#listen i love his teeth so much 🤧

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x plus-sized!fem!reader

Summary: When you overhear some of James's friends comment on your weight, James comforts you.

Genre: Fluff, hurt and comfort 🤧💗

Warnings: insecurities, bullying over someone's weight, reader's weight is heavily implied (obviously), crying, swearing, protective!James <3

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

You hear a snarl, "Did you see what she had for dinner?" Andy laughs loudly, "It isn't surprising she's fat, huh?"

Your heart sinks.

Benjamin hums in approval and adds, "I wonder what James even sees in her."

Their words echo around your head as you twist and turn your way around tables to find James again. He's laughing like a little boy when you see him, his smile so wide it's almost obnoxious as he rests his arm on top of your empty chair.

His cheeks look dusted pink from the wine he'd drank. He's so handsome, you think, and when you see the cake you had wanted earlier your cheeks become warm.

Quiet as a mouse, you slide into your chair and James turns to send you a grin. You send him a weak smile in return and then look down at the small plate in front of you. Raspberry Cheesecake. Your favorite. You look around. None of the other girlfriends have ordered any desserts.

You glance nervously at James again. He's chatting with his friends and he looks so happy. He's been so generous to you all evening, letting you pick anything on the menu because yes this was his teams' celebratory dinner, but as your boyfriend he wouldn't even think of letting you pay for yourself.

Guilt hits you hard. While his teammates girlfriends' had ordered lighter meals, you honestly didn't think much of it when you ordered a larger one. You didn't have the chance to have lunch, and those french fries sounded incredibly delicious.

You pick up your spoon and immediately, your lower lip trembles. Quickly, you sink your teeth into it and the pain soothes your sudden need to burst into embarrassed tears. When James's hand comes to your thigh, a gesture so mundane for him, you jump.

James turns his head and leans in closer to your ear, "What's wrong, darling?" he asks in a whisper, his thumb drawing circles on your skin. When you don't respond like you usually do by leaning in closer to him, he pulls away and looks at you seriously. His eyes bounce around all your features as if he's trying to understand if you're injured or upset.

"It's nothing," you mumble and look at your plate, "I'm just not hungry anymore."

James frowns. "Are you sure? I know this is your favorite," he winks with a teasing smile, recalling how happy you looked when you saw it on the menu.

You nod, freezing when you hear Andy and Benjamin walk back from the restroom. When they sit next to their girlfriends: their gorgeous, slim, girlfriends, you want to wither away as you suddenly feel like an elephant in the same maroon velvet dress you'd felt so pretty in earlier.

Immediately sensing your discomfort, James's smile disappears. He turns to his teammates and then glances at you as he takes your hand, squeezing it. "I'll get you a box, my love. And then I'll pay and we can go home, mmhm?" he says but you shake your head.

"No, you can finish your dinner, Jamie," you insist, your voice small. You don't want to ruin this for him.

James doesn't listen because soon, he's helping you out of your chair, your cheesecake in a box in his hand, as he says his goodbyes to his friends. You feel Andy and Benjamin staring as you leave and, on instinct, you let James walk further in front of you so you don't embarrass him.

However, James's arm links around your waist and moves you in closer to him the moment the fresh evening air hits your skin. You bump into his chest and feel the familiar warmth of his lips press against your temple as he inhales your scent.

"I love you," he says.

You don't answer, instead curling your arms around your stomach protectively. James drops his hand and asks, "Hey, are you cold, lovely?"

You stay quiet again, opting to chew on the inside of your cheek.

James takes your elbow and spins you around so you're facing him. You can't look him in the eyes as your arms hug around you. James gently moves you so you're boxed into the building and his arm as he bends his head to you a little.

"Hey, what's wrong? What happened? Talk to me," he holds your chin in his hand and makes you look at him. When he sees how glossy your eyes are, his heart breaks. "Oh, love," his voice is smooth and you can hear the sadness in his words.

At this, you can't help the tears that rapidly cascade down your cheeks. You try wiping them with your palm so he won't see them but it's no use because James has already taken you into his arms and you're practically sobbing into his chest now. You feel him inhale sharply as his hand strokes the back of your head, his fingers intertwining into your hair. He's cooing small, confused, praises into your ear as he holds you.

You can hear in his voice that he doesn't understand, "Baby, please, what happened?" he asks again and his heart shatters even more when he hears your hiccuped cry.

You shake your head into his chest.

I wonder what James even sees in her.

Benjamin's words won't leave your mind and the tears continue to fall.

"Is it something I did? Because if it is, I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry I'm making you cry."

You pull away hearing this, shaking your head more frantically as snot runs down your nose. "No James, it's not y-you." You whimper and James uses his free hand to thumb at the tears near your eyes.

"Then what happened?" he asks again.

You look away, suddenly embarrassed, "I- am I- I too fat for you?"

The question is immediately followed by a deafening silence as James's hand slides from your cheeks. You can see his eyes bounce around your face, searching for any sign that you're making a joke. He can't imagine you actually mean what you've just asked him.

"Y/n, why would you ask me that?!" James manages to ask. He sounds upset.

Your lip trembles and the tears resume, "Some of your friends," You start and James's eyes narrow, "I - I heard them make some comments about what I had for dinner and h-how you deserve someone prettier, slimmer and — "

"Who said that?" James interrupts you, his voice stern.

"I mean, they didn't say it in those exact words."

"Who was it, Y/n?" James repeats. He couldn't give any fucks what exactly his friend had said, all he needed to know was that whatever those assholes had said it made you cry, no sob, into his chest.

"It doesn't matter," you sniff, looking away from your boyfriend, "They're right. You deserve someone better than me, someone prettier. You're way out of my league. I have always known that," you force out a heartbroken laugh.

James's voice breaks. "How can you say that?"

He holds your cheek in his hand. Your cheeks warm up as your eyes widen, surprised by the passion and emotion in his movements as James plants a sloppy kiss on your forehead.

He sprinkles kisses all across your face. "Fuck, I love you. I don't want anyone else," His hand slides under your chin and tilts your head up just slightly so he can make sure you're looking at him again. "I'm the one who doesn't deserve to call someone as beautiful and kind as you, mine." He kisses your lips delicately.

You clutch at James's arm, voice shaky when you ask, "So you don't think I'm too fat,"

James shakes his head instantly and presses his forehead against yours, "Oh baby, no. You aren't. There is no such thing when love is involved. I love you like this and I'll love you whatever you decide to look like in the future."

You let him hold you, nuzzling into him as finally your tears start to calm. James's body is warm and it sends goosebumps up your skin. "I love you," you whisper, wanting to hear him say it too.

James doesn't hesitate, "I love you. I absolutely adore you," his lips find your cheek and he kisses you again. He pulls away and looks into your eyes. "Please don't cry like this again, you don't know how much it breaks my heart," his hand comes to push some hair away from your eyes. "Now, can you tell me who put those stupid ideas in your head so I know who I have to beat up?"

You can tell he's only half joking and you chuckle. "I promise it doesn't matter."

"Matters to me," He grumbles but doesn't push you to answer. He turns you around and pulls you in closer by your waist as he continues to walk you home.

Once you arrive at your apartment, you convince James to stay the night – or rather you ask since it didn't take much convincing at all.

