#🐯

[yotume]

[nerdlvr]

𖦹 .ᐣ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ cryptic crush

are you looking for something deeper than just superficial romance? of course you are! sm university presents : cryptic crush the only on campus app that is 100% anonymous. sign up now and we'll randomly pair you with someone ready to chat! who knows? they might be the one...

maybe you should've kept in mind that anyone looking to find love is allowed on the app even campus fuck boy mark lee

fuckboy!mark x fem!reader

genre : humor, neighbors/enemies to lovers, college au, fluff, slight slow burn, fluff, mark and reader are always at it bro (fighting not fucking LMAO),

warnings : sex jokes, death jokes, mean ass insults and comments, descriptions of sex and dirty acts, reader is a secret freak, lets see for how many chapters i can talk about sex for tbh...

notes : my 2nd smau! I wanna take my time with this one since there's not evil dad backstory lol... i apologize beforehand for the way these guys talk about women. feedback is always appreciated and don't forget to enjoy!

playlist : pony , ginuwine | s&m , rihanna | sex with me , rihanna | die for you , the weekend | the boy is mine , ariana grande | kiss me thru the phone , soulja boy | work out , j.cole | rodeo , lah pat | agora hills , doja cat | moonlight , kali uchis

status : completed !

profiles [1] | profiles [2]

intro

[1] pussy with emotion

[2] juliet o juliet

[3] jelena forever

[4] false alarm

[5] long dee

[6] zoo wee mama

[7] good boy

[8] nanami x reader

[9] GAGGED YOU

[10] constipation

[11] honesty and attention

[12] might like her sorta

[13] 10/10

[14] psych manipulation techniques

[15] burger king

[16] that's barbie bitch

[17] that sounds familiar…

[18] GET MARRIED?!

[19] haiiiiii >0<

[20] rizz

[21] bread and jam

[22] tap dancing

[23] she gotta be a lesbian

[24] brat

[25] the y/n way

[26] YOU SNOOZE YOU LOSE

[27] oh fuck no.

[28] gordon ramsay

[29] friendly bonding

[30] who tf is peter

[31] sweetie pie juliet

[32] skibbiddi toilet rizz

[33] he's molesting us

[34] @ilynanam1

[35] hairy balls

[36] are u my daddy?

[37] crack dry

[38] he's unemployed

[39] certified throat goat

[40] dream blunt rotation

END~

bonus :

[1] private but not secret

[2] ms. daisy

[3] finally on the priv

END~

[pomefioredove]

May I request a scenario/headcanons/whatever you want where Idia is dating the reader but nobody believes him? Like, he met the reader online and they've called eachother and whatnot but never met in person.

Anyway, some sort of event comes up (maybe the halloween one (love the halloween one)) and the third years are talking about who they know that's coming and when they ask Idia he says his partner.

How woulf they react to hearing that information and how bewildered would they be when Idia's s/o actually shows up to thr event?

Feel free to not do this one if you don't want to! Thank you for the opportunity to request in the first place, I genuinly love your writing!! <3 💗💞

-🐯

this is a really good prompt actually!!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not-so-long distance

type of post: headcanons characters: idia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

Idia already knows that e-dating is a new low

(even for him)

but it's not like he can flirt with people IRL!

besides, he knows you're the real deal

he's... kinda-sorta-maybe hacked into your computer and snooped...

but only once! he just had to make sure you weren't some creep

(then he was like, oh, I'm the creep...)

so, he's dating the Ramshackle prefect

so what?

you know it's him, he knows it's you, he's still working up the nerve to talk to you IRL...

...yeah

the trouble starts when Leona makes a comment during a housewarden meeting

Idia, a little overconfident, ripostes

...and it's all downhill from there

no matter what he says, no matter what he shows them, none of the other housewardens believe his relationship is real

(except for Kalim, but that's not saying a lot)

Idia knows he has to play his cards right, though

so he shuts up and lets it go

ironically, that argument is what gives him the confidence to finally ask you out for an IRL date

...where he knows everyone will see you together

worth it

the looks on their faces are priceless, to say the least

their reactions when it turns out that not only was he telling the truth about having a partner, his partner turns out to be none other than the lovable, popular Ramshackle prefect themselves...

it's a big of an ego trip for him

[mcondance]

i won’t even lie, i’d be the office 🐱 idc. reid, hotch, and morgan could take alllllll of that stress out on me idccccc

