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Harry's been dressing Draco up in Muggle clothes again 😬
ft. Treacle! their ever adorable rescue kitten, who Draco also pretends (badly) not to love
This was a commission for @mossybunnytail, thank you so much!!!
#drarry#harry potter#draco malfoy#hp fanart#my art#drarry fanart#harry potter fanart#draco x harry#hpdm#commission#cat dads#treacle the cat
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Harry absolutely gets Alex and Andy’s insane work ethic/lack of regard for sleep/food/etc when he’s stressed which means for the last portion of the year every year Ron has Hermione as a stress hurricane trying to cram for all of her exams and Harry the cryptid who is running fully on caffeine and sheer force of will alone and honestly pray for him he needs all the help he can get.
#the elf talks#harry potter#astoria fates kiss#Hermione’s stress is all outward and sweeps them all along into it#Harry is the entire dorms sleep paralysis demon they are trying to lure for a nape with treacle tart and a blanket on standby to burrito him#Percy came up with the burrito idea after seeing a muggleborn do it to their cat#owl season with the two of them is a nightmare#fawn spots au
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So my cat has feline calicivirus, which is the cat flu. She's a permanent carrier so it flares up for her when she's stressed and it can also be given to other cats, so she can't have a friend unless that friend also has the cat flu. I've been looking for so long for someone.
I want to take the cats that tend not to get adopted. Jiji and my previous cat Salem are both elderly black cats with health issues, and they're the ones who end up in shelters for longer.
The perfect friend is in a shelter in a nearby town. Her name is Treacle, she's a year old and she also has the cat flu!! She was neglected in her previous home and got an infection so bad she lost an eye, but in foster they have said she could be with other cats.
Tumblr, send us only the best vibes to be chosen to love Treacle, and for her and Jiji to get along.
Look at her, we clearly need her
#cats#personal log#jiji#treacle#i'm hoping the treacle tag will become full of posts about her#i did email yesterday but no response so I'm calling today when they open
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JAMES POTTER | LIKE LOVERS DO
REQUEST : hiiiii :) if/when u can, smith like this with james or remus lupin? @bobs-fav-cat
(art is by gyung_studio on instagram)
SUM : you and James Potter are just friends —friends that act like they’re in a loving relationship.
TAGS. : modern au ; muggle au ; idiots in love ; james loves giving you princess treatment ; and you love returning his affections ; just friends being friends ; hehehe~ ; they’re in denial ; domestic fluff ; selfcare session ; biker james? ; james being a sweetheart ; reader being absolute wifey material! ; james and reader being so in love it’s sickening ; the type of sickening that makes you puke rainbows, glitter and love hearts ; mutual pinning! ; slightly based off a tiktok i saw once ; happy ending where they get together ; so much fluff ; scheming gremlin friends ; lily, dorcas and marlene as cupids for reader ; remus, sirius and peter as cupids for james ; idiots in love
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“They should wear a sign,” Peter laughs as he and his close friends eye the pair of oblivious idiots across the room, “one that says ‘we’re actually together no matter how much we deny it’,”
“You said it,” Sirius raises a hand and the two high-five each other before sniggering between themselves.
Across the hall stood you and James. It was a networking event disguised as a formal company party. And even though you and James weren’t each other’s dates to the event, James wore a matching tie to your chosen dress. The two of you unanimously decided to go with the excuse that you had both gone shopping for an outfit together and unconsciously bought matching things. It was only natural because you two were such good, close friends.
From a distance, the three watch as you lift your left foot up through the high side-slit of your dress and draw attention to your unbuckled heel with a frown. James’ hazel eyes focuses onto your heel as well and immediately places his flute of champagne on a nearby table to help you, as if it was second nature to him; it is second nature to him— taking care of you. He’s kneeling down and re-buckling your heel for you as your hand tentatively places itself on his broad shoulder for balance.
Once James is finished, he stands back up with a grin, takes up his flute with one hand and wraps his other around your waist to pull you into his side with a smile. Neither of you flinch at the closeness, in fact, you snuggle further into your best friend’s side and tuck your head under his chin so he can place a kiss onto the crown of your head.
“Wanna bet on who folds first?” Remus speaks up with a devious smirk, Sirius and Peter eagerly voicing their predictions and placing their bets.
“Oh Jamie!” you gasp and smile widely as your best friend presents you with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, “They’re beautiful,” he helps the floral arrangement into your arms with a satisfied grin, a fondness in his eyes as he watches you savour the scent of the pretty blossoms.
“My pleasure, my dear,” he regales dramatically as you giggle, “I passed by the florist on my way back from lunch at the pub with the boys and thought you’d like them,”
“I do like them,” you lean forward and kiss him on the cheek, “you’re so thoughtful, thank you for thinking of me, James,”
His warm smile softens further and he kisses your temple lovingly, “of course,” aside from the lingering scent of your shampoo and conditioner, James picks up on something more appetising, “what’s that delicious smell, angel?”
“Oh!” reminded of your earlier activities, you lead him into your kitchen where you proceed to find a vase for the arrangement in your arms, “I was baking—”
“Treacle tart!” James cheers and does a goofy little dance in the middle of your kitchen, his excitement obvious.
“It’s almost done so you popped in at just the right time,” you giggle softly whilst transferring the arrangement into your chosen vase. With a pleased hum, James presses up behind you and places his large hands on the curve of your hips, his thumbs tenderly stroking up and down until he eventually pushes the hem of your shirt up, caressing your soft skin beneath.
“Mmmmm… lucky me,” he whispers happily into your shoulder, where he begins trailing kisses up your neck. His words send a shiver up your spine and you resist the escalating urge to turn in his arms and lead his lips to cover and press against your own.
You’re just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.
James can’t get over how cute you are.
Even when you’re doing the most mundane things, he can’t help but find you adorable. Like right now. Even with a bright green clay mask on your face, you are adorable, perched on his lap with your knees on either side of his thighs as you spread the same treen mask over his skin.
“Stop moving, Jamie!” you chastise gently whilst stifling a giggle.
“You stop moving,” he counters playfully and emphasises his words by placing his big hands on your hips and squeezing your curves briefly. Your only response is to laugh and do your best to continue applying an even coat onto his face.
“….there!” you huff and set aside your tool to close the clay mask tub, “all done, no thanks to you!” He tickles your sides in retaliation as you climb off his lap and reach for your phone in order to set a timer. His antics were a brief distraction as you bless him with your tinkling giggles.
“For how long do we keep this on?”
“15 minutes,”
He pulls a face, one that makes him look like a duck as he ponders over his thoughts. He looks so ridiculous, especially with the green mask on his face — it was only naturally for you to burst out laughing, “what should we do until then?”
“Stop talking,”
“Wha—?!”
“Not like that, Jamie,” you coo as he pouts dramatically, “we have to stop talking soon or else the mask will crack too much as it dries,” he makes a long noise of realisation at your words and nods obediently, zipping his lips before throwing away the imaginary key.
No matter what he does, he’s always making you laugh. You’re sure that, even if you’re temporarily banning him from speaking, he would still be able to make you laugh and your clay mask will end up looking like a dried up riverbed.
You have no complaints, though.
You weren’t expecting it but you still weren’t too surprised when you see James waiting for you outside — just in time to pick you up after a night out with your close girl friends. He was wearing one of your favourite sweaters of all time, it was soft and big (big enough to make him appear deceivingly smaller than you know his figure is) and is the warmest thing you’ve ever worn.
“James!” you call out, happy to see him. The build up of fatigue from the whole night melts off your aching limbs like powdered snow under golden sunbeams. Running to him, he greets you with his heart-stopping smiles.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers as soon as he has his arms wrapped around you.
“Stop it,” you sigh into his shoulder, your face buried into the soft fabric of his sweater, “I look a mess after tonight,”
He pulls away, enough to meet your eyes and examine your face without having to remove his arms from around you, “If this is you looking a ‘mess’, then I wonder what type of beauty you were earlier tonight,”
His comment makes your heart soar but you don’t let it show on your face, even when he wiggles his eyebrows comically to emphasise his flattering remark. Instead, you narrow your eyes at him before slipping out of his arms and biting your lip at the confused, pitiful whine he lets out. You don’t leave him miserable for long, however, as you’re quickly reaching down to lift up his sweater so that you could pull it over your head and burrow yourself inside. Like the living furnace he is, you’re greeted by such a comforting heat, you forget that you’re both still outside in the wet cold of the night.
Throwing his head back, James laughs and wraps you up in his arms again, laying his cheek against the top of your head through his sweater. The first time you ever did this, he wasn’t shy about saying how much he loved it. And now, you’ve made it a tradition to do this often during the autumn and winter months. Admittedly, you loved cuddling him like this too; it’s more intimate and you love being surrounded by his warmth. It was a bonus that his scent literally has you in a choke hold under there. You’d happily suffocate on the smell of his cologne, laundry detergent and natural smell. But it also feels as though you’re falling into a trance by some alluringly scented spirit.
“As much as I love holding you like this, dear, I’m still on a mission to get you home safe so…” he looks down at you, hazel eyes turning soft at the adorable sight of you cuddled up to him under his sweater, “can my princess please let me help her into my car and drive her back home safely?”
You didn’t respond, only pouted and whined to express your dislike of pulling away from him as well as the warmth of his soft sweater. James knew instantly what to do. You two were best friends after all; it was a requirement for him to know all your needs telepathically. It was an awkward shuffling of limbs but James managed to slip off his sweater without needing to lift it off your figure and hoists you into his arms before you could start grumbling at the loss of his embrace.
“Not long now — my princess will arrive at her carriage soon~” he sings in a whisper beside your ear, smiling fondly at your soft giggles and adoring the way you wrap your arms around his neck to cuddle him close before needing to pull away so he can carefully sit in his car’s passenger seat.
“Oh, come on!” Marlene gives an exasperated sigh as you examine the array of snacks laid out before you. In your peripheral, you observe how Lily doesn’t make any moves to stop Marlene from pestering you; instead a small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips, secretly enjoying and wanting to take part in Marlene’s badgering.
“You come on,” you throw back with a light-hearted glare, “I thought we were going to buy snacks for movie night, not grill me on my friendship with James,”
“Friends, huh?” Dorcas arches a brow as Lily stifles a giggle beside her. All three were eyeing you mischievously as a heat flushes across your cheeks.
“Stop it you guys,”
“We’ll stop as soon as you stop playing the friendship game with James!” Lily bargains, unable to hold herself back anymore, and you try your hardest not to roll your eyes while your cheeks flood with a familiar warmth.
“We’re just friends,” it was a painful admission but you’d rather have what you have right now with James than ever risk sabotaging it.
Marlene examines a strand of her golden hair as Lily leans against her side, “James acts more of a boyfriend to you than just a friend,”
Dorcas speaks up with a hint of impishness, “and I can prove it~”
“How?” you challenge, raising your chin ever so slightly in silent provocation. But Dorcas has no reaction, she just continues to smirk at you.
“I’m gonna need your phone first,” you hesitate from the devilish sparkle in her eyes but eventually relent, cursing the weakness that was a result of your aching heart. Dorcas types away on your phone for a moment as Marlene and Lily peer over her shoulder and snicker at what they read. She doesn’t allow you to read the message she typed out before hitting send and handing your phone back
It takes a moment for you to get over your shock and look through the message she sent. It was sent straight to James, lovingly named as ‘My Idiot ❤️’ in your contacts, and it read: ‘James, this scary looking guy keeps following me around in the shop and it’s creeping me out! I can’t find the girls either 😰 what do I do?’. Your jaw drops and you can’t find any words to voice whatever it is you’re feeling; a mix of anger, upset, shock and creeping curiosity over what they have planned.
Not a minute goes by and your phone is getting rapid notifications from James messaging you, he even tries to call you but the girls snatch your phone away before you could answer. They shake their heads at you and you huff, crossing your arms. You would have protested more from the rising anxiety you feel over having to lie to James but you were so curious. In the end, you reluctantly accept their plotting and try to prepare yourself for what’s to come.
For a minute, the message notifications stop from your phone and Lily feels her phone buzz from inside her bag. The three giggle as Lily rushes to take out her phone. From the side lines, you continue observing everything with your heart pounding rapidly in your chest. Lily types back a response and all three look up at you in unison, their eyes swimming with mischief.
“I’m setting a stopwatch to see how long just-friend-Potter gets here,” Marlene snickers and you groan, Dorcas and Lily giggling on either side of her. As much as you love them, they’re such a nuisance sometimes…
You could only guess that Lily sent him her location and now all of you were left patiently waiting for James to appear.
Not even 15 minutes passes before James comes storming into view, tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in all black and without his glasses. Even without his glasses on, when James glances over and catches a glimpse of you, recognition crosses his unfriendly features and he storms over. Within seconds, he’s pulling you into a warm embrace.
“Oh thank god,” he breathes a sigh of relief and presses his face into your hair, “you’re okay… —are you okay?” you look up as he pulls away and searches for your eyes, squinting to be able to do so without the aid of his glasses.
“Y-yeah, I’m alright. The umm, the creep disappeared a little while ago,” you muster a small smile of reassurance, still uncomfortable with lying to him, before managing to softly ask your burning question, “why aren’t you wearing your glasses?” habitually, you feel about for the breast pocket of the leather jacket he has on and pull out his circular specs.
As you carefully clean his lenses on your shirt, he goes to explain, “I wanted to look scary so that creep leaves you alone,” you’re quick to realise that without his glasses he would be forced to squint so that it looks like he’s glaring. It also clicks in your head that he wore all black so he could look even more intimidating. It was unusual for him to wear just black, normally that was Sirius’ thing, but you’re not complaining; James looks really attractive dressed in black, his hair tousled around messily and without his glasses on.
“Thank you, Jamie,” he grins boyishly after you put his glasses back on for him, taking a moment to adjust them until they sit aligned and comfortable. By habit, you comb your fingers through his untamed hair and James, in turn, presses a kiss to your temple.
“I’m just glad you’re okay, princess,” your heart skips a beat at the nickname — he’s called you that so many times but he’s reserved it especially for you and it makes you feel so special, “do you want me to give you a ride home?” he lifts up the motorbike helmet in his hand, which you immediately recognise. Your curious eyes meet his hazel hues and he smiles bashfully, “I borrowed Sirius’ bike to get here quicker…” he shuffles around his feet, nervous under your gaze —he hate lying to you too, “okay okay… I took his bike without asking but I promise to give it back as soon as I get you home safe!”
You give a small giggle and wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face into his muscular chest. It’s an embrace that James eagerly returns, petting your hair whilst speaking over your head once he finally spots your three friends.
“Are you guys okay too?”
“Gee, thanks for the concern, Potter,” Marlene rolls her eyes as Lily and Dorcas crack up, “yeah, we’re good,”
“Good, good,” James immediately goes back to focus on holding you close and kissing the crown of your head, affectionate and sweet. You could always rely on him to be there for you no matter what and the thought made butterflies explode into a fluttering haze in your stomach.
Dorcas had proven her point.
It was clear now that James prioritised you over anyone else. And you didn’t know whether to be flustered and scream for joy or melt into a puddle of goo.
“She’s not my girlfriend so shut up,” James huffs and groans as he rolls over to lay on his stomach across the length of the sofa whilst Remus, Sirius and Peter sat in a scattered array about the living room.
“Says the motorbike thief,” Sirius hisses playfully, shooting a superficial glare at his long time best friend/non-blood-related brother.
“She really does act like your girlfriend more than your friend, Prongs,” Remus chimes up, setting his book aside as Peter offers him several cubes of chocolate.
“I don’t get why you two don’t just date each other,” it was Peter who speaks up this time and James can’t help but roll his eyes that even Peter was on his ass about this.
“That’s right! You don’t get it!” they wait for him to continue with a ‘so’ before demanding something but James just presses his burning hot face into a cushion and has a silent tantrum.
“I’ll prove you wrong!” Sirius claims boldly and when James looks over, his biker friend was rapidly typing away at his phone, “I’ll give it around 20 minutes until she gets here,”
James raises a brow, “Who?”
“Your not-girlfriend, of course!”