As you sit on the couch, waiting for him to come so you can start your movie, James walks into the room with your cheesecake and a spoon. You look up, a small smile curling your lips.

"I said I wasn't hungry," you move over and let him sit next to you.

"Oh shush," James rolls his eyes and hands you the plate. He knows you too well for that excuse. You take the plate into your lap and then reach for the spoon.

James makes a tsk noise and holds it away from you. You pout. "Nuhuh, in this relationship we share," he says, grinning, and lowers his hand in front of you. With a click of metal, just like a magician, he reveals another spoon behind yours and you smirk.

"Prick," you mutter and snatch one of the spoons from him. Despite your insult, you adjust your position so James can easily access the cheesecake.

You turn away from him and take a mouthful as you exaggerate a moan and James scoots closer. He does the same and he also grins.

"Delicious," he says and looks at you. With his spoon, he gently taps your nose. "You have some here, love," he teases as if he isn't the one who just smudged cheesecake all over you.

You lean in and playfully rub your nose over his shirt, which earns a groan as James tries to push you away. "Hey! I like this shirt," he whines.

"You can wash it tomorrow, don't be a baby," you tease him. With a smirk, James takes the plate from you and moves it further from your reach. You frown. "And don't take the cheesecake hostage because you're angry with me."

You reach over to take another spoonful of the dessert, however James intercepts your actions as he swoops under your arm and kisses you.

You laugh into his mouth and feel James grin against your lips. He pulls away and he sounds more serious when he smiles and says, "Next time I want to celebrate just us, mm? Just like this," he kisses you again.

You smile. "That I can do. Now hand over the cheesecake now, or I swear I'll – " James interrupts you with yet another kiss, which earns him one of those giggles he loves so much.

[revelboo]

YOU 🫵 WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE 😤

Getting me back in my transformers phase with all your amazing writing! How dare you! Now I have to go learn how to draw damn robots 🤧

In all seriousness, tho I'm so glad to find other people who love transformers as much as I do, even if it's all online 🥲

I regret nothing! And the Transformers community here is pretty chill. 18+ Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

Everything Is Alright Pt 90

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Irritated, Starscream slides an arm around you. Between you and Soundwave to pull you to him and away from the communications officer. Optics lifting to meet the other Decepticon’s stare over the top of your head as he drags you into his lap. Knows exactly what Soundwave is up to, trying to ingratiate himself with you. To get back in your good graces after betraying you. And also knows your soft heart will forgive him. Allowing him to hurt you again later. That’s not going to happen, even if he has to protect you from yourself.

• Relaxing slowly as Starscream bands an arm around you, the other hand cupping the back of your head, you hide your face against the warm mesh of his neck. Maybe they’ll allow you to go home. Get some things and your phone. You don’t have to give your family details, only that you’re okay. You met someone. Fell in love. With Star and Soundwave. It’s still so surreal when you think about it, your mind shying away from that word. Love. You’d blurted it out in front of Megatron and it’s lingered there, weighing you down with the knowledge that you’ve not actually told either of them. Star had felt it you’re almost positive when you’d touched his spark again. So tangled in each other there could be no secrets. But that’s not exactly the same as saying it. And saying it to both of them still feels uncomfortably like betraying one or the other of them. That you shouldn’t love them both, that something’s broken in you for feeling that way. For warning them both equally.

• Petty as a sparkling refusing to share a favorite toy, seeing him as a threat. Knows that the Seeker will try his best to convince you that he’s all you need. Maybe even that Soundwave is a danger to you. Venting softly and refusing to back down, he slips his hands between you and Star and slides them down to your hips. Sees the Seeker freeze, wings trembling with fury. Pointedly glaring right back as his servos wander down over your lower belly until you make a soft, hitching sound and squirm against the Seeker.

• Warm hands slide against you, servos sliding under the hem of your loose pants. And all thoughts of confessing your feelings scatter as Soundwave cups you. Aware of the decidedly unhappy sound Starscream is making as you shift in his lap, almost growling as you catch at his chassis and lift up onto your knees. Feel Soundwave follow you, his hips bumping against your butt as he strokes a servo against you and then slides it inside you. His mouth against the back of your shoulder as your own mouth opens against Star’s chin, teeth grazing him as you’re trapped between them. Trapped in the haze of heat and need as your body responds to the stroking of those servos.

• Denta bared as you make a soft needy sound that goes right through him and your mouth brushes the corner of his, frustration and annoyance twist into need. Knows this is a calculated move, Soundwave trying to distract him from his goals with you. Growling when the communications officer pushes against you and he’s forced back onto his elbows in turn, your little palms on his chassis. Shifting yourself against him to seek his mouth and he tangles his servos in your hair, giving you what you want, aware of the sound of cloth tearing and you crying out against him as Soundwave grips your hips and slowly buries his spike inside you. Moving inside you while you’re on top of him.

• On his knees behind you, he rocks himself against you. Listening to your needy sounds as the Seeker lazily explores your mouth. And it occurs to him that even though Star doesn’t like sharing, he does enjoy watching you being fragged even though he’ll never admit it. Losing himself to the feel of you wrapped so tight around his spike, your mind whispering warm through his, it’s strange to realize that he doesn’t hate this. Doesn’t like the treacherous Seeker by any means, but can’t truly hate him, because if not for him Soundwave wouldn’t have this. Wouldn’t have you. And he’s not going to let the Seeker take that away even if he has to take a page from Starscream’s own book to protect this feeling and bond you without asking. To take.

• Too much. Body winding up as Soundwave lazily thrusts against you, spike stroking deep with wet sounds and Star’s mouth moves hungrily against yours. Star’s hands. Soundwave’s hands. Soundwave’s mouth on the curve of your shoulder where it meets your neck. Can feel him in your head again, warm as he wraps himself around you. Overwhelmed by both of them and loving it. “Let go,” Soundwave growls, thrusting a little harder as Starscream’s glossa steals inside to tangle with your tongue and you come apart. Star swallowing your cry as Soundwave buries himself deep, feeling him release inside you. Loving them both. Needing them both.

�� They’re all degenerate deviants. An army of them. Passing by Vortex and Skywarp returning from patrol, both of them had scented of humans. Different humans. It’s an epidemic of xenophilia and he can’t understand it. Can’t figure out the fascination with the little organics. One or two Decepticons, okay. Curiosity. Some mechs will frag anything their spike can fit inside. Primus, knows he’s overheard Hook ranting about removing objects after a certain body part gets stuck inside them. But this?

