#available for business calls from my boss and coworkers

[honeytrap26]

I’ll Play Nice

Satoru Gojo x Reader

summary: Your boss invites you and your husband Satoru Gojo to dinner. cw: !!MDNI!! NSFW, talks about sex, gets a little heated between reader and Satoru. There’s cocks in here and I mean cocky men. 😉 aunote: I’ve been pining over Raiden from eighty-six, I can’t help it. just imagine two muscular men, almost equally as tall as each other, fighting over you. I just love Raidens and Satorus dub voices. I hope you all enjoy this one and happy reading! 🐼🖤 wc: 2k+ (proofread but there might be some errors)

This is your boss, Raiden Shuga Cookies for a Confession: a Raiden fluff.

“ Good work today, you did an amazing job with that presentation.” your boss taps on the edge of your desk.

“ Thank you Mr. Shuga.” you smile at him,

“ Please… just call me Raiden. Mr. Shuga is my father.” he chuckles, “ There's no need for formalities.”

“ Thank you...Raiden. But I can't get all the credit for it. We all contributed to that project.” you shut down your computer, grabbing your purse from underneath your desk.

“ Well, you should accept the compliment, you are their supervisor and that says a lot. The company has seen so many improvements since you started working here.” he smiles at you as he loosens his tie.

“Thank you again Mr. Shuga- I’m sorry. Raiden.” you get up from your chair, and begin to walk out when he calls your name.

“ Are you available this Saturday? I would like to take you out to dinner.” he clears his throat, unbuttoning his suit jacket. 

You let out a nervous chuckle, his question making you feel uneasy. He can see you shift uncomfortably in your spot.

“I didn’t mean it in that way.” he sighs, “Let me start over, I would like to invite you and your husband to dinner. I’m currently looking for a potential…”

“Partner? A girlfriend or perhaps a boyfriend?” you inquire. 

He laughs and shakes his head,

“No, a business partner. I have been inviting potential employees and coworkers out to a casual dinner to get to know them more. I would like to start my own business. I am going to need a partner and I would like to know what someone is like in a casual setting.”

You stand there for a moment before you mouth “Oh”

“So that’s what everyone has been talking about.” you clap your hands together, “it all makes sense now” Raiden raises an eyebrow,

“There’s been talk that you’ve been inviting people out to dinner and we all thought it was because you’re looking for someone to date.” you purse your lips together, awaiting his answer.

“Is…is that why everyone has been giving me weird looks lately?” he scans the empty workplace. “That's so embarrassing.” he drops his head down.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” you let out a laugh, amused at his reaction, “but yes dinner is fine with me. I will see you tomorrow night. Now if you’ll excuse me, my husband should be calling me in 3- 2-1.” your phone rings, you wave to him.

“Have a goodnight Raiden.” you smile at him and walk out of the door into the hallways, waiting for an elevator.

“Toru, are you almost ready? We’re going to be late.” you say slipping your heels on.

“Why am I going?” Gojo takes his time to tie his tie.

“Because he wants to meet you and also I might become a potential business partner.” you say excitedly,  checking your make up once more in the mirror.

“More like just a potential partner in bed. Is this guy even hot?” Gojo glances at you wiping off the lipstick on your teeth.

“He’s not bad looking.” you shrug your shoulders.

“So he is hot” he sulks.

 You walk over to Gojo and help him tie his tie.

“ You know I only have eyes for you and I love you. Now hurry up” -you slap his butt- “ you look good in a suit.” you give Gojo a quick kiss on the lips.  

His face lights up and he pulls you in closer to him, he whispers in your ear,

 “Oh yeah, I think I look better in a birthday suit.”he begins to kiss up and down your neck, he places his hands on your hips making you walk backwards until your back is against the wall.

Your hands roam his chest up to his tie, tugging it. Gojo smirks, his hands find their way to your ass giving it a hard squeeze making you whine.

“That's what I like to hear.” he grabs your face, his soft lips meeting yours, he licks your bottom lip but then  you push him away.

“No no no. We have to go.” you say panting, Gojos hands continue to roam all over your body. He tugs at your dress, lifting it up,

“Come on, just a quick one? Your boss can wait. You look so beautiful in that red dress. I wanna rip it off of you.” his fingers hit the lace on your panties, making him more urgent but you grab a hold of his hands. 

“I know you’re the almighty Satoru Gojo and everyone waits for you but I’m not special. If you’re a good boy and play nice. Maybe I'll give you a little something on the way home.” you grab his tie and tug it gently, he moans biting his lower lip knowing exactly what you meant by that.

“Come on! We’re really going to be late now.” you fix your dress and walk out the door.

“But baby! I’m hard.” he whines, chasing after you.

Satoru and you drive down to the very expensive steakhouse your boss wants to meet at.

“So much for a casual dinner?” Gojo laughs in disbelief.

 “I wonder if he’s already in there waiting for us.” you say nervously.

A sleek matte black motorcycle pulls in just as you're about to walk into the building. The rider revs it a couple of times before putting it in idle. He leans back into the seat and slips off his black leather gloves. The man is wearing a white fitted dress shirt, you can see his tattoos peeking through the cuffs of the shirt, he has on a gray vest over it.

“Hi Raiden,” you smile at your boss. Gojo’s eyebrows furrow as he sees how cheesy you get for your boss.

“Hi…Raiden.” Gojo imitates your voice under his breath, he pretends to clutch his pearls.

“Hey it’s so nice to see you.” Raiden says holding the helmet in one hand, he gets off the bike, walks over to and gives you a hug, he kisses the back of your hand.

“Wow…you’re so breathtakingly beautiful..” he takes a step back to take in…… all of your beauty.

Gojo growls under his breath, his long legs swiftly walk over to you, he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you in. His arctic blue eyes stare daggers into Raiden while he gives you a quick kiss.

“Behave." you slap Gojos chest playfully. “ I'm sorry about that. This is my husband, Satoru Gojo.”

Raiden's emerald eyes narrow at Gojo and he smirks,

“Nice to meet you, husband of this beautiful lady. You’re very lucky.” Raiden chuckles, taking your hand again and giving it another kiss, this time Raidens emerald eyes are focused on Gojo with the same piercing stare.

“You already did that.” Gojo snatches your hand away from him. 

Raiden just laughs, he waves for the valet boy.

“Yes sir,” the valet boy bows to Raiden.

“Just the usual spot. Have fun.” Raiden winks at the valet boy and fixes his suit. 

“Show off.” Gojo scoffs rolling his eyes, he hands the keys to the car to the same valet boy.

“Oh wait, I almost forgot to grab the reports.” you run after the valet boy to get your keys.

Gojo and Raiden are standing there, they both watch as you walk away heading back to the car.

“ You’re the boss, huh?” Gojo slips his hands in his dress pants, he sizes up Raiden, he's only a few inches shorter than Gojo.

“That’s me.” Raiden grins, he sweeps his hands out palms facing up, showing that he doesn’t mean to cause any harm.

Gojo lets out a sarcastic chuckle, he takes a step closer to Raiden, putting a hand on his shoulder. He leans in and says,

“I love my wife and I’ll do anything for her. So for her sake. I’ll play nice.” Gojo says the last part through gritted teeth, he squeezes Raiden's shoulder firmly before letting go.

“ Sorry about that, I just finished the reports earlier today and thought you may want to take a look at it.” you hand the file over to Raiden.

“That wasn’t necessary, I already told you I wasn’t in a rush to get it back.” he accepts the file and tucks it under his arm. “Shall we head inside? I’m starving.” he ushers for you and Gojo to go in first.

“Nice to meet ya boss.” Gojo pats Raiden's shoulder twice making sure to hit him a little harder than he would to most people.

The three of you are sitting at the table, Raiden sitting across from you and Gojo. The orders were placed based on Raiden's recommendation. The waiter brought out wine for the table also based on Raidens recommendation.

“Now shall we begin?” Raiden washes down the very expensive appetizer with wine, he wipes his mouth with the serviette and places it back on his lap.

“Hmm..” you cover your mouth, you chew quickly and take a sip of your wine.

“No need to rush, take your time.” Raiden chuckles. He leans back in his chair.

“Why do you want to start your own business?” Gojo’s eyes narrow at him.

“ What can I say? I want new things. I want things I can’t have and in order for me to get those things I have to leave and grow bigger.” Raiden licks his lips, his eyes darken, practically undressing you.

“So you’re a grower not a shower” -Gojo gulps down his glass of wine- “figures.” he grins, placing a hand on your inner thigh, he leans in to whisper loudly in your ear.  “I think she knows how much I show and grow for her.”

You choke on your food and excuse yourself to the restroom.

The night was oddly weird, this was supposed to be a nice casual conversation with your boss and your husband. At first you thought maybe it was just in your head but as the wine continued pouring the mouths started roaring, somehow this dinner turned into them fighting about who’s dick was bigger.

“That was a very nice meal, thank you for paying for dinner.” you say to your boss.

“No problem at all. We should do this more often.” he winks at you then looks at Gojo, 

“of course with your husband too. We can’t leave him out, he loves attention.”

You laugh at Raidens joke a little too hard for Gojos liking.

“Hey, why don’t we go to some place less fancy. You want to get to know me. I’ll show you.” Gojo says to him. 

You grab him trying to push him but Gojo is built like a tank and doesn’t move if he doesn’t want to. 

 Raiden shakes his head, “I’m fine. It was good meeting you.”

“What are you afraid of me?” -Gojo lets out a fake laugh- “Is it because…” -he tilts his head up- “ you’re weak?” 

You can see the cocky attitude slowly ooze out of him. It was time to take him home.

“Oookay it’s time to go. It was really nice to have dinner with you Raiden. Thank you for paying again.  I’ll see you at work on Monday.” you quickly wave at him, you pull Gojo away when Raiden says,

“ Actually I do want some more drinks, it doesn’t hurt to let loose once in a while, I can play nice.” he stares at Gojo coldly, then he clicks his tongue and shoots you with that charming smile of his. “I’ll see you guys there.”

It was on. If Satoru Gojo wanted to play nice, so could Raiden Shuga.

Extra Trimmings! “So…do I get a blowjob now?” he lets out a toothy grin. “No! What makes you think that you deserve a blowjob?” you slap his arm. “Ow! You said if I play nicely then I get a blowjob.” he reasons with you. “ Was telling my boss-” you lift your chin at him and imitate him. “-you’re weak. Playing nicely?” you sigh, “I’m so gonna get fired.”

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #raiden shuga #gojo smut #raiden x reader #satoru gojo x reader smut #satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #eighty six #i'll play nice #honeytrap🐼

[the-goldenbunny-diaries]

Masseuse (M)

⚢ Pairing - Nayeon x Reader

✎ Word Count - 2.7k

☆ Genre - Smut

♡ Description - After being yelled at by your boss, you look for a source of release, deciding to make an appointment with a masseuse for a bit of stress relief. (A/N: This isn’t proofread so I apologize if there are typos.)

★・・・・・・★

"Really, Y/N! I can't believe you actually did that! Such a rookie mistake," Your boss shook his head, ridiculing you. You work at Sapphire Business Company, a division under Gem Industries. Sapphire works specifically with the customer support side of Gem. Unfortunately, you were caught up with her newest task: training a newbie, Tzuyu, who didn't know how to code a lost and replaced item properly. You were called into her boss's office because Tzuyu coded it as just a lost item that had not been replaced yet. So, returning to the present, your boss is yelling at you, blaming you for Tzuyu’s mistake.

"I really expected more from you. You've been working here for over 4 years now, Y/N. You should know better," He scorned. You tried your best to explain to him that it wasn't your fault, that it was your new coworker's mistake, but he wouldn't listen to you. You just had to sit back and listen to him blame you for something you didn't do.

"Y/N, you're now on probation starting now. You're not going to come into work tomorrow, nor for the rest of the week, and you're certainly not going to get paid for it either. Maybe you'll learn that you need to make sure everything is right before you send it in." You looked at your boss with an utterly shocked face, freezing in place. “You may leave now.” He spoke sternly before you politely bowed and walked out of his office. As soon as she left, however, you silently cursed him out.

“How could he blame me for something that Tzuyu did?” You thought to yourself. You felt a strange feeling coursing through your body, almost as if every muscle was tightening due to the stress that your boss just caused you. After a few minutes of this, it was almost painful to move due to how tight your muscles had become. It was an experience you’d never felt before and was certainly not one you would wish on your worst enemy.

You sighed as you finally sat down in your car, slightly relieving the pain in your body. "Shit, I've gotta fix this somehow. I’m not going to be able to do anything like this."

★・・・・・・★

Driving down the road seemed to calm you some, but even the soothing music couldn't help the tenseness inside your muscles. When you pulled up to a red light, you quickly grabbed your phone and looked up local massage places. The closest one with the highest reviews was Ciao Bella. You laughed at the name, which meant “Hello Beautiful” in Italian. Since the spa had the best reviews, you decided to give them a call. You rang the number as you continued to drive. After a few rings, a young female picked up.

"Hello. This is Ciao Bella Spa. This is Nayeon. How can I assist you today?" She said.

"Uhh, hi. I'm looking to schedule a massage for this afternoon." you almost stuttered. The voice that spoke to her over the phone was alluring and made her want to simply listen.

"Of course. Let me pull up the schedule for you." You heard some clicking before the woman spoke again. "Alright, so are you a first-time customer?" Nayeon asked.

"Y-yes." you almost died when she heard Nayeon’s little giggle over the phone.

"You're so cute. So, we have two massage therapists in today; one being myself and one being Sana. We're both pretty good, but I normally start with new clients." Nayeon explained.

"O-okay sure. What time are you a-available?" You asked, your voice continuing to fail you.

"I'm open anytime after 2." She said. You glanced down at my Apple watch and saw it was 1:47. You thought for a moment before speaking.

"Can I come in around 2:30? That gives me time to get from work over to you?" You responded, finally being able to speak without stuttering or pausing.

"Of course, I'll see you then---." Nayeon’s voice trailed off as if she was waiting for you to finish her sentence. You gasped as she totally forgot to give Nayeon her name.

