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fillinforlater · 8 months

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Monday of Appreciation: Part 101

Hello everyone, Smite here!

2 YEAR ANNIVERSARY of Monday of Appreciation!

My first MoA post was posted on the 20th of September 2021, two years. Time really flies, huh? I don't want this to be just another MoA 100 post, but I really gotta thank you all, especially because Part 100 received so much love, God, it made me so happy <3 It was a kinda cathartic moment, the series had an epic peak... all thanks to you.

I definitely also want to thank all the writers, without whom this all wouldn't exist. My way of thanking you all is by... featuring a FUCKTON of stories below. Even if you are not featured (first of all, I'm sorry lol), I still appreciate your work and comradery in the bunker. Y'all are amazing <3

LET'S GET TO IT!!!

No. 1: @dnd-writes: Way of Water ft. Eunbi

Ah yes, Waterbomb Eunbi. The event that captured us all. The idea with the backup dancer is straight forward, nice, but the greatest thing about this is the watersports. Waterbomb, watersports... you get it? Just read it.

No.2: @leafostuff: No Names Needed ft. Sheon (Billlie)

Thanks to Leafo for spreading the good word of Sheon and her... goddamn midriff. No more reasons needed, appreciate this girl already, ugh.

No. 3: @iznsfw: The Devil's Telephone ft. Yujin

Everything IZ touches skips the part where it turns to gold. Fuck gold, IZ just creates diamondtic-masterpieces. I was thrilled to learn about this fic and when I read it... IZ did it again! This portrayal of Yujin is everything. What are we to your might!

No. 4: @idyllicidols: Cheat Day ft. Wonyoung

Wonyoung gangbang with her fans? I bet you all are already foaming at your mouth. Go on. Read it. Leave some love for this talented writer after getting your loads off the screen.

No. 5: @rvp32: Whisper of Uncontrollable Desire ft. Chaewon

Let me tell you, rvp is great! They don't hold back, they go all out, they try A/B/O, they like futa (please write futa!) and they have a Gaeul series. This one fucking sent me <3

No. 6: @existslikepristin: Not Summer Yet ft. Jeongyeon

Thx ELP for the nice message on Part 100! Thanks also for giving us these crazy pieces again and again (well, this one isn't too crazy for your standards, but you get me). This felt really intimate, liked it!

No. 7: @dreamcatchers-husband: The City of Love and Secrets ft. Sejeong

You better learn French for this fic. But fr, now I wanna go to Paris and marry a beautiful girl before :floshed: filling her up because she truly is mine now ahhhhh

No. 8: @capslocked: SERENDIPITY ft. Eunbi

Caps, Caps, Caps, Caps, Caps, what am I gonna do with you? Your fics are ALWAYS in my to read list and when I get to them... yeah, takes more than one attempt... more like five. Fuck you, I love you.

No. 9: @ggidolsmuts: Sin, Hormones and the Starlet's Boyfriend ft. Yunjin, Somi

HOLY FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK, that was so FUCKING hot, I caaaaan't stop meeeeee, this is so good, I need more of this. Yeah, basically every ddeun fic makes me go like this. What a fucking legend, man.

No. 10: @smuttysabina: A Pervert Bred by Perverts only Breeds more Perverts ft. E:U (Everglow)

As you can see, the title is quite elaborate on what happens in this fic. A bunch of perverts, a lot (and I do mean a LOT) of cum to breed and in the end everyone is happy. You too, you filthy pervert?

No. 11: @writingsomesin-amber: Puppies' New Toy Part 3 ft. LSFM, Xiaoting

FUTA, the best kind of futa. The one with Alphas, with Kazuha (who always has a HUGE cock), with boundless sex that's just horny nonsense. This is what I want to read. Thank you for writing it!

No. 12: @co-reborn: [PPV] BG SEX PERFECT PINK HAIR KOREAN COLLEGE GIRL RIDES AND GETS CREAMPIED - Full Ver ($30).mp4 ft. Jiheon

This is a sequel to probably the best porn focused smut to ever exist. Thank you, c.o, for creating this, for making it a universe and for dropping another Jiheon smut. She hot, you hot <3

No. 13: @pfxhk: Staircase: Prepotent Pleasure ft. Yuqi

Kaaajin <3 finally another Yuqi fic and a very good one at that. I want her hot lips wrapped around me too now.

No. 14: @rosiesmuts: After Dark ft. Rose

Rose little fuck doll. Her pics lately have been mind-fucking or sth like that, I dunno, just sex. Oh, and I know a lot of good things happen late at night.

No. 15: @akkaweo-akkaweo: Treatment ft. Jinsoul

That's the treatment wr allll want from our dear Jinsoul. Her gorgeous visuals have really stunned me since she joined Modhaus. Now paint that pretty face.

No. 16: @mode-lfy: Jinni (SMUT) ft. Jinni (ex-NMIXX)

Sooooo... when does Jinni unzip my pants, first thing in the morning finally come back?

Edit: SHE ACTUALLY IS?!?! LFG!

No. 17: @worldsover: link in bio top 0.1% creator ft. Jiheon

This one is the follow-up to c.o's [PVV], so we got a whole-ass universe with pornstar!Jiheon now. What a blessing, and it leaves us with no doubt that Jihron would reach that 0.1% if she'd show her cute face and bubble butt on cam... when tho???

No. 18: @allthekingssmut: She's Rough And Coarse And Gets Everywhere ft. Heejin

Star Wars is already a win in my book, pair it with hotness everywhere (the sun, a mechanic, her face) and it only gets better and better. The release to all the fucking tension between those two is EPIC. Great fic!

No. 19: @writerpeach: Overindulgent ft. Wonyoung

To say I have over-indluged in this fic would be a massive understatement. When Peach let's loose and pours out tens of thousands of words of unpure smut, we know we got ourselves a massive hit, no matter the idol. To make it even better, Wonyoung.

No. 20: @okaylikesmomo: Kampfyre Part 1 - Vocals ft. Winter

Just one word: vocal training. Wait, that is two words! So Imma a need okay to write a second part to this, because Winter has not been trained enough (imo).

No. 21: @pupyuj: Magic Words ft. Wonyoung (fem!reader)

More love to female reader fics! Especially thise one, with this sweet and spicy Wony that makes girls' legs weak and mine too xD Thank you for this great story and hot smut!

