#I KEPT GETTING ANONS CALLING ME A STALKER AND I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT THEY WERE TALKING AB SO I HAD TO DIG

[hailtheorigamiking]

HEY GUYS IF YOU GET A WEIRD DM FROM SOMEONE ACCUSING ME OF STALKING OR SENDING HATE ASKS TO PEOPLE ITS NOT TRUE.

IDK WHERE THEY GOT IDEA BUT ME OR MY FRIENDS WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH ANY SORT OF "FANDOM DRAMA" PAST ME BOOSTING THE CALLOUT DOC DETAILING MY EXPERIENCES TRUTHFULLY, AND I'VE BEEN DOING MY BEST TO ACTIVELY AVOID AND IGNORE THE INDIVIDUAL ACCUSING ME SO WE CAN ALL FEEL SAFE AND MOVE PAST IT. I HAVE NOT SENT A SINGLE ASK TO THEM AND I ASKED ALL MY FRIENDS, WHO HAVE NO REASON TO LIE BECAUSE WE DON'T LIKE THIS PERSON, AND THEY SWORE IT WASNT THEM AND THAT THEY NEVER WOULD.

I'VE BEEN BLOCKED LONG AGO BY THE PERSON SO I'M UNABLE TO TELL THEM IT ISN'T ME. i was blocked while asking them to stop posting about me.

to you: SORRY PEOPLE ARE TORMENTING YOU. BUT IT'S NOT ME. AND IT'S NOBODY I KNOW. I HOPE YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT WITHOUT POINTING FINGERS FIRST. IF YOU FIGURE IT OUT ID LIKE TO BLOCK THEM TOO BC THEY SOUND ANNOYING

#NEGATIVE #THIS IS SERIOUSLY ALL I WANT TO SAY ON THE MATTER #I'M ALREADY HAVING PANIC ATTACKS OVER LIES I JUST WANT IT TO STOP; #I KEPT GETTING ANONS CALLING ME A STALKER AND I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT THEY WERE TALKING AB SO I HAD TO DIG #SORRY! I DON'T WANT TO! LOOKING AT ALL THIS MAKES ME SICK! #AND IF THE PERSON IS SOMEONE IN MY AUDIENCE OF LIKE 10 PEOPLE: STOP IT!!! THEY'RE BLAMING ME!!!!!! CAN YOU STOP

[whumpshaped]

an rp forced me to realise that seth can in fact be a very good bf. very stupidly in love. and bc i think pumpkin wouldve deserved that love, heres an au where they get it. almost. kind of. i'd need a few hundred more words to get to the part where pumpkin becomes a very trusted pet and they kinda become official and all that and some lovey dovey shit and pumpkin (dub)consensually getting whumped- anyway. idk dude this is just to give u a vague idea if ur interested

tw general ksw stuff, kidnapping, pet whump, implied dubcon, manipulation, intimate whumper, stocholm syndrome, no idea what else my brain is fried

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“Can I help you?”

The person on Seth's doorstep was tiny, made to seem even smaller by their baggy clothes. They were fidgeting with the hem of their sweater anxiously, looking anywhere but them. He would've lied if he'd said they weren't a little cutie, though.

“I… I realise this is very weird, I do, and I’m so sorry in advance. We, we know each other…” The kid took a deep breath, trying to compose themself. “I… I’m pumpkin anon? I… I started messaging you on Halloween night and so I started signing off with a pumpkin, and we kept talking, and, and…”

Seth leaned against the doorframe, a lazy smile on their lips. “It’s you, huh?” 

Pumpkin anon. The little freak who kept sending all those asks about wanting to be his whumpee. A toy, a punching bag, a pretty doll on a shelf. When he leaked his address that day, he wasn't sure Pumpkin would truly bite, that they'd just up and leave whatever city they were originally from to meet a stranger from the internet who had only ever said that they would love to hurt them.

Intriguing, at the very least.

"Come in."

Their eyes snapped up to meet his, confused but so, so hopeful. Oh, they looked like a little fawn. Adorable. "C-Can I really?"

"Is this too light a start for you? Should I have grabbed you by the hair and dragged you inside?" Seth raised a brow, and Pumpkin quickly shook their head, a blush spreading across their cheeks.

"Thank you," they said quietly as they sneaked past him, allowing Seth to finally close the door. And lock it. Discreetly.

"So you caught my address that day. When I leaked it for you."

Pumpkin spun around with their eyes wide. "F-For me? Wh- I-"

"Oh, don't act so innocent. You told me you would come here, I said I would take you in if you did. And then, coincidentally, I leaked my address. You couldn't have possibly thought it was just your luck." Seth backed them up against the closed kitchen door, grinning. "I must say, I didn't think you'd actually do it. I didn't think you were so fucked in the head. Fucking stalker."

"I'm sorry," they squeaked, and it took all of Seth's willpower not to just rip them apart right then and there.

"That's not gonna cut it." They slammed a hand against the door, right next to Pumpkin's head, the wood rattling loud as thunder. The poor kid teared up.

"I'm sorry, I'm, I'm s-so sorry, please, S-Sir, I- I really am sorry- please..."

Seth's other hand quickly found its way under Pumpkin's chin, tilting their head up. God, they were so fucking small. Fragile. Breakable. Just asking to be used and ruined. But there was also something else beneath the innocent look... something rotten. The darker part that allowed them to take full advantage of an 'accidental' doxxing, the sick masochist that wanted to be hurt so badly that they were willing to risk Seth calling the police on them.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" they asked, softer, coaxing the truthful answer from them. "That's why you came here in the first place. To be talked down to. To be threatened. Would you even care if I was a twisted serial killer, about to brutally murder you?"

Pumpkin swallowed thickly, struggling to form the words. They were terrified, terrified that it was all true, terrified that he really was a serial killer, and terrified to give the wrong answer.

"Don't even think about lying to me, Pumpkin."

The nickname made them break out in goosebumps all the way down their neck, paired with the implications of the statement. They jerkily shook their head. Not enough.

Seth shifted their hold on them, grabbing their face properly. "I said, would you, sick little stalker freak, even care if I turned out to be an equally as fucked serial killer?"

"N-No, S-Sir," they choked out finally. "I- I don't-" Tears started running down their rosy cheeks, staining both their own clothes and Seth's hands. "I don't have a-anything to go b-back to. D-Don't- d-don't have anyone. N-No one w-would even-" their voice broke and they hiccuped, looking like they were about to have a panic attack. "m-miss me... n-no one- no one would-"

Seth mercifully clamped a hand over their mouth, shutting them up and sparing them the agony of having to say any more out loud. "Poor thing," he cooed, slowly letting up and instead pulling them closer, into a gentle hug. "Poor, lost little thing. Whatever shall I do with you?"

Pumpkin clung to them desperately, now openly crying into their shirt. Now that Seth was holding them, really holding them, he could feel just how thin they were under all those layers. Not an ounce of fat, not an ounce of muscle, nothing but bones and misery.

"We'll work something out, hm?"

-

Pumpkin had spent that first night in the tiny cage utterly ashamed and horrified. But the feelings melted away quickly as the hours turned into days, and the days into weeks. Seth was keeping them in a cage for the nights, chained by the ankle at daytime, forcing them to do all the chores and slapping them around when they were too slow.

Surely, that would've made anyone else go insane. So why? Why was it making them fall deeper and deeper in love with the man?

The cage was safe, and Seth allowed them to have the comfort of keeping their plushie. The cuff secured to their ankle was padded, a small mercy they could only be grateful for. The chores made them feel useful, like they were in a way paying for the roof over their head and the scraps of food on their plate. God, they wished they could at least be mad about being hit, instead of blushing and muttering stupid apologies and-

"Fetch me something to drink, won't ya?"

Pumpkin scrambled to obey, almost tripping over their chain. There were several options readily available, and they didn't want to bother their captor by asking which one they wanted. They grabbed a monster and hurried back, presenting it with shaking hands.

They flinched when Seth reached for them, expecting to be hit once more. Instead, he ruffled their hair absentmindedly.

"Thanks, love." Pumpkin's heart skipped a beat. Love. "Wanna read through what I have so far?"

"Y-Yes, please."

Seth grabbed them by the wrist and yanked them down, positioning their small body however they saw fit. In just a moment they were already sitting on his lap, staring at an unpublished draft, titled 'Carving pumpkins'.

They were sure their heart was about to stop forever.

"Let me know what you think," Seth murmured into their neck, making them shiver. "Wouldn't wanna disappoint my number one fan."

Pumpkin forced themself to focus, reading through paragraph upon paragraph about a whumpee eerily similar to them. Seth had never cut them like that before. Was he making them read this as foreshadowing? Was it a threat?

They were anxiously bouncing their leg until Seth placed a hand on their thigh, making them freeze. They couldn't concentrate. They were scared, they were terrified, they didn't want to be a carved little pumpkin with a candle shoved down their throat. Please, god, please don't let that all happen, just this once, let this be an empty promise-

"Is it good?" Seth slipped a hand under their shirt, tracing tiny circles onto their skin.

"V-Very," they whispered.

"Mmm... Glad you like it." Seth rested his chin on their shoulder, skimming through some lines before turning his head and burying his face in the crook of their neck. "I've always been bad at it. Pumpkin carving."

Pumpkin didn't believe that for a second. Seth was perfect. Seth was good at just about everything. They had no idea whether they wanted someone good or bad scooping out their insides, though. Preferably neither.

"Relax, Pumpkin. This one's not getting carved." Seth knocked on their head, and Pumpkin could feel their smirk against their skin. "Would be easy, though. Not much to scoop out."

They let out a shaky sigh, the insult completely escaping them. They would live another day. Seth chuckled and kissed their neck, making them instinctively bare it even more for easy access.

"Y'know what I'm good at?" Pumpkin whimpered in surprise as Seth bit down, eyes fluttering closed. "Pumpkin craving."

#anyway #is this coherent #idk #head hurty and spinny #meh #writer whumper #pumpkin baby #kidnapping #pet whump #dehumanisation #intimate whumper

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

y’know the wildest thing still to happen to me on this hellsite was my first experience of sexting, sans nudes, that was done in front of at least 250-500 followers because of those horny anons i had in early 2013 when i was 17. instead of being exposed to it on my phone privately with a partner at that age, it was done publicly for the internet to see lmao. i remember begging the anons to stop and “come off anon” because i was “losing followers” at the time too bc i was so insecure about my follower count lmao. and then yeah when they came off anon they were both 28 years old.

to write the responses, i just consulted cosmo mag sex pages for ideas hoping that the anons would like the options i chose. in one i detailed doing anal- a sex act i hadn’t even done yet irl- let alone every other thing i suggested in them (head, idek long, drawn out foreplay, some stupid fancy sex moves that cosmo was all like “use these moves to spice up your sex life 🔥🔥”, sex in a bath, i’m pretty sure i had some lines about tying or handcuffing them to a bed (????) etc etc etc)….

when again, i had never even done any of those above sex acts in real life. i was a naive teen who was incredibly shy in regards towards her love life because she’d “never been kissed” and had never had the “hot emo boyfriend whose in a band and is covered in tattoos” she’d always wanted, let alone even a boyfriend that she had actually fucking liked (ie clear braces boy, for like a month in year 9/2010 vs the popular boys that made fun of her, that she always had unrequited crushes on)…. hell, my blog title when i first started on here in 2011 was “the perfect epitome of being forever alone” because of these very reasons. but here she was, writing explicit sex acts to strangers like she knew what the fuck she was doing, to an audience of 250-500 people- and then to fucking grown ass men in inboxes. i was just parroting the shit i’d read in cosmo (both sex advice and sometimes excerpts of erotica/“sexy, steamy reads” they had some months) and also heard repeatedly in the porn that my high school stalker/creeper at public school loved to show (harass) me with to flirt with me, whenever we were alone together at school in 2012/2013.

like you could tell how naive i was….. because i used ridiculous lines like “like a gentleman entranced, you lead me to the bath for our next foray” and dumbass prose-y things like that. because what the fuck does that even mean 😂😅????

and this is why i think minors should be careful with their online experiences. like yeah, you could say that i wasn’t a minor anymore- more of a “young adult”- who should of made the smart decision to not engage with these anons. but i was a kid. i thought it was fun. and when the dudes came off anon, i thought to myself “it’s not like i’m ever gonna meet them if i ever go to the US or puerto rico at any point. it’s not like that they’ll ever recognise me in person or ever reach out to me again in the future. i might as well do it.” and i did eventually end up ignoring the guys in my inbox, due to my mental health kinda plummeting from the middle til the end of 2013 because of my end of high school exams and stuff… and also the puerto rican guy’s infamously inappropriate “hot PE teacher fucks HOT female high school student in the girls change room showers” fantasy which fucking disgusted me, when he full well knew that i was STILL IN high school.

and obviously again, there’s the point about using the “block” button function. but as i’ve stated several times over my years on here, back in my early days of tumblr, i never wanted to block or unfollow people (even if they were trash like these two men), because it seemed so “mean” and “final”. obvs now i have no qualms about blocking people, and actively encourage younger people on here to use the block button with reckless abandon towards creepy people or people who can hurt them in some way. but to high school teenage me, the whole “using the block button” thing seemed to go against me being a “nice girl/person” so i never used it, no matter which social media platform i was on.

this is why i’m hella scared for young teen girls on tik tok wanting to have onlyfans accounts: because it’s where they’ll be exposed to ACTUAL CREEPS AND PREDATORS incredibly quickly; all because they can make money off selling images of just their feet or eventually their body….. depending on what these creepy strangers demand from them….. and they’ll feel like they’ll have to do it…. but to do it before you even start experimenting properly with relationships and sex is even worse. like. yeah. i’ve admitted before that i originally started this tumblr to possibly post nudes, to see if i’d get the positive feedback that i so desperately wanted/craved from the boys in my year at catholic school- eg. to be called “sexy”, “hot”, “fuckable” possibly “beautiful”- like some of the so called “popular girls” got on their hella basic bikini photos back then (like i remember one girl i knew ended up with like 500 likes and a fair amount of comments on one of her bikini pics and i was INCREDIBLY BITTER because not even a pic of me with a nice outfit on, my hair done and makeup on could EVER get those numbers, let alone even break over the double digits).

