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need late sias!alex as a barista and u as the annoying customer who comes in during closing time. he angry fucks you in the bathroom cuz u annoy him

“cuz u annoy him” makes me giggle, but here you are anon!

“...and that’s why I stopped paying my taxes!”

You speak into your phone’s speaker, swinging the doors of the small cafe open. Caught up in a conversation over the phone, you miss the scowl on the barista’s face as you saunter towards the counter. The lights of your favorite coffee spot have warmly dimmed, the minimal lighting enhancing the coziness of the atmosphere. This lighting, however, is an indication that closing time is near. To the dismay of the night shift barista, Alex, you have always made it your business to show up right before the doors close. Your horrible timing isn’t entirely your fault, though; 1) you’ve got things to do, 2) the cafe has become rather popular recently, and your patience isn’t the best. Why would you want to wait in line?

Your conversation continues even when faced with the barista, completely ignoring the chairs sitting on the empty tables, the lemon scent of cleaning products breezing past your nose entirely. The barista’s cute, large doe eyes look up at you from the counter he’s wiping down with a bleach-stained rag; he doesn’t seem happy to see you.

“Hold on just one second...” you say to the barista and your rambling friend on the phone. Digging into your bra, you pull out the crumpled-up bills and coins for your usual drink, all in exact change. You hand him the money with a warm, lip gloss-coated smile. You’ll see if he’s worthy of a tip.

“You know what to do.” You finish with a wink before he takes the money out of your manicured hands. Your perfume's pleasant candy scent lingers when you turn your heel to the tables behind you, dizzying and addictive to his nostrils, but he scowls as soon as you pick up a chair. Plopping down, you continue entertaining your friend on the phone, and you aren’t quiet about it.

“Yeah, I’m at the cafe now. It’s so cute!” you squeal. “You should totally hit it up sometime. Make sure the Elvis-looking guy makes your drink, though. He’s the best.”

Your words wash away the barista’s annoyance as he prepares your drink, knowing your preferences like strings on a guitar, pure muscle memory. Your loud mouth quickly tarnishes this somewhat peaceful moment.

“It’s the ginger-haired girl you gotta watch out for. Ugh, she’s the worst! Can’t make a drink for shit. And guess what? I found a hair in my muffin! When I flipped out on her, she kept saying, ‘Calm down,’” You do perhaps your worst impression of the nasally lady, “and she was like, ‘Do you want another muffin?’ No! I want my money back, Ed Sheeran!”

Your friend on the other line laughs alongside you, a bubbly yet ear-piercing cackle that makes Alex almost crush the mixer in his hands. His brain bounces from wanting to hear your laughter again to shutting you up with a kiss. As your gums continue flapping, you allow your eyes to examine the barista behind the counter. His backside is as cute as his front, the lean muscle of his shoulders contracting under his white t-shirt, strong arms flexing as he scoops up the ice and pours it into the mixer. You put a gelled nail between your teeth as you watch him, shifting in your seat as your panties become uncomfortably wet.

“Hey! Are you still there?” Your friend calls on the other line.

“Yeah!” Your cheeks warm up at the interruption, “Like I said, make sure Elvis makes your drink. You’ll know exactly what he looks like. If his back is turned, just look for the one with the cute butt.”

Alex is thankful his back is turned, your words tinting his face a rosy red. The silver bell on the counter dings once your drink is prepared. You don’t bother putting the chair back as you approach the counter. You thoroughly look through the transparent cup, ensuring the amount of ice and the number of dried fruit is accurate; you have no notes. Taking a sip, you let the liquid linger on your tongue before swallowing. Cold, sweet, and punchy; you couldn’t ask for more. You reenter your bra, dig out some change, and place it into the tip jar near the register. Your sunny, warm smile conflicts with the barista’s snowy, freezing shoulder.

“Thanks, Alan!”

“Alex.”

Your eyes dart to the pastry case behind him, a croissant drizzled with chocolate catching your eye. “How much for that croissant? It looks tasty…”

“For you? Free of charge.” He’s more concerned with getting you out of here before you give him gray hairs.

“Wow, really?” you beam in amazement. “You’re so kind! Alan, you’re the best! You’re way nicer than that ginger chick who tried to poison me. Ugh, she doesn’t work here anymore, does she? So unprofessional. She’d be better at scrubbing toilets than making drinks.”

Alex smirks at your remarks as he hands you the pastry in a white paper bag. “You mean my boss?”

“That’s your boss?” You immediately take the pastry out of the bag, biting into the flaky treat. “She’s in the wrong line of work if you ask me!”

“Oh, yeah? Do tell.”

Your mouth moves before you can detect the sarcasm in his voice. You’re oblivious to the flakes falling into your shirt, decorating your cleavage as you continue munching and talking. Alex second-guesses giving you a napkin before handing you a few from the dispenser. If he didn't, he’d have more reason to stare at your chest. Flakes and chocolate stain the corners of your mouth and lip, and he hates to admit it, but you’re looking very…cute.

“Anyway,” you finish, wiping yourself clean, “You should totally be running this place, Alan. It doesn’t hurt that you’re super hot, too. Just work on the resting bitch face, and you’ll be amazing!”

Your final comment digs painfully into his skin, and it’s a shame. He was starting to like you.

