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Tyler Seguin #12

Requested by Anon:  Omg I loved your Morgan rielly drabble so much I was smiling so big😍 could you do a Tyler Seguin one where you are taking your two chocolate labs for a run when Tyler’s labs run up to you and you get to talking abt your dogs and he asks you out 😙

*Thank you so so much! I love all my Mo drabbles tooo, thank you again. :) This is kinda, IDK, cute and fun but it starts with dog humping so be warned, I guess. Enjoy!!:)*

Word count: 982

Originally posted by dunbaerrito

You shouldn’t even have been that surprised when it happened. Dogs have humped you more than humans have. So when the big chocolate Labrador bound over, tongue hanging out of his open mouth and started to make love to half of your body, all while your own two dogs sat there looking as amused as ever, you shouldn’t have been shocked.

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Masquerade. (Jimin x Reader x Hoseok) Part 4 FINALE

With a mask, you could be whoever you want to be. You could be someone completely different, or you could be unabashedly yourself.

Jimin x Reader x Hoseok

Fluff & Smut

Office Au, Hosts Au

Summary: To secretly relieve your stress about your single life and your hard times at work, you cave and decide to give this mysteriously alluring club a chance. At Club Masquerade, you can indulge in your fantasies and indulge in who you really want to be without strings attached. So when you waltz in and realize you’re not exactly sure what you want, two of their best hosts swoop in and are more than willing to help you figure it out…

        But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets in your office.

Warning: GRAB YO SELF A PAIL OF WATER CAUSE YOU GONNA BE THIRSTY (Unless that’s just me  *CHUGS JUG* lol)

Part 4 out of 4 [FINAL]

Parts:  Part 1 |  Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Originally posted by wroni87

          “I think I need a strong drink.” You mumbled as you slowly put the masks back into the closet. “Or Hoseok– give me a good punch to the face so I could forget this happened.”

           Hoseok flinched at the sound of your voice calling him then he collected himself to retort.

           "Wait, why am I the one that has to punch you?“

           "Cause you’ve been holding it in all these years. Just do it.” You closed your eyes.

           Hoseok rolled his eyes, “Y/N. I’m not punching you.”

           You messed up your hair anxiously. Your mind was all jumbled and you didn’t know what to do. Jimin walked over and locked the door.

           "Y/N, have a seat first.“ he spoke calmly.

           You shook your head and laughed. "This is a joke right?”

           You glanced over at Hoseok and Jimin who were staring at you seriously. It sunk in that it was, in fact, reality.

           You had been fooling around with both of your bosses…and they – they…

           "Oh my god.“ You covered your mouth in horror as you stumbled into Hoseok’s chair beside you.

           Jimin rushed to your side and made sure the seat didn’t roll out from underneath you.

           "I can’t believe…” Jimin chuckled. “You’re Silver. Wow…”

           You hurriedly covered your face. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

           Jimin smirked, “Remembering all the fun we had?”

           "How’re you guys okay with this?“ You stared at them incredulously. "Are you not embarrassed that I saw…I saw….”

           Your eyes glanced from Hoseok to Jimin and back to Hoseok then back to Jimin.

           "Well I can’t say it was embarrassing or anything… cause that’s kind of our job.“ Jimin shrugged then winked at you. "Plus you clearly liked what you saw.”

           You groaned and covered your face once again.

           Jimin glanced at Hoseok and urged him to say something. Hoseok exhaled and leaned against his desk, crossing his arms nonchalantly.

           "Do you regret it?“ he questioned.

           You froze then shook your head honestly. "No…”

           "Then stop whining.“ He rolled his eyes. "It’s not the end of the world just cause you jacked us off and we made you orgasm a few times.”

           You lunged at Hoseok and placed your hand over his mouth.

           "Are you kidding me? We are at WORK! What if people hear you?“ You whispered angrily.

           Hoseok sighed and grabbed your hand.

           "I’m just saying. We’re fine, so there’s no need for you to freak out. That’s different and this is different.”

           You looked down at Hoseok’s gentle hand holding your own and he pulled it away quickly.

           "You’re…“ You started as you stared into his eyes, the pieces coming together. Then you whipped around and found Jimin sitting in Hoseok’s chair, cross-legged, and smirking mischievously. His demeanor had completely made a 180."And you’re….”

           "Well baby girl.“ Jimin grinned. "Why don’t you tell us your decision now then?”

           Your eyes widened and you stumbled back, trying to get some distance between them. “I…I…”

           "So finding out our identities affected your decision?“ Jimin questioned curiously.

           "It’s just…um…it just confuses me a bit because well…” You continued to study the two of them staring at you.

           You were breaking out into cold sweat at the situation. Jimin started cracking up, breaking the intensity in the air. You and Hoseok glanced over him inquisitively.

           "Ah you’re too cute, Y/N.“ He wiped a tear from his eyes. "You’re not going to hurt our feelings in any way if you prefer one of us over the other. We’re not going to stop being your bosses.”

           "I know…but it’s not like I can go back to Club Masquerade and you know…“ You murmured.

           Jimin smirked as he got up and started walking to you. "How about this then?”

           You shivered at the way his eyes darkened as he came closer.

           "Jimin.“ Hoseok warned but his friend paid him no mind.

           "How about we take Club Masquerade to the office?” He whispered, his breath ghosting over your face.

           You felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you from being in such close proximity to Jimin.

           "Don’t scare her, Jimin. My goodness. She just found out we’ve pretty much touched her entire body and she’s practically seen us naked.“ Hoseok chuckled as he secured you behind him.

           You smacked his back angrily. "Stop saying that out loud!”

           Hoseok laughed. “It’s true though.”

           You glared at him.

           "I’m just saying we spice up the proposition.“ Jimin threw an arm around both yours and Hoseok’s shoulders. "Since she’s still confused, we continue the experiments… but at work.”

           "H-here??“ You stammered.

           "Doesn’t it… excite you?” Jimin whispered into your ear. “You can’t go back to the Club knowing our identities because it would be embarrassing for you, but all three of us HAVE to go to work regardless. You get time to decide and you get your very own Club Masquerade during work hours…without payment…and with ALL the benefits.”

           You remained quiet because your body was trembling with anticipation at the thought of sneaking around with the risk of being caught. The two men were watching your expression intently, waiting for you to say something. After a few minutes of contemplation, you shook your head and stepped away from them.

           "Okay…“

           "Okay?” Hoseok and Jimin repeated excitedly.

           "No!“ You yelled.

           "No?” They lowered their tone.

           "No, I mean. I need to think about this.“ You explained. "It’s just a lot to take in. You’re just both so…so….”

           "Different?“ Jimin finished.

           "Yeah…” You exhaled.

           "That’s fine.“ Hoseok nodded. "It is a lot to take in. So we’ll give you time to decide.”

           "By tonight.“ Jimin cut in.

           "By tomorrow.” Hoseok glanced over at him.

           "How about I’ll let you know whenever I know? Okay?“ You pointed at the two of them as you backed up towards the door.

           "Take your time.” Hoseok nodded.

           Jimin shrugged and chuckled. “It’s not like you can get away from us anyway.”

           You smiled wryly and hurried out the door, not realizing you had been holding your breath. Skeptically, you glanced around to see if there were vigilant or judgmental eyes watching you, but everyone was either on lunch break or focusing on work with headphones in. Exhaling out of relief, you plopped into your chair, unable to fathom the unexpected turn of events. You found yourself staring into the office in front of you, watching the two’s silhouettes moving around.

           "Wow! How great is this?“ Jimin grinned excitedly. "Silver is Y/N. Wow.”

           Hoseok exhaled, “Let’s not dwell on it until she’s made her decision. We’re at work.”

           Jimin pouted. “Are you not excited? She’s hard working and attractive, plus great in bed!”

           Hoseok glared at Jimin.

           "Fine, fine. No Masquerade talk at the office. Got it.“ Jimin chimed and began tending to the stacks of paper in front of him.


           That night, you tossed and turned in contemplation. Could you really refuse the offer? I mean, here were two attractive men asking you to hook up with them DURING work hours for FREE. But then they weren’t just strangers, they were your BOSSES. But then that made them so much more appealing.

           You sat up and groaned; the storm in your mind keeping you up. You were curious but you were also nervous. Was this a good idea? Would they really be okay with it? You bit your lip and whipped out your phone. You wanted to know more about them, now that you’ve figured out their identities. You were curious to see if your original choice would stay the same or become different in the "real world”. Clearly, your body and heart were leaning towards a decision already but your mind clung onto its last hope. Finally, the final straw came when you imagined the hott scenarios that could occur if you agreed to it. Your mind released the strings of your logic and you caved.

           "Oh fuck it.“ You hissed and texted the two.

           Jimin and Hoseok rolled over and opened the message.

           Silver: Let’s do it.


           Nervously, you arrived to work the next morning. You had put effort into looking pretty so you did your make up a little more than usual and sprayed on your special perfume.

           "Mr. Jung is already here.” Your co-worker whispered. “He told me to tell you to see him when you arrived.”

           You swallowed and nodded.

           "Don’t be nervous. He’ll probably yell at you like usual.“ your co-worker laughed.

           You chuckled, trying to sound convincing. That wasn’t exactly why you were nervous this time. "Yeah, I’m sure that’s it.”

           You knocked timidly, half hoping he was asleep or not even inside.

           "Yes?“

           "It’s me.”

           "Come in.“

           Slowly, you stepped into the office and you felt Hoseok’s eyes on your outfit.

           He scoffed as you looked at him in anticipation.

           "You’re expecting something aren’t you?” He smirked and your face quickly contorted into an expression of annoyance.

           "What did you call me for?“ You exhaled, wondering why you even bothered to expect something from someone you’ve known for years.

           "Come here. I marked a few things I want you to edit.” He beckoned and you walked over.

           You moved your face closer to the paper on his desk, squinting. “Where’d you mark it? Do I need a microscope?”

           Hoseok chuckled and you felt his lips press a kiss on your cheek. Your eyes widened and you stood up hurriedly.

           "It’s in the next page.“ He pointed nonchalantly.

           You skeptically reached for the paper, maintaining your distance as he watched you, amused.

           "Are you more relaxed now?” he laughed.

           You glanced up at him in surprise. “What?”

           "You walked in like a terrified animal.“ he snorted. "It’s not like either of us are going to eat you alive. I mean, unless you want us to.”

           You rushed to cover his mouth hurriedly. “Can you please stop saying things like that?”

           He nodded as he slowly pulled your hand from his mouth. Neither of you broke the eye contact and you didn’t pull back. You were mesmerized by the fact that you hadn’t recognized either of them. Now that you were staring at him, feeling his hand in yours, you knew for sure he was Black Mask.

           "You know there’s a sexier way you could shut me up.“ he smiled and you chuckled.

           "What’s that?”

           He pulled your waist down and captured your lips in his. You inhaled sharply at the contact and you felt your hands slide up to his shoulders to steady yourself. He broke the kiss and you felt dizzy as you stared into your boss’s face instead of a mask this time. Your heart raced as he caressed your face gently.

           "You look beautiful.“ he whispered.

           You leaned over and kissed him again, wanting to make sure this was real. He welcomed it happily, guiding you to sit on his lap so you weren’t bending over to kiss him.

           "What am I doing? Oh my god.”

           You breathed as you pressed your forehead against his.

           Hoseok chuckled, “This is a bit crazy.”

           "I can’t believe…“ You studied his face. "Are you schizophrenic?”

           Hoseok rolled his eyes, “Shut up.”

           He bit your bottom lip and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss.

           Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and you both froze, hearts racing.

           "Yes?“ Hoseok called, calmly.

           "It’s Jimin. Hope you two aren’t fighting~” He chimed playfully.

           Hoseok smirked and spun his chair around to hide you on his lap. “Come in.”

           Jimin entered and hurriedly shut the door before you two revealed your position. “I can’t believe you started already.”

           Hoseok chuckled as he embraced you warmly. “I was just teaching her a few things.”

           Jimin smirked as he eyed you two with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well I’ll make sure to demonstrate a few more things when I get my hands on you.”

           You blushed as you felt Hoseok’s hand land on your exposed thigh. Mentally, you patted yourself in the back for choosing to wear a pencil skirt dress today.

            He leaned over and whispered, “This is going to drive me crazy.”

           You smiled, “Good. That’s what I was going for.”

           Hoseok patted your hip and you stood up understandably. “I just wanted to see you first thing in the morning. I’ll call you in if I find any errors for real.”

           You nodded, still finding his behavior weird but definitely welcomed. Before you made it to the door, you heard Jimin clear his throat.

           "Where’s MY good morning kiss?“ he questioned.

           You glanced over at Hoseok, not wanting him to be uncomfortable, but he nodded nonchalantly. Walking over, you leaned down to kiss Jimin sweetly, but he roughly pulled you down to straddle him. Immediately, his tongue slipped into yours and you couldn’t help that moan that it elicited from the back of your throat. His lips curled up and he broke the kiss.

           "What a sound to hear first thing in the morning.” he breathed on your lips as he lightly smacked your ass. “Now get out of my office before I take this skirt off in front of Hoseok.”

           You shivered and scrambled off of him, fixing your skirt and clothes, feeling both of their eyes on you hungrily. You felt sexy and wanted. Silently praising yourself for agreeing to this, you walked towards the door.

           "Wait.“ Hoseok called out and both yours and Jimin’s eyes were on him as he walked over to you. He reached out and adjusted a few stray strands of hair that they both had tousled. "There.”

           "Thanks.“ You blushed.

           He nodded curtly and went back to his desk.

           With one last look at them both watching you, you stepped out of the office. You were sure your cheeks were red and your body felt hot. With your heart racing, you returned to your desk and distracted yourself with your work.

           About an hour or so later, your head whipped up expectantly when the door opened to the office.

           "Wow, working hard as usual Y/N.” Jimin, grinning brightly, rushed over to you. “What’s the occasion? You look extra beautiful today.”

           You blushed, despite being taken aback by seeing this side of Jimin after how he was acting earlier. Soon, Hoseok also exited the office and caught you and Jimin chatting amiably. You watched the way his lips curled up into a smirk.

           "As usual, your desk is a mess, Y/N. You’re the first thing people see so be presentable for goodness sake.“

           With that, he stalked off, leaving you astounded.

           Jimin chuckled and leaned over to whisper seductively, "Let me get my dessert later during lunch.”

           You blushed as he laughed heartily. He turned around and began skipping out of the office while waving back at you.

           "We have to head to a meeting with the board. I’ll see you later, Y/N! Bye bye!“

           You didn’t realize you were staring blankly at the door they had disappeared through until you felt your co-worker tap your shoulder. Flinching, you spun around to find her wearing a concerned expression.

           "You okay? Mr. Jung must’ve scolded you harshly this morning, huh?”

           You laughed weakly. “It was definitely unexpected.”

           She looked at you sympathetically then returned to her work. You exhaled and ran your hand through your hair.

           Their changing personalities were definitely something you had to get used to. It was weird yet intriguing. It made you want to divulge all their other sides, in the only way you could. Then remembering Jimin’s statement, you suppressed your squeal and began counting down until lunch time.


           You made your way up to the rooftop warily. Jimin had texted you to meet him there and you were praying that none of your co-workers would join you. Luckily, you usually enjoyed eating lunch alone and everyone understood that by now, so no one bothered to question why you were slipping out so secretively. You opened the door to the rooftop curiously, but no one was there. Furrowing your brows, you glanced around. Stepping forward, you went to close the door and almost screamed when you found that Jimin was behind the door, smirking smugly.

           Before you could say anything, he pulled you towards him and locked lips with you. You were in no position or desire to resist as he pinned your back against the door, not breaking the kiss.  

           "Fuck this is hott.“ He whispered as he unbuttoned your shirt slightly.

           You were already breathing heavily. It was exhilarating and nerve-wrecking, being so out in the open. You were torn between wanting people to see you and wanting to suggest doing it someplace more hidden. But Jimin never gave you a choice on the matter as his cold fingers traced down your chest, making you shiver.

           "I’ve been wanting to do this since you handed me that drill in the office.” He whispered as he began nipping at your neck slowly and you felt yourself exhale with pleasure.

           "And I’ve been wanting to do this –“ he spun you around and pressed himself against your back. "Since that company outing.”

           Your breath hitched as he grinded into your ass, which was only protected by the thin fabric of your pencil skirt. He was already hard and you felt yourself getting turned on by his advances.

           "Why didn’t you?“ You breathed and you felt his hands cover your breasts.

           "Because I didn’t know you were such a little tease.” He spoke into your ear as he began massaging your boobs.

           You moaned as he rubbed his hardness behind you, and pleasured you with his hands in the front. Soon, his mouth found your neck as well. You were literally melting in his arms. You unbuttoned a few more of your shirt buttons as you rubbed your ass into him, causing him to growl, and he immediately slipped his hand inside your bra. Fingers rolling your nipples as you two slowly found a rhythm with your hips.

           "I need you naked with me inside you.“ he uttered.

           You spun around and wrapped your legs around his waist, biting back a groan as your wetness settled right over his bulge. Smirking, he rolled his hips and you reeled your head back, feeling your core throbbing with need. Something about seeing his face, seeing how much he wanted you, how much he craved for you –it was raw; it was real. Only a door and a few stairs were blocking your colleagues from hearing you two, and if anyone from the adjacent offices looked through their window, they would be getting themselves a free show. Your body tingled with excitement as you crashed your lips into his.