but i decided posting nudes or other explicit images on here was an absolute no go, because i realised that i never wanted people that i knew digging up barely clothed/naked pics of me and sending them to me all like “hey, is this you?” and then possibly mocking me, all because i would’ve been dumb enough to put my face in them probably at the time. now when i take nudes and send them, i never show my face. because i know now, that even in relationships, your partner can use nude pics as leverage for arguments or to abuse you in such a way that they’ll upload your pics without your knowledge to god knows where on the internet probably as a way to get back at you in a horrible breakup.

this is what i sincerely hope some young girls who ever contemplate starting onlyfans accounts take some time SERIOUSLY CONSIDER. please know that if you share shit on onlyfans, it can shared and re-shared (i think idek how OF works tbh) to god knows who- and eventually end up in the hands of people you know. i don’t fucking care if it’s a “good way to make money!” or if people think that im trying to stop teen girls from being “girl bosses” and the other dumb as fuck internet memes you want to throw at me. because this shit isn’t “haha internet meme funny” material. it’s some fucking serious stuff. and also, i’m not saying “don’t become a sex worker when you’re older” or whatever either. you’re free to make that choice when you’re in your 20s (no i even mean 17-19 year olds in this post as “young teen girls”- sorry you’re basically kids to me at almost 26). just please consider where the fuck your stuff can be shared to. who it can end up being shared with or to.

this is why i was so fucking adamant with my infamous old follower mr adelaide fuckboy/MAF that i personally would NOT consider becoming a camgirl for him or just generally… because i had no idea where the fuck my images or videos would end up. and do you know the places i’d never want them to fucking be??? in the hands of my high school stalker/creeper. in the hands of those two 28yo men from 2013 (who’d now be in there late 30s or early 40s). i absolutely don’t want them in the hands the mid-to-late 20s and early 30s men that that girl i met at public school in 2012 who was pissed that i didn’t believe that were “adults” because we were finally over the legal age of consent (16) in our state of australia, and so we were apparently fine to “fuck” literal grown ass men because “just fuck them and they’ll be nice to you!!” which i knew was fucking bullshit.

i absolutely don’t fucking want explicit videos/images of me ending up in “why the fuck won’t you let me give you “sex lessons” in the back of my car as a “favour” and as payment for teaching you how to drive you stupid, stuck up & frigid, virgin bitch!?” guy’s hands from 2014 (when i was 18/19 at the time and he was 25… he ended up being the first person of many i’d EVER block on social media lol). or i don't want them in the hands of those weird early 20s dudes (one of which was trying to set me up with his friend) who hit on me at 16/17 (2012) who were angry that i didn’t like and watch porn as much as they did…. and who promptly asked me at the end of their period of harassing of me: “do you know any sluts we could add?” because i kept refusing their suggestions etc.

hell, quite frankly i don’t even want them to go to mr adelaide fuckboy/MAF either, but the very few and far between nudes that i sent on snapchat to him back in 2016 are some nudes that i’d rather forget lmao. hell. i don’t even know if MAF ever deleted my nudes or shared them somewhere else or not, after he fucking wheedled them out of me with “i’ve followed you for 4 years, don’t be a shit! you owe me nudes!” so he’d just shut the fuck up about my social life decisions and leave me the fuck alone.

i don’t want ANY ONE of the guys i mentioned above to get their hands on photos of minors either…. because i definitely know my hs stalker/creeper would… because his fave “make her jealous” tactic that he’s always used on me is that “hey…. i’m dating a *insert teenage girl’s age here*! be fucking jealous that you don’t fucking have me and feel guilty that you won’t fuck me like this girl does!!!” just like he did in 2015, when i ran into him on the home from uni… when i turned 20 the next week and he turned 20 that december. at that time it was a 14yo girl he used as an example of him “dating”/“fucking” to make me jealous. instead, i was completely and utterly fucking disgusted. like any fucking sane and normal human being would/should be at that horrible age gap. that is literally a fucking child that he was fucking grooming. and we were literal adults. back the fuck away.

just please. PLEASE CONSIDER the types of people that trawl these kinds of sites and their intentions. please consider that you are young. very fucking young. you literally DO NOT need to upload nudes to the internet because it’s apparently a “lucrative” business. fuck the jokey “boss babe” rhetoric around it all the way to fucking hell.

because if you’re a minor: i do not want you to have your first experience of sexting or sending explicit images literally in front of god knows how many total strangers for the whole world to see (okay i know only fans is like subscriber/follower based or whatever. but i don’t care)…… even when you (depending how good you are with relationships etc) haven’t reached the common supposed milestones of your “first boyfriend/girlfriend/partner” or “first kiss” or have even “lost your virginity” (which isn’t real anyway- don’t buy this fucking bullshit)…. just like i stupidly did with my exposure to sexting here on my tumblr back in 2013. these people don’t/won’t give a flying fuck about your privacy or safety. they don’t/won’t give a fuck about your boundaries either.

please don’t possibly scar yourself for life, just because you’re being told that it’s a quick & convenient way to make some money for weirdos on the depths of the internet. you will regret it in future. just like i do now with mine. it should’ve been something personal between me and and a guy i trusted and liked at the time. not to some random 250-500 random strangers on this hellsite (okay the notes on these posts were literally single digits or non-existent, but still… and also some of my irl friends who had tumblr saw these posts as well) for a show….. and then privately with two 28yo literal grown ass men…. who should’ve been fucking hitting on women their own goddamned age and in their own countries and NOT a 17yo high school KID (at the time) from australia; who, now in her 20s, needs therapy to sort this shit out lmao. mind you they both reeled me in with the “you’re so mature for your age” bullshit line…. which i fell for a little bit, even if it did make me feel kinda gross at the time, too. don’t fall for that bullshit either.

#life #about me #shut up ilona #relationships i guess #internet stuff #this went in a bigger direction that i thought it would lmao #but anyway

[peachybeatles]

ultimate bottom!John master post ;)

Every fic listed is mclennon, includes sexual content and is on ao3. Do feel free to add onto the list if I’ve missed anything! 

Be My Baby - crybabycry

“Tell me, Johnny,” Paul murmured, teasing his almost-auburn hair between his fingers, “were you a good boy today?”

John’s breath quickened, blush spreading as he readjusted himself on Paul’s lap. “No, Paul, I was not a good boy today.”

These Nights - Unchained_Daisychain

Music journalist John Lennon is tasked with writing an article on newfound pop artist Paul McCartney. A night of fame, music, and passion soon surround John before he knows it. By the end of it all, he’s not so sure he can manage to give up this star and these nights.

Father’s Day - ImagineBeatles

John and Paul have a different way of celebrating Father’s day.

Understanding - ImagineBeatles

John wants to know what it’s like to be fucked roughly after he had seen how much Paul had enjoyed it, when he had done it to him. Paul is more than happy to do it.

The First Scene - DemonDean10

John is an omega and has kept this secret from all his friends for years. Until one day while on their first visit to the U.S. he discovers he forgot his heat suppressants. There is an Alpha that could come to his rescue, but what will happen after the two wake up and realize what they've done.

Higher Education - smothermeinrelish

Starting anew in Edinburgh Scotland, John is hired as a conservationist at the University where he will be working along side English Literature Professor Dr. Paul McCartney. John is instantly attracted to his new supervisor and mentor, but the feelings aren't mutual? Are they? Set in modern AU, the teacher/ student relationship could be more than just a temporary fling.

You Teaser, You Pleaser - Unchained_Daisychain

John and Paul finally find time to put their new handcuffs to use.

John shrugged, but the smirk on his lips belied his nonchalance. He glanced at the handcuffs Paul held between their bodies. “Seize the moment, Macca,” he said, low, tracing a single finger along the ridges of one open cuff. “Or any accessible poles throughout the day. They always leave that part out.”

Tease Me - nipsynips

His bandmates had always called him the ‘kinky’ one, but they had always assumed it was him doing the tying and the holding down and the commanding. True enough, that was often the case, especially with birds, but it wasn’t his preference. In fact, contrary to what most people thought, John relished the chance to relinquish control every once in a while.

Patience is a Virtue - Peachy_Beatles

John is trying his best to song write despite his overactive imagination. Luckily, Paul is willing to reward him for his efforts.

Summer Rose - chanderson

John and Paul rekindle their relationship late summer 1980. John's feeling lost, and Paul's missing him in more ways than one.

Cutting Strings - Peachy_Beatles

Early 1969: With John’s increasing emotional unavailability, Paul is left clinging on to whatever he can get from him- no matter how unfulfilling.

I Blame Tumblr - DemonDean10

I would just like to apologize to the world and myself for doing this. Based off this Tumblr post by @johnsdoublechin: @ the ppl who say John isnt a bottom at my last post well I got MY SOURCES. George, Ringo, Paul, Brian, Cynthia, and Yoko have all topped him thanks for listening And so...this was born. Basically John bottoms for everyone. Everyone tops him. I did this instead of my actual fics.

Ten Minutes - ImagineBeatles, ChutJeDors

Paul had thought that his friends only wanted the best for him, with giving him a gift card to a brothel and all. Now, having ended up in a room with a stunningly handsome male whore, he needs to reconsider those ideas about his friends, and his beliefs in life altogether. It’s just for ten minutes, though… Definitely a once in a lifetime thing, and all that. Totally! Right? Right??

What Feels Right/ This Loving Game - ImagineBeatles

Paul and Julia have been going out for a while and now they’ve decided to move in together. What Paul hadn’t expected when he’d agreed was that he’d fall in love with her troublesome teenage son, John

like a river flows, surely to the sea - toppermostofthepoppermost

John is smiling around his cigarette, head thrown back, eyes fixed on the cloudy sky, and it takes Paul all of his poor will to mutter, “You shouldn’t flirt with your teachers, you know?” “In my defense, Mr. McCartney,” John quips, shifting his gaze to Paul, “you make it very hard not to.” Or: Modern-day AU where Paul spends his days teaching everything Shakespeare, getting angry at modern electronic devices, raising a five-year-old girl who's 50% puppy eyes and 50% sassy comebacks and trying not to fall in love with John Lennon, his university student.

The Consequences of Getting What You Want - deux_lunes

Why John Lennon really beat Bob Wooler up at Paul’s birthday party.

Queer - deux_lunes

Paul gives John what he desires

Discipline - deux_lunes

John has been an utter brat and Paul decides that he is in desperate need of discipline.

Skype sex.  - mickeymouse (Sgtmacca0)

day 8. john skypes paul in the middle of the night.

In the Back Seat of My Car - ImagineBeatles

Modern AU. After having met at Stuart's birthday party, John and Paul get down and dirty in the back of John's car.

It won’t be long - orphan_account

After some interesting scents were being left around everywhere the Beatles went, even without any women around, it became obvious that someone in the band is an omega and never told anyone. But no one seems to care, or even notice, but Paul. The only other alpha in the band, with John of course. And he sniffs out (literally and figuratively) who it is alone in the hotel.

James - JP (jpgr1963)

Paul helps John cope with stress while on tour in 1964.

Magical Mystery Tour Love - DemonDean10

Paul gets drunk one night during MMT filming and confesses his love for John. John had been in love for yrs and is elated. but when Paul wakes up he remembers very little of the night before, will he tell John or try to make the relationship work, even with all the moral conflicts it brings up?

Day 30: Who’s Your Daddy, Johnny Boy? - ImagineBeatles

John's been a naughty boy who needs his Daddy to punish him and make him learn his lesson. Or at least, that's what Paul thinks. Not that John isn't more than happy to indulge his lover.

Day 22: Over The Desk - ImagineBeatles

1968. John keeps bothering Paul while he's busy doing management stuff, which is highly irritating for the younger Beatle, especially seeing as John makes it abundantly clear he isn't going to leave until he gets what he came for. In the end, John gets a little more than he bargained for.

Day 18: Lazy Morning Sex - ImagineBeatles

John and Paul spend the morning in bed together.

Day 6: Clothed Getting-Off - ImagineBeatles

John had seen Paul watching him, eyes hot and determined, so he was not at all surprised when he was dragged into an alleyway and pushed up against a brick wall to have his lips positively snogged off.

 I Want You - sockittoem

“In which John gets really horny after doing coke, and needs Paul to fuck it out of him.”

The Night Before - andthemoondogs

[ Anon McLennon prompt: "The Night Before" ] John and Paul have a night of drunken sex, after which, John panics and gives Paul the cold shoulder until Paul finally confronts him about it.

Day 7: Naked/Dressed - ImagineBeatles

1964. On the set of A Hard Day's Night, John and Paul cannot get one particular scene right in which Paul has to drag John away from a couple of girl as they try to find Paul's grandfather on the train, so they sneak off to practise the scene together. Soon, however, the boys have other things on their minds than rehearsing a scene.

Kiss Me - orphan_account

Mimi is gone for a trip, and when John and Paul meet at John's house for practice, things don't go quite as planned.

masturbation. - mickeymouse(Sgt macca0)

day 4. paul masturbates at the thought of john.

bottoms up. - ffomixam

“Can we get some mclennon with a possessive, dominant paul and compliant john? (technically doesn’t have to be smut)”

breathe desperation. - ffomixam

 McLennon smut, something along the lines of a first time, unexpected, adrenaline fueled, thoughtless, desperate handsy-ness and making out backstage after a show with John as the more submissive and needy one?

love me harder. - ffomixam 

Could you write a fic about Paul fucking John in public while in Hamburg, being really rough and dominant and teasing John that someone’s going to hear them and see John taking it up the arse, and John just devolves into a cummy fucked-out mess.