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[justwritedreams]

Uncle Marcus | Mark Lee

Domestic!Mark x Reader Genre: pure fluff Word count: 751 Warnings: mention of wisdom tooth removal Note: This is all for myself while I recover, would I like Mark to be my nephew's uncle? Yes definitely🤧

⪢ NCT Masterlist

Y/N heard her nephew's voice sing through the house, humming her name and she just smiled lightly, as much as she could at that moment and adjusted herself better in bed knowing that the two and a half year old baby would come running at any moment. “Uncle Marcus arrived!” the little boy announced at the door of his aunt's room and she held back her laughter with her hand over her mouth, already imagining her boyfriend's face. A few seconds passed before she saw her boyfriend's familiar face pass through the doorway in a kind of shock and disappointment upon hearing the wrong name, he was holding the small hand of Y/N's nephew who was bringing him to her room. "Hey love." Mark approached the bed and gave Y/N a quick kiss on the forehead. "How are you?" “Swollen.” she pointed to her left cheek and saw Mark laugh lightly as he looked at her. Her face was actually slightly more swollen compared to the other side but that was expected, considering that removing the tooth would do just that. “Any pain?” he asked worriedly and she shook her head. “I just feel sleepy.” she replied, lying down on the bed again. She still felt the anesthesia in her mouth, it had only been two hours since she had her wisdom teeth removed so the effects were still there. “Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” he assured and approached to give her a light peck, both Y/N and her nephew laughed. The nephew for finding the scene amusing and Y/N for feeling just one side of Mark's mouth press against hers. "What?" He laughed awkwardly. “I don’t feel anything on that side.” She explained, pointing to her own mouth and he laughed along. “Rest, okay?” he asked and she nodded. “Your nephew and I have a lot to play with.” Y/N admired her boyfriend holding her nephew in his arms, the little boy loved Mark and tired the boy until he himself fell asleep but it was a great battle because Y/N's nephew always fell asleep first. She just watched the two leave the room as her eyes grew heavier and heavier and she gave in to sleep.

[…]

Y/N started to wake up to the sound of the guitar chords, it was familiar, Mark tried to teach her nephew to play the guitar from an early age and the little one always had fun with the instrument, more hitting his own hand than playing the strings but he liked the songs and Mark singing for him. Just like Y/N, who didn't move to avoid attracting attention, she just watched her boyfriend and nephew sitting on the floor in their own little world. She enjoyed watching the interaction between the two, the two favorite people in her life adored each other and she couldn't feel happier. “Listen, grandpa and grandma are here.” Mark announced to the little one that clapped his hands and got up quickly, with the help of the older one and ran out of the room, Mark followed him a little late and came back a while later. “I didn’t see you woke up.” he said to his girlfriend as soon as he saw her eyes open, he sat next to her on the bed and took his hand to caress her back. “He adores you, you know?” Mark smiled widely, he also liked him as if he were his own nephew. And in fact he felt like it was. “He just needs to learn to say my name correctly, right.” Y/N laughed at Mark's disappointed expression. “One day I’m Marcus, the next Maku, he’s even said Mork.” “Will you believe me if I tell you that when you’re not here he says your name right?” Mark looked at her in disbelief. “I feel defeated.” He threw himself on the bed next to Y/N who stroked his hair lightly as he made himself better on the bed. “You’re his favorite uncle.” Y/N remembered and he nodded. “And he’s my favorite nephew.” Y/N laughed. “Because he’s the only one.” They both laughed and Mark turned to face her. “Thank you for coming today.” He moved closer to kiss the tip of her nose. “I said I would come and take care of you. Your parents have a child to look after and so do I.” Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Okay, Uncle Marcus.”

[berryhobii]

Dessert(jhs x reader)

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x black!female!reader

Warnings: established relationship, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), exhibitionism, s*x toys(bullet vibe), bathroom s*x, unprotected s*x, oral(f receiving), panty stuffing in mouth, doggyst*le, creamp*e, pet names(kitten), a little aftercare

A/N: Hi friends! I’m back with a little sum sum for all my Hobi stans. I’ve been listening to Hope World lately and it really made me realize how much I miss Hobi🤧🤧I didn’t really explicitly describe reader in this besides them having braids so feel free to imagine anything you want! Hope you enjoy! Criticism is greatly appreciated🩵🩵🩵

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“You okay, kitten?” His saccharine voice pondered from the other side of the table.

You squinted your eyes, eyebrows furrowing at that dumb ass question.

“I’m fantastic, sunshine.” You gritted through your teeth, hand curling into a fist on the tabletop. You were gripping your glass at first but you were scared you’d break it from how hard you were holding it.

Hoseok shot you that beaming smile, the same one that warmed your heart and made you fall a little deeper in love with him.

But now you just wanted to slap it off.

“Are you sure? You seem tense.”

Cheeky bastard.

You crossed your legs, immediately regretting it since that made the vibrator press harder against your clit. You sucked in a breath, biting down hard on your lip to keep yourself from moaning.

How did you even get here?

Oh yeah, you promised Hoseok you’d do whatever he wanted if he went to that haunted house with you. Honestly, you thought he forgot about that since Halloween already passed but then he brought it up today. You thought he was just going to have you do something stupid or simple; like doing his laundry or prank calling someone.

Really, you didn’t expect this from your sweet boyfriend but a promise was a promise and you didn’t break those.

Damn your morals.

Hoseok had brought both of you out for a nice lunch at your favorite restaurant. So far, you almost moaned when giving the hostess your name, almost moaned again while giving the waiter your drink request, and now you were dangerously close to cumming. And oh no…..

Was that the waiter coming back to take your order?!

Hoseok could see how you attempted to straighten yourself up, a diabolical grin spreading across his face. This would be fun.

“Are you two ready to order?” The waiter asked once he got to your table, taking out his little notepad and a pen.

Your brown eyes pleaded at Hoseok to go first. If you spoke now, you’d definitely moan.

Gratefully, he wasn’t heartless so Hoseok ordered first. “I’ll take your seared salmon with potatoes and brussel sprouts. And a glass of red wine.” The waiter nodded and jotted that down before turning to you.

“And for you, miss?”

You cleared your dry throat. The vibrations weren’t that strong. You could do it!

“I’ll have the a-ahhhh….” You moaned as the vibrators grew even stronger, pleasuring pulsing down your legs all the way to your toes.

Your eyes cut to Hoseok who was innocently smiling. Motherfu—

He had a hand under the table, his thumb moving around the little bar on his phone that controlled the toy. He moved it up, bemused by how your eyes almost crossed. He felt your feet kick at him under the table, your legs always went crazy whenever you were in the throes of pleasure. He loved holding you down and watching you fight against him, it filled him with a wild thrill.

The waiter seemed honestly concerned. “Are you okay?”

Your smile was strained, palms starting to sweat. You were so fucking close but you couldn’t cum. Both you and Hoseok knew you were loud. You were surprised you were staying this quiet and put together. Public shenanigans weren’t really your thing but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t exhilarating.

You choked on another moan when Hoseok turned the vibe all the way up. You moved your braids to cover your face, turning your head away and covering your mouth with the back of your hand to stifle your noises. Foot tapping rapidly against the ground and eyes clenching shut, you tried your best to push down your impending orgasm. Your clit throbbed with need and your belly turned from both nerves and desire.

You were about to lose it.

“Probably a Charlie horse. She gets them sometimes.” Hoseok interjected before the waiter could take a closer look at you.

The waiter took that excuse. “Your order, miss?”

Deciding to take pity on you, Hosoek turned it down a little. You let out a breath, forcing out a “I’ll take the same.” That seemed like the easiest route right now and to be honest, you weren’t really listening to Hoseok’s order so hopefully it was something good.

The waiter nodded and gathered your menus. “I’ll be back with that soon.”

Once the waiter was out of earshot, you let out a moan in your palm.

Hoseok could pick up on all your little tells—you were about to cum.

“About to cum, kitten?”

