#guilty year end stage

[5hinee4ever]

Hi guys, it’s me again.

I’m the person who made the “if you don’t support this respect Taemin thing you don’t care about Jonghyun” post last week.

I’ve since deleted the post because I thought it was really harsh and unnecessary and I was using words to get people to see my point, but I was angry.

What I wanted people to take away from that post is that Jonghyun would want us to challenge the K-pop industry and not be complacent with it, and saying “Taemin won’t be promoted because that’s just how the industry is” is complacency, and that if Jonghyun was here he would likely vouch for Taemin to get his year end stage, although I don’t know if the outcome would be any different. Guilty may not even exist. Things would be different if he was here but he isn’t.

It’s more about the fact that some non-Shawols took what happened and made it tragedy p0rn which is 100% not ok. However I see a lot of Shawols in defense to this spreading toxic positivity and almost shutting down people when they say they miss him or whatever, and most people only want to focus on cute and funny moments or his talent and not difficult topics.

We KNOW Taemin has struggles with anxiety and depression whether or not he wants to tell us this. The Taemin hashtags came out a day after I saw Holland’s post about wanting to leave the industry and I was just thinking about how closed-minded, homophobic, and static it is. I don’t know whether or not Taemin is queer himself, but he is definitely the target of some anti-queer ideologies because of how he dresses and presents.

I also genuinely believe that SM doesn’t promote his more “challenging” comebacks like “Guilty” because they don’t want to own up to their own mistakes in how they they failed to protect their young idols from harassment. There are many variety show clips of an underage Taemin being jokingly flirted with or hit on by older men and Jonghyun was the only one who seemed to try to do something. I am NOT saying the others didn’t care, I’m sure they were in an awkward position and didn’t know what to say. Key was laughing awkwardly in some of the clips I don’t think he found it funny, he was just trying to ease social tension or it was a nervous laugh. But I guess my point is a lot of people would be afraid to say something to put their careers at risk but Jonghyun gave the guy a warning.

I guess my point was that that we shouldn’t only remember Jonghyun as an amazing singer and artist and a sweet and funny person but also an activist, and one of the only people in the industry at the time to talk about mental health, LGBTQ, and women’s’ issues. But in addition to all that he was also Taemin’s biggest fan and would 100 vouch for him to have better opportunities in a case like this. I felt that saying Taemin won’t get promoted on these shows and we shouldn’t trend hashtags was disrespectful to both Taemin and Jonghyun.

But saying that “you don’t care about Jonghyun” is wrong. Some of you don’t, some of you who aren’t Shawols and don’t get it, and some of you who claim to be Shawols but miss the damn point all the time, or they only care about keeping an image intact. But I can’t say that everyone who disagrees with my way of helping Taemin is unsupportive or doesn’t care. I know hashtags and screaming into the void can come off as pointless or stupid. But I am autistic and have a very strong internal sense of justice, and I got angry and tried to keep spreading the tags to try to help. It didn’t matter because at that point all shows were scheduled. I also feel so helpless in the general state of the world, going on with my life when people are killed in wars and famine and how society feels like it is crumbling. I took hold of something I thought I could have some sway over and did it.

I want to make a formal apology to anyone I hurt with my words. There is no excuse for saying what I said, even if it may apply to some people, it may also reach others who were hurt.

Taemin just posted on Bubble that Yeonjun “relieved him of his sorrow” according to Google Translate, and someone in my group chat translated it to say basically that Yeonjun fulfilled his desire. So I think we can say Taemin is satisfied with Yeonjun’s performance despite him still probably preferring to do it himself. As a Moa, SHINee and TXT have a lot of mutual respect for each other and this is not the first time I’ve seen our fandoms going head to head, like with the light stick thing back in 2020, which was quite frankly stupid. I’m sure Taemin would have preferred to perform himself but he seems satisfied with Yeonjun’s performance and what’s done is done.

I now want to ask you to PLEASE not harass Yeonjun or Kiss of Life for the performance. If you want to get angry at anyone, you can get angry at SM or Golden Disc, but my “conspiracy” about his promotions isn’t even confirmed. It could be a simple business thing where they got fourth gen idols to get more views. The ship on this has sailed, and I’m seeing people still pissed and trying to trend the hashtags.

You should want him to get better promos and you should want the industry to face some of its glaring issues, like debuting such young minors, which Taemin addressed his own experience in Guilty…SM doesn’t want to talk about Taemin or Krystal or Sulli and the fact that Min Hee Jin is still in the industry says a LOT, it’s not only an SM problem but industry-wide.

But this particular issue is over, and we don’t need to discuss it anymore and start fights about it, since Taemin himself said he was satisfied with Yeonjun’s performance.

I want to add one additional note to the people who said that we were infantilize Taemin or treating him as helpless with these hashtags. I respectfully disagree, and believe that Taemin has and will continue to achieve a lot on his own, but having a strong support network is good for adults too, and fans should help artists achieve their goals especially when they are subverting industry norms. Adults also need strong support networks for their mental health, and I’m sure Jonghyun would vouch for that as well, but that doesn’t excuse my wording. All I wanted to do was be a supportive fan but I ended up attacking others. I feel like I need to apologize to Jonghyun too for using him like this.

So my main takeaways are:

1) we should remember ALL aspects of Jonghyun’s life and not ignore his activism or his support of Taemin and we should honor his memory by supporting positive change in the industry and

2) this specific Taemin issue is over, and harassing others over it who disagree with you is not okay, as well as harassing the idols who did the cover.

I just want to say that I will still have the petition for a world tour in my pinned post, and I want to get as many signatures as possible to show Taemin how much support he has and hopefully have it get back to SM as well for them to see the demand. This is one constructive thing we can do for the future. Also I don’t usually say this, but stream stream stream. I don’t support streaming culture on the whole, but Guilty MV really needs it and the song is so good I’m playing it on repeat anyway.

Again, I’m sorry if I hurt anyone, and I thank you for your patience.

-Riah

[sellulu]

231225 Taemin IG Live

[steviescrystals]

i seriously need to get a new job and start making money again asap bc i cannot keep living at home much longer it’s driving me insane

(wrote an entire essay in the tags without meaning to oops)

[taenuviel]

But when is babygirl gonna perform

[sgt-tombstone]

civilian au where Ghost is a drummer who regularly plays with his band at a small club; it’s dark and small and loud and he loves it. Being on drums lets him stay out of the spotlight while still working as a team, acting as the beating heart of the band. He occasionally has solos, but he’s perfectly happy as the underlying pulse. He keeps his signature mask on during performances, adding to his mystery and, unbeknownst to him, his allure.

Johnny works as a bartender and drink runner at the bar at the back of the club, affording him a perfect view of the stage and, coincidentally, the hot drummer that plays every other weekend. He stays too busy to really gawk, but he spares every glance he can, often catching the drummer’s eye as he weaves through the room with a drink tray held high or a shaker in his hands. His fellow bartender, Gaz, makes fun of him ceaselessly, but he couldn’t care less.

The club has a lot of regulars, to the point where Johnny knows a lot of orders by heart, knows what “the regular” means to a lot of patrons, which is how he instantly clocks the newcomer. He’s tall and broad and blond, with a deeply scarred face and dark brown eyes that are almost hard to see in the dark room. Johnny’s favorite band isn’t playing that night, so he has some attention to spare for the stranger, who seems to zero in on him immediately. Normally, it’d be creepy, but he’s respectful and polite and incredibly attractive, so Johnny plays into it, throwing out a flirty wink with every drink order.

And so it goes; Johnny eyes Ghost from afar and flirts with the stranger—Simon, he learns—whenever he drops by. He never notices the pattern, that Simon never attends the shows that Ghost plays, and a part of him feels guilty for his split attractions, but he never sees either of them ever actually going anywhere, so there’s no harm, right?

And then he watches Ghost step off the stage at the end of one of his performances and make a bee-line for the bar, evidently parched after spending several hours under the hot lights. It’s something he’s never done before; normally, the lead singer or bassist orders drinks for the whole band after their sets. He watches in anticipation as Ghost approaches, only for his jaw to drop and eyes to widen as Ghost pulls off his mask to reveal… Simon. It’s his worlds colliding and he feels like he’s seeing double, but his internal panic lasts only a second before Simon is laughing, obviously deeply enjoying Johnny’s floundering, and then Johnny starts laughing too, because what else can he do?

A lot, as it turns out, because he asks Simon out that night, and they spend the rest of the weekend wandering the city and wrapped in each other’s beds. After that, Ghost’s shows are still Johnny’s favorite, but for a completely different reason. Simon still comes to watch whenever Johnny’s working and he’s not playing, and Johnny’s boss, Price, can never really get too mad when Johnny pays for attention to Simon than the rest of their patrons, especially when Ghost proposes on stage after one of his performances a year later

[no-144444]

Hi! I love your work and I was wondering if you could do 💜 with max? Like they've been secretly dating for a few years and he wins world champion and just kisses reader before he gets on the podium and everyone is shocked

thank you! ily girl

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congratulations- m.verstappen (no.1/no.33)

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summary: max shows the whole world something new after his fourth world championship win.

pairing: max verstappen (no.1/no.33) x publicist! fem! reader

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Max was a four-time World Champion. This season had been difficult, but you’d been with him, standing through it all (even if you weren’t shown to the public). He loved you so much, and he owed everything to you. You were his motivation, his drive. You made him want to be better, not because he had to win, but because he wanted to. You’d shown him love, real, true love. You’d shown him that love wasn’t conditional on his performance in the car, that you loved him for who he was. You’d shown him that him not being number 1 wasn’t the end of the world. You’d helped him unlearn all the bullshit his dad had put in his head all those years ago. 

God, he loved you so fucking much. 

As he jumped out of the car, his team cheered, but all he wanted was you. Was it a conflict of interest to date your client as a publicist? Maybe. Did either of you care? Nope. 

He rushed over to the gate, the team ready with their arms open, but he wanted you. He celebrated as he searched the crowd for you, but he couldn’t see you. Before he knew it, he was being whisked away by reporters, and you weren’t by his side. Weird. 

He answered all the stupid questions they wanted him to, giving manicured answers you’d gone over with him last night, and smiled at all the cameras they asked him to. And he still didn’t see you. Strange. 

It finally came time for the podium, and just before he walked out onto the terrace, he felt someone grab onto his race suit around his waist. He followed the hand he knew so well, and there you were. Ina beautiful navy dress with your hair back, and a guilty smile on your face. 

“And where have you been?” he chuckled, holding you closer with his hands around your waist. 

“I had to grab something,” you shrugged. 

“And what might that be?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

“Your gift, duh,” you jokingly rolled your eyes. “Open it.”