“What did you say?” Remus asks what they were all wanting the answer to.
“Oh nothing~ just that Jamesie-kins over here is really upset over something but doesn’t want to tell us why so we don’t know what to do to help him feel better,” Sirius fakes a pout and watery eyes as James gapes at him, horrified.
“HOW IS THAT GONNA PROVE ANYTHING?!”
“If she gets here in 20 minutes then that means she prioritises your hurt feelings over going to her favourite over-priced restaurant with Pandora,” James’ eyes nearly bulge out.
“That’s today?!”
Sirius’ devious smirk was answer enough.
“I say 10 minutes!” Peter bets.
“15!” Remus adds on.
Remus wins the bet when you get there 14 minutes after Sirius’ text message was sent. Your arms are piled up high with James’ favorite junk food snacks, ranging from sweet to savoury. Over your shoulders, you wear your fluffiest blanket (James’ favourite) as a cape and rush forward to drape it over him. No time was wasted as you silently move around their shared flat at lightening speed, putting on the TV and switching to his favourite, comfort show, laying out his snacks on the coffee table and putting the kettle on before snuggling down under the blanket with him. It was a tight fit for the two of you on the sofa but neither of you minded; you were both cuddle bugs and enjoyed the closeness.
“Get out, you three! Leave Jamie and I alone!” you speak for the first time to shoo the three boys away. They happily oblige, Remus smirking as Sirius and Peter cough up their betted amounts and close the living room door behind them.
For a long moment, you merely stay there, your arms wrapped around James’ shoulders, one hand lovingly petting his hair as your other presses his face into your chest. James wasn’t shy about voicing how this was his most comforting position for cuddles and it made his heart race that you had cancelled your long awaited plans just to console him.
“What’s wrong Jamie?” you finally ask, voice soft and slow with patience, “Sirius told me you weren’t feeling so well… but you’re not ill? Are you?” he feels you press the back of your hand against his forehead to check his temperature as he finally locks his strong arms around your midsection and pulls you even closer, “No you’re not, thank goodness,” he falls in love with the relief he hears in your voice. He loves falling in love with you over and over again; it’s so easy, “what can I do to help?”
He doesn’t know why he held back for so long. It was all so clear now. The fact that your eyes sparkled around him the way his did when he looked at you was so unbelieved before, he kinda just voluntarily blinded himself. But now, it was like he was seeing colours for the first time. James just can’t believe it took Sirius, of all people, to make him realise it. What a joke… he almost wants to laugh. But he can’t, not when his heart was ready to beat out of his chest for you.
“Jamie?”
“…a kiss…” it was a whisper but you heard him so clearly. And he knows because he heard your breath hitch.
“—what?”
“I want a kiss…to feel better,”
Not wanting to raise your hopes, you press a kiss to his forehead and your heart deafens your ears as it beats loudly against your eardrums.
“A proper kiss,” he raises his head and pulls up to level his lips with yours, his hazel eyes melting your gaze, “like lovers do,”
You’ve waited so long for this moment that you couldn’t even fathom that it was actually happening and your entire world slowed to a standstill. It wasn’t until James had pressed his full lips against yours that you felt your senses come to life with so much intensity that you felt like you wanted to faint. But you wouldn’t dare miss your first kiss for anything.
Like lovers do, you kissed. Like lovers do, you embraced. Like lovers do, you whispered sweet words, a life long promise, to one another, “I love you,”
A/N : this started off as a timestamp that i sneakily wrote this request into (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ i didn’t know how to conclude it at first but i just kept writing and writing and now it’s finished haha! i hope you darlings enjoy the read! and i would also like to humbly tag my beloved moot @diputy for reasons she understands on a deep level (⸝⸝⸝• ω •⸝⸝⸝) ♡
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the room smells like absolute shit
CHARACTERS: haechan | lee donghyuck and reader
WORD COUNT: 2.8k
GENRE: harry potter au, slytherin!haechan, ravenclaw!reader
WARNINGS: none, just teenage fluff
amortentia (the room smells like absolute shit) is the second installment from 23 moments with donghyuck.
It’s no secret that the ongoing cat-and-mouse game between you and Slytherin House’s very own Lee Donghyuck remains unceasing from the day you and him were sorted five years ago to this day. Today’s no different than the others, except it’s the day before Slytherin House plays against Ravenclaw, your very own, and Lee Donghyuck seems like he’s decided to make your day extra horrible—he’s done it five times already, and it’s barely two in the afternoon.
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The first one was during breakfast, and if you are being completely honest, you should’ve expected it. Lee Donghyuck likes torturing you when you’re on your period; you don’t even want to remember the full story of how the fuck he even knows what week of the month you get yours. (Long story short: Lee Donghyuck had to be there the first time you got your period in third year.) He claims that he knows your period is on as soon as you enter the Great Hall, because your hair is always uncombed on your first day and your eyebrows are always furrowed when you’re in pain. Donghyuck says if pain and aggravation had colors, you’d be burning in hues now.
“You’re easily the most predictable person I know,” he’d tease, mouth agape as he laughs at the way you would huff from the pranks he’d do just to make your day worse than it already is.
Today was no different. You hadn’t even seen him yet, but he’s made his presence known as soon as you sit and the loudest, most obnoxious sound of fart comes out. It’s Lee Donghyuck who laughs first, and you’re not really in the mood to say anything, hence you take the muggle-made fart cushion off from where you’re seated and throw it from where he’s sitting with his equally cunning friends. You wonder which of his friends brought it for him.
Yeji finds it hilarious. “He just wants to make you laugh,” she comments.
“More like want me to drop out and move across the world,” you grumble as you take a treacle tart and a piece of crumpets from the dishes. The pain stings as you try to sit comfortably. “Fuck this period. Why did none of our ancestors ever think of a stupid charm that could rid period cramps?”
Yuna sighs, agreeing. Yeji smiles even wider and hands you a vial filled with blue-ish liquid.
“What’s this?” you ask, taking it and observing how poorly it’s sealed. “Looks like something a first year would make.”
Yeji shrugs, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “It magically appeared on your seat. The same time that fart cushion popped up under your seat.”
You click your tongue, opening the vial and drinking it anyway. The ocean-colored liquid tastes like absolute crap, if you’re being honest, but its effects come as quickly as the potion runs down your throat. The cramping pain from your lower abdomen vanishes. Like magic.
two
Whining, Donghyuck follows you around after first period—all out, arms wrapped around one of yours as he drags his feet wherever yours take you.
“Donghyuck, my books are heavy enough, stop dragging me with your weight!” you shriek. “I’ll come! I’ll come! Just let me go!”
Donghyuck cheers, surprising you with a big, sloppy kiss on your left cheek, letting you go while you stand frozen in place. “I knew you could never resist me. I will see you at Quidditch then. And you will cheer for me! Fuck Houses! I’ll cheer for you in the Annual International Wizard Gardening Competition!”
He runs off and waves goodbye as he catches up with other players clad in their Quidditch capes and jerseys, blending in like he’s always been born to be in this scene.
You can’t remember a time that Lee Donghyuck isn’t talking about Quidditch. You’d met him in first year, when his voice squeaked higher than it does now, and the first thing he had asked Madam Hooch was when he could join the tryouts. Poor little Donghyuckie spent the entire period sulking and pouting when Madam Hooch confirmed that he should at least finish one year of flying lessons and ask her again next year. It was truly all Donghyuck had ever dreamed about. Hence, he had spent his entire first year in Hogwarts learning about the Quidditch and practicing flying more than anyone in the entire castle.
Come second year, Donghyuck auditions the first day of class after summer break. You remember how the entirety of the Hogwarts had cheered when he showed off his flying skills. It didn’t take long for the captain of Slytherin’s Quidditch team to pick him that day. He’d started as one of the keepers, showcasing his impressive ability to defend Slytherin’s hoops, and made his way up as the team’s Seeker, having been promoted this year, fifth year.
And today was his first big game as their house’s Seeker. It’s Slytherin versus Ravenclaw for the first round, and the entire castle is just shuddering in excitement. Lee Taeyong was Slytherin’s most well-known Seeker, the second youngest Seeker after Harry Potter himself, and the longest one for House Slytherin—from first year until he’d graduated last year. This year is exceptionally intriguing because no one’s won against Slytherin because of Lee Taeyong—at least for the rest of Hogwarts.
It’s different for you, though. It’s appealing in some sense, but stressful in a way.
Donghyuck must feel so much pressure now. You’ve unwillingly known him for years, and despite the never-ending games of teasing and pranks, you and him are everything but strangers. Hence, you conclude that it’s normal to feel this way.
“Quidditch players are so damn lucky,” Renjun, a friend from Hufflepuff, huffs from behind you. “They’re excused for classes when it’s Quidditch season. I wish Slug Club get some sort of perks, too.”
You giggle, hopping and wrapping an arm around the Hufflepuff’s shoulders. “We get the Christmas party every year.”
Renjun shakes you off of him. “Hey, I don’t want to get in trouble with the Slytherins.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Why would you get in trouble with the Slytherins? That’s such a stereotype, Renjun-ah! You’re the last person I thought would have some prejudice over houses!”
“That’s not what I mean, idiot,” he replies. “Words say one of the Slytherins has a thing or two for you. And I don’t want to be in their radar.”
You slap him on the arm. “Didn’t take you to be such a gossiper.”
“It’s not gossip if it’s true!” he defends, ruffling your hair. “Off to Transfiguration?”
You groan. “Yeah. Let’s go together?”
“Sure. Did you finish the assignment—”
“Hey, idiot!” Renjun is cut off by Donghyuck running back to you. “I just remembered I need you for a moment.”
Then he’s pulling you away from Renjun.
You arrive late for Transfiguration. Because Donghyuck wanted you to look at his uniform. Talk about being annoying.
three
Defense Against the Dark Arts is in third period, and Yeji hurts herself halfway through the hour. Yeji and Chenle were playing around and were practicing hex-deflection; the scenarios happened too fast that nobody caught on that Yeji’s been hurt until Chenle started screaming.
“She’ll be fine,” Madam Pompfrey assures as she covers the now sleeping Yeji with duvet. “I’ll have her stay here for the night, too. You can go back to class.”
You nod. DADA is over by now, anyway. “By the way, Madam Pompfrey,” you call out just before she closes the curtain separating Yeji’s bed from the others.
“Earlier today,” you start. “I had really bad cramps because of my period. I found a vial with a blue, green-ish kind of fluid and recklessly drank it. It really helped. Do you have any idea what that is?”
Madam Pompfrey’s eyes widen. “So, that was for you?”
“Huh?”
She smiles. “Donghyuck from Slytherin house has been experimenting on that potion with me for weeks now. He’s been studying in the library, looking for the best ingredients to help with women’s menstrual cramps without any side effects that could compromise the condition of the rest of your body. I heard he had a sister in third year, so I assumed it was for her.”
Your heart somersaults like never before. Madam Pompfrey smiles knowingly. “I guess it was for you,” she concludes.
You leave the hospital wing with your breath hitched, each step making your knees weaker by the second. Lee Donghyuck knows how to annoy you even when he’s on the other side of the damn castle.
four
Lee Donghyuck pulls you away from your friends when you’re on your way out from the Great Hall after lunch.
The door of Room of Requirement appears before you, and Donghyuck pulls you with him, dressed in his brand-new uniform, different from the one he wore earlier before he ran off to practice at the Quidditch Tower. You wonder how he even finds the time to annoy you when the tournament starts in about two hours.
When the door closes, you observe that the room’s transformed itself into a room the size of a greenhouse, filled with lavenders, jasmine, and chamomile. And you have the slightest idea why Donghyuck needs a room full of flowers at this point. You gently place your copy of Advanced Potion-Making on a table that holds countless of ceramic plants holding lavenders.
He starts walking back and forth, anxiety showing in his eyes and the corners of his lips. You can hear how heavily he’s breathing from where you stand.
“Anxious?” you ask. Donghyuck only nods, still walking back and forth. “Here. Come here.” He stops, turning so he could look at you. You step closer when he doesn’t move and take both his hands in yours.
“Breathe in,” you softly say. Donghyuck follows. You start counting to five. “Breathe out.”
You and him repeat and stay like that until you hear his breathing go back to its normal pace. He keeps his eyes on your shoes.
“You’re gonna be fine,” you murmur. Donghyuck closes his eyes. You reach up and cradle his face in your palms. “Where’s all that confidence now? Did you run out of it after drowning me with an incredibly unnecessary amount of confidence all these years? This is the time you need it the most.”
Donghyuck falls apart in your touch and opens his eyes, chuckling. “I knew I made the right decision to pull you here. My confidence came back just now. You’re my confidence. Because you suck and I’m the best.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you reply, rolling your eyes as you step back, the space between you and him reclaiming its presence. “That, you are.”
He smiles. “You don’t suck that much. Just a little. Sometimes.”
“You, too,” you agree. “You’re going to kill it. I’ll cheer on you even if it means everyone in Ravenclaw House hates me.”
“No one could ever hate you,” he says like it’s a fact.
You smirk. “You do, though.”
“I’ve never said I hate you,” he bites back. “In five years that we’ve been unwillingly revolving around each other’s gravity, I’ve never said I hate you.”
You nod. “I know.” You reach up to gently pat his cheeks once again. “People will know you as Lee Donghyuck today, not Lee Taeyong’s replacement. I know that is exactly what’s been going around in that head of yours. They’re gonna remember you today when you show them No Hands and woo the crowd with Sloth Grip Roll. And you’re gonna win it out there.”
Donghyuck’s eyes follow your lips as you speak. He stares at it longer than he should, and you stare at his, like a magnet pulling you in. His honey-colored skin and tantalizing brown eyes look beautiful under the sunlight peeking from the windows of the room, and from where you stand, you see how much he'd grown. Part of you wonders if he feels the same, seeing you in this light and being taken aback to five years ago, the very first day you'd met in the train to Hogwarts. You mull over the possibility of knowing him beyond what the walls of this castle could show you, knowing him beyond teasing remarks and harmless pranks, knowing him beyond all these years of push-and-pull, knowing him beyond sneaking glances at his lips.
But you’re not about to kiss him in the Room of Requirement. Not when all your feelings are all over the place, scattered and lost. Not when you aren’t sure if he even feels the same kind of rush when you’re around.
It doesn't help that this, whatever this means, has been going on for years. You and Donghyuck are growing up together, and though you and him keep saying you're unwillingly spending your teenage years together, you can't help but think, if given the choice in a few years, would you finally, willingly spend your twenties together?
You're nearing the end of your teenage years together, involuntarily and as borderline friends. Does Donghyuck ever think of you in ways you—admittedly—daydream about him sometimes? Does he think of you when he drinks chamomile tea the way you remember him when you get a taste of butterbeer? Does he also wonder what you do in the summer and think of calling you, only to back out right before pressing call because his heart is thump, thump, thumping like fucking crazy just by the thought of hearing your voice?
Does Donghyuck feel the way your knees are weak now?
Your heart pounds, so loud that you can hear it beating right in your eardrums.
So, you flee, telling him you’re late for Potions, which you most definitely are, leaving Donghyuck and hopefully, the feelings you can’t seem to figure out.
five
The room smells like the Quidditch pitch when you arrive fifteen minutes into the class.
Professor Slughorn raises an eyebrow on you, but tilts his head towards the board where it shows which potion the class is working on today. You find your way towards Yuna and it’s only then that you realize you’d left your Advanced Potions-Making book inside the Room of Requirement. Yuna lets you share her book. The entire class is halfway done anyway.
The potion for the day is called Amortentia, which is apparently the most powerful love potion in existence, which you think is absolute bullshit. You skip through all its description, effects, and history, proceeding to the details instructions of how it’s done.
You start with boiling half a cup of standard potion water and later on adding ashwinder eggs, rose thorns, refined peppermint oil, and moonstone. Once it’s exactly as it’s described in the book, you drop the mother of pearl. The last ingredient was a drop of blood, so you quickly prickle a finger with a needle, pressing your pink with two fingers until the red liquid drops from your skin down to the cauldron.
