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elysiansparadise · 4 months

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The gentleness that holds a strong and powerful soul. Moved by passion. They put their everything on things that set in motion their inner world.

Taurus Rising: Strength & Softness

Consistency, loyalty, support and autonomy are perfect words to describe this rising. People with enchanting and natural beauty, accompanied by gorgeousness and a calm attitude in the eyes of others that protects a brave and passionate heart. Life encourages them to develop patience and a persevering attitude. They are people who remain strong and unbreakable, seek to appear stable, strong and very independent even if inside they feel that things are collapsing or if their surroundings are breaking, they want to show that they are strong and that they can handle anything. More easily being the support of others rather than being able to open themselves to being helped or seen vulnerable.

With Gemini in the 2nd house are people who highly value their intelligence, they take great pride in their knowledge, especially in those topics that matter a lot to them. For them, learning is something crucial in their lives, so they try to know a lot about many different things. They may have a lot of interest in design, gardening, music [specifically singing], writing and reading. Financial topics can attract their attention and they can acquire a lot of knowledge about it. This position can show someone very skilled with money or sales. Being a house linked to value and self-esteem, this specific overlay tells us about people who find themselves constantly questioning their own value, however, it is not just something that only applies to them, as they will question value in those things in which they society puts value. They will question the values of their home or the groups they interact with. Another common thing with them is this inconsistency in their sense of security, feeling unprotected on many occasions. Clear, honest and direct communication is something they deeply appreciate, they love the feeling of being able to have a long and pleasant talk for both parties. They tend to prefer those where they are one on one due to their reserved nature.

Later, we find Cancer in the 3rd house, a placement that could be one of the main reasons behind the soothing and soft essence of this particular Ascendant. With this overlay we see natives with such an appealing way of speaking, sweet and very pleasant, there is something about them that allows them to be very understandable with other people and their emotions. These people are very curious about knowing the depth and complexity behind everything and everyone. When it comes to relating to others, they put a lot of emphasis on knowing the core of others, their emotions, their past and everything that allows them to have a better and more personal understanding of others. They are people with a warm way of speaking, they aren't usually impulsive when communicating and they think very carefully about their words before speaking. We have very capable, talented writers and speakers with the ability to easily evoke feelings in others. They stand out for their good memory and a light touch of warmth in their speech. These people may have melancholy tendencies or may think a lot about the past. If the Moon is making tense aspects or if Saturn is in this house, a tendency to constant periods of depression is likely. Writing can be a way for them to better express their emotions, and reading can be very relaxing as well. One of their ways to better connect with others can be deep talks and in some cases sharing food. If they have siblings, they may have a somewhat variable relationship but they may have a deep affection for them or at least one of them. They can assume the role of older sibling regardless of their age.

Inside Leo in the 4th house, lies a person with a warm heart, a generous disposition towards all those with whom they have a strong emotional bond, and someone who fiercely protects those they consider family. They are without a doubt people who become restless, fun and very charismatic once they trust the person next to them, being more authentic and effusive with them, as well as more warmly open. In family matters, there may be a very strong connection with one of them in particular, likewise, it may indicate a very busy, somewhat dramatic and in some cases noisy environment. These people hide their hearts very well from others, making it visible only to those with whom they feel they really connect, they are capable of loving very strongly and publicly, they are not the type of people to hide their emotions. No matter how calm or reserved they may seem, deep down they are people with great brilliance, with a lot of emotion and great creativity and ideas that brighten the lives of those around them. From a very young age they learned to think about themselves, about doing things that make them happy before wanting to make other people happy. In some cases, it is likely that the native has had to deal with family members who thought only of themselves, who were egotistical, or who did not take into consideration what others or the native felt or wanted. These people may have a tendency to take things personally, they hate feeling that they or their feelings are not taken seriously or valued. Another likely thing is that they are relatively more independent than other members of their family. They hate feeling ignored more than anything in the world, they like to feel and make those they love feel that they are heard.

For Virgo in the 5th house, romance is something sublime when there is devotion and dedication on the part of both parties. These people are capable of loving too much, always establishing the importance of making their partner feel supported, understood and motivated, actions that they seek to receive in return. They are always looking for the relationship to improve, they will seek to know their partner better and more deeply, the conversations about ways to make each other feel better will be very constant as well as the small and significant details. They are people who notice the slightest thing about their partner, changes in their look, tastes, preferences and other areas of their personality. They are very loyal, stable and gentle when they love. They think a lot before allowing themselves to have a romance with someone, they analyze the person in question. They are quite demanding of themselves, and may have the mistaken idea that they could be loved until they are that way or achieve that thing, when the beautiful fact of being themselves already makes them worthy of that love that they so doubt if they can have. . As this is the home of talents and hobbies, it makes them people not only very dedicated to them, but also very perfectionist when it comes to dealing with them, practicing a lot and never settling, remaining willing to learn more and continue improving. They like to do things well and think that if they can't do it to the best they can, it's better not to do it. Their confidence, their gentleness and charm that they are not aware of, makes them people who can attract admiration from others, many even admiring them for all the hard.

In the workplace, people with Libra in the 6th house are extremely capable and excellent. They are very good people at finding solutions to all kinds of problems, from problems related to their work, such as problems of or among others. Diplomatic, responsible and willing to help and collaborate in their work and/or their co-workers. Even if they consider themselves independent and are very skilled on their own, they make teamwork enjoyable and comfortable for themselves and others. Self-care routines are something of utmost importance to them and they will always enjoy taking care of themselves in every way. Their body is their temple, one that they care for with delicacy and attention. These people are very likely to attract a lot of attention from their co-workers, a common placement for romances in the office or work area. They will be able to make good contacts through their work and will be seen as very approachable, helpful and polite people. They are people sensitive to noise or any negative hustle and bustle, preferring to work in quiet environments, with music they like in the background and, in general, in an environment where they do not feel so tense. They can have that tendency to be very perfectionistic, especially when it comes to doing their homework or activities that they really like. They have an excellent eye for aesthetics and decoration, they are very sensitive and appreciative of art, loving the idea of personalizing and decorating the spaces in which they are.

To say that people with Scorpio in the 7th house take relationships seriously is an understatement, and I am not referring to the matter of seeking to get married quickly but to the level of emotional connection that they want with their partner. They are people who want to see beyond the sublime appearance of their partners, but rather the beauty, darkness, secrets, complexity and details of their soul. They long for a very deep emotional connection with that person to whom they swear forever. These people have the ability to make you feel completely loved, from those virtues that you have, to those things that you do not share due to fear or insecurity. They love completely and give absolutely everything in their relationships, which they expect in return. They can have a marriage in which the dynamic is very intense but above all very devoted, one in which your partner's matters become yours and vice versa, where you protect and show yourself completely to the other. Throughout their lives they may experience tense experiences in the field of love or even in any type of relationship. They may have a tendency to be overly wary of the intentions of others, bordering on distrust. They may fear never being able to be loved sincerely or never being able to enjoy the beauties and soft side of love. Future spouse is likely to be a person with very intense emotions, with a lot of appeal, self-confidence and a slightly more serious and mysterious appearance of that emotional and devoted interior.

The sensuality of those with Sagittarius in the 8th house is accompanied by a feeling of liberation, an insatiable curiosity and an open and inquisitive attitude towards sex. These natives are people who enjoy exploring every peak of all the pleasures of life. The emotion of connecting deeply with your partner, exploring every corner of your soul with each caress and reading the complex mind of your loved one with your gaze. Seduction becomes an exciting, fun and very enjoyable game for these natives. There is a deep desire to bring light to your partner's darkness and for your partner to do the same. Traveling through each part of their body becomes the journey they most fantasize about. For them, it is necessary that there be something deeper in the connections to be able to fully enjoy the relationship, that there is the feeling that they are on the same level, that the other person is interesting and open with them. There is a fear of getting lost in the superficiality of life, especially in the aspect of love. There is a feeling of hopelessness in them, the thought that faith is gradually disappearing from their being, the feeling of being left on their own, without guidance. They are very introspective people, sometimes they can spend a lot of time analyzing themselves in their minds. They have a very rich inner world, and a need to find deep and meaningful things in what seems to be a somewhat superficial life.

When we see Capricorn in the 9th house, we can be sure that we find a very intelligent person capable of standing out in the subject of their interest. A great mind that sees the harshness of the world and is aware of it from a very young age. Existential and deep questions are very common, and a tendency to pessimism can become greater if Saturn makes many harsh aspects. They are people who try to be realistic at all times, do not get carried away by the initial beauty of situations and seek to take into account all possible results. Their ambition leads them to want to acquire more and more knowledge, and they can have many academic achievements throughout their university years if they decide to attend it. They may have to work abroad, travel a lot thanks to work or interact with people from other countries because of it. They are very selective people with what they want to learn, they pass the information through filters and always prefer to create their own opinions on topics, especially the most complex or moral ones. As mentioned in the previous point, there may be a tendency to doubt that good things can happen to you, falling into a somewhat negative thinking regarding what you may or may not experience.

When Aquarius is in the 10th house, the native can work in fields related to science, astronomy, physics. It is a common placement for people with interests, skills and work as astrologers. They often choose a career different from what their family has chosen, or something that their family or others consider unusual. These people seek to make a change through their work, and they can also become very notable and remarkable in themselves. These people usually prefer and end up having a job that allows them to meet many people, experiment, learn new things and explore their originality and ideas. They tend to be people who attract attention very quickly, there is a peculiarity about them that makes them stand out from the crowd, likewise, from a young age they know that they want to be different compared to the people they grew up with or lived with when they were young. You can achieve great things if you work on your own, embrace your independence and authenticity. An idealistic and ambitious quality hides in them, these natives dream of achieving many things on their own and making themselves feel proud. They can more easily inspire the masses through their unique personality, perseverance, authenticity and ideas.

One of the things that is not usually mentioned with this rising is their enormous devotion to their friends and the great importance they give the natives in their life, this is given by Pisces in the 11th house. They are people who connect very deeply with their friends, being able to easily sense when they are emotionally bad and, likewise, knowing how to help them in the best way. It is very common for these people to send messages or seek to communicate with them just at the moments when their friends need it. They are the kind of friends who are there through thick and thin, who are a great emotional support and leave beautiful lessons in their friendships. For them it is crucial that their friendships can go through from the most lighthearted and fun moments to the deepest and most emotional ones. They stand out for their empathy and ease of understanding people well even if their experiences and background are completely different. They will seek to genuinely help those they see in poor conditions and treat them as equals instead of further marking their differences. They can have various incomes, but more in fields such as art, through activities in which they help others or even in esoteric matters. They have a great ability to solve other people's problems, usually problems that they find difficult to solve for themselves.

The inner desire to be an independent person and capable of resisting everything that life brings to them is born from the need for protection. What is left to do when there is nowhere or no one to find that stability? Will there even be stability in this turbulence called life? Within them lies someone active, intent on striving until they can finally find and enjoy some peace. A resounding fear in them comes from always being in search of something they cannot have: inner peace, a comfy and peaceful life. With Aries in the 12th house, everything feels fast and spontaneous, from their deepest emotions to the environments in which they grow. In their mind and subconscious are recorded all those times in which they had to stand up for themselves, times in which perhaps there was no one to rely on, in which they came to the conclusion of never being able to rely on anyone other than them. them, in having to tame the tides of life on their own. The fear that it would always be like this grew in them. Not many are allowed to know their core/what they really are for fear of different things, of getting hurt, of being judged, but in them we can find people full of passion, ambitions and with an endearing quality of joviality. They are somewhat restless and spontaneous people deep down, something that is not usually perceived by their calm appearance. They are gifted with a strong temperament, and although they are sweet and kind, they will not be afraid to bring out that impetus and anger if you hurt or touch something very personal to them. These people focus a lot and use a large part of their energy in facing their inner struggles, to which they never give up no matter how tense they may be. It is likely that at many points in your life you felt that in some cases you were about to lose the battle, but your perseverance and inner strength will mean that in the end you will be able to overcome those problems that you usually do not talk to anyone about.

#taurus #taurus rising #astrology #taurus ascendant #taurus in the 1st house #natal chart #birth chart #taurus asc #asc #ascendant #rising

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wandasfifthwife · 3 months

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silence leads to destruction

paring: CEO!Wanda x reader

tw: estblashed relationship (married), r sells art pieces to make money, r is scared of rejection and spirals over nothing, strong heavy fluff, hurt/comfort, happy ending, minor injury (r), reader cuts finger with a knife on cutting board, sappy love confessions bc i said so, suggestive comment at the end but nothing happens

a/n: hi! I wanted to dabble in writing something for Wanda that ISNT smut for once. I read this over once to notice any big mistakes, but it’s not thoroughly proofread. As always, enjoy my shitty writing! 🥳

* золотце = sweetheart and жизнь моя = my world

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With love comes understanding, usually.

