nessaworldstuff said: Hi :) i wanted to know if your accepting requests? If yes could u do a scenario where V from Bts has to pretend to be y/n’s boyfriend. And it’s like fluffy, cute and flirty :D the other members can be in it as well ^^ Lots of love❤️ and keep doing the awesome work of yours 💕✨
Kim Taehyung x reader
Summary: A creepy guy won’t leave you alone, so you pretend a stranger is your boyfriend. You end up picking the right stranger.
warning - creepy guy/unwanted flirting, rude language
sorry I made it a bit angsty, also this request was like 40 years ago IM SO SORRY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE
I hurriedly opened the door of the café, smiling at the warmth and hot smell of coffee that hit me. It was freezing outside, and I welcomed the temperature, rubbing my hands together and blowing out as I joined the queue. I had spotted this cute-looking shop on my way home from work, and couldn’t resist coming in for a coffee I desperately needed, and to find brief refuge from the biting cold.
My eyes were scanning the menu above my head when I felt an arm snake around my shoulders. I jumped and instinctively moved away, turning to see a complete stranger. Laughing awkwardly, I waited for him to apologise or tell me he thought I was someone else, but he didn’t. He simply smiled at me and leaned against the counter, scanning me up and down.
“Hey.” He smirked, and I instantly knew I didn’t want to be anywhere near this guy, but humoured him with a small smile and a nod of my head.
“I’m Mark, what’s your name?” He asked after a minute of me keeping my eyes on anything but him. I shook my head, my gaze still trained on the menu.
“Why do you need to know?” I couldn’t help the slight sharp tone that my voice took on, irritated by his presence. I had definitely made it clear I wasn’t interested in conversation. I watched as he raised his eyebrows, smiling wider.
“Because I think you’re beautiful.” I wanted to be sick. It was obvious his intentions weren’t good, and I knew with guys like this it was better to ignore them.
“Sorry,” I gave him an apologetic smile, “I’m not interested.” I turned my body fully away from him, fiddling with my fingers anxiously as I felt his gaze drill into the back of my head. My stomach lurched as I felt him move up behind me, the warmth of his body against my back as his hand came to my waist. I harshly pushed him off, shakily breathing out and stepping forward, ignoring him.
I looked pleadingly at the queue, praying for people to hurry up. I didn’t want to make a scene. My hands were shaking and I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt him move up to me again, not touching me but standing as close as he could.
“Come on, don’t be a prude.” He whispered in my ear, and I felt rage bubble up my throat. I pushed it down, knowing all too well that if I got angry, it would only make things worse. He stayed behind me as I ordered, not too close but not far enough.
“At least give me your number.” He said, coming to lean in front of me, his eyes glinting. I bit my lip, shaking my head and looking away, ignoring him again. I kept my eyes on the barista and what she was doing, praying that the coffee she was currently mixing was mine.
“Here’s mine.” I looked back at Mark to see him holding out a napkin with his number written on it sloppily. I bent away from his hand as he tried to reach out and put it in my hand, not hiding the disgust on my face.
“I said I wasn’t interested.” I retorted, losing my patience and clenching my fists, begging for my drink to just be made. I watched his expression darken and he stood up straight, crumpling the napkin in his hand.
“Stop playing so hard to ge-“
“I have a boyfriend, okay?” I snapped at him. It was the only thing I could think of to get him away from me.
“Oh, sure.” He laughed, and desperation filled me. I would have done anything at that point, just to get him to leave me alone.
“I do. He’s waiting for me over there.” I gestured vaguely to the other side of the shop filled with tables, anxiety cramping in my stomach. I watched as his head whipped around, his eyes squinting to see who I was talking about. Every movement he made me feel sick with fear, my hands still trembling from the entire interaction.
“Prove it.” He said, his face dark. I was about to lose it, breathing out shakily and clenching my fists. I bit back every retort I had about how I didn’t have to prove it to him, and how he should just back off, and desperately scanned the people sitting down.
I chose the first guy I saw who was around my age, and sitting alone. His dark fringe covered his forehead and I couldn’t see his face well, but it was too late to change my mind; Mark would know I was lying. I just wanted to get him away from me, so I grabbed my coffee when it was called and began confidently walking towards the window.