No. 22: @usedpidemo: Parasailing ft. Yuri, Minju

This story feels so nostalgic, so oddly familiar. Like I was there throughout it all and feel entitled to the release at the end. This fic has me gliding, high on their two perfect bodies.

No. 23: @summersault31: Concerto Pt. 1 ft. IU

Blowjobs under the table while tempting another woman into your sinful lifestyle... this combines a clichee with a hook that has you begging: Summer, where is Part 2?

No. 24: @midnightdancingsol: I swear, the Bear Poked Me! ft. futa!Minji x Danielle

Now for the futa appreciation. I think Sol is perfect for this, especially because the mere thought of Minji fucking Dani with her... HUGE COCK... so big and... were was I? Oh yeah, Hanni is also in this.

No. 25: @maemisnippets: You're Mine, Cheeks ft. Chaehyun (fluff)

In between 29 smuts, there is this one short fluff by our dear Maems. Well deserved, I must say. Keep it up, qt, always fun bits to read.

No. 26: @mintwithchoco: [CYMX-461] ft. Choerry, Jinsoul

Monopoly can be so much fun, if you are willing to strike some questionable deals to further your chances of winning and everyone's chances to have a good time. Bathtub sex?

No. 27: @nichuuu: Where our blue is ft. Rei

A beautiful story, it truly made me fall in love with Rei, her strive and determination, her failure, her rise---and the insane, drawn-out fucking at the end. Where our blue is has it all and I have to congratulate @nichuuu: In between all these great writers, this story really stuck out to me!

No. 28: @svndaysaweek: Niche ft. Hanni

Cute little Hanni in need of her step-brother, because she is so deeply in love with him... this was so adorable and sweet at the start and then went into an excessive smut part that fried my brain.

No. 29: @sinswithpleasure: You Can Watch, But You Can't Touch [At Least, Not Yet] ft. Mina, Sana, Momo

I. Would. Not. Last. There is no shame in me saying this, but I just couldn't, with these three hotties right in front of me. Blast it all over their bodies, hng.

No. 30: @xiakato: Ella Baila Sola ft. Xiaoting

Hm, maybe Xiaoting should dance alone, I'm not really good at it though my Just Dance scores would beg to differ.

Hey, if you read all of that, you're fucking awesome. I appreciate you, and hope, you have a great week ahead. Until the next MoA, goodbye!

#mondayofappreciation #kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert

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fanfiction4sooya · 8 months

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Masterlist

Hi guys! Just quick introduction: I'm Lua, 26 brazilian woman who loves to write. This blog is for kpop girl groups and gg's only. I write for fun and for fun only, so I don't like angst and will probably write it only under request (and I can say no if it makes me uncomfortable bc I'm really bad at it).

I try to be as polite and gentle as a human possibly can, but I can and will set boundaries (and be mean) if I have to. (Some people tend to go crazy since they are anonymous)

Mainly a NSFw blog focused on Sub F!R x Dom Idol and Idol x Idol; but feel free to request Dom Fem!R :) I write imagines, thoughts, MTL, polygamous relationships (3 people only) and honestly a lot of other stuff, just check with me on my ask box and I'll let you know!!

I only write smut for girls with legal age/people I'm comfortable writing for;

If I see spam on my ask box I won't respond and probably will delete it, I definitely do not to want to bring any negative attention towards anyone, nor shame anyone.

I don't write about any disorders at all.

Do NOT call me mommy under any circumstances, I'll be rude to you if you do.

Please be kind to each other! 💖

My favorite groups are:

BP, Dreamcatcher, Itzy (Top 3). Twice (For the n*zi shirt incident I chose to NOT write for Chaeyoung, no hate for her or those who write for her), Red velvet, IVE, Loona, WJSN, New Jeans (But I don't write for them), Le Sserafim, XG, G- Idle, aespa, SNSD and VIVIZ

Soloists: Yena, Bibi, Eunbi, BoA, Sunmi, CL, Chungha, Soojin

Dancers: Bada Lee, NoZe, Lee Jung.

So here are the links for what I write. Fics are blue, imagines are pink, asks and requests are red!

BlackPink:

Crazy over you - Jisoo x Fem! Reader

Dreamcatcher:

Office game - Handong x Yoohyeon

Happy Su-A day!

Itzy:

Annoyingly you (A! Chaeryeong/ O!Lia)

Hot wife Chaeryeong

BFF's Yeji and Chaeryeong

Power Bottom Chaeryeong

Soft love making with Chaeryeong

Pervy neighbor chaeryeong

Le Sserafim:

Make me yours (Sakura X Yunjin)

Can't save you now (Sakura x Chaewon x Kazuha)

Speak up (Dom Kazuha x F!Sub reader)

Lakers Yunjin fucking you

Sloppy head with Yunjin

Puppy needs (Hybrid Yunjin x F!Reader)

Twice:

Fire & Gasoline (A! Jihyo x O! Reader)

Pretty Pet (Sana x F! Reader)

Mornings with you (G!P Momo x F!Reader)

G!P Mina x F! Reader

Jealous Step mommy Sana (G!P)

MILF Sana x Maid F! Reader

Fisting with Step mom! Sana

G!P Doctor Sana x F! Reader

Rewarding Idol!Jihyo

Cockwarming w/ Jihyo

Masc! Jihyo

Possessive G!P Momo

Deep throat w/ G!P Mina

GF Jeongyeon

Brat tamers Jeong and Sana

Sana overstimulating you

Twice as hybrids (g!p)

Jeongyeon bottoming for you

On edge (sana x F! Reader)

Cry for me (Dahyun x F! Reader)

IVE:

Double Trouble (G!P Yujin x F!Reader x G!P Gaeul)

Rough G!P Yujin x innocent F!Reader

Yujin degrading F!Reader

Nerdy student Yujin

Cockwarming Yujin

G!P Gaeul w/ innocent tutor F!Reader

Birthday Sex w/ Wonyoung

Wonyoung x Bratty F!Reader

Riding hung Gauel

Wolf hybrid Yujin

My dream girl (Wonyoung x Liz) - Fluff

Possessive hybrid wonyoung

G-Idle:

A little relief (Shuhua x Miyeon)

Proud to be yours (BP Rosé x Miyeon)

Miyeon x Yuqi

Miyeon with a breeding kink

Somnophilia & Mimin

Thoughts on mafia boss Miyeon

Red Velvet:

Addictive (Wendy x F!Reader)

Possessive mommy Irene

Loyal dog (Sub A! Seulgi x Dom O! Reader)

