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Stampin Scoop Fitting Florets Collection Episode 148

Stampin Scoop Fitting Florets Collection Episode 148

Stampin Scoop Fitting Florets Collection Reveal Join Tami & Linda for the reveal of the new Stampin’ Up Fitting Florets Collection, how to make ombre treat boxes and over 15 more stunning projects created with the collection. See my full post about the Fittings Florets Collection. Project Here are the cards Tami made for today’s show.     Downloadable PDF Project Supplies Click on any photo…

[latenightdaydreams]

i have a request other story.

Love all you story and how you make konig !!

listen how about making a reader skinny (I'm a person really skinny even though that i eat a don't gain so much weigh, and it genetic ) that have some problem with her sugar blood (hypoglycemia is a condition that u need to eat each 3h or depends of the sugar that the pancreas produce in they're body, i have that condition.) Konig is a chef of pastries in the town very famous making reader go and try his famous pastries.

Konig being a sweetheart to her like a panda/puppy but in bed he is other person with reader.

Can be a bit kinky but start fluff then smutty 🌶

💗💗 of course!

Baker!König x Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, food play, oral, skinny reader

1.7k word count

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The first time you walked into his bakery, König’s eyes were drawn to your slender frame as you navigated the crowd. You looked at the case of freshly baked goods with a small smirk on your lips, causing him to smile in response. He walks towards you, his 6’10 body towering over yours as he bends down for you to hear him over the crowd.

“The lemon tart is very popular this time of year.”

The sound of his thick Austrian accent snapping you out of your own thoughts as you turn to look up at him. His pale ice-blue eyes instantly draw you in. Your small smirk turns into a full-blown smile. For a moment, you feel at a loss for words. You realize that this is König speaking to you, the men you read about online.

“Oh—they all look amazing.” You slightly stumble over your words, causing König to laugh.

“Is this your first time here? I’ve never seen you around before.” König straightens his posture and walks behind the counter, assembling a light blue pastry box.

“Yeah, it is.” Your eyes follow him as he grabs one pastry after the other and loads the box up.

“I was going to say I’d recognize your beautiful face.” König says smoothly, not even trying to be subtle with his interest in you.

König walks back around the counter and places the box in your delicate hands. His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he smiles down at you. “Since it’s your first time, I gave you a little bit of everything. Please enjoy it and come back.”

“Oh—” You pull your purse up with one hand and reach for your wallet, but he stops you.

“No charge. It’s my pleasure.”

“Thank you so much, König.”

“Of course…” He leaves the sentence open, gesturing his hand to you asking for your name.

“I’m y/n.”

“Well, y/n, it’s my pleasure. Please enjoy. I look forward to seeing you again.”

With that, you turn and leave the bakery. Back home, you sit on your couch and taste each pastry. Each one seemingly better than the last. König’s accent and eyes linger on your mind. You constantly jump back and forth between thinking he likes you and he was just doing his job. Either way, you’ll definitely be going back.

And you did. Every day for the last week you’ve gone back. Each time König stops what he’s doing to talk to you; you’ve not even spent money as he keeps giving you free food. You disclosed your hyperglycemia to him, causing the need to coddle you to rush over him. Every treat he gives you, he feels as if he’s expressing his want to love and care for you. Today, when you walk in, the tension between the two of you feels different.

“Hallo, Liebling.” König walks to you, pulling you aside to sit at one of the tables.

“Hey!” You sit, excited and nervous as to why he is pulling you aside.

König sits across from you; his large and warm hands engulf your small cold hands. His thumbs rub back and forth gently, enjoying the soft feeling of your skin. There is a silence that lingers between the both of you, but it isn’t uncomfortable. He looks over your face, taking in every small detail. The two of you aren’t together, but in his eyes you’re already his.

“Have you eaten lately?”

“I did a few hours ago.”

“You need to eat then, Liebling.” He brings you hands up to his lips, kissing your knuckles one at a time. “What would you like?”

“Surprise me.” You say with a slight giggle in your voice.

“Ah, of course.”

A few moments later, König comes back with a few pastries and a cup of hot chocolate for you. He sits them down in front of you before kissing the top of your head. Instead of joining you, he has to leave to assist the barista up front while a new wave of customers come in. You watch him as your take sips of your drink and small bites of your food. König’s eyes keep falling on you, enjoying watching you eat.

You wait to the table for König, not wanting to leave without saying goodbye to him first. He rushes over to you with an apologetic look on his face. There is something in his eyes, as if he is deep in thought before speaking up.

“Are you free tomorrow night?”

“I am.”

“Would you be interested in coming here tomorrow night? Just you and me.”

“I would love that.”

You walk up to the steps of the bakery an hour after closing wearing a fitted black dress. You knock and wait for him to open. When he does, his blonde hair is combed back; his thin lips pulled into a wide smile.

“Please come in.” He steps aside for you to enter, his eyes never leaving your figure.

The usually crowded bakery is now tranquil with dim lighting and a single table left in the middle of the sitting area. He places a hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you to sit down. Once seated, he pushes the chair in for you. König sits down in the seat next to you, unable to control his lustful gaze while you’re in that dress; your body is so tiny.

“You look stunning, Liebling.” König’s voice drips with desire. “I made something special for you.”

Just then the barista that works with König came out with a tray holding different baked goods; not from the menu. Small cakes made of your favorite flavors, chocolate covered fruit, and an array of pastries. You can’t help but to stare wide eyed at all of the food. It makes him feel proud to know he is not only helping you, but able to treat you with such delicious foods.

“You’re good to go now.” König tells the woman; she nods and exits the bakery, leaving the two of you alone.

König adjusts the way he is sitting so that he is positioned with you between his legs as he pulls your chair closer to him. No words are spoken as he picks up a chocolate covered strawberry and brings it to your pillowy lips. Your lips part teasingly slowly, leaning forward to wrap your lips around the strawberry.

His breath gets caught in his throat as he watches the most erotic bite he’s ever seen. The slight crunch of the chocolate muffled by those luscious lips as red juice begins to run down your chin. A small embarrassed giggle fleeing your stuffed mouth as König pulls the fruit away from you. He reaches out with his other hand to gently wipe the juice from your chin with his thumb. Instead of wiping it off, he sucks his finger clean.

“Messy girl.”

You can feel your stomach flip and your pussy tingle as this transpires; slowly chewing your food and swallowing. König then picks up a slice of cake and brings it to your lips. His eyes focused on your mouth, awaiting the bite.

“Big bite.” His other hand comes and caresses the back of your head as if he’s guiding his cock into your mouth.

Doing as he asks of you; you open your mouth wide to take a large bite. The sweet frosting gets on the side of your lips as you take the bite. A soft hum comes from you as you enjoy the taste. König’s cock is rock hard in his pants as he leans forward and tilts your head backwards. He puts his mouth on yours where the frosting is, gently licking the frosting.

König pulls back slightly and looks down into your beautiful eyes. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he waits for you to reject him, but you don’t. The look in your eyes is just as hungry as his.

“So schön…”

König’s lips clash against yours once again, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. He lets out soft moans as your tongues swirl around one another, your mouth tasting sweet from the food. One of his hands reaches down and grabs yours, guiding it to his erection that’s straining against the dark fabric of his jeans.

Your fingers wrap around his hard cock as your palm presses against it gently stroking. His cock throbs in your dainty palm, his hips rocking forward to cause more friction. When he pulls away from the kiss his eyes bore into yours.

With one hand, he undoes his pants and releases his boner from its restraints. Your hand wraps around his warm flesh, pulling his foreskin back and revealing his pink tip. He watches your face as you gaze at his impressive size.

“Suck it, Liebling.”

König guides your head to his cock, watching with much anticipation as those soft lips part and warp around him. The orgasmic feeling of your warm, wet mouth embracing his sensitive tip was too much for him. A low hiss escapes him while he drops his head back allowing the pleasure to take over his body.

“More baby, I know you can fit more into that mouth.”

You can feel your pussy getting wet as he speaks to you. His hand pressing down on the back of your head makes you take in more of his long cock. After a few inches you gag slightly. In a calm hushed tone König soothes you and encourages you to take more. Your beautiful watery eyes gaze up at him.

The crown of soft blonde hair surrounding the base of his cock presses against your nose, his heavy balls against your chin. You feel him forcing himself down your throat as he holds it. His fingers tighten on your hair as he lets out a loud moan.

“Look at you, meine Süße. Taking all of me just like I knew you could.” His hips move slowly, thrusting out of your throat and then back down. “Mein Gott, you’re perfect.”

He grabs your jaw with his other hand and sits back down, pulling you off of your seat and forcing you to your knees without withdrawing himself. You gracefully fall before him, your hands falling to his thighs. His hands still controlling your head, he bob's your mouth up and down on his cock. Thick globs of spit drip down his length as he watches with satisfaction.

“I love seeing you fill that beautiful mouth, Liebling.”

[paisleypens]

tee hee

spencer having his partner on a smosh live stream! and it ends with them announcing they are getting married

you are officially tee hee best anon the og love of my life. also i took some creative liberties with this one so i hope you still enjoy!!

“clay”-full of surprises | spencer agnew x reader

gender neutral btw!!

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The Smosh studio was alive with chatter and laughter as the crew prepared for their clay sculpting live stream. Bright lights illuminated the table covered with an array of clay colors, sculpting tools, and creative reference materials. The anticipation in the air was palpable as the chat filled with excited fans.

"Are we live? Oh damn! Hey, hey, hey! Welcome, everyone, to another Thursday games stream!" Spencer Agnew's energetic voice greeted the camera. "We've got a special treat today because my partner, the incredible Y/N, is joining us!"

Everyone’s favorite crew member, Y/N, waved at the camera with a grin, their eyes sparkling with excitement. "Hey, everyone! I'm so pumped to be here and get crafty with all of you!"

Angela couldn't contain her excitement. "This is gonna be a riot! I can't wait to see what kind of mess we make!"

Shayne, always ready to poke fun at Angela, chuckled. "Hopefully not too much of a mess. Let's keep it somewhat together, Ange.”

Chanse responded extra quickly, “Says you, personally I'm actually trying to make something good.”

“Okay sureee” responded Shayne, sparking the competition for the stream.

“Also, make sure to stay until the end to vote for your favorite creation!” Spencer concluded, letting the chaos begin.

The group dove into their clay projects, each with their unique style. Shayne decided to sculpt a caricature of Ian with exaggerated features, while Angela molded a cat that somehow resembled a bizarre hybrid of horse and dog. Chanse, true to form, meticulously crafted a stunning clay sculpture of a phoenix.

Meanwhile, Spencer worked on something special, exchanging knowing glances with Y/N throughout the stream.

"Spencer, what are you up to over there?" Angela's curious voice broke through the focused concentration of the others.

Spencer grinned mischievously. "You'll have to wait and see, Angela. It's a surprise."

As the stream progressed, the chat buzzed with speculation about Spencer's mysterious creation. Y/N, while focused on their own clay masterpiece, couldn't help stealing glances at Spencer's work, a sense of excitement building.

Finally, it was time to reveal their creations. Shayne proudly displayed his exaggerated Ian sculpture, earning laughs and playful jabs from the others. Angela's chaotic animal mix garnered both confusion and amusement, while Chanse's phoenix drew genuine admiration for its beauty.

"Okay, Spencer, show us what you've been hiding!" Angela exclaimed eagerly.

Spencer carefully unveiled a small clay box, intricately detailed. With a flourish, he opened it to reveal a delicate clay ring nestled inside.

The room fell silent for a moment before Angela burst into laughter. "No way, Spencer! Are you pulling a fake proposal on us?"

Spencer chuckled. "Well, sort of. Y/N, will you pretend marry me with this clay ring?" He winked playfully.

Y/N played along, a grin spreading across their face. "Of course, Spencer. I'll always pretend to marry you."

The rest of the crew erupted into laughter and applause, catching on to the inside joke. Shayne teased, "Looks like Spencer's already whipped!"

Chanse, between fits of laughter, managed to say, "Congratulations, you two. I better be in the bridal party."

Spencer stood up, still holding Y/N's hand. "Actually, this fake proposal is a nod to something real. Y/N and I are getting married!"

The studio went silent in shock until it suddenly filled with cheers, hugs, and congratulations from Angela, Shayne, and Chanse. The chat exploded with excitement and well-wishes from fans.

"We wanted to share this special moment with all of you," Y/N said, smiling at Spencer. "Thank you for being part of our journey."

As the live stream came to an end, the crew continued to celebrate, the playful atmosphere and shared laughter making it a day they would always remember.

“Wait… should we still vote on the best?” Angela asked, willing to fight for her ‘cat’.

Shayne laughed before waving goodbye to the camera, “Yeah I really don’t think we need to.”

[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.60)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Life changes come in many many forms; courting gifts, leaving jobs, and...Murder

Tags: Slow burn getting warmer, Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, Trans! Tae, Transphobia, gender thoughts, workplace discrimination, flashbacks, murder, the word 'r*pe' is used to describe what Geumjae did to her but there are no graphic depictions of it, allusions to physical abuse, graphic violence, there is a brief moment where someone not in the pack touches the m/c's ass without her consent, blood, briefly implied suicidal actions- but it's nothing like what you haven't seen before.

W/c: 12.6k

A/n: i'll be attending my cousin's wedding at the time this is posted so! give me lots of love when you read it cuz i'm so nervous~ i've never been around so many fancy people before <3

Previous part ~ Masterlist

You dab at the skin under your eyes carefully. You know they must look red and puffy. Tae’s careful instruction to treat your skin well as all good baby pups should has somehow stuck.

Even here. Even now.

“Do people like always loose it with you? Like when they walk in, do they all cry?”

Your therapist (yes, your therapist) across the narrow room is the opposite of threatening; soft face, pulled back hair, neutral clothing that might just as well be out of a country living catalog.

You don’t know where Jin found her, what little medical booklet he perused like a take-out menu, or how much her services cost per hour. Those kinds of details were not for delicate little pups like yourself to worry over in his opinion.

Most of the time, you're glad not to have to worry about things like this. But right now you're chomping at the bit. Weighting your odds. The other unknowns hover before you. One sticks out. One you're most concerned about.

Is she trustworthy?

Nothing about Dr. Rima seems outwardly threatening, yet you curl in on yourself. She smiles, scrawling something on the top of her notepad before she answers, and something taught in you ticks tighter.

“You’re correct in assuming that most people I meet cry in the first few minutes when they meet me, but you are the first person to cry on my threshold. Most of the time people wait until they’re at least in the chair.”

That has a smile tugging at your lips, albeit unwillingly. Your smile is like a leashed wild animal, with too many teeth when you feel threatened. Contained for now.

If you got up and walked out right now, would she call someone to restrain you? Will you be committed if you tell the truth? Or are you just misinterpreting the stakes?

You are here of your own volition. Even if it was a condition that Jin and Namjoon weren't willing to budge on after the events of last week. It's not like the pack is having you put in a mental institution or something, although they did come with you today. For moral support.

The waiting room was stuffy and yellow, one of those little waterfall mirrors in the corner that you’d watched in a fog sat between Yoongi and Jimin while Jin filled out the necessary paperwork. His pen hovering over the small boxes every few seconds. He'd taken the afternoon off of work to make sure he was there, just to fill out paperwork.

Are you on any medications? Do you have a history with substance abuse disorders? Do you have any intent to harm yourself or others?

Sending glares to anyone who dared to come too close, Jimin had looked and smelled threatening. You're not sure he’d have let you go into an isolated location with her if she’d been an alpha. Jin too had looked close to snapping.

yoongi was the only one who looked somewhat calm, althoug his hand was tightly laced with yours (and a little sweaty)

It’s a wonder that the rest of your pack had agreed to stay home for this. This was just one of several concessions you’d made after what the pack has politely begun referring to as 'sad pup time' during your more vulnerable moments, and blatantly 'your breakdown' during less fragile ones.

But sweet words or not. The facts remain; You are here in this chair after a nearly tearful departure.

You’d met the therapist in the doorway, shaking in your boots, and upon being separated from your pack with the promise that they’d be just downstairs in the lobby, you’d followed her inside.

