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yeonzzzn · 2 months

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need a fic about staff!reader and idol!sunghoon who have to fool around in secret (but it’s not really secret bc hoon cannot control himself).. until its the newest headline on the gossip pages

anon, I love this fr fr!! your brain is *chef kiss* this one is for you!

pairing: sunghoon x afab!reader word count: 1.7k

Sunghoon tried to not make it so obvious. Tried to keep it a secret and his feelings nonexistent when the other members or staff were around. To hide any signs he could possibly be in a relationship or even talking to someone.

Except, Sunghoon is way too obvious. He can’t keep secrets and shows his feelings all too well. He can’t help but get possessive or jealous making it again, obvious that he’s in a relationship.

It didn’t start that way though.

From the moment you were hired to be one of Enhypen’s new stylists, Sunghoon took a liking to you, trying to find any way possible to get his dick inside you.

Except he was shy at first, keeping his dirty thoughts to himself and his hand late at night in his bedroom.

It took months before Sunghoon started to get confident in flirting with you, testing the water at first to see how you’d react, and when you reacted the way he hoped…oh you were done for.

You caught up to Sunghoon’s antics really fast. Noticing his eyes on you. Noticing how he was always the first in the dressing room and the last to leave. Always putting himself in front of you to style him so you didn’t get the chance to even style one of the other boys.

Sunghoon was so obvious, but you found it cute, enduring, and kinda hot.

Sunghoon wanted to get to know you, sure. But the attraction he felt and the thoughts of getting his dick wet kind of outweighed that. But you worked with him, there was plenty of time to get to know you.

It wasn’t until a wardrobe malfunction happened that it really kicked things off between you and Sunghoon.

His shirt ripped in the middle of taking off some of his equipment in between sets to readjust. Having staff members send him running to you to fix it.

You looked at the whole torn at the back of his shirt, “The whole is too big, won’t be able to sew it back together. It’d be too obvious.” So it was settled on a shirt change. You walked to the clothing rack, picking an iced blue color shirt that matched his black jeans perfectly, “This one should do, here go ahead and—“

You weren’t expecting to see Sunghoon in the process of lifting the shirt off his body and dropping it to the floor. Exposing his toned body. Your eyes scanned his abs, his chest, his biceps…Bless whoever opened the first gym and started the chain reaction of opening them everywhere. Truly a blessing.

Sunghoon smirked, loving to see the blush on your cheeks, getting you right where he wanted you.

“Like what you see, pretty?”

You made eye contact with him, trying every way possible to keep your breathing even.

“Uh, h-here’s the new shirt,” you said, quickly placing the shirt in his hands and turning to walk out of the dressing room, except obviously, that didn’t happen.

Sunghoon grabbed your arm and pulled you back, trapping you between him and the vanity.

“Don’t leave me just yet, aren’t you supposed to make sure the shirt fits?” he rolled his hips against you, feeling his hardening cock against your stomach, “I’m sure it’ll fit perfectly though.”

You knew Sunghoon knew what he was doing, trying to make a play on words for how well his dick would fit inside you. Granted, it was working, regardless of how flustered you felt at that moment.

“Hoon, you have ten minutes before going back on stage,” you whispered, fingers gripping the sanity in hopes of keeping yourself from shaking.

“Then we have ten minutes to get busy, now don’t we?” He leaned his face closer to yours, “YN, Let me make you feel good.”

You nodded, letting him drop his hands to your legs and lift you on top of the vanity, rolling your skirt up your thighs and spreading your legs.

Sunghoon didn’t think this would be the way he finally fucked you, but he was here for it nonetheless.

He finally got to feel your lips on his, finally, had you wrapped around him perfectly as he pounded into you at a fast pace since his time was limited. The vanity rocked against the wall, being completely sure he was creating scuff marks on the white paint from the way he was fucking you against it. His hands squeezed your breasts. Tongue shoved down your throat. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer to you as you cum, making a mess on his cock. He couldn’t get enough of you, spilling his seed inside your pretty cunt and giving himself two minutes left to spare before going back on stage.

Sunghoon took any chance he could to fool around with you. Pulling you into any tight corner he could. Bending you over chairs, vanities, and the couches in the break room back at the HYBE building. Fucking you against walls at the stadiums they would perform at. Pressing your naked body against the mirrors in the practice rooms, leaving handprints behind once you two were finished.

It wasn’t too long before he started developing feelings for you, wanting more than just sex with you.

Sunghoon was already obvious as it was to the other members, they weren’t stupid. They knew he would sneak you over to their dorms late at night and he would sneak out of the dorms to your apartment.

But once Sunghoon caught feelings, phew it was way worse.

It became harder to not give you attention. To kiss you, touch you, spoil you. To act like there was nothing between the two of you when everyone was around.

Becoming possessive when another male staff member would talk to you. Be jealous if one of the other members needed a wardrobe change and you were the one to take care of them.

It became way too obvious to the point that Sunghoon finally broke down to the members about his feelings for you, their response being “DUH! We knew that already!” it made him feel relieved sure, but because of his idol status, he had no choice but keep it secret anyways.

Which only made it harder once the two of you finally became official. The members and staff all knew, but the fans and the rest of the world didn’t. Sunghoon wanted to show you off but knew he couldn’t for your safety.

It was comeback season for Enhypen. The boys were booked left and right for interviews, TV shows, and radio shows. The boys were busy and on a time crunch, but that didn’t stop Sunghoon from pulling you into the supply closet filled with the radio show equipment.

“Hoonie,” you whispered, “Someone will notice we’re missing!”

Sunghoon wasted no time pinning you against the shelves, his hands fiddling with the button on his pants, “Jake will vouch for us. Need you so bad baby.”

You could tell your boyfriend was nervous, this was a major radio show. And what better way than to relieve his nerves by fucking you?

You lifted your skirt and slid your panties to the side, giving Sunghoon full permission.

He licked two of his fingers, then slid them between your folds, groaning at the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his fingers.

“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered against your lips, “always taking good care of me.”

Sunghoon knew you didn’t have much time to waste, knowing you were ready to take him once your juices started leaking down his hand.

He replaced his fingers with his cock, slowly sliding into you. Moaning out your name once he bottomed out.

He wrapped one of your legs around his waist, giving him even more access to your cunt, and started pounding into you.

Sunghoon gripped one of the metal shelves, using it to his advantage to push further into you, shaking the entire thing.

The two of you moan against each other's mouths. Your fingers tangling in his hair.

It didn’t take you long to cum. The fast pace Sunghoon was fucking you at with the help of his grip on the shelf along with him hitting your g-spot, it had you spilling over the edge.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Sunghoon growled, “Love when you cum on my cock.”

Sunghoon glanced up at his watch, seeing he only had minutes left, “I’m gonna go faster baby, okay? Wanna cum in your sweet pussy before I have to go.”

You nodded, holding onto him tighter, settling your face in his neck.

Sunghoon pistoned into you, fucking into you in a primal state. You attached your lips to his neck, teeth biting down on the skin to keep your moans from reaching outside the door.

“hmmm, fuck, I’m cumming baby, oh fuck.”

Right when Sunghoon released his load, the door to the supply closet swung open, and one of the radio show hosts' staff members stood there staring at you two, watching as Sunghoon slowly continued to push his cock into you, chasing what little high he had left.

“I’ll come back later,” the staff member said, quickly shutting the door.

It wasn’t news to anyone when all the famous KPOP articles on Twitter were talking about your sexual act in the supply closet.

Sunghoon sat in the makeup chair, reading the articles on his phone while laughing his ass off.

“They can’t even get the full story right,” Sunghoon laughed even harder.

Your face turned red as you organized the boy's outfits for the comeback show tonight.

Heeseung was also reading about the articles but from the tweets their fans were making, “Some of these posts claim they already knew you were fucking someone and that these articles just confirm it.”

“Can’t we sue that radio company for even opening their mouths?!” Jake asked, fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket, “They went against Sunghoon’s privacy.”

Sunghoon just shrugged, “Not like I care anyway. Not my fault the guy decided to be a dick.”

Jay leaned over Heeseung’s shoulder, reading the comments, “Some of these say you kept going even after getting caught.”

Sunghoon just smiled, not saying a word.

“Oh, you’re sick,” Jungwon said, giving him a side-eye.

Sunghoon shrugged his leader's glare off and looked over in your direction, falling more in love with you than he was before, “At least I don’t have to hide anymore.”

“That’s the thing,” Niki rolled his eyes, “You were obvious from the beginning!”