You handed him over a small gift box and he smiled as he started to open it. Inside was a beautiful silver bracelet with your initials on it and a message that read “love you forever, your y/n.”

And he could’ve cried right then and there. He looked up at your expectant eyes and chuckled. “I love you so much.”

You smiled back and pressed your lips to his cheek, hugging him close for one moment more. “You’d better go-”

And with that, Max grabbed your hand and practically dragged you onto the stage with him, kissing you in front of millions. You stood there shocked for a few seconds, then kissed him back, smiling as his arms wrapped around you. 

You pulled away chuckling and ran back inside, half giddy, and half thinking about how to explain this to Christian. Oh well, maybe you’d leave that part up to Max.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for scamming my ex out of an extremely valuable virtual pet?

🐓🥤to recognize. This might be a very long post with a lot of added context for a very niche hobby and a very small actual conflict.

I religiously play a virtual pet site called Chicken Smoothie. It's a pretty old site as far as virtual pet games go, starting back in 2008, so there is a pretty solid established site economy. Just for some context, Every pet on the site has a rarity, ranging from "OMG So Common" to "OMG So Rare", being the most common and most rare respectively. But there are rarities within those rarities, where some OMGSRs can be worth more than others based on species and demand. For example, an OMGSR dog from 2008 will be worth more than an OMGSR rat from 2008 despite being the same highest rarity and year, because people prefer the dogs over rats. These pets can get extremely valuable. You can't sell them for real money (according to site rules, but of course there's a black market), but the site has its own virtual currency you can buy (with real money) and trade for called Chicken Dollars, and you can also trade a valuable pet for other valuable pets. It gets very complicated, with the community coming up with its own set of value terms each pet can have. I'm not getting into specifics there, that's not important.

Every year, on December 18th, CS has gift boxes you can adopt from. These gift boxes can contain any rare pet from any previous year, including special "Unreleased pets" that you can only get from these Dec 18th boxes, with a very slim chance. These unreleased pets are some of the most valuable and rarest in the game.

Recently, I had seen my ex posting on the forums. I didn't know he had an account, he had made it within this year, long after I got the fuck away from him, and I only knew it was him because he uses the same username everywhere. This person had groomed me, physically abused me when we were together (we no longer live anywhere near each other, thankfully) and has always been emotionally manipulative. He does not know I play, and he wouldn't recognize my account as me. I took a note of his account and left it be for a while, until December 18th hit and I took a peek at what he had got. And what he got was one of the new Unreleased pets, which currently at the time of writing this only looks like a box of cereal. (Most pets on the site have growth stages.) And even better, all his groups were open for trade, so I took a chance and sent an extremely terrible trade. I told him that this pet would only be a recent rare, and I offered him a "Very Rare" rarity (but not very valuable) pet from 2018, telling him I was overpaying. (In the CS community, this is known as Ninjaing, and it's Not A Good Thing To Do). I didn't expect him to accept it, I at least thought he'd be smart enough to ask in the trade advice thread that is literally pinned on the home page for December 18th, but he didn't. He took my word for it and accepted the trade, and now I own an unreleased pet that will eventually end up as an OMGSR.

What I did was not a bannable offence. He will not get his unreleased pet back. The CS mods are laughable at worst, incompetent at best, and don't do anything to stop scamming. They have an "eh, sucks to be you, sorry, be smarter next time" mentality when people get scammed (Which is insane because there are literal single digit aged children allowed on this site!!!)

After taking a bit to think about it, I do feel a bit guilty because I really would not do this in any other circumstances. I hate scamming. I did what I did out of anger and contempt, and I do feel a bit guilty because in essence, I scammed a new player that didn't have much else and didn't know any better.

I'm still keeping that unreleased cereal box no matter what though

What are these acronyms?

[mysunshinetemptress]

Call Your Mom

Leah Williamson x reader

Warnings: talks of suicide please please know you are never alone

Tears streamed down your face, blurring the already distorted image in the mirror. It had been years since the suffocating darkness of suicidal thoughts had threatened to consume her. Back then, Leah had been your anchor, your lighthouse guiding you back to the shore. But lately, with the weight of the loan to Manchester City pressing down on you, a familiar coldness had begun to seep back in. The vibrant colours of your recent success with Man City seemed to have drained away, replaced by a suffocating grey.

you had convinced yourself it was just the stress of the new environment, a temporary blip. But tonight, the blip had morphed into a monstrous wave threatening to pull you under. The once vibrant colours of your apartment seemed muted, the silence deafening. The thought of reaching out to Leah, of tarnishing the happiness you'd built together, felt unbearable.

But as the racing thoughts spiraled, each one darker than the last, the fear became a raw, primal instinct.  Tears pricked at your eyes, blurring the digital clock on the nightstand. 3:12 am. Shame burned in your gut. How could she be feeling this way again, after all, Leah had done to pull her back from the brink .

 Leah's voice, even thick with sleep, was a lifeline.

You fumbled for your phone, the familiar warmth of the screen offering a flicker of comfort. Leah's name on the contact list taunted you. Reaching out felt like a betrayal, a regression. Yet, the darkness whispered terrifying thoughts, a relentless chorus you couldn't seem to silence.

With a shaky hand, you hit call. One ring. Two. Three. Just as you considered hanging up, Leah's drowsy voice filled the silence, even thick with sleep,  it was a lifeline.

"Y/n? Everything alright?"

You sucked in a breath unable to answer.

"Baby? Hey, what's wrong?" Leah's concern, though muffled by distance, sliced through the fog of despair. Shame threatened to choke you, but the words tumbled out, ragged and desperate. Leah listened patiently, her voice a soothing balm even across the miles.

"Stay on the phone, babe. I'm on my way."

You choked out a protest. "No, Le, it's too late, you..."

"Don't argue," Leah interrupted gently. "Four hours. I'll be there."

There was a brief moment of silence on the other end of the phone that was deafening. You squeezed your eyes shut, tears leaking past your lashes. "Le? Are....Are you still there?" you croaked, your voice thick with despair.

"Always," came Leah's unwavering reply, even through the static of the phone call. "Don't you even think about hanging up."

You knew Leah could hear the tremor in your voice, the raw vulnerability that sliced through years of carefully constructed walls. The move to Manchester had felt like a fresh start, a chance to prove yourself on a bigger stage away from the stacked bench of Arsenal. But the pressure had become a suffocating weight, and the initial excitement had morphed into a suffocating loneliness.

"It's stupid," You mumbled beginning to pick at the skin around your fingernails, hating the pathetic sound of your own voice. "I thought I was past this. But it just…it hit me tonight."

The four-hour drive was an agonizing eternity for both of you. You paced the apartment restlessly, the phone pressed tight to your ear, the silence punctuated by Leah's gentle reassurances and the rhythmic hum of the engine in the background.

The guilt gnawed at You as you began to feel guilty for calling Leah so late. "Leah, you don't have to do this," you whispered, your voice hoarse. "It's just me being a mess.....I'll.....I'll get over it."

"No," Leah's voice came resolute through the speaker. "This isn't just you. You're not alone in this, i'm not letting you do this alone not tonight not ever."

The dam broke then. You confessed everything - the creeping despair, the fear of disappointing your Mom,  god your mom was the only one you had growing up and the only child to a single parent, she had sacrificed everything for you and now here you were wanting to end the life she had given you, the life she had sacrificed so so much for."Oh my god Le, My Mom I don't...I can't" Leah listened without judgment, her unwavering support a beacon in the storm.

"She'd be disappointed," You mumbled, "that I'm not... stronger."

You choked back a sob. the thought of dragging Leah into it was unbearable, of your Mom "I can't let Mom know," you whispered, your voice tight with fear. "She thinks I'm… I'm better now. She'd be so disappointed.....Le she...she gave up everything and I...oh god...I just want to through it all away." Leah didn't know what to do.

"Y/n," Leah said, her voice firm, "being strong doesn't mean bottling things up. It means reaching out for help when you need it. We'll face this together, okay?"

You shook your head unable to answer.

Leah sighed, the sound travelling through the phone line. "Your mom would want you to be happy and healthy, Y/n. She would understand you can't keep this bottled up it won't help. I'll call her, I'll explain everything and I already know she will be so proud you called me instead of struggling alone ok, so hold on and I'll call your mom ?"

The suggestion hung in the air. The thought of facing your mother's concern, of potentially shattering the fragile image of your recovery, terrified you. But the alternative - the terrifying chasm of despair that had threatened to engulf you - was even scarier.

Taking a shaky breath, You finally conceded. "Please," You whispered, the first flicker of hope igniting in your chest. "Please can you call her?"

Leah sighed in relief sipping in "Of course baby, as soon as I get to you I'll call her ok?" You let out a hum letting Leah know you heard her.

Through the night, Leah's voice became a lifeline. You talked for hours, about everything and nothing, about the weather in Manchester, Leah's upcoming game, and the silly things you both used to laugh about back in your younger days. With each passing minute, the frantic edge in your voice softened. The dawn broke just as you finished reminiscing about a particularly chaotic prank you'd pulled on a teammate in your youth.

Exhausted but with a fragile sense of calm settling over you, you looked at the phone screen. Leah's location showed she was somewhere near Birmingham now.

"Leah," You began, a nervous tremor in your voice, "you really don't have to come all this way."

"Nonsense," Leah interrupted, her voice full of determination. "I wouldn't be anywhere else. I told you we'll face this together, okay?"

By the time Leah arrived, the first rays of dawn were painting the sky a soft pink. Relief washed over you as you pulled Leah tightly into a hug, the familiar scent of your girlfriend a potent reminder of the love and support that still surrounded you.

"We'll get through this together," Leah whispered, her arms wrapped securely around You, slightly scared to let you go. "Come on let's get you to bed and then I'll call your mom," she added, her voice firm.

[stuckinapril]

what red flags should i look for in a man?

I actually feel like I’m a good person to ask this question, not bc I’ve had a long healthy relationship or anything, but bc I’ve humored walking red flags way more than I should’ve lmao. Btw this list doesn’t go for just men. It can apply to man, woman, or any human being across the board. Ok so:

When someone tells you they’re not ready for a relationship, BELIEVE THEM. Idc what the reason is. Idc if it’s bc they aren’t that into you or if they have shit going on. They just told u straight up. Appreciate that and just leave. Please. For me.

Piggybacking off that point—listen to people when they tell you who they are in general!!! This was a major 2023 lesson for me. People self-report all the time, whether it be friends or romantic interests. Most people are legitimately incapable of hiding who they really are. Pay attention. Do not ignore the signs, however small. I could’ve saved myself so much trouble if I didn’t just pretend Not to See.