Of Hot Chocolate and Rainy Nights - paulmcfartney

yall already know what's goin on ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I feel like I’m the worst, so I act like im the best - KiwiPillow

John, a young ravishing man, who is absolutely uninterested in anything but himself really, gets pursued by his roommate to try a dating website! What could go wrong? Well, maybe your "match" could turn out to be a bastard stalker mobster boss with a serious daddy kink, who wants to work on your attitude. Shocked and upset. In the mob bosses defence, John is annoying as hell in this.

#mclennon #paul mccartney #John Lennon #the beatles #George Harrison #ringo starr #botttom john #fic rec

[samheughanswife]

Whistleblowers and Messengers. Easter Stalker, Glasgow Stalker and on and on.

Straight up I will say that I don’t condone or support the behaviour of Sam and Caitriona. They have shown a contempt for fans on both sides of this fandom. They most certainly did not deliver the holy grail to the antis. No picture of C&T. No picture of C&T and her parents or his. And to this side Caitriona and Sam delivered what they wanted to be knock out blow. Some have bought what was sold and walked away. Some are ferocious but still here. More on that in a minute. And others are firm in their beliefs but deeply disappointed and looking at the performance from the prism of very questionable morality and integrity. That’s me too.

How was this able to work so well for them. Well that would be because they have watched and monitored this space here for years. To get material and in fact have the play written for them. It was soooo easy. Because on this side there has been an unwritten rule that only the ‘originals, the leaders so to speak get to deliver any and all important news, evidence etc. So it was with this knowledge the dropping of the church diary into the anons of those they knew would react was facilitated. And the beginning of the firestorm.

For those not in the loop and new here there has always been private FB groups and chat groups as I have said before. As a very new participant to the world of tumblr in February 2017 I was invited to join such a group. It was called Hantlers and just about every significant person on this side of the dash was in that group. I later realized that I was invited to be used. But that’s ok. Because it gave me an insight into the phenomenon of who rules the dash. My skill set was knowledge of travel and South Africa, where S3 was being filmed.

As expected the group fell apart because there were too many conflicting opinions after the delayed birthday photo of Sam with his then ‘gf’. So a sub group was established. That too failed and the original group was disbanded after much acrimony and loathing. Very quickly literally within hours a new group was formed. Zero zero. But that leaked like a sieve. Beat the leader had NO IDEA.

Not long after I was introduced to and told of another very influential blogger who had left tumblr and was on another forum. I read all the archives and current musings with interest and thought it filled many holes considering that I had only stumbled into the Hotel California in October 2016. Because that song sums up where I was and many others are too... You can checkout anytime you like but you can never leave” I quickly realized that she was the one who was getting information from solid sources and kept shippers on the ship and on an even keel. Also she had been an original as well.

So in November 2017 a new group introduced themselves to tumblr SiS Brazil. And man did they shake up the dash and the reigning powers that be. From the get go character assassination started and chatter in the back rooms went into overdrive. Because they were independent they didn’t need the ok to share information. They had their own operation and stuck to it. Many many unhappy tumblrinas who did not like the way they questioned and solved things. And all the while they did it with humour and a dash of snark. They were embraced and were the talk of the dash. Of course it wasn’t long before all sorts of accusations were flung their way. Yet they did not hide behind anonymity. The group showed themselves on you tube for all to see. Unlike many of the keyboard warriors here. I met two of them.

So then there is me. I was always a reblogger. I had the opportunity to get answers for myself first and I very fucking foolishly thought for those here who wanted answers too. What a fucking idiot I was. Truly. I held back from posting immediately because I thought about the implications. In fact I let a couple of people know in advance and it became clear that clarity was not wanted. AT ALL. What was important was the relevance of their own corner of the dash. Introspective of the truth I had. That’s all. You can’t have an independent who did not share with the powers that be who could produce ‘truth’ that wasn’t discussed and disseminated first.

Immediately the photos were questioned in a manner to allow disbelief. Who am I talking about. Well the ones I have mentioned above. It became about slandering me and the photos. Because they were furious. For many reasons. I expected it from the other side but coming from within, well it was easy to discount the very truth of the reveal. Its there to see all over the dash.

The point of this being well the vault is still closed by the one. The return to the dash of the original to rehash what she maligned and mocked others about. Same same but not different. Rinse and repeat. But this time it’s different, right???

Divide and conquer has always been the best power play. The messenger gets questioned and maligned. The whistleblower mocked. And then add emotive names to round it all out.

What does not change is that no matter what the past weekend’s events accomplished it does not change the fact that Sam and Caitriona spent Easter 2019 together at the same address. Alone. I have been the only one to post evidence. Everyone else keeps things in the vault and/or casts doubt on the evidence

Plausible deniability is there and waiting for all.

So everything is back to business for all. Queens back on their thrones. Doubt still there with the steroid boast of ‘a wedding’. Antis kinda happy, no definitive proof though. Shippers present and former taking part in the gladiatorial blood sport that is Sam and Caitriona.

Me. I’m comfortable and happy with what I saw.

[kyukun]

Till Death Do Us Part (OumaSai)

hey hey anon! im totally a-ok with yandere! i tried to maks this somewhat ship-y but it mostly just ended up angsty and one-sided lmfao. soz! also this is like slight nsfw? i mean barely but just in case theres your warning :00

title: till death do us part

summary: He didn’t know how or why he got here, but he was more terrified to find out why he was half naked in Shuichi’s basement. Little did he know that the day before would be his last day of being seen ever again.

word count: 1253

~~ prompt starts after cut! ~~

His eyes slowly had begun to come into focus as the room had started to appear more and more clearer. Where was he? 

The room wasn’t that familiar. It seemed like it was but he couldn’t process it fully. He glanced down and noticed his hands had been bound by rope behind a chair. Immediately, he tried to break free or scream but a scarf seemed to be tied around his lips as well. Tears had threatened to make their way out as the chair shook back and forth. He had no clue where he was or how this had happened. 

Fear had already taken over his entire body, visibly shaking the more he struggled to break free from the knots. It was until he heard a familiar voice that his mind was put more on edge that he had truly begun worrying. “Aha, so you’re awake? Good morning, Kokichi. Or should I say evening?”

It was evening already? Just how long had they kept him here? 

He gave a few muffled cries as the figure emerged from the corner, revealing themselves into the light. His eyes widened. Was he dreaming? That couldn’t be…

“Do you like the scarf? I made it just for you! I even made it checkered, your favorite!" 

The figure was now fully in light. His notion was correct. It was his classmate and former lover, Shuichi Saihara. Kokichi had no clue why he had done this. He thought they had broken up on good terms but he guessed Shuichi believed differently. "Aw, you poor thing. Don’t be so scared, Kokichi. It’s only me, I won’t hurt you.” His smile was sinister yet serene, his words tormenting him the more his ears listened. 

The back of his finger trailed down his cheek soothingly, curling under his dripping tears and under his chin. Kokichi’s mind raced, several thoughts piling one over the other. He needed to get out, and fast. He decided the best way to do that would to comply to whatever Saihara had wanted from him. “You’re all I ever think about. But ever since—Ever since they started hanging out with you, we hadn’t been able to talk much now have we?”

Oh yeah. It was all coming back to him now. He remembered why had broken things off. Miu, Kaito, Kaede, and Maki had all warned him about Shuichi, saying he was unstable and a stalker. They told him to break things off before things got out of hand for his own safety, and he believed them and did so. While he did love Shuichi, he loved his friends more. Kokichi submissively shook his head, which seemed to please Shuichi.

“I miss hearing your sweet, cute voice. You know what? Since you’ve seemed to calm down a bit, I’ll take the scarf off! How’s that sound?” He nodded slowly, his eyes pleading into Shuichi’s which he could physically see him weaken in the knees by. Shuichi removed the scarf from his lips. God his mouth ached.

His cheeks grew heated the more he stared at his captive; oh how lovely rope looked on his skin. He had to restrain himself from eating Kokichi whole. “Is that better? Can you say my name for me? Call me that nickname you like.” He demanded desperately, begging on his knees. Shuichi had his arms wrapped around his waist and around the chair, his hair pressed into his chest with a grin plastered on his lips.

“S-Shumai.”

“There it is! God, Kokichi you’re so, so very…” His arms moved from behind the chair and onto his thighs. His lips kissed Kokichi’s bare skin, licking around the edges of his body that he had missed so much. “Cute.” He lapped all around his skin, Kokichi bit his lip to hold back any noise. He didn’t want Shuichi to have that gratification. “You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.” 

His fingers traced up his chest, lightly thumbing over his nipple which caused him to whimper in response. "Y-yes, I understand.”

“Since you’re my pet, why don’t you give master a kiss? It’s been so long since I’ve enjoyed one of my Kokichi’s kisses that I think I might just die if I don’t have one.” Shuichi looked up, noticing how flustered Kokichi was already. He looked beautiful. Kidnapping him was such a great idea. Now he can finally have him all to himself without any interruptions. “Yes… Master.”

Shuichi was still on his knees but due to their height difference, he was still able to reach him at eye level no problem, even if he was confined in a chair. Kokichi leaned forward and kissed his captor, trying his hardest to convince himself that Shuichi was still the same loving Shuichi he had known and cared for. A warm tear dripped down his cheek as their lips met. 

Shuichi, having free hands, took the opportunity to wrap his hand against his jaw, inevitably pulling him forward and deepening their kiss. He licked the bottom of his lip and Kokichi didn’t bother to fight back, allowing him to have his way without much force. Shuichi could feel himself getting more and more eager as Kokichi whimpered into their kiss. 

His hands travelled down to Kokichi’s school uniform pants and before he could go any further, Kokichi stopped him. “W-wait.”

“You wouldn’t do anything I wasn’t comfortable with… Right?”

“Right. I love you more than anything else in the world! I would never hurt you.”

“Then, can we wait to do this?” Kokichi knew Shuichi would listen to him, smiling through his anxiousness the more he locked eyes with Saihara. “Of course. We’ll have a lot of time to wait, so don’t worry.”

“W-what do you mean? Shumai… I-I have to go home eventually.”

He immediately regretted saying that sentence as a dark aura replaced Shuichi’s previous one. “This is your home. You’ve been so good till now, my pet. Don’t make me have to punish you…”

Shuichi tightened the scarf around Kokichi’s small neck slightly, not enough to where he couldn’t breathe, but hard enough for it or hurt. “This’ll make us closer, I promise. Just hold still.” The scarf was now pulling at his airway, breathing seemed to be harder and harder the more he tightened it. 

"S-Shumai, I-I c-can’t breathe…”

Shuichi snapped out of it briefly, sighing as he laid his head on Kokichi who had now begun coughing for air. “Say, Kokichi, let’s get married. Right now. So next time they touch what’s mine, I’ll cut their fucking arm off. How does that sound?” He smiled, drifting into his own daydream once more.

Memories had begun burning through his mind. This was no longer Saihara. This wasn’t the person he had fallen for. He finally broke down, crying in agony which had alerted the latter on slightly. But he seemed to mistake his reasoning for crying, “I’m so glad that you agree so much, you’re crying tears of joy. I promise I’ll make you happy, my love.” He squeezed him tighter, his frail body collapsing into the other’s. “Till death do us part.”

He had lost. He had lost to his own friends, lover, and more importantly, to himself. He had no clue how long it would be until he would be alive or see anyone at all, but all he knew was that the love he had felt for Shuichi still harbored in his heart, and that made waking up bound in a chair that much more painful. 

#oumasai #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #drv3 #yandere #saiouma #danganronpa #kyus post #yanhara is gr88 and he can step on me thank u #my ass tried to make this two-sided lmao #i tried but my angst side took over yall #yandere prompts are my fav and i need more of them #i tried not to get too graphic cause i suk at explaining violence and i dont like it in general so

[inyournightmares97]

Masterlist

Fuckboy!au Mark

“Help me lose my virginity.”

Mark nearly spat out the coffee that he had just sipped. He never expected to hear those words from Jaebum’s little sister; you were the pure, innocent girl that had never even had a boyfriend and still blushed around boys. At least, that’s what he’d always thought of you.

When you’d called and asked to meet him, Mark honestly thought you wanted help with homework, or a ride to some conference or something. He’d certainly never imagined this.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why is this so surprising? You guys are constantly making fun of me for being a virgin and a prude. I’m not a teenager anymore and it’s kind of burdensome to tell guys I want to date that I’m a virgin. They always freak out. So I want to lose my virginity.”

Mark looked flustered. “Uh…”

“Not to you. I’m just asking you to help me find someone,” you explained with a sigh. Mark was handsome and extremely charming, but he could be kind of slow on the uptake. You watched him visibly relax as you spoke.

“Ohhh… you want my help finding a guy?”

“Yes, please.”

He cleared his throat. Mark could sort of understand why you came to him. You didn’t have too many male friends of your own. Mark was the most open-minded guy you knew; he didn’t have traditional ideas about relationships like Jinyoung and he wasn’t all shy around girls like Youngjae and Yugyeom. Jackson would probably have announced your problem to the world. And Bambam… well, BamBam would have been a dick about it.

So that left Mark.

Experienced, mature, capable of keeping a secret, and unlikely to judge you since he brought unknown women to his shared flat all the time.

“Jaebum will kill me,” he pointed out.

You rolled your eyes. “My brother won’t know if you don’t tell him. Come on. I’m not underage or anything. I’m an adult. Just take me to a club and be my wingman, weed out the total creeps. That’s all I’m asking.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And you can’t manage this on your own, because…?”

You flushed. “It’s just…?”

“Just what?”

“I get nervous,” you admitted. You bit your lip and sighed. “I don’t want to make it a big deal by telling my female friends. They’d start talking about how your first time has to be special and all that. I don’t really care. I just want some experience in a quick and easy manner. Preferably with a stranger I never have to see again.”

