#octopus! hobie

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Sun and Moon

Sea Witch! Hobie x mermaid! reader

Inspired by 🪦 anon after a discussion on @the-kr8tor 's blog. Thank you!

Part(s): Prologue/Chapter one, ???

Word count: 2,232

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Bottles and vials clink together. It’s a sound you’ve come to love as you scribble in your notebook. Pearls coated in luminescent algae overhead so you can see your work. Held together by strings of silk or seaweed.

You sneak a glance at him. Watching as he mixes together a new concoction before quickly looking down and pretending to write when in all reality there’s an out of place squiggle on the page. You wait a few minutes before bringing your attention back to the man you love. A fishing net around his waist (a new addition) that holds together his black robe. Neck littered with random trinkets, shells, and pearls.

Sighing softly you rest your chin in your palm. The sketch of him long forgotten as you admire the real thing. This time you don’t shy away when he looks over his shoulder.

Hobie laughs softly, “caught you…” His eyes sparkling as he sets down his tools. Swimming over to your side he towers over you (quite easily I might add) as he reaches down. Gently, he rubs his thumb over your jaw. “What are you thinking about guppy? Me?”

Bubbles leave your lips as you laugh. Playfully pushing his hand away but it’s soon replaced by his own lips as he leans down. Peppering kisses to every inch of skin he can reach.

“Yes and-” You laugh louder as he changes to blowing raspberries against your neck. “-no! And if you don’t stop I won’t tell you anything!”

Hobie, of course, ignores this and wraps his tentacles around your waist. Bringing you closer until you’re effectively trapped. The only portion of you left uncovered are your fins. Flailing weakly against the water.

“I could just force it out of you my love,” he grins. The pearls in his hair shining under the dim light that managed to squeeze through a crack in the cave. You’ll never get tired of the way his eyes glow, even under the sunlight. Like gold rings of fire that you’ve seen on the mainland.

“You could,” you muse,“but are you going to?”

He stares.

You stare right back.

Then he clicks his tongue and loosens his grip but only enough to allow you to shift around to lay against him. The telltale sign being his hand placed over your naval.

You follow his motions without protest and eventually you both settle into the comfort of your bed full of kelp and sea sponge. His chin resting atop your head as he wraps his arms around your waist. Immediately tracing the outline of gold in your scales ever so gently.

“Alright, on with it. What did I do this time?”

Hobie relishes in your laugh. If he could, he would bottle up the sound and keep it tucked away for the days you’re away. He wishes he could finally convince you to stay but he wouldn’t think of ever getting in the way of your dream. For now, the daily visits would suffice.

“I was just thinking…about the day we met.”

“The day we met?” He repeats. Chuckling as he moves to bury his nose into the crook of your neck. “What about it lovie? Are you missing the days where my hair was longer?”

Your eyes glaze over the scar on your tail. The scales surrounding it are a bit discolored but iridescent nonetheless.

You reach for his hands wanting to seek the same feeling you felt all those months ago. Tending to you. Even the rings on his fingers are the same except for one on his left hand. The peridot matching the one around your neck. He glady intertwines your fingers.

“You did look quite rugged,” you tease.

His chest rumbles beneath your back. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

You inhale sharply.“Anyway-”

“No, no, we’re coming back to that.”

You shush him while petting one of his tentacles and he practically melts into jelly. Accepting defeat he moves another tentacle to caress your fin. You chuckle at the gesture. He might as well be a sea urchin.

“I was just wondering, what would have happened if you hadn’t found me.”

He pauses, taking his hand and lifting your chin so he can look into your eyes. “Why are you thinking about that?” You can practically feel him frowning. “Are you-”

“No,” you answer quickly. Smiling softly to reassure him. “I’m not. I feel safe with you.”

Hobie scans your face for any sign of a lie. Knowing how stubborn you can be when admitting to having nightmares again.

“I mean it love,” you laugh. Shaking your head as you poked his nose. “Don’t look so distressed. I’m referring to how much you’ve changed my life.”

He quirks a brow and you can’t help but laugh harder. Seems you have some convincing to do.

It’s not easy recalling some memories from the past but you can’t have light, without the darkness. Much like Hobie can’t be without his sun and you, can’t be without your moon.

Chapter one - Lost

Scavengers were the absolute bane of your existence. For weeks, weeks, you’ve been sourcing red seaweed. Rare red seaweed. Because greed and pollution seem to infect every corner of the sea now. It’s specifically ordered to be used as parchment for royal records and as the kingdom’s archivist it’s your duty to provide. You would lose your job in an instant if someone, anyone, found you unfit to continue guarding documents that are as old as the man who calls himself your superior.

You can’t lose the one chance you have to advance into a position you actually enjoy. So if it takes you another decade of stocking scrolls and collecting algae, so be it! But you can’t do that if you don’t figure out some way to get the remaining seaweed.

There isn’t much you can do except probe the regular patrons of the library for any leads. They seem to pity you with how their eyes follow you as you sift through maps that you already know like the back of your hand. You’re hoping a new path will magically appear on the page when you blink.

It’s hours before you finally stop and rest. You don’t think you’ve swam this much in months.

“A witch?” A voice whispers.

You sit up straighter on the bed of sponge you’re sitting on. Leaning over to see past the spiral staircase of stone. There’s a woman— scratch that—two women along with a small girl. The young mermaid sucking on her thumb as her eyes traced over the coral chandelier.

Witches weren’t…unheard of but it’s not like you believed in such stories. They were just tactics used to scare children into eating their clams and keeping them away from deeper water.

The stories claim witches have golden irises that can turn you into seafoam with just one glance. A voice so enchanting that they use it to lure sailors just as much as they would merfolk. The only positive thing you’ve heard over the years is their ability to heal but even that came at a price.

You sit back into your original position. Making bubble rings and watching them make their way to the surface.

The women are talking in hushed tones that you deem unnecessary with how vacant the library is. You close your eyes as you continue to listen in. Gossip is normally beneath you but you need a laugh after how long a day you had. Honestly, you’re only taking bits and pieces of information until you hear one word, apothecary. And it’s like it all clicks into place.

“An apothecary!” You laugh before promptly slapping your hand over your mouth.

How could you be so stupid? An apothecary! There were several of them strewn about. Most abandoned as the men and women who practiced lived inside the kingdom now. In the past however, they always grew their own stock to avoid having to pay merchants or hire a forager. If you can find just one, that should be enough to satisfy the king’s order. What’s even better is it’s entirely possible you’ll be able to regrow what was stolen. It’s the best solution you could have asked for.

By some miracle your ‘aha’ moment isn’t heard. Neither is the flick of your fins as you sneak past the trio. You really don’t want to try to justify your eavesdropping and you’re sure they don’t want to discuss the existence of something only known to be in folklore with a very skeptical scholar.

The water rushing by your ears blocks out the rest of their conversation. Only the statues bear witness about the abandoned apothecary the witch inhabits.

