#my sweet feral child

[thatonetransguyincanada]

This is Shroom. Hes a feral child spore druid of 10. I love this smol child and he hisses at clerics as he doesnt trust them.

[minhogu]

jason acknowledging the fact that his mother was UNFAIR and DOWNRIGHT AWFUL and how he deserved so much more grace than he got will be my favourite genre ever actually (pun intended)

Blofis-Jackson-Grace AU Where Percy introduces the traumatized, anxiety ridden, orphan, Roman Demigod Jason Grace to Paul and Sally, and they immediately sign mental adoption papers.

With a side of big brother Jason to baby Estelle. Jason gets all mushy and depressed, and heartbroken around her because how could his mom live him alone when he was that small and breakable

[petitelepus]

How about Tengen, along with his wives are traveling back from an escort mission and they encounter a little girl humanoid.

She has steel bones and claws that come out of her knuckles. An insane healing factor and rather quick acrobatic reflexes. The poor thing had no family, friends, or even memories of her past. She couldn't even speak except for growls and grunts.

They decide to lure her to the guild, since they can't just leave her alone in the woods.

You're a feral little girl creature, aren't you? You're more of a mysterious beast that roams the forests and lands, than a human, but that doesn't stop Tengen's wives from approaching you carefully, despite the man telling them not to.

You're weary of them, but they aren't dangerous and you can't sense any hostility radiating from them so you allow them close enough that they can offer you some food they carried with them.

As soon as your sharp nose picked up the scent of sweet buns they had gotten from the town they had escorted the wealthy businessman to, you were putty in the ladies' hands.

"Damn, you really tamed it," Tengen thought out loud as he approached the four of you, but as soon as he was close enough, you hissed and swiped at him with your huge ass claws that somehow came out of your knuckles!

"Shit!"

"You're scaring her!" Makio snapped and Tengen glared at you as you glared back at him, "That thing almost cut my hand off!"

"This 'thing' is a young girl, dear!" Suma cried out as she grabbed you and hugged you close to her soft body as if you were the cutest little thing ever, "She means no harm!"

"I'm pretty sure she does mean harm to me."

"Dear, look at it from her view," Hinatsuru smiled, "She is small and scared, and you are big and strong."

Tengen frowned, but he understood what his wife meant. So he sighed out loud and crossed his arms, "So what do you want to do with her?"

"We can't just leave her here!"

"Why won't we take her back to the guild?"

"That's a wonderful idea!"

"No, no it's not!" The man shouted, but his wives paid him no mind as they picked you up and started to carry you towards the town where their Guild was located, with Tengen walking close behind.

"My, what a cute little thing she is," Shinobu smiled as she gently pet your head and Tengen's three wives smiled, "Right?"

"Would you like some cake I just bought?" Mitsuri asked as she offered you a cake with a bright juicy strawberry on top.

You licked your lips hungrily and as soon as you were close enough, you grabbed the cake and attempted to stuff the whole thing in your mouth in one go.

"Careful! You might choke!"

"Where did you say you found her?" Giyu asked from the sulking Sound Hashira, "In the woods."

"Any signs of her parents?"

"None."

"My, I think we might have to take care of her," Shinobu thought out loud, "She is too young to live out there on her own and not tame enough to live in the orphanage."

"She could be our new mascot!" Mitsuri smiled as she handed you more cake, which you ate with great gusto.

"Oi, you had enough cak-!" Obanai was saying as he reached for you, but as soon as he got close, your claws emerged and you attempted to swipe him with them.

Of course, the Serpent Hashira was faster than you and easily avoided your blades, but that didn't stop him from glaring at you.

"Little shit...!"

"Obanai!" Mitsuri gasped, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just," He glared at you, "Don't lower your guards around her. Despite being a child, she is still dangerous."

"I agree," Shinobu nodded, "But she appears to favor women over men. It might be best if we take care of her together?"

"I like that idea!" Suma nodded.