           Easily, he carried you to the benches and sat down so that you were comfortably straddling him. Placing his hands on the ends of the seat for leverage, he began bucking into you while he pushed your skirt up slyly. You were too engrossed in the way his tongue was playing around inside your mouth to worry about his hand climbing up your skirt. You were too busy making sure you rolled your hips into him at the same time he raised his for deeper friction.

           "Fuck.” he groaned as you traveled to his neck.

           "I’m so wet.“ You whimpered into his ear and immediately his hand shot underneath your skirt to touch you.

           You gasped at the contact while his eyes darkened with lust, waiting and wondering if you were going to scold him or not. But you simply rocked your hips forward to meet his fingers and he immediately captured your lips hungrily while he stroked your dampness. You were panting loudly as his hands and the fabric of your underwear added a new sensation to your need.

           "You feel so fucking good. So wet, for me.” he licked his lips as you both continued to rub against each other, full of lust and desire.

           Suddenly, you both heard footsteps and you scrambled off of him.

           "Your shirt.“ He mentioned, and you fumbled to button it back up while he tried to adjust the obvious bulge emerging from his pants. You teasingly grazed it before hopping to the other side of the table, earning a hiss from him. You opened your purse and threw your sandwich onto the table just as the doors swung open. A few of your co-workers waltzed in nonchalantly, chatting away.

           Jimin crossed his legs and smiled at you, amused as you stuffed your mouth nervously.

           "Was that good?” he chuckled, now back to his usually bright self but with an undeniably playful twinkle in his eye.

           Most people would think he was asking you about your lunch, but you knew he was talking about the position you were in just before.

           "Very.“ You breathed as a small smile splayed on your face.

           "I’m sure there’s more where that came from.” he grinned widely.

           "I hope so….“ You mumbled then glanced at the lonely water bottle he had taken out. "Aren’t you eating?”

           "I had a bit of dessert.“ He took his index finger and sucked it in front of you as he spoke. "I hope to finish it later.”

           You choked on whatever you had in your mouth at his implication and he giggled as he opened his water bottle for you. He waited for you to catch your breath before he commented,

           "Maybe you could have a taste later too.“

           You turned red and went back to coughing as he laughed at your reaction.


           You fanned yourself as you walked to the Conference Room where you and Hoseok usually practiced his speeches and presentations. Slowly, you opened the door and took a peek inside. Your heartbeat quickened as you spotted him with his tie off, shirt unbuttoned slightly, and sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned forearms – one of your weaknesses. Your previous encounter with Jimin left you sensitive and full of desire. You wondered if Hoseok would be willing to help you or if he really wanted to just get some work done. You stepped into the room and he glanced up at you, as he usually did, then returned to his papers. Disappointment washed over you as you took a seat next to him.

           "How was lunch?” He asked softly and you stared at him for a few seconds before you realized you had to answer.

           "It was good.“ You answered, still staring at him.

           Your eyes wandered to the lip mole he had and you wondered why you hadn’t put two and two together sooner. Then you found yourself eye-ing his neck and jaw line. You got flustered when Hoseok turned his head and found you gawking at him, but you couldn’t look away as he studied you carefully. His hands reached out and his thumb gently grazed your lips, making you warm all over.

           "Jimin, huh?” his lips curled up and you felt saddened when his hands left.

           "What?“ You questioned.

           "Your lips are nice and swollen.” Hoseok chuckled. “And unless there’s a third mask here that’s going around kissing you, or I had an out of body experience and made out with you without remembering, that was the work of Jimin.”

           You blushed. “Is…that okay?”

           He smiled as he returned to signing papers, “I wish you were only mine, but seeing as how you’re enjoying yourself, I don’t mind.”

           "You realllyyy don’t mind?“ You were a bit annoyed at his nonchalant attitude, so your hands found its way to his leg as you moved closer.

           His eyes were back on you curiously as you closed the distance.

           "Do you want me to be honest?” He questioned.

           You nodded and immediately, his hand grabbed yours to stop you from rubbing his leg to drive him crazy.

           "I want you to myself so bad that I feel like I’m going to go crazy when I don’t see you near me.“ He confessed. "Because when you’re gone, I know it’s not me touching you.”

           Your breath hitched at his words and immediately, you latched yourself onto his neck. You memorized the spot that he loved and his grip on your hand loosened, allowing you to trace his thighs as you climbed on him. He moaned as your tongue worked his sensitive spot.

           "You really are J-Hope.“ You breathed into your neck.

           "Disappointed?” he questioned.

           You stared at him in contemplation. “I’m not sure yet.”

           Then you leaned down and shared a gentle kiss that soon turned more passionate. His hands found your hips and your knee propped his legs open as you pressed up against him. You caught the way his forearms tensed as he held you steady.

           "There are no more rules.“ Your voice echoed in the conference room and you saw his face darken with the implication.

           He captured your lips and his hand found its way to the zipper of your pencil skirt.

           "May I?” he whispered on your lips.

           You gave him a firm nod before kissing him again. Soon, you straddled him freely without the restraints of your skirt and he traced the curves of your ass with his cold hands.

           "Shit your hands are always freezing.“ You cursed.

           He laughed. "Sorry.”

           Then he unbuttoned your shirt and playfully cupped your breasts for warmth. “Ahh…much better.”

           You visibly shivered from the temperature change and glared at him, but he soon thumbed both of your nipples to appease you. You groaned with pleasure as he trailed kisses down your exposed neck, your shirt hanging off you loosely.

           "We should lock the door.“ he whispered.

           "I already did.” You smirked triumphantly.

           He chuckled as he pressed his lips onto your shoulder, “You sly woman.”

           You were squirming under him as he skillfully toyed with your breasts. Your eyes were closed with pleasure and you felt yourself heating up. You knew he was watching you and you prayed you weren’t making awkward faces as he did so. You were so lost in the feeling of his hands on your sensitive buds and the fact that he was studying you as literally melted under his touch turned you on more.

           "You’re so beautiful.“ He muttered and you exhaled at the loss of contact when he pulled his hands away. But then, you felt him tenderly pulling down the straps of your bra as he gazed at your face. Your eyes fluttered open and stared back at him. In a flash, he pulled down your bra and the cold air of the conference room hit your already hard nipples. You inhaled sharply but it soon turned into a groan as you felt his mouth cover one breast and his hand massage the other.

           "Oh my god.” You whined. “Keep going.”

           Encouraged, Hoseok flicked his tongue out against your nipple and you pulled his head forward, needing more of him, needing him to continue, needing him.  

           "More.“ You begged. "Faster.”

           Hoseok obliged and began hurriedly swirling his tongue as you began rocking your hips against him. He moaned and the vibration ran straight to your need. He switched breasts and while one was in his mouth, the other was being rolled between his fingers, flicked, and rubbed. It was driving you insane.

           "I need you to touch me.“ You blurted.

           He sucked on your nipple loudly before glancing up at you. "Are you sure?”

           "Yes. Fuck, please.“ You breathed, clearly disheveled.

           He smiled and fixed your hair. "If you insist.”

           Then he went back to licking your more sensitive nipple while his hand traveled up your thigh. You were breathless with anticipation as his hands finally made it to your center. His fingers ghosted over your dampness and you rocked forward to make contact, knowing he was hesitant.

           He chuckled as he began stroking you with his fingers expertly while you pressed sloppy kisses on his lips and onto his neck.

           "You’re a mess.“ he teased.

           "Shut up.” You breathed. “You’re going to be a mess after me.”

           "Oh really?“ His lips curled up as his fingers quickened against your dripping underwear. Your mind went blank and you began breathing heavily, pressing your forehead on his shoulder as his fingers played with you. He smiled and kissed your neck sweetly.

           "I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

           You nodded as you locked lips with him while his free hand added a new wave of pleasure to your already heightening one by returning to your nipple. You screamed and his mouth covered yours in a passionate kiss to drown out your noises, as he led you to your orgasm just simply with his fingers and his mouth on your neck and lips alternatively. You limply lay in his arms, trying to catch your breath. He pulled your bra back to its original place and buttoned your shirt. Tapping your hip, he urged you to slip back into your skirt which you obeyed, since he did all the work and you just had to put your legs into it. Sighing with an amused smile on his face, he wrapped his arms around you lovingly.

           "Good?“

           You nodded as you rested your head against his shoulders. You felt like a large baby in his embrace but it helped calm you down. He kissed your temple.

           "Let’s get to work then.”

           He leaned over to continue his paperwork while you stayed on his lap. As he was focused, you took the time to study his face. It still felt surreal to you that both him and Jimin were doing this with you. You weren’t sure when exactly you were going to wake up from a dream as good as this one.

           "Take a picture. It lasts longer.“ he rolled his eyes and you chuckled.

           "I see Hoseok is back.”

           He tapped his pen on paper in front of him. “This needs to be worded better.”

           You took a look at it and hummed. Then you grabbed the pen from his grasp but he pulled it away.

           "Noo. You never give me my pens back!“

           "I’m right here!” You argued as you smacked his leg. “You’ll literally see my every move with it.”

           He sighed and you swiped it from his grip as you began writing in your edits.


           The days following were every bit as breath-taking. You had no idea there were so many places you could fool around in in the office. You found yourself being dragged or ambushed at random times throughout the day. Not that you minded because they were very, very welcomed surprises. Yet, there was still a gnawing feeling in the back of your mind that something was off though. The more you got involved with Jimin and Hoseok, the more you got lost in the fantasy, and the more you wondered who they really were.


           Jimin locked the door as he found you in the copy room. No one ever went there other than you because most people had printers at their desks to print multiple copies. However, you needed to scan and print signed documents for safe keeping, so you were there often. You spun around curiously, but was immediately pushed back into the copy machine. Instinctively, knowing you had limited time, your hands unbuttoned Jimin’s pants as he groaned. He sucked on your neck and you hissed.

           "You can’t give me a mark here.“

           He hummed as he pulled down your tank top and began giving you a hickey right on the top of your boob. You breathed as you palmed him, thumbing the head of his cock through his boxers.

           "How much time do we have until someone notices we’re gone?” Jimin whined.

           "Maybe a minute or two?“ You whispered. "Maybe more?”

           He contemplated then murmured. “I need you.”

           Your eyes widened. “But what if you finish…”

           "I have an extra pair of boxers.“ he winked. "And I’m always fine going commando.”

           "But…“

           He squeezed your butt and bit your lip, stopping you before you could say anything.

           "I need you on your knees for me.” Jimin whispered against your lips and you felt your legs give way.

           You kissed his lips then worked down his neck as he writhed under your touch.

           "Y/N. I need you NOW.“ he growled.

           You hummed and found yourself kneeling in front of his bulge. Smirking, you continued to palm him as you watched his cock twitch under your touch. You glanced up and his face was contorted in undeniable pleasure. He bit his lip sensually, biting back a groan, and soon you leaned forward and pressed your lips onto the fabric of his boxers. He whimpered and you smiled, feeling empowered that you, for once, were making him come undone. You licked his length as your fingers rubbed the head of his cock.

           "Fuck.” he cursed and you found yourself slipping your tongue through the hole in his boxers to touch his unclothed dick.

           He reeled his head back.

           "Do that again babygirl.“ he moaned and you flicked your tongue out again.

           "Take my cock in your mouth.” he instructed and you traced his length with your tongue.

           Then you pulled back and through his boxers, began licking the slit of cock as you pumped him. He hissed as the friction was both painful and inviting, but he stuck his own hands in his pants to speed up the process.

           "Turn around for me, on all fours.“ he demanded.

           You did so and soon found his clothed hardness ramming against your ass while you moaned.

           "Shhh baby girl.” He hummed mischievously. “Someone will catch us if you’re too loud.”

           You rolled your ass onto him and he slapped it as he groaned. Your heart was racing as his noises began getting louder. You soon lost contact but you didn’t dare turn around without his permission. Suddenly, you were pulled back by your shirt and he lay on the floor, his hands pumping his free cock in front of you.

           "Come here baby girl.“ he moaned as he continued pleasing himself while his eyes raked your body.

           You crawled over to him and he licked his lip, panting.

           "Take your top off.” he instructed.

           You pulled off your blazer and tank top. With his free hand, he unclipped your bra and immediately latched his mouth onto you. You let out a loud groan and he began bucking his hips up wildly as you continued to say slurs mixed with drawn out moans at the feeling of his mouth on your nipple.

           "Fuck.“ he pushed you off of him and sat up, close to coming.

           You bit your lip and wrapped your arms behind him, covering his hands with your own, moving it at the same pace.

           "Imagine it’s me.” You whispered and the image sent him over the edge. Guiding his hands, you pumped him through his high as you bit into his neck to suppress your own growing desire at what you were witnessing.

           Hurriedly, you dressed yourself and found a box of tissues to hand to him. He cleaned himself up while you continued copying files, your heart racing.

           "Turned on?“ he growled as he nibbled at your earlobe.

           You blushed.

           "That was hott.” he whispered. “Let’s hope next time it’ll be your hands on my cock so you could feel it yourself.”

           You shivered and soon found yourself alone in the room.

           "Oh my god.“ You exhaled in awe as you pulled back your hair, to ventilate your warm and sweating body.


           "Y/N!” Jimin giggled brightly as he greeted you first thing in the morning.

           You grinned but you now could pinpoint the way his eyes turned dark and sensual for a split second before he was beaming innocently again. You swallowed hard at the thoughts that probably flittered through his mind in that second but you shook your head, erasing those thoughts away.

           And without fail, Hoseok would smirk as he walked in and make fun of you as he usually did.

           "You’re such a slob Y/N.“

           "Wow, look who’s early for once.”

           "What’re you wearing, an alligator on your feet?“

           It always made you wonder if he meant it or not. But when you entered the office and they both vied to be your first good morning kiss, you immediately forgot all of those thoughts.


           Everything escalated quickly at the beginning of the following week. It started with a video conference to the Corporate Head to go over the statistics of the branch, now that Jimin and Hoseok had been working together for a little over a month already. You sat in the middle of them, since the CEO wanted you present to make sure the two weren’t fabricating things.

           "Has it been a month and a half already?” You commented in awe.

           Jimin grinned, “Crazy isn’t it?”

           "Yeah. Wow.“ You flipped through the notes you made and distributed them.

           "You’ve been fooling around with two of the hottest guys in this city for that long.” Jimin smirked and you blushed.

           "Hey, hey.“ Hoseok warned. "No cheap tricks during this conference.”

           "I don’t know what you’re talking about.“ Jimin shrugged unconvincingly.

           Hoseok took off his jacket and covered your exposed legs. "Everything with skin tempts him.”

           You chuckled.

           "Shut up Hoseok. I don’t feel the need to ram my dick into you.“ Jimin claimed.

           "No?” Hoseok’s lips curled up. “I’m pretty sure in college you asked me if I was interested in experimenting.”

           Jimin’s eyes flitted to you curiously. “What about you, Y/N?”

           "What?“ You blinked.

           Hoseok rubbed your arm comfortingly then instructed. "Stay on your toes or one of us gets fired.”

           You nodded while Jimin snorted nonchalantly.

           "I’m charming as hell. Don’t worry.“

           Hoseok rolled his eyes then a video call appeared. Immediately, Hoseok turned serious and Jimin flashed his brightest smile. You felt yourself shiver at the quick change. But then you sat up straighter as the CEO’s face appeared on the screen.

           Everything was going smoothly. You and Hoseok did most of the talking while Jimin laughed, agreed, and threw in a joke or two. While Hoseok was discussing something with the CEO, you felt Hoseok’s jacket slip off your leg and a warm hand lay on your thigh instead. You gulped, knowing it was Jimin’s. But you couldn’t make it seem as if something was wrong and distract Hoseok or make the CEO question you two. So you tried to keep a straight face as your heart rammed into your chest. His hands were tracing circles in your inner thighs and instinctively, your legs spread apart slightly, allowing him to travel closer to your growing wetness. Heat pooled into your lower stomach as his fingers caressed the creased between your thighs and hip bone playfully.

           Suddenly, you felt another hand on your other leg and your eyes widened as Hoseok slipped underneath your skirt too. He and Jimin continued talking calmly while you were trying not to panic or let out a groan. Hoseok was trying to push Jimin’s hand away from you but Jimin fought back by gripping onto your skin. You shifted uncomfortably and exhaled slowly. You felt Hoseok tense while Jimin smiled at the sound. Soon, you gripped the end of your chair as you felt both of their fingers stroking you; you were going to explode in a matter of time. To keep your sanity and your face in front of your CEO, you gripped their hands and pried them off of you, despite your body’s protests.

           "CEO, I actually have a few more things I need to finish by myself.” You emphasized knowing that their dark eyes were on you at the implication. “Please excuse me.”
           "Yes of course. Thanks for your time.“ The CEO bowed and you hurried out of the room, trying to figure out which room you should go into in order to release the growing urge inside you.

           Suddenly, you were pulled into one of the filing closets and immediately, you crashed your lips into his.

           "There’s no way I’m going to let a lady finish what I started.” Hoseok whispered as you pulled his hips closer to you. “I want to please you.”

           You growled at his statement and attacked his upper lip, swirling your tongue on that lip mole that you could stare at all day long. He breathed heavily and lifted you up easily. Wrapping your legs around him, he carried you to the nearest surface while you plastered his neck with kisses, licks, love bites, and moans. Luckily, there was small table in the corner of the room and as soon as you were settled on top of it, his hands traveled underneath your skirt. You wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss as he began rubbing your clit through your soaked panties.