“Exactly,” Sunoo said, “This only just made it easier for you two.”

Sunghoon didn’t care that his relationship with you got exposed, because now he didn’t have to try to hide. Even though he sucked at hiding anyways.

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hearttjason · 7 months

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AK Jason fluff to smut where he gifts her a J necklace

AN: WHOEVER THIS ANON IS I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK????! these jason asks got me feeling some type of way/pos sorry this took 50 years i had writers block💔

A gift for you.

jason todd x fem!reader

warnings: smut :p

you’re at home, bored out of your mind waiting for your boyfriend to come back from patrol. it’s nearing 4 am and you’re finding it hard to stay awake. just as you’re dozing off, you hear the window from the front room open, followed by heavy footsteps. you already know it’s jason so you call out to him, giving him a tired greeting since you’re too tired to get up. he walks in, tactical gear still on but he has a small box in his hand.

“thought of you while i was on patrol. got you a little something.” you can’t see it, but you know he’s smirking under his helmet. he takes it off and places it on his nightstand, undressing and getting into some shorts afterwards. he’s sitting on the bed, waiting for you to open it. you sit up, confused, but you open the box anyway. you certainly weren’t expecting to lay your eyes on a pretty j necklace with a heart that says “i love you”. you gasp and look at him, wide eyed and jaw dropped.

he laughs, a sound you could play on repeat and it’ll instantly cheer you up. “jay, this is so beautiful” you say quietly, still marveling at it. “beautiful necklace for my beautiful girl.” you close the box and set it on your nightstand before kissing him softly, cupping his face. he pushes his tongue against your lips, silently asking you to part them, and you do. a soft moan leaves your throat at the feeling of both of your tongues intertwining.

he pulls away slowly, out of breath and eyes lidded. “baby, let me take care of you?” jason asks, eyes silently pleading. you give him a nod to which he responds “you know the rules sweetheart, use those words like a big girl.” your heart flutters as you part your lips to speak. “jason..please.” “please what, baby?” you groan, not in the mood for his cockiness tonight. “please just fuck me already” you whine out. he grins mischievously before pushing you down on the bed softly.

he slips your night shorts and panties off and hums in approval. “one kiss has got your pussy dripping? you’re so easy baby” he teased. he runs a finger up your folds and groans lowly, eyes zeroing in on your glistening cunt. “so pretty” he murmurs to himself before getting on his knees and kissing your thighs, leaving little bite marks as he goes. “please” you whimper, bucking your hips up in hopes of getting any friction. “so fucking needy, pretty girl.” within the blink of an eye, his mouth is on your pussy, eating you like a man starved.

you can’t help but to whine and moan as he eats you out, experienced tongue licking and sucking. it’s almost as if he’s got a map of your cunt memorized in his brain. within a few minutes, your moans went from small “jason please” and “oh fuck” to “right there!” “m’gonna cum”. next thing you know, you’re clenching around his tongue and creaming all over it, high pitched slurs of his name leaving your pretty lips. “there we fuckin’ go. atta girl.” you’re twitching and jason spreads your legs a little more, spitting on your pussy and then kissing it cause he’s a freak!

“jason please. wan’ you inside.” he gets back on the bed and pulls off his shorts and boxers. “who am i to deny my pretty girl?” he slides into you slowly, letting out a low moan. “oh fuck baby, you’re s’tight.” once both of you have settled, he starts moving slowly, giving you deep thrusts. “j-jason! fuck, it’s s’good” you whine out, arms wrapping around his neck. “yeah? it’s so good? y’want me to fuck you to sleep baby?” you’re moaning and nodding, so cock drunk you barely registered what he said. he lets out a small laugh and says “okay baby, i’ll fuck you to sleep cause you’ve been such a good girl.” his thrusts speed up and he chokes out moans, gripping your hips harshly. “fuck fuck fuck- pussy’s fucking squeezing me, baby.”

“j-jay- jay m’gonna cum soon” you whine out. “i know baby, can feel ‘er getting tighter around me. fuckkk just like that.” before you know it, you’re fucking creaming around his cock, high pitched whines reverberating around your room. you just know you’re gonna get a complaint. “that’s it pretty girl, fucking cream on me. oh shit- m’gonna fill you up so nice baby.” you can barely hear him as the sleep finally catches up to you. a few thrusts later and he’s pumping you full of his cum with a whiny moan. you’re both spent, chests heaving as he pulls out.

“cant waste it baby” he grins before taking two fingers and plugging his cum into your hole. you shiver and whine at the feeling and he pulls them out, putting back on your shorts and underwear. “did so good for me” he mumbled, kissing your forehead before pulling up his shorts and boxers and laying down next to you. “gonna clean you up later baby, get some rest.” you smile and sleepily reply “thank you for the necklace, jace” and then you’re off to sleep. “course, beautiful” he whispers.

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 months

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I fee like Jason would gently but firmly break off his relationship with his s/o because he'd want to try to distance you from his vigilante life, he'd obviously never tell you about his other life. he'd try to convince you to move out of Gotham, maybe after dumping you he'd convince one of your friends to contact a relative of yours who lives far outside Gotham to try to entice you out of the city because he can't fully concentrate knowing Gotham could get you at any moment.

If you don't leave you'd find that you escape a lot of situations you shouldn't and that known bad guys even pretty big criminals tend to just leave you alone and pretend you don't exist even if you happen to find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time, a random goon will just escort you out or a mugger would realise his mistake and beg forgiveness and leave all your belongings safely beside you. Redhood follows you a lot not that you know, he wouldn't want to frighten you, on some nights he'll sleep on your balcony or your fire escape just to be near you.

I’m basically reiterating what you’ve already said because it’s so fucking good anon. You took my singular braincell. How dare. 🦦

.Jason cannot focus on both keeping you safe and on clearing Gotham. It’s just not realistic. So if one thing had to give then Jason would selflessly chose to save you from a life of constantly look in over your shoulder. You deserve a better life and unfortunately Jason knows that you’ll never get that dream life staying in Gotham.

.Redhood had a plethora of enemies and Jason didn’t want you to become a victim of his acts of vigilantism. It wasn’t fair on you but Gotham never was or is a fair city for anyone involved. You could be alive and content one moment but dead in a dingy alleyway with corrupt people trying to gloss over your murder the next.

.So like you said anon. He goes to every contact he had that could help him in getting you moved out of Gotham, whether that be friends, family, whoever could aid Jason speed up the process in getting you settled in elsewhere was more then welcomed by him.

.Breaking up with you would be the worst thing Jason ever had to do, which is saying something, but again as much as Jason wanted to be a selfish man, he couldn’t bring himself to keep you in a city that will ultimately be the death of you both in a literal and metaphorical sense. He thought he had finally got the chance to be happy and get to live out his life with you, but when the villain of the week vaguely mentioned you in some capacity, Jason’s blood ran cold as everything in his body went mental; screaming at him to end this fucker right here and now for daring to mention you and demand how they knew.

.However he knew that’s what they wanted confirmation but still a part of his brain made him believe that they already knew of your relationship with redhood and that scared Jason unlike anything else. You were his Achilles heel and he hadn’t even realised that until the moment you were being threatened. And at that point Jason was at a loss of what to do to prioritise your safety because he would do absolutely anything to protect you and keep you safe but sometimes the best thing for him to do was to let you go and hope that you live a better life elsewhere. Far, far, far away from Gotham.

. Maybe sometime in the future when things have calmed down, he’ll visit but that’s never a guarantee. He thinks himself a death omen and he’d rather you live in safety and security. So he stays in Gotham as though he was chained to the damned city. Forbidden from ever leaving. Yet he’ll never forget you and everything you’ve done for him, I’d like to think he’d keep one thing that reminds him of you as a reminder of all the good times you’ve shared. Jason knew his heart would always belong to you and the item he kept was only a reminder of that.

.If you don’t move out of Gotham however, you start to realise that you are the most Luckiest/safest person if there ever was one. Goons, villains, thugs, all of them avoid you as though you were the plague, like you possessed something so potent that had them retreating back into the shadows, hissing as though you’ve burned them without touching them.

Which you did and he happened to be the infamous Redhood. Nobody fucks with you when Redhood is your silent but slightly terrifying guardian looming over you from the rooftops, daring anyone to try anything within his presence and to see where it gets them.