You clenched your eyes shut, unspilled tears ready to overflow. Frantically nodding your head, you hoped he’d turn it down.

No chance.

Leaning over the table, he murmured, “go to the bathroom.”

There was no way you could walk there like this!

Hoseok must have known that because the vibrator suddenly shut off. You gasped, actually a little flustered at your orgasm fading away but relieved that he wouldn’t make you walk through a slightly busy restaurant like this.

Taking a few deep breaths, you nodded and stood to your feet, wobbling slightly but keeping yourself upright with a hand on the table. You adjusted your skirt, casting your boyfriend a look.

“You better not turn this thing on.”

Reading your expression loud and clear, he shot you a smile.

“Go ahead.”

Huffing, you sped walked over to the corner of the restaurant where the bathrooms were. Your panties stuck uncomfortably to you and the vibrator rubbed against your clit with every step.

Angels must have been smiling down on you because the bathroom was for a single person.

You softly closed the door, turning the lock before leaning against it. Letting out another breath, you moved to pull your skirt up over your hips before slipping your fingers into either side of your panties and pulling them down.

You glared at the little bullet vibrator nestled in the pocket of the garment. How could such a tiny thing cause you to almost lose your mind?

Speaking of things that made you lose your mind…

4 knocks hit the door behind you and you immediately knew it was Hoseok. Shuffling to turn around, you unlocked the door and opened it.

Hoseok grunted as your hand flew out to grip the front of his shirt, yanking him into the bathroom. The door closed and the lock clicked and before he knew it, he was pressed against the wood, lips on his.

He smiled against the kiss, hands moving down to grip at your ass. Spreading one of your cheeks, his other hand rubbed at your slit, groaning at how wet and sticky you were.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet. Did this really get you that excited?”

You huffed. “Stop talking and fuck me already.”

Never one to disappoint, Hoseok sprang into action. In a blur, you were moved and pushed back into the sink. Hoseok lifted you up on the sink, wrestling your panties off your legs. He paused for a brief second, a thought popping into his head.

You were about to complain when your panties were suddenly shoved into your mouth. You made a noise of surprise around them, eyes widening at your boyfriend who was still smiling.

“Just to keep you quiet. We don’t want anyone hearing you.” He leaned closer, eyes darkening and octave dropping. “Unless you want them to. Dirty girl.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing, a shudder of lust going up your back. You’ve never felt so turned on before. Your boyfriend had taken a sharp turn and god damn, if you didn’t love it.

You whined around the gag to which Hoseok smirked, pressing a kiss to the apple of your cheek.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want.”

Crouching down, Hoseok pushed your legs up by the backs of your knees to display your dripping cunt, lips latching onto your clit. Your moan was muffled, hands gripping the sink under you.

Hoseok hummed against your clit, the vibrations sending shocks all across your body. You knocked your head back against the mirror, eyes clenching shut as Hoseok slurped at your clit.

He flattened his tongue, bobbing his head up and down in fast movements against your throbbing nub. You kicked your legs out, the heels of your shoes hitting his shoulders. He slid his hands up to your calves, holding your legs in a V position.

You almost fell into the bowl of the sink from how your hips jerked. You were already so close again, all that teasing earlier paired with the thrill of getting caught was pushing you to the brink faster than you thought. Saliva soaked the panties in your mouth, almost as much as your arousal did previously.

Hoseok could feel your calves shaking in his hold, heard how your breath picked up and how you tried to hump against his face.

Wrapping his lips around your clit, he hollowed his cheeks, sucking the nub harshly.

You screamed against the gag as your orgasm crashed into you, your toes curling in your shoes and whole body shuddering in pleasure.

Hoseok delivered little kitten licks to your clit, guiding you through your orgasm until you were shaking and curling away from him.

He stood to his feet, hands fumbling with his belt to pull his pants down to his ankles. His hard cock sprang out, the tip wet with precum and those delicious veins pulsing. You wanted it down your throat.

Hoseok noticed your hungry stare, wrapping a hand around himself to pump his cock a few times. You moaned at watching the action, not so secretly loving when he did that.

He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your folds, slapping it against your sensitive clit. “Want it, baby?” He teased.

You frantically nodded, eyes pleading for him to fuck you. You reached out to wrap your arms around his shoulders, silently asking him to pick you up. He obliged, gripping your thighs and hauling you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

He lifted you a little bit higher to be able to grab his cock, lining himself up with your entrance. You took it upon yourself to slide down his cock, groaning as he split you open.

He threw his head back as your slippery walls wrapped around him, the rings on his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs, the slight burn only turning you on more.

He didn’t even have a chance to get himself together before you started bouncing up and down on his cock. He grunted out a strained moan.

“Fuck. That desperate, huh?” Taking control, he started moving his hips, meeting your bounces with his own thrusts. The head of his cock brushed past your sweet spot, that pressure building quickly in your belly again. Hoseok moaned as your walls sucked him back in every time he pulled out. “Bout to cum already? I love this greedy cunt. Always so wet and ready for me.” His teeth bit into your shoulder.

Your pussy gushed around him, your arousal dripping down his balls and causing a wet slap to sound off. Anyone walking past would definitely know what was happening behind these doors.

Hoseok could feel his own orgasm approaching. This little experiment had turned him on more than he thought it would. Seeing you so vulnerable, having your pleasure in the palm of his hand. Fuck, he wished he would have thought of this earlier.

He’d brave a thousand haunted houses if he could do this again.

“Fuck.” He cursed, unwrapping your legs from his waist and turning you around. You made a noise of surprise that shifted into a moan as his cock penetrated you again. You bent over, spreading your legs and arching your back. “I’m gonna cum. You want it? Want my cum deep in this tight cunt?”

Your hand slammed against the mirror, throwing your ass back against him, orgasm building higher and higher. You snaked your other hand between your legs, pressing two fingers to your clit to rub it in quick circles.

You moaned his name, muffled by your gag but he could understand it. Sweat dripped down the back of his neck, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Cum on my cock. Cum all over it.” He groaned, pushing his hips into you one, two, three more times before his cock throbbed and his cum spilled into your clenching walls.

You screamed as your second orgasm hit, sending waves of ecstasy all the way down to your toes. Your legs shook, almost buckling but his grip on you kept you from falling.

Moments passed as you two caught your breaths.

You pulled your panties out of your mouth, your tongue feeling dry and heavy.

Hoseok slowly pulled out of you, his cum dripping out of your spasming hole and making a little puddle on the floor. He felt his cock jump again but any longer in this bathroom and people would really start getting suspicious.

Hoseok tucked himself back into his pants. “Are you okay?” He asked as he went to grab some paper towels to wipe you down.

You nodded. “That was intense. I came so hard.”

“I felt it. You gripped me tighter than usual. I didn’t think you would like this. I was a little nervous honestly.” He admitted.

You adjusted your skirt, checking yourself in the mirror to make sure you didn’t look too fucked out. Obviously you did but hopefully no one would notice.

Turning around to face your boyfriend, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders again to pull him close. Pressing a loud smooch to his lips, you flashed him a bright smile.

“Let’s just hope we finished before the food got to the table.”

You walked out first. Luckily, no one acknowledged you, everyone still absorbed in their meals and conversation.

