#i love him but in a hyper cute aggression way where i want to rip him apart with my teeth but like not in the sexy way

[sapphism-and-cyanide]

The joke where a guy goes "I'm not gay, but the things I would do to that man would make you think otherwise" but it's me, an enby lesbian @ Dottore, Scaramouche, and Albedo. And like I guess Childe kind of but like more so in the "I'll like hit it once, throw you on the floor, kick you in the gut five times, and then just leave you there" way lmfao

[whitneys-puppyslut]

desperate & obsessed (M!Kylar x M!Whitney part 1)

18+ / Minors DNI

How Kylar's obsession with Whitney would start Includes: sub!M!kylar who likes to be manhandled and degraded, dom!M!Whitney, no actual smut but we're getting there, stalker behavior, whitney is aggressive and a bit violent, gn!PC mentioned, bullying, kylar's weird-ass drawings

Does anyone else ship Kylar and Whitney? Maybe it's the fact that I project onto Kylar and am IN LOVE with Whitney (okay it definitely IS that) but I just feel like their dynamic could be so good. Imagine, if you will, a Kylar who never paid any mind to Whitney. He never really paid any mind to anybody, the loner that he is... and Whitney avoided the little gremlin that is Kylar like the plague. Kylar was on loser status like no one else, even being in the general vicinity of him would tarnish Whitney's reputation. It didn't matter if he was bullying him or not, that's - - - Status right there. So Whitney focused on bullying other people, like PC! And the day that Kylar sees Whitney slam PC up against the lockers and breathe hot against their ear... that's when the obsession began. Not with PC, but with Whitney. DAMN if Kylar didn't want to be manhandled like that...

From then on, Kylar would try a little harder every day to get Whitney's attention. It started out with innocent stuff, y'know like figuring out Whitney's entire schedule while in school... where he hung out before school or at lunch, when he was alone versus with groups, what classes he did seldom attend and when... typical stalker Kylar stuff. Easy for him, really. But stalking him wasn't enough apparently, because either Whitney was stupid, or he was purposefully ignoring the pair of eyes boring into the back of his head that he felt most of each school day.

So, Kylar began to rip out pages from his sketchbook and leave them at Whitney's locker, his desk in math class, in his... bag? Whitney does not leave his bag unattended, so how that happened, he had no idea. And those sketchbook pages, obviously, where drawings of Whitney. Innocent, at first. Then a little provocative. Then it became drawings of Whitney and Kylar together, depicting all the nasty things Kylar wanted the bully to do to him–

Eventually, Whitney had had enough. He knew that uneasy feeling was from the freak being around the corner, he knew the face in those drawings (if it wasn't obvious by the "Kylar <3" signature on each piece), and he knew that if he didn't act now, his reputation would be RUINED.

So naturally, he had to give the freak what he wanted.

And he winced when, as he slammed Kylar against the wall just as he did to PC, the little rat fucking moaned.

"I know what you're fucking doing, freak."

Kylar whimpered, the fear going up his spine and the arousal he felt in his groin was everything he had been hoping for, he just prayed that Whitney would do this all the time, manhandle him, choke him, fuck him, breed him, make him his–

Whitney yanked the smaller boy up by the his collar and snarled, inches away from his face,

"I'm not. Fucking. Interested."

Kylar didn't hear any of that, instead hyper-focused on the fact that their lips were so close... he could just..!!

So he did, he leaned in and gave Whitney a peck on the lips, who promptly threw him to the ground.

Kylar's body collided with the hard flooring. He ignored the searing pain in his back, instead sitting up and looking at Whitney with that stupid, obsessed smile.

Whitney looked the freak in the eyes for the first time... uh, ever.

He had never realized how strikingly, enchantingly green they were.

And honestly, if Kylar just washed his hair once in a while, he might not look that bad... after all, Whitney could tell even under that baggy hoodie, that he had cute, small, frame of a body...

...

He probably had an even cuter dick–

NO! BAD WHITNEY!

"Don't get in my way again," he spat out. He walked away.

But he felt those green eyes in the back of his skull as he did so.

What he didn't see, was his wide, unhinged grin.

