#got speakers today and cleared my desk:)

[unlimitedhorsepower]

How am I supposed to write in this toxic living environment

[tojipie]

welcome home <3

he’s unboxed ! who cheered. by far one of my most requested fics of all time. started this series 6 months ago and it remains one of my favs :,) this is by no means the end though ! i haven’t been writing any of the additions to this series in “order” and i am still 100% open to writing about his life inside/after prison lol. thank u to all the lovely ppl that have been showing love to these since april mwah mwah mwah mwah

as always, prison bf toji series linked here <3

content: (incarceration, fem reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, p in v smut, pining, road head, swallowing, creampie, dirty talk, multiple rounds)

“just step through here and—yep,” the guard waves his security want across your outstretched arms, clearing you to take your belongings from the conveyor belt.

you’d done this dance a hundred times over the past seven years, driving up to the district penitentiary twice a week to see your boyfriend—now fiancé.

toji told you he didn’t have it in him to wait, popping the question during a conjugal visit a month ago. 

the man had known he’d wanted to marry you even before he got locked up. the feeling was mutual, but unspoken, always hanging in the air between the two of you.

you on the other hand had known you wanted to marry toji the moment he whispered his first “i love you,” said to you through the crackly speaker of a burner phone on a night when neither of you knew if he’d be coming home or not.

you make a beeline for the release wing, breaking into a subtle jog without drawing too much attention to yourself. the bouquet of green flowers you’d bought at the grocery store jostles in your purse, leaving a breadcrumb trail of stray petals.

there, around a bend and down the corridor stands the man of your dreams, flanked by officers and personnel at the front desk. 

metal cuffs clack together as the man reaches to accept a clipboard from the release agent, skillfully uncapping the pen with his teeth to fill out the means for his freedom.

he looks up a split second before you speak, dropping the clipboard with an audible clatter. toji tears down the corridor with a look that speaks of relief beyond words.

“toji!” you yell, sprinting to the inmate with outstretched arms. you nearly trip over your own feet with how quick you barrel towards him.

warm bodies clash together at last, squeezing, cradling, and caressing every inch of each other at last. his law enforcement entourage watches from afar, some smiling, others annoyed.

you’re lifted clean off the ground as strong, tattooed arms slip over your head and around your body. thick fingers work their way into your hair, cradling your head to his shoulder. 

actions speak louder than words, you know that much from how quickly he buckles, dropping to his knees with your body still wrapped around his. 

toji smells different every time you come to visit. there were days when the tang of blood stuck to his skin no matter how hard he scrubbed, a telling sign of his short temper. 

other days he’d smell like the earth, soil from the rec field permeating his already brown garments after his morning run.

once in a while, you’d catch hints of industrial paint and car exhaust, a smell built up from hours of making license plates for pocket change from the state. “pennies,” he’d tell you, “that’s all we fucking get in here.”

today, toji smells like himself. like the man you fell in love with 7 years ago in the passenger seat of a BMW, gazing into green eyes while gentle hands brushed the hair from your face. 

you almost think he’s laughing until warm tears trickle through the porous fabric of your shirt. 

strong shoulders quiver as quiet sobs rack his body, you rub his back in small circles, unable to pull away with how tight he’s holding you against his chest.

“i love you,” the inmate whimpers, wiping hot tears with his sleeve. he pulls back to press your lips together, mumbling nonsense in between kisses.

“pretty girl—m’ sorry— missed you,” his hands shake as they curl into the fabric at your waist.

you’d seen him cry exactly twice in his life. the first being the night he’d opened up to you in full for the first time, quietly relaying stories of neglect and abuse from his childhood while you kissed tears from his cheeks.

the second was well, the day he went away.

to see him break down like this so openly was devastating. he hated being emotional, told you it was humiliating. you’re sure he felt more than vulnerable, the leader of the city’s biggest drug ring, crumpled on the floor of a prison hallway 

“it’s okay baby,” you tell him, still rubbing circles into his skin.

to touch him like this, at last, was unlike anything the two of you had been allowed to experience for the past 7 years. this wasn’t your two legally allowed hugs at the beginning and end of your visits, or a quick fuck in a storage closet.

this was love. to hold and be held in front of law enforcement personnel without threat of being reprimanded. this was the first time you had been allowed to feel him under the tips of your fingers with an audience, publicly declaring your claim on each other without fear. 

you never blamed toji for what had happened, as angry as you were that first year. he blamed himself enough for the both of you really. 

you’d come to learn over the years that it had already been too late for him to get out of his line of work way before you’d found each other, a cycle he couldn’t break.

prison was always a possibility, inevitable even. that’s just how it was.

you slowly gather your purse off the ground, cellophane-wrapped flowers coming into view. 

“for me?” he laughs, slightly embarrassed. dark green carnations, just like his eyes. 

“who else?” you tease, watching the distress melt from his face.

you share a look briefly, yours saying you’re safe with me. his saying i know.

the soft clicks of black work boots pull you from your thoughts, a female officer in tow.

“you guys ready to get started?” she asks softly, shooting you a sympathetic look.

toji stands with a chuckle, not letting you respond. silver cuffs dig into the meat of your thighs as you’re carried back to the group.

 ˚ ✧ ───────────

half an hour of paperwork for his freedom. that’s what you give the prison in exchange for his belongings and dignity. 

the waiting room is quiet, sterile air filtering through dated vents. calloused fingers rub over your ankle, legs propped up in his lap.

“feels like a hospital in here,” he mumbles, trying to cut through the silence.

the cuffs are gone, thank god. though you’re more than unhappy with the marks they left on his wrists. toji doesn’t seem to mind, used to almost a decade of this treatment.

the release desk worker slides you two a yellow bag under the glass divider once you finish your task, pointing you in the direction of the bathrooms in case toji wanted to change. 

the inmate—no, ex-inmate you remind yourself— hands you the bag with a disinterested look. 

he doesn’t want to remember, you realize. too scared to wear the suit he had on the day the world took you from him. you quickly trash the old clothes and hold out your shoulder bag to him, fresh clothes neatly folded inside. 

“always prepared huh?” toji smiles, grateful at the gesture. “haven’t changed a bit.”

you wait a couple of minutes outside the single-stall bathroom, physically picking your jaw up off the floor when he emerges.

to say that his old shirt fit would be... egregiously wrong. blasphemous even.

toji’s shirt doesn’t just “not fit”, it’s bursting at the seams as it struggles to accommodate his hulking form, stretching over plains of corded muscle like a rubber band pulled too tight. 

seeing him so often had likely gotten your brain used to the change, preventing you from realizing how fucking big your fiancé had gotten. truly.

the black garment is so tight against his body that it’s practically a second skin. you make note of the way it molds into the dips and curves of his abs, mentally reminding yourself to get him to wear it for you later. 

you suppose the change makes sense. if toji wasn’t with you on a day visit he was always in his cell, sticking to a strict workout regimen to take his mind off things. still, you rack your brain trying to pinpoint how and when such a massive transformation slipped your mind.

a tattooed hand snaps you out of your trance, cradling your cheek.

“you focused?” your fiancé teases, rubbing circles into your jaw with his thumb.

“i think that thing’s gonna explode if you move,” you swat his hand away. 

“would you rather i take it off to be safe?” he asks, jutting a thumb behind him at the waiting room desk.

the workers make no attempt to hide their oggling, faces pressed against the glass barrier separating your party from theirs.

“no— god keep it on,” you mutter, shooting them a nasty look.

“you and your girlfriend ready to go fushiguro?” an officer says, holding the door open for the both of you. toji squats down momentarily to get a grip on your thighs, folding you over his shoulder to carry you fireman style.

“wife,” he corrects, shouldering past the guard and trudging down the corridor with calculated steps.

the coos that ring out from the help desk are humiliating.

waxed tile fades into worn concrete as the two of you pass the threshold into the prison parking lot, your soon-to-be-husband muttering a curt “go fuck yourselves” to the officers who’d wished him good luck on his way out the door.

you’re proud of him for holding his tongue, in a way. knowing toji and his temper there were a hundred more creative and undoubtedly gruesome things he could have said to the personnel who’d kept him locked up for the better half of a decade. 

the world flips right side up again as you’re gently placed on your feet in front of the car. 

toji raises his head to the sky, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun.

“s’ nice,” he mumbles, reaching to intertwine your hands. “felt the sun during rev time but.. not like this.”

you hum, rubbing your thumb over tattooed knuckles. 

“get ready to experience a lot more sun then,” you giggle. “wanna have a look at the car?” the question is more of a rhetorical one at this point considering he’s already running his hand over the hood with a whistle.

“haven’t seen this baby in a while,” he smiles, internally gushing at your choice to welcome him to the world in the car he used to drive you home the night you met. your fiancé doesn’t have to say thank you, you know how grateful he is from his smile alone.

he falters for a bit, looking like a newborn fawn with how careful his steps are as he circles the vehicle. you figure wearing proper shoes instead of rubber slides must feel at least a little abnormal after 7 long years. 

“alright,” toji states, rolling his shoulders in his too-tight top. “fuck are we waiting for, i wanna go home.”

 ˚ ✧ ───────────

you pay no mind to toji the first time he turns to look at you, opening his mouth to say something before slumping back into his seat with a frustrated sigh.

the fourth time it happens, you speak up.

“what are you doing?” you laugh, eyeing him from the driver's seat

“getting rubbed to death by my fucking zipper,” he mutters, repositioning his lower half to take the pressure off his cock. his frustration isn’t aimed at you in the slightest, all blame placed on his bottoms.

oh.. oh.

the whirlwind of emotions toji had gone through in the past 3 hours alone had taken a toll on his mind and body. but tasting the first morsels of freedom with you, alone in a car that smelled like you? you’d be worried if he wasn’t hard.

you had no problem helping his little problem go away, the question was how soon.

the idea that piques on you is absolutely shameful, you’re not even sure where it came from but you don’t have it in you to care. 

you know this road, you’ve used it a thousand times to make the trip up to the penitentiary. judging by how long you’d been driving you’d say there was about 10 minutes left before ruler-straight tar merged into the twists and turns of the suburbs.

“when did your license expire?” you ask, cautiously peering in the rearview mirror. good, no cars.

“3 years ago,” he laughs, “why?”

fuck it, you think.

“you still remember how to steer?” 

“course i d— oh.”

it finally dawns on him. you smile, shooting him a look that says “want to?”

you’re sure you have your answer judging by how quick he shucks his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock from its confines.

“oh fuck,” he groans, struggling to keep his eyes open as your mouth presses against his base. 

your fiancé steers while your head bobs just beneath the dash, one hand on the wheel and the other placed firmly at the crown of your head, guiding you up and down the shaft.

your throat flexes around the intrusion, fighting the hulking feeling of his length mercilessly fucking into your mouth.

“fuck, perfect girl— my girl,” he shudders, hips moving to buck into your slick throat.

“gonna cum, gonna— shit,”

fingers kissed in dark ink massage your throat softly, urging you to swallow the hot load coating every inch of your mouth. you flutter around his length, pulling back to clean him off with your tongue.

“fucks gotten into you, pretty girl?” he whispers, so out of breath you barely hear him. 

 ˚ ✧ ───────────

you barely make it up the steps of the house before you’re shoved against the door, tattooed hands groping up and down your body with fervor.

“keys,” he says against your lips, “keys—fuck, now,” his voice is hoarser this time, desperation clear.

you whip around to jam the item into the lock, not unaware of the rock-hard dick grinding into your jean-clad ass from behind.

you’re being carried to the couch before you even step off the doormat, a stray throw blanket cushioning your fall as you’re pressed into squeaky leather. 

“won’t be gentle,” toji groans, ripping your jeans and panties down in one fluid motion.” can’t right now.”

“don’t be.” you say, rucking his shirt off his body surprisingly quick. “wouldn’t want you to.”

you needed him, needed toji to have his way with you. to christen your home round after round until you couldn’t feel where his body and yours ended.

when it came down to it, you suppose 

he smiles at the crude admission, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your drenched folds.

“filthy,” he mutters, said almost lovingly. toji grips his base and sinks to the hilt with a sharp groan, shuddering at the heat of your walls.

the stretch is delicious, filling you from every angle and pressing right against that special spot. you’re surprised at how easily he slams in, though you’re embarrassed to admit it was entirely because of how soaked you were. 

toji immediately pulls back with a flick of his hips, pistoning into you like his life depends on it. 

he hasn’t changed, you think. still so incredibly in tune with your body, skills that would put a pornstar to shame.

this was better than some quick closeted fuck under the cover of night after slipping a guard a rubber band of cash. this was primal, filthy. two bodies writhing against each other, the only goal being complete and utter pleasure. 

toji makes no effort to shush you like he would if you were sneaking around, basking in your sighs and whines like water from a stream.

“missed this,” he says, licking a long, wet stripe from your sternum to your pulse. “missed you, missed having you every day.”

“you’ll have me forever,” you moan, sucking a purple bruise into the tattooed skin of his throat.

thick fingers thread into your hair to hold you to his neck, silently commanding you to bite down.

and so you do. you bite down hard on the junction of his neck and shoulder, licking over pink teeth marks as his thrusts reach their maximum speed.

the pleasure you feel is blinding. stars explode behind your vision while the curve of his cock hits that heavenly spot in you just right. over, and over, and over.

your climax sneaks up on you before you can think, ripping a wail from the depths of your chest. toji’s thrusts falter to a halt as you lock down on him, pleasantly caught off guard by the vice grip you have around him.

“oh my g— holy shit,” he groans, mouth hanging open. dark brows furrow it to a look of pure pleasure, emerald eyes squeezing tight.

“keep going,” you mumble, scratching rivets down the skin of his back. “just keep fucking me please don’t stop please pl—”

“yeah? keep going?” he teases, groping at the swell of your breast. “greedy huh?”

you did want more, that was the thing. you just came the hardest you ever had in years but you’d be damned if he didn’t keep giving it to you.

brutal thrusts shake the frame of the couch. your bodies meld like they were made for each other, sharing pleasure in the comfort that came with the knowledge that the both of you intended to fuck until you physically couldn’t anymore.

“gonna come,” your fiancé pants, mouthing at the curve of one of your breasts. blunt teeth brush over the bud of your nipple, sending shockwaves down your spine

“inside, fuck—please,” you’re practically shaking.

“inside?” he repeats, the word rolling off his tongue like gold. “you want my seed? huh?” 

you nod, clutching to his naked back as he ruts into you, deeper than ever. strong hands grip the back of your thighs practically folding you in half, opening you up in ways you thought to be impossible.

hot release fills you up for the second time that day, shrouding your lower half in a blanket of warmth.

you sigh, low and satiated at the feeling inside of you, pulling toji to your chest when he collapses on top of you.

“we should probably..” toji trails off, completely out of breath. “should probably head upstairs.” he heaves, chest swelling with deep gulps of air.

“or we could go another round?” you mumble, throwing the question out there. 

“shit, yeah.. probably should right?” he chuckles

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[sherewrytes]

T. A. R (Time, Appreciation, Respect)

(I'll always want you part 2)

Synopsis: Ony was calling Y/N constantly these days, trying to always reach out to talk and say his piece. Y/N wasn't sure if she was ready for it.

C.W. Angst, Black coded reader, Drug use (weed). Song links used as reference.

Fanfic inspired by the following song.

Solange: Cranes in the sky

Link for part one here

Time had passed since your confrontation with Ony on that fateful night. The sting of betrayal still lingered, casting a shadow over your every thought and action. You still find herself unable to shake the memories of everything that took place between you and Ony and the raw emotions it had unleashed.

It's 2:30 AM. You lie awake, replaying the conversation with Ony in your mind. A part of you acknowledges he may be right, yet you find it impossible to converse without being overwhelmed by emotions.

You heard Annie out on her part to play in all this but not Ony. You didn't have class until 2pm today so you had enough time to sleep some more if needed. You got out of bed, stretched, went to your desk to journal to clear your mind.

You lit the candle on your desk, opened your journal and poured your feelings into it. The pen felt heavy in your hand, similar to how your heart felt in your chest. You wrote about the confusion swirling within you, torn between the logic of Ony's words and the ache of betrayal that still lingered deep within your soul. Memories flashed through your mind of happier times, of sad times and every moment in between. You knew you should hear him out but, you couldn't decide if you were ready or not.

You closed the journal and texted Sasha to see if she was awake. You needed someone to talk to. Sasha responded almost immediately saying she's in the area, so she'd be over in a few and she has Connie and Eren with her.

You sighed and responded. You went to your kitchen to make a quick midnight snack for you and your quests. 15 mins later, at your apartment is Sasha, Connie and Eren.

Connie: "Is it okay if I smoke in here. Between Uni, my music shit and other shit. I'm stressed out."

You: "It's cool. I do smoke sometimes, well used to with Ony. Speaking of Ony. He's been calling my phone nonstop.

*Turns to Eren* He said you've been on his ass about me. Eren the fuck you on boy.

Eren sighed "Look I'm just looking out for him. Ony is taking this harder that I've seen him take anything. Him and I go way back. Ony only shows up to class, messages me for some weed well hella weed. He aint even in the studio much either."

You knew Eren, Connie, Mikasa and Ony were music majors at Paradis University which you all attended. Eren was the lowkey producer type that makes beats to rival the greats. Connie is a rising hip hop artist and Ony is a cross between Trap Soul and Rap. Mikasa was the soulful girl with a beautiful voice. You knew Ony never missed studio time for nothing, so you knew he was struggling.

"When last did he show up." Y/N asked Eren with some concern in her tone.

"Probably 2 months ago before that it was 3 months before that. Look you don't have to force yourself to talk to him or bear his wounds or help him heal from the mess he made on his own. It ain't your job to, What I'm asking is if you can hear him out even if its 5 minutes if you can't then Imma tell him to drop it."

You sat in silence for a bit truly wondering what to do, so you turned to Sasha. "Honestly I want to hear him out, I do but I need more time. I know everyone thinks I forgave Annie so easy, but Ony and I had something deeper than Annie and I had even with our years of friendship. Ya we were fighting and at odds that time but..I know I'm being dumb cause Annie is just as responsible as he was. I just need to clear my head some more."

Connie took a toke of his joint and passed it to Eren then Eren to Sasha. Sasha pulled out her phone and connected it to the speakers in your apartment and started playing L.E.S by Childish Gambino. They all passed the joint around the room you took a few hits here and there. Eren was mindlessly scrolling through his IG to see Ony posted a 15 sec video on IG with a link in the caption to his YouTube to his latest track Amphetamine.

Eren blurted out with a bit of shock, "What the fuck, Ony just dropped a new song. It looks like he changed his artist's name from Ony to Soro. I mean he mentioned the change last time he came in the studio. Yo Sasha disconnect real quick lemme listen to this real quick."

Sasha disconnected her phone to allow Eren to pull up the track. " The song is almost 8 mins WTF is Ony on" Eren says.