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That night you gather a sickle, a ration pack, and a bag with plenty of room to stuff bundles of seaweed into. A map tucked into the outside pocket.

There were six apothecaries in total, all surrounding the castle at varying distances. There’s a chance the ones closest have already been raided so you decide to venture further out towards the ones in the south. You’re both excited and terrified to be venturing out on your own but maybe this will prove you are capable.

When the sun rises, you’re already out the door. Compass in hand as you swim around the castle gates.

You are in complete awe at everything you see. Tall stalks of coral the size of ships and fish so bright you have to stop and admire them. You try not to get too distracted but with the number of things you see you lose your way. Heading East, toward the dark sea.

After what feels like hours you arrive at the mouth of a cavern. So large it almost seems to come to life as the shadow cast from the sun moves low. Fish swimming in and out like it was sucking and spitting them out.

Flipping open the map you stare at pathways. Tilting your head to try to make sense of the markings. There is an obvious seal at the edge of the cave but the image is practically scratched off so you can’t identify it. Your compass, as it turns out, is left unusable as it spins in every direction. Obviously, this isn’t good news but did you really risk all of this just to return home empty handed?

You swallow thickly as you stare down into the cave. It can’t be…too far. Can it?

Circling the entrance you gnaw on your thumb. Turning away to face the already rising moon. You weren’t expecting to stay out all day but you have enough supplies to tide you over for the night. You’re not completely inexperienced.

A deep rumble echoes through the water and you pause. Eyes darting to the cave again and darkness stares right back but it dawns on you as you feel the current shift that it wasn’t coming from inside.

This was wrong. You shouldn’t be here.

The fish dart away to any available crevice along with the vibrant anemone that sink back into themselves. Another hum reaches your ears but you can’t bring yourself to look behind you.

Shaking you count to ten then twenty before a shadow is cast overhead. The sea is silent. Nothing moves, nothing breathes except…

A leviathan.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

You choke back a sob. It reeks of death. Jaws stained with blood, fresh blood as it dissipates into the sea.

Stories filter through your mind at a mile a minute. You were told about great adventurers. Of their bravery and cunning against giants like the leviathan but you feel neither brave or prepared.

For the first time you hear your heartbeat. You weren’t even aware that, that was possible. Maybe it was a form of mercy, feeling your lifeforce before it was stripped from you.

It’s waiting. You can see it. Its eyes have never left yours. Its pupils so dark it reminds you of the sky. Above the surface of what you call home.

You make the mistake of looking away and everything happens in an instant.

You scream and it bellows as it strikes. Hot rushes of pain erupt with every flick of its head as it tries to swallow you whole. Jagged rocks digging into your skin as your hands bleed from smashing against its teeth. Your fear only doubles as it takes you deeper into the cave you were so hesitant to even look at. You can’t see, just feel and hear the monster that’s in front of you.

You wish you hadn’t tried to fight back. You wish you were home. You wish it had killed you quicker.

You’re so disoriented that the flashes of light that spark into your vision you mistake for the sun. The heat of each bang doing nothing to aid the tears in your body.

The leviathan roars and with each smash of glass it shrinks back until eventually it flees. Thick tail hitting the walls of stone and breaking just the surface.

You hear sounds above the calamity, words that you can’t make out because you think it’s finally over. You can rest now.

Gentle hands run over your body as you lose consciousness. Holding onto you like you were as precious as a pearl. Rings of gold are the last thing you see.

[why-i-love-comics]

Spider-Punk: Arms Race #2 (2024)

written by Cody Ziglar art by Justin Mason & Morry Hollowell

[daresplaining]

Preview for Spider-Punk: Arms Race #3 by Cody Ziglar, Justin Mason, Morry Hollowell, Rico Renzi, and Travis Lanham, in stores today!

[fiepige]

Seabeast Hobie Moodboard

GIF Credits: @sushi-stims, @pridesquishy, @helium-stims,@gloomystims, @zoeinflowers, @fluffygif, @glasseyeartspy and @gaasublarb

[heckcareoxytwit]

A preview of Spider-Punk: Arms Race #4

SPIDER-PUNK: ARMS RACE #4

ARMED AND DANGEROUS! The climactic battle between the SPIDER-BAND and DOC OCK takes off! Witness the most CINEMATIC battle this year! Here’s hoping Earth-138 has a DAMAGE CONTROL!

LEGACY #9

Written by: Cody Ziglar Art by: Justin Mason Cover by: Takashi Okazaki Page Count: 32 Pages Release Date: May 29, 2024

[elmo-has-a-trex-anda-gofish-card]

ok, spoilers of spiderman across de spider-verse ahead.

btw, english is not my first language, beware of the spelling or smth :v

my friend ( @casualghostgooppsychic ) and i have been theorising and we have been identifying and connecting things in this film.

we know that the spider that bite miles 1610 was suposed to bite miles from earth 42 (as we see in this image)

brought by the spot/the werid corporation thingy from kingpin. and we know that, by doing this, miles 1610 exchanged destiny with miles 42 whom was suposed to be spiderman and instead turned out to be the prowler. I've read a post (from @ghost-in-the-corner) where shesaid we can see in this image where miles 1610 destiny was set when he met peter 1610 or he exchanged (kind of) the role with that peter

Also, we can see that in the explanation given by the spot, that they got the spider to travel dimensions via that portal thingy and that they probaby got more bc we can see in this image

that he's got in this kind of office (still don't know if its his or not) a lot of spiders that hes got on boxes, some with some without spiders. We could reckon that they got more than one radioactive spider [we counted 14 boxes and 5 spiders visible and a shadow more or less :)] out of their "canon" universe, preventing possible people from becoming spider-people and we can also suspect that he could have released more than one spider into other dimensions making more that one spider-people each or in dimensions where spider-people arn't supposed to exist (like we've seen with the avengers in no way home, where Maguire and Garfield spidermans don't have any avengers in their dimensions/universes)

Furthermore, in an interview with Hailee Steinfeld (voice of Gwen) she said that we could find a trans flag with "protect trans kids" in Gwen's room and a BLM pin in Miles bag.

We also suspect that with the trans flag they may have implied something about Gwen gender or Peters (from Gwens universe bc of their friendship),. But then, in the scene at the end where she talks with her father and her hair changes colours, they made the bigender flag (idk if it's the official or the old one, but that's what google showed me when i searched for the color scheme)

And, i mean, i can perfectly say that i can see miles 1610 say "don't watch the mouth, watch the hands" before scaping miles and aaron 42.

[bearfoottruck]

Oh, I forgot to mention that on Sunday night, I FINALLY watched Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, and it was probably the WILDEST Spider-Man movie I've ever watched! The plot was very interesting, the animation style was eye-catching, and I liked the characters, especially Peni Parker and Fem!Doc Ock. Actually, Peni Parker really stole the show.

