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Hello, everyone, welcome to my commission page! I decided to take writing commissions as i'm jobless and in need of financial help for my dental care funds (at least $360). If you're curious about my situation, you can read my donation post here ♡
◇ BASIC RULES & INFO
◇ slots open: 5
fandoms & pairings: BTS - I write member x reader/OC and member x member. I'm also open to writing Enhypen (all members for sfw fics, but only hyung line for 18+ fics), TXT, Jujutsu Kaisen, Percy Jackson series, Spy x Family, or whatever OC x OC fics you have in mind.
genre: I can write angst, fluff, slight yandere, smut. We can discuss the tropes and aus you want and if it's doable or comfortable for me to write in my DMs! Please, don't hesitate to ask.
pricelist:
500 words - $4
1000 words - $7
1500 words - $10
2k-2.5k words - $15
anything past 2.5k words will be additional dollar per 100 words.
payment methods: I have ko-fi, paypal (i would appreciate it if you could choose send to friends & family or pay the paypal fees), and gcash. I will be taking payments after we discuss your commission and come to a mutual agreement. There will be no refunds as I said, I'm doing this for my dental care. But I will be offering revisions if there's something you didn't like.
how to commission: You can reach out via DMs, and I'll get back to you asap.
◇ I'll do my best to finish the commissioned work within 2-4 weeks, depending on the length and if I have other commissions too. I hope you'll be patient with me please.
◇ Once you've received the commissioned work, please do not take credit and post it anywhere online. I hope you'll respect me as a writer.
◇ If you have any more concerns and inquiries that I didn't cover here, please don't hesitate to reach out to me via askbox or my DMs!
I hope you'll support me by commissioning me or reblogging this and my works. Thank you so much and have a great day! x
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When Twin Souls Meet
Jimin x OC
Summary - The idea of soulmates was something Nel wasn’t interested in. In fact she hoped she never met hers. The words on her arm have caused many sleepless nights as the inevitable feeling of dread filled her entire being. Just what was she going to say that would elicit that kind of response? She didn’t want to ever know.
Genre - Soulmate AU/Fluff
Warnings - Light swearing. This is very fluffy.
Word Count - A/N - This is a commission for @lemoncakelynx11. I hope you like it!!! <3
Why is it when someone’s in a hurry, at a time when they’re at their most vulnerable, that’s when life decides to throw an extra spoke in the wheel? Almost as if the universe knows exactly when you’re at your lowest and decides to kick you while you’re down.
The day started off like any other. Sweeping and mopping the floors, making sure all the product was fully stocked and cleaning out the animals cages. Business as usual. The only thing slightly askew were the gerbils. The new gerbils had been particularly messy this season. Their little faces portrayed innocence the next morning, as if trying to convince the staff that they had not been having some kind of rodent rave deep into the night.
Working at the pet store wasn't so bad when Nel had the late shift, but mornings were definitely the hardest. And at that very moment she was walking a tightrope edging towards the cliff of rage. She didn’t like to let her emotions get the better of her, she tried to be a calm person, someone others could look up to but today was just another day in a long string of mishaps and her peaceful demeanour was starting to crack.
The store opened at 7am but her shift started at 6am to give the morning team enough time to set up before opening. Her co-worker called out so it was twice the work than usual, plus her neighbour had decided last night was the perfect time to try out his new drum set. All night. With the check engine light blinking on her car and the random medical bill she forgot about arriving in the mail the day before, the stress just kept piling on. To top it all off one of the gerbils escaped.
It was already five past and a few people were scattered outside so Nel had no alternative, she needed to open the store. It would only be another hour before the next employee showed up and she could take a break. But first, she had to find that damn gerbil.
After opening the front doors she stalked down the aisles one by one, her eyes scanning the floor until she caught a glimmer of fur in the back corner of the store. A devious smile spread across her lips as she crept up to the spot. The little guy had decided to tear into one of the pine shaving packs.
Pacing herself as she tried to collect the rodent she eased out her hands. Catching a glimpse of the letters etched into her forearm she rolled her eyes. Knowing that someday she was going to embarrass herself in front of her soulmate in such an apocalyptic fashion that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from calling her out on her shenanigans and just having to wait for said day to come was pure torture.
Was that what the words meant? Or did they allude to something more sinister? What exactly was Nel going to do that would make this man–or woman–her soulmate decide to say something like that?
Nel shuddered, shaking her head and turning her attention back to the task at hand. Gerbil Houdini.
He snuggled further into the soft paper bedding. Shifting slightly Nel angled herself above the bag and slid her hand under the plastic. Inching inside she avoided the sides to ease the possibility of crinkling. Right as her fingertips grazed his fur he figured out what she was doing and bolted.
“Listen here you little gerbil bastard!” Nel scrunched up her face in an attempt to calm down as she stood up.
“Well that’s certainly one way to get a man’s attention.”
Nel’s eyes snapped up towards the man. The words engrained in her brain after years of reading them across her skin, the moment she had dreaded for so long... Like this? Nel smiled to herself with relief as she realised how silly this moment had been. She had thought for sure she would have ended up in a worse position than this.
The man who spoke the words was breathtaking. Black hair with a slight wave teased his features as he greeted her with a wide grin. Smooth skin and soft lips left Nel speechless. He was quite possibly the most beautiful person she’d ever seen.
He stared back at her as if he was taking her in as well. After a moment his eyes widened as it clicked. “It’s you!” Accusation dripped from his lips as he took a step back.
Nel stood up, brushing off the dust and flecks from the now-loose bedding off her arms and jeans. “You’re not exactly what I was expecting either, pal.”
“What’s your name?” He asked with a smile plastered across his face.
“My name?” Nel tapped the plastic name tag twice. “And you?”
“Jimin. Park Jimin.”
Nel nodded, shifting back and forth on her toes as her mind wandered back to where the gerbil had gotten to. She didn’t want to ignore her soulmate but she did have a job to finish. Plus it wasn’t until that very moment that she had even entertained the possibility of getting involved with her soulmate. She was still trying to get back the late night musings of what she would get up to in order to receive the words he had spoken so casually.
“It’s crazy to finally be able to see you. To know the person these words have come from,” Jimin said, his eyes lighting up before they almost disappeared behind his smile. “I’ve been waiting for you all my life.”
“Oh,” Nel said, chuckling as she shook her head. “I mean, me too, I guess. But more like dreading.”