That’s how conversation was direct between the two of you, it eased your nerves knowing that she would validate any issue you brought to her and wish to talk it through. Mainly they were initiated by Wanda, but you both took the time to mention if something were upsetting you.

This is the first time it’s crumbled since you’ve been married. It might be because it felt it was directed at you and not just an accident like leaving the water on.

She had just arrived home, finding you making dinner.

“Hey,” she kisses your cheek, smiling into it when you lean into her body.

“Hey you,” you turn your face to kiss her properly, “how was work?”

She grumbles as usual, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“A new hire ruined our campaign by sending in the draft files to the company.”

“I’m sorry baby.”

She re-positions the knife in your hands to not aim over your fingers before continuing, “skill sets are crucial to know during the hiring process, and yet people still lie on applications and say they’re detailed and reliable when in reality they’re aloof and spontaneous.”

It felt stupid to be hurt by her words only because you had something in common with the new hire, your personalities.

“I wouldn’t say they’re lacking basic thinking skills,” you spoke, beginning to defend yourself through the employee, “just a mistake.”

“It could’ve been avoided if they had looked it over twice, but they didn’t and now we may have just lost over 20 grand.”

“It’s a mistake, we make them all the time. I know you’re thinking of firing them, but why not give them a chance?”

“I did and they messed it up again.”

“Why is this hire any different than the others who make mistakes?”

“It’s not just a simple mistake, золотце, it’s a personality difficulty. The others in the department have made a similar mistake once during their ten year term while they’ve made three within their first month.”She moves around you to help stir around the food on the stove, “it would’ve been excused if they were a personality hire.”

An ugly apprehension settled within yourself, “so if someone’s personality gets in the way of work you fire them?”

She agrees from behind you, taking care to turn the nob down so the food doesn’t burn, unaware of how you were blinking away tears.

It shouldn’t have bothered you, but your mind was nothing short of cruel. Often it would have its way and twist words Wanda has said into something entirely different.

All stemming from the motion that she would find out how terrible you were and leave, and you didn’t want her to leave.

You settled on keeping it to yourself, already feeling like you’ve used up all your sympathy cards for this week. Not wanting to seem needy for her affection, you shut it off.

“How was your day, жизнь моя?”

“Good, I can’t complain. I made a couple sales.”

She turned back to face you, “I’m so proud of you.”

She was leaving with a phone pressed to her ear. Undoing the knot the new hire had caused was going to take up her time outside of her office hours.

She paced around the room, tone tense and trying not to yell. Your blurry attention stayed on the dinner in front of you as you tried to look as if everything wasn’t falling apart internally.

Was she going to leave you alone if she found out you made faulty mistakes too?

You gasped with the knife cut through your index finger and everything was just too much. You were quick to turn your back to Wanda, finding the sink and running cold water over the cut.

Tears fell down your face until it had turned into a quiet sob. It was entirely unfair to compare her like the others, she loved you, but the past was cruel in reminding you how things had tended to end. You were entirely too aware of when she ended the call and how the room went silent when she realized you were crying.

“What’s wrong,” she coos, placing a hand on your back as she comes beside you.

“I just cut my finger open again,” you deflect, trying and hoping your smile would be enough but after 5 years together you should have known she’d be able to tell.

The hand on your back moved to your waist, pulling your back to rest against her chest. She reached from behind you, grabbing a towel and holding it over your small cut.

“I’m not mad at you,” she murmured into your neck, kissing it gently, “and I’m certainly not leaving you.”

“But I don’t think the way you do, I’m not detailed about anything. You married the wrong person.”

She called your name, spinning you to face her. “I never want to hear you say that again. I have never once thought I married the wrong person, do not ever think or say that again.”

You apologize, body timid in her hold. She moves her head so you look her back in the eyes, “I love you. I love your expressions when you’re painting, I love waking beside you in the morning, I love how careful you are with others.”

She continues her ramble, tears building in her own eyes, another cry forming in your throat at the sight of her getting worked up.

“I love you too,” you whisper and she smiles, moving forward to kiss you. Your arms wrap around her, tilting your head to kiss deeper. Her hands grab your waist and push you into her as it turns into something more.

“I want to show you how much I love you,” she whispers against your lips. It made you smile, whispering against hers of how you needed her to.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x you

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bakuhatsufallinlove · 12 days

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Let's talk about Jump GIGA

Jump GIGA covers, 2016-2024. Volumes are published (left to right per row) as Winter, Spring, Summer, and Autumn releases, with 2018 and 2019 briefly breaking the pattern by having three Winter and three Summer volumes each. 2023 has an Early Spring volume in addition to the standard four.

So, people have pointed out that the 2024 Spring cover is, uh, not like other covers.

But I've only seen comparisons to other MHA GIGA covers and MHA Weekly Shonen Jump covers. Out of curiosity for what GIGA's typical marketing aesthetics might be, I put together a comparison between all of Jump GIGA's covers to date.

And, um. Some things stand out, to say the least.

First, let me clarify what Jump GIGA even is: it is a seasonal magazine from Shonen Jump, published separate from Weekly Shonen Jump. SJ is an absolutely massive brand and they have a number of magazines serialized outside of the most well-known weekly magazine.

The content of Jump GIGA is primarily made up of one-shots and spin-offs. From the beginning, a lot of the appeal has been the cool cover illustrations which showcase special merchandise that comes with the purchase of GIGA. Usually the cover also promotes big things going on related to the WSJ series, like movie events, new games, or special figurines for sale.

The marketing aesthetic has been clear from the start: the cover consists of one core illustration and a number of ads surrounding it. Most often you get a cover illustration of a protagonist, and then ads and merch for other series, e.g. Food Wars protagonist cover with One Piece film promotion and Haikyuu!! merch.

The purpose of this marketing direction is pretty obvious. Spin-offs and one-shots are not likely to generate a ton of interest consistently, so they lure people in with the cool covers and tempting limited edition merchandise of the series they already know and love. In this way, highlighting one series with the cover and different series with the merch makes sense, because maybe somebody doesn't care about Food Wars, but they definitely want those Haikyuu!! stickers, stuff like that.

Starting from 2020's Autumn volume, you can see a shift. For the first time, basically all of the merchandise is for the cover series. The Demon Slayer manga had already ended five months earlier in May, but a two-chapter spin-off was scheduled for release in WSJ during October. This GIGA was released exactly one day before the second chapter was published and it capitalizes on the hype.

After this point, only MHA and Jujutsu Kaisen dominate the cover and the merch in quite this way, with Black Clover getting attention last volume as a way to highlight the fact that it actually switched syndication from WSJ to GIGA.

Anyway, most commonly the cover illustration is a solo shot of a core cast member (usually but not always the protagonist), and if it's not a solo, it's a big cast illustration.

Only a few covers focus on two characters, and usually it's a crossover as opposed to characters from same series sharing the limelight.

Here we've got Food Wars' protagonist with the main characters from Dr. Stone and Act-Age.

The two covers most similar to the Izuku & Kacchan cover are 2022 Winter and 2023 Autumn.

Winter depicts the main trio of Blue Box in a seasonally-appropriate aesthetic. Not gonna lie, this one kinda makes me laugh--Blue Box is a romance and sports manga, and even though Christmas has a romantic air to it in Japan, instead of depicting any sort of like, hesitant but hopeful romantic energy between the heterosexual couple that actually get together later in the series, they focus primarily on the two girls being cute with the guy is a wee footnote? I mean, all right.

Meanwhile, Autumn depicts one of the protagonists with the series antagonist with a typical cool action style. I'm not very familiar with JJK, but I hear these two have got Some Drama going on, so, there's that.

The merch itself has also evolved over the years. Stickers and posters were present early on, but they have since expanded to decorative folders and now acrylic stands and coasters. 2021 Summer sees the first time the cover illustration is marketed as merch, with the Jujutsu Kaisen cover included as a decorative folder.

Right after that, the Kacchan cover of 2021 Autumn is included as a poster alongside earlier covers featuring Todoroki and Izuku.

2023 Summer's cover is a huge, wrap-around MHA cast illustration and it was published three days after chapter 396 came out, strategically timed to highlight the big shift in the final battle as Ochako vs Toga ends and All Might vs. AFO begins. Merch includes a decorative folder of the wrap-around cover and character motif stickers.

And then we get this!?

A duo cover illustration where the cover art itself has been merchandised to hell and back!?!?

Acrylic stand and pin set!?

Double-sided coaster showing bkdk greatest hits!? With volume 29's river scene cover!?

There's also a double-sided poster featuring the Spring cover with the ninth popularity poll art and a decorative bag with the anniversary art. The cover art itself is plastered all over the volume, front, back, and spine, apparently a total of 19 times.

I honestly don't know what to say about this. It feels wild that this is actually what the cover is. Obviously it is a huge marketing push in anticipation of season 7, and Izuku and Katsuki are the most popular characters, but. it just feels... unique.

In the course of Jump GIGA's publication, this direction is kind of unprecedented. Genuinely no one could have expected this. This seems to be the first time there's been this much merch for a cover. And it was a solid fucking move, marketing-wise--it's sold out basically everywhere, everyone is talking about it. And even people who don't follow the series or ship these two can't help but comment on how strikingly romantic it looks!?

I don't know how much say Horikoshi had in what the cover was, but damn it sure feels like he drew this with immense affection. I kind of wonder if he personally pushed for it to be these two, rather than the typical solo shot, cast shot, or even a protagonist vs. antagonist shot.

I'm KO'd, man. idek if this post is useful to anybody I'm just on my hands and knees here.

Everybody knows what we're all here for, and it's these cute boys finally getting their happy ending.

#bkdk #i'm losing it #idek how to go on #they're so beautiful #I was trying to be all thoughtful and intellectual about what kind of marketing game GIGA plays in SJ's arsenal of branding #but #this is just such a divergence from their typical approach #why are there basically no other duo covers #did the other mangaka just not particularly push for it #did other duos just not serve as attention-grabbing enough #there's nothing else like it #what am I supposed to do with this knowledge

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kimhargreeves · 7 months

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The Night Shift -Mike Schmidt x Reader (FNAF live action)

Summary: You and Mike have never gotten on the right foot, always bickering and never standing each other's presence. The day comes when both of you are interviewed for the same job and are forced to work together to see who will win the job as a security guard at a deadly pizzeria.

(A/N: The Fnaf movie is almost here! Anyone else ready to watch it this weekend?! Here's the Mike Schmidt x Reader I promised a while back. Hope it's okay but female reader is mentioned to be a bit of a goth/alternative type of girl. Also, things may change in the next part since I am writing this a few days before the movies release date. Let me know how I did and if you want part 2 once we've seen the movie)

I'd also like to tag these kind people who asked me to tag them once this was up, @riaqiax @ahsfan23 @lufvg

"Please come again and have a fantastic day!" I beam and smile as I watch the client I had attended begin to leave the store I was working at.

As soon as they are out of my sight I sigh deeply and frown looking at the direction they left. "I don't get paid enough for this crap." I tell no one.

The client has begun to ask many questions, wether the store finally had the item they had been asking for, or if the movies on the dvd sections were any good, if I had any recommendations for any.

After about half an hour of trying to convince the person to take something from the store, they had decided to leave with a few snacks and movies.

The store I have been working at happens to be a combination of many things, dvd rentals, clothes, snacks and a few figures for sale. At least it paid a bit better than the last job I had, it was a nice job with nice alternative music but the pay wasn't that good.

"(Y/N), you're on your break. Make sure to come back in 15." My coworker passed me when they returned from the restroom.

I nodded my head and left the store beginning to walk further into the mall where I have been working for a few months and began walking to the food area hoping to fill my stomach with some cheap food.

It was a calm Friday with only a few people or families circling around the building. Many kids running over to small area, an ice cream shop called 'Ice Cream Parties'.

I ordered my usual choice of food. Three sandwiches, fries and a taco. I reached my hand into the bag and began to eat minding my own business when I sat down by an empty area and I stopped chewing when I saw two men running past me.

Two security guards running fast and avoiding running into people. Immediately this caught my attention, so I began to follow the guards and quickened my pace when I heard a girl yelling for her dad.

I stayed behind from a crowd that formed near the mall's water fountain and I saw a figure, no, two in fact inside the water fountain, but one was beating the other and the worst thing was that it was one of the security guards.

"Daddy!"

People took out their flip phones and began to take a few pictures of what was happening, it quickly ended when the two men who had run past me earlier stepped into the water and pulled the poor man beneath the security guard away.

