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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Someone New 7

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Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This fic will contain explicit content. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend for years, but you’re slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor

Note: I am queuing this so who knows if Im still suffering.

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The morning is going splendid. You spilled your coffee and the tea you packed in a thermos, you left on your counter. The realisation doesn’t hit you until you pull up to the site. You huff and hang your head, gripping the steering wheel as you brace yourself for your caffeine withdrawal.

At least it’s dry. Mostly. As Thor forecast, the rain didn’t come until the night. The steady patter kept you awake, along with that lingering displacement that never quite leaves you. Fatigue is another constant. Your new normal; sleepless nights and sleepy days.

You get out and set to work. It’s all you can do. It’s all you’ve been doing. Just keep going. It doesn’t matter how, just get it done, get through the day.

You yawn at your task, brushing digging, oh so gently wiggling the little form. It’s almost out. Almost free. In your eagerness for some progress, you get careless. Your hand slips and the spearhead grazes our palm. Is isn’t until the stinging splits your skin that you realise it’s a slash.

Damn it, you didn’t put your damned gloves on.

Great, with the luck you’re having, you’ve just contracted some ancient virus. You hiss and grip your wrist. Your adrenaline triggers your heart. You take a few breaths to stay calm as you watch the blood bead to the surface.

You curse and stagger to your feet. You grab the rag from your back pocket and clutch it in your injured hand. You grip it tight as you cross the site, careful not to tread to heavily, and you angle the fencing to sidle between two panels.

You clumsily pull open the car door and reach under the seat. You always keep an emergency with you. It’s a rule of thumb for your sort of work. You never know what might happen. Bug spray, sunscreen, bandages, swabs, a hole trove of supplies.

You shake as the pain intensifies, thrumming through your palm. You come out and rest the plastic tote on the hood and sift through with your single hand. This is going to be awkward as hell. While you enjoy your solitary, it can sometimes be unsettling. What if something worse happened?

“Ruff, ruff, rrrrruffffff,” the growlish yet high-pitched barking comes from up the mountain road.

You pause as he peek under the rag and peer up as gravel mulches. Another visit? Your work is so boring, you wouldn’t expect him again. Thor appears as Thunder hops before him, spastic as she sniffs the ground in circles. He smiles and waves but you can only manage a grimace before you look back to your wound.

“Morning,” he booms as he scoops up the small dog and nears the other side of the car, “it’ll be a sunny one.”

“You sure?” You look up at the greyish blue skies, than at him. Hm, the hue of above is rather similar to his eyes.

“I know so,” he assures you and tilts his head curiously, “why are you so grim?”

You show him your hand as you lift the cloth from it. He lets out a sympathetic hum and sets Thunder on the ground. She runs over to inspect the fence as he rounds the hood towards you. As he gets closer, his size is even more obvious. He’s well-built, you can see it even at a distance, but up close and personal, he’s almost inhuman in stature.

“Yikes,” he offers his hand, “may I?”

“Really, it’s not—I can handle it.”

“I’m certain you can. Only the bravest woman would come to these grey lands and sit alone in the dirt,” he jokes. “Please, it’ll be easier with two hands.”

You relent, a tinge of embarrassment hot in your cheeks, and peel the rag away. You hold your hand out to him and he brings one of his large ones to cradle it. Wow. He’s massive. The difference in your hands is startling.

“Nasty cut,” he muses as he reaches over for the swabs you’ve piled out on the metal, “but it shouldn’t need more than a snug wrap.”

“Thanks,” you look away, eyeing the dirt as his proximity makes you squirm.

You can’t remember the last time a man touched you, especially a handsome one. Well, aside from Sam and Bucky but those were just hugs and usually ended in them arguing anyway. You’ve never been the most popular girl in the world and those men you managed to reel in didn’t stay on the hook very long. You never really tried to keep them. You were always too distracted.

You wince as he wipes the cut with the alcoholic cloth. He softens his touch but holds your hand firm from beneath. He offers a rumbling apology as he focuses on tending to you. His intent is new to you. The way he looks at your palm holds more than any look you’ve ever gotten from a man. Or anyone.

He crumples up the used wipe and takes another. He’s thorough. You feel a shiver roll through you despite the warmth in the air. He trades the wipe for the roll of gauze and wraps the strip around your hand, hooking over your thumb and looping your wrist. He uses the little metal clip to pin it then turns your hand over, brushing his own over it as he grins.

“Good as new,” he announces, “though I recommend you not use it too much. And perhaps a pair of gloves.”

“Yeah, I forgot. Long day.”

“It’s nine in the morning?” He chuckles.

“Yep,” you agree dryly.

“Hopefully it gets better,” he says.

“Yeah, maybe,” you agree dully and toss the things back in the tote.

He picks it up before you can and keeps it from your reach, “like I said, you should take it easy.”

“Well, there’s work to be done,” you say as he moves to the open door and slides the tote inside. “What are you doing back here?”

“Ah, I let the queen lead the way,” he stands straight and closes the car door. He looks past you and your head perks up. Thunder is very quiet. “As ever, she does not tread with caution.”

You turn to find the chihuahua inside the fence. You jump in place and sprint over, clattering between the panels as you call after her. “No, no, sweetie, be careful!”