[soranatus]

Spider-Punk (2024) #1 cover art by Takashi Okazaki, with writer, Cody Ziglar, and series artist, Justin Mason

This new volume will be a four-issue miniseries that explores what happens when Hobie goes up against the combined might of Justin Hammer and Doctor Octopus. Here's Marvel's official description for the series: In a world without NORMAN OSBORN, SPIDER-PUNK REIGNS! This ain't no victory lap though – as HOBIE BROWN and team try to rebuild society, JUSTIN HAMMER & DOCTOR OTTO OCTAVIUS have other plans... like introducing the world to the SPIDER-SLAYING SENTINELS! Cody Ziglar (MILES MORALES: SPIDER-MAN) & Justin Mason (SPIDER-MAN 2099: DARK GENESIS) reunite to bring the Brooklyn boy back with the whole crew you know and love! Grab your boots, your instruments, your amps and LET'S GO!

[rexlroze]

Jejckekfke

ayou have to be very kinky about everything. If you see an opening to make a smexy reference, do it.

Be fucking weird in general

Be stupid

Wkkfkwkgiekvkekkfek idk (implying rule 3 rn)

- tips and tricks to be Roze, the art of oogway

Do all these correctly and you'll get there one day🤭

No pain no gain

Deep sea witch Hobie hugging Reader with all his tentacles

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OMGGG!!!!! SO ADORABLE 😍😍😍 YOU CAN BARELY SEE R HAHHAHAHAHHAHA

Oh to be cuddled by my deep sea witch bf 🥴🥴

@pinksugarscrub tagging u bc u might want to see this!

[hobiebrownismygod]

A short cuddling with Hobie headcanon?? <3

This was so fun to write!! Thx for requesting <3

Cuddling with Hobie was always your favorite part of the day

Morning cuddles, although welcomed, always end up with you being late for work or chores

It’ll start normally, with you waking up in his arms, your face pressed into his chest

But the moment you try to move away, his arms will wrap around you like an octopus

He’ll hold you so tight that you can barely breathe while he pulls you back in

When you try a second time, silently hoping he’ll let you go, you end up with him on top of you, suffocating you with his weight

he’ll snore quietly, only half awake while he nuzzles your face in your neck

You’re forced to wait until he wakes up (after 12 pm) before you can get out

Or…you could fight your way out

which you were forced to do on days you had work or someplace to be

but that almost never worked

because he’d simply give you a pitiful, puppy-eyed look and you’d feel so guilty that you’d give him another ten minutes to hold you before you left (it ends up being longer than ten minutes)

Nighttime cuddles were definitely a step-up

at the end of the day, when it’d gotten dark and the two of you were tired

he’d pull you back into his arms and sigh quietly, stroking your hair while he asked you to tell him about your day

And you’d talk and talk while he smiled and laughed, listening so intently when you looked up at him you couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world

The two of you would smile at each other for a silent moment, an exchange of unspoken words flowing between, before he’d nuzzle your face with his nose and ask you to “keep talkin’”

eventually, he’d end up falling asleep first like he always did, and you’d kiss him a few times on his face before snuggling up next to him

it always took you a little longer to fall asleep, but it’d end up being worth it

because it allowed for you to watch his expression for a while, kissing his face gently and smiling whenever his eyebrows raised up or his nose scrunched in response

sometimes you’d accidentally wake him, but he didn’t mind

he simply smile at you and pull you a little closer, burying his face in your hair and humming under his breath

eventually you would fall asleep, happy, and content with the fact that the cycle would continue the next day

and you’d get to wake up next to him again <3

this ended up not being that short, sorry, but I hope you enjoyed it!!

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Chapter 27

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: slight implications of unhealthy eating habits

Words: 3352

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Holding you close to his chest, Namjoon let his lips brush up against your neck, only a small bit away from your scent gland. You let him take care of you, the alpha gentle with you in his arms.

It didn't take much longer before a knock sounded, making most of you look up. With the packalpha's arms holding you even closer, gently moving your face into the crook of his neck.

Inside came a soft call from a woman's voice about having some of the ordered meals already delivered. Yoongi, who sat closest to the doors, went over, murmuring thanks, before he took the two paper bags of delivery.

It wasn't everything by no means, but a part of their meal had arrived, so he placed it on the coffee table. Taehyung and Jungkook were the quickest to look over what was inside.

Taking one bag each, they both started pulling out the things inside, with a box of four corndogs first to be opened. They looked quite appetizing, with a bit of ketchup and sugar sprinkled on each one.

„Oh wah...” Jin mumbled, taking one right away before the youngest even got around to it. „Hyung! Bunbun gets the first one! Sweetie, choose which one looks the best, baby."

Jungkook whined softly, frowning at the eldest. Chuckling nervously, the alpha placed the corn dog back in the packaging, letting the young alpha show you the small paper box.

„It's ok-okay, thank you, Oppa." You said softly, your hands tightening onto Namjoon's, the packalpha returned the gesture right away.

Letting your head rest up against his collarbone again, Jungkook sighed softly, placing the package down, his hands wrapping gently around your cheeks.

Turning your face towards him, the alpha's face was filled with concern. He didn't feel right having you not eat while they did. The youngest understood that it most likely wasn't just you not being truly hungry either.

You had been eating so well the whole time, and he was worried about what triggered this. Have you been just feeling too anxious in the building? There were many people you didn't know around, was that it?

Kissing your forehead gently, he smiled softly at you. „It's okay, my little bunny. Don't worry, baby, okay? He whispered softly, letting his fingers gently caress your cheeks.

„How about onigiri kitty? Look what alpha ordered for you, sweet kitten." Handing you a plastic package already opened for you, the second eldest smiled softly at you, his eyes gentle on your form.

Reaching out for the small box, he placed it in your palms—the nicely stacked up rice triangles with neat rows of sushi - there was cooked shrimp, squid and octopus, salmon rue, a shrimp roll, and avocado, eel, and crab hosomaki too.

When they noticed the way your home cuisine sparked a bit of interest in you, Hobi was quick to reach for a pair of chopsticks laying around, breaking them apart for you before he handed them to you.

„Here, sunshine, have a taste, bub.” He smiled softly at you, ruffling up your hair before he quickly tamed it back down, chuckling gently.

Hovering over the takeout for a second, you chose to eat a few of the sushi rolls first, chewing on the crab one first; the colour was intriguing.

Breathing out softly, Namjoon let his lips linger on top of your head for a few good seconds, gently running his hands up and down your arms.

„Thank you, pup.” He whispered softly, watching you fondly while you ate a little bit from the takeout. The packmembers felt their hearts calm down a little bit, and they themselves dug in—another two bags arriving in the mean time.

„Here, princess, take a bite for alpha... It's really tasty, isn't it? You like it, baby? Have some more, my precious little thing."

Jimin gently urged you on, placing the box full of chicken marinated in some sauce and udon noodles hidden underneath, sprinkled with sesame seeds on top of your lap.

He didn't give you the chopstics, picking up a small bite-sized piece himself before he gently moved it to you with a hand underneath, making sure you wouldn't get dirty.