When Jimin frowned she pointed towards her arm and his mouth changed into a comical ‘o’ shape. “Right! I shouldn’t have-“
“It’s okay,” she cut him off with a shrug. “Seriously, it's fine. I’m glad it wasn’t any of the horrible ideas I had conjured up in my mind. It could have been a lot worse. Now it’s just… it’s just awkward I guess.”
“Do you want to get something to eat when you’re done with work?” He slipped his fingers into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. After a moment he pulled out a business card and handed it to Nel. “Let’s not let it stay weird.”
“Yeah.” Nel grabbed the card, her fingers brushing up against his with a start. Heat rushed to her face as she continued, “I would like that.”
“What time are you done?”
“I finish at one o'clock today.”
“Great!” His smile lit up the room as he took a step back. “I’ll come pick you up then. I can’t wait to get to know you, Nel.”
“Sure,” she muttered, eyes narrowed as she read the card. It wasn’t long before her eyes widened and she said, “Wait!”
He wasn’t in the aisle. She looked back down at the card. Jimin, huh? Smiling to herself she shoved the card in her pocket and went back to the task of finding that blasted gerbil.
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Would anyone be interested in commissions from me? I'm just trying to find a way to make a little extra money cause college sucks and is taking everything and I can't really find a good paying job while taking 17 credits :/
I would do commissions for both fanfictions and art! I'd of course have some rules but it could basically be anything anyone wanted <3
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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 !
where i take commissions for any of your graphic design requests. read more to see further details.
━━ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒
for fic banners
for headers
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 :: you can look thru my portfolio at @awrkives . i also take commissions for groups besides bts.
━━ 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐘𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 :: (the additional rates are for paypal fees. pls note the additional info with an "¹" and "²" indicators)
• (1) fic banner + simple line breaker ━━ $8 + $1
• (7) series fic banners + simple line breakers¹ ━━ $30 + $2
• FULL BLOG REVAMP :: (1) mobile header + (2) icons + title headers + (1) fic banners with simple line breakers² ━━ $35 + $2
¹ this can be commissioned for collaboration series or your own series where there are stories for each member in the same universe. if the banners for the series exceed 7, add $5.
SAMPLE SET:
² "title headers" mean headers for your navigation, masterlist, any page on your blog, and headers for each member. unlimited number of title headers is included in this package. you also get 2 free fic banners.
━━ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍?
to commission a fic banner, just fill out this form (bolded words are must needed information, otherwise, they are optional) :
:: member/s
:: title of the story
:: quote of the story (i will include it if i deem fit)
:: summary of the story/plot (so that i know the general gist of it, helps me with deciding for the mood of the banner)
:: some (prominent) detail/s about the characters that you want me to include in the fic banner (eg: does the character have a bird tattoo? does the character have yellow eyes? etc.)
:: preferred author name (eg: your username)
to commission a full revamp, pls indicate everything above, including your preference for your title headers, mobile header and icons.
send your request/s to my inbox (at @awrkive only)
PAYMENT/S SHALL BE SENT THROUGH MY KO-FI ACCOUNT. 1 KO-FI IS EQUAL TO $1, send amount of ko-fi according to rates.
© 𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 2023. all rights reserved. copying, editing, reposting and translating any of my works are not allowed. please do not claim any of my edits as your own.
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― commissions ˚ ༘♡
## intro ―
→ hi lovelies !! if i haven’t said it enough already, thank you so much for 1,000 followers– i love you all so much & your support and engagement means so much to me !! ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )
→ i’ve received a lot of asks wondering why i haven’t been as active as i used to be, and i wanted to answer that now, especially bc it ties into why i decided to open up commissions.
→ i won’t be too explicit, but this year has been rough. disability struggles, escaping an abusive relationship, university stress, familial estrangement, impending homelessness… it’s been a lot. but !! this isn’t a post for sympathy― i’m feeling hopeful and i’m in a much better place mentally now. despite this, though, these struggles have led to me being dead broke, so i'm here asking for additional help.
→ i did manage to secure myself a place to live. i just need to earn money for basic necessities, like food and rent. and i figured i would try and earn money the way i enjoy spending my time anyway: with writing !!
→ if you would prefer just to help out w/ a tip, my ko-fi is always open.
( read more for more info )
## process ―
→ if you are interested in a commission, feel free to message me via tumblr or twitter dms !!
→ commissions will be opened with a slot-system. five slots will be open at a time (first come, first serve); when i finish a commission, a slot will be opened up !!
→ i can either post your commission here on tumblr, post it on ao3, or send it directly to you !! just let me know what you would prefer <3
## rules ―
→ i mainly write for stray kids and tomorrow x together, but i stan so many groups (ateez, seventeen, bts etc.) and would be willing to write for anyone !!
→ if you give me enough details, i'm willing to write for any ocs you may have, though i may contact you frequently with a question for accuracy.
→ aus and nsfw are OK. depending on your request, i may be willing to write gore and horror. i will refuse to write r*pe / noncon, scat, incest, extreme gore, sexual ageplay, abuse.
you must be 18+ to commission anything that is nsfw.
→ when requesting, please tell me:
if you want to personalise the fic at all (i.e., your name and description of you), tell me a little bit about yourself !!
the pronouns you'd like to use.
what member(s) you want to include, and any relationships they may have with you and/or each other (i’m willing, but less inclined, to write member x member fics).
the number of members involved in the main relationship (i.e., poly including 3+ people) may affect pricing.
## payment ―
→ the pricing is as follows:
~ 500 words: £5
~ 1k words: £10
~ 1.5k words: £15
~ 2k+ words: £20
→ for longer fics (2.5k+ words), it would be an additional £5 for every extra 500 words.
→ there is no extra charge if i write more than requested― if you wanted a 1.5k fic and i wrote 3k, there would be no additional cost.
→ all payments should be sent to my ko-fi !! if you would prefer, i also have cashapp and paypal.
→ if you have any questions, i'd be more than happy to answer them ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡
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I held you so close I forgot the world ; taekook.
explicit | one shot | 6.7k
summary: "Jungkook is sitting on Taehyung's face with a frown in concentration and a ring around him that won't let him cum for the world. Taehyung, on the other hand, is crazy about him."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
“He becomes unhinged for a moment, biting his mouth, moaning silently, thrusting his hips down to see if he can sneak inside him those buds that haven't stopped threatening to take the universe from his fingertips. Taehyung seems to like his daring, for he gives him a smiling kiss on the inside of his right thigh to begin a deadly journey that ends where his testicles agonize in their current prohibition.
He runs his tongue over it with all the sass he can count on, and Jungkook trembles, his muscles tired, his stomach clenched, his toes so gnarled they are almost going numb as are the rest of his limbs and his whole body.
