𝒜𝓊𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝐼𝓃 𝒩𝒶𝓋𝓎

heavy sugar || (M)

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The Roaring Twenties were a time of great economic wealth and social change. But beneath the jazz music and colorful speakeasies were mafia led organized crimes and bloodstained cash. You knew this well, but try as you might, you just couldn’t ignore the dark and enigmatic gangster whose eyes lingered on you from across the room.

pairing: gangster!yoongi x flapper!reader

word count: 8k

genre: 1920s au, smut, mafia au

warnings: unprotected rough sex, face fucking, power play, choking, alcohol, guns, and death

A/N: Part of my time period series. This takes place in 1920s Chicago! Thank you @introseesaw for letting me use her likeness!

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“Would ya lighten up, sourpuss? The boss said he’d be back in a jiffy.” The familiar voice of your friend, Doyeon, called to you.

You let out a sigh as she bumped her hip into yours, causing you to pull your eyes away from where your boss had disappeared to.

You pouted, “That was ten minutes ago.”

When you overheard your boss talking about some cops causing trouble out front, you couldn’t help but be on edge. With the 18th amendment now in place, establishments such as the very one you worked in had been pushed underground, trying to work around the ban on alcohol.

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if i could tell you

synopsis. you sometimes wonder why out of all people, your best friend with such charming looks and personality has been single all his life: why no one ever tries to go for him or why he never seems to be interested in any romantic relationships — it’s strange. but never has it occurred to you that maybe why ushijima isn’t so keen with dating others is only because he already has his hindsights on someone. and that someone? hint, hint. it’s you. 

pairing. ushijima wakatoshi x female reader word count. 10.1k genre. childhood friends to lovers au, slow burn, fluff, a liddol bit of angst, jock x cheerleader trope, college au, hopeless pining authors note. as you can see, the reason why i haven’t been publicly simping over ushijima for the past few weeks is because ive been doing it here in this fic. pretty self indulgent i should say, anyways ill keep this note short and further explain my thoughts in the end notes. enjoy!

There are certain moments in life that Ushijima sentiments among all others, either it be the smallest actions he can’t help but to remember or the ones that made him grow to be the person he is now, a common factor they all have revolving around you. No matter the circumstance, either it be from the simplicity or extravagance of actions, it’s a feeling he still struggles to get accustomed to. To him, loving you is placing his entire heart in your bare hands, trusting you that you won’t break it and waiting for the exact moment you’ll realize it’s a gift worth treasuring. 

He’s pretty sure he felt such emotions for you because he loved you platonically. After all, a person like you who wears her heart on her sleeve, willing to give it to anybody, it’s no doubt people will harbor a soft spot for you. Just like Ushijima, other people find comfort from your acts of kindness, something they no doubt can cause a smile in their day. 

But much to his dismay, Ushijima felt something more. It’s the carefree, lovely demeanor that keeps him up his toes and a particular feeling well up his chest. Those feelings ended up blooming faster than his mind could catch up to and now he’s terrified.

He’s terrified of the fact that he might be in love with you.

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the special one

requested: yes

group: mamamoo

pairing: moonbyul x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst

contents: vampire!moonbyul, bartender!reader

warnings: blood, weapons, vampires

synopsis: Moonbyul was always used to getting her way. So encountering an entire bar warned against her powers, and led by a surprisingly feisty human, wasn’t exactly on her bucket list.

a/n: lowkey wanted to wait for byul’s birthday to post this but i couldn’t wait :D enjoy!!

word count: 3.3k

As soon as she stepped into the bar, Byulyi could smell the thing she had been craving for the past month. Well, two things: blood, and some good alcohol.

She paid no mind to the hands grabbing at her as she slid through the crowd, skillfully evading being pulled into a dance circle by a group of admittedly pretty girls. Sure, they were easy targets for feeding, but there needed to be some alcohol in her system before she dealt with horny foreigners.

“A bottle of your finest soju, please.”

