaning forward on his seat. A pout formed on your lips, and you huffed in annoyance. “Really? Not even after a week?” You hum quietly, scowling at the immediate decline. Your hand travels down to his sweatpants, licking your lips as you gaze up at him. “You don't miss me?...” As you felt the bulge under his pants, you chuckled. He was already hard. Masa let out a sigh, a soft groan escaping his lips. You smiled, your grin widening when he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
“Go into the office.”
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Your arms automatically wrap around his neck as he pulls you into the office, desperately pressing his lips on yours.
“Masa, wait– the blinds!--” You say between kisses, but he quickly shuts you up, biting down on your bottom lip.
“They can watch us,” Masa growls, ripping your jean shorts off of your body, his hands all over you, fumbling with your clothes and fondling your body as he pushes everything off of his desk, placing you down on it. You wrapped your legs around his hips, letting out soft whines as he kissed and suckled on your neck, allowing him to manhandle you.
“You were desperate for it anyway, weren’t you?” He groaned, pounding into you with such roughness that you almost lost your balance on his office desk. You moaned quietly in embarrassment of the other workers hearing you, but he soon enough quickened his pace in a successful attempt to make you louder, looking down at you with pursed lips, the bright sunlight shining on his body with a seductive glow as he viciously fucked into you, cock ramming against your walls like a maniac. You moaned uncontrollably loud, and he smirked at the sound of that, slamming into you in broad daylight.
“You like that, Princess? You like it?” His face inches closer to yours. “Quit fuckin’ around with me, baby. You know what I'll do to you,” He moaned out, holding you in place as he continued to push himself into you, throwing his head back in pleasure.
"This man will be the death of me," You always told yourself-- and you weren't wrong on that part.
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chrollohearttags · 1 year
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so we can all come to the general consensus that levi is a classy, boujie ass man. We all know he despises messes and making them even more. Everything must be spotless..
that is until it comes to fucking you..and then he becomes the nastiest man alive.
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themes: black !fem maid reader, dom levi (with hints of ocd) thigh riding, degradation (use of slut and whore) pet names (kitten, princess, sweetheart) spit kink, throat fucking, use of sir and daddy, mentions of anal sex and masturbation, there’s a lot of other stuff too. Minors, you’re not welcome.
📝: not sure of the word count but this is a little drabble because levi is on my mind heavy.
oh yes, (y/n), his gorgeous little housekeeper turned personal whore, who he fucks at will and abandons all of his neat freak tendencies for. The absolute vision of beauty strutting around his huge estate with those long legs, plump ass and perky breasts swaddled up in that cute uniform. A skirt about three inches too high…
just barely covering that backside. Enough for him to daydream about bending you over and breeding that pretty pussy as he worked away at his desk.
damn you and the urges you drummed out of him. It was so unbecoming of such an accomplished man. Having vivid wet dreams about his help like a prepubescent teen? It was embarrassing! But not shameful enough to stop him from enacting on said desires..calling you into his office and answering with quite the request when you so sweetly asked:
“Is there something I can do for you, sir?”
and indeed it was. Waving you over with a finger, the normally stoic stock broker, who had amassed millions from his trade, requested for you to join him as he looked over some paperwork. It was no secret, at least to you how Mr. Ackerman felt;
all but obvious when you caught him one night in his study, stroking his cock and moaning your name..loud enough for you to hear him from the other side of the door. It was so fucking hot! This multi-millionaire, busting a nut at the sheer thought of you.
god, he must’ve sounded so pathetic but he could care less. He was sexually frustrated…having been long time single and not looking in the slightest. Granted, he could pay for it if that’s what he chose but purchasing pussy wasn’t really his style. Especially when he had it in house.
being the dutiful and diligent employee that you were, you’d gladly come and assist. How so? By letting him use your slutty mouth as a flesh light and draining his cum down your throat. It was such a mess; that warm nut splattering his bare thighs and your exposed tits. Mixed fluids all over the carpet and chair…but you’d be happy to lap it up.
if he didn’t know any better, he would’ve sworn he saw heaven that night. So naturally, it couldn’t stop there. When the other staff were away, you two would play: having the nastiest, most disgusting sex ever. Complete polar opposite of his public image.
