#that they stopped reblogging and commenting and the likes on said fan works. once they started 'writing' an actual 'plot' to the comic

[natti-ice]

Can I PLEASE have some Colin bridgerton smut? My man deserves it he's so overlooked by Anthony and Benedict that no one barely writes for him and it makes me sadd :(

Imagine you and Colin are on travel(or a honeymoon even) and he just ruins you on a balcony ofc you scold him for it but it's not like he would listen to you

Pairing: Colin Bridegerton x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+mdni, groping, teasing, clit play, semi public sex, p in v, creampie. (1.3k words)

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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You're standing outside on the small terrace right outside your bedroom of the chateau you've been staying at for the past few days, the warm summer air blows gently across your skin as you watch the sun set in the distance. Your week has been quite hectic with all the traveling you and your now husband Colin have been doing, he always promised you that once you were wed he would show you the world and he's done very well at keeping his word. The day after your wedding the two of you set off into adventure, stopping off in many cities in England before working your way through Europe.

You were amazed at just how grand everything was outside of your city, you had grown so accustomed to the high social life you were brought up in, it never crossed your mind that others did not live the way you did, and when you found out, it was life changing. In such a short amount of time you had learned so much from the people you and Colin came across, he's quite the tour guide, he shows you to all of the best places for food and always seems to find the most unique forms of entertainment. You were so grateful to have such a special husband, most of the other suitors were bland and didn't care for culture but Colin was different, he had a thirst for exploration and he wanted you to come along.

Though he loved to travel around and see the sights, he also loved to spend time with you. More importantly, time alone... that man hasn't been able to keep his hands to himself since you both said "I do", his hands mindlessly wander around your body at any given moment, the feeling of his rough callused hands sent a rush through your body and he knew exactly what you were feeling. It was almost if he got off on making you shiver, seeing you try to pretend you don't feel anything when his fingers graze the back of your neck while talking to some local about the price of fish in his small town really gets him going.

You were lost in thought and didn't hear the footsteps creeping up behind you until suddenly long, toned, muscular arms wrapped around your frame causing you to jump. You hear his soft chuckle and immediately realize it was your husband, "my apologies dear, I didn't mean to startle you" your heart was already racing because of his sneak up but it pounded a little harder when his hands started to caress your sides so lovingly.

You let out a soft chuckle and lean against his chest "it's alright my love, my mind was in another word" you say, then you feel his hands starting to make their way up to your chest, his large calloused hands cup your breasts through the thin fabric of the nightie that clung to your body. A gasp gets caught in your throat as you feel yourself becoming more aroused, "Colin, we mustn't do this out here, the staff will see."

Colin's warm breath fanned on the nape of your neck leaving goosebumps in its wake as he whispers "we'll give them a good show, lord knows this place lacks entertainment." Despite your protests he continues to indulge in your body, you look over the balcony to see maids hanging up laundry to dry in the distance, surely if the looked up they could see you but in this moment you stopped caring. Your love and lust for Colin was much too strong to fight.

He moved one hand slowly down your front and lifted the hem of your dress to expose your undergarments that were now damp with your arousal, Colin runs his middle and ring fingers teasingly over your clothed slit sending a shiver down your spine. "Mmm, you're already so wet for me. Just how I like you." His dirty words make you feel like the only woman in the world, the pleasure he gives you is unlike anything you have ever experienced and you know you'll never find anything that will compare. His fingers found their way into your panties and he begun teasing your swollen clit with the pads of his fingers, you fought back moans, you didn't want him to know the effects he had on you but he was already well versed in your pleasure.

The hand that was still on your breast made its way you your neck, he held it gently but firm enough that you knew you weren't going anywhere.

"Tell me what you want, dear. Tell me what you crave." He whispers huskily into your ear, his desire for you strong in each of his words. His fingers slowly circled around your entrance, giving you a teasing taste of what's to come if you just ask.

"You," you let out breathlessly, "I want you." He hums as he is delighted by your response and pulls his hand from your clit making you whimper softly with need, he takes his hand off of your throat to quickly pull down his sleeping pants. You feel his hardened cock against your ass as he pulls up the fabric of your nightgown, his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear and pull them down to your ankles. He spreads your legs with his knee and pushes your back forward slowly, your chest presses against the cool metal of the railing in front of you. He takes your hands and makes you grip the rail as he teasingly says "you might want to hold on, dear."

He lines himself up behind you and slowly runs his tip between your folds before pushing his length into your dripping pussy, your body shakes slightly as your senses are taken over by pleasure. He starts slow, rocking his hips against yours as he holds onto your waist firmly to keep you in place, his cock stretches you out deliciously making you moan softly. Your sounds encourage him to go harder, it's taking everything in him to not completely ruin you right now, he wants to prolong the experience to make sure you feel everything. Once he sets a good pace, that's when he starts to have fun with you. He snakes one hand under your bunched up dress and palms your bare tit, he groans into your ear as he pinches your hard nipple, "you feel so fucking good, fit so perfectly around my cock." You can't fight it anymore, you let your moans fly freely for the world to hear, you'll probably regret it later but you don't care right now.

You were certain everyone in the whole estate knew exactly what was taking place, your loud moans bounced off the walls as you came all over his cock, Colin was in complete ecstasy and couldn't care less about any onlookers. Let them watch. Let them see who owns you.

A few more pumps into your tight channel was all it took to send Colin over the edge, he groaned loudly as his hips bucked against you whilst his seed flooded your womb. He panted heavily as he slowly pulled out of you, both of your fluids covered his length in a beautifully raunchy mess. You slowly stood up straight and turned around to face him, the smile on his face matched yours as you both began to giggle softly. You feel so relaxed but you were still a bit embarrassed about allowing him to take you so publicly. "Colin Bridgerton, you are a very scandalous man" you say teasingly and lightly hit his left peck, he laughs heartily at your comment and takes your hand,  bringing it to his mouth and placing a soft, loving kiss to it. "My apologies, dear. You are too irresistible, I cannot contain my desire for you." He says with a smile and helps you straighten out your clothing before leading you back into your bedroom where he will most likely repeat the events that just transpired.

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[brairslair]

op monster trio x fem!reader nsfw headcanons

EVERYONE IS 18+ (minors need to scram)

a/n: remember, these are hc’s and just my opinion!

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“just enjoy this”

luffy:

very talkative and vocal during sex

always just says whats on his mind

“wow, you’re so wet for me already”

“you look so pretty when your face scrunches up like that”

“that feels good. go faster”

not shy at all about moaning and can get really loud sometimes

like there will definitely be noise complaints

kinda a pleasure dom, but can also get really needy sometimes

wants to make sure you feel just as good as he does

“does that feel good?”

“how’s this?”

“you like it when i do that?”

loves bringing food into the bedroom (obviously)

aphrodisiacs? yes

licking whipped cream, hot fudge, caramel, etc, off your body? yuh huh

and his stamina is HIGH

he also gets really excited about trying new things, and will try pretty much anything once if it’s something you’re into

one of his favorites is mirror sex

spreading you out on his fingers or his dick and making sure you watch yourself

he just wants you to see the beautiful view that he gets to see

plus then he gets double of you, and more you is always good

loves when you get vocal, so if you’re on the shyer side he will definitely work overtime so he gets to hear you

will make it a game to see how loud he can get you

he also speaks portuguese bc it makes sense and also i said so !!!!

sometimes his language setting accidentally switches to portuguese when he’s fucked out

“vou meter em você ate você gritar meu nome”

goes crazy when you say his name

even crazier when you get so cockdrunk that you start babbling nonsense

honestly he can’t help but laugh

like full on belly laughing like a maniac while he’s breaking your brain

but he just thinks you’re the cutest and he can’t contain himself

sometimes he’ll have a conversation with you while you’re in that state, acting like he can understand anything you’re saying

“feels good huh?”

you’ll whine out something indecipherable in response

“yeah i know!”

he’s always happy if you tell him what you want and how you’re feeling

because he just loves you so much and he wants you to enjoy it too

because he thinks you deserve the world

can also get pretty dominant/demanding sometimes without even realizing it, just because he’s so blunt

he’s just a man who knows what he wants and goes for it

if he’s especially needy, he gets a little more rough with you

holding your hair as he fucks your mouth, because your eyes look so pretty when you look up at him like that

or fucking you hard and fast to chase his own release, leaving bruises on your hips from how tightly he’s gripping them

even then, he’ll always do frequent check ins to make sure you’re still enjoying it

messy kisser

loves kissing and licking and nibbling all over your body

definitely leaves marks

he’s also not shy about PDA, (mostly because he does not understand the social construct of what is and is not appropriate to do in public), so he loves when he gets to see his love marks on you the next day

thinks u look rly pretty with his love all on you

he’s really good with his mouth

could eat you out for hours, and wont stop until your whole body is shaking

big fan of face sitting

definitely more of a tits guy

always smiling into your kisses, wether he’s sweetly kissing your lips, leaving a trail down your body, or teasing your clit

loves to make you squirm, so edging you is definitely fun for him

he likes seeing you be all needy for him, especially since he’s usually the needier one (can you blame him)

definitely also challenges himself to see how many times he can make you cum in one day, and keeps track of his records

really enjoys using his devil fruit powers on you too, and laughs in excitement when it makes your eyes roll back

always gets you both water and plenty of snacks afterwards, falling into a comfortable conversation or putting on your favorite movie

zoro:

you’re the only person he feels comfortable enough to be this vulnerable with, and he trusts you with his life

you are always his number one priority, no matter what, and that naturally carries over into your sex life

he’s extremely attentive to you, in and out of the bedroom

knows your body better than he knows his own

always knows exactly what you need and just how to make your eyes roll back

he’s a “just relax and let me take care of you” kind of guy, and all he cares about is making you feel good

after all, you always make him feel good, even without doing a single thing

but of course he soaks in anything and everything you graciously give him

he quietly feels undeserving of your love, so he’s really big on being praised

your sweet words only spur him on to make you cum even harder

usually more of a soft dom

but if you ask nicely, sometimes he’ll let you take care of him when you know he needs to just relax

he’s gentle with his strength and careful not to hurt you

likes to fuck you hard but slow, wanting it to last as long as possible

he lives to hear your pretty noises of overstimulation as he makes sure to hit the right spots with every agonizing thrust

your legs held over his shoulders so you can feel every inch of him

doesn’t pick up his pace, even when you’re trembling and trying to move your hips against his

“i’ve got you. just enjoy this”

not super talkative, but definitely gets more vocal the more comfortable he gets being intimate with you

lots of grunts and groans against your neck

sometimes an occasional moan or curse will slip out

when he does talk, it’s soft and low, whispered for only your ears to hear

his voice gets a little deeper when he’s like this, and it grounds you and shakes you to your core somehow at the same time

he loves kissing you, and pouring every feeling he can’t put into words onto your lips

rly likes watching your face to see every pretty little expression you make

likes seeing how good he’s making you feel

also really big on eye contact

wether he’s fingering you, eating you out, fucking you, you’re giving him head, whatever, he wants to look into your eyes and watch them as they get all glassy

“hey, look at me. keep your eyes open”

a little bit into dacryphilia , because it feels so intimate to him

making you feel so overwhelmed with pleasure that it brings you to tears, then kissing all your tears away as you fall apart for him

he’s also really good with his fingers because of how much dexterity he’s built up in his hands from all those years of swordsmanship training

the reason he also has insane stamina ^

if you get bratty with him he’ll get bratty back (he’s a part of the sassy man apocalypse)

sometimes if you’re being particularly bratty, or when he gets cocky after a really good training session, he can get a little more riled up into being more talkative and commanding

but he still never loses that softness, because to him you’re angel on earth, and his love and adoration for you is overflowing

“if you’re that needy, just ask for it. don’t need to make a fuss”

“that’s it, keep going”

“go ahead, you can let go for me”

“tell me what you want me to do and i’ll do it, but you have to use your words”

if he’s feeling really confident, he might pin you against his surface of choice while he ruts into you, licking into your mouth to savor your taste

^ he feels guilty at first for being rough with you, but any fears of him being selfish fly out the window when he hears you moan his name all desperate and hoarse and fucked out

“you like it when im rough like this, huh?”

“what was that, honey? you gotta speak up”

“i know you’ve got one more in you, baby, don’t hold out on me”

no matter what, he always makes sure you cum at least twice before he does

he’s not super into pda, but he secretly loves when you leave marks on him

especially when you scratch up his back or his chest

they feel like battle scars and make him feel all proud and shit

he’ll “discreetly” show them off walking around topless, but he’ll still glare at anyone if they make a comment about it

he also joins the pda train anytime he sees you talking to another man that isn’t a part of the crew

or any time he’s drunk off his ass ^^

thigh/ass guy

he loves feeling your body shutter and twitch from his touch

he doesn’t smile too often, but you sometimes get lucky enough to see it

he’ll hold your jaw up and smile lazily into your sweet kisses while he fucks you deep with his fingers

constantly longs to show his devotion to you, and takes his time to make sure you feel it

lots of sleepy and lazy sex

also shower/bath sex

he lives to hear your sweet sounds

he will not stand for it if you try to hide your pretty little noises from him

“c’mon, don’t do that. let me hear you”

“don’t get all shy on me now”

“there’s my girl”

he’ll always put a pillow under your hips

he likes to wrap his arms around your waist to pull you as close to him as possible

he also just finds it really hot when you arch your back

he’ll fuck you so good that you genuinely cannot stand after he’s finished with you

then he’ll run you both a warm bath, hold you to his chest, and wash off your body and your hair as you both relax into the comfortable silence

sanji:

worships the ground you walk on (seriously considered starting a religion)

loves to be romantic and set the mood

cooking you both a nice intimate dinner, lighting candles, peppering rose petals, giving you massages, etc etc

but once you guys actually start getting intimate, he cannot WAIT to get his hands on you

but he still respects you and treats you like a fucking queen, because to him you are

not an exaggeration by any means either, he will build you a throne

he asks permission before kissing you

won’t touch you unless you give him permissiom

will do or say genuinely anything you ask him to, no questions asked

but will also pathetically rut his hips against your clothed cunt while you make out and cum in his pants if you allow it

he can get rock hard just at the sight of you

not even in a pervy way, it’s just that you’re sooo sexy and everything you do is like his siren song

definitely a sub

loves receiving, and feels blessed with every ounce of pleasure you grant him

but making you feel good gives him just as much pleasure, because he worships you after all

knowing he’s the one making you feel good really gets him going

he’ll worship your body for HOURS with no expectations to receive anything in return

he can get off untouched just by knowing he’s making you feel good

loves eating you out, and is extremely talkative

more than willing to be on his knees for you at any time

loves praising you (of course) and is always eager to encourage you

“you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen”

“you taste so sweet, mon amour”

“want you to cum so badly, sweetheart”

“please let me help you come undone my love”

he loves when you praise him too

however, he also goes crazy when you get a little mean

likes it when you use him for your own pleasure after a restless night or a frustrating mission

or when you edge him for hours as punishment for making a flirtatious comment towards another woman (atp he only does it to get this result)

he is also not beneath begging !

sucker for romance during sex too

loves holding your hand while he makes you see stars or while you let him use your mouth

kissing all over you while you both fall apart

babbling and whining against your lips about how much he loves you

loves when you mark him up, and will proudly show them off

practically gets heart eyes every time he looks at you, but his eyes are BULGING when he sees your perfect tits

loves sucking on them while you ride him

very cheesy and dramatic lines and pet names, but they all come straight from his heart and he means every single word

really likes it when you pull his hair

definitely whimpers and whines and moans your name like a prayer

says “thank you” when you let him cum because he’s so polite

probably has a breeding kink

definitely has low stamina at the beginning of your relationship and doesn’t last very long, but builds it up over time

still makes sure you’re more than fully satisfied even if he’s already finished

would let you tie him up, blindfold him, gag him, whatever you want, and he would enjoy the fuck out of every second

he would still complain and whine about not being able to touch/see/praise you a bit though

super passionate kisser

also always extremely sensitive, because it’s you

lots of cuddles and kisses and sweet words after the two of you are done until you fall asleep with your limbs tangled

asks are open!

[show-your-fangs]

What about a teenage!Jack where his friends are over and keep commenting how his Mom (reader) is attractive and Aaron finds it funny but Jack is mortified?

this is fucking GOLD. enjoy another installment of moments au

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!Reader

Words: 665

CW: nothing, cursing mostly.

Tags/warnings: jack's friends being pervs, cursing, jack defending his mom and dad.

Disclaimer: YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY CONSENT. REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED THOUGH. YOU MAY NOT FEED MY WORK TO ANY AI DATABASES OF ANY KIND OR TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI. FUCK AI.