Not consoling you when you need it because “they’re not good with emotions.” This is just an excuse for being lazy. They just don’t wanna put the work into being there for you properly—especially if you’ve already gone through the trouble of communicating this to them.

People who talk the talk but don’t walk the walk. Actions over words. Actions over words always.

Fuck overextended talking stages. If you wanna know more about me, let’s plan something in person. Otherwise you run the risk of getting attached to someone who’s possibly nothing like how they actually are in front of you.

If you’re having to “communicate” extensively with a person like a month in, as in there are lots of miscommunications and misunderstandings and things you don’t like about them or they don’t like about you, I’d probably just drop it. I learned this the hard way last year after burning through a lot of friendships where I found that we didn’t know each other that long at all, but there was already a plethora of problems to work through. This can apply to relationships just as well. If you’re asking a person to change this early in, or they’re asking you to change this early in, it’s probably just not a match.

Mostly talking about themselves. Not asking you anything about yourself in return. Ew.

It takes months to actually know a person’s true nature. That’s typically around the time people start showing their true colors. Ik a lot of people choose to commit like a month in, so just take that as u will.

Fucking competing with you. People who’re incapable of just being happy for other people without inserting themselves into it are insufferable. Immediate next.

This isn’t conscious behavior, and all of us are guilty of it, but people have an innate habit of taking advantage of your fantasies. If they know you’re desperate for their attention, they’ll get lazy (even if they don’t realize it). If they know they’re the object of your desire, they will leverage that to get your benefits without putting in the work. This is like playing cards and immediately showing someone your hand. Do not do that. This isn’t “playing hard to get”—it’s just guarding yourself until you’re sure you can trust the other person.

Not always the case, but a lot of times the way someone’s last relationship ended is pretty telling for how yours will go. ESPECIALLY if they’re not at all remorseful about how the last one went down, lol. You’re not the exception.

People are busy and taking a while to respond is O.K., but if it’s a continuous pattern of them taking forever to reply, it’s probably just a matter of priorities (and you’re not theirs). Sorry.

Pls take the ego out of the talking stage and recognize that love bombing is not flattering. I’ve reprogrammed my brain to where any time someone is doing way too much like three seconds in, I get the ick. I’ve legit dropped guys over this. It’s such a red flag to me. They either don’t have a life, or just are a natural love bomber (who will overwhelm you w compliments and attention only to fizzle out just as quickly), or they know exactly what they’re doing and they’re playing to your ego. Whichever it is, ick. Big ick.

The way they talk about other people is a major tell. This goes for friends and romantic interests. I think a bit of gossip will always be unavoidable, but if someone is liberally trash-talking other people—ESPECIALLY EX-FRIENDS OR EX-PARTNERS—you could literally be next. Anyone who thrives off badmouthing other people / hating on others / just generally not giving others grace doesn’t have exceptions. You’re their focus for now. It could just as easily be you tomorrow.

[katiemccabeswife]

Can we get a part 2 for selflessness where Leah and yn adopt v and her sister? Please I absolutely loved your work

Princess Spider-man (Leah Williamson x FosterMum!Reader)

Selflessness Pt.2, you get to adopt your now daughters and to avoid an unnecessary tantrum, Vienna gets to be adopted as Princess Spiderman + Leah takes you on a date and takes your breath away.

i cried writing this 🤪

You had Lilah sitting in the sink so she couldn't wriggle around while you were doing her hair when you heard the slapping of little feet running along the hardwood floors, "No running on the hard floors V! C'mon we've talked about this," Leah yelled out to the 5-year-old in exasperation.

You turned to the door, making sure to keep a hold of Lilah, when you saw Vienna pop around the corner, "Oh!" You said surprised.

"Mummy, I princess spiderman!" Today was the day you and Leah were officially going to adopt Vienna and Lilah. After a month of them staying with you the chances of their Dad regaining custody of the girls were slim to none and both of them had formed a strong relationship with not only yourself but Leah as well.

Your heart still warmed when either girl called you Mummy, the night Vienna had called out to you using Mummy you hadn't fully registered it until the second time. That night you cried to Leah about it and it was also that night that you knew you had to adopt the girls. It wasn't long until Lilah had caught on and started calling you Mummy as well and it was only a short period of time after that, that the both of them started calling Leah Mama.

When going through the necessary classes and checks required for adoption, which Leah participated in as well, you and Leah had decided that it was in the best interest of the girls if she moved in with you. Logistically it was a great idea, Leah spent almost all of her time at your house anyway and it was bigger than hers. The night after the conversation was held, Leah was moved in by the girls' bedtime.

You looked up at Leah who was now behind Vienna with her hands on her shoulders. She gave you a guilty look and shrugged. You smiled widely at the 5-year-old, " You most certainly are! And aren't you just beautiful? Are we sure we're going to wear that today?" You tried to get her to change her mind but she had taken on Leah's stubbornness in the month you had all been living together.

Vienna crossed her arms, "Yes! Mama said I had to wear my best outfit and this is my best outfit," She answered as if it was common knowledge.

You nodded in agreement knowing that arguing with her would only end in a tantrum, "Alrighty then! Now, do you want me to do your hair or do you want Mama to do your hair?" You asked as you finished up Lilah's hair and hoisted her on your hip.

Vienna tapped her chin for a moment, "Mummy!" She shot her hands into the air to be lifted onto the sink. You gave Lilah to Leah with a kiss on both of their cheeks before lifting V onto the bathroom bench.

Leah wandered off to finish getting herself ready, taking Lilah with her, "Alright Princess Spiderman are going to do a braid or piggies or bunnies today?" You had found that while Vienna was going through an independent stage, offering different options was the easiest and quickest way to get something done.

She pondered the question for a moment before perking up, "Braid, please!"

"Coming your way, Princess Spiderman!" You took off her mask and tiara and she began to sing as you were braiding her hair. Though when she got quiet you got a little worried, "What you thinking 'bout, V?" You finished tying off the braid and hugged her from behind, looking at her in the mirror.

"Is Mama adpating me and Lyly as well?" You smiled at her mispronunciation.

You shook your head slightly with a small smile on your face, "No she isn't but that doesn't mean that she isn't still gonna be your Mama. Is that ok?"

Vienna shrugged and looked down so you heaved her out of the sink and sat her on the edge of the counter facing you, "I want Mama as well," She mumbled into her chest and you guided her chin up gently.

"Mama and I loved you so much, yeah?" You asked and she meekly nodded her head, "But because Mummy has been taking care of you a bit longer than Mama, only Mummy can adopt you right now. But really, today isn't going to change much, you and Lilah are just going to have my last name and you're definitely going to live with me forever, and ever and ever," You tickled her belly and smiled widely when she laughed, "And hopefully, soon Mama will give me a ring and then she can adopt you and Lilah as well!" Vienna perked up at this and clapped.

"Mama give you a ring now?" She asked hopefully.

You lifted her off the bench and placed her on the floor, "I don't think so, V. Not yet, maybe soon," You guided her back to her bedroom, making sure to grab her mask and tiara. You missed Leah standing at the opposite end of the hallway, having heard the entire conversation, with a smile on her face.

You had walked into the living room in a long white sundress with little blue flowers and fancy heels when you saw Leah in her suit. She was wearing a grey suit with a black bodysuit and she had Lilah on her lap wearing a pink dress with white and blue tassels at the top, "Don't you two look beautiful," You announced yourself to the pair.

"I could say the same for you, my love," She rose from the couch and brought you into a hug before kissing you on the lips.

"What about Vienna?" The 5-year-old asked as she came out of her room, now wearing pink plastic heels.

Leah handed you Lilah and you gave her a quick peck and hugged her into your body, "Wow, darling you look gorgeous! Did you pick that outfit out all by yourself?" Leah questioned.

Vienna spun in a circle at the compliment and curtseyed, "Why yes I did, thank you very much," She ran up to Leah and gave her a big kiss.

Leah lifted her onto her hip and spun around making Vienna laugh, "My beautiful Princess Spiderman," She joked looking towards you as you shook your head in amusement.

V looked at her in judgment, "Umm, I'm not yours yet because you haven't given Mummy a ring," She crossed her arms and Leah looked at you.

You just shrugged your shoulders and picked up your bag and Lilah's baby bag, "Ready to go guys?" You asked ignoring the previous conversation.

"Yes!" Lilah cheered and you cheered back to her.

"Come on V," You held your hand out for the girl who took it excitedly, "Lock up would you please, love?" You smiled cheekily before taking the girls out to the car and getting them situated in their seats.

Once Leah was finished locking up she joined you in the car and quickly turned it on before driving off. She distracted Vienna with her favourite songs before she turned to you, "So you were talking to V about me getting you a ring, yeah?" She asked and rubbed her hand along your thigh.

"Oh, it may have been mentioned in passing. I think I prefer circle-cut diamonds actually," You teased.

"Alright then, I'll get onto that," She turned to look at your shocked face before laughing and turning back to the road and singing along with Vienna to Adele.

When you arrived at the courthouse you quickly briefed both the girls on what was going to happen. Vienna and Lilah had both been very attentive during this talk and seemed to actually be taking in the information you were telling them but as soon as you walked through the doors and saw all Leah’s teammates hanging around, they both squealed, Vienna ran off to Katie and Lilah was flapping her arms in demand to be let down. Once you had put Lilah on her feet she began to toddle over to Vivi.

“Oh my word, is that Princess Spider-man?” Katie exclaimed as she saw Vienna running over to her. When V reached her Katie threw her up in the air, caught her (thankfully) and began to tickle her tummy making the young girl fall into hysterics.

Viv had begun to make her way to where Lilah was waddling, cutting her walk short, and lifted her onto her hip, “Hello, little one,” She greeted. Lilah had been interested in Viv ever since she first met the woman, her calm composure matching her own.

Leah wrapped her arm around your shoulders as you smiled at your girls getting along with Leah’s (and now your) closest friends. You and Leah walked over to where both of your parents were standing and greeted them with warm hugs and hello’s.

Your mum took your cheeks between her hands and her eyes began to tear up, “Oh my little girl is getting so big now,” You shook your head and hit your lip.

“Don’t-” You pointed your finger at her threatening, “Don’t you dare make me cry right now,” Your mum laughed and brought you into a hug.

A set of large doors opened and a woman in a sharp suit and slick hair called out, “Vienna and Lilah Hansen, case 1747, the courthouse is now open and the session will begin in 5 minutes,” I have no idea how court or adoption works…

Leah squeezed your hand tightly and gave you a short passionate kiss before you walked over and grabbed Lilah out of Viv's arms and held Vienna’s hand. You walked to the front of the room where you met your co-worker and the girls’ social worker, Amelia, and greeted her and queued Vienna too as well but she moved to hide behind your legs.