           "I need someone down there, Hoseok.“ You whimpered and he bit your lip, feeling completely turned on by your begging.

           "As you wish.” He spread your legs and pushed your skirt up higher on your thighs.

           He exhaled and closed his eyes, and you blushed, embarrassed.

           "Fuck. You’re so wet.“ He licked his lips hungrily and glanced up at you. You felt a new wave of juices flood your underwear at the way he looked at you. Your breath hitched as you watched him lean closer, his breath ghosting over your core now. He pressed his lips into you and you immediately moaned. He placed his lips at a different spot and had you squirming with desire. As if understanding, he flicked his tongue out and you groaned, gripping the table to control your body. Suddenly, the door knob turned but Hoseok’s tongue continued to lick stripes up and down you.

           "Hoseok.” You hissed.

           "Don’t worry.“ he hummed as he pressed a kiss onto your folds again. You carded your hands through his hair, no longer caring if someone walked in on you two. This feeling was indescribable and you didn’t want him to stop.

           Your eyes widened as Jimin slipped into the room, looking a bit angry at first. Yet when he spotted you and Hoseok, his eyes became lidded.

           "Holy shit.” he growled, locking the door, and rushing to crash his lips onto yours.

           "Mmm.“ You moaned as Hoseok’s tongue quickened its pace on your clit. You were practically dripping at this point.

           Jimin stuck his tongue into your mouth and slipped his hands into your shirt. You were trying to register exactly what was happening but your core was throbbing. You needed more. You wanted more.

           As if both them heard your thoughts, Jimin ripped your shirt open and began sucking on your nipple while Hoseok pulled your underwear to the side and licked you clean, no fabric stopping either of you from feeling each other.

           "Oh my god.” You exhaled as you rocked your hips forward, needing Hoseok’s tongue, needing Jimin’s tongue as you were getting close to your orgasm.

           Hoseok gripped your thigh as he pulled your underwear off and began flicking his tongue into you, licking and sucking you clean.

           "Faster.“ You moaned and Hoseok obliged, meeting your hips with his mouth as you bucked into his tongue needily.

           Jimin, not wanting to miss out on the fun, continued to play with your nipple with his tongue and fingers. But hearing your breathiness and feeling your breasts bounce as you rocked into Hoseok’s face, he wanted to put you over the edge. His free hand slipped down your skirt and began thumbing over your clit as Hoseok’s tongue worked you.

           "OH MY G—.” You screamed but Jimin’s tongue was in yours, immediately swallowing all of your heavy breathing and sounds. In no time, his hands and Hoseok’s tongue had you seeing stars and coming undone in front of both of them. 

           They both smirked smugly as you fell into Jimin’s shoulder weakly. Hoseok tossed Jimin your underwear, which just so happened to be red.

           "Wow.“ Jimin grinned. "Lovin’ the color.”

           You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t find your words. Hoseok caressed your face and you pressed your cheek into his cold palm, welcoming the refreshing temperature. He laughed as he placed his hands on your neck, trying to cool down your body.

           "You both suck.“ You hissed. "I can’t believe you would finger me in front of the CEO and then attack me at the same time.”

           Jimin and Hoseok chuckled.

           "But did you hate it?“ Jimin teased.

           "Would you suck his dick if I said I’d want to do it again?” You bantered.

           Jimin glanced at Hoseok whose eyes widened at the question. He shrugged and nodded.

           "Yeah, I’d suck his dick.“

           "Hell no.” Hoseok backed away. “I knew it! Get away from me!”

           "He knew it?“ You questioned.

           "I liked to take a peek in the bathroom during college.” Jimin giggled then wiggled his eyebrows. “It is WOW.”

           Hoseok blushed and got flustered. “Don’t say that!”

           "Well I did feel it.“ You smirked and wriggled your fingers. "Pretty impressive.”

           "Definitely would suck that.“ Jimin nodded firmly.

           "Both of you shut up about my dick.” Hoseok commanded as he pulled your shirt back onto you while Jimin continued to examine your underwear.

           "Jimin, give it back.“ You reached out nervously.

           His lips curled up. "It’d be sexy if you went commando ~”

           "One orgasm is fine for today, thanks.“ You snatched it from him and defiantly put it on, fixing your skirt afterwards. It felt grossly damp, but it wasn’t like you had a spare. Though, you should’ve learned by now to bring one.

           "I was going to say. I bought you a pair.” Jimin pulled a black thong out of his pocket. “Since it seems uncomfortable to walk around in wet underwear. Hey that rhymed!”

           “Yeah, you should quit and be a rapper.” Hoseok commented dryly. 

           Jimin glared at him, not appreciating his sass.

           Blushing, you grabbed the black thong from him and started to put it on as they watched you.

           "Well, don’t look!” You hissed and they both turned their backs to you.

           But Jimin soon turned his head and you glared at him knowingly, not having budged from your position. Hoseok flung his arms around his friend’s shoulders to give you privacy. You exhaled after slipping it on, a lot more comfortable with a new pair of panties.

           You turned around and smiled as the two of them were pinching and smacking each other merrily.


           One night, you and Hoseok had to work overtime because of a big project that you both had been running for months prior to Jimin’s arrival. You ended up joining him in his office since he didn’t want you by yourself outside in your cubicle. You sat in Jimin’s table and glanced over at him working diligently. You did your work, but every so often, your eyes flickered over to him.

           "What is it?“ he questioned. "You’ve been staring for a while.”

           "Um…“ You pursed your lips. "Aren’t you going to Club Masquerade tonight?”

           Hoseok chuckled and glanced up, “Is that what you’re worried about?”

           "No…I was just curious. Do you like have to cancel your clients or something?“

           He shook his head, "If the clients want to cancel because I’m not there then that’s fine, but if they still want to come in, there are other gentleman hosts that cover for me.”

           "Ah.“ You nodded. "So you’ve been working there since you’ve been here?”

           "Mmm…“ he pondered. "No. I was here a few years before Jimin found the job for us.”

           "But you both had one already…why?“

           Hoseok shrugged, "It was fun. A stress reliever. Much like why you and the other clients come.”

           You nodded slowly then returned to your papers. But you put your pen down and blurted out, “But when you and Jimin had girlfriends, did you still work there?”

           Hoseok laughed and leaned back in his chair. “We never had girlfriends while we worked there. Why’re you curious about our lives?”

           "I don’t know… I’ve always been curious about you both.“ You mumbled.

           Hoseok frowned, "You know you’ll have to choose just one of us.”

           "Huh?“

           "Jimin might be up for it, but I’m not into poly-relationships.” he stated curtly. “So don’t get involved in our personal lives.”

           "Pfft.“ You scoffed, pink dusting your cheeks. "Like I like either one of you like that.”

           "Oh?“ Hoseok smirked. "I’m pretty sure you admitted to having the hotts for Jimin, and the way you giggle and smile around him is a whole new level.”

           You turned red and stared down at your paperwork. Hoseok snorted and went back to his work as well.

           You were so concentrated that you didn’t hear Hoseok leave his desk and walk over to you. Not until you felt him trailing kisses down your neck tenderly. All the tension that had been built up from being hunched over a desk all day melted away. Slowly, he pulled your blazer off and continued kissing you from shoulder to shoulder. You stood up and pushed him gently against Jimin’s bookcase. He gazed down at you and you planted a soft kiss on his lips. You stared at each other for a few seconds, before your lips connected again. He traced pictures onto your skin as you pressed into him.

           "Hoseok. J-Hope… whoever you are…“ You muttered into his mouth as you leaned down to kiss him again but you felt him freeze.

           "What’s wrong?” You looked up at him worriedly as he glanced at you.

           He shook his head, “I can’t do this anymore, Y/N.”

           "What?“ You furrowed your brow.

           "I’m done with this proposition.” He stated as he covered your shoulders with your blazer considerately.

           "Did I do something wrong?“

           "No.” Hoseok chuckled. “You didn’t do anything.”

           "Then…why?“ You questioned.

           He smiled at you as he gathered his papers. "Get home safely, Y/N.”

           With that, he disappeared, leaving you in the middle of his office all alone. You were flabbergasted.

           What just happened?


           The next day, you approached Hoseok but he didn’t even glance your way. Jimin looked at you for an answer but you shrugged. He smiled and patted your head then marched into the office after his friend. You sat at your desk and waited for Hoseok to call you in, but it never came. You knocked and entered the office. Both of them had piles of papers on their desks when you peeked in.

           "Oh come in, Y/N!“ Jimin grinned.

           "Did you need anything from me? Is there any finished paperwork that I should scan?”

           "Here.“ Hoseok tapped a stack at the corner of the desk.

           You grabbed it quietly, not used to him being so compliant. Glancing over at Jimin, he smiled and shrugged. With a bow, you left the office.


           A little later, Jimin pulled you into and cornered you in the cleaning closet. When things were getting really heated, he pulled back, smirking.

           "Should we cancel it?” he whispered and you glanced up at him.

           "What?“

           "It’s no fun when someone drops out of it, right?”

           You looked down, contemplating.

           "And don’t feel too bad.“ Jimin chuckled. "We had our own little bet about Silver.”

           "What?!“

           "This whole rivalry started because of a bet.” he shrugged. “So don’t feel bad that you couldn’t choose someone.”

           "This was some bet?“ You barked.

           Jimin stepped back with his hands up. "Don’t kill the messenger. Whoever you chose had gloating rights about being the best host is all. Nothing bad.”

           You exhaled, exasperated. “So this was just really a game for both of you. Even after the fact that you knew it was me.”

           Jimin studied you intently and you breathed, trying to compose yourself. After a few minutes of fighting back tears, you nodded.

           "Yes. Fine. Let’s call it off.“

           Jimin nodded and before he could say anything, you burst out of the closet. You planted yourself back in your desk and stared daggers at the silhouette of Hoseok pacing in his room. Jimin soon arrived back in the office, cracking jokes and giggling with your co-workers. You were flustered at how both of them could act like none of it happened, while you were seething and ticked off. Finally, you jumped out of your seat and stormed into Hoseok’s office.

           "So this was just a game for both of you?” You roared.

           "Pretty much.“ Hoseok nonchalantly answered, not bothering to look up at you as he scribbled notes.

           ” And you didn’t have the decency to tell me?“

           "Well you still got something valuable out of it so I don’t see a problem.”

           "So all those words and actions was just all for gloating rights?“ You breathed. "Even when you knew it was me?”

           Hoseok looked up at you coldly. “Y/N. I don’t know why you’re getting worked up. It wasn’t like either of us were going to be your boyfriend or anything.”

           "You just pretended to care and be a gentleman. But in reality, you’re a dick. You’re the actual worst.“ You spat out.

           "It’s my job Y/N. And here you are pretending that you’re all innocent –”

           "I never pretended Hoseok. I may have been ignorant, yes. But I was never not myself.“

           "I’ve never pretended either.”

           "Bullshit.“ You storm away. "Go back to fucking people.”

           Hoseok scoffed. “You know I will! So go back to your precious Red Mask!”

           "I will!“ You screamed. "No one even likes you! They just want to use you to make themselves feel loved!”

           With that, you slammed the door, surprising your co-workers. Jimin started walking over to you and you glared at him.

           "Don’t.“ You warned him and he backed off knowingly.

           You grabbed your things and hurried out of the office for the day.


           The next morning, Jimin was at your desk with a coffee in hand. You glanced up at him and a gentle smile was on his face.

           "I’m really sorry if we hurt you.” he apologized. “You left before I could explain things.”

           "Like what? How you both played with me?“

           "I wanted to cut it off so we can actually start fresh.” He admitted.

           "What?“ You mumbled.

           "I want to start again.” He handed you the coffee. “We were getting to know each other even before you found out I was Red. I thought we had some chemistry even before the fiasco.” He chuckled. “I think the whole physical thing got in the way of that.”

           You stared at him in awe and he grabbed your hand, placing the coffee cup into your hold.

           "And for the record, you agreed to do it.“ Jimin stated seriously. "We didn’t force you into anything.”

           "I know.“ You muttered.

           He pinched your cheek. "So yes? To starting over again?”

           You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”

           "Perfect.“ He winked and headed into his office.

           You sipped on your coffee, a little less angry. Jimin did have a point. You had taken the risk when you agreed to it. None of them forced you into the bet. In fact, they gave you plenty of chances to end it. And no one told you to get attached or to assume something more than physicality would come out of it. You exhaled then perked up when Hoseok arrived at the office. But he passed by you wordlessly once again.

           You looked around and even your co-workers were surprised that he had no snide remark to greet you with.

           "Maybe it’s another off morning for him?” your cubicle neighbor whispered.

           You nodded worriedly. Had your words been too harsh yesterday? Hopefully he just needed time to cool off.


           But the days following were filled with the continued cold shoulder from Hoseok. Fortunately though, you and Jimin became particularly close in that span of time. Since you knew his secret, he felt unburdened whenever he was around you. He spoke freely and made dirty jokes when you two were alone. You had lunch together almost every day and all your co-workers were complaining at how adorable you two looked together. You quite enjoyed the attention.

           "Hey, hey ~ I’ve come to collect our rooftop lunch.“ Jimin appeared in front of your desk at noon on the dot.

           You grinned as your workers stared with envy. "I have to buy lunch first…”

           "I’ll accompany you, no worries. You can’t get out of having lunch with me.“ he laughed.

           "I wouldn’t dream of it.” You grabbed your wallet and walked out with him.


           But things just weren’t the same anymore. Every time you passed the conference room or every time you were copying files, flashes of what you did there came back into your mind. You stared at your resignation letter one day as you contemplated handing it to Hoseok and Jimin before you left for the weekend. But soon it was ripped out of your hand and you gasped as you found Jimin in possession of it. He sat at the front of the copy machine as he read it. But contrary to your imagined reaction, he grinned widely.

           "Does this mean you’ll just be a regular friend now?“

           You chuckled at his response as he approached you. “I guess it does.”

           "Then what do you say you let me have you one more time before you disappear?” He whispered into your ear seductively.

           You locked eyes with him, in deep thought.


           "Back again, huh?“ the Club Masquerade receptionist greeted you brightly.

           You laughed and bowed.

           "You know the way.” she smiled.

           Your feet took you to the room that Jimin had told you to go to with no hesitation.


           "Oh. Chims your girl is waiting for you.“ the receptionist called out as Jimin slid onto her table.

           "Awesome.” He grabbed a mint from her desk and popped it into his mouth.

           "And J-Hope yours is waiting for you too.“ 

           She glared at Jimin then smiled at Hoseok who adjusted his mask and nodded.

           "Gotcha.”

           "Both of you, don’t cause me any trouble today.“ The receptionist rolled her eyes.

           "When am I ever trouble?” J-Hope laughed. “It’s that man.”

           "Ladies like trouble.“ Chims smirked.

           "Go! Both of you! Your clients are waiting!” she shooed them away from her desk.


           The doorknob turned and you sat up expectantly, fixing your mask giddily. Hoseok entered the room swiftly, distracted as he was hurriedly buttoning up his cuffs.

           "Sorry I’m a little late. The traffic was a bit …“ He finally glanced up, recognizing you immediately.

           "Oh.” he stated flatly. “Must be the wrong room. I’ll go grab Chims…”

           But before he took another step, you hooked your leg around his to stop him. Hoseok glanced down as you circled him, your hands roaming across his chest.

           "What’re you doing?“

           "So both of us have been assholes to each other.” You mumbled as you stopped in front of him.

           He stared at you, trying to figure out what you were doing.

           "So I’m going to be straight with you.“

           He raised a brow to urge you to get to the point.

           "Which do you like… work Y/N or masquerade Y/N?” You fiddled with his tie.

           "Why does that matter?“ he curtly questioned.

           "Because… ” You smirked as your hands reached out and slowly removed his mask.


           “Yeah, so I think I’m going to choose Black Mask.” You giggled into the phone.

           "REALLY? I swore you would go for Red Mask!“ Your friend yelled.

           "I don’t know.” You exhaled. “Black Mask just makes me feel good…as a person too, yknow? Like he doesn’t just want to please me…he genuinely wants me to learn about myself. Plus I just feel so safe to initiate and try new things with him. Red Mask makes me feel so obedient and it’s thrilling, yes, but I feel like it’s more of warfare and competition with him. But Black Mask, he’s both gentle and considerate, with an edge.”

           "Okay girl.“ Your friend laughed. "You’ve totally got the hotts for Black Mask.”

           "I do not!“ You squealed.

           "You were totally just like ‘oh my gosh he makes me feel loved and like a natural womannn’.” Your friend mimicked.

           "Oh shut up!“

           "But what’s happening with that boss that you had a crush on?”

           “Oh I’m not sure…”


           "Y/N. This is Mr. Jung. Mr. Jung, this is your new secretary, Y/N.“

           "Pleased to meet you.” You smiled and he shook your hand happily.

           "Pleasure is mine, Y/N.“

           You stared through the blinds at his silhouette dreamily.

           "Y/N!” He called you over and you hurriedly fixed up your hair and clothes then scurried to his office.

           "Yes, Mr. Jung?“ You smiled.

           "I need a bit of help here.”

           "Oh let me show you.“ You grinned as you fixed something on his computer.

           "Oh wow. You’re great. Thanks!”

 

           But he didn’t show much interest in you past the subtle compliments, and you lost hope that he even saw you as more than his secretary after a few months. You left it as an unrequited crush and began trying to see other people.