-🐯

MDNI; reader’s outfit is referred to as “distracting” | no morgan included cause i don’t wanna fuck him oops | reader can be fucked against a wall

hotch comes in fuming. locks eyes with you and all it takes is him yanking at his tie and a nod towards the room where it always happens.

or, spencer’s irritated and frustrated cause he can’t figure the case out. wracking his brain for any piece of knowledge that could help him. he’s tired and aggravated, and as he leans back in his chair, taking in the office, there you are. pants tight enough to distract even wonder boy, and shirt clinging to your gracious body.

hotch beckons you into a back room, somewhere far away from the blood and carnage that has driven him into your arms, in between your legs and inside you while you sit on a forgotten desk, spread for him to fuel his frustration into something. something good.

you cry and you whine and you sob, and it hurts but it feels just how you need it to, hotch gives it to you just how you like it. the sounds you give him are confused, don’t know whether they want to be sobs of pain or cries of pleasure and at this point, who gives a damn.

you use his first name, unusual and reserved, choking out “aa-” and just barely reaching the rest because he’s reached that spot inside you, and if he can’t solve the case, then he damn sure can make you feel good and make himself feel good too.

spencer’s an office fuck. he needs you on top of him, thighs wet and braced on either side of his legs, chair backed up against the wall so it doesn’t buckle under the force of you and spencer’s ruts and grinds and fucks.

you fuck the frustration out of him, have him choked up and slipping on his words like only you can. head thrown back with you speaking praises and promises in his ear, he’s grateful to have you around whenever he needs to blow off some steam. or, when he needs you to blow it off for him.

he’s cried, let his anger roll down his red face and drop down onto his button-up. other times, when he feels like everyone has everything together except him, he handles you differently.

still frustrated, he’s got you pinned against the wall before you can speak his name. he’s desperate and upset, and he fucks like it. ruts into you and screws you like he’s not the skinniest guy you’ve ever seen.

“stress relief” is what they call you. they’ve got too much love and admiration for you to call you anything else.

[abdocado]

Tiger zoro

[piercemybluesky]

the unfortunate current state of my mind rn (posting here bc ik some people would love to see this)

[ozymoron]

aggie(or magma whatever) doodle i love them so much

[libmalliu]

Lil billy

🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯

[justmarrik]

but he is

[ohheyitsjustbear]

Hey there, I'm AJ, you can call me Bear if you want. I'm 31 and a fox sub-leaning switch. Preferred pronouns are they/them or he/him. This blog is largely for fantasies and the content I post and reblog does not necessarily reflect real life desires.

I have a wishlist you can see here : Throne Gifts

And a Ko-fi page here : Ko-fi

Everyone of any and no gender is welcome here.

Add unnecessary comments to my posts I will block you if we're not mutuals, keep it in the tags.

Fully-informed and freely-given consent is essential. This blog is 18+ only, minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. Spam likers will be given soft blankets and forehead kisses but don't add unnecessary shit to my posts.

Anons are on so this is my consent to send me questions, thoughts, facts, fantasies, degrading and humiliating asks, maybe tasks, pet pics...

Blank/ageless blogs will be blocked on sight if you follow me.

Nonbinary. INFP-T. Chaotic Good.

Single, not really looking, and just here to have fun and make friends with both subs and Dom/ mes.

Anons that are taken: 🌹😸🕸🐯🔪🦄🍒🥐🦊🤭🐝🐼

Kinks I'm into in no particular order: somno, bondage, degradation, humiliation, praise, objectification, body writing, dumbification, light impact play, facesitting, freeuse, breathplay, gags, orgasm control, gentle femdom, light pet play (like a collar and leash = HOT) and some others I can't think of right now.

Kinks I'm not into: blackmail, scat, blood/injury, vomit, animals, ageplay, incest play, race play, needles, extreme pain, anal (receiving).

If it's not listed as something I'm not into... I might be...

[fairyniceyeah]

You made my dawn - Fever/Tiger 🐯

Titel from 1 to 13 (SEVENTEEN)

Previous story: Homesick/Sweetie

Summary: “Hi, Eunji-ssi. This is Laura”, the English teacher greeted her back and without more preamble continued. “Could you come by the classroom now, please?”

CW: /

Sickie: Hoshi/Soonyoung

Eunji had just sat down to finally write her monthly report about the trainees' progress when her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID - Laura Choi - and immediately got a bad feeling. It was the English teacher. She occasionally called when she wanted to remark on some of the kids’ progress or struggles. But never during class time. A glance at her clock Eunji saw that there was nearly an hour left until the lesson was supposed to be over.