just like that very moment: when you’d obey and come sit atop his lap. That ass brushing his crotch and your clothed cunt slowly straddling his thigh like a helpless puppy. As busy as he was, he needed a distraction..only the kind you could provide. “Kitten, I’m just feeling so fucking tense right now. Work’s got me stressed. ‘Think you can help me out?”
uttering that precious pet name he had adorned you with. And like always, you’d fulfill his wishes with bells on. Once you had worked yourself into an aroused frenzy; dripping through his black slacks and wetting his skin. Practically whimpering when he hoisted your shirt and began groping those beautiful breasts.
even deciding to shove a hand in those panties and press against that swollen pearl..tracing tiny circles and massaging it.
“Y—yes. Whatever you want, sir!” And what Levi craved more than anything was to put you atop that desk, fold your legs behind your head and pump you full of dick until you came everywhere. So fast forward and that’s exactly what came to fruition..
papers and whatnots shoved to the floor, pushed to the wayside and your body was the only thing that remained. Rocking back and forth as he stuffed that sweet spot, stretching it open. “G-ahhh. That’s it, just take this dick, sweetheart…your only job right now, it’s what you’re best at. I don’t even need you to think..” Not to say you didn’t do exceptional work at the other duties but something about the way you tightened around that cock was something special.
gripping at the sides as he jolted you around, making you toss your head back and release a yelp when he so casually decided to shove his all of those thick inches into the deepest part of your throbbing heat..even pressing down when he started bulging and touching your cervix with his tip.
“Hhhngh! It feels so good, sir. Oh shit!”
“You’re making such a mess on me, kitten. Surely you’re going to clean this up, right?” referring to the milky puddle of cream spilling from your little hole, onto his shaft and the mahogany wood underneath you. Mocking the fact that you couldn’t help your body’s reaction..it was all but inevitable to nut all over his dick when he fucked you this good.
but it’s when you don’t answer his question fast enough, because you’re too busy screaming that he snatches (y/n) up by the center of those beautiful curls and forces your head up; making you meet his gaze. Oh, he turns into such an unhinged feign when he’s inside of you. Unable to control himself and ends up pounding your pussy like a brutish animal…so damn hot.
that’s when Levi shoves three of his perfectly groomed digits into your mouth and begins finger fucking your jaws, turning you to a drooling mess..that dumb, slutty expression on your face making him lose it. The trail of saliva trickling down your chin and chest filling his mind with all types of filthy, perverted ideas. “You answer me when I speak, slut. I hate being ignored..”
it’s then that he reluctantly pulls out and goes to the front to fuck that throat. But not without drumming out some of your squirt with him and letting it splatter his barely buttoned white dress shirt. You’re getting your fluids all over him and his workspace…it’s so disgusting, so nasty…and exactly what he wanted!
“I’m sorry, sir..I just—“
but your excuses are of no consolation to him. And instead, he fills your mouth with his dripping erect. Immediately pumping it between those pretty, plump lips of yours. But not without lubricating the inside with his own trail of saliva.
he’s so conflicted…on one hand, he hates the idea that his office is now in disarray. He’s the type that needs to maintain a spotless environment at all times..on the other? Watching you taste the sweet remnants of yourself as he sloppily throat fucks his little slut; strings of saliva bubbling and dangling all over the place. Not to mention the way your nimble fingers toy with that clit because you’re just feigning to feel him inside of you again…
it was the most divine thing ever and he didn’t give a fuck how filthy things got..it was a mess well worth it! “Oh fuck, kitten…I swear you bring out the worst in me. I know it’s not right but I just want to keep pounding this throat until you suck me dry..I want to do all the nastiest things with you, babe. Daddy just wants to give you all of his nut..in here, in that beautiful pussy..”
mindlessly rambling as he tosses his back onto his shoulders, trying to regain a semblance of self restraint. The ever so poised Levi Ackerman has never spoke so vulgar and vile words to anyone but it’s something about you. He’s gently stroking your cheek as you gaze up at him with those big doe brown eyes and fluttering lashes, suckling on his tip like a piece of candy. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll train that cute little ass next. How’s that sound?”