He can't relax, though, not when Taehyung begins to savor that area of his intimacy, evading the ring, passing over it as if it didn't exist as he fills his mouth to suck and push the edges of its rear sweetness once more, threatening to sneak into his loins to turn him to ashes and toss him into that sea whose tide has turned violent and doesn't know how to forgive.”
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Pls help reblog!!
Updated fic commissions pricelist. 💜
Hi and good day! If u wanna help a girl out to buy food and maintenance meds for my grandma and mom, pls consider commissioning me. I write as a side gig, to help my fam.
paypal.me/neinya88
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opened fic commissions, you can check out all the details on twitter!! here's my ao3 if you want to read my works
fandoms: enhypen, loona, nct/wayv, bts, x1 members, the boyz, and more!!
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♣ | Story Header
∙ featuring › Jimin
∙ type › blend/gif header
∙ made for › @jkeuphoriadreamland
∙ fandom › BTS
∙ credit › 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
Thank you for requesting! Hope to see you soon xoxo
Please DO NOT steal, copy, or claim as your own!
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urgent help needed for dental care
hello, everyone!
so sorry that this is probably my nth post asking for help because the others lost traction (i promise i will stick to this)
i'm cher - a bi filipina writer who's a college dropout so it's hard for me to get a job even if it's a simple one - and i'm trying to raise at least Php 30k (approximately $525 depending on the exchange rate) for my dental procedures (like teeth extraction including the wisdom tooth, pasta filling, and a couple of dental crown at the front).
i've been in pain since march now and even though i've had one of my tooth extracted and another tooth fixed by filling last july, i'm still in pain as i have a lot of broken teeth that needs urgent care.
as i said, i don't have a job and i'm only relying on my parents for my basic needs but even them can't afford to help with my dental care as we're only getting by paycheck to paycheck and i also have 3 younger siblings that they send to school.
i'm so sorry to ask any of you for money, but if you have some spare change to share, my pay/pal is [email protected] and i also have a ko/fi account where you can see my goal and donate, it's aphrodijin.
i'm also accepting writing fic commissions for bts and txt to help raise funds. i haven't set up a post for the commission yet but please do message me if you're interested. my rate ranges from $3 - $12.
i already have $140, so i just need $385 more. please, help me as i can't live like this anymore.
also, please, if you're gonna tag this, i would prefer if you put "commissions open", "bts commission", "writing commission" those kind of tags. thank youuu x
goal: 0/$385
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39,5°C (Fever) (m) | pjm
Thank you to everybody who follows, either for my own fics or my recs - it's much appreciated and means so much to me 🥹 So, for my 100th follower milestone, I give you this; I hope you like it 💜
Pairing: Jimin x reader (female, “Y/N”)
Genre/AU: Established relationship, non idol!au, pwp, smut, fluff if you squint
Rating: mature/explicit/R18
Word count: 6,2K
Summary: When you get sick you want three things; rest all day, eat your comfort food and have as many orgasms as you can.
Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸
Warnings/tags: Explicit smut in the form of, masturbation (female), fingering, nipple sucking/play, unprotected penetration (they are in an established relationship, but please use protection irl), some cock warming, a lot of orgasms, fucking while sick, OC is so fucking needy and desperate and Jimin just wants to please her.
This is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.
Main masterlist. Cross-posted to Ao3.
Morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft hues as you slowly roused from sleep.
Blinking away the remnants of dreams, you stretched languidly, only to realize that the warmth next to you, Jimin, was absent.
Confusion furrowed your brow, a dull ache throbbing at your temples. It was as if your mind was wading through a fog, struggling to piece together the events leading up to this moment.
A damp sensation beneath you snapped your senses awake.
Panic fluttered in your chest as you registered the wetness on the bed.
Your skin prickled with discomfort, a blend of clammy sweat and shivers that chased each other up and down your spine. Hot and cold sensations mingled, creating a disorienting dance across your flesh. Your body trembled and you felt a surge of arousal run to your core, a telltale sign of a fever.
A hand to your forehead confirmed your suspicions - heat radiated from your skin, the feverish touch undeniable. The realization sent a sinking feeling through you, an unwelcome interruption to your routine.
You contemplated checking your temperature, not just to provide a concrete reason for your absence from work, but also to validate the intensity of what you were experiencing.
With a resigned sigh, you fumbled for the thermometer, its cool surface a stark contrast to your fevered skin.
As you watched the numbers climb, anxiety held its breath alongside you. 39,5 degrees Celsius glared back, a glaring testament to your body’s turmoil. ‘Yikes’ barely covers the magnitude of this fever, the word echoing like an alarm in your mind.
Reluctantly, you reached for your phone, fingers dancing over the screen to dial your workplace.
Explaining your condition to your boss felt like admitting defeat, you were rarely sick, a palpable sensation of vulnerability washing over you. The conversation passed in a blur, your voice sounding distant even in your own ears as you negotiated the details of your sick leave.
Once the call ended, you were left with the weight of the day ahead - or rather, the weight of what wouldn’t be. You really love your damn office job. Resignation settled in as you acknowledged that rest was your sole agenda.
This was no mere inconvenience; it was a mandate from your own body, an uncompromising insistence on self-care.
Your thoughts drift through a dense fog, each one a weighty presence that seems to slow time itself.
Amidst this mental haze, a singular desire emerges, commanding your attention like a beacon in the darkness; to get off.
When you get sick, you’re out of commission, but Jimin possesses remarkable resilience, bouncing back from ailments with an almost enviable speed. He might slow his pace a tad, yet he’s soon up and running again, his vigor only temporarily dimmed.
However, your own journey through illness is an entirely different narrative. When illness casts its shadow upon you, it’s as if the world grinds to a halt - a relentless fog that blankets your thoughts and body.
You only want three things really; rest all day, eat your comfort food and have as many orgasms as you can.
It’s a craving that rises like a tempest, demanding to be acknowledged.
The desire for intimacy, for the warmth and connection that only your boyfriend can provide, becomes a beacon in the haze of your illness. It’s a need that fluctuates in intensity, an ebb and flow that mirrors the unpredictable nature of your symptoms.
In a daze, you squeeze your thighs together while dirty fantasies run through your mind.
Determinedly, you set your sights on the first craving: a day of uninterrupted rest.
As the world outside continues its bustling rhythm, you cocoon yourself in a cocoon of blankets, the soft embrace of your bed a sanctuary from the demands of the day. A season of your cherished TV show flickers on the screen before you, its familiar characters and storylines a comforting companion in this isolated respite.