Smiling widely at you and chewing with a satisfied face, the alpha was quick to feed you a bunch of the udon noodles, but when you gently placed the box back in his hands, he only smiled gently.

„Peaches, sweetie, taste this; it's really nice, hm? It's soft and chewy; you'll like it, alpha promises.” Letting you bite into the large, filed-up dumpling, you nodded a little, satisfied with the taste.

You couldn't really tell what the filling was, but there was definitely a bit of beef. It was tasty, but after you chewed everything up, you didn't feel like eating much more.

Sipping on the pink drink you received not long ago, you all enjoyed the lunch together, everyone munching on something.

Declining the offered bites of pizza, noodles, and cucumber salad, you rested back up against Namjoon, the packalpha pulling you to himself gently.

With your stomach feeling full, you felt cosy enough to let your eyes flutter shut. Noticing your tired and sleepy eyes, he left his scent cloud over with calming pheromones, one of the attributes brought in by being an alpha.

His pack members noticed the difference in his scent immediately, looking over as if they thought something was wrong. Seeing you just cuddling up to the man as he helped you rest fully, had them calm down, the alphas soon following suit.

And so, the room changed it's whole aroma into a soft, calm, sleepy-like den. Namjoon finished up the bite of his pizza before he rested back himself, gently caressing your temples and hair.

It didn't take too long for you to fall asleep, having them notice the way your breathing slowed down and turned more soft, your scent going down in intensity.

Placing the plastic cup you still held back on the coffee table, Jungkook smiled gently at you, his eyes lingering on your form for a moment.

„Hyung,... I want Y/N as our 'mega." The youngest whispered, looking up at the packalpha. Namjoon smiled widely, chuckling at the sudden confession.

To be truthful, it was quite unnatural for the young alpha to get attached so quickly; since he was the youngest, he got cared for for a long time, even though he discovered his second gender pretty much just as they debuted and formed a pack.

Jungkook struggled sometimes with it, agitated that his packmates would feel the need to take care of him—he didn't need it after all; he was an alpha and therefore could take care of himself well enough.

But still, with the packmembers often pampering him a little bit, have it be teasing or not, he grew used to it for a few years, his naturally dominant side hiding for a while.

The youngest struggled getting to know different girls and getting attached to them; no matter how many omegas their company offered them, none of them felt right, whether they were older or younger than him, girls or not—it just didn't work.

He would sometimes think that it didn't matter if it felt right or not; since he technically couldn't know how it would feel when the puzzle pieces fell together, how could he know this wasn't how it would go?

Still, over the years, Jungkook always felt weird, taking care of omegas or even betas, even though it should have fulfilled any of his urges.

Now that he was maturing, he felt his second gender side growing more calm and collected, not as overpowering as once before, even though he was still quite far from being fully ready for bigger steps in his life.

And when he saw you, when he noticed your scent, the alpha realised that none of what was before mattered anymore—you were there now, and he knew this was right.

Mating and marking you would be a step in the future, that was certain, but every good pack would keep the courting process long and slow; it was important to not overwhelm the omegas.

Oftentimes not the most caring alphas would mate the first heat that would strike, and after that, their ruts would alight with their omegas if it hadn't happened earlier due to the long scent exposure.

The courting was important for many reasons, as once mated and marked, the omegas would truly be a part of the pack, and getting rid off the attachment wasn't too easy.

Getting to know each other was, of course, one of the more social aspects of courting, but the process consisted of getting used to the sudden adjustments more importantly.

They might have a completely different diet, they might struggle with health issues, mental or physical, or the alpha might have a too demanding job and would then struggle to take care of the omega in much need.

While supporting a family financially, for a good, understanding alpha, the support would come through actions more.

They have to show the omega they can take care of them, whether it be by cooking, buying them new things, cuddling and hugs, or scenting—everything was at play.

And after many tiring and stressful years, Jungkook finally had the sweet opportunity to express that he was, in fact, a good alpha. He could care for you and support any of your needs and wishes; he was able to provide.

Now that it didn't feel forced to do and came to him so naturally, he knew you would be the one for him, the most important and sweetest.

„I know Kook-ah; I want her as our 'mega too.” Namjoon answered truthfully, smiling softly at the younger alpha before he turned his eyes back to you.

„We should get the den started... It could be a sweet surprise; get it done without kitty knowing." Yoongi whispered gently, resting his back himself while he closed his eyes, his head thrown back in thought.

„I looked at more bed frames that are online; we can choose one together later. We could start decorating the room in the meantime." Hobi answered, opening one of the windows on his phone.

There was a luxury furniture website opened, with a tab called 'DEN ESSENTIALS' showing. The alpha has already filtered the search.

Apart from the regular colour and material options to choose from, there was also a way to narrow down the search for the right bed set by the number of packmembers.

After all, they would want to go back to the den just for you, but if the bed wouldn't fit everyone quite right, it wouldn't be comfortable enough to yearn for it.

The room was large enough, and the alphas have been planning on stretching out the bed from pretty much wall to wall. They might add bedside tables, though.

They didn't truly discuss the design of the room yet, but even if they didn't, they all knew your wants and needs were the most important.

While Yoongi probably wouldn't be the happiest in a room full of Hello Kitties and Cinnamonrolls, as he would sleep on a My Melody pillow, if you wanted to have a den bright and pastel themed, he would never complain.

After all, as long as you would build a nest for them, which, considering how much more and more sleepy and cuddly you were getting with them over the days, shouldn't take too long, they would gladly rest at any place of the planet.

It was an old saying that any alpha will sleep anywhere under the sun, as long as they have their omega with them, and there was for sure a bit of truth in it.

„I asked pup about what type of bedframe she liked the best the last time we went to the store; she prefers the wooden forms.”

„Yeah, those are much more classy; they are more traditional too.”The eldest alpha answered, nodding gently.

He remembered one of his classmates from when he went to school. The student was considered fairly cool and popular, for he had already established himself a pack back then, even though he was still very young and, quite frankly, immature.

The frat boy had two omegas with him, and Jin always felt slightly bad for them, noticing the way his classmate would oftentimes treat them. The disrespect was unimaginable.

But still, since their scents aligned so well, the four mates pack, consisting of one more beta, had formed while they were all still fairly young, the beta being the oldest, 20.

And after the information went around the school, considering the students were still around 18 years old at the oldest, it was a thing that made the boy quite literally famous.

Jin never spoke to him too much; his scent fell sour on his nose, and since they were both alphas and Seokjin was very pretty, putting him in an equally popular spot, the classmate never really approached him, the two alphas choosing to never interact.

He did hear him talk to a few of the 'friends' he gathered around himself, laughing loudly about how they broke the bedframe last night since it was only metal and didn't hold up during his oh so strong rut.

Jin felt slightly sick to his stomach, worried about the two, probably frightened omegas, but even when he tried to erase the image of that alpha in rut from his mind, he never truly managed, a nasty memory.

„Should we paint the room too? It's just white now.” Taehyung asked, thinking about the interior. He was a great fashionista, but room decor wasn't really where he felt his strongest.

