#LISTEN. JUST THINK OF THE FLUFFY POTENTIAL???

[2neaky]

Black orchid & patchouli has been in the air ever since the bathroom door opened. Sure, it’s died down some. Yet, still, the source of the smell is present.

Just a foot or two away from him.

She’s in her own world, listening only to her thoughts. 

He knows.

He remembers when she told him that getting dressed is her favorite part of the day. It’s during that time she usually turns her brain off, and allows her body to move on autopilot.

It’s the perfect chance to just simply exist for her.

It’s very calming, he understands.

She looks so at peace as she moves. So lost in her own head that she never really realizes that he’s staring.

He always does.

She doesn’t even know that his favorite part of the day is watching her get ready.

Her limbs move with grace; A true vision when she drops her fluffy, white towel to the bed, baring her body to the privacy of this room.

Their bedroom.

When it comes to moisturizing, her routine is always the same: arms first, abdomen, legs, then feet. Being that they’re just reaching the end of winter, gourmand and cozy scents have her preference as of late.

The scent of today is different, however; light, floral, and warm.

He can’t quite catch the notes—maybe there’s a hint of pepper. But, it isn’t offending. Actually, it works just perfectly on her; an added bit of spice to her sweetness.

So entranced by the smell, he doesn’t even realize how long he’s been pondering on it. He’ll have to ask her about that one, he thinks as he recenters his focus.

She’s moved to her stomach, rubbing the body butter into her skin. Off-white slowly melts into warm brown skin as she takes her time to massage it in.

Her palms, flat against her body, keep going in circles. Circling, circling, circling her lower tummy—right below her navel. So tender, gently pressing into the relaxed muscles of her stomach.

The first thought that pops into his head: a baby. 

He almost laughs out loud, it’s so stupid. So ridiculous how such a simple act—his woman taking care of herself—can get him to think of something so intense. So life changing.

It’s scary, the idea of having a family of his own. But … with her? 

That alone settles him. 

If anyone has the potential to be the perfect mother, it’s her. He believes in her. So much.

“Terry?”

Her voice is pure silk. He almost doesn’t hear it.

“Yeah, baby?”

Taking up the small tub of body butter, she outstretches her hand to him. Its sparkling scent fills the air, it’s all he smells.

“Help me, please?”

He looks up from the swirled butter in the tub to warm brown eyes, staring back at him over a shoulder. 

Her back is presented to him. The divot of her spine runs down its middle, tailed by twin dimples at the small of her back.

Below the left dimple, closer to her hip rather than directly under it, is his name in scripted black ink: 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅. 

It’s so tiny, that his thumb covers it every time he holds her there.

And below that is an ass that he feels blessed to see every day. It sits up, the brown skin smooth and unmarred. She’s got subtle hip dips that give way to wide thighs, granting the prettiest pear-shape. 

He can hardly resist the urge to take a bite every time he sees her this way.

“You never ask me for help,” he smirks, scooting towards the bed’s edge to get closer.

“I know, but … I decided to be a little lazy today,” she smiles. 

And he loves when she does. The way the corners of her eyes crinkle up, adding a comforting sense of familiarity and warmth to the expression.

He feels lucky that’s it’s the first thing he sees when he wakes up, and the last thing he sees when he goes to sleep. That’s a smile he’d love for his child to see, growing up.

He’s not letting this one go, huh?

Wordlessly, he sets the tub down in his lap and scoops a dollop up with a finger. Spreading it over his palm, he then rubs both hands together. The smooth butter warms quickly in his hands.

He starts at her shoulder blades, dragging his hands down her skin. He’s careful, trying to mimic her tenderness. It comes so natural to her, evident in the way her body languidly moves. 

He wonders if she can tell that it isn’t the same for him? The pressure he applies is uneven—unsure. His hands move with the weight of his past, one of a former Marine.

Hands trained to be a weapon, now being used to massage lotion into the tender skin of his love.

They’ve been together for so long. These hands have touched every part of her body, more times than he can even think to count. He knows her body so well, yet still feels as though it’s a privilege that she’s allowed him to be apart of her regimen. Her favorite part of her day.

He takes more crème into his hands; this time his hands run down the spout of her spine, fingers molding to the contours of her body. He makes sure to get her sides, too. Can’t leave those dry.

Then he finally gets to the bottom. His fingers start at the small of her back before they slow spread out. His fingers curl ‘round the bones of her hips, thumbs massaging whatever’s left of the crème into her skin.

His hands do one last pass down her back, then he has to pull them away. 

Standing between his legs, she slowly spins, now presenting her front to him. He swallows. 

First, his eyes fall between her legs to fat lips thinly veiled by a trimmed bed of dark curls. Then, they slowly lift to the basin of her stomach, up her torso, through the valley of her breasts, and finally, to her round face.

A grateful smile is on her full lips, the apples of her cheeks lifted, too.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

She smiles at him, still, yet in her eyes there’s contemplation. Her thoughts are rolling over in her head, he can tell. And that’s why he doesn’t pull away—only stays in place, waiting on her next few words.

“You can help me some more, if you want.”

This time, he’s the one smiling, though it’s nowhere near as innocent as hers. Without any objection, he dips a finger back in the tub of lotion and rubs some between his hands.

“Turn around,” he mumbles, matching her quiet volume. 

Each careful step she takes in turning her back to him makes her ass jiggle. And when it’s presented to him once again, he wastes no time making the wide surface shine.

Like a sculptor whose hands mold and shape the clay before them, he kneads the fat with a renewed sense of expertise. He makes sure to cover the fronts of her hips to the flanks of her ass. 

And when he gets those parts, his hands encase her hips and lays two, quick taps to the side of her left cheek. He lets himself smirk, watching the fat ripple.

“Turn around.”

She does it wordlessly, carefully raising her forearms to avoid hitting his head. When they face each other again, he pulls her in close by her waist. Letting temptation win, he presses a smooch right above her belly button.

“Terry,” she giggles.

Wordlessly, he smirks, more so to himself as he sets the tub of lotion to the side.

He gathers more crème onto his hands before they snake behind her, diving for the underside of her bottom. He’s taking his job serious, making sure to moisturize every crevice of skin hidden by a fold—he even lifts it if he has to.

So concentrated on the task, the gentle weight of hands on his shoulders slips by his notice. But, he does realize they’re there when her fingers press into his skin—just as he’s pulls her cheeks apart.

His head cranes up, finding those chocolate brown eyes lower than usual. Much less focused, too.

This time, when he does it again, he doesn’t look away. His fingers reach just a little further, the tips of them barely grazing between her cheeks. His grip gets a little tighter, too, and his hands pull them just a little bit further apart.

For a moment, he holds her open. As the warm air of the room hits her newly exposed parts, her hole clenches. Her pussy even flutters. The reactions her body makes are thoughtless.

And so is the movement of his hand when he swipes a middle finger up her crack, stopping it just over her puckered hole. 

He taps it once. Twice. 

The little thing winks beneath the pad of his finger. His gaze falls to the globes of fat he holds in his big hands. 

“When’s the last time we played back here?”

Shyness bleeds onto her face. She tries to hide it with a lifted shoulder, though the corners of her spreading lips can’t be concealed. 

“A while,” she mumbles.

The sweet sound of a hum made in agreement resounds. Circles of hazel flick upwards to meet her gaze again.

“Yeah … s’been a while, huh? You cleaned good?”

Her heart stammers behind her rib cage. It leaves her almost breathless. 

“Terry,” she warns.

His finger had never moved from that spot. It circles the taught skin. “What? You busy today?”

Her eyes flutter. One of her hands on his shoulders drops to his bicep, giving it a weak squeeze. “Y-yes.”

“Yes to both? And with what?”

As her mouth opens, her words get caught in her throat. That finger applies a soft pressure that sends her pussy into a frenzy.

“Yes, and g-groceries, Terry.” She had almost whined out.

“Aldis not going nowhere.” He smirks up at her.

She shivers, feeling that finger angling to press its tip right at her hole. “The—I don’t want t-to be there when it’s c-crowded.”

He half-shrugs with a clueless frown. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

She doesn’t say anything to that, which only makes him more determined. It seems he hasn’t fully convinced her to abandon her responsibilities, something he’s been too comfortable doing himself since he met her.

“Remember how wet you got last time?” He leans in closer, face just centimeters away from her pussy as he lowers his voice for her to only hear. “I didn’t even touch her.”

The corners of his mouth raise even higher as he looks into her eyes, seeing them glaze over in real-time as her brain replays the distant memory.

“All I did, was play with—“ His finger double-taps at her un-stretched hole again. “You made such a mess. You think you could do that again?”

She dismisses a whimper as she remembers how she felt like a leaking faucet that night. Beneath her, the sheet was a mess, soaked. Her thighs only trembled as her pussy dribbled, globs of slick rolling down its inner-sides.

Her breath hitches, feeling the rough pad of that finger slide back and forth over her. It’s like a splash of cold water, bringing her back to focus.

The gentle musk of her arousal hits his nose. It mixes deliciously with the scent of her crème.

“I’ll get the groceries this week.”

Her eyes almost cross as that finger presses harder against her hole.

“Just lemme do this.”

‘Yes’ and ‘no’ become a blur in her mind. She doesn’t even hear herself when she mumbles the one beginning with ‘y.’

She didn’t think twice about it when he told her to get on the bed, face down and ass to the sky. The position’s got her open and needy. While the water runs distantly in the background, her brain is fuzzy.

All it can do is conjure up thoughts of how far he’ll go this time. There’s only been one time she took his dick through the back, all other times it was his hand. 

She hopes they can turn that one time into two. The thought almost makes her drool into the pillow.

She doesn’t hear when the bathroom faucet squeaks as it’s closed. Or when Terry emerges from the bathroom, muttering about having to fix that later.

Just feet away from the bed, he admires the picture before him: a gift, all spread out and open for him.

“Now, ain’t you a sight?”

His voice brings her from her reverie. The only response she gives is to reach behind and pull those shiny, smooth cheeks apart to show him how her body yearns for his touch.

Both holes clench. Beads of slick glisten through the hair closest to the opening of her cunt.

He takes slow steps towards her. “Look at the mess I created.” He chuckles to himself, barely shaking his head. “Guess I gotta clean it up, huh?”

Dumbly, her face pressed to the sheets, she nods. 

When he’s finally behind her, his hands take their treasured spots over her hips—left thumb covering his name, as always.

“How should I clean it up, baby?”

Her eyes falls closed as she tries to focus on speaking her thoughts.

“Hm?”

“U-use your tongue, first.”

His face brightens with a toothy smile. “First? Oh, there’s more,” he laughs.

He can’t tell if it’s a hum or a moan she makes, maybe it’s both. But he does understand when she nods.

“Well how you want me to finish the job, when I’m done using my tongue?”

She can hear the amusement in his voice, the smirk on his lips. Quite frankly, she’s too horny to be timid about it.

“Your dick—“

He almost blanches at her boldness. But his shock gives way to a new wave of arousal.

“Want it, Terry,” she speaks breathlessly. “Wanna feel—“ she reaches back again to spread herself again. “—feel full.”

His fingers sink further into the fat of her hips as he gathers all the moisture he can in his mouth. There’s a quick shift of his jaw, then a bullet of spit shoots past his puckered lips and hits his target dead-center.

Her body twitches from the impact. “Oh…” she moans softly.

The translucent, bubbly glob of spit rolls over the tight ring, making it shine. It dribbles down further, slipping down the slide of her crack and finding its way into her shallow bed of curls.

He catches her pussy do a little flutter. The tiny reaction prompts him to lift a hand from a hip, only to slam it back down against her right cheek.

Her back bows inward, a quiet mewl coming from her.

“Yeaah, keep it just like that… Just like … that.”

She hadn’t even heard the shift of his body—only felt his soft, warm, velvety tongue lave against her hole.

A gasp—she almost inches forward before remembering not to run from such pleasure. Terry’s never liked that.

“Mmh…”

There’s a tenderness that spreads throughout her cunt as his hum provides a soft vibration for her. Every time her body bears down, there’s an ache in her core.

He laps against her one more time before pulling the taut skin into his mouth to suck on. There’s hardly any give, but he doesn’t stop. His hands keep her spread apart as he continues burying his face in her ass. 

Terry’s never been a man too scared to get messy, especially when it counts. And when it comes to his woman, trust that it counts.

Slobbing her down, his own spit coats the lower half of his face as he tongues her hole down without coming up for air. The wide, wet muscle is putting in overtime to work her open. 

Her moans goad him on, even if they are muffled by the sheets.

“Mh … mmh,” he groans, eyes closed as he devours her like a meal. 

One hand lifts, immediately falling back down against the plump skin of her asscheek. The spank is sharp, it echoes in her ears.

“Shit,” she hisses, face screwing up as his tongue breaks past her rim.

He pulls back, if only to admire his work so far. In between her cheeks glisten. And, what’s more, is that she’s dripping onto the bed.

Just like last time.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yess, baby, yes.”

Wordlessly, he dives back in. The same hand he used to smack her earlier, leaves its spot once again. 

She anticipates another slap, catches herself almost begging for it, actually. However, she gets a better surprise:

His hand, warm and soft, slides over her pussy with ease to cup it from underneath. She flinches when his fingers barely rub over her swollen clit.

That doesn’t last too long; Terry’s hand retreats, fingers poised just at the opening of her drooling cunt.

With too much ease, both middle and ring fingers slip in.

She whimpers.

They sink right in with wet suction, her pussy spurting around them. His heavy fingers settle comfortably in a familiar spot within her tight and slippery heat as her body seems to instantly mold around them.

Every time Terry’s in it, he almost swears she’s truly an endless portal into ecstasy. 

And while his mind finds itself caught on the wonders of her pussy, his mouth still wrecks her even tighter hole; His tongue digs into her, his fingers are pressing into her G-spot—it all stuns her. She can hardly breathe, feeling him push and prod. 

One particularly loud slurp of his makes her eyes roll back. Her pussy flutters, feeling a glob of his spit roll down her crack.

“Wanna fuck you. Fuck you with my tongue—“

She moans in agreement. The guttural sound transcends past the thick sheets.

“Hold it open.”

Although his voice is low, she still hears every word Terry mutters.

With an abundance of eagerness that her body can barely contain, she reaches back to hold herself open for him. 

As Terry remains knuckles deep within her, aiding in the escape of her sticky sap from her cunt, he pushes his tongue back into her ass.

She sloshes as he fucks his fingers up into her. Milky white and almost frothy cream runs down the palm of his hand to his wrist.

He doesn’t move his head, too desperate for her body to pull away. Instead, he tires himself with fucking into her by dragging his tongue in and out, his pace quickening. The ache of his jaw and the burn of the overworked muscle does nothing to dissuade him. 

One must work for their pleasure, he knows that.

“Oh … ohh … ah—aauhh!”

Her whines work alongside the tightening of her body. He doesn’t stop—doesn’t let up or slow down.

In fact, he receives her orgasm with an open palm, letting her pussy spill into it. Her squirt splashes against his forearm and the bed. And still, his hand never stops.

“Y’know … I was thinking about how much … how much I wanna make you a mom.”

His words come out airy and light, but that doesn’t diminish their effect. Her body responds, clamping tighter around his fingers.

A deep chuckle rises out of him. “You like that?”

Her only response is an incoherent moan as she pushes her hips back on his hand.

“Want me to make you a mommy?”

“Yes,” her voice waivers.

When he pulls his hand out of her, it’s like a great loss. Suddenly, her world is empty without him. She wants to cry.

“Yeah, me too.”

When Terry finally pulls his dick out, he’s got more than enough of her cum on-hand to lube himself up. The creamy mess of her cunt is more than enough material to get him rock hard—not that he wasn’t already.

Taking himself in hand, he slowly lifts his heavy cock and drops it right between her ass cheeks. 

About two inches wide starting at the tip, his dick only gets slightly wider towards the base. Its underside has got that one vein running along it. She always licks at it when presented with such an opportunity.

A heated tint of flushed pink blossoms over the bulbous tip, dying down to a darker shade of brown along his shaft. It curves just to the left, the perfect angle that always seemed to knock against her walls perfectly.

Pulling his hips backward, he watches his dick drag against her supple skin, falling closer towards her center. When it’s just his tip left touching her, he takes ahold of himself at the base and slowly pushes forward.

He slips against her underside, burrowing into her thin bed of curls. The head knocks against her clit, triggering a stronger quake in her thighs.

Terry puckers his lips to spit another thick loogey, watching it land on her puckered rim. It winks back at him.

She can’t tell what goes in first, his thumb or his dick. All she knows is that he’s about nine inches deep in her cunt, and that there’s a thumb sinking into her ass.

There’s a delay before a long-winded, singular moan falls out of her mouth. All of her breath is caught in her chest. Her body is tense.

“Breath, baby. Breathe,” he reminds her.

Her brain buzzes. His words really only get through to her once his hand washes over her back like a cool rag.

That’s all it takes for her body to relax—somewhat at least. Her shoulders relax and her back even sinks inward.

A softer, much shorter moan leaves her, and the arching of her back accentuates the ache caused by his dick pressing against her walls. If either of them would look, they’ll see the outline of him, poking through her lower tummy in a small bulge.

Her pussy, stretched to its capacity, flutters around him, almost like it’s trying to swallow more than it can handle.

“S-so heavy,” she mumbles, gripping the sheets.

“But you like it,” he smiles. “I could tell, hm?”

Terry pushes in the last inch, taking too much joy in the broken whimper that leaves her. She’s suffocating, squeezing him and bathing him in wetness all the same. In this deep, he feels a soft, spongy wall pressing against his tip. 

“What’s that?” He shifts inside, nudging at that wall.

It’s a good thing she doesn’t look back, face too screwed up to see the horrific smile on his face.

“Huh?”

She almost wails out. Her hands twitch, itching to reach for her stomach. To cradle it as the deep ache within her reaches new heights.

“C’mon, talk to me.” 

The rest of his fingers splay out over the small of her back as he pushes his thumb deeper into her ass. The thin stretch of muscle separating the two pleasure zones allows him to feel the curvature of himself, sitting deep in her walls.

“I’m in your stomach?”

Teeth gritted, she nods her head as fast as she can.

“You so quiet already.” Gentle and slow, he pulls out some inches, granting her relief. “I don’t like that.”

He slides his hips back in, pushing his dick right up against her cervix.

“GOD—“

“Yeah, like that.” He pulls out again, only to give her yet another deep stroke. “Keep doing that. Keep talking to me—”

“H-ooh—T-Terry!”

“Yes, baby,” he groans out over the sound of his hips meeting her ass. “Tell me, tell me how good it feels.”

“Ffuuuck!”

She writhes beneath him, shouting out ragged moans as he’s digging her out. 

Every time he pulls out, his dick is wetter and wetter. It goes from shining with her juices to caked in her crème in just a few strokes. 

Around her stretched hole is a mess, covered in her frothy release. It all builds up to the point that some of it sludges down between her legs and falls to the bed.

“Oh … shii—aaugh!”

Her resolve breaks, finally allowing her to press a hand to her stomach. Under her palm, she feels the repeating wave of his dick punching her guts beneath the wall of muscle.

She hisses, feeling his thumb fuck her ass as he pulls her back against his. With every plop of their body’s meeting, her cream splatters against his pelvis. Tiny beads of white fly, landing against his sweat-sheathed skin.

“Gonna need another shower after this, huh?” 

Even as Terry tries to remain cocky, his upper lip twitches as his body starts to react to this pleasure.

“Making a mess.” His stomach clenches. “Th-thought I was s’posed to be cleaning up.” 

He chokes out a bit of laughter, trying to conceal a moan of his own. His words start to blend as the pleasure overtakes him:

“You … creamin’ all over … mmh—“

His eyes threaten to roll back. But just as fast, Terry seems to regain a bit of composure. Enough to lock back in.

Rolling his lips into his mouth, his focus straightens and he gives repeated strokes. They’re dead-on, sharp, and heavy.

She screams out a profanity—he can’t even tell which one because she’s so out of it. But, her body is granted a moment of relief as he stops.

Carefully, he pulls his thumb out of her butt. It shines with her slick. When he looks at her barely stretched hole, clenching around nothing, it’s covered in her cream. 

The sight has him twitching inside of her, causing her body to give him a couple of extra squeezes in response.

“You look so good like this,” he mumbles. As his body starts to weaken, he sways a little. “M’sorry I had to mess you up like this, baby.”

Her only response is a mewl as she tries to fix herself.

Taking the hand he had used previously, he holds himself at the base to pull out of her. And when he’s finally out, it’s like there’s a dick-shaped hole in her stomach. She swears he left an impression inside of her.

Her pussy feels so tender and swollen, clit overly sensitive. And yet, the pain of it all is too good. She misses it. She misses him.

And he can tell, seeing her hole flutter around nothing, stretched out. But she doesn’t have to worry for too long, because he’ll fix that.

Peering down at himself, Terry is marveled at all of the mess between them. His dick, still hard, is a creamy, sticky mess—practically dripping in her release.

At the base is where there’s the most build-up. Loopy off of all the testosterone running through him, he gets an idea that has him swiping up some of the mess with his middle and ring finger. 

With no hesitation, Terry presses the two fingers to her ass. They slide in with ease, even causing a very loud squish.

“Ooouuhh,” she groans. 

Turning her head to the side, Terry’s finally able to see how pleasure contorts her face. Eyes low and unfocused, heavy bottom lip pulled between both rows of teeth, as she begins to slowly rock back and forth. So desperate, she fucks herself on his fingers.

“Just like that … take it, baby. Take it—”

“Oouuh shit, Terry.”

“C’mon.”

“Ooh, fuck—“

Pfffffft.

The sharp sound of air expelling from her cunt as Terry pushes back in, punctuates her sentence. Her mouth drops open, her neck craning against the sheets.

He’s speechless, too. Seeing the way her pussy blows a raspberry around his thick dick, spitting out dribblets of cream against his lower stomach. Some even dribbles out of her.

“Hnnnh,” she whines, pathetically.

Curling his fingers inside of her, he plays with her ass. Throughout this all, his other hand had never left her left hip, thumb still covering his name.

He pulls out halfway, only to push his dick back in.

“Fuck, I love it when she talks to me,” he laughs, breathlessly, throwing his head back. It’s music to his ears, hearing her pussy squirt and fart around him.

So lost in the sound, he doesn’t even notice the way her shoulders twitch as her orgasm crashes into her. It’s not until he feels water hit his pelvis that he looks down.

Around his dick, she squirts. It’s a heavy enough stream. He watches it trickles down both of their thighs, completely drenching the already soaked through sheets.

Without a word, he pulls his fingers out before placing the other hand on her hip. His grip tightens around her.

Leaning more of his weight forward, Terry pushes her arch deeper. “Really gonna … make you a mommy like this—“

She gets no prep as he fucks the arch out of her back and puts her into the mattress. The clap of her ass against his pelvis is almost deafening. 

Her hips are barely off of the bed. Behind them, her legs raise, toes curling tightly as she wails out.

“Keep squeezing me,” he pants, teeth gritted. “Keep fuckin’ … fu-uck—“

He buries his face into her neck, groaning. His ears ring as he shoots off a heavy load in her.

For minutes, they stay connected as Terry tries to regain his breath. His orgasm lasts much longer than he thought it would, filling her to the brim.

When he finally pulls out, mustering enough strength to stand, he watches tiredly as her body pushes out thick globs of their mixed release.

Her pussy is slathered in their mess, certain spots caked up in a frothy white.

He grabs a cheek, pulling it apart from its twin so that he can see it all much clearer.

“You look so good like this,” he mumbles. “Love when you let me use you.”

Mindlessly, he lets a hand fall to his dick. It’s tender, but his hold on himself is light. Still holding her open with the other hand, he gently strokes himself. His hand practically glides over himself, what with all the cum coating his dick.

The sensation, the mess, her—it doesn’t take too much for him to get a semi.

“Fuck, you always make me so horny.”

He gets a knee on the bed, positioning himself directly behind her again.

Sensing his growing closeness, she weakly picks her head up and looks back at him. She’s a vision of wild curls, watery eyes, and bitten-raw lips.

As he gets closer, stroking his hardening dick, he brushes his fat, swelling tip again her lips. Rubbing himself against her, he gathers more of cum, coating himself.

“Terry,” she whines, a soft pout on her lips.

“You too tired?”

He pulls her asscheek further, fully exposing her second hole.

Her plump lips part to speak, but nothing comes out.

“You want me to stop? You could tell me, baby,” he cooes.

Still, he begins rubbing his tip against the much smaller hole. She can feel it throb against her.

“Tell me. Y’know I’ll still get the groceries for you.”

He gives her time to object, to say ‘no,’ while he’s positioning himself at her opening. However, she only watches, her face scrunching even more as he slowly applies pressure.

“I’ll get you whatever you want. Especially when you have our son.”

With little effort, he pops the head in past her rim. A tired smile lifts his lips as she moans out lowly. Her head turns back forward as it falls to the bed.

Weak to the way he uses her body, she simply lies there, taking his dick through the back as he sings his delusions to her (because who said she was going to have a boy).

Even tired, her body tenses with the pressure of his dick sliding in her. He’s not as rough as when he was in her pussy.

This time, his strokes are gentle and shallow. It’s a moderate pace he maintains as he holds her open to see the way he stretches her out.

And it just does something to him; seeing her spent pussy just below, covered in their cum and still leaking while he uses her asshole just the same.

Because, she’s his woman, and he’s going to have every part of her body. Just in the same way that he’s her man, and if she wants him at any time she can have him.

His second orgasm doesn’t take long to come. When he feels it approaching, he carefully pulls out. Taking himself in hand, he gives a few short strokes before painting her ass. 

Streaks of white splatter against the warm brown canvas, making her ass look like toasted buns covered in vanilla drizzle. 

And if he had the energy to, he’d eat her ass again. But this was already a lot, and he can’t lie, he’s exhausted.