You finish a little later than everybody, and you’re not sure whether you’d followed the instructions correctly, because yours still smell like the Quidditch pitch. You look around, and everybody’s busy smelling theirs. You lean over to your cauldron, and it doesn’t smell like anything exceptional in particular. Alongside the grassy scent of the pitch is warm tonka bean, deep cedar, and the overwhelming scent of rich jasmine and vivacious juniper berries, which isn’t really that impressive because you smell this all the time.
You smell it all the time because it smells exactly like Donghyuck.
You grab the book from the table you share with Yuna.
Page 62 says, “Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in existence. It caused a powerful infatuation or obsession from the drinker. It had a distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rose from it in characteristic spirals. Amortentia is considered an incredibly dangerous potion, as one should have never underestimated obsessive infatuation.” Then why the fuck does it smell like Donghyuck? And the entire god damn room, too? Does Donghyuck bathe in Amortentia every day?
“Yuna,” you ask. “What does your potion smell like?”
“Sandalwood,” she answers dreamily. “And leather. And floral rose.”
Oh. Then you must have done something wrong. “I think I mixed up the ingredients.”
“Well, what does yours smell like?”
You shrug, “Something really weird.” You turn the page to 63 where the potion is described better.
“Amortentia smells different for everyone,” Yuna continues, and so does the book.
“Amortentia has a different aroma for everyone who smelt it, reminding each person of the things that they found most attractive," the book says.
“Basically,” Yuna’s voice fades in the background. “You smell whatever you’re attracted to."
"Even if the person did not acknowledge or was unaware of their fondness for the object of their affection themselves," the book shouts.
Oh no.
Yuna sighs dreamily, "I aced mine pretty well. I mean, for example, my potion smells exactly like—”
“Donghyuck,” you whisper when it truly, truly hits you.
“No, silly,” she laughs.
“No, Yuna,” you protest. “Mine smells like—”
“Donghyuck, what brings you here?” Professor Slughorn’s voice catches you off-guard. You and Yuna turn to where he’s looking at, and by the door, Lee Donghyuck stands, holding your copy of Advanced Potion-Making.
“I just wanted to bring this to Y/N. She’d left it when she was wandering around Slytherin’s quarters because she’s so obsessed with me,” he announces, smiling widely as he shows off the book.
You stay frozen in place. “What are you all cooking?” Donghyuck sniffs, looking around until he locks eyes with you. “What’s this horrible scent?”
Oh, no.
Donghyuck keeps his eyes on you, equally as confused when he starts realize what the potions smell like.
“Why are you wasting so much perfume, Y/N?” he asks. Everyone goes silent. “The room smells like absolute shit.”
Oh. Merlin’s Beard.
bonus
Slytherin House wins, of course, and you lose your voice cheering for Ravenclaw and Lee Donghyuck, which earned you side-eyes from your peers and at the same time teasing remarks from Renjun and Yuna.
His friends call you an honorary Slytherin and invites you to their Common Room. You're the first person that Lee Donghyuck looks for at the afterparty.
He arrives earlier than the others, and his mates gather around him as soon as he steps in the room, but Donghyuck, Merlin's Beard, Lee Donghyuck doesn't waste time and goes straight to where you stand and kisses the air out of your lungs.
You're on your fifth year in Hogwarts when you learn that Lee Donghyuck tastes like strawberries and that the perfume his mother makes for him is made from jasmine and juniper berries.
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snupin fic recs!
i was asked in the tags of a recent post if i can share some snupin fic recs, and i'm very much obsessed with this ship, so the amount of fics i've read is big. but i tried to recall some that might make the experience of reading of this couple pleasant for anyone who isn't into it very much. i hope it helps ♡
conspiracy theory by arionrhoad
rating: mature
genre: humor/parody, romance
summary: severus and remus join forces to foil albus dumbledore's plot to get them together. or do they?
time in a bottle by arionrhoad
rating: mature
genre: action/adventure, romance
summary: a grieving remus goes looking for answers about the betrayal of severus snape, and finds something that changes his entire world.
illusion of transparency by bunnybopper
rating: mature
genre: hurt/comfort, humor, romance
summary: when it is clear that remus is struggling under the weight of being his spy, dumbledore once again enlists a begrudged severus snape to help him. under the pressures of war, the two become closer. but why is remus the only person whose thoughts severus can't hear? and when the dark lord decides the werewolves are more trouble than they are worth, severus has a choice to make.
creature comforts by bunnybopper
rating: mature
genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, romance
summary: remus and severus are paired to work together in care of magical creatures in 6th year. neither one is too happy with the arrangement at first.
not really here by owlswithfins
rating: mature
genre: angst/drama, fluff, romance
summary: after the werewolf prank, severus disappears. he’s still at hogwarts—at least, he thinks he is—and he’s probably still alive, but no one can see or hear him. except for lupin.
still life by the treacle tart
rating: mature
genre: drama/angst, romance
summary: severus snape takes some pictures and sees things for the first time.
midnight in the owlery by the treacle tart
rating: mature
genre: drama/angst, romance
summary: on a sleepless night, remus lupin finds himself alone in the hogwarts owlery. he scribbles a note on a spare bit of parchment and sends it out into the dark night. what happens when someone answers?
the very air he breathed by the treacle tart
rating: mature
genre: humor/parody, romance
summary: this potion could save lives, but it needed to be tested. severus needed a guinea pig, he simply failed to tell lupin that he volunteered for duty.
the cat's paw by mckay
rating: explicit
genre: humor/parody, angst, romance
summary: remus learns his pet is even more special than he imagined.
a number of quiet attentions by mckay
rating: explicit
genre: romance
summary: severus didn't realize he was being courted at first.
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would you share the video essay? i also would like to be doing nothing rn
honestly it was not very good so i won't share that particular one lol but my favourite casual watch channels in general include -
if you want to get a recap of drama you would otherwise not know or care about:
emma in the moment - craft/fibre arts related drama (think dodgy yarn dyers, crochet plagiarism accusations, etc)
treacle tatts - tattoo related drama; mix of longer drama recaps & tiktok reaction vids. you could definitely waste an entire afternoon just watching the tattoogate series
izzzyzzz - very much in the sarah z/strange aeons school of "old fandom drama i almost forgot about" but i find izzzyzzz's videos tend to focus more on fandoms i'm not as familiar/don't have history with (my little pony, creepypasta, deviantart in general, etc) so it kind of fills a different niche for me in terms of learning something new as opposed to getting a cursed nostalgia hit. their mary sue video is a particular fave
if you like messy pop culture drama throwbacks:
casey aonso. honestly one of my fave youtubers in the game atm as someone with a big interest in 2000s/2010s pop culture, i've mentioned it before but her fifth harmony video is quite possibly my number one comfort watch of all time. cracks me up every time without fail
if you are a public transport enjoyer:
both geoff marshall and jago hazzard do very interesting & informative videos mainly focusing on the transport for london network but also going further afield. mostly shorter form content but there are a couple of interesting longer ones like geoff's video about riding every tfl bus
i find noel phillips' videos interesting from a pov of exploring various niche airlines but i can't lie him talking to camera on an otherwise silent plane & also surreptitiously recording his interactions with airline staff DOES give me potent second hand embarrassment and genuine moral qualms respectively so tread carefully on those ones i suppose
if you REALLY want to turn your brain off and just have some background noise i am a big fan of 1) level crossing videos. just search "uk level crossings channel" and go wild. 2) livestreams of planes landing in various airports. pairs well with flightradar24 in another tab especially if you happen to live somewhere underneath an airport's flight path so you can get what i like to call the "dual monitor experience" of seeing the plane irl and on the stream
if you want oddly satisfying content
HOOF TRIMMING VIDEOS!! if you just want something clean and satisfying watch horse hoof trimming vids. if like me you don't mind or arguably even prefer complex & occasionally graphic medical cases then cows are where it's at. the big two cow hoof youtubers - mootubers, if you will - are the hoof gp (scotland based, mix of straightforward short form trims and longer vlog style videos, more comedy & banter sprinkled throughout) and nate the hoof guy (usa based, more straightforward and calm delivery, come for the hooves stay for his commenters' absolute vendetta against the hoof gp under nearly every single video)
i love girl with the dogs for dog/cat grooming videos. she has two channels, one with very short (2-5 min) grooms and another with longer (15-20 min) more in depth videos
back in my last year of undergrad i got really into soap making videos. mainly watch royalty soaps who can be... a bit gratingly cheerful in her delivery but if you don't mind that the actual content is very relaxing to watch
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English Folk/Traditional Names for Common Plants & Herbs
These are known now as folk names, but back in the medieval era and well into the 18th century, these were the common names for some of the herbs and plants in use in witchcraft (and generally!) today.
This list is not an exhaustive one; the names given here are just some of the names that were used primarily in England for common plants within the region.These plants have other unique and wonderful names in many other cultures and languages throughout the world.
✧ ADDER’S TONGUE (Ophioglossum Vulgatum)
A.K.A.: English Adder’s Tongue, Snake’s Tongue, Viper’s Tongue, Serpent’s Tongue, Adder’s Spear, Christ’s Spear.
✧ AGRIMONY (Agrimonia Eupatoria)
A.K.A.: Harvest Lice, Cat’s Tail, Liverwort, Sticklewort, Stickwort, Stickweed, Fairy’s Wand, Church Steeples, Aaron’s Rod, Beggar’s Lice/Ticks.
✧ ALDER (Alnus Glutinosa)
A.K.A.: Black Alder, Fever Bush, Owler.
✧ ANGELICA (Angelica Archangelica)
A.K.A.: Holy Ghost/Root of the Holy Ghost, St. Michael’s flower, Angel’s Food.
✧ ANISE (Pimpinella Anisum)
A.K.A.: Sweet Alice, Aniseed.
✧ APPLE (Malus)
A.K.A.: Fruit of the Gods, Fruit of the Underworld, Silver Branch, Silver Bough.
✧ ASH (Fraxinus Excelsior)
A.K.A.: Bird’s Tongue, Hampshire Weed, Widow-maker, Venus of the Woods, Husbandman’s tree.
✧ BALSAM (Commiphora Opolbalsamum)
A.K.A.: Balsam of Gilead, Balm Tree, Mecca Myrrh.
✧ BASIL (Oscimum Basilicum)
A.K.A.: Our Herb, St. Joseph’s Wort, Witches’ Herb, King of Herbs, Holy Basil.
✧ BAY (Laurus Nobilis)
A.K.A.: Bay Laurel, True Laurel, Daphne, Noble Laurel.
✧ BERGAMOT (Monarda Didyma)
A.K.A.: Horsebalm, Bee Balm, Scarlet Mondara.
✧ BIRCH (Betula Pendula)
A.K.A.: Silver Birch, White Birch, Lady of the Woods.
✧ BITTERSWEET (Solanum Dulcamara)
A.K.A.: Woody Nightshade, Felon-wort, Felonwood, Blue Nightshade, Fever Twig, Staff Vine, Violet Bloom.
✧ BLACKBERRY (Rubus Fruticosus)
A.K.A.: Bramble, Fingerberry, Blackhide, Blackbutter, Thimbleberrym Brambleberry, Gouthead.
✧ BLUEBELL (Hyacinthoides Non Scrupta)
A.K.A.: Nodding Squill, Auld Man’s Bell, Ring-o-bells, Wood Bells.
✧ BROOM (Cytisus Scoparius)
A.K.A.: Besom, Irish Tops, Scotch Broom, Butcher’s Broom, Sweet Broom.
✧ BURDOCK (Arctium Lappa)
A.K.A.: Thorny Burr, Beggar’s Buttons, Sticky Bobs, Love Leaves, Hare Burr.
✧ CARNATION (Dianthus Caryophyllus)
A.K.A.: Gilliflower, July Flower, Clove Pink, Sops-in-wine.
✧ CHAMOMILE (Anthemis Nobilis)
A.K.A.: Whig Plant, Chamomel, Earth/Ground Apple,
✧ CHESTNUT [SWEET] (Castanea Sativa)
A.K.A.: Marion, Jupiter’s Nut.
✧ CHICKWEED (Stellaria Media)
A.K.A.: Starweed, Adder’s Mouth, Scarweed/wort, Tongue Grass, Stitchwort, White Bird’s Eye, Little Star Lady.
✧ CHICORY (Cichorium Intybus)
A.K.A.: Witloof, Blue Sailors, Coffeeweed.
✧ CLARY [WILD] (Salvia Verbenaca)
A.K.A.: Christ’s Eye, Wild Clear-eye, Vervain Sage, Eyeseed.
✧ CLEAVERS (Galium Aparine)
A.K.A.: Catchweed, Beggar Lice, Goose Grass, Sticky Willy, Bedstraw, Robin-run-the-hedge, Goose’s Hair, Hedge-burrs, Milk Sweet, Stick-a-back, Scratchweed, Barweed.
✧ COMFREY (Symphytum Officinale)
A.K.A.: Knitbone, Slippery Root, Blackwort, Bruisewort, Ass Ear.
✧ DAISY (Bellis Perennis)
A.K.A.: Day’s Eye, Poet’s Darling, Bachelor’s Buttons, Bairnwort, Billy Buttons, Boneflower, Margaret’s Herb.
✧ DANDELION (Taraxacum Officinale)
A.K.A.: Swine’s Snout, Blowball, Puffball, Clockflower, Tell-the-time, Priest’s Crown, Lion’s Tooth.
✧ DEADLY NIGHTSHADE (Atropa Belladonna)
A.K.A.: Belladonna, Banewort, Black-cherry, Devil’s Cherries, Naughty Man’s Cherries, Devil’s Herb.
✧ FEVERFEW (Tanacetum Parthenium)
A.K.A.: Featherfew, Featherfoil, Midsummer Daisy, Nosebleed.
✧ FOXGLOVE (Digitalis Purpurea)
A.K.A.: Fairy Gloves/Fingers/Petticoats/Thimbles/Weed, Witches’ Glove, Witches’ Bells, Our Lady’s Glove, Dead Men’s Bells.
✧ GARLIC (Allium Sativum)
A.K.A.: Poor Man’s Treacle, Stinkweed, Camphor of the Gods.
✧ GOLDENROD (Solidago Vibgaurea)
A.K.A.: Aaron’s Rod, Cast the Spear.
✧ HAWTHORN (Crataegus Monogyna)
A.K.A.: May Blossom, Mayflower, Whitethorn, Hagthorn, Ladies’ Meat.
✧ HELLEBORE [BLACK] (Helleborus Niger)
A.K.A.: Bear’s Foot, Setter-wort/grass.
✧ HEMLOCK (Conium Maculatum)
A.K.A.: Poison Hemlock, Devil’s Porridge.
✧ HENBANE (Hysoscyamus Niger)
A.K.A.: Hog Bean, Stinking Nightshade, Henbell, Devil’s Eye, Witches’ Herb, Devil’s Tobacco.
✧ HOLLY (Ibex Auifolium)
A.K.A.: Bat’s Wings, Holy Tree, Christ’s Thorn.
✧ HONEYSUCKLE (Lonicera Periclymenum)
A.K.A.: Woodbind, Fairy Trumpets, Sweet Suckle, Honeybind.
✧ HOREHOUND [BLACK] (Ballota Nigra)
A.K.A.: Madwort, Black Hoarhound, Black Archangel.
✧ HOREHOUND [WHITE] (Marrubium Vulgare)
A.K.A.: Bull’s Blood, White Archangel, Eye of the Star, Houndbane, Devil’s Eye.
✧ IVY (Hedera Helix)
A.K.A.: Gort, Bindwood, Lovestone.
✧ JUNIPER (Juniperus Communis)
A.K.A.: Bastard Killer, Gin Berry.
✧ LADY’S MANTLE (Alchemilla Vulgaris)
A.K.A.: Our Lady’s Mantle, Lion’s Foot, Bear’s Foot, Nine Hooks.
✧ LAVENDER (Lavendula Angustifolia)
A.K.A.: Elf Leaf, Spikenard, True Lavender.
✧ LEMON BALM (Melissa Officinalis)
A.K.A.: Sweet Melissa, Bee Balm, Sweet Balm.
