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yanderemommabean · 5 months

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Oh, oh, oh! Yandere virus, but it one day coming into school, the girls who normally bully you are acting strange. When you see them in the hallway, you are expected to be laughed at or shoves to the ground. However, you didn't expect to be shoved against the wall as they stare you down with a dangerous and lustful glint in their eye, telling you about all the plans they have in store for you. They force you to wear matching clothes and make sure everyone knows who you belong to and not to even try anything. Maybe you're forced to live in the house. Bonus if the other hold you down as the ring leader eats you out, as the others tell you how cute you are uwu

“Ah ah ah. You aren’t going anywhere” A voice chirps in your ear. You wince, sighing as the three surround you once again as class is dismissed and everyone heads to the dorms for the evening. Honestly, if you were perhaps a bit stronger, a bit less self conscious, you might spit in their faces and make a run for it. Sadly, you aren’t some badass (and admittedly, one dimensional) character and are frozen in place as they wait for the others to leave.

They don't intervene. They know better. These young women have power, wealth, and beauty in their arsenal, and aren't afraid to use it to get what they want, and to silence anyone who complains. Phoebe, Sadie, and Naomi, all from powerful families who more or less run this college and the town. You don't doubt they paid the administrators and dean to get into this place, while you had to work hard and prove yourself.

None of that matters at the moment. Currently, Phoebe was twirling her fingers in your hair like you two were close friends or even dating, smiling almost wickedly at you as her eyes, usually hazel, now with an odd pink ring, stare at you like you were some prey about to be eaten and devoured. Usually they just shove you around and make fun of your clothes, but today…Something's off. Very very off.

“Isn’t she so cute you guys?” She says, sickly sweet, you want to say mocking but no, it's like there’s something more flirtatious with it. “Oh definitely, I just want to sink my teeth in her, you know? Make her whimper” Naomi adds on, hand to her cheek as she stares at you like one would a puppy being precious. Oh god hearing that made you think they were about to hurt you or humiliate you in some way.

Sadie just sighs, not in your direction, looking over her shoulder to make sure the halls were clear, and once they were truly empty of everyone else, she made sure the grip on your wrists were tighter. “Listen up. We have some new rules set in place, and you, adorably obedient as you are, are going to follow them”. Oh wow. The audacity. Then again you never really put up a fight so, are they really wrong? What other choice did you have anyway? If they wanted to, they could make your family kicked out of town and their jobs nonexistent. It’s best to just grit your teeth as best you can.

While you tried to listen, Phoebe made sure she got closer, her hand on you as well, but more exploring, sliding up and down your sleeve and trying to dip her fingers into the hem to feel your wrist, dragging them up and down softly as Sadie began to speak again. “You’re ours. Simple as that. No more avoiding the lobby when we’re there, no more trying to get little study dates away from the school library, no more trying to hide from us”. “I'm sorry what-” “Ah ah, she’s not finished cutie” Naomi says with a gentle touch slowly sliding to your waist, her cold fingertips acting like they wanted to slide under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin, her brown eyes also having that odd pink ring in her iris. “Go on Sadie, she’ll be good and listen. She always is”

You felt your cheeks grow impossibly hot, words failing you as all three of these girls began to more or less feel you up and tell you that…That you were theirs? Whatever that could mean? Sadie just sighs, more playful this time as she cups your cheek and makes you look at her, the same weird coloration in her eyes. “You’re ours. No more private study dates, no more drabby clothes, no more avoiding food when we’re in the commons or cafeteria, just a lot more rules and a lot more dress code for you. Tsk, I can’t tell if I want you in a skirt, or if I'd stab any bastard who’d look at you when you wear one. Maybe some cute pants? Ugh they’d still lay their eyes on you either way, makes me want to just call mom and have the banks foreclose their houses”.

“Please Don’t-” “Ah ah, don’t even try it. You’re ours, if we want to punish people for looking at our puppy, we will” Phoebe comments, her fingers moving to hold your hand and give the top of it a gentle kiss. “Speaking of puppy” Naomi mentions, nodding her head towards the others, and before you can blink you’re turned over, face to the wall. You hear Sadie murmur something as she rummages through her bag for a moment, and you feel her hands slide around your throat before something clicks behind your head, and your eyes widen in horror.

“There we go! I made sure it wouldn’t be too tight, the guy who made it for me was such an artist about it, I love it! If he would’ve said no, you know I’d have his business ruined” She mentions casually, getting a few soft giggles in agreement.

“Here sweetie! Have a look at how cute you are when you show that you belong to us” Naomi says, handing you her phone as a mirror. You feel weak and shaky as your fingers come up to touch the bright pastel pink leather, a metal heart in the center pressing against your throat. You reach around to feel the back and feel a harsh shock to your fingers, making you yelp.

“Oh, sweetheart, don't try and take it off! It was so expensive but I got a cute one to work as a shock collar. Shower safe but anytime you take one, one or all of us will be with you, so you won't have to worry about taking it off yourself. We’ll talk more about the rules later in our dorm”. You shiver, unable to think of how to talk. What in the fuck could you even say? You just had a designer shock collar put on you by your bullies! Who are now acting like you were their chew toy or pet no less. “O-our dorm?”.

Phoebe nods, gently stroking your hair “Yeah, duh! How else will we keep a better eye on you? Cameras are fine and all but I prefer to make sure you’re warm with one of us sharing a bed with you. Plus, it’s easier to kiss you good morning faster”. “K-Kiss?!” You almost shriek, only for Naomi to softly hush you with a finger to your lips. “Now now, don’t get loud! We don’t need that just yet”. She pouts, hearing her phone going off and checking the time. “Well, we have to split for now, I have a dinner with mom and dad. You two take her to the dorm and tell me how she acts! Don't do anything more pretty please? We said we’d share her”.

You don't get much out before Naomi heads off, Phoebe and Sadie gripping your arms a bit too firmly to lead you, talking back and forth like you weren’t making a practical death march down to their dorm room.

Oh God what’s going to happen once that door is shut?

-Mommabean (Hiya! Sorry for lack of smut but I am proud I wrote this much at least lol. If you beans want i can do a part two! Wanted to try and flesh this out before anything too intense ya know? Anyway I hope you like! Lemme know if you do!)

#Poly yandere #yandere clique #yandere female #yandere virus #yandere virus au #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #Female yandere #my ocs #Mommabean #yandere bully #yandere bullies #really #female reader

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cumulativechaos · 2 years

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almost done my 1st semester of nursing school and the program i'm in has me doing clinicals already so i've seen what it's gonna be like and i like it a lot!! i'm enjoying my job and i like what i'm learning and i feel like this is something i can be good at and i like helping people. obviously it's very early but i'm feeling confident in my career choices so far

but GOD i'm so fucking afraid of not liking my coworkers. like that post i just reblogged is TRUE those nurses EXIST and the last thing i want is to have to deal with them every fucking day

#mp #i also feel like when i laugh at ppl making fun of nurses im being like #'haha not me tho! im one of the GOOD ones :)'#i don't rlly know yet tho do i? i haven't really started WORKING as a nurse yet #i follow other nurses around or i'll spend the day taking care of one patient #idk what i'll be like when i'm working full-time as a nurse but i'm going in w a foundation of trying to help ppl. so at least theres' that #also not 2 b like ''and ignoring the abuse and racism'' but like even if i didnt have to worry abt possibly working w abusive racist nurses #the nurse aesthetic. like if u search up nurse gifts on redbubble. literally repulsive to me.#very 'she believed she chould so she did' in cursive font carved into a piece of wood #very girlboss white feminism. script font and corny girl power quotes. jokes abt wine. i HATE it #yesterday in clinical a man peed on me!! i don't want to wear a stupid 'keep calm im a nurse' t shirt!!!#i don't want to like. flower-crown-filter my job. i dont want to 'uwu im florence nightingale reincarnated' my job!!#i'm not some badass feminine caretaker bro i'm just a person doing my job!!!!#like ppl who make nursing their Identity are like. god it's so tacky #they're always so smug abt it too. they feel so superior bc their job is brutal. girl ur not some kind of saint bc u can put in an IV

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sweetandsavageautistic · 21 days

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(CW: Cringe, Autism Parents stuff, drunk mention, infantilization)

So I don't have a degree in Graphic Design, but I do have a sense of general aesthetic. I figured that it's April. Let's rate, and potentially verbally tear apart and drag through the mud, some autism shirts and graphic designs, and I'll probably do a part 2, these scores are only semi-arbitrary: First up is this:

Already off the top, I am confusion because it seems to read "I wear puzzle cousin autism awareness". Sounds like whoever made this was drunk.

