#sir I am still available whenever

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Minor Crush

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You’re one of the best mechanics in town, and Dean Winchester makes it a priority to bring his car whenever she needs work done.

Square Filled: “As always sir, a great pleasure watching you work.” (2021) for @spnquotebingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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The worst part about your job is misogynistic men who hate the fact that a woman can do a “man’s” job. Still, you have to talk to them because that’s your job. You lean back in your chair and close your eyes in annoyance at the man you’re talking to over the phone.

“Sir, I’d be more than happy to help you get scheduled for the 21st, but the only available mechanic is me.”

“No offense sweetheart, but I am not letting a woman touch my Viper.”

You bite back what you want to say and try to keep it professional. “Sir, if you want a different mechanic, you’ll have to pick a different day.”

“Keep up, dollface. I can’t do it any other day. I need it done in the 21st. Let me speak to a manager.”

“I am one. If you need it done on the 21st, I will be working on it. If you don’t like that, take your car somewhere else. It’s that simple, but good luck trying to find someone to fix your Viper. Everyone you did ask recommended me for the job, but I am a woman. I have no idea what I’m doing. I just work at the best mechanic shop in town.”

The man curses under his breath. “Fine, book me for the 21st. I’ll see you at ten.”

“Pleasure doing business with you, sir.”

You hang up and lose the preppy attitude. You groan and put your head in your hands, and that’s when your boss walks out of the office.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Have I told you how much I love men?” you ask with an eye roll.

“Business is slow. Do you want to take the rest of the day off?”

“Nah, I have cars to fix. Reggie can man the phones.”

You leave your desk and head into the shop where three of your coworkers are working on cars. You’re the only woman in the shop so that customer isn’t the first one you’ve had those conversations with. You’re also one of the best mechanics in the shop. Your dad and brother taught you everything you needed to know growing up. You lived on a farm and fixed everything from tractors to cars, your own or the neighbor’s.

You love working with your hands and getting them dirty. You take great pleasure in taking something that’s broken and fixing it. The shop closes at six but you like to stay after and grab some overtime hours. That, and you get lost in time whenever you’re underneath a car. Like now, you don’t realize that everyone else has already left for the day until you look around the empty shop.

You slide out from underneath the car and walk toward the open hood to get a peek at the engine. You reach in and grab the loose piece you were trying to undo from beneath it.

“As always, ma’am, a great pleasure watching you work.”

You look up and see none other than Dean Winchester standing in your shop.

“Dean!” you smile widely. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, it has. You know the job takes me everywhere.”

“I don’t since you won’t tell me what you do,” you chuckle and wipe your hands with a greasy rag. “I’d shake your hand but I have grease all over my hands.”

“And some on your face.”

You blush and turn away from him to blindly feel for the grease spot. You and Dean have a complicated relationship. He knows how to fix cars but there’s only so much he can do before needing help. Your specialty is working on old cars because they aren’t complicated. Sure, it’s hard to get parts for them but you know someone who supplies them to you. Dean found you and brought in his 1967 Chevy Impala that was totaled. He would have worked on it himself but he claimed his job needed him and couldn’t fix it.

That was the start of your relationship.

Even if it was something he could fix, he’d bring his car to you. At first, you asked a million and one questions about what he did, but then you realized after a while that he wasn’t going to tell you. He didn’t want to bring you into his fucked up life and get you killed, so he kept that part of him from you.

He’s developed a bit of a crush on you because of it, but it never goes further than flirting.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

“My car got into a bit of an accident. I need you to fix her up.”

“When are you going to let that car go and get something newer?”

“Over my dead fucking body. Come on, sweetheart. You know me better than that.”

“Alright, let’s see the damage.”

You follow Dean around back and you gasp when you see the state of his car. It looks like someone ran over it with a tank. You’ve seen her in bad shape before, but nothing like this.

“What happened to her?”

“Oh, you know, minor accident.”

“Minor?! Were you hurt?”

“Not really. I wasn’t in the car.”

“Dean, this is going to take months to fix and cost you thousands of dollars.”

“I have the time and money for it. You’re the best, and I’d hate to bring my car to someone else for probably more.”

“Dean…”

“Plus, that means I’ll have to keep coming back to check on the progress.”

You scoff playfully and cross your arms. “This is going to be double my fee.”

“Done.”

“I know I said I’d stop asking, but what do you do to get her like this?”

Dean walks closer to you and touches the ends of your hair. He twirls it playfully and smiles down at you. “Nothing that will interest you.”

“Are you at least safe?”

“Aw, are you worried about me?”

“Kind of. You make me money when you bring her in like this,” you joke.

Dean leans down and kisses your cheek softly. “I’m okay.”

“Good,” you smile. “I can’t have you dying on me.”

“Oh, baby, I will always make it back to you.”

The same blush creeps up your neck. “Go. Let me assess the damage. When you come back tomorrow, make sure you bring food. Fixing cars makes me hungry.”

“You got it, sweetheart,” he grins, his eyes sparkling.

Dean leaves, and you find yourself touching the spot he kissed on your cheek. Maybe you have a crush on him, too.

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Ruins of a Republic Chp.9 (Rex x Reader)

Chapter 8.

Vacation

Warnings: Rampart being an asshole, Depression, grief, trauma, death, ptsd, mentions of Umbara, hallucinations, Pong Krell mentioned, there's some fluff if you squint, reader is medic/doctor, reader insert, Reader x Rex

“Do you have anything to say, Doctor?” 

Rampart glared at you steadily from across his desk. The Admiral called you into his office to lecture about your ‘behavior’.

AKA someone must’ve snitched on your breakdown. 

He continued when you didn’t respond, “Talking to yourself. Chasing hallucinations. A depressive breakdown that results in several days MIA.” Rampart went down the list of everything's that happened in the last few days, “All of these symptoms you never reported.”

When he finally gave you a moment to speak, you only responded, with a, “I…could still work, sir.” 

“Admiral,” He corrected you snidely. 

“Admiral,” You quickly fixed your tone, “I was still able to work. And I wrongly assumed that the symptoms would go away on their own.” It was a lie. You honestly didn’t expect to live long enough for you to be called out like this.

Or maybe you didn’t care if you were. Honestly, despite the short time, your memories surrounding your depression and hallucinations were becoming fuzzy. 

How did you feel other than deep despair?

Your answer didn’t make him happy. His frown deepened and he slammed his hands on his desk, “And how do I know you can work now!? How can I tell if you haven’t gone entirely insane!?”

You didn’t have an answer. Honestly, even at the moment you could see Hardcase in the corner of your eye, trembling in rage on your behalf.

You needed medication. Therapy. And time. 

Time the Empire didn’t seem to afford anyone. 

After more silence, Admiral Rampart straightened his back, “The Empire respects your service during the war. You have proven yourself priceless to the troops and their morale. Not to mention Admiral Yularen continues to speak highly of you.”

Ah, Yularen. He was the Admiral you technically reported to. However, it seems he wasn’t available, which is why Admiral di’kut was tearing into you. 

You really wanted to see Rex.

Currently, your cyar’ika was staying hidden, meeting with his contacts here on Coruscant. Of course he was already establishing a plan. A way to get those cursed inhibitor chips out of their skulls.

…Maker, Rampart kept talking…

“But we can not have-”

“Vacation.”

“What?” Your single word knocked Rampart off his tirade. 

“Vacation.” You repeated before continuing, “I haven’t had any sort of vacation or extended leave since the war started. I am putting in a formal request to go on a sabbatical. To get treatment for my mental wellbeing.”

His eyes widened, staring you up and down. After a moment he turned slightly and typed something on the computer on his desk, “You have roughly 6 weeks of leave accrued.” After a short hum he nodded, “Granted. Starting today-.”

“Thank you, sir.” you stood and gave a salute before turning and leaving his office. 

“W̵h̵a̷t̴ ̶a̶ ̶s̵h̷a̸b̷u̸i̵r̶.” Fives hissed to your left, “W̶h̵a̷t̴ ̸d̸o̷e̴s̵ ̷h̴e̸ ̶k̷n̷o̷w̸?̸”

You turned to face him, but you kept silent. Since Rex found you and told you that Ahsoka, as well as Echo were alive, those you lost were quieter. Not so loud. 

"̷O̶r̵i̸'̶b̷u̶y̷c̷e̵,̵ ̵k̷i̷h̴'̶k̷o̵v̶i̸d̴.̴” Hardcase chimed from your right. 

…but still ever present in your life. 

With a sigh, you muttered under your breath, “Kaysh shu'shuk.” 

When have you last spoken Mando’a? Ever since Order 66, the clone troopers no longer used their lineage tongue. When you treated them, they looked confused, unsure whenever you asked questions in the language. 

Order 66 has stripped them of their heritage as well as their names and personalities.

There were a few exceptions, of course. Wolffe and Cody retained their identities, or recovered from the chip almost instantly. A few others were able to shake the inhibitor chip influence much quicker than their other brothers.

‘Vode. Siblings.’ You corrected yourself mentally.

Without wasting much time, you prepped the medical bay for your absence. Thankfully, the two nitwits were replaced by actual competent clone medics. The only other natborn aside from you was from the 104th and you trusted their expertise as much as your own.

Once the medical personnel were informed, you went home. Truthfully, you wanted to go directly to Rex, but given your recent behavior, you wouldn’t be surprised if you were being watched.

Still, once you got inside, you opened the window.

and waited.

“W̸h̵a̴t̶ ̵a̶r̴e̵ ̸y̶o̸u̷ ̶p̴l̵a̵n̸n̵i̶n̴g̷?” Fives had his arms crossed, leaving against the wall next to the window.

You didn’t immediately respond. Instead, your eyes were looking outside, watching Coruscant and all its lights and life. The planet was unchanged, always consistent, even during the worst battles. 

You learned much during the war. When to take action. When to fight. When to fall back and tend to wounds. 

You learned the true meaning of loyalty. Of freedom and determination.

If you joined Rex…in his plans. In his life against this Empire…

Would all that suffering be worth it? The loss and pain?

You realized the war hadn’t truly ended. And if you joined Rex, the war would never really end. Not until this Empire was taken down and the Republic put back in its place. And when his already short life was over, you would be left alone to continue the fight.

Joining him would mean losing your friends. Your family…

“Y̶o̶u̵ ̷c̴a̷n̸’̷t̷ ̷s̶i̷t̶ ̸b̴a̷c̸k̸ ̶a̸n̶d̶ ̷h̶a̸v̴e̶ ̸s̸o̵m̴e̴o̷n̶e̴ ̵e̷l̴s̷e̷ ̸m̷a̴k̵e̶ ̶t̵h̷e̶ ̴d̴e̶c̴i̴s̶i̸o̷n̴s̴ ̸f̶o̷r̵ ̷y̷o̶u̶!” Krell’s gruff and loud voice startled you, “Y̵o̴u̵ ̷n̸e̸e̴d̴ ̸t̸o̴ ̵a̷c̵t̷!̶ ̶T̶h̸i̸s̸ ̷i̷s̷ ̷a̸ ̶b̴a̷t̶t̶l̴e̵ ̵a̷n̶d̶ ̴y̶o̸u̵ ̵c̴a̷n̵’̷t̵ ̷h̴e̸s̶i̸t̴a̸t̵e̸!̴”̶ ̴

‘Great…the last thing I need is a demagolka yelling at me.’ you thought bitterly. Though, you supposed it made sense. In a sick and twisted way, Pong Krell left a heavy scar on your mind. Umbara still haunted you, filling your nightmares with darkness and shadow. 

You truly hated to say it, but Krell was right. You couldn’t have someone else make the decisions. You couldn’t just follow orders now. 

You had to act.

So you stood, and got to your computer.

Since you got time off, you messaged your family about your sudden ‘vacation to Spira’. They’d 

watch your home for you, make sure no one breaks in. If you truly were being watched by the Empire, you had to be believable.

You falsified everything. From the ship ticket to the planet all the way to the hotel reservation. A fake trail, in case Rampart or the Empire wanted eyes on you. Maybe you were being paranoid, but when it came to Rex’s safety, you had to be careful. 

There was a noise at your window, and a blaster was in your hand almost instantly. 

“Woah, mesh’la.” Your love was standing just inside, arms up in surrender, “Your reflexes are still spot on.” He had a proud smirk, before reaching back and closing the window, “Hopefully your aim is too.”

You greeted him with a kiss on the cheek before speaking, “Well, you did teach me everything I needed to know.”

He closed his eyes at your touch. His armored palm held your face, taking you into a tender kiss of your lips. 

‘What a privilege,’ You thought to yourself, ‘To love you for your entire life. Even if I will miss you for the rest of mine.’

Your cyar’ika pulled back from the kiss, “I’ll be going to Ord Mantell.” he informed you, “My contacts told me that's where Echo and the rest of his squad is.” 

You nodded in understanding, “It’ll be nice to see Echo again. When do we go?”

“You…are coming with me?” He seemed surprised at your resolute statement.

You gave a soft smile, “We’ve already spent too much time apart. I’m not leaving you again.”

“Mesh’la…”

“Please, Rex.”

If I lost you again, I will die.

He stared into your eyes before scanning your face. Ever so gently, his thumb ghosted under your left eye, still looking at you intently. After a few moments, he finally spoke, “You’ll be put at risk.” 

“I know.” 

“You’ll be an enemy of the Empire if we’re found out.” He argued gently, “You could be killed.”

“I know.” It was the same answer you gave your family when they found out you were joining the GAR. Back then they argued against you going. It was out of love. Out of fear of you getting shot by a droid. But it was a choice you’d make over and over again.

Because it led you to Rex. 

His hand gently roamed over your arm. His fingers traced over the plating on the medical brace, thumb running over a joint piece that allowed you to bend your elbow. He didn’t speak for a few moments, deep in his thoughts. After a few beats, he whispered, “Are you sure?” 

“I am.” you responded, keeping your eyes on his. There was so much put into such a short sentence. It held your devotion to him. Your love and loyalty. 

Your kar’ta gave you the smallest smile, gaze alight with relief and determination.

“To Ord Mantell, then.”

[merlyn-bane]

One-Two-Three-Four-Five Tag Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET!).

I was tagged for this by @goddammitjim,,,,a while ago 😅 whoops lol. @loverboy-havocboy also tagged me earlier today which reminded me, so thank you both <3

First-Most Hits:

What could it possibly be but my magnum opus, lightning-in-a-bottle Foelu? 35,530 hits though??? Holy fuck guys 😳😳😳

Foelu [fo.e.lu] v. Dai Bendu 1. To change. As the only one of his kind in the Order and perhaps only the third in its history, almost all of what they know about Obi-Wan's people is limited what they've been able to observe as he's grown up. When his implant expires and wartime shortages make it impossible to get their hands on a replacement, Obi-Wan learns about something else his body can do--for better or worse.

Second-Most Kudos:

Coming in in the number-two spot for kudos is apparently Electricity Blew with 992, otherwise known as my gangbang fix-it! I am very proud of this one, I think the concept was really fun, so I'm glad y'all liked it too!

“Gonna make you feel so good,” Cody murmurs, pressing a kiss under his ear and drawing another moan from Obi-Wan’s throat for Waxer to swallow down. Obi-Wan pulls back from Waxer’s mouth just long enough to drag in a series of heaving breaths, panting into the space between them. “I think you’re all still overdressed,” he manages, to a round of low chuckles. “You know what, Sir, I think you’re right,” smirks Boil, and Obi-Wan is helpless to do anything but watch as he’s suddenly surrounded by very attractive men eagerly undressing for him. Force. Perhaps he spoke too soon about making it off of this planet alive; the three of them might actually kill him. Well. There are certainly worse ways to go. Or Obi-Wan sighs. “It is possible that I was engaging in extracurricular activities in my downtime and may have underestimated the prowess of certain unnamed parties in failing to account for the unshielded environment we were in at the time.” Or The core of the 212th's officership falls into bed with their Jedi general, and learn some very interesting things about Force users in the process.

Third-Most Comments:

Is apparently Electricity Blew again 😂😂

Fourth-Most Bookmarks:

SubObi Week Day One, my first-ever foray into writing omegaverse and one of the first star wars fics I ever posted if I recall correctly. Also, if I'm not mistaken, the only time I've ever written JangObi (though the rest of the same series is, funny enough, Codywan). The main thing I remember about this fic was that it started the trend of god trying to nerf me whenever I write omegaverse (missionaries at my door, almost getting run off the road by a church van, etc). This one has 131 bookmarks.