If she called now it must be something urgent.

“This is Manager Eunji”, she greeted when she picked up the phone.

“Hi, Eunji-ssi. This is Laura”, the English teacher greeted her back and without more preamble continued. “Could you come by the classroom now, please?”

“Yes, of course. What’s going on?”, Eunji replied, already abandoning her coffee and placing her phone between her ear and shoulder so she could pack her bag.

Laura sighed. “It’s Soonyoungie. He isn’t feeling well and asked if you could take him home.”

Eunji nearly dropped the phone. 

Soonyoung, with all his sunshine and energy, always insisted on pushing through. Even when he had broken his pinky during dance practice he had hidden it until he couldn’t anymore. If he asked to go home, asked to get taken home, it must be bad.

“I’m on my way. What exactly is wrong?”

“He didn’t say much, just that he was tired and unwell. But he is definitely burning up.”

“Alright. Tell him I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Eunji rushed through the halls of the building, her heart pounding. She was really worried about the state that Soonyoung would be in when she arrived. He truly must be feeling wretched to actually want to go home and not power through with the “power of friendship and dedication” as he usually called it. 

Finally, after an elevator ride that seemed like an eternity, Eunji was in the classroom area of the PLEDIS building. She didn’t bother with knocking, just stormed into the room she knew her charges to be in.

In the front of the classroom Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Mingyu, Hansol and Chan were huddled together, working on some work sheets but more often than not glancing to the back of the room in worry.

There Soonyoung sat, slumped onto his desk, head resting on his crossed arms. Jihoon was sitting beside him, face pinched. Soonyoung’s own, as well as Jihoon’s jacket were piled on top of Soonyoung, his body wrecked with tremors. Laura was kneeling by Soonyoung’s side, a hand on his back and mumbling quietly to the sick trainee.

“Soonyoungie, look. Your noona is here to take you home”, she said gently when she spotted Eunji, standing up.

Slowly Soonyoung raised his head to look at her. The poor kid looked terrible - pale and flushed at the same time, shivering, and like he was about to cry. 

“Noona”, Soonyoung whispered and as soon as Eunji was close he threw himself at her, nearly falling from wobbly knees. The jackets slipped from his shoulders and fell to the floor. Eunji gently caught him against her and held him tightly.

“Hey, tiger”, she replied, lifting her hand to feel his neck, cheek and forehead. There was no doubt about it, Soonyoung was burning up badly. Despite that, his unusual behavior worried her. Where he always had endless energy and loved hugs, this was nearly desperate. Like a sick child needing their parents. “Let’s get you home.”

Soonyoung nodded and sniffed. 

“Here, noona”, Jihoon said and held out the abandoned jackets he had picked up on the floor. He looked really worried for his best friend. Eunji couldn’t blame him, Soonyoung was worrying her too.

She wrapped Soonyoung’s jacket around his shoulders again and helped him slip his arms into the sleeves. Soonyoung was too uncoordinated to do it himself. 

“Feel better soon, Soonyoungie”, Jihoon said and darted forward, wrapping Soonyoung in a short hug. He blushed a bit but seemed pleased that Soonyoung seemed to like it. 

Eunji ruffled Jihoon’s hair, causing him to scrunch up his face in discontent. “Don’t worry about him too much, Jihoonie.”

The manager wrapped her arm around Soonyoung and led him out the door, a chorus of “get better soon” following.

They were silent as they walked through the company halls. Eunji could feel how badly Soonyoung was shivering, even in his winter jacket in the warm hallway. 

“I’m sorry, noona. I didn’t want to pull you away from your duties”, Soonyoung mumbled at one point, “I just … I really … I really want to go home. I feel so awful.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, Soonie”, Eunji replied, squeezing his hand, “I am happy to help you. I want to make sure you are okay. You are allowed to be sick, you know? You all do so much and you are all so young, I get it.”

“I’m sixteen, noona”, Soonyoung protested half-heartedly.

“A baby”, Eunji teased but turned serious again, “it’s okay to rest when you aren’t well. I know you are all aiming to be machines but that’s not realistic. In fact, I am proud of you.”

“Proud?”, Soonyoung echoed, his voice full of confusion and wonder.

“You realized you weren’t feeling well and told somebody who could help you. You are taking care of yourself. That is a very important skill to have.”

Soonyoung didn’t reply, lost in thoughts. 