Puzzle pieces, ew.

The red, yellow, green, and blue look like the shades you'd see in elementary school, so that seems pretty infantilizing.

Autism Awareness, I am very much aware of my existence.

Final Score: 0 out of 10. Designer, go home; you're drunk.

Next we have this:

This one already has a slight advantage over the first because it's at least coherent in terms of the message.

Elementary school colors, but make it extra tacky.

Puzzle pieces; don't try to bullshit me by putting the autism awareness banner over it, I can see the other indents that make them puzzle pieces.

Once again, I am well aware of my own existence.

At least it's a smaller design.

Final Score: 0.5 out of 10, and that's being generous.

Next one's not a shirt, but it still counts:

No blue so thank God for that.

This is up to personal preference, but to me, the person-first language is giving "I need to be reminded that someone is a person."

Puzzle pieces. Ew. Don't BS me, I can see them.

Walk down Autism Lane. (it's right below the word LOVE) Sorry, but we don't allow ableists on Autism Lane; you need to be a premium member and to be a premium member, you need to not be a dick.

The pumpkin disturbs me for some reason, and not in the Halloween way; I mean, it just straight-up disturbs me.

Final Score: 0.5 out of 10. Bury it in a shallow grave.

Just found this one:

It's easy on the eyes at least.

No tacky elementary school colors.

No puzzle pieces.

The bunny's cute, but this also seems very infantilizing.

Person first language is a no for me.

Why are all of the is lowercase, but the others are uppercase?

Final Score: 5 out of 10. Not great, but not terrible.

Here we have simple:

Elementary school colors, but credit where credit's due; it's not terrible on the eyes.

Why is blessed on there three times?

One big-ass puzzle piece.

"Autism blesses" Yes, because being bullied by my peers, being indirectly told who I am is wrong, having the worst time making friends, always feeling like I'm never truly part of a friend group, being confused when some adults got mad at me, not having anyone to play with at 4 years old is an absolute fucking blessing. /s And that's the tip of the iceberg.

"Fun", "Sweet", "Cute".....it's the infantilization for me.

Final Score: 3 out of 10. No further elaboration.

Then there's this monstrosity:

I call this color Patronizing Paraprofessional Blue, aka the tackiest shade of blue ever.

It looks like something one of those older white suburban millennial moms would wear. Like something a Karen would wear to one of those autism walks or one of those social skills teachers who talk in that slowed-down patronizing kindergarten teacher tone with that fake-ass smile, no matter how old you are. You know the one I'm talking about, right? Yeah, they'd wear this.

Puzzle piece. Light It Up Blue. Ew.

We all know what organization this supports.

Final Score: -10 out of 10. Burn it.

Let's get in a good one to counter that abomination of a shirt and end part one on a higher note:

Nice simple design with a black background.

No tacky elementary school colors.

Identity-first language.

Really counters the....what the fuck would it be called? The UwU autism parent thing? ("I am his voice, he is my heart," "See the able, not the label," etc,.) It counters that.

The light sparkle around "a bitch" is chef's kiss.

Final Score: 11 out of 10. Perfection.

#autism awareness #autism acceptance #autism #autistic #actually autistic #actuallyautistic #sweet and savage autistic

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hihhasotherfixations · 4 months

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Kinktober Day 24: Outdoor Sex - Price x Reader

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Merry Christmas everyone!!🎄🎄 I hope you all are still enjoying all these smutty adventures and not that I’m annoying with them. Would love to hear your thoughts if you wanna share em! Anyways, Today, I bring another UwU

Next one might be a little late because of Christmas with the family, but I’m gonna try :3

CW: Fem!reader, cunnilingus, outdoor sex by a lake, distant exhibitionism

Word Count: 1513

Chuckling as you ran up the hill, John playfully rolled his eyes, being dragged along by the hand as he jogged to keep up.

“You know we don’t have any rush. The sun isn’t going down in ten minutes. It’ll still shine on the lake how you want.” He questioned, though he still dutifully ran along, keeping the picnic basket close.

When John had surprised you this morning with an impromptu picnic date, you were absolutely over the moon. And with him letting you choose where to have the picnic, there was only one answer in mind.

“I’m hungry too, if that counts. I skipped breakfast for this!” You called back and John huffed out a chuckle.

“I told you to eat.”

“And miss stuffing my face with a million of your sandwiches because I’d be too full? No thanks.” You lightly laughed, only to slow down as the both of you reached the top of the hill.

Smiling wide, you gripped Price’s hand a little tighter as you pulled him close, walking to the edge of the hill. There was a steep drop off, almost like a cliff overlooking the lake below.

Far away on the other side, other people were walking and splashing around, the size of ants to the two of you.

“Worth it as always for the view.” You spoke with a smile, more talking to yourself than anything as you referred to the long walk it took to get here.

“Agreed.”

Hearing Price’s voice, you turned around only to see him staring at you with a soft look, a smile playing on his lips. Huffing, you shoved his shoulder while grinning. “Stop being so cliché.”

Raising an eyebrow, Price put down the basket and instead wrapped his arms around your waist from behind while you were still looking at him. “You knew what you were getting into with me, love. I’m old fashioned like that.” He hummed, pulling you close as he then kissed your cheek.

Letting out a little giggle, you then lifted your arms and wrapped them around his neck, a warm and fuzzy feeling growing in your chest. “Guess so.” You hummed, only for John to start swaying you back and forth a bit.

“I do mean it though.” He said with a quiet voice. “I’ve seen enough pretty views like this. It’s you and your reaction to it that make it gorgeous to me.”

Unable to keep a smile at bay, you placed a hand on his cheek before leaning in, kissing him.

Closing his eyes, Price eagerly returned the kiss, tightening his arms around your waist to pull you in closer, his head tilting as he deepened the kiss.

Making a little noise in the back of your throat, you then took a shocked little breath through your nose as you felt his hands wander, one slipping under your shirt while the other gripped your ass.

Breaking the kiss, John tried to chase but you managed to pull far enough away, giving him a questioning look. “What are you doing?”

“My pretty girlfriend in this secluded spot?” He asked, giving you a sly look. “I’m not passing this opportunity up.” He whispered before slamming his mouth on yours again, pulling your hips into his, where you could feel his hard-on push against you.

“John, the food-“ You whined against his lips, to which he chuckled, briefly breaking the kiss. “I’m hungry.”

“As am I.”

Your eyes widening, you barely had time to register his words before he had thrown down the picnic blanket and pushed you on it, crawling over you.

Starting by your neck, he slowly started kissing down, his hands holding onto your waist as he kissed over your clothes to your stomach, where he lightly pushed your shirt up to kiss the skin directly.

His beard prickled and your breath hitched at the touch while he muttered a “Gorgeous”, pressing several kisses to it.

“You’re insatiable.” You whispered, feeling yourself blush already, to which Price glanced up at you, smirking.

“For you? Always.” With that, he pressed one more kiss to your stomach before moving further down, staring at your pants with a hungry look, though before he did anything else, he looked up. “Are you okay with this?”

Swallowing softly, you rubbed your thighs together, feeling embarrassingly wet as you then nodded. “Of course.” You answered in whisper and Price gave your sides an affectionate squeeze before he moved his hands down, undoing your pants where he then proceeded to push them down your hips with your help.

Glancing at your panties, he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the wet patch that had formed on it.

Jolting, you whined. “Don’t tease right now.”

“Sorry, love.” John chuckled, pulling your panties down your thighs, letting it sit by your ankles as he then pushed your knees apart, making room for himself.

Not wasting any time, the brunet started peppering kisses up and down your sex, ending by your clit as he kissed it, flicking his tongue against the little nub.

Gasping, you jolted, your toes curling as he so eagerly started going down on you, now dragging his tongue through your folds, tasting your arousal.

“Mmh, I needed this.” Price groaned into you, his beard rubbing against the insides of your thighs as he lapped from your entrance to your clit, eyes closed as he held you tight.

“John-“ You whimpered, your legs trembling slightly as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, one of his hands trailing up, slipping under your shirt as he started kneading your breast through your bra.

A little whine left you and the man took it as encouragement, kissing back down your cunt before reaching your entrance, teasing it for just a second before he pushed his tongue in.

Letting your head fall back, you gasped as you felt him start to thrust in and out, his free hand moving up to push down on your clit.

“Fuck-“ Letting out a little moan, your face scrunched up as pleasure shot through you, the wind blowing through your hair as you lay there, the sun shining and the vague sound of other people sounding in the far distance.

