#c. Can you tell im hungry for content of them

[mrmosseater]

this is what ACTUALLY happened!!!!!

close up !!!

i was very obligated to do this

[glitterjay]

can u do gynaecologist enha (whichever member u want) with patient reader?

ifnotitsokayiunderstandimjustobsessedwithyourwriting

Also can I be🦢anon?

⭒ gynecologist!sunghoon, fingering, head implied (f. receiving) , suggestive content minors dni

⭒ c's note: this is a new approach, and i've never been to a gynecologist before, so im sorry if it's bad ㅜㅜ welcome to the club, 🦢'anon! do let me know if you liked it or not

⭒ due to popular demand, you can find part 2 here

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @fertilizedtoesw @kwiwin @enhabooks

you were quite nervous, to say the least, about visiting the gynecologist. you just wanted to get a checkup to make sure everything was right with your body, but since it was your first time, you were shy and embarrassed.

you had arrived at the place of your appointment just in time, walking straight into the doctor's office.

it took you by surprise to see a man. you had told yourself that a woman would be taking care of you, so you shouldn't be so embarrassed by this at all.

he noticed your shocked expression and asked you to take a seat by the desk, adjusting the glasses that were just about to fall off the tip of his nose. "you might have been expecting, dr. kim in here, but she had to go out. i'm dr. park, sunghoon park. there's no need to worry, i'll take good care of you."

his voice was deep yet soft, and it made butterflies appear in your tummy. you blushed, looking away from him and scanning the things adorning the room.

"i see that you came in just for a checkup. is it your first time?" you nodded, playing with your fingers as you looked down at them. the oen he was holding seemed to be from the college he attended and the year of his cohort. to your surprise, it was just a year before you graduated yourself.

"im gonna need you to lay in that bed over there for me, please."

you did as told, still fidgeting with your hands. he was getting ready for your check up, and he had to admit you looked very pretty.

"alright," he sat in front of the bed, and pulled out a robe. "there's a bathroom right over there. you can go change into this so your checkup can start."

-

sunghoon had started conversation so you could feel less nervous. you had find out he was indeed a year above you in college, and has been working ever since graduation. it was a small world, and you were glad you didn't know him until today, or else it would've been worse.

the latex gloves he's was wearing were close against your sensitive skin. it send shivers up your spine every time sunghoon moved and touched. it was until a small moan left your mouth that sunghoon noticed what his hands were causing.

it was as if an angel had ascended straight from heaven to sing. sunghoon's body count was big, but he had never heard such a beautiful and melodious voice before.

he glanced over at the door, making sure it was locked, and went straight to business.

his long index finger started gathering the juices that were leaving your body, his eyes gleaming at the sight before him. he didn't lose anything, right? after all, both of you would win something.

"your body is perfectly healthy," he said, his fingers trying to stuff back the juices making your cunt glow. was it weird what he was doing? probably, but it had this weird and addictive feeling growing within you, so you didn't tell him to stop.

sunghoon inserted his whole index finger, curling it up as soon as he could. this made your body jump a little, allowing him to hear another wonderful moan.

he kept fingering you for a while, adding more fingers as he went on. as soon as your walls started to clench around him, he stopped.

he lowered the chair he was sitting on, so now his face was right in front of your exposed heat. he was staring at it like a hungry man, and you blushed when he looked up at you through his glasses.

"it looks pretty," he said. "perfectly taken care of, and I bet it tastes amazing too."

[sharksa-shivers]

We cool with stuff taking place on phones/through texts too? Cuz i have a surplus of that as well...

I have a ton of shit where it's formatted as text convos and shit between the derpos becauseeeeeeeeeee yes lol. (Legit tho, it is fun and it's a good way to also flesh out characters, like what kinda shiz would they talk about through text convos? I recommend doing that if you're looking for more ways to write stuff lol) ------- Here's a Sharksty one Kristy: Hey, did you eat any breakfast? :3 💗

Sharky: ……..

Kristy: Well?

Sharky: Does a star cola count as breakfast? I mean it's like 140 calories a can, that's sustainable right?

Kristy: Nope and nope! Alrighty, gotchas, that's all i needed to know.

Sharky: …..? Huh?

Kristy: Lol, i'm gonna make some breakfast for us both! :3 I wanna try and make some sausage egg biscuits sandwich things! (Idk what they're called lmao…But they seem simple and easy and quick and tasty!!! So…😋)

Sharky: …..Can i maybe know the calorie contents or?

Kristy: …You were literally just asking me if a soda counted as breakfast so i have a feeling if i tell you the answer to that (even if i did math it out while making it)That you'd just use that answer as an excuse to skip out on food whenever you need it…Mmmm, so no lmao.

Sharky: …Please?

Kristy: Nope! 💗They're little breakfast sandwiches with egg and cheese and sausage on them, i promise you you'll be ok ya derp.

Kristy:(sends pictures of the sandwiches)Also look how tasty they look!!! You really wanna miss out on this??? And me making it too????

Sharky: …Ok, ok, you're right, those do look really good heh…That cheese is making me hungry just looking at it…

Sharky: Does Amber have any bacon prepped downstairs?

Kristy: No, why? You want some?

Sharky: Hehhhhh, yeah, maybe…

Sharky: Here, guess i'll come downstairs, i can help ya. Maybe i can help make something and contribute a little bit ey? Might have some pancakr mix down there…

Kristy: MAKING BREAKFAST AS A COUPLE, HELL YEAH!!!!! 💗💗💗 ----------- Here's one with Max and Kristy both getting on Sharky's ass about his self neglect issues. Also cuz text, Max's text is purposefully shitty (cuz i imagine Max gives 0 shits about spellcheck during casual convo and whatnot lol...His friends know what he's going off about soooooooo) --- Kristy: Ey, I'm hungry, you guys want pizza? I wanna get pizza

Max: Fuk yesssssssssssssssssss, god, plz, im starving, fuckin garbo day, plz, i wanttttttttttt

Sharky: ………Eh…

Kristy: What kind you guys want? :3 Thinkin bout a half hamburger and half peperoni with extra cheese for me…

Max: ?

(few seconds pass)

Max: Sharky you fuck, what's "Eh" mean?

Sharky: It means eh, means i'm good. You guys enjoy though…

Kristy: Yknow, i don't think i've seen you eat today… :/

Max: He hasn't

Max: Dumbass, what pizza you want?

Sharky: None, i'm fine 👌

Kristy: Dude, cmon…

Max: finna beat yo ass, what pizza do you want?

Max: This is not me asking, this is a threat, this is a promise.

Max: I will physically come over there, back to the fucking hotel room, i will grab a pillow and i will beat your fucking ass, fuckin, tired of you doing this stupid shit to yourself every few days.

Sharky: Damn, nice…Sounds good to me.

Kristy: Dude, seriously, please… :c I don't want you being hungry all night, you have to be at this point with all the crap we've been doing today…

Sharky: …………I mean……….Eh, who cares? Why does it matter? Like…It doesn't…Just lemme chill, i'm good…

Max: Im so tired of this bullshit…

Max: WHAT

Max: PIZZA

Max: DO

Max: YOU

Max: WANT?

Sharky: I fucking told you, i don't, what's so fucking hard to get here? Why aren't you listening?

Kristy: …………Wait, do you mean you want something else to eat? I can google other places if your tired of pizza, i don't want you feeling forced to eat something you don't want to… :c

Sharky: No, enjoy your pizza, idc, i just don't want any.

Sharky: I don't want any other food either, i'm good. I just wanna chill and sleep in a bit… Max: I swear to fuck

Max: Just order him some hamburger or cheese or something, fuckin, i'm tired, im not let him keep doin this crap…

Sharky: Why tf you being so aggressive?

Max: CUZ I FUCKING CARE ABOUT YOU AND I DON'T LIKE SEEING YOU DO THIS SHIT, YOU ARE GOING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED DOING THIS, DEMONS ARE NOT GOING TO CARE IF YOU ARE TIRED, THEY WILL SLAUGHTER YOU AND I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE TO SEE THAT HAPPEN TO MY FUCKING BROTHER YOU FUCK

Kristy: What kind do you want Max? :3 I'm writing all this down rq…

Sharky: I said i don't fucking want one!!!!

Max: Cry about it bitch, you're getting free food and you're gonna fucking enjoy it

Max: Uhhhhhhh, idk actually, depends, where you getting it from?

Kristy: (gives link) found a local place, looks really good…I'm gonna get cheese garlic bread too :3

Max: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…Ehhhh, i dunno, fuck it, surprise me lol

Sharky has left the group

Max has added Sharky to the group

Max: Not so fast bitch

Sharky: I DON'T FUCKING WANT ANY, GOD, CAN YOU JUST LISTEN??? FOR ONCE???

Max: No 💜

Sharky: I fucking…God, i hate this stupid ass shit, fucking, i don't want it, don't waste your cash, don't waste your time, i don't want to eat

Kristy: You need to tho dude, seriously…

Max: Fuck you, you're gonna enjoy this goddamn pizza you shithead 💜

Sharky: ……………I'm so tired of this…

Max: Imagine how tired we are having to fucking worry about you doing this dumb shit every 3 or 4 days…

Kristy: Dude, seriously, this pizza looks really delicious, you should try some! It's a little family owned shop, means it's gotta be good…

Sharky: No

Kristy: (sends link again) Plz at least look at the pics, it all looks so hot and cheesy and fresh ~(^*^)~ I bet you'd love it if you tried it!!!

Sharky: ……………………………………Please stop…Fuck, please, you both are making me feel bad…

Max: Do not stop Kris, keep going, we're breaking him >:) Kristy: Uhmmmm, ik you like cheese bread Sharky, i bet you'd REALLY like garlic cheese bread :3

Sharky: Please stop, please…

Max: Whats wrong? Starting to want it?

Kristy: Oooooo! They have dipping sauces too! I'm gonna get extra marinara! :3

Sharky: god

Max: Heyyyyy, ooooo, cheesesticks, think we can get those Kris?

Kristy: Hell yes!!! Ahhhh, that really sounds good

Sharky: ………………..

Max: Gonna get some ranch dipping sauce cuz fuck it lol

Max: Can we get drinks too? Ain't shit up there in the hotel room…

Kristy: Yee! What do you want to drink? :3

Max: Defs a liter soda….or………..3 lol

Kristy: ………For just you or?

Max: lmao yes ofc

Sharky: ………………………………….

Kristy: Do you want something to drink Sharky? :3

Max: Well Sharky we're waiting…

Sharky: …..canihavegarliccheesebreadtoo?

Max: WE FUCKIGN GOT HIM!!!!!

Kristy: Wait, you serious?! :0

Sharky: ……….Yeah…ig…

Kristy: Yayyyyyyyyyyyyy!!! Dude, i'm so happy!!!!!

Max: You're gonna have tasty food and your gonna like it

Sharky: ………….imgonnafeelsoshittyafterthis, ialreadyfeelsofatrightnowandihateit……

Kristy: Dude, you don't have to feel bad like that… :/

Max: Who fuckin cares if your fat? I want you to fucking survive, literally doesn't matter

Max: is a diff body type and literally everything in media that is designed to make you feel bad about being fat is cuz they wanna make cash off your suffering so fuck em, eat, be fat, be happy, stay alive, fuck the media

Sharky: Neither of you get it, ugh…

Kristy: Sharky, what else do you want? :3

Sharky: ………………I dunno, head hurts…

Kristy: Do you need me to get you meds? :c

Sharky: ……………No, just…Ig i do need to eat…Guess i am starving…

Sharky: Ig…Yeah, hamburger pizza sounds good, with cheese bread, maybe ig a bottled drink or 2 for me but no liter crap… -------- Solo Max and Sharky one cuz yeah, sure lol --- Max: So do you gott he stuff?

Sharky: uhhhh, yeah, i do…

Max: mighf i seeeeeeee?uwu?

Sharky: ehhhhh

Sharky: That's require me like…Taking a picture of myself and like…I'd rather spare you that, ehhhh…

Max: bruh lmao

Max: doooooooo it cmon lol

Sharky: I don't want to, i hate how i look right now ok?

Max: wut is it you hate?

Sharky: You know what…

Max: you mean your body and stomach that are perfectyl fine? Is that it?

Sharky: Can we just…Leave it or???

Max: bruh, lol, you look fineeeee!!!!!

Max: You are valid

Max: Dare i say beautiful even?

Max: just as yourself, i promise ya…

Sharky: ……..

Max: Cmon, seriously, i promise you look fine…

Sharky: …….I…I dunno, i just…

Sharky: Goddamnit, fine…

Sharky:(posts a pic of him with the supplies and shit, him obviously hesitant in photo to actually take the photo)….Here, ffs…

Max: damn, dude, you look really nice, you seriously insecure when you look like that???

Sharky: Considering my fucking ugly body and gut and face, yes. Mmhmmm, you nailed it.

Max: lol, bruh, you look fuckin fine, i promise

Max: king, hey king, you dropped this👑

Max: Valid qs fuck and always will be and i will fight you every fuckin time

Sharky: Max, seriously, how can you think i look fine like this????

Max: Because i know why you think the things you do and those reasons are bs

Max: You legit hurt yourselc over how you look, i hate seeing that

Max: I'd much rather see you embrace yourself as ya are cuz you look perfectly fune and great and i wouldn't fuckin lie to you lmaooooo ------------------------------- Yeah, Max is one of those friends who's agressive with how much they care about you...Like...Max just is like that lololol Like these are the 2 energy's lol Kristy:

And then Max lololol, like this is it right here Just like...I do not want Max to come off as mean cuz he's being like "you need to eat dumbass, ima hit you with this pillow!!!" Cuz...That's just like Max being Max lol (If you get what i mean, like that's how Sharky and Max's friendship/brotherhood kinda is with each other) Also yeah, Sharky and Max are best friends but they also see each other as brothers lol, like adoptive brothers.

[the-b1ah]

This post is about a Danny phantom and Red hood(Jason Todd aka the dead robin) crossover because I think there should be more content of them. Also like all my knowledge of these characters comes solely from here and fanfics. I don’t claim to be an expert I just think their neat. I suck at spelling so beware. With all that said, I have this story idea…

So when Jason dies in the whole joker explosion there is just enough ectoplasm in the area for him to create a really shoddy core. Like all it does is keep his body from decomposing and if it didn’t get anymore energy it would fade in a couple of years.

But then superboy does that whole punch the universe thing and that gives Jason’s shitty core just enough juice to bring him back to life but not enough to really heal him completely (it’s trying its best ok). Then Talia dunks him into the pit which im headcanoning is ectoplasm a random portal had spit out that got super corrupted. For a normal ghost this wouldn’t really be a problem cause they can filter it but Jason’s core sucks.

The pit madness basically makes all Jason’s underlying ghost instincts go up to 20 which explains how he act in the whole make Batman kill joker thing(because his actions make more sense if you think of him as a ghost and not a human). And I headcanon(or maybe it is a canon im not sure) that jason did die again from the batarang to the neck (death part two the electric BOOgaloo(ha get it) )and when Jason’s little core brings him back there it also has the a side effect that it takes away some of the corruption making jason mellow out a bit.

Things go on as normal until the whole penguin thing where bats beats him to death (father figure 2 is a failure bring in the next one). After Roy drags him away and he heals up Jason runs into Danny. Literally…

Sooo Danny finally tells his parents (no phantom planet tho ) and they accept him. But all is not what it seems because Later that night though they bring him down to lab and try to “fix”and/or figure out if he is really Danny. Jazz is at college, Sam is at a galla somewhere out of state with her parents, tucker competing in a week long tech competition, and Ellie is exploring the ghost zone so no one notices Danny is gone.

The guys in white come to investigate the Fentons and when the find phantom locked in the basement they kill the fentons an take him. Danny is with them for three months before they try to vivisect him. They go to touch him core and even with all the tech they are using to weaken him,danny lets out a wail killing almost everyone and escaping. The surviving GIW hunt him down as he tries to get back home. Danny is able to avoid them for a couple days but they find him and try to corner him in an alley. As Danny is running for his afterlife he senses a ghost nearby and runs to them in the hopes that whoever they are can help him fight off the GIW.

this is where he runs into jason. Literally.

So they collide danny says “help me” and hides behind jason. The GIW come sprinting into the alley guns a blazing and demand that jason hands over the freak. Jason looks at the bloody scared kid behind him then at the adults calling a child an it and goes full protect mode and kills them. After that is taken care of he goes back to Danny an asks if he hungry. Danny nods and they go get chili dogs.

They get close as Danny heals up and they plan to kill the rest of GIW. Danny morals have been a tad twisted because A)These guys just experimented on him for 3month B) They where using what they found out from experimenting on him to find ways to destroy the GZ C)he knows if he doesn’t kill them they keep trying to kill him and destroy the GZ.

They take down the GIW(cool fights and explosions) and Jason thinks that will be the end of it since danny can go back to his sisters and friends. Danny has other ideas. He does go home and tells the phantomily(phantom-family) that he’s ok but returns to jason and just starts following him around. The confrontation just kinda goes like this…

Jason: kid what are you still doing here. I’m dangerous go home.

Danny: hey I can take these guys any day and maybe I like hanging out with you. Dead guy to dead guy.

Jason: go home kid. And I prefer the term zombie.

Danny: nah ill think ill stay! I can even help my powers are super useful!

Jason:… still too risky, i not going let you become a child soilder im not Batman.

Danny: awww come on plzzzzz

Jason: your parents are probably worried about you Go. Home.

Danny: NO THEY’RE NOT THEY TRIED TO FIX ME!! AND THEN THE GIW KILLED THEM. IM LEGALLY DEAD!! I CAN’T GO TO SCHOOL, OR NASTY BURGER OR STAY AT JAZZ’S COLLEGE . OR ANYTHING!! I DON’T WANT TO LIVE IN THE GHOST ZONE I STILL WANT TO BE ALIVE. BUT IM NOT IM JUST just *sob* a freaky little boy …with freaky powers. I thought maybe you would.. you might-

Jason *hugs him*: im sorry Danny you can stay.

So Red hood gets a partner in crime and Jason gets a family.

Phantom gets mentor who cares and Danny gets a new parent.

