#but I do understand that MC actually enjoys her job and is a workaholic so I also understand wanting to go back to NY

[yourqueenb]

You said I came off as defensive, but it seems like you’re actually the defensive one considering you typed all of this because you were mad about the way I expressed my opinion. Regarding the things you said about Trystan and MC, I already responded to a lot of them in my reblog that shows here, another one in response to jerzwriter, and in my tags.

Regarding how you took my response, I did try to place a small disclaimer in my tags and, in my eyes, the conversation was never about shaming people for their opinions and ended on a good note. Now you’re coming in over 2 weeks later at this point with a lot of assumptions about me when everybody’s already moved on. Like I said, I did try to add a disclaimer of sorts on my reblogs, but maybe it wasn’t good enough because really and truly I feel like I shouldn’t have to. My opinion is my opinion. And if you feel personally attacked by me saying that I dislike or disagree with something, that’s completely your own issue.

Does PB really, really, REALLY make us want to believe our Crimes of Passion MC has no idea how royalty works? ESPECIALLY when we're dating the HEIR to the throne?

[eadanga]

Love Triangle Part 4

Author Note: This series is for @mfackenthal one of my winners for my 300 followers giveaway. Hope you enjoy it and thanks for participating

Paring: ChrisxMCxSawyer

MC walks into her apartment after another shift at her job Man working these long hours is exhausting. She checks her phone I wonder when the professor is gonna give us our grades? I hope I did good. She sighs relaxes on the couch her phones starts to ring

“Hello?”

“Evening ma’am”

MC rolls her eyes “Still doing the cowboy talk?”

“I ain’t no cowboy I’m a farmhand”

“Cowboy farmhand what’s the difference?”

“Because I ain’t chasing no bandits”

MC laughs “That’s not all cowboys do”

“Yeah they also become sheriffs and protect the town”

MC laughs “What movies have you been watching?”

“I should be asking you that”

MC laughs harder “Did you just call to make me laugh Sawyer?”

“If I say yes will you hang up?”

MC giggles “No”

“Ok then yes I did cause you sounded tired and laugh is the best medicine”

“Well thank you doctor”

Sawyer chuckles “I also called to invite you out for a drink me and my friends are going out the bar and I was hoping you could join us”

“Right now?”

“Yes right now”

MC sighs “I don’t know I just got off of work and I’m exhausted”

“So am I that’s why we’re loosening up”

“Sawyer…”

“Don’t make me send a picture of my puppy dog face”

“No please don’t” Her phone buzzes and she sees a picture of him pouting and she laughs

“Can you say no to that face?”

“Ok I’ll come just don’t ever send a picture like that again”

“What’s wrong with it?”

MC giggles “I’m not gonna even answer that see you later” She quickly hangs up and stands and stretches before heading to get dressed.

She drives over to the bar and enters. The music shook the walls and the atmosphere was amazing MC smiles I can’t remember the last time I did this. Have I’ve become that much of a workaholic? She spots Sawyer and he waves her over “Hey”

“Hey” He leans in and whispers “You look really sexy tonight”

MC blushes and giggles “Thanks”

Sawyer turns to his friends “Guys this is MC”

A man with a cheesy grin stretches out his hand “I’m Curly so you’re the one that Sawyer goes on about”

Sawyer shoots him a glare as MC laughs “Yup that’s me” She shakes his hand “You remind me of my friend Zack”

“Oh really? How?”

“He’s sassy and always the life of the party”

Curly smirks “And is he hot?”

MC laughs “Yup you’re defiantly a Zack clone and he is single”

“Great tell me where and when to meet him and I’ll be there”

MC laughs harder as Sawyer come back with drinks. The begin to drink then Sawyer takes MC’s hand “Would you like to dance?”

“I’d love too”

He guides her out onto the dance floor they dance together to pop song. As MC shows off her moves Sawyer smirks “Are you a student by day and a dancer by night?”