Aaron honestly couldn’t blame them. He honestly found it funny, how their cheeks would flush every time you walked past, seconds away from catching them saying the most inappropriate things about you. He knew they didn’t know he could hear them from his office, the angle keeping him hidden as he tried to work while also allowing for their voices to carry down the hall. 

Jack had brought his friends over for a pool day and he’d requested that the two of you leave them alone, that they could fend for themselves. But as much as he’d pleaded, you were still unable to stop yourself.

You’d made them snacks, prepared a homemade ice tea, would check in every so often to make sure they were doing okay. And every time, without fail, his friends would pretend to be utter gentlemen, thanking you profusely until you left them alone once more and they turned from the kids their parents through they were into the horny teenagers they really were. 

It became clear to Aaron immediately why Jack didn’t want you around. It had nothing to do with his independence but rather the fact that his friends clearly didn’t know how to act around his mom. They’d made every inappropriate comment a teenage boy could come up with, and every time Jack would groan or roll his eyes or politely ask them to chill. But every time you showed your face the comments would start up again. 

It was after lunch when shit hit the fan. You’d ordered a big family meal style delivery, had set up the large containers in the kitchen, with the boys’ help which they were eager to give, and had made a plate for yourself and Aaron. They thought you couldn’t hear them in the kitchen, thought they were being so slick, but they should’ve known better than to not wait for you to exit the room. 

“I still don’t know how your dad bagged her,” Eric started, clearly teasing. “She’s just so—”

“So out of his league,” Dylan finished and the two of them snickered together. 

“If I had a step mom like that…” Nick sighed and the other two chuckled, no words needed for the four of them to know what he wanted to say. Jack couldn’t help but cringe, the mere thought of his stupid friends thinking about you this way appalling. 

“You boys need anything else?” you said loudly from the kitchen, a cue for them to stop talking as you pushed the door open with your hip. 

“We’re okay, thanks mom,” Jack’s voice was chipper like it always was with you, always soft and kind. His friends’ immediately perked up at your requests, their eyes sparkling with what you could only imagine were requests that you definitely didn’t want to know about. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Hotchner,” they practically sang in unison, their teasing only getting more pronounced as you walked down the hall, desperately trying not to give them anything else to talk about, but apparently that was completely useless.

“Check out her ass—”

“Shut the fuck up, dude,” you heard Jack groan, his patience finally running thin. His friends stilled in an instant, your instinct to fix it slowly creeping up from your heart to your brain. But Aaron was quick, his hand wrapped around your waist before you could move. “How would you like it if I talked about your mom like that?”

Silence. 

“That’s what I thought,” he stated, confident. “So can you please just stop it?”

His words were followed by a string of mumbles and murmurs in agreement, ashamed apologies and admissions of guilt. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle, Aaron quickly pulling you into his office so the two of you could erupt in a fit of giggles. It was cute, almost too adorable that the boy you’d met so long ago was now defending your honor to his friends, was standing up for his mom, for his dad, for his family. 

okay i'm trying to get through some of the requests. i apologize for not being as active, you know how fanfiction authors' lives go off the rails sometimes.

i'm going to try and post a few of these before my "taking some time off" announcement. i've got a big week coming up but know i am trying.

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[runnning-outof-time]

Thanks for sending this in, Cia!! I’m sorry I kept it in my asks for so long! But I finally figured out what I want to do with it! One of my celebration blurbs, Take the Ring, had a lot of second part requests to it…and while I’m really not a big fan of writing part 2’s to oneshots, I decided to here because the gif was from season 5 and it matched up well. So here’s what I envisioned happening a little bit after the end of the events in that first part. Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Keep the Ring

Tommy Shelby x Reader (she’s not present here though)

Warnings: none

Summary: Polly shares her thoughts on what happened in Tommy’s office earlier that day.

“Are you listening, Tommy?” Polly Gray questioned, stopping her pacing to look at her nephew, who was staring straight at the wall in front of him.

Tommy snapped from the bubble he’d been encased in, quickly looking over to his aunt. It took a moment for the question she’d asked to register in his mind, but he nodded once it did. He then returned his eyes back to the wall ahead of him. “Yeah, I’m listening,” he answered in a despondent tone.

Polly pursed her lips and kept her eyes trained on him. She knew he was lying; knew there were other things taking up his mind. Her hands found her hips as she watched him intently, wondering if her stare alone would get him to talk. A few silent seconds passed, and he continued to stare at the wall. “Spill it,” she finally said, a demanding tone present in her voice.

“What?” Tommy asked, looking at her again.

“What’s on your mind, Thomas?” she asked, her eyebrows raising. Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off, “don’t say it’s nothing. I know you well enough to know that it’s not.”

A sigh escaped the sitting man’s lips, and he returned his eyes to the wall once more. He wondered for a moment if she’d drop the subject altogether. But she was Polly Gray…she wasn’t going to be standing down until she got the answer she wanted.

“(Y/N) gave the ring back,” he answered her, his words muddled together as he cast his eyes down to the floor.

“She what?” Polly asked for him to repeat what he’d just said, surprise now present in her tone. She knew that Tommy could have been sulking for a number of things, but she didn’t expect it to be about (Y/N).

“She handed me her ring. Called the engagement off,” he kept his dejected tone, trying to make it sound like this was no big deal.

“When?” Polly asked another question.

“Earlier…came to me office in Parliament. I’d…” he paused, letting out a sigh as the earlier events replayed themselves in his mind. He shook his head, unhappy with how he’d reacted to them. “I’d missed one of the things we needed to do for the wedding. I had work to finish; a meeting to go to. She took the ring off and placed it on my desk…said she was finished.”

Polly tutted at her nephew’s response. She shook her head in disbelief. Only Tommy would screw a good thing like that up. “You should keep the ring now. That girl’s given you too many chances. She doesn’t deserve to be roped in again,” she gave her thoughts on the situation.

Tommy just nodded along with what was said. He had no intentions of trying to win her back again…he made that clear when she exited the office and he went to the meeting. That was because he knew that she wouldn’t hear him out. It was clear that she was finished with everything; finished with him. And she deserved to let that be the case. Like Polly had said, he’d burned her too many times before. This was the final straw.

“This work will kill you, Thomas,” he heard Polly say, only then noticing that she’d been giving him another one of her talking-tos. He looked over to her again, just in time to watch her shake her head at him and move over to the door.

His eyes returned to the wall ahead of him as the door opened and shut, leaving him to sit with his thoughts; the ring (Y/N)’d given him back still burning a hole in his pocket.

*tags in reblogs so that they hopefully go out

…sorry if you didn’t like it - this was how I envisioned things happening afterwards.

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[megamindsecretlair]

Sit Back and Unwind

Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI., multiple uses of derogatory names and slight daddy kink. You are in charge of your own reading experience! Intentional use of AAVE. Porn without plot. Cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), oral (male receiving) derogatory language, possession kink, size kink, all consensual. Sorry if I miss any others!

Summary: As you grease Tyrone's scalp, he talks you into giving in to him and your insane chemistry.

Word Count: 1,688k

A/N: I'm going to shut my comp down for the weekend 'cause I am feral and I have nothing to say for myself. Just had an image of greasing that man's scalp and it ran away from me. Also gonna get zooted and watch the movie for the 3rd time so far. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers.

Tyrone sat with his broad shoulders in between your legs as you combed through his hair. The living room was hot and stuffy, even with your windows open and a box fan blowing. The TV played a basketball game because Tyrone didn’t want to watch one of your “wack-ass Lifetime movies”.

You moved his head as you combed through his thick, coarse hair. You parted a section and ran grease through it. Tyrone’s hands began to rub your exposed legs. “Boy stop,” you said and parted another section.

“When you gonna give me a chance?” He asked.

“Don’t bring that shit up right now,” you said and giggled.

“C’mon. I’ll make you feel good.” His hands continued to roam. His hands were rough and calloused like he been workin’ hard. You licked your lips and breathed deeply. Your attraction to this man was insane.

“You know why, Tyrone. You lucky I’m even doing your hair right now.” 

“C’moooon. I told you I ain’t even messing with nobody right now. I want you,” he said. He looked back at you so you could look into his molten brown eyes.

“Yeah? And how many bitches messin’ with you?” You turned his head and continued to grease his scalp. 

“You know I’ll have your legs shakin’ while I’m in them guts. That’s why you don’t want to give me a chance,” he said and sucked his teeth.

“I am not finna play with you!” You laughed. You laughed but you knew he was telling the truth. You heard the stories about Tyrone’s big dick. Hell, you didn’t even need the stories. Just from the way that muthafucka walk, you knew he’d have you speaking in tongues.

But you didn’t need some random little girl blowing up your phone at 3am once word got out that you fucked Tyrone. You were not prepared to throw hands every time you ran up to the hair shop.

“Why not? I’m trynna play with you.” 

You rolled your eyes and continued to part his hair. When you didn’t answer, he leaned forward and half turned on the floor. He looked you up and down, licking his juicy lips. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said. 

Your nipples pebbled and you knew he probably noticed through your flimsy tank. It was hot for entirely different reasons. He turned more until he was completely facing you. His hands rubbed your thick thighs as he kept eye contact. Your breathing turned shaky. 

“Just let me play with you. You want me to, don’t you?” 

You didn’t protest as his hands went further up. His thumbs pressed into your inner thighs and you bit your lip to keep from moaning. He found some kind of ache because he zeroed in on it, continuing to press it and massage out the knot.

He moved in between your legs, spreading them further. He unbuttoned your shorts and opened them and smirked at your panties. 

“Let me take care of that,” he said.

You leaned forward, intending to push him away. Instead, his lips descended on yours. His warm, wet tongue pressed against yours. As he kissed you, he worked your shorts off. You broke apart just long enough to lean up and get the shorts off your hips. 

He moved your panties to the side and dipped his thumb into your pussy. He hummed low in the back of his throat discovering how wet you were.

“You were just gonna sit here like this and not tell me?” He asked, his lips still pressed against yours. 

“We shouldn’t even be doing this,” you murmured. You were trying to be smart. To say all the right things. But then his thumb started to move, searching for and finding your swollen clit.

“Don’t lie to me. You want this dick. And I want to give it to you,” he said. 

“Tyrone…”

His thumb moved in tight, small circles and you started to moan. Shit. He played you like a fiddle, immediately finding what makes you weak. He moved his lips to your jaw and then to your neck, nibbling.

“Fuck,” you moaned.

“Stop fightin’ me, girl.” He licked your neck. While one hand rubbed your clit, his other hand grabbed the other side of your neck. “Let me feed you this dick.” 

You moaned and dropped your head back against the couch. Your body convulsed and moved. His body heat was oppressive. 

Your arousal tightened your belly and you cried as you got closer and closer. Your nails dug into his forearms. He stopped his hand.

“Yo, what the fuck?!” 

He tilted his head. “Beg me for that shit,” he said. 

You grunted. “Fuck you, Tyrone!” 

He squeezed your neck and pulled you closer. He stuck his thumb in your mouth and you tasted your juices on his big fingers. You moaned and sucked and he watched you, almost indifferently. His nostrils flared. 

“Look at you. Can’t help yourself. Beg me to cum,” he said.

You were still so close. You didn’t want to lose it. “Please,” you moaned around his finger.

“I can’t hear you.” 

“Please, Tyrone. Please, let me cum,” you said. You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded. You didn’t care to hold on to some bullshit morals. You’d deal with the crackheads sprung on his dick. You just wanted to cum. 

He yanked his thumb out of your mouth and returned it to your clit. Your spit mixed with your desire and you returned to moaning. “That’s my girl,” he growled.

“Shit,” you cried and finally came. How did this fucker know? Your legs shook and squeezed his waist as you came. 

“Lookin’ so fuckin’ pretty cumming for me,” he said as he watched you.

You panted as you calmed down. Your body was on fire. Sweat trickled down from your temple, under your boobs, and down your back. Somehow it wasn’t enough. You had an ache deep inside that wasn’t satisfied. 

Tyrone stood up and unbuttoned his dickies, pulling it down just far enough to release himself. He stroked his plump dick, squeezing the base and then down to the gleaming tip. 

“Get it wet for me,” he commanded.

You stared at it. Shit. The stories didn’t do him justice. You could see why he had girls cocksprung. 

“Now.” 

You huffed and scooted forward. You took the tip into your mouth. The smooth and salty taste of him had you clenching around nothing. You needed this inside of you. Your panties grew more damp by the second.

You took him as far as you could. His precum leaked out of him and you slurped it up. You brought your hands up to help you please him. You cupped his balls and rolled them. His answering growl made you shiver. You moaned around his dick as you bopped your head up and down.

He slipped his hands into your curly hair and palmed your scalp. He took control and fucked your mouth. Drool ran down your chin and you made all kinds of nasty sounds. “Nah, I’m cumming in that pretty little pussy,” he said. He slipped out of your mouth and gripped his dick.

He pushed you down onto the couch and moved your panties to the side again. He pushed in, stretching you.

“Goddamn,” he sighed as he worked his way in. He stroked in and out with shallow bursts to stretch you further. 

“Oh fuckfuckfuck,” you cried as he worked into you. There was a slight burn and you bit your lip. The pleasure was immense. 

He put all his weight on you and bit your neck. He finally bottomed out and groaned in your ear. You scratched at his back over his tank before pulling it up so that you could get to him. To his skin. He smelled like cocoa butter and sweat. Like a man.

One of his hands spread your legs more so that he could get in there deep. His other hand braced himself on the side of your head. His breath fanned your ear and neck. “Talkin’ all that shit. You ain’t got nothing to say?” 

You shook your head. Your throat was raw from moaning. 

“Yeah, this my pussy, ain’t it?” He hiked your leg higher on his hip and hit a spot deep inside that made you buck.

“There that shit is.” He grinned as he continued to aim for that spot. 

“Shit. I c-can-” You couldn’t speak as black spots winked in and out of your vision. 

“Look at me. Look at me hittin’ this shit,” he said. Your eyes rolled until they found his. Your belly flipped. You clenched around him.

“Do that shit again,” he grunted. His strokes slowed down but became more powerful. He rocked into you so that on every up slide you scooted up the couch. 

You clenched again and he smirked. “That’s right. I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

You nodded. “Yeah.” Your voice was small and weak as he continued to hit that G spot. 

“Yeah? Well tell Daddy thank you,” he said.

You huffed. You would’ve told him off if he wasn’t hitting so good. He took this shit seriously. 

“Thank you,” you said and cried out as he hit it a little too hard.

“Uh uh. Tell Daddy thank you.” 

He moved his hand from your thigh down to your neck. “Be a good little ho and tell Daddy thank you,” he demanded. 

He twisted his hips and drove into you. “Thank you Daddy!” You cried as you came all over him.

“That’s it. Squeeze Daddy’s dick,” he said. 

He fucked you through it, the wet slap of his thighs hitting yours. He tightened his grip on your neck as he moaned and busted. Steaming hot ropes of cum shot inside of you. 

And still he fucked you. “This my fuckin’ pussy. Don’t play about that shit no ‘mo.” 

He fucked his cum deeper into you. His strokes slowed down as he kissed your neck, your chest, and bit your nipple through your tank. 

“Next time I wanna see these titties bounce for me.”

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Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 4

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Joe grunted as his text message to Kiyana went unanswered for another day. “Gotta be Josh’s punk ass.” He muttered, throwing his phone onto the couch next to him. It’s been six months since he had Kiyana in his bed and he was feening for more. 

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he remembered how tight she felt wrapped around him. How intoxicating her moans sounded as she moaned in his ear . “Fuck” He whispered as he felt his pants grow tighter. He groaned and opened his eyes. “Fuck.” he muttered again, grabbing his phone and sending Kiyana another text message.

“Baby, when the last time you had some dick?” Kiyana choked on her lunch and glared at Samara as she reached for her cup of soda. 

“Girl what?” Kiyana asked. Samara shrugged. 

“You so wound up. That’s exactly what we’re doing this weekend. Getting you some dick.. Grade A dick.” 

“Can you stop saying dick?!” Kiyana hissed. “I do not need any of my coworkers over hearing this conversation.” Kiyana looked around, grateful that they were seated towards the back of the cafeteria and only one person was near them but he had on headphones. Samara had shown up to the hospital on Kiyana’s first day to have lunch with her and to hear about her day out with Josh and the boys. 

“I’m just saying.” Samara shrugged again with a smirk on her face. “Last person you had sex with was Joe, right?” Kiyana nodded. 

“Oh speaking of Joe. He texted me again.” 

“Did you respond?” Kiyana shook her head and Shrugged. 

“What was I supposed to say?” 