“You’re too pretty to be talking with your mouth full,” Alex crosses his lean arms over his chest. “ I could teach you proper etiquette if you’d like. I’m a tough teacher, though. Be warned.”

Offended, you blink wildly before smiling at the compliment he snuck into his invitation. You gladly accept.

“You think I’m pretty?”

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The cold marble of the bathroom sink raises the tiny hairs on your skin. You claw at it to no avail, sheepishly bent over the sink with your thong and velour tracksuit pants hugging your ankles. The empty bathroom echoes a slapping sound, a mixture of wetness and the noise of your ass against Alex’s relentless hips. His cock drives in and out of you at a brutal pace; each thrust angrier than the next.

“You’re awfully quiet,” his large palm comes down on your ass with a vicious spank. “Come on…you were mouthin’ off about a muffin just a minute ago.”

Your cunt gushes at his words, the tight walls of your core needily squeezing him in a vice grip. Lust clouds your brain, unable to form a witty comeback to his statements, your weak moans becoming a new language. Before you lay your head on the marble, Alex fists your hair in a ponytail, tugging you upwards to face the mirror. Ignoring the messy reflection, you allow your eyes to roll into your skull, heat beginning to pool in your stomach, his cock hitting the right spots repeatedly and harshly.

“We’ll figure out a use for your mouth in the next lesson. You're doing a great job at taking me, muffin.”

#mickey is typing…#alex turner fanfic #alex turner smut #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #so much fun to write! apologies for the wait!

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fr33time · 26 days

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【☆】Anomalous Law at the Mystery Diner【☆】

Pairing: Ritsu x genderless!reader

Genre: Fluff, oneshot

Synopsis: MC has trouble finding motivation to do their anomalous law assignment. They turn to Ritsu and ask him to work with them at the mystery diner, since he’s such a diligent worker and maybe some of that will rub off on them.

A/N: I can’t lie… I absolutely love Ritsu, especially after episode 8 released. I find him so adorable and he needs more love. I wanted the reader to be genderless so everyone could enjoy it, I wanted the MC to admire Ritsu a bit for being a hard worker. I find romances where both partners find motivation in each other to be so cute, I hope you enjoy! This is my first fic on this blog, feel free to request me anything ♥︎ (no smut!)

Find my requesting rules here!

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Anomalous Law was a subject that was a bit difficult to comprehend. Technical speak is often used and you have to be very precise with your words when writing papers. You didn’t need help writing the paper that Professor Moby assigned you (as much as you wanted it), but it was a tad boring, you started thinking a study buddy would help your motivation to flow. Since you’re the honour student and technically a first year, you had the same anomalous law class as Ritsu. He paid close attention to the class, since he’s already acquainted with the law, he easily flew by in the course. The idea was to invite him to the mystery diner, maybe seeing him be so passionate about his work could help motivate you in your own.

Hey Ritsu! Did you want to work on our anomalous law assignment at the mystery diner tonight? Specifically at 8 PM, I have a few errands to run before I can work on anything.

It wasn’t in your best interest to work so late, but some ghouls asked you to deliver some papers from the teachers. As much as it’s a pain, you’re indebted to a few of them so you feel obligated to help them.

You expected Ritsu to answer back soon since he’s so punctual, but you assumed that he wasn’t busy at that moment because he replied in an instant.

First, can you please confirm that the person I am speaking to is MC?

You found it amusing that Ritsu insisted on asking this every time, but you considered it a cute quirk of his.

Yes it’s me! Do you accept my proposal?

Thank you for confirming. This is Ritsu Shinjo, Sinostra’s representative. Can you clarify what you want during this meeting? My consultation fee is 5500 yen per half hour, tax inclusive.

No, I’m not looking for a consultation. I need motivation to do my work, so I was thinking that since we are working on the same paper that having you work near by would help me! Like a study buddy!

You should be able to do work on your own, but as a business partner it’s important to hand in work on time. I agree to these terms.

A sigh of relief escaped you, now you could have something to look forward to while running errands.

ʚ♡ɞ

You arrived a couple minutes before 8 PM, you expected that he was inside already and headed in quickly. When you walked through the door, the anomalous owner came out to greet you and pointed to where Ritsu was sitting.

“Thank you so much! Is Ren off tonight?”

The anomalous owner made an “ohh” sound, nodded its head, and went to the back of the diner. When approaching Ritsu, you could see that he had his laptop out and coffee already ordered.

“You’re right on time.” He looked at you as you set up your own area at the booth.

“It looks like you got here way before me!” You gestured over at his coffee,

“You can never be too prepared.” He had a small smile on his face and took a sip before speaking,

“As my business partner, I have high expectations that you’ll successfully complete your work at an above average level. After all, you need to have skills on par with mine if we are going to keep working with each other.”

Ritsu is always prepared to work, there’s a certainty in his voice and eyes that make you think that you can be at the same level as him if you work hard enough.

“Of course, I’ll make sure to do my best.” Both of you go to shake hands, as a way to celebrate working on this assignment together.

