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burberrybaby · 3 years

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pairing: ceo!andy x woc!reader

summary: andy barber asks you to be his stress reliever after a long days work.

warnings: SMUT, kinda slow burn, oral (m receiving, implied f receiving,) no established relationship, daddy kink, praise if you squint, sex with your boss, minors DNI.

a/n: this is for @chanelfaerie’s 2k writing challenge! the prompt is “come in, and close the door behind you.” sorry i’m so late in writing this, i know it’s past the deadline, but i hope you like it regardless !! as always, reblogs are appreciated! not my gif.

word count: 1.1k

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Andrew Barber. CEO of the most renowned company in New York. Your boss. Oh how lucky you are to have finally landed your dream job, and of course, your employer just so happened to be very very attractive.

Your head rested in your hand as you daydreamed about Andy, “y/n!” your head snaps up to look at your coworker blankly, “Have you finished the report yet?”

“Uhm,” it takes another second for you to collect your thoughts, “yes, sorry, just dotting some i’s and crossing some t’s.”

She nods, “Alright… just shoot me the email when you’re done, my shift’s over.” She starts walking away but pauses, turning back to you, “by the way, the boss asked to see you before you head out.”

“Wait, what?!” your heart skips a beat but your friend is gone before you can question her further.

You shake your head, pushing your curls out of your face as you finish up your work. Grabbing your belongings and heading to the elevator, you couldn’t help but question why Mister Barber had summoned you. It was almost midnight. Had you done something wrong? Something right?

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of elevator ding, and you walk up to Andy’s office door. You take a deep breath and are about to knock before you hear a voice from inside, “come in.”

Gripping your purse tightly, you enter, staying standing in the doorway. He repeats, “come in, and close the door behind you.”

So you follow his words, closing the door quietly behind you and standing in front of his desk, “H-hello Mister Barber.” he was dressed in a finely tailored suit, handsome as ever.

He gives you a warm smile and motions for you to sit, “Hi, y/n.” and you give him a small smile in return.

“So,” he begins, “you started working here not too long ago, yet you’re climbing the ranks faster than any other employee.”

You were more than elated at his words, “really? I- I mean thank you! I wasn’t aware you even knew who I was. You have so many other workers.”

“You’re… different.” Andy leans back in his chair, unbuttoning the first button of his dress shirt to get more comfortable, “allow me to be frank.”

He pauses and you nod, “of course, speak freely, Mister Barber.”

Andy sighs, “you have caught my eye. In more ways than one. And I‘d like to ask if you’re interested in providing further service to this company. With a handsome raise as well.”

You bite your lip to stifle a giggle, “Th- that would be amazing!” You completely forget what he has said prior to his offer; Andy liked you. “What’s the service?”

“Well, you can assume how stressful my position can be sometimes. I struggle sometimes to find any kind of comfort, really, which can, in fact, affect my work and therefore my company. I’d like for you to be a sort of reliever for me.”

Your brows furrow and your head tilts to the side. At first, you thought he meant an actual job, but now remembering what he had said, your eyes widen. He didn’t mean sex… did he?

Andy continues, “every now and then, I’ll call you in to help me find release.” you stare blankly at him and he looks curiously at you, “was I too frank?”

“N-no not at all. I think I’d enjoy that, but, uh, is that allowed? Or proper? Having a relationship with my boss?”

“I know I’d enjoy it just as much as you,” he chuckles deeply, “I mean, it is my company. I get to make the rules.”

“Right.” You look down at your lap and chew on your lip, “so when do we start?”

Andy stands from his chair and rounds his desk to lean against it in front of you, “I’ve had a pretty rough day, so now. If you’re up for it, that is.”

You finally regain your confidence and look up at him, “I’m ready.” he holds your chin softly and leans down to place a kiss on your lips before unbuttoning his dress pants, “just one rule. From now on, only in this room, you will address me as ‘daddy.’”

You smile and correct yourself, “I’m ready, daddy.”

His cock is already hard when he slips down his boxers and you marvel at the sight. The mushroom tip was red, already leaking precum.

Andy chuckles as he watches you admire his cock, “perfect. Now then, on your knees.” you follow his command without a second thought, rubbing your thighs together to relieve the ache at your core.

Looking up at him briefly, “c-can I… daddy?” he gives you a small nod as you take his cock in your hand, pumping it slowly. Andy moans quietly as your lips kiss the tip, and soon enough you’re sucking softly on the head of his cock. You haven’t done much else before Andy’s hand is tangled into your hair.

