#and so firing off large numbers of questions isn't flattering it's just uncomfortable

[meanscarletdeceiver]

Ik know this isn't a ask but this is the person who asked you about your opinion on tugs idk how or why you got so mad when I was just asking about tugs but I wasn't to bark orders at you or anything like that

I appreciate this communication. That helps me get a better sense of where you're coming from. I don't believe you were trying to be rude.

However, I know you sent four Tugs asks in two days. I am reasonably sure you are the same anon who also sent at least four other asks over the course of the past week (including the one about OCs and then the follow-up on ERS that I have answered). Plus it's quite possible you are behind three other anon asks.

(I could be mistaken about the additional 4-7 asks. The confusion is one of the risks you run when you send things anonymously. All 11 of these asks have a very similar style.)

Sending four asks in 48 hours is spamming the inbox. And I said (rather angrily, yes—I was feeling heated that day, in more ways than one) that they were "demands" because when you repeat your request four times with no explanation then it does rise to the level of a demand. Anyone would be offended. If you wanted to avoid giving offense or being annoyed, a little extra effort to communicate goes a long way — Sorry if you get this multiple times, I'm not sure this ask went through. Okay, cool. If you had said that, that would be different. I'd have known your motives were uncertainty rather than impatience.

But this miscommunication didn't happen in a vacuum, either. Sending 8 (possibly more) asks in a week is also spamming. It did not predispose me to give you the benefit of the doubt.

Final pro tip: Communication should have a give and take to it. In person this happens more naturally. Online, it takes a bit more effort (though the rules are easier to learn.)

When it comes to dropping asks (or just notes or comments! I know they're called "asks," but it's totally fine to use inboxes the way you did unless the blogger makes it clear otherwise!) the ask-er can frontload a lot of "their end" of the communication when they just have a profile that the ask-ee can click on. That gives me an idea of where you're coming from. Even so, ask-ers often give some context for their asks. Like, they'll say "Hi."

Or "X is my favorite, (s)he's so Y."

Or "I saw your post about X or "Your fic/art is really cool."

Or "lol i didn't realize there was a Thomas the Tank Engine fandom till tonight, this is crazy."

Then they go on to ask a question (if they have one. It's OK not to, really.)

It's not required, but it does help you to come across as friendly.

And it's probably an especially good idea to make this extra effort on anon. Sometimes anons who send more than one ask will literally say "Hey, I was the anon who asked about X." It's just part of building a relationship, even if you are anonymous.

And that sort of relationship can be helpful in establishing yourself as a friendly sort who has basic respect for the people they are talking to online.

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(Also... just to reiterate... just plain don't send someone that many asks at once. Not unless they're actually answering them as fast as you're sending them.)

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Sincerely, MINE

Pairing: Idol Taehyung x Female Fan Reader ft Jaebeom

Summary: Date night with Taehyung turns into dinner with some members of Got7 and some flirting from their leader, Jaebeom, to which your idol boyfriend doesn't take too kindly.

Genre: Idol! au / Reaction! au / Established relationship / Smut / One-shot

Rating: 18+ (Nsfw)

Warnings: Dom!Tae / Sub!Reader / Slight exhibitionism / Slight possessiveness / Unprotected sex (wrap it up guys) / Swearing 

Word count: 2400

A/N: Beta read by @papillonsgf @unoriginal-username15432 and @wheresmymoniat you three are amazing and so helpful, thank you! Thank you to @yeojaa​ for making the break line as I am incapable of such simple things.

I’m posting this for the @btsholidaybingo​ One of my squares was ‘Kim Taehyung’. 

If you want jealous Tae featuring a confident and suave Jaebeom then I hope you enjoy this.

“Hey, Taehyung!” You hear someone call, as you turn to see Mark Tuan from GOT7 walking quickly towards the two of you, a large smile stretching his mouth.

“Mark! How are you?” Taehyung asks, with his bright, boxy grin. The one that makes your insides clench.