Yet, even the most captivating narrative can’t entirely distract from the persistent itch of restlessness. As episodes blur into one another, you find your mind wandering, the confinement of your surroundings reflecting the confines of your own body.
The hours stretch, each minute an elastic band tugging at your patience.
The promise of comfort food beckons like a siren’s call, and soon, the aromatic allure of pizza fills the room.
You indulge in its cheesy embrace, the combination of flavors a temporary reprieve from both your physical discomfort and the monotony of your confinement. The first bite is a symphony of sensations - crisp crust giving way to a burst of savory satisfaction, a moment of bliss that lingers on your taste buds. But even indulgence has its limits.
As the pizza slices dwindle and the ice cream follows suit, the novelty wanes, leaving behind a subtle undertone of longing. You try navigating the vast expanse of social media, but it yields little in the way of fulfillment, each swipe a fleeting encounter with curated lives that only serve to amplify the quiet void within.
Your energy reserves are far too depleted to muster the focus required for anything more substantial.
In time, you discover yourself reclined upon the bed’s embrace, solitary in Jimin’s absence, your eyes are gently shut, a willing surrender to the world’s demands, while the low sensual R&B beats of your beloved ‘dirty hoe’ Spotify playlist weave a cocoon around your senses, cradling you in a symphony of horny melodies on an endless loop.
You rub your thighs together and get lost in the bliss of the feeling. You’ve got nothing to do. Might as well do yourself.
Your fingers glaze the top of your panties, digging deeper until you reach the spot just over your clit.
Rubbing circles on your clothed clit, you spread your legs and throw your head back into the bed, already feeling the beginning of an arousal. You can’t help the sweet noises that escape your mouth, as you roll your hips in search of more friction.
You press harder on your clit, imagining it’s Jimin’s hands instead of yours, knowing that he would be able to make you climax in a matter of minutes.
Pinching your clit, you let out a high pitched moan as you feel the knot in your stomach forming.
Images of Jimin flash before your eyes, him kissing you deliciously, fucking you like it was the last time.
Beads of sweat gather along the precipice of your hairline, a glistening testament to the fevered symphony playing out within.
Each breath you draw is a ragged melody, a reminder of the battle your body wages against the searing heat that courses through you. You set a fast pace, rubbing mindlessly, as you pant for air.
Almost there, you can feel it coming.
In frustration, you pinch your clit again and come undone with a scream of Jimin’s name.
Your body thrashes around the bed, as you come down from your climax.
Your thoughts wade through a dizzying haze, an intricate labyrinth where clarity is but a fleeting visitor. Meanwhile, your body becomes a canvas of discomfort, a sticky and clammy landscape painted by the relentless brushstrokes of sweat.
You register an uncomfortable wetness between your legs, and discard your soaked panties to the floor.
Your body remains a furnace, its warmth radiating through every fiber as you continue to draw breath in ragged gasps. Seeking relief, you shift onto your stomach, a desperate attempt to find a position that might offer some respite.
Your hand gropes beneath the pillow, finding the cool touch of your phone. Fingers trembling slightly, you navigate to Instagram in pursuit of distraction, a temporary escape from the confines of your condition.
Yet, the respite is fleeting, evaporating like mist in the face of a relentless sun. Your desires surge once more, a hunger that refuses to be quelled. The allure of the digital world fades in comparison to the voracious craving that commands your attention, rendering your attempts at diversion feeble and futile.
You surrender to the tempest within, rolling onto your back as your hands traverse the landscape of your fevered body, fingers tracing the contours of your clammy skin.
They land on your already pebbled nipples, and you give them a hard tug, moaning and rolling your hips mindlessly.
Jimin's cotton shirt adheres to your skin like a second layer, a tactile reminder of the stickiness that has become an unwelcome companion.
With a sudden resolve, you sit up, a surge of urgency propelling you as you shed the shirt in a swift motion, the fabric slipping away like the bonds of discomfort being cast aside.
In a matter of seconds, your hands return to your breast, cupping them like Jimin usually does.
Your fingers run over your nipples again, and you feel a tingle run down your spine. As you tug and pinch your nipples, you imagine it’s Jimin doing it.
The way he would lick your perked buds, occasionally giving them a light bite has your walls clenching around nothing.
You moan, thinking about the pleasure Jimin usually delivers to you with his plush and wet tongue.
One of your hands leaves your breast to travel down to your throbbing naked pussy.
Spreading your legs, you find your clit and give it a few rubs.
Your fingers glide easily, as your clit is covered in your earlier orgasm. Your fingers travel down to your folds, opening yourself up more.
Sticking one of your fingers into your warm cunt is easy with the insane amount of arousal pooled there.
You groan in pleasure, as you stick another finger into your clenching hole.
Rolling your hips, you begin to fuck yourself as your other hand is pinching and tugging a nipple.
Once more, a hazy fog blankets your thoughts, veiling your mental landscape in a disorienting mist.
In this moment, your deepest wish unfurls - a longing for Jimin’s presence, his soothing touch, the steady rhythm of his breath and the unfaltering warmth of his embrace to tether you amidst the turbulence of your body’s rebellion.
The feeble attempt you make to alleviate your distress pales in comparison to the soothing magic that Jimin's touch possesses. It's a stark reminder of the chasm between your efforts and his unparalleled comfort.
Nonetheless, in this interim of absence, your makeshift remedy will have to suffice, bridging the gap between your yearning for relief and the eventual embrace of his return.
You think about Jimin fucking you with his thick cock, stretching your pussy deliciously.
Hitting your g-spot, and thrusting into you with fervor, while his balls hit your folds. The imagination, a force as potent as it is relentless, takes hold of you with unyielding fervor, reducing the barriers between reality and desire to mere dust.
In its wake, you sense the foundations of your resolve begin to erode, like cliffs succumbing to the relentless assault of waves.
Squelching sounds fill the room, as you finger yourself frantically, searching for another release.
A palpable tension simmers, coiling like a slumbering tempest just beneath the fragile surface of your composure and when the image of Jimin fucking you gets too much, you moan loudly as another orgasm coats your walls.
Your chest rises and falls in desperate rhythms, each breath a struggle as you labor to coax your body into a state of surrender.
A gnawing sense of insufficiency takes root, an undeniable truth that settles like an ache in the core of your being.
Compelled to fill this void, you reach for your laptop, your fingers dancing across the keyboard to unearth a video - a cherished artifact of you and Jimin.
