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[cinnamon-girl-writes]

request for death note oneshot i love ur eren one its fire i found u on ao3 i think and didnt think id find you again here

l x fem reader (having a deep conversation abt quantum physics n such) plspls

hi there 🤍🤍 ahh i see so many people say they found me on ao3! i'm curious what fandom/fic you found me from

anyways, sorry this was in my drafts for so long, i have *so* much going on in my personal life right now and also lots of work/trips piling up. but i was soooo excited by this idea! i've never written death note x reader but it's an area i'd like to explore so i'll take all the requests i can get!!

how you get the girl - l lawliet x reader

by @cinnamon-girl-writes! . . .

“so, in conclusion, while newton’s laws tell us that matter exists in a particle state. however, quantum mechanics argues that matter exists as waves tightly woven together to  make something physical.”

you shake your head, giving up on trying to understand. your boyfriend was sitting betwen your legs on the floor, with you sitting on the edge of the bed. he currently had half of his head in pigtails and the other half in a braid— the consequence of letting you do whatever you wanted to him.

“i don’t get it,” you admitted. “how can something be two things at once?”

he titled his head back, gazing at the half of your face he could see form this angle. “well, look at the two of us. we’re talking to eachother, but also breathing, and thinking, and our bodies are circulating blood and other important things.”

you laughed softly at his coyness. “i don’t think that’s how it works.” you leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

he smiled slightly as you did, allowing his eyes to flutter closed.

of course, your shared moment of peace couldn’t last for long. as you moved in to place another kiss to his face, ryuzaki’s phone rang.

he sat up, retrieving his phone form his pocket and standing to face you.

“i’m sorry, i have to take this,” he said to you. understanding, you gave him a look of encouragement as he left the room to answer the call.

in lieu of his presence, you decided to turn on the television in the room. it wasn’t as cozy as your apartment back home, but it sure was better than a cheap motel. ryuzaki had rented out an entire hotel building indefinitely until the kira case was closed, including the hotel staff, meaning you got breakfast and coffee delivered to your room every morning and room service at any hour. it made you wonder just how much money he has.

after channel surfing for what felt like hours (thirty minutes) you finally decide on a daytime tv channel playing a telenovela. you watched it for a few minutes when ryuzaki finally returned to the room.

“how’s your show?” he asked, taking a seat next to you on the couch where you were lounging.

“rebecca is cheating on her boyfriend steven, but she just found out she’s pregnant with joshua’s baby,” you explained.

ryuzaki pondered. “so, joshua is the man she’s having an affair with?”

you shook your head, pointing out the characters on the screen to your boyfriend. “no, joshua is her ex who she had a one-night stand with a few months ago. before she started seeing mark—“ you point to the man on the right of the screen, “—who, unbeknownst to her, is engaged to angela, rebecca’s old ski instructor. and she’s pregnant, but they don’t know if the baby is going to live, because she just got diagnosed with stage four lung cancer.”

ryuzaki sighed, pulling you in with an arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “maybe these people would have less problems if they led less . . . promiscuous lives.”

you laughed, looking up at him, “yeah, maybe you’re right.”

the rest of the afternoon passed unceremoniously, ryuzaki accepting a few more phone calls and having to leave for a few meetings. later that evening, you were having dinner together (albeit later than anticipated as his meeting had dragged on for far too long). 

“ryuzaki?” you called his name. the two of you were currently situated on the living room floor in front of the tv and a circular ottoman where your takeout was positioned.

he twirled the flavorful noodles on his chopsticks, not looking up to answer you. “yes?”

you exhaled. “i still don’t get what you were talking about earlier.”

“what is it you’ve yet to understand, my love?”

if there was one thing you loved about ryuzaki, it was the fact that he would explain anything to you without making you feel inferior or stupid. it may seem silly, but you felt like you could ask him anything.

“well . . . “ he stalled for a moment, setting down his food. “you and i are made of particles, correct?”

you nodded, unconvinced, “but i thought we were made of waves.”

ryuzaki turned to face you. “every particle in our bodies is tightly woven together, in a way to form waves.” he moved closer in your direction, invading your space and taking up every inch of your thoughts. he raised his palm to face you, and gestured for you to do the same.  “and when those waves touch—“ he moved his hand forward, and ever so carefully, intertwined his fingers with yours, “— they become connected, and create friction, and heat.”

you giggled when you pulled your intertwined fingers together to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “you’re such a nerd.”

he smiled. “but you love it?”

you smiled back. “yeah, i do.”

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i had to research quantum mechanics for this THE THINGS I DO FOR YALL!!!!! jkjk :) but i still dont get this shit lmao

[bendycxmet]

Under Your Spell—Vash the Stampede

Summary: You are a top supporter of a trending camboy. What you don't know, is that that camboy is your friend and roommate, Vash.

Word Count: ~3.3k

Pairing: gn!reader x camboy!Vash the Stampede

Content: sexual content, nsfw, 18+ MDNI!, masturbation, edging, voyeurism, whiny vash, teasing reader

a/n: got the brainworms for camboy vash from @biancalattei and @awkwardchick87. my only solution was to put pen to paper.

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sharing an apartment with vash was a blessing. rent prices in the city drove you two to ultimately decide to room with each other. besides, you had known each other for years and decided that living with each other would be a breeze granted how well you two got along. 

you and vash had retired to your rooms for the night for quite some time now. its almost like routine. you claimed you wanted to rot in bed, watching your shows for a couple of hours before work the next day, leaving your spot beside him on the couch an hour before he resided to his room way down the hall for the night.

yes, the two of you were impossibly close, practically stuck at the hip now, but how could you ever tell him that you needed to go get off to your favorite camboy? that's a secret that will be carried to the grave. 

something about this camboy separated him easily from the rest. he had enough charm and personality that watching his streams never made you feel guilt or shame. the easygoing smile that graced his face like he actually enjoyed interacting with his fans, comments that would stream in faster than your eyes could catch, and his deep, rumbling laugh that almost acted as foreplay itself. it always felt like talking to a close friend. until he of course whipped it out. 

he was blessed with a gift, is all you could say. he was the perfect size all around, his cock long enough to only give pleasure without causing pain for your insides but thick enough that you can feel him fill you up. well, at least that's how you envisioned it in your fantasies. he was a pretty pink, the tapered tip a delightful rosy red. the wispy blond happy trail that led down to him was neatly kept. you imagined how it felt to touch him there before pleasuring him, feeling the soft, fine hairs between your fingers. 

his body was nothing but lean muscle, a full chest connected to hard, outlined abs, flexed arms and toned, thick thighs always clenching as he neared his climaxes. you never saw his face. or hands, hands that were covered with ruby leather gloves. for whatever reason that may be. you also were 100% certain that he wore some type of wig, a smart move you would say. maybe he had unique hair to match the rarity of the beautiful person he was. he also always sported a bunny mask that obscured his whole face, only leaving his lips for the audience’s viewing pleasure, which only fueled your fantasies more, his lips always pulled into a smirk or cute smile, sharp teeth on display, teeth meant to dig into your flesh- 

ok, you were getting sidetracked. you quickly tapped into your phone to play some music through your speaker, faking that you were occupied with something else that was not watching a man touch himself on camera for thousands to see. you plug your headphones into your computer and click on the hidden bookmark saved to immediately take you to his stream. 

please wait for the stream to begin.

read the loading screen. the chat was up and alive, discussing what he could possibly be doing for the night. you adjusted yourself on your bed, towel beneath you, toys to your left. you waited with bated breath, ready to hear his deep voice come through your headphones. 

“hello hello!  how are we all doing tonight? hope your week went well, my lovelies. but not too well. not without me, i hope.” you giggle, blushing slightly as you watch his sweatpant clad form come into frame, adjusting himself in his chair. you could never see anything past him, his room obscured in total darkness. you wish you could though, just to know what he was like. oh well, all that mattered was him. 

it was obvious that he had nothing on underneath his sweatpants, the hard outline of himself evident through the thin gray material. he was leaning casually back in his chair, leaning his head to the side onto his raised fist, chatting with his fans for a couple of minutes. it was obvious that everyone was getting antsy to see him pleasure himself. you shoot a quick comment into the void. 

his eyes light up instantly.

“hi bonbon721! good to see you’re here. as always.” he adds with a sly wink. you cover your face with your hands. he always says hello to you, but it never fails to fluster you. of course, you were one of his first fans, loyal and supportive even six months later. you had an eye for budding talent. more comments come in, greeting you. other fans also knew of you, mostly since you always commented witty remarks. your comment quickly begins to accrue upvotes. he laughs heartily.

“see what you started bonbon? ok, fine. let’s get started. can’t fault a guy for wanting to get to know you before taking you to dinner.” he quickly drags his pants down, his cock jumping out immediately to slap against his toned stomach. he draws in a quick inhale, the cold air hitting his sensitive length. 

always ready for us, huh big boy? 

his eyes catch onto your comment, a flush spreading throughout his body, a dribble of precum leaking from him. he averts his eyes for a split second, glad his mask obscures his embarrassed expression. although, nothing escapes your attention to detail. oh, had you pulled that reaction from him? the thought twists the coil in your stomach tighter, squeezing your legs together to quell the ache between them. 

he spreads his legs further on the chair, leather-clad fingers coming down to grasp himself. a shuddering sigh leaves him, head thrown back. 

“what would you like me to do today, chat?”

>obviously touch yourself.

>do u have a flshlght

>edge yourself until bonbon tells you to cum.

>ooo

>agree ^

>yesss

you choke on your spit, sending yourself into a coughing fit. what? huh?! had the chat been scheming before you clicked in for the night?

wait, why me???

>because you’re the top supporter silly. it’s the stream’s 6th month anniversary too. lets celebrate

>and besides, our boy here has you as his favorite~

before you can type your rejection of their logic, wanting everyone in the chat to receive the same love as you do, a dark chuckle interjects.

“well, we gotta give what the people want bonbon. what do you say? play around with me?” your fingers shake as they hover over the keyboard. you take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself, before clicking the keys.

you better hold out until i say so then.

you are so thankful that there is a screen separating the two of you, coming off as a bold and confident fan rather than the flustered, meek supporter that you actually are. 

a shaky laugh rings out into your headphones, the abrupt tightening of leather on skin hinting that he enjoyed that comment. well, enjoyed being bossed around, you had gathered from all the streams you have joined in on.

now fuck your fist like you mean it.

his hand comes up to the tip, circling it in tight circles, gathering the precum dribbling from the slit to ease the glide of the leather glove against his shaft. he twists his hand on the upstroke, wrist bending back and forth as he stroked himself. his free hand flew out to grab onto the desk on a particularly good twist of his dick, teeth digging into his bottom lip, preventing his moans from slipping out. a withering whine slips out however, thrashing his head to the side as if he could escape the euphoria thrumming through him, licking up his spine. the dings of the chat bring him somewhat back to reality.

open your eyes, pretty. remember your promise. not until i say so.

stop biting your lip and let us hear you. and keep your eyes on me. 

you type out your demands, adding one hand back in your pants. you’re already halfway there, seeing as this camboy always gets you hot and bothered just with his appearance. the chat has gone silent out of respect of you commanding him, the only thing notifying him that he and bonbon aren’t alone is the reactions floating in quick succession at the top of the comments tab. the instant he lets go of his lip, a stuttering moan comes flying out his mouth.

“‘s so good bonbon. please, let me cum. ‘m almost there.” if you could see his face, you would be able to see the blush covering it. for now, all you can see is the flush covering his chest and ears. oh. you can tell he feels good. 

got a couple more things i need you to do. cup yourself.

he lets go of the desk to grab his balls, hissing in despair at the onslaught of pleasure that shoots through his body. he arches his back, strengthening the hold he has on himself down there, bating his release. he whines loudly, hand releasing himself to quickly cover his mouth with his arm.

what did i say?

“i know i know im sorry. i just have…neighbors… that i dont want to disturb.” his eyes flit to his bedroom door, checking to see if you turned on the hallway light to check on him for that outburst. nothing. he breathes a sigh of relief. you must be asleep. or the walls are actually thick here. he sends a silent thank you to the construction people who built this building. 

dont want them knowing how good you feel? i certainly wouldn't mind hearing how good my hot neighbor is feeling tonight. maybe they’re doing the same thing as you right now. who wouldn’t?

you blush at that thought, imagining vash touching himself. damn the bathroom for separating your rooms. what you would give to hear that.

vash was in the same headspace, sharing similar thoughts. he moaned, imagining you touching yourself to his groans and whimpers. no way. you definitely didn't see him in that light. the movie binging you two indulged in every night could only last so long, you claiming you wanted some time to destress before bed, always leaving for bed before him. he relished whenever you two would touch knees, or when you would lean into his side, getting comfortable for the two-hour movie. recalling how you smelt of your body wash and detergent earlier tonight only serves to make his cock throb harder.

increase the pace.

dont have to tell him twice. he goes back into his rhythm, one hand down below, the other moving up and down his length, the rosy tip turning redder, implying his imminent release. gasps and groans ring out. his thighs shake with each upstroke, tears appearing on his waterline. he tries to blink them back, not wanting the chat, especially, bonbon, to see how easily worked up he is. he heeds your commands from earlier, keeping his eyes forward.

stop

you giggle mischievouly, happy to be in control of such a beautiful man, one that follows every whim you can think of. the whine he lets out is comical, the tears trailing down his cheeks, appearing underneath his mask, hanging off his jawline. 

“noooo please have mercy! i don’t know how longer i can hold out for.”

tell us the story of how you tripped on your apartment steps again.

“seriously?? i can’t even think straight bonbon. all i can remember is a friend of mine nearly collapsing on the floor, laughing when they saw how pouty i was when i came to them for help.”

he never mentioned that detail before. funny, you had been in a similar scenario with vash a couple months ago. if you weren’t so horny in the moment, your confusion could have been a revelation.. 

ok, i kid. chat, is it time?

>god yes 

>i dont think i can hold out much longer either

>he looks so hot already

he waits in anticipation, entire body quaking in his chair. his eyes are fixated on the comments section, waiting for your command. 

come, my good boy.

a moan that can only be described as pornographic rips from his chest, his leathered hand stroking himself with a vigor you have yet to see so far in his streaming career. a shudder rips through you, your hand flying to your toy to put it to work. you wanted to be right there with him when he came. 

he begins to blabber, hinting at his cresting release. “ohh my godd so good baby. so go-” his voice hitches, ending an octave higher. you see his eyes squeeze shut through the slits in the mask, jaw dropping open. his body seizes completely, a rumbling groan echoing into his room as he shoots ropes of cum all over his red gloves, his thighs, and his stomach. he whines as he continues to squeeze out the last remnants of his orgasm, lip quivering over gritted teeth. 

it’s almost as if you're there with him, your toy quickly buzzing your release to life, collapsing backward onto your bed, eyes rolling back into your head. you could've sworn that groan rang out closer to you than just in your ears…

you feel the towel beneath you become moist, the cool sensation pulling you back to your dimly lit room. you feel slow, ears ringing from your release, and begrudgingly pull yourself up. it feels as if you’re swimming underwater, floating. the light creeps back into your vision, eyes blinking until it clears enough for you to see the computer screen again.

holy. shit. your eyes widen, hands coming up to cover your mouth. vash is laying back in his chair, still recovering from his release. white is streaked across his thighs, droplets of his release streaming down the thick muscle while pools of his cum stay gathered in the valleys between his defined stomach. he’s panting loudly, small groans interspacing each exhale. you look down at yourself, realizing that you too have made a mess rivaling his own.