There was silence in the mystery diner besides the clacking of the keyboards. It didn’t feel uncomfortable, you found it nice that you two could work in silence. Being around Ritsu lit a fire under you, he makes sure to be thorough in what he does and include you in his process. He can be stubborn but you found it… adorable. You can tell that he cares about his family, he always talks about living up to the Shinjo lineage, and sometimes you get to hear about growing up with his Mom and Dad. It’s endearing that he wants to follow in their footsteps, he’s even memorized the Compendium of Laws since he was a child. You were slowly learning about him on a personal level, it explains why he is the way that he is. It’s the kind of dedication you need in your life, he chose to work with you so you do your best to live up to that standard.

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Hours passed by without a hitch. You were starting to feel tired after looking at the screen for… 4 hours?!?! You knew the mystery diner stayed open all night due to the owners being anomalies themselves, but you weren’t sure if you could make it much longer. You looked over at Ritsu and he seemed as diligent as ever. When you turned back to your screen, Ritsu must’ve noticed and made note of how tired you were because he started to talk to you,

“I’m going to refill at the counter, would you prefer a new drink?”

You were a bit slow in answering “oh… yeah sure, I need something in order to finish this early. I want time to proofread and edit it tomorrow.”

He picked up both your mugs and made his way to the front of the diner. He couldn’t make it in time though, because by the time they were refilled, you had your head down on the table with your eyes closed. When he came back, he thought to wake you up but left you alone. He looked at your work and saw that you were close to finishing the entire thing, he wanted to give you a break since you can’t do your best when sleep deprived. He shut your laptop and let you sleep, unsure of what to do with your refilled drink.

Ritsu continued to work until he completed his own assignment, which took about 30 minutes after you fell asleep. He figured that he should just wake you up and have you go back to your dorm, after all, a table isn’t the greatest place to get a good sleep. He didn’t want to just leave you to walk by yourself either, the mystery diner is relatively far away from the clementia dorm. The more he pondered, the closer he was to deciding that he’ll take you home for your own safety, he’s not looking to find a new business partner if something happens to you.. or at least that’s what he tells himself anyways.

He put his hand on your shoulder and gently shook you “MC, I’m taking you back to your dorm.” You opened your eyes and realized that you fell asleep while working.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry Ritsu! I didn’t mean to fall asleep while working!” You said hurriedly, He didn’t seem to mind and took your laptop from the table.

“Not getting any sleep is bad for productivity, you won’t be able to think straight and submit work that’s deserving of a high grade. Let’s start walking.” You felt lousy for sleeping in his company, but if he had a problem with it he would’ve voiced his concerns.

The two of you walked out of the mystery diner and towards Clementia. You were still tired from being woken up, your body was yelling at you to stop and take a rest. You were falling behind since your legs didn’t want to move at a faster pace. At this point, it would take forever to get to your room. Ritsu looked behind to you and offered his arm, you linked your own arm with his and started to pick up the pace. He slowed down for you but it wasn’t ideal to be walking at a snails speed.

It was a silent night out, not many people were up this late. The people that were outside tried to stay out of each other’s way, since they had their own business to tend to. It was on the colder side, but being close to Ritsu kept your body temperature from dropping. You’ve never been this close to him, it was embarrassing that he had to help you walk but you appreciated his help. He’s never shown this much hospitality so it was surprising to witness it firsthand, a little part of you wanted this walk to last longer.

Eventually you reached the Clementia dorm, Ritsu went inside to set your laptop down on a counter. As you sat down on the bed, you remembered that you did not completely finish your assignment,

“Oh… Ritsu what about the paper?” He looked at you and pulled a piece of folded paper out his pocket, shoving it to your face. You took it and started to unravel it,

“No need to worry, I couldn’t help you finish it because plagiarism is strictly against the rules, but I wrote down some pointers after reading what you have. At the pace you’re going and the advice I’ve given, I expect that you’ll do exceptionally well.” You were a bit dumbfounded, you could only imagine how silly you looked while staring at him. You quickly collected yourself and put the biggest grin on your face,

“This will help so much, if it isn’t too much to ask… could we start working on more assignments together? I had a nice time..” you trailed off and looked to the side in embarrassment, maybe you said more than you should’ve.

“I got more than plenty of work done. It’s beneficial for both of us, two birds with one stone.” He folded his arms and smiled at you, it was getting late and you could feel that he was about to leave,

“We will discuss this at a later time, I need to catch up on my own sleep. Meet me tomorrow in the cafeteria at 12 PM.” You got up to see him off, leading him to the front doors of Clementia and being careful of where you step. “Alright, that sounds good! See you in the afternoon Ritsu, have a good night!”

While you and Ritsu waved goodnight, you could feel yourself heating up. When the door closed, you went back to your room and all you could think of was seeing him again. The day started replaying in your mind as you turned over to fall asleep, why was it so difficult to get him out of your head?

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#tokyo debunker x reader #tokyo debunker #tkdb #ritsu shinjo #ritsu shinjo x reader #fanfic #fluff #tokyo debunker fluff #tkdk fluff #oneshot

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capypub · 1 year

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Touch - Mafia!Joel Miller Extended Scene

Part of the Without Warning Series (Mafia!Joel Miller x OFC)

Rating: M (smut. smut. smut. swearing. smut.)

Summary: Joel's late for dinner again...he comes home to face his punishment...

MDNI. 18+ content.

AN: Can be considered a continuation of Don't Be Late

Without Warning Masterlist

The job had run longer than anticipated, delays in the project keeping Joel occupied at the office where he conducted actual contracting jobs. He’d been putting more time into his business front with tax season slowly approaching, he had to make sure things were still in order to avoid any government suspicions. Plus, with his alliances forming nicely after taking down David and his band of idiots, he’d experienced a significant drop in supply loss, allowing him more mental space to deal with his legit company.