Once you got back to the table, you sat down, noticing the food and wine were already there. You sipped on your water, sighing as the refreshing drink wet your dry throat.

Hoseok came to sit down a few seconds later. “I’m starving.”

“I didn’t even hear your order but it looks good.”

You both picked up your forks, digging into the food before you.

Your eyes slowly lifted to meet Hoseok’s before laughter erupted between you two.

“It’s cold.” You giggled.

“Should we just get it to go?”

“Sounds good.”

Hoseok spotted the waiter, motioning for him to come over.

“Can we get the check and some—“ He cut himself off at the feeling of your foot running up the inside of his leg. The table was small enough so that your foot could reach his inner thigh, right where his cock rested in his pants.

He glanced over at you, a teasing grin on your face.

Oh you were gonna get it when you got home.

“Can we at least get dessert?” You fluttered your eyelashes. While that sounded innocent enough, he knew better.

“Of course. Can we get that to go too? I have to go home and feed my kitty.”

[ssahotchnerr]

hello sweet katie!! i hope ur well <3 not so much a request but more thoughts that are domestic specific :’)

thinking about sharing a bedroom with aaron & the intimacy of morning/bedtime routines :’) making the bed together in the morning, banter about who can use the shower/bathroom first, making coffee for one another, undressing/dressing together, laughing at each other in the mirror when your mouths are covered in toothpaste 💙💙

or the silent & gentle undressing of one another if it’s been a long day, running the shower/bath for the other, casual touches on the arm or waist to move one another to the side to reach a bathroom cabinet or something in a dresser drawer, pulling back the sheets/blanket to sleep together 🥰

also thinking about aaron knowing how you like your laundry folded, learning to cook your favorite meals because it makes you happy, bringing you not one but two bouquets of flowers so you can keep one in the house & one at work (if work allows :’)), sneaking extra snacks in the shopping cart at the grocery store to see if you’ll notice, picnics in the park with you & Jack during the warmer weather, kissing you in car just because 🦋🦋

idk just full of domestic feels & im sad that we didn’t get to see more of that side of him 🤧 if i think of anything more, i’ll share <3

au revoir for now, mon amie 😚

-🧡

everything you just said 😭 perfection.

the intimacy of waking up in the morning 🥹 it's a daily occurrence that aaron makes fun of you for hogging the blanket while the two of you are making the bed - it's always bunched up on your side. or every so often, you manage to take possession of aaron's pillow in the middle of the night. so when the two of you wake up, he's always so confused on how you managed to do that ??? like how do you possibly steal the pillow from underneath his head while sleeping 😭 and as the two of you are brushing your teeth, you both discuss your plans for the day <333 you have an appointment to go to, aaron has to attend a meeting that he's absolutely dreading, jack has a doctor's appointment, etc.. and if anyone else was listening, they wouldn't be able to comprehend any of it - the two of you are basically incoherent due to mouths filled with toothpaste/talking while brushing teeth, but since it's habit, and because both of you know each other like the back of your hand, you can understand each other perfectly 😭 AND whoever get's ready first gets to wake up jack, so the two of you are racing each other to do so hehe <3333 just 😭 you finishing first, then booking it out of your bedroom with aaron is trying to stop you by grabbing your waist from behind, both giggling like absolute idiots down the hall to jack's room 🥰 (i now have the desperate need to turn this into a whole fic omg omg)

aaron is a sucker for physical touch i'll say it forever 😭 he loves having a hand on you at all times - lingering touches, hand on your back as he passes, hand on your thigh during meals or in the car, or simply your hand in his. and he always finds a way to touch you, no matter where the two of you are <333 never needs a reason to kiss you, he'll plant one of you out of nowhere. hehe and every time he does any of that, you turn into a blushing mess, so that's only another reason for him to do so 🥹 and likewise, he loves showering/taking baths with you. just being close in all ways, shapes and forms >>>> and since work can call him away at any time :( he'll take advantage of all the time he gets with you, and throughout cases, he's looking forward to coming home to you and being attached to your hip once again <3

omg he's so mindful of your preferences it's insane. he picks up on things you don't even mention. the laundry example 😭 not only does he know your preferred way of folding, he knows exactly how you like it to be put away - what goes in what drawers, what gets put into drawers versus the closet, he even knows how you organize your shoes. when you opened a drawer after he put away laundry, very soon after you first moved in, you were absolutely astounded at what you found - socks tucked together next to your underwear, sleep shirts folded on the right side. specifically the right. and UGH your heart just about burst out of your chest because he just silently noticed that's how you like it, and so he'll make an effort - that's how it'll be <333

as for flowers 🤭😭 the two bouquets 😭 hehe your coworkers are always gushing how you have the most perfect man whenever there's fresh flowers on your desk, and how jealous they are their partners never think to do the same 😭 and sometimes those new flowers just randomly appear on your desk AHHH you immediately whip out your phone to text aaron - "flowers again?🥺" because no matter how many times you receive them, they'll always surprise you. and like the drunk in love idiot aaron is he always replies with something cheesy 🙄🥰 like 'anything for my flower. so glad you love them' 😭😭😭

thank you so much for sharing and please continue to do so!!!!!!!!!!! UGH the cm writers completely robbed us of domestic aaron it makes me so :( >:(

[agapintheskin]

[doctorgerth]

Hello doc!

I have a thought that I don't think is enough to build a scenario off of, but I wanted to share with someone because I can't get it out of my head. Imagine sitting by the fireside with Law, between his legs, and he opens his kimono to wrap you up in like a shared blanket to share body heat. A Law and reader burrito, if you will... I just wanna be in his arms 😬

Thank you for listening to my daydream.

a/n: DONT LOOK AT ME I'm being soft for men who are anything but 🤧 I can make big scary serious men total lovesick softies if I wanna. I hope this at least somewhat flows with the fantasy you had in mind!!! Thanks for the idea, hope you enjoy! x

featuring: Law x GN!Reader

warnings: Fluff fluff and more fluff. New relationship vibes. Awkward physical affection. Hella cheesy ending. Law is so caring and loving and doesn’t even know it ugh 

FIRESIDE

“You should be sleeping.”

His low voice calls out to you, making you stop in your tracks, though his back remains facing you. Trafalgar Law, always acutely aware of your presence. His brown and yellow kimono glows in the fire light, and the heat that grows as you take a step closer calls to you when you shiver from the wind.

“Can’t sleep, it’s too cold,” is all you can muster past chattering teeth, squeezing your arms around yourself for needed warmth.

He turns to look at you over his shoulder finally, honey-golden eyes that glow like embers soften if only a little as they look at you. He invites you over with a tilt of his head and the space he clears for you to his left side. You take your seat next to him gratefully, extending your arms out and sighing as the heat dances from the tips of your fingers and up your arms. Though, the crackling of the fire isn’t enough to hide that you are still shivering and shaking at the teeth as it’s taking longer than expected to warm you fully. Perhaps you should sit closer…

“Come here,” Law commands, motioning for you to sit in front of him, positioning his legs for you to sit between them.

A heat you don’t believe sources from the fire blooms underneath the skin of your cheeks, “Are you sure? I can just scoot closer to the fire.”