Realising just how publicly you were doing this, you felt yourself blush, though a moan then escaped you as John’s tongue hit your sweet spot, dragging over your walls as he dragged it out.

“Ah-“ Whimpering out the moan, your hand shot down to tangle in his hair, grabbing hold tightly as you felt your legs shake, your muscles tensing as the brunet doubled his efforts, his thumb rolling over your clit in an almost cruel pace.

Grunting, you covered your mouth with your other hand, feeling your head start to go fuzzy as Price kept going, relentless in his pursuit to make you cum, to taste all of you.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He then mumbled into your cunt, lightly squeezing and rubbing your nipple while returning to eating you out, his mouth fully encompassing you.

“I-I can’t.” You whined behind your hand, your legs starting to slowly close around his head with every thrust of his tongue and rub to your clit.

Feeling that, John groaned appreciatively, his beard almost stinging as he pushed his face further into you, his own shirt ruffled by the wind and exposing the muscles of his back for you.

Seeing that, your eyes turned hazy as your legs trapped his head fully, your body unable to escape his relentless ministrations.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered out a moan, still muffled by your hand as you gripped his hair tighter, pulling his head even closer while you felt him continuously hit your sweet spot, the knot in your stomach tightening while he pushed just a little harder on your clit, making you moan louder.

His hand on your chest squeezed before sensually drawing down your side, your back arching as you pushed your hips into him.

Unable to stop yourself, your eyes fluttered closed as you moaned into your hand, your orgasm washing over you with force.

Feeling your walls start to spasm, John groaned as he eagerly sucked and continued his movements, greedily tasting your cum while the sun shone down on the both of you, his head firmly trapped between your thighs, though there was no place he’d rather be.

Riding out the waves of your orgasm, your legs twitched as you whimpered, feeling John continue to push his tongue into you until it bordered on overstimulating.

“Please-“ You gasped and finally, he relented, letting go.

Feeling his mercy, you opened your legs, freeing his head as he slowly pulled it back, his eyes blown out as he looked at you, a sheen to his facial hair that gleamed in the sun.

Seeing you panting, that post-orgasm look in your eyes, he smiled, leaning down to lick one more stripe up your folds before he helped you get dressed, turning to the forgotten picnic basket after, humming.

“It’s about time I let you eat too, lovie.”

#hih kinktober 2023 #john price x reader #captain john price #captain john price x reader #john price #price x reader #captain price smut #cod x reader #john price smut

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chryblossomjjk · 1 year

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the weekend | jjk (teaser)

→pairing: dilf!jk x babysitter reader

→rating/genre: m/18+ | fwb?, angst, full fic will include smut

→word count: 618

→warnings: suggestive (as in building up to smut), some dirty talk, hair pulling, neck smoochies, lil lingerie moment, slightly dangerous moment in a car?, implied infidelity, smol appearance from bby yul (holds up ‘aww’ cue card)

→summary: Every weekend, you give Jungkook a little taste of something he’s missing Monday through Friday.

→notes: um long time no see i haven't posted any writing in a while so im v excited and nervy atm! had this teaser planned for a hot minute so yeah v excited to see your reactions! i don't have a set date when this will come out but hopefully soon. as for now, you can check out my masterlist if u wanna wink wink. also this fic will be v angsty so pls if thats not ur thing, skip this. ok love u bye !! feedback is appreciated v much uwu. also this is not beta’d obvi so if there’s any typos or goofiness rip im sorry :’(

“Well, there’s still time.” You point to the clock on his touchscreen stereo; 11:12 p.m. You throw your hair over your shoulder before slowly undoing the top two buttons of your shirt, revealing the skimpy black lingerie set you bought just for tonight. Just for him. “We can celebrate…”

“Yeah?” His cheek bubbles, teasing tongue poking at the inside of his mouth, eyebrow jumping at your suggestion. “How so?”

You bite your lip, contemplating your next move. Hastily, you unbuckle your seatbelt and lean over the center console. It’s reckless, but so was being with a man like Jungkook. You’re incapable of rational thought when you finally get to have him the way you want. One night of him isn’t enough. What kind of tease is that? You need at least six more to be satisfied.

“__,” he warns, arching his head away from your sneaky lips. “Put your seatbelt on. Wait until we get to the hotel.”

“Where’s the fun in that, though?” You pout, cupping his cheek and batting your eyelashes innocently. Jungkook doesn’t take the bait, giving the desolate road ahead his unwavering attention. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, you can tell you’re getting to him. Below you, his slacks tighten around his thick, tensed thighs. He’s playing right into your hands. Needily, you tongue the little silver hoops dangling from his ear.

“If I have to pull over, you’re in trouble.”

“Maybe I-”

A hushed ‘fuck’ cuts you off as the car comes to a screeching halt. Jungkook slams on the brakes, coming too close to the slower vehicle in front of you for comfort. Luckily, his dad reflexes kick in, strong hand gripping your waist tightly, preventing you from barreling forward. You brace yourself by clutching his shoulders, and when the adrenaline rush fades, you finally look at him. His nostrils are flared and his jaw is clenched painfully tight.

He’s pissed.

You know you should apologize, or be shaken up at the very least, but the blinking of his turn signal as he pulls to the side of the dark highway has your mouth watering. This is just what you wanted.

Jungkook sighs in frustration, tilting his head back against the headrest. The movement is counterintuitive, exposing the inked canvas of his neck that you’re desperate to paint red and purple. You go in for a bite.

A hand fists your tangled hair, pulling you off with a harsh yank before you have the chance to sink your teeth into his skin. The silver ring on his finger digs into your scalp like a knife. “Do not fucking mark me.”

The feeling of the frigid metal is agonizing. Not physically, his grip loosens immediately after the initial tug, but emotionally. You know why he doesn’t want you to mark him. Any evidence of you, other than your weekly babysitting duties, would unravel his entire life. Jungkook is an intelligent man. You don’t have to tell him that it’s all a facade, and everything’s already been undone.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out frail and shaky. “I just want you.”

And like some cruel joke, his phone rings.

The contact image would normally make you swoon. It’s a picture of him and his daughter from her first birthday party; her sticky, strawberry ice cream covered, hands holding his cheeks as he stares at her with scrunched eyes and a big smile. You think that picture is the only time you’ve ever seen him genuinely happy.

The bold, white font at the top of the screen, though, makes you sick to your stomach.

‘Wife.’

Jungkook releases your hair and places a finger over his mouth, signaling for you to shut up, before answering.

“Yes, Seulgi?”

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ddejavvu · 10 months

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you ask for dbf!hotch thoughts? i will absolutely deliver ‼️

okay so imagine it’s like midnight and you’ve been locked out of your place (it’s not the end of the world, your family has the spare, but they’re likely already asleep)

the only thing you can think of - your last resort so to speak - is your dad’s best friend because god only knows agent hotchner keeps godawful hours, and he’s been enough of a constant in your life to know that at the very least he’d probably let you crash at his for the night.

so after a quick call and being greeted by a surprisingly raspy voice (that suggested you had in fact woken him up), he’s said to “stay put, honey. i’m on my way.”

this is just an excuse because i’d love to see domestic fluff 😩💕

having to borrow a pair of clothes, showering at his place and you’re driving him crazy because you’ve used his body wash and now you fucking smell like him?????!!!! sharing a bed and latching on to him in the middle of the night (you have absolutely no idea) because all you want is to be held by him I MEAN TALK ABOUT UWUS

just an idea 🥰

anyway i’d love to see you write this because you’re a fucking phenomenal writer <3 kisses mwuah

THIS- AAARGH 👹👹

this post is 18+ (and so are its characters), minors dni.

it's not that you're afraid they'll be mad at you for waking them up, it's that you literally rang the doorbell 934572475 times and they just didn't answer.. like they are DEAD asleep, you can't get in and you don't want to set off the alarm system so you're stuck on the front porch for the night :( your friend is out of town and you don't want to walk back to work to call a hotel to set up a reservation for one night, so you're kind of at a loss!! but then your eyes stray to a little muddy footprint on the sidewalk and you're like aw yeah that's when jack stepped in mud and then tracked it over the lawn and then you're like !! jack !! and his father !!

you know for a fact that jack is sleeping over at the neighbors house bc you'd seen him earlier, and you're fairly certain that it's because aaron needed to stay late at work. you're hoping he's still there, or at the very least, still awake, but when you call and he answers on the second ring with a very raspy 'hotchner', you realize you'd probably woken him up.

you're nervous now, because he's only been kind to you in the past, but now you've interrupted what little sleep the man gets, and what if he's angry? so you explain yourself very apologetically, assuring him that it's totally okay if you don't want to. but he barely hesitates before saying “stay put, honey. i’m on my way.” like you've said... WHAT IF I MARRIED HIM ??

