#employer reader

[anistarrose]

I have this TAZ Balance modern AU in my head that I'll never write, but that's okay, because there's literally only two things that you need to know about it:

Kravitz and Barry both have graduate degrees

Barry and Kravitz are not using their graduate degrees even a little bit in their current career, which is running a really shitty, scam-adjacent ghost-busting business out of a garage together

[manicpixiefelix]

Currently thinking about Felix Catton working a regular job just because.

Him working at Build-A-Bear 🧸🧸🧸

Felix in his gap year (shhh I know he doesn't really take one just pretend) asking his parents if he can get a casual job because he saw it on TV.

Felix who is so removed from middle-to-lower-class reality that he can romanticise the idea of a fresh-out-of-high-school teen having a job.

Felix whose parents reluctantly let him get a job at Build-A-Bear because his first choice was being a life guard, and they love him very much but don't want him liable for people's lives.

Felix who absolutely adores working at Build-A-Bear and is actually very good at it.

Felix who gets along with all of the kids who come in, and he makes all of the Building/Stuffing/Naming ceremonies for each of the kids, and can seem to tell if the kids would respond best to it being goofy, heartfelt, or if the kid might be trying to act a little bit too cool for it. Felix is naturally very good with kids I will die on this hill.

Felix who is completely oblivious to the sudden spike of teenage sisters bringing their younger siblings in.

Felix being completely oblivious to the little fanclub that he has, mostly of girls in their early teens who spend their weekends at the mall and will walk past the shop several times a day if he's in.

Felix radiating the absolute sweetest, goofiest big brother energy literally not even realising that half the girls who come into the store have a crush on him.

But also Felix who quietly gets very excited to dress the bears up to put them on display in the window.

Felix who made Venetia a bear and not only dressed it up, but gave her a few different little bear outfits. She rolled her eyes and reminded him she's twenty, but she still keeps the bear sitting on her bed every day, and sometimes he'll look in and she's changed it's little outfit.

Felix whose energy and love and joy is felt by everyone who comes into the shop because he lives to see the way each kid's faces light up when they finally get to hug their teddy at the end.

Felix working to bring kids joy and/or help them in some way is something I hold very close to my heart. I love this concept. I kind of want to draw it.

[tomssexdoll]

request.

smut 2011 bill and female reader.

bill comes home after a long day of work and yn wants to make him feel better so he surprises him with his favorite cake and she's also wearing his favorite set (something gothic like its style)

yn teases him with the cake as well

surprise

PAIRINGS: Bill 2011 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT SYPNOSIS: Bill is tired and stressed out from a LONG day of work, Y/N feels bad and wants to make him feel better, knowing he was coming home late you made his favourite cake and wore his favourite lingiere set that you own. A/N: i want cake WARNINGS: teasing, dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (riding), sucking d, tit playing

Bill finally came home from a long day of work, it was 10pm and I had prepared for his arrival, baking him his favourite cake so he could have something that would cheer him up when he finished his shift.

He came in the door, slouched over and groaning, slamming the keys onto the counter. His face softened as soon as he saw me, engulfing me in a hug, my face mushed against his chest. "Missed you so much baby..the guys are so frustrating, we had to work on a guitar solo for 4 fucking hours cause Tom couldn't get it right" he sighed, letting go and kissing me softly.

"Come here honey, I made your favourite" I smiled, grabbing his hand and guiding him into the kitchen, showing him a slice of his favourite cake, chocolate fudge cake with oreos on top. His eyes lit up at the sight of it, his mouth hanging low. "Oh thank you baby..you're such a good girl" he smiled softly, kissing my neck. I cut a huge slice for him and made him sit down on the couch.

"Stay there baby, I'll be back" I set the cake down, running to the bedroom and putting his favourite set of lingiere that I own, it was very gothic, full of black lace and little dark red flowers.

I came out and watched as his eyes widened, "fuck baby..." he mumbled, covering his mouth, trying to keep his composure. I smirked as a tent built in his pants.

I walked over to the couch and sat on his lap, grabbing the cake and slowly feeding it to him, "is it good baby..?" I whispered, nipping at his neck, he nodded and groaned as I grinded softly on his lap.

I "accidently" swiped some of the frosting onto his lip, "oops! Better clean that up" I smiled innocently, my tongue dragging across his lips, kissing them sweetly.

"Mmm, chocolate" I smirked, his hands flew to my ass and gripped it tightly. "Stop being a tease.." he growled, smacking the flesh.

I smirked and unbuckled his belt, his hips bucking up to help me take his pants off. I slid them off and sat back down on his lap, his cock straining against his boxers, begging to be freed.

I bit my lip and took his cock out, pumping it a few times before getting off the couch and onto my knees. Bill spread his legs slightly, letting me get in between them.

I held his cock with one hand and slightly wrapped my lips around his tip, lowering down onto his cock, "fuckk..yes baby wrap those pretty lips around my cock" he groaned, one hand tangling in my hair softly.

He guided me onto his cock, fitting the full thing inside my mouth. I gagged slightly as his tip hit the back of my throat, tears pricking at my eyes.

I bobbed my head up and down, slobbering all over his erect cock. He groaned and bucked his hips up again, slowly thrusting himself in my mouth, matching my thrusts. "Fuck...so good for me" he praised, caressing my hair softly.

I smiled, picking up my pace and sucking his length faster, ocassionaly swirling my tongue over his sensitive tip, gaining a satifying reaction out of him.

I felt his legs tense up a bit, signalling his impending orgasm. "Make me cum.." he groaned lowly, his head threw back onto the top part of the couch, his other hand reaching out to grip something.

Eventually his other hang grabbed onto my hair, he started to slam his hips into my mouth, throat fucking me cruely. His tip rammed into the back of my throat, saliva building around my mouth as I gagged on his cock.

"Yess!" he whined, shooting his cum deep into my throat, panting heavily. I swallowed his cum, standing up slowly, my legs slightly shaky from being on my knees for quite a while.

"Cmere baby" he smiled, pulled me onto his lap and taping the straps of the lingiere off, revealing my breasts. He grunted and shoved his head into my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples harshly.

I moaned at the sensation, pleasure waves coursing throughout my body as his suction got rougher. I moved the panty part of the lingiere to the side, revealing my pussy. I grinded on his cock to notify him and his eyes shot open, grinning widely and positioning himself at my entrance.

He slowly pushed in, groaning at my tightness, bottoming himself out. I got into a comfortable position, preparing to ride him when he started to softly thrust into me, I put my hand on his chest to stop him, "baby, let me take care of you" I smiled, lifting my hips up and slamming them down.

I moaned as his tip teasingly brushed against my g spot, making me motivated to go faster, I swayed my hips, getting into a pleasurable rhythm.

His hands flew to my ass, grabbing it tightly and smacking it, I gasped at the sudden spank, turning to him. He chuckled "sorry baby you get me so excited" diving his head back into my tits and sucking on my nipples again.

The way his tip brushed past my sweet spot and the sensation of his mouth on my nipples made me crazy, I knew my orgasm was fastly approaching so I sped up, hips slamming into his at an ungodly pace, sweat lining on my forehead, my eyebrows furrowed.

"Gonna cum!" I whined, my hands creeping down and holding onto his waist, the sound of skin slapping filling the house, our moans in sync.

He grabbed my hips, digging his nails into them as we came at the same time, my pussy cumming all over his cock and his load being squirted deep into my hole, coating my walls completely.

"Oh fuck..you're so good" he panted, holding me close to him. I fell forward and tried to catch my breath with him, both of our bodies covered in swear.

After we had calmed down he pulled me off his lap, picking me up in his arms and carrying me to the shower, "cmon baby, we'll wash up and eat that cake you made me" he smirked, kissing my neck gently and turning the water on.