„Maybe dark grey? I think it would be best if we kept the place dark and cosy; it should help princess sleep better, especially if she will be napping." The alpha said softly, thinking himself.

„Yea, I agree. I think our best bet is to make it easy to sleep in. It's a den after all; we can worry about details later. As long as little pup likes it, it's all good.” The packalpha murmured, patting your head gently.

The packmates rested back for a few more minutes, until Jin got a call. Since his phone was on silent mode, the ringtone didn't sound, and so, you were kept in your sweet dreamland, while the eldest got told about Sejin already waiting in the meeting room.

He ended the call soon, sighing out, while he started to pack up the empty food boxes—they seriously ate like hyenas sometimes.

While helping around, the rest of the alphas sorted through everything quickly, going from the room to the hall to sort everything in the right bin, making sure to recycle.

„Baby? Sweetheart, my little pup, wake up now. Alphas have to go see Sejin-Hyung. Come on now, sweet baby." Gently coaxing you from sleep, you fluttered your eyes open, Namjoon's dimples showing.

Going to rub your eye, Jimin interweaved your fingers with his instead, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles in a sweet gesture.

Yawning softly, you were still tired, but let yourself be pulled up again. The packalpha slowly placed you on the ground, making sure you weren't so tired you wouldn't stay steady.

Smiling widely at your sleepy state, Jimin ran his fingers through your hair, letting Yoongi come by and take your other palm in his. The older alpha tutted at how messy your hair was, combing it down so it sat neat and pretty.

„There, kitty, hold alpha's hand now, okay? Let's go, little kitten." Gently pecking your temple, Yoongi pulled you behind himself, Jimin walking next to you.

With the other pack members all coming with you, the pack soon piled back to the meeting room they went to this morning. This time, there were much fewer people involved—only the same man and other one.

Smiling gently at you all, Yoongi softly pulled you along, letting you sit down before he and Jimin both took a seat on each side of you.

The room had a strong light on, and with how sleepy and tired you still felt, you just wanted to go back to the soft, warm place Namjoon had tucked you away to, and go rest some more.

„I prepared the documents for you guys. Read them through and sign them.” Sejin said smoothly, handing Hoseok, the one sitting at the corner, a stack of stapled papers.

Each taking one and passing the tower of files along, all of the alphas started reading through it, though Namjoon looked up at his manager first.

„Hyung, would it be possible to take Y/N with us to The Soop?” Sejin looked over, his expression unreadable, for a few seconds.

Resting fully in his chair, the manager sighed out in thought, thinking about everything.

„I mean... As long as everyone is okay with Y/N being on camera, I suppose it would be okay. There should be enough room for everyone still.” No one spoke right away, the packmembers turning to you.

You looked up to Yoongi, the alpha's hand taking in yours, not worried about the situation they were in. You nodded a little bit; it couldn't be that bad, right?

„It's ok-okay, if you stay with me, oppas." You whispered softly, Jimin smiling widely, happy to hear your gentle confession. His heart did a little flip, the alpha realising that you found comfort in him.

„Well, in such a case, you would have to reveal that you have started the courting process before we air the series.” The other manager, whom the packmates obviously knew well but had never introduced, said softly, eyes lingering on your timid form for a little bit.

The man realised that bringing you to the industry quite suddenly could be a bit of an issue, but considering how well the packmembers were to you, he also realised that you were doing exceptionally well.

„It will be aired at the end of June, and we are leaving to record by the start of May, so before then. Sejin said, sighing gently. He could imagine you being mated to them by then, but nothing could be certain.

And if you were revealed as only courted at the moment, some bad stuff could go down, and he didn't want that to happen to any of you.

„That's o-okay...” You said it softly, squeezing both of the alphas hands gently. The pack members smiled at your answer, proud that you would take a step forward like that.

„Alright. I will get the file ready for you too, then, okay? You can sign it later, don't worry.” You nodded happily, realising that you wouldn't be there to truly shoot a show yourself, instead tagging along as a companion.

Namjoon knew that Sejin wouldn't let much of the cameras linger on you, and your face might be censored the whole time too, but that didn't matter.

The fans they had would understand and want what makes them happy to happen, and since it was you, the true ARMYs would be more than happy for them.

Deciding to go into it with such a mindset calmed the packalpha down. Sure, he felt a slight worry at the thought of your reaction to receiving a negative response to being courted by them.

It wouldn't be because of who you truly were if that happened, though; it would be something that would happen because you were courted by them, not anyone else.

The alpha felt a pang of guild strike him straight through his heart, but considering how excited you were about the whole In The Soop series, he couldn't linger on it for too long.

You were a sweet little thing, and they would keep you protected, making sure you wouldn't feel bad for any of the unreasonable hate you could possibly receive.

The alphas were ready to tuck you away from the world into their arms and wouldn't let any harm come your way.

Smiling softly, the packalpha opened the file, starting to read through it.

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[mrsvante]

Class of ‘69

pairing: hoseok x female oc

genre: class reunion au, friends to lovers, romcom

summary: hoseok and gahee were the ultimate high school oddballs—chubby goofball meets nerdy wallflower, bonded by awkward moments and bad cafeteria food. until time and distance pulled them apart.

fast forward ten years, and life has seriously leveled them up.the night before their high school reunion, they meet at a bar—except they don't recognize each other. flirty banter? check. off the charts chemistry? double check. one steamy, no strings attached hookup in the bathroom? ...oops.

cut to the reunion, where their eyes meet across the room, and bam—realization hits like an embarrassing yearbook photo. as they navigate nosy classmates, cringey memories, and some seriously awkward tension, one question remains: was their wild night a hilarious mistake... or the perfect setup for a second chance?

warnings: hoseok is sexy af, bullying, misunderstandings, oc is chaotic, cringy old classmates

word count: 3,898

The Good Kind of Trouble

There’s a particular kind of cruelty reserved for high school kids—the way they zero in on insecurities like vultures circling a wounded animal. You remember it well because you were their favorite target.

You were twelve years old when you first realized you were an outsider. You sat in the corner of the cafeteria with a book propped up against your tray, quietly reading while the rest of the world buzzed around you. Your mom always packed you elaborate lunches—bento boxes filled with kimbap, fruit cut into stars, and little handwritten notes telling you how much she loved you.

You thought it was sweet. The other kids thought it was hilarious.

“Is that octopus in your lunch, Kwon?” someone sneered as they walked by. A hand shot out, knocking over your juice box. Laughter followed.

“Leave her alone,” a boy’s voice said.

You looked up to see Hoseok, the chubby kid from gym class, standing with his arms crossed and a determined look on his face. He was red faced and sweating, probably from chasing the bus earlier that morning—he always cut it too close.

“Are you gonna cry, too, chubster?” another kid mocked.

Hoseok didn’t cry.

He simply grabbed his own tray, plopped down next to you, and said loud enough for everyone to hear, “What’s wrong with octopus? It’s better than that soggy pizza you eat every day.”

