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dreamescapeswriting · 2 months

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Stray Kids Reaction || You Were Clingy And Suddenly You Aren't

PAIRING: Skz x GN!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2024

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CHAN:

You hadn’t even meant to overhear the conversation the boys were having but you had and ever since you’d distanced yourself from Chan, giving him space, major space even. You'd stopped showing up at the dorms after work and you stopped going to spend time with Chan at the studios on your days off. You didn't want to be around him if you were too clingy, or overbearing to him and you panicked.

"You're ignoring me and I hate it," Chan said bluntly as he sat across from you at the cafe you would frequent. You forced yourself to look up from the book you'd been trying to read and frowned seeing him standing there.

"What?" You were sure he was supposed to be in practice right now and yet here he was panting and staring at you.

"You're ignoring me, did I do something wrong?" His voice broke as he pulled out a chair and sat down across from you,

"What? No...N-No, I'm just giving you space." You smiled weakly, shutting your book and looking up at him. You didn't want to get into this in the middle of a cafe but you also didn't want to go back to the dorms with him and risk another comment from Seungmin.

"When have I ever said I needed space?" He chuckled at you but you didn't find any of this funny, you were a little stressed that he didn't see you the same way you saw yourself right now.

"You haven't but I realise how overbearing I am right now-"

"What are you talking about?" His hand clasped yours in his grip and he ran his thumb over your skin, your heart picking up as you let out a small whimper.

"Seungmin said he never sees us apart and I realised how tiring that must be for you." You shrugged, trying to take your hand back but Chan gripped you a little tighter,

"Yn." He whispered, his voice laced with sympathy,

"I'm sorry if I'm too much sometimes, I just...I like spending time with you." Tears were beginning to roll down your cheeks even though you hadn't meant to cry, everything you'd been bottling up finally overflowing,

"And I love spending time with you, it doesn't matter what Seungmin said." He mumbled, moving to the spot right next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"Let's go home, okay? I missed you and I have some cuddling with you to catch up on." He smirked a little making your whole body heat as you nodded at him, quickly kissing his cheek.

MINHO:

After you'd heard Chan say to Minho that you were "Around each other all the time." you'd stopped going around as much. It wasn't anything personal but you didn't want to be too much for Minho, or the others. You worried they'd find you annoying if you were too clingy with your boyfriend and so you took some steps back.

"Yn? I know you can hear me...Just talk to me, did I do something wrong?" Minho pleaded through the door of your apartment. You hadn't responded to him all day and he was beginning to worry you were in a fight without him realising you were in a fight.

"I'm going to use the emergency key if you don't answer." He warned before you sighed, unlocking the door and stepping to the side to let him in.

"Are you sick? Did we have a fight and I didn't notice?" He laughed weakly as he made his way to your sofa and sat down, a clear sign that he wasn't going to go anywhere any time soon so you shut the door and sat across from him.

"No."

"So then what's going on?" He hated overthinking and that was all he'd managed to do ever since you'd disappeared on him and gone quiet.

"I'm giving you some space." You offered as if he'd asked for it but he frowned, shaking his head,

"Space? Why?"

"I feel like I'm overbearing sometimes and I worry I'm around you too much." You'd been overthinking it ever since you'd heard Chan and now you worried if you came on too strong with Minho he'd leave.

"Baby, I enjoy spending time with you." He reached out to touch you but you shifted away from him.

"I know you say that but I feel like I'm too clingy and I should just give you some space."

"But I don't need that, I need my beautiful and amazing partner by my side, always." He whispered as you sniffled a little, tears running down your cheeks as you stared back at him,

"I just don't want you to think I'm smothering you." As soon as he heard you say that he dragged you onto the sofa beside him,

"You could never smother me, if there was ever an issue we would talk about it, don't pull away from me." He begged, his hand running over your cheek as he rid your face of the tears,

"Okay..."

"Trust me, baby, we're good." He tells you as he wraps you in the tightest hug he could manage, your body relaxing a little as you finally felt close to him again.

CHANGBIN:

"I never see you two without each other." The words had seemed so casual coming from Minho's lips and yet you suddenly felt as though your whole world was coming apart around you.

"Yn? You going home?" Changbin frowned as he walked into his bedroom to find you packing up your things. After you'd heard Minho you knew it was time to give Changbin some space.

"I thought you were staying here tonight."

"Yeah, I just, I thought I should give you some space." You shrugged it off, doing your best to stay as calm and rational as possible but your mind kept going back to your past relationships. Whenever you got too clingy things would go sideways and they'd split with you and you didn't want that with Changbin.

"Space?" He frowned and stood beside you,

"I've been clingy lately and I don't want to smother you, so I'm going to head home." You folded up your last bit of clothing but Changbin was just as confused as he was when he started this conversation

"Smother me? Yn, you could never smother me...Where is this coming from?" He put his hand on your shoulder trying to make you look at him but you didn't, you knew if you did you'd give up and stay all night.

"I just worry that I'm always around and it's probably too much for you. I don't want to be that kind of a partner to you."

"Yn." He stilled your hands on your bag,

"I love having you around, you make everything better and you're not too much." He hated that you could ever think such a thing when he thought the entire world of you,

"But in my last relationships, things were too much and I don't want to end up pushing you away." You whispered, your voice cracking a little as Changbin held your face in his hands.

"I get that, but we're different. Okay? I don't want you to distance yourself from me because of some bonehead in the past." You stare at him a little unsure of what to do.

"We can spend the night here and then you'll see how much I need you around." He whispered as you nodded a little, your cheeks heating as he kissed you softly.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin knew that there was something wrong the moment you'd stopped replying to him over text and then when you cancelled most of your plans he knew he had to do something to make you feel better.

"What...What are you doing here?" You questioned your boyfriend as you walked into your apartment to see him cooking for you.

"You're home early, damn, this was supposed to be done for when you came in." He brushed his hands down his apron and hugged you tightly, you hugged him back but frowned at him.

"What was?"

"Dinner." He gestured to the oven behind him which was filled with food.

"I noticed you were being distant and I wanted to come over and do something nice for you." He smiled warmly but you just felt guilty that he'd come all the way out here to do this for you.

"Is everything okay?" He asked as he went back to stirring whatever it was on the hob but you looked down at the floor. Everything was fine until Changbin mentioned that he never saw you apart from one another and you realised you needed to give Hyunjin space.

"I'm just worried I might be too clingy...or overbearing," You shrugged, scratching the back of your neck as Hyunjin froze.

"Clingy and overbearing? What would give you that thought?" He stopped what he was doing, moving the food off the heat.

"I love our time together," He added, worry started to seep into him as he thought about it.

"I know you say that now but I don't want you to feel suffocated or that I'm always around." Within seconds Hyunjin was in front of you and frowning,

"Yn, being with you is the best part of my day, you're never suffocating to me." He smiled a little.

"But we're never apart and I don't want you to get sick of me." You sniffled a little but Hyunjin kissed you softly, wrapping his arms around you.

"If there is one thing in this world I can promise you, it's that I would neve ever get sick of you." He explained, you hesitated for a second a little unsure of what to do but you smiled weakly.

"You're sure?" You quizzed before he nodded, kissing your cheek.

"We can talk more over dinner, but I promise you I don't want or need you to put space between us," He told you, kissing the top of your head and going back to cooking.

JISUNG:

Ever since last week, Jisung had noticed something changing with you and he was beginning to worry he'd done something that might have upset you. Even now as you walked together on the beach he could sense something was wrong. You weren't holding his hand or onto his arm like you usually would and you weren't asking him to go on rides with you or to play some fair games when you would pass by them.

"Is everything okay? With us...I mean." He usually wasn't upfront with his feelings but ever since the two of you had started seeing one another he'd been getting better at it,

"Yeah." It was obviously a lie and Jisung frowned at you, stopping still and making you look at him.

"What's going on?" He stared at you and you knew he wasn't going to stop asking unless you told him the truth which worried you more than you cared to admit.

"Do you think we're around each other too much?" You finally asked making Jisung's eyebrows knit together in a frown.

"No? Why?" He shook his head at you but you looked away from him,

"It was something Felix mentioned...T-That we're never apart and I worry that-"

"You're clingy?" He finished for you and you nodded a little before he sighed and kissed your cheek.

"You're not clingy at all, you know I love having you around right?" He stares at you and smiles a little.

"You make me feel less anxious, you make me feel like a whole other person when I'm with you and I never want space." He told you simply, bringing you into his arms and smiling as you cuddled into him.

"You promise you'll come to me in the future if you start to worry again?" He quizzed and you nodded your head, kissing him quickly as you continued your walk on the beach front.

FELIX:

As you rounded the corner of your apartment building you frowned finding Felix standing there knocking on your door.

"Felix? I thought we cancelled tonight." You said as you walked closer to him but something was off, you could see he'd been crying and it instantly made you worry.

"Are we okay? Are you breaking up with me?" He sniffled, you quickly ushered him into your apartment not wanting to get any unwanted attention from your neighbours and you shut the door.

"Breaking up? What? No." You mumbled shaking your head at him.

"You've been so distant and then J-Jisung said it meant you were going to break things off with me."

"Jisung is wrong." You grumbled, you and Jisung weren't exactly seeing eye to eye after you'd heard him mention to Felix how clingy you were.

"So then what's going on? Did I do something to upset you?"

"No, Lix." You sighed sitting next to him on the sofa.

"I overheard Jisung talk about me and he mentioned how we're never apart and I just...I thought I was giving you space." You shrugged it off and Felix sighed, clearly frustrated.

"I'm sorry you heard him say that but....for the record, I assure you that I don't find you clingy...I love you so much," He smiled warmly at you but you looked down at the floor.

"I don't want to be a burden," Your head was slowly tilted up to look at Felix and you smiled weakly.

"You're not a burden, Yn. I'll talk to Jisung and clear this up but don't let his dumb words affect us," He told you sternly before kissing you softly and standing up.

"Where are you going?" You frowned as he stretched a little,

"To talk to Jisung."

"No. Stay and cuddle I missed you," You laughed, dragging him back to you, he could talk to Jisung another time, right now it was just you and him.

SEUNGMIN:

Seungmin hadn't always been the best at expressing himself when it came to your relationship but he always felt as though he'd done a pretty good job up until now. Now he had no idea what was wrong and if he'd done something to upset you since you'd just distanced yourself from him.

"Seungmin? What are you doing here?" You whispered as you turned around to find your boyfriend in your office, somewhere he shouldn't have been if he didn't want to get noticed. You quickly shut and locked your door, pulling the blinds down.

"I had to see you, we've barely spent any time together."

"I've been busy." You lied looking down at the floor but Seungmin wasn't going to take some bullshit for an excuse he needed to know what was going on.

"You've been acting distant for weeks, what's going on?"

"I just figured you needed some space." Seungmin waited for you to say something else but when you didn't he frowned even more at you.

"Why would I need space?" He stared down at you as you sat at your desk,

"I've been a little annoying and clingy lately and I didn't want to keep bothering you."

"When have you ever bothered me? Where would you even get such an idea?" He sat across from you and narrowed his eyes a little, he was like a human lie detector and you knew you wouldn't be able to hide anything from him.

"Jeongin mentioned how we're never apart and I just- I thought you might get annoyed with me." You explained before Seungmin stared at you as though you had a second head.

"Baby, you're not annoying, you never could be...ever, I don't ever want you to feel like that." He moved quickly to kneel by your side and he took your hands in his, kissing them softly.

"I love you...Okay? You're important to me and I want us to be able to talk if things ever bother us," He offered and you nodded, quickly kissing him and smiling to yourself.

"I promise to come to you in the future," He nodded and kisses you again, deeper this time,

JEONGIN:

It was a quiet night in until Jeongin showed up at your door, usually Friday nights were reserved for the two of you to spend time together but you'd been acting differently lately and it was starting to worry him. Especially tonight when you cancelled on him seemingly to do nothing at home.

"You're acting weird and I'm worried," Jeongin explained as he stood in your apartment, you refused to look at him instead choosing to stare at the TV with a drama playing on it.

"Yn, talk to me." He begged as he sat across from you on the coffee table. Sighin you looked at him, you hesitated in telling him everything but you knew he'd never leave if you didn't spill your guts to him.

"I'm sorry if I've been distant...I just-" You sighed, you didn't even know where to start with any of this.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I just want to understand what's going on. Is something or someone bothering you?" He stared at you with concern written all over his face and you sighed,.

"Lately I've just been feeling like maybe I'm too clingy and then I heard Minho mention that we're never apart and it just...it drove home what I was already feeling," You mumbled, playing with the sleeves of your shirt as jeongin stared at you.

"Clingy? You're not clingy at all, nowhere near." He mumbled, quickly moving to sit beside you.

"I don't know, I heard what Minho said and then at work, I heard people talking about their relationships and I just...I thought I was being a burden." Jeongin reached out and took your hands in his.

"You're not and never will be a burden to me, Yn. I love you and want you in my life."

"I don't want to ever smoother you or make you feel trapped with me." You added and he smiled at you,.

"Okay, but communication is key. Shutting me out and putting space between us won't let us fix what's going on. We need to talk it through together." He squeezed your hands a little and you nodded, you knew he was right deep down and you kissed him softly.

"I promise to talk if anything bothers me again," You whispered before the two of you cuddled together on the sofa for a while.

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theemporium · 1 year

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#13 with remus lupin 🥰

13. “You want me, don’t you?”

It was an unspoken rule amongst the group that nobody ever mentioned the tension between you and Remus.

No one was quite sure why but it seemed to be a rule that everyone mutually agreed on, despite never having actually discussed the topic—both between themselves and between you and Remus. They just watched the endless flirting and pining and lingering gaze and accepted that maybe one day, one of you would act upon your feelings.

And to be completely honest, you thought the same.

But months passed and doubts started to grow and now you weren’t too sure.

He would always sit next to you at breakfast, making your coffee and placing it in front of your plate before you could even say ‘good morning’. He would always offer to carry your books and accompany you to the library when you wanted a silent study session that the Gryffindor common room could never offer. He would always find excuses to be physical with you, whether it was an arm tugging you closer when you felt cold or thighs pressed against each other because he insisted you squished into the spot next to him on the couch.

But he never once asked you on a date, or made a move, or even just admitted that he did, in fact, like you.

You started overthinking and worrying and the realisation that you loved your best friend started to stress you out when you weren’t totally sure where he stood, so you did the only reasonable thing anyone would do in your situation—you started to distance yourself from Remus.

Remus noticed. Of course he noticed pretty quickly when one morning you suddenly started sitting beside James and Lily. And then the confusion turned to hurt when he noticed how you’d always sit next to Sirius in large group settings. And then his feelings bubbled into something more when he noticed you sneaking away to the library with other classmates or even by yourself.

However, it wasn’t until two weeks later when Remus actually confronted you on the matter.