Terry can only hope that she won’t be mad that he waited a little longer to get the groceries.

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╰┈➤Thoughts/ head cannons with HSR men!

☁︎ No specified gendered descriptions, referred to as "you"- Don't tag it as "Gn reader" just in case I make a mistake/ can be considered otherwise. ☁︎Trying out different formatting to find one I like :) ☁︎Not really any warnings, just relationship stuff- Potential spoilers for Amphoreus ! ☁︎Anaxagoras(3), Mydeimos(2), AE!Sunday(3), Moze(1) ☁︎had more ideas but forgot them by the time I got to them

╰┈➤Anaxagoras

𝖎 Slow Dancing

Despite being a man dedicated to his research and strict in nature, Anaxagoras found himself enjoying simple things with you the longer your relationship progressed. Silence was golden, a message he engraved within the rules he recited to each new figure that entered his life, yet he found himself relaxing into the gentle atmosphere of your words as you stood hand in hand. The hours the both of you spend swaying in each others embrace builds up, listening to the classical music he chose out as you let your head rest against his shoulder. Simply being wrapped in his arms, his coat placed over your shoulders as you take turns discussing whatever came to mind until you become tired. He'll then take it upon himself to bring you to your shared bedroom, whether it be walking with his arms lazily resting on your hips with his hands clasped in front of you or carrying you flush against his chest before throwing placing you on the bed.

𝖎𝖎 Cuddling

Cuddling with Anaxagoras after getting yourself a pair of matching droma onesies. You got them initially as what you believed would be a joke, pyjamas of a creature you knew he held admiration about, thinking it would be simply brushed off. Yet he took it seriously, and instead it became your new nightly routine. The fluffy hood with droopy horns that covered your face rubbing against his cheek as you nuzzle against him, discarding your usual blanket due to the thick material already holding enough warmth. What would have to be seasonal for you due to the risk of overheating would become his usual attire due to his inability to feel the temperature. Just you laying on his chest and running your fingers through his hair as he rambles on about something you can barely comprehend. You make sure for his sake his favourite droma plush is within reach on the bed for if he absentmindedly seeks comfort from the plushie. Y'all that plushie has seen some stuff.

𝖎𝖎𝖎 Physical contact

Being someone who's been derived of touch due to personal preference, Anaxagoras takes any chance he's offered at holding some form of contact with you. Cooking? he's behind you, arms on either side of you caging you between his chest and the counter as his head rests against your shoulder. Sitting somewhere reading? His head finds its way to your lap, running his pointer finger in circles on your thigh as he presses himself closer to your body. One of you are working? You're sat side by side, fingers interlocked as he fidgets with your wedding band, bringing your connected hands to his cheek to lean against. Type of person to hold your wrist as his teeth press into the flesh of your fingers/ palm, never hard enough to hurt but enough to feel the pressure that brings an odd comfort to the both of you. Habit of chewing on things (your hand or sleeves).

Can't explain how much I love this man and offended I am at how little screen time he was given. 3.2 broke me.

╰┈➤Mydeimos

𝖎"Babysitting"

Whether it was embarking on a simple walk around the market, or heading to a meeting with another Chrysos Heir, Mydeimos always found away to attract the attention of the smaller citizens. Despite his brash appearance, he had found himself growing soft towards the children, often spend more time than what you had to spare entertaining them. One day it could be hide and seek, another simply helping a lost kid return to their parents, either way you always managed to get roped into his shenanigans. First time playing with the neighbourhood kids, he grabbed one by the collar and held them before you finally reprimanded him on how not to hold kids He's a bit confused but he's got the spirit. Ends with you eventually leaving him alone with them, only to return later to find his hair messily braided with flowers threaded through the blonde strands.

𝖎𝖎 cuteness aggression

With his lack of comprehension for his own feelings at times, Mydeimos finds himself trying to express said emotions in less than favourable ways. What started as the urge to always be near you, to be making contact with your skin at every given moment you would allow, turned to him biting you. Never hard enough to draw blood or hurt for extended periods, just leaving you to feel the pressure from his jaw as blunt marks are left behind. Gravitates towards your shoulders/collar bone due to being able to hold you close, pressing the metallic tips of his gauntlets into your hips as he nips at your skin. Instead of kissing the indentations he leaves behind, instead licks them with actions similar to that of a cat. Will sometimes randomly hold your hand, kissing up your arm before biting into the flesh of your forearm.

╰┈➤AE!Sunday

𝖎 Pampering

Being someone as renowned as AE!Sunday, lacking some aspects of social understanding due to his upbringing, he opts to spoil you instead. Still uses certain terms of affection, mostly darling or love, but finds conveying his appreciation easier through the use of acts of service. It becomes a regular part of your mornings together, helping each other with small things to make the rest easier for him. Whether it's something as simple as you placing his outfit in a neat pile to spending longer perfecting his eyeliner and eyeshadow, he enjoys any simple moment you spare to give him attention. Will sit by your kitchen counter, watching you alternate between making breakfast and fastening the buckles around his wrists to ensure it doesn't slip. He often finds himself organising your stuff, moving the stuff you need for the day to an easily accessible spot so you don't have to search for them yourself. Leaves the room with a kiss to your forehead, already planning a way to show his appreciation for you, often returning with small gifts to fill where he lacks words of affection.

𝖎𝖎 Maintaining his wings

After finally finding it in himself to open up to you, to offer himself in his most vulnerable form, AE!Sunday finds comfort in you caring for his delicate wings. Starts off with his head on your lap as you sit on the edge of the bathtub, him occupying a small stool to your side. Your nails finding their way over the feathers, removing loosened and damaged ones while lathering them carefully with shampoo, rinsing them off for him before patting them dry with a fluffy towel. Turns into the both of you laying on your shared bed, arms wrapped around your waist as his head rests against your chest. Gently scratching near the base of his wings as you work on preening the otherwise perfect feathers. Having them flutter against your hand as you work over them, occasionally moving to run your finger through his hair as you listen to him talk about his latest adventure with the crew.

𝖎𝖎𝖎 Sleep

Helping each other fall asleep, reading stories or simply recalling happy moments where AE!Sunday can finally relax. Whether you simply couldn't sleep or were less exhausted physically than mentally after a long day of mishap, he took it upon himself to read you something to ease your mind and help you rest. Even if you often chose to tell him personal experiences, sometimes you would take the role of reading as he remains shaken from a nightmare. Leaning against the wall of your shared room, gently running your hand through his hair as he lay against your chest, listening to you read the lines from the book you chose. Always ends with you waking up with a terribly sore back, but seeing your lover peacefully sleeping with his arms around your waist drowns out any amount of annoyance you held.

╰┈➤Moze

𝖎 Petting you (Foxian!reader)

Moze who would kill someone for looking at him wrong, simply folds at the sight of you. Would follow you from a distance when you go out, not wishing to appear as overbearing but doesn't want the possible risk of you getting injured to occur. Watches almost curiously at the way your tail would sway in the wind, or the subtle twitch of your ears at the clash of sounds on the busy streets. Will sometimes randomly pop out and announce his presence by patting you on the head gently, sometimes rubbing the base of your ears if you're deep in thought. Never fails to scare the shit out of you at his sudden appearance, but he ignores forgets your displeased rant by the next time he does it.

On your days off, you often find place in his lap as he occasionally scratches by your ears, while you lean against his chest and attempt to nap despite the wandering hand that keeps making contact with your head. (Literally means no harm by it, just imagine a kid seeing something for the first time while being able to physically touch it instead of just admiring it.)

The first time, which is probably also the last time, he decides to run his fingers through your tail is an utter disaster. At the appearance of a stubborn leaf that for entangled in your fur, his right hand reaches out to swipe it away. Instead of simply removing the leaf as intended, the metal claws snag at your otherwise perfect coat, drawing a pained yelp from you followed by a whine as you run your hand over the spot. Jiaoqiu and Feixiao (who doesn't have a tail) who just witnessed it clench at their chests in pain as if they were also "heavily injured". From that point on when he goes to touch your tail, his right hand is in a firm hold away from the appendage.

[bisexualiteaa]

Give me this dance

Alternate Silco x fem reader (fluff and smut!)

MDNI!!

Synopsis: In every timeline, you were a part of his life. Right there by his side to bring him outside of his comfort zone and show him some fun. Soon, what started as a mere dance turned into a night neither of you would forget.

Songs for inspo/to listen to while reading:

CW: slight season 2 spoilers! Established friendship, mutual pining, mutual feelings, unrequited feelings, reader is AFAB, reader is a bartender at the last drop, reader has hair, alternate Silco, softer/happier Silco, brief mentions of alcohol, fluff w/ smut, cursing, fïngering, 0ral (fem recieving), nïpple pläy, unprotected seggs, p0rn w/ feelings, rïding, cream 🥧, fluffy ending, proofread, potential spelling/grammar errors, slight OOC Silco, no use of y/n

AN: The way he looked so happy in this timeline, he looks so happy and even more handsome somehow it’s CRAZY!! 😭 Had this one in the works for a while now but it’s finally done! I hope you all enjoy! 🥹♥️

You smiled happily as you were finally able to find your way out from behind the bar, a momentary reprieve from the hustle and bustle, the demand of drink orders that had been steadily building all night. “Come dance with me! I love this song” you remarked to Silco, making his eyes widen with something akin to a look of fear. He was a horrible dancer, and the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself in front of you of all people. He looked to Vander for any bit of advice or help he could give, only earning a grin from the man in response, telling him he was on his own for this one. “I-I’m not very good at dancing I…” Silco tried to explain, stuttering terribly as your hand grabbed his upper arm, causing a blush to trickle across his face and his heart to race in his chest out of nervousness. He didn’t want to turn you down, but he didn’t want to embarrass himself in a bar full of people either. Or embarrass you, for that matter, with being such a terrible dance partner. “Me either, it’s okay! Promise I won’t judge” you reassured with a smile, the faint smell of liquor and mixers entangling with your perfume, creating a smell that was so comforting, so familiar. It was so you and so incredibly intoxicating. “C’mon, let’s have some fun! Dance with me” you tried to persuade him sweetly, gorgeous eyes looking up at him so excitedly, almost twinkling in the warm glow of the lanterns that hung around the bar. How could he possibly say no when you looked at him like that? “What’s the harm? Doubt anyone will even be lookin’” Vander jutted in, cleaning a glass as he spoke and took your side on this, hoping that maybe if Silco danced with you, he would finally tell you how he feels, possibly ending the constant back and forth cycle of mutual pining between you two for good. He was two to one now, leaving him no other choice but to relent. “I suppose I’ll step out of my comfort zone, just this once” he remarked cheekily, making you nearly jump for joy at his response, an elated smile stretching across your lips as you eagerly led him out on the floor to dance. Vander could only laugh as he watched you both act as if you were teenagers all over again, pushing the boundaries of friendship and testing the waters of romance.

You looked up at the taller man in front of you, hazel and green eyes gazing upon you with such light of a man so deeply in love. Your bright, contagious laughter filled the air as you danced to the music, caring not for anything but this moment. Who cared if anyone else was watching? Who what anyone else was thinking? If they were judging. The only person you cared about looking at you was the man you were dancing with. Seeing his eyes glued to you, smiling as he attempting to follow your pace and rhythm was all you needed. This had to be heaven, surely. “I’ve never seen you dance like this before” Silco commented with a cheeky grin, happy to see you so comfortable and carefree while in his presence. “I normally don’t, but for such a special occasion I decided to make an exception” you replied, making him laugh as you both continued to let the beat carry you, finding your feet moving nearly in sync all on their own.

Before you knew it, one dance had turned into quite a few, then quite a few turned into spending nearly all night out there getting caught up in song. Silco found himself enjoying the moment and the chance to be with you far more than he could have ever anticipated. Who knew stepping out of your bubble a little could be so much fun? Suddenly the music had taken on a much slower turn from the rest of the music that had been playing, even the lights had dropped a little to add to the almost romantic atmosphere. You’d never slow danced before, and you figured that you’d likely pulled Silco out of his element for long enough, so you took it as your sign to hop back behind the bar. However before you could, his voice stopped you. “Where are you going?” He asked softly, looking confused and almost hurt that you were going to leave. “Oh, I figured you were probably done dancing for the night so I…I thought I’d head back behind the bar. I didn’t want to force you to stay here dancing all night if it isn’t what you want” you explained, feeling a pang of guilt hit you in the chest as he looked upon you so sadly. Any chance he had to spend with you he would do in a heartbeat, so long as it was with you, he’d do just about anything. “I don’t feel forced. You’ve brought me out of my element yes, but I’ve enjoyed dancing with you. I’d be even happier to continue” he admitted wholeheartedly, making you perk up a little to hear he was enjoying himself, finding yourself a little surprised at the prospect. “Really?” You asked, voice hopeful as you looked to him, watching him shake his head yes, easing your every worry. “Would you give me this dance?” He asked bravely, hand extended out for you to take. You looked to it before looking back up at him with a blushy smile, heart feeling as if it would beat out of your chest from both excitement and anxiousness. “I’d be delighted to” you responded sweetly, grabbing his hand and allowing him to lead you both to a spot that allowed you enough room while also granting you a little bit of privacy compared to before. “Full disclosure, I’ve never slow danced before” you finally confessed, a little embarrassed but it only made him chuckle. “Me either, it’s okay. I won’t judge” he repeated back to you the exact same thing you’d told him when you asked him to dance, making you laugh at the witty comeback. It was only fair, you supposed. You’d brought him out of his comfort zone and showed him a great time in doing so, it was only fair to allow him to do the same for you. Besides, when would you be able to get this chance to share with him again? Better to take the opportunity, make the best of it and be able to look back on it as a memory someday than not and mourn what could have been. “Clever play, using my own words against me” you replied, making him only grin wider. “Just follow my lead” he spoke confidently, bringing your arm to loop around his neck as one of his hands rested at your hip, the other holding yours as you both stepped and swayed to the beat, keeping it simple. You couldn’t help the rouge that ran across your cheeks however that this was even happening right now. From the close proximity of your chests being pressed together, to your hands being intertwined as he looked down at you with a soft, love struck smile, all of it was so romantic. So intimate. It left you nervous, not wanting to mess up and ruin the beautiful tension that had begun to set in between you now. Yet you felt so alive, so free. It felt like one of those romantic moments you’d only ever heard of in the books you’d read. You could hardly believe it was actually real. That this was real.

You smiled up at him as you stared into his gorgeous eyes, finding your hand moving from its original place to instead come and rest along the scarred side of his cheek almost instinctively, your thumb rubbing soothing circles against the textured skin there. He was always so self conscious about his scars, especially around you. He didn’t want you to think less of him because of them, or find him less attractive because of them, often covering them with makeup to at least cover the color of the scar tissue and make it blend in with his natural skin tone better. Yet you thought that they were what made him so stunning. Paired with his piercing eyes and the confidence he carried about himself so effortlessly, even the way he dressed, everything about him was just so incredibly special. He stood out amongst the rest of the crowd. Gods he was so handsome. He was so handsome it was almost intimidating, yet you’d known him long enough to know there was no reason to be.

Your sweet gesture made his heart skip in his chest, beating harder and faster than it already had as he smiled down at you. He wondered to himself if it was loud enough for you to hear as it slammed against his sternum. You couldn’t help the way your eyes seemed to curiously flit between his and his lips occasionally, silently wondering how they would feel if they were pressed against your own. Would they be soft? They looked soft. Would they fit well against your own? You hoped to find out. It made you start to think that perhaps the slower song was chosen on purpose, strategically placed so you would dance with him to it. A plan to get you to get him out of his comfort zone, show him some fun, all while setting you both up with the perfect opportunity to speak on feelings that rested unspoken between you for far too long now. Or maybe you were just lucky enough to have fate hand you such a beautiful opportunity. Who were you to turn it down if so? “You’re quite good at this” you complimented, making him give a breathy chuckle. “You’re better than you give yourself credit for” he replied, making you hum with a sweet smile as you looped both of your arms around his neck, taking the bold step and resting your head against his chest as you continued to sway. He froze for a moment as you did, his hands finding your hips before wrapping his arms around you as it set in that you were leaned against him like this. That you felt safe enough with him to do so. It made him nearly dizzy at the thought of having you like this, to have you so close, for you to want this with him. It left him to silently thank every deity above for the opportunity as he shut his eyes and rested his chin on top of your head for a moment, allowing the both of you to sway to the rhythm and just enjoy each other’s warmth.

When the song had finally come to an end, you lifted your head up to look at him, eyes once again flickering between his gaze and his lips with that same curiosity. Only this time it was much stronger than it was before. “Thank you, for dancing with me. For…for choosing to share this moment with me” you said meekly, making him look to you as one of his hands cupped your cheek, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin just as you’d done to him. For a moment the world was completely lost on you, it felt as if it was just the two of you here. “No matter the options, no matter the occasion I’d choose you, always” he confessed, tone so genuine, words so heartfelt that the butterflies in your stomach had returned tenfold, leaving you to bite your lip as you bit back a school-girlish giggle. If your mind wasn’t screaming at you to kiss him before, it most certainly was now. “Sil?” You inquired softly, watching as his eyes now trailed to your plush lips before returning your gaze, doing the same to you that you’d been doing to him this whole time. It nearly drove you wild, seeing the want in his eyes, the admiration. All for you. “Yes?” He asked in reply, watching a smile stretch to your lips before you spoke, looking at you expectantly. “Do us both a favor and just kiss me already, would you?” You responded in a cheeky but confident tone, making him hum in amusement at your boldness. He loved it about you, so unafraid to go for the things you wanted or that made you happy. He was honored to be that for you. “I thought you’d never ask” he answered, not wasting even a moment before his lips were on yours, finally answering all curiosities and all thoughts as he held you close. Vander gave an excited whistle and clap that left you smiling into it as you pulled him down against you a little more, showing him just how much you’d wanted this. He chuckled into it, responding by squeezing your hip as your lips melded together for a little while longer, a good handful of people cheering you both on before finally pulling apart. You smiled up at him excitedly as his hand grabbed yours, squeezing it lovingly.

“Well, as delightful as this has been, it’s about time for my shift to be over. Do you…maybe wanna get out of here?” You asked, hoping he would say yes, praying that when you went to put your apron back behind the bar and walk out, you’d be walking out with him. He tried so hard to hide his surprise and excitement at your question, but the way his brows raised a little and eyes opened a little wider didn’t go unnoticed by you, making you giggle softly as you saw it. “Are you asking me to come home with you?” He asked curiously, wanting to make sure he understood exactly what you were implying, not wishing to misread you and do something that would make you upset or assume something incorrectly. “Yes, yes I am” you replied as you looked up at him, awaiting his answer. He was dreaming, he must have been. Had you really just asked him to come home with you? “After you” he said, making you smile and giggle. “G-Great! Yeah, uhh just…let me put this behind the bar for tomorrow then we’ll head out” you replied, skittering behind the bar to quickly take off and fold your apron before tucking it away, informing Vander that you were headed home for the night. He shot you a grin and Silco a knowing glance as you walked back over to him, collecting your things before heading out the door together.

You smiled and giggled with excitement into your shared kiss as your back hit one of the walls in your home that you’d only just stepped foot in but a moment ago. You’d barely even made it in the door that was haphazardly shut with his foot, your hands running up from his chest to tangle in his neatly slicked back hair as your lips melded together in a sinful dance. His one hand rested against the wall, propping himself up with his arm and caging you in a little as the other sat at the back of your thigh, allowing your leg to rest against his hip so he could slot himself even closer to you. He’d spent long enough without you, long enough chasing circles around you, any space between you now was eliminated the moment it was noticed. You felt him slide closer to you between your legs, his other hand coming down from the wall to do the same to your other thigh, tapping it so you would hop up and wrap your legs around his hips. As you did so, he had you effectively pinned against the wall, your hips pressed against his with a moan as your tongues fought in a battle for dominance over the other. One he was delighted to let you win, allowing your tongue to explore his, the taste of whiskey, smoke and tobacco still hanging heavily from his lips. It was an addicting taste. You gasped into the kiss as he rolled his hips against yours, leaving you to pull away to rest your head against the wall as his lips trailed your neck, kissing and nipping at all your sensitive spots. He simply couldn’t get enough of you, your warmth, the feel of your soft skin against his own, the sounds of your melodic moans filling his ears, it was all such bliss. And Janna almighty was he a lucky man to be the one who gets to see you like this. His nimble fingers danced curiously beneath the bottom of your shirt, calloused hands caressing your waist. He aided you in removing your shirt, leaving you there before him in your bra and the sight alone made him throb against you, earning a quiet gasp with delight as you looked to him excitedly. Lust filled your gaze, pupils nearly encompassing the entirety of your irises as a smile still rested on your lips, waiting for his next move. His hands found their way behind you, undoing the clasps to your bra and watching as you tossed it aside without a care. “Beautiful” was all he could say as he gazed upon you, leaving you to blush and give a hum in response.

Once you’d finally made it to your bedroom, you aided in the removal of his shirt, undoing the buttons, unraveling all the stylish layers teasingly yet carefully slow while looking up at him. You notified his fingers twitched with anticipation, patiently waiting for you to finish so he could feel your skin against his once more. Once they’d finally been undone, they trailed along your floor towards the foot of your bed, allowing you to gaze upon his slender form. You smiled with all the kindness in the world as you gazed upon him, looking at him as if he were a god standing before you, offering himself to you. It all felt so unreal. Your hands rested on his chest once he’d leaned in closer, begging for the taste of your lips against his once more, helping you to lay on your back as he kissed you much softer this time. Your arms looped around his neck to hold him close, inviting him to continue. He eagerly straddled your frame, one of his hands coming down to caress the curve of your waist before reaching upwards to your chest. He paused for a moment, unsure of whether it was okay for him to touch, so you took the chance to grab his hand, placing it there for him with a playful grin into your shared kiss before looping your arms back around him, hands splayed against his lithe figure. You moaned sweetly in response as he massaged your breast in his hand, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth and tangle with your own, deepening the kiss.

Before you knew it his hand was trailing down your frame once again, fingers slipping past your naval and down towards the waistband of your pants. He broke the kiss to work at the button of your pants, leaving you panting for air as a flush set against your cheeks. You giggled as you watched him fumble with the button and zipper for a little bit, the eager shake of his hands making it prove to be a bit more difficult before he was finally able to get it undone. He looked to you for permission as his fingers hooked in the waistband, waiting for you to tell him it was okay. When your hands pushed down against his own to help them inch down your hips, he took that as his answer, pulling them, along with your panties, down and off of your legs before tossing them behind him unceremoniously, making you laugh. “Eager, are we?” You teased with a grin, making him chuckle. “I don’t think you understand just how long I’ve wanted you” he replied, sending a pleasant shudder down your spine and stoked the fire burning in your core at the thought that he’s craved you like this. That he’s fantasized about this. “Then what are you waiting for?” You asked, making him shoot you a crooked grin before sinking down and settling between your legs, laying gentle yet hot kisses to your inner thighs. “For you to scream my name for all of Zaun to hear as I please you like no one else can” he responded confidently with a much deeper tone, hands resting on your thighs and keeping them spread as he brought his lips to your throbbing clit.

Your reaction was immediate, back arching slightly from the mattress as your hands flew down to tangle in his hair. “Fuck…” you cursed quietly before moaning as his tongue licked flatly up your slit then fluttered against your aching bud. He moaned into you at your taste, opening his eye to look up at you as he sat between your legs lavishing you with attention, and gods above was he graced with a beautiful sight. Your eyes screwed shut, mouth open as moans billowed from your throat unrestrained, your chest heaving up and down with each labored breath. His every fantasy was ruined in this moment, because nothing, absolutely nothing would ever look better than you do right now. Nothing will ever hold a candle to your beauty as he pleased you. You looked fucking ethereal. Nothing could have possibly prepared him for it, for how perfect you looked, how delicious you tasted, how sexy you sounded moaning his name like a mantra for a lost god. He’d give anything to stay here, like this. All you’d ever have to do is ask.

You felt as one of his nimble fingers prodded at your entrance, easing its way in thanks to the mix between your slick and his saliva before searching for any of your sensitive spots. You gasped as he curled his finger within you, feeling him rubbing against your gummy walls as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it. It left you dizzy, weak even, with just how good it felt. “Gods, yes! Just like that” you encouraged, one hand smoothing through his hair as you looked down at him while he worked you with his mouth, your fingers of your other hand coming up to toy with one of your sensitive nipples, adding to your pleasure. He groaned into you as he took notice of this, enjoying the sight of you playing with yourself as he brought you pleasure, listening to you moan his name like a prayer. None of Zaun would be able to mistake who had you feeling this good once he was through with you. His free hand came up to mirror your ministrations, showing your other breast some much needed attention. You gave a louder moan in surprise as he pinched it playfully between his thumb and index finger before rolling it beneath the pad of his thumb to soothe. The pain sent a bolt of pleasure straight to your clit, making him grin against you as he worked a second finger inside of you whilst skillfully tweaking your nipple.

You started to feel that all too familiar feeling of tension beginning to fester and rise in your lower belly, so close to snapping any moment now. Your hips rutted against his tongue and fingers, making him moan into your cunt as you used him for your pleasure, trying desperately to gain any bit of friction you could to propel you over the edge, and allow you to tumble into euphoria. “So close, please…” you begged through breathless pants, absolutely desperate to cum. It was when his fingers curled and rubbed against your walls once more that he found that spongy spot within you that lit your every nerve ending on fire. “Right there! Oh gods, Silco please” you let out, making him continue exactly what he was doing, hearing as your voice raised a bit higher in pitch, feeling your walls begin to tighten around his fingers. Before you could even think to warn him, your orgasm was rushing over you, consuming you whole as you screamed his name without a care for any consequence. Your back arched from the bed, eyes rolling back and your legs attempting to shut tightly as you twitched and writhed with every movement of his tongue and fingers that worked to help you down from cloud nine and draw out your pleasure for as long as possible, careful not to overstimulate you. Perhaps that could be saved for another day, should he be lucky enough.