>yall seeing this????

>that has to be the most he’s cum in a looong time. maybe ever.

>new kinks discovered?? 

vash lolls his head back forward, reading the flurry of teasing statements. post-nut clarity hits him full force, and he laughs loudly out of shock and overall astonishment. “you might be right chat. i haven’t felt like that since i was a hormonal teenager. bonbon–you did something to me.”

you scream behind your hands after quickly typing your response.

you did so good for me. for us. thank you

now go shower. you’re gonna be sticky soon enough

he sighs, feeling the ecstasy leak from his body. tonight turned out better than he could of ever hoped. “yeah yeah i know. ok everyone. wow. 20 minutes flew by huh? for me it did at least. but have a good night everyone. happy anniversary! lets chat again next week. love and peace!”

>love and peaceeee

>good night king

>sleep tight my cumlord~

he gets up from his chair, pulling his sweatpants back on. you rub your hands on your face. maybe you'll shower too. usually you didn't make such a mess of yourself, but tonight was definitely an exception. you’re about to close out of the tab when you see he is still streaming. he doesn’t seem to realize though, perhaps still feeling the effects from his orgasm. you watch as he takes his gloves off, teeth pulling at the red material. you lean forward, happy to see a new part of himself. you still. 

right as he pulls his right hand from his glove, a glint of silver catches your eye. a ring with engraved flowers sits on his ring finger. a ring…you had given him for his birthday this year. 

he glances up, and jumps slightly. “whoops, missed the end call button. alright, night for real guys.” he waves, before the screen goes black.

you sit there in silence, the desk lamp in the corner the only thing illuminating your dark space. you shake your head. maybe it’s a coincidence. it's not like that ring is the only one to exist in its style. even though you found it at your local farmers market. from a local seller. you decide a shower is desperately needed. as you exit your room, you head for the bathroom next door, tip-toeing as to not wake vash-

vash who steps out from his room right as you reach the bathroom. you shriek. he shrieks. 

“what are you doing up?! i thought you went to bed an hour ago?!” he questions you. you see he makes a move to cover himself, but not before you catch onto several things that are lit from the LEDs in his room. 

he’s shirtless. wearing only gray sweatpants. your ring sits on his right hand, the hand that's moving desperately to clean cum from his stomach. your eyes then catch onto the bunny mask that’s sitting on his bed behind him.

you start screaming. he starts screaming. “WHAT WHAT IS SOMETHING BEHIND ME?!” he whips around, putting himself between you and the potential threat. 

“YOU CANT BE HIM NONONO-”

he turns back around and grabs your shoulders. “hey, slow down. what are you talking about?”

“im bonbon721… from your streams-” your eyes are tightly shut but you dare a peek at him. he’s as white as a sheet. or as his cum from earlier.

“i. um. dont knoww. what you’re talking about-” he stutters.

“oh don’t bullshit me vash. i see the mask behind you. i know you cam. and you’re damn good at it too. no wonder you have thousands of subscribers.”

you can feel the heat radiating off of him. he swallows, and drops his hands from your shoulders, down to your hands. “you don't think…it’s gross?”

vash had kept this secret to himself. he really liked you but was afraid you would see him differently for jerking himself off in front of a camera for strangers. you had always shared secrets with each other since you were young, but this was one he hesitated to share.

“what? of course not. i respect the hustle. plus-” you hesitate. if you were to finish your sentence, it would change your relationship with vash. but you see the pleading look in his eyes, and realize how much of a fool you were for him. you already came this far, especially when you admitted you were bonbon, his top supporter. “-it’s kinda hot,” you finish with a whisper.

he’s relieved, all his previous worries off his shoulders. his shoulders sag, and he leans down onto your shoulder. goosebumps break out on your skin from his proximity. he smells like sex and sweat.

“you did a good job. i wasnt lying when i said i’ve never cum like that before in over a decade.” he releases your hands, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you closer. you relax into his touch, massaging the muscles of his back. “wanna know something?” he whispers in your ear. you can only hum. “in all my streams, i always think of you when i touch myself.” he gives your ear a lick as he pushes into you slightly, making you feel how hard he is. again. 

you cry out at his confession, pushing his chest back to look at him at arms length. he’s completely smug, head tilted, smirk kept back by the sharp canines digging into his bottom lip. he looks at you from top to bottom, seeing the light sheen on your legs. 

“i liked being bossed around, more now knowing it was you doing it. mind if we do it again?”

you feel hot. who would dare refuse an offer like that? 

“why not? but let's take a shower. it’ll save us some time, especially once i’m done with you.” you push him backward, kicking the bathroom door shut behind you.

a/n: you have been subjected to me having too much fun with a fic. i got in a silly goofy mood while slutting this man out. thank you everyone! teehee xoxo

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Part 2!

[nerdieforpedro]

Just like the Picture

Dieter Bravo x gn reader

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: Moving into your new apartment went well. Your new landlord seems pretty chill. You see him a lot though, why is that?

Warnings: Non-consensual voyeurism, masturbation (mentioned but not in detail), edibles, weed use, erotic paintings, food mention

Word Count: 936

Notes: Written for the Roll-a-Trope Writing Challenge presented by @burntheedges . I have it in just under the wire. 👀 I wasn’t not sure I’d be able to write something or not, but I’m glad I was. My trope was “landlord Dieter” so here we are. Not beta-ed, I dunno what I wrote so all mistakes are mine.

Main Masterlist/ Dieter Bravo Masterlist/ Writing Challenges

Dieter sometimes wonders how exactly he ended up staring at his media setup in his office. His apartment on the top floor is one of the penthouses that allows for more room. He has four different screens, all active and his gaze is switching between them. He’s sitting in just his robe, rolling some special herbs and spices into his usual blunt. His favorite show is about to start.

You.

It was an easy deal to strike with his cousin who needed a few hundred bucks as his car always stays in the impound. Dieter told him not to ask any questions, just install the cameras and show Bravo how to access them. He did, his cousin had his money and Dieter had the set-up complete. The only reason Dieter gave as he knew his cousin may blab to someone about the cameras being installed, was that the apartment you now reside in was a model apartment to show potential tenants. It took Dieter’s cousin off his scent and it took months before Bravo would finally rent that unit out. 

You moved in six months ago, one of Dieter’s last move-ins. He gave you a tour of the building, amenities, and the unit himself. Usually, he leaves the office manager to do the tours, but they always make sure to at least introduce new tenants to Dieter before touring them. He quickly told him that he would handle things from here. A piece of gum was popped into his mouth as he offered you one as well. You giggled and took a stick of Doublemint from him. His palm touched the small of your back as he led through the building. You’re so comfortable with him, you really shouldn’t be but Bravo is grateful. That way, he won’t feel bad about his late-night viewing. 

Dieter Bavo made sure to be there for the day of your move-in, assisting where he could and providing jokes where he could. He bought lunch for you, some burgers, fries, and a lemonade. Eating on your new leather couch, Dieter finds himself to be enamored with you. He’s thankful he didn’t see anyone move in with you and no other names on your lease besides yours. He leaves and bids you a good evening, though he’s glad to be taking the elevator up to his apartment to view more of you. Over the first month after you’ve moved in, Dieter notes that you have a routine after you get home from work:

Watching you move around your apartment, drop your work bag and keys. 

Sit down to read. (That’s your third book this month. Maybe he should read while you’re at work. What book is that?)

Watch TV later. (Changing the camera angle he can see what show you’re watching, the Glenn guy is everywhere. Dieter has stubble too, maybe not as much, but enough to give a good burn.)

Undress and apply your lotions after your shower. (In retrospect, maybe he should have put one in the bathroom, but he wasn’t sure if his cousin would be able to find one of those waterproof cameras. Maybe he’ll rub that decadent cream on your legs and back one day too.) 

Pulling out your special bog of toys. (Investing in a quality bag to store your nightly enjoyment in is self-care as far as Dieter is concerned. He may need to check out that brand of lube, he’s heard about it, but hasn’t bought it because he’s familiar with the one he uses.)

In the second month, Dieter now not only masturbates watching you but also thinks about whether you like edibles. You’ve commented that you’re not a fan of smoke, no matter cigarette or weed. He could offer you some edibles to try out though, fruit flavors to start. Bravo makes it a point to ‘run into you’ around the building. At the pool, workout area, and mailboxes. You comment that see him often and maybe you should have lunch again, this time you’ll buy. Dieter insists that you don’t and more burgers are had, in his apartment. It’s an open concept, has a lot of light and you see his easel near one of the windows. 

Dieter’s too busy sipping his lemonade and trying to figure out if he’s going to offer grape edibles or apple flavor. He hears you gasp and ask, “What is this?” He now recalls what’s over there and scratches his exposed belly as he stretches an arm upward.

“What I imagine you to look like when you come. What do you think?” Bravo smiles as he walks over to you. Your eyes are fixed on the incomplete painting. The furrow of your brows, placement of your legs, and the surrounding color match those of your sheets, how would he know all of that?

“It’s fairly detailed. You even got my mole and my scars, those edibles help with that?” You both laugh and you take one apple and one grap from Dieter’s palm, chewing them both. 

“Maybe. No other questions thought, most would have a different reaction to this.” His surprise has you walk over to the couch and lie across it. It’s bizarre for sure, but endearing in a way. Plus the toys are only getting the job done but so well. Bravo moves his way over and stands before the couch above you, his breathing quickening as a bulge forms beneath his pajama bottoms. His large palms land on your thighs as he bends down to eye level with you.

“Wanna see if you can have me make that face for you Dee?”

[vinetae]

Y/n as a young babysitter of jimin's son where jimin is recently divorced. Y/n is a tease yet acts oblivious and jimin is obsessed with tiddies just like the child but for different reasons. Just porn with a little bit of plot.

Okay soooo this went in a WHOLE different direction buuuuut still has some really breast obsessed and smutty scenes!!!! My darn brain went- BUt wait. what if!-

IT HAD-

A PLOT???!!

I hope you enjoy it <;33

P.S: The app thing isn't accurate but hey we ain't here for the plot, ight?

Those two sentences (Red and yellow) at the top are the two sides of my brain talking to each other.

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Pairings: Single Dad!Jimin x Babysitter!Reader

Genre: Single dad!AU, Babysitter!AU, Angst, Smut, !!Age gap!!

Word Count: ??

Summary: Uhhh you already knowwww

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"Are you sure this is the right place, Yoon-mi? You glance up towards the apartment numbers nailed to the door.

'225'

You had been needing some extra cash every since you'd been laid off by your boss because you refused to sleep with him. Mr. Choi had always been a sleezy perv, it just took one last final time for you to walk away from it all. Only then, had you realized that number one; You had no more income for money.

Number 2; Rent was due.

Your friend Youn-mi had told you about this amazing babysitting service for you adults trying to earn some big cash. At first you'd been a little heistant. You'd always been around kids your whole life, so although you were amazing with them and they loved you, you had hoped to get away from them in your adult years. 

Only that had not been the case. 

It only took a few clicks of a button to set up your profile. Then, you'd been getting gigs left and right. Mom of 4 wanting a babysitter so she could go on vacation? Pass. Four is too much. Grandpa and grandma wanting a night out? Sure. Shit, someone already signed it. You'd scrolled for hours trying to find the right job to set up and sign. Just as you were about to uninstall the app seeming as it was a waste of time, a notification popped up on the screen. You slide down to check out the details. 

Name: Park Jimin.

Child(ren): Park Ji-woo.

Date for day: December 13th.

You shrug, clicking on the messaging icon before another notification popped up. 

Message from: PJMin

Details

You click on the message.

From: PJMin

Hello, I've reccently seen your profile and I'm very impressed! Would you mind if I asked you a few more questions, though?

You smile just a bit at the situation. 

How ironic. 

To: PJMin

Hi, thank you for your consideration! Ask away. 

A few minutes later, your phone goes off. 

From: PJMin

No problem. Actually, you logged on just in time. I've been needing a sitter for this weekend, and I loved your profile. So it says that you're 22, right? 

You don't see how your age is that big of a deal, but you decide to just go along with it. Deciding to change the coversation a bit so it doesn't sound like a dating app instead. 

To: PJMin

Yes. My mother ran a daycare just a few blocks from my house, so it's probably safe to say that I grew up there. She shut down when I turned 17 and now I'm here. 

From: PJMin

Trying to live out your glory days, right? Haha

You chuckle at his response. Eh, not really.. But rent was more important than being right for now..

To: PJMin

Haha, I guess you could say that. So how old are your kids?

From: PJMin

Kid. I have a 5 year old son. Something came up at work this weekend and I'm in desperate need of a sitter. When I saw your profile, I knew you'd be a perfect match. So, the big question; 

You pause, tilting your head as you await his response. A few seconds go by until he continues.

From: PJMin

How well do you like Thomas The Train?

One thing led to another and now you're standing outside his apartment door. Yoon-mi being on the other side of the phone. 

"Of course it's the right one, girl! And I know you'll do great with this. You were practically made for kids!" You roll your eyes at her exatreation. The one thing you didn't want to associate yourself with anymore is now the center of your income.

"Alright, I'll talk to you later." She waves goodbye before your press the red button, closing the app as you ring the doorbell.

A few minutes go by until you can hear something on the other side. Soon, the door opens to reveal a tall figure. The white collar of his button-down shirt sticks straight up as a loose blue tie fits snug around the base of his neck. He's trying to invite you in while in the midst of looping his tie in place. 

"Ah! You must be Y/n. Sorry about the wait." You flash your best employee of the month smile while making your way inside of the doorframe. Your eyes scan the lavish room. Cream colored walls stand tall adorning the white marble-tiled flooring. The contrasting dark sofa and lounge chair tucked in the corner had looked like it cost more than your whole apartment. The woven light fixtures dangle from the sunken LED-striped ceiling. The tone set to a tan-ish hue. Your eyes reach back to the man as a young child wraps his whole body around the man's leg. 

"Ah, Ji-woo. I told you not to do that in front of people-" The man reaches down slinging the child up into his arms as the young boy's set into a fit of giggles. The smile mirroring his father's. How adorable. They looked like the perfect pair. 

"I'm sorry- He's not usually this clingy." He holds out his free hand to offer a shake. You nod, reaching to meet his. You study the child's and his features as he shifts the boy in his arms. "You're Mr. Park, I assume?" You ask, hoping that this is the right apartment still. He flashes you a kind smile.

"Yes, but you can just call me Jimin." You nod, watching as his chocolate eyes light up at the sight of his smiling child. He swings the child around before dipping him down, mimicking a dropping gesture, sending them both into a fit of giggles. His eyes land back to yours.