“Any closer and you’ll risk smoke inhalation.” He informs, and if it weren’t for the haze of said smoke, you’d think Law was sporting a warm blush across his nose and at the tips of his ears. His eyes are unable to meet yours as he continues to offer up the space in front of him to you, “You’ll warm up faster this way.”

Hesitantly, you crawl over to him, settling yourself between his long legs and perching awkwardly as you’re unsure of what to do with yourself now that you’re occupying the same space. It is growing increasingly warmer now that you can feel him looming directly behind you, his body heat radiating off him to caress you. This paired with your flustered state at being up close and personal with Law causes a certain warmth to unthaw you from the inside. Though, you’re still a bit chilly to the touch.

Law notices this as, when he awkwardly adjusts his own seating, his hand accidentally brushes against your arm. There’s enough heat from that brief, innocent touch to warm your entire body to dangerous degrees, but he instinctively takes the opening of his kimono and wraps it around you, enveloping you within it as well as his arms.

“Is this…okay?” His voice comes from just behind your ear, breath warm against your neck.

He’s your lover, nothing about this scenario should be not okay. Granted, your relationship is fresh – feelings confessed in panic when he was arrested and you worried he wouldn’t make it back to you – and physical affection is not something you’ve had time to explore besides your relieved hug when he eventually escaped the clutches of Hawkins. You two haven’t even so much as held hands, now he’s holding you in his arms, sharing his personal warmth with you inside the confines of his kimono? You could’ve done with a little warning first.

“Yeah, this is…nice.” Despite the heat you can feel emitting from your face and the rapid beating of your heart, it does feel nice to be this way with him. To feel him against you, smell him close; senses reminding that this, what you two have, is real. This growing devotion you have towards one another is tangible and only strengthening.

“It is.” He’s whispering now, eliciting goosebumps along your heated skin, “You can scoot a little closer, you know. I don’t mind.”

You choke on your words, finding it hard to even breathe as he suggests this, so he helps you out by hooking his arms around your torso and pulling you flush against his chest. Now, he completely surrounds you. Warm and sheltering. The kimono covers you two, guarding all new, intimate touches exchanged within it that make the both of you struggle in the fight against upturned lips.

“Better?” He asks, forehead pressed against your temple. The urge to kiss you is strong, but he’s not sure he could survive that just yet. His current heart rate is already concerning him.

“Better,” You hum, finding the courage to lean into him fully, curling into him as you rest your head against his shoulder. This makes him tighten his hold around you, leaning his head against yours and watching the fire dance towards the sky. If this is how love is supposed to feel, he’s in love with how it feels.

[mrstsung]

Yo fellow mk blog. But fellow self ship blogs especially. You listen up.

I luv y'all.

And this post is for you.

Especially for you. 💖

💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚

If you love or self ship with:

Liu kang: he would definitely protect you,nothing makes him happier than seeing you smile

Kuai lang: sub zero? You Melt his heart. Hell would freeze over before he lets you ever get hurt or cry.

Hanzo Hasashi: you made him believe in 2nd chances at love. You gave him hope for a new family and motivation to protect them more.

Kung lao: (bless you for loving him fr) he would absolutely adore you,wouldn't stop talking about you. He wants to be able to give you the love you deserve.

Fujin: this god of wind. Cinnamon roll of my eyes. He would absolutely fucking love you. The wind beneath your wings. (Corny i know but its true 💖)

Raiden: bless you for loving the anxiety ridden god of thunder. Please love him! He would absolutely love you and keep you safe from all harm. 🥺🤧💖

Jax: omfg please hug him! He would love you. You help him even the darkest of times. Blessed.

Johnny cage: this himbo would totally love you! (Canon ship aside johnny cage would so totally be down for you!) He would make you laugh and smile. Cheer you up when you're down. The best friend and husband material. You would get along with cassie and even his (i assume ex since this is self ship) sonya.

Sonya Blade: on the flipside if you're with sonya. She would totally love you. Very protective and attentive,when she's not on a misson that is. You again get along with the cage fam,regardless of their situation.

If y'all ship with cassie or Jacqui: they both love you!

Kano: kano? Yes he too would love you.

Erron black: you bet your ass he does!

Shang mofo tsung: HE WOULD LOVE YOU AND EAT ANYONES SOUL WHO TRIES TO HURT YOU! (Srry im bias. I luv shang tsung. So yes,he would love you too)

Shao kahn: hell yeah he would. You see how he treats canonlly sindel(tho i have personal beef with the execution on this and despite my grievances it was wholesome in a weird way) you bet your ass he would.

Sindel: she would totally love you. Pamper you to hell n back

Mileena: plz love her. She loves you. Teeth,fangs and all. Uwu

Kitana: she would love you with all her heart

Jade: yup love ya

Kotal kahn: definitely love you.

D'vorah: bug baby loves you. And she'd let you name one of her hive children. Because shes sweet like that

Kabal: loves you. Gives you fast cute kisses as he nyoooms by.

Baraka: yes he would. Most definitely love you. He's a good husband. (He aint my thing but its sweet people give him love)

Cetrion: she loves you. She calls you her little flower or little star. Because you are. Uwu

Noob Saibot: hell yes he would.

Skarlet: loves you as much as she loves blood. A lot.

Kollector: yes. He calls you his treasure.

Geras: yup. Loves you for the rest of.... time. *gets brick thrown at me*

Sheeva: OFC SHE DO! sheeva is queeeeeeen! 💖🥺🤧🥰

Nightwolf: he loves you. And the great spirit protects both of you and blesses this beautiful union. 🥺💖🐺

Pretty much everyone loves you,could love you,would totally be down for you and definitely makes good husband/wife/spouce material. Or even platonically too. They'd make amazing friendships.

I hope this cheers you up or puts a smile on your faces. Plz don't be discouraged from loving these characters and this amazing game. This game means a lot to me and i love seeing people play it and get into gaming because of it.

But also i just want people to know that haters dont matter and you should love these characters and or self ship anyways.

-sincerely Mrs.Tsung 💚🐍

[milflewis]

niamh my love tell me about your apparent genius

ok imma just copy paste the whole thing in here from the gc bc i’m way too high to type it out again n make it neater. it’s based off a webbonso prompt someone sent me that i haven’t filled out yet

ok. so. webbonso. but mark keeps running away every time their dicks are out….🤧🤧 but not bc of what you think !! he’s ok with the gay thing. kinda. maybe. with the lights low and socks on. but he thinks nando is a top and so is he……how can they be together…….stars not aligning for them…..where do they stick it if not in each other……. but mark is being stupid bc fernando wants that horse cock and he wants it now !!!!! but bc mark keeps running away from him he thinks mark doesn’t want him. boom. miscommunication trope.

mark keeps kissing nando. overcome w emotion for this tiny angry person !!!! with lots of hair n teeth. and nando is. into it. pushing at mark so mark will press him into a wall of a. cough. totally random redbull motorhome.

grabs mark’s dick when they hear someone that could maybe sound like seb giggling w someone who could maybe. ugh. sound like lewis. and. oh. wow . wowwww

that’s like. big 😵‍💫😵‍💫

and listen. ok. the ferrari car is shit. nando isn’t winning. seb is being a cunt on the podium. lewis is being a dick on AND off the podium. but here. in this. nando can win.