The time had gotten away from him as he closed a deal on a new project downtown, the estimated profit keeping his spirits high. He’d been riding the high of success all day that he didn’t pay any mind to his phone, one important notification getting lost amongst the others until he finally got a moment to himself, his investors having left not too long.

It popped up after he’d sorted through his emails for the day, a delayed reminder of what he’d already seemed to have missed. Dinner at 7pm.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He bolted from his chair, the rolling seat nearly toppling over from the force as he swiped his keys off the table and ran out the door to his truck. His heart was beating at an unsafe rate as he turned a street car with an obnoxious screech of his tires.

Fuck. He fucked up. He really fucked up.

It was nearing 9pm when he got home, a bundle of roses and a stuffed bear from the gas station in his arms as he walked in through the garage. The house was eerily quiet, most of the downstairs lights off already. Fucking shit.

He didn’t dare call out to her, knowing how utterly screwed he was this time.

Moving up the stairs with only the flashlight on his phone as a light source, he crept up each step like the next person about to die in a horror movie, blood rushing through his ears as he grew more and more anxious. There was a warm light peeking through the crack at the bottom of their bedroom door. She was awake. Of course, she was still awake.

The door creaked open. He stood there, biting his lip nervously, taking in what would have been a comforting scene any other day. Any other day where he hadn’t fucked up and forgotten about dinner with his girl. She didn’t look up from the book in her lap, hair pinned up loosely as she read by the light of her bedside lamp.

Joel swallowed the thick lump in his throat, praying to whatever higher being out there that she didn’t unleash hell on him and if she did, she took mercy on his poor old soul. Although small, she had a fire that he often enjoyed poking and teasing at, unless that fire burst into pure wrath, because then he was absolutely terrified to be on the receiving end of it.

“...Hey...baby girl…” he spoke softly, taking a hesitant step into the bedroom, adjusting his grip on his offering that he hoped would lessen the inevitable blow.

“Long day?” she asked, slowly turning the page of her book, voice unnervingly calm.

“Uh,” he swallowed his nerves, taking another hesitant step towards her. “Y-yeah, got the deal…breakin’ ground next week,” he said with an uneasy chuckle. “B-brought you somethin’,” he added quickly, laying the flowers and stuffed bear down at the end of the bed.

She was too still, too quiet. He didn’t like it one bit. How could this tiny woman strike so much fear into him?

“Tired?” she asked, not even glancing at his gifts.

“Uh…yeah, a little…” he shrugged, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his breathing coming out in uneven shudders. He closed his eyes, mentally preparing to just bite the bullet. “Are…are you mad at me?”

She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. “No.”

“Really?” he questioned softly, hesitant to get any closer.

“Not mad,” she muttered, opening her eyes with a slight shake of her head. “Disappointed.”

He sighed in defeat. Honestly, he’d take her being pissed off and furious over let down, disappointed, whatever it was she was displaying to him now. Pressing his lips together in a thin line, he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to grasp her ankle that was tucked under the sheets. She inched it back towards her body, causing a pang to shoot through his chest. He hated when she withdrew from him like this.

“Look, baby, I’m sorry. Time got away from me, can I make it up to you? We can go out to that breakfast place you love so much, I’m yours for the entire day, darlin’,I swear” he tried to bargain, desperate to be back in her good graces.

She scowled at him, folding the covers back and setting her book on the nightstand. “Sit down, Joel,” she said flatly, nodding towards the armchair in the corner of the room, the one he’d often sit and fiddle with his guitar in when he had some downtime.

Nodding, he got up, easing back into the chair as she followed behind him without another word. Her silence was maddening as she brought her hand to his jaw, her soft fingers caressing his trimmed stubble. It was strange, the contrast between the irritation in her eyes and the soft touches she gave him. It was…unnerving.

“Gun,” she demanded quietly, opening her hand to him.

He tensed, but gave up his pistol without a second thought. She held it in her smaller hands for a moment before setting it on the dresser. He sat stiffly as she came around the back of the chair, her hands on his shoulders, starting to massage his tense muscles with a soft sigh from her lips.

“B-baby, can we just…talk ab-.”

“Hush, Joel,” she cut him off, gripping his shoulders a little firmer to emphasize her cold words.

He shut his mouth immediately with a soft click of his teeth, his body buzzing from her touch, his mind still apprehensive by her too calm demeanor. He couldn’t even enjoy how her fingers attempted to work the tension out of his shoulder blades, too nervous about the leashed anger she could have brewing inside her.

“I had something special planned for tonight, just for you,” she admitted softly, her lips grazing the shell of his ear, making him jump at the sudden warm breath on him. She chuckled darkly at his reaction.

“I’m so sorry, really, b-.”

“Shut up, Joel,” she huffed, bringing a hand to the back of his head, fisting his salt and pepper curls tightly in her hand and pulling back so that he was forced to look up at her once she stood straight again.

He couldn’t help but groan at the sharp pain and the way she commanded him so effortlessly fueled by her own frustration.