"Yeah, together we can teach her about humanity!" Makio grinned.

"We could take turns, how does that sound?" Hinatsuru asked.

"Alright! And since she likes sweets, we should call her Sugar!" Mitsuri said cheerfully and Shinobu giggled, "My, what a cute name."

As the women of the guild spoiled you rotten with sweets and affection, you looked at the men glaring at you and smiled.

For a feral little thing, you sure looked smug as Hell.

[binglepringle]

It feels like this post is targeted towards these two specifically-

They may not really be the first one—“chaotic and silly”— but the other two definitely apply to how some fandom people view them

[bugwolfsstuff]

Are we sure we cant bring back Maenads

[flightlessfinch]

james is more compelling if you let him be a bit of an asshole instead of just a ray of sunshine. he’s self-absorbed. he is naturally mean. he’s a bully. regulus is usually characterized as bitchy but james is literally actually fucking cruel and doesn’t realize it because his self image is built on being a “good person” so he thinks everything he does is justified. he won’t interrogate his own actions because he is scared of seeing himself in a bad light. he’s a prick. i love him more when he is a prick. he’s more human. he’s obviously loving and caring to his friends, but people who are not his friends? no. he’s judgemental. he hurts people when he knows he can get away with it. in my mind he is kinda narcissistic. (James, in his head:“how could you say that i hurt you? you accusing me of hurting you makes me feel bad. you’re being mean.” James, out loud: “Sorry you feel that way.” *doesn’t speak to them for 3 days until he thinks they forgot he pissed them off, then acts like nothing happened. never properly apologizes.*) he’d rather get mad than reflect on his actions. he’d rather other people feel discomfort instead of being uncomfortable with himself. he was raised in a silk nest. he can’t handle criticism. let him be mean and snappy and say hurtful shit he doesn’t mean. he deserves it. as a little treat.

[dark-elf-writes]

Is it any wonder that Cloud just fractures after this? That he can’t take the loss? That his very mind rebels at being alone? In his head he’s still sixteen. Still reeling from the loss of his mom and as far as he knows Tifa. Still half out of his mind from the mako. Still living half remembered nightmares from whatever happened to him in those last four years.

He was a kid in over his head and was forced to be a hero when the hero he had idolized through his entire life became a monster.

Was it any wonder he emulated the only hero he had left?

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

also what is wrong with me that when people try and be gentle-sympathetic when i'm in grumpy pain overwhelm shutdown mode i just want to hit something

"are you okay? ❤" no i'm filled with murderous rage, stop being soft-nice to me before i break something

[i-mybrunettelady]

Listen I know I said I set Nyra's hair length to half back some time ago but I am hunted by the image of big hair Nyra because that's the hair she had when she started out, when she saved Shaemoor, when she killed Zhaitan.

And there's something to be said about her having the same hair (length wise at least) as she did 10 years ago when she was just starting out, but she's now a totally changed person

I am COMPROMISED, COMPROMISED I tell you I love her so much she's the light of my life

[priellan]

he really bit him tho

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

“God you’d look so fucking good with your belly swollen with my child.” Simon groaned, his mind filling with images of you carrying his child. The thought made him feral, and a growl escaped his lips when he felt you clench around him.

A whimper fell from your lips as you bounced yourself on top of your husband, his cock sinking deep inside you with each sway of your hips. “Please.”

“You want that, sweetheart? You want me to give you a baby?” Simons fingers dug into your hips, guiding your movements as he looked deeply into your eyes.

You gave a weak nod, your brain not functioning fully as the tip of your husband’s cock began to kiss your cervix. The thought of his seed taking, giving you the chance to give him a baby had your pussy clenching around him.

With a groan, Simon flipped you over skillfully, his dick still fully sheathed within your soaked walls. “God I want to give you one so bad, baby girl. I want to make you a mum so fucking bad.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as he began to pound himself into you, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, and the low moans emitting from both of your lips filling your shared bedroom.