If you guys like the idea let me know! i’ll make more art and write more

Masterlist

[pyeonhoon]

Dinner~

~pairing : heeseung x fem!reader

~genre : smut

~contains : oral[m receiving], cringe content

~note : MDNI TY

~word count : 922

~likes and reblogs are very appreciated<3

as you got home from school it was quiet

"looks like he's asleep already oh well" you shrug and then decided to go to your rooms (i mean you and him in a room so..)

you're liking the view when you get at the door, you see heeseung wearing a short gray skirt with no undies and in a huge white t-shirt, wearing thigh high socks, in a manspread position while jerking himself on the bed

"mhmm a-ahh" he whimpers trying to stay quiet knowing that you will be home anytime

"what are you doing there mister??" you leaned to the wall while raising your brows

he looked up at you flustered, "uhh n-nothing??..." he said while closing his legs slowly

"nonono did i tell you to close them?" "no" he said in a tiny voice

"good open them then"

"a-are you hungry? let's go to the kitchen i-i will cook you dinner"

"no i rather have you for dinner"

"c'mon you told me i am sweet, you can have me for dessert instead" he said while winking

"fine then" you said licking your lips while staring at him hungrily

"c'mon stop staring i know im too cute" "oh shut it you're too pretty in this skirt where did you buy it?" you ask, walking near him and sitting on his lap

"u-uhh my uhh, my friend g-give this to....me, she said i look good in this" he said leaning back

"mmm yeah she's right" you said grinding to his hard on that made him whimper

"ngh y/n l-later pls" he ask with puppy eyes

"hmm okay" you said standing up,walking to the door "c'mon dummy im hungry y'know"

"coming!!" he shouted "oh yeah later you will!!" you shouted back

time skip <dinner table>

you can't stop looking at him, seeing him in a skirt turned you on (or maybe just me)

"what are you staring at" he asked not looking at you "nothing"

you can't wait longer so you just..

"oh shit i droped my spoon let me get it"

while screeching under the table, finally you get to grab heeseung thighs opening them

a knock elicited from the door

"heeseung, y/n honey its me mom open the door please" you two heard a shout from outside (uhh reminder its night maybe around 6:00 pm)

"ok c-coming" hee shout back, as he stand up to get the door, he get a pillow to cover his hard on (from the couch) while you rise and sitback down to your chair

'stupid mom, its not the right time ughh what now' you screamed silently

"hello y/n honey, im just here to drop by these fruits that i bought you two, and to have a little talk" your mom said while smiling

"let me just put this in the kitchen, I'll be back" she go to the kitchen to clean and settle down the fruits she bought and hee sit beside you again, putting back the pillow on the couch

"y/n the thing you did earlier was so unhygienic, we're eating and you here wanted to eat something else?! what are you thinking?!!" hee whisper shouted

"what??i told you im hungry" you said shrugging

"but we're talking about food not about my dick wtf!!" he said whispering

"its the same tho, im hungry about you AND food" licking your lips looking at the tent that was forming

"stop it mom is here" he said acting normal and continue eating his food

"mehh im good im just gonna eat what im craving rn" you said as you go under the table, infront of his thighs grabbing both

"what are you doing?!!we might get caught, get up!!" he whisper shouted

"not this time babe, make some excuses for me" you said winking whispering back

grabbing his thighs, spreading them open while lifting the skirt, sucking the tip

"mhmm y-y/n stop it" he whimpers not so loudly

"keep quiet babe, you don't want mom to see you a moaning mess right now don't you think??"

meanwhile heeseung on the other hand was trying to be quiet not making the thing obvious that he was getting a head infront of his girlfriend's mother

"ok so im done with the fruits and- oh where's y/n??" your mom ask heeseung

"sh-she's in the bathroom" he said immediately covering his mouth while grabbing you hair, pushing you further, making him whine

"ok then, i just stopped by to drop the fruits here so how are you guys, do you two always get along??" your mom asked

"mm yeah it's just-" he got cut off when you pump him while sucking his head hard and fast

"y-yeah it's just we had a misunder s-standing some...times ngh" he closes his eyes and look down

you looked up at him with teary eyes, making him turned on more

"are you okay?are you sick?" your mom ask him in a worried tone

"I'm fine just ahh t-tired hehe" he tried closing his legs due to the pleasure he's receiving, while you can feel his precum leaking over his tip

"ok i will leave then, tell y/n to take care of you ok stay safe my babies" your mom said waving her hand, leaving the house

when you heared the door closed, he pulled you up abruptly

"so you want to play dirty huh" and dragged you to your room(s) , pushing you on the mattress, hovering over you

"you wanted this right, devour it then"

it's been a stressful week so it didn't turned out that good and i was tired so i just cuted this from the one i was originally gonna post

anyways late or not, i wish our jake a happiest birthday 🎉

[yuedama]

at your mercy

hard dom!yelena x gn!reader (female bodied)

synopsis : you loved being good for yelena, but sometimes you couldn't deny the fact that you enjoyed her putting you in your place just as much.

content : nsfw, degradation, clit slapping, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial ; use of the word 'pet' like once

notes : jus want yelena to be mean to me and tell me i'm nothing

yelena hated having you come to her as she finished her work til the late hours of the night. it was distracting, she says, and you would only become a reason for her to be irresponsible.

there are times though when she considered it a test of your patience. and, well, restraint.

during the nights when you were needier than usual, she loved seeing just how long you would last without any of her attention, how long you could keep yourself from being bad and eventually touching yourself.

it was a tough game for you, but yelena enjoyed every bit of it; from the flustered look on your face as she catches you breaking the rules she had so carefully set, to the mewls and whimpers you gave her as you pleaded for her forgiveness.

she hated having to discipline you for your ill behavior, for she expected you to be good for her always, but she also wouldn't be lying if she were to admit how titillating it was to see you all sullied and glistening like a whore beneath her, rambling repeatedly about how sorry you were and that you wouldn't do it ever again. something about it fed the sadistic hunger inside her.

tonight was like one of those nights.

“what did i tell you about coming to my office while i'm working?” steel eyes bore into your meek form, menacing and unforgiving, yet lustful and hungry at the same time as she drank in every inch of your skin that was revealed by the skimpy nightdress you wore.

“that i would only distract you and that i should wait in our bedroom like a good pet....”

“and what are you doing right now?” her voice, despite being stern and cold with anger, did nothing to intimidate you, if anything, it only fanned the flames of excitement burning in your stomach.

“i-im...please, 'lena, i need you,” glossy eyes looked up at the blonde, silently hoping she would see the desperation behind them. she did see, she could tell without even looking at you for she knew you like the back of her hand; knew just how to reduce you into nothing but a filthy mess begging for her touch like it was all you've ever known. “need you so bad!”

“poor little thing,” mock pity laced her voice as she leaned back into her chair and rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her hand to take a good look at you once more. it took everything in yelena to not pin you down on the wooden table and devour you right then and there, the thin fabric hanging loosely on your body left little to the imagination.

“have you no dignity?”

you could only shake your head timidly at them, the ache in between your legs only seeming to become more intense with each passing second.

“c'mere.” they growled, low voice echoing in the room, but you were far too lost in your thoughts to hear her the first time. “i said come here you fucking slut.”

you scampered towards the woman and made yourself comfortable on her lap, peering at her eagerly as your hands held her shoulders for support. however, your fingers were slapped away from her shirt as soon as they got there, causing you to retract them as a stinging sensation bloomed.

“don't touch me with your filthy hands,” yelena seethed into your face, the tone in their voice making you rub your clothed cunt against her thigh.

“'m sorry...” your apology was sincere, but yelena seemed to have none of it. her stare remained indifferent, though you were sure you saw the slightest glint in them as she bent you over her lap. you let out a yelp at the sudden action, but as you peered up at her you were greeted by an all too familiar, condescending smirk.

“you're being very bad, you know that?” she drawled as she slowly, teasingly, traced a finger down the curve of your back, gripping the flesh of your ass harshly before pulling your underwear down to your ankles. goosebumps arose on your skin as the cool air in their office kissed your dripping cunt.

“stepping into my office looking all desperate to get fucked—” a slap made its way to your clit, causing a loud smack to resound in the room, followed by your shaky whimpers. the bud burned from the impact, but god did the burn feel so satisfying.

“putting your hands on me without my permission—” squeals tumbled out of your mouth as you receive another smack, the painful sensation of her fingers against your clit euphoric. your limbs flailed weakly, fists clenching and unclenching as you didn't have anything to grip on.

“and now your cunt's making a mess all over my pants,” long fingers ran across your folds as yelena gathered your slick, scoffing at the way your body trembled deliciously on her lap, before pushing your juices back into your hole without notice. your body jerked forward at the sudden intrusion, hands coming to your mouth to muffle your sobs.

“y-yelena...mmph...” you shut your eyes, all inhibitions flying out the window as yelena repeatedly pushed her slender fingers in and out of your deprived cunt, curling them just a bit to tease your sweet spot. hot tears spilled down your cheeks as the stimulation became overwhelming, the blonde's ministrations easing the painful ache in your core in the slightest, just enough to rouse you to your high.

“fuck,” yelena laughed at your pathetic, twitching form, a sadistic glint flashing in her eyes as she watched the way your walls eagerly sucked her fingers. “you're so fucking greedy, i can barely pull my hand from your cunt.”

she sped up her pace, the pads of their index and middle finger brushing against your spongy spot as her other hand busied itself with groping your tit, sending you into a state of delirium. the lewd squelching of your walls along with your desperate pants for air resonated in the room as you felt the knot in your abdomen close to snapping.

your legs shook violently as you shut your eyes hard til all you could see was black, toes curling as a sign of your impending climax. the tension had been built for so long, and you could finally feel your release until—

“h-ha ah, yelena!” you cried as yelena withdrew their fingers from your dripping hole, voice raspy as your throat had gone dry from all the sobbing.

“look at your pathetic hole clenching around nothing.” your body, exhausted and limp, felt flush as you looked up at her and saw the way she was eyeing your entrance like it was the most intriguing thing she'd ever seen.

“y-yelena...why'd you do that?”

“ah, the filthy whore is speaking. you think you deserve anything after disobeying my rules?” yelena turned her head to meet your eyes, fingers gripping your chin as she pushed you off her lap and made you kneel between her legs. “you should be glad i even touched you; let alone give you my time.”

your swollen lips quivered as you looked up at her, cheeks wet and red, with slick weeping out of your hole.

“i promise i'll be good! just please, let me...”

“what? spit it out, i haven't all night,” she sneered at you with no interest, as though she was seeing dishrags and not her lover who was needy for her touch.

“please, let me c-cum.” you contemplated making any promises you were uncertain you could keep, though in your state, you were practically willing to do anything just for her to get you off. “i'll do anything, 'lena.”

yelena's eyes lit up at your proposal, a wicked smile spreading across her lips as you craned your neck to gaze at her just as a subject would to their god, devoted and completely at her mercy. the rumbling of your heart against your chest was loud as you anticipated her next words, watching her longingly as she licked her lips before parting them to speak.

oh, you were in for a long night.

[dreamii-yume]

Yume-sama which guys are the best at eatin' p*ssy?

Yume’s back! BABIES _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): Have something hornii because I’m sAltY~ (´；ω；`)

Ace seems to be oddly good at this for the whatever nasty reasons he has. I like to imagine that he’ll put on a face that looks like he’s about to fuck you up so bad just to get you on edge but is actually really careful and considerate when doing so. Of course, he won’t be honest with his feelings and when you slowly realized that he’s actually being gentle for your sake, that’s when he’ll attack tsun-tsun defense mechanism, i guess? His tongue will work extra hard to force another orgasm out of you. Add some insults in the middle of the whole session and boom, it’s a spicy Ace content right there!

I think we already established why Cater would be a master when it comes to eating out pussy, Darlings. See this post for more information but goddamn does our Heartslabyul senpai know what he’s doing. Maybe he’ll take a little pic after he’s done messing you up? Look at how soaked the sheets are~!

Yes. Daddy Trey would eat that pussy and enjoy it, similarly to how you would treat his sweets with an overwhelmingly amount of passion. He may have played that nice guy persona, but DON’T BE FOOLED, Darlings. He’s a fucking hornii monster on the inside and he’s hungry for that pussy, alright? He always had been, this man is just both blessed and cursed with extreme amounts of patience. He ain’t a nice senpai at all though, once he got you where he wants you, just don’t expect him to stop anytime soon.

Chenya. Yes, I’m adding him since we have two RSA students now and I want to give them love too. He’ll absolutely do it even there’s a lot of people around, right under a fucking clothed table for example. He’ll take advantage of his invisibility magic and spread your legs during an unbirthday party, the roughness of his tongue tingles your insides. You’ll try to keep your voice down, sure, but little did you know, it’s Chenya’s goal to have everyone’s eyes on you as he eats you out, destroying their hopes and dreams of ever trying it out on you. your Heartslabyul friends will be in utter chaos for sure, just be ready

The feeling of Leona’s textured tongue scraping against your clit is just aaaaahhh...You know those shivers of pleasures you get down your spine, you will FEEL that shit. Leona wouldn’t even have to seriously do anything, simple licks of his tongue is just doing the work for him. Still, it’s enough for electricity to go through your whole body and your head is pounds from the amount of orgasm he brought upon you. You’ll eventually find your hips moving on its own, wanting to feel more than his tongue.

With a lick of his lips, Ruggie is ready to indulge, thank you for the food~! If we’re talking about sexually hungry and thirsty twst bois here, than we cannot not talk about Ruggie-senpai here. Don’t underestimate him, he’s surprisingly good with using his mouth just as much as using his fingers, I mean what can he say? He grew up a glutton after all.

Now, if we’re conducting a contest on who can eat out Darling’s pussy better, how about we add a tag team in here!? No other pair has better teamwork than our beloved Leech Brothers! Their tongues are long and hugee (OwO) One can restrict your movements and even spread your folds for his brother to freely eat you out until you build up into such a nauseating orgasm. They can be each other’s emotional support too! If Floyd becomes a bit too unhinged, Jade can use his big bro powers and keep him in his best behavior. it’s not fun if you broke that early on in the game after all. This can happen the other way around too, by the way, albeit rarely. Just letting you Darlings know. geez, now i wonder how Darling is gonna cope up if both of them loses control...

Jamil is...yes, just, yes. Find yourself a man who’s both talented in getting you dicked down for the night and eat you out like it’s the best meal he ever had. He takes your feelings into consideration, he knows your sensitive parts even if you don’t tell him. He’s very observant of your reactions and learns very quick, he’ll find your special part no matter what.

Rook cares for The Art of Eating A Pussy™ He loves the way your face would contort in different emotions depending on the place his tongue is exploring inside your dripping cunt. He treats you like a sacred treasure, savoring your reactions like it would be the last time he’ll see them in which we all know it wouldn’t be He’ll take pictures to preserve the beauty in your emotions as he believes that no two expressions are the same, he comes for the love hidden deep inside. You don’t know how he does it but for some reason, orgasms done by Rook always feels so damn timeless, like euphoria coming to you all in one place.

And then we go to our old man, Lilia! dont call him that This man is aggressive, Darlings. You think those fangs are just for show? Wouldn’t say the same thing once you feel them digging on your flesh as he begins to suck that sensitive pussy, huh? When he feels like it, he can’t be stopped! Heck, he’ll fucking eat you out even during your p e r i o d, Baby. Just watch him do it, he’s dead serious! He’ll tease you a lot and dirty talk is just his thing, you know? With how seductive he stare at you from between your legs, your juices dripping down his jaw.

Haha, so here’s the story! Yume was gone for like a week to finish a sinfic! ( ＾∀＾) The good news is that she finished it! Yay~! ٩( ᐛ )و The bad news? Her laptop broke down suddenly, she doesn’t know why or what to do and now, she can’t proof-read and edit properly. (°▽°) (im anxious to post a fic that’s not proof-read, i refuse)

I’ll see if I can do anything about this, just bear with me, Darlings! Have little crumbs as of now! (＞人＜;)

...I’m lowkey having a mental breakdown due to this stupid laptop suddenly closing down on me. I mean, I have online class to take! (c" ತ,_ತ) The power button’s unresponsive and it’s not charging, I’m getting this checked out tomorrow (*´ー｀*)

(I’m posting on my phone again which means~! pretty colors~!!! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ )

[ellitx]

Oooh~~ butler Himmel got the gears turning~~

How about a bath time with Himmel scenario (boutta make a blog called whoring for himmel, I feel bad clogging up your inbox just lemme know if its annoying oki? ;w; )

The day was sweltering hot ,whilst enjoying your daily walk on the royal grounds the sweat dripping off your back and brow was getting a bit too much to bear, even your thighs were starting to sick together where stockings didnt cover.

"Mistress are you alright? Would you like to go in for the afternoon and freshen up?" Always so attentive and kind your sweet butler is as he gently took his handkerchief and wiped your brow "Y-yes that would be wonderful, thank you" you say with lightly panting while fanning your face with your hand trying to hide the blush that was forming

Stepping into your much cooler quarters you heaved a heavy sigh of relief as you plop down into one of your chairs with Himmel following you in to make sure you're alright since venti was busy with other matters he had you for the day to himself. "Are you alright, My dearest? Is anything I may get you or help you with..?"

With all your clothing stuck to you, you could help but think "A nice bath and a change of clothes would be most delightful" and looking down with a blush knowing there was a heat only he could cool "I might need a bit of help.. I cant reach a few things.." you face beginning to burn " Help me undress..?"

A small flinch went through his body as a blush began to tinge at the tips of his ears "O-ofcourse..! Not a problem at all Mistress!" A small lie slipped his lips knowing that there was indeed a problem, him craving his dearest like mad, with him slowly removeing each article of your until much of you was exposed skin glistening, leaving nothing but intricate garments, beautiful lace gaterbelt with matching panties that dug slightly into your soft form with a complimentary bra.

"Venti had surely dressed her this morning this is much too.. too erotic for our sweet maiden.." he though to himself but he couldn't help but take in your beauty for a moment. "Alright wait here, Ill start your bath for you" he spoke trying to keep his composure through his excitement but as he walked towards your bathroom he heard soft footsteps. "Sir.. I want to acommany you.. you look quite hot yourself.. would you like to join me, I want to help take care of you since you work so hard.."

He inhales sharply at your request " would it really be alright, what if we were cought, surely if it was of her request it shouldn't be a problem" he thought again be he cant stop his mind from wandering to more inappropriate matters "A-As you wish, my dearest" holding the door open for you step inside as he pulls off he coat and gloves laying them on the marble counter.

He drinks in your ethereal form as he draws the water making sure it to your liking with dd a touch of lavender scented soap to help you both relax. "Are you sure about this my dearest.." he asked softly locking eyes with those gorgeous e/c orbs. You nervously compose your naked form undressing moments before while his back was turned "Yes.. you need some time for yourself too.. just Venti may not be too happy if he hears.. I just want to take care of you for once.." you plead crossing one arm around your breast and the other to grab his hand you pull him in for a sweet kiss.. " Dont make me wait to long~" you tease as you drop down into the tub perfectly warm and soothing

God your lips were intoxicating, nodding he turns to undess himself fully.. "N-now mistress, may you keep your eyes closed un till I tell you..?" He was really embarrassed about not only having his angel see all of him, but him already being half hard. He slowly guides you forward and positions himself behind you hoping you wont notice "Alright my dearest you can open them now.." he sighed into your shoulder while gently placing his around you " Dont be shy.. sir Im also quite heated" you whisper as you turn to face and straddle him

Oh god feeling your thighs brush against him lit aflame and with your bear wet chest leaning up against his he feels like he could combust any moment "Y-y/n.. my beloved do you really want to-" "Shhh" you hush his worries with a heated loving kiss slowly he let himself go, opening his mouth to let his tongue swirl with yours. Almost instinctually starts grinding into you with his cock brushing againt your slick folds.