earning him a fateful nod. “That’s my good girl..always doing whatever the fuck I tell you. Exactly why you get whatever you want from me..” his cock twitches once more when you squirt all over those fingers and display the dripping mess mid air. Feeling the vibrations of your moans around his base.
raking a hand through his hair, he proceeds..sucking his teeth and trying to maintain his composure but it’s fading fast. In all honestly, he’s losing his goddamn mind. Like a feral creature in fucking heat, Levi just keeps thrusting upward, getting faster until sweat begins to head around his forehead. As with the rest of his sheen slicked body. He can’t believe that you’ve both been going this hard. Losing track of how many times he’s watched you climax now but it was damn sure time to add his own to the mix.
those heavy, full balls colliding with your hairline were just begging to be emptied and of course, with the assistance of those warm jaws, you were bound to taste his cum in a matter of minutes, if that. Releasing one of those heavy, loud grunts, the normally less than vocal businessman coiled his thumbs around your throat and palms to the back of your neck and fucked your skull with all he had. You could see how desperate and deranged he was..
“C’mon, princess. Swallow this nut for me, okay? Suck this cum out of me like I know you can. Just drain me already..fuuuck.”
never having seen him so vulnerable like this. All of it: the language, the filthy dialogue between you two and the disgusting mess of bodily fluids..it’s all your doing. Only you could drum up such a scene from him. But none of that matters now, and with your tongue scaling the underside of his shaft, you grant his wish sooner rather than later.
with one final twitch, breath catching in his windpipe..Levi releases an extremely loud groan as well as those sought after strings of semen. Pouring every last drop of his warm liquid into the back of your welcoming throat. “Ohhhh, fuck! Take it..take it all from me, baby..” Bubbles and escaping droplets are pooling down the sides of your face and after a full minute of pumping, he finally pulls his sensitive, overly stimulated cock out of your mouth. The tip is practically glowing red, emitting all types of mixed fluids from it.
at that moment, he’s so delirious and spent but feeling prideful all the same. You’ve just swallowed every drop of his cum as if it were nothing..a sign that he had trained his little whore very well. “C’mere..” When you finally come to, you’re greeted with a peck to the forehead, followed by a deep, sloppy kiss from your boss and lover. He has no shame shoving his tongue inside of your mouth after just getting the nastiest head possible.
“You did great, kitten..thank you for clearing my head up. I needed that…” making you grin from ear to ear, your cheeks burning and face twisted into a smile. That white and clear liquid painted all over that beautiful brown complexion like a canvas and undoubtedly, you were his work of art.
chuckling, you’d find the strength to make it onto all fours, teasing that ass in the air; subtly twerking. You were really something when you got going. “It’s my pleasure, sir. Always..” muttering so sweetly as you leaned down, akin to the pet he had been calling you, and lap up your own puddle of juices; gliding that tongue pad across the surface before glaring back up at him..who was already hard as rock once again and in awe of how utterly slutty you got for him..and decided that one round wasn’t going to suffice!
“…matter of fact, let’s just take the rest of the day off. I think we could use a little more time together.”
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multi-fandomsfreak · 1 year
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Movie!Knuckles reaction to having a crush on you
(Movie!Knuckles x reader)
This was written during my movie!knuckles obsession phase ~ J/Blaze
Notes: I just realised that I’ve got the first half of the fic and not the rest so if it looks different to what you remembered that’s why
Pronouns: they/them
Warning: ⚠️spoilers for Knuckles backstory in the movie + slight spoilers for Sonic Movie 2⚠️
Requested: Yes/No
Characters: Knuckles + Sonic + Tails + Maddie + Tom + mentions of Dr Robotnik/Eggman
Proof Read: ❌
Credits: Icon by bellcastillo118 on Pinterest + Banner by solita🎧. on Pinterest
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- if you’ve watched the second movie it’s known that knuckles lost his tribe at a very young age and was lonely for most of his life so when he first met you during the period of the second movie I’d imagine it would taken him a while to trust you, mostly because of robotnik betraying him combined with what happened to his tribe. He didn’t want to go through something like that again so he isolated himself from you
- Eventually after some help from people like Sonic, Tails, Tom and Maddie he eventually decided to give you a chance and chat with you. After spending some time with you he eventually found out that you were much better than he thought you were going to be and eventually decided to become your friend
- Can we all agree that this man will do his absolute best to make sure you are safe and happy. It’s like having a personal bodyguard with you. Remember that meme that's like ‘excuse me they asked for no pickles!” Just imagine that but with you and knuckles:
+ “How dare you leave pickles in their burger even when they said they didn’t want any!”
