#boardroom drama

[womansfilm]

#love... all this for a boardroom drama......

[ll-underestimated-ll]

Someone mentions public budgets to me and I crumple to the floor looking up at them like this:

#ic #// given the real world drama over them I can only imagine the kind of tense Ventrue boardroom debates he'd be dealing with

[utilitycaster]

Delilah Briarwood for the character ask thing?

How I feel about this character: PEAK villain. Evil. Brilliant. Charismatic. Apparently cannot be killed in a way that matters. Did it all for love originally, but also, objectively, the absolute worst person what with, you know, the torture and senseless killing.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Sylas. There is a reason why people quote the "I broke the world for you" line and it's because it's incredible.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: you know, that was the one thing, like, she didn't really have many other connections; all the other Whitestone Baddies were more like employees. Honestly I like to think that pre-Sylas's death, back in Wildemount, she got along pretty well with Ludinus Da'leth.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don't know if this is unpopular but I'm again like, on the one hand her bouncing around as a warlock patron, given how far she went with Vecna, makes a lot of sense; on the other hand why won't you stay dead (and also my general feelings of preferring a little less of C1 in my C3). But the more I think about it, the more that Delilah still being around is extremely funny. Like, kill me once, shame on me; kill me twice, shame on you; kill me three times ok this is getting ridiculous, wait you're STILL around? ok now this is just hilarious.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I would love to have the gaps filled in re: how she became Laudna's warlock patron. I would also love to know more about her life in Wildemount on the Assembly.

my OTP: Sylas.

my cross over ship: I already did this for Beauyasha but also this is LITERALLY a necromancer4cavalier relationship. Nothing else achieves the Drama.

a headcanon fact: I am always fascinated by how the different types of magic are interpreted in-universe and so I really do love thinking about how the hell Delilah hid being a necromancer for so long. I wonder if she (mechanically) switched subclasses when she made the deal with Vecna? Or if she was like "oh I'm DEFINITELY an enchantress" and just picked her spells wisely? Or if it was like "Hey [there] Delilah, what have you got there" *shoving a zombie behind her* "a smoothie".

#what I need to know is: is the Assembly a tense boardroom drama? or a wacky sitcom #because i can do either #delilah briarwood #ask meme

[abdulraheemnohri]

OpenAI’s Boardroom Drama Could Mess Up Your Future

In June I had a conversation with chief scientist Ilya Sutskever at OpenAI’s headquarters, as I reported out WIRED’s October cover story. Among the topics we discussed was the unusual structure of the company. OpenAI began as a nonprofit research lab whose mission was to develop artificial intelligence on par or beyond human level—termed artificial general intelligence or AGI—in a safe way. The…

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#Boardroom #drama #Future #Mess #OpenAIs

[sleepinghypnos]

Female Idol/s x Named Character

(You can insert yourself as the Protag…)

Tags: Smut

Genre: Threesome (Kinda?), Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Female Idol x Named Character (Reader), Cum swallowing, Facial.

Red Velvet Joy & Wendy x Han Jin-woo (Protagonist.)

3rd Person’s POV

Han Jin-woo is a mixed, his mother was pure Korean while his father is Italian-American, His parents decided to live in Korea. He was just 12 years old when his whole world came crashing down. His parents, who were his only family, died in a tragic car accident. Suddenly, he found himself alone and without anyone to turn to.

As an orphan, Han Jin-woo was living with their family’s butler in his house. The butler gave Han Jin-woo knowledge he has to know about his parent’s inheritance. Despite the difficult circumstances, he refused to let his past define him. He was determined to become successful and create a better life for himself.

At the age of 18, Jin-woo received a large inheritance from his parents' estate. Most people would have squandered the money on material possessions and luxuries, but Jin-woo had bigger plans. He used the money to start his own business.

With his sharp business acumen and natural leadership skills, Jin-woo's company quickly became one of the most successful in South Korea. By the age of 26, he was the CEO of a powerful company.

Due to his interest in the Entertainment Industry. He had a vision to merge two of the biggest entertainment companies in South Korea, JYP and SM, under one umbrella company. Many thought it was an impossible task, but Jin-woo was determined to make it happen. JYP and SM Entertainment are both facing a huge crisis due to staff negligence, improper management, and backlashes about the songs they produce for their idols. This is the key for Han Jin-woo to devour the entertainment giants.

Through months of intense negotiations and strategic planning, Jin-woo managed to bring JYP and SM together under one company called Deicide Entertainment. The newly formed company became an overnight success, dominating the entertainment industry with its wide range of talents and production capabilities. Jin-woo's name became synonymous with success and his company became a force to be reckoned with.

Not only did Han Jin-woo successfully merge the two companies, but he also revitalized the dying image of idols in JYP and SM, then turn Deicide Entertainment into a multi-faceted media conglomerate that now produces music, dramas, films, and manages some of the biggest names in the industry.

Apart from his business acumen, Han Jin-woo's towering height, chiseled features, and fit physique have also made him a heartthrob in the entertainment industry. His striking looks coupled with his success have made him a desirable figure, and it is no secret that he has had his fair share of romantic encounters. In a society where the personal lives of public figures are heavily scrutinized, Han Jin-woo's sexual activities have sparked controversy and gained him a reputation among his colleagues. However, he remains unapologetic and believes that his personal life has no bearing on his professional capabilities.

2nd Person’s POV (Named Character)

You step into the dimly lit dance practice room, the scent of sweat and determination filling your senses. As the CEO of Deicide Entertainment, you had often visited this place to check in on your artists and make sure everything was running smoothly. Today, you were specifically here to see Red Velvet and their upcoming comeback.

At 28 years old, you had already achieved great success in the entertainment industry. Your company was known for its innovative ideas and with the merging of JYP and SM Entertainment had taken the industry by storm. You were a force to be reckoned with, both in the boardroom and the bedroom.

As you enter the room, you spot the girls of Red Velvet practicing their choreography. They were your top girls, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement at the sight of them. But your focus quickly shifted to two members in particular, Son Seung-wan, or as the world knows her as Wendy and Park Sooyoung also known as Joy.

Wendy was known for her powerful vocals and graceful dancing, but in that moment, all you could see was her glistening with sweat as she moved to the music. Joy on the other hand has seductive voice and charismatic aura. They stopped dancing and took a break. And as if sensing your gaze on them, they greeted you together with the other members.

You couldn't resist any longer, your desire for her taking over. You walk towards to the two people that caught your attention, ignoring the startled looks of the other members.

“Follow me, both of you.” You said and greeted the other members of Red Velvet, the two girls followed you to your office.

“Lock the door.” You calmly said and Joy immediately locked it, you wrap your hands on Wendy.

Wendy doesn't resist, her hands instinctively finding their way to your neck, pulling you down for a passionate kiss. The smell of her sweat and the sound of her breathless moans only fueling your desire. You press her up against the glass window wall in your office, your hands roaming over her body hungrily.

With a smirk, you lean down and whisper in Wendy's ear, “Why don't you suck my cock, Wendy?”

Without any hesitation, Wendy kneels down in front of you, unzipping your pants and pulling out your throbbing shaft. Her eyes widen at the sight of it, “the rumors about you really is true.” Wendy said and she bites her lip in excitement. She wraps her soft lips around your girthy 12 inch cock, sucking and licking it with expert skill.

You groan in pleasure as Wendy's hot mouth engulfs you, her tongue swirling around your head while Joy watches from behind her. When Wendy pulls back for air, Joy takes her place, eagerly taking your cock in her mouth and deep-throating it. They take turns pleasing you, choking and gagging on your massive cock as they moan in ecstasy.

As you reach your peak, Wendy and Joy playfully fight over who gets to swallow your load. In the end, they both get a taste, as you have obscene amount of load, their faces are half-covered and mouths are full, you can't help but chuckle at their competitive nature. As they clean you up.

“Joy, lie on the couch and spread your legs.” And before she knew it, she was lying on the couch with her legs spread, while you knelt in front of her. Joy felt her face flush with embarrassment, but also a sense of excitement.

You wasted no time, as you eagerly began to perform oral pleasure on Joy. Joy couldn't help but let out a loud moan as your skilled tongue worked its magic on her. She had never experienced anything like this before, and it was driving her wild.

As Joy moaned and writhed on the couch, Wendy could only watch in arousal. She wanted to join but she couldn't deny the intense desire that was building up inside her as she watch her group member enjoys herself.

After a few minutes, you pulled away from Joy, leaving her gasping for air, she reached her peak and now quivering. You set your eyes on Wendy, she aroused and horny, since you are generous, she also get the oral pleasure she deserves. Now both of the idols were wasted just by your tongue alone.

But before Joy could even catch her breath for a little longer, you positioned Joy in all fours, she wasn’t ready to take you inside of her. Being considerate, you slowly entered her, and Joy couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy. Wendy's eyes widened in shock as she watched how your cock entered Joy’s pussy.