“Good, man, it’s good to see you.” He replies, patting him on the shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. “And who's this?” He turns his attention and his brilliant smile to you.

Taehyung practically beams, as his arm winds tightly around your waist, hugging you against his side. “This is my y/n.” He announces proudly.

“So nice to meet you, y/n. I’ve definitely heard a lot about you.” He takes your hand, his grip soft as he slowly shakes. “Why don’t the two of you join us? Will be good to catch up, Tae and to get to know you better, of course.” He grins wider, flashing his set of perfectly straight teeth.

Please, please, please. You look up at Tae with wide hopeful eyes and he can’t help but nod in agreement. 

Mark leads you over to his table where BamBam gets up to greet you both. He's not shy and he pulls you instantly into a warm embrace, his words sweetly echoing Mark's statement of how nice it is to meet you. 

That’s when you see him. Jaebeom. Long hair swept back behind his ears, an ethereal being if ever you saw one. He’s even more handsome in real life, they all are. 

His calm demeanour precedes him as he sits casually in the corner, giving you a slight wave.

It takes all your power not to squeal and grin like an idiot. 

BamBam indicates for you to slide along the leather seats into the booth, meaning you would be sitting next to him. “JB, this is y/n, Taehyung’s girl.” Bam introduces you, as you hesitantly, and rather awkwardly, shift yourself towards him until your thighs are almost touching. 

“Hello.” He smiles politely and bows his head. Your whole face illuminates like the Las Vegas strip in response but your eyes drop shyly to your hands, placed tensely in your lap.

Everyone takes their seats and you end up neatly sandwiched in between Jaebeom and Bam, with Taehyung sitting opposite you.

“Can I just say, y/n is a huge fan of you guys.” Your boyfriend pipes up.

You feel the blush spread hot across your cheeks as Bam nudges you playfully in your side. “Ah, you like GOT7 more than BTS, huh?”

You laugh, feeling more relaxed by the minute. “BTS are number one for me, of course.” 

“Ok, ok," he waves his hand nonchalantly, "but who’s your GOT7 bias?” Bam wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you fight back another laugh.

“It’s Jaebeom.” You hear Tae’s voice say the words and you freeze, instantly feeling your face ablaze with embarrassment. Why? Why would he do that to me? The mischievous glint in his eye sparkles with amusement but is soon replaced with an apologetic grimace when you glare at him. 

Bam taps JB’s shoulder. “Of course it is, it’s always my hyung.” He pouts but gives you a wink which sets your mind at ease that he isn't offended.

“Me?” Jaebum points to himself. “I am flattered.” He smiles coolly at you, eyes intense and watching you closely. He seems to be looking right into you, searching for your innermost kept secrets. You have to look away, feeling more bashful than ever under his consuming stare.

You all discuss what food and drink to get before Taehyung and Mark go up to order. 

Leaning back in your chair feeling a little awkward and shy, when you feel Jaebeom put his arm along the back of your headrest. He turns his body towards you, leg up on the seat. “So, have you ever been to one of our shows?” He asks, raising a perfectly arched brow, his intense gaze burning right into you once again. 

Suddenly, he doesn’t seem as reserved as you initially thought, confidence rolling off him in waves.

You shake your head. “Not yet. Hopefully soon.”

“Seriously, just let one of us know when you want to come, we’ll get you tickets and some good seats. You can even come backstage after, if you’d like and hangout.” He shrugs, as if he hadn't just offered you the chance of a lifetime.

Yes, please! Your mouth almost falls open. “T-that would be amazing! Thank you.”

A satisfied smile spreads across his mouth, pulling his lips into a beautiful curve. You’re unsure as to whether he is flirting with you or you are simply misinterpreting his kindness. 

“How long have you been with Taehyung?” He questions.

“About 8 months, now.” 

He nods slowly. “Still in the honeymoon stage then?”