[dovechim]

good boy, chimmy (m)

➾ werewolf jimin x reader

➾ 4.3k 

➾ a series of drabbles for the dark side of the moon 

➾ warnings: pregnancy sex, facefucking, oral sex, cumplay, slight degradation, dom!wolf jimin... slight crack. 

➾ summary: jimin turns himself into his wolf form just as your parents are over to visit. hilarity ensues

➾ a/n: it’s been a year since dark side came out. i wanted to thank you all for giving me so much love and support and continue my tradition of a jimin fic on my birthday. i dont like birthdays much, so i thought i’d spend it writing a gift for all of you whom i love and treasure so much. thank you for making me feel less lonely. 

on this day forth, it shall be a good day! love, addie 

“Oh my god, you are so whipped for her. So. Fucking. Whipped.” Taehyung can’t stop himself from laughing as he plops down on the sofa. “You stopped eating raw meat because it makes her throw up? How do you even live?”

Jimin rushes to put his hands over your belly and shoot him an irritated glare. “Language! They hear everything. If my children start swearing instead of crying the moment they come out, it’ll be on your head. And I’m not sure I can stop myself from tearing into you-“

“Enough, oh my god,” you brush Jimin’s hands away and peel your shirt away from your body. These days it seems as if your body temperature is always sky rocketing; you’re always covered in sweat and wishing you were wearing less clothes. As a result your temper has been shorter than usual, and the thought of having at least 9 months to go makes you want to throw up.

Would your gestation period be longer or shorter since you fucked a werewolf? How many of Jimin’s bastard babies are in your stomach right now? What is the most painful way you can make him suffer for landing you in this state?

It’s safe to say that the tables have turned now. More often than not Jimin finds himself tiptoeing around you, the alpha in him strangely subdued and content just to submit to whatever your heart desires. Running back and forth to get you late night cravings of fries and ice cream, cutting out raw meat from his diet altogether, and even making sure he showers twice before coming back from a hunt so that he doesn’t reek of blood and animal remains.

“Don’t provoke him, you know how he gets when he’s all pissy,” you warn Taehyung as you push yourself to your feet. “And you guys need to leave. I appreciate all the help, but my parents will be here in less than 10 minutes, and…”

“Can I touch?” Jungkook looks up at you with those sparkly doe eyes of his, hands hovering over your still flat belly. Granted, the punk has more manners than most, asking for permission is more than you expected of him. He looks entirely fascinated with your pregnant state, even though it hasn’t progressed enough for there to be any visible changes yet.

“Sure, go ahead,” you sigh, and Jungkook gently places his palm over where he thinks your womb is. You have to put your hand over his and move it from your ribs down to your lower belly, barely biting back a giggle.

“Hmm… doesn’t seem like there are too many in here,” he remarks. “If you’d let me do the job, I’m sure you’d be showing by now. And I’ll make sure to give you at least triplets, at least… I was thinking maybe eight?”

Jimin snarls a warning in his throat, and you glance over at him warily, silently bidding him to stand down. Jungkook is not a threat, he’s just insubordinate and a rude little punk who doesn’t know better.

“Thank God I didn’t pick you,” you roll your eyes, pushing his hand away when you decided you’ve had enough of him. “I’m not sure I could survive that ordeal.”

“Which one? The baby making or the giving birth?” Jungkook grins cheekily, and this time Jimin really lunges across the room for the youngest, bicep tight against his throat and teeth bared.

Children. You’re living with a bunch of children.

Checking your watch, you realise you really don’t have much time left to let them roughhouse with each other like this. Clearing your throat loudly, you manage to slide your body in between the two males, and it works because they are hyper aware of your state. These days they all treat you like you’re as fragile as glass, and you can’t say you appreciate being coddled and drooled all over by three large dogs, but you know when to use it to your advantage. Jimin and Jungkook immediately freeze, eyes immediately on you to make sure that they don’t accidentally hurt you.

“We can continue this another time, okay?” You bury your hand into Jungkook’s collar and push your chin toward the door, glancing at Taehyung for a little help. “Taehyung? Would you like to be of assistance, please?”

The older man immediately jogs over to sling an arm around Jungkook’s neck, and then they wrestle each other out the door. You breathe a sigh of relief and turn back to Jimin, only to realise-

The cute, endearing and sometimes bratty Park Jimin is gone, and in his place is a large silver wolf.