You chase her around where you were digging as you sense Thor watching from without. Great! You hope she didn’t pee anywhere.

A sharp whistle pierces the air and Thunder stops. She sits in place, still wiggling, but doesn’t move. You peek back at Thor and he nods. You near her and pick her up.

“Sorry about her, she is a free spirit,” he tuts as you cross back to him. “I will be certain she does not stray again. My apologies.”

You’re taken aback by his sincerity. You try to remember the last time someone apologised to you and sounded like they meant it. Hell, when’s the last time you even got an apology. You dip out between the grating and hold out the dog.

“I would hate to get in your way any more than we already have,” he hugs her with one arm and spreads his other hand over his chest, “we will be on our way. I do hope the sunshine brings some brightness to your day.”

“Um, thanks,” you shift on your feet and hide your twiddling fingers. “You too.”

“I’ve already found my sunlight,” he grins even wider and blinks, “now, Thunder, let’s go make a storm somewhere else.” He twists on his heel and lumbers off, “perhaps mother might put up with you for a time.”

You stand just outside the fence and watch him go. A lock of his golden hair hangs loosely form his bun, dangling down his back, wagging almost like the dog’s little tail. He bounds over the lumpy ground and disappears behind the rock face. You look down and smile.

Not everything is so bad and you can see the amber ribbon limning the clouds. The sun will be there soon. Just like he promised.

💟

Thor comes back again.

It’s a week since you cut your hand. Like before, you can’t predict him. You don’t hear him approach as he’s alone. You only notice him as he clangs something on the fence and lets out an ‘oops’. You pop your head up and look over at him through squinting eyes. Your forehead hurts from the expression.

You smooth out your face and stand, facing him. He wiggles a metal canister in his hand. The wind sweeps the strands around his square jaw as the sky pulses in shades of gray behind him.

“Thought you might like some hot tea,” he holds up the thermos.

“Oh, uh... you didn’t have to...” you look at the sky and its quivering blanket. You’ve been pondering packing up for the last hour. “Thanks.”

“Not to worry, I was restless.”

“And you always go walking through the mountains when you’re bored?” You wonder as you step around the markers in the dirt.

“I live here, there isn’t very much else to do and it isn’t a good day for swimming.”

“Swimming?” You nod and click your tongue. “Sounds like the life to me.”

“Mm, it can be rather languid when there isn’t work to do,” he turns the thermos in his hands as he talks, “Have you tried cloudberry?”

“Cloudberry? Never heard of it.”

He pokes the thermos between the panels and you take it. He pushes the barrier back into place between you, hooking his fingers into the links. You feel the warmth through the copper-coloured metal.

“You didn’t have to come all this way for tea,” you laugh.

“I wanted to ask after your hand. See how it’s healing,” he says.

“Oh, uh,” you open and close your gloved hand, “just a scab now. I’m all good.”

He smiles and keeps himself from leaning to heavily as the fence dips towards you. He coughs and realigns his feet, brushing back the looses strands around his face with a flick. He pushes his shoulders back and drops his hand.

“So uh, you should try the tea. I put together the herbs myself, steeped it...” he bounces on his heels, “I suppose it’s not that impressive but it is good. Antioxidants, anti-inflammatory.”

“Wow, sounds like one of those superfoods,” you scoffs as you pull of your glove and tuck it into your work belt. You untwist the cap and steam wisps out. You smell the tea and blow over it. You look up and find him watching you. “You’re starting to make me nervous, what’s in it?”

“Just tea,” he assures. “I can’t lie to you, though. It wasn’t my idea. My mother suggested it. She’s very interested to see what you’re digging up but I’m afraid she can’t do much at the moment.”

“Oh, your mother? Is she sick?”

“She is in perfect health aside from her dislocated knee. She went rock climbing and well, accidents happen, eh?”

“Yeah, sure do,” you show him your cut. “But they get better.”

A lull rises as you take a dainty sip. The tartness tweaks your cheeks and you scrunch up your nose.

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s... different but not bad,” you say. “So, your parents live up here too?”

“Mm, yes. I’m afraid I’m occupying their attic at the moment. I sold my home in Oslo, it was much too... cold.”

You can’t help but snort, “it’s Norway.”

“Ah, so it is. I should be used to it,” he agrees. “And how are you faring here? Have you adjusted to these dour lands?”

“Eh, I’m trying,” you put the lid back on and turn it until tight. “Thanks for the tea.”

“My pleasure,” he assures you. “Seems lonely work.”

“I don’t mind it,” you shrug and cross your arms, tucking the thermos beneath one arm.

“Interesting though. Have you found very much?”

“Ugh, a spearhead and some pieces of the shaft. A vase, cracked though. Some beads.”

“Beads,” he echoes thoughtfully, “is this all confidential?”

“Not really, you wanna see?”

“Very much so,” he says.

“Right, uh, let me just...”

You go back to where you were sat and plant the thermos in the dirt. You scurry around, overly aware of his observation, and go to the pin of your catalogued items. You find the bone beads and brings the little dish of them over to the fence. You hold them up as he peers between the links.

“They have runes,” he intones.

“Yeah, I’ve got the meaning of all of them except, er...” you pull out the single bead made of jade, “this one.”