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Dionysus represents much more than the God of Madness and Frenzy; he embodies the essence of mental health. Dedicating time and effort to healing your mind can be seen as an act of devotion to Dionysus. This is why advocating for, discussing, and learning about mental illness and your experiences can be so beneficial.

He is more than just the God of Wine; he also embodies sobriety and restraint. He teaches us moderation, guiding us not to overindulge in what our bodies cannot handle. Choosing to abstain from alcohol or maintaining sobriety can be a profound act of devotion as well.

Excessive consumption, whether it's alcohol, negative thoughts, or anything else, can be harmful. Dionysus serves as a reminder that healing from such excesses is possible.

While he embodies the spirit of fun, enjoyment, and hedonism, I don't believe he would want you to indulge for the wrong reasons. Whenever I felt too serious or caught in a downward spiral, he would remind me that it's okay to let loose, but also to stay attuned to my feelings. I don't think he would shun you if you're not having too much fun. If you're not feeling okay, then you're not feeling okay. There's nothing wrong with that.

If anything, Dionysus seems like the ultimate god of self-care. Taking your medication, staying hydrated or drinking other beverages (I personally find that hot chocolate boosts my mood), spending time with friends, or even enjoying a solitary walk in nature—all these activities can feel like acts of devotion. He is love and full of love. A god of duality and balance.

He can embody the warmth of summer and the freshness of spring, just as he can evoke the chill of winter. He's complex and multifaceted. He is a god of rebirth, death and immortality. He to me, resembles a phoenix. He means so much to me and my practice. My heart has so much room for him. He has shown me that regardless what I've experience, it is possible to change and heal. His own love feels poetic.

If It’s Lovin’ That You Want

“…to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.”

Parings: Mafia Boss!Kim Namjoon x Wife!Reader

Genre: Arranged Marriage AU, Slight Mafia AU, Strangers 2 Lovers, Age-Gap(everyone’s legal),  Angst, Smut, A sprinkle of Fluff, Oneshot

Ratings: NSFW, Mature, R, 18+

Word Count: 10K

Summary: He’s dangerous (so they say), but he’ll give you anything you want. Even the things that money can’t buy. You just have to ask for it.

Warnings: Mature, Mafia related and dark themes, a little violence(she slaps him once), Insecurities, Cursing, Explicit Sex, Unprotected Sex, Very light Dom/Sub/Switch Themes(like probably none at all but just to be safe), Impreg Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Praise Kink, A little spanking, Oral Sex ( M. & F. Receiving), Thigh Riding, Slight hair Pulling, Squirting, Light Choking, Creampie, Throat fucking, Biting/Marking, Nipple/Breast Play, Knife Play(consent is given and he just pops a button on her shirt with it), Body Worshipping, Some Blood, Mentions violent acts, Fingering, Vanilla Sex(wow Dee), Crying. This is a slightly darker fic. Please proceed with caution.

A/N: Well here it is. This is just something I needed to do. Sorry, if you don’t like it. I apologize for any errors

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𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛.

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : months after ghosting your sugar daddy, lee know, he gives you a call. you answer. 

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: lee know x fem!reader

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 12.3k

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut, fluff, and angst || sugar daddy!au 

𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠:  reunion sex, soft dom!minho, (a lot of) teasing and sexual tension, edging, oral (female and male receiving), dirty talk, choking, praising, grinding, marking, hair pulling, (some) spanking, unprotected sex (always remember to stay safe!!!), creampie

a/n: oml ! i didn’t think it’ll be this long, but here we are! i tried to make the plot as coherent as possible. oh and, oh my god! this is my first time writing a blowjob scene heheh the whole fic is inspired by bruno mars’s new song of the same title! 

feedback is most definitely welcome!! i hope you enjoy, dear reader!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷masterlist 

based on this request and @/lilixeu’s request (sorry this took so long!)

taglist: @lilixeu @moonlit-lixie @meow-minho @etherealeeknow @iwanttobangchan @bobateastay @kpopssuregi @twnklbb @cuokka @bxngchxn @jisungsplatforms​

please don’t interact with this post if you are under the age of 18! 