Yoongi had made a noise in his throat, making you turn back. Dr.Rima turned to watch as he’d pulled you in for a last-minute hug, ducking down to your level. “One hour, okay? We’ll be just downstairs. Text me if you need me.”

His eyes were heavy-looking at the stranger. Unwilling to let you go just yet. A little stalwart, a little standoffish.

“Take good care of her please. She’s very precious to us.”

Precious.

That much was evident by the nearly three-page document that both your pack alpha and omega sent through once Namjoon and Jin had selected Dr. Rima as your therapist. Dr. Rima has quite a bit of experience dealing with overprotective pack alphas and pack omegas. Let alone a pack alpha and pack omega who have such a clinical background.

Yes, you must be well taken care of. At least on paper.

She’s already itching a little, to get her hands on all the others. Packmates and their names are written out, as a part of all intake files. Large packs aren't so common anymore. Her eyes fix on one name; Min Yoongi (beta, mate) unemployed.

The big windows help it feel not so small, on the second floor, the trees block out most of the view of the park below. A small voice that sounds like Hobi whispers that it’s a shame she doesn’t have any plants in here, they'd do so well with all of this natural light.

Your knees clack together a little, moving listlessly, the anxiety in your body begging to be released somewhere.

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Why don’t we start with why you wanted to come in today.”

You avoid her eye contact, looking instead at the tops of the trees, you don’t know why they haven’t changed color yet, all of the trees on your street are half bare already. She has a smooth inoffensive scent, but you’re mated to a beta so you know what to expect when it comes to the relaxing effects, the subtle haze at the edge of your vision. It must come in handy, having the biological upper hand, when it comes to patients in distress.

If therapists are rare, beta therapists must be even rarer.

You can practically hear Jin, “Nothing but the best for my pup.” There is a part of your brain that won’t ever turn off, appraising everything around you. The designer pumps that she wears. The knickknacks on her desks, there are no photos of any packs that she might call her own, just a pink calendar in the corner.

Your breath goes just a little bit rapid, just a little, hitching when you think of it.

“Did Jin tell you anything?”

“He didn’t. Although my secretary did inform me that he filled out the paperwork for you.” The air in the therapist’s office is cold. Cold enough that it has you wrapping your sweater sleeves over your knuckles.

Your cheeks heat “My pack they- get a bit- protective.” Your fingers circle your wrist. You’re glad that Hobi convinced you to take one of his sweatshirts. He'd had a strange look on his face while he zipped it up, and you'd had to worry and wonder about it the whole morning. You'd worried more once he texted, just after he must have gotten to work.

“I have kind of a history of self-destructive behavior and I- I kind fell into bad habits a few days ago and blew up. It was all kind of triggered by this like- thing that happened with me and my other packmate.” It’s surprisingly easy to tell the truth.

You’re a right side better than you have been the last few weeks, now. A little bit more present, less foggy. The doctor just looks at her screen and not at you. What is it with her asking questions that make you not want to lie? Why does it feel like you should anyway?

Dr. Rima reads between the lines, what you're trying to say without saying it. “Is there a possibility of you hurting yourself again?” She clicks at the screen a little rapidly.

“No.”

The truth is you have no idea. It seems best to lie in this situation. But you consider it; one of your packmates making the call that you are too much to handle, that you need more help than they can offer. You imagine what it would be like to be in inpatient care. Grippy socks and group therapy and probably observed mealtimes. Maybe Iv's and feeding tubes if it came to that. Away from the pack and away from Yoongi.

He’s just downstairs, but that feels too far. There was no way that he was going to let you do this alone, you wouldn't be surprised if he never left the waiting room.

It’s just a therapy session. The very thing that you once refused. But now that you're here you might as well heal, you might as well work to stop this endless train of brief highs and endless lows. you'll give it a go, why not? What do you have to lose?

And yet, the texts from Hobi remain unanswered:

Ho-🐝 (9:48): Hey, I’m really proud of you.

Ho-🐝 (9:48): I’m really happy I get to be your packmate. In case you ever worry.

Ho-🐝 (9:49): And your best friend too &lt;3

Ho-🐝 (9:51): Just so you knowwww

The pack has kept you substantially plied with little solutions since your breakdown last week. They haven’t let you rot like usual. They’ve kept your days full of little activities; nothing too extravagant or tiring. Letting you rest when you need to and encouraging you to get outside of your comfort zone when it’s clear you’re giving in.

It comes down to that more often than not; giving in or not giving in.

Not giving in looks like trips back to the beach with Hobi. Like going to the salon with Tae and shopping with Jimin. Or another workout class with Jungkook where you’d spent more of the time lounging on the yoga mat than actually moving your body. But you'd still tenuously agreed to sign up for more classes under the encouragement of Wonho and Jungkook.

And now twice a week, you’ve got a mat to call your own during any classes, in the back, if you decide you want it. Your callender hasn't felt so full in years, it feels strange, to have something to do during the weeks that isn't just scraping the bottom of the barrel and doing house chores. Strange in a good way.

Not all of the pack's solutions aren’t silly but sometimes, silly is a good way to push out the dark.

The morning after your breakdown; you'd watched your pack work, fighting back a flush. Sitting at the kitchen bar stool while Yoongi applied painter’s tape to the floor, not intent on keeping back paint this time, but marking it off for you.

You’re a little bit more determined this morning although your first night without nightmares in a little over a month had kept you in higher spirits. You feel more well-rested than you have in ages.

“You don’t need to- I promise- I’m not going-“ but your requests had fallen on deaf ears. Worry building until Jungkook stood up fast grinning up at you, pupils wide brown pools from getting scented stupid this morning.

(Scented stupid, you'd been scented by the pack too, had struggled a little against it, too shy as Namjoon dragged his throat along yours, squirming until yoongi held you down a little, checking with you each few seconds that you wanted that, that your squirming was really just needing to feel a firm touch, a dominant one.

You will go nowhere until your pack have had their right to you, scenting you up, making your scent gland tender and swollen under their teeths and tongues.

It felt so much better to be made to handle it, each of the pack, even hobi, hovering over you to scent you with their wrists and throats. until you smelled so claimed by them that you couldn't breathe without smelling it- Pack.

Jungkook had pouted until he'd gotten the same treatment, although the omegaspace haze had lasted longer on him than it had on you.

He stands up so fast that his hair fluffs. Catching himself on your leg with a giggle before he topples over. grinning up at you before pressing a sleepy sloppy kiss to your knee and then another to your lips,

“No pup zone!" Omega Space Jungkook can get a little bit ridiculous even at the best of times. He's got a case of the morning omegaspace zoomies as he giggles and nips at your nose. You playfully push at his chest. He doesn't budge.

"Your whole face is a no-pup zone." The dissatisfied pur-chirp he'd let out had sounded half hurt, half encouraged.

Namjoon had eased your discomfort. Pulling you from the stool to lean back against his chest, fingers drumming out a rhythm on your legs as Jungkook huffes into your throat.

Having this failsafe- this rule, does not mean that they think you’re going to fail, these are guard rails to keep you on track. Namjoon looks down at you, his full bottom lip tucked a little, not a pout but close. “This is the easiest solution, if you don’t go near it then maybe, maybe it helps.”

His fingers drum against your skin again, and you lean back into him. Uneasy but willing to let him soothe you.

So yes, you’ve been banned from the kitchen, banned from crossing that line that runs from the edge of the coffee stand and just in front of Tae's library room, to the island and over to the fridge. Unless there is someone else close by. You are not allowed here without supervision.

It’s a simple solution, limiting you from the place that you use to hurt yourself. Never mind the fact that there are dozens if not hundreds of other possible avenues you could use. Your creativity knows no bounds when it comes to pain, but you quiet that part of yourself when the desire for hurt gets loud.

You can’t say it hasn’t helped. But then again, the pack has kept you so busy since your breakdown that you haven't had any time to think of hurting yourself let alone put any plans into action.

Across from you, Dr. Rima waits expectantly.

"It was kind of triggered by this thing that happened."

The tip of her pen bobs a little as she writes. “Could you describe the event to me? Or is that something you're not ready to talk about?" You nod and she waits patiently. It takes you a breath to answer.

“A little less than a month ago one of my packmates and I found a dead body."

You feel a little vindicated at her inhale of breath. Wide eyes that say yes- that is something traumatic, yes, it's fair that it kinda triggered you into a more fragile state.

"It dredged up a lot of feelings about my past. Before that, I was kind of starting to feel s-safe which I haven't like, ever been able to feel."

“And your packmate?"

There is new treacherous wetness balancing on your waterline. “Hobi’s a lot stronger than me, his past and mine are really similar but he just- handles his better. A lot of the time it feels like I learn from him even though he’d tell you the opposite is true. He’s my best friend." Your voice goes quiet, "I love my mate more than I love anyone else, but sometimes- Hobi just- gets me you know?" You go a little misty-eyed. Hands tightening on Hobi's sweatshirt.

“Yet he’s not the one sitting in my chair right now.”

You close your eyes, "he's not."

“For what it’s worth- you can have more than one best friend.” Dr. Rima writes as quickly as she can, taking it down. “How long have you been romantically involved with him? Who came first, your mate or him?”

You jolt forward, “Oh no- we’re not- Hobi and I aren't-" You take a deep breath to clarify. "Everyone else in the pack is together but Hobi and I are just friends. We all have our like… little units?”

"Primary partners." Dr. Rima offers.

"Yeah, that." But even that doesn't really cover it, because while Jin and Namjoon are JinandNamjoon and Jimin and Tae are JiminandTae. Jungkook is everyone's problem (in the best of ways) and you and Tae are something else too. The pack's girls the rest of them would say.

(You and Hobi are, well, YouandHobi.)

It sounds weird to say it once it comes out of your mouth. It makes an odd choked feeling lodge in your throat. Too much hope and too much shame for hoping blooming in your chest.

“I don’t know if I want to talk about him.”

She folds her hands over her knees, setting her pen down. Dr. Rima has chubby hands, disproportionate to her body. They look like they'd be soft.

She reminds you of your mom a little bit.

“That’s okay, we can talk about whatever you want. What you want and need is going to be the focus of our sessions. You’re the pilot here. I’m just here to help you interpret your thoughts and feelings.”

She folds her hands over themselves, setting her pen aside, “Why don’t we talk about the last time you remember feeling safe.”

"Physically or mentally?"

"Either, you can choose."

The rest of the session passes frightfully quickly. You can’t say that you don’t cry again. When you finally talk about Geumjae, her smile quickly dissipates. You talk and talk and talk until your throat is raw. Until you’ve depleted the whole box of her tissues. She shows you she's got more hidden under her desk when you apologize, her secret stash gets a laugh out of you.

“The fact that your pack omega filled out your paperwork isn’t the most unusual, but his preference for daily meetings or every other day is a little bit on the nose for a pack omega, I’m wondering if you share his preference.”

“He’s just overprotective.” She eyes you like Jin has good reason to be. You don’t blush this time, a little more comfortable with Dr. Rima than you were at the beginning of this. “I think maybe more than once a week but not every day.”

“How does Monday- Friday sound?”

~-~

When you walk to the door with Dr. Rima Yoongi stands abruptly from his chair.

You can tell by the shiny edge to his to his scent that he doesn't want to stay here any longer than necessary. He gets the information about your next appointment and then tugs you out the door.

Jins got his legs crossed, fancy leather shoes glinting in the sunlight by the windows. The lobby is buzzing with people coming and going. This building isn't just a therapy office but a collection of other businesses with a few shops and restaurants on the ground floor as well. He looks up and double-takes when he spots you, not standing from his chair, but he opens his arms and you fold yourself along his side, conscious of the other eyes but this.

This you need.

You press your face along the column of Jin's neck, breathing his cream scent in deep.

“Oh pup.”

Your red-rimmed eyes are too obvious and you sniffle wetly, “It was okay, I like Dr. Rima.” He laces your hands together and resists the urge to pester you with questions. Yoongi's hand is still tangled in the hood of your (Hobi's) sweatshirt. Your therapy sessions should be yours and only yours. Yoongi and Jin do not have Dr. patient confidentiality.

And yet the need to know if that helped burns through them. They won't have to wonder for long.

By the coffee stand, Jimin waves and he returns to you when the barista hands over a bag of sweets and a quad of cups. Jin continues scrawling something out for another second before he’s standing and pulling you in for another chaste scent mark.

“Let’s go home.” It's somewhere between an order and a request. But no one disobeys.

On the drive back (37 minutes total) you're a little quiet. You let the sounds of the others be your buffer. You look down at your phone and stare at Hobi’s texts. You respond with just a little heart emoji when you finally still can’t figure out a good response and you're close to home.

Home is its usual conflagration of moving bits and pieces. Each of your packmates is like a shiny cog in a pretty clock, tick tick tick tocking along. Tae and Namjoon are at the table looking through some of the pack’s bills, the pastries and coffee cups litter the table with little piles of powdered sugar and cinnamon. jimin bought enough for the whole pack.

You look at them a little too long, although not because you don't want to eat them. It’s been a while, a few weeks since you’ve made something like that, but every single one of the pastries is something you know how to make. You don’t know why you keep looking at them.

Tae smiles at you, still in the doorway. and it makes you feel a little less like you want to burst into tears. Her voice speaks of the quiet time you have in the library (the tenderness of having someone else do your makeup, another person combing your hair). You hope you'll get some dedicated one-on-one time with her soon.

"Hey little lovely, How was it?"

"She put me through the wringer but I think she got some suds out."

She and Namjoon giggle and you smile small. and you can tell that Namjoon wants to ask you more but he doesn't after a pointed look from your mate. There are footsteps in the hall and before you can move to take off your shoes Hobi is standing in the archway.

Yoongi efficiently strips you of Hobi's sweatshirt with a frustrated huff. It's Kind of like he’s trying to peel away the sadness (your clothes are soaked with your sour scent, rainy and unhappy. Regardless of Jin’s scent mark, you kind of stink).

You might have overheard their words just before you got into the car. Jin's hissed admonishment. “A lot of people cry during therapy Minnie, she’s not in trouble, can’t you smell it?”

Your scent is mellow underneath the memory of your distress, going sweeter by the second. Yoongi wants all memories of your sad scent banished from the house. Hobi stands at the door to the hallway, shifting back and forth, his eyes a little warmer than usual, hands shaking a little bit.

You’ve caught him looking at you a lot since the night he ran away, in the quiet moments when he thinks you’re not noticing. Eyes a shade warmer than usual, a sweetened franticness to his scent. Nervousness and happiness mix like blueberries and whipped cream.

When he pulls up beside you during movie nights and sits thigh to thigh with you. When his hands intertwine with yours over his knee or sometimes or when he pulls your legs sideways across his lap. He looks at you like that when he's doing the small things and he's looking at you like that right now.

You know how love starts, that it starts with the small things.

Hobi resists the urge to open his arms. would you come to him? Would you fold your body along his front so that he could feel your heartbeat? Pressing again and again to the opposite side of his chest with every thump?

He doesn’t say hey, but he does step a little closer. Fingers reaching out. The pad of his index finger slides down the meat of your pinky till it reaches the ball of your wrist. His own special hello.

Your breath hitches, just barely, almost imperceptible if it wasn’t for how close he stands.

A look behind you says Yoongi hasn’t made himself scarce, instead fussing with the pack's coats. Now that it’s getting colder, they don’t all fit by the door. You look behind Hobi and find Namjoon watching the three of you, he raises a singular eyebrow.

“How was it? Bad?” Hobi asks, breaking the silence and the tension, drawing your attention back to him. The next breath you let out is a lot less heavy, and your eyelashes flutter as he steps closer. Hobi smells good, a little earthy, mellowing out his usual sweetness. Sweet for an alpha.

“It was kind of hard, I kinda wanted to run away for a bit at the beginning." You can't keep meeting his eyes with how intensely he's looking at you and they flutter down to his hands. "I almost did.”

"I'm glad you didn't pup." Jin comments, full of reproach, the mirror to you and Hobi as he leans down to press a kiss to Namjoon's forehead. Shucking off his lapelled jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his button-down shirt.