Your thrusts became faster and more intense, and Joy couldn't contain her pleasure any longer. She was moaning loudly, screaming your name as she reached her peak. “Yes! F-fuck! Fill me, please fill me up! Breed me until I’m bloated.” You followed soon after, both of you collapsing onto the couch in a state of pure bliss. Filling Joy’s womb with your virile seeds.

Wendy is waiting for her turn patiently, you can’t let a woman wait and you lead her to the carpeted floor and she willingly lies down. You look at her, admiring how perfect she looks. You start to undress your top.

As soon as your bodies connect, you feel a shockwave of pleasure course through your entire body. You start to penetrate her slowly, taking your time to make her adjust to your size. Wendy's moans fill the room, and you can't get enough of her. You increase your pace, and she starts to become a wreck under your touch. She loses control, and all that is left is sheer ecstasy.

You are thrusting in and out, letting her feel your weight and muscular physique against her petite body.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the air, along with Wendy's moans and gasps. You can feel her reaching her peak, and with one last powerful thrust, she squirts, making you both gasp in surprise.

“I didn't know you could squirt,” you say, while caressing her face.

“I didn't think I could do it either,” she replies, panting. “I'm filling you up just like what I did to Joy,” you say, referring to one of Red Velvet's other member lying on the couch just happily watching.

Wendy nods, surrendering to the pleasure you are giving her. You continue to pound into her, pushing her to the edge over and over again. As you feel your own release approaching, you thrust deeper and came inside of her filling her to the brim. You pull out and watch as your cum flows out of her.

Joy eagerly uses her mouth to catch it all, making you groan in satisfaction, she shared the cum she collected to Wendy by kissing one another.

“Relay my message to Irene after you met with your co-members later.” You said to the girls still kissing. But they nodded because they already knew what the massage was. It’s Irene’s turn…

A/N: I don't know what to write so here, sorry for ghosting those who wants the continuation of the Bodyguard Series.

#kpop smut #smut #kpop fic #wendy smut #joy smut #red velvet smut

[rafeandonlyrafe]

office hours

words: 1.4k

warnings: maybe inappropriate workplace relationship lol

“sorry for the interruption, mr. cameron, i need your signature on this.” 

rafe groans, suddenly jolted out of his groove. he holds a hand out, and his employee drops the stack into his hand. rafe thumbs it over quickly, it’s just an expected agreement for a merger, already signed by his company’s lawyer, so he scrawls his name on the line and shoves the paper away, turning back to his computer.

“nelson, wait.” rafe calls right before he can leave the office. the man turns around nervously. it’s no secret that rafe is a tough boss to work for. he can snap over little mistakes, because he wants everything to be absolutely perfect, but if you keep your head down and do solid work, you can rack in a lot of money.

“no interruptions unless it’s an emergency.” rafe says, and nelson nods, knowing it’s now on him to make sure nobody disturbs the bossman, otherwise it’ll not just be the interrupters head, but his as well.

rafe turns back to his email, finishing typing it and not even bothering to read it over before hitting send. he looks waywardly at the stack of papers that’s his next assignment. it’s the end of the financial year, so everyone has been extra busy.

rafe opens the first binder, quickly going over just the bits he needs to. he works quickly through the second and is onto the third when his concentration breaks by a commotion outside of the only semi sound proof glass walls of his imposing office.

rafe waits for it to die down, but it doesn’t. with a sigh, he gets up out of his chair, giving a glare to the ‘ceo’ nameplate on his desk. he loved the power of running a company, but goddamn, did he sometimes hate the work that came with it. he just hopes whatever all the noise is about isn’t petty drama, otherwise there will be firings before it hits 5pm.

“he said not to be disturbed!” rafe hears nelson say as the door swings silently shut behind him.

“unless it’s an emergency, it’d say mckenzie inc pulling out is a fucking emergency!” rafe can’t let this go on any further as more people begin yelling at nelson, unaware that rafe was watching them. “shut the fuck up!”

you could hear a pin drop with how quickly a silence fell over the crowd. “is mckenzie inc pulling out?” it’s still silent, so rafe gives the crowd a general glare.

“it’s only a rumor, sir.” 

“from who?” he asks. rafe doesn’t recognize the name spoken back to him. it’s so goddamn much to keep up with every single other company that they partner with.

“take ten minutes to gather up everything you know and then meet me in the conference room.” rafe knows exactly what he is going to do with those ten minutes as he heads towards the stairwell, heading one floor down. he swears he’s going to tread wear patterns into the carpet with how many times he takes this same path.

he opens the door, unclenching his jaw that he didn’t even realized was clenched in the first place when you look up from your paper with a smile on your face. “hey rafe.”

“hi wifey.” he says, moving around your desk to hug you. you stand so you can put your arms over his shoulders, humming gently in approval at rafe squeezing your body against his.

“it’s only 4:30pm, are you going home early?” you ask him, rubbing your hands gently over his shoulders, knowing how much tension he holds in his body.

“there’s a rumor mckenzie inc is pulling out.” your face falls briefly before you put your happy mask back on, but rafe catches it. “i’m sorry baby. i called a meeting to figure it out, but i don’t know how long it’ll take. you go home if i’m not out by 5, okay?” rafe hates the thought of you leaving the office all alone, his sweet wife having to drive his obnoxious (your words, not his) sports car back to your house, making dinner all alone as rafe is stuck in a boardroom.

“it’s okay, i can wait for you.” you say, kissing rafes jaw gently as he nuzzles his nose into you. it’s definitely inappropriate, being married to your boss, but you were an accountant at this company before rafe took over as ceo, so no one really bats an eye. in fact, they’ve gotten used to politely hinting when they need help swaying your husband or calming him down.

“no, baby, i want you to go home.” rafe says, glancing at the clock.

“mmm, maybe.” you say, and rafe knows there’s no point in arguing with you when he has to get back up to the top floor. “hey.” you cup rafes cheek, seeing all that stress in his eyes. “i love you.”

rafe smiles gently, leaning down to peck your lips. “i love you too.” 

rafe hates having to leave, and briefly considers asking you to just come sit at the table up there, but he knows whenever you’re in the same room he can’t properly focus, always attuned to your needs, if your happy, if anyone is bugging you, if there’s a way for him to get his hands on you.

he steps into the boardroom and the chatter dies down. rafe sits down at the end of the table, looking pointedly at the poor soul who happened to sit closest to him. 

“there’s a possibly leaked report that mckenzie inc is pulling out of our deal, but i heard from my source that they just want to renegotiate their contract-” shouts of disagreement arise. rafe pinches his nose between his fingers. this will be a long night.

--

they’re not even done, but rafe knows if he spends literally another second with these people that he’s going to end up decking one of them in the face, so rafe calls for a half hour recess for dinner. he glances at his watch as he heads down the stairs. 6:30pm, an hour and a half after he’s hoping you left.

he’s hopeful when he notices your ceiling light turned off, but as he gets closer to your office he notices that you’re curled up in your office chair, peaceful look on your sleeping face illuminated only by the blue light of your computer screen that remains on.

rafe melts right on the spot, seeing you, his perfect little wife, fallen asleep at your desk because you don’t want to leave him.

he opens and closes the door gently, kneeling on the ground next to your chair. he places a hand gently over your head, rubbing your hair as softly as he can so you don’t startle awake. “hey, baby.” he whispers. 

you stir at his sweet voice, eyes fluttering until you place where you are. “mmm, how long did i sleep?” you ask.

“it’s 6:30 now. you should have gone home, are you hungry?” 

“‘m okay.” you say, sliding your knees down from the curled position in a big stretch. you grab your phone, checking your texts with a smile. rafe feels a brief flare of intense jealousy roll through him as he angrily thinks who the fuck is texting you and more importantly whothefuckistextingyouthatsmakingyouSMILE. but you turn your phone to show him and his thoughts are completely changed.

you: there’s a rumor that mckenzie inc is pulling out of their deal with us. can you tell me anything?

henrietta (mckenzie inc ceo wife): no clue where that rumor got started. just checked with richard and it’s not true. get you and rafe home!

you: thank you! saved us hours of headache. by the way, shall i drop off some strudels tomorrow? i got…

rafe stops reading the text message thread and looks up at you in awe. you giggle and drop your phone onto your desk, letting rafe pull you into a kiss. “you’re incredible.” he mumbles against your lips before capturing them again “amazing… genius… beautiful.”

you eventually have to pull away from kissing rafe. “you should go tell the guys and gals that it’s all good and they can head home.”

“they’ll figure it out.” rafe says, grabbing your bag and shoving your personal items in it. you look at him confused before he slings it over his shoulder, bending down to pick you up bridal style. “i’ve got to take you home right now before i have to explain to them what all the screaming and moaning they heard was.”

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Clandestine.

You and Stewy know it’s wrong. So why, pray tell, does it feel so right?

Part Two. Part Three.