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missing this barrel rat right now

YOU SUCK AT GAMING

— You’re a YouTuber known for your chaotic yet wholesome content and Shinsou is a gamer who keeps getting accused of being an eboy. One day you upload a video trying your hand at gaming and Shinsou tweets out about how much you suck.

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x fem!reader

genre: youtube au, crack, humor, fluff

status: ongoing

updates: mon and fri 8/9pm pacific time

asks: 👾 | memes: 🤡 

warnings: mentions of alcohol and weed, sexual references/humor, toxic past relationships!! (mainly crack/fluff, but contains mature themes and suggestive content; 16+!)  

a/n: eboy!gamer!shinsou is finally here and I’M SO HYPED AHHHH,, beware: this social media au contains dumb gaming references, an overuse of memes and emojis, and big crackhead energy. i really hope y’all enjoy!! xx sof

introductions

🎮 part one - so i’m a gamer now…

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Hot for Teacher (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: After being private about your relationship, your professor boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston, introduces you to his students.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Some thirsty comments and cursing, but no smut. Established relationship and lots of fluffy moments. Grammar and spelling mistakes that slipped past me. Reader not being a student and being an Adult Adult (tm). A big fancy ball because I decided not some hum drum party was gonna do. (I'm the writer, I can do what I want). I rip off YouTube comments and Ana Huang and stuff I see on Tiktok and Instagram.

A/N: For @holdmytesseract's request! I am sorry this took a while due to stuff happening, but here it is!!!

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

Taglist: @asgards-princess-of-mischief @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @fandxmslxt69 @skittslackoffilter @mischief2sarawr

You always visited the campus coffee shop on Mondays at 10 am to overhear students being thirsty for your boyfriend. You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at their comments. They were leaving their English Literature Survey class. Only they weren’t discussing books.  

“Sooo nice of him to lower the word count for the essay, he knows it’s a lot.”

“Holy crap, did you see how tight his shirt was today? I could practically see his titties.”

“He needs to quote Shakespeare again. I think I’m developing a kink.”

“If I caught my girl in bed with Professor Hiddleston, I’d tuck him in.”

“If I was at the club and Professor Hiddleston was hitting on my girl, I’d start to cry…because he didn’t choose me.”

“I’m a hardcore lesbian, but Professor Hiddleston is on my cheat card.”

“I’m a hardcore asexual, but Professor Hiddleston is so hot that if I had to get pregnant I’d want him to do the honors.”

You sipped up your drink, sitting in a far corner. Smiling bright as you heard them. Stifling a laugh so hard you could feel your drink always threatened to snort out of your nose. You would cup your face, ensuring they didn’t take note of you. Even get out the notes app on your phone to type them down. Not that you’d ever show him. 

He was their hot Professor. But to you, he was just Tom.

Just Tom. A boyfriend who cared for you respected you, and listened to you. Who did the bare minimum and so much more. They didn’t know his flaws, living with each other's smells and body odors and functions and insecurities. And the little, beautiful moments that made you all the more in love with him. How you would both go to bookstores and geek out after certain works, make a mess in the kitchen trying a new recipe, or stay in your pajamas until 1 pm watching something on the TV. Did they know how loud he snored at night? Or how sensitive his neck was? Or that he was fidgety if he sat too long? 

Then one of them said “His girlfriend is one lucky ass bitch. I wonder what she’s like?”

“Oh…he hasn’t said anything about a girlfriend, do you think…he’s single?!” one asked.

They all shot up like meerkats with big smiles.

You froze, only staring quietly at your drink. 

Tom didn’t talk about you in class. Nothing. Nada. Goose eggs.  They didn't know you existed.

So far you were sure they were not little homewreckers- not successfully, at least. You trusted Tom and he trusted you and his students respected his boundaries. But he blocked them on social media so they wouldn’t dig anything about him. Tom was a private person and he wanted that to be respected by his students. 