UGH maybe you've been out with your friends so you're in a kind of skimpy outfit so he comes to pick you up like O.O and you laugh like if there's any spare t-shirts you don't mind me using, can i sleep in one? and he's like mhm. yeah honey i can do that. and he lets you use his bathroom 'cause jack's tub is full of bath toys and kid shampoo, and he's given you a shirt and some old loose shorts to sleep in, but you come out of the bathroom in your towel asking for a spare towel for your hair.

as he hands it over he realizes you smell like him now, because, oh fuck, of course you used his shampoo/body wash, and you brush out your hair using a little tiny brush that you ask him to retrieve from your purse. he definitely sees a tube of lipstick in your purse and he definitely imagines how it'll look on your lips and how it would look smeared on his cock

now while you were showering he'd gotten back in bed under the covers and was reading the newspaper with his little reading glasses on and !!!!!! you've never seen such a domestic sight !!!!!!! you're sure you could have crashed on the couch but it's a loveseat, not a full sofa, and :( it just wouldn't be comfortable :( and jack's bed is def too small, so when you're changed and ready for bed, you just hop right up into bed beside him and he looks at you like 🤨

you're like thanks for letting me stay here, aaron and he doesn't dare suggest you sleeping anywhere else, just nodding with a sweet little smile and asking if you were ready to turn off the lights. when you nod and snuggle into your spot in the bed he flicks the lamp off, and settles down into his spot. there's minimal talking, because neither of you are sure what to say, but once your breathing evens out and you drift off to sleep you roll over, in search of the warmth that he exudes. he doesn't even pretend to dislike it, he doesn't bother readjusting you or anything, he just curls his arm over your waist and helps you get your head on his chest <333

and when he wakes up to you clinging to him like a koala, he just kisses your forehead and brushes your hair away from your face to ask if you want breakfast 🥹🥹🥹 he mumbles it against your skin and everything all sleepy and soft GAH I NEED HIM <3

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rinadragomir · 8 months

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Cassie's reply to "height difference" question and my attempts to justify this sketch and comfort you all🌿🌱

(she answered me on inst)

1 fear: "Why does Ty look....the way he looks? Comparing to other arts this thing is kinda upsetting"

My explanation: 1) It's something Cassandra Jean drew very quickly so Cassie could tease us, nothing more, it's a quick sketch. On her other works Ty is drawn... much more detailed? Ugh idk english. It's not an official thing, it's something they put in a newsletter just to say "we can't tell you anything, stop asking".

Arts for future books:

Arts for fun:

2 fear: "Does Ty grow shorter each year? They're trying to make a little soft uwu boy out of him and it's a stereotypical portrayal of autistic people"

My explanation: KIT SITS ON HIS LAP. HE JUMPED ON HIM AND REFUSES TO LEAVE. That would explain why his head is so much higher🩷 I'm also afraid of him being turned into a tiny fragile helpless boy, but let's not lose hope, cause SOBH Ty was great!

Listen, not so long ago Cassandra Jean made an art for SOBH featuring both of them in the same room. They're about the same height. Even if Kit ends up being taller in TWP, he won't be AS TALL AS A STREET LAMP comparing to Ty. All official arts featuring more...grown up Ty?... look fine.

Or maybe sobh art is some kind of visual illusion and it turns out that Ty and Anush are like "kitchen counter tall". They'll be badass inventors that you can put in a pocket and carry around.

Anyway! Don't trust quick sketches made for fun, trust official illustrations and 🌿don't worry🌿! Ty is a big boy, confident enough to go around with many unbuttoned buttons on his shirt👁️👄👁️And SOBH showed him as a determined smart guy he is! It's going to be okay🫶

I asked Cassie about it on Instagram and here's her reply!

#tadaaa #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #twp #tda #sobh #the wicked powers #cassadra clare #cassandra jean #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #anush joshi #kitty #the dark artifices #secrets of blackthorn hall

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 5 months

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Quarterfinals, Match 1

expand to see all propaganda received! (huge wall of text warning)

Selena:

"truly probably one of the most beautiful women to have ever walked this earth. voice of an angel, dazzling smile, looks like she smells good"

"if u don't vote selena ur mexicanphobic /j"

Chris Cornell:

"The word "ethereal" was invented to describe Chris"

"His tiddies."

"Chris is the most attractive person in history."

"looks california"

"IF U DONT VOTE CHRIS J WILL LITERALLY CRY"

"Picture this - Audioslave is headlining a festival in Bologna, but rain threatens. Thunder rumbles. Wind is picking up. Chris Cornell opens his shirt - and the hand of the weather gods is stayed for the rest of the show. Three minutes after the last encore, rain comes pouring down. Chris Cornell's chiseled abs fought off the rain for a full 90 minutes. Godly behavior. Plus he sang the beginning of "I am the highway" alone on guitar before the band joined in. What a show. Say hello to heaven, Chris."

"I want to cook the skrunkly alive"

"i want to rip the flesh off his tits with my bare teeth cjdkdjdjwsln i am way too in love with him for my own good i want to suck out all of his blood like a vampire but just for him (i have a massive fear of blood) i have probably like over 500 photos of him shirtless on my phone i NEED to squeeze and bite on his arms until his blood vessels pop i want to (almost) drown him in honey and sugar and eat every square inch of his body i want to rip out his voice box and vocal chords and keep them in a jar in the back of my closet if he doesn’t win i WILL disintegrate into thin air i will simply cease to exist i am already planning to get his signature tattooed on my arm this man is the second coming (HA) of jesus christ he’s not just the most attractive 90’s man he’s the most attractive person to ever exist (this definitely did not take an absurdly long amount of time to write what are you talking about??) (please send help)"

"I think Eddie & Stone themselves put it best when they said: Eddie - If he is the devil, I have to say the devil’s a beautiful person! Stone - he’s got a nice chest too…Jesus…"

"One of the humblest, most caring and creative man I've ever seen. I'd give him my last reserve of food, my car, my house if he needed. I'd go to the moon and back if he'd ask. Just one look into his beautiful blue eyes make you feel at peace."

"I mean, just LOOK at him! He’s so beautiful it makes me weep. AND he was incredibly talented musically and lyrically. His lyrics paired with that unique beautiful soulful voice of his feels like he’s stirring my soul around with his bare hands. I love him forever <3"

"hes like jesus to me. cant sleep if i dont think about him before bed. i even built a lil shrine for him uwu"

"i wanna suck on every inch of him. by the time im done itll be like an octopus attacked him"

#most attractive 90s musician #poll #polls #selena #selena quintanilla #selena quintanilla perez #chris cornell #soundgarden #temple of the dog #90s music #tournament

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queenofallimagines · 9 months

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Meguru Bachira with a black s/o

LISTEN!! I picked up the 2 volume of the manga on accident when I went to target and I’m in love w him the man of my dreams!! Not taking blue lock right now bc besides Isagi and kunigami i don’t remember any other characters name or anything about them😅 feel free to talk to me about him tho I have SO many thoughts👀

** can you tell this is just me rambling 💀

Megaru💕:

- this pic gives me butterflies holy shit

- WHEW this man has huge unhinged sunshine energy

- Like giggling and kicking my feet how he’s the happy go lucky character trope (I.e hinata) but they make sure you remember he’s not “soft”

- Like the way y’all be uwuing hinata that is a grown man😐 he was throwing fists the WHOLE SERIES but he don’t know about sex? Bffr

- Anyway he’s definitely a switch but kinda leaning more top? he definitely just wants to fuck he don’t care who’s on top

- He’s so cuddly it’s adorable

- Getting neon yellow nails to match his hair>>>

- Definitely would like to match fits w you when y’all step out

- WOULD GET YOU AN ANKLE BRACELET W HIS INITIALS ON IT SO HE CAN KISS YOUR ANKLE WHEN HE PUTS YOUR LEGS OVER HIS SHOULDERS!!

- Most fashionable couple FR

- Always has to be touching you in some way

- Holding your hand, arm around you, hand in your pockets

- Wants to make sure you’re there and won’t slip away from him

- Imagining him going to meet your family and he’s SWEATING like he knows he’s not everyone’s cup of tea and really doesn’t want to start anything

- “You are good at soccer so you have like + 100 points right now”(watching Latino people watch the football on the Olympics is so scary 😫)

- Imagine your family watching his games😭 embarrassing bc now I’m imagining a room full of dads and uncles glued to the tv and cheering him on like he can hear it💀💀

- “You so skinny you need to eat more!”

