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threesixfivedgtl · 2 years ago

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How to boost productivity at work – a few simple tips!

Whether you’re managing a small group or a large department, your ability to boost productivity can significantly impact your team’s success and the overall success of your organisation. In this blog post, we’ll explore how to boost productivity at work and offer a few proven tips for team leaders to enhance productivity and achieve better results. Let’s dive in and discover how to boost productivity at work.

As experts in digital collaboration, we are also sharing our favourite tools to help you achieve each tip. These are some of the most favoured collaboration tools used in the modern workplace to help companies achieve maximum productivity.

Our tips on how to boost productivity at work

Set Clear Goals and Expectations

Let’s start at the beginning! To understand what to improve on, we need to have a clear vision of what we’re trying to achieve. Team leaders should set clear, specific, and achievable goals for their teams. Ensure that your team understands these objectives and expectations, as this clarity will motivate them and provide a sense of purpose in their work. When everyone knows what’s expected, it’s easier to measure progress and success.

We would recommend a great new tool from Microsoft to achieve setting goals and working to a clear mission. Viva Goals is a brand new app offered as part of the new Microsoft Viva suite of products. Which together are aimed at increasing productivity through a bundle of apps within Teams.

Prioritise Tasks and Delegate Effectively

Time management is a critical skill for team leaders and if you want to know how to boost productivity at work, this is a good place to start. Help your team prioritise tasks by identifying high-priority items and focusing on them first. Delegate tasks according to team members’ strengths and skills. Effective delegation not only lightens your workload but also empowers your team, leading to increased productivity.

There are a few timesheet management tools available. The most popular being Monday.com and Clockify.me, which are both great off-the-shelf solutions. To get the most out of a timesheet tool, getting a custom tool developed is always another good option.

Provide Adequate Training and Resources

Invest in your team’s development by offering training and providing the necessary resources for their tasks. Well-trained team members are more confident and efficient, which ultimately boosts productivity. Encourage continuous learning and provide access to tools and technology that can streamline processes. Your staff should be pushed to better their skills right from the onboarding process and throughout their employment.

Again, a tool that first comes to mind when talking about training is Viva Learning, another app available within the Microsoft Viva suite of products. With this learning tool you can merge all your learning applications into one place.

Foster a Positive Work Environment

A positive work environment can do wonders for productivity. Create a culture of respect, trust, and open communication. Recognize and celebrate achievements, no matter how small. When team members feel valued and supported, they are more motivated to excel in their work.

The most important way to keep your workforce happy is through good workplace wellbeing. Keep tools that improve their work/life balance available to them and easy to use. Having tools like travel booking software and holiday booking software built into their everyday apps like SharePoint, make staff feel like they are encouraged to keep a good work/life balance.

Use Technology Wisely

Leverage technology to streamline workflows and enhance collaboration. Project management tools, communication platforms, and automation software can help your team work more efficiently. However, it’s essential to choose the right tools and ensure that your team receives proper training to use them effectively.

One of our main recommendations when it comes to technology is to use the Microsoft 365 suite. You are probably already using some applications like Teams and Outlook, however a full Microsoft 365 consultancy can demonstrate how to unlock the full set of tools to increase productivity massively.

Encourage Breaks and Downtime

If you’re looking at how to boost productivity at work, it may seem counterintuitive to encourage breaks and downtime. Overworking can lead to burnout and decreased efficiency. Encourage your team to take regular breaks to recharge their energy and focus. It can lead to better overall performance.

Once again, the Microsoft Viva suite of apps can help you here. Viva Insights is a great way to track your wellbeing, break and downtime, whilst recording progress.

Implement Agile and Flexible Work Practices

In today’s dynamic work environment, flexibility is key. Consider implementing agile work practices, such as remote work options or flexible schedules. When team members have the freedom to work in a way that suits them best, they often become more productive and engaged. One worry for team leaders when allowing flexible working is that communication can suffer. Useful digital tools like an employee directory can keep your staff connected, even when they’re not physically together.

Don’t Forget About Your IT team!

An often forgotten department in most organisations is the IT team. Traditionally IT have been referenced as being outcasts within a company, which we feel is a very bad move. The whole world is becoming digitalised and the workplace is no exception. Modern businesses rely massively on their tech and in order to a company running like a well oiled machine, IT need to be able to manage that tech quickly and efficiently. Having tools like service desk management software and IT asset management will make sure your IT can act fast with incident requests and manage the companies assets.

How to boost productivity at work: Conclusion

Boosting productivity at work is a continuous effort that requires effective leadership and a supportive work environment. By implementing these proven tips, team leaders can foster a culture of productivity that leads to better results and greater job satisfaction among team members. Remember that productivity is not about working harder but working smarter. With clear goals, effective delegation, a positive work environment, and the right tools, you can achieve outstanding results and propel your team to success.

Incorporate these strategies into your leadership approach, and you’ll be well on your way to answering the question, “How to boost productivity at work?” Your team will thank you, and your organization will benefit from the increased efficiency and success that follow.

If you would like to discuss how we can help you increase productivity through digital tools

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kurohe · 3 months ago

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Things you can do to actively participate in the revolution

Here's the list !

I know some of those will look really silly, i promise they are not. And obviously, this is not a checklist, you don't have to do everything. But they're steps that you can absolutely take if you wish to, and they WILL help.

(i am continually correcting things when people point out mistakes. Thanks everyone for your help)

(under the cut !)

1) Let's start off with a very easy one you can do right now: stop using Chrome. It's a google owned browser, and it sents all of your data towards it. Mozilla is a very good replacement, but almost anything will do, really. Also, resign your amazon prime subscription. We revolting against capitalism as a whole, and this is a good first step to not freely give em your data and money

2) Start stealing things from supermarkets and malls. I am not kidding. Little things, that aren't really monitored: a can of food, a lighter, a pair of socks. Condiments are particularly easy to hide in bags or pockets. Steal hygiene products, steal food.

Remember that you should have access to those for free, and you don't because a few rich guys don't want you to.

Additional tip: train station stores are very easy to steal from, because they're so busy. But don't put yourself in danger. Check beforehand if they check bags at checkout, look out for employees that might notice what you're doing. Don't be reckless.

(edit: imma say this, you should read up on what the risks of stealing are, for you and others. Stealing from big stores is IMO always morally right, but it is risky for many reasons. Be careful)

3) In the same line, if you see someone stealing anything from a big store, no you didn't.

4) I know a lot of people are scared of disrespecting rules. By fear of being caught, or by guilt. My advice is: start disrespecting stupid, meaningless rules. I don't have specific exemples, but you'll encounter them and wonder why you're doing that. Stop doing it. This will train you to be able to disobey autority way easier.

5) Put stickers everywhere. If you already have them, go ham. Especially on public property (lamposts are amazing). If you don't, buy them from artists or independant stores, not big brands. If you cannot afford them, remember that you can simply write stuff on an A4 paper and plaster it to walls. Or even post its !

6) Carry a sharpie with you at all time, the big black ones. If you see propaganda, scribble it out. Keep a look out for terfs stickers, maga posters, etc. Also good for getting rid of transphobic and sexist stuff written on public restroom stalls !

7) Buy locally. This means going to the market or small stores, and thrifting your clothes. If you can't for money or accessibility reasons, try trading with your friends, family and neighbours. Get communication going in your circles, and you'll realise there are a lot of things that you can simply trade with or buy from people around you. Like a jar of jam against some eggs, or a pair of socks for a t-shirt you don't wear anymore !