Simon leaned down, his mouth hovering next to your ear as he nipped at your lobe playfully. “You’d be such a good fucking mum, love. Let me fill you up.”

His hands blindly found the back of your thighs, pushing them up to your sides to allow him to sink deeper inside of you. “My pretty fucking girl. Gonna make the cutest goddamn babies.”

Simon’s fingers dug into the plush of your thighs, his eyes flickering down to watch your pussy swallow his cock to the hilt. The sight alone had him close to his orgasm, his thrusts steadily becoming desperate.

“Si.” You whined, your arms pulling Simon impossibly close as his orgasm began to tear through him, causing his hips to stutter against you.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He groaned, his hands shaking as they loosened their grip on your thighs. His cock pulsed deep inside of you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls.

He gave a final lazy thrust of his hips, before slowly pulling out of you, causing the two of you to sigh at the loss of contact. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, mumbling an “I love you” before crawling down so his face was level with your dripping heat.

Simon watched as his cum began to leak out of you, his cock twitching at the sight. He leaned closer, dragging his finger along your swollen folds, before burying his middle digit deep inside of you. “Be a good girl for me, yeah? Need to make sure we don’t waste a drop.”

[elodieunderglass]

for the horse asks: appaloosa?

Appaloosa - What's your favorite horse color(s)?

I don’t really have one but I LOVE when horses and ponies are what they’re supposed to be!

I’m also a huge fan of the primitive markings, and general Lascaux cave horse appearance.

So like I wouldn’t say flaxen chestnut is my favorite AT ALL, but the Haflinger!! . yes you are a cobby little horse with a big butt that needs to be a flaxen chestnut!! and everyone understands this. Perfect animal. No need to track changes. Also I do love when a horse has a bit of texture in their mane and tail, so respect to Haflingers for being the rare wavy-haired horsie. I don’t even like blondes so you see what I mean here about it just being the pure synergy of intention and form and style, the Haflinger just is perfectly complete.

And then a brunblakk fjord horse. The mealy muzzle. The dorsal stripe. Black ear tips. Someone from 20,000 years ago is grasping my hand across space and time and we are crying together about how perfect a thick little horsie can get. Granted the fjords always have the weirdest haircuts in the world, but you can see exactly why. This horse is so perfectly what it’s supposed to be that you can’t resist scrungling it a little bit. Also another animal that IS its name like: all Norwegian Fjords LOOK like the breed name is Norwegian Fjord, and they ARE all named things like Freya. As they should be. This is an animal that is exactly what it should be.

You know how horse people compliment each other’s horses by saying they have a kind eye? It’s hard not to have a Kind Eye if you are a brunblakk Norwegian Fjord.

And of course, my baby, my darling, my moorland mousie, the feral shaggy brown/bay with mealy markings that is the Exmoor Pony. You look at this tubby beastie and you say YES. YES YOU ARE BORN TO BE A LITTLE BEASTIE ENCOUNTERED SUDDENLY ON A MISTY MOOR . The sculpting of the contour colours! Some sculpture artist would spend hours with an airbrush trying to do that! and they just wake up in the morning , eyeliner: on, eyeshadow: on, lipstick: on, cheeks: contoured, muzzle: mealy, dapples subtle, ready to go. Can’t even see their eyes half the time, but underneath 25 pounds of luscious pelted mane they’re wearing natural mascara. And for what? Living full time on rocks in the rain, baby!! This is a cave painting horse and it always will be!

The reverse of that of course is horses who Shouldn’t Be That Color. For example I am a little bit upset by this chestnut Shire, who isn’t a flaxen chestnut and probably should be. What are you doing baby? You need some leg markings sweetheart. Can we just dye your mane and tail black maybe, you have bay energy. Ughhhhh I’m trying not to be prescriptive. Ughhhh all horses are beautiful and beauty standards are fake but ———— - sweet child we HAVE to style you somehow!!!! You are a Shire!!!!! WHAT IS THIS??