✧ LEMON VERBENA (Aloysia Triphylla)
A.K.A.: Lemon Louisa, Lemon Beebrush.
✧ LILY OF THE VALLEY (Convallaria Majalis)
A.K.A.: May Lily, Our Lady’s Tears, Mary’s Tears, Ladder to Heaven.
✧ MALLOW (Malva Sylvestris)
A.K.A.: Cheese-cake, Pick-cheese, Round Dock, Wild Mallow, Wood Mallow.
✧ MANDRAKE (Mandragora Officinarum)
A.K.A.: Satan’s Apple, Love Plant, Mandragora.
✧ MARIGOLD (Calendula Officinalis)
A.K.A.: Bride of the Sun, Drunkard, Husbandman’s Dial, Mary Gold, Summer’s Bride.
✧ MARJORAM (Origanum Majorana)
A.K.A.: Wintersweet, Joy of the Mountain, Mountain Mint.
✧ MEADOWSWEET (Filipendula Ulmaria)
A.K.A.: Bridewort, Queen of the Meadows, Little Queen, Quaker Lady, Mead Sweet, Gravel Root.
✧ MINT [PEPPERMINT] (Mentha Piperita)
A.K.A.: Brandy Mint, English Mint.
✧ MINT [SPEARMINT] (Mentha Spicata)
A.K.A.: Garden Mint, Hart Mint, Our Lady’s Mint, Sage of Bethlehem.
✧ MISTLETOE (Viscum Coloratum)
A.K.A.: Druid’s Herb, Witches’ Broom, Wood of the Cross, Golden Bough, Devil’s Fuge.
✧ MONKSHOOD (Aconitum Napellus)
A.K.A.: Monk’s Blood, Blue Wolf’s-bane, Aconite, Women’s Bane, Devil’s Helmet, Friar’s Cap.
✧ MUGWORT (Artemisia Vulgaris)
A.K.A.: Lion’s Tail, Lion’s Tart, Heart-wort.
✧ MULLEIN (Verbascum Thapsus)
A.K.A.: Blanket/Velvet/Woolly Mullein, Our Lady’s Blanket, Beggar’s Blanket, Aaron’s Rod, Adam’s Rod, Jupiter’s Staff, Jacob’s Staff, Peter’s Staff, Virgin Mary’s Candle, Lady’s Foxglove, Graveyard Dust.
✧ NETTLE (Urtica Dioica)
A.K.A.: Stinging Nettle, Burn Weed, Burn Hazel.
✧ PARLSEY (Petroselinum Crispum)
A.K.A.: Devil’s Oatmeal, Persil.
✧ PENNYROYAL (Mentha Legium)
A.K.A.: Royal Thyme, Run-by-the-ground, Lurk-in-the-ditch, Pudding Grass.
✧ ROSEMARY (Rosemarinus Officinalis)
A.K.A.: Dew of the Sea, Sea Dew, Elf Leaf, Guardrobe, Rose of Mary.
✧ RUE (Ruta Graveolens)
A.K.A.: Herb of Grace, Herb of Repentance, Mother of Herbs.
✧ [CLARY] SAGE (Salvia Sclarea)
A.K.A.: Clear-Eye, See-bright, Eyebright.
✧ ST. JOHN’S WORT (Hypericum Perforatum)
A.K.A.: Scare-devil, Balm of the Warrior’s Wound, Rose of Sharon.
✧ SORREL (Rumex Acetose)
A.K.A.: Green Sauce, Sour Sauce, Cuckoo Sorrow.
✧ SWEET WOODRUFF (Galium Odoratum)
A.K.A.: Wild Baby’s Breath, Master of the Woods, Ladies in the Hay.
✧ TANSY (Tanacetum Vuulgare)
A.K.A.: Bitter Buttons, Golden Buttons, Cow Bitter.
✧ TARRAGON (Artemisia Dracunculus)
A.K.A.: Dragon’s Wort, Little Dragon.
✧ THISTLE [BLESSED] (Cnicus Benedictus)
A.K.A.: Holy Thistle.
✧ THISTLE [MILK] (Silybum Marianum)
A.K.A.: Our Lady’s Thistle, Saint Mary’s Thistle, Sow Thistle, Marian Thistle.
✧ VALERIAN (Valeriana Officinalis)
A.K.A.: Garden Heliotrope, St. George’s Herb, Bloody Butcher, Cat’s Valerian, Vandal Root.
✧ VERVAIN (Verbena Officinalis)
A.K.A.: Herb of Grace, Enchanter’s Herb, Britannica, Juno’s Tears, Divine Wood, Pigeongrass,
✧ WITCH HAZEL (Hamamelis Virginiana)
A.K.A.: Spotted Alder, Winterbloom, Snapping Hazelnut.
✧ WORMWOOD (Artemisia Absinthium)
A.K.A.: Absinthe, Crown for a King, Green Ginger.
✧ YARROW (Achillea Millefolium)
A.K.A.: Woundwort, Nose-Bleed, Thousand-Leaf, Arrowroot, Carpenter’s Weed, Devil’s Plaything, Devil’s Nettle,
Sources, References and Cross-Checks: Breverton's Complete Herbal (Terry Breverton), Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs (Scott Cunningham), Medieval Plant Names and Their Modern Corollaries (The Met Cloister).
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sweet nothings
Here's my third offering for LDWS 2023. The prompt was to create something in an acrostic format that spelled out the word tradition. 250 words.
[Read on AO3.]
Treacle falls from a spoon, sweet and slow, and Q remembers being very young. When he was seven and filled with the cheek of youth, he’d scooped up a dollop of treacle right from the jar. All was well until he stuck his finger in his mouth and, laughing at Q's disgusted cough, his mother said it served him right. His brother chased him around the kitchen after that, armed with an eggy pastry brush, and the cat sent everything to hell when she went and licked it. It had been a perfect afternoon.
“Read me that bit of the recipe again,” says Q.
“'After adding the treacle, melt the ingredients over a medium heat.' There’s handwriting, too. It says—”
“Don’t forget the egg wash. Prevents a soggy bottom.”
“Is there any point in me being here?” Bond complains. “You and your perfectly formed bottom don’t need me to read this. You have it memorised.”
“There’s always room for error. And you’re very nice to look at, you know.”
In his shameless, cliched apron — kiss the cook, for heaven’s sake — Bond preens. Q stirs and stirs, and suddenly, desperately, he wants to freeze time. His mother is gone, and his brother is lost to his destructive vices, but with Bond beside him, Q's old family traditions finally feel right again.
“Oh,” huffs Bond. “Well, that's alright then.”
“Never doubt your usefulness." Q shakes off his thoughts and obliges the demand on Bond's apron. His kiss tastes of warm sugar.
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Recharging 🔋
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Their cat is called Treacle and both he and Harry make it their life's mission to drag Draco away from doing the taxes
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My Retro-Cartoon Ramblings, Part 7
STILL MORE ANIMALS!
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As a kid who was gettin' up to watch Beast Wars, I got used to getting a dose of the weirdest attempt to sell plastic mecha-cat model kits in human history, repackaged into a work of comedic redubbing art.
I may be overselling it a little, but Samurai Pizza Cats does not give two whits about the original its based on and focuses on being funny, being essentially a series-long What's Up Tiger Lilly with animal-robot-samurai restaurateurs.
The whole thing feels like someone watched another, real show, and was a huge fan of it, and then told someone else all about it over a weekend, and that person went on to make this approximation of that description.
Of all the cartoons I've been accused of having dreamed, this is the one I had pegged. "this cat gets down-down with a mild hangover?"
This isn't a real show.
This is very clearly a fox, but we believed he was a rat! By gawd! The calls are coming from inside the mouse!
Originally requested by @siphersaysstuff, here's the Get-Along-Gang.
See, in the world of battle animals, there's bound to be some narcs. And those narcs are these representatives of the saccharine council.
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Going wholly on memory on this, I do not owe these things journalistic integrity. A greeting card company spawned a licensing empire around anodyne vaguely-anthro animal children who learn wholesomely in very easily parodied ways.
What? I just described the Shirt Tales? What?!?
If I had a nickel for every time that happened... well, you know the rest of the meme. I remember these from childhood. They were just not-playing-outside-in-Oklahoma-heat-good enough, but either I was too old or they were to treacle-y.
I recall being rather easily entertained by the Snorks, however, so I wouldn't give either set of overly pro-social anthro-creeps the benefit of the doubt.
I do vaguely remember that an arcade machine tried to eat the Shirt Tales... or was it the Get-Along-Gang? Gah!
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Love how one of the Elites for Rabid's execution is just a silly little cat with stretchy hands and overalls.
I KNOW RIGHT and that silly little cat is named after a type of tree too, get this!
This is her whole comically long name
Maple Suikat Nakano Treacle Fernsby the III
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"The only place I'm cummin' love is deep inside that pussy. That way, see, I can watch it slowly drip out. Makin' its way down to that tight ass of yers that way yer big man doesn't have to use any oils. And I am big aren't I? That little gasp every time I first enter, like you somehow forgot just how big, huh? The only lube I want comes from me or it comes from you, yeah, understand? Get hard again just thinkin' of that ass chokin' another load outta me while that seed I left in there makes its way down. Now don't squeeze, pet, I want to savor it. Time stands still seein' how I fill ya and mark ya as mine. Not everyone has to see the ways I claim ya. Teeth marks. Bruises. That's for them. But this, this is all for me."
spicy Alfie pt 6.1/2:
"See that money right there, love? That's a months worth of wages. An entire month my woman doesn't hafta work. An entire month of time for me to leave as many bruises on that creamy body of yers that I want. None of that 'below the neck shit' neither. As deep and dark as I want. Knowin' full well just the thought of me being left all over ya makes ya cream those knickers on the spot. Nah, won't hurt ya will I? Only makin' sure every single part of yer body recognizes my teeth, my lips, my fingers, my hands, my beard. My cock can only reach three parts of ya. Three holy parts indeed. Yeah, but the rest of me. That gets where my cock can't. We know how much you love me beard leavin' those thighs all red. That red, that deep red, will look so lovely on that neck. Clock stars now, pet."
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Part 6 from yesterday link:
I forget who to tag :/
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stay | a.s
parings: alfie solomons x feminine reader
warnings: swearing
request: Hi! Yesterday i ended so tired to even search a prompt but I'm here! "Don't even think of moving away from here, you are too warm." + Alfie?
Thanks!! 😘
a/n: @raincoffeeandfandoms hope you enjoy lovely!
The sun had arrived on Sunday morning in Camden town and its blinding light was unfortunately blocked by the brown blinds in her and Alfie's shared room.
Alfie had his head buried in her neck while her arms were wrapped around him, they had been sleeping like this for the majority of December.
Her eyes blinked open as she yawned lightly, her heard a soft 'meow' and turned her head towards their ginger cat, milo, who no doubt was in need of his first meal of the day.
She smiled and went to reposition Alfie's hands from her waist when she heard faint mumbling, this turned into full sentences when she attempted to climb out of the bed.
"Where are you going, treacle? It's a fuckin' Sunday an' you will stay put."
"Alfie, Cyril and Milo-"
"Don't even think of moving away from here, you are too warm." He spoke, as he buried himself further into her neck.
His dark beard scratched her skin slightly as he adjusted himself, she could feel him smile as he fell back asleep.
Five more minutes.
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"treacle"
greater men than I have added their cats into their video games
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To Build A Home (Part Ten: Final)
Final: How to build a home
Pairing: Ot7 x 9 tailed fox Hybrid! Reader
Fox Hybrid! Jin, Human! Namjoon, Human! Yoongi, Wolf Hybrid! Hoseok, Cat Hybrid! Jimin, Wolf Hybrid! Taehyung, Fox Hybrid! Jungkook
Genre: Hybrid AU || Fluff || Angst || Smut || Strangers to lovers AU || Best friends to lovers AU
Summary: You figure out the world's little secret.
Word count: 16.7k (i’m so sorry)
Tags/ warnings: fluff, minimal angst, comfort/ healing, lots and lots of people in love, smut (three scenes) which include: unprotected sex, she's on birth-control which isn't mentioned (safe sex is cool-remember that), creampies, spit used for various things, handjobs, oral (f. receiving), fingering, implied rimming, manhandling, thigh fucking, cum play, double penetration, belly bulge, knotting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, size kink, dom/sub undertones, spanking, doggy, squirting, dick riding, pre-negotiated safe-words/ boundaries, mild breeding kink, slight dumbification/ slight degradation, cum eating kinda i guess.
Notes: i can't believe i said soft smut in the last chapter... this is also my first time writing anything like this so feedback is welcome! part of one end scene references something in the first drabble i wrote about the m/c and jin, i don't think its necessary to read it but for context it may help.
i also have an extra scene that i'll post that i had to cut out of this chapter because it was starting to get long, called: 'the old man and his wife' which just needs to be edited.
and finally: i want to to thank everyone that's kept up with this fic, i've enjoyed watching familiar usernames popup in my notifications and to everyone that's sent in an ask or commented telling me how much they've enjoyed the series or specific scenes they liked, i sincerely hope you live the best life. i'll continue to work hard on my other works and hope you can all enjoy them just as much as you've liked TBAH!! and my inbox is open to all of you lovelies if you ever just want to chat or requests or anything really!! I hope you're all healthy and happy :D
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extra scene : the old man and his wife
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“Can’t sleep?” Jimin whispers into the silence of his bedroom.
You lightly shake your head, wary that if you moved too much, you’d wake up Taehyung who was clinging to your tails like a lifeline. And you can only wonder how Jimin knew you were still awake. You wanted to ask him the same question, but the words felt like tacky treacle clinging to your tongue.
It had been two weeks since you’d gotten home, the dull throb of what used to be your tail was no longer there. But sometimes when you were left alone, or like now—in the silence of the night with nothing but your friends’ soft breathing as your company, you could still feel it ache. In your mind you felt like you were being dramatic, that you could feel the lost weight of one of your tails. No one treated you any differently, if anything everyone became a tiny bit clingier, scared that you’d vanish if they ever let you go; a little frantic when you were out of their sights for an extended period of time.
Jimin hums, and you hear him shuffle before his hand softly brushes your hair from your eyes. You close them, hybrid ears twitching as his fingers skim the base where they moulded into your scalp.
You’d like to believe that you were okay, that you weren’t still scared and constantly on edge even in the safety of your own home. You hadn’t stepped outside since you’d gotten back from the hospital, even sitting in the garden was a quick affair, where you’d ask Taehyung to at least sit in the summer house with you. (Which he would always accept, his brows furrowing in worry). You’d seen an article written about the incident online by one of the activists that had helped that day, Hyerin had called asking if you had read it and if you were okay. Worried that you didn’t want your face plastered on an article that had been read by thousands at that point; Jungkook would tell you how the numbers would continue to climb each time he refreshed the page.
You’d told her they didn’t have to take it down; you hadn’t read it and you never planned to scroll past the title and first picture, but if it was informative and showed people the inhumane way hybrids were treated then you didn’t mind if it was publicised. You supposed the more aware people were, the better, even if it meant shedding layers of protection, vulnerable before the eyes of what you can only assume to be hundreds of thousands of faceless people sat on the other side of a screen.
A week after you got home, you’d asked Namjoon and Yoongi to move in with the rest of you. They spent most of their time here anyways, and instead of coming to visit after work and driving home gone midnight they might as well move in. You’d assured them they shouldn’t pressure themselves to make such a big decision and they had no obligation to move in with you, but they were both overjoyed. (You thought you saw a tear or two in Yoongi’s eyes)
They’d both taken a few weeks off work, ready to move their stuff into your home. And slowly everyone had started to fall into a routine over the last few days.
Like any other day, yesterday had started off like the rest; that was until you had skipped upstairs to call Yoongi for lunch.
He had been cleaning his bathroom, and the smell of bleach had flung you into a full-blown panic attack. The producer had been stunned; never having seen you break down so quickly. He worried you would pass out with how quick you were breathing, your chocked sobs flinging him into action. When he asked later, sat at the foot of your bed as you lay there exhausted, you’d told him you didn’t remember it happening. He asked if you remembered Jin coming up and helping and you just shook your head. And then he asked if you remember the other few times you’d panicked over the last week and you’d just looked at him, confused. Because you couldn’t remember.