The beat kicks in with this smooth, laid-back vibe that immediately hooks you in. Everyone's silent giving the track a listen.

" It's like an amphetamine, how it marinate on my mind (stuck on me, yah) Got no doubt I'll be alright, if I just make it through the night."

You can hear, almost feel the range of emotions in the song. You can hear Ony's voice pouring out his feelings. The beat changes around 2:48 seconds in giving a whole different vibe to the song.

"Shawty cold as December, I still fold her, no Manila B-b-b-brr wit me baby, I hibernate, smoke the lettuce."

Everyone was vibing with the song until they heard Mikasa's voice drop on the track around 4:28 Everyone a bit surprised since Mikasa doesn't easily do features even if it's with her friends. Connie laughed a bit "He got Mikasa on this with him. Damn he really went all out. Aye Eren aint this the same beat he said he didn't want around 5 maybe 6 months ago?" Eren laughed thinking back to when he played this beat for Ony, and he said he hated it. Ony owed him big time for this, but he'll circle back to it. As the song finished. You sat with your eyes full of tears. You thought to yourself that you could feel every emotion Ony sang about in the song. The loss of their relationship, his struggles with his mental health and so much more.

Connie was the first the chime in when the song ended "Damn that was.... deep." "Yah it was Ony really flipped the script on this one." Eren chimed in.

Eren got a notification that Ony was live on IG. He clicked on it. He saw he was talking about his just dropped song and other usual shit that's going on in his life.

Ony's eyes were the newfound usual shade of slight bloodshot red from smoking and hardly any sleep. He was reading off a comment asking him who inspired him to write the song. he responded with "Someone but also no one."

Ony's voice flowed through the speakers in your apartment causing Eren to disconnect his phone to watch the live a bit easier.

He commented saying "Fire track man, wish you'd let me know you were droppin a song man."

Ony read the comment out loud and smirked and said "Sorry man. I wanted it to be a personal project, but I owe you one big time for the beat."

Ony and Eren were engaging in their usual banter in the comments of Ony's Instagram live. You were deep in thought when Ony read aloud a comment from someone claiming his song was inspired by his ex-girlfriend. Ony and you had a semi-public relationship, which is due to his rising fame as a Trap Soul/rap artist.

Ony sighed, his mind drifting back to the last time he saw you in person, when you came to return his belongings from your place. He had seen you around campus since then, but it simply wasn't the same. His response was "It was inspired by pain. Pain of loss, loss of love, loss of hopes, loss of dreams. Loss of self. She's part of something I lost in my life."

Ony paused, his gaze drifting off as he recalled the bittersweet memories. He took a deep breath, trying to push away the ache in his chest as he continued, his voice laden with emotion. "So yeah, she's part of what I lost, but 'Amphetamine' is also about finding myself again. It's about reclaiming my voice, my truth, and pouring it all out into my music."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, though sadness lingered in his eyes. "Maybe one day she'll hear this song and understand. Understand that she's not just a memory, but a muse who ignited something within me, something I'll carry with me forever."

With that, Ony concluded, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. The live disconnected indicating he ended it abruptly.

As the live session ends abruptly, the room falls into a heavy silence. You, sits with a mix of emotions swirling within yourself. Ony's words echo in your mind, resonating deeply with your own conflicted feelings. You can't shake the sense of nostalgia and longing that his music and words evoke. Sasha breaks the silence, her voice soft yet determined. "Y/N, are you okay?" she asks, her concern evident.

You took a moment to collect your thoughts before responding. "I don't know, Sasha," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sasha nods understandingly, her eyes reflecting empathy. "I get it. It's hard to hear someone express their pain so openly, especially when it's intertwined with your own." Eren chimes in, his tone reflective. "Yeah, but maybe that's what he needs right now. It's better than him bottling it up and tryna smoke it all away."

Connie exhales a puff of smoke, his expression contemplative. "True, but it's also a lot to unpack. Y/N, you don't have to rush into anything. Take your time to process everything, to figure out what you need and want. What Ony did was messed up"

You nod, grateful for your friends' support. "Thanks, guys. I think…I think I need some time alone to sort through my thoughts."

With that que, Eren, Sasha and Connie left your apartment. you walk through your apartment heading to your room, the melody of Ony's song still echoing in your mind. Your emotions even more confusing than when you talked to Ony earlier. You looked at the time. It was almost 5 am. You decided to shower and head back to bed, hoping to get some rest before class.

Your mind was restless, torn between Ony's latest track and his words during the IG live, you were conflicted. On one hand, you acknowledged missing him, but on the other, infidelity was something you could never condone in a relationship. You recognized a desire to listen to his explanation, yet you feared your heart might not endure his version of the events.

The weight of Ony's words hangs heavy in the air, suffocating your mind with intense thoughts. Alone amidst the dim glow of your bedside lamp, the words "Maybe one day she'll hear this song and understand." taunt you with the possibility of reconciliation and closure. You thought to yourself "How could I ever hope to understand the depths of his pain when my own wounds still bleed with the memory of his betrayal?"

Finally entering your room, you sink onto the edge of the bed, burying your face in trembling hands, desperate to silence the cacophony of thoughts threatening to consume you.

"Take your time to process everything, to figure out what you need and want." Connie's words echo faintly in her mind. With a trembling sigh, you rise from the bed, your steps faltering as you make your way to the bathroom. The steady stream of water cascades over your trembling form, washing away the tears that stain your cheeks.

"It's 5 am. I should try to get some rest before class," you think to yourself. Climbing out of the shower, your limbs feel heavy. Wrapping yourself in a towel, the fabric offers a feeble shield against the lingering chill. You dress slowly, abandoning your usual routine for the simple comfort of bed, seeking to calm your mind. Eventually, you drift into sleep, the confusion in your heart, perhaps even greater than before.

*Slight Time Skip*

You finished up her class for the evening, your Textile Science class drained your mind. you run into Eren, Connie, Armin and Pieck in the courtyard chattin it up.

"Yo, Y/N!" Armin hollered, his grin wide as he motioned for her to come over. You gave a small nod, casually strolling over as they kept chattin'. It helped take your mind off things for a sec.

"So, y'all ready for tonight?" Armin asked, his eyes sparklin' with excitement. "Tonight?" you echoed, feeling a bit lost.

Armin leaned in closer, speakin' low like it was a secret. "The party, It's goin' down at my place. everybody's rolling through." You thought about if Ony was gonna be there since going Armin's parties was one of their go to things as a couple.

You shifted uncomfortably, tryna come up with an excuse to bail but before you could say anythin', Sasha and Mikasa slid through, bringin' a burst of energy to the scene. "Hey, y'all!" Sasha greeted; her smile infectious as she pulled you into a hug.

Mikasa gave a nod, her expression serious as she peeped Y/N with concern.

"Y/N, you gotta come through tonight," Pieck chimed in, her voice smooth and persuasive. "You never show up to the parties, and it's gonna be lit." Y/N hesitated, caught between the comfort of being alone and the fear of missing out on the squad's vibe.

Just then, Ony strolled past, casting a shadow over Y/N's mood. She felt a surge of anger bubbling up inside, memories of their messy situation flooding back.

Armin, clueless as ever, turned to Ony with a hopeful grin. "Yo, you coming tonight, Ony?"

Ony glanced at you for a sec before turning back to Armin, his face unreadable. But before he could answer, you spoke up with fire in your voice. "I ain't showing if he's gonna be there," you stated, pointing your finger at Ony with a fierce look.

The air got heavy; the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Y/N's heart raced as she waited for Ony's response. But instead of coming back at you, Ony just nodded quietly, his eyes holding a hint of regret before he dipped out.

You caught the concerned glances of your friends. You knew your emotions were a bit confusing being torn between wanting to hear him out, missing him then not wanting to be around him. Even though almost much time had passed, her emotions still felt raw.

You looked around to your friend group who was gauging your reaction to seeing Ony. Each stare, felt like a trap a push to make a decision you weren't ready for.

"I can't do this," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper as you took a step back, your eyes darting between your friends and a mental escape route. Sasha's hand on your arm stopped you in your tracks, her grip firm yet gentle. "You can't run from this forever, Y/N, you're gonna have to address this or find the will to move on" she said softly, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding. You stared at Sasha's face trying to gauge her facial expression and reaction "I know, Sash I know." you whispered hoarsely, your voice cracking with emotion. "But I'm not ready to face him, not yet. I don't know if I ever will be."

With that said you turned and left them there, briskly walking back to catch an uber back to your apartment.

----------------------------While you left-----------------------------------

Eren stared at Armin, scoffing with annoyance "Bro, how you gonna forget they ain't together no more? Ony straight up did her dirty with Annie."

Armin sighed and took a step back. "I know but they're both my friends and I want them both to be happy and come out more. guess I messed up by asking them out around each other. It's just that we hardly get to chill with both of them around, you know...it's tough."

Eren shook his head, his frustration evident in his furrowed brow. "I get that, Armin, but you gotta realize it's not just about them being happy. Ony really hurt Y/N, man. And seeing him around just brings back all that pain."

Armin's shoulders slumped in defeat, his expression reflecting the weight of his guilt. "I know, Eren, I know," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I just... I don't know how to fix this mess."

Sasha, who had been listening quietly, spoke up with a sympathetic tone. "Maybe there's no quick fix, Armin. Sometimes all we can do is give them space and time to heal, you know?"

Connie nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "Yeah, sometimes the best thing we can do is just be there for them when they're ready to talk or when they need us."

Armin sighed; his gaze heavy with regret. "You're right," he admitted, a sense of resignation settling over him. "I just hope they both find their way through this, somehow."

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[pandorxxx]

In Tune…

Neteyam (20) x avatar fem reader (19)

(Shout out to @st-cass for the title🫶🏽)

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, light cursing, p in v, pinning, oral (69), praise kink, spitting, creampie.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

It had been about 6 months since you first came to pandora. You were getting along well with the scientists, and even getting close to some Navi. One of them including Neteyam. You two were almost inseparable, always hanging around eachother in your free time. If he wasn’t showing you the forest, and teaching you about his culture, you were teaching him about your home. He grew very fond of learning more about earth, and where you came from.

The one thing he enjoyed the most, was the music. Of course there was music played at special ceremonies, and celebrations in the Navi culture, but not nearly as broad as earth’s catalog.

Today, you two were in your room that was situated in the lab, listening to your playlist on the Bluetooth speakers you attached to the wall. You laid across your bed, nodding your head to the music, and Neteyam sat in your desk chair, wheeling back and forth.

“I like this one, what is it called?” He asked, sitting back in the chair. “Lost by frank ocean. I didn’t think you would like this one that much.” You chuckled, turning your head to him.

“I like the umm…” he snapped his fingers with closed eyes, trying to remember the words you taught him to describe music.

“me-lo-dy? I like the MELODY!” He spat, shaking his head as he chuckled to himself. You laughed out loud as your tail tapped the bed from amusement.

“Haha! Good job!” you shouted, sitting up on your bed. “To get the best vibes, i do this.” You spoke before grabbing your led light remote, Turning them on. Neteyams eyes lit up, looking around at the room.

“Aes- Aesthe-tics, right?” He asked, amazed at the change in scenery. You nodded your head, flickering between the lights. You finally set your mind on red.

“Yup!” you chuckled. The aura was immediately ripped away as you heard the beginning beat of the nastiest song you had in your play list.

“I gotta lot of cash.

I don’t mind spendin it.

Yeah…”

“Oh shit.”

Horror swept across your face, as you scrambled to get over to the phone on the desk behind Neteyam. He stopped you, placing his hand on your stomach.

“Wait, I like this one. The beat is nice, no?” He asked, looking up at you with the most innocent smile. Wiz Khalifa’s part was almost over, and you were completely mortified at the mere thought of The Weeknd’s part starting.

“I haaate this song, I forgot to delete it.” You laughed nervously, reaching over him to grab your phone. He stood to his full height, grabbing the phone before holding it over his head. You were practically climbing on him, trying to save yourself the embarrassment.

“What’s wrong with you?” He chuckled.

“Why are you being so wei-“ he was cut off by The Weeknd, singing his infamous part of this song.

“Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah?

You can ride my face until you’re dripping cum.”

His ears perked up, and his eyes widened. You let him go, stepping back before face palming. You were horrified, and his reaction made it worse. It was clear that he got every word. His attention shifted to the phone, then back at you.

“Before you say anything. I tried to cut it off.” You spoke softly, holding your hands up in surrender. He looked at you with so much confusion, tracing your small stature with his eyes.

“Is this something you want?” He asked, tilting his head. Your stomach dropped, the embarrassment washing over you.

“I-umm, what are you talking about?” You smiled nervously, shaking your head “no” as a way to let him know that this was just a big misunderstanding.

“You said that you listened to music that expressed your true feelings, right?” He asked, placing your phone on the desk behind him, still keeping eye contact with you. You gulped loudly, scanning the room nervously.

“Well, yeah to a certain ext-” he cut you off, taking his belt off, laying it across the desk next to your phone.

“And what extent is this?” He challenged with a slight smirk, crossing his arms as he undressed you with his eyes. You were completely, and utterly speechless. You couldn’t form one completely thought. Beads of sweat started forming on your forehead, and your hands became clammy. Your heart was beating so hard that you were almost sure he could see it from where he was standing.

“Can you lick the tip and throat that dick or nah?

Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?”

It was a lot of awkward silence as the song rang through your room, and the red led’s just put the icing on the cake.

“Well, can I?” He asked, taking off his neck piece. “c-can you what?” You asked, wiping your sweaty forehead.

“Can I stretch you out?” He licked his bottom lip, staring directly at your loincloth before trailing his gaze back up to yours. You let out a nervous chuckle, backing away from him.

“I-it’s just a song Neteyam.” You said in a shaky voice, scanning his lustful demeanor. He started walking closer to you, as you took the same amount of steps back, running into the wall.

He aggressively slapped his hand on the wall behind your head, making you gasp. He bent down to your ear, pulling you into him by your waist.

“Is you really bout your money or nah?

Can you really take dick or nah?

Can I bring another bitch or nah?

Is you with the shits or nah?”

“You think you can take me?” He whispered in his melodic tone, attacking your neck with wet kisses. You let out a soft moan, holding his huge arm in yours. He picked you up by your thighs, throwing you on the bed.

He stood in between your legs, untying his loincloth as you traced your hand down his flexed abs. His hard cock sprung out, hitting the palm of your hand.

“Can you take this?” He asked throwing his loincloth into the corner of the room. “Maybe.” you spat, looking into his dark eyes.

“Wrong answer.” He growled laying on the bed next to you before pulling you onto him backwards. “Neteyam, what are you doing?” You panted, feeling your loincloth being teared in two.

“I’m listening to the song.” He muttered before French kissing your cunt, flicking your clit with his warm tongue.

“Shittt!” You squealed, gripping his thighs to keep you up right. You looked down to be met with his hard cock, desperate for attention. You were practically foaming at the mouth, so ready to taste him as the song filled your head with filthy thoughts.

You palmed his cock, hungrily attaching your mouth to his length. He groaned into your cunt, sending vibrations through your entire body.

Your eyes rolled back briefly, as you engulfed his entire cock. You gagged loudly, bobbing your head up and down on him slowly. In turn, Neteyam spread your cheeks wider, sucking on your clit gently.

“You like that, baby?” he whispered into your cunt, smacking your ass. “Mhmmm!” you hummed on him, using your hand to stroke his length as you twirled your tongue around his tip.

“Mmm, s-so good at this!” He moaned, flicking his tongue at a fast pace. You lifted your head alittle, moaning out loud. He continued, pushing you down further onto his face.

“Cum for me, just like the song says!” He growled, completely devouring you. You detached from him briefly, spit falling from your chin as your mouth flew opened.

“Ohhh neteyammm!” You whined loudly, bouncing on his tongue. He held his tongue out, letting you go to work. The knot in your stomach was tightening, warning you that your orgasm was approaching quickly.

You spit on his cock, jerking him off as you moaned loudly at the friction of his tongue slapping against your sensitive clit.

“I-im gonna cum!” You whimpered, speeding up your pace on both his cock, and his tongue.

��Mhmm, I wanna taste you.” He muttered, grabbing your ass, flicking his tongue at the speed of light. Your legs started shaking uncontrollably as your eyes rolled back.

“Baby, I’m fucking cumming!” You screamed, throwing your head back in pure bliss. Your juices flowed direction down his throat, as he guzzled them. You rocked back and forth on his face gently, riding out your high.

You got off of him lazily, legs still shaking from your orgasm. “Oh don’t get tired on me, I’m not done with you yet.” He grinned, picking you up off of the bed. He walked you over to your desk, swiping everything off of it aggressively before placing you on it.

“You want me to fuck you right here? Isn’t that what he said?” He whispered in your ear, feeling you up with his large hands. You grabbed his face, kissing his lips greedily. “Mhmm!” You hummed against his soft lips. He parted your legs slightly, pressing his hard cock against your entrance before sliding in slowly.

Your back arched immediately, pressing your breasts against his chest. “So fucking big!” You muttered with a clenched jaw, looking into his eyes. “Mhmm I know.” He whispered, locking eyes with you. He lifted your leg alittle, giving him more access to thrust into you slowly.

He leaned in to kiss you, sliding his tongue inside of your mouth. You sucked on it before twirling your tongue around his. You bit his lip, bending it back before letting it go. He deemed this the perfect time to speed up the pace, massaging your sweet-spot with every thrust.

“YES! *thrust* YES! *thrust* YES! *thrust*” you whined, voice going up an octave with every thrust.

“Feels good, yes?” He moaned with his mouth parted slightly, watching your face ball up in pleasure. “Ohhhh, you’re fucking me so-sooo good!” You cried throwing your head back. He grabbed your exposed neck, using it as leverage to thrust into you hard and deep.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded, and you obliged, sticking your tongue out. He let his spit slowly fall into your mouth as he rutted into you. You swallowed hungrily, licking your lips before locking eyes with him. The song filled your ears, along with skin clapping and loud moaning.

“Keep saying you a freak,

you gon’ prove it or nah?

His bitch keep lookin at me

she choosin or nah?”

“I’m stretching this tight little pussy just right, aren’t I?” He asked in his melodic tone before taking his bottom lip in between his teeth. You nodded, taking in his appearance; the way his braids fell on either sides of his face, the sweat dripping off of his face down into your lap, the way his muscle definition sharpened under the red lights. He was sending you over the edge.

“N-Neteyam I-I’m-” you stuttered, Neteyam cutting you off by rolling his hips into yours, massaging your sweet spot with his swollen tip.

All you could do was scream, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him in closer. He felt you clenching around him, signaling that your orgasm was coming, and he wasn’t far behind.

