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😍🕯🎉 with lloyd hansen 🫣
happy 500 followers, jammy! (it's me, petalj, from my main blog hehe) you deserve each one and more 🥰
Hi bestie<3 (yes I followed you right after I saw this request but it still took me forever to write....
okay so for 🕯 I present to you this small drabble:
Take Care
Lloyd Hansen x You
Warning: None?
Summary: He's going to take care of you.
You look like as if you were about to faint any second now.
Which, to Lloyd's surprise, stirs the few drops of sympathy - if he still has it - at the bottom of his long-forgotten conscience.
He doesn't blame you, of course, since this funeral is lasting way too long for his liking as the priest drones on about good people going to heaven and blah blah blah. As you wipe your tears away with a handkerchief.
It's your grandfather's funeral, after all.
Lloyd bounces his foot on the marble floor.
He is not sitting among the common folks. Hell no.
He reserved himself a seat on the second floor, a perfect spot to place a sniper rifle - which he did, by the way, in case anyone dares to disturb the peace of this boring-ass funeral, but also to watch and observe.
If it weren't for this old man saving his ass a couple of years back in Nigeria, he wouldn't even bother.
Yet, he's here anyway. Fulfilling his promise to "take care" of your grandfather's family after his death.
Lloyd pops a bubble gum into his mouth, blowing a pink bubble when the priest asks you on stage, to deliver a few words before the casket is buried.
This is going to be fun. Lloyd thinks to himself, snapping a picture of you with his phone, and sending it to his investigator.
Now, should he tie you up with a red ribbon or a black one?
You murmur "thanks" to the last guest at the door. It's been a long day and you should probably head to your family house for the small gathering and receive another round of "I'm sorry for your loss".
But you want to spend some time alone, with your grandfather's body. For this could very well be the last time you could see his face.
As you close the door with a heavy thud, someone clears his throat behind your back.
It seems you have one last guest left.
"Thank you for attending the funeral, the gathering is at our family house on Blackcast Road in about half an hour." You manage a small smile, "Mister...?"
"Hansen." The moustache man in a black turtleneck replies, "Your granps is a nice guy."
"Thank you, Mr. Hansen." You shake his hand. Boy, he has a strong grip.
"No need." The smile on his face seems inappropriate for a funeral - or someone who has come to say goodbye. Lloyd widens his grin, "I'll see ya' later, sweet cheeks."
Red ribbons would look amazing on you.
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[materializes in ur inbox] perhaps. by and a kitty. or cooper and a kitty.
I saw this and knew it had to be an orange cat
"Cooper."
"Mrphrm?"
"I am detecting a life form outside your quarters."
"Mmkay, thanks."
He's halfway back to sleep when BT speaks again.
"It is not leaving."
Jack groans and rolls over, squnting at the clock. Just past two in the morning. Of course it is.
He shuffles his way to the door, sees no one, and is about to ask BT if he's sure, when a scratchy wail scares the everloving shit out of him.
Good thing there's nobody around to hear his yelp.
"Cooper!"
Right, except his Titan.
"Everything's fine, BT. I've just got a little visitor. C'mere, little guy."
The kitten stumbles toward him, more than walking, and he picks it up with both hands, hoping it doesn't have fleas. He's never going to hear the end of it, if it does.
But he's not thinking about any of that right now, because the little thing is adorable - aww, look at those ear tufts - and also totally alone. How did it even get here? The base has security systems, but none of them are calibrated for cats, especially little ones.
"Hey, BT. What do you think about a pet?"
"Unclear. Further information required."
Jack chuckles. Yeah, that sounds about right. He leaves the door open behind him, turning on the lamp on his bedside table. Gotta find his shoes somewhere, and his jacket, and probably his ID, too, so he can get back into his own room later. He's gotten locked out twice already and that has been more than enough.
The cafeteria is silent besides the quiet thrum of the refrigerated cases. All the chairs are stacked up on the tables, and the overhead lights are off, leaving just the reserve lights around the baseboard.
Now he just has to figure out what's here that he can feed a kitten.
"What do you think?" he asks, looking down at the kitten curled up in his jacket, against his chest.
It starts chewing on his thumb. Yeah. That's about all he expected.
When he hears footsteps, his head pops up, and he wishes there were more lights on, because the light from inside the fridge has kind of ruined his night vision.
"Cooper?"
Oh, Briggs. Maybe she'll have an idea on what to do next. She flicks the lights on, too, which is a help.
He opens his mouth.
"MRAOW!"
The look on Briggs' face is indescribable, and that's not a word he uses every day.
He sidesteps and closes the fridge door, so she can see the kitten.
"Would you believe me if I said 'he did it'?" he asks, trying for a charming grin.
"Where did you get a cat?"
"I dunno. BT woke me up saying there was a life form outside my door that wasn't going away, and I found this guy."
"Cooper, Commander Briggs is approaching your position."
He bites back a sigh and tilts his head back, staring at a weird spot on the ceiling for a few seconds. "Thanks, BT."
"There's cat food in the commissary," Briggs says.
"Oh. Thanks. Anything I can help you with?"
She gives him a Look, and he nods, knowing full well what that means.
"Good luck," she says, opening one of the cabinets and taking down a silver canister.
"Yeah, you too." He yawns, and then he's off to the commissary. Good thing it's a 24/7 kind of place, because he really wouldn't want to have to wake someone up to get in there.
The guy at the register abandons it the second he sees the kitten, somehow cooing and complimenting his way into holding the base's latest addition. He also leads the way to the cat food section. It's only two kinds of food, but that's more than Jack expected. Neither is for kittens, though.
A quick internet search proves that this food is fine for kittens, too, at least temporarily, and Register Guy promises to get some kitten food shipped in as soon as possible.
Jack really should learn his name, but it is two in the morning, so he just yawns again and says thanks and goes to find BT.
"Cooper. You are holding a small animal."
"Yep."
"Do you intend to embark with the small animal?"
"Mhm."
There's cafeteria-level silence after that for a few long seconds.
"Or..." Jack draws out, trying to think of an alternative. He's got nothing.
BT still doesn't say anything, but he holds his hand out as the cockpit doors open, so Jack takes that as a good sign. He's settled in his seat a few seconds later, squirming around a little to get as comfortable as he can. These things aren't really meant to be beds, but he's slept here often enough.
"Beginning information gathering. Life form class: pet. Designation: unknown."
"His designation could be Designation," Jack suggests.
"Incoherent speech patterns. Recommend additional four to six hours of sleep."
"We could name him Designation," he clarifies. "Des for short."
"Life form class: pet. Designation: Designation."
Okay, when he hears it like that, Jack laughs.
Des crawls out of his jacket, trying to explore, but Jack catches him before he goes too far. The cockpit doesn't have any loose wires, but still, he doesn't want the little guy to get into something he shouldn't. Apparently it's all right to have cats, based on the commissary stock, so now he just has to figure out how to make it official.
Once Des realises he's not going to be allowed to explore, he settles for curling up against Jack's neck, purring up a storm, his front paws kneading at the collar of the jacket.
"The purpose of the small animal's presence is unclear," BT says.
Aw, and he was almost asleep, too.
"Y'mean having a pet? They're cute. Make you happy. Chew on your furniture sometimes, I hear."
"That does not seem beneficial."
"Eh, they make trouble, sure, but it all balances out. I mean, just look at how fluffy he is."
"I will update my internal records to reflect your appreciation for fluffy small animals."
"Aw, thanks, BT."
There's silence for another few minutes, but Jack can hear the tick-kick-tick from the back that sometimes accompanies BT's 'thinking'.
"Life form class: pet, has been accepted as beneficial to pilot. Pet designation: Des, has been accepted as beneficial to pilot."
"You're real sweet," Jack mumbles, and it's not long after that, that Des' purring lures him back to sleep.
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Heyyyy
I saw that you were doing matchups, so here I am!!! (I'm vv fond of matchups!)
Anime: Bungou Stray Dogs
pronouns: they/she
MBTI: ISTP
sexuality: bisexual
appearance: 5'3 (162 cm), chubby, silky black short hair that doesn't even reach the shoulders, dark eyes
personality: I'm a super-sensitive person, and get hurt by others' words easily. I also get irritated and angry at the slightest things and am not afraid to show it. I'm the kind of person who finds it hard to say no to others' requests. I am an introvert in general, but I love spending time with those I trust. It takes me time to trust people because I've been betrayed by friends multiple times. I enjoy staying up late at night doing what makes me happy.
likes: the color black, dogs
love language: physical touch, quality time
random facts: I'm a brown belt in Karate (the second belt after mine is black, the kinda highest level), I enjoy swimming, and I absolutely love singing. My favorite music genres include pop and pop-punk.
thanks for hosting this <333
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Format: Headcanons
Warnings: None
Word Count: 0.4K
A/n: tysm KitKat :) Btw guys my inbox is filled and I might not be able to do all of them for a while so be patient please? :>💕
I match you with...
Chuuya Nakahara!
I think that if you're a sensitive person, Chuuya is a good option cause he will absolutely treat his s/o like a queen and I know that you like him so yay! XD
He is also fond of dogs! Those cute fluffy creature bring out the sensitive little boy out of him! Tbh I've always wanted to watch the movie "Hachy: a dog's tale" with him cause I know that by the end of that movie we'll both be crying and sobbing (definitely recommend it, you should watch if you like crying over movies like I do lol)
He finds it very badass that you know karate, I mean he's a huge fan of fighting and he would find it so attractive if your train in front of him, specially if you're wearing your belt. He might even try to compete with you at some point and maybe he'll let you win to see that smile he adores on your face.
Chuuya is a very protective guy. He will not give into people easily so if he is in a relationship with you, be certain that you are truely especial to him. With that being said, Chuuya will not let anyone lay a finger on his most precious, so if anyone dares to upset you or offend you, theyre absolutely done for.
When he finds out about your disability to say no to others, he's a bit irritated cause he hates to see you uncomfortable, so he will help you work on that.
Chuuya would love to stay up with you because just like you he loves to be doing what he likes with people he loves, all you have to do is not letting him drink any wine cause this guy has a low alcohol tolerance and will pass out after a few glasses of wine lol.
May I suggest you to braid his hair before going to bed? I mean he might not even show it but he adores the sensation of you hands on his hair and how your eyebrows knot together in concentration. It just makes him feel so relaxed that he might fall sleep under your touch and I promise you that is the most adorable sight you'll ever see in your life :)
Thanks for participating baby!
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Could you write a fan fic in which Deeks is forced to incapacitate Kensi during a case in order to save her life, and how guilty he feels after? I got the idea after rewatching last season's NCIS episode "Head of the Snake."
A/N: I am so sorry to the individual who sent this prompt on. It has been languishing in my inbox for so long.
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The Least Damage
“How’s she doing?” Deeks asked, propelling himself off the hospital wall the second he saw Callen come out of Kensi’s room. He’d been skulking in the hallway ever since he got back from giving Sam his statement, dying for any piece of truth.
Callen started ever so slightly at Deeks’ sharp inquiry, but otherwise didn’t seem that surprised to see him there.
“You can ask her yourself,” he responded. “They’re supposed to release her soon.” He paused as Deeks nodded, not meeting his gaze, unable to. “Is there a reason why you don’t want to talk to Kensi?”
Deeks would have laughed if he didn’t feel so sick and genuinely awful inside.
“I don’t think that’s a great idea.”
“Why? If this is about—”
“Yes, this is about me hurting her,” Deeks interrupted. It made him want to hit something just thinking about it. Instead, he held himself as straight as he could, his posture, tight, brittle, ready to crack at any second with the wrong word.
“Deeks, I know you’re upset, and things didn’t go the way we planned—”
“Go the way we planned?” Deeks stared at Callen in disbelief. Everything had gone wrong. “Callen, I hit her, tackled her to the ground, I strangled her until she passed out.” He choked on the last word and dipped his head. Eyes focused on the scratched gray and white linoleum, his voice was softer when he spoke again. “I’m her husband and partner. I’m supposed to protect her and I didn’t do that today.”
Callen stayed quiet for several seconds, long enough that Deeks decided he’d won the argument.
“Either way, you need to talk to Kensi,” he said finally. He started to say something, stopped, and then started again. “She was asking for you.”
“I don’t think I can—”
“Like you said, she’s your wife and partner, Deeks,” Callen reminded him, throwing his own words back in his face. “You owe her that.”
Deeks flinched; Callen might as well have called him a coward. He was right though. Kensi deserved the chance to see him, to tell him whatever she was failing regardless of his own guilt and fear. His shoulders caved, and he nodded, crossing the short distance to Kensi’s room.
“It’ll be ok,” Callen promised.
Deeks rapped on the door a couple times before opening it slowly. Kensi in the center of the hospital bed with her left cheek pillowed on her raised knees. She startled as he came in, head popping up, and a look of fear crossing her face for a brief second.
“Deeks,” she whispered hoarsely.
All he saw was the long cut bisecting the right side of her face, a deep, darker abrasion along her hairline. The ring of bruises around her throat.
Deeks gasped, flashing back to just a few hours ago. In a dark warehouse, surrounded by armed men who suddenly decided Kensi was a lability and turned their weapons on her. She’d caught his eyes, sending him a wordless message, and in desperation, Deeks acted.
He’d charged, engaging in combat with a level of aggression he never used with Kensi. Kensi fought back just as hard for the first few blows, then let him get a few good hits in. Let him overpower her and wrap his hands around her throat. Let him squeeze until she wheezed, panic entered her eyes, and eventually she’d lost consciousness.
His heart had thundered the entire time with fear as she dropped limply to the ground, bleeding.
“Deeks?” This time he was the one to jerk, taking an entire step back as he came to the present, faced with Kensi staring at him, disquiet in her eyes.
“Hey. How—how are you?” he asked, eyes darting over the IV inserted in her right hand and the brace on her other hand. He hadn’t even realized he hurt her wrist.