One of them began to deal with the man with a small girl running over to her beaten dad, and the other one roughly began to question the young man's actions and took him away inside an office room.

"Fuck." I muttered when I saw the man was dragged away.

I rolled my eyes and went back to my working place and spotted my coworker, "Hey, you think you can cover for me this time? Something very important and tragic happened."

My coworker nodded his head and as soon as he agreed I started running back outside the store and into the security room.

"Do you know how many paperworks we gotta do and how our establishments reputation will only decrease any more because of what you did?!" I heard the deep voice of a man question the young security guard.

"How many times are you going to give me a hard time, Mr Schmidt?"

"The man deserved it." He answered his boss.

His boss remained quiet probably just staring and him and not knowing exactly what to do. "So that's what you think? You're fired."

The man sighed but said nothing. "I'll have you sign a few paperwork before you leave and an investigation will be taken place right now. So this'll take some time to be resolved."

His boss has walked past me but said nothing assuming I was the guards family. I rolled to eyed and leaned my head forward and tilted it when I saw Mike crossing his arms.

"You're anger issues has only gotten worse." I say uninterested and notice Mike roll his eyes when he saw me.

"The fuck is you're problem?" He looked at me again and scoffed when he noticed my appearance.

Freshly dyed black hair and now with a single piercing over my eyebrow.

"You look like shit."

"I was about to say the same thing." I tell him not bothered by his words.

"Why are you so weird?" He scoffed again and looked away from me.

I poured pretending I was hurt. "Daddy issues. What can I say?" I chuckled darkly "You have anger issues, my guy. I have daddy issues. Tell me what's worse."

Mike remained silent when I mentioned him that. I looked around the onto sound coming from the clock on the wall.

"Why did you do it?" I ask him wanting to know his reason on attacking a man in front of his young daughter.

"And why should I tell you?" He remarked. "I don't owe you any favors because you got me this job weeks ago."

"I only did it for her and you know it." I defended myself and crossed my arms over my chest as well.

"Well I don't need anyone's help and that being less from you. I can take care of my own problem."

Mine has been struggling for a while now. Barely having enough money for himself, rent or raising his sister since she had no one left to look after her. The guy has his issues but it doesn't mean he had to be like this, he doesn't have a lot of money and the first thing he does is try to get himself fired… well he is definitely fired now.

Another thing I'd like to mention. Is that Mike and I have never gotten along, we've known each other for almost our entire lives and know what has happened to each other, but we've refused to get along. Not once had he been nice to me and never have I been nice to him.

We've both been through a lot of mess, similar to one another's, and instead of making us grow closer we simply grew further apart.

"Michael." I warn.

"(Y/N)." Michael says back now each of us looking at one another.

I try to remain calm and not start up another argument which always happens when we're together in a room.

Mike is the first to break eye contact and he sighs when he checks the clock again. It's nearly 2pm.

He mutters a few cursed words and looks down at lap. "Can you do me a favor and pick up Abbey from school?"

I lift an eyebrow looking at him. "Please? I know you don't own a car, so you can take mine."

Mike digs for his car keys inside from his pocket and holds them up for me. I smirk as I take them from him.

"Why trust me with your car? I can easily steal it from you and escape town."

"Because deep beneath all the bitchiness, black clothes and awful piercing. I know your a bit less tolerable when it comes to kids." Mike said glancing back at me and looking a bit too relaxed in this situation

I stared at the worn out paper sign in my hands. A second job wouldn't hurt…"Wanted security guard for night shift. Quickly I scribbled the number on my palm and crumbled the paper over and left it on the backseat.

I stepped out of car when I had parked it and recognized Mike's little sister. "(Y/N)?" She asked not expecting me at all.

Many months ago I had looked after her, now I only see her every once in a while, whenever she'd leave school early, Mike would have her stay at the mall until his shift would be over.

I came to see Abbey as a little sister as well especially since we saw each other growing up and Mike would take odd jobs at night leaving me to look after Abbey while she was still rather young.

"I'll be your escort for this ride. Hope that's fine with you, and hopefully you're teacher doesn't think I'm here to kidnap you." I tell her when I see her teacher looking at me weird.

Abbey waved her hand at the teacher making then sure she knew me.

"I'm late to my shift, so, let's hurry up shall we?" Abbey nods her head and got into the backseat when I got into the car again and turned it back on and starting driving back to the mall.

"It's been a while since we last saw each other. Thought you wouldn't remember me." I joked at the young girl while I glanced back and saw her looking outside the scenery as I drove by the familiar streets

"Of course I still remember you. My brother mentions you often." Abbey said getting my attention from her.

Didn't expect Mike to talk about me to his younger sister, Abbey.

"Oh? What does he say about me?"

"Says you're a bitch, weird and complains about his job or yours." I frowned and remained quiet. Of course why was I expecting nice from him.

"Those are his words, not mine. I actually enjoy spending time with you." Abbey said.

My expression softened when I heard Abbey says she enjoys my company. I smiled to myself and agreed with her, "I also enjoy spending time with you, Abbey."

Abbey hummed still looking outside the windows. "My brother got fired, didn't he?"

"…Yes, he did…"

Mike and I only exchanged a few words when I arrived back. He was fired, of course he was or he'd be in prison for what he did. He was probably going to celebrate later that he would no longer have to see my face at work. The guy has his problems but always finds time to argue of talk about me.

I feel for Abbey especially since she has no other female figure to talk about and have to stand and listen to her brother being annoying most of the time.

"Hey! You lose your brain there for a second?" Mike questioned which earned him a shove from his sister.

"(Y/N) thank you for picking me up from school and taking care of my dumb brother." Abbey said being the only polite and rational one out of the pair.

I smiled and patted her short hair. "Anytime Abbey. Maybe we can have a small girls night sometime." I suggest which made her smile a bit.

"You'll only end up corrupting her." Mike said playing with the car keys in his hands.

"Mike." Abbey said making him look down at her with his brown eyes.

He rolled his eyes and shrugged a bit. "Thanks for looking after my sister…well see you never." He said taking his sister's hand and beginning to leave.

How rude. If he weren't cute I definitely would've thrown him again into the water fountain..wait..what am I even saying?! Forget this, I've lost about half an hour of work time because of doing the guy a favor.

I huff to myself watching Mike and Abbey leave the mall for good. I turn around and headed to my work but the moment I arrived, I spotted Tom coworker and my boss looking at me with a face that said it all.

"You're fired."

"Let's hear a round of applause for the birthday girl!"

The lights changed and was now shining across the stage with cheery music playing as background while kids cheered when the pizzerias mascots made an appearance.

The pizzerias staff began to clap along when they began to sing 'happy birthday ' to me. My entire class was invited to my party.

My uncle was the one who invited them over since he knew I didn't have that too many friends, and he wanted me to get in with the right crowd. He knew that I was in a group of kids who would often bully others, I did it so I wouldn't be alone or be the one getting bullied.

I definitely chose the wrong crowd back then, all because I didn't want to be lonely…

My aunt and uncle raised me as their own since I could remember. They treated me like their own kid since they could never have any. They liked to throw these types of parties and invite everyone they knew.

Both of them were always fond and always liked to help financially to one of my classmates, that one being Mike Schmidt. He was kinda of a shy kid, and wasn't that fond at making an appearance at a birthday party without a present to give.

My uncle and aunt didn't mind that he didn't have the money, they still convinced the small kid to come and have a good time. Mike didn't want to leave his very little sister behind so my aunt would be carrying her everywhere.

I watched with glee as my favorite animatronic made his way towards me. I got up on my seat and smiled wide as I watched Bonnie come in with a colorful and big cake in his hands. One of the staff from the place approached and grabbed the cake placing in front of me, the cake seemed delicious with it's different colored candles.

I hugged onto my stuffed Bonnie plush as I wrapped one arm around the animatronic and felt one of its large paws patting my head.

I stared at the worn down building ahead of me as my hands were kept on my bike. 'Freddy's Pizzeria' read a sign just outside. The guy in charge must be inside or late to our meeting, as soon as they fired me from my job at the mall was when I decided to call this place up.

I'm a night owl after all so this'll be a piece of cake. All I gotta see is how much is the paycheck and I'll make sure to be the best security guard.

Maybe I'll be the only one around and have a nice time inside, remember those fond memories of the times I would come to this place and love following around the animatronics.

I knocked on the door a couple of more times waiting until someone would show up. The door slowly opened and I came face to face with an older looking man with large glasses.

"You're (Y/N) (L/N), correct?"

"Yes, sir. It's nice to finally meet you in person." I smiled trying to be as nice as I can.

"Pleasure is all mine…Please come inside." He said when he spotted the weather was beginning to change.

It was getting a bit chilly and the clouds were turning grey, about to rain a bit probably later. "You got here rather early."

"Yeah. The most important thing about a job is getting early." I chuckle beginning to follow the man not that far behind, but still remaining close to the entrance. "I do live a bit far from here but it's no trouble."

The man stopped and turned to face me. "You own a car?" He questioned and I knew I would be screwed if I said No.

"W-Well I don't..but I'm willing to come out here at any hour."

As soon as he was about to say something else, another knock was heard from the other side of the door. The man gave me a quick look and walked past me to open the door once again, I was surprised when I saw I wasn't the only one here.

Mike Schmidt had also applied for the job…

"No fucking way." Both Mike and I said looking at each other and wanting to strangle each other.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #five nights at freddy's movie #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf fanfic #blumhouse #horror #josh hutcherson

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taeiun · 5 months

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this love is small.

synopsis: some of the little things that they do in your relationship

who: zb1 x gn!reader (not including yujin)

categories: fluff, some crack, headcanon styled scenarios

warnings: mentions of food in jiwoong + taerae's parts, light swearing

word count: 1.1k

✧ JIWOONG !

✧ jiwoong gains a newly formed sixth sense when it comes to your needs; he knows your favourite snacks by heart and also picks up if you guys are low on them without even looking at the cabinet. you don’t even need to ask him to grab a snack for you because he’ll just know. probably knows when those foods are on sale before you even open your mouth to tell him. like, he’s probably already picked up three bags of those chips you really enjoyed last time and they’re waiting on the counter for you.

✧ will send you a notes app shopping list so that you don’t get jumped scared by the random appearance of shrimp chips and sour candies constantly and wonder how they got there half the time when you both haven’t even talked about being out of them.

✧ ZHANG HAO !

✧ hao keeps a collection of short, vlog-like recordings of the two of you in a private, for his eyes only folder on his phone. he watches these whenever he misses you or feels down and needs a pick me up. these videos will range from past dates, his commentary as he records you sleeping, to not even a two second moment of you laughing. you might find the angles unflattering, but he treasures each and everyone, watching them with a goofy ahah smile on his face.

✧ the others have 100% definitely, not even up for question, walked in on him in the middle of a watching session. he’ll just be sitting curled up in bed, blanket draped around him, with the lights turned off and earbuds plugged into his phone. this ends two ways. 1) the member leaves before he can notice and all is well or 2) they tease him only to end up with a pillow to the face

✧ HANBIN !

✧ whenever he’s on tour or can’t see you for long periods of time, hanbin will keep a list of things that happen throughout the days he’s gone to share with you. he never wants you to feel left out of his life and wants full communication with things. he can send you all the pictures you want of his travels, but nothing beats the actual stories.

✧ he mainly keeps tabs of things he did but will include the members’ shenanigans if he thinks they’ll make you laugh. starts a new list every time he has to leave and each one is dated, the activities labeled for what day and the time gone written at the top.

✧ MATTHEW !

✧ a big chatterbox when it comes to you, especially when it comes to his family. phone calls, messages, will even in emails to relatives, the conversation will drift to you no matter the topic. the only criteria needed for this to happen is for someone to simply breath in his direction.

✧ matthew pivots the conversation so fast that it gives his family whiplash. they aren’t complaining though; it’s nice to see him so happy and they can tell just how much he cares about your relationship. he wants them to love you as much as he does and by telling them these fond memories, he’s sure they will.

✧ TAERAE !

✧ the silly man he is, taerae will send you selfie updates throughout the day of where he is. you could probably make and sell your own bootleg, limited edition, taerae of zb1 pcs with how many you get from him. from walks to the company building to convenience store runs, he’s always sending you a picture of when he leaves to when he arrives at the destination as a way of assurance he’s safe.

✧ stores all of these in a folder labeled “for yn and yn only” and refuses to post them publicly, no matter how good you tell him some of them are. the background settings of his photos are always interesting. sometimes the members will be there, sometimes it’s while he’s in a storage closet. it’s funny until you wake up to find selfies of him at mcdonalds at 4 am with a handful of chicken nuggets shoved in his mouth.