And I love - LOVE! - a grulla/grullo. Obvious reasons: I like primitive markings, and I have the aesthetic taste of a small child. Who doesn’t secretly love a deviantart sparklehorse?

but I will be the first to admit that it is a razor’s edge between a really lovely grulla horse who reaches back to touch our shared history and knowledge of ourselves, an unbroken thread of beauty that should be painted in a cave under an ancient mountain, like a jewel of the earth: and a necromantic vessel that was bred to encourage possession by evil ghosts, to be harvested regularly and sold at retail prices by some midwestern white woman as part of some tortuous work-from-home scheme. And I do understand this. I know this about myself and about grullas. Like, this one is a horse that probably shouldn’t - we probably shouldn’t have done this. You know?

Do not ask about cremellos.

[astralee]

baby fever

pairing: james potter x f!reader

you’ve always heard your friends talking about the feral feeling they get when they see their boyfriends holding a child, but never actually experienced it until now. “whose this little one?”

james beamed at your sudden appearance next to him after you’d been busy helping his parents in the kitchen. “go on and tell her your name sweets.”

“kaia.” the little girl whispered shyly, her head nuzzled into your boyfriends neck in attempts to hide away. “are you jamie’s friend?”

“my girlfriend sweets.” james corrected. “i told you about her before, remember?”

kaia nodded and before you could strike up a conversation with her, somebody had called her name and she wriggled out of james arms and ran into somebody else’s. “she’s cute.” you smile, leaning your head on his arm. “she’s the neighbours daughter?”

they had only moved in recently and euphemia and fleamont had decided to have a little garden party as a welcoming.

james hummed in response to your question as he manoeuvred you around to be in his arms, your face resting on his chest. “missed you.”

“i was only gone for 10 minutes.” you chuckled, lifting your head and leaning back slightly to get a good glimpse of his face.

“10 minutes too long.” he groaned, squeezing you tight and only pausing when kaia shouted his name and waved something in the air to show him. “she’s the sweetest.”

you agreed. since you had walked out and seen him, your head had been clouded with dreams of your future. “you’re gonna be a really good dad one day.”

“to our kids?” he quirked a brow.

“yeah, to our kids.” you smiled bashfully at the huge grin that spread across his face as soon as you confirmed it.

“reckon we should get started soon?” he leaned to whisper. “i want a full quidditch team.”

you laughed and teasingly pushed him away. “you’ll have to learn to push them out yourself for that.”

he was quick to bring you back to him, always wanting you as close as possible. you’d always been very affectionate together and even though you’d tell him to tone the pda down in front of his family, he couldn’t help but keep a hand on you at all times. “i wouldn’t mind. i’m excited for our future.”

“yeah? when are you gonna propose to me then?” you grinned smugly.

“that’s a secret! don’t you give me those eyes.”

[fischlkin]

✦ like cardiac arrest.

making out with various genshin impact characters.

characters -> xiao, alhaitham, neuvillette, childe, dainsleif, arlecchino, wanderer, kaeya, kazuha.

info -> nsfw, minors dni please <3, fem!reader, kaeya is more nsfw than the rest, most of them are just suggestive, if you have a fav that isn't in here feel free to request them and i'll do a part 2!

inspired by the song 'cardiac arrest' by bad suns.

xiao is gentle. he doesn't really move his hands much while you make out, but he allows you to roam his body as you please. one of his hands rests on the small of your back, and the other caresses your cheek. he isn't feral, because if he were to act that way he would feel like he was objectifying you. and your body should not be objectified, it should be worshipped. he feels it is his job to please you, which is why he takes the "lead" with his lips. though, you must either initiate the kiss yourself or let him know you want it. if you tell him what you want, he'll never say no.

when he feels confident that he knows what you want, he'll pull you in by your waist and look you softly in the eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. then he'll close his eyes and lean in slowly. his lips are soft and cold, but his hands are warm.