8) Learn how to sew. I know, that sounds dumb ! But i promise you, not only will it be amazing to trade with other people ("i'll sew back ur shirt and in exchange, you give me a can of peaches !"), corporations also haaaate when you know how to fix your clothes. Because they want you to buy more. You'll spend a lot less money if you know how to fix em

9) If you have the space and the money, grow your own food, and share it or sell it around you. Be careful, some assholes will call the FDA on you. Do that with people you trust.

Additional tip: growing vegetables and fruits can be a real nightmare. You can absolutely start by just growing some basil or mint :)

10) Organise. Join leftist groups online, even if it's just to see what's being said, you don't even need to interact. Follow creators, repost and share their content. By doing that, you'll stay informed on group movements like strikes, protests and boycotts, which you can then participate in. It's very important you're connected to other ppl and the movements that are started !

11) Unionize. I'm very sorry I don't know the exact way unions work in the US, but if you can, join one. They will help you in times of needs, especially if you're a student or a worker. If you're not sure how to do that, absolutely ask around to people you know are very active politically, around you or online. People will help.

12) Stay. Informed. Follow independant papers and news outlet. If you can afford it, give them a dollar or two. They are fighting everyday for access to unbiased information for all, and sadly, their independance means that they rely almost entirely on donations and people simply engaging with what they put out.

If you can't access those: do not get your news from TV. Ever. Or anywhere else that has been bought by the far right. Sadly, the majority of TV channels are just the worst.

And, most importantly: fact check. All of the time.

13) Share that information. Talk to those you trust and who are ready to listen to you, and tell them about what's happening. Get angry with them. Revolution stems from people coming together and realising that they're being used and profited off of. Share videos and posts relating to politics, especially informative videos.

14) Go to protests ! If you've never been, i know it can be scary. But you can stay in the middle (don't go all the way to the front, that's where stuff can get heated) and scream and walk with everyone else. You'll meet people who, like you, want things to change. Capitalism wants you to stay as unconnected to others as possible, and that's a great way to fight that.

Sometimes, there are sites that have a planning for all protests happening in a city. Look up if one exists for yours

15) Create and strenghten community. I know i really struggled with this one, because it's so vague. But here's a few places you can start:

-Go and introduce yourself to your neighbours, if you deem it safe. Give them a little gift if you can afford it, like a pack of pasta.

-Make new friends, even if they aren't deep friendships. You need connections. Online or irl, both are fine- don't stay isolated.

-If you already have community, go check on them right now. Ask your friends how they're doing, and if they need anything- ask how they're being impacted by what's happening right now politically.

16) Look for ways to fuck over the institutions in easy ways. One example that went around tumblr a lot is letting dandelions grow in your backyard, because landlords fucking hate it. If you work in retail or fast food, cheat. Accidentally forget to scan the diapers. Put in 7 nuggets instead of 6.

(edit: been told that it's very risky for walmart workers to not scan things, so beware.)

17) Engage in art. MAKE art. Music, shitty paint drawings, craft, anything as long as you're being creative. Share it. If you feel like you can't do that, then support artists. Make a point to look up cool illustrations, and new music. Go to the cinema.

If you're an artist currently in an underpaid office job, please, by the love of god, be creative during office hours. You're underpaid, they do not deserve your full time and attention. Take 30 minutes to write that snippet you've been thinking about.

(and actually, if you're underpaid at all: do the minimum required. So that you can't be fired, but that's it. Any more effort is not worth it. Companies will never be thankful for what you do.)

18) Look up books that your state banned, and go read them. You can get them secondhand, or as pdfs online. (if anyone needs ressources, i will glady look for and share them.)

And, actually, read books in general if you can. Yes, fanfics count !

19) Seek education. There's a lot of youtube channels out there talking about educational subjects in a fun way. Some things the rich assholes who run the country specifically don't want you to learn more about are: biology, history and archeology, social and economic sciences. GO LEARN ABOUT THOSE.

The people in power don't want you to be educated. It's why they eviscerated the education system.

20) PIRATE. I cannot stress this enough, anything you can pirate (that isn't from small, indie creators, except if you absolutely can't afford it) do it. Download music illegally, torrent movies and games. If you want access to academical studies and papers, some writers will give them to you for free if you email them about it. There are also ways to go around paywalls.

21) Don't fall for the traps of "progressive brands". Lately, i've seen a lot of praise for Ben and Jerry's for openly supporting lgbtq rights and being globally anti-trump. They are still a brand. Avoid buying from any big names when you can. That being said, if you have to, check beforehand which ones and what their history is. Some are more evil than others.

Additional tip: a lot of brands you see in stores are actually owned by bigger brands. One prime example of this is Nestle, who are fucking evil, but they own a shitload of other big names. Be careful what you buy.

22) I hate to say this, but be prepared to defend yourself. Revolutions are never peaceful. You will get in danger. If you can, get in ok physical shape. Learn how to run fast and fight well.

If none of those are available options to you, please, make sure you have someone around you that will be able to protect you, or a place where you can be safe. Whether you are disabled, a minor, or anything else. Don't put yourself in more danger than is necessary.

(this used to also include getting a gun. I deleted it because i don't feel comfortable recommending this. But it's still an option.)

23) Last but not least, be kind. When someone cuts off a woman speaking, interrupt and give her the floor back. Shame those who think it's right to say bigoted shit in public. Listen to those around you. If you can't act, then remember to always have empathy for the homeless, for drug users, for immigrants. Understand they are people just like you. You are not immune to propaganda and prejudice, no matter who you are. Always question yourself and your biases.

(if you've read this far, please repost. We need this to reach as many people as possible)

I want to remind you that you're not alone. I know things seem hopeless, but the simple fact that you're reading this is proof it's not. I don't live in the US, but i'm supporting you as best i can from where i am, and sending you strenght.

If you have any questions, do ask away. I'll end on this image that's very dear to me:

#us politics #eat the rich #my credentials are that i am french btw #i hope this helps even one person #if that's the case then i succeeded #donald trump

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beingjellybeans · 2 years ago

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Self-care for busy entrepreneurs: Nurturing your vital asset

In the relentless world of entrepreneurship, where time is a prized asset, it’s easy for health to take a back seat. The relentless pursuit of business success often leaves small business owners grappling with burnout and neglecting their well-being. However, in the grand scheme of business triumphs, a healthy mind and body are indispensable. Meal Planning: Fuel Your Venture Ensuring your body…

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tarotbyjam24 · 26 days ago

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Pick a card : you as a fashion brand

This is a collab between @tarotbyjam24 and @tarotlexa 🎀

Masterlist \pick a piles feedbacks piggy bank

pile 1 [by @tarotbyjam24 ] pile 2 [by @tarotlexa ]

pile 3 [by @tarotbyjam24 ] pile 4 [by @tarotlexa ]

Likes , reblogs and feedbacks are very much appreciated 💗Thankyou for stopping by let's dive in ☄️ Choose the pile you feel most drawn to 🧸

Disclaimer: this is general reading . It may or may not resonate . If reading doesn't resonate let it fly and choose another pile or simply there were no messages for you through this reading �� Take the reading lightly as nothing's set in stone until you believe so 🕊️

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I also offer paid readings you can book one as it'll help me a lot and don't forget to check the free readings offer ✨

Exchanges : open , collabs for paps : open

Pile 1

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Hermes , Louis Vuitton, victoria secret,american eagle , kate spade. A brand that's aware about nature while producing its products. Your vibes matches with brands that may even have to do something with nature like ecological brands that use waste materials to produce new products. Eco friendly is the word. Brands whose most products are brown like Louis Vuitton and are expensive. A brand which is home grown like bottega veneta an italian brand. A brand that focuses on unusual style and Balenciaga is that brand . Brands which focus on donating some of their funds to girls education or old age home support,etc .