Cult leaders RV fucking you

Alpha Seulgi helping on your first heat

Dirty thoughts about Irene

Joy + innocence kink

Aespa:

Mommy Karina

The closest to her (G!P Winter x F!R)

Gamer winter neglecting you

Dirty thoughts about ningning

Somnophilia with puppy minjeong

Call her now (Karina x Fem!R)

SNSD:

Let me help (Tiffany x F!Reader)

Fox hybrid yuri

Possessive alpha Tiffany

How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany

Jessica Jung and F! R first time

WJSN:

Use me please (Exy x Dayoung)

XG: -

Loona: -

I'll be your sweet dream (Heejin X F!Reader)

Camgirl! yeojin

Thoughts on G!P Kim Lip

VIVIZ: -

SOLOISTS:

Yena:

Married Reader x Yena

Car sex w/ Yena

Eunbi:

Bitter (Eunbi x F! Reader)

BIBI:

Touchy BIBI

BoA:

Dom coded BoA

Sunmi:

CL:

Chungha:

DANCERS:

Bada Lee:

Sly fox, dumb bunny (G!P Bada x F!Reader)

Alpha Bada

How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany

NoZe:

Lee Jung:

#gxg smut #blackpink smut #twice smut #itzy smut #loona smut #ive smut #dreamcatcher smut #sunmi smut #yena smut #eunbi smut #wjsn smut #red velvet smut #lua's masterlist #viviz smut #kiss of life smut #boa smut #bibi smut #xg smut

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nebulablakemurphy · 14 days

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Total Eclipse Of The Heart (Part 11)

Summary: Jacob Black, alpha of his pack, would never fall in love with a bloodsucker, much less imprint on one. The problem is that Y/N Swan was human…until she wasn’t anymore.

Series Masterlist

Y/N stares at their picture on Jacob’s night stand, the younger version of them seems to mock her.

Jacob is murmuring sweet nothings, taking no offense to her stillness. His chin rests against her shoulder, pulling her flush with his chest.

Y/N toys with his fingers, nuzzling into the pillow.

“Talk to me,” Jacob squishes his cheek to hers.

Y/N shakes her head, he always falls asleep…after. “We’ll talk in the morning.” She’ll find something else to stare at while he holds her so he can sleep soundly. The imprint makes him restless when she strays.

“I can’t sleep when you’re upset.”

Her belly flips, she wishes he couldn’t feel it. “I’m just worried about Renesmee.”

“We’re all worried about Nessie.” Jacob breathes, “Edward thinks there’s answers in Brazil. I’m sure he’s got it covered but we could go too, if you want.”

“You don’t have to give me everything I want. This is our lives together, not just mine. You get a say.”

“My heart is only beating for you.” Jacob reminds her.

“I want you to be happy, Jacob.”

He burns for her, ever aching; lamenting the fact that they walk this earth as two separate people when they are so clearly one entity. “I know, honey.”

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Y/N is packing up a few things from her room at Charlie’s. Since Renesmee’s birth she hasn’t spent much time there. She pulls the dreamcatcher Jacob gifted her from the bedpost.

“Hey, Y/N.” Charlie knocks at her door.

“Hey.”

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course. What’s up?” Y/N perches herself on the bed, hoping to appear more human.

Charlie pushes open the door, taking a tentative step inside. “I know you’ve got Billy’s place and the Cullen’s, but I was thinking maybe this could be home base for you and Jake for a while.”

Y/N smiles, dropping her leather jacket onto the bed. “Dad, I don’t want to be a burden. Jacob and I come and go a lot.”

“That’s ok,” Charlie scratches the back of his neck. “I really don’t mind.”

“I’ll ask him,” Y/N says. “I know the reservation is really important to him and we haven’t been there much.”

“That’s fair. Wouldn’t want to hog you or anything.” Charlie huffs a laugh, “I miss you, that’s all.”

“I miss you too.” Y/N admits, “I’m just…I need to make sure he’s happy.”

“Jacob loves you to death. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

Y/N nods, plucking at the wolf on her bracelet.

“Yep,” Charlie spots the hand crafted charm. “That makes a lot of sense now.”

Y/N grins, “hindsight is always 20/20. My dad taught me that.”

Charlie chuckles.

“I appreciate the offering though.” Y/N admits, “sometimes I just want to come home.”

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Jacob texts Y/N after his meeting with the pack. ‘I need to see you. Are you at the Cullen’s?’

‘No, I’m at home. Is everything ok?’

‘We’ll talk when I get there.’

Jacob wastes no time coming through the front door, climbing directly through Y/N’s window to see her packed bags. “What’s all this?”

“Just some things for the Cullen’s house.”

Jacob takes the dreamcatcher between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re taking this?”

Y/N sighs, “I know it’s stupid. I don’t even sleep…”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Jacob curses his choice of words. “I’m glad you still like it.”

“I like everything you give me, Jake.”

Jacob sets it down carefully, taking a seat on her bed.

“Did something happen? You seem upset.”

“It’s nothing really. It’s better now.”

“Is it something with the pack?”

“Something happened when I fed you.” Jacob runs a hand over his face.

“Oh,” Y/N takes a step back, giving him space.

“The pack felt it through the bond, it’s more than imprinting. I think we…I think my blood in your system might’ve caused other things to happen.”

“Like what?”

“It made me want you.” He says through gritted teeth.

“You have me.” Y/N reaches for him.

“No, honey.” Jacob scowls, “I want to…conquer you. Claim you. I want-” he breaks off. “I’m going away for a couple days.”

“What? Jacob, no.” Even under normal circumstances it would be excruciating for him to be away from her for so long. “I’ll help you. You can just stay here and we’ll…. I’ll do whatever you need me to do ok?”

“My self control isn’t half as good as you’re giving me credit for.”

Y/N’s eyes darts around the room, searching for something, anything to help her make sense of this. “You said you remember things about the person I was before. When I was your third wife, you said I was tame. I could be-”

“Don’t,” Jacob warns.

“Maybe you need that, Jacob.” Maybe the alpha needs to protect and control his mate. “I don’t know.”

“I need you. Not some person you used to be. I need my wife.”

“Then why are you leaving when we can figure it out together?”

“I’m doing it for you!” Jacob slams his fist against her nightstand.

Charlie is at her door a moment later, “everything ok in there.”

“It was me. Sorry, Charlie.”

“Jacob?”

“You can come in, dad.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “We’re just talking.”