The Gryffindor common room was bursting with music, cheers and cheap alcohol smuggled past the professors as they celebrated another win against Slytherin that blasted them ahead in the Quidditch cup this year. You were happily settled in the corner, half-drank drink in hand and cheeks flushed as you laughed and cheered James and Sirius dancing on the tables.

You hadn’t even noticed Remus approaching until he was right beside you, his head dipping down as his whispered words met your ear.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

Your head snapped around, lips parting in surprise as a wave of familiarity and longing hit you. Merlin, you had missed him more than you expected, and it made you feel a little pathetic.

“Remus,” you said his name because you couldn’t say anything else.

“Glad to see you still remember who I am,” he answered with a hint of amusement in his tone. “I wasn’t sure considering you’ve done your best to ignore me the last fortnight.”

Now, over the years, you had dealt with a lot of different moods from Remus. You prided yourself in being quite sufficient at devising how the wizard felt. Whether he was moody because he didn’t get enough sleep and just needed a nap to refresh himself. If he was anxious or hungry or pissed off or—most commonly—done with whatever nonsense the other boys were trying to rope him into (even if he would eventually agree).

But this.

This was something you knew all too well. Your mind racked for the date, counting back the date and you knew—you knew it was a few days until the next full moon.

Remus Lupin was a kind man, a gentleman who respected everyone around him no matter what. But around the full moon—especially days before—he was something else.

“C’mon, doll, y’know I don’t like it when you’re quiet,” he murmured, reaching to grip your chin between his fingers. “Why were you avoiding me?”

“I, uh,” you cleared your throat, your cheeks flushing under his watchful gaze. His lips were twitched up a little, so close to a smirk. “I haven’t been avoiding—“

He lightly tsked, shaking his head softly. “Don’t lie to me, baby.”

“Remus, it’s not your fault, I swear—“

“And now you’re avoiding the question,” he hummed and his thumb lightly traced the bottom of your lip. “Answer the question.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, your heart racing and mind whirling at the way he was looking at you, the way his fingers traced along your lips and his body moved towards you until you were pressed against the wall, Remus blocking you out from the rest of the party.

“You want me, don’t you?” he murmured, his eyes darkening at the way your tongue darted out to lick your lips. “Your pretty little head is just getting in the way, isn’t it?”

“How—“

“I like you too, doll,” he murmured, his hand now cupping your cheek as he tilted your head up to catch his gaze. “But I don’t like when you ignore me for two weeks for no bloody reason.”

“M’sorry,” you whispered to him, swallowing a little when his thumb pushed against your lips, parting them and slowly sliding his finger into your mouth.

“I know, baby, I know,” he mused as your lips wrapped around his finger with ease, your wide eyes staring up at him. “But it’s fine, I can think of plenty of ways for you to make it up to me, hm? What do you think?”

All you could do was nod, letting him take your hand and guide you far away from the party to show you just how much he enjoyed being ignored.

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hyunsvngs · 6 months

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JUNO BABY LOVE. i see your "losing your virginity to skz" AND I NEED YOUR 🧅 ON THE BOYS. I seen you made han and jeongins virgins as well🥴

But what are the boys like if THEY lose it to YOU. The concept is so🤤.

I am the shrek to your 🧅's babe

hello. sorry this has been rotting in my inbox but also creds to miss ems aka @cbini aka my wife bc we had an in depth discord conversation deciding what this would be like

jeongin & jisung are here!!

chan: virgin big dick chan. virgin big dick chan who's so freaking excited to finally lose his virginity!! he's always so busy and so stressed that he has become well acquainted with his hand, and now he has this insanely pretty girlfriend. you've told him you're ready when he's ready, that there's no rush, you can take it slow.

chan decides fuck taking it slow when you're laying on his bed, sexy body illuminated in purple from his led lights and your pussy glistening even in the low lighting that he's set. he's only kissed you, but now you've got him wondering - do you get this wet every time you kiss? have you been teasing yourself just to make sure he's ready? the thought has him hardening even further in his boxer briefs, and he finally yanks them down, heavy cock hanging thick between toned thighs. you giggle, eyes focusing between his legs.

"oh, channie. you're big," you coo, hand wrapping around his shaft. the tight ring you form makes him groan, his plush lips parting as he just lets you. "is that good? my pussy's tighter, y'know."

"don't," chan gasps, his hips canting into your hand. you smile again, hand speeding up on his cock. "don't- don't tell me that, jesus christ. i need- please, can i? god, you're fuckin' insane-"

you let your hand fall from his cock, dainty and soft. your hands are so soft that his mind feels fuzzy from the few movements you gave him. you move upwards on your forearms, tits jiggling on your chest. chan wants to press his face in between them even if he can't breathe.

it's when you move your legs, feet planted either side of your hips and pussy fully exposed to him that he finally springs into action. "can i? can i, can i? baby, i'm really fuckin' hard, i need to- need to finally feel it. finally."

"of course, channie," you murmur, pulling him in by his broad shoulders. the movement has his chest pressing against yours, toned chest against your sensitive pebbled nipples and you sigh in bliss. chan looks like he's about to die, eyes blown wide and heavy pants falling from his lips. his cockhead is right against your hole, not quite breaching but very present. "d'ya wanna push in now? i'm wet enough."

chan nods, huffing, and then he's pushing in. his cockhead is thick, flared mushroom head pressing past the tightness of your hole and he gasps with the feeling around his cock. it makes him jolt, thighs clenching and unclenching on top of you, and before he can process it, he's moving. his hips are fluid against yours from years of dance practice, and you see his eyes roll back into his head.

you simper with the feeling, his cock massive and weighty inside of you. it feels so good, but - you count one, two, three full thrusts, and then his hips stop moving. his fingertips dig into your waist, and he's gasping before letting out a deep groan, eyes fluttering shut. oh.

"baby, did you cum?" you smile, running your hands through his messy hair. he huffs in disapproval, head drooping to rub his nose against the crook of your neck. "awh, that's okay, baby. we can do it again later, yeah? did you have fun?"

he hums, scratching the back of his neck. you can feel how bad his cheeks are blushing on your skin. "i am so fucking embarrassed."

(he's still thinking about it five years later when you're married with kids by the way!! he rocks your world every night at that point, but he still scratches his neck and blushes awkwardly everytime he thinks about filling you up so quickly.)

minho: he always kisses you so passionately. he's fucking insane, you realise, this virgin boy who should be blushing and embarrassed from the way his hips grind sinuously into your throbbing core. he should be nervous, but he smirks down at you with his eyes half-lidded every single time you whimper for him.

"is that good?" he murmurs, and you can hear his voice dripping in faux sympathy. "let me fuck you, then. it'll feel better, yeah?"

the gusset of your panties is positively dripping, no doubt marking minho's tight, too-expensive boxers with your slick. you whine, canting your hips up against him. he's hard. he's hard, and you can feel it - thick, long, everything you could've ever wanted. you just don't want to rush him.

you're babbling before you can even stop it, as if he doesn't have you naked from the waist up in his bed. with the boys in the other room, nonetheless. "minho, minho, are you sure? i-"

"let me get my cock in you, pretty," he leans down, bunny teeth nipping your ear. "i think i have a natural talent, y'know. all that dancing, i think i can fuck you just right even though i've never done it. what do you think?"

he punctuates his words with another few thrusts into your core, and you gasp, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. he's shirtless too, planes of milky skin stretched tight across dancer's muscles. he's so yummy. "i want it," you whine, nodding. "i want it, i want it. are you ready? are you?"

you find out that yes, he really is ready, especially when he strips you both of your underwear and finally, finally pushes inside. it pisses you off that he doesn't even react, fully calm and collected despite you writhing and squirming beneath him. he really does have a natural talent, you decide. the slide is so smooth, your pussy so slick and consistently gushing around his cock.

"so wet for me," he mumbles, one thumb coming to rub over your clit. it makes you whimper, eyes watering at the overstimulation. his resolve is faltering, you realise, his eyes struggling to stay open and his teeth biting into his plush lower lip. "i need you to cum, kitty. need you to cum for me, okay? i can't hold on much longer, you're- kitty cat, remember it's my first time, 'kay?"

"so confident before," you huff, but you let him bring you to the edge anyway. he giggles, biting your earlobe again.

"that's before you got so fuckin' wet for me, minx. c'mon, feel my cock and cum."

changbin: definitely climbs through your window trying to be all sexy and mysterious at like 2am. he woke up with a start, and then decided that tonight he was going to fuck you. or try to, at least. he knew you'd had sex before him, knew you were waiting for him to be ready, and coming through your window just seemed like a great fucking idea at the start.

he rolled through onto the windowsill and landed on the floor with a thud. he only looks at you, where you're still awake and shoving crisps into your mouth except now staring at him with wide eyes. he puts a hand on his hip, quirking an eyebrow. "was that sexy?"

"no," you answer honestly. "you want some crisps?" changbin nods and clambers onto your bed, but it's only after a few mouthfuls does he propose the idea to you.

he wants you on top, he says, letting you decide the pace. "you can jump off when i'm gonna cum, y'know," he mumbles. he's nervous, still doing that cute little downturned smile but he's blushing. "if i'm on top, i think i'll just cum inside."

"makes sense," you hum, and then you're sinking down onto him. he's thick, short in length but girthy enough that it makes you whine out desperately. it feels good. he's perfectly sized for you, and his broad hands go to your hips almost immediately. his biceps are tensing, jaw dropped in a silent moan.

"jesus, is this- does it feel this good every time?" he whines, and you hear his feet thudding against the mattress as he thrashes around. you giggle, starting to rock your hips against his, but his hands grip you even tighter. you might have bruises afterwards. you want to have bruises afterwards. "i can't. i can't, don't move, i'll cum!"

you soothe him with a hand over his pec, thumb brushing over his nipple. it unfortunately makes him buck his hips with an even louder noise. "binnie, it's really okay if you cum. it's your first time."

"hnnfmg," he manages, head falling back against your pillows. his hands go to your ass, and before he can even process what he's doing, he's thrusting up into you. the movement makes you gasp, jolting forward with your hands over both of his pecs, fleshy and delicious where your fingers dig into him. "ah, ah, ah. binnie's pussy now, okay? it's mine, please, let it be mine. it's so fuckin' good, so wet, jesus-"

"yours," you whine, nodding. "all yours, all yours. forever. i love you, binnie, i love you so much."

this makes him let out a garbled, choked out noise, and then he's tapping your ass frantically. you jump off of him like you said you would, thighs splayed over his, and watch in shock as his cock spurts white hot liquid all over his own body. it drenches the smattering of hair at his base and sprays all the way up to his shoulder and he gasps, hips bucking into nothing.

"oh," you say, giggling. "messy, huh?"

changbin huffs, thrashing his feet again. it's hard to take him seriously, cum covering his entire upper body and his cheeks blushing fervently. "shut up!" he turns to you then, grinning as if he's not got his own seed on his shoulder. "love you."

you smile, shaking your head fondly. "i love you too, baby."

hyunjin: definitely gets way too excited. he's fucking vibrating when he finally lays you down on his bed, and hyune is a romantic - you walked into his room to see multiple candles lit and god damn rose petals on the bed.

"my love," he coos, plump lips brushing over your shoulder. his hair tickles your neck, newly dyed dark and soft against your skin. "my first love, only love. thank you for letting me have you like this."

he wants you on top, too. his cock is curved perfectly to hit your g-spot and okay, maybe you get a little too excited at the thought of having that inside you while you're on top. it's gonna stretch you so perfectly, fill you up with his long length and you get to see that man looking so beautiful beneath you. you can't wait.

when you finally lower yourself onto his length, one of hyunjin's hands grips a bunch of rose petals and the other one knocks the lamp off the bedside table. "shit!" he exclaims, leaning over to try and look at the damage. you can see it's shattered on the floor because of course hyunjin's got one of those expensive, brittle ones on his bedside table. he shakes his head anyway, returning to his position laying flat and his hands going to your waist. "i don't care. continue, my love."

"hyunjin, the lamp..?" you question, but your hips are already grinding against his. you were right. his cockhead presses deliciously against that spongey spot inside of you, and it's so sweet the way his lips form a blissed out smile, tongue licking over his teeth. "is it- do you like it, baby? do i feel okay?"

hyunjin nods quickly, a bead of sweat forming at his temple. your pace is slow, and you were worried he wasn't enjoying from how quiet he was, but when you look into his eyes you can see the truth. "i'm just- i'm trying not to get too excited, or i might hurt myself. i'm literally trying so hard not to like, backflip right now."

"please don't backflip when you're inside me," you admonish, and hyunjin giggles. you let him flip you over, his forearms holding him up over you, and then he's moving inside of you. his cock is so long it feels neverending everytime he pushes back inside, breaching your drippy hole over and over to the point you feel you might be going insane.

hyunjin's chain drops into your face, and you find your eyes crossing as your gaze follows it with every thrust. you're whining, fully pliant on the bed for your boyfriend's cock for the first time, and you can't help yourself when you take his chain into your mouth.

hyunjin halts, gasping, and then his eyes are rolling back into his head. you feel his cock spurting warmth inside of you, and as he tries to ride his orgasm out with desperate, jerking movements, his head thuds into the headboard.

"ah!" he squeaks, head dropping to your chest. he's stopped moving now, and you giggle, rubbing your hand over his head. "i'm so embarrassing. that was so fucking good though, next time i'll try not to destroy the room."

"try not to give yourself concussion next time, too, baby."

felix: honestly, you're surprised it took so long. felix has gotten embarrasingly rock solid in his trousers every single time you've made out or even just sat on his lap. he's so horny you know he fucks his fist multiple times a day, you've heard it. you just didn't want to rush him into sex before he was ready.

turns out he'd been ready the whole time, especially when he's now rutting into your core desperately. it also turns out lee felix was a bonafide freak, begging you to let him fuck you raw so he could feel every inch of you around his cock. his cock isn't too big, a nice, easy size to take, and when he'd pushed in you'd been moaning easily for him.

his hips slap against yours now, years of dance practice leading him into an easy, slick slide. his forearms clench either side of your head, and his heart shaped lips are parted, unabashed deep groans falling for them.

"i'm gonna- i'm gonna cum, i'm sorry, it's early, i need to," felix grunts, and you coo at him, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes. he moves to kiss your thumb where you rested it on his face, and then he sucks the digit into his mouth. it makes your pussy gush even more, adding to the wet noises of skin on skin between your legs, and felix whines around your thumb at the addition of slick on his cock. your thumb drops from his mouth, wet with spit. "gonna- g'na fuckin' blow, baby, baby, princess, i'm cumming-"

his hips stop, and you feel the cum spurt inside of you. the abundance of it oozes out of your hole, warm and thick around his cock, and you realise felix has started to move again.

"want more," he whines, licking into your mouth. his breath is heavy against your lips. "do you want more? i want more, it's so good, i can't stop. i'm still fuckin' hard, baby."