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Pile 2

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this pile screams ysl to me with its precise silhouettes and tailoring. sex appeal and emotional detachment is also a part core of your brand.

balmain, mugler, haus of labs, a brand that collaborates with skilled artisans like in mugler's case (architectural couture and what not), balenciaga with its controversies, mm6 by margiela, aquazzurra, prada, rebellious but extremely refined, sexy. savage by fenty, la perla (best lingerie ever), agent provocateur.

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Brandy melvile ,gucci , tory burch ,Stella McCartney, Vivienne Westwood, burberry ,huda beauty , mary kate . Brands that are non violent and justice focused . Brands that often launches their products. Brands that are often wore by upper class people like princess diana. Brands which may often gets their customers exited by launching their spoilers before hand and keeping the suprise for last. Brands that have best customers and employees care.

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Pile 4

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intoxicating, edgy, scandalous, game changers. pain and pleasure. dark romance themes, controversial. alexander mcqueen (hauntingly beautiful), rick owens (goth luxury), vetements, vivienne westwood. drama, spectacle, intensity, a walking fantasy that knows no bounds, comme des garçons, yohji yamamoto, iris van herpen, alessandro michele's gucci era.

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I hope you liked the reading . Thank you so much for letting me read for you . Wishing you best ahead . 🎀Bless you and have a nice day🌸🐰 I'd love to hear which pile you chose Loads of love , jam🩷

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roboticchibitan · 8 months ago

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I used to work at JoAnn's and let me give you a tip. Don't buy fabric there if you can help it. It's overpriced low quality crap. You can absolutely find fabric for just as cheap online and if you're a "have to touch it before I know if I'll hate it or not" person lots of online places sell samples.

Case in point: Robert Kaufman Kona solids. I've seen claims online that the Kona solid quilting cotton, which is the highest quality quilting cotton solids JoAnn's sells, is different and lower quality than the Kona cotton you can get at a quilt shop. I can't speak to the validity of those claims but I 100% would not be surprised if it were true. But let's set that aside and just see how JoAnn's prices measure up.

As you can see, the regular price at JoAnn's is $9.99. The regular price at this random quilting online store I spent 20 seconds on duckduckgo to find is $7.95. Sure, the sale price is 15¢ cheaper at JoAnn's. But JoAnn's is constantly playing this "our fabrics are cheap because they're on sale! Don't look at how much they regularly cost anywhere else" psychological warfare game which I do NOT appreciate.

I'm sure if you looked harder than the 20 seconds I spent on duckduckgo you could find Kona cotton for cheaper than JoAnn's has it and you wouldn't have to wonder about the quality claims. And all their fabric is like this. Maybe a decade ago it was a good deal but now? There's a reason they've gone bankrupt.

Just because I could, I compared fabric wholesale direct's price for solid color polyester Jersey knit fabric, which is regularly priced at $5.99 and is currently on sale for $5.09. JoAnn's comparable fabric starts again at $9.99/yard and that fabric is currently on sale for $6.99. There are 10 colors of the JoAnn's $6.99 fabric and 45 colors of the FWD $5.09 fabric FWD does free shipping over $99 and flat rate shipping at $7.95 for anything below that. Depending on how much you buy, you'll potentially be paying the same or less for the FWD fabric and 1. It's probably higher quality and 2. There's 4 times as many color options.

JoAnn's is good for if you need less than a yard and have the time and ability to go to the store in person. And yeah, if you're shopping in person, you don't have to pay shipping. But the quality of all their fabric is low and the "sale" prices are around the same as a place with higher quality fabric.

I buy embroidery floss and thread at JoAnn's cuz embroidery floss is cheaper in person than on DMC's website and you can't trust product photos of thread to be color accurate. And I buy sewing notions there sometimes cuz it's convenient. But even the scissors I spent $30 on there a decade ago (who knows how much they are now) were $17 at Walmart when I lost the first pair and had to replace them 4 years later.

Also they treat their employees like shit and currently no one besides store managers gets health insurance through them because the only full time position in their stores is the store manager. And even before the bankruptcy they shortstaffed and did everything in their power to avoid paying for benefits and overtime. It was the worst job I ever had and that's saying something because I worked at Walmart and had a "this creepy guy went to JAIL over what he did to me" experience there.

#v gets educational instead of just being a hater #(ok I'm partly being a hater but I HAVE RECEIPTS)#v's fiber arts tag #sewing

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ozzgin · 12 days ago

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Prompt: When you're on your period

It's that time of the month and you're feeling rightfully like crap. How do the monstrous guests and staff deal with your suffering? Content: various monsters x afab reader (mention of periods), partly NSFW

Centaur Manager is a researcher. The first time it happened he was taken by surprise, ashamed to discover he hadn't actually learned as much about humans as he originally thought. How could he miss such a vital piece of knowledge? He nearly compromised your well-being at work! Don't worry, he won't fail you twice. The following month he's carrying around a heavy handbook comprising of tips and advice. Your locker has been filled with supplements, hygiene products, heating pads (you can never have too many), as well as your favorite snacks. You're almost a little frustrated with his overly anxious approach to the matter, following behind you in secrecy and touching you with visible hesitation. You have to understand, he just doesn't want to make it worse for his precious little human employee.

You assumed that Minotaur Maid would find your monthly bleeding as something to keep his distance from, given his visceral fear of germs. One vital detail, however, escaped your considerations: that the labyrinth beast is utterly enamored with his little human underling. He'll be the first to run you a hot bath and help you relax against any discomfort potentially bothering you. Moreover, his lewd particularities are further encouraged by your situation; he'll beg on his knees to eat you out, to feel your scent and your warmth. Don't be ridiculous, a true monster doesn't shy away from some blood. It's almost comical seeing him act so feral, a far cry from the usual strict frown. He can't help it; you're extra flavorful around this time.

Puppy!Hybrid, Vampire Noble and Alien Priest continuation on Patreon! :)

#monster hoetel #monster fucker #monster x reader #monster x human

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konansock · 1 month ago

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Mod Update: Club & Business Activity Expanded

Sul Sul, Simmers! Sorry for taking so long to update this mod, I hereby announce that my Custom Club Activity Project is now officially renamed to Club & Business Activity Expanded.

In the new version, not only is all the activities updated to be compatible with new update, a lot of new activities were added specifically for Small Business - Like Tend Market Stalls, Offer Occult Training, and Tend Gravesite!

You can have a detailed list of all the activities and whether they're available as Club Activities, Small Business Customers or Small Business Employees here.

Base Game: View Aquarium, Attend to Babies, Back Float, Bake and Eat Cake, Bake Cake, Bake Cupcake, Charity, Complain, Cowplant, Cowplant's Cake, Critique, Critique Art, Cupcakes, Dig for Treasure, Friendly Ghost, Ask Future Cube, Game Livestream, Gossip, Haunting Ghost, Open Holiday Cracker, Do Erratic Things, Lounge on Chairs, Brag, Play with Molding Clay, Mourn the Dead, Parent-Kid Activities, Write to Pen Pal, Take Photos, Take Photos, Take Photo for Others, Sell Art, Use Social Network, Talk about Vampires, Tell Stories, Tip Performers, Care for Toddlers, Care for Infants, Help with Homework, Rummage Trash, WooHoo, Try for Baby, Practice Typing, Use Toilet, Witness Death, Fruit Punch Fountain, Use Vending Machine.