"Mm..! Sir.. more..!" The way you said sir sent electricity through him he never thought he love it the way he did "My songbird.. I am here to please Aahh.. All of your commands and desires.." he moaned while while letting his hands slide up and down your plush thighs under the water being careful not to make a mess

" Then just relax Himmel..~" you cood as you raised yourself over his hardened member, wide-eyed and red faced he held your hips to position your self and slowly guiding you down onto him both moaning in unison you rested on him, just laying your head on his shoulders rubbing them to try to ease all of his tensions while you bask in the full feeling of your core

"Aa... Y/N you really are such.. nng.. an angel so sweet.. so beautiful.. to think I have been blessed with you.." He couldn't help be feel so loved by you and himself sit with the warmth of you around him.. "H-Himmel Ahhh~ I want to please you too.." He feels so torn one side wants to keep you still and feel your wet warmth all around him but the other wants to rut up into you bringing you both bliss "M-misstress.. Ahh!"

Your sudden bounces cought him of guard "Im sorry sir I- Ahh.. I cant help it..!!" He grips your hips tighter helping you to move on him whilst water sloshes about "Oh.. god my sweet... Its so good!! More..!" He shakily breathes out the coil building the more you go, wanting to come undone as you clench down around him and with your hands on his shoulders trying not to slip "Yes..! Right there..! I dont know how much longer i can h-hold it..!

"Dont my songbird..! Let it go spill onto me..!! And that you did leaking everything you had onto with you clenching onto him he swiftly pulls out and finishes into the tub "mmm..!" He moans looking away shyly.

You curl up onto his chest and playfully whipser " looks like the day got even hotter huh~"

( oops this got long im sorry sjdjdj -💚)

ANON YOURE FEEDING ME WITH THESE HIMMEL CONTENTS AND I LOVE YOU FOR DOING THIS FEED ME MORE PLS IM HUNGRY, IM THIRSTY FOR HIMMEL

I. NEED. MORE. HIMMEL >:((

And you also included one of his kinks of shower sex!? I mean it’s not really shower but yeah he’s into those taking a bath with his darling ;3c

And that sir 👀 i have a headcanon where himmel has the position of the student council president and he sometimes stays late to finish all the paperworks and his darling often visits him to check on how he’s doing.

Wink wonk we know where this is going ♪(´ε｀ ) himmel, stressed, desk sex—

[starlight-writes-stuff]

camping hc’s w/ the feral boys <3

AYO LOOK AT THESE : implied smut if u look hard enough , but really just some cute , fluffy feral boys content lol . these ended up being really fun to write so let me know if u have any other ideas for more hc’s !! ily , starlight ☁

reblogs are always appreciated !!! <3

all as a group - 

god help us all this would be a MESS

you guys would get one of those massive tents that have separate rooms for everyone

s’mores are a guarantee

alex and clay would light their marshmallows on fire

and chase each other around with them

karl is FOCUSED on getting the perfect golden roast

sapnap keeps nudging him to mess the marshmallow up

george literally has his marshmallow in the fire for .2 seconds

clay would give him so much shit for it and the two of them would “argue”

but george would end up breaking his smore in half for clay

and feeding it to him most likely 

alex would bring his guitar and play it while everyone sat around the fire

sapnap would definitely start singing ‘campfire song’ from spongebob

everyone would pick up

and dissolve into laughter

clay would be the first to bring up telling scary stories

you’d be scared as shit from the words he was crafting

youd sandwich yourself between karl and alex

alex would poke your waist , jumpscaring you

and you’d pout saying you’re going to bed

youd walk into the tent

they would all C O M P L A I N but eventually join you

at least one of them pees on the fire “to make sure its completely out”

george would ‘knock’ on the tent to see if you were dressed

because they’re respectful , your honor

everyone would meet in the main part of the tent with sleeping bags and pillows and blankets

completley abandoning all the separate rooms

you’d all take turns talking about nothing at all really

making stupid jokes

if you fell asleep first , clay and george would make everyone whisper

you need your beauty sleep

they’d all fade pretty fast after that

but karl would wake everyone to watch the sunrise together

dream -

would have the top of the line camping equipment

even if it was for like

a two day trip

he’d go to an outdoor store and come home with an entire car full of camping shit

a portable grill

a blowup mattress

the nicest two person tent money could buy

the full nine yards

would put you in charge of planning meals

which is probably a good idea

has had the campsite booked for months

somewhere by a lake

“clay , we literally live by the ocean”

“it’s not the same , baby”

he’s right , its not

would take a mini road trip to get there

he’d make sure to stop at all the tourist traps along the way

you two would end up with a bunch of fruit from a roadside stand

once you finally got there

the tent would essentially pitch itself

he’d do the car salesman slap on the nylon

“best tent money can buy”

you’d probably take a nap , tired from the drive

by the time clay shook you awake the sun was setting

so he'd fire up his little camping grill

pls he’d geek out so hard over it

you’d be awake from the nap

so clay would light a lantern and the two of you would just 

wander around the campsite holding hands

you two would absolutely go swimming at midnight

clay would pick you up in the water 

and have you wrap your legs around him like a koala

he’d pepper your face with kisses

then dunk you under the water

once you two got out you’d get in pajamas

and clay wouldn’t be able to inflate the air mattress

he forgot the pump

but you brought sleeping bags just incase

you two would fall asleep as close as two people in sleeping bags possibly could

sapnap -

would insist on being the manliest man

like would collect firewood and everything

he’d show off the axe he brought

then would chop the wood

he's gloating smh

and would get 125670 % more overprotective when you wanted to try

would stand behind you and show you how to swing

would guide your arms and everything

but would stand like

10 feet away

when you went to actually swing

spooked by how hard you chopped

but also proud ???

would build a fire as it got dark

and tell you how pretty you looked in the light from the flames

he’d be pretty old school w camping food

would stab a poker through hotdogs

he’d help you roast yours , rotating it so it cooked even

would forget the buns and condiments

“i thought we had everything!”

the two of you would die of laughter

just eating ur hotdogs

off of the pokers

however

would remember a stash of candy and snacks

so you end up eating those too

nick would have the tent up in less than five minutes

“fastest tent pitcher on this side of the mississip” 😎

would bring it up 13790 times

he would find a way to zip your sleeping bags up together so it's one big franken-bag

he’s so warm

keeps you toasty

George -

camping was most likely your idea

but gogs is all for it

gets really excited and buys a two person sleeping bag

“so we can still cuddle”

you’d bring all your camping equipment so you had a pad to sleep on

“sleeping on the ground hurts , baby”

“isn't that the whole point ?”

would have his hand on your thigh as he drove to the campsite

and would play loud music the whole way there

with all the windows down

you two would set up camp while it was still light

both struggling™

to get the tent up

it would take y’all like an hour

and both of you would be all sweaty after wrestling with it

so george would change into swimming trunks and wait on you to put on a bathing suit

then he would piggyback you to the lake

running straight into the cold water while you scREAMED

you’d smack him so he’d let you down

then you’d splash him

a splash war would ensue

george would grab your hands , threading them through his

“be nice to me >:,(“

you’d get all soft and wrap your arms around him

the two of you would swim for h o u r s

until someone got hungry

you’d show gogs how to make a campfire

he’d knock over your demonstration

“i want to try”

would nail it on the first shot

you'd be baffled but entirely impressed

after dinner he would show off the oversized sleeping bag

you two would get in together , legs tangled

would probably download movies on his phone beforehand for you guys to watch

he’d fall asleep first , lulled to bed by the sounds of outside

Karl -

loves camping so much

just loves outside in general

would already have a bunch of gear

but would insist on finding a way for you two to be able to sleep together

we all know this boys love language is touch

even in his sleep he needs some sort of skin to skin contact

would buy a camping bed

i feel like karl would want to make “real camping food”

so he’d do hotdogs

and those foil packet thingies with potatoes and corn

he’d show you how to seal they foil and bury it in the coals properly

would scrunch his nose at you while you messed the wrapping up on purpose

“let me do it for you , baby”

would proceed to do it for you

he’d take 100000000000 pictures of you 

in the sunset lighting

the campfire lighting

the moon lighting

because he cant help how beautiful you look

would feed you bites of vegetable in between your hot dog

“are you staying hydrated?”

brought juice boxes , too

he’d set up a place for you guys to stargaze

and would point out all the constellations

yall would make up your own too , giving them full backstories

he’d slow dance with you under the moon until it got too cold to be outside

the two of you would … take advantage of the camping bed

crossing ‘outside’ off the bucket list 😌

by day 3 he was tired of his traditional camping food

would beg you for some of your snacks

you’d feed him oreos and fruit snacks while you guys hiked

Quackity -

was not down™

at first

but once he saw how excited you were 

he would be all in

would go to a camping store with you and pick out equipment

alex would insist on getting the stereotypical camping cookware

“we have to !!!”

“no we dont???”

“yes we do 😤”

would refuse to sleep on the ground

buys one of those camping pad things

would buy a two person sleeping bag as well

“if im doing this im at LEAST sleeping next to you”

you’d beg him to bring his guitar and play it at the campfire

he’d sing you soft songs while you toasted marshmallows

and you’d feed him s’mores

but you two would end up just eating the chocolate bars instead

he’d bring some sort of card game

and you two would get way too competitive

probaby uno

you’d be screaming at each other at like 1 am

“yOU DIDN’T SAY UNO”

would get a noise complaint

but alex does not care

not one bit

would make a joke about you screaming his name instead

ends up loving falling asleep to the sounds of nature

somehow finds his way into being little spoon

you two fall asleep holding each other

and wake up a tangled mess

begs you to stay another night

because he actually likes being away from it all

and getting uninterrupted one-on-one time with his girl

next time you guys get a free weekend , he’s the one who suggests camping

because he loved it so much

[megalony]

Growing soft- Part 2

Here is the second part in my Ben Hardy mini-series that I hope everyone is going to like, thank you all for the lovely feedback so far.

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Part 1

Summary: Ben has always been set on the idea of not having kids, but when (Y/n) becomes a surrogate for Gwilym and his wife, Ben wonders if he really is sure about no kids after all.

Enjoy.

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"Do you feel sick?" Ben's words were hushed so the other people sitting in the waiting room couldn't hear but his face gave away the concern that was creeping into his system. He could tell by the way that (Y/n) was both pursing and biting down on her lips that she was either anxious or uncomfortable and the way she was trying to take very deep, slow breaths implied she didn't feel very well.

"No, I don't think so." (Y/n) let herself slouch back in the rather uncomfortable wooden chair before she tilted her head up to look at Ben, watching his brows raise and a sigh pass through his lips.

"That's reassuring." (Y/n) knew he wasn't mad or irritated, he was trying to make a joke despite the concern he felt. It hadn't escaped his notice that (Y/n) hadn't eaten breakfast or dinner today from feeling too sick to stomach anything. He was just hoping that after this (Y/n) might feel better or the least bit hungry and manage to eat something.

With a roll of her eyes, (Y/n) leaned her head on Ben's shoulder as her eyes slowly started scanning around the waiting room. This was one of the parts (Y/n) didn't like, having to sit around and wait with other people. It worried her in case someone tried to spark off a conversation and she either had to go through the true story of her being a surrogate or she had to make up some fantasy and hope she and the stranger never saw each other again.

The waiting room always made (Y/n) feel a bit uncomfortable because it was like she shouldn't really be here. It wasn't her baby she was here for and it made her feel invalid.

Waiting here also made (Y/n)'s mind run away without her, she could never help but come up with different ideas and daydreams that stuck with her for the rest of the day. Sometimes she just looked at the other couples or women on their own and wondered what their story was, if any of them were surrogates or happy couples or having problems. But most of the time, (Y/n) could never stop her mind from wondering what it would be like if she and Ben were here properly, having a baby of their own that they were here to see on a scan.

(Y/n) couldn't deny that that fantasy was the one she thought about more than anything else. She wanted that. Every time she could feel the baby moving just a little or when she saw them on the screen or even just each time she noticed her stomach growing, (Y/n) wondered what it would be like if this was her baby.

She wanted that feeling, she wanted to look at a scan photo or stare at her stomach and smile knowing that she was having a baby of her own. Instead, each time she looked at her stomach or a scan she was reminded that this wasn't her fantasy, this was someone else's baby she was just bringing into the world like a gift for a friend.

When (Y/n) had agreed to this and talked to the doctors about it they had talked her through everything and told her that it would be hard. They said she would have an emotional attachment to the baby and that made it hard for some surrogates to give the baby over to the parents. (Y/n) knew that would never be the case with her. At first, she thought it wouldn't be the case because she was too strong willed for that and had too much love for her friends to hurt them in such a way.

But now (Y/n) knew she would never be able to keep the baby or have an attachment to them because she knew they weren't hers. (Y/n) didn't know if it was selfish of her or not, but she wouldn't want to bring up the baby knowing that they weren't truly hers. Every day she would know that the child had none of her DNA or traits or features, she would see Gwilym and Amy in them and it would make her resent the child. She had no want or need to keep this child because it would feel like she was stealing or kidnapping them from their true parents.

"Baby, you ready?"

(Y/n) didn't even hear her name being called out by the midwife, she'd been too lost in her thoughts until Ben pulled her back to reality. Nodding her head, (Y/n) knitted her hands together as they got up and followed the midwife down the corridor and into one of the rooms on the right.

"Okay, you're just over five months, so you can find out the gender today if you like?" The midwife was as chirpy as ever with the same smile on her lips as they all entered the room.

(Y/n) turned her head towards Ben when they were both sat down and a silent look passed between them before Ben motioned his hand towards (Y/n), indicating that it was her decision, not his. They both knew that Gwilym and Amy would want to know, but they didn't have to find out right now if (Y/n) didn't want to know. But it wasn't her baby and (Y/n) knew deep down that knowing the gender wouldn't affect her.

"Yes, please." (Y/n)'s voice was quiet but there was a small smile on her lips, more due to the fact that she couldn't wait to see how Gwilym and Amy would react when they knew what they were having. (Y/n) could just see Gwilym with a little girl to dote on, but Ben more imagined Gwilym with a boy. He could see his friend reading books and doing all the voices and characters to him.

The moment (Y/n) pulled her shirt up over her stomach, Ben reached for her hand out of habit and when (Y/n) turned to look at him, there was a soft smile on his lips as the midwife got the monitor ready.

Ben didn't quite know what it was, but there was just something about the baby's heartbeat that got to him. During the first scan, he didn't really pay much attention to the heartbeat that was faint and quiet to the point he had drowned it out. But this time, it sounded more magnified, it was like a drumbeat that he couldn't help but focus on. After learning to play the drums for Bohemian Rhapsody, whenever Ben listened to a song now he always picked up on the rhythm and drumbeat before he even registered the lyrics or the song itself.

His ears were trained to listen out for the beats and the baby's heartbeat was all he could hear right now, and he liked it.

There was something about the steady rhythm that felt so relaxing yet adrenaline inducing to Ben and it made his foot begin to tap against the floor and caused his leg to jitter up and down.

The heartbeat entranced him so much that he stared blankly at the screen for a few seconds before realising that the picture had formed and the baby was now on the screen. The first time they had seen the baby on the screen, the image had been blurry to the untrained eye and it was a very small image considering the baby was only twelve weeks formed. But this time around, the image was almost perfectly clear. They could see the head properly this time and the way the body was coiled round like the baby was trying to form the letter C. Ben could even see the baby's hands that were held protectively to their chest.

"Congratulations, you're having a baby boy."

Those few words seemed to wash over (Y/n)'s head completely as her mind started to wander once again. Wondering what it would be like if it was her and Ben who were expecting a baby boy, she'd never given it much thought what gender their own baby would be if they ever had one. (Y/n) could see Ben with a boy, a little version of him who he could teach to play rugby or photography.

Still stuck in her thoughts, (Y/n) turned her head to look over at Ben but her eyes narrowed the more she looked at him. She could feel his finger tapping against the back of her hand but she now realised he was tapping in time with the heartbeat. But what captured her attention more was the very distant but gentle smile as his eyes moved from the monitor to look at (Y/n).

(Y/n) had never seen Ben smile quite like that before, he didn't seem like he was just fondly looking at the monitor or like he was thinking about Gwil or Amy, it was something different that (Y/n) couldn't work out.

Whatever the look was, (Y/n) couldn't work it out, nor could she explain it or understand it when all the time she had known Ben, he had been set on not having kids of his own.

So why was he looking at the screen like that?

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"It's a boy." (Y/n) bit down on her lip like she was trying to stop her smile from spreading too wide when she saw the looks on Amy and Gwilym's faces. In the beginning, something had told (Y/n) that Amy knew exactly what she wanted in terms of having a boy or a girl whereas Gwilym seemed to just be content with the thought of a child of their own in general. But now, seeing how Amy was reduced to tears, (Y/n) knew any thoughts or ideals her friend had were replaced by the reality she now had.

Amy had no need to imagine what her child would look like or if it would be a boy or a girl and who they would take after or what they would do because she could find out now. She didn't have to create a fantasy of the perfect family and the perfect world because she could have that child she had been longing for.

Amy's fantasies and daydreams were over but now (Y/n)'s were just beginning.

Reaching into her bag, (Y/n) pulled out the scan photo the midwife had given them before gently holding it out to Amy who was sat next to her on the sofa in between (Y/n) and Gwilym. Amy seemed to look at the picture like she was imagining it but her hesitation to take the photo was dashed by Gwilym reaching across and taking it instead.

A tut of annoyance passed Amy's lips but it didn't dash the smile on her lips and it didn't prevent the tears of happiness from falling down her cheeks. She leaned against Gwilym's arm and rested her head on his shoulder so she could look at the photo for a few moments before her attention quickly went back to (Y/n).

"I can't thank you enough for what you're doing for us." Amy whispered the words against the shell of (Y/n)'s ear when she pulled her friend into a crushing hug. Trying to push her emotions onto (Y/n) so she could understand just how grateful she and Gwilym were and always were going to be for what (Y/n) was doing for them.

"You've thanked me enough, really." (Y/n) patted Amy's back before they pulled away and she clasped her hands together in her lap. It was lovely to see Amy and Gwilym so happy and their appreciation made (Y/n)'s heart soar, but at the same time it made her feel a little bit awkward. They had no need to thank her any more than this, they were thanking her when she even considered doing this for them in the beginning.

There was still four more months to go before the baby would be born and it made (Y/n) shiver to think they were thanking her already when something could still happen or go wrong before the baby was born.

"Have you thought any more about what kind of birth you want?" Gwilym's voice caused (Y/n) to pull out of her thoughts before she looked around Amy to see him. His thumb was absentmindedly rubbing over the picture in his hand but his focus was solely on (Y/n). "Didn't you say you wanted a home birth?"