- He’s charming your aunties to steal plates from your house

- You get in the car and he has like 3 Tupperwares full of left overs

- Great with kids because they think he’s cool

- he’s breaking they ankles in soccer tho he’s not gunna play nice w kids

- If “play where it’s safe cuz it’s NOT over here” was a person

- Like he can go 0-100 in a millisecond so if someone tries him

- Very “who’s gon beat my ass about it??” Type beat

- People think y’all are so cute bc he’s so smiley and sweet to you

- DEFINITELY says filthy shit in your ear too

- Like he’s cuddly w everyone he likes so you’d be no different but he’s slipping his hands up your shirt

- Number one hype man when you get your hair done

- So extra

- “My baby so cute🥹🥹”

- Box braids are his favorite bc he can put charms and stuff in your hair

- also medium long locs bc imagining him walking up to you and pushing them out your face to see your eyes🥺

- Freak

- Probably sends you links to sex toys and is like

- “👀👀??”

-“I’m a visual learner btw”

- The MOST unserious character in this whole series so far

- His song is rodeo but just the flo Milli verse i WILL NOT ELABORATE!!

- Once he get to doing that thing where he lower his voice just call in sick bc you probably not walking

- Not that he doesn’t care about your pleasure it’s more he’s fucking until HE taps out so your brains can be soup but he’s not done so,,,,hold on?

- If you like me and a few inches shorter than him will be smug about it

- His personality is big enough to count as a size kink but being a little taller makes him get a big head

- Talks you through it the whole time

- Switching back and fourth between degrading and praise so fast it makes your head spin

- “Hm? Don’t tell me my little slut is tapping out? You were begging me so nicely earlier”

- only one who can say babygirl and it not be cringe 🤭

- “be a good boy and spread your legs for me, hm?”

- Really sloppy kisser during sex too

- Will tell you to stick your tongue out for him

- On the rougher side of kinky stuff

- Fucks you like it’s the last time he ever will every time

- Don’t care about getting caught bc either way he’s not stopping

- Probably how you’d end up sleeping w him and Isagi I fear

- Isagi is so sweet and megaru is MEAN

- Isagi trying to go slow and be gentle and Megaru over here pulling your hair calling you a pretty whore

- this man In grey sweatpants would end me

- APART OF THE SHORT KING BIG DICK CREW

- he’s tall by Japanese standards but juuuuust 3cm above average in American height

- he already walks out the shower naked w NO care in the world

- probably walks around the house like that too Ngl

- “I am returning to the natural state of my birth” I will glue your clothes to your body sir :/

- feel like he’s more girth than length like don’t get me wrong he def has a third leg but he’s gunna have to work you open

- “ Oh don’t worry, I’ll make sure it fits”

- Act right dick™️ so don’t push him too far in public

- Definitely a bad influence!! You’re trying to be normal in public and he gives you a look

- Next thing you know he’s on his knees for you in a bathroom or an empty hallway🙄

- In the locker room so many times the rest of his friends already know, and when you two disappear they not stepping foot in there

- Buys you lingerie because he’s your biggest hype man

- When you feel confident you’re the most sexy

- “Mmm you look so good in that cute outfit, you won’t be too mad if I tear it off right?”

- Spreads your legs wide and will make you look in the mirror and watch as he fingers you open

- The type of man who fucks you so good you would get his name tatted on your ass

- Your family actually is probably like “don’t you go corrupting that sweet boy”

- And behind closed doors he’s got his hand holding your hair in a tight fist as he makes himself comfy in your throat

- “Let me hold your hair up for you💕”

- L$D- asap Rocky is also his song

#my writing #x black reader #blue lock #bllk imagines #blue lock smut #Megaru bachira #bachira imagines #bachira meguru #blue lock x black reader #x chubby reader #blue lock bachira #bachira smut #meguru smut #Spotify #blue lock meguru bachira #meguru x reader

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darklordsauron · 2 years

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I WATCHED THE FIRST EPISODE OF RINGS OF POWER (illegally) SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO:

I will list all the bad things and the good things of the first episode. Fair warning, I am right and those articles which calls this piece of steaming shit a masterpiece is wrong.

BAD THINGS-

The acting is sub par and so uncaring that it literally didn't feel like a real, just under a billion dollar, fantasy show based off of the legendary writing of J.R.R Tolkien.(Rest in peace, you deserve the world.)

Galadriel is a Mary-Sue (the perfect person. Everybody wants to be her, she is so 'cool' Rawr XD Uwu) and she is short despite being described in the books as taller than most elvish women and almost half of elvish men.

Elrond seems to have a crush on her and that just makes me nauseated.

Galadriel, if I should even call her that, wears the fëanorian star on every wardrobe item she owns it seems.

Actually, all the elves are the same height or even under it when compared to the humans.

The music sounds more like Game of Thrones than anything even remotely associated with LOTR.

The costume design in terrible. The material is cheap and plastic, they don't even try to conceal it. In one scene you can see that one of the background characters is wearing a black T-shirt underneath the clothes.

They barely say any of the characters' names (except Galadriel, which they repeat almost constantly). I had to google their names.

Brondir is the edgy warrior who is in love with the single mother (already forgot her name) who tries to help everyone around her.

The Harfoots, I also forgot all of their names, are the Hobbits of the second age and I hate the other main character whom comes from them. She is the relatable, clumsy character who is super curious. In other words, the most over used and predictable trope in all of film history.

They bring in new monsters/creatures that Tolkien never, ever wrote about. They probably needed these cliches to make the first episode more interesting.

The CGI sucks especially when Galadriel is climbing the glacier, icy, mounting thingy. The water is jelly and a piece of Valinor's sky literally clips out if you look really closely.

They jump locations every two minutes which gave me a headache and somehow the series is both fast and slow...AT THE SAME TIME!

There is really no heart in it. The entire thing was apathetic and simply lacked soul (because they sold their souls for money).

GOOD THINGS-

Gil-galad, his character actually looks canon and the actor is putting his heart into the performance thus making him the best.

The make-up of the orcs is simply beautiful. If only the rest of the series was.

Any scene with Sauron and the mentions of Morgoth is cool as it feels as if they have actual power in the otherwise boring show.

So far it sucks (no surprise there). I wanted to break my TV simply because their disrespect towards the source material is so obvious. Tomorrow my brain will have recovered enough to watch episode 2: Shit becomes shitier.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

#lord of the rings #the rings of power #lotr on prime #middle earth #tolkien #lotr #lotr amazon #fuck amazon #j.r.r. tolkien #i hate it thanks #amazon is a mosquito #the silm #galadriel #the mary-sue #the first episode was terrible #literally the worst #my brain is fucked #why

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sunmoonjune · 1 year

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Would you agree that hyunjin is a type of bf who wears y/n's scrunchy or hairband because he wants to carry their scent wherever he goes? uwu

omg how did I know what clip this was before even clicking on the link xD tch hairband is iconic lol

and yes yes!! hyunjin is a bit of a brat, so he is def known for taking things of scm!reader's to keep their scent on him,, reader is also not the only one that gets stolen from -- they all wear each other's clothes whenever given the chance :)) hyunjin will steal shirts and sweaters any time he has the opportunity -- he really likes to keep your scent with him,, it feels like you're still with him even when you can't be at his side :'))

if you wear scrunchies in your hair, hyunjin is not above stealing them and putting them in his own hair :3

it probably goes something a little like this::

Drabble beneath the cut ;)) it gets a little suggestive so minors please dni

pairing: poly!stray kids x fem!reader (chan, Minho, hyunjin and Felix focused) [werewolf!au - petrichor!univese] [poly!skz]

warnings: suggestive content!! no minors pls! teasing, hand kink, Dom!chan, dom!minho, switch!hyunjin, a little choking, member x member relationships, cursing

"Hyunjin!" your disgruntled shout echoes through the pack house, causing said werewolf to lift his head from the phone in his hands. You sigh frustratedly when your rummaging hands can't locate a single hair tie, the drawer that usually houses the scrunchies empty and barren. Tucking some hair behind your ear in an effort to keep it away from your face, you desperately try to locate something to hold it back. Felix wants to bake with you today, and you don't want your hair in your way while you do so.

"Yeah, Pretty?"

Hyunjin's humming response comes from the door, just beginning to enter the room, beckoned by the call of his name. He likes making you mad - that brat. Something about the frustrated look on your face and the way you turn it towards him makes him all hot and bothered. A smirk begins to pull up the corner of his mouth as he leans his tall form against the doorway.