Cross-Pack: Care For Birds, Play with Birds, Be Mean to Birds, Order Street Food, Tend Market Stalls, Give Gifts, Go Shopping, Window Shopping, Listen to Stories, Offer Makeover, Toy with Motives, Influence Other Sims, Create Negative Emotions, Spread Positive Emotions, Freeze, Mind Control, Transform Objects and Sims, Play with Animals, Be Mean to Animals, Make a Wish at the Well, Offer Occult Training, Request Occult Training.

Cats & Dogs: Be Mean to Pets, Train Pets, Use Vet Objects, Craft Pet Treats.

City Living: Ask for Bribe, Ask for Donation, Bubble Bottle, Critique Food, Critique Performances, Deface Murals, Fireworks, Attend Festivals, Attend The Flea Market, Attend The Romance Festival, Try To Find Love At The Romance Festival, Attend Geekcon, Attend Spice Festival, Attend Humor & Hijinks Festival, Join Jokesters at Humor & Hijinks Festival, Join Pranksters at Humor & Hijinks Festival, Be Friendly to Talking Toilets, Be Mean to Talking Toilets, Have Fun with Talking Toilets, Sabotage Talking Toilets, Paint Murals, Haggle, Sing Karaoke, Watch Living Statue, Collect and Trade Posters, Collect and Trade Snow Globes, Protest, Play with Hand Sparklers, Play Console Game, Watch Speech.

Cool Kitchen: Make and Eat Ice Cream, Make Ice Cream.

Cottage Living: Collect Farm Products

Dine Out: Color Placemat, Discuss Food

Discover University: Grade Homework, Ride Bikes, Play Ping Pong, Play Juice Pong, Use Keg Stand, Do University Coursework, Write Research Papers, Contribute Knowledge

Eco Lifestyle: Craft Candles, Drink Juice Fizzing Products, Recycle and Compost, Dumpster Dive, Play in Acid Rain, Sketch Blueprint

For Rent: Snoop On Others, Clean Mold, Spread Spores, Spread Mold, Cook Tomarani Cuisine

Get Famous: Perform Scenes, Flaunt Fame, Flaunt Wealth, Interact with Fans, Play in Money Pile, Use Streaming Drones

Get To Work: Contact Aliens, Dance with Mannequin

Growing Together: Play on Treehouse, play in Splash Pad, have Pillow Fights.

Horse Ranch: Ride Horses, Be Friendly to Horse, Be Mean to Horse, Use Horse Obstacles, Harvest Prairie Grass

High School Year: Ride Pier Attractions, Make and Eat Ice Cream, Drink Boba Tea, Use Photo Booth.

Home Chef Hustle: Bake Pizza, Make Waffles, Make Prepped Ingredients

Island Living: Ride Aqua-Zips, Collect Seashells, Go Sailing, Sand Activities, Play with Dolphin, Sunbathe, Make and Drink Kava, Make Kava.

Laundry Day: Watch Laundry

Life & Death: Tend Gravesite

Movie Hangout: Discuss Movies

My First Pet: Play with Rodents, Be Friendly to Rodents, Be Mean to Rodents, Study Rodents, Clean Rodent Cage

My Wedding Stories: Collect Message in a Bottle, Prepare for Wedding

Outdoor Retreat: Roast Food on Campfires, Use Tents, Brew Herbalism Potions.

Paranormal: Explore the Haunted House

Parenthood: Show Gross Manners, Make a Mess, Play with Doctor Playset, Work on School Project Carefully, Work on School Project Sloppily, Shout Forbidden Words, Write Private Journals

Realm of Magic: Have Magic Duels, Set Fire, Offer Magic Training, Read Magic Tomes

Seasons: Bond with Bees, Disturb Bees, Give Romantic Gifts, Give Mean Gifts, Play in Kiddie Pool, Rake Leaves and Shovel Snow

Snowy Escape: Attend Light Festivals, Attend Youth Festivals, Buy Simmi Capsules, Eat Hotpot

Spa Day: Soak Feet, Get Foot Massage, Get Body Massage, Polish Nails, Ask for Manicure and Pedicure, Take Soak Baths, Relax in Sauna, Use Face Masks

Spooky: Carve Pumpkins

Strangerville: Hail to Mother! Use Listening Device, Military Spar, Do Military Training

Vampires: Dark Meditation, Vampire Duel, Have Vampiric Training

Vintage Glamour: Use Vanity Table, Play with Makeup, Study Globe

Werewolves: Werewolf Spar, Hunt for Food, Scavenge for Relics, Mark Territory

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f1daydreamer · 18 days ago

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What’s the most chaotic thing you can imagine Lando Norris doing in a relationship

Lando Norris & His Chaotic Boyfriend Behavior (Totally Not Spoilers 👀)

Okay, hear me out—the most chaotic thing I can imagine Lando doing in a relationship? Definitely something like:

•Live-streaming their argument by accident – He’s on Twitch, supposedly raging over a game, but the chat quickly realizes he’s actually arguing with his girlfriend off-screen. Chaos. Absolute chaos. The clip goes viral in 0.2 seconds.

•Buying a pet without asking – Surprise! There’s now a baby goat in their living room, and he’s already named it. She’s not amused, but Lando insists they’re keeping it.

•Oversharing in interviews – A journalist asks a casual question about his personal life, and before he can stop himself, he drops an extremely embarrassing fact about his girlfriend. The group chat immediately roasts him.

•Forgetting an important date but making up for it in the most extra way – Realizes at the last minute and panic-books a literal private jet for a surprise getaway. (Totally normal behavior.)

•Stealing her skincare products – Then acting like he has no idea why his skin is suddenly clearer than hers. The audacity.

•Texting absolute nonsense at 3 AM – He suddenly wakes up and needs to know: “Would you still love me if I was a worm but like a really fast one???”

•Ordering the most unhinged food combos – Genuinely thinks dipping pizza in milk is valid and tries to convince her to try it. (She refuses. Obviously.)

•Getting jealous over ridiculous things – “WHY did you like his Instagram post from four days ago?!” It was a meme, Lando.

•Leaving voice memos instead of texting – And they’re all either incoherent mumbling, weird sound effects, or him screaming into the mic. No in-between.

•Pranking her 24/7 – But the second she gets him back? “Wow. That was mean. I trusted you.”

•The 2 AM McDonald’s Run That Went Wrong-It starts as a simple craving. Lando’s half-asleep, mumbling about nuggets. Next thing she knows, they’re in the drive-thru, him in pajama pants, her in one of his hoodies. But just as they get their order, Lando accidentally starts rolling forward… and straight into the curb. The McDonald’s employees are watching. She’s crying from laughter. He’s just sitting there, holding a large fries, whispering, “I can fix this.”

•The Time Lando Got Lost in IKEA - They go to IKEA for one thing. ONE. Yet somehow, Lando disappears within minutes. She gets a text: “Babe. I’m in the fake bedroom section. Send help.” Twenty minutes later, she finds him fully lying in a display bed, hands behind his head, rating the mattress. “Honestly, I could live here.”

•When Lando Tried to Cook and Nearly Burned Down the Kitchen - He swears he can handle it. “Pasta is easy, babe. It’s just water and noodles.” Fast forward: the fire alarm is going off, there’s smoke everywhere, and he’s standing there with a melted spatula, looking guilty. “Sooo… we’re ordering takeout, yeah?”