“Fine. Get dressed, we’re going out tonight.”

You did. You put a lot of effort into your outfit, wearing the sexiest dress you could find and spending nearly an hour on your hair. Not that it would matter. It would be all hot and sweaty in the club and the your hair would stick to your skin anyway. But you had to try.

I mean, sure, you didn’t have very high standards for a one-night screw but you still wanted to have a nice time.

Mark picked you up from your house. Apparently he’d tasked Jinyoung with keeping your brother busy for the night so you could go out and do your thing without worrying that you would get caught. As you got into the car and smoothed down your skirt, you noticed that Mark looked good too.

He was wearing simple clothes, but his hair was up and you couldn’t help but notice that he had very nice thighs and a rather perfectly shaped butt in his tight jeans.

Who wouldn’t?

Even straight men looked at Mark twice.

“Okay, ground rules,” Mark told you, giving you a sharp look. “Since you’ve never done this before. You don’t go to the guy’s place, you bring him to yours.”

You blinked. “That’s safer?”

He stared at you. “Obviously.”

“Okay, sorry, sorry. You’re right. Unless he turns out to be some creepy stalker in which case he’ll find out where I live and he could also steal from me because I always keep spare cash and jewellery in my dresser-”

Mark gave you a sharp look. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You flushed. “Yes. Sorry. I’ll listen to you.”

Mark merely raised an eyebrow at you, but he chose to continue speaking. “I’m going to keep an eye on the whatever guys you talk to. If you see me order a Tequila Sunrise then that’s a red light. Ditch the guy immediately.”

“But I mean, what would make you give a guy a red light-”

“That’s for me to know. Do you want to do this or not?”

You pouted and sunk into your seat slightly. “I do, you just seem to have a lot of rules. Anything else I should know?”

“Condoms,” he informed you. You were shocked as he pulled out a handful of condoms from his pocket and tossed them at you. “Put one in your handbag. One in your wallet. One in your shoe. And, uh… stuff one into your bra to be safe.”

You gaped at him. “Into my bra?”

“What if you misplace your handbag?”

You frowned and gave him a rather irritated look before complying. The foil packet scratched against the skin of your chest but you tucked it in there anyway. Mark surely knew better than you.

“Anything else?” you grumbled.

“We’re good for now.”

You arrived at the club. It was crowded inside and you had to squeeze your way through to the bar. Mark kept a hand on your shoulder as he steered both of you in the right direction. Oddly enough, he found you a seat next to a huge group of girls. You frowned at they all lookes at Mark with interest.

“Hi ladies,” he greeted them lightly.

You nudged him. “Why are we here? Let’s go and sit next to that pair of guys there-”

Mark barely looked at them. “They’re gay.”

You frowned. “What? But that one is really hot. Besides, they don’t look gay, they seem like friends so can’t we-”

“They’re gay.”

You frowned and leaned back in your seat as Mark ordered drinks for you. Were they really gay? Also, there seemed to be way more girls at this club than guys. You had a bad feeling that you wouldn’t have a lot to choose from here.

“Aren’t there any other clubs?” you wondered.

“No, this is the best. Trust me.”

Mark got you a drink and then proceeded to invite the group of girls next to you to join you both. You frowned as you were squished among the group that were dying to get closer to Mark. Meanwhile, the pair of cute guys disappeared. You felt annoyed as you stood up.

“I’m going to talk to that guy over there,” you announced.

Mark raised an eyebrow. “You can’t. You’re supposed to let the guy approach you first. Am I right, ladies?” he asked his growing fanclub.

You bristled. “What kind of stupid rule is that?”

“Mine. Do you want my help or not?”

It took a while, but you finally managed to shake off the group of girls that gathered around Mark. But even then, Mark himself refused to leave your side. His arm stayed latched onto your shoulder as he glared at any man that tried to approach you. It was gettting late and the lights in the club were already starting to turn on, signalling that they were closing.

“This was a complete bust,” you complained as you and Mark stumbled out of the club. You weren’t nearly drunk enough and you hadn’t even gotten a whiff of any guy other than Mark.

Mark shrugged. “Really? I had fun.”

You glared at him. “Oppa! We didn’t come here to have fun, we came here to find me a guy to take my virginity!!”

He sighed and turned to look at you. “Yeah. Why did you want to do that again?”

“Because it’s embarassing to date a guy and have to tell him you’re a virgin at twenty-”

“Then date someone who isn’t a scumbag. He wouldn’t care.”

You folded your arms across your chest, irritated. “Oh? And where am I going to find a guy like that? You couldn’t even find me a guy to fuck, you really think you can find a guy who will love and appreciate me despite the fact that I have zero experience?”

Mark glared at you. “I can, actually.”

“Really? Please tell me when his magical unicorn comes riding in, because-”

Mark leaned forward and suddenly pulled you into his arms. You were shocked as you collided against his broad chest and his strong arms went around you. Mark leaned down and gave you a gentle smile.

“I’m here.”

Your mind whirled as he pressed a soft kiss against your lips. You stared up at him, wide-eyed. His fingers gently slid into your hair.

“Date me,” he continued. “I don’t care if you’re a virgin. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

You gaped at him, barely able to form words. “But you… you never date-”

“Then you can teach me.”

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A/N: I hope this is what you wanted, anon! Lol, I tried to keep him nice but I wasn’t sure how. Hope you guys liked it!!

Also, what the hell are fuckboys anyway? Like, I know the general usage but damn, there’s no remotely clear definition anywhere. Are they assholes by nature? Or just any guy who fucks a lot of people? Ugh, I have a headache.

#got7 #mark tuan #got7 drabbles #mark #got7 scenarios #mark drabble #mark fluff #fuckboy!au #got7 scenario #kpop scenario

[lachalaine]

HOW I RUN MY BLOG

SPEED: my god i am slow. i am the slowest of the slow - the slowest slow to ever BE slow. i have threads in here from two months ago and asks from three months ago and it’s not that i don’t have the will nor the muse to answer any of it tbh. it’s more so that i just don’t have time. between juggling work, friends, family and the additional need of trying to make up my overtime hours for the dates i’ll be overseas in august and october, it’s been more than a little difficult to try to keep everything afloat. that’s one of my issues. 

my second issue is that i... tend to try to write in depth threads and responses, as much as possible; and i’m a perfectionist of my work to the worst degree. to the point that if i don’t have the right idea or the right flow of words at the time - my work is not getting posted. at all. in fact, i’d likely rather delete something i spent two hours working on rather than take the risk of posting it only to hate it for the rest of my life. it feels like shame for some reason i don’t ??? get it ???

like i want to try to create variety, but also i want to try to build an actual story. something that will be fun for both me and my partner, that will be a thread that will have some possible semblance of weight to future interactions. and sometimes the ideas don’t come as quickly as i would like. or they do, and then my brain runs out of vocabulary. and throttles a pillow i hate it, i hate that my standards for myself are like this, but my god - it’s the only way i can be confident about my work and know that i’m not wasting mine or anyone else’s time and it just has to be my own standard of perfect or i run myself into the ground with my anxiety and have a minor breakdown and that’s the worst thing i can do to myself, honestly asdbhsabdha !!!

REPLIES: i write long replies, unfortunately. though i never expect people to match ( and honestly it fluctuates; sometimes it’ll be long, sometimes short, so there’s no pressure or requirement at all really ) , and all i care about at this point is i’m given something to work with and it’s not the kind of thing where it’s a reply for the sake of a reply. i also would prefer to have threads where people add stuff to the threads, and like... i don’t really have to run the show by myself to keep things interesting? that would be nice tbh. in terms of length however, i will likely do at least two or three paragraphs, because one paragraph threads don’t quite encompass everything my muse tends to feel, and sometimes it can get longer - meaning like... two word document pages long. though that type of novella is usually reserved for people i know can match it, otherwise, i try my best to keep it as succinct as possible. 

my brain sorta has this.... organization thing going tbh? where its like i can only do ask replies today, or i can only do threads today, or i can only do headcannon or ooc stuff today. sometimes it even goes by verse, where it decides if it can manage pokemon threads, or main threads, or fate threads, etc. which i understand isn’t quite the... best way to go about things, and it’s weird. very, very weird. but that’s also really the only way i’m able to sort of figure out where to put my attention nowadays. so everything gets replied to in truth, it just. it takes a while. :c :c :c please be patient with me, i’m trying my best!! 

STARTERS: i hold starter calls a lot. sometimes it can be every two months or it can be ( most likely ) when i get a new influx of followers and i want to interact with them. though it can tend to take a while for me to get them out, even if i have them on a list. usually its because i want to try to create starters that will be interesting enough to keep going ( which is sorta my overall theme with everything on here, if you’ll notice ) and sometimes the ideas don’t quite click. or, like with the organization thing, my brain needs to be able to conjure up starters in particular for anything to work. 

more often, i will do inbox calls instead, and those i do personalize according to the muse i’m sending it to. that way if the other mun replies with a response i like, i can continue it into a thread, so that’s sorta like a reverse starter call in that way, i guess. i always clear out my starters owed though, i promise. it just takes me a good while. 

INBOX: sucks in sharp breath 

i’m gonna be way honest here - once upon a time, i didn’t get that many asks at all, so i thought like, if i got like 20 of them, that already was a heck ton and i had to get the number lower. and then somehow i got an influx in asks a few weeks ago and that number jumped to thirty. and then it kept going until forty. and then i thought ‘okay you know what, so long as its not 50, you can still get it down, you’re good!!’  

let me tell you - i am at 76 right now and i am confused as all fuck as to how it got to this point. BUT I HONESTLY DON’T MIND. i love getting asks !! even if i take a while to answer them, because like the starters, i try to give it an actual moment and not a quick snip of an interaction that doesn’t matter in the long run. so asks? same length - two or three paragraphs and more, nothing less. and i tend to do anons first because i know whoever sent it might check back and i don’t want them scrolling through the whole blog thinking they missed it, but tbh, i try to do my older asks first overall. and sometimes there are some asks that require a lot of emotion on jackie’s part, so those get long and take a wee bit longer than most, but i always try to make the wait worth it. luckily, things appear to be going kinda well on that end tbh. i have a good pace set up so i don’t feel like i’m drowning in stuff, and if i could just have ONE DAY WHERE I CAN WORK, I CAN CUT BACK THAT NUMBER EASY, I SWEAR TO GOD. 

i just. i need that day dashdhabdha

but on that note, please. feel free to send me anything you like at any time, i’ll get to it asap, even if i have six asks for you in my inbox still from past memes. and tbh, i’d rather i always have the option available to answer that particular interaction rather than leave it so it never happens no matter what. so always remember, as always - 

FEEL FREE. 

SELECTIVITY: severely selective. to the nth degree. i follow about less than 180 rp blogs because the rest are aesthetics at the moment, though i’m always looking for more. i try to find blogs with muns that i feel really care about their muse as a whole, and blogs that have a pretty good grasp on writing. i decide whether or not i can make jackie work with them somehow, and then i sorta check the writing itself to make sure i can jive with it, and then that’s when i decide to follow. 

i have. a very particular standards with other blogs that need to be checked off tbh? because i want these interactions to actually matter. so besides the writing, honestly the thing that rings out the most for me would be their passion and their ideas. like, i want to make sure i can create something new with this mun so i just try to see if they will match what i give them with their own ideas, because coming up with a majority of the plots on my own is the most exhausting thing, and i can’t do that consistently. if i can get that sense from them that they’re willing to try to push their own ideas forth, that’s really what makes me follow them back asap !! on the other hand, i also check the mun - make sure they’re not the type i’ll likely have trouble with down the line. i check tags, i check ooc posts, i check everything. i am a self proclaimed blog stalker and tbh, its the only way i keep my dash in check. and so far its worked out very well so it’s all good on my end, even if that means less people to interact with.

quality over quantity, always. 

WISHLIST: FIGHT THREADS. POTENTIAL ROMANCE THREADS. FWB THREADS??? though i am selective on that one. SMUT THREADS FOR ROMANCE PEEPS. PLATONIC THREADS. ADVENTURE THREADS. HARD TO GET THREADS. CRIME THREADS. JACKIE FUCKING UP YOUR MUSES LIFE THREADS. ANGST. MURDER. HEARTBREAK. INJURY. ROAD TRIPS. NAPS. LATE NIGHTS IN THE CITY. JAIL. HAUNTED HOUSES. MUSIC FESTIVALS. MUSIC COLLABORATIONS. FATE VERSE THREADS. POKEMON THREADS. PERSONA THREADS. I DON’T CARE, I LOVE IT ALL, JUST GIVE IT TO ME, AND IF YOU HAVE A PARTICULAR THING YOU WANNA TRY, LEMME KNOW AND I’LL MAKE A VERSE FOR IT NO PROBLEM !!! 

but also i have a wishlist here :”> and i will love you if you boop me for it, thank you !!

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my brain just has a filing cabinet i never asked for. 

but honestly, come plot with me, just boop me randomly, send me all the things no matter what it is. i promise you i will LOVE IT and in truth, NOTHING at all makes me HAPPIER than that. and though fair warning i am exhausted a lot which impacts my response speed ooc - it’s honestly never because i don’t want to reply. my timezone as a whole is shitty and my energy levels doubly so, and i want to be sure that once we start talking or plotting, i can give you as much energy as i can spare, as much energy as you deserve. not five minutes of conversation and then i pass out. so if that means taking some time to respond, please understand that i’m trying my best. 

please be patient with me, that’s all i ask. and i promise you, i will make it up to you. as best as i can. as fast as i can. no matter what. 

thank you, i love you, have a amazing day xx 

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[ritebeforeyoureyes]

Confessions

Disclaimer my story doesn’t follow the chronology of real life events. Yes, I use some of their real interactions but it’s not all in order, sorry! 