When you whip around to face your mate, you barely have time to take in the obnoxiously attractive way he's leaning against the doorframe. With his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his lips, your heart skips a beat as your chest begins to feel warm.

However, your eyes lock onto the rosy pink scrunchy pulling the top half of his hair away from his eyes before you look too close at Hyunjin's attractive form.

"Jinnie, my hair tie!" you huff, stepping forward into his body with a frown on your lips. "S'it you who keeps stealing them? I can't find anymore!"

Hyunjin chuckles, leaning down closer to your face and you feel your skin get hot as his full lips fill your vision. He uncrosses his arms to pull you close, hands grasping your hips and guiding them towards his own. When you wiggle a little in embarrassment, Hyunjin nearly tosses his head back with a groan. You're a little too close to be moving like that, and Hyunjin nearly leans down to sink his teeth into your neck to keep you still. His wolf snarls inside his mind, goading him into doing so.

"Yeah, s'me," Hyunjin giggles, pushing his head into your neck. He hugs you close, starting to rock back and forth a little as your hands come up into his hair. "I like the way you smell, Angel"

When your fingers delve into the strands of his soft hair, scratching once against his scalp, Hyunjin sighs contentedly. However, still frustrated at your lack of hair tie and now knowing the culprit, your fingers grasp the hair at his scalp and gently pull his head back by the strands.

Though you had not expected Hyunjin to nearly keen when you do so.

The taller man allows his mouth to fall open, a desperate sound escaping his lips as you pull his hair. His body is too hot all of the sudden – too close and far too attractive. Hyunjin's hands dig into your hips, anchoring you to his front as he pushes his own hips a fraction closer.

"Ngh," Hyunjin grunts, his pretty voice echoing through the room as heat fills your stomach. Your mouth parts, not expecting the sound to escape him.

Hyunjin's teeth push at his gums, aching to extend and scrape them against your skin. He can see the raised skin of Chan's mating mark at your throat, and Hyunjin longs to refresh his own - just a few inches lower, so close to the breasts he loves so much.

"Jinnie?!"

Hyunjin doesn't answer verbally this time, simply pushing his hips closer and allowing the stiffening of his pants to respond for him. His chest rumbles in some sort of low purr, his fangs pushing beyond his gums as his hands slide closer to your back side. Your scent fills his senses, and his wolf growls happily - content with the growing arousal of one of their mates.

This had not been what you were expecting when you were searching for your hair tie.

"S'going on in here?"

Minho's voice interrupts the moment, stepping into the room with a grin on his lips. He could feel the growing arousal of one of his mates through the bond, unable to resist the sweet temptation of joining you. His own smirk pulls at his lips as his eyes take in your forms, wrapped tightly around each other as Hyunjin keens.

Your hand is wrapped in Hyunjin's hair, pulling his head back as your mouth drops open the slightest in muted shock. Hips pushed together, Minho feels the bond surge as you realize who has entered the room. His arms crossed across his muscular chest, Minho stands at the door with an eyebrow raised in that cocky look that makes you weak in the knees.

"Minho..." you breathily murmur as Hyunjin's hands squeeze you tight. Feeling hot and tingly, you squirm against the taller's body as he moans.

"Ahh..." the older werewolf hums, stalking into the room with slow strides. His aura is overwhelming, the dominant pheromones obvious to Hyunjin as Minho grows closer. You only see his darkened eyes and salacious grin as he descends on the two of you. "I've got two disobedient puppies, don't I?"

You shy away from his heated look, feeling suddenly submissive under Minho's heavy-lidded gaze.

Hyunjin answers with a weak snarl, wrenching his head from your grip and burying his face into your neck. Beginning to press his soft lips to the skin of your throat, you feel your bond surge with heat as his teeth scrape against the skin. When he comes a little too close to Chan's mating mark, you know it's too late.

The bond between you and the Alpha swells, getting hot and setting your nerves alight. Minho seems to know, his smirk widening as he realizes he'll have a little help putting you and Hyunjin in your places.

"Are you asking to be punished, Pretty boy?" Minho purrs, now close enough to run a hand over Hyunjin's spine. He grins wolfishly, fangs flashing when Hyunjin shivers.

"Sure seems like it."

Chan.

The Alpha steps into the room, radiating dominance and making your skin hot as his eyes roam over your exposed skin and Hyunjin's grip on your hips. You wiggle again, feeling the stiffness at Hyunjin's thighs against you as you sigh breathily. Hyunjin keens again.

This time, Minho's hand grips Hyunjin by his hair, pulling the younger wolf away from your neck with a smirk. Chan descends on the two of you with a dark look in your eyes and you shiver. The Alpha hovers over you with a grin, his muscular form hulking and feeling hot as it comes so close to your skin.

"Yeah?" Chan murmurs, his hand sliding up your front as he takes Hyunjin's place at your front. When his strong hand wraps around your throat, his thumb pushing gently into your mouth and brushing against the bottom lip, you feel so weak under him. Legs nearly trembling and stomach feeling hot, you feel the space between your thighs dampen with arousal. Chan's eyes seem to darken even further when his heightened senses catch the scent.

"You wanna' be punished, sweet thing?" Chan purrs, pushing your head back a little so he can see the raised skin of his mating mark. His wolf snarls happily at the sight of it, looking shiny under the florescent lights. His stomach twists and his chest swells with pride as he turns to Minho with a grin. The two wolves meet eyes, silently agreeing on something as Minho begins to pull Hyunjin out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom.

Hyunjin grins, not expecting the outcome, but certainly happy with it. He follows Minho with a little yip as his lover grips his ass on the way out. Minho laughs, unreasonably attractive in that moment.

Your eyes are drawn back to Chan's dark ones. The Alpha is looking down at you with those heavy eyes and you feel so submissive beneath that lusty gaze. When your lips open to kiss his thumb, softly taking it between your teeth, Chan purrs.

"Yeah you do," Chan murmurs, beginning to pull you back towards the bedroom. "Fuck... my pretty baby."

It's only when Chan pushes you onto the bed, your form falling into Hyunjin's waiting shirtless arms, Minho at your back and beginning to pull away your shirt, does Felix enter the doorway with a shout.

"Hey! We were supposed to be baking!' his incredulous words reach your ears, body sandwiched between two wolves, the third already beginning to join you. It's hot and heavy and your head begins to feel dizzy as the bond swells and surges with arousal.

"Join us then!" Minho turns his head to purr.

Felix sighs with a roll of his eyes, already stepping forward to shut the door behind him. Chan laughs against your skin when Felix begins to pull his shirt off with a huff, sliding onto the bed with a huff.

"You guys are ridiculous - move over."

#moonie speaks #stormclouds at midnight #kingdom of night #monies hard hours #hyunjin x reader #minho x reader #poly!stray kids x reader #chan x reader #Felix x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids au

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wildestdreamsblog · 2 years

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I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me

Pairing: 6’4 Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Soft!dark Steve Rogers, Yandere!Steve Roger, size kink? Bad words? If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

Summary: You just wanted to try one night stand- for the sake of your sanity. But who knew you would be doing it with the Captain America himself?

A/N: I came back bearing gift for you! Thank you so much for always supporting me my loves! Also quick life update, I have 13 days left in my job before I’m finally free~ will probably rest for a month before I look for another job for my sanity uwu. I hope you enjoy this! Also!!! 4kish fic, first time I wrote a one-shot thing long

“You!”

Sam jumped from his seat upon hearing your loud shout. Steve, who wasn’t expecting the loud sound coming from you, only calmly looked behind him from his seated form on the bar. He was still nursing the whisky despite his inability to get drunk, only accompanying Sam in what he called “boys night”, sans Bucky who was busy guarding his little bird. Or rather, stalking his little bird. He watched you over his hooded eyes, the dimmed lights from the bar making him looked dangerous, but it was the way he looked at you that almost made you stopped walking to him. He waited patiently for you to reach him, his form completely relaxed, his posture leaning against the bar and even seated, he managed to tower over your small form.

“Me.” Steve stated with a smirked on his face, the blue shirt he was wearing brought out the beauty in his eyes. You felt Sam’s dark eyes on you as if in thought why you were screaming at the Captain America.

Only that you didn’t know he was a hero. You weren’t from around here, you weren’t even from around this state. Or this continent. You were here for an overseas job that you just couldn’t not accept- a job that would get you out of your comfort zone and one that would broaden your career. Who could say no to that?

You squinted your eyes at him, taking his confidence and masculinity in.

“Do you find me attractive?” You asked with false bravado. At this point, you were beyond frustrated with the way you just finish. You meant, you were doing your part, you were putting yourself out there. You just got out of a three-year relationship, in which you never came, not even once. You could not help but think that maybe there was something wrong with you.