He wiped his lips of your slick with the back of his hand before trailing them back up your body, stopping to suck gently on one of your nipples purely to see you writhe against him with need. He chuckled at your pathetic whine as your fingers came to the waistband of his pants, giving them an impatient tug. “Need me that bad, do you?” He asked with a cheeky grin down at you, the sight of you beneath him like this better than any dream he’s ever had. Seeing your hair settle around you against the sheets, the sight of you naked before him, glowing from the after effects of your orgasm that *he’d* given you. Seeing you wanting him just as much as he’d wanted you. It was unreal. “I don’t think you understand just how long I’ve wanted you” you replied cleverly, using his own words against him like he had done to you earlier, making him chuckle once more. Could you be any more perfect? “Then what are you waiting for?” He asked, making you grin deviously as you flipped him over on his back this time, straddling his hips now as your hand pressed against his chest, keeping him pressed against the mattress beneath you. His eyes looked to you with surprise at your quick and dexterous movements before waiting to hear what you had to say in response. “For you to take your pants off so all of Zaun can listen as you please me like no one else ever will” you replied with a confident grin, watching as he did exactly as you asked.

You both moaned pleasantly as he bottomed out, fully seated inside of you now, the angle allowing him to sit deeper within you as you straddled his hips. You gave yourself a moment to adjust, leaning down to kiss him once more to distract yourself from the momentary pain of the stretch. You could feel him throb inside of you with excitement, each pulse of his cock sending a pleasant tingle to your core. It was as he shifted his hips a little to get more comfortable that both of you moaned, the movement accidentally causing him to thrust into you a bit. So you started to move up and down on him at a slow pace to start, testing the waters to see if you were ready. And fuck, were you ready. He was in so deep like this that his tip nestled against your cervix each time you would sink back down onto him. It was heavenly. “Fuck…” you sighed as you started to pick up the pace a little, the sounds of his thighs meeting your ass, your shared panting and the slight creak of the bed becoming louder with your efforts, filling your room with the sinful symphony of sex. His hands slipped down your body to rest at your hips, gripping them tightly as he watched you skillfully bounce up and down on his cock, enjoying the sight of his length disappearing inside of you then peeking back out. “Janna almighty…” he let out, absolutely enraptured with the way your cunt wrapped around him so well, welcoming him so perfectly, he couldn’t help it. You were so warm, so wet, so tight around him that it left him breathless, fighting to not cum so soon. You couldn’t help but to giggle at his remark. “Feel good?” You asked between breathless pants, watching as he looked up at you, bewildered that you could possibly ask such a question. “Better than good, you feel incredible” he replied, a groan leaving him upon a particularly harsh thrust of your hips, watching you get lost in your pleasure as you rode him. You were quite the sight to behold while in the throws of your pleasure, watching your beautiful tits bounce as you moved, your head tilted back and eyes close as you’d find that perfect rhythm that drove you both wild. Every bit of you was so perfect in his eyes, he just simply couldn’t get enough. He watched as you bit your soft, kissable lips, teeth working at them and it made him crave the taste of them again, the feel of them against his own.

He sat up for a moment, bringing himself now eye level with you as you continued to ride him but now at a different angle. One that was even better. You hadn’t even thought that possible. He chased your lips, capturing them with his own as he started to thrust his hips up into you, matching your pace with precision. With each roll of his hips, not only was he hitting deeply inside, but your clit was getting new found attention, leaving you to moan into the kiss as you met his thrusts eagerly. “You’re perfect” he complimented, his lips trailing kisses down your neck to your shoulder as you felt that ever familiar coil begin to wind tight in your core again. It was as you were about to reach your peak that the words left you before you could even register that you’d said them. “I love you” you confessed, panting as you looked upon him with a blush tinting your cheeks and a hopeful, yet vulnerable look in your eyes that told him your sentiment was completely sincere. That this meant something far more to you than just a heated moment to be forgotten about or never spoken of once morning came. You loved him. He smiled so purely, so joyfully as the words graced his ears. “For so long I’ve dreamt of hearing those words from you” he replied, making you smile back as you finally realized that the feeling was mutual, no longer scared of the potential of rejection. “I love you” he reciprocated, making your heart race as you kissed him, your hands cupping his face as he held you, rutting his hips up into you with newfound fervor. “So close…” you panted once you both broke apart for air, feeling yourself sit dizzily at the edge of bliss as his lips trailed along your neck. “Cum for me, darling. Give it to me” he said, angling his hips perfectly to stroke that spot deep inside of you that had you keening. That was all it took. The tension within your core blossomed to warmth as your every nerve ending surged with fiery pleasure, your walls clenching around him as you moaned his name loudly, clinging to him for dear life whilst your orgasm consumed you. The sight of you twitching and nearly convulsing in ecstasy, mixed with the way your cunt squeezed him even tighter sent him toppling over the edge soon after, spilling himself inside of you with a deep, almost guttural groan. You gave a pleased hum at the sensation, feeling him throb within you and fill you so incredibly full as you both sat there, fighting to catch your breath and looking upon one another in awe. Enjoying the buzzing sensation of your shared afterglow, you leaned in to the press a gentle, loving kiss to his lips, further solidifying that your words genuine and that this moment had indeed meant something. When you pulled back, your hand resting gently on the scarred side of his cheek, you were graced with the most love struck look, making you smile and giggle. “What?” You asked, a cheeky grin stretched to your lips. “Nothing, just taking in the view” he said, making you hum. “Is that so?” You asked. “You’re incredible” he said, turning to kiss your palm as he held his hand against the back of yours, leaning into your soft touch, simply wishing to stay there and enjoy the intimacy of the moment together.

It was as you were both lying there in your bed peacefully, having come back from getting cleaned up, you’d even gone another round whilst in the shower, as an entertaining thought came to you. “You wanna know something funny?” You asked, propping your head up on your hand, leaning your weight on your elbow as you laid on your side, facing him. “What’s that?” He asked, eyes trailing over your frame with wonder, in awe of the fact that you truly were here before him, and that you both shared such an intimate moment together not only once, but twice. Your top half was peaking out from beneath the blanket, allowing him the view of your chest and all the marks he’d left upon your delicate skin as he waited with much anticipation for what you had to say. “If you think about it; it took us dancing with one another to stop dancing around each other. Kinda funny how that worked out, don’t you think?” you spoke with a grin, making you both laugh. “I suppose it is” he replied, making you smile and hum as you looked to him lovingly, happy to see him here with you, happy to have shared what you did with him. “I love you, Sil. Thanks again for tonight” you said sweetly, making him smile as you said it. “I love you too, and thank you” he replied as you cuddled up to him beneath the covers, his arm slung around your frame protectively as you began to drift peacefully to sleep in his arms.

Perhaps heaven wasn’t a moment in time, or an action to be taken, but rather a person, and as you sat there in his arms, he could confidently say that you were that person.

[ddejavvu]

can I request one with Spencer Reid based on the season 4 club scene??? He's there with Morgan and stares at the reader and Morgan shows him how to approach her but the reader doesn't fall for Morgan's approach, then Reid gives it a try and she turns into a giggly blushing mess at how cute he is and his weird facts!! Idk something fluffy??

reader is slightly mean to morgan in this one and i'm so sorry to have dissed the love of my life </333

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"Don't bother," Morgan catches Spencer's shoulder when the man looks like he's about to give you their 'have you seen this man?' spiel. "I tried to tell her about the unsub, but she's not very impressed by men cornering her in the club. We don't have to worry about her, she won't fall for his bullshit."

"She should know, though." Spencer frowns, watching as you stare lazily at your drink, watching condensation drip down the glass, "I'll tell her."

"Reid, I'm telling you, she's not a potential victim," Morgan squeezes his shoulder, "Listen, if I couldn't get her to talk to me, there's no way the creep we're looking for could win her over. And he's not gonna waste his time on someone who says no to him."

The expression on your face changes from a dark scowl when a man stands a few inches too close to you while ordering a drink, to a soft, disinterested pout when he leaves again and you're able to relax. You don't look resistant, you look hesitant. You don't look like you're refusing to talk to anyone, you look like you're waiting for the right person to talk to you, and Derek Morgan was wrong.

"I'll just be a minute," Spencer slips out from beneath Derek's heavy hand and ignores the agent's groan as he approaches you. He knows Morgan's eyes are heavy on his back while he steps up to your barstool, but he pushes away the pressure of an audience to smile kindly at you.

"Hello," He offers, his voice barely audible over the music. His fingers latch tight around the strap of his messenger bag and the flyer he's holding wrinkles in his firm grip, "I'm Doctor Spencer Reid, with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, I'm here to warn you about a potential threat."

Maybe it's not the strongest way to start off a conversation with a pretty girl at a bar, but it's the information you need to know. Stuttered flirting and watered-down drinks can come later, if they happen at all; Spencer's priority is your safety.

Your brows raise and you look past Spencer's shoulder hesitantly, "Is it him? He tried trapping me earlier."

Spencer's chest relaxes slightly where it had been tensed, and he lets out a mild laugh, "Well, he's not the main threat I'm worried about. Did he- did he do the thing where he called you sugar?"

"Mm-mm," You shake your head, taking a sip of the sad remains of your drink and speaking after you swallow, "Sweet cheeks."

Even Spencer winces. Where Morgan's strategy is charm first, then the ugly stuff, Spencer thinks it's only fair to let you know why he's there before letting himself get distracted.

"He thinks that's some sort of magic spell," He laments, "Uh- I'm sorry if he made you uncomfortable. Technically, he was just trying to warn you about the same guy I'm warning you about, but we have a very different way of going about business."

"I can tell," You nod, eyes widening slightly for emphasis. Then you glance at the stool beside your own, "Sit down, Doctor. Tell me about this creep. Well- the one on the flyer."

Morgan watches with something ugly rearing in his chest as Spencer takes the seat you've offered him, but he wrestles it down to replace it with pride. Perhaps he'll have to reevaluate his strategy when it comes to disinterested patrons, but as he watches Spencer magically find his business card behind your ear, he's not sure he'll ever have what the young doctor does.

[wandaslittleweirdo]

WE NEED A PART TWO PRETTY PLEASE

https://www.tumblr.com/wandaslittleweirdo/757441289957638144/many-many-stepmommywanda-thoughts-tw-stepcest

A/N: turned out a little longer than expected…..heh..|| Part 1 , masterlist

tw: mentions of murder and blood, stepcest, dating a man, possessiveness, jealousy, pet names, this writer needs to stop skipping therapy, toxic relationships/attachments, manipulation, dom/sub dynamics, fucked up fluffy ending, age gap > reader is 22 wanda is 35

stepmommy!wanda ༝༝ fem!reader

ೀ Wanda had picked up the phone to call her friend from church, but paused when she heard your voice on the other line. She leaned over the counter, nibbling at the nail on her thumb as she curiously eavesdrops on your conversation. Your flirtatious tone directed to the disgustingly sweet boy made her jaw tighten, slamming the phone back down and gritting her teeth.

When you ended the call you walked into the kitchen and explained to Wanda that you’d be going out with a friend and will be back at a reasonable hour. She waited for you to tell her that it was a boy who obviously likes you and that it was actually a date, but you didn’t. You happily skip out of the kitchen with your sandwich and then off into your room. How dare you do this to her after she’d spent months and months perfecting you to how she wanted? Clearly, she needed to do something that you’d take seriously.

Matthew had picked out the most beautiful but quiet restaurant in town, knowing how anxious you get when it comes to new and busy places because of how strict your step mother is. He was refreshing and new, a breath of fresh air. He loved cracking jokes, but he could also be a little shy and got flustered easily. For example when you were both finished with dinner he scratched the back of his neck wondering if he could kiss you goodnight. You saw the nervousness in his eyes and you adored it, confidently taking his hand in yours before leaning up to kiss him.

But when he had visited the bathroom and didn’t come out, you assumed he got nervous and alerted him that you’d be leaving. You knew Wanda would be fuming if you stayed any longer. There was no response from his end, but you didn’t let yourself think about it too much. He’s just busy, you kept telling yourself.

You put the keys in the hole of your front door and twist it, listening to the faint click followed by the creak of the door handle as you pushed it down.

You gently push open the door and peek inside, a lamp from the living room casting its warm glow through your home. You creak the door open more and think Wanda must’ve left the light on before she went to bed.

Glancing into the lounge, the first thing you spot is Wanda’s back and her staring at something on the floor. It’s completely silent. No radio, no television, and the only movement you could hear is your own. You take one more step and freeze, paralysed by the sight in front of you.

Matthew’s body laying in a pool of blood, the thick liquid staining the carpet. His eyes are shut and his hands are painted in red, fatally attempting to cover the wounds on his stomach. Wanda towers over him, a kitchen knife coated in red gripped tightly in her hand. A tear of blood drips from the blade, and you watch it hit the ground to then it sinking into the carpet.

“W-Wh..” You lip quivered, voice cracking as you took a step back. “You’re home late.” She kicked the boy onto his back with her boot. You grabbed hold of the wall next to you, feeling dizzy watching his body flop lifelessly and how she showed no emotion to the deceased boy in front of her.

“I-Is that?..” She finally turns around to look at you and you felt chills run down your spine. You thought you had seen Wanda to her fullest potential, how sick and twisted she could be. But the blood sprinkled on her face and how it soaked several areas of her clothing made it clear that you never knew her as well as you thought you did.

A relieved smile hiked up her cheeks. She missed you so much. She also saw the terror in your eyes, not just for yourself but because you knew that simply pecking someone on the lips could put them in the same position as the poor gentleman who lays dead on the floor. This bought her a great sense of peace. You finally learnt your lesson, it’s a shame she had to go this far.

“There’s my girl.” Her voice softens as she stepped towards you, dropping the knife on the floor. You flinch hearing it clang, the sound ringing in your ears. You don’t catch her words, the only audible sound for you was your loud heartbeat and your ragged breathing. You couldn’t take your eyes away from him. A tear trickles down your cheek, causing her smile to fall and her demeanour to become hostile.

“Why are you crying Y/N? He was never going to love you like I do.”

“I told you I’d kill anyone who touches you. I warned you. You made me do this.”

“I’d do anything for you, sweet girl.” She calmly takes your chin between her fingers and places her other hand onto your shoulder. Her touch is delicate and familiar. So comforting and soft, you couldn’t help but lean into her. “You see now that I’d actually kill for you. And I’d do it again because I love so much, darling.” She leans down, tilting her head and brushing her lips against yours.

“Do you love me?” Your breathing quickens, reaching up and curling your fingers around the back of her neck to pull her closer. You eagerly tangle your hands in her hair as she moans, boldly pushing her tongue between your lips.

The kiss deepens and the world fades away. The heat of the moment, the rush of desire. It all felt so good, you could feel it in your chest and your stomach. You pull away and she whimpers, chasing your lips until you place a hand on her chest. Your faces now smeared with blood, you both smile. To others, this moment would be disturbing and inhumane. But for you and Wanda, it feels like the two of you against the world.

“I love you too, Wanda.”

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[l13]

hmm idk this is fluffy but i feel like ghost would secretly melt every time his gf would call him ‘angel’

wdym i love fluffff, send me fluffy asks i love emm:(

cw: pure fluff, f!reader

imagine you and ghost are cuddling, nd you're laying on your back with his hands wrapped around your middle, his head resting against your chest while you're talking about random stuff. And suddenly, nicknames come up, and you realize that you always call him either Simon or Ghost, despite him using 'lovie/love, baby, sweeatheart' regularly on you. Well... most of them were spoken in private, away from prying eyes, but STILL.

You were in shock that you'd never chosen anything for him, and kinda offended on behalf of him, too. He chuckled at your behavior, saying he really didn't care, but you insisted that he needed something. So you started to list off potential nicknames for him,

"Ghostie-"

"Absolutely not."

"Yeah that's bad, umm oh!! You can be my pookie bear,"

he nudged your side softly, the corner of his lips quirking up in amusement "Stop it."

"I'm just playing. I can call you love, too, yknow. You're my love."

You run your fingers through his hair, smiling dumbly at the way you feel his breath hitch, but then he's huffing "That's your nickname, love, you can't have it."

"But I do have it-"

"I have it, and it's for you,"

you purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing, rolling your eyes "Fine." he hums in reply, and you're both quiet for a while, so much so that you think he's fallen asleep.

But then an idea pops into your head and your eyebrows shoot up, "What about angel?"

Ghost doesn't say anything but you can hear the sharp inhale of his nose, his hands tightening the slightest bit around you "Nah,"

you pout down at him, tilting your head to try and get a glimpse of his face, "Why not?"

"Just doesn't fit me, 's all." and you would have let it go if his reply had been different, but your gut told you that he was 100% serious,

"Simon.. Look at me," he refused to do so, so you tugged at his hair the slightest bit, and he groaned lowly, turning over so his chest is flush against your own, supporting his weight on his forearms on either side of your head, his nose nudging your own.

your fingers fall from in between his hair, down to his cheeks, to cradle them in your palms as you look at him "You're an angel."

Ghost huffs, "An angel that kills people, sure,"

"Well... in Supernatural that's the norm-"

"Fuckin' hell.." he's rolling his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips nonetheless.

You narrow your eyes at him playfully, "Rule's changed, you don't get a say in this. I'm gonna call you angel, and that's final."

"Great." a snort escapes you at his dryness, and you giggle when he nuzzles his face against your cheek, planting a soft kiss on your cheekbone.

"I want more enthusiasm or else it's gonna change to pookie bear-"

Simon leans back to fully look at you, his eyebrows shot up, eyes seemingly glinting with mock interest "Changed my mind, angel's growin' on me."

"Thought so,"

<3

The next day when you walk in the mission brief room (idk wtf to call it, meeting room??) you mumble a small "Hey, angel," and maybe your brain is still foggy from sleep or maybe you genuinely didn't think much of it, but Soap's cackle is immediate, "Hey bon, listen I'm lovin' the new name but take me out to dinner first, yeah?"

Ghost's dumb grin fades in a millisecond at soap's comment and before he's realizing what he's doing he lets his hand brush your own as you pass by him, and then he's meeting Soap's stunned eyes, "She's talking to me,"

Soap still doesn't know what the fuck is going on when Ghost turns to you, muttering a small "Hi, lovie," your way,

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Unexpected things you did that delight them:  

Riddle Rosehearts, Azul Ashengrotto, Trey Clover, Ruggie Bucci, Malleus Draconia

Content: Fluff

You learned proper tea etiquette for Riddle  

It starts out with you just listening to him correct others as they go throughout the various teatimes of Heartslabyul. How it leads to you thrifting a tea set from a local shop is hard to say, and it’s chipped a bit on the plates, but it holds, and the lady gave it to you for a far cheaper price than she should have. But it cleaned up beautifully, you filled in the cracks with some leftover clay and didn’t even have to repaint it! It was already in Ramshackle blue and green.  

It is embarrassing when he finds you quizzing yourself on the different spoons and plates, but the smile that blooms is worth it.  

You have no idea that when you invite him over for a tea party a few weeks after, it’s the first one that he hasn’t hosted himself. He borrows the same book from the library to brush up on his guest etiquette.  

“Prefect, what are you-ah! A lovely set. If you were needing to learn I would be happy to assist! What teas do you prefer? I will bring complimenting savories or sweets.”  

You carry glasses cleaner for Azul  

Assuming you don’t carry it already or if you don’t wear glasses. You and Azul usually spend a lot of time at Octavinelle but occasionally he will come to Ramshackle. He has since seen the work that you put into fixing up the place and the furniture you've built and appreciates it a way that the others can’t. Afterall, many of his own pieces are repaired or thrifted antiques for authenticity.

Lounging on the couch while listening to one of the jazz records he brought, you take the glasses from his hand when he realizes that he forgot his own cleaner.  

“Prefect, why would you have glasses wipes, you don’t wear any. Ah, you carry them for me. How thoughtful of you, my friend! I hope I’m not putting you out any.” 

You baked him a birthday cake for Trey  

Everyone gets nervous when Trey’s birthday comes around. How do you bake for a baker? He got past the disappointed feeling a long time ago though, perfectly prepared to make his own birthday cake.  

What isn’t accounted for you is pushing him out of the kitchen, declaring it against the rules for him to bake his own birthday cake. He could fight you on it, but he’s intrigued at this point on what you will make.  

What he doesn’t anticipate is a simple vanilla cake with a blueberry filling, a light buttercream frosting and candied violets and almonds scattered on the top. It’s simple but delicious and clearly just for him.

“You’ve got some real potential here. Where did you learn to make candied violets? You foraged and learned how just for me? Ah, that was too much for me. Thank you.”  

You clean Ruggie’s ears 

Ruggie does a lot of things to ensure everybody else gets taken care of, which means sometimes he neglects himself a bit. The showers got trashed over at Savanaclaw so he asks to use yours after a particularly messy Spelldrive Practice. As long as Grim can play with the disk in the backyard with the ghosts, it’s a deal for you.  

He comes out fluffy, hair sticking out in all sorts of places, which means you can see inside his ears and see the dirt still stuck in there. Offering to clean them wasn’t a big deal to you, you have to for Grim all the time.  

It gets awkward for a minute when he lays his head in your lap, but as soon as the cotton hits the inside and starts wiping up all the dirt and grim, he’s putty in your hands  

“I swear they weren’t that bad but-oh. Oh that’s nice. I think I can hear colors now. And your heartbeat. What’s got you racing, huh? I didn’t moo. I did not!” 

You got pictures of his family for Malleus  

This man has pictures of himself and his parents up on the walls, but none of the rest of his family. So, you work with the ghost for a long time, getting candid shots and other bit and pieces and slowly pulling them together. When Malleus’s birthday rolls around, you actually feel nervous about it.  

When he opens his present, to see the photo album, he gets unexpectedly quiet and soft, scanning through the quotes and stories written off to the side. You give little tidbits of how you get some shots, especially the times where you were sure that Lilia knew but didn’t say anything.  

Some even had him! Silver putting him in a headlock during some play wrestling, Lilia tapping his nose while playing chess, a rare moment of him and Sebek reading together where the half fae is actually relaxed.  

At the bottom are small, framed photos of what you thought were the best ones. Silver in his armor, surrounded by animals and birds alike, his sword gleaming with sunlight, looking gentle and graceful and alert. Sebek on horseback, wind streaking his hair to his skull and grinning like a madman, his favorite stead racing fearlessly. Lilia leaning against the railing of the balcony of Diasomnia dorm and watching the sunset, eyes fond and pink in the dying light. 

“I can’t think of a single present I have ever received that has been as thoughtful as this one. Your heart truly knows a kindness that is rare, my friend. But you are missing. Let us take one together. A selfie, yes?”  

[smoothlikealikeasnake]

Strong Coffee and Sweet Cakes

Chapter Five ‘Love: redefined’

Genre - BTS FF, a/b/o dynamics, a/b/o BTS and MC, Ot7 x fem MC/reader, so fluffy, little angst, eventual smut

Warnings - uncertainty, tension and little bit of characters being upset, tiredness and exhaustion, lmk if there’s anything to add! x

Summary - A new cafe near the Hybe building will change the 7 members of Bangtan’s lives forever, 7 alphas in a pack? A recipe for disaster. Until a sweet omega starts to stir up their world with a little bit more sugar and slowly their loneliness dissolves

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Author Notes - Okay I STRUGGLED here. I wrote the final scene before I wrote the rest and i worry it doesn’t quite fit in but… oh well. If it doesn’t then imagine it as a bonus scene 😭

Walking into the dorms after the car ride had Jimin hit with a wave of exhaustion, wanting to get to his bed and just crash, half lulled to sleep already. He explained what happened to Yoongi; Yoongi listened intently and gave his comments here and there; mostly he just watched Jimin talk fondly, a sense of calm and satisfaction settling in his bones from it. By the time they were back, Jimin looked lovestruck from recollecting it all.

Yoongi had already begun to think that you’d potentially, most definitely, grow into someone more than just the cafe owner to them; he felt it; he saw it; and he welcomed it.

Jimin’s intent to get in and fall straight asleep was paused when, the moment he stepped into the home, multiple pairs of eyes shot straight to him and steps could be heard rushing in because Jimin smells so heavily of you that it flooded through the house 10x more than his own scent.

It smells like you’ve spent hours scenting him, his own scent mild underneath it all, it’s primarily because he did just spend over an hour in your apartment, completely surrounded by your scent and none else. He’d showered so his scent was mild in comparison too and with your clothes on- Yeah.

What doesn’t help is the droopy eyes, sluggish movements and lovestruck sort of look in Jimin’s eyes whilst Yoongi is standing behind him with a content, calm and satisfied smile.

“Why do you-”

“You smell like Y/n-”

“Jimin where have you-”

The voices all call out at once. Jimin spots the couch and makes his way over, dragging his limbs and ignoring them momentarily except when he gets there and rounds it; instead of simply sitting or lying down, he's tackled. In a split second, he’s grabbed, dragged down and flopped on top of; his yelp is high-pitched, he’s absolutely shocked and he can’t even scramble to get up before trying to work out what’s happening.

On top of him is a heap of muscle, half-asleep, instinct-ridden muscle, pulling him down in his sleep haze, nose taking deep inhales of his clothes and hair.

Jungkook had been asleep on the couch, a nap, when he half-woke up to the ruckus of the other members voices and then his nose began twitching, eyebrows furrowing and that scent-—so close-— So rather than really waking up, his alpha kind of just took over, grabbing onto Jimin’s sleeve when he was in reach and tackling him down, seeking out more and more as he layed pretty much flat on top of him, eyes still closed, ears blocking out most of the noise.

He’s sniffing all over, clumsily trying to find a scent gland, the source of your scent, but since he can’t find one, he’s just scrambling to inhale across the collar of the hoodie and at Jimin’s hair, where the scent glands in your wrists had brushed over and over it, depositing your scent there subconsciously.