Obi-Wan Kenobi's suppressants fail for the first time in his life as he's en-route to Kamino to investigate the attempt on Senator Amidala's life. Fortunately for him, there happens to be an Alpha available in the facility. Unfortunately for him, that Alpha is Jango Fett. Fic does contain heat sex, but Obi-Wan makes the decision while still of sound mind so it is fully consensual. Jango could just stand to be a bit less smug about it.

Fifth-Most Words:

Traveling Song, although to be honest I'm not sure how much it really counts. I kind of just...stopped posting/writing this one because it wasn't being read. I got up to posting 12,256 words of it on ao3.

Least Words:

Not Now (But Maybe Soon) is a bittersweet little Codywan First Kiss Bingo fill, sitting at 736 words. I like to think I packed a whole lot of emotion into those words though :)

In the aftermath of a confession Cody made under the influence of a head injury, there is an important conversation that he and his general need to have before moving forward.

I'm kind of really surprised that home (is where you build it) didn't end up on this list, but it's also really funny because it kind of just missed it by virtue of having a higher comment to hits and kudos ratio I think. Interesting how it all turns out!

I'm going to go with open tags, to be honest, because I have no idea who has and hasn't already been tagged. Feel free to tag me if you decide to play!

[hotnsweetnprimrose]

Who am I? Well,

I'm part boy part girl, boygirl, the protector and mayor of transgenders! Well. Not that last one, that's not an official position nor would I claim it in a non-joking manner. I'm just a silly t4t slut :P

If you see this blog in sfw areas or engaging with sfw blogs, I’m just there to shitpost and I cannot be bothered to do a main blog switch thing lmao. But if it makes you uncomfortable, that’s okay too! Feel free to block. I will also probably reblog sfw memes and such too. A laugh is a powerful thing.

Last Updated: Jun 9 2025 - had a birthday

My name is Prim or Eden (switch 'em up when it's been a while). I'm 23, I am trans, non-binary, and bigender (androgyne flavor), and I'm here to fuck and get fucked, at least in what ways are possible over the internet. I'm interested in all genders, but have far more fondness in my heart for my fellow trans folk. :P (I’m on the aroace spectrum but absolutely sex-favorable. It’s fun)

I'm a switch and vers in many things! I am 5'1" and a tad fragile. However due to mental health stuff, domming requires a Lot of trust in advance. I’m more likely to sub simply because it’s less stressful for me at this point.

My pronouns are fae/faer, they/them, and she/he (alternating). If you’re ever in doubt for what to call me, just slam both binary gendered words together until it sounds not terrible. Examples include guygal, boygirl, princessprince, etc.

I might use it/its for myself while in subspace being a toy, don’t change any of your language in response unless I ask or you get permission, please!

I strongly believe in trans joy and t4t joy. Transmasc transfem transneutral trans [fill in the blank] we are all so hot and cool. <3 It brings me joy to lend aid whenever and wherever I can. This blog is focused on trans 4 trans first and foremost. Cis people are an afterthought, almost always.

Send me asks if you want! DMs even! I love meeting people! Don't be shy! Unless you're cis, then I have high standards so yes do be shy. And if you’re cis and heterosexual? …. Sorry, if you’re attracted to me, you absolutely cannot be both of those things! I have a discord available after I get dm'd because tumblr dms my behated.

Please don't interact if you're a minor or don't have your age in your bio. I will block you. Immediately. Be patient and you'll have a chance to explore when it doesn't endanger yourself or others.

More stuff under the readmore including limits, kinks, and other tidbits.

I also just block and unfollow liberally if you aren't firmly on the side of t4t solidarity and mutual support. We're all having a hard time out here. (I also will not hesitate break mutuals if you post content that damages my mental health that I can't filter for. This is my safe haven.) - if you support calling anyone theyfab without that being a thing they said they’re okay with I’m sorry but you’re getting fully blocked on here. I have moral OCD traits that are bad enough without me feeling like my very identity is fake to people I thought could be trusted. Thanks!

Top Surgery (No Nips!!!! Wahoo!!): 10/16/2024

Anatomical Terms:

clit, tdick, tcock, cunt, pussy = GOOD!

boygirl + any term that's deemed good already= GREAT!!

hole = fine. a bit boring

vagina = BAD! too technical

If I'm dominant in your scenario, call me mastress, mixtress, or captain. Sir is on the table for those who earn it. If I'm submissive in your scenario, call me toy, pet, diminuitive names, or kitten.

Let me know if you need anything tagged!

Due to me being bigender (androgyne edition), I try not to reblog posts with "men dni" or "women dni" on them as I feel like that's denying part of my identity. Also out of principle so maybe people will be less broad with those kinds of statements OR remember multigender folks like myself exist. Please don't binarize me, that sucks.

I call the rp/kink fiction/pretend element "kayfabe" because wrestling is y'know. somewhat analogous to kink in some ways!

I have a lot of posts I still have to queue and tag alas.

Not Planning on Going On Longtime Systemic T Please Don't Act Like I Am [I use tcock and tdick with the t meaning trans or t4t, not testosterone <3]

List time!!!!

g = giving, r = receiving

BIG YESES!!

body worship [g+r]

praise [g+r]

tentacles & monsters [...g+r] (used to be this blog's main theme, but I'm revamping! might still post/rb it though)

bondage & restraint & shibari [g+r]

hypnosis [g+r]

bimbofication & dumbification genre [g+r]

creampies [r+g but that requires a strap and/or imagination] - I hate this word I need a new word!! The stuff with breeding is good but pregnancy is such a no go for me…. 🤔

overstim [g+r]

edging [g+r]

Objectification in the sense of being a toy, a tool, something with a function that does a job [r, unsure about g]

petplay [g+r I am a kitten thank you not a puppy sadly]

gentle gender affirming genderplay/forcemasc/forcefem!!!!!! [g+r]

size kink [I'm so damn short I gotta sexualize it]

DEFINITELY MORE I DON'T REMEMBER OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD

CONTEXT DEPENDENT (not always a big yes but the version eithout context is a no)

anal [giving ONLY, and only with gloves or a strap. I do not stuff in my ass or touching that hole]

intox [giving/domming ONLY]

Consensual non-consent but ONLY if it's clearly established as such with the post/fiction (I know I'm rare in that I find the prep and negotiation hot but hey, I love communication and trust!)

Painplay [giving/domming ONLY]

Breathplay [giving/domming ONLY] (picky about this one because safety but also I got asthma so I need to breathe normally)

NOS!!!!

Any kind of pregnancy or pregnancy focused kink

Any sort of inflation (cumflation is case by case)

Breeding with the INTENT of pregnancy (see creampies above, I do love the raw sex and being cum in but pregnancy still makes me dysphoric)

Nipple/breast focused content and/or kink (don't have those anymore and they gave me dysphoria) [except if you want to do like. breast theft. then we can talk about it but I'm super picky it's basically a no] {okay I’m cool doing it for others tits but not Mine}

Detrans kink and misgendering kink (I respect you but not my thing and usually makes me dysphoric. More power to ya though!)

Kinks involving urine, scat [shit], or filth [literal] in any large capacity

Consensual Non-Consent when it's in-universe just non-con

I respect y’all but no f4uxc3st and please tag it!!!! I have it blocked because my brain goes “you want ocd symptoms abt this? Okay!” I don’t even have full ocd just traits n trauma 😔

Nudes. Not without my express and enthusiastic agreement (rare). I might send but I do not like to receive.

[all of this is subject to changes and updates when I remember things not listed here or I learn more about my tastes!]

Tags:

#Prim Speaks = non-horny posts/writing/updates (that's what this is tagged as)

#Prim Whimpers = horny writing (submissive focus)

#Prim Smirks = horny writing (dominant focus)

#Prim Moans = horny writing (generally)

#Prim Reveals = if I ever do post suggestive pics this is the tag for that. we'll see how I feel.

#it's the little things you queue together = queued posts, if you know what song and musical that's from, kiss me on the mouth.

There are two sideblogs off this blog but they’re both secret. Thank you <3

[throughpatchesofviolet]

I’m actually very curious on what ur favorite Heathcliff ID’s are actually (and, god forbid, least favorite?) (also yippee! Kurokumo soon)

I’m also curious about ur Self Insert and your ship and stuff if i can ask questions about that! i like to ask questions and learn stuff but am unfortunately pretty shy.

if I am allowed to ask, how does Sherry feel about the different ids of Heathcliff? :0 i’m curious - 🕯️

Oooh my goodness. Okay, 🕯️, I'm going to have to ask you to strap in, because I have so much to say about all these topics. /lh

(Under a cut, because guess who has too much to say? Me. /lh)

I'll start with Heathcliff's IDs!! Decided to make a tier list for them (excluding Kurokumo, for now--we'll talk about him after he comes out and I can test out his skills asdfhjkl).

Okay, so--if we exclude LCB, my favorite IDs are Pequod, Sunshower, and Seven. This doesn't mean I dislike any of the others, though!! Oftentimes, IDs cycle through my mind, and I tend to favor the ones I have more fleshed out AUs for. I have an Alternate Universe with my self insert for almost every ID and E.G.O, excluding N. Corp, Ya Śūnyatā Tad Rūpam, Binds, and Holiday--I do still like these four an awful lot, but I just don't think about them as often as I do the others!

I have all my Heathcliff cards at the maximum Uptie and Level, so I can use any of them whenever I want, and I often cycle between them! There isn't a single one I hate--but Full-Stop did take some time to warm up to, since he got spoiled for me ... I also have a few gripes about his kit, but I promise you I still love him.

And I am ALWAYS okay with ship questions!! It's not often I reblog ask games, anymore, so questions are always welcome. /gen

My self insert (or s/i for short) is Sherlock Holmes, or Sherry, as you already know (/lh). She is pretty directly inspired by her source (the Sherlock Holmes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle), but she also has a bit of myself thrown into her! There is often some overlap, though, because I relate to Sherlock a lot ... but specifically the version from the books--I haven't watched any of the shows or anything!

This is a very old (and now outdated) ref of hers--I've been meaning to redraw her for months, but things have been so hectic, I haven't had time nor energy (... or I get distracted playing video games).

I do also have some really lovely comms of her and Heathcliff, though!! All drawn by my friends:

(From top to bottom, the artists are @artistlara, @jils-things, and @laughinhope --they're all very talented!!)

Sherry's a Sinner, so she has a few Identities of her own! I ... just haven't gotten around to drawing them. That said, she's stubborn, and refuses to participate in combat, so she serves more as a strategist for the team, helping Dante with tougher fights. I do think she eventually becomes available as a deploy-able Sinner, but that's only after her Canto is wrapped up ... and she has a secret Passive that is linked to Heathcliff regardless of his ID, so I'd say she loves all of his Identities equally. Usually, she has an ID (or a cameo) in the Mirror World of each Heathcliff, so I think he recognizes and listens to her, no matter what, which helps a lot with her strategizing (since if Sherry's around, then Heathcliff is going to be a part of the strategy in some way--she likes making sure he gets opportunities to shine).

Oh! The two main things to know about Sherry is that she's from T. Corp, and thus has access to extra time through them, and her weapon of choice is a cane, with her "word"--Elementary--engraved on it. Her cane functions as a blunt weapon, but she has a sword inside that serves as a slash weapon, and the handle of the cane/sword can detach to serve as a gun for pierce damage! Her unnamed (... another thing I need to get to ...) E.G.O changes damage type based on what her target is weak to, so if she's targeting someone weak to blunt, it'll deal blunt damage, and if they're weak to pierce, it'd do pierce damage, so on and so forth. Ah ... and she's a former Color Fixer, as well. Should probably mention that, since it explains her relationships with some of the other characters in Limbus.

[lifenconcepts]

Excuse me sir may I ask about your past life in the USSR? I find that very interesting

YES ABSOLUTELY! I’m currently figuring all the specifics out but I’ve always had a deep pull towards it without any proper reasoning, I.e. going mad (in a good way) whenever I see things referencing it, craving the life there, and watching/listening/reading media from that time with such a high pleasure that never materialises anywhere. For specifics, I’ll say what comes to mind first: Mosfilms/lenfilms group on YouTube and their soviet films, soviet cartoons, soviet music clips that are available on YouTube (love Альянс), soviet music in general, soviet history (I’ll have you know I was sickened to death in school by how much I despised and hated history, and wouldn’t you know - of all the countries, I actively sought out books in libraries and Wikipedia articles on its past! Not really the political stuff more so the culture), loving food products that were popular at the time (like plombir. But not all. Tbf I despise Халва), and also being the number one fan of listening to my parents talk about their childhoods (which my friends say they find strange for some reason? What do you mean you don’t feel excited and overjoyed to know about their time??! It’s actually so lovely, even the ‘boring’ stories. Stuff as simple as the shopping experience or tradition of visiting one another was so different and to be fair I absolutely adore it. I ADORE COMMUNITY! But yeah)..

Ah, I’m unsure if you found that interesting but I just had to give you the evidence to back up my claim of at having a past life in the USSR, most of all just being overjoyed and resonating when seeing media or items from the past. One time I blindly just saw a soviet symbol and went “yeah I’m buying that” (for my ushanka, one from faux fur the other from raccoon which can’t really hold that star thing aah forgot what it’s called) but nowadays I’m able to withhold myself from just blindly throwing money at anything that says it was made in the Soviet Union. I’m actually surprised that it happens since usually I’m very strict with not purchasing anything that I don’t really need. Ah. RIGHT! Why haven’t I gotten to the actual past life yet? Well because I have very little concrete knowledge on the sort of life I led, but can vaguely remember how I looked like, acted, and felt. Brown hair, that classic haircut most guys (especially my dad) had in the Soviet Union, wearing cool jackets like something akin to a black leather jacket or aviator one, had a good stride, wasn’t afraid to just carry myself through the streets, could crack up a convo with most strangers I’d say and was a free guy. I know I liked to go on walks, sometimes I have this distinct feeling of being in Russia whenever I go to the wilderness at night as especially snowy conditions (despite never being in the country yet, it’s on my bucket list), I know I had some busted up car I was utterly proud of (unsure of the branding but it’s shape is similar to the 1970s Ford car), also I am convinced my main centre of interest is in the 70s/80s, that’s the period of music which I feel most connected to and have truly cried over despite hearing some of them for the first time. Again, more so speculation but I believe that I had a walkman or vinyl record player, went to concerts, went to pubs, and just maybe been drafted for war? Have a strange lingering love for the soviet army for no real reason. Also have cried to the soviet anthem as a child. Take what you will from that I have no clue how it affected me that much. I rarely cry from music. But also have always wanted to be a cosmonaut in the Soviet Union (also since 5/6/7 years old) AND I STILL WANT TO BE but like.. the damn country fell apart :,( sad. ALSO deep fascination with soviet folklore of leshii, Baba Yaga, Кащей бессмертный, Водиной, and domovoy - and you’ll say I’m making something up but I have seen that one before and it was crazy. Peaceful encounter but my brain collapsed on itself and all the beliefs I had prior.

Could more or less point to certain soviet things or guys and say if I knew it back then or if it’s just something I like in this life. There’s a concrete distinction in my heart/soul.

[jamearts]

Hey there!

I haven't shared much about what's going on with my life right now, i've only done journals whenever i'm opening commissions and stuff. But now i'm making a journal to say i've gone to a furry convention for the first time.

Months ago, a friend of mine told me about a furry convention that's happening in another city but at first i refused because i had other plans, it was the same week i had my family vacation trip, i was going to another place around the same week that's happening. However, i noticed a couple of cool people was coming to the convention too and i figured i would be wasting a big opportunity by not going there, so i've been thinking about it for a good while until i made up my mind and decided i was gonna join my friends too. My family was gonna be in a vacation trip for way longer than the convention anyways so i've decided i was gonna stay in Santiago de Chile while my family was in another place and then take a bus there when the convention was over.

So, while i was preparing for my stay at the convention, the intrusive thoughts happened, what if it's a bad idea, would it be a mess? Will i be fine?

I didn't know what i was getting into, i've heard a lot of furry convention horror stories, conventions that go awry, etc. But then i went there! …And it was alright! In fact, people were too nice, i've met a lot of cool furry friends there, i've even met with internet friends we've met for the first time in real life, people who followed my work, a chilean furry artist we're mutuals on twitter (Not calling it X, no sir, sounds like a porn website… oh wait).