“Oh, big daddy Joe. I need you and that dick.” Samara said playfully, batting her eyelashes at Kiyana and laughed loudly, ducking the french fry that Kiyana threw her way. 

“Sorry to interrupt.” Kiyana and Samara looked towards the person and both of their jaws dropped open causing him to laugh a bit.  “I just wanted to introduce myself.” He said, his eyes never leaving Kiyana’s.  “I’m Elijah but everyone calls me Eli. You the new labor and delivery nurse right?”  Kiyana nodded, her mouth going dry when he flashed her a grin. “Nice to finally meet you. See you around.” He said, giving her a nice once over before biting his lip and walking away from them. 

“Fuck what I said about Joe.”  Samara said, eyes wide as she and Kiyana watched Elijah walk away from them. “If you don’t ride that man six ways to Sunday… I will.” 

Josh let out a growl when he saw Shanté waiting outside by his rental. He knew it was too good to be true. He could have swore her crazy ass had got sent back down to NXT but here she was, wearing a customized YEET shirt that had “MRS. USO” on the back. 

“Bruh, you trippin’” He muttered. Standing as far away from her as possible. “Whatchu want?” He looked around to see if there were any lingering fans around. He did not need any picture of him and Shanté hitting social media. 

“I miss you.” She pouted and Josh rolled his eyes. “C’mon Josh. Those four months meant something to you too.” 

“I didn't,” he said bluntly. “We had sex that’s it.” Shante rolled his eyes not believing what he was saying. 

“Josh, come on! You were so mad that I went out with Theory.” 

“Nah” He shook his head., “I was mad that Kiyana was being a bitch and refusing to bring the boys to see me because we were fighting and I took it out on you. I don’t give a damn about you and Austin.”  Shante furrowed her eyebrows. 

“What?”

Josh sighed. “It was nothing but sex Shanté. Yeah I said some shit that I shouldn’t of said. But I never wanted to be with you.” He shrugged, not caring if it came off mean. He was sick and tired of popping up everywhere. “It was just sex.” He repeated, and as expected Shanté marched up to him and smacked him in his face.

“I’m happy Kiyana divorced you, you piece of shit” She glared at him before ripping her shirt over her head and throwing it in a nearby trash can. Not caring that she was now walking around in her bra. 

“You and everyone else.” He muttered before climbing into his rental and driving towards the hotel. 

Kiyana fell backwards onto her bed. She was beyond exhausted. She closed her eyes and sighed. She would have to get used to this feeling, no longer a stay at home mom or a wife. She was almost asleep when he phone dinged with a notification, 

ElijahDaniels has requested to follow you. 

Kiyana bit her lip as she scrolled through his instagram account.

This man was too fine for his own good. She accepted his follow request and immediately received a DM from him. 

ElijahDaniels: those your kids? They look just like u.  KiyanaJackson_: yeah and thank you, lol. You’re the only person to ever say that.  ElijahDaniels: i aint know you was married tho. Tell you husband my bad lmao.  KiyanaJackson_: divorced actually.  ElijahDaniels: good KiyanaJackson_ good? Lol ElijahDaniels: yeah, now i can get to know u better.  ElijahDaniels: see u tomorrow ❤️

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THE SECRETS WE KEEP

PAIRING: model!sunghoon x model!fem reader

GENRE: smut, enemies to sex buddies, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), choking, fingering, slight degradation, slight praising, usage of nicknames, hate sex, changing room sex, park sunghoon has a big dick.

SYNOPSIS: you were more than estatic to have gotten an opportunity to be the brand model for your favourite brand, not knowing that your enemy since the school days, park sunghoon, will be your partner for the same. now, you wondered how you'll survive with him being so close to you during the entirety of the shoot, his hand lingering on your body a lot more than you'd expected.

WC: 1.8k words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N: aaa i took your birthday as an opportunity to write a bit of sunghoon filth! happiest birthday @robyn-core <33 i hope you enjoy this little gift! all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! don't forgot to wish our birthday girl a very happy day! <33 iloveyou guys :3

“Stop doing that,” you seethed out, a neutral expression plastered on your face, paying attention to the cameraman in front of you, a big flash being your cue to modify your pose as you resorted to keeping it minimal by placing your hand on your face.

Being a model was something you had wanted from the very start, the career path being your dream since you were a child. You were overwhelmed once you heard about your newest brand shoot, the pieces were stunning, to say the least, causing your excitement level to skyrocket.

However, no one informed you about your partner for the said shoot.

Park Sunghoon. Or the 'insufferable prick' as you'd call him, had been in the same modelling school as you. Now, meeting up with an old friend would have been a joyous moment, but seeing how he made your life a mess since he laid his eyes on you, it was safe to say you weren't a fan of meeting him again, leave alone having a shoot with him being a part of your favourite brand endorsement activity.

You had sworn you hated him since he tripped you once in front of your old crush — Park Jongseong. Since then, you couldn't remember being civil with each other, altercation being your only form of communication.

Another flash went by, and he only smirked at your reaction, thoroughly enjoying how easy it was for him to rile you up. So he decided to take a step further. Literally. Getting closer to you and wrapping his arm around your waist.

Your eyes widened, mouth opening to argue, which was stopped at once as the photographer expressed his approval for your current pose, “Perfect! A few more couple poses would be grand. You both compliment each other well!”

You couldn't do much after, your gaze settling down away from the man whose hand softly caressed your waist, courtesy of the cut-out you're dress had.

Another flash went by.

He was quick to get close but you were quicker, positioning yourself so your lips were close to his ear, “Stop touching me you asshole,” you whispered as a warning, not wanting to admit how hot your skin felt with a trail of his touch.

The sound of the camera clicking made him switch the positions again, this time, his eyes fixated on yours, his mouth curved as he spoke lowly, “Tell me you don't like it, princess.”

“And that's a wrap-up! Good work guys!” the staff spoke up and you freed yourself from his grip, clapping and bowing down to appreciate everyone's hard work, also wanting to be as far as you could from the man beside you.

Given the chance, you fled towards the changing rooms in the secluded area of the building, knowing that no one's gonna intrude on your space there, carefully tucking the dress away as you stood and watched yourself in the mirror, your lacy lingerie set on display, as you admired your hair and make-up.

You groaned once you realized how much a good time you could have had without the presence of Park Sunghoon.

A knock interrupted your thought process, causing you to blink in a confused stance. It could have been your manager for all you knew, him being the only one who you told about your location.

You opened the door with hesitance, peeking out to find the only person you didn't wish to be around at the given moment. He still sported his back turtle neck from during the shoot, his coat was nowhere to be found though.

You slammed the door shut at once, your action being the cause of his amusement and laugh.

“Princess, open up. We gotta finish what we started,” he spoke loud enough for you to hear through the door. Your heartbeat was faster now, the thought of Sunghoon wanting to be intimate with you messed with your brain, cheeks heating up.

“We started nothing!” you managed to speak up.

He scoffed, “So you're just gonna pretend you didn't like having my hands on your body? I could feel you shiver with each touch,” he spoke up slyly, and you were more than confident that he had his awfully attractive smirk plastered on his face as he spoke.

“There's nothing to pretend, Park. I know for a fact that your small dick can do nothing to please me,” you spoke up, your reply throwing him off guard for a second before he composed himself again.

“Yeah? Let me in and I'll show you how small of a dick I have, princess.”

You weighted your options here. The first being, not opening the door and letting him scream for the whole time.

The second being, opening the door and letting him see you in your lingerie, with his desire to prove you wrong.

With a sigh and an urge to rile him more, you opened the door, his eyes hungrily eyeing you up and down before he stepped inside the secluded space, closing the door shut behind him.

“Looks like you were waiting for me, princess,” he whispered, stepping closer so your back rested flat against the changing room wall.

“Stop calling me a princess,” you warned him lowly.

“Okay, my queen then,” you opened your mouth to argue back, however, the only thing that came out was a loud gasp.

Sunghoon's intense eye contact was broken once he bent down, placing a long kiss on your neck, groping your ass as he licked a stripe up your neck, his lips close to yours now as he took in your reaction, “Don't like it?” he chuckled, watching you shiver as he pushed his knee between your legs.

You couldn't think straight, being in such a position with Sunghoon was a scene you never thought you'll be in. However, you were the one who let him in, and truth be told, you couldn't help but get wet at the way he looked at you like he was hungry for you.

But you weren't going to admit that in front of him.

“N—no,” you whined when he rubbed your wetness through your panties, his slender fingers wrapping around your throat to give it a light squeeze.

“Look into my eyes as you say that,” he challenged.

And so you did, scoffing at his cocky demeanour, “You're pathetic, can't even please a woman,” a smirk settling on your face as he scowled.

He stepped back, getting rid of his turtle neck in a swift motion, your eyes shamelessly staring at his muscles flexing, the faint line of abs on display as he worked on his belt, throwing it on the ground and unzipping his pants.

You looked away once your gaze fell on his length, wondering why you even thought that he'd have a tiny dick, now you weren't even sure if his dick would fit in.

“Seems like you're nervous around me,” he chuckled, pushing your panties to the side.

“It's all in your head, Park.”

“Yeah? Is that why your heartbeat is faster than normal?” he smirked, pushing a finger inside your warm pussy just before you could reply to him.

“S—shut up!” you let out.

You mercilessly tugged on his hair, pulling him into a rushed kiss, you weren't sure if passionate was the word to describe your kiss or hatred, maybe it was a mixture of both.

He bit your lower lips, smoothly inserting his tongue as he added another digit, scissoring your pussy as you moaned into his mouth, your nails digging into his shoulder blades.

The feeling spread into your body like warmth as you rutted your hips against his fingers, his own movements turning frantic as he choked you harder, sensing your orgasm to be close, his own dick rock hard at the sight of you being ruined by him.

“I'm—fuck I'm close!” you whimper and he sped up his movements, whispering the filthiest words in your ear which surprisingly added to your pleasure.

A broken whimper left your mouth with the moan of his name as you reached your peak, breathing hard and eyes closed at the euphoric feeling spreading around your body.

“Don't think I'm done with you yet.”

You snapped open your eyes at his words, his cock teasing your already sensitive entrance as you struggled to keep yourself up, his strong hand wrapped around your waist to hold you up.

“Now be a good fucking girl and see how tiny my cock is.”

With one swift go, he pushed inside your pussy, thrusting in twice before he bottomed out fully, a cry leaving your mouth at the stretch.

You will never admit out loud how good he made you feel, his nose brushing against your clavicle as he marked your neck, thrusting again, deeper while he hit your g-spot. You moved with him fluidly, the tension evident in the air, the mirror fogged up with your activities and for once, you felt as if you were on the same wavelength with Park Sunghoon as he moaned out your name, a smirk settling on your face.

“Like my pussy that much, Hoon?” you mocked him.

“It's mine now,” he growled and you felt your heart jumping out of your chest at the confession, “you are mine now,” he groaned and his that particular thrust, full of what you'd call possessiveness, made your back arch.

“What—” you gasped.

“Say it,” he urged, playing with your nipples, “Say you're mine, princess.”

“Never,” you smirked.

And he didn't like your answer, swiftly pulling out and pushing your face against the wall, fucking you from behind as you cried out with pleasure, his thrusts faster as you gave in and cried out.

“I'm yours! Fuck, yes. I'm yours,” you brokenly let out, admitting how he was fucking you like no one did before, you wanted him.

“Good fucking girl,” he whispered, giving his fullest to you as your skin absorbed everything he had to offer.

His pace left you gasping, his fingers rubbing your clit faster as you came undone all over his cock, your walls tightening around his dick as he twitched inside of you, cum releasing and dripping down your thighs as you both rode out your orgasms.

“Still not satisfied?” he held on to you tight and you turned to look him in the eye.

“Poor boy doesn't know how to use his dick,” you smirked with a fucked out expression, both of you knowing well enough how much of a lie it was.

Park Sunghoon, in fact, had the best dick you had ever encountered in your life. And maybe, you wished for a little of more it, hence your mouth riled him up more.

He got the hint, smirking as he knew he won when he spoke up again—

“Maybe I'll just have to teach you again then, princess.”

And you agreed that it'll all be your little secret.

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omgg finally congrats for 1k millie so happy for you 🥳🤩 srsly guys just follow her for your daily dose of vitamin mick lol 🤗

Uhmm anw just because we haven't seen him for a while can i req Mick + dissapear + angst? 😶‍🌫️ thankyou

Dissapear | MS47

⸺ the one where Mick is ghosted (or where he falls for an online girl and she disappears - because maybe she's closer than he thinks) ✓ mentions of ghosting, reader has a nickname (peach).

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It started with a wrong number. Lewis had passed him the cellphone of what was supposed to be the Merc main mechanic because the German had lost it somehow. However, when Mick texted asking about what time they would meet to do sim work, he discovered it was the wrong number.

That didn't stop them from talking while he waited for the right number and then for Patrick, the mechanic, to show up. He discovered that the number belonged to a girl, and that was about it. She was fun to talk to, and the time flew by him. When he said goodbye and went to work he didn't think they would talk again, but life doesn't always go as planned, and after finishing Sim work that night he was exhausted but couldn't seem to sleep. He asked her a random question, praying for her to be awake or for his text not to disturb her night.

The thing was, Mick was feeling lonely. Yes, he did have friends, yes he did have fans, and he had everyone and everything he wanted, but somehow he felt like something was missing.

And during the six months he spent talking with Peach -the cute nickname he gave her after discovering her favorite fruit was peach, Mick felt seen. He felt free to be who he was and to share the most random thoughts that passed through his mind without being afraid of judgment.

When they beat the six months mark he started to be more open about how he wanted to meet her in person. To which Peach would always find an excuse or change the subject. The truth was, Yn was afraid of meeting him, she was afraid he wouldn't like her the way he liked him, and she was so close, closer than he thought. What would happen once Mick discovered his online friend worked with him? What would happen if he thought she wasn't as pretty as he pictured her to be?

"Peach, please, answer me" "It's ok, we don't have to meet, I'm cool with just talking" "Just please don't leave me on read, I really like you" "I like talking to you" "Peach?" "Don't disappear, I'm worried. Give me a signal."

And just like that she stopped answering him. Trapped in her own fears. Tasting how bittersweet love could be. And forever wondering "What if?" because what if Mick liked her in person too?

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Thank you, nonny!!! <3 I tried something reeeeally new on this piece, and I let my imagination run wild for a second, so I hope it's not that crazy, and I hope you like it *mwah* don't forget to reblog and comment, guys. Love yall

[dreamlessinparis]

Rain on Me

Pairing: Stepbrother!Bucky x Stepsister!Reader

Word Count: about 1.3k

Summary: Seeing your step-brother in the shower becomes to hard to resist when he moans your name.

Warning: stepcest, shower sex, oral (m. receiving), cumplay, dirty talk, explicit language, explicit content, pet names, slightly dominant bucky

A/N: Thank you to @sweeterthanthis for throwing this idea at me and for the shower gif and for cheering me on the whole way. It’s been awhile since I’ve written something new and I feel slightly rusty. This is not beta’d and all mistakes are my own. Hope y’all enjoy it.

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You heard him before you saw him, the deep growling of your name had you venturing deeper into his room, to his bathroom. The door was cracked open, giving you enough room to see exactly what he was doing. 

One hand braced against the glass, palm spread wide on the clear substance. You took a moment to imagine what it would feel like wrapped around your neck. His other hand was moving frantically over his thick cock. It's not like you'd thought about what he looked like naked, at least not that you'd admit to, but the reality was better than your fantasy.

He was your stepbrother for God's sake and you should have been backing away from the door and as far away as possible. But another groan of your name had your feet acting on their own, stepping into the spacious bathroom as quietly as you could. 

Your body craved a closer look, and the sight of Bucky in the shower had you clenching your thighs together. The cascade of water hitting his sculpted back, the long strands of hair clinging to his forehead and cheek, the glistening droplets of water riveting down his abs. You wanted to lick every single one off of him. 

"I can hear you, doll," Bucky growled, his head snapping up to lock eyes with you. Those stormy blue eyes had you frozen in place, unable to run away, "Come here, take a closer look."

The words were playful, but their unlying command was obvious and your body obeyed without question. Bucky slid open the shower door as you approached. Your hesitation to enter had him grabbing your wrist and pulling you further into the hazy heat of the confined space. 

He didn't let go until you were chest to chest with him and water soaked through your pajama top. He watched you with a hunger in his eye, taking in the way the thin fabric formed a second skin over your breasts, your nipples hardening in response.

"Bucky," you whispered, your free hand tracing over the contours of his chest. The muscles flexed and jumped beneath your touch. You could feel his cock pressing against your lower abdomen and he used his hold on your wrist to guide your hand to it. He hissed as you wrapped your fingers around the thick girth, barely able to touch the tips of your fingers together. 