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomkaulitzloverr @tomscumdoll @ge-billsgf @miyukafujii @charliesgoodboy @estxkios @bkaulitzlover @ballhair

[pascaloverx]

FELLINGS — EXO K.J

CHAPTER ONE

Summary: You and Jongin live wanting what you two can't have. For example, he wants to win over your best friend and you want him.

Warnings: This fanfic will describe some hot romantic moments and use of inappropriate language. In the future there may be both smut and moderate use of violence. Readers are warned. This fanfic will feature some members of EXO as characters but they are not part of a Kpop group in this scenario.

PREVIEW CHAPTER TWO

The damn dress I bought just won't close. The zipper got stuck halfway and you don't know how to force it without tearing your dress. You spent a good part of your afternoon doing bridesmaid things. Your apartment doorbell rings, alerting you that you are terribly late.

"I'm coming." You speak loud enough for whoever is at the door to stop ringing the doorbell. With your dress still open in the back, you open the door, coming face to face with your boss. Kim Jongin rarely is late.

"With all due respect, don't you think it's a little aggressive to try to steal the bride's spotlight?" He says as he enters your apartment, you smile embarrassed. He has no idea how what he says affects you, which is good.

"Actually, the bride chose this dress without me. Now I'm trying to get into this shit but I can't. Do you mind helping me?" You say, turning your back, waiting for Kim Jongin to help you. He doesn't respond at all. But you feel his hand go down your back, making its way to the zipper. Finally he closes the dress for you and when you think it's done, you feel him approach your neck as if he's going to kiss you there. But actually he just smelled you.

"Your scent must be the most delicious scent I've ever smelled." He says as you turn to face him. You don't know what to say, so you ignore him and go to the bathroom to finish your makeup. He follows you there and out of the corner of your eye, you watch him.

"Are you going to behave?" You ask and almost immediately he smiles mischievously.

"If I don't behave, will you punish me?" Jongin speaks in a rude tone and you turn to look him in the eyes.

"If you don't behave, sir...I'll resign and you'll be left to fend for yourself." You say, looking seriously at him, who even seems to like your answer.

"I prefer a good old punishment. But I'll try my best today. I mean, I'm going to behave so I don't have to lose you." He says, approaching you and extending his hand for you to get up from the chair in front of the dresser.

"Do you think I'm well dressed? I feel like this dress wasn't made for me." Luna has always had a unique style and let's say fashionista when it comes to clothes, as for you...you usually wear what makes you comfortable. And that dress doesn't make you very comfortable.

"I told you. You're stealing all the attention. At least stealing all of mine attention." And he says this with zero intention of being with you. It's impressive.

"Let's go. Luna will kill us if we get there after her." You say, taking your bag and heading towards the door. Jongin comes right behind you and the two of you quickly go to the dinner location of the engagement dinner. Everything about the place was stunning. Sehun, Luna's fiance was next to her taking photos.

You're not sure what to do, it seems like all eyes in the beautiful banquet hall for the engagement dinner are on you. Everyone is watching as you and Kim Jongin enter, almost as if you were expected. Amid smiles and sideways glances, you both walk in. Suddenly, Jongin grabs your waist, leaving you confused. Until you notice the exchange of glances between Luna and Jongin, realizing that he's using you to make her jealous. Jerk.

"You know, I've always suspected there was something going on between you and Luna. But using me to make her jealous is low, even for you." You whisper in Kim Jongin's ear. From afar, no one would suspect that you're cursing him out. They might even think you're whispering something naughty in his ear.

"Y/N…" He starts to speak but is interrupted by the newlyweds who came to greet us. You had to compose yourself because you didn't want Sehun or Luna to notice that you're angry with Jongin, even though Luna is part of all this.

"I was starting to think the maid of honor wouldn't show up for the party, huh, Y/N? You know Luna can't live without you." Sehun says as he approaches to hug you and Jongin. You notice a strange exchange of glances between the groom and your boss, but you brush it off.

"In her defense, the maid of honor had to look beautiful for her best friend's special day." Kim Jongin says as he greets the bride and groom. The weirdest part is that Sehun seems tense because of your boss.

"You've got a lot of nerve showing up here after telling my fiancée you loved her in that damn call." Sehun says, almost lunging at Kim Jongin. You feel the need to find an excuse to lighten the mood of the party before things escalate into a fight.

"Listen here, buddy…" Kim Jongin begins, but you interrupt him, shifting the spotlight of this conversation onto yourself.

"What Kai means is that he mixed up his messages. He was drunk, dialed the wrong number, and ended up mistakenly declaring his feelings to Luna." You say. Perhaps this is the worst excuse you've ever given in your life.

"And how do you know that?" Luna asks, sounding genuinely surprised that you've come up with such a almost convincing excuse for Jongin's declaration.

"Her and I are engaged. We just didn't want to steal your moment." Kim Jongin says, catching everyone off guard, including you. And then he kisses your cheek, and you smile.

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

Fanfics with real people x reader will always give me the ick

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

I’d ask for more stuff for the reader with the employers (other than Audi) but rrrrrfgg. So little content of them

I feel you Anon, but that's cuz there's jack shit info on them. This got longer than intended and tumblr wont let me save anymore to this post, so I'll make another post with Conductor and Deliberator! :]

Stygian x reader

CW: Talks of death/decay

STYGIAN

Arguably the oldest of the four widely known employers, for as long as life has existed, so too has death. Black wisps of smoke curled around his skeletal form, flowing down without pattern or consistency. His few visible features deep set in his face, from his dull pink eyes, to his cheekbones protruding prominently.

His paper thin skin seemed to barely sit on the pink toned bones, looking as if any movement would tear it away, it was something you'd wondered about often when thinking of him.

"Worm." His voice was hollow, a soulless husky rasp with a hint of airiness to it. That was how he referred to everyone he deemed below him, which was everything but his kin.

Being called upon to aid in his work was exciting, yet a heavy burden. Plenty of dead souls passed this realm, and you were part of an exclusive team of judges, dictating where each S-3LF should go. To be reborn, to be banished to purgatory, sentenced to hell, or perhaps the worst fate you'd come to learn of, to be torn asunder into nothing, scattered across the cosmic void.

Sure, purgatory and hell weren't pleasant places, but arguably seemed kinder fates that simply becoming completely undone, as though one had never existed at all...

He snapped his fingers, and you were alone in his office. "Sit." His voice was cold and commanding, yet it always had that tone. Reading him was difficult, always a frigid reception, emotionless to the fullest extent. You obeyed without a word, the chair uncomfortable and worn, unlike the one behind his desk, which was new, plush, and looked a whole lot more comfortable.

His gaunt figure passed by, and a hint of ash mixed with embalming fluids flooded your nose, still incredibly potent despite how often the smell filled your office space.

Narrow hip bones lay neath the skirt of his black floor length toga, a belt of tiny animal skulls rested around his waist. "You are being far too kind to these pathetic bugs. You have yet to submit souls to be cast into The Nothing. Weakness like this shall not be taken lightly."

"I'm sorry, sir." His eyes narrowed.

"These are unworthy beings deserving of erasure, if you can't comply, you'll find yourself joining them into obscurity."

"I'll do better, sir. I vow it."

"As is expected. You are meant to make my job easier. Remember, you are replaceable."

"Understood, sir."

You were suddenly back in your office, leaving Stygian alone in his. He sat at his desk, gritting his teeth. Yes, this little worm was weak, below him, so why couldn't he get you off his mind?

Too kind for their own good, even when he insulted them, berated and tore them apart, they were ever-so polite and always replied formally. His smoke curled around his head, growing thicker as his annoyance grew, filling the room with a black and pink haze.