During the three days i've been there, i had a good time dressed as my character Jimmy, despite not being the best looking suit, i've received compliments about my Jimmy head and even had people take pictures with me. I was too shy to ask people to take photos with me, but i asked em to draw my convention book at the last page haha. I've even drawn with my Ipad my friends character and a few other doodles.

Would i assist to another future convention? Probably

I am still not sure whether or not i will go to Pawstral 2025 that's gonna be once again at Santiago de Chile in August 29 to 31st, 2025. But who knows, maybe i'll show up or maybe not, it depends on how available i am to go for another bus trip to that convention!

I can't make any promises if i'll go to the next SAFE (Santiago Anthro Fest) convention next year either, but it would be nice to meet with my online friends and acquaintances again in the future.

If you've been in SAFE 2025 and saw me walking around, took pics with me or said hi or asked me to draw their convention book, let me tell you, you're amazing

~JAMEArts~

[primamchorus]

WIP Whenever

thanks for the tag, @ubejamjar!

open tag because i am eepy.

wip below cut

It was a matter of minutes before Ignis was parking the car in the underground car lot and both he and Noctis were making their way toward the towering image of the Citadel. Atop the stairs into the Citadel was a rather burly man. He was adorned in a coat of black — the revered color of Lucis, and so worn by royalty and those that worked for the royal Crown more times than not.

“We’ve been waiting for you, Your Highness,” the man said, offering the bare minimum of a bow to Noctis.

“Haven’t seen you in ages, Drautos,” Noctis said, offering the bare minimum of a wave in turn. He had seen Drautos around, but sometimes even a week could feel like it dragged on for months if Noctis had any pressing matters to attend to. It was rare, but there was quite a bit of paperwork piling up along with actually having a job and doing schoolwork in the past.

Shrugging off Noctis’ flippant greeting, Drautos looked at Ignis with a stiff nod. “Ignis, where’s the car?”

“In the parking lot.” Ignis held out the key for the Captain to take.

“I appreciate it,” Drautos took the key before turning his attention back to the young Prince. “After your business is finished, will you be returning home, Prince Noctis?”

“That’s the plan,” Noctis replied.

“Understood. Then I’ll have someone drop you off.”

“Thanks.”

“Ignis.” Drautos shifted his attention back to the taller man.

“Yes, sir?” Ignis straightened his posture reflexively.

“Make sure you’re available at all times. I can’t say for sure when King Regis will be able to see you given his schedule being rearranged.”

Much as he tried to hide it, Ignis could not help but to furrow his brow with surprise to the change of plans. It was not often that he was taken unaware — much less left in the dark to changes in plans. Pursing his lips, he went on to say: “I had no idea.”

“Seriously? Whatever happened to meeting us now?” The impatience made itself more than evident in Noctis’ tone. Drautos, however, elected to ignore it whilst keeping his eyes on Ignis.

“His meeting probably dragged on longer than anticipated.” Drautos informed them. This elicited a somewhat exasperated ‘ugh…’ from Noctis.

“I hope His Majesty is able to see you before your departure tomorrow.” There seemed to have been a finality to the discussion after Drautos spoke and silence lingered between everyone.

“Captain.” Ignis broke the silence.

“Yes?”

“Is the date of the signing still undecided?” At Ignis’ question, Drautos seemed to glance uncomfortably between both he and Noctis.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

A troubled sigh escaped Ignis. “Unfortunate, indeed.”

Drautos pursed his lips, looking down to the keys in his hand before exhaling his own sigh.

“I understand your anxieties — both of you,” Drautos looked at Noctis to acknowledge him as well in that moment. “But Regis has said he’d like to proceed with caution.”

“Of course.” Noctis could tell from Ignis’ expression after he spoke his affirmation that there was more at hand to have been concerned about. However, the Prince kept his mouth shut, electing to shove his hands into his pockets with further annoyance.

“I’ll let you know as soon as I hear anything,” Drautos said, placing his free hand on Ignis’ shoulder and looking him in the eye.

“Much obliged.” Ignis concluded the discussion, pulling away from the Captain and heading into the Citadel with Noctis close behind.

[kenobion]

Andrew Garfield in the Tick, Tick...BOOM! blooper reel

[crepe-of-wrath]

Benefits Package St. Valentine's Special Part 2 (Alucard x Fem Reader)

Please see Part I for overall notes; this is sensual/Reader being looked after; blood/biting mention, but there is nothing sexual (sorry!). Part II takes place at an as-yet-unspecified time after Part I.

Your life was routine as it could be, given that you worked for a woman who casually used the world's most fearsome monster as a weapon. You woke up--sometimes in your bed, sometimes where you had crashed after another late night at work--worked your way through whatever Sir Integra needed from you, ate your simple meals, and then worked well into the night attending to all the small things that were always getting postponed to take care of the types of crises the Hellsing Organization got called on to make go away.

You rubbed your hands together and yawned. Probably best to stop soon; this was detail work and best not done when you were this tired. And, as your stomach unceremoniously reminded you, hungry.

You realized that--

"You haven't eaten dinner yet, little human."

You still jumped whenever Alucard manifested himself, but you generally didn't shriek anymore. "You're right, I should go to the kit--"

"No," Alucard said, offering you a hand as you got out of your chair. You were surprised to see he was just wearing his suit. He looked much more...formal without his duster. As always, he was devastatingly beautiful, red eyes and lustrous hair, just the perfect length--slightly unruly, but not overly long.

"It's too late for the kitchens," he said, in a strangely--and seductively--commanding tone. "I have prepared something already."

"That's very kind, thank you."

Alucard offered you a strong arm and your fingers slid over the fine wool of his suit. You were not a tiny thing, but you felt it as he guided you down the halls. He was not so casual or modern as to touch the small of your back or to intertwine fingers; no, in these moments, whatever of the Old Aristocrat, the boy who had been part of a class that saw itself as separate and superior and demanded expressions of that superiority through the flawless performance of prescribed ritual, manifested itself. He walked in march time, gaze always straight ahead, and it was fascinating to see this vestige of court drill still embedded him after all this time.

He opened the door to one of the dining rooms, where the table was appointed with a lace tablecloth, candlesticks, fine dining china, a variety of elaborate ice-packed serving trays, and tools. Laid over one chair was something made of fine-looking, semi-translucent fabrics.

Alucard had taken hold of your shoulders and was rubbing circles with his thumbs as he leaned down and whispered in his deep, plush voice, "Your clothes must be uncomfortable after such a long day. Perhaps those would be more pleasurable."

The part of you that had developed a million different defense mechanisms to shield the soft, romantic core of your heart almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. What ancient and forgotten wardrobe had he found this--goodness, it was an honest-to-God 1930s peignoir and negligee set--garment in? Some inner voice stopped you though, told you that, strange as it might seem, laughing would deeply wound him.

"Let me change," you said. "It's so thoughtful of you--I am sure it will be so much more comfortable."

You availed yourself of an attached cloakroom and grumbled when you realized how right Alucard was: it felt divine to shuck off your skirt suit. It fit fine, but any outfit with waistbands and buttons and pantyhose was going to feel tiresome after a 12+ hour workday. The cotton of the nightgown was incredibly soft and you actually felt beautiful when you saw how it showed hints of your lingerie underneath and showed off your décolletage. The silk of the robe caressed and soothed in all the ways that nylons never could.

Alucard met you in the doorway, first smothering your hand in kisses, and then once again offering his arm so he could escort you to the table. The candles were lit and the table was set with smoked salmon and a variety of caviars on ice. A flute of champagne was already bubbling away. He pulled out your chair for you and then took a seat to your left. You began plucking plump looking pieces of smoked salmon and digging into the caviar vessels with a spoon (a proper mother-of-pearl spoon, of couse). The grey-golden pearls and the iridescent streaks in the spoon glistened in the candlelight.

It was so good, the contrast of the fatty fish and the salty, briny caviar further cut by the dry, sparkling champagne. The fine, flimsy fabric allowed you to feel the intricate wood carving in the chair, the details in the upholstery's brocade, the depth of the pile of the carpet. This was incredibly relaxing, and you marveled at the vampire's ability to know how badly you had needed this.

Alucard watched you devour the caviar with an inscrutable look. He regarded his own goblet with a bit of resignation. You locked eyes with him and smiled very big to try and convey how appreciative you were.

"Sometimes, I miss the ceremony of feasting."

"Then feast from me."

The declaration surprised you both. "You freely offer this?" he asked. You nodded firmly, adding a verbal, "Yes, I do."

He reached out and took your hand, pulling you across his lap. You presented your neck to him, and here he did not hesitate. You gasped at the intrusion into you neck and whimpered as he drank: it was pain and pleasure and strange euphoria for both of you.

When he lifted his head up and took a deep breath of satisfaction, you lifted your own head up to kiss him, but he gently put a gloved finger to your lips and took a fine linen napkin off the table, blotting the blood that had been trickling down your neck, just before it stained your gown.

As he held the ruined napkin aloft, he chuckled. "Master will be so irritated," he said, boyish amusement in his eyes.

He insisted you eat a bit more to regain some strength and to be sure you were truly sated. When you could eat no more, you stood up and walked to his chair to ask to dance with you, but, as you opened your mouth to ask, you yawned.

He took you in his arms, eyes taking in your breasts, which were pressed into him, before he spoke. "Time to sleep, my dear."

You were about to protest, when you were taken by a sudden swoon of exhaustion. Alucard was staring at you intently.

"You allowed me to drink, and after such a long day, little human. We will dance another time." You opened your mouth again, not wanting this night to end, but he stopped you.

"I said, time to sleep, little human."

You began to drift off as though under a spell, but you knew Alucard was carrying you toward the bedroom where you usually slept when you worked late. In the bedroom, there was a dresser with a great mirror over it across from the bed.

The last thing you saw before you succumbed to slumber was a vision of yourself in the mirror, wrapped in diaphanous ivory, your body limp in the arms of a tall, well-built, dark-haired man who was gently lowering you into a soft bed. You were the Sleeping Beauty of your silliest fantasies that had been stoked by Disney films and fever-dream nineteenth century canvases. You hoped that the smile you felt in your heart had made it to your lips for Alucard to see.

When you awoke the next morning, not to an alarm, but to the gentle glow of the morning sun through the sheer drape, you could see in the giant mirror that your hair was rather attractively messy and the cotton nightgown, whisper-soft against your skin, enveloped you like a cloud. The silk and lace peignoir was arrayed at the foot of the bed as though it were staged for a photoshoot

Alucard had left your keys, pocketbook, and calendar on the nightstand. You used the bookmark to open your datebook, and without thinking, flipped to the next page to see what you had on for today.

You smiled softly and your eyes misted when you saw that today was February 15th.

[reggiejworkshop]

"The Record Store"

These types of stores are always a neat place to visit if you happen to have any interest in music. While they're probably not as easy to find nowadays since many prefer the digital route when it comes to getting music, they're definitely worth seeking out to take a look. You can find all sorts of records here. A rare cassette bootleg from an indie band, a out of print album that's only available on vinyl,  a famous album that managed to find its way in the bargain bin, or tons upon tons of one dollar soundtrack CDs that are usually ignored. But on top of finding different kinds of records in these stores, you can find all kinds of people too. Music lovers, casual browsers, music collectors, audiophiles, and sometimes musicians. And when you bring all these types together, you get all kinds of conversations too!

Record Collector: "I'm telling you, a Japanese import of this Cars album can go up ten times as much as this used one. The sound quality is amazing compared to this!" Casual Browser: "So I'd be dropping an extra grand just to hear less cracks and pops?" Max Goof: "...oh sure, and Powerline's my older brother!" Grunkle Stan: " No really, I know these guys. Let me tell you how I once got in a slugfest with Henry Rollins at Lollapalooza!" Phillip J Fry: Weird, I thought these things died out before I went to the future. ( looks around)  I am still in the future aren't I?" Wakko Warner: "Hey, Rumplestiltkin! Can I look at that when your done?" Groundskeeper Willie: "Ay. Sure thing, laddie. Just don't call me that again." Seller: "You sure you can't take em? Only half of these skip!" Record Store Guy: "Sir, we only take non warped records here. Begone, record warper!"

This is one of the places I always try to go to whenever I get the chance. One thing I love aside from drawing is collecting and listening to music. And most of my musical tastes were forged from the various finds that caught my attention within these stores. I don't visit these places that often nowadays, one because I rarely have the time, two it gets really expensive. You'd be surprised how much money you can end up burning through just from going through the bargain bin selections week after week. 

So I wanted to do a new crossover fanart piece that's loosely based on my experiences in visiting these stores. While I tend to go for a retro look in my artwork already, I decided to do something different by using a standard comic book color sheet. One that contains only 64 colors.  While I did end up doing a lot of extra color mixing further down line, I mainly kept with colors in the pallete, one so I would have less difficulty in choosing colors, but also so it would have more of an old school look.

Here's a link below to the various comic book color palletes if anyone is interest in trying that out. http://www.madformidcentury.com/2013/10/mid-century-color-palette-in-comics.html#.ZCujJXbMKM8

See how many characters you can spot here! And for a harder challenge, see how many album covers are here as well!

[barbiewritesstuff]

Chapter 10: Easy Peasy

-- Jake deserves the best, I love him

@because-edmund @blue-aconite

His alarm rang. The sharp beeps almost echoing through his bedroom. You were still asleep next to him, calmly breathing in and out. Jake had to fight the urge to stay and force himself to walk to the shower. He soaped his body and washed his hair,  skipping his usual routine of imagining the water washing away his worries. He'd learnt that trick in his support group, Jake wasn't sure it actually worked but it had become so ingrained into the fabric of his day that removing it altogether would feel wrong. Skipping it for the day should be fine though, Jake thought. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself. 

Shower, tick.

His phone notifications showed texts and one from his brother.

"Dude, we have neighbours!!" and "The TV is at max volume!! I can still hear you!!" were from Rooster. 

"Don't forget: dinner at 6pm. Can you pick up wine?" John had sent. He'd almost forgotten about dinner on Wednesdays and now that he remembered, he didn't really look forward to it. He was already kicking himself for calling John for help. It had felt good in the moment, but now it just made him panic.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

He looked over at your sleeping form on the bed and calmed down. Despite knowing the list by heart, he still looked at it. Next up: work out. He put on his trackies, trainers and a random shirt he found on the floor and shot you a text in case you woke up when he was gone and left the room.

The house was silent. Jake closed the front door behind him, leaving his keys in the stone statue Rooster kept the emergency keys in. 

You were still asleep when he came back but you were starting to stir when he came out of his second shower. 

"You're up early" you mumbled in your sleepy voice, he smiled

"Insomnia does have advantages, I get to be up for every sunrise" Jake lied. Insomnia had kept him from sleeping more than three consecutive hours at a time most nights since The Incident. The only memorable good sleep nights he had had were nights spent with you or spent on a hospital bed. And Jake had stopped feeling anything but dread 

"We should do that someday, see the sunrise"

"Sure, we can do that next time you sleep over"

"You seem awfully certain that'll happen again" 

"I thought you had volunteered to help"

"I didn't know it was a permanent position" 

"Might become one" he said before he could think.

You smiled at him, Jake tried to look concerned about an imaginary spot on his floor and pretended to scrub it with his foot. He was trying to hide a blush.

"Breakfast?"

"What do you have in mind?" You asked and Jake shrugged his shoulders.

"There's a place down the road that does decent pancakes and passable coffee?" He offered.

"I love passable coffee! Let's go!" 

Jake wasn't hungry. His morning cereal was usually his least favourite time of the day simply because he never felt hungry in the morning, but like his shower ritual, he had been doing it for so long that stopping it would only disturb his daily routine. And without daily routine, he spiralled.

You picked a booth by the window overlooking the beach. 

"It'll give us the best view" you had said

"Yes, it's beautiful" Jake said, looking straight at you. You blushed.

"So, a permanent position… what would that entail exactly?" You asked

"Well, here at Jake Seresin inc. We are looking for someone to fill a very particular role. The candidate that will be chosen for this position will need to fulfill certain specific tasks, such as killing spiders, making cups of coffee if asked nicely, and of course being available for cuddles whenever needed" Jake replied

"Well, sir, I believe I am uniquely qualified for this position. See, I am one of the few people capable of killing spiders without being afraid of them. I also make a killer cup of coffee among many other drinks and I am always willing to go above and beyond when it comes to cuddles."

The waitress interrupted. You both ordered pancakes and a cup of coffee.

"Well miss l/n, ou make for a very attractive candidate. I shall contact you within the week to tell you wether or not you have been chosen for the position. Do you have any questions?"