"You see what you do to me?" Bucky said, his voice rough and husky. He grabbed the back of your neck forcing you to look up at him. His face was so close, nose brushing together. Each breath he took fanned over your face. He didn't give you a chance to answer or collect yourself before he smashed his lips to yours.

The kiss was needy and rough, his teeth nipping at your lower lip as he consumed you, forcing you back until you hit the tiled wall. His hand sliding from your neck down your torso before he grabbed the hem of your shirt, breaking the kiss for a moment to pull it off.

It was a heady feeling to be kissed by him, he was everywhere all at once and you didn't want him to stop. 

"Fuck, Bucky, I need more," you begged, burying your hands in his hair.  

He pulled back, standing up to his full height as he gave a soft chuckle. 

"I'd give you more, doll, but everyone's downstairs and I want you screaming my name the first time I make you cum,"  he said, leaning in close to whisper the last words. 

"Please," you whimpered, your hands roaming his broad shoulders. He grabbed both your wrists, pulling you forward enough to tuck them behind your back and trapping them against the wall. 

"Don't get greedy, princess. I'll still let you have some fun," Bucky teased, wrapping his hand around your throat, "you're gonna take care of the problem you caused.

He pushed you down onto your knees, the wetness seeping through your pajama pants. The way he squeezed harder had you arching up. You were so wet and throbbing, but if this was all he was going to give, then you would enjoy every moment of it. 

"Hands stay behind your back," he warned. You gave a small nod, the best you could manage. There wasn't much room to move your hands from where they were anyways, you were pressed between the tile and his thighs, with little space to do much else. 

His cock bobbed in front of your face, the tip red and leaking. You'd never done this before, a hand job here and there but never head. It made you nervous. Not to suck his cock but doing it badly. You wanted to please him.

"Such a good girl," Bucky praised, tracing your lips with the tip of his cock. You wanted to stick out your tongue and lick him so badly, "have you ever done this before, doll?"

You shook your head and he squeezed harder on your throat.

"Use your words."

"N-no," you croaked out, "never."

He seemed pleased to hear it, releasing his hold on you, "and you're gonna let me ruin you? Make you my personal little slut, princess?"

"Yes, Bucky. Please," you placed emphasis on the last word, marking your desperation. 

He let out a rumbling growl, "open up, princess and stick your tongue out."

As soon as you did, he leaned forward and spat on your tongue. It was a dirty thing and it made you clench your thighs even tighter. He never gave you any time to second guess things, because the next thing you knew, he was tapping this cock against your tongue and slowly pushing in.

That expression on his face as the warmth of your mouth wrapped around him was something you'd never forget. You wanted to take a picture and fuck yourself to it every night. 

You weren't sure if you could take all of him but you'd do your best. It was an effort but you took him deeper until he hit the back of your throat. Pulling back a bit, you tried again, taking even more of him this time. 

Bucky's hand found the back of your head, guiding you. You could tell he was holding back, letting you adjust before he took over. 

"Fuck, you're doing so good, princess. Feels like heaven."

His words spurred you on, and you fought to breathe through your nose as you tried to take all of him down your throat. The moment you did, something seemed to snap in Bucky. 

With both his hands on your head, he snapped his hips forward and took full control of your movements. He was rougher than you expected, fucking your mouth with a steady speed. You gagged around him, feeling the drool dripping down your chin. The praises and sounds he made kept you holding on for as long as you could. 

"Eyes on me, doll. Fuck you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth," Bucky groaned through gritted teeth, "letting me fuck your face like a whore. God, such a good girl."

You hummed around him, glowing in his praise. You wanted to be his whore, let him use you however he pleased. 

"Fuck I'm close, not gonna last much longer with this mouth of yours" 

With those words, he pulled out, using his hand to pump out his climax. You stuck out your tongue, wanting to catch every drop as he painted your face and tits. Leaning forward you sucked on the head of his cock, before licking his cock clean. 

Bucky let you have your fun before he helped you up to your feet, using his fingers to wipe some of his cum off your face and into your open mouth. His eyes darkened as you groaned around his fingers.

"You're gotta get me addicted to you, doll"

"And you haven't even tasted me yet," you quipped back.

Bucky growled and kissed you hard, leaving you breathless, "what do you say you and I go for a drive and get some dessert?"

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Dream Invader- Castiel.

Pairing: Castiel x fem!reader

Summary: Castiel takes a trip into Y/N’s dream and finds some interesting information

Warnings: written in third person (she/her pronouns) (1.6k words)

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

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The Impala drove down a dark road, no other cars for miles. They had just got a case two states over. They had just finished a hunt so they didn't have any time to rest. Dean is in the driver's seat, Sam in the passenger, Y/N in the back passed out. She wasn't new to the game, but it always wore her out like a newbie.

Dean went through all the channels on the radio, either they were static or they were playing some new top 40 song. He wasn't a fan of this new generation's music. He was getting annoyed, he settled on silence.

"All this new technology and they can't get better signal out here" Dean grumbled, mostly to himself.

"People don't listen to the radio anymore, Dean" Sam mumbled, fighting his sleep. He was exhausted, he got four hours of sleep in the past two days. He was always on edge, afraid something would happen when he slept.

"Shh, Y/N's sleeping"

"Must be nice" Dean said looking up at the rearview mirror. "Jesus!" He said startled.

Sam jumped, the tired leaving his body. His hand immediately reaching for his handgun, snapping his back to look in the back seat.

"Cas, you have to stop popping up out of nowhere" Dean sighed

"Sorry, I figured this was better than showing up in the middle of the road."

"I wanted to come with you guys on this hunt, I had nothing better to do" Castiel explained.

"Why didn't you just call?" Sam asked

"I uh- I lost my cellphone" He replied, he had no idea where it was. Probably some country in Europe, he's been to too many places this week.

"Whatever just give us a warning next time" Dean said

-

The four of them drove in silence for another thirty minutes. Y/N is still sound asleep. As much as Dean loved to drive, looking at a bunch of nothing is boring. He was trying to think of a game to keep him occupied, maybe like 'count how many trees you see' he probably couldn't count that high.

Checking the mirror once more, he saw a faint smile on Y/N's sleeping face. She was always a peaceful sleeper, he wondered how after all the things they had seen. How could anyone sleep after that? He was happy she could sleep, he never wanted her to know the feeling of running off adrenaline and bad coffee.

He got an idea, not his best work but he had to deal with what he had.

"Hey Cas" The angel looked up, he didn't know road trips were this boring.

"Yeah?" He answered

"Why don't you hop into Y/N's dream, see why she's got that smile on her face"

"Dean-" Sam started

"C'mon it's harmless Sammy. Just a little bit of fun" Dean said before his brother could tell him how that it was an invasion of privacy blah blah.

"I don't think that's a good Idea, Dean" Castiel didn't understand how this would be "fun" But he knew humans found entertainment in weird ways.

"Don't be a buzzkill. Just use your little angel powers and see what she's doing."

"She's probably running through a field of flowers or something"

"Fine. I'll do it, but don't ask me to do anything weird for at least a week"

"Deal, now go" Dean said, he could feel his brother's disappointed glare as Cass disappeared.

"What?" he asked

"Boundaries Dean, boundaries." Sam sighed

"Oh please it's not like Cas doesn't show up in our dreams three times a week"

Silence.

"No, he doesn't" Sam said confused

"Whatever, you know what I mean" Dean nervously squeezed the steering wheel. Oh god, do I dream about Cas? he thought.

"Right.." Sam replied giving Dean a skeptical look

-

Castiel landed on some unstable surface. Looking down at his feet, his black shoes were sinking in sand with every step. He looked around at his surrounding, he was on a beach. The sun was starting to set, the sound of waves crashing filled the air. It was so picturesque.

He could hear faint music coming from his right. Off into the distance, he could see two people standing. He figured it was Y/N, but he didn't know who the other person was. He walks closer to the pair, he noticed small candles lit around the two.

They were swaying to the tune playing from the small radio on the ground. It was one of those old love songs. It seemed whoever she was with, they were romantically involved. When he got about 6 feet away from them, he could see who the mystery person was.

It was him.

Well, his vessel.

They seemed so happy, in love with the moment. Y/N had her arms wrapped around his torso resting her head on his chest. While dream Castiel's hands were on her waist. He didn't know she felt that way about him, maybe it was just the dream.

He watched them for what felt like forever, as he took in the sight. He had a strong love for Y/N, he had trouble figuring out what kind of love. She was one of the most beautiful humans he'd ever met. She's smart, funny, caring, in his eyes she was perfect.

Though, he wasn't sure how relationships between humans and angels would be seen by the man upstairs. Honestly, he didn't care.

He guessed he had been standing there so long Y/N felt his presence. She looked over and saw him. "Castiel?" her eyes went wide.

He freaked out and didn't know what to say, he vanished out of the dream landing back in the Impala.

Shortly after, Y/N woke up from her sleep. She looked over and saw Castiel. Her hope of that meeting being a part of her dream went out the window. He saw what she was doing. She prayed to anyone who was listening that he didn't think anything of it.

"Morning sunshine" Dean said when he saw she was awake.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked, he could see she was disheveled.

"Fine" She replied, trying to keep it together

"Did you see anything in there, Cas?"

"Nope. Just like you said, fields." He came up with the lie on the spot, he didn't want to embarrass Y/N anymore.

"That's boring-"

"Hang on, you told him to go into my dream?" Annoyance in her voice

"It was just for fun Y/N, plus like he said, he didn't see anything" He said in defense.

"You son of a bitch" she said flicking his ear

"Ough!"

-

The rest of the drive was mainly silent. Y/N didn't talk to Dean much and didn't say a word to Castiel. She was so embarrassed, out of all the dreams he could've walked in on it was that one.

It had been reoccurring for months, she and Cass on a beach in each other's arms. Not one problem in the world, it was just them. Her crush grew stronger as the dream progressed. She had done so well hiding her feelings for the angel. Now all of that is gone because Dean is nosy.

They finally made it to their next case, pulling up to a motel parking lot. Sam and Dean went inside the office to get a room, leaving Cass and Y/N alone.

They stood outside the car waiting for them to get back. Needless to say, it was pretty damn awkward. The silence was killing Y/N, she spoke up.

"Thank you" she said

"What?" Castiel was confused

"Thanks for not telling them what you saw." she kept her head down

"Oh, you're welcome... I didn't think it was my place to tell them about your dream."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to invade your privacy" he felt so bad about this.

"It's alright. At least now you know." she sighed

"Know what?"

"You're gonna make me say it?" she looked up at him. He looked very confused

"That I like you, Castiel."

"Oh," he swallowed "I didn't want to assume anything, I had no idea about this"

"No one knew, I didn't want it getting in the way of the job. Plus I know there's no chance you feel the same way-"

"You're wrong" he cut her off

"Huh?"

"About how I feel, I do feel the same. I guess I've been keeping a secret too." He looked deep into her eyes to make sure she knew he was telling the truth. " There hasn't been a day that's gone by where I haven't thought about you, how kind and sweet you are. Not to mention how stunning you are."

Y/N thought she was still dreaming. She couldn't believe what he was saying, her heart started to race. She couldn't find any words, so she used her actions.

Her eyes flickered down to his lips back to his eyes, leaning in slow in case he wanted to back out. He matched her actions, leaning in connecting their lips. She runs her hand through his hair deepening the kiss.

"What the hell did we miss?" Dean's voice pulled them out of their daze, pulling apart from each other.

"Hey guys" she nervously smiled

"Hey" Dean mocked "Should we get you two lovebirds your own room?" he laughed

"Leave them alone" Sam said "c'mon rooms this way" he led the group towards the motel room

Dean walked in between Castiel and Y/N one arm on each of them pulling them in for an awkward hug.

"Isn't this great, my two best pals together. I can hear the wedding bells already!"

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I read the post saying ascended astarion fans like him for 100% kink related, and it just piss me off. The post and reblogging comments that are agreeing with it all see it from their point of view. Those agreeing comments are even worse. Their hate toward ascended astarion, actually just astarion, is more noticeable, and by doing so hating on his fans.

Oh, astarion is not actually powerful and talented, and it doesn't change even after ascension, so ascended fans must like him for 100% kink related. You know because ascended fans are just horny and definitely can't come up with interesting story with their player character.

Astarion is so cringe, yet ascended fans must have fell for it. And i am going to give impression that those fans are low for falling for it. You know because once again ascended fans are cringe horny.

Post is like i respect ascended fans BUT wow how can you like ascended ASTARION of all characters, there is no way you like him for other reasons than you're KINCKY! You know because it's not like astarion is a character you can romance and be deeply part of your story unlike gortash and raphael. It's not like manipulative player characters exist. It's not like the first and only ASCENDED vampire is actually powerful, even if he isn't able to control his power yet. It's not like he has eternity to figure out how his power works while having powerful lover and friends who stayed by his side against Cazador and Gur. It's not like he is alive and praised as a hero. It's not like he has eternity to establish powerful connections, especially since he can find Cazador's helpful notes of powerful people and blackmail materials.

No, ascended fans are 100% just kinky! Seriously?

You're not the only one, anon!

At this point, I can only chuckle about it.

If someone claims people only like the ending for how "sexy" and "kinky" it is, they are ironically reducing the ending to its sexual parts and seeing nothing else of value within it, thus rendering them guilty of the very thing they're accusing someone of lol

It's totally fine if you can't see anything valuable in the Ascended ending outside of how sexy it is! But don't assume that everyone else just sees only that too. Especially those of us who actually enjoy the ending. For many of us, it goes well beyond that part, or that part barely matters. And that's why we like it so much.

Honestly, a lot of us actually dislike how the sexual parts are handled in the Ascended ending. They don't connect to the rest of the story. In Act 2, Astarion has his confession to Tav and the pair of them come to the agreement to stop having sex. And from what I hear, this choice is carried through in other ways later on (if you invite Halsin in your romance and things like that). YET it somehow is forgotten about after he's ascended, even though there is no reason it would be forgotten about. And Tav can't make any mention of their previous agreement or anything when he asks if they'd like to make love during their last night as a living being. It's so bizarre and jarring. I mean, a simple "Are you okay with that? We don't have to have sex if you aren't ready." dialog option would have sufficed.

And I know, I know. The explanation is often: "it's because Tav has confirmed they only see him as the sexy vampire once they ascend him and he's just giving them what he knows they want now, blah blah blah!" except... no? NOTHING in the canon, in-game dialog says that. The narrator doesn't say that. Astarion doesn't say that. You can have your Tav say it for some reason, but having the option "I want your body" isn't canon unless you choose it (and even then, there's nothing wrong with wanting your forever lover carnally too).

I wish people understood that more. I really think Welch's comments were meant as damage control for people actually roleplaying instead of just going along with the most popular interpretation.

ALL of that said, what's WRONG with us finding it sexy too? I mean we all find Astarion in general attractive, right?

Besides, I see Spawn fans talk about how hot and steamy Asc Astarion is all the time. In my BG3 related FB groups, I see people post screenshots of the Ascended Astarion romance scene and Spawn-only fans commenting things like "I'd never ascend him but this is so hot!" or "I like to pretend this is Spawnstarion 🥵" or "I could never do this to him but I'm so glad there's screenshots posted so I can experience it still!". I've seen spawn fans react to those scenes with horny/arousal gifs too. So if THEY can find him sexy, why can't we? Especially since we also like that version of him for who he is and the relationship dynamic, outside of all the sexual stuff.

If they don't find him sexy, then they talk about how "pathetic" and "powerless" he is. I've seen someone who wrongfully yet confidently claimed ascension did not make him stronger and actually rendered him mortal, therefore weaker than full vampires and fully doomed. It's wild. It's why many enjoy his bat form. Once he's harmless and small you can comfortably call him pitiful and powerless, just a drunk bat who falls asleep in the punch bowl and the embodiment of the Old Man Screaming At Cloud meme. It's really unfortunate how Ascended Astarion has been bastardized by anti-fans and their own interpretations of things.

I've literally seen people say there is only one way to interpret the ascended ending (and that is, as a bad, horrible, negative, awful, tragic, abusive thing) and it's supposed to be impossible to see it any other way. And if you want to see it that way, or can't help but see it that way based on what you know in your real life, that's fine! But don't come at those of us who don't see it from that same perspective. Have some respect for others. And the character. It really does feel like some people just... hate him yet claim to love him. I dunno.