His mind fogged briefly as he recalled the previous times she’s pulled his hair like this, usually when she was under him and desperate for his touch, not like this though, not with a blazing fire in her dark eyes and a slight scowl on her pretty, pouty lips.

“Getting turned on already, baby?” she smirked, noticing how he shifted uncomfortably in the chair, the outline of his cock prominent against the dark denim of his jeans as his legs spread in a futile attempt to relieve some of his discomfort. “Too bad,” she scoffed, releasing his hair, his throat eliciting another deep groan, this time of frustration, escaping his lips as he reached around to try and chase her form.

“Stop,” she commanded, grabbing his wrist just as he was about to grab onto her waist. “Stay.”

She backed up from him, his hand falling into his lap as he watched her closely. She stood just in front of the bed, her fingers gripping the ends of his t-shirt that she wore, the one she often wore to sleep. Joel’s hungry gaze followed each movement closely, his mouth going dry as she pulled the shirt over her head, revealing a black lace set, lines of flimsy lace crossing over her chest and down her sternum, leaving her nipples exposed and lifted under the soft material. Fuck.

She kept her eyes on him as she slid back onto the bed, slipping those tiny sleep shorts off to reveal the rest of her hidden set to him. He swore under his breath, bringing his fist to his mouth as he bit his knuckle roughly, his knee bouncing erratically as he tried to keep from jumping on her. Gods, she was absolutely stunning as she peered over her body at him, laying out on the giant bed, his own personal pinup model.

The dainty material had no real structure, the criss-crossing strips of black lace connected along her waist to the garter belt fit snugly on her hips. Hungry eyes trailed down her form until he was looking directly at her soaked pussy, exposed to the air, the only hints of underwear being more lace strips lining her hips.

Joe’s dark gaze continued down to the sheer stockings covering her feet up to her thighs, held up by the clips of the garter belt. Her hand came down to trail a teasing line down her stomach, head laid back on the bed as she spread her legs for him, dainty fingers rubbing her clit in slow circles.

“B-baby,” he pleaded, shifting his seat again, bringing his free hand to rub over his aching cock through his jeans.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Joel,” she snapped, lifting her head, catching him trying to undo his belt buckle. “You’re not allowed to touch…yourself or me,” she said, sitting up on one elbow, glaring at him as she rubbed at her clit, dipping her ring finger into her dipping heat with a soft sigh, closing her eyes.

This was his punishment. He’d take her yelling at him over this torture any day.

“P-please, baby…” he begged, unsure of what he was begging for exactly, just needing her to do something besides play with herself as if he wasn’t even there, willing and ready.

He grunted, trying to readjust his throbbing cock as he sat back, taking deep breaths in a weak attempt to get a hold of himself.

“Touch yourself again and I’ll tie your hands to the chair,” she warned, hearing the slight shift of his belt buckle over his heavy breathing.

Fuck, that was hot. The threat. The way she held control over him. The way she tortured him. It was the most pleasurable kind of punishment.

“C-can I at least-.”

“No, stay there and watch,” she cut him off sharply, dipping two fingers into her dripping heat, crooking them slightly with a self-satisfied sigh as she closed her eyes.

He sat, squirming and panting like a dog, for who knows how long while she worked herself up agonizingly slowly, teasing herself open, her body on full display to him. He didn’t try to plead with her again, just took his punishment as best he could, clothes too constricted, body too warm, cock too hard, overall just too on edge, by the time she lifted her head again.

“Look at you,” she cooed, bringing her fingers to her lips, licking her own juices off, causing him to groan and swear under his breath. “You look absolutely wrecked, baby.”

He grunted, itching to get out of the chair, but holding himself back as he fisted the ends of the arm rests with white knuckles. “D-darlin’…” he pleaded, his voice almost like a low whine as he watched her lick the length of her index finger clean, transfixed on how her juices glistened in the low light.

“It sucks, doesn’t it…” she said softly, bringing her wet fingers down to circle her nipples, his eyes following every moment, watching the soft bud perking from her touch. “...to be waiting and waiting…and not get what you want?” she cooed with a wicked smirk, moving to her other nipple, working it to a stiff peak as she tilted her head back with an erotic sigh, presenting the curve of her neck to him.

“P-please, sweetheart,” he groaned, unable to keep still at this point, knees bouncing frantically, hands moving up and down his thighs as he tried to find some relief.

“Answer me,” she demanded with a slight glare, her own eyes a little hazy, pupils dilated but he could sense the irritation still present behind them.

“Yes, y-yes, it sucks, I’m sorry, baby,” he groaned desperately, loudly, his hips jerking into the air fruitlessly as he attempted to chase the pleasure that wouldn’t come, body coated in a light layer of sweet from how painfully turned on he was by her little show.

She chuckled, a dark sound that had his pulse skyrocketing. “You’re going to watch me come, handsome,” she stated leaving no room for argument, leaning back, spreading her legs wider as she now used both hands on herself, two fingers thrusting lewdly into her soaking heat, the other hand working her clit in quick, tight circles. He couldn’t take the sounds of her wet, squelching pussy sucking in her fingers, a desperate moan for her covering the sounds momentarily.

“L-let me do it, p-please, baby, let me make you feel good, I’m sorry,” he now openly whined from his spot, grinding up into the air in time with her fingers, feeling like he might come in his pants just from watching her.