✧ RICKY !

✧ spoils you so much. he knows that love doesn’t mean the amount of money you spend on someone but he can’t help but buy trinkets that remind him of you. the thought process is basically just: “oh. this kind of looks like yn.” and proceeds to checkout with a ditto keychain. ricky pays close attention to what type of accessories you tend to wear and prefer for this very reason. if your ears are pierced, you’ll find a new pair waiting for you on your desk that look eerily similar to his… like what? nooooo he totally didn’t go and buy subtle matching stuff pfttt nah- ok yes. please wear it; coordinate matching outfits with him.

✧ also, don’t bother asking for the prices of these things. he’ll never tell you because he knows that you’ll pay him back and he doesn’t want that. he doesn’t expect anything back and wants to make sure that you understand that he wants to do these things. you also probably won’t want to know because oof scary.

✧ GYUVIN !

✧ omfg he will abuse voice memo privileges to hell and back in order to let you in on dumb jokes and random thoughts. gyuvin constantly has his phone close within his reach just because of this so that he never misses the chance to blow your mind with… whatever falls from his mouth. even when in bed. the voice memos range from “i love you so much i don’t know what i’d do without you” to “did you know you are always within three meters of a spider?”. you never know if you’ll be swooning or sleeping with one eye open with these.

✧ the worst ones come at night for sure; he’ll wake up suddenly, blindly search for his phone, string together a weird ass sentence that only he’d be able to decipher, send it, then knock himself out again and sleep without remorse for his actions. he should be paying for your icloud with how much storage he clogs with those messages.

✧ GUNWOOK !

✧ he’s classically cheesy in a way and sends you screenshotted song lyrics that describe his feelings or remind him of you. “#LiterallyUs” and it’s paper rings by taylor swift. can be unserious about it though. one time, you couldn’t hang out with him because of exams and he responded with “tell me why / ain’t nothin but a heartache”.

✧ there are times where gunwook will not only send the lyrics, but also a clip of him singing that certain part of the song. he mainly sends these versions at night from the bathroom, and you wonder how none of the others have stormed into the room and told him to shut up.

^ . _ . ^ !? told myself to take it easy and not post again this week but um... this is a heavily edited fic from my old blog @/luvjiun that ive been meaning to repost. hehe ok junjun out >_<

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obsessivevoidkitten · 2 years

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An Unwanted Promotion

Two Yandere Male Alphas X Male Reader Beta (CW: Noncon, over stimulation, face fucking, choking on cock, tongue fucking, ass eaten like it’s groceries, stalking, kidnapping, musk, scent marking, a/b/o dynamics, big alpha cocks with big alpha knots, threesome, male reader, aftercare, general yandere behavior, reader adopts a child) Word Count: 6k (This was a request from back when those were still open and I have been steadily working on it all week, this is my longest fic and I used it to practice longer/different smut scenes and also my dialogue so it turned out much longer than intended. I REALLY hope you all enjoy this.)

Eli and Ian had known each other since high school, not only were they natural competitors since they were both alphas but their family businesses were also in direct competition with one another, both selling supplies for alphas and omegas, which only served to fuel their bitter drive to best one another.

Everything was a competition to them. They competed in class, they competed in sports, they even competed in making the omegas, and the occasional beta or even alpha, fall for them.

When they finally graduated high school and later college they became the heads of their families' companies and the business competition became much fiercer. These were two young alphas in their prime who had been vying for dominance for most of their lives, so of course their tactics in the corporate realm would be cutthroat.

But at some point there was a retailer with a large custom order requiring both businesses to come together to fill it. They butted heads but all the tension, and begrudgingly held respect they had for one another, led to them slowly falling in love.

Eventually they married and merged their two companies into one to dominate the market.

You worked at this company, as a general assistant to all the employees in a division of sales that the two alphas directly oversaw. You mostly moved paperwork between other employees, fetched food and drink orders, tidied up here and there, and even occasionally took care of phone calls when Barb, the secretary, was unavailable.

It was more than a bit tiring, especially for someone of your short stature, flitting from one person to the next, completing any odd task that didn't suit anyone else, but you did it without complaint. You really needed this job since you were single and in the middle of the process of adopting a young child.

After only a few weeks of working there Eli and Ian started taking note of you. They first notice your willingness to serve in you execution of your tasks, so detail oriented and happy to please. And, of course being alphas, the other thing they noticed about you was your sweet delicious scent, like peaches and cream.

Since you were a beta your scent was not as pronounced as an alpha's or an omega's would be, but you still had a natural smell and it was one that just so happened to entice both Ian and Eli quite a lot, and they had been looking for a third and final partner, one that would be a good buffer and much more submissive.

Whenever you were in their presence to do tasks, which seemed more and more often as time went on, they always did little dominance displays to try and make you swoon.

The way they talked changed, they would stare at you intensely, almost hungrily, they might flex subtly, the scent of their musk would get stronger, even strong enough to be perceived by a beta, and they would try to carry stuff for you if you were carrying food trays or stacks of paper.

All of this would be obvious flirting had you been an omega or alpha who knew this kinda stuff instinctively, but alas, you were a beta. The intense stares of their red alpha eyes, the flexing of their tall muscular bodies, and their amplified scent only served to intimidate you. And when they took heavier things from your grasp and did your tasks for you it made you feel like they thought you were incapable of doing your job.

It all made you more servile and submissive in your job in an attempt to do better and escape the perceived ire of your bosses, but that only made the alpha husbands want you all the more. They stepped up their flirting to be much more clear.

They began putting musky, quite thoroughly scented, articles of clothing and other items in your work locker. First plushies, then worn shirts, and then they began resorting to underwear.

Had you been an omega you would have taken those items as prime nesting material and a clear sign that someone was interested in making you their little cumdump and knot warmer.

As it was, your nose was not perceptive enough to determine who was doing this and you assumed it to be some sort of weird prank or even a gross hazing ritual of some sort.

It never occurred to Ian or Eli that you were unaware of their intentions, they were romancing you like any alpha would romance a tiny cute mate. Like an omega. Neither of them had never really consciously attempted to get the attention of a beta before. So they kept courting you in the only way they knew how and assumed that you were just playing hard to get.

As they became more desperate to have you in every possible way they became jealous of the way you brought others in the department food, drinks, and did other tasks for them relevant to the nature of your job. They wanted you to just have all your attention on them.

As far as they were concerned you were far too tiny and sweet to just be ran ragged all day as your co-workers worked you to death, you were even smaller than most omegas, you should be stuck in their office with them all day to dote on you, sitting on their laps, livening up the place with your scent, and just keeping them company.

Of course that would be too distracting for a productive place of business, so they did the next best thing to at least get your attention off of doing tasks for the other employees, they promoted you to being their personal assistant.

It made you pretty anxious at first, but slowly you became acclimated to their seemingly bizarre behavior around you, though the intense stares were something you never really got used to. Mostly you were just confused, you had never gotten the sense that they were particularly fond of you. They must have been though, right? Why else would they have promoted you to a position that forced you to be near them for the vast majority of the day and came with a significant pay raise.

But you had more important things on your mind than the peculiar behavior of alphas. With your new pay raise you could finally make enough to scale back your hours and still have enough for the adoption to go through.

You had decided that you would be able to afford daycare during the first half of the day and then pick up your child and spend more time from home, maybe you could pick up a stay at home job too if you really needed to.

Ian and Eli were not happy with you cutting your hours, but they didn't show it. They did not want to have less time with you but they also did not want you quitting and being away from them completely. They considered you their perfect little mate, even if you hadn't realized it yet.

They were pretty terrified though, no adult scent clung to you like a mate's would, but what if you did have a mate and just cleaned really well before work. If you somehow were concealing a mate they would just have to prove how much better they were for you than whoever this mystery mate was.

And if you didn't have a mate then adopting a child just proved you had the parenting instincts of an omega and needed an alpha, or two, immediately. A sweet thing like you already worked too hard and you had no business working yourself sick to support a child all by yourself!!

It was absolutely unacceptable. No matter what the situation was YOU should be with THEM, preferably stowed away in their large home making a nice nest out of their clothing to keep you happy and comfy.

They began carefully having you followed, as well as carefully stalking you themselves when they could manage it. The alpha husbands learned the daycare you took your new son to, they learned he was 4 years old and named Desmond, they learned every little detail about him and you that they had not known previously.

Most importantly, they learned your schedule. and once they were absolutely sure of it they started planning.

You had never been aware of them or any of their agents following you. They were too professional and you were too occupied with all the new stresses that came with juggling work and being a single parent.

It wasn't easy, it was exhausting, but you had no regrets at all. You did not want to wait for some mythical man to sweep you off your feet to start being a parent. And if things went badly you didn't want to deal with a custody battle. Besides, Desmond was absolutely precious and giving him a better life than an orphanage ever could gave new purpose to your existence.