Again, please don’t kill me, I love you all! To the anon who messaged me after the last chapter claiming they liked angst, well here you go, honey! Also, shoutout to Lauren for being a sweetheart and urging me to upload x 

Masterlist – Plot: Tom attends the Bafta’s with his family.

Confessions (Chapter Sixteen)

There was a break between the Spider-Man: Homecoming promotional tour and the premiere and Tom had decided to go home. He was required to be back for the Bafta Award’s ceremony, but he’d decided to extend his stay in London. Promotion had meant that he was forced to see Zendaya every day and not touch her, hold her and it had been killing him inside. It was why he’d made the decision to spend some down time with his family. His brother’s and Harrison were the only people who could seemingly distract him from the drama that was his love life.

Since the day that he and Zendaya had decided to take a break, Tom hadn’t had a proper conversation with his mum either. He knew she was looking out for him, but he couldn’t help but partly blame her for putting the preposterous idea in Zendaya’s head. As a result, there was a clear strain on their mother-son relationship. They avoided each other in the kitchen, didn’t hold conversation over dinner; the whole family had detected something was up, but Nikki and Tom were as stubborn as each other, neither of them ready to make the first move. And, as angry and upset as Tom was, he knew he couldn’t deny her the chance of attending the Bafta ceremony with him. So, Tom had come to the event with his entourage in tow, a niggling voice in the back of his head reminding him that Zendaya wasn’t here.

Yes, they’d taken a break but they’d both reassured one another that their feelings were still there. It wasn’t like a plug switch that you can turn on and off on command, they were both still very much infatuated and that was what was making their separation harder. She’d texted him whilst he was in the taxi, wishing him luck. He could practically picture her sat in bed with her phone, genuinely smiling at the thought of his success. The thought made his heart hurt. If it weren’t for her stupid stalker, she’d be here … granted, they’d probably claim she was supporting her ‘friend’ but at least she’d be with him.

“Stop.” Harry nudged his brother’s stomach softly, his chin jutting out to usher towards Nikki. She kept glancing at her son, worry pasted across her features. She knew his break up with Zendaya was treating him bad and she felt sorry for him. But in the grand scheme of things, this was what was best for him and she didn’t want him to wallow on a night as important as this one. “Just pretend you’re happy tonight, for her.”

Even though he was fighting with his mother, Tom still loved her, always would, and so he nodded in response to Harry. This was a big night for him and he was going to try to enjoy it, even if that meant faking his way through it.

Tom smiled when he was required to, he shook hands with the right people and introduced himself to some big names in the business. He was just a rising star at this point and networking for him was essential. Nobody really took him seriously because he’d inherited Dom’s baby face but as he eloquently introduced himself, people were slowly warming to him as an adult rather than a child. As he did so, Tom noticed his mother watching from a distance. She was letting him do his thing and she was proud of him for overcoming the drama in his personal life to present himself in a respectable manner.

She was even prouder when they announced him as the winner for his category. She couldn’t help it, she was on her feet with the rest of the family, screaming and hollering like the number one fan she was always destined to be. The tears began to well in the depths of her eyes and Dominic, her husband, placed a hand to her elbow, a smile gracing his lips too. The gesture was small, but it was enough for them to exchange how happy and proud they were of their eldest son. This was what Nikki had always wanted for him, a life of possibility and success; something she regretfully knew was going to be hindered if his sex tape was released.

“Proud of you, man.” Tom was thrown into the hustle of congratulations and hugs. Actors and actresses, people he’d only ever seen on TV, had stopped him to say their kind words and Tom was awestruck. It had taken him a good few hours – minutes prior to the after party – before he was reunited with his family. “Let’s go celebrate.” Harry, being Harry, was ready to party and let loose, and frankly, so was Tom.

For the first time in weeks, he didn’t feel this depressing pit in his stomach. He was happy, and his family was happy and for tonight, he could live with that. He was going to enjoy this monumental moment in his career and celebrate. As the family inched towards the ballroom in which the after party was being held, Tom felt his phone go off in his pocket. He was getting an influx of messages from friends and family, but the all-important messages were at the top. Zendaya had messaged him a minute after his award had been announced, she’d technically been the first to congratulate him. The fact that she’d been glued to her TV and quick to message him made his heart swarm. Her text was heartfelt and pure and directly after was the notification for the tweet she’d released to the public. He thanked her quickly before meeting his brothers at the bar.

Like a lot of these Hollywood events, the after party had an open bar and the four lads – Tom, Sam, Harry and Harrison – decided to go a little wild. Nikki and Dom, at first, were letting them enjoy their night before Nikki called Sam over. Out of her three older sons, Sam was the most responsible and she instructed him to keep an eye on Tom.  She knew he was supposed to celebrate, he was granted to after his award, but she also didn’t want him getting so smashed in front of the people he’d just made good first impressions on.

“Tell him to lay off the beer, socialise some more.” Nikki waved her arms about the room. There were so many young, talented actors in the room.  This opportunity was good for him. “Maybe he can make some more contacts, meet a girl-“ As soon as the words came out of Nikki’s mouth she regretted them and Sam just glared at her. He wasn’t stupid, he knew why there was tension between his brother and his mum and he hadn’t questioned it. He had just tried to comfort Tom as best as he could. However, if his mum was trying to set him up so soon after his break up, Sam was one hundred per cent going to side with his brother.

“Don’t.” He shook his head at her. Nikki and Dom had a history of getting involved in their son’s relationships and sometimes it didn’t always end happily. They meant well, their son’s’ best interests at heart, but sometimes it was overbearing and unnecessary. “Don’t do this to him today.”

“I didn’t mean it like that-“

“Just let him enjoy tonight, okay? Please.” Nikki nodded and turned towards her dinner plate, picking at the remnants awkwardly. She hadn’t meant her comment literally. She knew her son loved Zendaya and she knew it would take him a while to get over her, she just thought maybe some harmless flirting would remind him that there were plenty of other fish in the sea. She didn’t mean for him to go out and find a new girlfriend instantly. Her intentions were to get him to be the social, loveable character that he always had been.

“What did Mum say?” Harry asked as soon as Sam returned, and Sam gave him a pointed look, silently telling him to keep his mouth shut. He wasn’t going to reiterate his mother’s words to the boys, he was simply just going to take a step back and watch that Tom didn’t drink too much. But, Harry’s question had everyone’s attention instantly and Sam knew he had to tell his brother the truth. Tom was looking at him expectantly and he knew the truth would come out sooner or later. They didn’t have the type of relationship that consisted of secrets. The boys told each other everything and before Sam could second guess himself, he was telling his brother what had happened honestly.

“Don’t get mad.” Sam added in hurriedly, but it didn’t seem to make any difference. Because as soon as Sam was talking, Tom was scowling. “Mom said watch the alcohol.” He pointed to the beer in Tom’s hands. “And she wants you to socialise, maybe meet a few girls-“

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tom placed the glass beer bottle down against the bar top a little loudly. However, due to the music infiltrating the room, only a few close bystanders heard it. Sam winced a little and held his brother’s arm, urging him to relax and not make a scene. But Tom was suddenly mad.

“Look, just drop it and talk to her about it tomorrow. She’s been really upset the past few days and neither of you are helping make the situation better.”

“Why is she upset?” Tom scoffed, snatching his arm out of the hold of Sam’s. He couldn’t believe his mum was trying to play matchmaker already. His heart still felt raw and vulnerable and whilst he was mad, he wasn’t going to sugar coat the fact that she was partly the reason why he was hurting. Zendaya was a person who thrived on vocal reassurance; Nikki’s words had just confirmed her doubts about being with Tom and made it into a reality. “She’s the one who made my girlfriend break up with me, she’s the reason Zendaya’s not here-”

“Oh, come on, bro, you know that’s not true.” Sam sighed. He hated when everybody fought and as the peacemaker of the family he felt it was his responsibility to sort everybody’s kinks out. “We can talk about it tomorrow, don’t do this on your big night.”

Tom nodded but his brother’s and consequently his mother’s words sat at the forefront of his brain all night. He could feel her eyes on him and some weird, spiteful part of him wanted to do exactly what she asked of him. He’d grown up doing everything his parents had asked of him. They’d put him in ballet and kids at school teased him for it, but he did it anyway because it’s what his parents wanted. He went into show business because they asked him to. And yes, he enjoyed it all, but it had always started off with what they wanted. Years later, he was still doing what they wanted, and it seemingly wasn’t enough for them. Tonight, he’d done the socialising part and it still hadn’t made his mum content.

So, with a very petty smirk in her direction, Tom approached a young actress whose name was circulating in the business, Ella Purnell. He wasn’t flirting with her or anything of that sort, they said hello, smiled for a picture and then separated but as they spoke, Tom kept looking back at his mum, their eyes fixated on each other. He was trying to prove a point. It didn’t matter if the Miss Universe was thrust in front of his face, she wasn’t going to compare to his girlfriend. As Tom’s eyes met his mother’s, they were silently screaming “I’m talking to other girls that aren’t Zendaya. I’m still not happy. Are you?”

Across the pond, Zendaya had been … happy. Being her typical self, she’d spent ages lurking on the likes of Twitter as people congratulated and fawned over Tom and his Bafta. She was unbelievably proud of him and she was glad that their separation was enabling him to fulfil his dreams without any hindrances.  It was safe to say, she’d fallen asleep with a smile on her face.

On the contrary, the smile wasn’t there when she woke up in the middle of the night. She had a stampede of messages from Darnell and Deja, two of her closest friends, all of them asking if she was okay. At first Zendaya was confused but all confusion was replaced with heartache as soon as she opened her first message and then her second, and then her third – they were all links to gossip columns talking about Tom and his potential new love interest, Ella.

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[deepseawritings]

idk if youre still doing these but if so, maybe 79 or 81 with scar and strelok? your content gives me life honestly

Sorry for the delay in answering anon! I’ve been short on writing time lately, so I more or less fused both prompts (79. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” & 81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”) into a single one-shot. And thank you so much for your ringing endorsement!! :D

“Did I hear thatright?” It was a pointless question, Scar knew perfectly well what he’dheard. He wasn’t that old.

“I don’t seethe problem, it’s only water. It won’t make you shrink down or anything, ”Strelok waspishly shot back.

Scar could feelthe exhaustion settling over him like a heavy blanket. Or perhaps that was onlyan effect of the heat. It was a summer hell here in Yanov; sticky hot andrelentless sun all day long for weeks. And most probably the reason theirtempers had been running so short for the last few days. The proximity of theso called Ash Heap Anomaly didn’t help matters. The ruins of Kopachy village were like an oven.

“We’re inthe middle of a thunderstorm, and you want to stop and feel the rain? Thisisn’t a musical!“

“We’realready getting wet!” Strelok pointed to the missing wall and roof of thehouse they’d been investigating.“And at least out there there’s lessradiation!”

He saw Strelok goaway in a huff, out of the rundown shack they were looting and into the rain.Scar rubbed his palm over his hair and snorted in frustration. Say whatever youwanted, it was a stupid idea. Strelok was gonna –

A shot rang out,the unmistakable sound of a bullet grazing a brick wall. He got out in less thana second and ran towards Strelok. A small horde of zombified stalkers was coming towards them. Some days it almost seemed like they spontaneously spawnedaround the ruins of the village. Of course, Strelok was highly efficient inshooting at shuffling bastards, but Scar felt compelled to help him.

The rain blurred hisvision and using the scope didn’t yield much different results either. It also muffled the sound of everything elsethat wasn’t the droplets hitting on the drenched ground. Thunder slashed the skyin a flash of light. The rumble was so loud it made the ground vibrate.Another flash of orange light illuminated the horde slowly approaching them,and Scar felt the panic bubble in his chest. It was a fucking blowout, he wassure of it. He could feel it. Theyhad to go, now. The house behind him was not good enough to protect them froman emission but they had a whole village to choose from. Surely they’d findsomething.

He focused backinto the situation at hand and shot down a zombie that was flanking Strelok,who was making short work of the rest of the horde with deadly accuracy.

Scar went up tohim and put his hand on Strelok’s shoulder. “We need to go!”

“What? Why?”Strelok didn’t even look at him, too busy reloading his old SIG. “Therearen’t that many, we’ve fought off worse odds.”

“We have tofind cover. Trust me.” Strelok looked at him now, studying Scar’sexpression. He hesitated for a moment, like he was weighing options in hishead, and then nodded in agreement.

Scar draggedStrelok by the sleeve of his SEVA suit while frantically searching for ahouse that wasn’t too destroyed. He eventually found what he was looking for onthe other end of Kopachy. The house was miraculously whole, at least whencompared to the rest. The inside was empty, both of furniture and rubble.

“Mind tellingme what all this is about?” Strelok asked him once Scar let go of him.

It would happen soon, any moment now.After two weeks of deceptive calm this one would be big, he knew it. And Scar hadvowed to never get caught out on another damned blowout. It wasn’t aparticularly fun experience. However, the sky continued to be a dark grey,overcast and rainy. Not a trace of alarming reddish colours or the usual roaringof the building psi emission.

“Scar!”Strelok was getting impatient from being ignored.

He didn’t answer.Could it be that he was wrong? Scar still felt like he always did before ablowout, but nothing was happening.

“Can you please fucking answer me?!”

A sudden crackingsound, like the earth was being ripped apart, followed by a flash of intenselight. Still, it looked like a thunder from storm. Too normal. Or it did right until everythingwent dark as midnight.

The violent changeof color into a red so deep it looked brown was accompanied by furious howling of the wind and thecrackling of thunder. So it was a blowout after all. Good to know he hadn’tgone off the deep end yet.

After all thosedays of calm, the emission now was determined to make them pay for it. Scar andStrelok waited for the emission to pass, holding onto each other for support.Scar was aware he was bleeding from the nose again, even though he had taken cover this time. Strelok clung to his arm with a vice-like grip. Since it wasimpossible to hear anything over the roar of the blowout, Scar simply grabbedStrelok’s hand and squeezed it tight. His head felt like someone was trying toscramble his brain, although it had been much, much worse whenever he’d weathered the emissions while outside.