You pull away for a moment to rub the remaining precum and your saliva across his length before diving back down. The bobbing of your head starts off slow, and your cheeks hollow, gradually taking Andy’s cock further and further down your throat. Going down as far as you can, you take his remaining length in your hand.

He groans and his free hand grips the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning pale. In the other hand, andy tugs your hair, begging for you to go faster, and of course you listen.

Andy looks down at you, and almost as if on cue you look up at him. Your innocent doe eyes filled with lust. Your blouse now hanging down, exposing your cleavage. Your hair tousled and messed up.

He was in love with that sight, and it drove him closer to his release. He thrusts his cock faster and rougher, abusing your poor throat. Finally, his head lolls back and his mouth falls open from the pleasure with a loud moan as he comes down your throat.

By the time he’s done, your face is smeared with tears and mascara, a bit of Andy’s come fallen from the corner of your mouth. Both of you covered in a sheen of sweat from your endeavors.

You pant, “did I do good for daddy?”

“You did wonderfully, kitten, thank you.”

Andy helps you stand and kisses you, humming as he tastes himself on your lips. He lifts you easily onto the desk, pushing your skirt up and pulling your panties down, throwing them onto the ground.

Your arousal was evident and Andy groans when he sees how wet you are, “your turn, love.”

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marie-hoe · 3 years

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Simple Trade

Demon!Bucky x Reader// Blip AU

AN: This is for Esme's @nakedrogers writing challenge, and it's my first demon au! Congrats on the 2k, Esme! I used prompt 17. "Hey, I'm calling about your ad?" also BlipAU in which blip occurred and was never reversed. Also thanks to @spookyparadisesheep for reading through it🥰

Words: 2400

Warnings: smut, 18+, slight unprotected sex

Bucky jerks awake, a cold sweat dripping from his forehead as he lifted his Vibranium hand to stroke the hair back from his damp forehead, breath finally leveling out as every detail of the dream imprinted on his mind.

It was of you— granted it was always of you. For the past 7 years, it had always been dreams of you that stirred him in the midst of his slumber.

Every since the Blip happened...

The blip. That’s what they called it.

The event that was able to rip you from Bucky forever because Thanos was unstoppable.

The snap of fingers took the love of his life from him, and he was left to chase the dreams of you every night, and the dreams were constant.

It began with you laying on his bed, wearing an old T-shirt of his, with his arms wrapped safely around your body. With your back against his chest, you smiled as he hummed a content response. You half-turn in his arms, face looking up at him as you left a kiss on his jaw and muttered, "I love you, Bucky. I'll always love you, Bucky." Bucky smiled as he kissed your nose, heart-swelling at the confession as he replied softly, vibrations from his chest reverberating through yours, "I love you, too, doll. I'll always keep you safe."

Suddenly the dream took a turn, his final statement acting as a deep echo that surrounded him. He looked around frantically, watching as the room around him, the bed beneath him, and the love of his life vanished into thin air— again.

Next thing he knows, he's sat in a metal chair in the middle of a white expanse of absolute nothingness. The only thing in the expanse with him was the sound of the booming, hellish voice that called out his promise to you.

"James Buchanan Barnes, you see where you falter, don't you?" The voice echoed with a dark chuckle.

Bucky, frantic and scared, looked around the room in search of the owner of the voice, but ultimately shaking his head in disbelief. "No, no, no. I'm dreaming, shut the fuck up. Let me wake up already," he said halfheartedly as he shook his head.

The voice laughed at his statement before continuing on with an offer, "James, you can have her back, you know?"

Bucky's head came to a halt, stilling as the words played around his head like a prayer. "How?" He whispered, more to himself than the emptiness around him.

"A simple trade is all. I'll be in contact, James."

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The following morning, Bucky sat at the edge of his bed, flesh hand rubbing his face as the memories of the dream came flooding to the forefront of his mind. He chuckled softly as he stood up to get ready for the day muttering under his breath, "Weird." He walked into his bathroom as he rubbed the crust away from his eye, hands finding either side of the porcelain sink as he looked into the mirror.

"What. The. Fuck," he mumbled as his eyes focused on the mirror above the sink. The reflection before him showed the wall behind him covered floor to ceiling in papers. He turned around, looking at the wall as his hand reached out and ripped one of the papers away. He examined the paper closer, seeing that it was an ad that was advertising some sort of service.