One night, after getting Desmond washed up and put into bed, you nestled into your own bed and quickly drifted off to sleep, unaware of the two sets of eyes watching you. When you woke up you had a massive migraine, you were dizzy, and you started to just nuzzle yourself right back into the luxuriously soft covers… until through the brain fog and headache you remembered that you did not own any covers this nice. This… wasn’t even your own bed… or your own HOUSE for that matter!!! Oh god, where was Desmond!? Despite your head pain and dizziness you bolted upright in panic but someone you had not even noticed before grabbed you by the arm and pulled you close to them. You recognized the voice instantly when they spoke. “Whoa there, (Y/N) you need to be a bit more careful. We used something special to sedate you, you don’t need to get up so fast darling~” The voice behind you came from Ian, he kissed your neck as he held you close. “What have you done with Desmond??” You squirmed as much as you could possibly manage in your still weakened state, but you were so small in comparison to the large alpha that your struggles did little to help you. “DESMOND!!?” Hearing the panic in the voice of one of the two people he considered to be a mate made his body instinctively release calming pheromones, of course even if you had been an omega those pheromones would have been all but useless when you were concerned with the well being of your child. “(Y/N), calm down sweet pea Desmond is fi-” You cut him off when you grunted in anger and threw your head back as hard as you could, making contact with Ian’s nose and causing him to recoil in pain and loosen his grip on you, you pressed your advantage and slipped away from him but you fell face first on the floor the second you took a step off the bed. You cried out in pain. God, your body just wouldn’t cooperate, your face and knees hurt from the impact and your ankle had twisted in the fall. Certainly sprained. But damn it, Desmond was in trouble, who knows what these psychopaths had done to him, so you pulled yourself towards the door, slowly inching your way towards escape. You probably would have realized it was hopeless, but in your panicked desperation you had to try! Suddenly two feet blocked your exit. “Really Ian? You cannot handle our little omega? Look, he already injured himself!” He bent down and scooped you up easily, despite your flailing arms. “I am not an omega, and if I was I certainly wouldn’t be yours! Where is my kid!? What have you done with Desmond you fucking assholes!?” “Well,” Ian started in an obviously perturbed voice, “As I was explaining before you headbutted me, Desmond is safe and sleeping in his room.” Eli seemed amused that you had given his husband so much trouble but scolded you nonetheless. “You shouldn’t be violent (Y/N), we are just taking care of you. A tiny little omega such as yourself should certainly not be taking on the trials of parenthood alone.” “I’m not an-, ugh, whatever, just let me see Desmond!” Eli laid you gently on the bed and Ian examined your leg and gently wiped your face and knees where you had scuffed them. “Okay, I will go get him, but you have to lay down, you can’t possibly walk on this leg.” You glared at him wordlessly. “Hey, it’s your own fault! You’re lucky I don’t punish you, but I know you’re super protective of our child like any good omega would be. Ian left and you just stared at him, dumbfounded, as he walked out of the room. What the hell did he mean “our” child!? Why did they keep calling you an omega? “Don’t worry (Y/N), once you get settled in and make a nice cozy little nest I am sure it will help your nerves calm down.” Eli sat beside you and pulled you into his lap, ignoring your squeak of protest. “I am not an omega, I don't even know why you have me here. Please just let me go now, I won’t even tell the cops if you let me go, I promise!” You started sobbing as your pleading grew more desperate. Eli pulled you close to him and nuzzled against your neck to get his scent on you before slowly licking and kissing up from your neck to your cheek in what were meant to be comforting gestures to soothe any sweet omega mate. But you WEREN’T an omega. “You’re just confused baby doll. Your scent may be a bit weaker and maybe you don’t have heats, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be our omega! Besides you are far too small and fragile to be anything else~” He gently wrapped his arms around you and practically purred with joy with how perfectly your small body fit so perfectly snug against his. You blushed from the humiliation of being helpless and insulted. A moment later Ian came back holding a sleeping bundle that was your son, thank god he was safe. You actually allowed yourself to relax a bit in Eli’s strong arms as Ian handed Desmond to you and you hugged him tightly but carefully so as not to wake him. “Oh, my sweet baby boy.” Desmond was unharmed and snoozing peacefully. Ian and Eli just watched you with content smiles on their faces. Even on the off chance that you really were not an omega this proved you might as well be treated like one, you clearly had a tender heart and great parenting instincts, you were small and fragile, you smelled so sweet, you were just too perfect. And their instincts were telling them to keep their omega mate and their pup safe and happy. The only problem was you were not yet scent marked properly, but they could fix that later when Desmond was back in his room. For now they were content with watching you hold Desmond and putting a blanket around you that smelled like them. Surely that would make any omega, or omega adjacent, feel safe and loved, right? Desmond woke up and looked at you sleepily before clinging tightly and snuggling close. He was back to sleep immediately, blissfully unaware the two of you had been kidnapped by a pair of alphas and added to their family. You kissed him on the forehead and just tried to push your anxiety away as you held him, if you could not escape (yet) then you had to be strong for him. During the two weeks that it took for your ankle to recover you fought them every step of the way, as long as Desmond was not in the room, you did not want him to pick up on your distress and desperation. He was young and being in another new house did not phase him. But when he was not in the room you tossed apart the nest they had made in the bed around you, you insisted you were not an omega, you begged for them to release you and you wiped off to the best of your ability the scent marks they kept reapplying all over you. It was so frustrating and you felt so helpless, they never even left you alone, when one absolutely had to be in at the office the other would always stay behind to dote on you while you healed. At the very least they were good with Desmond and they kept the both of you well fed. Though they did have a habit of literally sitting you in one of their laps and hand feeding you. They also had a habit of getting you sweets “because omegas love them.” Out of all of their behaviors the insistence that you were a fragile omega and that you had to be scent marked constantly where the two that most aggravated you, it made you want to scream, they made you wear their worn clothing and forced your face in their musky underarms. Sometimes they even competed between one another for who’s scent was on you more. Late one night when you were all bundled together in bed Ian made you reek of him so Eli added his scent on top of it, which prompted Ian to force some of his overly large clothing on you, which caused Eli to put his smelly blanket around you and after that they just growled softly and glared at each for a solid minute, not even blinking. Before you knew it they were wrestling for dominance right in front of you on the bed as you awkwardly scooted as far away from them as you could. They wrestled and scent marked one another to establish dominance before Eli narrowly came out on top as the winner. Sometime during their little altercation they had lost all their clothing but their underwear and sweat covered both of them, the musk was almost tangible. Eli held Ian down and moved his underwear out of the way to expose his hole before sliding his down to free his large cock. He did not hesitate as he leaned over his husband and plunged his dick in him in one swift motion and started well and truly pounding him right in front of you. Eli’s massive full nuts slapped ceaseless into Ian as if an auditory declaration of Eli’s dominance over the other alpha. You could not pull your eyes away as the spectacle continued to unfold with the blond knotting Ian as he growled softly and bit his earlobe before filling him with a hot load of cum. Well… you had at times wondered how alpha couples let out sexual frustrations and urges and how they resolved dominance conflicts. Apparently the answer was fighting for dominance and the winner passionately pumping the loser full of hot seed. The more you know. The one good thing about having two alphas seeing to you was that your ankle healed fairly easily with all of your needs so thoroughly attended to. You just had to bind your time and make your escape. It would not be the type of thing you could just do haphazardly. Ian and Eli had moved all of your and Desmond’s things into their large house and they had told your old landlord you were moving out so you had nowhere to go, except maybe to the police. It was the only thing you could think of. You decided that you would slowly pack a couple of bags up of clothes and your and Desmond’s most important possessions while gradually acting more cooperative with your captives to lull them into a false sense of security then once you had them fooled and your bags were packed you would disappear with Desmond in the dead quiet of night. You would not have too much time to bait them into complacency though, the longer you were here the harder it would be on Desmond, they already had him calling them his other daddies. The next day you began to slowly pack two bags of essentials that you couldn’t leave behind, you added to them daily and kept them hidden securely under Desmond’s bed. All the while you acted increasingly sweet to your captors. When one of them sat by you in bed, all musky and smelly after work, instead of shying away you would lean on them or put your hand on theirs. No matter how nauseating it was for you. When they kissed you you forced yourself to kiss them back, even if only on their cheeks. On a couple occasions you cooked a meal for them, you were not particularly gifted in the culinary arts, but you were not particularly terrible either. And eventually you even remade the nest on the bed with a lot of their freshly dirty laundry and all of the plushies and blankets they had scented for you. Every time you leaned on them their hearts melted all over again for you, whenever you graced their cheeks with a soft kiss they were totally reassured that you loved them, even if you were too shy to say it out loud, and when you made them a meal they savored every bite as they were sure it was made with love and they were so proud of their kind “omega” house husband. Oh, and when their little mate willingly made off with their dirty clothes and made a nest with their smell? That sent them over the moon. The pride and joy they had knowing their new boyfriend was getting comforted enough by their pheromones to sneakily steal their laundry was indescribable. Your plan was working perfectly. And when the day came where they had both planned on going to work later you knew you had finally received their trust and would have your chance to escape. When they had left you quickly grabbed your supplies and bundled up your son, you were finally going to escape from this hell. Desmond looked up at you cutely as you held him, “Where are we going?” “We are going on a little trip, okay?” You told him gently as you kissed his head gently. “I wanna go back to sleeeep” He whined, it was about time for his nap, Ian and Eli had left in the afternoon today. “You can in a bit ok-” You dropped your sentence, the word forgotten as you opened the door and saw Ian and Eli standing there, Eli’s hand outreached as he had been about to open the door. They had actually forgotten it was a holiday and there was no work today or tomorrow. Unfortunately, you had forgotten too. “Uh, (Y/N), sweetie... where are you going with Desmond and all that stuff?” Eli looked and sounded genuinely heartbroken, his red eyes even threatening to cry. Desmond’s little voice piped up, “Don’t cry daddy! We are going on a trip!” “Come here little man, it’s your nap time”, Ian took Desmond from you and put him back in his bed for his nap time before returning to the living room. You just looked down, guiltily avoiding their eyes, unable to summon any words in your defense. It was Eli who broke the silence. “Well, aren’t you going to say something (Y/N)!? Why were you trying to leave? We thought you loved us.” He crossed his arms and looked at you sternly. Something in his words made you snap. “You kidnapped me and my son, you keep me locked in here and miserable, I hate you, I hate both of you so much!” Eli took a step closer to you before responding in utter denial, incapable of believing such claims after you had clearly started to warm up to them. “No! You love us! You were so nice all week..” Eli’s eyes could not hold back anymore and a tear made its way down his cheek. “Because I was trying to get your trust to escape, asshole!!” “Hey, don’t talk to Eli like that! You’re really being grouchy today (Y/N)… do we need to take better care of you?” Ian got close and rubbed your arm. “OH! I know what it is, you need breeding!! You’re acting up because we neglected you and didn’t slide in our knots, of course that is it, you’re just a cute bratty omega too shy to ask for what you needed so you lashed out for attention~~” At this obvious explanation for your actions Eli perked up immediately. “Yeah, that must be it, (Y/N) just really needs to mate and was too shy to say anything when his alphas should have been able to anticipate his needs! Well don’t worry sweet pea, turns out today is a holiday, so we can relax and take care of you as much as you need us too~” “W-wait no! It’s not like that! I really h-” Your words were cut off by an excited Ian. “Babe, in the future if you need one of our knots just hop on okay, you don’t need to be all shy about it~” And with that Eli took you by the arm and practically dragged you into the bedroom. You probably would have struggled, but you were too stunned and flustered by the way things had unfolded to do anything. Eli placed you a bit roughly on the bed, a bit too excited to feel you around his knot to treat you as gently as he typically preferred. Eli took up position on his knees behind your head, his crotch hovering above your face ominously as he began to peel away your shirt. Ian got in a similar position behind your ass and easily removed your pants and underwear despite your squirming. Your protests only elicited smirks and chuckles. Even now, as you kicked, writhed, and pleaded, they were sure you were just too shy to admit that you desperately needed a forceful deep breeding. Eli disrobed and his cock bounced free above your face, smearing a bit of precum on your forehead. He pinned your arms down as he began smothering your face with his musky nuts. Scenting you in this lewd manner made him hard faster than anything else ever had. Meanwhile Ian was between your legs, licking and nuzzling against your own nuts, moaning softly as he inhaled your heavenly scent before moving his attention to your tight asshole. He began kissing and licking it tenderly, a string of drool connecting the two of you as he pulled back before diving back between your cheeks for more. You redoubled your struggles as you felt him give attention to your hole, but you were no match for an alpha, let alone two of them. Eli began prodding your lips with his cock, desperately wanting to feel the hot wet insides of your mouth on his dick, but you held your mouth closed and moved your head as much as you could to deny him entry, at the same time you were also clenching your ass closed as tightly as humanly possible to avoid letting in Ian’s overly eager tongue get a taste of you. Ian slid his long tongue into you anyway, gradually wiggling against you and slipping in, this caused you to gasp in surprise and Eli wasted no time in shoving his massive cock right past your lips and slowly grinding it into your face. “Shit, your mouth is so amazing, (Y/N), definitely made for this weren’t you?” It was by no means small and you gagged horribly as his constantly dripping precum was forced down your throat, tears began to fill your eyes as a rod invaded you from one end and Ian continued passionately making out with your ass from the other end. “Don’t feel bad about not making any slick baby doll, I lubed you up with my spit~” Ian knew you still were not quite ready for him though so he slowly inserted a finger into your well kissed entrance, lovingly feeling around your warm folds before finding your special spot. He knew he hit it when you let out a gagged and muffled moan and bucked your hips involuntarily as he continued rubbing you there, adding another finger to his delicate ministrations. As you began to see the first hint of stars from Ian fingering you you were gagging and crying more as Eli’s cock began knotting your face as he began grinding himself deeper into your face, his dick imprint now visible in your throat. And while you were busy worrying about whether or not you would die choking on a knotted cock Ian decided that it was almost time to slide his length into the warm waiting embrace of your insides. He aligned the tip with your hole, adding more natural lube by smearing his precum all over it, just to make absolutely sure that it would enter easily before he eased himself into you. He was being abundantly careful with you, something that Eli was not. | Eli was roughly fucking your face, stopping only briefly when it seemed necessary to make sure that you did not lose consciousness, though at this point that may have almost been the more merciful of the two options. At this point two twin rivers of tears were streaming down your face. The violation, the helplessness, the gagging, the unwilling pleasure building inside you with each thrust made by Ian. Now that you had acclimated nicely to being slowly explored by his cock Ian had picked up the pace considerably and was now focused a bit more on seeking his release than on your comfort. They set up a rhythm for fucking themselves into you, as one thrust forward the other pulled back, using you as a double sided cum dump while you cried uselessly for it to end. With each powerful stroke came the lewd smack of their balls, one set slapping your ass the other slamming into your face, the sound was so loud and clear throughout your ordeal it was as if it was mocking you further about your situation. As Ian continued battering your prostate you could not help cumming harder than you ever had in your life, and after you had Ian continued working towards his own orgasm and started fondling your sore nuts and sensitive cock as he did so. “Fuck, babe, you fit so well over my cock (Y/N), so tight and warm for me~” You were forced to cum twice more, painfully, before the two alphas finally had a synchronous climax, warm heady cum filling you from both ends, forcefully filling you up. You wanted to throw up but you had no choice but to allow it down your throat. Eli finally removed himself from your mouth with a wet plop as his knot exited your soft, sore lips. You were crying and shaking from the overstimulation and sheer domination that you had been victim of. Eli sat with your head moved into his lap and wiped away your tears and stroked your hair tenderly but you flinched and squealed as he kissed from your cheek to your collarbone and bit down hard, leaving his mark on you. He licked and kissed it tenderly like it was the most beautiful testament to love that he had ever seen, like he was worshipping it. But Ian was not done yet, his knot was thoroughly buried deep within your hot ass and he intended to fuck you full of at least one more load before stopping. The taste of cum was still on your lips as Eli leaned down and kissed you gently, probing every inch of your mouth with his tongue, tasting himself on your lips, savoring the mingled flavors of your spit and his cum, an addictive concoction created by the shared intimacy between you two. You were still crying a bit from the continued attention Ian’s cock was so dedicated to providing your ass, but Eli was kissing you and playing with your hair, and trying to comfort you as much as possible. You whimpered into Eli’s comforting lips and clung to his arm as Ian’s efforts made you cum yet again. Ian increased his pace again, going faster and harder as his pleasure mounted once more. He knew he was about ready to unload in your beautiful body again. The sight of you being kissed by Eli as you were blissed out with half lidded eyes, your mind temporarily broken as you were swept up in the tumultuous world that existed between the blurred border of pleasure and pain, twitching, whimpering, and moaning oh so deliciously sent him over the edge and his cock throbbed hard inside you, stuffing you to the brim with even more of his love as he shouted, “Oh god, (Y/N), I love you so much!”, Before biting you hard and leaving a big mark opposite of Eli’s, causing you to wince. Ian’s knot kept him firmly inside you so he pulled you into his lap and held you close to his chest. It was finally over and you clung to him, hiding your face in his neck as you cried. Eli was behind you rubbing your back and kissing your neck comfortingly. “You did so good for us baby doll.” “Yeah, our good little omega took our knots so well~” Ian cooed softly into your ear. Both of them were on cloud nine, they had successfully gotten you to live with them and they had actually bred you full of their seed, and now they had you all vulnerable and needy in their arms. You clung to Ian until you were released from his knot, you had stopped crying but you still felt like any vulnerable needy omega would after such intense breeding, despite being a beta. Your alpha “boyfriends” were going to make sure to give you the best treatment for being a good little mate and taking them both despite your much smaller stature. They made you a bubble bath and cleaned you off tenderly before bundling you in the softest pajamas that money could buy, they took turns cuddling you in their laps, and they kept kissing and licking your sore neck. When Desmond woke up later in the day you were in no state to be able to take care of him so Ian did while Eli snuggled and pampered and doted on you non-stop. You just lay by him in bed nuzzled into his hairy underarm, your subconscious had slowly begun to associate the scent of the two alphas with comfort and it was a good place to hide your face in for as long as you wanted to. He was more than happy to let you get as much of his smell as you needed. Later that night, when you had recovered more, they fed you all of your favorite sweets and hot chocolate. They wanted to make sure you were filled with all the things that made an omega a happy little mate, not just their thick seed. You were too tired to refuse, so when one of them pulled you into his lap you willingly nibbled at everything he gave you as you leaned back against his warm chest, they were thrilled with how placated mating had seemed to make you, though they agreed among themselves they had overdone it and that they would be gentler in the future. You were such a good little mate now, they knew all you had needed was a nice knotting to make you happy. In a twisted way they were not wrong, as they held and babied you you realized you had started to bond with them, it was good that you were, because you certainly would never be living apart from them.