“You’re gonna make me cum!” You screamed, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He held your legs up slightly, by the bend of your knee’s. He sped up, and you could feel every vein on his cock, massaging your sweet walls. And with that, you squirted hard, convulsing and moaning loudly.

“Yeah, just like that baby. I’m right behind you.” He chuckled, watching you fall apart before pulling you back, kissing your lips.

Don’t play with a boss, girl take it off.

Take it for a real one, you gon’ get it all.

He pulled away from the kiss, taking you off of the table before turning you around, bending you back over the table. He slammed into you, holding you down by the back of your neck.

“Ohhh my God, Neteyammmm!” you whined gripping the sides of the table as he thrusted into you fast, searching for his orgasm.

“I’m almost done baby, you’re taking me like a good girl!” He grunted, bending down to leave wet kisses on your spine. You could feel him brushing against your tender sweetspot, sending you into a frenzy.

You started throwing it back on him, trying to chase your orgasm for the third time tonight. “Mhmmm, taking this dick so well.” He growled slapping your ass. You bit your lip, looking back at him.

“I-I’m cummingggg!” You whined, locking eyes with him. Your mouth flew opened as you started shaking again, screaming his name as you squirted all over him.

“Keep looking at me just like that. I’m gonna cum so deep inside of you!” He moaned, bending down to engage in a passionate kiss. Before he knew it, he was moaning into the kiss, painting your sweet walls with his seed. He thrusted into you slowly, riding out his high.

“Gon’ and make that ass clap”

“Gon’ and make that ass clap”

He slapped your ass again, pulling out slowly, watching his cum drip out of you. “Mmm we should do this more often.” He chuckled, rubbing your back. You nodded, still laying on the table.

The song finally turned off, immediately going to the next one:

“ Freak me baby (x4)

Baby let’s get naked,

just so we can make sweet love.”

Your ears perked up, and your eyes widened. “Damn, another one?” He asked. “I could do this all fucking night!” He growled, slapping your ass again before positioning himself behind you, sliding into you slowly.

What did you get yourself into…

This made me feel some thannngsss. Y’all know I had to add sweet love in there somewhere LMFAOOO. Ugh I hate to admit it, but y’all were right about the song choice or whatevaaa😒. As always, love y’all to death, and I’ll talk to y’all later.

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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[stairain]

Impatience.

Your patience was hardly that of a saint, so it’s no surprise when Spencer’s forced to leave work to fuck you. 

Warnings: Sub Spence, female masturbation, fingering, missionary, quickie, degradation. 

WC: 4.4K

It was like a force of habit at this point as you pick up your phone with a mischievous smile on your face, quickly opening Spencer’s contact and calling him. Sitting in bed, you listened as the tone rang as you waited for him to pick up.

No more than a few seconds pass before he’s picking up, his soft voice traveling through the speakers.

"Hello?"

Spencer was in the bullpen, his desk clear except for a cup of coffee and a few files piled in front of him. He was looking over one of the cases with an intent expression; until the buzzing of his phone snapped him out of his trance.

Leaning back against the headboard of your bed, you smile and speak in a gentle tone, not trying to give away anything just yet.

“Hi, baby.. Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“No, no not at all. Everything’s good here, and I’m happy you called. How are you doing today? Is everything alright?”

He leaned back in his chair, listening to you intently. He was still busy with the case files, but right now you were more important and as usual, he dropped everything to care for you.

You take a deep sigh, clearly dramatic, as your next words have a hint of a pout laced in them. He knows you so well he can already imagine the expression on your face. 

“I just miss you so much, baby.. I’m so bored at home alone without you here.”

He smiled. He was glad to hear you missed him, but he was also concerned that you were bored– he didn't like the idea of you being alone, worried at home. That wasn't right, but regardless, he couldn’t do anything.

"I'm sorry, baby."

Spencer paused to take a sip of his coffee, swallowing the hot liquid before he spoke again.

"Is there anything I can do for you? I can't get away right now, but let me know and I'll keep it in mind for when I come home tonight."

You can hear the ever so subtle implication in his words, and you bite your lip, running your free hand over your bare skin. Before you even called him you had already shed off all your clothing. You sat underneath the soft covers of your bed completely bare, but he didn’t have to know that. 

“I’ve got a few ideas.”

Spencer's face flushed scarlet as you spoke. He realized what you meant, and he chuckled.

"Are you.." His tongue ran across his lips and he swallowed. "Are you implying what I think you are?" His heart was beating fast and he found himself short of breath already.

You go quiet for a few moments before speaking with a small moan accompanying your words. Having an inkling to what you were doing and yet not being let in on the details was driving him wild. 

“Maybe I am.. I just miss you so much baby, I can’t help myself.” 

He gulped, his thoughts spinning in his head and making him dizzy. It was a difficult position to be in, and he found his heart thundering in his chest as he weighed out his options.

“I..well, I miss you too. But-“ He hesitated, torn between what he wanted and what was right. “We..shouldn’t. What if someone found out?”

A soft groan leaves your lips and rings in his ear, taunting him. You swallow back another moan as you speak to him.

“Is there anyone near you right now?”

He glanced over his shoulder before he spoke, and then replied.

“Just my colleagues. They’re all busy working; they won’t hear us.” 

Despite his words, his voice was still hushed. A little part of him knew it was wrong; and yet he wanted so badly to do it.

Your breathing quickens as you begin to touch yourself, gentle fingers running over your slickened folds, teasing yourself. Your soft and gentle sighs and moans travel through the speaker to his ears, he swallows, trying to ignore how quickly his cock fills in his pants.

“God I wish you were here, I need you so badly.”

Spencer glanced over his shoulder cautiously once more, but they were still all busy. 

“I wish I was there too..I want you more than anything right now.”

“What would you do to me if you were here?”

You place the phone on the pillow next to your head and continue to run your hands all over your body. One was reaching up to cup your breast, and the other was toying with your clit. 

Spencer sighed heavily, and swallowed. He had to try and keep this business-like; he was at work, he couldn’t let his feelings get too out of control.

“If I were there.. I-I’d kiss you.. and then I’d pull you close to me. And I’d..I’d hold you in my arms until we both fell asleep.” He was lying, of course, but he was trying very hard to be good and not tell you what he really wanted to do. 

You scoff lightly in amusement before taking a deep breath and halting your movements.

“Do you have headphones, baby?”

He tilted his head, confused by the request. But he still found himself looking through his bag and cabinets for a pair. 

“I do have headphones. Why?” He couldn’t understand how headphones were related to this conversation, but he was curious to see what you would say.

“You have a lot of work to get back to, don’t you, Spence?”

Dancing around his question, you inquire back to him. Your voice was sultry and seductive, he couldn’t possibly resist anything you said when you talked like this.

He gulped heavily, trying very hard to resist his temptation. But he was weak for you, and he was easily swayed when you spoke to him this way, or in any way, really. He would do anything you wanted.

"Ye-Yes..I do."

“Then, I want you to get back to those files of yours. Get your work done, but you have to listen to me touch myself to the thought of you while you work. Got it?”

Spencer gulped heavily at your words, a deep scarlet flush making its way into his cheeks and causing a small sweat to break out on his temples.

"R-right. Um, yes. O-okay."

He took his headphones from his bag and put them on, his hands shaking a little as he listened to your instructions. He sat back down in his chair, trying his best to get back to work.

“Good boy. I don’t want to hear a word from you, alright? Just focus on getting your work done.” 

Your hand slithers down between your thighs as you speak, ghosting over your glistening cunt once more. 

"Yes, ma'am," Spencer murmured. He was already getting more flustered than he liked. No noises–that was all he had to do. He focused on trying to work, doing his best to fight the urges he was feeling in his body. He struggled not to make a noise, to make any sound that would let everyone around him know just the kind of person he is.

“Wouldn’t want your coworkers to know how much of a slut you are for me, hm?”

The rhetorical question taunted him as you began to run your fingers over yourself, moaning teasingly at your own touch. Your finger swirled against your folds. 

He gulped as he heard your degrading words, his heart beginning to pound hard as he heard the way you spoke down to him. He shifted uneasily in his seat, trying his best to resist the urge to respond to your words as his cock practically jumped in his boxers.

Moving your hands quicker over your sensitive skin, you tease him even further. The image of him falling apart in his chair, trying his hardest to focus despite you moaning into his ear so irresistibly, it was driving you crazy.

“I bet you’re so hard right now.. Hiding it under your desk.. God I wish you were here touching me instead.”

You sink a finger into your soaked hole, throwing your head back against the pillow and clenching your thighs around your own arm at the feeling.

The thought of you imagining him that way made him involuntarily groan, and he shifted in his seat again, the hardness in his pants quickly becoming unbearable. He was fighting for his life here, resisting like nobody's business.

He could hear his heart racing and he was sweating like an inexperienced marathon runner. But you were driving him wild– he knew he was exactly where you wanted him.

“Yes, ma’am.. I-I am.” His voice was shaky, his breath shuddering. He kept his eyes focused on his papers, not reading over a single word but instead just staring at the ink, entranced by you.

“I wish I could touch you, take care of you like you deserve.” 

You pumped your middle finger in and out of you, just as he would. The same speed, same rhythm, in a fleeting attempt to replicate what it’d be like if he were actually here. 

He shivered at the thought. His attention was torn–on one hand he wanted to keep working.. but on the other he needed this more than anything. His legs shook as he crossed his legs and desperately tried to resist. 

He gulped. Your voice was so soft and sultry as you whimpered into the phone, and he found it nearly impossible to pull himself away. He could only imagine what you must be going through right now without him.

“Ma’am..”

You had him right where you wanted him. His breathing was heavy and uneven and it was beginning to sound like he might hyperventilate, but he was powerless to stop it now.

“Hm? What do you need, baby?”

Spencer tried to speak, but found it nearly impossible to formulate a proper sentence. His eyes squeezed shut as he settled for the easiest answer.

“Y-you.” 

It was all he could force himself to say in the moment. His voice was strained and quiet, but he couldn’t take back what he said, nor did he want to.

“What about me, baby?”

“I think..I think it’s obvious.”

A low laugh comes through the phone, the sound making his heart stop.

“What, thinking about how badly you want to fuck me? Hm?”

His mouth dropped open as he heard your vulgar words, lips quivering.

“W-well, uh..I wouldn’t–wouldn’t say that quite like that.” He tried to laugh lightly, but it came out as a stutter. His face was burning hot, a dusty red blush covering his skin.

“How would you say it then, baby?”

He took a deep breath and exhaled. He was trying to say the right thing without losing too much pride– and yet, you were making that impossible.

“Well..” He started, but stopped, cutting himself off. “I guess what I mean is..”

He sighed and was silent for a moment before admitting defeat. 

“Well actually, I think that’s a pretty accurate way to put it.”

Laughing softly into the phone, you crane your neck back into the pillow as your ring finger joins the middle one sunken deep into your pussy. You can feel your stickiness coating your palm as you tease him.

“Yeah? How naughty of you, Spence. I bet you’re just a mess right now, hm?”

You had thrown him completely off-kilter, his mind spinning. He was actually making some progress with his work before you called, and now looking down at the paper was like deciphering an entirely new language.

How could you do this to him so easily? He thought he was strong, but he was weak in the face of everything you made him feel.

“Keep those pretty hands to yourself, baby.. If I find out you snuck off to the bathroom to touch yourself instead of waiting until you got home, there’ll be a problem. Understood?”

Your voice was breathy and trembling as the pleasure was growing and growing with each thrust you dealt to yourself. You were enjoying teasing him far too much, and it showed.

The threat of punishment sent a shiver through him but he couldn’t help feeling excited at the prospect of it as well– and so he swallowed and nodded.

“Yes, ma’am.” He exhaled deeply, letting your noises flood his ears as his eyes slowly fluttered shut. But he was rudely forced out of his euphoric headspace when one of his co-workers came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his trance.

“Reid?”

Spencer jumped at the sound of his colleague. He was startled by the touch and clumsily took his headphones off immediately, knocking them off his head and into his lap.

“What is it?” He asked, still flushed. “Is everything okay?” He glanced around the room, looking to see who needed him. He had lost track of time for a few minutes, and now he was worried that people were wondering what he was up to this time. 

When you heard Spencer go silent on the other end, and the faint voice of another person, a wicked smile crept onto your face. Your movements sped up and you almost choked on a loud moan that effortlessly spilled from your mouth. The phone picked up every noise from you, taunting him and blasting into the headphones that lay in his lap as he tried to speak to his coworker.

Spencer gulped heavily and his eyes widened almost comically at the sound of your cry. It sent a wave of excitement and nervousness through him even as he tried to regain his composure in front of his colleagues. His own breathing was labored and he could feel his heart beating faster than it had before. He cleared his throat and spoke in a quiet voice, praying that no one heard you.

“Sorry about that.” He said to his coworker, accidentally cutting him off as your noises only grew, no doubt trying to get him in trouble. “Uh.. I just got a call from my wife. Excuse me.”

He stood up and walked to a quieter corner of the room so that he could hear you better. He felt a dozen eyes watching him, and tried his best to ignore them as he fastened the headphones back on his head. 

“Baby, I miss you so much. I need you so badly..” You dragged your voice out in a needy whimper, eyes rolling back into your head as the pleasure filled your body. The insides of your thighs were drenched and your walls were gushing your arousal against the blankets under you. 

He shuddered and closed his eyes tightly. He struggled to breathe through it; his mind had gone blank and his muscles were tensing up.

“I..I need you too,” His words were soft and hoarse, a moan escaping his lips as he spoke. His hands were tight fists by his sides as his tongue darted across his lips, nails digging into his palm to try and keep himself composed. He kept his eyes closed tight, praying desperately that nobody would hear.

“Come home baby, please.”

Spencer glanced around the room, and saw that all his coworkers had gone back to their own work, thankfully not dwelling on his outburst for too long.

“I-I can’t.” He whispered back, “I have..work to do.”

His voice was quiet but his heart was beating fast and heavy. He had to be strong– he had to maintain his composure, and as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t leave his job unfinished. But at the same time, the idea of making you wait for him was almost unbearable.

Taking a staggering breath and removing your hands from yourself, you pant loudly and try to hold back another desperate moan.

“G-God.. Spence, I need you.”

Spencer heard the need in your voice and it filled him with guilt. He couldn’t tell you no, not when he was suffering through this too. “I need you too,” He whispered, his voice shaking as he looked up and around the room once again. His coworkers were still occupied, and he felt a sigh of relief. 

“I’ll come visit you,” He whispered into the phone. “Tonight.”

With a pout, you shake your head and furrow your eyebrows.

“No.. No, Spence. Come now, please.”

He hesitated and bit his lip. He wanted to say no.. but you were being so insistent and he was powerless to say no to you.

“F-Fine, okay. But I’m not going to be there long.” His voice was hoarse and breathy, his heart racing. “Is that okay?”

A grin tugs at your lips, you always got what you want when it comes to him.

“I’ll be quick, I promise.”

“Alright..I’ll leave now.”

He whispered, trying to push away the guilty feeling tugging at his mind.

“Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone.”

Spencer’s face was a mixture of excitement and guilt, and yet he couldn’t contain his smile. You always knew how to charm him, and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give to go to you now.

“I’ll try my best, Spence.”

With that, you hung up on him and rolled over in your bed, triumph and success written all over your face. Spencer quickly shoved his phone into his pocket and walked back to his desk, frantically packing what he could up so he could leave as soon as possible.

He visibly flustered as he neatly stacked folders and papers in a pile on his desk, he could feel questioning eyes on him and he felt embarrassed about how quickly you had been able to take him away from his work.

He could feel his face burning, hot and red. He glanced around the room and he saw a few people looking over it in confusion. Spencer felt his face flush in embarrassment, and at the same time, he felt a sense of guilt at having abandoned his work in the middle of his shift.

“Where are you going?” His boss asked behind him, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at a very disheveled looking Reid.

Spencer's face flushed with shame, and he felt his heart rate picking up as he tried to come up with a quick lie.

"Uh..I have a family emergency," He said, hoping his boss wouldn't ask any more questions. He wasn't always the best at lying, but he hoped that would be enough to shut him up.

Without letting the other man respond, he turns around and quickly walks towards the elevator to leave without any further questions.

On the elevator, Spencer breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his body as his heart beated faster and faster. This was all so unreal. He never left work like this– never even thought of it. He couldn’t believe you had gotten him to do it just like that.. he was amazed at what you were capable of.

Less than fifteen minutes later, you hear him practically throw open the door to your bedroom, chest rising and falling rapidly as he looks breathless already. You saw the way his eyes almost immediately dilated when he saw your naked form laying on the bed, exposed and expecting him.

All you were wearing was a mischievous smile, one that begged him to just come over to you already.

“Welcome home, baby.”

Your voice comes out rather cockily, and you slowly spread your legs. He’s quick to walk over to you and press a hard passionate kiss against your lips. Your eyes flutter shut as you kiss him back with everything you could. 

He slots himself between your legs, kneeling against the bed that you’ve already soaked for him. When he pulls away, he pants against your lips before hastily shoving down his pants and underwear. 

“We have to be quick..”

And with how frantically he’s running the dripping tip of his cock against your silky folds, you know he’s serious. Spencer doesn’t waste another moment after he’s coated himself with your arousal before he’s pushing into your cunt. 

His hips urge all of his length into you at record speed, pushing to the hilt and bottoming out like you’ve both been waiting for. You easily swallow everything he offers you, molding around him like no problem. 

You can see the desperate shake in his arms as he cages you underneath him, forcing your thighs around his waist as he fucks into you like a rabid animal in heat. His eyes are dark and clouded with pure unbridled lust for you, and his moans are actually louder than yours are. 

Parting your lips in a groan, you clench around him and look up at him. His heart almost stops when his gaze meets yours, his hands clenching into the sheets beside your head as he humps into you quicker and quicker. His pace is unrelenting and unforgiving as he plows you into the bed. 

His thick and heavy cock was dragging in and out of you, thick head catching on the sticky folds of your cunt every time he pulled himself out of you. Huffing heavily through his nose, he buries his face into your neck. 

His wet tongue pokes out and licks over a patch of skin, before he’s sinking his teeth into it. You yelp and your hands reach out to tug at the back of his head, pulling his hair just the way he always liked. 

As you yank at his curls, you can feel the way his body almost collapses on top of yours, and you smile through a moan. You try to pull him away from your neck to get a good look at him, but he’s latched onto the skin of your throat, sucking a dark hickey into it like his entire future depended on it. 

Spencer whimpers and finally lets go of your neck, licking over it once more in an attempt to soothe the wound. You capture his lips in a disgusting messy kiss, his spit slicked lips smashing against yours, teeth clashing against each other as you both exchanged your noises of pure pleasure. 

His quick thrusts, although always frantic, soon became erratic. His hips were losing their rhythm as he looked up at you with an absolutely pathetic look of desperation that could make you laugh if not for how deeply he was impaling you. 

