#It was just a matter of time until the corruption going on with the members was just way too obvious!!

[cardentist]

"yes trans mascs experience transphobia, but there's no such thing as trans mascs experiencing bigotry Specifically Related to them being men/from being related to men"

my mom, after some time sorting her feelings and sifting through trans resources, was accepting of my being a trans person. it took work, but it happened. she sought out trans media from trans people, she took initiative to inform other family members and put herself between me and them.

and she completely refused to even start the process of Maybe getting me on testosterone for 10 years, until I aged out of being covered by her health insurance and couldn't afford to do it myself.

Specifically And Entirely because she was terrified that testosterone was going to make me an angry, violent person. that it was going to, in her own word, "give me roid rage."

for years she made vague pantomimes about eventually seeing about transitioning, but That reasoning would still come up no matter how I tried to explain it to her otherwise.

I am not a particularly violent person, if maybe stubborn. but that didn't matter. what Mattered is that my mother had a preconceived notion of what testosterone does, what Masculinity Does, and that notion was an inherently negative, scary one.

and Because Of That I was denied access to resources That I Need for Years. something that has carried over into the rest of my adult life.

and I see sentiments like hers online, even and sometimes Especially in trans spaces, all the time.

this vision of men as inherently violent, of masculinity as inherently dangerous, and the onus placed in the laps of Trans Men (and often, on Trans Boys) to diminish and shrink themselves to Prove that they're non-threatening enough to be tolerated.

and it bares pointing out that this Isn't just something that affects trans men. trans Women are just as affected by this association with maleness as an inherently corrupting factor. and so to are butch women and nonbinary people presented as violent and scary.

likewise, I see Similar sentiments pushed at butches and trans mascs that it's their job to Protect other people within the queer community, that image of violence and anger filtered through a softer light designating their Use. you're Allowed to be a Scary Masculine Creature as long as you dedicate yourself to protecting the weaker frailer other (which is, you know. Sexist And Weird).

but it's like. people don't Want to think about different kinds of trans and gnc people having overlapping experiences, so instead people like to decide which Kind of people are allowed to have this experience and cut other sorts of people out of those conversations.

it's not about what a particular person's gender or presentation Is, it's how that person Is Perceived and the way that they're treated Because Of that perception. sometimes this transphobia that fears masculinity looks like a perception of scary men trying to pretend to be women, sometimes it looks like a perception of women Becoming scary men, and everything that lies in between (with combinations therein).

finding a term that is used to describe this is Useful not just for giving trans mascs a way to talk about their experiences without encroaching on other conversations about transness. but Also in giving us words to describe a specific phenomenon that Can affect All trans people (and gnc people, and genderqueer people, etc), but that is difficult for us to recognize as a shared experience because people seem to think that sharing experiences is either impossible or a bad thing.

#discourse #trans unity #queer unity #transphobia #transandrophobia #or #antimasculism #if you prefer

[panakina]

I don’t think red hood jason todd works as a permanent and local member of the batfamily, i think DC are sleeping on something so much more fun they could be doing.

Red Hood as a character is in conversation with comics status quo. His whole being in UtRH is railing against the norm of batman comics, arkham’s revolving door, batman’s eternal crusade, the endless rolling tragedies nobody is prepared to put a final stop to.

When batman was first invented the creators were hesitant to have reoccurring villains out of fear it made batman look incompetent. Joker was supposed to die on his first appearance. And they were right, by this point its farcical (both in universe and out).

So you’ve got Jason Todd, now billed as the character who will do what Batman can’t. Fine, good, someone should. But they’ve made him part of the status quo, as much a slave to the reoccuring nature of comics as batman. It defangs him, and leaves only talk. He’s just as incompetent and ineffectual as the guy he’s railing against, only worse because this is Batman’s power fantasy and he’s relegated to the role of rebellious son.

Heres what i propose: Jason shouldn’t be in gotham 95% of the time. He should be busy off screen (fighting whoever it is the All-Caste hate, or smuggling supplies to people trapped in war zones, or gutting human trafficking rings across the globe, doesn’t really matter.) then, every now and again he should swing back to gotham and do something catastrophic, game changing, and irrevocable, only to immediately fuck back off again.

A Jason who lives up to the mantle of Doing What Needs To Be Done No Matter The Cost needs to function like a hurricane. He blows into town, destroys some stuff, and then leaves the residents to figure out how to rebuild with what’s left. Maybe he blows up Arkham. Maybe he assassinates a corrupt judge. Maybe he exposes a WE shareholder who was siphoning funds from the martha and thomas wayne foundation. Maybe he shoots joker in the head.

That way DC gets a Suddenly, New Problem! Button to push when things are getting stale, it lets us keep the tense and complicated family dynamics without getting too chummy, and it lets Jason be a gleeful little menace which is really where he does his best work.

In order for this to work three things are mandatory:

1. Nobody knows what he’s going to do until he’s done it.

2. The bats are always left stuck with the mess he’s made.

3. Joker hates it from the bottom of his wretched little heart.

#jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfam #Gotham War was really my breaking point #you can’t just call him the one who gets the job done #but never actually let him get anything done

[narcissistshandler]

Can you do Hobie × sub religious male reader with a corruption kink ? Where it's like such a ego boost for him to be one who breaks down a good two shoes

𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗘

pairing. hobie brown x male reader

warnings. sub reader, handjob, anal sex, bottom!hobie, top!reader, religion, religious guilt, thinking about sin, insinuated homosexuality as sin, hell, etc, proceed with caution if christian religion is a sensitive subject for you.

a/n. Sorry for the delay in posting, my anxiety is killing me and I think this work will be a little disappointing for you

"Should I turn on the lights?"

"No, please no." Your breathy voice pleaded him and Hobie could only imagine what your face looked like in the darkness of the room. Were you blushing? Were your eyes closed as you pretended the fingers around your cock belonged to a woman, even with the calluses and hard skin? Were you wallowing in guilt or was pleasure all you could think about? What was going through your mind?

He desperately wanted to get inside your head and read your every thought.

"No? And how will I be able to see your face when I ride your cock?"

You sucked in a shaky breath through your teeth, cock twitching in Hobie's hand, murmuring, pleading, "Hobie." It was that simple to mess with you. A few dirty words, touches, like he knew no one had ever touched you before, and some profanity and soon, you'd be begging for him, proclaiming his name with the same need you called out for God. And when that happened it was always hard to pretend that the whole twisted situation didn't affect him as much as it actually did.

Hobie tightened his fingers around your cock, feeling how it pulsed, how each pull had you making quiet, self-conscious sounds, hips trying to rise for more contact despite the free hand pressing there and Hobie's weight on your legs made the task difficult. Your own fingers dug into Hobie's legs, nails digging in painfully. You wanted him so bad, you were eager for it, he know, you always were, no matter how many times you did it.

"Are you going to beg for it?" he teased, smiling where you couldn’t see.

"I-I need to?"

His thumb rubbed a tight circle over the bulbous head, eliciting a sound from the back of your throat; it wasn't a gentle touch, it was meant to hurt. Hobie loved the control he had over you. Maybe what you feared was true and he was a temptation sent by Satan to lead you astray, because Hobie truly loved knowing that no guilt and no fear of going to hell kept you from returning to his arms, night after night.

"P-please, Hobie," you asked, begged like a good, good boy. "Please... s-sit on my cock."

Hobie's laugh echoed through the dark room, the doors locked at your insistence, despite you both knowing that whoever you wanted to keep out of the room couldn't be stopped by mundane locks. Hobie's amusement might sound mean, but considering how your cock leaked into his hand, it didn't seem like it affected you much.

He stood up, eyes searching the shadows for the familiar lines of your face, to make sure your eyes were open and all your attention was on him. Keeping your member steady at the base, Hobie hovered over you, pointed knees spread across your sides, thighs flexing as he lowered himself until he felt the fat tip briefly grip the edge before sliding easily inside, stretching him like only you could.

A muscle in Hobie's thigh jumped, the skin warming with the familiar feeling of fullness. Your hands flew to his hips, making a choked moaning sound that made it seem like you was holding back to just not come right away.

"Oh, God, that feels good," Hobie moaned, rocking back and forth, taking his time, just enjoying how good it felt inside him. He had prepared himself for you, as he always did and yet, the shock that shot up his spine with the burn of the stretch threatened to bring him to an early orgasm.

You suddenly stood up, almost knocking Hobie off of you and slapped your mouths together. Eager to shut him up, so you wouldn't have to hear that name and remember your sins, sins you didn't regret. Hobie knew, he understood, but at least now you were looking at him, attention descending from his slender form, no breasts, no curves, his hard cock against your stomach and the place between his legs swallowing you whole. Not a woman on top of you and now, there was no way to pretend otherwise.