When you both met to hang out and make dinner later that evening- his special Spaghetti bolognese recipe, he gave you a hug and kiss on your head.

“Oh, you missed a spot!” you teased.

His eyes crinkled beneath his glasses.

“Oh- uh,” he voiced out.

You dived in to kiss him on the lips, his beard scratching your chin.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Oh, just fine. Your students were…wondering about me today. I saw them at the shop.”

“They didn’t recognize you?”

“No- they don’t know what I look like. Or about me, period…we’ve kept it that way…”

Both of you got into the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves and preparing the pasta and sauce. It smelled of garlic, onion, and olive oil, making your stomach rumble. How easily smelling that in a kitchen could solve all of your problems!

He smiled at you. Then, as the pasta was set to boil in the pot, he turned to you. His sleeves rolled up (making you giddy inside) and his face was a little flushed from the heat of the steam from cooking.

“My angel, I don’t want to keep you in hiding- and you shouldn’t.”

“Tom, what do you mean?” you asked. You stirred the sauce, then tapped the spoon and set it on a jar for attempted cleanliness.

 I love you. And this is a part of my life…would you like to meet them? I promise you, they won’t hurt you. I won’t let them!” 

He went up to hug you from behind and you watched the simmering food.

You paused, taking in a breath. What were you afraid of? Were you ashamed of Tom or being with him? No, not a bit.

 You turned around to face him.

“They’re college kids. They’re basically puppies…I think I’d like to meet them.” you agreed

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You both decided what event it should be that you would meet them. There were events called Bookish Balls that were all the rage now. It was a prom for adults. Proms where everyone dressed like fantasy characters and showed off costumes and even cosplays. It was everything from complex armor to a dress with some elf ears on. 

You knew he had a Shakespearean-era outfit from a play he did that he kept you just had to find the right look. It would be more exciting and less creepy then if you jumped on them at the mall like a pair of stalkers. 

And the ball looked like fun.

You and Tom both arrived. He was in his Shakespearean garb and crown. You had your own outfit- you adored it. You couldn’t help but look at each large mirror you walked by as you walked down the dim hallways with carpeted floors.

All the students were talking about it- tickets were 60 percent off for students. Since they were all raving about these hot new fantasy books between their required reading of Dickens. They all rattled their iced coffees like maracas and gossiped and shared pics of their outfits on their phones every day before class according to Tom. Most of them would all be there.

Little did they know their Professor was going to be there, as well as his girlfriend.

You both arrived at the fine, fancy hotel. Tom was dressed in his leather doublet and pants with a large cape and a grand crown. Ever the king. You had splurged on the fancy outfit you wanted badly- and you felt as if you were a heroine in a story as you walked through.

“You look stunning- they’re going to adore you,” Tom assured you.

You hoped so. If they met you and humiliated you in some way tonight or after, you would move to Antarctica and learn to speak penguin. 

Taking his arm and feeling like royalty, you both went down the fine large building. You saw people gathered. There were some stage lights and the large gala room had trees with flowers everywhere as well as thrones, little game booths photo booths, and a banquet. And, of course, a packed dance floor. A live band played. Many people wore crowns and wings and elf ears and were dancing away with zeal. Women twirled their ballgown skirts with smiles so big it lit them up. Many flicked their capes dramatically or wrapped around them like blankets. There were fairy lights and glitter everywhere and there were photo ops and even a costume contest. It was in full sway.

 Including a crowd that included Tom’s students. They jumped up in time to the song, breathlessly singing along to every word.

Tom held out your hand, both of you feeling like the king and queen looking over their jubilant subjects. You both walked down. Hoping your outfit looked as nice on you as you hoped it would.

The song was entering its last chorus. The student's backs were turned and their capes and wings were bouncing as they danced. They hadn’t noticed you yet.

He went to his group of students and cleared his throat. At once they turned their heads.

They looked at him and then you and their jaws dropped.

Tom said.“hello, here is  Y/N, my beautiful, amazing girlfriend.” He then leaned you in and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

All of their eyes bugged out of their skulls and jaws dropped like broken nutcrackers among them.