He hums and considers it closely, leaning in.

“Not a rune. That’s a family symbol.”

“Oh?”

“My family’s.”

“Wow, uh,” you lower your chin, “that’s... I... kinda feel like a thief.”

“Can’t have cared very much about it if it’s down there,” he remarks, “you know, my father has mapped out much of our genealogy. As much as he can. He might be able to assist with your research, if he can find the time. Bit of a hermit these days.”

“Oh, uh maybe, I’d hate to bother,” you smile sheepishly, “erm...” you look around, “where’s Thunder? Awful quiet without her.”

“She’s keeping mother company. I’ve told her not to be too much of an imp, can’t have her making it worse,” he shakes his head. “The two of them are both stubborn as the other.”

You can’t help the twitch in your eye. All this talk of your family has you suddenly homesick. You fight not to crack and swallow tightly.

“Anyway, thanks again for the tea.”

“Your parents must miss you,” he says abruptly.

“Erm, yeah, my mom calls now and then but she’s better as an empty nester. Dad’s got his head under a hood most days so...”

“Friends? Boyfriend?” He wonders.

You arch a brow. He’s not very subtle and yet his inquiry can’t be anything but innocent, right? You’re still strangers. He can’t be into you. Not someone who looks like him. How long did you pray for Steve to even see you like that? This man is definitely not going to.

“Friends. Sam likes to pester me when I should be sleeping and Bucky... they’re funny.” You sniff and gaze past him. You won’t mention that giant elephant in your head. The one you think about at night.

“Lots to miss back home, it sounds like,” he breaks the silence before it can settle.

“Yeah, but not every day you get to travel.”

“And to a beautiful land,” Thor declares, “I hope one day you’ll come out of the dirt and see more of it. You’ll be surprised what lays further up the mountain.”

You smile and look down, “yeah, maybe one day.”

“Until then,” he backs up on his heel, “I won’t distract you any further. Enjoy your tea.” He turns and strides away, pausing halfway as you linger by the fence, “the rain will be here around five so I would leave early, otherwise you’ll be driving through it.”

“Right,” your chest deflates just a little. You don’t know what you wanted him to say but you’re disappointed, “thanks.”

#thor #steve rogers #thor x reader #steve rogers x reader #series #someone new #angst fic #grayish fic #mcu #marvel #au #fic #captain america #avengers

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honeyydrunk · 4 months

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the nct fuckboy/fratboy agenda has me weakkkk omg give us more whenever u have the time ur so good!!!

ofc thank u !! they have me going delusional feral crazy barking and meowing !! let me do it for you let me write it out ANY MORE REQUESTS LEMME KNOW !!

part 1 link NCT COLLEGE FUCKBOYS PART 2 ten jeno jungwoo hendery yangyang renjun xiaojun winwin

ten lee chittaphon leechaiyapornkul is a whore. absolute whore. he's raising those neos into SLUTS. his reputation precedes him bc he is so pretty, so flexible, so ughhhhhhhhhhh !!!! like you see him for the first time and you know why people say he's got a body count bigger than his age. everyone wants to fuck himmm. he's so pretty, and even even prettier fucked out. messy hair and everything.

he's always flirting with someone new in the hallway when you see him. and like taeyong, his sex tapes get sent AROUND. people come up to him at school randomly and beg for 1 night w him. he's slept w all the neos at one point im sure about that.

you knew about how much of a SLUT bro was. but once you saw one of his sex tapes w johnny, you found yourself showed up outside of his class and begged for him. he responded that you should dm him w your application and he might get back to you about it. lee jeno 💪 bro is ur average athlete player fuckboy. THE cliche. smokes behind the benches, rich family, somehow top of the class. the one that everyone swears they won't fall for but they all want. you see a new girl on his arm each week and it hurts. but you've already fallen, it's just a matter of time. he'll start wearing you down and he didn't even know he did it. but you did. pulling the triangle technique when you lock eyes, catching you when you fall. and eventually he'll be right behind you when you shamefully admit to your friend that you want him. when he fucks you gone in his car? you know you need to get him to stay with you. you couldn't live without this. like you need his dick to even function. you've given up your life for him, just so that when he asks you're available to suck his dick.

JUNGWOO,,,, oh my god. he's so crazy. y'all remember the 2 baddies fuckboy jungwoo era. imagine that, but that's his default setting. man's still sugaring candy, but it's ur candy this time. he's sucking ur pussy if u didn't understand what doja said. he's the quiet slut. the whole school doesn't talk about him like they do mark, ten, taeyong and jeno. but when you see him? you're done for. batshit crazy delusional. his whole demeanour and personality is straight flirting, pulling his shirt up at every opportunity. the way he walks around the school with his sweet perfume trailing, he gets people going feral over him. people will just walk up and beg for him to fuck him, and ofc jungwoo obliges if they're hot enough.

he's so sweet when you taste him, like his cum is sweeter than sugar. his perfume too. everything about him is like a candy drug. a pretty moan when you suck him dry. he's so pretty and sweet that makes you cum too. genuinely, you start following him around school just so you can smell him. you don't even care it's creepy.

