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꒰ when pope brings you back a gift from a job ꒱
꒰ rafe talking sheep!reader through it ꒱
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♡ — when jim spills coffee on your
blouse and your lacey bra peeks through..
warnings : suggestive language, mentions of protected sex and oral (f. receiving), jim is sooo awkward lol
every friday you made it a mission to wake up two hours earlier in order to make everyone’s coffee orders at home and still make it to the office early enough to greet everyone with a pretty smile and a pink-sleeved cup with their name on it; jim’s cup being the only one with a little heart drawn next to the scribbled writing. speaking of.. the man himself was well familiar with your weekly ritual and took it upon himself to get to the office earlier as well since it spared you two some alone time before everyone came filing in after one another. this morning, however, jim wasn’t at his usual spot waiting outside the front doors in order to help you carry up all the drinks.
pouting, you sighed through your nose before walking into the elevator, your kitten heels clicking against the flooring as you adjusted the purse on your shoulder. humming along to the music spilling out of the speakers, you kept your eyes trained on the assortment of drinks in your hands as the signature ding! went off, signaling your arrival to the office floor. just as you walked out of the double doors, your steps came to a crashing halt once you turned the corner and ran straight into jim who was rushing over to help you. you gasped at the impact, a mix of hot and cold liquids completely drenching you from head to toe. “oh, my god!” jim held onto your arms in order to keep you from falling back, his own outfit also doused in coffee and caramel syrup.
“are you okay?!” immediately jim took the drink carrier containers from you, his eyes wide with concern as he moved his hands from your elbows to your shoulders. “holy shit, i’m so sorry.” he breathed out heavily, wiping some whipped cream from your cheek. you stood there stunned, not completely registering what just happened until jim guided you to the office, a string of curses and apologies falling from his lips. “i had gotten here before you with some donuts so i thought i’d come up here first and put them in the break room before going back down to carry the drinks for you but i didn’t see you when i turned the corner and—” your giggle stopped him mid-rant, his eyes falling down to the small smile adorning your mouth.
jim started laughing, his head shaking as he walked ahead of you. “let me get you some napkins.” he jogged over to the break room, grabbing as many paper towels as he could before meeting you back at the receptionist desk. by this time, you had already placed your purse down, the man in front of you helping to take off your scarf and your shrug. cheeks flushing red, jim blinked awkwardly as you unbuttoned your shirt, your lacey bra now on full display through the stained fabric. “as much as i hate to do this, i think i’ll need to go back home and freshen up, the thought of staying in coffee soaked heels isn’t very exciting..” you dabbed a napkin at your chest, jim’s eyes unable to tear away from the soft swells of your breasts.
his brain was urging him to look away; to look at anything else except your pretty tits in that god forsaken bra, but he just couldn’t do it— no matter how hard he tried. you continued talking to yourself, completely clueless towards the mental battle jim was currently going to war between. his brain was reeling, the sensible part of him telling himself to look away and keep all filthy thoughts tamed. “jim, did you hear me?” you looked up, your cheeks heating once you spotted his eyes flicker back up to your face. knowing he was busted, he sucked in a breath, his mouth opening as if he was going to say something. you watched as jim tripped over his words, the adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he looked away frantically.
“uhm— i’m sorry, no. what did you say?” he was fighting for his life when you started laughing, the sight of your chest and the supple skin there moving in tandem with the fall and rise of your shoulders suddenly had jim’s pants feeling tight. “i said i’m going to go home to freshen up, and that i should be back here in an hour.” you repeated yourself, buttoning back up your top. catching a small glimpse of jim’s frontside, it was your turn to keep your filthy thoughts at bay once you saw just how bad he was struggling to keep his composure. “yeah! yeah, that’s fine,” he nodded, clearing his throat before uncomfortably leaning over the receptionist desk. conjuring up the courage, you spoke before you could overthink yourself out of asking.