Your lips left his and moved down his neck at the same time Hobie put his feet on the mattress and began to move, moving up and down on your dick. Your mouth moved over his sweaty brown skin and in his pleasure-fogged mind, it wouldn't be until later when you left the bed still warm from the orgasm and once again lied that this would be the last time, that Hobie would understand the words you were repeating between sighs and moans.

Father, forgive me, for I have sinned.

Hobie would also remember then, that he couldn't hear a single drop of regret in your tone.

#x male reader #x top reader #x male top reader #x top male reader #across the spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse x male reader #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown x reader #atsv x male reader #atsv x y/n #atsv smut #atsv x reader

[acre-of-wheat]

Since there’s an 85% chance I’m thinking about Willow at any given time, I have some more Willow thoughts.

Mainly, why does no one check in with Kit about her brother?

I know that the purpose of The Quest shifts with the discovery of Elora, but it's still ostensibly about saving Airk, and his twin is right there, consumed with worry and guilt about the whole thing, and every time she expresses it she's treated like she's throwing a tantrum.

The Gales

There's tremendous guilt here, where Kit has said something rash and now regrets it, a common theme for her. The apology here is fascinating, because what exactly is she apologizing for? Not protecting her brother? Not being the one taken? Not cherishing her family enough? For behaving badly? Whatever it is, it hurts the heart.

The High Aldwin

As soon as Kit sees the clusterfuck that is the finger test and watches Elora "fail" it, she's out the door, insistent on continuing The Quest because now that Willow has given them a direction she won't let anything stop her. She'll go alone if she has to.

The rest of the party catches up (Kit didn't really want to go alone, or at least not without Jade) and suddenly they have an extremely slow wagon and they've added several members to the party and are taking breaks in the middle of the day for magic lessons-- all things that will slow them down considerably.

As an aside, because this could really be its own whole post, I feel like one of the roots of disconnect between Kit and Jade is that Jade has never taken Kit seriously. Not as a swordsman or adventurer, not as a princess or leader, not even as a real potential love interest. It's not until the edge of the Shattered Sea where Jade finally tells Kit that she'll trust Kit's judgment and doesn't drag her away from the waterfall jump that she learns to have faith. If part of Kit's journey is about learning to believe in Elora, part of Jade's journey is learning to believe in Kit.

The Whispers of Nockmaar

With the knowledge they have at the time, Kit makes the realistic call about Graydon, one that Jade and Boorman agree with (of course not in the moment, don't get me started on that...) and her reasoning remains her brother-- they don't have time to wait for Graydon to turn, to keep him chained up and drag him with, and to inevitably get shanked by him. They've just watched several allies be killed by possessed people, and so far Willow hasn't given them any reason to hope that it can be reversed.

Even with Willow's dodgy faith in the purgation ritual, Kit does throw herself into the process. Then they get partway through and start to hear Airk's voice and Kit loses it.

She fully books it out of the throne room, because this is legit awful.

When Elora goes out to the hallway after her own emotional moment, the two share an aggressive greeting that Kit immediately backs off from.

It should be mentioned that the conversation shifts to Elora's fears about things, and Kit is about to tell her about the eckleberry bush before Elora bounces.

Beyond the Shattered Sea

There's a lot going on in this episode, internally with Kit and externally in her relationship with Elora. They hear the old paladin of Cashmere's story about wandering the Shattered Sea for years and eventually murdering all his companions and Elora says that it doesn't matter, they'll find the city. To Kit this must look like more baseless faith-- faith she hasn't yet learned to have in Elora.

She's just lost her dad again, lost a substitute father figure, the other father figure she has on The Quest has betrayed her trust, and she's desperate to not lose Airk too. She is still deeply conscious of how little time they have, how little time her twin has.

It should be mentioned that they are too late when they reach the Immemorial City! Airk has been corrupted, Kit might have needed to kill him in order to save Elora, they did fail in a meaningful way!

I know we're limited by episode length, and how everyone in the party is perpetually semi-annoyed by Kit, but Kit actually checks in with the party quite a bit! She has a moment with Graydon where she apologizes and gets to know him, she checks in with Jade after Ballantine's death, asks Jade how she's feeling about the whole Bone Reaver family thing, she has three conversations with Elora where the focus is on giving her confidence in herself, she checks in on Willow's emotional health for god's sake.

I just desperately wanted someone to pull this kid aside and say "hey, you good?"

Because she's definitely not.

#willow #kit tanthalos #willow 2022 #jade claymore #elora danan #airk tanthalos #jade i LOVE you #but sometimes i want to shake you #insert 'i have done nothing wrong ever in my life' meme for kit #tanthamore

[moonchild1]

AO3 List PT.2

here's part 2 of my favourite bts fics on ao3 ♡ if you have any of your own recommendations feel free to tell me I would love to hear them ♡ some contain smut so no minors do not interact find pt. 1 here...

s- smut a- angst f- fluff

all of btssmutgalore’s work (sadly they aren’t on tumblr anymore)

all of univsa work

all of personasintro's work

roommates with benefits by joonswhistle f s a

↬ You and Namjoon are roommates. You're both really horny one morning. So you come to an understanding:

1. It's not a regular thing.

2. It happens on the couch.

3. Kissing is allowed.

4. Condoms, always.And just like that, you're roommates with benefits

seoul underground by hunniejimins s a ft. jungkook

↬ You're a crime & corruption journalist for one of the most esteemed newspapers in Seoul currently investigating drug trafficking in Hong Kong. A hit is taken out on you and as a twisted stroke of luck, a member of a rival gang inadvertently saves you - Jeon Jungkook. He kidnaps you and brings you to the gang's kingpin, Kim Namjoon, who initially had plans to kill you, but a certain bracelet ends up buying you time. Things only get further complicated when they realize who you are and what you can offer them.

OR

Namjoon and Jungkook both fall in love with you and it's a mess, but monogamy is overrated anyway, right?

Covenant by fringesofsanity f s a

↬ You are betrothed to Kim Namjoon, the heir of a real estate mogul. To say that it was a fairytale romance would be erroneous. You’re instead loped in the sad tale of the rich and melancholy.

Faith by AndrastesChosen f s a

↬ It's time to let yourself believe in someone. You're probably an idiot for it, but you're going to put your faith in this man named Namjoon. (AKA You fall in love with underground rapper Namjoon and make a difficult choice so he can follow his dreams)

Partners by btssmutgalore f s a

↬ As a part of a literature assignment, you get paired up with Kim Namjoon, a guy you’ve never even heard of.

the wedding arrangement by sugalights f s a

↬ You are in love with your best friend, the only man who matters, Kim Seokjin. Unfortunately, he's just gotten engaged to someone who isn’t you. Even more unfortunately, he expects you to help plan the wedding alongside Kim Namjoon, his other best friend and, based on your first meeting, just another judgemental jerk. Putting aside your distaste for the sake of your friend’s happiness, you both set about giving Seokjin the wedding of his dreams. Following a rough and satisfying affair at the caterer’s, you strike an unusual deal: you and Namjoon will be enemies with benefits until the wedding is over. And after six months of wedding planning, you both just might learn that weddings aren’t usually the end, but a brand new beginning.

formula for love by bluesxde f s a

↬ newly single and in the midst of a bitter divorce, with a custody battle thrown in, chemistry professor kim seokjin tries not to fall in love with the new library assistant. and fails, horribly

The Stranger by btssmutgalore f s a

↬ When your plane hits turbulence, you start panicking and tell some of your biggest secrets to the attractive stranger sitting next to you.

Before Your Very Eyes by vyduan f s a ft. myg poly au

↬ After decades of being friends, Y/N finally realizes just how attractive Yoongi and Seokjin are and wonders why she never noticed. Except, Seokjin might be getting back with an ex and Yoongi is a permanent fuckboy. Is Y/N just desperate to get laid or does she love them? (And if she loves them, is she too late?) Oh, and also, THEY WERE ROOMMATES (but there are three beds)

Amalthea by Daechwitatamic s a

↬ You can count on two things in life. One: that your lifelong best friend Minji will always be there for you, in your corner, your brightest star. Two: that you'll never be free from her older brother Seokjin's orbit - the gravitational pull is just too strong.

Paris For A Day by automnesleaves f a

↬ On his last stop of his European tour to spread Korean culture, Kim Seokjin, the South Korean president's son, plans to escape his duties for a day to enjoy the sights of Paris with your help.