H E N D E R Y is the epitome of "so weird you forget he's hot." he's actually extremely popular. genuinely friends with everyone. people are a little hesitant because they know he's part of the neo slut gang, and they see him acting a little unusual special crazy. but they actually have a conversation with him and suddenly they realise, bro this guy is amazing. and jus like that he's friends with everyone.

but then, uh well here comes a strange phenomenon. you've only seen him being silly, a little whimsical even. but when you see him zoned out, or concentrating for once? ..... "oh". because you finally realise how beautiful he is. an actual prince. it's not exaggerated to say he's taken your breath away. you're in love. imagine how much it hurts to go to a party and realise that you're not the only one in the room that is. so many people had that exact experience as you. learning how beautiful he truly is, falling in love, and begging for him. you see him in the corner, zoned out from the loud music and watch one of the guys you're mutually friends with have that phenomenon right there and then, pulling him away to a cupboard.

the same thing happened 3 times that night. liu yangyang international exchange fuckboy. he doesn't realise he's a fuckboy though. with the whole funny and cute personality going on, he thinks he's just got an amazing ability to pull people. sleeping with a different person or multiple people at a party, to seeing someone new every day and asking for their instagram. bro doesn't even know about the horrendous reputation he's got. "dude people say i'm a slut? nahhh that's crazy."

yangyang is of the opinion he's just a funny chill guy. down for anything, including a little fun fuck times whenever someone asks. and while that's his reasoning, he doesn't quite understand how it looks to everyone else. a rich guy coming back from germany, taiwan, and wherever else for weekend getaway bender and driving to school in a luxury car with a new girl in it almost every day.

when he fucks? it's just like his personality. fun and hyper. bros fucking for a good time and with him it's definitely a good time. spilling cum on the luxury leather seats, tinted windows and a surround sound system. yeah,,,,, you see why he does this so often. it's genuinely so much fun. better make sure you give him a really good time though, so he invites you to his apartment next time.

renjunnie the most smug class president for some, and nct's little plaything to others. it really depends on who you ask. for people in his class, he is the most obnoxious, smug, annoying ahh know it all, with the biggest dick. (a stick up his ass which is obviously jenos). genuinely, every person he's tutored has ended up unfortunately eyeing him instead of the book. how did that end? with him being just as rude and bitchy as he fucks you. measuring how much he pleases you by how much you can answer while fucked out.

but for the ones that know of the dreamies having their way with him can't possibly see him as anything other than a little toy. the way the other six just devour that man is actually quite shocking. lowkey surprised bro can even walk.

xiaojun oh my lord. this man's moans are heavenly. you actually cum when you hear them. (lowkey think some czennie do when he hits those notes). he's part of the nct moaner gets passed around line with renjun, haechan, taeyong, and ten. horrid sex tapes.

he looks so beautiful. standing in front of the school performance during an assembly, halting everyone with his voice. if you could look around, you'd see everyone frozen. haunted by his siren song and face that launched a thousands wars. everyone in that room was looking at him, and only him. in that room, no one was in a relationship. how could they love anyone else except him.

countless marriage proposals, dowrys of billions. everyone in that room would give xiaojun the world in exchange for a sliver of his love. no joke someone has given him a car in exchange for his private instagram account. winwin bros got the cha eunwoo effect. the campus crush. he hangs out with the china line horrid fuckboys , yangyang hendery chenle. but who cares? that actually elevates his status. literally a rose in a garden of slutty ahh thorns. that's not to say he's not a giant fuckboy. he's just quieter about it.

with his quiet excuses, sneak dates an hour away, his subtle ways of affection. he says he doesn't want attention, so you can't publicly date. but that's just so the other girls won't find out. he doesn't even think he's dating you, just seeing where it goes. eventually you'll call it off, "making it easier on your friendship" you say. that's how he goes through so many girls.

taking you to a beautiful garden several hours out of the city, you think it's romantic. he uses a different phone to text with you, 'so the guys don't go through my regular one and tease you'.

enjoying the sunlight he's slowly fingering you so you're focused on his love, and not seeing what's right in front of you

tags: @stanskzorillkickyou you asked for yangyang bbg !!

prev: haechan, mark, johnny, yuta, jaemin, kun, chenle, jisung next: jaehyun doyoung taeil lucas

#nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #nct smut #ten smut #ten lee smut #lee jeno smut #jeno smut #jungwoo smut #hendery smut #yangyang smut #xiaojun smut #winwin smut

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barkencyde · 4 days

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hi!! im ben! im a 19 yr old (feb 2005) german shepherd therian, this is my lil corner of the internet to bark about all things alterhuman :-)

i am a therian, otherkin, fictionkin and otherhearted/animalhearted but i will mostly post about my therianthropy here. i prefer to keep other alterhuman identites of mine a little more private :-p this doesnt mean i will never talk about them though :-)

theres a little more about me under the cut, along with a list of tags i use to organise my blog! feel free to have a look around :-)

with that out of the way, WELCOME TO MY VIRTUAL KENNEL!