“Ok.” It came out nearly soundless and she winced, clearing her throat. “Just a few cuts. I told the doctor I was fine, but he insisted on keeping me for a couple of hours and a round of antibiotics,” she finished, shrugging it off like the list of injuries she’d just rattled off, the ones she hadn’t, were commonplace.
“Is there anything I can get you? You’re probably hungry,” Deeks rambled, needing to fill the silence.
“I’m not hungry. But you could warm me up,” Kensi said, holding out her arms. “It’s freezing in here.” Somehow she managed to fill the words with innuendo despite her hoarse voice.
“I’ll go get your bag.”
“No, I just want you to hold me.”
“That’s not a good idea,” Deeks told her, feeling slightly nauseous at the thought of touching Kensi right now with her injuries still fresh. He swallowed it down, grabbing at a handful of hair. “I hurt you and I can’t—god, I’m so sorry, Kensi.”
“Deeks, Jackson was going to kill me if you didn’t step in,” she said, sounding confused.
“But I should have figured something else out. I didn’t have to be so rough.”
“It had to be believable,” Kensi whispered. She held out her arms again, then made a frustrated noise when Deeks didn’t move closer, and unceremoniously yanked the IV needle out of her hand.
“Kensi!” She ignored his protest, sliding out of bed. He rushed over just in time to catch her as one of her legs buckled. “Kensi, get back in bed.”
“Not until you quit believing this is your fault.” She wrapped her arms firmly around his waist, linking her hands behind his back so her head rested on his chest. Deeks shuddered at her closeness, cherishing the feeling even as he told himself he shouldn’t be allowed this comfort. “Because I don’t blame you, Deeks,” she continued. “I trusted you to keep me safe and you did.”
“I promised myself I would never hurt you,” Deeks breathed. Kensi curled the fingers of her good hand in his hair and gently tugged until he was forced to meet her gaze.
“Deeks, listen to me. You didn’t choose to hurt me. I trust, I love you, and what happened today hasn’t changed either of those things at all.” She paused, shifting to cup his jaw. “And even though I don’t blame you at all, I forgive you.”
Deeks squeezed his eyes shut as tears filled his eyes and Kensi kissed the corner of his mouth. Something broke in him at that and he clasped her to him, burying his head in her shoulder as they clung to each other.
“I love you,” he managed, between sobs. Kensi made a hoarse sound, kissing him fiercely, and he felt her damp cheeks on his. Holding her as tightly as he could, Deeks promised himself he would do everything in his power to never let anything like this happen again.
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A/N: Again, many apologies for not getting to this earlier.
Thanks for the prompt!
#ncis la fanfiction#densi#marty deeks#kensi blye#Kensi whump#angst#anonymous prompt#ejzah fanfiction
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Old Friend - Part 2
Series Masterlist
Type: Series
Pairing/s: Jinx x Female!OC
Summary: When Jinx runs into a ghost from her past, despite the chaotic events already at play in her life she gets drawn in.
Warnings: Will feature mature content: Gore, violence, sexual themes, etc.
{Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except those marked as OC, I hold no rights over anything from the Arcane/LoL Universe. Otherwise, all content is my own and any similarity to real people, events, or any other fiction is unintentional. Please inbox me if you believe anything within my work violates this disclaimer.}
"Powder? Powder! Little Man told me-" Arika burst through the door as the bag fell from Powder's hands, sending small blue crystals bouncing across the floorboards. They skittered and sparked flecks of blue into the air.
"I can help them." The small blue-haired girl looked up at her friend as she stepped through the doorway.
"Pow Pow, what's going on? Little man told me someone took Vander. Where is everyone?" Arika rushed over to pull Powder into a hug. It was obvious the girl had been crying, her eyes red and raw, the residue of snot still trailing from her nose.
"They left me." She sniffled into Arika's shoulder, clutching the girl tightly to her. "But I can help them. Violet told me to stay here, but I can help. I know I can."
"Okay." Arika nodded, pulling away. "Tell me what to do. Let's help them."
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"I'll wait for you all in the sewers once the bombs go off." Arika pulled Powder in for another hug. "We're going to help them."
Powder nodded, her body trembling lightly before she stepped away.
"And you'll be there to fix our cuts and bruises?"
"Like always." Arika promised before turning and running off to the closest sewer hatch. There, in a tunnel directly under the abandoned cannery she waited., watching the muck of the Lanes pass by until the first bang went off.
It was powerful, shaking the foundations of the building above and resonating through the tunnel. Arika smiled, Powder's bombs had worked. Then there was another, and another so loud Arika doubled over covering her ears and somewhere above her the ceiling began to cave in. Orange and blue light fighting for dominance as she looked up through the hole, unaware that there was one more bomb yet to go off. In the moment of silence, she heard the sound of cymbals coming from behind her. It was another of the bombs she had helped to make not half an hour before. It had frozen before its final clap, and Arika couldn't move. Rooted to the spot in fear. Fear that if she disturbed the air even in the slightest, it would set off the monkey. So she waited, mere seconds felt like minutes as she tried to pull herself away, to run.
The monkey seemed to grin a little wider before it finally blew, the blue crystal crushed between its prongs. Arika saw the air dusted blue and she was thrown backwards, felt it sizzle and pop against her skin and tingle down her spine. The air shifted again and she was caught mid-flight, suspended as the blue seemed to coagulate and swirl around her before pouring through her body. A high-pitched scream crackled from her mouth, like a kettle boiling and she felt her body ripped apart. The blue sparks sliced their way back out of her and fizzled out in the air.
She lay there in a puddle of blood, gurgling and twitching, tears pouring uncontrollably from her eyes. She was dying, she could feel it. With every drop of blood, her life was being pulled from her. She stared up through the hole in the ceiling, watching the lights flicker, flames licking the walls sending almost unbearable heat into the stinking sewer.
Powder was up there. Violet, Vander, Clagger and Milo. They were all up there, depending on her to be there for them. To help them. Yet here she was, bleeding out beneath their feet. Were they even still alive? They had to be, and they would need Arika's help when they made it out. Who else would sit and stitch them up? Force them to rest? Strap up their injured muscles? Sanitise their wounds?
The pool of blood changed its flow. It was hard to notice at first, the blood looked like it was stagnating more than flowing back. Slowly, Arika's vision brightened, and she could feel her hands again. Feel breath pulling into her lungs, her heart speeding up. She could feel the pain, but that hardly seemed to matter in comparison. She rolled her head to the side and watched as the blood was pulled back into her body, her wounds stitching themselves into neat silver-white lines.
She was stuck there for hours - still unable to move but regaining feeling and strength - until she was able to drag herself up from the floor and stare up at the slowly dying flames. Using the rubble she made her way up, the destruction was immense. Bodies had been burnt to a crisp, unrecognisable, and Arika counted too many. She ran around the compound over and over again, but no one was there.
No one had met her in the sewers either. It had been too long. They were all gone. She ran back to the Lanes. No one was there. They were all gone.
Arika ran back to her home and packed a bag. There was nothing here for her now. She grabbed the tin can from under her bed, all the money she had collected from her shifts at the good doctors. She didn't know how far it would take her, but she couldn't be here anymore. Not without them.
Thanks for visiting, see you again soon...
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the my tears your comfort was asfjkuffdfhkf immaculate i loved it so much you did great it freaking healed my heart because coincidentally i was rereading the your words my hurt just before i refreshed the tag page and low and behind saw that you’d posted the second edition. i was ecstatic and clicked on it immediately. how are you btw? are you feeling better? how’s life? anyways I hope you have a great day!! *sends many virtual hugs*
- ✨ anon
✨ anon !! Hi!! I was kinda expecting you to pop by my inbox and omg! You're re-reading my works?! I- *speechless* (╥﹏╥)
ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔσ”
I'm glad it turned out good! I was facing a writer's block with the first edition ngl cause I was like wth are Isagi, Rin and Rensuke gonna do for comfort? (;﹏;)
So instead of dwelling on it too much, i just went in a random order and started writing for Oilver, Seishiro and Sae first cause I had a rough foundation for them and I was building up on that... and when I was in the middle of writing that I got what I wanted to write for Yoichi, Rin and Rensuke... so I'm working towards that as well
Tbh, character development in Sae's spiked ig... cause I wasn't expecting to throw Rin in there but I did anyway ( ´ ▽ ` )b the number of times i played the same playlist over and over and finished it
My wc on fics have been increasing as well but it is so worth the write
As for life, it's been doing great! I went book shopping, ate pizza this week and I'm doing a lot better. No more sick!! So I'm healthy and trying to finish my wips one after the other, went shopping for stuff ended up buying plushies so it was relaxed week along with staring pictures of Oliver and my mind going haywire with the many more works that are about to come istg my imagination doesn't stop there
but yeah there are gonna be posts this week, i can't promise when cause i take my time and do it, but. they are coming
How about you anon? Hope you're doing good?
*sending back hugs*
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hey i hope you've had a good day :)
ik this is mostly a fic/drabble type of blog, but i saw in one of your posts that you are open to venting. i hate sliding into ppls dms tbh lol so i hope its ok that i ask for advice like this
btw u can totally ignore this i understand!
so earlier this morning, i got dumped and i feel like shit tbh. like it wasnt even for a good reason at all. and we were together for like 2 years smh. ive been trying to cheer myself up all day but i cant and i just keep fucking crying and im so lost idk. im sorry to be dumping this all over you but you genuinely seem like a great person. its late right now and i cant fall asleep and its so hard. im just so tired. if you do respond to this, thank you so much. i dont really have friends irl so i mostly talk to ppl on tumblr anonymously lmao. i hope u have a great/day night!
hi sweets :)
first, im so sorry. breakups can be super tough and hard to bounce back from, but you are going to get through it. in fact, you are going to heal and grow from it. i know that sounds pretty stupid rn lol but i promise you that things will get better!
second of all, im so happy you feel comfortable with me to vent. anyone else whos reading this, you can always dm/pop into my inbox if u have something to share. and btw noonie dw about messaging me, i totally get it!
if you havent eaten anything, please do. specifically something healthy/refreshing if you can. like fruit for example. eating junk in a bad state will just make you want to eat more and itll turn into a bad addiction. i know you said youre trying to go to sleep so eat something small if possible.
everyone has different likings but here are a few things that can help you:
- listening to asmr! doesnt specifically have to be whispering or anything. it can be just sounds, that helps me a lot. i reccomend listening to sunshinejazzyasmr, gabi asmr, jocie b asmr, all on yt!
^ visual asmr is super good also. it helps when youre trying to keep your eyes open to watch the video, but u end up falling asleep
- music. ik this is a basic idea but it really helps. find a calming playlist and i recommend putting your phone under your pillow to create a sort of muffled sound. its super soothing for me. wearing earbuds while trying to sleep can be super uncomfortable and you can get infections (ick)
- sleep the other way around. like switch your pillow to the other side of your bed. its really simple but it kinda helped me.
- watch a comfort show/movie. not something thatll keep you up, maybe something boring or more on the chill side.
- sleep somewhere else. maybe on a sofa or if u live with another person, in their bed if its a comfortable situation
- drink tea. i personally dont do this, but i think chamomile tea is really good for sleep. but i think u should look up teas first bc im not 100% sure lmao
since you're crying a lot, i think you should wash your face. it makes me feel better :)
u can also shower to make u even more sleepy and just to feel clean before you sleep.
i love you and you got this!! keep on going my love, everything happens for a reason. xoxo
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Omg after Tom showing off his thighs in that Jimmy Fallon interview, please please please could you write something about thigh riding him 💙
Not me immediately working on this once I saw it in my inbox💀 I’m supposed to be clearing my inbox out, but when this popped in I couldn’t help it🙈 I also haven’t done smut in a while so THANK YOU for requesting this😌💞
💌.
Use Me*
Warnings: SMUT! She’s a nasty one. If this is a bit messy, I’m sorry, I haven’t written smut in ages😭
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“Citizen Kane!” Your boyfriend confidently blurted out to his laptop. He must’ve done something wrong because his eyes widened in surprise.
“Oh, hang on a minute!” He stuttered placing his hand on his chest. You heard Jimmy Fallon laugh from the laptop and explain the rules of the game again. You let out a quiet laugh yourself from behind his set up, though your eyes drifted down to his bare legs that bounced up and down.
For the past few weeks, Tom has been doing promo for his new and highly anticipated film Cherry. While trying to balance filming Spider-Man 3 and doing promo, you guys barely had time to spend together. Not that it bothered you; you understood how hectic his job could get, so you weren’t phased by the back to back Zoom interviews or how he’d join you in bed late at night after a long day on set.
The lost time between the both of you must’ve finally caught up on Tom as he woke up clingier than usual. The moment his eyes fluttered open he felt the need to touch you, to have his skin pressed up against yours, and to feel the warmth that radiated off your body. He just wanted to have you near him—the reason to why he begged you to spend the entire day with him.
You should have been listening to Tom talking passionately about his film, but your mind drifted off to the gutter. Only a few feet away from you was your boyfriend sitting behind a desk, wearing a black shirt, topped with a black blazer, pantless. The only garments covering his bottom half were his boxers and socks, leaving his thighs bare and tempting to your eyes. You tried to avoid looking at them, forcing your attention to focus on the words coming out his mouth, but your eyes were constantly drifting down to his thighs. From the way Tom rubbed his rough hands on them to the way they flexed whenever he moved was starting to cause a pool of arousal to form in your panties.
Tom’s voice faded into the background as you stared blankly at his thighs, imagining how the smooth skin would feel against your wet cunt. You bit your lip, mind wandering to the thought of Tom flexing his thigh while you grinded your hips against him. The ideas in your head caused you to unconsciously squeeze your thighs together. Trying to relieve yourself of the hot tension forming in your body. Though, the action doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, who had a small smirk on his face after catching you in the corner of his eyes.