“I wanted to make sure you were ok.” Charlie says, popping his head in. “Didn’t mean to interrupt whatever you’re doing.”

“She’s all yours.” Jacob stands, headed for the window. “I was just leaving.”

“Jacob!” Y/N is beside him, at vampire speed.

Much to Charlie’s dismay. “What is going on?”

Jacob heats up in his frustration, skin sizzling against Y/N’s.

Y/N narrows her eyes at him. Not in front of my dad.

It’s not like I can control it.

Try.

Jacob’s eyes widen with the realization that he can hear her…and she can hear him.

“You’re fighting telepathically now,” Charlie throws up a hand. “That’s great. You know, maybe Jake’s right. A break might be good for you.”

“No,” Jacob snarls, although it was his idea.

“Y/N are you ok?” Charlie asks.

Tell him. Jacob demands, without thinking.

“I’m fine.” Y/N squeaks out, in a voice that resembles her own. She slaps a hand over mouth. He commanded her to speak and so she did. Obeying as if she’s a member of his pack. Don’t ever do that to me!

The words sting, pulling the invisible string which connects them. “Sorry,” Jacob stammers, “I love you. I’m sorry.” He didn’t mean to, he didn’t even know he could-

His regret gnaws at Y/N’s belly so harshly that she yelps.

Jacob presses a hand to her abdomen, quelling the ache. The imprint. He’s used to it now, she isn’t.

“Does it always feel like this?” Y/N wonders, lying her hand over his.

“Not always, no.” Jacob swallows.

Charlie scrubs a hand over his face. “I’ll give you some privacy.” He closes the door behind him, unsure of what exactly he’s witnessing or if he even wants to know.

“Come with me to the house in Denali.” Jacob rests his forehead against hers. Help me figure it out.

“Ok.”

Part 12

Series Taglist: @vxidnik @remembered-license @itscheybaby @cole22ann @the-tryhard-twihard @zheezs14 @adaydreamaway08 @xcastawayherosx @moneteguiza @stinkii-boii @theatrechic26 @sylum @irrelevant-86

#jacob black x reader #jacob black x y/n #jacob black x vampire reader #jacob black x you #jacob black imagine #jacob black fanfiction #twilight x you #twilight imagine #jacob twilight

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insomniakisses · 1 year

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You get a call during sex

Idol: Dreamcatcher

Reader type: Alpha, g/n reader

Warnings/notes: smut-ish, mentions of sex

Your girlfriend was ridding you and seconds away from cumming when your phone rang.

She just groans and climbs off of you

Sits next to you until your call is over

The longer you take the more impatient she gets

“You better hurry before i get myself off and leave you high and dry”

Your friend had been blowing your phone up all day

This had lead to your Gf becoming rather jealous and some pretty rough sex

It was your third round and you where making out as you thrust into her when your phone rang, your friend giving up on texts

The second you even move towards it shes flipping the two of you and riding you as she chokes you

“Don’t even think about it baby”

Your thrusting came to a stop as the sound of your phones ringtone blared through the room

Whining your girlfriend passed you your phone as you pulled out

Answering it your eyes widened as siyeons soft whimpers could be heard

Looking down you saw her looking directly into your eyes while she fingered herself.

The longer you took the louder she got

The feeling of of handong lips wrapping around your cock made you hiss as your eyes shut in pleasure

She began to bob her head and jerk the bas of your cock at the same time

Saliva dripped down her chin as she worked you to orgasm until your phone went off

Grabbing your phone you answered it, ignoring the raised eyebrow your girlfriend sent you before smirking and going back to sucking your cock. Sucking harder the longer you took until you had to hang up

The second your phone went off you had intended to pull out, only for her to wrap her arms around your neck making your lips meet

“Please don’t pull out” she whines against your lips

You end up ignoring the call and fucking her harder as she whines into your sweet kisses

Both of you end up with lots of hickeys and you have lipstick all over your neck and lips from her

You were fucking your gf in doggy style, her ass propped up with a pillow under her

She had just reached her orgasm when your phone rang, right before you could blow your load

Kissing the side of her head you reach over to grab your phone staying in your gf, you leaned your body on her to give her a sense of closeness as you talked

She subconsciously grinds back on you while you till you hang up because shes still so needy

Pouty af

Begs you not to pull out

And who are you to refuse when she starts grinding on you and kissing your neck

You still answer the phone but your needy gf is gonna be pleasuring herself with you until your done

She isn’t quiet about it either

a/n; not too sure abt doing alpha reader fics lemmie know ur ops

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findroleplay · 4 months

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hello! 21+ writer here looking for other 21+ Dreamcatcher and ATEEZ rp partners, on d*scord only! my style is 3rd person, past or present tense, and varies between semi lit to lit/novella. i'm currently only looking for OCxOC roleplays or MemberxMember AU roleplays. for deukae, i'd like to use yoohyeon, and for ateez, i'd like to use wooyoung, so i'm looking for writers who would be interested in picking up one of the other members in their groups to ship together!

# SHIPS | i’m not picky with ships at all nor do i really care for what is "mainstream", so please bring me anyone you want to use. 👐 i love every deukae/ateez ship out there, it's more important to me that you're writing a muse that you love too and that we have chemistry!

# PLOTS | i prefer AUs, such as fantasy, magic, regency, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, mutants, horror, so on. even if i didn’t list something here, i probably like it, so we can definitely figure something out together! i love angst, drama, especially where it doesn't start off all sunshine and rainbows, you know what i mean? i especially love enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, fake or pretend relationships, marriages of convenience, and so on... lately i've been wanting to get invested in longer term plots, where we can both really develop our muses together, watch their relationship grow, and come up with headcanons and plot twists on the fly.

# TRIGGERS | i’m NSFW friendly and kink friendly, but i prefer if we talk about it/establish writing a little first so we know what we’re comfortable with! otherwise, i have no hard triggers atm. my only request is that we're patient with each other's schedules (i work full time, so i completely get it), i just want to have fun and be invested in our little plot together. ^^ this is also a fair warning that i personally can't write in 100% silence with my partner, and i like to make playlists, boards, and send you posts that remind me of your muse and our ship! please keep that in mind if that's not something you would be comfortable with!

if this catches anyone’s interest, leave a like or a reply, and i’ll come to you so we can hash out the rest of the details. 🍀

#roleplay #rp #dreamcatcher rp #ateez rp

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hexonthepeach · 9 months

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a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 5 : home

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate's clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [0: prologue] [1: escape, again] [2: lost and found] [3: returned] [4: bound]

wc: 4.5k

chapter warnings: heavy petting inc. a little cousin action (mind the tags)

recommended listening: heaven, are you there - kim wooseok, entrancing - siyeon (dreamcatcher)

"I thought Taeyong's ears were expressive but look at that," Haechan says, poking at you with a cotton swab. You hiss, teeth bared at the younger canine from your vantage on the medical table.