“Jungkook-” - Jimin gets out, trying to move the lump of muscle and kicking his legs under him; he's actually struggling because Jungkook's just laying deadweight on him, not even conscious yet. Jungkooks kind of just grumbling, instinct ridden mind so confused on why he can smell that scent so heavily but not find a real source, a raw source; its more secondary but so strong-

Everyone is stopping momentarily- frozen, shocked. Then, cutting through the silence is Yoongi, doubling over in hysterical laughter, as if this is the funniest thing in the world.

Of course everyone knows Jungkook took a very specific liking to your scent from when you first met- it was strange and shocking considering his pickiness, and now he’s desperately seeking it out, so close yet so far away. They just never thought it was to the extent where, half asleep, Jungkook would tackle Jimin and seek it out.

Jimin’s clothes are riddled with your raw scent, not your half-potent, scent-blocked scent. His own is extremely mild, which is why it makes sense that Jungkook’s alpha is confused.

Kind of coming back to himself, Jimin wrangles his arms free and shakes Jungkook a little, waking him up just enough to have his eyes squinting open, and then he’s also freezing, so confused it’s maddening. What is he doing and why does Jimin smell like that-

“Jimin?” - He groggily asks, head tilted and then rolling to the side and consequently rolling onto the floor with a thump that positively wakes him up, rubbing his head and just staring in confusion.

Jimin sits up, finally able to breathe properly, and puffs out an absolutely flabbergasted breath, running his hands through his hair to fix it where Jungkook had rubbed his nose and cheeks all over it and messed it up.

“Yes, Jimin- Not Y/n” - He says with a grumble; he just wanted to come in and go to sleep, but instead he got manhandled down and crushed.

“What?...” - Jungkook asks, so confused. Why is Jimin saying not Y/n and why was he there? It takes another inhale to fully wake up, eyes shooting open and looking at Jimin like he's just murdered someone. He takes in his appearance; he recognises those trousers; those aren’t Jimins, definitely don’t smell like them either…

“Jesus christ, Jungkook” - Jin says, coming over and helping him up from the ground. Jungkook’s hair is ruffled and messy, one of his eyes still trying to shut and block out the bright lights. Yoongi’s on the other side of the room, still laughing; they all just look at him incredulously.

Jungkook is clingy to them; he will happily pull them down or drop down next to them and wrap his arms around them whenever he can, and none of them really mind, Jimin especially since he’s the exact same, but he’s never done that before.

If Jungkook had puppy ears, they’d be pinned against his head right now. He doesn’t understand; he doesn’t understand why they are all looking at him like that and what he was doing.

It’s not like he was trying to harm Jimin at all-—of course not; none of them think that—but he’s never acted quite so instinctual before in front of them all; it’s a thing they’ve only seen in fleeting moments. Jungkook keeps his instincts on a very tight leash; they all do, of course, but he has never taken an interest in any omegas. That's what makes this all so much more shocking. He was grumbling out as if he was going ‘mine, mine, mine,’ smelling that scent.

Namjoon rubs a hand over his face because they’ve not known you all that long, but it seems like you’re taking a big impact on their lives and behaviours without them truly knowing the extent.

“Im sorry…” - Jungkook says, tone like a scolded puppy, looking at Jimin in shame, but Jimin isn’t angry, of course not; he was just- surprised.

“It’s okay kookoo-ah.”

It’s safe to say Jungkook had a long, hard think trying to decipher what was going on with his instincts and mind after that; why does he feel jealous after Jimin tells them all about his evening? In fact, why do they all feel jealous after?

“Okay, so note to self, don’t let Jungkook fall asleep in Y/n’s cafe” - Taehyung says after, trying to brighten Jungkook’s dampened mood. He’s always so in control, so why are you making him feel like this?

Instincts are strange things; many believe that your counterpart is meant to be a guide, that you should oblige with what they are trying to tell you. Of course, you should be in control and be able to resist your instinct at times; it's just hard to differentiate when those times are. If you listen well enough, your counterpart will push you towards fate; that becomes hard when you teach yourself to completely resist everything your instincts tell you to; it makes you confused, nervous, even shameful. Finding a balance is incredibly hard; once you’ve got the hang of it, pushing it away is easier than giving in. That isn’t always the right choice, though. Sometimes you need to listen; sometimes it's right, and things will come for the better.

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“Jimin couldn’t get here today so he asked me to return your clothes, ‘sugar’” - Yoongi had come in when it was less busy, a small bag of your clothes in hand, teasing with his gummy smile when he called you by Jimin’s favourite nickname for you. You glare at him half-heartedly, reaching out and taking the bag of clothes. It’s only two days after the day it rained; in that time, Jimin-—and the others-—had absolutely devoured your scent on the clothes even if they won’t admit it, and when it was time to wash them, Jimin couldn’t resist lightly scenting them. They smell of clean and Jimin and faintly of everyone in their pack even without you bringing them up to your nose, and it nearly knocks you clean off your feet, a blush heavy over your cheeks.

“Thank you; would you like anything?” - You try to push down the blush by distracting yourself and speaking like normal even if you did clear your throat; Yoongi knows; he can clearly see the fluster on your face, but he doesn’t prod, not at first at least.

“An iced americano and one of the slices of cheesecake, please” - He’s taken a liking to your raspberry cheesecake, and you can’t blame him; it is good if you do say so yourself. You nod with a smile and begin to work on it; Yoongi waits by the counter, but maybe this is a good time to dig a little deeper.

“Do you wear scent blockers, Y/n?” - Yoongi knows you do, you look at him with a little furrow of your brows; He’s always been blunt, so you should really expect it by now, but it’s not the question you’re expecting.

“I do, patches.” - You touch just under your ear and push your hair out of the way to show him; he hums and nods

“Why? Is it because you can’t smell me?” - You tease, smirking a little and laughing. Alphas, always curious.

“No, in fact, your scent is very strong to me; it’s been stronger since yesterday though” - He says it so casually you nearly drop the espresso you’re holding because that’s not right-—he really shouldn’t be able to smell you much at all, and what does he mean stronger?!

“Maybe you're getting mixed up with the smell of the pastries; they are similar” - You try to reason; that's what your friends always say anyway, that it easily blends in. He shakes his head, certainty in his voice.

“Nope, similar but not the same.” - You falter. Are your scent blockers not working anymore? Do you need to use stronger ones? The girls havent said anything and surely they would-

“But then, I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you we all wear them every day too” - ‘We all’ meaning him and his pack. You turn to him fully this time, cup of ice abandoned momentarily because he’s playing tricks on you surely; you know for certain they don’t wear scent patches, they can’t; you know they are there before they even walk through the cafe’s door; the chime of the bell isn’t even needed to alert their presence because their scents are so potent.

“You’re lying” - You say and laugh it off, regain your composure and continue making his drink, ignoring his next response until you walk over to hand him his coffee and cheesecake.

“Am I?” - And then he's leaning his arms on the counter casually, brushes his hair out of the way, and there it is-—not just on his neck but on the scent glands on his wrist too-—scent blocker patches, almost identical to yours. But that’s not possible because Yoongi’s whisky-like scent is washing over you in waves, just as strong as anyone else who comes in, dare you say a lot stronger than anyone else.

But then again, he could be wearing cologne the same as his scent; some people do that to enhance and strengthen their scent- which would be weird since hes wearing blockers but then again-

You try to reason with yourself, but you can’t deny the way the smell seems to alter your brain chemistry every time he comes in, alongside the rest of the boys scents too.

Schooling your face into one of faux annoyance, you roll your eyes at him and laugh it off again. Place down his order in front of him and jokingly shoo him away; he smirks, knowing he's going to get you to think about it properly, and says his goodbyes over his shoulder while he leaves.

Thinking years and years back, you recall a lesson you had in school, basic counterpart biology. Nowadays, scent blockers are incredibly effective, but if the will of your counterpart is strong enough—your omega, in your case—they can overrule them for certain people, allowing you to smell them even through scent blockers.

It’s something that developed centuries ago, with people your counterpart deems worthy or rather- safe-—even from a first meeting, your scents can almost triple in intensity. Scent blockers make your scent mild to others; they can still identify whether you are alpha, beta or omega and identify some of the notes of your scent, but the effects and intensity of the scents are miniscule.

The intensifying case originally developed in your biology to allow packs and mates to be able to find you even in dire situations, even if your scent has significantly weakened. You know that some parents experience it with their children; mates experience it sometimes too. It’s something that used to be followed in identifying what people often call ‘fated mates’, the other person, or people, your counterpart feels is perfectly aligned with you. In other words, it signifies an incredibly strong, fated or biological connection.

It’s a lot less common now; living in urban environments made it nearly die out too. Therefore, that surely can’t be the case and can’t possibly even be relevant, so you don’t know why you’d even think back to it.

Pushing it out of your mind and refusing to dwell on it is a whole lot easier than listening to your omega whine about it being true and facing that potential reality.

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Later that evening you’ve swarmed yourself in your job so much that it’s slipped out of your mind, just like you wanted it too until its nearly closing. You haven’t seen any of the other boys other than Yoongi today- not that it matters or anything-

Around this time, you turn the music a little louder, for your own satisfaction really, theres usually barely anyone here so it becomes your little heaven, looking more like a jazz club than a cafe when it gets dark from the warm, dim lights and the furniture you had picked.

Right around 10 minutes before closing, Hoseok and Taehyung walk in, waltzing over to the counter, ordering their preferences for the day and you go about it as usual, they ask how your day was, you ask it back, that sort of thing.

“Sit in or to go?” - You don’t see Hoseok look down at his watch and frown, realising how close it is to closing and then you look back up, they had planned to sit in but hadn’t checked the time before coming.

“Your closing soon right?” - He asks, you nod but before he can say anything you quickly add a few words on, you don’t know why but you really dont mind the 7 staying a little after closing if its just them, they are nice company, you enjoy it. In fact, its become a sort of routine for you and Namjoon to stay long after closing together a few times a week anyway.

“I’ll probably have another hour-ish before i leave so you can sit in if you’d like” - Smiling gently, not pushing but you doubt he would of mentioned it had they not been considering staying. Taehyung looks at you in surprise, answering before Hoseok could.

“Are you sure?”

“I am, i really don’t mind” - You nod firmly, you just have a bit of cleanup and then to check on the prep for tomorrow and maybe you’ll bake a few batches of cakes and cookies for tomorrow anyway.

“We’ll sit in then, kick us out as soon as you want too though” - Hoseok tells you, he says it firmly but theres a teasing smile there, you laugh a little and nod

They go and sit down, you make their drinks, a tea for Taehyung and a fresh fruit smoothie for Hoseok, you take it as they don’t have to go back to the studio after because Hoseok isn’t ordering a coffee and it brings a smile to your face, glad they are atleast leaving at a sensible time today.

“Do you think Jungkook’s seen her since?” - Hoseok asks, Jungkooks been particularly quiet since the whole Jimin, you, scent tackle incident. Taehyung frowns.

“I think he’s scared too, you know” - Hoseok huffs out at Taehyung’s answer. Jungkook isn’t going to get anywhere avoiding you, you don’t even know what happened anyway.

“Funny to think Mr Seven Days a Week is acting like this over a girl” - Hoseok tries to lighten Tae’s mood a little, it does bring a smile to his face though.

“Alright, well Mona Lisa is borderline explicit too” - Taehyung defends, laughing out a little now

“Key word: borderline, and- im not avoiding her” - Hoseok gestures to around him and you, as if to say look where we are, to prove his point.

“Everyone in the group with an explicit song seems to get a bit clumsy around her you know” - Taehyung laughs out thinking about how Namjoon, usually confident and bright, acts like a lost puppy around you.

“Are you talking about Mr. Pro rider?” - Hoseok smirks and pushes but then he thinks and adds

“Although, Yoongi is particularly bold with her so maybe those two are just the unlucky ones” - It’s fun to tease eachother, they always do, pushing and prodding at eachothers new songs whenever their even somewhat explicit.

“Well if we are talking borderline explicit you and Jimin seem to do well with her too so maybe they are just unlucky” - Tae shrugs, both of them agree there.

“I get him though, Jungkook” - Hoseok sighs out, he pities Jungkooks current internal battle, hes running from his own instincts because he doesn’t know what to do about his body reacting like this.

“So do I; I don’t think he’s felt like this before, we know hes had his experiences and whatever, but he values that control; he fully pushes away what his alpha tries to tell him unlike you and and pretty much all of us who embrace it a little more” - Taehyung tells him, thinking back to what he knows about everyone and their relationship history. Jungkook is particularly closed off, he likes being in his comfort zone.

“And how about you?” - Hoseok already knows how he is starting to feel about you, how he’s felt pulled to you from your first meeting, he has just enough balance with his alpha to keep himself in check, listen and give in sometimes, hold back at others.

“Im… just… seeing how it plays out” - Tae says, scratching at his neck because although his alpha isn’t having him drop onto Jimin because he smelt like you, your slowly invading his brain more and more, you’re scent driving him a little more crazy every time he sees you.

Before Hoseok can respond, your coming over with their drinks and cakes, your hairs down now, having just turned the sign to closed and you’ve foregon your apron, it lets them see how your t-shirt clings to you in all the right places, tucked neatly into your jeans which Taehyung finds himself really hoping arent uncomfortable on your skin, okay maybe he is more affected than he’s letting on because the thought of the denim being scratchy on you is enough for him to have to refrain a snarl from slipping out.

You tend to douse yourself in oversized clothes and the only time they’ve seen you other that is in your usual jeans and shirt and an apron, it hides pretty much everything about your body but with it off they can see the curve of your waist, the way your thighs pull at the wide-leg jeans and your t-shirt a bit tight around your breasts but they try to rid that thought from their minds- quickly at that. They can’t really think about it any longer without feeling their own alphas rise to the surface despite just talking about pitying Jungkook for the same thing.

You’re just about to leave when you contemplate for a second and look at them both, they wait exptectantly for you to speak

“Do you mind if i turn the music up a bit louder?” - You turn it up close to closing but when you have actually closed, you like to turn it up a bit more and dive into the music whilst you finish up.

“You can do whatever you want, angel” - Hoseok says a bit too fast to stop the nickname from slipping out and he freezes, Taehyung looks at him a bit shocked, you absolutely stun on the spot, lips parted in a silent gasp and cheeks flushing at a record-breaking rate, you puff your cheeks up and merely reply with a little ‘mhm’, a bit too high-pitched to be normal and spin on your foot booking it across the room to distract yourself.

Your hands fall to your cheeks, feeling the heat there and goddamn it your about to purr again- what is it with them and making you feel like this?! Your omegas chanting something distantly in your mind, purring away ‘angel, angel, angel’ like its a mantra you live by. And now, why are you smiling? Scrap that, beaming?! Your hearts racing faster than you can quite comprehend so you quickly turn the music to try and busy yourself.

“I think we should stop talking about Jungkook’s avoiding issue and start keeping it to ourselves because…” - Taehyung trails off, Hoseok agrees with a curt nod and they try and act like nothing happens. Hoseok’s alpha is pushing and growling in content, trying to make him voice it but he won’t.

Luckily for them, and you, as you had said, your music gets louder, a slow song that Taehyung is oh so familiar with ringing throughout the cafe. ‘Strangers in the night’ by Frank Sinatra. He perks up as it begins, looking at you across the room and to his delight, your gently humming and ever so slightly swaying as you neaten up the other side of the cafe, you hardly notice Taehyung’s scent spike in delight and the way he’s just staring at you.

Hoseok watches, amused, knowing Taehyung isn’t going to get up and do anything without a bit of encouragement but he sees a memory to be made, a joy to have. You make your way closer to them after just a moment, they can hear you humming along more clearly now.

“Go, get up” - is all Hoseok says and Taehyung looks at him as if asking him what he’s talking about, trying to play it off but he gets a kick to his ankle under the table and then Taehyung’s jolting up, taking his chance when you’re about to walk past them.

You don’t notice him getting closer as your back is to them both but Taehyung takes his courage and walks behind you, gently taking your hand and spinning you to face him, the touch electric and surprising, you let out a quiet yelp and there he is, standing over you, gently leaning down to your ear and whispering oh so intimately.

“Dance with me” - You stare at him in shock for a moment, giggling a bit and telling him the truth.

“I can’t dance” - Is all you say, he shakes his head at you and whispers again, his warm breath dancing over your air and you feel like your suffocating, in the best way, your heart tight and breathing a little uneven.

“You can, trust me” - He leans back and holds out his hand to you, letting you pick whether to take it, you do. You slowly put yours in his, he brings it up to his neck, wrapping it around and your other hand follows, his skin warm and soft against your fingers, the soft hairs at the nape of his neck tickling you and then he gives you a warm smile, hovering his own hands over your waist and guides you into the same soft sway you’ve been doing subconsciously, but this time, with him. Your both a little clumsy at first, getting used to eachothers rhythm or rather- you trying to replicate his and giggle together until you find a good pace.

Taehyung’s own heart is racing as you wait for his guidance, he settles his hands on your waist softly, your gasp swallowed by the music, theres a small bit of room between you two and its like you’re in a different world, gently swaying and turning, theres a smile you cant hide on your face, your heart in your ears.

One of Taehyung’s hand’s leaves your waist to hold one of yours, his arm guiding you to spin and you do, the turn eliciting a giggle out of you, this time, when you’re back facing his front, you close the distance, your feet between his own and you rest your cheek on his chest, swaying so softly around the cafe. When the song ends you feel disappointed but Taehyung doesnt let go, ‘Misty’ By Ella Fitzgerald begins to play and he simply sways you even slower. You can hear his heart beating fast through his broad chest, hes firm and warm, his hands big and you feel safe, comforted, romantic. Your eyes close, letting him completely guide your every step, arms clinging around his neck and he dips his head to rest it on your own, even if it hurts his neck a little. Your flush against eachother, two souls as one.

Taehyung has never felt so blissful, watching you occasionally, feeling your soft breathing against him and it feels like his thoughts just disappear, your small, soft under his hands and he loves it, your scents even sweeter than normal, he’s sure it’ll stick to his clothes after this. Against his chest, your deeply inhaling his own scent, sighing out in blis and your mind feels a little hazy, you could stay here forever. If there was even the tiniest gap between you, you both lean in to fill it, pressing close to eachother. Your purring, you don’t realise but Taehyung does, so does Hoseok, he can hear it from where he’s watching you two. Taehyung reciprocates your purrs with his own sweet grumbles.

A few songs play after, neither of you are too sure what they were because theres better things to focus on, he spins you occasionally, you giggle everytime, spinning right back into his waiting arms seemingly even closer than before. His arms are wrapped fully around your waist rather than just holding the sides now, when you slowly come to a stop you both just stand there holding eachother, you feel relaxed enough to sleep right then and there, against his chest and you reluctantly open your eyes and look up at him with stars in your eyes, he looks down at you with the same and you break into the biggest smile he’s ever seen on you.

Its hard to break away from eachother but you do, eventually.

“I definitely still can’t dance but its a start” - Is all you can manage to say and Taehyung gives you that boxy smile, the one that cold melt thousands of hearts

“I’ll teach you more” - Its a promise and one that allows you to fully step back and tell him you’re just going to keep finishing up. He nods, and as you pass Hoseok, he gives you a wink, finally setting in your brain what just happened. You’re blushing so heavily it looks like you’re going to blow up, and every step you take feels hazy; your eyes are a little low. It’s the kind of look that makes alphas like Tae and Hoseok want to leap to protect you. You’re a little vulnerable like this, and it’s unfamiliar. A lot of things are unfamiliar lately, but you have to embrace change, especially when it feels this good.

You can hardly get around to the few small tasks you were going to do-—let alone even think about any baking right now. you almost feel intoxicated; you almost feel a little dizzy with it all but you want to stay in this exact state, and- you want to find a nest, build a nest, anything to do with a nest, right now…

You can’t- theres nowhere right to make a nest here… There are chairs and blankets and pillow though… It would be weird for you to make even a half nest here- without knowing, you stand at one of the blanket piles, kneading the top one over and over, deep in your own battle. It’s all you can do to not make any kind of nest.

Taehyung falls into the chair and slumps with a big, almost sleepy smile. Hoseok laughs at him a little.

“I’ll send you the videos” - Is all Hoseok says, and Taehyung’s eyes shoot open because not once did he see Hoseok recording, but then again, he had other focuses.

Under the dim, warm lights, dancing around the cafe with you, his heart beating so fast he could simply pass out, but he’s too happy for that. They both sit in a comfortable silence with your music playing in their ears until Hoseok glances over and spots you across the cafe, your back towards them, but your hands are moving over and over something… the blanket pile. He keeps leaning back in the chair to get a different angle, and from there he can see you staring at the blanket a little conflicted and holding it tight, kneading it over and over.

Tae looks over too, trying to work out what your doing when a possibility flickered through his mind-

“Is she…” - Is all he can say before Hoseok gets up and out of his chair, quietly walking over to you. It doesn’t click at first, but then it does- all of the dancing, so close to Taehyung, the hazy look in your eyes after and now… You're trying to nest, or at least thinking really hard about it, somewhere else in your mind, subconcious. His alpha whispers in his ear, more like screams at him to take you somewhere safe and lead you to nest, but he knows realistically he can’t really do that; he has to do something though because he can’t stand that conflicted look on your face. You’re confused; you look at your hands like you don’t know what you’re doing, and then you remind him of someone, Jungkook.

Hoseok finds a blanket on the back of a chair; it's thick and relatively heavy and just right. He walks over to you slowly, unfolding the blanket as he nears you. You don’t seem to hear nor smell him approaching even when he puffs his scent out in a soft wave once he nears you. Your nose twitches, but that's all.

Hoseok frowns, walks up to you, and gently wraps the blanket around your shoulders from behind you; in an instant, your body relaxes a little, and your hands grip at the edges of the blanket, tugging it around your body. He can hear how your breathing is unsteady, and when you slowly turn, the glassy look you have over your eyes and the confusion so prominent pull at his heart, and he really has to resist pulling you into his chest so you can use his scent and embrace to calm down.

“Angel…” - Hoseok speaks slowly, trying to get you to really focus on him; you're deep in another sort of headspace, one that's often brilliant, but should you be upset and confused like you are now, it can be terrifying.

Your heart beating in your own ears is louder than Hoseok’s voice; he sounds almost far away. There’s something soft and heavy and warm wrapped around your body, and you’d quite like to slide to the ground right now. You shouldn’t do that though. You’re so deep in your mind that you don’t notice that Hoseok is fluttering his scent around you in small waves, ones that make you breathe in instinctually and subconsciously and then let go again. He saw you were breathing in a weird pattern, hardly enough to be healthy, and when you didn’t respond to him calling out your name, his alpha clawed at him to let him try something. He did, and the scent waves got you in a lot more regular breathing pattern, although the flushes of his scent make your eyes all droopy again. You are more present now, just a little dizzy.

“It’s time to go home, angel; I’m going to drive you. Is that okay?” - He speaks quietly, firm enough for you to feel grounded but not enough to scare you. You’re still only half here, slowly getting back, but you need to be somewhere you feel comfortable, asap and he’s not letting you walk home like this.

You’re confused; you don’t quite know what happened but you nod because the idea of going home like this alone feels really off-putting right now. Namjoon has begun to walk you home after your evenings like this anyway and Jimin and Jungkook do too-

Taehyung sees it happening, clears up their plates, and grabs both of their bags. He couldn’t see what was happening with Hobi standing in front of you, but he can hear it, and he feels bad for not noticing sooner, but he can’t dwell on that right now.

They make sure you lock up and do anything desperately needed, and then they take a short walk with you down to near the Hybe building, Taehyung helping you into Hobi’s car, and it’s only a short ride to your house, but in that time you slumped to the side, leaning your head against Taehyung’s shoulder, who’d opted to sit next to you in the back. His warmth envelopes you enough for you to half-fall asleep, eyes barely open. He has to gently shake you to wake you up enough to get into your building.

You thank them, and Hoseok walks you to the door, his hand hovering over the small of your back, protectively, maybe a bit possessively, never quite touching but nearly. When you get in, all you can think about is your nest, and you don't even unravel the blanket still held around your shoulders before barreling in and dozing off.

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“What was that, hyung” - Taehyung slowly realises that while he thought he wasn’t, he might be in a very similar boat to Jungkook because he has absolutely no idea what just happened; he wouldn’t have known what to do- not unless he listened to his alpha- whom he pushed back in that moment.

“Something kind of similar to what happened with Kook, except she was physically awake and he wasn’t” - It’s the only way Hoseok can compare it to something, this way it makes sense, at least more than it did

“Probably being so close triggered her instincts and put her in a less conscious state; i don’t think she is used too it… Most omegas get like that with scenting, and it often forces a need to nest and scent amongst other stuff.” - Hoseok hadn’t yet moved the car, not taking his eyes off the door in case you suddenly came rushing back down. Taehyung furrows his brows because…

“But i didn’t scent her” - Taehyung mumbles out in confusion but Hoseok just gave him a ‘are you serious’ kind of look

“So rubbing your cheek all over her head wasn’t you scenting her?” - Hoseok asks, eyebrows raised in sarcasm. Taehyung slumps; he hadn’t noticed he was scenting you.

“I mean, yeah, it’s probably the mildest form of scenting, but she was rubbing into your chest and your arms too; it probably rubbed off on her a whole lot more than either of you think” - Hoseok reasons. Taehyung frowns because he really hadn’t realised; he wishes he had.

“Anyways, i don’t think she’s used too it, scenting nor her headspace.” - Hoseok continues, shaking his head, finally putting the car in drive and slowly pulling away.

Taehyung’s alpha is full of pride for being able to lead you into said headspace but he’s also internally whining since he wasn’t the one to help you or comfort you and bring you back to being calm when you were so confused.