(Y/n) was surprised Gwilym remembered her saying that considering she had only said that in a fleeting moment when they were first discussing everything after she agreed to do this. A home birth had quickly left (Y/n)'s mind not long after she started considering it. (Y/n) knew that if this was her and Ben's baby, a home birth would be at the top of her list, no questions asked. But this wasn't their baby and it would forever stick with (Y/n) if she had the baby at home to then think about that in the dead of night when the baby was no longer there. It would only make the room feel tainted or weird.

This wasn't (Y/n)'s baby and she knew she wouldn't feel comfortable having someone else's baby in her home just to give them away.

"I think I just want a normal delivery at hospital." (Y/n) smiled before letting her eyes wander over to Ben who was sitting on the armchair to her left. He was nursing a cup of coffee that seemed to have stolen his attention for the past few minutes. But it was clear he had been partially listening because when he caught (Y/n)'s eye he smiled and nodded.

The thought of a water birth only made (Y/n) cringe. She knew it was a normal thing but she wasn't keen on the thought of sitting or laying in warm water when she would be overheating herself. If anything it would make her feel uneasy and uncomfortable, she couldn't even lay in the bath for too long without feeling desperate to get out and escape the heat and water that made her skin shrivel up.

(Y/n) didn't have all the details planned out yet, she didn't even want to think about the birth right now since it was a few months away. But she knew for certain that wherever she ended up having the baby, the only person she was letting into that room with her was Ben.

She knew this was a big thing for Gwilym and Amy, she would be mad if it wasn't, but she couldn't have them in the delivery room with her. The thought of either of them in the room watching her go through that pain made her uncomfortable more than she could even comprehend. This was their baby, not hers but (Y/n) couldn't go through that knowing they were looking over her shoulder just waiting to hold the baby they had been longing for.

Ben was the only person (Y/n) would ever allow to see her like that and she couldn't change her mind about this even if she wanted to.

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Running her fingers through her slightly tangled hair, (Y/n) pushed her hair from her eyes that were locked onto Ben's frame, wondering why he was suddenly looking at her like he was. His head was tilted at an angle and his eyes were narrowed like his vision was zooming in on her to get a better look at something. Her feet froze in place when she got to the bottom of the stairs and her free hand gripped the banister just a little bit tighter, wondering what was wrong.

"What?" (Y/n) felt her heart jumping into her chest as adrenaline began to flutter in her stomach. He didn't look angry or annoyed or outraged, but he certainly looked confused and like he was concentrating on something.

"You never wear my button-ups." Ben's expression stayed mostly the same except for his eyes widening a little as he pointed to the shirt (Y/n) was wearing.

The sudden worry pooling in her stomach evaporated instantly and a sigh escaped her lips at knowing nothing was seriously wrong and that he wasn't mad at her for something. Tilting her head down, (Y/n) scanned the shirt she had decided to wear before a lopsided smile came over her lips. She had picked up the habit of stealing Ben's jumpers and sometimes his jackets too, not that he minded. Ben had grown into the habit of buying clothes he knew (Y/n) would like so they could share since he knew she would just pinch his things anyway.

But one of the things she never wore were his button-up shirts. Ben himself didn't wear them all that often but he thought they looked good on (Y/n), yet she never really wore them.

"Your stuff fits better than mine, I thought this might look nice... what do you think?" (Y/n) looked down at the shirt she chose as she walked over until she was stood in front of Ben before she held her arms out at her sides so Ben could look her over and her choice of clothing.

(Y/n) owned a few baggy items of clothing and all of her leggings and looser trousers still fitted her perfectly well. But her shirts were becoming a bit too snug for her liking and since Ben was taller and broader than she was, his clothing was either a perfect fit for her changing shape or it was baggy on her. So she was mostly stealing his clothes at the moment and when she scanned his wardrobe this morning, the plain white shirt seemed to stand out more than the rest.

Biting down on her lip, (Y/n) looked up at Ben when he didn't say anything but his eyes didn't catch her gaze, his vision was focused solely on the shirt she was wearing and her waist in particular. The look in Ben's eyes made (Y/n) bite down on her lip a bit harsher and stopped her breathing but she didn't know what to do or what to say.

Ben didn't wear those button up shirts very often, only if he was going out somewhere that meant he couldn't wear any hoodies and he had to look casual. But seeing it on (Y/n) was something else entirely. She hadn't bothered to tuck the shirt into her trousers so the hem hung around her thighs. The first few buttons were undone and the sleeves were rolled up very unevenly and loosely to her elbows. (Y/n) looked so casual and relaxed with the shirt like that but she also looked rather different than normal, but Ben liked it.

"Sexy."

(Y/n) pursed her lips and closed her eyes for a second longer than normal to try and comprehend what word just escaped her husband's lips which was clearly something he had meant to think and not say.

(Y/n) felt the greatest urge to laugh out of nervousness but she couldn't find the ability to do that, let alone try and speak. How could Ben think she looked sexy wearing one of his shirts when she was pregnant? The shirt didn't exactly do anything to hide her stomach or her hips and if she undid one more button it wouldn't hide her cleavage very well either. (Y/n) thought she looked rather good in this shirt but she wouldn't have thought she looked sexy, at least not whilst she was pregnant.

"You... um... really?" (Y/n) looked down at herself again like she thought Ben was looking at someone else instead of her before her eyes found his. His lips were pressed into a thin line and his eyes were wandering her up and down, he clearly didn't mean to say that outloud. "Sexy, like this?" (Y/n) managed to smile as she moved her hand to her stomach like Ben just overlooked the little fact of the baby.

"Yeah... it's a good look on you." Ben's hands found their way to (Y/n)'s hips, pulling her a bit closer as her hands held onto his arms. She felt his hands tightening on her hips when she bit her lip despite her smile, looking like she was about to laugh.

She couldn't have been sure whether Ben meant the shirt in general was a good look, or if he meant the pregnancy but she didn't dare ask because she had a feeling she could have a good guess which one he meant.

Ben almost chided himself for letting his thoughts slip past his lips but he couldn't help it. He didn't understand his own thoughts right now because he knew (Y/n) didn't know how to feel about how her body was changing but he knew exactly how he felt about it and it was a reaction neither of them had been expecting. It wasn't just her wearing his shirt that he liked- he always liked her wearing his clothes, but there was something about the way she looked now she was pregnant that just got under his skin in the best kind of way and he didn't know why.

(Y/n) almost squeaked when Ben kissed her suddenly and quite fiercely and her breath got caught in her lungs when his hands left her hips and travelled south.

What was happening to him?

[hollyhomburg]

Call me Yours Pt.4

(Ot7 x Reader) (Hybrid Au!) (Blind! Reader)

Summary: You never would have imagined that more love was hidden right next door, just over your garden fence.

Pairings: (Human! Hoseok) x (Human! Reader) x (Wolf hybrid! Namjoon) x (Dog hybrid! Seokjin) x (Cat hybrid! Yoongi) x (Tiger hybrid! Taehyung) x (Bunny hybrid! Jungkook) x (Cat hybrid! Jimin)

W/c: 8.6k

Tags/Warnings: Implied hybrid abuse, mentions of hybrid heats, oral, brief sexual content, in heat! Jimin, Sub! yoongi, Dom! Seokjin, slow burn,

Note: The poem briefly referenced in this is typewriter series 2091 by tyler knott gregson, i hope you guys enjoy this chapter thats way way way too long. what even am i trying to do anymore with this series. next part won't be for a while (cuz im going to try to get some other things from different series out in the next few weeks.)

- It’s kind of a lazy day, you’re in between work assignments and Seokjin is on the phone talking with someone about the possibility of a collab. Namjoon and Yoongi are upstairs (you’d heard muted moans coming from Yoongi’s room though- and though initially you’d had half a mind to join them- you realized that you where a little not in the mood after hovering by the door for a few seconds.) 

- So you’d made yourself a cup of tea and put your cellphone in the pocket of your fuzzy cardigan and been intent on listening to the news on your back porch with only the company of the birds so as to not disturb Seokjin. It’s a sunny afternoon. 

- You can tell from the warmth and the little bit of light you can see that it’s going to be a nice day.  The muted shape of the bird feeder hanging, aware of it from the flick of movement that can only be a bird, Fast and quick- it flits across your small field of vision, and you feel your brain relax a little always hungry for any bit of visual stimulation that it can get.

- You hear something shift- someone more likely, the shlick of fabric against the wood of the stairs. You know the listless sound of hybrids enough to not be startled. “Taehyung?” you guess out loud. 

- “Nah it’s me” Jimin answers, and you hear the sound of something furry hitting wood, probably his tail flopping in a light flick, and then the scratch and of a pencil on paper. A bird chirps at you from the birdfeeder as if suddenly startled/ “Where you waiting for Yoongi?��� 

- “Kind of” he says, and you can hear the pout in his voice as you take your seat at the glass table, wrapping the blanket more firmly around your shoulders. Jimin offers no more explanation for his appearance, but you don’t ask after it. “Will the news bother you? I’m trying to find a quiet place to listen because Seokjin is on the phone.” 

- “It won’t- you can play it.” You click on your phone and set it on the table, kicking your feet up on the opposite chair, the drone of your favorite newscaster voice soft and quiet against the melody of the birds and Jimin’s scratching. The first segment ends, and then the next ends too. Your teacup ended. 

- You can still dimly hear Seokjin’s laughter as he talks to the person on the phone- you think it was some other cooking YouTuber who has a fox hybrid partner that wants to start some kind of cooking show with Seokjin. So you stay outside, content to listen to the birds and puzzle along your own thoughts. That and the sound of Jimin’s pencil scratching along a pad of paper.

- “What are you working on?” you ask about a half an hour after you first sat down. The scratching stops at your question. “I’m ugh- just drawing Namjoon’s garden- since it’s so pretty, and because Jungkook and him aren’t working in it and like moving stuff around yet.” 

- “Oh can I see it?” “Uhm- sure?” Jimin says, not really sure what you mean, but he brings his sketchbook over regardless, he’s nearly done anyway, he takes a second to darken up the spot by the fence that’s in early morning shadow. The hedge a muted dark shape. 

- Your fingers glide over the paper feeling where the divots are in it- the oblong shape of a leaf; there is something gorgeous about the careful pattern of strokes. You feel under the paper too- trying to feel the parts that must be the most heavily shaded. 

- “You know I can’t really tell when things are beautiful from a visual standpoint but this- it seems really nice.” Jimin is so thankful that you can’t see his blush (and then instantly feels guilty for feeling thankful for your blindness) but really- he doesn’t show his drawings to like anyone yet, it’s still a new thing that he’s exploring. He takes his sketchbook back from you after a moment stuttering out a thank you. 

- Hoseok only sees the sketches because Jimin has the unfortunate habit of leaving his papers around in Hoseok’s spare room. He keeps his sketchbook  (the first thing he’d ever asked for from Hoseok) shoved in a drawer in the spare room back home and closed with a large rubber band when he’s not drawing in it. He’s only had the book for a few months but already he’s almost completely filled it up. 

- He’s sketched everything, the moonlight shifting through Hoseok’s kitchen and the reading nook, Hoseok’s favorite mug that he uses every morning, the blue and yellow polka dots sketched in painful detail. 

- The line of the buildings that Jimin can see from the roof- a full panorama of the city limits.  Their front door and the old empty window boxes (Now full of pansies from Namjoon), the sleeping face of Taehyung- his cheek pressed to a pillow mouth almost open. Jungkook’s ears laced through his curly hair as his back is turned to Jimin as he plays his video games.  

- The line of Hoseok’s legs and arms slung over the leg of the couch, his sharp nose and equally as jagged jaw, his eyelashes cushioned against his high cheekbones. The curl of his hair against his forehead and endlessly Hoseok's delicate lips. the downturn curve of his brow as Hoseok sleeps. 

- Jimin doesn’t draw any of  them when they’re awake, doesn’t ask them to sit for a portrait. He isn’t confident enough about his skills to show anyone, at least not yet (and maybe not ever). Jimin noses along the edge of your shoulder and it’s a testament to how use to affection from hybrids you are that you don't even shift when he begins to cuddle up against your back.

- “I could… draw you? If you want?” Jimin mumbles against your scapula, cheeks warm, fingering his pencil in his hands. You lean back in your chair, “sure just let me like- start a new podcast or something.” You flick on a podcast and lean back in your chair. 

- “Turn your face a little bit to the left” Jimin says, so that he can sketch your profile better. and you do, but a little too far, so he gets up and moved it himself, his fingers gentle as he moves your chin into position. You pretend you’re not blushing, and Jimin, for once, decides to pretend too and not tease you (though you’re certain if it was Yoongi he would- but you don’t blame him- Yoongi is so fun to rile up). 

- The podcast starts with the usual intro and Jimin sketches. Not for the first time- Jimin wishes he’d had Hoseok buy him some colored pencils so that he could get the shade of your eyes right. Like thin clouds on a summer day. Your face isn’t so sever like Hoseok’s, but there is something quietly beautiful about the slope of your cheeks and the curl of your hair against your chin and shoulder. 

- Jimin makes a line and then instantly erases it- wrong wrong wrong- for the adorable curve of your nose that Jimin wants to immortalize because it’s just that- adorable- so adorable he could almost kiss it. Though he’s certainly not the only one in his house that wishes it. 

- The first podcast ends and the second one startup. Jimin’s foot brushes yours where it’s propped up as Jimin dots his pencil in the spots that you have beauty marks. “Y/n I’m all Fin- oh Jimin! That looks gorgeous!” Jimin has never blushed or moved faster in his whole life. Closing his book with a sharp thump and hugging it to his chest and turning away from Jin in the doorway.  Cheeks absolutely flaming, he stands so quick that he almost knocks over the chair he was sitting in. 

- “u-uhm thank you Jin- I should-”Luckily at that moment, Yoongi pops up behind Jin, his hair all wet and a little spikey. The smile he gives Jimin is so wide and gummy that Seokjin runs his fingers through his hair at the nape, not that Yoongi pays him any mind in the wake of seeing park Jimin in the morning- he’s nearly as starry-eyed as Jungkook is when he looks at Namjoon. “Hey Minnie! Ready for that movie?” he asks.

- At that same moment that Jungkook and Tae call Namjoon’s name from over the garden fence, Then appear after a moment. Jungkook stumbling half-asleep into Taehyung shoulder. with his sunhat in one hand, Tae smiles down at him, hugging Jungkook to his side to keep him up straight, his puffy cheeks proudly on display. 

- Yoongi and Jimin disappear inside of your house while Seokjin still stands behind you, Namjoon replaces them in the doorway, stopping to press a kiss to Seokjin’s lips and then to yours. Namjoon gives you both a dimply smile, wordless fondness in his eyes and joins the Youngers in the garden, not before the other two have both hugged you in greeting of course.

- Jungkook stumbles when he hugs you, putting his full weight you’re your arms, murmuring “slept so weird last night- still feel half asleep,” making you giggle, his tail twitching a little then falling flaccid as he starts to list in your arms making you giggle when Seokjin steps in to keep both of you upright. 

- “Why don’t you dose in the sun then bunny” Seokjin says, concerned because Jungkook nearly just fell asleep on his feet and he definitely shouldn’t be handling a pair of clippers today. The older skims his fingers across Jungkook’s built shoulders, Jungkook leans into the touch, happy to be doted on. 

- “I’m sure I could find you a blanket” Seokjin plies as Taehyung scent marks along your neck, and gives a wide purr in hello, Both of you oblivious to the way that Jungkook’s heart jumps at the affection of his hyung. He blushes and looks up, remembering the other day when they all piled happy onto a blanket and Seokjin’s chest had been pressed to his back, Namjoon to his front, and Jungkook had felt snuggled down and closed up in the best way. “oh” Jungkook plays with his fingers, “please hyung.” 

- The blanket is sent for and retrieved. Hoseok is at work- he’d already sent you a voice message- telling you that the others might be over a little late- they’d all stayed up watching some movie marathon last night- Jungkook was intent on showing Taehyung and Jimin the entire collection of Avengers movies- despite the fact that neither of them are as into the movies as the youngest is. 

- And you find that the early morning coolness has faded by the time Seokjin has returned to hand over a thick knit blanket to Jungkook, which he fluffs out on the grass, and promptly curls up on. the straw hat over his eyes to give him some darkness (not to mind that he’ll wake up in about 50 minutes feeling too hot and listless and in need of cooling off- for now he’s glad for he leisurely heat) 

- Tae is content to help Namjoon and talk to him about planting, and what new things he’s planning on getting from the garden centre in the next few weeks once the summer starts in full swing and the last cold day has passed.  Somehow you end up listening to a podcast in the kitchen, moving around Seokjin while you fold some laundry and he washes some dishes and chats to you about the collab. you help him with some wording on a contract that he wants to set up, and before you know it it’s well into the afternoon. 

- Hoseok is going to be back from work sooner than later, it’s an early day, and it’s become enough of a habit for him to come hang around after work with his hybrids at your place,  that Seokjin finds you fussing with a brush and your hair, and instantly takes it from you- as he always does, tugging it through your hair.  

- The sound of Jimin’s giggles (and a movie that he and Yoongi are definitely not watching) in your living room filtering through along with the shrieks of Taehyung and Jungkook in the garden. And the unmistakable sound of the hose hitting the side of the wall- it is a pretty warm day outside. You’re not surprised that they got out the hose. 

- “My skin is so dry from the change of seasons I really need to go get some facemasks” you whine patting at your face (and the many dry spots) sat at the kitchen table. Jin’s feet propped up on your lap. 

- Yoongi steps into the kitchen depositing the now empty bowl of popcorn into the sink before he leans over the table to tilt your face this way and that. “Yeah you do” he scoffs, mirthful. His hands cupping your cheeks tenderly and squishing them in a little, you pout making it more comical and Yoongi grins,  “Don’t tease- you won’t like it when I’m looking like the loch ness monster in a few weeks.”

- “Did someone say face masks?” Jimin says,  hovering by the bottom of the stairs, his ears perked up. Making both Seokjin and Yoongi look up at him. His eyes are wide cheeks pink. 

- “Yeah my skin is so dry” you whine, tilting your head into Yoongi’s side. Jimin comes to rub along him too. And Seokjin finds himself besotted by how snuggled down and protective Yoongi looks, with each of you under each arm, he catches Seokjin’s look, his eyes glassy and thankful. the resounding purr vibrates against your cheek. 

-  “I love facemasks,” Jimin says, voice vibrating around a purr in answer to Yoongi's,  launching into a discussion of the various kinds and- “oh my god the ones from nature republic are like so much better than the etude house ones and the skin food ones are okay but don’t get the chemical peel ones.” 

- Taehyung and Jungkook stumble through the door, yelping when Seokjin immediately pulls them under each arm, Jungkook crumbling instantly when the elder starts scent marking him. 

- Taehyung relaxes a little uneasily- still tense and tired from what? Seokjin doesn't know. Eventually listing his weight into Seokjin’s shoulder, pliant and a little uneasy as Seokjin's hand slides down his back to his waist Seokjin nuzzles at his neck in hello. 

