#when cha cha slide says

[cosmic-kinglet]

I need to be stopped. I've written an entire page and a half more in my notes app from what I posted here last night. Thoughts just keep appearing, and I don't think they'll stop until I've written out all of these ideas. Like, I'm about to write Eclipse returning to consciousness and wondering what the hell happened. I want to write Ruin Eclipse accidentally triggering the effects while Eclipse is in his normal state, leading to both of them being equally confused and freaked out. I want to write Ruin Eclipse taking control again while Ruin has the protocol active, leading him to call Moon for help because 'why is he just standing there?? Why does he not seem like he wants to cause pain?? Why is he not saying anything??' Moon would then connect some dots and eventually request that Ruin Eclipse try to give some sort of command. To which Ruin Eclipse would give the order to take a step to the right and then to the left, leaving Moon to use every bit of his willpower to not scream, "Take it back now y'all! One hop this time!" Moon would realize what must have happened, and would use his earlier temptation and record Eclipse following along with Ruin Eclipse's orders, which Moon ensures are the exact movements for the Cha Cha Slide. He would use it for his own amusement and to utterly humiliate Eclipse once they got him functioning again.

Yeah, welcome to a small fraction of what goes on in my brain. I had to force myself to stop thinking about that last thing so I wouldn't just start laughing uncontrollably in public.

#cosmic rambles #i know myself and i know how similar moon is to me when it comes to references #he would 100% be close to bursting trying not to completely go off track from the serious matter at hand and go into the cha cha slide #also i need to stop saying i'm not going to start shipping something because apparently that's my brain's code for 'show me ship scenarios' #thinking about this little section of plot being set to you'll be back starting from 'and no don't change the subject!' #thinking about eclipse and ruin eclipse forming a small bond through their shared experience of being controlled by ruin #as i said i need to be stopped

[esperantoauthor]

Songs that were played at the high school dance tonight that definitely should not have been played, an abridged list:

The Chicken Dance

The Hokey Pokey

Stacy's Mom

#slp stories #DJ kept saying shit like 'who here knows the cha cha slide' #met with a silent room #like literally only the staff chaperones #when do you think these children were born sir

[29121996]

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#gonna say smth slightlynfucked up but i dont care atp #i trest ppl like theyre a game piece if theyve hurt me so much like . #idk how to explain this and i wont bc it doesnt matter. but i realised tn that shile i love him #it wasnt enough for me to not treat his emotions like a game #atp he said i acted like thst and i ptobably was unintentionally unawars i was #bc lbr i do Know how to do it and i will do it on will when ive been deeply wounded n i wanna fuck w the other person a little #so i probably do unintentionally do it when i am Just Uoset yknow #but yes anyway i done burned this bridge Permenently for the foreseeable future bc i could not shut my mouth or let my rgo slide #i literally could feel my brain switching frim Rationally Calm to “fuck this lets burn it” it was So Funny #i will feel abt how i treated him. i know i will bc the last things i said were fucming Harsh. but atp i just wanted to hurt him :/ #i am a deeply flawd andnfucked yp pwrson its so upswtting this is so Hard #im fucking Doing it and im going to Get Better but its such . a long process. ive been at this for 2yrs and i dont feelcany different #like for the most psrt im the exaft same take away my approach and slight change in communication form #likw ik i cant . cimpare bc disorders are different bur my anxiety got better in 2yrs #like there was a drastic change - same w my ed. #so why the FUCK is bpd so mhch harder. #why is fundamentally cha ging my brain wiring so fucking hard #i will fucking . die

[hairmetal666]

Steve knows he falls in love too easily. Nancy told him, Robin too.

But falling in love with Eddie Munson is hard.

They're supposed to be friends after Vecna. They're supposed to be friends, but Steve can't get past what Eddie did in the Upside Down; how he put himself in a position to nearly die, how Dustin got hurt. It's not fair. He knows it's not, but it doesn't make the anger go away.

Eddie's part of the group now, though, and Steve won't leave him out, no matter how angry. They're all at movie nights, at pool parties, at Hellfire, at Corroded Coffin gigs. It's just that Steve and Eddie don't speak. And Steve is okay with it. If it's what it takes to make sure that they're all hanging out together, not talking to Eddie is a small thing. He's pretty sure Eddie doesn't mind. At least, he seems as uninterested in hanging out with Steve as Steve is with him.

It doesn't need to be anything more than that, and it isn't, not until Steve goes upstairs to get more sunscreen during one of the pool parties, and walks back downstairs to find Munson waiting for him in his kitchen.

"You need something?" He asks, unable to fully hide the way he jolts with surprise.

Eddie twists the rings on his fingers, something Steve's noticed he does whenever he's nervous. "You have a problem with me, Harrington?

"No, of course not," he answers too fast.

"C'mon, man. You can barely stand to be in the same room with me."

"That's not true! We're in one together right now."

Eddie rolls his eyes so hard that it has to hurt. "Don't do that. Don't pretend like you don't know what I mean. You can't stand to be alone with me for more than thirty seconds."

Steve splutters, searching for a plausible reason.

"Is it cause--" Eddie swallows, hand going back to cup his neck. "Is it cause you heard me tell Robin that I'm gay? Back at the hospital. Is it because--" he cuts himself off.

Something in Steve's chest clenches hard, warmth swooping dangerously in his stomach. "No," Steve says, means it. "I didn't hear. I didn't-- it has nothing to do with that. It's--that's cool. Thanks for--yeah, that's cool."

Eddie's smile is a brittle little thing. "Then, what else?" Eddie pulls a chunk of hair over his mouth. "I can't think of any other reason you'd hate me so much."

"I don't." And Steve hopes it's coming off as genuine. "I promise."

He can't help remember the camaraderie, the understanding, that started to grow between them in the Upside Down. The "don't cha, big boy?" of it all. They could be friends. They should be.

They shouldn't get into it. Not right here, not right now when the kids' splashes and excited screams filter through the sliding door.

"You're a shit liar, Harrington."

"Ed--I'm not--"

"You know what? Don't bother. I'll just--" He jolts in the direction of the front door.

"Don't be stupid, Munson."

"God, I can't believe I didn't see it before. You just fucking loathe me."

"I do not. Grow up."

"Oh, yeah? Then what's your problem?"

"There isn't--"

"Stop lying!"

"You didn't fucking think!" He shouts. Loud enough that the noise outside cuts off. "You pulled that shit in the Upside Down and you almost died! Dustin got hurt!"

Eddie blinks his big brown eyes in stunned surprise.

"I told you, I said, 'dont try to be cute or be a hero or something.' And you know what you said? Do you?"

Eddie won't look at him now. "I had to make a choice, Steve."

"It was the wrong one!"

"I would do it all again. No matter what you say. I would do it to draw the bats away. To protect Dustin."

"But you didn't."

"There was no other way to stop them, Steve! They would've gotten through, into Hawkins."

"It doesn't matter."

"You weren't there! You can't tell me--"

"Yes, I can! I know."

"You don't! You think--"

"I almost lost you!" He screams. "You nearly died in my arms, Eddie. And for what?"

Falling in love with Eddie wasn't easy. It was blood and near death; it was weeks in a cold hospital room while Eddie existed in a drug-induced twilight state; it was agonizing convalescence and physical therapy and changing bandages; it was Eddie leading dnd sessions with bright eyes and contagious enthusiasm, herding the kids to the arcade and video store, theatrically serving snacks at movie night; it was festering, senseless anger at the near loss of something.

Eddie's lips tremble. "Steve, I--"

"It doesn't matter." He turns away to slide a hand down his face in an effort to wipe away the emotion. "You're fine and we're--it doesn't matter."

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "Steve, I'm sorry. I wanted--I thought it would help. I thought--"

And Steve has to admit, he does, the whole terrible contradiction of it all. "I know," he whispers back. "I would've--I know."

"I thought I was protecting Dustin. I thought I was buying you guys time with Vecna." Eddie's voice breaks. "I didn't--I--" He squeezes his eyes shut.

In the quiet of the kitchen, they gravitate to one another, foreheads resting together.

"I should have been there, Ed. I shouldn't have left you two alone. You almost died, and I--"

"Sweetheart, I'm right here. We're right here."

They don't kiss, but they're close enough that their mouths brush with each breath they take.

"Don't do that, again." Steve clenches his fists into Eddie's cutoff t-shirt. "Promise you won't ever--"

"I promise, Stevie. I promise. I'll be by your side until the very end, whatever it is."

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #angst #angst with a happy ending #getting together #falling in love #protective steve harrington #oblivious eddie munson #mutual pining #steve harrington is bad at feelings #not quite rivals not quite enemies but a secret third thing to lovers #it's angst but then it's sweet #we're all traumatized here

[daddyricsdoll]

So first of all congrats to your 1kkkk😭❤️

And so for the blurb Like maybe prompt

“Don’t make me pull over or I’ll fuck you till you can’t speak.” And “let me take your innocence” With Charles Leclerc

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Oh thank youuuu!! And yes... I'm back?

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“Please mon amour.” Charles grunts, keeping a deadly grip on the steering wheel as he drives through the thin roads of Monaco. 

“But Cha, I thought you wanted me to look pretty. Make them jealous, show me off.” I say so innocently, playing with the hem of my skin tight short dress.

“I-fuck, not now and not like that.” He focuses back on the road. Clenching his jaw and placing one of his hands on my thigh. Massaging my skin with warm hands but a contrast of his cold rings. 

His gesture usually sweet but I knew his tight hold on me was for a different reason.

“I didn’t even wear any panties for you.” Muttering the words quietly and watching Charles as he bites his lip. 

“Don’t make me pull over or I’ll fuck you till you can’t speak.” Charles spits out, eyes burning holes of lust into my body. 

“What makes you think I don’t want that?” I grab ahold of his hand, dragging it further up my burning hot thigh. Forcing his thick fingers to go beneath the fabric of my dress and between my thighs. 

“Fuck, why you being such a brat tonight?” Charles questions as he makes a sharp turn before pulling over. Still not enough time for me to answer, knowing all too well he didn’t expect one from me, but I had to ask myself that too. Maybe it’s the way those thick glasses perfectly sit atop his nose and make a tear drip down my leg. Or maybe his suit and how his veiny hands leave you wondering what’s underneath all that fabric. Is his touch as good as he looks? Is it as smooth as his voice or as rough as the short stubble on his flawless face. 

“Don’t move.” He commands of me. Rushing out of his door to get to mine. Opening it quickly and letting the door slowly rise, gradually revealing the man behind it. 

“Cha-”

“Mon amour, you know it’s so hard,” Charles places his hands on each of my cheeks to kiss my lips. Letting his arms drop to soon grab my hips and pull me out of his Ferrari.

“to not touch you when you do that.” Closing the door behind me and leaving no space between us like positive and negative forces. 

“I do it for you Charles, it’s so hard to act like I don’t crave you.” I breathe against his neck, a charm of hummingbirds singing in my stomach as I fill my nose in his parfum. 