“wanna come with? we could throw your clothes in the washer.” you swallowed thickly, watching as jim rubbed his hand across his forehead. “no, it’s okay, really. i wouldn’t want to impose, plus it’s my fault the coffees got everywhere and—” once again, stopping him mid-rant, you walked around your desk and place a gentle hand on his elbow. lowering your face so you two were eye-level with one another, you clarified your intentions. “i’m asking you to come back to my place with an hour to spare, jim.” at this, he whipped his head up to meet your gaze, a look of hesitation gracing his features. “are you sure?” he stood upright, his frame towering over your own. grabbing your purse, you didn’t say a word as you walked out of the office, sparing him a single glance before you disappeared.
jim knew following you out to your car would change everything between you two, but the thought of passing this opportunity up was something he would never be able to stop thinking the ‘what if?’ about. licking his lips, jim cursed under his breath before he slipped on his coat, meeting you inside the elevator. the silence between you two was deafening, the tension in the small space thick and heavy with the anticipation of what was to come.. literally. by the time the hour had passed and you two were walking back into the office— fresh clothes and a fresh shower, you were both dazed for the rest of the day with memories and flashbacks from this morning.
the desperate kisses from months worth of desire, jim’s voice in your ear as he fucked into you at the perfect angle and pace, the way you pulled the soft tufts of his hair as his mouth worked between your thighs, the dull ache in your flesh from jim’s fingers digging into your skin before he came— to say you had been knocked off your axis would be an understatement. as for jim, there was absolutely nothing that could take his mind off of you— not even dwight who insisted on being insufferable alongside michael. all he envisioned as he worked on his computer was the way his name rolled off of your tongue when a particular snap of his hips sent you crying out, the vanilla scent of your perfume as he buried his face in your neck, and the way you squeezed around him so fucking tight he saw stars behind his eyes.
shifting in his chair, jim adjusted himself under his desk as a sexually frustrated sigh fell from his lips. there was no way jim was going to be able to go on about his days without you occupying his headspace. looking in your direction, jim screwed his eyes shut when some icing from the donut you were eating fell onto your skin, your pretty manicured finger bringing the glob of sweetness to your lips just before making eye contact with him, your lips wrapping around your digit as you licked it clean. shaking his head, his fingers trembled ever so lightly as he typed up an email.
jim panicked, his eyes widening before he scrambled to close out your chat bubbles. knowing how this office ran, the last thing jim wanted was for everyone to know about what you two did and make a huge spectacle out of it. coughing into his fist, you giggled at his frantic state before he met your eyes over his computer. mouthing a ‘yes’ jim nodded slowly, a smile finding its way to his face once he saw you bite your lip the way you usually did when you were giddy about something.
i binge read aaall of your work for rafee you are soo talented!! i am waiting for more 😋
aww thank you so much nonnie! i’m actually debating if whether or not i should finish a draft on my dark content blog (@heavenlyporcelain) or if i should work on some requests from this blog instead..
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♡ — after swearing up and down that you can’t make a sale, jim lets you answer his phone to give it a try. his elaborate plan to prove himself right goes south as soon as the man on the other line buys a heaping amount of paper in exchange for your phone number..
warnings : flirty banter, teasing, mild humor, slight tension (?), jim being a little jealous (a lot, actually), close proximity
“..but why? why do you think it’s impossible for me to sell paper?” jim was leaning over the counter of the receptionist desk, both of your faces not far from one another’s. “because you answer the phone like this!” he taunted your high pitched ‘customer service’ voice, your cheeks heating as you giggled quietly. “i do not sound like that!” jim smiled when you accidentally snorted, your eyes widening in embarrassment. phyllis looked over her computer at you two, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “there’s a reason you didn’t get the sales position, ditzy.”
you gasped, slapping his arm playfully. “that’s a low blow, halpert!” shaking your head, you opened up the spreadsheet michael had forwarded to you, “and by the way, my insane typing skills got me this position. i get to sit and look pretty all day.” jim nodded, eyes flittering down to the soft curve of your lips. “yeah, that you do..” his voice dropped down a few octaves, the sound paired up with his words made butterflies flutter in your tummy. the girls were sooo going to be hearing about this later.