A few more minutes pass and he was already finishing up his interview with Jimmy. Though you didn’t notice since your attention was still fixated on his sculpted thighs. That and you were constantly adjusting yourself in your seat because of how embarrassingly wet your panties were getting. You attempted to distract yourself with your phone and scrolled mindlessly through Instagram. You weren’t even looking at the posts, just randomly double tapping and scrolling past them. Much to your dismay, your ways of distraction failed once again. Instead of focusing on your screen, your eyes zeroed in on Tom’s legs.
“You know darling, I could practically feel your eyes burning holes into my thighs.” He suddenly teased you. You felt the heat rush to your face as you hid behind your phone screen.
“I’m not looking at your thighs.” You pathetically lied, turning your phone off, and crossing your arms. His tired but rich chocolate colored eyes capture yours. There was a hint of playfulness mixed with lust in them. He wasn’t oblivious, he could feel the tension growing in the room.
Tom tilts his head to the side, “Then why were you consistently staring at my legs?” He crossed his legs making his thighs momentarily flex again.
“I was looking at your socks.”
“What about my socks?” He quirked a brow at you.
“They’re dirty.” You shrugged.
“Really? But my socks are down there, not up here.” He cheekily quipped, motioning to his lap. You whined and threw your head back against the couch, shoving a pillow to your face in the process.
“Busted.” Tom sang huskily before pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth. He scanned your figure on the couch, eyes lingering on the way your legs were still clenched together.
“C’mere.” His voice was an octave lower, catching your attention. You pull the pillow off your face and see him gazing down at you from his seat, legs spread out in front of him. You toss your phone on the couch and walk towards him. His hands reach out for you midway, then settle to grasp on your hips.
“Mmm, baby, I can smell you.” His hands maneuver around your waist to squeeze your bum, emitting a light hum from you. You draped one of your arms around his shoulder while your hand cradled his jaw.
“Sorry, I can’t help it. Stupid thighs.” You mumble, the blush remaining on your cheeks.
“I want you to get off these stupid thighs. Use me, (y/n).” He encouraged, pulling you closer. You were about to agree but his attire reminded you that he had an interview in a few minutes.
“Wait—Tom, don’t you have another interview?” You asked him, shaking yourself out of your trance of arousal and pulling away from him. Tom whined, dragging you back towards his chest.
“In like 15 or 20 minutes, it’s enough time.” He reached behind you and slammed his laptop shut. He clumsily got out of his chair and led you to the loveseat behind him. He sat down and placed you in between his legs.
While he pulled your shorts and panties off you continued to question him, “Are you sure, Tommy?” He tapped your ankles, signaling for you to step out of your undergarments.
Tom stopped and looked up at you, “Yes, I’m sure. We have to be quick, but I just wanna feel you on me. We could continue when I’m done, promise.” He held your hands and pressed a kiss onto the back of them.
“Ok. But if you get in trouble, I swear—oh.” You were interrupted by Tom pressing a sloppy kiss above your mound. He placed your hands to rest on his shoulders and guided you to straddle his thigh. Once you were settled, he slipped two of his fingers between your legs to gather some of your wetness. He groaned at how soaked you were, leaving his fingers to slide through your folds a little bit longer. When he took them out, his fingers were covered in your glossy juices. He wiped some of your slick onto your lips before shoving his fingers into his mouth.
“Taste so fucking good, shit.” Tom growled, crashing his lips onto yours. The kiss was passionately messy; tongues dancing around each other while your teeth clashed from time to time, along with the taste of you on both your lips. Tom was the first to pull away still biting down on your bottom lip, “Come on, wanna feel you ride my thigh.” He scooted back into the seat, guiding your hips to settle down on his thigh. Your knees ached from kneeling on the couch’s material, but the burn you felt in your core urged you to put up a fight.
The moment you came into contact with his thigh felt like euphoria. Your eyes rolled back and a moan dragged out of your body. The pleasurable sensation of finally relieving the burn in your core rushed through your body. Another tension was building up in you, desperation. Grinding your hips down on him repeatedly made you obsessed with how he felt under you, making you desperate to get more.
You had no problem rocking against him, your wetness made it easy enough for you to simply slide your hips up and down the expanse of his firm thighs. Tom moaned at how soaked his skin felt while your folds rubbed up against him. Feeling you on him made him flex his thigh under you, causing you to ground your hips even harder against him. His thigh was lathered in your wetness.
“Fuck, Tom.” You whimper out, harshly squeezing his shoulders for leverage.
“You feel so good on me. You look so good using me to get off, such a pretty girl.” He praised you. He momentarily sat back to admire the way you looked at the moment. Your hair was a bit messy and you were wearing one of his shirts, which was rudely blocking his view of you on him. His long fingers hook beneath the shirt and lift it up, giving him the perfect view of your cunt gliding on his thigh. His jaw clenched at the sight taking a mental picture.
Tom sat up on the couch, gathering your shirt to bunch up right above your breast. He dives into your chest, yanking down the cups of your bra to expose your boobs. He places wet and open mouthed kisses on them, giving them both the attention they needed. You were a moaning mess above him, enjoying the way his tongue swirled around your nipples. When a dark red mark appeared on your skin he trailed the kisses up to your neck until he reached the special spot below your ear. He started off with light kisses before sinking his teeth down on your soft skin. The bite only spurred you on, hips moving faster against him.
While his mouth worked on marking your neck, his leg that you were on moved to meet your hips. The motion made your clit graze against him, forming whines to bubble out your throat. You fucked yourself harder on his thigh, making sure your clit was also rubbing against him as you chased your release. Tom felt they way your legs quivered around him, signing that you were almost there.
Tom’s arm wraps around your waist, helping you hold yourself up against him. With his other hand he gently cradles your face. His lips brush against yours and your noses occasionally bump into each other. A lopsided grin is on his face as he stares at you. He catches the way the corner of your lips quirk up for a matter of seconds until your features scrunch up in concentration again.
“You’re doing such a good job, darling. I could feel you clenching on me, you’re close aren’t you?” He latches your lips together, swallowing your moans. Your fingers pulled tighter on the ends of his hair, making him groan.
“Can’t mess the hair up.” He managed to get out. You grunted and tugged on his hair before your hands returned to his shoulders. Tom pecked your lips once more before leaning back into the couch. Without any warning, his hand lightly swated your clit. You yelped in surprise at the sudden contact. Tom only chuckled, earning him a slap to the chest and a glare from you.
“Sorry, sorry, I know we’re short on time.” He apologized and connected his thumb to your clit. The rough pad made tight circles around your bud. With the friction of his thigh against you and his thumb on your clit you were seeing stars. You were so out of it, only feeling the euphoric pleasures coursing through your senses. The quicker and sharper his circles got, the closer you felt to your relief.
“Just like that Tom, fuck. Keep going I’m close.” Your back arched. Tom shoved his head in between your breasts again, littering sloppy kisses on your chest.
“C’mon, cum on me, baby.” He urged you, holding your body flush against him. His head was tilted up at you, staring at the way your mouth was hung open in pleasure. He loved watching your face when you came, it drove him mad.
Your stomach tightens along with your legs that straddled him. You let out a mix of a shaky gasp and moan, feeling the knot in your stomach come undone. Tom threw his head back against the couch while watching you release on his thigh, your cum gushing out against him.
“Fuck.” He breathed out, eyes glued to your release. You let out pants as aftershocks from your release wracked your body. Tom was quick to guide your body against him, not caring that his clothes might wrinkle. He placed your head in the crook of his neck and pressed kisses along your face. His large hands stroke your back, helping you come down from your high. Laying against him, all he felt was you; from your heart rapidly beating against his chest to the feeling of you trying to steady your breathing.
“You alright?” He whispered against your hair. You tiredly nodded, giving yourself a moment to calm down.
“Yeah—just need a minute and I’ll get off of you.” You reply, tenderly kissing his collarbone. Tom whines tightening his grip around you, “I don’t want you to go.”
“I don’t either, but,” you reach over to tap the screen of his phone, “You’ve got eight minutes left till your next interview.”
You feel something firm poke against your leg, “How you ever wondered if you can cum in under eight minutes?” The sentence caught Tom off guard, making him raise a brow at you. You tilted your head south of his body, motioning to his dick.
Tom shifted his gaze between you and his hard on, “Wanna find out?”
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sweetheart ➝ part two
Chris Evans x Reader OFC! (Michaela Hayes)
Summary: in which Michaela unexpectedly falls for her friend, Chris despite being in a 'no strings attached' relationship with him.
Warning: SMUT ( morning sex *unprotected* 𐤟 slight choking 𐤟 blowjob 𐤟 cursing 𐤟 dirty talk )
Word Count: 1.4K
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PART ONE PART TWO
I woke up, adjusted to the rays of sunlight peeking through the thin veil of the curtains.
My eyes wander around the room, trying to figure out where I am. An arm grasped my waist and something hard pressed against my butt.
My head turned slightly to see Chris snoring with his mouth slightly open. I grinned, remembering now where I am.
Memories of last night came into my head, and I never thought in a million years that this would happen.
With my best friend.
With Chris.
Chris and I met in high school, I had just moved to Boston with my family. I didn't know anyone there my little sister, Amira.
And most of his new friends didn't really like me. So Chris and I became two peas in a pod, we got along pretty well and had a lot in common.
Of course along the line, I met my other two best friends Rae and Natalie but my point is, he was my very first friend when I moved to Boston.
We have been there for each other through thick and thin, every breakup and headache or a dark place in time.
People always asked if we were dating or say we would make the perfect couple but I didn't understand what they saw.
I mean I had a slight crush on him but quickly got over it when I realized that this was nothing more than a friendship.
I mean, we did share flirty jokes and playful touches but that didn't really mean anything though.
Right?
Chris never gave me any sign that he wanted more, so I pushed away my feelings and moved on but...
He said he's always been sexually attracted to me, and now I wonder if he ever had dirty thoughts about me.
I smirk to myself, getting an idea in my head. I slipped out of his grasp, down to his body, pushing the blankets out of the way.
I got between his legs and caressed over the fabric of his underwear before tugging them down to his legs.
My mouth waters at the sight of his big, delicious dick, just staring at it made me excited and hot.
Chris began to stir and mumbled in his sleep, laying his back as I began to stroke him up and down in my hand.
I leaned forward, licked the tip of his shaft, and stroked him a little faster than before, just waiting for a reaction.
"Michaela!" He moans my name softly, groggily opening his eyes. His face lights up with pleasure, finding me down between his legs, and ready to suck him off.
A few more licks at the tip before wrapping my mouth around his dick, and began to bob my head up and down.
Chris moans loudly, grabs hold of my hair. Fuck was..his moans were so deep and sexy, it just turned me on to the core.
I glance up at his face and see his dark laced with lust eyes. I pulled my mouth away with a wet pop and lather his dick with my saliva.
"F-Fuck, sweetheart. Y-you gotta stop or I am gonna cum" Chris says in a deep tone, pushing my messy, curly hair out of my face.
I was about to say something but he didn't give me a chance before pulling me up and flipped on my back.
He begins to leave trails of kisses, up and down my neck while slowly rubbing the head of his dick up and down my slit.
I press against him, yearning for his dick to be inside of me cause I couldn't take this teasing anymore.
Chris couldn't either, he plunges his length deep inside of me, filling me up and stretching me out.
FUCK!
He's so big that it feels like I was gonna be split half but this was the feeling I was lusting and craving.
Chris began to thrust in and out of my center slowly, caressing my cheek with his hands before picking up the pace, and resting his forehead against mine.
I moaned his name while looking into his lustful eyes. I pulled him in a kiss while lifting my leg slightly to rub my clit.
"You like getting fucked like this, huh, sweetheart?" He asked, pulling away from the kiss and placing his hand around my neck.
"Yes Ahh, Chris yes!!" I moaned, my nails into his arm as he thrusted became desperately faster. I could feel my legs tense up.
With great strength, I flipped him on his back and intertwined my hands into his hands, bouncing up and down his shaft.
Feeling myself clench around him and making him throb inside of me. Chris lets go of one of my hands and grips my waist tightly.
Matching his thrust with the rhythm, forcing a loud moan out of me. Fuck, I was enjoying every minute of his dick pounding inside soaked wet pussy.
"Yes, oh fuck I'm-I'm gonna cum...all over his big fucking dick!" I cried in pleasure, feeling myself about to cum.
"Cum with me, sweetheart!" He demanded and I did, screaming his name, feeling my intense orgasm cut through me like a knife.
Chris continues fucking me through my orgasm, desperately chasing his own release. In a matter of seconds...
He winced slightly when pulling out and cums all over my stomach, laying me gently on my back before laying down with me.
"That's a way of waking up," Chris says in a satisfied sigh and I look up at him with tired eyes, nodding in agreement.
"I'm sorry about that," He says, propping himself, motioning to his cum dripping down my stomach.
"It's fine. Let's get cleaned up," I said with a sigh and he nodded, getting up and going to get some towels out of his closet.
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"So....you wanna continue this?" Chris asked, coming from the bathroom with a towel wrapped low on his hips.
I looked at him while picking my panties back on, already craving for another round with him but I couldn't.
"Yeah, only if you want to. I mean, there's no press-" He cuts me off.
"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't want to, sweetheart," Chris says with a charming smile, I can't help but feel my heart skip a beat.
"Okay, we can but I think we should have some ground rules. I don't want this thing to ruin our friendship, I really value it" I answered.
"Of course, Michaela. I value our friendship too." He agrees, putting some clothes on before coming to sit on the bed.
"Okay good. We both have to pinky promise" I said hold out my pinky, waiting for him to touch it with his.
"Yeah, totally," He smiled widely at me, connecting his pinky with mine, and swirled them in circles.
"Okay. Now the rules. We can't catch any feelings. I don't want you going and fall in love with this cute fine ass" I said jokily.