You were worried the girls in the group would glare at you like they were going to rip out your stomach intestines.

But instead, all of them collapsed into a collective “AAaaaaawwwwwww, hello!” and “What?! WHAT?!” Their eyes flitted toward Tom in tight leather (who wouldn’t?) and you in your presence. 

You went up like in any social situation. You gave them a smile- warm, genuine, polite, and friendly.

“Hi there, it’s nice to meet you- I heard all about you guys!”

You shook their hands. You got to meet them and learn names- Kelly, Hailey, Jessie, Emily, Daniel, Isaiah, Chase, Cameron, Kat, Miranda, Edgar, and so many more your head spun. But you eventually got it with practice.

But they let you dance with them. Be relaxed and have fun. It moved from a band to a playlist of all the classic dance songs. The band blasted Single Ladies and the girls invited you, dragging you in. You tried to copy the moves from the music video, but couldn’t quite and they all burst into laughter anyway.

It then slowed down- it was a ballad, the Cody Fry song about falling in love being like a symphony.

“Well…could I have a dance with my lady?” Tom asked, holding out his hand.

They gasped and looked at you.

“Oh, what a gentleman! I’d be delighted!” you said, accepting his hand.

They let you and Tom have a slow dance- how handsome he looked in the light, beaming at you. They smiled as if they were watching a rom-com at the end. There were no angry glares- at most, some looked a little reflective and sad. But none dared interrupt the moment with you and Tom.

Would they hate you after seeing the affection?

If so, they shut their mouths and minded their beeswax about it.

There were loads of pictures- you were willing to take some (they were seeing you as the surrogate Adult Adult more than their adults) and they included you in some, including some selfies.

Tom excused himself and returned with even brought you a little plate of food. a plate full of little sandwiches, cheeses, and fruits. You both rested your feet and shared some, feeling their eyes on you. For dessert, there were some gooey brownies that melted in your mouth. Tom eagerly grabbed some, his large hands packing as many brownies as he could. 

But you realized his beard had streaks of chocolate brownies on it, you burst into laughter and you heard some giggling from the students too.

“Oh, let me take care of that!” you offered.

You got out a handkerchief and wiped it off of him. You definitely heard “awwwws” in the distance. Looking at it, his beard was now clean.

“There you go! But dashing as always!” you said.

He held your hand and kissed it. The “AWWWWWS” got louder in the back and you both had to suppress your laughter.

Rejoining the students, you saw them less as little judges or would-be homewreckers. You got to talk to them. Maybe you judged them harshly- you remembered being in college when you were that young too. Of course, they grumbled about the coursework sometimes and you gave your own insight. 

“Oh- you’re seriously reading Persuasion? Oh, just wait! Austen takes some time to get used to when you read her stuff- read them slowly and you will catch onto what’s happening! The yearning in that one is beautiful” you encouraged a distraught Hailey. 

You even discussed what fantasy books they were into and got some more recommendations for your ever-growing TBR. And at the end, every last person in the crowd gathered and danced. You and Tom joined the students with big grins and aching feet, but you wouldn’t stop until that last song ended its phrase. No drama. No pettiness. And no hiding. No fear. Just people at a party. Young and happy and alive.

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The other morning, you were back at the coffee shop. Waiting on them. Soon enough, they arrived in their band, though you remained in the corner. 

“I couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend!” Daniel gasped.

“Really?! I’m not! A man that fine can have his pick,” Kelly commented.

They began to all get iced coffees and gather around.

“She is gorgeous- didn’t you see her at that ball!? And she’s super nice!”

“Yeah…I want them to be happy and he seems so happy-”

“Oh, he is cheesing after her- you saw how he smiled?! And how he got the plate for her? Like, he’s a walking green flag!”

‘She’s so lucky!

“Listen, I am glad they’re happy…I just wish it were me…”

They all sighed and agreed,. You waited for that whole vibe of that phrase to blow away.

Then, quietly you walked over.