“It’s only really safe for her to fall into that sort of space when she’s somewhere she can comfortably nest and do anything she needs too, imagine if Jungkook had tackled Jimin and done that anywhere but at home” - Hoseok is conflicted for leaving you alone but also knows you might not have appreciated him staying, he can only hope that you won’t feel upset after you come back to yourself.

Taehyung realises quickly that he isn’t nearly as confident with the relationship you are all slowly beginning to form as he thought he was and the moment they get back he is researching and researching, anything and everything to do with Omegas so he isn’t caught not knowing what to do once again. You’d think he would know, even just instinctually but not quite, their world means they have to learn to get a hold of their instincts and heavily suppress them often.

Scenting is common in packs, they all scent eachother in their pack, some more often than others and they all have their methods, most primarily using their wrists but Jimin and Jungkook and occasionally the others tend to use nuzzling as another form. Its for comfort, calms their instincts enough to be manageable, it’s needed. You on the other hand, only scent your own belongings, of course your friends puff their scent around you when they are out with you but you don’t scent eachother.

A sort of gap, a hole feels a little more full after being mildly scented by Taehyung, a more intense version of the fuzzy feeling you got a glimpse of when Jimin had dried your hair for you and his wrists had occasionally brushed over your head. It lulls you deep into sleep in your nest, laying belly up, strange and different for you- you always curl into yourself or sleep on your front, instinct to protect your belly even if your only in your own nest. You’ll get hung up on what happened tomorrow.

It’s kind of accepted, the slow form of a relationship thats going on between you all, you don’t voice it, in fact you try to ignore it but fate has a funny way of pushing things to happen.

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The following night, you’re getting ready for your weekly dinner with the girls, going somewhere a little more fancy tonight. Physical preparation like choosing a nice silk dress and kitten heels with your hair nicely styled is a small part of the rest of your prep, the mental prep of confronting the development of your relationship with bangtan. This night, you’ll speak to the girls about it, discuss what to do, where to go, explain your mind, your behaviours and hope they can bring you some insight, help you get ready.

That begins after you have had your first drink, just a sweet glass of rosé. Your friends arent blind to what’s been going on, they are simply waiting until you are ready to also confront it.

“I’ve been feeling weird lately” - Is how you start off with, the girls turn their full attention to you, already knowing whats coming and fully prepared, excited for you too.

“Weird how?” - Minnie asks, wanting more information as shes one of the unfortunate ones who isn’t at work with you everyday to see it first hand

“Just very… in tune with my omega?” - They hum in understanding, you fiddle with your fingers trying to think of how to put it into words

“Well… that can happen when you experience changes in a relationship you know” - Miyeon tells you and then continuing

“Is there anyone that could possibly be relevant too?” - They already know there is but this is about going at your pace, helping you confront it and go forward.

“Theres a group, i met them a while ago now and it feels like my omega resurfaces everytime im around them but tenfold…”

“The lovesick puppies” - Soojin states, a knowing smile on her face and you blush a little, grumbling about the name shes chosen

“You should listen Y/n, if it feels right then let it happen” - Minnie tells you, nudging your shoulder where she is next to you

“It feels like i should but its so different and im acting strange around them, like… giggly and feeling fuzzy” - You cringe at your own description of it but thats what it is… Some of them laugh a little at your expression.

“Oh Y/nnie, come on, tell us about it”

“I feel safe around them, like a different kind of comfort and then i feel all strange like- when Jimin was at my apartment my omega was telling me to take him to my nest?!” - You whisper yell the end of it, clearly conflicted and taking another gulp of your wine. They coo and fret as if it’s the cutest thing in the world, gushing and practically petting your head like a dog.

“You like them Y/n, or atleast, your omega does.” - Soyeon tells you, looking at you fondly, you furrow your brows because in reality, you know that, you’ve just tried to ignore it.

“Yesterday, i was dancing with Taehyung and after i just couldn’t stop thinking about nesting and having his scent close, i didnt even feel fully present it was so weird…” - You shoot them a look as if to say - dont pry about the dancing - and they dont, even if theres a few wiggles of eyebrows and smirks around.

“Did he scent you?”

“I dont know?-” - You look at her mentally saying, ‘did you not just hear what i said i wasn’t really all there.’ and she puts her hands up in surrender so Soojin takes over

“You might of got a bit of a scent high, your omega being more present than usual and clearly happy by the sounds of it”

“Oh what do i do…” - You put your head in your hands, a little stressed

“Can i tell you exactly what i think you should do?” - Yuqi asks, you shoot up looking at her like yes- tell me right now…

“Just accept it, let it happen, if it feels right then just see where this goes, let your omega be more present around them, listen and i think you’ll find yourself very happy” - The rest of the girls nod and add little comments, mostly just reinforcing Yuqi’s words and you sit a little conflicted because yeah they are helping but its easier said than done…

“Pushing away what you really want will only hurt Y/n, just try it, yeah?” - Soojin says, arm wrapping around Shuhua happily and the image of those two together helps, her words come from a place of experience and after a small moment of contemplation you nod

“Okay… i’ll try it” - The entire table erupts in cheers and tease, you stubbornly push away all their hands, fixing your ruffled hair and Minnie calls thats shes getting another round of wines for you all in celebration

You still don’t know exactly where its going but now, your embracing it.

“Okay now tell us all about the moments your so clearly hiding” - Soyeon pushes, all of them turning to you in agreement, you flush never thinking you’d been obvious but clearly they caught onto your behaviour before you really did yourself.

“Jimin gave me back my clothes and they smelt like him and the pack and i put them straight in my nest…” - You cover your burning face with your hands, smiling beneath them and the girls are loud, teasing and prodding you, pretty much fangirling over your small developments.

“I think they seem very nice, just generally good people” - Minnie says, approving from both the interactions she’s had with them directly and based on what shes seen and heard with you. Yuqi and Soojin agree, nodding and sharing your little secrets about always letting them stay late and reserving their favourite’s for them.

“I think your more whipped than you realise Y/nnie” - Miyeon tells you, smiling and cooing.

“Theres one thing that’s kinda stuck with me though…” - You trail off, they push you to tell them

“I wear scent patches pretty much all the time but Yoongi told me it’s as if i dont and that he can smell me, like really strong even with them on and then he showed me he was wearing them too and that all of them wear them but thats not possible because their scents are so- strong” - You furrow your brows, still hooked on that whole interaction even if you did try to push it down.

“They definitely wear them Y/n, i can only slightly smell them” - Yuqi tells you, Soojin and Soyeon agreeing

“And we can hardly smell you either, only because we know what you smell like can we really identify it” - Okay this has not exactly helped- you wanted them to say that yeah their scents are overpoweringly strongbut no-

“This is probably more of your omega trying to push you towards them Y/n and their alphas the same, if you like their scents then enjoy it” - Shuhua tells you knowing that it happened with one of her friends and her mate, it only slightly settles you but you just huff out, another gulp of wine and you’re all on your second- some third- glasses by now.

“After your scent started to get sweeter occasionally, I noticed it happens mostly around them you know, and didn’t Dr.Kim tell you that you should be fine getting your heat on time so it wasnt that” - Minnie pushes and the girls gush- you definitely feel bad for the tables around you guys.

“Let’s just agree that you let it happen and see where everything goes?” - Minnie asks and you give a firm nod, refusing to dwell on the little details more right now, especially with you starting to get a bit tipsy.

“Okay but do keep telling us about any of these interactions-” - Shuhua pushes, wiggling her eyebrows at you and you blurt that theres nothing to tell-

Your fancy night ends with them teasing and dancing you around the paths on the walk back to your apartment, tey always do this, make sure you get home first even when you insist you don’t need it. You go to sleep with a lighter mind, a new kind of positivity to where this strange and new road is taking you.

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A few nights later you’re cherishing your slow wind down to closing time. You haven’t seen much of the boys but since your chat with the girls, every time you have seen them it just feels a little more right, easier and you welcome it. It’s been a long day, you’ve felt particularly jittery and a little like you don’t want to be around so many people, just one of those days really.

These are the kinds of evenings you often look forward too. When the air is just right, spring is rolling in and its warming up the nights, the sun looks particularly beautiful in its descent tonight. It may be your favourite time of day, this very particular window of time. The moon is slowly rising, you can’t help but look and smile whilst in-between the few customers that come in at this time. It’s a quiet evening, you appreciate that.

As much as you love the bustle and energy your cafe gets most days, these quieter evenings are the ones you cherish. The lighting of the cafe is always just a dim, warm light, to mimic your favourite time of the day. The music feels distant but oh so present at the same time, blissful. Theres barely a few customers in now, you have 30 minutes until closing and if you get lucky, there will be maybe 1 or 2 more tonight.

He doesn’t disturb your peace, Namjoon, he comes in and no matter what he did, you think he couldn’t pause your bliss. He’s kind of like these evenings, sometimes when you glance over you think he shouldnt be here, not in the heart of Seoul, he should be somewhere in the countryside, rural, delicate, so naturally beautiful.

You find he has a preference for coming in at this time when he can, sits in the same spot everytime, the best spot in the cafe in your opinion. He has his glasses on tonight, a book in hand, this is how these evenings go, you will slowly finish up, making yourself a sweetened fruit tea, sometimes you vary your choice, go for a different kind of tea, most of the time you don’t. Pick out one of your bakes, usually one you’ve reserved for yourself at the beginning of the day before setting them on display and quietly, without a word, you’ll make your way over. Namjoon’s presence is a balm to your slight jitters, you wouldn’t want any other company - other than maybe any of the others in bangtan too.

The silence is always welcomed between you two, always. Neither of you know when it became so routine but he will briefly lift his eyes from his book, even though he knows its you by the doughy, sweet scent that gently fluffs around him like the pillows hes lying back on. A small smile is sent your way, its enough to tell you how his day has been, just by the energy behind that momentary smile. You’ll quietly begin to eat whatever you’ve chosen for the day, Namjoon will read to the end of his chapter.

Only then will he dog-ear the page; he never has a bookmark on hand. He sets it down, you read the title, then you’ll look back up at him, offer a satisfied smile, always because you are usually naturally happy at this time of day. Namjoon always looks especially handsome with his glasses on, then often slip and he gently pushes them back up, the same way he wipes his curtains out of his face when they get a little too long.

Namjoon’s tired today, not upset but just tired. Your presence is welcomed, he appreciates it, you seem to understand without a single word.

You always stare out, daydream of one day residing in what you hope to call your forever home, somewhere with a view that looks especially beautiful at this time of day. You never fret, never push at his shoulders to tell you how hes feeling, never be anything but yourself because as far as your instinct to care and dote goes, this is what Namjoon needs. Your omega settles when you simply accompany Namjoon, let him lead if he would like to talk, guide the conversation when he gets a little frustrated, you know he appreciates it.

Namjoon’s always curious as to how you take your tea, you cycle through a specific few colours of tea each time you end up here - a few times a week at the very least. While you have a preference for your teas, what flavours you pick and the specific levels of sweetness, you don’t have a preference for the mug that holds it, never particular, never the same.

He’s grown partial to a mint tea in the evenings, a half teaspoon of honey when he does it the first time. Every time, you set out the little pot of honey for him to make it to his taste for the first cup he has, the second cup he has is always after you’ve arrived, you do it for him that time. Sometimes you add a singular drop extra, on the days where you claim he needs the extra sweetness with a teasing smile, if he has a third, you do it for him then too. It’s just how it goes.

Halfway through your time together, you will stand to pull the shutter on the door down and flip the sign to closed, then rejoin him. He’d worried the first time, thinking he should leave, you reassured him you didn’t want him too, since then, he hasnt questioned it.

“Do you think about the future often?” - It’s the first thing he says to you today, since you’ve sat down that is. Perhaps you’d think the first thing he’d ask about is your day, thats often not the case, you like this much more. Namjoon’s intelligent in a way far deeper than academics, he’s still learning he says, still growing, and you believe him but wisdom comes with time and care. His intelligence is refreshing, its raw and real, its sometimes clumsy but this is his first time living, its also yours. You’ve claimed he is far more intelligent than he knows, that you can see it, that you’ve heard and seen it, he didn’t agree, he still doesn’t; that doesn’t matter because we all see the flaws in ourselves far heavier than others will, often we degrade and push down our positives in favour for confronting the negatives.

His emotional intelligence is a positive, hes doesn’t see it the way you see it.

“Occasionally” - You say after a moment, he leaves it open for you to continue, you do.

“We are all living in the present but, i have things i imagine for the future, or rather, id like to hope ill get to experience at some time in my life” - You don’t dote on the future every second of the day, fate is a funny thing, it’s unpredictable, you leave the rest of your life open for question, don’t tie it to an expectation but there are things you’d like to imagine one day you’ll experience.

“Tell me about them” - Is all he says in response, he’s not staring, infact his eyes are kind of lidded, as if he might fall asleep but you know he wont, you know he’s listening. He’s inquisitive, always curious, you like that about him. He likes to learn, learn about the people around him, the general and the not so general, you like that too.

“They are the type of things most people hope to experience; i’d love to travel, to explore the world for what it is, find the beauty in both the rural and urban, to paint a picture of it in my mind for every place i’m able to visit” - Namjoon doesn’t respond, he lets you continue once again because he thinks your mind is truly artistic, beautiful, romantic. You live in the realistic, but you speak to romanticise things your passionate about. He finds that differs from your attempt to make it seem like you say the same as everyone.

“I’d like to see love, from anywhere i am able to visit, maybe one day ill be lucky enough to experience it but- im not set on when, we may be able to mold our futures to an extent but fate can sway and push at anything we might think is set in stone. If i ever fall in love, i think ill treasure it, i’ll forever be grateful, i don’t think every attraction is love, i think it’s something different and otherworldly and that’s why i more so want to see it, to slowly form my own definition for what i think love is.” - You take a sip of your tea as if Namjoon isn’t looking at you like you’ve just fluttered down from heaven. He’s not smiling for a moment but then he is,

“Do you think you’ve seen it before?” - It might seem silly to anyone else to ask that but with what you just said, Namjoon, and you, think its wholly justified. Your smile is faraway, dreamy and its enough of an answer even before you nod. You don’t want to redefine love, you just want to find what it really looks like to you.

“I think love can be fleeting moments, it doesn’t always equivilate to long term but if i could pick, id like to experience both, maybe i already have, maybe i just havent quite realised it yet” - Namjoon’s throat feels dry, he doesn’t get to have these conversations often, you could of answered so simply ‘i want to travel and love’ but you told him how, why, where, you told him it so rawly that it couldn’t be simple, he likes that so much more, he likes you so much more.

Maybe you don’t know what you do to him, maybe you do but it doesn’t matter to Namjoon, you’re a different kind of new for him, sure, hes had deep conversations, of course he has but this feels so different and he embraces it. This is how you grow, this is how you learn.

“Am i rambling?” - You ask, you know he will answer you truthfully.

“Never” - Namjoon answers you breathily; it sounds like its almost pushed out of his chest, genuine, pure.

“Id also like a balcony, this chat would be nice on a balcony” - You add, smile reaching your eyes because its random in comparison to all you’ve just said but Namjoon appreciates it nonetheless and agrees, mind drifting to this exact conversation but on a balcony, somewhere in one of the places you’d want to travel, maybe italy.

Most would think its time for you to reciprocate his questions now but you’ve learnt to understand Namjoon, thats not what he wants, he just wanted to learn, he doesn’t always want to have a back and forth, not in the traditional manner, so you’ll wait. You’ll sit comfortably in silence, watching the sun slowly set, you know he’ll speak up if he wants too, you trust that.

He’s the voice of so much, so often, its part of his life that sometimes silence is his remedy, sometimes he wants to be the listener, he always wants to be the listener with you.

“Tell me more, anything” - Namjoon’s voice is once again breathy, the kind of deep that lulls you into calm. You smile, thinking of something random to tell him. It’s not exactly random though, its meaningful.

“My favourite fruit is a pomegranate” - You give him a slightly brighter smile and he returns one, not as full as yours but he knows you have a reason for it, he wants to know it.

“They take a long time to prepare” - Is all he says, you laugh just a little, nodding. He finds he feels a little clumsy when hes with you, more than usual, in how he speaks, he often feels embarrassed for his blunt answers with you but you never do more than a little laugh, not at him though, you like it.

“I like pomegranates for how they taste, I don’t mind spending 10, maybe 15 minutes taking out every bit of fruit, i’ve learnt the best way to cut them so that i dont bruise or burst a single piece, if your impatient and not careful you’ll waste a lot of the fruit. Good things take time, sometimes a little more work but its worth it to me” - Namjoons still giving you that look; he’s finished his tea and you take his moment of silence to walk to the counter and brew a small pot of mint tea for him, giving him a bit of time to ponder.

When you return, fill his cup and put just the right amount of honey, he blurts out the first thing on his mind, its clumsy, he always is, its cute, you really like it.

“Teach me someday- how to do it” - He says, you look up after and your heart skips a beat, he’s looking at you with so much admiration that you breathe out shakily, warm all over, wrapping yourself in a blanket, gently kneading it with your hands and you nod, promising you will. He sits back when you do, his own heart in his ears, it feels like a promise far deeper than just teaching him how to cut a piece of fruit.

Distracted, he hardly notices how the tea is steaming and just as he lifts his cup to take a sip, you reach out, guiding his hand back down to the table slowly so that he doesn’t spill it, your blanket shifting off your shoulder as you do so, you’re half knelt on the chair to reach over, having brought your legs up and under you. Maybe it’s a little too intimate to other people; you’re basically nesting. Namjoon lets you, encourages it, and feels far less tired for some reason at it.

“It’s hot” - Is all you say and he nods, smiling a little sheepishly, noting to let it cool down before you have to stop him from running straight into disaster again. You giggle at his expression, its music to his ears, he finds himself joining.

You continue your quiet push and pull of the blanket you’ve wrapped around yourself, blinking slowly and your eyes drooping a little but theres no where you’d rather be, not even your nest. It’s true that listening to what your omega wants does feel good, a little bit of light nesting right here in his company is bold but you don’t hold back. Namjoon feels like he could be holding you here, speaks the obvious to give you an out but you shut him down.

“You’re tired” - He says, looking at you with mild concern. You’re nearly nesting right in front of him-—surely you’re uncomfortable, right? You’re not, you feel quite content actually.

“I’m happy” - And Namjoon’s melting all over again, he’ll stay right here until you want to leave. A quiet happy grumble rising in his throat as he cant pry his eyes off of your light nesting right in front of him. So intimate. Safe and comfortable.

Namjoon tends to reveal small things about himself gradually, randomly, either in his stories or just in a sentence in the silence. You smile and register each and every one, mentally noting them and, when its right, giving your input.

His imperfections feel so welcomed by you, each and every one, he can be himself, no expectations, no underlying standard.

He’s travelled, to so many places, something about your input makes him want to do it all over again and more, but in your way this time, go where the wind takes him, hes a romantic at heart and so are you. He wants to go with you this time.

When its finally time to go tonight, he’ll walk you home, walk a lot closer than usual, arms brushing and fingers occasionally reaching out to dance over eachothers, you don’t need to confront how you both want to be hand in hand, it’s a silent agreement. For now, you’ll both settle with this. Subconsciously, you lean a little into Namjoon’s warmth, just like your omega wants and Namjoon leans his own body just a little closer for you. Omegas run colder after all, and alphas run a whole lot warmer.

At your apartment building, you’ll be brave, listen to your omega, and reach out, wrap your arms around Namjoon’s middle, press your face to his chest and while your wrap is certain and soft, Namjoon’s arms wrapping all around your back and down to your own waist is tight, almost desperate with how fast he responds; pulling you even closer until your feet are between his own, your move the affirmation he needed to show his appreciation for you. His head is dipped down, subtly nuzzling into your hair, not quite scenting even if he wants too. You feel so good in his arms, they’re strong and protective and you feel so calm, so settled.

You breathe him in deep, he breathes you in deeper, both your hearts pumping in sync. The stars aligned. Not just for you and Namjoon, but for 6 other souls, in the heart of Seoul.

These evenings will later be ones you realise are moments you consider to be love, you’ll cherish them, every single one, every before and every to come. Your last two months have been full of love youll later recognise, from your dance with Taehyung, your chats with Namjoon, Yoongi’s quiet care, your walks with Jimin and Jungkook, the list goes on. You won’t realise it just yet, not so quickly - not to the extent that it is at least - neither, none of you will, but soon, amidst one of your moments of silence, you both will. For now, they are simply, or not so simply, exactly what they are.

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This is MY blog and I’m sick of pretending I don’t have a big fat crush on this man

He’s actually SO yum, SO boyfriend material and so criminally underrated, neither god nor satan can stop me from thirsting over this man!!! So anyway I’ve dumped all my insanity under the cut

- HIS HAIR!!! It’s so fluffy and it has so much volume that I’m JEALOUS

- And it still looks good when he’s all sweaty post race and it’s all messy and he looks all disheveled and skrunkly

- I would sell my left kidney to have him put his head in my lap and let me play with his hair

- I WANT TO PULL IT

- listen if he was hovering over you or had his face between your legs you can’t convince me you wouldn’t want to be pulling on his luscious locks while he ruined you and that is that.

- And you could look into his big chocolatey eyes all the time, like can you imagine standing chest to chest with that man and looking up and seeing those big hypnotic eyes? I think I’d melt

- he would give the best puppy eyes ever if he wanted something from you, eyes all wide and needy, just to switch up and look at you all smug and smirking when you do exactly what he asked of you

- I just KNOW when that man makes out with you it’s FILTHY, please tell me other people have noticed his big pouty lips and how goddamn long his tounge is??? Otherwise I might just sound insane but IVE SEEN PICTURES OKAY

- ANYWAYS, I’m talking holding you close for dear life, him taking your face in his big hands, starting with small gentle pecks all over your face but quickly turning into the most disgusting make out ever, biting each other lips and sucking each others tounges, licking each others faces, him fucking up your neck so bad you’ll be in turtlenecks for the next three weeks and you nibbling on his jaw, all rational thinking out the window and no concept of time.

- piggybacking off that last thought, he just knows that his facial hair makes you feel some kind of way

- “hey babe do you think I should shave?”

- JUST to tease you and have you panic, to watch you try and come up with any serious good reason that he shouldn’t, whilst he really knows you’re only worried about the beard burn on your thighs being a thing of the past.

- A while back I saw someone on here call him beefy and I think that altered my brain chemistry

- because YES

- He IS beefy, he’s tall and broad and muscular, you just know that he’s strong enough to snap your neck if he wanted to but he hasn’t!!! And you’re still alive!!! So obviously he likes you!!!

- He’s so sporty too, out of formula one he’s definitely the sportiest of all the drivers, always skiing, or playing padel, doing all of his little side quests

- The videos that float around of him playing ice hockey????

- So hot I wish Canada was real

- He looks so confident and aggressive and in his element when he’s playing. I feel like creating an ice hockey x figure skater AU may be in order because the potential of that is endless

- I have so many thoughts about him in the big scary hockey outfit, stood next to his girl in her figure skating dress

- Now he KNEW, about the contrast between him and his girlfriend’s looks, size, aesthetic, or whatever you want to call it. But he’d never seen it displayed so clearly, him looking all big and burly and ready to play ice hockey versus his sweet little girl, looking all cute and delicate ready to figure skate? Definitely fucked with his head, also definitely turned him on, which you definitely noticed and definitely poked fun at him for, while secretly being just as turned on if not more.

- He’s definitely the possessive protective type, he insists he doesn’t get jealous but it’s only because he doesn’t let himself be put in that position

- Why should you go up to the bar alone? What if a guy tried to hit on his girl and he got jealous? He wouldn’t be having that, so he walks you up to the bar himself and cages you in, hands either side of you while you order, and while you’re looking in your bag for your purse to pay, he’s already swiped his card.

- Even if he was too tired or drunk to keep getting up with you he’s not letting his girl go on her own, he’d rather spend a small fortune on bottle service than send his girl to the cesspit that is the bar in a club

- I see him as the type to love a bit of cliché flirting too, weather it’s the first time you’ve met or you’ve been married for 10 years? That man is GOING to flirt with you, countless little compliments, always pulling out your chair or opening doors for you.

- DEFINITELY the type of guy to do the hand thing, because yeah he wants you too see how much bigger his hands are, but mainly he does it for selfish reasons, it sets alight something carnal and animalistic inside of him to see your feminine little hand against his, it just does something to him when he gets to watch the surprise on your face at how big his hands are (because let’s be fr that man has BEAR PAWS), him looking at you, watching your thought process

- which would probably be something like: aww this is so cute and cliche, okay let’s do it, woah, his hands are huge, or are mine just small?, no I think it’s definitely him, maybe it’s a mix of both, DAMN his hands are huge, damn, hmnnn, he could fit both of my wrists in one hand, 🤭, his fingers are so big…, they’d feel so good on my…, shit he’s watching me😧

- and even though you never said a word he read every thought you had from your face.

- I don’t know if anyone other than me finds this super sexy but he’s so quick witted, in challenge videos he just seems to think for a few seconds and then have some weird solution, or when people ask and uncomfortable hard to answer question, he just takes a second and then comes out with the perfect response, weather it’s a joke or a distraction or a tactful answer, he’s good at using his words

- He seems to like talking a lot too, don’t get me wrong in press conferences and most media things he’s a brick wall (understandably tbh) but in other situations when he’s comfortable and happy he seems to have a lot too say

- do you guys see what I’m getting at?

- he definitely talks you through it.

- I mean just think of him sat up on his knees between your spread legs, “you look so pretty right now, wish you could see what I’m seeing”, and then leaning over you to slap his tip on your clit, “you gonna take it for me like a good girl darling?”, then running it up and down your slit, spreading you’re wetness all over himself, “you’re fucking soaked already, I’m flattered baby”. Him just repeating “fuck fuck fuck” over and over like a mantra when he finally presses into you, “fuck you take me so well”

- idk i just can’t see him being quiet at all, if he’s not running his mouth then he’s groaning breathily right in your ear, enjoying how he can feel you clench around him every time he makes a particularly desperate noise.