The judge who seemed to be a friendly old man walked into the room and when he spotted Vienna he walked over and bent over, “Is that Spider-Man I see?” He questioned.

Vienna poked her head out from behind you and you gently guided her out with a hand on her back, “I princess spider-man,” She said sheepishly.

The judge straightened, “How could I be so silly,” He held his hand out to shake hers, “Welcome Your Highness, thank you for being a hero,” Vienna shook his hand with a giggle and when she looked at you, you smiled and gasped in wow.

“I’m y/n,” You reached out to shake his hand which he took gently.

“Pleasure to meet you, let’s get this started shall we?” You nodded and took a deep breath before setting the girls with Amelia before heading to the opposite side of the room.

After going through all of the legal crap and a few tears (a lot more than a few) you were up the front of the room in front of the judge's bench, surrounded by friends and family, holding your girls in your arms, wrapped in the arms of the woman you love, smiling for a photo that will forever hang proudly in your entryway for everyone to see.

Everyone had followed you home and there was now a small party being hosted in your house which consisted of half the girls outside playing a mini-game of football with Vienna accompanied by yours and Leah's dads, the other half of the girls sitting in the playroom playing FIFA except for Beth who was helping Lilah cook up a storm in the play kitchen and lastly Leah, you and your mothers were cooking up an actual storm in the real kitchen.

"Leah you have to eat real food, you can't just have potato smilies!' You laughed at Leah's grossed-out face.

"It all looks lovely but I just, I don't like it," The grown woman complained.

Amanda shook her head at her daughter, "Come on now Leah you're starting to sound like Vienna," You and your mother joined in laughing.

Leah dropped her jaw in offence, "I do not," She whined before straightening, hearing how whining and childlike she sounded.

There was a range of food either in the process of being cooked, ready to be cooked or cooling down that ranged from fresh scones (your mother's tradition) to beans with everything in between, even potato smilies.

"At least try something new, Lee," You begged.

Leah looked at you in displeasure, "Maybe," She mumbled when she buried her head into your back.

You moved to stir the mash which Leah had been working on, "Leah why on earth is this so watery?" You questioned.

"I don't know I just followed the recipe, 5 pounds of potatoes, 2 cloves of garlic, 12 cups of milk-" You cut her off with a gasp.

"Oh my god, Leah 1/2 a cup of milk, not 12 cups! That's why we don't have any milk left!" Everyone in the kitchen laughed at Leah's mistake while she stood there scratching the back of her neck, "Right, you pop off to the corner shop and pick up some more milk and potatoes and when you get back you can go off and play with the kiddies alright?" You ordered jokingly.

"Okay," She pulled you into a hug which you reciprocated immediately, "Sorry, love," She mumbled sheepishly.

You patted her on the back before moving her off, "Don't worry about it, now off you go!" You smacked her bum when she turned to leave.

Just after Leah left Kyra ran into the kitchen looking red in the face, "Where's Leah, we need another defender, Katie's being a child," She puffed out.

"Am not!" You heard the Irish woman yell from the backyard.

The day was spent talking and laughing surrounded by your friends and family and when the day was finally coming to a close only a few of the girls were left and both sets of parents had gone home. Vienna was lying sleepily on Katie's chest and Lilah was knocked out on Viv's, you were wrapped in Leah's arms and the day could not have gone better.

2 months later...

"Alright, so everything they need is in their bags and they have both just been fed and napped so they are full of energy for you guys!" You and Leah were going on a date on her day off and you were dropping the girls off to hang out with Viv and Beth for the day. You bent down to Vienna's level, "OK sweetie, behave and be nice, please do as they ask and no be cheeky," You teased and tickled her belly before placing a kiss on her forehead, repeating the action to Lilah who sat contently in Viv's arms, "Goodbye my little chickens," You waved. Leah repeated your actions and gave Vienna a fist bump after whispering in her ear which made the girl giggle.

"Bye guys, thank you so much," You waved to Beth and Viv as you walked towards the car. You buckled yourself in before taking a deep breath and sighing, "I hate leaving them," You pouted at thinking about not being within arms reach of your daughters.

Leah moved her hand to your thigh and rubbed it comfortingly, "Well I'll try my best to make it worth your time then, yeah?" She said jokingly.

You laughed lightly, "Hey, I didn't mean it like that. I love spending time with you, you make every second worthwhile," You picked up her hand from your thigh and gave it a dramatic kiss.

Leah smiled over at you, "Aw you big sap," She followed with a laugh when you pathetically punched her.

"Lilah wouldn't be making fun of me right now," You proclaimed and crossed your arms.

Leah waved her hand in exasperation, "Yeah because she can barely talk, Vienna on the other hand would be making fun of you," She smirked at you.

Your jaw dropped, "Only because you've corrupted my sweet little angel," You placed your conjoined hands over your heart theatrically.

"Oh hunny, she has always been a cheeky little devil," You had to agree with her. Even before the girls had met Leah Vienna had a habit of getting up to mischief.

You both sat in silence as the speakers played your shared playlist mainly consisting of Adele and Taylor Swift until you perked at a sudden thought, "Where are we going?" Not recognising the area you were now in.

Leah smiled over at you cheekily which was almost analogous to Vienna's when she was up to no good, "It's a surprise," She sang and shook your hands slightly.

After half an hour of driving and singing you arrived at an open field covered in lush green grass and as you looked to your left you saw a small pond littered with lily pads and surrounded by bushes.

You looked around and noticed lines of rose bushes and other flowers scattered around the field, "Leah this is... gorgeous!" You said in awe.

"Not more gorgeous than you," She flirted and when you looked back at her she had her head rested against the seat and hearts in her eyes, you couldn't help yourself and quickly pulled her into a deep kiss.

"I love you," You smiled against her mouth as you separated from the kiss.

She pecked your lips once more before you could pull away, "I love you more," She smiled dreamily.

"Impossible," You muttered looking at her in admiration.

After spending a few more minutes looking into each other's eyes and making out you had made it outside and onto the field, Leah had set up a picnic for the two of you and your heart could not be more full.

You helped Leah set out the picnic blanket but left the food in the basket as you begged her to take you on a walk to the pond. She 'begrudgingly' agreed and you held hands while you walked around the stunning water, pointing out the fishes you saw swimming merrily. You were so entranced by the small fishes that you hadn't seen Leah taking multiple photos of you.

Once Leah had complained of being hungry you let her lead you back to the blanket and she pulled out the 'feast' she had bought. The meal contained ham sandwiches (her favourite), scones (courtesy of your mother) and sausage rolls (your favourite) which she had even gone through the effort of putting into an esky bag to keep them warm.

You snacked on the food while lying in the arms of your lover and talked about nothing and everything all at once. You set up the blanket near the roses and once you had moved to retrieve another sausage roll you noticed how beautiful your girlfriend was and couldn't help but take a photo of her in all her glory.

"Oi cheeky, no wonder where V gets it from," She teased.

"That's all you, baby," You held her chin and pulled her into a soft kiss

Once the kiss broke Leah looked behind you before shuffing around "Is that a goose over there? By the pond?" She pointed over towards the pond and you instantly got to your feet wanting to get a look at the goose.

"Leah, are you hallucinating? I can't see any-" You cut yourself off as you turned around and saw Leah on one knee holding an open box in her hands, "Oh you cheeky little shit," You reprimanded before cupping your mouth with your hands.

Leah laughed at your reaction and cleared her throat, "Y/N, ever since I met you in that Tesco's covered in tears and snot with a beautiful bird's nest on your head, I knew that I wanted to be with you. I wanted to love you and hold you and I knew that wanted to grow old with you." You were both crying and Leah was now holding one of your hands in hers, "I really wasn't supposed to be eating those Oreos and you probably saved me a grilling from Kim, so thank you for that. I remember how scared you were when you first brought V and Lil to one of my games and how I would react and I want you to know that I was never mad or angry I was actually enamoured at how beautiful you looked with two children on your hips and how effortless you made looking after them look." You had fallen onto your knees and Leah's hand was now gently wiping the tears away from your cheeks, "I want to thank you so much for letting me into their lives and your home and letting me help raise them and I'm so thankful that you let me hang out with your daughters cause they are seriously the coolest kids around. I'm serious-" You both laughed at the proclamation, "I can tell you with no doubt that I'd rather hang out with you and them than anyone else in the world and I would be the happiest woman in the world. I want to help you raise your girls to be powerful, strong women and I want to grow old with you. So, y/n y/m/n/ y/l/n, would you marry me?" There were so many tears between the two of you that you weren't sure if she had seen you nod or if she could work out what you had said through the heavy presence of tears in your throat but she had heard you crystal clear.

"Of course I will you idiot,"

Leah lept up from the floor and tackled you into a hug. You went back and forth from hugging and kissing only taking a quick break for Leah to place the ring on your finger and for you to admire the beauty of it. Leah had also surprised you with a similar ring on her finger as she claimed, "It wasn't fair that only you got a nice ring," but you both knew that even if she had asked you to marry her at 3 in the morning covered in blood, sweat and tears, you would have said yes.

You weren't sure how long you had been hugging Leah for and you also weren't sure if you were ever going to let go. You didn't believe you would have if it weren't for a sudden loud screech, "MUMMY!"

You abruptly pulled apart from Leah and held her shoulders between your hands, "You didn't..." Leah just smiled and nodded before pulling you into another passionate kiss.

The kiss was broken when a pair of arms wrapped around your legs, "Did Mama give you the ring?" She asked jumping on the spot in excitement.

You lifted her up into the air and laughed with your daughter, "She did sweetie! Did you put her up to this?" You tickled her belly when she was stationary on your hip.

Vienna nodded excitedly, "Yup!" She turned to look behind you, "And look!" When you turned around you saw Lilah waddling over as fast as she could and Leah quickly went to pick her up. You looked further back and saw Viv and Beth standing with what looked like a professional photographer and as you looked for an extra minute you could see Viv consoling a sobbing Beth.

"You cheeky little devils," You looked between Leah and Vienna before wandering over to Lilah and squished her cheeks gently, "And the little mastermind behind it all," You said jokingly which made all three of your girls laugh.

Vienna wriggled out of your arms and tugged Leah's shorts to get her to bend down and whispered in her ear, "Does this mean you can adapt me and Lily now?" Leah let out a wet laugh, trying to keep the tears at bay.

"Is that what you'd like V?" She asked genuinely.

Vienna jumped up and down and screamed 'yes!' over and over again. Leah handed you Lilah who instantly rested her head against your chest and you kissed her head on instinct while you watched Leah reach into her bag. When she pulled out a photo frame you smiled widely and hid it behind Lilah's head.