As the footage unfolds before you, you stick your fingers into your already drenched pussy again.
As the symphony of sounds spills forth, a captivating crescendo that weaves through the air, your gaze becomes ensnared by the screen's luminous embrace, you fuck yourself again, while you rub your clit with your other hand.
“Ah, Y/N, you’re so tight! You’re taking me so well.” Jimin's voice pours forth, a mellifluous cascade that saturates the room, its dulcet tones mingling with the very air you breathe, a sweet intoxication that leaves you hovering on the edge of delirium, rolling your eyes while you search for yet another release.
You add another finger into your throbbing pussy as the screen shows Jimin fucking you from behind.
A moan leaves your lips, mixing with squelching sounds from your pussy and the obscene sounds from the laptop.
“This pussy was made for me, ah.” video Jimin says followed with a slap to your ass.
Your pussy clenches around your fingers. Your clit is throbbing with your fast rubbing on it and you insert another finger into your cunt, finally feeling a small stretch.
You feel your orgasm approaching rapidly, with the images of your home made porn playing before your hooded eyes unraveling you.
“Fuck! I’m coming!” and then you’re orgasming to the sound and visual of Jimin releasing inside your warm and spent pussy.
Your body throbs with a weary cadence, each pulse echoing the exhaustion that courses through you, leaving you feeling spent, both physically and emotionally.
The discomfort intensifies, a relentless reminder of your sticky, sweat-slicked state that clings to you like an unwelcome second skin, refusing to relent.
You draw in ragged breaths, your lungs yearning for air as you hastily halt the video's playback, the sudden cessation of sound echoing the turbulence within your chest.
Tired, you envelop yourself in the gentle glow of the screen, as you dive into another episode of your treasured TV series. You lay in your bed, naked, with only the covers draping your legs.
The door’s soft creak heralds Jimin’s return, his presence a soothing balm to the quietude that has wrapped itself around you.
As his eyes fall upon your prone form nestled within the sheets, his gaze deepens with understanding - silent communication that transcends words.
Without a syllable spoken, he knows about your illness.
A gentle smile dances at the corners of his lips, a mixture of concern and affection that paints his features. His voice, warm and tender, breaks the silence, the words like a soft caress against your weary senses.
“How many, baby?”
The question hangs in the air, laden with a delicate balance of worry and steadfast promise that he’s here to shoulder the burden of your discomfort alongside you.
With the mere entrance of Jimin's presence, a subtle electric current courses down the length of your spine, a tingling sensation that dances between the realms of anticipation and recognition, as you rub your thighs together and bite your lip, “Three.”
A gentle chuckle escapes from his plush lips, a melodic sound that unfurls like a whisper of warmth, as he strides toward the bed and eases down beside you, his presence a soothing balm to your discomfort.
“You know it’s a vital part of my self-care ritual whenever fever pays me a visit,” you protest, your lips pursing in a playful pout that hints at a mixture of defiance and endearing vulnerability.
“Yeah, I know about your fever horniness,” his laughter erupts with a resonant force, a vibrant symphony that reverberates through his entire being, yet his approach is marked by a smirk that dances across his lips, an alluring blend of amusement and intention.
“What do you need, baby?”
His finger traces a tantalizing path over the sensitive expanse of your ass and thighs, each touch akin to a lightning bolt of sensation that ignites a perilous shiver, sending a cascade of exhilaration down the length of your spine. In its wake, a fresh wave of desire surges, pooling on your pussy.
A gulp tightens your throat, a visible testament to the sudden intensity of the moment, while your breath catches in your chest, a gasp that hangs in the charged air like an unspoken invitation, “Your dick and your tongue.”
“Hmmm, I don’t know,” a playful smirk graces his lips, a mischievous expression that hints at a secret understanding, as his touch traces a tantalizing path along the contours of your waist as he feels his dick throb with want.
“You started without me,” he utters the words in a mock pout, his tone a blend of teasing and longing, as his fingers dip down to your pussy with deliberate intent, trailing a path that ignites a symphony of sensations.
You raise your hips in search of more of his touch.
“I’m sorry. But I couldn’t wait…” A frustrated whimper escapes your lips, a raw sound that encapsulates the intensity of your desires and the ache for more.
You just want to get off again.
“I know, baby. You probably did so good by yourself, huh?”
His gaze drinks in the contours of your naked form, an appreciative hunger that's palpable, causing goosebumps to rise like a symphony across the landscape of your skin.
“Not as good as when you touch me. I need your touch, Jimin.”
In a voice etched with ragged urgency, you plead, the words a raw testament to the overwhelming desire that courses through you, while your lustful eyes blink rapidly, revealing the depth of your need.
He seizes a generous handful of your ass, an electrifying touch that sends shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through your being. In response, you groan, your very essence melting under the mastery of his hands, reduced to pliable putty that he molds with deliberate expertise.
You open your legs invitingly, showing him your glistening pussy, “Won’t you come taste me?”
A teasing flick of his tongue moistens his lips, a gesture loaded with an unspoken promise, as he inches closer to you, his presence a tantalizing magnetism that sends anticipation crackling through the air.
His form hovers over yours, a suspended moment pregnant with the weight of desire and the thrill of what's to come.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
In a voice dipped in seductive tones, he murmurs the words, a sultry invitation that hangs in the charged space between you, as he positions himself on his knees.
The fabric of his shirt yields to his skilled fingers, sliding off his form in a fluid motion that reveals the sculpted contours of his body, each movement a declaration of intent. His bare chest emerges into view, an arresting sight that captures your gaze and holds it captive, a canvas painted with the contours of his sculpted form.
Your eyes trace the lines of his delicious abs, his ‘Nevermind’ tattoo, a visual feast that leaves you with an insatiable hunger, and your fingers, guided by a magnetic pull, begin to explore his torso with a reverent touch.
He leans in with a calculated grace, his intent clear in the intensity of his gaze, as both of his hands find the curves of your breasts, his palms cupping them with a touch that conveys possession and longing.
A moan of pleasure escapes your lips, a raw sound that encapsulates the exquisite sensation that courses through you, as his hands remain a source of warmth on your fevered form, a stark contrast that heightens the sensory journey.
An involuntary surge of sensation propels your body, causing your back to arch with a fervent response, an unspoken invitation for more of his touch, as he begins to roll your nipples.
He leans his head down, giving a nipple a quick lick before he captures it in his warm mouth. He sucks lightly at first, while he pinches your other nipple.