At the end of the day, it's like... I'm sorry you aren't aware of how roleplaying works and aren't creative enough to see outside of your own real world perspective and step into the mind/perspective of someone else lol

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The Office: Romance Day | Or The Office SKZ version

Word count: ~7.2K

Tropes/AU: Friends to Lovers, Fake Dating, Office AU

Age restrictions: 18+ MDNI pls! same w Ageless blogs TY :)

CW/ Content notes: Fem!Reader, ANGST, Himbo Changbin aka LOML, Author not knowing anything about corporate work, Cursing (it’s me y’all be fr), mentions of aliens (don’t ask), mentions of s*x with aliens like 2-3 times (again don’t ask but if you must ask it’s for comedy purposes no alien s*x happening here besties). Alcohol consumption and drunken behavior. Jeongin is a lil toxic when angy, sudden kissing but all parties are okay w/ it.

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You had never expected to become an employee at JYP Corp, let alone fresh out of university. You at an office job, in a cubicle? You would have laughed at the notion a couple years ago. But here you were, living in the big city of Seoul, at the top of the sales team at JYP. Before graduating university you had always imagined yourself as a star, or somewhere in the big leagues, but adulthood had changed you, you were happy living that basic life. That is, you were living a basic life until a certain man bumped into you one day three years ago on your way to the copier. That man was Yang Jeongin, a new member to your team who quickly became your best friend both in and out of the office. After the incident of him nearly knocking you over that day he had apologized via coffees and lunches for days and those meals had brought you two close. Conversations began with small talk, then office gossip, to now where you two could debate about if aliens would ever hypothetically be good in bed. He said no but you said yes. Resulting in the random airdrop of pictures of very disturbing fan art of alien characters and a text of “You mean to tell me you would let THAT hit? Side eye Y/N, side EYE.” It was safe to assume work had brought you together with your platonic other half.

But then even this dynamic was changed when you had caught the eye of one of the marketing team members, Changbin. He was attractive in a way that you couldn’t deny. He was sweet, charming, charismatic, funny, and honestly a great catch. But, he just wasn’t someone you saw yourself dating. However, where Changbin lacked was in his ability to accept a no when it came to dating. His ego was severely inflated, being the office crush for almost every other staff member, he just could not fathom that you didn’t see him that way. You had to take your lunches with Jeongin from the break room to cafès down the street to avoid the ever so charming male. Ranting to Jeongin about your misfortune of catching the eye of the office’s resident Gaston became a daily occurrence. At first Jeongin found it hilarious, but recently he’s begun to tell you to stop worrying about Changbin’s feelings and to focus on yourself. Jeongin had always said you were too nice for your own good and Gaston from Marketing as you two had once drunkenly dubbed Changbin truly started to make you realize this.

Everything changed though one mild December day, you had been able to spend some extra time on your work outfit and makeup before you arrived at the office. Your lips painted a festive red, which stood out against your black office dress and blazer. To put it simply you looked like a dream come true and just so alluring, like a Hollywood starlet, a vixen, the comparisons could go on for days as you seemed to collect admirers with every step. Even Jeongin couldn’t help but stare as you strolled over to your desk and let out a low whistle as you walked by. You let out a laugh setting your bag down and shook your head as he pretended to flex mimicking JYP’s resident macho man. Your laughter quickly fizzled out upon accidentally making eye contact with the marketing department’s resident heartthrob, who smiled at you and began strolling your way with a swagger and confidence that only told you he believed that upon the 83rd attempt to woo you he would finally see success.

As soon as your brain registered that Changbin was walking your way you quickly moved into Jeongin’s cubicle like a scurrying mouse. You didn’t even know why you went to his space other than to hide, even though Changbin had seen you, you two had made eye contact for heaven’s sake! Y/N what are you doing?! You weren’t even sure. What you knew was at this point you had exhausted every excuse, every gentle let down, basically every option you could think of to explain to the sweet muscular male that you were not interested in him being your office fling, rendezvous, anything more than a friend. Every option beside looking him in the eyes and explaining you were not the Belle to his Gaston, nor the Beauty to his Beast had been utilized and those last two were a bit harsh by your standards. So now you had to pull at straws for the one option you had left and it was the one you had come up with in the seconds you had before another riveting wink, smirk, “Meet me for dinner and drinks after work gorgeous?” combo came your way.

In Jeongin’s cubicle you met his raised brow and opening lips with a move that may just change your friendship as you know it, but like many great heroes in history you knew desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Don’t ask me any questions just please kiss me right now!” The panic in your whispered voice, your hand on his necktie, the pleading look in your eye’s conveyed to Jeongin your desperation in the moment. As Changbin’s footsteps approached closer and closer you pulled on Jeongin’s tie to bring his face closer to yours, he couldn’t help but smirk at your panic, his smirk was also was in response to the fact that you chose him to play your office lover, even if it was to get the office Adonis off your case.

“I have several questions, comments, and concerns but…okay.” He teasingly whispered back and cupped your cheeks, the warmth of his hands eased your rapidly firing brain synapses and his lips met yours. Your eyes naturally closed and you couldn’t fight the smile that made its way to your lips as you two shared the kiss. Your hands had almost settled on his arms when an awkward cough behind you cut off the moment between you and your best friend of two years.

“You know you really could have just said you and Jeongin were a thing, instead of giving me the run around Y/N.” Changbin grumbled. “I’m happy for the two of you though, genuinely, you make a cute couple.” His Hollywood smile shone at the two of you. His voice was bright and cheerful, but it also was loud, thus it carried across the whole sales department floor.

Soon enough the ruckus of “Wait Jeongin and Y/N are together?!” and similar statements rang over the clatter of keyboards and other office equipment. Your “relationship” became the coffee pot, water cooler, lunch room, basically entire office gossip. Floor by floor it became the hottest ticket at JYP Corp. The “Jim and Pam” of JYP, Y/N and Jeongin.

Two nights later over some wine and shitty reality T.V. you broached the subject with Jeongin. Pausing the latest episode of whatever toxic show you two had chosen to roast that month you looked at him, “Might as well play into it so why don’t we just be one another’s fake office date until it blows over?” your shrug and blunt tone baffled Jeongin ever so slightly. You didn’t seem to care one way or the other but it seemed like the logical solution to being the subjects of office drama.

“You’re fucking crazy Y/N, you know that? But fuck it, let’s do this.” He somehow had conjured up some legal pads and pens like a wizard, he scooted over so he sat closer to you as he drew up the “Jim and Pam Rules” which he had dubbed the guidelines to your forays into acting. The rules of fake dating in the corporate rule.

Rule Number 1. No stupid ass pet names

“Waitttttt. This means I can’t call you my pookie bear?” you pouted playfully.

“Y/N call me that and I’m exposing your alien fetish.” He deadpanned.

“IT’S NOT A FETISH I JUST THINK ALIENS WOULD HYPOTHETICALLY FUCK LIKE GODS!” A swift and perfectly aimed pillow to the head shut you up from your impending one-woman-debate regarding alien prowess in bed.

Rule Number 2. No catching feelings.

“Jeongin this isn’t some slow burn fanfiction or teen romance novel. You’ve seen me puke and cry simultaneously because that one ex boyfriend I had said I had weird eyebrows two years ago.”

“So this should be easy for me to follow.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?! Nevermind I don’t wanna know…I should have asked Felix from the Social Media team to pretend to date me instead. At least he would have been nice to me.”

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW! WORST FAKE GIRLFRIEND EVER ALREADY”

“RIGHT BACK AT YOU MEANIE”

Rule Number 3. We “break up” before the company New Year’s Party.

This way you two don’t risk getting into any cheating rumors if you somehow get drunk and find someone else attractive.

The two of you didn’t need to debate or bicker over this rule, it was logical, you wanted to subdue drama, not create more. So putting an end date on a fake relationship made sense.

Rule 4. Nobody can know it’s fake.

Self explanatory.

You didn’t create rules about cuddling, holding hands, kissing, or other forms of physical affection, because those had become staples in your friendship. Plus couples are affectionate, you need this to look real.

With rules in place everything seemed like it would go perfectly, nothing to lose, peace at work to gain. Like you had said this wasn’t a drama or like that. So you both set off on Operation Jim and Pam not knowing how truly drama-esque things would become.

A few days had passed and to your relief Changbin had been leaving you alone, as were any of the other office flirts and nosy colleagues you seemed to attract. This was more than likely due to how the office gossip began to report on your relationship with Jeongin. The talk of the office was now always about his morning routine that as your romance became public, revolved around you. Every morning you would find Jeongin waiting for you with your favorite coffee and pastry in his hands. He would escort you to your cubicle, pull out your chair, hang your coat up, and make sure you had what you needed. Before he would begin his work he would leave a sweet note on your desk stating how you were amazing at your job and to have a great day. At the end of the day he would wait for you to carry your purse, give you a sweet kiss on the cheek, and walk you home. He was the boyfriend drama script writers dreamed of. But you knew it was an act, but forgetting sometimes didn’t hurt, you were allowed to delude yourself that everything was real for a few moments a day. It was only fair that you permitted yourself that speck of happiness.

Outside of work he would be your best friend who would laugh with you about your odd obsession with aliens, who would rewatch Twilight, the Office, and other early 2010s media with you. This brought you to right now, the next meeting of the Jim and Pam Operation. You two had been invited to drinks with your coworkers the following weekend to celebrate surpassing your quotas last month and seeing a rise in profit margins over the past few weeks. The two of you had easily been able to use the quotas as an excuse to avoid answering relationship questions but now you would be unable to make excuses whilst surrounded by everyone who was a part of making these victories happen.

“How we met will be easy, everyone knows we met at the office. Hyunjin saw us bump into one another. He told me the other week if he had known you and I would have ended up dating he would have tried to play cupid so he could brag about it.” He noted sipping his glass of wine as the television flashed the iconic blue hues of the first installment of the Twilight series. “Pfft who really thought this movie was going to be so iconic? The plot though is atrocious. Think about it, Bella should’ve picked them both. Polyamory exists and it would have saved us so much bad writing. I stand by my idea that they honestly should have just dated each other. Bella gets two hot boyfriends, Jacob wouldn’t have been attracted to Refrigerator or whatever the hellspawn’s name was. So no creepy subplot to worry about. All would have been right in the world. ” You snorted at his monologue of how he would have made the Twilight universe sane with the introduction of polyamorous relationships and pelted him with a piece of popcorn. It hit him square in the cheek and you couldn’t help but laugh harder at his whiny pout as he rubbed where the kernel hit him.

“Focus Innie we need a solid story so we don’t get the office detective squad on our cases about how we aren’t actually dating. So we met at work, who confessed first, when did they confess, how, you know the details every grandma asks?” You count on your hands as he nods along. Neither of you had thought this part out before now.

“Okay let’s say I confess while we were having one of our lunches,you looked so beautiful in the sun at the café. Your eyes sparkled [Y/E/C] your hair looked so gorgeous and like a [Y/H/C] halp in the light. I was mesmerized and I just couldn’t stop myself and I confessed how I always found you beautiful and adored your personality as we got closer as friends. You returned my feelings, we hugged and kissed and the world stopped for a moment. Bam! Now here we are madly in love making everyone jealous of how perfect we are.” He smiled and you couldn’t help but blush and look away for a moment. You had this strange feeling in your chest and you couldn’t understand why his explanation made your heart beat just that much faster. You covertly pinched yourself and brought yourself back into the moment and looked back at him.

“U-hum yeah that-that’s perfect. When should we say you confessed, like how long had we been dating?” You stuttered through the question internally cursing yourself for being so affected by his words.This was all an act, this wasn’t real, don’t act like it’s real. You kept mentally repeating those phases like a prayer to the universe above. Until a snap, snap in front of our face brought you back to the present.

“Y/N are you okay? You spaced out for a moment”.” You nodded, not trusting your voice for fear it would crack and so would your ability to hold back on your newfound crush. He smiled and continued. “I said we should say 2 months ago, we loved the café during the fall so that makes sense and the time frame would be logical for keeping things low key until now.” You agreed, the conversation was over as was the film. The two of you cleaned up your mess and he left hugging you good night. You felt this odd weight in your chest. You didn’t know why, everything you and Jeongin are doing is pretend, so why does it feel so real sometimes?

Drinks were flowing as the celebration at Bar Levanter began to get rowdier. You had been glued to Jeongin’s side the entire night, his hand resting on your lower back, your arms wrapped around his bicep. You reminded yourself several times to begin asking him when he took up weightlifting as his muscles felt firm under your grip. You two easily bounced your story of your whirlwind romance from coworker to coworker. Until Changin swaggered up to the two of you. Bang Chan was trailing behind him shaking his head and pinching his nose bridge in frustration. Changbin and Bang Chan were best friends and the whole office knew it, however unlike Gaston’s sidekick LeFou in the movies, Chan didn’t go along happily with all of the antics Changbin would get into.

“Well well well if it isn’t the happy couple everyone’s been talking about! I didn’t get to ask you two how this,” he gestured towards your embrace with Jeongin, “happened. So tell me everything. I love romance stories and to be honest your relationship is adorable.” You and Jeongin went the extra mile cutting off one another’s sentences and giggling when you said the same things at the same time. To an outsider it truly did look like you both were infatuated with one another. It seemed to solidify yo Changbin that you were not interested in him nor would you be for a long time. You sipped a couple more cocktails, growing tired from the alcohol and socialization you found yourself curled up closer to Jeongin on the long bench of the booth you were sitting in. The two of you looked quite intimate, your chest was pressed against his left arm. Your right hand was playing with his hair at the base of his neck, the other playing with his fingers lazily. A soft yawn escaped your lips which you had taken your right hand from his hair to cover. He looked down at you, an endearing look on his face as your eyes met his, a grin spread across both your faces and giggles erupted between the two of you. The night was winding down and coworkers were pouring out the doors saying their goodbyes.

Jeongin kissed your forehead and tried to get you on your feet. He stood next to the booth encouraging you to get up so he could walk you home, he grew a tad frustrated as he spent minute after minute tugging on your hand. His frustrations faded fast as he began chuckling at how your tipsy state reduced the put together woman he knew as his best friend to a woman with the same level of pouty as a toddler. He’s seen you drunk on more than one occasion and he knew alcohol took your walls down and made you lose your sense of maturity, and your sense of reason when it came to doing a non preferred task. Jeongin sighed shaking his head, then tilting it he silently beckoned you to leave. He went so far as to raise a brow giving his “Y/N this is your last warning face.”. But you ignored it and wanting to stay in your comfy spot on the bench.

“Innieee I don’t wanna leaveee!” You stomped your heel clad foot on the hardwood, sticky floor of the bar, your arms were crossed with an exaggerated pout on your lips. You repeated the motions a few more times, shaking your head in protest.. Before you could escalate to a drunk toddler tantrum, Jeongin tsked at your behavior and cut you off.

“Darling it’s late, it’s almost midnight, I need to get your drunk cute little butt home before you do anything stupid, and so I know you make it home safe baby.” He chastised you. A giggle rang from your lips at his words, his choice to mention your ass of all things was incredibly surprising.

“Wait YOU just said my BUTT is cute?! You never say stuff like that to me, Innie!” You bowled over cackling like it was the funniest thing you ever heard. Jeongin sighed, rubbed his temples, and proceeded to scoop you up bridal style in his arms. He tightened his grip on your legs and torso as you briefly thrashed about. He hated playing babysitter but for you he would do it all, plus he got to make fun of your antics whilst you complained about your hangover.

“PUT ME DOWN! HEY!” Jeongin shook his head and carried you out of the bar. Your exclamations of protest and questions of what Jeongin meant by you having a “cute butt” fading away as you two left the bar.

Changbin had watched the scene and your response to Jeongin made him question the whole relationship you apparently had with Jeongin. He looked over to Chan.

“If you had been dating someone for say two almost three months you’d probably accept that they’d compliment your body right?” He asked, taking a swig of his beer.

“Yeah? Why?” The Aussie member of marketing responded.

“Y/N seemed almost shocked Jeongin ‘said she had a cute butt’. Now don’t get me wrong she’s adorable, you know how big my crush was on her for months.” Changbin sighed thinking briefly about if he had made a better move before Jeongin, he would have been the one you looked at with stars in your eyes and he would have been the one to carry you home tonight.

“I mean it’s their relationship but that is a little weird if you ask me. It did seem kind of sudden that they amped up the romance factor after you saw them kissing, and the kiss kind of came around when you tried to rev up your terrible ways of asking her out.” Chan pointed out.

“That’s the last time I take dating advice from Seungmin and Han. Yikes. But you’re right something seems a little fishy. I don’t want to start picking it apart though. It’s not our place to do that.” As Changbin said, the little devil on his shoulder began to speak right in his ear. Well whose place is it but yours, this could be your chance to get in between them.