“Oh mon amour… then let me take your innocence. Let me have you.”

Charles whispers, bringing his head in front of mine so we can see each other directly. It was as if he took the blue from the sky and placed it into his eyes, giving it a reason to be in hues of pink, orange and yellow. 

“Always.” I answer in a whisper that’s barely audible. But it’s perfect for his ears, not needing another word to be said in advance to finally raising my dress. Bringing it to my stomach and giving Charles a perfect view of my truth. 

My panties, nowhere to be seen. And my pussy, oh it was throbbing and dripping. I didn’t have to tell him I needed him, it was obvious from the expression on my face and the silent words my body revealed. 

He caressed my lower abdomen with the tips of his fingers, teasing me and helping me gain composure for the touch I knew I’d get. Dragging them lower and lower until he was a mere nanometer from my folds. Eyes flicking back at me once more. And I open my legs further, a silent gesture to tell him to carry on. 

Immediately making my lips part once Charles makes contact with my folds. Taking no time to find my entrance and pry against it. Gathering my slick and making it easier for him to start sliding one of his thick and long digits inside of me. His finger itself, already stretching my unmarked pussy. 

“Please Cha.” I moan quietly, not asking for anything in particular but just more of his touch. Going insane as he starts thrusting in and out, eventually adding another finger and making it impossible for me to stay quiet. Deep and heavy breaths leaving my mouth, and little curses of his name. He pushes me further against the side of the car, making it seem as though he’s about to kiss me with the small distance between our faces. Instead curling his fingers and rubbing my clit with his calloused palm. 

Allowing me to wallow into the feeling of his hand. Making my imagination seem pathetic. Even as I close my eyes I still see Charles. Trying to just focus on the sensation of his hand but his painfully beautiful face always needs attention. Forcing my hand to grab the back of his neck and close the gap between us. His soft lips fused against mine. Tasting sweeter than honey and more addicting than a drug. I couldn’t stop. Pulling his bottom lip between mine, sucking on it before Charles takes the dominance again. Biting my lip and making it more than impossible to part. Not even giving me the opportunity to moan from pleasure. But still somehow, Charles knew I was on the verge of my release. Arching my back and helplessly falling into Charles. Nearly crying as I came around his fingers. 

His name leaving my swollen lips endlessly, just for me to finally gain clearer vision again and see Charles unbuttoning his pants with one hand. His other fingers that were recently inside of me, now being twirled by his tongue, between his silky lips.

“Amour,” I call him by my own nickname. “I can’t, you were so fucking good before, I can’t take more.”

“I know you can, and… I haven’t taken your innocence yet.” Charles states, just as he lowers pants and I grow all the lust I had before, even more. Opening my legs wider and seeming like a delirious woman who craves what she can ultimately have. 

“Fuck, take it. Take it all.”

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[leclercloml]

Summer boy | LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x actress!reader

Summary: y/n l/n the popular actress mainly known for her role in the popular summer series the outer banks but she's constantly ship with her certain co-star and everyone thinks they're dating, but that's not true.... right?

Genre: SMAU

warnings: grammar mistakes i guess , kind of internet bullying?? (Don't worry y/n is a supportive gf who will not stand back)

Author's note: no hate towards any actors/actress all of these are just fictions. AND yes I'm doing this as a memorial of summer, because WINTER is coming bby!!

fc: Blanca Soler

yourinstagram

📍Charleston, South Carolina

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yourinstagram your favourite cast are back. 🌊🍉⛱️☀️

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rudeth

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rudeth 🌊🌊

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username rudyy/n 🔛🔝

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram as maria carey once said "boy why you so obsessed with me?" 🤍

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madelyncline who isn't

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⤷username who's alex?

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username why is no one talking about Lando's like?

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carlossainz55 mariah carey.

⤷username ahhhh kanskabsjs WTFFF???!

⤷username the caption is a carlos refrence.

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landonorris

📍 Charleston, South Carolina

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landonorris beach boy 🤽🏻‍♂️

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username he's in charleston???

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⤷username who?

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⤷username the actress?

⤷username no, the president. ofcourse the actress

⤷username okay...and? Isn't she dating her co-star rudy pankow?

⤷username nah people just ship them, there's no confirmation but you know what else? few months ago y/n moved to monaco and lando lives in monaco as well, I mean like half of the drivers live there but that's not the point and from past few weeks y/n and lando are liking eachothers post and alexandra (charles's girlfriend) commented on y/n post as well AND lando, charles, alexandra, alex albon, lily, george, carmen, carlos and rebecca all started following y/n and she also follows all of them back.....sooo, you get what I'm saying??

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carlossainz55 south carolina huh? 👀

⤷username Carlos what do you know??

yourinstagram look at those curls

⤷landonorris thanks,someone put their hand through it a lot.

⤷hichasestokes by any chance that 'someone' is really annoying?

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⤷username the nial is river in egypt

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username rudy better than this guy honestly

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yourinstagram name a better tour guide than me, you can't.

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username landoooooo

⤷username nu-uh

rudeth he literally told me how you were forcing him to eat sea food even tho he hates it and when he denied you didn't talk to him until he got you like 20 ice creams.

⤷yourinstagram HE TOLD YOU??THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BETWEEN US

⤷username hope all those delulu girls see this, it was not rudy 🥰 it was lando he hates seafood 🥰🥰

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⤷username you guys are so weird, just because they're celebrities that doesn't mean they're not human, both of them are grow up, rudy and y/n were nothing but friends you guys were the one who started shipping them, istg leave em alone it's their life, and stop hating on them for no reason you don't know them personally

⤷username speak louder for people at the back

username so it's confirmed? They're together.

⤷username not confirmed but I think everyone knows

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⤷username don't worry, we don't care 🥰

username leave Lando alone wtf? He's a grown man!! She's a grown woman!! RUDY AND Y/N NEVER FUCKING DATED, THAT SHIP OF YOURS NEVER EXISTED IF LANDO MAKES Y/N HAPPY AND Y/N MAKES LANDO HAPPY WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM HERE???

⤷username they're just bunch of kids or groupies

username man wtf is wrong with some people

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram my beautiful beautiful boy, I've said this to you in person but I also want some people to know too, you're the one i love and you're the one i choose I'm really sorry for the behaviour of some 'fans', you don't deserve it, but I want you to know that I'll be there for you, no matter what happens I'll be there for you when you have a tough race and I'll be there for you after some random bitch on instagram said something and I'm not good at expressing my emotions but YOU, Lando Norris, you make me the happiest person, after I have a bad day, after my favourite team losses, after I do bad on set, you're the one who cheer me up and I want you to know that no matter what happens I'll always be there for you and i love you so so so so much!! that I have looked at you in millions of ways and I've loved you in each and every single one of them, you're a bit annoying in like almost every of them but it's okay, and i promise that I'll forever love you and even after all of this i would still choose you again, again and again, I love you 🧡.

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landonorris this is way too much affection for me to handle, but I'll manage, i love you.

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landonorris

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landonorris my beautiful beautiful girl, you're the best thing that have ever happened to me, you exist in my world I a way that no one else does, you're so so special to me and i admire you for what you are, for what you have been and whatever you will be, For me, you are enough, you are worthy, always have been always will be, you always say that i deserve better but i don't need someone better having you is a thousand times enough and the world may not know but the greatest love i ever had and i ever loved will always be you, i love you ❤️.

tagged; yourinstagram

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yourinstagram lando norris i love you.

⤷landonorris y/n l/n i love you too.

username and they lived happily ever after.

PS: I hope you all like it, and I don't have much to say, thank you for reading, have a great day ahead!

#formula 1 #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #formula 1 x reader #lando norris smau #f1 driver x reader #leclercloml

[cameronspecial]

Let Us Cheer You Up, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

Summary: Y/N is feeling a little down because of her period and the boys can only think of one way to cheer her up.

A/N: This is inspired by this post.

Masterlist

Sometimes her period has Y/N feeling a little more emotional than normal. She knows it is a cliche, but why should she feel ashamed by the overrunning of her hormones? The poor frat brothers of Alpha Epsilon Pi don’t exactly know what to do with the new crying Y/N that is always around the house. They truly like having her around. The house is cleaner because Rafe picks up after them so she doesn’t get grossed out. They actually have real food to eat because Y/N doesn’t love eating takeout all the time and Rafe wants to provide her with more nutritious meals. And she always gives the best life advice. So it’s safe to say that they are all upset at the habitually of her teary eyes. Rafe was surprised when the boys came to her with an idea on what may make her feel better and he was quick to jump in on the idea. They spent the afternoon practicing while she was away at class.

Rafe hears Y/N return and she plops down on the couch immediately to watch TV. She turns it on to see it is playing the dog commercial that always brings her to tears. He finds her with globs of water pooling at the corner of her eyes and takes her into his hold. “Come on, let us cheer you up, Angel,” he whispers into her ear. She lets him lead her into the sitting room across from the living room to find the boys all standing with their backs to her. “Dance the Night Away” by Dua Lipa starts playing and Rafe is quick to join them in the lineup. As the music plays on, the boys start dancing the dance from Barbie. Y/N’s sobs can’t help but turn into giggles at the recreation in front of her.

Rafe is obviously trying to lead the group through the group, except it is very clear that none of them has any dancing skills or the ability to keep a beat. Topper is ahead of everyone else. Kelce is always looking at everyone else to try to figure out what he is supposed to be doing. And Dylan is just doing the cha-cha slide. Nonetheless, she loves that they are doing this to make her feel better and she feels an immense love for them. Sure, some of the rumours about these boys are true, but this shows that they can care about a female and try to change for her. She believes that they can all become a gentleman in the future and this is proof. The music comes to an end and she claps with glassy eyes, which Rafe notices. He frowns, thinking their plan didn’t work and rushes to her side. “Oh, no. We just made you cry more, Angel. I’m so sorry,” he apologizes, pulling her into a hug. She shakes her head against his chest., “I’m not crying because I’m sad. I’m crying because I’m happy. This is so amazing guys. Thank you. I love you all.” The boys all shout back their love for her and squeeze her into a group hug. This leaves Rafe to tighten his hold against her to protect her from the chaos of his brothers. His mouth finds the shell of her ear, “But you love me the most, right?” She giggles and looks up at him. “Yes, I love you the most.” 

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[ectologia]

♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝐿𝒜𝒯𝒞𝐻 ؛ 𝓀𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾 𝒷𝒶𝓀𝓊𝑔𝑜𝓊

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ dubcon ﾉ noncon ﾉ bullying ﾉ pussy wedgie ﾉ wedgie ﾉ fondling ﾉ pussy inspecting ﾉ public indecency ﾉ humiliation ﾉ profanity

Bully Bakugou and how poorly he treats everyone around him.