"gimme more, lixie," you nod, nipping at his bottom lip. "give my pussy more. you like it? wet enough?"

"fuckin' soaked, gonna- gonna fill you up loads, gonna fuckin- you're gonna be dripping with me for days, and then i'll just do it again."

seungmin: it's shocking to see your cool, calm and collected, almost reserved boyfriend fall apart beneath you. you've been grinding on his naked cock for a while now, and he can't help his hips canting while he tries to slip into you. your folds are soaked, gliding on his cock with the most pleasurable slide you've ever felt.

"babe, i think- i think i wanna put it in now," seungmin mumbles, cheeks burning red. he's so cute like this, fully naked on your bed with his cock flat against his tummy for you to use.

"yeah, i know," you giggle, and he swats at your thigh playfully. "you're rock hard, seungmin. you think i don't realise?"

"well- put it in, then, god," he huffs, and when you just raise an eyebrow at him, he's lifting you up by your waist. he positions his cockhead at your hole, the slit just as drippy as your pussy is, and then he's lowering you down. seungmin keeps eye contact with you as you lower onto his shaft, thick and stretching you with a gasp.

"that's big, seungmin," you murmur, and seungmin grins.

"yeah? big enough for you?" it's your turn to slap him playfully, and then you're grinding along his cock. you consider briefly that you may be getting addicted to it, the way his cockhead presses deep against your cervix in this position.

seungmin isn't fairing too well, either. all cocky comments he had in his head have disappeared, mind going fuzzy at the feeling of you on his cock. this is what he's been waiting for? it's been fucking worth it, definitely. you're going to have trouble getting his cock out of you from now on.

"god, how has- how has no one sat on this before? it's fucking- it's so good, seungmin," you huff, and despite feeling the burn in your thighs, you start to bounce. the sudden movement has his fingertips digging into your hips painfully, and with one thrust of his hips meeting yours, he's cumming. you feel it before you recognise it, but you giggle anyway, bouncing just a bit more to let him ride out his orgasm.

he fills you up to the point it starts to drip back out onto his pubic hair, and then he yanks you down to lay on his chest. "give me five minutes," he yawns, hand threading into your hair. he's still inside you, cock softening but still feeling so, so full. "give me five minutes, and i'll fuck you properly, nice and dirty. i'll make you cum."

#juno’s asks ♡#user: goblinracha #asks: ot8

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nwjws · 7 months

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when you break something important to him - yjw 🎐

; pairing - idol!jungwon x gf!reader

; synopsis - you didn't mean to break jungwon's ipad, and he didn't mean to let all his stress and anger out on you.

; tags - fluff, angst? one shot, ; warnings - swearing, jungwon gets pretty mad, but he also ends up begging for your forgiveness, not proofread so there may be typos/grammar errors and other things i missed

; wc - 2.1k

; author's corner! this was requested! not my best work, but i hope u enjoy! :)

you're in deep shit.

staring at the broken screen of your boyfriend's ipad, you know you're in trouble.

with jungwon's schedule packed with practice and shows, you decided you wanted him to come back to a clean and tidy home. so you used the spare key he'd given you to enter the boy's dorms and do them a favour.

upon opening the door, you were met by the sight of clothes spread around the floor, piled on top of each other. unwashed dishes sat in the sink, and- is that a receipt from something sunghoon bought two months ago?

yeah, you had your work cut out for you.

taking a deep breath in, you mentally prepare yourself for the next hour or two.

you got through it though, and seeing the place get cleaner made you feel proud of yourself. it's like the dorms suddenly increased in space, with the lack of clothes and displaced furniture littering the rooms.

you only had to polish the surfaces though. so you'd been wiping the dining table absent mindedly, thinking about how jungwon would react once he saw the place. maybe you could even pull a few kisses out of him.

but you should have paid more attention, and you would have noticed his ipad sitting on the side of the table.

the device fell to the tiled floor with a loud crack, having fallen on its corner before flopping onto it's screen. you'd knocked it off the edge.

a gasp escapes you, and you quickly knelt down to inspect the damage.

the corner had been scratched, the damage seeping into black at the corner of the actual screen. a crack striked through the screen, and colourful lines lit up rather than the lockscreen when you turned it on.

god, how did it even manage to get that bad? you hadn't thought the fall was that bad at first. clearly you made a misjudgment.

panic seized through you as you realised how important the device was to your boyfriend, using it in his practices almost every day. and now it was sitting in your hands, broken and unusable.

your hear the door unlock and voices filtering in.

perfect timing, you groan in your head.

"oh- y/n?" you hear jungwon's voice shout in surprise, the happiness in his voice making you apprehensive.

"hi..." you greet him weakly, trying to hide the broken ipad behind your back.

"wow, you cleaned up the place?" riki gasped. "it's amazing!"

"i wish i had a girlfriend who'd do this for me," heeseung chuckles, placing his bag on the table.

"oh my god, what's this?" you hear sunoo gasp from behind you.

you quickly spin around, turning to look at him, while the device stayed behind your back. you and the boy stare at each other with wide eyes, and you're about to say something, when jungwon speaks up.

"y/n... what happened here?"

only then do you realise that you'd forgotten jungwon was right behind you after turning to face sunoo.

"i... accidentally knocked it off the table..." you admit hesitantly. "it happened just before you guys entered."

"ah..." jungwon sighed, taking the ipad from your hands.

you gulped as you watched him check the device, before deeming it completely useless, seeing as it couldn't even show the screen.

he gave heeseung a look, who then signalled the others to go to their rooms. they didn't want to see their leader angry after a long and tiring day on stage.

"look at this... do you even realise how stupid that was? how am i supposed to practice tomorrow?" jungwon says to you, pinching his nose bridge.

"i know... i'm so sorry. i should have been more careful."

"yeah you have! i just wanted to come home and rest today, you know? but now i have something else to deal with after a busy day."

"i'll buy you a new one," you offer.

"no, i just- i don't want to talk about this right now. not to you," he shakes his head and turns away, opening his phone to text his manager. "it might have been better if you never came in the first place."

you're shocked. you understood that he had a tiring day dancing - that's why you wanted to try and lift some weight off his shoulders. but is he seriously disregarding your own efforts?

"are you being for real right now?"

"yes i am, why wouldn't i be?" he challenged. "i just spent all day on stage, using up all my energy, and i come home just wanting to sleep but instead i have another problem to deal with?!"

"i just wanted to help you!"

"i didn't need your help! it did less for me than you thought," he shouts.

"you aren't the only one working your ass off all day! i also have my own job, and still decided to go here straight after to clean up the dorm - which, by the way, was so messy?! it's like you guys don't know how to clean up after yourself."

"you know we don't have time! isn't that why you wanted to help?"

"oh, so you're twisting my words on me now, huh? i spent two hours cleaning the floors, the dishes, i even washed the clothes just laying around! you seriously didn't have enough time in your packed schedule to just put a piece of clothing back in your closet? you just let it pile up like garbage!" you huffed out.

"if you're just gonna shout at me, leave! you know how much this is going to set me back? if you didn't break my ipad i could easily do my work with no problem," he yells at you.

"i can't believe you right now. you're letting a stupid device - which i obviously broke by accident allow you to ignore everything else i did? to get in between us?" you stare at him with exasperation in your voice. you want to cry, and it physically hurts having to stop the sobs from escaping your throat.

"what?" his tone shifts from an angry to a more dejected one.

"i know your ipad is important, and i had planned to get you a new one because of it. i just wanted to take a burden off your back. but if i'm clearly not doing enough, then i guess i wasted my time here."

you pick up your own belongings and make your way towards the exit.

"wait-" he grabs your wrist, but you shake him off.

"i'm leaving, like you asked. sleep well jungwon, you clearly need it."

jungwon hadn't left you any missed calls or texts the next day. and you hadn't really expected him to.

in your time dating him, you had learned that it was best to give him some time to process things. then you'd start pestering him to talk about it after a day or so - you two always came out of your arguments stronger this way.

by the time his first attempt at talking to you again came - a call at 10pm, of all times - you decided. decided that you wouldn't make this easy for him, not when he made it hard for you the other night.

so you ignored the call. sat and stared at your screen, waiting for him to stop.

when he did, you turned your phone off and watched some new series on your tv until you fell asleep peacefully.

the next morning, you woke up and found that your boyfriend had tried to call you five more times, but went right to voicemail since your phone was off. you also received the 20 messages he had sent.

still, you resisted the urge to reply, and went off to the store.

again, jungwon tried calling you throughout the day, when he presumably had breaks during practice. every time your phone lit up and rang that familiar tone, your fingers itched to press answer and accept his apology and offer for a date out on the town. but you persisted in your resolve to keep him on his toes. he's going to have to grovel for your forgiveness.

after picking out a new ipad, you paid and left the store with the box in your hands. you fished your phone out of your pocket and finally turned your phone off again, so his incessant calls would stop disturbing your peaceful shopping (read: everyone was giving you weird looks for not answering the ringing of your phone).

someone should give you an award for not giving into your strong urges to do so.

looking at the time, you think jungwon's probably leaving practice now. no doubt he'd find you soon, if he wasn't already on the way.

is it unfair? you ask yourself, but you know the answer is no. jungwon had been completely unreasonable during the argument. you understood he was tired and how important the tablet was to him, but it didn't give him an excuse to overlook everything else you did. to shout at you like that, over something stupid like a cracked screen, none the less.

okay... maybe it was more than a cracked screen. you should apologise for it again.

"y/n!" ah, there he is.

you turn to see the face of your lovely boyfriend, who's been chasing you all day.

"jungwon." he ran up to you, panting, but not giving himself time to breathe when he took your hands in his.

"please, y/n. i'm sorry, really," he started, staring at you with those wide, beautiful eyes. "i know i was harsh, and it was stupid. you did so much for me, a big favour, and i had the audacity to react like that. over an ipad!" he laughed.

"i'm literally the biggest idiot on earth. in the whole universe. you're amazing, you know? i feel like you give me way more than i give back to you. so i want to show you how sorry i am.

"let's go watch the latest movie at the cinema tomorrow. it's on me. and then, i'll ask for some time off so we can go to that butterfly garden 20 minutes away - i'll try to catch some for you. not that they'd be as pretty as you, though."

you watched as he gradually lowered to his knees, looking up at you with pleading eyes. you quickly pulled him back up, shaking your head.

"don't- don't beg for my forgiveness," you sigh. "i understand. i'm sorry too, for breaking your ipad. so i got you this-" you handed him the bag that held his new ipad. his jaw dropped as he took it from you, gaping back at you.

"thank you..." he trailed off softly. in disbelief.

"this doesn't mean i forgive you just yet, though," you harrumphed. "you'll have to work harder. that butterfly garden does sound nice."

jungwon smiled and followed as you began walking away, arms folded.

"i'll bring you to that cat cafe downtown," he said, trying to take your hand in his, but you refused.

"even if you're allergic to them?"

"i'll just take my meds," he shrugged nonchalantly. "as long as you're happy. i know you love their little calico."

you gasp, remembering the adorable cat from the cafe. "i miss him so much! can we go now?"

"you have your own cat! me!" he pouted, going in front of you to stop you.

"well, it seems like my 'own kitty's' been misbehaving," you rolled your eyes playfully.

"i know, i know! i'm sorry. i'll bring you there right now."

jungwon called for a driver, who picked you two up and dropped you off at the cat cafe.

you failed to keep your snickers to yourself as you watched him sit in your booth, sniffing and rubbing at his (now red) nose, while you played with the cute little cats.

the corners of your mouth tug upward when you see him open the case you had bought, which you had customised at the store to have your lipstick stains all over it. he immediately ran to you and snaked his arms around your waist, hoisting you up into the air, and spinning you around while shouting 'thank you, i love you'.

"i love you too," you laugh as you kiss him on the cheek, leaving another mark on his face, identical to those on his new ipad's case.

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aryxchse · 21 days

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No cause now I need more. Like I don't know headcannons or something about how they got together and how their parents reacted.

LIKR IMAGINE THE FAMILY GATHERINGS!SGAHSJSKSN

Something- anything please I am begging😭

percy jackson x daughter of amphitrite! reader headcanons.

a / n : feeding my inner self ship here LMAO and also this is literally headcanons that made up from my ass, so idk if amphitrite would have a cabin, because they didn't make one even for her honor sooo.. yeah

warnings : cursing, fighting, blood mention, injury mention, basically just two waterbenders in love

- it was all camp half blood's fault

- you didn't had a cabin of your own, but they thought you staying in the poseidon cabin was the best decision

- well it was.. until percy got claimed

- you both had to share the same cabin, and he wasn't the best at keeping it clean

- all those years, getting a 10 from the cabin check, you got 5 because of him

- and it made you furious

- but, a nice girl you are, instead of breaking his heart, you warned him

- "next time we get a 5 from the cabin check, i will break your surfboard into pieces 😊"

- "yes ma'am 🫡" no ofc he didn't said that

- but he thought that as he nervously shake his head

- well, he didn't really had a time to clean his cabin, so the promise was forgotton

- and you learned to pick up after his back

- it was a beautiful afternoon when annabeth barged into your cabin

- "percy's in a fight and we can't stop him."

- these are the questions that you should've asked when she said that : what's that have to do with me? what am i even gonna do? why are you coming to me? what the fu-

- but what you did instead : run to percy

- alright, i guess you two have a bond now

- "alright seaweed brain, get your ass back up," you said as you yanked grabbed him by the arm and pushing him aside

- he tried to run to the boy he was beating back again, but you just pushed him by his chest and slowly lead him to your cabin

- "dude what the hell is going on with you?" you asked as you both enter. he was panting, sitting on his bed and holding his head. "percy? i asked you a question."

- "he was saying something shitty about you, and i couldn't just stand there and listen him. okay?" he said, not facing you.

- oh

- ooohhhhhh

- 😏

- "why though?" you sat next to him on the bed, too suprised to even get mad at him

- "you always got my back in cabin check so, i got your back outside, i guess." he simply shrugged

- alright mr in love

- and with that, you both got really close

- this was your breaking point in 'awkward energy'

- surfing competitions where it's just you two racing? check

- married dolphin and shark plushies? check

- going to an aquarium? double check

- the animals were once your enemy back then because of your mother, was your friends now

- same as percy

- and when you both started dating, percy realised how relaxed he was around you

- like when he was little, he would listen to ocean sounds to calm himself down after a stressful day

- and you have the same affect on him

- later he learned that children of amphitrite have that affect on children of poseidon and that's why annabeth bringed you that day

- talking of the parents

- the meeting was the most hilarious thing happened to you both

- because they already knew

- one time. ONE TIME YOU KISSED PERCY UNDERWATER AND THE FUCKING FISH WERE ALREADY EVERYWHERE-

- "ohh lord perseus and princess y/n"

- "ohh they're kissing"

- and suprisingly gossip spreads around ocean VERY FAST

- you both got a call from atlantic or smth to get there fast

- they weren't angry or anything, poseidon loved you and weirdly your mom loved percy

- they were just.. suprised

- "what type of history shit is going on here-"

- "POSEIDON."