"I mean, you do have a cute ass," Chris says with a small laugh, patting me on the ass.
Man, he's so annoying but so hot.
"Chris!" I gasped, hitting him playfully on his chest. "What? It's true" He says with a shrug before letting me continue.
Once the list of rules was completed, I sent him a copy version of it off of my phone while following out his bedroom.
"Hey...since that's out the way, do you want to stay for breakfast?" Chris asked with a smile, walking into the kitchen with me following behind.
"I can't! I got some stuff to do" I said, not giving him a chance to answer, and began walking towards the door.
"Uh, okay. I'll see you later then," Chris says, scratching the back of his neck, coming to open the front door.
"See you later, Chris," I said with a smile, petting his arm before walking across the hallway to my apartment.
I should've also mentioned that we were neighbors too. I got inside of my apartment and leaned my back against my door.
I sighed, closing my eyes for a second before pushing myself off the door and going to take another hot shower.
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Babysitters Club
Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader
Genre— SMUT, fluff, babysitting au, strangers to lovers au
Warnings— Dom!Taehyung, roleplaying, face fucking, oral sex (m and f), bondage, explicit rough unprotected sex please stay safe irl, squirting, choking, hickies, a surprise cameo from Spring Will Come Again!Jungkook because I have no self control
Word Count— ~7.6k
Summary— A generic summer job hunt leads you to babysit rowdy (but still cute) kids alongside the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. What shenanigans will you get into with Taehyung by your side?
A/N— HUGE shoutout to the lovely @kimtaehyunq for making this beautiful banner for me! This was literally the Taehyung I had in mind while writing this uwu. This fic is the epitome of self indulgence but I truly hope you guys like it too! Please let me know what you think! My askbox/inbox is always open, don’t be afraid to come chat with me. Love you all, hope you guys are safe <3
Crumpled up newspapers littered the floor as another ball was apathetically tossed aside. A sigh of defeat escaped your lips as you looked up at the ceiling in desperation.
“Still at it with the job hunt, huh?” your roommate, Hyuna, said when she saw your mess, “I told you to search online. Or try to get a job at a cafe or a boba shop or something.”
“Easy jobs online seem sketchy, and I told you I don’t want to work in the food industry ever again,” you groaned.
“But you’d rather...be a babysitter?” she questioned as she held up an ad, “Wait you could get paid up to $15 an hour? That’s pretty good.”
“I didn’t see that one. Is it an agency or something?”
“Not sure, take a look,” she handed you the paper.
“Oh, it seems like it’s a daycare run out of someone’s house. They’re looking for multiple applicants. You wanna do it with me?! I think it could be fun!” you ask excitedly.
“And spend most of my summer vacation with a bunch of snot nosed brats? I don’t think so. You have fun though!” she blew you a kiss as she walked away.
You whipped your phone out and immediately called the number in the ad. This job was the only one that seemed bearable, and you thought kids were cute for the most part. You’ve had a few babysitting gigs in the past so this shouldn’t be too bad.
“Hello?” a deep voice answered the call.
“Hi, I saw your ad in the paper! I was wondering if there was still a babysitting position open?” you inquired.
“Oh yes! Yeah there’s still a spot open. Um, can you give me a sec?” the man said quickly as you heard wailing kids in the background. After two minutes or so he returned to the phone.
“I’m terribly sorry about that. You don’t have a criminal background or anything right? Gosh, I’m sure this sounds unprofessional but--”
“Nope, I don’t have any charges or anything like that. Should I call back later?” you offered since it seemed like the man was a little preoccupied.
“It’s like this all the time. Why don’t we do a practice run tomorrow? Oh! I mean, whenever you’re available to start. Or technically have an interview? I guess? Hey, don’t put that in your mouth!” the man chastised at someone in the distance.
“I can come in tomorrow!” you said.
“Great! Just use the address in the same ad you got this number from! Oh, and please get here by 9am! See you soon!” the man hung up abruptly.
“That was chaotic…” you said to yourself.
A moment later your phone began to ring. It was from the babysitting guy.
“Hello?” you answered.
“I realized I never got your name! I promise I’m not always this frazzled,” he laughed as rambunctious laughter erupted behind him.
“Oh, I’m ______,” you gave him your first and last name.
“Cool. See you tomorrow Miss ____!” he said before hanging up again.
You were actually excited to babysit. It had been a while since you had done it, and playing with kids was usually fun. Then again, you’ve never had a bad experience with babysitting before. You prayed that this gig would continue the positive trend.
Donning shorts and a simple Mickey Mouse t-shirt, (you figured some kid was bound to like the mousey character) it was time to head off to your potential workplace. The babysitting place was actually fairly close to you, only about a 10 minute drive. It was 8:55am by the time you arrived. A couple of parents walked past your car to drop off their kids. All of the kids seemed to be pretty excited to enter the house, which was definitely a good sign.
You gently knocked on the door at exactly 9am. There was no response as you awkwardly waited for about a minute or so. All you could hear was shrill laughter and thumps that you presumed was the kids running about. You realized there was a doorbell, and sighed at your foolishness.
The door opened seconds after you rang the doorbell. A tall man with dark hair greeted you with a warm smile. You were taken aback by the handsome guy, suddenly questioning whether you were at the right place or not until a child popped up from behind his shoulder and yelled out a loud “Boo!” that caused you to jump.
“Ah, sorry about that! This one is always trying to play pranks,” the man laughed as he playfully jostled the child that was latched onto his back, “You must be ______?”
“That’s me!” you say with a little too much enthusiasm.
“Cool. C’mon in, I’ll introduce you to the kids,” the man led you inside.
The living room was littered with toys, from cars to building blocks to barbies. This place was definitely a kid’s happy place. Four little kids were playing with various things when you walked in. All of the kids there seemed to be between the ages of 4 to 6. At a glance, it seemed like they were all playing house. It took you a few seconds to realize that one of the kids was actually playing by herself; she was just physically close to the other kids.
“Everyone! This is our newest helper! Her name is Miss ____. Let’s all play nicely with her okay?” the man announced.
The kids playing house immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed to you. Two boys began asking you questions in a rapid fire succession, while the little girl merely clung to your leg.
“Those two are Kota and Bel,” the man pointed to the two boys, “The little girl stuck to you like glue is Ava, and the one playing over there is Lucy,” he continued to name each child.
“AND I’M SAM!!” the last boy exclaimed over the man’s shoulder.
“Yes, this troublemaker here is Sam. That’s basically the whole gang! We could get a few more additions as the summer goes on, but these guys are the OG crew. They’re all really sweet kids, once you get to know them. Any questions so far?” your employer asked.
“I don’t think I ever caught your name, sir,” you say politely.
“Oh! No need to call me sir. I think we’re probably around the same age? Not that I’m assuming your age or anything but--”
“He’s my horsey!” Sam interrupted.
“No, he’s the chef!” Kota yelled.
“No, he’s our dad who’s not our dad,” Lucy chimed in.
“My mom told me he was a babysitter?” Bel added, now visibly confused.
“I am all of those things,” the man reassured the children, “But my name is Taehyung. The kids call me Tae or Mr. insert whatever title I have in the game we are playing on that day. Pleasure to meet ya,” Tae extends a hand out to you, “Let’s see how your first day goes.”
The first few hours consisted of a rather intricate game of pretend set up in a fantasy world. You played a princess who was captured by an evil dragon, who was played by Taehyung (you couldn’t help but think about how you wouldn’t mind being his hostage).
The boys were valiant knights on their quest to rescue you. The girls played different creatures that aided the knights as fairies or unicorns or any other things they wanted to be. Most of the game consisted of you and Taehyung sitting together in a corner of the living room. Even though you didn’t have to do anything, it was fun watching the kids play. Their imagination amused you.
“Enjoying yourself, princess?” Taehyung asked as he also watched the children run around.
His deep voice sent chills down your spine. Something about the way the word “princess” rolled off his tongue was so enchanting. You cleared your throat before answering.
“This job has been pretty fun so far, Mr. Evil Dragon,” you smile.
“Hey! I’m not evil, just misunderstood,” he protested.
“Oh no! The dragon is about to eat the princess!” one of the boys cried out.
“What? No, I’m not going to eat her,” Taehyung said defensively.
“You need to pretend to eat the princess so that the knights save her,” Lucy, the quiet one, scuttled over to whisper to the both of you before hurrying back to her spot.
Taehyung turned towards you to appease the kids as they held their breath in anticipation.
“Rawr! I’m going to eat you!” he said in a deep voice.
“Oh no! Somebody save me!” you cried out, playing along.
A few moments passed but none of the kids moved. You both turned your heads towards them in confusion. They stared back at you blankly.
“You need to bite her!” Sam demanded.
“What?” you and Tae said in unison.
“Bite her! Bite her! Bite her!” the boys started to chant.
“But not too hard!” Ava expressed her worry for you, making you smile.
“I…uh…” Taehyung was at a loss for words.
“They’re not gonna stop, are they?” you whispered to him.
He nodded with a sigh as their chanting got louder. You offered him your arm. Kids can be crazy stubborn over silly things. Besides, you’ve done worse for less (college is crazy).
Taehyung shot you an “are you sure about this?” look, to which you just nodded. Once he got the okay, Taehyung grabbed your arm and pulled you harshly, causing your face to be a mere inches away from his.
“Fools! You think you can save the princess? I will devour her before your very eyes!” Taehyung declared with an even deeper voice. He opened his mouth menacingly, as if to show off his fangs. Then, he proceeded to bite your bicep. To be honest, he was being so forceful that you thought he was going to bite you for real, causing you to involuntarily close your eyes.
Instead, he gingerly placed his teeth on your skin so lightly that you could barely feel anything. You opened your eyes to see Taehyung grinning at you with your arm in his mouth.
“Aaaaggghhh GET HIM!!” Sam yelled, leading the other boys straight into Taehyung.
Taehyung quickly let go of you before he rolled out onto the floor. The boys began to pummel Taehyung with their foam swords and pretend bows and arrows. The girls came to your aid to help you escape during the battle.
The little boys triumphantly stood over their defeated babysitter who pretended to be passed out on the floor. You applauded their victory as the girls sat by your side.
“Okay! Good game, it’s almost lunchtime,” Taehyung announced as he quickly popped back up.
“Chef Tae makes the best mac and cheese!” Ava informed you excitedly.
“I wanted dino nuggies!” Sam puffed out his cheeks in disappointment.
“Sam, you know it’s Ava’s day to pick out lunch. It’ll be your turn tomorrow okay? I promise! You guys can stay here and play with Miss ____ till food is ready,” Tae called out as he walked to the kitchen. Lucy silently followed Tae.
“Lucy likes to help out in the kitchen a lot. She sets the table,” Ava explained when she saw you watching Lucy.
“You’re good at being a princess!” Kota butted in as he ran to hug your leg.
“I like your shirt! I like Mickey Mouse too. I saw him in DisneyWorld last year,” Bel said as he clung to your other leg.
The kids took turns holding onto your legs as you tried to walk around. Apparently the thought of making you tumble over was an exciting one, and that kept the kids busy until Taehyung called for everyone.
Five little bowls of mac and cheese were set up on the dining table. The kids took their seats as Taehyung handed out juice boxes. He positioned himself by your side as the little ones began to chow down.
“I normally just eat the rest out of the pot, but since you’re here I can get you a bowl. Sorry about biting you earlier, the kids really like it when I get serious about my roles,” Taehyung chuckled as he scooped out your portion.
“It’s no problem, you’re a great actor. Thank you,” you say politely as he handed you a bowl.
Lunch was spent making small talk with Taehyung. He was a newly graduated college student trying to make extra money before starting a real job hunt.Taehyung had been running this makeshift daycare since he was a senior in highschool.
“Summers are always fun with them,” Taehyung said while smiling fondly at the kids, “How has it been so far?” he asked.
“I’ve been having a good time. The kids are all really sweet! They have so much energy,” you answer.
“They do indeed, which is why playtime is so important in the morning! It makes what comes next easier,” he winked at you before collecting the empty bowls, “Okay kiddos! Who’s ready for nap time?”
Lucy quietly raised her hand while the boys groaned. You figured it would be hard to get those active boys to settle down, let alone to take a nap. You helped Taehyung set up blankets and pillows in the game room. The kids made a beeline to their designated blankets without a fuss.
“Do you sing, Miss _____?” Taehyung asked out of the blue.
“Um, not really?” you say hesitantly.
“Ah, I see. No worries. Everybody ready?” he said.
“Yes!” all the kids replied.
“Alrighty. Do you have any song requests, Miss ____?”
You thought about which songs would make for a decent lullaby, “Do you know Adore You by Harry Styles?”
“I’ll have to look up the lyrics but yeah I like that song! I like his whole album actually,” Taehyung nodded as he pulled out his phone and took a deep breath, “Walk in your rainbow paradise~”
You were shocked by his vocal talent. His voice control was superb and the quality of his voice was downright euphoric. Even though Taehyung’s voice is deeper than Harry Styles’, his range was incredible. He was still able to go as high as Harry without any trouble. All the kids had fallen sound asleep by the time he finished the song.
“This is when I typically have about an hour of free time,” he said after quietly leading you back into the kitchen.
“You have such a beautiful voice! Do you sing to them every day?” you praised him.
“Thanks! Yeah, I sing to them every day. They used to get duets actually,” Taehyung sighed.
“Did you have another coworker before?” you asked.
“Yep. My best friend actually. He’s my roommate too, but he landed an internship this summer so he couldn’t be here. I’m very proud of him! But usually this is a job for two people so I decided to put that ad out. I’m happy you came out! The kids seem to like you,” Taehyung gave you a thumbs up.
“I hope so! Lucy might be scared of me though,” you recalled the way she mostly avoided you all morning.
“Nah, she’s just really shy. She told me that she thought you were really pretty though, so that’s a good sign!” he tried to reassure you.