The melodic cadence of your sounds forms an intoxicating symphony, an improvised composition that resonates in the charged air, while a surge of arousal courses through you, electrifying your senses and heightening the fervor of the moment.
One of Jimin's hands embarks on an exploratory journey down the landscape of your body, a purposeful exploration that leads to your pussy, where his touch transforms into an unyielding grasp, squeezing your clit with a deliberate force that ignites a symphony of pleasure-pain.
You release a crescendo of uninhibited sounds, each one a testament to the exquisite sensitivity that courses through you, a maelstrom of sensations amplified by the presence of your already three orgasms.
His fingers, a skillful symphony of touch, bestow a few tantalizing rubs to your clit, a prelude to the main act that follows.
With deliberate intent, he slides a finger into the depths of your wet pussy, each movement a rapturous dance that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your every nerve ending.
“So wet,” a chuckle, laced with both amusement and desire, escapes his lips, the room now painted with an intimate soundscape as the squelching echoes through the air.
His single finger, a masterful conductor of sensations, explores the depths of your being, each thrust a declaration of intent that creates a symphony of pleasure only the two of you share.
He returns to his skilled ministrations sucking on one of your nipples, a sensation that unfurls like a velvet caress, while his other hand continues its purposeful exploration, working to fuck you open with a deliberate determination that merges pleasure with a heady sense of anticipation.
A surge of urgency courses through you, compelling your hips to roll with a fervent rhythm, an instinctive dance that strives to align with his thrust, seeking a nexus where desire and connection intertwine in a symphony of shared pleasure.
He skillfully introduces a second finger into the equation, his touch an intricate dance that navigates the canvas of your pussy with purposeful intent.
His quest becomes a search for the elusive spot that ignites a cascade of sensations, a treasure trove of pleasure concealed within the intricate pathways of your body.
Your breaths escape in ragged bursts, a symphony of urgency that fills the air, each inhalation a desperate attempt to quench the growing fire within.
As your chest heaves, you huff for air, the oxygen a lifeline that barely keeps pace with the tumultuous pace of your desires, all while a knot of anticipation tightens in the pit of your stomach, a tangible reminder of the impending climax.
A third finger joins the symphony of sensation, a deliberate intrusion that causes your pussy to clench around him, an involuntary reaction that amplifies the intensity of the moment.
The palpable tightness he encounters tells him that you're teetering on the precipice of release, a knowledge that fuels his own desire.
With the dexterity born of desire, his free hand embarks on an exploratory journey, seeking out your other breast with a determined touch.
His fingers dance with a skilled grace, deftly rolling its nipple, each movement a calculated rhythm that weaves an intoxicating tapestry of sensations, a tactile duet that resonates through your being.
“It’s so good, Jimin!” a gasp, unfiltered and primal, escapes your lips, the sound a testament to the exquisite pleasure that courses through you, as you endeavor to arch your back, an instinctual response that seeks to press your body into the electrifying path of his touch.
A low, reverberating hum escapes his lips, a resonant vibration that sends ripples of pleasure through your breast, the intimate connection between his mouth and your body forging a sensory bridge that defies words.
Meanwhile, his fingers continue their masterful dance, striking your elusive spot with a relentless rhythm that sets your senses ablaze with each deliberate touch.
You feel it coursing through your body like a surge of electric intensity, each nerve ending awakening in a symphony of sensation.
Your toes curl involuntarily, a physical manifestation of the overwhelming pleasure that radiates from within.
Your hands seize Jimin's hips with a fervent grip, an anchor in the tempest of ecstasy as you succumb to the cascade of release, a moan escaping your lips like a melody, a reverberating chord that sounds eerily like his name.
You pant, your breath a delirious cadence that echoes the crescendo of sensations that have washed over you.
Your body basks in the radiant afterglow of a fourth orgasm, a testament to the heights of pleasure scaled throughout the day, each peak and valley etched into your memory like an intricate map of desire.
Jimin's gaze rests upon you, his eyes hooded with a potent blend of desire and satisfaction, a witness to the tableau of your body's unraveling beneath the skilled ministrations of his hands and mouth.
In this intimate exchange, unspoken understanding flows between you, a language woven from shared pleasure and the unbreakable bond you share.
The depth of his affection knows no bounds, a love that transcends the ordinary and propels him to the edges of devotion. For you, he's willing to traverse any distance, cross any threshold, and brave any challenge.
His heart beats in harmony with yours, a melody of adoration that echoes through the moments you share, an unwavering testament to the lengths he'll go to ensure your happiness and well-being.
He rises onto his knees with an irresistible allure, shedding the confines of his pants and boxers in a fluid motion that unveils his already hardened dick.
The air seems to crackle with anticipation, the atmosphere thickening as his form becomes a portrait of primal need and unabashed vulnerability.
Your tongue darts out, an instinctual gesture that moistens your lips in a silent anticipation that hangs in the charged space between you, a silent agreement forged by desire.
“Gawd. It’s so beautiful.”
You say, the words a sultry whisper that hangs in the air like a secret promise, a declaration of intent that sets the stage for what's to come.
Your hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around his cock with a teasing touch, each stroke a deliberate dance that fuels the fire of desire between you.
Jimin's chuckle, a featherlight sound that dances through the charged atmosphere, becomes an auditory caress that sends shivers down your spine.
His form hovers over you, a poised predator basking in the thrill of the chase, the air practically crackling with the intensity of his presence.
"What do you crave now, baby?" he murmurs in a voice saturated with a potent blend of desire and longing, a low timbre that wraps around the words like a silken caress, igniting a spark of anticipation in the air.
“I want to be ravished,” your hips engage in a rhythmic dance, a deliberate movement that aligns with the symphony of sensations cascading through you, while the telltale sensation of sweat prickling down your forehead adds a tactile layer to the sensory landscape, a physical manifestation of the fevered desire coursing through your veins.
“I want to cream your dick,” you breathe, the exhalation a fragile bridge between reality and reverie, as the haze of desire blankets your thoughts in a seductive shroud.
In response, a hiss escapes Jimin's lips, a sound that teeters on the edge of restraint, a symphony of shared yearning that hangs heavy in the charged air.
“I want you to come in my pussy.” You tease, the words a playful invitation that resonates with the promise of shared pleasure, your voice a delicate melody that dances through the charged atmosphere.
Your hands find purchase on his thighs, fingers squeezing with an artful pressure that ignites a symphony of sensation, a tactile duet that harmonizes with the unspoken desires that course between you.
Jimin's hiss echoes once more, a sound that reverberates like a whispered plea amidst the charged tension, as if his very being is ensnared within a cloud of desire and longing.