- “Needy” Jungkook says, a little bratty, smiling something small and delicate. “Oh shush” Seokjin says, words strangled by the whine in his throat. “Like you don’t get twice as bad on the daily. Like you weren’t worse earlier” 

- “Oh,” Taehyung catches the scene behind them, you and Jimin snuggled down by Yoongi, talking about going on a shopping trip sometime soon.  “Yeah- they’re cute, now snuggle me because I am also cute” Seokjin whines. Taehyung and Jungkook are only too quick to oblige him. 

- It’s only then that Seokjin realizes that Taehyung is actually complexly covered in mud, even some of it on his shirt and not on his pants, but mostly dry, when some of it cracks and falls onto the floor. Jungkook is a little less muddy.  

- “Jesus Christ Taehyung. You need a fucking shower,” Taehyung extricates himself from the indignant Seokjin, who turns to continue chopping the salad that he’d started to work on, for an early dinner, the heavy ceramic blue bowl half full of shaved carrot and tomatoes. 

- “Take off your shirt too! I don’t want your tracking mud around the house.” he says as Namjoon comes inside to see where his two helpers have gone, as Jimin and Yoongi recede back into the living room. There is already the understanding that Taehyung will help Seokjin cook dinner for all of them when he gets out like usual, Jungkook is leaning in the doorway of your bedroom- talking to you or Namjoon- who probably slipped in there to get something. 

- Taehyung smiles at Seokjin as he starts to move to the now unoccupied dinner table. “Okay hyung” he says, and starts stripping. Seokjin tries not to be flustered at the immediate drop of Taehyung’s pants revealing his impossibly small boxers,  stuttering out a few words before Taehyung smiles up at him, something about his heavy stare learned from Jimin and his endless flirting- but less self aware. 

- “Don’t worry hyung I’ll keep my boxers on” he laughs as Seokjin splutters and rolls his eyes, and goes back to cutting tomatoes as his face also resembles a tomato. dear lord this boy would be the death of him. Next door, Seokjin can hear the car door slam, Hoseok must have just gotten home from work. 

- Taehyung turns to walk to the shower upstairs- not to the one in your bedroom, and and Seokjin drops the bowl.

- It shatters against the tile floor loudly, lettuce and glass glaze mixing, sending shards this way and that and tomatoes rolling. But Seokjin almost misses it- especially when it narrowly misses his feet. 

- Standing in the middle of a cacophony of shards is the least of his issues right now because Taehyung- Taehyung’s back- Seokjin feels like he can’t breathe. 

- Taehyung’s back is… for lack of a better word… mutilated.  

- There are probably 4 or 5 vertical stripes of scar tissue crises crossing across his back. Old and healed a light pink, but gruesome nonetheless- erupting the tan skin of his back and puckering the line of a shoulder inward, curving along the edge of a shoulder blade. Even as he turns startled and rushes over. More worried about Seokjin’s feet then at whatever had been done to him. 

- Even as Taehyung stoops to pick up the back and starts picking up the careful, Seokjin can see them cresting over the tops of his shoulders. As bad as Namjoon’s or maybe a little worse, Seokjin is not one to weigh one pain against the other. 

- Hoseok chooses that moment to appear at your back stoop- looking a little tired from work and a little warn, his black button-down rumpled and pushed up at the elbows, his tie missing. He makes eye contact with Seokjin “are you okay? I thought I heard a crash.” 

- You and Namjoon come rushing to see about the crash, Seokjin flinches when the door opens, and slams into it’s casing, tail jumping. “What’s wrong? Oh Hobie! I didn’t realize you got back” you ask, as Hoseok makes a noise in the back of his throat and starts helping Tae pick up the shards, taking one look at Tae, then Seokjin and understanding. 

- Hoseok waves Tae back, since Hoseok is the only one with shoes. Dumping the remnants into the wastebasket. As Yoongi gets the broom from the closet appeared to question after the sound as well. If Taehyung is intimidated or uncomfortable with everyone being able to see his back he doesn't show it. he holds Seokjin's stare, the same tiredness from earlier returning to his eyes. 

- “What- what happened to you?” Seokjin lets out the words a near hiss. Taehyung looks up at Seokjin under his fringe, but doesn’t answer. The words are directed at Hoseok anyway, A little accusatory. But Hoseok’s eyes get this far away look in them, his jaw tensing he shakes his head at Seokjin. 

- Seokjin knows  that Hoseok couldn’t have done this- Taehyung’s only lived with Hoseok for a few months and these marks are years old at least- and some even look older than others- which means this was more than one event- and Seokjin’s thoughts are rushing over each other angry like a river building into a tidal wave of anger, a growl bubbling with is throat. 

- Taehyung wraps his arms around Seokjin’s mid-drifts, and folds his shoulders thighs and small, lets Seokjin’s hand lace through his cinnamon hair and hold him close. Hoseok leans back against your kitchen table half of the bowl in his hands, watching Seokjin and Taehyung with half-lidded eyes. Sighing and holding Seokjin’s gaze. 

- By your side, Namjoon’s eyes are dark, your hand twined with his but his arms are still stiff. Yoongi’s hands brush down his arms in passing to the wastebasket, soothing away the memories there. No one but Seokjin catches it.

- But Seokjin still feels- angry, angry that soft, gentle and quiet Taehyung would have been subject to this kind of hurt, that people still treat hybrids like this in this day and age. Seokjin’s hands are shaking, even as he smooths down Tae’s back and skimming over the marks lightly.  Anger licking up the walls of his chest. He can tell his scent must be making the other hybrids in the room agitated by how Tae’s tail hangs and Yoongi’s puffs up like he can’t control it. 

- “They use to use whip on the elephants. And on us when we misbehaved-“ Seokjin blanches. Thinking about that- about how deep the marks look. “I tried to run away once- the ringmaster didn’t like that.” Is the only explanation he gives. 

- “t-there's scar cream in my room” Seokjin definitely does not say that it’s for Namjoon- he’s not sure that any of them have seen him without the sleeves on. Though it’s summer soon, so they’ll probably find out sooner or later. 

- “Do you want to take a bath and I can put some on your back?” Seokjin has to swallow through the thickness- through shining eyes, he turns to Hoseok. “If that’s okay.” Hoseok nods, “we’ll finish dinner”  he says the same moment Yoongi says “I’ll re-make the salad.”  

- Taehyung looks a little put-upon and little unsure, but Hoseok’s nod is enough to reassure him that he can accept Seokjin’s affection. Tae eyes are wide and a little glassy as he looks up at the elder. He looks so so small and so unsure and Seokjin wants to wrap him in a million blankets and put Taehyung where no one can ever hurt his delicate mushy cookie soul again. 

- You stand just inside the door of your bathroom, setting down two plush towels on the double sink counter, as Seokjin starts the tap. “I’ll get Namjoon and Jungkook to help cook too You guys take your time.” you say.  Seokjin can already tell that you’re going to ask Hobi exactly what went on when he leaves- because as sharp as you are you’ve probably put two and two together but you still like to ask and know for sure. 

- The warm air starts to turn Tae’s cheeks pink. “hyung” he says, eyes lidded, “hyung this is so nice,” “hush,” Seokjin says, hand fluttering across Taehyung's hip. The bath is hazy and warm and Seokjin leaves for a few minutes taking Taehyung’s clothes and putting them in the washing machine. 

- Jungkook brings by a fresh pair of clothes for Tae from his house without much preamble. Taehyung and Seokjin come out of your room all snuggly and clean from the bath (that Seokjin may have put a vanilla scented bath bomb in for good measure).

- Namjoon and Yoongi are prepared to smother Tae and lav him with all of the attention they can after he gets out, Yoongi grooming him and Namjoon lining himself snugly along Tae’s back. But Tae doesn’t look scared, or hurt, or any version of upset, only all happy and soft, the purring quickly sounds up. Yoongi returns it as does Namjoon with a contented rumble.

- It’s strange for Seokjin to have nothing to do in his own kitchen, but you and Hoseok move around each other like you’ve cooked together before, even though Seokjin knows you haven't. laughing and bumping each other with your hips by accident and then on purpose. You almost send Hoseok flying and Jimin laughs and throws himself on your shoulder, and hugging you sideways. 

- And Seokjin just Sits for a bit, as you get dinner ready, watching his dance of the new and the old, and feels like the luckiest hybrid in the whole city, maybe the whole world. 

- (the old- Yoongi nosing into the back of your hair Namjoon smiling at you and running out to his grab a little rosemary. And you, oh, endlessly you. Your hair that’s come undone a little bit, the way you carefully run the tips of your fingers along the edge of a cutting board, around a tomato, things you never used to do until Seokjin came and built himself into your heart like a trellis or like a fine tree, every small leaf a different moment of sweet loving, 

- It seems silly that you never used to cook- all those years ago, Seokjin and you in your kitchen that had felt so so big back then with just the two of you in it, and now seems too small with the eight of you. 

- Who would have known that one day it would be full like this. Full of Hoseok’s little side to side movements arguing with Yoongi about what to play out of the portable speaker that you’d gotten him for his birthday, “come on hyung you can’t even dance to this song at least give me something I can shake my booty too” 

- “What booty?” Jimin teases, raising an eyebrow as he blatantly stares at Hoseok’s behind, and makes Namjoon and Jungkook erupt into giggles, and Yoongi send this little half smirk half toothy grin over his shoulder at Jimin. 

- He remembers you saying back then that you weren’t much of a cook and oh, if that you could see you now- Seokjin thinks they’d be very very impressed) 

- (And the many new things- Jimin’s tail getting all fuzzy when he smells the rosemary and makes him aggressively rub at his nose, and Hoseok’s wide laugh at Jimin’s bushy tail, his mouth making a heart shape as Hoseok smiles as Jimin complains it makes his nose feel all prickly.

- Making Taehyung and Jungkook smell it only to have the same reaction. Jungkook’s bunny ears tied behind his head with a bright green scrunchie so they don’t fall in his face. His nose twitching with the smell as he recoils and sneezes, making Hoseok coo at him.  Carrying 2 chairs at a time and grinning at Namjoon’s protest “I’m a strong bunny hyung” showcasing those adorable teeth. 

- Seokjin sits Until Jungkook and Namjoon enlist his help in getting the tables set up outside. Since you definitely don’t have enough room to fit everyone on the kitchen table or the patio table- they need to be combined to fit all 8 of you.  

- And there is something comedic about the amount of food on the table (let's be honest- half of it came from pre-prepared packages that where Hoseok’s staple) because how could they eat so much but Seokjin knows there will barely be any leftovers. 

- Seokjin sits between you and Taehyung and holds your hand the entire time. While Jimin and Yoongi cuddle up on either side of the table. And you and Hoseok sit close, your legs brushing as you ask him about work and he tells you about the printer that exploded on the third floor today.  

- The aftermath, Hoseok washing the dishes, and you sitting on the counter next to them while Jimin dashes around making a game of putting them away with Taehyung. Hoseok’s soapy hand on your knee whenever you say something he loves (ie. Every sentence) his hand brushing yours when he passes you a plate and lingering when he does so. 

- Every second more domestic than the last, their lives twining with yours weaving their way like vines or maybe like threads in a tapestry- so close and snug that it seems like it would be impossible to untangle them now. 

- Eventually Jimin brings up the idea about the face masks again, and You promise you’ll take him the next free day you have. You, Seokjin, Namjoon, and Jimin go on a trip downtown later that week to the shopping district where skincare shops line both sides of the streets and Jimin can spend forever debating each of them with you and he buys a fair amount with his own money and you buy more than a few too. 

- Jimin buys a lot for Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook to try too because they’re in his words “crusty ass bitches that don’t know a thing about skin care” to which Namjoon flicks his cheek and says “stop talking like you’re an American high school student” which makes Jimin whine and say “really it’s your fault for making me watch mean girls and translating for me hyung- how did you even learn English so quick-”. 

- Namjoon trails along behind plopping the ones that smell like foods into your basket when he thinks you aren’t looking. He’s always been fond of the ones that smell like honey. 

- You end up having a skin care facemask night with everyone (Taehyung too- though he shrivels his nose at the chemical smell of the masks and says that his skin is fine thank you very much). 

- Hoseok’s careful fingers pressing down the edges of your mask against your neck where he sits next to you on the couch, His Hand slick with the serum, giggling as you cry “oh it’s so wet- it’s gonna slide off- help- Hobi help” Yoongi throws popcorn into Taehyung and Jungkook mouths, missing as often as he gets it in. Jungkook jumping up quickly to catch one that went far too high, powerful thighs straining against his pants. 

- the mask on your face almost does slide off much to the delight of both Hoseok and Jimin, who giggle on either side of you while Seokjin ties up your hair better to keep it out of the way and then moves to pull Jungkook into his lap on the floor. 

- Next to you Jimin fidgets closer, unable to find a spot that’s comfortable. Yoongi too can’t seem to keep his eyes off of the other hybrid (though that’s nothing new- it is particularly bad that day he straight up throws popcorn into Namjoon’s hair making him whine about getting the literal butter in his hair.)

- “oh my god I remember why we don’t do this.” You laugh. As Jimin tucks a lock behind your ear. Lifting his hand to his face. “Oh this smells good!” he licks his fingers. “And tastes good too!” 

- Seokjin snorts. rolling his eyes “Only you would think that tastes good.” Having recently discovered Jimin’s favorite habit of dunking French fries in milkshakes last week at a drive-in diner that Hoseok had taken both of them too late night (‘sue me it tastes good hyung you just have to try it’ ‘Jimin my taste buds are delicate and sensitive and I am not sullying them with that concoction’

-  ‘Would you do it for a kiss?’ Seokjin spluttering, as Jimin leans forward and presses his strawberry and salt flavored lips to Jin’s and oh- he’s not sure if it’s the cat hybrid that tastes so good or if it’s the combination but he lick’s it out of his mouth regardless) 

- Jimin licks the stuff that’s on his fingers. As Hoseok checks the package, “It is all natural and edible- so I don’t think you’re going to poison yourself.” he finishes what’s on his hand and licks at the edge on the mask and what’s on your skin, licking up the Coolum of your neck, laving wide flat strokes of his tongue. 

- You squeak at the sudden affection- though you’ve seen the hybrids mock groom each other to know that this is kind of what this, Yoongi’s done it to you enough times, though the resounding purrs and rough tongue laving at your throat give you little cause to push Jimin away, he sounds happy. 

- You straighten one moment going rip rod straight, before your body turns to Jelly under Jimin’s mouth, and his lips that occasionally drag against your skin and leave with a smacking sound- you hadn’t realized how plush and puffy they where. There is no mercy under Jimin’s mouth, your own lips parted, breath escaping you like you’d just run up a flight of stairs as he licks harder.

- He licks up to the corner of your jaw and then down again switching to the other side, nosing along the place where you know your scent gland is (or at least wherever it exists on hybrids)

- You knew humans had some sort of natural accumulation of it on their necks, Seokjin and Namjoon have taken in a deep breath at the corner of your neck time enough. Jimin noses along that line, purr increasing with volume before he bites down.

- It’s half gentle, and with nowhere near enough force to actually hurt only ache, and it still makes you let out A small noise- half whimper and half surprised squeak. Every hybrid turns, Taehyung drops a facemask rapper when he sees what’s happening on the couch. 

- Jimin half in your lap caging you in, and your absolutely wrecked expression, neck shining, and Jimin looking equally as flustered, with Hoseok’s hand in the back of his hair, forcefully pulling his head away from your neck. 

- An instinct, some rudimentary part of Hoseok that felt possessive- Jesus Christ- Jimin was his own hybrid and he was worried about you because-because- “Jimin you need to ask consent before you bite someone.” 

- Seokjin barks a laugh, and below him between his legs, Jungkook smiles, the sentence is a funny sentence, and of course Seokjin would think its funny. 

- “Sorry hyung” he murmurs, Jimin’s eyes are cracked and as hazy as yours are looking at you with a hot gaze, Hoseok gulps- Jimin looks like he wants to eat you “sorry Y/n-ah” instead of releasing Jimin’s hair outright. Hoseok loosens his grip running his hand down Jimin’s neck and onto his back in a long stroke trying to calm him down. 

- Jimin chirps and wiggles. Carefully moving from your lap to Hoseok’s. No matter the fact that he’d started on your opposite side (and eventually settles in between you two for the duration of the movie). 

- Seokjin leans over from the other chair and flicks Jimin’s forehead. “Bratt” Jimin’s pout Is lethal. “I said I was sorry.” No one wants to say-” but neither of you look it” but they let it slide. Yoongi setting up the computer, next to him, you put your hand on Hoseok’s arm the contact startles him, his hand grabbing at yours before it lets it go. “It’s okay really.” Is the faint blush there because you’re embarrassed? Or is it there for an entirely other reason?

- They spend the entire movie night like that. Jimin sat sideways across Hoseok’s lap, hugging one of his arms close to his chest his nose in Hoseok’s necks. Your and Hoseok’s hands sitting an inch away While Seokjin and Jungkook relocate to your other side, taking Jimin’s spot. 

- When they get home that night, closing the back door and filing into the kitchen, Jungkook immediately going to get carrot juice from the fridge.  Hoseok sighs and turns to Jimin, Jimin folds himself into his owner’s arms, rubbing his face into Hoseok’s soft sweatshirt and hugging one of his arms. All in all- it’s not as needy as Jimin gets sometimes- but it’s still- this level of affection is a tiny bit out of character. 

- “Jiminie- you sure you’re okay? First the thing with Y/n and then you snuggled me like the whole time babe” Jimin’s forehead is warm against Hoseok’s exposed throat. And when the hybrid pulls back his cheeks are flushed pink. Had he been like this the whole night? Had Hoseok not noticed under the dim light in your living room? Was Jimin getting sick? Hoseok inwardly curses at himself- what kind of owner was he letting his hybrid gets sick and not doing anything about it. 

- “Just feel like- super supper needy today.” Jimin supplies, his words slurry, and half asleep- but it is nearing midnight, thank god Hoseok doesn’t have to work tomorrow. “Okay if you say so-“ Hoseok starts to take a step away, to get a glass of water and go up to bed- but the yowl Jimin lets out is so pitiful that Hoseok and his other hybrids freeze and turn to a suddenly very tearful Jimin. Hoseok practically throws the glass on the table and envelops his hybrid in his arms. Shocked at the sudden onset of actual real tears rolling down Jimin’s cheeks.

- “Minnie-baby what’s wrong?” Hoseok is at a loss “I j-just- I saw you walking away and it made me so upset- I’m being so irrational- and” suddenly, Taehyung steps behind Jimin, tilting the others neck all the way to the side, and giving a hard sniff. “You’re in heat- or about to be” the hybrid says, voice deep and assured. No way around it. 

- “Oh Jiminie-“ Taehyung folds himself harshly along the back line of Jimin so that he’s caged in between Hoseok’s chest. And Jimin instantly looks more aware of his surroundings but no less apprehensive, looking up at Hoseok imploringly bottom lip quivering. 