you met his eyes for a brief moment, both of you clearing your throats awkwardly at the sudden energy shift. “seriously though, how hard could it be?” just as you asked him, his phone began ringing. “wanna find out?” you were up on your feet, basically buzzing with excitement as you followed jim over to his desk. the last thing jim expected you to do was bend over the hardwood his phone was resting on, his distressed glare finding the cameraman in the corner of the room. dwight was eyeing you with pinched eyebrows, wondering what the hell you two were up to now.
for his own sake, jim didn’t dare glance down at your backside in that tight pencil skirt of yours, instead he took his seat, pushing himself all the way in under his desk before motioning for you to answer the damned thing. flashing an innocent smile at dwight, he rolled his eyes as you put the receiver to your ear. “jim halpert speaking!” jim closed his eyes, holding in a laugh as he muted the call. “you have to say your name, not mine..” the realization dawned on you, a little ‘oh, that’s right!’ leaving your lips before he unmuted you.
chirping your name into the phone, the man on the other side of the line sounded confused as he carried on. “hello, is this dunder mifflin? the paper company.” you hummed, drawing a few stares from oscar and stanley. “hi there, my name is jonathan and i was tasked with choosing the best paper for my office, and i came across this number. if you don’t mind, i just had a few questions.” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “of course, i’d be happy to provide you with answers!” jim leaned in, listening closely to the call.
“why should i choose dunder mifflin as my business’s official paper supplier?” it was a simple question, but it still had you wracking your brain for what you should say. “uhm.. well! here at dunder mifflin, we have the best sales representatives always just one phone call away! we will keep your office and/or work space stocked with only the highest quality of paper, card stock, and many more! all at an amazing price as well, and you didn’t hear this from me.. but if you buy in bulk, you get major steals.” jim was flabbergasted. maybe he should be a receptionist instead. this was your desk now.
“wow! that sounds amazing. you really checked all of my boxes.” he laughed, a hint of flirting evident in his tone. “yeah? well i usually do.” jim looked at the side of your face, his gaze burning hot. “i bet.. look, this might come across as really weird, but gosh your voice is so pretty, it’s a nice change from the usual monotone robots answering these phones.” you chuckled, the sound making jim want to snatch the phone out of your hand. dwight noticed this, a smug look taking over his features.
michael had his head poking out of his door, the entire office now listening in on your conversation. “put it on speaker!” erin whispered, everyone agreeing in unison. jim sighed, already not liking where this was going. “oh trust me, i know,” you spoke, “but would you be interested in hearing any of my offers?” you motioned for jim to pull up the package deals on his computer. “please, enlighten me.” you gasped, raising your eyebrows at the man next to you. jim was quick to cover the scowl on his face, a fake smile gracing his lips as he pulled up this month’s spreadsheet.
“okayyy! so starting off with the most expensive package, for five hundred dollars a month, you get a weekly delivery on your paper, and this includes an unlimited card stock supply that i can personally guarantee will arrive on time, all the time—”
“i’ll take it.” you blinked, dwight’s grin dropping from his face.
“r-really?! you don’t want to hear about my other packages?” jonathan, the man on the other line let out a disapproving hum. “no, i’ve heard quite enough, i’d love to make a deal with you though.” everyone exchanged looks, you and jim meeting each other’s eyes for the first time during this entire ordeal. “okay, may i please get your information?” you took the phone off of speaker, everyone, including michael, groaning in frustration. “i wanted to hear the deal!” kevin shook his head. angela made a face, turning around in her seat as she resumed watching cat videos on youtube.
you were quiet for a few moments, your eyes widening as jonathan stated his offer. “..so what you’re telling me is; in exchange for purchasing the five hundred dollar package, you want my phone number?” the office went into an uproar, dwight shooting out of his seat. “what is this? a phone sex hotline?!” jim couldn’t stand to listen to another second of this, his index finger reaching out and pressing the ‘end call’ button. you yelped, dropping the phone on his desk. “jim, what the hell?! i totally had that in the bag!” you stood up, a series of shouts sounding around the office.
“transfer him to my phone right now!” meredith shouted, jim wasting no time in giving her the number. “alright, ditzy, you could sell paper.” he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, clearing his throat as he adjusted the tie around his neck. you may be lacking a bit in the logical department, but you were an expert when it came to reading jim, and right now? he looked nothing short of jealous. you leaned down next to his ear. “well i’m glad we could settle that, halpert.” jim swallowed thickly, your perfume diminishing all of his senses.