He was the beast of death, reeling in souls and fixing the afterlife for all, and love and romance weren't really his deal. He was utterly blind to this, doubly so because it was mere mortal that caught his fancy.

He snapped his fingers, and at once a younger fellow Employer appeared in the chair ahead of him. "You really need to stop doing that. I was busy." Dreamer sighed and looked at Stygian. "Why did you call on me, brother?"

Stygian sighed, like a wind blowing through bones. "A mortal being plagues my mind. You deal with these things regularly, what do you propose is wrong with me?"

Dreamer twirled her star earring. "Depends, what thoughts are you thinking?"

"They infest my mind like maggots, writhing in my skin and burrowing deeper. Their face haunts my mind, a ghost trapped in my skull. Tell me Dreamer, tell me, what is wrong?"

Summoning a tea cup, Dreamer sipped thoughtfully. "You're in love."

"What?"

She giggled and rolled her eyes. "This mortal, whoever they are, you're in love with them. Indulge in it, or don't. Do what thou will, tis what thy's best at. But if you do intent to pursue them, do change out of your deathly rags, okay Steeg?" She clapped her hands, and was gone.

In love? HIM? Bullshit, Dreamer was in her own world again. No. He wasn't in love. He needed to kill you, to break you from his mind entirely, to make you cease to exist, to-

A stack of documents landed in his tray, and he groaned, taking the top one off. His eyes instantly went to the bottom, your signature freshly inked. "Perhaps the purple one has a point." He slumped in his chair slightly, casting the paper aside. Auditor could file them himself, he enjoyed that stuff anyway.

Stygian got up, melting into the floor, appearing back in his private quarters. Heading to his wardrobe, he cracked it open, seeing nothing more than old suits, funeral attire, and worn out reaper robes. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, of course his clothing was useless, he rarely took care of his physical form.

He's living death for Maker's sake, why is he fussing about this?!

"Your thoughts are disrupting my flow." Connie was sitting in a chair in Stygian's bedroom.

"Tis a shame we cannot all have coherent thoughts, Conductor." Stygian scowled angrily. "Precisely what are you intending to achieve here?"

Conductor let out a melodic chuckle, his voice smooth like a fine tuned instrument. "You're not yourself. You're... Bothered. And I don't mean your usual gloom filled irritated self." He rested his head on a fist. "And since when do you change your attire but once a century?"

Stygian gritted his sharp teeth. "Well. Fine. Dreamer may have placed..... Strange thoughts in my mind, about... 'Love.' With some mortal of all things." He threw an old suit on the floor. "And that my clothes are RAGS!"

Connie straightened his tie. "She.. Has a point on that second thing." He pulled his baton, twirling it around in his hands, a blue light shooting out and wrapping itself around Stygian, and instantly tall, dark, and depressing was in a new, freshly pressed three piece suit with a pink tie to match his eyes. "Much better."

Stygian tapped his tie, and a skull lapel pin appeared on it.

Again Conductor swirled his baton, and a fat bouquet of white lilies mixed with blood red roses appeared in Stygian's arms. "Mortals are finicky, they enjoy things like that. Now go and demand they accept your offer."

You were seated at your desk still, condemning another old soul to the void. This one had lived so many lives, so many wicked lived. Dissolving them would be a blessing to the world... That was rather cruel, unlike your usual thoughts. Strange...

"Ahem." You spun in your chair, seeing Stygian in a full suit, his misty 'hair' flowing down, streaks of pink inside inky black. "You will attend a restaurant with me tonight. We need to discuss what happened earlier in greater depth."

Stygian wasn't asking, he was commanding. "Y-yes sir." You found yourself questioning his motives, he never spent time with anyone besides his brothers and sister.

His eyes narrowed, reading you back. "Here." He grunted, thrusting his arm out, shoving the bouquet into your face. "I've been informed that your kind... enjoys such gestures."

"What.. is this?" You looked up from your roses and lilies, and spotted soft pink flushing his cheeks, his eyes averted. "Sir?"

"Just get ready." Stygian snapped his fingers, a body hugging lacy black dress, with rhinestones and intricate little patterns embroidered on, and a classy all black suit, equally bejewelled with lace gloves both appeared on your desk. "Hopefully either of those should be to your liking."

You picked out one of the garments and rushed off to the staff toilets, heart racing and hands shaking. This wasn't happening, right? In a second, Stygian's hand would slam on your desk, and he'd bark at you to wake up. Surely he hadn't picked up on your slight attraction to him, right?

It was cringe-worthy, the living embodiment of death making your stomach butterflies flutter wildly. His cold demeanour, his harsh attitude, the puppy-love feeling of him softening these traits for you, it was all a fantasy, right?

Dressing up, you stepped out, and nearly collided with Stygian, who was lingering outside. "You... look nice." He grumbled, covering his mouth. "I figured you could perhaps enhance your appearance further with this."

He held out a box, opening it to show off a beautiful necklace with pink gemstones encrusted in rose gold metal. "A-are you sure about this sir? This doesn't seem like you."

Stygian looked at you finally, smoke swirling around his skull, twirling around your face as he stepped closer. "Don't think I haven't picked up on your signals, mortal. I can hear the way your heart races when you're close to me, I feel the lingering stares that could almost imprint in my form. I've ignored it and pushed it down for as long as I could, mistaking my own affections for resentment.

You wish to entangle yourself with death? Then prove to me you're worthy of it." Your hands grasped his cheeks, passing through his misty form and grabbing a hold of the black bone beneath, pulling it towards your face, feeling his teeth against your lips.

His flames were cool, but his bones were warm, pleasantly heating your hands as you held him, one of his skeletal hands covered yours, the other pulling you closer by your hips.

A lightheaded feeling washed over you, you started to collapse in his arms, but he was quick to support you. As he pulled back, you noticed a white mist flowing from between his teeth.

"Quite literally stealing your breath away." Resting in his arms a moment, his hand rubbed your back to comfort you, the other cradling your head against his chest. "To be in love with a mortal... To my kin it's unheard of. But you're different. You always have been. You vex me, but I crave it."

He slipped the necklace around your neck, and you looked up from the comfort of his skeletal form to his pink eyes. "Does this mean you're not firing me at dinner tonight?" You joked and he closed his eyes and sighed.

"Of course not. How dare you expect me to let such a good thing go."

[vibbybee]

୭ ˚○◦˚Hands Off!˚◦○˚ ୧ 

prompt: tomoya has had enough of reader’s unclear gestures towards him! he decides to give reader a taste of their own, sweet medicine! warnings: none, i don’t think? genre: fluff !! word count: ~1.5k notes: sfw, cute n sweet story :D, reader is implied to be shorter than tomoya because I’M shorter than tomoya‼️ this is also very inspired by his halloween (treat) line! :D, uhh gn!reader who’s also implied to be a theatre kid bc I thought it’d be funny, reader is mentioned to be UNDEAD’s producer (but you can ignore that it adds nothing to the plot), ooc!tomoya? idk…lmk if I missed anything!

YOU HAD A RATHER INTERESTING RELATIONSHIP WITH TOMOYA

You became friends with the idol when you started producing another idol group under the same agency as Ra*bits, UNDEAD. You had run into him on your day off, and what do you know! It was Tomoya’s day off as well. The two of you hung out after learning you both enjoy theatre arts, amongst other things as well. From then? The rest is history.

Now, when you had initially met Tomoya, he was quick to pick up on your rather doting and almost teasing nature. Whenever he’d see you hang out with your non-idol friends, he’d see you hold their hands or pretend to kiss them. He found it a bit strange at first, but he was just as quick to accept it as part of your personality. If he were to be honest with himself, he’d have to admit it’s one of the reasons he developed a small crush on you. 