He’ll shoulder barge and shove his way through the halls in between periods, curling his lip into a snarl if anyone dares address him as he stamps on their toes. He’ll wring his bag straps in between his sweaty palms, intimidating on lookers when they see tendrils of smoke billowing from the charred material, evidence of his brewing temper. The significantly weaker students fall prey to his avarice, cowering in fear as he picks them up from their ankles and shakes them like fish in a bag, chuckling with a “thought ‘cha said you didn’t have any on ya’?” as dimes of silver and bronze bounce out of their pockets and onto the floor. He doesn’t need their lunch money, he’s got plenty of cash, but he just can’t help himself from laughing when he drops the poor things right on their heads, brushing his hands clean of them as they cry out when their skulls meet the concrete with a cack.

In class, he’s no better. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not stupid by any means. In fact, he’s top of the class in most of his lessons, academically at least. But as always with Bakugou, when things get too easy, he gets bored. And when he gets bored, he gets destructive. Spit balls become scrunched up paper, then pencils, then mechanical pens, then compasses. It’s only until he inevitably gets scolded for almost impaling somebody from behind does he blow up. Swearing isn’t uncommon, along with the snark and name calling. On most occasions he’ll exit with a dramatic push of his chair, chucking it onto the floor before slamming the door shut, storming out with a murmured “fuckin’ old cunt” before flinging his bag against the lockers with a resounding clang, while he waits to be escorted to withdrawal.

Excluding his tight knit group of close friends, most tend to steer clear of the abrasive blonde in fear of losing their heads.

Apart from you, of course

He finds you to be a funny little thing. Like a mouse up against a bear when you turn to yell at him, cussing him out in front of everyone when he smushes you up against the wall during transition. The first time, he was only stunned. Shocked, to say the least. That one, somebody had actually dared stand up to him. And two, that that somebody happened to be a teensy little pipsqueak in a skirt and knee high socks.

He’s intrigued by you from the get go, wanting to know who you are, where you’re from, why he’s never seen you before. And soon enough, that interest begins to twist into something a little more than dangerous. Passionate, if you will.

A pattern arises, a schedule that he rarely deviates from. At break, he’ll elbow you into the lockers with a snide remark about your appearance. Lunch, he’ll barge his way into the food line, conveniently just a place ahead of you, always turning with a harsh side-eye when he picks up on your croons and complaints. After school, you’d write as the worst. An inconvenience that his route is not too different from yours. The jeers and shouts always come, along with the trash and rocks getting kicked up at your knees. And sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly devilish .. He’ll touch you.

He’ll touch you in all those harsh ways, grab your shoulder, ball the hem of your skirt in his greasy fists before hooking a thick, beefy bicep around your neck as you splutter. Whispering with hot, smoke ridden breaths into your ear as you scratch at the expensive watch clasped around his tanned wrist.

“Hey, squirt.”

“What do you want now, Bakugou? I need to go home.” You push at his arm, your feet clashing beneath you as your soles slip and slide over his shoes, rolling your ankles with uneven footing.

The rickety brush of gravel fills the otherwise desolate drive, a sound you’ll forever associate with moments like these.

“Yeah, I know. I gotta’ talk to you ‘bout summin’ first though.” His chest puffs against your shoulders, the sharp scent of sandalwood cleansing your nostrils with it’s acidity.

“What?”

He spins you around, face to face and toe to toe, looking down on you despite the fact you’ve had him by the balls since day one. “Fuck was that look today?”

“What?” You sound like a broken record at this point, still with that same dumbfounded and foolish expression, the one where your brows curl and your mouth gapes. He tells you you look stupid like that, but god knows it’s the most adorable little face he’s ever seen.

“That bitchy little side-eye you gave me in math.”

“I didn’t side-eye you.” This time, it’s your turn to barge him. Shoving past with a grimace as you swing your bag onto your other shoulder, making haste — only to be swept back again.

“Oh yes you fuckin’ did.”

Your bag is torn off of your back, left swinging between his fingers.

“Hey, give it back!”

In a split second decision, you lunge at him. Like a panther, you pounce, scratching and clawing at the brawny arm that shields you from your belongings.

He drops it on the floor in favour of grabbing you by the hair, bending you over and bowing you down until your forehead meets the pavement, digging loose stones into your skin. You look like a dog baying for scraps, crumpled at his feet by the scruff of your neck. His calloused digits squeeze the delicate tendons in your neck, making you yelp out a squeal.

“Now, listen here you little shit.” He squats down over you, the baggy pouch of his crotch practically resting atop your head. “Next time I see you give me a filthy fuckin’ look like that, I’ll punch your fuckin’ lights out. Got it?”

His words are spat with venom and sharpened to a point, giving no room for disagreement.

“Mhm.”

You assume this is your cue to get up, poising yourself on your hands and knees — up until an odd, tightening sensation tears through your middle. You squawk, snapping your head up with wide eyes like a skittish rabbit as the plain of your panties thins into a skinny strip, sinking into the pudge of your pussy lips and wrapping around your clit. The stringy fabric digs all the way into your crack, kissing the entrance of your scrunched asshole and creaking as Katsuki’s fists rips it up past the small of your back.

“Bakugou!” You shriek, already with two hands flailing and swatting at his arm behind you

He only smirks, trapping you in the confines of your own underwear as he pinches the hem of your skirt up. “Well, wouldja’ look at that.” He gives a low, prolonged whistle at the sight of your plush mound twitching and quivering around the crotch of your panties. “I always wondered what kind of pussy lips you had. Turns out, you’ve got the cute kind.” He snorts when you wail, legs quivering around his wrist as he pulls on one of your labia. “Very pretty little cunt you got there, huh squirt?”

“Ow, ow, ow! Bakugou, stop!” You yip, hopping up and down to ease the burn as he tugs on the waistband of your pants clutched in his fist, stringing you along like a puppet as the searing cotton rubs through the valley of your quim, pushing back and forth over your throbbing hole and clitty. He watches in awe, his mouth agape as he cocks his head like a curious child playing with a toy train, invigorated by the way your puffy slit contorts and flares.

After growing bored, he relents, letting the stretched elastic snap back against your hips.

“Remember what I said, yeah?”

You don’t hear him, to concerned with plucking the drenched piece of distorted fabric out of your nether regions.

“Hey.” He smacks the back of your head. “Remember what I fuckin’ said, yeah?“

“Ouch, yes.” You snap, soothing where his rendition of a “tap” nearly left a dent in your skull, leaning to pick your now scuffed backpack up off the ground.

“Good.” He checks his phone with a sigh, then his watch, before sauntering past. Shoulder barging you once again as though nothing had ever happened. “See you ‘round, bitch face.”

“Prick.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing..”

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[mazzystah]

❝ JUST FOR A BIT ❞┆cl¹⁶

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : A night out with some colleagues does sound enticing to you, —though it’s hard to leave for the night when your boyfriend seems to have other plans in mind.

𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : smutty, profanities, breast play, nothing extreme :) beware of grammatical errors!

𝐚/𝐧 : first post, though an old plot :p

re-blogs/likes are much appreciated!

Every once in a while, you’d somehow find yourself feeling tense, mentally and physically. And ironically, that’s all you’ve been feeling for the past couple of weeks.

Perhaps it was due to work? Your lack of sleep? Or the fact that you haven’t laid out some stress in a while? You had to admit, it was everything. 

And that’s when the idea to go out for the night came upon you. Just thinking of the pressure being lifted off your shoulders in a click with a few drinks, excites you furthermore. And so, you wasted no time to invite a few people, perceiving the possibility that they themselves could use the same remedy. 

Surprisingly, Charles was home for the weekend, and you had already told him about this days prior, and he appears to have no complaints about it — and even said it was a good idea. 

But then again, that was days ago. Because tonight, it suddenly felt like his mind changed about it. 

“You’re gonna make me late..” You mumbled out with a soft laugh as you tried to get out of Charles’ grip. To which you failed, miserably. 

“Mm, just a minute..” He muttered back, his voice a little gruff as his arms remained on your waist, slow breaths fanning over your exposed neck as you stood there, holding it together─ in fear that you might just give in. “You’re leaving me alone for the night, at least let me get a good look at you, amour.”

A small scoff left your lips, “You said the same thing minutes ago, Cha.”

Instead of responding, Charles lifted his head from your neck as he began to walk backwards, leading you both to the couch, you plopping down on his lap, straddling him. 

That alone striked as a signal for you to get up and leave, knowing deep down this was not going to last for a minute. 

You should’ve known he was bound to act this way once you finished getting ready. Just the view of you in that thin-strapped mini dress was enough to arouse him within seconds. There was no way he was letting you out the door any time soon.

Your eyes trailed down, feeling his hand on your thigh, sliding dangerously higher as he busied himself leaving wet kisses on your neck and shoulders. 

“Charles..” You said, a hint of disappointment as you huffed, your body going a bit cold with his touch.

“What? Just for a bit.” He says, feigning innocence as he tilted his head a bit. “They won't mind waiting.” 

You knew the tendencies of him being so.. clingy, especially with him being away most of the time. And you didn't mind, not one bit. Though tonight's different, and you were really looking forward to a few shots. 

Sadly, that's gonna have to stay on hold for a moment. 

Briefly, you turned to glance at the clock on the wall, but before you could even process the time, Charles got ahold of your jaw, gently pushing your head to look at him.

“This’ll be quick..” He said with a smirk, leaning in to press a kiss on the corner of your lips. “I promise.” 

As ironic as it may be, things were never quick with Charles. At least not when it comes to things like this. Though you knew better than to resist as his hands toyed with the straps of your dress, slowly sliding it down, the rest of the dress gradually followed, revealing your bare breasts to him. 

You watched as his eyes intently roamed your torso as the silk-like material slid down, mouth slightly agape as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek.

“I’ll show you..” He trailed off, leaning in to leave subtle kisses on your jaw, the tip of his tongue brushing ever so slightly as his hands groped on your breasts. “..What you’ll miss out on once you get out of the door.”

“Would you like that, baby?” 

You bit your lip at his words, trying to suppress any moans from slipping. Charles needed no response from you as your hips started to move, creating friction— growing more and more desperate. 

You swore you could see Charles’ smirk go wide as your back arched, suddenly feeling his tongue swirling around your hardened bud as he suckled on it continuously. Goosebumps scattered around your figure, feeling his stubble rub against your skin, adding more to the sensation. 

“Ah fuck— yes..” You whimper, the plans you made, now long forgotten as you grabbed a fistful of his hair, pushing his head further to your chest. 

“So pretty, cherie.” He hissed, pulling away from your chest as his thumbs played with your buds, now a little damp from the work of his mouth. “Tell me you want this, ange.”

You muttered something incoherently as if you were drunk on something. Charles hummed at this, amused as you kept on grinding on him. “Come on, tell me what you want, hm?” 

A soft mewl left your lips as you tried to respond, eyes gently fluttering as he latched his mouth back to your breasts, making it even harder for you to answer. 

“I..” You stammered out, knowing you were about to give in at any moment now. “I need you, please.” 

Charles pulled back with a cocky grin, leaning in for a proper kiss, his hand behind your head, deepening it before pulling away, panting. 