- you understand where percy got his humor from now

- alright moving on to real parent SALLY MF JACKSON!!

- you think you being her ex's wife's daughter will make her hate you?

- well yeah, but sally jackson is the definition of angel

- and she doesn't care about your godly side as long as you're making percy happy by just being in his life

- so as you can say, you guys are already besties

- moving on again to u and percy

- underwater kisses duh

- silly blue shirts about fishes

- watching ariel, moana, lost fish nemo and dory and all of the sea shit together

- and recreating the musical scenes

- you having a signature pegasus friend like him

- and him having a dolphin one like you

- you guys just rule the lake atp

- living in the same cabin is the best thing ever happened to percy

- because he get to cuddle you EVERY NIGHT without having to worry about getting caught

- and tyson? basically your children

- seashell jewelry gifts from percy

- always wearing blue together

- also eating blue food

- this fic is really long rn but you both are yue and sokka tbh

- give yue one more chance!!

#and give amphitrite and hera a chance!!#perseus jackson x you #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy x you #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson headcanon #pjo show #pjo tv show

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done-with-the-shit · 11 months

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->Relationship Headcanons<-

Chuuya x Reader

This is the first time I write headcanons so it may not be very good.. Also English is not my first language, please keep that in mind while reading! Ty and enjoy♡

Anime: Bungou Stray Dogs

Characters: Chuuya Nakahara

Note: GN!Reader

///SFW///

I imagine that after an eternity of denying his feelings, he angrily confessed to you without even realising he did😃

Like you'd be minding your own business and he just randomly comes to you screaming in your face about how he hates the fact that he loves you or something...

After that he will most likely lock himself in his office and regret his life decisions😕

But you will go to him and also confess your undying obsession love for him so it's all fine!

Anyways as for when you two start actually dating he would be such a lovely boyfriend♡

Very romantic for sure~

Like definitely buys you flowers 'cause why not?

He'd also spoil the hell out of you.

He works for the mafia after all so money isn't a problem for him😉

If you are taller than him please don't tease him!! (my man's only 5'3🤭)

After all he is still growing!

Lots of PDA.. that's all I'm gonna say

He enjoys taking you out to fancy dinners, but he also loves spending nights in, just watching TV and maybe drinking some wine with you~

You are the only person who can wear his hat and coat^-^

He secretly likes to see you in his clothing but you didn't hear that from me~

Chuuya is very good at cooking😌 so if you can't cook he will do it for you... he may even teach you if you want!

He also loves all the affection you give him!!

Even if you just hug or kiss him he will be melting in your hands literally

Being his usual self fucking tsundere he won't admit that he likes cuddling with you, but don't be fooled, he very much enjoys being spooned and loved by you!

Chuuya needs to be the little spoon! My boy deserves all the love you can give him!! (Just don't tell Dazai 'cause he won't stop bothering our chibi about it😔)

He's also secretly scared of hurting you with his ability, so he's super careful around you.

All in all he is such a softy with us🥺

Anyways.. let's get to the interesting stuff~~

///NSFW///

Let's be honest this boy is a fucking switch😤

So I imagine him as a soft dom and a braty sub (don't ask why though👀)

And he is definitely open to trying all your kinks you nasty whore😒

But who am I kidding I have no right to judge..

Anyways.. I bet he has a knife and bandage kink

I mean just imagine yourself all tied up with this small man on top of you!!

Or the other way around😏

He enjoy biting you.. (that's all I'm gonna say)

I personally think that he only dom's in two occasions..

First being if you had a rough day and he just wants to make you feel better~

Another reason for you to let him dom is when he is angry at something or someone.. yk to help him relieve stress (if he doesn't ask you to fuck him instead😉)

All the other times?

Oh this boy will be begging you to fuck him while explaining how he is still the one in control denial

I mean as a said earlier he is pretty much a tsundere so..

Because of that you'd have to be someone he really, really trusts for him to let you take control

But once you get his trust? Oh boy you are in for it I'm telling you😩😩

He is going to be such a brat and would love to push you to your limit~

But don't worry he is actually pretty easy to handle

Just pin him beneath you and he will shut up..

And if he doesn't just tug at his choker! What else would he wear it for!?

Oh boy do not forget that beautiful hair of his😍

It's just made for pulling~

PRAISE KINK PRAISE KINK PRAISE KINK

Do I really need to say more??

Loud? Yes..

His moans are so incredibly loud like he doesn't hold back😩😫

Edging and overstimulation?

He loves hates it.. And will not tell you otherwise

But his favourite part is the aftercare~

Baby is so tired he needs your help!!

Take him to the bathroom and give him a nice warm bath (he deserves it for being such a good boy for you😖)

Loves it when you give him a lots of kisses and cuddles afterwards~

>>MORE OF MY WORKS<<

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giuliadesu · 5 months

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𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨 | han jisung

kpop | giuliadesu

fem!reader ⍛ hurt/comfort; depression, insecurity, anxiety ⍛ 1k w

volcano by han

sometimes, being friends with jisung was hard. it didn’t have to do with the fact that he was an idol known worldwide, often busy with promotions and concerts, no. after knowing and witnessing firsthand some of the darkest days in his life, you made it a point to never show him your weakest side, the one prone to depression and self-loathing; you didn’t want him to worry over your wellbeing when he needed to focus on his own things to be happy. you tried your best to be a little ball of sunshine whenever you spent time together, allowing the boy to either bask in the warmth you hoped to give him, or to soak it up whenever the darkness started creeping up on him.

but it was hard nonetheless, especially when you were the one being dragged back into the darkest recesses of your mind.

you had been back in seoul for a coupe of months now, after spending half a year abroad for a job opportunity, and jisung decided to drop by to finally spend some time together — it had been far too long for his likings.

he noticed something was off whenever you called or facetimed, yet the idea of asking you directly never seemed good; after all, the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable.

now that you were home, though, jisung decided that the best way to deal with whatever was going on through that pretty head of yours was cuddling while watching your favourite anime. maybe he was being a bit selfish, but he missed his little sunshine.

“do you think it’s okay to be this insignificant?”

your voice was muffled from where you were resting against his chest. jisung glanced down, noticing how your small hands were tightened up into small balls over his hoodie.

“but you are not insignificant.”

he felt your body become tense against his, yet silently waited for the rest of the rant he hoped would come.

“… not being able to get a job, dropping out of university, being stuck inside this body and in this life — it’s not much of an accomplishment or stuff to be proud of.”

he stayed silent, carefully considering what you’d just shared. why did you never tell him any of this? was this the reason why you where so thin now, compared to when he dropped you off at the airport all those months ago? had you been starving yourself because of stress and depression?

“at the end of the day, the people around you are not going to care about all that, you know?”

he perceived anger boiling through you.

“but i do. at the end of the day, i am the one having to deal with all of this-”

“-and you are so, so, so strong for that.”

he smiled and cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. the sight of your pretty eyes rimmed in red from the tears you were holding back was painful, he could feel his heart clench.

“you don’t even know how proud i am of you. you still made it through, you are making it through!”

one tear, then another; one sniffle, then another. crying in front of han wasn’t on your to do list for the day, yet the sincerity of his words and the warmth of his gaze cut right through your heart. you buried your face in the crook of his neck, holding him tight. he held you back with equal strength, allowing your trembling body to shake all it wanted.

“i’m sorry for not realising sooner what was going on, i should’ve taken a plane to reach you when i started suspecting something was off. but you are not alone, ‘kay? please, rely on me! i want to be by your side when you’re feeling like this, i want to help you see the beauty in and around you. i- i want to make you happy…”

you could feel your heart stop, then beating again like crazy. why did he have to say something like that now of all times?!

“it’s not your fault, ji… i just shut off everyone, i felt ashamed of my own feelings and responsible for all that was going on. i kept wondering how someone like you could stand to be around me, i mean, look at you! a successful music producer and idol, an all-rounder in your field, an amazing person… you could have literally anyon-”

“-but i want you. i am the person i am now because you were by my side when everything went dark. you were my sun, you embraced all my scars and imperfections, turning the tide so that all my cons are pros now. you were next to me when i had panic attacks, you were hugging me whenever i was crying. how could i love someone else the way i love you?”

you finally looked up. his eyes were glossy, shining from a flutter of emotions.

“like a volcano, love at a temperature that can melt when touched take me to you, way below to the end of the ground it’s okay if everything burns down even if i go back hundred of times, my choice is always you, so i can melt into you hug my body even if it hurts, it’s okay among the cold and harsh waves i need your heat, you are my volcano”

“that song was for you. i wrote it with you in mind all those years ago when i realised you were more than my best friend.”

he chuckled, stroking your head before moving some strands aways from your face.

“you really are a volcano: you bottle everything up for the longest times, then you explode. sometimes it’s a big event, loud and scary; other times it’s the gentle flow of lava, still scary yet fascinating to look at, with your eyes red with unshed tears.”

his hands found your cheeks again, and you let yourself melt at the contact.

“if i am a volcano, then you are the ground that supports me — anytime, anywhere.”

the kiss was slightly salty from the tears you both let out, but it was perfectly imperfect like the both of you.

i’ll protect you, it’s okay to hurt; i’ll embrace the wounds you shed.

#𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 #𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 #𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 #𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨 #kpop #kpop x female reader #kpop x reader #stray kids x female reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids #skz x reader #skz #skz imagines #han jisung #jisung x reader #jisung x female reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung x you

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 1 year

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STRAYKIDS REACTS

Pairing: OT8

Genre: 🌶️🌶️

Summary: You send them nudes

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, some of this content makes references to nudity and some angsty moments....

Chan

Chan is rehearsing for a show later that night.

You are backstage and know that Chan is about to go on break.

You send him a photo of yourself in your newly purchased lingerie.

You go and sit in the arena, watching the boys perform.

Chan pulls out his phone while waiting for the next song.

He pauses for a moment and quickly places his phone back in his office.

He looks out to the seating and shakes his head at you.

You hear, "Okay, take a break, guys. Good work.”

You start walking to the backstage area

Chan met you in the hallway.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he says, pulling you to the side

You smile seductively as he places his hands on either side of your head.

He lifts your chin with his index finger

“I’m going to fuck you….right here….right now.”

Chan slides one hand down your arm locking his fingers with yours.

He repeats with the other hand, sliding your arms up the wall above your head.

“Shall we take this into the dressing room?"

He leans in and kisses your lips softly.

Minho

Minho was on tour, and you missed him.

You missed his touch and how he would wrap his arms around your waist as you slept.

You decided you wanted to send him a photo, so he doesn’t forget that you’re thinking of him.

You take a picture of yourself naked on the bed and send it to him.

Not even 5 minutes later, you receive a call

“Hello,” you say sweetly.

“How’s my needy baby….want me to talk you through?" Minho whispered, so you knew he was probably still at work.

You whimper, "Baby, aren't you working?" down the phone, not wanting to distract him from his position.

“No baby, you are what’s most important to me,” he said over the phone.

“Let me take care of my baby," he begged on the phone.

You finally convinced Minho to call you when he returns to his room.

Later that night, Minho would video call you and talk you through one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

“Promise me, baby, you will always call me when you're needy.”

“I promise,” you say, out of breath from the mind-blowing orgasm.

Changbin

Changbin was in the middle of a studio session with the boys.

As he casually glanced at his phone, he became engrossed in it

When he saw a photo of your exposed body, his eyes widened as he stared at it

He quickly looked around to check if anyone had seen him.

He would reply, “baby….are you really missing me that much?"

“Do you like what you see?"

“Yes baby, you look so good….but baby, I’m working right now” the boys were starting to notice him on his phone

“I really need you right now”, you whine at him through text

“I’ll be home soon. I’m almost done” he tucks his phone in his pocket and returns to work.

After another hour, Changbin decides his day is over and starts to pack up.

Once Changbin walks through the door, “I’m home.”

You greet Changbin by running and jumping on him.

He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his hips.

“My baby’s been teasing me all day” he moves your hair to the side, kissing down your neck.

Hyunjin

Felix and Hyunjin were lying down watching tiktoks on Hyunjin’s phone when your text message popped up.

Hyunjin without realising Felix was next to him opens the text message.

A gasp erupts from Felix as he sees the image on Hyunjin's screen.

Hyunjin would drop the phone on his face in panic.

“OMG….Felix close your eyes” he would scream as he rolled off the bed.

“I am so sorry Hyunjin. I swear I didn’t see anything”

Hyunjin texts immediately saying, "OMG Felix saw you!"

He would start to freak out, you decided to call him.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his over reaction.

“You are such a drama queen" you laughed.

“Baby he saw you hoo ha” he was so stressed for you.

You made Hyunjin put you on loud speaker.

You spoke to Felix who agreed to never speak of this again.

“Seee babe he’s not going to say anything” you continue to laugh.

Hyunjin began to calm down after Felix started laughing.

Han

Your friend was a practicing photographer.

She had to do a boudoir photo shoot for her diploma.

Han had also had a massive day at work with his packed schedule.

He walked into the apartment looking exhausted.

He placed his laptop case on the table and said, "Hey honey...how was your day?".

"OMG amazing…. I did a boudoir shoot,” you said excitedly.

“Oh that’s nice…what’s boudoir?” He said walking over and getting a bottle of water.

“It’s pictures that you take in your lingerie“ you smile as Han spits out his water.

“Can I see you?" he asked, wiping his mouth with his hoodie sleeve.

"Oh, of course baby, I did it for you” you smile at him as he blushes and walks over.

Han sits next to you on the couch as you scroll through the amazing photo your friend took.

“Holy shit” his mouth drops as he stares at the way you cover the critical parts of your body with silk sheets.

“That right there is so fucking hot” he gulps.

"Really?" you ask, wanting confirmation that he really meant it.

“Oh fuck yeah….I’ve got the biggest hard on right now” he says leaning in to kiss you.

You giggle as he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom.

He swings the door shut with his foot as he says, "I want you to give him a private boudoir show."

Felix

Felix loved it when you sent him nudes. He would even beg for them most days.

“Babe….you up?" he would text.

“Yeah… I’m up,” you texted him back.

It was late, around 3am in the morning.

“I need your help with something.”

“Of course…whatever you need.”

You know what Felix wants, so send him a sexy photo of yourself.

“Fuck babe, your body is so beautiful”, he would reply

“You make me so fucking horny”, he would continue.

You proceed to sext with Felix through text.

Felix would reply by sending you videos of himself jerking off back.

“Your photos turn me on so much.”

You continue to sext back and forth until Felix decides it’s time for him to go to sleep.