Were you not doing it right? Were you not putting more effort? Were you not just enthusiastic? You meant, how hard could it be? Other people did it on a daily basis- then why could you not orgasm? And you felt sorry for your then partner. You could not help but think that maybe you were the problem? Maybe there were just women who couldn’t come. Yeah, right. So you tried again with someone else for months. And. You. Still. Couldn’t. Come.

And so you promised yourself that this would be your last great effort in trying to achieve it. You told yourself to find the most attractive man in this fancy bar, and go home with him. So here you were, trying to stand taller than you actually were, and asking the handsome man in front of you if he found you attractive.

Steve tilted his head in the endearing way of his, looked down and up at you slowly running his eyes over your gorgeous form and met your eyes. His blue ones twinkled as if he found this amusing, “Yes.” His velvet voice affirmed.

“Then do you want to have sex with me?” You sputtered, hoping that your voice came out sure and not shaky, as what you felt inside.

Steve tilted his head, his long lashes fluttering as he blinked, as he regarded you. He looked like he was considering what you asked seriously.

Sam chuckled, in his own way of easing the awkwardness he was feeling after a moment of dead air, “Good luck with that. This man is as decent as-“

Suddenly, Steve rose to his feet, his huge form towering over you little one before he collected his leather jacket.

“I would love to.”

You blinked owlishly, craning your head up just to look at his eyes as he neared your little form, the soft lights from the bar was making him looked ethereal, as if he was an angel, one that looked at you with a dark glint in his eyes. He bowed his head a little so he could see better. He could not help but likened you to a little kitten, one that was hissing and standing up more than its actual height. Your head was just leveled below his chest. You were so small that Steve didn’t know how you survived life so far. He knew what it was like to be little, he was no stranger to being small. But back then, he had Bucky. And despite how brave Steve was back then, he knew he would diminished without someone protecting him. You reminded him of Steve before the serum. You were brave, so brave despite the tremble in your lips when you approached him. You were scared…but you still did it. There was something about your gentle courage that made him want to go with you just to see this through. He wasn’t like that. To be honest, he had always thought of women as something that he could survive without. After all, he lived a long life without a companion. He had never understood why Bucky was so enamored and captivated by his little bird.

But strangely, all he wanted to do was get to know you…so he could protect you.

So…was there someone protecting you, little kitten?

He smiled at you, his nose picking up your sweet fragrance. He wanted nothing but to smell you more. He cocked his head to the side, his hand going in his pocket as he watched you involuntarily take a step back.

“You can back out,” his baritone voice teased you. He didn’t know why he said that, perhaps it was his way of giving you a chance to get out of this predicament. Perhaps, he was scared to find out how he would be like if his incessant need to protect you deepened beyond going back. He watched your brows furrowed as if you were seriously considering backing out. He hoped you wouldn’t. For both of your back, he hoped you would. He was torn, but he wasn’t going to make the decision for you. No, you have to decide for the both of you.

“Are you scared, little kitten?”

You snapped your eyes back at him, the strong resolve he saw mere minutes ago was now back, stronger than ever. You stepped closer to him, and without thinking, you reached for his hand and pulled him, leading him out of the bar and into the life you would inevitably have with him when you made the decision to touch him.

Steve opened his apartment door, sidestepping and gesturing for you to enter his lair. You eyed him but he just gave you an innocent smile before tilting his head as he waited for you to enter his apartment. You stepped foot inside his apartment, your eyes roaming over the place of the man you wanted to sleep with. Your eyes found the hanged black and white photograph of him and a dark-haired man wearing what looked like an old military uniform. The next photograph was of a group of huge men wearing..costumes? Was Steve a model? You frowned before walking deeper into his apartment. His apartment screamed masculinity, it smelled clean and with a hint of his distinct smell. You jumped when you heard the door closed, Steve locking it as he put his car keys on the table. He smiled innocently at you before perching himself on the edge of the table, his stance completely relaxed like nothing could falter him. His heart swelled of approval when he asked you where you wanted to go and you suggested his place. Smart girl, he thought. You should not let anyone in your place.

You cleared your throat, standing awkwardly in front of this massive and handsome man as he looked at you with a smile on his lips as if you were amusing to him, “I like your apartment.”

“I like your lips,” he smiled sweetly at you before reaching his large hand at you, urging you to take it, “can I kiss you?”

You chuckled as you walked near him, “Is this how it usually goes?”

“What?”

“One night stands,” you clarified before stepping in between his spread legs instead of taking his hand, “the movies were wrong, then.” This close and you could see how blue his eyes were, how he perfectly sculpted his jaw was, how long his lashes were as he stared at you. Despite his half-sitting position, your head only grazed his chest. Slowly, his large hand covered the expanse of the small of your back, pulling you closer to his form, wanting to feel your warmth.

“How does the movie usually go, hmm?” He whispered as he ran his nose to your jaw, down to your neck, taking you in, taking your scent in because he had never in his life wanted to know what someone smelt like, only now. This was more than what was in the movie, little kitten. No, this was more intense.

You sighed as he pulled you even closer, “Well, usually, they go inside the apartment drunk out of their heads, bodies locked together as if all they are driven to do is to well, fuck.” You heard him chuckled, before he returned his eyes on you. Slowly, he tucked your hair behind your ear, “There’s usually not much talking, I think,” you added.

Steve tipped your chin to him, “Well I guess, this is not a one night stand, then.”

You weren’t given a chance to think about what had said when he decided to finally do what he had been wanting to do the whole night. Steve’s lips touched yours so tenderly, as if the huge man himself was terrified to know how your lips tasted like, only to find himself instantly addicted to them. He growled before standing up, your face in between his strong hands as he deepened the kiss, never giving you the chance to escape from his hunger, and not that you wanted to. It had been so long since someone made you feel something akin to this, or really no one at all made you feel like this. You had read about this, you had watched movies when the characters kissed for the first time. You had always thought that it would really be like that with you. But time and time again, you were disappointed. You had always felt nothing, you thought kissing was a chore.

But this- this was what the movies and literatures and art were talking about. This was the explosive feeling, the anticipation, and the warmth you never knew was possible to feel all at once.

You breathed once Steve separated from your lips, his chest heaving as his eyes darkened. You didn’t know how you ended up in his bedroom without you feeling it, but Steve guided you. He would always guide you. Without breaking eye contact, Steve took off his shirt before you, his muscles rippling with his every move and he looked stronger without his clothes.

Steve looked like a warrior.

“Seriously,” you voiced out despite your breathy voice, “what do you do? Are you a model?”

Because how the fuck could he looked like that with a normal job? You meant- he wasn’t going to look like that if he was an accountant, right?

He chucked before stepping closer to you and you had no choice but to step back as he invaded your space, “Something like that.” His baritone voice answered you before gently pushing you on his bed, you bounced only once because before you knew it, he was on you again. His large body encaging you, his muscular thigh on each side of your hips preventing any movement from you.

“How are you so beautiful?” He quietly asked, his eyes soft as he breathed you in that you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“I should be the one asking you that. I can’t believe you agreed-“

Steve cut you off with the touch of his lips, his kisses deep. He was just glad you chose him. He was the lucky one. His lips trailed to your neck, sucking lightly as he squeezed your breasts, heaving as you gasped when he bit a little too hard. Steve had never wanted to mark anyone as badly as he did you, he had always been gentle. But something about you made him feral, as if he had no better purpose than to possess you, to make you feel as wonderful as you made him feel. You froze when he reached your underwear. Steve paused and looked at you from between your legs.

“Okay?” He whispered, afraid that he had scared you with his intensity.

You nodded sheepishly, before telling him the truth. “I just- I don’t want you to be angry or disappointed,”

He was shaking his head before you could even finished. Steve crawled his huge body to yours, “What’s wrong?” He asked as he caressed your cheeks.

You bit your lip, your cheeks heating up, “Ihaveneverorgasmwithaman,”

“What?”

“I have never-“

“No, I understood. Why are you sorry?”

“Because..it’s not normal and I’m scared you’ll get mad. I just wanted to put it out there that if I don’t, then it’s not your fault.”

You looked up at him over your lashes, trying to gauge his reaction to your predicament. He was silent for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours before he frowned, “I still don’t understand why you’re sorry. If they can’t do their job properly, then why are you the one sorry?”

You blinked owlishly at him, before being aware of your nudity and proceeded to cover yourself on his blanket only for him to wrench it away from you. His face darkened, why were you hiding yourself from him?