By the time they arrived at the dorm, Soonyoung had clearly deteriorated. He had napped in the car and now he was sluggish and drowsy, barely able to keep his eyes open as he leaned on Eunji to guide him to his room.

“Let’s change into something more comfortable, okay?”, Eunji suggested and sat him down on the edge of his bed. “Let’s put on your pajamas and then I’ll get the fever thermometer and after that some pills to get you feeling better.”

To her surprise Soonyoung’s eyes filled with tears. “Noona, I just want to sleep”, he whispered, “I don’t want to stay awake. I am so tired.”

“I know, I know”, Eunji soothed. “It’s just for a little bit longer, okay? Then you can sleep as long as you want.” 

Soonyoung sniffed and nodded reluctantly but made no move to change himself. Eunji pressed his pajamas into his hands but he didn’t move. He looked up at her. “I’m so cold. I don’t want to take my clothes off.”

“How about I help you, okay? We’ll be quick and then you can snuggle under your blankets as soon as we’re done”, Eunji suggested, crouching down in front of him.

Soonyoung slowly nodded and lifted his arms above his head. It was cute in a way, how he trusted her. Carefully, but quickly and efficiently, Eunji pulled his hoodie over his head, noting how he shivered as soon as bare skin hit the air. It truly wasn’t cold but Soonyoung’s body was truly out of whack. 

With a few struggles they got Soonyoung dressed in what Eunji soon recognized seemed to be an old shirt of Seungcheol and pants she thought belonged to Wonwoo. She wasn’t going to comment on it. But it was so Soonyoung. She just wondered if the other trainees knew or if they were searching for their clothes. At one point Seungcheol would have to realise that he had lost half his wardrobe to his dongsaengs.

“There we go”, she said, “snuggle up, tiger.”

She lifted the blanket and helped Soonyoung get settled, tucking the blanket tightly around him. Then she grabbed the plush tiger, TamTam, that Soonyoung had gotten from his halmeoni years ago, a well-loved thing with cute eyes and a few splayed edges and placed it into Soonyoung’s arms. Immediately he hugged it to his chest. 

“I’ll get the thermometer, some water and medication. Do you need anything else?”

Soonyoung shook his head.

Eunji did her best to return quickly, carrying her supplies and setting them on the bedside table. She sat down on the bed beside Soonyoung, brushing back his sweat-soaked hair from his hot forehead.

“I need to take your temperature, okay?”, she said, “mouth or armpit?”

Soonyoung’s lip trembled a bit. “I hate doing it by mouth.”

“So, armpit?”, Eunji asked for confirmation.

“I don’t want to. It’s gonna be cold”, Soonyoung mumbled, his body shivering as if on cue. 

“We’ll be quick, okay? You will soon be able to sleep and then you’ll feel warm.”

After a few seconds, Soonyoung nodded and wormed his way up from under the blanket, exposing only his right side, closest to Eunji and struggled to take the shirt off his arm. He didn’t get very far before Eunji had to rescue him. As she positioned the thermometer under his arm, she could feel how badly he was trembling. 

“I’m so tired, noona”, Soonyoung rasped as they waited. She hummed, stroking his cheek. 

It felt like an eternity until the thermometer beeped. “39.1°C”, Eunji read, her worry deepening. “No wonder you feel so awful.”

She helped him put his shirt back on correctly but stopped him as he tried to slip under his blanket again. “Take the fever reducers, tiger. Then you can sleep.”

Soonyoung shivered again, then his lip wobbled and tears spilled from his eyes.

“I just want to sleep, noona. Please let me sleep.”

Eunji felt terrible as he begged, his face flushed and wet with tears. She reached over and gently wiped the tears away with her sleeve. “It’s just a bit longer. Just the pills, tiger”, she whispered, feeling like she might cry herself. “Then you can sleep.”

“Noona”, he whimpered defeated.

“Come on, Soonyoungie”, Eunji said and lifted him into a sitting position, causing a sob to break out. Quickly she opened the water bottle and shook out two pills. “Just take them quickly. You’re gonna be okay.”

She steadied Sooynoung’s hand as he shakily grabbed the water bottle and took a sip, then guided his other hand with the pills to his mouth. He took one, swallowing heavily against the tears and then took the other. His hand sunk and Eunji quickly rescued the water bottle, placing it on the bedside table.

“You did so well, tiger”, she said, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I am so proud of you.”

“Can I sleep now?”, Soonyoung asked, clearly too exhausted to care much about the praise.