What the hell are you doing? I asked myself as I made my way to the table as calmly as I could, the coffee shaking in my hand. I took a deep breath, here goes.
“Hey babe, cappuccino, right?” I said without thinking, sitting down opposite the young guy I had seen, typing on his laptop. He looked up and froze, his fingers hovering over the keys. I panicked. My anxiety levels soared as I felt the presence of Mark close to my right, looming over the table.
His eyes flickered between me and Mark. I prayed with every fibre of my body that he would go along with it, trying to plead with him through my eyes.
There was a heart-stopping moment of silence, and it was almost too late, he’ll see through my lie, he’ll be so angry, I don’t know what he’ll do oh my god.
“Um… yeah, thanks babe.” I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding, my eyes wide and trained on the guy in front of me who seemed to have put it together and smiled warmly at me, taking the coffee.
He met my eyes briefly, before turning back to the Mark, still standing beside me, and frowning.
“Is this guy bothering you?” He seemed to sit up taller, fixing a stern gaze on him. Mark looked between the two of us angrily, seeming like he was about to say something, but when I nodded quickly, he backed down.
“Slut.” He muttered, huffing and turning around, walking briskly back to the counter to get his coffee. I let out a heavy breath, closing my eyes and trying to calm my racing heart.
“Fucking prick.” I opened my eyes to see the guy sitting opposite me glaring after him, before turning to me with a concerned frown. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, oh my god, thank you so much, thank you for helping me, I just…” I stuttered out, shaking my head and watching the guy take his coffee and throw me one angry glance before leaving. “He wouldn’t leave me alone. Thank you.”
He nodded, still frowning. “It’s okay. I can’t stand guys like him.”
I sat for a moment, feeling myself relax as I took deep breaths. Then I suddenly remembered that I had just barged in on this guy whilst he was trying to work, and jumped.
“Right, sorry, I’ll go now. Thanks again.” I threw him a quick smile, which he returned friendlily.
But I quickly froze, halfway out of my seat, when I noticed a figure standing outside. Mark was leaning against the wall by the door, his eyes fixed on me through the glass. I felt like crying. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? My stomach lurched and I remained frozen, terrified to move anywhere near him.
“Sit back down.” I heard a voice say lowly, and turned to see the guy sitting at the table with his eyes also trained on Mark. “You can stay here for a while.” I quickly sat, gratitude filling me for this stranger.
“Thank you so much.” I whispered again, and he gave me a small smile, nodding reassuringly. He slid back the coffee I had handed him and I took slow sips, trying to calm down as he continued doing whatever he was on his laptop. But I grew anxious again, trying not to look at the door as I knew Mark was still standing there. I needed a distraction.
“What’s your name?” I asked suddenly. His eyes flickered up, his mouth twitching.
“My knight in shining armour.” I grinned weakly at him. “I’m Y/N.”
He seemed to see straight through me, suddenly taking my hand that was resting on the table.
“Y/N,” He said sincerely, looking me in the eye. “I won’t let him near you.”
I bit my lip, nodding, and hoping I could express through my eyes again how grateful I was. His words reassured me beyond belief. I could tell that he was nothing like Mark. Taehyung seemed to be surrounded by an atmosphere of warmth and comfort that quickly calmed me down, and I was sure he was anything but bad.
He let go of my hand with another quick smile, leaning back in his chair and stretching, and I found myself wanting to continue talking to him.
“What are you working on?”
His eyes lit up immediately, spinning his laptop around. It was open on some sort of editing software. He began flicking through some photos on it, smiling at the screen.
“I’m a photography major.” He told me, and I gasped at some of the pictures he was showing me. They were beautiful. Tranquil landscapes and colourful portraits of people and places.
“Taehyung, these are amazing.” I whispered, my eyes fixed on the photos. I moved my gaze from them to his face briefly to see his cheeks spread into a vibrant smile.
After I had been through every single one of his photos, marvelling at the framing and colouring that seemed so professional, he showed me what he was currently working on, and how complicated the software he had to use was. It was obvious that he was absolutely in love with photography, and warmth spread in my chest at seeing him talk so passionately about it. I glanced up to check the door, and felt relief wash over me as I saw that Mark was nowhere to be seen. We kept talking, about our colleges and the subjects we were studying, and my job, and everything seemed to flow so easily with him.