In other words: a slight adaptation of Roman Holiday, one of my favorite romantic films.

arranged by obiwrites f s a

↬ If you thought entering an arranged marriage with the person you love would be a dream, you were in for a rude awakening. Jung Hoseok was far from the doting husband you’d dreamed of and most of it could be chalked up to the fact that he was in love with his best friend. And you are without a shadow of a doubt, not her. But what happens when Hoseok starts to realize he doesn’t want you to be her? That there might be more than meets the eye with you?

piece by piece by underthejoon f s a ft seokjin

↬ a collection of drabbles where your love life is muddied up by two men – the one you love and the one that loves you.

tip 143 (for ∞ seconds of love) by minlouvre f s

↬ Even though he is everything you find attractive in a man, your friend and co-worker Jung Hoseok is just exactly that - a friend and co-worker. For some reason, you have never found yourself attracted to him even though all the girls and guys around you go absolutely crazy for him. But that all changes for you one night while scrolling through Heart2Heart, a sex live cam website...

the december of our adulthood by vyduan a

↬ Jimin collapsed all over you and the middle console from his seat in a fit of giggles and did his best to tease a smile back onto your face. “Thanks for picking me up so early on a Saturday morning, Y/N. You’re the best friend a guy could ever have.” Even after all these years, you couldn’t control the dip of disappointment at his words. It wasn’t that you didn’t love being Jimin’s best friend. It was more that you knew you would never be anything more. You grunted in acknowledgment and pushed the sadness down, burying it under years of practice and half truths. You would be content with what you had. You would be satisfied with the love Jimin was willing and able to give. You were not entitled to anything more. It was enough. It was enough. It was never enough.

#kiki!fic!rec #bts ao3 #bts ao3 recs #jimin ao3 recs #namjoon ao3 recs #hoseok ao3 recs #seokjin ao3 recs #seokjin #namjoon #hoseok #jimin

[yanderes-galore]

Could I request platonic headcanons for chucky with a relative from when he was alive? You can choose whether it be a sibling, a cousin, a niece/nephew, child ect

Sure! I can try my best :) If something is wrong, my bad! Somehow the formatting was weird so if something seems missing, that might be it. For some reason a section is just... gone on my Docs?

Yandere! Platonic! Chucky with Relative! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Gore, Blood, Mass murder, Death, Rituals, Kidnapping implied, Manipulation, Dark themes, Forced companionship.

I want to say this gives him pause, honestly.

He most likely hasn't seen you in years so you're older no matter how you're related.

Plus… last time he saw you he wasn't a doll?

According to the Wiki, at least in the TV series (I've only seen Child's Play 1-3 so this may be wrong), he helped kill his own parents/relatives.

He probably isn't aware you are related to him at first.

He'd have to come across the information then go and find you or hear it from you as he stalks you.

At first he plans to make you a victim.

With a bloodlust as high as his it's a possibility.

Although… Then he gets to thinking.

He could just corrupt you instead!

Then you'll be part of his new family.

By the climax of his obsession he'd probably make you a doll.

Then you'll fit in.

Although, until then, he stalks you and maybe even picks off those around you.

Started a new family? Not for long.

Did you forget about him? Your long lost relative?

Well, he'll give you a reminder.

A bloody reminder when it comes to him.

You have no idea your life is about to get ruined until Chucky acts.

He's patient with you, waiting for the right moment.

He wasn't expecting it but he may be a little upset that you have a new family.

After the Slasher incident/his life of crime did you just… ignore that part of your life?

He really just means nothing to you, huh?

Then that makes him a bit irritated….

Oh, don't worry…

He'll just have to drag you back.

You'll recall your past… you'll give into it.

You just need a wake up call.

Which is then what leads to your new family, your new home, crumbling down.

You will wake up one day to the smell of drying blood.

The walls are painted in the stuff, gore is spread on your floor.

But there's Chucky at the foot of your bed… grinning.

He's covered in blood, your sheets are too, but he just seems so damn proud of himself.

“Forgot about me, did ya?”

You can scream, you can cry, that won't change what's been done.

Chucky uses this traumatic event to mold your mind.

After all, events like this can break a person.

Which allows Chucky to puppeteer you into doing what he wants.

He'll make you follow through with the doll ritual, he'll make you a killer…

After all, isn't it the family hobby?

He'll tell you this is what you were meant to do.

You're related after all, aren't you?

So welcome to your new (old?) family….

Chucky is no doubt still protective of you as a family member when he makes you a doll.

He won't let you die.

Even if you do… he'll bring you back.

He's done it countless times.

You'll get used to it.

He just knows you'll fit right in… after all you don't really have a choice.

Where else do you have to go?

You just have Chucky as your family now…

This is all you know now.

#yandere slashers #yandere slasher #yandere child's play #yandere chucky #yandere charles lee ray #platonic yandere

[mistypsych]

ANATOMY OF A CRIMINAL - CHAPTER 8

/ yoongi / suga / agust d /

summary: as a doctor you never expected to be dragged into “the criminal life”, nothing and no one seems to be true anymore, your whole world turns upside down after you save him.

pairings: yoongi mob boss x f.reader x non idol bts members.

warnings: smut, guns, knives, stabbings, blood, gore, murders, drugs, criminals, gang life, medical emergency, illness, abuse, swearing, angst, dubcon, gang violence, corruption, manipulation, lies, cheating - 18+ minors dni.

Note: Hi! This is an attempt of writing a fanfic long after not writing anything at all. Please keep in mind English is no longer my first language and it might be a bit rusty at times. Comments and thoughts are well appreciated. Don’t hesitate to ask questions, state your thoughts for me to post up and have me add you to the tag list!

Sorry it took me a while to post this chapter. It isn’t too long but I didn’t want to leave you all hanging without anything. I had a lot of things to handle - family visit threw the holidays as well as I met someone and got into a relationship - first time since a couple years. Work has also been busy so I hope you guys will forgive my absence! I will try and post more frequently now! Please comment. Your words always are motivating!

The dead toned beep of the ended phone call rang in your ears mercilessly. Taking a couple seconds to compose yourself after Yoongis brutal truth, you looked at the mirror and took in a deep, sharp breath. Shaking your head, you grabbed at the bridge of your nose. This was all getting chaotic and you did not like that fact at all.

You’ve always lead a quite composed life. Yes your work was complicated and very intense at times but outside of that you lead a peaceful life up until now. Up until you got dragged into this fucking mess by your best friend. Up until you found out your fiancé was a liar and cheater. Up until you screwed Agust-D, or should you say - it was more like he screwed you.

Walking into the hot shower you tried to get rid of all those invasive thoughts. Your brain kept playing scenes of the black eyed gangsters lips attacking all of your skin, all of those sensitive parts, all the places that mattered. Your hands wiped down your face as if trying to toss off all the images together with the water droplets. This was not going to be an easy task. Sleeping with the long haired brunette just made your already complicated situation even more messed up.

Once you were wiping your body off with the soft towel you let out yet again another frustrated sigh. Knowing you had to get out of the bathroom and face Hoseok angered you. All you wanted to do was punch him in the face and break his perfect little nose. The vision of having to keep this relationship going for the greater good and to put his ass behind bars wasn’t in any way ideal for you. But it had to be done. You knew in the long run this was they only thing that would make up for all the heartache he put you threw.

You let your still wet hair drop on your shoulders. Wrapping yourself up in a comfortable bathrobe you walked out hesitantly. The smell of freshly made breakfast, deliciously tickled your nostrils. Well at least he was good for some things - you muttered soundlessly to yourself.

Stepping in the kitchen you saw the cheater himself hovering over some pans, while humming some tune. You used to love this view, you used to watch him quietly with a big smile on your face. These gestured used to matter. Now all they did was poke a deep hole in your heart. You could not help but feel as if dead inside towards the one you thought you’d end up spending your life with.

As if on queue Hoseok turned to you with a plated meal and a sweet smile on his face.

“Sit love” he said with a hum while placing the dish on the table. You felt you stomach clench while you braved yourself to put on the best fake loving face you could. “Thanks… hun…” you said a bit hesitantly, what he picked up right away.

Sighing loudly he looked at you with sad eyes and said “Hey… I know lately it has been rough… and I work a lot… and I don’t give you the attention you deserve. But that will change soon babe, I promise…” he whispered while leaning down to kiss your temple.

It took all of your impulse control not to push away from him. Forcing yourself to take the kiss you said quietly “Yea… it has been rough…”. After your words fell, he gave you a worried look. Knowing you well he decided not to continue this topic. Instead he gave you another peck and told you to eat up while he makes coffee.