Tomoya wasn’t blind to the fact he had recently developed a crush on you, either. Although not having many romantic encounters, if at all, he’s not dense. However, upon realization, he was more than willing to push his feelings down, feeling so sure that you would never like him back. 

His line of thinking couldn’t have been more wrong! You had developed a small crush on your friend after seeing him being surrounded by small animals one day in the Sky Garden. What a domestic scene it was! Of course, there are countless other reasons why you fell for the music and manga lover, but seeing such a sight felt like being hit with a cupid's arrow. However, you decided to take a different approach compared to Tomoya.

“Tomoya!” You happily called out to the unsuspecting boy, dragging out the second ‘o’ in his name. 

Your approach? Using your flirting skills you had jokingly used on your friends, and applying it to Tomoya! What could go wrong? 

You could hear a faint hum coming from Tomoya as he turned around to face you. His lips then formed into a smile upon seeing you. He could almost feel his heart beat slightly increasing at the sight of you approaching him, but he could blame it on him just finishing dance practice if need be.

A similar smile was reciprocated on your face as you jogged up next to him. In your hand was a water bottle, and you handed it to the brown-eyed boy. 

“Here! I remember you had messaged me that you had a last-minute dance practice today, so I brought you water.” You said, feeling rather proud of yourself that you were able to do a simple gesture for him. 

Tomoya’s eyes slightly widened in surprise as you placed the water bottle in his hand. Oh gosh, he didn’t have the heart to tell you that he had his own water bottle tucked away in the drawstring bag he was carrying, so he just accepted your little act of kindness. 

“Ah, thank you!” He responded. He figured it’d be rude to not take a sip out of the bottle, so he did. He made a small show of him drinking it, trying to physically show you he appreciated you thinking of him despite how busy you are. To be completely honest? It was a bit of a hard watch, but hey! He tried his best! 

You let out a small chuckle as you watched him. Tomoya can be…unintentionally funny at times. 

“It’s not a problem, Tomoya!” You responded with a small giggle seeping through your words. Were you trying to kill him?! Ah, you really are too cute for your own good, and it was starting to become an issue for him…

The next thing Tomoya knew, he felt a pair of hands gently squishing his cheeks. Those hands belonging to you. Tomoya let out a little huff as he saw the cheeky expression on your face, it was obvious you wanted to mess with him. That cheshire-like smile then replacing your initial warm one in just mere seconds.

It made no sense to the idol. You had started to treat him differently about two weeks ago. At least, that’s what he observed. You started placing his hand in yours as the two of you walked around Ensemble Square and started to dote on him. It was similar to how you acted towards your friends. 

No, it was exactly how you acted towards your friends. 

Ah, it seemed as if you teasing and innocently flirting with him had the exact opposite reaction you had intended! It just confused the poor boy. He had to question if you caught onto his feelings? Was that your way of putting him in the friend-zone? Whatever the reason, he hated it.

Okay, “hate” is a strong word. Had it been under any other circumstance, he would’ve taken these romantic gestures for what they are: romantic gestures. However, he always saw you flirting with your friends just like how you started to flirt with him! Surely, this wasn’t a good thing. 

Unbeknownst to him, Tomoya was lost in thought the second your hands playfully squished his cheeks. There was almost a pouty expression on his face as his eyes were glued to the floor.

You, being none-the-wiser to the mental battle going through his mind, just naively assumed he was feeling embarrassed by the small action. In response, you had let out an airy laugh. Your smug expression only grew. You were convinced that your plan was working!

“Aww, are you embarrassed?” You questioned, in a slightly baby-ish tone. Your hands never ceased their movements, except to caress Tomoya’s face with your thumbs. It was rather fun doting on him like this, almost like a mother hen! Besides, you'd be a liar if you said you suddenly becoming physically affectionate with him didn’t have anything to do with your own personal enjoyment. 

Tomoya only let out a soft groan, his eyebrows slightly furrowed when he finally comprehended your taunting words. He was going crazy! He wasn’t sure how much of your teasing and taunting he could take, and he knew he had to do something if he wanted you to stop treating him like he was someone who needed to be doted on. It’s bad enough he was stuck thinking you were treating him like you treat all your other friends, but he was also through with you fussing over him! He’s the leader of an idol group, for crying out loud! 

The two of you were silent, it was a bit nerve wracking on your end, but it wasn’t anything too bad. You mentally shrugged off your friend's odd demeanor change, thinking he was just feeling tired after his practice.

You then felt his warm hands gently grab yours, moving your hands away from his face. He placed your left hand at your side and cautiously let go of it, but he didn't let go of your right hand. Instead, he brought your right hand up closer to him. Your eyebrows slightly lifted up in surprise. Tomoya still didn’t say anything to you. How you wished you could’ve gone through his mind at that very moment…

As Tomoya looked down at you, he made a small humming sound, seemingly pleased at your expression clearly indicating you being caught off guard by his actions. Just what he was aiming for. You couldn’t help but feel your face get a bit warmer when you saw the way he looked at you. So much love and adoration was trapped in his eyes, but…it almost looked as if there was a hint of mischief in them?

“Here, give me your hand.” He murmured, his voice barely understandable. It was lucky for the both of you that it was you two in the hall.

You mentally scoffed at the irony in his command. He was already holding your hand with his, so it’s not like you had much of a choice. Eh, you didn’t mind. 

You then saw Tomoya’s expression brighten, a warm smile tugging at his lips. He let out a small laugh before he spoke to you again.

“See? My hands are bigger than yours♪” he said softly, his eyes flickering between the two of your hands and your face. Your beautiful face that seemed so at a loss for words. He was sure that if he lightly pressed his hand against your cheek, warmth would be radiated off of it. The idea made him lightly chuckle to himself.

It’s only then when he spoke that your little trance was broken. Your focus shifted from his face to your hands. He was right, your hand was a bit smaller than his. But that was the last thing on your mind. You were much more enamored by the fact that it felt like your hands were meant to hold his. You gently squeezed his hand for a second, and Tomoya followed suit. 

Holy crap…

When did Tomoya get so bold?!

AHHHH i’ve never written an x reader fic before, so i hope it was good!! 😭uhhh i don’t really plan on becoming an x reader account, but uh…if there’s a prompt you want me to write for tomoya i’ll do it. I’m not even sure how well I wrote him, so idk if i could write other enstars characters!! Wwww but yeah :3 

[starbug-space]

🧡 Employment AU🧡

Check pinned post for over all TW, as many overlap.

Cw: age gap fuckery (reader is in his late 40s/early 50s), age play, hurt/comfort, physical hurt/healing themes, chronic illness, body dysmorphia.

Donnie hires you. "It's partially out of a desire for our dearest, significantly older little brother to have enrichment, and partially because he keeps fucking with our stuff. Lately he's been getting bored of fucking with our stuff and eloping-you do know what means, yes? Ah, good. April said you had experience working with animals, neurodivergent seniors and children, which is perfect, though sometimes it's hard to tell when she's being honest or when she owes an old coworker a favor."

He leads you around the center of their unothodox home, peeking into every nook and cranny, places no human could fit into. "Mikey will be your charge, he is an ornate box turtle mutant, he refuses to tell us his age however he appears to be the fastest seventy-five year old alive. He is sweet, lovely, enjoys tormenting others and smothering them in affection whilst also manipulating them. How all these things can be true at once is something I'll figure out when I've finally gotten a full night's sleep."

You gaze sweeps the giant, abandoned and subsequently inhabited subway tunnel, scanning for movement. "How long has he been living with you? April said he just moved in."

"Three long, touching, heartfelt, but excruciatingly tiring weeks."