“No. This is your punishment, Joel. Take it and maybe I’ll think about letting you come,” she panted, lost in her own touch, her own hips jerking against her hand as she moaned.

“Please…please…” he begged, mouth running on its own accord at this point, urging her to come, leaning forward as he desperately wished to feel her.

“Gonna come for you, baby,” she sighed blissfully, her hands working up speed until she was shaking, her legs closing around her own hand as she rode the waves of her own high.

She took a moment to catch her breath, slowly opening her legs and bringing two fingers back to her mouth, sucking on her fingertips as she sat up to assess Joel. He was trembling in his seat, lips parted slightly as he watched her come down, his cock straining painfully against his jeans as he took labored breaths, sweat beading down the sides of his face. He was a mess, an absolute mess of a man who looked ready to break at any moment.

Sliding off the bed, she approached him, bringing her fingers out of her mouth and offering them to him. He leaned forward, immediately wrapping his dry lips around her fingertips, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as he tasted her.

Pushing his shoulder, she eased him to sit back in the chair, pulling her fingers from his lips slowly. Running a hand through the sweaty curls on his forehead, she smiled at him, a true smile filled with affection, her original coldness no longer present as she caressed his face. “Did so well, handsome,” she praised softly, her voice barely above a whisper as he choked on a desperate noise, her touch electrifying against his very sensitive nerves. “Did exactly as you were told…”

“P-please…” he groaned, eyes unfocused as he looked up at her, trembling and aching in his pants, his voice cracking at the end as if he might actually cry.

“What do you want, baby? You want me to touch you? You want to touch me?” she asked softly, standing between his spread legs, resting both hands on his shoulders. “You can touch now, Joel, you earned it.”

“Y-yeah,” he nodded, hands immediately grabbing a hold of her waist, yanking her forcefully onto his lap as he attached his lips to her perked nipple, groaning in satisfaction as he rutted up into her like an animal.

She sighed softly, holding onto him as he grinded his clothed cock against her wet heat, the fabric growing damp from the excess of her orgasm dripping down her thighs. Joel’s nails dug into her hips as he grinded into her, his mouth and teeth leaving sharp bites and marks across her breasts as he grunted and growled like a savage beast.

“Fuck, Joel, yes,” she sighed, leaning her head back, remaining pliant as he finally pulled himself out of his pants, hissing at the open air on his overly sensitive tip.

He used one hand to lift her hips, holding the base of his length with his other hand until he could aim and thrust up into her fully, both of them moaning at the intrusion. She squeezed his length so perfectly, warm, wet heat, coating his neglected cock. His mind was absolutely gone at this point, his body moving only on primal urges as he fucked her in quick, hard thrusts, growling and grunting viciously.

It didn’t take long for his own release to wash over them. She whined as he rutted into her, a sharp snarl escaping his throat as he pumped her full of his come, holding her down on his cock until there was nothing left to give.

Joel went still after his release, eyes closed, chest rising and falling erratically as he tried to catch his breath, mind still too foggy to resist as she eased herself off his lap, disappearing into the bathroom momentarily. In his fucked out haze, he could hear the faint sound of the toilet flushing before she reappeared, fully dressed in her loungewear again.

He watched with tired eyes as she went over to her bedside table, the foil of a Plan B pill crinkling in the quietness of the room briefly before she popped it in her mouth, followed by a long drink of water.

“You okay, handsome?” she asked softly, returning to his lap, offering him the half-full bottle of water.

“I’m good,” he nodded, his senses returning to normal after a quick, refreshing sip.

“Need anything?” she followed-up, her fingernails scratching lightly at his scalp just how he liked after a long day.

He shook his head, sweaty arms wrapping around her, keeping her held tightly against his chest. “Just you…”

“You did so well, Joel, took your punishment so perfectly,” she purred against his jaw, leaving a trail of wet kisses across his heated skin.

He hummed as his large rough hands held her tightly against his body. “...I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured after a moment, eyes closed as he rested his head on her shoulder.

“It’s fine, Joel…there will be other dinners…besides…you’ve made up for it more than enough,” she praised him, kissing all over his face sweetly.

“I like when you give orders,” he muttered against her lips, words slurred from fatigue, kissing her slowly.

Now she is the one who hummed in acknowledgement. “Just don’t make being late a habit…might not let you come at all next time,” she teased with a soft laugh, earning a low chuckle from him before she pulled him into bed, leaving a trail of his clothes between the chair and bed to be dealt with the next morning.

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Overture: The rise of an imperatrix. Part 1:

The sol system was pure chaos. Humans did whatever they could to defend themselves on their own system, at the same time they tried to form search and rescue groups for all the escape pods that were floating around all the system. Searching something inside an entire system was taxing, but doing so while avoiding the attack of several navies that were attacking combined, that was soul consuming.

Marco – Hey! Steve! I have another signal near us!

Steve – What are you waiting then, let’s go get them.

Marco – But… If it is a trap?

Kale – They are too busy for that, the captain told us to save anyone floating around here, and that is what we are going to do. Marco, turn on the thrusters, the silent search finished. We grab them and run away.

The ship jumped to life and after a few seconds the pod was in front of the bridge. This small merchant ship was doing what it could to help the surprise attack that was launched 9 days ago and only could float mindlessly until it grabs a pod and then fly away. It didn’t have any weapons of sorts, and its cargo bay barely could fit a pod.