"Oh my goodness. I am so sorry. I forgot to give you my name. I'm Y/L/N Y/F/N." she said.

"Alright, Y/N. You're in the books. I'll see you soon!" you smiled before you said goodbye and hung up. When you set your phone down, you looked in your rearview mirror and noticed that your cheeks were covered in a light pink hue.

"Why am I blushing," you asked yourself.

★・・・・・・★

You pulled up to Ciao Bella Spa a few minutes before you appointment, so you decided to go in a look around. As you entered the building, you immediately noticed that the whole spa was very modernized. You really liked the way it looked, and you instantly felt comfortable. As you slowly walked around, looking at all of the products laid out in the front of the store, a young woman walked around the corner and came up to you.

"You must be Y/N. I'm Nayeon." She smiled a gummy smile as she extended her hand out to you.

"Pleasure to meet you, Nayeon." You returned the smile and shook her hand.

Nayeon gestured to you to follow her over to the front counter. As she went around the back, she grabbed her a piece of paper and a clipboard. "If I could just have you fill this out for me real quick just so I can get a general idea of what you need." you nodded and sat down in one of the chairs in the main lobby. To sum up the form, it asked where her pain was, which right now was everywhere. You chuckled to yourself as uou filled it out and couldn't wait to see Nayeon's reaction.

Once you finished, you walked back up to the counter and gave the paper to Nayeon. She smiled before she skimmed over it. She gave you a funny look before she spoke.

"You hurt everywhere?" Nayeon laughed.

"Yup," you spoke, popping the P at the end. "Work stresses me out."

"Girl, same!" She smiled, and you both laughed. "Alright alright, let get you into the room and get you de-stressed." You followed her down a nice hallway and into a room with a sign above it that said: Venice. The room was extremely nice and was very calming. The lights were dimmed and there was a small water feature hanging on the far wall. Yiou looked around for a second before turning back to Nayeon.

"So, I'm going to leave you for a second. Just undress as much as you feel comfortable doing and hop on the table face up." Nayeon smiled before she left the room. You quickly took off her clothes until you was just in your underwear and climbed under the sheets on the table. She was surprised to feel that the table was warmed. You shifted around a few times until you were comfortable and closed you eyes. As you took a couple of deep breaths, you listened to the flowing water fountain. You was so relaxed that you almost dozed off until a knock on the door brought you back to Earth.

"You ready?" You heard Nayeon call from the other side of the door.

"Yes ma’am," you said as she opened the door.

"Y/N, I'm probably only a year or two older than you. You don't have to call me ma'am." She dimmed the lights further then walked over to the side of the table. She pulled out a couple of tools and oils before she sat in a rolling chair behind you.

"So, I want you to take a deep breath and close your eyes," Nayeon spoke in a very soothing tone. You did as she said as Nayeon started the massage. There’s two things you noticed immediately: 1) she was very good at what she does and 2) her hands were massive. You sighed as Nayeon’s fingers rubbed your temples, already relieving some of the tension. As she continued, she gave your head a massage, which caused a ton of chills to run down your body. Then, Nayeon moved to your upper body. She grabbed some of her massage oil, put it on her hands, and started to move them along your neck and shoulders. You internally laughed at the number of knots she felt Nayeon start to rub out. Her hands seemed to cover your entire shoulder and she continued massaging. As Nayeon finally rubbed out one of the bigger ones, you accidentally let out a sound that was similar to a moan.

You felt Nayeon pause for a moment before continuing to massage your neck. "You okay? Am I going too hard?" She asked you.

"N-no no, you're f-fine." You said, gripping the sheets underneath you and trying your best to keep in the sounds you desperately wanted to make as Nayeon continued to get the knots out of your neck. Everything she did just felt so pleasurable, especially with her massive hands, and sent shivers through your entire body. Nayeon must have been able to tell because, at that moment, your eyes went wide as you felt a pair of lips on her shoulder. At first, they were light pecks but soon turned into little kisses and nibbles. You couldn't hold back anymore and let out a moan. It wasn't loud, for you were trying to be quiet, but Nayeon definitely heard it.

"You like that, princess?" Nayeon spoke in a sultry tone, the pet name making everything hotter. All you could do was nod, for no words would come out of your mouth. Nayeon found your sweet spot, and you felt her smirk on her neck when she bit down on it, causing you to moan a little louder. "Shhhh." she cooed. "You've got to stay quiet."

You nodded again as you bit your lip, trying your best to hold back the sounds that fought to come out of your mouth. You watched as Nayeon got up from her chair and came around the table so that she was on your right side. Nayeon grabbed the sheet and folded it over so that your upper body was now exposed. You shivered as the cold air hit your skin, but that was quickly forgotten as Nayeon started to run her fingers across your chest. She started just below your collarbone and worked her way down towards your breasts. Heat instantly filled your cold body when her hands pinched your nipples, causing you to gasp. Your back arched into Nayeon’s touch as she continued to play around, teasing you like crazy.

At this point, you knew your underwear was soaked through. There was no way they weren't. If you was being honest with yourself, you was probably dripping onto the table. You tried to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the growing pressure between your legs. However, Nayeon wouldn't allow it. She removed one of her hands from your breast and use it to push your legs apart again, making you whine slightly.

"Patience is a virtue, baby girl." Nayeon husked. That alone turned you on even more. Your hands had not once moved from grasping the sheets, for you needed something to help with the building in your core. Continuing with what she started, Nayeon moved her hand back to your breast, making sure they were thoroughly massaged and your nipples were standing tall. Once they were, she slowly moved her hands south toward where you needed them most. However, she was going at a snail’s pace just to tease you more.

"N-Nayeon...." you moaned. "I--"

Nayeon just smirked as her hands reached the hem of your underwear. You quietly thanked the Lord above for not putting on granny panties. Nayeon grabbed the waistline, pulling them up slightly before letting it go, letting it snap against your skin. When a whine came out of your mouth, Nayeon ripped the rest of the sheet off your body, leaving you fully exposed, except for your underwear. Although, that didn't last long.

"Baby.... is this all for me?" She asked as she ran a long finger across your covered slit, feeling all your juices that soaked the fabric.

"Y-yes." you stuttered. "All for y-you."

Nayeon smiled smugly as she leaned down and grabbed your underwear with her teeth, pulling them down slowly, before discarding them to the side of the room and returning to her spot between your legs. You moaned just at the sight. The way Nayeon’s lustful eyes sparkled up at you almost had you cumming then and there. Her large bands started to caress your upper thighs and before long, you felt Nayeon’s tongue run a straight line up your now exposed slit, causing you to throw a hand over your mouth, muting a loud moan.

Nayeon expertly moved her tongue around in a figure-8 shape, causing you to lose your mind. You moved one of your hands from the sheet and laced it through Nayeon’s hair, pushing her head closer to your core. The pleasure got more intense, however, when her right hand moved from your thigh to your clit. If you weren’t already putty in this woman’s hands, you knew you were done for. As soon as Nayeon applied pressure, you had to bite down on your hand not to scream out Nayeon’s name. The amount of pleasure you were receiving was indescribable.

"P-please Nayeon" you whisper-yelled at her.

"You're not allowed to cum until I tell you, sweetheart. It'll be better in the end." Nayeon said as she continued to eat you out. You could almost feel the smirk against you as your back continued to arch and moans continued to spill out of your mouth.

"Play with your breasts, Y/N." She commanded before her fingers and her tongue switched places. You moved your left hand that had been white from gripping the sheet so hard to your left breast, kneading it as Nayeon had done before, although your hands were not as big as hers. Nayeon's tongue began to flick against your clit as her fingers started to poke and prod at your entrance, making you start to beg for her.

"N-Nayeon please." You never thought that you would stoop low enough to beg for something, but here you were and you didn't regret it. When you spoke, Nayeon slowly moved two long fingers into you, letting you get used to them before she started to pump them in and out. Once you got used to the speed, you started to move your hips in rhythm with Nayeon’s fingers. Within a couple of minutes, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your core clenching around her fingers.

"I-I'm close, Nayeon." You moaned.

"Not yet." She smirked.

You whined as Nayeon pumped her long fingers quicker, making it a lot harder to hold in your impending orgasm.

"P-please Nayeon. I d-don't think I can h-hold it in anymore." You begged again.

"Cum for me, princess." You almost yelled as Nayeon said those words, finally feeling the release you'd been wanting. Your legs shook violently as your hips bucked against Nayeon’s fingers. She made sure she didn't let any of your cum go to waste, swallowing it all. Your whole body trembled as Nayeon started to slow down her fingers and her tongue, letting you come down from your high. You laid there panting as Nayeon grabbed the sheet again, laying it on top of you.

"How do you feel?" Nayeon asked you, a slight smirk visible on her face,

"Better. More relaxed." You breathed out, still out of breath from the mind-blowing orgasm that happened mere minutes ago.

"Glad I could help. I'll leave you to get dressed." Nayeon smiled as she left the room.

★・・・・・・★

As you went to get off the table, your legs gave out from underneath you, causing you to grab onto the table for stability. You quietly laughed at yourself. "She really did me good, didn't she?" As you get dressed, you glanced under the sheet Nayeon had placed on you and notice the dark spot where your cum had seeped onto the sheets. You’d have to apologize for the mess. As walked out of the room and went back into the main lobby, you saw Nayeon standing behind the counter with a bottle of water in her hand.

"Here, thought you might need this. Your throat might be dry from all that moaning." She whispered the last part, laughing as she saw the blush that crept onto your face.

"T-thanks. I’m sorry about the -uh- mess in there" you smiled shyly at her.

Nayeon smirked before opening the computer. "It’s no problem. I’ll keep them for your next visit.” You gasped while she just giggled and continued. “Speaking of which, when would you like to set up your next appointment?"

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[fuck-customers]

Just a protip: if you placed an online order and it hasn't been completed yet, and you are in the store (why?? Just fucking grab your shit yourself. Don't clog the online order system for unnecessary orders) and see an employee working on online orders, JUST FUCKING LEAVE THEM ALONE! YOUR ORDER WILL BE READY WHEN IT'S READY!

Was doing bopis on a particularly busy bopis day. It was about an hour before the store closed and I had 30+ online orders to do and I was working on them alone at the time. (My store is a medium sized store and we don't sell food, medicine, or essential items, so having unfinished orders at closing is not the end of the world, as long as we're actively working on them- customersabsolutely can live without them)

This woman noticed that I was walking around with bags for items and figured out that I was doing online orders. (But of course did not consider that I was doing them ALONE)

The first thing she did was honestly perfectly fine. She asked if I was doing online orders and asked if her order was in the pile + how long it might take to be completed. So I told her I had around 30 and her order was lower in the list, so I most likely wouldn't be able to complete it before closing. She then asked if I could just skip to her order. I said no, I was not allowed to (literally-I got in trouble with my boss for skipping around and not doing bopis in the order that we received them....who the actual fuck cares, but whatever) but if she didn't want to wait, she was more than welcome to grab her items and pay at the register and just make sure to give one of us employees her order number and we'll cancel it so she doesn't get double-charged. We'll even honor any online coupons or prices, so she doesn't have to pay more than she would've online.

These seem like perfectly reasonable options, no? Pop quiz time! What do you think she did? A. Left the store with the intention to pick up her order when it was ready the following day? Or B. Grabbed her items herself and went to the register like I suggested?

Time's up! What did everyone guess?

No matter what you guessed, you were wrong! Because the real answer is more unhinged that either of those.

What she did was C. FOLLOW ME AROUND THE FUCKING STORE AS I WAS DOING OTHER ORDERS, REFUSING TO STOP AFTER I ASKED HER MULTIPLE TIMES!!

Joke's on her, though. She pissed me off, so I purposely stalled and delayed getting to her order as long as possible. I took an unneeded bathroom break, answered every call for backup from my coworkers, even though the manager was available, took extra long to answer other customers' questions when they interrupted me, whatever I could to stall. I managed to perfectly time it so that I finished the order before hers at closing time, then I finished her order 15 minutes after closing time, so she'd have to come back tomorrow no matter what. Dick move? Yes. Do I care? No.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[imrllytootiredforthis]

Weekend Plans?

Pairing: felix x reader

Summary: Felix surprises you by coming back from a trip early and picking you up from work.

Warning(s): fem reader, dom reader, sub felix, handjob, mommy kink, edging, slight praise kink, hair pulling, exhibitionism, slightly possessive felix, crossdressing (felix wears panties), marking, pet names, slight degradation (reader calls felix a slut), think thats it but there may be more

Word Count: 1.6k

Pt.2 here

A/N: My first fic, ignore my bad grammar and possible spelling mistakes plz :), 18+ so minors please dni

“So what’re your plans for the weekend?” Roy, your coworker asked. 

You rolled your eyes, somehow managing to keep yourself from sighing at the stupidity of the man standing beside your desk. 

You knew already how the conversation would play out; you’d tell him you were busy, he’d ignore that and ask you out to get dinner or on a coffee date. You’d refuse and tell him that the relationship between the two of you was strictly professional-then he would laugh like it was a joke, leave and ask you out again the next time he saw you.

It was exhausting.

You’d done everything to get him to stop. From insulting him to trying to scare him off with threats to reporting him to your boss, but to no avail. 

He was nothing if not persistent. And the boss being his father made it no easier.

“Even if I was free-which I’m actually not this time, I’d still remind you,” you turned to him, making eye contact that he was all too eager to return. “that we are colleagues. Nothing more, nothing less.”

He pouted, “C’mon, you know you want me. Let’s go out to that new restaurant down the street...or we could even just head to my place and skip to dessert.” He winked and you resisted the urge to vomit all over his lavishly expensive dress shoes that he probably bought with daddy’s money.

“Listen Yun,” you said, choosing to not refer to him as Roy as he’d told you many times to, “if you don’t stop I’m going to have to...” 

You trailed off as you felt arms wrap around your waist and a face nuzzle into your neck. 

You knew who it was the second that you felt the touch, but the small, “Mommy...” whined in your ear and subtle grind into your ass confirmed what you already knew. 