more about me:

u may also see me using the name kylo, its just a nickname :-) feel free to call me either ben or kylo or even make up other nicknames 4 me! i dont rly mind xD

i DONT have a kin list and dont plan to ever make one (at least not publicly) BUT if ur a no dbls fictionkin & concerned abt me doubling u feel free to dm me to check i dont b4 interacting with me more :-)

i dont rly have a DNI, if i am uncomfortable with you/the content you post i will just block you and move on. im pretty chill about most things though! my only real boundary when it comes to this blog is i do ask that people under the age of 16 dont message me/try to befriend me. im fine with likes/reblogs & brief interactions (e.g. in the notes of a post or in asks) but im not really comfortable talking to anyone younger than this outside of simple interactions

tags 🐾 - general dogkin - any post relating to dogs/being a dog [🐾🤎 - german shepherd kin - posts specifically about gsds/being a gsd] [🐾🤍 - borzoi kin - posts specifically about borzois/being a borzoi] 🎞️ media - any picture, gif or video i have posted 🎾 barking - any post i speak in 🗞️ mailman - asks/submissions 🦴 treats - posts i reblog that i especially enjoy/favs 🍂 otherkin - fictional species or characters i identify as 💗 otherheart - animals i feel a strong connection to/identify with but do not consider a theriotype/identify as

some fun graphics ive collected :-D (more 2 be added)

#🎾 barking #pinned post #therian #otherkin #otherhearted #dog therian #canine therian #dog kin #canine kin #dogkin #caninekin

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b1mbodoll · 4 months

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GLASSES HEE AT 1K NOTES … lets all kiss <3

#♡.gabi barks #ehehehe #im so happy #i need to write bimbo rdr more often bc thats literally The Gabi Brand #also bcs of the Evil Little Witch (/pos) in my dms talking abt leehan n his bimbo #its me im his bimbo btw #guys he’s genuinely so dreamy im abt to change my bio from jakeys mutt to leehans bimbo idk…

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surfinminho · 1 year

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Kinktober day 11- pet play w/ changbin

⤷ warnings: fem!reader, sub! changbin, anal play, sexting, strap ons

⤷ word count: 642

⤷Taglist : @greysweaters-blog @hannie-bees @ashydoinwhat @chansbabygirlsstuff @hiddlestandom @stanskzsstuff @mal-lunar-28 @leeracha @linos-kitten @bonateukna @ihrtlix

⤷ permanent taglist: @iadorethemskz

*please dm me if you want to be added or removed from the taglist.*

Changbin: mommy :(

Changbin: mommy r u busy?

Changbin: I'm so so hard for u rn :((

Changbin: [1 image attached]

Changbin: see I even put in my tail!

Changbin: it hurts so much without you here to jerk me off 🙁

You felt your phone buzz one too many times for your liking, in a meeting you quickly silence your phone. Placing it back in your pocket you focus back on the meeting.

Changbin: idk what to do without you rn Changbin: I'm soooo horny baby

Changbin: I'm gonna cry pls come home soon:(

When you didn't answer the second time he put the phone down, grabbing the bottle of lube he recently discarded pouring some out onto his hand. Wrapping a hand tightly around his cock to mimick the feeling of your cunt on his cock.

"s-shit" he arches his back off the bed, reaching into the pleasure.

He grabs his phone, opening the camera and hitting record.

"See mommy im so hard. Just for you"

He rubs his dick, up and down repeatedly. Rubbing his slit.

"F-fuck only for you." tightening the grip he has around his tip.

"c-cumming" he presses the red button, ending the recording.

Changbin: [1 video attached]

Changbin: :)

You came out of the meeting, un-silencing your phone. Checking why you're phone was buzzing non stop.

You check your messages seeing 11 messages from your boyfriend.

You: what's wrong baby ? Sorry I was in a meeting.

Changbin: I need you rn 🙁

You scroll back up to click on the photos and videos he sent. Saving them in your camera roll before typing again.

You: aww baby I'll be home soon <3

You step into your car, trying to get there as fast a possible. Even though it's not a long drive, traffic can take a toll on how long it should take you to get home.

As soon as you get home, you call out his name letting your presence be known.

You walk towards your room to see changbin passed out on the bed with dried up cum on his stomach, he was wearing his bracelet. The signal he gave you, allowing you to do whatever you feel like with him.

Pulling out the box underneath the shared bed, you reach for your strap not bothering for any lube since he has some on the bed.

You climb back up, taking off your pants and panties before throwing a leg over his torso.

"So so pretty puppy" you snap open the cap of the bottle of lube, squirting some on the tip of your strap and his rim.

Grabbing his hips, you push the head in. You didn't mind if you woke him, he was so pretty when woken up with your mouth or cunt around him.

Your pace is slow, rutting your hips into him. Rubbing his nipples simultaneously.

Quickening your pace, your grip on his hips tighten, the chances of leaving marks likely.

With a certain thrust, he jolts awake. Cum spilling out of his tip.

"Hi puppy. Came just from me fucking you in your sleep. Such a dirty slut."

"Ah- hi mommy missed you so much" his smile adorned his face. Lighting up the dim room.

"Remember dogs don't talk. They bark right?" You wrap your hand lightly around the base of his cock. Not moving it, opting to resting it there.

"Sensi-" he tries to say, but you cut him off.

"Ah, what did I say."

He looks up at you, red flushing his face.

He barks once then twice before putting his head down.

"Good boy" you start to jerk him off at a fast pace, disregarding the fact that he just came.