MC giggles “Nah dancing is just my day job I’m actually a international spy by night”

Sawyer laughs “Oh? And what is your mission? To wow me with your hotness”

“Stop it!” She smacks him playfully as he chuckles

The song changes to a slow dance. Sawyer wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer. They dance together his eyes never leaving hers. He leans in and kisses her softly. MC quickly pulls back a look of panic on her face “Uh…I gotta go”

She quickly exits the club and stops to take a breather.

“MC wait…” She turns and sees Sawyer behind her “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable”

“Sawyer you’re a nice guy but I’m just not ready yet and you know I just came out of a breakup”

Sawyer steps closer and takes her hand “I understand it’s just…I really like you MC you’re an amazing girl I’ve never met anyone like you”

“Sawyer…”

“All I’m asking is for a chance maybe I can take you out somewhere like a nice dinner?”

MC takes a deep breath “I’ll think about it”

Sawyer smiles “I’ll respect whatever decision you make I won’t be a jerk about it”

“Thanks now can you take me home I’m exhausted”

Sawyer drives her home and MC enters her apartment and lays down on her bed Sawyer is a really great guy he’s so sweet and funny I would love to go out with him She pulls out the ring from her drawer And yet my mind is still on Chris five years with him I always thought we would get married She feels tears welling in her eyes But he didn’t support me and he hid things from me I don’t know how I’m supposed to trust him.

****

Chris sits at the bar drinking Zack places a hand on his shoulder “Chris…”

“It’s over I’ve lost her”

“You haven’t lost her you can still get her back”

“How? She won’t even talk to me and it’s all my fault”

“She just needs time it’ll all work out”

Chris swirls his drink “I don’t know I just don’t know”

Tags: @indiacater @mfackenthal @cora-nova @hopefulmoonobject @annekebbphotography @the-soot-sprite

[shikikira]

Pajama Problems - Ch 02

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Previous Chapter

Summary: What if the pajamas Jumin had bought hadn’t quite fit Ami (MC/OC)? What if she was much bustier than she seemed? The issues Jumin and Ami suffer as he attempts to dress her each night.

Rating: M

Word Count: 3,005

As Jumin walked off to take care of his personal matters, Ami watched him, conflict playing across her face.

She wasn’t sure if he was deliberately trying to hide it from her for propriety sakes, but she had recognized that heated look in Jumin’s eyes. It was the same amorous lust she often saw in Aaron and Shigeru’s eyes when they didn’t think she was looking.

Biting her lip, she didn’t know what she was going to do with this tidbit of information.

As much as she was attracted to Jumin, she knew the type of person he was. Once upon a time, they had been friends even if she was the only one who had thought so. He hadn’t changed much since they’re last meeting in New York. And the two of them weren’t all that different from each other; scions of wealthy and powerful families, a former celebrity for a mother, their unspoken loneliness, the pressures of being perfect, and etc.

It was because of their similarities that she knew they weren’t what each other needed in their life especially not as spouses.

Given their very different careers and should she actually marry Jumin in the future, their home would be immensely lonely.

With the both them constantly traveling for work, they would almost never have someone to come home. No one to welcome them home. No warm smile or hug waiting for them after a long day. No guarantees of when or even if one of them would be home.

Of course, one of them could quit their jobs so that they could be together more often. But who?

She highly doubted Jumin would. His tendency to work Jaehee to the ground was proof of his own workaholic tendencies. Something he’d probably continue should he ever leave C&R and start his own business; a matter they had once discussed at one of the many friendly gatherings during the year of his cousin, Han Soojin, and her debut at the International Debutante Ball in New York.

She, on the other hand, also wouldn’t be willing to quit. They’d probably argue about her job often as she refused to give up her lifelong career to become some man’s housewife trophy. It didn’t matter if that the businessman could be Jumin, she wouldn’t do it.

She wasn’t raised to be some pampered princess; she was a fighter like everyone else in her clan. She wasn’t going to just stay home and wait for him obediently like some trained pet. She had a life that didn’t include fulfilling  a rich husband or her parents every whim.

But none of that mattered. The entire point was moot as there was no chance of her ever getting together with Jumin, much less marry him.

Plus, it wasn't as if Jumin was in love with her. Lusting maybe, but she was certain he held no real affection for her.

The director had made it point that he didn't remember anything about her, telling her that all his past memories with women had been nothing but pain.

She squeezed her eyes shut as frustration boiled within her, knuckles turning white as her hands practically strangled her shirt's front.

He hadn't even recognized her face when they had finally seen each other again after five long years.

And it’s not like my face has changed since the first time we met over a decade ago.

Wiping her tears away, she straightened her back and set off to the closet Jumin had directed her to. There was no point in crying; her sadness and frustration over her current predicament wasn't going to some anything.

Yes, she may have had a crush on Jumin for the longest time, and yes, she found herself exceedingly attracted to him, but she wasn’t fifteen anymore. She wasn’t the sixteen-year-old girl who had her heartbroken and didn’t understand what had gone wrong or why her heart had suddenly felt like it had been ripped out and stomped on.

She was almost twenty-one. She had a life of her own with duties and obligations she was responsible for.

She couldn’t just drop everything in her life and let her hormones dictate her future. Her choices didn’t affect just her, but her entire family too. Even more so as she’ll finally be marrying her fiancé next month on Christmas day.

Taking a deep breath, she shook her head as she re-centered herself, her hair flying in every direction in the process.

When they had been chatting through the messenger, it had been so much easier maintaining her calm. Phone calls with Jumin had been an arduous struggle especially with what he had said about her voice during her debut, but she was always able to hide it with some rudimentary acting.

Now that she was physically near him and talking to him in person, she was being far more emotionally irrational than she usually was, and it was exactly what she didn’t need right now.

One of them needed to stay calm and rational especially since Jumin wasn’t feeling like himself and was racked with anxiety. If she didn’t stay level-headed, she didn’t even want to know what would happen.

As she checked each door she passed for the closet Jumin mentioned, Ami couldn’t help but think about her fiancé. It was complicated and stressful situations like this when she was so grateful to her fiancé and everything he put up with for her.

And it may have only been a few days since they had last been together, but she missed him already. A single weekend together hadn’t been enough for either of them after being apart for so long.

If she had to blame anyone, she honestly would lay it on Jihyun. Long-time friend he may be, but it was his eye surgery and the matter with his psycho ex-girlfriend that had cut her time with her fiancé short.

The night she had her reunion with Jihyun and Jumin had also been the night she should have been flying out to meet up with her fiancé. Instead of leaving for France as intended, she had to delay her trip for several days.

Rather than going on romantic dates and catching up with her other overseas work as planned, she had to explain to Luciel, whose real name was apparently Saeyoung, about the true origins of the R. F. A. and the crimes Rika had committed prior to the R.F.A.’s establishment. She also had to force Jihyun into giving up Rika's whereabouts, lest she harm more people than she already has, and into getting the eye surgery he desperately needed.

Half the days she was supposed to spend celebrating her darling's birthday was wasted on a matter that should have been resolved four years ago and never have exploded like it did.

What the hell was so hard about letting go of that psycho? She murdered a newly made mother and attempted to murder one of your closest friends. Everything could have been avoided if you had just mentioned that the bitch had psychotic breaks, Jihyun. Ami fumed, angrily throwing the next door open.

“Oh hey, it's the closet,” she blinked, temporarily distracted from her righteous fury.

For a moment, she debated whether or not she really needed something else from Jumin. She still had her other shirt, but did she really want to wear a tight sports top with a built in bra to bed? She’ll no doubt develop sweat between and under her breasts from it.

And it wasn’t like she normally wore clothes to bed. She generally preferred sleeping in just a pair of panties or naked while cuddled up against her fiancé.

But she couldn’t do that here. This was Jumin’s home, and as a guest she needed to stay modest in respect to him.

Wandering into the room, she quietly looked through the selection, wondering what she could possibly wear for the night. The most she’s ever worn to bed by were the chemise nightgowns her sisters had bought her or a sleeping yukata, and that was only when she was at her relative’s residences or a ryokan.

I wonder what Shi-chan would want to see me in. Jumin sure has a lot of long sleeves in here.

Running a hand along a rack of shirts, she thought back on her beloved and her botched trip.

Shigeru, or Shi-chan as she had taken to calling him, was her loving and beyond wonderful fiancé. There was no one in the world who could make her feel as comfortable in her own skin, or got her in the same way as he did. He was always able to put her at ease when she was overcome with anxiety.

He such a great and understanding person. He never got angry when her job or their family matters forced them to reschedule dates among other things.

He hadn’t even been angry about her having to cancel some of their plans for his birthday. Yes, he had been upset, but he understood why she had to do it; he wanted justice for their family and cousin Emi as much as she did, if not more.

Originally, she was supposed to meet up with him once his medical symposium had ended for the day, and they'd catch up with one another at one of the chic cafes they both enjoyed so much. Shigeru would fill her in on whatever the topic of the symposium he had attended had been about over dinner. 

He had seemed so excited to tell her all about it when they had chatted over the phone, so she guessed it had something to do with new neurological findings.

After dinner, they'd been set to meet up with some of their relatives for an early birthday party. The party hadn’t been for Shigeru’s actual birthday as they had set that date aside for themselves.

But, of course, all of that had fallen through at the last minute, and she had barely been able to see him for two nearly; one of which she had to share with their fellow charity group members. Thankfully, she been able to have him to herself on his birthday.

Even though their marriage had been arranged, she couldn’t imagine being with anyone else or even loving anyone but him. Of course, their relationship wasn’t perfect, but whose was. They’ve had their highs, lows, and relationship problems like any other couple, but they loved each other and were strong enough and willing to work through their issues.

She may not be anywhere near as smart as Shigeru, but, if she may be so bold, they complemented each other perfectly. While she pursued a career in the arts and made her main salary off her acting and musical talents, he pursued a career in the sciences and made his living as a surgeon and researcher. Where the other faltered, the other always excelled.

The two of them were nearly complete opposites, but they worked together almost seamlessly and pushed each other towards greater heights.

Especially in the bedroom. Her mind added wantonly.

As they had learned the Lunar New Year after publicly announcing their engagement, both she and Shigeru have a voracious sexual appetite. With how outrageously high their libidos were, they might as well be labeled as hypersexuals; they probably were.

Just thinking about their sexual compatibility had Ami blushing a comely pink as lust clouded her sight.

Her core clenched in longing as she remembered how they had celebrated his birthday. The many hours in which they spent wrapped up in each other as they christened every surface of their newest property.

A soft needy moan escaped her as the memory of Shigeru’s long, thick cock embedded in her greedy folds, pounding out orgasm after orgasm as they ravished each other ravenously.

After having spent almost the entirety of the seventh working their charity run and celebrating with their fellow charity members, they hadn’t been able to get back to their newest Paris residence fast enough for their liking.

Before the door to their extravagant garden townhouse had even closed, Shigeru already had her back pressed up against the foyer wall and skirt hiked up over her hips, fingers buried deep within her core.

She remembered the feeling of the wall against her back as he had stolen her lips in a fierce kiss, the sweet bitterness of café liégeois on his tongue. How his plundering kiss had built a fervor need in her center, tightening, growing with his every touch. How his tongue had massaged her own, stroking and rubbing along all her weak points until she was a moaning puddle in his skilled hands.

She remembered how his fingers had felt inside of her as he furiously pumped his fingers in and out of her. His thumb mercilessly rubbing her pearl, working her into a sensual frenzy even as she freed him of his own clothes.

Why Shigeru had decided to wear a three-piece suit at one of their least formal events, she’d never know. But by god did he get her hot and bothered when he dressed up like that.

Unhindered by her movements, Shigeru’s other hand had skillfully unzipped her dress and pulled it off of her as he drove her into ecstasy for the first time that night, her walls clamping down on his fingers, searching for something larger.

She whimpered at the memory of how she had dropped to her trembling knees and took him into her wanting mouth.

Forgetting where she was, she quickly shimmied out of her bottoms, her hand slipping down to her wet heat, teasing her swollen bud.

Moaning deeply, she imagined her fiancé’s thick, throbbing cock sliding in and out of her mouth as her fingers plunged into her empty heat, searching for the spot he always hit to make her see stars.

In her aroused state, her nipples furled almost painfully, peering prominently through the thin material of her shirt. Her shirt burst open, her stiff, swelling breasts too much for the already straining buttons to take.

Groaning, she leaned forward and braced herself against one of the closet dressers, her aching breast falling out of her now open top.

Cheek touching the dresser top, her free hand grasped one of her large breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh roughly and tugging at her puffy nipple. Her other hand increased in speed as she worked to bring herself to the precipice of pleasure. Her memories of her many nights of vigorous passion with her fiancé egging her on.

She had adored how Shigeru had dragged her off his cock and hefted her into his arms only to impale her onto his girthy length. How his delicious lips had latched on to one of her lace covered nipples, suckling hungrily as he dragged her further down his shaft.

“Sh-Shi-chan,” she gasped, remembering the euphoria her fiancé had instilled in her as he stretched her tight core, giving her the exquisite feeling of bursting fullness that no other could or would ever give her.

Holding her by the hips, he had pulled her down to meet him thrust for thrust as he drove up into her, hitting a spot that forced a shriek of delight from her kiss bruised lips.

Feeling her climax coming, she had screamed Shigeru's name as if he were her god. Her fingers had buried themselves in his lush dark chocolate locks, and pulled his head closer to her chest as ecstasy took her.

He had continued pounding into her tirelessly, ceaselessly even as her channel clamped down on his scorching member. Driving her to a higher level of bliss as he fucked her through her second orgasm and immediately into her third.

While she had still been caught up in the intensity of her euphoria, she had felt Shigeru drop soft kisses against her lips and eyelid, a striking contrast to how he had been aggressively ravishing her a moment ago.

When she came down just the slightest from her rapturous peak, he had wordlessly carried her to a nearby sofa.

She had whined pitifully as his pulsating length, now thoroughly coated in her juices, was pulled out of her oversensitized but still greedy lower lips.  Her folds had clenched painfully at the sudden loss of its treat.

Still overcome with pleasure, she hadn’t paid much attention as Shigeru had silently flipped her onto her front and bent her over the back of their plush loveseat. She had vaguely been aware as he had grasped her breasts and pressed himself against her backside, cock pillowed between her buttocks.

Despite her pleasure filled haze, she had been able to tell he was close to his own climax. His twitching shaft had told her has much even as he had dragged his cock across her folds, teasing at her sensitive clit.

Still panting, she had squealed as Shigeru entered her again without warning, plunging deep within her core. Stars had burst behind her eyes and more screams had escaped her lips as his fat cock found that special spot and continued pounding away at it.

Her own hips rocked against the dresser at the memory of his full length filling and stretching her. How he had savagely rammed his cock into her sopping, desperate channel, taking his pleasure from her receptive body.

With her breath coming out in short pants, she drove her fingers faster and deeper into herself as she got closer to coming.

Moaning, she imagined it was really her fiancé who was giving her pleasure. That it was really his throbbing member that being driven into rather than her own slim fingers.

She pictured Shigeru’s handsome face and his gorgeous emerald eyes, now at the brink of orgasmic bliss.

“Ah…” she started screaming, her core clamping down on her fingers. As she came her fiancé’s eyes shifted to a steel grey, and it was no longer Shigeru she was imagining pounding her to cloud nine.

“Ju-Jumin!”

Etymology

Soojin - Treasure, excellence and truth

Masami (雅���) - Elegant beauty

Ami - Korean reading of Masami (雅美)

Shigeru (茂) - Flourishing Luxury

And we continue on! It felt too right to end it here. Smut’s really hard to write.

Tagging: @winterforpolandandfrance, @manju-booty, @ravenhaired-mc, @sleepyfoxspirit, @saizoswifey, @melody-chii

[elizabeth3rdnotelly]

How would RFA and Saeran react if MC is the one not paying attention to them, because she's too preoccupied or upset that they were too busy for her? If this is accepted????