"What do they look like when you're happy?" he asks, baby face breaking into a smirk.

Now that you've spent time with him under less miserable circumstances you've found he's charming, if perhaps a little too playful.

You let out a sharp cry when he grabs your tail mid-flick, twisting it to get a better look. You swat his hand away, claws itching beneath your skin unable to break out now that you’re no longer saturated in the contamination of the Wild.

"What an adorable color. Calico?"

"Melanistic cross fox," you sniff. Even abused you can't help but preen at the compliment.

"Yah," Taeil yells from his lab console, tossing a pen at the younger Alpha. "Don't provoke her."

"You looked so much cuter with ears," you deflect, running your nails through his tawny-brown hair before he can pull away. "Imagine if you had a cute little tail like mine. Would it be wagging?"

Your flirtation has the intended effect of making his eyes go wide, nostrils flaring a bit. He backs up into a tray table, startling at the sound before running from the room without another word.

You can't blame him for pestering you. He's the youngest of a pack of Alphas taking on the role of omega operatively, if not nominally. You'd been trained for how to survive in such a role with more demanding mates, so it's a relief to meet one that's fun.

Unfortunately not a word you'd apply to any of the others in these barracks.

"Your bloodwork is stable at the moment," Taeil says, bringing you a clear tablet to show you incomprehensible graphs and numbers. "I've given you supplements but the increasing concentration of felid DNA signatures in addition to your natural form means you'll probably want to maintain a higher protein diet."

At the mention of food your ears stand up, but the look he gives you kills your excitement.

"There is one more concern."

His gaze trails lower. You clutch your gown tight around your middle, along with your tail.

"Are you sure I can't just suppress this? The Imperial physicians were able to stop my other heats. Why not just put me in cryotherapy?"

"Do you see a cryochamber here?" He pinches his nose over his glasses, mouth a line. "The formula I've been developing the past few years for . . . It's six times as strong. The issue isn't strength, its tolerance. We're working at multiple disadvantages."

You stare at him with unfeigned misery. "What's your medical advice for getting through this?"

He steps back, scratching his head absently. "It won't be pretty. We have a space for you to be alone and safe with scent exclusion. But . . ."

You crumble a little at the word alone. It was the preheat skewering your intellect of course, but you had never imagined that your first time would be without physical assistance. Your lessons in intimacy had strictly prohibited it to the point that some texts cited examples of fatalities.

Taeil laughs darkly when you tell him. "Oh god I forgot what nonsense they fill your heads with. You won't die. You might feel like you're dying."

"Is that how a rut feels?" you ask.

He looks a little surprised at your question. "Well, I believe it's the same. I haven't been in a rut before."

"Oh," you say with a polite dip of your head. "Of course, you trained to be an Imperial physician. I apologize–"

"No, that's not–" he protests, a little anger flaring under the surface of his usual casualness. He pulls a vial from his front pocket. "Chemical suppression only."

"Oh," you say, feeling your face grow warm. "I didn't mean to imply . . ."

"I've been working on a fool-proof suppressant for Alpha physiology since I dropped out of the Imperial clinic. For obvious reasons. Omega suppression is a much more complicated science with much more unknowns."

You nod seriously, keeping your face smooth to avoid laughing.

"You aren't taught this, of course, but certain animal physiologies have less aggressive mating cycles."

"Like yours?"

Taeil clears his throat, looking mildly embarrassed. "We're a hibernating species."

You can't hold back your giggle, earning you a dangerous look as he leans back against a desk.

"Considering you're in a den of eight Alphas and an Alpha-altered omega you should be grateful for the fact that I can control my rut. The others . . . Well, we'll see."

It's like that horrible plunge into cold water earlier, dousing your giddiness.

"No one is going to force me, are they?" you ask, hands bunching in your examination gown.

"We're actively making sure that won't happen. But you will be in a state where we have to concede the risk you'll seek one of us out for sex."

"No," you say. "Never."

"Do you need me to replay you footage from that rooftop?" He places a calloused hand over yours, hesitating before pulling away. "That wasn’t even a fraction of what you'll go through."

"So what do we do?" you ask.

"Prepare for the worst," he says. "I can give you a contraceptive biochip. But I have to put you under to implant it."

"Why?" You'd been in surgery more than anyone should ever have been–first to heal your wounds, then the complicated spinal taps and procedures–most of them wide awake. The scars had healed but not your memory of the torture.

"Because there's an even higher possibility than normal of you trying to rip it out while in heat," he says.

His tone is clinical but you shudder at the knowledge that you'll be that, not yourself. Or rather, yourself–stripped down to the most animalistic of natures and drives.

"Is it possible to give me more than one?" you ask.

Sleep doesn't retract her claws until what you can only imagine is midday. You find yourself in an ancient hospital bed nearest to the floor-to-ceiling windows of Taeil's medical wing, his own quarters adjacent, sealed door shut.

You hadn’t gotten a chance to explore yesterday, whisked through the commons for your examination and the procedure, but you don't recall there being such a fantastic smell emanating through your new home.

Not one of the many signatures of your new packmates–no, something much more delightful.

Food.

You slip out of bed, a little groggily from the heavy slumber, and stumble on a pair of slippers. There's also, blessedly, clothing to replace the sweat-stained hospital gown hanging off you. The adjacent patient bathroom allows you to shower again–this time at a much more reasonable temperature–and you shrug into the clothing with a careful sniff.

If it wasn't obvious from the woods-and-meadow scent, the specialty button work of the soft pants is suitable for a tail like yours, though they are a tad long. You cuff them and roll up the sleeves of the luxurious sweater, shuffling down the tiled halls towards the main hub.

There's a cafeteria-like feel to the space–possibly repurposed from something older like the rest of the building. The higher ceilings–cut into the last three floors–allow light to pour into the center of the room like an atrium. The industrial rows of fridges and counters and stoves are clean but not barren, stocked with what looks like a treasure trove after days of field rations and horrifying stews.