Letting out an uncharacteristic squeal, filthy ideas of what you could use as punishment for the obvious hard-on rubbing against you through his pants. 

Turning around in his arms, you threw your own around your boyfriend whom you haven’t in weeks. “Lixie!”

He smiled, you hadn’t realized how much you missed it.

Leaning to brush your lips over his ear, as one hand slid down to grip his clothed dick, making his hips buck forward before removing quickly it, not wanting Roy to notice. You whispered, “you needy, kitten?”

He almost whimpered at the words as you began to pepper his face in kisses, not caring that fucking Roy was watching your public display of affection; maybe this would even be the thing to make him back off.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow!” You said as soon as you were done attacking him. A smile was stretched across his face-the same as yours-and a dark blush dusted across his freckled cheeks.

Sheepishly, he chuckled in the deep voice you loved oh so much, “I just wanted to surprise you.” A roll of his hips into your groin gave the way he said it a teasing lilt.

“Best. Surprise. Ever.” You punctuated each word with a kiss to a freckle, one hand cupping his face, brushing your thumb over his jawline while the other lightly tugged on his blonde locks, he bit his lip to contain the moans threatening to escape.

A throat was cleared behind you and your attention turned back to Roy who stood there with a masked annoyed expression across his face. “Who are you?” He directed the question toward your boyfriend.

Despite the obvious hostility in the question, Felix stayed civil-well as civil as he could while having a concealed erection hidden under his long hoodie. 

He attempted to put on a polite smile and unwrapped himself from around you. “Sorry for interrupting your conversation, I’m Lee Felix, (Y/N’s) boyfriend. And you are?” He held his hand out as if to shake Roy’s.

“I’m Yun Roy, her coworker.” He was only getting that now? You scoffed almost inaudibly, watching as they shook hands.

Not wanting to have any small talk and having ideas of much better things you could be doing now that Felix was here you quickly gathered all of your belongings.

Smiling as you grabbed Felix’s hand, beginning to drag him out of the office, you shouted back to your pissed colleague, “tell Mr. Yun that that I had a family emergency and needed to get home!”

You pulled Felix into the elevator, pressing the close button to make sure no one else would join you inside then pressing the button to the lowest floor, being on the highest floor you knew it would take awhile.

As soon as the doors shut you shoved Felix against the wall, your hand returning to palm his hard dick over his pants.

He let out a loud whimper, as you slammed your lips against his, sucking on his tongue the way he liked it before pulling back, teeth pulling on his bottom lip as you did.

desperately, he chased your lips. You let out a low laugh at his apparent eagerness. 

Despite the fact that all you’d done was kiss and squeeze his dick a little, he already looked so fucked-out, panting with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, spit glistening messily on his lips from your kiss.

He shoved his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. “Please Mommy...m’so needy for you.” His deep voice, low and raspy from arousal did wonders as you felt yourself clench around nothing.

Your other hand came to grip his hair, pulling his head back to look at you. He moaned at that, his pupils blown wide with lust. “Why should I give you anything, kitten? You were being a bad boy back there. Grinding your cock against me in front of my coworkers like a bitch in heat.”

His hips rutted against your hand at your words, a breathless whine leaving his lips. “No, mommy. Lixie’s sorry, Lixie’s a good boy.”

You almost laughed at his desperation to be praised. “Is Lixie a good boy or did my baby want me to bend him over my desk and show everyone how much of a little slut my kitten is?”

The blonde let out a gasp turning into a choked moan at the filthy thought. “Yes, yes.” He whispered. “Wanted him to know that I’m-” his breathing stuttered, “tha-that I’m y-your little slut~. That I b-belong to you.”

You growled at his words and pulled his head back, exposing his throat as you began to suck dark bruises onto him. “Aww baby, you jealous of Roy? You worried that I’ll put him in his place like I do to you?”

He gripped your hips tightly-possessively, and pulled you back to look him in the eye, a different kind of desperation in there now. “I’m your baby. Not him. Not anyone else. Me. Only me.” 

You only smiled at his words, heart melting. “Only you baby, don’t want anyone else.” Meanwhile you slipped the hand palming him up his hoodie and under the waistband of his sweats, “only you my good boy.” He shivered at the words and then you felt it and paused.

“You wearing panties baby?” You whispered to him, a grin growing across your face as you could feel yourself getting wetter.

Felix bit his lip and smiled, avoiding your eyes. “Jus’ wanted to look pretty for Mommy. Haven’t seen her in so long.”

You moaned and pulled his lips to yours, playing with the lacy lingerie, his cock practically spilling out of the too small garment.

“Such a pretty boy, Lixie~” You praised breathlessly through kisses, pulling them just low enough for his cock to spring out before swiping your thumb over his tip. He threw his head back, a load, unrestricted moan reverberating deep in his throat.

“I’m c-close. P-please, close, close.” He gasped.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, he normally could hold back from cumming for a long time, courtesy of your training. “You sensitive baby? Did you touch yourself while you were away?”

“N-no!” He sobbed, a single tear running down his freckled cheek from pleasure. “W-waited for you-! Didn’t touch m-myself o-or cu-cum o-once!” He whimpered struggling to get the words out between moans and whines. The feeling of that familiar knot tightening deep inside him.

“Good boy for me, Lixie~” The words were almost enough to push him over the edge-

Then you pulled away. 

He sobbed at the loss of simulation, his high so close but the loss of you leaving him right on the edge, even needier then before and unfinished. 

His unfocused mind tried to wrap around what just happened as he attempted to catch his breath.

You fixed his hair and clothes, soothing the bite marks and hickies you left on his neck, flipping the hood of his sweater up to cover them. 

Not a second later that you were presentable the elevator doors dinged and opened on the ground floor.

Lacing your fingers with Felix’s, you lead him out of the elevator, nodding towards the people waiting get in. 

Felix whined about his unfinished pleasure as you two made your way out of the lobby, past the receptionist’s desk. Thankfully no one being within earshot to hear his pathetic pleas.

When the two o you were finally outside you suddenly stopped, cutting him off mid-sentence and turned to him. Your lips went to his ear causing goosebumps to rise on his neck.

“If you don’t stop whining, I won’t touch you for a week.” You whispered threateningly. “If you do stop, well, we both know what I’ll be doing this weekend.”

Briskly pulling away and turning, you began the 3 block walk to your shared apartment. 

After a few moments you heard Felix’s quick footsteps eager to catch up behind you.

A/N: Hope it wasn’t too bad for my first fic, have a good day <3

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[imaginingaustin]

pillow talk

summary: while you're away on a work trip, you and austin spend the night catching up on facetime

you returned to your hotel late one evening after a very long day of work. you were away on business trip to a town you’d never heard of, working with your colleagues in an attempt to expand your company’s market. business trips were normally fun for you, but the town you were in was barely a step up from a ghost town, with a very minimal night life. 

but nothing made you dislike these trips as much as having to make them alone. sure, you were with your colleagues, but you missed being at home, with your people. mainly, your boyfriend, austin.

austin always came with you on work trips when he could. the worst part about this one was that he was available to come with you, but for some reason or another, your boss was not allowing for partners on this trip. 

“it’s because we need to keep our eyes locked on the prize!” one of your coworkers said, mocking your boss’ voice.

“and all the other work trips we’ve been on, with our partners, and have successfully got what we wanted, puls extra.” you said to them, rolling your eyes, them nodding in agreement.

now, alone in your room, you’d warmed up some food you bought from a local grocery store. you sat down at the desk in front of your laptop, opening facetime, and clicking on austin’s contact. it rang for a few minutes before he answered.

“there he is.” you said with a sleepy smile as austin appeared on your  screen.

“hey baby.” he said. “you okay?” he asked. 

“yeah, i’m just tired. this timezone change has kicked my ass harder than usual.” you sighed.

“i’m sorry.” he said with a pout. you shrugged your shoulders and shook your head. you and him quickly fell into conversation and began sharing the events of the days you had.

“i know i’ve said this every day since i’ve been here, but god do i wish you could’ve come with me.” you pouted.

“i know. i wish i could’ve gone with you too. the house is so quiet when it’s just me here.” he sighed. “plus, i sleep a million times better when you’re in my arms.”

“i feel that. and on top of a shitty hotel bed? i’m gonna come home and sleep for three days.” you joked, eliciting a laugh from austin. his smile was breathtaking, even in the poor quality facetime video. “i miss you.” 

“i miss you more.” he said softly.  

the two of you sat on facetime for a few hours, eating dinner together as you had the over the week or so you’d been gone. you both finished dinner and decided to watch a movie together on watchparty. you didn’t remember what movie you even decided on, considering you fell asleep pretty quickly after it started. 

you had no idea what events transpired throughout the movie, but about an hour or so later, you were woken up the music of the credits. 

you squinted at the screen, seeing that austin was still awake, having actually finished the movie.

“why didn’t you wake me up?” you asked, barely above a whisper. 

“you looked so peaceful, and i didn’t want to bother you. and it felt kinda like we were back in the same bed, sleeping together.” he shrugged. you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and moved back to the desk to sit up.

“you’re so cute. but you could’ve woken me up.” you laughed. “now im gonna be up all night.”

“well i guess i’ll just have to keep you company.” austin laughed. 

you talked for just a little bit longer, the reality of how tired you both actually were hit harder than you expected it to. you were both sitting in silence, staring at each other on your screens as you both began to doze off.

you felt yourself jerk forward, and woke up. you looked at your screen and saw austin’s head down on his desk.

you began calling his name softly in an attempt to wake him up, but he wasn’t moving.

“austin!” you yelled, immediately feeling bad when he jolted up. he wiped the sleep from his eyes. “i think we should probably go to bed for real.” you laughed.

“i think so too.” austin groaned, stretching against the back of his chair. you exchanged your good nights and i love yous before hanging up. you got up to go to the bathroom, and as you were walking back to your bed when your phone lit up on your nightstand, a text from austin appearing on your screen.

“i hate that we fell asleep on each other. but i love you and hope you sleep well. i cant wait until you’re back home with me.” his text read.

“i love you honey. see you soon. <3”

you set your phone back on the nightstand and quickly fell back asleep, dreams of your reunion with austin filling your head.

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[absolutelyferal]

Sweet Treat

Steven Grant x PlusSize!F!Reader

18+ MDNI, Please!

Warnings: Smutty, smut, smut, you know why you’re here. Insomnia; SMUT. I shouldn’t have to warn ya’ll about that, but I shall. If you also just want that perfect, perfect man on his knees and between your legs and then railing you afterwards, here you go! Feeling insecure also and Steven makes sure you feel comfortable and beautiful. Unprotected sex, and a slight hint of foot worship? I’m not good at warnings, so, read at your own risk!

Summary-ish: The end of a long shift leaves you wide awake and stressed for what tomorrow will bring. When you decide to visit your insomniac neighbor in hopes to put your mind at ease with his kind words, it ends up being a little more than just sharing some chocolates…

Y’all, this is my very first smut post to Tumblr. I’m hella nervous. But I ADORE writing smut for our silly little y/n, so here you go! Please, give feedback! If I upset anyone at all, let me know! As a person with mental health issues, including insomnia, I think I did pretty well? Idk. I’m also ✨plus size✨ so yes, majority of my posts will be with a PlusSize!Reader because frankly I don’t see enough of them around here. I also didn’t edit this very well, so I hope you enjoy it anyway!

P.S. sorry for the wait! I’ve been super sick, but I wanted to make sure I did the best I could and here it is! Finally! :)

As the old elevator comes to a stop on your floor, you startle. It was a long shift at your place of work and all you really need right now is a break. This week has been absolute hell on earth. Your boss overworking you, coworkers ganging up against you to bury you in a deeper hole of unfinished files and stress.

You step into the hall, heels clicking as you make your way slowly to your apartment. Basically dragging your bag behind you, you unlock your door and step inside and head right to shower and bed.

Almost completely sure you’ll pass out as soon as you lay down, but come to find an hour later you’re still wide awake and staring helplessly at the ceiling. No amount of work will cure your insomnia apparently.

With a yawn, you decide it’s only right to stand, pull on a hoodie over your tank top and shorts, and head to leave, barefoot because you’re just going across the hall. A last second decision leads you to grabbing a box of chocolates on your way out you have yet to devour.

“Steven?” You call out quietly, knocking on your neighbor’s door. It’s quiet for a moment and you almost think he’s asleep for once, but small shuffling tells you he is, in fact, awake.

“Hiya, Love.” Steven greets you with his perfect, messy brown curls. You smile back, holding up the chocolates.

“I can’t sleep.” You tell him.

“Come in, then.” He says, stepping to the side. You lower your head shyly, stepping past him and immediately heading to greet your favorite fish, Gus.

“Hello, handsome.” You whisper. The round eyes look back into yours for a moment before swimming away. Oh, to be a pet of Steven Grants. “You spoil him, Steven.” You say airly, wondering why you wish you were that fish at the moment. To be loved and cherished by the man now at your side.

“It’s the least I can do for keeping him trapped in here.” Steven tells you, looking to Gus.

“Gus is a good fish.” You say with a nod. “Good boy.” You add, leaning forward slightly towards the tank.

You catch Steven’s reflection in the tank, watching you look at the one-finned-wonder. His white t-shirt hugs his defined chest, showing his toned arms. You can’t help your gaze dropping down to the grey sweat pants he’s sporting. Biting your lip, you hurriedly busy yourself by walking to the kitchen and putting on the kettle for hot chocolate to accompany the chocolates.

“So, you just had some chocolates lying around your flat?” Steven asks, picking up the red box and turning it over in his hands. You shift a bit at the stove, watching his digits slide across the box as he reads the treats available inside.

“It was from a date last week, but he was a dirtbag so… Better to share this with someone I actually like then sit alone in my flat…”

“There’s nothing wrong with eating a box chocolates alone.” Steven assures you with those puppy dog eyes. You smile and look to the kettle, seeing it’s slowly coming to a boil.

“Not like I need any more chocolate anyway.” You mumble, running a hand over your hair.

“The flapjack that got you these and hurt your feelings doesn’t deserve you.” Steven states with so much confidence you almost don’t believe those words come from him. Looking over, you see Steven is distracted by looking at the box. You wonder what’s so interesting, but brush it off and go back to staring down the kettle.