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x female Roy reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - Cursing, allusions to sexual content

Word Count - 1.5k

Author's Note - in honour of stewy's beautiful appearance in episode 2, please enjoy this!! hoping and praying we get to see a hell of a lot more of him this season <3

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You’re bored.

To the outside eye, life as a Roy is a dream. Money, cars, designer clothes, big fancy galas filled to the brim with millionaires. It sounds ideal.

It isn’t. Between family drama, backstabbing and betrayal, and directionless small talk, being the youngest Roy sibling is a stifling job. But someone has to do it. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Tonight, you find yourself at another Waystar Royco charity gala. The ballroom downtown sparkles with diamonds, champagne flowing and expensive perfume overwhelming. It’s another mandatory job on your list. Attend, smile, wave, make polite conversation, rinse rich men for their money and leave. Simple.

Or so you thought.

You arrived with Roman and Kendall, the both of them immediately separating and making their way to friends and business partners, leaving you stood alone. Fingertips brush the skin of your back that’s exposed by your dress, sending a shiver down your spine.

You smell him before he enters your eyeline. He smells like vanilla and sandalwood. He smells expensive. Not the faux, gawdy expensive like most men in the room, but genuinely luxurious. His cologne makes you dizzy. You reach out and hold onto the edge of the table in front of you before you lose your balance.

You feel him before you turn around. He’s warm, and broad, and the crisp white material of his dress shirt is pressing into you. You gasp quietly at his boldness, praying that no one sees the youngest Roy so close to a sworn enemy.

Stewy Hosseini.

Kendall’s third oldest friend. Both a rival and an asset to your family. One of the biggest assholes in New York City.

The man you’re hopelessly in love with.

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You honestly hadn’t meant for it to go this far.

Originally, it was sex. Brilliant, mind blowing, earth shattering sex.

Until it wasn’t.

Now, it’s late night phone calls and clandestine meetings and holding hands and apartment hunting and kisses on the forehead. Now, it’s real. It’s become something undeniable.

They’d kill you if they knew.

They’d murder you both. You’d be shunned. Stewy would be dropped and cut from Waystar Royco like he never meant anything in the first place. Your inheritance would be taken away, all Roy privileges revoked.

Basically, it’d be hell. So why do you keep finding yourself considering it?

You’ve never been loved like this. So total, so complete, so all consuming. So unconditional. It’s no secret that the Roy siblings are strangers to love. But not anymore.

Now, you know love. You wake up to love and kiss him on the small patch of skin on his cheek where his beard won’t grow. You dance with love in the kitchen, allowing him to spin you around in your socks, catching you when you slip. You see love across the boardroom, communicating with him silently, having full conversations with just your eyes.

They can deny it all they want, but you know the truth. This is what love is supposed to be. They’re scared of it because it’s unfamiliar. It isn’t material. They’re terrified of love because they can’t touch it, or mould it, or manipulate it. They’re petrified.

You ran into love headfirst, unwittingly. Would you have slept with Stewy that night, well over a year ago, if you’d have known this is how it’d turn out? You’re not sure, honestly. But all you know is that no matter what they say when they inevitably find out, none of it matters. Love is real. And it is astounding.

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“You with me, sweetheart?” he murmurs into your ear, warm breath raising the hairs on your neck.

“Yeah, baby,” you mutter back, attempting to keep a neutral expression on your face. “I’m here.”

“Where did you go, huh?”

His fingers journey down, brushing over your ass. He gives it a squeeze before stroking it up your hip, resting his hand on your waist.

“Just daydreaming,” you reply.

“About what?” he asks teasingly, caressing your skin in gentle motions. Back, forth. Back, forth. He’s making it hard to concentrate.

“You,” you whisper quietly. He hears you loud and clear. “Always you.”

He wants to kiss you. God, he wants to kiss you. He wants to grab your face and smash his lips to yours, consequences be damned. He wants to pick you up and twirl you around and scream “look at the woman I love!”.

Instead, his fingers tighten on your waist. He looks around carefully before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to the spot just below your ear. Then, he moves to stand in front of you. To anyone else, it looks like two old friends having a conversation.

“You look so fuckin’ beautiful in that dress,” he tells you, his voice laced with sincerity and admiration. His eyes are raking up and down your frame. The heat of his gaze is making you warm.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Hosseini,” you tease. That’s an understatement. His suit fits him like a glove, perfectly tailored to all of his curves. It’s all crisp edges and careful lines. He’s wearing the cufflinks you got him for his birthday, the ones engraved with the both of your initials. The letters are small, tucked away on the underside. No one knows they’re there – your little secret.

Stewy winks at you and goes to take a step forward, but a hand on his arm stops him. A gorgeous woman with flowing brown hair and a silk gown appears at his side, smiling at you politely before turning to him.

“There’s a couple of guys over there asking where you are. They want to talk about the Williams deal.”

He gives you a look drenched in apology before allowing himself to be dragged away. He takes all of the warmth with him, leaving you stood in the ballroom, cold and alone.

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You knew he was bringing a date. It’d been a point of discussion the night before.

“We have to keep up appearances, Stewy. It makes sense. I know it doesn’t mean anything, okay. I’m not worried,” you reassure him, carding your hands through his hair. He’s lying with his head in your lap on his couch, eyes closed and brows scrunched. You smooth your thumb over the crease in his forehead, before kissing the spot gently.

“I know. Fuck, I know,” he sighs defeatedly. The idea of having some random supermodel on his arm at the gala is killing him. What he wouldn’t do for it to be you.

“It’s only one night, baby,” you soothe gently. “I’ll come back here afterwards. It’ll be a couple of hours at most. You know people are going to talk if Stewy Hosseini, the most eligible bachelor of New York, turns up without a date.”

He chuckles heartily, and the vibrations settle in your bones.

“One night,” he agrees. “Just one night.”

With that, he sits up, cradling your face in his hands. He kisses you softly, carefully. He’s so tender with you. No one else in the world gets to see him like this. No one else gets to see him vulnerable. He likes it that way. You do too.

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There’s a pull between you and Stewy. It’s like a magnetic force, dragging you together no matter where you are, or what you’re doing. You feel it in the monotonous board meetings. You feel it at the family events he’s reluctantly invited to by Kendall. You feel it now, as you float around the ballroom, praying for the night to be over.

You allow your mind to drift away, dreaming of what awaits you later tonight. You can picture it perfectly. You and Stewy, curled up in bed, his penthouse bedroom illuminated by candlelight. Glasses of wine discarded on the night stand, sheets thrown across the mattress, legs tangled together. Skin pressed to skin, warmth seeping into your bones. Gentle melodies filling the room, the man underneath you humming softly into your ear. This is heaven, you’ll think. Bury us like this, please.

You can feel when his eyes are on you. Heat prickles over your skin, goosebumps rising. It’s become like a sixth sense, this silent communication between you. You catch his gaze and wink, and you swear you see him blush slightly. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, and nods in the direction of the door. You get the hint, and follow him, trailingly behind subtly.

You reach the hallway and look around, but Stewy is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, you feel a warm grip grab your hips, pressing you into the wall.

“Been waiting to get my hands on you all night,” he murmurs into your ear lowly.

He’s trailing his fingers up and down your sides. You can feel him, hot and hard behind you, groaning as he bites at your throat. He kisses the hinge of your jaw, and then your cheek. It’s forbidden and it’s sexy and it’s so gentle it makes your knees wobble.

“Come home with me,” he begs. “Let’s blow this off and get out of here.”

The offer is tempting. So, so tempting. But you know people would put the pieces together. Stewy leaves, you leave… suspicions arise. As easy as it would be to just say fuck it and tell everyone, you want to keep this a secret for a little longer. You want to stay in this little bubble of warmth and love and trust a little longer. You want to stay happy a little longer.

“We can’t,” you whine. “They’ll notice.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he replies. “You shouldn’t either.”

You want to disagree, but the way he’s moved his hand to sit at your throat while pressing himself into you is making it hard to think.

“Live a little, baby,” he teases, nipping at your ear.

“Fine! Fuck, fine. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

He grabs your hand, giddy smile etched on his face. He’s practically running with you to his car, dress flowing in the breeze behind you, heels clacking against the marble floors. You tumble into the backseats, his lips pressed to yours as you make your way home. Home.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your eyes blink open, sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. You’re resting comfortably on Stewy’s chest, both of his strong arms wrapped around you. You yawn sleepily, wondering what’s awoken you.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Oh. That. You check the clock on the nightstand, realising that it’s only 7am. On a Saturday. Who’s knocking on the door at 7am on a Saturday morning?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Fuck, is the noise getting louder? You nudge Stewy carefully, waking him.

“There’s someone banging on your door,” you whisper.

He groans and untangles his legs from yours. He throws on a pair of boxers, and moves to investigate the source of the knocking. You listen intently, curious to know who’s trying to gain Stewy’s attention so determinedly.

The door swings open.