“I’m heading to bed, babe…but I love you and can’t wait to come home to you.”

“I love you too,” you would reply.

You missed Felix so much. His touch and kisses, the fact that he still needed you, made your heart flutter. You would smile at yourself as you drifted off to sleep.

Seungmin

You were bored watching TV in your boyfriend's apartment.

You couldn’t think of anything to do so you thought it would be a fun idea to take some nudes to surprise Seungmin with.

You stepped into the bathroom and took some semi-naked photos.

You wanted to send them to Seungmin, however he had mentioned before he found them distasteful.

You thought about it and decided to send them anyway.

“What the fuck Y/N?" you got back almost immediately.

“Sorry Minnie…. I’m just lonely" you respond.

“ You know how I feel about nudes..."

"But Minnie, don't you think I look sexy?" you replied to him.

“ Of course you look sexy..."

Seungmin would step into another room and delete the photos from his phone.

“I am coming home now” he texted you before excusing himself.

Once he got home he would scold you some more.

“Why do you think I would want you to send me that?” He would continue at home.

“I thought you might find it sexy…I don’t know” you said trying to get away.

“Do you not respect yourself?” he would say pinning your back to the wall and slowly kissing down your neck.

Seungmin would proceed to show you just how much he appreciated your body.

Jeongin

The relationship with Jeongin was only recently established.

Jeongin was in one of the biggest Kpop groups to ever come out of Korea.

You wanted to show him why he chose you as his girlfriend.

It was midday and you knew from Jeongin's schedule that he was at dance practice.

He wouldn’t be looking at his phone but you wanted him to know that you missed him.

So you decided to take a rather raunchy picture of yourself.

Jeongin stops to grab a drink of water while reading his messages as he always does during short breaks.

He sees your naked body and immediately his cock twitches in his pants.

Jeongin would excuse himself from practice and duck into the bathroom.

“Why does she do this to me?" he groans as he pulls his pants down and starts masturbating.

He would call you after puffing to let you know he was totally in love with your photos and couldn’t wait to get home.

“You better be spread out like that for me when I get home tonight”

You would giggle and say “what are you intending to do if I’m not?"

A/N : Thank you so much for reading my work ❤️ any like and reblog is muchly appreciated.

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sungiesbabygirl · 5 months

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summary : after your mother re married, you find out that you have stepbrothers. Feeling odd feelings for them that no sibling should feel. It’s only a matter of time before they confess. Which one will it be first? - my imagination

warnings : step!cest, swearing, mutual pining, age gap (the boys are older by 2 years)

pairings : enha!0t7 x fem!reader

a/n : hey guys, so this is a new story I'm writing. It will have multiple parts so please be patient with me for these updates. I'm also sorry this is so short, it was suppose to be longer but I didn't want to bore anyone. I'm also a fairly new writer so no hate please....

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This was a pain in my ass, I hated every single second of it but I couldn’t exactly refuse and go home.

I guess your wondering why I want to go home but can’t, am I right? Well my mum recently re-married to one of the parks, you know the parks that own those really really high fashioned and marketed companies? Yeah them. Unfortunately for me I had to move in with my mums new fiancé, it’s not as bad as it sounds and he’s not the reason I want to go home per say.

The reason I want to go home is because I have 7 step brothers that my mother just happened not to mention. Now don’t get me wrong it’s not at all as bad as I’m making it sound, apart from the fact they’re insanely attractive and day by day I’m going crazy. I know its not normal to like your step siblings but.. when they look like my step brothers its kinda hard not too-

"Y/N get down here right now!", my eyebrows furrow in confusion as I get pulled out my thoughts by my mother screaming bloody murder from downstairs.

Pulling myself up from the comfort of my bed made me realise how quiet it was after my mother had stopped yelling. 'mmh, that's weird. what are they up to now?'. My mind ran with absurd thoughts that I knew could never be true, as my feet padded against the cold wooden floor. It felt like a million years before I reached the kitchen where I saw a mess that was beyond bad, my furious mother standing right beside it giving me a look that said 'if you don't explain I will get out the wooden spoon.'

"Y/N, can you explain to me why you made this mess and tried getting jay to clean it up?", my mother said in that aggressive voice I absolutely hated.

My mind turns blank as I look from the mess, to my mother and then back to the mess. "I swear I didn't do any of that, I haven't even been downstairs this morning." desperation laced in my voice. The air felt a little colder now, maybe it was due to the fact my mother was glaring daggers at me or the fact I was wearing shorts. I couldn't tell.

It all felt very tense my mother has never once blamed me for creating messes and not cleaning up after myself, considering the fact I've been living with her all my life.

"Oh stop lying to me Y/N, first you make a mess in the kitchen then you try denying it, and now your ignoring poor jay who had to suffer with your sorry ass. I'm sick of it." The voice of my mother says, a mix of stress and exhaustion in her voice making my eyes trail to the floor in shame.

Its silent for a few minutes until a low voice that sounded like honey starts to speak from the doorway of the kitchen, "um.. miss l/n, I'm so sorry for creating this mess. There was an emergency at my work so I had to go and sort it out. Please don't blame y/n."

Looking up from the floor my body instinctively turns around, breath hitching in a heart beat as I look at the figure leaning against the doorway. Lee heeseung. I slowly let my eyes run down his body noticing the way his muscles flex under his black shirt and the way his eyes seem darker under his black cap.

As my eyes make their way back up to his face, my eyes connect with his making my cheeks heat up and my body quickly turn away from him failing to notice the smirk on his lips. My mother looks at him in shock a tense air hanging around the room making me shift uncomfortably. "I'm so sorry heeseung, if I knew it was your mess I would have cleaned it up for you."

I let out a small scoff at the audacity my mother held, 'she would do it for him but not for me, it wasn't even my mess.' Feeling a hand on my shoulder bought me out of my thoughts for the second time this morning, but god did I wish I had stayed in those thoughts. As I looked up, my eyes once again held contact with heeseungs dark brown orbs, it was like we were both having a staring contest.. only this one was a fight between instincts and desire.

Clearing my throat I quickly step away from him, noticing the way jay intensely stared at us. 'what the hell is his problem?'. I look up at my mother who already has the cleaning products out and is now halfway through cleaning the mess that heeseung claimed to have made. We all know the only thing he can make is ramen noodles.

"Y/n you can go back upstairs now, you aren't needed anymore.", my jaw falls slack open as I hear what my mother said, she made me come all the way downstairs just to argue with me about something I didn't do? What a waste of time seriously.

Nodding my head was the only thing I could do in that moment, not that she would be able to see it considering her back was facing me but I didn't feel like wasting my voice on her. As I walk away I feel eyes digging into the back of me, I turn around expecting my mother to be glaring at me for not replying to her. But to my surprise, I saw not just heeseung but jays eyes running down the back of my figure. Before turning my head back forward, heeseung looks up at me giving me a subtle wink and putting his lip between his teeth. My cheeks flush a deep red as I quickly face forward. I was so telling beomgyu about this.

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mymuseagustd · 1 year

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#3 All I Want Is A Break (Part 2)

Y/N and Yoongi are best friends, then lovers, until he decides he wants to find out what life can be without her.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader + Taehung and Jungkook

Genre: Non-IdolAU / Angst / Smut

Warnings: Curse words/ heartache/ Smut

Word count: 3.5K+

PART 1

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"Baby…" Yoongi's lips were going down my neck, but it was his voice that was pulling me in more. I was sure it was just his voice that could get me off. We hadn't ever tried it, but I was sure if it ever came to the point where only his voice was available, I would still be all set. "Stop dreaming about me when I'm next to you," He bit my chin lightly, pulling me out of my trance.

"Don't call me baby," I slid my hands down his body and groped his still-covered cock when he had me stripped instantly.

"But, you're my baby," He pouted, pushing his lips out. "How will people know you're mine?" his fingers moved in and out of me like they had known their way around my body since forever. They had, and it felt nice to belong to someone. I had seen a house where love was always transactional. With Yoongi, nothing ever was. He always gave, was always patient, and I was so in love with him.

"Okay, you can call me baby. Make sure it's always loud and clear," I pushed him down the bed, so I could get him out of his tight jeans and show him my true devotion to him. "Make everyone hear you, so they know who you belong to as well,"

"Baby…" He moaned, his hands pulling my hair together, as I wrapped my tongue around him, "Baby…."

"BABY!"

My head jerked and hit my bedside table.

"BABY!" Taehyung was yelling from the kitchen, his favourite thing to do when he took up cooking which was very often. I sat up straight and looked around my room. I was spending too much time in it. The sweat on my neck couldn't really confirm my emotion behind the kind of dream I was having, but my body was very frustrated. This was the longest I had gone without any action, and with the accumulating stress, the last two months had not been easy.

"BABY, BABY, BABY!" Tae sang/shouted again.

"Don't call me baby." I groaned, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water.

"Finally! You're up! You've been sleeping all morning, and I'm making fajitas," He was awfully chirpy for 2 PM.

"My body is too pent up. I think I need to take some dancing classes to get it moving cause the gym is making it worse," I sat down on the counter, treating myself to some sour cream with some leftover chips.

"I think you need to get fucked," Tae said nonchalantly.

I paused, "you think I should go ask Yoongi for some? We didn't really discuss this break…"

"No, you broke up with him. It was evident he has moved on when we all saw him at the club. You need someone new," I gulped as Tae spoke. He realised my discomfort, "Look, Y/N, I'm not going to lie to you and make it sound like it is better than what's reality. I hate seeing you like this, though. And we have discussed this. His asking for a break was unfair. And, even though you have painted an amazing picture of him for us, he is still not out that door asking you back."

"I know, I know," I nodded. We had discussed this a lot. "I just am not ready for a relationship."

"Relationship? No one is recommending that. No, you have been with one guy your entire life! And healing that scar will need a lot of therapy which, by the way, congratulations for starting, but there are one-night stands, rendezvous, situationships waiting to be explored. Please don't get a boyfriend, get a fuck-friend."

"Ooooh, like Nadia…" I smirked. Nadia was very interested in learning the ins and outs of the course she was sharing with Tae and was not against studying the ins and outs of Tae. The poor girl was infatuated with him, and Tae was playing the classic fuckbuddy.

"Yeah, exactly like Nadia!" This poor boy was so clueless.

"Okay, I will let you know when I am ready for a rendezvous, is it?" I said, disgusted. "Gross, what is wrong with you?" I walked off.

"It's what it's called!" He laughed.

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"Jae, I really don't want to meet anyone new. Trust me!" Yoongi wanted to clarify, but Jae was too excited to meet the girls he had met at his internship. Yoongi repeated it twice in the car and then at the club, but Jae was not receptive.

"Tia! Hey baby! Here lemme introduce you to my friend, Yoongi!" Tia was a design major from the same university, and even though she was lovely and sexy in the little black dress she wore, Yoongi was not interested. He wasn't rude, though, so he introduced himself and kept talking to her through the night.

They were laughing about something insignificant when Maria came up wanting to take pictures. Yoongi instinctively put his arms around her, stopping her from falling as he made her laugh again. The pictures were clicked, and Tia tightened his arm around her, bringing herself closer. Yoongi was a bit surprised. It wasn't like he wasn't offered chances to be with other women, but no one had been that forward. Usually, Y/N was with him, so the territories were always established, more by him for her, than for himself. Y/N, she was..is gorgeous, he thought. She could light up a party just by walking into it. Made everyone feel included, except when she was nervous, like she had been with his new friends, and that's when she kept herself very close to him. He liked how she fit into his body like she was just made for him. Tia kept coming closer to Yoongi, sticking her body to him, and it felt so foreign he had to take a step back, "let me get us a drink?"

"Yeah! I'll come with you!" Tia nodded, and they made their way down to the bar.

"What would you like?" Yoongi asked Tia, trying to get the bartender's attention.

"Vodka soda!" Tia waved her glass and looked around, "hey! That's Jungkook!" Tia yelled, pointing at the dance floor for Yoongi to place him, "He is the coolest human in my design class! His work is insane!" Yoongi's eyes followed Tia's direction to the dance floor. There he was, dancing and making a girl swirl to the beat as she laughed. He stumbled, his back hitting the bar. "You okay?" Tia asked.

His eyes didn't leave her. She looked gorgeous, somewhat thinner. Why was she thinner? But so sexy, dancing to the beat on the stage. Y/N did have a way of capturing the scene. She threw her head back as Jungkook whispered something in her ear and swirled her around with him.

"Yoongi?" Tia repeated.

"Yeah, yes, I am good, I'm good, here," He handed her the glass. "When you go up, could you let Jae or Sara, even Maria know that I've left? I'm just gonna go home. Not feeling too well." He left for the door before Tia could respond.

He felt weird. "I wanted this, I wanted this," He repeated, waiting for the cab to arrive.

"Leaving already?" Tara came and stood next to him.

"Feeling weird, are you going back too?" He asked, and she nodded. "Join me," He pointed to his booked cab ride.

"I met Y/N," she said.

"Yeah?"

"She'll be fine."

Yoongi just nodded, "You really think I could also find out who I am with her?" Tara looked at him in question. "That's what you were going to say, right? Before Jae came in?"

Tara nodded, "I've known Jae and Sara since school. And Sara likes you, that should've been the first sign to not listen to that shit."

"I didn't… I'm not naive. I didn't take their idea and follow through," Yoongi explained. "My parents have been discussing marriage. They bought the ring too, can you believe it? That is my thing to do when we are ready!"

"I thought she was your best friend?" Tara questioned.

"She is my best friend. And I'm being selfish. I know. But I'm all she has ever known. Do you know what her mum said before we left for uni? She said, 'wow, looks like Y/N is in my tracks of having one man for life.' God, her parents are so toxic."

"I don't get your point?" Yoongi was more in his head than in his ongoing explanation to Tara.

"What if one-day Y/N realises that she doesn't want to be like her mom? She hates her parent's relationship, and they were together since school as well. What if she realises that what we have can translate into what her parents made of their marriage?"

"Wow, I thought you left her cause you wanted to figure out life for yourself."

"I did. I do. I want us to have a chance to figure out what not being together feels like. So, that we are sure we want this. I want to explore being young and single for a bit. Just being with myself and not having my life dictated by my parents. And she will see this. She is smart. I just don't want to have any expectations for once."

"Okay, I'm no shrink. But you need help, Yoongi," Tara cut him off. "And you clearly are very confused about her place in your life. If you don't love her, end it! It will do you both good!"

"What the fuck? When did I even say that?" Yoongi yelled. "I do love her." He wasn't in doubt at all.

"Oh, did you tell her that you were feeling stuck? Scared? Claustrophobic?"

"I literally didn't say any of those things," Yoongi sighed. Clearly, Tara did not understand his situation.