Leah got down onto one knee again and presented Vienna with the certificate of adoption, "I think that is a lovely idea," Leah choked out with tears streaming down her face. Vienna jumped into Leah's arms and wrapped her arms around her neck. Leah stood up, keeping a tight grip on V, and looked over to you where you had tears running down your cheeks and Lilah was wiping them away. She watched through clouded eyes as you grabbed Lilah's hands and kissed them making the toddler let out a belly laugh.

You stepped over the photo frame which now lay discarded on the floor and wrapped Leah into a hug that held such pure emotions, happy tears and happy laughter. You were content as you and Leah held your girls in your arms and tightly held onto each other's hands.

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[perfctvelvet]

A smut involving Jenna or fem reader as a stripper or only fans star?

Down; Jenna Ortega/Fem!Reader

Content: 2nd POV. AU. Stripper!reader, teasing, Jenna gets reader off.

A/N: I had two requests for stripper!reader with jenna so I just combined them :) I think I've only wrote a strip/lapdance scene once and that was years ago so forgive me if this is little awkward!

Muse was nothing short of a poor excuse for a "high-end" private club. The floor was sticky from spilled overpriced drinks and the air was thick and muggy. Behind the branding and high-earning clientele, it was simply a strip club.

The year end company dinner started at Jenna's boss's favorite restaurant, to a bar across the street, and eventually to Muse. One by one her co-workers fell off, citing their tiredness as the reason they need to leave. In reality the crop of people that wanted to be out all night weren't the most ideal people to party with. Jenna said she would leave when her closest co-worker, Eve, decided to leave. However when it was her turn to bow out for the night, Jenna looked amongst the people she would be left with. It was nearly all of the senior-level employees of her department. Why she thought she could be one of the boys for the night, just for a small chance of career advancement, was beyond her. But she stayed. She stayed until she was front and center of a woman in sparkling lingerie that exposed her breast.

"We were surprised a girl like you could hang," one of the more obnoxious colleague nudges her side and winks at her.

Maybe this was some sort of joke on their behalf. The photo of her with her ex-girlfriend had sat on her desk for months until things came crashing down. Jenna wasn't ashamed, but her rule was to never talk about her personal life at work. That photo was the most she's ever said about the inner workings of her life and it was clear people had picked up on it.

Perverts.

Jenna is sure her colleague's wedding bands are shining under the stage lights, but no one seemed to care. It was par for the course; some wealthy, married men found their enjoyment in going to a club and seeing what they don't have.

Jenna found the women on stage to be pretty, beautiful even, but she felt out of place. She felt like everyone's eyes were on her like she had "newbie" written on her forehead. If she was with friends it would be different, possibly, but she was with men she has to turn reports into on Monday morning.

The same obnoxious guy in her office leans over and yells over the music, "you want a lap dance?"

The look on her face must've been a stupid one because he laughs at her.

"Not from me, of course. From one of the girls!"

"No, no. No thank you!"

It was then and there Jenna didn't realize what she got herself into. The men she work with don't like to hear the word "no." And when he got the others in on it, she soon found herself in a private room waiting for a "special visitor." She could've easily made a great escape the moment she entered the room, but was scared she would come face-to-face with the woman who was suppose to entertain her for the night. It made her feel guilty. Besides it might be best for her to occupy this person's time instead of one of her co-workers.

The lights dim in the room and the silhouette of a woman appears behind a curtain. Her outline giveaway that she's braless too, her nipples erect. Soft music played while the woman swayed her hips. She certainly knew what she was doing, moving her body to each sultry beat. Jenna can't deny that it is sexy to watch even if she wasn't use to this setting. Her ex had modeled lingerie for her and even gave her a drunken lap dance before, but this felt much more intense even with the curtain in the way.

She wondered what goes through the woman's head while she's doing this. Is she being a good audience member? She should clap every time the woman pauses? Can she even see her?

Her heart skips when the curtains began to draw back and you're revealed to be the woman behind them. You've seen plenty of women in the clubs (and nervous people in general), but you instantly took a liking to Jenna. She looked all cute just sitting there, clearly feeling our of place. Must've been a dare.

Jenna watches you closely as you begin to move to the music again, but she doesn't dare make eye contact with you. She's sitting so stiffly in her chair, you almost wanted to come down and shake her loose. There was nothing to be nervous about but the first timers were always a bit endearing to you.

You walk down the steps and stop right in front of her, giving her no choice but to look at you in the eyes. Her eyes are so gorgeous and she has a sweet face. It becomes more obvious to you that someone else definitely put her up to this.

"Relax," you whisper, voice lacing with the music.

Her ears perk up at the sound of your voice, as silky as the lingerie on your skin. It could be the loneliness from the break-up and missing a warm body against hers, but Jenna felt a tinge of desire for you.

She's like this with everyone. This is just her job.

Jenna listens to you and sinks into her seat. As she leans back, you lean in, turning around and sitting on her lap. Your hips swirl against her and you feel her clench her legs together. The purpose was to turn the client on, but you were enjoying this a little too much for your own professional lines. You turned your head over your shoulder to watch Jenna's face and she quickly adverted her eyes once again. You almost laughed at her reaction, but didn't want to make her nervous again.

However it was almost impossible not to make Jenna with the way you moved against her body. You leaned back and she she moved with you in the process. Your head rests on her shoulder and your arm comes around to wrap around her head. It takes everything in her not to run her hand up your body and grope your tits. The cool air made them so stiff that they begged for attention. There was a wetness that was growing between your legs that you tried to ignore, but some people turned you on so much that it drove you crazy. Jenna could feel your passion radiating off of you. You closed your eyes and let out a groan as if you were turning yourself on. It was in Jenna's instincts to do something to help you, but she remembered the setting. It was polite to keep her hands to herself, but you didn't want that. You grabbed one of her hands and placed it on your chest. Finally she seemed to give in a little and groped your flesh causing you to let out a heavy sigh.

"Baby," you moaned as if you too were intimately familiar with each other. It let Jenna play into the fantasy a little more.

She touched you like she would touch her ex-girlfriend. If she closed her eyes she could imagine that it was her. Guilt swam in her belly along with desire. All of her thoughts were in her head, so it wasn't like you had to know, but she would feel wrong for doing a pretty girl like you injustice by imagining she's thought someone else.

Jenna opens her eyes back to reality. Your exposed neck is right within reach of her lips and she takes the opporunity to just kiss your skin one time. She pauses for your reaction and feels warmth spread through her body when you moan in approval. She kisses your skin again and again until she feels comfortable enough parting her lips to suck on your skin. Now you're the one clench your legs together in search for some kind of relief.

This all escalated quickly and you know the timer is going to be up soon. The room was only booked for 30 minutes. You didn’t want things to end so soon, but just like Jenna you also had your rules about work. you felt the urge to take things farther and it was getting harder to ignore.

“Touch me here,” you say desperately.

Once again, you grab her hand and move it on your body. This time it lands in between your thighs. You spread your legs wide to give her a hint and she bravely takes it. She rubs your clit through your panties. The wetness of your arousal seeps through the material and Jenna can feel it.

“Just like that,” you sigh with pleasure.

Jenna is too stunned to speak. She didn’t expect that her night would end with her making a stripper cum. She wishes she could feel your bare, wet flesh against her skin but she wasn’t going to push her luck. She let you take control of the situation. She was like most clients who were eager to please but you liked how she touched you more so than others. She wasn’t too rough with you but used the right amount of pressure to make you pop. She sucked on your neck and rubbed you like you were precious cargo. It was possible that you were fulfilling a fantasy for her which was your job.

"Oh baby I'm gonna cum!"

The way you drag out the syllables and how it's followed by a moan makes Jenna heart beat out of her chest. She wonders if you can feel it while pressed so close against her. She can surely feel your clit pulsing under her touch. She rubs you through your orgasm as your entire body shakes. It's been so long, probably months, since someone has made you cum so hard and it was at the hands of someone who obviously has never stepped into a strip club before. It was easy to suss those ones out, and Jenna had something in her eyes that screamed naïve and you were sucked into what brought her here. She was probably put up to this, but to be bold enough to touch a stripper let alone make her cum, she was something else.

Once your movements stilled and you got off of her, Jenna looked everywhere besides into your eyes. "Uh...thank you." She scurried out of the room before you could say anything and before the allotted time for the room was up. It's unlikely she'll ever come back this place again, but this city isn't as big as many would think, and you hope that you'll be able to say 'what a small world' very soon.

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(switch ceo!jay request!) (sub/bttm leaning) ceo!jay who was being escorted out of an event after drunk man jumped on stage while giving his speech, almost successfully attacking jay if not for the reader stopping him in time. heading home, jay felt tired and took a shower, after getting out he sees the reader on the couch and decides to sit beside him, while doing so he finds a bruise on his forearm, feeling guilty he offers to nurse it himself, the readwr refuses but after a bit of back and forth he managed to get the reader to sit sitll while he gets an icepack. and while they're sitting there, they just casually have a conversation, making intense eye contact, the readers staring at jay's lips which he notices. one thing leads to another, and suddenly they're making out.

u can decide how the smut part will go 😭 i'm not very good at it, but ik and can trust in ur abilities! pls take ur time, have a wonderful day and i hope ur not feeling pressured w all the requests coming in! :]

CEO's Bodyguard

Summary: It's your job to keep Jay safe. It's another large-scale meeting with many guests–more like potential hazards. Keep him safe, and bring him home. That's all you're concerned about.

Warnings: Male Reader, CEO!Jay, Bodyguard!Reader, Slight Violence, Blowjob (Jay Rec.), Cum swallowing, Forced Deepthroat, Begging, Control Switching/Power dynamics, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Breeding

Wordcount: 3.59k

"Welcome, and thank you all for coming," Jay said. The room gave applause to receive him. He raised his hand to silence the room. Jay led into his speech, which he'd practiced multiple times while you drove him from place to place. You'd heard it what felt like a hundred times. Your knees and back ached from standing for so long. It was necessary for Jay's safety, you're number one priority. Most of your duties were more like being Jay's secretary, even as his bodyguard he always gave you tasks to take it easy on you.

You've worked for Jay over the last year and a half. Jay's father became unable to lead his company anymore, forcing Jay to take over. As a young CEO, more than a few people were willing to try and take advantage of him. Jay's nature, or his hate for people attempting to manipulate him, has made him enemies who would rather see him removed from power. Jay started hiring bodyguards a while ago but ended up firing each after a few weeks. The interview process was invasive and dismissive; a one-on-one meeting with Jay. Alone. He probed you with strange and meticulous questions; ranging from your family and friends to your finances. Jay always seemed to know more about everything than everyone else. He was extremely well-informed and investigated you for your interview. But the last question was the one that stuck out to you.