“Hey, Tae, sorry I’m… oh.” A voice came from behind me. I paused what I was saying saw Taehyung’s face light up as he looked over my shoulder. A tall boy approached the table, looking confused but still smiling.
“Joon!” Tae exclaimed as the boy came to stand beside our table. “This is Y/N, she came and sat here and pretended to be my girlfriend so some creep would leave her alone. Y/N, this is Namjoon, he’s who I was supposed to be meeting.”
I stood up, greeting Namjoon and waving away the sympathetic smile he threw me upon hearing about Mark. I didn’t care anymore. He was gone, and Taehyung had somehow manged to completely lift my mood.
“I’d better be going.” I said, moving so Namjoon could take my place opposite Tae. “Thank you again, so much, Taehyung.” I said. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t helped me.” He stood up, smiling and nodding.
“Of course. Of course I helped you.” I watched while he leant over the table and began scribbling something down. A sense of Déjà vu washed over me as he handed me a napkin with his number on it, but this time instead of feeling intimidated and scared, and moving away like I had with Mark, a warm smile spread across my face and I happily accepted it.
“And Y/N.” Tae’s smile dropped suddenly and he took my arm, looking me straight in the eye. “If that guy bothers you, or you see him around, call me. Promise me you will!” He looked at me with wide eyes.
I felt warmth spread throughout my body, and I couldn’t help but to lean forward and kiss his cheek. I pulled back and laughed as his eyes grew even wider and he held his hand up to his face, beginning to smile shyly.
I never saw Mark again. But, of course, I called Taehyung anyway.
It is disheartening to say the least, when someone like Mark approaches you, and treats you as if you are nothing more than an object, like you only exist for their enjoyment. But it’s the people like Taehyung, and Namjoon, and almost everyone I was introduced to through him, that remind you that not everyone is bad; that some people are so, so good.
There is so much pain in his eyes when he talks about thinking about saving the baby. I wonder what it must feel like to have saved her, protected her, and have her grow to despise him like he was any other Revenant.
Hi! New around here... May I ask what do you like about Madancy? Mads sure seems to fancy Mr. Dancy, Hugh.. not so much )=
My dear sweet baby fannibal, I need to stop you right there.
Since you say you’re new, I’ll help you out.
“Well, it came about because one of the things that was very important was that Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter have a likeability, not only on screen but with each other. The fact that Hugh Dancy and Mads Mikkelsen are very good friends in real life cinched the deal, in my mind. That was important because I knew it was going to translate to screen. We wanted the audience to like these two men liking each other.” — Bryan Fuller on how he ended up casting Mads Mikkelsen (x)
“Hugh Dancy was the first actor cast and that made the project all that more appetizing for Mads Mikkelsen, who knew Hugh and worked with him in the past and rightfully adored him.— Bryan Fuller (x)”
“Me and Hugh (Dancy) were two of the knights (in King Arthur). So we were sitting for half a year on horseback and we became friends way back then. It’s just been a gift. We’re doing a show like this where you’re working so close together. It’s nice to be comfortable with each other, and that was just a gift that it turned out to be me and Hugh”— Mads Mikkelsen
“Mads is a remarkable combination of things. He’s more than capable of fighting for what he wants. He’s amazing.”— Hugh Dancy
“Well obviously what I’m going to miss is just sitting down in a chair and having chit-chats with Hugh Dancy.” — Mads Mikkelsen on Hannibal S3 (x)
“It’s great. The very first time we sat down, talked about the show, Mads came up at the conversation. I worked with Mads nine years ago now on ‘King Arthur’. Completely different. Could not be more different. But during that period I got to know him and really like him. As a man as an actor. And had followed his career ever since then. I knew it was going to be great. That relationship is so complicated and interesting. It has to be believable. That’s one of the highlights of the show for me.” — Hugh Dancy
“So, spending that much time with a fellow actor, as I knew I would do with Hugh, it was just a fantastic gift that we knew each other. We are not only in the room, but to a degree, we have to be emotionally naked in certain situations.” — Mads Mikkelsen spoke about friendship with Hugh and cast (x)
He’s worked with the actor Hugh Dancy previously and agrees that such a genuine friendship lends something special to their on screen relationship. “It was a great gift for both of us, that we were able to spend some much time together on the show. We were kind of in a boat of insecurity from the beginning, but it was nice to have a friend there, if you go down or you stay up. To be able to be comfortable with someone in a room, day in, day out of filming, 12 hours a day, was an extreme gift for both of us. We found a way of working together really fast. Hopefully I’ll get to spend time with him during the third season as well, but if not I’ll just have to go drink some beers with him!” — Mads Mikkelsen (x)
“I would say an actor like Mads, but there aren’t any, there’s just Mads.” — Hugh Dancy during the SAG Foundation interview (x).