“I think he was just stressed. Seems to be my theme lately. Can’t really blame him for getting snappy.” You say with a shrug. “I know I’ve been so stressed lately I feel like getting snappy at people too, but I wouldn’t towards someone who doesn’t deserve it… on purpose anyway. It’s like I’m so stressed I feel like my mind can’t keep up with my actions.”

“I understand that.” Steven says, walking into the kitchen having left the chocolates on his book covered table. “Pardon me, Love.” He says gently, putting a hand on your waist to coax you out of his way to reach the cupboard you wandered in front of.

Your breath hitches at the contact, and you step back out his touch. Your eyes drop down to the top of his sweats as he reaches up, shirt lifting just enough to expose the a groomed happy trail that disappears under the band. A blush tints your cheeks and you walk away entirely, pulling the hot chocolate mix down from on top of the fridge.

You two seem to do this a few times a week. Have a treat, drink hot chocolate, and vent to each other. Steven has always been there for you. When you and your colleague were fighting, he gave you wonderful advice and comforted you. When you had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep, he helped you forget about it and sent you back to bed. You didn’t have another nightmare the rest of the week.

It’s not all just him helping you though. Steven loves your company. He has always told you his door is always open and to please visit him whenever you feel it. You’ve helped him combat his sleep walking, as he calls it, and gave him the advice of the tape over the door to bring him some comfort knowing he didn’t leave his apartment. The ankle chain, that’s all him though. You said it was unnecessary, but he says it helps him sleep. The sand? Every time you visit you sweep his apartment clean of it, but it just appears the next day like he’s purposely leaving piles of it everywhere to keep you in his presence longer.

He never asks anything of you, but it’s in your nature. Even now as he starts complaining while you take mugs he grabbed from his hands.

“I can help, you know.” Steven tells you, helplessly watching you scoop the mix into the mugs.

“It’s fine.” You wave a hand, grabbing the milk and pouring some in. “Are we out of marshmallows?” You ask, seeing there’s none on top of the fridge.

When Steven doesn’t reply, you face him and see his eyes wide and almost glowing. He looks shocked, but a happy shocked as he stares at you. The kettle whistling brings you out of the trance he caught you in, and you go back to finishing the hot chocolate.

“I’ll get some tomorrow.” Steven says. You glance at him with a small smile.

“I like the chocolate filled ones. Remember those?” You ask, bringing the hot mugs to the table you sit with him at. Books stacked to the side to make room for your drinks and box of chocolate now open and set between you both.

“I do, yeah. They were quite good. Do you remember the sour ones?” He asks. You laugh and he smiles wider watching you do so.

“I don’t know how anyone thought it was a good idea to make sour marshmallows!“ You reply, picking up a caramel filled chocolate. “One day we will find the perfect marshmallow.”

“Indeed. Cheers, Love.” Steven holds up his mug and you clink them together, careful not to spill any. A sip tells you it’s still hot, but absolutely delish as usual. Sweet and chocolatey, it leaves a warm trail down the back of your throat as you hum and set it down.

“Thank you for putting up with me so much. I know I’ve been coming here a lot lately. I don’t want to be a bother.” You say before biting into the chocolate you forgot was in your hand. Steven watches you for a moment, then blinks and shakes his head.

“You don’t bother me. I love- I love your company.” He tells you with a genuine, bright smile.

You can’t help but smile back, mouth full of chocolate as your hand slowly gets covered in the half melted treat. You hurriedly shove it in your mouth upon realizing it, and Steven laughs at how worried you got over losing the treat to the warmth of your palm.

“Do you have any other dates lined up?“ Steven asks nonchalantly. You shake your head immediately, recalling you deleted your dating apps and have lost hope looking for love. Who needs it when you have Steven and chocolate, right? Even if he’s just a friend, you wish he was more most times. It feels like Steven is the only man you need your life lately.

“I’m done dating. No one wants anything but a fling. Even this girl at work tried to get me to go home with her. I’m tired of being used and then thrown to the street right after.” You rant, sipping your drink before humming, Steven listening with intent eyes, chewing on his own chocolate piece. “Every time I show up to a date, they act surprised and make the same, retched comment about my weight. Like they didn’t use their eyes and looked at my profile to begin with to see what I look like. I’m too stressed already with work, I don’t need to deal with every man I meet degrading me.”

“I would never degrade you, Love. You’re gorgeous.” Steven says and that makes your cheeks red as you hide behind your mug with a smile. Your stomach flips, hands squeezing the mug as you cross one leg over the other. After a moment of silence, you set the down your drink, squeezing your thighs together and looking at Steven from across the table.

This perfect man has the audacity to suck the chocolate off his fingers right in front of you. Even after saying he would never degrade you, you wonder what that side of Steven is like. So sweet, so kind, but what about when he’s in bed with a woman? Is he kind? Is he gentle? Curiosity gets the best of you as you clear your throat, causing him to look at you with those brown eyes, finger falling from his mouth with a pop.

“Even if I asked you too?” You don’t know where the confidence came from. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep this week, or maybe the sugar high, or maybe just being so stressed you want to find the perfect way to relax. That way, at the moment, is to be with this perfect man and learn about his body. Or maybe, let him learn every curve and freckle on yours.

“Hm?” Steven tilts his head, eyes a bit wide as if he heard your question, but can’t believe you asked it.

“If I asked you to… would you degrade me?” You ask bravely, voice steady and strong as you lean on the table. You bring your fingers to your lips, sucking off the chocolate with direct eye contact. Steven probably was being innocent, just wanting to savor every last drop of the treat, but you? You are teasing him with your every last breath as you bring your bare foot up under the table and rest it gently on his knee.

You watch Steven as he sucks in a breath, looking down like he can’t believe you’re touching him or even looking at him. But he takes a moment and composes himself, looking back to you as you drop your now clean hands to the table and hold your warm mug.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” Steven asks. You almost choke on your own spit when he asks you, your turn to be shocked. He’s so soft looking, eyes pouty as ever and head tilted. His curls hang over his forehead and his fingers resting in his lap, locked together.

“Yes.” You breathe out without a second thought.

This is the moment you’ve waited months for, and it’s finally here. To be with him, not just for a conversation, but for more. More than sharing chocolates and pastries. More than venting about the smallest things to stay longer than necessary. This is your moment, and you’re gonna fucking take it.

Steven surprises you then, slowly siding down under the table. He takes your foot in his hand, gently placing a kiss to the top of it before working his way your leg as it rests over his shoulder. You push the chair back, wanting to see what he could be up to. Your knee bends, foot hanging against his back as Steven sits pretty on his knees between your legs. All for you.

“This is a sight.” You breathe out, watching Steven’s hands run up your thighs and grab your shorts. You lift up a bit, allowing him to pull your shorts and panties down easier. The chair is cold against you bottom as you relax into it, eyes on Steven as he looks up at you.

Pupils blown, brown eyes wide. Your heart is racing, stomach knotting. You feel your pulse through your entire body as his hands run along your thighs before spreading them apart, resting each leg over his shoulder as he does.

Your toes curls when his lips meet your inner thighs. His breath is hot against your skin, tongue even hotter as he licks dangerously close to your entrance, but not quite.

“You’re teasing.” You whisper out, breaths becoming uneven as anticipation gets the best of you. His eyes look up at yours as he sucks a love bite into your inner thigh. You can’t take your eyes off of Steven if you tried with how intently he’s looking up at you, how intimate this moment is.

It’s just the two of you. Rain hitting the windows, lights warm around the apartment. Your quick, faint breaths mixing with the sweet sounds of Steven sucking on your other inner thigh, leaving marks only you two will see.

“Steven, please.” You finally whimper, tired of the teasing. You’re getting antsy and want to feel his tongue where you need it most.

“Hold still.” Steven chuckles as you squirm, making you heat up even more. In the most intimate time you’ve ever spent with Steven, he still manages to give you that dorky smile and lord, it’s a sight to hold.

His smile falters as his eyes drop down, looking directly at your wet, pulsing pussy. He licks his lips, and you nearly faint watching him.

Thats when his eyes look up to yours, and he leans forward agonizingly slowly, before licking a long, rough stipe the length of your already dripping cunt. He stops at your clit, putting it gently between his teeth and sucking. You moan, not being able to keep quiet any longer as your hands drop to his hair, tangling themselves in his curls.

“Oh, Steven.” You whimper, wanting more than just his tongue. More than just his face between your legs. You need more.

As if he can read your mind, his fingers glide under your thigh and slide between your lips. You let out a gasp, feeling them push inside of you and curl while he continues to suck on your clit. It’s almost like he’s a pro at this with all the little moans and gasps he’s pulling from you. Like he’s living a double life studying the female anatomy of pleasure. You don’t question it though, not yet. You’re too busy tangling your hands in his hair with your head dipped forward to see the beautiful sight.

“Steven.” You whisper out because it’s all you can manage. His eyes snap up to yours and you tug on his curls. This isn’t what you want. No matter how amazing this feels, you want him to feel this good as well. He deserves it.

Reading your eyes, he slowly sits back taking his fingers out. You let out a short whimper at the loss of contact, and it’s like he almost wants to go back for more, but you drop your feet to the ground and lean down. Taking his hand in yours, you pull him up and lead him to the bed.

Both of you stand at the end, looking at each other. Eyes blown from lust and a small smile pulling at each others lips. Then you’re kissing again, and your tearing the clothes off his back and dropping to your knees.

Steven, Steven… sweet, innocent Steven, he pulls you back up and you give him a questioning look.

“It’s about you tonight, Love.” He tells you. That makes your knees shake at the thought. Never has a man thought about you during sex, only about himself. Then, along comes Steven as he pulls the hoodie and top over your head, leaving you naked in the chill of the apartment.

Your eyes start dancing across his bare chest, and you easily get distracted by the thought of him above you, the chain dangling over your face. You think about how you want to take it into your mouth and suck on it to see his reaction as he fucks you, but before your mind can make these thoughts tumble out of control Steven places a finger under your chin and lifts your gaze to his. It’s the smallest gesture, one not many would think to do. You are naked after all, so, why would he want to see your face? He see’s if every day.

The smallest nod of his head towards the bed leads you to crawling onto it, Steven following, but not before he strips completely and you’re left gawking at him. The only thought running through your head is wanting to taste him, to suck on that big, beautiful cock, but all thoughts leave your mind when he climbs on top of you. Once again getting lost in a kiss, your hands traveling his flexing back and arms as his trail across your breasts.

“Please, Steven.” You whimper into the kiss, wrapping your legs around him as your hand reaches down and grabs just what you desire.

“Oh, fuck…” Steven groans and it’s music to your ears. Never have you heard Steven curse, and now it was you that pulled it out of him? It makes you start to moan at the thought.

Running your thumb over the tip of his cock, you gather up his pre-cum and bring it up to your lips. The fascinating look on Steven’s eyes says it all as you slowly lick your lips and put your thumb in your mouth, tasting him.

“Now this is a sight.” He breathes out, copying your words from earlier. You smile around your thumb before pulling it out, wanting nothing more than to take him in your mouth and feel the strands of cum shoot down your throat, but you refrain. No way you’re going to disrupt what Steven wants, and what he wants by the look in his eyes, is you.

“Fuck me already.” You say, caressing his cheek with your hand. A turn of his head, and you watch him kiss your palm softly. You don’t know what you’re feeling, well, you know. It’s lust. But something more twirls inside. Maybe it’s love? “Please.” You add and that makes Steven smirk. He likes to hear you beg, you note. You’ll remember that.

He leans down then, placing a kiss to your forehead and down to where your pulse beats fast in your neck. He sucks and bites and you definitely can’t take it anymore.

“Steven, please. Please.” You beg, rolling up your hips nearly putting him inside you yourself. Instead, Steven reaches down and pushes himself up the length of your folds. He soaks himself in you, and it makes your eyes flutter when the tip of his cock brushes over your sensitive clit.

With another plea leaving your swollen lips, Steven locks his eyes with yours and pushes himself past your folds and into your pussy. You gasp for air, spreading your legs wider for him to fill you up as much as possible.

Steven groans, loudly, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. Starting in the back of his throat, he bites gently onto your shoulder and lets out an almost growl.

“All right?” He asks breathlessly. You bite your lip, too lost in your mind and the feeling to hear his words. When you don’t respond, Steven lifts up to look at your face. He almost looks worried as he watches a tear escape your eye. “Love?” Steven says in question, wanting to know you’re okay.

“Mm.” You smile and wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. Rolling your hips, he takes it as a signal and start pulling out, only to push right back in.

Steven is slow at first as he moves his lips from yours to your neck, shoulder and back up. A breath leaves your lips when you see the chain, swaying from the movement. Letting your thoughts win, you lift your head and pull the chain in your mouth with your tongue. Steven looks down at you, stuttering just the slightest at the sight. His eyes widen, yours turn to slits full of mischief. Slowly, you tilt your head forward, taking more of the chain into your mouth until your lips meet his neck.

You feel him swallow under your lips, and you hum before sucking to mark him. Wanting him to remember this night, and you do just that as you pull away. Your eyes find Steven’s again as you open your mouth, letting your tongue push out the chain and then your head rests back down into the pillow.

That’s when something like a switch flips as Steven picks up his pace, leaning down and biting across your chest, leaving perfect marks across it. He gets rougher, slamming into you. He pulls moan after moan from your lips and you let him do whatever he wants.

Steven leans back, grabbing your ankle and pushing it up over his shoulder. The new angle lets him push deeper, hitting the perfect spot to leave you a teary eyed, whimpering mess.

“Oh, Steven.” You whimper out, hands now clinging onto the blankets under you like it’s your last resort. Your eyes squeeze shut, no longer able to easily hold them open. You feel his lips meet your ankle for a split second before his fingers go back to rub your clit. “Yes.” You cry out, rolling your hips to start to meet his thrusts.

“So good.” Steven groans out, leaving you moaning from his praise. “I want you to cum for me, Love.” He urges, fucking you harder and faster than before.