•The Vacation That Turned Into a Survival Mission - He planned a “relaxing getaway.” The reality? A remote cabin with no Wi-Fi, questionable plumbing, and a surprise thunderstorm. At one point, he’s standing in the rain, holding a stick like it’s a weapon. “If a bear shows up, I got this.” She’s already googling hotels nearby.

•Lando’s Genius Plan to Sneak Into a Concert (That Failed Miserably) - They didn’t have tickets. But Lando had a plan. “Trust me, I saw this in a movie.” Next thing she knows, they’re wearing matching high-vis vests, holding clipboards, and trying to look official. It works… for about five minutes. Then security spots them. “RUN!”

•The Time Lando Decided to Dye His Hair… and Regretted Everything - He was so confident. “Platinum blonde will look sick.” She tries to warn him. He doesn’t listen. An hour later, he’s staring at his reflection, horrified. “Babe. I look like a wet Q-tip.”

The IKEA Couch Disaster - He insisted they didn’t need help assembling it. “We got this!” Three hours later, there are extra screws, the instructions are ripped, and the couch is lopsided. “So… maybe we just tell people it’s modern art?”

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(Also… confession time. 👀)

These chaotic Lando moments? Yeah… they’re actually straight from my drafts. Every single one. I may have just leaked my own work, but at this point, are we even surprised? 😆

They’re still getting some final edits (fixing grammar mistakes, tweaking details, and making sure the photos and screenshots are just right—perfection takes time, people! ✨), but they’re coming very soon.

Now, I need your help—which one do you want to see first? Drop your favs in the comments before I get too tempted to post them all at once. 🤭🔥

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gingerteafairy · 2 months ago

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𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆

wrote after reading this fic. @ikkyfics you're my inspiration

You're his boss. He's your problem. Nothing was supposed to happen between you—theoretically.

tags n warnings: smut/mdni, tangerine x fem!reader, language, boss!reader, agent!tangerine, smoking, alcohol, piv, fingering, oral (m!receiving), power kink, praise kink, there's a lot of kinks tbh, aftercare. word count: 4.7k. masterlist

Tangerine was restless. The cigarette burned between his fingers, drawn more out of habit than pleasure, as he struggled to maintain his relaxed posture. But it was impossible when you were near. The mutual disdain hung in the air—like static electricity, ready to ignite at the slightest touch. And Tangerine hated being commanded, especially by you—a woman impatient, sharp-tongued, and cold, with a beauty so cutting it wounded the pride of anyone who came close.

A nightmare dressed as a daydream.

Your heels echoed across the station's stairs, the rhythmic click-clack of them striking against the concrete. The jingle of your earrings, the scent of your perfume—he could smell it even before laying eyes on you. And when your gazes finally met, he suppressed a curse. You were stunning. And that irked him.

"Her job is to be discreet," Tangerine muttered in his distinct British accent, grinding out the cigarette with the tip of his shoe. He could’ve done it on purpose, knowing how much you despised the scent of nicotine. But not today. Today, he had enough problems.

"They never suspect people like that," you shot back, your eyes as sharp as blades. He raised an eyebrow, surprised you’d overheard the snide remark. "Hope you didn’t ruin the notes of my perfume with that cheap cigarette."

"Nothing ruins your perfume or your pride, princess." He dragged out the last word, with that provocative cadence only he could make sound as irritating as it was seductive. He was the only one who dared to call you that. The only one who’d ever challenge your authority.

"Both are built on money and slavery," you hissed, the words dripping from your tongue like venom. You removed your sunglasses with an impatient flick of your wrist and tucked them into your bag. Your fingers ran lazily through your hair, letting it cascade free. Tangerine held his breath for a second—not because he wanted to, but because the expensive fragrance of your hair products hit him like a sucker punch.

He clicked his tongue, his hands sliding into his suit pockets. "There are only three reasons a woman wears sunglasses at night."

You didn’t avert your gaze. "I’m not asking."

He laughed—a low, sardonic laugh that carried a weight of irony. "You’ll hear it anyway."

“Of course, big mouth,” You crossed your arms, and he leaned forward ever so slightly, taking advantage of every inch that narrowed the distance between you.

"Number one, exhaustion. Dark circles so deep no makeup can hide them." He studied your face for a beat. "Which isn’t your case." Your face remained impassive, but your lips pressed into a thin line. "Number two, to avoid being recognized. Could be I’m right…"

You blinked slowly, exasperated. "And the third?"

The subtle shift in your breath didn’t escape him. A tiny slip-up, but enough to make him smile. That damn smile, half amusement, half cruelty.

"Oh? You interested, princess?"

You rolled your eyes, looking for distraction in your bag, pulling out a mirror and lipstick. But it was too late. He’d already read you. "Sometimes, I try to please my employees," you said, cold as ice.

Ah. The power move. The dirty play. But curiously, today, it didn’t bother him. Tangerine pulled out another cigarette, lighting it slowly, each movement meticulously calculated to irritate you. He let the smoke linger, watching the particles dissipate in the cool night air.

"Third reason?" He repeated, leaning in slightly, his eyes locked onto yours. "She was crying."

The blow was direct. And precise. For a moment—just a single, rare moment—you hesitated. "Yeah... maybe."

Tangerine saw it. "Ah..." He exhaled, a victorious edge to his tone. "In the end, it always comes down to you and me, innit?"

You maintained your unreadable expression, taking your time to apply the lipstick with exaggerated calm. But now he knew. And once he knew, he’d use it. Tangerine watched, mesmerized, as the crimson slid slowly across your lips, marking them with careful precision, almost meticulous in its application. The color blended seamlessly with the natural contour of your mouth, perhaps a shade darker, a detail anyone else would overlook—but not him. Tangerine always noticed. Too much.

Shit. The thought came before he could stop it. The drag he took was longer than necessary—not just for the cigarette, but to keep his hands busy while you tucked your tools back into your bag and returned your attention to him.

"You know why I’m here?" Your voice sliced through the silence like a blade, bringing up the subject both of you had been pretending didn’t exist. A hint of disappointment crept into the question, subtle but impossible to ignore.

He turned his face away as he exhaled the smoke, as if to spare you the smell, but deep down, he just wanted to hide the half smile that threatened to appear. “I let someone escape. Theoretically.”

You raised your eyebrow, analyzing him with that look of someone who already knew the answer before he even asked.

“Theoretically?”

He held your gaze, inhaling deeply before answering. “The truth,” he began, taking another drag, “is that he tried to escape. He tried to call the boss. But I intercepted him before he could.”

The word intercepted carried a particular weight on Tangerine’s lips. An implicit code between you. You knew immediately what he meant, and the tension in your shoulders eased slightly.

“Good job.” There was a moment of hesitation, minimal, but Tangerine caught it. The compliment came out of you like something forbidden, almost unwanted. He couldn’t hold back the low, hoarse laugh that followed.

“You’re welcome, little fox.” The nickname slipped from his lips like a dirty joke, steeped in his usual teasing tone, full of blatant flirtation.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re dirty.”

He tilted his head slightly, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Only a fitting name for someone like you. Live up to it and go out with me.” The suggestion came with a mischievous smile, shaped perfectly by the cigarette that balanced between his lips. You laughed sarcastically.

“You smell like cigarettes.”

“I can shower at the hotel.”

The answer came quickly, effortlessly, as if Tangerine were a master at turning everything into a game of catch and release. He knew he was playing. You knew it too. But still, you smiled. There was no cause or circumstance for that foolish and persistent flirting, but somehow, it always found space to exist. You moved a little closer, making the height difference irrelevant in the face of the tension that vibrated between you.