Call Now

Have your Deepest Dreams Come True

349-666-9176

He crumbled the paper, throwing it to the floor as his fists ripped the papers off of the wall before him, crumbling them into paper-made-snowballs before turning back to the mirror. His hands held his body up as they grabbed the sink, knuckles turning white as he tried deep breathing to calm himself down.

After a few rounds of inhaling and exhaling, Bucky gathered enough tranquility to turn back to the mess on the floor, bending down to reach for a balled piece of paper, only to realize that the papers were gone.

He stood back to his feet, staring down at the hardwood floor below him in search of the papers he had thrown down to it. But nothing laid on the floor.

"Gotta call my fucking shrink," he cursed before continuing on to prepare for the day.

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“Bucky,” you moaned, head thrown back in euphoria as your hips sink down slowly to meet his.

Bucky groaned, back against the headboard while his hands held onto your hips, helping you to ride and grind on his length.

“Fuck, Doll. So fucking beautiful,” he groaned as your hands reached up and grabbed your breasts.

The sounds of your moans mixing with Bucky’s fills the room, echoing ever so slightly. Bucky wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you close as your orgasms took over your body. You whined as you came around his girth and Bucky shot his load deep in your cunt with a grunt.

He’s panting heavily as he leans back against the headboard, smiling at you as he tucked hair behind your ear when you looked at him deadpan and spoke directly with the same hellish voice from the dream the other night.

“James Buchanan Barnes. You can have her back, but you have to call the number I provide.”

Bucky wrapped his fingers around your upper arms, squeezing slightly as he called out in terror, “(Y/N)! Doll?”

“Call the number James or you’ll never see her again,” the voice called out of your body before everything disappeared from Bucky again. Like a flip of a switch, he was alone in a white expanse of nothing once more before waking up in a pool of sweat.

Sitting up straight in his bed, heaving heavily at the memories of the second dream, he scratched the back of his head.

“Fucking, Christ,” he muttered as his hands felt a spot in his sheets that was wet. He lifted the top sheet away from his damp body, seeing his length slumped over and slick.

He groaned as he began to convince himself that he was going crazy and walked to his shower, both to cool off and to clean off.

If this wasn’t some sort of elaborate prank, then he must be going clinically insane.

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All-day the following day, Bucky couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Every corner he turned, every step he took, he felt as though someone or something was making the exact same movement.

It even got to the point to which he thought he began seeing things, shadows in the corner, things scurrying across his vision before his brain could register what it was.

He began chuckling at the instances, thinking he’d truly gone crazy, as he opened the door to the apartment complex he resided in, key turning as he pulled open his mailbox. The only thing inside the box: a piece of paper, perfectly folded up and sitting directly in the middle of the box.

Raising his eyebrows in curiosity, he reached his metal hand out to pick it up, slowly unfolding it as he read the paper.

Call Now

Have your Deepest Dreams come True

349-666-9176

Bucky scoffed as he closed the mailbox door, turning to walk up to his apartment.

He weighed his options on the way up to his floor: wallow in sadness forever without you, or call the number and figure out if it were possible to get you back.

His flesh fingers fumbled with his keys as he pushed his apartment door open. He sighed deeply as he sat on the edge of his mattress, kicking his shoes off as he dug his phone out of his pocket.

Slowly and apprehensively, he dialed the number on the paper, chuckling as he typed the 666. “What’s it gonna be, some fucking sorcerer?”

He waited as the phone rang and rang, and rang and rang, and had come to the conclusion no one would answer the phone. That is until he heard the click of someone answering the other end of the phone.

He heard the breathing of another being on the other end, but there was no sound or voice coming from the receiver.

"Hey, I'm calling about your ad?" He mutters confusedly into the phone.

A burst of dark laughter fills his head from the other line, only causing him to grow more confused. He's nearly ready to hang up the phone, assuming the ad was some sort of prank— that it was all some sort of extremely elaborate prank— when a gruff voice like the one from his dreams spoke back to him. "James Buchanan Barnes, what's done cannot be undone. I’ll be in contact later."

Bucky's eyebrows furrowed, a mixture of shock, confusion, and fear coursing through his body as the phone was hung up. He pulled the phone away from his ear, looking at it briefly to see that his call log didn't have his recent call listed.

Curiously, he lifted the ad back up to read it, only to see that the paper was simply a plain sheet of paper. There was no writing on it, no services being advertised, no mysterious phone number to call.