           "Guys, this is my boyfriend.“ You introduced one day to your co-workers excitedly.

           Soon after, Hoseok began picking fights with you and your signature bickering ensued for years after.


           When you realized Black Mask was Hoseok out of all people, you thought you were going to go crazy. How could you tell your boss that seemed to LOATHE the very ground you walked on that you liked how he whispered sweetly to you and made you feel loved in all aspects? Whenever he held you as Hoseok, you prayed that he had truly fallen in love with you.

           But then later on, the fact that he wasn’t even interested in the bet anymore seemed to indicate that he lost any motivation and it hurt to think that he didn’t feel attracted to you enough to continue. It made you angry. You felt like he had toyed with your feelings, given you hope, only to laugh in your face and rip it away.

           You groaned and slumped your head down onto your desk. Yes, you had had a secret crush on your boss for years, but you stifled that long ago when he eradicated any hope of reciprocating your feelings by constantly taunting, teasing, and fighting with you.

           You never wanted to admit it, but you loved when he argued with you. It made you feel special considering he paid no attention to anyone else. You thought you were insane and your friends begged you to move on from this unhealthy crush, but you couldn’t. That was until Jimin came into your life. You hoped and prayed that he would change your heart. He was sweet, charming, and handsome. What was not to love? You had wished that he was Black Mask so your decision would be finalized because at least, he showed some sort of interest in you with his obvious flirting.

           But fate had other plans.


[A few hours earlier]

           "Then what do you say you let me have you one more time before you disappear?” Jimin whispered into your ear seductively.

           You locked eyes with him, in deep thought.

           Then he muttered, “Do you wanna know a secret?”

           You nodded, intrigued.

           "Then follow me to my office after a bit.“

           Jimin soon disappeared and you walked to the office, taking note that everyone had already left for the day.

           "Okay Hoseok. Why’re you completely ignoring her?” Jimin exhaled as he entered the room, leaving the door slightly ajar so you could listen in.

           "How could YOU go back to acting normally after all the things we did with her?“ Hoseok argued.

           "Dude, it was just a bet, she knows that. And she’s moved past it.”

           "But it wasn’t for me! As soon as I found out it was her, she wasn’t just another customer that I could fool around with!“ Hoseok yelled and your eyes widened in surprise.

           "You actually really like her.” Jimin mumbled.

           "Yes! I have for a while now, but I just can’t do anything right when I’m around her. So I just act like an asshole so she won’t figure out how I feel and partially because then she actually takes notice of me. She’s just also really adorable when she’s angry and arguing.“

           He laughed as he combed his hands through his hair.

           "She’s the one person I’ve felt most comfortable with all these years, but now I can’t even face her.”

           "Why?“

           "Because now I love her even more.” He breathed then glanced at Jimin. “And she likes you. And you…you’re a catch! You treated her properly as her boss, and maybe she likes aggressive types better after dark. Maybe I stood a chance with the mask on, but now that she knows it’s me, I know for sure she doesn’t feel like that about me. She doesn’t even know what to call me – she called me J-Hope or Hoseok or whatever a few days ago. And that just set me off. I couldn’t keep deluding myself into thinking that she would like me as me. She may have liked Black Mask J-Hope, but she would never go for 'Haughty Hoseok’.”

           Jimin shook his head, trying not to laugh. “Hoseok, no one calls you that. You’re the only one calling yourself that.”

           "Not with how I’ve treated her, Jimin.“ Hoseok continued without hearing his friend’s remark. "I don’t know…I really liked her as Black Mask and even more as Hoseok…but it’s probably hard to believe that I, as her asshole of a boss, have been head over heels in love with her all these years.”

           You gasped.

 

           "Y/N. What happened to your boyfriend?“ One of your co-workers asked.

           "Oh. I broke up with him. He was 'too nice’, y'know?” You stated offhandedly, but little did you know that Hoseok was listening in intently. He was excited you were single again, and took a mental note that you didn’t want a guy that was too nice. So he ended up expressing himself roughly after that day, and somehow, he ended up getting so used to it that he couldn’t be honest with you and open about his feelings for you anymore.


           "Please stop wearing those see through shirts. No one wants to see you in those!“ Hoseok yelled and stormed into his office.

           He mumbled to himself. "I’m going to go crazy if you show too much skin around here.”

           

           You stumbled forward and he caught you hurriedly.

           "Are you serious? I’m not going to pay for your injuries! Pay attention!“ he scolded then walked away.

           He covered his face with his hands, his heart racing. "Dammit. She needs to be careful. I almost had a heart attack. I thought she was going to get hurt!”

 

           Your heart fluttered and you bit your lip to suppress the squeal that was surfacing. All this time, you both had been worried that neither of you felt the same way. You had been dancing around each other for so long.

           After a few minutes, Jimin emerged, grinning expectantly.

           "Jimin…“ You smiled, gratefully.

           "Well you won’t be needing this, right?” He ripped up your resignation letter. Then he winked at you, “But I can still pencil you in for later?”

           You laughed, and he ruffled your hair.

           "He’s a handful, especially when trying to get him to open up, but he is honestly the best guy, trust me.“

           "I know.” You blushed. “I’ve been with him for years.”

           Jimin patted your hip encouragingly.

           "Then you better go get him, Tiger. Same place, same time. You know how it goes.“  

            You laughed heartily with him.


[Present]

           "Which do you like… work Y/N or masquerade Y/N?” You fiddled with his tie.

           "Why does that matter?“ he curtly questioned.

           "Because… ” You smirked as your hands reached out and slowly removed his mask. “I like you both as J-Hope and Hoseok.”

           You stared at each other in silence. When he didn’t move away or refuse you, you gained confidence and closed the distance between your bodies.

           "So…“ You whispered as you hovered your lips over his. "What’re you going to do about it?”

           Gently, he lifted the mask off your face and chucked it to the side. You grinned as you saw tenderness in the way he looked at you.  

           "You sly woman.“ He pulled you flush against him by enveloping your waist. With his breath tickling your face, he commented. "For the record, just because I’m a gentleman doesn’t mean I can’t be rough with you.”

           "Thank goodness.“ You smirked as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "I kinda like it a little rough.”

           "I know.“ He chuckled as he finally captured your lips with his. You deepened the kiss as you tightened your hold on him happily. After a few minutes, he pressed his forehead onto yours, sighing contently.

           "What am I going to do with you?”

           Your fingers slowly began unbuttoning his shirt and you fluttered your eyes up at him seductively.

           "Hmm…I can think of a few things you can do with me.“ You bit your lip temptingly.

           Hoseok laughed and pushed you down into the couch gently as he climbed on top of you. You were seeing his complete face staring back at you in the very room where you two had first been intimate. Your lips curled up at the memory of how nervous you were just a month ago and how he had calmed you down so easily.

           "Well after we do what YOU want, how about we grab dinner?” He hovered his lips over yours as he spoke.

           "So dessert first?“ You chuckled.

           He smirked, "Yes. Dessert before…”

           He kissed you passionately and without warning, taking your breath away.

           "And after.“ He whispered.

           You pulled him down and crashed your lips onto his hungrily.

           "Perfect.”


           "Looks like I’ll be taking over the best host spot ~“ Jimin giggled as the receptionist looked at him inquisitively.

           "J-Hope just graduated Club Masquerade.” he sang as a matter-of-factly.

           "What? With who? Silver??“ the receptionist gasped.

           Jimin grabbed a mint from her table and sat on the edge.

           "Oh mannn.” she groaned. “He was our best gentleman persona!!”

           "I could be both.“ Jimin smirked confidently.

           "You can’t be both our best aggressor and best gentleman.” the receptionist rolled her eyes. “Or are you tryng to tire your dick out?”

           Jimin cracked up.

           "What about you?“ she questioned.

           "What about me?” he tilted his head, puzzled.

           "Aren’t you thinking of taking off the mask anytime soon too?“

           Jimin’s lips curled up mischievously as he spotted an attractive female walk past him; she had given him a flirtatious smile. He winked right back at her and continued to eye her figure as she walked away.

           "Never.” he hummed.

           The bell rang, signaling that someone had entered and immediately the two spun around, but Jimin was quicker to slide towards the wide-eyed young woman, clearly a newcomer. He flashed his most dashing grin as he recited,

           "Welcome to Club Masquerade, where we make your fantasies come true.“

           His expression darkened lustfully, and the new customer shivered visibly with excitement.

           "How can I please you today?”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

The Saga Continues… Masquerade II 

Or Else (Dean X Reader)

WEDIM - Day Seven

DEAN X READER

WORD COUNT: 2240

WARNINGS: Bit sad, angsty, swearing

Summary: Don’t find me or else. 


My hand shook as I wrote the letter. The demon on my shoulder just smiled and paced around behind me telling me exactly what to write and laughing when I began to cry.

               Dean,

I have to leave. I don’t love you, no have. I can’t carry on living this lie.

If you hate me, I understand. Don’t find me or else.

If I meet you again it will be way too soon. Tell Sam that I am very grateful for all that he did with Lilith and letting Lucifer out. He’s done the world a great service. I hope that you, Dean, will come to see that.

I’ve left my phones on the bed so you can’t call.

Y/n.

The demon read it, laughed and then handed it back.

“Very good, see I wasn’t that hard was it,” She sneered as she ran her hand through my hair. I sat very still, scared for my life. I’d done what she wanted to keep her from killing Dean but I did not trust her to not turn on me now.

“What do you want from me now?” I asked, trying my best to keep my voice calm but failing miserable.

“You? You’ve kept your end of the deal, but the problem is that I need some kind of result. Boss, ain’t going to be happy when he hears I’ve got neither Winchester downstairs will he?”

“So you’re going to kill me?”

“No, no, no!” The demon laughed. “Come on be original! I’ve got something way better planned for you missy,”

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Chris Jealousy LaSalle

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Title: Chris Jealousy LaSalle

Characters: LaSalle x Reader, Tony, McGee, Abby, Gibbs

Word count: 1,087

Warnings: Fluffish?

A/N: This was requested by @native-snowflake! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

It was no secret that you used to work with Gibbs in Washington D.C..  LaSalle knew that you used to rely on your old teammates here.  When Pride sent you and LaSalle up to D.C. to help Gibbs, he was more than happy to oblige, especially since he was going with you.  Pride knew that he could count on you and LaSalle.  The two of you were a power couple; almost nothing could stop the two of you.

“Are ya excited to see your team again [Y/N],” LaSalle asked as he drove down the road, getting closer to D.C.’s NCIS headquarters.  “Ah know it’s been a few years since ya’ve seen ‘em.”

“I’m sure everyone will be as glad to see me as much as I’ll be glad to see them,” you smiled.  “I can’t wait to introduce you to Abby.  She’s going to go crazy when I tell her you’re my boyfriend.”

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anonymous asked:

first time with jungkook? both of you an idol and you're younger than him! fluff smut pls?

First time:

“Baby are you still coming over later?” Jungkook asked you as he leaned his forehead against yours. Both of you were on Music Core tonight and to make things better you were going head to head for best song of the week. You nodded your head smiling brightly at your boyfriend of five months. 

“I wouldn’t miss spending time with my oppa.” You said sweetly pecking his nose. Jungkook felt his heart jump at your confession but since you were younger and shorter then him he had to tease you. 

“I hope you feel that way even when we win.” He said eyes sparkling. 

“Yah! What makes you so sure you can beat us?” You asked him poking his ribs as he giggled backing you up against the wall sure that no one was around. 

“Because we’re Bangtan.” He said cockily before he winked. 

“Whatever. F.S.B are just as good.” You challenged looking him dead in the eyes.

“Ok. Fine. Since you think your so good let’s place a bet.” He said smirking when you paused.

“Fine.” You say sticking your nose in the air. “If I win you have to buy me food for a week and do my dorm chores!” You squealed happy at your answer and Jungkook nodded his head his eyes seeming to hold fire. 

“Ok jagi.. So sweet and innocent.. But as you know I’m a bad boy.. So when we win.. That virginity is mine..” He said grabbing your chin making you look at him. You blushed madly biting down on your bottom lip. You had been running from Jungkook every time he mentioned sex to you. You were scared because it was your first time. And though he only had sex with one other person you were still scared you wouldn’t be good enough. 

“Take it or leave it~” He coed sweetly watching you hoping you would say yes. He got tired of taking care of himself with his hand. He wanted- no he needed you. 

“Fine.” You said feeling brave. You weren’t one to turn down a bet no matter what it was. He smirked widely letting his dimples flash before he leaned down giving you a peck on the lips. 

“Good luck jagi..” He said his voice dropping an octave deeper before he left you standing there turned on and confused. 

You sighed walking back to your dressing room knowing your manager was waiting for you so you could get ready. He approved of the relationship and so did Bts manager so you guys always had time to see each other. But you were going on soon and you couldn’t be late. You got into the room changing clothes before going to perform with your girls. 

You stood on the stage nervous as ever as you guys waited for them to announce the winners. You had on a high waist black mini skirt with a white buttoned down shirt tucked in. You had on black suspenders with white lettering on them and your hair was in a ponytail with a bow at the top. You had on white pumps and you laughed on the inside at first hoping no one would catch on to what your managers did. 

Jungkook had on black denim jeans with a white button down shirt tucked in his pants and he had on black suspenders that had white lettering on it as well. He had on white converse his hair styled back in a wavy style and your heart fluttered at how good he looked. To make things better your friends wanted you to stand on the inside close to him and none of the boys in Bts had objections with him being by you. 

Everyone joked and laughed on stage and your face was red from the constant teasing. You knew people would know by the end of the night you two were a thing. Jungkook winked at you as the man opened the envelope to reveal the winner. 

“And your winner is.. BANGTAN!!” The crowd cheered wildly and so did Bts. You felt your insides churn but you cheered as well not being a poor sport. When their same ‘I need You’ came on you started to sing and play along with Jungkook. He walked around the stage with you back hugging you and you couldn’t help but smile widely at the cameras. It seems he didn’t care if people found out that you were his or not and that made you really happy.

When the show was over you told your manager where you would be going tonight and he raised an eyebrow nodding his head. He gave you a lecture about babies and sex and you whined cutely happy when the eldest of the group dragged you from the protective manager. You strapped in the car with them and you made your way down to the Bts dorms keeping your stage outfit on. 

Your heart beat heavily and hard in your chest and you panted at just thinking about what would come tonight. When you were there your friends wished you good luck and you replied with a shy ‘hwaiting’ and got out of the car. When you knocked on the door Suga opened it smiling widely at you. 

“Hello my little suga plum.” He coed ruffling your hair fucking up your ponytail.

“Oppa!” You whined glaring at him playfully as he hugged you.

“Ok now do I need to make ground rules?” He asked you.

“F-for what?” You asked feeling confused.

“It’ll just be you and Jungkook tonight. We all are going out to celebrate and he still can’t get into a club.” Suga said making half the boys in the house laugh as they came and greeted her. 

“No you don’t and get drunk for me~” Jungkook coed kissing your lips and pulling you into his arms as he watched his hyung leave. He had kept everything on except his socks and shoes as he waited for you and he was so happy that he convinced them to give you guys some hours alone. 

When the boys left Jungkook took your hand taking you into the kitchen. He wanted you to feel as relaxed as possible so he cooked and fed you before he led you to the shared room of him and Jimin. You guys cuddled up on his bed watching a TV show together just laughing and talking. You were rather ready for Jungkook but you waited patiently for him to make his move. 

Soon he was leaning in to kiss you pushing you softly on his back. You made a little moan unsure of how it sounded blushing as he slid himself between your legs. He braced hands on either side of your head and he broke the kiss to look at you. 

“Are you sure? Bet or not it’s your choice..” He said softly with care. He didn’t wanna rush you into anything.

“I’m ready to have you.. In all ways.” You said a light blush dusting your cheeks. 

Jungkook nodded his head leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss much deeper this time. He groaned softly at how thick and soft your lips was pressed against his. He stuck his tongue out to trace your bottom lip slowly asking for permission. When you opened your mouth he slid his tongue in softly flicking it against your pink muscle.

He leaned down taking your suspenders off of your shoulders before he pulled your shirt from your skirt unbuttoning it slowly. He let his tongue dance around yours a bit more as he got your shirt open before he let his tongue graze the roof of your mouth as he set you up taking your shirt completely off. 

He broke the kiss again to let you breathe as he leaned down sucking little hickies into your skin. Tomorrow you both had off so it was no harm in him marking you tonight. He palmed your breast softly through your bra as he searched for your sweet spot smirking against your skin when you let out another unsure moan. 

“Baby I love those noises. It’s only us don’t be shy.” He coaxed as he took your bra off throwing it on the floor on top of your shirt. He laid you back down kissing down the valley of your breast. Soon he was holding them pressed together his tongue circling your areola of both of your breast slowly enjoying your moans.

He took in your left nipple first biting and sucking on the bud marking it as his. He let his thumb glide slowly over the right one as he watched you a tremor of pleasure running down his spine. When he was satisfied with how hard your nipple was he changed sides doing the same to your other breast. He went to kiss down your body his hair nuzzling your stomach tickling you.