- It’s not like Hoseok had been completely unaware that this could happen, he knew that prior to and during Jimin’s time at the adoption facility that he’d been mandated to be on suppressors, after he’d started to be healthy enough to have actual heats, Jimin had wanted to go off of them almost immediately when he’d been adopted by Hoseok (as they’d made him vomit most mornings, and made him grumpy and irritable the other half of the time.)

- Honestly Hoseok hadn’t seen the point in keeping Jimin on them- it’s not like birth control is exactly necessary when you can’t get pregnant. And Hoseok had agreed to let Jimin stop taking the pills instantly (it shouldn’t really have been Hoseok’s decision in the first place- it was up to Jimin what he wanted to do with his body)

-  Hoseok remembers saying that and the way that Jimin had looked up at Hoseok, Awestruck and thankful, and later confessed that it was when Jimin realized that Hoseok was going to treat him like an actual human being. 

- And then the doctors visit to discuss a few weeks of lower dosage pills to ease Jimin off of being on suppressants for the better part of his life. What to expect from the first few heats that he’d have- a little more intense, and probably only a few times a year.

- Hoseok had stuttered and blushed when the doctor had straight up insinuated that Hoseok would help Jimin through them, but then again- that was in the first week knowing Jimin and it had felt strange to agree to that. And now…Hoseok can’t imagine letting Jimin go through it alone. 

- and it’s not like Jimin hasn’t pulled Hoseok into bed before either, like they haven't been intimate, though that part of their relationship is new, Taehyung and Jungkook have too.  

- Jimin’s hands are fisted in the front of Hoseok’s shirt, his knuckles brushing against the skin of Hoseok’s chest. Jimin squeaks then crumples further into Hoseok almost needing to be held up with how his legs are starting to shake. 

- He doesn’t even want to ask what Taehyung’s large hands are doing, or what’s making the tiger hybrid look like that, languid and predatory, the smile quirking his lips as Jimin huffs a sigh into Hoseok’s neck. “you smell so good Minnie” Taehyung purrs. “It’s okay Minnie we’ve got you-you're gonna be okay” Jungkook sidles over, leaning to nibble on Jimin’s ear, making the hybrid collapse further his knees all jelly and no muscle. 

- His body feels small and hot against Hoseok’s, and when Taehyung’s arm flexes he can feel Jimin’s hips jump against him. “Poor Jimin” Jungkook says, hands smoothing over the elders shoulder. “Let us take care of you.”

- It’s totally totally weird that Hoseok hasn’t come over by midday the following Saturday, you mill about in the kitchen after waffles, wondering where they could be. Jin puts the extra waffle mix away scolding himself for feeling forlorn. it’s not like he’d invited them over, but he’d gotten so used to the other hybrids from the house next door turning up that he’d started to make extra of every meal as a precaution. 

- Yoongi himself is the most agitated out of the bunch, pacing in front of the door and then extending his track to the living room not stopping no matter how much Seokjin tells them to quit it. Namjoon too, is a little flustered, his ears standing to attention. 

- Something strange and heady scent tickling at his nose, just not close enough to really figure out what it was sets him on edge. The wolf hybrid is Seokjin’s shadow, not letting him get more than a few feet away before he starts whining. “What’s gotten into you Joon” Seokjin asks, when he gets up suddenly and is immediately pulled back to Namjoon’s side. Namjoon flushes, and lets Seokjin get up for real this time, murmuring out a “sorry.” 

- You try your best to go about your day as you normally would as does everyone else baring Yoongi. You check your phone and find your voice message unanswered. It’s not until just before lunchtime that a very ruffled looking Jungkook comes knocking at your back door. 

- “Hey Jungkoo-” Seokjin says as he opens the door- voice dying in his throat when the scent on Jungkook hits him with full force, Seokjin is only dimly aware of Yoongi full on tripping and Namjoon sitting straight up and growling.  Jungkook blushes, somehow, abashed. Namjoon can’t stop staring at the ring of hickeys and full on bite marks that encircle Jungkook’s neck like a collar, the dark two circles from canines on his neck nestled in the semi-circles. 

- Jungkook’s bunny tail twitches. “Hey hyung- I-I’m not here to hang out- just, Hoseok though I should tell you, Jimin went into heat last night so you might not see us for a few days. Hoseok wanted to come over but he was uhm- too occupied.”

- Jungkook’s cheeks are absolutely flaming by the time he finishes the sentence and Seokjin blushes too, Yoongi’s tail is bushy and full as Jungkook quickly leaves again, Yoongi makes to follow almost instantly blocked by Seokjin.

- “No.” Seokjin says, and Yoongi’s spine shivers, “you gotta- heats are something you gotta ask about Yoongi- you can't” and logically Yoongi knows- knows that he can’t go over hand help Jimin through it the thought of sultry Jiminie, and the smell that clung to Jungkook, two parts liquid temptation and one part peaches and creamy Jimin softness.

- Just thinking about smelling that from the source and not just Jungkook who was drenched has Yoongi thinking with his instincts and not with his head, that's the only real reason why he got up to follow, his alphas voice cut through that tension like a knife and suddenly Yoongi’s focus is razor sharp. 

- he looks up at Seokjin already looking strung out, “please” Yoongi’s fists on Seokjin’s forearms around you his chest heaving, reaching to pull you close too  as Namjoon runs a hand down his back. “Please- I need- I need all of you.” his pupils are wide and glassy. Leaning his head over to nestle in your neck, trying to drown Jimin’s scent out with yours, and groans shifting listlessly. 

- Hand gripping your waist and sliding down to your ass, his favorite part of you, groaning into your mouth when he squeezing and feels it’s weight, prompting as Yoongi lifts you up and puts you on the table. He starts to kiss along your jaw, the same place Jimin kissed yesterday, biting down like he would have, but a little harder. Yoongi trembles. Thoughts of the other cat aren’t completely out of his head until Seokjin tugs his tail and Namjoon nibbles on his ear, all the while you start stuttering out heavy breaths and slide your palms down Yoongi’s chest and he sucks hickey after hickey onto your throat.

- “There now” Seokjin growls, Yoongi’s heady scent mixing with the leftover remnants of Jungkook’s visit. As intoxicating as it is dangerous for Seokjin’s self control. “let us get your mind off this kitten.”

- “Mmmnot a kitten” Yoongi mumbles,”Seokjin laughs diminutively, the shame and arousal in equal parts licks hot down Yoongi’s spine, “right now you are.” 

- Saturday is a mess of clothes on the floor, sighed names pressed against skin, and marks sucked, claiming, mine mine mine. Jimin is chanting that when Jungkook finally stumbles back into the bedroom. Both him and Hoseok a mess of sweat, saliva, and other bodily fluids. Taehyung is passed out on the bed, bite marks littering his neck as well and his hips, But Hoseok does a good enough job of holding Jimin through an orgasm. Teeth gritting as his hips cante upward. 

- Jimin’s eyes are almost black, his cheeks red and his blonde hair curling against his forehead. Though Jimin’s only just come, he whines and holds out his arms for Jungkook- the only one of them who truly has enough stamina to compete with Jimin’s heats.

- “Smell like alpha” he murmurs into Jungkook’s neck biting over a mark he made, as Hoseok pulls out and falls back onto his heels, “Want alpha and Yoongi- want them all- please Kookie- please-” 

- And then your house, clothes on the floor and the blankets from your bed too. Seokjin’s legs languidly spread and bare, length brushing his navel, leaning back to watch and bark orders, As Namjoon whispers straight filth in Yoongi’s ear, and holds his arms down and to his sides. A strip of fabric tied around his eyes making him blind to the movement of your mouth between his thighs a mystery, sucking hickeys and hollowing out your cheeks around him to make his hips twitch and his chest heave. 

- Seokjin makes a tisking sound, standing, to hold Yoongi’s hips down. “not yet- you still have a long while to go” Seokjin warns, Yoongi whines, looking strung out and already half wrecked. He can feel you smirk around him as his orgasm backs off from the threshold of tipping over. 

- Seokjin takes a moment to wipe away the drool on Yoongi’s chin. “color?” he asks, always caring, always making sure the members of his pack are okay, even as he gasps around the sudden but slight intrusion of Namjoon’s fingers, and you continue mouthing along Yoongi’s length, not sucking, just teasing.

- “Green green green” he chants, tongue licking at his lips obscenely. Even as Seokjin leans forward to kiss him and gives you to go ahead to continue, a soft touch on the back of your head guiding you. It is hours before you let Yoongi cum, doing so with the taste of you on his tongue, spilling into you with a shout as Namjoon moves behind him. 

- The four of you don’t actually see Jimin and the others again until Sunday night- the whole weekend gone by and the light hanging hazy in the afternoon when Hoseok finally calls sounding tired and a little bit embarrassed but you’re none the less happy to have him over, a little endeared that he felt the need to check and make sure it was still okay. 

- All of them are hickeyed and sated and shy, but they’re too happy to see each other. Jungkook curling up near Namjoon and laughing punch drunk while Taehyung shadows a stumbly Jimin who looks like he hasn’t slept a wink all weekend, making sure he doesn’t trip over the steps or his own tail. 

- The first thing Jimin says when he steps onto your back lawn is “need to cuddle, Yoongi and Y/n, now.” It’s pouty and an order, and he points a finger at Namjoon and Seokjin and says that they’re next- prompting giggles because of course cuddles are a threat. Tae cracks a boxy smile and goes to beg sweets off of Seokjin (which always works- because Seokjin’s soft spot is fluffy tiger hybrids who are so hungry that they eat whole boxes of girl scout cookies in one sitting) 

- Jimin ends up tugging both you and Yoongi back over to Hoseok’s side onto Hoseok’s hammock, where the redhead doses in the sunlight, an arm over his eyes, his wet hair curling against his forehead after a much-needed shower. He grunts when Jimin chirps in hello, and suddenly sits when Yoongi helps you onto the hammock and Hoseok realizes that oh- you’re going to come on too, the swaying ness startling you a little.

- The hammock isn’t exactly big enough for four people but you make it work by having Jimin sit in between Yoongi’s legs. Jimin holds the other around his midriff his tail flicking this way and that. content to nuzzle into each other. 

- The hammock also doesn’t allow for any distance- every time Hoseok tries to inch back and give you space, gravity pulls him right back snug against your side, and eventually he gives up, settling with his side up against yours, he’s too sleepy to roll back to the other side as exhaustion starts to truly settle in. 

- Yoongi and Jimin are wrapped close enough in their little world that Hoseok is offered the rare pleasure of being able to look at you without being scrutinized by anyone. He falls asleep looking your hair is a little frizzy against the green fabric, and he murmurs to you half asleep, his eyes fluttering closed. 

- Sore in more ways than one, he falls asleep easily, dimly aware of something soft tickling his cheek, and warm breath against his neck as he falls back asleep. He’s unsure when he wakes- or how much time has passed, all he knows is that when he opens his eyes, you’re the only two on the hammock, and his back yard is quiet and shadowed only the top of his roof yellow. 

- It’s a little chilly without the sun but you make up for it with your head nestled close to Hoseok’s chest, forehead up against his soft cotton shirt, his arm around you and his other hand resting close to yours, your legs and feet in between his, Hoseok wonders if you can hear his heart pounding through his cotton tee-shirt, wonders if you can feel how he stiffens when he realizes how close you two are.

- In your time knowing each other- you’ve very rarely been totally alone and never for any long amount of time. Hoseok wants to reach out, hold you closer, but doesn’t know if you want him too. You haven’t- neither of you have ever broached knowing where this is headed, and suddenly the weight of that- feels like its going to pierce through the bottom of the hammock and toss both of you away from each other and onto the ground. 

- Before Hoseok can do anything- whether it be pull you closer or push you farther away, you turn onto your back, and yawn, eyes fluttering awake, “Yoongi?” you ask, though you can tell by how it’s shifting that there is only one other person on the hammock with you, “they must have gone inside” Hoseok says, his low and sleep roughed. You mumble something and turn back towards him, returning your head to the position it was before. 

- Hoseok decides you can definitely hear his heartbeat when you ask, “you okay?” “Yeah it’s just-” and maybe its because Hoseok is half asleep and you are too that he feels like he can say these things. “Do you ever wonder what kind of hybrid you’d be if you were one?” 

- You nod against his sternum, “I’d be a cat definitely, you?” you ask, voice lilting and mirthful in a way that makes Hoseok’s chest light, his fingers play along your sides a little, making you shift in ticklishness, moving closer to him and he stops it after a moment. 

- “Fox probably- though Tae called me a chipmunk the other day when i put too much popcorn in my mouth” you huff a quiet laugh at that, make a humming noise, eyes close again and lapse back into a comfortable silence. “Do you ever think this would be easier if we were hybrids?” 

- “What do you mean?” you ask. Hope curling up at the edge of your mind. 

- “I think it would be easier, if we were hybrids and could uhm- smell each other like them, like Jimin and Yoongi, and Jimin and Tae.  That night when we came home from your house Tae just like- instantly knew what was wrong with Jimin and now that I’m thinking it, this would just be easier if we were like that too,” he sighs out the last word into your hair. 

-  Hoseok bites his lip, unsure for a moment before he breathes out, “They never have to guess what the other one is feeling. ” 

-  His hand pulling you a little more snug against him, you push back and rejection stings him for a moment before your hand finding the bottom of his jaw to skim across it- wow his jaw is a sharp you realize, you can feel the way his jaw tenses and rolls- not unlike the same movement you’ve felt Namjoon make when he’s concentrating,

- Hoseok is- Hoseok is absolutely glowing with this feeling in his chest, all his wanting hazy and unfocused but present as he sighs against your fingertips and feels your warmth around him, the only He thinks of that poem that Namjoon showed Hoseok on his phone last week- paint me in the soft focus fog of your tenderness, pull me from myself,

- You pause for a moment, muddling over Hoseok’s words, waking up a bit and thinking on his words through your haze of dreams, Hoseok is not a dream, he is solid and warm and soft, his arms around you, the embrace new but not foreign. You only start things so many times before you begin to recognize the pattern. 

- “You don’t have to guess, I think we both know, and I think we’ve both known where this is headed for a while” you breath out, your breath tickling across Hoseok’s lips, his parting too, the hammock sways under you has Hoseok leans up on his elbow to hover over you a little and stare down. 

- The moment is interrupted by the sudden appearance of Jungkook coming over to his side of the fence to get some more lemon thyme out of his garden as Hoseok leans forward, tilting up at the last moment to kiss your forehead a fleeting touch. “Oh you’re awake!” he cries flashing Hoseok that smile as he hops over. Your eyelids fluttering as Hoseok sighs and leans back, his hand still entwined with yours.

- “Dinner's almost ready and Seokjin’s making like- a super large amount of garlic bread Cuz like we all didn’t eat enough this weekend and he showed me how to do it and you gotta tell me if it’s any better than his Cuz we’re having a competition and-“ his foot thumps against the ground in excitement for food and he starts to walk away and then looks back when he realizes that neither of you are following him. “Well what are you waiting for?”

- Hoseok makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat then gets off the hammock, helping you off of it after a moment. Steadying you when you stumble with a hand on your waist. 

- Jungkook talks a mile a minute as you file onto your side to find the others already set up for dinner. Jimin sitting to the side looking fidgety, sipping at some lemonade. Taehyung is quick to tell you that he stood up too fast and nearly fell over and has therefore had been banned from dinner preparations by Namjoon and Jin. 

- Namjoon actually growls at him when he makes to stand and help carry the food onto the tables. Yoongi wonders out loud if they’ll ever all get used to these family dinners, making Hoseok laugh. 

- And if anyone notices your and Hobi’s hands are linked at the Pinky on the way over and under the table throughout the entire dinner, no one says a thing.

(Please comment and reblog! Likes are nice, but they do little to support content creators!)

[glitterjay]

PLS PLS PLS I NEED SOME ROUGH OR SOFT SMUT FOR THUS MAN IM FKINF CRAYZ PLS 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

⭒ choking, make out, head (m. receiving), suggestive content under cut, mdni

⭒ c's note: this won.... i hope this is good enough!

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @defnotfertilizedtoesw @kwiwin (if you would like to be part of it send an ask!)

jungwon had always been a very reserved guy. he was in perfect shape, just very shy overall. so when you suggested wearing matching outfits that included sleevles shirts, he was thinking about it.

he eventually gave in to see you happy, but boy was he nervous. you guys had a date at this restaurant you found, and all jungwon could do was hug himself to try and hide his arms a little.

"babe, you look amazing, i promise." you readsured. he knew you were telling the truth, but he couldn't help feeling a little insecure.

it was until you guys were at the restaurant that he noticed how long you'd stare at his arms. your mouth would hang open slightly, almost drooling, god knows what going through your head. the way you swallowed every time his arms would flex a littlex and how your eyes would travel to the ring on his fingers.

you had chosen the whole outfit for him, accesories included. little did you know this would have you dripping wet in a restaurant at peak hour.

"darling, close your mouth," he said, looking around for signs of someone noticing how hungry you were for him. in reality, everyone was busy enough to care about a young cuple having a date. let alone the girlfriend openly eye fucking the guy in front of her who she calls boyfriend.

"the food is going to take a while," you pointed out, to which jungwon simply nodded along. "can you come with me real quick?"

his face was that of a lost puppy, leaning to the side cutely as he cocked an eyebrow at you. you simply stood up and took his arm (which felt wonderful under your touch) and rushed him to the section labeled as "bathrooms."

"wow wow wow. are we really doing this here?" he asked the moment you took both of your bodies to a family restroom, locking the door behind you. not replying to the million questions that followed, you took his arms in your hands, caressing them softly.

"i couldn't hold it anymore." you defended yourself. your hands traveled to his own, interlocking your fingers with his right hand, as you took the left one and landed it perfectly around your own neck.

if he was being completely honest, this whole situation had him rock solid. your needy and hungry eyes mixed with the fact that you both were in a restaurant was only exciting him more.

his hand squeezed your neck. not hard enough to cut the air, but just the right amount to make you gasp. jungwon took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

he was a messy kisser, and you loved that about him. his own desperation took over quickly, turning the make out into a war of whose tongue could assert dominance over the other. and of course, jungwon always won.

you were quick to separate yourself from him, sushing his whines with a giggle as you dropped to your knees. your face was right in front of the very obvious buldge that had grown under his jeans. there was no way you could let him walk out of there like that, so you took matters into your own hands. or, in this case, your mouth.

jungwon helped by unlocklong the belt that was just there for aesthetics and unbuttoned his jeans as fast as his clumbsy hands let him. the view of his own body towering over you made his cock twitch. his right hand went straight to your hair, grabbing a handful of it just cause he could. the rings added a visual to the whole thing. maybe he would start using them more.

you licked your lips and pulled down his boxers, letting his cock free to the world. the tip was already leaking precum, which you licked as if it were a popsicle. jungwon let out a low humm, pushing your head closer to his hip.

you grabbed the base of his dick and started doing your job. the way you were able to get at it at full speed in a matter of seconds never failed to amaze your boyfriend. if there was one thing jungwon loved, it was getting head from you.

-

you could tell he was close by the way his grip on your head got tighter and how his hips rammed into your throat, making you gag. the vibration of your sounds sent electric shocks through his whole body. his soft hums turned into loud, high moans.

for the final show, you got as much air as you could through your nose and swalled him deep. your nose was able to touch his pelvis, and this sent jungwon over the edge. he didn't even get to warn you, his cock releasing the shots of warm cum right in the back of your thorat.

he was gasping for air, chest moving hard and fast as he took in deep breaths. you whipped the bits of cum and saliva that had dripped from the corner of your mouth, helping him get his boxers and pants back in place.

he giggled when you kissed him sweetly, as if you hadn't just sucked the life out him just a few seconds ago.

"i might have to start wearing more revealing clothes."

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[nayladoodles]

Gently

Azirapahle and Crowley enter a new chapter of their relationship

Beatrica Sandz is my oc There are days when Crowley is reminded that the world not ending, the failed trials (thank you body swap) and their new freedom did not mean his relationship with Aziraphale will suddenly change to be what he’s always wanted it to be. The angel seems quite content with their friendship staying platonic even though the demon has been helplessly in love with him since Eden before he realized demons can love. As he sits across from his angel for their nightcap he thinks about how much he wants to kiss his plump lips. “I love him so much..”  Crowley thinks to himself getting lost in his angel’s grey-blue eyes that reminded him of the skies of Eden after the first rain. So focused on his reverence he failed to realize that Aziraphale has stopped talking his cheeks a ruddy pink. “So beautiful…” Crowley mumbles, making Aziraphale turn even darker pink, trying to process what exactly he heard the demon he’s known for 6000 plus years mumble under his breath looking lovestruck. The flustered angel waits to see if Crowley will mumble anything else and sure enough Crowley stares at him reverently his glasses slipping down his nose mumbling something about kissing him. 

“My dear,” Aziraphale squeaks his entire face and the tips of his ears burning, “Are you with me?” Crowley is still staring at him like he hung the moon, his own cheeks pink and yellow serpentine eyes dilated. “My darling angel…” He sighs nearly spilling the red wine onto the beige tartan carpet. 

“Crowley!” Aziraphale yelps moving to steady the glass before wine spills over its lip. Crowley blinks looking very much like he just woke from a dream. 

“You say something angel?” He asks righting himself in the chair. 

“Crowley are you quite all right?” Aziraphale replies looking flustered. 

“I am why? Something wrong?” Crowley asks, sounding concerned. “Did I zone out on you?” 

“Well yes you seemed to be daydreaming or something of that sort. K-kept looking at me like I hung the m-moon dear boy.” Aziraphale stammers his blush darkening.  Crowley has the decency to look embarrassed, his own cheeks flushing. 

 “Sssorry angel,” He replies his sibilant breaking his speech. “Did I ssay anything weird?”

“That I’m beautiful.” Aziraphale replies looking away. 

“Well, you certainly are beautiful.” Crowley replies, smiling at his angel. 

“I’m soft!” Aziraphale squeaks looking upset. 

“There’s nothing wrong with soft.” Crowley sighs. 

“If you say so…” Azira replies looking put out. 

“Angel you’re gorgeousssss~” Crowley purrs. 

“Crowley please…” Azira begs looking close to tears. 

“I ssshould go…” Crowley huffs the wine tasting sour on his tongue because he nearly made his love cry. 

“You can stay Crowley.” Azira replies. 

“I’m gone.” Crowley simply teleports into his car leaving his glass and a very flustered angel behind in the backroom. He drives back to his flat feeling guilty for pushing too far. 

“Overdramatic demon…” Azira sighs picking up the glasses to wash them his head still spinning from Crowley’s earlier confessions. They don’t meet again until the next Friday, Crowley still being eaten by the guilt of hurting Aziraphale’s feelings with his teasing (but entirely genuine) compliment. Aziraphale calls him up for lunch and they go for sushi. Aziraphale barely touches his sashimi distracted by the love coming off Crowley in waves. He’s in love with me? Oh dear Satan I thought it was only me after the Blitz.  He thinks to himself poking at the sashimi. 

“You not hungry angel?” Crowley asks having eaten his nigiri already. 

“Just distracted I suppose.” Aziraphale replies, picking up a piece of sushi and eating it, relishing the flavors with a soft hum. The love is nearly suffocating as it settles on his shoulder making his ethereal essence wiggle happily. After lunch Crowley says he has to run an errand and water his plants after dropping Aziraphale back at his shop. 

Crowley disappears for almost two weeks during which Aziraphale finally processes that his demon is in love with him and he took 6000 bloody years to realize that. “I’m such an idiot!” He huffs sinking into his arm chair on Tuesday of the first week. He thinks back on every time Crowley saved him or took him out for food/theatre. Even their walks in St. James Park. “O-Oh you wiley serpent…” He sighs his entire face burning as he remembers it all. Even the times when Crowley acted against the plan God had to save innocents. Covering his red face with his hands Aziraphale lets the love he feels for Crowley settle into his entire being feeling like a weight lifted off his shoulders. “How lovely…” He murmurs softly as the love warms him. 

He receives a donation the next day leaving him to rearrange and sort the news books into his collection. By Thursday he has fully accepted his love for Crowley and the demon’s love for him happily puttering around his shop hoping his knight in shining black armor will come and swoop him off his feet for a meal out or a show. When Crowley did not appear on Friday or Saturday Aziraphale began to worry that he may have chased him off. By Wednesday the following week worry had settled onto Aziraphale’s shoulders like a wet blanket as he paced around the shop feeling stressed because Crowley would not answer his telephone or cellular phone. The next day Aziraphale decides to go over to check on Crowley at his flat unable to stand the thought that his love is upset or injured. He arrives at the door and knocks three times waiting a good five minutes before unlocking the door with the spare key. “Crowley?” He calls closing the door behind him. He sees that the plants are green as ever. The ferns reach out to him as he passes by. He runs his fingers over their leaves gently smiling when they rustle happily. He spots the bedroom door and sees that it’s ajar. He goes over knocking on the door so as not to startle Crowley if he’s asleep. He finds it empty and sits on the bed putting his head in his hands. He so desperately wants to see his beloved Crowley to apologize for all the years of pinning he put Crowley through. “You big oaf...what if he gave up?” A soft shiver runs through him at the thought and his eyes burn. Tears begin to fall before he can think to stop them as he sits on the King bed wishing for his demon to come back. He puts his head back into his hands, tears dripping through his fingers as he sobs softly not hearing the door to the flat open and close. 

Crowley walks into his flat with Beatrice at his side still chatting animatedly with her about the whole death trials thing that happened. 

“M’ telling ya it was genius what you two pulled! Body switch and bam you’re free birds.” Bea says pausing when she spots Aziraphale’s shoes. “These don’t seem like your type of shoes?” She said. 

Crowley looks at them, “They’re not mine...oh ssshit…” He hisses heading for the plant room with Bea on his heels. 

“Ya need ta scold them ferns again romeo?” Bea asks as he walks through seeing them rustle fearfully but the one gestures toward his room. Crowley heads toward his bedroom panic rising in him. “What’s goin on romeo?” Bea asks him as he strides down the corridor hurriedly. 

He gets to his room ignoring the only demon in all of hell he enjoys hanging with and pushes the door open seeing a figure on his bed shivering, “Angel?” 

Aziraphale’s head snaps up tears still rolling down his cheeks at the familiar voice and he nearly smiles until he spots Bea hovering at Crowley’s heels looking confused. He feels something in him snap and stands as Crowley crosses the room. “S-sorry to interrupt whatever it is you were doing...you didn’t answer my calls but I can see that y-you're busy…” Struggling to wipe his tears and not miracle himself out of the flat he turns to go 

“Angel no! It’s not what you think!” Crowley grabs his wrist looking upset himself.

“Let go of me Crowley. You’re c-clearly busy with your lady friend.” Azira struggles to escape. 

“He only tolerates me cause I don't want to kill ‘im if we’re bein’ honest right now.” Bea chimes in. “Perish the thought of ‘im actually liking me enough to want to cuddle and preen wings like he does with ya.” Both men blush at the mention of preening. "He only has eyes for ya as I've heard him wax on about plenty all these years." 

"I'm sssorry for vanishing on you angel." Crowley murmurs, relaxing his grip a little. 

Aziraphale slips his wrist free his entire face red. 

"You slept for a century once.." He utters embarrassed he assumed Bea was interested in his demon. "I shouldn't have assumed…" A tear escapes down his cheek and Crowley wipes it away. Aziraphale brings his hand up to cover Crowley's who watches his face reddening. Turning his head Aziraphale kisses the palm of Crowley's hand. 

"N-ngk." Crowley stammers his eyes wide as he falls even more in love with his angel who blushes darker as he feels his demon's love grow. Bea rolls her eyes glad these two finally figured it out. "Still too fassst angel?" Crowley asks his face red. 

"Oh hush." Aziraphale huffs pulling Crowley closer and resting their foreheads together. Crowley sighs softly basking in Aziraphale's warmth. Bea goes to make tea and coco so they can have their moment. When she finishes she calls to them to come get their drinks. The trio ends up on the couch. "So Beatrice is your only friend in hell?" Aziraphale asks. 

"Mm she isss the only one that enjoysss my dramatic bullshit." Crowley agrees. "She and I met about 100 years after Eden." His ears turn darker red "'bout the time she made me realize I'd fallen for you…" Aziraphale looks shocked. 

"Since Eden? Oh my dear how long I've made you wait out of fear." He sniffles. "It was the Blitz when I began to realize and was afraid for us both." Tears started rolling down his cheeks again. "You ran into a bloody church to save me and saved my books despite the ground hurting your feet." 

Crowley wipes his tears again, "Love is really bloody complicated but, I never regretted coming to your aid. I liked being your hero. Made me feel less like a demon. Wass nice." He nuzzles into Aziraphale's neck wrapping his love in a hug. "Our sidesss aside from Bea could go ssscrew themselvesss." 

Bea snorts amused, "They still can. Idiots the lot of 'em. No wonder ya two outsmarted them." 

Aziraphale snuggles into Crowley's embrace insecurity still plaguing him. He's glad they took a step forward after everything they've been through together the past 6000 years. 

"I can hear you thinking angel and no I won't grow bored of you. I love you too much to ever let you go." Crowley tells him waving his hand to make their drinks warm again. Aziraphale jumps when Crowley manifests his wings wrapping one around him, "We can ease into this new chapter of our relationship as gently as you need." 

Aziraphale smiles and leans over to kiss Crowley. His demon melts into the kiss with a happy sigh. When he pulls away Crowley looks lovestruck his face red as his fiery locks. 

"You can be such a bassstard sometimes…" Crowley hisses but he doesn't move his wing from around Aziraphale. Aziraphale smiles into his coco as he takes a sip. He leans on Crowley's shoulder enjoying the love coming off him in waves. It's going to take a long time to overcome his insecurities but for now a long overdue kiss and cuddles is everything he wants as they ease into their new relationship

Gently. 

[makeroomforthejolyghost]

ok well i originally drafted this while thinking about this post, but it’s relevant to what i wanted to say about (my tags on) this one too so i’ll just post it now, how ‘bout that.

i mean, Getting Used to It (and thus expanding your definition of “i’m fine”) isn’t always as dramatic as your brain completely turning off its pain response to an event, so that you don’t realize you’ve injured yourself until some other clue tips you off. that’s certainly happened to me? (and w/ smaller injuries it happens to healthy people too, as when you cut yourself on paper without noticing, and it doesn’t start to hurt until you see it bleed.) but the more everyday/pedestrian forms of this phenomenon are, like. that the level of pain i rated as an 8 in 2016 now reads to me as, like, 5. and that when you’re depressed (or at least when i am), pain goes up but interest in that pain goes down, because of depression’s tendency to normalize negative stimuli.

i think these are two manifestations of the same thing: your brain removes fear from the equation, and since fear makes pain more intense, most pain experienced in fear’s absence seems like no big deal. and that goes double for painful stimuli you once associated with fear but no longer do? in a sorta feedback-loopy way. or at least it does for me. less fear-->less pain-->even less fear the next time something similar happens.

if i sit in nearly any given position too long, one or more of the joints in my legs will sometimes... well, i think subluxate is technically the right word?* but it’s not like a sudden pop: it’s like, as the muscles around them relax my joints slowly slide out of place. as you can imagine (given the low bar required to achieve it), this happens A Lot; i don’t keep track, but probably once a day on average? i know it’s not every day, but also that some days it happens many times, and that both these latter and the days when it doesn’t happen at all often strike me as a change from the norm. so, yeah, probably a mean of once per day. but until sometime in 2019, it used to freak me out—a lot—every time.

it’s often one of those above-mentioned doesn’t hurt until you notice for other reasons scenarios, too, like the paper cut. so i’d be like innocently sitting there, then look down or attempt to adjust position and suddenly OH GOD MY LEG(S). and every time it happened i’d think, “oh god, is this the time i really and truly get stuck and have to be scooped out of this position on a stretcher. fuck, please, no, that would be so humiliating, there’s no way the paramedics would believe me, strangers must not see me like this,” &c., and the more determined i got to prove to myself that i could move, that i wasn’t stuck, that i could get myself out of this, the more horrifically painful these attempts became—partly because fear of pain leads to greater pain, and partly because when you’re panicky you don’t tend to move with much patience or care.

but, of course, every time i would eventually get out of it. it’s hard to say how long it took, because, again, i never timed it, and also because time does weird shit when you’re freaking out. (plus i have adhd, so my estimates of how long things take aren’t the greatest to begin with.) i want to say though that the longest i ever took unpretzeling myself in this way was an hour and a half—and i usually took way less time than that. (it’s hard also to estimate because these days exceeding ten minutes marks an especially long battle of this kind.) iirc, the ~90-minute incident was like, my right hip already felt not quite right, and someone on the internet recommended W-sitting as a way to reduce a subluxed hip, and i tried it because i either didn’t know at that time or had forgotten that when i W-sit for more than a few seconds i often misplace several toes, up to two joints per knee, maybe an ankle, and/or at least one hip. some of these will reduce themselves automatically as soon as i move; others i can only move passively until after i’ve reduced them. so like, that endeavor was a fucking jigsaw puzzle, and good luck figuring those out when a. every wrong move doubles the pain and panic you’re in, but b. leaving the puzzle unfinished is also agonizing. most of the time it was not that bad.

…what was my point? oh yeah: this sat-wrong-now-my-leg’s-stuck business still happens a lot, and it’s n o t like sitting on a pen, where your brain eventually gives up on signaling your discomfort.** nor like when you’re running on adrenaline and your brain doesn’t bother to tell you you’re hungry. nor like what tumblr user bibliosphere described, where her brain evidently just… prioritized other tasks over the “hey please fix this leg” alarm that pain would have signified. but incidents like this do, literally, hurt less the tenth time they happen than they do the first time, and it’s not because your body Toughens Up or whatever either (that only works w/ exercise-related muscle pain); it’s because your brain learns that this event does not pose imminent danger. a subluxation you know how to reduce will hurt less than one you don’t.

that’s what the “i’m always subluxing” version of the hulk meme means. most chronically ill people describe this whole phenomenon as more like the argument from “shot in the knee theory.” as like, you stop screaming because you learn screaming doesn’t help. and i mean… yeah? but ime it’s more that you stop screaming*** when you learn what does help. the OP in that post asks rhetorically,

Are you going to scream and cry the entire time, or are you going to come to grips with reality and accept the fact that freaking out isn’t going to make the ambulance come any faster?

and jesus christ, OP, are you kidding? in real life? definitely the first one! if you literally got shot in the knee, you wouldn’t just scream because it hurt—you would scream also because holy shit, am i gonna die of blood loss? why did they shoot me? are they going to shoot me again??? and pain you’ve had for years, or an injury you’ve sustained many times before, is nothing like that. if it scares you at all, the content of your fear is more like, oh, crap. what’s this gonna feel like tomorrow. will i have to cancel my plans again?

*n.b. i’ve never had this confirmed by a doctor. i just assume that’s what’s happening because 1. the sensations’ non-pain components are very similar to what the subluxations i have had confirmed feel like; 2. if it’s a joint i can see from my position (e.g., the ankle pressed against the floor when criss-cross-applesauced), it usually looks a little fucked up; and 3. it behaves quite differently from regular stiffness, joints in this scenario feeling not so much too tight to move properly as like i keep aiming for and missing the lever that moves them. (and each failed attempt HURTS like my soft tissues are pumpkin guts and my bones are knives trying to scoop them out.)

**i’ve never actually tried this experiment, though, and i’ve heard it doesn’t work on some autistic people. hopefully this goes without saying lmao but my sensory perceptions are Weird in General, so, any hypotheses i build upon them should be salted liberally

***well, whimpering, anyway. for me at least, if i literally scream at an injury it’s not from the pain, it’s from the surprise. i’m more likely to scream when i stub my toe than when i try to bite and my jaw crunches sideways, because the latter is a possibility i sign up for every time i put food in my mouth, whereas like. ob…viously you wouldn’t have stubbed your toe if you’d already known the object you accidentally kicked was there. (except i guess in movies when people kick objects to express rage, forgetting that this will hurt them. in that case i suppose they scream partly from surprise and partly because negative stimuli encountered in “fight” mode reinforce preexisting anger. wow i digress lmao sorry.) but reactions like whimpering, clenching your teeth, &c. only partly come from surprise; they’re also stims, i think, tho clearly not ones unique to ND people. the woman who pierced my ears when i was a kid told me to focus on tapping first one foot and then the other, so i wouldn’t shrink away. i think it’s kinda like that: it releases nervous energy, gives you a competing stimulus to focus on.

[malereadersdeservelovetoo]

The magical Amulet (Kol Mikaelson x male reader)

New Orleans was a boring place, for Kol. Marcel held the power there, and Klaus was fighting against his protégé for that power. He could not kill to his heart content, or he would be daggered, sex also held no meaning to him. All he did was drink all day, waiting for Klaus to send him on a ‘mission’ to kill a witch, a werewolf or even a vampire. Though, one day he met a young man, in his early twenties, (H/C) hair, and 6 foot tall and lean. He was reading and taking notes on an old book, a grimoire.

Kol had approached this man and had talked to him for the rest of the day. The young witch, new of his past, but was not afraid of him. Not in a cocky way, he knew he couldn’t kill the Original but he knew that he could protect himself against him if necessary. From that day forward, they spent a lot of time together, soon establishing a relationship hidden from the rest of the Original Family.