Donnie introduces you to three other mutants. Also turtles, based in different species, but he calls them his brothers. Sweet. One of them is 'big Mikey,'

A boy just above your height, frame filled out with muscle and just a bit heavy with chub. Pretty. They all are. They're what though, thirty? Near half your age; not on the table. The boys who don't seem to be in charge of paying you give mumbled reports of no Mikey sighted.

Donnie sighs, opens security camera feeds on the holographic screen his wrist device projects, and begins to scroll as he inundates you with information. You nod, and make mental note that you'll have to just be fine with being recorded and watched at all times, as you don't feel like turning down the proposed paycheck.

This isn't an interview, you were hired on recommendation and asked to start immediately. Understandable. Their choices were slim, and the people they would want to know the exact location of their dwelling were even fewer in number. You can work in this position. So you will.

Donnie squints at a feed and zooms in, the screen automatically typing out a list of instructions as he speaks, Raph (biggest, spiky) shifting foot to foot behind him, Leo (medium giant turtle sized, flashy) and Big Mikey slumped against each other.

"We can't keep track of him and its stressful-Mikey if you hear this, we love you. You are just very fast and have a penchant for putting yourself in danger. Or using mystic-oh, you are aware of yokai mystic, yes? Excellent. Don't let him use it.

"Your job is to keep him fed (Mikey has trained himself to have few hunger cues/has strong reactions to certain textures and might not seek out food on his own, or might just forget.) Keep him amused, (Mikey gets bored and lonely very easily, once he bonds with you he'll have the connection he needs for you to be a source of comfort and regulation. He is incredibly affectionate, physically and otherwise.)

"You are to make sure he feels loved, and keep him busy. He knows you've been hired to do so and may use that fact to... mess with you. You should be fine. Or, rather, you will be fine, because this is the job you were hired for.

"He has a lot of trauma and triggers, is unwilling to share them with us but may open up to you. So be prepared for stories of the impossible that might be real, please treat them as such." Leo hits the floor, big Mikey follows. Raph sits next to them, blinking one eye then the other.

Donnie scrolls around, sending you a transcript of this conversation and lists of resources/extra instructions. He looks exhausted as well. "Please keep him as happy and busy as you can, he is incredibly understimulated here after years of living in fight or flight with constant action. If he wants to rest, all the power to you, but as of yet we have not seen him sleep."

Donnie looks up from the screen. You get the impression that eye contact hurts the both of you.

"This part is very, very important-Leo's fine, he does that, don't worry-do not let him use mystic. If he starts glowing, or pretty gold shit appears, he levitates? Shut that shit down, redirect any way possible. He loves visual art, food, and amusement parks, at least he used to. He likes playing a lot-"

"Who does?"

The four boys sprawled out and barely standing respectively chorus 'Hey Mikey' when the figure drops down from the ceiling to hang in front of your face.

Donnie sighs. "See the chains? That. That is what we do not want, as it DRAINS YOUR ENERGY AND LIFEFORCE, Mikey."

You are three inches away from his face. "They're talking about you, giving me instructions."

Mikey looks you up and down, and beams.

"Dude. You need to wear clothes."

"But whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy."

"Because of the laws that say you need to wear clothes."

"Those don't apply-"

You pull up a video explaining the law that does indeed exist, as of two months ago. He pouts, and falls back onto his fluffy nest of a bed.

"You're terrible at being a pervert, daddy."

"Uh huh. You still have to wear clothes."

He stares at you. His thighs are apart, showing off a fat little tail. Cute. His thighs could be fatter, cerulean skin speckled with even more gold as his markings grow and stretch to accommodate his slow growth, soft and giving. You can fix that. He looks like he hasn't properly eaten in years, needs to gain weight anyway, you know, for his health. Teach him to call you a pervert.

But right now it's day motherfucking one, and you're already having to bargain for basic complacency with the law.

His smile widens. You didn't even flinch. Sure, he wants a reaction but he flirted with you. And you weren't disgusted. Looking over twice his age, being a mutant, and surviving an apocalypse have done nothing kind to Mikey's self-confidence. You're a human, beautiful, the beauty standard. A pretty, older man. And you didn't balk when he called you daddy.

Oh, maybe you thought he was kidding. Best try again, just to be sure.

"I'll wear clothes if they're yours, Daddy."

"That's fine, as long as you're wearing them on the way to go clothes shopping."

You look down at the tiny boy swallowed up in your hoodie, all smiles, holding your hand and leaning into you as you head out. You don't see Donnie in the flesh, but you receive a text a few minutes later, wandering out into New York autumn.

-oh good he's bonded to you already. Excellent. I was so relieved to hear april's friend was a man when she recommended you-

You look down at your charge, happily nuzzling his cheek into your arm. -Why's that now?-

Donnie sends a remarkably cute image of the two of you.

-He likes boys.-

Mikey is cozy and warm in a hoodie with bear ears, toasty from your body heat. It drapes over him like a dress, cradles and swallows him up. He's holding your hand, delighted with you. You didnt even flinch when he dropped down in front of you, when he grabbed your hand. He was able to get you to lend him your hoodie in less than ten minutes! You rub your thumb over his scales absentmindedly, answer every question and request (demand) with amused patience.

He'll have to work hard to find buttons to press for fun. But he likes this. He likes you. Gazing up at your face, admiring your features. Maybe later he'll fake an injury so you carry him a few feet. (You carry him all the way home, you are so strong and his cheeks are flushed despite himself and he already adores you, cajoling you into staying for dinner.)

Donnie informs you. "He's faking, you know."

You look at the boy in your arms and say "That's fine, he can just ask next time though."

His cheeks darken. His hands curl into your shirt. You gently sway him back and forth as you chat with Donnie.

Taller, younger Mikey made so much food, beyond grateful to have his kitchen and art studio back. It's amazing. Mikey huffs that he can make amazing food too, you ask if he wants to cook with you later. His brothers eye the two of you as mikey squeals and stims by bapping at your arm and chest. Surely he'll be able to relearn how to cook. It cant be as bad as last time. (It can and will be. He cries, and you order takeout, stalling with appetizers as you redo the recipe, the whole thing with Mikey's help. It actually turns out well, not pretty or extravagant like big Mikey's food, but still.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Actually if I were to rank it, the top four fandoms I've had the biggest impact on would probably be MMX, QSMP, Steven Universe, and then Transformers in that order.

[etakeh]

A resume is not an autobiography. It is a marketing document. Do you think Boeing's advertising shows all those planes that crashed? Hell no.

some guy on reddit

Seriously. I needed to hear this, as I'm going through my resume wondering which jobs to include, and if leaving some shorter ones out - because I'll look flighty - will create a gap that makes it look like I'm a lazyassmotherfucker.

So yeah, gonna leave off the crashed planes. Or at least the part where they crashed.

[manicpixiefelix]

Whatever you do, try not to picture Felix doing all kinds of silly voices at Build-A-Bear for the stuffed animals which is always a huge hit with the kiddos.

That mental image is so cute I'm gonna be sick 😍😍😍

I love Felix being the patron saint of tired parents who need a few minutes to breathe at the mall, he keeps the kids focused on the building process and entertained the whole time.

I will say that his managers probably hate him a little bit. Yes there's been a noticeable increase in sales since he arrived, but he also has this big, stupid heart that never wants a kid to be unhappy, so every time he overhears a parent telling their kid to put something back (an extra outfit or accessory for the teddy) he makes up a sale and tells them to have it without charging them. He got yelled at pretty good when they caught him doing it, however as soon as he offered to pay the difference himself in future, well they didn't like it, but they also didn't stop him.

He's the best employee they have, he also genuinely doesn't seem to fully comprehend the value of money.