Time always seemedto stand still during blowouts, a strange lurch in the flow of time until itwas over and life resumed as normal. And when the psi storm vanished, it leftthe normal storm in its place like nothing happened.  Scar was slightly dizzy, but he was confident it would soon pass. He used hissleeve to wipe the nosebleed, but blood kept flowing. And when he took a step forward he stumbled and nearly fell down.

“I’ve gotyou,” Strelok said as he held him upright. “You’re safe, I won’t letyou fall.”

But falling wasn’tthe problem here and they both knew it. Perhaps he should accept Ozersky’s offer andlet him run those tests. Guess it was time to know exact how fucked up he was.

“Strelok?Getting under the rain now would be great.” Feeling the cold water on hisface sounded heavenly.

“Oh, so nowit is a good idea, but when I suggest it then it’s madness,” Strelok’scomplaint was half serious, half a joke. But Scar could also tell the worryburied beneath it all.

The rain workedlike a charm and soon he was able to walk on his own without wobbling. Still,Strelok kept Scar’s arm slung over his shoulders like it was the most normal thing todo.

“I can walk on myown, you know.” Walking waseasier when you weren’t being guided by a considerably smaller person.

Strelok just said “Sure you do” and held onto his arm tighter. Stubborn idiot, hecould kiss him and hit him for that. He was seriously thinking about doingeither of those. Strelok even looked up at him, expectantly. However, the moment was killed by the distant groaning of a newhorde of zombified stalkers approaching from the south. Were they endless or what?

“C’mon, let’s go,” Strelok sighed and tugged at his arm. 

Scar thought aboutfiring at the zombies for breaking such a promising moment, but it was a waste of bullets. So he let himself be led by the stubborn stalker holding him, and they slowly walked together under the rain and away from the wrecked village.

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[btsmutimagines]

Ladykiller (M)

Anon requested: Can I please request a scenario where Taehyung is the resident fuckboi at ur university(it's a College AU) and you're the only girl he hasn't banged yet so when he sees you at a party he makes it his mission to get you out of your pants and into his room annddddddd he accomplishes his mission of you know what I mean😉

I changed it a bit but I hope it's still okay!

Word Count: 6.7k words

You believed in destiny when your acceptance letter into your top choice came to your house. You believed in destiny when you managed to get a perfect mark with one of the hardest professors in your program. You believed in destiny when you met your best friend in that same lecture hall. Despite your unwavering belief in destiny, you knew it was anything but destiny when the biggest playboy in your university moved across the hall from you.

You vaguely remember seeing a little old lady taking groceries there once but a week later, there he was knocking on your door.

“Hello, I just moved here and I thought I should introduce myself and–” he looked up, smirking when your eyes met.

“Today must be my lucky day.” You answered the door in shorts and a long sweater that covered the emerald green pair. His eyes scanned your body like a bar code and you almost shut the door when he stopped it with his foot.

“Piss off, Kim.”

“If you're into watersports, give me a few minutes. I can quench that thirst with a golden shower.”

“I really hope you drop dead.”

“That's so hurtful, petal. I thought you liked me?”

“Like to kill you in your sleep.”

“What I’m hearing is that you’ll get into my bed, right?”

“Wow, deaf too. Goodbye.”

“Selective hearing, petal.”

“Go away, you stalker.”

“For your information, gorgeous, I live across from you now. Might need some sugar later if you catch my drift.”

“Drift away from my door, asshole.” You spit out, the third time you told him to leave and shut the door successfully. He was probably stupidly smiling, now within arm's reach within you.

The infamous Kim Taehyung, his playboy reputation consists of a swarm of girls that attack him, angry girls that want to get revenge and girls who are proud to sleep with him just once. You, on the other hand, didn't fit into those three categories at all. You had no interest into Taehyung, finding that he thrives on attention and popularity to make a mark. He was an empty shell that filled itself with alcohol and painting a girl's walls white with cum.

To him, it was just a strategy to catch his clearly unwanted attention but it didn't stop him from chasing you. You would keep running until you were out of his sight.

As expected, he was persistent as ever. You started the day with him catching the same bus as you to school, cursing yourself for forgetting your headphones and he talked to you. It was senseless rambling but he didn't ask for a response and kept going.

He waited outside your lecture hall, unfortunately, your last class of the day with his usual swarm following you as you walked away from him. Your best friend, Suzy, pulled your arm, making you notice her.

“Just a typical Tuesday, the beehive is following us again.” She called his followers little bees because they all serve Taehyung like he was some queen bee.

“Just ignore them and get ready for another student session.”

“God, you really live in books, ________. Why can't we do something fun for once?”

“I can offer my services if you're looking for fun.” You felt Taehyung's arm around your shoulders, your immediate reaction was to brush him off.

“Our time could better be spent studying–”

“What do you got up your sleeves, Tae?” You sped up, waking ahead but still within earshot.

“How about drinks on me and karaoke? On one condition.”

“What is it?”

“Petal here is gonna give me some sugar. Simple as that.” He caught up to you, his arm slipping around your waist.

“Go to hell.” You spat, you pushed him off you.  You didn't care if you had an audience, you were just sick of his attitude. You ran off this time, leaving Suzy and Taehyung behind.

“See you at home, babe!”

You were enjoying your favourite book, approaching your favourite scene when you heard a loud shriek. You got up with a crestfallen sigh, seeing the door to Taehyung's apartment open. Was he murdering someone in there and they just barely managed to escape?

Your wild thought was easily rejected by the lack of Taehyung in the apartment. Instead, you were met with a rather large spider on the wall.

“What a wimp.”

“He tried to bite me!” You jumped at the sudden sound of his voice and he was pouting when you looked at him in horror.

“Asshole, don't just start speaking behind me.”

“Oh, what would you like for me to do behind you? I’m an expert, petal.”

“I’m leaving.” You brushed past him but he grabbed your leg. The door was open to anyone to see a lanky man in his 20s clinging onto your leg as if his life depended on it. His head thankfully was against your outer thigh but you rather not lug around a 62kg man on your left leg.

“Come on, help me. Please?”

“Do my ears deceive me? Did the great Kim Taehyung just ask for little old me to help him?”

“Don't be so dramatic, petal.”

“If I’m so dramatic, why don't you get your groupies to do it?”

“I’ll owe you one.”

“Deal.” He got off your leg, letting you take care of the spider. You ignored his nervous energy behind you as you guided the spider out the window and heard him sigh in relief.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“And you owe me one now.”

“I think I know exactly what you want from me.”

“Oh, really?” You cocked an eyebrow, knowing that it was another advancement. Maybe you’ll entertain the idea, making him more vulnerable.

“We don't need any more words, do we?” He slowly cornered you on the wall where the spider used to be, his hand next to your head and you smirked.

“You might, though.”

“Sure, I will–” Your knee brushed against his inner thigh before connecting to his crotch. Hard.

“Fuck!” You ran off, shutting the door behind you and hiding in your own apartment.

You knocked on his door, something you never thought you would be doing but you had no choice.

“Well, well, well, if it's little miss ball buster. Came to apologize?” You rolled your eyes, regretting even thinking of knocking on his door.

“No. But you do owe me one, right?”

“Regretfully so.”

“I’m cashing that in now. Get dressed.”

“For what?”

“Can't you do this without questions?”

“Afraid not, petal.”

“Fine. My sister’s here and–”

“She wants to check out your nonexistent boyfriend.”

“You can hold his place for a day. He’ll come along soon.”

“Don't bet on that, petal. Nobody can handle you.”

“And yet you still try to get in my pants.”

“I’m not a nobody, baby.”

“Whatever. Can you get dressed now, we’re meeting at the Riviera.” He shut his mouth (finally), you sat in his living room while he got dressed. You heard his keys, turning around to see him dressed differently.

“What?” He was wearing a collared shirt, tight black jeans and dress shoes. It contrasts his usual fake greaser look he usually has with his leather jacket being his favourite thing in his wardrobe.

“You have that in your wardrobe.”

“Yeah, I can clean up nicely if I want to, petal. Like what you see?” You got up, walking towards the door with Taehyung walking behind you.

“Can you not act like that in front of my sister?”

“I can be a good boy for you.” He whispered lowly in your ear, making you shiver.

“Please don't say that, gives me chills.” He chuckled, his cool breath hitting the skin near your ear and you gulped.

“I bet you like the thought of me being a good boy for you, huh? Nobody acts like this for you, do they, petal?”

“Let's go, you fucking creep.”

“Is this how you treat all your boyfriends? No wonder you don't have a man.”

“You’re the most infuriating man I ever met.”

“It's an honour.” You rolled your eyes, walking downstairs and out to the street before you felt Taehyung's hand clasping your wrist.

“My car is right here.” You stopped in your tracks, looking at a sleek black sedan. If he had a car,  why does he always take the bus…? Did he take it to be close to you?

You were left to your thoughts, Taehyung wasn't much of a talker and you had nothing to say to him. He opted to hum to the songs on the radio as you looked out the window. Multiple people were going about their days, rushing from one destination to another. They paid you no mind, their thoughts occupied with getting to where they wanted to be.

“We’re here.” You unbuckled your seatbelt and Taehyung opened your door. He was already into his role as your fake boyfriend, now you just had to get comfortable with it. You intertwine your fingers with his, indulging in the warmth of his hand as you two walked into the restaurant.

Your sister waved you over and he followed you to the table. She eyed him, Taehyung smiling at her and he pulled your chair out of you before taking a seat.

“Wow, how did you find someone like him? He's so handsome.”

“I got lucky, I guess.” He smiled at you, squeezing your hand and your heart unexpectedly raced. You ignored it, listening to your sister’s story about her hotel. The people next door kept blasting music at odd hours of the day and when she confronted them, she met the maid who was dancing on top of a guest’s bed.

Meanwhile, you were going crazy over the hand he placed on your thigh, his fingers brushing against your skin. You cursed the gods for the hot weather that led you to wear a sundress today.

“That's crazy.”

“I know, I got her fired. So, onto Mr. Handsome over here. What's your name?”

“Kim Taehyung.”

“Well, Taehyung, how did you meet my baby sis?”

“I liked her a long time, always seeing her in the library reading Plato, Aristotle, Socrates and other philosophers. I knew she was intelligent, making my limited knowledge inferior to hers but I saw her pick up a romance novel one day,” he glanced at you shyly as if it was a confession to you.

“Maybe I’m a silly idiot but I realized that beyond her beauty and brains that she hoped for romance as well. I bumped into her on our paths to different lectures and mustered the courage to ask for her number. After playing hard to get, I think she's softened her heart for me.”

You knew he was faking the story, you two never being in the same building but he used real elements about you. Did he really come to the library and observe you reading? Maybe he was just a good bluffer because your sister bought it.

“You’re smitten for my little sister, huh? Are your intentions pure?”

“Unnie!”

“Handsome guys like him can get any girl he wants. How can you fall for someone who looks like this, he's probably cheating on you!”

“I love her.”

“What?”

“I said I love her. I love the way she tucks her hair behind her ear when she's nervous. I love how emotional she gets when a character in a book dies. I love how brave she is, always killing the bugs in the apartment. I love how feisty she is, never going down without a fight. She's fearless, flawless and hopefully my forever.” Your sister had her jaw dropped and you closed it for her.

“I hate to cut this short but I think you need time to reflect, Unnie. It's not my fault that every man in your life didn't want you for you.” You took his hand, pulling out of the restaurant and he stopped you as you reached his car.

“You didn't have to stick up for me.”

“She was questioning our fake relationship, I defend what's mine.”

“But I’m not yours.”

“Right.”

“I feel a little bad about my sister. Do you want to grab dinner or something since we're already out…” You got in the car, him putting his key in the ignition.

“Depends. Are you for dessert?”

“I think I saw a bus stop a few blocks back–” You out your hand on the handle, serious about taking the bus back to the apartment. You tried to remember any restaurants along the way when he spoke up.

“I was kidding, petal. I know a place around here, just stay please?”

“Since you asked so nicely,” You strapped on your seat belt and placed your hands in your lap. He shook his head and drove to a bar. At the time of day, you knew it wouldn't be open but he opened the door with ease.

“Did you not see the closed- Oh, it's this bastard.”

“You have no respect, Min. I bring along one of my girls and you act like this.”

“Oh, is this the infamous ________?” You noticed him too, the orange hair unmistakable. It was Jimin, Taehyung's best friend and fellow playboy. He was different in his approach, being the shoulder you lean on until you dig your fingernails in his skin in pure ecstasy. It bothered you how everyone around you knew their acts and still blindly fall for it every time.

“Petal?”

“Just thinking.”

“Is it an escape plan?” Jimin joked, getting elbowed by Taehyung childishly.

“I'm great company.”

“More like you own a great company, Mr. Heir.”

“I wonder why you work as a bartender when your parents are restaurant moguls.”

“Gotta start from the scratch, Tae.”

“Can you scratch us up some food, Min?” You sat down, Taehyung sitting in front of you and stretching his long legs. He rested his head on his hand while he stared at you and you looked away.

“You look pretty today.”

“Are you sick?”

“No, but you can't take a compliment.”

“I can't take you being anything but sexual.”

“So, you like what I say, huh?”

“No, I don't but you don't have to continue to be a good guy.”

“But I am a good guy.”

“And I sing like IU.”

“That's offended to IU.” You kicked his leg, him chuckling at you and throwing his head back.

“It's not funny, you ass.” He only laughed more and you rolled your eyes, Jimin finally arriving with food at that moment. The sight of food shut him right up and you ogled at the delicious food in front of you.

“Enjoy, lovebirds.”