⸻

making out with al haitham is slow and sensuous, in the most romantic way. every movement, hand placement, gesture, is thoughtful and purposeful. your makout sessions often happen at night, in bed, when the two of you have time to devote your complete attention to each other. the curtains are open so the moonlight pours in, you and your lover lay in bed. your hand is on his chest, his on your hip, and your lips move together until the two of you feel your eyelids getting heavy. every caress of his hand is filled with appreciation and love for your soft curves, swollen lips, and deep eyes.

neuvillette is chivalrous. his strong, steady hands rest on your hips and back, guiding you throughout the day. his touches are never rough, his fingers ghost along the most sensitive parts of your body. he only kisses you when you're alone. such intimate moments should only be shared by the two of you, and no one else. your lips move softly and slowly against each other. he loves it when you comb your fingers all the way through his silvery hair. when you do, he'll pull you close, eliciting a sound halfway between a moan and a groan against your lips. he takes one of your hands in his, the other holding onto your hip, leaving no space between the two of you.

you stay like this until you fall asleep, and he presses a kiss to your head before leaning his against it, allowing himself to succumb to his sleepiness as well.

⸻

childe will have his way with you, i can assure you of that. his displays of dominance are at peak in these intimate moments. when the two of you make out, you're always against a wall, under him, or straddling his hips. his hand placement never fails to spark a flame in your stomach. his favorite thing to do with his hands when you're making out is grab your ass. he picks you up from right under your thighs, pinning you to a wall with your legs wrapped around his waist. childe is rough, and he likes to move fast. when he gets bored of having you against the wall, he will toss you onto a bed.

he's always whispering sweet nothings in your ear between kisses. effortlessly poetic. "my dear, no star in the night sky, no sunset nor sunrise, can hold a candle to your divine beauty. let us be together like this in our next lives, and the next..."

⸻

we may never know what dainsleif is thinking, but you don't have to guess when the two of you are alone. he doesn't have a way with words, but his actions and body language constantly betray him. he holds you in his arms while capturing your lips in gentle kisses. when you and dainsleif make out, it's more of pecking. but it's slow and sweet. he has one hand on the small of your back and one hand caressing your hair. you can feel him melting into your touch when you return the embrace. his heart calms, and the tension in his shoulders is released.

whenever he can, he is squeezing your ass, hips, and thighs. he grabs you by the chin, making sure you can't escape his kiss. he makes out roughly yet passionately. teeth gnashing together type shit. when he gets bored of being above you, he can flip you over as quickly as you can blink, so he can hold you down on his lap by your hips. he won't let you go until he's had his fill of your lips.

⸻

there will never be a person who appreciates your ethereal beauty quite like arlecchino does. but while she loves to worship you, she also enjoys teasing. she nips at your lips, pushes her tongue into your mouth, all while holding you by the hips. she always starts a makeout session with her hands on either side of your face, planting a kiss to your forehead. it may seem innocent at first, but she's got other plans. she slowly brings her hands down your neck to your collar bone, to your chest, and then down to your hips, before squeezing them. her sharp nails tickle at your skin, leaving marks when she grips you.

dainsleif is a sucker for eye contact. in between kisses, he'll pull you closer and stare comfortably into your irises. you're often sitting on his lap, because it allows you to be even closer to him while he cradles your face in one hand. his eyes always soften when he looks at you, and lips turn up ever so slightly into an adoring smile.

⸻

okay, wanderer is a bit of an enigma. his body language is constantly betraying him. try as he might to seem dominant and nonchalant, you know all too well that when you run your fingers through his hair he is ready to submit to you fully. he puts on a brave face, pinning you down and grabbing you by the face, leading it to meet his. but when you melt into his touch, say his name with that soft, loving voice, his eyes brighten for just a second.

arlecchino enjoys looking down on you, not figuratively. literally, she enjoys making you feel small while she holds all the power. she smirks against your lips, tracing her nails up and down your spine. and when you shiver, she digs her nails deeper into your hip, pinning you against her body. once she's had her fill, she will always stroke your hair and whisper compliments in your ear.