From that day forward, Hoseok became your person. The two of you were inseparable, united by a shared love of bad jokes, obscure trivia, and a mutual disdain for the rest of your classmates. You were each other’s safe haven, a buffer against the relentless teasing. It didn’t matter how cruel the world outside was because when you were together, it felt like you could survive anything.

You remember sneaking out of P.E. class together, hiding behind the bleachers while everyone else suffered through the mile run.

“They’ll notice we’re gone,” you whispered.

“Nah,” Hoseok huffed, still out of breath from the warm-up. “They expect us to come in last anyway. We’ll just jog in dramatically at the end and say we were pacing ourselves.”

You did exactly that. No one even questioned it.

Then there was the time in eighth grade when you both tried to dress up for picture day, hoping to finally get a school photo where you didn’t look like deer in headlights. You wore a skirt your mom picked out, and Hoseok slicked back his hair with enough gel to make it look bulletproof.

“We look amazing,” he said confidently as you both checked your reflections in a classroom window.

“We look ridiculous,” you corrected.

When the photos came out, his hair had flopped forward in weird chunks, and you blinked at the exact moment the camera flashed. The next day, he shoved his wallet-sized photo into your locker, the back scribbled with, ‘At least we match. – Hobi’

And then there was the night of the school dance—one neither of you planned on attending until you heard a rumor that the class president had rigged the votes for king and queen.

Naturally, you both showed up with the sole intention of causing a little chaos.

Hoseok spent the night sneaking way too many cookies from the dessert table while you orchestrated a plan to unplug the speakers right before the winners were announced. In the end, you chickened out, but Hoseok still declared the night a success when the two of you slow danced dramatically to a song neither of you knew, twirling across the gym floor like you were in a ballroom instead of a poorly decorated school cafeteria.

“When we’re famous, people are going to love this story,” he joked.

“Famous for what?” you asked.

“Dunno. Something cool.”

You laughed at the time, but now, years later, as you sit at a bar in a city far from home, the memory stings.

So why does it feel like a lifetime ago?

Now, as you sit at the bar nursing your second gin and tonic, you wonder if those same kids would even recognize you. Platinum hair, a statement red lip, and an expensive black dress that clings to your curves—you look nothing like the awkward wallflower you used to be. This version of you is confident, cool, and entirely unapproachable.

At least, that’s the hope.

The bartender slides a drink toward you, accompanied by a knowing smirk. “This one’s on the guy at the end of the bar.”

Your gaze follows his nod to the man seated at the far end. Tall, lean, and dressed in an inconspicuously expensive sweater and Louis bomber that hasn’t even hit the runway yet, he’s the kind of man you’d usually steer clear of. Too good looking. Too confident. Too dangerous. But tonight, there’s something about him. The way he leans back against the bar, swirling his drink lazily, like he’s already sized up the room and deemed it unworthy of his full attention.

He catches you looking, and his smirk shifts into something a beaming smile, something meant just for you.

Against your better judgment, you pick up your drink and walk over.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say, setting your glass on the bar beside him.

He takes a sip of his whiskey, his eyes trailing lazily over you in a way that makes your skin feel too warm. “And miss out on talking to the most beautiful woman in this place?”

The corners of your lips twitch despite yourself. “Should I be flattered or suspicious?”

“That depends,” he says, tilting his head slightly. “Are you always this cautious when accepting free drinks?”

“It’s not caution—it’s self preservation.”

His chuckle is bright, warm, and entirely too tempting. “Then consider it my good deed for the evening.”

You roll your eyes, though your pulse skips under his gaze. “You know, buying a drink doesn’t guarantee you a conversation.”

“I know.” He leans closer, his voice dipping. “But I couldn’t resist.”

For the first time in years, someone leaves you speechless. You’re not sure if it’s the whiskey in his glass or the confidence in his tone, but you find yourself leaning in, too.

“Got a name mister good deed?”

He hesitates, his smile faltering for a fraction of a second before recovering. “Jay.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Jay? That’s not suspicious at all.”

He laughs again, and this time, you catch the way his dimple peeks out, softening his sharp jawline. “And you?”

“Lia,” you lie smoothly, the name slipping out like second nature.

“Well, Lia,” he says, dragging out your name like it’s a secret he’s savoring, “what brings you here tonight?”

“Liquid courage,” you admit, swirling your gin. “I’ve got a reunion tomorrow, and I’d rather walk barefoot through broken glass than spend an evening with people who still remember my braces and bad haircuts.”

He grins. “Sounds like we have that in common. Maybe we can survive it together.”

“Tempting offer,” you say, letting the corner of your mouth curl. “But what if I have no plans to survive it?”

His gaze flickers to your lips, and the heat between you crackles like a live wire. “Then I’d say we’d better make tonight count.”

For a moment, you forget how to breathe. The bar fades into the background, replaced by the steady hum of tension thrumming between you.

“Bold of you to assume I’m interested,” you tease, though your voice is softer now, the challenge laced with something warmer.

Jay leans in just enough for his breath to brush against your ear. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

You don’t. Instead, you down the rest of your drink and tilt your head. “You’ve got one shot. Don’t waste it.”

His grin is all sharp edges and promises. “Trust me, Lia—I don’t waste anything. Come find me in five minutes.”

It’s reckless, impulsive, and the exact opposite of what you planned for tonight. But as his hand brushes yours, as he heads toward the dimly lit hallway at the back of the bar, you can’t bring yourself to care.

The hallway leading to the bathrooms is dimly lit, the kind of lighting that makes everyone look a little more mysterious, a little more dangerous—except, of course, when you trip over a loose floorboard right after opening the bathroom door and nearly eat it.

Your heels clack loudly as you try to find your balance.

Good Samaritan—no, Jay, you remind yourself—catches your arm just in time, his grip firm and warm. “Whoa, easy there,” he teases, his lips twitching. “Are you always this eager, or is it just me?”

You shoot him a glare, straightening your dress and what’s left of your dignity. “That floor was uneven.”

“Sure it was,” he says, but he doesn’t let go of your arm, instead sliding his hand down until his fingers graze your wrist. The touch is light but purposeful, and it sends a jolt of awareness through you.

You give him a look that says don’t push it, but the smirk he sends back says oh, I absolutely will.

Somehow, you make it to the bathroom without further humiliation. It’s a single stall, which is both a blessing and a logistical nightmare.

Jay—tall, sinewy , and very much in your personal space—glances around the tiny room and raises an eyebrow. “Cozy.”

You roll your eyes. “Are you getting shy on me now?”

He snorts. “Shy? No. Just wondering if we’ll both make it out of here alive.”

You arch a brow. “What, afraid of a little elbow bumping?”

He grins, eyes dark with amusement. “Lia, I’m afraid of knocking over that soap dispenser and concussing myself before I get to kiss you.”

You laugh, maybe a little too loudly, but you can’t help it. The sheer absurdity of this moment—the cramped space, the mounting tension, the fact that you’re both clearly trying too hard to be smooth—is almost too much.

