#woooooops

[mformultiverse]

✨ la favorita de dios ✨

[foreverindreamlandd]

my toxic trait is writing about body positivity and learning to see yourself as beautiful inside and out and yet still believing that a man must be batshit crazy if they are instantly attracted upon seeing me.

[novapark]

“When can we move in?”

“So you like it?” 

“Yeah, I do. I really do.” 

[trashforprettyboys]

in case anyone was wondering i'm taking lucien's birthday very seriously~

[flowerbeom]

for @defsenses - an attempt to harden her already hard thoughts

photo prompt:

“Don’t..” Jaebeom choked, adam’s apple bopping under your tongue as it slid across his neck. Knuckles white on the steering while, Jaebeom did his best to keep his eyes forward, though all he wanted was to look down at the merciless pace your hand was working on his dick.

“Don’t? But I want to.” Vexing and muffled into the quivering skin under his ear, you grated your teeth along the protruding vein that coursed with all his longing. Rapid, yet steady beats of every raging urge surging through him - every urge to pull the car over and have his way with you. 

“And I get what I want, don’t I?” Hand gripping tighter on his throbbing length, you swiped your thumb over his glistening head, pearls of lust dripping from the tip. Mouth latching onto his jugular, you sunk your canines into his flesh to remind him of the earlier promise he made. “Don’t I, Beommie?” 

A particularly harsh pump on his dick had him throwing his head back against the headrest, groaning through clenched teeth; hands threatening to rip the leather off the steering wheel. 

“Yes...” 

Sucking on his soft flesh, your tongue drew circles into his heartbeat; matching the pace of your hand as it slid up and down, up and down, relentlessly on his aching, would crash the car to crash into you dick. He choked again when your hand gripped menacingly tight on the base of his cock, pulsing your grip as you pulled his ear lobe between your lips. 

“Yes what?” Jaebeom could barely breathe let alone drive the car, but he knew what waited for him at home; so he tried. By God’s grace did he try.

“Yes, you get whatever you want.” Satisfied, you licked a strip up his neck; relishing the shudder he exhaled through his teeth. Kissing the edge of his jaw, you shuffled back in your seat; lowering your face into his lap. 

“Now, drive straight baby.”

Taking all of him, his hips bucked when he felt himself hit the back of your throat. The way your name fell off his lips was enough for you continue choking back tears just to hear it mix with his moans; the air thickening with every curl of your tongue around his dick. 

Jaebeom swore he didn’t break any laws getting home, but as he fucked you against he hood of the car, you were sure you were still twenty minutes away. At least.. 

[faceless-dude]

That feel when your examinator took your record book to give a rate and found there wrinkled scribble with embarrased naked Illumi

[perseus-huntress]

Connor died. In the tutorial.

This is a sign of things to come 😂

[oh-god-theres-6]

Can I have a scenario with Osomatsu’s s/o that tends to keep their feelings inside and they finally have a breaking point in the middle of the night. They are just balling there eyes out.

Crying wasn’t Osomatsu’s favorite alarm clock, but it surely wasn’t the first time it alerted him. His mind immediately flew to the thought of a distressed brother and his eyes shot open to see the room his shared with his lover. A new worry cradled in his stomach as he shifted to face the body just beside him. They were pressed against the end of the bed, their shoulders shaking with muffled sobs. He saw how their face pressed down into the pillow to block the sound. Hesitantly, his hand found their hip and even though they sat up in shock, the shining tears on their face didn’t slow. For only a moment, they sat in silence as he forced himself to wake up before he snatched their body in his arms, tugging them to lay down right against him. Their arm was pressing against his side uncomfortably but he could easily ignore its presence as he began to hush them softly. His hand traveled across the top of their head in slow strokes.

“Baby, what’s going on? It’s alright, you’re alright,” his voice was low and rough, soothing for three in the morning. They hiccuped in his arms. He continued to coax a response for their outburst which led to an even heavier set of sobs that collected a few dark spots on his pajama shirt until they calmed themselves down enough to speak. A long story followed each word burning into his memory as he sent swift looks to the clock. After an hour, they stopped, their heart and mind tossed out in a ramble and he took the liberty to organize it and put it back in place.

“You gotta tell me this stuff from now on. Just like, write it down for me, alright? No need to worry, right?” He grinned lazily, his hand still dragging through their hair and across their jaw. Their breathing had calmed and they nodded, he nodded as well. “Now come on, let’s get some sleep, it’s practically sunrise. We can talk more about it tomorrow when those tears dry up and I can think a little clearer.”

He snuggled them closer, nuzzling against their head and wishing them a good night that was quietly reciprocated before they fell asleep, content and settled.