“Ken?” Stewy questions, and you can almost hear the fear in his voice.

“Hey, man. Where the fuck is my sister?”

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[itsanidiom]

The problem with *some BL office dramas is they seem to think that I care about their business success.

Like let me give some examples:

We Best Love: Fighting Mr. 2nd knew how much I as an audience member cared about both the company our boys worked for and the project they were working on. How much? Not much. Except when it relates to their romance. Zhou Shu Yi having to work with Gao Shi De again because he works for his dad's company and they're doing a merger. Classic forced proximity. Love it.

This is the shit I wanna see. Their romance. The company could crash and burn for all I care. All I know about their work is that they are in an office and making some kind of software. That's it.

Here's another example. Cherry Magic! They work somewhere that make pens and stationary. Sometimes they have to do lots of unexplained paperwork. Do I care about the details surrounding the pen company paperwork? No. I don't. They know this and respect my time by not having a character spend an episode walking me through the pen company audit paperwork.

When a character has a big project, it is brief and has a clear connection to the romance arc. In season 1 and 2, work project moments just create big "reasons we cannot be together" crisis moments to be overcome.

*Step By Step, on the other hand, forced me to sit through employee training sessions and about one full length boardroom meetings per episode about products and marketing campaigns. I felt as bored watching those scenes as I would have if I was actually a member of a marketing team sitting in on a meeting that could have been an email.

Apart from the meeting where they first decide to use Put, there's no clear romantic drama or stakes in many of those scenes. It's literally just business. I do not care about Forge, they were just a client, and yet that client's name is now burned into my brain. I do not care about Olive and Pearl (?) or how their karaoke night marketing is gonna be amazing because look we got Put in it again. In fact, get that guy out of my face! All I care about is our main characters and their romance. And yet I must sit through board meeting after board meeting after...

#rant #bl dramas #step by step #step by step the series #we best love #we best love: fighting mr. 2nd #if you disagree fight me #lol #I was also going to add Check Out as another TERRIBLE example of what not to do #But we all know it's crap I don't want to even bother lol #I have thoughts about Office BL Dramas

[ladymunson]

The Boardroom 18+

Fic Summary: After your encounter with Bucky in his house you’re surprised to find out he’s your new boss. His assistant Mary is about to retire and he’s looking for a someone new to take the position. Another co-worker has her sights on the job but Bucky only has eyes for you, much to her chagrin.

A/N: Thank you for the support for part one and sorry it’s taken so long to post part two. I really wanted to get this right.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected sex, sex in the workplace, unequal power dynamic, drama.

Word count: 2803

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“Y/N wait!” Bucky calls out as you leave the meeting room. You stop and turn around as everyone else files out. Angela gives you the evil eye as she walks past.

“Yes sir?” You say, not making eye contact.

“Please don’t do that. I’m so sorry, I had no idea you worked here.” He says.

“What happened between us will not happen again.” You say in a hushed voice. “I don’t want anyone to think I’m getting special treatment. I’m also going to invest in some blinds, it’s not appropriate for that to continue.”

Six weeks later

“Hey there y/n” your college Mary, Bucky’s personal assistant says as you’re pouring your morning coffee. “Do you have a minute to talk in my office?”

“Of course!” You say as you follow her. Her office is decorated in florals and pastels, very feminine but homely.

“Please shut the door hon.” Mary says, your stomach drops. Are you in trouble? You shut the door and proceed to her desk. “Take a seat.” You oblige and sit down, your heart pumping wildly and your palms beginning to sweat.

“Is everything okay?” You ask.

“Everything is wonderful actually, no one knows this yet but I’m retiring at the end of the month.” Mary says with a smile.

“What?!” You say open mouthed. “Why? And why are you telling me before anyone else?”

“Well… someone needs to replace me as Mr Barnes assistant and I wanted to offer the position to you before I announce.”

“Me?!” You ask, shocked.

“I’ve seen how much of a hard worker you are, even though you’ve not been here long. I see you take great care and pride in everything you do and that’s exactly what this job needs.”

“Doesn’t this need to go through HR first?”

Mary sighs. “I’d rather not, I already know that everyone who applies will get turned down.” You raise your eyebrow in question. “Angela set her sights on James the moment she found out he was taking over from his father. She would instantly put herself in the position, and attempt to put herself in his bed. He’s like my nephew and I just couldn’t let that harpy get to him.”

“If he wanted to bed her, then that‘s his decision.” You reply.

“He doesn’t want to y/n but she won’t take no for an answer, she’s tried to get her claws into him for the past three years when he’s attended company functions with his father. I really want you to take this job, not just because you’re a great worker but you’re also professional.”

“Can I think about it?”

Five days later

“Why did you pick her for the job? What has she got that I don’t?!” Angela pouts as she confronts Mary in her office after the announcement of her retirement.

“I would say it’s nothing personal Angela but that would be a lie. I made my decision, you need to respect it.” Mary replies as she folds her arms across her chest.

Angela scoffs, “We’ll see how long she lasts, Bucky can be SO demanding.” She smirks before exiting Mary’s office.

Mary let’s out a sigh before picking up the phone and dialling Bucky’s number.

“Barnes.” He answers.

“James we have a problem.”

“Let me guess, Angela?” He responds.

“She’s gonna make y/n’s life miserable…���

“Don’t worry, I have a plan.”

The next morning

“What’s this?” You ask as Bucky hands you a brand new smartphone.

“I’ll need to be able to get ahold of you at all times and all instructions and duties will come from this new number. If anyone tells you I’ve asked you to do something, you can ask me on this number. And don’t tell anyone about it, except Mary.”

“Why would…? Ah. Angela?” You ask. Bucky nods and leaves your office.

One week later

Bucky- I’m gonna need you to stay late tonight, we have a meeting.

You- How late?

Bucky- Meeting is at 8pm.

You’re thirty minutes early for the meeting, training as Bucky’s assistant has been gruelling but tonight, you have to set up the conference room. Having this meeting at 8pm means you skipped dinner to be here, it’s that important. If you can land this contract it will be a huge thing for the company, there may even be a pay rise in it for some of us.

You place your bag on a chair and get to work. You use the key to open the supply cupboard and take out a brand new pack of note pads and a new box of pens. You open the note pads and place one on the table in front of every chair and a pen on top of each pad. Next are the water glasses which you place around the table, the refrigerator in the corner of the room is stocked with bottles of water which will be distributed when the meeting begins.

You hear Bucky come into the office, so you quickly grab your bag and run into the ladies room. In the bathroom you change from flats into heels and check your hair. The elegant chignon from this morning has lost its setting so you decide to remove the clips, letting it loose and cascading around your shoulders. You grab my brush out of your bag and run it through your hair, the chignon has left your hair with a bouncy curl which looks really cute. You check your dress, making sure there are no stains on the white of the fabric. Once satisfied you grab a lipstick out of your bag and apply the dusky rose colour to your lips. You usually wear nude lipstick to the office but changed your bag this morning, leaving this colour as your only choice. The colour isn’t very bold which is great so it will do.

You exit the bathroom and head back to the conference room, passing by his office quickly. “Y/N?” You hear him call.

“Yes Mr Barnes” you reply from the conference room doorway.

“Can you please make sure there are note pads and pens around the table? And make sure you set out a place for yourself, I need you to stay and take notes for me.” He calls from his office.

“Pads and pens already set out sir and I’ll add a place for me.”

“Thank you!”

You head to your office and grab your iPad, taking notes on that will be much easier. Then you head back to the conference room and place it at the end of the table, opposite his place. You also get yourself a glass.

He walks into the room, looking at his phone “Y/N they’re arriving now, is everything...?” He trails off as he looks up at you, his mouth slightly gaped. “I’ve never seen you with your hair down at the office... pretty” That last word sounded like it should’ve been a personal thought but you don’t draw attention to it.

“Thank you sir. Is there anything else you need before the elevator arrives?” You ask. He shakes his head as you hear the ding and the doors open.

“James...” the first man exiting the elevator says, extending his hand to him.

He shakes his hand. “How are you Bob?” Several other people get out of the elevator behind Mr Kellerman, he always travels with an entourage.

“Can’t complain. Let’s get this show on the road shall we?” Mr Kellerman walks into the conference room and takes a seat in the middle of the table with his back to the window. His assistant Ms Deacon sits to his right and the other members of the party take seats around the table. You get up from your place at the table and get the bottles of water out of the refrigerator, handing them out.

You can feel someone looking at you, like their eyes are boring through you. You ignore it before taking a seat and opening the notes app on your iPad.

The meeting gets underway, you follow everything that’s being said, writing in code so you can interpret them later.

As you listen to Bucky speak, you realise how incredibly sexy his voice is, shifting slightly in your seat and noticing the dampness in your panties. You close your eyes and take a deep breath as you try to erase the thoughts of him slamming you up against the wall and taking you hard and fast out of your mind. You open your eyes and look up straight into his baby blues, you feel the dampness grow as your eyes lock, the small moan he lets out causing you to soak your panties.