. A thug could’ve been gunning to steal your bag after managing to corner you in some dingy alleyway, holding you a knifepoint, and all of a sudden all the colour in their face vanish as their eyes flickered upwards and boom. Redhood. The thug is shitting it, their eyes are bulging out of their head as they throw the bag back at your feet and mutter ‘I ain’t planning on dying over some stupid bag, fuck that.’ Before running away with their tail between their legs like a little bitch.

. You, confused, would look up in the same place that the thug did. Only to find absolutely nothing before shrugging your shoulders. ‘Must be the drugs he was taking.’ You’d conclude before continuing on your way home to your beautiful boy, Jason.

. I’d like the idea that you caught Redhood sleeping out on your balcony/fire escape one night and now not only are you taking care of your beloved boyfriend but also a 6’2 vigilante who’s built like a brick house with guns strapped to any part of him that you could see. It’s cute and adorable because you’d probably also come to the conclusion that he was the reason why you were being left alone, and to show your gratitude to him you start leaving food, drink and something comfortable to sleep in out for him whenever you could alongside a note that said; ‘thank you for looking out for me but please for the love of god take care of yourself.’

. Jason loves it and finds it’s unbearably cute as he perched himself on your balcony/fire escape, eating your food and making himself comfortable for the night while you slept. He wished he could at least kiss your forehead and wish you a goodnight sleep but he knew he couldn’t and he hated it but as long as you were safe, that’s all Jason could ever ask for. He’ll shower you in affection soon but tonight he was on watch duty.

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chaosisalwayscrying · 4 months

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i NEEEEEED a chris or matt x british reader cos there just never is any and i just want. i’ve asked before but they lowkey just kept on saying “it’s chewsday innit” over and over again 😭

LONDON GIRL

⇥ synopsis : matt goes to with his girlfriend to the place she grew up, london

⇥ warnings : none :)!

⇥ extra : ummm i hate this 😝 its been pushed back sm cause of school AND i rewrote it sm cause i hated it. i hope this is good enough 😕 ty for the request anon!!

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you and matt had met at an influencer party, after you had just moved in with friends in LA from london. they were big in the influencer scene and decided to drag you out. of course, they ditched you in favor of drinking and flirting with whoever possible, but you weren't interested in even speaking until matt ran into you.

when you turned, it was like love at first sight. he frantically apologized for almost knocking you over, and when you spoke and he heard your accent, he fell harder. your thick accent was so attractive to him, and he was asking for your number before his brain could even process it.

you gave it to him, figuring that nows the time to make new friends.

and now, a year later, you're in a happy 8-month long relationship. matt was nothing short of amazing, he pampered you and make you feel special every day.

so, when you decided to go back to london for week to visit, you drag matt, chris, and nick with you too.

"are you sure its ok we come back to london with you pretty? dont you want to visit family and go around alone?" matt asks, watching you from his place on the bed.

"i wanna show you all my favorite places matt, and we can explore and shop with your brothers!" you return, a wide grin on your face as you turn to look at him. you were in the middle of packing you and matts clothes in a suitcase.

matts heart swells as you smile at him, before asking for the tenth time if you wanted him to help.

"no it’s ok, i like to pack stuff. plus i wanna organize it. we already set out our outfits so i just have to pack them" you say, turning back to the suitcase and placing a shirt on your side.

"oh! actually, can you go pack the toiletries? i wrote out a list of all the stuff, it should be on the vanity with the bag" you ask, not turning as you hear him get up and shuffle around.

"of course, ill be back" he said, coming up behind you and kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“thank youuu!” you say in a sing-song voice as he walks out, blush burning on your cheeks from his actions.

by the time you had packed you and matts things, it felt as if your whole wardrobe was packed up all over again. when you had gone upstairs to check on chris and nick, nick was sat on top of the suitcase as chris tried to zip it, making you laugh for a good few minutes.

once you stopped laughing at their expense, they practically begged you to help them reorganize and pack, to which you obliged with a smile.

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landing in london was like sweet relief, the plane was uncomfortable and there was a lot of turbulence, and you had gotten so dizzy and nauseous at a point you had to lock yourself in the plane bathroom.

the plane rides were brutal, from la to boston, then to london in the same trip was sure to take a toll on anyone, but the triplets had never flown that long before and it was definitely taking its toll. chris could barely order the uber for all of you, and matt almost missed your shared luggage and grabbed someone elses.

the next few days were chaotic, magical, and felt completely unreal. you and the boys started off your week by exploring some little shops close to the hotel, not wanting to go too far because of the jetlag still wearing off.

the day after that, you dragged the boys around to all the tourist locations possible. nick and chris were so eager to get cool pictures and film for their channel, that you and matt were able to have nice quiet moments and cute pictures (courtesy of nick and chris).

when you were near big ben, chris and nick had gone off to an obvious tourist shop to get stupid shirts and whatever else they could find, leaving you and matt on a bridge nearby as the sun began setting.

"y'know," matt began, turning from the sunset to look in your eyes. "i’m really happy you invited us on this trip. seeing the place you grew up from your perspective and exploring your favorite spots feels so special. i love you" he smiled, leaning in for a kiss right after.

the kiss was soft and sweet, matt holding your hips as your hands rest on his cheeks. as you part, you hear obnoxious cheers from certain boys a few feet away. you blush furiously as matt turned around with a playful scowl on his lips.

“you guys suck!” he calls, a chuckle breaking his angry facade. he turns back to you and playfully rolls his eyes, though in his head he was hoping his brothers got photos of them in front of the sunset.

“im glad you’re having fun, matty. i was scared you’d hate london” you smile, finally responding to his previous comment. matts expression morphed into disbelief, which made you laugh.

“hate london? i love it here! minus most of the food, but other than that i love it here baby, im so happy you invited us.” he smiled, leaning in to press another kiss to your lips.

you smiled too, happy that he and his brothers were having so much fun in london, a place so beautiful and near to your heart.

ove the next few days, you and the boys explored the city some more, finding cute boutiques and cringey tourist shops alike. all the shopping you did made it hard to repack your bags and fit everything, and you had to get nick and chris to sit on your suitcases to get them shut.

you would say the trip was a success, you got to revisit all your favorite places and make them even more special as you made new memories there.

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mamayan · 7 months

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Request: Male Minotaur Yandere x Female Human Childhood Sweetheart Reader

General Premise: Reader darling grew up as childhood friends with an adorable Minotaur neighbor. (She had to move away eventually and was unable to keep in touch with him, but they always remembered each other). He was really small and weak when he was young compared to other bulls of his species, so imagine her surprise when she meets him years later as an adult, and he’s fucking massive (in more ways than one…) He’s never letting her go again and is breeding/impregnating her constantly for the rest of her life. Making her his trophy wife/house wife too. (Sorry not sorry, I love babies and uxorious men who want nothing more than to seed me).

P.S. I feel like this man could either be like a farm boy…or like a rich, powerful man, who just confines reader to a large private island by Greece or something. Like…I’m so conflicted…

Also I love your stuff! Your sexy writing is the best and makes me go fish brain in the best way possible!

Love ,🧋🫖Anon

Oh my goodness 🧋🫖Anon—🫢♥️

Okay I wanna respond to this so you know I’m not ignoring~ This is so hot though?! I can’t do a full fic right now, but let’s do some headcanons cuz this has stewed in my brain.

NSFW under the cut!

Minotaur BF who you had to protect as children. Out in the country folk didn’t take kindly to those who were different, and as a human you felt badly your friend was being bullied by your own kind. Sure he wasn’t human, but his heart was kind and he was your friend! He was an outcast amongst his own too because he was a runt, treated badly every which way, except by you.

Minotaur BF who would hold your hand at night because he was scared of the thunder storms, who would cuddle up cutely beside you and sleep after you held him. He took to you like a little stray kitten, reliant on your kindness and friendship like a life raft.

Minotaur BF who nearly lost his mind when you left home, unable to comprehend why you would leave him. Didn’t you know he needed you? It wounded his soul but he comforted himself with your promise to come back. You had too after all.

Minotaur BF who sprouted up to nearly double the size of his peers. He’s not little anymore and doesn’t need you to protect him, it’s others who should worry for themselves. He’s not scared of crushing skulls if they push too far or intrude on his land. He’s a simple farmer after all, he just doesn’t like trouble.

Minotaur BF who rejoices when you return, even more beautiful and grown up. Who adores your shocked expression because he towers over you now, and he wants you to praise him for growing so well. Now he can protect you, provide for you, care for you, breed you.

Minotaur BF who won’t let you leave back to your big city again. You said you’d come back, why would he let you run away again? Your tears won’t sway this monster, and you aren’t strong enough to resist his gentle but firm hold on you. You won’t be going anywhere but his bed. You’d better get comfortable, because this big male wants you in every way.