Jin had asked you last night if you really didn’t remember the evenings where he would startle awake because you’d thrown up or cried until you passed out. He assured you it was nothing to be embarrassed about, that you could tell him anything, but you were genuinely confused because you had no recollection of any of those things happening. The only semblance of those events happening were your drained body and sore throat the coming mornings.
You’d like to think you were strong, that such a common cause of pain—one that so many of your own people faced, wouldn’t affect you as badly as it has. You like to think that because you knew what to expect in those few days that everything would be fine. And you hated to admit that it wasn’t.
You didn’t want to be a burden, didn’t want the pain of those few days to drag on because you were exhausted. Even when sleeping your mind never seemed to fully shut down, you always wondered why even with 10 hours of sleep you were still exhausted in the morning. Dragging your feet out of bed, only to crash on the couch beside Yoongi and sleep the rest of the morning away.
Taehyung had found you the next evening, rummaging through the medicine cabinet. Silently watching as you swallowed a sleeping pill. It had gotten to the point you would do anything just for a decent night’s sleep, just a few hours where you dreamt of nothing, dead to the world; even if that meant relying on tiny little pills in daunting little bottles that stood out like a sore thumb in the bathroom cabinet beside the pink first aid kit and dull boxes of painkillers.
You’d frozen upon seeing him, palms starting to sweat like you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t. Technically you hadn’t, but it was the vulnerability of the situation that seemed to put you on edge. A fleeting moment of weakness from you when you acted like your life was peachy, like you were okay. And you could only pray that he wouldn’t ask where you’d gotten the small pills from, unsure Hyerin would be able to ward off the wolf if he got mad.
Taehyung doesn’t say anything, simply outstretching his hand for you to take. You wipe your sweaty palms on your shirt, heartbeat slowly quietening in your ears as you realise, he wasn’t mad, nor did he seem disappointed.
He doesn’t say anything to Jungkook who lazily scrolls through his phone on Taehyung’s bed, simply motioning for you to lay down next to the fox.
You flop back onto the bed, eyes trained on the ceiling, moments away from the sleeping pills kicking in. You start to feel drowsy, body finally taking a well-deserved, and well-needed rest.
Jungkook looks over at Taehyung with a raised brow, the wolf waving him off as he flicks the light on in the bathroom.
They’d all noticed your lack of energy, all noticed how you would try to delay bedtime. Claiming to be on a good page in a book, or you wanted to watch the sequel to a movie they knew you found boring. They’d noticed your hybrid ears that would flicker from the smallest sound, how you’d brush them off when they asked if you were okay, blaming your animal instincts. None of them were insulted that you seemed to think they were oblivious to what you were trying to do, if anything disappointed in themselves; feeling as though maybe you didn’t trust them enough to confide in them during such a hard time.
Jungkook only watches as you curl up by his side, tongue peeking through his lips to wet them as the tap runs in the bathroom; Taehyung brushing his teeth. He asks the grey wolf what had happened, sensing the elder’s mood was worse than it had been before he’d left the room to go and get you.
What was meant to be a fun movie night was suddenly cut short with you dozing off to sleep minutes after your head hit the pillow and Taehyung occasionally frowning at you as you clung to Jungkook’s side.
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Six months after the incident you’d realised healing wasn’t a fast process. It was gruelling, and hard and so extremely frustrating.
Healing was never going to be an overnight process; you were never going to wake up days after coming home and feel… normal. And that frustrated you, because why couldn’t you just move on from what had happened over those few days? You felt as though you were walking up a never-ending staircase, the door to freedom on the tips of your fingers, but the climb to the top seemed to stretch on the further you went.
Reflecting on your life had always seemed somewhat awkward; taking time out of your day to just think about your life and how you were living it, but over recent months you found yourself looking back on the past, picking apart the moments of genuine happiness; whittling down events until you could pin-point exactly where everything had started to go wrong.
Maybe your healing should have started years ago when your owner died, instead you chose to blow out the flame of anguish and pretend you weren’t hurting inside. Maybe the event from months ago had finally pushed you over the edge, the final push you needed to start new; start on an empty slate and rebuild your life, one where you’re happier.
And maybe healing was the foundation of this. The first few steppingstones to rebuilding your happiness.
However, it was frustrating. How hard trying to heal yourself was; it felt as though you’d progress miles only to be flung back to the start of the race, the finish line so far away. And you were exhausted, utterly exhausted of being so on edge, always looking over your shoulder when you’d go out, and cowering behind someone in the kitchen when the doorbell would trill throughout the house.
You’d become so reliant on sleeping pills and anxiety-meds you felt like your own life was crumbling before your own eyes. Crumbling between your family’s fingers, like sand as they tried over and over to help you process your own fickle emotions.
Reflecting on your life had become an easy pastime, your memories playing like an awfully scripted movie behind your eyelids as you lay in bed, wishing you could turn back time to when everything was okay. When you were naïve, uncaring of the real world and all its problems because you had Jin by your side and your owner keeping the two of you safe. Some may argue that’s ignorance, and you wouldn’t deny it because that’s exactly what it was. And no matter how overused the term ‘ignorance is bliss’ may be used, it was true. You were happiest when you were an ignorant child that had no care or knowledge of the world and its big problems.
And by no means did you want to become an ignorant human being; people must grow up at some point and you are no longer the naïve little person you once were. You can be well versed in the world while still being happy. You can try to create change while still being happy. Finding happiness as an adult is always going to be different than when you are small, you can still be responsible and happy; so, it felt a little desolate comparing the past of your happiness to looking at the future and building up that same bubbly feeling.
You’d started to wonder how much would change if you and Jin had gone against your master’s wishes and helped more around the house when he was clearly too ill to work. You wondered if you saved up your monthly allowance and paid for the best medical care your city offered, would he still be alive? Would you and Jin live your lives as a three, the perfect little family you’d always dreamt of as a child. Fantasising about having what seemed so far out of reach, only for the world to bless you, handing Seokjin and your owner on a silver platter. Only for the universe to drag one of them away from you too soon.
If your owner lived you probably wouldn’t have met Taehyung, or Jungkook. You would have never stumbled across Namjoon on that rainy afternoon, and you would have never known Yoongi existed; maybe finding him online, liking the songs he produced but that was as far as your knowledge of him would be. If you hadn’t met Taehyung, Hoseok would have been another pitiful case that worked hard to earn their stay in the restaurant. And maybe Jimin wouldn’t have stumbled into your garden, you doubted he would have stolen from you with a human in the house.
You felt guilty, imagining a life without the people you’ve come to love so much. Each day the 8 of you learning new things about each other. Falling deeper and deeper into the bliss of love and adoration for one another.
You’d seen the way Hoseok would linger by Yoongi’s side. The older producer uncaring as Hoseok clung onto him while cooking. How Jungkook and Taehyung had stopped bickering constantly, hands on thighs, never keeping them to themselves, or prolonged gazing across the room that always ended up with them sneaking off into a bedroom when they thought no one was looking. Always in each other’s little bubble.
And if you caught Jin and Namjoon kissing in the kitchen late one evening, you didn’t say anything until said fox came to bed with flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips that stretched into the biggest smile when he gushed about how perfect of a man Namjoon was.
You felt guilty when you imagined a life without the others. You didn’t know what sort of relationship you all had; but you never thought to ask. A mutual understanding that you were all in a way—exclusive.
You suppose you and Jin had been skipping around labels for years, simply laughing when your owner would ask what you were to each other. Siblings wasn’t right, siblings didn’t get handsy, didn’t kiss with so much fervour with bare skin and wandering fingers in places that siblings shouldn’t touch. But neither of you had exactly been dating, merely living under the same roof, growing up by each other’s side. Neither of you ever working up the courage to ask the question that could make or break your relationship.
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12 months after the incident you feel as though your life was slowly getting back on track.
Naturally you didn’t always feel like you had progressed from that day, it was easy for unwanted thoughts to weave into a person’s mind and plague their emotions; but you had 7 boyfriends to help you when bad days felt like a little too much.
Yep. Boyfriends.
Plural.
Because it seemed everyone in your household had enough love to go around.
Taehyung had gotten sick of tiptoeing around everyone, sick of having to drag you into a room for a long kiss, out of the way of possible prying eyes or walking in on Hoseok and Yoongi rutting against each other like pre-teens in the laundry room.
So, he sat everyone in the living room one night and confessed his feelings. From that point everyone’s own emotions were spilled like dominoes; and it wasn’t all that surprising when the feelings seemed to be mutual. Happily whispered confessions with rosy, red cheeks and dopey smiles on all of your faces. That weird high of being confessed to by the person you really like fizzling through all of you, buzzing off the knowledge that you were just as loved as you had love to give.
From that point it was a slow process of being more openly affectionate. The unspoken rule—that just because you weren’t dating meant being openly affectionate was a little weird—that shrouded the house still ever-present even months after your confessions. But once everyone had gotten over the initial unease of starting a relationship, with multiple people; something new for all of you—life seemed a lot more fun to live.
Easy kisses shared between sips of sweet hot chocolate, tongues tangled during movies, and hands held on top of the table during dinner. It hadn’t taken you very long to learn of everyone’s love languages; noticing how from the very moment they had stepped into your home; small acts of love had been shared between all of you.
Having known Jin the longest, you knew his love language was buying gifts. And it warmed your heart whenever he would come home with a small gift bag, explaining he couldn’t just leave the small trinket that reminded him so much of his little loves; and it would sit proudly in the living room on display. A reminder that Jin loved each of you more than any words would ever be able to explain.
Unsurprisingly, Yoongi’s love language was quality time. With work being demanding, he’d started to value his time with each of you, individually or as a group. Although embarrassing, he felt as though spending time with all of you was healing, something so soothing and joyful having you all sat close to him. He liked helping Jin and Jimin in the kitchen, even after a long day in the studio, he’d let Namjoon drag him on long bike rides of an evening, and he was more than happy to brush yours, Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s tails while the three of you played video games in the living room.
You’d noticed how the lyrics he wrote had also started to merge into something sweeter, the usual harsh lyrics that stained the pages of his notebook feeling a lot lighter and airier these days. Far from cliché love songs that you heard on the radio each morning, raw emotion that only Min Yoongi could make sound so poetic and pretty, and maybe he didn’t realise himself that as he would play you a song he’d been working on recently, backtracking to demos he’d kept hidden in files on his computer; the more recent songs had small parts of your family weaved into each song.
Instrumentals that had similar aspects to the songs Taehyung adored, lyrics that were vague enough that it wasn’t obvious the song was being written for a specific person—or people in this case. But you spent so much time with you new family that you could point out the small quirks Yoongi mentions in a few of the recent tracks, like how Namjoon loved the outdoors, how Jimin could come off as defensive but was just a small ball of fluff in reality, how Jungkook was hard headed but ever so passionate about what he did—a work ethic that many were jealous of—how Hoseok’s smile could light up the whole room (arguably cliché, but Yoongi called him his sunshine so you gave him bonus points) and how everyone in your relationship was far from perfect but perfect in their own unique way that Yoongi adored.
You believed Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook had similar love languages, each of them thriving off physical touch. It wasn’t an uncommon sight for Taehyung to have his legs hung over Jungkook’s at the dining table, or Hoseok shielding Jimin with a back hug while they danced around the kitchen as the moon spilled in through the double doors in the kitchen. You liked holding Jimin’s hands while you whispered secrets to one another in the silence of the night, with no one but the stars to eavesdrop on your conversation, you liked when your knees brushed against Hoseok’s when you both built Lego, and you absolutely adored when Jungkook and Taehyung would slip into yours and Jin’s bedroom past midnight to sleep with the two of you.
Namjoon’s love language was veering towards words of affirmation, never one to shy away from sending you all texts on how he missed you as he worked. Always remembering to tell you all he loved you before you all slept. Occasionally you’d find small notes around the house, little poems about how much he admires each of you or words of encouragement when he knows you’re having a bad day. Namjoon was always so patient, uncaring when the younger hybrids would roughhouse him after a long day at work, watching with fond eyes as everyone settles down for dinner kindly prepared by Jimin; your family finally complete, with the 8 of you all chatting away about your days, aspirations, plans for the future. And Namjoon would listen intently to all of it, mentally noting down the snippets of new information he would learn about each of you.
And you always felt warm, the good kind of warm when everyone’s future seemed to include each other. And it was reassuring that what you had now was long-term. No one was going anywhere, and this house—one that had so many bad memories, was slowly but surely being washed of those bad moments, this home filled with more love than there ever had been.
8 hearts intertwined, brought together by fate—maybe to help each of you heal in your own ways. And healing had started to feel easier when you were surrounded by such lovable, understanding people. Healing felt worth it when you bared your heart with no added layers, shedding away walls like a butterfly breaking free of its cocoon, being handled delicately by those that admire your beauty. And maybe having people that encourage your wings to sprout, unfurling into something so beautiful is the final push you needed to start running towards your future.
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“Why are you looking at me like that?” you whisper to Taehyung, trying your best to keep your huge smile at bay as you lay facing one another.
But it’s useless at his reply, “Because I really love you” he whispers back—and you can see it swimming in his eyes, a love so pure that he doesn’t know what to do with himself, his own body drawing closer to yours like you were two sides of a magnet; an unseeable force pulling you towards one another. Not that either of you were complaining, with Taehyung’s large hand rubbing tight circles on your hip, and your fingers tracing his prominent collarbones—there was no place either of you would rather be. Isolated from the outside world, with nothing but one another as company.
Your own eyes soften at that, hand coming to caress the soft skin of his cheek, stubble prickling at the tips of your fingers as you trace his jaw. Taehyung leans into your touch, eyes closing momentarily as he basks in the comfort of this moment. Selfishly wishing that time itself would stop so you could stay like this forever.
You’d both snuck out of the house, a wave of déjà vu washing over the two of you from the first few weeks of knowing each other; hiding away in the summer house where the outside world would be forgotten while you learnt more about each other, and you’d live in each other’s affluence; curtains drawn closed to cocoon the two of you from what may live in the real world. The loud chatter of the other 6 parts of your family shut off behind varnished doors and sheer curtains; the expanse of the garden feeling a lot bigger when it was just the two of you hidden away. Hundreds of thousands blades of grass acting as a barrier to your hideout while the rest of your family joked around in the living room.
“I love you too” you’re able to whisper before Taehyung is leaning forward, his lips slightly hovering over yours before he closes the gap, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. A beautiful, innocent kiss that has you melting into Kim Taehyung, his lips tasting faintly of the iced tea you’d had that afternoon, sun-kissed skin melding into one another.
You hum into the kiss, mouth parting when the strong muscle of his tongue flicks from between his lips to prod at the seam of your own. A silent question, asking for permission to explore you further. You oblige, head feeling hazy with love—and slowly growing arousal. You figure you’re not the only one who has slightly obscene thoughts plaguing their mind, as Taehyung’s hips jut forward rhythmically—bulge of his slowly hardening cock nudging the sacred mound between your thighs.
Taehyung’s fingers tangle within your hair as he pulls your further into himself, his head tilting just enough for the kiss to deepen comfortably. You feel his tongue lick at the roof of your mouth, a low grunt reverberating from his chest as he takes his time exploring, tasting what he can only describe as something so wholly you.
This wasn’t the first time you’d kissed—nor was it the first time you’d kissed like this. But to Taehyung, every time he shared such an intimate moment with you; it felt like the first. Like each time his tongue would slip past the seam of your lips, he’d get to explore you all over again. Slowly relishing the feeling of you. You who was so perfect, pretty, smart, kind, everything that has ever been good in the world. Taehyung liked you so much it was hard to contain himself sometimes. And no matter how hard he tried to engrave each and every ridge of your body, how your tongue felt lapping at his mouth, or your plush, kiss swollen lips pressing against his own—every moment Taehyung spent with you always felt new. Always refreshing, bold but equally as innocent and exhilarating.
Two lost souls finally intertwining into one, two pieces of the puzzles sitting snug by each other’s side.