You stand, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, may I be excused?” You ask.

He licks his lips and nods his head. You head to the bathroom, stepping into the stall and locking the door behind you. You lean against it, “fuck!” You whisper as you shimmy out of your underwear. You have no spares in your bag so you’re gonna have to go without underwear.

You throw the panties on the floor behind the toilet to collect later and flush, stepping out of the cubicle and washing your hands.

When you get back in the conference room, they all have beaming smiles. “What did I miss?”

He smiles at you. “We reached an agreement to combine our companies!” You smile and clap.

“That’s fantastic! I’m looking forward to working with you Mr Kellerman.” You respond as you shake his hand.

“I might have to steal your new assistant away from you James, she’s marvellous. And may I say very easy on the eye!”

“Y/N will be staying here Bob” he chuckles and waves goodbye, his fans following suit. The elevator doors close and Bucky lets out a huge sigh.

You’re already clearing up the table when he comes back in. Gasping at the sight of you bending over it. You hear footsteps behind you but you don’t turn, thinking he is going to help clean up.

He stands behind you, eyeing up your ass bent over the table. You move slightly on your feet and he moans. Thoughts race through your mind, should I? You take a deep breath and move back ever so slightly until your ass grazes him, you feel his erection straining through his pants. He groans and reaches out, grabbing your hips and pulling you to him. You gasp.

“Mr Barnes!” He thrusts his hips forward, jerking you upright. He spins you around and grabs the back of your head, possessing your mouth with his.

Your arms wrap around his neck as he kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth. You return his kiss as he grabs your ass, lifting you onto the table, opening your legs and moving between them. He shrugs out of his suit jacket and continues the kiss, loosening his tie before removing it. Your fingers fumble with his shirt buttons, undoing them quickly, eager to get him shirtless. You pull his shirt off of his shoulders and throw it across the room. Then unbutton his pants, pushing them down, freeing his raging hard on. He steps out of them and moves them out of the way.

Bucky’s hand slips up your dress, he moans as he finds you bare pussy, wet and ready. He pulls you to your feet and reaches around to the back of your dress to undo the zipper, slipping it down your arms and watching it fall to the floor below you. He lifts you back onto the table and kicks the dress away, his hands caressing your breasts as he kisses you again.

He pushes you onto your back and kneels, coming face to face with your dripping cunt. He blows gently, making you sigh in pleasure, then kisses your inner thighs. Before placing his entire mouth over your mound, sucking hard. You moan and groan, your head rolling side to side as you play with your breasts.

Bucky releases your pussy from his mouth and licks his lips. He opens you up with his fingers and flicks his tongue over your hard bud. “Ohhhhh... fuck!” You moan out, as his tongue continues it’s relentless flicking over your clit. You can feel an orgasm building deep inside you, your pussy creaming at the thought of an orgasm. He takes your clit between his lips and sucks, gently flicking his tongue over your bean. Your hand reaches down and grabs the back of Bucky’s head, grinding your pussy on his face, chasing your orgasm. It hits hard, making your hips jerk involuntarily and your toes curl. You ride the waves of pleasure, body convulsing in climax, his tongue still licking as the spasms subside.

Bucky stands, evidence of your orgasm running down his chin. You sit up and pull him to you, kissing him passionately, tasting yourself on his kiss.

You jump down off the table, your juices running down your legs as you kneel in front of him. Licking the precum off of his cock, then lifting his cock up to lick from his balls up the underside of his cock to the tip and back down again. You repeat that three times before taking his cock in your mouth, taking it to the back of your throat. His hand grips the back of your head and holds you in place as he shoves his cock in and out of your mouth. He groans as you suck his cock, he grabs ahold of your hair and pulls you to your feet.

Bucky spins you around, bending you over the table and wets the tip of his cock with your slick before sliding inside you. He grabs your hips and begins moving in and out. Your breasts are pressed against the table, hands splayed out in front of you as his hips thrust hard, he grunts as you use your inner muscles to squeeze around his cock.

That releases Bucky’s inner beast and he reaches out with his left hand to grab your hair, pulling you back into him hard. His right hand spanking your ass, leaving red hand prints as his relentless fucking almost splits you in two. You moan again and again as he pounds you, he reaches around to grab you throat making you cum hard around his cock. He chokes you as his fucking becomes primal, you can tell he’s seconds away from coming.

“Fuck me Sir!” You shout, he growls as his orgasm hits and he shoots his load into you, before it drips out and onto the conference room floor.

He turns your head to kiss you, breathing hard. “Well... that was unexpected”

You giggle. “Yes it was Sir” He spins you around and pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your back. Compared to how he just fucked you, this was intimate, sweet.

“I’d like to do that again if you’re interested.” He says as he places a kiss on your forehead.

“Now?” You ask.

“No not right now, but again. And again.” He says as he bends to pick up his pants and your dress. He throws your dress onto the table next to you.

“We really shouldn’t!” You reply, “Even if I really want to.” He smiles and get begins to get dressed. You sit on the table and watch him before starting to get dressed yourself.

“I’ve changed my mind...” Bucky says. You sigh, disappointed. “Yes now” You look confused. “I’m going to fuck you again, right now!” He grabs the dress out of your hands and throws it to the end of the table and steps between your legs. He grabs your head and kisses you deeply as he spears your still dripping pussy with his cock.

You let out a moan, he grabs your arms and wraps them around his neck, then your legs around his waist.

“Hold on tight!” He says as he begins thrusting his hips hard, making you bounce off the table. He kisses you passionately as he pounds into you, chasing his orgasm...

TO BE CONTINUED

Tags: @jobean12-blog @eddiesprincess86 @bettyfrommars @pattiemac1 @jadeylovesmarvelxo @existenciosa

#bucky x female reader #bucky x you #bucky imagine #bucky barnes #bucky smut #ladymunson #the assistant part two #the boardroom

[centaurianthropology]

Randomly rewatching ‘Cinderbrush’ and remembering that time that Critical Role managed to make the most CW show to ever be a CW show: 

Teen angst as played by 30-40-year-olds, giving the whole thing a weird nostalgic flavor

Witty one-liners that teens only wish that they could come up with on their own

The most shocking amount of gender one can pack onto a screen (that may be less of a CW thing, and more of what everyone wanted from the CW but never got, because the CW only ever wanted to appeal to The Youths in the most safe and boardroom-approved way possible).

Anyway, all this is to say: man I adore this one-shot way more than I expected to, and I still wish it would get a follow-up at some point.  The cast was great, the setup was fantastic, and Critical Role doing a supernatural teen drama complete with raves, murder investigations, and every iteration of hookup possible was such a fun departure from their usual games.  If you haven’t seen it and it sounds like something you’d dig, do yourself a favor and check it out.

#Critical Role #Cinderbrush #it's part Buffy and part every CW show that Buffy spawned #and it works weirdly well #come for the teen drama #stay for the nonbinary fun #and Taliesin Jaffe's extensive knowledge of party drugs #and Ashley Johnson's impressive portrayal of a teenage boy #it's got everything #Ashley Johnson #Erika Ishii #Matt Mercer #Ally Beardsley #Taliesin Jaffe

[harlowtales]

Jack has a clever way to get you back after a breakup while on his NPLH tour 💔

18 plus - adult themes, drama, romance

You got a frantic text from Jack the day before the first stop on his No Place Like Home Kentucky State Tour. “Need you ASAP!” The message read

You were busy at work but texted back right away. You and Jack were on a break. It got a bit messy with you refusing to move in with him. It just wasn’t working out and you needed space, but you couldn’t resist seeing if something was wrong. You were still in love with him. Jack was always so proud of you and how you were independent and did your own thing. Maybe too independent for his liking. He didn’t mean to seem like your career didn’t matter when he wanted you to quit your job and move in with him.

“I’m in a meeting. Are U ok?” You replied under the boardroom table.

“Can you please come out to Owensboro? I don’t trust anyone else with fluffy.” He answered

“You need a dog sitter??” You texted back in disbelief

“Um sort of.” He replied

“Can one of your little cousins do that?” You texted

“I’d be too nervous unless it’s you.” He answered

“Um my job??” You texted back

“I’ll work it out.” He said

“…and us?” You said

“No funny shit. I swear on the Cardinals.” He answered

You hesitated and didn’t want to say yes right away. Going on Jack’s mini-tour and spending time with the puppy you got together as a trial run for kids would be special, but maybe too much emotionally. Jack had some answering and apologizing to do for girls he said were friends. Friends for him sure, but he refused to see they were trying to break you up. With a couple of them in the new music video, you saw that Jack wasn’t changing his mind. To him friends were friends for life. You decided to gave him an ultimatum.

“Ok, I’ll do it but it’s them or me, take it or leave it. I ain’t staying on a tour bus with them.” You said expecting him to say never mind.

“Done. I’ll have a car get you. Get here ASAP please.” He said.