Your eyes turned to the back of his head as he brewed the caffeinated liquid. You wished you could burn a hole in his skull, purely by your gaze. Giving up on that ridiculous thought, you focused on your food. You had to eat. You had work this afternoon. You didn’t want to feel weak and tired. Work was about the only thing that still made sense in your life. All the rest seemed to be going down in flames.

Once your fiancé put a cup in front of you, you gladly grabbed at it. Keeping yourself occupied and your mouth full was the best option to avoid senseless talk. You were only willing to answer what you had planned for the day. You really didn’t want to force the conversation. Thankfully Hobi seemed to think all the tension was coming from his lack of time and his hectic work schedule. Who were you to correct him? Even if you wanted you couldn’t. You had a deal with Jimin. The vision of the cheating bastard in front of you, being set behind bars was the only thing that kept you sane.

When you finished up your meal, you decided to do the dishes. You didn’t want to seem too upset. It was a usual with the two of you. When one cooked the other took care of the dishes. The brainless action made you zone out. The bubbles on your hand felt oddly relaxing. As you were about to calm down from all the anger your felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist.

You took in a sharp breath and get tense right away. It was something you could not control. It was just a natural reaction of your body to the touch of someone who you saw as a traitor. “Are you that displeased with me?” he asked, his lips almost touching your ear. Anxiety was attacking your nerve system mercilessly. You had to swallow the big ball that formed in your throat before you spoke “It just had been very awkward between us… that’s all…”.

Shaking his head slightly he kept on hugging you “I know baby… and I wanna fix it… you know what they say… good sex can cure many arguments…” hearing those words you felt your stomach flip. The last thing you were feeling up to was going to bed with this asshole. But did you have much choice? This was your thing. You guys used to use the act of desire take over you when in disputes. You didn’t want to raise red flags and have him suspicious of your behavior. There was so much at stake.

An idea popped in your head. You could use the fact he clearly wanted to sway you, please you. This was your way to get threw this. Turning around slowly you gave him a dark smile. Your brain automatically switching to imagine someone else was standing in front of you. “Is that so? You want to fix the situation?” you asked with a deeper voice and he nodded in agreement.

“Then get on your knees and please me. Since you didn’t have time to give me attention lately… today will be all about me…” you voice was sultry and tainted with a darkness you never let out yet. Hoseok was clearly taken aback for a second, completely not expecting such a thing from you. But you were right, he did want to sway your mood. So he smiled gently while dropping down slowly to his knees.

His long fingers grabbed at your shorts and pulled them down. You closed your eyes imagining it was those digits covered in rings doing this to you. At this moment you were great full for having a good imagination. You needed it to survive this, to take pleasure from it.

When you felt the hot breath hit your core, you bit down on your lip, visioning it was the dark haired mobster in front of you. The image of Agust-D on his knees made you soaked in seconds. “God you’re getting wet…” Jung gasped, his voice distracting you a bit, so you shushed him with a “Get to it then…”.

Once you felt his tongue on your clit you almost jumped. The next movements and sucking making you almost moan Yoongis name. He was right. You would be thinking of him… fuck you were already and this was the only thing making you enjoy the moment. It didn’t take you long to jump over the edge. Biting down on your tongue you made sure to not scream the name of another.

Luckily for you, your fiancé was so out of it all and happy with himself, he believed everything between you was ok for now. The fact he had to head out to work soon, was just the cherry on top of the cake. You on the other hand had time to get ready for the afternoon and think about how Yoongi read right threw you. His words from your last phone call echoed in your brain. Shaking your head you mumbled to yourself - Stop. This needs to stop. I am just gonna use what happened to imagine things, to survive around Hoseok as long as I need to.

The little pep talk was supposed to set you straight. You decided you would never give into temptation again. You’d never jump into the arms of a gangster. You couldn’t. He was bad news. Or maybe bad news was him. It was hard to decided which of the two was correct. But the fact was - this man was danger and it was best to stir clear of him. So that is what you planned on doing.

Work was going well for you even tho you didn’t get to have the shift with your friend. But maybe that was better. That way you could focus on the job and not risk falling into discussing the whole gang situation. Your phone was silent as well. No messages from you soon to be ex. No one to bother your. No one to disturb your flow.

You were telling lucky to have a couple of light surgeries scheduled. They were just basic procedures. You did not need to think too much about what you were doing. You were great full that you enjoyed your job. That it was left undisturbed. That it could be your anchor to sanity. You could lose yourself in it. Forget about all the other chaos. Just be present in the moment. Just focus on your hand work, on what needed to be done. Nothing else mattered then and there.

The wrecked mood from the morning switched to a content and relaxed on. The evening was nice. You decided you’d take a walk home. You lived not too far away. Some exercise would do you well. Taking out your phone you thought for a moment and texted Jungkook. You wanted to check if maybe he was out drinking in some of the bars close by. You’d gladly join him then.

While walking and awaiting and answer from your coworker, your turned into one of the allies to take a shortcut. It was still not that late and usually the are was safe. All seemed to be the same this time. That was until a black SUV appeared at the other end. Stopping in your tracks you felt the flight or fight mode sweep over your body.

Clenching your hands on the purse strap you were thinking on what to do. Once the doors of the car opened, you were ready to run. But suddenly the well known gravely voice hit the air.

“Didn’t your parents teach you allies tend to be dangerous?” he chuckled a bit at his own words clearly enjoying he gave you a scare.

Your feet became heavy. It was as if the got cemented to the ground. A shiver ran over your spine. Standing there you stared as the brunet slowly made his way to you. The heels of his elegant shoes clicking over the ground. The sound bounced off the bricked walls. It all seemed just like in the movies. The hunter walking over to his helpless prey.

As he came close he tossed the end of his cigaret to the grown and blew out the last smoke your way. You felt your knees becoming weak. This guys was something else. Everything about him was screaming danger, but somehow you couldn’t move, you couldn’t run, you just stood there, your eyes glued to him.

“I told you we’d meet again Y/N… and you owe me a morning…” clearing your throat you finally spoke “Do I? I don’t recall anything about spending the mornings with you in our agreement…” the words made him leans his head back and laugh. “What a mouth you have…” he spat out and grabbed your face with his hand. Pushing down on your cheeks. His black eyes piercing right threw your soul. “I have better use for it then starting up discussions…” his voice was low and coated with something you could not put your finger on. Was it desire?

The next thing you knew, you were pinned to the cold wall, his face inches from yours. As you were about to speak, he silenced you with his lips.

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[yanderelovlies]

I got one! What about jack and bo find out their s/o is secretly a highly trained assassin/vigilante that kills crimals and other bad people at night to keep innocent people safe and often sneaks out to go patroling at night until they get caught sneaking out. (kind of like stain from my hero academia but they're not insane or kill heros)

𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖐𝖊𝖕𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐

Note: Trigger warning: mentions blood and death on Bo's part. Also! Woah! Two fics in one day?! I'm on a roll!

Fandom(s): SWWSDJ, and DachaBo

Character(s): Sunny Day Jack, and Bo

You had always dreamed of being a hero. Someone everyone could look up to, and ask fro help. However when you got older that was all down the drain. You saw how corrupt everything was. It didn't matter if you did bad or good, it just mattered how much money you were willing to throw around. You weren't going to stand for it. It went against all your morals. So instead you took matters into your own hands. At night you would hunt for those who slipped the hands of justice. While getting ready you always made yourself swear that you would only target those who deserve it. It was almost like a prayer at this point. 

Since you lived alone it wasn't hard to just get ready, and leave. However things are different now. Now you have a partner, and because of his circumstances he lived with you. You loved having him there during the day. You got all the love and cuddles you could ask for! But when it came to getting ready for the hunt at night it became harder. You had to wait till he was asleep to get ready and sneak out. The more you got away with the  more confident you became, which led to your downfall.

Sunny Day Jack 

This wasn’t the first time he woke up in the middle of the night to with you gone. At first he thought you were simply in the bathroom, but after an hour of waiting you never came back. He began to worry. He heard of the vigilante running around ending the lives of people and heroes alike. What if for whatever reason you were a target?! He began frantically looking all over the house for you or worse….a body. 

After not finding anything Jack paced the living room trying to come up with places you could be. When passing the widow however he saw you jumping from the neighboring roof to the apartment building roof. Now Jack was really confused. He never said anything till the second time it happened. This time however he was waiting in the living room till you walked through the door 

“J-jack! What are you doing up?”

Jack looked at you, his eyes cold and calculating. “I could ask you the same thing, sunshine…where have you been?”