Taehyung feels complete when he’s with you.
And often times he feels guilty, for the all the lewd thoughts he has of you when only the moon is there to witness the sinful acts he plays out in his bedroom—but you were so pure that he couldn’t help but imagine all the ways he could claim you as his own. A primal instinct, but Taehyung’s learnt to embrace his animalistic tendencies.
Sharing you with 6 other people was hard, and Taehyung wasn’t going to admit he was perfect. Jealousy was common at the start of whatever you all had at the time, the ugly, green feeling fizzling up his spine until he couldn’t help but snap at his Hyungs; because he just wanted you all for himself.
Guilt had played a large part of his life when he first moved in with you—jealous of what you and Jin had, jealous that it wasn’t him that had been in your life for so long, experienced new things with you like the fox had. Jealous when Jimin had joined you, your attention suddenly divided by three. Jealous when you spoke so fondly of Yoongi and Namjoon—betrayed even, that you had trusted human people so easily. The very beings that hated, shunned, belittled your kind when they were the ones to blame. Guilt consuming him because you cared for these people and he couldn’t help but act like a spoilt brat who didn’t like to share what he considered his.
But Taehyung had learnt that your heart was so full of love, you didn’t love him any less now that you had more people in your life. Stretching your heart out enough to fit everyone inside, making sure everyone was loved equally. If he was a musician, maybe he would write a song about how you were the epitome of love, so lovable with so much love to give.
Love, love, love.
He loved the word love. Because it reminded him of you—pretty little you, who he couldn’t imagine his life without. All thoughts of his future including you sat by his side. His pretty little baby.
You both release a shuddering breath, lungs greedily gulping for oxygen when you finally decide to part from the kiss with a lewd pop. But it’s only moments before Taehyung pushes himself to lean on his elbows, bringing your lips back to his own for another ravenous kiss.
This kiss is less leisurely, more feral this time, no care for teeth clashing or your saliva being shared from one mouth to the other as his tongue pushes to meet your own. Taehyung caresses what he can only assume to be his and your own spit from your chin with his thumb, mouth leaving yours to push the concoction of your own saliva onto your waiting tongue.
Your plush lips close around his thumb as he pushes down on your tongue.
Taehyung groans, “You’re always so messy, baby” he pulls his thumb from your mouth, caressing your spit over your bottom lip, his own quirking up into a cocky smile as he watches it glisten in the dim lamplight of the summer house.
You whine at that, “You’re fault that I get messy” you argue and Taehyung grins wide at that—enamoured by how cute you could be, even in such a compromising situation.
“Open wide”
You do as your told, lips parting with your tongue falling past your bottom lip. Just how Taehyung likes it.
You watch carefully as Taehyung gathers a wad of saliva in his mouth, his fingers gripping your chin to make sure your mouth stays open, and your panties damped when he spits into your mouth, rivulets of slick pushing past your hole, staining the cotton material in your steadily leaking essence. You make a noise in the back of your throat as his spit slides over your tongue.
Mockingly, Taehyung shakes your face—grip on your jaw tightening slightly as he leans down to press a kiss on your bottom lip, teeth nipping at the swollen skin, with what he deems to be the prettiest shade of red; and he can only imagine his own lips were a similar colour to your own.
“Swallow” he finally let’s go, your own finger come to caress your aching jaw, “Good girl” he groans when you open your mouth to show him.
Your hands slip under his shirt, fingers lightly trailing over his happy trail before they skim over his stomach—not as toned as Jungkook or Jimin’s but so perfectly Taehyung you rush him to pull his shirt over his head.
You sigh, happy as you take in his naked chest; pushing yourself to sit up so you could kiss over his collarbones—rightfully worshiping his honeyed skin. A little tanner than it had been that morning, but you’d both been lounging in the sun all afternoon.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume Taehyung was sculpted to rival the beauty of Adonis. A bold claim, but you stood by the statement. Because not only was his face the most beautiful piece of art you’ve ever seen, but his body was so soft, well taken care of, and just ever so pretty you never knew what to do with yourself.
The grey wolf doesn’t shy away from your ogling eyes, expression morphing into something a little cockier as he lets your eager hands roam the expanse of his torso. Eyes clearly avoiding the evident bulge in his pants, and he wonders if it’s because you like to tease him. Or if you really were just distracted with your hands trying to hold any piece of bare skin available.
“Taetae?” you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes.
And Taehyung feels his sweatpants grow incredibly tighter as you look up at him so innocently—so obliviously pretty and so, so delectable. He wonders if you know the hold you have on him, how you have him and the rest of the guys wrapped around your pretty little fingers, the same fingers that inch closer and closer to the waistband of his sweatpants. He wonders if you know how he would do anything for you; all you had to do was ask.
“Yes, my love?” he brings a hand to come and softly caress your cheek; he’d always liked slow loving more than the feral fucking that the other guys enjoyed. That didn’t mean he didn’t like it a little messier though, the primal, more feral part of his brain liking the idea of knocking you up and keeping you safely by his side until you both grew old, precious little children running around the garden as you both watch with fond eyes.
“Can I touch you?” you ask, fingers toying with the strings of his sweatpants. And he finds it so cute that even now, you still ask for his permission; still somewhat jittery when it came to getting intimate with any of the guys that weren’t Jin, but he supposes he’ll just have to remind you who his body belongs to.
His head falls back as he groans, hips bucking up to try and get some sort of friction, biting down on his bottom lip when all he gets is the small gap between your bodies. Dumb puppy wolf brain begging him to free his bordering-painful erection and slip into the slick heat between your thighs.
“Of course. You own my body, doll.”
Your fingers slip past the waist band of his sweats, only to find out he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“You whore, you knew this was gonna happen” your fingers wrap deftly around his cock, teasing lilt to your voice.
Taehyung leans forwards so his head can rest on your shoulder as you help stroke him to full hardness, a speedy process considering he was sure most of the blood in his body had rushed downwards the moment his tongue lapped at your own.
“Actually, I don’t sleep in underwear” he retorts, no real venom in his tone; voice a little breathy as you squeeze him teasingly. But he lets you toy with him, happy that he has some sort of release—he was never too fussy when it came to you.
Your sluggish strokes come to an abrupt stop when the door to the summer house clicks open, flung carelessly so it hits the wall. Loud bang making you jump.
Taehyung chokes out a moan as you squeeze the head of his weighty cock, eyes wide with surprise as Jungkook and Jimin halt in their steps.
You open your mouth, words stuck on the tip of your tongue as both of their eyes trail downwards—to where your hand is stuffed into Taehyung’s sweats, evident lump where your hand holds the head, suddenly unmoving as your brain works a mile a minute to process that the cat and fox had stormed into your intimate time with Taehyung.
Mirth swims behind both of their eyes, shameless in the way they stalk forwards toward the bed. You let out what could only be described as a squeak when Jungkook pulls you up onto his lap as he makes himself comfortable on the bed, your hand slipping from Taehyung’s pants as Jungkook gets you both into a comfortable position, your tails wrapped perfectly around his waist so your back can sit comfortably against his chest.
You turn towards Jimin, eyes wide as he just looks down at you with that same amused glint in his eyes as when he had opened the door. Any words that planned to slip through your plush lips fizzling to nothing as you realise Jimin wasn’t about to help you.
Jungkook’s fingers trail down your stomach, bringing your focus back onto him as they slip past the waistband of your pyjama shorts.
The tips of his fingers trace the lacy trimming of your panties, teasing you as they don’t travel any closer to the pulsing heat between your thighs. Your hips buck upwards, trying to get Jungkook’s fingers where you needed them. And you let out a pitiful whine when his thumb just misses your pulsating clit, begging to be touched.
“Oh, you poor thing” Taehyung leans forwards, a mocking pout on his lips as he places a sloppy kiss to your cheek.
Pitifully, you snivel, your head falling back to lean on Jungkook’s shoulder as you look up at him with pleading eyes. Hoping that maybe he would be merciful enough to at least toy with you throbbing pearl.
“Mind if we join you, baby?” he asks, pretty doe eyes taking a serious edge to them.
You will your mind to be somewhat coherent. Because you knew that if you didn’t verbally answer, all of this would stop. A rule that had been negotiated early on in your relationship, along with safe words, boundaries, and proper after care routines.
“’s fine kookie” you whisper, lips pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw.
Satisfied, Jungkook hums; his fingers inching closer to the damp patch that darkened the pink fabric of your panties.
“This wet, just from getting Taehyung off?” the fox coos, his other hand taking a firm hold of your jaw—making you watch Taehyung undress at the end of the bed.
“Like making Taetae feel good” comes your reply, which was soon followed by a moan as Jungkook’s thumb circles your clit; the sensitive little nub making you jolt in the fox’s lap. A mean laugh bubbling up Jungkook’s throat as you moan.
You turn to look at Jimin who sits on the edge of the bed, his own hand tucked into his pyjama bottoms as he teases the tip of his slowly growing cock. You wiggle around in Jungkook’s lap, mild embarrassment crawling up your spine as Jimin just watches Jungkook’s hand tease you—veiled behind the thin cotton of your pyjamas and fully aware of the heavy bulge that presses against your back as your rock back and forth, silently begging for Jungkook to play with your clit again. The fleeting stimulation he’d given you enough to have you begging for more.
“Oh, you’re sopping. Just a needy little bitch that needs to be fucked full of cum, yeah?” Jungkook supplies, condescending in his tone as he rubs a finger over your clothed slit.
Taehyung scoots up towards the head of the bed where you and Jungkook sit; all clothes discarded on the floor somewhere. Your eyes fixate on his length, head a deep red as it slaps against his stomach with each jittery movement he makes, precum staining the tan skin of his stomach as it glistens in the dim orange light of the lamp.
Eagerly you lean forwards to wrap your fingers back around his sizable cock, there was something so…sating having Taehyung’s heavy length wrapped in your hands. But Taehyung stops you, lacing his fingers with your own to keep your hands from enclosing around his shaft.
You look up at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion; and Taehyung laughs at how endearing you are. Always one to please others and not worry about your own pleasure. But he planned to make this about you, how could he be selfish enough to care for his own release when he had you sat before him.
“Let me take care of you, pretty” he tells you in a low whisper, pressing another kiss between your furrowed brows to ease them as his hands trail down your sides.
With Jungkook’s help, your pyjama pants are slipped off of your legs (it wasn’t easy with such thick tails, but you managed), knees involuntarily bending inwards as the cool air of the summer house brushes against your bare core, the slick that had trailed down your thighs starting to feel tacky against your heated skin.
It doesn’t take much for Taehyung to pry your legs back open, not when Jimin leans forwards to trail sticky fingers under your shirt to play with your breasts, his own precum slippery as he pinches your hardened nipples; earning a soft whine from you at the stimulation.
Taehyung leans falls tummy first on the bed, no shame whatsoever as he eyes your pretty pink pussy, lips glistening with so much slick he doesn’t think you’ll need much prepping at all. He watches as you hole clenches, hypnotising, eagerly asking to be touched, to be played with.
Taehyung doesn’t waste another moment before he surges forwards, tongue licking a bold stripe through your slit up towards your clit, the hood being pulled back by the thick muscle of his tongue.
You let out a shuddering moan, hands finding purchase on Jungkook’s biceps and Taehyung’s finger’s spread you apart so his tongue can prod at your entrance.
The wolf is unashamed as he laps up your slick like a starved puppy, which only spurs you into producing more as it trails further downwards—Taehyung pulling your ass cheeks apart, making sure he licks up any slick that spurts from your hole as it starts to soak the base of your tails.
Jimin helps you lift your shirt over your head, apologizing when he accidently smacks Jungkook in the nose. Said fox trails his hands down your body, tattooed fingers thrumming at your sensitive clit as Taehyung pushes his tongue into your awaiting hole.
Your back arches, so many hands making you feel good at once, the evident arousal that seeps from all four of you, Taehyung’s tongue ruthlessly scooping mouthfuls of slick from your hole and Jungkook’s pretty hands playing with your clit becomes too much. But it all felt so good.
It’s when Jimin’s eager finger pinch your nipples, you feel your stomach clench, thighs shaking as they close around Taehyung’s head. He knows you’re on the brink of your first orgasm, so he eases a finger into your hole, his own moan vibrating against the sensitive lips of your glistening cunt as he feels you clench around him. Jungkook doesn’t stop the tight circles on your clit, determined to help bring you over the edge.
“Can I cum, please?” you ask, frantic as your hips buck against Taehyung’s tongue.
“So polite” Jungkook coos, “Of course you can, baby”
You moan loudly as you come, head falling into the juncture of Jungkook’s shoulder as your thighs shake around Taehyung’s head. He pulls his finger from your hole, tongue lapping up your cum as it slowly leaks from between your swollen lips.
Slowly Jungkook stops his circles on your oversensitive pearl, not wanting to hurt you. You have to sluggishly push Taehyung’s head away from between your thighs, his tongue pushing you into overstimulation as he cleans you up.
Taehyung looks like a slick drunk puppy when he finally pushes himself to sit up, eyes a little hazy as he just looks at you limp in Jungkook’s lap—the fox still fully clothed as he runs his hands over your sides, helping ground you from the leg shaking orgasm you just experienced.
The wolf’s chin is covered in a sheen of your own slick and cum, you wouldn’t put it against him to say that some of it was probably his own drool as well.
“I have to get back inside and cook” Jimin announces, eyes looking warily at clock hung on the wall.
You whine at that, fingers tugging on his shirt.
“You’re still hard, Mimi. You can fuck my thighs if you want, I need a moment before I can go again anyways”
Jimin throws his head back, painfully hard cock twitching in the confines of his pants at image of you pliant underneath him while he gets himself off.
“You sure, little fox?” he asks, worry evident in his tone. He didn’t want to wear you out if you were already tired. Plus it looked like you had two other horny hybrids to sate before dinner that evening.
You smile up at him, heart feeling full as Jimin worries over you. You simply nod, pulling him down so you could give him a gentle kiss to his plump lips. You both share a moment, seemingly forgetting that you had two audience members.
Taehyung starts stroking his length, nothing that would actually get him off but enough stimulation that his erection wasn’t painful.
Jungkook leans back on the bed when you and Jimin part, your own hand coming to scoop a wad of slick from your cunt as Jimin pulls down his pyjama pants just enough to free is stiff cock.
Jimin had the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen, curved perfectly and the head a deep red that you’d considered on more than one occasion maybe you would suck it. (Which was very out of character for you because blowjobs were a big no go). But now wasn’t the time, as your fingers lather up his pretty cock with your own arousal, more of it leaking from your hole as you watch his length glisten.
Jungkook tries his best to keep your tails at bay, but eventually gives up as a few start to sway back and forth.
You push your thighs together, Jimin helping you fold them up to your chest as he pushes his cock through the seam of them. Grunting when he feels the wet, plush skin squeeze his length.
You close your eyes, relishing the feeling of Jimin’s body weight helping you keep your legs bent, the wet squelch of his cock between the meat of your thighs along with his timely grunts were a reminder that you were making him feel like that. You were making Jimin feel good.
Taehyung continues to stroke himself at the end of the bed, imagination running wild as he imagines himself in the cat’s position. Your fleshy thighs squeezing his cock, a hairs length away from the tip nudging your clit.
You jolt forwards when Jimin does accidently stimulate the bundle of nerves, his own apology dying on his tongue as his hips speed up, find a rhythm that draws him closer and closer to the edge.
His own toned thighs slapping against the back of yours reverberates across the four walls of the summer house, your own higher pitched moans harmonizing with Jimin’s as the tip of his cock continuously bumps into your clit with each forward push of his hips.
“So pretty, and perfect. Just a cock hungry whore, you couldn’t wait, could you? Wanting me to fuck your thighs so soon after Taehyung and Jungkook had given you an orgasm”
You hear Jimin let out one final moan before you feel his cum drip onto your mound, your legs being pulled open by the cat as he strokes his length—aiming the tip at your entrance so his cum starts to drip down your slit.
Without thinking, he pushes the head of his softening cock through your slit, watching as his own cum gathers at the tip before he’s smearing it around your clit—a dopy smile on his face as you whine at the stimulation.