⸻

kaeya is a mother effin' menace. the teasiest of teasers. sits with his legs spread and his arms resting on the armrests of the chair while you straddle him. he lets you feel him up while he sits there, frustration building up inside you as he remains still. you grab him by the face and kiss him roughly, and he finally touches you. one hand is on the back of your head and the other on your waist. it travels down to your ass, and he pinches it, relishing the squeal you elicit.

unfortunately it doesn't show for very long, because he's back to smirking at your form underneath him. often while making out with you he tickles at your sides so you squirm, whining into his lips. when he's done being mean, he cradles you in his arms and continues to kiss you passionately.

⸻

kaeya can't make out with you without getting hard. with both hands on your ass, he picks you up ever so slightly, just to pull you back down on top of him. he thrusts against your groin, keeping his composure while riling you up. he flashes you a devilish a smile, bringing his lips back to yours. continuing to roll his hips against you.

⸻

hair-down kazuha. he takes out his ponytail because he knows you like to run your fingers through it. he looks ethereal with the silvery strands framing his face and sitting on his shoulders. kazuha is a very gentle kisser, holding your hand in his as you make out. his free hand pets your hair and your cheeks. he guides your hands to wrap around his back. he tilts his head up so that in between kisses, you can peck at his neck and jaw. his eyes are closed, and a small smile graces his lips as yours grace his skin. kazuha likes to make out with you laying down. usually it's outdoors. he can't resist the urge to kiss you under the stars, or beside a cliff overlooking the ocean.

[monicahar]

“what are you doing?”

you comically cower behind his back even further.

“hiding.”

“...why?”

“because there's a flipping lion in the room with us, JING YUAN. that's what.” you snap back angrily.

if you're wondering how you got into this predicament—it's not that far from being akin to a kidnapper leading on a child with sweets and delicacies.

under the guise of work and a few promised cuddles, he had made you follow his steps into his home—now with you glued to his body like it's your own lifeline. the snow-white lion snugly lies down by the only exit of the room you're both occupying—having just introduced herself when it came to jing yuan for a few pets, scaring the bejeebers out of you when its fur had grazed the back of your thighs all of a sudden.

the lion only shows confusion yet complies when jing yuan coaxed her to go away for a few moments. in other words—for you to take a breather.

in response to your much evident suffering and growing impatience, a mirthful laugh escapes him, craning his head to look at you over his shoulder to throw you a small mischievous grin “it's just my cat. i don't see the problem.”

“that's fully grown lion, you scoundrel!” you hit his back weakly, whisper-yelling as if said lion would attack you if you spoke any louder. “a-ah...it's looking at me weirdly. it's definitely thinking of how delicious i am!”

“mimi is very gentle. i doubt she's thinking of such a thing.”

you sink further in his shadow when the lion catches your wary gaze with a tilt of its head. “jing, please. it may like you, but i doubt that a territorial species would enjoy having a stranger around its person bubble.”

“you're free to leave anytime, darling. i'm not forcing you to stay.” he says coyly.

“with how your adorable little mimi is standing right by the door—i doubt i can leave of my own accord.”

“so you think she's adorable? good to hear that.” oh, now he has selective hearing?

“jing yuan. please.” you kneel down and tug on his robes pleadingly, catching him off guard to the point he has now decided to fully turn towards you in mild surprise. “i really don't know how to deal with this! i don't dislike her or anything, i'm just super scared that she won't like me and would—”

“calm down.” your lover couches down before you, hand raising to pat your head. “she doesn't bite. i promise.”

“how are you so sure?” you question incredulously, ignoring the way your heartbeat quickens at his actions. “even if she's domesticated, she's still an animal that thrives on her own survival instincts.”

“dearest, would i really have taken in a pet if it was openly feral?”