“Oh my god, Jimin, wh-“ You press a hand to your mouth to stifle your alarm, knowing full well that high pitched tones don’t sit well with werewolves. You have no doubt that Jimin would never hurt you, but that doesn’t mean he can’t hurt himself. “Why did you change?”

The silver wolf only shakes his head and grunts in annoyance, pacing around the living room in a manner that conveys his thoughts just as clearly as if he’d spoken. His muscles are rippling with pent up aggression as he moves around the room at a rapid pace, fur rustling in the breeze of his own making.

That stupid bastard Jeon Jungkook. I swear I’ll rip his throat to pieces one of these days…

You sink down onto the sofa with a sigh, massaging your temple. Jimin immediately comes over and presses his nose to your face in concern, his wet nose making you grimace as he sniffs your neck.  Jimin busies himself with checking you all over to make sure that you’re alright, anger from a few moments ago forgotten. He sits quietly at your feet, one large paw resting gently on your knee as his gunmetal eyes focus on you intently.

“This isn’t funny, Jimin. Change back now. My parents will be here anytime soon. So you need to get your anger under control, or else-“

Then, the unimaginable happens. The doorbell rings.

Jimin’s ears perk up immediately, and he beings bounding around the room in great strides. He is clearly panicking, and this is not helping things. He won’t be able to change back into his human form if he’s emotionally distressed, and your parents are right outside the door. He stops in the middle of the room and turns to you, eyes wide and you can see the very real, very human look of panic in his wolfish eyes.

What should I do now?

“J-just stay there. Sit. Sit like a good boy.” You raise a stern finger to him. Normally Jimin would have you over his knee and give you the spanking of your life for daring to treat him like a common household pet, but even this time he recognises that he’s in the wrong. He dips his head guiltily, eyes occasionally darting up to catch a glimpse of you.

You turn your back to him and head over to the door, opening it just a crack.

“Oh our lovely daughter!!!! We missed you so much, let me see your belly!” Your mom squeals immediately, pushing the door open wider so that she can see your entire frame. “You’ve grown so much bigger since the last photo you sent us!”

Your dad stands behind her with a pleased smile, watching as you’re engulfed into a hug.

“Um actually… I haven’t started showing yet,” you mumble into your mom’s hair, but it goes ignored as she fusses over whether you’re wearing warm enough clothing, whether you’re eating enough, things like that. To stop her from going on her tirade, you invite them both to come in with a strained smile.

“Oh of course! I brought some side dishes. And I’ll cook dinner tonight, so you just sit back and relax- OH MY GOD!!!!!!! WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT THING?”

You wince and resist the urge to cover your ears. Following your mom’s line of sight, you see Park Jimin sitting quietly in his wolf form, ears laid back in submission and clear, lurid eyes following your every move. Your eyes linger on the huge wolf for a second, begging him silently to be on his best behaviour, and as if reading your thoughts, Jimin puts his head on his front paws, wagging his tail ever so slightly in what he thinks is a good imitation of a real dog.

“It’s… um… it’s just… my dog!” You laugh nervously, patting your mom’s shoulder. “I didn’t tell you? I adopted a dog! His name is… he’s Chimmy.”

“God, honey no! That’s not a dog, it’s… it’s… it’s MASSIVE!” Your mom backs away from Jimin, her eyes wide as she glances at your dad. “Tell me that isn’t a dog. Tell me I’m seeing things.”

Jimin makes a small whining noise in the back of his throat as he blinks at you. You immediately rush over to cradle his large head in your arms, sinking into his thick fur as you press a kiss to the top of his head. “You hurt his feelings! Isn’t that right, Chim? Good boy, good dog.” You scratch him under the chin and behind the ear, and Jimin closes his eyes in pleasure.

He pushes his nose into your neck, scenting you like he always does. Your smell always helps to keep him calm, and Jimin can’t take any chances of not being on his best behaviour, especially when your parents are around. Jimin extends his tongue to lick all over your face, following his instincts to try and lick the inside of your mouth and cover you in wet dog kisses to show you just how much he loves you.

Unfortunately you don’t care much for the smell of his breath, and you push his head away, making Jimin whine.