“I guess it must be true then. Kids are brutally honest,” you smiled.
“She definitely wasn’t lying,” Taehyung smiled back at you.
You had to look away awkwardly to hide your blushed cheeks. There’s no way you could handle a direct smile from this guy. How was it possible for someone to be that handsome without even trying?!
“So what happens after naptime?” you quickly asked to change the subject.
“Basically more playing until their parents come. It honestly just depends on what the kids wanna do. We can play inside, in the backyard, and sometimes we go to the park,” Taehyung answered with an amused smile, “Let’s use this free time to conduct a more formal interview, shall we?”
Taehyung then asked you a series of questions about your summer schedule, if you’re willing to work every day of the week, how you feel about the kids, along with other things. You answered truthfully and kept up a professional demeanor. Taehyung seemed to be satisfied with your answers and leaned back in his chair.
“That all works for me! The people who really need to approve of you are the parents. I’ll introduce you to them later this afternoon. I’m sure they’ll all be fine once I vouch for you,” he nodded.
Soft giggles caught your attention. Taehyung signaled that break time was now over and led the way back to the living room. Kota and Bel were wrestling each other while the others threw pillows at them.
“Did everyone have a good nap?” Taehyung sing songed.
“Yes!” they replied.
“Can we play house now?” Ava asked.
“Yeah! Miss ____ can be the mommy now!” Sam bounced up in excitement, “Our last mommy used to be a boy.”
“Jimin was a great mommy and I’m sure he misses you all dearly. Jimin is my roommate/best friend/ex-cobabysitter,” Taehyung explained.
The game of house was more hands on from your end. The kids demanded you to carry them and read them stories like a real mommy would. It was mainly the girls who wanted to play with you, while the boys took turns wrestling with Tae or riding on his back. You were braiding Lucy’s hair when the doorbell rang.
“Kota! Your mom is here!” Taehyung called from the front.
All the kids trickled out one by one as their parents arrived. Taehyung introduced you to each parent; their reactions were all positive, especially when their kids raved about you being the new Jimin.
“If she’s anything like Jimin, then I have nothing to worry about. I trust your judgement, Taehyung,” one of the sterner looking parents said (Sam’s father to be exact).
“Congrats! You got the job,” Taehyung congratulated you once all of the children were picked up, “We get paid on Fridays. I’ll basically just split what we earn 50/50, cool?”
“That’s fine by me! I’m looking forward to working with you,” you bow graciously.
“Ah! No need to be so formal. We’re partners now! I’m not your boss or anything,” Taehyung gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder, “See you tomorrow!”
Summer was about to get rather eventful. All of the children warmed up to you surprisngly quickly, even timid Lucy (who had arguably grown the most fond of you). As the days went on, you couldn’t help but admire Taehyung’s kindness and patience when it came to the kids. From firm to understanding, he was everything a caregiver should be. He handled spats between kids with ease, often by making them forgive each other then laugh at some silly joke of his.
One afternoon, the kids voted to watch a Disney movie. All seven of you curled up on the couch together with you and Taehyung in the middle. Lucy sat in your lap while Bel sat in Taehyung’s. Halfway through the movie, Taehyung fell asleep. The kids didn’t notice since they were so engrossed in the movie. You however, DID notice. Mostly because he rolled his sleepy head onto your shoulder.
Your heartbeat quickened as you slowly turned to take a peek at the handsome man sleeping beside you. He looked angelic, and you realized that he smelled pleasant too. He had a sweet scent that was uncharacteristic for a young man. You took a deep breath and pretended not to notice him. He didn’t wake up until the doorbell rang near the end of the movie.
He seemed to be confused and perhaps even slightly flustered when he lifted his head from your shoulder, but quickly shrugged it off to go answer the door. The incident (and the drool on your shoulder) was never mentioned.
It had been a month since you started babysitting with Taehyung, and it honestly had been a lot more fun than you expected. The kids are wonderful silly little beings and Taehyung is...well...Taehyung.
You were cleaning up the living room on a late Friday afternoon after all the kids had been picked up. Taehyung was somewhere splitting up the week’s paycheck. Once all the toys were back in their respective bins, it was time to gather your stuff and go.
“Great work this week,” Taehyung commended as he handed you your cut.
“Thanks! Same to you as always. I’ll see you on Monday,” you wave as you open the front door.
“Actually um--” Taehyung cleared his throat.
“Yes?” you whipped around with almost too much eagerness.
“My friend is part of an art gallery showing tomorrow night and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? I heard there will be drinks and finger foods…” Taehyung trailed off, presumably due to imagining what kind of snacks will be served.
“I’d love to! I’m not an expert on art or anything, but it sounds cool,” you smile.
“No worries, I’m no expert either. I’m just a guy who appreciates neat expressions of creativity,” he nodded humbly, “I can pick you up at your place, if you’d like.”
“Sure, I’ll text you my address. Oh uh, what’s the dress code like? I don’t really attend these things,” you ask shyly.
“I’d say a step down from formal? Like no t-shirts or jeans. Pretend like you’re going on a date to some restaurant that isn’t a michelin star but is still classier than Olive Garden,” Taehyung tried to explain.
“I’ll do my best,” you smile at his peculiar way of describing the appropriate attire.
A smile never left your face as you drove home. A chance to hangout with Taehyung one on one without any kids around? All of his attention will be on you? Yes please. You love the kids and all, but you finally have a real chance to get closer to Taehyung. To be honest, you might have the teensiest little crush on him, but who could blame you?
The next day was spent preparing for your night out with Taehyung. It probably wasn’t a date (90% sure it’s not), but you wanted to look irresistible anyway. You put on a purple dress with flowy sleeves that made you feel like a princess. It was on the dressier side, but being slightly overdressed never hurt anyone.
You usually only had time to slap on mascara and a lip tint in the mornings before babysitting, but now you had abundant time to play around with your makeup. You settled for a soft yet glamorous look with shimmery eyeshadow and eyeliner. Sparkly lip gloss tied the whole look together and made your lips look tempting (or so you hoped). You decided to leave your hair alone since you were having a miraculously good hair day.
“Wow are you sure this isn’t a date?” Hyuna whistled when she walked into your room.
“It’s not! This is just the first time Taehyung will see me actually trying to look good,” you say defensively.
“You’re cute even in ratty t-shirts, but I get what you mean. Have fun tonight!” your roommate gave you a tight hug.
A strong knock on your front door indicated Taehyung’s arrival. Hyuna tagged along as you went to answer the door; she wanted to see the guy you’ve been gushing over for the past month for herself.
Your mouth hung open in shock for a split second when you opened the door. Taehyung also dressed up. He was wearing a bright sunflower shirt paired with a black blazer that perfectly combined fun with sophistication. He wore a red silky bandana looking belt for an added pop of color with his black pants.
“Hey Taehyung!” you greet him happily.
“Good evening, Miss ____. You look spectacular!” he complimented you immediately.
“So do you! It’s funny seeing you not in a t-shirt, though I’m sure you’re thinking the same thing,” you say.
“You’re charming even in your graphic tees, but this is a nice change of pace too,” Taehyung agreed.
“Hi! I’m Hyuna, ____’s roommate,” Hyuna butted in to shake his hand.
“Hi, I’m Taehyung, ____’s babysitting partner,” he introduced himself.
“We should get going,” you say politely before Hyuna could start to get chatty.
Hyuna mouthed an exaggerated “oh my god” coupled with a double thumbs up as you waved goodbye after Taehyung was already out the door. You playfully rolled your eyes but blew her a kiss anyway.
“I didn’t realize you lived so close to me,” Taehyung said as he pulled away from the curb.
“Yeah, it made the job even more appealing,” you nodded.
“I really am glad that you applied,” Taehyung said softly, as if to himself.
“Sorry, what was that?” you couldn’t hear him properly.
“Nothing! I said I’m glad you agreed to accompany me tonight!” Taehyung quickly stated.
“Thanks for inviting me out! I’m actually pretty excited,” you admitted.
The gallery was somewhere in the swanky part of downtown. You gazed out of the window at all of the high end stores Taehyung drove by. Everyone walking around the stores looked like supermodels, which was actually pretty intimidating. What if the people at the gallery looked like that too?
“We’re here!” Taehyung announced, interrupting your thoughts.
There was a decent amount of people wandering around the venue when you both entered. It was basically one big dimly lit room with spotlights on pieces scattered around on the walls plus some sculptures in the middle. Thankfully, the patrons already inside looked like normal people, most of them probably students like you.
“Taehyung!” someone called from the side of the room.
You both made your way towards the voice, only to find a man who was just as handsome as Taehyung greeting you with a bunny like smile. He had long hair that almost covered up his assorted dangly earrings. He definitely had art student vibes mixed with a dash of bad boy. The boys greeted each other with a ferocious hug, indicating that they’re probably good friends.
“Oh! What’s up, I’m Jungkook,” the boy shook your hand once he noticed you.
“She’s my babysitting partner this summer,” Taehyung said proudly.
“She’s replacing Jimin huh?” Jungkook laughed, “Taehyung and Jimin are like my brothers. We were all pretty close in college and are batchmates, even though I’m younger than them,” he stuck his tongue out at Taehyung.
“Yeah yeah okay whatever. Skipping grades in elementary school and bringing in a ton of transfer credits will help you do that I guess,” Taehyung shook his head even though he was still smiling.
“Are these your pictures?” you asked Jungkook, motioning to the mounted pictures behind him.
“Yeah! I took most of these in Madrid, I’ve been working abroad for my dream company,” Jungkook answered you proudly.
“Who’s this?” Taehyung pointed to a picture of a girl laughing by a giant tree.
“Yeah, she’s gorgeous!” you added.
“She’s um...a good friend. She was the perfect model,” Jungook said with a faraway look in his eyes that told you there was more to the story.
“Tell me more about her on our next phone call. Tonight is for celebrating you!” Taehyung picked up on Jungkook’s sudden change of tone.
You enjoyed listening to their old college stories as the boys reminisced about their past together. Jungkook relished telling you all of Taehyung’s embarrassing moments at various parties. Taehyung returned the favor by recalling Jungkook’s past run-ins with women. Despite his natural charm and god like looks, apparently Jungkook gets really nervous around girls.
You and Taehyung were on your own once Jungkook was flagged down by an older patron interested in purchasing some of his work. Taehyung stayed close to your side as you explored the rest of the gallery. Each artist was so incredibly talented as their pictures told stories with just a single frame.
“____ look! They have those fancy charcuterie boards!” Taehyung grabbed your hand and excitedly dragged you over to the snack table. You couldn’t help but smile at his childlike elation.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve been getting tired of being force fed fruit snacks every day,” you laughed as you ate the assorted appetizers.
“I completely understand. Unfortunately, the kids are too sweet when they want to share. I don’t have it in me to turn them down,” Taehyung agreed.
Once the food was eaten, you resumed walking through the gallery. It was fun making up stories to go with each picture. Taehyung seemed to gravitate towards adding a romantic twist to each story, while you opted for a bit of mystery. At the end of the event, Taehyung met up with Jungkook once more to say his goodbyes.
“Thanks again for coming with me, I had fun! I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Taehyung said as he drove you back.
“It was really neat! I liked hanging out with you outside of work,” you nodded.
“Would you say it was a successful date then?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow with curiosity. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened with surprise.
“Was...was this a date?” you asked quietly.
“Did you want it to be?” Taehyung teased.
“I wouldn’t have gotten so dressed up otherwise,” you said defensively, taken aback by his sudden cheekiness.
“I realized I should’ve clarified that after you had already left. My bad,” Taehyung shot you a boxy grin, “But then I figured maybe you would be more relaxed if I didn’t mention it.”
“That’s odd logic, but I guess it worked,” you admitted begrudgingly.
Taehyung walked you back up to your house. He sweetly kissed your cheek and bid you goodnight, leaving you frozen in place.
“S-see you on Monday!” was all you were able to stammer out, to which Taehyung just smiled and waved back.
Hyuna happily freaked out with you once you were back inside. She was watching you from the moment Taehyung pulled back up. She shrieked with excitement once you told her that Taehyung confirmed that it was a date. Hyuna didn’t let up with grilling questions about how your night went. She even asked if the Jungkook guy you met was single, to which you truthfully answered that you didn’t know.
“Besides, he told me himself that he’s scared of girls. You’re scary enough as is,” you teased her.
“Oh shut up. So is Taehyung like, your boyfriend now?” Hyuna asked the million dollar question.
“I don’t think so. I think it was just a date, but that’s a good start!” you declared optimistically.
Babysitting on Monday went on like normal. Taehyung didn’t act any differently, which was both concerning and relieving. You were in the backyard pretending to eat whatever dirt concoction the little kids were serving you.
“This one is for you,” Lucy quietly offered Taehyung a clump of dirt sprinkled with blades of grass, topped with a dandelion.
“Oh, how pretty! What is it?” Taehyung played along.
“It’s a love potion. The next person you hug will fall in love with you,” Lucy smiled.
A smirk crept on Taehyung’s face as he pretended to eat Lucy’s love potion. He made a satisfied “Ahh” sound that made Lucy giggle.
“Tae has to hug me now! He loves me the most!” Sam yelled as he ran over to latch onto Taehyung.
“No, Tae loves me!” Bel argued as he pulled on Taehyung’s shirt.
“That’s not how it works!” Lucy huffed as she yelled at the boys.
You watched with delight as the little kids chased Taehyung around the backyard, demanding that he has to hug them. It was easy for him to juke them out as they constantly ran back and forth. You were content with just watching them until Taehyung began to make a beeline for you.
“Oh no no no,” you cried as you got up to run.
Taehyung (and the kids) chased you around for a little bit. The backyard was on the smaller side, so there wasn’t much space to evade all of them coming for you at once. To make matters worse, Taehyung actually started to try and catch you. His speed was no joke; he was much more agile than you gave him credit for.