“If you’d have called me, I’d have picked you up. We could still like- run away, if you're down.”

But the house is starting to heat up, and Jin and Yoongi are starting to cook. The light is still honey-yellow happy. And you tip your cheek into his arm. He finally- finally lets his arms settle around your waist.

“Nah, not yet.” You drag out the syllable all playful, and something forbidden stirs in Hobi’s gut. “Jin’s making my favorite tonight. not until later?”

Hobi goes silent, pulls back, biting his lips, eyes flickering from your eyes down. and-

You laugh and Hobi blushes. “Just spit it out.”

Everyone’s been a little bit touchier with you since that night (a little more overbearing too). You won’t immediately chalk Hobi's touchyness up to what you're all thinking. But the affection makes your scent gland feel tender. Zinging when Yoongi steps up behind you and nuzzles into it, huffing again.

Friends can hug each other after therapy right? Hobi swallows thickly and you feel it against your collar bone as he pulls back and steps away from you. “I ugh- got you a present?”

You brighten up instantly, and Hobi's anxiety increases tenfold. A bit of casual mischievousness on the edge of your lips that always have Hobi feeling like he’s being teased even though he knows he isn’t.

“Oh? A present? You’ve never gotten me a present before!”

He kicks at imaginary dust bunnies, fighting back what he knows is a noticeable flush. “I ugh- still owe you, from the car you know and honestly it's not even like a big gift it's like- so small in comparison and-”

Yoongi huffs and continues to disrobe you. Pulling your sweater over your head when he’s not satisfied that your unhappy scent has dissipated. Muttering something like. “hopeless alpha” under his breath. Your tank top pulls up, inches of your hip and skin on display. It's nothing that Hobi hasn't seen before and yet the blush reignites. The sunshine to your morning glory.

“I guess you're right.” But it doesn’t feel like it. Hobi doesn’t owe you anything for that, not when it was so easy to give. Not when you’ve gotten so many late-night drives from that gift.

Hoseok got the idea for your courting gift, one morning while watching you say goodbye to Namjoon:

The pack alpha has always been a fan of goodbye kisses, good morning, and goodnight kisses too. The particular kiss that morning had ‘I’ll miss you’ written all over it. It was so pretty in the way that you lingered, arms around Namjoon’s neck. His hand is underneath your shirt on the small of your back. Such a small touch and yet so gently possessive that it had Hobi aching to see it.

Hobi is unfortunately prone to jealousy and it turns the back of his neck hot. Makes his hands feel oddly tender. He's distracted by the visual, the task of packing up his work bag forgotten. Hoseok’s shift at the flower shop doesn’t start for another few hours, and he’s waiting, watching, an unhappy voyeur.

You and Namjoon have quite the height difference, if he was in between the two of you he’d be the perfect middle ground. That’s just another stupid thought, another stupid thought in the countless number of stupid thoughts that he’s had. (I like my alphas a little pathetic, and nothing's more pathetic than an alpha pining after an omega.)

He grumbles.

Yoongi prattles on, more awake than all of them as he outlines what you have to do today to make progress on the house- which is to go find a place that sells cheaper tile than the ones you first thought of using in the bathroom on the first floor. And maybe change it up a little.

The bathrooms escaped the renovations somehow, and a few nights ago- Jimin had admitted how much they actually use it even though it’s not the pack's primary bathroom anymore. Now that it’s not in use, they’re more willing to part with it for a few days for some very necessary re-styling. it toes the line from vintage to old a little too hard. The yellow is a little…yellow.

Yoongi wants to go light and airy with the color scheme, like he did with the upstairs bathroom and it's seafoam and brown tones. But like with most of the house, your vote is for colorful. “How about a light blue-” Yoongi continues to argue while you kiss Namjoon a little senseless in the doorway, at least Namjoon seems properly dazed, chasing your lips when you pull apart.

“No- we don’t have a room that’s magenta yet!”

This starts the same argument as always; “We can’t make every room in this house pink for Tae.”

But goodbyes take precedence, and when you turn back and smile at Hobi he flushes, shy to be caught looking. He moves, stepping around you and Namjoon to put his water bottle into his bag when you shout, “Stop, Seokie!”

Seokie is a new nickname, one that Jin only uses in the quietest of moments that you've somehow adopted when you don't want to call him Hobi. Hobi always thought that if you’d use any other nickname with him- you’d use daisy (he might want you and yoongi to share that pet name). But he’s a good pup and stops what he’s doing. Every atom in his body every electron no longer circulates neutrons but circulates you instead. Pulled in by your gravity.

You’ve moved so suddenly that you’ve spilled a bit of your coffee onto the floor. Maybe kissing Namjoon has left you feeling a little dizzy too. Yoongi just sighs fondly and wipes it up. Jimin looks up from his phone, smiling when he sees.

“You’ve got a rainbow on your cheek.”

It’s a trick of the light, early morning sunshine refracted through the mottled window just right to cast a single rainbow on the wall and on Hobi when he steps in front of it.

You cup his cheek, finger skimming across where the rainbow sits.

"Pretty."

Hobi feels hot all over.

At Tae’s call of, “If I have to do my eyeliner one more time I’m going to scream!” You giggle and dart away from him. Going to tend to Tae with a soft reply of "I've got you baby."

Hoseok is left, blushing in the morning light. Staying still like you might come by and cup his cheek again, Like a flower staying still in the hope of pollination.

Hobi is left, wanting to scream and somehow demand you back, both would be fair. His plight isn't missed by his packmates, who lean in like a set of jackals, grinning ear to ear at hobi's flustered predicament.

She's going to send him into rut if she's not careful Jin thinks, but doesn't say. instead he teases, “You’ve got to leave in the next ten-minute Hobi.”

Only then does Hoseok move- released from his spell and finally losing the rainbow on his cheeks though they might as well have stayed with how happy and warm he feels. How absolutely incandescent the love is glowing in his chest. A full spectrum of feelings, longing for you to come back.

He almost trips over noodle, darting after you with his tail raised high, catching himself on the edge of the couch at the last second, one shoe on and one off, his water bottle falling and spilling in the process.

yoongi sighs, and stoops to wipe it up. Jimin giggles and pulls Hobi up by his hips, the alpha's fingers feel hot where they've touched him, scalding. “What’s wrong, omega got your tongue?” yoongi returns to his breakfast, throwing the wad of soggy paper towels into the trash.

Jungkook laughs, “It’s more like he wants an omega to have his tongue in her-“

“You guys are gross,” He pushes at Jimin’s shoulder finally moving right. Yoongi hides his smile in a mouthful of Captain Crunch.

Hobi doesn’t think about the rainbows again until his next afternoon shift. When the low angle of the autumn sun cuts through the windows and catches the suncatchers that they hang in the doorway of the flower shop and cast more rainbows- dozens of them really across him and the flower.

He remembers when you came to visit, how you'd lingered over them, looked at them a second longer than you looked at the plants.

It’s a bit of a kitschy display. Other polished stones and nick nacks sitting on the deep shelf along with some smaller potted plants. A little tray of rose-quartz stones falsely advertises themselves as ‘heat reducers.’

The colors start to blend, and the rainbows sway softly in the light, gentle and pretty. He snaps a photo and thinks about sending it to you, but doesn’t.

The store is blissfully empty of Hobi's coworkers when he selects three of them. It's quiet when he packages them in tissue paper, one with a huge pink stained-glass moon at the top, another with three tiers. Each of them is delicate and pretty in their own right. No one’s bought a single one of them in the last three months anyway. They'll hardly be missed. Hobi gives himself a fat employee discount.

Hobi is unfortunately bad at hiding things, especially when he's nervous. Luckily the pack alpha doesn’t have it in him to tease. Namjoon had in fact been only too encouraging and given him a pep talk just this morning about courting and courting presents.

“The worst that can happen is that she doesn’t like it- and then you just have to try again which you were already planning on doing anyway.” Namjoon is quite simply the best at courting. It doesn't matter which subgender; alphas, beta’s, and omegas have all fallen under his touch. At least Hoseok has the opportunity to learn from a professional. Somehow the thought that you'd compare him to namjoon doesn't cross his mind.

Hoseok isn’t good at the romantic gestures that courting necessitates. He’s more of the ‘there when you need him’ kind of lover. Ready to make the small changes to make his loved ones' lives more manageable. Ready with his car keys for adventures. Those parts are easy, this is out of his depth.

Especially when it comes to you. Even After the love confessions, (are confessions still confessions if they’re so internal?) Hobi feels mostly unmoored. About to shatter upon unknown shores.

God, crushes are so frustrating (in the best kind of way, the way that keeps you sighing and daydreaming, the kind of way that makes you look in the mirror a little longer).

Tae helped him half an hour before she started on the pack's paperwork. They'd spent an hour deciding which places were best to hang them to get the greatest number of rainbows. She had even fussed with his hair a little to make it lie right. Having him hop up on the couch so she could see Hobi's face from your angle.

Hobi wanted to make sure there were at least one or two rainbows when he shows you. But when he leads you to the sunroom, his hands over your eyes (the same position you found yourself in when Namjoon surprised you with the nesting pod) there are more of them than there were when he set them up, whole constellations swaying softly.

The suncatchers are pretty and twinkly sparkly in the golden hour light, and your lips part in a simple show of awe when Hobi tells you you can open your eyes. It's so bright, they send dozens of little rainbows across the walls and your nesting pod. Over the white couch and the fig in the corner.

It’s very very pretty. and when you turn back to look a thim, Hobi once again has a rainbow on his cheek.

Your eyes twinkle, but you don't say anything. you stay quiet for long enough that Hobi gets nervous. his anxiety makes him talk fast. “I hung them here- but you can put them wherever you want- in the kitchen or upstairs or I can get you more for any places you want to put them- or- or- ”

You just about tackle him, arms looping around his neck resting your weight in his arms that instinctively grip around your waist. Hobi teeters, unsteady with such a heavy heart, toppling both of you onto the couch as you cry. "I love it!"

You’re sprawled not lying across him but his hand goes out to support the way you cling and rub your face into his chest, a happy little chirp slipping past your lips.

The wild thing in Hobi’s chest settles, settles, and curls around you. Tight and protective like a vice. You pull back, and your smile is just as bright.

Hobi sags, and rests his neck back against the couch, "Good- thank fucking god- I was so fucking nervous-" You fiddle with the buttons on his flannel, it's one of Yoongi's. It seems fitting that you steal his clothes and he steals Yoongi's.

"What brought all this on?"

Hobi doesn't have a good answer, in the quiet with the rainbows, or at least an answer he's ready for. He doesn't say that this is a courting present, and he doesn't need to because instead of answering your question- he replies with one of his own.

“Wanna go for a drive later?” he asks, voice tremulous like he thinks you might refuse him. You’ve never said no to him before, never said not tonight only not right now. Do you treasure our little talks the same way I do?

“Sure, after dinner? like I said? Just-" You lean back against his chest, and Hobi’s hands go tight tight tight around your waist. Holding you close. Clingy. He does not slip his hand under your shirt to cup the side of your hip the way that Namjoon might, but the thought crosses his mind.

Hobi is a good alpha, he won't cross that line until you tell him it's okay. Until then a thin layer of fabric separates his skin from yours. You're still warm to the couch.

“Sit and watch them with me?” You ask quietly. Almost shy, like you think he’d refuse you. He nods and the two of you sit on the couch to look at the rainbows together.

Eventually, Noodle finds the two of you, meowing and hopping up to stretch out along your thighs. Worming his way between the two of you.

The rainbows don't last forever, but Hobi sits with you until they fade.

~-~

Tae’s library is just like every public library:

Tall windows, wide quiet shelves with room for the stories to breathe. A colorful young adult section and an even more colorful kid’s section. A bit aways from the tables and computers so that any over-excited pups don’t disturb the adults. Big deep beanbags for small children to cuddle up to while they ponder fairy tales and adventures only a plastic-covered book away.

Tae’s long plaid skirt barely makes a whisper along the ground. The colder weather has allowed her to live all of her cottage core fantasies, her dark academia aesthetic truly flourishing. Her shirt is a little translucent today, and the fading summer tan of her skin pokes through it in spots where her tank top doesn't hide. Pretty long earrings dangle and clink in the quiet while she works on her shelving.

Wearing her chosen clothing items at work has been a bit of a work in progress.

Most of Tae’s coworkers approve of her transition in that overly willing-to-be-an-ally way that middle-aged women who generally consider themselves progressive outside of closed doors all do. And the ones that don’t approve have swallowed their words with lingering sour eyes and raised upper lips after the general receptiveness to Tae’s social transition.

It's hard to know who's genuine with it, who just doesn't want to cause a fuss, and who just doesn't give a shit. But most of the time her outfits get one or two compliments and thats it. Tae would rather them say nothing than anything negitive.

Tae likes the quiet of the library at this time of day, the silence gives her enough room to let her imagination wander. Tae likes to file away books in mid-morning, when there are fewer people around and her humming is less likely to disturb any of the library’s patrons. She sings to the stories and they sing back, tempting her with every well-worded title and delicately chaste summary.

But she doesn’t just think about stories or the book she's writing (her book is currently giving her hell on the 30th chapter) No. Today- there is a much more interesting love story blooming in her head, in the pack's den too.

She’s been thinking about you all morning (Tae thinks about you almost every morning) there are even little poems scrawled on the edge of her newspaper. Lines that are you and a bit of Hobi too.

I wished that I might be your hair clip / to know what it feels like / to be pressed against the nape of your neck/ To be your suntan/ perched on the edge/ of what you show everyone and what you show no one/ To be the bearer of every freckle/ like the sky holds the stars/ To hold and never let go/ Like birds hold sunshine / and flowers hold songs.

Everyone had noticed of course, how much time you and Hobi have been spending together.

The pack had even talked about it during a quiet moment without you and Hobi. Yoongi’s lack of communication regarding you and Hobi. “I don’t know anything” he’d unsuccessfully lied, and nearly been heaved up and wrestled to the couch as a result. But Jungkook’s puppy eyes had unsuccessfully endeared him.

Yoongi has kept Hobi's secret, but it's kind of hard not to notice. Tae isn't a fool. Tae is a much better liar than Yoongi is- because when you'd come to her after your late-night drive to gush with her about Hobi and the rainbows over makeup. She hadn't said anything about what she knows.

Tae couldn’t tell you how many times she’d noticed little touches, Hobi’s hand lingering on the small of your back, grabbing your waist when he moved behind you in the bathroom. When he take the greatest care to set out his sweatshirts in the morning and even asks Jungkook to make sure they’re clean. They’re practically not even his sweatshirts anymore with the amount you’ve been wearing them.

Tae isn’t an idiot, she knows that Hobi’s finally realized it. While she doesn’t trust herself to play matchmaker given how poorly the first time she pointed out Hobi’s attraction went. that doesn’t mean she’s not going to park herself firmly on the edge of her fantasy land with a box of popcorn.

If they were gonna get married, would Hobi wear a red tux or black or grey? Her brain is already thinking of wedding dresses. One of these days she’s really going to have to make a Pinterest board. Hobi would probably want to do sunflowers, and that might clash with the red unless it was a fall wedding- ooh, and what about pearl details and daisies? a beach wedding might be a little too on the nose for you.

Tae is so absorbed with her shelving and her daydreaming that she doesn’t notice the sound of small shoes on the carpeted floor. Nor does she notice the light-up flash of tiny iorn man sneakers. Her musings are easily interrupted by a small tug on her skirt, shy almost. She startles a little, looking down at the sudden touch.

The little pup's thumb is wet from where it was clearly placed behind their bucked teeth. He's got wide brown eyes and soft-looking hair, Tae can't stop the smile that comes to her lips.

“I wanted to read a book but I couldn’t reach, can you help me? Please?”

Tae’s heart swells as she leans down to the pup's level. “Of course, I can! Why don’t you show me what one you wanted,” diligently Tae follows the little one a few isles over, tugged along by their insistent pulling as he tells her about the pretty cover.