“I’ve learned that when life gives me lemons, I make lemonade.” Your voice was low, engaging. A challenge.

Tangerine arched an eyebrow, interested. “Oh, really?”

“In your case,” you continued, moving just close enough for him to smell the perfume disguising the nicotine in the air, “I make Tangerine juice.” His smile widened immediately. A spark of something indefinable shone in his eyes. “Is that enough of a threat for you?”

For a moment, Tangerine just watched you. The cigarette dangling from his lips, his mind processing every nuance of your tone, your gaze, your challenge. And then he laughed. That low, insolent, amused laugh.

“I don’t know. Can you take it all?” he retorted, forcing his head down to meet your eyes. You were so much shorter, so much more delicate. Anyone would think you couldn’t handle it. But damn, Tangerine knew you would take everything from him if he let you. And God, he was willing to do that…

“Like a good girl,” you whispered, like perdition itself. His mind working on every dirty scenario he could do to you, completely surrendered to him. Your heels hanging on either side of his face. The only order being ‘faster’. Your mouth opened not to scream, but to moan every letter of his name, savoring as you came undone.

“If you’re so brave, then tell me why you were crying.” Tangerine’s voice came out slurred, firm, unhurried. Another cigarette fell to the ground, crushed under the toe of his shoe and kicked under the carriages, as if the subject were as disposable as the butt. But his eyes said something else.

You clicked your tongue, looking away.

“Nothing at all. Nonsense.”

He remained silent, just watching you, that unshakable confidence reflected in his gaze. And for a second—a measly second—you considered opening up. That irritating, foul-mouthed man had something almost paternal about his posture, in the way he held his broad shoulders as if he were carrying the whole world, but at the same time, he made jokes about everything.

“Family,” you finally let out, in a tone that bordered on tiredness.

Tangerine slowly rolled her neck, cracking her vertebrae, relieving the accumulated tension. “Are you married?” The question came without much weight, but you noticed the way he said it too casually, as if he already knew the answer.

“No.”

The word came out simple, without flourishes. Your fingers slid through his hair, an automatic gesture, while your eyes stopped on him for a second longer than necessary. The suit he wore was not tight, but his muscles were still visible, a discreet reminder of the strength he carried under the appearance of a man always ready to make a joke.

“What a shame,” he muttered, panting before looking away—a well-rehearsed act. Then he turned back to you with that damned playful smile. “I like committed women. I like those little power games. It’s more interesting that way. Married women are powerful.”

You laughed, for real this time. A light, rare, almost forgotten laugh. “That’s a free ticket to death, you know?”

Tangerine shrugged. “What’s the point of our job if we don’t take risks?”

This time, he was the one who observed you, unhurriedly, memorizing every detail. Your genuine smile was something different. More valuable than all the jewelry you insisted on wearing. And maybe that was why you blurted out:

“That must be why I want to go out with you.”

The admission hung in the air, intentional, but masked by the futile effort to hide the smile that threatened to appear on his cheeks. Tangerine arched an eyebrow, that half smile widening as he looked around, ever on guard. Then he turned his eyes to you, this time more intense.

“Theoretically.” The word was loaded with an unspoken meaning coming out of you.

He held out his hand. “Shall we?”

You hesitated for a moment. Not because you had any doubts, but because you knew exactly what you were getting into.

“Sure.”

And your hand found his. They were rough, hands of heavy, dark work. Hands that you had ordered to work and now they were here, not stained with blood, but mingling between nicotine and your hand cream, brushing against the softness of his touch.

Tangerine raised a hand and hailed a taxi, a simple movement, but loaded with intention. He opened the door for you, a gentlemanly gesture disguised as indifference—but you weren’t naïve. He wanted to watch you a little longer, the way your dress rode up, your soft thighs, and his predatory gaze. You got in first, and he quickly slid into the seat next to you, indicating the first hotel that came to mind in that vibrant immensity that was Tokyo.

The neon lights danced across the car window, coloring his face with changing hues, sometimes red, sometimes blue. You looked away, taking your time to capture how the light beams shaped his features. Every contour of his jaw, every shadow cast by his mustache, and the deep eyes that, from time to time, slid down to your legs before lazily moving up to meet yours. He was beautiful. Dangerously beautiful. In the literal sense.

“You’re handsome, Tangerine,” you said, your voice tinged with mischievous amusement. “Charming.” His eyes narrowed slightly, surprised by the sudden compliment, but not enough to hide the obvious appreciation as he stared at you.

“Three compliments in one day?” He arched his eyebrow, his mouth curving into that half smile filled with mischief. “I don’t even recognize you.”

“I like to please my slaves.”

Slowly, he placed his hand on your knee, his fingers brushing against the fabric of your clothes in a gesture as casual as it was calculated. The space inside the taxi was tiny, forcing closeness. Your knee didn’t move. He noticed. His fingers lightly caressed the spot, the touch almost absent-minded but full of purpose, lightly lifting the fabric and caressing without restraint.

“Have I been demoted to slave now?” he teased, laughter stuck in his throat, trying to mask the fact that, for some reason, he was acting like a damn teenager.

You tilted your head, your gaze filled with interest. Your voice came out low, engaging.

“Thought you liked powerful women.”

Your body moved forward a few millimeters, enough for him to notice. The heat of your presence seeped into the space between you, transforming the cab into a silent game of intentions.

“Slave.”

Tangerine laughed, that low, gravelly laugh that vibrated in his chest before transforming into something even more dangerous.

“Princess.”

The word escaped him with surgical precision, carrying a weight that made you hold your breath for a second. Your tongue slid across your lips, instinctively moistening them, even with the lipstick still intact. He noticed it too.

“You’re beautiful,” Tangerine murmured, and this time, there was no joke in his tone. Only the truth.

You held his gaze, a glint of something indescribable dancing in your expression.

“Thank you.”

The taxi stopped smoothly in front of the hotel. Tangerine, without hesitation, pulled out his wallet and paid the fare before you could even think about moving. He already knew what to do, he knew what made you happy—what pleased you.

You opened the door, but before your feet touched the wet floor, his hand slid under yours, offering support naturally. There was no need for words. When you stood up, Tangerine closed the door behind you and, with his other hand, opened an umbrella.

It was only then that you realized it was raining.

The sound of the rain against the umbrella's fabric created a soft rhythm as he guided you through the hotel's brightly lit lobby. The smell of polished wood and expensive perfume hung in the air. Unhurriedly, he paid for the room, taking the card before heading to the elevator. Your hand rested on his arm, and, amidst the comfortable silence, one thing was clear: you were happy.

Maybe you should have always followed this path.

The elevator door slid open with a clang, and you walked down the carpeted hallway to your designated room. Tangerine slid his card into the electronic lock—green light, unlocked. As soon as you were inside, he turned to you, his deft fingers sliding over the fabric of your overcoat. His touch was deliberately slow, purposeful, sending a shiver down your skin before he hung the garment on the hanger.

You walked around the room, your eyes taking in every detail of the sophisticated decor, but what really caught your attention were the two champagne glasses on the table. A smile played on your lips as you filled both, feeling his presence approaching from behind. Tangerine took the glass without taking his eyes off you, bringing the glass to his lips and drinking in one gulp.

“You don’t like cigarettes, but like alcohol,” he commented, his voice full of gentle provocation. Before you could respond, he picked up the bottle and filled the glasses again. “It’s poison, you know?”