Your eyes keep fluttering back into your head, nearing your orgasm quickly. Not a single thought is in your mind besides Steven. Steven.

“Steven.” You moan. “I’m…” You can’t even finish that sentence if you tried because you’re left a shuddering, moaning mess. Your eyes roll back, lids fluttering. Your body clenches, holding Steven inside you where he fills you up as he cums as well with a groan and burying himself inside as deep as possible.

After the longest, best orgasm of your life, your left with a cramp in your thigh and panting as Steven lays beside you. You rub your thigh, but Steven takes over and rubs it for you, kneading out the knot formed as you roll your head to look at him. Steven is staring at the ceiling, a beautiful, tired grin on his face as he works your thigh.

“Can I stay here tonight? With you?” You ask softly, your hand reaching up to rub his chest. Steven looks at you, grin faltering when he sees how tired you look.

“Of course, Love.” He says, reaching out and pulling you into his chest. You happily curl up in his arms, sleep tugging at you even though you know you should get up and clean up, but after that? No way are you standing right now and Steven knows it as he kisses the top of your head and lets you fall right asleep in his arms.

#absolutely feral #i hope i did this right #ive never wrote smut with the intention of posting it #moonknight #steven grant x reader #Steven Grant x PlusSize!Reader #x plus size reader #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #smut #moonknight smut #oscar isaac #oscar isaac smut #smutty smut smut

[cascowriteswords]

4 in the moment kiss where they’re enemies to lovers. Maybe coworkers? 🤔

I technically cheated and combined these two but I think it's okay because it ended up being over 3k words 😅

...

“How do I say you’re fucking insane if you think I’m doing all of this without getting fired immediately?” Clarke asks Raven, who sits in the cubicle across from hers. 

“The new boss?” Raven asks, still typing away without taking her eyes from her screen. Looking to be just about as overloaded as Clarke feels. 

“Yeah. She’s already getting on my nerves because she’s rescheduled our initial meeting like 4 times now. And she keeps sending me things that don’t even have anything to do with my department. I’m the director of People and Culture. I'm not a recruiter. I’m not in marketing. And I’m sure as shit not her personal assistant either. And it’s like -” she glances at the corner of her screen for the time “3 o’clock. I’m supposed to do the jobs of 4 people and still get out by 5? Or does she expect me to pull overtime on a Friday night? Like there’s no way I could possibly have plans. Maybe she’s one of those people who thinks that just because I’m not married and don’t have kids she can shove off everyone else's work on me.”

“Lexa’s a busy person Clarke. I really don’t think it’s personal.”

“Personal or not, it’s not fucking happening. So help me with this email or else your next cube neighbor might be some insufferable old white guy whose all-natural deodorant is just really not working for him.”

Raven relents, finding a stopping point in whatever exactly she’s doing to get up and shoo Clarke out of her chair. She ends up deleting 98% of what Clarke had written, swapping out phrases like “why the fuck didn’t you tell me you needed this done sooner” and “that’s not my fucking problem” with more diplomatic phrases such as “I’ll schedule those meetings for you at your earliest availability” and “I wasn’t involved with that project but I will forward your request to the appropriate parties”, respectively. 

“You’re weirdly good at that for someone with the smartest mouth I know,” Clarke commends her when she’s finished. 

“It’s all about balance, babe. Now can I please get back to my job? Or the Commander’s going to fire us both. Maybe your mom will let us turn her study back into your bedroom and we can crash there when we can’t make our rent next month.”

Clarke rolls her eyes. Then something registers. “Wait. The Commander? Is that what people are calling her?” she asks, a mixture of disbelief and disgust seeping into her voice. 

“Yeah,” Raven shrugs. 

“I get that she’s the boss but she’s not commanding me to do anything,” Clarke grumbles. She plops back down in her chair and starts typing angrily. 

“If you add anything to that that gets you fired after I just rewrote the whole thing for you I’m going to be so pissed,” Raven warns. 

“I’m not,” Clarke promises. “I just don’t want her to think she can walk all over me. Command me,” she adds, rolling her eyes. 

She ends the email with Hope this helps, let me know if you would like to meet with me to go over the roles of our departments and their directors to avoid misallocation of time and resources in the future and hits send. She hopes it's just passive-aggressive enough to get the message across without being able to be used against her.

She goes back to work, furiously attempting to complete the tasks The Commander had unloaded on her. She may not have kids or a significant other waiting for her at home but she does have a cat and a bottle of red wine and a new episode of her favorite shitty reality TV show to watch. 

So far the new boss has taken 2-3 days to return any of her emails. So she isn't expecting it at all when she gets the notification that someone has replied to the email she just sent an hour ago. 

That sounds like a great idea. Come up whenever you are ready. 

Clarke's initial reaction is oh shit. Followed in rapid succession by annoyance and frustration when she has the realization that it's already past 4 o'clock now and this means she most definitely will not be getting out on time, not that there was much hope she would, anyway. But still. 

She needs to learn to keep her big stupid mouth shut. 

"It was nice knowing you," she grumbles to Raven as she gets up and smooths the wrinkles from her slouch out of her shirt. Raven quirks a brow but seems otherwise unfazed as Clarke shuffles toward the elevator and her impending doom. 

…

…

Clarke knocks three times, half hoping to not be heard so she can say she tried and return to her desk. 

No such luck. 

“Come in.” The voice is muffled by thick oak and considerable distance but Clarke manages to catch it. She steadies herself and lifts her chin, prepared to simultaneously defend herself and give The Commander a piece of her mind as she opens the door and steps into her office. 

She’s wholly unprepared for the woman she finds sitting behind the desk. 

She isn’t sure what she was expecting but it definitely isn’t this. Lexa looks young, for starters, nearly the same age as Clarke. Her features are somehow both delicate and sharp, with high cheekbones and pouty lips and big round eyes that Clarke can’t quite figure out the color of at first glance. Chestnut hair is piled up on top of her head in a messy bun like it was originally down but she’d had enough by the end of the day, strands towards the front not contained by the hair tie and instead framing her face. 

Clarke’s first impression is that this might be the most attractive woman she’s ever seen in her life. Her second is that she looks tired. And her third, more of an observation than an impression, is that it looks like a bomb went off in this office. There are papers literally scattered all over the floor, boxes stacked along the walls and windows that would normally boast an expansive view of the skyline, and the couch against the far wall looks like it’s been functioning as a dresser and changing room of sorts with slacks and button down blouses draped over its back and arms. 

Between Lexa’s unexpected prettiness and the warzone that is her office Clarke momentarily forgets why she’s here and that she was even mad to begin with. 

“I apologize for the state of my office,” Lexa says, likely having followed Clarke’s gaze around the room. “It’s been a whirlwind trying to get everything in order around here. Titus gave us no warning about his departure and apparently was trying to run this company into the ground, by my estimations after going through what I could of the data.” She sighs, finishing scribbling something down onto a sticky note which she adds to a pile of other sticky notes on the left side of her desk. “Sit, please,” Lexa tells her, gesturing to the chair on the other side of her desk. 

Clarke has that tongue-tied feeling that she only gets around pretty women. And that - cannot be how she feels sitting across from her new boss, especially not as the leader of People and Culture. She forces herself to speak, reminding herself why she’s here and what her end goal is; to not get fired while also putting her foot down about the scope and limitations of her role. She decides to get right down to business, voicing her concerns, and finds Lexa to be… a very good listener. She listens so well and intently, in fact, that Clarke almost finds herself losing her train of thought because those eyes. 

And then she does something Clarke had absolutely not expected her to do - she agrees with her about the general mismanagement occurring and state of disarray in the company and asks for her input about the best way to move forward. She apologizes for sending a slew of information and tasks her way and explains that she never meant for Clarke to complete all of that work on her own or immediately but rather to delegate and get to things when she had the time. She thanks Clarke for her hard work and dedication and tells her that even though this is their first formal meeting she’s well aware of the hard work she does and is very thankful for her contributions to the team. 

Clarke’s been working in corporate culture long enough to be able to tell when someone is just blowing smoke up her ass. When scrutinizing Lexa’s words, all she gets is that she seems like one of the most genuine, down-to-earth people she’s ever met. She’s just swamped, stressed out, and working insane hours trying to fix all of the various fuck ups Titus made over the past 4 years as CEO. 

Very much to her surprise, she finds herself sympathetically offering to help Lexa get some things sorted out. And again to her surprise, she finds that she doesn’t mind staying and working in Lexa’s office with her, spending time helping her delegate work to other departments and creating a realistic timetable for the next few weeks with attainable goals. Clarke tells funny stories about some of the department heads as they work and Lexa spills secrets about the board members she works with after swearing Clarke to secrecy. 

She doesn’t even realize how much time has gone by until Lexa glances at the clock on the wall and looks at her from across her desk, stricken. “You should go home. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it’s already after 7. Thank you for all of your help, you really didn’t have to do all of this.”

Clarke didn’t have to. She definitely did not expect to want to when she had sullenly ridden in the elevator up here. Raven probably thinks she got herself kicked out of the 5th-floor window since she never came back to her cubicle. But now she finds herself reluctant to leave, especially knowing that Lexa will likely be here all night continuing to work. 

“Did you have dinner yet?”

Lexa looks up from her computer screen slowly. “I haven’t.”

"You just moved here, right? Have you been to Tomatoes yet?" 

"I haven't," Lexa says again. 

"It's a little hole-in-the-wall spot. Kind of…lackluster, but their tacos are to die for and the bartender is awesome. Would you want to go?"

"Now?" Lexa asks, pointedly surveying her desk that is, despite having been organized, still loaded with paperwork to be sorted through. 

"Yes, now. You've been here all day - I know because I've been here all day and you were here before me. Those papers will l still be here Monday." Lexa looks doubtful as she chews the inside of her lower lip. "Or tomorrow if you insist on working the weekend. But let's be done for the night. Both of us." 

This is so not how Clarke thought her night would go; standing in front of Lexa, her boss, The Commander, and trying to lure her out to the bar for tacos and a drink. Genuinely hoping she'll accept because even though they've been working she's actually had the most fun she's had in a while and she's not quite ready for it to end. 

Lexa looks at her thoughtfully, meeting her eyes. She glances down at her desk once more and then exhales, tossing her pen into a drawer as she shuts down her computer. She stands up and grins at Clarke as she takes her jacket off the back of her chair and shrugs it over her shoulders. 

"Alright. Let's go try these tacos, then." 

…

…

“You have to be kidding me.” 

Lexa turns around and hits Clarke with a smug, triumphant little smile. Then looks back at her achievement, a dart nestled solidly in the red bullseye circle of the dartboard, surrounded by Clarke’s failed attempts scattered haphazardly across the board. She’d gotten it on her first try, standing several feet further back than she even had to.

“You lied to me. There’s no way you’ve never thrown a dart before.”

“Do I look like I frequent establishments that have dartboards, Clarke?” Lexa asks, quirking a brow in challenge. 

No, she doesn’t. Not in the pantsuit she’s wearing, even after she shed her coat and blazer shortly after they’d arrived. One half of her shirt has come out of its tuck and the top few buttons are undone, the collar sagging open and offering the view of just a hint of collarbones on either side. Her cheeks are a little flushed from the one beer she’s had and she looks messy but somehow still put together. She’s undeniably beautiful, and she stares at Clarke expectantly waiting for some kind of comeback, unaware that Clarke can hardly think when she’s standing there looking like that. Existing in her space. Out of her comfort zone but still self-assured and confident. She’s unbelievably attractive, beyond what Clarke had even perceived when she got her first look at her earlier in the day. 

She’s so screwed.

“No, you don’t,” Clarke admits with a sigh. “I’ve been trying for months to get a bullseye. You must just have some kind of natural technique with your fingers.”

Lexa opens her mouth to say something, then seems to think better of it. But Clarke’s not having any of that. “What were you about to say?” she asks. “I don’t need you to pity me, Raven kicks my ass at darts on the regular.”

Lexa doesn’t answer right away, looking at Clarke like she’s searching for something. Clarke can’t tell if she finds it but waits patiently. “It’s not appropriate,” she says after a moment. 

Interest - piqued. “We aren’t at work right now,” Clarke reminds her. 

“But you’re human resources, essentially,” Lexa laughs, a little nervously. “Seems like a grey area.”

“We don’t call it HR because of the negative association that’s been tied with it over the years. Like this, it makes people nervous. So yeah, I’m technically HR, but I’m not a narc. And you’re the CEO anyways.”

“Which makes it an even greyer area.”

“Lexa, come on. We’ve been having a good time, right?”

She nods. Weighs her options for just a few more seconds and then says, “I was just going to say that I’ve been told I have a natural technique with my fingers before. In…other contexts.”

It takes a second for Clarke to process and then - oh. Oh. 

She’s glad she hadn’t taken another sip of her drink because she might have choked on it. 

She swallows, trying to gather herself, absolutely not letting herself take a closer look at Lexa’s hands because she’s already noticed that they’re nice but she hasn’t scrutinized them beyond that. “That was extremely inappropriate, Miss Woods,” she says, calling on her stern business-woman voice that she’s perfected over years of dealing with employee relations issues. 

Lexa’s eyes widen. “Clarke, I told you that I didn’t want to overstep. I’m sorry. I knew I shouldn’t have -”

Clarke doesn’t have the heart to watch her flounder for more than a few seconds. She cuts her off. “It was inappropriate, but I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” She feigns more confidence than she feels as she puts a hand on Lexa’s knee reassuringly. A small gesture to make it so that Lexa isn’t the only one who has crossed a line tonight. Lexa looks a little shell-shocked, looking up and down between Clarke’s hand and her face enough times that it’s almost comical. Clarke squeezes her leg once and then lets go, standing up from the stool she’d been sitting on as she watched Lexa play darts. “Come on, let’s go sit at the bar. The next thing I want to make you try is their southwest egg rolls.”

She grabs Lexa’s hand like it’s no big deal at all and pulls her towards two open seats. 