[a-mint-bear]

The Butler

Butler x Gender Neutral Reader

One day you are told you have a wealthy French grand uncle you've never met. He has recently passed and leaves you, his only living heir, his estate and his small but profitable and respected business, as well as the servants he's had under his employment for years.

You move to France to take over the business because why not and are surprisingly competent, but not without the help of the slightly older than you French butler. He doubts your abilities at first but is slowly moved by your down to earth charms and your way of connecting with people.

He is the perfect balance of a steady hand to guide you and a subservient gem of a butler. Slowly but surely you begin to fall for each other. He tries to fight his feelings but can't help doting on you and treating you like royalty, sneaking looks at you when he thinks you can't see him. You're not usually the dominant type but you can't help but daydream about mussing up his perfect hair and pinning him to the wall while you kiss him stupid.

The two of you finally give in and begin a relationship that lasts for years. He loves being bossed around by you in private and lives to serve. The two of you do your best to keep it under wraps to seem professional but it's hard to hide how flustered he looks coming out of your office and the way his touch lingers when helping you get ready for the day.

Well into your golden years you are seen as a perpetually single business owner who had kept the same butler under you for decades and he can't be swayed to work for anyone else. All the rest of your staff know the two of you are involved and are glad you both are happy. You want him to stand by your side but he can't imagine not supporting you as your faithful butler and in the end, you both are happy with the arrangement and don't care what anyone else thinks.

He wears a ring on a chain under his perfectly pressed white shirt, which you are known to use to pull him into kiss after kiss.

He is completely yours.

[pascaloverx]

MASTERLIST KAI (EXO)

© credits for the owners of the pictures used. they don't belong to me. credit is not mine for the pictures.

PREVIEW

CHAPTER ONE

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CHAPTER THREE

FINAL CHAPTER

[aryasrandomthoughts]

My laptop from 2012 still has one built in but it stoped working a while back. I have to get it fixed.

u used to be able to put a dvd in your computer. and then u could watch it

[mswild1]

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[grugruel]

Can you do that for me?

Pairings: ruined!Jayce x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

Masterlist

Summary: Formerly partners, you've started a new business in Zaun after Jayce's disappearance. One day, after hearing whispers of Victor's apparent evolution, Jayce shows up unannounced.

Wordcount: 4.2 k

Warnings: Some canon stuff (beware spoilers), pinv sex, angst, fluff, fingering, slight handjob, choking, biting, creampie, doggy, missionary, cowgirl (a lot of positions), sub/dom/switch!Jayce, power struggle, fight for dominance, praise (f and m recieving), spanking, overstimulation, "I love you", difficult feelings, hot depraved Jayce.

AN: Not proofread, I intend to make a few changes to it later but wanted to get it out. Might be spelling mistakes. I tried to fit a bit of everything into this. ENJOY GIRLIES🎀

Having pulled the curtains aside, a vigilant man inspects the dark streets below. "He's almost here, ma'am," the man says, eyes following the subject. There's a slight stiffnes to his stance, as if he's readying himself for a fight. "What do you want us to do?"

"Let him in," she smiles at him faintly, attempting to reassure the large man before returning to her paperwork. "Dont give him trouble, there's nothing to fear."

The guard nods slowly and crosses the room to leave, he knows she's right. Yet, he stays in the doorway, shoulders slumped and arms crossed.

Warm light creeps in through the entryway, contrasting the faint light that Zauns streetlights provide for her otherwise gloomy office.

Noticing how the strong wash of light remains, she looks up at her guard to find another question lingering on his lips. "I've know you long enough to tell when something ails you." She leans back in her chair.

He catches her gaze reluctantly, facing away before he speaks. The man clears his throat, he knows he's crossing a line. "He's trouble, if you ask me. The boys and I-"

The woman pulls her glasses of and sighs, done with her work for the evening. "Im a big girl, I can handle myself."

The guard leans against the doorway and shrugs in reluctant recognition. "We're worried for you, ma'am-" but catching himself on his words, his hands gesture to remedy his meaning. "Respectfully, of course," he ads quickly, aversed to insult his employer.

The woman stands slowly, walking around her crammed desk to casually prop herself next to him. "I know," she reassures, placing a soft hand on his chest. "But I'll be fine, send him in."

The large man huffs. "We'll be outside then," he begins, but as the next words begin to form on his tongue, he decides against it, solely out of trust for his employer. If he could, he would've added 'when you need us'.

She doesnt doubt it, nor does she take offence. They're a tight knit family down here, she cares for them as much as they do her. But this would be an interaction no family member should hear. "That won't be necessary, keep to the foyer . . . Now go," she hurries him, careful to keep an understanding smile on her lips lest he changes his mind.

With a heavy breath and one last glance, the guard reluctantly closes the door and heavy footsteps recede.

She sighs, moving to brace her hands against the desktop and preparing herself for whats to come, for what she suspects.

She lights the lantern on her desk and waits. Only a moment later the same warm light creeps into the room. She twitches, unprepared for his arrival inspite of her efforts as the squeaking door slices through the eerily silent space.

In her peripheral, a fallen man stands. He's tired and dirty. Cut up and run down. There's a moment of contemplation between her and the newcomer, she does not move and neither does he. It's been a long time.

Squeak, thump, click . . . Pause. He's locked the door. A heavy thud between metal and wood sounds next, there's a faint sound of coarse skin sliding along fine metal before the familiar vibrations of hextech dies out.

All that exists between them now is heavy breathing in two parts, laboring against their own minds and bodies.

The floorboards begin to creek, irregularly, as if the weight placed upon them has not yet decided it's course of action. She grips the desktop harder, fingernails burrying into fine wood. She can only guess why he has come. "It's Viktor, isn't it?" She breathes, trying hard to keep her voice steady.

She gets no response, the only answer she recieves is the creeking of floorboards as the uncertain weight shifts back and forth. But that is all the answer she needs.

Having seamingly made up his mind, determined footsteps approach her in a sudden haste. Srong arms wrap around her body, pulling her toward a hard chest in a tight, tight embrace. His head collides with her shoulderblade as he burries his face in her scent. Muffled by her body, strained breaths blow welcome warmth onto her skin.

"What's happened?" She whispers, not entirely sure she wants the answer for she can smell him now. Metal and gunpowder. But it's not the type raw metal used for smithing or creating, it's not the metal she's used to. No, this is pungent, corporeal. It's blood. "Jayce, please . . . " She begins, 'talk to me' her lips shape, but no sound comes out. Unable to muster the strength.

"Cant- I cant . . . talk about it. Not now, not yet," he manages, voice rough as if he has fought and damp breath raising goosebumps on her neck. "I just . . . Needed you. I need you."

A strong hand slides higher, knuckles intently brushing the underside of her breast. "Can't think anymore."

And inspite of her better judgement. "Ok," she agrees, whispering, as if her consience wouldnt be able to hear. She's missed him, worried for him. So, her body betrays her.

Laying her hand on top of his, she guides him over the hill of her breast.

His breath hitches while his other hand move downward, tracing her ribs, down her waist, stopping on her thigh and squeezing tenderly. Soft flesh dimpling beneath the force of strong fingers. "I've been lost, " his voice breaks. "Missed you." His hands slide further down to slither under the slit in her dress.

"No feelings right now, Jayce . . . Please, just-"

Two fingers slip inside of her and she gasps. "No feelings," he assures, placing a gentle kiss on her neck.

"Good, good . . . " she moans.

While massaging her breast his thumb finds her clit and tongue her neck, gently nipping and sucking on the crook of her neck. Her body grows to weak to hold itself upright so she puts her weight on her arms. Noticing, he holds her tighter and pushes her weight against the desk. "Already?" He whispers, dragging his teeth along the shell of her ear as his fingers steadily thrusts in and out of her. "You're making it too easy for me."