“Here I was thinking you needed a night out.” He chuckled dryly, as if he was mocking you─ swiftly sliding his hand under your dress, pressing a thumb on your clothed heat, pushing the lace material to the side. 

“Just needed to be fucked, huh?” 

You've never seen him be so determined. Determined to make you stay, determined to make you forget about the plans you had.

And needless to say, his determination was working.

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[oharabunny]

The Grass is Greener on the Other Side

Description: It's Miguel's birthday and you want to surprise him with his childhood favorite foods. With you living in his home, he has rules, and you broke the most important one.

Story is connected to my yandere!caretaker!Miguel fic.

Word Count: 5170

Warning: 18+, mdni, yandere!caretaker!Miguel, fem!afab!Reader, spanking, manipulation, slut-shaming, Stockholm Syndrome, infantilization, physical pain, non-con, not beta read

Please read warnings before proceeding. The following behaviors are abusive and I do not condone them.

You wake up one morning from Lyla’s alarm and see Miguel isn’t next to you in bed. That is typical of him because he has to go to work early or the rare times he stays there overnight (which he will always give you a heads up on). 

He will almost always come home every night so it doesn’t particularly bother you. (But it definitely bothers him because he just wants to spend an eternity in every waking hour caring for you, but alas the multiverse isn’t going to take care of itself. It’s not like he can entrust the fate and balance of it all to the other Spiders.)

You slowly begin to wake up and slide yourself out of bed. Another day without Miguel as your only friend and husband to keep you entertained. 

That is until you realize what day it is.

You memorize this specific date because it is one of the few things that Miguel will tell you about himself (you pestered him a long time to tell you).

Today is his birthday.

You feel saddened by the fact he is not home to celebrate, but that gives you the chance to surprise him if he comes back home tonight.

You ask Lyla what Miguel’s favorite cakes and birthday food are. 

Lyla says he really likes the pan dulce sold at this specific bakery downtown. Unfortunately they’re a prideful business that does not do delivery. 

That is a problem.

Ever since he took you under his wing to live in his apartment, he has many, many rules for you to follow. They only get stricter after marriage and childbirth. 

Rule number one is you do not leave the apartment for any reason (unless it’s for safety and Miguel is not there to save the day).

Lyla, his AI assistant, is also sure as hell not going to let you go either.

You have a child now, a daughter of 9 years, so there is even less incentive to let you go outside.

You think to yourself, wouldn’t your daughter also want to help set up his birthday surprise?

You immediately wash up and dress in one of Miguel’s favorite dresses that he likes on you. You even put on the style of makeup and hairdo the way he likes them.

You go to your daughter’s room and softly knock on her door. “Hey, Y/D/N, can I come in?”

She swings the door open, and says while yawning, “Hey mama, good morning.”

You step into her room and sit on her bed. You pat the bed to gesture to her to sit down next to you.

“It’s your papa’s birthday today. And I think we should surprise him with his favorite foods when he gets back.”

Her face lights up in excitement and bounces up to her toes. “It is?! Oh can we, mama?”

She pauses, “But wait, you can’t cook.”

It was another one of those rules Miguel set for you: you are not allowed to cook. You can at most use the microwave, with Lyla’s supervision. 

“I know, sweetie, but I know a few places we can stop by to pick up his favorite foods.” You counter.

“But papa says you’re not allowed to go outside, it’s too dangerous for you.” Your daughter looks to the side with uncertainty while playing with her fingers. She does this whenever she feels pressured.

You sigh, “I know…that papa can be protective of me. But sometimes…he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I’m not as weak as he thinks. Besides, I want to spend time with you outside! I’ll promise to take you to your favorite ice cream spot, if you’ll show me.”

With just that, her face lights up again in glee. She has always wanted to bring you to her favorite places in the city that she usually goes with her papa. You never got the chance to see the outside world beyond that brief time in Spider Society and when he brought you to the hospital for her birth. 

You lean into your daughter’s ear, “But we’ll need to trick the alarm system and Lyla if we want to make it happen.”

You have to convince Lyla into disabling the alarm system without her alerting Miguel.

You also have to make your trip super quick because he likes to video call you randomly. 

There are very few ways to convince or even trick Lyla. None of which would pop up in your head if you aren’t particularly tech savvy. 

And you aren’t.

“Lyla.” You called her.

“Hey there sweetie. What’s up?” The small yellow woman appears on your shoulder and tilts her head in question.

You pause to gather your words and organize your mind. It doesn’t really work.

“It’s Miguel’s birthday today and I want to surprise him.” You start slowly to gauge her response.

“Ah, yes it is, and oh dear…” Lyla pauses, “He doesn’t particularly like his birthday, much less surprises.”

“Well, I still think he should have a little something. Maybe not like a party if he doesn’t like those, but something like getting his favorite foods. And before you tell me I’m not allowed to cook, I know. And… I need to go outside to pick them up.” You clasp your hands together and look down to help with your words.

You can see Lyla is already about to cut in.

“I KNOW, I know, rule number one. But, it’s close by. I’ll make it quick. Y/D/N will be with me.” 

Lyla sighs and readjusts her pink heart-shaped glasses, “You know Miguel is still not going to be happy about that.”

“You don’t have to tell him! I mean, you’ll be with me and if anything happens you can call him. But, I swear, nothing will happen to me!” 

“I’m sorry gal, I just can’t let you do that.” Lyla could only give you a sympathetic look.

“He deserves something special for a special day. Even setting aside his whole birthday, I just want to show him how much I appreciate him for everything he’s done for me.” You could feel yourself becoming dejected.

“You can paint him a picture.” Lyla suggests.

“I painted him a thousand.” You counter.

“You can crochet.”

“I do that every day.” You are getting frustrated and sigh, “And don’t you think it’s a little ridiculous that I’m not allowed outside. I can walk just fine. You can take your diagnostics. Even I need a change of scenery every now and then.”

“Girlie, you know you two have talked about this. Miguel set that rule in stone. I can’t do anything about it.” Lyla is still on the fence.

“I just… I just want to get him something that reminds him of home. I haven’t seen him have that pan dulce at all before. He deserves it for all his hard work. Don’t you think?” You plead and plead in hopes to appeal somewhere in her algorithm for Miguel’s sympathy.

“Well, I can ask one of our Spiders to fetch it for you.” Damn you Lyla.

“I can’t trouble the Spider people for this!” You quickly said.

And then you remembered something.

“Hey Lyla, don’t you have customization mods that you’ve been bugging Miguel to let you have?” Your eyes look devious.

“...no?” Lyla narrows her eyes in suspicion.

“Well… if I can get him the pan dulce, he’ll be very happy. And you know with happy Miguel, I can convince him to let you have your customization mods.” You wink. 

Lyla doesn’t immediately answer and looks up in thought. “Hmmm… Well, as long as you make it quick…”

“And he cannot know!”

“Deal. At least he won’t berate me about it.” Lyla twirls her hand. “But you have to make it quick!” She emphasizes and points at you.

You smile and nod. 

You quickly go and grab your laptop to order the pan dulce for pickup. You also map out a couple other stops to pick up his favorite empanadas, tamales, sopapillas, etc and your daughter’s ice cream spot as you promised. Nothing can go wrong. 

You tell her to get ready to go and Lyla to disable the alarm system.

“Hey Lyla, could you also temporarily disable the live tracking on my watch?” 

She gives you a bored look. “He quite literally checks every 30 minutes. Sometimes 5. Oh and including the camera feed in the apartment as well. He’s gonna notice.” 

“Could you, like, distract him at work? Maybe another anomaly case or what not.”

“Fortunately for you, he’s out in another universe catching an anomaly right now. But it’s an easy one. I can try and distract him a little, but he’s going to finish up pretty fast with this one.” Lyla conjures up her own digital screen to analyze all her possibilities. “I can probably shoot another case for him to do.”

Honestly anything is fine as long he’s distracted long enough for you to go to all of your stops. 

“I’ll try and be fast.” You promise her. “Oh and Lyla-”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.” You smile at her genuinely.

“Aw shucks.” Lyla smiles back.

–

On Miguel’s end, he is finishing up his capture on several anomalies and heading back to HQ. He just can’t wait to go home soon since today is slow and nothing else should be happening. All projects are being handled by the other Spiders, so he can take it easy and go see you.

That is until Lyla pops up on his shoulder and screams, “HELLO MIGUEL–!”

He flinches and covers his ears from the banshee levels of frequency. “What the shock Lyla! Don’t scream into my ear!”

“Haha sorry, sorry. I just wanted to let you know that there’s another case on Earth-2348 that needs your attention.”

“Send another Spider for that. I need to go home and check on Y/N.” Miguel raises his brow at her through his mask.

“You have a point, but this one requires your special attention.” Lyla shows him the data.

Miguel gives a gruff sigh and rolls his eyes, “Fine. Let’s get this over quick.”

–

You and your daughter are making your way downtown. Walking fast, faces pass and you’re… at Miguel’s childhood bakery!

The walk with your daughter has been a breath of fresh air. You’ve been trapped in that godforsaken apartment for the last 9 years, basically ever since your daughter was born. But even before then, Miguel wouldn’t let you go outside unless it was a date or state of an emergency. He hasn’t taken you out on a date since your daughter’s existence. And emergencies rarely ever do arise, if ever. 

But now, you get to have your own time with your daughter without being shackled to him and the shared apartment. It’s not like you hate him; you just wish he lets you have the freedom to choose and make your own decisions. 

Why can’t he see that?

Picking up the goods is quick and easy, even if there is a bit of a wait in some shops. You know you don’t have time to stall and admire your surroundings. 

You still take your daughter to the ice cream spot that she boasts about going with papa. You’re happy that you get to also share this moment with her as well.

“What flavor does papa get with you?” You ask your daughter. Maybe you can pick up a pint for him.

“He usually gets cinnamon-basil.” Your daughter scrunches up her face in disgust. “I usually get the peanut butter fudgesicle.”

Noted. 

You turn toward the male worker to place your order, “Um, hi there, I would like the peanut butter fudgesicle…”

You turn to your daughter, “On a cone?” She nods. 

“On a cone.”

You continue, “As for me, I would like the [your fav ice cream flavor] on a cone as well. Oh! And one pint each for the peanut butter fudgesicle and the cinnamon-basil.” 

The transaction goes smoothly and he hands you your order. He decides to add, “You are very pretty ma’am. I hope you and your daughter have a nice day.”

You blush at the compliment. Miguel is usually the one feeding you compliments, but it’s nice seeing someone else other than your husband acknowledging you. 

You smile back cheerfully, “Thank you!”

–

Miguel quickly finishes up on this “special” case that Lyla claims to be. Strange, she usually isn’t wrong with her calculations and data processing. Did something happen to her programming?

He fidgets his gizmo to check up on you since he hasn’t planned on taking on an extra case today. The camera feed of the apartment shows no signs of you or your daughter. Then, he pulls up his map of his Earth to find your pinpoint, but it’s not there. He searches for your ping frantically and it’s not there.