…

…

Clarke’s not sure that Lexa has ever eaten greasy bar finger food before but the southwest egg rolls are definitely a hit. The noises Lexa makes as she eats them tell her as much, and also do things to her. But they don’t affect her half as much as watching Lexa amicably interact with some of the old townies who are also sitting at the bar with them. It turns out Lexa knows enough about baseball to hold her own talking to Bonafide Baseball Expert Jim McDonnel and she doesn’t bat an eye when a very drunk Mary Lou bumps into her seat and then talks about her 13 cats for five minutes until the bartender mercifully calls her attention back down to the other end of the bar where her actual seat is. 

Clarke feels a little bad for subjecting high-class Lexa to this place but she doesn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, when she turns to look at Clarke her eyes are bright and her smile is genuine and she says, “Thanks for showing me this place. It’s great.”

Clarke kind of adores her and her big dopey smile. And that’s a really scary thought to be having about her boss of all people but she’s rolling with it. Whatever it is between them, chemistry or connection or some other unnamed thing, it’s off the charts.  And Clarke can’t take it anymore, especially knowing that the night is starting to come to a close. 

Lexa is already sitting close enough that their knees are knocking together and it’s not much distance to close between their mouths at all. She doesn’t have the tact or inhibition to do it slowly, just leans in and kisses Lexa like she’s been wanting to do all night. It’s heated and languid immediately and she finds Lexa only needs a fraction of a second to adjust to her surprise before she’s kissing back, open-mouthed and hungry. 

It’s stupid Jim McDonell’s hooting and hollering that breaks them apart less than a minute later, reminding them that they’re very much in public and kissing in a way that is very much not chaste. 

A realization that is quickly followed by the fact that Clarke just kissed her boss. “Sorry,” she says quickly, trying to catch her breath. 

Lexa holds her gaze. Licks her lips like she’s trying to taste what’s left of Clarke on them. Clarke tries not to visibly squirm in her chair as she watches, and looks back up when Lexa finally says something. “No you aren’t.”

Clarke’s alma mater would probably revoke her degree if they heard her response. “No, I’m not.” Lexa smirks, then not so subtly looks at Clarke’s mouth, desire clear in the intentness of her gaze. “Do you want to get out of here?” 

When Lexa’s eyes flick up they’re darker than they were before. Heat flares in the confines of Clarke’s lower stomach and settles between her legs. “Very much so.”

Clarke’s hand flies up, flagging down the bartender to close out their tab without taking her eyes off Lexa. She tips generously and laughs when Lexa grabs her hand and tugs her hurriedly back towards the car. 

On second thought, maybe she should open her big fat mouth more often.

#thanks for asking buddy! #and anon who asked for 7 too! #clexa drabble #clexa kiss prompt #clexa kisses #clexa

[whatacaitastrophe]

detouring a little bit from my usual content (okay, a lot), but all i've been able to think about for the last week is the fact that i spent the last six months getting absolutely gaslit into thinking i’m fucking terrible at a career i’ve otherwise excelled at, and there’s a pretty good chance someone else needs to hear this too:

crying at work is not normal.

going to bed on sunday evenings dreading monday morning is not normal.

being expected to be on call and available 24/7 for a job that DOES NOT require you to be on call is not normal.

you are not lazy, or a bad employee, or a bad coworker because you didn’t take your work laptop with you on vacation, and being made to feel guilty about being unavailable whilst on vacation is not normal.

being made to feel guilty about how much higher your salary is than your less experienced coworkers, and how unfair it is that they make less than you, when you make a mistake is not normal.

being expected to be in a leadership position when that isn’t in your job description, and without the title and the salary to go with it, is not normal.

being expected to understand the scope of a job and to perform that job successfully when you don’t have all the tools (training, a full list of tasks you are supposed to be performing), despite repeatedly asking for the tools, is not normal.

being blamed and called lazy because others are “doing your job for you” when your BOSS was the one who asked them to do tasks that should have been assigned to you, is not normal.

also, if you find yourself sitting at your desk with nothing to do, and everyone else is complaining about how busy they are, chances are your boss is delegating your work to someone else instead of you, and that's not normal-- ESPECIALLY if you ask your boss if they have anything they need you to work on and they say "no."

if a company doesn't have a local HR person, and HR has absolutely NO IDEA why you got let go / what your "performance issues" were that led to you being let go, because they were not looped in until your boss emailed them to tell them you were being let go? that is NOT. NORMAL.

if any of the above has happened to you at work, RUN. run as fast as you fucking can.

#corporate culture #toxic workplace #toxic work environment #toxic work culture

[yxstxrdrxxm]

So I ended up fast forwarding a bit and writing this drabble for Boss x Friend! Darling……ahahaha I hope you all enjoy this scenario >:’3

Note:: All Boss x Friend! Darling stories take place in the AU where Boss wins in One Last Call

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There is no romantic proposal.

But that is fine for a “marriage of convenience.”Rather than an emotional proposal in a special place, the two of them are just signing legal documents in Darling’s home.

Aside from the marriage contract, there are many things to discuss—ring designs, living arrangements, cover story for their coworkers, whether or not they’ll have a wedding. The whole time, Darling acts serious and meticulous; it’s a side of her that Boss doesn’t see often.

Then again, he expects nothing less from a senior manager of Celestia Inc.

If things went his way, this marriage would be “real.” Alas, Darling still refuses to give her heart to him, hence why Boss is yielding to her terms. It doesn’t mean that he has given up, though.

Now that they’re married, he will have more opportunities to win her over emotionally. And thanks to this agreement, no one else will pursue Darling or judge them for their previously single status.

“And that’s it.” Darling signs the prenup and looks up to face him. “Here’s to our shared future. Let’s hope you don’t do anything to make me regret this decision.”

“I could say the same,” he shoots back. “I can only imagine the many ways you will test my patience moving forward.”

Not that he dislikes it. By now, the both of them know that Darling has him wrapped about her finger. It’s funny, really—in his desire to control her, he is controlled by his desire for her.

“If you are going to blame anyone later on,” he continues, “it should be yourself for forcing my hand to begin with.”

“Now, now.” At that, Darling’s lips curve into a familiar smile. Her next words sound better than any yes or I do. “Don’t be so mean to your wife~”

Now all that’s left to own is her heart.

-

And they lived happily ever after—jk it will still take months/ years for Boss to make Darling say “I love you” to him. At least he gets a partial victory in another universe xD

I still have more ideas for what happens in Boss x Friend! Darling’s relationship before they reach this point, and aahhhh I can’t wait to make Boss even more of an asshole + boyfailure <3

I hope you don't mind that I did a small continuation to fuel the thoughts of making him a boyfailure btw LMAOOOO

It should've been a loveless marriage.

It should have. That should've been what was expected from the two of them.

And yet, as he found himself one night, years past their first day in being 'married', he found himself unable to put focus on such a thing. To remember that, in a way, this isn't what he could bargain for in the long run.

It was a night like no other. A peaceful, idyllic one, if not for her back turned to him. And his turned back to her as well, for the sake of personal space.

Husband and wife, turning themselves against each other. Such a record, he found himself thinking, but he couldn't bring himself to say yet another word.

Boss— no, Alexander— often had troubles in his mind. Even as the Boss of one of the partner companies of Celestia Inc., the one that focuses on MixMatch as a whole and running his own shady business below, he still found himself thinking through the night.

It left him to stay up, unable to get a wink of rest. And he despised the thought.

Normally, he would find himself able to relax and sleep after 4 hours. He was an insomniac, but nothing that couldn't be solved if he idled long enough with nothing in his mind. Although, as he found out, this was not what he had hoped to occur.

Not with her.

After a while of idling and praying to Gods above to help him sleep to no avail, he turned his body to face her back. He could hear her breathing, even when they're not too close to do such a thing, and his hand quietly reached over to grab hers.

He isn't fond of vulnerability. He's never fond of thinking he should be... Open to someone without thinking they'd stab you on the back.

He hates it. Loathes it to the very core of his being. He couldn't fathom of how people can trust those that could bring them harm, that could simply ruin them if they so much as tried to put their trust and get in fights with them.

But as he held her hand, he felt his shoulders relax. He felt his body lose its tension.

... He's such a fool, he thinks. Just how badly must he crave for someone who'd never love him, when he, himself, can never bring the same commitment?

Maybe it was a curse. A poison he willingly drank, foolishly thinking that no one would catch his eye.

He knew his days were numbered, but in such a night like this, he found himself thinking that it wouldn't be so bad.

He's grown softer. Cordial. Over the years he spent with her, his walls weathered down and became nothing but mere wooden remains. He even found himself thinking that he could simply be laid to rest, and he'd be happy, so as long she remains by his side.

But he will never say that to her.

His pride, his ego, his mind will never let him.

He can cry in anguish all he wants, and truly, he could— but he knew that the day they were together, it will always remain this way.

It was unrequited from the beginning. Maybe he's deluded himself so much into thinking he's had a chance, but he isn't stupid.

So, for now, he will cherish the littlest things he gets from her. He'll cherish the only thing she's allowed him to get.

Her heart will be a grandeur treasure he'd take and never return, but he's content in the time they spent together. In a bit of an irony, he found himself thinking that their time was worth more than just an organ.

After all, what use is a heart if it stopped beating?

Will there be use of an organ when the memories will be the thing left beating?

He didn't knew. No one else knew.

And for once, that left him in a stupor.

Perhaps he can think about this some other time.

Not when he has her in his hand, just like tonight.

#💌 ;; promising letter: one last call #💌 ;; message delivery #💌 ;; fine print: ''boss'' #💌 ;; to my beloved: jessamine

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hello i am in need of hurting and being comforted because that catharsis rush is something soothing for my aching heart so anyway i hope u don't mind me dropping this off ^q^

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You've decided, pettily, from this day, that Mister Zhongli is your second most hated person in Liyue.

You couldn't help but grimace at the clock, as the hand stroke each minute into the late evening. Everything should have been in a comfortable routine, you coming home and your giant fluffy roommate greeting you and healing your tired heart.

But then Mister Zhongli had introduced (or rather, had reacquainted) Childe to the pretty, exotic, and strong Traveler. Lumine, she was called, as you remember the look of absolute fascination on Childe’s face as the giant moth excitedly chirped at the prospect of fighting your number one hated person.

At first, you were fine with it, especially seeing how happy and entranced Childe is. Both of you knew that you weren't a fighter, and certainly aren't strong enough for spars with his monster-like stamina. So seeing someone who cam go toe to toe with him and exert his excess energy was something you begrudgingly accepted.

But then, your comfortable routine slowly crumbles like ash in the wind.

Their sparring sessions went around from an hour or two until it slowly began extending to hours upon hours of the day. Even during the times you were at home and available, you were left all alone in the cold space of your shared home.

After the crumble, the echoes of your insecurity began whispering into your mind, of how you aren't needed, aren't welcomed, aren't wanted...

You were being replaced with a pretty, blond, strong, Traveler who can much better take care and handle your beloved roommate.

Perhaps everything had finally settled, like dust parting ways to show you the damage, the day of your birthday. The day starts out normal as you wake up, barely greet Childe before he makes his way out (no doubt to meet up with the Traveler again) and you head off to work, heart filled with hope that this day would be nicer to you.

It wasn't.

As if Fate was mocking your monologue, the day goes by and everything goes wrong with it--numerous mistakes with customers, landing a small accident that costed you mora, a coworker leaving a nasty remark that you held yourself back from replying only to top it all off with your boss firing you.

"Unwanted, unneeded, replaceable."

Your trek home was nothing short of tears and self-depreciation and all you wanted was reprieve and someone, anyone, to prove your thoughts wrong.

When you arrived, you were greeted with silence. You waited, and waited, and waited, until the clock strikes twelve abs the day is no longer yours to celebrate.

You slept it off, heart broken and tears raw.

---

Childe arrived back late, whimpering from his carelessness. Zhongli had visited him and reminded him about your birthday. He was busy with Lumine picking the best birthday gift for you and lost track of time.

He crept open the door, head tilting at the darkness and cold floor wood. Usually, the corridor would have been lit up and warm from your cooking and your presence.

It feels like a funeral in comparison. The masked moth creature winced at the thought as he headed straight to your shared room to present his perfect gift. Seeing your sleeping form, he decided to await for you to wake up, seeing as sunrise is near.

At early dawn, he awaits for you eagerly to be surprised at his gift.

At early noon, he tilts his head, but decided you must be tired from work.

At late afternoon, Childe grows worried as he finally shakes your still form. Your head turns and he is glad but the look in your eyes stops him.

Blank, Broken, Indifferent.

There was a cry from him as he cradles you back and forth, not understanding what had caused you to be like this. You opened your mouth and the panicking creature finally understood.

"Shouldn't you be with Lumine?"

*eats this* NOMNONOMNOM ANON THIS IS DELICIOUS

Childe's sorry- he's so, so sorry- he got caught up in the thrill of fighting again, like he always does, and lost track of more and more time until the hours added up to days apart from you. and now it's been too long, because you're rigid and still in his arms when normally you'd be hugging him back and snuggling into his fur.

"shouldn't you be with Lumine?" you repeat tonelessly, unmoving. you're not even angry anymore, just empty and cold, and your blank eyes make Childe shiver. he whines and pulls you closer, trying to convey the love he's missed out on giving you, and despite yourself you lean slightly towards his fluff, more from exhaustion than anything else.

something wet drips onto Childe's shoulder, and he looks up. you're crying. tears are rolling silently down your cheeks, droplets of the knot of emotions you've been dealing with. you don't even seem to notice, instead just standing there quietly, pain written over your features, and Childe's heart breaks, too. slowly he reaches to wipe your tears away, and is relieved when you don't shy away from his touch. he croons as he brushes your cheeks with him thumbs, urging you to let out anything you've been keeping to yourself when he's been gone.

then you say, "am i replaceable?" and Childe feels like he wants to cry, too.

and he does, perhaps not as quietly as you, as he runs his claws through your hair and shakes his head. there's a desperate tone to the way he holds you, purring and crying and cooing all at once as he tries to tell you that no one could possibly take your place. yes, maybe Lumine's good at fighting and is from another world, but she's not you. and that's who he really loves- you, even if you think of yourself as boring and ordinary, or if you're not an expert fighter of a Vision holder. he fell in love with you without any heroic deeds to your name, and he likes it that way.

you're his light in the darkness, after all. for the first time in days, which was his fault, Childe sees you crack a small smile. your movement is hesitant when you hug him back, now so used to being alone, and he knows it'll be a while before you're fully happy again.

that's okay. he's alright with waiting, if he's with you.