“yep. you would.” you reply in a heartbeat.

his eye twitches in return.“ahem—okay, so as i was saying,” standing up to his full height, he stretches out a hand towards you, staring at you softly as he does so. “we both know i adore delicate and gentle things, [name]. mimi is exactly that—hence why i didn't mind taking her in and burdened you with meeting her.”

you raise a brow. he shrugs, opting to resign upon your obvious reluctance on the matter.

“truthfully, i wished to see my two favourite companions to bond and get along with my own two eyes,” he heaves an apologetic huff, a tad bit disappointed whilst you only stare in surprise, “but if you're really uncomfortable with it then i suppose i shouldn't force you.”

he helps you up with ease when you finally put your hand on his, hastily padding off the dust that was caught in your clothes upon kneeling down.

grasping your hand comfortingly to calm your nerves, you hate that it work flawlessly upon his touch.

“let's go?”

you were about to nod—until your gaze catches the lion's once more.

...pretty eyes.

snowmoon.

your heart clenches at the realisation.

“on second thought...” you trail off, watching as the mammal sits up in anticipation at your eye contact. jing yuan raises a brow at you, “i think i'll try interacting with her.”

he huffs out a deep chuckle, “really, you don't have to—”

“mimi?” you call out, leaning sideways to look past behind your lover's tall figure. he does the same, turning his head over his shoulder to look at the same direction you're fixated on.

the lion perks up, and starts walking towards you. you grin, but not before whispering back to jing yuan,

“if she actually bites me, we're breaking up.”

“no promises.”

you finally pat the lion's head after about an hour of excessive whining it'll bite you, finally havin found the courage to actually see it as a mere domesticated cat whilst glaring daggers at the owner.

“mimi...attack that bad guy.” you point at him, face still looking smug as ever.

“she won't listen to y—” said lion pounces on him.

idek what this is fiakehwjbsksbw i cant write no more man,,,,*/proceeds to make another jingyuan drabble in google doc

[svtiddiess]

AssCoups

Synopsis: It's not your fault that your boyfriend has such a biteable ass.

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader

Genre: fluff, slight crack, established relationship

Rating: sfw

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: ass biting but nothing sexual, lemme know if I missed anything!

Note: Is this fueled by my very feral need of sinking my teeth into his ass? ...no.

Thank you always to @tusswrites for beta reading!

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You step out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed after washing away the day’s troubles. Dressed in a comfy oversized hoodie—which you may or may not have stolen from your boyfriend, Seungcheol—and a pair of shorts, you spot him lying shirtless on his stomach on the bed, lazily scrolling through his phone.

You pause, taking a moment to admire him. Even though you can only see his back, it’s still the most handsome view you’ve ever laid eyes on. Your gaze travels from his broad shoulders to his toned back, eventually landing on his undeniably plump butt. Damn, you think, his ass is huge. You hate to admit it, but it might even be bigger than yours.

Smirking, you walk over and sit down beside him, but not before giving his butt a firm squeeze. His surprised yelp makes you laugh.

"You have such a huge ass, Cheollie," you tease, giggling as he turns to look at you, his eyes wide with shock.

His cheeks flush pink as he whines in embarrassment, burying his face into the mattress. The sight only makes you laugh harder.

"It looks so juicy. Can I bite it?" You ask, grinning mischievously.

Seungcheol freezes, his head snapping up to stare at you in a mix of horror and disbelief.

"No, you weirdo!" He screeches, gently pushing you away despite his obvious mortification.

You fall back onto the mattress with a dramatic pout, still giggling at his reaction.

You sit back up, pouting and giving him your best puppy eyes.

"Please?" you plead, your voice sweet and hopeful.

"No," he replies firmly, completely unmoved by your attempt to charm him.

"C’mon, just one bite!" you whine, flailing your arms dramatically like a child mid-tantrum.

"Y/N, you are not biting my ass," he deadpans, his expression unamused.

Scowling, you flop down next to him, turning your back to him as you sulk. He chuckles at your childish antics before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a warm hug. Despite the gesture, you stay stubbornly faced away, refusing to give in.