You knew you were caught, and had to finally come clean. You really didn't want him involved in what you did, but you also didn't want to lose him. You sighed putting your things down. “Okay Jack I’ll tell you.” You sat down and began telling him your story. 

He was silent throughout the whole story. When you finished he was silent for a bit longer before he took a deep breath “Why didn't you tell me sunshine? What if you were caught or worse killed? I would have never known….”

“I didn't want to get you involved. I wanted to protect you from it, I guess.”   

With a sigh Jack stood up and made his way to you. He sat beside you and took both of your hands “Sunshine, I'm more capable than you think, and I would do anything for you…Let me help you.”   

Bo

After he heard the shut of the door he was immediately up. Why did you leave and not tell him? Were you going out with someone? Was it a friend? A family member? ….someone else? Bo wasted no time getting dressed and following you out the door. 

He followed your scent all the way to another house. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck tingle. Why were you at someone else's home?! The closer Bo got the stronger the smell of blood filled the air. When he got to the source he was surprised. Peeking into the window he watched as you stood tall over the body of a man. Your blade dripping with his blood. Wordlessly you wiped the blade before turning to the window only to spot him “Bo?! What are you doing here?!” your voice was barely above a whisper but he could hear almost clear as day.

“I could ask you for the same puppy.” He isn't mad anymore. Curious more than anything. Why did you kill him? Did he do something to you? Why didn't you just tell him? 

You sighed walking over to the window “let's go home, and i'll tell you everything.” 

And that was what the two of you did. Bo had plenty of questions along the way, but you didn't mind. You want to be as clear as him as you could.

“So then can I come hunting with you?” 

You blink owlishly at him “....What?”

You saw his tail behind him begin to wag wildly “I can help you! And they would never suspect anyone has claws like me! It works out perfectly!”

You were shocked to say the least. You never thought Bo would ask to join you on the hunt, but in a way it makes sense. It must be his animal instincts.”We can go for a trial run tomorrow night….how is that?”

“Perfect!”

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #x reader #yandere x reader #something's wrong with sunny day jack x reader #sunny day jack x reader #swwsdj x reader #dachabo bo x reader #dachabo x reader #dachabo #dachabo bo #bo x reader

[v3nusxsky]

Can you please write a really intense angst fic with lots of comfort between r and Lesso please??? Going through it rn and your work really helps me 🙏🙏💜💜

Torn Apart

*Authors note~ you ask for angst and angst is what you will receive I'm sorry for those who can't read this.*

Trigger warnings~ miscarriage? loss of baby?, blood r in battle still birth (not necessarily still born)

Prompt~see ask^^^^^^

Really at eight months pregnant Leonora wanted you to be resting as much as you could. Your daughter Isadora Dove would be safer that way. And so would you be. But of course that was never sustainable. No. Rafal decided to storm the castles, starting with the schools for Evil of course. It was no secret he wanted you. To corrupt you. Yet Leonora had scooped you up before he even got the chance. And now you were carrying her child when it should be his. Life is cruel and unfair so of course he planned to correct that himself. If he killed you the Leonora would be destroyed and easily overthrown. The school of evil would be his and his alone. What better than stealing you from her than completely destroying her and now you for choosing Leonora over himself. You had to be punished and of course he was the perfect one to do so.

You heard the terrified screams of students and staff members as he began to attack. But when you heard her voice booming across the hall you couldn't stay hidden anymore, she wasn't allowed to be hurt and possibly leave you and your Isa. When you got there he was tormenting your lover with his blood magic. Since when did he have access to such power old magic. Right now that didn't matter, neither did Leonora's shouts of protest and warnings to go back in hiding. All that matters is your Leo.

It was a valiant effort on your part. You tried everything you possibly could while sheltering your pregnant belly from any of his attacks. Of course you just so happened to be an inch out when it came to dodging a direct powerful hit. And it hit you straight into your swollen belly. Causing you to fall to the floor and hit your head on the hardwood flooring. As soon as your head made contact consciousness left you and you had no idea if you and your daughter or lover would be okay after all this.

The steady beeping of machines, indicating you were alive alongside your absolutely pounding head. The white lights and walls telling you, you had made your way to the hospital somehow. Your hand flew to your stomach before your eyes could even flutter open. The bump still there, but the panic still remained, you wouldn't feel better until you heard her heart beat. "N-Nor- A?" You whimpered, immediately the red head snapped her head up from the bed, "I'm here dove, Nora is here. How are you feeling?" You could tell by her voice that something was wrong. You just knew it. "Head hurts Nora, is Isa okay? They checked her right? You heard her heart beat?"

Before Leonora could answer your question an ultrasound tech came in, "just coming to recheck y/n now" they murmured while setting the machine up, you looked to your lover to see her nervous expression. "What do they mean by recheck Nora?" It is uncharacteristic for the dean to be nervous but it was clear she was. The tech lifted your gown and covered your legs to expose your battered and bruised stomach. "Oh" you gasped in shock, you hadn't protected your stomach well enough, was all you could think. "There's gonna be some cold gel now okay y/n?"

What came from the ultrasound wasn't what you were expecting, the shock of being told they had to induce your labour now due to the injury you'd sustained or Isadora would die. You had no idea how to process that, all you could do is blame yourself for not protecting her. It's not time yet. You still had another month for this and now all thanks to a man's jealousy you and your daughter would be in for a rough ride, Leonora left feeling useless and unable to help.

Leonora was in a similar state by blaming herself but trying to remain strong for you as you both took in the news, her anger flaring for Rafal, she'd make him suffer for this. Your beautiful daughter and he'd hurt her. At some point the technician left you and your lover to discuss what you wished to happen now. It took some hours of you both holding one another for you to calm enough. You'd never be okay with this decision but it was one you unfortunately had to make now.

That day you were given the tablet to induce your labour. Within forty eight hours you were having contractions as you sobbed about how unfair this all is. You should've had more time left. Why you and why would this happen to someone as innocent as your unborn child. Leonora trying to comfort you the best she can but inside her heart breaking for you and your daughter. Oddly enough when your daughter entered the world, there were no screams from you or her, the world seemed to be peaceful and calm. It was as if your daughter was just sleeping. The panic rose through your whole being despite the still spasms of your contractions.

"Nora! Why's she not crying?! They said she'd be okay!" You cried as your redhead love seemed to be frozen stiff. She heard your words but couldn't find the answer for them. It was a blur how the baby was scooped away and surrounded by a swarm of medical professionals, one nurse and doctors remained with you, trying to calm you enough to deliver your placenta.

Due to the birth you had your placenta had gotten stuck which meant you were whisked away by now your own swarm of nurses to theatre leaving Leonora alone and panicking about losing not only her new born daughter who's not cried yet and you. All she could do is sit and wait in the unknown.

Word count~ 1043

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x you #lady leonora lesso #lady leonora lesso x reader #dean of evil x reader #dean of evil

[dragonflight203]

Some thoughts as I replay Mass Effect 1:

-Hackett is one of the ones to recommend Shepard as a spectre. No wonder he feels comfortable calling them up for missions through the game. He probably feels Shepard owes them a few.

-One of Joker's first lines is that he doesn't like having spectres on board. That tune changes quite quickly.

-The game eases into aliens. For the few couple of hours the player only interacts with humans and one turian. Another turian is shown in a cutscene. Geth, which are basically advanced robots, are enemies you can kill without guilt. It's not until the citadel that the game really embraces alien diversity. Bioware's wariness on how comfortable players would be about aliens shows very clearly.

-During the Eden Prime drop scene Kaidan is the one to ask about survivors. Of course he is. Kaidan, you paragon.

-Everyone learned about aliens in school. Everyone is an adult. First contact was 30 odd years ago. How exactly did the curriculum get updated so quickly that everyone learned about this in school? Bioware, your timelines make me cry.

-Manuel definitely got hit by the beacon at some point. Interesting that he also saw Saren, but his speech is so confusing no one realizes he's talking about a second turian.

-Nihlus may feel differently about humans than Saren, but he is Saren's student. He skipped all the survivors and made a beeline to the beacon. He's not cruel, but he is efficient. The beacon is the priority.

-Nihlus, we hardly knew ya. Every time I replay it's always surprising how short his screen time is. And those faces when he interacts with Saren... Bioware did a very good job on making him nonhuman but still recognizably expressive. The difference in facial expressions between ME1 and MEA are light years.

-Benezia is clearly used to Saren's tantrums. She dodged like it's something she does on a regular basis.

-Kaidan, about informing the Council about Saren: "Makes sense. They'd probably like to know he's not working for them anymore." Love this man.