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heyy sorry if that sounded awkward 😭 i stumbled upon your page againn angel!! because i was going through my following and i was like i remember this blog and its been a year and it seems so crazy that ive been reading all you stuff for a long time and you’re still active in the obx community which i really admire because most blogs just stop and im glad you were one of my favourite writers on this blog <3
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yes i’m still here! i’m venturing into other fandoms but obx is always gonna be my #1 as long as i have the inspiration to write for it ♡ thanks for coming back and checking in bb!!
DITZY!READER who took the receptionist job at dunder mifflin after moving away from her hometown. think of her as an ‘organized mess’, fluffy pens and pink sticky notes littering her work space. she smells like sweet marshmallows & sugar. ballerina shrugs and cashmere cardigans are her best friends, considering the office can get ridiculously chilly. unfortunately, she’s too nice to let anyone know when they’re being invasive.. especially michael and dwight.
DITZY!READER who wears the cutest office outfits ever!! when she’s not making copies or taking/transferring phone calls, she’s reading fashion magazines, playing games with jim on her computer, or thinking about what she’s going to blow her next check on. she runs a successful and popular fashion/beauty blog. keeps the break room stocked with homemade cinnamon rolls despite angela’s attempts to declare them ‘dangerous and unhealthy’.
DITZY!READER is best friends with erin and kelly, all three of them raving about their office crushes via email. she loves shopping and spending her days off roaming around the city.. secretly hoping jim will call her and ask her what she’s up to (he always does). everyone in the warehouse department has a massive crush on her, the entire crew calling her the cutest nicknames. has a gifted name plaque that says ‘scranton’s very own sweetheart’.
below is a list of au’s (alternate universes) where i pair random versions of !jim with random versions of !readers and create a moodboard + head canons for it. these are pairings that may or may not be expanded on, but all works within the pairings below will be linked in their own masterlists! any au’s involing !jim and an official !reader of mine can be found in their own respective !reader masterlist as well. if you’re interested in all things jim, feel free to click the [ ₊˚⊹♡ jim halpert] tag down in the tag section. there you will find all the works i’ve ever published with his character + discussion posts, thinking thots, moodboards, etc..
below is a list of what i consider, for myself at least, drabbles and prompts that mostly you lovely readers sent in! any and all fics paired with my !readers can be found on their own masterlists. if you’re interested in all things jim, feel free to click the [ ₊˚⊹♡ jim halpert] tag down in the tag section. there you will find all the works i’ve ever published with his character + discussion posts, thinking thots, moodboards, etc..
below is a list of series and oneshots. mini series (parts of a storyline without an official title), oneshots (storylines that will not have a second part), and full length series can be found here! all series involving official !readers of mine will be in their own respective masterlists. if you’re interested in all things jim, feel free to click the [ ₊˚⊹♡ jim halpert] tag down in the tag section. there you will find all the works i’ve ever published with his character + discussion posts, thinking thots, moodboards, etc..
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may i present stoner!pope who’s obsessed with seeing readers lip gloss all over the blunt 🤫🤓
♡ WARNINGS : pretty weird age gap (reader is ideally 19-20, and pope is in his 40’s. if this isn’t your thing pls keep scrolling), flirting, heavy petting, suggestive language, suggestive ending
pope was never fond of deran and craig throwing parties at smurf’s house, mainly because he believed one should never bring pleasure to a place where business was conducted— or at least that’s what he believed before he saw you sitting by yourself on the couch in the living room. you were babysitting a smirnoff you had yet to take a swig from, your facial expression morphing into one of boredom as you watched the pool party festivities happen from behind the glass window. he stared you down before making his presence known, his eyes running down the swells of your breasts, to the plushness of your thighs, your baby pink bikini surely engraving itself into his mind as one of his favorite sights to have beheld.