"Finally, y/n. This is your last question. If our lives get entangled, closer than originally anticipated, would you still be able to do your job?" Jay asked.

You tilted your head. "Entangled how?"

"...If you were to, seek a deeper relationship with me."

You straightened up rigidly. "O-Oh! I'd never dream of it, sir! I must protect you."

"But, if it were to happen, will it impede your work."

"Never! I'd protect you, in whatever situation!" You were a little desperate for a job, and more than willing to say whatever you needed to. You didn't think twice about it when you said it, but afterward, you couldn't stop thinking about the response you'd given. Or, why would he ask a question like that?

You were so lost in thought, you didn't realize someone was approaching the stage! A man, clearly drunk, stumbled as he made his way up the stairs behind the stage. Jay was so focused on his speech that he wasn't aware, not that it was his responsibility to be... There was no time to rush backstage and run after the man, you'd have to approach from the front!

You rushed the stage. Jay's eyes snapped to you, he maintained his cool but you could sense his concern. You jumped on stage, rolling cleanly, and you stood between Jay and the man.

"You don't deserve that spot!" He shouted as he swung at Jay.

You blocked the man's swing. He grabbed your other arm and twisted it, making you grit your teeth as you connected a blow to the man's head and his head slammed into your chin. The man fell to the ground and you caught him. You kept the man from hitting his head and dragged him away. Jay cracked a joke about the man having too much to drink and carried on with his speech, this time with you standing at a distance behind him on stage. As he concluded his speech, you directed him offstage.

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the unconscious man. "What was that about?"

"Just someone who had a bit too much to drink. Let's get home, for now, sir. You've got an early morning tomorrow."

Jay sighed. "Of course I do..." You guided him to the exit, and your employer said their goodbyes to his business partners. He was always so good at keeping a smile, even when he was more than a bit exhausted. You'd seen him run on no sleep for almost two days, having back-to-back meetings all day, and still kept his face up. The night sky was empty, the stars hidden behind the skyscrapers. Jay looked up at the sky, searching, as you had a valet bring the car forward.

Jay spoke without looking back to the ground. "Do you ever think about what it would be like to see a star up close, y/n?"

"I don't think I have, sir."

"I think... It would be the most beautiful thing ever." You didn't know how to respond, especially when he got into moods like this. It didn't happen often in front of you, but maybe it was a sign that he was getting comfortable around you. Sometimes he'd ask you philosophical questions throughout an entire car ride, most rhetorical as he knew you didn't know what to say.

The two of you stood in silence until the car arrived. Following protocol, you scanned the inside and outside for anything suspicious. Once you confirmed its safety, you opened the door for Jay and allowed him into the car. In the driver's seat, the car was programmed to navigate you back to Jay's penthouse. You drove without a word, but the pain in your jaw kept flaring every few minutes... That bastard might've bruised your jaw or even broken a tooth. Another thing to take care of now...

"You okay?"

Jay's voice snapped you out of the autopilot you were in. "Sorry, I wasn't listening. What did you need?"

"You keep touching your chin and rolling your jaw. Are you okay?"

You could see Jay staring at you in the mirror. "It's nothing to worry about. I think I just scratched myself earlier."

Jay's eyebrows furrowed but he turned and looked out the window. "I can't have my bodyguard getting banged up. If you're not able to take care of yourself, who will protect me?"

"If I remember correctly. When you hired me, you told me you didn't need me."

Jay scoffed. "Well, at the time I didn't. But things changed, and now I do. Is that an issue?"

"No, sir."

"That's what I thought." Jay crossed his arms. "If you've got an issue with our arrangement, then speak and we can have it amended." You chuckled softly. He was the cutest when getting protective over you, but also somehow defensive when you called him out on it.

The rest of the drive was quiet. Jay drifted off to sleep, softly snoring in the back seat. His soft caramel skin and slicked-back dark hair shined in the streetlights that passed. His cold expression melted away to reveal the man you knew. This was when he was the most authentic, silently sleeping. No cameras, phone calls, meetings, or clients, just Jay being alone with himself–and you, of course. Originally you thought it was weird to sleep in the same house as Jay, insisting that he'd be safe in his home alone but when he offered double your salary to move in you couldn't refuse.

As you pulled into the driveway, putting the car in park, Jay stirred from his sleep. He stretched and wiped the sleep from his eyes, acting like he'd been awake the whole time. "Jesus, that felt like forever, I'm glad to finally be back home."

You nodded as you opened his door from him. "Of course sir, I apologize about how long it took to get you back home safely."

He looked at you, reaching out but hesitating. "It's not your fault. It's just traffic." He yawned. "Let's just go." You tried to hold it in, but couldn't stop your body's reaction to also yawn. As your jaw stretched open and you breathed deeply, you winced softly as your jaw faltered in pain. Jay's eyes widened. "I knew you were just trying to be tough. He did end up hurting you..." His face moved to a pained expression as his eyes scrolled over you, looking for more injuries.

"Sir, it's nothing. Just some soreness."

He held up his hand, silencing you. "You'll let me take care of that. Now. I won't have you complaining about it tomorrow." When Jay was insistent there was no turning him around from what he wanted, even as you protested. He led you inside, upstairs to his bedroom. "Sit on the bed, I have medicine in my bathroom."

As he drifted off into the bathroom, you moved near the bed obediently but awkwardly sat next to it. You knew Jay was a clean person, he would be bothered if your dirty clothes messed up his sheets. Jay's bedroom was one of the biggest rooms in the house. It was painted a dark gray with a monochrome color scheme. all of the artwork he'd made was on his walls, matching the darkly colored motif of the room. Even though it was all so dark, there was so much emotion poured into it, you couldn't help but smile slightly.

After a few minutes, Jay emerged from the bathroom in different clothes with a first aid kit. He wore a large dress shirt and flowy pajama pants, and his hair was slightly damp from rinsing out the product in it. He sat on the bed. "What are you doing on the floor?"

"My clothes are dirty."

"Then I'll come down."

"The floor isn't clean. You'll get your pajamas dirty, you can apply the medicine up there. I'll sit tall." You sat on your knees, back straight, looking up at Jay as you waited for him to begin applying medicine.

He rolled his eyes as he opened the medicine box. He started applying medicine to your jaw with his left hand while his right gently held your face in place. "You really should be more careful." He experimentally dragged his finger along your jaw until he hit the spot, making you wince away from him. "I... care about you."

"That's very kind, sir."

Jay gritted his teeth. "Y/n. The rules."

"Sorry... Jay." It was a part of the house rules that while you lived there, at home specifically. You weren't allowed to call him sir or mister. You were required to refer to him as Jay.

"It's okay. And I'm glad you're doing your job, but it's not often I see you getting injured."

"I was just a little distracted today. It won't happen again."

He raised an eyebrow. "You, distracted? By what?"

You looked Jay in his eyes. "Your speech. It was really captivating. I couldn't stop listening."

Jay's mouth parted softly as he looked away, focusing on your jaw. "Well, I'm glad you liked it."

"You're really persuasive. And your speaking voice is always so clear, it's hard not to listen closely."

"Y/n..."

You continued. "Even the way you were styled today really brought you to the centerpiece of the whole event."

"Y/n. Stop talking. That's an order." Your mouth was filled with cement, unable to speak–even breathing was difficult. "You know I'm not very good with compliments..." Jay tucked his hair behind his ear. "It makes me shy."

You blinked slowly, watching Jay's careful expression.

Jay avoided your eyes, leaning in to look closer at your chin–leaving only a few inches between you. "Is there anywhere else it hurts?"

You shook your head.

"Honest?"

You nodded.

Jay scratched his ear. "I don't believe you... I just want to–" Jay hesitated at touching your collar. "C-Can I... unbutton your shirt a little? Just to see." You reply by sitting up taller, raising your chest out to Jay. His hands slightly shook as he undid the first few buttons at the top of your shirt, sliding your tie off too. He opened it, revealing your bare chest to him. His fingertips ghosted over your skin before pulling away. "Y/n, I think I'm close to making a decision that I don't know how to make. What should I do?"

"What decision, Jay?"

"I think I..." Jay hesitated biting his lip. "I think I want to be closer to you."

"Closer to me? Like how?"

Jay rolled his eyes as his cheeks turned a soft pink. "Jesus Christ, y/n! You really need me to spell it out!?" Jay took your hands and guided them to the buttons on his shirt. "Undo them," He commanded.

"Jay–"

"Please don't make me say it twice." You focused on unbuttoning Jay's shirt, as you slid it down past his shoulders and revealed his bare torso. His hips rolled up slightly, pointing out the hard cock that throbbed inside his pants. "You've got one chance to back out. If you don't want to go further, say it and we'll pretend like this never happened," Jay muttered as his eyes dropped to the floor.

"I'm so honored you'd consider me, sir. I don't think I'm worthy of you... But if you want to have me tonight, then I am more than willing."

Jay's eyes locked with yours before his gaze dropped to your lips. "Don't call me sir," He mumbled before leaning in for a kiss.

Jay's lips were plush pillows that bounced off your lips. He placed his hands on your shoulders, fingers tensing and gripping your skin as you deepened the kiss. Your hands threaded into Jay's hair, still slightly wet, which earned a moan from your boss. He pulled away from the kiss, wide-eyed and pink-faced.

"I-I didn't– That wasn't me!"

"Then who was it?" You chuckled.

"I don't know!" Jay hit your shoulder. "Just hurry up and do the next part." Jay laid on his back with his eyes closed.

"The next part?"

Jay lifted himself on his elbows. "Aren't you going to stick it in me?"

"You wanted me to fuck you?!"

"You're getting that now!?" Jay facepalmed. "I'm not very experienced with a man, so I don't know how to do this... So, help me please." His pupils dilated as he begged for you. Jay had never been so vulnerable with you before, and you couldn't lie that it was turning you on more than you thought it would. You'd imagined having sex with Jay but imagined him as more of a dominant top, or even a power bottom. but to see him so... submissive. It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen.

"Did you prepare yourself at all? I don't want to just 'stick it in' and hurt you."

Jay covered his face. "Yes... That's what I was doing in the bathroom."

He was so cute. "Oh, so you planned on seducing me tonight then?"

"Y/n, I swear, if you don't hurry up and fuck me. I'll fire you right now."

You smiled. "Oh? Jay, I thought the rules of the house were that we're equal here. Aren't we supposed to treat each other nicely?" He grunted. "Then how about some foreplay or something?"

"You can suck my dick with your foreplay," Jay spat. You smiled as you slipped his pants off in one motion, making your boss yelp as he covered himself. He was commando under his pants, and his cock was already leaking.