“I’ll need to talk to my boss first. Some of us are regular folks remember?” You messaged

“Your choice.” He texted back salty

“Be nice Jackman or it’s NO.” You said

“Fine. Just get here…I miss you.” He said

You left him hanging for a while and waited for your boss to say yes.

Jack texted “???”

“He hasn’t said yes yet.” You said

Suddenly Jack called you. “He ain’t gone say yes.” He said right away.

“Hello Jackman.” You said cooly

“Y/n I can’t be kept waiting. It’s yes or fucking no.” Jack said impatiently

“I’m not the one today Jack.” You said and hung up

He called back but you let it go to VM. Then Urban called you. “Y/N whussup.” He greeted “I miss you kid.”

“I…I miss you too Urb.” You said choking up a bit.

“Please come. He’s snippy and not himself.” Urban begged

“Sorry he’s too much. Asking me to dog sit is insulting. I have a real job.” You retorted angrily “I miss our girl, but not like this. I’m not at his beck and call.”

“Stop pretending you don’t want to be here.” Urban said bluntly “We genuinely need supervision for puppers. You report to me, we’ll pay you. If he gets on your nerves tell me. You can be my assistant or Neelam’s. I know you tryna climb that corporate ladder, no matter what he says or if you decide to go home, I’ll always be a good reference on your resume. It’s just a job.”

“Ok how much?” You said firmly

“Y/N come on don’t bust my balls.” Urban said wearily “He made me call, I’m in a tough spot.”

“Fine, but I’m not doing this for free.” You said abrasively. Already Jack was rubbing you the wrong way. He was such a control freak and so many girls would just do whatever he says.

“Ok!! That’s not a no! Ismail will come get you.” Urban said.

“Whoah boss man hasn’t said yes yet.” You said cautiously

“What’s his number?” Urban said ready to put it in his phone.

“I’ll give you his email.” You said not wanting your boss to get a call out of the blue.

“Gee don’t do email.” Urban said seriously

You paused. Jack wasn’t fucking around. You were going. You proceeded to give Urban the number. Within 10 mins your boss texted you to take all the time you needed.

“I can’t fucking stand him!!” You huffed as you packed up your laptop to leave right away. You got instructions to not go home to pack. Jack didn’t want any chance you wouldn’t come. You looked out the window and a black suv was already waiting outside.

“This is kidnapping you know!” You said exasperated

“Tell it to the judge y/n.” Ismail said rolling his eyes

“You should do Uber. That was fast.” You said sarcastically

Jack had already warned everyone you wouldn’t be happy. They just took it in stride. Everyone knew you had a bad temper and didn’t take kindly to Jack thinking he had you wrapped around his finger like everyone knew he did. The drive out of town to Owensboro was beautiful. Jack was set to perform the next day. Ismail made no attempt to make conversation. Jack had sent his best for this mission. You were smart and could talk your way into or out of anything. Ismail couldn’t be swayed to let you off the hook.

“You don’t have to do everything he says you know.” You said trying to wear Ismail down or at least regret that he was stuck in a car with you for hours.

“You want me to pull over and wait for you to get a better attitude?” Ismail said with a straight face.

You folded your arms and looked out the window watching farms and rolling hills pass by. “Y’all are either a match made in heaven or hell…or both.” He said looking at the road ahead.

You said nothing but Ismail saw a little smile creep up on your face. “We’re done so…” you said still looking outside

“My man ain’t done. He’s just letting you think the ball’s in your court. He didn’t bargain for you being such a hard ass. He’s always had a pretty easy time with most women. He thought you were easy going.” Ismail said

“This is a pointless conversation! There’s no balls in any court! I’m done with his balls!” You shouted “Take me back because this is already some bullshit.” You fumed.

“Ok geezus.” Ismail said “chill.” Shortly you pulled up to Jack’s hotel in Owensboro. He was outside letting the puppy go to the bathroom. He couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear when he saw you.

“Wipe that grin off your face.” You said to Jack. “Hello sweetheart!!!” You said to the puppy as she jumped up on you and clearly remembered you. You picked her up and nuzzled your nose in her soft curly fur.

“Ah hum” Jack said clearing his throat holding his arms open for a hug. He had to try.

“Hi Jack. I’m sorry I was rude but you didn’t give me a chance to say no. Like Gee scaring the shit out of boss? Really?” You said

“That’s the point Duh.” Jack said rolling his eyes light heartedly, sticking his tongue out, and doing his famous fake gun to his head with his fingers. He was so damn charming. “Go see your room and we’ll go for a walk.”

You headed into the hotel and opened the door to your room in shock. Boxes of clothes and shoes were waiting for you with a thank you note and some flowers on a desk with a brand new laptop. Jack knew you needed a new one but wouldn’t ask. The card said “May all your dreams come true.” On the desk was a framed picture of when you and Jack picked up the puppy. Urban took the photo. That was the last straw. You broke down crying.

“Babe?” Jack said knocking at the door. “You coming to walk pups?” It was so natural for him to call you babe.

“Um yeah, I’ll take her for a walk. I mean that’s why I’m here right?” You said your eyes watery as you let him in.

“No I mean we’ll all go for a walk….together” Jack said

“Thank you Jack…the laptop. Thank you so much, and this picture….” You said teary eyed. You flung your arms around his neck.

“Whoah that’s all it took was a laptop?” He joked, turning red from all the love he had for you flooding to the surface.

“It’s not that, it’s you supporting my dreams.” You said wiping your eyes. “That’s all I needed, and for you to see people for what they are. You made me feel like I was lying on your friends.”

“Y/n you can be very stubborn. The girls like you, they were just teasing you because they felt like you were cool. We rib each other, that’s how you know you’re in. I’m not interested in any of them.” He said embracing you now. “As for what you want to do in life…I should’ve been more supportive.”

“I feel so stupid.” You said enjoying every whiff of his cologne and resting your head on his chest.

“It’s my fault.” Jack said “My world is a lot. There’s lots of pretty girls but you…I can’t shake if I tried.” He said tilting up your chin kissing you deeply. Just then the puppy peed on the carpet.

“Ah geez!!” Jack exclaimed picking her up and scolding her.

“Give her to me” You said giggling “wanna go for a walksies??” You said rubbing noses with her.

“Can I come?” Jack pipped up

“What do you think can he come with us?” You asked the little fluff ball and she barked in agreement.

“You staying the tour?” Jack asked nervously anticipating your answer

“I think I can be persuaded.” You said

That evening you and Jack parted ways. He was a perfect gentleman heading to his room and texted you “Good night” with a heart ❤️.

The next morning room service knocked on your door. You opened it to a whole selection of homestyle Owensboro breakfasts and your choice of tea, coffee, or orange juice. The server wheeled in a silver cart of all your choices with a warm smile.

“Are you coming to eat some of this?? You texted Jack

“I’m at the gym and headed to rehearsal.” He replied “Enjoy.”

“I guess we’ll see daddy later.” You said to lil pups as you ruffled her fur, but you caught yourself. “Don’t get sucked back in.” You said to yourself “Yesterday was just a weak moment.”

You got to the venue just in time to be ushered back stage with puppers. Jack had been prepping all day for the show so you hadn’t seen him since the night before. He was sweet and texted you periodically and FaceTimed when he got a chance. It felt weird to have so much contact with him again.

You heard the crowd scream as Jack came up on stage through the floor. You were a fan and fanned out like any girl in the audience. Before his last song he said “Can we dim the lights please. I want y’all to meet someone real special to me.”

You were playing with the puppy and heard Jack say “I fucked up and I want y’all to help me out. I want everyone in this bitch to light up your phones. “Y/n where you at?”

You froze and held on tightly to the puppy as you walked like a deer caught in headlights to the stage. You were shaking. Jack put his arm around you as you faced the crowd terrified. “Fellas, if you’re here with your lady don’t be a dumb ass like me. Hold her tight cuz when she’s gone you gone regret it.” Everyone cheered and you started to tear up. Jack motioned for something from off stage and a long jewellery box was handed to him.

“Y/n I been so foolish. I need you back in my life. Please take this and come back to me.” Jack opened the box and a beautiful key pendant on a diamond encrusted chain gleamed in the dimly lit auditorium. “Take this key to my heart.”

You nodded yes and speechless covering your mouth to keep from ugly crying. The puppy let out a bark and every one said “Awwww” all at once.

Jack put the necklace around you neck to everyone whistling and cheering and started to perform his last song while you and the puppy were escorted off stage.

When he entered the green room you stood up. “Jack I…” you started to say

“Y/n, I have something else for you.” He reached in his pocket and produced a real key on a pink diamond keychain. “This is for you. Please I’m fucking begging you. I can’t look after this puppy by myself!”

“Jackman Thomas Harlow what am I going to do with you?” You said kissing him on your tip toes.

“Well if I’m off gentlemen duty I can think of a few things.” He whispered in your ear in his smooth low southern drawl. Your private space fluttered.