- Also he has a praise kink I don’t make the rules, this could definitely make a cute fic actually, reader not knowing about him having an absolutely desperate need for her praise, and rather than just asking for it (because then in his mind it doesn’t count) , he goes above and beyond all the time in every aspect of life desperately chasing after slivers of praise from you to get his fix, and maybe as a prank or a joke or a TikTok trend one time you call him a good boy and he just goes absolutely feral and then you put the puzzle pieces together

-okay I’ll stfu now but before I go I have pictures that relate to this to share to really prove my point that I’ll leave at the bottom of this, (in order, beard, hands, eyes, sexy asf, why he pulling that face? ,And hair)

- anywho I’m so deeply sorry for bringing my depraved obsession to the internet, BUT if you fuck with it at all or wanna talk to me or add anything my ask box is OPEN and my anons are ON

- also I’m considering starting to write again so if you have any tips or inspiration I’m totally open to that even if it’s criticism or whatever

[fuckitupfelix]

hiii!!!! I hope ur day or afternoon or night is going grand, um i was hoping to request Jason Todd x male reader, where like theyre dating and Jason introduces him to the bat family and insert shenanigans with it ending with some fluffy interaction between the both of them, or whatever plot or trope u want to do. And if u dont want to or arent really feeling like writing for him im up for some Kyotani x sweet male reader on a date while the rest of Kyotani’s team spy to make sure things go alright for Kyotani. SORRY FOR THE LONG REQUEST I HOPE U HAVE A GOOD DAY AND TYSM IF U END UP TAKING THIS REQUEST I ALSO UNDERSTAND IF U DONT WANT TO DO IT

oh anon thank you # i heart jason todd 🙂‍↕️ def gonna write the kyotani one as well at some point too!! this might be potentially ooc >_<

running from family dinner

jason todd x male reader

wc: 0.7k

jason reluctantly brings you to the manor for dinner.

FEM ALIGNED DNI

How you got yourself in this situation, you have no clue. You're eating dinner in Wayne Manor, your boyfriend Jason seated next to you. Directly across from you sits Damian, who's seated next to Dick, Stephanie, and Cassandra. Barbara, Duke, and Tim sit to your right, and Bruce is seated at the head of the table. Jason rests his hand on your knee, gently rubbing the side with his thumb.

"We can leave whenever you want," Jason murmurs to you, though it feels like he's saying it more for his sake than for yours. You just let out a small huff of laughter, nudging him gently with your shoulder.

"I think I'll be fine, Jason. Thank you, though." You chuckle. You twirl some of your spaghetti onto your fork, acutely aware of how at least three other people at the table were staring you down.

Is it awkward having dinner with his family for the first time? Of course it is! Isn't it supposed to be nerve-wracking to meet your partner's very intimidating father? You tell yourself that this was a given, but it doesn't make you less nervous about how loud you're swallowing.

How did you put yourself into this situation, again?

It was about midday on a random Tuesday when you proposed the idea to Jason. You were sat on the couch in his apartment, trying to scrub a particularly nasty stain out of one of your shirts, and he was in the bathroom, getting out of the shower. It started with idle chatting about how you hadn't seen your family in a while and how you were planning on visiting them over the weekend. When you asked him if he was planning on visiting his family anytime soon, he laughed.

"It's a genuine question!" You scoff, crossing your arms. He just stares at you. Not exactly a blank look, but more of a confused, 'have you listened to anything I've ever said?' type of look.

"I know, that's why it's funny." He snorts, leaning back on the couch, his arm finding its way over your shoulders.

"So what, you've had no plans to go back to Wayne Manor, pay everyone a visit?" You ask, leaning your head on his shoulder. Then the idea strikes you.

Which brings you back to the present— Duke was trying to make conversation with you, a friendly smile on his face.

"So, how long have you two been dating?" He asks.

"A little more than a year, I think." You hum, placing your cutlery down. "A year and a half," Jason chimes in. You nod, smiling at Duke.

The conversation carries on with other mild pleasantries, other members of the family chiming in occasionally. By the time that there's a lull in conversation, Jason nudges you with his knee.

"(Name)." He whispers to you, though he hardly needs to; the table's conversation has broken off into multiple strands already, the others paying little mind to any sidebar conversations.

"Mhm?"

"Let's leave."

You let out a snort at that, raising an eyebrow. You knew he wasn't the biggest fan of Bruce, but you thought the dinner was going well!

"Are you sure?" You ask him quietly. "Please." With that, you nod, smiling slightly at the sigh of relief that leaves him.

Jason stands, rolling his shoulders back. "(Name) isn't feeling well. We're gonna head out now." He says, jutting a thumb towards the door.

"It was nice meeting you all," You add, smiling. You also stand, stepping back and following Jason out as he ignores the pointed look Bruce gives him.

Once the two of you are out the front door, coats on and bundled up all nicely, you make your way over to his motorcycle. Jason speaks up again.

"You wanna head home?" He asks, grabbing your helmet and passing it to you. He moves the grab his own, slipping it on his head.

"Yeah, sure. That wasn't too bad, right?" You hum, nudging him with your shoulder. He snorts, throwing a leg over his bike.

"Could've gone worse. I'll take it."

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!! I'll try to write more this year I'm sorry guys >_<

divider by @/plutism !!

[jadeshifting]

— ENRICHING YOUR LIFE ( ADDING DEPTH TO THE MUNDANE IN YOUR DR. )

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when you’re scripting and visualizing your desired reality, it’s easy to get laser-focused on the blockbuster moments—saving the world, wielding magic, or being the main character in your dream fandom. but let’s be real for a second: your DR is still a life. you’re not just living the big scenes; you’re living every moment in between, too. and honestly, those so-called “boring” moments? they’re magic in their own right when you give them the attention they deserve.

on leveling up your visualization game by romanticizing the mundane, grounding yourself in the day-to-day, and making your DR feel as tangible as your morning coffee (or tea, if you’re classy like that)

₊˚⊹♡ — RISE AND SHINE.

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forget leaping out of bed ready to duel Voldemort or hunting walkers first thing in the a.m.—god forbid you enjoy your first few moments of consciousness. what’s the vibe when you first wake up every day?

• THE BED SITUATION … are you sleeping on a cloud-like mattress with satin sheets that practically beg you to hit snooze, or is it a creaky twin bed with a patchwork quilt that smells faintly of lavender? maybe your bed is so big that you practically get lost in it, or maybe it’s a cozy little nook tucked into the wall, surrounded by shelves stacked with your favorite books. think about the little things: the thread count, the texture, the weight of the blanket as it wraps around you like a warm hug. and don’t forget the pillows—fluffy, firm, or the perfect mix of both?

• LIGHT OR DARKNESS … does golden sunlight spill across your room, or do you wake up to the hum of city life through blackout curtains? maybe the sound of rain pattering on your window lulls you into a dreamy state, or maybe it’s the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air that gently pulls you out of slumber. how does your room feel in the morning—quiet and serene or buzzing with potential?

• ON YOUR NIGHTSTAND … is there a stack of half-read paperbacks, a vintage alarm clock, or a random collection of trinkets like a half-eaten chocolate bar and a single mismatched sock strewn about?

the more specific you are, the easier it is to place yourself in your DR. not just visualizing when you wake up there for the first time, but when you wake up there every day. suddenly, you’re not just imagining a day in your DR—you’re living it

₊˚⊹♡ — CREATURE COMFORTS ( LITERALLY. )

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listen, not every DR moment is going to be about epic battles or romantic drama. sometimes it’s just your cat pawing at your face because you forgot to feed her when you got caught up saving the world

• YOUR FURRY ( OR SCALY, OR FEATHERED ) FRIENDS … what’s your DR pet like, if you have one? are they a mischievous tabby that loves knocking things off counters, or a sleepy golden retriever that somehow still believes they’re a lap dog? do they have quirks like chewing on socks or chasing imaginary bugs? visualize their fur, the sound of their purr, or the weight of them curling up next to you

• MORNING WALKS … if you have a dog (or a hyperactive dragon), picture the early morning walks—the chill in the air, the leash in your hand, the way their tail wags when they spot another dog. maybe you pass the same neighbors every day, sharing quick smiles or stopping for a chat. maybe there’s a particular spot your pet loves—a park bench, a tree, or even just a patch of grass that they sniff every single time like it’s brand new

₊˚⊹♡ — THE ART OF GETTING READY.

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sure, you could skip right to the plotline, but what about the small details of how you actually prep for the day?

• WARDROBE … is your closet full of combat boots and leather jackets that scream “always ready for a fight,” or is it cozy sweaters and thrifted overalls that make you look like the lovable protagonist of an indie video game? picture yourself picking out an outfit—what does the fabric feel like when you drag your fingers across it? when you tug clothes off their hanger? how does it feel when you look in the mirror?

• MORNING TUNES … what’s playing in the background as you prepare for another day in your desired reality? a mellow indie playlists, or some aggressive 2000’s music like you’re about to take on the apocalypse in style? maybe you have a record player spinning something timeless, or maybe it’s the sound of your roommate or lover singing off-key in the shower that sets the tone for the day

₊˚⊹♡ — MEALTIME MAGIC

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right now, we’re not talking about grand banquets (although, yes, go ahead and visualize those, too). what’s breakfast like on a random Tuesday in your DR?

• COFFEE OR TEA … is it served in a chipped mug that’s been in your family for years, or is it a latte with foam art and a rose petal garnish? do you add a splash of oat milk, three sugars, or just take it black? picture the warmth of the mug in your hands, the way the steam rises in delicate curls, and the first sip that makes you sigh with satisfaction

• WHAT’S COOKING … picture the smell of sizzling bacon, or the first bite of toast slathered with homemade blackberry jam. maybe you’re living the cottagecore dream and baking fresh bread while humming to yourself, or maybe you have an extensive staff of butlers and chefs that ply you with savory goods every morning

₊˚⊹♡ — CHECK YOUR TO-DO LIST

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running errands might sound mundane, but in your DR, even the most basic to-do list is teeming with potential to be exciting and cinematic

• GROCERY RUNS … are you wandering the aisles of a charming farmer’s market, filling a woven basket with fresh produce? or maybe you’re swiping your way through your local self-checkout lane, laughing with the cashier before strolling home through the cobblestone streets of your city. think about the smells, the sights, the hum of conversation around you. what kind of shops do you visit, and how do they reflect the world you’re living in?

• WINDOW SHOPPING … imagine the little shops you’d pop into—a dusty bookstore with creaky wooden floors, a quirky antique shop, or a bakery with the kind of pastries that make you want to write poetry about them. what catches your eye? what do you take home—a leather-bound notebook, a crystal paperweight, or just a memory of the shopkeeper’s smile?

₊˚⊹♡ — EVENING COMFORTS.

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let’s talk about those lazy, quiet evenings when nothing major happens—but everything feels just right. the perfect activities to wind down from being so perfect all day long (ugh, exhausting)

• MOVIE NIGHTS … are you curled up on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn, rewatching your favorite film for the hundredth time? picture the glow of the TV, the crinkle of the popcorn bag, and the way your blanket feels wrapped around you. are you watching alone, or is someone there with you, sharing quiet commentary and inside jokes?

• SELF-REFLECTION TIME … maybe you spend your evenings writing in a leather-bound notebook by candlelight. think about the scratch of the pen on paper, the flicker of the flame, and the quiet satisfaction of putting your thoughts into words, summing up the day’s events to remember forever

• LATE-NIGHT SNACKS … is it cookie dough ice cream straight from the carton, or a carefully prepared midnight snack of brie and salami arranged on a silver platter, a luxurious way to end the day?

₊˚⊹♡ — BRIDGING THE GAP: FINDING COMMON THREADS.

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one of the best ways to ground yourself in your DR is to notice the overlap between your current reality and your DR

• SAME, BUT DIFFERENT … maybe in your CR you’re always sipping on iced coffee, but in your DR, it’s always served in a crystal goblet with a sprig of mint. or maybe you’re a journaling fiend in both realities, but in your DR, you use a quill pen and ink

• FAMILIAR FEELINGS … think about the endless sensations that cross over—like the feeling of soft socks after a long day, or the sound of rain on a roof. the more you notice these little things in your CR, the more real your DR will feel when you visualize them

₊˚⊹♡ — WHY THE MUNDANE MATTERS

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romanticizing the everyday doesn’t just make your DR feel more vivid—it makes it feel real. when you focus on the small, tactile details of your life, you’re not just creating a setting; you’re building a world you can actually convince yourself you’re aware of—which is the entire “secret” to shifting. the easier it is to believe you’re there already, the better !!

so go ahead: romanticize the laundry, the coffee mugs, the grocery lists. add depth to the moments in between the action. because sometimes, the magic isn’t in the grand gestures—it’s in the tiny, everyday things that make that reality feel like home

happy shifting !! xoxo :^)

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[cherrykpawp]

Heat // Ch 4

Rating: Explicit, Mature (M)

Pairings: Yunho x reader, Mingi x reader, San x reader, Wooyoung x reader, Yeosang x reader, hinted San x Wooyoung, hinted Mingi x Yeosang, hinted San x Mingi, hinted Wooyoung x Yeosang, hinted San x Yeosang

This chapter includes: hybrids, Afab!reader, reader-centric, slow burn, fluff, angst, Dance instructor!Yunho, Owner!Yunho, Vet doctor!Hongjoong, Vocal professor!Jongho, Calico hybrid!reader, Black cat hybrid!San, Husky hybrid!Mingi

W.C: 7.4k

Something in the air felt different, but you couldn’t pinpoint it. You felt normal, the day seemed normal, your breakfast was normal, San and Mingi were usually abnormal, so in your terms, normal. But you weren’t focusing like you should’ve. Yunho invited his friend, a vocal professor, to offer you lessons today since Yunho left to teach his dance classes this morning. The vocal professor stopped by about ten minutes ago, setting up his equipment for you, but you were too sensitive to how bright it was outside and how loud the cars seemed outside. Someone’s car alarm kept blaring, aggravating you, but it's not like you were going out there to stop it.

“Y/n-ssi, are you listening?” Jongho waved a hand in front of your face, bringing you back to earth. Jongho’s just as handsome as everyone else you've met so far, greeting you with a gummy smile. He wore a long, sleek black jacket with leather collars and had a crest fixed on it; he was a well-known singer and songwriter. Underneath his coat, he had a black button-up that had been tucked into his slacks. Although you couldn't see much about his body since he was modestly covered, you could tell he was strong by how he flexed his arm through the coat. It tightened around his bicep tastefully. He also had a visible beauty mark on his neck, and his hair was jet-black and fluffy.

“Yes, I’m sorry. That car noise is bothering me,” you massaged your temples, slapping your cheeks to focus. Your cat ears were in airplane mode the whole time you’ve been up, you just hadn’t noticed yet.

Jongho’s brows furrowed, perplexed, “car noise?” He doesn’t hear it? It sounds like it's right out the door. “I always forget hybrids have heightened senses than the normal human,” he chuckled. Shortly after, though, the car’s blaring stopped. “Let me know if I should turn down the keyboard’s volume so it doesn’t hurt your ears.”

“No problem,” your head cocked to the side, fully focusing now. You both sat at the dining room table, a portable keyboard in front of Jongho. San and Mingi were in their rooms so they wouldn’t distract you, Jongho’s words, not yours.

Jongho played a measure of chords expertly on the keyboard, ensuring it worked. “Before we get started, tell me, what’s you’re favorite song to sing? Or favorite song overall?”. There were a million songs that came to mind, but you couldn’t think of one right away. 

But you suddenly thought of your old owner, “Magnolia by Laufey.” 

Jongho formed an ‘o’ with his lips, interested. “What a lovely song. Do you mind singing a bit so I can hear your vocal range?”

You were nervous since he’s a music professor and probably way better than you, but he's here to teach and help you. Plus, it’s only the two of you there, so you began singing the first note. He listened to you carefully, swaying his head side to side at the song, playing along. He let you sing the whole song, considering the song was pretty short. When you finished, you opened your eyes, not realizing how entranced you were with the entire thing. He began clapping for you, making you smile.

“You have a beautiful vocal tone, y/n, truly,” he complimented you first, “You are a mezzo-soprano, so you suited this song perfectly.” You didn’t know what a mezzo-soprano was until he explained it to you; your voice is between a soprano and contralto, it’s a more common vocal tone.

“We’re going to do a couple of vocal techniques to bring your voice to its fullest potential. Whether you decide to make this a career or to sing occasionally, singing is a beautiful hobby. I’m biased myself,” Jongho commented, playing the first chord, “repeat after me”.

He hummed a scale for you to follow, which you did perfectly. He pressed a higher-pitched chord and hummed the same scale in a slightly higher register, copying him. Jongho made you do those exercises several times before moving on to the next vocal technique. It was called a ‘Lip bubble technique’, almost like mimicking a car engine. It seemed silly to you at first, but it was a genuine technique, so you followed suit, doing the same scales in the same registers as before. Jongho taught you other techniques, including relaxing your voice, posture, diction, holding your breath, hissing through your teeth, and vocal fry. 

“When I’m not here, you can practice these techniques until our next lesson”, Jongho wrote down a list of things for you to do the whole time the lessons. “We will be practicing a song that you want to get better at so that you, or we if you’re nervous, can perform in front of Yunho, San, and Mingi. Is there a song out there that you have difficulty singing?”.

“‘Is it a crime?’ by Sade. I have difficulty hitting her lower notes, but I love that song a lot.”

“It may be because she's naturally a controlto but with enough skill and improvement, you can sing her song in your range. You don’t have to sound exactly like her, as long as the notes come off comfortably”, Jongho reassured you. “We’ll start with the first verse.” He listens as you sing the first two sentences, playing along to the song. You watch as he presses the same key about three times, “You're up here, go down an octave like this.” You listen as he effortlessly shows you an example. You haven’t heard him sing yet, but if this is how he sounds from a scale, you 

will be more than impressed. But you attempted at it, not moving from it until Jongho approved for you to continue, “Great, keep that feeling when you're about to hit a lower register.”

Jongho helped you practice at least the second chorus, stopping at times to help you fix certain parts. He had you repeat the verses and chorus until it sounded smoother than originally. He jotted down things in his notes and yours as reminders of techniques for certain sections. When you finished the second chorus about three different times, his timer went off, cursing at how time flew. He tore the paper off his notepad and gave it to you.

“Our lessons are done for today, unfortunately. These are the notes I've taken for you today that I’d like you to practice for our next lesson two days from now. You have a gorgeous voice, don’t waste its potential,” Jongho praised you, giddy at the compliment. You watched as he gathered his stuff, curious about something.

“Jongho, I didn’t get to hear you sing today. I know time ran out, but can I at least know what your favorite song is?” You were eager to know, wanting to learn something about him before he left.

Jongho cleared his throat and began singing a lovely melody, a song you’ve never heard before. You sat in awe, mesmerized as he sang effortlessly, hand on his chest, as he sang with such fervor. It’s almost like the song was made for him. You swayed in time with the lyrics, mouthing the words you memorized him singing in the previous chorus. When he finished, you stood and gave a standing ovation. He bowed in thanks, “It’s called Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love For You by George Benson. It’s one of the songs that helped me fall in love with music in the first place”.

“I can see why,” You were still in shock at how gorgeous his voice was. “I wish I could hear more of you, but I know you’re busy, so I can’t stop you.”

Jongho gave you a small smile, “After every lesson, I’ll sing any song of your choice if you’d like.”

“I’d like that,” You replied, following him to the door to leave for his next lesson, “see you next time, Jongho”.

“Have a good rest of your day, y/n-ssi.” He waved his goodbyes as you locked the door behind him.

You were in a better mood now than this morning, humming what you’ve learned today from today's lesson. You strolled to the kitchen, preparing some fruit to snack on, chopping some pineapple and melon pieces. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, sometimes forgetting you had a phone at some point. You saw Yunho’s caller ID, pressing the answer button, “Helloo~”

“You sound like you’re in a good mood. Did your vocal lessons go well?” Yunho sounded like he was breathing heavily—he must’ve called as soon as he had a break.

“Mhm, Jongho is such a great singer. I can’t wait for our next time together. You know so many amazing people,” you put the chopped fruit in a bowl, eating whatever little was left along the rinds.

“I’m glad,” you could hear his smile. “Hongjoong hyung is coming over for a follow-up soon. I should be there before he arrives. I decided to give you a heads-up in advance”.

You hadn’t seen Hongjoong in two weeks, so you were glad to hear he was coming over; you missed him. “Thank you for the heads up. I will be prepared for him.”.

You heard the male chuckle on the other side of the line. “Great. I have to go now. Take care of yourself. See you later, lovely.”

“See you,” and with that, you hung up. You were gonna carry the bowl to the dining table to browse on YouTube, but you saw the TV had a game playing on it. You walked towards the living room to see Mingi playing some random game, Super Smash Bros or whatever you call it. He wore glasses today, you saw him wearing glasses one other time, a few days before. He should wear it more often, you thought. Mingi also had on a brown sleeveless shirt that showed his toned biceps, wearing black sweatpants.

Mingi looked up at you with pointed ears, parting his lip for a piece of fruit. You gladly fed him a chunk of pineapple, watching as a drop of its juice dripped on his tongue before he ate it. You don’t know why it was so attractive to you. “Sweet”, he nonchalantly commented, pushing up his glasses with his middle finger. You stood beside him patiently, not moving after that. Mingi noticed. “Do you want to watch me play?”

“Mhm,” you bit your bottom lip. He scooted over for you to sit next to him as if there wasn’t enough space to go around. “Can I um…”

Mingi searched through the character selection, scanning over who to choose. “I’m listening.”

“Can I sit… there?” you shyly asked. 

Mingi saw where you were referring to, pointing to the spot between his legs. His tail wagged, “Come, come,” he held his hand out for you to help you sit down. You sat crisscrossed between his legs, back leaning against his chest as you nuzzled into him. You still had the fruit bowl in your hand, munching on a piece of pineapple. He placed his chin on the top of your head, bringing his arms around you so that he could comfortably hold his controller. You never noticed his hands; they were huge, and he could cover the controller with one hand. Your eyes traced the veins on his forearms as his fingers expertly danced around the controller. You wanted your tail to wrap around it so badly, but settled for tucking it around your waist, distracting yourself with another piece of fruit. 

“Ah,” You felt Mingi’s mouth open again above you, his chin pressing against your scalp. You picked up a piece of melon and looked up as you brought it to his lips. You felt his tongue and mouth accidentally graze your fingers. “Sorry,” he apologized with a full mouth of fruit.

“It’s okay…” You mumbled, licking at your fingers where his tongue touched. He didn’t notice, too immersed in the game before him. His pheromones hit your nose from this angle, inhaling deeply. “You smell amazing, Mingi.” You had the urge to turn around and just scent him fully, but you restrained yourself. What is up with you today? 

Mingi knitted his brows, “Thank you, darling. Are you feeling alright by the way?” You were reveling in the nickname he gave you to respond. “Y/n?”

“Hm? Yeah, I’m okay, heaven on earth right now. Why do you ask?” you asked, staring at the bowl in your hands. There wasn’t much left in it.

“Well, you’re never this affectionate with me like this, especially since you’re always napping with San. You also never asked to sit in my lap before. I’m starting to wonder if I’m finally rubbing off on you,” he slyly smiled, and you smiled back.

You nuzzled further back into him. “I don’t know, I felt like opening up more. Should I move from your lap?” You didn’t want him to say yes, but you’d respect his answer either way.

Mingi paused the game, wrapping his arms tighter around you. “Are you kidding? I’m relishing this as much as I can.” Mingi said matter-of-factly. He poked his nose in the junction of your cat ears, trailing down to where your scent gland was to scent you briefly. However, when he got there, your scent was a bit stronger than before. “You’re extra strawberry today.” His mouth salivated slightly as he inhaled your pheromones, you gave more access to your neck, almost submitting yourself to him. 

Neither of you heard San come out of his room, looking at the situation before him. Mingi’s nose pressed against your neck as you willingly offered yourself up in between his legs. The fruit bowl you had long forgotten about. “Am I… interrupting something?” The black cat’s tail swung low, ears relaxed above his head as he watched with curious eyes.

Mingi removed himself from your neck, looking at his friend. Only San could see how dilated his pupils were before returning to normal. Mingi pushed up his glasses, “No..” he fibbed. San definitely interrupted something, but he just kept quiet. Mingi grabbed the controller again to resume his game, placing his chin back on your head.

You frowned, craning your neck to see San, your breath hitched slightly. He wore a gray tank top and sweatpants, displaying his biceps and pecs from how tightly the shirt hugged his body. Your body raked all over him before meeting his eyes, innocently offering an eye smile. San went over to where you sat, kneeling. He put the back of his hand on your forehead, “slightly warm…” his tail now swayed up behind him, his ears in airplane mode. “How are you today, sweetheart?”

“I’m great. Jongho taught me vocal techniques to improve my singing, and now I’m just eating some fruit. You want one?” You cutely offered a piece to him. He cooed at you, taking the chunk of pineapple in his mouth. 

“No strawberries… huh?” San casually brought up, looking at you and Mingi, and then back to you.

You shook your head, “There weren’t any.” 

“Isn’t that too bad?” It was more of a statement than a question. He looked at the time on his phone. “Yunho should be back in an hour or so. Do you need anything, y/n?”

You shook your head again, tapping your thigh. “Come lie down, join us.” San couldn’t argue with that; one of his favorite activities is lying down anyway. He went to the right of you, lying back to place his head on your thigh, looking up at you, “Hi…”

“Hi...” he softly greeted back, smiling up at you. You had bitten into a piece of melon. “Is there any more?” San asked, fluffing his hair. 