"Yes. Are you interviewing many candidates for this position?"

"No, as a matter of fact, you are the only applicant"

"How would previous employees in the position describe working with you?"

"Well, I believe they would describe it as difficult. I can be away for months at a time and long distance -- err -- employment isn't easy for everyone." 

"I'm up for the challenge" you winked "Oh, another question, what are the benefits for this position?"

"We pride ourselves on having amazing benefits, here at Jake Seresin inc., we really value our employees and vow to take care of any need they might have" He wriggled his eyebrow "This obviously includes being given terrible cups of instant coffee, kisses whenever demanded and of course, never having to open doors of any kind ever again." He said, making you laugh. The pancakes arrived and syrup was poured. You were both quiet while you ate. 

Then, your phone rang and the phone number of one of your superiors lit up the screen. You frowned.

"I have to get this"

Jake nodded. He watched you step outside, and answer your phone with it against one ear and your finger in your other one. He had a bad feeling about this. He'd gotten enough calls like that, but when you came back, sat in your seat and said: "One of my colleagues dropped out last minute, they need me for a three week journey. I leave in an hour", Jake could suddenly smell it again. The putrid cloud coming in through the door and bee-lining for him. 

[gotnofucks]

A Man’s World

Pairing: soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: To advance in a man’s world, you must allow one to own you. He promises you success, as long as you give yourself to him.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: Dub-con (at the beginning), smut, language, implied age gap, poor knowledge of law and legal system, 18+ ONLY

A/N: This is my late entry to Berry’s Sugary 4k Challenge (everyone go and send some love to @donutloverxo​ for being so awesome. I am also dedicating this fic to Lexi ( @bluemusickid​ ) who’s had a difficult few weeks recently. I hope you feel better my love.

Sweat was building under your top hat, the urge to itch making you frustrated with the delay. The officer before you was young, probably your age and fumbled with the papers you had handed to him. You tried to relax, almost as nervous as the man in front of you and tried to console yourself with the fact that he was far too jittery to look at you long.

No one will find out, you’re safe.

“Sir?”                                                                                  

You chewed your chip, feet tapping irregularly on the ground in agitation.

“Sir?” The officer said again, peering at you worriedly. You quickly pulled down the rim of your hat, still not used to being called ‘sir’.

“Uh, yeah. Yes.” You said, clearing your throat and trying for a deeper voice. The officer handed you your papers back, all signed and stamped. “Thank you.”

He nodded slightly and motioned for you to wait while your client was brought out. This was the first time you’d been out in the open alone, the fear of discovery clashing with the freedom that ran in your veins.

“Did you bail me out?” A rough voice asked. You looked up at Mr. Lane, a huge mountain of a man who towered over you. You nodded and offered him your hand to shake, wincing as his rough palms scratched against your soft ones. He looked doubtfully at you and you could understand why. You barely looked like a person who belonged in the police station, no matter as a man or woman.

“I am Mr. Barber’s assistant. He was busy with a hearing and sent me to bail you out. If you’d follow me to his office, he’d like a word before we proceed to your trial next week.” You explained, a little more confident. You knew the work, you knew the ways. You only needed to sell your lies to make your truth valid.

Mr. Lane nodded, following and entering the coach outside the station after you. He sat across from you, eyes narrowing as he ran over your soft features, the clip clop of the horses the only sound within.

“You old enough to be an assistant, boy?” Mr. Lane asked, and you scowled. Oh, how you’d like to tell him you were old enough and good enough to be not just an assistant but also a lawyer. You could be the one representing him in court and making him a free man. You should be that one. But, alas, this world doesn’t see women doing much rather than peeling potatoes and popping out a child every second year.

“I am.” You replied in a gruff tone that made it clear you weren’t about to entertain more questions. Your companion nodded, looking out the window and into the streets where peddlers screamed about discounted watches and handkerchiefs and buttons. Not many people had cushioned coaches like this, but Mr. Barber insisted one for your travels.

The journey to the office was quick and silent and you gestured Mr. Lane to follow you up to the top floor where your boss sat in his office. Some people nodded at you, now getting used to seeing you here though they didn’t stop to talk. You had never spoken much to anyone here outside of the receptionist who was deaf in one ear and considered every man under the age of 40 was a boy.  

“Wait here, I’ll let you in in a moment.” You said and had Mr. Lane take a seat on the benches outside. Then, you knocked softly and entered, shutting the door after you. Andy was sat behind his desk, frowning at some paper, and beckoned you closer without looking up from them. You walked over to him, licking you lips softly.

“Sit.” He said, taking your hand and pulling you into his lap. You positioned yourself on his thigh, squirming a little. He scribbled something in the corner of his paper before pushing it away with a sigh, turning his face to you. His eyes, bluer than the ocean at the docks, glittered at you and a small smile curled on his lips. With a practiced move, he removed your top hat and released the band that held your long locks tied together at the top.

Running his fingers through your hair, he leaned closer to press a kiss on your lips. You instinctively kissed back, holding onto his shoulder and moulding your lips to fit his.

“How did it go?” He asked, caressing your cheek softly. You fingered his collar, not looking in his eyes.

“I was worried someone will see through me.” You softly murmured. “There were so many men out there.”

Andy chuckled, pressing another kiss on your lips as his hand sneaked around your waist to bring you closer.

“There are always going to be men around. But you must remember you’re better than them. Better than any other son of a dick out there pretending he is the boss.”

You looked at him at that, taking in his beautiful face that had you smiling and crying in equal parts. You could tell exactly how that well-groomed beard felt between your legs, how those lips could make you utter the filthiest of sounds and curses and how those large hands touched you in the dark of the night.

“Better than even you?” You tentatively asked and Andy smiled, taking your hand and bringing it to his mouth.

“You’ve always been better than me.” He said. You blinked and looked away, his gaze far too intimate to hold. Try as you might, you could not figure this man out. Months you’d spent with him, living, and working and being his any way he asked, and yet he was as much a mystery as he’d been the first time you met.

“Uh, Mr. Lane is waiting outside. Should I call him in?” You asked and he nodded, squeezing your side before releasing you. You put your hair up again and wore your hat, hiding your face under its shadows and calling the client in.

When a girl turns a certain age, she is expected to find the most eligible bachelor and flutter her eyelashes in a bid to secure a match. Your mother threw grand balls for your sisters and was planning an even grander one for your introduction to the society. But you had had enough of dancing with lecherous bastards with as wandering hands as their eyes. You couldn’t stomach the thought of being bound to one of them, so you took your chance and ran.

Leaving behind your quaint town, you entered the bustling city with an assortment of clothes and a heart full of hope. It took you a week to understand that this was no place for you, no place for a lady who dreamt of being her own person. No one wished to employ you, a young girl who had no business demanding pay and rights.

However, in this bustling city of strangers, you found a man who wished to own you. Andy Barber told you in no uncertain terms that he would not hire you as long as you dressed like a woman, but he also promised that he could train you to be better than any other man. Provided, you give yourself to him. You weren’t naïve enough to pretend to not know what he was asking for, but you were desperate enough to say yes. This was better than a marriage anyway. There too, a man would have parched his thirst over your naked chest, but at least here you could learn and get paid for it without being bound to him.

Andy was not unkind. As a mentor, he was strict and meticulous. He worked you hard, taught you well, gave bitter feedback but praised you just the same. As a lover, he was exacting, exploring your chaste body with touches rough and soft, demanding response and reverence. The first night you laid with him, he spent hours worshiping you. His lips, lined by his bushy mustache, traced your face and neck, roving over each contour of your body until his mouth had tasted all.

The modesty you had guarded forever was bare to his gaze, but he didn’t lust like a man who cornered women in dark alleys. He had knelt before your open legs like men of cloth did at the lord’s altar, kissing the dewy folds of your sex with so much passion and delicacy that you had indeed felt like a goddess. Never had you imagined a man to put his mouth there, not when your mother had told you it was unclean. Andy, on the other hand, tasted it like he tasted absolution in your nectar.

He taught you more than simply law. The pleasures of flesh, of learning to please yourself and your companion were lessons that took place in the dark of night. He whispered things that Satan preached in your ear, seducing you into sin that you soon came to crave.

“Touch yourself”, a command he gave often. Nothing pleased him more than seeing you bring yourself to completion with your eyes trained on him, thoughts full only of him and how his body rocked yours.

You had done a great many things with him, things that had you flustered for days on end whenever your thoughts would turn to him, but what you were doing now was nothing short of scandal. It was blasphemous, something that would ruin you way more than if people found you falsely parading as a man in the city.

“Andy!” You hissed, pushing against him to no avail. He had dragged you into the men’s room inside the courthouse, cornering you against the wall and pressing his body flush to yours. He was wearing his best clothes today, about to represent an important man in a case that had made the front page for two weeks straight. Time together had been more work than pleasure, and it seemed Andy had reached his breaking point right before the trial started.

He started working on the buttons of your waistcoat, a frenzy in his eyes. “I need to take you now. This might as well be the most important case of my career, and I’ll begin it by being inside you, and end it just the same!”

You moaned, letting your hands roam his body as he finally undid your waistcoat and shirt, frantically ripping away at the bandages that bound your breasts. As he took one of your hardened nipples in his mouth, you palmed his pulsing hardness from over his pants, shivering at the thought of feeling it inside you again.

He scared you like this, for someone could walk in and see the illustrated Andrew Barber making a beast with two backs in the male room with someone who greatly resembled a man. He will be ruined. You would be ruined. And as of now, the very thought of that caused wetness to pool in your underpants.

“Get on your knees and taste me.” He urged, pulling out his cock and pumping it. “As you sit beside me today, I want you to have my taste in your mouth. One day, I’ll sit beside you too.”

You were a gently bred lady of impeccable reputation, but you sunk to your knees with the practiced move of a street woman to take him eagerly in your mouth. Oh, if your proper mother could see you, sucking a man like a whore in the damp men’s room, her teachings of propriety and modesty all but forgotten. But nothing made you feel more than a woman that receiving Andy like this. His desire, his need for you burned in his eyes and you lapped on those flames to quench the thirst in your heart.

His hand moved behind your head, easing you into taking him deeper. “Look at me” He whispered, and your eyes met his, shining with unshed tears. He did this to you, reduced you to who you loathed to be and yet loved. Swirling your tongue over his soft skin, you bobbed over his length, the squelching sounds filling the small room.

Just like always, you tasted his power and his yearning. The milky drops of precum coated your tongue, your nose taking in the smell of his musk as he groaned above you. He reduced you, but then why did you feel raised?

“Touch yourself, let me taste you too.” He ordered, and you complied. Your hand slipped inside your pants, finding your moist core. Generously lubing your fingers in your slick, you rose on shaky knees and presented your wet fingers to Andy who sucked them eagerly in his mouth. Warm, wet, his tongue took in your taste with relish.

You couldn’t stop but stare into his blue eyes, eyes that should have haunted your nightmares, but you only saw them in sweet dreams. “Kiss me” You begged, and he did. He kissed you like a man starved, like a man who could suck out your soul and draw it in himself. He kissed you like dew kissed the morning grass, like the colours of rainbow that scattered in the sky to paint it pretty.

“Tell me where you want me, how you want me.” He said, surrendering control. You stilled, hands resting on his chest. How were you to lead him when he was infinitely more experienced about the art of making love?

“I – I want you inside me.” You softly said, eyes fluttering as you shy looked away. Why was saying what you do so many times so difficult.

“Inside where?” Andy asked, tilting your chin up again. You gulped, your face and chest flushed.

“In my – in my” You stuttered, fearing to speak the word he spoke often. “In my pussy.”

You would have thought he would ravish you as soon as you said the words, instead he brought you closer and nudged your nose with his. His breath came out in erratic spurts, his need evident in his gaze. “You will put me inside you, however you want. It’s time I let you take some lead.”

Holding his gaze, you pumped his length gently before turning around and presenting him your ass. You struggled to position him, trying to place his tip at your opening. He didn’t move an inch to help you, only chuckling slightly when you huffed in frustration. Finally, you felt him at your slit, and you slid him between your folds carefully, trying to coat him in your wetness like you’d seen him do.

“What if someone walks in?” You asked, hesitating for just one moment.

“They’ll have to wait while we finish. You’re not walking out of here unsullied, so how about we hurry up?”

You pushed back into him, taking him inside your pulsing sleeve with ease. The stretch of his cock had always felt good, a pain that had a lasting effect and reminded you of him. As you moved back and forth, urging him to meet you halfway, you wondered why the self loathing never came. Andy had a way of making you feel like a queen when others may suspect you of nothing more than a whore.

“Andy” You brokenly said as he thrust inside you faster, “I want more. Please.”

He gave you more. He took over, holding onto your waist and sliding home inside you in deep, powerful strokes. You whined under his assault, jerking when his fingers found your nub and mashed it. Praises, curses, words of love and lust that had the power to destroy hearts and armies flowed freely from his mouth, as if the only thing tethering him to this earth was your body.

Your hands went to play with your breasts, a strangled moan caught in your chest. Suddenly, even when he moved inside you with such passion, you craved more intimacy than his cock could offer. You tilted your head to the side, offering him your mouth that he took in a sensual kiss. You were so close that you couldn’t decide what limb was yours and which was his anymore. In the age old dance of sensual love, you became one.

“What do you want?” He asked, and your eyes met his. He asked you this every time, and you had always answered the same thing. But today, this felt different. You were in the courthouse, a lawyer’s battleground and also the place of worship. He was more than your mentor and boss, he was also the man who you had grown to care for so deeply it could only be called one feeling.

“Inside me. I want you to finish inside me today.” You answered and his hands clutched you tighter. You’d never allowed that before, never allowed him to call you his so completely. But you felt compelled by his heat today, by the desperation he never bothered hiding from you. Once, this may have felt like a chore. Today, it was your blessing. “Andy, make me yours.”

He groaned, pumping in you with abandon and bringing you over the edge with his fingers that were running circles around your clit. You moaned loud, blubbering in pleasure that spilled from you, uncaring if someone were to walk in. His thrusts were getting irregular, hips jerking until you felt him twitch and release inside you in hot spurts. Warmth bloomed in your core, your essence mixing with his.

He hugged your sweaty body to his, the wool of his coat scratchy against your flesh. “You were mine, even before. Now, more so than ever. And one day, when you’re ready, I’ll claim you in front of the world as fully as my heart has done in private.”

You felt him run his thumb over your ring finger and licked your lips. He wasn’t asking, and you weren’t answering. But one day, maybe you will. Until then, you were happy to be his beautiful secret, posing as his assistant and learning from him.

“Don’t,” He whispered hotly in your ear, turning you around swiftly. “Don’t think too much. We’ve got a case to win.”

He helped you dress again, buttoning your shirt and waistcoat with nimble fingers. He was getting back to being your boss, and you couldn’t have been prouder of him at this moment. One day it will be you in his spot, you knew it.

“Just one question.” You said, fixing his tie and smoothening the wrinkles on his clothes. He raised an eyebrow at you, softly smiling at the mischievous look in his eyes. “What will happen once I am a lawyer too?”

Andy chuckled, pressing the softest of kisses on your lips. “Whoever wins more cases gets to be on top of course.”

You exited the men’s room with him, head high as any other man’s. As you entered the courtroom, you licked your lips and smiled as you tasted him on your tongue.

[baepsaesbae]

Babysitters Club

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader    

Genre— SMUT, fluff, babysitting au, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Dom!Taehyung, roleplaying, face fucking, oral sex (m and f), bondage, explicit rough unprotected sex please stay safe irl, squirting, choking, hickies, a surprise cameo from Spring Will Come Again!Jungkook because I have no self control

Word Count— ~7.6k  

Summary— A generic summer job hunt leads you to babysit rowdy (but still cute) kids alongside the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. What shenanigans will you get into with Taehyung by your side?

A/N— HUGE shoutout to the lovely @kimtaehyunq​​ for making this beautiful banner for me! This was literally the Taehyung I had in mind while writing this uwu. This fic is the epitome of self indulgence but I truly hope you guys like it too! Please let me know what you think! My askbox/inbox is always open, don’t be afraid to come chat with me. Love you all, hope you guys are safe <3

Crumpled up newspapers littered the floor as another ball was apathetically tossed aside. A sigh of defeat escaped your lips as you looked up at the ceiling in desperation.

“Still at it with the job hunt, huh?” your roommate, Hyuna, said when she saw your mess, “I told you to search online. Or try to get a job at a cafe or a boba shop or something.”