With one pounce, Taehyung tackled you to the ground. Somehow he managed to whip himself around while you were falling, so you ended up falling on him. Now wrapped up in his arms, Taehyung smiled up at you with a shit eating grin.
“I guess you have to fall in love with me now,” he smirked.
“You wish,” you laughed as you pulled yourself up.
“Aw now he loves Miss _____,” Sam pouted.
“No, now Miss ____ has to fall in love with Tae,” Ava corrected him.
“That’s dumb,” Kota shook his head.
“Tae! Kota said a bad word!” Bel immediately tattled.
“Kota, remember what I said about bad words. No one wants to play with someone who says mean things,” Taehyung chided him.
“Sorry,” Kota mumbled.
“Let’s play go play inside. Who wants juice?” Taehyung patted Kota’s head.
The kids followed Taehyung inside like little ducklings. You loved that sight, you always thought it was the cutest thing. The rest of the day went by without a hitch.
The topic of favorite movies came up during lunchtime the next day.
“I like Frozen 2,” Ava stated, and Lucy nodded furiously in agreement.
“Detective Pikachu was better. Pikachu is funny,” Sam interjected. The other little boys then began to argue about which pokemon was better/stronger.
“I’m not really a big movie watcher,” Taehyung confessed as he took a bite of a dino chicken nugget.
“Have you at least seen the classics? Harry Potter? Lord of the Rings? Star Wars?” you listed with concern.
“I’ve seen Harry Potter and Star Wars. I think I saw the Lord of the Rings? I can’t really remember. I know I wanted to watch the newer Lord of the Rings movies,” he chuckled at your growing disbelief.
“Newer Lord of the Rings? You mean the Hobbit series?” you were disgruntled.
“Yeah those. I didn’t realize you were a nerd,” he nudged you.
“What of it? All of those are great movies. I have copies of the Hobbit series if you ever wanted to watch them,” you offered.
“Do you wanna watch them with me?” he perked up.
“Sure, I love them! You wanna do a marathon? It’ll take up a full day though,” you warned.
“I’m down. Are you free this Sunday?”
“I believe so.”
“Great! I’m excited to see you geek out over hobbits. Okay kids, naptime!”
You drove up to Taehyung’s place Sunday morning, you weren’t kidding when you said it would take all day. Taehyung said to dress comfortably so you showed up in your sweatpants and oversized college tee. He answered the door wearing gray sweatpants and his favorite CELINE shirt. His dark fluffy hair fell over his forehead and was almost long enough to cover his eyes.
“Good morning! I hope you’re hungry. I made some waffles to eat while we watch the first movie,” he greeted you.
His humble abode smelled heavenly as the scent of dough tinged with a hint of cinnamon wafted through the air. The soft belgian waffles were delicious as they practically melted in your mouth. Taehyung asked a ton of questions with nearly every scene, but you didn’t mind. You were happy to flex your knowledge of Tolkien lore.
Hours later, you found yourself cuddled up with Taehyung as the final credits of the Battle of Five Armies began to roll. Taehyung was still trying to process everything that happened as he asked you clarifying questions about each character.
“Well crap, now I’m sad,” he pouted.
“Yeah, the ending is kind of a downer, but that’s what makes it so good! The Lord of the Rings has a happy ending if that makes you feel better,” you look up at him from his chest.
“You look cute like that,” he observed.
“Like what? Tiny from your angle?” you tilted your head.
“I guess so? Tiny, maybe submissive,” Taehyung’s voice lowered with his suggestion.
“Submissive? Is that how you see me?” you sit back up completely with defiance.
“Not at all. You’re pretty feisty, which is why making you be submissive is even more alluring,” he raised his eyebrow in a suggestive manner.
“Do you want me to be a damsel in distress for you? Not happening,” you smirked.
“Pretty princesses are good for one thing,” Taehyung hopped off the couch.
Before you could say anything, he promptly grabbed you and swung you over his shoulder. You were too shocked by his boldness and physical abilities to retaliate.
“They’re perfect for kidnapping!” he let out a dramatic evil laugh as he carried you off to his bedroom.
Once there, he roughly threw you on the bed. You couldn’t help but look around curiously since this was the first time you’ve ever seen his room. It was surprisingly neat; his bed was made and there were no messy clothing piles in sight.
“Are you an evil dragon then? Capturing princesses and such?” you teased.
“Evil dragon, dashing captor, I can be anything you want me to be. Just please not an orc,” he let out a chuckle before getting back into character, “Just know that you’re trapped here with me. No one is going to rescue you.”
“Oh no! What a terrible situation to be in! What on Earth is this extremely handsome dragon going to do with a poor defenseless princess like me?” you taunted.
“Ok this is all very hot but before we go any further, are you okay with this?” Taehyung asked sincerely.
“I can’t think of anything that I’ve wanted more,” you nodded.
“Perfect. Safe word is red,” he winked at you, “Now strip for me, princess.”
“And if I don’t?” you challenged.
Taehyung grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of your head and forcefully brought you up to his face, “I suggest not making me angry,” he sneered.
You didn’t think you were one for being manhandled, but god damn that was hot. There was already a tingle between your legs and he hadn’t even really touched you yet. You complied with his request, and quickly tore off your shirt and pants. Though you weren’t wearing any fancy lingerie, you were wearing a gray bra and gray panties that could pass off as matching.
“Mmm what a pretty treasure. It would be a shame to let it gounappreciated,” Taehyung stretched out that last word as he gently ran his fingers from your torso up to your neck before firmly grasping it.
Taehyung straddled you as his long fingers were wrapped around your neck. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss you. Though apprehensive at first, he gradually got more bold with it. His tongue dipped into your mouth the instant your lips parted. His other hand crept under your bra to fondle your breast.
“You take your clothes off too,” you said as soon as the kiss broke.
“You don’t get to make any demands, silly princess,” Taehyung shook his head.
You pouted and reached out to tug at his pants anyway. Big mistake. Taehyung slapped your hand away and slammed you back onto the bed.
“You don’t listen, huh? I’ll have to do something about that. Stay still or else you’ll make things worse for yourself,” he ordered.
You reluctantly obeyed, partly because you were curious about what he was going to do, and partly because you were actually intimidated by him. He returned back to the bed a few seconds later, but with a familiar silky red belt in hand.
“Give me your hands. Good girl,” he smiled deviously as he bound them together, “Remember the safe word is red, okay?” he gently reminded you.
He looked down at you with a satisfied grin as he began to take off his sweatpants. He had an obvious bulge in his underwear that outlined his massive dick. You were further entranced by his physique when he took off his shirt. He wasn’t ripped, but he was still fit, as you could plainly see when his chest was finally revealed.
“Open wide, princess,” he demanded.
You opened your mouth, and even flattened your tongue out a little bit for him. He pulled his cock out of his underwear, finally exposing his full length. You doubted you could fit even half of him in your mouth, but at this point it wasn’t up to you.
Taehyung lowered himself down to you, and teasingly tapped the tip of his cock on your tongue. He slowly eased himself into your mouth, forcing you to open your mouth even wider to account for his girth. He made his way back out once you gagged. He grabbed your head to hold you steady as he fucked your mouth once more. He got closer and closer to the back of your throat until he finally hit it. All you could focus on was breathing as tears welled up in your eyes. Taehyung thrusted a couple more times before he pulled out completely.
“Good girl indeed. Well done, princess,” he softly stroked your chin before wiping your tears away. All you could do was smile meekly back at him.
“Don’t worry, it’s time for your reward,” Taehyung smiled down at you as his hand slipped under your panties, “Oh you’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you.”
He positioned himself between your thighs after he tore off your panties. His thumb fiddled with your clit, causing you to squirm. He placed a strong grip on your thigh to hold you down as he circled your clit faster. Your helpless whimpers were music to Taehyung’s ears.
Without warning, he easily stuck two fingers into you. He didn’t even let you adjust as he rapidly fingered you, his fingers curving to graze your g-spot with every stroke. His tongue swirled around your clit, adding even more toe curling sensations.
Him adding a third finger was the catalyst for the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. There wasn’t even a build up, everything just hit you at once. Suddenly you were crying out even louder as you violently came. Did it occur to you that you were squirting all over Taehyung and his bed? No. Were you doing exactly that? Absolutely.
“Delicious,” Taehyung said as he licked his lips, “Look at the fucking mess you made.”
“I-i’m sorry,” you managed to stutter, you were still recovering from your orgasm.
“It’s only fair that it’s my turn to make a mess now. Do I need to get a condom, princess?” he cooed.
You weakly shook your head. You needed to feel all of him, right now. Taehyung chuckled at your neediness as he aligned himself with your pussy. He slowly inserted his entire length into you until the base of his cock touched your soaked pussy. You moaned together as he stayed still for a second. You looked up to see Taehyung’s face lit up with pure bliss.
“You’re still so fucking wet,” he growled as he began to mercilessly buck his hips into you.
You moaned with every thrust as Taehyung shook the entire bed. Taehyung placed both of your legs on his shoulders, allowing him to hit you even deeper from this new angle. He leaned over to plant his lips on your neck as he fucked you. What started as a gentle peck took a violent turn as he harshly sucked on your neck. He left dark spots wherever his lips touched, and soon you were covered in dark blooms.
“Do you want me to soil your back or your chest?” he asked in a guttural tone.
“Back?” you answer dubiously.
You were immediately flipped over. You were laying flat on your chest waiting for him to prop up your ass, but he never did. Instead, he simply spread your legs wider and fucked you flat against the bed. Taehyung grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks to get a better view of your sopping pussy. You could feel another orgasm brewing as he fucked even deeper into you, and his cock was continuously dragging against your g-spot.
“Taehyung, I--”
“I know, princess. Let it all out. I want to feel you come on my dick,” he demanded.
A few more strong strokes was all it took for you to go limp under him as your orgasm took over. Seconds after you hit your high, Taehyung pulled out and came all over your back.
Once you were all cleaned up, Taehyung untied you and kissed your forehead.
“How was it, princess?” he asked as he stroked your hair.
“I’ve never been fucked by a beast before, but now I don’t want anything else,” you admitted before kissing his neck.
“Good. I was worried about going overboard. As I told you before, I really like getting into character,” he laughed.
“I’ve never been into roleplay but I’m willing to change for you. Oh shit, it’s late already,” you noticed the time on his alarm clock.
“Just stay the night. I don’t think the kids will care if you’re wearing sweatpants or not. I can lend you a turtleneck to cover up those hickies though,” Taehyung yawned.
“Are you sure?” you questioned.
“Yeah, I don’t mind. Be warned, I’m a cuddler,” he pulled you closer to him.
“I guess I can sleep in a little later then,” you reasoned.
“Perfect. Goodnight, princess,” he quickly kissed your lips.
“You’re sleeping like that?”
“Like what?”
“Butt naked?”
“I can put clothes on if it makes you uncomfortable. I just figured it would make things easier for tomorrow morning,” he said sleepily.
“Tomorrow morning?” that got your attention.
“You’ll see! Be patient, princess. Night night.”
Never in a million years would you have guessed that applying for a babysitting job would result in this, but you weren’t complaining.
Published April 17, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2021 Baepsaesbae.
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Day 100: Skinny Dipping
Okay. First: can you believe that this is number 100?!
Second: Thank you so, so much for the support and love on these little fics as I've written them. You're all so lovely and I am so grateful for you!
Last: I will keep filling prompts for as long as there are prompts in my inbox (currently, we are up to 173 prompts total: 73 more to go!). I may start alternating them with chapters that I'm working on for longer fics- we'll see how it goes!
Without further ado, please enjoy!
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"Get back here!" Harry hissed as he stumbled off after Draco, across the front lawn and down toward the great lake.
Draco laughed, tipping his head back in his merriment and Harry couldn't help but admire the way the moonlight gleamed against his shiny blonde hair. "Why don't you make me, Professor Potter?" he called over his shoulder. "What are you going to do? Take away house points?"
He laughed, too, he couldn't help himself as he ran, trying to catch up to his absolutely insane partner. Draco slipped into the trees around the lake, continuing to run until they were a good distance away from the castle.
Abruptly the other man stopped and turned to face Harry as he tugged his shirt off.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked, his fingers already reaching for the other man.
"I'm going to go for a swim," he said with a grin.
"In the Great Lake, in the middle of the night?" Harry yelped.
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"Yep," Draco replied, popping the 'p' and making Harry want to grab him and kiss him. But Draco darted back again out of Harry's reach, tossing his shirt and hitting Harry right in the face.
When Harry managed to get himself untangled, he saw that Draco had taken off his shoes and socks and was starting at the button on his trousers.
"Are you really planning on skinny dipping in the lake?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Why not?" Draco said, shoving his trousers and pants down in one smooth motion, leaving him standing completely nude, his pale body ethereal in the moonlight. He looked part faye, Harry couldn't help but think; lovely, unattainable, and just a little dangerous.
Before Harry could unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth, Draco winked at him and then took off running to the edge of the little cliff and dove off into the water.
He made his way over to the edge and looked down into the water just as Draco resurfaced, laughing, his long hair sticking to his face. "Come on!"
"You're insane!" Harry shouted back.
"Come on!" Draco insisted, splashing water in Harry's direction. "I've done this before, everything's going to be fine. The giant squid is sleeping and the mermaids will be over near the Slytherin's windows all the way across the lake."
"I'm not getting in the lake with you!"
"Oh, come on," he huffed, "Scared Potter?" he taunted, eyes twinkling. "Mellowing out in your old age?"
"You're absolutely barking mad," Harry said even as he started to strip out of his shirt. Once he had everything off, he took a deep breath and jumped over the edge, curling his body into a ball as he fell through the air and splashed in next to Draco.
The cool water was refreshing and Harry's entire body relaxed as the water pushed him back to the surface.
When his head popped back above water Draco was there next to him, "See? Was that so bad?" he asked.