#genshin impact #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #childe #tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #chit chat #anon #i could've gone a more angsty route buuuut you wanted comfort so comfort you shall get!!! #i love this concept because straight jealousy doesn't appeal to me but mix it with insecurity and it's RELATABLE #sorry for the lack of posts today yall #i had a mental breakdown shhhhh <333 #short scenario #other's stuff #FAVE #i could do an angst version........ hmmmmmm

[imperatriceauxdiamants]

Professional boundaries

Never let them text you or contact you or call you after bedtime. Bedtime's for resting, spinning down, etc. I generally never reply after 9PM. If the message is very urgent/critical, and that it's between 5 to 9PM, I reply but I keep it to the point.

I never let coworkers or bosses start off topic conversations in calls or texts after work hours. I am not interested in that, if they want to talk to me outside of work, it can be at a cafe or restaurant and not for too long. I absolutely DEPISE those long texting conversations that lead nowhere and occupy alot of my mind and time.

If I receive a text, I always wait 10-15 minutes before replying the FIRST text I receive. That way, I condition the other person to be to the point, to not rely on me too much, and NOT expect insta-replies.

I never insta-reply. Ever. My time is valued, I'll reply when I can, and I won't get out of my way to reply. If I never do that, people never expect that from me. They learn to be to the point.

If the other person is going off-topic or chitchats for nothing, I ask "I'm doing amazing, but I'm busy. What did you want to ask?" May be blunt but some people feel uncomfortable hitting a coworker up bluntly, and that way relieves them of the chitchat "obligation".

I never do overtime. Ever. If I have too much work, I try to delegate, or I postpone the work to the next day. Managers and bosses tend to ask workers to work more than they can feasibly and efficiently do, in the hopes they will gob up the work of two or three people. I refuse to sacrifice efficiency and my health for this despicable objective. This is even more important if lives or security is in play.

When I start a job, I give availability hours, if they push me to work outside of my availabilities, I always refuse. I have a life. I have other engagements. How else will I become a flourishing person, how else will I meet new people, friends and romantic opportunities?

My life isn't my job. And my job isn't my life.

I never am loyal to a job. I always seek for the jobs that offer great security, benefits and great salary. If I feel disrespected, or I feel undervalued, I shape up my CV and seek elsewhere. This is like the only way to have significant $$$ increase in this economy.

[polarseven]

I've been absent from tumblr because my phone broke and I've been busy but there have been so many insane things that have happened in the short period I've taken a break. So I am going to list them here.

-I learned of my workplace's drama! My bosses are officially dating in secret. One of them in nonbinary (I think? it's unclear), and the other is apparently hyper religious and has been instituted in the mental ward in the past for thinking the rapture happened! I don't know what she did to get there but apparently that's a real event. I don't know how those two got into a relationship but everything I think about it I just call it doomed toxi yuri in my head

-another coworker asked me about being poly, and I explained it, and she proceeded to go on about how her bf has cheated on her twice and she wasn't sure if he was poly or not?? after I explained that, no, that's not being poly, that's cheating, she goes on later about how she wants to "get her lick back" and cheat on him in return before breaking up with him. I plead her not to, to no avail. Apparently it's that hard to be a good person and not do two wrongs? They've been together for ten years, apparently. Absolutely insane behavior

-Apparently some of my friends are...trying to use me? I have no fucking clue about this one. One local (cis) queen has a crush on me and we've been talking for a little bit, and supposedly one of my other friends—who has been oddly flirting with me recently, which seemed unusual to me—is apparently doing so because the first friend likes me, to get at her. I feel like a bystander in my own drama and honestly I'd love to keep it that way. I'm just out here trying to be a good friend to the people I know and shit keeps happening, so I'm just gonna make sure to not really. pursue anything relationship-wise with either until it clears up.

-My car keeps dying while driving! It died at a stoplight and in a parking lot. I am not sure how much time she has left.

-My phone is broken! Kinda. The touchscreen works completely, but the screen stays pitch black. Which means I can still call the numbers I have on speed dial, but unless I have it memorized how to do things on my phone there's no doing them! Wild.

So yeah! a lot of crazy bullshit in my life where situations KEEP happening and I simply get to watch them. Can't help but wonder how this keeps happening to me.

#life update #like. wow. #this is a lot and I don't know how to handle ANY of it #so I just kinda dont! #a light “my friends' beef isn't my beef” policy #I really hope they sort themselves out because if I actually have to start. doing things about this/these situations? #not gonna be ahppy about it #all problems that I think could be easily solved by not wanting revenge/to harass people #or by simply explaining to someone what the deal is #blugglhlg #vent #rant

[fuck-customers]

4/7 - I answer a call from a guy in London. He sounds exhausted, and I assume at first that he has reached us in error. No, he did not. He is trying to start a business relationship with my museum. He sells basically door counters, which we already have. That particular day my dept was short staffed, so my manager wasn't available to speak to him. He didn't want to be transferred to her voicemail. Okay, dude, try again later. He did, and again didn't want to be transferred to her voicemail. He said "I never check my voicemail," and I assured him, my boss DOES. When she got back to her desk, my manager listened to his voicemail. She's not the person he would want to talk to, so we sent his information up to the person who deals with that stuff. He called back again, and I told him all this. He tried to sell ME on his door counters. At this point the customer service veneer was breaking. When he hung up, I thought that was the end of it.

4/8 - He calls *again*, just wants to be transferred in the right direction. I lean back, double check with my manager, transfer him upstairs. Hoping that was also the end of it.

We aren't going to do business with this guy. We already have door counters, we have what we need, and if we were going to do business with him, he would be speaking directly with the person he needs to speak to. Which isn't me. My job is selling tickets and giving information to the public.

4/14 - I come back into the office after several days posted elsewhere to find that London Guy, as he is now known around the office, called TWICE to MY PERSONAL EXTENSION. How did he even get it??? We don't give out phone numbers. According to notes I sent my gf, he called on 4/12 to the main line, got one of my coworkers, who told him the same things I told him. My manager says that at this point, it's bordering on harassment. I agree, especially since most of the time, he isn't calling the main ticketing line, he's calling me personally.

Over the next several weeks, he continues to call, always on days that I am not working, or at least not in the back office. Never leaving a voicemail until yesterday, and even then it was only 2 seconds and he didn't say a word.

TODAY (5/13) - I am back on phones today, and the phone lights up. I pick it up but before the receiver reaches my face, I recognize the number. It's London Guy. I freeze for what feels like forever but is actually 2 seconds. I don't say a word. I just. Hang up the phone.

Which was probably the wrong thing to do, but I legit just froze.

You'd think the guy would take the hint, he's been calling for over a month. But we don't have a way to block numbers so... No idea how this situation will resolve.

[magnoliacharmed]

Fucked My Way to the Top

18+, CM Punk x Billy Gunn

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Tags: Daddy kink, dirty talk, frottage, blow job, choking

Word count: 2381

Summary:

Billy Gunn reminds CM Punk that they are not the same. Prompt from the AEW Kinkmeme on Dreamwidth: “Punk deep in his daddy issues likes calling bigger, stronger men daddy while getting manhandled. Any era.”

Billy was not one for politicking.

He just didn't get it. Sure, he understood the very basic premise of it. It was the cutthroat backstabbing that didn't make any sense to him. There were so many other ways to get ahead in this business that didn't involve throwing your coworkers under the bus. Half of the time the politician squandered their own push by being an asshole. Then they had no fame, no job security, and no friends. So what was it all for in the end?

No, Billy didn't have to do any of that. He didn't have to rely on bottom of the barrel behavior to get over. When you were cute and good enough at your job, you got opportunities others might not get. Being a good fuck helped too of course.  Billy couldn't just blurt that out to the rookies he trained, though. If they spent any longer than a few months wrestling they'd find out soon enough. 

The arrival of CM Punk at AEW only reiterated how nerve-wracking the whole politicking business was. Here he was causing problems backstage by getting in Tony Khan's ear, telling him who should stay and who should go. Billy didn't understand why Tony took so much stock in his opinion. It couldn't have only been because he was a huge fan on a very expensive nostalgia trip. Maybe Punk was pulling some moves he was once quite familiar with. 

"'Scuse me, Billy."

"Huh? Oh." Billy realized he was standing in front of Punk's locker and moved to give him access.

In some way he reminded him of himself. They were quite literally in the same position at one point in their careers. Bent over a desk all ready and open for the push. Throwing their heads back, letting their hair swing freely and their voices groan the boss' name…

"Didn't mean to interrupt your thoughts."

Punk sat as he rifled through his duffle bag. He straddled the wooden bench to get eye level with Billy's bulging crotch. He still looked good in his tiny shorts even at his age. Punk didn't particularly care about getting in trouble for looking so hard at him; it wasn't like he was going to get fired. He and Billy were on the same side of the coin, they understood each other. You do what you need to to get ahead.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on, don't play dumb. You thinkin' about me?" Punk winked. It was so smarmy and backhanded. 

"Why would I be thinking about you, Punk?" 

Billy maintained his calm. Punk just liked to rile people up. If he ignored the bait he'd get bored and go mess with someone else. Probably one of his playthings that followed him around like lost puppies.

"'Cause were the same."

"I don't see how."

Punk sighed. The conversation was quickly becoming boring. Billy was too much of a vet to get caught up so easily. It meant he actually had to try , something he didn’t have to do much any more. Although the challenge was slightly infuriating, it was fun too. Being a tease like this, pissing off someone he knew couldn’t stand him… it was almost better than sex. Almost.

"We're both here in the twilights of our careers, some would say." Punk rolled his eyes quickly, trying to pull Billy in. See, I’m on your side! 

"After years of going from company to company with varying degrees of success, we’ve settled down here. We did what we had to to be the best. You know how it is."

"No, I don't think I do. Not in the way you mean."

Billy knew he was right. Of course he was right. The difference between them, the thing that proved that they weren't the same was the bragging. Billy didn't need to brag. He was secure enough in himself to let his career speak for itself. These assumptions were all a part of Punk’s silly games. If he needed this to feel better about himself, so be it. Billy could play along. 

"'Not in the way you mean.' Oh, please, Billy. Save it for the kids out there. I bet you were a really good fuck back in the day."

Punk wasn’t surprised at the lack of response. 

"Once Vince saw you in those shorts? Man, I know that was it. You were hot. I saw the way you arched your ass up in that St. Valentine's Day match you ref'ed back in the day. I know he loved that shit."the 

Billy looked down at him, stone faced and piercing right into his brain. He was so pissed. He just had to be. How could he not be?

"Did he make you call him Mr. McMahon? Probably, now that I think about it. He was pretty partial to daddy by the time I got to him."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, that really got him going. If I said it while I rode him? Instant orgasm."

"I bet you liked that."

"Not the daddy part so much. Just that it made him come so hard." Who was he trying to convince? 

“You're such a little snake of a man, Punk. A liar, too. And a bad one at that."

Punk had turned around to directly face Billy, his face only a few inches away from his cock. Even though he hadn't said much over the last few minutes, his dick revealed all. 

"I don't see how." Punk mocked, smiling up at Billy innocently. Billy could see how well Punk’s attitude probably played so well fifteen years ago. It still played well now, something he hated to admit. He slowly reached his hand up to grip Punk's jaw.

"Congratulations, your game worked. Just look how hard you made daddy."

“I said I didn’t like that.”

“Sure you don’t.”

Billy reached his free hand down to thrust his shorts down. Punk couldn’t help to flicker his gaze to the way his cock sprung out of his shorts. He dragged his eyes away from Billy's cock back up to his unwavering stare.

"I'm surprised you can still get it up, old man."

"I'm not that easy. Try again." Billy removed his hand from Punk's jaw to instead caress his slicked back hair. It was funny, Punk calling him an old man when he himself had streaks of gray running through his beard. Billy wasn’t the type to pick at his insecurities and projections, even when he deserved it. 

"Okay. I can't believe I made you this hard, daddy."

"Aww, there we go. Now open up that mouth of yours." 

Punk obediently spread his lips to take Billy inside of the heat of his mouth. The moan from above made his own cock twitch in his jeans as he looked up at him with big eyes. He looked so perfect with his head thrown back in ecstasy. A moment of clarity struck Punk with a force; he finally understood why Tony liked getting on his knees for him. 

"You're a pretty picture down there." 

Punk let Billy slide out of his mouth to smile wide at him. His hand came up to stroke Billy's cock, slick with spit and ready for him. He wondered what he could say to get Billy to fuck his mouth. 

"Thank you, daddy."

Billy reached into Punk's hair to pull him onto his feet and push him against the wall, his legs already wobbly from excitement. The cold concrete of the locker room wall prickled across his back while Billy's warm breaths tickled his face.

“If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do ask. You know, I always thought you were cute… in an annoying sort of way.” The wet kiss Billy placed on Punk’s cheek made him shiver. He couldn’t have been as laid back about this as his demeanor presented. 

Billy reached down to unzip Punk’s jeans and pull out his painfully hard cock. The sensation of Billy being taken into his large hand, his own dick rubbing against Billy’s, was enough to make him want to come right there. The only bit of slick he got between the two of them was from his own spit, and it was quickly disappearing.

It’d been so long since someone wanted to put him in his place. His head swam from the particularly nice way Billy was going about it. He could have been so much more punishing, and yet here he was petting his hair. He didn’t deserve any of it.

“I want you to listen to me. We are not the same. You understand that? I don’t throw my weight around to prove how much of a big shot I am. I don’t need to do that to feel good about myself.” 

“Yeah, that’s why— that’s why you never got the belt. Not a good enough lay and not a good enough— talker.” 