You frown, not understanding the implication. “I’m sorry?”

He waves off the question. “Are you guys serious?”

Your mouth opens then closes, slightly gobsmacked at the line of questioning. "Yes."

"That's a shame." He winks at you. A movement so simple, but he makes it look so sexy and leaves your heart pounding in your ears at the implication.

As much as you would never cheat on Taehyung and are more than happy with him, this exchange has given you quite an ego boost.

Before you can even respond, Taehyung and Mark are back and you feel Jaebeom slowly remove his arm from behind you.

Thank god. You smile at Taehyung, feeling somewhat relieved he’s back, he returns it but it doesn't reach his eyes. His eyes flicker to Jaebeom and his jaw tenses’. Looks like this is going to be a fun conversation later.

As you’re saying your goodbyes, being pulled into a tight hug from Mark and then Bam, you feel the nerves spread through you like wildfire when it’s your turn to face Jaebeom. 

He takes your hand, opting out of the friendly hug, to which you are somewhat relieved about. Only to bring your hand up to his mouth and gently press his lips to your fingertips, following it with a smirk as he watches your eyes widen in panic. A thrill runs through you at the feel of his lips on your skin but it’s pushed quickly away and replaced with alarm and anxiety.

What is he doing!?

Your heart pounds frantically in your chest, attacking your ribcage with brute force. Before meeting Taehyung, I would have yearned to have this kind of attention from Jaebeom, I would have jumped at the chance...quite literally. But, since Taehyung, there isn’t anyone else that could give me what he already does. 

Your heart thrums wildly but not from want...from trepidation. Feeling Taehyung's burning gaze on the two of you makes your stomach churn. 

Releasing your hand and stepping past you, he leans in to your ear and whispers, "It's been a pleasure to meet you.” 

You gulp, feeling uncomfortable now at the exchange, no longer seeming like harmless flirting and more like a show just for Taehyung.

He leaves without so much as a backward glance. 

The other two wave, looking slightly apologetic, leaving you and Tae alone. 

A long, silent car journey home. The unease growing in the pit of your stomach. 

As soon as the door to your apartment is shut, Tae turns to face you. “Enjoy yourself tonight?” His accusatory tone makes you frown, your annoyance alight in your chest, fire running through every vein.

“What are you talking about?” You slam your keys on the counter. 

He scoffs. “Don’t give me that, I bet you were loving having your bias all over you like that.” 

“At first, of course it was flattering, sure, but if you were actually paying attention to me, then you would have seen how uncomfortable I felt. It must have been written all over my face.” 

He stops for a moment, clearly thinking back.

“Let me guess, you were too busy watching Jaebeom to notice?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

He looks down, away from you and walks over to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring down at the bustling streets below.

His reflection on the glass illuminates with the dark night sky as a backdrop.

Sighing, you close the distance between you and wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his broad back. You can feel the tension rolling off him in waves, all his muscles tense under your touch.

“Watching him with you…” He starts, then lets out a deep breath. “I was trying so hard to hold it in. I didn’t know what to do. All I could do was watch, while it was like he wanted to claim you right in front of me.” His voice wobbles and his body shakes.

“Hey, hey, hey,” You step in front of him and pull his face down to look at you. “No one was making any claim on me. I’m yours, utterly, completely, hopelessly yours. No one else would stand a chance.”

You see the corner of his mouth twitch into a tiny smile. “Even your bias.”

“Even my bias.” You agree. "Although, I gotta say...I think Bam might have stolen that title.”

His mouth pulls up at the side in a smile, eyes still trained on the floor but relief relaxing his features.

You lift yourself onto your tiptoes and touch your lips to his. “You weren't worried, were you?” 

He looks up, his stare fierce as he catches your teasing tone. “No.” He responds, taking a step towards you, causing you to take one back. 

“Are you sure? It seemed like you were.” You continue, knowing exactly how to press the right buttons.