“Hello everyone,” you said.

They gasped and turned heads.

“YN! YN, hi!” one boy, what was his name- oh yes, Cameron!-said.

“Oh, I just wanted to pop by,” you added.

Then, Emily stood up. She got out a chair from one table and moved it over to where everyone sat .

“Do you have anywhere to be? You can…you can join us! You’re welcome to!”

You smiled at them and took a seat.

Gossamer || jjk

↔Genre: romance; angst; fluff; singledad!jungkook x babysitter!reader; slow burn.

↔Warnings: themes of embarassment; fear.

↔Synopsis: You're a baby sitter in desperate need of a job and Jungkook is a perpetually busy single dad of two children, could there be more to you both than the call of your jobs?

Checking the note Taehyung had hurriedly scrawled the designated address, you looked over the house once again to assure yourself you were correct.

203 Amber st.

It perfectly matched the paper that was to direct you to where you would hopefully snag a new job.

Even as a young girl, your dreams of caring for children were your only heart's desire, so once you bid farewell to the last family you cared for, you returned to Taehyung with the loss of your responsibilities.

His answer to your now empty heart was the struggle of his closest friend, a single father with his ex wife far from the picture and six year old attached to his hand and a nine month old nestled in his arms and a job that demanded far too much of his life, leaving him in a desperate search of assistance.

And in Taehyung's words, money was nothing as an issue and your help would be readily welcomed.

Your finger pushed into the door bell to beckon your future employer, but the male the crack of the door revealed was not what you were expecting.

His hair was devoid of silver tendrils and his exhausted features were replaced by a youthful glow, though the dark circles of his eyes told of his sleepless nights, most likely due to the cooing young boy within his grasp. He was breath taking.

You simply gaped at him from where you hugged your belongings close, your heart pounding against your chest.

"Ah, you must be the friend Taehyung told me of." He smiled lightly as the child cooed in happiness at your presence though he hadn't known you longer than the handful of seconds you stood before him.

His father's eyes that were nearly identical to his own dropped to where he made grabby hands towards you, giggling as you greeted him with a smile and small wave.

It was plain to see where his adorableness was derived from, from his cute grin to the crinkle of his dark eyes.

Your breath caught within your throat, you couldn't be thinking of the father of the children you were to babysitting in such a way.

It was far too unprofessional, and the rings coiled around his fingers may signify he belonged to another already, your heart dropped lightly at the sobering thought.

"Let's try not to chase this one away, right buddy." He playfully teased the child before welcoming you inside his extravagant house.

Every dignified brick and exalted iron gate did nothing to compare to the sleek steps that climbed to the floors above and the dripping shine of the chandeliers.

The mere plants that cascaded from their pots snagged your eye to claim their roots costed more than a year's worth of your paychecks linked together.

He led you into what appeared to be his office, the messy papers that lay sprawled upon his desk telling you this was where most of his time was spent.

"Forgive the mess, the life of a father and a business man doesn't mix well."

He offered a wry laugh as you seated yourself upon the luxurious chair where he directed you to place yourself.

His hand that was free of the gurgling baby reached for a form and a pen that was yours to fill out.

"My most trusted friend, Taehyung couldn't stop singing your praises." He admitted as your eyes skimmed over the words of the paper.

"I do hope you'll meet his claims."

Your eyes flicked into his that held sincerity and the want to place you in the safety of his children, but you couldn't help but to peer deeper, something you couldn't name luring you deeper into his ebony abysses.

But the unknown flame flickered as he snuffed it out entirely to continue on from his quiet pause he took, to allow his eyes to linger just this once.

"Most of my time and my work will be done in this room, and Eli is never any trouble so we shouldn't be a problem for you." He smiled as your heart leapt silently.

"However, your appeal may come to be a problem for my oldest daughter, Ava."

His warning did nothing to deter you from his pull as well as the adorable grasp of his youngest son.

"I aim to please sir."

You found his warning of Ava was not simple play.

Though she was a mere six years, her tantrums were nothing to be reckoned with.