"Thank You for doing this on such a short notice. I know some sitters on that app have to have at least a week in advance." You smile. "No problem. I really had nothing to do anyways. My boss kinda laid me off this week.." 

Shit, why are you sharing such personal information already?!?! Stupid! You barely know him!! He probably thinks you're some stupid sappy story now- will he fire me?

His expression switches to a concered look. "I'm sorry.. But hey, if you do well I might hire you for full-time." He smiles before handing Ji-woo to you. He immidiently clings to you, before burying his face into the crease of your breasts. Mr. Park's quick to react, scolding his child.

"Hey! Ji-woo- What'd I tell you about doing that to girls??" He reaches forward to stop his child's naughty antics. You chuckle at his cute expression. 

Ji-woo's..

Not Mr. Park's. 

Ji-woo sits up clinging onto you ever more as to not be picked up by his father again. "No!" He wraps his chubby arms tightly around your neck before sticking his tongue out at his father.

"Ugh, I'm so sorry.." Jimin reaches behind him, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. He's always been obsessed with.. uh.." You look down the back up to see Jimin's face tint with a light pink hue.

"Breasts?" You finish his sentence. He chuckles, a nervous tone clear in his chest. "Like father like son I guess.." You hear him mumble the last part, which makes it your turn to turn cherry red. After a few minutes of Jimin explaining all of Ji-woo's favorite things and allergies, it had been time for him to leave.

You both are standing by the door. You with Ji-woo wrapped around your small figure as Jimin's sliding his jacket over his shoulders. He grabs the keys before giving Ji-woo a peck on his cheek.

"You're welcome to anything in the fridge. His bedtime's 8:00 o'clock so I'd prefer if he didn't watch any cartoons at least an hour and a half before bed." You nod as gives Ji-woo one last look before he sighs.

"It's my first time leaving him alone like this.." You flash him an assuring smile.

"Don't worry sir, he's in great hands, I promise." A smirk tugs his lips at that sentence. His eyes no longer having any hint of sadness or worry. Instead, it's swirling with something else..

"Sir?" His steps close distance between the two of you. Ji-woo had gotten down long ago to go and play with his toys in the corner. Your hand had been on the door's edge as his tone is hushed and whispered.

"We'll have to work on that." 

____________

It was now time for Ji-woo's dinner. You'd decided to go with some easy gimbap rolls cut into little bite-sized pieces as to not be a choking hazard. The television had been streaming in the background, as you placed the last requirement of items down onto the dinning room table.

"Ji-woo, time for dinner!" You call out, scooting your chair until you're snug tucked into the table. A few minutes go by as Ji-woo walks into the dinning room. You flash him a teasing smile.

"Did you wash your hands, mister?" He smiles before nodding his head sharply.

"Yes!" You reach out to feel his cold hands bringing them up to take a whiff. Once you smelled the scent of vanilla and lavander, you help him into his booster seat. The apartment is quiet, as you both are enjoying a nice dinner together.

Only now could you see the resembelance between his father and him. The high bridge nose, the dark chocolate eyes, only Jimin's hair had been lightened a bit to match his irises. 

_____

Once it had been bedtime, Ji-woo helped you pick up his toys in the living room and his room before you'd decided that he had earned a bit of screen time before it was time to sleep. He walks into the living room, dragging a thomas the choo-choo train blanket behind him. He hops onto the couch before scooting over to lay his head in your lap.

"I like you, Y/n." You smile, caressing the crown of his jet-black hair. Brushing the cutely cut bangs out of his eyes, his eyelids start to flutter from sleepiness.

"You do? Well I have a secret to tell you~" You lean down to whisper in his ear, as he shoots up with widened eyes.

"What secret??" He bounces on your lap with anticipation. You giggle, trying to settle him down.

"Shhh, it's a REALLY big secret. Do you think you can keep it?" He nods profusely before clasping his hands together, beginning to beg.

"Pleeeeaaaseee! I keep it! Tell me tell me tell me!!" 

"Okay okay-" You lower your tone and head, whispering into his ear.

"I like you too." He smiles before tackling you, wrapping his whole upper body around your neck. The force would've made you stumble backwards if you hadn't been leaned against the couch. Once the energy is quiet again, Ji-woo replies while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"You're nicer than mommy.." Your eyebrows knit together in pain at his words. What had his mother done for him to say this?

He nuzzles his face into the crease of your chest before pulling his thumb into his mouth to suck on it. 

___

Once you'd settled Ji-woo into his racecar bed, you'd quietly made your way out of the room and began cleaning. First the kitchen, then the living room. Well, there hadn't been really anything to clean. This guy kept his place almost spotless.. 

You're almost finished with the last few dishes you'd been hand washing, until the beep of the front-door unlocking sounds through the complex. Jimin grudgingly walks into, sighing as he kicks his shoes to the side before removing his jacket, along with loosening his tie. He begins unbuttoning the clasps of his white collar shirt before noticing your presence.

"Oh shi- sorry.." He walks back over, fixing himself so that he's decent once more. You stay silent, resuming washing the dishes. He takes in a deep breath, settling down onto the chair that faces you. The tick of the clock echoes through the room, as you finish up the dishes. You turn back around before placing a small steaming cauldron in front of him. He looks up to meet your eyes, as you flash him a warm smile.

"And you cook too?" You chuckle, before joining him on the parallel barstool next to his.

"Just a little. I thought you'd might wanna eat something after work.." He smiles, blowing on the hoot spoonful before taking a bite.

His eyes light up at the delicious flavor.

"This tastes amazing. Thank You" He takes another bite, quietly letting a few moans slip out on the way.

"It's been so long since I've had real cooking.." He sighs, tilting the cauldron to the side to sip every last drop.

"Usually-" He places the bowl back down as he leans over the counter, setting it down into the sink.

"Usually I just order take-out either here or at the office." You smile, tilting your head to the side, admiring his exausted look. Barely noticeable eyebags slip droop under his eyes, as his cheeks turn rosy red from the spice of the soup. His straight, thick eyebrows curve into a mysterious shape. His eyes-

Staring straight into yours. 

You stutter, looking anywhere but him now.

"I-.. Sorry." Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a small smirk tugs his lips.

"Sorry for what?" He leans his face closer to yours, trying to get you to look at him again.

"Look at me, Y/n." Your eyes shift around the room. To the fridge that had been decorated with many arts and crafts from Ji-woo's early years. Over to the couch, onto the blank TV-

"Look. At me, Y/n." His finger lifts, tilting your chin until your eyes set dead on his. Your heart felt like it was going a million miles an hour. You knew he'd been very handsome from the beginning but this sight right now- His shirt halfway unbuttoned, giving you a sneak peak down the lines of his chest..

His tie falling loosely around the base of his neck.. His chocolate darkened irises burning into the center of yours.. His hair slicked back from sweat from a hard work day...

But you also noticed something else. 

On his left hand, a shiny silver band wrapped perfectly around his third finger. 

He knew where your mind had gone to. He wanted to make sure you knew what had happened. 

He sighs, leaning back to sit up. "I'm divorced." He reaches over the counter, grabbing a random beer from it's hiding corner. He cracks open the top, taking a sip from the tip.

"I'm sorry.." You can only respond with. He reaches over before sliding you a can yourself. You take the canister, not wanting to seem rude, but just toy with the cold can instead. He continues.

"Don't be. She was a horrible person from the start." He takes another sip before slamming the beer can down, sighing. He turns to look at you, shifting in his seat.

"She was never a good mother to Ji-woo anyways." He chuckles, a sad tone crossing his voice.

"You know she left Ji-woo here all by himself, just to go catch the new deals at Balenciaga? He was only six months old.." Your mouth drops open at his confession. He scoffs at your expression.

"Exactly. She was and still is a bitch. And that's not even the half of it.." Your eyebrows knit together in concern, as your hand unconsciously comes to rub at his left shoulder.

"I'm really sorry.." He sighs, leaning into your touch. Your fingers trail along the broadness of his shoulder before stopping at his bicep. The thick muscle protrudes through the thin material of his white button up that has the corner of your lips drooling.

His eyes, bare into yours as you watch a few tears slip from his ducts. The corner of his lip quivers at all that he'd been supressing for weeks on end. Ever since the divorce, he's never really had time to actually process the whole thing in the first place. He'd barely been able to cry himself to sleep at night becuase Ji-woo had wanted to sleep in his bed ever since the huge fight between him and Ji-soo. 

Your eyes wander over his towering frame. As your hand runs gently across his heated skin, each muscle in his body tense at your touch. With each passing second, his lips inch closer to the pad of yours.

His veiny hand comes to grace your cheek softly. His fiery touch torches each square inch of your skin. The burn taunts you. The plush of his bottom lip drags across your right cheek lightly, feeling the way his straight cut teeth bare a slight poke to your heated flesh. His free hand comes to rest on the round of your knee. The hot stream of breath brushes past your cheek, rolling onto the shell of your ear. 

"I.." You whine as the digits of his fingers dance up the plains of your thighs, resting on your cupped heat. Your breath hitches in pitch.

"B-Bad.." You whine, as he groans at the sound.

"Mmm, bad indeed." He smirks as butterfly-like kisses are pressed to the side of your cheek, trailing down your sharp jawline.

"N-No.. Mr. Park this-" He teases the hem of your jeans,  toying with the button that held the fabric together. His chest rumbles as a deep groan emits.

"Mmm, makes it sound like I'm your boss." He chuckles as his lips press deep kisses down the line of your throat.

"Ji-Ji-woo.." He grumbles at the name, hugging your body closer to his, as if you're sitting on his lap.

"Mmm, no baby. Jimin~"

You finally gather the strength to push him away, as your eyes flash towards Ji-woo standing in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Appa.." Jimin's neck whips to the side as he imidiently pulls away from you, walking over to pick up Ji-woo in his arms. His eyes switch from yours to his son's.

"Come on, buddy. Let's get you back to bed." You watch as Jimin walks back into his son's room to tuck him in for goodnight. 

A few minutes later, Jimin returns. He takes a glance around the room, noticing your lack of presence. A frown creeps his face. 

_

"And you did WHAT with him??" Youn-mi questions while slamming down her shot glass. You take in a breath, watching the bubbles in your coke slowly dissapear. "We didn't even do anything. It's just- well there was this thing.. and then he.." She drunkingly smiles, slurring her words around while taking back another swig. 

"Then you fucked, right?? oh PLEASE tell me you fucked!!" Your cheeks go red at her choice of words. You had reccived quite a few stares from bypassers from the level of her voice.

"No, we didn't." You swirl the end of your straw around your once chilled glass of soda. The bubbles dying down with their fizzling.

"We just- ugh, it's complicated!" She just laughs, leaning into your shoulder drunkenly.

"Girrrrl. Gimmie that phone!" She reaches into your bag, while you're laughing, trying to deflect her attacks.

"Ahah!" She smirks, easily typing in your passcode before swiping over the app she'd been more familiar with than you. She found his profile in seconds.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT, GIRL!! I would PAY to suck his dick!" You instantly snatch your phone, snapping at her with reddened cheeks.

"Yah! Remind me to change my passcode. I don't need you sniffing through my phone so easily anyways." Her mouth falls open as she oogles at her imagination.

"Y/nnn if you don't take that gig, I will!" You sigh, sliding your phone back into your purse before taking another sip of your now room-temp drink.

"I don't knowww. I feel like it's going to be weird if I go again.. He probably won't even ask-" 

"There!" She chimes, before flashing you something she'd sent. You squint, reading the text out loud. 

To: PJMin

Heyyy so I'm like UBER sorry about earlier and shit but if you're still DTF LMK 😉😉😉

"Youn-mi!!!" You yell at her, as she quickly dodges your attacks. "I'm gonna KILL YOU!!" She laughs trying to fight you off.

"Y/n if you hadn't fucked with him I would kill YOU!" You roll your eyes, trying to take the device from her hands. A you're still fighting tooth and nail trying grab your phone back from her grip so you can delete that god-forsaken text, your phone pings mid-fight. Your eyes both widen in sync as she shields you from looking at the screen, reading it out loud. 

"Y/n? This doesn't seem like you. Are you DRUNK??? AHHAHA OMG HE'S WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!" Your eyes roll the back of your head. 

You wished the world would swallow you whole. 

"Youn-mi stop it! I'll loose my job because of you!!" Another ping. 

This time, she turns the phone to you. You can't help but look down, as your eyes blow wide at the content.  You read back of what Youn-mi had sent prior. 

From: PJMin

Y/n, I'm serious. Do you have anybody that can take you home?

To: PJMin

You're more than welcome to 😉 

From: PJMin

I'm putting Ji-woo to bed. Where are you?

Youn-mi giggles like a 13 year old girl talking about her middle school crush. She balls her hands up while swaying back and forth, singing an off-tune song. "Y/n's gettin rich dick, Y/n is get-ting rich dickk" You hit her shoulder as she laughs. "Ow!" 

_

You never should've gone out with Youn-mi tonight. You practically had to call Jimin to explain that it was just your friend teasing you, and that he didn't need to waste time or gas for her stupid antics. 

You were more than just embrassed to show your face today. Once he knew that you weren't drunk off your ass, he texted asking if you were free the next day. His mom had planned to watch Ji-woo while he went out to sign somethings, but she had forgotten about her last minute dentist appointment. And on such short notice, you were the only one he could think of that would feel safe with watching his son. 

Trust me, he was just as nervous. 

Flashes from a few nights ago keep filling his mind. He never should've crossed that line for numberous of reasons. Yet, 

He somehow still can't get you out of his mind. 

"And this one is what color, Ji Ji?" Jimin coos as he sits with his son cross in his lap, holding out some blocks in front of them both. He bounces Ji-woo on his leg gently, as he flashes his father a 1,000-watt smile.

"Blue!" Jimin grins, rubbing the crown of his head, kissing his chubby cheek.

"My smart little man." As Jimin picks up the next colored block, the doorbell rings.

"Ooo, looks like someone's here~"  He lifts Ji-woo up, carrying them both to the front door. His eyes land on your own. However his gaze is set on an entirely different category of you. 

I.e the black tights that hugged your legs like he wished would suffocate him. A huge puffed scarf coiled around your neck like how he would wrap his own hands around your neck, taking your breath away. literally. 

The white button-up blouse you'd decided to pair with your color pencil skirt left his mind racing to the most lewd and unspeakable things. Yet, he keeps his calm demeanor. That's the thing about working in corperate. 

Number one rule: Never let them know how you're really feeling. 

"Y/n!" Ji-woo yells as he tries to reach out to latch onto you. Jimin watches as your bright and beautiful smile matches his son's, as you too reach out to hold him in your arms. Jimin internally melts at the simple gesture.

"Ji-woo! How's it been hanging, man??" You twirl Ji-woo around the little platform made for outdoor shoes, as Jimin just stands back watching the cute interaction.

"I missed you, bud! We're gonna have soooo much fun, isn't that right?" Ji-woo giggles at your tone as he rests his head on your chest. Once the fun's calmed down, Jimin watches as you finally take notice of him.

"Uhm.. Hi."