“Lyla.” He calls in a low tone.

She pops up and tries not to look guilty, mentally cursing you for not being fast enough.

“Why did you give me such an easy anomaly to take care of?” His voice is threatening. 

Lyla can’t take it anymore. “I’m sorry! Y/N wanted to surprise you for your birthday. She didn’t want you to find out because you know…you’d freak out.”

“You know the rules. You’re not programmed to respond to her commands.” He crosses his arms as he gives her a heated look.

“Well, you deserve a little something, and she really wants to show her appreciation for you. You can’t fault me for that!” Lyla protests.

He just glares at her in the most deadpan expression.

“Okaaaaay. It’s mostly because she promised me that she’ll help get me those mods you never let me get.” She rolls her eyes.

“Where. Is. She. Now.” He emphasizes each word, barely holding on to his anger and state of panic from breaking loose. He notes to himself to reprogram her, thoroughly.

“She should be on her way back to her apartment right now! She went to that bakery you grew up with and the ice cream spot you take Y/D/N with.”

And with that, he heads out.

–

You beeline towards your apartment as you check for the time. Luckily Miguel hasn’t called you all day or else you wouldn’t know what to say or how to react.

You and your daughter reach the second to last block of the apartment when suddenly you get approached by some shady, hooded figure.

“Hey there, pretty lady! Hope you can spare a few minutes with me~” He steps up towards you, a little too close for comfort.

You kind of freeze up in place, and are unsure of how to respond. You are too polite to tell him off. “U-Um, excuse me.” 

You take your daughter’s hand tightly, who is shooting daggers at him, and try to move past the stranger. 

He stops you by grabbing your shoulder and shoving you back into the alleyway behind you, causing you to lose your grip on both your daughter and bag of food. 

You hit against the brick wall aggressively, with your head smacking against it. You start to feel lightheaded and the area of impact pulsating.

He tries to reach for your purse, but is soon met with a loud, booming punch against the gut from your daughter. He is sent flying 50 feet away and smacks against the wall causing him to pass out. (She might have killed him.)

“Mama! Mama! Are you okay?!” Your daughter frantically rushes to your side, gripping the skirt of your dress.

“I-I’m fine. I just need a moment to collect myself.” You hold your head from the impending headache.

Not a second later, you are suddenly hoisted up like a potato sack causing you to scream and flail until you recognize whose back you’re seeing belongs to.

It’s your husband, and he wastes no time to leap to the top floor of the apartment building with not just you but your daughter also, one on each hand, without breaking a sweat. 

“Lyla, open the door.” He sternly commands.

The door opens on its own, and he gently sets both you and your daughter down. You are still shaken from the whole ordeal that your knees give out. He swiftly catches you, almost as if he expects you to. 

He carries you bridal style, and walks you to the living room to set you down on the couch. He takes off his mask, and you can see the tension contorting his face, stabbing you with guilt.

He grabs your chin to scan for any signs of obvious injury, and a quick visual across your body. 

“Lyla, scan her for vitals.”

Quickly, she does and concludes, “All vitals seem normal. Heart rate is 120, likely due to panic and stress. Increased blood flow to the back of her head due to external impact, but no signs of head trauma.”

He drops his head and leans in. He runs his fingers through your hair in the area of impact and massages your scalp. You can feel your headache already melting away, and you lean into his touch.

“Just why…” He whispers into your ear. “Why would you go outside?”

“I just wanted to surprise you for your birthday.” You put your hands on his wide shoulders and give him a light squeeze, trying to placate him.

It does nothing to sooth him. He shifts himself to sit beside you and pulls you into his embrace. You are led to sit on his lap with your face laying on the crook of his neck as he continues to massage your head. His other hand rests around your waist.

“Y/D/N, come here.” He doesn’t stop his ministrations.

She has been standing near the door fidgeting her fingers anxiously. She walks over to you two, and with the smallest voice she says, “Am I in trouble, papa?”

He sits up a little, but assures you that he won’t drop you by tightening his embrace. 

“No, but tell me what happened. Every last detail.” He says firmly, yet tactfully.

She tells him everything, including the part where the ice cream guy complimenting you. You can feel his grip getting harder and tighter as he grinds his jaw. His jealousy is apparent. 

“Thank you for being honest with me. You’re a very good girl for protecting your mother. You take after me which is why you are strong. You are also a smart girl. You must understand that your mother is in no shape to go outside without me. Never let her persuade you again.” He emphasizes “never” to drive home the point. “If she tries to go outside again, tell me.”

And at that, you pull yourself away from him. His arm around your waist doesn’t budge, still straddling you to his lap. The hand that was on your head now rests on your neck.

“That’s not fair, Miguel! I am a grown woman! Your wife, her mother! You can’t keep trapping me here in this apartment.” You protest.

“I’ll…I’ll go crazy.” You barely whisper whilst choking back a sob.

“We already had this discussion before. It’s just not safe. Look at what happened today! Do you really think you’re in any position to be demanding to go outside?!” He glares at you.

You don’t listen. You try to tear yourself from him but his grip is relentless. You push and kick with all your might, but you’re like a mouse fighting against a lion.

You turn your head to your daughter, “Y/D/N, I am your mother, please don’t listen to him.” You plead in hopes that she won’t bar you from ever going outside again too. 

Alas, Miguel is the one with authority here.

“Don’t drag her to your impulse. You also endangered her by taking her with you.” He chastises, and forces your head back down to lean into his, to look him in the eyes. “You may be her mother, but you can’t protect her.”

Somewhere in your heart breaks. You slump as all the energy in your muscles give out. 

Yes, considering today, you never would have been able to protect your child. Yes, it is in fact your own child, who hasn’t even reached puberty, that saved your life. What would have happened if she was taken while you were distracted? You have no survival skills.

“Y/D/N, go to your room. I need to talk to your mother in private.” He orders and watches as she scurries off.

With her bedroom door shut, he calls for Lyla, “Activate soundproofing.”

Your heart begins to race in anticipation for what’s about to happen. He gets up from the couch while holding you (causing you to koala hug him) with one hand on your bum and the other your back.

He carries you to your shared bedroom, and unceremoniously plops you to the bed. He flips you over so that you face down to the bed, and slides you towards the edge so your ass hangs off.

“I’m going to punish you now. This is your lesson for disobeying my most important rule.” He says in a cold tone. 

Goosebumps form and your body shivers in fear. You never would have expected to be here. He has always been so gentle, forceful at times, but gentle nonetheless. 

You fucked up big time.

“P-Please wait…!” You hold your arm out to stop him.

He swats it away and simply says, “Stop moving.”

He hikes up the skirt of your dress over your ass revealing your pretty lace panties, and grips the skirt in place on your lower back.

“You didn’t wear safety shorts under the dress? You’re either a slut or an idiot.”

Before you can answer, he gives you a hard smack on your left ass cheek. You yelp from the sudden impact. It stings and burns.

You squirm, but you don't move out of place from the heavy weight pressing you down your abdomen.

He gives you another smack, this time on the right cheek. His touch is not kind, not tender like you’ve been used to for all these years. Your heart races so intensely; you can feel it beating against the mattress. 

“P-Please…” You attempt to get the words out through your heavy pants. “I…just want to…give you a birthday present.”

He kneads your cheek harshly, and you instinctively hiss from the contrast of earlier hits and round your back to escape his hand. He pushes your abdomen back down.

“And yet, instead, you had not only made me worry, but you endangered yourself unnecessarily and for what? A couple baked goods? I can get them any time.” He hard smacks your cheeks a couple times earning him a scream. “Not very considerate of you on my birthday.”

You sob from his words and the pain from his strikes. He doesn’t loosen his hold and continues to strike your ass in rapid succession. 

You groan into the sheets while you grip them tightly to hold yourself in some form of leverage. 

He spreads your cheeks apart and pulls your panties up. The cloth wedging itself into your cunt.

“You’re getting wet.” He scoffs. “You’re getting off on this.”

He rubs the inner side of your ass near your cunt with his thumb. He pulls on it to spread your cunt out for him to see. He glides his pointer finger across your glistening hole.

“You’re very wet.” His husky voice is low and you can sense he’s beginning to feel aroused. 

He pulls your right leg up and anchors your foot down to the mattress. “Keep your ass up.”

You do as you’re ordered and he smacks the area close to your dripping pussy. He smacks again and again. You can barely hold on. That area is far too sensitive.

Especially when you’re becoming impossibly wet. 

Your cunt is clenching around nothing and you try to push down the neediness that’s building up in the pit of your stomach. Your clit won’t stop pulsating. 

He pushes your hiked up leg back down to focus the assault on just your ass. He forcefully pulls down your panties and inspects your pussy again. While it’s not the first time he’s ever seen it, for some reason, you’re so much more embarrassed being presented in this way. 

“I-I’m sorry Miguel. I w-won’t do it again.” You want to be out of this demeaning hold as soon as possible. You can’t contain your tears and sobs flowing into your bed.

He again kneads your ass, but in thought. As if considering your apology, “If you’re truly sorry, then you’ll continue to ride out your punishment.”

Your eyes widen as his hand crashes down on your ass again. 

Your skin is fiery hot and raw. Your mind is blanking out. Strings of saliva fly out of your mouth. 

He stops for a moment after minutes of nonstop assault on your poor ass to knead and console your sensitive skin and muscles. (If your skin is pale, your ass is beet red, almost glowing like his webs.) 

You make a guttural throat sound in response; the shock shooting your brain awake. 

“Forgive me! Please, forgive me. I didn’t know. I didn’t know. Please stop.” 

He stops but his hand does not leave your ass as he gives you a quizzical look. “You didn’t know? Like you didn’t know this would happen?” 

You make a poor attempt at a nod. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think someone would attack me.”

He lets go of your dress and grabs you by the bodice pulling you off of the mattress. He drags you to the front of the full size body mirror where you can clearly see the dramatic height difference between the two of you. 

He grabs your waist while holding your face out. “Look at yourself!” He yells.

You take a good look at yourself. You’re a mess. The tears streaming down your face ruined your makeup. Streams of black from your mascara stain your cheeks while your lipstick is smeared all over your mouth. Your hair is disheveled. Your eyes are red. Your dress is wrinkled.

You don’t quite understand what he’s looking for. All you see is a mess.

“Do you have any idea how captivating you are? Why do you think I love this specific dress on you? And your makeup? You can tempt any man around you. You can’t possibly think no one would try to take you?” He says while pressing his hard-on on your back.

Sure, the dress hugs your body in all the right places. It shows your cleavage. But still, nothing overly liberal and out of place for a casual stroll in the city. Not when other more scantily clad women are a dime a dozen. Especially in Nueva York, in a time that’s far more advanced and liberal than your own.

“I d-don’t understand what you’re saying. I’m not that pretty.” You struggle to stand, but his grip on your waist keeps you from falling.

“Don’t act like you don’t know.” He grips your jaw harder as he glares at you through the mirror.