“Come on, Spence. Be a good boy, you’ve gotta be quicker than that.”

You taunt, trying your best to keep up this persona even though you were absolutely losing it on his cock. Your hair was a mess on the pillows, your lips were a deep shade of red from how hard you were biting at them, and you were absolutely soaking the skin of his hips as he pistoned in and out of you in an unpredictable rhythm.

Spencer nods and mumbles something to himself, trying to encourage himself that yes, he needed to be a good boy for you, and yes, he did in fact have to be quicker than this. 

He didn’t want to get back to work, he didn’t want to walk back into that building with his once neatly combed hair looking like he had been caught in a cat 5 hurricane, but at least he could bid farewell to that stupid walk he had to do to hide the erection pushing against his zipper. 

As he pounded you into the sheets, he leaned down towards your neck again and began to suck another mark into the column of your throat, whining against the skin as he couldn’t help the noises that forced their way out of his mouth.

Both your thighs and pussy clenched around him, pulling him impossibly deeper and closer to you as you knew both impending orgasms were due any moment now. 

And as if on cue, you squeeze around him even harder than he thought was possible, falling apart on his length and gushing your arousal around his thick shaft that split you open. 

He pushes his body flush against yours as he buries himself to the very hilt, freezing up before he goes cross-eyed. He unlocks his jaw and lets go of your skin to practically scream. 

You’d be surprised if your eardrum wasn’t shattered by tomorrow, with how fucking loud he was. Moans and whimpers spilled from lips as he pumped you full of his cum. White hot bursts of his arousal coating your insides, sticking to the plush walls of your cunt and dripping out of your slick folds. 

He humps into you still, fucking you full of his release and pushing it deeper and deeper inside of you. His body was losing the rhythm it had once adopted, slowing down eventually as he forced himself to pull away from you. 

Sweat dripped down his face, hair skewed in several different directions as the red sheen covered his features. With a last final thrust, he pulls himself out of you and presses a quick kiss to the side of your head. 

You breathe heavily as you lean up on your forearms and watch as he hurriedly tugged his pants back up, legs shaking as he fastens the zipper tight over his spent and quite frankly still hard cock. 

His cum is dripping out of you, no matter how hard to try and keep it in, you can’t stop the way it spills out of your stretched hole and sticks to the insides of your thighs. 

When he looks as presentable as can be, he smooths his hands through his hair and looks over at you. You’re panting, laid out on the bed with a smile. Like a cat that caught the canary, you’re more than satisfied that you’ve gotten what you wanted. 

Spencer shakes his head and leans down to capture your lips in one last parting kiss. When he pulls away, there’s a small string of spit connecting your mouths. His words are shaky as he speaks, and he wants more than anything to just stay here with you, but he had a job to do. 

“I’ll be back tonight, I promise.” 

And with that he’s back in his car, gripping the steering wheel like his life depended on it as he drove back to work. Hopefully his overly red face and wet skin would pass off as a result of stress, however, he knew he wasn’t that lucky. 

Your impatience would no doubt get him in trouble, nevertheless there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than buried deep inside of you, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for that. 

[boldlyanxious]

A Simple Deception

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“I’m really sorry for you Jon. I know you have gotten close over the last few months,” Damian spoke into his phone.

“No, I really mean it,” he continued after a pause. “I know I’m not the most expressive person to talk to but it is clear that she means a lot to you. I wish her visa had worked out.”

Damian made a few more non-committal noises as his friend went on and on about his newer friend who would be moving away soon.

“I wish I had gotten a chance to meet her. Maybe sometime later in the future. I’ll take you to Paris for your birthday or something.”

“See you for New Year’s then. Merry Christmas to you and the rest of the Kents. I believe my gift should have arrived.”

He put his phone back on the desk and went looking for his family. Unlike Jon’s family, Christmas morning did not start promptly at 8am. With their evening activities, they all preferred to start a little later. Coffee and brunch would start at 10 am and the scavenger hunt for gifts would begin promptly at 11. The first one back after completing all the challenges would win Christmas.

It wasn’t the most traditional of Christmases, but it worked for them. And Damian was determined to win this year.

---

“Hold on, I’m putting you on speaker phone. I still have to be out of this apartment,” Marinette said. She moved her phone from her ear and put it on the mantle before shoving a pile of boxes.

She zipped back and forth as she continued talking at her phone.

“I just got the call that it was approved. Apparently, it went through last week but because of a mix up with the paperwork I didn’t get the call until they were closing today.”

“I can’t believe you still have to move,” the voice said from the phone.

“The cut off to stay here was a couple weeks ago.” Marinette stopped and looked at her phone with an uncertain look that even though the person on the other end couldn’t see her, would be able to hear the uncertainty in her voice. “But I had a friend tell me that if everything else failed, he would have a place for me in his apartment. He said it would just be a relief to have me in the same country.”

“I heard the same thing,” the voice laughed. “I have the space, and I already messaged a friend to borrow a truck to help.”

“You are a lifesaver; you know that?”

“I do, but I like to hear you say it.”

“Not to just call for huge favors, but I have to let you go now. I still have a ton of things to do. I haven’t even called my parents yet.”

“You told me before your parents? That’s cold.”

“Well, I sent a message saying I had an update so if they have been on, they can guess. But proper calls are hard while the bakery is open. They will call while they are closing, once they get the loud ovens off.”

“Best of luck. I know they were excited to have you back even though they wanted things to work out for you.”

“They were. But I did visit during the process, and they should be able to make another trip one day soon.”

—

The triumph of Christmas had not even lasted the week until New Year’s. His father had them gathered together to talk about their behavior for the New Year’s gala. It appeared to be a fabulous fancy dinner with all the Waynes and associated persons present, but his father was droning on about the behaviors that had been noticed at the last party. It had been a season full of parties where they were all expected to be dressed impeccably and a minimum not be caught causing disturbances and definitely not be written about in the press. Something that had been sorely lacking from the last Wayne hosted event.

Dick had been considered to be too drunk although it was more likely he just had had enough of the perfumed, elderly ladies pinching the wrong cheeks to tell him how handsome he looked all grown up. Stephanie, while not technically family, was not inconspicuous enough when doing impressions of Lex Luthor. Damian believes that she actually wanted Luther to see her. Tim and Jason both had a game of being confused any time someone spoke to them rather than greeting them as if they knew them. They had offended several long-time business associates and acquaintances of the Wayne Family.

Damian still believed that he had done nothing wrong. He was the picture of politeness and had greeted every person of note and some others. He remembered all the names, the grandkids and pets to ask about. He had not talked business once and he retrieved drinks when people were low. Apparently, his grave error was in not asking a single young lady to dance during the evening. He had the required skills, and he was not in any way unable to perform the motions at the time so he should have. It didn’t matter that he simply did not wish to dance with them.

“It is expected of you Damian,” his father said.

“There were plenty of other people dancing, including Dick and Tim. I think even Jason danced,” Damian complained.

“That makes it even more noticeable that you were not dancing. All of your brothers danced, and I danced. You should dance too.”

“I was busy making the rounds to all of the people who needed greeted.”

“I expect better time management next time then. I also made greetings for everyone and found the time. You will find the time for at least three to five dances–”

“That’s too many,” Damian cut in.

“Three to five dances and you will choose one of the suitable young ladies to kiss at midnight.”

“Absolutely not. I don’t want to kiss any of them.”

“You will and that is final.”

“But” Damian’s mind raced before he blurted out “I have a girlfriend.”

The stunned eyes of the entire table and the waiter turned to him.

“You have a girlfriend Dami?” Dick squealed.

“Of course he doesn’t,” Jason laughed. “He is just trying to get out of kissing some social climber at the gala.”

“Well,�� Bruce said, “you certainly can’t kiss someone else if you have a girlfriend. You will bring her and kiss her at midnight. What is her name for the invitation?”

“Her name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Damian said, “But she will be out of the country by then.”

—

“You got settled, I see,” Jon said laughing at Marinette in the kitchen.

“You have been to my place many times. You knew what you were getting yourself into.”

“That I did. And I’m delighted to have you, but I’m going to help you clean up. Damian is coming over and I didn’t mention you were living here yet. I don’t want to overwhelm him. He wanted to talk about something, and it sounded serious,” Jon said.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I’ll clean really fast and get out of your hair,” Marinette said.

“Nonsense. I meant it when I said it was your place too. You haven’t met Damian yet, and you should. You will love him,” Jon paused, choosing his words carefully. “I just don’t want it to feel too chaotic when it sounds like he is already having a tough time.”

“Right. You get the dishwasher going while I get the counters cleared. Then, I’ll wash the remainder and leave the floors to you.”

“Perfect. That should get you a chance to get out of your mismatched jammies.”

“Do not impugn my mismatched jammies. They are very comfy, but possibly too chaotic for meeting new friends.”

“Right you are.”

—

“You really don’t have to come up with me. I’m just getting the keys to the truck I let Jon borrow,” Damian said, climbing the stairs to Jon’s apartment.

“You have a girlfriend who is about to leave the country. I want to meet her while I have the chance. I’m sure you will want to stay and see her for a bit anyway. I remember what it was like to be young and in love,” Bruce responded.

“If it is anything like you are now with Ms Kyle, do not ever think I will behave like that.”

“To be in love is to be part fool and let yourself be open to another person. Perhaps you and Marinette just need more time.”

“You are already aware that the time is limited, yet you insist on encroaching upon it.”

Damian let out a long-suffering sigh before he knocked firmly on the door.

“Damian, you made it,” Jon said, quickly turning his attempted hug into a handshake. “Uh, Mr Wayne, how nice to see you again. I didn’t realize you were coming.”

“I’ve told you so many times to call me Bruce,” Bruce said with a warm smile.

“Right, I’ll get the keys. Thank you so much for letting me borrow your truck. My grandparents were supposed to help but they got held up in Kansas,” Jon said, shifting on his feet.

Bruce pushed past the keys Jon held out and looked around the apartment. “Tell your grandparents I said ‘hello’. I do hope to see them when they make it to town.”

Damian took the keys and grabbed his father’s arm, “We should go. Jon is clearly busy.”

Bruce looked around and raised an eyebrow at Damian. Jon said nothing until Bruce stepped into the kitchen and looked down at a tray of goodies.

“Can I offer you something to eat? Marinette was baking earlier. I’m sure she is willing to share,” Jon was relieved to have something to do with his hands. “Oh, Marinette is a friend of mine. She is from France and staying here.”

“Damian mentioned that. I was hoping to meet her,” Bruce’s eyes lit up at the mention of his reason for coming. “It’s a shame about her visa expiring though.”

“Actually, it was approved,” a dark-haired woman said as she walked into the room. “I found out too late to keep my apartment. That is why Jon let me move in.”

“That’s wonderful!” Bruce exclaimed, reaching for her hand. “I’m Bruce Wayne, Damian’s father. You must be–”

Damian cut it, hoping to stop his father from saying something he didn’t want anyone to hear. “Father, might I present Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“You may. Damian was so disappointed his girlfriend had to go back to France. Congratulations on your visa approval. You must come to my New Year’s Eve gala. It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“So nice to meet you, Mr Wayne.”

Marinette was shaking his hand but then he suddenly pulled her into a hug. Her eyes were huge and confused looking over his shoulder at Jon and Damian. Damian was trying not to make eye contact, but Jon was looking at him and laughing.

“You must call me Bruce,” he said, patting her back.

“Bruce,” she repeated.

—

“I’ll take the truck back. Don’t be back too late,” Bruce paused with a smirk, “or do. I guess you will be celebrating.”

“I will see you at the usual time,” Damian said stiffly.

He turned back slowly to face Jon, who was clearly trying not to laugh and Marinette. He had just met her, but he had the distinct impression that was not her happy face.

“What just happened?” Marinette asked, hand on her hip.

“My father invited you to the annual Wayne New Year’s Eve Gala,” Damian said.

“As your girlfriend? That is the part someone would typically ask first.”

“Why did no one tell me the visa was approved? You were supposed to be going back to France.”

Damian looked accusingly at Jon who shrugged.

“I didn't think you would go get engaged because I was waiting to tell you until I saw you. I honestly thought you were bored of me talking about it.”

“I was bored, but it was too convenient to tell my father I couldn’t hook up with whichever socialite is most convenient for his business.”

“We are not engaged or hooking up.” Marinette said emphatically. “We aren’t even dating, and you will make this right. I did not sign up for a randomly assigned billionaire boyfriend.”

“Trust me, I have no interest in dating you,” Damian said firmly. He paused before adding, “But since you already told my father you would attend the gala, would you be willing to go as a favor to me.”

“I do not owe you any favors,” Marinette said.

“Please,” Damian said. “I would owe you one. Jon will be there too.”

“I go every year. It is the best one of the year. Also, least likely to be attacked by rogues and I know you have a dress you designed that you would love to show off.”

“I don’t want to go around lying to people. It isn’t fun for me, and I’m not interested in profiting off deception.”

Damian held up his hand to get them all to stop.

“Jon, would you leave us for a moment.”

Jon looked like he wanted to argue but Damian waited until he relaxed and then walked out of the room. Damian gestured at the chairs in the living room.

“Please allow me to talk for a moment. Once I have explained myself, I will ask you to go with me and then accept whatever response you give.”

Marinette studied him for a moment and then nodded.

“First of all, allow me to congratulate you on your visa. I know from Jon that it was very nerve wracking to not know where you would be by the end of the week. Even though I blamed you for not leaving, I am happy for you.” Damian took a breath and continued. “I am not typically a rash or unfeeling person. I may show a lack of concern for things that don’t affect me, but I don’t like to be cruel or use others carelessly. That being said, when my father told me that he wanted me to essentially woo the young ladies at the gala, I provided the easiest excuse that would be accepted at the time without planning to produce an actual girlfriend. Jon has spoken of you many times so your name came easily to me as someone who my family would not know, and you were so conveniently not going to be in town at the time of the gala that I would be off the hook from my father’s expectations.”

Damian stood up and circled the room a couple times before turning back to her.

“My father’s expectations make me uncomfortable, but his reasoning is sound. I made choices in my behavior at the last event we hosted that did not meet what was expected of me. Now, I am expected to show attention to the ladies in attendance by dancing and being a proper gentleman in polite society. If you refuse to go with me, I will tell my father when I see him about my deception. I will then behave as I must at the event. If you agree to attend with me, you will benefit from being seen and talking about your design work. That is not disingenuous of you. It is how high society works. Everyone there is trying to advance themselves while also showing off for each other. That would be a good thing for you, and I would also owe you a favor. I could do as much as buying you a fabric store easily, if that is what you wished. After the evening is over, I will come clean to my father, and we will not be romantically linked. You will have just been my date for the evening.”

“Wow. I didn’t expect all that.”

It was Marinette’s turn to stand up and pace around the space. Her hands were tightly clasped in each other, the skin turning white where she squeezed.

“I–” She took a deep breath. “I accept. You really don’t need to owe me anything. I understand why you did what you did. It was a series of unexpected events that collided. Besides, I want to be friends. I’m sure we will see each other from time to time.”

—

It wasn’t nearly as bad as she expected.

It nearly felt like she was in a period piece. Everyone was all dressed up and speaking formally. It was definitely the best collective posture she had seen anywhere during her time in the states and possibly ever. Damian escorted her around on his arm and smiled at all the people he greeted by name and introduced her as his date.

His family was different. They all seemed like they were laughing at some joke, but it didn’t seem like it was at her. They did all seem interested in why she started dating Damian. She supposed that was just how siblings were. She ended up dancing with all of his siblings, Jon and then his father. As well as several dances with Damian and a couple of the other men in attendance.

It was nothing like the fake dates seen in pop culture. Everyone just accepted her as Damian’s date, and she didn’t have to justify it. She made the appropriate responses to her current dance partner. Archibald was handsome and a great dancer; she made sure not to tell him that she didn’t realize real people still had that name. He had been very polite.

Damian was approaching her, but he did not look happy. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching her. She didn’t think she had made any faux pas that would reflect poorly on him, and no one had even suggested that she was only here as a ruse. She had no clue why he suddenly looked so serious.

The crowd was getting louder. Everyone was leaving the dance floor and waiters were efficiently passing out champagne. The glasses were clinking together and people chattering noisily and pairing off.

Damian took her by the arm and pulled her along with him. She stumbled slightly but his arm was there to hold her upright. He took two flutes of champagne and held them in one hand as he took hers in the other and pulled her along to a balcony. All the other guests were moving down outside and once they got out there, she could see a couple other balconies with guests on them. But they were the only ones on this balcony.

“There is a slight possibility that we will be expected to kiss at midnight,” Damian said.

Marinette was so stunned she didn’t register the voices of the crowd start counting down from ten.

“By slight possibility I mean my father just told me that he still expects to see me celebrating at midnight and it should be easy since you are my girlfriend.”

Damian pushed her hair back from her face and cupped her cheek.

“I really hoped he just wouldn’t notice.”

He tilted her face up and looked into her eyes. He didn’t move forward, but his eyes held the question in them.

Marinette pushed forward until she was kissing him.

It was just supposed to be a quick kiss, but she gasped at the spark she felt kissing him. She didn’t pull back, instead her arm went around his neck as she felt his fingers dig into her hair. He pressed closer and held on to her. The fireworks were going off all around, but they didn’t notice anything but each other. They pulled away slowly, breathing a bit more quickly.

Neither seemed to know what to say for a moment.

Marinette picked up a glass of champagne and clinked it against Damian’s glass before taking a sip.

“Happy New Year,” she whispered, before leaning in to kiss him again.

[star-eyed-angels]

Operation : Save Christmas

When you can't make it home for Christmas, Jihoon wants to cheer you up. But with twelve meddling friends, it might not be so easy.

Angst, Fluff, Light Crack 5.5k

Warnings: It's a little angsty, but mostly fluff. The others bully Jihoon (but when do they not 🤡)

A/N: Day 12 of belated mini-Ficmas.

Today is dedicated to the lovely @reikaryu Surprise! I’m you’re Carat Secret Santa🎄 Firstly I just want to apologize for how long this took, I ended up getting sick right before Christmas so I have been GOING THROUGH IT🥲 But nevertheless, your gift is here and I really hope you like it. 

P.S. I also included an extra little moodboard below the cut to make up for taking so long so I hope you like it❣️

It’s been super fun getting to know you through asks and honestly I just wanna say you’re such a sweet person. Like I know I kinda mentioned through my asks, but you just exude this warmth and caring personality and I hope we can be moots going forward 👀

also the biggest of shoutouts to @96z for hosting the caratblr gift exchange!! I'm sure it wasn't easy, but it's been so much fun so thank you!!❤️

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Four hours. Four hours, you’ve been stuck in the airport practically going insane waiting for your flight. With Christmas in two days, you'd expect for there to be some delays, but this is nothing but chaos. You grimace as you another announcement plays across the speakers above, informing another group of passengers that their flight has been cancelled. The crowd erupts into loud groans, but you don’t blame them. You’re not the only one who’s been sitting here all morning. You watch as passengers begin to swarm the help desk across the room, no doubt looking for another way home. It’s the fifth cancellation in the past hour, you can only hope yours just remains delayed. It’s been a few months since you’ve been back home, and you’re more than ready to see everyone again. 