He flashes you a professional smile, which is actually breaking his heart to only do. If it was up to him, he'd have you against the navy blue and charcoal walls of his apartment already. 

"You're a bit early." He comments, watching as you slide your shoes off to the side before closing the door behind you.

"Yeah. Sorry about that. Darn traffic was terrific." You giggle, before walking over to set Ji-woo down in his booster chair. Jimin joins the two of you, watching as you begin making his breakfast without missing a beat. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to make Ji-woo like you more than me" He watches as your nose scrunches with your laugh.

"Whaat? Noo." It had all been fun and games until Jimin caught a glimpse of your cleavage when you had bent over, looking for a bowl to start breakfast with. The back of his throat goes dry at the sight. Ji-woo's smile burns a thousand suns while looking at his dad until he noticed something. 

"Appa, phone." the young boy points to his father's.. lower area, as Jimin quickly clears his throat.

"Ah okaaay. Ji-woo, why don't you go clean up the blocks in your room?" He frowns, pouting at the mundane chore he obviously didn't want to do right now. "But I wanna stay with Y/n-ma." You chuckle at the name.

"What's with the Ma?" Ji-woo flashes you a grin.

"I like the word ma. It's pretty like Y/nnie." Jimin watches as the simple compliment makes your cheeks go more red than a cherry tomato.

"Go clean buddy. You'll spend all day with her later." Ji-woo huffs before sliding out of his chair, walking to his room. You glance up to Jimin through thick eyelashes, silently giggling to yourself at Ji-woo's previous comment.

"Didn't know people keep their phones in the front pocket, nowadays. What is it, like a trend? The back's not good enough anymore?" You tease, as you crack as egg into the skillet. He chuckles rising from his seat as he reaches from behind you to grab something off the counter. You could feel the prominent outline of what Ji-woo had pointed out earlier, rearing itself barely into your ass. 

"Dunno, but.." He leans forward, the breath that falls from his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

"I prefer the back."

You quickly turn around, seeing as you're now trapped between his arms. both of his muscular and veiny limbs trap you in an embrace you're not sure you absolutely wanna leave. His head dips forward, as his gaze silently commands you to keep your eyes on him. 

"So.." He starts. His breath dancing along the outer lines of your lips before dissipating into thin air. 

"What was up with last night?" He questions, watching as your eyes flick back and forth, not sure what to focus on.

"My friend took my phone."

"No passcode?"

"Passcode. But she knew it."

"Then might wanna change it." 

"uhuh.." Your eyes peek down to travel the gentle dips of his abdomine that the tease of his hem-ed shirt had been allowing you. You hear the same cocky laugh as you had a few nights before. 

"Like what you see, baby?" 

You couldn't help but moan at the simple pet name. Everything had just been too overwhelming for your sense to keep up. 

And what happens when a fortress's walls get torn down?

Infiltration begins.

It felt as if you were a hot air balloon. Each of his words only fueling the fire that makes the object rise higher and higher until it feels as if the person is on cloud 9. 

His hands curve around your waist to pull you closer. Your bodies flush against one anothers as breth pattern begin to mix to form one beautiful, and dangerous taste. 

"Why don't I just take you on this counter right here baby. Bend you over and fill you up until your every breath," His finger slips into the tight elastic of your waistband, finding your immidiently. You gasp at the sudden movement. 

"Every word," His lips suck on the skin that sits right behind your ear, licking and tugging at the lobe while his fingers dance between your slick folds. 

"Every sound you make belongs to me." His hand comes up to cup over your mouth, as if he knew exactly when you were going to, and just in the nick of time. He coos, thumbing over the plump of your lip, dipping the tip past your lips before forcing his thumb down on the flat of your tongue. You moan, as his smirk widens.

"How 'bout I just stay home today, hmm? My mom can come by and pick him up." Your eyes flutter then flick wide open. You twist your body, as your sudden movements stop his own.

"What'd you just say?" He tilts his head at your question. A smile still presses his lips.

"What?" 

"You told me that your mom had a dentist appointment." 

Shit.

He laughs it off, leaning back into your arms, trying to re-ingnite the once burning fire. Your hands are quick to pull them from inside your underwear, pushing him back a bit as he stumbles. 

"Y/n I-" 

Your eyes now burn with something other than the once intoxicating lust. 

"You lied to me." 

His eyes go wide. "No- No! I didn't I-" You walk forwards, backing him into the corner. 

"You said your mother had an appointment."

"She did but-"

"You said she couldn't watch Ji-woo, and that you had nobody else you trusted!" 

"Y/n please I-"

He glances down, seeing that he's trapped between you and the counter's edge. 

"Just calm down-" 

You scoff at the realization. "I'm outta here." You storm off to grab your bag as he follows quickly behind. "Y/n, wait!" You turn to face him, anger firing away.

"I ain't your teenage wet dream of fucking your babysitter, Jimin! I came here to watch kids and get paid. Not fuck their dads like some kind of whore!"

He reaches out, trying to calm your raging tone. 

"You're not a whore, Y/n and I've never thought of you as one! This is NOT how I planned this, alright? It just kinda- happened! and it's not like you didn't need the money" You groan at his sad attempts.

"Money?! I'm not some kinda charity case for you to guilt into sleeping with after you hand out a few -might I add- HARD EARNED dollars!" 

His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you away from the door. His eyes burning with the same intense look as yours, just on different sides of the spectrum. He speaks again. This time, his tone is quiet and calm. Much like one he'd used for when being disappointed in his child. 

Only in this case, he's disappointed in himself. 

"I fucked this up, I really did. I never meant for you to feel like some sort of sex worker when all you've done is care for Ji-woo with the upmost love and affection." You can see tears welling up in the ducts of his eyes. A few already on their way out of slipping. 

"And I'm so thankful for that.. I'm the asshole and I only thought with my dick and there's no presentation in the world that can show how sorry I am for that.." You stop resisting so much, finally allowing the steam to settle off from your skin as he continues.

"My ex-wife really fucked me up and I know that's no excuse but- I just.. She had always been attacking me. Whether physically or mentally, with each day she took a piece of me with her and crushed it right before my eyes. So yes, I act like a dickhead because that's how I gaurd myself. So fucked up, right? Protect myself with sex and being a dickwad. But that first night when you cooked dinner for me.. it brought out a side I tried for months to hide. You.."

He leans in closer, as his once tightened grip on your wrist comes to take your hand loveingly in his. "You made me feel something I hadn't felt in such a long time.." He brings his hands up, kissing one knuckle on bot.

h of your hands.

"I just- wanted to show you how much your small gestures mean to me.." You scoff softly at his words, not fully believing it.

"I only cooked for you once. Are you that much of a simp?" He smiles, pressing his forehead to yours as his tone lowers.

"Maybe seeing you actually being nice to my child had something to do with all of it too.." Your eyes rolls back playfully.

"Yeah? How so?" A smirk tugs the corner of his lip, as his cheek brushes against the side of yours. His hushed whisper and hot breaths rolling down the shell of your ear sent chills up your spine. 

"Would it be wrong of me to admit that after you leave I have to go relieve myself in the bathroom because of the things you wear..?" Your bodies flush together, slowly backing up into the wall next to his front door entrance. Your steps in sync as his hips press into yours, leaving a small gasp to roll from your lips before his own swallow it whole.

"Relieve? Such a gentleman-y word. Can't just say jerk like every other man?" His smirk beams into your own. The tension in the room slowly transforming into lust.

"We both know," He leans to brush the skin of your ear before lightly pulling the flesh through his teeth.

"I'm not like every other man." 

Your lips barely brush his own as the alarm set on his watch starts blaring. His eyes bare into yours, before backing away, silently cursing at the slip of time.

"Shit.." He looks up, seeing as Ji-woo had crossed the lving room to sit at the table, patiently waiting his food. Your expression quickly changes from sultry to sweet.

"Well, have a good day at work," You turn back around, sending him a cheeky grin before winking.

"Mr. Park." 

_

6:00PM. What was the hold up? Jimin promised that he'd be back no later than 4. His mom actually had stopped by earlier and picked Ji-woo up for an afternoon picnic, so now you're just stuck at his apartment, cleaning up the mess you and Ji-woo had made that morning.

On your knees, you reach over to grab, throwing the stuffed animals and dinosaurs into the plastic bucket before starting on another one. You sigh, sitting up on your knees, taking a break from the back-throwing task. Your eyes finally can take a look around his apartment details. The beautiful art pieces sat flat against the tall, extending walls of the living area. The black sectional rimmed with golden tabs adorned the Teak finished flooring. Everything about this place screamed money.

Something your apartment could ever even dream of. 

You stand to your feet, making your way around to take a few good looks. 

The hallway had a similar design in colors and themes, with navy blue and charcoal gray walls standing around 10 feet tall, outlining the beautiful home. You look to the mahogany side table, noticing a few pictures placed carefully on top. 

Him holding what you could only assume was Ji-woo. His 1,000-watt smile beamed so brightly that you could feel the warmth just from a few colors and shapes on a piece of paper. 

The next had been trimmed with a thin gold outline; Him hold his 3-year old son upside down while standing on a beautiful, white-sanded beach, The sun setting perfectly behind the horizon, bidding their wonderful trip a goodnight for now. 

You could feel the tears starting to well in your eyes. 

Your parents could never really afford fancy trips like that. You only really ever got to leave the city when your dad had to make distant deliveries. He owned a small corner shop for small pastries and sweets. When mom had found out about the loans he'd hidden from her all those years, they had been around something like 200,000 dollars in debt. The only reason you know that guestimate? You heard your mother constantly ridicule and fight over it many nights when they thought you had been sleeping. Soon, she had enough and your parents divorced. She's now married to a guy named Dan and lives in Michigan somewhere. 

Your tears finally slip when you see the last framed picture. 

His wedding day. 

She had looked beautiful. 

She looked perfect. 

How could you compare? 

He looked 100 times happier looking at her than he did you..

You're so stupid.

This was all so stupid. 

His eyes creased, disapearing completely as he had dipped her low. Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly. 

They looked like the perfect couple. 

The perfect family. 

You look closer, seeing fancy jewerly adorning her neck and hands. In her hair, a golden clip-pin with flower petals and diamonds. Her wrist had a gorgeous golden small chained accessory that looked like it costed more than your entire apartment including the furniture. Her skin was like a doll's. Not an imperfection in sight. The smile they both shared had looked wider than anything you've ever shown. 

Your heart breaks at another picture posted up on the gray wall. 

He's bent down in the tall, green grass; kissing her rounded belly. Her white dress flows perfectly in the wind, while the flower crown had lost just enough petals to the strong breeze to look like a spring paradise. 

Suddenly, you felt digusting. The mirror hanging right infront of you made it even harder to look at yourself. Your pinned up greasy hair had fallen back slightly, making you look 50 years older. Your reddened and scarred face had too many bumps to count at this point. Your forehead look oily and some of your teeth were crooked. You force a smile, only to feel twice as worse. Your eyes switch back and forth between his ex-wife and your reflection. 

You felt angry. 

Broken. 

Digusted.

How were people born with perfect looks?? How do they automatically have perfect, straight white teeth and an updo fit for a majesty herself!

You let the anger take over, lifting the picture frame up before watching it smash into a million pieces on the hardwood floor. Your breath is ragged, as you fall to the floor. 

You couldn't stand looking at her smug face anymore. Her perfect teeth and smooth, silky hair. Her beautiful smile that could make any man fall to his knees. She could have anyone under her control just by a simple grin. 

And you hated that. 

_

Jimin watches as the clock strikes 7PM. 

finally.

He makes quick haste in packing up his things before walking out of the office. 

..

The familiar chime of the front door sounds as he clicks it shut, sliding off the uncomfortableness of his loafers. He sets the briefcase on his side bench, walking in to see his living room spotless. He walks around, trying to find any sign that you had still been here. He stops as a small glass shard pierces the sole of his foot. He groans lifting his foot to remove the shard. "What the.." His seeing your body plopped on the floor with about a million similar shards surrounding your sulking figure. He reach down, lifting the broken picture to see what had gotten you so upset. 

His wedding pictures. 

"I'm sorry.." He hears you soft cries, immidiently putting the frame down to level himself with you. "Not a big fan of weddings, I assume?" He teases, trying to see your adorable smile which he loved so much.

To his disappointment, you only had just repeated 'sorry' about a million times. 

"I'll clean it up.." You reach for the shards before he grabs your wrists, in making sure you don't injure yourself. 

"What happened, Y/n?" He asks, tilting his head down to try to catch your attention. His thumb and index reach out to lift your chin, gently making your soaked and red eyes to meet his. "What happened, sweetheart?" 

"I broke something.." You act like a child getting scolded by her parents. Your speech being heavily impaired by all of your sudden emotions. You weren't one to cry or breakdown like this. Hell, when you lost your job about a month ago, you barely shed a tear. You just pushed through and buried your feelings. 

'I'll deal with it later' was your mantra. 

He chuckles, giving you a soft, caring look. "I see that." 

"So why'd you break it?" You sniff, trying to calm your staggered breaths. "B-Because.." The inside of his palm comes to caress the heated red flush of your cheek, thumbing over the space under your eyes to dry. "Why can't you just work it out with her..?" He's taken back by the sudden request. He chuckles, thinking it's some kind of slight joke but when he sees the burning tears soaking your cheeks, he knows you mean business. 

"Some people aren't supposed to be together, Y/n.." You scoff at his counter. 

"Divorce fucks people up, Jimin.."

He sighs, taking a seat in front of you, crossing his legs.

"I know."

You finally glance at him on your own terms.

"You don't fucking know. Have you even considered how Ji-woo feels about it!? He's gonna blame himself! Wonder if he's the reason his parents broke up. And in his teenage years, he's going to be so fucked up from going back and forth from place to place he's going to consider if it's really worth living in this shit hole!!"

You watch his eyes widen at your words.

"Y/n.." 

You quickly rise to your feet, sniffing before placing the broken picture back on his side table. You dry the last bit of tears with the sleeve of your fuzzy over-sweater. "I've gotta go." He stands, blocking your way.

"Y/n, she's an unstable narcissistic person who needed serious help. Ji-woo is better off not having any contact with her."

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from having another episode.

"How would you know? I saw your family. Perfect parents who own a huge, successful business with millions of dollars income. While some of us had work our asses off, scrape what we can off the bottom of other's shoes just to be able to fucking EAT." He folds his arms across his chest.

"Is this about my marriage or my job?" 

"ALL of IT! ALL OF YOU! You're rich and sucessful. Someone like you spit on people like me!" His eyes pierce yours with a harsh intensity.

"Make up your mind, Y/n. Wanna bitch about my job, my family's wealth, or my fucked up marriage? Really, Y/N. Take. Your. Fucking. Pick." Your breath hitches at his tone.  He scoffs at your silence.

"Oh now you wanna shut up? Come on, Y/n. You picked this battle, now you've gotta fight for stance. Don't got anything to say now, huh? You're such a fucking brat, you know?" He watches as your tiny adam's apple bobs up and down. The back of your throat dries from the tension. 