Minotaur BF with an enormous cock that trumps whoever or whatever toys you used in that big city away from him. Your cute cunt won’t be able to take him without an absurd amount of prep, and he’s more than happy to put that work in for you. His wide long tongue swirling inside of you, glossing you up in spit and saliva and making an absolute mess of your lower body. His big fingers prying your little hole open to stretch, making you cum until you pass out and waking again being spearing on his wiggling muscle as he devours you. He’s not afraid to slip his tongue further to your tight ring of muscle and lick there either, he’s ready to worship every inch of your body.

Minotaur BF who can cook, making you the most mouth watering home made meals with ingredients he grew or slaughtered, because he wants you healthy and happy for when he breeds you.

Minotaur BF who is still the sweetest and most considerate as long as you don’t try to leave. Who wants to spoil you endlessly and fill your womb with hot sprays of his cum because you look too cute like that. You want that dress, game, etc.? He’ll get it for you, don’t you worry. He’s got you covered, literally. :3

Minotaur BF who finally gets your tight little hole to fit all of him, it took a lot of work and energy but when you’re drooling and fucked out on his meaty rod, it satisfies something primal in him. He fucks you slow and gently, because you can’t handle him entirely yet, but he loves you dearly anyway. He’s all to happy to take you apart slowly, rubbing your clit while you cream his cock and lower half with your arousal and release as he lightly rocks his hips. It still leaves you reeling, even the act of him pulling out slowly takes your breath away, has you clawing at his chest or horns and mewling.

Minotaur BF who pumps you so full of cum it’s like a solo bukkake porno, the level of fluid he releases in one orgasm unimaginable. You feel him filling you up because he’s overflowing from your womb and out, making a mess that only spurs him on to do it again. It leaves him wild and lubricates you up to take him again, his swollen balls ready to take on the task.

Minotaur BF who will intentionally replace your birth control with placebos, because he dreams of having a family with you as soon as possible.

Dividers/ @benkeibear

#okay okay okay now I’m blushing #bwahahaha #MONSTER FUCKING #that’s right #monster fuckers unite #welcome to den of chaos #I wanna write more but I need to prioritize my game #anon I’m all hot n bothered now #minatour smut #monster smut #monsterfucking #Yan answers

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gotham-daydreams · 7 months

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Heeeeeyyy,

I don't want to be pressuring, but how will they even find y/n. Like, they're so many people in Gotham, and they know nothing about them except from thire own name. And if they were found, would they put up a fight? 🤔 she could beat tim in a one on one, with her being a black belt and all... so how will the capture be like?

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👾anon

You're good! No worries.

As for your questions, I will say that how the Batfam ends up finding the reader is revealed in the 3rd part. Though I will drop a small spoiler and say that they don't get kidnapped... not right away, anyway ;] (or at least not in the part I'm currently writing, as of right now.)

It is still angsty, and honestly I'd say pretty heart wrenching since, y'know, it doesn't go well at all. Which I'm sure pretty much everyone expected-

Though, I will say that if anything where to happen, the reader would definitely put up a fight! Granted, they don't want to fight the Batfam- not because they can't fight at all (and as you've mentioned, they do have a black belt (as mentioned in "Not Here"), and they do have some experience in boxing as mentioned in "Not Tonight" (though I can't recall at the moment if it's also mentioned in "Not here"), among other things that could help them out in a fight), but because to them, I can imagine it's more of a last resort kind of thing. If they have to, they will, and considering the Batfam? They definitely will.

For one-on-one fights? Yeah, the reader probably could beat Tim, and maybe get scarily close to beating Steph (or just flat out beating her too). For Dick and Jason, I think they'd honestly need a little more polish and refinement on their skills and fighting style to actually beat them, but they could get a little close. As for Damian and Cass? Ehh, they'll definitely need more training and experience for that. Both are trained to be weapons before anything else, and working with Batman isn't exactly going to make that suddenly go away. If anything- it'll probably put the skills you learned from that experience to the test (fighting/combat wise, anyway).

I don't think I have to even mention Bruce, but if that were to happen the reader would like to think they at least got halfway there to beating him, and they'd probably be half right.

Though, this is all just on strength, agility, skill, reaction time and such alone. Everyone in the Batfam easily has quicker reflexes compared to the reader, and more experience when it comes to combat (not that the reader doesn't have their own fair share of experience, but y'know), but the reader would definitely try to use their head more than just fight the family head on (which is just... asking for failure and disaster).

Even if it isn't going to be easy to out smart the World's Greatest Detective, or someone with a mind like Tim- not to mention Oracle being on their side. Or really just, anyone trained under the Batman, at all. It isn't impossible.

So, in a situation where the reader has to fight someone from the Batfam, they'll try to utilize both their brain and brawn. So, if they can't beat whoever they're fighting, at the very least they can get away from the fight and escape. Which they definitely have better odds at succeeding in since they took track and field as mentioned in "Not Here." The reader might try to take down whoever they're up against depending on who it is, but I will say that they'll mostly choose to have a smooth getaway more often than not.

Again, like you said, Gotham is a big place- they could probably get away for a little while, if nothing else. :]

Besides, the reader could also unintentionally suprise the Batfam with some of their skills and techniques when it comes to combat, but I don't think it'll be enough to throw any of them off enough to beat them- but that also depends what caused the Batfam's surprise and how big their reaction was to it. So, now that I'm really thinking about it, it's possible to catch them off guard and defeat them that way. Unlikely- but possible. (Also because it depends on how certain members of the Batfam view the reader and their own fighting capabilities. Since that can really determine how shocked or surpised they'll get at certain things. Which I'll say right now- despite the awards in your room, some definitely don't think you can defend yourself, or could hold up well in a 'real' fight. Dick is one of them.)

Nevertheless, how would a kidnapping play out?

Honestly, it really depends on multiple things.

1. Why they resorted to kidnapping above everything else. (Which can vary from you being in danger (from their perspective), or just them just getting impatient.)

2. Who is doing the kidnapping. (Which can be multiple people.)

3. How whoever is kidnapping you, plans to do it.

4. How urgently they want to kidnap you (which can affect #3).

5. Do they have a plan, or are they doing it impulsively?

6. How likely are they to mess up, and if they do, how quickly can they recover.

These can all change and differ, with the reader's reaction and action changing accordingly, but again, it depends. In some situations the reader may be put into a position where they can't fight back. Or maybe they realizing what's going on much too late. Maybe they even fight back and manage to get away, or they fight back but their attempts are fruitless in the end. If the Batfam fucks up, even a little bit or unintentionally, the reader could take advantage of that- but that's if whoever is trying to kidnap them can or can't recover fast enough.

Sure, the chances of anyone in the Batfam messing up are low, and go even lower depending on who you're talking about. However, those chances are never zero, and again- the Batfam doesn't really know much about the reader at all. With some knowing more than others, sure, but you also have to take into account that some of these people are going to be selfish as yanderes, and don't want to share certain pieces of information about the reader with one another because maybe they want to be the only one to know about whatever they're keeping to themself.

Hence, making it more likely for mistakes to happen, but the Batfam is also really good at what they do- which is also why how quickly they can recover from said (most likely unintentional) mistake or slip up is kind of important. Seeing as it can make or break the reader's chances of escaping successfully.

Not to mention that certain pairs work better than others, but depending on what leads up to the kidnapping- some unlikely teamups could be made. They could either get in the way of each other, or work scarily well. Though solo attempts are also possible- let's be honest, with how most of the yanderes feel about the reader at this point in the series, that's not going to happen. They all want to see and meet the reader as quickly as possible, to a point where they're almost borderline not allowed to see you without being in pairs or something. Not because they want to stick together necessarily (most do want to just, be with the reader alone, after all), but because of their own selfishness, greed, and sometimes jealousy. (Though there are some exceptions, like part 3.)

Basically: who knows? It can go one of many ways, and depending on which way it goes, the reader could possibly escape or just be left helpless at the hands of the Batfam. As for THE kidnapping? I'm not gonna spill, we'll see how things go :]

Tldr:

1. How the Batfam finds the reader is explained in Part 3 and I'm not spoiling.

2. Yeah, the reader will fight if they have to- and stand a better chance against some of them compared to others. Though for the most part would use their brain and, if they can't defeat someone, they'll make a quick getaway instead, and have higher chances of succeeding in that. Though it is possible for them to catch whoever they're fighting off guard, and defeat them that way.