Silently, Bucky brought a hand to his temple, massaging gently as he attempted to understand what was happening. He decided to sleep, to put it to rest, and to move on, so he sat his phone and the blank paper on the bedside table and leaned back in his bed, drifting off to sleep with memories of you.

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"Bucky," you whispered, fingers tracing the outline of his face as he laid, arms wrapped around your body. You watched as he scrunched his face in his sleep, stirring slightly but not waking fully. "Baby, I'm awake and horny," you sang, leaving a soft kiss on his lips as he opened his eyes slowly.

When his eyes opened, he couldn't believe it. He jerked away from you in shock, hands rubbing his eyes as he thought he was dreaming once more. "(Y/N)?" He questioned in a breathy tone.

You furrowed your brow at the man, hand toying with his hair comfortingly, "Who else would be in your bed at night?"

He couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it.

After all of the countless dreams, the strange things he saw, he would not allow himself to believe this to be true.

At least he didn't want to allow himself to believe it.

"Doll? How'd you get here?"

You looked at him curiously, leaning upon your elbow as you replied cautiously, "Bucky, what are you talking about? I sleep here every night."

A smile crept upon his face as he realized it had worked. Whatever it was, it worked.

He had you again.

He brought his hands to cup your cheeks, bringing your lips to meet his in a kiss. He pressed his forehead against yours gently, lips pressing to your nose softly before he explained, "I'm sorry, baby. Must've been a bad dream."

You chuckled as you leaned back down to kiss him, tongue licking along his bottom lip before he slipped his into your mouth. He smiled into your kiss as he pulled your thigh up around his legs, pulling you up to straddle his lap.

You giggled against him as you pulled away from his kiss, grabbing the shirt you were wearing and pulling it over your head. His hands met around your neck, pulling you down to kiss him as his hands slid down to massages your breasts. The contrast of the warm flesh and cool metal made you moaning against him as your nipples hardened.

You ground your hips down into his, feeling his hardened length jump at the friction. He groans against your lips as his fingers looped around your panties and moved them to the side. You reached a hand down and stroked his length as he sat up in the bed, back against the headboard. He held onto your hip, helping you raise yourself up and you teased your cunt with his swollen tip.

He hissed as he felt how wet you were, groaning as he urged you to lower yourself over his cock. You whined as you positioned his head to your core, slowly lowering down on his girth, feeling your wet walls stretch around him.

You began to ride him at a painfully slow pace. “Bucky,” you moaned, head thrown back in euphoria as your hips sink down slowly to meet his.

Bucky groaned, back against the headboard while his hands held onto your hips, helping you to ride and grind on his length.

“Fuck, Doll. So fucking beautiful,” he groaned as your hands reached up and grabbed your breasts.

The sounds of your moans mixing with Bucky’s fills the room, and Bucky's head began to feel confused and light-headed. He had experienced this before... or had he? He had surely dreamt this before, and it felt painfully real both times.

He watched as you bounced on his cock, hands pinching your nipples as your head leaned back, and then something caught his eye.

From the corner of the room stood a black shadow: formless and faceless. The form didn't say a word— it didn't need to, it was already inside Bucky's head.

He already knew exactly what it wanted him to know:

Every demon needs its angel, and it's clear she's yours. Enjoy eternity with her, James, just make sure you send me a virgin soul every year.

Simultaneously, the black shadow disappeared and Bucky felt you convulsing around his cock. You hummed in euphoria as you leaned down to kiss his lips softly, climbing off his lap before asking, "You okay, baby? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Bucky chuckled softly, mind consumed with the latest directive from the mysterious it. "No, doll. Just an Angel," he whispered, a hand smoothing your hair down as you blushed softly and 'awed' at his compliment, unknowingly.

Bucky leaned back against the headboard, thoughts consumed with what he had done. Bucky had sold his soul for your own, destined for you to live for eternity as his angel while he was doomed to live his life sacrificing innocent lives as a demon.

Bucky looked down at your face nuzzled into his neck with your arms sprawled across his chest and sighed contently. He loved you more than anything and a simple trade would be well worth it for him to have you in his arms again.

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 3 years

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New Venture

this is for @nakedrogers esme’s 2k writing challenge. (Congratulations on 2K!!!!)

one-shot (sfw)

pairing: Frank Adler x Reader

AU: Bookstore owner AU

Prompts: 13. “i told you not to read that.” ; 23. “i wish you did.”