He takes your cheeks into his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before he’s pushing himself off of the bed, pulling his underwear and pyjama bottoms back up before he’s skipping over towards the door.
“Dinners in an hour, try to finish by then. Love you”
“Think you’re ready to go again?” Jungkook asks once Jimin shuts the door to the summer house, his own cock feeling suffocated as he’d been waiting patiently for his time to come.
You nod, “Want both of you”
Taehyung chokes, “At the same time?”
You give him a knowing smile, and Taehyung throws his head back, groaning. What was he gonna do with you?
“Come here then, I’ll open you up while Jungkookie gets undressed”
Eagerly you scramble from Jungkook’s embrace, giggling when you accidently brush against his straining erection, flopping into Taehyung who catches you with a wide grin on his face.
He helps pull your legs apart, licking his lips at the way a mixture of your arousal and Jimin’s cum stains the inside of your thighs, eagerly waiting hole creamy as it beckons Taehyung to come closer.
He easily slips a finger inside of you, and you don’t flinch, more than used to the long fingers of Kim Taehyung pushing past your velvety walls. A second finger is soon slipped past the ring of muscle while Jungkook pulls his shirt over his head.
Your hips jump when the pads of Taehyung’s fingers prod at the spongy tissue, a happy smile on his face as he starts to assault your g-spot before he scissors his fingers to try and stretch you open a little more.
Before the two of you can get carried away, his fingers leave you, and you whine at the loss of contact; hips eagerly chasing after Taehyung’s hand.
He shushes you, pushing his fingers past the seam of your lips to make you taste yourself, hints of Jimin’s cum mingled somewhere in your own slick. Taehyung’s other hand helps you fall back onto the cushioning of your tails, helping you lift your hips, so your thighs rest comfortably over his own before he pulls his hand away from your mouth; using your spit to slick up his cock before he lines it up with your entrance.
“You sure you want both of us, small thing?” Taehyung asks, worried maybe you were biting off more than you could chew.
“Yeah” you reply, tone breathy as Taehyung runs the tip of his pulsing cock through your slit, running your arousal down his shaft.
You let him take his time, knowing that this is going to be just as much of a challenge for him as it is for you. And you can see the crease in his brow as he contemplates if he really wants to do this, inexperienced in this field of sex.
“I’ve done it a few times with Yoongi and Namjoon” you confess, in no way wanting it to seem as though you were comparing him to the others; only hoping to ease his worries slightly.
You both knew you weren’t made of fine china, nor would you break if they acted a little rougher with you. Jungkook wasn’t the most modest in bed, more than happy to throw you around to his will, fuck you like there was no tomorrow and push your own limits. (With a lot of aftercare of course, he was a sucker for sharing baths, lathering up your body with his soap, and then cuddling for the rest of the night, massaging lightly scented oils into the kinks and knots of your muscles that he may or may not have been part of creating).
That seems to spur Taehyung on, pulling your hips up as he lines his cock up with your entrance, slowly pushing the tip inside before pulling out, testing the waters.
He hadn’t prepped you all that much, two fingers only doing so much when you planned to take both his and Jungkook’s cock at once. And Taehyung wasn’t going to act modest and say he was small in size; it was no secret how well-endowed the wolf was.
He pushes the tip back through your opening, groaning as he feels you clench around the head, body begging him to push further into you.
He takes his time, rocking back and forth, biting his lip as your greedy hole stimulates the sensitive head of his cock, “You sure this little thing can take two cocks, sweetheart?” he asks, head falling back as he pushes another inch into your tight walls.
You fervently nod, hips trying to grind down on more of Taehyung’s length, a breathy moan escaping you as Jungkook starts to circle your clit. With you rhythmically clenching on his length, Taehyung surges forwards, his pelvis flushing against your own as he slowly starts to rock back and forth, grunting when your legs wrap around his waist to keep him buried deep inside of you.
Jungkook’s hand gets trapped between your bodies, uncaring as he continues to stimulate your bundle of nerves.
“I have to stretch you out, pretty” Taehyung murmurs against your ear, hips grinding into you.
“Like feeling this full” you let out a long breath, pulling Taehyung impossibly tighter as you feel his cock twitch. The glare he sends Jungkook’s way a tell-tale sign the fox had meanly squeezed his balls.
You giggle, mind feeling a little hazy; drunk off love and probably animal mating pheromones. The air smelling a lot sweeter than it had when you and Taehyung first snuck into the summer house. The smell of varnished wood drowned out by the floral scent of Taehyung and Jungkook’s pheromones, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. Ready to be bred full, sated with their thick, creamy cum oozing from between your thighs.
It takes a moment, but Taehyung is able to pry your limbs from out his body, watching as Jungkook’s hand inches down towards your hole. Being the muscle pig that he is, it takes Jungkook no effort to gently lift you from the bed, placing you back in his lap, his own hard cock jolting as the soft fur of your tails brush against the tender skin.
By some miracle, Taehyung is still sat inside of you, hips languidly pushing forwards in small circles to keep both of you stimulated while Jungkook gets comfortable.
When Taehyung notices Jungkook’s fingers circling your hole, he comes to play with your clit—hoping to somewhat relax you as Jungkook pushes a finger in beside his cock; you hole straining around the added girth.
You let out a moan, any qualms about the rest of the house hearing what you were up to flung to the back of your mind as you squirm in Jungkook’s hold.
He shushes you gently, kissing at your neck as Taehyung’s hips come to a stop.
You whine, eyes brimming with tears, “Don’t stop, please Tae” you cry, hips rolling to try and get Taehyung moving again.
He obliges, arms caging your upper body as he leans down to press a kiss to your cheeks, salty tears coating his tastebuds as he starts to rock his hips back and forth; Jungkook easing a second finger in beside the first, his thumb thrumming at your clit.
You let out a borderline pornographic moan when Jungkook’s finger’s push the head of Taehyung’s cock right into your g-spot, that, mixed with feeling so full has you reeling towards a second orgasm—still on edge from Jimin teasing your clit when he was getting himself off.
With four fingers and Taehyung’s girthy cock stuffed into your hole, Jungkook deems you prepped enough to lodge his own cock into you as well.
When he slips his fingers out of you, you let out a shuddery breath, hole clenching, Taehyung moaning as Jungkook’s nails rake at the base of his cock.
Times feels like a blur between Jungkook pulling his hand away from your heated core, and him lining his shaft up next to Taehyung’s; but a chorus of moans rings throughout the summer house when Jungkook manages to push the tip of his steadily leaking cock into you; Taehyung feeling winded at how tight it felt.
They’d both been edged for long enough, that there seemed to be a mutual understanding this wasn’t going to take very long for you any of you to come—your walls stretched beyond belief with Taehyung graciously flicking your clit.
Ever so patiently, Jungkook starts to feed his length into you, moaning when you clench particularly hard around both of your boyfriend’s lengths.
You can feel Taehyung’s heavy puffs of breath tickle your collarbones as he tries to stay still—scared he’d hurt you if he were to suddenly move, and it was taking all of his will power to keep his hips in place. All you can let out is pitiful whimpers as Jungkook carefully rocks into you, your cunt gushing around both of their cocks on a particularly jittery thrust. Your cunt trying to accommodate to both of their girthy cocks.
You can feel sweat travel between the valley of your breasts, and you think it must be a mix of your own and Taehyung’s as he takes a moment to breath.
Once Jungkook is fully seated in you, you let out a shuddery breath.
You feel so full.
Stuffed so much you think you can feel both Jungkook and Taehyung rearranging your insides.
It’s when Taehyung pushes himself to sit up, stiff cock pulling at your walls, he moans.
You feel his fingers prod at your stomach before you can even think to look down, but when you do you feel another wave of slick gush out of you; coating Taehyung’s steadily forming knot and Jungkook’s balls in your arousal.
Right beneath Taehyung’s hand was evidence of how big the two of them were, his hand stroking over the bulge in your lower stomach like he was jacking himself off over the taunt skin of your tummy. All three of you moaning when he presses down experimentally at the bulge.
“Please move” you manage to choke out; absolutely mesmerised as the bulge would disappear when Taehyung pulled back, forming once again when he snapped his hips forwards.
Jungkook chooses that moment to look over your shoulder, an unashamed groan bubbling up his chest as he watches your stomach flatten out when Taehyung moves out, only to push back up at your stomach again.
“Oh your fucking pussy is tiny, isn’t it baby?” his voice comparable to a growl.
Its only moments before Jungkook cums, Taehyung’s thick cock rubbing against his own, your small cunt squeezing him like your life depended on it, mixed with the clear visual of you being stretched apart so much he could see both of their cocks in your stomach was enough for him to shoot his load deep inside of you.
You feel the sticky white cum coat your walls, making you feel impossibly fuller as he starts to rock his hips upwards, chasing his high while making sure you milked every last drop, he had to offer. Taehyung can see the small rings of creamy cum sticking to the bases of both of their cocks as they rock in and out of you, coating your plush pussy lips with thick, white cum.
“Good girl, taking everything I have to give you. You like that? Like having my cum inside of your greedy little cunt?” Jungkook coos, condescending in his tone—grinning when you can only reply with a broken moan of his name, mind barely there.
“Oh Jungkookie, all she can think about it our cocks. The poor things too stupid to answer” Taehyung mocks, devilish smile on his face when you shake your head, blubbering. “She can’t even form a proper sentence. It’s okay doll; Taehyungie will take care of you”
You’re about to whine about Jungkook’s cum pushing out of your hole as he slips out of you, only for Taehyung to shove his thick knot into you—ever so close to it popping. And you start to see stars behind your eyes, Taehyung’s voice drowning into nothing more than white noise as your own hips grind to meet Taehyung’s.
Jungkook helps you reach your own orgasm, fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit at Taehyung’s knot catches onto your hole; nothing more than shallow thrusts and grinding possible as he chases his own high.
The wolf leans down, sharp canines biting down on your nipple, and that has you cumming. You feel your body curl in on itself as Jungkook continues his onslaught on your poor clit—uncaring as you start to sob, too oversensitive and so close to another orgasm.
You think you cum again when Taehyung’s knot pops, the feeling of his cum flooding your insides enough for another orgasm to wrack through your body, causing you to shudder as you lay back onto Jungkook’s chest. Said fox runs his hands over your sides as your hips twitch up. Taehyung’s knot slowly deflating, filling you with more of his milky white cum.
Taehyung slumps forwards, slowly deflating knot and softening cock remaining inside of you as you both take a moment to breathe; Jungkook’s hands coming to brush Taehyung’s sweaty bangs from his forehead before he presses a firm kiss to your shoulder.
“I love you” Taehyung whispers, and you smile; eyes closing as you let your body rest.
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As promised, you allowed Jungkook to take you on dates once the situation was over and you felt like your life finally had some semblance of what it once was.
And to say he was the perfect gentleman would be an understatement.
He booked reservations in advance, wary that some of the places you wanted to visit were popular and it may be hard to get a table if you just showed up on the night.
He learned to bake, knowing you had a sweet tooth and wanted to watch you eat the cake he made with his own two hands while on a picnic. A part of him comforted knowing he was the one that made all the pretty sweet treats for you. And maybe he just liked to hear you compliment him, your validation sending him over the moon. And on some days, he even got a kiss on the cheek as a thanks while you lounged in the sun! (Anything that happened when the two of you got home would remain your little secret).
In spring you’d both walk around the park, hand in hand—and maybe you two were that sappy couple that single people cursed at for the excessive PDA, oblivious to their ogling eyes when Jungkook would lean down and press a strawberry sweet kiss to your lips, sharing ice cream or giggling over an old woman’s cute dog that would chase your tails. Jungkook think’s his favourite season is the spring; where flowers bloom in an array of colours, carpeting the expanse of parks and greenery, the grass vibrant virescent, the air floral and fresh. Jungkook loved the spring because it gave him the excuse to buy you pretty pastel dresses that fell past your knees, letting you sit on his jacket so your clothes wouldn’t get mucky from the soil; the sun acting as a canopy as you spend afternoons basking in each other’s embrace.
Summer you would spend by the pool together, spoonfulls of ice cream shared between sticky kisses. Hybrid ears matted with chlorine water while the sun caressed you skin, even in the summer heat you sat knee to knee, occasionally dipping into the water to cool off. And if Jungkook picked you up, throwing the both of you into the deep end just to get a rise out of you; that was a secret he was taking to his grave. When summer rolled around, Jungkook’s favourite season changed too; he loved the summer, driving both of you down to the beach. He wouldn’t mind if Namjoon asked to tag along; the producer leaving the both of you alone while he went crab hunting. Jungkook, never one to back down from a competition would challenge other beachgoers to sandcastle competitions where you would be his trusty decorator, the two of you winning more tacky stuffies as the prize from the nearby beach hut than you had space for. (Jin had built a new shelf for you to both display your small prizes, giving both of you a kiss when you tell him you’d won)
In the autumn he’d take you to marketplaces, watching as you pick out small pieces of jewellery for the other guys; tongue peeking through the seam of your lips as you focus on which fits each of your boyfriends best. Jungkook teasing the others with pictures of you and himself with matching outfits and quint accessories that you picked out for each other. And in those few months, Jungkook thinks autumn is his favourite—indulging you by buying all the pumpkin flavoured treats you would see, even though he knew you wouldn’t like them. Jungkook liked autumn because as the two of you strolled around the park, you would tell him how his fox tail and ears reminded you of the season. His auburn fur a similar colour pallet to the leaves that fell like confetti over the two of you as you rested under a tree. Squirrels of the same colour clawing their way up the thick trunk, head tilting your way when Jungkook’s laugh got a little boisterous.
In winter, Jungkook would take you ice skating, feeling as though he was your own knight in shining armour as he would pick you up when you’d fall; finding you most endearing when you’d swat at his arms, mock anger being thrown his way as you brush ice from your clothes. Both of you drinking hot chocolate as you watch kids build snowmen in the park; a few older kids having snowball fights. When winter rolled around Jungkook believes that maybe winter was actually his favourite season; because the two of you spend time inside, blissfully domestic as you sit by the heater with matching fluffy pyjamas and socks, 2000-piece puzzle being forgotten as you lay across his lap; Jungkook’s fingers carding through the soft fur of your tails.
It had taken him a while to realise that he didn’t need a favourite season, he just liked spending time with his favourite person. He’d never been one to like activities where you had to sit down, his patience similar to that of a child; but he’d come to realise he just didn’t have to right people to sit down and just… relax with. Take time out of the day, recuperate and recharge with the people he cared most about.
Jungkook loved everything when it came to you, he liked certain vegetables because they were your favourite colour, wore certain fabrics because he knew you were fond of them, and he seemed to always catch his flushed cheeks in the view finder when a commenter on his stream would ask how you were doing; apologising when he would babble on about you for 10 minutes to his viewers instead of loading up the next level of his game.
It had been close to two years since the incident happened; and slowly over the course of time hybrids had started to integrate more into society.
Evidently there were still small pockets of people that didn’t agree with hybrids being so close knitted into human’s lives; still turning their noses up at the mere sight of them, venomous words spat in the direction of innocent hybrids that were only trying to live their lives; free of trouble.
But you felt that the world was finally changing. Slowly—but it was the evident change that mattered.
More restaurants were open to serving hybrids, and rules on hybrids going out alone without supervision was becoming laxer. You felt more comfortable exploring the city alone, shop owners more than happy to help you when you looked a little lost, and stall owners tipping their hats your way when you’d smile, walking by their store.
When there’s light, shadow is to be expected. Hybrid activists had started to knuckle down on facilities; helping free ‘failed’ hybrids—sending them to well established care centres and helping them set up lives outside of the city where they wouldn’t be shunned. But peaceful protests could only get people so far. No laws planned to be established about ending the experiments on foetuses, the government still pumping out hybrid children like produce in a factory, and only so many facilities could be overrun by essentially powerless individuals who have better moral values than the pompous assholes that work in politics.