3. How the reader reacts and acts to a kidnapping highly depends on the kidnapping itself, and who is trying to do it. The reader may or may not be able to fight back depending on the situation, and there is more room for mistakes because the Batfam doesn't know much about the reader — and if someone does know more they'll probably keep it to themself out of selfishness. The chance for a slip up is small, but could be enough for the reader to get away.

- As for the actual kidnapping that may or may not happen in the series, and how that'll go with everything? I'm not spilling, sorry!

Hope this answered your question! If it didn't, I apologize and I can clarify anything specifically that may have confused you or anyone else in another ask.

If anyone else has a question, or you yourself have another question, feel free to send in an ask! I'm trying to answer these as much as I can while writing the 3rd part, if you couldn't tell!

#platonic yandere batfam #yandere batfam #yandere x gn reader #gn reader #sibling reader #that was also a bit of a ramble...#welcome to my overthinking brain #talking daydreams

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spiderlyla · 8 months

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ok ok more miguel thoughts & junk:

•love to picture catching that man’s eye from across the way at a bar or a party

•I can’t decide if I love the idea of a somewhat smug brooding miguel eyeing/checking you out from afar, or like mildly nervous Miguel who has Jess or Lyla hyping him up to actually go talk to you

• Hobie would elbow Jess like “ah I told you big man would like her”, Miguel hearing as his eyes are locked on you across the way (you’re blissfully unaware), before shooting a red eyed glare at him with an annoyed frown

•Jess would shoo Hobie away and egg Miguel on to go talk to you, all like “I told you (whoever)’s friend is a stunner. And just your type” / “Please.” / “funny, too. You could stand to laugh a little more” / “Jess.” / “oh stop brooding and go talk to the girl!”

THEN I think of all these random possible events-

•maybe Miguel rolls his eyes trying to hide his nervousness, and goes to walk over to you but sees you’re gone, eyes just scanning the room

•maybe he tries to seem indifferent while asking said-mutual-friend “and you brought a guest?”, following by trying to ask your name or where you went off to. Then when you come back to that mutual friend and Miguel is gone, they’re like “Miguel was asking about you” / “who?” / “O’Hara” as they gesture over to the largest most handsome man you’ve ever seen

•the idea of him trying to awkwardly compliment you

•him almost getting frustrated with his own lack of charm, annoyed that Jess was able to talk him into this- not for lack of attraction to you, but it’s been so long since he’s had genuine interest other than one night stands if anything

•maybe you catch him outside alone, staring out at whatever view/skyline/etc, and walk up beside him. Possibly mocking his initial attempt at a compliment by saying the same to him which gets him to crack a smile. How it would just be so.. natural. Fun. He’s totally taken with you.

•just think of the image from Jess/Hobie/Pavitr’s point of view, seeing their boss genuinely laughing, seeing how this small woman somehow makes their intimidating boss shyly rub the back of his neck with his hand with that little smirk on his face from something you said, watching how close the two of you stand together without seeming to notice

…okay, and my gross little smut-brain also thinks of these dirty possibility that he would totally get off to the idea of you that night, something about the pure romance gets him going, mixed with the way you smelled, your figure, thinking about how you wiped part of your drink off your lip with your thumb and how he wishes it was his- you get the idea

I just can never stop thinking about this man

Hi anon! I'm posting this later today lol. sorry for the wait :)

#miguel o'hara #miguel o hara x reader #astv #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o hara #spider man atsv #spiderman into the spiderverse

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 9 months

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Hiii!! It’s 🦐 anon and I have returned to your blog for a request! Could I possibly ask for either Jeff and/or Toby (seperately) with a s/o that is really reckless (eg- gets injured a lot, breaks bones sometimes, always comes home with bruises, scrapes or wounds) and sometimes gets into fights, and some headcanons about how they wound react to it? Bonus points if you add how the boys would “deal with” the person who was fighting with the reader and like seriously hurt them. Have a lovely day!!

- 🦐 anon :3

I do love me some bonus points 🙏 😌

Thank you for requesting!!!

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Jeff

Jeff is a reckless guy himself

Always turning up with new bruises, scrapes, etc

And he knows you are similar to him in that regard, and most of the time it's no big deal

For example, if you were to turn up with a new scratch or bruise, he likely wouldn't even notice

But if it's a big deal such as a big wound or a broken limb, he gets nervous

He gets more protective as well

Don't get him wrong, he knows you are fully capable of taking care of yourself, he just worries for you

If it's something like a stab wound, he would only allow you going out on missions with him, that way he can make sure you stay safe

But if it's something major like a head injury or a broken limb, he will downright refuse to let you work

Which would be a problem considering you wouldn't be making any money

But Jeff, like the good boyfriend he is (he's a little shit) takes on your work as well and gives you your pay once it is done

However, when it comes to the question of what he would do if someone got into a fight with you, it really just depends

On what, you ask?

Well, a lot

For instance, if he knew that you could take it, he would not intervene

He would instead cheer you on

But if he was even the slightest bit worried that you couldn't handle the fight, he would take care of it himself

He wouldn't hurt them too badly, just enough to make sure that they get the memo to not fuck with you ever again

But if someone tried to attack you for means such as killing you, he would not show that same mercy

He would only stop when the person is dead, or until you pull him off of them

Which will be hard, because once he's going he can't really stop

Toby

Like Jeff, he is also very reckless

Unlike Jeff, he is typically more worried over smaller things

For example, he would get worried over scratches and bruises

Depending on how often you come home physically wounded, he will become more and more protective of you

It will start off with him just asking if you're ok, eventually getting up to the most protective he can get which would be him refusing to leave your side for most activities

I like to think of it kind of as a "point sheet" where Toby's protectivness is placed on a bar, going from least protective to super protective

Depending on how you get hurt, you would earn a "point", so to speak

For example, minor things like a scraped knee or a bruised arm would be 1 or 2 points

But big things like a bite or a broken bone would be worth 8 or 9 points

That's how Toby's brain works with you getting hurt

If you were to get into a fight, he would try to pull you away and calm you down

If he sees that there is no doing that, he will let you tussel with said person until you feel satisfied

But if he sees you getting cornered, or unable to take whoever is fighting you, he will jump in to protect you

And if he sees someone trying to attack you in a non-merciful way, he will likely beat whoever it is up until he feels satisfied with the outcome

Of course, it takes a lot to push him to that point

He is normally a very gentle and kind person, so fighting really isnt something that comes to him naturally

However, he'd do anything to make sure you're safe

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nalyra-dreaming · 21 days

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you said to an anon yesterday that lestat would probably feel relieved that louis is with armand as it means that louis will be protected. what did you mean by that?:) how does armand protect him in the books and in the show as well?

i’ve only read iwtv so i only know that much really. i’m sorry if this makes it a silly question, i just don’t absorb books very well or show material as my brain gets muddled. also, this isn’t armand hate, i adore him:)

All good. :)

Armand is a very complicated character, and he often does things that he thinks are right, even though others may see it... differently. :)

Lestat goes to Armand to ask for blood in the book, but also tells him about Louis (and Claudia), in a desperate attempt to save their lives. Because he knows of the old rules, he knows Armand. When Armand falls for Louis there it means that he will not kill Louis. That is an aspect of that in (the) IWTV (book).

Later on there is a phase where Louis lives with Armand in New York, at Trinity Gate. It's after Lestat has let the "ever-multiplying" vampires drive him from NOLA... because he is loathe to kill them. Armand had roused him in his coma once to get rid of the riff raff, but later, after Merrick Lestat does not like going after them anymore:

This is from "Prince Lestat" (which Rolin has already stated to take from):

The mavericks multiplying everywhere were causing trouble for one another, and their gang fights and brawls have made life ugly for the rest of us. And they think nothing of trying to burn with re or decapitate any other blood drinker who gets in their way. It is chaos. But who am I to police these preternatural nincompoops? When have I ever been on the side of law and order? I’m supposed to be the rebellious one, l’enfant terrible. So I let them drive me away out of the cities, and even from New Orleans, I let them drive me away. My beloved Louis de Pointe du Lac left soon after, and from that time on lived in New York with Armand. Armand keeps the island of Manhattan safe for them—Louis, Armand, and two young blood drinkers, Benjamin and Sybelle, and whoever else joins them in their palatial digs on the Upper East Side. No surprises there. Armand has always been skilled at destroying those who offend him. He was after all for hundreds of years the coven master of the old Children of Satan in Paris, and he’d burn to ashes any blood drinker who didn’t obey the vicious old rules of those miserable religious fanatics. He’s autocratic, ruthless. Well, he can have that mission."