His dick, a pulsating ache that demands attention, throbs with an insistent rhythm, a relentless reminder of the friction and release that his body craves, a symphony of need that courses through his veins.
With a firm resolve that belies the intensity of his desire, he seizes his dick in a purposeful grip, aligning it with your pussy.
The air seems to hold its breath, a suspended moment pregnant with anticipation, the magnetic pull between your bodies poised to culminate in an explosion of shared ecstasy.
Before he gives in to the tempest of desire that surges between you, a primal force that demands satisfaction, he seizes a pillow with a thoughtfulness that speaks volumes.
With a gentle nudge, he situates it beneath your head, a gesture that adds a layer of comfort to the impending intimacy, a reminder that amidst the flames of passion, he's attuned to your every need.
Then, in a languid dance that seems to stretch time itself, he eases into you with a deliberate slowness, his cock head parting your folds in a teasing, torturous symphony of sensation. The exquisite friction becomes a dance of pleasure and anticipation, a measured cadence that ignites every nerve ending along the way, as he navigates the delicate balance between fervor and restraint.
His dick glides into you effortlessly, aided by the slickness that envelops him, a liquid promise of pleasure that makes every inch of his entry a journey of shared ecstasy.
As he becomes one with you, your walls embrace him with a tantalizing grip, a response that reflects the profound connection between your bodies, a fusion of desire and intimacy that transcends mere physicality.
“Ah, you’re still so tight,”
He releases a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, a sound that escapes in a mixture of relief and surrender, as he reaches the depths of your being, a tangible joining that renders him fully immersed in the euphoria of the moment.
You savor the overwhelming fullness that finally envelops you, a sensation that satiates the craving that has persisted throughout the day.
It's the culmination of a desire that's been building, being filled to the brim with the thickness of Jimin's dick, a union that ignites a shiver coursing down your spine, electrifying every nerve ending. As the moment unfolds, he initiates a slow retreat, a movement that draws you both through a symphony of sensations, a dance that echoes the intimacy of your connection.
He surges forward once more, a determined movement that drives him to the very hilt, his relentless desire mirrored in each of his swift thrusts.
With a masterful touch, he discovers your hidden spot in mere moments, a revelation that sends shockwaves of pleasure through you, the intensity of the sensation causing your vision to blur as the world momentarily fades, overtaken by the overwhelming cascade of ecstasy.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he pants, the rhythm of his breath a synchrony with the fervent pace at which he fucks you, his grip on your hips an anchor that thethers you to the reality of the moment.
His dick plunges into you with an unyielding force, a declaration of possession that melds raw passion with an unspoken promise of unity.
He artfully guides one of your legs up, positioning it against his torso in a deliberate display of intimacy, your foot finding purchase against his neck in a sensual image.
With this angle, he plunges into you with a newfound depth, each thrust a revelation of pleasure that leaves you breathless, the arrangement of your bodies a testament to the choreography of desire that unfolds between you.
“Ah! Jimin!” you release a breathless moan, a symphony of pleasure and vulnerability that dances on the edge of bliss, a melody woven from the rawest depths of your desire.
“I’m so fucking close,” you pant with each measured breath, caught in the intoxicating rhythm of his thrusts, a symphony of desire that leaves you gasping for air between each electrifying connection.
One of his hands embarks on a deliberate exploration, seeking out your swollen clit with an intent that radiates through his touch. The glide of his thumb becomes a source of intoxicating sensation, igniting a cascade of pleasure that courses through your body.
“Ah!” a breathless cry escapes your lips, the sound a mixture of surprise and ecstasy as the sensations wash over you, while your body responds with an instinctual arch, a graceful curve that seeks to amplify the pleasure within the constraints of the position.
“Fuck!” the word bursts forth, nearly a scream but instead a fervent exclamation, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you.
Simultaneously, Jimin's fingers continue their skilled dance, maintaining a tantalizing rhythm on your clit, while his dick delivers deep and forceful thrusts that threaten to unravel your senses entirely.
With a primal scream that carries his name on its wings, your release squirts forth in a torrent, an explosion of sensation that engulfs his dick and fingers.
The world around you dissolves into a white-hot haze, your vision momentarily obliterated by the intensity of the moment, as you pant in a frantic rhythm, each breath a lifeline that stitches you back to the reality of the room.
The culmination of pleasure leaves you suspended in a euphoric liminality, every nerve ending aflame with the afterglow of ecstasy.
“Fuck!” Jimin's hiss reverberates in the charged air, a testament to the exquisite sensation that courses through him as your walls clamp around him, an embrace so tight that it borders on suffocating intensity.
As the waves of your orgasm surge through you, a tempest of sensation that engulfs your being, his thrusts mirror the tumultuous rhythm of your release.
Each movement becomes a study in controlled chaos, his own desire reaching a crescendo as he hurtles towards his own climax.
“Ah! I’m coming, babe!” he pants with a rhythm that mirrors the frenzy of his desire, each breath a tangible testament to the passion that courses through him.
With a final, hard thrust, he stills within you, his essence flooding your depths in a torrent of warm cum that paints your walls with an intimate declaration of shared intimacy.
He surges forward, a final thrust that extends the boundaries of pleasure, his movements a testament to his need to savor every last fragment of the climax he rides out.
The rhythm becomes a reflection of his own ecstasy, each thrust a stroke of intimacy that weaves a tapestry of shared release between your bodies, a culmination that leaves you both suspended in the aftermath of pleasure.
Despite the sheen of sweat that adorns your skin and the fever that courses through your veins, an urgent need propels you to draw him close, your arms enveloping his form in an embrace that defies the constraints of physical discomfort.
Your body radiates heat, a testament to the fever's grip, yet the desire to feel his heartbeat against your own is a force that eclipses all else.
“It’s hardly fair,” you remark with a playful huff, a mixture of exasperation and laughter tingling your words, “that you’re not even breaking a sweat.”
The words carry a lightness that dances amidst the weight of your fevered state, the exchange a testament to the shared intimacy that allows for such candid moments even in the midst of vulnerability.
“I guess I’ve got better stamina, sweetheart,” he chuckles, the sound a gentle ripple that lingers in the air, even as his dick goes soft within the warmth of your pussy.
With a tenderness that belies the intensity that has passed between you, he seals the moment with a sweet kiss pressed to your lips, a lingering connection that speaks of the intimacy shared and the unbreakable bond that defines your connection.
A blend of his cum and your own arousal trickles from your heated core, a physical reminder of the fervent exchange that has unfolded between you.