“Easy jobs online seem sketchy, and I told you I don’t want to work in the food industry ever again,” you groaned.

“But you’d rather...be a babysitter?” she questioned as she held up an ad, “Wait you could get paid up to $15 an hour? That’s pretty good.”

“I didn’t see that one. Is it an agency or something?”

“Not sure, take a look,” she handed you the paper.

“Oh, it seems like it’s a daycare run out of someone’s house. They’re looking for multiple applicants. You wanna do it with me?! I think it could be fun!” you ask excitedly.

“And spend most of my summer vacation with a bunch of snot nosed brats? I don’t think so. You have fun though!” she blew you a kiss as she walked away.

You whipped your phone out and immediately called the number in the ad. This job was the only one that seemed bearable, and you thought kids were cute for the most part. You’ve had a few babysitting gigs in the past so this shouldn’t be too bad.

“Hello?” a deep voice answered the call.

“Hi, I saw your ad in the paper! I was wondering if there was still a babysitting position open?” you inquired.

“Oh yes! Yeah there’s still a spot open. Um, can you give me a sec?” the man said quickly as you heard wailing kids in the background. After two minutes or so he returned to the phone.

“I’m terribly sorry about that. You don’t have a criminal background or anything right? Gosh, I’m sure this sounds unprofessional but--”

“Nope, I don’t have any charges or anything like that. Should I call back later?” you offered since it seemed like the man was a little preoccupied.

“It’s like this all the time. Why don’t we do a practice run tomorrow? Oh! I mean, whenever you’re available to start. Or technically have an interview? I guess? Hey, don’t put that in your mouth!” the man chastised at someone in the distance.

“I can come in tomorrow!” you said.

“Great! Just use the address in the same ad you got this number from! Oh, and please get here by 9am! See you soon!” the man hung up abruptly.

“That was chaotic…” you said to yourself.

A moment later your phone began to ring. It was from the babysitting guy.

“Hello?” you answered.

“I realized I never got your name! I promise I’m not always this frazzled,” he laughed as rambunctious laughter erupted behind him.

“Oh, I’m ______,” you gave him your first and last name.

“Cool. See you tomorrow Miss ____!” he said before hanging up again.

You were actually excited to babysit. It had been a while since you had done it, and playing with kids was usually fun. Then again, you’ve never had a bad experience with babysitting before. You prayed that this gig would continue the positive trend.

Donning shorts and a simple Mickey Mouse t-shirt, (you figured some kid was bound to like the mousey character) it was time to head off to your potential workplace. The babysitting place was actually fairly close to you, only about a 10 minute drive. It was 8:55am by the time you arrived. A couple of parents walked past your car to drop off their kids. All of the kids seemed to be pretty excited to enter the house, which was definitely a good sign.

You gently knocked on the door at exactly 9am. There was no response as you awkwardly waited for about a minute or so. All you could hear was shrill laughter and thumps that you presumed was the kids running about. You realized there was a doorbell, and sighed at your foolishness.

The door opened seconds after you rang the doorbell. A tall man with dark hair greeted you with a warm smile. You were taken aback by the handsome guy, suddenly questioning whether you were at the right place or not until a child popped up from behind his shoulder and yelled out a loud “Boo!” that caused you to jump.

“Ah, sorry about that! This one is always trying to play pranks,” the man laughed as he playfully jostled the child that was latched onto his back, “You must be ______?”

“That’s me!” you say with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Cool. C’mon in, I’ll introduce you to the kids,” the man led you inside.

The living room was littered with toys, from cars to building blocks to barbies. This place was definitely a kid’s happy place. Four little kids were playing with various things when you walked in. All of the kids there seemed to be between the ages of 4 to 6. At a glance, it seemed like they were all playing house. It took you a few seconds to realize that one of the kids was actually playing by herself; she was just physically close to the other kids.

“Everyone! This is our newest helper! Her name is Miss ____. Let’s all play nicely with her okay?” the man announced.

The kids playing house immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed to you. Two boys began asking you questions in a rapid fire succession, while the little girl merely clung to your leg.

“Those two are Kota and Bel,” the man pointed to the two boys, “The little girl stuck to you like glue is Ava, and the one playing over there is Lucy,” he continued to name each child.

“AND I’M SAM!!” the last boy exclaimed over the man’s shoulder.

“Yes, this troublemaker here is Sam. That’s basically the whole gang! We could get a few more additions as the summer goes on, but these guys are the OG crew. They’re all really sweet kids, once you get to know them. Any questions so far?” your employer asked.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name, sir,” you say politely.

“Oh! No need to call me sir. I think we’re probably around the same age? Not that I’m assuming your age or anything but--”

“He’s my horsey!” Sam interrupted.

“No, he’s the chef!” Kota yelled.

“No, he’s our dad who’s not our dad,” Lucy chimed in.

“My mom told me he was a babysitter?” Bel added, now visibly confused.

“I am all of those things,” the man reassured the children, “But my name is Taehyung. The kids call me Tae or Mr. insert whatever title I have in the game we are playing on that day. Pleasure to meet ya,” Tae extends a hand out to you, “Let’s see how your first day goes.”

The first few hours consisted of a rather intricate game of pretend set up in a fantasy world. You played a princess who was captured by an evil dragon, who was played by Taehyung (you couldn’t help but think about how you wouldn’t mind being his hostage).

The boys were valiant knights on their quest to rescue you. The girls played different creatures that aided the knights as fairies or unicorns or any other things they wanted to be. Most of the game consisted of you and Taehyung sitting together in a corner of the living room. Even though you didn’t have to do anything, it was fun watching the kids play. Their imagination amused you.

“Enjoying yourself, princess?” Taehyung asked as he also watched the children run around.

His deep voice sent chills down your spine. Something about the way the word “princess” rolled off his tongue was so enchanting. You cleared your throat before answering.

“This job has been pretty fun so far, Mr. Evil Dragon,” you smile.

“Hey! I’m not evil, just misunderstood,” he protested.

“Oh no! The dragon is about to eat the princess!” one of the boys cried out.

“What? No, I’m not going to eat her,” Taehyung said defensively.

“You need to pretend to eat the princess so that the knights save her,” Lucy, the quiet one, scuttled over to whisper to the both of you before hurrying back to her spot.

Taehyung turned towards you to appease the kids as they held their breath in anticipation.

“Rawr! I’m going to eat you!” he said in a deep voice.

“Oh no! Somebody save me!” you cried out, playing along.

A few moments passed but none of the kids moved. You both turned your heads towards them in confusion. They stared back at you blankly.

“You need to bite her!” Sam demanded.

“What?” you and Tae said in unison.

“Bite her! Bite her! Bite her!” the boys started to chant.

“But not too hard!” Ava expressed her worry for you, making you smile.

“I…uh…” Taehyung was at a loss for words.

“They’re not gonna stop, are they?” you whispered to him.

He nodded with a sigh as their chanting got louder. You offered him your arm. Kids can be crazy stubborn over silly things. Besides, you’ve done worse for less (college is crazy).

Taehyung shot you an “are you sure about this?” look, to which you just nodded. Once he got the okay, Taehyung grabbed your arm and pulled you harshly, causing your face to be a mere inches away from his.

“Fools! You think you can save the princess? I will devour her before your very eyes!” Taehyung declared with an even deeper voice. He opened his mouth menacingly, as if to show off his fangs. Then, he proceeded to bite your bicep. To be honest, he was being so forceful that you thought he was going to bite you for real, causing you to involuntarily close your eyes.

Instead, he gingerly placed his teeth on your skin so lightly that you could barely feel anything. You opened your eyes to see Taehyung grinning at you with your arm in his mouth.

“Aaaaggghhh GET HIM!!” Sam yelled, leading the other boys straight into Taehyung.

Taehyung quickly let go of you before he rolled out onto the floor. The boys began to pummel Taehyung with their foam swords and pretend bows and arrows. The girls came to your aid to help you escape during the battle.

The little boys triumphantly stood over their defeated babysitter who pretended to be passed out on the floor. You applauded their victory as the girls sat by your side.

“Okay! Good game, it’s almost lunchtime,” Taehyung announced as he quickly popped back up.

“Chef Tae makes the best mac and cheese!” Ava informed you excitedly.

“I wanted dino nuggies!” Sam puffed out his cheeks in disappointment.

“Sam, you know it’s Ava’s day to pick out lunch. It’ll be your turn tomorrow okay? I promise! You guys can stay here and play with Miss ____ till food is ready,” Tae called out as he walked to the kitchen. Lucy silently followed Tae.

“Lucy likes to help out in the kitchen a lot. She sets the table,” Ava explained when she saw you watching Lucy.

“You’re good at being a princess!” Kota butted in as he ran to hug your leg.

“I like your shirt! I like Mickey Mouse too. I saw him in DisneyWorld last year,” Bel said as he clung to your other leg.

The kids took turns holding onto your legs as you tried to walk around. Apparently the thought of making you tumble over was an exciting one, and that kept the kids busy until Taehyung called for everyone.

Five little bowls of mac and cheese were set up on the dining table. The kids took their seats as Taehyung handed out juice boxes. He positioned himself by your side as the little ones began to chow down.

“I normally just eat the rest out of the pot, but since you’re here I can get you a bowl. Sorry about biting you earlier, the kids really like it when I get serious about my roles,” Taehyung chuckled as he scooped out your portion.

“It’s no problem, you’re a great actor. Thank you,” you say politely as he handed you a bowl.

Lunch was spent making small talk with Taehyung. He was a newly graduated college student trying to make extra money before starting a real job hunt.Taehyung had been running this makeshift daycare since he was a senior in highschool.

“Summers are always fun with them,” Taehyung said while smiling fondly at the kids, “How has it been so far?” he asked.

“I’ve been having a good time. The kids are all really sweet! They have so much energy,” you answer.

“They do indeed, which is why playtime is so important in the morning! It makes what comes next easier,” he winked at you before collecting the empty bowls, “Okay kiddos! Who’s ready for nap time?”

Lucy quietly raised her hand while the boys groaned. You figured it would be hard to get those active boys to settle down, let alone to take a nap. You helped Taehyung set up blankets and pillows in the game room. The kids made a beeline to their designated blankets without a fuss.

“Do you sing, Miss _____?” Taehyung asked out of the blue.

“Um, not really?” you say hesitantly.

“Ah, I see. No worries. Everybody ready?” he said.

“Yes!” all the kids replied.

“Alrighty. Do you have any song requests, Miss ____?”

You thought about which songs would make for a decent lullaby, “Do you know Adore You by Harry Styles?”

“I’ll have to look up the lyrics but yeah I like that song! I like his whole album actually,” Taehyung nodded as he pulled out his phone and took a deep breath, “Walk in your rainbow paradise~”

You were shocked by his vocal talent. His voice control was superb and the quality of his voice was downright euphoric. Even though Taehyung’s voice is deeper than Harry Styles’, his range was incredible. He was still able to go as high as Harry without any trouble. All the kids had fallen sound asleep by the time he finished the song.

“This is when I typically have about an hour of free time,” he said after quietly leading you back into the kitchen.

“You have such a beautiful voice! Do you sing to them every day?” you praised him.

“Thanks! Yeah, I sing to them every day. They used to get duets actually,” Taehyung sighed.

“Did you have another coworker before?” you asked.

“Yep. My best friend actually. He’s my roommate too, but he landed an internship this summer so he couldn’t be here. I’m very proud of him! But usually this is a job for two people so I decided to put that ad out. I’m happy you came out! The kids seem to like you,” Taehyung gave you a thumbs up.

“I hope so! Lucy might be scared of me though,” you recalled the way she mostly avoided you all morning.

“Nah, she’s just really shy. She told me that she thought you were really pretty though, so that’s a good sign!” he tried to reassure you.

“I guess it must be true then. Kids are brutally honest,” you smiled.

“She definitely wasn’t lying,” Taehyung smiled back at you.

You had to look away awkwardly to hide your blushed cheeks. There’s no way you could handle a direct smile from this guy. How was it possible for someone to be that handsome without even trying?!

“So what happens after naptime?” you quickly asked to change the subject.

“Basically more playing until their parents come. It honestly just depends on what the kids wanna do. We can play inside, in the backyard, and sometimes we go to the park,” Taehyung answered with an amused smile, “Let’s use this free time to conduct a more formal interview, shall we?”

Taehyung then asked you a series of questions about your summer schedule, if you’re willing to work every day of the week, how you feel about the kids, along with other things. You answered truthfully and kept up a professional demeanor. Taehyung seemed to be satisfied with your answers and leaned back in his chair.

“That all works for me! The people who really need to approve of you are the parents. I’ll introduce you to them later this afternoon. I’m sure they’ll all be fine once I vouch for you,” he nodded.

Soft giggles caught your attention. Taehyung signaled that break time was now over and led the way back to the living room. Kota and Bel were wrestling each other while the others threw pillows at them.  

“Did everyone have a good nap?” Taehyung sing songed.

“Yes!” they replied.

“Can we play house now?” Ava asked.

“Yeah! Miss ____ can be the mommy now!” Sam bounced up in excitement, “Our last mommy used to be a boy.”

“Jimin was a great mommy and I’m sure he misses you all dearly. Jimin is my roommate/best friend/ex-cobabysitter,” Taehyung explained.

The game of house was more hands on from your end. The kids demanded you to carry them and read them stories like a real mommy would. It was mainly the girls who wanted to play with you, while the boys took turns wrestling with Tae or riding on his back. You were braiding Lucy’s hair when the doorbell rang.

“Kota! Your mom is here!” Taehyung called from the front.

All the kids trickled out one by one as their parents arrived. Taehyung introduced you to each parent; their reactions were all positive, especially when their kids raved about you being the new Jimin.

“If she’s anything like Jimin, then I have nothing to worry about. I trust your judgement, Taehyung,” one of the sterner looking parents said (Sam’s father to be exact).

“Congrats! You got the job,” Taehyung congratulated you once all of the children were picked up, “We get paid on Fridays. I’ll basically just split what we earn 50/50, cool?”

“That’s fine by me! I’m looking forward to working with you,” you bow graciously.

“Ah! No need to be so formal. We’re partners now! I’m not your boss or anything,” Taehyung gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder, “See you tomorrow!”

Summer was about to get rather eventful. All of the children warmed up to you surprisngly quickly, even timid Lucy (who had arguably grown the most fond of you). As the days went on, you couldn’t help but admire Taehyung’s kindness and patience when it came to the kids. From firm to understanding, he was everything a caregiver should be. He handled spats between kids with ease, often by making them forgive each other then laugh at some silly joke of his.

One afternoon, the kids voted to watch a Disney movie. All seven of you curled up on the couch together with you and Taehyung in the middle. Lucy sat in your lap while Bel sat in Taehyung’s. Halfway through the movie, Taehyung fell asleep. The kids didn’t notice since they were so engrossed in the movie. You however, DID notice. Mostly because he rolled his sleepy head onto your shoulder.

Your heartbeat quickened as you slowly turned to take a peek at the handsome man sleeping beside you. He looked angelic, and you realized that he smelled pleasant too. He had a sweet scent that was uncharacteristic for a young man. You took a deep breath and pretended not to notice him. He didn’t wake up until the doorbell rang near the end of the movie.

He seemed to be confused and perhaps even slightly flustered when he lifted his head from your shoulder, but quickly shrugged it off to go answer the door. The incident (and the drool on your shoulder) was never mentioned.

It had been a month since you started babysitting with Taehyung, and it honestly had been a lot more fun than you expected. The kids are wonderful silly little beings and Taehyung is...well...Taehyung.

You were cleaning up the living room on a late Friday afternoon after all the kids had been picked up. Taehyung was somewhere splitting up the week’s paycheck. Once all the toys were back in their respective bins, it was time to gather your stuff and go.

“Great work this week,” Taehyung commended as he handed you your cut.

“Thanks! Same to you as always. I’ll see you on Monday,” you wave as you open the front door.

“Actually um--” Taehyung cleared his throat.

“Yes?” you whipped around with almost too much eagerness.

“My friend is part of an art gallery showing tomorrow night and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? I heard there will be drinks and finger foods…” Taehyung trailed off, presumably due to imagining what kind of snacks will be served.

“I’d love to! I’m not an expert on art or anything, but it sounds cool,” you smile.

“No worries, I’m no expert either. I’m just a guy who appreciates neat expressions of creativity,” he nodded humbly, “I can pick you up at your place, if you’d like.”