+ “Knuckles it’s fine I’ll still eat the burger” you smiled trying to convince him not to fight the employees
+ “They need to make you a new burger [NAME] since they clearly don’t know how to make one” knuckles put his hands on your shoulders while trying to justify beating up the employees
- it took all the strength and patience just to convince knuckles to not punch the employees
- Knuckles would literally sacrifice himself or possibly someone else just to keep you happy, as long as you're happy he’s happy
- Now onto the crush part of this!
- As much as I love him he’s very clueless when it comes to stuff like this, he does stuff that others will think is him expressing romantic feelings while he might see it as nothing but a friendly gesture or maybe as a fighting technique
- Eventually it comes to a point where sonic has to tell him about having crushes and how he is clearly showing signs of him having a crush but of course knuckles denies this because he is a ‘warrior’ and he just sees you as ‘just a friend’ like sure knuckles ‘just a friend’
- After a lot of convincing from sonic that yes you do like them knuckles and that it’s alright to have these feelings he asks sonic what he should do sonic just tells him to ‘just be honest and tell them’ to which knuckles surprisingly goes along with trusting sonic and went up to you
- When he does come to ask you out well attempt to at least it can be slightly awkward at first since you have no goddamn idea on what he is trying to do until it hits you
+ “um knuckles?”
+ “Yes [NAME]!” Knuckles said now alerted
+ “Are you trying to confess to me” you said confused
+ “Yes?” He also said confused then a wave of embarrassment just hits him like a truck
- That’s when knuckles went defensive mode and immediately started to blame sonic afraid you were immediately disgusted like ‘blame sonic he was the one who told me to do it’
- That’s when you brought him into a hug stopping his rambling and returned your feelings. As soon as you brought him into a hug knuckles felt some sort of calm flowing through his body. He couldn’t help but notice that his heart was beating a bit faster and he felt his face heat up. "Is this what love was?” Knuckles thought to himself. That’s when he finally melted into your touch and accepted that yes he was in love.
- Alright let’s get on with it. Knuckles is definitely both protective and clingy without him realising it. Of course he understands if you can do something by yourself he’ll let you do it but he can’t help it especially since what happened between him and eggman he just doesn’t anything bad happening to you.
- Carrying on from the previous statement this man definitely takes loyalty to another level. He’ll pretty much do anything for you no matter if he’s already doing something or not, it doesn’t matter if he’s already in the middle of a task if he hears that you are in trouble he drops everything and immediately tends to your needs.
- His behaviour change is definitely noticeable. I mean come on how could you not. Everyone knows how soft knuckles is for you. Tom and Maddie weren’t really paying much attention to it. They're just happy for both you and knuckles. Tails does notice a change; he doesn't want to bring up the fact in case he’ll get it wrong from him. Sonic on the other hand will tease the hell out of him no matter how many times knuckles tells him to quit it sonic still finds a way to tease him.
- Speaking of Maddie and Tom, knuckles definitely asks for some advice considering you know they are dating. Despite the slight teasing from Tom and Maddie telling him to stop, they do give him genuine advice about how to make sure you're happy.
- Overall although a bit clueless he’s definitely the best
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Blitz and Fizz Talk about “That”
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The dialogue writes itself. I physically couldn’t stop writing this, it flowed so naturally. and I used S2E7 dialogue of Fizz about Mammon, past events in the series, and Stolitz stans’ own disgusting SA apologia
Blitz’s phone sounds off with a terrifying ringtone, which is his very own scream of horror: I’m tired of taking this bitch’s calls why doesnt he use his own security.. (he answers and puts on his sexy persona) Stolas, h-hey hot stuff..Ew fuck…what can I do you for..buddy?