“We’re not a thing.” You said before taking a bite of your food. It was a mix of many foods, breaded shrimp, mini enchiladas and tacos, spring rolls, with a salad. The combination was odd, to say the least, but you were happily munching.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was eating so much you were afraid he would eat his plate and yours next. He had some breadcrumbs on his cheek, you reaching out to wipe it away. He stared at you, his ears turning red before he mumbled out a thank you.

“Someone's blushing.”

“Just keep cleaning your glasses, busboy.” He snapped and went back to cleaning his plate. You hate to admit it, he looked kinda cute with his ears turning red and acting shyly.

You finished your plate, Jimin taking both to the back and wiggling his eyebrows at Taehyung. He grumbled as he paid Jimin before you could fish your wallet out of your purse.

“I could have paid, you know.”

“What kind of fake boyfriend would I be if I didn't pay for a date?”

“It wasn't a date.”

“Doesn't matter, my mother raised to treat women like princesses.”

“And yet you're a playboy.”

“She didn't say I couldn't apply that principle to the bedroom.”

“You’re such a–”

“Gentleman. Don't have to tell me twice.”

“Asshole.”

“Oh, I haven't heard that in a while.”

“I hate how you act so high and mighty as if I’m not on the same level as you.”

“Because I am high and mighty. For a smart girl, that concept took a while to sink in.”

“I’m sick of this.” You walked out, looking for a bus stop when you felt Taehyung's hand pulling yours.

“Leave me alone.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I didn't mean it.”

“Whatever, take me home.” You didn't speak to him again, walking into your apartment and he stopped you again.

“Let it go, Taehyung. I'm over it.”

“________.”

“Night.” You mumbled as you slipped into your apartment, leaving Taehyung standing outside your door.

It was finally girls night after weeks of hard studying and you felt you owed it to yourself to have fun. Locking your door, you turned around to meet Taehyung's face and you stumbled backwards into your door.

“Evening, petal. Where do you think you're going?”

“None of your beeswax.”

“Come on, petal. Can't we be friends?”

“I didn't know you knew what a ‘friend’ was.”

“To commemorate our friendship, let's go out for drinks. It's on me.”

“No one wants to drink with you, huh?” You caught onto him, guessing his friends probably ditched him. Knowing him, he wouldn’t go out alone.

“Jimin’s on a date, Jungkook is out of town and my other friends are visiting their girls.”

“Maybe you should get a girlfriend that can hang out with you.”

“You’re the closest thing.”

“Stay home, Taehyung.”

“But I don't wanna.”

“I don't care, it's girls night–”

“Perfect, let's go.” He dragged you along, pulling you into his car and opening the door for you. You refused to get in, making him force you in and he quickly got in.

“This is kidnapping.”

“Got a case of Stockholm syndrome, petal?”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I know you love me.” As if on cue, Baby by Justin Bieber came on.

“Stupid Jungkook…” You giggled to yourself as Taehyung managed to hum all the words to the song. He belted out songs, surprisingly on key and his voice was sweet and baritone. It never crossed your mind that he was a really good singer but that would explain his recommendations of karaoke bars.

“Where to, petal?”

“The Lounge.”

“Ah, so you’ll go to a karaoke bar with your girlfriend but not me?”

“They won't try to spike my drink.”

“Baby, have you seen this face? I don't need to spike any drink to get anyone to come home with me.”

“I wonder how your personality doesn't scare them off.”

“I’m too busy getting them off–”

“Thank God we’re here, Suzy!” You got out the car before he could park, running over to your best friend and the group of friends you hung out with.

“Whose car was that?”

“Oh my god, is that Taehyung?”

“Ladies, I came to crash your night. Do you mind?”

“Certainly, ________ has no objections.”

“He invited himself, I swear.” They teased you, Taehyung smiling and you elbowed him.

“Enough, karaoke night now!” Your group went in with Taehyung staying by you, slightly annoying you but you weren't going to let him impede on your night.

You shamelessly belted out songs in between drinking, finishing a duet with Suzy before plopping into the seat next to Taehyung.

“Your ear is so pretty, Tae.”

“Okay, you’ve had too much to drink.”

“One more please?” You drunkenly pout, earning a chuckle from Taehyung as he told the server that you were too drunk. You didn't pay any mind to it, playing Taehyung's hair while he did so and brushing your fingers against his neck.

“Looks delicious.”

“Hey, don't go make out in the corner!”

“Don't tell me what to do!” You pulled Taehyung's jacket collar, looking into his wide eyes before leaning in. You missed your target, kissing his cheek and he laughed.

“Not here, sweetheart.”

“Wow, ________, how brazen.”

“Hey, you’re just jealous that you couldn't tie down my Taehyung.”

“I think she's good for tonight. Let's go, Taehyung.” You whined as Taehyung grabbed your stuff, wanting to stay longer and he picked you up. His chest was solid against your side, you decide to trace in the crevice between his pecs.

“I’m surprised you didn't drink.”

“Seeing Petal here drown three beers made me the designated driver.”

“Stop calling me Petal, I’m a whole flower bitch.”

“Whatever you say.” Suzy sat in the back with you, you opening your window and letting the night air run through the tips of your hair.

He drove fast, reaching the apartment building in no time and you stumbled out onto the sidewalk. Suzy held onto you as you walked up to your shared floor with Taehyung.

“Can I trust her with you?”

“You might but she won't.”

“Let me stay with my Tae–”

“You go off to bed, Missy.”

“So bossy.”

“Is she always this cute when she's drunk?”

“That's cute? She looks like a hot mess.”

“A cute mess.”

“You’re pretty cute too~”

“Enough.” Suzy unlocked the door to your apartment, pushing you inside while you turned to look at Taehyung before she shut the door.

Your mind was a hazy blur when you woke up the next morning, memories of last night coming into focus and you screamed into your pillow.

“________! Are you okay?” Suzy ran into your room, you covering your face in embarrassment. Not only did you call him pretty cute and called him yours, you went as far as being bold enough to almost kiss him.

“You remember, don't you?”

“Do you know any methods for a painless death?”

“Just own it. So, what if you were touchy, kissed Taehyung on the cheek and called him yours?”

“It sounds worse when you say it aloud.” You got out of bed, going into the kitchen with Suzy following. She made a hangover shake and you downed it, not focusing on taste.

“Just focus on the bright side, you can hide for two days.”

Those two days passed by faster than you’d like, making you return outside when Taehyung could catch you at any moment.

“Hey, Petal–” You rushed past him, ignoring his continuous attempts to get you to stop and you managed to catch the bus before he could get on.

You spend your day, taking every route that led you to class without the possibility of seeing Taehyung. Just as you put in an effort to avoid him, he put in just as much to meet you at any turn.

“It's only been one night, you can bounce back from this.”

“Ignore them, wanna go out for lunch?”

“Why would I ever turn down food? Let's go!” She grabbed your hand, pulling you along as she ran with you in tow. You didn't look back to see Taehyung’s confused stare to conceal to his disappointment in yet another failed attempt to reach you.

You and Suzy made it to a small bistro, ordering a simple lunch as you wiped the sweat from your forehead. She made you run for blocks and you were sure you lost them after the first three blocks but she didn't slow down until you two were at the bistro.

“So, how’s life?”

“It's being shitty. Ever since that night, he has been asking for sugar every single day.”

“He’ll get diabetes at that rate.”

“That's a horrible joke.”

“I was being serious, how much sugar do you have in your apartment to give to him every day?”

“Suzy. I'm losing it.” It was already a nuisance to have him plop himself next to you in the library as you study. He would keep trying to distract you with his annoying tactics, the result of you two getting kicked out and you having to find a new place to study. At times, you tried to comprehend how he ever got into this university and not get kicked out with his slacker attitude and party mindset.

It’ll remain the world’s greatest mystery in your books.

“Okay, okay. I have the perfect solution.”

“What is it?”

“Date him.”

“I love you but you can choke.”

“Geez, your sense of humour is nonexistent.”

“I just can't stand him, how he always has a stupid smirk on his face, the dazing state he uses in girls and they always swoon-”

“Did you just say ‘swoon’? Were you born in the 1930s?”

“Shut up, you know what I meant. He’s such a player.”

“He’s still pretty hot, though.” You stared at Suzy, who sipped on her drink as you processed what she just said. Despite his outwardly flirtatious attitude, she's still drawn into the disgusting aura he radiates?

“I’ve seen better.”

“Well, there is one guy hotter than him…” She trailed off as someone else entered the bistro, you turn to see who entered. You knew exactly why she stopped talking, the man was absolutely breathtaking and–

“Off-limits.”

“What? Why~” She whined, the beautiful man was none other than Jimin, a single hair flip causes women to faint at the sight. He was sweet and charming, which made the fact he was Taehyung’s best friend more confusing to you. How could a cute and charming guy want to hang out with an overconfident airhead who didn't come back to the ground like everyone else was beyond you?

He sported brown hair now, probably going for a more natural and a-boy-you-can-take-home look.

“Come on, he’s the lesser evil between the ladykillers.”

“Ladykillers? They're murderers? I knew I could smell the old woman who used to live in Taehyung's apartment on him–”

“You’re so old-fashioned, Jesus. A single glance from him or Taehyung could kill a lady, hence their nickname.”

“He’s off-limits, Suzy. He's–”

“________! Suzy! I didn't know you two were having lunch now.” He flashed a cute smile, your heart melting a little at the sight but you cleared your throat to toughen up. His cute aura was mental warfare, easily making anyone fall for him before he went for the kill.

“Well, yeah.”

“You can join us if you’d like.” You snapped your head in Suzy’s direction, seeing her elbow resting on the table as Jimin stood in front of your table. She was too busy having eye sex with him to notice your hard stare before Jimin sat next to her.

“Don't mind if I do. I heard Taehyung moved into your apartment building, ________?”

“Across from my apartment.”

“Isn't that great? They can bond.”

“Everyone knows how he likes you, ________.”

“Yeah, how much he’d like to get in my pants.” You muttered under your breath before taking a sip of your drink. It was still cold, your body relishing in the coolness. Of course, you knew Jimin was on the ‘give him a chance’ side with Suzy, seeing as he won't bad mouth his best friend to his next target.

“I know he had his ways but he's changing. He hasn't been to a party in weeks, just being cooped up in that apartment.”

“Just because I live across the hall doesn't mean I could hear all the girls he's brought home last week.” You shot down Jimin, the brown-haired man silently searching for a retort.

“He's lost in this world, ________. He's got a story that isn't mine to tell but it's why he is the way he is. You just got listen to him.”

“It's probably some sob story about how his dad wouldn't give him a new car to play with and how he took the bus a few times with vague childhood memories.”

“________…”

“Nice to see you still have your voice, Suzy. You can keep Jimin here busy.”

“You’re leaving.”

“I don't know if he put you up to this but I sure as hell don't want to fill my mind with useless thoughts of him.” You took your drink, got your food to go and paced back your apartment. A relieved sigh escaped your lips as you weren't ambushed by Taehyung on your way inside.

Instead, you were met with the side of him shamelessly making out with a woman against his apartment door. She had her hands on his ass, caressing and squeezing as they sloppily kissed. You couldn't watch any longer, entering your apartment and shutting the door loudly.

You felt a pang in your chest as you slid down to the floor with your back against your door.

Muffled through the door, you could still make him say “Let’s take this inside” and you felt your heart sink. Maybe you were one of those silly girls that thought could change him.

It was a Saturday night, a few months after Taehyung moved in and weeks since you saw him with that woman. You knew you’d started to like the heartbreaker, remembering the fake date you took had and how he didn't take advantage of you when he had the chance to.

You hated how awkward you’ve made things, Taehyung wouldn't even glance in your direction and spend his time running from you instead of the opposite. It hurt you to see yourself searching for the ghost of him in the places he’d go.

He was a mirage in your life, something that you hoped wasn't simply an illusion you could never see again. Of course, he didn't want to be forgotten by the party scene, throwing a banger across from you.

It was invite-only and you clearly weren't on that list. The loud bass of the music drummed through your walls and you tried your damnedest to ignore it but it became too much for you. You went through your closet, knowing that you weren't going to get in while wearing pyjamas with pink kittens on them. You opted for a little black dress, quickly zipping it up and some black heels.

The dudes at the door obviously noticed you, seeing you came through the door in front of them but they tried not to stare.

“You can enter.” One of them said as you walked past them, the apartment greeting you with loud music and keg stand in the living room. You walked directly to his bedroom, hoping you wouldn't catch someone having sex and saw it was Taehyung himself sitting in the bed.

“What are you doing here?”

“Hoping you could turn down the music.”

“In that?”

“I didn't kitten printed pyjamas would do the trick.”

“Bet they looked cute on you.”

“Adorable even.”

“I’ll get them to turn the music down, so you can um…”

“Taehyung. We can't keep doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Avoiding each other.” He got up, looking at you as you stood near the door.

“Well, you started it. Was it so shameful to drink in front of me or to drunkenly call me cute?”

“Yeah.”

“Why is that? You thought I believed you? You were fucking drunk, half the shit you were saying was complete nonsense.”

“I’m not allowed to be embarrassed?”

“It's not like I mean anything to you.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“And you’re a bitch.” By now, he was standing in front of you. You pulled him by his neck, roughly pressing his lips against yours and he immediately pressed his hands to your sides.

You heatedly kissed him, letting your anger turned sexual frustration out on him as he began to strip off your clothes. You removed his clothes between kisses, your breaths shallow after continuous kissing.

“You drive me so fucking crazy.”

“And you make me fucking mad.” You gasped as he sunk his teeth into your neck, sucking a fresh hickey before leaving a trail down to your shoulder. His hands roughly massaged your breasts as his fingers pinched your nipples.

You bit your lip, not wanting to boost his oversized ego with the sounds of your moans and he smirked.

“I’m gonna make you cum so hard you forget how to feel anything but me.” He flipped you over, him on top of you and sunk between your thighs. You spread your legs a little, him pulling them apart roughly and examining your wet cunt.

“Already wet for me, baby? I barely touched you.”