"Yeah, you're not naming it. But it is what it is. You just threw her out of your life cause Jae told you his story of toxic romances and girlfriends not having a life. And Sara, who is fucked up, by the way, made it like Y/N didn't have a life without you. And you agreed to it the entire night, and the next we know is that you are not with her anymore," Tara really did like Y/N more. "And what if she likes this break and finds someone new? What will you do?"

Yoongi didn't respond. He hadn't thought this through.

—

"So, you remember, Jungkook?" Zoya asked me as we climbed the mountain. No one could change Tae's plan, and here we were, climbing this stupid mountain under the sun.

"Who?" I asked, trying to blink through the sweat.

"The hunk who you danced with all night, you lil minx!" Zoya tickled her.

"Yes, he texted me." I laughed. "Wants to grab a coffee with me," Zoya raised her eyebrow, "soon too!"

"And, what did you say," she asked.

"I really don't want to go on a date, so I asked him if we can meet as friends," It was all that I could offer. "And we are going to meet next week."

"Are you okay? Seeing Yoongi? With that chick?" She asked.

"I don't know. I'm not thinking about it," I told her honestly.

—

Classes had started again, and all my time not working was spent at the library. I had taken up a research project, and the readings were driving me crazy. It was 11 PM, and I was still here. Thankfully, my therapy was going great. We were reworking my narrative about belonging to someone. I should belong to myself first before giving a part of myself to someone else.

With Yoongi, I had made him my safe haven, which was not fair to either of us. She made me see how I was more dependent on him and how that had influenced so many of my life decisions. Like not going on the trip with all my girlfriends because Yoongi wasn't interested or not taking classes or going to movies which I liked because Yoongi might not have enjoyed them. Instead of treating him as my friend and partner, I was wrapping my life around his choices which made me more like a crutch. Maybe that's why he felt like he needed to move on.

It had been more than three months, though, and I was okay. I missed my friend more than I missed anything else. We could talk about anything. Talk about our future, our interests, and our problems. He just got it without me having to explain it to him. He was truly my best friend. But relationships evolve, and maybe that would be us.

If he was here right now, he would totally understand why I was getting competitive in my class and why I felt I needed to take on this stupid research project.

"This is an announcement for all students. We will close the front desk in 30 minutes. Please come to the front desk for any books intended to be taken out of the library."

"Ugh!" I quickly picked up my books, which I wanted to issue under my name, and ran to the front desk. "Hey! I can still continue studying here, right?" I asked the librarian.

"Yes, we are just closing the counter." He nodded.

"Great," I really needed to finish these readings cause Tae had Nadia over, and they were unreasonably loud at night.

"Hey," I felt a shiver down my spine.

I turned around, "Yoongi…uh…hi."

"Need help carrying those?" He asked, looking at the mountain of books, the librarian was issuing for me.

"Ah no, I'm good. I carried them all here," I smiled. I pulled the books towards me.

"Wait, let me help. Can I just have this book?" He asked the librarian, who quickly issued his book. "Here," He took half my bunch, "where to?"

"Umm, I'm looking for a comfy place," I looked around.

"I know the perfect spot! C'mon," He walked off before I could respond.

We took the lift to the 5th floor, "We have a dedicated space for the architecture wing, and that place has this tiny room, with the comfiest floor sofa with a table and a coffee counter in the next room." Yoongi explained, all excited.

"Oh, we don't have to. I can find a place…."

"You'll love it. C'mon," He sped up again before I could argue.

To his word, the place was so comfy. It also had a wall of floor-length windows at the other side of the table with a beautiful view of the campus. We sat down next to each other, and I sorted my readings.

"Are you prepping for a paper?" He asked, pulling his notebook out as well.

"Research project," I answered.

"Ah," he nodded. "Read on," He smiled, getting ready to read as well.

—

Yoongi couldn't help staring at her in between reading his book. She kept biting her pencil trying to sort through her sticky notes because she always started with a colour coding system which fell apart within minutes. It was a while before she took a break and just looked out of the window.

"How are your classes going?" He asked. He had been dying to speak to her. For the first time ever, he didn't know what was happening in her life, and he had so much to tell her too. He liked this, though, sitting next to her. It felt like home.

"Not bad. It's tough, but I'm trying to do better," She responded.

"What about yours?" She asked.

"Tough. It is very new. I had to make a model the other day, and all I wanted was that little sticky tape you had for your earrings. You know, the one you stick behind your-"

"Ear tape? It's to help with the weight," She laughed.

"Fuck yeah, it would have helped so much to hold the weight of this stupid model," Yoongi took out his phone to show her pictures. The wallpaper was still her, which she didn't comment on, "look at this. It took me more than 10 days to make this, and the professor threw it against the wall."

"Wait, what the fuck?"

"Don't worry! He ended it by saying that people who had their projects thrown against the wall should be proud, which was me and four more of us."

"Proud?"

"Yeah, ours was worth him looking at and critiquing, and the other 20 kids had failed." Yoongi continued, telling her stories of all she had missed, and she instinctively told him all of hers. It was so comfortable. It was like a habit. They went out to get coffee and kept talking about places they had eaten, new content they had seen, and people they had met. "Oh, I have a friend, Jungkook, who can really help you design this landscape. I can speak to him if you like. I think he uses that software. Atleast I think so. Yeah, you can't let that bitch win? How dare she claim your idea as hers!"

"That'll be nice," Yoongi gulped, remembering him from the club, and it shook him from the trance he was in right now. "You'll be surprised. I've met loads of people like her." he didn't want their conversation to end.

They keep talking as they leave the library to walk home. Their home, which was no longer theirs, but they don't realise it as they open their takeaway order on the table and sit down to eat.

"Ugh, my back hurts so much these days. I feel like I'm sitting and reading all the time!" Y/N stretched on the sofa as she finished showing him her research proposal.

"Come here, let me massage it a bit," Yoongi made her turn so her back for facing his front. "Relax your shoulders," he massaged her neck, just like she liked it. She moaned as Yoongi hit her spots, and it went right down to his dick. It had been so long since they had been together, and the noises she was making had him a little dizzy at this time of the night. "Do you like it, baby?" He asked her.

She nodded, tipping her head back as his hands went down her back, kind of dizzy herself with this feeling. It was instinct. It had to me. You couldn't tell who kissed first, but Yoongi's lips were on her, warm, fervent against hers. His hands went around her neck, tipping her face down and kissing her deeply.

"Oh gosh, Yoongi," She moaned, turning her body and climbing his lap. She could feel him hard, thick against her core, as she wrapped her body around his and pulled him in further. Yoongi couldn't pull her close enough to him. He wanted to touch all of her, all at once, have her in his veins, for it had been too long that he had her so close. It was an injustice to not have her this close to him at all times, it was wrong, and he could not think of one reason why he had let this happen.

She raised her arms as he pulled her oversized hoody off. She looked like sin, in just her bra and underwear in her hoody she liked wearing as a dress. She wastes no time getting his clothes off while trying to get him closer to her. He is so hard against her, and when he plunges into her, it feels like time stops, and it is just them at this moment.

"You feel so good," He moans, pulling her closer and kissing her all over her chest as she moves in his lap. "Please don't stop."

"I'm never going to stop," she whispers, getting his lips on her again. He fucks into her until she is sobbing in his arms and then cumming around his cock. She bites his shoulder as he releases inside her, holding her close, with her head on his chest. "Stay," he says, and Y/N can't think of anything else as she falls asleep in his arms.

Y/N has placed this sofa in their house, in a way where the light hits it directly during the sunrise. That's how he knew she was gone before the sun was up.

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One more part and we wrap? I wanted to show more of a journey for them.

What do you think?

Give me your thoughts on what you want to happen next if you like?

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jakelockleysdoll · 8 months

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Popstar 🪩✨

headcanon: how the moon boys would be if you were a popstar

pairing: Jake Lockley x reader, Marc Spector x reader; established relationship

Warnings: smut, suggestive language, swear words, anxiety, panicking

18+ only!!!!

- side note: grammar isn’t my biggest concern, didn’t realise how similar of an approach I took for both Jake and Marc until now, hope that’s okay bb’s xx -

I imagined wearing Sabrina Carpenters recent tour outfits for this!

In no way is she associated with the story, I am solely using her outfits as inspiration, that is it. I do not mean any sexualisation or harm to and of her. I fully respect her as a human being. Please take in the outfits and the outfits ALONE as inspiration, as I am! respect women and their bodies <3

Jake

MY GOD. this man. He would be all over you as a popstar. He’s completely obsessed and is head over heels in love with you. He would help you get dressed and touch up your hair backstage. “you’re gonna do so well, amor” he says, reassuring you as you begin to have anxiety before your performance. “just think about how much they love you”. Jake seeing you in the outfit above takes everything in him not to rip your white lace tights off and fuck you right on the spot. he couldn’t take it anymore, and would absolutely take you inside a private room and have you bent over. “don’t let them hear you, Amor” he says smirking. It takes everything in him not to do it all over again, seeing the way you’re dolled up. He absolutely respects what you want to wear, in love with each look of yours, though from time to time he’ll ask you to wear the same outfit but in red / pink / whatever he wants. he helps pick out your clothes, the man loves to dress you. He absolutely loves seeing you dolled up, and seeing how passionate you are about what you do. it makes him happy that you’re happy. When you feel anxiety starts to creep up before stage, he one hundred percent will reassure you are going to be okay using physical affection- make out seshes backstage, sweet praises, telling you how good you look while his hands explore your body. He loved having you a moaning mess before you headed on to stage. Seeing you on stage is another thing. He’s obsessed with every word you say, your voice, the way you’re dancing sensually, the way your lips move. the man is crazy in love. Take a good guess of what he does backstage when you’ve completed your set.

Marc

MARC. Marc would help you take out the rollers in your hair, as he admires you in the mirror, a full face, hair in rollers, sitting in your white silk robe. “you look absolutely stunning, baby” he says with his thick accent, as he turns you around and caresses your thigh with strong eye contact. You make him wait outside to change because you wanted to surprise him. “my angel…” he whispers in disbelief as he sees you for the first time, and will do this each performance night, even if it’s the same look he’s seen, because he’ll never get enough of you, and is always in disbelief that you are his. (you would have to resist him being in your changing room a thousand times, knowing how it’s going to end) “Come here” he’d leave kisses everywhere along your chest and arms. He absolutely loves it when you wear corsets and thigh high socks / boots, it drives him wild. If you’re open to it, he’d ask if he can make you feel good, fingers interlocked, as he goes down on you in your dressing room, to relieve the stress he knew you were feeling. Plus he couldnt wait any longer, seeing your glowy Victoria secret model inspired makeup paired with your confidence turned him on. “Let me make you feel good, baby”. He loved everything about you, the sweet scent you were wearing drove him insane, as he caresses your arms and takes your forearm to smell and kiss, as he towers over you. God, they would both absolutely tower over you and you loved every second of it. He’s quick to pick up when something’s wrong, he would absolutely shower you in forehead kisses, reassuring everything is going to be fine and you’re going to kill it out there. He would for sure bring up evidence on why he knows you’re gonna do so well, bringing up the previous rehearsals he wouldn’t dare to miss (no matter how long they were, he loved hearing you and watching you sing and work) and saying how angelic you sounded in them, and that you were gonna sound just as beautiful on stage, possibly even more “if it’s humanly possible” he says. When you’re verbally panicking, marc would respond to every sentence you blurb out, out of stress and anxiety. “I’m gonna fall over” “I’ll catch you, baby” “what if they laugh at me” “they’re here to support you” “what if I muck up the lyrics” “then that’s okay, it’s okay to make mistakes” he says as he has you sitting on a platform, him standing between your legs and caressing your hair. he would be so reassuring and loving. As you’re performing, he would look at you like you hung up the stars for him. He would be in absolute awe of you, and still cannot believe you are real, sharing your light with this earth. He scans you, and reads you like a book. he can tell when you’re getting nervous, and will mouth sweet words to you “it’s okay, baby” “you’re alright” as he gives you a reassuring look. He’s obsessed and loves the way your legs look on stage, decorated in lace, glowing in the beautiful light. you would dance sensually, being the biggest tease to him knowing he’s watching your every move, and knowing damn well what he’s going to do to you right after you finish your performance. “you did so good, baby” he kisses you on the forehead. “now I’m gonna show you what happens to brats when they tease me like that” he says smirking, grabbing your hand and leading you to your room. afterwards, he’d lean onto you, caressing your face, looking into your eyes and admiring your features, telling you how proud he is of you. His brows are furrowed, eyes on your lips, caressing it with his thumb pad “you were incredible, baby”.

thank you for reading xoxo mwahh 🎀

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elkarctic · 1 year

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Shower preferences

A/N: Hi, I came up with this idea while I was taking a nice cold shower this afternoon and I need something to post so .. mha men and their shower preferences! May be OOC because the majority of them are based on my DR ;) These kind of get shorter as I go because initially I’d only thought about the first four, but wanted to continue anyways

Warning: this isn’t proof read because it took forever to write and I’m tired of it 🤡

Content: didn’t you read the a/n how the mha boys like their showers!

Characters: shoto Todoroki, Izuku midoriya, katsuki Bakugo, Dabi, Eijirou Kirishima, Kaminari Denki, Hanta Sero, Tenya Iida (kind of), Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki

Shoto Todoroki

I think regardless of his feelings about warmth(associating it with endeavour) he just likes cold showers.

Considering their benefits and how soothing it can be after a long day of running around, it’s just nice to get into the shower and spend some time with his thoughts. (I’m not projecting wdym)

I don’t think he’s crazy enough to face the water though, that’s just down right unpleasant.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a sort of organised way to shower.

For example a few minutes to relax and wind down, then skin care for like ten minutes, actually clean himself for five, etc. obviously I’m not sure about the exact times since I haven’t had the pleasure of showering with him, but it’s just an idea.

Izuku Midoriya

I promise this whole blog isn’t about cold showers, as much as a cold shower defender as I am..

It pretty much depends on the day. He’s read up about the different benefits of cold showers compared to warm showers, so he usually decides based on his experiences that day.

He probably starts the day with a warm shower though, he’s got good self discipline but not enough to have a cold shower first thing in the morning. Maybe he’ll get used to it as he gets older.

His go to, without considering benefits and such, is maybe just a lukewarm shower. He’s simple, and the warmth is comforting.

I imagine him not having such a complex routine as pretty boy Shoto, but he makes sure to take care of himself when he’s got time. None of that three-in-one crap, that’s for sure.

Katsuki Bakugo

It’s either a hot shower or freezing cold. Very rarely is it in between.

Because of his quirk, I’d assume sometimes he doesn’t even realise how hot the water gets sometimes. He’s just used to being hot(both ways) and doesn’t really mind it.

Maybe if someone points it out that he’s in scalding hot water or that his skin is super red after showering, he might be more mindful of it next time in hopes to not violently attack his skin like that.