Words: 1591

Warnings: no warnings as such. FLUFF!!!! Well Frank Adler being super cute is a warning in itself.

a/n: this is my first ever fic so hope you all like this, do reblog if you enjoy reading this. I chose Frank Adler for my first work because i love him so much.

i do not own the characters Frank and Mary. not my GIF.

PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY WORK OR POST IT ANYWHERE.

“I told you not to read that”, this was followed by Mary’s deep sigh. “Frank please just a little more”. Oh well, it’s the same old situation, Mary wants to read more books on mathematics but Frank thinks it’s enough for one day, she has been doing so since they opened the bookstore this morning. This is a new venture for both Frank and Mary, it has been a year since they opened a little bookstore. They were looking for a fresh start, and it was actually Mary who came up with the idea of a bookstore. Frank had a huge smile and that was a nod to this new venture. “That’s enough for today Mary, come help me” the bookstore was not so busy at this moment. Mary huffs, “why? Do you need help with calculating the money?” Frank won’t ever admit but he admires how snarky and sassy Mary can be at times, that kid is awesome. Frank decides it’s better to not reply and focuses on arranging the bookshelves.

The door chimes stating the arrival of people. Mary greets them. “Welcome!” The two women enter the bookstore. “Hey sweetie, do you know where the thriller section is?” Mary scrunches her nose a little, then points them towards the correct direction. Frank has arranged the bookshelves by now and he moves towards his little desk near the cash register. He sees that one of those women is eagerly going through the books in the thriller section and the other one, seems a little lost, seems out of her element. Should he go help her out? Ask her what she is looking for? He doesn’t want to be pushy but he wants to be helpful. While he is still making the decision Mary swoops in and asks

“Hi, what are you looking for?” The woman gives her a bright warm smile, a smile that will make others smile, just like Frank has smile on his face right now. “I’m just looking around, I’m basically accompanying my friend, thank you for asking, I- um I’m not much of a reader,” the woman said scratching her head a little, the little girl still looking at her, there is a sudden glint of joy in her eyes. “Well what about academic books? Do you like Math? We have quite a variety of books.” The woman is in awe of this child, she is not sure how to say that Math is definitely not her strongest area. She tries to formulate an answer when Frank approaches them. “Hey Mary why don’t you go help out the other customer, she looks quite engrossed in her search, maybe she could use some help? Go on.” Mary excuses herself, mentions where the books on academia are kept and proceeds to help the other customer. The woman doesn’t fail to notice that the little girl has quite a captivating and charming personality, her eyes seem to sparkle. Frank notices how this woman seems to be in awe of Mary, also how she is fidgeting a little with her purse. “So, not a reader?” she turns towards him. He is taller than her, and what magnificent blue eyes, one can really get lost in them, probably she got lost in them too because she is trying to fetch an answer but words don’t come out. “Not much into talking as well I guess?” She is broken out of her haze and almost babbles “um no, oh no I am sorry, yeah I am not much of a reader but I talk, I can talk a lot at times actually.” she smiles. That warm smile again. Frank smiles back, and then there is a minute of silence but it’s not awkward, it’s the good kind of silence where you are enjoying the moment.

“What about fiction or maybe non-fiction? Poetry, short stories? Do you like comics?” she laughs at this, he is really trying. “Well I have read a few comics and short stories. I mean I have tried to read books but I haven’t been able to finish most of them, wow definitely not a conversation one should have with a bookstore owner but yeah I guess I haven’t been able to connect with books, or maybe I am just dumb.” she shrugs a little. “Hey that’s alright, I too am not a huge bookworm but I do enjoy reading when I get time. But we all have our own interests.” she wants to say something but maybe she shouldn’t, what if he thinks it’s stupid? She doesn’t want to embarrass herself. He understands she wants to say something and nods his head as if to encourage her to go on. “Alright so there is something that I enjoy reading a lot. I love reading Fan fiction. It’s like I am already connected to the characters and thus reading more about them, exploring different storylines, the whole concept of ‘What if?’ intrigues me.” She realizes she doesn’t say this out loud often, she tries to read his expressions, well he is smiling and not in a mocking way so she continues. “You know there are so many talented Fanfic writers out there, some of the stories are extremely beautiful. So yeah as you said, we all have our own interests.” Frank is charmed by her, right now she has joy in her eyes, he hasn’t come across someone before who has shared this interest of reading fan fiction, she seems passionate about this, and it’s charming and beautiful. Yes she is beautiful. “That seems super interesting.” he hopes to see that warm smile again and there it is. He smiles back. “Well I am glad you think so, not many people do. It’s not that I tell many people about this interest of mine, still. By the way that girl, um Mary? she seems so amazing, not to sound corny but ‘there is something about Mary’, she is so charming!” he chuckles “Well I see what you did there, and yeah she is amazing, she is my niece and we both recently started this new venture of a bookstore, it was her idea”. Well a good idea indeed.