Stolas wantonly screaming through blitzos phone: Don’t forget about our little rendezvous my sexy impish plaything~ Oh~~ my darling Blitzy 😩 I cant wait to feel your slimy f*cking imp c*ck in my sl*tty royal cloaca during the full moon tonight, I’ve been so pent up since our first date, I prepared all the lovely bear traps and knives for you to stab me with oh yeeees—-fuuuck—-jelly sandwiches—-
Blitz, holding the phone away from his face in disgust: Ok ok Stolas I fucking get it….(sigh) I mean uh yeah I’ll make you my bitch or whatever the fuck (hangs up while stolas is still masturbating and screaming, completely ignoring him) satan fucking dammit it’s that time already I was hoping he’d get the message.
Fizz, who blitz didn’t know was behind him: Holy shit Blitz that’s how Princey dirty talks to you? You don’t even seem to be into his shit-hell if some freak spoke to me like that-
Blitz, extremely embarrassed and ashamed: Look it’s just…how he is. And listen he’s not my fucking Prince. Like I kept telling you, Stolas is a thirsty bitch who doesn’t give a shit about guys like us, he just wants a lower class impish demon to fuck him so he doesn’t feel lonely. I get to stab and bite the bastard as much as I want cause he can’t get hurt, and he gets..off. Look it’s only a monthly thing I get through it just fine. It’s not something I fuss about. Christ on a stick It’s fine!! Look I need this gig—fizz don’t look at me like that.
Fizz, very confused: I just—Wait what “gig” are you talking about? Aren’t you two a thing..at Ozzies…
Blitz: I was…I just..ok I know this sounds fucked up but I was uh..celebrating the wedding anniversary with my employees alright..uh..without them seeing me-
Fizz, pissed: Ohhh the sappy vanilla ones who hit me over the head with the fuckin lute, hah, the ones you said you’ve “watched pork many times”? Fucking weirdo-
Blitz: Ok point is, I called Stolas and he got me past that prude ass incubitch bouncer who wouldn’t let me in, by scaring the fuck out of him, which was hilarious by the way-and it was all a fake ass date I never wanted.
Fizz: WHAT?? Are you saying threatened Jesse? And you pretend to care about our kind-What the fuck—you let that snotty Prince intimidate my staff, crash the club, and steal someone’s reserved fucking table for a fake date? Can you ever stop being such a piece of shit?
Blitz: The bouncer was a dick!! You’re missing the point! Look--this conversations getting off the fucking rails-I have to fuck this disgusting thirsty rich prick of a guy in any way he likes once a month so that he lets me borrow his fancy ass book and I can get on with my actual job of killing people. I don’t have much of a…I mean I go through with it too..It’s worth the price. The sex is not something I fuss about ok , I just pretend I’m somewhere else. And don’t look at me like that!! I get through it just fine!
Fizz, unnerved: You “get through” it? And you hate him this much? That sounds like…assault dude. You literally have no choice in this if he’s holding your whole job over your head and making do this to get it like you’re doing favours for favours. Lust shouldn’t be about force-
Blitz, defensive: You clowny ass drama queen It’s fucking not “assault!” I’m the one who dominates his ass!! I’m a grown ass man i can make my own decisions!! Like I said I fuck who I want when I want. I’m not going to be tied down to him. And…even if he makes me sick…I-I AGREED TO IT! I CAN LEAVE ANY TIME I WANT TO—IM NOT-HE’S Not..Im not a…fucking victim alright…it’s fine. He ruined his family over it so I at least owe him. Plus I take advantage in my own shitty ways he doesn’t know about.
Fizz, getting upset: Maybe you do, to fucking survive? This guys had everything handed to him like a pampered…ugh…And who cares if you aren’t some noble saint. Or if he gave up his family for a thrust he coerces out of you. It’s not your problem.
You’re a piece of shit yes but in this thing? Fuck no. It’s all him! That guy sounds like a fucking dick! He’s using you for everything because..well…plenty of people have always been actually into you, and he’s a fucking trash fire who can’t even keep his dirty laundry in his own home. He’s a creep and you clearly aren’t even all that attracted to the guy! Your ringtone for him is you screaming in terror!!! This freelance assassin bullshit can’t be worth this!!