Armand protects Louis. Armand keeps New York "safe". I think we are looking at a mix of Merrick and PL era with the show's Dubai penthouse.

Armand protects Louis, even "from himself", too, as was stated rather plainly in season 1. It was also already said by Assad and the others (and I mean it's been clear now through the trailers and teasers) that Armand has at least influenced Louis' memories... probably to keep him from (fatally) painful ones. Armand is a big spell and mind gift user after all :)

I honestly think that all Armand has done/will be shown to have done to/with Louis was to protect him - in the way he saw fit.

That is how Armand, as a centuries old coven master operates - he deals with things as he sees fit.

Loving Louis... means Armand won't kill him. Will protect him, too.

Unfortunately (for Claudia, and others) it is as simple as that. Because Armand could not love her.

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valley-of-headcanons · 9 months

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ask you anything more like tell me ANYHTING YOU WANT ABOUT ALEX!!! romanced him the first time i played and he is the only man to exist (alongside elliott)

general alex headcanons

big headed men with an even bigger heart deserve some headcanons too <3

warnings: mentions of abusive fathers (verbal), physical and emotional self-neglect, mention of mother's death. poor boy :(

requested by: anon, thank you so much for the request! im sorry this took so long, my brain is genuinely fried, a lot is going on. it's a doozy. i hope you enjoy the request though, and i hope that it's worth the wait!! love alex, he deserves so much more hype fr <3

• Alex's music taste is pretty diverse, there are two sides to it. Sometimes he wants an upbeat vibe, in which he listens to Bleachers, Wallows, Cavetown, Bruno Mars, and Dayglow. Summer, driving down empty roads at night kinda vibes. Enjoying life. The other side is The Neighborhood, Glass Animals, and Ricky Montgomery. He hides it that side of his music taste and denies listening to 'depressing' music. Music is the only way he expresses this sort of stuff, but it's only in private.

• His love language is giving physical touch and receiving quality time with a touch of words of affirmation. The way he shows his affection is with simple touches, like small hands squeezes and back rubs. Days when you're exhausted after a long day, expect to be pampered by simple touches, because Alex is happy to provide. The only thing he needs is time with you, he just wants to have fun experiences with you that he can look back on. That sprinkled with soft affirmations that he's doing well, you've got him wrapped around your finger.

• He is not very picky at all when it comes to gifts, he has things he favors over others, but there is a high chance he will love what you give him. He also really cherishes things, he hates to admit it but he is a sentimental person. He commissioned Robin to build him a wooden box to put all of the gifts you've given him in it, he keeps it hidden under his bed but it's pulled out very often. He keeps certain mementos of you out around his room though, and always keeps at least one thing in this pocket.

• Gridball has been one of his interests since he was a kid. Watching it while sitting in his mother's lap as a child always helped him calm down. Although, his father did taint his image of the sport. He always said things like "Why can't you be like that?" It then began to dwell on his mind a lot, he could be like that if he really wanted to. He was hyperfocused on it, causing him to neglect things. School, his health, his relationships with his friends. He's beginning to get better about it, though. His mental and physical well-being is important, too, and he's beginning to let that set in.

• One of his weekly rituals is every Sunday, he swings by Pierre's and buys Evelyn a bouquet of flowers. He really wants to show her that he appreciates her, since he didn't get a chance to show that to his mother before her passing. He'll buy the bouquet and take one flower out of it, sitting it by her grave on the way back home. He tries not to dwell on it, so he makes his visits brief, but he still wants to show his love for both of the women in his life. If you like flowers, regardless of you gender, he'll incorporate you into that routine. You'll get your own bouquet of flowers every Sunday as well.

• While in a game, he always gets really excited if some of his friends or family come to watch him. Between plays, you'll often see him looking out to the crowd, hoping to see the people that are the most important to him. If he has his phone, he'll often text asking where they are, and then he'll finally find them. Whoever comes out to support him will get the biggest hug whenever he sees them next. He loves supporting his friends, and when they support him, it means a lot to him.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #sdv alex #sdv alex headcanons #stardew valley alex #stardew valley alex headcanons #stardew alex #stardew alex headcanons

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 2 months

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Random anon here, we’ll to those who are mad at Chris, let me ask you all, what should he have done?

It’s easy to say not gotten into This mess, duh, but he’s in it and deep in it.

It’s easy on the outside looking in to say just leave but umm like the marketing anon stated….it’s a business and one thing you don’t fuck with is people’s money especially those with more power and influence than you.

See I’m not making any excuses for Chris but I see people ragging on him but never stopping to realize we don’t have the full scope of this, huge missing pieces are left out and many are inserting their opinions and speculation as facts.

Be mad sure, but had Chris said no who’s to say this man wouldn’t have ended up blacklisted, lost everything he’s worked for etc. also he’s human and the pandemic scared at lot of people, even Scott stated Chris was worried about money during a podcast in 2020, Scott laughed but I never forgot that. Pr is easy money I’m sure. Things start out looking simple and then go left, again it’s easy to say well he would have said no, at least he’d had his integrity and morals, okay…..but if he ends up on a where are they now and homeless, severe drug addiction or mental issues due to losing everything then what.

My point is we don’t know shit and it’s easy to act like we do. Chris isn’t an idiot so I assume there’s more to this and he’s stuck because no way in hell things would be playing out the way they have nor would he be looking like a shell of his former self if he had power to end this or if this were real.

He’s human, be mad but don’t act like you haven’t ever fucked up in life either. I hate the high and mighty bullshit posts from people over shit you have no knowledge of.

Hollywood is a fucked up place and let me drop a bomb on you all, majority of the shit people sit online discussing is purposely created to keep people engaged from random headlines to bs from tv shows, news stories, movies, celeb drama, we’re all entangled in the web.

Example: Marketing is creating a story about two celebs fighting or dating and in reality the celebs never met but the rumor is now out there and they test to see the reactions.

Many feel Chris image is fake due to this mess but was it? I’m sure he would have revealed himself years before this mess if this was who he truly is.

Use your brains people, don’t fall for bullshit and don’t waste time fussing and cursing Chris everyday because you think this is some simple PR stunt he chose to do or that he’s actually with her.

Truth always come to light so don’t take anything personal and sit back and just watch until it all explodes. Lies can only last so long. 💅

An🫶n, you make an excellent point. And I wholeheartedly agree with you.

Chris may be a celebrity, but he's also a guy who needs to keep money flowing in order to live.

A big possibility, purely speculation, but the PR contract must have been tied to a lot of money. Money that post pandemic, he definitely needs. So, he's selling this, failing, but selling to get the check. And as shallow as that is, he definitely needs the money like any other grown up with bills.

So, let's cut Chris a little slack. And let's not wish him harm, because I heard from the grapevine that someone in the Fandom has wished him harm.

Not naming names. But that's fucked up, and you're no better than the people on the other side, whoever you are.

As for the fans that only want the best for Chris, let's ride the waves, hang in there, and continue to call 'em out! Or ignore certain tantrum-like antics. Whatever the occasion calls for 😌

#An🫶n asks #Hello Logical An🫶n #hope you like the name so that you won't be Random An🫶n anymore 😆#Logical An🫶n asks #booky reacts #booky answers #chris evans #chris evans fandom #chris evans pr

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writeforfandoms · 9 months

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🦝 anon is so big brained!! that being said.. minks also have mischief hands. mischief hands-off between them?? the /chaos/. the objective is to steal the most items from the opposing team, whoever has the bigger stash at the end of the night gets to avoid being scruffed like a misbehaving kitten while the other makes off with the loot -🦐

I'm wheezing right now omg you guys are killing me

Okay so the 141 is temporarily working with KorTac, stationed on their base for a few days for an op. Mink and raccoon make their deal.

Literally nobody is safe. Mink steals Soap's favorite pen. Raccoon steals Horangi's spare pair of sunglasses. And the best part? When confronted, Mink and raccoon can honestly say they didn't take the stuff from their pack... because they're targeting each other's pack.

The game goes on for two days with more and more stuff going missing. The packs are getting more agitated.

A draw is called when Ghost catches the two of them comparing loot. He scruffs both of them and dumps them in front of Price and Horangi.

("Is he always so grumpy?" Mink asks in an aside.

"Always," Raccoon agrees with a sigh. "We're working on it, but he's stubborn."

"If he tries to scruff me again Imma bite him," Mink grumbled.)