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Kol and (Y/N) had just finished their dinner night and were now walking the deserted streets of New Orleans. Hand in hand. Kol was telling his boyfriend about Hope, and her first words, when he was suddenly thrown into a mausoleum, his body falling limply to the ground. (Y/N)’s eyes widened and he tried to go to his boyfriend. However, an invisible force, grabbed him by the throat, squeezing impossible tight, his back collided with the wall, pain erupting and making him feel light headed. He looked up, a man standing there, a smug grin on his lips. He took (Y/N)’s necklace, inspecting it; (Y/N) felt all of his magic leaving his body, with the necklace.

“Did you really think that you could run forever, (Y/N)!? Your dad will be so happy to have this amulet back.” (Y/N)’s face was a mixture of pain, fear, and worry. His eyes looked past the man, and into Kol’s form. The man, Jason, looked at the vampire with disdain; “Did you really think that a vampire could help you? Your dad was right you are not a witch. It would be fun seeing you light leave your eyes as you die. But I’’ give that honor to your boyfriend.” Jason laughed; he produced a knife and thrust it into (Y/N)’s stomach, twisting it to create a bigger wound.

“Goodbye, Siphoner.” He let go of (Y/N)’s throat, turning invisible once again. (Y/N)’s body fell to the ground. He tried to stop the blood flowing out, but without the amulet, he could not use magic. He heard Kol groaning, as he was getting up. Kol’s eyes abruptly inspected the street, looking for signs of his boyfriend; he smelled the blood and his eyes were now on (Y/N)’s weakening form. In less than a second Kol was crouching down, next to (Y/N). “What happened? Why aren’t you healing?”

(Y/N) gave him a small, strained smile. “I’m a Siphoner, Kol. Jason took my only source of magic.” (Y/N) coughed blood, his arms growing weak, and no longer able to apply pressure to the wound. Kol put his hand over his boyfriend’s wound, (Y/N) grunting. “You can take it from me. Come on, I don’t mind, it’s just like when I feed on you.” (Y/N) caressed Kol’s cheek, his face pale and full of sweat. “I can’t Kol. I am too weak. I love you.” (Y/N) pressed a light peck onto Kol’s lips, a few tears falling down his face.

Kol had felt pain in his life, but nothing could compare to the pain he felt, as he was watching (Y/N)’s life escaping through his fingers. He bit his wrist and fed (Y/N) his blood, hoping against all hope that it wasn’t too late. (Y/N)’s body fell limp, against Kol’s one. He picked him up, and vamp sped to the Mikaelson’s compound. His brothers’ contempt be damned.

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Klaus and Elijah were arguing about what was the best strategy against Marcellus when they heard Kol coming him. They could smell blood, and thought that Kol had done something stupid. Klaus’s rage being directed at the younger, impulsive brother. However, when they entered the living room, they didn’t expect to see Kol, hunched over a male’s dead body, crying.

Rebekah came down the stairs, and upon seeing her brother Kol in such a fragile state, rushed over to him. “Kol, what happened? Who is he?” Rebekah had put a comforting hand on Kol’s shoulder, giving him time to regain his breath and tell them who needed to pay for making the uncaring brother so vulnerable. “This is (Y/N), he’s my boyfriend. Someone killed him, whilst I was unconscious instead of helping him.” Elijah sat on Kol’s other side, rubbing his back in a comforting manner. “I gave him my blood, but I don’t know if it was too late.”

Klaus returned with Freya behind him, he had explained what had happened to her. “Hey, Kol come with me, I’ll make you some hot chocolate. We’re all here with you; (Y/N) will be fine, okay?” Kol nodded, and let Freya guide him into the kitchen; he couldn’t help but be worried about (Y/N). He had been the only one who had made Kol feel happy in a long time, and it was not the satisfying feeling of killing someone, but the feeling of pure, ecstatic happiness, as if everything was possible, as long as that person was next to you.

Kol was finishing drinking the hot chocolate when he heard (Y/N) groan from the living room. The next second he was standing in front of (Y/N), tightly hugging him; “(Y/N), how are you feeling? Are you okay? I was so worried, don’t ever do that again.” (Y/N) chuckled, hugging Kol just as tight. He felt different, stronger, his magic didn’t feel like it was running out anymore, but he was also hungry, he was craving blood. He was scared of what this meant for his future, but as long as he had Kol Mikaelson standing by his side, everything would be okay. He grabbed Kol and kissed him passionately.

[ain-t-bovvered]

14x17 Commentary

Zeta and Giuls scream together, and then die.

@purpleskiesandcherrypies and @dean-winchesters-bacon won’t be joining us for this one. 

Me & Zeta will watch together season 14′s episodes as they come out and we’ll do our commentary while watching.

+MASTERLIST of season 14 commentary * 

Giulia: Yo i’m sad he ded tho

Giulia: But is he?

Giulia: YAAA sis Jo

Zee: Ouch

Giulia: Oh go fuck u nick

Giulia: You can burn. I want to use that

Zee: Ded

Giulia: REJECT HIM

Zee: Donnie

Giulia: nick such a drama queen, like his fucking brother. gasps, Lucifer/Nick is Hamlet.

Giulia: Donny babe

Zee: Stabby stabby

Giulia: Shish kebab teenagers

[14x17 Game Night ]

♪ Raindrops keep fallin' on my head ♪

Giulia: Love that song

Giulia: God I love him. IF THEY TOUCH A HAIR ON HIM

Zee: Fucking hell

Giulia: DON T TOUCH HIIIIM

Zee: Seriously ??!!!

Annoyed Dean tho

Oh look at the son of Satan without a soul making pop-corns

Zee: Mary?

Giulia: Yeah well she still exists

Zee: Why again?

D:  SON OF A BITCH!!

Classic Dean

J: I thought this was supposed to relax him.

M: You know, this was his favorite game when he was little.

me: *imagining little Dean playing the game exactly the same and with a high pitched voice: Son of a bitch*  good visual.

J: Everybody keeps asking me that.

Giulia: We aRe FamIlY

J: Well, it’s annoying

Mary: 

Giulia: It is

Zee: Did she eye roll?

M: if you ever want to talk or...vent...

J :You're here. I know.

J thinking: I just wanna eat my pop corns and play stupid game, can I fucking live?

Giulia: Winchester game night

D: All right. Winchester game night is a go  soon as Sammy gets back here with the two double-pepperoni meat blasters AND

Zee: Pineapple. A crime against humanity

Giulia&Jack : I like it

Dean: why have you forsaken me, son

D: Yeah, it's like a crime against humanity.

Me quoting [ X ]  

Zee: SEE????

Giulia: Was that enochian?

Zee: I think

Giulia: IT’S BABE TIME

Look how cute he is.... SO CUTE , SO CUUUUTE

Zee: Knew it Was waiting for it

Anael: wow this place is so ...

Giulia: U MEAN  CUTE JO

Giulia: Omg he has pancakes

Zee: Doesn’t eat them

Giulia:HE’S BEING POLITE OK. Oh look a that they have cream and strawberry *sobs* I’m hungry

A: Well, you said you had something for me.

Castiel sliding a jewlery box.

me [heart attack]

A: 16th-century Burmese blood rubies.

LOOK AT THAT CUTE SMILE 

A:  Five carats. Excellent clarity. Castiel,where did you get these?

Zee: Lightly cursed

C: I need your help. To contact God.

Giulia: Oh honey no

Zee: I just laughed along with jo

- um so Anael was Joshua right hand? so she wasn’t that useless angel afterall. 

Giulia: Joshua is dead?

C: Jack killed Michael.

Giulia&Zee: Good night sweet prince

C: Only God can restore a soul.

ISN’T THAT A BOTHER 

A: The Winchesters -- they don't know you're here, do they?

Giulia: Of course they don t

Zee: Squint

C: Why do you say that?

A: Oh, I don't know, just a general reek of ill-conceived lone-wolf desperation.

Giulia&Zee: Lone wolf desperation

*Cas looks into the camera like in the office*

C: will you help me or not?

A: Not

C *smirking* : I see

A: BUT

Giulia: She s me

Zee: Mental grabby hands

S: It's not Enochian. I-I-I think it's Ancient Hebrew.

Sammy says it’s not Enochian

Zee: It’s not enochian then

Giulia: Oh WeLl AncIenT HeBreW

D: well Sammy sounds stressed

WHAT’S NEW THO

M: I just wish there was something that I c--

D:Hey. You're here, okay? You're here.

Giulia: Mary is here everyone!  Everything is fine

Zee: Chuck I hate her

M: But I should've been here more. But I know how I am. I can be closed off...and hard.

D: Yeah, well, that's where I get it from.

Giulia: OH NO No he definitely doesn’t

Giulia: Dean is always there. Mary just fucks off somewhere

M: I just need you to know... I'm grateful. For every day I get to spend with you and Sam.

Giulia: Listen- I’ve been on this show long enough to know that when someone starts to talk like that it’s bad news-

S: I know this.

Giulia: What the fuck is sam brain made off

Zee: Good question

S: It's from the Bible. It's -- it's Peter. Peter 5:8.

"Be sober, be vigilant, because your adversary the Devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour."

Well that sounds NICE

Zee: Trap?

Giulia: Oh come on

Zee: Trap

[enters Nick with an apron]

Giulia: OH FUCK YOU

N: What, no "hey"? "How ya been"?

Giulia: No fuck off nick

D: How?

N: Instead of rotting away in a jail cell where you left me?

N: Sort of a funny story... and by "funny," I mean a lot of people died.

Giulia: Can they just kill him

Giulia: Dean just kill him

Zee: Valid question

Giulia: Mary can you be useful and just kill the bitch

N: I mean, I sort of injected your friend with poison --

Giulia: Poor Donny

D: Where is he?!

N: Ooh, the angry voice.

Zee: Oh ok

Giulia: Yeees the angry voice

Giulia: I. Don’t. Like. Cas. Doing. Stuff. Alone.

A:Even for us Methuselah?  You sheltered him after the Fall.

Methy: I didn't "shelter" -- We were roommates.

Giulia: OMG THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Methy: He made a mean lasagna

Zee: Loool

C: No. You'll tell me, or I'll burn this place to the ground. and you with it.

Giulia: *Shivers* yeeees

Zee: Kiddo

C: Is that really what you want?

Giulia: SHIVERS *YEEEEEEES*

OK BUT YOU GOTTA LOVE THE SLOW MOTION THO

Giulia: oh Sam baby

Giulia: YES

Giulia: YEEES

D: Whoa! Hey. Hey! Not now. Okay?

D: not yet

Stellar content

Giulia: Let Sam kill that bitch

Zee: Let someone kill him

D: I don't know. If you ask me, that psycho's seen way too many '90s serial-killer movies.

S: The antidote is Prussian Blue

Giulia: *raising hand* Knew that

D: He said he wanted to talk. So let's talk.

Giulia&Zee: Oooh yeah let’s talk

Giulia: I’m sam

Sam’s like “ but Deeeeeean I wanna smash”

D: if Nick looks at you wrong, you're gonna waste him.

LET HIIIIIM

Giulia: Who cut Jared ‘s hair

Giulia: I dont like it

Zee: I need season 8 hair

S: Donatello's in this because of me. A police officer is dead because of me. I'm the one who let Nick go, I'm the one who...

please babe ....can someone just hold him

M: Nick's choices are his. Just his.

M: You gave him a chance because you felt for him.....because you're a good man.

Giulia: Oh look at him being all cute when mary called him a good man

M: You are. It's one of the reasons I'm so proud of you.

Anael complainig about the dust while she’s an angel.

Giulia: LOL SHE S ME

ALSO WE ALL KNOW THAT DANNEEL LOVES CREEPY DOLLS

A: God's not gonna care.

Giulia: das true

A: I believed in Heaven. You know, our mission. I believed, Castiel. But then I got to Earth, and I saw that it wasn't the paradise God promised. I mean, there was so much hate...so much suffering.

A: Why wasn't he helping them? And do you know what he said?

A: "God doesn't meddle."

Zee: Doesn’t meddle

Giulia: Das also true

A: Well, I do. So I do.

C: And here I thought you just performed miracles for the money.

A: Well, you haven't been paying attention, then. I do them for me. I don't need Heaven. And I don't need God. And... I'm happy, Castiel.

LISTEN - I STAN ANAEL

C: Really? Because that sounds lonely.

Zee: We’re all lonely

A: because we're all alone. From ant to lion to human to angel. Every last one of us.

Giulia: SHE S ME

C: God reached down, and he brought me back to life.

A: So he saves one angel...and watches millions of people die screaming, every day. What does that say about him?

Giulia *sweats* : But he saves THE angel ok

Zee: Ouch

D: Where’s Donatello?

Giulia: That’s the content I want

N: I get you, Dean. You and me,we're almost like brothers, you know. Michael, you,Lucifer, me --

Giulia: NOT LIKE THIS

N: we both know what it's like to be hog-tied to a nuclear warhead, man.

Giulia: OH NOPE

Giulia: NICE

D: Cut the crap

N: You're never the same after something like that, are ya? Being one with one of them. It changes you. Makes you more than human. Come on, Dean, admit it. With Michael, you were a prince. Now you're just a broken Hunter.

Giulia: Another one

Zee: Demon dean vibes

Giulia: But also MoC tho

Giulia: So much demon dean

D: Come on, Nick. What's this all about?

D: He says he wants to talk to Jack...alone.

Giulia: His friggin’ cocoa puffs

Giulia: I don t like jack and nick alone Especially jack with no soul. Because let’s be real, he has so little of it ok

j: Sam?

S: I mean-

D: "I mean"? What do you mean, you mean

S: How's he even a threat?

Me: mmmm *opening big ass folder* where do I start?

Zee: Of course. He went there

N: Even your three dads -- how many innocent people you think they've killed?

Zee: Even your three dads

Giulia: Threee dads

Giulia: You broke his heart

N: I don't know. I don't -- I don't see it. I'm looking right at you, and I see nothing.

Zee: I see nothing

Giulia: Don t like that. Mmm mmm nope

Zee: Wth?

Giulia: He killed him

N: Nick. He'll show us where to find Donatello.

oh...he did not kill him. oh bother

Zee: I’m done

Giulia: We ve been knew

A: Look, I just stepped on a rat, so --

Giulia: My babe

Zee: Say it like you  mean it tho

A: You're doing this because you're afraid. Because in your mind, it'd be easier to call God than to tell Sam and Dean Winchester the truth.

C: The truth?

A: Jack's soul is gone, Castiel. And there's nothing you can do about it.

i hate this

A: Look. I don't want to say all that and hurt your feelings, so...what do you say we call it a night?

HI YES I’M WRECKED BY CAS FACE RIGHT NOW, DON’T TOUCH ME

Giulia: Oh he lives

Giulia: OOOOH THAT THAAAAT

Zee: Fuck

Giulia: CRIES

Giulia: tell me he gives it to dean tho

Zee: He has to

Giulia:...OH wait that’s not the same tho , meh

C: God...I don't know where you are. I don't know if you can hear me. But please. Sam, Dean -- we need you. Please.

Giulia: My heart .Cas broken voice

Giulia: Sigh

Giulia: Sob

Giulia: Cries

D: Look, you try anything funny, Sammy's gonna shoot you. Anything happens to me -- 

N: Wait. Let me guess. Sammy's gonna shoot me.

Giulia: Yeah to start

Giulia: It’s been swell

A: So, what are you gonna do now?

C: Go home.

Giulia: The bunker is his Hoooomeee

C: Go home and tell Sam and Dean the truth.

Zee: Can I have the bag?

C: Anael. You know, you're not <i>always</i> right. Just because God's not with us doesn't mean we're alone.

A:  Why? Because we all have each other?

C: Yes.

Giulia: SO CUTE

J: This was filled with angelic grace.

Zee: Can’t word. Sam needs to punch him

♪ Oh, Sammy boy, Sammy boy ♪

Giulia: Oh no Nick singing. Ptsd flashbacks from the crazy sam ♪ Your phone, your phone is calling ♪

Nick doing disgusting things

Giulia: OH WHAT THE FUCK

Zee: Cb radio. He’s awake

S: Y-You trying to communicate with someone?

N: Search your feelings.  Come on, Sam. Nobody stays dead anymore.

Giulia: fucking nick

Giulia: Fucking demons

Zee: Holy crap

Giulia: YES SAM. YES

Giulia: OH COME ON

Zee: Damn nick

Giulia: stop hitting sam’s head

Giulia: Fuck u nick

Giulia: DEAN is so calm and collected tho. MOC baby. I mean...look at his face while he’s kicking those demon’s asses. That looks way too cold ok. I don’t like it.

Zee: That final push. That’s what I saw on tumblr

Giulia: They need to stop hitting sam in the head

Giulia: DAMN IT NICK. i have 0 empathy for that bitch now. 0

Giulia: Oh come on. Fuck. Fuuuuck

Giulia: NO. MARY NO. FUCK

Zee: Jfc

Giulia: JESUS

Zee: Hell-o

Giulia: Again with the chicken wings

Giulia: OH THANK GOD

Giulia: OUCH  but also YES and also NO

Giulia: Oh yeah Jack is definitely going in that box

Zee: He ded?

Giulia: I sure hope so

D: Hey. Hey. Come on. Stay with me now. We're just gonna play a little game.

D: We're gonna count, okay? We're gonna count.

D: Count with me. One.. two...

S: ...two...

D: Yeah, there you go...three.

S: You -- You always put -- You always put me first.

D:No, no. Shh, shh. Come on. Come on, man.

Giulia: IM SCARED STOP IT

S: Your whole life...

D: Okay. All right. All right. Come on. Come on. Just count with me.

D: Sammy. Hey! Sam!

Zee: Wtf is going on?

J: Mary? I had to.

M: Sam -- Uh, he's hurt. Help him.

Giulia: YEAH OK THANK

Oh god Dean’s face. MEDIC MEDIC HELP

Giulia: oh poor Dean. I NEED A FUCKING MEDIC 

Zee: They should stop scaring people

J: Everything's gonna be fine.

Giulia: SAYS NO ONE EVER ON SPN WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES

Giulia: i don t like mary face

Zee: Is she scared of jack?

Giulia: She right to be But she shouldn’t be like that in front of him

J: Tell me it's okay.

M: It’s not

J: Leave me alone X9

Giulia: Can she just shut up. i mean she’s not wrong. But she should shut up

Giulia: ...SEE THEN THIS HAPPENS

Giulia: Oh

Giulia: Nope

Giulia: Dont like this

[after episode]

Giulia: PROMO

Zee: Fuck

Giulia: I HATE IT

Zee: Did Dean just tell Cas that he failed him??!!!

Giulia: No cas said that , fucking Dean said : you are dead to me

Giulia: WHICH IS WAY WORSE

Zee: Yeah that

Giulia: AND MY HEART HURTS

Zee: Can’t type

Giulia: I WANNA CRY AND I’M ANGRY AT DEAN

Giulia: i didn’t need to see that

Giulia: I can’t hear anything else

Giulia: I can’t unhear that

.

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.SO IS NEXT THURSDAY ALREADY CANCELLED?

BECAUSE FOR ME IT IS I DON’T GIVE A SHIT . 

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FUCK YOU DEAN , FUCK YOU.

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