pope didn’t have a thing for feet, considering anything broadly perceived as unsanitary didn’t pique his interest, but after eyeing your white pedicured toes in your wedged sandals? he could make an exception. crossing one leg over the other, pope knew he couldn’t help himself as soon as the imprint of your folds showed through the flimsy material of your bikini— his gaze darkening before clearing his throat and drawing your attention. embarrassingly, you had jumped in surprise when you heard pope in the kitchen, his shadowy figure making your heart race as he stalked towards you. “the party’s outside.” you watched as he leaned against the wall frame, a tight black t-shirt hugging his body to perfection.
straightening up, you smoothed your hair over your shoulder. “sorry, i hope i’m not intruding—!” you were just about to get up before pope stepped down into the den, a whiskey glass in his hand as he motioned for you to stay where you were sitting. taking a seat not too far away from you, you suddenly felt exposed as pope’s eyes ran down your oiled legs, his tongue wetting his bottom lip before he took the neatly rolled blunt from behind his ear and held it up in offering. “i won’t lecture you on the dangers of being a pretty girl and welcoming yourself inside a stranger’s house if you spark this with me.” your skin burned hot at his words, your acrylic nails digging nervously into your palms.
“you think i’m pretty?” pope smiled, knowing he reeled you in right where he wanted you. he hoped you’d entertain him for a while, maybe even give him a little peck on his cheek if he asked nicely. “i do. you’re the prettiest thing that’s been in this house in a really long time.” you studied the man sitting in front of you, deciding that his lap looked rather empty as he manspreaded before you. holding his stare, you slowly uncrossed your legs, catching the way his eyes drifted down to the apex of your thighs. “you live here?” pope offered his hand, your palm finding his as you stood up and walked over to him. guiding you to sit on one side of his lap, your knees stayed tucked in between his legs— his rough palm resting on the soft curve of your ass.
taking the lighter out of his pocket, pope handed it over to you, motioning for you to light the end of the blunt that currently sat in between his fingers. you watched as the light illuminated his face in orange flickers, the scene being enough to get your stomach erupting in a fit of butterflies. he was even more handsome up close, the curly tufts of his hair more noticeable than before. blowing the smoke away from your face, he hummed deeply. “not really, i just stay here from time to time.” pope shrugged, his eyes zeroing in on your glossy lips. “that means craig and deran are your brothers?” you looked up, the clouds of smoke lingering heavily in the dark space. not taking his eyes off of your face, he nodded.
“..so that makes you???” realizing you were asking for his name, pope cleared his throat, snapping out of his trance. “andrew.” he replied curtly, his cock stirring in his pants at the sight of you bringing the blunt up to your lips. “andrew? aww, i like that.” pope loved the sound of his name rolling off of your tongue, his mind running wild with the possibilities of you saying his name in a different context. “how do you know deran and craig?” he couldn’t hold back the bite in his tone, jealousy suddenly coursing through his veins at the fact that he wasn’t the one to meet you first. “they came up to me and my friend on the beach yesterday, ‘invited us over,” you smiled sweetly, “parties aren’t really my thing, but my friend really wanted to come. she has a crush.”
pope nodded, his curiosity getting the best of him with his next question. “do you have a crush on one of them too?” you studied his face, shrugging. “they’re cute,” you whispered, feeling against the stubble on his cheek, “not my type though. i like men who are more.. mature.” pope felt his chest bloom with pride, the blunt now being passed back to him. just as he was going to take a drag, a small glimmer in the corner of his eye caught his attention. looking down at where your lips had just been, pope felt a carnal-like desire once he saw the leftover remnants of your lipgloss adorning the cigar wrap. it was your own personal mark, and something about it just drove him crazy.
“that’s cute.” he held the blunt up for you to see. “what lipgloss is that?” you couldn’t help but giggle, the sound like music to pope’s ears. “why? do you want some?” you teased, rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip. the action was more intimate than pope anticipated, his jaw clenching as you shifted your weight in his lap. the soft strokes against your skin turned more rough, his hands working your flesh as your smile dropped. “no,” he leaned in, “i just wonder what it would look like smudged against something else.” your breath hitched in your throat, a wave of both excitement and anxiety washing over you. as much as pope’s age intimidated you, the urge to be on your knees for him overpowered everything else.