"Don't just stand there, Y/n. Wanna complain about how I was born into such a perfect, wealthy family? Oh, or do you wanna bitch on how you just hate how rich I am because I too worked my ass off to get where I am! Just because I didn't grow up with your kind of situation, doesn't mean I didn't have my own shit to deal with."

Your teeth grind against each other at his bitter words. You'd never seen this side of him before. Not even when talking about his so called bitch-of-a-wife. 

"You don't know SHIT." You curse, pushing him with all your might, that only barely makes him move. "You gonna keep being a brat or am I gunna have to fuck this attitude out of you?" Your body freezes. He smirks, stalking your figure, now having you backed into some doorway.

"Such a loud mouth for a tiny girl. Who gave you permission to curse like this, sweetie? I know I sure didn't." Your silence only fuels his ego.

"What? Can't handle a little fight back, baby? Think I'll just get on my knees and do as you say? like all those little pussies of men you've fucked before? You might think you're the shit, darling,"

The back of your legs touch a soft material. His breath rolls across your cheek, sliding to touch your outer ear.

"But we all know you just want a real man to fuck you like his little princess."

You moan out, as his arms come to snake around your waist, gripping you tight.

"Was this in your plan all along? Getting me all worked up then seducing me with your cute little subby face?" A deep chuckle echoes through the room. Lust prowls the atmosphere like a rabid animal. 

"Thinking that I'll just fall head over heels for your cute face, and you'll get what you want?"

You shake your head, not even realizing that it's what you wanted all along. He chuckles at your compliance. 

"See? Told you."

He leans forward, whispering along the shell of your ear.

"All big and strong until someone actually puts you in your place."

His harsh words elicit a pitchy whine from the back of your throat. You reach up, trying to tug at the material of his button up. He smirks, removing your hands from his clothing.

"Nu-uh. You wanna act like a brat? You get punished like one."

He sits on the egde of his bed, manspreading his thighs for your viewing glory. His eyes narrow at yours, silently commanding you.

"Down." You start to lower yourself to the floor before he stops you, tsking.

"On my lap." You swing your leg over his lap before he stops you once more.

"Jesus, baby. Should've known you weren't one to listen." He pulls your body down, bending you over his knee as his hand palms the flesh of your clothed ass. He chuckles, lifting your skirt up to reveal your thin, high waisted pantyhose.

"What's your safe word, love?" You moan at his question. 

Damn. 

Who knew consent was so hot??? (Hell yes it is children)

"mmm, what was your ex-wife's name again?" You tease.

He growls at the mention, giving your ass a good slap before countering.

"Smart off to me again and I'll make this ass redder than Rudolph's nose. Now,"

He runs the flat of his palms smoothly across your clothed skin before sliding the hem of your pantyhose down.

"What's your safe word, again?" You lift your head slightly to look at him, flashing a cheeky grin.

"Red, sir." He lightly applies a smack to your ass.

"Good girl." 

His eyes beat down onto the exposed flesh of your ass. The plump and softness of the skin is slightly reddened from the first spanking. Before you're about to smart off again, he continues.

"How should we do this, hmm? Maybe match your spankings to how many times you rolled your eyes at me?" You squeal at the sudden impact being harshly applied to your cheeks. He immediately soothes the sensitive skin afterwards, rubbing the round of his palm onto the reddened flesh.

"Or how many pieces you broke my wedding frame into?" You moan out, shaking your head, refusing either one of those options. He chuckles, not giving you an ultimatum.

"No? But you were so confident earlier though."

He leans down, tilting your chin to turn to meet his narrowed gaze.

"Now are you going to behave or am I going to have to paint your beautiful ass every shade of red?" You shake your head, not wanting anymore. You had some experience with spanking and shit but-

Holy fuck did his hands hurt..

"I'm gonna need more than a few tears, love." You whine, feeling the slick between your folds duplicate in dampness. 

"No, I'll be good- I swear!" You moan out, feeling the sweet relief of his palms rubbing over your reddened cheeks. He smirks, grabbing a fistful of the plump flesh before giving it a little jiggle. 

"That's more like it." He stands, pushing you back against the bed. His index comes up to tilt your head, forcing your eyes to meet his. "You just wanna please daddy, don't you?" Your pussy clenches at the given-name. Though you hadn't really likes it in the pornos you'd seen before, you quite liked the taste when it came from his mouth. 

"Say it." He commands, as you rise to your hands and knees. 

"I want your cum to fill me up so good" He quirks an eyebrow. 

"Who's cum?" You moan at his tone. His voice alone could make any women cum in just a matter of seconds but when it was paired with that, 

HOLY SHIT.

"Daddy's." He nods, bringing your hands to unbuckle the clasp of his belt. Your hands make quick work of the material, watching as it falls to the floor, circling his ankles. 

"And who's your daddy?" You giggle at the word. It felt so wrong on your tongue but on his..

"You, daddy." That makes his heart swell. His hands wrap the leather belt around his wrists. A dark expression swirls behind his usual chocolatey irises.

"Lay back for daddy." You obey, watching as he leans over, wrapping the leather belt around your wrists, pinning you to the headboard. He leans back on the balls of his knees, admiring your beautiful figure. 

"Mmm, this won't do." His fingers trail up the inner of your thighs before ripping a huge hole into the black tights. You gasp, watching as he slips your mini-skirt from your hips, throwing it somewhere across the room. 

"Can't believe you wore this here.." He scoffs, palms rubbing up the inner parts of your thighs before setting on your clad light pink panties. 

"So fucking cute." He groans, running his digits through the thin material, watching as the light pink fabric turns a light gray. 

"How fucking dirty of you, baby. Soiling your panties? Why? Because you were thinking of daddy fucking your tight little pussy?" You moan, nodding quickly at his words. A chuckle rolls past his lips. 

"I bindded you, not gagged you. Use your big girl words, baby." You whine, feeling the pads of his digits making straight lines connecting from your clit down to your soaking core.

"Yes! I dreamed of daddy's cock every night! Wanting it in me so bad, daddy..!" He raises an eyebrow, not truly believing your words.

"Mmmm, so you didn't even touch yourself? You stayed pure for me? Because if you touched yourself, I'm gonna have to punish you for that, darling." His fingers tilt your chin to meet his eyes.

"Tell me the truth, baby. Did you touch your pretty pussy? Make it all wet like how I'm doing right now? Did you ruin yourself without me?"

You shake your head, legs twitching from the lack of his touch. "No! I stayed pure for daddy." The tip of your toe teases his clad underwear, running the sole of your foot along the outline of his hardened dick. He retorts, moving away from your touch.

"Not into feet babe." He comments, as your face turns a beet red.

"Me neither.." You both laugh at the silly fail. He sighs, palm running over the rounds of your knees, watching the way your breasts bounce slightly when he rocks your body.

"What are you doing?" You look down, seeing his narrowed eyes staring at your erect buds.

"Your body is like fucking Picasso, sweetheart."

You laugh at his comment, watching as his lips come to hover over the exposed bud.

"I hope it's not like fucking Picasso.." He rolls his eyes at your stupid joke.

"Don't ruin this, Y/n." You smile, watching as he takes the bud between his lips, while his other free hand comes up to toy with the bouncy flesh of your over breast. Your head falls back against his silk pillows, back arching from the way his tongues swirls your nipple.

He releases with a pop, licking the pads of his lips before speaking.

"Can't fucking wait for these to be filled up with milk.." Your eyes widen at his words. "W-what?"

His eyes glance up to meet yours. A softer expression paints his face.

"For our babies. God, to see you so big and pregnant for me- carrying my child- fuck." You giggle at his antics, wrapping your exposed thighs around his hips, grinding against his clothed angry cock.

"You already have a kid, baby." You reply, kissing the side of his neck, as he traces patterns into the skin of your under bust.

"mmmm, I'm just horny.." He chuckles, licking a stripe up along the erects of your nipple. You moan at the sensation, as he smirks, chuckling.

"My baby likes it when I suck her pretty tits?" He teases it back and forth between the space of his top and bottom front teeth, watching your every expression with focus. The way your face contorted a certain way with each direction, tug, and lick.

"Jesus, baby. You're so sensitive. Like a virgin." He chuckles, as you stay silent.

He rises, giving you a questioning look. "Baby are you.."

You gently nod, flashing a small smile.

"My major never really let me date any guys so I-"

"You're a virgin?"

You're starting to think telling him was a mistake.

"Yeah but I like thi-"

"How the hell am I so lucky."

His words stop you mid-sentence.

"W-what?"

He crawls up the plains of your curved body, hands trailing up to caress your cheek.

"I'm. So. Fucking. Lucky."

He whispers, while trailing his butterfly kisses all the way down to your navel. He glances up through his thick eyelashes.

"Anything else I should know?" You think for a second, before responding.

"I once tried using a bubble wand as a dildo."

He bursts out at this. Sitting up, his eyes cresant from his fit of giggles.

"Are you being serious?" He questions, wiping a tear from his eyes before laying back down, taking one of your breasts in hand to play with it.

"What's so funny?" You chuckle, not being able to help joining in with him.

"It was just- so random." He leans up, gently pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, before giving you an eskemo kiss as well.

"That was adorable. You're adorable." He reaches up to untie your hands, making your pout a bit.

"But I liked those.." He smiles, pecking a small kiss to your cheek.

"We'll get into that later. For now, let's just focus on teaching you-" You cut him off.

"Please don't tell me you're about to teach me how to have sex." He chuckles, nodding.

"This is like the best thing a man can do." You smile, pecking his lips, pulling his chubby cheeks in along with the kiss.

You can feel his smile beam against the passionate kiss, as he pulls away. "Your kisses are so soft, baby.." You pout, folding your arms.

"No no! It's a cute thing. So many people just go in and basically bite each other's tongues off - That was an exaggeration, sweetheart. I'm suing you if you try to bite my tongue off." You giggle, nodding while leaning back against his bedframe.

"Your kisses are so soft. Just saying" He takes his chi n in his hand, pulling you to seer your lips together once more. It had quickly escalated when he added tongue. You always thought the idea was a little gross but actually feeling it..

Holy shitballs.

He feels you moan against the kiss, as his hands comes down to toy with the cup of your breast. His other hand trails down to slip into the elastic of your panties.

"Ah-" You moan out, feeling the tip of his finger run along the entrance of your sopping core. He smirks, pressing kisses to the side of your cheek, all the way down to your collarbone.

"Does it feel good?" He asks, lips still attacking your neck. You moan, feeling the tip of his middle finger poke at your entrance.

"U-huh.. Feels weirder when someone else does- Fuck!" You feel the tightness of his whole finger stretching you out. Your velvet walls slicking his extended digit, while his kisses distract your from what pain he fears you might experience.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" You nod, hips meeting to grind up into the palm of his hand. He chuckles while adding another finger. You grip onto his shoulders, nails gently cratering soft creasant moons into his shoulder blades.

"Shit baby... You're so fucking tight.." You whine, wanting to feel more.

"Mmmm, good." He smirks, tugging at the loose skin of your ear.

"Mmmm, feels good?"

"u-huh! Oh fuck-" He adds his third finger as your body completely just melts at the sensation. Your hips now moving to straddle his lap while he just sits back chuckling.

"What's so funny?" You ask, grinding down onto his palm.

"You're so eager, that's what's funny. You're acting like a teenage boy, babe." You roll your eyes, reaching down between the space of you, wrapping your hand around the length of his cock. He quickly shuts up, taking a sharp breath as your hand just sits around his cock.

"I was trying to go slow, Y/n." You playfully scoff, leaning down to spit on his hardened cock, as you move your hand up and down his length. You watch as his exposed stomach now tenses up at your motions, admiring the way his hairline had a beautiful little glisten on it from sweat.

"If I wanted slow, I would've told you." He chuckles, moving a strand of hair from your face while thrusting his three lodged digits up until your sopping core. Your hand making quick work on his cock makes this virginity-loss session more like two teens scared to fuck so they just jack each other off.

"Then what do you want?' You questions, groaning at the feeling of your hand around his cock. Your fingertip dances gently around his angry tip, watching as the precum spills from his slit.

"I want you to fuck me." He moan as your hand had done a certain motion, practically making him Jell-O in your hands. s

"But vi-virgi-" You cup your hand over his mouth, shushing him while repeating the same motion that made him react that way in the first place.

"Fine, don't fuck me. But don't call it 'love making' either. I've heard that one too many times from my parents, I don't need to hear it while we have sex." He nods, as he flips the two of you over. His body towering your own, watching the way your eyelashes flutter a bit in the cool apartment AC air.

He looks over toward you as he's reaching inside his black and gold rimmed nightstand, pulling a tiny square packet from it's hiding spot. You laugh slightly, as he settles back in between your thighs.

"Wouldn't Ji-woo find that?" You question as he rolls the tiny latex rubber over and down his cock.

"Of course not." He reaches back over, flashing a black key that had been placed in a specific spot under the nightstand.

"It's locked." He smiles, reaching down to line himself up with your entrance. You take in a sharp breath as the tip pokes your sopping core.

He glances up, pressing soft kisses all around your face before leaning up. "You might bleed a little.. And it'll be painful for sometime, but after that it gets better." You nod, watching as the gray swirls in his eyes let you know that he's just as nervous as you are. Your hand comes to rest upon his cheek, which seemed to calm both of your nerves.

"I'm ready."

He nods, clasping his hand in your while slowly sliding the tip in.

Okay..

Not so bad.

You smile, feeling the pain starting to form.

Okay it's a little un-

"Fuck!" You moan out, imminently clasping your legs together, trying to stop him. Thankfully he stops checking to see if you're okay.

"I-.. Just hurt.." He nods, flashing you a small smile before kissing the tip of your nose.

"You're doing so well, baby. Being so good for daddy." You moan at the words, barely being able to feel the way he'd slowly inched his way in, until you felt the way his tip kissed your cervix.

"How do you feel?" He glances up, checking your expression to see if it's anything discomforting.

"It.. so full.." He chuckles at your lack of a structured sentence.

"That good, huh?" You nod, not even caring what he's teasing you about this time. Your hips grind up into his, feeling the way the ribbed condom slid against your ways.

"Oh.. my- fuuuck" His moans soon join yours as the speed of his thrusts pick up in momentum. His arms had braced themselves on each side of your body. A beautiful missionary pose if you do say so yourself.

"Oh shit baby- So fucking tight for me. fuuuckk" He groans, lifting your legs to wrap tightly around his waist, while your arms had snaked their way his veiny neck. Your head falls back, mouth gaped a O-shape.

"Oh- Ji- oh my god-" His grunts leave a pool of slick running down your thighs, which made this moment all the much hotter. Any pain that you had experienced had been long replaced with an ecstacy you wish you could feel all the time.

Your nails dig into the skin of his back, once innocent and cute creseant moon shapes now turned cherry red, with a few having drawn blood.

"Oh my god!" You hands come to stable by your hips, while leaning into your already fucked up position, thrusts hitting -somehow- even deeper before.

"Oh fu- daddy!" Your screams and skin slapping made fifty-shades of gray look like a disney movie. Along with Jimin's dirty but sweet talk, you had felt like you were on cloud nine.