The little pup turns back, furrowing his bushy brows up at Tae, “are you a princess?” he asks. Tae almost has to laugh, a bright happy gender euphoric feeling filling her chest, that feeling of I could be filling her.

She makes her whisper just a little more hushed, playing along, “Don’t tell anyone okay? It's a secret.” The little pup nods, eyes darting around like there are dragons that would threaten her.

“What gave me away?”

“Princesses wear long skirts!” the pup says cheerfully, like it makes the most sense in the world. He's a little too loud and Tae winces. He finally finds the shelve with the story. The spine glimmers pink and gold and Tae is unsurprised to find the illustrated copy of Cinderella. Not the Disney or PJ version, but the Brothers Grimm version.

Tae cringes at the pair of doves on the cover.

Tae doesn’t say that the little pup is too small to read a book so big, or that there is one with more pictures much more appropriate away from the young adult section. The child can’t be more than 6 years old.

But still, Tae retrieves it and delivers it to their waiting arms. The little one clutches it to his chest, thanks Tae, and then promptly plops themselves onto the carpeted floor right there.

He opens the first page, huffs, and then looks up at her imploringly.

“I just realized I can’t read.”

He pouts and Tae melts. Tae wonders where the pup's mother is, but really, there certainly can't be much harm in this. This isn't the first time Tae has been guilted into reading a story to a pup while their parents work or make use of the library's computers.

"Just the first page.” She intones, caution for the child’s hopes in her voice, she presses her skirt under her knees and sits on the scratchy carpet. The pup curls close to see the pictures. Resting his tiny chubby cheek in the billow of Tae’s big puffy sleeve.

Tae's chest is all tight as she reads. The pup is very well-behaved, he pauses, and asks questions in a soft voice only when Tae gives him space to respond. Tae easily ommits the parts that aren't appropriate. but tae finds herself watching the pup a little bit more as the minutes stretch.

In a few years with your own little ones around, will Tae become the defacto bedtime story reader? Will she do this with the pack's pups one day? Will she be the one to take that bright little light in their eyes that imagines things as greater and more and cultivate it? Her cheeks feel warm at the prospect, heart beating like a hummingbird's wings in excitement.

Your pups and Jin's pups too- they're gonna be so loved. Tae's gonna be the best mom to them, The best alpha too.

One page turns into two and then three. In this quiet corner with only Tae’s voice as ruler and god, the little pup hinges on every word. Until there’s another voice close by. An adult not wishing to be loud, a whispered name.

“Jae?”

Tae smiles up at the woman at the end of the aisle of books. Her smile turns sweeter when Jae hops up and runs to press his face into her jeaned thighs. Tae remembers how that felt, how every scent besides Tae’s own omega mother felt overwhelming and icky.

Tae stands with a crack of her knees and makes to hand over the book, “This makes a great bedtime story until about chapter 8, that one you might want to skip until he’s a little older.”

The woman makes to smile, but it only goes so far. Tae watches in perfect detail, everything in slow motion, as her eyes flicker down to Tae’s Addams apple.

She drags her child close by their wrist quicker than Tae can blink. Tae sees the moment that the child realizes this touch isn’t gentle, wide eyes going fear-stricken as he's tugged behind her back. And then it's all downhill from there.

I'll spare you the more vile bits.

But the saddest moment of the argument that follows (Which involves not one but three of Tae's co-workers to calm down the hysterical woman whose screeches echo around the quiet library) is when the pup tries to get his mother's attention. "Mom, I liked that she was reading to me."

"He" the certified Karen hisses, moving in a way that makes the pup flinch back. "-should know better than to corrupt a pup with such- such-" her eyes dart down and up, and Tae's skin burns. "Disgusting behavior."

The misgendering doesn't even sting. What does hurt is the eyes peering in. She isn't being quiet and it's causing many of the library's patrons' attention is diverted. Tae's coworkers have put themselves between Tae and the woman. But there still aren't enough people (enough packmates) in between her and the verbal tirade.

An hour later, after the woman has left after threatening to call the police, Tae talks with his boss and his boss’s boss. The room behind the front desk is glass, and he knows that the door doesn’t keep the sound of their raised voice out.

“I wasn’t harassing her child; I was just helping him find a book for Christ sake!”

The worst part is that this isn’t the first time that this has happened. No- since Tae came out there have been two other complaints leveled against her from bigoted patrons. Both right at the beginning before she got the hang of presenting how she wanted to.

At least those confrontations weren’t face-to-face. At least those complaints didn’t end with someone threatening to call the police and a pup cowering, tugged along too roughly out the door.

The little pup had glanced back at Tae, mouth in pout, eyes swimming with tears.

Even if the woman felt righteous in her anger, the least she could have done was not yell in front of the pup. Tae promises herself right then and there, that she'll never raise her voice in front of the pack's pups, not in anger.

The book has stayed on the counter at the front. Pink and gold and treacherous. Tae hopes that if anything, the pup finds it and reads the ending one day. Stories have a way of finding us, even when the world makes us let them go.

Now in the back room behind the check-out counter. Tae’s boss levels her with an expectant look, the kind that people give when they don’t want to be transphobic not really- it’s just so hard for them not to, so learned. Tae is the nail that sticks up. It’s bullshit really. Tae can tell it's bullshit before she opens her mouth.

“Really? He asked for Cinderella?”

“Yes.” Tae’s biting tone is an alpha’s tone, not a man’s, and yet she knows how it sounds.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“I’m not lying.” Is Tae supposed to only help some children find the books they want? Is she supposed to look at them and make her best guess if they’ve got homophobic parents and skip them over? It’s not her fault that the sweet sweet pup’s parent was a bigot.

“I can’t help but feel like- you’ve got a personal agenda-“

"Charlie-" the district manager cautions.

Tae can’t stop herself from snapping, alpha anger sparking with the intent to burn. “Little boys should be allowed to read Cinderella if they want to” Rats and all. Her hands are shaking, and it isn’t missed by them. The room smells thick with Tae’s spicy cinnamon anger.

The district manager sets her hand on Tae's shoulder, and her anger ebbs just a little. “I think maybe you should go home a little early today, just to cool off. We can talk about it more tomorrow.”

Tae doesn’t want to go home early, Tae doesn’t want to go home at all as she packs up her books. Her bag lighter than usual, absent of the stories that she wants to take home. For once there aren’t any that she wants to read.

She walks to the train station because Jimin won’t be off work for another 2 hours and that’s when he’d usually pick her up, the last three days he’s gotten her flowers too; white roses the first day, pink the second, and red the third. She sends him a text.

Tae <3 (1:48): I left work early today, you don’t have to pick me up, I’ll get an Uber home.

Mini-alpha (1:49):!!!!!

Mini-alpha (1:49): What happened? Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up? I can leave now.

Tae sighs, looking down at her phone while she waits for the crosswalk light to come on. Red still, green in a few seconds, she only has to wait. She can practically feel Jimin's nervous energy through the phone. it's a wonder he doesn't immediately call her.

It makes her soft. It isn't in Jimin's nature to give any of his lovers any space but he always makes an effort when it comes to her.

Tae <3 (1:53): No. It’s fine. I’ll talk to you when you get home.

Tae doesn’t want to talk to Jimin about transphobia again. At least not yet. It’s too much energy. It’s not that Tae doesn’t want to make what happened during Namjoon’s rut better. It’s not that she doesn’t want to talk about it- it’s just that there’s nothing to talk about, the explanation of his actions are such a burden for Tae to bear. And Tae trusts that Jimin’s heart is in the right place even if he makes mistakes. And even telling Jimin off, yelling at him, wouldn’t change it.

Either one day Tae will not have to deal with bigoted parents, either one day she’ll pass and won’t have to worry, or she'll always be in this awkward middle ground.

Trans people are like toupees, you only notice them when there’s something off, something a little misplaced about them. Tae fears that most of all. Femininity, as much as she wants it, as much as it's hers to take, what if it won't ever fit right? What if she never passes?

Tae loves her job at the library, it’s the perfect mix of boring and safe and easy even if it doesn’t pay enough. But even as she's gained things like skirts and puffy sleeves, she's exchanged them for days like today. Really, the library was her favorite place before today and now, every step away from it makes her feel a little lighter. She's not even angry anymore, just exhausted mentally.

Tae decides to walk home at least she’s in her most conservative channel flats, they could use a little bit more wear and love and Tae’s thoughts are still too sharp. She dulls them to a palatable edge that all falls apart when she gets home.

You’re there, thank fucking god you’re always there when she gets home. You’ll always be Tae’s comfort person.

Tae opens the door with a creek and push of cold air, you're saying something to Yoongi turning with a toss of your hair, eyes brightening when you see her before you've even said her name.

You look a little healthier today, with a little bit more of a rosy glow to your cheeks and a healthy brightness to your eyes, not all glassy.

"Tae! You're home early!"

Tae will never stop being proud of how hard you try, and will never stop being a bit envious either because Tae-

Tae looks at you and wilts, bag flopping onto the floor, and predictably burst into tears.

"Oh- oh Tae."

"Baby girl-"

You and Yoongi are just about the best security blanket a packmate could ask for. You're so good as you pull her down to your level so you can kiss away her tears, maneuvering her like a perfect team onto the couch. Yoongi's strong hands slide off her shoes. Yoongi's fingers digging into her sore heel as you kiss away her every tear.

A substantial amount of babying and a Sos packmate in distress text later, and Tae is reclining across a freshly fluffed nest, the muscles in her body relaxed. The blisters on the back of her feet are bandaged and kissed. Every inch of her body is too.

You don't talk about it until after the pack's facemasks are finished, and hobi's clear coat has dried over the tiny nail sticker that you left. a small bumblebee.

Your skin smells sweet after a long long bath full of fancy bath bombs. Jinnie had also rubbed oil onto her freshly shaven legs. You helped, dragging it along oh so carefully to not nick her skin. Ending each pass with a kiss to her ankle and then upper thigh.

Tae’s head is in your lap now, cheek pressed against your (slightly chubbier) thighs. Her sniffles the background music as Tae gives her final recap of what happened.

Your nose gets a wrinkle in it when you go cross. "There's so much meanness to the world, I hate how people have to add to it."

Jimin’s anger leaves an undercurrent in the air, dragging the other alphas along, Hobi’s hands are strong where they dig into Tae’s shoulders, belly down in the nest while you play with her hair, braiding it back and forth. The attention makes her feel a little tingly.

“Do you know what her name was? Did you get a look at her car-“ Jimin asks, nearly barking. The library has cameras. Jimin knows it does.

Jin sets a hand on the back of his neck, a scruff threatening. “Down pup. Tae doesn’t need you to track them down.” Jimin’s teeth look particularly sharp in the light. For a face so soft he has quite the mouth on him.

“They made her sad,” he growls, but it's softer, more pointed as he crouches over her.

Namjoon’s quiet voice unlocks the whole world's worries, massaging gently down the column of Tae’s delicate neck, rough hands, worn tender touching her regardless. Namjoon is rarely ever so pointed, but it's logical, from an alpha's perspective, Tae knows what he hints.

"I think that if your bosses aren't going to protect you from people like that, then I want you to leave your job." Jin gives him a look like, 'Now you know where I'm coming from' but Tae's the important packmate right now.

Tae rolls Namjoon's words around her tongue, her hand loosely twined with his. Namjoon has the steadiest hands out of everyone in the pack and a few minutes ago he repurposed his surgery skills to do her nails. Took off the chipped red and re-did them because Namjoon knows she feels best when her claws are polished. He checks them now. Tapping them lightly to not smudge them.

It's a girl's night, the first girl's night you've ever had with the whole pack. Tae's face is still glossy from the face mask.

“I don’t think I want to quit; I don’t think that would help at all that’s not going to like- solve the world and all its issues.”

“No, but- if it’s making you more sad than happy. Then maybe it’s worth considering.”

Tae knows Namjoon’s not saying that she doesn’t make enough to affect the pack's finances, but that's still the truth. Hobi pulls himself along her other side and you watch him with heavy-lidded eyes.

Hobi presses a kiss to Tae's temple, “All you want to do is write every day anyways, and we just want you to be happy,” 6 heads nod their agreement.

Hobi isn't wrong; The last four weekends in a row Tae has woken up several hours earlier than the pack would usually stir from morning cuddles, just to get a few hours of uninterrupted writing done. She’s also spent nearly every night in her library room, staying up late after the pack has retired upstairs until one of you comes down and wrangles her upstairs. The pack's prettiest alpha needs her beauty sleep.

But is it enough to count on? Is it worth quitting her job over?

You duck down low, kissing the same spot Hobi did, your lips touching just a Tae away. a heavy breath wooshes out of her chest. "Yeah why wouldn't we want you to quit? If you're always here then I can always do this."

Your kiss is gentle, and it tastes like belonging more than Tae would ever be able to write, to describe. A love that makes you feel like you belong is a rare thing. And Tae's hand goes up to tangle in your hair, keeping you there for just a shared breath longer.

The next breath tastes a bit like freedom. It's scary to be free.

(But Tae leaves her 2 weeks' notice on her boss’s desk before the end of the next work day, and she doesn't feel bad about it one bit).

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(1 year prior)

Maybe the truth is that the reason why you don’t feel you deserve agency is because you know what your agency looks like. The choices you’re willing to make when it comes down to it.

The secrets you tell and the lies you have buried deep in your pocket like one of Hobi’s found things. Something you can’t get rid of and cast back into the ocean. No matter how hard you try. There is something about murder that sticks, that stays no matter how many times you try to wash your hands of it.

It's not guilt, because you don't feel guilty for what you had to do.

Being backed into a corner can make someone do a whole hell of alot of monstrous things. And back then Life was monotonous. Back then there was Anguish without change.

Your life went like this: Go home. Get beaten. Get hurt. Get Raped. Wake up. Meet up with Hyejin. Make poison. Make pastries. Go to the Don’s house. Feed it to them. Listen to Moonbyul tell you to wait. Go home. Get beaten again and again. Get raped every night. On and on and on.

Clean up your blood from the tiles. Clean it from the carpet. Hydrogen peroxide and not bleach. Cover the bruises up with color corrector first before you put concealer over them.

Smile and tell everyone that your husband and you are perfectly happy. There will be a pup on the way soon enough, I'm so lucky to have someone who supports me, and I'm so lucky to have a love like this.

Go home. Get beaten. Get hurt. Get Raped. Go to sleep and don't cry because then he'll beat you for keeping him awake.

In the darkness that curls around you. Blood going tacky between your legs, you start to dream of wicked sweet things.

What you've been through would be enough to make anyone go crazy, Enough to make anyone consider drastic action. Enough to make anyone consider murder.

Enough for you to slide a pair of small syringes off of Moonbyul’s night desk and a small packet of arsenic too. You know how to make a simple syrup. You know how to mix in arsenic to it, how to make it liquid soluble without breathing it in.

You make it in the fine china and break it after so that you can throw it out without worrying. You get a beating for it but you hardly feel it when Geumjae drags you across the floor by your hair. It hardly breaks your heart when he steps on your ribcage with the intent to break bones because you know what you have to do.

After, with your own blood on your teeth, you make sure to leave it in the bottom of the trash, and ask the cleaning staff not to take it out yet. They're supposed to find it.

You don't care if you die, you just want to make sure the necessary villains are punished. When it comes to blame the person who is most to blame is you anyway. You are simply numb to pain, numb to your own anguish. Numb to the idea of your own death too. Geumjae's already killed you in every way that matters.

Cut off a wolf's head and it still has the power to bite; give a girl an enemy and she'll do dangerous things.

Your meetings with the Don and beta always go the same; gossip, and greetings. Sometimes when you come bearing bruises, they tell you to wait just a little longer.

Go home. Get beaten. Get hurt. Get Raped. Wake up. Just give it time for his temper to settle. Once you're mated it will get better.

Even Moonbyul and Hyejin tell you that planning the perfect crime takes time. That you'll be saved if you only wait. Help is coming.

Bullshit.

You’re tired of waiting for him to kill you, you're tired of waiting to die. You're smarter than all of them because you know exactly how to get everything you want and you're willing to do anything to get it.