“Yes, sleep”, Eunji said and eased him back onto his pillow. “I’ve got you. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

“Stay?” Soonyoung was already half-asleep when he asked and before she could answer he had dropped off.

“Always, my little tiger”, she mumbled to herself and prepared herself for a long bedside vigil.

Next story: Jealousy

[yotume]

[nerdlvr]

you stared at your kitchen counter, sheets covered with song lyrics scattered all around you. each one sweeter than the next. mark had labeled the songs, each one with a date and the song title written on the top of the page.

03.15 no names, just us

he talked about how you both met, on that stupid site. how he knew from the start that it felt just right. he didn't need to see your face, the words you spoke making him feel like he found his place.

03.16. my juliet

he said he'd never read the book, hadn't even taken a look. but that day he asked hyuck for a copy. he finished it only in a couple hours, laying on his bed, wondering what the hell he just read. he hoped that his love story wouldn't reach that tragic end.

03.22. just lips

you blushed as you read the next song, a very detailed description of your first kiss. he talked about his roaming hands, feeling your ass, soft and plump, described how it made something other than his heart jump. how by the end of the night he was dying to see you, but all that you left him with was his balls blue.

04.07. ms. librarian

this one was about when he finally found out it was you. how he tried to deny that his neighbor was the one, but fate brought him to you, not just anyone. so he'd have to find his way into your heart, even if it meant he'd have to keep a secret that could pull you two apart.

04.12 soft sweet scent

this song was supposed to be about the first time you two hung out. but mark started to ramble about how you smelt, how it made him wonder how you felt. the rest you'll keep to yourself, but it's about the thoughts he had when he locked himself in your bathroom, lets just say he had a lot in mind of what he'd want to do to you.

.

the rest of the songs went on about the dates you both had, about the guilt he felt for keeping the secret, the jealousy he felt when he saw you with his friends. there were 64 songs in total, some short some long, but each one filled with nothing but pure love. the 64th was the shortest, but just as special.

05.18 come over

i can't believe it took me so long to realize what was right next door. the perfect girl for me, the one that always leaves me wanting more. just with one kiss you had me hooked, even before i knew how you looked. so come to me baby, i'm right next door waiting, be mine please, don't just stand there debating.

right as you finished you heard a knock on your door, you didn't even think twice before opening it, lyric sheets still in your hands. mark stood there fist up in the air, shocked at the speed at which you opened the door. a blush crept onto his cheeks as he chuckled awkwardly,

"oh, um, hi, hi i know in the, uh, song i told you to come over, but you were taking kinda long, so i just wanted to see if um, you were okay."

you smiled up at him, blushing like a school girl, a light giggle escaping your lips,

"you do know you wrote 64 songs right? i'm an english major but i don't read that fast."

he scratched the back of his neck,

"oh yeah, right, sorry, i like, i don't know dude, i haven't slept in days."

you raised a brow at him,

"dude? is that how you refer to your girlfriend?"

"oh no i'm sorry i just- wait what? my girlfriend? you'll be my girlfriend, really?"

he leaned down to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a hug, the paper in your hands crinkling as you squeezed him back,

"god, it's only been 2 days but i missed your smell, you just smell so-"

he inhaled deeply, as he leaned into your neck, placing light kisses there.

"mhmm, i know, i think i read about it in the 'soft sweet scent' song. something about wanting to know if i tasted just as swee-."

he moved his attention away from your neck, deciding to place a soft kiss on your lips instead,

"okayyy, that's enough. i will actually die if you read anything that i wrote out loud."

you giggled as the blush on his cheeks grew darker, clearly remembering the dirty words he spent all night writing. he cleared his throat, backing away from the hug,

"so, i kinda prepared something if you wanna go see, it's kinda corny but, i don't know, i don't know, i got it off pinterest."

you nodded quickly, excited to see what he planned, squeezing his hand tightly as he led you out of your apartment and into his.

.

as you walked into his apartment you felt your heart fluttered at the scene in front of you. the room was dark, only the light from the tv illuminating the room. his couch was adorned with soft blankets and pillows, snacks laid out on the coffee table.

"i know it's not much but, i got your favorite snacks, and- wait, look-"

he reached for a blanket on the couch, stretching it out in his arms, showing it to you, you laughed at the image on the blanket.

"wait- can you see? did i get it right? that's nanami right?"