#yandere a/b/o #yandere alpha x beta reader #male reader #male yandere x male reader #yandere alpha #yandere boyfriends #MY OCs #My OC Ian #My OC Eli #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse #yandere omegaverse

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i watched all of 9-1-1 and now all I can think of is firefighter price and the station is having a little bake sale or something for charity and single mom reader takes her kid to it and she meets price and it's all fluffy and flirty 😭😣 bonus points if its she's a bit younger than him.... that's all I can think of rn......

ahhh! i've been thinking about this ask since i got it - but i'm literally kicking my feet. when my brother was a volunteer firefighter i used to love the pancake breakfasts so i'm using that as inspo hehe

eagerly pulling you in the direction of the firehouse, the 6-year-old held your hand tightly. despite the earlier hours of the morning, the summer sun starting to build the warmth on your skin. other families scattered in the parking lot as everyone made their way towards the fire station.

had it not been for the the flyer your son took from volunteer firefighters a few days prior outside the grocery store, you would have had no knowledge of the pancake breakfast to raise money for charity. but, you were sure the charity part isn't what drew your child towards the event. it was more so the pancakes and other activities such as face painting and getting to sit in the firetruck being the aspects that appealed to him. excitedly he had attempted to read the flyer to you as you pushed him around the grocery store in the cart. and by the time you were done food shopping, you had promised him that you would take him.

"do you think i'll be able to try on one of the jackets?" his voice projected from the backseat of the car as you drove.

"the jackets are quite heavy, sweetie. maybe they'll let you try on one of that hats." your eyes glance back at him in the rearview mirror. a smile formed on his face at your answer.

"i hope so. that would be so cool," was all he said before his eyes glanced out the window, brain running ramped with excitement.

besides, between the charity aspect and the excitement your son exuded for the first time since the two of you moved into town, it seemed like a good way for him to meet other kids before the school year started.

and now, the day had come that he wouldn't stop talking about for the past week. the money in his hand to give to one of the wives sat at a table collecting the donations for entry. reaching over the table, he handed her the money and in return, she put on the appropriate wristband for him and handed you one as well.

his hand grabbed yours, quickly heading for the row of tables that multiple firefighters stood behind, putting pancakes on the plates of individuals of various ages and anything else they wanted such as eggs, bacon, etc.

grabbing plates for both you and your son, you allowed him to guide you to one fireman who was the least busiest with people. and before the word 'hello' left your sons mouth, the first string of words were, "chocolate chip, please."

"elliot," your eyes widened, giving his hand a squeeze as a warning. "manners." your sons cheek reddened, clearly embarrassed.

the mans upper body vibrated from the chuckle that escaped his lips as he watched your horrified expression. "lad is just excited. don't worry about it, big sister." before you could correct him, elliot's voice cut you off.

"hello," his voice quieter in comparison to his louder demeanor. "two chocolate chip, please, sir." he carefully took the place from you and handed it to the fireman himself.

placing three chocolate chip pancakes on the plate, he handed it back to your son. "there ya go, i gave you an extra." the man smiled at your son which caused your son to give him a toothy smile back.

"thank you." elliot spoke, his voice back to his normal octave. "i'm gonna go sit." your son says, hurriedly heading to an empty table to eat his pancakes. you watched as he ran off, before the gruff voice pulled your attention.

"what will his sister be having?" the fireman asked, reaching to take your plate. now, you took the chance to correct him.

"i'm not his sister."

his eyes widened this time. "mum?"

nodding to confirm his questioning tone, you smiled and let him take the plate from you. "i had him young." you felt the need to explain yourself.

"well," he placed three pancakes on your plate as well, handing it back to you. "regardless when you had him," his hands move wipe them on his shirt, and that's when you notice the 'hello my name is' sticker on his shirt below the stations logo - price. "definitely the prettiest mum here." one of his hands reaching out to shake yours.

the compliment caught you by surprise, nearly causing you to drop the plate as you freed a hand to shake his back.

"john price." the introduction making your body surge with warmth as his hand held yours, the same way the sun outside had made you feel. except right now you were very much inside and shielded from the summer heat.

also a little shoutout to @ohworm-writes who has a post on firefighter price which you can find here <3

#john price x reader #john price fluff #john price #captain john price #captain price #firefighter!price #nic responses #nic talks price

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JSB Grocery 001: (Functional Jacky93Sims Remix)

Published: 1-13-2024 | Updated: N/A SUMMARY Grocery store objects (Severinka_, 2022; BodegaBaby, 2021) converted by Jacky93Sims (2023), have been edited, expanded, and made functional. Slots have been added to most surfaces along with new items and recolors (select AL Woods; CuriousB, 2010). Some objects require shifting and/or placement cheats for ideal positioning. See below for details.

DETAILS Requires all EPs/SPs. §100-500 | Buy > Surfaces/Electronics Items with “MESH” in their filename are REQUIRED for textures/recolors to display correctly in-game. Also, Object Freedom 1.02 (Fway, 2023) is required. Since some items are cloned from shelves, you may need to shift items up once in order for them to place properly.

Display Island 4 (Fish) is cloned from the default grocery bin and now has an empty state. There is an “ice only” recolor in case you want to decorate it with your own food items - just know that it will be harder to tell when the bin needs restocking if you use this recolor.

Cold displays/fridges only have slots on the bottom-left side, and Display Island 3 only has slots on the front side. This is on purpose to allow intersection with other deco objects. Also, Shelf 3 (Fridge) is the ONLY shelf that will keep food from spoiling. Do not place perishable items on other shelves/displays! ITEMS Cash Desk (Center) (~450 poly) – single counter (no corners) Cash Desk (Left End) (226 poly) – shelf Cash Desk (Right End) (198 poly) – endtable; place w/ “move objects” and “grid on/off” cheats 1-tile/2-tile Cold Showcases (498 poly) - slots on bottom-left 1-tile/2-tile Display Fridges (446 poly) – slots on bottom-left 2-Tile Low Display Fridge (Deco)(660 poly) – shelves #4 and #5 can be used with this Display Islands 1-2 (250 poly) Display Island 3 (Half Slots/Half Deco) (250 poly) – slots on front-side only Display Island 4 (Fish) (3008 poly, HIGH) Display Aquarium (350 poly) – over-sized, not really meant to go against walls Floorlite (300 poly) Self-Checkout Bag Table (2520 poly, HIGH) - shelf Self-Checkout Register (318 poly) Shelf 1 (152 poly) Shelf 2 (Sloped) (304 poly) Shelf 3 (Fridge) (472 poly) – this will keep spoilable food items, other shelves will NOT. Shelves 4-5 (196-204 poly) DOWNLOAD (choose one) MESHES from SFS | from MEGA RECOLORS (unmerged, 190+ files) from SFS | from MEGA

*A known game bug may disable some OFB shelf slots. Not all players experience this bug in the same way, but if you do – there is a long-standing fix for it. If you cannot access more than 2 slots on shelves, download ONE of these fixes: MORE_Custom-objects-placeable-on-shelves (Numenor, 2006) MORE_Custom-objects-placeable-on-shelves+LOCKEDTILES (Numenor, 2006) Object Freedom 1.02 (Fway, 2023)

SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED Assembly can be annoying, but you gain greater functionality in the end. Place sale items on any one of the FIVE shelves, then add them to Cold Showcases, Fridge Displays, or your own unique display. To assemble the Cash Desk: 1) place the Cash Desk (Center) (this is a counter meant for the cashier/register), 2) place the Cash Desk (Left End) on the tile directly to the left of the Center counter, and 3) use “move objects on/off” and/or “grid on/off” cheats to align the Cash Desk (Right End) part on the right side of the Center counter. Be sure all three parts are facing the same direction.

CREDITS Thanks: @chocolatecitysim, @kashmiresims, @jacky93sims, Waterpixels, Severinka_, BodegBaby. Sources: Any Color You Like (CuriousB, 2010), BBNiche1Master (BuggyBooz, 2012), Beyno (Korn via BBFonts), Cubic Dynamics (EA/Maxis), EA/Maxis, Great Groceries Display (Balkopat, 2020), Grocery Store Part 1 (Jacky93sims, 2023; Severinka, 2022; Bodegababy, 2021), Kitchen Basic (Hafiseazale, 2016; BuggyBooz 2008), Kitchen Basic Extras (Hafiseazale, 2016; BuggyBooz, 2010), Offuturistic Infographic (Freepik), Slated Shelf (Katy76/PC-Sims).

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zvaigzdelasas · 6 months

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The Israeli military’s repeated, apparently unlawful attacks on medical facilities, personnel, and transport are further destroying the Gaza Strip’s healthcare system and should be investigated as war crimes, Human Rights Watch said today. Despite the Israeli military’s claims on November 5, 2023, of “Hamas’s cynical use of hospitals,” no evidence put forward would justify depriving hospitals and ambulances of their protected status under international humanitarian law.[...]

These ongoing attacks are not isolated. Israeli forces have also carried out scores of strikes damaging several other hospitals across Gaza. WHO reported that as of November 10, 18 out of 36 hospitals and 46 out of 72 primary care clinics were forced to shut down. The forced closure of these facilities stems from damage caused by attacks as well as the lack of electricity and fuel.[...]

Hospitals and other medical facilities are civilian objects that have special protections under international humanitarian law, or the laws of war. Hospitals only lose their protection from attack if they are being used to commit “acts harmful to the enemy,” and after a required warning. Even if military forces unlawfully use a hospital to store weapons or encamp able-bodied combatants, the attacking force must issue a warning to cease this misuse, set a reasonable time limit for it to end, and lawfully attack only after such a warning has gone unheeded. Ordering patients, medical staff, and others to evacuate a hospital should only be used as a last resort. Medical personnel need to be protected and permitted to do their work.[...]

The Israeli government should immediately end unlawful attacks on hospitals, ambulances, and other civilian objects, as well as its total blockade of the Gaza Strip, which amounts to the war crime of collective punishment, Human Rights Watch said. Hamas and other Palestinian armed groups need to take all feasible precautions to protect civilians under their control from the effects of attacks and not use civilians as “human shields.”[sic][...]

The International Criminal Court prosecutor has jurisdiction over the current hostilities between Israel and Palestinian armed groups that covers unlawful conduct by all parties. The ICC’s Rome Statute prohibits as a war crime “[i]ntentionally directing attacks against … medical units and transport.” Israeli and Palestinian officials should cooperate with the commission and the ICC in their work, Human Rights Watch said. The United States, United Kingdom, Canada, Germany, and other countries should suspend military assistance and arms sales to Israel as long as its forces continue to commit widespread, serious abuses amounting to war crimes against Palestinian civilians with impunity. All governments should demand that Israel restore the flow of electricity and water to Gaza and allow in fuel and humanitarian aid, ensuring that water, food, and medication reach Gaza’s civilian population.

“Israel’s broad-based attack on Gaza’s healthcare system is an attack on the sick and the injured, on babies in incubators, on pregnant people, on cancer patients,” Ahmed said. “These actions need to be investigated as war crimes.”

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Step by Step

“I’m starting to get a little too fat. I ought to try to lose some weight.”

You hear something small clatter to the ground, and look down to see a spinning button slowly coming to rest at your feet. Your puffy potbelly sags through the gap in the waistband of your now-buttonless pants. You try to pull your shirt down to cover the gap, but your belly is hanging too low and it keeps riding up to your bellybutton. The friends you’re with see your face turn beet red, and try to stifle a snicker.

“I’m getting a little too fat. I ought to try to lose some weight.”

You bend over to tie your shoes, and the sudden constriction of your too-tight t-shirt takes your breath away. You can feel your sumptuous belly and flabby tits, bulging outward, straining against the fabric. You do your best to suck in and hold your breath long enough to finish your knot, then straighten up and take a loud, noisy breath. It takes more effort than you remember to get to your feet.

“I’ve gotten a little too fat. I ought to lose some weight.”

The walk to the corner store seems a lot longer than it used to. Then you realize it’s because the extra resistance of your thickening thighs rubbing together, your ass cheeks being pushed up and dropped with every step, and the jiggle of extra fat in myriad unfamiliar places all over your body is what’s slowing you down. You stealthily pull the zipper halfway down your hoodie to let out some of the heat building up from your exertion.

“I’ve gotten too fat. I ought to lose some weight.”

Your friends look at you, then nervously at each other, as you load your fourth plate at the group potluck. Distracted by your craving for another helping, you don’t notice how pronounced your waddle is as you plod across the room. You also don’t pay much attention when you sit down on the couch, until your wide hips spread across the cushion, your belly pushes you back into the seat — and the couch lets out a loud CRACK beneath you. Everyone in the room looks your direction, and then tries to pretend they were looking at anything but your embarrassed chubby face.

“I’ve gotten too fat. I need to lose some weight.”

You sit behind the wheel of your car, in your driveway, the frustration and bafflement growing in your mind. You check, and yes, the seat’s all the way back; wheel’s still making a dent into the pudge of your belly, but there’s at least enough room. The belt’s at its usual shoulder height. You lift your side rolls, flowing over the armrest; and the clip is positioned where it’s supposed to be. So why, you ask yourself, won’t the buckle reach? You pull again, the strap pulling on and cutting into your flab as you strain to get it just that half an inch further… before giving up with a frustrated sigh. You drum your pudgy fingers on your stack of side rolls. Maybe an extender would be a good investment after all.

“I’ve gotten way too fat. I have to lose some weight.”

You try to focus on the smell of the cooking food as you stand over the stove, but all you can think about is the roaring ache in your back and legs. You lean against the kitchen counter, feeling your belly hanging and pulling against your back muscles, painfully aware of the whole weight of your thickening body resting on your flabby legs. All this, you think, from standing ten minutes making a pot of macaroni? With a last burst of energy, you grasp the pile of lard at your midsection, your fingers sinking into it, and heave it onto the counter. It groans under the mass, but the pressure releases from your spine and knees as the weight settles. It’s clear this isn’t going to work much longer. You figure it’s time to get a stool and start sitting when you have to cook.

“I’ve gotten way too fat. I really have to lose some weight.”

You never realized how many different kinds of brushes there were until you had to scroll through the hundreds listed for sale to find one you can use in the shower. You still feel the embarrassment from this morning’s discovery that, even sitting on your shower stool, there’s too much blubber surrounding your arms, love handles, and thighs for you to reach everywhere you need to wash with just your soapy loofah. You find one with a long handle and soft bristles that looks like it will fit perfectly under your sagging belly and between your billowing rolls. You add a case of those hard-to-find jelly-filled cakes you love to the order and select the expedited shipping option.

“I’ve gotten way too fat. I really have to lose some weight.”

The blubber encasing your body, hanging between your knees and over the sides of your mobility scooter seat, wobbles as you whir along down the frozen foods aisle. Your basket is already filled with chips, cookies, snack cakes, sugar cereal, pasta, ready-to-eat processed meals — your usual fare for the week — but you need a couple gallons of ice cream to get you through the weekend. As you reach for a carton of double chocolate fudge, you feel something give way in the scooter underneath you, which now makes a sickly buzzing noise when you try to operate the unresponsive controls. It takes all your strength to heave your bulk up from the seat, lumber your hundreds of pounds up to the customer service desk, and lean against the counter to catch your breath and try to ask for help. All the bewildered clerk and other customers can do is stare as you pant and cough, too winded and overheated to talk, your fat undulating with your labored breaths.

“I’ve gotten wayyy too fat. I really have to at least stop gaining weight.”

You wake, still groggy, realizing you fell asleep and spent the night on the couch again. You gather the blanket on top of the wide mound of belly in front of you, fold it, and set it aside before collecting the snack wrappers and soda bottles left sitting next to you from the night before. You’re still a little tired, so you’re not that surprised when you grab the arm rest and push up, letting your belly roll forward over your knees, rise a few inches off the couch, stall, and plop back into your spot, the broad cheeks of your ass spreading to fill the indent covering two of the three cushions. What does surprise you, after you’ve woken up fully and collected yourself, is that your second and third attempts go little better. Somewhat alarmed, adrenaline pumping, you finally get over the hump and lift your tremendous bulk into a standing position. A chill of worry ripples down your spine, as the thought of having to call the fire department to get you off your own couch flashes through your mind. You step slowly, deliberately toward the front door; and if you weren’t so distracted at the thought of the grocery delivery waiting for you, you’d notice the jiggle and pull of the thick layers of fat covering every inch of your body, dominating your motions and shifting with every step you try to take.

“I’ve gotten wayyy too fat. And now… I don’t think there’s anything I can do about it.”

#feeder fiction #gainerfiction #gaining #ssbhm #weight gain fiction #wg fiction #extreme weight gain #wg story #weight gain story #gainer stories

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It's been a whole god damn week and I'm going to need the people being absolute fucktrumpets in my inbox over my "fuck Audible post" to simmer the fuck down and stop telling me "I have other options" when I'm already utilizing every option available to me and that it's my own fault for using Amazon.

I have gone wide with global distribution for my titles since day one. I have every global retailer available to me as an indie author listed here and on my website. People still choose Amazon because it is cheap and convenient. Removing Amazon listings won't drive people to the other retailers, it'll just mean I won't get 80% of my sales which I rely on to pay bills and help put food on the table.

Also to the people absolutely jacking off in my inbox over how I should just use Scribd because it's superior to Amazon for authors, I'm going to need you to show your sources, because here's mine:

ID: A screenshot of my royalty report from Scribd for the month of June 2022. It reports the "sale" of 2 units for a total profit of $1.18. /End ID.

This is a great example of why when authors tell you they can't afford to not sell on Amazon, this is why. If I'd sold 2 copies of that title on Amazon, I'd have made roughly $2.10+ (depends on currency).

Don't get me wrong, I'm still absolutely thrilled people are using paid services like Scribd to access my work. I'd rather you did that than pirate it. And by all means, keep using Scribd if that's what works for you. I'm not here to shame anyone for enjoying things however they can afford to. But don't come onto my post or into my inbox and spout bullshit about how it's "morally superior to Amazon."

Newsflash, there is no ethical consumption under mainstream capitalism. Scribd is not Amazon, and that is to its credit, but that doesn't mean it's "better for authors." It just means it's not Amazon.

Anyway, support indie authors direct where you can, order through a local indie store, ya-da-ya-da.

Fuck I'm tired.

#beating my head off a brick wall would feel more productive #indie author stuff #royalties #late stage capitalism

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More Than Convenience - Choi Soobin

(Soobin/Female Reader)

Warnings: Smut, Blowjob, Eating Out, Fingering, Praise Kink

You found yourself dreading each day at work. Hours and hours of dealing with nosy customers, restocking shelves, all while desperately trying to manage the infinite wrath of your boss, Mrs. Lee, proved exhausting to say the least. That was until a certain coworker joined your shift.

He was so tall it would scare you if not for his baby face. He wore a light grey pair of trousers, matched with a soft knit cardigan which accentuated his slim figure. His lips and eyes reminded you of that of a bunny’s, and his fluffy hair only further proved that fact. He wore a polite smile on his face, and even Mrs. Lee seemed to like him, grinning at him as if she were a proud mother. You scowled under your breath. Since when was she kind to anyone?

“Ah, yes… We are going to get so many customers because of you…” She muttered, and you now knew the reason why his presence brought her so much joy. Oh god, was he going to be one of those people who are stuck up simply due to the fact that they are pretty? Mrs. Lee called your name, gesturing towards you as to introduce you to him.

“This is the other worker in your shift, Mr. Choi. Please take the register for her whenever you are able, your good looks will boost my sales!” Did she have no shame…? He smiled awkwardly at this statement, fidgeting with his hands behind his back, showing that he was deeply uncomfortable. Regardless, you didn’t like him. Because of your manager’s decision, you would now be stuck hunched over on your back filling shelves with hundreds of products each day. Either way, you smiled at him, not wanting to make another enemy at work, since the woman in front of you clearly proved to be one.

“It’s nice to meet you. You can call me Soobin.” You were surprised to find that rather than Mrs. Lee, he was speaking to you, and you acknowledged his words with a small nod. You wouldn’t allow yourself to like him so easily. It was best to be cold so he knows how you felt about him. This guy would be forcing you to get scoliosis by the time a month had passed.

Your boss soon left the room, giving him a quick overview on how to use the cash register as she walked by, telling him to ask for your help if he ever needed. “Thanks for offering for me to give him a run-down on your policies, boss!” You wanted to say, but you knew better than to defy the one who kept food on your plate. With a quick shake of his hand, you and Soobin went on your separate ways, both tending to your individual positions.

—˚ʚ♡ɞ˚—

It had been a little over a month since your coworker joined, and to your utmost surprise, your back was still intact, although in pain. Speaking of Soobin, you soon learned that he wasn’t as bad as you thought he was, even though it was technically his presence which had reduced you to a shelf stocker. If he noticed you were tired, he’d offer to swap places until Mrs. Lee walked in and yelled at you for ‘ruining her sales,’ but you were perfectly good looking yourself, thank you very much. She’d apologize to Soobin for you stealing his position, as if he hadn’t offered to do it in the first place, patting him on the head, giving him a sorrowful look before glaring in your direction. What did this woman even have against you? The mere thought of these moments put an expression of pure annoyance on your face.

It was yet another day at work when, as to no one’s surprise, you were filling yet another shelf with chips. To your distaste, it happened to be the one shelf you couldn’t reach the top layer of, and there was no way in hell you were going to walk all the way to the supply closet for a single row of chips. Before you processed what you sounded like, the words escaped your lips.

“Soobin, could you help me reach the top shelf of this?” Oh shit. Without realizing it, you had reenacted word for word every drama’s cliche scene. But what were you supposed to do, especially when there was a human ladder right in the same room as you? His reaction was in every way similar to the movies you’d seen, and this weird fluttery feeling filled your chest.

He walked up to you, and without a word, his arms moved past your face as he essentially held the air around you to place every bag in its place. Your heart stopped. God, why were you feeling like this? You tried to shake off the thought, and the faint red tint on his ears as he walked away in silence, but it kept coming back like a song that just couldn’t get out of your head.

Finally, due to the disappointment of realizing that next you would have to carry dozens of gallons of milk into the fridge, your mind went elsewhere.

That is why, when work ended that day, it was a most pleasant surprise. As you made your way out, getting ready to close the shop, you saw a woman and her two children at the register, smiling red-faced at the sight of the cashier. With his assurance, she stacked a few more candies for the young boys next to her, increasing her bill by at least five dollars. “It pisses me off so much when Mrs. Lee is right…” You muttered, bothered by how pretty that man was and angry at the increased fortune of your boss, even if by a minuscule amount. You left the store that night scoffing in annoyance, both at your manager and at yourself for growing fond of the boy you worked with.

As you closed your eyes that night to sleep, you drifted off to a heavy dream.