He withdraws from you completely, a deliberate movement that creates a sudden void, a palpable absence that contrasts with the intensity of moments prior.
Slumping down beside you, his breaths come in ragged pants, each exhalation a testament to the exertion of shared pleasure.
The space between your bodies becomes a canvas that captures the echoes of your intimate dance, an image of vulnerability and release that lingers in the air like a whisper.
A sense of emptiness washes over you, an aftermath of the profound connection that has left a void in its wake. Your lips form a subtle pout, a silent plea that rests in the curve of your expression, a wordless request for the closeness and intimacy that you yearn to preserve.
“Oh, I know that look,” he chuckles softly, the sound a warm caress that mingles with the air, as his hand sweeps through his blond hair.
The knowing amusement in his eyes speaks of an unspoken understanding between you, a connection forged through countless shared moments, a familiarity that transcends words.
Beside him, you shift restlessly, a subtle squirm that speaks volumes about the growing hunger within you.
Your thighs press together with a desperate urgency, a physical manifestation of the insatiable desire that has rekindled within your core.
The air seems to crackle with anticipation, the atmosphere electrified by the magnetic pull between your bodies, a force that threatens to engulf you both once again in the flames of shared longing.
“Just give me an hour or two, then we can go again,” he chuckles softly, the sound a tender reassurance that carries within it a promise of more to come.
His lips nuzzle against the delicate curve of your neck, a gesture that's both affectionate and possessive, the fervor of his kisses an echo of the passion that simmers between you. The intensity of his touch leaves a mark, a phantom sensation that lingers even after his lips have moved away, a tangible reminder of the connection that binds you together.
Author’s note: I get incredibly horny when I have a fever, so this idea popped into my head 😇 My husband calls it “fever horny” 🤣 I’m so sorry, am I the only who’s like this? 🫢
#bts smut#bts x reader#jimin x reader#pjm x reader#jimin fic#reader: female#au: established relationship#vibe: smutty#vibe: cute
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Tagged by @aspecbuddie @diazsdimples @evanbegins @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @kitteneddiediaz
I have no idea if I’ll be able to finish this fic but i had a brainworm based on a few of the bts images getting released for s7. Loosely naming this the Co-Captains fic, where when Bobby and Hen are both out of commission for a few weeks, Eddie is given a temporary promotion to Interim Captain. He doesn’t do amazing- until Buck steps in to help out.
All this to say, when Hen gets a little chewed on from a sick dog and has to take two weeks off to heal her bite wounds while Bobby’s still recovering from his cruise disaster, Eddie’s not expecting to get a call from Chief Williams declaring him to be Interim Captain of the 118 until Hen or Bobby comes back.
“Not that I’m not flattered,” Eddie says, even as his back tenses into an instinctual parade rest, “but why me? Chimney and Buck- I mean, Han and Buckley have both been firefighters with the 118 longer than I have.”
“Well,” Chief Williams says. “There’s a note in Firefighter Han’s file that says ‘Not to be considered for interim captain position unless no other firefighter is qualified’, and you frankly have more leadership experience with your military background than Firefighter Buckley.”
Military background. Right. Eddie had managed to make it to the rank of Staff Sergeant before being honorably discharged from the army. But Eddie is pretty sure running the firehouse with military precision half remembered from a decade ago won’t go over very well.
Eddie sighs. “Are you sure you don’t want to consider Buck…ley for the position before me? I’m sure he’d do a great job, even without ‘military experience’.”
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*While I understand that SOHAE uses T*ylor Sw*ft's music I do not want to discuss her, the metatext around her, and her personal life on this blog* I appreciate the effort to separate her music within SOHAE from her personal life and from making 1:1 comparisons to her career trajectory. Thank you!
please note: the characters in SOHAE are based on my interpretation of the book descriptions. the initial art for SOHAE was started prior to casting announcements and when Walker was casted the decision was made to ignore the tv cast regardless of who was chosen due to the young age of the actors and the fact that SOHAE skews mature in content. its my personal belief that there can be multiple equally canon versions of the same character especially as adaptions come out and i do not tolerate anyone who dismisses the casting or describes book versions as the “true” version, these comments will be removed immediately and the people will be blocked from all blogs. i will continue to use whichever version of my designs for the character works best for the work.
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Name: Acorns For Your Heart
Ship: VSope (Taehyung/Yoongi/Hoseok - BTS
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Wordcount: currently at 35,182 with 5 chapters (has 21 chapters + 1 epilogue. More than 180k words total)
Type: Long fic (finished but chapters being posted weekly on Fridays)
Tags: fluff, angst, smut, alternate universe, soulmates, magic, fantasy, magical realism, soulmarks, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, angst with a happy ending, lack of communication, polyamory, polyamory negotiations, self-discovery, self-worth issues, self-hatred, falling in love, denial of feelings, feelings realization, healing, bonding, literal sleeping together, cuddling, trauma, loss, physical disability, grief/mourning, unhealthy coping mechanisms, slow burn (HELLA slow), self-acceptance, growth, idiots in love, not actually unrequired love, love confessions, magic shop owner Yoongi, witch Yoongi, squirrel hybrid Hoseok, vampire Taehyung, eventual smut (other tags to be added)
Summary:
In a world where tattoos appear on people's bodies when they fall in love with their designated person, Hoseok, a squirrel hybrid, and Taehyung, a vampire, turn out to be soulmates. Despite only meeting recently and not being in love yet, they both get their soulmark only a week after meeting.
It’s something that Yoongi, Hoseok's witchy best friend, can't seem to accept.
Especially since Yoongi has had a soulmark on his body for Hoseok for years, with no sign of the hybrid reciprocating it.
[As mentioned, pre-written fic with 21+1 chapters that updates every Fridays! Pls read the notes for potential triggers or sensitive subjects that will be mentioned in the fic]
[Incredible art by this artist on twitter that I commissioned for this fic! Please check them and this fic out :D!]
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I have no idea what’s going on about the Peter fics or whatever- I’ve been reading your fics for maybe a year now? I think your really talented and smart and all of that! I’ve been reading your aus like BT and I’m only confused!
Really love your work and I understand reasoning to get money for the stuff you work hard on or taking breaks, I just have a question and I hope I don’t come off rude or confusing in the process 😭
From what I’ve seen with questions and your posts, Do you plan on making money from your new fics or is it just different ones? 🤍
No I only charge for the fics I've written about a specific irl person and commissions of course when they're open. I don't charge for my regular schmegular fics
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