A familiar face looks up at you from a cutting board, nose wrinkling at the sight of your messy hair and over-large clothing.

"Well at least you're decent," Taeyong remarks, dicing a root vegetable with a pungent aroma.

"Thank you," you say, hanging back and scanning the room for other occupants. You find Doyoung curled over a screen at the large table near the windows, tapping away.

"The others won't be joining us," Taeyong assures you.

"You have my gratitude for your hospitality, Your Highness," you bow a little, genuinely pleased.

"You don't want us to call you that, do you?" Haechan's head pops up from where he's retrieving bowls from one of the lower storage shelves.

"Absolutely not," Doyoung says, eyes flicking up to you with similar distaste. "Are you feeling rested, Princess?"

"No formal titles," you respond quickly. "Just names."

"I always thought that Daughter of Heaven Eastern Lotus stuff sounded a bit stuffy," Haechan muses. "Is it true they don't have real flowers in the Dome?"

"The lotuses are real," you say. You'd spent a great deal of time sitting by them in your youth, watching a variety of iridescent carp mouth along the leaves for traces of food. Your grandmother's gardens had been a much-loved retreat, until she'd gone into seclusion.

"I never knew what they smelled like," Doyoung says, waving his hand as if to shoo away the reek. "I don't suppose we'll be adding any to the conservatory, now."

"You have a conservatory?" Excitement crackles through you. You'd noticed the wealth of green in the upper compartments of the kitchen, including downwards-growing herbs and vegetables. Several well-cultivated box gardens had also been placed around the common room, short palms growing in the middle of the atrium towards the roof. It's a lovely contrast to the industrial feel of the concrete and metal interior.

"Taeyong's preferred form of offering is plants," Haechan says. "And fish."

He punctuates the sentence with a knife chop through a large section of what appears to be cod. "What can I get you to drink?"

"Thank you but I would prefer to help myself," you say, opening the fridge. Inside is a chaos of packaged beverages in flavors unfamiliar to you outside of Betafax channel ads. You select a fruit-flavored tea, delighted to find a row of assorted mugs near the hot beverage dispenser.

"These are incredible," you say, picking out one shaped like a blue cat with a friendly face. "Are they antiques?"

You turn to see the men in the room staring at you as if you'd spoken an alien language.

"Oh, she's adorable." Haechan gestures with the chef's knife. "Can we keep her?"

Taeyong's red tail, usually flat, bristles. "Get back to work, kid."

Doyoung snorts slightly, less amused. "Surely they educate you in that hellhole."

"Of course," you quip. "All the fine arts, including cuisine. Do you need assistance with the cooking?"

Taeyong waves you away. "Maybe sometime else."

"You can't possibly know how to cook. Don't they just, I don't know, serve you on silver platters? I heard you eat beef every day." Haechan says, looking wistful.

"No, there's duck, and lamb. And every other meat," you say, innocently. "Our menus are customized to our essential diets."

"Rabbit?" Haechan asks, earning a glare from Doyoung.

"Rabbit cheeks stewed in wine is one of my fav–" you bite your tongue when Taeyong gives you a pointed shake of his head.

"My apologies," you say, darting from the kitchen to carefully approach the man at the table. "I've never met a Lepid before."

"You can keep your distance, please," Doyoung warns. "I have enough to deal with because of you without you wanting to take a bite out of me."

You open your mouth to assure him otherwise but you feel it would be inappropriate with how much your mouth waters. Your stomach chooses that moment to growl even more inappropriately.

You sit at the far end of the dining table, happily sipping at the cold tea. It tastes much better than anything served to you in state function, especially with the view of the hazy city that stretches out before you.

Far below the span of projected advertisements thinned out in the daylight are the tiny glints of AVs and smaller vehicles moving along the skylanes.

The water lines are low after the flood's recession but you can see where the seawalls are built up with new sediment and great swaths of flotsam. You imagine there's already reclamation teams picking through them for materials–every year precious relics were brought into the Dome for auction from the salvage.

"How high are we up?" You ask, breaking the comfortable silence.

"This is technically the 122nd floor." Doyoung answers, tone bored. "Wind shear is too high for an open roof, what you see up there is the top of the building."

"Amazing," you exclaim. "Do you see many birds up here?"

"No," he says. He looks up at you pointedly. "Wind shear."

"I saw a falcon, once," Haechan offers. "But that was at a lower altitude."

"It must be difficult to pilot," you say.

The younger Canid puffs up at your attention. "Of course. But I'm good."

"I'm sure you are," you say, smiling.

"Stop that, please," Doyoung says. You realize your tail is thumping against the chair and make the uncomfortable decision to sit on it rather than risk annoying him, again.

"My apologies," you say.

"That too," he says, slamming the console closed. "Break the habit of constantly apologizing."

You open your mouth and close it, cheeks growing hot.

"Never in my wildest imagination did I believe I'd be forced to deal with two of you," Doyoung says to Taeyong, breezing past the kitchen to the stairwell.

"Aren't you hungry?" Haechan asks. "We made your favorite salad–"

A rather rude gesture signals Doyoung's departure.

"Don't mind him, he's always combative before a rut," Haechan explains, bringing you a tray of dishes and a bowl of rice. "Your first course, Your Majesty."

You look down at the amazing spread, each immaculate serving as foreign to you as if it were pulled from a different world entirely.

"What's this?" you ask, picking up a silver utensil.

"A spoon," he laughs, awkwardly. "Really?"

"I'm joking," you say after a beat. He collapses in the chair beside you, relieved. "But honestly, I don't know any of this."

Taeyong brings a few platters to the table–grilled fish and a golden circle of cooked dough filled with chives. "They have unusual cuisine in the Dome. Let's introduce you to ours."

It's the best meal of your life, somehow made better by the constant attention you receive as Haechan layers each serving on your rice for you to try. You experience each new flavor and texture with relish–surprised to learn how much of it is preserved.

"I love this thing here, the pasta."

"Ramen," Taeyong laughs. "Street food. You can still get gourmet cuisine in the clancorp restaurants."

Your nose wrinkles in distaste.

"I don't want to eat anything else," you say. "There's so many flavors."

"You're not used to synthetics," Taeyong explains. "But most of what's out here is what people can grow naturally. There's very little meat beside fish and some rare wild game. Or lab grown, if you can handle the texture."

"Insects," you say, nose wrinkling.

"An inexpensive protein," Taeyong says. "Fish is best for our species."

"It all tastes . . . More real?" You say, tentatively.