Marco – Hey, it can’t be, this is a trap. Wasn’t the Amanitore station completely decimated?

Steve – Maybe someone got away, even i they were the first ones to be attacked.

Kale – Marco, stabilize the ship, we don’t have time. I’ll grab it as it is. Prepare to jump.

As Kale carefully used the attraction system to load the pod through the upper port of the cargo hold, Marco started the jump engine. They would return to earth orbit at a speed faster than light to avoid anyone that had read the energy signature. As soon as they heard the cargo bay close, with a soundless flash the space itself consumed the ship, leaving nothing behind.

A ship appeared out of nothing, and the signal lights let them know that dock N°3 was free. While Marco moved through the uncountable ships coming and going, trying to rescue people and bit and ends of recent battles bounced off the hull, Steve and Kale rushed to the cargo bay. They opened the hatch with their hearths in their throat, 9 days was too much time for a pod to provide oxygen, and they didn’t know what was waiting inside. After the door came down, they wished they had found two bodies instead of only one and the husk of a woman.

I was floating in space, silently, holding the body of my eight-year daughter for nine days. I wailed, and cried. I insulted the powers that be and every being I could think of until no more sorrow was left. Then, the guilt came, I regretted taking that post, marrying my now deceased husband, leaving my suspicions of the Gubni aside, I even regretted having my little girl as she was the reason it hurt so much. And then, when I could not regret any more, when all my life seemed a mistake, anger came and consumed me.

Those nine days felt like an eternity, where my sanity and consciousness slid away from myself. I forgot my previous life, goals and self, decided that my own goal was going to hunt those bastards until the limits of space itself if it was necessary and renamed myself as Boudica, an ancient queen from my country that took revenge against an empire. I drew the plan in my head, how I was going to make every of those damned plants and any other species that had a part on it suffer. While I was consumed by my thoughts, still holding the rotting remains of what used to be my daughter, the door of the pod opened. Two men were watching me without reacting as I stood up, place the carcass of what was my daughter on the hands of one of them.

Boudica – I am General Jeanette Iceni, but you will address me as Boudica. I commend you to dispose of this body, as it was one of the many mistakes those animals did. Now, I need a shower and food first. Guide me.

While Kale took the body and promptly turn away to puke for the odour and impression, Steve only could move his hand as I followed through the small corridor.

Boudica – Tell me your name and our location.

Steve – The man back there is Kale, and I’m Steve. We’re on the moon, everything is chaotic. Did you really were in Amanitore station?

Boudica – A lot of things that were there are not more, as my life. I thank you for guiding me to a shower, I’ll look for the mess hall after I’m clean. I require clothes, these are soiled, can you provide them and leave them here?

Steve – Ehhh yes ma... Sorry, Boudica.

After I washed, changed and ate, Steve guided me without pronouncing a word to the moon base officials that were doing their best to guide the sea of people moving around the station. As I went near them, I took my badge and credentials that were on the uniform I discarded after showering, and they automatically salute me.

Boudica – I’m General Jeanette Iceni, I was on the Amanitore station. I require you to guide me to the nearest press office.

Official 1 – Madam, I’m obliged to take you to the command centre right away.

Official 2 – Madam, you’ll have time to do your endeavours, but we cannot comply.

Boudica – Excuse me, I might not have spoken clearly after floating nine days in space holding the body of my own daughter. I didn’t ask you where I should be. So, right now you’ll guide me to a press office, or I’ll charge both of you of insubordination and carry the sentence where you stand. As I see it, the only thing you’re allowed to do before start guiding me is checking my credentials with your scanner.

Both officers looked at the gun, holster in my hip but now with a hand on top, and then shared a look. One of them lifted the scanner, and before he pointed, I moved it in front of the camera, and it beeped with two long tones that not only proved my credential was valid but that I was part of the upper commands. They swallowed and one of them bowed slightly.

Officer 1 – Follow me, please.

Boudica – Don’t walk, run. I don’t have any time, and you already made me lose valuable seconds.

In the few minutes I ran behind a really scared officer, I wondered if I always had this capacity of intimidation and command inside me, or if it was something that came with the appearance I had taken. After taking the shower I looked in the mirror, the person I saw, it wasn’t me. A pale, lifeless skin, sunken eyes and cheeks and my eyes, the bright inside my eyes burned with hatred and madness. That look I only saw it in inmates walking the death row, and now on the same eyes that were wondering if I should have pointed the gun to the officers from the beginning…

Officer 1 – Here General Iceni.

As he opened the door, several voices came from the inside. Several complaining while others still immersed in the previous discussions. I walked in and looked at them in the eye until all the voices died out.

Boudica – I’m General Jeanette Iceni, I was on the Amanitore station. I need access to a live stream as soon as possible. Vital information needs to be shared in case we are attacked.

Carlos - Emmm, excuse me, did you say you were General Iceni from Amanitore?

Boudica – Do I need to repeat myself?

Carlos – Welcome aboard general, my name is Carlos Rodriguez, and I’ll be glad to prepare for a live broadcast. Please take a seat, and I’ll let you know when everything is ready.