“Sure, I’ll text you my address. Oh uh, what’s the dress code like? I don’t really attend these things,” you ask shyly.

“I’d say a step down from formal? Like no t-shirts or jeans. Pretend like you’re going on a date to some restaurant that isn’t a michelin star but is still classier than Olive Garden,” Taehyung tried to explain.

“I’ll do my best,” you smile at his peculiar way of describing the appropriate attire.

A smile never left your face as you drove home. A chance to hangout with Taehyung one on one without any kids around? All of his attention will be on you? Yes please. You love the kids and all, but you finally have a real chance to get closer to Taehyung. To be honest, you might have the teensiest little crush on him, but who could blame you?

The next day was spent preparing for your night out with Taehyung. It probably wasn’t a date (90% sure it’s not), but you wanted to look irresistible anyway. You put on a purple dress with flowy sleeves that made you feel like a princess. It was on the dressier side, but being slightly overdressed never hurt anyone.

You usually only had time to slap on mascara and a lip tint in the mornings before babysitting, but now you had abundant time to play around with your makeup. You settled for a soft yet glamorous look with shimmery eyeshadow and eyeliner. Sparkly lip gloss tied the whole look together and made your lips look tempting (or so you hoped). You decided to leave your hair alone since you were having a miraculously good hair day.

“Wow are you sure this isn’t a date?” Hyuna whistled when she walked into your room.

“It’s not! This is just the first time Taehyung will see me actually trying to look good,” you say defensively.

“You’re cute even in ratty t-shirts, but I get what you mean. Have fun tonight!” your roommate gave you a tight hug.

A strong knock on your front door indicated Taehyung’s arrival. Hyuna tagged along as you went to answer the door; she wanted to see the guy you’ve been gushing over for the past month for herself.

Your mouth hung open in shock for a split second when you opened the door. Taehyung also dressed up. He was wearing a bright sunflower shirt paired with a black blazer that perfectly combined fun with sophistication. He wore a red silky bandana looking belt for an added pop of color with his black pants.

“Hey Taehyung!” you greet him happily.

“Good evening, Miss ____. You look spectacular!” he complimented you immediately.

“So do you! It’s funny seeing you not in a t-shirt, though I’m sure you’re thinking the same thing,” you say.

“You’re charming even in your graphic tees, but this is a nice change of pace too,” Taehyung agreed.

“Hi! I’m Hyuna, ____’s roommate,” Hyuna butted in to shake his hand.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung, ____’s babysitting partner,” he introduced himself.

“We should get going,” you say politely before Hyuna could start to get chatty.

Hyuna mouthed an exaggerated “oh my god” coupled with a double thumbs up as you waved goodbye after Taehyung was already out the door. You playfully rolled your eyes but blew her a kiss anyway.

“I didn’t realize you lived so close to me,” Taehyung said as he pulled away from the curb.

“Yeah, it made the job even more appealing,” you nodded.

“I really am glad that you applied,” Taehyung said softly, as if to himself.

“Sorry, what was that?” you couldn’t hear him properly.

“Nothing! I said I’m glad you agreed to accompany me tonight!” Taehyung quickly stated.

“Thanks for inviting me out! I’m actually pretty excited,” you admitted.

The gallery was somewhere in the swanky part of downtown. You gazed out of the window at all of the high end stores Taehyung drove by. Everyone walking around the stores looked like supermodels, which was actually pretty intimidating. What if the people at the gallery looked like that too?

“We’re here!” Taehyung announced, interrupting your thoughts.

There was a decent amount of people wandering around the venue when you both entered. It was basically one big dimly lit room with spotlights on pieces scattered around on the walls plus some sculptures in the middle. Thankfully, the patrons already inside looked like normal people, most of them probably students like you.

“Taehyung!” someone called from the side of the room.

You both made your way towards the voice, only to find a man who was just as handsome as Taehyung greeting you with a bunny like smile. He had long hair that almost covered up his assorted dangly earrings. He definitely had art student vibes mixed with a dash of bad boy. The boys greeted each other with a ferocious hug, indicating that they’re probably good friends.

“Oh! What’s up, I’m Jungkook,” the boy shook your hand once he noticed you.

“She’s my babysitting partner this summer,” Taehyung said proudly.

“She’s replacing Jimin huh?” Jungkook laughed, “Taehyung and Jimin are like my brothers. We were all pretty close in college and are batchmates, even though I’m younger than them,” he stuck his tongue out at Taehyung.

“Yeah yeah okay whatever. Skipping grades in elementary school and bringing in a ton of transfer credits will help you do that I guess,” Taehyung shook his head even though he was still smiling.

“Are these your pictures?” you asked Jungkook, motioning to the mounted pictures behind him.

“Yeah! I took most of these in Madrid, I’ve been working abroad for my dream company,” Jungkook answered you proudly.

“Who’s this?” Taehyung pointed to a picture of a girl laughing by a giant tree.

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous!” you added.

“She’s um...a good friend. She was the perfect model,” Jungook said with a faraway look in his eyes that told you there was more to the story.

“Tell me more about her on our next phone call. Tonight is for celebrating you!” Taehyung picked up on Jungkook’s sudden change of tone.

You enjoyed listening to their old college stories as the boys reminisced about their past together. Jungkook relished telling you all of Taehyung’s embarrassing moments at various parties. Taehyung returned the favor by recalling Jungkook’s past run-ins with women. Despite his natural charm and god like looks, apparently Jungkook gets really nervous around girls.

You and Taehyung were on your own once Jungkook was flagged down by an older patron interested in purchasing some of his work. Taehyung stayed close to your side as you explored the rest of the gallery. Each artist was so incredibly talented as their pictures told  stories with just a single frame.

“____ look! They have those fancy charcuterie boards!” Taehyung grabbed your hand and excitedly dragged you over to the snack table. You couldn’t help but smile at his childlike elation.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve been getting tired of being force fed fruit snacks every day,” you laughed as you ate the assorted appetizers.

“I completely understand. Unfortunately, the kids are too sweet when they want to share. I don’t have it in me to turn them down,” Taehyung agreed.

Once the food was eaten, you resumed walking through the gallery. It was fun making up stories to go with each picture. Taehyung seemed to gravitate towards adding a romantic twist to each story, while you opted for a bit of mystery. At the end of the event, Taehyung met up with Jungkook once more to say his goodbyes.

“Thanks again for coming with me, I had fun! I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Taehyung said as he drove you back.

“It was really neat! I liked hanging out with you outside of work,” you nodded.

“Would you say it was a successful date then?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow with curiosity. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened with surprise.

“Was...was this a date?” you asked quietly.

“Did you want it to be?” Taehyung teased.

“I wouldn’t have gotten so dressed up otherwise,” you said defensively, taken aback by his sudden cheekiness.

“I realized I should’ve clarified that after you had already left. My bad,” Taehyung shot you a boxy grin, “But then I figured maybe you would be more relaxed if I didn’t mention it.”

“That’s odd logic, but I guess it worked,” you admitted begrudgingly.

Taehyung walked you back up to your house. He sweetly kissed your cheek and bid you goodnight, leaving you frozen in place.

“S-see you on Monday!” was all you were able to stammer out, to which Taehyung just smiled and waved back.

Hyuna happily freaked out with you once you were back inside. She was watching you from the moment Taehyung pulled back up. She shrieked with excitement once you told her that Taehyung confirmed that it was a date. Hyuna didn’t let up with grilling questions about how your night went. She even asked if the Jungkook guy you met was single, to which you truthfully answered that you didn’t know.

“Besides, he told me himself that he’s scared of girls. You’re scary enough as is,” you teased her.

“Oh shut up. So is Taehyung like, your boyfriend now?” Hyuna asked the million dollar question.

“I don’t think so. I think it was just a date, but that’s a good start!” you declared optimistically.

Babysitting on Monday went on like normal. Taehyung didn’t act any differently, which was both concerning and relieving. You were in the backyard pretending to eat whatever dirt concoction the little kids were serving you.

“This one is for you,” Lucy quietly offered Taehyung a clump of dirt sprinkled with blades of grass, topped with a dandelion.

“Oh, how pretty! What is it?” Taehyung played along.

“It’s a love potion. The next person you hug will fall in love with you,” Lucy smiled.

A smirk crept on Taehyung’s face as he pretended to eat Lucy’s love potion. He made a satisfied “Ahh” sound that made Lucy giggle.

“Tae has to hug me now! He loves me the most!” Sam yelled as he ran over to latch onto Taehyung.

“No, Tae loves me!” Bel argued as he pulled on Taehyung’s shirt.

“That’s not how it works!” Lucy huffed as she yelled at the boys.

You watched with delight as the little kids chased Taehyung around the backyard, demanding that he has to hug them. It was easy for him to juke them out as they constantly ran back and forth. You were content with just watching them until Taehyung began to make a beeline for you.

“Oh no no no,” you cried as you got up to run.

Taehyung (and the kids) chased you around for a little bit. The backyard was on the smaller side, so there wasn’t much space to evade all of them coming for you at once. To make matters worse, Taehyung actually started to try and catch you. His speed was no joke; he was much more agile than you gave him credit for.

With one pounce, Taehyung tackled you to the ground. Somehow he managed to whip himself around while you were falling, so you ended up falling on him. Now wrapped up in his arms, Taehyung smiled up at you with a shit eating grin.

“I guess you have to fall in love with me now,” he smirked.

“You wish,” you laughed as you pulled yourself up.

“Aw now he loves Miss _____,” Sam pouted.

“No, now Miss ____ has to fall in love with Tae,” Ava corrected him.

“That’s dumb,” Kota shook his head.

“Tae! Kota said a bad word!” Bel immediately tattled.

“Kota, remember what I said about bad words. No one wants to play with someone who says mean things,” Taehyung chided him.

“Sorry,” Kota mumbled.

“Let’s play go play inside. Who wants juice?” Taehyung patted Kota’s head.

The kids followed Taehyung inside like little ducklings. You loved that sight, you always thought it was the cutest thing. The rest of the day went by without a hitch.

The topic of favorite movies came up during lunchtime the next day.

“I like Frozen 2,” Ava stated, and Lucy nodded furiously in agreement.

“Detective Pikachu was better. Pikachu is funny,” Sam interjected. The other little boys then began to argue about which pokemon was better/stronger.

“I’m not really a big movie watcher,” Taehyung confessed as he took a bite of a dino chicken nugget.

“Have you at least seen the classics? Harry Potter? Lord of the Rings? Star Wars?” you listed with concern.

“I’ve seen Harry Potter and Star Wars. I think I saw the Lord of the Rings? I can’t really remember. I know I wanted to watch the newer Lord of the Rings movies,” he chuckled at your growing disbelief.

“Newer Lord of the Rings? You mean the Hobbit series?” you were disgruntled.

“Yeah those. I didn’t realize you were a nerd,” he nudged you.

“What of it? All of those are great movies. I have copies of the Hobbit series if you ever wanted to watch them,” you offered.

“Do you wanna watch them with me?” he perked up.

“Sure, I love them! You wanna do a marathon? It’ll take up a full day though,” you warned.

“I’m down. Are you free this Sunday?”

“I believe so.”

“Great! I’m excited to see you geek out over hobbits. Okay kids, naptime!”

You drove up to Taehyung’s place Sunday morning, you weren’t kidding when you said it would take all day. Taehyung said to dress comfortably so you showed up in your sweatpants and oversized college tee. He answered the door wearing gray sweatpants and his favorite CELINE shirt. His dark fluffy hair fell over his forehead and was almost long enough to cover his eyes.

“Good morning! I hope you’re hungry. I made some waffles to eat while we watch the first movie,” he greeted you.

His humble abode smelled heavenly as the scent of dough tinged with a hint of cinnamon wafted through the air. The soft belgian waffles were delicious as they practically melted in your mouth. Taehyung asked a ton of questions with nearly every scene, but you didn’t mind. You were happy to flex your knowledge of Tolkien lore.

Hours later, you found yourself cuddled up with Taehyung as the final credits of the Battle of Five Armies began to roll. Taehyung was still trying to process everything that happened as he asked you clarifying questions about each character.

“Well crap, now I’m sad,” he pouted.

“Yeah, the ending is kind of a downer, but that’s what makes it so good! The Lord of the Rings has a happy ending if that makes you feel better,” you look up at him from his chest.

“You look cute like that,” he observed.

“Like what? Tiny from your angle?” you tilted your head.

“I guess so? Tiny, maybe submissive,” Taehyung’s voice lowered with his suggestion.

“Submissive? Is that how you see me?” you sit back up completely with defiance.

“Not at all. You’re pretty feisty, which is why making you be submissive is even more alluring,” he raised his eyebrow in a suggestive manner.

“Do you want me to be a damsel in distress for you? Not happening,” you smirked.

“Pretty princesses are good for one thing,” Taehyung hopped off the couch.

Before you could say anything, he promptly grabbed you and swung you over his shoulder. You were too shocked by his boldness and physical abilities to retaliate.

“They’re perfect for kidnapping!” he let out a dramatic evil laugh as he carried you off to his bedroom.

Once there, he roughly threw you on the bed. You couldn’t help but look around curiously since this was the first time you’ve ever seen his room. It was surprisingly neat; his bed was made and there were no messy clothing piles in sight.

“Are you an evil dragon then? Capturing princesses and such?” you teased.

“Evil dragon, dashing captor, I can be anything you want me to be. Just please not an orc,” he let out a chuckle before getting back into character, “Just know that you’re trapped here with me. No one is going to rescue you.”

“Oh no! What a terrible situation to be in! What on Earth is this extremely handsome dragon going to do with a poor defenseless princess like me?” you taunted.

“Ok this is all very hot but before we go any further, are you okay with this?” Taehyung asked sincerely.

“I can’t think of anything that I’ve wanted more,” you nodded.

“Perfect. Safe word is red,” he winked at you, “Now strip for me, princess.”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

Taehyung grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of your head and forcefully brought you up to his face, “I suggest not making me angry,” he sneered.

You didn’t think you were one for being manhandled, but god damn that was hot. There was already a tingle between your legs and he hadn’t even really touched you yet. You complied with his request, and quickly tore off your shirt and pants. Though you weren’t wearing any fancy lingerie, you were wearing a gray bra and gray panties that could pass off as matching.

“Mmm what a pretty treasure. It would be a shame to let it gounappreciated,” Taehyung stretched out that last word as he gently ran his fingers from your torso up to your neck before firmly grasping it.

Taehyung straddled you as his long fingers were wrapped around your neck. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss you. Though apprehensive at first, he gradually got more bold with it. His tongue dipped into your mouth the instant your lips parted. His other hand crept under your bra to fondle your breast.

“You take your clothes off too,” you said as soon as the kiss broke.

“You don’t get to make any demands, silly princess,” Taehyung shook his head.

You pouted and reached out to tug at his pants anyway. Big mistake. Taehyung slapped your hand away and slammed you back onto the bed.

“You don’t listen, huh? I’ll have to do something about that. Stay still or else you’ll make things worse for yourself,” he ordered.

You reluctantly obeyed, partly because you were curious about what he was going to do, and partly because you were actually intimidated by him. He returned back to the bed a few seconds later, but with a familiar silky red belt in hand.

“Give me your hands. Good girl,” he smiled deviously as he bound them together, “Remember the safe word is red, okay?” he gently reminded you.

He looked down at you with a satisfied grin as he began to take off his sweatpants. He had an obvious bulge in his underwear that outlined his massive dick. You were further entranced by his physique when he took off his shirt. He wasn’t ripped, but he was still fit, as you could plainly see when his chest was finally revealed.

“Open wide, princess,” he demanded.

You opened your mouth, and even flattened your tongue out a little bit for him. He pulled his cock out of his underwear, finally exposing his full length. You doubted you could fit even half of him in your mouth, but at this point it wasn’t up to you.

Taehyung lowered himself down to you, and teasingly tapped the tip of his cock on your tongue. He slowly eased himself into your mouth, forcing you to open your mouth even wider to account for his girth. He made his way back out once you gagged. He grabbed your head to hold you steady as he fucked your mouth once more. He got closer and closer to the back of your throat until he finally hit it. All you could focus on was breathing as tears welled up in your eyes. Taehyung thrusted a couple more times before he pulled out completely.

“Good girl indeed. Well done, princess,” he softly stroked your chin before wiping your tears away. All you could do was smile meekly back at him.