"Oh fucking- shiiiittt baby. Gonna fill you up so nice. Fuuuck baby, look at your pussy taking me so well."

You moan, trying to switch positions. He pauses. "Something wrong?"

You nod. "I wanna be ontop." His eyes widen. "But- isn't that too kinky for right now?"

You pout. "Jimin so help me if you keep condemning me on how I can and can't fuck, I will leave here right now and you will have the WORSE case of blue balls in your life. " He immdiently flips around to that, laying on his back. You one leg over, straddling him lap. You reach down, guiding his cock around until your find your entrance.

"Oh- fuck that's not!- oh.." He groans, feeling an even tighter sensation from your back.

"Oh shit.." You laugh, taking it out before trying to line it up with your entrance. His wrist catches you.

"Baby if you want the worse UTI possible, I'd say go for it but let's just-" he reaches down, pulling the condom off. As he's reaching into his bedside table, you slam down onto his lap, cock being engulfed by your soaked pussy. He groans out, hands immediately coming to steady your hips.

"Jesus fu- baby you're gonna kill me.."

You smirk, guiding your hips along the trails of his cock, bouncing repeatedly. Going from fast paced to a slow, rhythmic pattern. His hands comes up to cup the rounds of your breasts, nipples being tugged at by his thumbs and index fingers. You glance down, chuckling at his position.

"You've got a breast kink.."

He smirk. "No, I've got a 'I wanna fuck a baby in you, please be the mother of my child' kink." That both sends you into a fit of tiny laughters, but the soon get replaced by moans and whimpers.

Mostly from your side.

"Baby I'm really gonna- no no no no shit- Baby I'm gonna cum!" You moan, hands reaching down to draw tiny circles into his hip bones and v-line as your thighs and pussy clench around his cock.

"Mmmm, can't tease me with a baby and break your promise, daddy." He groans, fighting with everything he's got as to not blow his load into your sweet pussy right now.

"Baby please- We can talk about that lat- fuck it!"

He flips you around in a matter of seconds. Your roots tightly coiled in his palm, while the other has reached forwards to grp one of your nipples.

"You want a baby so fucking badly? We're doing this my way." He leans down, thrusting his hips upwards into your pussy, watching as your sopping core engulfs his dick. He chuckles.

"My sperm, my choice of position." Your roll your eyes as his tugs on the roots of your hair, pulling you back to face him.

"Keep rolling your eyes and next time Imma shove that butt plug up your smart ass." You smirk, wiggling your hips as his thrusts start to become sloppy.

"You love my smart ass, daddy." He grunts, feeling the way his balls push up against your folds, slicking them even more.

"Fuck yeah I do. But," He tweaks your nipple in one hand, as you mewl out. "I love your fucking titties better."

You groan, burying your face into his satin pillows.

"Fuc-Fuck I'm coming!" He reaches forward, taking a hold on your clit likes it's dear life. The harsh circular motions send you into a fit of moans.

Psh, as if you weren't already in that.

"F-fuck- coming!" He moans out as you feel the hot rush of warm liquid shoot through your pussy. After a few moments he pulls out, admiring the Da Vinci like work he's done to both your ass and cunt.

He flips you over, making you lay upside down as your legs rest against the wall.

"What's this for?"

He smirks. "You said you wanted a baby, "

His lips capture yours in a spiderman like kiss.

"I'm gonna give you a baby."

He sits up, smiling like a little kid.

""Also I'm gonna call your pussy pac-man. Or.. pac-woman?" He laughs while cleaning up the sheets.

"Pac-pussy! Has a nice ring to it, don't chya think?"

______________________________________________________________ You know that I was thinking that this fic isn't long enough so I'm like- Lemme check the word count.

THIS MOTHER FUCKER WROTE 11,000 WORDS, 43 PAGES WORTH AND SAID IT'S 'NOT LONG ENOUGH'

omg I need sleep-

[burningexeter]

PITCH:

Attack On Titan: Deathwatch

An Adult Swim Original Series

Only On Toonami

What is it —

A full-blown American made animated sequel series to the Attack On Titan anime that is also a female-led spin-off starring Historia Reiss and Mikasa Ackerman as the protagonists.

CAST:

Trina Nishimura as Mikasa Ackerman

Bryn Apprill as Historia Reiss/Christa Lenz

Zelda Williams as Daniella Ryback

Kiefer Sutherland as Tobin Foster

Bruce Campbell as Brisco Walsh

Kirk Acevedo as Sam Vahue

PREMISE:

Four years after both the Rumbling and the Battle Of Heaven and Earth and one year after the epilogue, we find that the Queen Of The Walls is no longer Queen Of The Walls as we at first follow Historia Reiss, now going by her former alias 'Christa Lenz', who's currently residing in Manhattan, NY (yes, you read that right and you'll get the detailed explanation later) with her daughter Ymir, having put aside her crown and role as ruler of Paradis in order to give herself and her child a new life that's as ordinary as can be. But the chance at said new life and starting over doesn't come easy in any way, shape or even form as Historia is struggling to live a normal life with her kid as a modern-day person in the Big Apple for she's working an underpaid job as a hospital nurse, is already behind on rent, lives in a closed down bookstore she turned into a home and top it off, she owes debt to three dangerous people who are tied to the criminal underworld running drug trafficking in the big city.

It's through the latter that one of the three she owes payment to takes an interest in her and drags her into said underworld where after Historia betrays and (spoilers) shoots her the first chance she gets once she gets a sniff of enough money to pay off her debts and give both her and Ymir the life they want, the person reveals that not only (more spoilers) do they have grotesque regenerative and contortionistic powers but that said person is none other than Mikasa Ackerman herself.

Against her will and being given the same abilities as her, Historia is forced to not only marry Mikasa and be her wife but also be part of what Mikasa's been truly plotting only for it to unfortunately go south due to the effects of other storylines interweaving with each other and ultimately leads Mikasa down a path of redemption and letting go of Eren Yeager while it leads Historia down a path of hope and letting go of her girlfriend Ymir, her husband Wolfgang and her sister Frieda.

NOTES/TRIVIA/DETAILS:

• First things first, what's up with the modern-day Manhattan, New York setting? Here in Deathwatch, it's revealed at least here in the anime continuity that Marley and Eldia are only just ONE side to this universe as the rest of the world is perfectly fine and exactly as it is today with said rest of the world having completely ostracized Marley, their allies and Eldia in absolute horror and disgust but now after the events of the series finale, the modern world is now paying full attention to their side now that 80% of them were wiped out and the Titans are gone. This is introduced to us through Historia watching CNN on one of the hospital's flat-screen TVs.

• The show will not only go back to its grounded and grittier roots of the first two seasons of its predecessor as no matter how big and fantastical as it gets, it still remains somewhat grounded or grounded to some degree especially with the characters, action sequences and scenarios but also be done in the animation style of the first two seasons of its predecessor as well with Mikasa and Historia being in their S2 designs to which they fully acknowledge their new appearances.

• As for who the other characters are, I won't give anything away however I will only tell you about two to give you a good taste of what I'm cooking — Tobin Foster (Kiefer Sutherland) is at first what appears to be another criminal who is an enforcer keeping things in line only for it to be revealed that he's in fact an undercover FBI agent ready to take this drug operation down while Sam Vahue (Kirk Acevedo) is an escaped prisoner on the run who's not only guilty of his crime but is also used as a pawn in the chess game that the characters including Mikasa and even Historia are playing.

• Now let's get to the good stuff with Mikasa and Historia — here after the bird returned her scarf to her that Eren wrapped around her when they first met, Mikasa starts off as a totally different person but not in a good way. She's now a deadly and extremely dangerous bounty hunter who at first hunted and killed modern-day criminals and is currently working certain gangs against each other for her own gain. Top of that, her personality is different too.... she's cunning, smooth-talking, twisted, sadistic, boisterous, vile and controlling with a dark sense of humor and enjoys tormenting Historia. At least, that's how she starts off. For as it goes on, Mikasa begins to open up to Historia once she realized she and her have a lot in common with each other and starts showing a softer side to her. It's this softer side that romance begins blossoming as well in this dark underbelly. They start becoming a genuinely loving and caring couple with Mikasa doing whatever it takes to protect Historia, her beloved wife. It's shown that the two of them, despite their horrifying start at the beginning, do truly love each other and end up becoming a power couple right down to where whenever one of them is in trouble, the other is always there to get her out of it.

• Others added into the mix are flat-out horror elements, the animation being more expressive and fluid, Mikasa's body movements being cat-like, it having brutal but grounded violence on the same level of something like Oz and Bound, the fourth image above being the looks and outfits of Mikasa and Historia and last but not least also showing flat-out sex and full-frontal nudity.

• Just for fun, both Mikasa and Historia will have their bumbling, screw-up and boobish moments like these three examples throughout to show that they're anything but perfect yet it makes sense in the context of the show because Historia is getting back into any sort of actual action before she became Queen and Mikasa thinks that she's been through so much and has fought against so many odds that she makes no mistakes at all.

• Another thing just for fun is that there will be a few easter eggs here and there sprinkled in from other media that anyone whose a fan of all sorts of different types of said media can catch quickly. For example, Historia uses a black Egyptian book to beat a certain character on the head multiple times.

[8day-bet]

Top 5 Legendary Casino Heists in History

Welcome to the thrilling world where risk meets reward – the realm of casino heists. These audacious endeavors have become legendary tales, weaving together elements of cunning strategy, daring execution, and a dash of luck. In this blog post, we'll delve into the top 5 legendary casino heists that have left the gambling world spellbound and law enforcement scratching their heads.

The Stardust Job: A Dazzling Heist

Our journey begins in the heyday of Las Vegas, circa 1992. The Stardust Casino, with its glitzy exterior and opulent interiors, became the target of a group of audacious thieves. Their plan was as elaborate as a heist could get, involving inside information, meticulous timing, and a touch of old-school Vegas charm.

The crew managed to infiltrate the casino's count room, where they swiftly bagged an astonishing $3 million in cash. What set this heist apart was not just the sheer amount stolen but the finesse with which it was executed. The robbers disappeared into the neon-lit streets of Las Vegas, leaving a trail of mystery that endures to this day.

Bellagio's Ballet of Bandits: Ocean's Eleven in Real Life

Inspired by the Hollywood blockbuster "Ocean's Eleven," a group of thieves decided to bring the glamour of the silver screen to life at the Bellagio Casino in 2000. This heist was no ordinary caper; it was a performance orchestrated with precision.

The thieves, led by a mastermind known as "Mr. Ashley," managed to exploit a flaw in the Bellagio's security system. They swiftly disabled the cameras, outsmarted the guards, and made off with an impressive $160 million in cash, chips, and bonds. The audacity and finesse displayed by the Bellagio bandits mirrored the charisma of their cinematic counterparts.

The Crown Jewels of the Riviera: The Carlton Heist

Our next stop takes us across the Atlantic to the French Riviera in 2013. The Carlton Intercontinental Hotel, known for its luxurious accommodations and high-stakes clientele, became the backdrop for one of the most daring jewelry heists in history.

A lone gunman, clad in a baseball cap and scarf, brazenly strolled into the hotel lobby and seized an estimated $136 million worth of jewelry. The thief vanished into the summer night, leaving both the French authorities and the global media in awe of the audacity and simplicity of the heist.

The Ritz-Carlton Rubout: A Crime of Precision

In 2018, the Ritz-Carlton in Berlin became the stage for a meticulously planned heist that could rival any Hollywood script. A group of thieves meticulously dug a tunnel from an underground garage to the nhà cái 8day vault, avoiding detection for weeks.

The crew, armed with power tools, managed to break into the vault and make off with over a million euros in cash. What set this heist apart was the sheer precision involved – a testament to the meticulous planning and patience required for a successful casino robbery.

The Inside Job: The Banco Central Heist

Our final heist takes us to Brazil in 2005, where a group of thieves executed a plan that was nothing short of a modern-day "Ocean's Eleven" plot. The target? The Banco Central in Fortaleza, home to Brazil's central bank and its vast reserves of cash.

The thieves spent months digging a tunnel that extended for over 78 meters from a rented house to beneath the bank's vault. The heist, executed over a weekend, resulted in the theft of approximately $70 million. The audacity and scale of the Banco Central Heist make it a standout in the annals of casino history.

Conclusion:

These legendary casino heists remind us that sometimes truth is stranger, and more thrilling, than fiction. The allure of massive fortunes, meticulous planning, and a touch of daring has inspired countless individuals to take their chances against the house – and sometimes come out on top. While these tales may be a source of fascination, it's important to remember that crime doesn't pay, and the vast majority of us are better off enjoying the excitement of the casino legally. So, the next time you're tempted by the thrill of a heist, why not try your luck at the roulette table instead? After all, the house always has the odds in its favor.

[c0rpsedemon]

apart from the into the woods incident, my mom's other most based theatre moments include that time she got me a dvd of cats 1998 w absolutely no notice (i was like 7 and didn't know what tf a broadway was but you can bet i was trying to copy the dances in the living room for hours on end), that time she rented a copy of cats 2019 from redbox to see it for herself (despite having refused to take me to see it in theaters a few months prior bc she didn't want to spend money on a hatewatch) and made me turn it off bc of how awful it was less than 3 songs in, that time i got home from school and she told me to get dressed bc we were going to go see cats in boston w absolutely no notice (it ended up being my all-time favorite performance i've ever been to, to the point where i had a whole plan to get my dad to take me to see their last show in boston the next day but his gf had just dumped him so needless to say it wasn't happening), that time i, unaware of the horrors of tom hooper, really wanted a dvd of the les mis movie to watch and so she gave me the (far superior, honestly my all time favorite version of les mis) 10th anniversary concert instead, and that time we went to see anastasia in boston and she told me completely unprompted that she thought the girl who played anya in my school's production of anastasia was better than the professional actress (i also thought this but i wasn't going to say this bc i'm self aware enough to realize the bizarre muse complex i had/have surrounding this girl i've talked to maybe 5 times tops isn't normal. i also thought our sets were better bc we had. y'know. actual sets instead of led screens w powerpoint transitions but whatever)

[senditcolton]

serendipity

summary: when Delaney Peirce gets trapped in an elevator with a handsome stranger, could it be another weight to an already terrible day? or is it the start of something beautiful? (sponsored by @antoineroussel​​‘s surprise prompts)

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Delaney Peirce was lost.

Not literally. In truth, despite moving to Long Island only a little over a week ago, she managed to find her way around the city easily enough.

But she was lost in every other sense of the word. And she hated it.

Every since she was little, she always believed in herself and thought every step she took was the right one. She knew who she wanted to be, where she wanted to live, and how her life was going to look. She moved away from her hometown of Scarborough, Maine as soon as she was done with college, all the way to Los Angeles, the City of Angels. That was where she was going to make it.

The star chef of a high-end restaurant.

Needless to say… it didn’t work out. For multiple reasons, reasons for which she didn’t want to dwell on now. She had already replayed her entire life journey back in her apartment in LA, feeling utterly defeated, as well as giving her new therapist an entire recap only 30 minutes ago.