-Kaidan only gets migraines. Having experienced one recently, that's a big only. And he's soldier that's frequently in combat. I hope the future has excellent pain killers.

-For this playthrough I'm planning to have Tali and Liara as companions, so I'm skipping everything on the Citadel that isn't necessary or unique to the first visit until I pick them up. It makes the game feel quite different. I usually spend hours on the Citadel during my first visit; this time I'm leaving quite quickly.

-Pallin's skepticism about humanity makes more sense when Harkin is considered. Harkin was the first human in C-Sec, he's corrupt as hell, and humanity did a lot behind the scenes to protect him. Pallin's big on following the law no matter what. No wonder he's not impressed by humanity.

-Anderson has extreme tunnel vision about Saren. From the minute he's mentioned he's convinced Saren's behind it and he's doing it solely out of hatred of humanity. He repeatedly brings this up.

Meanwhile, in the game I get the vibe that Saren doesn't care about humanity too much. He doesn't like them, he might antagonize them if the opportunity comes up, but they're not worth the bother to put actual effort into tormenting. Humanity just isn't that important to him.

-Love those silent interactions between council members where they just look at each other. Again, the difference between ME1 and MEA is stark.

-Going by the Geth core Tali retrieved, Saren considers Eden Prime a victory. The tantrum he threw indicates otherwise. Does he really consider it a victory, or is that just a speech he gave to motivate the Geth?

-At this time, I'm not convinced Anderson believes in the Reapers. He still thinks it's Saren, he just doesn't think it's worth debating Shepard on it.

-I genuinely like Udina as a character. I'd hate to be around him, but he's determined to do a good job, pragmatic, and truly devoted to humanity. Also nice to have someone around who pushes back against Shepard. ME3 wastes him.

-Garrus mentions that he rose in the ranks through C-Sec. What was his actual rank? Detective or the like, I presume. Pallin knows who he is, and that's impressive considering the number of officers there are. Even with Castis as a father.

-Tali mentions Quarian overseers to the Geth when speaking to Shepard. The game definitely pushes the slavery parallels with the Geth, even in ME1. "Overseer" is not the first term I'd use for supervising machinery. Or maybe that's the American cultural bias showing through.

-Everyone info dumps in ME1. Everyone. Enjoyable, but a bit exhausting at the start of the game when it feels continuous.

-Liara in ME1 is a completely different character than in ME2 and ME3. I'm hesitant to consider the change natural growth. It's a shame, because ME1 Liara has quite a bit of potential. They didn't need to rework her character for the later games.

-First time playing on Insanity, and I'm surprised at the lack of trouble I've had so far. Everyone says the battle with the krogan at the end of Therum is difficult, but I only died once. I might regret this later, when I get to the Uncharted worlds...

Edit: Fix spellings

#mass effect #mass effect 1 #mass effect 1 replay

[madstwd]

That Damn Dress

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Words: 2.8k

Season: 5

Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, praise kink, virgin reader, corruption kink, overstimulation

Not proof read

Hope you enjoy this one! My mental health is slowly improving so hopefully more updates! Thank you all so much for 600 followers and sticking around whilst I've taking a mini break.

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He wasn't even sure why he dressed up, why he showered or even considered the invite to the ‘welcome’ party. It wasn't like he went to them when the world was fine. He didn't need to go, Aaron just said try. Daryl fixed his shirt after what felt like the 1000th time. His hair longer framing his thin face from the lack of food, small strands of ginger hair poking out from his beard. He looked stupid, he stood putting himself down. Wondering why he even got to this point, but then he remembered you, the person that he did everything for. The reason he lived, breathed and continued fighting for. He remembered how excited you were when you had found the dress, refusing to let him see it until the night. You had run out to the porch with a huge grin on his face, one that he found almost blinding, one that made him unable to hide his grin no matter how hard he tried. He pulled on his leather vest to make the outfit feel more like him, after all Aaron told him to be himself. With one last sigh he left the house, his body desperate for your attention.

He made it to the door fairly quickly, he stood watching the silhouettes of people move around, laugher echoing down the street. His hands felt clammy, his feet unable to move forward. “HEY! There you are” he heard you exclaim, he relaxed at the sound of your feet on the concrete street as you ran towards him. He turned to the sound of your voice, his eyes widening as he spotted the body hugging red dress, highlighting every sway of your hips, cupping your breasts perfectly. He gulped loudly as he took a moment to regain his thoughts. “You like it?” You said, spinning on the spot, small giggles leaving your lips at his gobsmacked expression. He nodded enthusiastically, a smile etched on his face, following a light dust of pink as he continued to look you up and down. “Yeah-yeah I like. it” he grumbled. His heart swelled at the size of your smile. “Do you want to go in?” You said holding out your arm to him, he shrugged unsure for himself. Part of him wanted to, to prove everyone wrong but he didn’t understand why these were still a thing. You on the other hand though after everything you guys had done and seen, you didn’t understand the thought to celebrate. Unsure on why we were meant to, after seeing each other’s family members fall, the numerous close calls we all had. “We don’t have to, fuck what the others think” you said to him, your arm locking in with his. Despite your hold on him he didn't feel pressure, it was like you were the only one that understood he didn't want to go, why he didn't want to go. “Come on, let's eat dinner at the house” you said tugging on his arm to draw his attention away from the house. He followed you blindly, “don’t you want to go?” He asked, his voice low and grumbly from him rarely speaking the past few days. You shrugged. “Part of me did, but I don’t feel like partying when there’s so many that would have loved this that didn't make it” you sighed. Daryl grunted, nodding his head slightly in agreement with your words. “Besides Deanas' sons clearly haven’t been laid for a while, they are very persistent” you joked, a laugh escaping your lips.

Daryl felt his blood boil, his fingers digging into the palm of his hands. A reaction that even surprised the man himself, jealously didn’t come natural to the man. “Want me to tell them to back off?” He mumbled, his mind acting faster than his brain. You giggled at his reactions. “I don’t need a big bad guy like you to back a guy off” you joked, nudging his shoulder lightly. Daryl’s cheeks turned pink, his frame shrinking as if he was trying to hide in himself. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want one though- i have ways you can help” you winked. Daryl’s eyes widened, he was surprised his mouth didn't fall open either. You laughed loudly at his reaction, your hand sliding into his grasp firmly. Daryl slowly clasped his hand around yours, suddenly his insecurities about the evening and night disappearing in the night as you firmly held him. “Hey Guys, Party over that soon?” Aaron called from across the street, alerting the both of you. “Just didn’t want to go”

“At least you tried right” he shrugged. You both gave a tight lipped smile to the guy, nodding. “Yeah, thought that counts or some bullshit” you joked. Aaron laughed before he gestured inside. “Come on in? We just made spaghetti” he smiled. You squeezed Daryl's hand before lightly dragging him towards the door. His eyes lingered on the way the dress hugged and outline the swell of your ass. His cheeks became red yet again at the thought of touching it.

The spaghetti was delicious, daryl couldn’t decide whenever that was because of the food itself or how it slid through your lips that were painted a similar colour to the dress. He nervously shifted on his seat as his pants became tighter. You shot him a questioning look, one that was attempting to ask if he was okay, the man nodded his cheeks flushed almost giving his thoughts away to you. “I didn’t ask Deanna to give you a job because i have one for you” aaron said as he finished dinner. Daryl shot him a confused look as he loudly set his cutlery in his bowl following aaron out of the room. You stood up helping Eric with the plates, offering to wash up or help clean. “Oh no dear don’t worry, seems like someone is eager for your attention tonight lovely” he joked giving you an exaggerated wink. You gave him a wide smile, shrugging. “I mean i guess, I’ve never done….it. But better with him than her sons” you joked nervously. Erics eyes widened, “you’ve never? Not even with daryl?”

You shook your head, “never had anyone to do it with, and with being on the run didn't really feel like the right time” you joked, rubbing your arms nervously. Your inexperience was always something that made you nervous, Daryl was a few years older than his brother, often talking about how many women Daryl would bring home. You always assumed he was joking, but part of you was worried he wasn't, wondering if you could ever please him because you didnt actually know how. You were distracted from your thoughts by the guys thud back upstairs. A large grin plastered on Aaron’s face, a tight lipped on daryls face. You gave him a smile as you wiped your hands on your dress. The fabric pulling down slightly as you did so, daryl sputtered out a cough nervously as your breasts became exposed for a slight section, the tension in his trousers returning quickly. “You ready to go?” You smiled. Daryl nodded nervously, his fingers fiddling with a loose thread on his shirt. After giving your goodbyes you walked down the stairs, waiting for Daryl to finish his.