But then Jay shifts, pressing you lightly against the sink, and suddenly, the laughter fizzles into something quieter, heavier. His fingers skim up your arm, slow and deliberate, and you feel it everywhere.

“You’re staring,” you murmur, heart hammering.

“I like looking at you.” His voice is low, warm, a slow burn in the small space between you.

Your breath catches. Somewhere between the teasing and the accidental near injuries, the atmosphere has changed. It’s still playful, still ridiculous, but now there’s an undercurrent of something real, something charged.

“Are you going to kiss me, or are we just going to stand here making goo-goo eyes at each other all night?” you ask, tilting your chin up.

Jay chuckles, eyes glinting. “Goo-goo eyes? Lia, that’s the least sexy way you could have said that.”

“Maybe,” you say, smirking. “But you’re still going to kiss me.”

And then he does.

It starts slow—like he’s savoring the moment, like he’s testing to see if you’ll pull away. But you don’t. You lean in, fisting the lapels of his blazer and pulling him closer. That’s all it takes for restraint to unravel.

The kiss deepens, turning from a teasing game into something desperate, needy. His hands slide down your waist, gripping just tight enough to make your breath hitch. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging lightly, and the groan he lets out makes your knees go weak.

Then, of course, chaos ensues.

You shift, trying to maneuver against the sink, and your elbow knocks against the soap dispenser. It crashes onto the counter with a thunk, startling you both.

“Shit,” Jay mutters, breaking the kiss to glance at the mess. “I knew that thing was a liability.”

You dissolve into giggles, your forehead falling against his chest. “God, we are so bad at this.”

“Speak for yourself,” he says, though he’s laughing too. “I’m very good at this.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” You glance up at him, eyes shining. “Prove it.”

And he does.

His lips are soft but demanding, molding against yours in a way that makes your stomach flip.

You tug him closer by the lapels of his blazer, pressing your body against his, and he lets out a low, pleased sound at the contact.

His hands are on your waist, sliding down until his fingers are gripping the hem of your dress. He pauses, like he's waiting for a sign, and you give it to him by wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss with a slow, deliberate roll of your hips.

He groans, hands tightening, and in one swift move, he lifts you onto the edge of the sink. Your legs part instinctively, making space for him between them.

"This dress," he mutters against your lips, fingers tracing the hemline. "Is driving me insane."

You smirk, breathless. "That was the goal."

His laughter is brief, almost disbelieving, before his mouth finds your neck, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along your skin. Your head tilts back against the mirror with a soft thud, but you don't care. Not when his hands are sliding higher, tracing the shape of your thighs.

Then—bang.

You both jolt as the soap dispenser crashes onto the floor, spilling liquid soap in a sad, sticky mess near the toilet.

There's a beat of silence before you both burst into laughter, the moment temporarily broken.

"I swear to God," Jay groans, forehead resting against your shoulder as he shakes with laughter.

"This bathroom is out to get us."

You press a hand to your mouth, trying to stifle your giggles. "I think we're just cursed."

He lifts his head, eyes glinting. "Nah. I think we just need to be more careful."

His hands slide back to your waist, a silent invitation.

You bite your lip, nodding once, and just like that, you're back where you started—pressed against each other, bodies burning with the need to close every inch of space.

His lips crash against yours again, the kiss deeper this time, more searching. His hands slide up your thighs, gripping, squeezing. Your breath catches as he traces the seam of your pussy from behind your thong.

“The soap’s not the only messy thing in here.” He purrs, stroking once, twice, teasing as he nips at your collar bone.

“Cleanup on aisle me,” the words are out of your mouth before you have time to comprehend what exactly you just said.

You groan and bang your head against the mirror, mortified by how un-sexy you are.

Jay bursts out laughing, the sound bounces off the walls of the tiny bathroom as you pray to any and all gods to just wash you down the sink.

“That was hilarious.” He says, eyes crinkled with a grin.

“More like, embarrassing,” you sigh, “you leave first, I’ll wait a few minutes.” You run your hand through your hair, trying to look anywhere but at Jay. It’s just like you to ruin a good thing with your big mouth.

He presses himself closer, the friction of his jeans momentarily derails your escape plans. “I’m not going anywhere.” You look up to find the sexiest smirk you’ve even seen sitting on his pretty lips. “And neither are you.”

His fingers slip past your thong and dive into the pool between your thighs. Your back arches, breasts thrust in his face as every nerve in your body lights up like a switchboard. His long fingers carve out pleasure, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before with long languid strokes.

You don’t realize how loud you are until he seals his lips over your own. “If I knew you moaned that loudly I would’ve taken you back to my place. Fuck you feel so good.” He pants as your pussy chokes his fingers, the calloused pads stroking deliciously at your g-spot.

You can’t think of anything witty to reply, too focused on the way you’re high tailing it up the mountain of pleasure building.

“Ah, I—I’m gonna cum.” You stammer, whining when his lips slide over your clothed breast.

“Please do.” He rasps, his other hand slips the straps of your dress down. Tugging until you feel your nipples tightening in the cool air of the bathroom. “Fuck you’re beautiful.”

“Don’t flatter me, just keep doing this.”

He chuckles, increasing his pace between your legs and wrapping those way too pretty lips around a pert nipple.

“Oh, fuck!” You keen, hips rocking against his hand, desperate to reach your peak.

You have just enough clarity to not to bang your head against the mirror behind you when your orgasm hits you head on. Electricity jolts through your veins, lighting you up like the tacky neon sign hung above the bathroom door.

“All of this for me, trouble?” His voice is raspy with lust, but the pet name he gives you sends you back in the past. Memories of your childhood friend and all of the times you stood up to school bullies on each other’s behalf flicker across your mind.

But now is not the time to be thinking about Hoseok’s chubby cheeks.

As you come down from your high, eyes settling back on the man in front of you from where they’d rolled back in your head your fingers make quick work of the sweater he’s wearing.

“There’s more where that came from.” You mumble.

“Prove it,” he throws back at you before shoving his glossy fingers in his mouth with a groan.

You push the soft material up high enough to trail your fingers over the contours and slopes of his muscled abdomen, dragging a nail down from his belly button to the top of his jeans. Jay shivers slightly under your touch, exhaling sharply.

“Take it off.” You command, tightening your thighs around his hips. He hisses when your nails drag up over his abs, scraping over his nipples to push the sweater over his head.

“So bossy,” He laughs, a pained look in his eyes as he watches his jacket and sweater fall to the bathroom floor.

And then the dangerous energy you picked up on at the bar intensifies. He’s back on you, tongue sliding across the seam of your lips asking permission. You part your lips, sending the kiss from a good seven to a scorching hundred.

There’s a flurry of hands and mouths and whispered curses as you both scramble to make this work in the limited space. It’s messy and awkward—the belt loop of his jeans gets caught on your heel at one point, your wrist nearly snaps when you try to brace yourself against the wall—but somehow, it’s also hot as hell.