You looked at the bowl. “No.” San shrugged, but you offered the piece that you bit into. His eyes shifted from the fruit to you, never breaking eye contact as he took it into his mouth. You placed the empty bowl on the floor next to Mingi’s legs, the husky hybrid still locked into the game he was playing. San looked so… handsome from his angle, you saw his ears twitch from Mingi’s sudden outburst, but he didn’t seem to care. As if it had a mind of its own, your hand reached up to his hair, carding your fingers through it. His eyes closed as you did it again, letting your nails caress his scalp. You switched from tracing the outline of his ears to running your fingers through his locs, feeling his start to purr against your leg, you’re sure Mingi sensed it too.

When you pulled away, San’s eyes fluttered open, he reached for your hand, and placed it back where it was. “Continue, please.” You obliged, keeping your hand in his hair, twirling his hair around your fingers. His eyes shut again, melting against your touch. You gave an experimental tug on it, eliciting a small groan from him, sending an electric shock through your body. You didn’t do it again, not wanting to ruin what’s supposed to be an innocent gesture. 

You felt Mingi’s hand rest on your knee, tracing patterns as he waited for his game to load. He decided to play a different game from Super Smash Bros and went to an entirely different console. Some cutesy game called ‘Fall Guys', for a game this cute, it seems to frustrate the hell out of the boys. But they still insisted on playing it. San heard the game's music and shot up, grabbing a controller to join. A fleeting sorrow at the sudden loss of touch until you felt San’s tail wrap around your free arm, while Mingi’s arms wrapped around you again, holding the controller with his hands. You felt perfect, surrounded by your favorite scents and two caring people who made sure your comfort came first.

~~

Yunho sat with you at the dining table, eating an early lunch while you waited for Hongjoong to come, eating a small cucumber sandwich. You weren’t hungry, but you craved his company. You had your tail wrapped around Yunho’s arm, bringing your chair closer to him. From the moment he entered the house, you were glued to him, embracing him in a tight hug. Even when he went to shower, you waited outside his room door until he came out. You watched as he prepared and cut up the cucumber for the sandwiches he made for himself, purring more acutely than usual. Yunho thought you were being more cutesy on purpose, but he felt something was wrong. San took his daily nap on the couch after losing to Mingi several times on ‘Fall Guys’ while Mingi browsed his phone, San’s head on his lap as he snoozed.

The doorbell rang twice, you stood up to answer it. “Hello, Hongjoong,” you greeted him with a hug. The older male didn’t seem startled at all and instead embraced you back. 

“Hi, hun. You look much healthier and happier than the last time I saw you. Did you believe me when I said you were in good hands?” You inclined your head in agreement, leading him to the dining area where Yunho got up from. “Great job in following the dietary list that I gave you for miss y/n. Was there any trouble? Did she struggle in the transition to solids?” Hongjoong questioned, hanging his coat up and taking his shoes off.

“Not at all. She was determined to eat her favorite foods again, willing to wait however long it would’ve taken.” Yunho idolized your endurance.

“That’s great to hear,” Hongjoong held on to his case. “Shall we begin?” Yunho pulled out a seat from the dining table for you and Hongjoong, deciding to sit on the opposite side of the table. Hongjoong positioned his case on the dining table. He had less than before. “Don’t worry, there are no needles today. Just a physical check-up and follow-up plan from here,” he reassured you. “How are you feeling today, y/n?”

“Extremely good right now,” you wore a cutesy expression. Hongjoong jotted down your tail wrapping around your waist, and ears pointed up.

“Oh really? Did something happen today?” He engaged in the conversation, examining how you behaved. You retold the same story for the third time today about your vocal lessons with Jongho, and that you hung out with San and Mingi afterwards. “Mmm, Jongho-ssi. Glad to hear he’s doing well,” he continued, writing on his notepad. “Did anything happen between you, San, and Mingi?”

You cocked your head to the side. “No, we just cuddled and ate some fruit. I watched them play games mostly,” you recited, telling the truth. 

“Good,” Hongjoong put his notepad down, pulling out gloves to wear. “I’m going to perform the usual check-up procedures before doing the physical, okay?” The doctor put a thermometer under your tongue, clamped an oximeter on your finger, and attached the portable blood pressure kit to your arm. You sat like a statue, following the protocol for him. He removed the thermometer from your mouth and furrowed his brows, mentally remembering the number before removing the oximeter, and finally releasing the pressure from the kit. “Your temperature is higher than it should be. Do you not feel hot?”

“I mean, I do feel warmer. I just thought the thermostat was lower.” An epiphany slowly came to you.

Hongjoong put on his stethoscope, instructing you to take deep breaths. Although you were listening to him, your heart began racing a million beats a second. “Y/n, relax a little. All I hear is that healthy heart of yours,” his compliment soothed you a bit, but it wasn’t enough. Yunho started worrying as Hongjoong looked at the living room area. “Do one of you mind coming over here?” San, who had woken from his nap after the doorbell went off, showed up by your side first. “Let her scent you for a little bit. She worked herself up just now.”

San put your face in his neck, rubbing your back. “My sweet y/n, I had a feeling…” You didn’t know what he meant by that, busy inhaling his caramel and sandalwood aroma. He stayed there for a minute or two until you started purring. When he moved away, you slumped slightly in your seat, your tail swaying behind you.

Hongjoong took the opportunity to touch your ears, getting a reaction out of you before reaching for your tail, eliciting the same response from you. The last thing he did before putting his stethoscope away was press the back of his hand to your forehead, drawing his conclusion.

“Y/n’s blood pressure is fine, and so are her lungs and oxygen. However, her internal and external temperatures are higher than they should be. She’s in preheat. Hearing that made your world stop, remembering that it was supposed to be excruciating. You thought you’d be fine for at least another week.

“That explains how she was acting earlier,” You heard Mingi’s voice from behind Yunho, not exactly looking in that direction.

“How was she acting?” Yunho asked worryingly. 

“More affectionate than usual, wanting to sit in my lap, scenting San and me more than usual. Holding onto Yunho hyung from the second he came home. She hasn’t been this openly affectionate before,” Mingi listed everything that happened. “Her scent is also more potent… I should’ve noticed. I just thought she was in a great mood.”

Hongjoong hummed, packing his things away. “Since it seems like it may be coming tomorrow, have you considered any of the heat hot—”

“I don’t want to go to a heat hotel.” There was venom in your words, not necessarily mad at anyone. More or so annoyed with the fact that you didn’t realize your preheat symptoms.

“Okay then,” Hongjoong respected your opinion. “Did you get any toys, y/n?”. You nodded, wrapping your tail around your arm. Hongjoong mentally noted that as well. “How do you plan on managing it?” 

“San and Mingi will help me…” You stated shyly. “...and Yunho, if he’d like to,” you said meekly, looking up at the blonde male. This was no time to be flustered as the situation became serious to him.

“Yunho, you are given the proposal to assist y/n through her heat. Will you help her?” Hongjoong asked his best friend.

“If that’s what she wants, then of course,” he smiled down at you. From the day he found you, he vowed to help and protect you from anything. Since you need help with your heat, who is he to deny you?

Hongjoong closed his case, handing Yunho a list. “Just to inform you on a couple of things; heats last a long time, as you know from owning two hybrids already. This means that y/n’s stamina will last longer. Most heats are 4-5 days, but considering her condition, it could last a week or a little over a week, even though I’m not sure how long because cases like this are rare. If your stamina runs out, San and Mingi can take care of it from there unless she asks for you at any point. If she wants toys, use toys; if she doesn’t, don’t. It’s all about what she wants at the end of the day,” Yunho listened intently, and so were the hybrids who felt like they were all around you.

“The best way to satiate her heat is by releasing inside. She has an IUD, so there’s no need to worry about anything. The list here includes some things to pick up at the grocery store to not only help y/n stay active and hydrated, but also for you and the boys. Have one of them go with you to find items they like, and that is beneficial. I cannot stress this enough, but please, stack up on electrolytes and water. Anything that includes electrolytes for her to eat as well will help. She will be in a subspace, yes, she will be here, but it’s most likely going to be brain fog.”

Hongjoong, who looked at you with soft eyes, was concerned about the pain you’ll be in. “Do you consent to everything y/n, and do you give your consent? I’m afraid it’ll be harder for you in a few days. I just want to hear it from you first.”

“Yes,” you gave full consent to everyone in the room. You trusted them with your life.

“Then it’s settled,” Hongjoong looked down at his watch. “The store I wrote down closes in about two hours, I advise you to get going.”

“Mingi, come with me,” Yunho tapped his arm, hurriedly gathering warmer clothes to put on since it was still technically winter. 

Hongjoong patted your head. “Take care and have a safe heat, hun. I’ll see you when it’s over.” Hongjoong was the first to leave. Soon after, Yunho and Mingi rushed out, promising to return as quickly as they could.

You were left with San, whose hand caressed your shoulder, “Don’t worry. You’ll be alright,” San gently helped you stand up, leading you back to the living room couch to cuddle. He purposefully put you on the side of his scent gland, emitting more of his pheromones to comfort you. “What would you like to watch?”

~~

Yunho and Mingi were scrambling around the store. Yunho pushed the cart around as his eyes scanned the list—they had more than enough cases of water, electrolyte drinks, and packets, now it was more or so about food to cook and fruit. They were by the vegetable section, collecting cucumbers, potatoes, tomatoes, spinach, literally anything that contained a lick of electrolytes.

“What do you like to eat during your ruts?” Yunho questioned Mingi, moving over to the fruit section.

Mingi wore a playful smile, tail wagging, “Whoever I’m spending my rut with,” earning a displeased look from Yunho, and met with silence. “...Mixed nuts.” 

“I agree, I think you should go get that.” Yunho put some watermelons, bananas, oranges, and strawberries in the basket. Mingi temporarily left to grab his favorite brand of trail mix, leaving Yunho in his thoughts. 

Yunho was concerned about whether he’d do a good job pleasing you during your heat. He felt like his stamina was stable since he’s a dancer, and he’s in the dance room several hours a day. He’s had sex before, but it just wasn’t with a hybrid; he doesn‘t know how it’ll go. To say he’s nervous is an understatement. Mingi had returned with a huge container of mixed nuts and tubs of yogurt. “In case y/n wants to switch it up and mix it,” Mingi carefully placed everything in.

“Good job, Mingi-ah,” Yunho praised Mingi, making his ears poke up. “Now, we just need to get ingredients for meal preps because it doesn’t seem we’ll have time to cook constantly. We need meat, fish, pasta, rice...” The older was mainly talking to himself, but Mingi listened, trailing behind him. He sensed that Yunho was nervous and rubbed his back.

“It’ll be fine,” Mingi reassured him, easing the weight off Yunho’s shoulders. “We should also get ice cream and chocolates.”

Yunho tilted his head, “I told you we need to follow the list, we can’t think of indulgences.”

“Hyung, it’s not for me… Well, a little bit, but it’s mainly for y/n. Ice cream offers a cooling sensation, and chocolate has mild aphrodisiac properties. Plus, both have mood-boosting effects,” Mingi stated simply. 

Yunho couldn’t help but agree, relating, “How do you know all of this?”.

“Well, when you’ve been to enough heat hotels as I’ve been to, you learn from different partners. I’ve also learned what Yeosangie, Wooyoungie, and Sannie liked after helping them with theirs.” Mingi got distracted looking at some new limited edition snacks that had been released, adding them to the cart. Yunho didn’t mind it.

“Don’t you ever feel like the sex is not genuine because of heats or ruts?”

Mingi pondered. “Sometimes. Only because we’re all trying to get our heat sated. Sometimes we say things to each other that we eventually don’t mean afterward. Sometimes we mean it, but we never see that hybrid again. But because it’s all brain fog at the end of the day, our bodies are too busy reacting more than we are. The ones that suck the most are the ones y/n described when we first met her. The types of heats where it seems like the other party is just being plain selfish, not caring if the other finishes, or doesn’t like offering aftercare. I’ve had some instances like that. Once I noticed, I just reciprocated the same energy and kept it pushing.”

Yunho felt remorseful, “I’m sorry to hear that. I shouldn’t have put you or San in heat hotels.”

Mingi brushed it off. “There’s no need to apologize. We wanted to go because it was the most effective option available for you. Plus, you were able to provide a better variety of heat hotels than some out there. I don’t know which hotel y/n went to, but if her experience had been that bad that she doesn’t want to go to any, I’d love to help her.”

Yunho’s proud of both Mingi and San. They were the most considerate hybrids he had met, always thinking of others first besides themselves. “You know, Mingi, you’re so much more mature than most people out there. I may not express it a lot, but… I do love you and San, sincerely.”

Mingi blushed, balling his fist and softly hitting Yunho’s arm, “You know I love you more.” Yunho chuckled, petting the top of his head, only for Mingi to grab his hand and kiss the back. “Hyung, I’m not going to lie. Not to ruin the mood, but the store closes in thirty minutes...”

~~

Yunho and Mingi arrived about an hour ago, preparing everything in the kitchen for meal prepping, watching some recipes to incorporate for the next week. Since they had to prepare meals for four people, there was a lot of work to do. 

San swapped places with Mingi in the kitchen this time, cutting up the fruits and vegetables, some for cooking and some to have later, meanwhile, Yunho cooked the mains like meats, fish, rice, pasta, etc. The aroma around the house entices you. Mingi replaced San after coming home, mainly because San is better at cooking and because Mingi just came from outside. You lay on top of him on the couch with your face buried in his neck. As the night approached, the warmer you were getting. You weren’t burning up as if your heat broke, but it's definitely different than this morning. 

Mingi caressed your hair, arms holding you close to him, “Nervous?

You sighed against his neck, “Very. I just don’t know how painful it will be. I thought the last one four months ago was the worst.” Mingi’s chest vibrated as he hummed.

“We’ll be here for you and do our best to make sure it’s not too bad,” he pecked the top of your head. “Is there anything I can do for you right now?”

You shook your head, “Just stay here.” Your arms tightened around him, tail wrapping around his leg. Mingi chuckled at how precious you were being. He could get used to this.

A yelp emitted from the kitchen startled you a bit. Yunho hissed a ‘fuck’. “He’s fine, guys, just accidentally burned himself,” San announced, and you let out a breathy laugh in response. He's so clumsy.

Mingi giggled in response to you. Soon after, the sizzling from the kitchen continued. “...Do you know who you want to spend your first day with?” he asked, tracing shapes on your back.

“Whoever is closest to me when it breaks. I’m not picky,” the smell of the food made your stomach rumble. Mingi felt it.

“Sannie,” he yelled from under you. San responded with a ‘yeah?’, “Do we have any more of those small sandwiches? Our y/n is hungry.” You shook your head at him; he didn’t have to do that, but you appreciated it. 

Two minutes passed before San came with a tray. It had a plate of sandwiches and two glasses of water, placing them on the living room table. He kneeled to you, rubbing your shoulder. “Hyung is also making us dinner tonight aside from the meals for the week. It should be ready in an hour. These should suffice in the meantime”. 

“Thank you,” San gave you a small peck on your shoulder, leaving to continue cooking. You pushed yourself up using Mingi’s chest, sitting on him. His hands were on your waist so you wouldn’t fall over. You reached for a tea sandwich consisting of lunch meat, cheese, and lettuce, biting into it. Mingi was too busy studying you, “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Mingi shook his head, “Watching you eat is enough for me”. You couldn’t take that for an answer, offering the sandwich you took a bite off in front of his lips. He took it in his mouth, thanking you. He allowed you to finish the other two sandwiches San brought, nibbling whatever you offered to him. You didn’t drink all the water because you felt bad sitting on him for so long, not that he minded. You placed a straw in your cup, gesturing for him to drink. You observed him wrap his plush lips around the plastic as his Adam's apple bobbed with each sip.

“Has anyone ever told you that your lips were alluring?” You placed the cup on the tray, ears flicking at the clink it made. 

Mingi nodded, “All the time. Wooyoung likes to tell me that a lot. Threatens to chew them off sometimes.” You giggled at the idea of Wooyoung chewing his lips off. “Come,” Mingi brought you back down. This time his nose was in your scent gland. “Your pheromones are addicting, I’m sorry.”

You held his head as you lay against him, “I’m glad.”

The two of you stayed like that, waiting for everything to finish. San and Yunho plated tonight’s dinner, setting the dining table after having already put the meal preps away, “Food’s ready.” Yunho grabbed the drinks from the counter and placed them next to the plates as San brought the silverware.

Mingi wrapped your arms around his neck, sitting up to lock your legs around his waist as he carried you over to the table. He sat you on your usual seat, next to Yunho, before taking his seat across from you. Yours and Mingi’s tails swayed in content, having scented each other to the fullest. The older males took their respective seats. “Thank you for cooking, hyungs.” You also thanked them for cooking.

“You two seemed like you had a great time on the couch.” San sipped his drink, noting how messy Mingi’s hair appeared. He acted coy, pushing his glasses up. It’s not like the two of you did anything crazy, but with how you two looked, it gave off that impression. 

“Y/n smells too good, I can’t help it,” Mingi nibbled at the Chicken Alfredo they made, eyes gleaming. “You guys made this?!”

Yunho mixed his food around. “You sound surprised.”

“I am. The last time you cooked something… it wasn’t distinguishable.” Mingi grimaced at the thought of his rosé risotto he attempted months back.

Yunho pouted. Mingi had a point, so he couldn’t counter back. You ate some of it, making an ‘angry’ face towards it. “It’s delightful.” Yunho petted your head as he indulged in the food himself.

Dinner was quiet besides the occasional clinks of utensils against the glass plates. You were brooding over what tomorrow would bring, your tail wrapped around your arm, reconciling with yourself about it. San peeped at it but decided not to speak, he understood what you were feeling. Mingi was the first to finish, stretching and yawning. It was unlike his usual eating habits, but he said he was more than full. He took his dinnerware to the dishwasher first, too lazy to clean it right now. Mingi mentioned washing up first, wishing everyone a good night before leaving for his room. San was second to finish up, excusing himself to his room soon after, which left you and Yunho to yourselves.

You were pretty full, messing with what was left of dinner. It could be from the sandwiches you got earlier, could be because your stomach had butterflies. Yunho had already finished, watching you as you were distracted. “You can save it for later. You don’t have to finish it.” You glanced at him briefly, finally getting up to put it away. 

Yunho beat you to it, though, grabbing your plate and his. “I can wash my stuff, you know,” you chuckled.

“I know,” Yunho walked to the kitchen, gladly putting your leftovers in the fridge. “Go wash up and rest. I’ll see you in the morning.”

The morning… You wish it would stay tonight for a while, but maybe a shower would help you get your mind off things. 

You excused yourself upstairs to your room, preparing a change of clothes to put on after you were done. You picked out a matching cotton set of underwear and a silk midnight blue pajama set with shorts, placing it on your bed. Satisfied with your selection, you headed to the bathroom, seeing Yunho leaving it. He didn’t see you leave your room, swiftly entering his. You realized you had never seen anyone’s room yet, wondering what it looked like. 

Nonetheless, you readied the hot shower, removing your clothes to hop in. The water hit you instantly, and your body melted into it. You washed your hair with the shampoo and conditioner Yunho provided, liking the vanilla scent more than you thought. When you scratched your scalp, your hands brushed over your ears, eliciting a small moan. It’s ridiculous how sensitive your ears and tail get when in preheat. During heat, it helps in the bedroom, but when you just want to do simple tasks such as, it's burdensome. You eventually washed the suds out, cleaning your body next. That task was at least easier, taking your time to go around your neck, under your arms, and your legs, taking the opportunity to get under your nails. Self-care is more important right now because you can guarantee that in the upcoming days, you won’t feel the luxury of being this clean. The shower took about twenty minutes, most of that time being you scrubbing yourself while daydreaming about anything.

Turning off the water, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around your body, feeling squeaky clean. Your hair smelled fragrant, your body felt new, and your skin looked flawless, making you ready to conquer tomorrow. With that attitude, you blow-dried your hair and brushed your teeth before looking down the hallway for signs of anybody. When the coast was clear, you tiptoed to your room, removing your towel and placing it in your laundry hamper. Before you put on your pajamas, you take the time to lotion your body and moisturize your face for extra self-care, wanting to drown in the essence of vanilla. You gazed at yourself in the mirror, putting on your bra and panties, admiring how they looked on you, and eventually putting on the pajamas afterward. 

Now that everything was done, all you had to do was sleep…But you didn’t want to sleep in your bed tonight.

You left your room again, making your way two doors down to Yunho’s room. You put your ear against it to hear if he was doing anything, but you heard nothing. You knocked on his door, deciding it was better than walking in. After a moment of silence, you thought he was asleep. You almost walked away until Yunho swung the door open, looking down at you.

“Hey darling, is something wrong?” he appeared as if he was about to go to bed, honestly, changing into a completely different outfit, a black tee and shorts. You don’t think you’ve seen his legs until now, they were very toned.

“No…” You played with the hem of your shirt, tail wrapped around your arm. “But I do have a question,” Yunho leaned against the door frame, waiting for you to ask. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

Yunho didn’t know that’s the question you were going to ask. He moved out of the way, gesturing his arm toward the inside of the room, “As you wish. ”

The interior was better than you expected. The first thing you noticed was his PC set up, he had two monitors and some decorations on the desk. His walls were a blueish gray, adorned with artwork, his nightstand had magazines with him on it, showing off his greatest achievements, and a lovely plant on the windowsill. His bed was also queen-sized, with a gray blanket and pillows, but white sheets.

The side of the bed that looked untouched was the side you chose, pulling the sheets over your legs as you patiently waited for him to head over to his side. The nightstand lamp was still lit, and he turned off the main lights before heading over. “Thank you for allowing me in your room. I wanted to ask the first night I stayed, but didn’t want to push any boundaries”.

Yunho sat on his side of the bed. “Is that so? You could’ve asked.” You shrugged; that was already two weeks ago now. “If you ever feel like sleeping here in the future, you could let me know.” He pulled the sheets up over his legs, you were already lying down with your back facing him in a fetal position. He chuckled, turning the nightstand light off. “Goodnight, y/n.”

You felt him shift behind you, back away from you as well. Except you weren’t fully content. “Yunho?”

“Hm?”

“Can you hold me too?”

You felt the bed shift again, his arm wrapped around your waist, and he pulled you closer to him. Your back touched his chest, feeling his knees slightly under yours, “better?”

You nuzzled even closer to him, making him hold you tighter, finally feeling like this is where you needed to be. “Yes.”

“Good,” you felt his breath against your head, feeling warm again.

“Goodnight, Yunho”, was the last thing you said before drifting off into a deep rest.

Tomorrow would be unforgiving and unrelenting to your sleep. 

[ella8rikii]

Brothers best friend. (N.R)

NonIdol!niki <~> ft. Jake, Heeseung, Sunghoon

Credits to @orimuraa took some inspiration <3

——

You had known Niki since you remembered, he was your brothers best friend. Him and Jake had met in 1st grade and they had been inseparable since then.

You and Jake were close as sibling, you did things together and you hung out with him and his friends sometimes. Jake and his friends loved having you around, you were this big ball of energy and it was hard not to like you. It was like you were their sister. You were 2 years younger than them, which only made you cuter in their eyes.

Niki had always been there for you, he congratulated you as quickly as he could, came to your basketball games, helped you study and even helped you with boy problems. You guys were really close.

You were only 10 when you realised the love you had for Niki was more than friends you loved him. But you couldn’t tell him that and potentially ruin everything, also you were young and still had your whole childhood left.

——

When you were 13 you had this really big basketball game and Niki promised to show up, your parents couldn’t be there since they were on a business trip so Jake and all his friends came, except for Niki..

Your team won the came and you did really well, but the whole car ride home you cried, Jake sat next to you rubbing circles on your back as Sunghoon drove with Heeseung in the passenger seat. They didn’t understand why you were bawling your eyes out after such a big game, but Jake had a clue it had something to do with his best friend not showing up.

You were now laying in your storm of fluffy blankets and pillows, the thing you called your bed, hiding away from all sadness and anger. He promised and he broke it.

There was a knock at the door and you heard Jake go and answer it. “What are you doing here man?” Jakes voice was firm and questioning, “shit- look man I’m sorry” Niki. Niki was at the door, you turned away not wanting to hear the conversation but something kept you listening. “You shouldn’t be sorry to me but to her” you heard the door close and double foot steps inside, why did he let him in? “Is she okay? Can I see her?” You heard Jake sigh “she cried the whole way home, even though they won the game.” You heard him sigh again “she’s in her room”

You turned you back towards the door, you didn’t want to see him. You heard the door creek open, and Niki’s footsteps were light and careful. “Y/nnie?” His voice was soft and quite full of regret. You turned too him without realising until you faced him. You slowly sat up pulling your blanket tight around you.

“Y/nnie I’m so sorry, princess” he kneeled in front of you reaching for your hand and holding it gently “did you forget?” You asked quietly, Niki’s face was full of regret, his eyes scanning your face. “Fuck- I’ll never forget again okay? I’m so sorry, I’ll never miss something like this again” you just stared at him eyes glossy from crying

“okay, I forgive you” you said “I’m really sorry” he said as he pulled you into a hug.

After that night your feelings for him grew stronger, and as he promised he showed up to all your games and birthdays and anything you found important.

——

In high school your feelings for him didn’t disappear, they kept getting stronger, after all of his practices you waited with a cold water bottle for him and a towel. You walked home with him and Jake. You waited for him before lunch, you were basically clung to him without thinking much of it, Niki didn’t either.

But when your feelings started to grow more and more you thought you had to put a stop to it. Jake knew you liked Niki but he swore not to tell him.

In your diary you wrote

Operation stop having feeling for Niki

1. Stop clinging to him

2. No more water and towels after practise

3. No walking home with him

4. Avoid him as much as possible

And that’s what you did. No matter how hard it was or how much you wanted to walk home with him, you needed this crush to go away.