"Come here," Harry murmured, grasping Draco by the hips and pulling him in until their bodies were touching as they tread water. "Kiss me," he breathed.
Draco smiled and cupped his cheek as he kissed him, water easing the way and making it hard to know just where one of them stopped and the other began. They kissed and splashed around, and Harry was just starting to feel at ease when they heard a throat being cleared and both of their heads popped up.
"Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy. What a surprise." McGonagall drawled.
"Err," Harry said, sinking below the water as far as he could.
"It was Harry's idea," Draco blurted.
"It was not!" Harry protested, shoving at his shoulder.
She rolled her eyes, "Gentlemen, I beg you to remember that you are teachers now. Role models. Don't forget just how much wandering the two of you did at night when you were young."
"Sorry," Harry said, suitably chastised.
"It won't happen again, Headmistress."
"See that it doesn't," she replied with a nod. As she turned to walk away she called over her shoulder, "Some disillusionment charms or protective spells the next time wouldn't go awry."
"Yes, ma'am," they both chorused.
She was fully out of sight when Draco burst out laughing and Harry thought to cast a muffliato and a notice-me-not.
"I can't believe you," Harry grumbled, "Telling her it was my fault."
"Oh, you're her favorite. It's fine."
He shook his head but tugged Draco closer again, "You're trouble."
With a grin, Draco asked, "Shall I include that in my vows? 'I promise to always keep you in trouble'?"
"Vows, hmm?" Harry asked, tracing the trail a water droplet had made on Draco's neck with his tongue.
"Yes," he said. "You'd better propose soon. Mother's got her heart set on a summer wedding next year."
He laughed and nibbled on Draco's chin, "I'm not proposing in the Great Lake after we just got chastised like naughty school children."
"Alright, I look forward to the surprise," Draco replied, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck to kiss him for one more long moment. Then he said, "We should get out."
"Why?" Harry asked suspiciously.
He smiled sweetly, "If you stay in too long, the grindylows find you."
Harry felt fairly certain he'd never gotten out of water faster in his life.
Draco followed along behind, laughing hysterically, before casting a drying charm at Harry and then at himself. "You're ridiculous and I love you," he murmured, leaning in and kissing Harry one more time.
"And you are still trouble."
Draco looked up at him, "And you wouldn't want me any other way."
That much was true. Harry loved him and true to his word, Draco would keep him in trouble until the day he died. Draco Malfoy was the greatest adventure of his life.
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Day 99: Risk | Day 101: Zoo
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Sparks pt.1
Quicksilver is my current obsession and I’ve been missing his content especially x-men content so I decided to create this fic! Hey y’all this is gonna be my first fic on this account so excited to share it with y’all Be sure to like, follow and comment to let me know what you think! (Full disclosure it’s been a while since I’ve watched the X-Men movies so some facts may be off. I am gonna try and rewatch them soon)
Word Count: 1214
Peter noticed that there were more people than usual gathered outside the school when he arrived. He had just come back from his house, going home for the weekend to restock on his supplies of various hostess snacks. There was a gym bag slung over his shoulder filled with them and a new walkman which just happened to end up in his bag when he was speeding through a convenience store. Totally not stealing.
There seemed to be an event of some kind going on, he cocked his head to the side and took another bite of his twinkie, his fifth one in the last hour. There also seemed to be a lot of noise and faint music coming from the house. Maybe Charles finally decided to loosen up and let him have the summer party he’d been bugging him about for the last couple months. He took one last bit of this Twinkie before readjusting his goggles and zooming up the path that led to the school. Time slowed as he picked up speed, the bees that buzzed past seemed to move in slow motion, he smirked and sped up even more.
He came to a stop a few meters away from the entrance of the school. Even as he stopped the world around him remained frozen, everyone stuck in their current positions, as he was free to roam. Peter looked around and saw a banner hanging from the archway of the school. It read, New Students Welcome. The writing was clearly Jubilee's and it was covered in glitter, as he passed underneath it some of it rained down on him. It was colored blue and yellow, horrible color choices in his opinion. So it was orientation day then, not his summer bash of the century, bummer. That didn't mean he couldn't have some fun messing with the newbies. Charles was sitting outside the school, hand extended greeting a new student. Peter ran up to the student and messed up his perfectly combed hair and flicked his finger against his chest every so slightly. He then proceeded to terrorize the rest of the newcomers, tying their shoelaces together or swapping their suitcases with one another. He even messed with some of the school's current students, stealing Scott’s sunglasses, moving Jean away from Scott and posing her and some new kid so it looked like they were making out. Placing a spider in Jubilee’s hair. He stood back and admired his handwork, planning on zooming away to his dorm before getting caught. But then he saw Kurt out of the corner of his eye. Of course this wouldn't be complete without messing with his favorite blue buddy. As he ran up to Kurt he noticed that he was talking to someone with a smile frozen on his features. That was rare, Peter slug his arm around Kurt and followed his eyes to see who was making him smile in that way. It was a girl with (y/h/l) (y/h/c) hair, she was wearing a Queen band shirt tucked into a pair of blue jean shorts. Her hair was blowing around her face, which was lit up in a brilliant smile, eyes squeezed shut as she laughed at something that Kurt had just said.
Peter felt himself smile as he looked at you, maybe with you here this place wouldn't be as unbearable. A tinge of annoyance wiggled his way into his heart at the fact that you were laughing with Kurt instead of with him. He continued to stare at you until he realized the whole reason he had come over to you guys to begin with. He took out a sharpie he had pocketed from the convenience store, he popped the cap off with his teeth and twirled it for a moment before deciding what to do with it. He decided to doodle a mustache on Kurt’s upper lip. He then turned to you, marker still in hand. He looked at you for a moment more before deciding that he wasn't going to mess with you, at least for now. That was until he saw the yellow scrunchie on your wrist. Surely you wouldn’t notice if it went missing, and if you did he’d have a reason to talk to you. He slipped it off your arm holding your hand in his, taking a silent note of how well it fit in his own. He took the scrunchie and stuffed it into his pocket along with the Sharpie. He then made a move to dash away thinking about how he could dash back and make a grand entrance. One that would hopefully impress you. But fate had other plans as he moved to run. He tripped over Kurt’s tail and landed flat on his face. Time caught up with him and everything seemed to happen all at once. The new kid fell back on his butt, Jubilee screamed for someone to get the spider off her, Jean pushed away the kid that she had been set up with and Scott gritted his teeth in an annoyance. A loud collective shouting of Peter rang out.
Kurt poofed away in surprise and you let a little laugh out at his expense. Peter was sprawled out on the floor, hair a mess. He was cursing under his breath about Kurt and his stupid tail and how he was gonna chop it off one of these days. He made a move to try and get up before you noticed him but Kurt reappeared on top of Peter. Peter let out a groan in protest of the unwelcomed weight. Kurt’s voice joined the chorus of cursing Peter’s name. You looked at Kurt with an eyebrow raised and let out an airy laugh “Peter? Who’s Peter?”
An annoyed look rested on Kurt’s face as he pointed down to the silver speedster still laying at your feet. You looked down to see Peter lying on the ground frozen as you locked eyes with him. He felt his face turn red and cleared his throat letting out a choked “Hi.” An octave too high. He then got up a record speed, knocking Kurt off him, pushing past the crowd and disappearing inside the school. He clutched his gym bag to his chest trying to calm himself down as he ripped into a Twinkie. His heart was beating incredibly fast and he could feel his face getting warmer by the second. He couldn't believe that he had made such a fool out of himself in front of you. He peered around the corner and saw you helping up Kurt with a smile on your face. Great, he had helped you guys get closer.
You helped Kurt back to his feet as you picked up the snack cakes that had fallen out of Pete’s gym bag during his getaway. “Peter seems-”
Kurt cut you off, ‘Annoying.”
You let out a little snort. I was gonna say “interesting.”
“If you say so.” Kurt changed the subject and offered to carry in your bags. Your reluctantly gave him one and you both made your way into the school. Peter watched you two as you came in and promised that the next time you meant he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself.
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can’t help it (arvin russell x reader)
request (summary): @dhtomholland : hi !! i have an arvin request... what if arvin easily gets jealous when boys hit on y/n at school or jus try to talk to her and it was cute at first but y/n get annoyed at some point which leads to a small fight but arvin makes it up to her w flowers and telling her he jus wants to protect her 🥺🥺🥺
word count: 1.7k
warnings: language ofc, angst, fluff
edited: i also kinda forgot halfway through writing this that u requested he wanted to protect, i changed that up a bit sorry !!! also why the fuck am is my gifs not loading grrr
a/n: awwee this requesttt,, sorry for the late response. i’m not as quick as i used to be w requests
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You like Arvin a lot, that’s something you couldn’t deny. But lord, ever since you started dating this boy you don’t think you could ever get used to his temper and overprotective attitude. You appreciated it, of course, it’s just that there were many times when he’d let it get the best of him.
There was this one time he was picking you up from school, but you weren’t at the front like you usually were. So he decides to park and walk to your locker to see if you were there. You’re there, but with the company of someone else. His heart rate spikes at the sight of someone, or to be more specific, some candy-ass boy talking to you. He slowly walks over, not wanting to startle the both of you, and listens in on the conversation.
“I- I could help ya with the homework for math class. If y- you want of course,” the sweet, frail boy whose name is Cole, offers you.
You smile softly and nod while closing your lockers, “I would appreciate that a lot! I think I’m free—”
Before you could even finish your sentence you notice Cole huddle in fear before you. “Hi,” you hear a familiar voice from behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist and places his chin upon your shoulder.
“Oh, hey Arvin,” you murmur softly and glance over at him. You know what he’s up to so you push him off slightly to return to your conversation with the other boy.
“Uhm, h- hello there. A- Arvin,” Cole mutters and cowers underneath Arvin’s piercing glare.
You huff and shove your boyfriend aside. “Don’t mind him, like I was saying. I think I can after Sunday Mass, by the trees and tables if that’s alright?”
He gulps as he averts his eyes back and forth between the both of you. “Y- Yeah, is that okay?”
“I just said it’s alright—?” you stifle a laugh until you get cut off.
“Yeah, just studying though. If she tells me otherwise, I’ll cut your—'' Arvin threatens, causing every ounce of color from Cole’s face to drain.
“I’ll see you Sunday, Cole! Bye!” you immediately pull Arvin away and squeeze his hand harshly. “What is the matter with you!?”
“What?” he asks cluelessly and looks back at Cole who had already run off in complete fear and embarrassment.
“That poor boy. He’s just asking to study with me, that’s all,” you smack his arm.
He scoffs and shrugs you off. “Doll, I know you’re dull sometimes but c’mon. Every boy in the school probably wants you. Even boys like him, they just got some type of strategy or some shit,” he runs a hand through his hair and avoids your piercing glare.
“Dull? First off, fuck you. Second, every boy? Arvin, grow up baby. I’m yours, and only yours. M’ pretty damn sure everyone knows that. Now fucking apologize or else I’m walking home,” you stop in your tracks and cross your arms.
He stops as well and turns towards you, giving you a blank expression. You remain firm and raise an eyebrow at him, almost testing him to try you. “Sweetcakes, m’ sorry,” he groans and takes a step towards you.
You take a step back and raise both your eyebrows, continuing to stay stubborn. “Sorry, what?”
He takes one more look at you and wavers in defeat. He trudges over to you and falls into your arms, stuffing his face in your neck. You stifle a laugh and hold him up, hugging him close. “I’m sorry for threatening that stupid boy with dumb glasses. I just really like you and don’t want nobody touchin’ my girl. Nobody. Not even God. I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I won’t get jealous or overprotective again,” he drags out his words and whines against your skin.
You throw your head back and giggle. “Arvin! Okay, okay. You big softie. Apology accepted stupid. But, you better apologize to him too, okay?” you push him off you and glance into his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. Kiss?” he pouts and leans towards your face. You roll your eyes and oblige, pecking his lips. You walk off towards his car and he let out another whine, complaining about how the kiss was too short.
You love how you’re able to bring out this vulnerable and softer side to Arvin. You’re lucky enough that he even started dating you. It shock you that the boy had emotions. You’re only partly joking about that. It’s a true miracle the way you make him fall to his knees for you. You both couldn’t get enough of each other. Though, there were days where Arvin really got on your nerves.
He just promised the other day to not get too jealous or overprotective, didn’t he? Yet, here is now cursing out the same boy who helped you with your studies behind the school’s building. “What the fuck do you want with her? Huh? I saw the way you look at her, don’t you lie to me boy damnit!” he raises his voice at Cole.
Cole stumbles back and hits the wall as Arvin holds his collar, “I- I swear it’s nothing like that Arvin! I promise, I’m just helping her out that’s all! W- We’re just classmates, I’d never try to meddle. Please man!” he begins to weep covering his face as Arvin raises his fist.
“Arvin Eugene Russell!” the two boys hear a louder voice from behind them. There you stand with an infuriated expression. Your jaw clenched your face red and your hands on your hips.
Arvin mutters a handful of curses underneath his breath and lets go of Cole reluctantly. Cole plops down on the floor and hugs his knees to his chest as he watches the argument unravel between you and Arvin.
“Doll, this isn’t what it looks like. I was just lecturing him I swear—” Arvin holds his hands up in defense.
You completely ignore his attempts to redeem himself and brush past him, helping Cole up. “I am so sorry, are you okay?” you ask softly.
He wipes away his tears and nods in response. “Y- Yeah I’m okay, thank you. I should probably go now. I’ve caused enough problems,” he pulls away from your grasp and plays with his hands.
“No, you haven’t caused anything. I think he should go now,” you turn your head towards Arvin and send him a warning glare. He stares at you back in disbelief and clenches his jaw. You both stare at each other for a little longer, as if you were both challenging eachother to see who would back down. Arvin’s the first to crack. He scoffs and turns sharply on his heel, making his way back to his car.