"M-mommy! Gonna cum again!" He whines out bucking his hips into your fist before cumming again.

"You think you can give me one more?

#stray kids #surfinminho #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids smut #sub skz #sub!changbin #kinktober 2023

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intradognition · 8 months

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*paws you gently*

DNI ☆ minors. beyond that, i block liberally if i dont like your content/vibes

! I WILL BLOCK IF UR AGE ISNT LISTED !

THE DOG ☆ puppy (it/its), 20. not a person, a dog! weird white goth autigender/whatever + trans freak! queer + into everyone in the t4t way (cishets there is just about nothing for you here.) im very autistic so please be patient with puppy ^^ it writes in both first and third person :3

☆ uncollared virgin ; i subpost frequently but in reality im mostly a dom. tmblr is not my main form of media and i am very forgetful so i might abandon this blog accidentally </3

— blog functionings (msgs, asks, tags)

DMs ☆ open, but it's likely i'll only respond to mutuals

ASKS ☆ [#dogtorasks] open and anon allowed. come say hi to puppy!!!!

TAGS ☆ #dogtor barks for general dogblogging, #pawndering for writing/pupposting/etc, #mommy knows best for mommyposting, #puppy brain or #mommy brain for some rbs, #intradognothing for shitposts. i dont tw/tag any of the content i repost, but will mark my personal posting ab ocd as #ocd

☆ more about puppy & nsft under the cut ☆

— more ૮ ・ﻌ・ა

☆ it has a lot of interests but this blog is almost exclusively for dogposting! it may engage if they come up/be mentioned regardless

☆ i prefer neutral terms for myself but am also fine with masc ones! feel free to bark filthy names at me in my asks because i can and will start wagging

puppy terms:

chest, tits ; cunt, hole

trans people are welcome to call me mommy.

no fem terms/words, i much prefer being called a stupid fag/dumb puppy/etc. rather than gendered terms though :3

puppy likes, in no specific order:

pupplay (gestures vaguely at the blog) and petplay in general, i just prefer dogs

breeding (NOT pregnancy)

mommy/sub dynamics of all sort (as the mommy + i favor mommy/pet) but also mommy as a submissive role

praise, degradation/humiliation, begging

pain, bondage + marking (receiving)

dumbification, corruption [#dollposting]

monsterfucking. i LOVE monsters [#monsterfucking + #vampirefucking]

hierophilia (priests, religious shame, angels/demons, etc)

do not bring these things near puppy:

scat/emeto

sibling incest

feederism/weight kink

raceplay/beastiality

transphobia/detrans/misgendering

#dogtor barks #dogtor asks #pawndering #puppy brain #intradognothing #monsterfucking #vampirefucking #dollposting #mommy knows best #mommy brain

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ms-nesbit · 1 year

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Recover (jason todd x reader)

rating: 15+

warnings: swearing, violence, graphic depictions of injuries, sad jason todd

summary: reader and jason broke up, but jason regrets his decision after a near death experience. Tied to this fic

words: 1.5k

note: im gonna cry

So alone.

Jason undressed at the door, kicking the door behind him. His shoulders slouched - a habit he developed from his torture endured by Joker - yet they felt heavy, burdening more weight than usual.

No other thoughts occupied him: he was alone. Lonely. He knew this when he opened the fridge and the open space stared back at him in disgust, wrinkled ketchup packets scattered mindlessly; he knew this when he dragged his iron feet, tired from running from his fears, all the way to his bed, body crashing onto it.

He entered a one-way staring contest with the ceiling that morning, avoiding shutting his eyes from the vitriol he would meet once he had.

He turned on his phone, ignoring the mental notes he slapped earlier. Scrolling through social media to find any trace of her at all, he was met with his fear-

Nothing. No photos, simple messages, cryptic DMs addressing whatever remnants of him are still left at her apartment. Was Jason necessarily just for his feelings? He hadn’t cut ties with y/n for personal reasons, as he failed to reason with her; he did it for her safety.

Yet he was the one safe in his apartment, away from the drifting waves of the ocean crashing on his feet. Jason sat up on the foot of the bed, deep breaths distracting him from a message from his eldest brother, Dick: Black Mask. Again.

But as all things must, Jason addressed the problem head-on, standing from his rest, and falling into line like the soldier he was.

—

“Go to hell, you bitch.”

The insult hardly left Jason’s sharp tongue before a stray bullet struck his right shoulder, catching him.

Black Mask laughed loudly in response, echoes of his sadistic nature bouncing from the bare walls of the empty building. Jason, hunched in pain, heard a screech of a car door opening and closing - along with the clambering of footsteps - and he assumed defeat, a puddle of blood forming underneath him as he lay wounded, a continental soldier.

So cold.

No other words came to his mind when Dick sprinted to him, inspecting the open flesh wounds before the obvious bullet hole just under his clavicle. “Jason, we can take you to someone to get you patched up, Cass is on my cycle, gaining on Black Mask’s car-”

“Y/n’s place.” Jason wanted to waste no more time, feeling his body heat subside as his consciousness swayed.

Dick shook his head. “But Jason, your shoulder-”

Jason barked at his brother, hiding his fear-stricken eyes underneath his white streaks of hair. “Now.”