A breathless chuckle leaves her, crammed between heavy groans. "You work with your hands . . . Mmmh, unfair advantage."

He bites her earlobe, tugging, teasing. "So do you, if I remember correctly." A grin twists her lips as her hand reaches between them and palms his enlarged bulge. He hisses as she begins to stroke it, heat immedietly surfacing as the friction between fabric and skin grows. "Mhhg, that's what I thought," he groans. "Good girl."

He pushes a third finger inside off her, curling them at just the right angle.

"Fuck!" Her free hand curls into a fist, joints having nothing better to do than occupy themselves in anyway they can. He puts more focus on her clit, rubbing dutyful circles into and and finally pushes her over the edge. "Mhh, shit-"

His fingers slow down as she hits her high, gently leading her through it as he supports her weight. "Just breathe, that's right . . . "

Her breathing has become a mixture of moans and wheezes, the pleasure stimulating every nerve in her body. "Did you . . . ?" She asks, suddenly remember her hand on his clothed member.

"No," he whispers and kisses her temple. "Theres time." He tries to turn her around. But fear grips her. "No-" she stops him, gripping the edge of the desk to keep herself in place. Seeing the changes up close would make them real, would make whatever he has come from, real. "I can't look at you . . . not yet." She reaches over her shoulder to cup his jaw, and just like that, their bubble of reminiscence bursts. They arent colleagues anymore and havent been for a long time. Nor is their third party longer there to rationalise with them. A shrap jab strikes her heart. "Give me time, and just," her other hand reaches behind her, grabbing the fabric on his hip to pull him closer, pressing his erection against the curve of her ass. "Like this for now, Jayce. Please . . ."

His head lulls against her back, pushing his forehead firmly into her spine whilst releasing a big, shaky breath. She can feel him bare his teeth, silently working through the consequences of his actions.

He doesn't answer, he only obeys.

It goes silent for a short moment, until the warmth on her hips disappear and the metal clanging of a belt buckle sounds behind her.

Quickly, one hand returns to her thigh to pull her dress over her ass.

"Dont hold back," she says.

There's a pause in his movements. "Are you certain?"

She nods and he wastes no time. Pushing himself against her, his knees spread her legs efficiently, just liked they've practiced many times before. With no further warning, he sinks into her. One hand crossing over her waist as the other grabs her shoulder, then sets a ruthless pace.

Somehow she knows he needs to get this out of him, the pent of fury and need. But she doesnt complain, he always knew what he was doing.

The sound of slapping fills her office, while the lewd squelching from her previous orgasm further spurs them on. He bends over her, changing his grip. Fingers snaking around her throat as his knee and free hand work together to fish one of her legs onto the desk, hitting her deeper, harder. His thrusts are no longer about speed, but of that one special little spot.

He puts pressure on her throat, almost painstakingly so. But it feels heavenly and she wouldn't have it any other way.

With each rut, his members perfectly fills her. His face is next to hers and he kisses had bites around her neck and ear, making sure she knows how good he makes her fell by grunting and moaning right into her ear. It makes that pulsing in her core worse, and he seems to notice.

"Yeah, you like that?" He groans, kissing her soft skin right behind the ear.

"Mmmhmm," she hums, voice vibrating with the bumping of their bodies. Doing her best to keep silent, afraid that one of her guards suddenly decides to check up on her.

"Let me hear you, use your words," he breathes, flexing the fingers around her throat and biting her shoulder.

"Fuck-" her knuckles and nails take turns in destroying her desk, scratching and denting the expensive wood grain. "I like making you, mmh . . . feel good." She manages, words stuttering between thrusts.

He gently pulls on her ear with his teeth. "Good," he whispers, then releases her throat and places his hand on the back of her neck, pushing her against the desktop.

Slap. His hands comes down on her ass, then gripping the plump flesh hard to lessen some of the stinging. A jolt of electricity shoots through her and her insides clench arouns him.

Jayce whimpers from the sudden, godlike pleasure. "Wanna hear you, honey, don't be shy." His hand comes down again, harder this time.

She squeezes around him, nerves on fire as she feels her second climax building up inside her. She moans as tears run down her face, happy pleasurable tears only Jayce has been able to produce.

"That's it . . ." He slaps her ass a third time, and the wall inside her core crumbles. With a whimper, she comes. "You did so good, lovely, im almost there," he assures her. Tears stream down her face as his thrusts grow irregular, but continues to pleasure her body. "Fuck," she cries, squirming from the drawn out orgasm. One hand holds her steady at the hip while the other slides up her back, rubbing her tender body until he brushes away stray hair from her profile.

"Hold on a little longer, just breathe, baby," he comforts her, such a stark contrast to the rough thrusts he's been dealing her body. Her fingers are jittery from the overstimulation, they ached to touch him, pull his hair, anything. But she can not reach, so she presses her palms against the table to keep them occupied.

As he sees her tear streaked face, one last blow lands on her ass and he too, comes. He collapses on top of her, they attempt to regain their strength as their sweaty bodies lie flush against eachother.

After a few moments of breathing heavily together, Jayce wraps an arm around her torso and splays his hand over her rips, pulling her with him as he straightens out.

Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and turns around. Hands finding his face, guiding her lips to his.

"Please look at me, my beautiful girl. Look at me," he pleads, murmuring the words against her lips.

She opens her eyes and his breath hitches. Yellow, brown irises meet her won. They're the exact same ones she knew not too long ago. Except . . . Haunted.

His fingers brush along her cheek, jaw and down her throat. She winces at the soft touch and his brows furrow in confusion.

Capturing her chin, he tilts her head back.

"It's fine, I'm fine," she whispers, assuring him as she sees his expression. Pure shock animates them.

"I don't-" his fingers trace the red marks running around her throat and tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes. "Im so sorry." He falls to his knees, hands resting against her chins as he hides his face between them. "I don't know-" he chokes and kisses her legs with remorse. He pecks her delicately, trailing his lips over her knees and up her thighs, hands following behind, tracing the outside of her legs until they reach her waist and encircle her. He hugs her tightly, knees sore against the hard wood. "Im not right," he breathes, head lulling into her lap. She can feel wetness coating her skin, running between her thighs.

She exhales heavily and slides down the desk until the hard wooden floor welcomes her thighs.

They stay like this for a good long while, she's in no rush and neither is he. Over and over again, her fingers comb through his overgrown and unpreened hair while the sensation of his seed drips out of her. Sharp nails gently scratch at the nape of his neck, they trace his bonestructure and play with its halls and valleys. The back of her fingers caress the length of his nose and sharpness of his cheekbone.

All the while Jayce lays wordless, occasionally squeezing her thighs, her hips. Occasionally trailing featherlight touches along her legs, watching with wonder how goosebumps rise and fall.

She chuckles beneath her breath. It's the same expression he used to get when making progress in the lap, just like when they first cracked the hextech runes. "Jayce," she says, attempting to grab his attention.

Crouching beneath her, he looks up from her lap, chin resting on the softness of her flesh. His face glistens and eyes plead. He looks at her with fatigue, wordlessly asking for her forgiveness.

"What happened?" She asks, her voice soft but words demanding. She's not getting dersuled this time, she needs answers.

He shakes his head, reluctantly drawing his lips into a thin line as he breaks away from her gaze.

Her eyebrows twist together. "What have you done?" She asks, anger laces her tone now. But he closes his eyes, the corners of his eyes gleaming again. The fingers burried in his hair curl into a fist and she pulls his head back, forcing him look at her. "What. Have. You. Done?"

His eyes shift between hers, uncertain, unwilling. "He's gone . . . " He begins. "I had to, I had to–the hexcore, it was poisoning him, spreading like a disease." His voice is coarse. "I had to stop him, there was no other choice."