Just then, the speakers above you come to life, again announcing another flight cancellation. To your horror, the staff member lists off your flight number. You wait for her to repeat it again, hoping you’ve heard it wrong. Much to your disappointment she confirms the information that matches your boarding pass. 

You quickly make your way up to the help desk near you, panic filling you at the thought of not getting home in time.

“No no no, please I have to get on this flight!” You beg. You give the flight attendant a pleading look, leaning over the desk slightly.

“Sorry ma’am, flights are cancelled due to weather issues,” she says, giving you a polite smile.

“Is there another flight?” you ask immediately. She shakes her head, again offering you a polite smile.

“Everything is getting cancelled, we’re preparing to make more announcements now actually,” she says, gesturing to the boards behind her. You watch as each trip flicks to red in real time.

“Tomorrow?” you ask, hopeful in getting home.

“The weather isn’t looking to clear up before the end of the week. Travel will resume at that time” she says calmly. Before you can get another word in she steps to the side, assisting the other passengers waiting behind you.

You let out a sigh, grabbing your luggage and making your way to the baggage claim. As you wait to collect your luggage you send your family a quick text, letting them know of the situation. They’re understanding as usual, letting you know they’ll see you soon. But something else tugs at you, a feeling you can’t quite place. You brush it to the side for now, deciding to focus on getting back home. 

With a small sigh, you push the front door open, trudging your way into the apartment. One of your roommates, Jihoon, looks up from his place on the couch. He does a double take at the sight of you walking in. 

“What are you doing here?,” he asks. He walks over to you, confusion clear in his voice.

“Wasn’t your flight supposed to leave like two hours ago?,” he asks again, looking for some explanation.

“Flight got cancelled because of the weather,” you say, dropping your bag next to your suitcase. It hits the floor with a thud. 

“What about tomorrow? I’m sure you can rebook it?” he says, sounding as hopeful as you did earlier. 

“No, the storm has everything shut down,” you say. You kick off your shoes, a little too aggressively, nudging them off to the side without much thought.

“Oh..I’m sorry, that sucks,” Jihoon says, frowning slightly. 

“It’s fine. It’s not that big a deal,” you shrug, waving your hand dismissively. He makes a face at your response.

“Yeah, but I know you were really looking forward to going home.,” he says, his voice gentle.

“It’s okay, it’s just one holiday,” you say. Jihoon doesn’t miss the way your voice sounds slightly hollow. You give him another smile that doesn't reach your eyes, before shuffling past him.

“I’m just going to rest, long day at the airport,” you say before shuffling towards your room. 

Jihoon nods, watching you closely. He awkwardly shifts from one foot to the other. Before he gets the courage to say another word you’re already shutting the door to your room. He stands there for a moment, part of him wants to follow you and comfort you. He’s never been good with words, but he can clearly see this is bugging you more than you’re letting on. He decides to let it go for the time being, he figures he’ll bring it up with the others later. Just then his phone pings from his pocket, he fishes it out seeing the roommate chat active. Speak of those devils.

Jihoon is working at his desk when his phone starts blowing up. The sound of his text notifications eventually gets too annoying to ignore any longer. With an annoyed sigh he opens his phone to dozens of messages and a new group chat.

You’ve been doom scrolling through social media watching your family's posts for the past few hours. A hollow feeling gnaws at you while you scroll through post post. You pause on a video of your family's annual Christmas party. The sound of the laughter and cheer leaving a weird aftertaste on your tongue. You’re glad they’re having fun while you’re not there. But being on the other side of the screen feels strange. You can’t explain what you’re feeling without being there. Before you can dwell on it too much a knock sounds at your door. 

It takes you a second to pull yourself out of your thoughts. A second knock sounds at your door, this one just a little more urgent than the first.  

“Come in,” you call out, sitting up in your bed. 

Jihoon opens the door, shuffling into the room cautiously. 

“Hey Hoon, what’s up?” you ask. You do your best to seem casual despite your earlier turmoil. You’re so caught up in your own dilemma that you don’t catch how odd he’s acting. He rubs the back of his neck nervously, avoiding eye contact with you. 

“Do you want to go out for a walk? To go see the lights?” he asks. His voice comes out in a rush, the words blending together. It takes you a second to register what he said.

“What? Jihoon you literally hate going out,” you say. You can’t help but laugh at the suggestion. 

“No I don't,” he argues, quickly. You give him a pointed look, knowing full well that he isn’t convinced himself. He huffs, finally rolling his eyes in surrender.

“Okay maybe I do, but it's christmas eve, we should go out for a bit at least,” he says, coming over to sit on your bed. You 

“Jihoon, I appreciate the offer, really I do. But I’m really just not up to it,” you do your best to let him down gently. You’re not really in the mood to go out and about, more so wanting to wallow in your doom-scrolling cocoon once more.

“Please? Just this once?,” he begs. You make a face, ready to reject again. Before the words come out, he rushes towards your bed, flopping onto it dramatically. He places both hands together in a praying motion, silently pleading with you. You can’t help but crack a smile, the action far cuter than Jihoon’s normal character. 

“I really want to see the lights,” he begs again. 

You ponder for a moment, glancing down at Jihoon flopped over next to you. Seeing him beg so strongly has you caving faster than you’d like to admit. The image mirrors something you are usually doing to him when you beg for him to join you. 

It's pretty uncommon to see Jihoon go out on his days off, he isn’t typically one to go out in general. He's the world’s biggest homebody, so you’re very used to being greeted by the sight of him lazing around. But it’s an even rarer sight to see him request to go out, especially during the busy holiday season. The only exception he has is when it comes to you.

While he’s not one to go out, he's let you drag him out more times than you can count. Even when he scowls at your pleading, he’s always willing to accompany you on your late night snack runs, or mundane errands.

“Fine, let me just get dressed and we can go,” you say, already getting up to get ready. 

Jihoon hops up with a smile, and a discreet sigh of relief, already heading out of your room.

“Let me know, when you’re ready,” he calls out, already shutting the door behind himself before you can reply. Again you don’t question his behavior, chalking it up to him being in an extra festive mood today. Even if you’re not in the festive mood, you suppose you can indulge him just like he normally does for you.  

You hate to admit it, but you’re actually glad Jihoon decided to drag you out. Despite the heavy snow, the fresh air feels nice against your skin, helping you relax as you both stroll side by side. With the sun just having set, the lights strung up around the river look beautiful. The area isn’t too busy, which you’re sure Jihoon is thankful for as well. 

Jihoon glances at you out of the corner of his eye, glad to see you smiling like normal. He nudges you subtly, drawing your attention to him. 

“See it wasn’t so bad right?” he asks, clearly pleased at his idea. 

“I guess you do have good ideas every once in a while,” you tease, nudging him back.

“Once in a while?” he yelps, face falling in shock. You laugh at his dramatics, shaking your head. 

“I’m kidding. This is actually really nice, thanks Hoon,” you say, voice soft as you smile at him. 

He only nods, turning away to check his phone for an incoming text from the others letting them know everything is almost ready.. He’s thankful for the distraction, allowing him to hide the flaming of his cheeks. 

You continue to take in your surroundings, loving the way the lights gleam against the water of the river. You’ve always loved the way the city is decorated this time of year. It reminds you of your sister, and how the both of you love seeing everyone decorate back home, it being something you look forward to during the holiday season. Just then the sound of laughter catches your attention. You turn towards the sound, seeing a family in the distance laugh as they take pictures, enjoying their time together. 

Your face falls at the sight, a wave of sadness washing over you. You watch as the family continues on their way, still laughing and smiling as they leave. Your mind drifts to your social media scrolling from earlier and just how happy your family looked. How you wished you could be with them right now. The sadness only grows, your mood dropping instantly. The cold air now nipping at your skin harshly, with the change in your mood. Even the sight of the lights no longer feels comforting, instead only making your heart feel heavier. 

“We should start heading back,” you say quickly. The sudden request startles Jihoon, he turns to look at you in confusion. 

“So soon?” he asks, clearly confused at the complete 180. 

“Yeah I’m getting kind of tired, you say, lying through your teeth. You do your best to keep your voice steady, not wanting him to worry. 

He notices the small shift in your facial expressions, how your lips are downturned in a subtle frown. It’s clear as day to him that something is wrong, he’s just unsure of what caused it. 

“Okay,” he agrees. While he wants to argue that you should stay out a little longer He really has no room to argue to stay out longer, at least not without looking suspicious. He hopes that the members finish before you get there. And that whatever they’re prepared is enough to bring a smile to your face once again. 

The closer you get to the apartment, the more he’s starting to think this was a bad idea. He’s spent the past thirty minutes trying to hold a conversation with you, only to have you shut him down with quick responses. He has half a mind to text the group chat to call off the entire thing, but you’re already reaching the floor of your apartment after a silent elevator ride. You pull out your keys quickly, wanting to hurry back into the safety of your room. You’d done your best to remain composed the entire way home, hoping to just make it back in one piece. You know Jihoon can tell something is wrong, but at this moment you’re about hair’s width from breaking down. 

“Listen y/n, about tonight-” Jihoon starts, voice laced with nerves. 

“It was really nice, Jihoon, thanks for inviting me,” you cut him off. Your voice clipped at each word as you begin to unlock the door.

“Right, but-” he starts, doing his best to stall you. He’s sure the others can hear the sound of your keys jingling, alerting them to your arrival. To Jihoon, the sound is like a ticking time bomb, counting down to disaster in the apartment.

With the unsteady state you’re in you don’t take the hint, only focusing on opening the door as quickly as possible. 

“I’m sorry to have cut the night short. I’m just not feeling well so I’m just gonna head to bed,” you say, quickly. He doesn’t even get a chance to interject before the sound of the door clicking beats him. You breathe a small sigh of relief as Jihoon silently holds his breath.

You don’t even make it three feet into the apartment when the light flicks on, startling you. 

“Surprise!” a chorus of voices rings out.

Your heart drops at the sight of everyone in front of you. The apartment is now completely decorated in lights and random Christmas decorations. There’s a table lined with so much food and drinks that they nearly spill over the edges. Each of your friends is dressed up in a tacky Christmas outfit that normally would make you giggle at the sight. They all wear bright smiles as they stand around your living room awaiting your reaction. Your eyes dart around the room quickly, trying to make sense of the situation when a familiar scent fills your nostrils. You turn your attention back to the food table, your eyes landing on the incriminating item. In the middle of the table sits, a Christmas tree shaped plate, with a stack of cookies that you recognize all too well. The scent of the cookies your dad makes with you every year has tears springing to your eyes faster than you can blink. You let out a choked sob, no longer able to keep your emotions in check. You tear your gaze away from the cookies, and look back at your friends who all look on in horror. Without a word, you turn back around, running out the door. Jihoon tries to call after you, but you don’t bother even looking back, needing to get as far away as possible. 

You find yourself back by the river, this time having taken refuge on an empty bench near the open water. Your phone continues to go off in your pocket, the buzzing sound faintly being heard over your sniffles. In the back of your mind you know that it was wrong to up and leave without a single word, knowing that they’re worried about your well being with the state you left in. But you know they can’t help you right now, at least not the way you need them too. There’s only one person who can ease your mind. Normally you wouldn't think about bothering him with the time difference between you, but with the way your heart aches you don’t think you can bear not talking to him.. You pull out your phone quietly, unlocking it with a quick swipe. You continue to ignore the incoming messages in favor of selecting one contact. You wait quietly through the ringing, letting out a sigh of relief at the cheery hello that fills your ears. 

“Hi dad,” you greet, voice coming out in a wobble.

“What’s wrong, honey?” he asks, immediately picking up on your distress. Curse him and his dad senses. 

“Nothing,” you say a little too quickly.

“Y/n. I can tell when you’ve been crying. Now what’s going on,” he asks gently. You can practically picture the way he looks with his brow furrowed in worry. 

Your dad’s gentle voice makes you sniffle. You let out a sigh, your emotions still bubbling over the surface. 

“Everything,” you choke out, once again near tears. 

“I miss you. I miss everyone.. I want to be back home, and be with the family. It just doesn’t feel like Christmas without you guys. I know it sounds silly. But this is the first time I’m not at home and I feel guilty,” you say, the words spilling out as you finally let out what you’ve been feeling the past two days. Your dad listens patiently through your ramble, waiting until you’ve said everything on your mind before he continues. 

“Sweetie,” he starts, voice calm, “you know we’re not upset, right?”

“I know, but I just feel like it's my fault?” you confess, swiping at the tears that manage to trickle their way down your cheeks.

“Why would it be? Last time I checked, my daughter didn’t control the weather, unless you’ve been keeping something from me all this time?” he jokes, lightheartedly. 

The dad joke makes you huff, a small smile twitching at your lips. 

“Dad,” you groan, pretending to be annoyed. Even then, the smile is evident in your voice. He chuckles, the sound comforting you through the crackling phone speaker. 

“But really. When you told your mother and I you were moving abroad we knew it meant the possibility of seeing you less. Even on holidays,” he says, his voice reminding you of all the times he comforted you when you were little, “You’re growing up, you’re pursuing something you love. Something bigger. And with that comes changes. Things aren’t always going to go exactly how you want them to and that's okay. What matters is that you make the most of it,” he says. You take a moment to let his words sink in. It was a big leap of faith for you when you moved to Seoul, but at the time it felt like a step in the right direction. And you had been right, the move was the best thing you could have done for yourself. You’d had so many opportunities and met your amazing friends through them. And you wouldn’t trade a second of it for anything. It dawns on you that you haven't taken the time to process everything, with the large workload of your job you haven't given yourself the chance to adapt to all the changes taking place. Now thinking back, you realize just how much you needed this call to see everything clearly. 

“When did you get so wise?” you joke, letting out the last of your sniffles. 

“When I became a dad,” he responds with ease.You giggle finally feeling lighter. 

“Holidays don’t have to be about being somewhere familiar. It’s about who you spend it with. Like those friends of yours we’re always hearing about. Spending Christmas with them is sure to be a memory you’ll cherish when you’re old and gray,” he chuckles again. You grimace when you think back to your friends, and how you left them. 

“I may have ruined that,” you say, sheepishly.

“How so?” he asks. 

“They were trying to do something nice and I didn’t react well,” you recall. He hums in thought. 

“You can’t change how you react in the moment, but you can control how you respond to it now. Talk to them, be honest. They’ll understand. Good friends always do,” he says confidently. You hear the way he pauses like he wants to say more, a habit of his you’re far too familiar with. 

“You know that friend of yours called us for our cookie recipe,” he says, casually. 

“What?” you ask, your brain coming to a halt. You hadn’t mentioned the cookies at all, and how they prompted the call in the first place. You’d just assumed it was a coincidence they had been included. He hums again, before continuing. 

“That boy, Jihoon. He called your mother to ask for the recipe. Said they wanted to do something nice for you since you couldn’t come home,” he reveals. 

Your heart flutters a bit, cheeks warming at the thought of Jihoon calling your parents for something so small, yet so special. A new feeling swirls in your stomach, a feeling you realize  you may haven’t been taking into account throughout knowing your roommate. 

“Those friends of yours are something special, y/n. Not everyone would do something like that. 

Hold onto them,” he says. You shouldn’t be surprised he can read your cues even through a phone, but it still makes you a little shy. There will be more time to think about Jihoon’s gesture later, for now you have something else to do. 

“Yeah, I think I will,” you finally say, already standing up from your place on the bench. 

“I take it you have something to do?,” he says, you can hear the way he smiles through the phone.

“Yes, I gotta go. But I love you, and I’ll call soon, promise,” you say, feeling a little bittersweet about ending the call. 

“Of course. Merry Christmas y/n, we love you,” he says softly. You smile, his simple phrase filling your heart. 

“Merry Christmas, bye Dad,” You hang up, slipping the phone back into your coat pocket. You take another deep breath, finally feeling like your world isn’t going to crumble around you. In fact it feels like another new beginning, another leap of faith you’re more than happy to take. With that you turn around, making your way back to your apartment. 

When you make it back to your apartment, you find yourself lingering outside the door quietly, nervous to face your friends. You take a few deep breaths, before unlocking the door slowly. You open the door cautiously, your friends are all luckily still in the apartment. They watch you enter, hesitating to approach you. When you close the door behind you, Jihhon is the first to speak up.

“Y/n, we’re so sorry. We didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just you’ve been looking forward to Christmas for so long, and then the flight and we just,” he says, tapering off as you finally look up at all of them. He glances behind him, looking for help from the others. 

“We just wanted to do something special for you to hopefully cheer you up,” Soonyoung says, words slurring slightly. He gets teary eyed quickly, face scrunching up as he sniffles. It's then that you notice the cup in his hand, no doubt containing some form of alcohol. Soonyoung had always been a rather emotional drunk. Mingyu steps forward, collecting Soonyoung in his arms, and pulling him off to the side. You see some of the others grimace. Seungcheol even facepalms, breathing out a heavy sigh. Seungkwan clears his throat, stepping closer to you, the bells hanging on his sweater jingle with the movement.

“We took it too far and we’re sorry,” Seungkwan says, bowing his head slightly. 

You take in the scene before you, your friends and the chaos that they bring. To anyone else this party would appear like a disaster, with tears and awkwardness bursting at its seams. But to you, it's like home. Not like the home you grew up in, but a home that was made from chance meetings, and random hangouts. A home that now consisted of random nights getting to know your roommates, too many inside jokes to count. This is your other home that you love dearly, and the people in front of you are what make it your home.

You step forward, pulling Jihoon into a hug. He freezes, startled by the sudden action before wrapping his arms around you tightly. You hug him tighter, pressing your face into the side of his neck. 

“Y/n?” he calls out your name quietly, not wanting to startle you. You pull back from the hug, resting your hand on his arm. 

“Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just,” you let out a shaky breath, offering a small smile, “I’m homesick. And I hadn’t realized just how bad it had gotten”. 

You turn your attention to the others, who all give you small smiles in return.

“I got into my own head after the flight thing. And then we went to go see the lights and I just couldn’t stop thinking about home. When we got here I wasn’t in the best state, so when I smelled the cookies I just broke,” you explain.

“We wanted to make this like home for you,” Seokmin pipes up. You smile again, your dad’s words coming to mind. 

“I know and I appreciate it, but you don’t have to do anything extra to make this like home. Just having all of you here is enough,” you say, glancing back at Jihoon as you speak. He smiles back at you, making your heart flutter again. The quiet is broken by the sound of sniffling. You turn to see Soonyoung sniffle against Mingyu’s chest. 