“Don’t worry, it’s time for your reward,” Taehyung smiled down at you as his hand slipped under your panties, “Oh you’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

He positioned himself between your thighs after he tore off your panties. His thumb fiddled with your clit, causing you to squirm. He placed a strong grip on your thigh to hold you down as he circled your clit faster. Your helpless whimpers were music to Taehyung’s ears.

Without warning, he easily stuck two fingers into you. He didn’t even let you adjust as he rapidly fingered you, his fingers curving to graze your g-spot with every stroke. His tongue swirled around your clit, adding even more toe curling sensations.

Him adding a third finger was the catalyst for the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. There wasn’t even a build up, everything just hit you at once. Suddenly you were crying out even louder as you violently came. Did it occur to you that you were squirting all over Taehyung and his bed? No. Were you doing exactly that? Absolutely.

“Delicious,” Taehyung said as he licked his lips, “Look at the fucking mess you made.”

“I-i’m sorry,” you managed to stutter, you were still recovering from your orgasm.

“It’s only fair that it’s my turn to make a mess now. Do I need to get a condom, princess?” he cooed.

You weakly shook your head. You needed to feel all of him, right now. Taehyung chuckled at your neediness as he aligned himself with your pussy. He slowly inserted his entire length into you until the base of his cock touched your soaked pussy. You moaned together as he stayed still for a second. You looked up to see Taehyung’s face lit up with pure bliss.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” he growled as he began to mercilessly buck his hips into you.

You moaned with every thrust as Taehyung shook the entire bed. Taehyung placed both of your legs on his shoulders, allowing him to hit you even deeper from this new angle. He leaned over to plant his lips on your neck as he fucked you. What started as a gentle peck took a violent turn as he harshly sucked on your neck. He left dark spots wherever his lips touched, and soon you were covered in dark blooms.

“Do you want me to soil your back or your chest?” he asked in a guttural tone.

“Back?” you answer dubiously.

You were immediately flipped over. You were laying flat on your chest waiting for him to prop up your ass, but he never did. Instead, he simply spread your legs wider and fucked you flat against the bed. Taehyung grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks to get a better view of your sopping pussy. You could feel another orgasm brewing as he fucked even deeper into you, and his cock was continuously dragging against your g-spot.

“Taehyung, I--”

“I know, princess. Let it all out. I want to feel you come on my dick,” he demanded.

A few more strong strokes was all it took for you to go limp under him as your orgasm took over. Seconds after you hit your high, Taehyung pulled out and came all over your back.

Once you were all cleaned up, Taehyung untied you and kissed your forehead.

“How was it, princess?” he asked as he stroked your hair.

“I’ve never been fucked by a beast before, but now I don’t want anything else,” you admitted before kissing his neck.

“Good. I was worried about going overboard. As I told you before, I really like getting into character,” he laughed.

“I’ve never been into roleplay but I’m willing to change for you. Oh shit, it’s late already,” you noticed the time on his alarm clock.

“Just stay the night. I don’t think the kids will care if you’re wearing sweatpants or not. I can lend you a turtleneck to cover up those hickies though,” Taehyung yawned.

“Are you sure?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. Be warned, I’m a cuddler,” he pulled you closer to him.

“I guess I can sleep in a little later then,” you reasoned.

“Perfect. Goodnight, princess,” he quickly kissed your lips.

“You’re sleeping like that?”

“Like what?”

“Butt naked?”

“I can put clothes on if it makes you uncomfortable. I just figured it would make things easier for tomorrow morning,” he said sleepily.

“Tomorrow morning?” that got your attention.

“You’ll see! Be patient, princess. Night night.”

Never in a million years would you have guessed that applying for a babysitting job would result in this, but you weren’t complaining.

Published April 17, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2021 Baepsaesbae.

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You Know Who I Am (And I Know Who You Are)

Set after NWH: Tony's been back for about a week, and wonders why Peter hasn't come to see him yet. When he tries to find out where the boy is, he can't find any information on him, and decides that he needs to find out what happened while he was gone. Once he finds Peter, he finds out that he might not be the only one who remembers the younger man after all.

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That made two of them.

No one told Tony that coming back from the dead would be so disjarring. He wakes up in the med bay of what looks like a military base, and maybe it was, because suddenly Rhodey was there, looking at him like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Then Rhodey goes on to tell him its been three years - three years! - since Tony had died to save everyone from Thanos. Tony remembers dying. Remembers the pain of the stones shooting through his body, remembers everything going dark around him until all he heard was the voices of the others. The main voices he remembers are Peter’s - Peter, he thinks, wondering how the kid’s been, a long engrained worry rising with his thoughts - and he remembers Pepper’s - Pepper, who was his wife, at least she was three years ago.

His daughter is now eight, and his wife - well, she’s not his wife anymore. He’s been legally dead for three years, and she’s had a new beau for almost a year. Morgan calls him Charlie, and tells him, “he’s really nice Daddy, but not nice like you.” And yeah, it hurts, because he did love Pepper, but he can’t blame her for moving on. It wasn’t like he was gone, like the Snap, but dead. Legally, physically, dead.

Pepper is sobbing, telling Tony she’s sorry, and Rhodey leads Morgan out of the room so they can talk. He tells her it’s okay, he understands even if it hurts, and she’s crying into his chest as he holds her.

Yeah, coming back from the dead sucks.

…

He’s in the penthouse, so glad that Pepper kept it this whole time, kept his lab locked up tight for only him, like some creepy memorial. The Iron Man suits were all destroyed, except for one, but he doesn’t plan on going back out any time soon. Pepper’s scheduled a press conference on Friday, and that’s when they will reveal to everyone he’s back. He doesn’t really plan on stepping back into the spotlight, but she’s right, they can’t keep him hidden away forever. The house they shared is still out there by the lake, tucked away as a reminder of what they had.

He doesn’t go back there.

Considering everything that’s happened over the last few days, he thinks he’s managing things pretty well. He’s only had a couple of breakdowns, Morgan’s now got a room in the penthouse to come stay with him whenever she wants, and he’s talked to all of his friends that are still alive or available to talk to.

Except Peter. No one’s even mentioned him, and it worries him. He tries to ignore it, reasoning with himself that Peter is just busy being a college kid or whatever he’s doing now, but that worry is still there. Peter couldn’t - nothing could have happened to him right? Not after everything-

“FRIDAY, be a dear and call Peter for me would you?”

“There’s no Peter in your database, Sir.” Tony looks up at the ceiling, confused.

“Peter Parker.”

“There’s no Peter Parker in your database.” Tony sets the mug of coffee down, his hands shaking. No, Peter can’t be-

“FRIDAY, bring up any footage of Spiderman you can find online.”

“Yes boss.” Tony watches as a screen pops up in front of him and he sees videos of Spiderman out in the city, most recent dated from about a week ago - Peter was still in New York? What was he doing here? Shouldn’t he be in college?

Tony watched as Spiderman flung through the streets of New York, in a suit that looked different than he remembered.

“FRIDAY, are you still connected to KAREN?” He still thought the name was a little ridiculous, it didn’t even stand for anything, but Peter had been adamant about naming the system in his suit since he was the one talking to it.

“I am not connected to anything named KAREN,” his AI replied, and Tony shook his head. Something was wrong. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. He swiped off the screen and headed back to his lab, wanting some privacy. Not like there was anyone to watch what he was doing, but hey, old habits die hard. Once in the lab, he brings up a large screen as he sits down in a computer chair.

“FRIDAY, are all my encrypted files still secure?”

“Yes boss. No one has accessed any encrypted files since April 2019.” He lets out a relieved breath, that had been him, that had been right before… He shakes that off and raises his hand up to the screen where a glowing box forms around it.

“FRI, open encrypted file PPSM15,” he says, the box scanning his hand now before a light shone into his eye and over his face.

“Identity confirmed, Anthony Howard Stark.” He rolled his eyes at the much more robotic voice before FRIDAY’s much softer one came back on. But hey, he was serious about keeping the safe stuff safe, so it had to be done. “File’s loaded boss.”

“Thanks babe,” he said, swiping the file open, feeling the stress in his shoulders relax as the screen loaded with pictures. Pictures of his diagrams of the Spiderman suit, the integration of the system into the suit, pictures of Peter, of the two of them together, even one of all the Avengers in their suits that Peter had begged everyone to take. He ran a hand down his face and let out a deep sigh. “FRIDAY, do you have any information on Peter Benjamin Parker? Went to Midtown Tech, should be about 19 now. Lived with his aunt, May Parker, in Queens.” He waited for only about two minutes before the AI spoke.

“Sir, I cannot find any information on a Peter Benjamin Parker. I did find an obituary for one May Parker, dated from 6 months ago.”

“Oh no,” he muttered, fear dripping down his spine now. Not May. Poor Peter. Did he lose his aunt and go underground? Hell, Tony wouldn’t blame him. The obituary was up on his screen, and he saw a picture of May on it as he read what happened. “A tragic accident huh?” he said to himself, shaking his head. He had the very distinct feeling that no, whatever happened may have been tragic, but probably wasn’t an accident. What got him though, was that nowhere in the obituary did it say anything about Peter. Not that she had a nephew, not that he had died too.

Something was definitely wrong.

He pulled up a picture of Peter, the one that he had had in his house, the two of them, and enlarged it.

“Ok babe, I need you to search all the cameras in New York that you can access, and look for this kid. He may look a little older now than in that picture, but that shouldn’t be a problem for you.”

“You got it boss.”

…

Peter Parker was closer than Tony thought, apparently,. It was less than an hour later when FRIDAY told him she had found a match.

He watched as the security camera from the Tower - the very same one he was in right now - popped up, time-stamped for about 30 minutes ago. A figure had paused in front of it, hood over their head, but their face was titled up a bit, and Tony immediately recognized Peter. He looked a little older, of course, and a little wearier, like the light had been sucked out of his eyes as he stared at the building in longing, before he had turned away and continued on to wherever he was going.

“You got where he was heading?”

“Already on it. I’m tracking him through the red light cameras. He’s heading towards a small apartment complex in Queens.” Tony chuckled, of course he was in Queens, its what Peter knew, where he was comfortable. “Found the apartment complex.” He felt a sigh of relief leave him as the address and name of the apartment came up. Peter was alive. Living in some crappy apartment in the lower part of Queens, but alive.

Now, he just had to figure out how to get ahold of him.

“Can you find any information on him?”

“No boss. His face doesn’t seem to match any systems I have access to.” That unsettled Tony. What the hell had happened?

…

Peter fell down on his bed with a groan. It was a long day. He had been out scoping for a more permanent job. He had found some odd ones here and there, but since he technically didn’t exist, it was hard to find somewhere that would hire him without all the necessary information. He had passed Stark Tower, as he always seemed to do, a feeling of loss in his chest every time he did so. Why did he keep doing this to himself. Why why why?

Luckily for him, he had always been frugal. He knew how to budget his money for the necessities only. It sucked, but what else could he do?

A knock at his apartment door had him groaning as he dragged himself to his feet. He looked through the hole and frowned. It was Nathan, the son of the landlord and a sleezebag if he ever met one, but he was also friendly to Peter, and Peter needed a friendly face right now after being turned down for three jobs in one day.

“What do you want?” he asked as he opened the door. The man smirked and shouldered his way into the small apartment.

“Not what I want, what you want kiddo.”

“Please don’t call me that,” Peter muttered, running a hand through his hair. He was 19, almost 20. He was far from a “kiddo” now, and even after all these years, it reminded him too much of someone. “What do I want then?”

“A job. A friend of mine’s diner needs a busser. Clean tables, sweep the floor, all that crap that no one else wants to do. Can only pay you in cash until you get your documents back though.” Peter nodded and put his hands in his pockets. That was what he had been telling the people he had met. That his identity had been stolen, and he was waiting on new stuff, like a new social security card and birth certificate. He had been lucky to get an ID, even though it wasn’t exactly… legit. It was an ID at least okay? Not his proudest moment, but he had to do what he had to do.

“Is it permanent?”

“As long as you don’t suck at the job.”

…

Peter didn’t have cable, and he didn’t have any friends to really spam him with texts about stuff anymore, so he didn’t see the announcement that Tony Stark was back. He read something in the news about “Stark Industries Back In Business!” but that had just been a headline and he tried to not keep up with the news about SI if he could avoid it.

So he started his job as a busser. He got paid weekly, made barely minimum wage, but at least it was a job until he could figure out how to get the whole “social security number” thing taken care of. He cleaned tables, he swept, he mopped. Basically any menial job that no one wanted to do, he did.

He had his back turned to the door, wiping down a table, when the bell jingled. He called out the customary “welcome!” but didn’t bother turning around.

Until a high pitched voice screamed “PETER!”, causing him to jerk and turn around in shock.

To one very surprised incognito Tony Stark and a very happy Morgan Stark, who was waving at him.

…

It didn’t take much for Tony to realize that whatever happened, Peter had been erased somehow. No one seemed to know who he was talking about when he mentioned the name Peter Parker, and few who heard of Spiderman only knew him as some small-time hero. Even Happy, who remembered May Parker, didn’t know who Peter was. As far as he knew, May didn’t have any family besides her late husband Ben. He couldn’t get ahold of Strange, who was the only one he could think of with his wizard magic, that could have maybe had some idea of what was going on. So instead, he decided he just needed to talk to Peter, and hoped that Peter at least knew who he was.

Tony had tracked down where Peter was working, a small diner not too far from his apartment, and had decided the best way to approach the younger man was to do it in public, because really, what else could Tony do. He did dress as down as he could, and took Morgan with him, so it looked like just a father taking his daughter out. He was in jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, a hat pulled down over his face.

They had gone to the zoo first, and then they were going to the diner. The promise of ice cream got Morgan to agree, although she would have agreed anyway, she was so happy to have her dad back she would do anything with him. So, they went to the diner to share an ice cream with his daughter, and to maybe run into one Peter Parker.

Tony saw him as soon as they had gone in, and a rush of feelings that he thought had died with him had come rushing back. All thought went to a screeching halt though when Morgan caught sight of him too, and very much to Tony’s - and everyone else's surprise - she screamed out Peter’s name.

…

Peter’s boss had no idea what was going on, but let Peter take his break, so the three of them sat in a booth, Morgan happily eating a sundae.

“Mister… Mr. Stark?” Peter whispered, unable to believe it. But it had to be him, right? He was with Morgan, and how did Morgan remember who he was. “Morgan? You… you know who I am?” he asked, voice weak. He couldn’t believe it.

“Mhm,” she said with a very serious nod for an 8 year old. “Where’d you go?” Morgan asked innocently enough, eyes wide and confused. “You used to come by all the time, and then you went poof, gone! Mama didn’t know who you were when I asked. Neither did Uncle Happy. I thought you were gone, like daddy,” she said, looking up at Tony now, small voice sad; but then she grinned, happy again. “But now I’ve got my daddy back AND my Petey too!” She did a happy little wiggle and then went back to her ice cream.

Peter wanted to cry. He had gotten to know Morgan after Tony had died, had helped out Pepper whenever he could, and he had grown close to the little girl, both of them bonding over the loss of Tony. Peter had even told her how much he had loved her dad, and she understood as much as a little kid could.

“Peter,” Tony said once Morgan was distracted, and Tony couldn’t believe the man sitting in front of him was the same kid he had mentored and watched grow up all those years ago, and all those feelings came rushing back. He had thought he had gotten over all of this, when Peter had been gone in The Snap, but then he was back, and then Tony had died, so maybe he just didn’t have the time to get used to the feelings being back again.

But boy, were they back. Tony realized a couple things when their eyes met. Peter was alive. Peter was legal now. And Tony was single again. He ignored all of that though and shook his head.

“You’re alive,” Peter whispered, still in shock. “How… how are you alive? And you know who I am? You both do?” his voice cracked now, but he held himself from breaking down. He was still at work after all. His boss must have realized something was going on though, so he came over and patted Peter’s shoulder.

“You can go ahead and go if you need to Pete. We’re pretty slow today.” His boss, Nathan’s friend Derek, was friendly enough to Peter, knowing a down-on-their-luck person when he saw one. He didn’t know what was going on right now, didn’t know who Peter was talking to, but he could tell that whatever it was was important to the young man.

“Oh no, Derek, I can’t-”

“You can, and you will. Go home kiddo. Talk to your family.” Peter’s eyes watered at the mention of family and looked at Tony and Morgan. He nodded and thanked him before he stood up.

“L-let me get my stuff, and I’ll meet you two outside?” he said, ending in a question. Tony just smiled.