"I think I'll take you up on that offer." You smiled as you moved his hands from his crotch to your neck. His cock twitched in the air as you pulled Jay to a comfortable part of the edge of the bed, his legs hanging over the side. You slotted yourself in between his legs and kissed his tip. His knees twitched at your touch, brushing against your head. You kissed his tip a few more times, his pre-cum sticking to your lips.

"Hurry up already," He grunted. "In your mouth!" He pulled on your hair, pulling you down as you slowly took him into your mouth. "Ahh fuck, you're so warm!" His head fell back as he guided you to bob your head, pulling and pushing you as he liked. "Your mouth–it's warm! So wet, and tight too!" When his tip hit the back of your throat, you tensed as you felt the urge to gag which made your throat clamp down onto Jay's shape. "Oh fuck! That! Again, do that," Jay moaned as he forced your head down, forcing you to gag and gurgle on his cock. "I'll–I'm gonna cum! Please, swallow!" He grunted. You leaned forward, ready, as he spilled his load into your mouth. "Take it, swallow, drink it all!" Jay's voice got raspy and desperate as his eyes rolled back from the explosion in his head.

"I didn't think you'd finish that fast..." You wiped the spit from your mouth.

"Well, you didn't have to suck it. And you asked for foreplay..."

"I'm not complaining. Just, remember, I plan on cumming tonight too." You smirked at him. "You had your fun, but now I'll be in charge, okay?" Jay frowned but you weren't asking. Before you could give him the chance to ask any questions, you flipped him onto his stomach and slipped a finger inside him.

"Oh~ you could've given me a warning!" Jay moaned as he ground against your finger.

"You didn't need a warning. And, don't you think you should be grateful? I'm stretching you a little extra, just in case."

Jay scoffed. "Why? I said I did it, didn't I?"

A crack rang out as you spanked him. "Jay, where did your manners go?" Jay's jaw hung open, still reeling from being spanked. He'd never been spanked before, but his cock twitched from the pain.

"Again."

"Again, what?"

Jay groaned into the sheet. "Spank me again, please."

"What a nice boy," You cooed as you spanked him again, harder than before. "You're a good boy, aren't you? You just forgot your manners a bit." You spanked him again. "Beg for it."

Jay turned to look at you. "Are you loving this? Hitting and bossing me around? I'm not begging for shit." His hair was a mess, his skin glistened with sweat, and his ass was turning red.

"Jay~ don't misbehave. I'll have to punish you a bit." You reached forward and pulled Jay's hair, making him wince.

"W-Wait!"

"Manners."

"P-Please. Don't pull on it..." Jay begged softly.

You released his hair, kissing his neck as an apology. "Much better. Now, can you beg for cock? I want to hear you say it."

Jay remained silent. You gave him another smack for encouragement. "Fine! Y/n, please fuck me with your big cock!" You said nothing and rubbed Jay's ass softly. You didn't think he'd say it... "Oh fuck you! You wanted me to say it."

"Language," You warned. "If you wanted my cock so badly, that's all you needed to say." You pushed your tip into Jay's waiting hole.

"Oh, holy fuck, you're huge. It's so much..."

"Jay. That's just my tip."

Jay arched his back, waiting for you. "I know that! Your tip is just big!"

You pushed until you hilted Jay, burying your cock completely inside him. "You're squeezing like crazy, Jay."

Jay was a moaning mess under you. Even as he twitched around you, he made himself moan. "Oh, my–fuck me!" He shouted as you slid out before slamming back into him. Over and over, you pounded into him.

"Don't make me do all the work, Jay," You grunted as you pushed him forward. He held his breath as he moved himself on your cock, fucking himself into the mattress. "Can you try harder?" You pushed down on his back, making him hit that spot, making him scream louder. As soon as you found his spot, you took back cover as you fucked into it. "Wanna cum, Jay?" Jay let out a series of moans and groans, forming a semi-approving answer. "Ask for it then," You smirked as you pulled out completely, letting your cock rest on his ass.

"Y-Y/n! You can't–Please! Please! Let me cum on it, I'll cum from your cock so much. I'll even let you finish in me, just let me cum!"

"You said it, so I'll take that. Go ahead and cum then." You slammed back into Jay completely as his hole welcomed your cock with a tight squeeze. Jay's moans went high-pitched as his back arched more and his eyes rolled. He was drooling on the sheet as he came all over the edge of the bed. You didn't take much more after him, this orgasm squeezing you for everything. "I'm gonna cum in you. I'll fucking breed you into being my husband!" Your hips stuttered as your climax washed over you, your cum spilling into Jay as he moaned again. "Every drop, keep squeezing it," You ordered.

When you both came down from your highs, you took Jay into his bathroom and started a warm bath for him. Jay occasionally twitched from the sensation of you helping him wash the cum out of him, he was too embarrassed to ask you to do it but you could tell he didn't know what to do.

Your boss stroked your jaw. "How's it doing?"

"It's a little sore from sucking cock but–" Jay punched you. "It's much better. Thank you, Jay."

Jay rolled his eyes. "If I'm going to be your husband, you're going to need to call me something else."

Your mind rolled back to what you'd said earlier in the heat of the moment. "Jay, I didn't mean it like that–"

"You think you can just hit it and leave? You're stuck with me. And I'm not letting you go. So, your husband is demanding that you call him that." Jay held his head high as his eyes gleamed.

"Okay... Husband." You chuckled as you kissed his forehead.

[pseudowho]

Hiromi and Nemo

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Higuruma Hiromi has a black cat.

A series of drabbles.

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Higuruma Hiromi has a black cat. Or, the black cat has him; he is entirely uncertain as to whom the ownership falls.

Hiromi came to give this cat a home, by matter of a guilty conscience and poor circumstance. He had failed to secure another Not Guilty verdict, but his client would only walk to prison with his head held high on one condition;

"I've got a cat, Mr.Higuruma. A kitten, really. I have nobody else to give her a home and she's too soft to last as a stray." The client released his confiscated articles to Hiromi; Hiromi left court with nothing more than an address, a set of keys, and a profound sense of failure.

Hiromi arrived in a dank little street, clogged by steam, rattling gutters and the stale smells of closed restaurants. Hopping deftly up wet fire escape steps, Hiromi confirmed the door number to a set of water-stained flats, and let himself in. Hiromi's nose wrinkled against the wafting odour of damp and neglect, noting an overflowing litter tray. Stacks of condensation-moist letters pulped beneath Hiromi's feet, an empty cat food bowl revealed beneath them. Whoever had been attending to care for the home and the cat had long since abandoned their post.

"Come on, little one," Hiromi cooed, kneeling down and making gentle clicks and kisses of encouragement. The silence was too loud and deliberate for the absence of life. Hiromi pulled a bag of treats from his pocket, giving them an enthusiastic shake. A small, uncertain skitter of paws on floor responded from deep within the flat. Hiromi's eyebrows raised, coal-dark eyes glimmering with a warm smile.

A tiny black cat, thin and dull-furred, peeked her head around the corner ahead. Her yellow-eyed head dipped, bobbing up and down as she assessed Hiromi, perched between starvation and indecision. Hiromi's head dipped, too, his hooded eyes heavy as he inclined his chin in an act of surrender, hands open and visible as he shook treats onto the floor.

The cat darted, paws barely audible on the floor as she skidded to the treats, white teeth like needles as she scrabbled the food to her mouth. Almost immediately, she was on Hiromi, brushing against his hands and knees with urgent thanks, ducking her little furred head into his fingers, two tiny paws perched up on Hiromi's thighs as he cooed delighted relief at her.

Hesitantly, Hiromi scooped the cat, as light as a feather, into his arms. She purred a rattly little purr, eyes hopeful and nose dry and dull as she looked up to him, tiny claws kneading his suit jacket enthusiastically.

"Such a good girl, there we go, let's get you sorted, shall we?" The cat purred louder as if in answer, toes flexing and unflexing against Hiromi's forearm. Stepping out, sending the abandoned flat one last sorrowful glance, Hiromi locked the door, making his way down the staircase, thankful for having been adopted by this cat.

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Hiromi received many appreciative and confused glances in the pet shop, one hand pushing a haphazardly stacked trolley, and the other holding his new, very tame, furry companion. The cat batted at the end of Hiromi's tie as it fell forwards, Hiromi leaning down to scrutinise cat food brands with intense appraisal. Settling on a decision with a brisk click of his tongue, he headed to the cashiers, grabbing a pet insurance leaflet, and flea and parasite prevention medicine on the way.

Hiromi felt a profound sense of purpose, having finally staged a successful rescue attempt for the first time in years.

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Staggering through the doorway to his converted-factory penthouse, Hiromi shed bags and boxes at the door, his keys thrown somewhere which wasn't the key holder. He delicately protected the new little life in his arms like a concerned father. She gripped her claws into his suit jacket, little head urging outwards as her nose twitched, black whiskers flicking delicately against the scent of her new home.

"You'll like it," Hiromi insisted, scratching her softly behind the ears to an uncertain purr, "it's my home. Our home." He lowered her to the floor and she stalked forwards, apprehensive, flat to the ground and walls. Hiromi prepared her litter tray, bed, food and toys. By the time he had finished, the cat had completed her preliminary survey, and, satisfied with her findings, hopped promptly onto Hiromi's old leather sofa, claws pricking at the fabric to make it comfy. Hiromi let out a halted, exasperated breath, glancing between her bed and her-- "by all means, make yourself at home."

Hiromi sat beside the cat, stroking her little head with two lithe fingers, musing out loud to her: "No microchip on record. Never registered with a vets. Even the neighbours had no idea your old dad had a cat."

Hiromi allowed the cat to step into his lap again, purring. He ducked down so she could boop her nose to his, and Hiromi breathed a warm, hushed laugh; "A real nobody aren't you? A Nemo, hmm?" The cat purred louder, rubbing her face against Hiromi's aquiline nose.

From that day onwards, Nemo the cat and Hiromi the Lawyer and Sorcerer, were a family.

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"Yes, Mr.Nagashima. Yes. Yes. Tomorrow-- tomorrow morning, 9a.m. sharp-- would you stop that, you little pest? NO! No, not you Mr.Nagashima, my cat, she's a tinker--"

Hiromi performed an awkward tango around the room, trying to hook Nemo off his trouser leg with his opposite foot, and she clung on, thrilled by her little game. Her yellow eyes narrowed up at Hiromi and her tail flicked in challenge. With case files under his arm, and a mobile phone in his hand, Hiromi mouthed wordless reproach at Nemo as she meowed, meowed, meowed in response.

Ending his call and dumping his case notes on the sofa, Hiromi lifted Nemo eye to eye, glaring at her without venom. She stared into him, eyes gleaming and innocent. Hiromi opened his mouth to speak, and Nemo raised a paw, pressing it to his nose. Hiromi stopped, huffed.