Jay’s hands grip your thighs like they’re the only thing stopping you from floating away.

With the way he slips and slides along the seam of your pussy, you just might. You’re just about to beg him to stop teasing when logic kicks in.

“You have a condom right?” You moan into his mouth when the crown of him slips over your clit.

“Yeah,” He pants, one hand leaving your thigh to dig out the foil packet from his wallet. He goes to pull away, and something in your jeans forward. Not wanting to be parted from him so soon before you really can connect.

You barely know this man but the chemistry between you is magnetic.

“L-Let me.” You reach for the pack and rip to open. He inhales sharply when you roll the condom down over his shaft. Touching him so intimately lights a flame in you, a low hazy moan slips past your lips. You’ve got him in the palm of your hands, quite literally, and that makes you feel damn good.

Jay presses his hips to your own with a renewed hunger. His hands cup your cheeks as he plants another fiery kiss on your lips. The feeling of him teasing your folds is a little different this time around but not at all unwelcome. You moan into the kiss, pressing your hips forward, a wordless grant of permission.

Your lips part, head falling back as he slides forward a bit, stretching you around him. Sending pleasure rushing out to the tips of your toes and fingers.

He groans retreating for barely seconds before easing back in another few inches. You wrap your legs around his slim waist, the fire in your belly building with every thrust of his hips.

“Mm, you feel amazing.” He says, voice thick with ecstasy, forehead pressing to your shoulder when he finally sinks into you fully.

“I’d give you an eight out of ten.” You shrug and can’t help but grin at the fire that bursts to life in his eyes. Said grip falls immediately off your face when he drags his dick along your sensitive walls, ripping a gasp from your throat before surging forward. He doesn’t stop, rocking up into you with fervor as a hand cups to your breast trapping your nipple between his fore and middle fingers as he palms it.

You hold on to his shoulders, mouth open in bliss as he fucks you somewher perfectly between deep and hard.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You chant, nails digging into his back. Feeling the way the muscles under his skin contract and ripple, bouncing you on his cock.

“That’s—an awful lot of begging for mediocre dick.” He bites out, dragging his teeth across the tender skin of your neck.

You cry out when his thumbs slides over your clit, slick and swollen.

“Not…oh my god—mediocre. Eight out of—ah, yes!”

He leaves your breast to rest his hand limply around your throat, no pressure at all. Just the promise of what he could do with it.

“Don’t repeat it, or you’re gonna get us kicked out of this place with how hard I’ll fuck you.” He rasps.

His hips roll forward again, sinking into you with ease. Chest to chest, hips chasing pleasure with his hand around your throat, fireworks erupted behind your eyelids. Jay slots his lips across yours as he follows you reaching his own peak, groaning into your mouth.

Things slow down, your heartbeats trying to unsync and go back to their respective rhythms. You’re fixing your lipstick, watching Jay in the mirror adjust the front of his sweater as he tucks it into the top of his jeans. You both jump when a shrill screech echoes of the walls.

The paper towel dispenser flashes green before going silent.

Your eyes meet for a fraction of a second before you both burst into giggles. He comes to stand behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, burying his face into your neck.

“This was fun. A ten out of ten.” He grins when you pout into the mirror. “Please be safe getting home and enjoy the rest of your night.”

“Yes, dad. Enjoy your reunion.” You smile, laying your hand over his and offering him your cheek for a kiss.

You catch your reflection in the mirror, smoothing your hair and fixing the corner of your lipstick. He watches you do it, his gaze lingering a second too long, like he wants to say something but thinks better of it.

Instead, he exhales sharply and gives you one last lopsided grin. “You too, trouble.”

You meet his eyes in the mirror. “Regrets?”

His smirk deepens. “Not a single one.”

You nod, satisfied. “Good.”

And with that, he slips past you, opens the door, and steps out into the bar like nothing ever happened.

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[lesbiansloveseokjin]

day 532/548 of seokjin’s military service

this selca was posted on 220902 with the caption & comment:

J: Stir-fried octopus, made by (bought by) J-Hope

JH: 🔥Wet with sweat, but he still ate it🔥

(T/N: This is known to be a spicy dish - trans cr: Aditi & Faith @ bts_trans)

bonus picture from that ig post:

hobi also posted the following:

Shine. Muscat 🍇🌼 Hyung grew it (brought it from the village) himself #TakingPicturesOfEachOther

(trans cr: Aditi & Annie @bts_trans)

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Aside from Miguel, are there any other merpeople at the aquarium?

S: “Yes, and they’re all so amazing. There’s Hobie (giant squid), Peter (a mix of seahorse and seadragon) with his daughter Mayday (dumbo octopus) and Pavitr (Pantropical spotted dolphin).

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Essential Characters to Include in a Spider-Man Series

These are the most important characters if you want to make a full in-depth Spider-Man series:

Peter Parker AKA Spider-Man

Miles Morales AKA Spider-Man

Gwen Stacy AKA Ghost Spider/Spider-Gwen

Ben Reilly AKA The Scarlet Spider

Miguel O'Hara AKA Spider-Man 2099

Mary Jane Watson

Gwen Stacy (the civilian one)

Harry Osborn AKA The Green Goblin

Flash Thompson AKA Agent Venom

Liz Allan

J. Jonah Jameson

Joseph "Robbie" Robertson

Betty Brant

Ned Leeds AKA The Hobgoblin

Ben Parker

May Parker

George Stacy

Jefferson Davis

Jessica Drew AKA Spider-Woman

Cassandra Webb AKA Madame Web

Ezekiel Sims

Norman Osborn AKA The Green Goblin

Roderick Kingsley AKA The Hobgoblin

Otto Octavius AKA Doctor Octopus

Adrian Toomes AKA The Vulture

Quentin Beck AKA Mysterio

Flint Marko AKA The Sandman

Max Dillon AKA Electro

Sergei Kravinoff AKA Kraven the Hunter

Mac Gargan AKA The Scorpion

Aleksey Sytsevich AKA The Rhino

Herman Schultz AKA Shocker

Dimitri Smerdyakov AKA Chameleon

Curt Connors AKA The Lizard

Felicia Hardy AKA Black Cat

Michael Morbius

Hobie Brown AKA The Prowler

Eddie Brock AKA Venom

Cletus Kasady AKA Carnage

Wilson Fisk AKA Kingpin

Miles Warren AKA The Jackal

The Sinister Six

Spencer Smythe

Alistair Smythe

The Spider-Slayers

Morlun

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A preview of Spider-Punk: Arms Race #2

SPIDER-PUNK: ARMS RACE #2

BREAK IT DOWN! HOBIE BROWN and the SPIDER-BAND are about to have their hands—or should we say arms—filled as DOCTOR OCTOPUS takes to the streets! Will the appearance of WAKANDA’s T’CHALLA and SHURI help turn the tide?

Written by: Cody Ziglar Art by: Justin Mason Cover by: Takashi Okazaki Page Count: 28 Pages Release Date: March 27, 2024