“Everyone has their battles,” you murmured, bringing the glass to your lips and pausing for a moment to just watch him. "Mine's alcohol."

He placed the glass on the headboard, and before you could react, his hand was already in your hair. His fingers lightly sank into the strands, pulling one of them closer to his face. He tilted his head and inhaled your scent, his eyes closing briefly before he released the strands, letting them slip between his fingers.

“You didn’t ask permission to touch me,” you teased, your voice coming out lower than you had planned. Your body, treacherous, was already getting closer without you realizing it.

“Should I?” Tangerine asked, his voice thick, and took a step forward.

“No.”

It wasn’t a warning. It was a request.

He understood.

His hand slid to your waist, his touch warm and firm. Then Tangerine leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You held your breath. His mustache brushed against your skin as he moved to your forehead, then to the other cheek, tracing an adoring path before finally moving down to your chin. His bottom lip slid against your skin, exploring, before touching your mouth in a subtle, almost torturous brush.

“You’re calm,” you whispered as you released your breath, your eyes slowly opening to meet his. The blue depths were darker, filled with something that made you shiver.

“You want more?” The question was spoken in a low, husky tone, full of promise. You held his gaze and, without hesitation, murmured:

“I do.”

The smile that formed on his lips was dangerous, following with another teasing peck. Another. And another, which turned into a slow kiss, savoring every part of your mouth, his hand stopping at your waist, his grip becoming tighter. You returned the intensity, allowing yourself to finally tangle your fingers in those waves that you had found yourself thinking about so many nights.

His touch traveled to your hips, a silly hand reaching under your ass to grab your leg, squeezing tightly as he hiked up your dress to the hem of your panties, pulling the elastic, making a tugging noise to let you know he was there. A silent request for consent. Oh, how you loved being pampered by this man.

“You’re my best man, you know?” You purred, leaning against Tangerine’s shoulder, while he still played with the hem of your panties, his smart fingers going to the center, pulling the elastic so they fit inside you.

“Yeah?” He gasped, his mouth opening at the feeling of your wetness, inserting a finger into the slit to feel the texture of your walls squeezing his finger.

“Yeah.” You groaned, biting your lips to suppress the lewd moan that insisted on coming out of your throat, while he did a slow dance inside you, circling that special spot that made you tremble.

“If I knew it was necessary to make you wet to tell the truth, I would’ve fucked you a long time ago.” He whispered against your lips, chasing them for another kiss as he added another finger to that delicious game inside you. It was as if you were a map and he knew the exact location for his pleasure.

“I would’ve punished you.” You tried to threaten, throwing your head back at the pleasure of his thumb joining the teasing, circling your clit. “Shit.”

“You’ve already punished me enough.” He replied, his fingers becoming faster on the spot. He wanted you to stay awake, aware, knowing that it was him, your best agent, who was causing you this pleasure. “I heard I’m the only one who does small talk after making a mistake. You cut or kill the others. Tell me, is there something special with me, princess?”

“Fuck you.” You cursed, grinding against his hands to get more friction, but every time you ground your hips for more, he stopped for a few seconds before going back. “Fuck, Tan!”

“Fuck yourself on my fingers, then.” He teased, returning to the fast rhythm of his fingers that you needed so much. Even in that uncomfortable position, you were coming undone sublimely, trembling with your leg resting on his waist, on your tiptoes even in your heels. “That’s it…”

He waited for you to calm down, gradually decreasing the circles on your clit little by little until the spasms stopped and you could get back on your feet. You swallowed hard, fixing your hair as you tried to control yourself in that situation where Tangerine’s cock seemed to throb inside his pants, the pulse being visible.

“you do this often?” You asked, sighing as you turned so he could unzip your dress. He brushed your perfect hair aside so it wouldn't get caught in the device. Damn, you'd never been so grateful to hear that metallic sound of a zipper opening and the rustling of fabric on the floor.

“Being your sex slave?” He whispered in your ear, making every hair on the back of your neck stand on end with his hot breath. “Can make it frequent, if my princess wants.”

You fell silent, your breathing uncertain, almost a moan. Tangerine laughed, calculating his breath in the hollow of your neck.

“Too sour for your sharp tongue, little fox?”

You turned your ankles, his eyes immediately traveling over your curves, the ones he fantasized about when you were scolding him, under that tight dress and black coat, bigger than you, to hide your weapons. And there you were, unarmed, perfect, almost naked.

“Fox got your tongue, Tan?” You teased, your hands going to the hooks of your lacy bra, throwing it to the floor.

“Pleasantly.” He replied, licking his lips. You were determined, he knew. You could take off all your clothes by yourself without his help, not that you didn’t want to, but because somehow, you knew it would drive him crazy. The trait he hated the most before was what turned him on at that moment. Dominance.

He aimed at you, placing your fingers on the hem of your panties and letting them slide down your ankles, picking up the fabric and placing it in his palm. He suppressed the urge to smell that fabric. Holy shit, how he suppressed it. Using all his military and divine training to remain nonchalant, just putting the cloth inside his pants pocket, before unbuttoning his shirt.

“Leave the heels on.” He commanded, throwing the shirt to the floor, giving the divine view of every damn defined muscle of his. Shit. He had no right to be like this.

“Fetish?” You asked, not taking your eyes off Tangerine’s hands working to remove his tight pants, throwing them in the same fate as the other discarded clothes on the floor.

“One of ‘em.” He answered, stopping only with the white boxers that were transparent at the tip. He was excited. Much more than he had ever been in his entire life. On the edge. “C’mere and take ‘em off, princess.”

“Giving me orders?” You flirted, getting closer and playing with the hem of his underwear, the softness of your palm touching his erection with surprising delicacy.

“m giving you a break from your job.” He gasped, feeling your fist go up and down his length.

You were open-mouthed, feeling pleasure as if he were touching you and not the other way around. You swore you had never felt such a delicious cock in your life, your desire forcing you to get on your knees and enjoy it more. You needed to taste it, position be damned. Tangerine had you even before this stupid game.

“Holy shit.” He cursed, watching you take off your underwear in a second, lifting your feet to help you, being graced by your mouth warming his throbbing member. Saliva comforting your pain, your tongue licking the right places, your eyebrows knitted in pleasure. “Fuck, you looking like you’re enjoying this makes me… shit.”

You wrapped the extension in your hand, maintaining eye contact with him, your tongue swirling around the tip, your hand following the movements of your mouth. His taste was better than you’d ever tasted, a salty touch balanced with sweet and bitter. Tangerine could go down to hell to see that vision again.

“Shit, stop. I’m gonna cum if you keep going like this.” He grunted, pulling away, but you grabbed his thigh, giving one last suck before letting go of his cock. “Fuck. You were made for this.”

“Glad for your feedback.” You smiled, wiping some of the drool that ran down the corner of your mouth, lying down on the bed.

Tangerine took off his shoes and socks, which were thrown somewhere near the clothes that were no longer important. You laid your head on the huge pillow of that king-size bed, spreading your legs to accommodate Tangerine's body in the middle.

“Main course?” You teased, catching a glimpse of Tangerine crawling on the bed, kissing your knee, your thigh, the inside of your body, giving you a little lick before moving up the trail to your breasts, ending on your lips.

“It's been the main course since flirting at the station.” He responded, kissing you, his hands squeezing every curve of your body with gusto, with force, almost painful.

You kicked off your heels. Screw his fetish. You needed to feel him, skin to skin, as much as you could. You wanted him to possess you completely, becoming one, entwining himself in the mess that was Tangerine. Your head fell back, a soft, submissive moan escaping your lips as you felt his cock in your hole, entering you shamelessly.