Your dad approaches carefully, eyeing Jimin’s massive paws and the muscles that ripple under his thick silver coat. Reaching out a hand, he touches Jimin’s shoulder cautiously, and his hand sinks into the thick luxurious fur. “He’s big, isn’t he? He’s almost the size of this entire sofa!”

“Um, well… he’s kinda of the leader of his pack. That’s why,” you watch your dad stroke Jimin’s back and resist the urge to pinch yourself to see if you’re dreaming. What a sight to see your father actually stroking your husband on the back like this. This is a secret you’ll have to take to your grave. “Sometimes he can be a little bit bossy, but he just wants to protect me, that’s all.”

Jimin buries his head in your chest and sniffs in mock hurt.

“They don’t like to be looked at when they’re getting pets,” you explain. “But he’s like a lap dog. He just wants all the pets in the world.”  

“Well, your mother has never been good with dogs,” your dad comments, giving Jimin a few scratches behind his ear before he stands. “Good lord. I think he’s big enough to carry you on his back, isn’t he?”

“He is,” you smile fondly at Jimin, who is lavishing in the abundance of praise, eyes dancing with mirth. “He’s also a stubborn brat when it counts.”

“Where’s Jimin anyway?” Your mother questions, looking around for your husband. “I was looking forward to seeing him. That man. So handsome. Your babies will be absolutely gorgeous!”

At the mention of his name, Jimin perks up and sits straight, ears pricked and tail wagging, obviously over the moon after hearing your mother praise him to the heavens. You have to dig a hand into the scruff of his neck to remind him what form he’s currently in right now.

“He’s um… he just… he’s in his study taking a conference call,” you hastily make up an excuse. “It was last minute, so he told us to go eat without him.”

“Oh. I guess I’ll get started on dinner,” your mother shrugs and turns to head for the kitchen. “You just put your feet up and rest. I don’t want to see you on your feet for longer than necessary, young woman!”

Jimin barks softly as if to agree, nudging you with his nose in order to get you to sit down, lying down at your feet to cushion them with his soft fur.

Your father takes a seat next to you and reaches to turn on the television, but you have a better idea. A sly smirk spreads across your face as you smooch at Jimin to get his attention. Take this as pay back for all those times he’s ever thought he was the boss of this household. This should knock that stupid alpha pride of his down a peg or two.

“Chimmy, you wanna show us some tricks? Hmmm? Good boy, you’re such a smart little dog aren’t you?” You grin, reaching out your hand to Jimin as he sniffs at you in distaste, turning his head away.

“What kind of tricks can he do?” Your father is interested now, turning his attention to watch as Jimin sulks moodily.

“All sorts of things! He can roll over, for one. Chimmy, roll over! Show me your cute little tummy!” You nudge Jimin with your leg, and he glances at you with annoyance that’s plain as day. “Roll over now!”

Reluctantly Jimin flips over onto his belly, sending you a glare and resisting the urge to bare his teeth at you. When his silver russet belly is exposed, you coo in delight and rub his soft fur, and as annoyed as he is right now, Jimin can’t help but close his eyes in pleasure, enjoying your touch on his skin. Before he realises that he’s submitting to you like some commoneplace house dog, and-!

Jimin flips back upright again, huffing to himself.

“Ah, he’s a bit fussy sometimes. But he can do more too!” You grin and stretch out your hand. “Chimmy, shake!”

Your father is looking at him expectantly, and Jimin sighs to himself as he heaves a large paw onto your hand, allowing you to vigorously shake it up and down. You are laughing in delight, clapping your hands and praising him for being a good boy. Jimin may have a praise kink alright, but this is most certainlynotwhat he wants.

Annoyed, Jimin heaves himself to his feet to walk away.

“Chimmy, where are you going? Don’t you want to play fetch?”

A low rumble emits from his chest. Fetch. What an utterly humiliating game. For the life of him, Jimin can’t understand why anyone would want to lower themselves like that. Only dogs, being the happy go lucky fools that they are would think it was fun. Wolves, on the other hand, are far more regal, far too majestic to even contemplate such an activity. Running back and forth like some kind of idiot, falling for that age old trick of pretending to throw the ball only to realise that it hadn’t been thrown at all.

Jimin would much rather die than play fetch. It’s far beneath his dignity.