Nothing between you and Jeongin had changed after that night. You two still had your movie nights, karaoke, lunches, and your other activities. While smiling with him on the outside, on the inside your heart was slowly breaking, time was flying and the party was now only two weeks away. The past few weeks had made you notice more of the features in your best friend that you overlooked previously. How his dimples grew deeper as he grinned, the way his eyes would smile with him, the way his hair fell in soft waves, the smell of his musky yet floral cologne, the way he’ll subtly smell the perfume you wear by nuzzling into the crook of your neck during hugs. Most of all you noticed how he made you feel like home. You had broken the most sacred rule among the ones you and Jeongin drafted. Rule number 2, you had caught feelings. You knew you had to end things fast, you couldn’t risk dragging your heart through this any longer. The next day you had told Jeongin to meet you outside for lunch instead of walking with you from your desk like usual. He didn’t say anything but the quirk of his brow before the thumbs up he gave in response told you he knew something wasn’t right.

You urged him over to the side instead of heading to your usual café right away, this made his suspicions grow even more and the classic eyebrow quirk and questioning gaze you had grown infatuated with almost made you decide to go back on your plan but you stood firm. You knew for the sake of the ruse you had to end things publicly with some coworkers in earshot so you chose the front of the building on the benches.

“Jeongin, we should break up. This needs to end.” You said as soon as both reached the cold gray concrete benches that resided just outside the behemoth office building. His eyes widened in horror, his hands slightly shook, he gaped at you, he had several questions milling around his mind. He had forgotten the inevitable break up, having fallen into a happy routine by your side. You knew you had to rip the bandaid off no time like the present to do so. He sat down, body shaking with emotion and he looked to you, your calm expression making him wonder what you felt to lead to this choice. Was this the end of your friendship?

“What do you mean? We’ve been so good together, this has been working so well? Why?! Give me a reason, something! You can’t just drop this on me like it’s okay!” His voice was quiet and cracking from the turmoil that fueled him with every syllable. He looked everywhere but at your face as he spoke, you were grateful he didn’t look at you. If he did you would have probably taken your words back and apologized whilst covering his face with lipstick coated kisses. You had to remain firm, you were hurting yourself with this plan, you had gotten so caught up in the act of lying you had forgotten to be true to yourself and now two people were hurt. You were breaking your own heart, you didn’t know however, how badly you had destroyed his.

“It’s time Jeongin, you and I both know what I mean. I adore you but it’s time to call it quits, you’re my best friend and I think we should go back to being friends.” You practically whispered. “Thank you for everything you have done for me, you will always be my best friend, never forget that.I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you beforehand. I couldn’t think of how to approach this, please understand this is for the best.” You placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and gave him a soft squeeze before bundling your coat up tighter and walking through the cold late December snow. The white surrounding you glistened as the tears fell down your face. With every step the cracks in your heart deepened, every sniffle burned from the harsh winter air. It was like Mother Nature was punishing you for breaking your own heart. Your tears froze to your cheeks like icicles of heartache. The air in your lungs burned with every breath. Your walk home took much longer than usual, you had to stop and sit on snow coated benches to avoid running into others from how blurry the tears had made your vision. You were a wreck, shaking and sobbing, gathering looks from strangers. You couldn’t tell any of your friends the real reason you were so torn apart about this “breakup” without breaking a rule. You were in limbo grieving your romance that never was on your couch, alone. Absolutely heartbroken and alone.

Meanwhile on the bench Jeongin was still sitting, he shivered with every breath and his head was clutched in his hands. His teeth chattered from the cold wind whipping around him as his own tears froze to his skin. His chest felt empty, his heart cracked with each shaky breath he took in. His friend Hyunjin found him outside in his office coat shivering from the tears combined with the cold December air. Hyunjin consoled him for what felt like hours, holding Jeongin to his chest and rocking him like a child as the younger male sobbed.

After calming down Hyunjin escorted Jeongin to the sales team manager to discuss transferring teams. After discussing the matter the sales team manager Lee Minho knew for team morale and for two of the best employees at JYP it’d be best to keep you two apart in the office while you both healed. Minho emailed you too telling you he had some extra PTO in the budget and due to your diligence you had earned a few days off. You knew he likely saw everything as your breaks overlapped but accepted his show of sympathy as it granted you time to cry in peace.

Your long weekend ended the following Wednesday. You now had only seven days until the party and your heart was still smashed like a piece of pottery on the floor. Your ticket had long since been paid for as was the show stopping dress you had bought for the black tie affair. Every time you looked at that dress hanging in your closet encased in its garment bag you broke down. Jeongin went with you to find your party dress, the dress code had just gone out that day.

•Just after you two began fake dating•

“Black Tie? What does that mean, like we are all expected to be dressing like we are Will Smith in ‘Men in Black’?” Jeongin asks you as you both look at your phones reading the email. You point out the bottom where dress code guidelines are given and he gives a dramatic exclaim of, “Oooooohhh I get it now!” That same day you both go around Gangnam looking for gala appropriate clothing, thankfully your bosses had given company wide raises which allowed even menial employees like the two of you the luxury to afford clothing in the most expensive shopping district in Seoul. Jeongin had chosen his suit already and was waiting on you to try your final dress before you would resort to begging a friend for a gala gown of theirs. When you had stepped out in the dress you had chosen as your final pick Jeongin immediately faked a dramatic swoon and began to act as if he was worshiping you. You laughed slightly at his exaggerated reaction to the dress, he ended his little performance and sat back down in his seat to watch your own reaction to the dress.

You stood on the small podium in the shop and turned in a small circle showing off the dress’ ability to accentuate your curves and the right aspects of your body. The dress was a long slightly fitted gown with bishop sleeves, buttons down the bodice that perfectly matched the shade of the fabric, giving the gown a subtle classic touch. The deep v neckline accented your chest in a classy way that didn’t draw too much attention. The crimson color of the fabric enhanced every ounce of your beauty, looking in the mirror you didn’t see yourself the way you usually did. In that mirror wasn’t “Y/N the young woman working in a corporate job who was content with living a mundane life.” No, before you in your reflection was “Y/N, the young woman who had made early adult life her bitch” You felt like a queen, an ethereal goddess, a gorgeous, and powerful woman. You felt like every woman you had looked up to as you stared at your reflection.

You bought that red dress, but you didn’t buy the confidence it gave you. You couldn’t transfer the way you felt on that podium to your mental bank account to use as needed.

You didn’t know it at the time, but that confidence came from your hype man Jeongin’s support, and you couldn’t buy that either. you went home with a gorgeous gown and an air of elation around you.

•End Flashback•

The office felt lonely. You missed your friend, you missed your notes and coffees, you missed Jeongin being Jeongin. When you had come in you were quickly informed that Jeongin had transferred over to the international sales team and was the talk of their section of the buildingHe was a valuable new asset but he was apparently very quiet and avoidant of conversation. With his absence and the rumors already circulating about the breakup, Changbin had already swung back into action. He walked over to you as you were at the coffee machine preparing a cup to get you through the work you missed. Upon seeing him you began to abandon your Holy Grail of caffeine and walk toward your desk. He caught your wrist and gave you a pleading look.

“Hey Y/N, sorry about what I heard about you and Jeongin. Wait! Don’t leave just yet! Please! I have a little more I NEED to say. I’m sorry for not initially respecting you and your boundaries, I got some stupid advice and I uh have learned now not to take advice from others when one suggestion from them doesn’t work the first time around. Oh and uh not to keep asking someone out when they said no the first time.” His hand awkwardly rubbed against the back of his neck and he looked down. THE Changbin was nervous, looking like the human embodiment of the sweat drop emoji? Letting his guard down around you? You placed a gentle hand on his bicep and gave him the best smile you could. you knew that he needed some comfort. You could tell that this was eating at him a lot.

“Thank you Changbin, really. You’re actually the first person to just briefly talk to me about the breakup, everyone keeps asking questions instead of just saying

‘I heard about the breakup, that sucks. I hope you both are doing okay. let me know what I can do to help.’’ So thank you for just talking about something else even if it’s still dating related.” You mirthfully laugh and give his arm a soft squeeze and smiled kindly at him again. “You know I think we got off on the wrong foot Seo Changbin, friends?”

“Friends.” With grins on both of your faces you interlocked hands and shook like it was a business deal.

Your new friendship with Changbin was nothing like your friendship with Jeongin. Changbin would drag you to his workouts to teach you new techniques to add to your own very mild workout routine. He would be your cooking guinea pig. He would be the more wild person to get you out of your shell. But he wasn’t Jeongin, he wasn’t someone who knew you like the back of his hand, wasn’t as in sync with you, he was different. But leading up to the party, different was good, different was what you needed. Different wasn’t what caused your pain.

Jeongin heard about your friendship with Changbin and was seething. His mind raced with so many emotions and questions. Had you replaced him? Had he been so naive? Did he mean nothing to you? Was this all just a game? Had you ended both the ‘relationship’ and your friendship without really explaining to him? Was any of it real to you? The relationship with you was real from the moment he was able to kiss you better than the panicked one the day this fiasco began. To Jeongin it was real each time he would play with your hands and envelop your fingers in his. It was real the first moment he smelled the way your scented shampoo and perfume lived in harmony whilst you hugged. He was infatuated with everything about you, he wrote that rule whilst breaking it, he had loved you from the moment he agreed to kissing you. Now here you were playfully elbowing the man you wanted Jeongin to help you push away. Was this all a joke? Did you use him to get Changbin to change his strategy? He had no clue what to think or feel. All he knew was he was upset and he needed the truth.

The night of the party came and you and Changbin walked into the beautiful venue arm in arm. The company booked a glorious ballroom in a high rise building in Gangnam, with beautiful chandeliers and a balcony overlooking the city. The windows have a perfect view of what would be the midnight fireworks. The setting was glorious, the food was spread through the room so guests could mingle, and of course the alcohol was bottomless. A recipe for either a magical night, or a tragic night, you as the chef had to decide.

You and Changbin made your way to the balcony and he wrapped his suit jacket around you and you leaned your head on his shoulder. For a while you sat in silence watching the bustling city below you. The sounds of honking cars, drunken cheers, and music lulled you into a sense of melancholic peace.

“Y/N, so never told you but I figured out you and Jeongin weren’t actually dating.” He muttered quietly so no one else would hear him, unfortunately you were not so tactful. The gulp of champagne you had just taken was still in your mouth, however it quickly flew out of your mouth and onto the immaculate marble floor. No one thankfully saw your spit take. Trying to regain composure, you dabbed your mouth clean with a napkin and gave your friend a shocked glare.

“Wait, what, how, what, again huh?!” You harshly sputtered in confusion and slight panic. You were careful to keep your voice hushed even though you wanted to squawk like a panicked bird at this revelation.

“It was the bar night, you drunkenly questioned a compliment from Jeongin and acted like he never complimented you or your physical features and Chan and I found it weird and basically we ended up kinda analyzing how you two interacted. It almost seemed like you were faking a relationship, but I can see now your feelings for him were so real. You really loved him didn’t you?” Changbin opened his arms and you quickly found purchase gripping his shirt and nodding, you focused on holding the tears in as to preserve your makeup and his shirt. Changbin softly rubbed your back and whispered soft affirmations to you to help ease the pain. After seeing how hurt your breakup, if you could realistically call it that made you feel he knew he couldn’t have you, and he was more than okay with just seeing you happy, even if you had found that happiness in another man’s arms. He had mentally moved on from you being the object of his affection and already saw you as a good friend. His affections for you, now platonic felt much better. You gave Changbin a small smile, it didn’t quite reach your eyes. He gave you a knowing one back and brushed off your whispered words of gratitude.

The heartfelt interaction between you two was cut short by an angry Jeongin storming over. “Changbin, if you could excuse us for a few moments I need to steal Y/N for a few minutes to talk.”

“I- Y/N are you okay with this?” Changbin’s apprehension seemed to make the tension among the three of you grow like a bamboo stalk, sharply and quickly. You knew Jeongin and you needed to talk, you just wish it wasn’t right here and right now.

“Binnie I can do this, go have fun. We can talk later. I promise I’ll be okay.” You whisper and hand him back his coat. You quickly followed Jeongin down a corridor far enough from the gala to have a private talk.

“So I see you found a new best friend, or is Binnie your new boyfriend?” Jeongin’s voice was sharp as a blade, cutting you down with each word. Hurt and shock must’ve flashed in your eyes because before you knew it he had stepped back to add more distance between you two. He backed up against a wall trying to not make eye contact with you. “I’m hurt Y/N, fucking broken, you didn’t just fake breakup with me you ditched me for the next best thing, you fucking replaced me. For all I know I was a pawn to make him realize how you wanted to be treated, I could have been a tool to show him how desirable you were, or a tool to make yourself look better to others?! YOU GAVE ME NO REASON! Nothing! No communication either. You never once took a moment to check in on me, not a single time were you asking about my department change, it was like the next shiny thing came and I was forgotten in the mud like a toy, Y/N. Were you too absorbed in yourself to notice I was dying out there?” Your knees gave out as you slumped to the floor and sobs wracked your body. you had selfishly tried to guard your heart, and in the process you broke his and your own if you had been honest and told him your feelings, this wouldn’t have happened and you knew that.

“I don’t even know what to say to explain to you how undeniably sorry I am for what I did. I didn’t want our fake relationship to ruin our very real friendship and I guess it kind of did.” Your words cut Jeongin as did your tone of hurt and reluctant acceptance. You reminded him of how he never had gotten to really call you his, and him raising his voice in hurt may have made things worse. With nothing to lose he continued laying it all out to you.

“I guess you’re right. Well at least you’re happier now with him huh?” He sneered looking down at your shaking form. Your red dress was pitched up as you clutched your knees to your chest. All he could compare you to in his mind was the saddest gumdrop he had ever seen, and he just wanted to take it all back and hold you and say everything was fine. But it wasn’t fine and he was too far gone to stop.

“Why are you so upset I worked it out with Changbin and we’re friends now? Why is that such an issue to you? Communication is a two way street Jeongin and you never once reached out to me either. But that I guess is whatever, what isn’t is you being so mad I made a friend when I was also hurting. So again… Why. Do. You. Care?” By the end of your rant your finger was poking his chest on each of those four words. Your eyes boring into his and your glare matching his. The next thing you knew two hands were clutching your face and your back was pressed against the wall where he was previously standing. You both exchanged a heated kiss, teeth clashing together in an uncoordinated embrace, the kiss went from messy to passionate as you both found rhythm. Hands wandered briefly, panting breaths were exchanged. Saliva transferred from one mouth to the other as his tongue began to find its home in your mouth. It was a crescendo of emotions and need, the days of pining, embarrassment, and turmoil being left behind in exchange for desire, adoration, and pure magic. Your fingers quickly found his hair and his stayed on your cheeks gripping onto your skin like if he wasn’t holding you down you would slip through his fingers. He put every emotion he had into the kiss. Both of you felt hot salty tears run from your eyes as you parted to take deep breaths. Before Jeongin let his desire to kiss you again take hold of him, he knew he had to explain himself, he wish he could throw all of his mistakes into an abyss, but he knew he had to tell you the truth.

“Because I am so undeniably in love with you. I realized right after our plan was underway. I didn’t know how to tell you. I was instantly drawn to you, I truly didn’t know it was possible to meet a piece of heaven until I met you. That’s why I’m mad, because I could lose you, and losing you to him would break me beyond repair.” His voice cracked and cut in and out due to how hard he was fighting more tears.

“Jeongin look at me. Baby, look. at. me.” You tilted his chin with your fingers and looked directly into his watery eyes. “I ran away because I was scared, falling in love with your best friend is terrifying, the day I ended the fake dating was just after I realized how much I loved you. The day we got this dress, I realized I only wanted your opinion on my event wear because you made me feel beautiful. I fucking love you Yang Jeongin and that is terrifying to me.” At your confession, he pulled you into a warm embrace and nuzzled his head to your neck and inhaled the comforting scent of your perfume while you listened to his heartbeat as it settled. As you both hugged and whispered sweet words affirming your feelings for one another you heard a some exclamations coming from behind Jeongin. You had an instinct to look over his shoulder and there were Chan and Changbin exchanging cash with some other coworkers who had all bet on your relationship actually coming into fruition. As you smiled at the sight, you made eye contact with a beaming Changbin who held a big double thumbs up your way, you giggled and shook your head and looked up at your boyfriend, who was now very real. He smiled down at you and shared in your giggles of pure joy. The party began to grow into a full roar as midnight grew closer.

“5….4….3….2….1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

As one chapter of life closed and another opened, you shared your first very real kiss, of your now very real relationship. No rules, no faking, no bad pickup lines, and to Jeongin’s chagrin; a beefy new friend to help you get strong enough to carry Jeongin out of the bar when he’s too drunk. Who would have thought a less than stellar acting performance, coupled with some jealousy and a himbo sidekick was what was needed for JYP’s resident versions of Pam and Jim to get together after all.