All she wanted to do now was get back to her apartment, finish unpacking the few remaining boxes and put the finishing touches on her apartment, cook a quick dinner with the groceries she just bought, and then cuddle up with a glass of wine and her golden retriever Nora.

Delaney swept into the foyer of her apartment building, giving a quick nod to the doorman before heading to the already open elevator, the fresh batch of sunflowers sticking out of the top of her grocery bag. As the elevator doors close behind her, Delaney turned to press the button to her level when she realized that it was already lit. It was only then when her attention turned away from the frustrations in her head towards the world around her. And noticed the other person leaning against the wall.

She didn’t recognize him although that wasn’t uncommon. It was a large apartment building and even when she lived in LA for a few years, she never learned who her neighbors were back then. She wouldn’t be surprised if it was the same way on the opposite coast. There was also no guarantee that this person was a neighbor. He easily could be a friend, just visiting. Although, the large suitcase standing next to him did weaken that reasoning.

The stranger was cute though, from the little she could see of him. He had his eyes locked to his phone; his face partially obscured by the Yankees baseball cap pulled low on his head. But that didn’t hide the cut of his jaw and the rich black hair sticking out from the bottom.

He shot a quick glance up at her, the flash of his hazel eyes connecting to her. Delaney quickly tore her gaze away, focusing instead on the small LED screen near the top of the elevator, watching as the numbers ascended, not nearly fast enough for her liking.

Then, as if the elevator itself heard her complaints, it gave a shudder and suddenly stopped.

“Oh, come on, this can’t be happening,” Delaney mutters underneath her breath, hitting the number 7 button again, trying to force the lift back to life.

“It happens a lot, actually,” a voice calls from the other side of the elevator and Delaney looks over to see the dark-haired stranger already looking at her, a bemused smirk on his face. “You’d think for how much they charge rent they would get a better elevator,” he continues, a whisper of laughter in his voice.

“Yeah,” Delaney replies, letting out a small huff of laughter herself. “Does it… get fixed quickly?”

Instead of a verbal reply, Delaney watches as the stranger pushes himself off the wall and walks over towards her. It takes longer than she would care to admit to realize that he was headed towards the elevator buttons, which she was standing in front of. She took a quick step back, just to allow him space but even then, it wasn’t as much as she hoped because the handsome stranger leaned over, slotting himself in between her and the wall.

Delaney tries not to focus on the scent of his cologne flooding her senses and instead turn her head to the side, her eyes attempting to find another thing to concentrate on. Unfortunately, the place where he eyes land are on the stranger’s hand, the one gripping the side of the elevator door for balance, and Delaney can’t stop herself from tracing his veins with her eyes. Her flustered concentration is finally broken by the sound of a faint alarm ringing and she watches as the stranger rights himself, his steps backtracking to his original position.

“Usually, pressing the ‘open door’ button helps reset it but not this time apparently,” he explains, to which Delaney gives a small nod of confirmation. “Guess we’ll just have to wait.”

“How long?”

“Who knows.”

“Great,” Delaney huffs, her head turning skyward in frustration. “That’s just perfect. Another fucking thing I have to deal with.”

“Bad day?” the stranger asks. Delaney assumes that he is just being cordial, his laissez-faire attitude to the current situation being the only indication of his actual personality. But when she looks over and connects her eyes with his once more, she is shocked to find a glimmer of what seems to be actual concern. It catches her off guard, to say the very least.

“No, it’s just…” Delaney pauses, trying to piece together a sentence that would justify her outburst and satisfy the curiosity of the man next to her. “I just have ice cream in here,” she replies, gesturing to the grocery bag swung over her shoulder, “and now it’s probably going to melt.”

“Sorry. That must suck.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Delaney sighs, collapsing against the elevator wall before slowly sliding down until she was sitting on the elevator floor, her legs splayed out in front of her. She looks up towards the LED screen above the door, willing the number to magically start moving, not paying attention to the shuffling of the stranger. Not until she feels something knock against her shoe. Looking over, she notices the man has also situated himself into a sitting position across from her, his legs slotting next to hers in the cramped space of the elevator.

“I haven’t seen you around the building before,” he says, his eyes locked onto her frame. “Are you a new tenant or just visiting someone or…”

“I moved in about a week ago,” she replies.

“Ah, that explains it. I’ve been out of town so that’s probably why you don’t seem familiar.”

“I mean, it is a pretty big apartment complex. Do you make a habit of knowing everyone in the building?”

“Only the pretty ones,” he replies. Delaney raises her eyebrows and it takes a moment before she sees his face falter as he comprehends his words. And she can’t help but start to laugh as his expression shifts from confident to flustered.

“Wait. Shit. That sounded a little creepy.”

“Yeah, just a little bit,” Delaney teases, a few giggles escaping her.

“Can I just start over?” he asks, those hazel eyes looking at her once more.

“I mean, we are stuck here for however long. So, you have infinite chances to make a better impression than your first one.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckles before reaching a hand out to her. “I’m Mat.”

“Delaney. Delaney Pierce,” she replies, taking his hand and shaking it.

“Delaney. That’s a cool name.”

“Thank you. Or, well I guess you should thank my parents since they’re the ones that came up with it,” she laughs. “Matt on the other hand is unfortunately dreadfully boring.”

Mat raises his hand to his chest in false offense, the playful scoff coming out of his mouth at her words.

“Ugh, I am terribly sorry for not having as cool of a name as yours. However, would my name be more interesting if I tell you it’s spelled with only one T?”

“Only one T? As in M-A-T?”

“Yep.”

“I guess? Only now all I’m thinking of is, like, bath mats.”

“Oh, well, I guess that works.”

“It does make you a little more interesting,” Delaney offers. The combination of the genuine sincerity and the edge of teasing in her voice makes Mat laugh once again.

“I’ll give you that much,” he concedes. “So, what are you doing in New York?” Delaney lets out a small huff of frustration. “Long story?” Mat asks in response.

“You have no idea,” she replies. “One that I feel requires me to either have chocolate or alcohol to tell to a stranger.”

“Well, I mean,” Mat begins causing Delaney to look over at him in question. “We’re probably going to be in here for a while and you did mention that you had ice cream that was probably going to go to waste.”

“True…” Delaney replies. “But I don’t have any utensils to eat it with.”

“Hang on,” Mat says and Delaney watches in confusion as he grabs the duffel bag perched on top of his suitcase. He rummages through the pockets for a while before triumphantly pulling out a plastic wrapped set of disposable utensils. He hands them over towards her and Delaney can’t help but notice the excitement in his eyes as she takes them from his hand.

“Well, the ice cream isn’t chocolate,” she hesitates, looking back towards Mat. She watches as his excitement falters and to her surprise, it makes her heart pang. Mat was the first person she met in the area that showed genuine interest in getting to know her. Who was she to deny… a friend?

“But,” she says, smiling when Mat’s eyes jump back to her, “it’s as good enough as anything. Only one thing,” Delaney continues pulls out the small pint of ice cream from her grocery bag, peeling off the plastic along the edge. “I am not eating this entire pint of ice cream by myself. Would you like to split it?”

Delaney laughs as she watches Mat stoops forward to read the name plastered on the front of the carton, a smile appearing as he reads the words.

“One of my favorite flavors,” he tells her, sitting back up. “I would be honored.”

“Perfect,” she replies, ripping open the plastic utensils and handing him the spoon.

“Wait, you’re eating ice cream with a fork?” Mat asks, noticing the utensil in her hands.

“Would you prefer for me to use the knife?” Delaney teases, peeling the top off the ice cream and confidently stabbing into the frozen treat, scooping up a nice mouthful before looking over at Mat, one eyebrow quirking up in challenge.

Mat simply laughs, slightly raising both of his hands in concession before taking his own spoonful from the carton sitting in between them.

“So, Delaney Pierce,” Mat begins, leaning back against the elevator walls, “tell me about yourself.”

Three Months Later

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LED Screen Rental in Singapore: A Game-Changer for Event Visuals

In Singapore’s vibrant event industry, LED screen rental has become a popular choice for organizers looking to make a lasting impact. Whether it’s a corporate event, product launch, concert, or exhibition, LED screens are a powerful tool for creating immersive experiences that captivate audiences.

One of the biggest advantages of LED screen rental in Singapore is its versatility. LED screens come in various sizes and configurations, making them suitable for both indoor and outdoor events. For example, an outdoor festival may require a large, weather-resistant LED screen to display live performances, while an indoor conference may benefit from smaller, high-resolution screens to present slides and videos with crystal clarity.

LED screens also offer flexibility in content delivery. They support high-definition video, live streaming, and dynamic graphics, ensuring that your message is communicated effectively to your audience. This is particularly important for events where visual impact is key, such as product launches or exhibitions, where first impressions matter.

In a city like Singapore, where events often require top-tier technology, renting an LED screen can be more cost-effective than purchasing one. Most rental services offer a complete package, including installation, technical support, and operation during the event. This allows organizers to focus on other aspects of the event while ensuring that the visual presentation runs smoothly.

In conclusion, LED screen rental in Singapore is a smart choice for anyone looking to enhance their event with cutting-edge technology. It not only boosts audience engagement but also provides a visually striking element that sets your event apart. Whether it’s a large-scale concert or a small corporate gathering, LED screens offer the flexibility and impact needed to make your event a success.

[partybus11]

How to Choose the Perfect Birthday Party Bus in DC

Planning a birthday party is always exciting, but the logistics can sometimes be overwhelming. You want to ensure that your guests have a memorable experience, and one way to guarantee that is by renting a birthday party bus. Whether you're celebrating a milestone birthday, a child's special day, or a casual gathering with friends, a birthday party bus rental in Washington DC offers a fun, luxurious, and hassle-free way to celebrate.

Why Choose a Birthday Party Bus?

If you're considering a birthday party bus rental in Washington DC, you're already on the right track to making your event special. A party bus allows you to celebrate while traveling, eliminating the need to coordinate transportation for a large group. You and your guests can relax and enjoy the amenities of a luxury vehicle without worrying about traffic, parking, or navigation.

Some key reasons to choose a party bus for your birthday celebration include:

Convenience: With a party bus, everyone travels together, eliminating the need for separate cars and directions.

Entertainment on the go: Many party buses come equipped with LED lights, top-tier sound systems, and even dance floors, so the party never stops.

Memorable experience: A party bus elevates the experience, making your birthday celebration feel more special and luxurious.

Determine Your Group Size

Before you can choose the perfect birthday party bus rental in Washington DC, you'll need to have an idea of how many guests you'll be inviting. Party buses come in various sizes, so you'll want to make sure you choose a bus that comfortably accommodates everyone without being too large or too small.

Some typical options for party bus sizes include:

Small buses: Ideal for intimate gatherings of 10-15 people.

Medium buses: Perfect for medium-sized groups of 15-30 people.

Large buses: Can accommodate larger groups of 30-50 guests.

Knowing your group size ensures that you book the right vehicle for your needs. ADC Party Bus offers a variety of buses to suit any group size, providing comfort and plenty of space for everyone.

Choose the Right Amenities

Not all party buses are created equal. Depending on the type of birthday celebration you're hosting, you'll want to make sure the bus you choose has the right amenities. Here are some popular features you might want to consider:

LED lighting and dance floors: These are perfect for a high-energy party atmosphere.

High-quality sound system: To keep the music pumping all night long.

Refreshment stations: Many party buses have coolers or bar areas where you can store drinks and snacks.

Comfortable seating: Plush leather seats or lounge-style seating can make your guests feel extra comfortable.

TV screens: For watching movies or videos during your ride.

When booking with ADC Party Bus, you can customize your experience by choosing the amenities that matter most to you. Whether you're planning a wild night of dancing or a relaxed, classy celebration, the right amenities will make your birthday party unforgettable.

Consider Your Budget

Your budget is an important factor when choosing a birthday party bus rental in Washington DC. Party bus prices can vary depending on the size of the bus, the duration of the rental, and the specific features you choose.

Some tips for staying within budget include:

Set a clear budget ahead of time: Knowing your budget helps you avoid overspending and ensures you select a party bus that fits your needs.

Book in advance: Rental companies often offer better rates if you book early.

Consider off-peak days: Weekdays or off-season dates can often be more affordable than prime weekend times.

Ask about package deals: Some companies, including ADC Party Bus, offer special packages that include extra amenities or discounted rates for longer rentals.

While it's important to keep your budget in mind, don't skimp on essential features. After all, the goal is to create a memorable experience, and sometimes paying a little extra for the right amenities is worth it.

Plan Your Itinerary

Once you've selected the perfect party bus, it's time to plan your route. One of the advantages of renting a birthday party bus in Washington DC is the flexibility it offers. You can plan stops at popular destinations, bars, restaurants, or scenic spots around the city.

Some popular birthday destinations in DC might include:

The National Mall: A great spot for photos and sightseeing.

U Street Corridor: Known for its vibrant nightlife, perfect for bar hopping.

Georgetown: Offers a mix of upscale dining, bars, and scenic views.

Adams Morgan: Ideal for a fun, laid-back night of drinks and dancing.

No matter where you decide to go, make sure you coordinate the route with the party bus company. ADC Party Bus can help you plan a route that maximizes your time and ensures a smooth experience from pick-up to drop-off.

Safety and Reputation

One of the most important factors to consider when renting a birthday party bus in Washington DC is safety. You'll want to ensure that the company you choose has a good reputation and prioritizes the safety of its passengers.

Here are some ways to check if a company is reputable:

Read reviews: Online reviews are a great way to gauge other customers' experiences with the company.

Ask for references: A reputable company should have no problem providing references from previous customers.

Check for proper licensing and insurance: Ensure the company and its drivers are properly licensed and insured.

ADC Party Bus has a stellar reputation for providing safe, professional, and reliable service in the DC area. Their drivers are experienced and trained to ensure you and your guests have a worry-free birthday celebration.

Make a Reservation Early

Booking early is crucial, especially if your birthday falls during a busy time of year. Party buses are in high demand for events like weddings, proms, and corporate outings, so locking in your reservation as soon as possible is essential to ensuring you get the bus you want.

ADC Party Bus makes it easy to reserve your birthday party bus rental in Washington DC. You can contact them directly through their website to check availability and secure your booking.

Tips for a Memorable Birthday Party Bus Experience

Now that you've chosen the perfect party bus for your birthday celebration, here are a few final tips to ensure the experience goes off without a hitch:

Create a playlist: Music is the key to setting the mood. Be sure to create a playlist of your favorite songs that match the vibe of your celebration.

Plan for refreshments: While many party buses have coolers or bar areas, it's a good idea to stock up on drinks and snacks for the ride.

Coordinate with your guests: Make sure everyone knows where and when to meet the bus to avoid any delays.

Set some ground rules: While the party bus is a place for fun, it's important to set a few ground rules to ensure the safety and comfort of everyone on board.

With these tips in mind, you're ready to throw an epic birthday party that your friends and family will talk about for years to come.