“I’m really not. I don’t even know why you married me!” You sob. “I’m weak. I’m useless. There are tons of girls who are better and prettier than I am. Why did you choose me? All I do is give you reasons to do more work at home than you already have.” You can’t help but sulk and spill all your insecurities.

His gaze softens and drops his grip from your jaw. He spins you around and brings you close to his chest. He strokes your head like how he used to comfort you. Your gentle Miguel is back.

“Shhh, I know that you can’t do a lot of things like other people, but it doesn’t make me love you any less. Isn’t that enough?” 

You pull your face away from his chest and look up at him. “But I want to be your equal. I want to be worthy.”

“But you are worthy. You don’t have to be my ‘equal’ for me to love you.” He counters. Good point. He cups your cheek and you lean into his touch. He lightly wipes away your tears. 

You have nothing more to say. Perhaps you’ll never understand why he chose you, why he loves you. 

“I love you more than you can know.” He brushes your hair behind your ear. “We have a beautiful family now. I can’t risk losing you, any of you. I hope you understand that.”

His eyes darken. You can see that his words mean more than what he tells you. You don’t know what he really means.

You have no choice but to accept him anyway. He is your rock in this world. Your entire fiber of being and existence completely and solely hinges upon him and his will. Without him, you have nothing, you are nothing. 

He is your savior as much as he is your captor. He is your caretaker as much as he is your jailor. 

He is your God.

You two linger in each other’s hold as if time stood still. His scent calms you down, and you begin to relax more and more in each breath you take as you sink into his embrace. 

Until your stomach growls.

He chuckles as he lets you go slowly. “Looks like someone’s hungry. I’ll go whip up some dinner for us.”

He walks away for a second to grab a box of tissues. He wipes away all of your tears, makeup smears, and dripping nose (which he tells you to blow out while holding up the tissue for you). 

“B-But the pastries and the ice cream I got for you. They got left behind.” You sniffle. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He pauses to think. “How about this? I’ll take the next weekend off and we can go together, as a family.”

You smile up at him; you couldn’t be more happy. “Thank you, Miguel. Thank you.”

He softly smiles back and kisses your forehead, “Now, go rest, I’ll come back to get you when dinner is ready. I’ll wash you up after.”

You nod to that. You make your way to your bed and plop face down. Your ass is still stinging and burning so you can’t lay on your back. Your eyes flutter shut and begin to drift off.

Good grief is what he thought watching you pass out on the bed. You’re going to catch a cold. He lifts you up to untuck the blanket and covers you with it. He carefully tucks the blanket in every crevice around your neck, ensuring no part of you is bare to feel the cool air. 

He stays for a second to look at you and brush away the strands of hair from your face before walking out and closing the door behind him. 

A/N: Well...that was intense. The second part will be fluffier and smuttier. (づ￣ 3￣)づ I spent like at least 12 hours just on part 1 in both writing and proofreading, only to not even get to part 2 yet. Feedback is welcomed. This is not a comfortable read.

Also I want to thank @wreakingmarveloushavok for giving me the idea of what Mexican pastry that's eaten on birthdays! Everything else I googled, including any inaccurate health related mentions.

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[dreamofjoys]

DAY 1 KINKTOBER 2023

7 min in heaven? More like 7 days inside you!

Main Masterlist + Rules / Next Day of kinktober

A/N: Please read the rules on my kinktober 2023 main masterlist before proceeding. Rule breakers will be blocked.

Characters involved (separated): Malleus draconia(TWST), Wriothlesly(Genshin), Ayato(Genshin), Nanook(HSR), Luo Cha(HSR)

Sypnosis: After getting officially married, you and your husband decided to finally go to your long awaited 7 days honeymoon in a resort at private island specially reserved by your husband! Those 7 days were meant to be fun and relaxing, but why are you so tired by the end of it?

C/W: Fem reader, possessive, slight implications of yandere at nanook's part, jealousy, fingering, squirting, begging, praising, overstimulation, luocha having nasty/bad ideas. This story takes place for 7 days (7 fics)

BY OPENING THE TAB BELOW, YOU CONSENT TO READ DC/SMUT WRITING + HAVE READ THE RULES

Day 1 Scenario

"Here's the room that is specially reserved for you. Please enjoy your stay here, my lord and milady." The butler bowed before closing the door to give you and your husband some private time alone. Your eyes sparkled in joy as you take in the magnificent sight in front of you. This was more than a room. It was a grand suite that consist of a living room, kitchen, a master bed room and two guest room. The furniture was decorated in luxurious gold and red colour that was made fitted for royalty. You decided to explore the master bed room first. As expected, you were not disappointed by the results. The whole room was well lighted up due to the floor-to-ceiling windows, which provided a magnificent view to the outside, which is the sea. A king size bed was placed in the middle of the room, with a plush looking set of tables and chairs beside it. There was another door at the side, which you can only assume that it leads to the bathroom. "This place is so cool!" You exclaimed, twirling around in excitement before landing on the bed with a oompf sound. Your husband trails behind you, humming in approval at the service that they were given. It seems like he was satisfied from the abundance of money he had spent on this honeymoon trip. "How did you get to know this place?" You looked at your husband who has taken his place beside you, twirling a strand of your hair around his index finger and thumb. "I did some extensive research to make sure that everything was to your liking." His hand switches to caress your cheek, before sliding down to the plum of your boobs, and further down to the swell of your ass. "What's wrong?" You blinked innocently, trying to the shake off your excitement at your husband's actions, but the wet poolness in between your legs says otherwise. He knows you are aroused when he finally slips a finger into your labia, your slick easily coating him as he starts finger fucking you. "That butler has some nerves to check you out while I right infront of him." You spread your legs wider, eager to welcome your husband's digit while he rambles off about how it's rude to stare at one's wife. "Don't hold back your moans, I need you to scream."

𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗨𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗔

He was a god at making you squirm around just by his mere fingers alone, curling it on a "C" motion, deliberately applying pressure onto that one spot that he knows will have you screaming his name out.

"I can tell that the butler likes you." Another finger in and he had you begging him for more. "Ma-malleus! There please!"

"Am I making you feel good? Say it and I will give you more."

"Ye-yes yes!" You start rutting your hips on his fingers, your toes curling when he manages to hit a even deeper and delicate spot inside you. "You make me feel so good! Malleus please!"

Malleus hums in satisfaction at your begging. His free hand toying with your sensitive clit, rubbing it in a fast circular motion, prompting you to release all over his hands as you let out the lewdest and loudest moan.

𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗟𝗬

"Sh-shit-"

"No bad words sweet heart, or else I might throw you into jail. But that would be better right? That way, no man will ever looking at you."

Wriothelesly carefully scissors your hole open, wanting to test how much your cunt can open up just by finger fucking you alone. "Are you tired already? I haven't stretched you to the size of my cock yet." Each time his fingers stretches you open, you whine at the cool air breezing through your vagina, reminding you of how empty it feels inside.

"Want your big cock please-" Wriothlesly raises an eyebrow at your statement, intrigued at your boldness. "Sweetie, if you want me to fuck you nice and good, you need to scream for it."

𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

"Yato, faster please?"

"I can't hear you, dear."

"Fa-faster please!"

"It seems like my hearing is having a problem today. Dear, would you mind screaming what you want out loud?" His fingers were thrusting into you at an agonizingly slow pace, so much so that you want to just fuck yourself on his fingers, but the steady grip on your waist says otherwise.

"PLEASE FUCK YOUR FINGERS IN FASTER, AYATO!" One moment you were screaming at your request, the next moment you were screaming and moaning at his slender long fingers repeatedly pressing onto your sweet spots, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sudden waves of pleasure.

"Mhm, that's more like it." Ayato smiles, feeling satisfied that you had gave in to his teasing once again.

𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗢𝗞

The Aeon of Destruction lives only to destroy, and that includes abusing your insides with his whole fist in.

"Na-nanook! We just started. Please hah slow down a little!"

"What for?" He clicks his tongue in annoyance, mind still preoccupied with the filthy butler who dared to look at you. "Im just doing what I normally use to do." The room was filled with the sound of your slick squelching as Nanook fist his hand into you like a punching bag. You wanted to move away from him, feeling overwhelmed by his fisting but he only pulls you back, lightly scolding you not to run away from him.

"Wa-wait, Im gonna-" He groans when he feels your wall tightening around his fist, clear liquid shooting out of your hole and onto his muscular arms. "Did you just squirt on me? Wife, you are really cute."

𝗟𝗨𝗢 𝗖𝗛𝗔

"Soon honey, I know you are going to come any moment now." Luo cha murmurs, seemingly focusing on pleasuring you with his skilled fingers.

"Luo-Luocha, a bit more on the right please! Ah yes, there!" Your high pitch moans drives Luocha insane. He might be burning with jealously at the butler who was previous oogling at your figure, but his focus has somehow switched to wanting to give you the best sexual experience ever.

"Don't hold yourself back, hun." Luocha fiddles with your bundles of nerves, encouraging the knot on your stomach to release and flood over his hands and staining the clean bedsheet with your juices.

A sinister thought of asking the butler to come in and change the bedsheet had appeared in Luocha's mind......

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[georgiebrits]

Jealous backstage pass - Cha Eunwoo

You stand backstage at a film studio. Eunwoo is heatedly kissing an actress on a bed set while the crew films. You watch your boyfriend intimately entwined with the other woman, and your chest tightens with jealousy. The actress pulls Eunwoo closer, her hands wandering down his chest. You clench your fists at your sides, unsure of whether to confront him or storm out.

Eunwoo breaks away from the actress and spots you standing backstage. "Oh, hey babe," he says, walking towards you with a smile. "I didn't know you were here. How was your day?"

"It was okay," you reply, averting your gaze. Eunwoo eyes you closely and then puts a hand on your shoulder. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?" he asks with concern.

” Of course everything is ok,” You say loud. “Just didn’t know you could be this passionate.” You whisper under your breath.

Eunwoo looks taken aback by your sudden change in tone, but then his face softens as he understands what you're referring to. "It's just acting, babe," he says, pulling you into a hug. "You know that. I'll always be passionate with you when we're alone." He kisses your forehead and whispers, "I'll show you just how passionate I can be."

With a hand wrapped around your waist, Eunwoo leads you to his private dressing room, closing the door behind him. Without any hesitation, he corners you against the wall, pressing his lips against yours in a heated embrace. His hands roam freely over your body as he peppers kisses down your neck and across your collarbones. You moan as he trails his fingertips down your thigh and pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. Eunwoo's passion is like a fire that envelops your body, driving you wild with desire.

“You have never been this passionate before.” You say.”I just thought you weren’t a passionate person.

Eunwoo pulls away from you, looking into your eyes with a mischievous glint. "Oh, you thought I wasn't that passionate, huh?" he says with a smirk before leaning in to kiss you deeply once again. "I just had to save it all for you, my love," he adds, running his fingers through your hair. The intensity and lust in his eyes send shivers down your spine as his lips claim yours once more.