The two menaces just barely manage to not get into trouble with lots of big sad eyes (mink) and promises not to do it again (raccoon). Price orders them to return all the shit they took or they'll have a much bigger problem.

Mink and Raccoon call a truce... over returning everything to the wrong person.

#shifter au #🦐 anon #🦝 anon #you guys stop me I'm having too much fun

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callsignspark · 9 months

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MARRY ME

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"nudging into the crook of your partner's neck"

anon, so this took a hot second, but I purposefully held on to this one because I knew exactly what I wanted to write for this, and I knew it had to wait until part six came out!!

Mar[r]y Me | part 6.5

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, a few suggestive comments, fluffy with a side of pining and yearning, this is set before they're together obviously

word count: 3.3k

note: this takes place the morning after part six and is a direct continuation of that chapter so I recommend reading that first, but it’s not absolutely necessary!

part 6.5 - drip coffee, sweet and light

Warm.

It’s early, but it’s the first thing she notices as she wakes up. The sun is starting to shine through the blinds, birds are chirping outside, and she’s warm under the covers. It takes her brain a minute to remember there’s another person in bed with her.

Bradley.

Last night comes rushing in: the club, their fight, the apologies, their confessions, the view of him climbing into her bed. Her heart starts beating faster when she remembers what he said.

“I want you. If you’ll have me.”

It's the sweetest thing a man has ever said to her. The combination of his sincere apology and confessing his feelings had her floating on air. Watching him undress to join her in between the sheets was the cherry on top. And now, waking up, wrapped together, she doesn’t know how things could get better.

Her phone chirps from the nightstand, but she can’t be bothered to care about whoever is texting. It can’t be important this early in the morning, not when she’s in his arms, feeling so safe and comfortable tucked against him.

“You gonna check that?” His voice sends a shiver down her neck, the deep, gravely tone heating her up even more.

“No.” She pulls out a hand from where it’s trapped between their chests, running her finger along a scar on his collarbone. “This early, it can’t be too important, or someone would be calling.”

“You’re so smart.” He hums, slipping his hand under the back of her sweatshirt and brushing his fingers over her spine. “How early is early?”

“Not sure. Early. You can go back to sleep.” She whispers, starting to scoot away. His eyes crack open, his brown eyes meeting hers for the first time.

“Where are you going? Come back here.” He punctuates his request by tugging on her waist, his big hand burning through the material of her shirt.

She smiles at him, slipping his hand away. “I’m going to the bathroom; I’ll be right back. Go to sleep.” He lets her go then, and she can feel him watching as she slips out of bed.

Mary examines herself in the mirror as she washes her hands. She knows she doesn’t look any different, but she feels different. Lighter. It's only been a few hours since they went to sleep, but she feels more rested than she has in a month, the emotional burden and worries lifting after their conversation.

Back in her room, she’s greeted with the most lovely sight. Bradley stretched out in her bed, his skin golden against her white sheets that are bunched around his hips - black waistband peeking out. His hands are tucked behind his head, arm muscles bulging as he shifts to look at her. Her heart feels like it’s melting as she takes in his hair; the normally neat curls are fluffy and messy from being mushed against her pillows.

“Harvard called.” He grabs her phone off his chest and pushes it across the bed. “He said he wants to leave at four or so; I told him I’d relay the message.”

“He’s up early.” She plugs her phone back in and stretches her back, a soft grunt escaping when her shoulder pops. “Did he sound surprised that you answered and not me?”

“He sounded drunk,” Bradley says dryly, reaching an arm out. “I don’t think he’s gone to bed yet. But we can sleep for a few more hours, so c’mere.”

She climbs onto the bed, heading to him and getting comfortable against his side. “What time do you have to go do things?”

“Jake fucked up getting the reservation, so our tee time isn’t until 1:30; we’ve got time.” He's back under her shirt, enjoying the way her soft skin feels under his hand. Mary gets heavier against his side as she starts to fall back asleep. “You sleepy?”

Mary quietly whines, nudging her head into the crook of his neck. “Shhhhh, I’m tired.”

“Oh, okay, sorry.” He smiles against the top of her head, resisting the urge to tickle her side. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mary.”

He can feel the smile stretch across her face, her hand brushing against his sternum as she whispers it back to him.

Bradley wakes up a few hours later to find they’ve shifted positions in their sleep. He's plastered to her back, left arm under her head, right hand under her sweatshirt resting on her stomach, dangerously close to the curve of her breast. His nose is getting tickled by the hair escaping her bun where he’s tucked his face tucked against the back of her neck. He’s so comfortable and content that it isn’t until she shifts back, pressing into him, that he even notices he’s hard.

It’s worse than that night on the couch.

She’s overwhelmed him again. Pressed against her curvy body and surrounded by her scent, asleep together in her comfortable bed, turning out to be too much for his system.

“Mary?” He whispers her name, desperately hoping she isn’t awake to witness his embarrassment. Nothing about this situation is screaming the “just friends for now” promise he had made last night.

She doesn’t respond.

Her eyes stay closed as he peels away, but the relief is short-lived when she starts wiggling back, trying to get closer to his warmth. He tries a few more times to escape, but she follows him on every attempt. It’s not until he’s dangling on the edge of the bed that he tries a different approach.

With his left hand finally free, he uses his right hand and his body weight to press her forward, rolling her onto her stomach so she can’t follow him. It works. He’s able to get off the bed without disturbing her and almost makes it all the way to the bathroom.

“Bradley?”

He freezes, popping his head back and keeping his front half firmly hidden behind the bathroom doorframe. “Yeah?”

She rolls onto her side, hair splayed across the pillows. “What time is it?”

“About 10:30, honey.” His tone a bit tighter than intended.

She kicks the covers off, exposing her legs. “You okay?”

“Fine.” His throat has never been drier. “Just gonna use the bathroom.”

“Okay,” Mary yawns, arching her back as she stretches. Her sweatshirt - which is his sweatshirt - rises up, showing more and more of her tummy, causing him to break into a sweat. “You hungry? I can still make pancakes if that sounds good?”

“Yeah, pancakes… sound… good.” He can feel his brain melting as he watches her crawl to what had been his side of the bed, her shorts becoming dangerously short as she bends over the edge to grab some pillows that had been lost during the night. Bradley returns the smile she sends him when she pops back up, moving into the bathroom now that their conversation is over.

“Oh, Bradley?” He huffs - so close - peeking around the door he almost had closed.

He finds her checking something on her phone. “Yeah?”

“Extra towels and toilet paper in the cabinet above the towel rack. There’s a new toothbrush in the middle drawer if you want it.” Then Mary looks up, a wicked glint in her eyes. “And there’s lube in my nightstand. Let me know if you want some help with that.”

He feels his face burst into flames as she lets her eyes drop to where his erection is raging behind the bathroom door before flouncing out of the room, a giggle echoing down the hall.

She’s going to be the death of me.

The kitchen springs to life as Mary ties her apron and flicks the radio on, an antique from her grandmother that she’s brought with her everywhere since college. Big band music swelling as she opens windows and the sliding door, fresh air and neighborhood sounds rushing in. She moves methodically around the kitchen, efficiently gathering ingredients and supplies, never having to backtrack for a forgotten item.

Pancakes aren't complicated; they turn out good even if the ingredients aren’t precise, but Mary takes her time measuring. Combining the wet ingredients first before adding the dry, mixing until all the lumps are gone. She hesitates for a minute before folding in some red sprinkles. Deciding that Bradley would appreciate the addition, and even if he didn’t, he would still be sweet about it.

She hears him come in as she’s checking the temperature of the frying pan; it’s almost there, the water test telling her it needs a little more time, and she adjusts the burner. Mary turns around, ready to ask him if he found everything okay in hopes of him turning red again, but she’s the one caught off guard.

Standing at the edge of her island is Bradley Bradshaw, wearing his sexy, black boxer briefs and her flight school sweatshirt.

The sweatshirt that is long on her despite being the victim of a failed crop top attempt, but it’s perfect on him. The lower half of his abs showing below the furled hem. Her call sign branding him.

Mine.

The possessiveness surprises her. She’d never been possessive in past relationships, and Bradley isn’t hers to claim, yet she can stop the thought.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

“How are the pancakes coming?”

Her eyes shoot up from his stomach, knowing she’d been caught but still smiling. “Good. Everything okay in the bathroom? Have any problems?”

“Oh yeah, everything was right where you told me it was. Had a great time.”

The two of them are flushed, her smirk matching his as they tease each other.