“Um ok…” you said blushing and looking down. Jack still gave you butterflies.

“Don’t get all shy and sweet cuz it’s gone go down right here right now.” Jack said lustfully, pressing up against you so you could feel his size.

The rest of the tour continued with you and pups watching Jack from back stage every night, but you couldn’t wait to get back to Louisville and use your shiny new key.

@jacks-daycare @ride4harlow @itsyagirljaz

#jack harlow #fanfic #romance #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #dramatic #jack harlow smut

[radiant-reid]

i think it would be so funny if reader and spencer are hiding their rs from the team and alex or tara or maybe even luke ask them how long they’ve been dating and the rest of the team is like hello?

TARA TARA TARA I LOVE HER SO MUCH also, secret relationships !! i love them sm

As far as morning working at the BAU go, this one is pretty normal. You didn't get called in early, Spencer went out early to get celebratory anniversary pancakes (since he cannot cook), and your morning gossip session with Penelope, Luke, and JJ provided an interesting insight into the seventh-floor drama.

You migrate to the boardroom while Penelope goes to collect the tablets from where they're charging in her office. There's even a seat next to your boyfriend free that makes your morning better.

Tara walks in, her first day back from testifying in court. She looks at you and Spencer for a second before talking as she takes her seat. "Hey, haven't you guys been together for a year today?"

You freeze, your foot coming to rest against Spencer's as you stop playing footsies with him. Everyone's eyes are on both of you, JJ's frowning, Luke's trying not to giggle, Penelope freezes and almost drops her tablet, Emily's mouth drops open, Rossi's eyebrows are raised, and Matt jerks his head to the side to look at you.

"Whoops," Tara whispers, although it's loud in the dead silent room. She bites her bottom lip, looking at you both with an apologetic expression.

You're all waiting for who's going to talk first, and, by no surprise, it's Penelope. "A year! A year and you never told me!?" She drops the tablet on the table but you can tell she's more excited than she is outraged.

"Sorry?" Spencer offers, and you finally look at him to see him unconcerned and smirking.

"Wow, you guys are really shitty profilers." Tara teases. "Seriously, I've known for months. I really thought you all knew."

"Clearly," Spencer says under his breath, letting her know he's only joking with a grin.

"Okay, we have work to do." Emily reminds you all. Now that she's Unit Chief, it is her job not to let you all gossip while there's an active case, as much as she wants to. "But this conversation is not over."

You and Spencer grin at each other, nodding before speaking in unison, "Yes, ma'am."

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #criminal minds #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid blurb

[izumisays]

if you haven’t seen our beautiful collab yet, go go go! in fact go check out all entries at @hexfest celebrating this double scorpio bash!

for those of you who are curious to see the art as WIP, here are a couple of process stages, designed to reflect their dynamics in highschool flashbacks, at the start of the manga (so much drama and knives!) and towards the current chapters (divorce on hold, barging into boardrooms to collect each other and go rescue nastume, wistful little loquats aughrh!) it’s like in her infinite wisdom midorikawa-sensei saw the commotion in the bar, and said softly “here is what you want vs what you need” and our worlds were rocked again.

#horrible exorcists #natsume yuujinchou #hexfest2k23 #matoba seiji #natori shuuichi #my pictures

[hamsterclaw]

Yoongi Masterlist

All of my writing contains smut and is 🔞. Yoongi is my ultimate bias and turns up as second lead in most of my writing when he's not the lead.

Drift Kings cop Jimin x chaebol reader x street racer Yoongi

You and your brother Seokjin live completely separate lives, until one day when your worlds collide.

Desecrate demon prince! Yoongi x fallen angel! reader

A fall from grace causes you to stumble into the hands of a demon prince. Inspired by Lilith.

Fugitive convict Yoongi x f! reader

You're kidnapped by a desperate man, and you can't see a way that this is going to end well, for either of you.

Trocadero producer! Yoongi x medical student! reader

You and Yoongi have known each other since school, forging lives for yourselves in the city you both love. One night changes the trajectory of your lives.

Nightcall emotionally distant Yoongi x reader

Yoongi's never been anything but honest with you. He's not looking for a relationship. It's too bad you've been in love with him since you met him. Also read: Slip, a drabble.

Rota Issues doctor! Yoongi x PA! reader

You're doing fine, bossing it after unexpectedly becoming a single parent to your nephew. Yoongi isn't convinced. Featuring Taehyung.

Spinning Out air ambulance pilot! Yoongi x doctor! reader, ft pilots Namjoon, Jungkook and a cameo from Taehyung

You are an expert in your field. Nothing fazes you, well nothing did, until you meet helicopter pilot Min Yoongi. Suddenly you are spinning out of control.

Sake businessman! Yoongi x reader x rapper Namjoon x boy-next-door Hobi

Yoongi has a business proposition for you. You think working with him is a good decision for your business, but not necessarily your heart. Also read Daiginjo - a sequel.

Duplicity police detective! Yoongi. Part of the Rage AU.

Yoongi lies as easily as he tells the truth, until he meets someone he doesn't want to lie to.

Security Read on AO3 doctor! Yoongi x reader

You and Jin are in charge of security at a hospital. A new influx of doctors arrives - and they are all ridiculously attractive. Featuring all of Bangtan.

Night Light Read on AO3 delivery boy! Yoongi x waitress! reader

Yoongi walks into your 24 hour diner one day, bringing with him more drama than you are prepared for.

Dive dystopian futuristic guard Yoongi x reader

Yoongi's an outcast, part of your enclave but not welcome. You've been tasked with working together with him.

Gemini a series ft chaebols! Yoongi, Jimin, Jungkook and Seokjin

You and your twin brother Yoongi are heirs to the Min empire, richer than Croesus. Yoongi's set to take over the company, but you're not sure where your niche is. And then you meet Jimin.

Knight chaebol! Yoongi x reader, part of the Gemini AU

Yoongi prides himself on being a professional in the boardroom. You seem to be determined to crack his facade. Also read Sweet, a Knight drabble.

Vows aka 10 ways to win your husband's heart

chaebol! Yoongi x reader, ft chaebol! Seokjin

You've been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and he's never once retaliated for anything you've done to him. One day you realise you've lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

Part 1 Part 2

Sorry - a drabble

Prequels - Pretend, Lonely

Schooled: Seokjin's revenge

Firsts

Everything

Doll

Penance

Drabbles: The suit, Choices, Geneva, Avila, Drive stick, Sire, Drown, Sulky

Every time like the first time

Switch pt 2

Untouchable

First strike

Shiner

Bad Angel angel! Yoongi x reader, dystopian future. Part of the Fallen AU.

Yoongi acts like he doesn't care one way or the other. When you get to know him, you realise there's more to him than he lets on.

Bad Angel (Alt version)

You meet an angel at a party. He doesn't seem to give a fuck what anyone thinks, doesn't seem to care that you're half-demon. You don't know whether you're the bad angel, or if he is.

Under the Ice emergency rescue workers Yoongi x reader

You and your partner Jimin are part of an emergency evacuation on the Hope base in Antarctica. A crack team is drafted in to help. The only problem? It includes your ex-husband Min Yoongi.

Zero Sum aspiring producer! Yoongi x reader

You're in a spiral you can't pull yourself out of, and Yoongi offers you a lifeline.

Peach chief of staff Yoongi x staffer reader x staffer Jungkook

Your boss, Vice-President Kim Namjoon, is on the rise again, if only you and Jungkook could pull yourselves together enough to support him. Luckily, Namjoon's chief of staff Min Yoongi's around to keep you all in line.

Sex, lies and fanfiction Youtuber Yoongi x reader

He's arrogant and infuriating, and he's trying to tell you how to write? No fucking way.

Fractured detectives Yoongi x reader

Yoongi’s a murder detective fighting burnout when he’s assigned the case that you and your former partner fucked up.

©hamsterclaw 2021 - 2024

#yoongi smut #yoongi fic #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #bts suga smut

[theresattrpgforthat]

any rpgs with a corporate/modern office theme? not like liminal backrooms stuff, though a fantasy/magical realist setting is ok

Hello friend, here's a few games to flip through. They run the gamut in terms of rules, but they're all relatively quick reads!

Cubicles and Copiers, by americanspaceprince.

Cubicles & Copiers takes you to the dangerous world of white-collar office work. With an absent HR department, this is your chance to bring down the B-Liev Corporation from the inside. Beware the machinations of your boss, whose malice is only  countered by their incompetence. See if you can get the sentient copier on your side before it all goes down.

This game is powered by Push, which means that it will provide you with a number of prompts that you will put together as a group to create your characters and your story. The system has a core mechanic of rolling a single dice with the idea that a 5 or 6 is a strong hit, while a 4 or lower is a weak hit. If you roll low, you can then choose to push your luck by rolling a second dice and adding it to your total. However, if you roll a 7 or higher, you miss entirely. The system prioritizes the potential for drama rather than a statistical layout. 