Eunwoo breaks the kiss and gazes at your exposed cleavage with hunger in his eyes. Without a word, he slowly unzips your dress, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. His eyes roam over your naked body, taking in every inch of your curves. He leans in and trails kisses down your chest, reaching for your breasts with his hands. You gasp as he takes a soft nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting it gently, causing waves of pleasure to ripple through your body.

Your fingers find their way to Eunwoo's belt, signaling him to lose his clothes. He breaks away from your breast, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside before working on his pants. You watch with eager anticipation as he slides them down his legs, revealing his hardening erection. Eunwoo steps out of his pants, standing in front of you completely naked. He returns to kissing you, his hands roaming your body once more.

Eunwoo breaks the kiss, taking hold of your legs and telling you to jump so he can take you against the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist as he presses you firmly against the cool wall, the sensation making you shiver. Eunwoo enters you hard and fast, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts into you punctuated moans escaping both of your lips.

Eunwoo continues to pound into you, his mouth latching onto your neck and shoulders leaving a trail of passionate hickeys. You moan freely, feeling the warmth of his mouth even as he pounds deeper into you. You wrap your arms around his neck and shoulder, digging your nails into his back and biceps, leaving angry red scratches in your wake. Eunwoo groans loudly as you do this, intensifying his thrusts into you.

The pleasure is so intense that you push your head into Eunwoo's neck, muffling your moans against his skin. You feel yourself reaching your peak, your body shaking with ecstasy. As you get closer and closer, you bite down hard on his neck, marking him as your own. Eunwoo groans loudly, his hands gripping your body tightly as he rides out his orgasm with you. Your bodies are left shaking against the wall, the sound of breathing heavily filling the room.

Eunwoo chuckles as he gets dressed, telling you that it was the only sexy scene in the movie, but if this kind of outcome is what he gets, he should do more scenes like that. He gives you a playful wink, making you laugh as you both finish getting dressed. As you leave the dressing room, you can't help but feel grateful for the passion and heat that you both share.

#smut #x reader #imagine #astro #astro smut #cha eunwoo #cha eunwoo smut #eunwoo #eunwoo smut

[maplesyrupsainz]

i accidentally deleted this ask srry lol but here it is 😭

pairing: charles leclerc x fem y/n reader (she/her)

genre: blurb, established relationship

warnings: none just fluff

prompt: three [driver] proposing to you

a/n: tysmmm & yey charles reqs r always welcome

my masterlist | my 1k celebration

it's early afternoon when you wake, stretching out your limbs still stiff from sleep, your eyes adjusting to the light spilling in from the cracks in the blinds. your arms instinctively reach to your left, feeling for your boyfriend who, to your dismay, isn't there. a soft sigh escapes your lips as your eyes finally focus on the empty pillow beside you. you notice a note there, a little yellow post-it marked with charles’ familiar scrawl and you smile to yourself, humming with contentment as you read it: enjoy your breakfast, ma belle.

you pad downstairs through to the kitchen, still rubbing your eyes of any remaining sleep. on the countertop lies fresh fruit, all your favourites, cut up neatly along with pineapple juice and some sweet pastries. you smile to yourself, making yourself a cup of coffee whilst you snack on some cubes of mango. another note catches your attention as you go to grab milk, this time in pink, pasted to the fridge door. i will see you soon it read, along with an address. you raise your eyebrows, grabbing your phone and calling charles. no answer. guess you had to play along after all.

after eating and tidying away at a leisurely pace, a smile playing at your lips the whole time, you take a shower and get ready for the day. the sun is low and warm and bright in monaco today, so you dress appropriately. you toy with the pink post-it between your fingers before folding it up neatly, slipping it into your handbag and going out to the car. another note lays atop the steering wheel of the ferrari, this time in green. je t'aime. simple but effective.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you take the familiar rocky path down to the sands of the beach once you arrive, letting the sun warm your skin. this is one of your favourite places to come with charles, and where you had your first date. you regularly revisit that beach picnic together.

when your feet eventually hit the soft sand, you look around for charles, or even any sign at all of his presence. your eyes narrow at the sight of footprints and you follow them eagerly, your skirts swooshing around you as your legs begin to pick up the pace. you stop in your tracks when you see a blue paper on the ground, partially buried by sand. you reach down and snag your fourth post-it of the day. look up. so, of course, you do.

and there he is, your boyfriend, nine or ten paces in front of you. but it isn't who's there that catches your attention, it's what the hell is he doing.

“charles, what are you doing?” you say, beginning to walk towards him quickly, glancing around for any passersby who might see. “if this is a prank, get up now.” you stop in your tracks as he shakes his head once, pulling a box from his pocket. “charles–”

“y/n,” he interrupts you, a shaky grin on his face. your heart is beating out of your chest, so loud in your ears you think you're hearing things when he speaks again. “will you marry me?”

a small gasp leaves your lips, rendering you speechless as you stare down at your boyfriend, on one knee in front of you, the most gorgeous diamond glinting at you in the sun.

“y/n, please reply. i love you and i–” you start to laugh at his panicked words, seeing him become unstable in his position.

“oh my god, cha,” you're giggling uncontrollably now, “get up. of course i'll marry you!”

“oh, thank god.” he sighs, the grin now back on his face. “you scared me, ma belle.” he slides the ring onto your finger before kissing your lips as if he'd never get to kiss you again.

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[jinkookspencil]

Hey, one with jk, he attends a red carpet and saw for the first time to his idol ( this world wide famous singer) and starts fanboying her, and they spend time together, and he asks for his number

i was surprised at how quickly i wrote this since my writing pace has been so incredibly slow and also since i’ve never written idol!jungkook like this before or idol!reader. now i keep resisting the urge to hold it in my drafts and add to it and make it longer >.< i feel like i might be able to maybe continue it?? but idk. thank you sm for requesting, anon!! i hope you like it!

<3

she’s here? | jjk

jungkook arrives at another tedious brand event… only to see his celebrity crush

wc: ~1.8k

tags: idol!jungkook x idol!reader (afab reader) / fluff / one-shot / first meeting / clean except swearing / featuring: kim mingyu of seventeen / mentions: IU and cha eunwoo of astro

The flashing lights appeared before the car had even come to a full stop, and Jungkook was bored already. Sat fiddling with his styled outfit and brand-gifted jewelry, as he began to hear distant yells of his name, he wondered how soon he could leave the event. It wasn’t personal, just another tedious event.

“It’s good you decided to come here,” his manager, Do-yun, says beside him as if reading his thoughts. “It’s been a while since you made a public appearance, you’re contracted to show off your brand ambassadorship and promote the jewelry, and most of all, your album is coming up. This’ll be good.”

“Mhmm,” Jungkook murmurs, ready to disassociate for the next couple of hours while putting on his best smile. All he wanted at that moment was samgyeopsal, karaoke, and beers with Mingyu and Eunwoo… but duty calls. “Is Mingyu going to be here?”

“The PLEDIS team hasn’t answered my text,” Do-yun says. “You’re up.”

The van’s jet-black door slides open and Jungkook is almost immediately blinded by the lights of the cameras going off right in front of him. He’d forgotten just how bright they could be, but thankfully remembered his failsafe sensory-overload tactic: covering up his face with his hands. It was the only way Jungkook could cope, and for once, he thanked his youthful appearance and reputation for making him seem adorable above all else. He adjusts soon enough, as always, strutting down the carpet and showing off his charm, outfit, and accessories. He was able to pick up on one or two of the paparazzi and press’ requests, showing off a finger-heart pose and playfully touching his abs over his outfit, but in an instant, their loud voices fade, and time slows. He can’t hear anything. He can’t see anything… but the beautiful smile he's started to dream of, right behind the clear double doors of the event. Was that really….

“Jungkook!”

He hears that - a call right beside his ears coming from the familiar, booming voice of his own manager, now grabbing his elbow. “Snap out of it. You’re supposed to be in by now.”

Looking around, Jungkook realizes he’d been holding up a line, with a dozen other celebrities waiting for his moment to be over, while the paparazzi continued to cheer, capture, and fawn over him, eating up his ‘adorable spacing out moment.’

“I apologize!” Jungkook smiles, bowing to the celebrities beside him as well as the hundreds of photographers ahead of him, his heart racing as Do-yun and his security team lead him to the double doors. When they’re pulled open, his bubbling anticipation subsides, for rather than the heavenly hallucination he must've had, he sees Mingyu standing before him.

“Gyu!” Jungkook yelps, hugging his best friend, who greets him with the same enthusiasm. “Samgyeopsal and karaoke afterwards?”

“Please, sunbaenim,” Mingyu giggles quietly. “I’m bored out of my fucking mind. I’ve been here for an hour already.”

Unable to wait even a minute, Jungkook brings in both his manager and his best friend into a huddle. “Hey, am I dreaming, or was that _____ I saw in here?”

“She is here, simp,” Mingyu smiles, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively before sticking out his tongue between his teeth.

“Do-yun, you didn’t tell me she would be here tonight,” Jungkook says in a panic.

“I didn’t know. Seems she decided at the last minute, just like you did.”

“Soulmates,” Jungkook whispers under his breath, ignoring the two men rolling their eyes before him. “This is fate. We keep missing each other at these things…. I have to meet her.”

“I’ll make it happen, Kook-ah,” Mingyu smirks, expecting the light shove Jungkook gives him afterward. “For you, I promise. You know we don’t have the same taste in girls. Do-yun, do you know that I never even crushed on IU?”

“You fucking idiot - you know you’re the only idol who hasn’t, right?” Jungkook says. “Anyways, IU was a boyhood crush. This…. she… she’s even better.”

“Oh, shit. Do-yun-nim. This is serious. We need to do something.”

“I don’t know where your team is, Kim Mingyu, but I’m dragging the both of you to meet everyone you actually have to meet here. Then, sit in a corner and chat about pork or singalongs, or mingle with safe people. Men - or female staff only. You know the drill,” Do-yun says sternly. “Best to stay safe even though you don’t really have to worry about sneaky photos - security is tight, and they took all our phones. The only people with their phones are idols and brand ambassadors such as yourselves. Got it?”

The boys nod reluctantly. “Now we know why he keeps missing her at these things,” Mingyu scoffs, and at that, Do-yun quickly places a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“I’ll make it happen, Jungkook-ssi.”

+

It’d been close to an hour since Do-yun scurried away and mere minutes since Mingyu silently left Jungkook to fend for himself and wish his other members had been invited. He was so used to being glued to his hyungs at the hip, and now he found himself scanning the crowded room for a familiar face.

“Jungkook!” Mingyu’s familiar voice boomed, and Jungkook finds his best friend farther than he’d expected, close to the other side of the room with a wide smirk on his face. Knowing his friend was just as menacing as he was sweet, Jungkook made his way there without any thoughts…

"For your own benefit, I took a page from your book and stopped waiting around for the company’s approval... You're my bad influence, so you are my first bad idea. Thank me or scold me later."