“I- I’m so sorry, Y/n,” Cole bubbles sadly and wipes the sweat beads off his forehead. “I really am.”
“Don’t be stupid, you’re fine. It’s my damn boyfriend’s problem, not ours. Come on, let’s go grab some ice cream,” you sigh and walk ahead, leaving him scrambling to catch up with you.
After the nice hangout with your newly made friend, he walked you home and apologized once more which almost made you slap the boy. Though it was calming to spend time with a friend other than your boyfriend, you still couldn’t believe Arvin’s recent behavior.
You know he can get overprotective, but jealousy is something you never expected. You take your mind off of him once again by doing some homework until your peace is interrupted by the sound of loud knocks on your front door. “I’m coming! Jesus,” you yell frustatingly as the pounding on your poor wood gets louder. You open the door to see Arvin with a guilty expression, a heap of flowers in one hand and a dozen of pop in the other. You raise an eyebrow at him and lean against your doorway.
Your silence pushes him to speak up. “Look, I’m. I- I’m,” he grumbles out and avoids your gaze, staring at the ground.
“I’m?” you decide to poke at him and cross your arms, enjoying the entertainment in front of you.
“I didn’t mean to,” he huffs and holds out the things he brought, looking back at you.
Your face now remains unamused. “Come again?”
“Christ, woman,” he rolls his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m fucking sorry I almost beat the kid. I just hated the way his beady little shit eyes were staring at you. I coulda sworn the fucker was going to take you from me. I don’t want anyone to take you from me. I mean I know you’re not mine— No you’re mine, but not in a possessive way or something. I don’t know. I’m trying here, hell. I just, I’m just scared one day you’re gonna find someone better than some ditz like me,” he lets the bottled up feelings spill out his mouth like word vomit.
You look at him surprised and purse your lips, examining his face. He finally makes eye-contact with you and smiles weakly. You stifle a laugh and pull him into a bone-crushing hug that causes him to let out a soft gasp. He places down the flowers and pop, wrapping his arms around you instinctively. “Now you listen here fool, like I’ve said a million times. I’m yours, okay? I know I ain’t your object, and I’m glad you know that too. But nobody is gonna take me from you. Nobody, not even Paul Anka,” you tease quietly, earning a chuckle from him that makes you smile in content. “Wanna know why?”
He presses a warm kiss against your shoulder and sighs, “Why?”
“Cus I love your dumbass,” you murmur into his ear and rub his back comfortingly.
He tenses a bit and smiles happily, stuffing his face in your neck. “I love you too,” he mumbles incoherently into your skin.
You giggle and run a hand through his hair, massaging his scalp. “Can you promise me not to do anythin’ like that again?”
“No,” he admits and begins to sway your body as he holds you.
You whine breathlessly and pull away to look at him. “Arvin! Why the hell not?”
He grins cheekily and shrugs nonchalantly, “Because I can’t help it.”
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just what we need, another crazed mon-hell worshipper to disturb the fandom peace and make apologies for a sexist, slave-owning, heterosexual piece of crap. i don’t know whether you used to be a part of the fandom or not since you made a new blog, but if you were, you weren’t missed and you probably should have stayed away, because i promise, absolutely no one wants you back <3
Five days. Literally five days of being back and I’m already getting stuff like this. Normally I would just try to ignore this, but unfortunately for you, anon, you caught me on a day when I have some big stuff happening and my emotions are very high. Which means I have the capacity to be angry at you right now and I am absolutely going to.
First things first, I am not a Mon-El “worshipper.” I am not writing a Karamel-centric fic. Mon-El is not my favorite character. I just happen to think the ship is cute and sweet and gets an unfair amount of hate, and if I need a romance in one of my stories, it’s gonna be them. This latest fic called for a romance. That romance is Karamel. And I ask you…so what?? With all the Supercorp stories out there, I promise you won’t die from content-starvation if a few people dare to write something else. What’s it to you?
Second things second, let’s not use heterosexual as an insult, ‘kay? Straight is not a slur and it’s just as valid as any other sexual orientation. Period. End of sentence.
Third things third, yes, I was a part of the fandom. And guess what I wrote? Gen or ship-ambiguous stuff so that people could enjoy it regardless of what they shipped. Wanna know why I stopped doing that?
I stopped because of all the psychotic shippers that popped up in my inbox claiming to love my work and demanding I turn it explicitly Supercorp so they could “love it even more,” then insulting me and belittling me when I refused.
I stopped because I found out how much the Supercorp fans had been bullying the cast members, particularly the guys (primarily Chris and Jeremy from what I saw, but apparently y’all have been making Staz’s life pretty difficult too since I stepped away).
I stopped because I saw how absolutely gross and disturbing some of you acted towards Melissa when she married Chris, and how some of you have been stalking every detail of the woman’s life ever since, hating on her husband for everything he does and inventing imaginary signs of everything from divorce to domestic violence just for the sake of a fictional ship between fictional characters.
I stopped because of the bloody idiot who showed up in my messages to inform me that I could not call Lena an abuser because I had no experience with abuse. When I told them I spent fifteen years with a narcissistic, emotionally and verbally abusive father, I was treated to a lecture on why I was not truly abused because nothing physical took place and “you felt safe enough to be angry about it, if you were really abused you would be more subdued.”
I stopped because of one simple reason- a large portion of the SC fandom is comprised of hateful, hurtful bullies, and I could no longer, in good conscience, allow myself to write things for that ship, even ambiguous stuff. The only thing you guys ever accomplish with your behavior is to turn people away from you and your ship. I’m living proof of that, and I’m willing to bet that by the end of Season 6, the show will be too. But I’m back now, and I’m writing what I want to write without any fear of what anyone else will say about it, and I don’t care if anyone “wants me back” or not. What someone else wants is not my problem.
A side note- before receiving this lovely little screed from you, I had exactly one post up. One. Tagged with Karamel. Which means you only found me by stalking the tag of the ship you hate, presumably searching for people to harass. In which case, get some therapy. Or a life.
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Social Media Anon here!
Holy Moly! I did NOT see that coming!
We had advertising, J2 reunited, the promise of a cameo by Jensen, Kansas and the promise of SPN nods throughout and Walker gets A SERIES SECOND LOW.
Jensen hasn't been on screen in 2 years, we were LITERALLY promised a show of SPN Easter eggs at Easter...and the show LOST another 50k in viewers.
It did tick up to .10 in demographic indicating viewer rotation, but I was expecting a big up tick in SPN fans on a curiosity/nostalgia basis. Perhaps the plus 7? will pick up...
This is not good news for Jensen or Jared. Jensen couldnt convert to viewers and neither could that golden egg (damaged by Jared) J2.
Both these actors need to work with their publicists (Jensen just hired one) they are really becoming irrelevant to core fans on this showing and actor/celebs need to things a. To be a viewer draw b. To sell merch.
I am SHOCKED that that episode got no traction despite the advertising and promotion...
This will not be what J2 were expecting..
When I saw this message in my inbox, I was actually shocked at the results. Now I don’t see anything outside of what Jensen and Jared post on instagram or Twitter when I pop in there, but it seemed like there wasn’t much advertising? I could be totally wrong here but all I saw was Jensen posting about directing when they were filming, and then the week of he brought it up? Jared didn’t post about it until the day of or the next day or something I think?
I’m not an expert but if I was them, I would have been trying to plug it all over the place. Either they figured they’d just draw people in naturally without trying, or neither of them cared enough to plug it.
I think the skeptical side of me didn’t expect a huge turnout because I know the prequelgate thing really caused a bit dent in things, but I expected some uptick. I know there were some fans who weren’t convinced to watch because they don’t like Walker or because there wasn’t enough incentive to watch (bigger Jensen cameo, more Easter eggs, whatever the case), but dang.
With other things Jensen has done recently, he seems to be decent at promoting it (not great obviously, but decent) so it kinda looks like he just didn’t care about this enough to make a big deal of it. I know we don’t really have much to compare it to but with TB stuff he seems to post more about it, with SPN he was a lot better at promoting but it seems like he doesn’t care. I could be totally wrong, but that’s what it reads. Hiring a publicist is probably a good idea because he’s never been a big social media guy, he really gives off technologically challenged dad vibes. I remember an interview he did (I think I have the tiktok saved of it) where he said he didn’t like the idea of someone controlling his social media presence but maybe the publicist is going to give him some tips.
That got kinda side-tracky and I apologize. Bottom line is that this was a shocking result for sure!
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Man you really should have thought this through. You had spent your life as a closeted gainer. Frustratingly unable to ever put on weight that would stick.
Like many in your position you found some solace in works of fiction online describing guys blowing up and packing on doughy lard. Sometimes the stories were gradual and realistic, but others would feature something that would produce rapid, massive gains, those were always your favorite.
So one day when a message came across your inbox on your favorite gainer site that seemed to promise these types of results, your interest was piqued. The message was big and flashy, noting in several places to guarantee immediate, permanent gains of your choice. It's hard to take any message like this seriously, but when you saw the price it seemed reasonable. You decided to indulge, even though it'll surely turn out to be just a bit of harmless fun.
The site linked to the message offered brightly colored vials of its special gain formula in three options, chubby, huge, and blob. You of course chose the latter. In your fantasies you often dreamt of possessing a body near the four digits, a far cry from your current 151. A mountain made to consume and produce lard.
When the box arrived on your doorstep a few days later, you excitedly brought it in and ripped it open. Putting aside your doubts to further the fantasy you examined the vial inside while plopping down onto your bed. It's purpleish hue was enticing, but when you popped the rubber cork off the top you were dismayed to realize it smelled just like grape koolaid.
Hah, well what were you expecting? This must be the most expensive grape koolaid I've ever bought. "Well, might as well not let it go to waste" you say to yourself as you gulp it down.
You shuffle back to the head of your bed as you sulk about this latest letdown. This feeling however doesn't last long as you start to feel a bubbling deep in your stomach. You lift your shirt up and find your belly starting to pout out. The feeling quickly spreads to the rest of your body as the same transformation beings to take place elsewhere.
You're stunned. True to its word, the formula was increasing your weight rapidly. Within seconds your clothes were toast. Your eyes dart around your body, first back to your belly surging forward and taking up more and more of your lap, from your arms billowing out with saggy flesh, to your moobs, my god you had moobs, spreading out atop, all nestled on an ever widening base. A minute in you have to be closing in on 500lbs with no signs of slowing down, you continue to sit and admire your impossible gain. Just shy of another minute later you feel the changes tapering down.
"Woah" you gasp loudly, partially due to the situation you just went though, but also partly due to the fact that your breathing, well, it's just like that now, your lungs buried under piles and piles of new flesh.
You gaze out over your expanse, your monstrous belly dominating it. You feel it resting on the tops of your pudgy feet. A tiny story detail you had always relished in, but this, this was real. You guessed your weight to be close to, if not more than your goal weight. A gain of around 800lbs in the course of two minutes, you'll say it again "woah." A blob to be sure.
You go to lift your arm to touch your belly and find that you have to exert a lot more force just to move its heft. You push and lift it up partially, your saggy arm flesh never losing contact with your moobs and side rolls. You slam it back down after simply letting go and letting its flab rocket it back down. The motion causing ripples and waves across your expansive flesh that to your delight take a long time to dissipate. You smile as you realize you have finally gotten everything you could have wanted and more. The end...
See, here's the thing to know if you somehow find yourself in a real-life gainer story such as myself that you don't know going in. While your favorite stories find a way to wrap up on a high note like that, you'll find that reality is a much crueler bitch.
Coming down from your bliss you ponder on what to do next. You really want to take your whole body in, so a trip to your spare room with the full length mirrors is in line. You instinctively go to move your body as you normally would 10 minutes and 800lbs ago, but in what really shouldn't be a surprise, you don't move at all.
The new weight really finally lands on your shoulders to crush you in more ways than one. Oh fuck, of course I'm immobile. You don't get to this size without it. Concern sets in as you try to think of what to do next. You scan your room to find your phone so you can call for help.
You heart sinks as you see it sitting on your desk. Mere feet away it's no problem in any other situation. "Fuck" you say to yourself out loud this time, but getting your phone is your only option.
With reignited fervor you resolve to find a way to propel your body there. You start rocking back and forth as best you can, hoping you can scooch yourself to the edge of the bed. From there, well, we'll think of what to do next if and when we get there.
The rocking of course turns you on despite your duress. Deep inside your new fat pad, you become aware of your dick rock hard and leaking. At least it's still in the fantasy, but in reality it's yet another problem you are powerless to resolve, albeit much less of a priority.
Several minutes and buckets of sweat later your plan has worked and you find yourself sitting on the edge of your bed with your pudgy feet assumedly touching the floor. Your mass covered in a sweaty sheen is really a sight to see. "Goddammit, huff... I would love... to be able... to enjoy this... right now," you curse to yourself.
So what to do next. Can you walk? It seems risky. Your desk is really only a step away (for a normal man), you think you can reach your phone if you extend your arm out as far as you can. You start to reach, exhausted by the work it took to get you here and by the effort required to keep your ham hock in the air, let-alone stretching out to reach. You're miles away from grasping your phone. You lean your whole body forward since your belly is not giving you a lot of leeway in the bending department.
You stretch and wiggle your pudgy digits in a feigned effort to reach just a little further. The thought of your sausage roll fingers not being able to grasp or operate it if you reach it flashes across your mind, causing your dick to tingle.
You're mere inches away from your phone now, your lifeline to call for help. Which who knows, may come in the form of a food delivery man instead of emergency services, you think as your spirits are lifted again due to your progress.
This, however, is short lived as you reach a literal tipping point where your belly avalanches downward, pulling you helplessly with it. You slam to the floor with a loud thud, with additional sounds of the wooden beams of your floor splintering due to your ponderous mass.
Fuck, you really should have thought this through.
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