“We need a group hug or I’ll cry right now,” he chokes out, pouting at everyone. You laugh, opening up your arms for him. He darts towards you, practically toppling over Jihoon in the process. He hugs you tightly, sniffling into your shoulder. The others erupt into quiet laughter, but still join the hug. It feels cozy being squished between all your friends, at the center surrounded by so many people who you love. You can’t help but voice it out loud.

“Thank you, I love you guys,” you say. They each murmur back their own replies, 

“Not that I’m not loving this sweet and tender moment, but can I please turn on the music? I spent all day working on the playlist,” Vernon says, from somewhere in the cuddle pile. A smack rings through the room as he yelps in pain. No doubt having gotten smacked by one of the older members. A few giggles slip out of you, detaching yourself from the hug. You motion Vernon over to the speakers, he grins as he darts over connecting his phone right away. When the music fills the room, everyone disperses excitedly dragging you to everything they’ve prepared.  

It’s an hour later when you find Jihoon standing quietly near the door. He watches the festivities with a small smile on his face. You shuffle up to him, 

“Hey,”

“Hey, you okay?” he asks,

“Yeah, I’m good. Really,” you say softly.

“About tonight-” 

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,”

“I know you put a lot of effort into making it special for me 

“Everyone helped, it wasn’t just me,” he says, waving his hand dismissively. In a bold move, you catch his hand in yours. He looks down in shock, before glancing back up at you. 

“I know, But not everyone would call my family to ask for my favorite cookie recipe,” you say, giving him a knowing look. He looks away, turning shy under your gaze. 

“I thought it would be nice to have a little piece of home for you,” he says quietly, still not meeting your eyes. You think he looks rather cute this way, all shy and timid in front of you. You intertwine your fingers with his, drawing his attention back to you. 

“Thank you, Jihoon,” you say softly. You lean over, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek. He stares at you wide eyed, a blush blooming across his cheeks and down to his neck. You hear a wolf whistle from across the room. The both of you looking up just as Joshua throws you both a wink. The others all give you knowing looks, some of the maknaes throwing a series of hearts your way. Your smile grows as you watch Jihoon throw each of them a death glare. They all finally look away, though you still find them stealing glances at the two of you. Jihoon turns his attention back to you, finding you staring at him with a soft smile. 

“They’re never gonna let us live this down,” he huffs, rubbing his thumb against your hand softly. Despite how words, he never once lets go of your hand, only holding it just a bit tighter. You hum, squeezing his hand in yours once more. 

“Yeah… We have some meddling friends, but I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you say. You already know the teasing will be relentless from the others, but what’s a few more memories to cherish with your little family? 

Divider: @/mikeykuns (bow) @/cyberbeat (line)

[eternalsams]

Hello I really like your work!

Could I maybe make a request about the reader having anxiety and Fanboy dropping everything to go comfort the reader (who they’ve both secretly had a thing for each other) lots of fluff! Lol

OMG yes this is so cute!! Sorry it took so long, you probably don't even remember sending me this ask, but I have not forgotten!

Call me ⇴ M.Garcia

pairing: Mickey Garcia x gn!reader

summary: when things get rough, you know exactly who you have to call.

content/warnings: anxiety, panic attack, fluff, final exams (that should be a proper warning)

word count: 1.3k

a/n: english isn't my first language, please take that into consideration.

masterlist

You smiled at the picture on your phone, Mickey's smile illuminating the screen. He'd sent you a text just before leaving the locker room and joining his friends up in the sky. His goofy face always managed to stretch a smile onto your lips. You sent him an emoji blowing a kiss even though you knew he would only see it in a few hours when he'll be back on the ground. You put down your phone on your desk face down and looked back at your laptop, your smile fading quickly. You needed to study.

You managed to learn a good part of your subject before you heard your phone vibrate. You looked at the window and saw that the sun was now high in the sky. You sighed and answered your best friend. "Hey, Mickey!" You smiled, happy to get this break in your study session. "Hey! Did you see the picture I sent you?" He immediately asked. You chuckled and rubbed your forehead. "Yes, Mickey, I saw it. I even texted you back, didn't you see?" You could hear men voices behind him and figured out he was still in the locker room. The sound of his voice became a bit more distant, surely from the fact he put down his phone to change clothes. "Nah, sorry. I didn't check my messages, I immediately called you when we were dismissed." Wolf whistles were heard on the other end but Mickey was quick to make them stop with an insult.

You could hear him shuffle and then his voice got really close to the phone, as if he removed the speaker. "How's studying?" He asked, his tone way calmer now. You sighed and leaned back in your chair. "Boring." He chuckled and you heard him close his locker. "Yeah, I figured. Do you want me to come over and clear your mind?" You looked back at your laptop and scooted closer to it. "Nah, I'm good. I'm gonna study some more, I'll let you know if I need anything." He didn't say anything but you didn't need him to, you already knew how he felt about how hard you were on yourself about those exams. "I'm fine, Mickey. I hope you had fun today." You told him before he could even scold you. You heard him slightly sigh and could almost hear the smile stretching his lips as he answered you. "Take care, I love you." You smiled and made a kissing sound right to the phone. "Love you too, Fanboy." He groaned at the callsign. "Don't call me that!" You laughed some more before hanging up and turning off the sound on your phone. You put it back down and focused on your laptop.

Reading again and again the same words until they were engraved in your brain. You only took a quick pause to make yourself a tea to drink as you read the same words all over again. You didn't even notice the sun starting to go down until your stomach asked for food. You leaned back in your chair to stretch your muscles and glanced at the window, your eyes widening as you notice how late it must already be. You checked your phone and was horrified to see it was already 5 in the afternoon. You had barely done anything of your day and the final exams were coming soon. "No, no, no..." You closed your lesson and opened another one, if you couldn't learn everything by heart, you at least wanted to know the basics of each of them.

Your heart started beating faster as you read the lesson you wrote months ago in class. Why didn't you study sooner? Breathing through your nose turned out to be quite difficult as your lungs asked for more and more oxygen. Your hands started trembling as you tried to go through your lesson. You shook them firmly to get rid of the tremble but nothing seemed to help you at the moment. Tears blurred your sight and burned your eyes but you couldn't allow yourself to take the time to properly cry when those exams would determine if you can get a job or not. So you simply let the tears roll down your cheeks as you tried to read your lesson, holding your shaking hands and breathing heavily through your mouth. The first sob broke through your focus and you felt your chest clenching, squeezing your heart in your ribcage and feeling like you might die from suffocation. You brought a hand to your chest and whined in pain. You didn't know what was happening but you knew what to do.

You tentatively grabbed your phone and Mickey's warm smile greeted you on your lock screen. You searched for his contact and immediately put on the speaker, not trusting your hand to hold the phone during the call. It rang one. Two. Three times. "Hello?" His voice warmed your heart. You could hear voices behind him and music, sign that he was at the Hard Deck with his friends "Mickey?" Your shaking voice must have alarmed him cause you heard him excuse himself to his friends and the music faded behind him. "What's wrong?" He sounded so serious. "I..I don't know what's happening... I can't... I can't breathe." You quietly sobbed. "I'm on my way, don't move and try to slow your breathing." You tried to protest but he had already hung up on you. Your phone turned off automatically and you were once again alone with the bloody laptop.

Not even twenty minutes later, you heard your front door open after Mickey used the spare key you gave him a few months ago. He ran to you and wrapped you in his arms as you cried some more, feeling safer than ever against him. He rocked you against his chest, stroking comfortably your hair and murmuring sweet nothings to calm you down. You both let yourselves fall on the floor but he never let you go, holding you close to him. "It's okay, you're okay. Breathe with me, Angel." He took a big breath through his nose and waited for you to do the same. He then Breathed out through his mouth, watching attentively as you did the same, your exhale way shakier than his. "You're okay, you're with me." He kept rocking you until you completely calmed down. More tears rolled down your cheeks to soak Mickey's shirt but he really couldn't care less.

It felt like forever until you were both laying on the floor of your apartment, your gaze glued to the ceiling as his eyes couldn't leave your face. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked, almost in a whisper not to startle you. You swallowed and turned to him completely, resting your weight on your hip. "The exams. I'm so scared I'm gonna fail." Mickey immediately sighed at your answer and new teras threatened to spill but he quickly turned his body to you and gently grabbed your face to wipe your tears. "You're too hard on yourself, Angel." You pursed your lips and looked away as he scooted closer to you, opening his arms for you to snuggle in close. You quietly cried against his chest as he stroked your back soothingly. "Angel?" He called, stopping his movements on your back. "Hmm?" You answer, staying snuggled in his shirt. "Look at me, please." You leaned back and looked up at him, meeting his brown eyes. He softly smiled and closed the distance between you two, pressing a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips. Your eyes widened and you felt your face heat up as he looked back into yours eyes. "You're gonna nail it, I'm sure. You're the smartest person I know, no exam should scare you." He then kissed your forehead and tenderly tucked his chin on top of your head.

[starsomens]

CEO! Noah who takes great care of his pregnant wife and his son who is on the way, He does everything and dedicates himself to everything that relates to you, his beloved wife and his son who is on the way make him want to be a better person and provide everything for them

AH ! MIXING MY CURRENT FAVE WITH MY USUAL FAVE????? Ugh gonna end me

“Sir-“ his reception speaker went off

“Not now. I don’t want to see anyone”

“I understand sir but your wife is on her way up,”

Noah’s having a super shitty day. Not only did one of his important clients make an appearance today, and no one was ready. He also had a very bitchy client who keeps backing out and coming back into a business deal and it was getting on his last nerve.

Just thinking about it made his head throb

Just then there’s a knock at the and you open right after. Your form coming into view as you walk over with your 7 month bump

He could just feel the stresses of the day fade away. His head becoming light if his problems and his body relaxes and a smile grows on his face the closer you get.

He stands up and hugs you gently with a kiss to your lips and you’re head

“You know I love when you come visit, but I don’t want you walking so much!”

There he goes! Using his business voice with you to keep you on bed rest.

“Noah, you know I get bored at home!”

“But that’s why I bought you so many clothes! To start putting outfit together, I got you those new shoes so you’d be comfortable. And where’s the coat I got you it’s freezing out there!”

He may be a bit protective

“It’s only 60° hon,”

“That’s too cold for you guys,”

You cup his face with your hands and bring him down for a kiss. His hands instinctively rest on your bump and caress it softly

“Noah, you’re stressed as it is here at work. Please, take a step back. We’re fine,”

“I……I know but. All this can go to hell, I’m just worried about you and them….”

It was true Noah puts in over time even if he’s the CEO! He wants to make sure you and your baby were set, worry for nothing and overall just happy and safe and healthy He’s bought everything needed, the nursery is set, he even has preschools selected for when the time comes. He even cleared out the extra office off to the side of his own in case if he had to bring your son with him to work

He was ready….maybe overly ready

But he’s worked all this way and time for him…then he married you, then you announced you were pregnant and his world flipped on its axis in the best way possible

Now everyday he comes into work dreading what he would have to deal with, he looks at thew sonogram on his desk and knows that his role as your husband and father of your baby he MUST do more.

suddenly his phone rings and he rolls his eyes as he sits to answer it

"Noah Sebastian speaking...." he motions at you to come over and you know exactly what he was wanting. You go and sit in his lap while his hand tapped and caressed your bump "Sure....10% like we discussed...perfect. See then,"

"something good?"

"finally closed the deal, looks like he gave me good luck," he kisses your head giving credit to your son for the good fortune that he had received.

[bullet-prooflove]

Obviously I had to get some Taylor in here!

54)   And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends

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Tagging: @kmc1989 @storiesofsvu @telepathay @smoothdogsgirl

Companion piece to:

Inked (NSFW) - Jalen and you share a mutual appreciation of tattoos.

Call Out (NSFW) - Jalen and you get interrupted at 4am.

Waiting - Jalen waits up for you.

When the Officer Down call out goes out across the radio Jalen knows it’s you, he recognises your partner’s voice from the times he’s picked you up from you precinct when you were working the night shift.

His heart palpitates in his chest as more information begins to filter through over the speaker.

It’s a shooting at the courthouse steps, EMS are already on scene.

You were supposed to be testifying at the Johnson trial today, there’d been issues with the family especially the brother. Threats had been made. You’d laughed them off because it wasn’t the first time you’d been threatened, it came with the territory.

They still haven’t released the name of the cop that was hit. He tries calling you but it goes straight to voicemail. The pressure in his chest, it grows until he can’t breathe. His desk phone rings and the dread claws at the pit of his stomach because he knows they’d use his official line to tell him the news.

His hand trembles as he picks up the phone, he clears his throat as he holds it to his ear.

“Shaw.” He rasps.

“Jalen.” You say and his heart just stops.

“Baby…” He whispers.

“It wasn’t me who got shot.” You tell him, blurting out the words he needs to hear. “I’m sorry it’s taken so long to call, it’s insanity here. My cellphone got smashed in the crush.”

“You’re ok?” He asks you, his palm rubbing over the nape of his neck. “You’re not hurt?”

“Couple of bruises from fighting the crowd to get to Ramirez when he went down.” You tell him and he can hear someone talking to you in the background. “Look I’ve got to go, I’m using the phone in Nolan’s office and he’s got some calls to make and I need to hunt down Donnie Johnson…”

“Lainey.” He says before you hang up and he hears you pause. “Make sure you come home to me tonight.”

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5 - Definition of Justice

Princess Red Thief

Part 6

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Gold and Emma were inside the town police station while she uncovers a white sheet that was covering the objects that were sitting on the desk between them. "You're welcome. You were right – your men Moe and Jim ripped you off. It was all still at his place." Emma declared proudly.

"And the man himself?" Mr. Gold asked her.

She sat down in the chair behind the desk. "Closing in on him. Hey where's Eve. I'm used to seeing her always on your heels and this is the first time she's not been with you."

"You needn't worry, Ms. Swan. Ms. Royal may work for me but I don't need to know her whereabouts at any given moment. Although I am worried she hasn't informed me if she has opened the shop by now. She normally opens it for me around eight." Gold drew out his phone seeing no text from the girl he had a date with last night.

Emma tilted her head. "Does she know who Moe French and Jim Knight are?"

"She doesn't like to talk about Jim. Now let's back to the men themselves. You still don't have them in custody for stealing from me. So, job well 'half-done', then." He grumbled staring at his phone still seeing no response from Eve.

Emma was still confused at why he was so worried and annoyed. "In less than a day, I got everything back. Is something wrong?"

"You've recovered nothing. There's something missing." Gold scanned the desk seeing a bunch of things he could care less about yet he knew the safe was broken into inside his house keeping the one thing valuable to his heart ... .a gemstone ring.

"Sheriff Swan, I would like to report something." Archie's voice came through the phone so she put him on speaker on the desk phone.

"Go ahead, Archie." She responded to him.

Archie cleared his throat. "I am not really sure what happened...it was all so fast. But I saw this guy suddenly grab Eve off the street on her way to work and quickly take off with her somewhere. She didn't look like she wanted to go with him. ."

"Was he driving a white van?" Gold quickly asked.

The shrink answered him. "Yes, yes he did."

"Thanks for the information, Archie." Emma noticed that Gold was heading to leave the police station when she ended the call with the shrink. "I'll get it when I find him and Eve."

"Not if I find him first." Gold had his back turned to the blonde when his eyes darkened with the words leaving his lips knowing he would do whatever it took to find his girl.

Eve's pov

Rummaging around one of the rooms inside the dark one castle I was looking through the books that were filled to the brim around the room. Drawing out a book the ladder creaked before I heard Rumple's voice enter the room. "What are you doing?"

"I was just looking around. I expected that you didn't want to be interrupted while you were spinning straw." I answered his question by opening the book in my hands, seeing some random symbols inside of it, meaning it was some potion or something along those lines.

He made a noise moving his hands clasped behind his back. "That is a good thought."

"So what am I learning today?" I questioned him by putting the book back and jumping down from the ladder. My freehand reached up twirling the ring that I had on my right ring finger.

Rumplestilskin tilted his head to the side. "What have you got there?"

"Oh its my grandmother's wedding ring. She gave it to me before she passed away. If I'm lucky maybe one day I can have the man I love propse to me with it." I smiled sniffing through some tears that had welled in my eyes.

The dark one clicked his tongue. "So it is something precious to you?"

"Yes, it is." I replied to him.

Rumplestilskin crossed the room standing in front of me. His brown eyes focused on me with such intensity like he trying to read me for some information. "Have you told your parents recently? What we are doing together?"

"No I haven't. They just knew that I was talking with someone named Rumple." I sighed, still twirling the ring on my finger.

The dark one paused watching me. He had found himself wanting to get ro know the young witch in training. Little by little he had been pulling information from her. He reaches down taking my hand with the gemstone ring on it. "Perhaps you could introduce me to them."

"You want to meet my parents. Why?" Knitting my brows together I couldn't believe the words he just spoke.

Rumplestilskin nodded his head. "I'll make you a deal. You go and tell your parents to meet me. And afterwards I will tell you about my son that you asked about during our last lesson."

"I can do that." I agree squeezing his hand and rushing over to the main door and he watched me leave to find my parents back at our family castle.

A bag is yanked off my head where my hair got tousled in my face. It covered my vision until I blew it away seeing I was in a dark and old wooden cabin out in the middle of the town woods I had to assume from the looks of it. The cabin door creaked open where I could see a dark figure step inside. "Who the hell are you?" I spoke out the first words into the air.

The figure shut the door with their foot and stepping up where I could see their face in the moonlight coming from the window. "I would have thought you would still remember me after all this time, sweatheart."

"Dad, what are you doing to me. Let me go." I gasped seeing the familiar face of my father who I had left after my mother had left us in the middle of the night when he had disappeared for years. So the second I turned sixteen I ran on my own and managed to find work with Gold who didn't report me to the police.

My father Jim pulled out a chair in front of mine since my wrists and ankles were tied down with ropes. "I have been so worried about you. And now I find you working for that snake Mr. Gold through some hearsay by Moe French."

"He's not a snake. He's a better man than you are." I growled, turning my hands into fists at my sides. He had no right to judge him after he had abandoned me for years after my mother disappeared.

Jim got to his feet drawing out a piece of wood from the woods smacking me on my knees and I cried out through the pain. "I am your father and you have no right to talk to me that way."

"I didn't abandon my daughter after she learned her mother had died from a car crash." I sniffed through some tears.

My father got closer to me holding my throat in his hands beginning to choke me yet he didn't get the chance when someone yanked him backwards. Moving my eyes around the room I gasped seeing it was Gold who had kicked him to the ground and was now hitting him with his cane. "You are her father. You don't treat her that way."

"You've changed her, Gold. She's all I have left until you took her from me - ah!" Jim said until he got hit in the keg again.