Blitz: This job is, Fizz!! I need this gig, without it I’ll lose everything! My home, the independence I’ve finally fucking built, that guys like him never thought I could get. It’s for my daughter, Mox and Mills need me, and I..Ive fucked up enough times already in this department, as you said..my love life is a pile of shit.
Fizz: Look I wouldn’t have said that shit if I knew—
Blitz: I don’t want to be…alone like he is, even if it’s this shitty guy…at least someone wants me, I want someone with me..
Fizz: Right….Kindve like I wanted a father figure?
Blitz trying to force a laugh: come on!! That’s not even close to the same thing. It’s fine. I just, have to do this!
….loooong pause
Blitz: By the way he’s the goetia Prince from years ago that Cash sold me to as his friend for the day cause he liked my jokes, and I had to steal all his shit risking getting fucking killed as a child. he still laughs at my jokes actually it’s uh, I mean he can’t be that bad can he if he laughs—
Fizz:
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If you do yandere had cannons could you please do some with sae with a darling that has the personality of yui from diabolic lovers if you're not too busy
sure!!💕
☰ WEIRD GIRL - SAE ITOSHI
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CUSTOMER . @kiannas-stuff TW . Possessiveness, Violence, Reader's personality is kinda like Yui Komori, more like a softie reader? , Manga spoiler, Cringy Writing, Manga events included, Fem! Reader
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⊹. . How Did You Meet ?
‎‧₊˚ Sae Itoshi, the Soccer Genius of all of Japan lost to Team " Blue Lock ", had shaken the corners of the nation more than those present in the stadium, and this shocking event became a headline of various news platforms. ‧₊˚ he didn't care much about it in any way as he still believed he was far superior to them for all he could blame was the bunch of weaklings on the team, who let him down. ‧₊˚ he scrolled through the headlines with a tired look on his face, a sigh escaped his lips as he threw his phone to the corner of the bed carelessly, he got up to take his wallet and keys of his manor moving outside in the cold weather. ‧₊˚ He quietly walked to a local convenience store nearby his house, entering the store he was greeted by many stunned faces just looking at him, scoffing them off. ‧₊˚ strolling through the area with his usual poker face, without even realizing his teal eyes caught the view of a (h/c)-ette girl struggling as her hands tried to reach the top of the rack to get something. ‧₊˚ he quietly approached her and raised his hands to get the item that her small hands were struggling to get for so long, he turned towards her to meet the gorgeous face of the girl which he couldn't help but admire. ‧₊˚ The anonymous girl waved her hand in front of his face getting him back into reality, "sir?...are you alright", Sae blinked twice in confusion and turned red in embarrassment, he threw the item into her hands and rushed to another corner, leaving the girl standing there in confusion. ‧₊˚ after a while, he went to the counter with a can of energy drink, placed it on the desk, and the employee got and grab the can to scan the code as Sae quietly watched him, "that'd be 150 yen", he took out his wallet and placed a 1000 yen note making the employee's jaw drop "keep the change." he said walking out of the shop. ‧₊˚ He walked outside the shop to hear the employee scream "THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING!", rolling his eyes as he kept walking, "Sir!" a familiar voice from behind stopped his steps, turning around he saw her again, her panting heavily with her hands on her knees and him glaring at her, he spoke "What...?" ‧₊˚ "Well, I wanted to say Thank you cause you helped me back there," the girl said standing up straight after catching some breath, "and so you took the struggles to catch with me to say this?..." a disgusted look formed on his face, "well yeah! of course, well I guess I'm done here...now I'm going to take my leave" (h/c)-ette bowed and took a turn to leave, "Hey! wait..." the girl turned her head around with one of her eyebrows raised, "Well nevermind...you can go..." Sae said with a sigh. ‧₊˚ "Oh ok...well let's meet some other day!" the girl replied with a smile, the response stunned Sae for a moment, "Sure..." said in a low voice with sarcasm, "btw I'm (Name), remember me ok!" waving a bye before running away. ‧₊˚ "(Name)...", "What a weird girl..." he rolled his eyes.