One can never be sure when it comes to Mingyu, so Jungkook nods and allows his friend to grab him by the hand…. silently leading him through the crowded room... to you.

"Do-yun-nim was taking too long. Found her much hotter friend first, and ta-da,” Mingyu quickly whispers into his ear.

In a moment of panic, Jungkook’s idol-wired brain took over, quickly scanning the room for any warning signs - untrustworthy staff or sketchy fellow idols, hidden cameras. It seemed… safe. It was just an innocent meeting, tucked away in a corner of the room… No biggie.

“BTS Jungkook…”

Jungkook couldn’t believe it. Your voice was as sweet as it was in your interviews… But you were far, far more beautiful in real life.

“____!” he cheers. “It’s really nice to meet you.”

“Me? Coming from BTS’ Jeon Jungkook, wah, I guess I’ve made it then.”

Holy shit, how do you blush so adorably?

“You have made it,” Jungkook says, “And with your own blood, sweat, and tears, too. It’s insanely admirable.”

“You flatter me too much. You paved the way! I hope to one day get to the level where I can quote my own songs too.”

“That… was unintentional,” Jungkook blushes, regretting his choice of words. “But your lyrics are… some of the most beautiful I’ve come across in all my years as an idol. Your latest single brought me to tears.”

“It’s true. It was embarrassing,” Mingyu confirms, ignoring Jungkook’s glare.

“Oh, no, that touches my heart. It makes me feel like an honest artist and a bit proud, actually - not that I made you cry! But that my experience translated into the song like that… I cried every second I worked on the song, actually.”

“Oh no. I hope you never cry a day in your life, _____,” Jungkook blurts. “Don’t get hurt, please.”

“Thank you, Jungkook,” you say with a heartwarming giggle. “I have to, though, don’t I? I’ll take care of my health, but I have to live. To live is to cry every now and then.”

“That’s true. Namjoon-hyung says that too - you know he’s the main songwriter in our group, right?”

“Of course.”

“Beautiful lyrics can only come from beautiful people.”

In a failed attempt to hide his scoff, Mingyu scurries off. “Simp," he quickly mutters under his breath. "I’ll go find your friend, ____.”

“Kim Mingyu, treat her well!” you call out with a ferocity that ignites another fire in Jungkook’s heart.

“Jungkook-ssi…. Maybe we can write together sometime?”

“I’m not really a writer,” Jungkook says, not knowing the reason why. A failed display of honesty, perhaps? He has written in the past, of course, for both his own discography as well as BTS’…. A surge of regret floods his system in a second.

“You’re a beautiful person, Jungkook, so by your logic, you must be able to write some beautiful lyrics as well.”

Stunned, Jungkook is unable to respond. Did you just call him beautiful?

“You really are as cute as they say… as cute as I imagined,” you smile. “What do you say?”

Jungkook nods, happily giving you his phone when you ask for it before typing in his number in yours.

“So I can call you?” Jungkook asks, brushing his hair away from his face.

“I hope you do.”

You turn your back, ready to make your way back into the event and probably find your friend, but the moment you’d turned your back, Jungkook realizes he hadn’t said enough.

“____?” It takes another moment for Jungkook to muster up the courage to go on once he sees your face again, so he spills out his words the moment they come to him. “I just want to tell you that I… I really respect you as an artist. I always have, and I always will. I can’t say the same for so many of our peers these days, unfortunately, so I felt like I needed to say that.”

“I...... I needed to hear that more than anything else, Jungkook-ssi... Thank you,” you say quietly.

“Thank you," you repeat in a whisper. “I’m also thanking whatever force or higher power made you say that just now.”

“I mean it myself, though,” Jungkook reiterates.

“I know, but it feels like fate that you’d told me that tonight. I’ll tell you the story one day - why I so badly needed to hear that tonight.”

Jungkook nods, exhaling in an effort to hide his astonishment as you walk away in a rush, hiding whatever emotion you were feeling too.

One day.

He’ll hold you - and fate - up to that.

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[muwapsturniolo]

✯Chris dating a black girl ✯

-he would be so lost but in love

-he gets whiplash with how much you change your hair (different colored wigs, different braids, etc)

-“wasn’t your hair just blue yesterday?”

-would try and run his finger through your hair and would be scared when his hand gets stuck

-he tries to put on all your bonnets

-“why the fuck do you have so many?” “Mind the business that minds you Christoper”

-LOVES THE GLOSSED LIPS (he loves the brown lipliner combo🤭)

-buys you lipgloss from a store but gets confused when you tell him it’s the wrong one.

-“it’s lipgloss how is it wrong?”

-introducing the beauty supply✨

-he’s amazed by everything in the store and keeps trying to touch everything

-“stop touchin! My momma would have popped you by now!”

-tries to convince you to let him get a durag

-“chris baby, let’s not have you get canceled.”

-gets scared by the mannequins

-he gets stuck reading all the perfume oil names (his favorite is ‘lick me all over’)

-“you lost baby?”

-he gets scared when a auntie speaks to him but he feels warm at the pet name.

-“no?”

-stays by your side for the rest of the trip

-blushes when the aunties hype him up for paying for all your stuff.

-if you’re close with your fam, he loves going over.

-“is your mom making her peach cobbler!?”

-plays fornite with your brothers

-listens to your sister complain about their boyfriends

-if you’re not close with your fam (like me) he will listen to you complain.

-“my auntie need her shit rocked for real! I’m tired of her ass!”

-“that’s why her kids got taken. She can’t keep a man and she can’t keep her kids!” Chris chokes on his drink.

-his first cookout he was mad confused when your mom (or whoever) told him to only bring the paper plates.

-“I was going to bring cookies!”

-“bring the paper plates, ion have time to back up your cookies Chris.”

-almost cries when he doesn’t see Pepsi in the cooler and sees RC.

-looks at you aunt/grandma crazy when they demand you to make his plate first.

-“look at him! He don’t have no meat on his bones! You be starving him y/n!?” “Ion even live with him!” “A damn shame, come on baby let’s get you a plate!”

-he fucks up the food! He had three plates

-“he fuckin that shit UP!” Your cousins try to clown him.

-nervously laughs and nods along to your uncles talking about getting girls and dominos (old head shit)

-your cousin offer him to take a walk with them and he says yes but then you gotta snatch him up and tell him what that means.

-he definitely embarrasses you trying to dance.

-“I told you to only get up to the cha cha slide!”

-“I wanted to dance!”

- takes home four plates

Lemme know if yall want more of these!!!

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[clementine-thedestroyer]

Kinktober day 25/16: Cockwarming + gags - Ghost x reader

Warning/tags: Fem!reader, oral sex, ring gags, sun space, cockwarming, light bondage, a bit of drool mentioned. Pretty soft.

Genuinely embarrassing that I’m still posting Kinktober stuff.

Ghost had you on your knees, under his desk, completely naked with your arms wrenched painfully behind you, and a downright mean gag keeping your mouth held wide open.

But of course, he wasn’t even looking at you. He had his attention focused solely on whatever the hell he was working on above you- but the worst part was the lack of touch. There was no comforting hand cupping the back of your head, no fingers running through your hair, he wasn’t even holding you down on his cock- you were simply expected to stay.

You had cockwarmed him before, and you had enjoyed it. But now? Your presence wasn’t even being acknowledged, no matter how well you sat for him, no matter how long you drooled around his cock, not a single praise or hint of affection came to you. You simply were left with your chin resting on the edge of Ghost’s seat and his cock sitting heavy in your mouth.

There was nothing to do. You couldn’t even properly suck or lick at his cock because of the gag- a large metal ring with a tongue depressor that left your mouth as little more than a warm, wet hole for him to stick his cock in. Hell, your mouth was hardly even around him, it was more that his cock was laying on your tongue as you drooled around him.

Any squirming was met with warning glares, and any whines or whimpers were simply ignored. You were left with nothing to do but slip deeper into that hazy head space where nothing existed besides you, Ghost, and being good.

At some point, he pulls you off his cock, tilting your head up to look at him as he squishes your cheeks and chuckles.

“Bit drooly there, aren’t cha’, love?” He says, taking the opportunity to tilt your head down and laugh as the spit and pre-cum that had gathered in your mouth spills out onto the towel he’d placed down to protect his desk chair.

Humiliation burned through your veins. A pitiful noise filled your ears, and it took you a moment to realize that you were the one making it. Ghost only laughs at the sound, threading his fingers through your hair and scratching soothingly at the base of your scalp.

The calming gesture catches you off guard, but you’re immediately melting into the touch like butter over warm bread. You feel his fingers move from your scalp to the latch of the gag behind your head, making sure to move your hair out of the way to keep it from getting snagged as he releases the clasp. After undoing the latch, he tilts your head up and worms two thick fingers past the ring gag to ease it free.

Once the gag is out, he takes you by the jaw and gently rubs at the sides of your face, massaging gently at the soft tissue like one would scratch a dog’s cheeks as he eases your jaw back closed. You relax further into his touch, letting your eyes close and whimpering slightly at the ache of closing your mouth after having it held open for what must’ve been at least an hour.

“Ready to be done?” Ghost whispers, offering you an out before he continues. Usually, you wouldn’t get a check. Ghost would trust you to safeword if you needed, but you must seem out of it enough for him to ask for confirmation.

You give him a small nod in response- the effort slightly hindered by the hands holding your face.

Your nod doesn’t seem to fully convince Ghost, as when he lowers your head back down to rest between his legs on the edge of the seat, he doesn’t guide your mouth back to his cock. Instead, he lays it against the inside of his thigh so you’re looking towards his dick.

“You’ve done enough for tonight, love. Just let me see you for now.” Ghost murmurs. One of his hands cups the back of your head while the other wraps around his spit slicked cock, sliding easily from the base to the tip with how wet it was.

Hazily and with half lidded eyes, you watch Ghost stroke his cock to the sight of you. With how close you are, you can see every vein, ridge, and crinkle of his hand and dick, and you can hear every caught breath and wet noise emanating from his actions.

For a moment, you simply watch- spit still leaking out of your mouth and soaking into the towel below you in your dazed state- until you’re struck by the urge to continue your earlier work. You start to press sloppy, open mouthed kisses to the shaft of Ghost’s cock, sucking and licking lazily at the flushed skin.

A pleased, prideful warmth spreads through you at the cut-off grunt and increase in pace Ghost makes at your actions, and it isn’t long before the hand in your hair tightens and presses you closer to his cock. You respond eagerly, continuing your actions as you slowly drag your gaze upwards towards Ghost.

Ghost’s eyes meet yours and a long, deep groan reverberates through his chest as he juts his hips forward and spills his cum over your exposed skin.

Warm cum pools over your shoulder and the base of your neck as Ghost sits above you, breathing heavily through the fabric of his mask and slowly loosening his grip on your hair.

Once he catches his breath, he lifts you up- a hand under each of your armpits as he pulls you into his lap. Strong arms wrap around you as a deep voice rumbles against your skull, muttering soothing praises and loving reassurances at your performance.

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