Gold raised the cane about to hit him a third time till someone grabbed his wrist. "I didn't keep her prisoner. You wanted to take her from me but you're wife said she deserved love. This is your fault not hers."

"Stop...Eve are you okay?" Emma was behind him and took the cane from his hand coming over to undo the restraints on me.

Rubbing my knees that had gotten some beating I was sore but nothing felt broken which was a good sign. "Yeah I think so."

She had then called an ambulance that took my father to the hospital leaving me and Gold alone with her. I was leaning up against her car a few steps away from Gold when she came over to him. "So, I heard you managed not to break anything he needs. You're lucky, Mr. Gold."

Gold scoffed. "You got a funny definition of lucky."

"You have a funny definition of justice. What did he really do?" Emma asked but he didn't answer her. "That reaction was about more than taking a few trinkets. I get that you would be upset he abducted Eve but I just want to know did you do this for her or for some objects?"

"That is something I don't have to discuss with you. Eve, did he hurt you?" Gold takes a step towards me.

Shaking my head slightly I was still shaken up. "A little bit but i should be okay."

"Let's get you to the hospital just in case." He touched my shoulder until he felt Emma staring at us. "No. I'm sorry, Sheriff. I think you heard that wrong."

Emma crossed her arms. "You really don't want to cooperate?"

"Look, we're done here." He attempted to walk away with me.

Emma grabbed his forearm drawing her handcuffs from her belt. "Actually, we're not. You're under arrest."

The next morning I entered the Sheriff station seeing Emma walk out with Henry. Walking up to the pair I laid bail money in her hands. "Here that should be enough to let him out. So just let him go."

"Eve, he was beating your father last night. I...I have to ask why would you help him?" She pulled me away from her kid to have the conversation.

Shrugging my shoulders I didn't understand her question. "I just know I owe him everything I have. Please just let him go."

"Regina is inside talking with him. I'll let him out when we come back with ice cream." She responded leaving with her son while I entered the police station. Almost opening the door I paused hearing the conversation between him and the mayor. She sat sitting on the end of the coach from what I saw, peaking my head around the corner.

Gold sat down on the bench in the cell. "So, you did put him up to it, then."

"I merely suggested, that strong men take what they need." She answered.

Gold rolls his eyes. "Oh, yeah. And you told him just exactly what to take, didn't you? It wasn't bad enough that you had him kidnap Eve. You had to steal her jewelry too."

Regina put her hands together in her lap. "We used to know each other so well, Mr. Gold. Has it really come down to this?"

"What is it you want?" He sniped at her.

She lowered her voice to a much darker tone. "I want you, to answer one question. And answer it simply – what's your name?"

Mr. Gold answered her. "It's Mr. Gold."

"Your real name." She spoke again while I was racking my brain around what she wants from him.

Gold still wasn't answering her. "Every moment I've spent on this earth, that's been my name."

Regina tilted her head. "But what about moments spent elsewhere?"

"What are you asking me?" He shook his head confused.

The mayor threatened him snarky and I swore I could recognize the threatening voice from somewhere else. I just wasn't too positive on where exactly. "I think you know. If you want me to return what's yours – tell me your name."

"Rumpelstiltskin...Now give me what I want." Gold finally declared, making me gasp sharply covering my mouth when my back hit the corner wall behind me. My mind was spinning with one thought in mind that Henry was right all along that there was something off about this town.

Sucking in a shaky breath I willed myself to look into the room they still remained in. Regina reached into her pocket tossing a ring into Gold's hands that I saw him hold in between his thumb and index finger into the light. "You can dream all you want but she won't love you. Her parents won't ever allow you to be together if my curse is ever broken."

"I'm the one with the power around here, your majesty. You do your best to remember that. As for my relationship with Everly you have no business butting in around us. Things are changing around here dear. You just wait, I might just be getting my happy ending before you ever get your true revenge." The pawnshop owner made his voice deeper and his eyes went darker but he carefully cradled the gemstone ring in the center of his palm terrified it might just break one day.

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[yuffi369]

I had this idea earlier today and couldn't get it out of my head, so, here. Inscryption content be upon ye

Daisy Bell

P03 x GN!Reader

You find out that P03 tends to sing to himself when he works alone.

You'd been in the land of Inscryption for a while. You'd no idea how long time had passed outside, but here, it felt like a month. Time moved inside the disk faster than it did in the outside world. P03 had suggested a minute outside was about a day inside- so you'd guessed you'd been gone about thirty minutes, give or take.

The Scrybes didn't know how to get you out of the game. They were used to interfacing with a Challenger through a screen, not actually having a real human being standing face-to-face with them. While they had their own goals in mind, you were on friendly enough terms with all of them to where they all wanted to help you get back to your own life. Sadly, progress had been naught so far, but it was the thought that counted. In exchange for their help, you gave them company, something they all desperately desired.

The one you visited the most frequently was P03, oddly enough. Leshy had let you build a small cabin right by the ocean in his domain, so it was clear on the other side of the island to visit the Scrybe of Technology, but you liked spending time with him. You found it easy to simply sit in the same room, working on separate projects, but together. He wouldn't admit it, but he enjoyed your company, too.

Today, you brought a basket full of lunch food- sandwiches, veggies, pastries. P03 didn't eat much, but he could, if he wanted, and if you offered he always took at least something, to be polite (which, in fairness, he wasn't used to being polite, either). You mostly brought food because you knew you'd be over working for a long time, and if you didn't bring any food you likely wouldn't eat again until you got home.

As you entered P03's factory, standing outside the door, you thought you heard something. High-pitched tones, coming from small speakers inside the building. You thought the song sounded familiar...

As you were trying to recall where you'd heard this song before- it was on the tip of your tongue, so frustrating!- you heard... P03's voice. You were stunned into silence as you heard him singing along to the familiar melody.

"Daisy, Daisy, Give me your answer, do I'm half crazy, All for the love of you"

You remember, now, upon hearing the lyrics. The first vocal synthesizer had sung this song, in 1961. It sounded so sweet, coming from P03's voice box. You guessed that the programmers of Inscryption fed this into his AI, potentially to give him some kind of more realistic-sounding dialogue.

You had a habit of singing along to songs without even realizing it. Upon the second half of the song starting, you began to sing along with the melody as well.

"It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage, But you'll look sweet, upon the seat, Of a bicycle built for two"

Abruptly, the speakers stopped playing the melody. You stepped back as the door to the factory quickly opened. P03 stared at you, with a slightly annoyed expression. Although, was that... blush, on one cheek of his face display? You didn't even know he was capable of being embarrassed.

"Hey," you said, casually. "Mind if I hang out for lunch?"

"Yeah, sure," they replied briskly, turning and hovering back over to their desk. "Next time, just knock."

You shrugged. "I was trying to figure out what song it was. I didn't know you knew how to sing..."

"It's just a catchy tune. Music helps me focus, sometimes. You know how you stinky humans used to sing work tunes when you were working on railroads or sailing ships? Kind of like that."

You smiled. "I think it's a sweet song."

P03 was... oddly silent, for a long moment. His monitor facing away from you, so you couldn't see what expression he was displaying, he finally replied, "Yeah, it's alright, I guess. Been stuck in my head a while."

You sat down on the other side of the table, big enough for the two of you to work on your separate projects. As you begun to get out your notebook to work on your next writing project, you begun to sing under your breath, the song stuck in your head.

"There is a flower within my heart, Daisy, Daisy, Planted one day by a glancing dart, Planted by Daisy Bell"

From the corner of your eye, you saw P03 shift in his seat. You heard him play the melody, and then, you heard his voice box pick up singing the next verse.

"Whether she loves me or loves me not, Sometimes it's hard to tell; Yet I am longing to share the lot Of beautiful Daisy Bell"

With the next chorus, you sang together again, this time intentionally.

"Daisy, Daisy, Give me your answer, do I'm half crazy, All for the love of you!

It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage, But you'll look sweet, upon the seat, Of a bicycle built for two!"

"Enough," P03 said, cutting off the melody. "We're getting distracted."

You looked back up at P03 and nodded. "Sorry." You could've sworn you saw his display face had a blushing expression again. But you decided not to pry, and simply got back to work.

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 350: That was Then, This is Now, p2

“G-Gianna?” I asked Aubrey from my spot a foot off the floor, held aloft in Morgan’s strong hands, my bright colored shoes from the kids’ department dangling helplessly, “Wants to talk to me?” I gulped, trying my best to look dignified. Not an easy task. “N-now?”

I acted surprised, but I’d known this was coming. I’d had reports to complete, a bunch of data from the study to sign off on. It’d been tasked to me quite a while ago. As little as I actually really did for this thing, this clinical trial, Evolution relied on me and my authority to keep things on schedule. At least as far as my own paperwork was concerned, and this report had been due last night. 

“Yeah, she says now,” Aubrey replied, a funny look on her face as she  processed the scene in front of her eyes; the broadly smiling Uber-Amazon Morgan holding her shrunken boss like a toy, a boss that didn’t weigh very much, at that. Aubrey bit her lower lip before continuing. “And she sounds a little annoyed.”

“I am a little annoyed,” came a new woman’s voice, clear as day, from the speakers of my desktop computer. 

What the?? Looking to my left I saw, onscreen, the videochat window already open. There she was, Gianna, remotely controlling my computer. She was here with us already, sort of. I thought I’d told Marisela to fix that, not allow her access to- 

“Hi Morgan,” Gianna spoke, obviously able to see us as she remotely greeted the enormous blonde before me, “Can you put him in his chair so we can have a little talk?”

Next thing I knew I was being plopped behind my desk, butt-in-chair, facing the screen and an obviously nonplussed Gianna Albertini, Study Coordinator for Evolution Pharmaceuticals She was my liaison to the company and the face/ - holy crap look at her tits - chest behind all the money the practice was being infused with for its participation. She was young, she tended to be flippant about this whole project and my involvement, and she didn’t look happy.

After dropping me down into my seat, Morgan had stepped away, her big, long legs quickly getting her to the other side of my desk on her way to the door.

“Morgan, wait,”

Gianna’s voice stopped the big woman in her tracks. It spoke through my computer speakers, “maybe you can stay in the room with us as we chat.”

Morgan turned, with a smile, towering over my desk behind the terminal screen. “I can be doing that, yes,” she answered, with more than a small bit of excitement in her voice. Her smile widened, obviously enthused by the tone this conversation was taking. Even her teeth were big. I could see it already: she was looking forward to a dressing-down. Mine. A man’s at the hands of a woman with authority

Gianna regarded me through the camera. Her brow was crooked; she was not smiling. “Good morning, Doctor,” she spoke, “It’s been a bit since we last touched base, huh?” Though her tone was flat, I could see a glint of light in her eye as she regarded me even through our low resolution screens. She cocked her head. “You look hungry…and skinny.” she said, “Did you eat anything today?”

“N-no, I-” I actually hadn’t.

“Have one of those protein bars you keep in your desk,” she said, plainly. And then paused, waiting for me to act.

What the f-..? How did she know that? I thought, even as I found myself doing exactly as she’d suggested, opening the top drawer of my desk and pulling out a fruit-and-nut protein bar. Breakfast would probably be smart.

“You need the help to unwrap?” Morgan asked, from her looming position over my desk.

“No I-I got it,” I answered, peeling through the foil that - god help me - did give me more of a challenge than it should.

I took a bite. I’d thrown a few of these in here just last week but it still tasted old and stale, almost like the cardboard box they came in. A glass of milk might make it taste better, I couldn’t help but think.

“So, okay,” I began, between a few forced chews. I looked back at the screen trying my best to keep my eyes off her tits. “How long is this going to take?” I asked, “I have patients to get to.”

Gianna didn’t like that. “No, you don’t. I’ve had the staff move your morning patients to Morgan and Vida, because you’ll need the time for the report,” she said. She paused. “And, I don’t like your tone,” she added.

To that, I admit I bristled. Who was this woman, thinking she can run my day, my practice, my time with patients?! If you, dear reader, haven’t gathered it by this point, I was more than a little resistant to participating in this clinical trial to begin with. I was a little weirded out by the whole situation. Yes, the money was good for us - we actually needed it, with my reduced production - but I was not going to allow myself to be scolded by a corporate floozy behind a video chat screen. I was, however, smart enough not to say exactly what was on my mind…but I came exceedingly close. “Well, thanks for thinking of us, Gianna, but I have patient care as  my first priori-”

“I’m going to have to ask you to call me Ms. Albertini from now on….,” she broke in, her body language shifting onscreen - She set her shoulders and thrust out her ungodly chest - in a clear move  to show me who exactly was in charge. “...and I’m this close to demoting you from the principal investigator on this study and naming one of our girls instead.”

Okay, that was the last straw.

“What?!” I blurted, shocked by her boldness.

“You are late with the reports I needed from you, again. I’d given you plenty of time, and you’ve had more than enough warnings,” she laid into me, “I’ve tried to make this as easy for you as possible, because I know you have certain limits-”

“Limits?!?” I exclaimed, taken aback again by her attitude, her belittling of me. I know now, and I think I even kinda knew it then: that I was acting up, lashing out a bit irrationally. I think I felt the need to exert myself in some way, after all the humiliations and submissiveness I was starting to realize comprised my entire weekend. So it was here, I guess, that I was putting my foot down. “I’m perfectly capable of filling out the spreadsheets you need.” I started again, “I’m a busy person and this is-...this is just data entry. I frankly just need to find the time t-”

“Frankly you’re proving yourself to be just like other men,” she cut in, “and showing yourself incapable of the work.”

“Oh my god…!” I groaned, as I was vaguely aware of Morgan leaning a bit forward, over my desk. My hands shot up in impotent rage, but instead of jumping in with a defense of my beleaguered gender, my eyes suddenly drifted into Morgan’s massive, plump cleavage. Woof. A guy could get lost in there…

Morgan began to giggle, a deep and throaty chuckle as my anger began to slip through the cracks of my skull and I became lost in the vast swells of her chest.

Gianna took the opportunity - no doubt seeing my eyes dart upward - to lecture me on my sex’s many recent failings. Yes, yes, I knew that earlier this year women had become the majority of the workforce for the first time in U.S. history. Most managers, like Giana here, were now women too. All her bosses, the executives at the pharmaceutical company certainly were too, I was sure. She told me that for every two men who got their college degree this year, three women would be doing the same. The statistics regarding the graduate and professional degrees were even more dramatic. What do you think the workforce will look like soon? she asked me, Do you think society won't change because of this? For years, decades, generations, women’s progress had been cast as a struggle for equality. “But what if we know now that equality shouldn’t be the end point?” she asked me, as the blonde giantess Morgan continued to keep me tempted  by her big Hungarian bosom. “What if modern society is simply better suited for women like me and Morgan, and Melissa and Olivia and Lakshmi and all the others, to dominate it? To run the lives of flawed, frail men like you?” 

My heart was pounding. Was it fear or, god help me, was I turned on?

Men had been the dominant sex since, well, the dawn of forever. It was called ‘mankind’ for a reason, right? But I knew that, for the first time in human history, that was all changing - and it seemed to be doing so with shocking speed. Cultural and economic changes always reinforce each other, so - yes, like Gianna said - society was certainly going to be different with more and more women becoming the breadwinners, the business leaders, the politicians and even the clergy. Home life was also certainly going to change. With more husbands becoming  dependent on their wives, if there was a ‘Battle of the Sexes’ imminent, like so many were predicting, would they be forced to 'bend the knee' to the so-called superior gender. What would happen to what we considered democracy? What we considered America?

And, it wasn’t just here in the US. The global economy was evolving in new, unexpected ways as well. Many countries were seeing the historical preference for having male children begin to erode. Gianna began talking about  using new advances in medical technology to purposefully alter the birthrates of each sex. She wasn’t just talking about doing it abroad, but here at home as well. The thought made me squirm. Was I outraged? Disturbed? Excited? I didn’t know.. I was far too captivated by Morgan’s chest to understand even my own feelings.

“Oh my god, just look at you,” Gianna said, finally calling me out as I stared blankly forward clearly hypnotized by Morgan’s massive tits. She smirked with a knowing smile that mirrored Morgan’s own. “This is totally going to be how it happens, you know, ‘The End of Men’. You’re all just going to give in to your pathetic male urges and slowly fade away into our cleavages. Battle of the Sexes? We won’t have to fight you at all.”

“F-fight?” I said, confused. I was - I really was! - trying to be angry, trying to resist. But I knew I was instead coming across as pathetic and weak. I clearly, obviously, didn’t really care about my position here, my authority. I only cared about how fucking hot this was though inside my logical side wanted to be enraged and rebel. I was turned on more and more every moment, with every belittling comment Gianna lobbed my way. Regardless of what I said, it was obvious that I was exactly where they wanted me. They knew I would fall into line. Maybe I already had.

Gianna, though, had worked herself into an animated fervor, and she was very obviously still pissed. “I can’t wait, I really can’t,” she began again, “for this study to be fucking done with so I can get out of quarantine and get a hive of my own!”

What? What was she talking about?

“I want to start flexing,” she continued, now sounding like she was talking to herself as much as she was addressing me or anyone else. “I’m a fucking queen and all I have to show for it so far are these enormous tits.”

“wh-what do you m-?” I asked, obtusely. I really had no idea, dear reader, what was going on.

“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t realize,” she pressed on, speaking over me, “how every girl around you has been busting through their bras, just to give you more to look at? Even me. Even just being on these fucking video chats with you has done this…”

At that, onscreen, Gianna turned in profile, pressed forth her shockingly big chest, and nearly gave me an aneurysm. 

“It’s you, you little fucker, you little boob monkey,” she chastised, turning back to the camera, “You’re the one doing this to us.”

“Wh-what??” I stammered, more confused than ever. Is this woman crazy? What’s she talking about??

She continued on her rant, speaking quickly, in heat. “Yep I was assigned to you and surprise surprise what makes me best at getting you to do what I need?” At that, she cupped her hands under her giant breasts and lifted them, bouncing them up and down, flesh quivering above her neckline. “These. You’re the one male I’m allowed to talk to and I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. We knew you were a tit-obsessed freak. I just can’t believe I’m so fucking attracted to you now, either. You’re fucking perfect, so small and weak.”

I was sputtering, confused, still trying to be angry and definitely weirded out by the delusions of this woman, but finding it hard - god help me - to argue back when a set of tits like that just told me I was cute. But, I knew I needed to somehow get this meeting out of its bizarre tailspin and was about to speak up again when Gianna asked for the blond behemoth again. 

“Morgan, sweetie, can you pull his desk out of the way?” she queried, “Just make sure he can still see his computer.”

“Of course,” Morgan answered and then suddenly - sweet lord - with the ease of someone pulling the sheets off the bed she’d yanked my desk back away from me, just enough so, now that she’d stepped back around, she had room to squeeze in, crouch down between my legs and with one hand on each of my knees spread my legs. And she had, yes, repositioned my screen so Gianna could watch this whole thing and - more importantly for her, I think - I could see her. 