“Hmmm, Tan…” you moaned, pulling his head to kiss him passionately, while he moved his hips, going deeper and deeper inside you.

You held him with your thighs on his waist, the position being more intimate, deeper. His belly rubbed against your clitoris, you were completely stimulated. Tangerine leaned on one arm, his free hand roaming your body, squeezing your breasts, lowering his head to take one of your nipples in his mouth. Completely at the peak. Just like all his work, this was explosive. Tangerine’s own signature mark.

Not sure if it was the overstimulation that had happened before or if Tangerine was a damn who knew how to fuck too well, you felt yourself painfully close to cumming, arching your back, scratching his skin, he grunted in response, increasing the pace.

“Tangerine, shit…” you moaned in a thin scream, your body tensing. Your voice matched the staccatos of the strong thrusts. “Fuck, Tangerine.”

“I know, I know. Me too.” He groaned, grabbing your thigh and then your waist, pulling you as close as possible as he felt his own release getting closer.

He continued to increase the pace, until with one last round of his hips, strands of cum began to squirt inside you, while he felt your walls tighten around him. You were cumming too. Hard. He felt it, which made him force himself to move his pelvis a little more to prolong that sensation for both of you, both moaning in hypersensitivity.

Tangerine gradually slowed down his movements, until he was completely still inside you for a while, enjoying the few seconds left of the orgasm. He rolled to the side, panting, running his hand through his hair and then his mustache, in an attempt to fix it.

“I really need a cigarette right now.” He confessed, turning his face towards you, eyes roaming over your naked and destroyed beauty until returning to your eyes, so sincere and submissive at that moment.

“Are you one of those people who smokes after sex?” You said, pulling the sheets up to cover yourself and admire him more calmly. “I expected more from you, agent.”

“Gimme a break, princess. I worked hard here.” He joked, trying to fit in with you there inside the warm comforter. Tangerine’s hand went to your face, touching your cheeks and then your messy hair. “God… you’re beautiful.”

“Don’t think I’ll treat you any differently after this. You’re still my man.” You joked, returning to that same cocky posture from before. But something was different, the way your eyes betrayed you through your words.

He noticed. But he simply loved that little game too much to argue back.

“Understood, little fox.” He joked, lying on his back and pulling you to his chest. You played a little with the hairs on Tangerine’s belly, reviewing every detail of that night. The tangerine juice and a clever fox make-believe. It was stupid. A stupid word game. One you wanted to play forever if you could.

Actually, you could. He was your agent. The best of them. Theoretically.

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bluesidez · 4 months ago

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Boyfriends and Bathrooms

content warning: public…activities

word count: 994, not proofread

Boyfriend!Choso who tags along right after your heels in the busy shopping mall.

The weather is cold and biting, but the atmosphere and the sheer amount of people there makes up for that. The two of you can barely walk five steps without have to circle around someone.

Boyfriend!Choso who could care less about everyone around him. He was red from head to toe and was barely registering anything after what you just did to him.

The last store had an employee whose eyes were far too focused on the sweater over your chest. He was a sleaze who looked like could barely stand next to a woman without offending her. From the way you curved his every offer to sell you products, Choso was mere seconds from finding a new way to use the employee lanyard. Boyfriend!Choso who held your hand the entire time asked the man to leave you alone. The more the employee looked pale in the face, the higher your other hand went up his arm.

Boyfriend!Choso who didn’t protest as you pulled him into the nearest family bathroom. Your nails clacked against his belt buckle as he tried to ask you what was going on.

“Just stand back, relax, and let me have this before we get to another store,” was all you responded with.

Choso’s hands floated in the air as he watched you pull him from his briefs, half hard already because of the circumstance. You hummed happily and started to rub your palm over his shaft. He shuttered as his eyes traced around your fingers.

“I’m so glad to have you,” a kiss to his neck follows your words. He’s getting lightheaded with the way your body presses to his side, heat rushing through him. “What would I do without my boyfriend keeping the weirdos at bay, hm?”

A middle and a ring finger dance along his tip, tapping with every twitch of him. Your left hand wraps around his shoulders, gripping him as you started to grind against his side.

“Did you hear me?”

Choso shudders, willing himself to stand tall as you brought him to life all over again.

“I, I don’t k-know,” he whispers low as you circle your palm over his slit. Your hips followed the pace, peppering his visible skin as you watched him.

“I’d be so lost, baby,” you sigh into his skin as he leaks. His eyes are everywhere but on you, so you reach and tilt his mouth towards yours. “You’re such a good boyfriend, so good for me.”

He thinks you would be just fine without him, but he’s also been transported into a lake full of your smell and your touch. His eyes can barely focus on your hands.

“I need to be good. Want to be for,” his eyes roll as you twist your wrist. A moan echos off of the tile walls and you lick his jaw. “For, for…”

The nerves in his arms tingle, his hands itching to touch you back. Though, he was certain he wasn’t allowed. Certain that you were in control right now.

His eyes focus and refocus as you move to squat in front of him. You didn’t look nearly as frazzled as he felt but your firmness and the way you dipped him on your tongue was enough to know you needed this.

Bending over you, his stomach started to shake as you slowly sank onto him. You hummed as if you were tasting the best thing in the world. His face scrunched up, biting his bottom lip to keep his noises at bay.

Your eyelashes fluttered as you looked up and lean back. A trail of spit and precum bridged you two together.

“Ah,” you clicked your tongue, watching him drip. “Be careful, baby. Not on the floor. Keep it for me.”

He whimpered, tears in eyes.

“I need to, wanna cum,” he whispered. His face was so hot, it felt like steam was leaving his mouth every time he took a breath.

“You do?”

A few kisses were peppered down his length until you reached his pelvis. You sucked his skin and pumped him some more, another hand trailing under his hoodie.

“Please.”

Boyfriend!Choso who is tucked back into his pants as neatly as you could manage.

The kiss below his belly button seals the deal, you were truly done for the moment.

“Can’t have too much fun. We have more shopping to do,” was the reason you gave him. He knew though, he knew that if you were to let him finish, he wouldn’t stop until he could have you.

He felt it in the way you cleaned him up and the way you kissed him deeply before the two of you left the bathroom hand-in-hand.

Boyfriend!Choso whose mind is cloudy as you swipe his card at the check-out.

“I’m just sure his little brother will love this. Right, baby?”

His hand grips tighter around your waist, a sense of clarity at the mention of Yuuji.

“Yeah, he’ll uh, he’ll enjoy it.”

The cashier only smiles as she bags up a gift. Choso feels like she can see right through him, like she knows exactly what happened.

Or maybe he’s giving himself away with his refusal to let you go. Either way, you grin and peck the corner of his mouth and he melts a little more.

Boyfriend!Choso who rocks with you until you leave the mall. One arm is loaded with bags and the other is looped through yours.

“I think I forgot something,” you stare at the bags and purse your lips. “I might have to go back.”

“Whatever it is, I’ll double it. Baby, I,” he stares down at himself, feelings obvious through his pants. “I need you.”

You stare, oblivious act on, “How bad?”

“I can’t make it home.”

Digging in his pocket for the keys to the car, you glance at him, “Try not to get us caught.”

“I won’t.”

divider by: saradika-graphics 🩵

a/n: This is inspired by this lovely art. I literally couldn’t stop thinking about it. I decided I needed him carnally afterwards. Comment and let me know how you feel! This is my first jjk “story” so please be nice. 👉🏾👈🏾

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