You gulped from the look on his face, before he leaned down, his lips moving against yours ever so deeply as if he never wanted to separate from you. You were so focused on his warmth that you didn’t notice his hand on its way to your pussy that you gasped when you felt him cupped your wetness.

“Those boys don’t know what to do with a precious gem like you,” he whispered hotly in your ear, his finger slowly rubbing your clit, massaging it so slowly that you didn’t know what to do but moan. “They don’t know how to treat this perfect pussy right-“ you felt his long finger in you, slowly inserting and twisting as it went inside. His thumb played with your clit, rubbing it back and forth as he whispered dirty promises in your ear. You were gushing embarrassingly fast that when he inserted another finger, that after he hit it just too right, you unbelievingly came. You back arched as he didn’t stop fingering you, even as he looked at you with wonder, strands of his hair falling on his forehead. “If only you could see you,” he growled as he quickened his movements, never giving you reprieve as you felt the coil snapped, bringing you to another pleasure. “I’m glad they never saw you like this. They might have never let you go.”

And he won’t.

You rested your hand on his hard chest, trying to push him away. “Wait-“ you tried catching your breath as you felt him crawled down to your pussy, as he spread your legs farther apart, as he used his shoulders to stop you from closing it, even as you covered your still quivering pussy from his lips.

“Yes, my little kitten?” He answered, his eyes focused your disheveled form.

“I’m Y/N,” you couldn’t believe you were introducing yourself to a man who just made you come twice.

“I know.”

“How?”

“I saw you ID.”

What? When?

“Now can you please remove your hand so I can finally eat my pussy?”

His what now?

“I’m still sensitiv-“

“Kitten,” his authoritative voice called out to you, letting you know that he meant business, “we have years to make up for your disappointing sex with disappointing boys. I take my job seriously, so can you please remove your hand from my pussy?”

And he ate you with gusto. His appreciative growls and moans adding to your pleasure, lapping at your pussy as if he couldn’t get enough, as if he had been craving you for so long. And when he inserted his tongue in you, his dark eyes at you, and as your impending orgasm came, his hands on your thighs tightened, preventing your from moving, And all you could do was to take what he was giving you.

“You are so receptive to me, kitten. Do you know what it does to a man?” You heard him asked, and you heard the buckle of his belt resounding to the quietness of the night, the sound of his zipper was so loud, the rustle of his pants as he stripped from them made you opened your eyes. You sat up sheepishly, his hand pumping his hard cock once, twice- his eyes never leaving yours even as your crawled away from him. There was no way that you could come again, despite your ages long dry-spell, coming numerous times in a row was intimidating you. “Steve-“

He cut you off he started crawling to you, his hard cock pointing to you. It was so big, and it looked so angry that you acted before you could think. You made it to the door, but you should know you couldn’t outrun a super soldier. You felt his large body behind you, his hard cock trapped between his abs and your back. “You know what it does to a man, little kitten? It makes him want to keep you, to possess you.

And that night, he did possess all of you.

“I swear Bucky, you have to do something about your best friend. It’s been more than a month and he acts so irritable I swear to God the agents are terrified of him,” Sam ranted to Steve’s best friend, Bucky. Well, maybe Bucky’s also Sam’s best friend but no one should know. Sam would not live the end of it.

Bucky hmmed, his eyes focused on his phone as he texted his little bird that he would be home in a few hours.

“Hey, are you listening?”

“Yes, Samuel. Steve is like that because he lost his little kitten when she was already in the grasp of his hand. And now he couldn’t find her.”

“Right. So why not just move on?” Sam pondered, he couldn’t understand how these men lost their ever-so loving mind over a woman. He meant, Bucky lived for work back then, so focused on his task that he thought nothing could fazed this man. Then entered, his little kitten. And now he lived and breathed to protect her. On the other hand, Steve was the most gentle and kindest soul Sam had ever met. He couldn’t even hurt anyone except when it was absolutely needed, always had the longest patience and was the voice of reason when Bucky found his little kitten.

But now, looked at him- brooding with his long hair that he had no more time to cut from looking for her everyday, snapping at the mistakes of the agent, and training them with intensity that made even Sam wary.

“Why should he? He’ll find her,” Bucky shrugged, unbothered by what was happening to his best buddy. “He wanted to join the military even when he was sickly and under qualified, and he did. He wanted to save the world despite the imminent danger, and he did. You should know, Sam. It’s only a matter of time before he finds her.”

“Find who?” Steve grumbled, his long legs carrying him inside the training area, his hair swept back.

Bucky flashed his best friend a smile, “Well, who else? Your little kitten. In the first place, you should have guarded her better.”

“What was he supposed to do, Bucky? Tie her up so she wouldn’t be able to escape the next morning?” Sam asked jokingly at the two men training with him.

“Maybe I should have.”

What?

“Capsicle,” Tony called from the door, gesturing for Steve. “You made another agent cry. I am so exhausted from putting out fires. First, it was Bucky with his insubordinate ass. But thank fuck he found his little bird and now he’s at least 47% better to work with. Now you, making our agents cry with your strictness and your rigorous training. I need you to lead this team and really lead it. What’s with you? Is it because of that girl? What should I do to return you to normal? What should I do to make you sane again, huh, cap? Should I find her myself? Is that what you want? Because I am so exhausted from placating our agents and listening to their complaints. What should I do? You want me to find her? DONE!”

Steve frowned, he was only half-listening to Tony’s tirade when what he said caught his attention. “What?”

“You’re welcome,” he drawled before rolling his eyes and turning his back on Steve, “I should be the irresponsible one! Stop making me the responsible one I hate it!”

Your eyes trained on your laptop screen as you continued your report on the medicine that your group had been working on. You had been busy for the past month and seeing the success of the medicine was making all the hours you spent working worth it. You sipped your coffee, the small coffee shop’s interior was somehow making you more productive. You returned your attention on your report, the caffeine hitting you just right. You were so immersed with finishing your work that you almost didn’t notice the huge man planting himself on the seat in front of you.

“Long time no see, my runaway kitten,”

Your eyes widened at that familiar voice, one that whispered sweet nothings in your ear more than a month ago. His blue eyes were hidden by his dark shades. You couldn’t see his eyes, and thank God you couldn’t because if you saw how intense his eyes were, there would be no doubt that you would run again. And he couldn’t let it happen the second time, could he? He watched you as you looked surprised by him. He reached for your coffee and took a sip of it, never straying his eyes from yours. “Nothing to say to me?”

“I’m sorry.. I don’t know the right protocol for what we did. I thought one should leave after the deed?” You asked, clearly confused. You meant, wasn’t that how one nights stands were supposed to go?

“Is that why you left?”

You nodded slowly. You had enjoyed the night you spent with him. He was extremely masculine, but nevertheless, he took care of you. He was gentle as he cuddled you, even as he cleaned you his touches were soft as if he never wanted to hurt you. You felt so cared for, so feminine that night that there was no doubt in your mind that you chose the right man that night.

But like all things, it had to come to an end.

Steve frowned. This could all have been avoided if only he cleared things with you, or if he held you tighter that night so you wouldn’t be able to leave. Nevermind, that would be the last time you left.

“So how’s work? How’s your modeling career?”

“Excuse me?”

“You told me you were a model,” you clarified with a smile on your face.

Steve cleared his throat, dodging your question. You were already skittish enough, what more if you finally knew who he was? No. He had to cement himself in your life first. That way, you wouldn’t be able to escape him that quickly.

“Do you find me attractive?” He inquired, throwing back to you what you asked him that night.

You frowned, of course you did. You meant, looked at him. There was no way he was real.

“Then do you want to go out with me?”

You paused. You liked him, you really did. But you didn’t think you were ready for a romantic relationship just yet. You smiled at him softly, reaching for his massive hand. “Steve,” you started before looking up at him, “I am not ready for a relationship right now.”

He considered what you said, his jaw clenching with the thought of not having you. But like anything he had ever wanted, he would find ways to get it.

He offered you a small smile, “I understand.”

You found yourself that same night plastered on his door, Steve’s muscular arms on either side of you as he kissed you, something he would make up for missing you for over a month. If you weren’t ready yet, Steve knew he could do other things to speed things up. He knew you were going to end up his, it was only a matter of time. He wasn’t above seducing you, little kitten.

You only needed a nudge.

And if that didn’t work, well… he could always accidentally forget protection.

You wouldn’t be able to leave the next day if you had a baby, right? No. If the public found out about you, the whole world would expect that Captain America would do the right thing by you. Steve would never have to wake up without you again.

Set in the same universe as Your Protector, Forever

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