Daryl stopped on the first step, watching as the light breeze drifted your hair over your shoulders, your arms cupping under your breasts in attempt to keep warm. The position of your arms pushing them upwards as if they are about to spill out over the top. He smiled lightly as he walked downt the steps, you linked on of your arms with his, the scent of vanilla now filling his nose as your hair fell over his face slightly. “So what did he show you?”

“An old bike, needs fixing but keeps the hands busy” he grumbled nervously. You smiled at him nodding, “sure! Well im pooped lets get home yeah?” You said. Daryl nodded, dragging you slightly towards the house, trying not to notice your breasts bouncing at the increased speed.

Once you were both inside the house he watched you run upstairs, swearing under his breath as he frantically tried to release his cock from his trousers before making a quick run downstairs to his room. However his stupid plan failed when you had appeared at the top of the stairs, now in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts. His face flushed red, his lips already trying to stutter out some bullshit excuse for the predicament he had caught himself in. He felt like he was a deer in headlights unable to move from his spot, unable to defend himself. His body backed away as you slowly came down the stairs the door and his underwear the only things preventing him from running away from you. Escaping and never looking back. His gasped moving away from your touch as he felt you fingers touch his face, your attempt at bringing his lips to yours. “It’s okay” you whispered, your lips ghosted over his almost making him drop right there. He felt your lips touch his, savouring the soft plumpness of them as he kissed you. His hands weaving into the back of your hair, grasping your scalp firmly as he let desire control him. “Are you sure?” He asked you pulled away. You smiled nodding softly, if you were going to have your first time at least it would be with someone you liked. He gently led you towards his room, his trousers and shoes discarded at the front door. His heart was thumping in his chest, suddenly the innocent hand holding felt heavy. He had imagined this countless times in the prison, dreams he never thought woudl surface or come true. His door creaked loudly as he opened it, the sound of your feet padding behind him ensured it wasnt a dream it was real. He turned back towards you, his hands finding their way to your hips as he captured your lips yet again. You moaned quietly into the kiss as you felt his hands move to the soft plush of your ass. Squeezing handful of it, small circles to soothe any irritated skin. “Daryl-“ you muttered, his lips muffling your voice. He pulled back, his face scanning your nervously like you were going to change your mind. “I’ve never…um..you know-“

“Had sex?”

You nodded, your eyes falling to your body pressed against his. He chuckled lowly, his finger and thumb lightly grasping your chin, lifting your head back to his. “I can show you how- if you want me to of course?” He questioned, his voice low dripped with desire. You nodded. “Say it”

“I-i need you daryl”

Daryl grinned, moving your body’s to the bed. His fingers ghosted your shirts hem, lifting it over your head. His groaned slightly at the sight of your bra missing, your nipples perking from the cool breeze brushing past. His fingers tweaked and turned them loving the soft whines leaving your mouth, your eyebrows contorted in confusion, your body enjoying the pleasure but also unsure. Your legs shivered when his hand found its way to your thigh, soft squeezing it and inching closer to your pussy. The shorts being the only thing keeping him away from it. “Daryl, I like that” you said smiling. Daryl could have melted, the sweet innocence of you enjoying his touch, telling him how much you like it. He moved forward, his body forcing you to the bed causing you to gasp in shock when you fell on the surprisingly comfy bed. His body towered over you, trapping you against the mattress, “you alright?” He asked his lips kissing the nape of your neck softly sucking in some spots. “Yes Daryl- please can I have more” you begged. Daryl smirked against your neck, his fingers hooked under the waistband of the shorts. “Lift” he instructed. You followed blindly lifting your hips to allow the shorts to slide down your legs. You spread them for him, displaying your area for him. Daryl's cock grew harder the thought of only him touching this, being the only one to experience was enough for him to bust.

He kissed up your legs, his wiry beard tickling your thighs as he moved closer. You whined feeling his breath against your pussy, the air cooling the juices already pouring out of it. “You're doing so perfectly for me, being so wet like this. Such a good girl” he muttered, his fingers beginning to tease the entrance, speeding the juices all over your pussy. You hissed in pleasure when his thumb brushed against your clit. “D-do that again please” you asked. Daryl smirked, his long hair falling out of place as he nodded. He started to circle the sensitive nub, his intended to turn you on enough it would be pretty much pain free for you when he entered. He listened to the whines and moans leaving your lips, your breath catching in your throat when he changed direction. Your hands gripped his forearms as he sped up, your legs bucking off the mattress as he gently twisted and flicked your clit. “Daryl…this is….perfect” you panted. Your eyes screwed shut tightly, nails drawing blood in his forearms. Daryl looked down at your squirming mess of a body as you twisted and gripped onto for dear life. His cock leaking pre cum through his boxers at the sight of you. “Come on girl let me know how it feels” he purred, encouraging the noises leaving your mouth. You felt his hand move towards your entrance, his finger slowly entering scissoring you open. Your grip tightened as you got used to the feeling of him inside, slowly moaning louder as he began to curl his fingers. The motion stimulating your g-spot brings you closer to what you assumed was an orgasm. “Daryl please like that don't change” you whined. Daryl listened to you, keeping his pace as he felt your body tighten ready for an orgasm. Not disobeying your order so he could keep it as pain free and pleasurable as possible.

“That's it girl, cum for me” he whispered. With one last flick and curl you came undone. Your body relaxes against his bed and hands as your walls pulsate around your hands. “Good girl,” he purred. He stood up from the bed causing you to hastily look up watching him pull his boxers down exposing his cock. The tip was angry and red as it stood against his stomach.

At first you were surprised at the size, worried how it would fit. Daryl didn't give you much room to think as his fingers went back to massaging your clit. Readying you for his cock. When he deemed it enough he slowly started to enter, waiting every so often to allow you to stretch and get used to it. Your clit would distract you at the slight burn he was causing but the true pleasure didn't happen until you gave him the okay to move. Daryl almost combusted then at the loud moans leaving your mouth. Daryl himself couldn't hold in any groans. “Shit bird- it's like you were made for me, for this cock” he groaned. Pushing through his pleasure to allow you to finish around his cock, he wanted to feel your walls clench around him. Milk him like he dreamed you would. “Come on pretty girl, I need you to come” he grunted, his thrusts became faster, hitting you in the right spot. Daryl knew this from your hitched breaths as he pulled out and bottomed back in. “Daryl- I'm close please” you whimpered. He watched as your hands gripped the sheets,pillows, his arms, anything you could grab. Your legs automatically wrap around him, trapping him in place as he thrusted in and out of you. “I'm close dear, come on cum” he said, thrusting faster out of you. His hand pinching and twisting your clit. You felt the cord snap, your cum flowing over Daryl's dick as he thrusted through the orgasm, the pleasure dragging out causing your eyes to water at it. Your legs became jelly releasing the man from the trap you had him in. Daryl quickly pulled out his cum spurting all over your exhausted body. A sight he wants to remember forever.

The man grabbed some tissues he had next to the bed, clearing you up before collapsing next to you. Unsure on how to care for someone after their first time, so he allowed you to come back to your senses. When you eventually do, he allows you to curl up against him, feeling your soft fingertips trace the letters of his tattoo before the two of you slowly drift off to sleep.

You snuck out in the morning, dressed in one of his shirts and underwear to get to your room hoping not to bump into anyone on the way. “Good night?” You heard Michonne speak from the kitchen. You silently cursed before shuffling to the kitchen. She looked over her cup at you, one eyebrow raised waiting for your response. “The dress worked” was all you replied before continuing your walk of shame back to your bedroom.

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Stray Kids ✧ Their Kinks

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Genre: Smut

Synopsis: Kinks that I think the Stray Kids members would have.

Wordcount: 1.9K+

Warnings: Pure Sex/Kink Material so be warned about all of it.

Note: This is really all I thought about the past few days and I didn't want to suffer through it alone so here you go, loves.

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MDNI, 18+ CONTENT

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.·:*¨༺ Bang Chan ༻¨*:·.

Sir Kink ➵ Receiving Auralism ➵ Music/Moaning Body Worship/Praise Kink ➵ Giving

"We can take, we can take, we can take our time, baby"

He was always so soft with you, taking time to kiss every single insecurity of yours. He was never in a rush when he was with you, even curating a playlist that ran for hours without looping just for the two of you to listen in intimate moments like these.

"In slow motion"

You could hear the song faintly play in the background as he kissed down your abdomen, dragging out each touch as he whispered sweet nothings against your soft skin. Never did he fail to make you feel loved.