He pulled your skirt from your body dropping it to the floor and though you were shy you didn’t cover nothing from him. He smiled sweetly before he grabbed at your panties removing them completely. “Next time expect me to tease you more.. But right now this about you and I’m going to make sure you feel nothing but pleasure.” He said with a wink

He threw your legs over his head grabbing hard at your thighs as he let his tongue trail up and down your folds. He moaned out at how wet you were pushing his muscle against your clit flicking it. You gasped out softly tangling your hands in his hair already shaking from pleasure.

He let his tongue trail slowly down your slit before he was pushing it deep inside of your pussy moaning at how good you tasted sending vibrations up through your body. He gave slow licks at first getting you use to the feeling before he started to thrust his tongue harder and faster inside of your tight pussy. All your juices were dripping down on his chin and he buried his face inside of your pussy trying to make you see stars. But him being Jungkook he couldn’t have you cum without him.

He pulled away from you wiping his chin as he smiled kissing back up your body. “Undress me?” He asked softly and you nodded your head sitting up. 

You pushed his suspenders from his shoulders before you pulled his shirt out of his pants slowly unbuttoning it like he did you. When it was open your mouth got dry at the sight of his faint abs on his stomach and you vowed next time you would lick and suck on them. You pushed his shirt over his shoulders throwing it where your clothes was before you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. 

Jungkook smiled getting off the bed letting his boxers and pants go down the rest of the way before he was crawling back over you and you laid under him. He grabbed a condom from the night stand ripping it with his teeth and slid it onto his dick moaning slowly at the feeling of it. He positioned himself at your entrance and you spread your legs wide for him to give him access.

He grabbed your hands lacing his fingers with yours placing them beside your head as he slowly pushed into you holding your eye contact. You whined out in slight discomfort the feeling of being stretched so new to you. He was big and damn did it hurt but you would take this pain for him. He inched in slowly and you gritted your teeth holding on tighter to his hands. He finally buried himself all the way into you and waited for you to feel comfortable.

Jungkook was trying his hardest to not just pound into you because of how tight and good you felt. He felt tremor after tremor of pleasure rake down his spine and he panted out to keep himself from hurting you. When you rolled your hips back against his that was all it took for him to start moving.

He pulled out and started to thrust into you slowly moaning as he watched your face. Your eyes looking weakly at him and parted lips spilling moans for him. He loved seeing your face twist in pleasure because of him it feed his own pleasure. 

He started to pick up pace a bit as you placed the heels of your feet on his ass cheeks your legs around his waist. The bed slowly hit against the wall as he fucked you and he made sure to whisper and tell you how good you were doing and how good you felt to him. He gave you deep slow kisses as he ground and rocked his hips deep into you making sure you knew that he wasn’t fucking you he was making love to you. 

Soon he was searching for your spot. Slamming his hips hard and deep into you angling his thrust different. When you cried out for him to go faster he knew he found it form the change of pitch your moans had. 

You were in cloud nine under Jungkook after a while you couldn’t even moan to him to do anything because your words came out jumbled together mixed with his name. You started to drool a bit from your mouth hanging open and you couldn’t even help it as your eyes rolled back. You saw white and you felt a coil in your stomach. 

“J-J.. C-close..” You mumbled out shutting your eyes and he smirked continuing to thrust hard against that pleasured spot making the headboard slam into the wall. It took a few more thrusts of his dick and you were tightening your walls cumming for him. 

“JUNGKOOK!” You cried out in a surprised voice your eyes watering from how fucking good it felt. Jungkook knew when you tightened up around him. That he would be coming consider he was close with you. He threw his head back his face twisting up in pleasure eyebrows knitted together and mouth open as he spilled inside of the condom. 

He rode out both of your orgasms beads of sweat falling from both your bodies. Too soon for your liking he was pulling out of you throwing the condom and packet into the trashcan in the bathroom. He came back with a towel cleaning you up before he placed you under the covers on top of him.. He went to tell you he loved you as he rubbed his hands up and down your back but when he looked down you were fast asleep.

“Goodnight jagi.” He coed sweetly pressing a kiss on your forehead before he fell asleep as well.

  • Jason: You forget what I said yesterday?
  • Aaron: Did I see you yesterday? (louder) Stop begging me to kiss you.
  • Jason: You won't be kissing anyone if I cut your lips off, will ya? How will you and your boyfriend get on then?
  • Aaron: Oh, I don't know, I suppose we'll just have to have sex.
  • Jason: What do you think of it in here, then?
  • Aaron: Reminds me of your mum's house, stinks and it's full of fellas.
  • Jason: (laughs) Well, it's funny you should say that, cos this was your dad's charming little residence. Oh, you got nothing clever to say to that? Mm? Yeah, your pansy old man died in here. How about we make it a family tradition, boys, eh? (grabs Aaron and pushes him on the bed) This was where he slept. This bed right here. This was where he laid at night thinking about you. Remembering all the things you and got up to, I bet. Did you cry for him to stop? Mm? Or did you secretly want him to carry on? And then he climbed up on his bed and, then, right here, he was. (Pulls him up, makes him look up) Exactly where you're kneeling now. Are you praying, Livesy?
  • Aaron: That's not my name.
  • Jason: Ah, you can change it to what you like. It'll never change who you are. (lets him go) I reckon the last thought that went through his head, your dad, was 'It was worth it', cos he ruined you. (grabs him, pushes him down) Paedo Gordon would have benn proud of you. Look at the state of him. He's pathetic. You lads wait outside. I'll be out in a minute. (pulls him up again) I'm not gonna kill you. You're already dead.
What You Started.

Title: What You Started. 

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, unprotected sex, angst, fluff

Can I get a one shot where the reader is An actress and “doesn’t” like Sebastian because the first time they met he was an ass because he was getting into character. They fight on the daily until one day he follows her into trailer and they fuck. And he’s like I like you and she’s like your alright. Jokingly but tells him she likes him to. Just some angst some smut and some fluff. Please and thanks

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Sugarmuffin

“Hey sugarmuffin,” Rob’s voice sounded through the auditorium and you stopped answering the fan question mid sentence. Your face turned bright red as you saw Rob running through back of the room waving his hands at you, before disappearing through the side door.

You had known Rob for years but it hadn’t been until he had come back on the show, you had started dating. It was all still very new and exciting. You still turned into a giggling mess around him at times and you knew Rob loved making you blush, hence the silly nickname in public.

“Sugarmuffin?” Misha’s laughter tore you from your little trance and you instantly send your co-star and evil glare.

“You are just jealous you’re not dating God.” You winked at Misha, smiling proudly as the crowd began whistling and clapping.

“Careful Sugarmuffin it is my father you are talking about,” Misha retorted in his Castiel voice, making you laugh along with the fans.

“Well I guess that makes me your stepmom then, so you better behave or I will send you into time out,” You raised your eyebrow grinning at Misha, who instantly hung his head, much to the amusement of the crowd.  

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SHE’S MINE! (Denis Stoff Imagine)
{Requested by anon :3}

“Aaaaand CUT!!” I heard the director yell.
“Thank God.” I muttered, putting my costume back on as I got off the bed on the set.
You know even though I’ve been professionally acting for many years, I must admit that being an actress in a series like Game Of Thrones, well, let’s just say I’m not quite used to it yet. And by that I mean the sex scenes.
But of course I’m very good at hiding my awkwardness.
“Alright everyone! We’re done for today! Hope you all have a great weekend!”
Our director Miguel Sapochnik announced.
“(Y/N) you were fantastic as always my dear.” My best friend Emilia Clarke, who plays the beautiful Daenerys Targaryen in the show complimented as I was changing back into my regular clothes. These costumes could be a bit unbearable to have on.
“Awww thank you babes! You’re always far more amazing than me though.”
“Oh nonsense love.”
I giggled and smiled at her, she is honestly the most adorable woman you will ever meet, trust me. Emilia is like my woman crush. Although I do see her as my older sister more than anything really.

“Any plans for this weekend (Y/N)?” She asked.
“Well…” I bit my bottom lip, smirking like an idiot.
“Oh no what are you going to do missy?”
She questioned with a raised brow and a smile that made her cheekbones define.
“Well…do you remember that guy I was telling you about not that long ago?”
“You mean the one in that one rock band?”
I nodded with a huge grin, wow she didn’t even mention his name and I’m blushing like I’ve never blushed before.
“Yeah him, well we’ve been really hitting it off from going out on dates together and all that, and well, he’s been away on the Vans Warped Tour for a while sooo, I decided it would be awesome to surprise him by visiting him.” I cheerfully said, my hands clapping together joyfully.
“Well I think that’s an excellent idea lovely, I think it would make him really happy to see you.” She agreed.
“Aw man Em I am so excited but at the same time I’m nervous as hell!” I admitted.
“And why on Earth would you be nervous (Y/N)?”
“He always makes me nervous!” It’s true, whenever I’m around Denis I have the hugest butterflies form in my stomach, so huge that I feel like barfing right then and there. I’m super shocked that hasn’t happend though thank you God!

“Listen to me sweetheart, you should he happy that he makes you nervous, because of a man doesn’t make you feel that way, then he is not the one of you.” Emilia tells me.
I smiled and pulled her into a tight embrace, she always knows what to say, that’s why I look up to her so much.
“Thanks Em.” I softly muttered.
“No problem, now go get some rest because you have a long road ahead of you to see your lover boy.”
I laughed a little and nodded, “You’re right, see you next week.”
As I was grabbing my things I said goodbye to some of my other co stars, Kit Harington, Peter Dinklage, Sophie Turner, Rose Leslie, Jack Gleeson and everyone else I passed by as I was exiting the set.
I gasped a little to see that it was already getting dark.
Well, even though the sky is glooming I still have to put on my sunglasses because..
FLASH!! FLASH!! FLASH!!
“(Y/N)!! How are you?! What are your plans for this weekend?! Is it true that you’re dating a rock star?! (Y/N)!! (Y/N)!! (Y/N)!!” The paps kept yelling.
“Alright alright guys please that’s enough, I just wanna get to my car.” I politely tell them while they kept following me.

Thankfully they respected what I told them and got out of the way when I reached the parking lot.
I waved goodbye to them as I drove off in my car, hopefully they don’t follow me in their cars.
I stopped at the first red light and I couldn’t help but smile, just thinking about Denis makes me feel some type of way, it’s indescribable, God I just can’t wait to actually see him again. It feels like it’s been forever. Sure we talk on the phone and face time but of course it doesn’t feel the same as in person. I prefer physical over digital.
Anyways, I miss the way he holds me so securely in his arms, his kisses, his laugh, his smile, his sexy head of hair. No seriously his hair is fucking hot.

I wonder how he’s going to react, I especially wanna see the dorky look on his face.
BEEP!! BEEP!! I heard the vehicle behind me, oh shit I forgot that I was even driving, you see what this boy does to me?
“My bad!!” I yelled at the car behind me and drove off.
It was a good thing I didn’t live far away from the studio, I made it to my house in a very short amount of time.
When I stepped in I immediately ran upstairs and started packing everything that I needed.
Like Emilia said, I have a long road ahead of me.
“Okay, clothes, check, shoes, check, jewelry check….” I just realised something, I packed WAY too much for just two days.
Ugh I exaggerate sometimes I swear.

I took out some of the stuff and left the very few things I absolutely needed.
Alright, perfect, I’m all set.
I take my phone out of my pocket and tap on the gallery.
I smile like a dork once again as I keep swiping through all the pice of me and Denis.
Man this guys is so cute! How did he even become interested in a girl like me? I will never understand that for real.
“Awww.” I cooed when I happend to stop at pic of the two of us in Disneyland.
I remember that day, it was the day after my birthday and he surprised me by taking me there.
That was the best day we ever had together, we laughed so much and we swore that we were one of the kids.
That’s what I love the most about Denis, he’s not afraid of being a goofball with me. I could completely crazy and he wouldn’t look at me like if I belong in a stray jacket.

“See you soon babe.” I softly mumbled.
For the rest of the day, the time surprisingly went by quickly. Before I knew it, it was already close to midnight.
As I snuggling up in my bed the last words I whispered was..
“Warped Tour here I come.”
The next day was here in the blink of an eye, I was on the road while blasting up The Black by Asking Alexandria.
I’m still pretty bummed that Danny is no longer with them, I love that guy, but Denis is most definately a great addition to the band.
And his screaming is everything, yeah I know what you’re thinking, I ramble too fucking much about him, but can you blame me? He’s an amazing person.
Good lord this road seems endless, I’m just thankfull that they’re not out of the state, atleast not yet.

Hours upon hours passed by, this little road trip seemed endless. It feels like an eternity, but finally I started seeing all the little tents up ahead.
Yes! I’m here.
It only took a few minutes to find a parking spot, I can hear the music from all these different bands blasting through the entire area as I stepped out.
Wow there sure are a lot of people here, all dressed up in band merch and wearing little backpacks, it’s pretty awesome.
“Omg!! (Y/N) (L/N)!!” Shouted two girls who were walking in.
I glanced over at them and smiled, I’m guessing they watch the show, but…they look a bit young to be watching it. Or maybe they just recogize me in general, okay I’m gonna shut up now and wave.
“Hello.” I happily greeted them.
They took that as an opportunity to come running towards me and hug me.
I hugged them as well, I’m always happy to meet fans.
“How are you beautiful ladies?” I say.
“Good…” One of them nervously answered. I giggled and rubbed her shoulder.
“Don’t be shy hon.”
“C-Can we please get a picture with you if that’s okay?” Asked the other.

I nodded and without a second thought their mother or whoever she is from them grabbed a polaroid camera out of her purse and the adorable girls stood on either side of me, hugging me again.
“Okay you guys say cheese!”
“Cheeeese!!” We all said and the flash went off.
“Thank you (Y/N).”
“Aww you’re welcome girls, have an awesome day okay?”
“We love you!!” They cheered in unison.
“Love you too!” I yelled back, making them chuckle.
It was like that meanwhile I walked to find Asking Alexandria’s stage, many girls and boys came running up to me for photos, pics, videos saying shout outs to their family members and friends, it’s honestly my favourite part of being an actress.

I put on my sunglasses and walked up to someone, tapping their shoulder.
“Excuse me, do you know exactly where Asking Alexandria is performing?”
“Oh yeah, right over there, all the way to your left you should find their set.” The man instructed.
“Okay thank you so much.”
He was right, I arrived exactly where he directed me to.
My heart began to race so hard against my ribs when I caught sight of Denis singing and screaming his heart out on stage.
Many young girls were screaming for him, jumping up and down to the amazing lyrics.
“Everybody jump!!” Denis shouted, and everyone did just that. He really knows how to pump up a crowd doesn’t he?
I had to push through the crowd a little to get a little closer to the stage, some people got a little ticked off with me but they calmed down once I apologized.

“Alright everybody!! We have one more song to play for you!! It’s called I Won’t Give In!!!” He announced, and the crowd went crazy.
I cheered and clapped my hands, looks I seemed to grab his attention because he looked at me, but he had to do a double take. Must’ve been my bright shorts or something.
I smiled lovingly and waved at him, then blew him a kiss.
Denis was truly stunned by my presence so it seemed, and there’s that dorky smile I love so much, he even forgot to sing all
of sudden until Ben came and slapped him upside the head.
I busted a guy seeing that, but then I turned extremely nervous when all eyes were on me.
A lot of scowls were evident, smiles were as well don’t get me wrong, but there were mostly deadly stares.

“Um! s-sorry everyone my bad! Allow us to start all over!” He said, drawing everyone’s attention away from me.
He must’ve felt the tension just as much as I did.
Despite the awkwardness people still cheered and this time Denis didn’t forget to sing.
During the song he kept glancing at me over and over again, I felt myself blush hard because the more he looked at me the bigger he smiled.
Awww he’s so fucking adorable.
By the end of the song the guys behind the stage, security approached me and told me that Denis wanted to see me back there so I followed.
I saw the back of his tall figure drinking a can of monster.
I grinned brightly, admiring his physical apparence standing right before me.
“Hey love!” I called out.
As soon as he turned around, he dropped the can and ran up to me, immediately picking me up and swining me around in his arms.
“(Y/N)!! I can’t believe you’re here!” He cheerfully yelled.
I laughed a bit as he placed me back down on the ground.
“Yeah me either, I’m so happy to see you again hon! Oh and I’m so sorry I made you mess up back there. Your fans were pretty pissed at me.” I tell him.

“Hey don’t even apologize, you have nothing to blame yourself for, and you know how fans are.” He assured, shrugging.
I nodded agreeing, then things became kind of quiet between us, that’s only because Denis was making me nervous with the way he was staring at me.
His beautiful eyes scanned my body up and down in the most seductive way ever.
“Heeey…why are you staring at me li AHH!” I squealed when he grabbed my arm and jolted me to him.
Our chests were touching each other,
completely closing the distance between us.
“You have no idea how happy I am to see you (Y/N).” He spoke quietly.
I felt his arm snake around my waist and held me tightly against him.
I can feel my tits squishing against his chest, feels good actually, kind of turns me on a little.
“Well I’ve been having this idea of surprising you while you were out here since you left so…yeah, surprise!” I say while tracing random shapes on his chest.
“Well I love the way your mind works love!”
He chuckled and continued to stare into my eyes, oh God here come the huge butterflies I mentioned earlier.
Not to mention the nausia, I think I’m gonna barf for real this time. Please (Y/N) don’t do it…

“Hmm…” I slightly gasped, I didn’t even realise that his lips were now pressing against mine.
Man how I missed those lucious lips of his, I wasted no time in kissing him in return, I kissed him like I never kissed him before.
After all I only have two days to spend with him, after that I have to go back home and finish filming the season.
“Sorry I caught you off guard didn’t I?”
“It’s okay, I really love it when you do that anyway.”
He was about to say something but unfortunately he was cut off…
“Denis! We have to go do the meet and greet!” James called out to him from behind.
“Okay mate I’m comming!” He notified allowing James to just give him a nodd and walk away.
I pouted like a little kid and it didn’t even take a second for him to notice.
“Awww you are so cute. Listen why don’t you go hang out in the bus for a bit? I’ll be there a little later, I promise I wont take long.” Denis reassured me. Hope and guilt making their presence in his dark eyes.
I don’t want him to feel bad so…
“It’s more than alright Denis, take your time, go meet your fans. They’re waiting for you.”
“You’re the best you know that?” He gave me one last passionate peck upon my glossed lips and went on his way with the guys.