Only nodding, Dick lifted Jason to his feet, carrying the injured man to the Orphan’s vehicle. He gingerly laid Jason in the passenger seat, nerves shaken by the dangerous state he was in; Dick knew about y/n and what Jason did - despite Dick’s disapproval - but was terrified that he would again lose his brother before they would make it to her apartment.

It didn’t stop Dick though, flooring the gas pedal and disregarding traffic lights. And once they pulled in front of the stout building, Jason didn’t hesitate to pull on the car door, opening it and dragging himself out and onto the fire escape.

Dick didn’t say a word to his brother, but remained there until Jason reached y/n’s window, pursing his lips when Jason’s bloodied hand faintly knocked on the dirty glass before lifting it, tumbling in through the opening.

—

“Jason, what are you doing here?” y/n forced a whisper, bringing her free hand to a tight fist. “I thought you said you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

Jason whimpered in pain, collapsing on the floor with a final groan. He lay quiet, as silent as y/n had ever seen him, and it evoked panic in her. “Christ, Todd, what did you get yourself into?” She rushed to his side, resting one hand on his left shoulder, and the other taking his hand; she paid no mind to the blood from his body dripping onto her maroon nightgown, nor could she - Jason’s breaths were heavy, labored. “Jason…Todd, why are you here?” y/n asked once more, voice broken, and use of formal name breaking Jason with her.

“I want to spend my life with you,” Jason panted, “or whatever of it I have left.” he shifted carefully, weight falling onto his arms, as he lifted himself from the ground. His jacket was tattered from the knife tears, and the black shirt underneath damp with…blood? Sweat? Tears? Not even Todd knew.

Before Jason’s arms gave out on him, y/n caught him, and guided him to her couch, where he slumped his back and upper body on the armrest. Y/n cursed under her breath when Jason unintentionally exposed the extent of his injuries, and began shuffling to the bathroom to retrieve the oversized first aid kit Dick supplied her with upon their first meeting. As she turned to leave, though, she was stopped by Jason gripping her forearm with whatever strength he conserved. “We can talk about this some other time, Todd, I just have to take care of-”

“No.” he gritted through clenched teeth, tears falling and catching on the scrapes on his cheeks, the salty liquid stinging him. “Just-just listen, okay?” y/n hadn’t heard him this vulnerable, weak…scared.

So scared. “I was scared that they would find you, hurt you, ki…” Jason trailed, vocal chords strained from the harrowing thoughts that washed over him. “I-I can’t lose you.”

Y/n bent down in front of Jason, bringing herself to eye level with him as she pressed her forehead to his. So close she was that she could see that he was crying, the sadness in his hazel eyes calling to her; Jason noticed the terror in y/n’s expression, her tears streaming past her cheeks, and it hurt him more than the bullet wound. He wanted no more than to protect her from pain, but the pain had been his doing, his hands, his actions.

He couldn’t bring himself to forgive his mistakes, so it was a shock to him when his hand felt warmer, softer flesh, and it was y/n’s hand, trembling as it took his. “Please don’t leave again. I can’t lose you.” Y/n’s other hand rested on Jason’s cheek, brushing the tears away as she healed his chest with forgiveness, a medicine he hadn’t quite experienced in his lifetime of agony. “If that means my last day is tomorrow, I don’t care - I want it to be spent with you.” y/n’s lips twitched as she grinned weakly, still overcome with emotion. She wanted to be strong for him, caring for him as nearly nobody else bothered, and it took him nearly dying to see that she believed he was deserving of such prophylactics. “Besides, I’m a strong woman, anyway.”

Jason instinctively smiled at the response, despite the overbearing torment from his wounds. “You are.” He placed his other hand over y/n’s, giving it a weak squeeze. “But I’ll protect you even when you can’t protect yourself. Always.”

The fire in Jason’s eyes burned y/n, like Icarus to the sun, and she felt her steel wings melt and burn into the ocean below her before she, too, fell. Jason was nothing short of serious, and the tone healed the words that shattered her weeks prior.

His eyes rolled back, and he fell unconscious, much to y/n’s dismay, snapping her from her dreadfully short dreamlike state. “Jason? Jay? Jay!” y/n shouted, voice stained with trepidation.

—-

The heart rate monitor beeped overhead.

Jason slumbered soundly on the bed, bare chest covered with bandages and stitches. Y/n placed a tender kiss to his forehead after combing his tuft of hair. She waited hours for him to come to, as the retired doctor noted before her departure, “Y/n, it could be days before he wakes up. Just keep him company.” And y/n did, taking his blood pressure intermittently, and refilling his IV bag.

Her favorite time was at dawn, when she poured herself and Jason dinnertime tea. She picked a book from her nook, and read it. While y/n was reading her collection of Emily Dickinson’s poems, though, out of the corner of her eye, she swore she saw a stir in Jason, but shrugged it off, returning to the stanza.

But when his breathing staggered, and a quiet but needy, “Y/n” left his pale lips, y/n rose to her feet, nearly knocking over her steaming cup of tea. She rushed to Jason’s sight, and the sight of Jason hazily grinning at her overtook her.

“Jay.” she sang softly. “Please don’t do that again.” Jason attempted to adjust his posture on the bed, grunting in pain as he miscalculated his healing. “No, don’t- you have to rest for a while. It was pretty bad.”