"Because it is. Imperial palettes value form over flavor. The scent suppressants in the Dome have their advantages but they strip food of its essential sensory enjoyment."

"Sounds like hell," Haechan says, face practically buried in his bowl.

You set down your chopsticks. "It is. But for other reasons."

"Why did you leave?" He asks, looking up. "Weren't you going to be a Queen?"

Taeyong quietly mouths a no but you shake your head politely.

"I left because I didn't want to die there," you say. "And because I wanted to find my brother."

That piques both their interests, confusion settling over Taeyong's sharp features. "I didn't know you had a brother."

"There's no record of him. When my mother and I were brought back from the north we thought he'd told them where to find us but he'd never been added to the Imperial registry. He was born outside the Dome, like me."

"And you thought he went back to the Old Zones?" Taeyong asks, ears forward.

"There were rumors of a few fox Alphas who'd defected–" you pause, searching his face for any indication. "You never told me what happened to the pack you found me with."

Taeyong's eyes dart to you, looking a little guilty. "Hala will need to lay low for a while, but they'll be fine. We compensated them for damages, and to keep quiet."

"Was anyone hurt?" You ask, appetite gone.

"Superficial only. More insult than injury." Taeyong huffs. "From what I know of Kim Hongjoong he's probably already telling anyone who will listen they let us go."

You breathe a sigh of relief. "They were kind to me. Thank you."

"Do me a favor and don't tell anyone you met them," Taeyong says, tiredly. "They have a reputation."

"I swear it," you say. You wouldn't have anyone to disclose that information to, anyway.

You hesitate for a moment, staring at the cold bowl of seaweed soup in front of you. "Do you think you can help me find my brother?"

Taeyong stands up, beginning to clean. "I don't know. But I can put out some feelers."

You place a hand under his, stopping him from picking up another plate. His palm is rougher than you imagined another royal or omega's might be–clearly he'd seen his share of hard labor compared to you.

"I can't repay you, ever, for what you've done for me," you say. "But I'd like to try."

He doesn't move, hand shaking slightly over yours.

"Let's start with clearing the table. And then I'll tell you what I need from you."

You never thought you'd see this much natural color in the city. Certainly not in the heart of winter. The multi-story glass tower is filled to the brim with a jungle of flowers and leaves, tastefully trimmed and maintained.

Your heart swells as you inhale the humid air, rich with oxygen, the burble of water echoing through the chamber.

"It's beautiful," you murmur, looking at the man beside you. Taeyong's mood seems heavy for such a fantastic setting. He crouches down to trail his fingers over the raised pond.

You gasp as orange and silver and white mouths break the surface, begging for a treat. He pours a handful of green pellets from an urn into your cupped hands, letting you feed the carp for the first time since you’d been a child.

"Some of these are from our grandmother," he says.

"You knew her?" It was hard to break the habit of using past tense, unfortunately, with how often you'd heard others refer to her.

"I wasn't able to spend much time with her growing up, but she remembered me at my coming-of-age ceremony."

Of course, you think. He'd been allowed to stay in the Dome until he came of age, and would have been forced to self-exile. Abdication was just a formality for your clan.

"She sent me a lotus, too, but I don't think it was ready to be transplanted," he says, sadly.

"You're lucky. There's so many of us. I'm just glad she recognized you," you say, hand settling on his arm. He's dressed similarly to you–comfortable, black clothing in layers that are soft against your skin.

"When's the last time you saw her?" He asks, ears turning toward you with the angle of his rust-colored head.

"Two years ago, I think? Right before she closed the Palace."

Time really had little meaning in an endless cycle of formal meetings and ceremonies, days filled with intricate arts training. You'd presented her with a gift—an embroidered veil that surely did not befit an Imperatrix but had delighted her all the same.

"She always had that snack—what was it called?"

"Turkish delight," you say. "I used to have to serve as an attendant in her court. I'd sneak it out in my sleeves."

"I haven't found anything like it out here," Taeyong says, standing up straight. "If you manage to find some–"

"I'll see if I can," you nod. "If I go back."

He holds, hands in his pockets, clearly uncomfortable with what he has to say. You're used to the weighing of words in your company, everyone assuming you could not bear the burden.

"When I go back," you correct.

He collapses a little with the break in tension. "It will be inevitable for us both. When we–"

You refuse to go down that line of conversation, deflecting. "You left because of your status, didn't you? Aren't you afraid they'll find out?"

Taeyong walks away rather than answer, leading you deeper into the indoor garden. Here, on the highest floors, the glass pinnacle of the tower has aged with scum on the outside and green algae blooms on the inside, but the light of the afternoon sun still melts through in a golden haze.

Spores from the plants and pollen from the many flowers drift down like dust, a kind of dance in the movement of the recirculation of the air.

You're fascinated by it as you follow him past pyramids of potted plants, trees with exposed, smooth roots spilling past containers and breaking through the white tile and black grout for the earth far below.

"What I'm going to tell you, only a few people in this circle know. I can't command you to keep it in your heart but I can ask you to," he says, stopping at the farthest glass wall.

It faces north, and a break in the foliage has been made for a shrine of sorts–broken glass and painted tile cobbled together as a dais for a timeless, weathered stone statue.

Other offerings have been placed at the feet of the effigy, remnants of a history where such things had meaning: half-burnt candles in burnished holders, faded paper flowers mingling with dead ones.

You can't tell if the statue is a woman or man–not beneath layers of moss–but the figure holds an unbloomed lotus in their arms, a larger bloom as its base, their face in peaceful repose.

"I think, if things had been different, this marriage would have been arranged by our parents," he says. "I grew up being told I would be the Imperator someday, had my father not rebelled. You would have been the natural choice for my mate."

"I understand," you say.

You knew woefully little about his parents outside of his father being one of the Two Tigers. The fight between the four eldest sons for succession was why the last Imperator had passed down the decree that no second generation child would rule, recusing his own offspring entirely.

All hopes had shifted to the third generation, strategic alliances formed before birth between the other clancorps and their lesser branches. It was the reason the Imperatrix had rallied her daughters to protect their children when it became clear their fathers would eat them alive.

You wait for him to continue, heart racing in your chest.

"I was the first and only son after my sisters' births stripped my mother of her health. My father knew it would kill her but he demanded an Alpha son," he says.

It's difficult to know how to comfort him, afraid that touching him will break the calm.

"From what I know, your mother was someone who inspired others. The omegas still hold vigil for her in the Dome every year,” you say.

He nods, face falling. "My sisters aren’t designated but were able to remain in the Dome. I rely on them for what I know."

His shoulders slump.

"I was born in the Palace, but I grew up like you–out there."

That's a surprise to you. "During the war?"

"Yes. Practically raised in it," Taeyong says. “I didn’t return until the surrender. And then I left just as quickly.”

“Is that how you managed to hide?”

He nods, solemn.

“They had an early start, trying to correct me. Ten years of genetic therapy and surgery, but I'm still who I am. I know I should have told you before you agreed to this, but I had to make a choice–"

You place a hand on his arm, quieting him mid-apology. Fat tears slide down your face.

"They tried to fix me, too," you murmur. "I understand."

He turns to you, sweat beading heavily on his skin. This close and quiet you can note how he looks without the distance of viewing him through a screen or the noise of Alphas around you.

In the warm light you can see the gradient of amber to gold in his irises, the way his pupils dilate as he brushes your face with his thumb. You fixate on the tiny scar below his right eye—another point of commonality.

"I won't be able to give you anything you deserve. You'll be in danger more than you will be safe," he says. "But I can at least offer you equality in our partnership."

You lean into his ministration, a little dazed. It's not just the heat settling in that has you soft. Like you, no matter how fully grown, he has a kind of innocence that can't be snuffed out. Something to be exploited or used in your understanding, a weakness.

But it's not that, you know. It's kindness.

Only a true leader would value that above all else. Regardless of designation, regardless of what biologically compels you, a part of you feels like you've found your match.

"Do you believe in fate?" you ask.

Taeyong doesn't have an answer, too preoccupied with stroking your cheek, fingers drifting down to your scarred neck. You have to blink to right your thoughts, suddenly infused with warmth.

"Can I ask a favor of you?" you ask.

"Anything," he breathes, eyes on your lips.

You pull away, your fox protesting the removal of touch. Later, you think.

The sanctity of this place is apparent in its care, formality finding you as you hunch down to clear a bowl of sand of the unburnt remains of incense.

You find more beside it, along with a spark flint–something you'd become accustomed to in your time in the mountains. You carefully light a candle at the base of the statue, using it to ignite the ends of two sticks of incense.

After a moment, you hand your cousin the other.

In the low light his expression is neutral, but you can scent his uncertainty.

"I promise you, from now until forever, to share your burdens and your secrets," you say, recalling the words, or at least a version of them. "A life for a life."

He doesn't speak, faltering.

"I can't," he says, holding the stick away from him. "You don't know what you're asking."

"I don't want you to promise me anything," you say, feeling tears well up in your eyes just the same. "I know you can't. But please let me help you. You didn't hesitate to help me."

He breathes out shakily, kneeling down beside you. Together you place the incense at the feet of the unknown deity, as if in perfect synchronization.

"Under the eyes of heaven," he repeats, taking your hand. His palm is clammy against your own. "A life for a life."

You brush the tears from your face, turning to him to offer a shaky smile, but are enveloped in a warm embrace instead. Taeyong sets his chin on your shoulder, furred ear against yours.

"Thank you," he says, voice a rumble.

"I think that's how the vows go," you answer, humming your assurance. "It's better than signing some documents."

His laugh is thick with emotion. "You'll still have to sign some documents."

You burrow into his chest, scenting him, skin tingling with the phantom of your winter coat. He's musky and sweet at the same time, and you find yourself nuzzling into his throat until he's dropped to the ground, sidling away from your claws running over his wide chest and snagging on the knit.

"I'd rather you marked me," you say, sniffing at the wound on his ear. "It doesn't hurt does it?"

Whatever he's going to say in response twists into a strangled cry as you lick the scabbed fur, hands curling against his neck and back. Somehow you've climbed into his lap, smothering his face against your chest. You feel hot breath through the fabric, your nipples plucking against it. You let out a small moan of relief.

He extricates himself quickly.

"This is a little too fast," he laughs with a faint hint of terror. "We can discuss this arrangement after we've broken our heats."

"I wish you'd help me through it," you whine, oozing back up his spread knees. "You don't wish to mate me?"

Taeyong's mouth is agape, throat bobbing as you lean in. You've been thinking about this since you'd tasted his blood–how good it would be to draw it from his lip or tongue when you shared your first kiss.

"I . . . I really don't think that's a good idea," he says, trying again to back away and colliding with one of the garden benches. His tail swishes in agitation across the tile, brushing dead leaves aside.

"But you can, right?" you ask, cocking your head.

He laughs in relief at your naked curiosity. "I would think that a question you asked before you agreed to marry me."

It isn't a no, you think, body throbbing with need.

He offers you his hand, beginning to stand up. "Let's both go down for a check-in–"

You don't follow, catching his wiry arm and locking your teeth around his wrist. He freezes, waiting in terror for you to embed your fangs in, but you're in control, you think, peering up at him through your lashes as you softly lick his pulse point.

It's a little magic trick in itself–the man in front of you is suddenly overtaken with ecstasy, head thrown back as his knees hit the floor. You rub and lap and scrape your canines over the gland, replacing the target of your attention with his neck once he's pliable and no longer resistant.

Touching him, wrapping around him again, feels like heaven. He's lean and hard beneath you but also tender as a baby kit, ears soothed by the gentle carding of your fingers through his hair.

You want to make his fox keen for you the way yours does, want to bend your neck and have him return the favor with his own tongue and teeth. His eyes flutter as you press a kiss to his closed, pink lips, coming back to reality by slow degrees.

"Please, don't–" he says weakly, hands absently reaching beneath your sweater–his sweater–to brush soft circles into your bare skin. You sit up to guide him to the base of your spine, purring when he strokes above your tail.

"I want my first time to be with you," you say. "Isn't that only right?"

"Not here, no, not now," he says, but you feel his hips unconsciously twitch upwards, his mouth ghosting your temple. "We'll take care of you, I promise."

"But I want you," you murmur. "You feel safe to me."

"No," he says in your ear, exhaling shakily. "I can't."

"Please," you beg, grinding down on the soft bulge in his pants, distantly aware of the growing slipperiness between your own thighs. "Please help me."

Somewhere in the floors below you hear a distant crash, followed by a horrifying roar. It shakes you both out of your stupor long enough for Taeyong to grip you by the waist and push you off of him.

"Let's get you back to medical–" Taeyong says, right before you bite him for the second time.

This time it's with malice.

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