“Oh look at me where are my manners? Hi! I am Frank” Before she could say her name Mary calls out for Frank. The other customer has selected her books and she is waiting by the cash register to buy them. “Well I guess it’s time to go.” She seems sad, why? She is not someone who can talk with strangers but she was enjoying this conversation. She gets so awkward while talking to someone she doesn’t know but this was different, he made her feel comfortable, she liked talking to him, she wants to talk more, why couldn’t her friend take some more time? They move towards the cash register, “Oh I am Y/n” he repeats her name, wanted to see how it feels. Once done packing the books, her friend pays him the money. It’s time to go. Frank think about something quickly, say something, it seems like now or never. Come on they are about to leave, “Hey!” Frank runs towards them, “If you are looking for any particular book, you can call us to check the availability, or we can try to get it for you if not available. Here, take this card it has the store’s number and um- my number” he looks at Y/n with hopeful eyes. Is he trying to give her his number? He kinda seems out of her league, is there a chance he enjoyed talking to her too? Y/n gets this sudden surge of confidence, which is unusual for her, and decides to ask directly. “Are you trying to give me your number?” Frank is flustered, he is trying to come up with something when she says “I wish you did” and it’s accompanied with that beautiful warm smile. Frank cannot hold back the huge smile that forms automatically on his face. “I was, I uh- liked talking to you, and would like to know you more.” Well now they aren’t the only people smiling, the other two have smiles on their faces too due to this interaction, though there smiles are more like cheeky smirks. Y/n takes out her phone, saves his number and texts him standing right there. He checks his phone “Y/n: I would like to know you more too, looking forward to it” He nods signaling the chain of texts that will be exchanged soon. Y/n and her friend open the door to go out when Mary excitedly says “Come again!” Frank sees her smile once again, the one that he will be seeing a lot very soon. “I will.” Y/n says and her friend laughs, she waves and they wave back and with this they leave. Mary is looking at Frank who is still looking at the door. “See Frank, I told you, a bookstore will be a great new venture” she smirks.

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lipstickbisous · 3 years

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ when finished writing, tag me in your work and tag it with #esmes2kwritingchallenge

i will do my very best to read each and every fic, including following parts to series! however, i reserve the right to refuse reblogging or reading certain work if i am no comfortable with it. below the cut are the prompt lists!

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝟏 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅:

𝐚𝐮'𝐬

bookstore owner

ceo

demon

doctor

king

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

"this is going to be way harder than we thought." "you're the one who got us into this!"

"don't worry, i hated that wallpaper anyway."

"honey, you know i'll buy you a new one."

"there's blood everywhere."

"i don't know what happened, officer!"

"what makes you think it was an accident?"

"he's missing." "he'll come back."

"sir, this is for children only."

"when most people go to the beach, they pick up seashells."

"even if i could stop it, i wouldn't." "yes, you would."

"guess who made the evening news!" "again?"

"she's evil, but she does have a point there."

"i told you not to read that."

"hey, your bedroom door was locked..."

"that's the least of your worries!"

"dude, it's 3 in the morning."

"hey, i'm calling about your ad?"

"i didn't know you could talk." "shut up."

"you owe them eighty thousand dollars."

"i wasn't going to say anything, but yeah."

"we've met before...i know we have."

"come in, and close the door behind you."

"i wish you did."

"where are your clothes?"

“i love you, but i don’t even think i know who you really are.”

"careful not to break the- oh."

"please don't use sarcasm. it confuses me."

"hey, hey, breathe, it'll be okay." "get the fuck off of me."

"i dont like to think of myself as a thief." "hey, people change."

"put the turkey down."

i cannot wait to what you all have to share!!

#idk i just got these from a website #writing challenge!#esmes2kwritingchallenge #<- just like that #ˏˋ°•📖*⁀➷ 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 #esme's friends #i'll reblog with mutual tags

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