Jason looked down at the bullet wound, where it was stitched and heavily bandaged. “I love you.” his voice was sleepy, but as serious as it was before he lost consciousness earlier.

“I know. I love you too.” Y/n was happy she left her window unlocked; Jason laid content with the angel at his bedside, a symbol of hope in his life he feared he could have never restored.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd/reader #jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood x reader #red hood/reader #red hood #my post #mine #dceu #robin #batfamily #dick grayson #nightwing #fuck i #fanfiction #ao3

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lemontarto · 8 months

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Man I need more of that racer au PLEASE 🙏🏼 what are your thinkity-thoughts

grinning evilly i have so many thinkity thoughts but 2 first clarify this au and most aus i make r in collaboration with @everyonehasthoughts cajse we love fitz a lot

Theres a bit of background info u need for theWhole thing but im just gonna focus on the detz aspect of it for the most part . under the cut cause its very extensive

context:

della used to be a big famous racer but she'd disappeared from the racing world (drag racing 2 clarify) after she'd married alden

(asshole guy btw hes always evil) who was a Big Sponsor of races. ceo of some fitness sports related company

subsequently the vacker children get into racing bc Vacker legacy etc etc

alvar switches to a different (rival) sponsor (neverseen) cause he n alden do not click so well (this is putting it kindly) and that caused a big conflict between him n fitz

Character profiles:

(borht fitz n dex are in the 18-19 range n bianas somewhere lke 17 so she can race)

FITZ:

horrible racer, always last place. he still does it cause he wants 2 improve sooo bad. he overthinks n doesnt have self confidence (we love alden!)

still got the book 1 personality tho! pretentious lil guy <3 he might not have faith in himself but he can tell u all abt the vacker family legacy

very intense abt everything unless hes not. pride and frustrations are his strongest emotions but everything else is too complicated. constantly furrowing his brows

which means hes got a notoriously bad temper... the crowd loves him tho cuase he adds drama and its interesting, so he makes a name for himself sort of

He's a boxer! its more of a respected sport than drag racing and it's what hes known for outside of the cars.

he gets into the Occasional fight (once with alvar that caused a big scene. keefe but they became bffs. and Then dex!!) but the worst he does after losing is probably punching something 🤷‍♂️

he gets a lot of modelling gigs with biana cause they're That vacker duo right. Mostly atheleisure and some high fashion but nothing super prestigous just be aware hes on magazines somewhere!!

still a baker man its one of his hidden talents. we love a gift giving love language ☺

short king (5'7") but makes up for it by being swole or whatever

DEX:

dex is a general mechanic that works at the track n hes actually decent at racing but he hates people so he a fixer upper !

Tall noodly guy. towers ofver fitz (6'3" range) but hes scrappy

hes all bark where fitz is all bite

Lovees to trash talk ppl its his other passion.

Full of spite its one of his fundamental characteristics

probably talks to cars.

Im not a dex girlie so sorry this is very short for him 🙏

general plot things:

dex is Fed up with fitz's attitude 120% of the time so he messes with fitzs car a lot but fitz cant figure out who does it. think spray painting or screwing something loose or emptying his tank hes kinda foul

meanwhile fitz doesnt even remember who dex is half of the time hes kinda dense (deck dizznee...) hes busy racing horribly!! and working for alden

Fitz finds out dex has been messing with his car when he's on the track and dex is giggling off tothe side Which is when it clicks

(taken from the dms this is lke their confrontation:)

Fitz takes a swing at him ad a scuffle breaks out LOL. dex ends up with a black eye and fitz a broken nose from dex headbutting him before forkle (owner of the track) drags them off and basically kicks them out

'dont bother coming back until you two can get along' type shit (to be fair. hes been watching them beef for a while a public fight is his last straw)

Anyway they end up having to do bonding activities to get back on the track!! this involves fitz teaching dex how to fight (dexs silver tongue is bound to get him fucked up) and dex teaching fitz how to drive and treat a car

then dex sort of finds out little personal details abt fitz noone knows cause fitz is high strung and closed off (how do u relax... baking). hes kinda helping him cope !!

somewhere along those lines its not about getting along to stay on the track anymore but something Else.

Fun stuff:

dex does very much have a raging crush on fitz. at first its abt his physical appeal but he also grows to like his personality

fitz is dense to that cause he assumes everyones straight!! but does start realizing after keefe mentions something to him

keefe is constantly in the background he and fitz are models tgether. he lieks to bombard their training sessions and catches onto dexs crush faster than u could say hunkyhair.

teasing is in his blood and dex is not exempt from it!!

dex buys a magazine with fitz (and biana!) on the cover in secret but fitz thinks he likes biana and is totally against it. so while dex is pining after fitz fitz thinks hes trying to getwith his sister

meanwhile sophiana are very in love on the sidelines and oblivious.

fitz asks biana about dex (theyve never interacted) and she thinks fitz is obsessed with him (he is)

sometimes she asks him about dex which makes him think she DOES like dex but shes trying to clue him in to his own feelings (keefe is the one to do it)

biana ends up the true winner of this story ^__^ ̣ takes over fitzs spot!!

detz is now a thing too i guess

extra shit from the dms: