#group hcs

[imagineredwood]

Group HC - The Boys reactions to getting caught stealing your panties 👙

I know. I know. It’s terrible and gross and icky I KNOW 😭😭 but I saw HCs for another shows characters around this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head and it triggered the memory that this is actually canon for Juice and…yeah. Here we are 🧍🏻‍♀️

He’s not sorry. Or embarrassed. He loves you, loves everything about you. He thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread. He worships you and the ground beneath your feet. So why wouldn’t he steal your panties? They’re yours, and they rest against his most favorite part of you all day 🤷🏻‍♀️ He won’t apologize, not even when your face heats up and you cover it with both hands. On the contrary, he probably makes a show of taking one out of the secret pile and sniffing it. He’s nasty, and he knows regardless of how you feel about it, you know he does it out of love and devotion. So he’s ok with it. And he’s not gonna stop.

He’s ashamed. He knew he shouldn’t have done it. Felt weird and invasive, but he couldn’t help it. He just loves you so much, and he gets lonely when you’re apart, and it smells like you. What else was he supposed to do? He would never cheat, would never even dream of it. But the stress of the club gets to him, especially the more complicated things get, he just needs comfort and relief, and when he saw them laying there in the hamper, he snagged it without thinking. Then he couldn’t stop, even when he knew he should. Even goes as far as offering to take apart the washer saying that maybe the machine is eating them 👀 He apologizes, cheeks tinted red, eyes downcast and hopes you don’t hold it against him. He’ll ask before he takes them next time, scouts honor.

Like Angel, he’s not embarrassed. He just shrugs, telling you that you’re his girl and your pussy is his, so why can’t he just take them? 🙄 He buys you new pairs every now and then anyway. So he wants to smell you randomly throughout the day, whats the harm in that? He just misses you. And likes to look at the pair and reminisce about times he’s taken them off of you. Is that a crime? He even reaches into his kutte and pulls out the pair that he’s kept on him today to show that it’s no big deal, and they’re the ones from yesterday, you recognize.

He’s bashful, arguably, but not necessarily embarrassed. It’s more about getting caught than it is the actual act. Like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. He’s not sorry for taking them, he’s just sorry that it’s kinda awkward for you to find the stash. He laughs awkwardly, shrugging it off or trying to anyway. Explains that he just rarely gets time to himself, so he is uses them when he’s alone in Templo to get his mind right. That your scent calms him and helps his focus. He didn’t think you’d mind too much, he just also never expected you to find out.

He's not sorry in the slightest and he makes sure you know it too. He bought every pair anyway, what's the issue? He could buy you 30 pairs by lunch 🙄 He wasn't up from about it, no, but he also didn't necessarily hide it. It just wasn't entirely in the open. You're respectful and don't go through his stuff in his office so how would you have known he had an entire drawer of his desk with them all collected in there? You'll get over it, a few new lingerie sets will make sure of that.

The OG of panty stealing and sniffing himself. It’s canon after all. He just can’t help himself. You’re his moon and stars and he just can’t get enough of you. Even when you’re perched in his lap, cockwarming him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, it’s not enough. He needs to be in your skin. But he can’t. So stealing your panties is the next best thing. It’s a compulsion he can’t fight. God knows he’s tried. And he tells you as much. Lists all of the things he did first to try and not have to submit to that desire. But in the end it didn’t matter. He just needs to have your most intimate article with him at all times. Keeps He doesn’t want you to think he’s a freak but he also just need you to know how much he absolutely loves, adores, and worships you. He’ll even hand over the pair in his pocket if you ask him to.

He's nonchalant about it. It's just panties. You have a bunch more. Not like you were gonna miss them or something. He just loves you and likes to have something of yours that he can keep nearby when he misses you. One in his pocket, one in the sale bag of his bike tucked away hidden. His stash is dispersed, not because he was necessarily hiding them, but because there's one each place that will serve a purpose.

Also not embarrassed. Hits you with that famous smirk, his shoulders shrugging as you stare at him waiting for an answer. "Just miss you sometimes, Darlin'. Just somethin' to get me by." Like it's perfectly normal. He left you your favorite pairs after all. He only takes the ones you're not the biggest fan of, so you wouldn't notice as quickly. It's not a big deal, he can give them back. Sometimes he just needs to sit in the chapel with them over his face while he strokes himself before Church so he can make sure he has a level head before this important vote.

General taglist

@piccasoe @ateliefloresdaprimavera @gemini0410 @woahitslucyylu @my-rosegold-soul @that-chick212 @everyhowlmarksthedead @glimmerglittergirl  @fanaticfangurl21 @encounterthepast  @svintsandghosts @starrynite7114   @destynelseclipsa  @queenbeered @iamthegraham @emoengelfurleben  @otomefromtheheart @rosieposie0624 @papa-geralt-of-cirilla @beeroses @weirdosandhopelessromantics @kola95 @black-repunzel99 @xonickibaby @cruzwalters @myakai13 @mrsstevenbuchananstark @lyly00 @kaystacks17 @cole-winchester  @alexxavicry  @savagemickey03  @fanfic-n-tabulous   @choochoo284 @xbloodyxangelx @carma-fanficaddict @gillysoldlady

Mayans MC taglist

@dazzledamazon​  @abunnykisses​ @briana-mishell24​  @wrcn9fvlcver​  @thesandbeneathmytoes​ @krysiewithak​  @appropriate-writers-name​  @blessedboo​  @megapeacelovemusic-blog​ @emoengelfurleben​ @blowmymbackout​ @abby-splace​ @kola95​ @black-repunzel99​ @redpoodlern​  @myakai13​

@cruzwalters​  @danimals1096 @po3ticb3auty​ @lyly00​ @im-just-a-mississippi-girl​  @angel-121​ @fanfic-n-tabulous​ @90sisthenew80s​ @lovelytricia @librarian1002

[eydilily]

hermit family photo ! ! !

[wormtime123]

what i've done for pride this month target audience: me. ft. kristen on a queer mission and a gaggle of sapphics + their favorite aroace little guy

[bluesylveon2]

The NRC Gossip Club would include:

Ortho "can dox someone within a milisecond" Shroud

Rook "is hiding somewhere in a tree" Hunt

Cater "snooping through your Magicam" Diamond

Lilia "knows your uncle's friend's cousin's kid's dogwalker" Vanrouge

Jamil "a totally average guy" Viper

Jade "looks mature but knows a lot" Leech

Ruggie "will sell information for a donut" Bucchi

[inkz123]

Chill afternoon while horror preps some stuff for dinnerrr :')

[wizardsimper]

Halsin and Jaheira trying to deal with the tadpole gangs shenanigans

[relgnira]

Pmd au soup group!!!!! I miss them dearly <3

They are all so adorable im gonna frow up :3

[annamationsart]

everyone loves talking about little jon in correlation to mr. spider but no one ever talks about how insufferable this kid was. i wouldn’t wish sitting next to him in class upon my worst enemy

[not-delusional-at-all]

How COD characters would respond to their child asking where babies come from

Price: He would stammer for a moment and then talk about how the stork brings babies to mommies and daddies who want them

Ghost: he would say a random country. "Babies come from Albania". He just doesn't feel like going through the headache of explaining it.

Soap: he would delegate that question to the other parent because he panicked

Gaz: he would say "they come from a mummy's belly"

Alejandro: he'll say "you'll find out when you're older"

Rudy: he'll blank for a second and go on to explain it in an age appropriate way and then worry if he went too in depth

Graves: he'll struggle to figure out how to tell his child, "well you see when a mommy and daddy love each other very much they... Uh..."

Makarov: goes into clinical detail as if he's a teacher or something. His kid doesn't know what half of what he's saying is.

[finn-hasnoclue]

grian has officially been assigned bisexual via sitting position and dream couch color

welcome to pride month grian :)

[imagineredwood]

Could you do a Mayans HC where their gf is not very experienced and she asks them to give her directions on how to ride them (idc which other guys but could you include creeper and Riz) Please and thanks!

Sorry I’m a dirty bird 😐

I love your brain for this idea. Hope you like it 🥰

Super gentle. Praise kink activated. He'd have his hands on your hips, fingers drawing little comforting circles on your skin. He'd smile up at you with that grin. He'd lay there perfectly still, all the discipline in the world not to thrust up into you. He'd help you lift up and sink back down slowly, telling you how pretty you look and how good of a job you're doing for him. The type to tell you to do whatever feels natural and good for you. A-ok with you grinding back and forth. He'll talk you through it and checks in with you consistently to make sure you're still ok.

He's down for the idea immediately, but not nearly as patient or disciplined as he needs to be for you to be entirely in control the whole time. He'll tell you what he likes and give you the reigns, but that doesn't last long before his hands are moving your body like a toy and thrusting up into you. He has to be reminded multiple times that he's supposed to be guiding you. He'll apologize and be good for a bit before you have to scold him again. Curses like a sailor, tells you how fucking beautiful you are above him. Definitely might need you to hold his arms down by the wrist to ride him once you get the hang of it.

Similar to EZ. Patient and helpful. Compliments you the entire time. His hands help guide you up and down but once you've got the hang of it, they're exploring. He likes to trail his fingertips over your tummy gently and watch the goosebumps follow. Tells you how you're the most beautiful girl in the world. How happy he is that you're comfortable enough with him to be vulnerable and want to learn with him. Even when you lose your rhythm or almost fall off the edge of the bed, he's there with you, love in his eyes.

He loves the idea. Loves that you trust him enough to be vulnerable, yet eager enough that you're willing to learn. He probably puts his hands behind his head or flat to the side to keep himself from dragging you but he fails still. Uses his hands to grind you down on him, thumbs at your clit even when you whine and try to swat his hand away, not wanting it to end too quick. He's having the time of his life and is more than happy to teach you today, tomorrow, and every single day that exists after that.

Perfectly patient and a gentleman. Checks in often, makes sure you're comfortable. Praises you the entire time. Likes to feel your hands on his chest and he holds your hands overtop to help balance you. Also one that has the discipline to not rut up into you even though that's all he wants to do. He wants you to learn and explore. Loves watching your face when you find the perfect angle. If you didn't have a praise kink before, you will now.

Takes every ounce of control he has to let you do your thing. All he wants is to flip you over and pound you into the mattress, but he'll try his best to behave. At least for a little while. Don't put it past him to place a mirror by the bed so you can see how good you look and how you move. I take him as the type to give a soft little half-assed spank whenever you get too enthusiastic, telling you to slow down and make it last, teasing you and making you really work for it.

General taglist (tagged in all work)

@piccasoe @ateliefloresdaprimavera @woahitslucyylu @everyhowlmarksthedead @glimmerglittergirl @fanaticfangurl21 @encounterthepast @svintsandghosts @starrynite7114 @destynelseclipsa @queenbeered @iamthegraham @emoengelfurleben @all-the-boys-to-the-yard @otomefromtheheart @rosieposie0624 @papa-geralt-of-cirilla @beeroses @weirdosandhopelessromantics @kola95

@cruzwalters @myakai13 l @lyly00 @Zsakaystacks17 @cole-winchester @alexxavicry @savagemickey03 @fanfic-n-tabulous @xbloodyxangelx @carma-fanficaddict @gillysoldlady @choochoo284 @whitetxilwxlf @ravennaortiz @flowercrowns-goodvibes

Mayans MC taglist 

@dazzledamazon  @briana-mishell24 @wrcn9fvlcver @thesandbeneathmytoes @krysiewithak @appropriate-writers-name @blessedboo @megapeacelovemusic-blog @emoengelfurleben @blowmymbackout @abby-splace @kola95 @redpoodlern @myakai13 @cruzwalters @po3ticb3auty @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @angel-121 @fanfic-n-tabulous @carma-fanficaddict

[inkieun]

Hide & Seek — Minhwan Ma x F!Reader

Just as the metallic click of Min-Hwan’s modified gun froze her veins, a whisper—“I see you”—came from behind, and when she turned, he was already there.

tw : hair pulling, noncon, gun play and manhandling let me know if i missed any.

Crouched low behind a bookshelf, My breath came in shallow, rapid gasps. The library was unnaturally silent after hours—dark, claustrophobic, haunted only by the soft hum of the emergency lights and the occasional creak of wood. I pressed myself deeper into the shadows, every muscle locked, listening.

Then I heard it.

A whistle.

Low. Mocking. 

Min-Hwan.

His footsteps followed—slow and almost playful as they echoed across the hardwood floor.

“sweetheart…” His voice slithered through the air like smoke. “Baby, why are you hiding from me? I thought we were just starting to have fun.”

A crash split the silence—the brutal sound of books hitting the ground. I flinched and clamped a hand over my mouth.

He wasn’t just knocking them over. He was hurling them. Books slammed to the floor like bodies, pages fluttering like broken wings.

Thud.

Another shelf.

Closer this time.

“You always liked games, didn’t you?” he crooned. “Hide and seek is my favorite.” He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice dripped with poisoned sweetness.

“Come on, sweetheart. I promise I won’t be mad.”

Liar.

Then came the sound that froze her veins—the metallic click of his toy. The modified gun. Not quite lethal. But precise enough to drop her in one shot.

My pulse roared in her ears.

Min-Hwan chuckled—softly.

Another crash.

A chair this time.

I squeezed my eyes shut, breath trembling.

Silence fell again.

Too long.

Too quiet.

Then—

A whisper. Right behind me.

“I see you.”

My heart stopped.

I turned my head—and froze.

Min-Hwan was standing there.

Right there.

Towering over me like a nightmare. His face was dipped in shadow, but his eyes—cold, gleaming with a sick thrill—were locked onto mine.

Before I could move, before my body even remembered how to, his hand tangled in my hair—tight and brutal—yanking me to my feet with a savage jerk.

I gasped in pain, my scalp screaming, hands flying to his wrist. But it only made him laugh.

“There you are, baby,” he murmured, dragging me toward a chair in the center of the aisle. “Playing hard to get again?”

He shoved me down onto it—cold wood biting into my skin—then loomed over me, fingers still twisted tight in my hair.

“You’re such a little bitch when you run,” he sneered, voice slick with venom. “Do you like making me chase you? Huh?”

I struggled, but his grip only tightened, wrenching my head back until my neck arched painfully.

“Look at you,” he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. “Pathetic little thing. Shaking like a leaf.”

He laughed again—low, broken—and the sound echoed through the empty library like a death bell.

The gun hung loosely in his other hand.

But he didn’t need it.

Not really.

Because the look in his eyes told me everything.

Min-Hwan didn’t need a weapon to hurt me.

He was the weapon.

I couldn’t move.

Not with his hand still fisted in my hair, not with my back pressed against the back of the chair, and especially not under that gaze—sharp, hungry, and too calm for someone who had just dragged me out of the dark like prey.

Min-Hwan tilted his head, studying me.

His free hand lifted the gun—not to aim, not to threaten. That would’ve been too obvious. Instead, he dragged the cold barrel across my collarbone, trailing it like a whisper down the center of my blouse.

I flinched.

He smiled.

“I’ve been wanting to see what you look like under this uniform,” he murmured, voice low and laced with something dangerous. The gun slid up again, brushing beneath my jaw before pausing at the bottom of my throat. 

His fingers replaced the steel. He let go of my hair only to stroke the side of my face, slow, deliberate. A mockery of gentleness that made my skin crawl.

I wanted to look away.

But I couldn’t.

Not when he touched me like he was memorizing the shape of my fear.

His thumb ghosted over my lips, tracing the outline softly, reverently.

“You’ve got such a pretty mouth when it’s not screaming,” he whispered. “Bet it’s good for all kinds of filthy things.”

The barrel tapped gently against my thigh.

Once.

Twice.

Not enough to hurt but just enough to remind me it was there.

Min-Hwan leaned in, and I could smell his cologne, the metallic tang of the gun, and something darker—hunger.

“You’re not going to run again, are you?” he said, voice mocking, almost playful.

He already knew the answer.

My legs weren’t moving.

My breath was shallow.

Despite the terror clawing up my spine, something inside me had stopped resisting.

His eyes flicked down, then back to my face.

“I want to see everything,” he murmured. “And I want to take my time doing it.”

Then he brought the barrel to my lips.

“Open,” he said softly.

Not harsh.

Just sure.

I hesitated. My eyes flicked up to his—and what I saw there wasn’t rage. It was lust.

Slowly, I parted my lips.

Min-Hwan’s breath hitched—just a little—as he guided the cold steel inside, resting it heavy on my tongue.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my cheek.

He didn’t push further. 

He just watched—his gaze dark and razor-sharp—as I sat there, mouth wrapped around his gun, pulse thundering in my throat, the whole library holding its breath with me.

His hand slid behind my neck, holding me still. “You look better like this,” he said. “Mouth full.”

He moved the barrel slowly, inch by inch, testing the limits of my mouth. Reading every tremble in my jaw, every flicker in my eyes.

This wasn’t about force.

It was about power.

Min-Hwan pulled the gun out with a slow, wet drag. A strand of saliva clung to the barrel before breaking.

“Messy little thing,” he murmured, tilting my chin up with it. “You like being used, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer.

His hand slipped down my neck, possessive and slow, trailing along the edge of my pristine collar.

He chuckled. “Still wearing this like it means something. Like you’re still the good little girl.” He leaned close, lips brushing my ear. “But I know what’s underneath all this.”

He started undoing the buttons.

One.

Then another.

Each pop exposing more skin, peeling me open like a secret.

“For someone so smart,” he murmured, dragging another button free, “you’re real fucking stupid to think you could hide from me.”

The shirt slipped from my shoulders, baring my chest to the cold air and his hotter gaze.

“You wanted this,” he said, voice rougher now. “To be talked down to. Stripped. Used. Touched like you’re nothing.”

His hand trailed lower.

“Look at you. You’re already falling apart. And I haven’t even told you to beg yet.”

I shivered.

Min-Hwan’s eyes lit with that same dark satisfaction. He drank in my fear like it was the finest thing he’d ever tasted.

“The way you tremble for me…” His voice turned into a low, filthy rasp. “It’s intoxicating.”

He tugged my head back by my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze.

The gun trailed mockingly down my neck.

“I could snap your pretty little neck right now,” he whispered, pressing the barrel harder. “But where’s the fun in that?”

His gaze roamed my body, lingering on the rise of my breasts beneath my bra.

“Perfect,” he sneered, cupping one roughly. “I’m going to mark every inch of you.”

Then his hand slid lower.

Under the skirt.

Slow.

Purposeful.

He found the damp lace.

“Oh, you’re soaked,” he murmured, rubbing slow circles. “You can’t even pretend you’re not desperate.”

Without warning, he shoved my panties aside and plunged two fingers inside me.

I cried out.

He didn’t stop.

He pumped them in deep, hard strokes, grinding his knuckles into me until my thighs trembled.

“Pathetic,” he hissed. “You act like you’re in control, but your pussy tells me the truth.”

His mouth curved into a cruel grin.

Then he yanked me up by the hair and threw me to my knees.

I stumbled, breathless, off the chair, and he took my place—sprawling into it like a king.

“Get those panties off,” he ordered, already unbuckling his belt. “Then get over here and ride this cock.”

His thick shaft sprang free—long, hard, already leaking. He stroked it lazily, eyes locked on mine.

“You want it, don’t you?” he said, voice low, cruel. “Want me to fuck the brat out of you.”

I slipped my panties off with trembling hands.

“Fucking whore,” he muttered. “You’ve been dying for this.”

I made my way between his spread thighs, feet dragging against the carpet. His cock throbbed against my palm as I lined him up.

The second I started to lower myself, Min-Hwan thrust up—hard.

I gasped as he filled me in one brutal motion.

“That’s it,” he snarled, gripping my hips. “Take it all like the cock-drunk little slut you are.”

He began moving me, bouncing me hard in his lap, each thrust a savage command.

Skin slapped against skin. The chair creaked beneath us. My body was his to use.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled. “This pussy was made to be used. Mine.”

I whimpered, the force of him tearing sounds from my throat I didn’t recognize.

His grip tightened as he drove up into me, faster, harder—his pleasure a storm he dragged me into.

“Take it,” he roared, head tipping back. “Show me what a fucking slut you are.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks.

Pleasure and pain crashed through me like waves, merciless and unrelenting.

And then—he slammed me down one final time, locking me in place.

With a guttural moan, he came—deep inside me, hot and endless, claiming every inch of me from the inside out.

“Take it,” he hissed. “Take all of it.”

I sobbed, still trembling around him, overwhelmed by heat, by fullness, by the terrifying intimacy of it all.

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Look at me,” he said. “Don’t look away.”

I met his eyes.

He kissed me.

Slow.

Gentle.

And that was what scared me the most.

Because in the quiet after, as I collapsed against him, I knew one awful, inevitable truth.

I would never escape Min-Hwan.

Not ever.

fin

© 2025 mymelllllinda

[teenytinyapprentice]

Layclaire week: Day 6 - Alone / Together

like there's no one else in the room

[orangehalfpeeled]

ZITS PJAMA PARTY !!!

omggg heyy i have been fighting for my life against art block recently but i persevere!!!!!! im winning and i hope it stays that way,, anywhoo i miss posting so im gonna try to do that more. until next time!!!👋👋😘

[t1oui]

barty and evan get married at 18 and you cannot tell me otherwise

[chebyshevptera]

to me all of the ninja are autistic but the only one who is diagnosed is cole because of lilly…. (this is also how lou found out he himself was autistic) . the others had to find out they were autistic bc cole offhandedly mentioned it and the others were like “wait really… i would have never guessed …” and it turns out cole , in contrast , assumed they were ALL diagnosed autistic

nya is like “huh?? u all thought we were autistic also??” and cole is like , “i don’t THINK you’re all autistic , i know you’re all autistic . i watched you pick every single onion out of the noodles we ate yesterday , kai was vocally stimming all throughout the train ride home , and jay explained the exact model that we were riding in and its origins until zane told him to shut up because noise was making him ‘warm and itchy’ .”