“I’m sure you did.” She continues before they take this beyond the agreement they made last night. “Could you make coffee? The grounds are in the fridge.”

“You got it.”

They quietly work side-by-side, only breaking the comfortable quiet to make sure he made Mary’s coffee correctly. Pride grows in his chest when she lets him know he got it perfect.

Two and a half spoons of sugar, just enough to make it sweet without causing a headache, and enough cream to make it a nice nomadic desert beige. A paint color she had jokingly referenced one time, but he had filed away the information for a time like this.

Bradley sits at the table, taking in the music softly playing while the skillet crackles. He watches Mary slice up some strawberries while the last round of pancakes cooks. She does a lap around the kitchen, stopping by the table to drop off butter, syrup, and the bowl of strawberries before taking a sip of coffee and turning the stove off. The final few pancakes are flipped onto the plate, and she heads towards the dining room, smiling when Bradley pulls out the chair next to him.

“How many do you want?” She asks, crossing a leg underneath her before sitting on the cushioned seat.

“I’ll take three to start, please.” He warps an arm around the back of her chair, playing with the ends of her hair.

His heart feels like it might burst as he watches her carefully butter his pancakes as she stacks them, adding a little syrup between each layer and then a lot on top. Mary adds a handful of strawberries to his plate, some falling into the syrup pool.

Bradley’s throat is thick by the time she slides the plate in front of him. No one had made him pancakes in a long time. They’re his favorite, and he can’t remember the last time he had them.

But Mary made them.

Just for him.

Because he said they were his favorite.

And she put red sprinkles in them. And she added butter and way too much syrup without having to ask. And she added strawberries cut up like hearts on the side.

He abruptly stands up, startling Mary as the chair scrapes back before heading towards the bedroom.

“Bradley?”

He hears her call after him, but he doesn’t respond, focused on his mission.

“Bradley?”

It’s more concerned this time, but he’s already making his way back, phone in hand.

“Is everything okay?”

Her eyes are big and worried, and he wants to kiss her. Wants to press his lips to hers so badly. He knows she would taste like strawberries; had seen her sneak a few berries as she was cutting them. But he doesn’t, just sits back down, closer this time, their thighs brushing his chair is so close now.

“Had to grab my phone.” He says like that explains everything. And when he opens the camera to take a photo - multiple photos - of his plate, she supposes it does.

“One more.” He mutters before aiming the camera at her and grinning at her confused face. “Smile, honey.”

“Oh, Bradley, no!” She reaches for his phone, but he gently grabs her wrist.

“Please? I need a photo to print out for my bunk on the carrier.”

“Oh my god!” Mary buries her face in her hands. “You can’t just say things like that, Bradley!”

“How about this instead?” He shuffles closer, pulling her hands away to take a photo of them. Bradley doesn’t let go of her; just uses one hand to open his camera roll and look at the selfie.

He smiles at the result.

They look happy; temples pressed together as sleepy smiles crinkle their eyes. Bradley’s call sign is visible on her arm, making his heart sing. It’s not shown in the photo, but he’ll never forget how warm her other hand feels resting on his knee.

“Now that’s a good photo! Definitely taping you up in my rack. I’ll have to take a photo and show you my bunk set up before we leave port.”

Mary can hardly breathe. Never once had a man wanted to take a photo together so badly and then been so excited to hang it up.

“Yeah, we look…”

Happy.

Like a couple.

Like we’re in love.

“…good. Can you send it to me?”

They enjoy breakfast, talking about the upcoming week, and making tentative plans to talk while she’s in Lemoore. The last of the dishes are being dried when Bradley’s phone rings.

Mary peeks at the screen, smiling at the bad photo Bradley’s set as the contact photo. “It’s Jake.”

“He’s going to complain because I’m not ready to go a full two hours early!” He groans, grabbing the phone. “What, Hangman?”

“You don’t have to drop by my place; I’m going to drive myself to the course today because I’m running a little late. But I think Bob still wants a ride.”

Bradley is only half listening to Jake’s rambling, distracted by the sight of Mary tidying her living room in her tiny pj shorts and his sweatshirt when a noise on the other end catches his attention.

A woman’s voice and the sounds of a garage door.

“Where are you?”

“Did you even hear me?”

“Yeah, you don’t need a ride. Where are you? Who is that?”

“I’ll meet you guys in the parking lot at 12:30.” A feminine giggle comes through the receiver has Bradley’s eyes bulging out of his head. “Don’t forget that Reuben is joining today.”

“Wait, Jake, who-” His phone beeps in his ear, signaling Jake hung up.

“Everything okay?”

“I know why Jake didn’t come last night. Sounds like he found a lady friend to spend Valentine’s Day Eve with.”

“Good for him; he’s a good guy; he deserves a nice girl.” Mary walks up, stepping between his legs as he sits at the kitchen island. “Did she sound pretty?”

“I don’t know. It was hard to tell from her giggle.” Bradley nudges his leg against hers, fighting the urge to pull her onto his lap and devour her.

She nudges his knee back, smiling at him from underneath her lashes. “Should probably get dressed. You have to get ready for golf, and I need to finish packing.”

He playfully groans, happily following Mary to her bedroom and watching as she picks out clothes for the day. Fully distracted when she opens a drawer that gives him a peek at a rainbow of colorful lacey items.

“I can was- are you okay?” Mary cuts herself off, eyebrows furrowing as she looks at Bradley standing there in his underwear, frozen with only one foot in his jeans.

“Yeah!” Bradley sends her a big smile, something in his eyes that she doesn’t recognize, while he tugs his pants on the rest of the way. “Never better!”

“Okay.” She watches him for an extra second, appreciating the sight of him zipping his jeans. “Like I was saying, I can wash your sweatshirt while I do a load of laundry and then drop it by your place before I leave today.”

“Oh, don’t worry about washing it. I can just take it home with me.”

“Are you sure? I’ve been wearing it to bed all week, and it hasn’t been washed.”

“That’s okay! I don’t mind.”

“If you’re sure…” Mary watches him slip his black button-up on, strong chest and stomach framed by the way the unbuttoned shirt drapes over his broad shoulders.

“Totally sure! Don’t worry about washing it! I’m gonna go put my boots on; I’ll meet you in the living room.”

Mary quickly gets dressed in her travel outfit of leggings and an oversized t-shirt she borrowed from Reuben’s closet junior year and never returned. Her heart flutters when she walks back into her bedroom, seeing her flight school sweatshirt carefully folded on her pillow.

She stops and brushes her fingers over the soft material. She can’t help herself as she presses the material to her nose, inhaling the scent of her laundry detergent, his spicy cologne, which is so warm and quintessentially Bradley.

Note to self: pack flight school sweatshirt for Lemoore.

She finds Bradley in her entryway, leaning against her front door and looking like a male model. His all-black outfit molded perfectly to his muscular body. The black boots and dark sunglasses hooked into his shirt only adds to the model off-duty vibe.

And when he looks up, smiling at her and immediately tucking his phone away? She’s pretty sure she deserves a commendation - maybe even the medal of honor - for not melting into a puddle on the door.

Mary shakily hands him his sweatshirt, which he throws over his shoulder before pulling her into a hug.

“Make sure Brigham drives safe; let me know when you guys get there, and I’ll talk to you later this week, okay?”

She nods against his chest, enjoying the warmth for as long as possible. “I will. Have fun at golf; let me know how badly Reuben does.”

“You know he’s going to be bad.”

“Yup!” She pops the last letter, resting her chin on his chest and smiling up at him. “If you could get a video of him getting mad at the golf ball as if it’s the ball’s fault and not his, Dani and I would greatly appreciate it.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you.” She pulls back, reaching around him to open the door. “Okay, I’m not kicking you out, but if you don’t leave, you’re going to be late, and Jake will have a conniption fit.”

“You’re right. As funny as it is to watch that vein in his forehead throb, I don’t want to deal with it today.” He bends down to press a lingering kiss to her temple, right on the tiny scar she got when she fell off her bike at eight. “I’ll talk to you later, honey.”

And then he’s gone, jogging down her front steps to the Bronco and waving before he backs out of the driveway.

Mary watches him go, not closing the door until he turns the corner. She only allows herself a few seconds to blush and bask in how the last twelve hours have gone.

How much better everything is now.

Then she’s pushing herself off the door and heading towards the bathroom to throw a load of laundry in so she can finish packing. And if she put her flight school sweatshirt in her bag? Knowing that she’s going to sleep in it every night, she’s in Lemoore just because it smells like Bradley? Well, that’s something just for her to know.

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