Her eyes grow. Viktor . . . Gone? She could only assume when Jayce suddenly pays her a visit, but never dared believe.

"I never ment to leave you," he says, hand reaching out to grab her waist. "You have to believe me." He rouches the fabric at the waist, white knuckling it out of desperation for an ounce of u derstanding. "Hextech isnt what we thought it was, not anymore. Viktor couldnt see it, he was infecting the undercity, it would've spread to Piltover, the rest of the world if I didn't stop him."

She shakes her head in disbelief. "But he was saving them, freeing them of shimmer."

"No . . . they weren't themselves anymore. I've been away, lost. I've seen–" She waits for him to continue, but he doesn't. "The hexcore mutates them, changes them. I had to stop him. It, the core."

Her eyes drift the Jayce's hammer posted by the door. "Like your hammer?" She studies the now misshapen weapon, once crafted with obsessive precision. Her eyes drift lower along the neck and over its face, blood splatter.

She looks away, closing her eyes to recollect herself. Remembering to strongly the smell of blood Jayce had arrived with.

"Yes," he says. "Like I did." His hand reaches up to loosely cup her face. She notices how the crystal from his old bracelet has fused with his skin. Her fingers run along his arm and slides along the crystal, feeling it, inspecting it. "I didn't chose this," he murmurs. "I didn't chose to leave you . . . I love you." His hand falls back to his side.

She's taken aback. Its not something they've said before, not while still partners, not before all of, this . . . But despite herself, she believes him. They were colleagues for a long time and affection had always kept them together. He wouldn't hurt Viktor without reason.

With hooded eyes and parted lips, he studies her, waiting for her judgement.

"You had to," she nods, seamingly decided.

Relief and disappointment floods his face all at once. He'd expected an 'I love you' back.

She leans in, kissing him for the first time since he disappeared. Finally reunited. "We'll get through this, ok?" her voice is uncertain, what's happened has not been fully processed.

"Ok," he agrees and straightens his back, carefully placing small kisses along her abdomen as he does so, afraid he'll scare her away. "I've missed you so damn much." He levels his head with hers, meeting her gaze head on.

"I've missed you too," she responds. "But I need you now, Jayce. Can you do that for me?" She places a soft kiss on his lips.

"Certainly," he murmurs against them.

She stands, slinding his hand into hers and leads him to the bed. With his back to the bed, she places her hands on his chest and pushes him into sitting at the edge of the bed.

One leg over the other, she straddles him, standing on her knees so he has to look up at her. His she brushes the hair away from his eyes and lowers her lips to ghost over his. Their scared and quivering, needy to be on hers.

His hands slide up her sides and curves around her back, coming to rest in the arch above her ass. Gently, he massages circles into her skin, tickling her intentionaly.

She squirms beneath his touch, luring a satisfied grin from him. "You look good like this." Her fingers run through his beard, tracing his new scars. "Dangerous." Reaching down between them and into his pants, she pulls Jayce's member free and lowers herself just enough to tease his tip.

With a hiss, he locks his thumb over her hipbones and wanting to guide her onto him.

She shakes her head, a smirk playing in the corner of her lips. "My turn," she whispers and pull the straps of her dress down, letting it gather at her hips. Jayce's eyes immeidetly fall as his hands slide up her ribs with a specific destination in mind. "Dont touch," she warns. "Now look at me, Jayce." Her chest is inches from his face, but unallowed to look and unable to touch, his eyes appear like that of a wounded stag.

Her nimble fingers work on the buttons of his shirt and quickly slides it off of his shoulders. "Ive missed this," she purs, dragging a finger down his torso, her nail leaving a white scratched up mark behind it. "But this is new," she refers to the chest hair she's never seen before. "I like that, too." Her lips meet his jaw as she leaves kisses all the way down to his collarbone and shoulder. Her continues down his abdomen and below his v-line, then there's a sharp intake of breath as she stokes his member, circling the leaking pre-cum around his tip.

"Devil woman," he groans, but there's a twisted smile to his lips.

She returns it and takes a step back, letting the dress fall completely as if wanting to prove his point and oh, how she revels in the desperation on his face.

Her gaze fixes on his hands, clenching and unclencing in his lap, knuckles white from the strain. She bites her lip. "You look good like this," she repeats. "All, fallen apart . . . " She steps closer, placing herself between his legs. "Bloody and broken."

Never has he taken his eyes off of hers, and as she lowers herself onto his lap once more, she finds his member and lines him up. And finally, she sinks onto his thick inches. Still, he does not touch her. There is only a desperate whimper leaving his lips at the much needed pressure. Obedient, or respcetful? Either way, he deserves his praise. "Good boy. Now, touch me," she whispers and topple them over.

He twitches inside her at the words, but before she can react he's upon her. Fitting one breast into his mouth and the other in his hand, he licks and spits and squeezes. Sucking the entierty of her tender, plush flesh into his mouth.

"Ooh," she braces herself, strings of pleasure and heavy breaths return to them. "You liked that didn't you, pretty boy?" All she gets in response is humming between the lewd, obscene slurping.

Alright, then. Putting a hand on his chest for support, she begins to move, rocking back and forth just watching his expression of pleased torture.

Moving his hands to her hips, lips tear free from her breast for some much needed air, only to replace them upon her lips and kiss her with fervour.

She sits up, getting a better vantage and he follows not long thereafter. Unable to sit by and let her do the work. Leaning back on one hand and wrapping the other around her back, he helps her rut against him while he can't softly thrust up to meet her. "Fuck me- Jayce . . . " She gasps, hardly able to get enough air to moan.

He grins against her lips, sharing their breaths. "You liked that didn't you, pretty girl?" He mocks her.

She laughs breathlessly and digs her nails into his biceps. "Naughty," she murmurs and bites his lip, drawing blood. Again, she feels his member twitch amidst all the rocking between them. Their eyes meet and share a knowing glance. She cocks an eyebrow, he blushes. "That's what I thought," she smirks. It's her win, for now.

Unable to let it slide, Jayce takes the reigns. Flipping them over, he pins her beneath him without missing a single thrust. Amidst the confusion, he interlocks their fingers and pulls her arms above her head, stretching her out and limiting her movement.

She squirms against his restrains, testing the limits but he's rock solid. With her legs around his waist, he thrust perfectly into her and she cant help but roll her hips. She can feel the knot tightening in her core and she furrows her brows with displeasure. Missionary always did her in, he'll win. "Unfair," she moans, throwing her head back as waves of pleasure wash over her with every movement of his hips.

He moves one pair of their locked hands down so ha can stroke her throat with his thumb, placing soft kisses on the damage he caused.

His tenderness alone could cause her to crumble. "Put your back into it at least," she whines, realising she only had her pettiness left. Being beneath him, in his control feels way better than any win she could earn.

A breathless chuckle leaves him. "Yes, ma'am," he grunts, releases her and pulls out before he hooks her legs over his shoulders and thrusts back in. Hands finally free, she cups his face and pulls him in for a kiss concealing the cries bubbling up in her throat. For as it stands, he moves expertly and he's deeper–better than any man ever has been. "Fuck me-"

He smirks. "Tell me I'm good, again . . . " Shes uncertain if this is his ego talking or- "Please, please tell me im good," he whimpers, kissing her inbetween every word.

Without warning her third orgasm washes over her, back arching and nails digging into Jayce's cheeks. "You're so good to me," she sobs. "Such a good boy."

His thrusts falter and then he too, comes. Filling her with his seed, once again.

With shaking limbs he falls to her side, one arm draped over her chest. Both breathing heavily as they regain their senses.

"You win," ge admits and kisses her temple.

Yes she does. "I love you, too," she smiles, heart and teeth achingly sweet.