Denis asked the security to escort me to their bus and he did just that.
The guard was a really nice guy, I instantely got into a deep conversation with him, he even told me that him and his wife watch Game of Thrones all the time and that she’s a huge fan of mine.
I thought that was just the sweetest so I went ahead and signed some stuff for the both of them and even took pictures.
“Thank you very much Ms.(L/N), this would mean a lot to my wife.”
“Of course it’s my pleasure, no problem at all.” I gave him a hug and stepped inside the bus.
Wow this is beautiful inside, oh fuck yes! There’s a/c in here!
As I walked over to turn it on I bumped into someone.
“Oops! I’m so sorry!” I said.
“That’s alright. Well hello there.”
I looked up into a pair of hypnotizing blue eyes, “Oh my gosh hey Ben!” I greeted.

“Hi um…”
“(Y/N).” I introduced, I extended my hand and he shaked it.
“(Y/N)…” He wondered, as if my name sounded familiar to him.
“Oh!! Aren’t you that woman from Game of Thrones?!” Ben asked with excitement.
“The very same.”
“Wow I love you on that show! You look even sexier in person.”
“Hehe thank you very much I appreciate that.”
I couldn’t help but notice that he was still holding my hand, he wasn’t even shaking it anymore.
And he also seemed to be looking at me the same way Denis does. Uh oh…
Slowly and gently I released myself from his grip.
Ben was too busy gawking at me to even notice.
“Uh…” He began, looking at his surroundings before locking eyes with me again.
“I just noticed that you’re on my bus.” He pointed out with a sexual smirk.
“Oh! Yeah, I’m just gonna hang out here meanwhile you guys get back from doing your meet and greet with the fans.”

“Hey, hang out all you want beautiful, as a matter of fact, you can go hang out in my bunk back there if you like.” He winked.
Is he?…did he just?…Jesus….
I couldn’t even reply to that, all I did was giggle nervously.
“See you later.” Ben seductively whispered before stepping out of the bus.
What the hell just happend?…
He must think I came in here to fuck with him or something. Did Denis not tell him that we’re dating? Did he tell his band mates about me at all?…
Well this kind of put me down, I guess I don’t mean as much to him as he means to me…
I mean I know him and I aren’t officially boyfriend and girlfriend but…we’re getting there.
Okay (Y/N) stop thinking negetive thoughts. Just remember that you’re only here for a VERY short amount of time and you don’t want to fuck it up.

I still feel kind of weird with what Ben said though. Oh well I’ll just shake it off.
I went ahead and chilled on the couch, I turned on the t.v which I’m surprised isn’t broken.
Good thing there were some pretty good shows playing right now.
The meet and greet seemed to be taking a while to pass, feels like it’s been hours, I’m not surprised though, AA is a very badass band, they must have millions if not billions of guys and girls loving them.
I let out a long yawn, my eyelids feel heavy, I’m sleepy as hell, that road trip over here really tired me out.
And I just remembered that I was up since like six in the morning.
Before I even knew it…I was in dreamland….

“Shhh shut up!! Can’t you fuckers see she’s sleeping?!” I heard Denis whisper yell.
I was confused until I slowly opened my eyes and found myself with a blanket on me. When I looked up I also found myself wrapped up in Denis’ arms.
My back was laying against his chest, crap, I guess I must’ve knocked out while waiting for him to come back.
“Hmm…” I hummed, squirming around a little.
Denis looked down at me and smiled warmly, “Hey there sleepy head, did this dumbasses wake you up? Cause I’ll kick their asses right now.”
“Oh shut the fuck up mate!!” Cameron teased while drinking a bottle of beer.
I tried to sit up but Denis gripped me tighter.
“Where do you think you’re going baby?”
He cooed while placing soft pecks on my forehead.
I giggled and rubbed the sleep off my eyes.
“How long was I out?” I finally spoke.
“Quite a long time, but that’s okay, we’re all getting ready to go to bed in a bit.”
A huge wave of dissapointment washed through me to hear him say that.
“What?! So I spent the entire day sleeping?”

“Hey now don’t worry, we still have all of
tomorrow to spend together. Wait you are going to be here tomorrow too right?”
Oh yeah that’s right, I almost forgot that they are playing here again tomorrow. Duh (Y/N) that’s why you packed for two days in the first place.
I placed my hand on face caressing his skin.
“Of course I’ll be here. Oh! but I gotta go get my stuff from the car.” I stood up and went outside.
“(Y/N)! Wait! Let me go with you!” Denis yelled from inside the bus.
I waited for him and he walked over to the other side of the parking lot with me.
It looks so empty here without all the tents and the people and everything else, it’s creepy actually.
I reached my car and grabbed my little suit case from out of the trunk.
“AH!!” I screamed, feelings Deni’s arms snake around me.
I laughed after but then I shut the hell up when I turned around to see that it was actually Ben…huh?! That was really unexpected.
I looked around and Denis was nowhere to be found for some reason, where the fuck did he go?
I look a little further to see that he happend to be talking to another band singer.
Well atleast he didn’t leave me.

“Hello again.” He said, releasing me.
“Hey there Ben.” I chuckled.
“Are you going home already? I was kind of hoping we could hang out in my bus a little more. And no I don’t mean have sex, unless you want to.” He tells me.
Small laughter escaped my lips, I shook my head at him and said..
“Actually Ben I’m sorry but I’m kind of taken…”
“Well how wouldn’t you be? look how at hot you are. You might be the most beautiful female I’ve ever met.”
I grinned, I couldn’t help it, he has a way of making even the simplest of compliments sound so smooth.
It’s no wonder the ladies love him.
“Why thank you but-”
“Hey Ben are you flirting with my girl?!”
We both turned around to see Denis with his arms crossed above his chest.
He was giving Ben a very ugly look.
“Wait what? You two are together?” He questioned, his finger swaying back and fourth between us.
“Yes, she’s my girlfriend.”
Hold on one damn minute! Did I really just hear him drop the G bomb right now?!
“She is?!”
“I am?” I quizzed.

He laughed and walked over to me, putting his arm around me as he pulled me close to them.
“Yes you are, if you want to be.”
My bottom lip was taken in between my teeth.
I think either two things will happen right now, I faint or I puke.
I really hate that this horrible but beautiful feeling has to come to me every damn time! Why can’t I just feel happiness and that’s it?! But then again, I remember Emilia’s words from yesterday.
Fucking khaleesi!
“(Y/N)?…” Denis called out making me snap out of my thoughts..
“Huh? OH!! Yes! Yes of course I would love to be your girlfriend Denis. More than anything in the world…. I really like you…” I confessed.
And just like the first time I saw him, he picked me up in his arms, kissed me like crazy, and swung me around.
“She’s mine!!” He happily screamed and I cracked up.
After he placed me down I looked over at Ben who had nothing but a bored as fuck look on his face.
“Whatever, I’m too drunk for this.” He mumbled while he took steps away from us.
“He’s drunk?” I questioned.
“Yeah, he’s like that so much that you can’t even tell anymore.”
“I’m very happy that we’re official…” I blurted, my tiny figure looking up at his tall one.
He beamed down at me and grabbed a hold of my hand, it fit perfectly in his. Like it was really mean to be.

“Come on gorgeous, let’s go back to the bus, I cuddled you when you fell asleep so now you cuddle me.”
“Deal.” I proudly say.
When we reached the tour bus again and stepped inside, the guys were already asleep, Ben looked like he was sick passed out on the couch, and James seemed to be the only one who was awake.
“Hey you’re back I thought you went home?”
“No, I’m gonna spend tonight and tomorrow with my new boyfriend.” I announced, my cheeks blushing a tomato red.
My words made me earn a kiss from my man, wow, I can’t believe I actually get to say that from now on.
After tomorrow is over I can honestly go back home with a smile.
I’ll miss Denis a lot while he’s away for the rest of Warped Tour but atleast I can look foward to when he comes home again and I can make out with him all I want and what the hell, even make sweet love with him.

“This fucker is your boyfriend? How did you score a gorgeous woman like her? You’re super ugly!”
Denis punched his arm making him laugh,
“You know what? Fuck you! But I agree and disagree with what you just said man, because one part is true, how DID I get a gorgeous woman like her?”
I fucking swear on myself if my cheeks get any redder or hotter they are for sure going to pop! This boy has really gotta stop making me feel so crazy loved all the time.
“Fucking shit, and here I was thinking that I had a chance with her. I mean Jesus are you just radiant.”
“You and Ben really want to die don’t you? She’s mine.”
I snorted and playfully smacked his arm.
“Denis!” I scolded.
“Hey, it’s not Denis, it’s babe to you okay?”
“Okay babe.” I replied.
Now he was the one blushing like an idiot, an adorable idiot though with that cute beam of his.
“God I love the sound of that.” he cheered, holding me close to him.
“Shall we go to my bunk now?”
“Of course.” I say to him, he takes my hand in his one more time and we walk over to his bunk. It was fairly big, just enough for the two of us to fit inside and cuddle like he wants to.

“Hey you guys might want to sleep with headphones on or something cause Ben and I might he jacking off together later on!” James yelled from the couches.
These guys are the definition of idgaf aren’t they?
But you know what? Oddly, that’s what makes me love them so much.
“Come here you.” Said my boyfriend as he went in the bunk and opened his arms wide.
I took his hand and went in, closing the small curtain behind me.
I snuggled up closely to him and burried my face into his chest.
I felt his beautifully shaped lips kiss my hair softly as his large fingers played with strands of it.
I raised my brow as I looked up at him..
“Wait a minute aren’t I supposed to be holding you?”
“Nah, I like it better this way, and this time don’t even think about getting up from me because I’m not letting you go at all.”
This guy is seriously going to make me puke for real one day, and I will not be surprised at all.
That’s how you know you’re truly in love, it’s weird I know, but being extremely nervous with someone to the point where you feel what I feel, it’s a signal that this person is the one for you.
It’s gross, but it’s also the best.
“Goodnight babe.” I whispered.
“Goodnight baby.”
Right when we were about to fall asleep Ben and James decide it was the perfect time to disturb us…
“Hey! Are you guys fucking?!”
“Oh dear God…” Denis groaned and I just busted a gut…
Like a said before…


This is what makes me love them so much!

(Hope you babies enjoyed!! 😘)
-YessyLove✨

Taboo.
Hiii, so here’s part two to my little story. I’m so happy that so many people found the first part good and wanted me to keep going with it. Please let me know what you think about this part! By the way, requests are always open! xxx

Chapter two


“Umm, well… She seems nice. M'happy for you, you seem to really like her so it’s great that you can work with her.”
Gemma grinned at him and nodded.
“I’m so excited about what she’ll come up with for the first story.”
Harry sent her a soft smile and took another sip from his tea. He felt bad about lying to her but… he couldn’t tell her what he felt when he saw Y/N. She would tell him he was insane.
He probably was.


Harry spent the next two days in the apartment, just relaxing. And waiting until he could see Y/N again. He knew that it was probably absolutely stupid to actually think about her at all because he knew that she probably did not think about him at all but he couldn’t help it. He felt something for her. It was like the moment he saw her his life became brighter and he became happier. He never felt that way before.

Three days after he met her Gemma came bursting into his room around noon.
“It’s up! You have to read it, it’s so amazing!” her smile reached from ear to ear and her voice sounded the most excited he ever heard.
“She already finished it?” he asked her a bit dumbfounded.
“Yes! Now go online and tell me what you think about it!”
She left the guestroom he was staying in again and Harry reached over to the bedside table for his phone. He unlocked it and searched for the website he knew would get him to the article.

Teenage love.
I think we all remember the first time we had a crush on a boy or a girl. It felt weird and strange but it was also exciting and fun. Until we realized that the other person doesn’t feel the same way. And to be quite honest, that sucks.
It doesn’t matter when we fall in love or just have a crush on someone, it hurts when we find out that they are not interested. No matter if you are thirteen or fifty-seven.
But how does that happen? How can we have feelings for someone? Is it the way they look? The way they behave?
It doesn’t make sense, because sometimes we like someone who isn’t exactly the nicest person or who doesn’t even care about us. Which then leads to heartbreak and crying.
Something that happens very often during our teenage years as well is falling in love with someone we can’t have. They are too old, they already have a girlfriend or boyfriend or they are the sibling of our best friend and that’s a absolute no-go.


Harry stopped reading after that line.
A absolute no-go.
Great. That’s absolutely great.
He knew he wasn’t in love but he felt something for her. But if she thought that that was a no-go then he had zero chances.
Harry hated that moment. Like Y/N said, or wrote, to find out that someone doesn’t feel the same way sucks.
It happened to him so often already. During his teenage years no girls were interested in him because he was that boy with that weird hair and those strange clothes and he was always too small for his age. He was too goofy but also to shy and no girl wanted to be his girlfriend.
When he got older and auditioned for the x-factor, girls were practically begging him to go out with them but he always rejected every offer because he wanted to concentrate on his music.
Then when he was in the industry for a few years he dated a few girls but he was never really interested in them. He went out with most of them for PR and not because he actually liked them.
He never met a girl who just completely took his breath away and made him forget about the world around him. He never met a girl who he could imagine being with for longer than a few weeks.
Until he met Y/N.
He felt so stupid.
He could have every girl he wanted, he just had to say the word and then he met some random girl and his heart decided to race and his brain decided to only think about her.
He felt like such an idiot.

He went downstairs to get himself some tea. But that wasn’t the greatest idea because in the kitchen stood Gemma, on the phone with none other than Y/N.
“Wait. Harry just came here. Told him to read your article. What do you think about it?” she directed her question at him.
“S'good.” he said in a complete monotonous voice without even looking at Gemma.
“Oh wow. Please don’t be too excited.” Gemma rolled her eyes and left the kitchen so she could talk to Y/N without Harry listening in.
Harry sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter. He knew that Gemma was probably talking to Y/N about what an idiot Harry just was but to be honest right now he didn’t really care. He was so frustrated because as always he couldn’t have the person he wanted.
She won’t be interested in you anyway.
A absolute no-go.

He pressed the palms of his hands over his eyes and exclaimed a loud ‘fuck’.
“Goodness, what’s wrong with you?”
His head snapped up at the sound of his sisters voice.
“Nothing.”
“Oh, yeah. Of course, I mean you always are in a bad mood for no reason at all and you always just scream 'fuck’ through the whole house because it’s 'nothing’. Talk to me.”
She stood in front of him now, starring him down. He would almost be scared but that was his sister. She wasn’t scary.
He knew he had to talk to her but he also knew that he couldn’t tell her the truth.
“There’s this girl and-”
“Oh, I knew it!” she interrupted him.
“I’m sorry, go on.”
He sighed and looked down at the ground. Another lie.
“I only met her once but she seems really great and sweet and… She took my breath away. She’s different than all the girls I met before. She’s special.”
Harry felt so ashamed right now. This was the second lie he told his sister in not even a week.
“But that sounds great. Where’s the problem?” Gemma asked with a confused complexion.
“She isn’t interested.”
“You only met her once. Why do you think she won’t be interested?”
Harry sighed again and stroked his short hair back. He cut it a few weeks ago because it was getting far too long and he hated the whole process of washing and drying it. It took ages.
“She’s not the type of girl to be interested in someone like me.”
Harry looked so sad in that moment and Gemma felt her heart breaking for his little brother.
“Hey, don’t say that. Any girl would be lucky to date you. Maybe ask her out on a date some time?”
Harry didn’t know if he should cry or laugh in this moment. Gemma literally just gave him advice on how to make a move on her co-worker.
“S'not that easy.”
“Why not?”
“Doesn’t matter.” he sighed and turned around to finally get himself a mug and a tea bag.
He poured some hot water in his mug and places the tea bag inside.
“Alright. But don’t give up, yeah?” Gemma patted his back.
A humorless chuckle left Harry’s lips and he nodded. God, he hated this.
Gemma turned to leave the kitchen so she could give her brother some space but then she remembered something.
“Oh, by the way, Y/N is coming over for dinner and later. We’d really like you to join us.”
Harry froze up and felt like he couldn’t move a muscle or even breath.
Brilliant.
He had to join or otherwise Gemma would get suspicious. He told her he found Y/N nice so there was no reason for him not to join.
Shit.
“Of course.” he mumbled.
“Great! She comes over around seven o'clock.” she told him cheerfully.
“Alright.”