The cat won this round.

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"Nemo? Nemo? Where are you?" Hiromi had returned from work, and was dismayed not to be greeted by the usual little chirps and meows from his unruly housemate. He wandered the flat at a crouch, clicking and kissing, trying to draw Nemo out, panic starting to set in that she had got out, his clicking and kissing noises increasing in urgency.

Reaching a quick resolve, Hiromi headed towards the door, hunting for his keys which were never on the hook. There was a quiet little meow from the armchair in the nook by the front door. Hiromi frowned, unable to see her. Another meow. Hiromi squinted. Momentarily, Nemo's eyes flicked open, and she melted out of yesterday's black suit jacket, abandoned on the armchair.

Hiromi clasped a hand to his chest, leaning back against the sideboard in dramatic relief.

"Don't scare me like that! I bet you were enjoying me worrying, weren't you, you little tart?"

A single mollified meow pipped from somewhere near Nemo's food bowl.

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Hiromi lay curled into his sofa. All the lights were switched off and Hiromi was cold, tired and hungry, downtrodden by his day. Humiliating memories of the day's court defeat, his struggles to adapt to the world of Jujutsu Sorcery and the weight of life rolled before his eyes, and he sunk his head into his hands with a low groan.

The tiny weight beside him on the sofa, shifted. It crawled over his shoulders to settle in the warm gap between Hiromi's chest and the back of the sofa. Rolling playfully, and pressing little pink toe-beans to his chin, Nemo purred at Hiromi, surveying him for injury.

With a resigned sniffle, Hiromi stroked her, glossy, smooth, and calming, an inky black puddle in the darkness of his flat. They stayed this way for hours, sharing the mutual therapy of company.

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Shhhck. Shhhhhck. Shhh--

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The unusual sparring match continued for hours-- Nemo, perched magnanimously on the kitchen counter, believed herself subtle as she slowly eked Hiromi's coffee mug towards the edge with one dainty paw.

Hiromi, refusing to sacrifice the comfortable nest he had made on the sofa, extended his gavel across the length of the kitchen, gently knocking his mug back away from the lip of the counter.

The match continued for some time. Hiromi and Nemo were both competitive.

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Hiromi's flat eventually looked like Nemo the cat had always lived there.

Bits of food which she didn't want in her food bowl, dotted the floor around it, until Hiromi cleared it up at the end of every day.

Nemo's bed, as new, never slept in, held her selection of toys (also unplayed with, sharing the space with one well-scratched black tie and a well-chewed shoelace).

The pillow beside Hiromi's in his bed, had a permanent Nemo-shaped dent in it.

Nemo plaited herself between Hiromi's ankles when her monthly food delivery arrived, as they danced around each other towards the kitchen.

She walked across his keyboard, greeting his delighted colleagues with chirps and meows during his Zoom calls.

"What would I do without you, Nims?" Hiromi asked her daily. She spared him a withering, mysterious glance, forcing his enquiry towards the rhetorical as she licked her paws in feigned disinterest.

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Higuruma Nemo has a Lawyer Daddy. Or, the Lawyer Daddy has her; both are uncertain and unbothered as to whom the ownership falls.

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For @silkspunweb, my little black cat.

[omgthatdress]

On April 28, 1870 Frederick "Fanny" Park and Earnest "Stella" Boulton were arrested while stepping out of the Strand Theatre in London. They were wearing women's clothing. The pair were professional actors who frequently did female impersonation roles. In their private lives, they were both openly gay, engaged in sex work, and often went about dressed in colorful, outrageous female clothing. Their arrest was no random occurrence, as they had been under police investigation for over a year prior to it.

The two were stripped, examined, and then charged with "the abominable crime of buggery," as well as disguising themselves as women in public.

The newspaper coverage of the trial was utterly sensational. Issues such as homosexuality, cross-dressing, and sex work were taboo subjects in Victorian London. To see a story like this one spread across the headlines was scandalous and shocking.

At an early hearing, one newspaper reported a witness saying, "We shall come in drag," marking the first time the word was recorded in reference to cross-dressing.

Many papers reported the two appearing in court wearing flamboyant evening dresses, which wasn't true. The two showed up in court wearing conservative men's attire and with grown out facial hair. The defense argued that there was nothing perverse about their outings in female attire, that they were merely two actors who took their act beyond the stage in jest.

In the end, despite the thorough investigation and the massive amount of publicity the case received, the court could find no direct evidence that either Fanny or Stella had engaged in sodomy. The two were acquitted on those charges. However, they were still found guilty of wearing women's attire, and were bound over (sort of like put on probation) for two years, as well as charged 500 guineas each.

(Fanny and Stella in back, holding croquet mallets)

After their trial, the two parted ways but returned to the stage individually, performing all over England and in New York City.

[bakugou-katsukis-wife]

Pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff.

Summary: you've been caught singing and dancing in your room, you thought you were alone? Just you and your guilty pleasure? Nuh uh, your roommate, aka your boyfriend of 2 months, is still at home.

Warnings: none, just fluff ♡. (Reader is a swifty?) (Also, it's not proof read. Spare me-)

Here you were, having the time of your life; You danced across the room singing your heart out... your hair brush a make-shift mic for now.

You jammed to the most random Playlist of songs, not that it mattered. You felt free and yourself. Especially now that you were alone, you could sing and be all giddy over love songs you now imagine to be you and katsuki♡.

One second your singing 'my tears ricochet' by taylor swift doing the classic:

'I can go anywhere I want... anywhere I want,

Just. Not. Home.'

While sobbing your eyes out on top of your bed as you fail to do the movement due the blanket being too heavy on your back-

And then there's this other mood minutes after, here you're jumping around like a 5 year old singing 'Nonsense ' by Sabrina carpenter. All the while thinking of your one and only, katsuki.

As you tire out, and sad songs... well the song 'if the world was ending' came on,

You just sat there, an ugly crying mess while you sang your heart out, wether you were in tune or not you just cried thinking if katsuki left you... will this be the two of you?

As you spent your good time while thinking in your dilemma, you were all the while oblivious of a certain pair of vermilion eyes who watched all of these mood changes during the past 3 hours... which he had said he'd be out training.

Katsuki was about to leave, he was just by the door going to unlock it and go out. But that's when he heard your speakers start playing songs that you'd listen to in the car often.

He was obviously curious as to what was going on cause a few seconds later, sounds of thumping around came from inside your room.

He crept his way slowly, and stood right outside your door. He was gonna knock with his knuckles but as soon as he laid his knuckles on the door it creeked open just a bit, giving him some space to see through... and he did.

He saw you going around your room grabbing your hair brush as it it were a mic and he saw how big your smile was and just how happy you looked enjoying your own company.

He chuckled to himself...

He could train later. This is better entertainment.

He watched his girlfriend go through the 7 stages of grief, fall in love, fall off her bed, slip into her blanket as she still continued to sing though muffled. And he saw her sob.

Was it fun watching her do her thing? Fuck yeah.

But is it worth seeing her cry? The fuck do ya mean? He is going in there to smash this stupid speaker, that caused his pretty girl to be in tears.

Rest be assured, the speaker did get thrown on the floor and you were hundred percent taken care of that night.

Even if you were embarrassed at first, you explained how you were just having fun and weren't really heartbroken.

He's gonna buy multiple more speakers. You know it, He knows it too.

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For the prompt game: woke up in the wrong body? Clonecest? German twincest? They get freaky friday'd? Whatever your heart desires

Lewis doesn't actually notice anything’s wrong until Nico says, “Don’t worry, we’ll be good. Right, Lew?” to Toto at the end of the Wednesday debrief, flashing a sunny smile.

Lewis stiffens immediately. Nico hasn't called him that in years. What angle is he playing at here? And since when does he joke around during debriefs? Thinking back, Nico had been bouncing around the garage, peeking at both their cars’ suspensions and chatting animatedly to the engineers, even on Lewis’ side of the garage.

The meeting ends, with Toto and Paddy dispersing the team and Nico hangs around, lingering.

“What was that back there?”

Nico sways, shifting his weight from one heel to the other. “Just being good teammates. Buddies, friends.”

Before Lewis can react, Sebastian Vettel storms in with his Ferrari race suit unzipped at the waist, snapping in rapid German.

Nico looks guilty in a sheepish way, says something back that Lewis can only make out his name from.

What the fuck is going on?

Lewis turns to Seb because he doesn't want to deal with Nico being weird. “Hey, man, you're not supposed to be here.”

Seb grimaces, it looks all wrong on his mouth. And his hair is… styled? Coiffed, almost. Lewis wasn't aware Sebastian owned a brush. Nico, on the other hand, had completely unstyled hair today, bangs falling over his eyes like he air dried after taking a shower; not his usual put together self. Lewis doesn't think about him or his hair routine to wonder why.

“You are right,” Seb says with none of his usual playfulness. His mouth is flattened into a thin line. “Nico, a word?”

“Am I in trouble?” Nico quips. “I barely even looked at the cars! Seriously, might be better for your championship chances if you're not dangling your balls in the pool.”

It's a pretty nonsensical remark, especially from Nico who uses controlled diplomacy as a double edged sword. Sebastian, on the other hand, frowns – eyebrows scrunching and mouth going in an almost perfect displeased scowl. It doesn't suit Seb, but it's a face he’s seen a million times on Nico, has teased out of him, has put it on every time he misses a pole, a win, a podium. The way Nico’s standing, his hair, the way he's carrying himself – it's all wrong.

Lewis grabs Nico by the arm. “You're not –” Lewis doesn't even finish his accusation because it's absurd.

Nico looks at him, surprised, and then breaks into a shit-eating grin, self possessed and cocky. “He really doesn't give you enough credit. He thought you wouldn't notice.”

“I shouldn't have trusted you to act normal.” Is Sebastian’s sullen reply, eyes narrowed and zeroed in on where Lewis is holding Nico’s arm. Lewis lets go, suddenly self-conscious.

He hates this, being talked over like he's not even there. The mechanics are starting to notice from outside that Sebastian Vettel in red in their conference room, as if Silvia’s going to come chasing after him any minute. Lewis’ curiosity wins over the facade of being cool and not cracking in case Sebastian and Nico woke up and decided to become best friends and pull an orchestrated prank on him.

“Will either of you tell me what the fuck is going on?”

“Lewis, we need to talk. Somewhere private. Your motorhome.” Sebastian’s tone is bossy, standing arms crossed. He doesn't wait, setting off with a determined ease like he knows exactly where it is.

Nico follows suit, adding in a stage whisper, “By that, he means sex.”