“So fucking cocky.”

“Don't talk back.”

“Make me.” You spoke too soon, he made eye contact with you as he slowly entered two fingers into you. He curled his fingers, stretched them as you continued to suppress your moans.

“Moan for me.”

“I said make me.”

“Still got fight in you, huh? I can fix that.” He flipped you on your stomach and propped up your lower half, removing his fingers briefly before pushing them back in. As he pumped his fingers into you, he smacked your ass. He alternated cheeks, the sting only making you visible wetter and it became harder to contain your shameful moans.

“That's it, baby. I make you feel so good, don't I?”

“M–More.”

“What a greedy little bitch.” He grunted and added a hard slap to you ass before complying with your request. You moaned as he expertly fingered you, clutching the sheets. He pressed his tongue against you, your legs being to feel like jello as the tip of his tongue flicked your clit.

“Ah– fuck Taehyung.”

“You can still talk, not fucking you hard enough, aren't I?” He slammed four fingers into you, knocking out any words you had to snap at him.

“You’re going to cum, aren't you princess?”

“M-Mhm.”

“Words, princess.”

“Ah, f-fuck–I'm gonna cum–” You felt the sheets get wet under you and Taehyung wiping his fingers on your ass.

“A squirter, huh? I wonder how many times you can squirt for me.” You didn't have the time to protest until you felt him begin to suck in your very sensitive cunt again. He worked his tongue, licking and sucking on all the right places to invoke your endless moans.

You came again, feeling winded from consecutive orgasms and he was only getting started.

“I’m so fucking hard from seeing you squirt this much for me. I’ll reward you.” You felt him move off the bed, looking over to see him going through a drawer before pulling out a blindfold.

“Put this on me.” You complied, tying the silk fabric over your eyes and he waved his hand in front of your face.

“I think you’ll like this. All fours.” He moved behind you as you positioned yourself and you heard him unzipping his pants. You felt something push into you, the shape obviously a vibrator. The hum of the vibration inside you threatened to push your limits as you tried to contain your third orgasm.

“You take it so well, I think you're my favourite playmate.” This time, he was in front of you and you tried your best to stay quiet. He took your hand to palm his cock and let you do the rest. You pulled down his pants, stopping when you heard the belt hit the mattress and moved closer.

“Don't you dare let that vibrator slip out, understood?” You nodded as you continue to touch him. He was big, the perfect girth and length. He groaned as you lick the underside of his cock, slowing down on the vein to tease him.

You almost purred to the sound of his groans as your tongue cautiously licked the head, seeing he is just as desperate for an orgasm as you are. He tangled his fingers into your hair, an attempt to maintain control and you submitted. You slowly took in his cock, muffling any sound that you emit.

You bounced your head at his pace, listening for any sounds of displeasure. He only had praise, telling how much of a good girl you were and raising the speed of the vibrator. You could feel your juices flowing down your thighs before reaching the bed and he reached over to slap your ass. It was a sign to pick up the pace and you bobbed your head with fervour and he loudly grunted.

He pulls out of your mouth, pulling your head up by holding your chin and whispering delectably in your ear.

“I can't wait to fuck you.” He slipped the vibrator out of you, the sudden emptiness made you whine and he spanked you again.

“Can't deny your little pussy of my cock any longer, huh?”

“Please, just fuck me already.”

“As you wish.” He raked his nails over your back down to the dimples on your lower back before gripping your hips. He didn't bother to tease you, patience was worn thin and you moaned at the pleasurable stretch.

“Doesn't hurt, right?”

“I can take a little pain.”

“Good fucking girl.” He pounded you, the bed shaking for the power of his thrusts. Whimpers, moans, groans and grunts paired with the slapping of skin as he fucked you drowned out the party outside the door.

“They can hear you, baby. Love my fat cock up your tight pussy, huh?”

Remembering that a drunk couple could stumble upon the two of you excited you, knowing that Taehyung could easily pull you out of the room and put you on display in front of his friends. All eyes on you as he slammed his cock inside you and all you could do was moan his name in broken sobs.

“H–Harder.” He yanked your hair, his pace speeding up and he spanked you hard. You mewled at the delicious sting of his large hand connected with your ass. You knew he had a spanking fetish with hands like his and you just loved the way it felt.

“Tighten around me.” You obliged, earning a ‘you’re so good, baby’ and a harder yank at your hair. Through this, your only options were sounds of euphoric pleasure and cursing. His name slipped past your lips a few times, your mind pooling down as your cunt dripped on the sheets.

“I’m so fucking close.” You hummed, knowing words would fail you and he began to sloppily thrust. He pulled out of you, his sticky cum landing on your back and mixing with the beads of sweat that covered your body.

You collapsed on the bed, tired and not having the energy to clean yourself up.

“You’re okay, right?”

“Clean me up.”

“Okay, bossy.” You felt the towel smoothed over every area of you, his hands lingering on your ass in particular before he tossed the towel away.

“Tired?”

“Mhm.” You took off the blindfold, putting the fabric cloth on his bedside table.

“Good.” He pulled you up to change the sheets, climbing into the bed with you and holding you close.

“Are you falling asleep on me?”

“I can't. We just had sex and I’m tired.”

“Don't girls like pillow talk?”

“This girl would like to sleep, please.”

“Whatever you want, petal.”

Unfortunately, your slumber wasn't as long as you’d hoped. The sound of a pan hitting the ground woke you up, making you groan into a pillow. You went to his dresser, changing into one of his shirts and walking into the kitchen.

He had his finger in his mouth, a pan with eggs on the floor and you shook your head.

“It was really hot.”

“Did you not reach for the handle, idiot?”

“This is the last time I’ll try to make breakfast.”

“Stick to cereal, Taehyung.”

“Wouldn't cereal get boring if we have it every morning?”

“We?”

“You thought I was just going to fuck you once and it would be over? I can’t get enough of you, petal.”

“I thought you only had one-night stands.” He propped you on the counter, your arms wrapping around his neck and he leaned in to kiss you.

“Maybe I want to play with you some more. Now, give me some sugar.”

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[probably-enjolras]

Enjolras’ Anon Chapter 9

ughhhh i wanted it to be longer but i’m in too much pain to write more, like yeah it’s 1.6k but i wanted to get to 3k, alas

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Enjolras went home from his it’s-a-date-but-it’s-not-a-date smiling. As soon as he realized that he did in fact like Grantaire, everything felt so much lighter. There wasn’t a constant sense of dread and misery aviating over him.

He also knew where Grantaire lived. He thought about all the times that he was late, but now he could see R running down his stairs. Enjolras smiled at the thought. Grantaire wants to be on time, he really does. He wants to be present.

Enjolras flopped onto his bed, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He felt like a teenager again, blushing while thinking about his crush. He had half the mind to scold himself for being so emotional, but it felt too good to stop.

Enjolras pulled out his phone and sent a text to Courfeyrac and Combeferre.

Enjolras: it’s settled, i like him

Courfeyrac: eyy congrats

Combeferre: this leaves the question of ‘what now?’

Enjolras: i mean… dating?

Courfeyrac: that would be the logical step

Courfeyrac: you like him, he likes you, you two go off and fuck like bunnies!

Enjolras: great talk, let’s put that plan in action

Combeferre: yes, and do you have any plan of how to ask him out?

Combeferre: because saying ‘i know you like me because you’ve been talking to my blog on anon for a while and i went on a hunt to find you’ doesn’t seem like the best thing

Courfeyrac: i mean, why not?

Enjolras: ferre is right, he would want to know why i didn’t just ask him right away

Enjolras groaned and pushed his face into his pillow. Why did this have to be so hard? He just wanted to go out with Grantaire, but this whole scheme of how he even figured out it was R was so elaborate it would seem at best a dick move, and at worse a stalker move.

Courfeyrac: dammit why isn’t ‘hey i like you, let’s go fuck’ not enough

Enjolras: when have i ever been anything but extra

Courfeyrac: fair point

Combeferre: you’ll need to get him alone, and at a pretty nice place

Enjolras: not a restaurant

Enjolras: and it can’t be something he likes too much because then he won’t pay attention to me

Courfeyrac: i think you underestimate his ability to pay attention to you

Courfeyrac: hell, i think he underestimates his ability to pay attention to you

Combeferre: how about a picnic? Simple yet romantic

Enjolras: but i don’t want him to know i want to ask him out

Courfeyrac: movies?

Enjolras: nah, it’s dark and not a place for talking

Combeferre: lunch + a walk to that cafe with cats and books?

Enjolras: yes! I can ask him out during the walk and then we can go do whatever, and if it goes bad we can play with cats

Courfeyrac: ok, it won’t go bad, but it’s nice to have a backup plan

Enjolras: thanks for the advice, I’m gonna go talk to him now

Enjolras put his phone down, staring at the messages. He could do this, right? He liked Grantaire, and he had for a while, even if he didn’t realize it. Grantaire challenged his ideas like no one else, and he did it so nonchalantly. He was someone who bettered Enjolras in ways no friend could.

Enjolras sighed, laying down and looking at his ceiling. How do you ask out the man that betters your existence without even trying? Enjolras rolled over, looking at his desk. His computer was charging on top of a pile of books.

Enjolras sat up and grabbed his computer. He entered his password and logged onto Tumblr. He smiled when he saw that he had asks. The first three were random people and Enjolras deflated for a second, but the final one started with a phrase he had come to recognize on sight.

(passionate anon) we went out today, i mean, not in a proper date, but it did feel like it. he was so cute, and it was so easy to talk to him, i wasn’t expecting that, i thought we would only be able to talk when he had some alcohol in him. i hope we can do that again

Enjolras grinned widely, unable to hold in the sudden rush of joy. He rushed to post the messages and grabbed his phone. He took a deep breath, calming the last of his nerves, before opening up his messages.

Enjolras: hey, had a nice time today, wanna go for lunch again tomorrow? i don’t have anything going on

Enjolras held his breath as he watched the speech bubble in the left hand corner. It can’t take that long to answer a simple question, can it? After what Enjolras could only assume was an eternity, Grantaire responded.

Grantaire: yeah! do you have a place in mind?

Enjolras let out the breath he was holding and smiled to himself.

Enjolras: well i know this place, they serve great muffins and sandwiches, and then maybe that cafe with the kittens?

Grantaire: that sounds great! does noon work for you?

Enjolras: yeah, meet you there!

Grantaire: can’t wait

Enjolras laughed, he couldn’t help it. He had set up a time and place for him to ask Grantaire out. He flopped back down, smiling up at the ceiling.

“I’m really doing this,” he whispered. Enjolras sat back up and looked out the window. It was starting to get dark and he could see his reflection in the glass.

His cheeks were bright red and his hair was mess from his pillows, but he had the largest grin on his face. “I’m gonna do this!” he said to himself, louder this time. Enjolras laughed again, standing up to clean up after his day. He kept repeating that phrase to himself, in awe of what tomorrow has in store.

After he showered and brushes his teeth, Enjolras got into bed. He knew it wasn’t late, it was only 8:30pm, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t wait. Enjolras sighed, closing his eyes and willing sleep to come, and after a few minutes it did.

Sleep left after about six hours. If he had gone to bed at midnight or one, maybe that wouldn’t be such a problem. It would be six or seven, and that’s a reasonable time to start the day. Enjolras could get work done before he went out and he wouldn’t have to work on anything during the day.

But he hadn’t gone to bed at midnight, he had gone to bed at 8:30, and here is was, wide awake at 2:30am wide awake. Enjolras tried to go back to sleep. He got up, made some tea, read a little bit, and laid back down, ready to get some sleep.

Enjolras looked up at his ceiling, sighing to himself. He knew that it was the anticipation that was keeping him awake. It had happened all his life. On the first day of school, he would always wake up early and be ready for the bus an hour early than needed. The same thing happened on holidays and birthdays. His mind was ready to get stuff done, while his body just wanted to sleep.

Enjolras kicked off his blanket, cursing softly. He tried to get as comfortable as possible, but nothing helped. He groaned, pouting to himself. There was nothing he could do, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.

There was a chance that his friends were still awake. Most of them stayed awake until they passed out around three am. That gave him a solid thirty minutes to talk to someone. Enjolras considered it, but decided against it. He didn’t want to explain to his friends how he already got six hours. Some would call him old, some would want to know why he went to sleep at that time, and Courfeyrac would manage to do both.

Enjolras unlocked his phone and, against his better judgement, looked for Grantaire’s instagram account. Being awake late at night and looking through his crush’s instagram was a perfectly normal thing to do, right?

Grantaire didn’t post often, but it was still filled with photos. Some of them were of his artwork or photographs of what he found beautiful. Enjolras smiled, Grantaire was a true artist.

Other photos were photos of his friends. There was one of Joly and Bossuet, clearly not knowing that the photo was taken as they held hand and smiled at each other. Another was of Eponine, smiling at the camera and raising a glass in its direction. The one after that was of Bahorel and Courfeyrac the day they decided to have a rollerskate race down the street. The image depicted the moment Courfeyrac crossed the finish line. It didn’t show the moment after, when Courfeyrac fell when he tried to stop. Enjolras smiled, making a mental note to screenshot all the photos so he could keep them for himself.

But the majority of the photos were of him. Some were of Enjolras giving speeches, others were him talking with friends, or just him on his phone. Enjolras couldn’t believe he never noticed Grantaire take these. He put his phone down, looking at the window.

It still reflected his image, but Enjolras didn’t see himself anymore. He didn’t understand what about him made Grantaire take such beautiful photos. He felt like he didn’t deserve the attention.

Enjolras looked down at his hands and put his phone on his bedside table. He sighed and closed his eyes, but his mind kept running. Maybe if it ran far enough, he would be too tired to think anymore.

Enjolras’ wish to sleep was finally granted around four am, and he drifted off into less than peaceful sleep.

find that les mis lyric! it’s not hidden too well, whoops

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