You didn’t realise how hard this would be, but you were determined. When you saw him in the halls, you ran the other way. When you saw him walking with Jake you purposely waited for them to walk away so he wouldn’t see you. And you didn’t show up to practise anymore.

This had been going on for about 2 weeks and Niki am had caught on, he tried asking Jake if something was wrong with you but Jake said he had no idea.

Jake and Niki were walking in the hall when they saw you, like usual you ran the other way. “See? She does that every time I see her, I don’t get it” Niki pointed eyebrows furrowing “I don’t know what to tell you man” and it was true Jake didn’t know what to do

“I feel weird without her y’know, I’m so used to having her by my side when she’s gone I feel weird” Niki brushed his hand through his hair

“maybe she’s going through a phase, ‘no boys’ thing” Jake nudged his shoulder “no, she talks to you Sunghoon and Heeseung all the time, but she avoids me” Niki’s voice was frustrated

“Well then it’s probably a ‘no Niki’ phase” Jake laughed, Niki glared at him, he was really hopeless.

——

This ‘no Niki’ thing had been going on for about a month and Jake was tired of hearing Niki complain. So he talked to Sunghoon and Heeseung about it.

“Aren’t you guys tired of hearing Niki complain about y/n avoiding him?” Heeseung and Sunghoon both nodded “well I have a plan” Jake sounded like some crazy mafia boss in a movie “first of all stop talking in that ‘tone’ and second of all what plan?” Heeseung snorted

“Operation ‘get y/n to talk to Niki and confess her feelings so we can finally live in peace’ starting today” Jake’s voice lowered an octave when he said that. “That’s a terrible name” Heeseung stated “I like it, straight forward y’know” Sunghoon said calm.

“It’s simple just corner Niki and y/n in a classroom and lock em’ in there so she’s forced to talk to him” Jake stated “I’ll handle y/n, you guys get Niki alright?”

“Sounds easy enough” Sunghoon said. And with that the plan was on. “But if that doesn’t work can I ask her out?” Heeseung stated “absolutely not bro”

——

When the school day finished you were getting your stuff from your locker when Jake came to you “y/n wanna walk home together?” You looked at him “nuh uh I’m not walking with Niki” you shook your head “no Niki already went home” Jake exclaimed

“Okay then sure” you smiled grabbing your books and stuffing them in your locker. “Oh shoot i forgot my chemistry book and my jacket, can you grab the book while I get my jacket?” Jake asked “oh yeah sure. What classroom?”

“504 the one behind you, thanks” you turned around and walked towards the classroom. Once you were inside you looked around and there he was, Niki. You turned around quickly and were about to open the door door, but it was locked.

“The hell?” You stated “y/n?” A voice asked, Niki’s voice. “Oh um hi-“ you stated before he cut you off “why are you avoiding me?” He asked as he walked to you.

“I’m not, just busy” you said quickly “stop lying y/n” he said turning you around to face him. “We’re locked in here, might aswell tell me the truth?” He said “fucking Jake” you cursed under your breath

“Just tell me, I don’t feel the same without you” you looked in your eyes, you gaze avoiding his “whatever it is it won’t change my opinion about you” his voice was sincere

“I like you” you blurted out without even realising, you quickly threw your hand over your mouth, eyes widening.

He just stood there, then he walked all the way up to you, removed you hand from your mouth and kissed you?

It all happened so fast and without processing you kissed him back. “I like you too sweet girl” he said when he pulled away

“Yeah but we don’t know each other well enough” you said embarrassed trying to avoid this conversation “u sure about that?” He said grinning “y-yes-“

“your favourite colours baby pink but you also love orange, you favourite candy is the strawberry gummy’s, you tilt your head when you’re confused and you get shy really fast”

You shook your head to every single thing he just said even tho he was right. Did he really know you so well? “You still sure we don’t know each other?” He smirked his head following your every movement

“So what does this make us?” You said shy “what do you want i to make us?” Since when did he become such a flirt? When you didn’t say anything he spoke up

“Be my girlfriend, y/n” he tilted you chin to look at him “okay” you said shy, then he kissed you again longer this time like he had all the time in the world.

When you guys finally got out of the classroom, you walked home hand in hand, this was meant to be.

—— epilogue

“Y’know my favourite candy is the strawberry ones?”

“I know”

“You got everything right I was just lying”

“I know, sweet”

“You know-“

“Shh, sweet”

——

Y’all this is noiceee gurllll, thanks for reading !! This banger won the poll so here ya go

[wonuwrites]

Seventeen In The Beginning Stages Of A New Relationship x

saw someone do an ask in someone elses inbox and thought this would be fun to write about. Especially since I've been writing SO much angst lately. It would be nice to have some teeth rotting fluff :)

Prompt: How would Seventeen Members be in the beginning stages of a new relationship?

Warnings: really fluffy, sfw version so sorry no horny time, minors still don't interact tho~, pet names, potentially cussing because that's the person I am. idk if you like cute shit you might not like this.

ღ S Coups: super soft, complete opposite of how he usually is.

Almost all of them are the type to be "down bad" but holy shit Seungcheol is on another level.

Thinks that you are royalty and treats you that way.

He holds the door for you.

Opens the car door for you and puts his hand above your head so you wont bang your head.

He will be the best bag and umbrella holder.

He always walks to your front door with fresh flowers before each date.

Has a million compliments running through his mind but too shy to admit them all because he's afraid you will run away.

The first time you interlocked your fingers with his, he almost died.

Like his heart almost backflipped out of his chest and he just felt electrified.

He has a list of things you like saved to his phone so he can 'surprise' you out of the blue.

I can see him thinking long term pretty early on in your relationship.

You just are so important to him as he is to you.

ღ Jeonghan: super shy but can't help but tease still.

Jeonghan would act like it was the other way around but he was SO wrapped around your finger.

When you weren't looking he would be sending you the biggest heart eyes.

He'd constantly wonder how the hell he got so lucky to have someone like you.

He would want to be next to you all the time.

Sometimes he'd forget time was a thing and would send "goodnight" texts after practice or schedules.

Sometimes that would be like 3 in the morning and then he'd triple text an apology.

Luckily you would find it precious.

But not as precious as he thought YOU were.

He would always have a smile plastered on his face when he was around you.

He just thought you were so neat.

ღ Joshua: insane yet a gentleman

Listen, Joshua is insane but he's a gentleman. Especially to his baby.

When you agreed to be his, he felt like he won the lotto.

He would so mindful of you.

He would want to know everything about you.

As long as you were comfortable with it though.

TBH he would either do big gestures or little ones. No in between.

He would make you a bracelet with both of your favorite colors.

He would love to talk on the phone with you.

Especially at night after a long day of practices.

Even though he MUCH rather be with you in person, your voice is music to him.

You are his peace.

Overtime, you become apart of the 'evil twin' chaos with him and Jeonghan.

Seventeen would call you three the 'evil triplets'

If you are crazy as well, you get bonus points.

ღ Jun: shy giggly mess but would do anything for you.

If you were to tell Jun to jump, he'd ask how high.

Similarly to Seungcheol, he'd be extremely down bad.

He would constantly smile at you no matter what.

Like, you could sneeze and he would find it adorable.

At the beginning before he was 1000% comfortable, he would giggle a lot and overthink everything.

Hell, he over thought whether or not it was too soon to hold your hand.

YOU had to be the one to grab his hand and swing it back and forth.

(That action alone gave him butterflies for 7 business days btw.)

The more comfortable he got, the more silly he got which made you giggle and become the shy giggly mess.

He would send you random pictures throughout the day of things that made him think of you.

TBH I can see him bringing you random things that made him think of you.

like a cool ass rock? Totally would bring it to you because the color of the rock reminded him of your eye color or whatever LOL.

He just wanted to show you how much he liked you.

ღ Hoshi: pretty much what you would expect

Soonyoung wore a smile whenever you were around and even strangers could see how whipped he was.

Do you rememember Loco and Hwasa's interaction on "Hyena's on The Keyboard?" Yeah basically, Soonyoung would be like Loco toward you. Especially the car scene when he bought Hwasa a lipstick LMFAO

You would make him so flustered most days and it was honestly so cute.

The days he was a bit more confident would make you so flustered but unlike you where it was unintentional his was intentional.

Cuddly lil tiger... rawr (I'm so sorry)

Honestly, just being near you was all he needed for a good day.

When you both were busy with various schedules, he would send you texts throughout the day and send you pictures and videos of things that made him think of you.

Which would honestly be basically everything because you were ALWAYS on his mind.

Basically just a cuddly lil simp that was so happy to be yours.

ღ Wonwoo: the biggest cheerleader tbh

All members would be hella supportive of their significant others but I feel like Wonwoo would be the most supportive.

Not in a way that would be overly shown but would bring you flower after big projects and things like that.

Loves to listen to you talk about projects, aspirations, and all at.

He is all smiles whenever you talk about things you are SUPER passionate about.

His love language would be acts of service so he would do his best to do things that would make your life a bit more easier.

Also would be a subtle romantic. He would take you on casual but meaningful dates.

If you went to an arcade he would make sure he won you a plushie.

Also, if you thought you were paying for anything, that would be cute.

Also, if you were also a gamer and wanted to play minecraft, he would put your beds next to each other in your shared house.

Just the best cheerleader <3

ღ Woozi: feels like he won the lottery

Jihoon feels like he won the lottery when it comes to you.

He found someone that liked him for Jihoon and not just because he was Woozi?!

He would constantly be shocked that you were so supportive of him and vice versa.

After like the second date, he already felt like you were going to be a muse for him.

Writes the cutest love songs for your ears only.

They would be some of the most vulnerable lyrics that would make you just cry because they were so beautiful.

He isn't a very touchy guy but he would hold your hands often.

Is a homebody mostly but would step out of his comfort zone to go on an adventure with you.

You both have 'secret gestures' when out in public. If you are nervous or want him to know you are thinking of him, you tug at your left ear twice. For him, he will rub the top of his nose bridge twice.

It gives him butterflies if you do it in front of y'all's friends.

He's honestly so down bad for you and just constantly grateful for you.

ღ DK: down bad, comfortable, your new best friend.

Seokmin had the biggest crush on you before you started dating. When you both got together he felt like the luckiest son of a bitch ever.

The other members would tease him constantly because he was so down bad and such a simp for you.

But hey, you weren't complaining because you also were down bad and a simp for him lol.

You both skipped the "awkward" parts of the beginning of a relationship and it just always felt so comfortable.

Even when it was learning about what you both liked and disliked.

You both just fit together like a puzzle piece.

You both were head over heels for each other super quick.

He just was your best friend and vise versa.

ღ Mingyu: 25/8 heart eyes and so thankful for you.

Mingyu was super emotional when it came to you.

He was a mix of Seungcheol and Seokmin where he was just so down bad for you and just so comfortable around you.

Similarly to Seungcheol, he would also think long term.

He just loved and craved doing domestic things with you.

He loved cooking, he loved movie nights, he loved late night drives where you were the best passenger princess.

Shit, he even loved folding laundry with you which he helped you do when it was pouring rain and y'all had to cancel reservations because the rain was so bad.

He just was so enchanted to be with you and love you.

Oh also, he is such a clingy man and would always want to hold your hand or be touching you in some way.

ღ Minghao: the moment when the anti-delulu becomes delulu for his baby

Minghao would find you to be the most precious person in the world.

He would want to do everything and anything for you.

He would constantly look at you with heart eyes.

He would be constantly flustered because of your antics.

He would think you were the most precious-est person to ever ever exist.

You would be a muse for him and his paintings.

Omg, if you both did paint dates, his heart would explode because you were both doing something he loved together.

If you were someone that likes to read, you both would cuddle and get lost in your books while near each other.

To him, you are perfect.

And to you, he is perfect.

ღ Seungkwan: he would want to be perfect because you deserve it

Seungkwan is very cautious about his image with him being an idol and doing variety shows often.

For first bit of the relationship, I can see him trying to prove something to you.

He would try his best to be perfect for you that you would have to sit him down and tell him that you like him for him. That him being an idol is just a lil bonus.

This would hard rewire his brain and he would learn how to be himself with you.

He is very vulnerable with you.

A lot of the members love that you bring a more casual side to him.

However, he would love if you were sassy and would be side eyeing people with him.

Imagine a lot of self care days with him. Like face masks while eating take out.

He just loves being around you because he feels safe.

You become his safe place <33333

ღ Vernon: partners in crime and just so thankful for you.

Hansol finding you was a dream come true and he often thanked the stars for finding you.

You both spoke in movie, vine, and tiktok quotes.

Most of your text convos are of random memes.

Some of the older members look at your relationship and just think "?????"

However, Hansol and you don't give a rats ass because you both understand and that is what matters.

He would match clothes with you.

He would often let you borrow his clothes because he thinks they looked way better on you then him.

He would show you his solo stuff before he showed anyone else.

He is just so in love with you awww.

ღ Dino: Down bad doesn't even cover it

I know I said Seungcheol was the ultimate when it came to being "down bad" but holy shit Lee Chan.

He would be a mix of all of his hyungs tbh

However, he would be so down bad that his hyungs would tease him.

He would bring you up ALL the time.

He had you as his wallpaper and even had a polaroid picture of you both in his wallet.

He would be your biggest fan and he just loved you so much.

He would do tiktok dance challenges with you all the time.

He also would try to find things cool things to do on dates with you.

[poisonlove]

We can't be friends | w.a

Request @ortegalvr

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X reader

Warning: Fluffy, Sad

Belladonna

The belladonna plant, also known as Atropa belladonna, is notorious for being poisonous, but some of its chemicals can be used in medicine to treat certain conditions, as in traditional medicine. However, its use requires extreme caution and medical supervision due to its toxicity.

I scrunch up my nose and look at the words in our herbology book with confusion. I had to do thorough research on poisonous plants and any potential benefits they might bring, so I decided to take advantage of this research time at the Weathervane.

"Here's your macchiato," I raise my head from the book and see the barista. The brown-eyed, curly-haired guy gives me a small smile. "Thank you," I return the smile and notice him walking back to the counter, wiping some cups.

I sigh audibly and sip the coffee, closing my eyes to the delicious flavor. It wasn't Italian, but it was still good, less watery than I imagined. I lick my lower lip and return my eyes to my notes, tapping the pen on the paper, thinking of some other poisonous plant.

I needed to get a good grade.

The sound of the bell in the shop marks someone's arrival, and I look up curiously, seeing a familiar figure. A sensation of chill runs through my body, my heart pounding frantically against my chest.

I couldn't move.

Wednesday Addams was accompanied by a girl, a blonde with colorful highlights. The blonde was smiling broadly and chatting with the brunette, who was looking at her with her usual apathetic gaze. Wednesday was wearing an all-black school uniform, her unmistakable braids hanging over her shoulders.

Her eyes flick in my direction, and I feel my shoulders slump, my eyes softening as I look at Wednesday after so many years. Wednesday seemed surprised to see me, but she didn't show it. Her posture remained perfect, no hint of shock or surprise, just her eyes staring into mine as if trying to read something in them.

The blonde, noticing where Wednesday was looking, leans towards her, probably asking who I was, interrupting the staring contest that had developed between me and her. "I didn't know you knew anyone here in Jericho," is the only thing I manage to catch from their dialogue, and I lower my head to the table, playing with my hands.

It was a habit I had when I was nervous and embarrassed, which was plausible considering it's been years since I've seen little Addams. "Wed, are you okay?" the blonde asks again, two tables away from me. I purse my lips, feeling bitterness in my mouth at the nickname she gave her.

Wed? Now you're letting her call you by my nickname? I thought bitterly.

I sigh audibly and turn my attention back to my assignment, trying to ignore the conversations between the blonde and Wednesday, even though the latter barely spoke. I unconsciously smile, knowing it was just like her to behave this way.

Let's say that every time we went out together, I was the one who talked the most of the two, the brunette just looked at me without blinking, her deer-like eyes watching me with curiosity as I talked and talked. It made me smile and shiver at the same time to be watched with such intensity, but Wednesday loved listening to me talk, she always said she liked my voice

Oleander... Poison... Wednesday.

I knew perfectly well that Wednesday loved this kind of thing, studying every kind of weapon or poisonous plant, a passion her mother passed on to her. But this connection came to mind only now seeing Addams' figure.

I raise my gaze, unconsciously looking at the girl who was my downfall, the love of my life... A girl I still think could be mine. I see her talking to the blonde, smiling shyly, almost imperceptibly at her words.

Apparently, she can understand you, right?

Because I'm different from her, right?

"No! You can't understand! I don't want to hurt you," Wednesday's voice suddenly rises, looking at me seriously.

"But..." I start, feeling tears welling up in my eyes.Wednesday turns her back on me and walks towards the entrance of my room, her hand on the doorknob, her back rigid.

"We can't keep seeing each other, I don't want to see you anymore," her voice lowers again, a cold chill creeping into my bones.

"You're leaving me?" I whisper, looking at the brunette in disbelief. Wednesday doesn't even hint at turning around, her shoulders slumping as she opens the door.

"Wed," I say timidly, my voice breaking as tears threaten to fall. Addams tightly grips the doorknob, her posture still perfect.

"Don't be pathetic, y/n... You're smarter than this," she says with such coldness that it leaves me stunned. After this sentence, Wednesday walks through the door of my room, leaving my house and my life.

It's been 3 years since that moment, and I still shiver at the memory.

I clench my jaw tightly, trying to suppress the anger and pain I still feel, as I delve into my assignment, trying to find comfort in the pages of the book.

"What do you want to order, Wed?" asks a high-pitched voice. I look at the paper while waiting for her rather obvious response.

"Iced espresso," Wednesday replies neutrally.

Her favorite, I know.

Apparently, she still liked the coffee I made her try at my house during our first study project.

Umm... What can I offer you?" I ask nervously as I watch the brunette marveling around my kitchen. Wednesday touches my microwave and looks at it closely.

"What do you have?" she asks spontaneously, her voice small but determined.

"I asked you for a reason, don't you think?" I chuckle timidly, smiling at Addams' strangeness. Wednesday didn't seem like a very... Simple girl, indeed, she had a morbid sense of humor and a loyalty to the color black.

Wednesday gazes into my eyes, making me blush at their intensity. Black eyes stare into mine without blinking, whether curious or annoyed, I still don't know.

"What's that?" she points to the coffee machine, and I blink incredulously.

"You really don't know what it is?" I ask in surprise, and she tilts her head sideways, analyzing me with her gaze.

"It's a coffee machine... Do you want to try my family's famous iced espresso?" I ask proudly, my eyes lighting up with excitement.

The corners of Addams' mouth lift, and she timidly nods her head.

I shake my head and try to focus, a solitary tear rolling down my cheek before falling onto the book. I clench my jaw and try not to cry. Focus on the task.

Don't be weak, don't be pathetic

"Enid, can you hurry up and finish the frappé? It's almost writing time," Wednesday asks with a hint of irritation, earning a glare from what I now know is called Enid.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch their interaction, Wednesday's black eyes pointing towards my direction again. I look away towards her features: high cheekbones, full lips, a stoic but incredibly attractive gaze. Wednesday remains motionless, staring at me, and I surrender to her gaze, starting to pack up my things to put them in my backpack.

The memory of our first date...

We were in the dark room of Wednesday's house, enveloped by the tense and mysterious atmosphere of a horror movie playing on the big screen. Sitting on the couch, I was completely immersed in the plot, but every now and then a shiver of terror would make me jump.

I felt the tension building inside me as the scenes became increasingly eerie. My hands were clenched into fists on my knees, and my heart was beating so fast I feared it might burst from my chest, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen.

Suddenly, a particularly scary scene materialized on the screen, and I couldn't hold back a small scream of terror. Without hesitation, Wednesday grabbed my hand firmly, surprising me with her quick action.

The touch of her hand on mine made me jump, but immediately I felt a sense of calm spreading inside me. Her fingers were cold, but the grip was comforting, as if she wanted to protect me from the terror surrounding usI looked at Wednesday with gratitude, finding comfort in her dark and deep eyes.

She didn't say a word, but her simple gesture spoke more than a thousand words. In that moment, I understood that I wasn't alone, that she was there with me, ready to support me.

So, with Wednesday's hand in mine, I faced the rest of the movie with a renewed sense of courage, knowing that no matter how terrifying it was, I could overcome it with her by my side.

Our first kiss, which happened later that evening.

Wednesday and I locked eyes, a silence filled with tension and emotion enveloping the room.

Our gaze met, and I could sense the same uncertainty I felt.Then, slowly, Wednesday leaned towards me, her eyes fixed on mine with intensity. My heart was pounding so hard I feared it might burst, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from her.

Her lips brushed against mine cautiously, as if she was afraid of hurting me. I felt the warmth of her breath on my face, and a shiver ran down my spine as I leaned in closer to her. Our first kiss was a moment of pure enchantment, a whirlwind of overwhelming emotions.

Wednesday's lips were soft and warm against mine, and the contact was so intense that for a moment it seemed like the world around us stopped.

An onslaught of memories overwhelms me, making me feel vulnerable. My heart breaks at the memories of what we were, of what we shared.

I feel like that flood of memories could easily drive me to madness, but I don't want to feed this monstrous fire. I just want to let this story die, and I'll be alright.

"Shit," I whisper, clenching my jaw tightly.

I stand up from the chair, and the cup near me falls to the ground, attracting the attention of the others. Tyler, the barista, walks over to me and crouches down to pick up the broken pieces. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I say with concern. "It's okay, accidents happen," he says, smiling kindly.

My eyes glance at Wednesday, and I see her turn her head upon hearing the noise. The blonde next to her continues to drink her frappé, unfazed by the events. Wednesday keeps looking at me in a strange way, her eyes... Glassy. They're kind. Her body invites me to approach and I freeze at the thought of standing just a few steps away from her, face to face.

Maybe she wants to talk and sort things out?

Be friends?

I purse my lips and break the eye contact between us. I grab the backpack with my assignments inside and look at Tyler with concern, who smiles broadly at me.

I give him a small smile and leave the shop, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

We can't be friends, there are too many feelings.

But I'd like to just pretend, maybe one day not too far away I'll be able to.

But a part of me... Wait until you like me again.

[calebslittlecrow]

The Sudden Fear Of Shifting

Okay, I'm probably not the only one who was practically licking the floor of their DR , only for my brain to suddenly flip a switch saying: "Wait a damn minute. This is weird. Abort! Freak out! Send help!". And of course I jolt upright in my bed in the middle of the night mid method, heart racing and cats scattering as if I summoned a demon in the middle of the bedroom. This shit if so frustrating. I want this, I want shifting and my DR and my slightly-stupid-but-still-trying boyfriend! I spent hours scripting, listening to subliminals and getting hyped as fuck, only for my own brain to body-check me back into my CR. After sulking for a while and thinking about it, I realized I'm not afraid of being in my DR, despite it being a bit chaotic and unknown. I'm scared of that stupid in-between. It's the thought of the transition. The small leap from what what is known and safe to something that maybe is still a bit uncharted for me. The destination isn't scary, the fucking launch to get there is. Don't even know when that shit sneaked in. There is different kinds of unknown. Like the "moved to a new city unknown": it is still familiar, you lived or have been in cities before, the general vibe is still there. But shifting? That is something completely new for most of us, at least the "big" jump to our DR. New memories, people, surroundings, maybe a very different looking you. And we can read a hundred shifting stories, we cannot tell how shifting will feel for ourselves, that moment of crossing. Not until we experience it. Floating? Dropping? Vibrating like a washing machine on the spin cycle? Just waking up there? Bam, suddenly there? We can't be sure and a lot of times that "not sure" is the scary thing. And sometimes when that uncertainty gets a bit too loud, we recoil and grab the first thing that feels safe: this CR. Even if it sucks real bad. Up until this point your DR has lived in the safe box of your imagination. Real for you, yes, but you could mold it however you wanted, break and rebuild it. The moment it starts to get real, viscerally real, your brain notices that you are about to lose some of that control and god, it really doesn't like that feeling sometimes.

But I scraped some tips together that can potentially help ^- ^: 1. Make You Room Familiar Some reddit shifter (don't remember the name, sorry T-T), once said their fear disappeared the moment they made themselves actually familiar with their DR bedroom (the place they wanted to wake up in). Get visual. Go to Pinterest, search shit like "Hogwarts dorm room aesthetic" or "cottage bedroom", "bedroom with plants" or something like that, whatever fits your DR vibe. Pick a few images and study them for a while. Where is the bed? Where are the windows? How is the light falling into the room? Is the carpet soft and fluffy? Become so familiar with that room that you can point your brain at it every time you start to feel nervous. "Look, we know where we will wake up. The windows are there, the bedsheets look and feel like that. It's okay and familiar, chill". Scripting your morning routine can also help from what I've heard, plan it out and find an anchor in knowing what you are about to do after waking up in your DR.

2. Stop Choking Out Your Desires I know we are all saying we are not trying to micromanage shifting (or our manifestations), but a lot of us still have our desires in a stupid chokehold. You don't need to be in control of every tiny step and symptom. Imagine shifting as making a vase out of clay. If your grip is too tight and rough, the vase will look.... wonky. Maybe you won't even get something vase shaped. But if you guide it gently and with light hands, letting the clay take form, it will turn out much nicer. Let your subconscious do it's thing, have some trust. 3. Grounding Before Detaching Kay, that sounds stupid, but hear me out for a moment. Before shifting, take a minute or two. Just take deep breaths, touch something solid like your bedsheets, your hand, your leg. Ground yourself for a moment in the knowledge that you are safe here, no matter what. You can always freely come back to safety. If your brain feels grounded in safety, it's easier to stop the panic from suddenly slamming in. 4. Reframe Your Fear Affirm that the weird fluttering in your chest isn't fear, it's excitement. Tell yourself that this is okay, safe and not worth freaking out over. Similar to Christmas back when you were a kid and saw the presents (probably). The more you affirm, the easier it should get. We got this. After all, can't let some stupid fear keep us away from our dream lives, right? ^-^