“Collaboration with Mads, who I love, who’s a wonderful actor and incredible partner in that respect “ — Hugh Dancy on what the show means to him
Hugh has become one of my very, very, very good friends. We knew each other from before, but it’s been so intense to spend three seasons together. I was there when he had his first little baby. It’s been a fantastic journey. We were just very, very lucky that we ended up with each other. Imagine if we had ended up with someone we didn’t like.” — Mads Mikkelsen (post)
Mads Mikkelsen and Hugh Dancy are friends. I’m not sure where you got the impression that they aren’t or that one dislikes the other.
Mads likes Hugh.
Hugh likes Mads.
And their amazing chemistry and friendship (and various aesthetic reasons) is why I ship the fleet of ships that belong to Hugh and Mads and their characters.
So, after all of this, if you’re interested in some more Mads and Hugh liking each other and goofing around together goodies, check out my tag ‘danish crumpet’.
Kim Taehyung Smut! Dom Tae! Sub Reader! Werewolf AU! Smutty smut smut.
Your boyfriend had always managed to be in control of his werewolf senses in order to keep you safe and his hyungs unhurt. But what happens when his uncontrollable heat occurs right after his comeback performance and you jut so happen to be wearing his favorite dress? ;)
You watched your boyfriend strongly perform his comeback for “Not Today”, obviously proud and a little turned on by your boyfriends powerful moves. He seemed to be having the time of his life till you noticed something wasn’t quite right.
Out of the corner of your eye you could see him make a few gestures, inferring that he was in some sort of pain. You continued to watch him carefully, and that’s when you noticed it. His eyes were turning from his usually sweet brown to bright yellow.
“Shit”, you mumbled. Walking over to the side of the stage to see the boys finish up their performance.
“Come on baby , your almost done, finish strong then run off, you can do it, control it”, you pleaded as you desperately tried getting one of the boys attention.
“Chong, jujun,Balsa”, the song finally ended as you made eye contact with namjoon, him reacting to your worried expression.
You then mouthed “ his heat” vigorously pointing to tae. Namjoon then looked at tae, tae panting heavily, gripping onto namjoons jacket for dear life.
“Hyung, I need to get out of here”, Tae growled, panic spreading through Namjoon’s body.
Namjoon then looked at you sending you a slight nod, meaning they were ready to abort mission. You then ran off to the van, they used for tae if this sort of thing were to possibly occur. Waiting for your lover to arrive you grabbed the chains that were secured in the van.
The door swung open as tae crawled inside, Namjoon giving you a worried look, you nodding as if saying “ I got this”, him closing the door. A groan escaping tae’s lips as you locked the doors and told the driver to step on the gas.
You quickly grabbed his wrists to wrap the chains around him, only to be tackled down onto the seat, a yelp escaping your lips.
“Tae, baby”, You whispered in fear. He didn’t say anything,as he dipped his face into the side of your neck. You grabbed onto his shoulders tightly. “Control it “, you said, unsure of what was to happen next.
“(Y/N)”, he growled, as his fingers ghosted down your body frame.” This is my favorite dress of yours”, he said before yanking it up above your waist, exposing your black laced thong.
You yelped at his sudden action, pushing at his shoulder’s. “Baby you need to…”, you stopped as he interrupted you.