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⊹. . Aftermath
‧₊˚ At first Sae thought you were someone weird for how casually you talked to him in your first meeting. Though, your personality didn't fail to amaze him. ‧₊˚ this simple thought of you took turns into becoming an obsession, how can just a local girl like you, who he met at a convenience store just drive him insane in just a single meeting. ‧₊˚ He didn't know anything about you other than your name, he would always look forward for he'd bump into you again but, this time never let you go ‧₊˚ Well this time it seemed like god was on his side, and he finally found you, as much as he was happy, he was jealous at the same time with the view of you being with some other guy/girl other than him. (chill that person is not your s/o , just a friend of yours) ‧₊˚ but he was a guy who was just too spoiled from a very young age, if he wants something he gets it no matter what. and you are no exception ‧₊˚ in his opinion you were a play hard, who was trying to ignore the fact he is an international level soccer player, and that he was known worldwide, but little did he know that you didn't even know a single thing about soccer. ‧₊˚ The more he got to know you, the more he realized how naive, caring and innocent you were, there was something about you that made him fall for you harder day by day. ‧₊˚ He loved every single thing about you, that kind personality of you to help anyone in need, you were such a pure soul he thought he swore that he wouldn't let anyone ruin you, he wanted to take you somewhere no soul could even dare lay a finger at you. ‧₊˚ indeed you were too naive, to fall in love with a monster like him...
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⊹. . How Would He Treat You?
‧₊˚ well in most of the animes I portrayed the characters to be extremely violent to a level that they don't have a hesitancy to do some killing for their darling, but the case here is different I believe, yes, Sae is indeed violent but not too a level of killing cause aside from you he gives very much importance to his career and he can't take any chances to commit something like this for his own reasons. ‧₊˚ Cause first, his career would get ruined alongside his reputation among the newer generation of soccer players. ‧₊˚ Second, He knows it would hurt his darling if he does something like that, and he can't afford to see you cry right? ‧₊˚ If some guy touches you, Sae is strong enough to break those hands and send that guy to the hospital without even getting reported to the police. ‧₊˚ but he hides this monstrous side of his from you, cause he is afraid you would leave him. What would he be without you? ‧₊˚ But here is the thing he is R.O.U.G.H, the guy would leave bite marks over your neck and tell you to wear somewhat revealing dresses to show the marks, as to tell the world who you belong to ‧₊˚ let's say he would spoil you rotten, I mean he is a celebrity right? imagine his annual income, it's enough for you to buy every single thing you ever wanted ‧₊˚ well he finds you too adorable that he developed a habit to squish your cheeks. (IDK I JUST TURNED RED WRITING THIS ONE.) ‧₊˚ He is not too possessive and yet too possessive, but only in the cases you being around other men other than him or else you have the freedom to enjoy anything you like. ‧₊˚ But what if, you find out about his bad side what would happen? ‧₊˚ Well, he would try convincing you he did it all to keep you happy, but you won't buy it so he would leave you alone, till you can calm down and he could sort things out with you. ‧₊˚ well longer the relationship the more he knows about you, so using that innocence of yours up to his advantage he would successfully convince you to stay with him. after all they don't call him a genius for no reason right? ‧₊˚ well he'd force but not actually force you to get a tattoo of his name(optional where) ‧₊˚ people who know you are scared of him, and they'd tell you he is scary but you still deny it. ‧₊˚ he saw himself to be a devil for a goddess like you, who brought light to his darkness. ‧₊˚ most of the guys who ever tried to make you uncomfortable or flirt with you were reportedly almost beaten to death but survived with serious permanent damages, as you could say Sae spared the for the sake of you. ‧₊˚ and yet again things go back, and he would occasionally take you with him on a vacation. ‧₊˚ well he would always book you a front row to his match so that he could watch your cute reactions to his goals, and that you would cheer him which would boost his confidence or more like ego. ‧₊˚ and even when you are too shy kissing him when he asks for it, in front of people, especially his teammates then oh dear, he would get annoyed, that he would just pull you close and start making out with you shamelessly in front of them. ‧₊˚ well humiliation like this is common in your relationship with him. ‧₊˚ Just so you know Sae Itoshi is a monster disguised as your prince charming of your dreams.
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