He.. definitely doesn’t have a specific skin care routine. When he gets opportunity, he’ll take care of himself once in a while but usually his showers are brief and he prioritises just getting clean and not having a full self care session.

Like I mentioned, his showers are usually short.

Unless it’s been a super long day, then maybe he’ll adjust the water so that it’s calming to him(maybe just a very cool water to contrast his usual high temperature) and take more time just letting the water flow over him, allowing his stress and tension to drip away through the drain along with the shower water.

Dabi

Not particularly sure why he’s here, I just wanted to add him

He’s crazy, what can I say? He faces the water like a total weirdo. (If u do this, sorry not sorry 😋)

The temperature doesn’t matter to him, he probably doesn’t shower much anyways. He doesn’t look like a guy with brilliant hygiene, he’s a villain after all and clearly doesn’t care much.

No skin routine. Just some soap and shampoo(sometimes). What skin is he going to take care of, anyways? Would you do skin care on burnt bacon? No?

I swear I don’t hate Dabi even though this feels aggressive

Eijirou Kirishima

This boy definitely spends a lot of time singing in the shower. No, you won’t convince me otherwise

He probably doesn’t have a very strict skin routine, but he does have a good hair care routine. Imagine all the effort it takes to get it to stand up like that and all the dye? He has to make up for that by taking super good care of his hair so it doesn’t completely die on him

I’m not sure what temperature water he’d like, just nothing super cold and he’s good 👍

Eijirou also appreciates a nice soak in the bath sometimes. His quirk must have some sort of strain on his muscles, right? So a bit of time just to wind down and chill in the bath is a must !!

Kaminari Denki

So I think all of us can guess that his quirk and water don’t go together. That’s why he probably doesn’t take baths, but makes sure to just take quick, efficient showers.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to spend more time in the water, he definitely does, but unfortunately it can be a bit dangerous

He’s probably googled if hot water or cold water is better at conducting electricity, and according to this, he chose the temperature of the water. Apparently hot water conducts more, so the majority of his showers are on the cold side.

Because he doesn’t have the luxury of spending a lot of time in the shower, he doesn’t have any specific skin routine or hair routine. He focuses on getting his body clean as well as he can in a limited amount of time rather than the tiny details.

Hanta Sero

He likes warm showers. I can’t explain it, I just seriously don’t see him taking a cold shower unless it’s against his will(/hj)

As much as I love him, I really doubt his ability to keep himself completely clean. He’d probably just clean himself with body wash or something and call it a day, he tries making up for it with cologne though

I’m not particularly sure why, but his hair is at least a little bit greasy all the time unless he’s literally just gotten out the shower

He probably prefers baths over showers tbh, but he complains when the water gets cold

Tenya Iida

I was wondering about how his engines react to water. Surely they’re waterproof/resistant right? It’d be weird and a pain if they weren’t.

Apparently his engines resemble car engines and those are supposedly not water proof if the water gets in them.. maybe he’s just extra careful when he showers?

Okay so with the idea that he can’t get water IN the engines, regardless of if it’s canon or not cause I’m not doing my homework today

He’s probably really careful when he showers, or he’ll cover his legs to prevent water getting in them

Wait how does he go swimming

Okay I give up sorry, I’ll add more characters to make up for it 🥴

Bonuses!!

Mirio Togata

He definitely likes his warm showers, how could he not?

I think he’d also be the type of person to focus on the benefits of hot water vs cold water, but not as strictly as Izuku for example. He can certainly enjoy a cold shower once in a while though.

I can’t see him taking a long time on skincare and stuff, but he’s got good hygiene for the point where his quirk… exposes him.

Can’t smell bad and be naked, right? Pick a struggle dude

Sings in the shower and if you point it out, he doesn’t deny it. Maybe he’ll invite you in for a shower concert with him ;)

Tamaki Amajiki

He probably finds warm showers comforting, they’re like a hug when he needs one after some anxiety-inducing work that day.

I don’t have much for him tbh 🥲 sorry

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dizzeeflower · 2 years

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I guarantee you there is one manifestation of disability that almost everyone on this planet has actively laughed at and made fun of. yes, even you

can you guess what it is?

it's something there are constant gags about in media, something people mention in passing as a joke

something that if it presented itself in a public space i guarantee in most situations would be openly and loudly mocked (and if not humour, most people would at least express disgust)

don't believe me, do you?

✨ incontinence ✨

yep, it's incontinence. (get your giggles out now folks)

I am partially incontinent due to a fun cocktail of mental and physical disabilities and i know for a fact this is where people will stop reading, have a little laugh, and move on thinking this isn't worth the read anymore

but please, if you want to be a true disability ally, stick around and listen.

5% of the world population is estimated to be incontinent to some degree. 1 in 20 people (and no, that is not just elderly people)

so yea when you're in the grocery store, or at the gay bar, or seeing your college theatre's rendition of Grease - chances are there's a good handful of people in the crowd who struggle with incontinence.

it might be just someone who has minimal stress incontinence - something very common in people who have been pregnant - or someone who has adhd and forgets to go to the bathroom, missing the cues from their body that they are desperate, or yea it could be the 85 yr old grandma who wears diapers.

the point is, all of these people deserve respect for their bodies. everyone does. and this includes bodies that malfunction sometimes.

'omg thats so funny im gonna pee myself' 'reddit boys can go piss in ur little baby diapers' - great comeback bestie, but can we move on from them now? im gonna be honest these don't offend me personally, but it's worth being aware of where the humour of these comments comes from. its rooted in ableism

but something that does offend me and something that genuinely triggers me to have panic attacks and can push me into an anxious depressive state for days at a time, is when a character wetting themself is used as the butt of a joke on screen.

i'm thinking season one of stranger things. yeah, most of us know the scene right? when eleven forces a bully to pee his pants in front of the whole school? yep, triggers my ptsd right good that one does. and my siblings ptsd. and im sure many many many more ppl with incontinence (or even ppl without it who had the unfortunate experience of an accident in school)

if you found it funny, i dont care at this point. keep doing you. i dont blame you, okay? but i just want to ask that you reconsider WHY you laughed. 'because he pissed himself' okay but WHY is that funny? 'older kids and adults arent supposed to piss themselves' yea well it happens sometimes to most people at least once, and to 1 in 20 people much more often than that. so WHY is that funny?

keep asking why why why... and if in the end you can't think of WHY, then maybe there isnt a reason for you to laugh at it except that you've been taught to by osmosis. because everyone else laughs

dont give up here, because this is where i want you to really think. is it worth it?

is it worth laughing at something just because everyone else is, and risk 5% of the population going into a self conscious spiral, a panic attack because of your mocking, making them think they will never be accepted?

obviously u making a "im gonna piss myself" comment while laughing does not put 1 in 20 ppl into a panic attack, but u get where im coming from now i hope

so if you're still reading, im guessing you want to reconsider some of your behaviours and comments about this subject. thank you! now that you've realised where these jokes are rooted, you're going to start noticing a lot more often just how much this disability is mocked in society.

but what else can you do to help?

consider sticking up for us because understandably incontinent people dont tend to stick up for themselves lest it out us as incontinent. because admitting that is still met with laughter and disgust. help us jumpstart the incontinence acceptance by speaking up for the silent minority whenever an incontinence joke comes up in class/family gatherings/general conversation (this is my opinion, any other incontinent folks are v welcome to challenge this if u would rather ppl didnt for whatever reason!)

another thing you can do is - you won't like this - dont call ppl disgusting for buying adult diapers with silly animal characters on. unpopular opinion here on tumblr dot com, i know

but listen: incontinence products are disability aids! pullups, incontinence pads/pants, adult diapers, these are all disability aids. not products of k!nk, not things to snigger at in the pharmacy.

and would you complain about someone putting hello kitty stickers on their walking cane? would you think it gross for someone to doodle little stars and affirmations on their wheelchair armrest? is it wrong if someone wants pink hearing aids instead of a nude coloured ones? no?

then don't laugh if someone wants lil hearts on their pullups, and don't fake gag if you happen to see purple patterned adult diapers on ur dash. sometimes humans just like to decorate their bodies and extensions of their bodies. this is just that. and lets be real, plain white nappies just aren't the vibe sometimes

~ while we're at it, ppl with stoma bags are beautiful and deserve to wear whatever they want to feel comfortable and handsome as hell 😘 ~

and let me address the elephant in the room. yeah, some people have a f3tish for this stuff (just like anything can be made into a f3tish). whatever. if ur against that stuff then idc pls dont talk abt it in the tags and comments. anyway it is NOT an excuse to find actual disabled ppl disgusting for needing these aids.

and heres the funny thing: you usually can't tell if someone uses diapers for a f3tish or for their disability, or possibly both!

so you're gonna have to not attack random ppl on the internet bc you don't know what their life is like (what a shocking new hot take)

if a 46 yr old balding man with a beer belly and chest hair who isn't visibly disabled mentions he uses diapers, don't assume he's a creep and its a k!nk. it might be, sure, but it might be a condition or disability that you have no right to comment on or judge him for.

so if youre squicked by it just block and move on, don't send anon hate, dont make a post about how these types of people make you sick. you might just lose a valued mutual who was secretly incontinent and thinks you hate them for it now (whether this is right or wrong, its often how these things come across)

(btw if anyone fuckin talks abt k!nk on this post im going to scream directly in ur ear :) make ur own posts and don't bring any f3tish discussion onto mine)

had to get that out of the way unfortunately because this is a condition that is so unfortunately overrepresented by the f3tish side. i wouldnt have to talk abt k!nk on many other posts about disabilty aids but this one unfortunately was necessary

it's exhausting

imagine having a disability that requires aids thats almost EVERYONE winces at, laughs at, mocks loudly. and then to come on tumblr, the place that is meant to be full of acceptance from strangers in similar circumstances, queer and disabled and poc - but the moment your aid is brought up in discussion its seen as something disgusting and the property of freaks and creeps and people who are evil and want to do children harm

it's exhausting, like i said

i dont have much else to add honestly, im shit at writing cohesive posts (especially when im physically shaking with anxiety bc woohoo announcing to possibly thousands of ppl that im incontinent) but if anything i just hope you will question yourself if you laugh at this stuff in future

im going to go back into my little anxiety hibernation hole and never open up about this condition again ✌🏼

as for the incontinent population, we’re pretty silent about this condition so it’s easy to forget abt us. but please just keep us in mind and stick up for us when u can

— for clarity: incontinence is not ALWAYS a disability, it is a condition that can affect ppl on a sliding scale. for some it is a mild inconvenience, for some it severely impacts daily life. for some it is the only physical condition their body experiences, for some it is a symptom of a predetermined mental or physical disability such as generalized anxiety disorder or paraplegia. whether or not it is considered a disability, acceptance of ALL incontinence is a good step to eradicating this source of ableism —

no one has to reblog this but pls consider it if this has opened ur eyes a lil and u wanna open some more

#watch this get 8% of the notes my autism acceptance post got (:#thats generous tbh maybe more like 0.5% lol #my post #disability acceptance #disability positivity #incontinence #incontinence positivity #incontinence acceptance #ableism mention

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When The Two Of You Argue Just Before He Goes On Tour ~ TXT Reaction

Yeonjun:

The sound of footsteps sent a shiver down your spine as you heard Yeonjun clear his throat, tentatively walking into the living room.

“Do you really want to leave things this way?” He calmly asked you.

Your head slowly turned, shyly meeting his eyes, sinking down in your seat. “You were the one that decided to start having a go at me.”

“I said that I was sorry,” he reminded you, continuously walking closer towards you, “you’re the one not accepting that Y/N.”

“I can’t just move on from this.”

“We have no choice,” Yeonjun snapped, his voice getting louder, “I go on tour tomorrow Y/N, am I going to leave not speaking to you.”

Your shoulders shrugged as you gave yourself a moment, “that’s just confusing me more, I don’t know how I feel right now Yeonjun.”

“I really am sorry,” he sighed, “I don’t want to go on tour arguing with you Y/N, I’d like for you to try and feel the same way too.”

“I’m trying my best to Yeonjun.”

Soobin:

There was a tension in the room as soon as Soobin arrived, having spent the evening alone, time was running out for the both of you quickly.

“I thought I’d come and see you before I go,” he informed you.

Your head nodded as you looked in the direction of the window, “your car isn’t here already, is it? I haven’t heard any car horns.”

“Not yet,” he murmured, “but I wanted a bit of time with you, to come and say that I’m sorry about last night and what happened.”

“We can’t say goodbye on a fight.”

“Exactly,” Soobin quickly agreed, “which is why I’m right here, because there’s nothing that I want more than to solve this fight right now.”

You continued to nod in agreement as you listened closely to Soobin, “as much as I hate what you said last night, I can’t stay mad at you.”

“Come here,” Soobin smiled, opening his arms widely, allowing you to lean to the left and rest yourself tightly against his chest.

“I still think you’re an idiot though.”

Beomgyu:

Your eyes didn’t quite know where to look as you answered Beomgyu’s call, relieved to see him looking a lot less stressed than before.

“I wasn’t expecting you to answer,” he admitted, looking at you.

A soft sigh came from you as you composed yourself, “I have to confess, I hate that you went on tour with the two of us arguing.”

“I let the stress of tour get the better of me,” Beomgyu quickly explained to you, “I was too naïve to realise that back at home.”

“And now that you’re on the road?”

“I hate myself for being so horrible to you,” he confessed, “I wish that I could just fly home right now and try and put everything right Y/N.”

The faintest of chuckles came form you as you finally looked to your phone screen properly, “I don’t think you’re allowed to do that.”

“I’m not,” Beomgyu sniggered too, “but I just want you to know how sorry I am Y/N, this isn’t how this was supposed to be.”

“You’re right, this just doesn’t feel right.”

Taehyun:

Another sigh came from Taehyun as he followed you around the house, despite your best attempts to try and ignore his many apologies.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” he suddenly called out to you.

Your head snapped around as he did, shooting a glare in his direction. “Don’t try and guilt me to forgive you by bringing up tour.”

“That’s not what I’m doing,” Taehyun assured you, “I’m just trying to get you to see that this shouldn’t be the way we leave things.”

“You should’ve thought about that then.”

“Y/N!” Taehyun called out, desperate to try and get through to you, “can’t we at least just talk, time isn’t on our side right now.”

After a few moments, your head slowly nodded back at Taehyun. “You probably can’t make the situation any worse.”

“Stop trying to argue with me,” he asked of you, “or is silence how you want the two of us to say goodbye tomorrow?”

“No, of course it’s not what I want.”

Huening Kai:

As yet another scoff came from Kai, the eyes of the rest of the boys all looked across at him knowing exactly what was getting him down.

“You can’t ignore Y/N forever,” Yeonjun spoke up, reminding him.

Kai’s eyes flickered up to look around at them all, “what if she doesn’t want to speak to me? I mean we left not talking to each other.”