The next time Moonbyul and Hyejin take you to the Don and Beta’s house under the guise of afternoon tea, you are prepared for war and dressed with revenge in mind. Your white dress knotted at the shoulders falling in a heavenly sheet, like an avenging angel, neither pious nor sinful.

You are a force of nature and nature does not ask when it takes lives.

What’s worse; the people that enable the abusers or the abusers themselves? Who is more to blame for the pain caused?

You are no longer hiding and you won't let them hide this time. The bruise on your cheek is purple and mottled, the rings of bruises on your wrists from his hands while he held you down.

When you smiled at Geumjae over breakfast this morning, there was only one thought in your mind.

You’re next.

Your agency looks like this; elegantly done hair your skirt a little short for fall. A basket of arsenic-backed goods in a basket as is usual. Fluffy pink cupcakes with the perfect Swiss meringue buttercream in little spirals.

A gentle smile at the beta when she opens her doors for you, letting the monster in, because you’ve been over enough times that she trusts you. You suppose that's your doing too, you've fooled her into thinking you're just another idiot girl who decided to marry rich and didn't bother to consider the strings attached. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, you bare your teeth when you smile.

Hyejin has helped on that front; over the past few months, she has taught you exactly the kind of conversation that the beta likes- the useless conversations about family drama, the small little bits that you let through about your husband’s opinion on which pup is marrying whom, which alpha is good or bad for the packs near dozen omega pups that aren’t mated yet. Which alphas are likely to be a liability? This kind of gossip is all information and strategy.

You might have lied in your call to her and told her you were fearful of one of the younger ones- and a conversation you’d happened to witness on a street corner, a shadowy figure that looked a little too severe not to be the authorities. Of course, these kinds of things have to be handled with discretion and ginseng tea.

The Don does not bother to turn down the TV when you walk in, sitting vulnerable in his recliner with his feet up. It doesn’t appear that he has any sort of inclination or plans to interact with you when you sit here at his kitchen table and talk. Instead, he lounges and watches his sports, loud because his hearing is so bad, nearly deafening.

It’s good. hopefully anyone nearby will not overhear.

You hope that if this goes south before you have a chance to confess that they find the letter you wrote at home; the one that says your husband is the one that put you up to this.

You know that the pack’s retribution will be swift, that any sort of alibi he has will be null and void with the evidence you’ve been leaving. A little trail of breadcrumbs that leads right into a pretty little grave for your husband. Even if you won't be around to see it.

You're already a friend of pain. You already find comfort in it. If they kill you (which they will) then at least it will finally be over.

You wait until the moment you know is coming, when the Don looks over his shoulder at you and comands “Be a dear and bring me one.”

You put one of your artfully created confections on a pretty gold-rimed plate and walk to his side, you lean over to put it in his lap as he indicates. the same way he does every time you come over with sweets.

The lingering hand on your ass is hardly abnormal. behind you the beta's tea cup clinks as she sets her tea down and says nothing. even though you know she notices.

He’s so busy coping a feel he doesn’t notice your other hand, going to the syringe duck taped to your thigh.

It happens quicker than the Don can blink. The most powerful man in the underworld can't be bothered to protect his life for a pretty little piece of ass. You smile down at him, and his hand squeezes the round apple of your behind.

His hand is still on your ass when you whip your arm around with as much force as you can and drive the syringe and plunger into his neck.

You must have hit something in his neck because he barely has a second to splutter before he’s going still and quiet. Mouth falling horrifyingly slack. His breath rattles and his eyes dart as his whole body is paralyzed near instantly, in the time it takes for his blood to circulate.

Two paces, swing, plunge.

The beta barely has a second to scream or stand to attack you. You are so much younger than they are. Your body might be fragile and frail but It’s still stronger than hers. Her brief scream is easily drowned out by the scratch of the TV.

She ends up on the floor, the icing on the cupcakes sticky as she falls into half of them, tossed onto the floor by your brief tussle as you straddle her struggling form. Her pushing gets weaker and weaker and she sobs.

It doesn’t surprise you when you see the black tracery of a dying mating mark itching up her skin.

One thing that the family had always been oh so careful of was to talk only in their mother tongue around you. Secrets are best kept when they’re spoken in foreign tongues. It was a way to isolate you. To make them speak English for you to understand felt like a beholden request. At one point It was a point of insecurity for you, always left out of the loop, always relying on your husband to keep you in the know.

You bend over her as her pushing gets weaker and weaker, the arsenic doing its job, causing numbness and the tingling of extremities before it causes paralysis and then coma and death. Your hair falls in a sheet over the beta’s face.

You’ve studied much over the last few months. Enough that you lean in close over her and speak your words in perfect Korean.

“You look so angry,” you croon softly, dragging a finger down her cheek. Spittle froths at her mouth as she breathes heavily. “You shouldn’t- if you want someone to blame you only need to look in the mirror.”

You lean in close until your lips brush her ear, “it's your fault you see- you're the one who lied" you mimic her voice, making it scratchy, "'just wait a little longer, it will be better for the family if you stay quiet." you laugh, "as if that where true, the only person it benefits is you. You where ready to let him hurt me and kill me if i just stayed quiet."

You wipe away a bit of spit from her lower lip, "You always told me how it was your duty to protect the family- but you only serve yourself. If you'd have done something, if you'd have helped me I wouldn't have had to do this. You just wanted me to shut up and die quietly.”

You switch back to English, “Well now it’s your turn.”

You watch her tongue go numb, paralyzed, but the poison hasn’t advanced far enough for her not to speak.

“Fucking- worthless bitch.”

You laugh and stand brushing some crumbs from your skirt. She’s already too weak to move, to shout, or fight you. You watch the light start to leave her eyes, winking out so slowly, like a dying star. But she still looks so pissed.

“You don’t have a right to be angry, you killed me first. You can’t blame me for fighting back.”

She gives her last breath and the TV plays on. Your shoe ticks her hand, her fingers twitching weakly. You watch as she gasps her last breath, a small smile on your face.

You sit at the table and turn the TV down. You wait a few minutes, but it quickly becomes an hour. You have yourself a nice little treat while you watch, turning the channel to a food network while you eat.

You really are a fantastic cook. The crumb on this batch is so nice you don’t even taste the metallic tang of poison. You eat through one, and then another, until the whole basket is empty.

Before you know it there is a concerned knock at the door. The lock clicks and turns when you answer it.

When Moonbyul opens the door, you laugh at the expression on her face. Licking the frosting from your lips. Even that is delicious.

She takes in their bodies, crumpled on the floor the frosting on your cheeks. The evidence. Both of them dying. A violence you cannot undo.

Her voice is somber. “Oh Pup, what have you done?”

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Notes:

this chapter is a very classic bily chapter, in the fact that there is a fuck ton of fluff and then bang the mafia bits just take you out. we needed to get back into the mafia bits of the story sooner rather than later though 💀

i felt like i was going a little too over the top with certain bits of puptalk in this chapter, but i really wanted to use it to show that like yeah- the pack has been treating her alot more gently since her breakdown, they've been babbying the fuck out of her, even if we don't get to see it :(

Hobi's texts are so???? Fucking cute?? He's so hopeless my god he wants to make her feel loved without actually saying it and i hope you read them and just go "oh, you're an idiot."

I have this whole elaborate backstory to how wonho's gym works with monthly subscriptions to classes where people can decide how many classes they want to take a week, ie gym dues for facilities and then discounted classes on top if they pay for it before hand, with several tiers.

this chapter almost feels clerical- this is definitely more of a set up chapter- where i needed to check off a lot of boxes, like hobi's courting present- before we go any further into the story. things are going to start amping up in terms of stakes pretty quickly.

That one part, where hobi is kinda malfunctioning after the m/c touches his cheek and everyone teases him feels the most representative of the pack as a whole. like that part where they're all replying- feels very real. i struggle a little to capture a sense of domesticity in concise ways, but i think this part is very tidy.

That little touch with hobi- where he touches her wrist and her finger, that touch has so much weight to it, i personally think the whole pack was tasting the sexual tension on the air, can you guys feel it too or is it all in my head?

idk why yoongi calling tae babygirl makes me so flustered but it does 🥵

i really wanted to work calling tae mommy into the chapter someway but tbh this chapter felt complex enough without it.

there is like- one plot hole in this whole story, and that is in the first chapter of the story when yoongi gets a call the person on the other line says "grandfather is dying." implying that his death wasn't instantaneous like this is shown to be. however, in my mind- the injections don't actually kill the don and beta but plunge them into a coma that they never wake up from- is this an actual possibility with arsenic poisoning- NO IT ISN'T lol, you're just going to have to suspend your disbelief for me.

the m/c has always been the person who killed the don and the beta- i've known this since like...maybe the 4th chapter? it wasn't in the og og plan for the story but almost everything in bily has been hammered out since then. and tbh you already knew she killed them just not that it was this violent! does this count as a secret???? idk! maybe!!!

she's a little murder baby just like minnie <3

[fairykazu]

LOVERS' OATH FT. XIAO ! cws: established relationship, in every universe, i'd find you, soulmates. notes: yes, ive been playing love and deepspace and yes, it is inspired by that. princess is used as a gender-neutral term but feel free to replace it with your preferred word, also i might write a part two idk yet masterlist + taglist: @aethion

an oath between two lovers who were forever bound by the soul bond, xiao was always destined to find you but it never meant that you two were guaranteed to fall in love with each other. it was the hundredth year that he was reincarnated into a new world. alas, he was tired. he knew it might take years to find you again but when xiao rested on top of a roof, admiring the moon. 

he smiled. 

it was the same moon that he had seen when he first met you where you helped him from forever being a royal pet to freedom. unlike the human form you’ve witnessed him in different universes. when you two first met, he was a beautiful bird that was bothersome to catch but heavily admired among the kingdoms. the vermillion bird was only caught once with the dragon lord but never again seen. 

until he was captured again by a human who pursued and used the dragon for his own personal gain. xiao was a gift from one of your suitors in your kingdom, you were such a naive princess but yet, he was the one who fell for you first. when the duke, childe, was telling you how he caught the vermillion bird.

the cruel retelling of the story made you wince, knowing what you would do next. after your birthday party had passed, it was midnight and the moon dawned before you. you visited the feathered animal, trapped in the ornate gilded cage with delicate details, already in your room. 

however, when you arrived, the vermillion bird was no longer a bird but instead avian. he was beautiful. admiring his porcelain / tanned skin bore scars that he had fought in countless battles and won; he was an affinity to the moon. but his wings? it completely contrasted the pale complexion he had. his peacock-like feathers, each one shone like rubies, reflecting the vibrant hues of the sunset. the deep emerald, green centerpiece of each quill took a resemblance to an eye. 

you crooned to him, not sure of what to call him,“hello, mr. vermillion?” 

despite being in awe of the sight, your trepidation of what would happen next worries you a little bit. he wasn’t looking at you but instead, he avoided your gaze like it would pierce his skin, leaving the golden cage bloodied with scarlet. “i’m so sorry about what duke childe had done to get you here.” 

you were like a vulture, you circled around the cage. he kept himself to one corner and moved to the next when you were near. frowning, you noticed a small pool of crimson on the marble floor, staining a macabre tapestry. “are you hurt?” 

he didn't want to be a prey to a foolish princess no less to be their pet. as much as xiao wanted to scoff, he stayed quiet, hoping your never-ending questions would fall to silence.

no reply.

you weren’t sure if the bird was able to speak the local language. “can i see your wound? i promise i won’t hurt you…” it was obvious in the avian’s eyes that he didn’t trust you. in every speckle of gold in his amber eyes, there was a speck of distrust.

you nodded, walking away from the cage and to the door. it's clear that he wouldn't trust me if i had guards protecting me if he did attack me.

cracking it open, you asked the guards if they could leave for thirty minutes. they were hesitated at first but after a couple pleas they left without saying another word. “i’ve called off the guards so you won’t be in danger. let me treat that injury and i’ll let you free. don’t you look at me like that?” 

he sheepishly looked away, guilty. sounding a little offended, “i’m not a cruel princess that the rumors say i am.” taking a box under your bed, a safety kit, you brought it to the cage.

before sitting on the marble floor, you were inspecting the injury, you sighed in relief, “thankfully, he didn’t injure you badly. this might hurt.” you took the tweezers and gently nabbed the cut with a cotton swab. thankfully, it wasn’t a deep one. 

he winced a little, his wings flinching with him. he tried to keep a calm demeanor but slowly relaxed in your embrace. 

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. it would be done after–” you cleaned it once more. “–there you go!” you notice his gaze on you while you take the spool of bandages with the scissors. you paused before asking “can i?”, referring to his wings. 

he let out a hum. as you wrapped the wing, you made sure it was tight but not too tight in case he might have been uncomfortable. “are you okay?”

he only nodded. as promised, you led him to the balcony, the midnight skies were glimmering with stars. you glanced at him once more. when he stood on the railing, you noticed his bandages had fallen off and the wound had healed as quick as the wind seemed to hum around you two. just before he changed his form, he turned to you, “xiao.” 

“what?” 

“xiao’s my name. call me if you need me.” do birds like to return favors? that’s something you had to search up later with the librarians. as the bird took flight, it seemed to weave through the air with an almost ethereal grace, leaving a trail of crimson light in its wake. even though you had set him free, you knew that he’d be back. 

you were right. but you didn’t know how often he had come back to see you, you barely see him in the day but he found solace in your bedroom at night. as the line between dream and reality had blurred, your bond with xiao grew stronger. regardless of the amount of suitors that would line up all around the kingdom’s borders, they were rejected.

xiao recalled the night, the night you had embedded a little bit of him within your soul. it’s his favorite memory to revisit and he could paint every moment with vivid detail. the kingdom sooner or later accepted the princess’s oddity of rejecting princes and princesses, even princess ayaka or uniting a good alliance with the abyss, prince aether. all because of a bird that never leaves their side. 

as midnight drew near, he soared across the skies, noticing how the stars were no longer rivaling the bright beauty of yours. perched on the balcony, he chirped, a sound he would never have believed he’d make before. he heard your giggles and opened your double doors, the white curtains billowing from the breeze. “hello, xiao.” 

the moment he was in your embrace, he transformed from his bird form. as you played with his hair, braiding it a little. he rested on the nape of your neck. “princess, are you afraid of us ever ceasing from existence?” he asked, his words buzzing against your skin. his wings were folded in, tensed because this was a question he wanted to ask moons ago.

it was a likely fate. he was immortal, you weren’t. it was bound to happen. but you paused, your fingers stilled from his hair, he was afraid since he couldn’t even hear you breathe. it was strange. he could hear the pin drop of a townsperson sewing but not you. “... i fear it. i used to believe that i could find an elixir to live forever, to be with you forevermore. but i know that’s just naive to think.” 

he lifted his head away from you, “princess,” 

“you can call me by my name, xiao.” somehow, xiao never was able to get over the formalities in your relationship with him. maybe, blame the man who raised him.

“...name, it could be possible.” you chuckled, tracing his scars on his hands. 

“don’t humor me, xiao. i had grown up from the princess you knew.” 

“not humoring if it’s true. when i was growing up, i’ve heard from my siblings that an avian could bind their soul to someone to be reunited in every lifetime.” you interrupted, 

“that’s not being immortal, xiao.” 

“but you will be with me in every lifetime. isn’t that better?” xiao replied, knowing already that you accepted the idea. or maybe he was desperate to keep you in his life, he wasn’t sure how he was able to live without you. before, it was easy, your paths never condiverged. he hated to thank that stupid ginger but if he had to be bruised until he couldn’t breathe just to be by your side, he’d take it. 

“if you promise to find me.” 

“always.” he replied, stretching out his wings. there was one quill that was different from the others, it was glowing with a dewy golden color. he opened one of your hands, placing the plume into your palm; it pulsed with a luminous intensity. xiao gestured to you to hold it over your heart as you did what he instructed, the feather felt as if it reached out and touched the tips of your soul just before it became one with you. 

he kept his promise with you no matter what. even if the universe had it against him, making the relationship imbalance or never letting you within his embrace that crossed romance. despite the challenges and the obstacles he had faced, he managed to be intertwined in your fate. 

this time, he won’t lose you again. 