“He loves it, it’s his favourite game,” you’re saying to your father, picking up a slipper from your foot and tossing it across the room. “Fetch, Chimmy!”

The slipper flies past his head into the corner of the room, and Jimin ignores it entirely, opting instead to rest his head on his paws and close his eyes, praying for the night to pass quickly.

*

The second your parents are out the door, you turn to find Jimin completely naked, human once again, sitting in the dining room chair with his thighs spread apart. He’s not in a hurry to get dressed, rather, he is visibly fuming. His jaw is clenched, eyes are narrowed and cold, and he pushes his hair off his forehead with a careless hand.

Also, his cock is rapidly hardening under your gaze, and you feel a shiver of terror mixed with arousal run through your veins.

When he speaks, his voice is completely ice cold, a harsh tone that you recognise as his alpha’s voice. “You had fun today, didn’t you, princess?”

Swallowing nervously, you take a few steps towards him and reach for his shoulders to appease him, massaging his tense muscles. “Oh come on, it was just harmless fun. Need I remind you that it was you who decided to change in the first place-“

“I really don’t feel like listening to your excuses today,” Jimin sighs as he reaches down to stroke his cock, already leaking a clear fluid. “You know what happens to spoilt brats. Get down on your knees. Where you know you should be.”

His commanding tone immediately sends a jolt of arousal right down to your core, and you scramble to obey, shifting onto your knees in between his thighs.

“Show me your tongue,” Jimin demands, continuing to stroke himself leisurely.

You stick out your tongue for him, wiggling it mischievously, and he raises an unimpressed eyebrow at your semantics. Properly chided and a little ashamed, you fix your eyes on your alpha as your tongue readies itself to be nothing but a bed for his cock. Jimin tugs you forward by your hair so that his tip touches your lips, smearing his precum everywhere across your cheeks.

“Take a deep breath now, that’s the last time you’ll get to breathe properly for a while,” Jimin instructs as he taps his cock on your cheek a few times, each harder than the last.

Closing your eyes, you moan at the feeling of him slapping you with his cock. You take a deep breath and open your eyes again, offering up your mouth to be used by your alpha as Jimin smirks at your obedience. He pushes his cock into your mouth, not even giving you a second to adjust as he seeks the back of your throat immediately.

“Mmmm… good girl. Take it all. Take my cock like the naughty little slut you are. You dare make a fool out of your alpha? I’ll fuck your mouth so good you’ll forget your own name.” Jimin grips your throat tightly so that he can feel his own cock. “If you breathe, it’ll be because I allowed you to. If you cum, it’ll be because I made you. Is that clear, bitch?”

You blink twice and moan an agreement as best as you can, and Jimin strokes your sticky cheek in approval, releasing his grip on your throat. He begins to fuck your mouth with wild abandon, closing his eyes as his hips drive his cock down your throat with no mercy. Spit and precum are dripping down your chin, and tears are spilling out of your eyes, but you are loving every second of being used as a cocksleeve for your alpha. Your master, your one and only for as long as you live.

Jimin sinks his cock into your throat for a good five seconds, ignoring your little whines and pleas, and the way your nails dig into his inner thighs. He knows just how far he can push you. Always knows how much you can take, when to make you go that extra mile and withhold oxygen from you for just a few more seconds.

He pulls you off his cock by gripping your hair, and you gasp and sputter, tears rolling down your cheeks and feeling absolutely filthy with the mess that is coating your chin. Jimin pauses with his hand in your hair to admire how fucked out you already look.

“So beautiful. So beautiful, and all mine,” he whispers with a thumb on your lip. His voice has now softened, your punishment over, and he wipes your tears away gently. “Get on the table. I want to eat your pussy. Eat you out so good because you’re carrying my babies so well.”

He helps you with his hands on your waist, scooping you into his embrace and lifting you onto the table effortlessly, pulling down your shorts and underwear. From your point of view, Jimin looks absolutely breathtaking; chest and abdomen covered in a light sheen of sweat, narrow hips lodged in between your legs, his dripping cock twitching just for you. He places his hands on your inner thighs to spread them for him, fingers stroking your puffy lips as he gets down on his knees to worship you properly.

The first hit of his tongue has you crying out, and Jimin doesn’t waste time in toying with yout clit. Flat, rough licks have your breasts arching toward the ceiling, hips struggling in his grasp as he eats you like a man starved.