“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down”, he growled, now completely ripping your dress apart. Your eyes widened at his strength, this was the first time you’ve experienced his heat away from home. This was dangerous; no chains, no face mask, and no basement separating the two of you.
No matter how dangerous this situation was, the way he was being with you turned you on. He was always so sweet with you whenever you two had sex, while he was always dominant, he was never this rough with you, and it turned you on , so much.
“You like this don’t you kitten?” he growled deeply, “you like how rough i’m being, I can smell how wet your getting”, he said as he roughly grinned his pelvis into yours, earning a moan from you.
“And don’t call me baby, i’m daddy tonight”, he said before ripping off his clothes, connecting his lips roughly to your neck.
“Baby”, you moaned. Completely ignoring his request. He grunted flipping you over, smacking your ass roughly, earning another yelp from you.
“What was that kitten? I don’t believe that’s what I said you can call me tonight”. he growled smacking your ass again, you gasping; his actions turning you on even more.
“Daddy, i’m sorry daddy, i’ll be a good kitten”, you moaned. His spanking making you wetter by the minute. He gripped your hair roughly, turning you around, still on your hands and knees. His dick was now right in front of your face, throbbing harder than you’ve ever seen it before. You licked your lips at the sight, squeezing you thighs together to release the aching.
He looked down at you, “such a cock slut”, he barked. “Open that mouth so I can fuck those pretty lips of yours” he ordered, pressing his cock against your mouth.
The second you parted your lips, he forced himself into you mouth, fully pushing himself in, making you choke around his thick length. Your hands rested on his thighs as you looked up at him with teary eyes. He groaned/howled at the feeling of your throat clenching around his cock, turning you on more than you already were.
“That’s right kitten let me fuck those lips of yours, such a good cock slut”, he growled as he started pounding into your mouth.
You had a feeling that this was going to be his way of releasing his heat tension so you let me fuck your mouth. Not only did his barbaric actions turn you on, but his harsh words did as well. You were definitely a cock slut for him and you loved the way he looked when he got off too you.
After a few minutes of him brutally fucking your mouth he pulled out, you whining at the sudden loss of contact.
He sat back in his seat, looking you in the eyes,” come here and ride daddy, kitten”, he said his canines, looking smaller than they did when he first got into the car.
You applauded yourself, the sex was working, and you sure as hell weren’t complaining.
You positioned yourself above his cock, slowly sliding down his shaft; moans leaving both of your mouths, filling up the car as much as his cock was filling you up.
You started moving a reasonable pace, to get use to his size, earning moans from your lover. His hands moved to you hips, pushing you down onto his cock. “Faster”, he moaned, you quickening your speed. “Faster” he repeated, your hips now moving faster to fit his needs.
“I said faster goddammit”, he yelled as he started pounding into you himself. You holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he thrusted into you with such force that would have send you flying into the ceiling of the car.
“Fuuuuuccccckkkk”, you moaned/yelled, your walls clenching around his cock. “Daddy i’m gonna cum”, you whined loudly, throwing your head back.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum until i say you can”, he barked, pounding into you in an inhumanly speed, chasing his own high.
After a minute of you holding back your orgasm he finally approached his.
“Now”, he barked. The two of you screaming out each others pet names as you both came harder onto/into each other than ever before. You both clung onto each other, coming down from your highs. You looked into his eyes, his eyes now returning to his lovely shade of brown as you smiled at him, giving him a light kiss on his lips.
“Baby… i’m sorry if I was too rough”, he said with a guilty tone in his voice, scared that he might have harmed you.
You giggled, a confused expression appearing on his face.
“Please be that rough more often daddy”, you purred into his ear. Him blushing and holding you closer as the car came to a stop.
“Oh my god … we were fucking in the back of a van”, you said, embarrassed that the driver would judge you highly.
“Okay kids, here’s your stop.” the driver said as he looked back at the two of you quickly covering yourselves.
“And just some advice honey”, the driver said looking at you. “Take a long shower, your sure going to feel that in the morning”. He said with a slight smile, you covering your face in embarrassment. Your boyfriend laughing at the situation.
“And you”, he said to Tae as he stepped out of the car. “You better treat her like a queen after the damage you did to her walking schedule”. Tae only laughed as he pulled you close.