The End

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The ~engagement 'issue'~

I feel like I'm seeing more and more posts about readers' lack of engagement with writers on here and I now want to say something. I don't say things short so buckle in lmao

TL;DR: idgaf if you, readers, comment on my shit or not. I care that you enjoy it and, if you did, job complete, mission accomplished, well done. I want to be part of a community, not a service provider/'content creator'. I write because I want to and getting to hear people's thoughts and feedback is just a huge fucking bonus to that. Also, readers I love you.

I love my readers. All of them, loud and silent alike. Readers who comment with long reviews, pulling out quotes or bits they liked, reacting with predictions or responding to the characters. Readers who just comment that they really liked it! that it was good! Readers who like. Readers who read and leave no mark at all. Readers who follow me and readers who come across something I wrote another way, who didn't follow me before and don't after. I am deeply grateful that anyone takes the time to read the things I write, whether you've read everything I've ever posted or just one drabble.

I know that all writers are similarly grateful to have this space and to have people here who read their work. I do, to a certain extent, understand the frustration with regards to like:comment ratios.

However.

I know that reviews take effort. I am a chronically unenthusiastic person and it takes a lot for me to summon the energy to respond how I feel I should, in a way that I think would make the writer happy, in a way that I feel is befitting how I actually feel about the fic I read. There are other reasons I have been reading less recently but one of the reasons is that I feel pressure to review every single thing I read. So I just don't read!!! Isn't that stupid???? Sure, I'm putting imaginary presure on myself by thinking I need to respond in a particular way and that is very much my problem (and I'm trying hard to address it and read/review more anyway), but I feel like readers are taking a bit of a bashing right now and I don't ever want readers to stop reading or to have the reading experience spoilt by feeling a pressure to respond.

I write because I enjoy it. When I first started writing, I had no followers. It took me months to get 100 followers. It took almost a year to get to 1k and then I started over with a brand new blog. I wrote all 60k of A Fine Line by myself, with absolutely no one else reading it because I wanted to. I love getting comments from readers; I love hearing people's thoughts about the shit I write; I love this little community here... But that's what it is: community. This is not transactional! or at least, I don't want it to be! I am not writing fics as a service for which I am paid in reblogs. I am being a fan of BTS with other fans of BTS and we are making up little stories and imagining scenarios and having all kinds of fun with each other, whether you write or gif or edit or just consume. We're in this together!

I saw once, I don't remember where or when, a thing that said, if you are feeling miserable, do something nice for someone else and it will lift your mood. This is, in my experience, absolutely correct. Writers, if you are feeling miserable about your engagment, engage with others the way you want people to with you, write a review for someone else's fic that would make your day if you received it. We writers are all readers, too, and we are not exempt from these ~criticisms~ just because we write.

I am not trying to ~call anyone out~ or, in turn, criticise writers. I'm not. I understand. I do. But every time I see one of these posts, it upsets me, because if I were an active, engaged reader, it would make me feel bad. If I were a silent reader, it would make me feel bad. I don't ever want to make anyone feel bad for enjoying something. Readers don't owe us anything! If this issue is ruining the writing experience for you, it is on you to examine that; it is not the fault of your readers. If it means that you no longer enjoy writing, stop writing. Our time on earth is short and precious! Let's spend it, as much as we can, doing things we enjoy! Not doing things that make us miserable!

Fin.

[multiplefandomwritings]

I’m sure you’ve seen Pierre’s BEREAL, can I request you write a fic where him and his girlfriend are having sex in his BEREAL notification goes off during and their doing doggy style so he takes his BEREAL where he’s pulling your hair and their friends react to it?

(If ur comfortable)

Let´s BeReal

pairing: Pierre Gasly x reader

warnings: smut, 18+, swearing, established relationships

summary: Pierre´s new obsession is BeReal. As his fiancée, you experience this first hand.

disclaimer: English is not my first language. Feel free to leave comments and/or feedback. Also, a like and reblog is always appreciated <3 this is my first time writing smut, so please let me know how i did!

notes: @princessbetsy123-blog thank you for the request, i altered it a bit, i hope you still like it :) <3

word count: 2.5k

You sit in the back of the conference room, watching the press conference Pierre was attending. This wasn’t your first press conference, it wasn’t going to be your last one, so you didn’t really pay attention. You check your phone to look at the calendar, checking where Pierre has to be after the conference. You were scheduled to film something for the social media of Alpha Tauri with Yuki. You smile – you like the man.

Everyone joked about the close relationship Pierre and Yuki had, but the truth was, you and Yuki are even closer. He is like a little brother to you, your partner in crime, your best friend. His sometimes-childlike behaviour never fails to make to smile. Most of the time the two of you can be seen laughing and goofing around. Also, often enough you were up for mischief, pranking Pierre or whoever crosses your path.

If people didn’t know better, they would have even said that you and Yuki were more than friends. But that isn’t the case. You are the woman on Pierre Gasly´s side, and that for already more than five years. Just two months ago he had asked you to marry him, and you had happily said yes. So, you are his fiancée, and fans and the media handle you as “the dream and power couple” of Formula One.

You had been Pierre´s manager and friend before you had started dating. It had one major advantage: You could come to every race, because you worked with him. Before you realized, you were a fixed part of the Formula One world, and most of the paddock considered you their friend. Your gentle being made you pleasant to be around, and you always had an open ear for whoever. So, many times, one of the drivers knocked at the door of your room for advice, help or just a quick chat.

Pierre had never mind with most of them. And even though you shot down every flirting attempt from the other drivers, some of them did just never really stop. Daniel, for example. But Pierre didn’t mind that – it was just the way Daniel was, and after all, Daniel was his friend as well. So, all around, everything was good.

You are ripped out of your daydream when one of your colleagues, Anne, who is also a close friend of you, nudges you in the side with her elbow. “What the hell is he doing?”, she whispers, and you look up at Pierre who fumbles his phone out of his pocket. You cock your eyebrow. Confused, you watch your fiancée taking his phone out and playing with it, until suddenly your phone vibrates in your hand.

“Oh my god!”, you laugh quietly and show your coworker the notification. “He did not!”, she chuckles and shakes her head. You motion to her that you are leaving the conference because you had somewhere to be. She nods and signals you that she is coming as well.

Once outside, you let out a laugh. “BeReal is Pierre´s new obsession. It´s funny, but sometimes it is pain in the butt!” Anne grins at you, which you retort crookedly, “I swear, soon he will even answer the notification when we have sex!” Anne shrieks and then brakes out in a fit of giggles, which you join.

Together, you walk to the Alpha Tauri garage, where your ways part. You wait for Pierre and Yuki outside and check some mails until you are ripped from your concentration.

“Hey y/n!”, says Esteban and jogs over, “How are you? You look great today by the way!” You smile politely at the man. You were on civil terms with him, but you didn’t like him that much. He made you a tiny tad uncomfortable, as you could never tell if he flirted with you out of fun, like Danny, or if he did it with the actual intent of stealing you from Pierre. Pierre had agreed to your concerns and had developed a dislike for the French man. “I am good, how are you? Excited for the race next week?”, you kindly try to make some conversation, as you don’t want to be impolite. You might be a bit uncomfortable, but never in a million years did you want to be impolite or make Esteban feel bad. Because maybe he was just actually trying to be nice. “Yeah, I am. I´ve got a good feeling I won´t finish too bad next week, maybe even before your boyfriend!”

He had just winked at you when you feel two arms sneak around your torso. “Dream on, Ocon”, Pierre retorts, “And I am her fiancée, not her boyfriend.” The French driver lifts his hands in mock defense. “I was just trying to make conversation with your fiancée, Gasly, as she was here all alone. Maybe you ought to keep a better eye on her in the future! Have a good day”, Esteban turns around and walked away. Pierre wants to yell something after him, but you shake your head.

“It´s not worth it, Pierre.” Your fiancée shakes his head once again, but his salty mood is soon blown away when he looks at your face. “You are too good for his world, mon coeur”, he taps your nose, and you stretch out your tongue, “Come on, lets meet Yuki. He already texted me complaining that he didn’t see you yet, I swear, he misses you more than –“ Pierre is interrupted by a high-pitched scream from you when you see Yuki and immediately sprint in his direction.

Your friend looks up for his phone and screams as well when he saw you. He jumps off his chair and runs in your direction. The two of you meet in the middle, grabbing each other’s hands and then you dance around in a circle. Pierre just walks past you to one of the Social Media managers that shakes his head. “Trust me, I have no idea what is wrong with them. I swear, they share one single braincell together, and that braincell hasn’t slept in 5 days!” The guy laughs and looks at you – Yuki and you are now laying on the floor holding your stomachs while you laugh hysterically.

After five minutes you are only giggling still, and you have managed to catch your breath enough to get up. Pierre and Yuki sit down on set. You take a spot in one of the corners, but every once in a while, Yuki makes eye contact with you and has to start laugh. So, after a few minutes, the Social Media team orders you in front of the camera as well. That was nothing you, they occasionally had you in the videos as well, because most fans loved the dynamic between you, Yuki, and Pierre.

You start the video again, this time you take over the moderation. “Hello and welcome everybody to a new video. Today, Pierre and Yuki are going to answer some of the fan questions. The first question is: What was your highlight off and on track so far this season?” Pierre and Yuki both answer that they were happy with the car and that they were glad to be standing in the points more often than not. Yuki´s personal highlight was a travel home to his family, while Pierre names your engagement, which makes everyone in the room go “aw”.

Pierre and Yuki answere a few more questions before one question on Twitter caught your attention. “What was Pierre doing on his phone earlier?”, you read out loud and Pierre blushes a bit. “I can actually answer this”, you say matter-of-factly, “He used BeReal. This man is addicted to the app, I am witness to that!” You grin, and so does Yuki. Pierre shoots you a glare but laughs as well. You end the video.

Afterwards, the three of you go out for an early dinner before you have to catch your respective flights to your home. Pierre and you are going back to Milan to your shared apartment. You had purchased it two summers ago, and you loved it. However, you are also currently looking more or less seriously for houses. Recently, you had found yourself talking about the future, and the possibility of having kids one day. So, the two of you decided that a house with a garden would be better for little kids.

You arrive in Milan at nine in the evening and a friend of yours had kindly offered to drive you home from the airport. When you get out of the car, you wave your friend goodbye and make your way into the apartment building. Pierre unlocks the door to your flat and drops his bags as soon as he set steps in the hallway. “Oh!”, he groans, “it is good to be home!” You laugh and agree.

The bags are quickly carried in, and the two of you cook an easy pasta dish for dinner. Taking the plates to the couch, you eat quietly while watching a movie. When you finished eating, the movie is paused, the kitchen cleaned, and you go back onto the couch to finish the movie. You cuddle into Pierre´s side, he wraps his arms around you and continues to watch the movie.

The notification going off from Pierre´s phone startles you. “Sorry, mon ange”, Pierre softly speaks and reaches for his phone. “Let me guess, its BeReal?” Pierre grins and nods. “It´s from Charles! You wanna see as well?” “Of course!”, you answer and sit up to look at his phone as well. He opens the app and then the picture and…

You shriek. “Oh my god, what is this?” Then you look at Pierre in shock and the two of you start laughing. Charles had sent Pierre a picture of him sitting on the bed, naked. Charlotte kneeled between his legs, only in underwear, face towards Charles´ private part. It was very clear what the two of them were up to. “This is scandalous!”, you exclaim in between giggles, “Does he always send you pictures like this?”

Pierre shakes his head no. “Never before… However, I might have provoked that…” “How?” Pierre blushes and looks at you with puppy eyes. “Please don’t be mad, but I might have bragged about our sex life to him, and I think he might have felt inferior and hurt in his manliness?” You look at him shocked for a moment, then you start to laugh again.

“Well, I guess we better show Charles then, instead of you continuing to brag!”, you tease seductively. Pierre gulps. “Mon Coeur, we don’t have to if you don’t want to, I mean, what I am trying to sa-“, you cut him off when you press a soft kiss to his mouth. After breaking it, you leave a trail of soft kisses from his mouth over his jawline to his neck. You can hear his breath hitch in his throat, and you smile before you begin to gently suck on the soft flesh of his neck.

Since the position has become uncomfortable, you fling your one leg over Pierre and settle down on his lap. His hands immediately find your ass and he starts to knead your flesh. His breath becomes ragged, and you start to grind down on his crotch. Feeling his growing reaction this close to your core elicited a moan from your mouth. “Fuck, ange. I am not even really touching you yet and you already make those wonderful noises for me. Makes me want to fuck you!” “Well, how about we move this to the bedroom then?”, you say and before you finish, Pierre grabs your thighs, stands up and carries you to your bedroom.

He throws you on the bed, and before he climbs on top of you, he pulls of his sweatshirt and shirt in one shift motion. You observe him closely. “More than five years and you still don’t get enough of me shirtless, huh?” You grin. “Never. And now get here, Gasly!” He laughs and climbs on top of you. Immediately, his lips are on yours, kissing you like he needs it to be able to breach. His hungry kisses made your heart flutter and your core dripping. One of Pierre´s hand digs into the flesh of your hip, the other is tangled in your hair.

“Pierre, I am hot!”, you complain. “Yeah, you are. But I agree, its time you lose some clothes!” You wiggle free from under him and stand up from the bed. Seductively and slow you pull your shirt over your head and take your pants off.  Pierre’s mouth falls open when he sees that you are wearing his favourite set of lingerie. “You wore this the whole day and didn’t tell me?!?”

He takes off his pants and you can see by the bulge in his boxer shorts that he was already hard. It makes you proud, that even after all these years you still had that effect on him. You wink at him. “Well, you can spend some time looking at it now, no?” Pierre shakes his head. “No, mon ange, while it is a beautiful view, I missed feeling you even more, so you better get here!“

You crawl back into the bed, and Pierre wastes no time. He grabs you by the waist, pulling you on top of him. While he lays down, you sit on his lap, and he admires the view for a moment before you grind down on him and a groan leaves his mouth. You bent down to give him a kiss and Pierre’s hand finds the back of your head and pulls you closer to him. His other hand rests on your back, and with swift fingers he unclasps your bra.

He throws the piece of clothing away carelessly and breaks the kiss to occupy one of your nipples with his mouth instead. You moan and grind down on his lap. Pierre sucks on your nipple, while his hand plays your other tit. It drives you nearly crazy. Your head falls back and after a while, you swing your left leg down from Pierre. You loop your thumb under the waistband and pull down his pants and his underwear in a swift motion.

His fully erect cock springs free and you can’t help but feel your mouth water. But today was not the day for a blowjob. Today, you wanted him to fuck you hard. So, you get on all fours and Pierre takes the cue. In not more than a second, he is behind you and pulls your panties to the side. You gasp in anticipation when he runs his dick though your already wet folds.

“Pierre, don’t be a tease!”, you whine and in that moment his BeReal notification goes off. “Well, you are lucky!”, he chuckles and in one swift motion he buries his dick deep inside of you. You gasp and Pierre gives you a moment to adjust before he starts to softly thrust into you.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back a bit which makes you moan. In his other hands he takes the phone, and you can her the click when he takes the pictures. You assume he presses send, because the next moment you hear his phone hit the pillows and he pulls you up so that your back touches his chest. “And now, mon ange, we will make the rest of this all about us!”

[iridescentpull]

《 Maybe Next Year 》

Summary: Anthony doesn't win the 'Show of the Year' award. Ian comforts him.

TW: N/A

Fandom: Smosh

Pairing: Ianthony (ambiguous)

Note: This is a work by a fan for other fans. Please no harrasment, block me or my tags.

《 I wrote this to heal myself from this night lmao. Fuck C, all my homies hate C 》

《 Fic under cut - reblogs appreciated - ao3 》

Anthony feels his hands shaking, trying his best to calm his anxiety down. It's the final award of the night, and his show is nominated. His show. His show that he poured his blood, sweat and tears. His show that saved him when he didn't know what to do with his channel. His show that was a stepping stone in fixing his and Ian’s relationship. His show.

As Mat stood on the stage, the curly-haired male felt a hand poke his arm. He looked to his left and saw Ian give him a reassuring smile. "Breath." He reminded him, grabbing one of his hands and gently holding it. "You can't accept an award if you're passed out."

Anthony laughed, shaking his head. "You're right." He said, quieting down when the nominees were being said. 

He felt an unbelievable sense of pride when his show was announced and the crowd cheered loud and clear. Maybe this year he'll win. Maybe this is his year. Those past three nominations were just stepping stools for this. This was it. 