and if smth in his chest gets all warm and fuzzy when mark pulls away. hands on his hips. fingers digging in. resting his cheek against fernando’s. breath hot. then. whatver. that works too.

so nando has a new mission. get mark webber to fuck him. preferably where seb will overhear them and weep. but that’s optional !!! nando is flexible !!!! he adapts. a hickey on his neck will do. low enough his fireproofs will cover but nando could bend down in front of seb. collar slipping…..oops !!

but. but !!!! mark keeps like. running away??? and nando knows he wants it. he can FEEL how much mark wants it and mark is the one who initiates like half the making outs so. what. is. the. fucking. problem

maybe he cries to jenson about it where lewis overhears and laughs for twnety minutes

mark is being all stoic and man pain. oh why can’t i be a girl…..why can’t HE be a girl……then we could be together……and jenson is fully prepared to deal w his internalised homophobia and be all gentle about how two guys can love each other and that’s ok mark !! that’s alright !!!! (he’s had a lot of practise with lewis) and mark just comes out with a banger of “but guys can’t fuck 😔😔 it’s scientifically impossible. no i know we have a hole too jenson but it’s like the penguins and their wings….it doesn’t work……” single dean winchester tear falling down his cheek

jenson is like. wot. but WE fucked

mark: but you had long hair so i could pretend you were a girl and then our bodies changed. like frogs

jenson: ………have u been talking to sebastian

mark: yeah. he knows lots about this did u know that

anyway !!!! jenson manages to convince mark that this is NOT how bodies work and guys can fuck other guys and they should !!! pls pls fuck fernando mark so he will stop talking to me about it i am begging you —

and mark fucks nando with his monster cock and nando gets his hickey (seb doesn’t cry bc mark keeps smiling at fernando. all soft mouth and eyes. and that’s good enough for him) and they live happily ever after.

the end.

[ggukkiedae]

notes: markmi have a sweet white day morning

the whole thing is them speaking in english bc sleepy yoonmi can’t korean 🤧 so i won’t do italics anymore ✊🏻

to set the ambience, you can listen to:

setting: the bangtan dorms, 8am on march 14

Yoonmi woke up to find Mark already looking at her. She watched his smile grow before he kissed her forehead.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he greeted her. “You know, I wouldn’t mind waking up to this everyday.”

He had stayed the night after her showcase just to spend White Day with her. Well, in the morning. He had promised Chenle he’d go over to the younger’s house in the afternoon.

“It’s way too early for me to cringe at that.” She closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest. The light shaking from his soft laughter made her smile. She felt her chest warm upon hearing him. It had been a while since they last had a sleepover.

“Hey, don’t fall back asleep.” Mark sat up, pulling her along with him. “I only get you in the morning before the hyungs take you and I go to my little sister.”

“You guys have had the strangest family tree since Chenle got Daegal.” Her voice came out in a murmur. Mark hummed in agreement.

She could feel him shifting around and heard the familiar sound of him unlocking his phone. Still half-asleep, she barely processed the fact that Mark took a selfie of them with her cuddled up on him. She was slowly being pulled from her sleepy state when she heard soft music playing.

“One Direction,” she lightly lifted her head and smiled at him, “I’m proud of you.”

“Only because it can say how I feel better than me trying to get something out.” He got up from her bed and held a hand out for her to take. “Wanna dance?”

His smile made her heart stutter even after years of being together. She placed her hand in his and let him pull her up. She rested her head on his shoulder and clasped her hands behind his neck. She could feel the warmth of his hands find their place on the small of her back.

They danced like that for a while. Just the two of them in their pajamas, bed head still a big mess, yet she somehow found this to be a pretty picture. Her insides practically melted when Mark started singing along in a low voice. The heat rose to her cheeks.

“This must be the cheesiest way we’ve done White Day together yet,” she let out a little laugh. “Which film or drama did you get this from?”

“Hey; I thought this up all on my own!”

“Mhmm.”

It was a simple nonsense conversation. They didn’t talk too much. Being with each other spoke enough words for the two of them, which is something she always loves about their relationship. Deep in her thoughts, she didn’t realize she started singing along to the bridge. Not until she felt him press a kiss to her temple.

“I’m here to stay,” he told her, “for as long as possible. As long as you’ll have me, I’ll be right here. You mean everything to me, too.”

His words made her feel like she was flying. Though she couldn’t say anything, the way she hugged him tighter and went on her toes to kiss his cheek expressed her appreciation for him.

“Let’s go brush our teeth, love.” She pulled him over to her bathroom, a content smile on her face. “Then you can help me out with breakfast, yeah?”

Mark just smiled and followed her. “On your word, little star.”

[early20sfailingplenty]

I know me just saying this probably wont mean/do a lot but it is not, never, your fault for having gotten into an abusive situation and not having been able to get out sooner

I recently listened to a YouTuber reading out the story of a girl who lived with hella abusive people for 7 years

but it doesn't really matter how long or how "bad" the abuse was, to get yourself out of that place - and pretty much all on your own - is such a big fucking achievement

thanks Hannibal, and thanks Erika, good to have you around ❤

also the tattoo is fucking amazing, i only now noticed the antlers

- 🔪

Hi 🔪 anon!

I… actually reaaaaaally appreciate this. Thank you.

I blame myself as I said, but I’ve never really been able to shake it off, though I’m trying to. It’s a cognitive distortion, likely from the way I was ‘trained’ by them (I’m not sure what the proper term for it is so I hope you know what I mean).

Ohhh my goodness hasdfghjkl no one ever ever ever deserves to be abused. I hope the woman whose story it was, is doing better!🤧

Thank you for reaching out with compassion and kindness, anon. I appreciate it and you muchly🥺💖 I never should have been put in that position but I was and I managed, by the skin of my teeth, to get out. Now I just gotta make sure I never let myself get put back there, by me or by anyone else.

Aaaa thank you! That tattoo is my baby🥺 the ‘eat the rude’ was touch and go because I was anxious about having a literal cannibalism reference forever on my thigh, but then my tattooist stencilled it out for me and I was like, ah, fuck it, why not? I’m so glad I didn’t back down on that one specific part😭🤧💖💖💖💖 sending you lots of love, nonnie, I’ve read this ask over like 1234567890 times since this morning and I 😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖

[ichoriism]

@nouvelis challenged: 

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜ from vampire sj 🤧

    —

   Noah meets Seojung’s gaze on the mirror. It’s funny, that if there is no silver behind a reflection, Seojung can allow himself to be as vain as ever—a high nose, a sharp gaze, fingers attentive to every detail. not right now though. not when Noah is settled behind him, both hands on a slender waist, fingers rubbing the space above his pelvis, right where he knows that it stirs the heat in his loins. lips place a kiss on a bare shoulder, suckle a mark on the creek. Seojung’s lips are red and bruised with their kissing. his hair is tousled and pupils are blown for the vision of what’s to come.