"We can take, we can take, we can take our time, stay here"

During your first time together, you couldn't help but bite back moans during the experience. He could tell it made you nervous to be so vocal about your own please, so he didn't hesitate to make sure you knew he loved you every moment from then on.

"You're so, so beautiful," he'd whisper. "I can't believe you're mine."

.·:*¨༺ Lee Know ༻¨*:·.

Cockwarming ➵ Receiving Orgasm Denial ➵ Giving Corruption Kink ➵ Prefers Inexperience

"I won't fuck you until you've earned it."

His harsh words went straight up to your core. He had first stuffed himself deep inside you when he got home from practice and found you up late, working on an assignment. To make matters worse, he told you not to move until you had finished every question on the assignment.

He was the first and only person you'd ever been with sexually, and to be honest, you didn't know much about that topic beforehand. You were more so the type of person to bury themselves in their work. Now though, it was like you were made to fit his girth. Or was it that he had trained your body to wrap around him perfectly?

You didn't know anymore, but you didn't care. All you could focus on now was finishing this last question. Or at least, that's what you tried to focus on, if it wasn't for the constant hope of him thrusting in and out of you that made your mind run instead. In your frustration, you subconsciously rub your thighs together in an effort to get something. Anything.

"Tsk, I told you not to move, doll. Up." You obey almost immediately, excited that maybe he'd end up fucking you to oblivion after what seemed like endless torture for hours. Instead, he too got up from the chair and started walking out the door.

"That assignment isn't going to finish itself, doll. Maybe I'll treat you tomorrow."

.·:*¨༺ Seo Changbin ༻¨*:·.

Thigh Riding ➵ Receiving Breeding ➵ Giving Breath Play ➵ Receiving/Giving

Your hands were knotted in his hair, as you bounced on his toned thigh. You moaned lightly at the sensation.

He chuckled a bit at the noises spilling from your lips. “Does that feel nice, pretty?”

“F-fuck god yes, please-”

He bounced his thigh a bit underneath you just to see how you would react, making you cry out in pleasure.

"Please what, pretty?"

You let another moan as you got closer and closer to your limit. "P-please, I need you in me."

You didn't have to ask him twice as he quickly flipped your position around from the edge of the bed to him on top of you. He brings his hands up to your throat, wrapping his fingers around tightly enough to pin you down as he holds his cock just outside your heat. You struggle in vain against his grip as you fight to get him inside you. He smirks as you push up into him and try to close the distance.

"Patience, pretty. We have all night so see how many times I can fill you up and get cum dripping out of you."

.·:*¨༺ Hwang Hyunjin ༻¨*:·.

Altocalciphilia ➵ High Heels Exhibitionism ➵ Semi-Public Katoptronophilia ➵ Mirror Sex

"Open those eyes for me, baby. Look at how pretty we look together."

You open your eyes to see the sight reflecting off the dressing room mirror in front of you. You're sitting between his legs, with your legs wrapped over his as he teased you, only dressed in a pair of heels. Your back is pressed against your chest as you keep from moaning too loud. He has his eyes trained on your body as he watches every attempt. He can tell that you're trying to keep your composure, but unfortunately for you, he intends to see you drift away in ecstasy.

He wants you to be desperate for his touch.

So he picks up the pace even more, determined to make beg. You whine at the pleasure, your nails digging deep into the sides of his legs. You're about to moan out once more before he shoves two of his fingers into your mouth.

"Suck on them, baby," He mumbles before planting a kiss on your shoulder. "Can't have you crying out to the whole store before we're done."

.·:*¨༺ Han Jisung ༻¨*:·.

Voyeurism ➵ Receiving/Giving Praise Kink ➵ Receiving Marking ➵ Receiving/Giving

"You're such a good boy for me, hm?"

You drag your fingers down his chest and abdomen, watching him shiver under your touch. He lets out a shaky gasp as he feels you wrap your fingers around his shaft and pump him slowly. He finds himself leaning his head into the crook of your neck

"With how loudly you were moaning my name when I got home, I'm starting to think you wanted me to catch you."

He would die before he admitted that you were absolutely right. In his defense, the first time was a complete accident. He needed a release and you just happened to show up at that moment. And as much as it should have disgusted him to moan your name on his lips without you knowing and then get caught, he found it thrilling. Exciting. He thrived on the idea that you could catch him hard for you.

Not until he caught you in the same position, arching your back, calling out his name did he realize you felt just as vulnerable for him as he did for you. Now, it had become an unspoken game for the two of you: seeing just how many times you can catch one another in such a compromising position.

He bit your shoulder to prevent himself from moaning once you began to pump him faster. He was so close. So, so close. That's when you stop and pull your hand away.

"Now, puppy, we're going to try that again. And this time," you drag a thumb against his bottom lip, "I want to hear those pretty sounds of yours."

.·:*¨༺ Lee Felix ༻¨*:·.

Massage ➵ Giving Temperature Play ➵ Ice Cubes/Warm Oils Oral Fixation ➵ Giving

"You'll be relaxed in no time."

You're laying on your stomach as he rubbed his hands in oil to warm them up before rubbing your shoulders. He could feel just how tense they were and no wonder, considering how stressful your day seemed to have been. He started moving down towards the middle of your back, releasing any knots he could feel. You let out a soft sigh of satisfaction at the feeling of your lover's hands on you.

"Could you do me a favor and turn onto your back, darling? I have something new I wanted to try on you that I thought would be relaxing."

You give a nod of affirmation before rolling onto your back and closing your eyes. It still made you nervous, being exposed in front of him, but he always had a way of reassuring you without pushing your boundaries too much.

You gasp when a sudden cold sensation hits your nipples. You open your eyes and look down to see he was now holding an ice cube. It was such a juxtaposition from the warmth of the oils you were feeling before, and it made you excited.

"Is it too cold? Here," He moves the ice cube away, "Let me warm them up for you."

You expect him to use the massage oils he used before but instead, he brings his tongue down onto your chest and plays with each nipple. The sensation is overwhelming, and you moan softly as he focuses on every part of your chest, alternating between his mouth and the ice.

"I wonder how much I can get you to shake if I move the ice lower, hm?"

.·:*¨༺ Kim Seungmin ༻¨*:·.

Cybersex ➵ Video Calls/Phone Calls Degradation ➵ Giving Daddy Kink ➵ Receiving

"It looks like you're missing me, bunny."

You whine in embarrassment as he watches you desperately get yourself off on your own. You both aren't overly sexual people, but somehow you'd get the neediest for his touch when he had to be away for long periods of time. On one hand, the filthiness of your own actions in front of the camera made you feel embarrassed. However, they'd also motivate you to be louder for him. To remind him that even when he's away, you're thinking of him. To let him know what awaits him when he comes back home.

"Daddy please, please. I want to see you. Stop being so mean to me."

What was even lewder was watching him rub over his sweatpants as he watched you with hunger in his eyes. Pressing your shoulders into the mattress and arching your back, you imagined how it'd feel if it were his hands touching you. But it wasn't enough. You had to see him. You needed to see him. But you'd be lying if you say that his teasing bothered you. If anything, it made you crave to work harder for him. To please him in a way that only you could.

"Aw, bunny, I'd take you more seriously if you weren't obviously so needy for me. Moan my name a little louder and I'll consider it."

.·:*¨༺ Yang Jeongin ༻¨*:·.

Sensory Deprivation ➵ Receiving/Giving Restraints ➵ Giving Overstimulation ➵ Giving/Receiving

"Is that comfortable? Not too tight?"

You shook your head, feeling the satin ropes tied around your wrists. He always prefers satin over the traditional handcuffs, which was you had also become accustomed to the black satin over your eyes. You can feel the bed shift as he moved beside you, every move calculated but foreign to you, as all you relied on was the sounds and sensations.

It wasn't long before one of his arms wrapped around your leg, pulling it aside while the other rests on your lower stomach to lightly pin you down. He was determined to please you by alternating between long and slow strokes and more short and quick ones. It wasn't until he looked up at you without stopping that you came undone, the pleasure growing tenfold with the loss of touch and sight. You trembled at the sudden release, but he kept at the task at hand, pleasing you through your orgasm. You sob out at the mix of pain and pleasure until he finally pulls away from you.

He leans back to observe the masterpiece before him: eyes lidded, lips parted, chest rising and falling in a shaking rhythm. He can't help but soak his two fingers in your opening before bringing his fingers to his mouth. The obscene sight made you clench your thighs as the desire in you began to rekindle its flame.

"Angel, fuck me, you taste delicious."

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