I didn't like the smirk, tone, or attitude of Carlos, but as soon as I took a seat he started giving orders to every one. To check my identity, my position, to clear up the channels and call back the journalist that was presenting from the docks as changing to the earth view while they prepared a stand for two and tested the microphones. His way of giving orders was awful, but not a single step was done out of the books. I enjoyed the moment, savouring what was going to go live in a few minutes.

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Navigating Tax/Vat Preparation and Bookkeeping Solutions in the UAE

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Tax Accountant Hornsby: Your Guide to Stress-Free Tax Filing

Tax time can be a daunting experience, whether you’re an individual, small business, or corporation. With ever-changing tax laws, complex deductions, and the pressure of meeting deadlines, managing your taxes effectively requires expertise. For residents and businesses in Hornsby, a tax accountant Hornsby can be the difference between smooth, stress-free tax filing and a chaotic scramble. Here's why enlisting the services of a professional tax accountant is essential for efficient and accurate tax management.

1. Understanding the Role of a Tax Accountant

A tax accountant Hornsby is not just a number cruncher but a financial expert skilled in navigating Australia’s intricate tax system. Their role extends far beyond filing a tax return—they advise on tax planning, maximize deductions, and ensure compliance with the latest ATO regulations.

1.1 Navigating Complex Tax Laws

Tax regulations change frequently, and missing out on recent updates can lead to mistakes or missed opportunities for deductions. A tax agent Hornsby NSW stays on top of legislative changes to help you file accurate and up-to-date returns.

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Late tax filing can result in penalties, interest, and other consequences that affect your financial standing. A tax return accountant ensures you meet all deadlines, filing your return in a timely and efficient manner.

2.1 Avoiding Penalties and Interest Charges

Late or incorrect filing can attract fines and interest from the ATO. Working with an experienced tax agent near me can prevent these costly errors, ensuring you file your taxes without delay.

3. Maximizing Tax Deductions and Refunds

The Australian tax system offers numerous deductions, but not all taxpayers are aware of them. A tax advisor near me knows how to identify eligible deductions, ensuring you keep more of your hard-earned money.

3.1 Claiming Deductions You Didn’t Know Existed

Many individuals overlook potential deductions, from work-related expenses to investments. A tax accountant Hornsby has the expertise to identify and claim all allowable deductions, significantly boosting your refund or reducing your payable tax.

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If you’re a business owner in Hornsby, managing your taxes becomes more complex. Hiring a business agent Hornsby provides you with personalized advice on tax planning, structuring, and compliance, ensuring your business remains financially healthy.

4.1 Tax Strategies for Small Businesses

Small businesses can benefit immensely from strategic tax planning. A tax agent Hornsby advises on how to structure your business, take advantage of government incentives, and manage expenses to minimize your tax liability.

5. Efficient Tax Return Preparation

Preparing a tax return isn’t just about filling in numbers—it's about organizing your financial information accurately. A professional accountant Hornsby uses their knowledge and tools to prepare your return efficiently, saving you time and stress.

5.1 Using the Latest Tax Software

An experienced tax agent Hornsby NSW utilizes advanced tax software to streamline the process, ensuring that your tax return is completed accurately and filed without any complications.

6. Handling ATO Audits

An ATO audit can be stressful and time-consuming. Engaging a tax advisor near me to manage your tax affairs reduces the likelihood of errors that trigger an audit, and if one occurs, they can represent you throughout the process.

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Should the ATO request an audit, your accountant for taxes ensures all records are in order. They guide you through the audit process and handle any inquiries from the ATO on your behalf, making the ordeal much smoother.

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Tax season can be particularly overwhelming for individuals, especially those unfamiliar with the tax system. A tax agent near me takes this burden off your shoulders by handling everything from filing to managing communications with the ATO.

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The certainty that your taxes are being handled by a professional brings peace of mind. You can relax, knowing your financials are in expert hands, free from the anxiety of missing deadlines or making costly mistakes.

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Tax accounting isn’t just about the present—it’s about planning for the future. A skilled tax accountant Hornsby helps you develop long-term tax strategies that ensure financial stability, whether you’re preparing for retirement, a business expansion, or significant investments.

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Proper tax planning can significantly reduce your future liabilities. Whether it's through superannuation contributions, trust structures, or investing in tax-effective strategies, your accountant provides guidance on building a tax-efficient future.

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Over-contributing to your superannuation can result in penalties. An experienced accountant Hornsby NSW ensures you contribute within allowable limits, avoiding excess contribution taxes.

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For sole traders and freelancers, managing taxes can be even more challenging due to irregular income and expenses. A tax return accountant offers specialized advice tailored to your unique situation, ensuring you optimize your tax outcomes.

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Sole traders and freelancers often struggle with managing irregular income and varied expenses. A tax accountant provides the tools and advice needed to track your finances accurately, helping you claim legitimate deductions and reduce taxable income.

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Property investments come with their own set of tax complexities. Whether it’s claiming depreciation on rental properties or navigating capital gains tax, a tax accountant Hornsby ensures that property investors take full advantage of available tax benefits.

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If you’re selling an investment property, capital gains tax can significantly impact your profits. A tax agent Hornsby NSW assists with planning your property sales to minimize your CGT liabilities, ensuring a more favorable outcome.

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One of the key advantages of working with a local accountant Hornsby is their deep understanding of the community and the specific tax concerns faced by residents and businesses in the area. Personalized service ensures that your tax needs are met with precision and care.

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