[dead-boys-club]

†  happy birthday : hawks.

❥ a gift for @ephemeralapotheosis ❥ ; n ; sorry it took so long to get it out, i wanted to post it at midnight.

the day had started off quietly, with you waking up to the soft light of the morning filtering through the curtains. it was your birthday, and while you didn’t expect anything grand, you couldn’t help but feel a little excited about what the day might bring. keigo, your ever busy pro hero boyfriend, had been particularly secretive lately, which only added to your curiosity.

as you stretched and got out of bed, you noticed a small note on the nightstand, written in keigo's familiar handwriting. the note simply read: 'morning, little bird. meet me on the rooftop at 10 am. don't be late. -k.'

your heart fluttered with anticipation as you wondered what he had planned. after getting ready, you made your way to the rooftop of your shared apartment, the cool breeze greeting you as you stepped outside. the rooftop was one of keigo's favorite places, offering a panoramic view of the city - a place where he could feel free and at peace.

as you opened the door to the rooftop, you were greeted by the sight of keigo standing near the edge, his back to you as he admired the view. he turned around as soon as he heard you approach, a wide grin spreading across his face. 'there you are,' he said, his golden eyes sparkling with excitement. 'happy birthday, sweetheart.'

before you could respond, he stepped aside, revealing a beautifully set-up table with your favorite breakfast foods, fresh flowers, and a small, elegantly wrapped gift. the table was decorated with your favorite colors, and you could tell that he had put a lot of thought into every detail.

'you did all this?' you asked, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the effort he had gone to.

keigo chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. 'of course. you only turn twenty six once, right? i wanted to make sure you felt special today.'

he led you to the table, pulling out a chair for you like the perfect gentleman he was. as you sat down, he took his seat across from you, watching with a soft smile as you admired the spread. 'i figured we could start the day off with your favorite breakfast,' he said, pouring you a glass of freshly squeezed juice. 'and then maybe we could go out later, see where the day takes us.'

the morning passed in a blissful blur, filled with laughter, conversation, and the warmth of keigo's presence. after breakfast, he handed you the small gift, his expression a mix of excitement and nervousness. 'i hope you like it,' he said, watching as you carefully unwrapped the box.

inside was a delicate necklace, the pendant shaped like a small feather - a symbol of keigo himself. 'so you can always have a piece of me with you, even when i’m out saving the world,' he said softly, his eyes full of affection.

you couldn’t help but smile as you reached out to hug him, feeling a rush of love for the man who had done so much to make your day special. 'thank you, kei. this is perfect,' you whispered, holding him close.

keigo pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your shoulders as he looked into your eyes. 'anything for you,' he said, his voice full of sincerity. 'you deserve the best, today and every day.'

the rest of the day was spent enjoying each other’s company, with keigo taking you to your favorite spots around the city, treating you to small surprises along the way. as the sun began to set, he led you back to the rooftop, where you found a cozy setup waiting—soft blankets, pillows, and a small projector set up for a movie under the stars.

the two of you cuddled up together, watching the movie as the city lights twinkled in the distance. keigo held you close, his wings draped around you like a warm blanket. 'happy birthday, love,' he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. 'i hope today was everything you wanted.'

you looked up at him, your heart full of happiness and love. 'it was perfect..' you replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. 'thank you for making it so special.'

as the night went on, you found yourself feeling incredibly grateful for the man who had gone above and beyond to make your birthday unforgettable. with keigo by your side, every day felt like a celebration, but today - your birthday - was something truly magical.

[bardic-inspirjaytion]

Why do you call your cat piss king? Is he really good at it or something?

hi anon!

we're gonna learn a bit about cat urinary systems and issues! it may be a bit TMI for the scope of the question but, given how few cat guardians know about this, I'm always looking for chances to educate since being informed can literally save a cat's life.

the main takeaway: if you notice that your cat cannot pee, HEAD TO THE EMERGENCY VET NOW, DO NOT PASS GO! full stop.

if they cannot pee, that is one of the few true emergencies in a healthy cat, and you NEED to treat it as such.

usually you'll see a blocked cat straining and vocalizing in the box, licking themselves, whining and highly reactive to being touched on the lower belly, and - of course - you won't see any proper urine in the box. there may be dribbles or blood, but no pee. this is a problem that escalates really fast, and can easily be lethal. do NOT fuck around with it.

what qualifies me to talk about this? it's exactly what happened to pekoe (peek for short) about three years ago.

proper Storytime and more detail below the cut.

see, the thing with cats is that their bladders are tiny and their kidneys are, uh, bad! so if they can't pee, not only is it incredibly painful, but the liquid and toxins building up in their system can do a LOT of organ damage in a VERY short amount of time. this can get very bad, very fast, and it is very easy for them to die from it if the issue can't be fixed easily and promptly.

usually, the vet will be able to get a catheter into the blocked cat to relieve the pressure, flush out their bladder if there's a physical blockage (ex, if they've made bladder crystals/stones, we gotta get those out of there!), and give them medication to prevent spasms and infection as they heal. a cat then needs to go on urinary-friendly food to prevent additional blockages for the rest of their lives, and some other lifestyle adjustments should be made to treat any underlying risk factors that the animal might have.

sometimes, however, that doesn't resolve the issue, and they block again. and if you're extra unlucky, they'll block AGAIN after that. and maybe again, for extra spice. if you're extra extra unlucky, this will all happen in the same week.

this is the situation that peek and i found ourselves in.

picture the urinary system of a cat as a funnel, with the external bits being the tip of the funnel. when you ultimately need to make a funnel bigger because it can't drain anymore, what do you do?

you remove the tip.

this is an operation called a perineal urethrostomy, or a PU for short. it's a last resort salvage procedure that essentially removes the external genitalia of a male cat to widen the exit of the urinary tract and prevent future blockages. it's a difficult and delicate operation with a very long recovery time. it was also the only option left to save peek's life.

real talk before this next bit: i will never judge pet guardians for impossible decisions made in good faith based on qualified medical advice, in the interest of trying to do what's best for their pets. flat up, i don't stand for that shit.

okay? cool, let's keep going.

a PU is definitely not a surgery that has any guarantees, it can be very painful, it needs a very skilled vet to do it, and it's both expensive and difficult to see an animal through it safely. it was also the one option we had left to save peek, who was very very VERY sick at that point. the vet told me that she was also willing to do euthanasia, if the PU was not right for us, with zero judgment - the little guy had been through a lot of pain and several surgeries already, and doing this operation would be asking a lot more from an animal that was already very weak, with no guarantees of success.

he was briefly stable so i took him home to think about it and sat with him overnight. hours in the darkened living room, with my fluffy best friend sleeping fitfully in my arms like a sick baby. in the morning when he woke up he gave me a little lick on the face, and then a headbutt with a weak but undeniably hungry little meow. he hadn't had an appetite in a week, but now he wanted breakfast. in that moment, i knew he was letting me know that he wasn't finished fighting yet, so i knew the right decision for me was to keep fighting for him.

i called the vet, and we went ahead with the surgery.

i'll spare you the rest of the grisly details - the procedure was a success, and i was lucky enough to be able to work remotely and nurse him through the recovery. it was long and difficult and stressful. it sucked! it was crazy making. i would break down weeping with relief every single time i saw a dirty litter box for WEEKS. if you're reading this and going through it yourself, please feel free to reach out to me any time, okay?

but we persevered. i took care of him, and he rallied like a goddamn king. and hey. anon. guess what?

that was almost three years ago. his life went fully back to normal after he healed. you wouldn't know that this had happened if you didn't already know, because that fluffy little king still pisses like a champion race horse.

so, that's the story of how pekoe became

THE PISS KING.

[imrllytootiredforthis]

My manifestation is complete. Prepare yourself because I'm going to leave you a shock (Hopefully)

OK sub yandere felix/hyunjin/jisung (pick one because I can't 🫠) Who you dated but eventually broke up (Nothing horrible you just didn't want to be in a relationship anymore). After hearing that they're absolutely devastated. You guys can't break up, he's your baby boy and your his mommy/mistress, you're supposed to be together forever. So the'll do anything to get back together. They make unexpected visits to your job, they send you lots of gifts, they'll send pictures and/or videos of themselves in "compromising" positions while wearing lingerie, the'll send you letters writing in great detail what he wants you to do to him. He'll even break into your apartment because he has a BIG surprise for you. When you enter your apartment and head to your bedroom, he's right there, on your bed, wearing lingerie and makeup (maybe a leash) and he is absolutely BEGGING you to use him and treat him as your little toy. Use him as you please, everything he is belongs to you.

That is my manifestation, I hope you enjoy.

-🐟anon

I ENJOY SO MUCH

HOly FuCK

y'know i'm gonna pick my hannie bc he's my babygirl and i can't resist him.

he'd do anything and everything so that you would take him back, yes, including sending little gifts to your office. flowers (your favourite kind ofc), chocolates, little trinkets he found that made him think of you.

gradually though they get bigger and bigger. an expensive purse you'd been wanting, high end shoes and clothing that was just your size, some new earbuds because yours had broken...kinda weird, you'd never told him that yours had broken but whatever!

it's sweet at first, adorable and sweet until suddenly it isn't. until one day you get a little box with a seemingly innocent little bow on it.

inside is a small remote control, one arrow pointing up and the other pointing down, a power button and a small note written in that recognizable handwriting

'go wild;)'

you hesitate, where does it cross a line, where does it become falling back into the same old patterns. but on the back it has another message.

'don't overthink it, please, you know you want to.'

he'd be so desperate to get you back, shame is gone. who's she? he doesn't know her.

he only knows humping his pillow, moaning your name as he clutches at the soft fabric, begging to cum while his hips rut needily and a camera sits recording catching all of it to send to you later.

he knows pictures of his hard dick, messages underneath describing absolutely sinful imagery of everything he'd let you do to him-everything he wishes you'd do to him.

lacy lingerie and pretty collars that dig into the delicate skin of his neck, a little tag engraved with "(name)'s property". thigh highs and skirts and tiny crop-tops that show off his slutty little waist that you were oh so obsessed with.

lighting and positioning and exactly what angle he knows will rile you up the most-he's mastered the art of nudes and sexting-knowing exactly what sets you off and what leaves you wanting more

it's all yours anyway. he belongs to you. even if you've moved on, even if you're done with him. you're not really.

you can't really be. because here he is, sending you the lewdest images you could possibly fathom and there you are, still getting off the them.

and then you come home one day, and there he is.

dressed all up in a pretty little outfit with his collar and leash, makeup done up all nice.

he gets down on his knees, begging for you to take him back, to love him, to let him please-he'll do anything, anything for your love and affection, for your praise and attention.

tears well up in his eyes, ruining his perfectly done eye makeup in a way he wasn't expecting-he was ready for a much different scenario to make him cry.

use him- treat him as your toy. use him as you please-take anything and everything.

it's all yours anyway, without you he's nothing, without you he feels like nothing matters.

he's yours. he belongs to you. you can't move on, not when he's still here and you're still here and you never could resist his pretty tears.

[fangirlies]

Raven- (x.t)

Pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

Request: can I request Xavier Thorpe helping reader dye her hair purple?

Warning: suggestive. no smut tho. cursing. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

A.N: hi fangirlies!🧚🏼‍♀️ Here’s a small one shot based on a request I got. Thought it was cute and wouldn’t take too much time. Also.. I’ve never box dyed my hair so I might have had to search up detailed steps to it lol

also can we all stop lying and admit she was everyone’s girl crush at one point?

“You're going to look so sexy, pumpkin" Xavier exclaims with excitement. "Raven was my childhood crush; I’m getting hard just thinking about you with purple hair."

“You had a crush on a cartoon character? You’re such a freak” you teased your boyfriend.

A new year meant a new you. What better way to update your appearance than to dye your hair? Your boyfriend's eyes lit up the moment you mentioned that you were considering dying it. “Purple, Purple, Purple!” Xavier shouted relentlessly. Even though you hadn't considered such a dramatic transformation, his 20 minute argument of why you should dye your hair purple had convinced you. Purple was a fun color, and you reasoned that it wouldn't clash terribly with your skin tone. So, he accompanied you to the store and you bought a box of purple dye. Now here you were, in your dorm room waiting for xavier to help you apply the dye to your hair. His one and only wish was to be present for the entire thing. You debated it for a while, picturing him squealing like a little girl the whole way through and taking forever to finish. Ultimately, you only caved because you reasoned that being the talented artist that he is would make him the best assistant.

You sat in your desk chair swinging side to side as you waited, he wouldn’t shut up about how this was actually happening.

"Hurry up and get started before I change my mind." He promptly tore open the box, pulled out the contents, and arranged them neatly on your desk. He carefully brushed your hair, removing any knots, with a hairbrush in hand. He always treated you so delicately. Not including those times you begged him to use you as his own personal toy in bed, of course. The latex gloves that were included in the box had been slipped on by Xavier, who secured the second one like a surgeon would before performing surgery.

“Let’s fucking do this!” He shouted enthusiastically.

He began by dividing your hair into small sections. Then, he dipped a small brush into the mixture and applied the mixture from roots to tips. Every time you'd try to start a conversation, you'd get sushed, then get a snappy "I can't focus with you talking to me" or "Shut up, I'm working" in response. He was taking this entirely too serious and that made you laugh. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his tongue was sticking out from the corner of his mouth. He could seriously do anything and the butterflies in your stomach would still flutter. I’m so madly in love with this idiot, you thought.

He completed your head and then started the timer for the indicated time the directions stated. He loved to take charge in anything he was working on, so you enjoyed that you could relax and not worry about the whole process. Aimlessly scrolling through your socials.

“Ok now what?” You asked, swinging your desk chair to face him as he slipped off the gloves.

“Now we wait”

After 30 minutes, the timer rang throughout your dorm, and Xavier jolted out of bed at the sound of it.

"Let’s take a shower," he instructed as he yanked you across the room and followed you into the bathroom.

"Nuh-uh, wait outside," you spoke as you gently pushed him out of the bathroom. He pouted at you, knowing you never refused his puppy eyes. But you shook your head before closing the bathroom door.

You spent an hour rinsing the hair dye, washing and blow drying your hair, styling it to impress your boyfriend. You took one last look in the mirror and knew exactly how Xavier would react. You couldn't deny that he did an amazing job. Your hair was a consistent shade of lavender and it complimented your eyes well. You could only imagine what Xavier would say as you smiled at your reflection in the mirror.

“Baby?” You called out. Wondering if he was awake after spending an eternity in the bathroom.

“Fucking finally! Bring your pretty ass out here, now”

"I don't think you're ready."

"For the love of God, y/n. Now is not the time to tease... get out here," you could hear the desperation in his voice.

"Alright alright, but close your eyes. . . Are they closed?"

"Yes they are, come out."

You carefully opened the door and peered into your room to see if he was truly closing his eyes. He was sitting on the edge of your bed, his hands over his eyes like a child. He’s such a good boy, you thought to yourself. You knew he’d follow your directions, he always did as you asked like a love sick puppy. You told him to open his eyes while stopping directly in front of his legs. His face was filled with shock and amusement.

“What do ya think?” You ask as you twirled, striking a pose as you faced him again.

"I- wow, I truly didn't believe you could get any hotter" adoration in his eyes. His face lit up with great pleasure as he gazed at your lilac-colored hair.

"Ya know- if the whole artist thing doesn't work out for you, a hair artist could be your calling," you joked as he reached for your waist and guided you to sit on his lap.

"Pumpkin..I warned you of what this purple hair would do to me," he pressed his lips against the crook of your neck, littering the space with wet kisses.

You let out a soft moan as you moved your gaze down to his lap and saw just how much he appreciated you in purple hair.

The name raven was added to the long list of nicknames he had for you, and you had to admit, it had to be your new favorite.

if you sent in a request, I see you! waiting to get home to start working on them. writing from your phone is hard work.