   Noah wants to do so much to him the idea is almost enough to make his mind reel. it’s the vampire’s cool skin what serves as a reminder of what is no longer sweet.

   perhaps, it’s not wise to listen to those things he wishes he could have. it’s quite fitting though, that Seojung falls into all three categories of that coarse game boys loved to play—kill, fuck, marry. Noah steps forward, allows the interested lower part of himself to remain snuggled between the younger’s asscheeks as teeth graze the line of his shoulder. lustful tension permeates what little space remains separating them and these tiny voices slipping in the chinks created by his doubts get lost in the doorless maze pleasure creates. ❛ That is the point, ❜ Noah murmurs, low voice soft as fingers travel further down, fingertips pressing into the spots close to where he is needed.

   a featherlike touch trails down the curve of Seojung’s side until it stops above his hip. fingers splay above his ass and Noah keeps watching him through the mirror. even if a part of him longs for the flush that would follow his actions, this is another sight to enjoy regardless of what’s missing. he closes his eyes and tilts his head. the tip of his nose brushes the coolness of a long neck. ❛ seojunggie, ❜ he calls behind the younger’s ear, an evil smile dancing in the corners of his lips. ❛ you could never hurt me enough to leave you. ❜  

[borathae]

Heelllooo! soo I would like to request a Namjoon centered poly/hybrid drabble, where yn is already living with 6 of them but finds Joon hurt on the street and takes him in, and gives him a little too much attention that the others get a tiny bit jealous. You can add or remove anything to your will! Thank you🥰 ily💕

Pairing: OT7 x n.Reader 

Genre: Fluff, Hybrid!AU, panda!Namjoon, golden hamster!Seokjin, snow leopard!Yoongi, golden retriever!Hoseok, siamese cat!Jimin, panther!Taehyung, dwarf lop rabbit!Jungkook

Wordcount: 997

a/n: You don’t even want to know how long I’ve been thinking about which animals the boys would be jsjsjs 🤧😂 but I’m pretty happy with my decisions. I hope you enjoy my dear anonie hehe, let me know what you think of it! ily 💜 (also so sorry it took me so long to finish jsjjs I’m a mess lmao)

WhenNamjoon calls your name again for what feels like the hundredth time today, theothers can’t help but frown. Ever since you found a wounded Namjoon on the streetsbehind your local hybrid shelter, you have been a little bit too obsessed withthe panda hybrid. So the others think.

It is no tlikehe is the only hybrid in this household. They also want your attention. Seokjineven had to go grocery shopping yesterday, which is a highly scary thing to dofor a golden hamster hybrid, who sees enemies at every corner of the streets.Thankfully Taehyung, a beautiful panther hybrid, was nice enough to accompanyhim, which really made him feel a lot better about the entire situation. Asmuch as Seokjin normally hates Taehyung’s sharp teeth and scary yellow-glowingeyes, he was really grateful for them yesterday.

“Am I the onlyone here, who thinks that ___ is totally going overboard with thatpanda?” Hoseok growls, his golden ears tangling down his face rather sadly.

You had jumpedup as soon as Namjoon called your name and had rushed out of the living room.Hoseok, whose belly you had so loving rubbed before that, you left abandoned onthe living room floor.

“Nope you aren’t”,Jimin agrees, who can already see the promised ear rubs float away. You won’tbe back for ages and if you do come back, you will be far too tired to give anyof them attention.

“It’sreally unfair isn’t it? Neither one of us got such treatment when we came here.Not even Yoongi with his twisted tail and broken claws”, Jungkook whines,tilting his long ears left and right to try and get a glimpse of what you andNamjoon are talking about in the room next door.

Something aboutNamjoon’s jaw hurting and you needing to massage it gently. Jungkook wants tobe the one getting a massage from you. It’s so unfair.

“To be fair,I wasn’t such a whiney baby as that panda. A twisted tail is not the worst thingwhich happened to me”, Yoongi grumbles, twitching with his grey ears but otherwisestaying perfectly still. The fireplace warms his back so lovely, he doesn’twant to move even an inch.

“If you startwith your illegal hybrid fighting past again I will literally walk out of here”,Seokjin says, nose twitching nervously. He can’t listen to all the gruesome things his dear friend had to go through. It would sadden him way too much.

Yoongi peelsone of his eyes half-open, revealing some of his snow white eyes.

“Hadn’t plannedon it, just like I hadn’t planned on fighting other hybrids”

Seokjin groans. 

“I’m just saying”,Yoongi continues, “that panda is a little baby. He should stop whining”, Yoongi’seye falls closed again as he nuzzles his face further into the soft rug.

“Maybe we couldtalk to them?” Hoseok suggests.

“What wouldthat do?” Taehyung asks.

“That they wouldfinally realise how unfair all of this is. We need attention too, not justNamjoon”, Hoseok pouts.

“What aboutNamjoon?” your voice makes all of them look nervously to the door.

“___ is back”,Jungkook whispers, embarrassed that he wasn’t able to warn them sooner.

“We can see”,Jimin tells him, sending him a look.

“Yes I am back”,you rest your hands in your hips, serious expression on your face, “what’s theproblem here?”

“Nothing”, Seokjinblurts out, holding onto a pillow to stop his fingers from shaking. That isexactly the kind of danger he didn’t want to be in.

“Doesn’t seemlike nothing. I can practically see the guilt on Hobi’s face and Taehyung yourtail started going crazy if you hadn’t noticed yet.”

Taehyung looksbehind him, cringing. He really hadn’t noticed. Damn his tail with its ownmind, it always gives him away.

“It is justthat. We think it’s really unfair how you are treating Namjoon”, Jimin blurts out,straightening his back with confidence.

“It’s unfairhow I’m treating Namjoon? He is really hurt, excuse me how else should I betreating him instead?”

“Maybe not amillion times a day. We are also here and we also want your attention. I can’teven remember the last time you rubbed my ears”, Jimin hisses.

“Yeah or, oryesterday you sent me grocery shopping, despite knowing that, that I hate thingslike that”, Seokjin throws in, having found confidence through Jimin.

“Yes or justbefore, you stopped rubbing my belly before my cuddle time was even over”, Hoseokpouts.

“Are you guysjealous?” you ask, chuckling.

A mixture of“Yes” and “No” gets shouted back at you, which only makes you grin more.

“Okay fine,maybe we are”, Jungkook says, big brown eyes looking sad, “can’t you spend moretime with us again?” he pleads.

“Hey guys, comehere”, you say softly, sitting down on the big rug. They crawl closer to you,even Yoongi does in hopes of getting one of your amazing pets. You make sureeveryone gets one, Jimin even gets ear rubs and Hoseok belly rubs until he smileshappily.

“You know thiswon’t be for forever. It is just that Namjoon got really hurt and he reallyneeds my attention right now”, you tell them, scratching Taehyung behind hisear until he purrs deeply.

“But once Namjoonfeels better again I promise that everything will return to normal again”, yousay, massaging Jungkook’s neck until that quiet, happy teeth clattering can beheard.

“You promise?”Yoongi asks, lying his head down on your lap and squinting his eyes up at you.

“I promise,you will get all the pets and cuddles you deserve”, you tell him, caressing hisface until his lips part in a sleepy purr.

“And the yummiestof foods?” Seokjin asks hopefully, wiggling under your arm to steal a hug.

“Yes and theyummiest of foods”, you chuckle, giving his squishy cheeks the biggest squeezewhich makes him blush and giggle.

“And now”, yousmile, “let’s cuddle okay? Namjoon’s asleep for now, so I’m all yours for therest of the day”, you tell them, which causes an uproar of happy squeals andsqueaks from them.