His soft voice called out your name, equally soft hands brushing past your cheeks and onto your lips. His arms had you pinned against the shelves. He was pleading for your touch. You soon realized that you were in the situation you had found yourself in earlier, but with a few key changes. The primary one being that his mouth was now on yours. You ignored the obvious parallels to the day you had just had, engrossed into the moment and engulfed into the ocean which was his eyes. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer into his body, leaving a hot sensation between your legs. Before you knew it, you were moaning into the kiss, yearning for more of him, for all of him.

“Please,” You whined, not wanting him to stop anytime soon, but to your surprise and displeasure, before you was your older sister. Your expression immediately shifted to one of disgust, matching hers painted in judgement.

“Why the hell are you fucking your pillow?” She asked, and you had no response other than silence. Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips formed a frown. And with that, she left your room, refusing to close the door solely to bother you. Looking at the time, you realized you should be heading to work soon, and you went on your way, both ashamed and shocked that you could even imagine such a thing.

—˚ʚ♡ɞ˚—

Many days passed, and given your newfound… desires, it only got harder and harder to look Soobin in the eyes. He himself didn’t help much either, as now rather than allowing you to walk all the way to get a stepping stool, he ever so kindly (to your utter horror) decided to help you with stocking the tall shelves at any chance he got. If he ever so much as saw you step towards the supply closet, he would grab your wrist, sending butterflies into your stomach, and bring you back over to the aisle all while holding your arm.

Suddenly, you understood why people dropped the entirety of their bank accounts at the sight of him, because lately more than ever, he was the prettiest thing to you. Not that he had changed physically, he still had the same elegant yet equally cute beauty to him, but your feelings about him certainly had. Whether you told yourself so or not, whether you brushed it off or not, deep down you secretly knew that you liked him.

One day, after waking up from another dream that left you with a pool between your legs, he, yet again, leaned over you to place items on the shelf above. But he wasn’t focusing on his hands, nor was he staring into space. He was gazing directly into your eyes, which soon turned to him looking at your soft lips. You clearly noticed this, as your face soon felt warm and you stumbled over your words.

“Are you… finished yet?” You asked, hoping that the multiple times your voice broke were subtle enough to ignore, flashing a sheepish grin in attempt to lighten the suddenly thick mood. This seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was in, as his face flushed, apologizing for his actions, walking straight back to the cash register. The rest of the day, he seemed to be glancing in your direction, and based on his demeanor, he didn’t notice that you were staring back and had seen through his attempts to be discreet each and every time. Of course, you could never say this, because that would only reveal that you were looking at him too.

—˚ʚ♡ɞ˚—

After what felt like an eternity, as if his presence in itself could slow down time, it was time for you to leave. Yet again, he was finishing up with the last customer, so you took the extra time to prepare the store for the next day. Mrs. Lee had already left hours ago, and she entrusted you to her keys not due to her belief in your abilities, but due to the fact that she couldn’t be bothered to do it herself. You waited at the door for Soobin to leave the room, not wanting to lock him in (which had already happened multiple times on accident). Finally, he stepped out of the door behind the person he had somehow managed to sell three dozen cartons of eggs to, shocked and impressed at both his ability to charm people and the customer’s strength to carry out a cart filled with so much food.

As he walked out to leave, avoiding your gaze with a face painted in a faint shade of pink, you suddenly had an urge to have him stay. And so you made him. You grabbed his wrist, as he often had at your feeble attempts to use a stepping stool instead of him, and mustered up all of your courage to speak.

“Soobin, wait,” You began, stumbling over every syllable as if each word were akin to running a marathon, “It’s late, so maybe we should eat here together…?”

He looked at you with an expression of obvious confusion, but there was something else in his eyes. He was flustered.

“Ah… But… Isn’t it the same time we always get off of work? I only made us a few minutes late with the eggs…” He questioned, and realizing your mistake, you flushed in embarrassment. Oh. Well, you probably should have thought about that sooner… You apologized, preparing to go off in your own direction, but now it was his turn to stop you from leaving, and he spoke yet again.

“Now that I think about it, I am kind of hungry… Let’s stay for a little?” He asked, ears a bright red by the time he finished talking. With nothing more than an excited nod, you followed him back in. At the corner of the shop lay a break room, lined with soft couches and coffee machines galore. Although it probably shouldn’t be called such, since it was practically Mrs. Lee’s office. If she caught anyone but her inside, she would threaten to fire them with an angry glare. You had hardly seen the entirety of it if not to report to her about some annoying customer asking for the person who ran the place. Now that you thought about it, that was probably the only work she actually did around here.

“I feel like I’m committing a crime by being in here,” Soobin muttered, and you laughed in agreement, an equally uncomfortable expression on your face. In your hands were two cups of spicy ramen, a chicken buried in peppers on the cover.

“Let’s see who stops to drink first,” You challenged, and he eagerly agreed.

“You’re on.” He joked, playing along with your game.

Pouring the hot water from the coffee machine into your noodles, it softened into a manageable texture. You took the first bite, pleasantly surprised. For a convenience store, it had pretty decent food. He obviously had a different opinion, as his face contorted in disgust both at the flavor and spice. At first you reveled in your victory, but as he was still suffering minutes later, you put down your chopsticks and ran to get him a cold drink. What was the best thing to use here…? Strawberry milk, you decided. Not that it was necessarily better than normal milk, but it had a picture of a bunny on it you couldn’t refuse.

You walked back to the room, only to find him still dying from heat, and quickly offered him a sip. You tried to ignore the way his face brushed past your hand as you fed him the drink, or the way his lips were somehow even cuter while around a straw.

“You know, you look like the bunny on this cup.” You said, before realizing what you were doing, and before you had time to undo your actions, he replied.

“Are you calling me cute, miss?” He teased, adding the last part solely to see your eyes dart around the room, searching for anything to look at but him. You were playfully annoyed at his words, but then you realized that you had to win anyways, so you gazed directly into his eyes.

“And what if I am?” You said simply, as if just making conversation. Clearly this worked on him, as his eyes widened in a manner which made him even more adorable than before, and it only made you want to fluster him more.

“Choi Soobin, what if I am calling you cute?” You reinstated your previous words, satisfied at the way his face had turned a soft pink at your words.

“I,” he began, trying to find a response, but his thoughts escaped his lips before an excuse could. “Can you kiss me?” This time it was your turn to be embarrassed. Such a bold request, coming from someone who knew you wouldn’t say no to them… No, he sounded hesitant, so it couldn’t be that. You knew you couldn’t say no to him.

Your expression told him everything he needed to know. You cupped his face in your hands, looking into his warm eyes, and to your surprise he pulled you into his lap. A soft squeak left your mouth, startled at his actions, but you soon grew to like the feeling of being surrounded by his body. Without wasting a second, you pressed your lips against his, enjoying the sweet taste of strawberry which remained. He held his arms around your waist tighter, as if you were so fragile you could disappear in a second, not letting go of the kiss for a moment. Realizing how far up his lap you were, he gasped against your mouth, but you only took this as an opportunity to feel his tongue against yours. Humming against his lips, you deepened the kiss, and he clearly enjoyed it as by the muffled whimper that you heard. This man was going to be the death of you.

Eventually you had to pull away to breathe, both panting for air. His lips were swollen and puffy from you sucking on them, and his eyes were filled with affection so deep it made your heart melt. And yet there was another emotion. Lust.

“More…” He whispered, face now buried into your neck. The sound of his voice was enough to make you insane. You pressed a soft kiss to his head.

“Soobin…” You replied, searching for something, anything to say with your mind in such a disheveled state. “I’m all yours. If you’ll be mine, too?” You nearly cringed at your own words before he immediately agreed, as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. Such sweet words were a stark contrast to the profanity of this situation. You sat in his lap, pressed firmly against the now hardened bulge in his pants.

“I wouldn’t want anything more." His words left a warm feeling in your heart, and an even warmer feeling between your legs. Within a moment, his mouth, once innocently resting on your shoulder, now latched itself onto the sensitive skin of your neck. You gasped in surprise, and before you could stop it, the feeling of his hot tongue led many not-so-innocent noises to escape your lips. Before, his name was said out of affection, and now, you were gasping it in desire. He left soft bites down your neck, his even softer breaths becoming something you could get addicted to.

Even so, it wasn’t enough. You wanted more. You needed more. You found yourself grinding against him, and his sharp whines told you he needed you just as badly.

“Can I touch you?” You asked, wanting to hear more of his sweet sounds. He nodded slightly while looking away in embarrassment, but you pulled him right back into a soft kiss. You found yourself missing the feeling of his mouth on your skin. Your hand was placed between his legs, palming him through his clothes, and the desperate moans that left his lips nearly made you lose all composure. His head found itself buried in your neck yet again, biting into your skin as if to hold him steady. You sloppily undressed him, leaving him half wearing his trousers, all while remaining in his lap.

“Open your mouth.” His lips parted, sucking on your fingers with a look in his eye that told you he wanted you more than anything. You pressed yet another soft kiss to his forehead, now moving your hand back down and slowly stroking his cock. The sound that escaped him was nothing short of heavenly. His moans grew louder as your fingers moved faster, and you stopped for a moment only to sit on the floor in front of him.

“Please…” Before you could even ask, he pleaded for you to taste him, and so you did. You kissed his tip, smiling at how it twitched at your slightest touch. Wanting to see how far you could take this teasing, you licked him up and down at an agonizingly slow pace. His whimpers grew more and more desperate before you finally gave in, taking him whole. He tasted slightly sweet, a mild but pleasant flavor. You loved it. You loved him. His length was too much to maintain this for too long, so you shifted to stroking one half of him with your hand and licking him on the other. This seemed to do it for him, as his moans grew louder, calling your name endlessly as if you were the only one he could love, softly tugging on your hair in desperation.

You increased your speed, longing to hear more of his shaky breaths, wanting to give him all of the pleasure in the world. He was clearly affected by this, as he began rutting his hips into you, chasing his climax. At once, you felt his warm cum fill your mouth, a taste you could hardly enjoy before his lips were on yours once again. This time, he shifted to you, yearning to make you feel as good as you did for him. He pulled you back onto the couch, knee pressed between your legs as he kissed you, rubbing against your sensitive clit and sending sweet waves of pleasure through your body. His teasing proved deadly, one look into his eyes and you could tell he wasn’t going to stop until he had eaten you whole.

He leaned over, guiding you to lay down, quickly undressing you, resting his head on your thigh. He looked into your eyes, as if asking for your consent, and you simply responded by pulling him into you. You were already wet, but once his tongue was between your legs your arousal became almost unbearable. His cute eyes looked up into yours, as if seeking your praise. If it were any situation but this one you would have found it utterly adorable, but now, all it did was turn you on more.

“Harder…” You muttered between shaky breaths and gasps. He looked as if he were drunk on the high of pleasing you, face buried between your legs, tongue licking up every last drop of you. You gasped at the feeling of his fingers now buried inside of you, curling into you. He hit your sensitive spot, and you threw your head back in pleasure. In noticing this, he repeated the action over and over again.

“Soobin-ah… More…” This simple plea only made him go faster, eating you out as if his life depended on it, replicating any action that seemed to make you feel better than the last. He was incredibly acute in your reactions, exploiting your weaknesses, bringing waves of pleasure through your body. Soon, you couldn’t take it anymore, telling him you were about to finish. A rush of warmth filled your body, and you felt nothing short of ecstasy as you climaxed. He eased you through it, slowly tasting you with his tongue, and licked his lips once he pulled away.

He looked into your eyes, and your face flushed in embarrassment, only to be met by him peppering soft kisses all over your face. He laid down with you, fixed your clothes and buttoned his own pants, wrapping his arms around your waist. His head fell onto your chest looking up into your eyes lovingly.

“Are you sure we can’t just sleep here…?” He asked, half teasing half serious, now tired as it was getting late. His eyelids grew heavy, and he nearly slept on top of you. You woke him up through pinching his soft cheek.

“Has anyone ever told you how adorable you are?”

“Not anyone that mattered. Until now, that is.”

—˚ʚ♡ɞ˚—

“What the actual hell are you two doing?!” The booming voice of your boss woke you with a start. You took a moment to analyze your surroundings, and by the sight of Soobin lying atop you, cute face buried in your chest, still somehow fast asleep, you knew you were thoroughly fucked.

You tapped his shoulder until he awoke, desperate to get him to help you come up with any explanation, but to no avail.

Well… at least you knew you wouldn’t be trusted to close shop anymore.

I hope you enjoyed reading! If you ever have any feedback at all I’m open to hear it ♡

(I mean, they technically did have dinner… just the dessert was each other)

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