For the bestie that sent in this request— I hope it was more or less what you had in mind! Wasn’t sure if you wanted fluff or smut so I kinda added a little of both. thank you for requesting 🤍🦋🪴🧚🏼‍♀️

As always— requests are always open! Share your thoughts! Talk to me! Get something off your mind! ✨

[georgiebrits]

Christmas - Min Yoongi

You were surprised when Yoongi told you he was going to take you out for ice cream in the middle of winter.

When you asked why, he said simply, “I wanted to treat you for a change.”

And you thought that would be it. He didn’t seem too pleased when you agreed with him, though.

Maybe his family or friends had mentioned something to him about the occasion before he decided he wanted to celebrate it with you, but you really couldn’t remember.

Still, you went along with whatever he wanted – it wasn’t like you could turn down free ice cream - but even though Yoongi didn’t say anything, there was tension between you all day. When he got home late in the evening, it seemed as if he barely spoke at all.

In an attempt to break the ice, you asked him why he was so quiet. He just shrugged, and you realized you weren’t getting any real answers. If it were up to you, you wouldn’t have asked at all. But Yoongi was important to you, whether he knew it yet or not.

That night, after you had gone to sleep, you thought maybe you should talk to him about it, but then the next morning, there he was. Standing on your doorstep with a small black box in his hands. His smile was soft and kind, but his eyes held no warmth. They seemed cold. You wondered what he was hiding behind his face that made him appear so distant. Maybe his family or friends had said something to him after all.

But you were sure that nothing would make him act like this, even over a cake.

With a slight hesitation, you reached out and took the present from his hands, and he immediately let go. The way his hands lingered around yours was enough to tell you exactly how much he loved them. It made a strange feeling well inside you – one which made you want to run back into your room, and hide until this whole thing blew over, but instead, you opened the gift.

A beautiful silver bracelet rested in your hand, glistening from the sun filtering through the blinds and catching the light in ways that made the delicate, intricate pattern shine. You stared at it, trying to process what you were seeing. The bracelet was gorgeous, and you weren’t exactly used to receiving presents on your birthday, but it didn’t look cheap. There had to have been some serious money involved if he spent that much for a plain, old silver bracelet.

You glanced up at him questioningly, “Do I get a price tag? And a description of what’s in it?”

His shoulders slumped slightly in relief and he replied, “The design is pretty simple. Just loop a few links around my wrist and attach one of your favorite colors. And no description, please, I don’t want to explain myself any more than I have to. But if you want something more detailed, you can ask the jeweler tomorrow, alright? I just wanted to show it to you now and…”

You raised your arms and wrapped them around his neck, burying your face into his chest. He tensed slightly, and you felt him stiffen even further. Then he relaxed, slowly wrapping his arms around you in return. You felt him bury his nose in your hair as if to inhale its smell. His body heat was warm and comforting against yours and you buried your fingers in his hair as well. For once, you didn't mind having long hair.

You closed your eyes and breathed him in.

He smelled like chocolate, like cinnamon and cloves and honey, like vanilla and sugar, and something sweet that reminded you of a bakery. A place that only you knew existed. His presence always filled you with warmth and safety.

“It’s lovely,” you finally said, voice muffled by the fabric of his sweater. You pulled away just enough to meet his eyes, “Thank you.”

Yoongi smiled at you gently, leaning forward for a brief kiss. Then he kissed you again.

This time, though, it was sweeter, slower. He pressed his lips firmly against yours, holding onto your waist. One hand moved upwards to cup your cheek as he deepened the kiss, and another slid underneath your blouse to stroke your side softly. Your hands roamed his back slowly, moving down towards his ass and squeezing lightly.

Yoongi moaned softly in response to your touch, breaking the kiss momentarily to lean down and trail kisses along your neck. "Mmm, you smell so good," he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe.

"How do you manage to stay so fucking fresh? Is that a natural scent?"

Your body responded instantly, pressing against him, wanting more. You tugged his shirt off, pushing his pants down so you could slip your hands under his briefs. "Is that how I always smell to you?"

He chuckled, "Only when you're turned on like this." Yoongi groaned as your fingers wrapped around his hardening member, guiding him toward the edge of the bed. "Come here, baby," he whispered, pulling you down with him. "Let's enjoy this birthday surprise together."

You followed his instructions obediently, taking every opportunity you could to kiss him passionately. His hands were everywhere on your body, stroking and exploring every inch as his tongue traced the contours of your mouth. You couldn't stop moaning as you felt his erection against your thigh, and he seemed just as eager as you were. "God, you're so sexy," Yoongi breathed against your lips, his hands sliding down your body to hook under your hips. "Are you ready to feel good, baby?" he asked, positioning himself at your entrance.

Your breath hitched in anticipation as you nodded eagerly. "Yes," you managed to whisper before he entered you, filling you completely.

You clung onto him tightly, legs shaking as your body adjusted to him, to the length of him. He thrust deeper, deeper still. You gasped in pleasure, gripping tighter to his back. "Does it feel good?" Yoongi panted, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. He leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue battling with yours as his thrusts became sharper, more urgent. Your nails dug into his skin as you moaned into his mouth, your body on the verge of exploding with pleasure.

Yoongi kept kissing you, running his hands along your sides and back as you gripped him harder. His thrusts came faster and you could feel yourself starting to come.

As you felt yourself approaching the peak of pleasure, Yoongi pulled back slightly to look into your eyes. "Let go, baby," he encouraged, his hips moving faster as he brought you closer and closer to release. And then it happened - you cried out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you. Yoongi continued to thrust through your orgasm, moaning your name before finally finding his release. He collapsed onto the bed beside you, his arm draped over your waist. "You're amazing," he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You grinned, turning your head to kiss him back. "And you taste amazing," you teased as he lifted your chin up to meet his lips.

"That's the best birthday gift ever," you said later that day as he wrapped a scarf around your neck while you waited for Namjoon to pick you both up from your apartment. The snow fell softly outside your window, the sky covered in a clear blue color. You looked at Yoongi, sitting across you, watching you as you watched the falling flakes. He had gotten you a new hat, too, just like you had asked him to.

He looked surprised at that comment as if he hadn't expected you to say something like that. But then he smiled softly, his eyes shining happily as he looked at you. "I'm glad we did this," he replied. "We'll make Christmas better when it's our sixteenth year together." He paused, looking thoughtful. 

[itsgxsly]

CHAIN ‘ROUND MY NECK

Summary: Spending a Christmas vacation with your boyfriend and his family is simply the best.

Pairing: arthur leclerc x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 735

When Arthur asked you to go with him and his family on a trip for the Christmas holidays, you hesitated to say yes. It's not that you didn't feel like going with him, but you thought maybe you could bother there. But after much insistence from him, and taking into account that you had no plan for Christmas, you decided to accept the invitation.

Once on the trip you didn’t regret having said yes. You were enjoying yourself like never before and the Leclerc family had welcomed you with open arms as one of their family. During your stay there, you had spent time with Pascale, who treated you like another daughter and was delighted to spend time with you. The rest of the time you had spent with Charles, Lorenzo, and Arthur, skiing or having snowball fights. Although you weren't very good at skiing, the three brothers had been patient in teaching you until you could more or less handle yourself. Although you had had a painful fall in between.

Today was finally Christmas day and you were all gathered in the complex where you were opening the gifts you all had received. You had bought gifts for the entire Leclerc family, since you thought it was a nice detail to thank them for letting you spend Christmas with them, but you were pleasantly surprised when you realized that you also had gifts from them. You almost started to cry thinking about the fact of everything they were doing for you. Charles had been the last to receive and give his gifts, and now you were all resting peacefully in the living room, covered with blankets to keep the winter chill away. Arthur and you were in your own bubble focused on each other. You were curled up on his side, almost falling asleep from the heat that his body gave off next to his hand caressing your hair. You complained when Arthur stirred and pulled you away from him a bit.

"Sorry baby. I just want to get something” he told you as he put his hand in the pocket of his sweatpants. You looked at him confused as you watched him take out a box wrapped in red paper that was no bigger than your hand. Arthur saw your curious and confused face when you saw the box, so he proceeded to explain what it was.

"Before you get mad, I know you've already had your gifts and we both promised no surprises, but I still wanted to give you this" he put the box in your hand to let you open it.

You looked at him one more time before directing your gaze to the gift in your hands to open it. You tore off the paper that wrapped it and you found a box of what you assumed was jewelry. You looked at Arthur trying to get angry with him for buying something expensive, but he insisted with a gesture that you see what the box contained. Opening it, inside was a delicate gold necklace. From the chain dangled a charm with the letter A on it. You looked at Arthur moved by the gift.

"It's beautiful, Arthur" you hugged him and placed a kiss on his lips before looking back at the necklace, amazed at how beautiful it was.

"I know you like these things, and I also remembered that Taylor Swift song you're always listening to, the one with the initial on the necklace, right?" You nodded to tell him that he was right. You loved that Arthur remembered those silly details, like the words to a song you loved or your favorite food.

“I love the gift, love. I don't know how to thank you" you gave him another kiss. "But next time, you better not buy me more things on the sly, Arthur Leclerc" you warned him. You knew that he was not going to pay any attention to you, and he would end up giving you more gifts whenever he could.

Between your conversation, you didn't notice the rest of the family looking at both of you. They all agreed that you were the best thing that could have happened to Arthur and vice versa and they were so happy that you spent time with them. And maybe a years later, you'll start spending Christmas with them as an official member of the Leclerc family.

[g-in-love]

A Recipe for Love, Pt. 1

I wanted to write a cute little story about Grayson x Reader, and the fact that he loves cookies like Xander loves scones was so sweet to me.

Synopsis: Gigi Grayson’s brother shows up on Valentine’s Day, and his love for cookies leads to an unexpected plan.

Trigger Warnings: kind of long, slight cursing and bad writing

-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡- You were working a shift at the bakery, baking a fresh batch of Valentine's Day themed cookies, when Gigi Grayson showed up.

You could just hear the change in tone of the customers, becoming more joyful by the minute. Good. Valentine's Day should be happy for everyone. Even people as single as me.

"Heyyyy," Gigi called, dragging out the end, "Happy Valentine's Day, girl!"

She was dressed in the cutest pink dress, with red accents popping through. She was stunning.

Next to her was possibly the most drop dead handsome man you'd ever seen. Blonde hair styled to seem effortless, the most magnetic grey eyes and an expensive suit, fitting his body perfectly.

You looked away from the guy, and beamed at Gigi.

"Gigi! What are you doing here? It's so good to see you!"

Gigi was practically bouncing off the walls. The guy next to her looked at her, amused. Was he a date?

"I wanted to show this guy some of my favorite places around town, and he wanted to stuff his face with cookies. Don't let the suit fool you. It's Valentine's Day, and my dear brother shares the same doomed fate as me on this day. Single," she whispered dramatically.

She had a brother? This was news to you.

"Gigi, you have a brother? You disappear from my life for two weeks and show up again with a brother? Is this how you treat your best friend?" you scoffed dramatically, clutching your heart.

She snorted, and her so called "brother" tensed. He finally spoke, in a deep voice as smooth as butter melting.

"I'm Juliet's brother, yes. And she needs to learn that I don't 'stuff my face with cookies', and she especially needs to learn to not share the details of my love life with strangers."

With that, he shot a 'look' at Gigi. She just poked him with a red nail in his ribs and stuck out her tongue. A stranger? You knew that he didn't know you, but that hurt. Turning to me, she continued,

"We wanted to eat cookies since Grayson here absolutely loves them. Do you have any for us brokenhearted, absolutely single people? You know, I wouldn't be single if brother dearest hadn't made me stop talking to Mr. Tall and Handsome, Code Name: Mimo-"

He cleared his throat loudly and sternly lectured his sister.

"We've talked about this. Stay away from the bastard. He's dangerous, Juliet."

I looked questioningly at them both, and decided to not push. Especially since it seemed that "Grayson" here didn't want anything other than the cookies.

"Anyways," I said brightly, "I made these cookies especially for today. I assume you don't want the Lover's cookies. What about these? I call them the Heartbreakers. They're double chocolate chip cookies with fudge mixed half with my Red Velvet inspired cookies."

I show them the selections, and the Heartbreakers cause Grayson to pause, and I swear, his eyes go wide with hidden delight. Gigi smiles wide and hands me the money. I fill a box with the cookies and hold it out to them with the change.

"Keep the change," Grayson said gently. He grabbed the box with delicate hands, and his fingers brushed mine for a heartbeat. My own heart fluttered. Stop it, I told myself harshly. This man could never want someone like you. And he's Gigi's brother.

Gigi smiled. "I went shopping today and I took it upon myself to get enough clothing for the both of us, so I have the cutest dress for you! And I'll be sitting here with Gray. I need to talk to you after your shift, too!"

And with that, Gigi and Grayson sat down at one of the tables. It was getting late, and sunset was on the verge. Thankfully, the bakery was empty except for the two of them, and your shift was almost over, anyway. You worked for an hour, cleaning up as you went, and looked back at the tables. Gigi was still there, chatting animatedly with Grayson. But his eyes weren't on her. They were on you.

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You sat down at Gigi's table once your shift ended, and she smiled. Grayson looked at you and smiled the slightest bit, so subtle that you couldn't tell unless you looked closely. Which you were.

You looked away and Gigi exclaimed, "We should go see the sunset together! All three of us!"

You frowned. "Gigi, I don't want to ruin this new sibling bond you have, and I'm sure your brother wouldn't appreciate a stranger coming along."

He shook his head, and said kindly, "It's quite all right. I don't mind. Gigi, we need to leave in 15 minutes if you want to see the sunset."

Gigi nodded furiously, and looked at me excitedly. "So it's decided. You're coming!! And I need to go to the restroom. Will you come with me?" Her words came out fast, like she didn't want to waste any time.

You were confused, but nodded. She grabbed her shopping bag and ushered me into the bathroom. She pulled out a dress from her bag. It was gorgeous. The dress was a sundress style, which was strapless. It had a tight fitting bodice, almost corset like, and the skirt was long. It was dark red, the color of a bouquet of roses, and you instantly fell in love with it.

"Put it on!" Gigi's voice was giddy.

"Gigi, how can I? Why should I wear the dress? It’s too pretty, and I might just ruin it.”

Gigi just smiled mischievously. “There isn’t a problem with dressing nice on Valentine’s Day, is there?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you trying to set me up with your brother? Because y’know, we don’t know each other. Like, at ALL.”

“You wouldn’t mind now, though, would you? You’ve been single for so long. You deserve so much better than your psychotic ex boyfriend!”

“I haven’t had a psychotic ex boyfriend, Gigi. And that’s not the point. I mean, even if I was interested, your brother definitely wouldn’t be.”

“I’ve seen him look at you, multiple times! He seemed really distracted when I told him about potentially adopting another cat… and I turned to see his eyes focused on ONLY. YOU. Trust me, girl, he is far from uninterested.”

You considered what she said, and your traitorous heart raced. “Fine,” you sighed and put the dress on. Out of nowhere, Gigi pulls out a makeup kit, and flawlessly does your makeup in just a few strokes of her makeup brush.

“Wow, Gigi,” you breathed, in awe of the person reflected in the mirror. “You should definitely consider going into the makeup field if your cybersecurity job doesn’t work out.”

Gigi snorted and you both giggled. You headed back to Grayson’s table, and he looked away from the window as we neared him. His eyes widened just a fraction of an inch, and you could see him drinking in your appearance. Gigi’s enthusiasm was finally starting to catch on. “Time for that sunset! Let’s go!”

And with that, Gigi ran out into the parking lot. You waved goodbye to the owner of the bakery, and it left just you and Grayson, standing together awkwardly.

“Shall we depart, madam?” His manners were impeccable. You blushed the slightest bit, and looked him in his pretty silver eyes. “Yes! Let’s go catch that sunset before it’s gone for good.”

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a/n: pls comment and lmk if y’all want a pt 2!

[buckets-and-trees]

For your sleepover...

Stucky have you whisked away for a long retreat to a cabin in the mountains, wood burning fireplace, hot tub for pre play and aftercare, and on the second day there you wake up tied to the bed and blindfolded, hearing them going at it next to you, feeling the bed shake, and hearing plans for you for the next few days between declarations of love, as they finish, they realize you're awake and start in on pleasuring/ edging you.