How can anyone not pay attention to these precious beans(for extended period of time, at least). Hope you like these ^_^

Yoosung

He had an important tournament in LOLOL

Which lasted a whole week, resulting in him completely ignoring MC

Needless to say, they are not pleased

They just want to cuddle ffs

Well, if he likes this damn game so much, he can date it

MC is not going to deal with this

Well, at least Yoosung’s team won

So he finally leaves his gaming area to share this news with MC

Yeah, MC is not really impressed

Gives him the silent treatment

Yoosung starts tearing up 

“MC, did I do something wrong?” – no answer

Try to guess, you game junkie

It took him some time to figure out why MC is upset

-“Oh.. honey, I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll limit my gaming! D-don’t be angry with me, please?

MC is determined to keep their composure but he has this irresistible puppy look his face

It’s impossible to stay mad at him

Yoosung actually doesn’t game for a whole week after that

Instead he does little things for MC, like cooking them dinner or giving them flowers

Zen

MC was drowning in work for their finals 

They completely shut themselves away so nothing would bother them

So Zen was feeling a bit lonely

His text messages were left unanswered, and even the selfies he sent them didn’t get any reaction

He knew that MC was using one of those social media blocking apps but he was still upset

Then he started to worry

“But what if something happened to them? Even if it didn’t, they still should take breaks from time to time, I should go check up on them”

So he goes to their house

MC is glad to see him but too busy to entertain guests right now

“Help yourself to something from the fridge, but please don’t distract me, I have an essay due tomorrow and I need to focus”

Zen is very understanding

Turns out MC’s fridge is even emptier than Zen’s so he goes out to buy groceries and he also tidies up the apartment a little bit

All while giving MC space to study

Doesn’t stay the night, otherwise the beast will come out (and distract MC from their essay)

He made sure that MC is fine so he’s not very upset now

He will definitely catch up on their attention as soon as their finals are over

Jaehee

She has a gazillion of cat projects to work on

The poor girl runs solely on coffee and energy drinks

Naturally, she has no time for MC

They don’t even see her: she leaves for work when they’re still sleeping and comes home when they’ve already gone to bed

So MC thinks she doesn’t care about them anymore

Until one day she somehow gets home from work early

But MC completely ignores her

She sighs: “I know you must be upset that I have been very busy lately but you know that I have a lot of work”

Well, quit your job then – snaps MC

Jaehee is taken aback for a moment

“I can’t just.. do that… or can I?”

Why the hell not?

And that’s how jealous MC made Jaehee quit the job she didn’t enjoy and use her abilities for something more rewarding

Jumin

He’s a very busy workaholic, and MC is quite used to that

But lately it’s been too much; all these business trips, countless meetings, staying late at the office late far too often

MC was actually starting to suspect he was having an affair

So MC did the most logical thing imaginable – start being distant

Which puzzled Jumin a great deal because to him it seemed they were being irrational

“Go cuddle with your cat. Or with that girl you go to see when you claim you do extra paperwork late at the office..”

“MC, I’m not interested in women. Except for you, I mean. Things just have been hectic at the company. I’ll make it up to you”

Takes a couple of unplanned days off to spend them solely with MC

Seven

He was having one of his “I don’t deserve to be with them. I’ll ignore them until they lose interest and leave me” episodes

Well, two can play that game

If he doesn’t want that, MC is not going to bother him

Seeing them grow distant, Luciel starts to regret his choices

Suddenly completely changes his attitude and starts being super clingy

Which annoys MC

Until he opens up about how he really feels

That he doesn’t deserve them and that’s why he was ignoring them but would like to be with them, if they want it too

How could anyone be cross with him after this sentiment?

MC forgives him and they make up

Saeran

MC was busy with work and didn’t have much to pay attention to him

He claims he doesn’t care

He does

Saeran needs his daily dose of MC’s attention

Makes sure to be in the same room with them while completely avoiding contact

Just like a cat

A lot of hugs happen after MC is done

He craves that bodily contact even if he says he doesn’t need it