Out of nowhere, you feel his fingers digging into your sides, tickling you mercilessly. You yelp and burst into laughter, wriggling to escape his grasp, but his hold is ironclad.

"Seungcheol! Stop!" you shriek between fits of laughter, squirming as he continues his relentless attack.

He laughs along with you, clearly enjoying your struggle, then suddenly flips the both of you so he’s hovering above you. Pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, he uses the other to keep tickling you.

"Cheol! I yield! I yield!" you cry out, your stomach aching from laughing so much.

"Do you really?" he teases, raising a brow.

"Yes! Please, I can’t take it anymore!" you plead, breathless.

Finally, he lets go, chuckling as he rolls off and lies down beside you. You take a moment to catch your breath, the room falling silent except for your heavy breathing. Turning to face him, you flash him an innocent look.

"Just one bite?" you ask again, batting your eyelashes.

Seungcheol groans, turning to you with an exasperated expression. "Princess—"

"It’s not my fault your ass looks so juicy and biteable!" you defend, throwing your hands up dramatically.

His cheeks turn a deep shade of pink, and he groans in embarrassment, hiding his face in his hands. Seizing the moment, you quickly push him onto his stomach and, before he can react, take a playful bite of his butt.

"Y/N!" he yelps, completely stunned. He flips over to look at you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

"They’re just as squishy as I imagined," you say with a devilish grin, your tone unapologetic.

His shock quickly turns into determination as he lunges at you, pinning you to the mattress. You squeak in surprise as he flips you over, pressing you down firmly.

"Cheol, what are you—" Your words trail off into a gasp as you feel him lift your hoodie and nip at your butt.

"C-Cheol!" you squeal, utterly flustered and caught off guard.

He finally lets you go, sitting back with a smug look plastered across his face. "Now we’re even," he declares, smirking triumphantly.

You stare at him, eyes wide and mouth agape, as a beat of silence passes. Then, without warning, you lunge at him again, aiming for his butt.

"Wait, no! I’m sorry!" Seungcheol yells, his voice laced with panic as he scrambles to defend himself. He’s pushed back into the mattress, throwing his hands up in a futile attempt to fend you off.

Laughing, you snap playfully at the air, dodging his grasp as he tries to grab hold of you. But Seungcheol is quick, and with a swift move, he catches your wrists, flipping you over and pinning you down on the bed once more.

"Che—" you start to protest, but your words are cut off as his lips crash into yours. The kiss is sudden and firm, momentarily making you forget everything.

His head tilts slightly, deepening the kiss, and you feel your body relaxing in his hold. When he finally pulls back, his gaze locks onto yours, his eyes soft and pleading.

"Enough with the ass biting, please?" he says, his tone almost desperate.

You pretend to think about it, letting the silence linger just long enough to enjoy his exasperated whine.

"Fine," you say with a giggle. "But only for today."

Seungcheol lets out a relieved sigh, grateful for the temporary truce, though the thought of future "mischief" visibly weighs on him. His grip on your wrists loosens, and one hand moves to gently cup your face while the other rests on your hip.

"Thank you," he murmurs softly before leaning down to kiss you again. This time, the kiss is slower and more passionate, and it sends sparks coursing through your entire body.

Your hands, now free, wander down his back, eventually making their way to his butt. Without hesitation, you give it a firm squeeze mid-kiss.

Seungcheol pulls back with a startled yelp, staring at you in utter disbelief.

"Y/N!" he exclaims, his voice a mix of shock and resignation.

You laugh unabashedly, your grin mischievous. "I couldn’t resist!"

"You’re seriously a handful," he sighs, shaking his head in mock defeat.

"But you still love me," you tease, a playful glint in your eyes.

"Unfortunately," he mutters, though his lips curl into a small smile before he leans in again. This time, he kisses you deeply, pinning your wrists firmly to the bed to keep them far away from his vulnerable backside.

Little does Seungcheol know; you might have just discovered a new obsession with his perfectly plump butt.

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