Conclusion

Renting a birthday party bus in Washington DC is a fantastic way to celebrate in style, offering convenience, luxury, and non-stop fun. By following these steps—determining your group size, choosing the right amenities, planning your budget and itinerary, and prioritizing safety—you can ensure that your birthday party is a memorable experience for you and your guests.

ADC Party Bus provides top-tier service with a range of party bus options that cater to any birthday celebration. Whether you're planning an intimate gathering or a full-blown party, choosing the right bus and planning ahead will make your birthday unforgettable. Contact us today!

[jonaleddelhi]

The Complete Guide to LED Display Rentals: Lighting Government, Hospitals, and Event Locations

Keeping ahead of the curve in communication is absolutely critical in the visually-driven, fast-paced society of today. Whether you're planning a government function, running a busy hospital's communications, or throwing a lavish gala, one tool has always proved its value: LED displays.

LED displays have transformed our communication by their sharp, vivid images and unmatched adaptability. These digital wonders abound, from sleek indoor configurations to massive outdoor advertising. However, owning such technology is not always practical. Enter LED display rentals—an affordable, flexible solution that delivers the full power of modern display technology without long-term investment.

But what exactly makes an LED display the ideal choice for governments, hospitals, and temporary events? Why rent rather than buy? Let’s dive in by understanding the nuances, benefits, and game-changing potential of these brilliant screens.

Problem: Communication Gaps in High-Stakes Environments

In all fields—government, healthcare, events—communication is essential. Still, all too often the conventional approaches just fall short. Not only are obsolete digital displays, static posters, or worse paper-based systems ineffective; they also lack the impact required to grab attention.

Imagine this:

In a government setting, a mayor is delivering a groundbreaking speech at a city hall rally, but the crowd can't clearly see or hear due to inadequate visual aids.

In a hospital, critical emergency information, room updates, or even public health announcements are lost in the hustle and bustle because the screens used are outdated and poorly positioned.

Your brand spends thousands on the venue and décor at a corporate event, but without excellent visual displays, the presentations are boring and forgettable.

These communication breakdowns are more than just annoyances; they can cause uncertainty, inefficiency, and, worst-case compromise of public safety.

Agitation: The Consequences of Falling Behind

Now think about the consequences of these communication gaps.

In a government setting, inadequate communication tools can cause confusion and chaos during elections, public rallies, or press conferences. A municipality might host a large event, but the small, outdated digital signs can’t be read beyond a few meters. This results in disengaged audiences and missed opportunities to convey important messages.

In hospitals, the stakes are even higher. Patient information, critical updates, or real-time health statistics may not reach staff and visitors in time, especially in large medical complexes. Lack of clear displays could result in slower response times, poor patient experience, and in extreme cases, medical errors.

It creates a bad impression when attendees cannot clearly view what is being shown—or worse, when images seem out of current. Diminished attendee engagement, a bad user experience, and possible financial loss as the event falls short of expectations follow from this as well.

The audience is left underwhelmed, uninformed, or, worse, misled without top-notional display technology. This is where LED display screens can shine—both literally and figuratively.

Solution: The Rise of LED Display Rentals

Now, here’s the exciting part—these challenges can be easily overcome with the brilliance and flexibility of display LED Screen Rentals by Jona LED. Renting LED displays provides an instant, high-impact solution that fits a range of needs for government communications, hospital infrastructure, business and social events.

Why Do LED Displays Work so Well?

Particularly bright and energy-efficient, LED (Light Emitting Diode) technology is well known for creating incredibly vivid, high-definition images. But it's not only about looks; these exhibits are quite useful for clearly presenting data. Here is the rationale:

Even in strong sunshine, LED screens provide high contrast ratios, so producing clearer and more readable content. This guarantees, independent of the surroundings, easy visibility of important data.

Whether used indoors or outside, LED displays can be tailored in size, shape, and resolution, so fitting for a variety of uses—from small-scale indoor configurations to large-scale outdoor signage.

Designed to last longer and resist many environmental conditions, LED technology is well-known for its durability and liveness. LED displays keep running without degrading image quality rain or shine.

Long-term cost-effectiveness of LED screens is derived from their much lower power consumption than conventional display technologies.

Why Renting LED Displays Makes Sense Economically? Purchasing an LED display could be overkill for many businesses, particularly if it's just for a transient event. Renting provides the ideal way to access modern technologies free from the high cost of ownership.

Rental choices give flexibility in terms of size, type, and length of time. You can customize the rental to fit your particular requirements whether your public gathering calls for a large outdoor LED wall or a set of indoor screens for the patient monitoring system of a hospital.

Renting relieves the responsibility of upkeep of the equipment. Usually offering full service, rental companies make sure the screens are correctly installed, maintained, and removed following events.

Renting an LED display gets you the complete package—delivery, installation, and technical support. Whether for a last-minute hospital upgrade or a spontaneous press conference, this is absolutely vital when time is of the essence.

LED Displays in Government: Elevating Public Communication

Government functions often revolve around mass communication—whether for community rallies, elections, public announcements, or large-scale conferences. LED display for Government by Jona LED ensures that messages are conveyed with clarity and impact.

Case Study: The Power of LED Displays in a Political Rally

Imagine a recent municipal election where a candidate held a public gathering on a crowded city square using a rented LED display. With more than 10,000 attendees, the planners understood that maintaining the audience's interest and knowledge was absolutely vital.

The campaign broadcast poll results, aired live speeches, and showed campaign messages using a 20-foot outside LED screen. The vivid screen allowed even those at the back of the crowd to have an immersive experience, while interactive visuals encouraged higher engagement.

The result? The candidate successfully connected with a larger, more engaged audience, and the event was heralded as a breakthrough in political campaigning. It showed how LED displays might magnify the reach of a message, so providing both literal and symbolic visibility.

LEDs in Hospitals: An Essential Tool for Patient Care

Hospitals are busy places where dependable, quick, clear communication is absolutely necessary. LED display for hospitals by Jona LED can be quite helpful for staff, patients, and visitors equally in simplifying communication.

Case Study: LED Displays Improving Hospital Efficiency

Patient flow and information distribution were problems for a big city hospital. The antiquated signage system of the hospital failed in guiding guests, and delays in displaying real-time data were aggravating inefficiencies in patient treatment.

The hospital set up real-time information screens in important locations including the emergency department, waiting rooms, and lobbies by leasing a run of LED displays. Clear and simple reading style allowed the screens to show patient updates, emergency alarms, and health statistics. Visitors could easily navigate through the hospital, and staff had a central hub to display and update critical information instantly.

The results were immediate: staff reported faster response times, patient satisfaction increased due to the clear directions, and visitors found the overall experience much smoother. It’s an ideal example of how LED technology can transform a complex environment like a hospital into a more efficient, safer space.

LED Display for Rent: Revolutionizing Events

From trade exhibits to weddings, events are about producing unforgettable experiences. LED screens provide an interesting stage for businesses, brands, and people to have influence.

Case Study: LED Displays Lighting Up a Corporate Event

A tech company had to present its newest product line in a way that would be distinctive in the packed exhibition hall at a recent international trade show. The company rented several LED displays instead of depending on conventional banners or printed images.

These screens were arranged strategically throughout their booth, playing dynamic videos, running product demos, and even incorporating live social media feeds from attendees. The vibrant LED visuals drew in the crowds, who were captivated by the clear, dynamic content.

Compared to neighboring booths that used traditional methods, the company’s booth saw a significant increase in foot traffic, which directly translated into better leads and higher sales conversions. The rental cost of the LED displays more than paid off by elevating the brand’s visibility and customer engagement.

Important advantages of renting LED displays

High Impact at Low-cost: Renting allows you to access first-rate technology without making a large upfront cost. For temporary installations or short-term events especially, this is quite helpful.

Customizable for Every Need: Whether it’s an outdoor political rally or an indoor hospital setting, LED displays can be rented in any size or configuration to meet specific requirements.

Ease of Use: Renting an LED display means you also get expert installation and support. This ensures the display works flawlessly throughout the event or campaign.

Improved Audience Participation: LED displays grab viewers with their vivid images and real-time features, so improving the effectiveness of your communication.

Conclusion: Illuminate Your Message with LED Display Rentals

In the world of today, when communication is everything, it is imperative to use the correct instruments to grab attention and properly transmit ideas. LED display rentals by Jona LED give the flexibility, clarity, and wow factor you need to create an impact whether your event is unforgettable, running a government function, or managing hospital operations.

LED displays make sure your message is not only seen but remembered with their exceptional brightness, customizing choices, and reasonably priced rental plans. The future is bright—literally—and renting LED displays is your ticket to a dazzling, more connected world.

Let your next event, hospital communication system, or public announcement truly shine. Renting an LED display lets you invest in a potent tool that vividly brings your message to life rather than just a screen.

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SZLEDWORLD's Rental LED Display

In the world of event management, creating a memorable and impactful visual experience is key to success. SZLEDWORLD’s rental LED displays offer a versatile and high-quality solution for enhancing any event, from corporate conferences to music festivals. Discover how our rental LED displays can transform your event and make it truly unforgettable.

Why Opt for Rental LED Displays?

Rental LED displays are a smart choice for events that require high-performance visual solutions without the long-term commitment of purchasing and maintaining equipment. SZLEDWORLD’s rental services provide access to state-of-the-art technology, ensuring that your event is visually stunning and impactful. Here’s why renting an LED display from SZLEDWORLD is the ideal solution for your next event:

1. High-Quality Visuals

SZLEDWORLD’s rental LED displays deliver exceptional visual clarity and brightness. Our screens are equipped with high resolution, vibrant colors, and excellent contrast, ensuring that your content is displayed with stunning detail and impact. Whether you’re presenting slides, showcasing videos, or displaying live feeds, our displays provide the clarity and vibrancy needed to captivate your audience.

2. Flexible Solutions for Any Event

Our rental LED displays are available in various sizes and configurations to suit a wide range of event types and spaces. From large-scale outdoor screens for concerts and festivals to smaller, high-definition screens for corporate presentations, SZLEDWORLD can provide a solution that fits your specific needs. This flexibility allows you to tailor the display to your event’s requirements and venue.

3. Cost-Effective Option

Renting LED displays from SZLEDWORLD is a cost-effective way to access top-tier technology without the financial investment of purchasing and maintaining permanent equipment. Our rental options provide high-quality displays at a fraction of the cost, allowing you to manage your budget while still delivering an impressive visual experience.

4. Easy Setup and Support

SZLEDWORLD’s rental services include comprehensive support to ensure a smooth setup and operation. Our team handles everything from delivery and installation to technical support during the event. This means you can focus on the event itself while we take care of the technical details, ensuring that your display performs flawlessly throughout.

5. Durability and Reliability

Our rental LED displays are designed to withstand the demands of live events. Built with robust materials and high-quality components, SZLEDWORLD’s displays are reliable and durable, ensuring that they perform consistently even in high-traffic or challenging environments.

6. Energy Efficiency

SZLEDWORLD’s rental LED displays are designed with energy efficiency in mind. They consume less power compared to traditional displays while delivering high performance, helping to reduce operational costs and support sustainability efforts.

Applications of SZLEDWORLD Rental LED Displays

SZLEDWORLD’s rental LED displays are perfect for a variety of event applications:

Corporate Events: Enhance presentations, product launches, and conferences with high-resolution displays that effectively communicate your message and engage your audience.

Concerts and Festivals: Create an immersive experience with large-scale screens that showcase live performances, videos, and interactive content.

Sports Events: Keep fans engaged with dynamic displays that feature live scores, replays, and event highlights.

Exhibitions and Trade Shows: Draw attention to your booth with eye-catching LED screens that highlight your products and services.

Why Choose SZLEDWORLD?

SZLEDWORLD is dedicated to providing exceptional rental LED display solutions that meet the highest standards of performance and customer satisfaction. Our commitment to innovation, quality, and support ensures that you receive a product and service that exceed your expectations.

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Digital LED Mobile Billboard Trucks | Rent & Buy

In today’s fast-paced world, capturing the attention of your target audience is more challenging than ever. Traditional advertising methods, such as static billboards, often get lost in the urban landscape. However, mobile billboard trucks from Can’t Miss US offer an innovative and dynamic solution to this problem, delivering your message directly to where your audience is.

The Power of Mobile Billboard Trucks

Mobile billboard trucks are revolutionizing the advertising industry. Can’t Miss US provides these trucks that serve as moving advertisements, driving through high-traffic areas in major cities like New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Washington DC, Miami, Houston, and Dallas. This mobility ensures that your ad is seen by a diverse and widespread audience, making it a highly effective advertising strategy.

Why Choose Mobile Digital Billboard Trucks?

Mobile digital billboard trucks take traditional billboard advertising to the next level. Offers vehicles equipped with high-definition LED screens that display vibrant, eye-catching advertisements. Unlike static billboards, digital billboard trucks can showcase multiple ads, videos, and dynamic content, providing a more engaging experience for viewers.

Benefits of Mobile LED Billboards

Flexibility: Mobile LED billboards can be driven to specific locations, targeting events, busy streets, and areas with high foot traffic in cities like New York and Los Angeles.

High Visibility: These billboards are hard to miss, especially at night, making them an excellent choice for businesses looking to increase brand visibility.

Cost-Effective: Compared to traditional billboards, mobile LED billboards offer a more cost-effective solution with higher engagement rates.

Your Trusted Mobile Billboard Company

When it comes to digital mobile billboard advertising, choosing a reliable partner is crucial. Can’t Miss US specializes in providing top-tier mobile billboard trucks across the USA, including key markets like New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Washington DC, Miami, Houston, and Dallas. We pride ourselves on delivering high-quality advertising solutions that drive results.

Mobile Billboard Truck Sales

Looking to invest in your own advertising fleet? Can’t Miss US offers mobile billboard truck sales for businesses looking to take control of their advertising efforts. Our trucks are equipped with advanced digital displays and are available for purchase across the USA. Whether you're in New York, Los Angeles, or any other major city, our mobile billboard trucks are the perfect addition to your marketing strategy.

Expand Your Reach with Digital Mobile Billboard Advertising

Digital mobile billboard advertising is a game-changer for businesses aiming to expand their reach. By placing your ad on a mobile billboard truck from Can’t Miss US, you ensure that your message is seen by thousands of potential customers daily. This form of advertising is particularly effective in bustling metropolitan areas like Washington DC, Miami, Houston, and Dallas.

Conclusion

In a competitive market, standing out is essential. Mobile billboard trucks and mobile digital billboard trucks from Can’t Miss US provide a unique opportunity to capture attention and deliver your message directly to your audience. Whether you're targeting the busy streets of New York, the sprawling highways of Los Angeles, or the vibrant neighborhoods of Chicago, our mobile billboard company has the tools and expertise to help you succeed.For more information on how Can’t Miss US can transform your advertising strategy, or to inquire about mobile billboard truck sales, contact us today.

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LED Screens for Rent | Queencityscreens.com

Discover our top-quality LED screens available for rent. Ideal for various events, our screens deliver outstanding image quality and brightness. Choose from a range of sizes and configurations to suit your specific needs.

LED Screens for Rent