“I sure will”. he said closing the door, leaving butterfly kisses on your cheek.
“ My queen”, he mumbled onto your cheek, causing you to giggle.
Fuck the distance, fuck not being in your arms, fuck the intangible reality, fuck the way we are forced to be separated, fuck it all, I’m done trying to fucking pretend that it’s okay when it’s tearing me apart. I need you. I fucking need you, and I can’t think straight when you’re not here, or when you’re gone, I’m never at peace with myself and I won’t ever fucking be until my arms are wrapped around you and my lips are on yours. I can’t fucking be here anymore without you, I can’t fucking take it. I can’t fucking pretend that the distance doesn’t hurt when it’s the only thing that’s stopping us. I fucking need you baby, and I need to see you fucking soon.
Bts reaction to them taking care of their ill girlfriend
Hiyaaaaa could I request a bts reaction to their gf suffering bad period cramps and wanting to lie in their lap all day 💕 thank you so so much
Hi! I don’t think this has already been asked but I’d like to request “BTS reaction finding out you’ve been sick for days without them knowing and couldn’t take proper care of yourself” Probably fluff suits it but I’m fine with whatever comes to your mind for this :D (I went through your blog last night and omg totally worth it ^ヮ^)
Could u do a BTS reaction to reader being on her period and feeling lazy and wanting cuddles? Lots of fluff! I love your blog❤❤
A/N: Guys, I’m combining those since they are pretty similar.
He’ll be concerned af. Although he couldn’t take proper care for you for the first few days, now he was home and he was running from one place to another, trying to bring everything you need, or he thought you need. At one second you just smiled and said “Baby, stop running around and let me cuddle you. That’s all I want.”
Yoongi had several sessions in the studio before he found out that you wasn’t in your piano classes, but home trying to keep sanity form pain. Only then he ran like his life depends on it and when he arrive home, he snuggled you in his arms and gently stroke your tummy in hopes of the pain to disappear.
Junnie will be adorable. He knew your tummy hurts and that you couldn’t sleep because of it, so when you finally fell asleep at 11pm in the night, he decided to do something helpful before he held you in his arms. He did all your assignments that were due to this week and called your professor to let him now you won’t attend for the rest of the week,
Hobi tried literally everything to bring your mood up on the phone until he comes home. You were whining that all you wanted was to lie in his lap and eat chocolate that was non-existing in your apartment. Hobi told you that both he and the chocolate are only five minutes away. Also he promised you’ll lie in his lap as long as you want.
Jiminie was worried for you. He was pulling the puppy expression and was stroking your tummy and then kiss you over and over again reassuring you that everything will be alright. At one point you just laughed at his unusual adorableness. “Oppa, I have my period, I’m not pregnant.”
Tae will put good old school anime and lots of chocolate and hug you, before you two fell asleep. Until your cramps hit and you started meowing like a little kitten. Tae woke up instantly and started whispering sweet nothings in your ear trying to make you feel less pain. But instead of that, you got horny, but period didn’t support sex.
Kokie will also run everywhere doing whatever you want, where ever you wanted to gom he will assist you. As if you were ill. Your stomach just hurted shit badly, but Kookie thought the world was ending, so he helped, however he could. Of course, actually all you wanted from him was to cuddle you, but whatever. At the end of the day, he did that too.
My ask box is opened not for requests, but for smutty confessions. Guys, I love reading those confessions. Some of you are kinky…like me. So, send more in. You can come to me with all your sins. Share them, I’ll listen. Mommy will listen.
“Hurry up Y/N!” Your best friend, Taeyong yelled as he sat on the couch, soda in hand. You were at his house to watch the latest soccer match. You rolled your eyes as the sound of the microwave beep interrupted your groan. You grabbed the popcorn and walked over to him, placing it next to his hand as you sat next to it.
“Do I get a thank you?” “Depends.” “On what?” “How good the popcorn is.”
You laughed and playfully hit his shoulder as he threw a popcorn into his mouth, smirking as he caught it. “He shoots, he scores!”, you yelled as he smirked and chuckled while you clapped. “You’re adorable.”, he murmured, looking into your eyes as yours met his.