Her distaste for you being in place of her father was apparent in all she did, after you had picked her up from school, it was her mission to avoid you at all costs, unless it was to make your job harder.

Though you attempted to breathe through her troubles, the moment she hid your keys plucked at your nerves.

But with every soft word and playful game you conjured, just to persuade her to eat her vegetables.

You sluggishly tamed the roaring beast into a gentle kitten who's purrs came about as laughter.

Her every smile filled you with relief, now knowing just how tough her dislike for others could be.

You had just placed Eli within his crib, remembering how stern Jungkook had been with bed time.

But his eldest refused sleep, not one wink would be caught without a goodnight kiss from her father.

Just from how she rambled so excitedly about him, informed you of just how well his relationship with his babies were.

But your every plea of sleep was denied as you chased her about with her stuffed bear. You hugged the bear close as you nibbled upon your bottom lip, you were no more than a week into your job and you feared you had failed already.

Jungkook had left you with the two to attend a meeting of some sort and there was no telling when he may return, it was important you thought of something quickly.

"Ava, what if I told you a bed time story?" You offered the ebony haired girl who's fiery eyes held not even a hint of sleepiness.

The clock struck nine, telling you it was a whole hour after her bed time. Her arms crossed and her bottom lip stuck into a pout.

"It won't be as good as daddy's." She huffed, none the less falling into your arms to be carried into her bedroom.

You placed her amongst the frills of her blankets that simply matched her personality with their bold sparkles; your fingers ran along the spines of her books, asking her of which she would prefer.

You ended in reading along the words of a royal adventure until her eyes grew heavy as she drifted by your side.

But her wakefulness remained just long enough to murmur through sleepy pouts.

"Are you gonna stay here forever? And be our mommy?"

The words stilled your form and rounded your eyes until you choked out an answer.

"I'm here to help your daddy care for you and Eli, Ava." You whispered, wanting anything other than pledging an empty promise to the young girl.

"I think Daddy likes you already, he smiled so bright today when talking about you." With a soft smile of your own, you willed your heart to ease it's leaps.

"I'm sure it was because of you, his little princess." Your fingers offered her hand a reassuring squeeze of a silent gesture of love for the little one you had known for a mere week.

"Good night love." You whispered with a chaste kiss to her temple.

You remained until her eyes fell closed before you slipped away from her bedroom, closing the door behind you, oblivious to the taller male before you.

"You're the only person she lets tuck her in at night aside from me." His low voice entered the serenity of the night, causing your heart to still.

Your breath hitched with your words in the little space between you, the closeness of your forms that neared each other in the darkness almost seemed natural.

As if you belonged at his side as well as Eli's and Ava's, caring for them as well as eliciting their smiles.

With a breath, you released those thoughts to hush such wishful thinking that wasn't yours to be had.

You were no more than a hired babysitter, to care for his children in his absence, even if by some miracle he did care for you, his work refused to allow time for his own children, you were nothing.

But every linger of his eyes and genuine word of thanks for all you did held no lies, none had ever dared to look at you the way he did.

"If it's any consolation, she did put up a little bit of a fight at first." You tried with a breathy laugh that brought a grin to his features.

Even in the darkness, the joy his children brought to his lips was breath taking, just as the warmth of his eyes and almost siren- like voice of his had ensnared your heart.

"It seems it wasn't only Eli's and my own heart you've stolen."

If he had lacked the soft huff of amusement that followed his words, your knees would have buckled at what seemed to be a hint at flirting.

"Good night (Y/n)." He finished with a smile before he halted his steps within his foyer, his duty of walking you to the door finished along with his conversation.

"Good night, mister Jeon." You bowed lightly, your hand hovering over the handle before he spoke once more.

"You can call me Jungkook."

You flashed him a smile that was rendered weak by him as you hurried yourself to your car with a racing heart.

Your choice of your job taken under closer consideration with how your employer made you feel, always taunting you with something so much more than he concealed so well until he desired to reveal it.

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