“You both were angry,” Beomgyu reminded him, “I’m sure back at home Y/N is missing you as much as you’re missing her.”

“Do you really think she’s missing me?”

“Of course,” Taehyun instantly replied. “Why don’t you just give her a call? You can’t go home from tour still not talking, can you?”

A hum of acknowledgement came from Kai as he reached for his phone on the table, “what if she doesn’t answer my call?”

“You can’t think like that,” Soobin noted, encouraging him to stand up, “I bet she’ll be glad to talk to you, to try and fix things.”

“Yeah, I really hope you’re right.”

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Unbecoming

Summary: Anne is off travelling, while Sebastian is kept busy completing missions assigned by the ministry. Leaving Y/n to care for Feldcroft in their absence.

Warning: Sexual themes, swearing.

Sebastian x Reader

Sebastian trudges back to Feldcroft from his long exhausting and stressful week completing the mission the Ministry had assigned to him. Due to Sebastians excellent work, he was able to complete the mission 3 weeks ahead of schedule.

Sebastian was elated to complete his work early, earning himself a vacation in the process. There was just one irritation that scratched at him as he looked towards Feldcroft.

It was the fact that Y/n L/n was sitting in his favourite wooden lawn chair. She sits comfortably leaning back reading the Daily Prophet, tight clothes leaving little to the imagination, her leg kicked over the arm rest, a towel wrapped around her hair, with a cigarette hanging delicately from her lips.

Dear Merlin, what was Anne's brat of a friend doing in his beloved sanctuary. Walking up behind her, his voice booms.

"Why are you here? Where is Anne?And why are you prancing my property looking like that?" Sebastian spits in rapid fire. Y/n shuttered in surprise at his sudden appearance.

"Oh? I thought you weren't meant to be back for another 3 weeks." Y/n answers tilting her head towards Sebastian with little effort. He continues to stare down at her barely clothes form in irritation.

"Answer my questions." He demands, making Y/n throw her papers in irritation.

"Oh hi Y/n, lovely to see you again." Y/n says acting as Sebastian. "Why hello Sebastian, it is wonderful to see you as well. You might be wondering why I am here, it's because Anne left in a hurry when the Romanian Ministry recalled her back. Anne left me in charge until you have arrived back in 3 weeks time." Y/n switches back to Sebastians grumbly voice. "Thank you dearly for your assistance. Might I add how radiant you look." Y/n playfully slaps Sebastians arm. "Oh why thank you Sebastian - you naughty boy." She says with a wink walking back to the house.

"Thank you for you help Y/n - truely kind. Now get out." He says following in pursuit. Y/n's eyes go wide at the abrupt kicking.

"Seb - I cannot leave so suddenly." Sebastian walks through straight to the guest room where Y/n's belongings are placed away, he pulls out her bags to help her pack and leave.

"Yes you can- the leaky cauldron is not far from here." He says coldly. Panic rises within the intruding girl.

"They have no vacancies!" She rushes to her bags, and putting them away. A frustrated groan passes Sebastians lips.

"Why must you be here longer? You were leaving in 3 weeks anyway." Y/n slumps on the bed.

"If you must know Sebastian." She spits with a side eye at his typical rudeness. "Phineas has been following me around town, declaring his hideous undying love for me as per usual. Only now the towns people are shaming me for 'leading him on' and that I should just 'take the sad chap out of his misery' and return his affections. I mean isn't that insane! I just need a break from them." She pleads looking up at a stunned Sebastian.

"Aren't you - aren't you already in a romantic relationship with Phineas?" He mutters quitely. Horror crosses her face.

"Ew Merlin no! What makes you think that?!" Sebastian becomes sheepish at the realisation.

"It's just ... in our final year after we..." He looks off refusing eye contact. "Spent the night together. Phineas was bragging in the common room on how you two kissed earlier that very night and begging for him, and that you two were officially going steady..." He looks back at her blank face.

"All of these years we could've been together. We weren't. Because you believed pants of fire Phineas?" She asked blankly, a blush crossed Sebastians face.

"Well how was i suppose to know? You two were always together and he said-" An angry voice cuts him off.

"We were always together because the stupid prick would follow me everywhere like an unwanted cockroach!" She says dismissively. "Sebastian- do you understand how much love I had for you, do you know the heart break you put me through when you acted cold towards me the very next day?!" Angry tears pricked at your eyes, lips sealed shut refusing to speak another word.

Sebastian pulls you in gently as your face plants right into his comforting chest. "I'm sorry - I'm stupid." She huffs an agreement. "I thought my affections were not returned. I was so heart broken. I hated how my feelings for you never left. But now its all too late, and I could've been with you - had i just talked to you." She looks up from his chest.

"It'll make me feel better if you kiss me." She says shyly. He leans down and plants a gentle kiss on her lips, as if she would evaporate in his arms. "Again?" He turns his head and plants another gentle kiss. "Kiss me like you did that night?" He places his fingers behind her neck, rubbing his thumb along her jaw he presses his lips to her. She opens her mouth slipping her tongue in his mouth making him sigh in relief at the connection. Her nails drag down the back of his neck making him arch into her body.

She presses harder against him feeling his excitement. She breaks away from his mouth kissing down his neck to find that sweet spot she found all those years ago, he groans in satisfaction.

"I often think about having you again-" He claims as she trails her kisses down his torso. "More times than I care to count."

She places another kiss on his lips. "We only have 3 weeks until Anne returns. You have many years to make up for." She grins pressing harder into him.

#sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow x y/n #hogwarts legacy imagine

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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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Hello!

Since requests are open at the moment, I'd like to request something with Rubedo and a reader who isn't as openly nice at least in their tone of voice? Like they have a bad case of resting bitch face, they're generally a little grumpy no matter what and their harsh tone can make them sound like they're angry even when they're not which makes it difficult for Ruby to read them properly. As such this leaves him constantly tense and stressed out because he constantly assumes he's on thin ice (poor boy's getting serious PTSD flashbacks to Gold) and it isn't until he has a full blown panic attack or breakdown that they realize the issue and start making an effort to change so he feels safer? They also helped him through the panic attack.

Reading your Rubedo fic has ignited smth in me and I am loving it!

🐈‍⬛-anon, naming myself because I love your writing and will definitely come back for more so might as well.

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“Smile for me.”

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characters; Rubedo, gn reader

cw/tw; minor mentions of injuries, graphic mention of panic attacks, Rubedo is kinda traumatised by Gold, moody reader, crying

word count; 2K

notes; for 🐈‍⬛ anon, I was so inspired when I got this request bc that sounds exactly like me, I’m so bad expressing emotion and I seem moody or angry but I’m not at all - sorry if this isn’t what you expected !! Let me know if you like it <33

Please reblog if you like this!!

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You were… Difficult to understand.

Even when receiving gifts, you would always bluntly mumble a ‘thanks’ before putting the present away, no matter who the person was. It was only when he caught you staring warmly at said gift when you thought no one was looking that he realised that maybe you weren’t so cold hearted as he once thought. In fact, he knew deep down he was right. Why else would you have taken him in when he had nowhere else to go?

You showed your affection through doing things when they weren’t asked of you, or making him food if he seemed troubled. You weren’t the kind to have a big smile on their face and wrap their arms around him, telling him how much you appreciate him. He knew most of the time, it was nothing personal. He hadn’t exactly figured out why you act this way. Emotional walls, or just a difficulty to express emotion all together? He wasn’t sure, and perhaps he never would be.

You felt distant even when you were right next to him, with that same cold stare of indifference and that frigid attitude. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve guessed you wielded an icy vision. Even when the two of you were alone, you always seemed so… He didn’t even know how to describe it. Stony faced, hands crossed over your chest like you were impatient for him to just stop talking whenever he conversed with you. But when he stopped, you urged with that monotone voice of yours to keep going, to continue his ramblings about whatever interested him so much. Even with such a piercing gaze, there was a hidden softness, a quiet sweetness to you.

Once he had tried to bring it up to you, only for you to shut down when did so. Ah, so you were definitely aware of it, and when your arms tensed around yourself, he knew that perhaps it was a sore spot. He had hurriedly apologised, telling you that there wasn’t anything wrong with you, something you would tell him when he you thought he was asleep - when in the serenity of the night, you would pour your heart out to him - still with that unchanging voice of yours, but the words you spoke were more than enough for him. He didn’t want you to change, he liked you for you - but sometimes, there were days he just couldn’t handle it, and that went unsaid.

There were days that he would look at you and he wouldn’t see you anymore. Instead, he would see a flash of blonde, a permanent scowl, the same impatient body language. And those were the days he would avoid you like the plague. Even when you called for him that dinner was ready, he didn’t show his face. Those days would hurt you both, and the cracks in his hopeful mindset would only worsen. Those days were few and far between, and those were the only days you would show some form of emotion on your face. Your brows furrowed and your lips downturned even more than the usual frown you had. It was far from the smile he dreamt of on your face, but he cherished it just as much. Of course you weren’t /her/, you were you - a statue of ice with a heart of gold. He saw it every day in the small things you would do for him. You brushed his hair if he seemed tired, listened for hours about whatever was on his mind, helped him with anything that he needed. You would do anything for him, he need only ask. (He heard that once while your hand threaded through his golden locks when you thought he had been long gone in slumber). When he remembered that, he would be fine, and you two would go back to how you always were.

Today was different.

It was no secret that the commissions you took on were starting to get more and more difficult. You were a skilled fighter, that was for sure, but some of the things you were taking on weren’t one person jobs. Although not much had changed from most people's perspective, you were tired. When you came home, you usually had the decency to try to make small talk with the blonde living with you, but now it seemed you didn’t have the energy to even manage that.

And when you did talk?

Neither of you had ever argued, but because of how irritable you had become, you didn’t try to soften the hardness of your tone, the cold words pouring out of your mouth. Thankfully, it was never directed at him, instead he only heard it being directed to whoever commissioned you - but something about the way you spoke set him on edge. He knew if he looked at you, he wouldn’t be in this comfortable home you had made for each other, but instead a merciless terrain of snow.

He stayed away from you to avoid that.

But when you shoved the door open, stalking in with frustration practically dripping off of you, he couldn’t just leave you alone in that state - even if he knew how it would end. Your footing was a little off now that he really looked, your clothes all torn and dirty. It didn’t take a genius to realise the commission had not gone well.

He winced with each thudding footstep you took, the book in his hands falling out of his unsteady grasp. No. You did not need him to fall apart just because you reminded him of her. Instead, he tried his best to calm himself before making his way over to where you were in the kitchen.

“Do you need any help?” He asked quietly when he saw you rummaging around in the cabinet, no doubt looking for the first aid kit.

“No.”

“You should sit down-“

“I don’t need any help. Go away.” There was that wall again. No matter how many times he tried, you just wouldn’t take it down for him.

“Y/N-“

“Just leave me alone.” You bit out, one of your fists clenching around the bandage you had managed to find. He swallowed quietly, retracting his hovering hands he was about to place on your shoulders to get you to move.

“Okay.” He whispered, before turning and leaving to go to his room. He shut the door quietly, back pressed up against it before he slid down it with his head in his hands. Jumbled memories of ice cold stares, of cutting words and vague threats of abandonment filled his mind. But instead of his great and all powerful master… It was you. Glowering at him from a high height, sneering at him as he cowered underneath you.

“Why did I ever take you in? I should’ve left you where I found you.“

No. Please. He tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come out, almost like someone had clamped down their hand on his throat and was squeezing him for everything that he was worth.

“I no longer have any use for you. You should go back to that mountain and stop bothering me. I don’t need you.”

I can do better! Please! Don’t leave me!

But still no words left his mouth, even when he saw your back begin to walk away in the darkness.

“Y/N!” He finally managed to choke out, raising a trembling hand to your fading figure.

Suddenly the door he was leaning on burst open, falling into something unsteady than the solid surface of the wood. And then his back was being pulled into something soft, warmth encasing him like a spring breeze on a summer's day. There was something gentle pressing against his heaving chest, telling him to breathe. Shakily, he inhaled.

“One more.” He swore he could hear that voice tremble. It sounded so familiar… Again, he did so. His vision began to clear.

Two arms were wrapped tightly around him, his back against someone’s chest - he could feel the rapid heartbeat against him. Your face was buried in his shoulder, your legs on either side of his cowering body, caging him into the comfort of your embrace. He called out your name, and your face sprung up from where it was hidden. Were those… Tear tracks?

“You were crying… And calling for me…” You explained quietly, but your voice sounded tougher than it usually did. Was this real?

He carefully lifted one of his hands up to one of your arms and squeezed gently, mesmerised when your grip on him only tightened. He didn’t have a response to what you said, still trying to process what exactly just happened. He thought you just left, and now you were holding him?

“Sorry…” He apologised after a moment, and your arms fell limply to your sides, letting him go so he could stand up while you did too.

“Come to the kitchen. I made your favourite...” You turned around to leave, and blindly, he followed.

True to your word, there were not just one of his favourites, but almost all of them. How long had he been in there exactly, for you to make all of this - just for him? It was your way of apologising for what happened.

You knew he was just trying to help you, but you were embarrassed and angry at the state you had come home in. Nothing had gone right that day, and even one of your commissioners had screamed in your face when you failed their task. You just wanted to be alone in your misery, not drag him into it. Instead, you felt like you did the opposite.

“Why…” You began, and his head slowly turned to you. You were barely holding it together. “Why were you crying?” Your bottom lip trembled, your hands trembling at your sides. Slowly, he took one in his own, running his thumb across your bruised knuckles. Instead of giving you an answer, he interlaced your fingers together.

“Don’t leave me.”

You let out a shaky gasp before the tears you held back for him began to roll down your cheeks, dripping from your jaw. Without hesitation, you pulled him to your chest, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He could hear you mumble apologies while one of your hands ran through his soft, golden locks. He shushed you quietly, as his own arms wrapped around you comfortingly. This was the first time he had ever seen you cry, seen so much emotion from you. Perhaps it was wrong of him, but his lips curled up into a small smile.

“I’ll never leave you. I promise.”

After you both had calmed down and indulged yourselves in the meals you had painstakingly made so they were perfect for him, he finally told you what was wrong. It hurt to hear the honesty, but it was needed if either of you two didn’t want a repeat of what happened. He left out the part where the panic attacks weren’t uncommon if you were in a particularly bad mood, just to save you some heartache that you were already feeling after everything that had been said.

“I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll try and be better.”

“Just don’t change who you are. I like you, because you’re you. But I can’t lie to you, I would love to see you smile. Just once.” He admitted, staring down at your interlocked hands. Neither one of you had made a move to pull away from it, so they had been like that for some time. He heard a heavy sigh from you, your head hanging low for a moment before it raised. His breath hitched at the sight.

You, cheeks reddened from the previous crying, eyes swollen from rubbing at them - with a small, shy smile on your lips. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life.

“Okay. I’ll smile more for you.”

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