“I obviously need you to imprint on me a bit,” Gianna explained through the speakers, adjusting her low-cut blouse and my view of her tits as Morgan looked up into my eyes and seemed ready to just pull the thin fabric of my scrub pants off me. With the same strength she’d shown with my desk, my pants could come off like tissue paper. I knew I’d be in her mouth in seconds. Morgan smiled, grabbed the fabric of my scrubs at my thighs, and slowly started to tear them away when suddenly we were interrupted.  

“Knock knock,Sweetie,” an angelic voice came from the doorway, “I’ve got you your milk…”

Melissa. 

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thanks to RiF again for his help editing and inspiring.

Here there be more:

[lesbiankimdahyun]

can we have a sneak peek at the alphas!minayeon fic you were writing 🫣

I'll do you one better-- here's the full prologue <3

OUT OF OFFICE: PROLOGUE

1.8K words

CW: A/B/O Dynamics

A/N: my first comeback with TWICE was Eyes Wide Open, so WEV’s name is homage to that album 🥺 

also CARATS forgive me for making wonwoo the p2 ceo, im one of u!!

[A!Mina x A!Nayeon]

Nayeon squinted at her computer screen, reading the words in front of her again carefully to make sure she hadn’t misunderstood. 

“The AI allegations? Why the fuck is she talking about that?” Nayeon leaned back in her office chair for a moment in disbelief, the online article she’d been reading still displayed on her desktop monitor. “That fucking journalist, doing exactly as I asked her not to…” The Alpha let out a frustrated huff, resting her chin in her hand for a moment while she thought. “And only someone with exceptionally shitty media training would even think of saying– ” she sat up straight suddenly, cutting off her own thoughts. “Oh…” She reached for the corded phone on her desk and quickly punched a few numbers in. She hit the speaker button, then sat back and waited. 

The phone rang. And rang. Nayeon sighed, fidgeting with the hair tie pulling back her long, light brown hair. “I know you’re in the office, Myoui,” she said under her breath. Finally, the other end picked up. 

“Ah, Nayeon…”

“Mina! I thought you might be in today,” Nayeon said, mustering up a fake, cheerful tone. “The article is out,” she said pointedly, drumming her fingers on her desk slowly. “Have you seen it?”

The woman on the other end cleared her throat uncomfortably. “Yes,” she said, her voice dropping in volume. 

“You know, I liked it,” Nayeon said, nodding her head as if Mina could see her on the other end of the line. “Until I saw the headline. And the first paragraph. And the way the entire article got derailed by the one thing I made that reporter swear up and down they wouldn’t bring up. Tell me there’s no way you’d comment on our competitor’s deep legal shit when your gaming company is doing bigger, better things, right? You wouldn’t comment, not when you’ve been working for the past four years to get this game– this particular game that you first started dreaming of creating in high school– out the door, right?” Nayeon paused for just a moment in case Mina wanted to get a word in, but the other end of her line was dead silent. 

Nayeone exhaled  sharply. “Instead of building hype for the game, now all anyone’s going to notice is the fact that you’re quoted in here saying…” The Alpha swiveled back over to her computer screen. “And this is your direct quote, Myoui: ‘Only someone as naive as PixelPulse’s CEO [Jeon Wonwoo] would have been stupid enough to believe he’d never get caught cutting corners by only using AI instead of real humans to test gameplay analytics and user interface’,” Nayeon read. “‘AI doesn’t test play with epileptic people in mind and now they’re the ones paying the price. I don’t know what’s more embarrassing, the fact that it happened in the first place, or that he hasn’t resigned yet,’” she let out a quick sigh after she finished the last line of the quote. “Mina,” Nayeon said exasperatedly, “You wouldn’t believe the numbers those quotes of yours are doing online right now. Can you please tell me what happened when you spoke with the reporter?”

Nayeon could hear Mina’s rapidly growing panic on the other line, as if she was just hearing for the first time what had been printed. “I- we were just chatting casually at the start of the interview... I didn’t think she would remember–” 

A beeping sound cut off the end of Mina’s sentence. 

“Shit,” Nayeon said, holding her head in her hand and rubbing her forehead. “I have the SVP of Strategic Comms on the other line. Don’t leave for the day until we connect again,” Nayeon said, then hung up her call with Mina. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for a moment, then hit accept on the call waiting. 

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

 An hour later, one of the worst press team calls of Nayeon’s career was over. She had survived, but barely. When it ended, she kept her office door shut and closed her window blinds slowly. She slowly paced around the rectangular room and stress-cried for a few minutes, allowing herself to sit in her overwhelm and frustration. When she’d had enough, she sat down in her office chair and pulled out her phone, swiping through her apps for a moment. She tapped on one of her favorites: an app connected to the doggy cam she had set up so she could check in on her beloved furry source of joy, Kookeu.

She smiled as the tiny pomeranian’s image came up on her phone screen. The dogwalker always left him with a food puzzle after his afternoon walk, and as expected, Kookeu was up and walking around in the kitchen, using his nose and paws to roll a round, purple food toy that dispensed individual bits of kibble when they fell through the holes at just the right angle. He got one out, and Nayeon turned up the volume to hear the tiny crunching noises Kookeu made as he ate it. 

She sighed softly, satisfied that at least someone’s day was going well, and closed the app. Then Nayeon got up. It was time to speak with her new full-time press project: Wide-Eyed Variant Gaming Founder and Director of Engineering, Myoui Mina. 

The farther Nayeon got away from the “hands-off” side of the company’s building and closer to the side Mina frequented, she noticed a severe spike in the number of monitors people had on their desks. It was well after 5:00 now, but she was relieved to see the lights still on in Mina’s large corner office. Relieved– but weirdly nervous. She didn’t like needing to track people down or give feedback people didn’t want to hear. And Mina’s elusive, quiet temperament made it somehow harder. 

She knocked lightly on the open office door. “Mina,” she said, letting herself in. “Thank you for sticking around. I’m sorry for being so…high strung earlier.”

Mina looked up from her four screen display nervously despite also brimming with annoyance. She couldn’t believe this day: to be the founder of her own company and yet now, in this moment, she felt more like a student that had been asked to stay after class. 

To her credit, the Japanese woman was brilliant, and she and Nayeon both knew it. Mina had received her bachelor’s degree in computer science and a master’s in software engineering from some of the best programs internationally; she was a gamer from the moment she developed consciousness, really. She made the papers when she launched her company, Wide-Eyed Variants, fresh out of undergrad from her childhood home, and made headlines again when she was still able to be the director of its engineering department while going back to school full-time for her master’s. 

She’d been profiled a few times by both gaming and arts and culture outlets, had hit a number of 30 under 30 lists, and even had a few op-eds ghostwritten for her in household name outlets like Forbes and The New York Times. The games Wide-Eyed Variant produced were so popular today that they hardly needed any advertising. Even other game series with heavy cult followings like The Legend of Zelda and Animal Crossing always fell short of the consumer-related numbers Wide-Eyed Variant could pull. And from the outside, she made her journey and career look totally effortless. It was no wonder she was considered a person of interest and expert in the gaming field, and that journalists constantly wanted to talk to her. But that’s why Nayeon was here. Mina’s only downfall was the media and being in the spotlight. The Japanese Alpha often got nervous while being interviewed. There was something so scary about consenting to being “on the record” to her, and even though she wasn’t a huge talker, any sign of the little red recording button tended to make her a little too chatty. 

Mina did her best to push her anxious thoughts away and braced herself for what Nayeon would have to say about it all.

“Relax, we’re fixing this,” Nayeon said, as if reading Mina’s mind. She closed Mina’s office door behind her and took a seat in one of the tan leather chairs reserved for guests across from Mina’s desk. “Crisis comms is doing damage control online and legal is working overtime in case PixelPulse comes for us with a defamation or libel case. But you should know…” Nayeon leaned in a little, her face becoming serious. “General Counsel Park Jihyo told me to tell you she’s actually going to need to speak with you like, immediately. She’s on her way down right now, she said this just couldn’t be done over the phone.”

Mina nearly jumped out of her chair. “WHAT??” 

Nayeon’s face broke into a grin and she crossed her arms. “So worth it,” she said to herself. Then, looking up at Mina, she said, “Ah, I’m sorry, that was a bad joke. I promise Counsel Park isn’t storming down here right now.” 

Mina let out a shaky breath, crumpling a bit in her seat. “What the hell, Nayeon! Don’t do that.”

Nayeon chuckled. “I won’t do it again,” she said, her smile slowly fading. “You’re safe from her wrath of legalese, but you’re not safe from me. Strategic Comms wants you to go through media training.” 

Mina couldn’t help but make a face. Hadn’t she done enough of that? “But… I already did…” 

Nayeon nodded. “Yes, you did. But that was before I joined this company. And I’m sure the training you had with whoever back then was fine. They just want you to…” Nayeon uncrossed her arms and waved her hand. “You know, refresh a few skills, maybe learn a new one or two. Plus, this will give me a chance to make sure the rest of my comms and digital teams have the most accurate sense of your voice going forward.” 

“Oh please,” Mina said, unable to hide her annoyance anymore. “Everyone is overreacting, I’m not that bad, really! This instance was– this—” 

Nayeon let out a laugh. “You’ve lost your privileges to say you’re ‘not that bad.’ At least not until we get you a better quote in another outlet,” she said. “Look, just a few media training sessions with me, and then Strategic Comms will get off my back, and I’ll get off yours. Okay?” 

Mina fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Why does it feel like I don’t actually have a choice in this?” 

Nayeon offered a weak smile. “Because you don’t. But thank you for being so willing.” Nayeon stood up, pushing in her chair as she turned to leave. “I spoke to your scheduler, by the way,” she said, opening the office door. “Plan on getting a few calendar invites from me soon.” 

[butmakeitgayblog]

I hadn't thought about a CI smut scene for this pic until I saw it in your tags. Now I can totally see CI size queen Lexa getting railed by Clarke holding up that left leg. So, thanks for that mental image.

Bby that was the first thing that popped into my mind

Lexa texting all morning about how half the office has been running around like chickens with their heads cut off. She's had to fix one crisis after the next due to nothing more than people's incompetence, had to fire three people who work directly with her so now she and her team are stuck with their shit all on top of her normal schedule, and she's just fucking done. Clarke can read it in every clipped message that her baby is exhausted and at her breaking point and it's not even lunch.

She decides that what Lexa needs is a little Me Time during her break. She decides that what she needs is to shut that big beautiful brain off for just a little bit. Clear out the noise to get her head back in the game.

So it's not exactly surprising when she hears her wife's annoyed sigh over the speaker when her secretary buzzes through that she has "a visitor." Is not surprising when Lexa doesn't even lift her head to see who is calling at such an inconvenient time, instead keeping her eyes on her work as she absently points to the chair across from her with her pen and tells them to take a seat. But at the first sound of Clarke's voice smoothing out an amused, "Ah, Lex. You look stressed," that head whips up and oh, it was worth braving midday downtown traffic just to see all the warring emotions flash across that pretty face.

Shock that she's the apparent visitor.

Contrition for having spoken to her so dismissively.

Confusion as to why she's seeing her wife there at 12:27 on a Wednesday afternoon, and very keen on the cut of Clarke's perfectly tailored powersuit... considering it was most certainly not the blouse and pencil skirt she'd left for the gallery in that morning.

She'd popped home to grab her supplies and a quick change of clothes because, while she got off more on fucking her wife like this while wearing a skirt, she'd recognized that Lexa was in desperate need of the Big Guns today.

And there is just no hiding this particular monster under anything but slacks 🙄

But she's receptive when Clarke tells her that she seems entirely too tense. Rolls her eyes when Clarke delivers a few cheesy lines that belong more in a porno than actually flirting with her wife, and she knows Lexa will beat her ass a lovely shade of red for them later.

She makes up for it when she has Lexa undo her slack's button and zip for her. When she hums in approval as Lexa pushes them down to mid-thigh and cups the length through her boxers.

It's fun to make Lexa fish the toy out. Fun to watch her swallow at the sight when Clarke tells her to slick it up. She'd brought the peach flavored lube with her. Lexa's favorite for some ungodly reason. Because this was meant to be a gift after all.

She doesn't waste too much time on letting Lexa get everything ready. No matter how delicious it is to see those plump lips suckling kisses along the shaft and tip.

Instead she combs her fingers through the silk of perfectly straightened hair and tells Lexa to lean back. To grab the edge of the desk and stay quiet. To lift her hips and keep them lifted no matter how good it feels, because Lexa really doesn't want to find out what Clarke means by "Or else."

Unfortunately.

Her wife can really be a terrible listener sometimes.

Because when Clarke slips into her with a few slow passes, careful not to push the stretch too fast too soon, the first thing that little shit does is work to sink down on it, and lets her ass drop right to the desk with a thump.

It honestly feels like Christmas.

Because then Clarke has every excuse to grab her hips and roughly pull them back up. To grab her knee and lift it till that mile long leg is hooked over her shoulder. And Lexa looks so pretty just like this. Stretched open and dripping around her cock. The pink of her lips blushing hot as she ruts against every stroke of the navy blue shaft.

Clarke knows it's gotta be murder on her hip flexors and her back, but Lexa doesn't make a peep of complaint. She just bites her lips harder. Strains up on her tiptoes. Shakes her head when Clarke asks if she's had enough and wants to come.

[daveknowstech]

Where the Android Tablet is today, and what it might become in a post chromebook world..

There has been a lot of discussion about Google, chromeOS, and the future on this Discord, and this post isn't about that. this post looks at the current state of Android Tablets where they can learn from chromeOS and also where Google might go with this..

To do this I've recently purchased the very large Samsung Galaxy Tab10 Ultra. this is a very big, premium tablet device from arguably one of the biggest Android device manufacturers on the planet. A company whom while the rest of the world forgot about android tablets, carried on and paved a solid lineup of Galaxy Tab products.

The purpose of purchasing this behemoth as two fold. firstly I like big tablets, big real-estate. I take a lot of photos, and having the bigger screen helps a lot editing and working with both photos and videos. The second reason was. Its about the sweet spot for a laptop screen as well. So with the Samsung Folio keyboard, there is a familiarity as a Chromebook user to all of this..

So lets cut to the chase, what has a week using this device to do work been like?

At times it felt just like being on a Chromebook, others its as frustrating as anything.. However its frustrating for the same reasons a Windows User would be frustrated going to a Mac (or Vice Versa). things are not available..

Lets start with the good…

Putting the Samsung Folio keyboard on this tablet, and sitting down at a desk, turning on Dex and working was, because i've been using chromeOS, a seamless experience in the most part. I'm used to the Android experience or the web app experience. The tablet is quick. I'm able to edit Insta360 Videos, or in Lightroom or VCSO.. I get Slack messages and apparently look good in Meet calls because the webcam is where it should be (top middle in landscape mode). the battery has lasted all day and I've been able to do what I need to do (DevOps, Ansible, Terraform, sysadmin stuff)

The processor is more than capable of having 15+ apps running, multiple tabs.. the screen is crystal clear, the speakers are good. However i'd expect all of this, its a premium product (RRP: £800ish) just as I would from a similar priced chromeOS tablet.

However I do think this is the case because of the tablets screen real-estate. personally i think if i had got the Galaxy tab10 plus with a smaller screen, I'd have felt much more constricted in what I was doing..

Compared to the Ipad Pro experience, this is no matter what any tech bro influencer will tell you a huge leap over said device. Being able to actually multi task and run apps (in dex) not full screen alone takes this to a level above the Apple product.

However then there is whats missing.. These as i inferred above are things i've noticed having used a Chromebook as my daily driver for the last 5+ years.

As a huge Linux user on Native platforms and chromeOS, i really missed the Chromebooks Linux shell. this is something I've seen Google are working on with android. Both the full debian runing on the OS with Icons aoppearing when you install Linux apps with GUI's (OnlyOffice for example) which launch independetly of the shell is not a feature to be sniffed at and IMO make the Chromebook one of the best entry level Linux devices available today. Whatever Google have done here, they need to replicate.

I'd also like to see the desktop version of the Chrome browser especially on the bigger scren, the android version of chrome is ok for most things, having the desktop version however should not be a huge leap of development to get this working.. with a huge highlight on PWAs which i use a lot on ChromeOS

Finally there is Dex, I have a love hate relationship over the years with Dex, and the classic version has been my workhorse for the last week. with a keyboard, mouse and external monitor this is more than a workable solution for checking email, slack, meet meetings and even some coding. All the time however i am thinking why not chromeOS?

Dex for its time was a great and groundbreaking idea, and interestingly is the last of many convergence tools over the years, and its always made we wonder why when i plug in a Pixel Phone/Tablet into a USB Hub with a monitor I don't get a ChromeOS like experience.

So what are my thoughts on chromeOS becoming Android based on using arguably the top tier Android experience as my sole PC for a week?

It boils for me into these areas

While ChromeOS will run fine on a 4Gb Arm chip for browsing the web and a few tasks. 8Gb is the minimum you need to start using it properly.. The same will be the same with any new android tablet, for this to work, the 8Gb equivalent needs to be the base hardware, same with processors and storage. Google will need as they did with chromebook Plus to set a minimum spec for these new devices day 1. Or they will cause a lot of market confusion and again get that chromeOS low power second screen device label that they have never shifted from the tech press narrative. This i think has only worked for me because of the premium experience, i think had i gone mid tier i'd have been writing something very different.

The interface and app experience is somewhat comparable, however if Google do put the desktop browser on android as has been suggested they may do, this will make a big difference. OneUI for all its haters, does do a good job of presenting a nice desktop above the Pixel equivalent. Its, dare i say it, more "windows like" and having that as an option interface wise would be a good thing.

Expanding on Interface, the experience presnted to the user of Dex when plugging into an external monitor and adding a keyboard/mouse is important, I would like to see Google work here on something which looks like chromeOS appear when i plug an (lets call it Android Plus) Android Plus device into a hub. a step above dex and a more Usable desktop. this provides huge value ad, and really starts to differentiate Android from Ipad Pro and (i think its called) stage manager. This starts to become an easy drop in replacement for schools, businesses etc while staying familiar and enterprise admins can still do thier thing.

And finally there are things which google should 100% be pulling over from ChromeOS, i think the whole material you type experience is better on chromeOS (although this might just be Samsungs OneUI), the Linux shell experience is another huge thing. Better PWA support and the inbuilt VPN support would be nice too.

All in all a space I'll be hugely interested in over the next few years, if google is serious about making a dent in that lucrative iPad/Pro market it needs to make changes and the convergence of the two OS might actually be the thing which takes the Android OS everyone gave up on on Tablets and the chromeOS only good as a second screen device and makes them the thing you guy to get stuff done..