“Why would I be worried?” He takes another step, frowning and pressing your back up against the cold, hard glass of the window, his body flush to yours. “You’re mine.” He almost growls.

Your body responds to his domineering demeanour, a shiver vibrating through you, your underwear already slick to you. 

He grabs your hands and pins them, by the wrists, above your head. “Say it.” He commands.

“I’m yours.” You whisper, your legs weak with anticipation. 

You feel his hand travel up your skirt, lightly caressing your thigh, until he reaches your hot, throbbing crotch. 

He groans when he feels the wet patch already soaking through the lace. “You want me?”

You nod.

“How do you want me? Tell me what you want.” He rubs light circles on your concealed clit.

You moan from the feeling of him touching you but also of him not touching you enough. “Fuck me.” You look up at him, your innocent eyes meeting his. “Fuck me against this window."

You see the heat flash in his eyes and he roughly pulls your panties down and starts unbuckling his belt. His hand comes back to your clit, running his fingers along your wet folds and feeling your entrance. 

“I’m gonna stretch you open, baby.” He whispers, licking your arousal off his fingers. 

You clench your legs together at the sight, desperate for some relief.

He pulls out his generous erection, his jeans still up but open. 

You bite your lip as you look at him and his perfect dick that’s about to ruin you.

He grabs your leg and hooks it over his arm, then lines himself against your entryway. Slowly he pushes himself in and you can’t keep quiet as you feel yourself stretch over him, swallowing him inside you, greedily.

The noise he makes once he’s levelled in you is so sinful it has you clenching around him. 

“You feel so good.” He says, eyes never leaving yours as he starts to move pushing your buttocks against the cold glass of the window.

His hand comes up to your face, cupping your jaw possessively and keeping you focused on him. He thrusts into you, slow and hard but controlled. He knows what you like and he’s showing you exactly that. 

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He asks, eyes trained on your mouth.

You moan, “You, Taehyung.”

“Who can make you this wet?” He thrusts into you harder, hitting that perfect place each time.

“You, just you!” You clasp his broad shoulders, as you feel your orgasm building, your core tight and ready to spring.

“Can anyone else make you feel this good?” He pants.

Your sweet release is so close but you can’t give into it, not until he tells you. “No one.” You whisper, hardly able to focus on anything but the pressure of your impending orgasm. 

Your mind swirls, with his words, his movements and the idea that people in the buildings across from you could see your intimate tangle unfold, it all makes your core ache with pure desperation and raw lust. 

“Would JB be able to make you this wet?” He asks through gritted teeth.

You shake your head, eyes rolling from the thrill. His hard dick moves with such lavish purposely, your body shudders against him.  

“Say it.” He barks, breathing hard and fast. 

He must be close, please let him be close, I can’t hold off for much longer.

“N-no, he wouldn’t!” You call out. “God, Taehyung, please.”

“What, baby?”

“Please, let me cum.” You beg, eyes pleading frantic and fierce.

He smirks, then presses his lips against yours, so tender and soft in comparison to the painful grip on your wrists he still has. 

Oh my god, I’m gonna cum, it all feels too good.

“Cum for me.” He whispers, sending new chills cascading down your spine. He thrusts hard into you one more time as you fall apart, everything unravelling as your walls clench around him, milking him to orgasm too. His warm seed spilling into you, filling you completely.

Your mind and body are full of him as you’re unable to focus on anything but the sounds of his pleasure and the bliss he’s giving you. You don’t want it to end. 

“Fuck, y/n.” He grinds into you, the feeling prolonging the spasms of pleasure. 

As the pulses of your climax die down, he releases your leg and pulls you away from the window but still has you pressed firmly against him. 

“No one else.” You reutter to him as his forehead meets yours tenderly.

Smirking, he raises an eyebrow. “Oh baby, we’re not done yet. I’m gonna have you calling my name all night, to make sure you know exactly who you belong to.”