My Jonas brother in Christ! What a lethal treat you left in my box, Libby!

I mean...

First, not surprising that they got me tied up while I was asleep, because once I'm asleep, I'm a 90% zombie sleeper hahaha (with a somnophilia kink, but that's not really relevant to this situation)

HONESTLY we better put the rest of this answer under a cut for probably sexually explicit content, or speculating about it in great detail

(unless/of course they know that and teased my sleeping form into a bit of a low thrumming for them already so I wake up in an even more ....delicate? heightened? horny state mwahaha)

This has got to be a "realize you're awake" thing, right? They know everything about me. They know I'm awake. But if I'm a good girl and don't make a sound, I'll get to watch. They know there's a part of me that also goes fi;aoffj;oaa'ioaraf when they talk about me like I'm not there. They know I hate to be tied up. (hate - I'm willing to endure the torture because they make it good and will reward me even further once they let me loose.) Last night when we got to the cabin was about relaxing, having fun, it was a long drive, so we ate dinner, chatted, had some wine, kissed and enjoyed each other a bit, but nothing crazy before we went to bed. But to wake up like this? Turned on and desperate, desire dialed up to eleven watching them, while I'm tied up they're going to make me an absolute whimpering mess, edging me continually, but then finally drawing two or three orgasms out of me before they untie me because now I'm just a pliable fucked out mess that they get to just pass back and forth all morning.

They wanted to take me on a retreat, right? I'd probably been working too hard, so their goal was to get me to a place where I couldn't think anymore.

Once they're done with this phase/the first morning, Bucky draws me a bath and gets me settled in the tub of the opulent bathroom (it's one of those 'rich people cabins' they've rented) while Steve gets a big charcuterie tray ready for all of us, and they hand-feed me morsels. Then they wash my hair and my body, towel me dry, take me to the bed and rub lotion over every inch of me (with plenty of soft kisses) (but this isn't about sensual heat right now). Bucky braids my hair. They dress me in cute panties, a pair of soft sleep shorts, one of Steve's old crewneck sweatshirts, then crawl onto the bed with me and pull me up to the pillows, tucking in on either side of me for a cuddled-up afternoon nap. It's the most glorious first half of the first day of our cabin vacation.

[quartzofcoralcove]

Friend hcs (but he's the other friend lol)

Coraline Au! @stnaf-vn

You have the eeriest feeling whenever you see that little door ever since you moved into the pink palace but you ignore it and push on just doing your best to get comfortable in your new place.

Easier said than done though since strange things keep happening, first with estranged neighbors, lack of money and food, and now this little doll with button eyes that looks exactly like you appears on your doorstep. Well whatever, the doll is harmless enough and while that tiny door you've been ignoring is odd, you can ignore it.

It's so tantalizing though and you're confident that the weird key with a button on it just has to open it... And fortunately, or maybe unfortunately it does. The door opens almost and a tunnel is formed almost like it's alive but you've already gone through the trouble of finding the key so may as well go through the door. You crawl through the tunnel and one you reach the other side you're almost positive that you've gone insane. It's literally just your house... Wait what? You want to think it's your house but the slight aesthetic changes make you less and less certain by the second.

Walking around this place almost feels wrong, you're confident that someone lives here, but that someone isn't yourself and then you see him. It's friend! How relieving... No wait. Your friend doesn't have b..b..buttons. Aren't they lovely, he did them himself, he's your other friend silly. He's so glad you're here, he's been waiting for your sweetheart, this place wasn't the same without you. He even cooked one of your favorite meals for you which, with how your wallet is doing right now is such a gift you don't even question how he knew.

Ok so friend absolutely already stalks you so it's no surprise that your other friend does as well. He's just more sneaky about it and dare I say more diligent. Because by the time your curiosity gets the better of you and you venture through the door, he'll know everything about you, even the miniscule details. Anything to impress you, anything to keep you in awe, anything to make you stay.

He'll constantly lure you away with promises of treasures and treats and games to play and that he'll always love you. He always cooks your favorites and loves to surprise you with handmade gifts just for his sweetheart and of course he knows your size silly~

"Friend" always loves when you visit and always has something fun planned for you to do with him (even if that may include something a little more lewd) because he loves nothing more than spending time with you, you sustain him, and that's not a joke.

Call him dramatic if you want but he's always so serious when he casually mentions that he'll "die without you" and that he wishes he could "keep you forever" but why would you ever want to leave this place anyway.

Be warned though, you shouldn't dangle your freedom over him like a toy because he'll surely grasp it, he mentions it in passing but you can stay here forever if that's what you really want sweetheart.

"You do love it here with me, don't you sweetheart? What if you could stay."

It's almost not a question, almost but he waits to see how you react anyway and of course you agree without hesitation, because you do love it here, and why wouldn't you? It's such an intricate and delicate trap made just for you. So naturally you indulge in his request wondering what it would take for you to stay and you swear those button eyes turn pink.

He says it's easier to show you rather than tell you and presents you gift box. But you're hesitant because what could possibly be in that box that could keep you here with him? Nevertheless you open it, and immediately feel the atmosphere shift. He slinks behind you resting his hands on your shoulders as if to encourage you to follow through as if you agreed already which you definitely haven't.

"For you, my little doll. I'll make sure it's quick and painless of course and you can even pick whatever color you want, although I'd like honored if you chose black to match with me."

You feel like time had stood still. Is he actually discussing sewing buttons in your eyes so casually? Is he insane, why would you ever agree to do something like that?

Your silence says plenty and your other friend understands, it's a big decision so why don't you sleep on it sweetheart, you'll feel better in the morning.

This was honestly so fun to write!! I'm like definitely down to do more if anyone actually cares to read more lol

[momhwa-agenda]

frosting the snowman

PAIRING: Younghoon/AFAB Reader

WARNINGS: Fluff, mentions of food, smut (18+ MINORS DNI!!), oral sex (m and f receiving), finger sucking, food play.

SUMMARY: Christmas is in the air and love is in bloom as your crush and friend, Kim Younghoon, joins in baking goodies with you. As the scent of holiday treats fill the kitchen, the question lingers: is it the sweetness of sugar that makes the moment special, or is it the tender kiss that finally reveals the unspoken feelings between you two?

A/N: I'm not a festive person ngnd but this idea popped in my head and I just had to write it. Suuuupeeer late I know, the ideas just weren't flowing until now :')

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Two weeks before Christmas day, the warmth of the oven filled the kitchen as you meticulously prepared treats for your loved ones. The scent of gingerbread and sugar lingered in the air, creating a sweet festive atmosphere. You were determined to make this holiday season special, but the stress of the task at hand was apparent.

Enter Younghoon, your long-time friend who had harbored an unspoken crush on you. He was a sweetheart, always ready to offer a helping hand. As you juggled mixing bowls and recipe cards, Younghoon eagerly volunteered to assist, drawn by the opportunity to be closer to you.

Though you adored him, your control-freak nature was well-known, even to Younghoon. Every step of the baking process was executed precisely as you directed. Younghoon, determined to make the treats perfect not just for your family and friends, but also to impress you, followed your orders diligently.

Amidst the flour and sugar, a sweet love story began to bloom. Younghoon, ever the gentleman, fed you a bit of batter mix, his eyes locked onto yours in hopes of approval. The tension between you two was palpable, a mix of unspoken feelings and the shared joy of creating something beautiful together. Every detail, no matter how small, became significant to both of you. For you it was the focused look on Younghoon’s face as he promptly executed each task you gave him, making your heart flutter. In his case, he was fascinated by your delicate touch as you prepared the pastries.

As the baking continued, you realized that perhaps it was time to loosen up a little. A playful smudging of sugar glaze on each other's faces led to a mini flour squabble, laughter echoing through the kitchen. Love was in the air, and the once stressful task became a delightful adventure shared between two souls on the brink of something more.

“Hoonie, my hands are tired, please help me mix the batter,” you place the bowl on the counter to fix the strands of hair that strayed away from your clip. 

“See. You have cute pixie arms that’s why” he teases while vigorously mixing the batter. You sneer at him and without looking he just knows the face you made, continuing his work on the batter. You’re about to leave and take care of the finished treats but stop to marvel at the muscles and veins on his hands as he beats the batter. And the forearms…Wonder what it would look like if he was shoving his fingers in my cunt. At the thought of your best friend fingering you, it was your cue to return to the batch of treats that were up for packing.

***

With the rest of the treats packed in their boxes, all that was left was putting icing and decorating the mini cakes. In a moment of closeness, you stood behind Younghoon, taking his hands in yours to guide him in creating perfect icing swirls. The proximity sparked an electric connection between you, and both of you were acutely aware of the subtle touches and shared warmth. Younghoon’s brain fought to focus on the detail you were showing to him, but his brain was in the gutter imagining your hands on his cock.

As your fingers rubbed on top of his, a magnetic pull seemed to urge you both to take that leap. The air between you thickened, and when you finally pulled apart, you found yourselves locked in a gaze that spoke volumes. The desire to bridge the gap and share a kiss, a sweet temptation neither of you could resist.

“There, just like that,” you whispered, the words hanging between you like a promise. You meant the pastry but even you don’t know if this was still about the cakes. Younghoon's mind was racing, and your lips…so close yet so far, became an irresistible temptation. The ache to feel the softness of your lips against his own was undeniable. 

You’re interrupted when your hand accidentally presses on the pastry bag, slightly coating your fingers with icing. “Oh my, oh my god” you’re about to wipe your hands on your apron but to your surprise, Younghoon takes your hand bringing it to his lips and licks the icing off.

Okay that does it. You tiptoe to grab his face, smashing your lips together. Tasting a bit of the icing on his lips, the tip of your tongue prods at his lips for entrance, and Younghoon opens his mouth, intertwining your tongues together.

God, your lips felt so good, Younghoon thought, sighing into the kiss. 

Time seemed to stand still as the warmth of the kitchen was replaced by the warmth of each other's embrace, and desperate moans as you made out. You’re both breathing heavily when you pull apart from each other. It takes a while until Younghoon huskily tells you “We need to finish…the sweets I mean” you giggle realizing how suggestive he sounded.

“Yeah I should…yes” you stammer.

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“And we're done!” you happily exclaim, the pastries neatly packed in gift boxes, leaving only the cleanup ahead. “Ah, ah," Younghoon interjects, noticing your approach to the dishes. “You've worked enough. You should rest.” He takes your hands in his, and you can't help but yearn for the touch of his lips once more. Despite the kiss affirming the mutual feelings between you, initiating it again feels both new and intense, especially since this is your best friend.

“There's some leftovers if you want,” you casually mention, blissfully unaware of how sweet and seductive your voice sounds or the alluring look in your eyes. Younghoon, ablaze with desire, longs to kiss you and feel your warmth enveloping him.

As you indulge in the remaining treats, a palpable heat fills the room, both of your bodies silently yearning to melt into each other once again. “You're really talented at baking,” Younghoon compliments, his gaze lingering on your lips, now lightly tinted with sugar glaze. Your cheeks flush, and you divert your eyes.

“What? It's true!”

"You're not so bad yourself, either," you respond with a smile. "Thank you for helping me out."

“It's no trouble at all, Y/n. Anything for you,” he says, his eyes sincere and warm. As you contemplate introducing a new topic to break the silence, Younghoon beats you to it. Leaning closer, he runs his thumb near your lips, causing your heart to do a backflip. “So messy” he chuckles. Your toes curl in anticipation as he locks lips with you once more.

He licks the sugary tint on your lips before filling your mouth with his tongue. Your hands wander to his neck, moving down to tug at his shirt. With both hands, Younghoon takes you by the waist, placing you to sit on the table. He moves himself in between your legs, as you continue to kiss. You reach up to pull his hair, eliciting a pornographic moan from Younghoon. You pull away, staring into him with hooded eyes, while you take his hand and press it against the pool forming between your legs. When he feels the wetness on your nethers, he licks and sucks your neck and you start to moan when he slides his hands under your bottoms, tugging at your underwear.

“Mmmph, wait” you press on his chest, signaling him to stop. “Get the icing bag”

With the icing on hand, Younghoon understands what you desire when you hastily remove your top and bra, exposing your breasts to Younghoon. 

He takes your breath away when he draws a trail of icing above your breasts, then proceeds to lick it off of you. He relishes at your plump breasts and pert nipples; practically making out with them. You arch your back, giving him free access to suck and lick your sensitive nipples. Younghoon presses his palm on your stomach, gently pushing you to lie on your back on the table. He mouths sloppy wet kisses on your body, moving torturously slowly towards the place you want him to be. 

Not wanting to wait any longer, you lift his head up, pulling him away for you to forcefully remove his shirt. Your lips collide as you both remove every article of clothing, groping each other’s bodies once your bodies were bare. Taking the icing bag, you draw some icing on top of Younghoon’s chest as he watches. His breath hitches when you spread the icing all over his torso, inching closer to his cock. You pause just to look up at him, smirking while you coat the head of his shaft with icing. As much as Younghoon felt his eyes closing from the electrifying feel of your tongue on his cock, and the sight of you on your knees, it felt wrong to look away from you. With your eyes glued on him, you swirl your tongue around his tip, down to his length and exploring every detail of his cock.

Younghoon whimpered, biting his lip. Tears pricked his eyes at the delicious sensation. 

“Don’t hold back. I want you to moan all you want, Hoonie” you say before lowering him deeper into your mouth. “Ahh fuck!” he exclaims, gripping your hair. 

It was insane how you both ended up like this. Dancing around each other, unsure of whether the feelings were mutual, to kissing while baking, and now you were hollowing out your cheeks, around Youngoon’s veiny cock. When Younghoon tugs at your hair, you moan with him still in your mouth, sending vibrations up his member. You start moving faster with his hand on your head, you start to feel dizzy. God he tastes so good.

Younghoon throws his head back, his moans growing erratic as you take him to his release. When he looks down his cock throbs at the sight. You’re in a daze with his cum trickling down your lips. “Younghoon,” you moan still on your knees, only your thighs are wide open and you’re rubbing your sopping cunt.

The sight itself possesses Younghoon to take you in his arms, and gently set you down on the table. “I want to return the favor” he whispers. Spreading your legs wide, he dives into your glistening pussy and my god did you taste sweet. A surge of electrifying pleasure made its way from your core spreading all over your body. You admit your best friend was the first thought on your mind when you masturbated. You grew obsessed with ideas on how he would eat you out, that now it felt so surreal. Both of your dreams turning into reality. Younghoon took his time lapping at your soaked pussy lips, satisfied in giving you pleasure the way you did with him earlier. At the same time, he was immersed with everything about your cunt. Out of curiosity and hunger, he drives his tongue down your hole causing you to close your thighs around him. 

“Younghoon, fuck! I…” you whined, pushing him closer to eat your cunt. You’re writhing and grabbing the end of the table, so overwhelmed with pleasure. A part of you thinks you can’t handle it anymore, but the way Younghoon was taking in all your juices and making you feel good, you thought you could stay like this forever.

“AH! YOUNGHOON FUCK PLEASE OH!” your orgasm takes you by surprise leaving you to scream a mess of words. You almost feel bad about Younghoon’s skull getting crushed, but the tight grip on his hair, urging him to drink up your release says otherwise.

When Younghoon lifts his head up, you’re both giggling. To think both of you just gave each other oral, and yet here you were giggling like teenagers. You couldn’t help it. His face was a mess, cum staining his mouth, while his hair stuck to his forehead soaking in sweat and your juices.

In the aftermath of the intense experience, you beckon him for another kiss. Both of you share smiles during the kiss, still processing how the situation escalated into the passionate encounter. After attending to each other's desires, both of you were thinking of having a conversation about what this meant for you two. Particularly when did these feelings develop.

“Could you stay a bit longer, Younghoon?” you murmur, your seductive tone making it hard for him to resist.

“Absolutely, Y/n. Plus, we're not done yet,” he smirks, catching you off guard as his hands find their way to your thighs, carrying you to the bedroom.

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@midnightfantasiez, @snowflakewhispers @daisyvisions i did it 😭💕

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