The taller felt his body freeze when Mat revealed the tables had the answer hidden in them. He felt like he couldn't move, anxiety and adrenaline paralyzing him. He could see Ian stand up immediately, turning over his chair and searching underneath the table cloths. Ian was frantic, asking Ale and her partner to search on their seats as well. He turned to Anthony, adrenaline on his expression. 

The table shook their heads, confirming there was no paper on their table. Anthony's eyes looked around, trying to see if tables around him had the papers. He felt his heart quicken when he saw an E and a D. 

Maybe. 

Just maybe…

And then there it was. He looked to his right where a woman was walking to the theater, holding a piece of paper containing a singular letter. 

And that letter was a C. 

Anthony felt the adrenaline leave his body. He felt his body crash against the chair he was sitting on, exhaustion finally crashing on him. He lost. Again. For the fourth time, and now third time in a row. 

He could feel frustration tears well up in his eyes but he forced himself to stop. The dark-haired male took a deep breath and forced a smile, standing up and clapping when the show of the year award was announced. 

Feeling Ian's stare, he cheered for her at her speech and laughed with those around him. Then the final song came on, and he felt Ian quietly move to stand beside him. 

They stood beside each other, watching the dancing and singing around them. They stayed quiet, observing and processing the night they just had. So much had happened in so little time. 

Eventually it was over, and the after party began. Ale and her partner said their goodbyes, once again congratulating Anthony on his nominations and wishing them both a good-night. Both men wished them a quiet good-night, before turning to each other. 

Anthony knew Ian wanted to say so many things, but didn't know where to start. It was fine, he didn't know if he could manage to answer without tearing up either. 

They were interrupted by some influencer, probably a TikToker of some kind approaching them. "Oh my god! Smosh!" They exclaimed, a huge smile on their face. "Can I take a picture with you guys?"

Anthony nodded, plastering a smile on his face. Ian glanced at him and bit his lip, before turning to the kid and nodding. After a quick selfie together, the person grinned. "Thank you!" They said, before turning to Anthony. "I'm sorry you didn't get it. It's wild you've been nominated four times and haven't won- luck is not on your side!" 

The male gaped as the kid went along, stopping in front of Link and asking for a picture. Damn, that comment kind of hurt. 

Ian huffed and grabbed his best friend's hand, pulling him away from the center of the crowd. They went to a less populated corner, where a few people were talking. Ian stopped them and as soon as Anthony faced him, the shorter pulled him into a hug. 

Anthony froze, not knowing what to do. Ian rarely initiated hugs or any form of physical contact. It was unexpected, yet as the seconds went by, Anthony could feel his body melt against Ian's. And it was nice. 

The brunet ran his hand against the others back, trying his best to soothe the other. He knew how much that award meant to him. To be acknowledged and praised for something he created. He understood. 

Which made it hurt more when the absolute crushed expression slipped onto Anthony's face when the realization struck him. 

After a few minutes of the hug, Ian pulled back but only slightly. He gave the other the most proud smile he could. "That was wild, huh?" He asked, glancing at the theater beside them. "I never expected to present an award with you again." 

Anthony smiled softly. "Yeah." He chuckled. "We are so not getting invited next year. Eating the mask? Really?"

Ian shrugged, amusement on his face. They stayed quiet, enjoying each others company. The brunet grabbed the other's hands. "You know I'm proud of you, right?" He started, glaring at the other when he tried to interrupt. "Shut, let me finish. I know I didn't say this enough, but I'm so proud of how you evolved your channel and the content you created."

He stopped, glamcing to where Michelle stood with her award. "And I know the award meant so much to you, but listen." He looked back to the male. "An award doesn't represent your success or worth. You are amazing, and I'm so proud of you."

Anthony felt his eyes tear up, but from completely different reasons. He let out a watery laugh. "Since when did you learn how to process emotions?" 

Ian rolled his eyes. "I've been taking a crash course." He mantioned, smiling at Anthony's laugh. "Also, don't worry too much- there's always next year."

"Next year…" The taller started, giving the other a soft smile. "Next year it'll be us. We're definitely gonna get smosh nominated on something." 

The brunet chuckled. "We'll see." He said, looking at the crown partying and having a good time. He cringed, the thought of being pressed against so many bodies not calling him. He turned to Anthony, who was also cringing at the crowd. "Wanna get outta here and have a drink at my place?"

The male pulled a face. "Wouldn't we look rude for ditching? It's part of what we were asked for, after all."

Ian waved a hand. "Nah, we were asked to present an award and we did. We're done here."

Anthony thought for a moment, before shrugging. "You know what, fuck it- lets get outta here." 

Ian smiled and pulled Anthony to the doors, leaving the building. As soon as both men entered Ian's car, Anthony looked at Ian and smiled. "Hey Ian?"

"Yeah?" The brunet asked, turning the vehicle on. 

"Thank you."

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ Fastballs and Fiancés

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: You Were Enough; You Are Everything

Main Masterlist ~Sliding Into Home Masterlist

Arizona in the spring is amazing for baseball.  The air was dry, the crowd was loud.  Frank loved spring training.  Nothing counted but everything mattered.  He tapped his bat against his boot and took his stance.  The opposing pitcher from the Brewers took his stance as well.  Frank could see it, a twitch in his eye, a tell.  Frank anticipated the pitch to be low and away.  

Sure enough, Frank saw the pitch and his bat made it around, hitting the ball into deep center, just out of the reach of the other team.  He made it to first and rounded to second.  He stops and smiles as the crowd cheers. He stands on base as he pulls his batting glove off, stuffing it into his back pocket.  He chats with the second baseman, joking around.  He’s in his happy place, the game, where all the personal shit doesn’t touch him.  

In the quiet roar of the fans in the crowd, he can hear one distinct set of voices. “Go Adler Go!” 

He looks around and smiles.  Mary and Scott finally made it to Arizona for the weekend and are sitting right behind the dugout. He waves at his little girl, and she beams.  At least today she’s happy, he thought to himself.  He thought back to the shit show of a couple of days ago when he was getting ready to leave.  

Three days before – Dodger Stadium   “Mary, just give me a minute to grab my kit, ok? I know you are ready for me to leave you with Scott so he can spoil you but ya still have ta drop me at the airport.”   “Scott doesn’t spoil me,” she replied as she swung around on his arm.   “And I’m the queen of England,” he replied.    Mary frowned. “You’re not. That’s a lie.”   “So is the statement that Scott doesn’t spoil you,” he sassed back. “It's called sarcasm.”  He stopped because Mary stopped.  “Nugget?” He looked up to see Abby frozen in front of him.  “Abby.”   “Uh, hi.” She tucked her hair back that had escaped her bun. “Mary?” Frank nodded.  “She’s so big,” she whispered.    Mary tugged on Frank, and he kneeled down.  “I want to go,” she said with a tremble. “I don’t want to talk to her.”   “Mary...”  “NO!”  Frank scooped up Mary in his arms as she buried her face in his neck. “I’m sorry, I just needed something for the trip... yeah... see you later.”  He walked away as he felt the wetness on his shoulder. “Mary, c’mon take a breath.”   “Why is she here? I thought she left,” Mary sobbed.   “She works here, Nugget.” He sighed, “I didn’t want to tell you yet because... because I don’t know how to deal with it myself.” He continued to hold her as he walked into the locker room. “I’m sorry Nugget.”   “It’s ok,” she sniffled. “Do you still love her?”  Frank choked up but cleared his throat. He remained honest. “I never stopped.”   Abby had remained frozen in her spot as her heart split once again. But this time, it was her own fault.  

Mary was quiet for the ride to the airport and Scott had reported that she had been sullen the rest of the week.  They were only here for the weekend since Mary had school, but he was grateful to see her smile again.  

Frank took a lead off on second, watching to see if the pitcher would make a throw or give him the moment to steal.  Johnny was at bat. Pitcher looks but then sends it flying towards Johnny.  He’s good, recognizing it would be outside and takes the ball, but the catcher isn’t ready, and it goes flying back into the backstop.  Frank races over to third base, stopping just as the ball is thrown towards the third baseman and it goes sailing over.  The third base coach waves him over and Frank makes for home, sliding in and scoring.  He jumps up and high-fives Johnny as he makes it back to the dugout.  

The crowd is loud but all Frank can see is Mary cheering him on. He waves at her before taking a seat and some water.  

Yep, baseball in the spring was always amazing.  

After the game, Frank met with Mary and Scott. “Frank, you were awesome!” 

“Thanks Nug!” He high fives her.  He looked at Scott.  “Everything go ok?” 

“Yeah, flight was fine, and we checked into our room. Mary wanted to go swimming, but I said after dinner.  The pool is heated.”  

“Yeah, shouldn’t be a problem.  We were supposed to have a team dinner, but the restaurant had some issue, who knows.”  

“Yo, Adler!” 

Frank turned to see Johnny walking over, popping that damn gum again. “Sup, Storm. Whatcha need?” 

“I wanted to know who the sweet blonde you were talking to was.”  He flashed a smile towards Mary. “Hello there.” He kneeled in front of Mary.  “I’m Johnny.  The people call me the Human Torch.  The ladies, they call me Torch,” winking at Mary.  

Mary giggled, much to Frank’s chagrin. “Hi,” she said shyly. “I’m Mary.”  

“Mary. What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Johnny smiled. “You look as sweet as strawberry pie. “ 

“Ok,” Frank interrupts. “Back up Storm.” Scott turns to hide his laughter as Johnny flashes his signature smile.  “My niece is nine not nineteen.  And even then...” 

“Just messing with you,” Johnny replies with a shrug. “I heard something about the pool, and I figured since you need to have some fun before you become a grumpy old man, I thought I would offer my services.”  

“Can we Frank? Please?” Mary rounds those blue eyes at him, and he sighs.  

“Fine. But stop flirting with my niece,” he warns Johnny, who raises his hands.  

The group orders food poolside along with some other players on the team.  Johnny is entertaining Mary when the discussion turns to the new team doctor.  “Have you guys seen Dr. Hernandez?” Will Smith, the catcher asks. “She is a dime.  Dark curly hair, that beautiful tan skin...” 

Frank grits his teeth, willing himself to hold his tongue. “If I wasn’t a happily married man,” Max Muncy starts, “I would totally try to hit that.” The men laugh.  

“Adler, you’ve had to do the medical stuff with her,” Will looks at him. “How is she?  Sweet as candy, feisty as a pepper?”  

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” Frank says, draining his beer.  

Scott walks over with a fresh set of beers. “What are we talking about?” 

“The new team doctor,” Will said  

“Oh,” Scott’s face fell as he looked at Frank.  

Max jumps on it. “Wait, you know something.”  

Scott shook his head. “No, I don’t.” 

“You gotta tell us.”  

“No guys, really, that’s a bad idea...” 

“She’s my ex,” Frank says. The table falls silent. The guys look at Frank before Will opens his mouth again.  

“You let that smoke show go?” Scott closes his eyes.  

“Well, when you get drugged, fall asleep in another woman’s bed and have photos taken of you, yeah, you could say I let her go.”  Frank stood up, “no one bothers Abby, you hear me?” 

“Yeah, we hear you,” Max replies.  “Sorry Frank, we had no idea.”  

“It’s ok, I just don’t like to talk about it.  Mary! Time to go.”  

“Aww Frank!” 

“Frank, I can stay and watch her,” Scott says.  

He nods.  “Mary, Scott’s gonna stay.  Please behave.”  He turned and walked away.  He made it back to his room and closed his eyes. Every day it seemed like a new memory was coming to the surface.  

Eight years earlier – draft day  “With the 10th pick, the Boston Red Sox select Frank Adler, first baseman, Boston University.”   Frank smiled and jumped up from his seat. The first thing he did was kiss Abby, cradling her face. “The next adventure,” he whispered to her.   She smiles. “The next adventure.”   Frank hugged his mother and sister before walking to the stage. He smiled as he held his jersey up with the commissioner as the flashes from the camera blinded him.  He was thrilled to be able to stay in Boston so Abby could finish her undergrad and then worry about medical school once his entry contract was over.  After the photos, he went backstage to talk with Boston’s management and then got a call from Mike. “Hey loser!” He greeted him with a smile.   “Congrats man! Can’t believe you made it to the Red Sox. What are they thinking?”  “I know, right.” Frank laughed.  “How’s law school?”  “One more year man, thank god for being in an accelarated program.” Mike hesitated. “I saw you kiss Abby. You finally shoot your shot?”  “Yeah, last night.  I asked her to go with me wherever I went, and she said yes.  This has been the best week of my life.”   “I’m happy for you man.  I gotta get back but I’ll be home next week.”   “Can’t wait to celebrate this with you man. Love you!”  Thinking back on it, Frank hadn’t noticed how weird Mike had sounded. It had been caught up in all the excitement and celebrations.  Abby was by his side the entire time and he was so happy. Especially that night.  That first night, Abby slept in his arms.  Heading back to their hotel room, Frank played with Abby’s fingers, occasionally bringing her hand up to his mouth and nipping at her fingers, making her giggle. As he walked her to her room, he got nervous. As she opened her door, he stopped her.  “Stay with me.”   “What?”  “Stay with me, Cricket.”   “Frankie, I’m...I’m not...”  Frank immediately understood. “Not that Cricket. Not yet. I just want to hold you and make sure I'm not dreaming. I'm gonna play for Boston and I get to kiss the most beautiful girl in the world. I don’t want to wake up if this is a dream.” He kissed her palm. “Stay with me, sweetheart.”   Abby stared into his beautiful ocean blue eyes. Eyes that for the last seven years had always been honest, kind and loving. Frank had never hurt her.   “Hold me Frankie because this isn’t just your dream. It’s mine too.”  It was the first night that Frank slept like a baby. Because his dream girl was in his arms and not just in his dreams.  

As morning broke, Frank watched over the sleeping girl in his arms. Mary came back to the room, asleep in Scott’s arms, from the pool.  He took in her blonde locks and the small smattering of freckles.  She looked just like his sister, it almost hurt.  An alarm went off and she started to stir.  “Hey Nugget.”  

“Hey Frank,” she yawned. “Are you leaving?” 

“Not without you.  Team breakfast and then warmups but you can be on the field with me.”  

Mary smiled. “Okay!” 

Today's warmups are fun with the guys taking to Mary.  She has always been chatting.  That and the fact that she had already memorized the stats for each player.  But she always grew shy around Johnny, which caused Frank to roll his eyes.  

“So little Strawberry, want me to show you how to strike out your Uncle?” Johnny offers.  Mary takes his hand, a little too enthusiastically.  Frank took his stance at the plate.  

“Show me what you got, Nug!” 

Upstairs, Abby watched over the field, gaze transfixed on the little blonde.  It hurt her so much when Mary refused to interact with her at the stadium the other day. But she couldn’t fault her.  She had promised Mary that she loved her and would always be there for her.  As she wiped an errant tear away, she felt presence behind her.  “Why are you crying, love?” 

“Nothing.”  

Mike grasped her chin softly and made Abby look at him. “Your eyes are red.”  

Abby sighed. “I saw Mary a couple of days ago and she hates me.  Just seeing how big she is now, nodding towards the field, I missed so much.  She’s not a baby anymore.”  

Mike furrowed his brow. “Why does it matter?” 

“I helped raise her. And I promised...” she tapered off. “It doesn’t matter.”  She continued to look on the field to see Frank being chased now by Johnny with Mary on his shoulders.  She smiled softly at the antics; Frank being pushed to the ground as Mary climbed all over him.  

“Why are you staring at him now?” Mike’s voice was deeper, angrier.  

“I’m not.”  

This time, Mike clutched her upper arm and spun her towards him.  “Don’t fucking lie to me.”  

“Ow, Mike, you’re hurting me.” She tried to get out of his grasp but that just seemed to spurn him on. 

“You are mine, Abigail.” When she tried to pull away again, he gripped her tighter around her arm and then pinched her chin to keep her face on his.  “I was there for you, I took care of you, so don’t look at another man again.  Do you hear me?”  She nodded, eyes wide with fear.  “Answer me!” 

“Yes, Mike,” she whispered.  

He relaxed his hold on her.  “Good girl. I’ll see you later.” He kissed her forehead roughly before heading out.  He turned back to see a stray tear. “I love you, beautiful.”  

After Mike left, Abby looked down at her arm.  His handprint was red on her skin. It was going to bruise, she thought. She pulled on her cardigan. Mike had never been aggressive with her before.  She hoped it was just a one-time thing.  She took one more look at the field.  

And saw a pair of ocean blues looking back at her.  Had he seen? Abby walked away from the window and went back to her hotel.  

And cried. Mourning her relationship with Frank, with Mary.  

She hated this new adventure.  

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