Harry had a problem.
A big one.
The thing was that Harry got quite… let’s say awkward around girls sometimes. Especially if he liked those girls.
He was impressed that during his two encounters with Y/N he acted normal because well, on the inside he was freaking out.
It happened plenty of times already that he made a complete fool of himself in front of girls he liked and he was so embarrassed that he could never look them in the eyes again.
Especially when he went on dates with them it was bad. He would start to ramble because he was a bit nervous and at some point he was just talking about the most random stuff and then it got embarrassing. Especially if he only talked about himself instead of asking the girl something or giving her time to talk about herself.
He was scared that it would happen with Y/N as well, especially when Gemma was around. His sister knew about that little problem and she would immediately catch on to what was happening.



Right on seven o'clock the doorbell rung. Harry took a shower an hour ago and still had slightly damp hair. He was dressed in black skinny jeans which were tighter then most jeans girls wore. The shirt he was wearing was white with a few holes in it from all the washing it’s been through. A silver cross necklace was hanging around his neck and on each hand were rings around his slim fingers. He looked handsome. Incredibly handsome.
“Could you maybe open the door?” Gemma asked him while she was lighting a candle she placed on the table as decoration.
Harry nodded and made his way through the hallways to the front door. He felt his heartbeat racing at the thought of seeing Y/N in a few seconds.
Goodness, he was nervous.
Probably more nervous than when he has to go on stage and sing in front of thousands of screaming fans.
He opened the door and when he saw her he forgot to breath again. She was so beautiful.
Her hair was down in loose waves and it was falling perfectly. She was wearing a pretty pullover and jeans that made her legs look absolutely fantastic. Her makeup was natural but still complemented her features in the most perfect way.
She was stunning.
“Hi! It’s so nice to see you again. M'happy that you join us.”
Her voice sounded so cheery and happy and her smile was so pretty. She wrapped one arm around his shoulder and pressed the softest kiss ever to his cheek.
“S'nice to see you again as well, love. You look amazing.” Harry blushed when he realized what he just said.
Goodness, he already embarrassed himself. Now she would definitely think that-
“Oh my goodness, thank you so much. You look very handsome yourself.”
Oh.
What?
She found him handsome?
Harry smiled at her and his cheeks were still burning. He was sure he was as red as a tomato.
Harry closed the door behind her and waited until she took of her boots. He took her jacket from her which she appreciated with a small 'thank you’.
They walked through to the kitchen where Gemma was standing at the counter, pouring them all a glass of wine.
“Wine again? I don’t think that’s a good idea, Gemma. At least not for you.”
Gemma turned around and glared at Y/N playfully.
“Very funny, Y/N.”
Y/N walked over to her laughing and wrapped her in a tight hug.
Her laugh.
Alright, this needs to stop Harry thought.
“It smells amazing in here, Gemma.”
“Oh, thanks. I made some chicken with some tomato sauce. The recipe is from our mum. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course! I love chicken.” Y/N smiled at Gemma.

When the food Gemma prepared was finally ready they all sat down at the table. Y/N was sittings across from Harry and the candle that Gemma light early made her look even more beautiful.
The conversation was light and fun. Harry tried to stay as quiet as possible though because he still felt his heart beating faster than normal and his hands shaking a tiny bit. He talked every time he was asked a question or he wanted to say something that he found important but other than that he only listened to the girls talking.
Gemma caught on though. She noticed that Harry was silent and seemed a bit off but she shrugged it off because she was sure the reason behind his behavior was the girl he told her about.
And she wasn’t even wrong. It was because of Y/N.
Y/N noticed it as well. He seemed a bit different than when she met him for the first time bit that was okay. She didn’t expect anything.

“So Harry, how is life as a rockstar?” Y/N asked at some point.
Harry looked up at her and saw a soft smile playing on her lips. She wasn’t teasing him or anything, she asked because she was curious and interested.
“It’s great. I mean that’s what I’ve always dreamed about. I never thought it would happen especially not in this huge way but I’m happy. It has it’s ups and downs but all in all it’s great.”
Y/N nodded and took a sip from her white wine.
“I can imagine that it’s fun. Especially with all the girls, hm?”
Harry froze at her words and felt like he needed to puke.
Great.
She knew about all those womanizer stories.
That was absolutely brilliant.
She probably thought he was some big asshole who went out with a different girl every week and fucked them all.
She probably thought he used girls for his own pleasure and then when he got bored he threw them aside.
“S'not true. None of it is.”
Harry leaned back in his chair and looked down at his lap. Now he’s embarrassed but not because he did something. He’s embarrassed because of what she thought about him. She probably heard all about the rumors. All those models and singers and whoever he 'dated’. He knew what it has to sound like. But it wasn’t true. It’s all PR and arranged.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to offend or upset you or something. I didn’t even mean it like that. I’m sorry.” she apologized with a panicked expression.
“S'okay.” Harry nodded but still didn’t look at her.
If he was quite honest, he was offended. And upset.
It hurt him when someone talked about the image he had because it just wasn’t true. Every other man would boast about all those women but Harry felt sick whenever he only thought about them.
He never dated them. His management made him go out with those girls because they thought that was a good idea. Magazines then made it look like he was dating them and fucking them when in reality he did none of that.
He changed management now because of that stuff.

Y/N felt so sorry that she started with this subject. She didn’t know that he was so sensitive about it. If she would have known she would have never ever asked him about it.
During the rest of the dinner the tension was noticeable. Harry was upset and talked even less and Y/N felt like the worst person ever. Gemma tried to make Harry talk a few times but he would only say a few words and then go back to silence with a frown on his face.

“You can go and sit down in the living room. Just give me a second.” Gemma whispered in Y/N’s ear after they finished eating.
Gemma wanted to know what made Harry so upset. This wasn’t the first time someone asked him about his love life.
“Why did you have to make her feel so bad? She only asked a normal question and I mean, you should be used to those questions.” she hissed when she was sure that Y/N couldn’t hear her.
Harry looked at her a bit shocked because clearly, he wasn’t expecting this.
“You know that I don’t like it when people ask me about that stuff.”
“Yeah, I do. But she wasn’t rude at all. Why do you now have to be so rude?”
“M'not rude. Just a bit upset.”
“Great.” Gemma rolled her eyes.
“She apologized, you idiot.”
And with that Gemma left the kitchen and went over to Y/N in the living room.
Harry knew he shouldn’t act the way he did right now but he couldn’t really help it.
He decided to go to bed then because he really wanted to be alone right now.
He went over to the living room as well to at least say goodnight.
“I’m going to go to sleep now. Good night.”
Y/N stood up from the couch and walked a few steps towards him.
“Could we maybe talk for a second?” she asked quietly and if Harry wasn’t mistaken her voice was quivering a bit.
“Of course.” he said even though he knew what was coming now.
They went out into the hallway so they had a bit of privacy even though they knew Gemma was eavesdropping.
“I’m really sorry for earlier. I really did not mean to upset you.”
“It’s okay. I’m sorry I reacted like a proper idiot. Im just a bit sensitive about this stuff because I hate the fact that people think I’m some player.”
Y/N took a step forward and placed her hand on his arm.
“I don’t think you are a player. I know what journalists do and how they make celebrities look like. You seem like a very sweet man and I don’t think you have it in you to be this asshole people make you out to be.” she smiled softly at him.
Harry felt his heart fluttering at her words and now he was sure that he fell in love with her.
“Thank you.” he whispered.
“Not therefore. Good night.” she whispered back and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek.
Only that her kiss didn’t exactly land on his cheek but more on the corner of his mouth. He smiled when he felt her touch and she blushed when she realized that she almost kissed him on the lips.
“Good night.”
Fuck, she was adorable when she blushed.
She was also adorable when she didn’t blush.
Oh hell, Harry was really in it deep.

Thank You Nice Chipotle Cashier
  • Cashier: *sees that my burrito has no meat but has pinto beans*
  • Cashier: Oh no are you a vegetarian!?
  • Me: *is a little taken aback cos I'm not but I didn't understand why he'd comment*
  • Cashier: Oh I don't mean to be rude, sorry it's just the pinto beans are cooked with bacon grease and I didn't know if you knew that and vegetarians usually get upset if they didn't know!
  • Me: Oh, uh no I actually just can't digest pork or beef and the chicken here just isn't my favorite.
  • Cashier: Oh cool, but have you tried the tofu sofritas? Those are a super tasty option.
  • Me: Uh no I haven't but-
  • Cashier: *goes over to start getting a cup* This is really good will you please try it, here it doesn't cost anything. *is enthusiastically making me a sample cup*
  • Me: *trying to ask him not to go to the trouble* But um really you don't have to- well um is it spicy at all?
  • Cashier: It's not too bad, pretty mild compared to the hot sauces.
  • Me: I'm sorry I can't, I'm allergic to capsaicin so I can't actually eat spicy things. *I felt a little bad cos he'd been so excited and his face just fell*
  • Cashier: Oh gosh I'm sorry...I just...oh man that sucks I wish I could just give you a hug. Nothing spicy?
  • Me: *laughs* Nope, but it's okay. But thank you anyways.
  • Cashier: Well, your hair looks really amazing! I hope you have a great rest of the day!
  • Me: *I thanked him and left, but idk it just made me smile he seemed very genuine and sincerely sad that I was missing out on spicy food*
Make some noise (M)


Here it is, I hope you like it! I really enjoyed writing this. I’m sorry it took so long, everytime I sit down to write after work I’ve always been so tired. But I worked on it slowly and here it is !!!! :) I wasn’t sure who you would prefer but I decided to do it with SeHun. I hope this is what you wanted 6.6 xx

Genre: Smut ;D. Slight fluff

Pairing: Reader x Oh SeHun

Sidenote: I dont own the gif. All credit for it goes to the original owner.

Originally posted by exoturnback

I flicked aimlessly through the tv channels as I waited for SeHun to come home. It had been a tiring day at work and the only thing that had kept me going through the long hours was the prospect of cuddling next to him in the evening.

As I laid on the sofa thinking of his body on mine, more and more sinful thoughts began creeping into my mind of how good his hands felt when they were pleasuring me, when they were pressing bruisingly into my skin as he kissed down my neck marking me as his.

The heat and frustration built up within my body until I could no longer take it. I made my way to the bedroom we both shared as a plan formed in my mind as to how I would get what I wanted tonight. It had been a week since me and SeHun had been intimate and I didn’t know why he was avoiding me in this way but I was determined to put an end to whatever was bothering him.

Pulling out my lingerie set that was his favourite, I grinned to myself. This would definitely do the trick I thought to myself as I changed into it. 
Half an hour later I was in the kitchen preparing dinner when I heard his keys in the door and he strode in. “Y/N? I’m home.” He called out as he hung up his coat and kicked off his shoes. 

“I’m in the kitchen.” I answered, trying to stop the smugness from showing in my voice.
I heard his steps approach the kitchen and stop short in the doorway, I could picture him there taking in my form, barely covered in one of his large shirts that was hiding the baby blue lingerie underneath. Ignoring him completely, I kept my back to him and smirked, continuing preparing for when dinner was ready. As I tiptoed to reach the shelf that contained the plates I heard a muffled groan from the doorway as the shirt I was wearing rode above my ass, giving him a glimpse of the underwear I was wearing.

“What are you trying to do to me jagiya?” I heard him mutter quietly behind me before he pressed my body between the counter and his own lean torso.
“What do you mean?” I asked, feigning ignorance and trying to continue getting the plates. He pinned my arms to my sides and began kissing down my neck as he moved his hips against my ass. 

“Don’t play innocent with me baby, you know exactly what you’re doing.” He growled in my ear, spinning me round to face him and staring into my eyes. A moan escapes my mouth as his hands crept down my back and squeezed my butt hard. I bit my lip in embarrassment and covered my mouth with my hands. A look of lust flitted across his face followed by a frown when my hand clapped over my mouth and he suddenly lifted me into his arms and carried me bridal-style into the bedroom. 
“Sehun?” I said quietly, gripping tightly onto his shoulders and trying to figure out the sudden change in his mood. He didn’t say a word and simply lowered me onto the bed, while he stayed standing at the side staring down at me. 
“Take off the shirt.” was all he said as he began to unbutton his shirt. I did as I was told, and reached out for the belt of his trousers to help him undress but to my surprise he grabbed my hands and placed them behind my back.

“Keep them there” He ordered and proceeded to finish undressing himself. I was too much in shock over his change in attitude to complain that he wasn’t letting me touch him. I let my eyes roam over his body, unconsciously running my tongue along my lips as I took in his toned abs, and his lean frame. 
“Like what you see?” he smirked, pushing me back so I was lying with my back pressed to the sheets. “I asked you a question.” he said when I didn’t reply. 

“Y-yes” I stuttered as he began slowly rubbing my core through my now soaked panties. “So wet for me already” he whispered, softly biting my ear and kissing my neck, marking it as he made his way to my chest.

“You think it’s funny to tease me y/n?” He asked as he lightly massaged my boobs in his large hands. “You think it’s funny to torture me and make me horny like this?” I arched my back as he suddenly mouthed at my nipples trough the thin material of my bra. His hand reached under my back and undid the clasp, slipping the straps down my arms and throwing it across the room to give him better access.

He began to leave a trail of open mouthed kisses from my chest down to my heated core. Slowly running his tongue along the line of my panties as he locked his eyes into mine, smirking before ripping my underwear down and licking a thick stripe across my pussy. He closed his eyes as he began working his tongue around my clit, occasionally sucking and biting on it softly. My hands tangled into his hair pushing his head closer as my eyes screwed shut and I bit on my lip, frowning and trying to contain the moans that were threatening to spill out.

He stopped what he was doing and my eyes shot open to look down at him. He sat up and leant over me again, reaching out with his hand and pulling my lip from between my teeth. “Don’t ever keep than from me.” He said quietly, his eyes dark with lust.

“I want to hear every noise and every word that you have. I want to hear how good I make you feel when I suck your pussy.” He flicked me clit as he spoke, making me gasp and a new wave of wetness rushed from my core. “I want to hear you scream my name as I’m fucking you.” He whispered, keeping his eyes locked onto mine as he began running his tip along my wetness. “I want. To hear you. Scream.” He said, pushing into me with every word.

My head tipped back and my hands gripped tightly around his arms as I felt him filling me up. He buried his head into my neck as he pushed in deeper at an agonising pace. He pulled out slowly then growled “Moan for me”, biting my neck as he slammed back into me.

I abandoned all restraint and finally moaned, the pleasure coursing through me as he thrust into me over and over. At the first hint of sound that left my lips something seemed to switch inside him, he grabbed one of my legs and hooked it over his shoulder, leaning forwards and driving into me at an inhuman pace.

My hands clawed at the sheets and I whimpered as I felt him reach deeper spots that I didn’t even know existed. His hand reached between us and he began rubbing my clit at a furious speed, biting and sucking at my thigh. The combination of his wild thrusts and the rubbing on my clit was driving me closer to the edge. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face down to mine, crashing our lips together and moaning loudly as he changed his angle and hit /that/ spot inside me.

I somehow opened my eyes and met his scorching gaze. I took in his mussed up hair, the sheen of sweat that was lightly coating his body and face. I clenched around him and watched his face contort with pleasure, in retaliation he pinched my clit, sending my hurtling over the edge.

My nails raked down his back as my body arched upwards and screamed “Fuck! Yes SeHun don’t stop. Don’t stop” I chanted over and over, moving my hips to meet his thrusts as I rode out my high. He grunted and bit my collarbone hard as my clenching walls had him spinning into his own orgasm. He moaned my name as he slammed into me again and again until his high had ended, he stayed as he was for a minute before rolling off of me and getting a wet flannel.

We cleaned up and I slipped on new panties and one of his tshirts then crawled into bed where he lay in just pants. As he pulled me closer to him I closed my eyes and a thought from earlier came back to me.

“SeHun?”

“Mm.” He replied sleepily.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” I asked quietly, closing my eyes and wondering what the answer would be.

There was a moment of silence then he answered just as quietly.

“You’ve never really moaned or made any noise when we’ve been together so I thought you didn’t enjoy it…” I looked over at him and he was staring at the ceiling, his eyebrows knotted together as he kept talking. “I thought you would be happier if I did t burden you with something you didn’t get any pleasure or enjoyment out of so I-”

I pressed my lips to his, cutting off his sentence. When I pulled away he looked at me in confusion, so I took a deep breath and explained.

“ I never moaned because I remember one time when I was younger my sisters were saying how their boyfriends didn’t like when they moaned cos they thought they were faking it.” I looked at my hands, trying not to focus on how stupid it was that I would hold back on him just for that. “So I thought that if I didn’t moan you wouldn’t think I would be faking…you have no idea how hard it was .” I pouted at the end of my sentence.

“Babe” he turned my chin, meeting my gaze. “Never bite back any of the noises you make anymore. I love each and every one.” He kissed me softly then laid back down, staring at the ceiling again. I rested my head against his chest as I lay back down with him.

“What’re you thinking? I asked after a little while of him laying there and me listening to his heartbeat.

“So this whole time I’ve been thinking I wasn’t good enough and it’s cos of some shit your sisters boyfriend said. I bet they hadn’t even done it yet. “ He retorted.

“Yah!” I slapped his chest as we both laughed. “Well I know better now so I won’t hold back. You’ll have to gag me to shut me up from now on.” I giggled.

He turned to look at me, eyebrows raised at my comment as he smirked,

“That can easily be arranged.”

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Now here’s a crossover you never expected to see, is it? Welcome to the XXX Imp Bar, one of the (many!) new upcoming levels for Push in the coming-soon v0.6 release.
Interesting little story behind this, too.