Billy would’ve been hurt by Punk’s assessment if the man wasn’t squirming under him so feverishly. The words were mean-spirited, but not very convincing. Every pull of Billy’s hand around both of their leaking cocks made Punk’s hips buck into him. Wet pretty eyelashes blinked furiously as he tried to keep control of himself despite Billy’s movements.  

“We’ll see about that, baby.”

The whiplash movement of Billy removing his hand from him only to turn him around and into the wall was disorienting. Immediately Punk missed the warmth of Billy’s palm around him. The concrete rubbed raw at his sensitive flesh. 

“Whatever you say,— oh my God.” Punk’s voice died off into a whine that surprised him. Billy pushed himself inside of him with no warning or hesitation. He did it with such ease, like he’d been inside Punk a million times already. Billy’s calm yet firm claim of his body was too hot for him. 

“Uh-uh. You know what to call me.”

Punk was far and away from being able to think straight as Billy pounded into him. Where the hell did he get the stamina? No sooner than when the thought had crossed his mind that Billy began to slow down.

“Punk…” Billy’s disciplinary tone was seconds away from making Punk cry. This was worse than any regular punishment fuck he’d been given. Worse because Billy was being so damn good to him, in a weird way. 

“You actually think this is gonna get me to say it? Fuck that. You can just pull out now if you want, I’ll go find Max to finish the job.”

“You’re so difficult. I hope you know you don’t have to keep up this act for me.”

Billy returned to his punishing pace. It didn’t take long for a stream of expletives to fall from Punk’s mouth as he thrusted up into him. His large frame continued to push the man against the wall uncomfortably, barely giving him any room to place a hand around his neck. 

“Why don’t you be a good boy and give me what I need, huh? Be nice for once. Make daddy feel good.”

Punk was nothing but a drooling mess. His cheek was pressed hard to the wall and the strain of his head being tilted in such a difficult position made his neck hurt. Billy stopped once again to grab onto both of Punk’s shoulders and grind inside of him as deep and hard as he could. 

Once…

Twice…

“Fuck, you feel good, daddy.”

Third time’s the charm. 

All Billy wanted was some sincerity. What could be more sincere than the fucked out look on Punk’s face, his eyes rolling around his head listlessly like lost marbles? The big-mouthed jerk could barely speak at all. Billy could accept that he’d gotten one over on him with his taunting.

“You’re tighter than I thought you’d be. Must not let Maxwell inside you too often.”

“No— only when I think he deserves it.”

Billy moved his hand back to Punk’s neck to get him off the wall and against his body. Punk’s moan bounced loudly in the room when his back came to rest against Billy’s chest. He was completely stretched out and filled up by Billy. 

“Daddy’s little tease. I’m proud of you for not giving it up so easily.” Oh, Billy could make the words sound as sweet as he wanted them to but Punk could read between the lines. It didn’t matter. As long as kept fucking him like that he could say whatever he wanted to. 

“Please touch me.”

“Of course.”

Shame bloomed crimson red across Punk’s chest as Billy’s hand caressed down his torso and to his cock gently. It was the ghost of a touch, so featherlight he wasn’t sure if he was imagining it. It contrasted so obscenely with the hold he had on his neck that Punk wanted to laugh at the juxtaposition.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you…” He could barely get his slurred words out at the multitude of sensations he was feeling. His legs were threatening to collapse under themselves from the thorough fucking Billy was giving to him. 

“Thank me by coming for me, okay? That’s all I want. I’m almost there for you.”

“Want it— want it inside me, daddy.” Punk’s face flushed from the lack of oxygen. It was hard not to be such an open and willing mess for Billy. Especially when he was this good at splitting him open. 

Billy was completely mesmerized when Punk’s come shot up onto his chest as he released inside of him. His groan was so primal that it sent a sense of pride zipping down Punk’s spine. Another notch on his belt, and of the great Billy Gunn too. He was shocked by the speed in which Billy pulled out of him and let go of his throat, leaving him feeling emptier than he was prepared for. 

“Good job. Maybe we are the same.”

“Won’t know that until you’re the one calling me daddy.” 

Billy laughed the laugh of someone who’d been there, done that as he pulled on his shirt. 

“Trust me, Punk. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

He walked out of the room with a bright smile plastered on his face while Punk tried to collect himself. That was how you politicked.

#cm punk x billy gunn #cm punk #billy gunn #wrestling #wrestling smut #wrestling fanfic #aew #all elite wrestling #aew fanfic #magnoliafanfic

[pxmun]

Things had been very busy for the Trainyard Trio since Darius announced to his younger siblings that they were going to move to Sodor.  Cleo and Romeo had run as fast as they could to Tidmouth sheds to announce the news. The engines were elated, especially Thomas. Gordon tried to act like the sibling’s move was no big deal, but Edward saw right through the big engine’s charade. Edward knew Gordon would’ve missed them if they’d had chosen to go back home. There was a lot of work to be done. The Cuppers were busy going to and from realms via Lady to transfer their stuff from the normal realm to Sodor. Darius marched into his work and finally gave his boss the what for. ” I quit”!  Darius told the boss. He became red face and ordered Darius to come back so his former boss could give him an earful, but the young man ignored him and walked out the door, with two of his coworkers cheering him on.  The Earl kept his word and brought on Darius and Scotsman as members of Ulfstead castle. Romeo had to be a bit more careful when he returned to the normal realm, the gangs were still looking for him. As a precaution, the teen would leave late into the night with Darius.  One night though, Romeo decided to go without Darius. Instead, he brought Patty and Gordon along. The teen wanted to show his friends what a city from his realm looked like, he just hoped Lady would allow them to come along. Gordon’s driver and fireman were not available to operate Gordon, so Patty took up the position of driver while Romeo took on the role of fireman. The two got Gordon up and running, heading for Lady’s tunnel. When they arrived, Romeo was surprised to see that Lady wasn’t there. Since the move began the magical engine would meet up with Romeo by the tunnel then proceed to use her magic to turn the signal green, allowing them to transfer over to the normal realm. Romeo called out to her, but there was no answer. He was growing concerned. Patty noticed that the signal light was green and told Romeo that Lady might be in the tunnel.  The three of them felt hesitant, all of the legends and stories had said only magic engines like Lady and Wendell were able to pass through realms. Romeo wondered if the stories could possibly be wrong, since there was never any mention of what happens to a non- magical engine that tries to enter, nor if any non- magical engine has ever tried to pass through the realms on their own.   Romeo and Patty still felt unsure if the magic would allow Gordon to travel.  “You feeling up to it Big G”? Romeo asked the engine. Gordon looked into the endless void of the tunnel. He felt both excited and afraid, afraid of the unknown, yet excited to see what laid beyond Sodor’s vail.  “I wish to proceed.” Gordon answered. Romeo released Gordon’s breaks and the big engine slowly began rolling forward. Gordon felt Patty lay a comforting hand on the side of his cab, while Romeo was ready with the breaks in case anything happened, or Gordon decided he didn’t want to go through. As they passed through the tunnel’s entrance, Gordon shut his eyes and embraced for whatever awaited them   further in. “Crazy isn’t it”? Came Romeo’s voice. “My goodness! I feel like I’ve ended up in Alice’s Wonderland”! Patty proclaimed. Gordon opened his eyes and immediately became disoriented. He was traveling on a set of gold rails; they were floating in midair among a pink cloud filled void. There was no bottom and no ceiling. Other tracks could be seen going in all different directions to tunnels that led to who knows where. “How’re you holding up Gord”? Romeo asked. “Disoriented, very disoriented.” Gordon replied. “Just hang in there for a bit longer Big G, we’re almost there.” Romeo consoled. They were starting to approach the tunnel to the normal realm and although Gordon was going at a regular pace, the big engine felt like time had slowed to an agonizing crawl. The darkness of the other tunnel consumed the big engine, Gordon felt like his boiler was going to freeze over. He wasn’t scared of the dark, more of what could await them on the other side. At the other end of the tunnel Gordon could see a light. It was emitting from an old lamppost. “We’re here”! Romeo announced. Gordon felt himself begin to calm down, his attention more focused on the lamppost then the station he had stopped at. Gordon watched as two little moths fluttered about, bumping into the glass in an attempt to get to the light encased within. “Huh, that wasn’t working the last time I was here” Romeo commented. The teen helped Patty off of Gordon’s cabin. Her first view of the normal realm was the back of Shining Time station. “I must say, this doesn’t look that different from Sodor, though this station is quiet charming. There’s just something about it.” Patty commented. “Indeed, even I find this place “homely”.” Gordon added. Romeo chuckled. “The actual city is a little further down the line, but yeah old Shining Time certainly has its charm, despite being abandoned.” Romeo said. “Why would anyone want to abandon this place”? Patty asked confused. “Well, they didn’t. My mom was longtime friends with the people that took care of Shining Time. Their love and hard work really made this station shine and attracted many trains and people. Eventually word would spread around about the town and its charm and soon many people were moving here. At first things were fine, the town was growing, its economy was booming, and Shining Time station was busier than it had ever been. Eventually though, those good times weren’t to last. The newly named Shining Time city was also attracting a bad crowd, they saw this place as a gold mine whether for wealth or territory. Old gangs began taking up bits of the city, then new gangs formed wanting a piece of Shining Time pie. You have to understand that Shining Time had been a peaceful town for a very long time, so once these crimes started to pop up the town didn’t know what to do. This was their Achilles heel; the criminals and thugs knew this and took every inch. The final nail in the coffin happened here at the station. A high- profile gang member had been spotted at the station by a rival gang, he was by himself, and the rival gang saw this as their opportunity to take him out.  They pulled up to the front of the station and barraged the place with a flood of bullets. Everyone inside instantly became panicked. One of my mom’s friend’s, Billy Twofeathers, took charge and got as many people as he could to shelter. The gunfire would eventually stop, and the gang would flee the scene of the crime, they had achieved their goal.” Romeo said. Patty and Gordon were mortified. Neither of them could understand why someone would do that to others, but then again this wasn’t Sodor. The two realized now why Romeo didn’t want to come back. “After that the station closed down. Our friends still loved the station, but the city had become too dangerous to keep it up and running.” Romeo said sadly. Patty rested her head against Romeo as she wrapped her arms around him. “I’m so sorry they had to go through that. I hope one day the city can be safe again so they can return to the station.” Patty said. “Me too Patty, me too.” Romeo hoped as he looked up at the Shining Time station sign. Inside, Boomer had been watching. He scowled as he noticed that Romeo had arrived on another engine. He did though find it interesting that the engine was able to get through the realms without Lady and that the boy had brought over a Sudrian to the normal realm, that had never happened before. “The kid has a whistle; he must’ve made friends with that big tender engine. If that’s the case his two siblings might’ve done the same. I’ll be no match against a magical engine and three magic abled engines, looks like I’ll have to go with plan B after all.” Boomer thought. Back outside, Patty and Romeo hopped back on Gordon and went further down the line.  “I feel weak, Romeo why does my fire feel so low”? Gordon asked. “Sorry Gordon, but I need to keep your steam low. Steam engines haven’t run on these rails for a long time, and I don’t want to draw any attention to us.” Romeo said. They reached approached the city limits. Patty and Gordon looked on in awe at the tall skyscrapers and large televised advertising boards. Gordon felt a bit intimidated by the large buildings, the tallest building on Sodor couldn’t hold a match to the monstrosities before him. “You okay Big G? You’re shaking a bit.” Romeo observed. “I’m alright, just suffering a bit of vertigo.” Gordon said. “Why don’t we head back home, maybe after a good night’s rest you’ll feel better.” Romeo suggested. “Yes please.” Gordon said. There was no turntable, but the tracks were placed in a way that an engine could loop back around. Boomer waited in the shadows for Gordon to pass by. As the big engine made his way back through Shining Time station, Boomer ran and clung onto the back of Gordon’s tender. They passed through the tunnel once more and entered the weird space between realms. When he was a kid Boomer had been curious as to where the other tunnels led to, but now he could care less. All that mattered was to not fall off.  Once they were back on Sodor, Gordon became less tense. Patty was dropped off at home and she thanked Romeo for showing her the normal realm. As the two said their goodbyes Boomer released his grasp from Gordon’s tender and quietly made his way into the Sodor night. It was time to pay Wendell a visit.

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #gordon the big engine #ttte gordon #tatmr #thomas and the magic railroad #shining time station #pt boomer

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Jess Watches // Sun 14 Jan // Day 114 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

Orphan Black (rw with mum) 5x10 To Right the Wrongs of Many (Series Finale)

Now in labor, Helena is forced to hunker down in the basement of Old Dyad for the delivery. It's a cage match for survival as Sarah and Art struggle to protect her in a desperate last stand against Neolution.

Helena giving birth being intercut with Sarah having Kira. Them both bringing life into a world in which they have known so much death. Them both choosing to fight for a better future for their children, their sestras, and themselves. The garden party at the end in celebration of all they have overcome as a family and the hopefulness that their futures will be brighter.

Unprisoned (with mum) 1x07 Unavailably Available

Paige spirals in response to a devastating piece of news on the biggest professional day of her life, while Edwin's past threatens to take away his new business venture.

It was so sweet of Edwin to show genuine interest in the card game Finn likes to play. Encouraging Finn to socialize and even asking questions to try and understand the rules better. He's a good granddad.

Criminal Record 1x02 Two Calls

Convinced there's a link between the emergency calls, June sets out to prove a theory--but Hegarty stays one step ahead.

The microaggressions from her boss: telling her she was being emotional after a very severe trauma, and pointing out the only other Black female coworker as an example of who she should behave like. The casual sexism and racism rolling off this guy. I hope he gets got by the end of the season.

Percy Jackson and the Olympians 1x05 A God Buys Us Cheeseburgers

The quest deepens as Percy, Annabeth, and Grover are tasked with a favor from a fearsome opponent.

Annabeth, admiring the amusement park: ♪ What is love ♪

Me, squinting at my tv because I couldn't see shit: ♪ Baby, don't hurt me, no more ♪

#orphan black #unprisoned #criminal record #percy jackon and the olympians #pjato #pjo #polls #tumblr polls #jess watches #day 114 #late bc i got sidetracked on my xbox