“We’ll be waiting.”

…

They drove to the penthouse, and Peter kept it together pretty well until they were actually in the penthouse, and it was just like Peter remembered it, and his eyes were watering by the time Morgan hugged him with a tired “glad you’re back Petey,” before she went to lay down, tired from the day. Once she was in her room and down for the count, Tony joined Peter back in the living room. Peter looked at him, just took him in for a minute, before he broke down, falling to his knees as he sobbed.

Tony gathered the young man in his arms, gently pulling him to his feet and moving him towards the couch, where Peter just melted against him, still sobbing. It broke Tony’s heart. What had happened in these three years to turn the amazing happy teen he knew into this heartbroken young man?

“Come on honey, talk to me, what happened?” Tony cooed, voice soft, and Peter stopped sobbing once the nickname registered with him. Honey. Tony had never called him anything like that before, but it felt so right now. He sniffled a bit and sat up, tears running down his cheeks, but no longer sobbing like he was.

“I messed up Mr. Stark. I messed up really badly.”

…

Tony listened as Peter told him everything, his heart breaking for the younger man. He had been through so much, and now he was alone.

Well, no he wasn’t, because Tony was back now.

“And, and, and I don’t know how Morgan remembers me, but she does and it’s just… it just is too much,” Peter finished, rubbing at his face furiously, hating himself for breaking down like that. But that had been six months in the making, so he wasn’t surprised he finally broke. Finding out someone remembered him, someone he cared a lot about, was just what he needed apparently.

“I don’t know how either kid, but that’s good. Morgan knows who you are. I know who you are. We can get everyone else back on board too,” Tony said, unable to stop himself from carding a hand through Peter’s disheveled curls. “I’m not going anywhere honey. Promise.” Peter sniffled and just nodded, not even stopping himself from falling against Mr. Stark’s chest, the older man’s arms around him.

“I missed you so much,” Peter said softly, and Tony hummed before he pressed a kiss to his hair. Why he did that, he didn't know, but it just felt right so why not? They had both been through so much, why not have this one thing that brought them both a smidge of happiness.

“I missed you too honey. No one knew who you were and I thought I was going crazy.” Peter chuckled a bit at that, but didn’t bother moving. He was in the arms of the man he thought he’d never see again, and he figured he could enjoy the closeness while he could.

…

Peter had fallen asleep against him, and Tony gently maneuvered himself out from under him, draping a blanket over him before he stretched. The man was in his mid forties, he got stiff easily from sitting too long these days.

He went to check on Morgan, who was awake now and watching a cartoon in her room, holding an Iron Man plushie to her chest.

“Hey Maguna, room for one more?” he asked, making her giggle as he joined her on the bed. “Alright kiddo, you gotta tell me something. How do you know Peter?” he asked as he hoisted her against his side. She giggled again and hugged the plushie a little more.

“Peter was friends with mama, after you were gone,” she said, small voice serious as her little face scrunched up. “He became my friend too. We both missed you.” She looked up at her daddy and smiled. “We both loved you too. I loved you like my daddy, but Petey loved you like mama did. But then Petey was gone too.” She reached over for a Spiderman plushie that Tony had gotten her too. “But Spiderman was on the news. So if he was okay, Petey had to be okay.” Tony was surprised at that and looked at his daughter.

“You know who Peter is?” She nodded and smiled.

“He told me and made me super duper super duper promise not to tell. But you’re daddy, so I can tell you,” she said, and he nodded.

“Yeah kiddo, you can tell me anything,” he said, holding her close as he thought about what she said. Peter was part of her life after he left, and had told her about who he was. He had gotten to know her because he had wanted to. That just warmed something in Tony that he didn’t know he had in him.

…

Peter thought that after that night, after he had joined Tony and Morgan for dinner, that he would probably never hear from the billionaire again. After all, Tony was back from the dead, didn’t he have his life to get back to?

But Peter was surprised when he was getting ready to leave work a few days later, and a car was outside waiting, windows tinted. The passenger window rolled down and he was met with the grinning face of Tony Stark.

“Need a ride honey?”

So Peter got in the car, noting that yes, it was clearly an expensive car, but it wasn’t flashy like so many Tony had before. When Peter mentioned this, Tony just snorted.

“Coming back from the dead kinda puts things in perspective,” is all he said as he drove Peter home. The two of them chatted on the drive there, catching up and just getting to know each other once again. After all, Peter had five years to catch up on, and Tony had three.

And this kept happening. Every few days, Tony would pick Peter up from work and drive him home, the two of them just talking and enjoying the presence of each other once again. Whenever Tony had Morgan with him, they would go back to the penthouse, where they’d eat dinner with Morgan before she was ready for bed, and Peter would end up sleeping in a guest room since Tony claimed “can’t be leaving Morgan here alone now can I?” which Peter thought was an excuse, but by then he was too tired to say anything and just shrugged it off.

It was nice, having Tony Stark back in his life. Mr. Stark had offered to make him a new suit again, and Peter told him no, that even though he loved the suit, loved having access to all that tech, he also knew that that wasn’t who he was anymore.

He had started over. He really was now just the friendly neighborhood Spiderman. He liked helping out the little guy, and even though it was lonely, it was what he had always wanted to be.

“You ever think about going back in the suit?” he asked one night as Tony drove him home. The older man hummed and shrugged as they pulled up to a red light.

“I don’t know,” he said honestly, shaking his head. “After coming back from the dead… I feel like maybe I’ve left Iron Man behind. I still love the thought of being Iron Man, of helping people, but maybe there’s a better way to be doing it.” Peter nodded, he understood exactly what Mr. Stark meant. “I guess I’m starting over too,” he said, shooting Peter a tired but very fond smile. Peter understood exactly how the older man was feeling and returned the smile.

…

“Who’s Peter?” Tony looked at Pepper - he was in the office today, attending a few meetings since Pepper asked him to - he died and left the company in her hands, the least he could do was attend a few meetings. He definitely hadn’t expected her to corner him in his office after lunch and ask about Peter though.

“What?” he asked, sure he must have heard her wrong. Pepper sighed and folded herself down onto the chair across from his in his office, pursing her lips at him.

“Peter. Morgan talks about him all the time. At first I thought maybe this was an imaginary friend thing, or maybe you made her her own AI, like FRIDAY. But then she said that you knew Peter too.” Tony nodded and sat back in his seat. It wasn’t that he really had anything to hide from Pepper, but the way she was talking to him made him feel uncomfortable. It had been six months since he came back, six months of him and Peter becoming friends again, of Peter back into Morgan’s life. Honestly, he was a little surprised that this conversation hadn’t happened sooner.

“Peter’s a friend of mine. From before.” Her face was suspicious as she stared at him before she let out a frustrated sigh.

“I never heard you talk about anyone named Peter. Before.” He just shrugged. “And you just let this person near our daughter? You let a stranger near our daughter?!”

“He’s not a stranger!” Tony argued before he stopped himself, running a hand down his face. “He’s a friend. He’s a good guy Pep.” Pepper sighed and rubbed at her temple, a headache building.

“I really don’t like-”

“I don’t care.” Pepper stared at Tony, her jaw dropped at him in shock. “Peter’s a good guy, Pepper. You don’t have anything to worry about. You think I’d let someone near our daughter, my daughter, after all the shit I’ve been through, without knowing exactly who they were?” Tony shook his head and now it was his turn to sigh. She was silent as she leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs and putting her hands in her lap. She finally nodded and looked him in the eyes, her own watering a bit now.

“I still love you Tony. I just want to make sure you’re making the right choices.” Tony nodded back and then gave her a wry smile.

“Don’t I always?”

…

It’s three months later, and Pepper told Tony she wanted to talk to him about something important, so she’s at the penthouse and they’re sharing a bottle of wine.

“Tony… something’s… happened,” she starts, and he stares at his ex wife with a pit growing in his stomach. “Before I make any decisions, I wanted to talk to you.”

“About?” he asked, stiffly and detached. That wall that he had worked so hard to break down in himself was back up, and he was guarding himself with whatever she had to say.

“Charles asked me to marry him.”

Tony couldn’t breathe.

“And, you know Morgan really likes him, he cares about her. And he loves me. I love him.” Tony nodded and his hand tightened on his wine glass.

“Congratulations,” he said, his voice still stiff, but he meant what he said at least. He wanted Pepper to be happy. And if she was happy with this Charles guy - who Tony still didn’t want to meet, because he just couldn’t do that yet - then he was happy for her.

“Tony-

“I think you should go,” he said, setting his glass down. “I just. I need some time Pep. But really,” he said, standing up now and holding a hand out to her to raise her to her feet as well. “Congratulations. Really. You deserve to be happy.” She was crying now as she hugged him, and he hugged her back, still stiff as she got herself together and left. Once he was alone, he collapsed back on the couch.

“FRIDAY, call Peter.”

“Calling Peter Parker.” It made something settle in Tony’s chest that his AI knew who that was now, with a face to match. Over the last few months, they had slowly been working on reintroducing Spiderman to some of the remaining Avengers, but they were far from where they had been before. Also, part of him didn’t mind keeping Peter to himself still.

“Tony? Is everything okay?”

“Hi honey, yeah everything’s fine,” he said, but his voice still sounded stiff and a little broken, and Peter must have noticed.

“No it’s not. Give me about 15 minutes and I’ll be over there.”

“No Pete, you don’t have to-”

“Shush. I’m on my way.” The younger man hung up and Tony sagged against the cushions of the couch. That’s where Peter found him about 20 minutes later as FRIDAY let him up and he walked in carrying some chinese food.

…

Peter never brought up the nicknames that Tony called him. Really, after that very first day of them being reunited, he didn’t give the nickname ‘honey’ another thought. It seemed to just come out of the older man as much as ‘Pete’, ‘Kid’ and sometimes ‘Kiddo’ did. He also kept his feelings about Mr. Stark stamped down as well. He didn’t need those popping back up now, not after all this time. Sure, the feelings never left, but they just could stay buried.

But when Mr. Stark called him, sounding so broken, Peter couldn’t help but go see him.

When Tony told him about Pepper getting remarried, he wrapped his arms around the older man and pulled him into a tight hug. Tony melted against him, and just like Tony did to him that night so many months ago, Peter pressed a kiss to the older man’s soft hair. Tony sat up from where he had been leaning against Peter’s chest so they could look at each other.

Peter moved first, tilting his head just the slightest bit so that he could press his lips against Tony’s. God, he had wanted to kiss Tony Stark for years. Even this soft kiss was enough to send his sensitive senses into overdrive, and he pulled away, eyes wide.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry,” he said, realizing what he had just done. His mentor, his friend, was upset and vulnerable and he had just kissed him. Peter couldn’t believe he had done that. He finally had Tony Stark back, and in his life, and he had gone and done something stupid like that. He would be alone again. He would lose Tony, he would lose Morgan, the two people he cared about the most in this world right now, all because he was stupid and he-

“I’m not,” Tony said, cutting off Peter’s train of thought as he cupped the younger man’s face and brought it back to his, this time initiating the kiss. Tony remembered the first time he had seen Peter’s face, that fresh-faced look of surprise to find the billionaire on his couch all those years ago. All he could think at the time was that the kid was stunning. And then it hit him, that he was a kid, he shouldn’t think that. So he told himself he wasn’t going to. He tried to keep himself away from Peter as much as he could, but Peter wormed his way into his life, an annoying gnat that Tony grew to care about. And then Peter had died in his arms, dusted by a big purple guy trying to take over the universe. Part of Tony died that day too, dusted away with Peter in the winds of Titan.

He went on with his life. He married Pepper, he had Morgan. He was as happy as he could be, pushing any feelings he might have ever had for anyone else down and locking them away, forgetting about them. Until he had been in his kitchen, and he had seen that picture, the one picture he allowed himself to keep to remind him of Peter - as if he could forget - and he thought about what the others had said, about bringing everyone back. Pepper had encouraged him, she knew he would never be able to let this go.

So, they figured out how to bring everyone back. He had gotten to hug Peter once during the battle, those feelings just barely resurfacing as he held the younger man - still a teenager, Tony can’t think this way, he can’t - before they were fighting for not only their lives, but the universe’s.

And then Tony died. He got to see Peter’s tear-stained face once more, hear his broken voice, and then he had been gone.

But he was back now, and Peter was legal, and Tony was single, and it finally seemed like everything fell into place.

All of this passed in his mind swiftly as he softly kissed Peter, feeling the younger man just begin to relax against him, his lips parting on a soft sigh before they separated. Peter’s eyes fluttered opened and he gave Tony a shy smile.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a very long time,” Tony said, hand coming up to cradle Peter’s face.

“Me too,” the younger man agreed, and Tony grinned at him as his thumb brushed his cheek.

“Does that mean I can do it again?” Peter nodded and couldn’t stifle the small laugh that escaped him as their lips touched once again.

For the first time in a long time, Peter finally felt like things were falling back into place for him, and as he felt Tony’s arms slip around his waist to pull him a little closer into the kiss, he knew there was nowhere else he wanted to be, and as long as Tony knew who he was, he would be okay.

[thefairefolk-rp]

Welcome Sen! Your application for Cillian has been accepted!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Nickname: Inky or Sen, either is fine.

Age: 18

Pronouns: they/them

Timezone: CST

Activity and Availability (Please answer in words as well as rating your availability from 1-10): 7-8/10. I usually write at night or whenever I have time during the day. I am a full-time college student, and this does somewhat cut into my time during the week—weekends are generally better for me.

Have you read the rules and FAQ? Indeed I have.

IC INFORMATION:

Desired Character: Cillian O'Keefe

Second Choice Character: Kasha Greywolf

What made you choose this character?: Initially, I picked him because of his FC and species. Once I read his biography, however, I fell in love with the character. I also feel a bit of a special connection to him, being a musician myself.

Are there any changes you would like to make?: None from the already included content. If possible, perhaps panromantic?

Questions/Comments: I am kind of new to RPing on Tumblr, although I've been RPing on other platforms since I was young. I'm still not 100% confident with many of the common abbrevations/terminology used here, but I'm learning quickly. I am uncomfortable writing NSFW/explicit sexual content, but perfectly fine with violence/gore/dark themes/etc. (I am not opposed to romantic interactions, simply not comfortable with sexual content.) I know I haven't included much about Kasha on this audition, so if needed, I am willing to submit a second application for her if chosen for her. Very much enjoying the lore for this RP, and honestly, even if I am not accepted, I will be doing a deep-dive into this page all weekend. I'm having a lot of fun back-reading about Avaleen.

Writing Sample (Must be 300 words or more, third person limited, in the character you’re auditioning for’s point of view): Not necessarily a required direction for the character; I simply thought this was an interesting scene. While I was reading his backstory section on the bio, this was what I was seeing in my head.

“And this spell will lure the people that I need to me?” His voice was soft but skeptical as he looked at the talisman, its small wooden surface barely illuminated by the light of the nearby fire.

“Absolutely, young sir.” The merchant seemed almost giddy in their response, nodding up and down so quickly that Cillian was afraid their head might fall right off of their shoulders.

He bit his lip, turning the talisman over in his hands. “Intriguing.” He paused, shaking a lock of hair out of his face. “And what payment will you require?” Heaven knew it wouldn’t be free.

Immediately, the merchant soured, casting a nervous glance at the door. Cillian looked between it and the short fae before sighing and standing up, crossing the room to shut the door; the outside din of conversations and dining now muffled as he returned to the fireside. “This talisman will require no monetary payment, sir,” the merchant said quietly, rubbing their hands together.

“Then what will it require?” Cillian was immediately suspicious, narrowing his eyes as he curled the beads of the talisman around his fingers.

The merchant took a deep breath. “A few drops of blood.” Cillian’s eyes widened. Blood magic. That wasn’t quite what he had been expecting from this meeting. “Please, sir, hear me out,” they began nervously, putting their hands out in a placating matter, but Cillian waved them off.

“No need. As long as this will do as you say it will, I see no reason for me not to comply.” He nodded, placing the talisman back in the merchant’s hand. “When do you need to meet?”

The fae blinked, seemingly surprised that he hadn’t…well, Cillian wasn’t quite sure. Turned them in? Exploded in rage? Tried to convince them that there were other ways?

He wasn’t a fool. He was willing to do whatever it took to find Ciere, no matter the consequence. His family had done too much for him not to pay them back now. If this was the only way left, then he would do it.

His own words rang in his head as he took a deep breath. Whatever it takes. He would follow this path to the end.