If you like stringing a story together using bits and pieces of inspiration, rather than pulling pieces of lore from an established setting, this might be worth checking out!

Business Goons, by Unknown Dungeon.

Business Goons is an adventure game of office exploits and boardroom battles, all on one side of a business card. Will you succeed in closing deals and selling out to climb the corporate ladder, or will you get fired?

A business game that can fit on a business card, this game is inspired by Tunnel Goons, and equally light and quick game. You’ll have an abstract sort of “health” that you might lose when you wager your reputation. Lose too much and you’re fired!

This kind of game is an interesting exercise in how succinct one can make a game’s rules. Looking at this kind of game, I’d more likely use it in conjunction with other rules, in a more fleshed-out setting, but it’s an interesting twist on using rules that were originally for a fantasy game, and putting them in a corporate office!

Skel-IT-ons, by Nevyn Holmes.

If you have to ask why you’re playing as skeletons and nobody’s noticed, well, you must not have worked in IT before.

A game of Skel-IT-onstakes place during the course of a regular, totally normal 8-hour work day in the life of an Information Technology professional. Players work through the day by the Hour, each of which works as a round, and try to solve (or pretend to solve) computer problems.

While it's a game about the lives of those who work in IT, you don’t need to have tech support experience to play! If you’ve worked in IT before, sure, bring some of that in- but remember, this is a game about having fun and a whole butt-load of “yes, and” for everyone.

This is a mash-up of Lasers & Feelings and Honey Heist, two amazing short games that use just two stats and usually create some funky characters. You’ll have both an IT specialty and a special Skeleton power, which you’ll use in the day’s efforts to solve the most recent crisis, while also trying to complete your own, secret goal (such as stealing the potted plant from the lobby). A perfect mix of mundane and magic.

Games I've Recommended in the Past

(if you really want to add a little bit of horror)

External Containment Bureau, by Mythic Gazetteer.

The Modern Eldritch, by Moondog Gaming Press.

#indie ttrpgs #tabletop games #corporate games #business games #dnd #asks #game recommendations

[papermoonloveslucy]

LUCY & THE SWANS

BALL, CAPOTE & PALEY

The new FX series "Feud: Capote vs. The Swans" depicts a world that Lucille Ball knew all too well - wealth, fame and celebrity. Although she does not inhabit the New York Society of Babe Paley, Slim Keith, Ann Woodward, C.Z. Guest, Gloria Guinness and others, she and her Desilu empire lie just outside of it - her influence on the era keenly felt.

Episode 1 of the teleplay ("Pilot") begins in 1958, and takes us to the executive boardroom of CBS in New York. There, Bill Paley (Treat Williams) holds forth, a photo of Lucy and Desi prominently hovering over his shoulder.

In this room, the Paley and the CBS brass made programming moves played out on a schedule board. The Monday 9pm time slot is occupied by "I Love Lucy", with a small photo of Lucy and Desi (the same one that hung on the wall) tucked into the title card - as if they needed reminding of who they were! The only slight faux pas is that "I Love Lucy" (as a half hour series) did not run in 1958. Its final episode aired in May 1957. It then became an hour-long celebrity-driven musical comedy hour under the banner of "The Westinghouse Desilu Playhouse." Paley and CBS probably wanted Lucy and Desi for a 7th season, but Desi had other plans. He wouldn't kill the Ricardos (metaphorically) but relegate them to specials, interspersed with Desilu productions of new drama and comedy. It is possible that the action of "Feud" in this scene lies somewhere in that murky period between Desi's plans, and Paley's wishes for a seventh season of the half-hour format.

In actuality, during 1958, the 9pm Monday time slot was occupied by "The Danny Thomas Show" (filmed at Desilu) and "The Ann Sothern Show" (produced by Desilu). Monday also featured the Desilu Western "The Texan," making the only half hour of CBS's Monday primetime NOT created by Lucy and Desi "Father Knows Best."

Episode 6 ("Hats, Gloves, and Effete Homosexuals") set in 1978 includes a luncheon conversation at La Cote that mentions Lucille Ball and Lucie Arnaz. Truman's new boyfriend Rick (Vito Schnabel) is a handyman who once fixed Ball's air conditioner in Palm Springs.

Truman has promised to bring Rick to see They're Playing our Song on Broadway starring Lucie Arnaz. Rick says that he met little Lucie while she was swimming laps.

BILL & BABE PALEY

The power and influence of William S. Paley cannot be underestimated. He literally built CBS (the Columbia Broadcasting System) from a small radio station to a multi-media conglomerate, serving as Chairman for much of its existence. He shepherded CBS from radio to television, and was responsible for giving the green light to Lucille Ball making the transition from "My Favorite Husband" to "I Love Lucy," bringing her real-life husband along for the ride. Without Paley and Lucy, CBS would not have gotten a foothold in an industry dominated by the National Broadcasting Corporation (NBC).

Paley's second wife was socialite Barbara Cushing Mortimer, who he married the year before he met Lucille Ball. Mortimer is best known as Babe Paley, and she was Truman Capote's favorite of the Swans. In "Lucy's Barbershop Quartet" (1963), the group needs to find a replacement singer for the group and Viv suggests the unseen character of Barbara Cushing, who is a soloist in their church choir. Although Lucy, Viv, Thelma, and Dorothy were definitely not swans (more like Danfield Ducks) the writers were tipping their hat to the big boss's wife.

A few years later, in "Lucy Meets Danny Kaye" (1964), Kaye telephones Bill Paley to see if he has any spare tickets for his show to give fan Lucy. The best he can do is tickets to "The Jackie Gleason Show." Paley does not appear, nor do we hear his voice.

In real life, Paley and Ball were both in the first group of inductees to the Television Academy Hall of Fame in 1984. Ball and Paley sat at the same table together at the ceremony.

In 1976, he joined those paying tribute to Lucy on "Lucy and CBS: The First 25 Years." Paley and his wife Babe had homes in Manhasset Long Island, and Squam New Hampshire, respectively known as Kiluna Farm South, and Kiluna Farm North, where they entertained a myriad of celebrities, Lucille Ball among them.

TRUMAN CAPOTE

On screen Lucille Ball had little to no interaction with writer Truman Capote. But in her personal life, Ball was guest at at least one of his lavish parties. Gary and Lucy's photo album included a photo of the Mortons at a December 13, 1975 party hosted by Capote, Allan Carr, and John O'Shea in Lincoln Heights, a wealthy neighborhood of Los Angeles. The 'mug shot' was part of a party game where guests were 'arrested' and forced to pay bail in order to get released. The money was usually donated to the host's favorite charity.

In July 1978, Capote joined Lucille Ball at Westbury Music Fair to see Lucie Arnaz perform in "Annie Get Your Gun".

Capote's one foray into acting was in Neil Simon's Murder By Death (1976), a camp comedy send-up of Agatha Christie-style murder mysteries where Capote played the eccentric host, Lionel Twain. The film featured a few stars with close connections to Lucille Ball.

Peter Sellars (Sidney Wang) starred in Will The Real Mr. Sellars...?, an oddball film from 1969 with a very brief cameo by Lucille Ball courtesy of hidden camera footage.

Elsa Lanchester (Jessica Marbles) famously guest-starred on "I Love Lucy" as a woman who may - or may not be - a hatchet murderess. In 1973, she appeared on "Here's Lucy" as kooky bank robber Mumsie Westcott.

Although screen writer Neil Simon never wrote for Lucille Ball, or even appeared on the same screen with her, they did share credits on two television shows. He was a staff writer on “The Garry Moore Show,” which Lucy appeared on in 1960. Simon and Ball were both featured on “Bob Hope’s World of Comedy” (1976), but were not onstage at the same time.  It was Lucie Arnaz who worked closest with Simon. She starred on Broadway in They’re Playing Our Song (for which Simon wrote the libretto) in 1978. She then took over the role of Bela in Simon's Pulitzer Prize-winning Broadway play Lost in Yonkers in 1992.

MISC. SWANS

Vivian Vance doing an in-character commercial for Swan dish soap on "The Lucy Show." Swan was made by Lever Brothers, and was discontinued in 1974.

SWAN SONGS

LUCY: "Would you begrudge an expectant swan her song?" RICKY: "You seem to forget that this particular swan has no talent." ~ Lucy's Show Biz Swan Song (1952)

LUCY: “It’s time for that swan to hit the come-back trail.” FRED: “That swan’s got a little ham in it.”  ~ The Indian Show (1953)

#Capote and the Swans #Truman Capote #Swans #Feud #Feud: Capote vs the swans #Bill Paley #William Paley #Babe Paley #Capote #Paley #CBS #TV #Lucille Ball #Desi Arnaz #I Love Lucy #1958 #Murder By Death #Vivian Vance #Lucie Arnaz #Gary Morton #Danny Kaye #Treat Williams