“You taste so fucking good baby,” Jimin slurps messily, part of his werewolf tendencies when he delves into his raw meats. “You look so fucking beautiful when you’re pregnant. Couldn’t have picked a better mate to carry my babies so well.” Your juices are all over his chin as he pushes his nose against your clit, tongue dipping into your entrance. “So much sweeter than before. I love eating your pregnant pussy.”

You feel his fingers tease at the edges of your lips, and you whine for him, pushing your hips towards him and demanding for more. Jimin flashes you a devious smirk, kissing your inner thigh before he gives you two fingers right up to the last knuckle, seeking out your sweet spot and making you clench tight around him as stars burst behind your eyes.

“God… you’re… oh god, so good, fuck,” you reach for him and kiss him sloppily on the chin before Jimin readjusts so that you get his lips instead. “Want more, want your cock, now, please.”

“Show me how much,” he demands, pushing your top up to pinch your nipples hard. “Touch yourself.”

You bring your hands up to cup your breasts for him, pinching your own nipples and wincing at the sharp pleasure. Your mouth hangs open sinfully, gasps and moans pouring out as Jimin bends to take one nipple into his own mouth, sucking harshly and occasionally introducing teeth.

“Can’t wait till you’re dripping milk from here,” Jimin pauses with your nipple in between his teeth. “Gonna look so beautiful. Leaking milk from your soft puffy nipples. I’ll lick every sweet drop.”

He detatches his mouth from your breasts, hands sliding down to circle your still slim waist. His fingers dance carefully over the still flat surface, but they still give you goosebumps as Jimin rubs his cock against your lower belly too, covering you with precum. He takes pleasure in leaving your belly all wet and sticky before pushing his cock towards your entrance, parting your lips with his blunt head. Before he can push inside you, Jimin leans down quickly and presses a kiss to your belly button.

“Thank you for carrying my babies,” he whispers against your skin before he thrusts in fully, and you clench around him delightfully, whimpering his name as his cock fucks into you, spreads you wide open.

Jimin doesn’t go as hard now as he did when he was trying to mate you. His thrusts are deep but not as fast, a slow, sensuous pace that tortures your nerves a bright red. The head of him hits your womb gently with every thrust, and Jimin lingers there for a moment, reminding you of how he got you pregnant in the first place, of how this womb now belongs to him, to sire his pups and carry his bloodline.

The aftershocks of your previous orgasm have now grown stronger and stronger, and your walls are quivering around his cock. Mouth wide open and panting his name, you claw at his back, legs wound tight around his hips to keep his cock buried deep in your cunt.

“Jimin, I want to cum again,” you demand with your lips against his neck. “So, so close, please. Want you to cum inside me too.”

Your alpha wraps his hands around your waist to pull you deeper onto his cock, his voice deep and reassuring. “I got you baby, just cum all over me. I can feel you dripping on me, just let go and cum.”

With your eyes closed and his cock still thrusting into your depths, you crash down around him, walls convulsing and trying to milk him dry. Jimin continues to fuck you through your orgasm, every thrust of his hips paired with his thumb on your clit eliciting wails from your throat.

“You like this? I’m gonna cum so deep in your pregnant little pussy. Fill you up like I did when I knocked you up. You like that right?” Jimin coaxes as his thrusts speed up. “Like getting filled with cum, that’s why you’re going to be pregnant all the time. My precious little pregnant bitch.”

“Oh yes, yes,” you are sobbing openly into his shoulder now, clutching him close to your body. “Fill me up, cum inside me!”

Jimin lets out a primal roar as his cock twitches inside you, hips driving him deeper one last time against your already occupied womb as he unleashes a torrent of cum, painting the mouth of your cervix white with semen. You lie there with your cunt sore, letting your alpha empty his balls into you as he rides out the rest of his pleasure, hands caressing your rounded hips as he milks his cock dry into your pussy.

He slowly pulls out of your tender cunt, dropping to his knees to lick up the mess as you twitch in overstimulation. You can only lie there boneless, hands reaching for him with a small whine in your chest for him to come cuddle you and take you to bed.

When Jimin scoops you in his arms, you bury your face into his neck. “Good boy, Chimmy.”