Mike12 and I tend to cross paths a lot in our work, and our relationship is usually of mutual “Hey I have a thing lying around you might find useful”. I give him a little code, he gives me a little art, I hand over an old unfinished wad he can pick through, he draws some things, both of us laugh at crazy ideas and occasionally make an NES Zapper.

In their spare time, however, apparently the HDoom crew has been enjoying some fine nights of pushing it to the limit. One of Mike’s co-workers, plantswithnopants, has been quite enthused with the gameplay and strategy behind it—and upon being informed that the levels are based upon different websites and niches on the internet, he jumped at the opportunity for a little shameless self-promotion and pumped out this quick little number.

Now, Push being what it is (and given my stance on “don’t wave your boner in people’s faces, dude”), obviously there’s no lewd content. But I think it’s a funny little map, not to mention it’s a little respectful nod to a friend who often helps me scrape through rough areas.

dykotronic  asked:

Why. Why would you make me read that Mercy x Widow headcanon with my own two eyes. Are you trying to end me because you ended me. Please write more.

I’m @ing @shibahri cos we talking about a lot of these also

Amelie was a competitive little shit. That shit-eating grin she had on in ALIVE? She has that, too, especially when she’s smiting fools on the tennis court. For some reason I always imagine her doing the anime laugh after she’s showed someone who the real champ is. Gerard is in the stands cheering her on and shouting and swooning even if he’s the only fucker there and she loves it. Did I mention how theatrical they are? 

They will gang up on Angela if they notice her overworking herself. Gerard has, in fact, slung the doctor over his shoulder and carried her kicking out of HQ, on Amelie’s orders. Both apologized profusely and admitted it was over the top. Angela still appreciates it.

They have sleepovers at Angela’s place, drink fancy wine and watch reality TV. Amelie loves it. Angela enjoys watching her enjoy it. 

Amelie’s a gigantic goddamn flirt and doesn’t know what personal space is. Angela doesn’t mind, but makes her heart jump sometimes.

Little Lena always knows when Amelie is at HQ. She doesn’t always talk to her, sometimes Angela will notice her hiding behind corners or rushing by suddenly. Whenever she does speak, it’s shaky and full of nervous jittering. Everyone has a crush on Amelie, even the recent recruits.

Amelie is terrible at self-care. She’s fantastic at making sure everyone else is happy and well, but will tear up her feet dancing, go days without eating, and spend all of her money on others. Gerard takes care of her when he’s home, and Angela makes it her personal duty to do so when he isn’t. Amelie needs people. Isolation terrifies her and leaves no physical marks.

Angela knows bodily pain doesn’t scare Amelie. Talon must have, too. The fact that she returned with no physical injuries should make Angela and Gerard feel better, but they know. Locking the woman in a room by herself for unmeasured amounts of time is just as damaging as removing fingers. 

Angela’s days are long, sometimes endless. She’s seen what terrible things the world it capable of. She’s seen things she wishes she could scrub away. When she withdraws, when the weight of it becomes too much to handle alone, Amelie is there. She always knows when Angela needs someone.

As theatrical as she is, Angela has only ever seen her cry twice. Once when Gerard went missing on a mission, and the night before she killed him.

I want you. I want you so bad. I want your cute laugh that makes me appreciate our co-existence even more. I want your little interruptions when I’m typing those long messages and you keep on annoying me. I want your sleepy voice even if it’s ten in the morning or four in the afternoon. I want your thoughts and dreams and favorite things, the sparkle in your eyes when you talk about them. I want your fears and regrets and uncertainties, and your soft sighs when you tell me about them. I want your cracks and blemishes and rough edges that make up the masterpiece that you are. I want your frustration and tears and anger and sadness and confusion and pain, all these emotions that make you feel happy you’re alive and capable of feeling something. I want your questions and answers and secrets and stories, the little details that you feel might be insignificant or unworthy of attention. I want your sweaty body after a football game and I also want your crisp suit in your Sunday best. I want your compassion and courage and optimism, I want your beautiful mind and soul. I want your surname. I want your kids. I want your arms around me on cold winter nights, I want your hand in mine on summer adventures. I want your dirty jokes and your meaningful glances and your smirks and evil faces. I want your raised eyebrows and surprised smiles when I do all those too. I want your faith in us, in yourself, in me, in God, I want your assurance that we’ll make it through. I want your poetry and your art, your awkwardness, your best and your worst, your darkest everything, your rainbows and butterflies. I want your storms and I want to learn how to sail through them. I want your honesty when you tell me something you feel is wrong. I want your acceptance. I want your appreciation. I want your respect. I want your attention. I want your time. I want your arm around me when we’re old and gray, going through memories and saying, “Wow, we made it.” I want you. I want you so bad, and it’s a pain I cannot shake away. But darling, I won’t have it any other way.
—  I want you in ways I’ve never wanted anyone else || Letters to @heroedelsol, half a world away
Sebastian Stan Request

Heya!! Can you please write a Sebastian Stan x reader imagine where they meet for the first time and she’s really shy but he tries to be really goofy and cute to make her more comfortable. Please please please please please!!!


You arrived on set for your first read through with your new cast mates. You awkwardly sat in your on set chair and waited for everyone to get to set. “You must be Y/N,” your new co-star, Sebastian Stan, sat down in his chair near you.

“Ugh…yeah. And your Sebastian. Nice to meet you,” you shyly extended a hand.

“That’s me. Good to meet my new co-star. Excited for the read today?”

“Ugh, a little nervous. I’m not a big fan of being thrown into the middle of new people,” you admitted.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. It won’t be too bad. I promise,” he grinned and walked with you to the reading room.

“Y/N,” the director greeted as you walked into the room, “Sebastian, good to see you guys.”

“Hi,” you skyly muttered.

“Hello everybody,” Sebastian yelled as he walked in. “Oof,” he said as he ran into one of the chairs that sat around the table making everyone laugh. “Sorry chair. Ready to do the read through?”

The whole read through Sebastian sat across from you messing up and laughing along with everyone as they made funny comments. He’d wink at you from across the table and, after all his goof ups and random comments, you felt yourself letting loose with the new cast.

“That’s it for today everyone. Good job,” the director dismissed and everyone cleared the room.

“See that wasn’t too bad, was it?” You and Sebastian were the last two in the room.

“No, it wasn’t,” you chuckled. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

“For what?”

“Getting me to relax. I needed that.”

“There’s more goofing off where that came from. I’ll see you on set tomorrow,” he smirked. “Want me to walk you to your car?”
“Only if you promise not to trip and fall like you did to that chair back there,” you poked.

His eyes gleamed, “No promises one that.”

anonymous asked:

i know your busy with gaf au but if you ever get a chance... more uni au??? pretty pleasee

‘you can have your bed,’ you say, even as you try to hide your smile at lexa effectively setting up a little nest on the air mattress in the corner of her dorm room. 

she turns to you and shakes her head. ‘but you’re my guest,’ she says, like there’s never been an idea more absurd than making you sleep somewhere other than the bed. 

‘that’s true,’ you say, and you have a girlfriend now, and she knows all about lexa, and she’s happy you get to see who is, now, your best friend, because you go to university across the country from each other and lexa is quite frequently insanely busy with school and soccer. ‘but,’ you say, ‘we could, you know, share the bed. i don’t mind, at least.’

lexa looks down at her hands, where she’s grasping a soft, soft sheet in them so she could put it over the air mattress. ‘costia,’ she says, and you nod, ‘i have a girlfriend.’

you smile. ‘yeah?’

‘yes,’ lexa says, and you text almost every day but you’re not surprised you’ve heard nothing of this—lexa and opening up to people don’t really go together very well. 

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No, I Don’t Want Your Number


“Hey. Hey. Psst. Hey!”  I’m trying to catch the attention of the security guard standing at the door of the dispensary, a half-cocked smirk playing across my lips. “Mike. Mike!”

I’m standing behind the glass-topped counters that run the length of the storefront, lit along the sides with strips of white LED lights. Beneath the glass, the cannabis strains that are available at this dispensary are displayed in petri glasses, carefully labeled. One of the things I love about this job is the names of strains: OG Kush. Gelato. Blue Lightning. Beside the flower is packaging for medicated tinctures, bath salts, cookies and gum. There doesn’t seem to be any limit to how cannabis can be consumed.

This dispensary is a diamond in the rough: it is stunningly beautiful on the inside, but it’s in a bad part of a San Francisco neighborhood that’s known as the Tenderloin. Damask wallpaper in contrasting shades of light and dark green buttress tall mirrors that run lengthwise along two walls, granting a sunlit airiness to an already open room. Ornate, hand-pressed tin ceiling tiles make me feel like I should be wearing a flapper dress instead of my t-shirt.

I dart between the batwing doors that keep the budtenders separate from the patients, nearly tripping on the thick kitchen mats that run the floor behind the counters. I slide off of the plush mat and onto hardwood floors worn to a buttery sheen by soles, almost catching my knee on the maroon wingback chairs that are tucked in the corner for patients to sit in while they peruse the menu.

I am not a particularly graceful woman, and my forward momentum almost propels me directly into Mike’s chest. With dark, buzzed hair and a silver looped earring in one earlobe, he looks like a skateboarder who went and grew up. All dispensaries have security out front, and he’s one of my very favorites.

Mike grins, standing in front of the computer they use to check patients in. He holds a hand out to steady me, but I’ve caught my balance. I lean in conspiratorially and lower my voice. “Check out that guy over there – you see him? Standing at our 2:00.”

I wiggle my elbow in the general direction of the blonde haired, blue-eyed patient standing at the counter, the one who caught my eye the minute he came through the door.

“Yeah, what about him?” He raises an eyebrow.

I can’t help the manic giggle that slips out. “Okay, so, I met that dude in a bar in 2013 and dated him casually for about a month.”

“Uh huh,” Mike’s head is tilted towards me, arms crossed protectively over his chest.

“He ghosted me outta nowhere – stopped replying to my phone calls, texts, anything and everything. Typical dating in 2015 bullshit, right?”

“Emphasis on the bullshit.”

“Tell me about it. Anyways, he totally recognized me the minute he walked in and he’s doing everything he possibly can to avoid making eye contact with me.”

Mike laughs, a baritone chuckle that launches me into paroxysms of giggles again. “No shit? What are you gonna do about it?”

“I hadn’t decided yet, but I have to do something, right? The opportunity is too good to pass up.”

“Get back there and watch this.” I officially have a co-conspirator. I practically skip back to behind the counter, mentally running through the rolodex of dating the guy: sushi dinner, a pool hall, drinks at a kitschy little bar in North Beach. Obnoxiously, he always fell asleep to his telephone propped on his chest, volume turned up on Bill Burr’s stand-up comedy. In the mornings, he’d hop out of the shower, gesture towards the top of his head and ask, “How’s the lettuce look?”

I cannot for the life of me remember his first name. I already tried scrolling through my phone to find the contact – I’d know it when I saw it – but I deleted him as soon as he ghosted me. Smart Heather.

I lean against the back counter, elbows propped behind me and hands dangling. I rest one booted foot against the shelves in front of me, mason jars the size of my forearm filled with cannabis flower rolling back and forth. He’s just finishing his conversation with the budtender, paper bag filled with goodies in hand. Mike is approaching slowly, a velociraptor hunting unsuspecting prey. I watch him turn to leave, still studiously avoiding eye contact with me, and that’s when Mike swoops in for the kill.

“Have you met our promo rep, Heather? You should come talk to her before you head out!” He slings an arm over the guy’s shoulders, forcibly directing him back towards me.

“Uh, uh. No. Nope, I don’t think I’ve met her before.”

Mike and I are somehow moving in perfect synchronicity, a practiced ballet dance of humiliation and embarrassment infliction. I step forward and lean against the counter at the very moment Mike deposits him there for me, feeling my pointy chin dig into my palms.

“That’s funny, I’m 100% certain we have met before. At the Buccaneer, during a Patriots game. I’m also 100% certain we slept together, and equally as sure that you decided to completely ignore me without warning.”

He makes a sound in his throat that I think is supposed to be nervous laughter, but it sounds more like a death rattle.

“Yeah. Uh, yeah. Heh.” There’s a long pause, one I don’t bother trying to fill because I’m enjoying watching him squirm. He puffs his cheeks full of air, letting it escape slowly through pursed lips. “Heeeey. How’ve you been?”

I arch an eyebrow, trying desperately to keep a straight face. Mike has a hand cupped over his mouth, trying just as desperately not to laugh. The seconds tick by and the dude is wringing the paper bag between his hands like it’s going to teleport him out of the dispensary.

“So, uh, you’re not doing the dead person thing anymore?”

“Trust me, this is way more fun.” I lean forward on the counter so I can see all of him as I give him a thorough once-over, from the top of his lettuce to the bottom of his toes. I feel the top of my lip curl uncontrollably in the subtlest modicum of a sneer before I push back from the bar and drape myself across the back counter. He’s dismissed, and he knows it. He stumbles backwards, tripping over his own feet before pushing past Mike and out the door.

The second he’s past the threshold, Mike and I make eye contact and burst into doubled over, full-throated laughter, the kind that makes your abdominal muscles hurt the next day. We high-five, and I realize with a start that I am no longer the broken woman I was in the months after I kicked out my cheating husband, desperately trying to make someone love me out of my own self-hatred - and I really, really love my job for the first time in years.

Looks Can Be Deceiving

Prompt: From wo-shi-oolf. “ROLE REVERSAL. BIG BAD BECA, figuratively big, bc she’s tiny, and just like, babbly Luisa or something like that.” AU set during the car show scene in Pitch Perfect 2.

A/N: My brain keeps finding prompts guys, I am so sorry. But I tried to keep it short so I could get back to my other stuff. Think about it though: tiny, ridiculously confident Beca versus tall, awkwardly stuttering Kommissar. It’s great. Weird, but great.

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As the Bellas walked into the convention center where the car show was being held, Chloe glanced over at her co-leader. “You sure you wanna do this, Bec?”

Beca crossed her arms, smirking. “Totally. These Germans have nothing on us.” She shrugged. “But we might as well scope out the competition, right?”

The redhead nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.”

The team headed into the show room where their rivals would be performing, some of the Bellas looking around in awe. Beca scanned the room, raising an eyebrow in vague interest as the cars moved aside on their own.

The lights dimmed, signaling the start of the show. The screens onstage lit up, and Beca’s eyebrows raised in definite interest as a woman’s face appeared on the screen, announcing the rival team.

“We are Das Sound Machine.”

“Jeez, these guys sound super intense…” Emily whispered.

Beca shook her head. “Don’t get intimidated, Legacy. We’re the best of the best. Remember that. Now… let’s see what they’ve got.”

Throughout DSM’s performance, nearly all of the Bellas’ faces were stuck in astonishment. As their female leader ended the number with a “Danke schön” to the cheering audience, her eyes landed on Beca, who had been staring intensely at the blonde. The woman blinked, then nodded to her partner, leading the team offstage.

Beca watched as they approached. “Time for a meet-and-greet.”

The female leader spoke. “Barden Bellas. You came to see us?”

Beca smirked. “Only to gauge how much we’re gonna kick your asses.”

The male leader crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “You can not defeat us. Kommissar will lead us to victory.”

The tiny brunette’s eyes flicked over to look at the woman. “Kommissar, huh? Well then. I’ll be sure to kick your ass specifically.”

The taller woman hesitated, stuttering out a response. “O-oh really? Well… I- I think you are much too short for that…” She blinked at the sound of her voice faltering, internally cursing at herself.

The brunette stepped forward, grinning. She reached out, grabbing the back of the blonde’s neck, forcing her to lean down to face the smaller girl. “So I’ll just bring you down to my level.”

Beca took the time to appreciate Kommissar in their new proximity, and nodded to herself. “Damn, you are physically flawless.” She stroked the back of the blonde’s neck gently. ”You’re making me very sexually confused… but I think I’m okay with that.”

The woman cleared her throat, her eyes shifting back and forth. “You, eh… you are much more… confident… than I had assumed.”

Beca’s eyes gleamed as she chuckled. “Then maybe you shouldn’t assume things, you…” The hand on the taller woman’s neck moved forward, stroking her cheek. “Gorgeous specimen…”

Kommissar swallowed hard, exhaling shakily. What is happening to me…? Why does this… tiny Maus… make me feel so strongly for her?

The blonde shook her head, backing out of the girl’s hold. “You are so tiny. A little Maus. I- I could eat you!” She stood tall, hovering over the brunette in an attempt to intimidate her.

Beca laughed, and Kommissar shivered at the sound. The girl’s grin turned wolfish. “I’d like to see you try.” She leaned closer to the woman. “Who knows? I just might like that.”

The blonde stood, bewildered at the brunette’s sheer confidence. Before she could say anything else, her co-leader spoke up. “You are nothing but a little troll. Our team is the best, so don’t try to beat us.”

Beca scoffed at the man’s challenge. “Oh, we don’t even have to try. We will beat you.“

Chloe stepped forward. “That’s right. When the Bellas hit the stage, we are gonna blow minds! Face it. You guys are so jelly.”

The man crossed his arms, muttering. “You American kids and your words…”

Beca spoke. “Well, I think we’ve gotten our point across. Come on, guys.” She herded her team toward the door, then turned back to Kommissar. “Oh, and… your sweat smells like cinnamon.”

The taller woman opened her mouth to respond, but the brunette continued. “I like cinnamon.” With that, she winked, leaving Kommissar speechless and staring after her.

Scheiße…”