"yes mark, you successfully bought a blanket with nanami's face on it."

he threw the blanket back on the couch, smiling proudly as he walked towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist. you brought your hands up to hold his face bringing him down for a quick kiss. he smiled wide as he pulled you towards the couch.

"guess what we're gonna watch. it starts with romeo and ends with-"

you stopped in your tracks,

"wait you don't expect me to sit on that couch right? the one you used to fuck all those girls on?"

he laughed nervously,

"uh, actually, how about you meet me in my room."

you gave him a thumbs up before making your way to his room, giggling as he gave your ass a light pat as you walked away.

"oh, and don't bring nanami! he touched the weird sex couch!"

mark let out a laugh as he watched you make a disgusted face at the piece of furniture. not like he was gonna bring him anyways, he was getting laid tonight, and he didn't need some old anime guy watching.

𖦹 .ᐣ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ cryptic crush — [39] certified throat goat

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notes : heyoooo, this is like the second to last update for this series (idk what second to last means but theres one more chapter hehe) then i will make some extras so lmk if theres something specific you want to see!!!

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[mcondance]

office pussy!reader asking hotch to come over and help build some new furniture only to get fucked on said new furniture ??

-🐯

MDNI 18+ not much expansion on my Thing abt him being a Man cause i have plans that i cannot share with you all at this time | reader is shorter than hotch

it’s not like it’s out of the question. you and hotch in a space together, you in a little pair of shorts and a little tee, him in his second uniform as you call it, a red polo and some cargos.

fucking isn’t out of the question when you’re alone with him. it doesn’t always happen. but there’s the times it does.

you’d asked him earlier if he could swing by after work to put a little vanity together, telling him that you could, but you know he’d get it done much faster.

his hands work diligently, eyes flitting between the pieces in his hand and the instructions on the floor.

and he looks. . god he looks good. he’s doing this for you, stationed on the ottoman at the end of your bed, focused, eyebrows furrowed, muscles tightening and loosening as he works. you bring him juice and snacks, flirting just a little as you feed them to him with a knowing little glint in your eyes.

he knows what you’re doing. but he’s as much of a worker as he is a player. he’s got to work now.

and as he places the finishing touches on the vanity and places it where you ask, he can play now.

play.

his hands find your waist between that little shirt and shorts, lips moving against yours like he’s hungry for you. he’s always hungry for you.

your arms are thrown over his shoulders and it’s limbo for a second, filthy kisses taken and given in the middle of your bedroom until he’s walking you back toward the vanity, leaning back against it and opening his legs so you can fit between them.

here, he cups your face in his big hands, devouring you. you grip at his shirt, pulling him to you until he’s walking you, and you’re placed against the vanity now.

clothes don’t mean a thing, his pants unbuttoned and your shorts simply pulled to the side.

the vanity shakes and bumps, banged into the wall by his lewd thrusts, pushes so good your legs clasp behind his back, arms throw over his shoulders and tense up, mouth falls open with cries and sobs. he’s fucking you in every sense of the word, driving into you so beautiful and sweet your body aches, all fuzzy around the edges.

he groans and hums, his chest vibrating against yours. strong arms hold you, make his moves that much better. cries and sobs spill out of your mouth, all you can give him with how he’s screwing you against the furniture he’s just built.

after, with his polo all wrinkled and your face sticky with tears, you tell him thank you, since you’d only gotten to tell him the vanity looks good before you jumped each other’s bones. he hums in you’re welcome, a knowing little laugh trailing behind.

[8-rae-rae-8]

Thinking of werewolf!Ghost again and like thinking of him and gaz playing while the two were regressing but he(ghost) somehow accidentally bites the other regressor which possibly infects Gaz with lycanthropy and he just feels bad and doesn't know what to do so he just goes to hide in his room since he doesn't know how to comfort Gaz as his dear friend slowly transforms -🐯

Ghost gives him everything he'd possibly need, before locking himself away. Literally and figuratively.

He couldn't watch knowing it was his fault, so he'd stay away while being incredibly firm with Price to help Gaz with literally anything he needs. Even though Simon had no business telling Price to do that, he did it anyway.

Regressing while in wolf form no longer is any kind of fun. He starts telling Johnny he can't stay in his room at all anymore, refuses to regress even in human form. He saw himself as a danger, so he'd protect like he knew how to. From a distance.

Ghost gives Gaz his special dog bed, which is huge and very comfortable. Even though Gaz doesn't need something as big at it is, Simon forces him to take it.

Bad dogs don't deserve comfort, sleep on the floor like the mutt you are, English.