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You’d just spent the afternoon with Jungkook, he’d found a small lake further out of the city where you’d spent the day dipping in the water; eating sandwiches in the back of his car with fluffy towels wrapped around your shoulders. That evening however, Jungkook had to stream; leaving you at home with Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon while the other three were out on their own little date (not their words, but yours).
You were lounging by Yoongi’s side, his arm lazily slung over your shoulder while Hobi was flat on his belly across the sofa while Namjoon sat on the chair.
The movie was innocent enough, a typical coming of age story with boringly attractive cast members and a cliché plotline. To no surprise it was Hoseok’s choice; Namjoon nor Yoongi wanting to disappoint the wolf allowed him to pick what he wanted.
When a steamier scene started to play on the large screen, you didn’t think much of it. Familiar with random sex scenes being worked into sappy romance films even if this was on the family channel. You supposed production companies were trying to broaden their audience.
Your nose twitches when the sweet scent of arousal penetrates the air, and like tumbling dominoes, it’s only moments before you can start to feel yourself slicken up. Panties sticking to your folds uncomfortably.
You look over at Hoseok, who’s already staring right at you. Yoongi asks if you’re okay when you start to fidget beside him, thighs rubbing together to try and alleviate some of the steadily growing ache between your legs.
Namjoon watches as Hoseok pushes himself to sit up, hungrily pouncing for you; his lips smacking onto your own for a heated kiss. You let out a strained moan, partially because you just bit your tongue, and partly because Hoseok’s lips felt so nice against your own.
You manage to pull back for a greedy gulp of air—long string of saliva snapping between the two of you when you both sit back. You manage to catch the wide eyes of Yoongi sat beside you, pupils blown as he takes a moment to catch up with what he just witnessed.
“Did you really get horny from a movie sex scene” you manage to pant, teasing lilt to your voice.
Hoseok just frowns, fingers taking a hold of your shirt before he brings his lips back towards yours; kiss softer this time.
“Maybe” he murmurs, his lips a hairs width away from your own.
You close the gap between you, fingers trailing down his clothed torso to the evident bulge in his jeans. You palm him over the rough material, drinking down each and every moan that he lets out as his tongue pushes past the seam of your lips.
With hesitant hands, you feel Yoongi behind you start to trail his hands over your stomach, thin summer dress doing nothing to hide your hard nipples as Hoseok grinds up into your hand.
When you part, your eyes meet Namjoon’s—even in such a situation he always looks so calm and calculating.
“Joonie” you beckon him over, “want a kiss”
Never one to disappoint, Namjoon pushes himself from the chair—sauntering over towards where the three of you were on the couch. He leans down, indulging you in a slow, passionate kiss as Hoseok’s wandering hands slip up the skirt of your dress, deft fingers rubbing over your covered slit; groaning at how damp the material was.
“You’re soaking, sweetness” Hoseok tells you once you and Namjoon part, your mouth falling open in a soft moan as Yoongi pinches your pert nipples.
“Just for you” you manage to squeeze out, hips rocking back and forth over Hoseok’s hand.
He smiles devilishly at that, pushing your panties to the side to gather your slick from your leaking hole. He smears your wetness around your folds, tips of his index finger barely pushing into your pulsating hole.
You grind down on his hand, palm nudging your clit perfectly as your fingers scramble to help clip open his belt. Sensing your desperation, Namjoon helps you, gently pulling your fingers away from Hoseok’s jeans to help get them off.
At some point, Yoongi had stopped his teasing at your breasts, unclipping his own belt, pulling his jeans down and discarding them somewhere on the floor.
“Keep the dress on, you look too pretty” Hoseok tells you when you go to take it off, pulling your thighs to lay over his own so he can take your panties off.
“Bend over, baby” comes the wolf’s harsh tone, and you do just that. Flipping the skirt of your dress over your bare asshole, tails falling limp over your back, face and chest laying on the sofa as you present to Hoseok like the dumb puppy you were trying to please the larger wolf.
You feel him palm the plush cheeks of your ass, thumb teasing the rim before his hand stoops lower, index and middle finger dipping into your clenching hole. His other hand swats at your skin, lip bitten back by his teeth as your skin flushes a dark red with each slap to your left cheek.
Namjoon groans as he watches slick spill from your hole, body subconsciously aware of the pheromones Hoseok must be pumping into the air. When you look up to what Yoongi was doing, you catch sight of him stroking his cock; not as girthy as the others but definitely the longest, curved in the perfect place to make you see stars whenever he fucks you.
You reach out, slim fingers wrapping around his shaft as you start to stroke him, his own hand dipping to squeeze his balls.
Your mouth falls open when you feel the blunt head of Hoseok’s cock pull your cunt open, stretch immense as he slowly feeds all of his length into your awaiting hole. Head thrown back as you squeeze his length—begging for him to shoot his cum right into the back of your cunt.
“Feel good, darling?” Namjoon runs a soothing hand over your back, biting back a moan when Hoseok decided to start jacking the younger producer off.
“Really good” you let out a long sigh when Hoseok bottoms out, pelvis flush against your plush ass cheeks.
Yoongi throws his head back when you start to speed up your strokes, fingers feeling sticky with the amount of precum that was leaking from his slit—momentarily you pull your hand from Yoongi’s shaft, bringing the tangy precum to coat your tongue. You hum, spitting into your hand to help lubricate Yoongi’s length more before you went back to stroking.
Hoseok chooses that moment to start rocking his hips, small circles to help you adjust around his thick cock.
“Think this small cunt can take my knot?” Hoseok growls, the only semblance of a warning you get before he starts jackhammering into you, well-rounded thighs rippling each time he thrusts into you.
You blabber, almost incoherent as you call out his name, fingers falling tighter around Yoongi who chokes out a long moan.
You think you feel Namjoon’s slender fingers trail underneath your body, using your own arousal to slick up your clit. You jolt forwards when he starts to rub tight figures of eight on the small bundle of nerves.
“You close, pretty?” Hoseok moans, pleasure consuming his whole body as you clench around him.
You nod, hand slipping from Yoongi’s hard cock as you grab onto the fabric of the couch, your moans in tandem with Hoseok’s as Namjoon continues to flick at your clit.
You feel a gush of wetness spray from your cunt, Hoseok and Namjoon’s groans echoing in your ears as you rock your hips back to meet Hoseok’s thrusts. He quickly pulls his length from your pussy, guiding his cock to slap over your clit, watching as another gush of wetness squirts out of you onto his abdomen; dripping to coat the base of his cock in your juices.
“Holy shit” Hoseok breathes, languidly stroking his length—coating it in your release, “Baby you just squirted”
You release a shuddering breath, thighs still shaky as your hips fall onto the couch, legs twitching as you take a moment to breath.
“Did I?” you manage to croak out, thighs clamping shut when Namjoon goes to run a finger through your slit. You feel his finger wiggle against your clit, and you feel tears run down your cheeks in overstimulation.
“I’m sensitive Joonie” you whine, hips bucking.
“Want me to stop?” he continues to flick at your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“No” you moan, slowly closing in on a second orgasm.
Hoseok watches as a gush of your cum leaks from your cunt, drippling down to where Namjoon continues to flick at your clit, skirt of your dress falling over your ass.
You look over at Yoongi, the tip of his cock bordering on purple as he watches your thighs clench an unclench.
“Can I ride you?” you watch the older producer’s eyes widen, “Just don’t touch my clit and I think I’ll be fine”
“You sure?” he asks, hands already moving to help you sit up.
You place your thighs either side of Yoongi’s, hand falling between your bodies to grab at his long shaft while the other holds up your dress so Yoongi can watch where the two of you connect. Carefully, avoiding your sensitive clit, you push the head of his cock past your velvety walls.
Your thighs strain as you bounce in Yoongi’s lap, grateful when you feel Namjoon’s fingers wrap around your waist to help lift you up on the eldest’s cock.
Yoongi can feel your silklike walls squeezing his length, your own cum from your prior orgasm dripping down to his balls, loud squelching of your sopping cunt rivalling your moans.
Hoseok’s fingers skim the base of your tails causing you to slump forwards, falling onto Yoongi’s chest.
You feel his cock twitch, nudging perfectly into your g-spot before he cums. Milky white semen glazing your walls. You continue to bounce in his lap, helping him ride out his high.
He has to hold your hips down, mainly because he wanted to keep his cum deeper inside of you, but he was also slowly nearing being painfully overstimulated.
And Yoongi groans when he looks down as you lift yourself off of his cock, your cunt squeezing his gooey release back onto his length.
“Think you can go one more time?” Hoseok asks you, helping you stand as your legs were still shaky.
“Yeah” you turn to look over at Namjoon, “But what about you?” you ask the younger producer.
He waves you off, hand already trailing down his stomach to take a hold of his cock, “I don’t mind cumming on your tits”
You let out what could only be described as an unattractive snort as you let Hoseok position you how he wanted, malleable in his arms as he gets comfy.
You can feel each ridge and divot of his girthy cock as Hoseok pushes into you, your walls oversensitive from the constant stimulation you’d had paired with the multiple orgasms Namjoon and Hobi seemed to wring out of you.
Hoseok’s pace is a lot softer than he had been, enjoying being able to hold your hands while your legs rested over his shoulders, the muscles in his arms flexing as he leans down to press a firm kiss to your lips; thin string of saliva dangling between the two of you when he eventually pulls away.
Rhythmically Hoseok rocks into you, fingers gently squeezing your own as you fall over the edge for who knows what time that evening. You shudder, long drawn moan spilling past your lips as you orgasm, less intense than the prior ones but equally as pleasing.
Luckily it seemed Hoseok’s knot was catching onto your rim, your spasming walls massaging his length; enough to bring him over the edge. His knot locks in place, keeping the two of you breathing heavily as Hoseok’s thick cum splatters deep into your cunt.
You hear Namjoon moan, his cum dribbling onto your chest second later as he strokes his length. What you don’t anticipate is Yoongi kneeling over your head with his long cock enclosed in a tight fist.
Your eyes squeeze shut, Yoongi’s low groan the only warning you get before his cum shoots over your chest, joining Namjoon’s own seed. The younger of the two producers smearing the mixed concoction over your nipples.
A drop or two falls onto your forehead, Yoongi scooping it up with his index finger before pushing it into your mouth.
“You guys hungry?” Namjoon asks as he pulls his belt through the loops of his jeans.
You and Hoseok turn to look at each other, eyes trailing down to where you were still locked together, “Might have to wait a while hyung”
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You stare at the run-down building, worried maybe you had bitten off more than you could chew buying Jin a restaurant—or what will be a restaurant. Currently it looked a little worse for wear, and you’re pretty sure you saw a few rats milling around like they owned the place. Which is definitely a health hazard, but you didn’t know the number of the local rat terminators, plus you didn’t want them killed. What if one of them was a chef, like Remy? And he could help Jin run the place.
You knew Jin would probably be angry, mad that you’d spent all your inheritance money on the raggedy old building just because he once had a dream.
And to him it may have been a fleeting moment, nothing more than a dream—something so far out of reach he gave up chasing it all those years ago when it was evident that he would never own his own restaurant. To you however, Jin having such an ambitious dream had always left you in awe. And while maybe he buried the idea of having his own quint, little, hybrid-run eatery in the dark crevices of his mind, you always awaited the day you could surprise him with the perfect place and enough money to make it his own.
Food was more than a basic human need in Jin’s life. His cooking brought people together, made you all sit around the table as a family and bond while you ate the meal he graciously prepared. Hours spent after longs hours at work cooking for the two of you after your owner died and you had no one but each other left in the world. Jin learnt to cook meals that brought the two of you comfort, encouraged you to start your own garden, both of your hobbies working in tandem with one another; you were occupied during the day and Jin got to cook with your homegrown produce.
You would have never met Jimin if it weren’t for your garden, nor would you have ever bonded with Namjoon over a similar interest. Food meant the world to Jin and Jin meant the world to you.
Lazy afternoon spent as teenagers binging cooking shows, Jin remembering recipes off by heart after only hearing chefs explain them once. Evenings spent around the table, giggling at jokes around Jin’s cooking, your owner always looking a little healthier than he had that morning thanks to Jin’s meals.
You remember the exact moment he had spilled his secret dream, embarrassed you would find him too ambitious and laugh. But you’d listened to him, watched the excited glint in his eyes as he explained every miniscule detail about what he wanted his restaurant to look like, from the wallpaper to the tables, to the menus. Maybe Italian in style, but he worried people would think he only sold Italian food, and a greasy American diner didn’t fit the aesthetic of his cooking; homecooked, hearty meals made for the people you love. So you told him to create a design of his own, something that stood out.
He’d spent hours that night telling you of his dream, and maybe that was the moment you realised you were in love with him, more than a housemate or an older sibling. You loved Kim Seokjin because he was modest, humble when he could easily brag about his immense skills in all areas of life, he had vocation, a dream so wholly him you could only admire him, he was kind, patient—answering all of your questions, helping you when he was busy.
You just really loved Jin.
Sometimes when you love a person, it’s hard to find the right words to explain how much you, well, love them. It’s hard to put into words your admiration for someone without sounding like a broken record, overused words of endearment and cheesy compliments had never felt like enough because if everyone else in the world could say them, then what was so special about your love for that particular person.
After everything Jin had done for you, ‘I love you’ didn’t feel like enough.
Of course, you hoped Jin knew that you loved him—you loved him more than life itself. But you felt the best way to truly cement your feeling for him, was to give him the final push to quit the dead-end job he currently worked at and took the final leap towards his long-time dream.
You aren’t sure why you feel so nervous when you get a text from Jungkook announcing he would be arriving with Jin in less than 5 minutes, maybe it’s because you don’t know how he’ll react, what if he doesn’t like the layout? Or the area? What if he just didn’t like it because you thought you’d be a little righteous and force a whole new responsibility onto him. You tried to remember as much of his description as possible, not worried that the building was more expensive than the other places you’d viewed as it was closer to the CBD, perfect for business, even if the place was going to be run by a hybrid.
You planned to hand off the last of your inheritance money to Jin for decorating, wanting him to create his dream restaurant. It’s not like you had much use for it anyways, with Namjoon and Yoongi’s wages enough to cover food, with Hoseok now working for money rather than rent and Jungkook making more off his streams than he had when you first met him, money wasn’t ever going to be an issue. So, you’d much rather hand it off to Jin who would use it for something worthwhile.
You choose not to turn around when you hear the engine of a car rev behind where you’re stood, ignition clicking off before the doors open.
Jin comes to stand beside you, his arm falling comfortably over your shoulder as he looks up at the gritty building.
“You okay, sweetheart? Jungkook said you had a surprise?”
You look over your shoulder at Jungkook who leans against his car, a smile that you can only assume was to be encouragement gracing his pretty face. “You remember when you told me you wanted to own a restaurant?” you ask, watching Jin’s side profile as his eyebrows crease, cogs of his brain whirring away.
“Yeah?” he turns to look at you and then back at the building, pointing at it, his eyes widen in surprise.
“I know it’s not much but it’s in a good area so business should be good, and I have the rest of my inheritance money for you to decorate the place just as you dreamed” you explain, biting your lip.
Jin stays silent, eyes raking over the dingy building. You feel your heart drop to your stomach when his arm slips from your shoulder, maybe you’d gone too far.
“You did this, for me?” he asks, hesitantly taking a step closer to the building.
“Of course, once you told me you wanted to be a chef, I decided I’d save up for your own place” you explain, rocking back and forth on your heels.
Jin turns towards you, and you’re a little taken aback by how glossy his eyes were. You let out a squeak when he pulls you into his chest. And you open your mouth to complain that you could feel your ribs cracking under the pressure of his hug but choose not to when you hear Jin snivel, pearly tears falling onto the crown of your head like the rain does in spring.
You wrap your arms around Jin’s torso, your own eyes glazing over with saline tears as you feel his body shake. It’s not often Jin cries, he always had the idea that he had to be the stronger one for the two of you; so you couldn’t help but feel that tell-tale little lump form in your throat as you feel your own emotions catch up on you.
“Why would you spend your inheritance money on this… this silly little dream?” he pulls you away from his chest, eyes glassy as they meet your own.
“Because it was never silly, Jin. Do you know how cool I thought you were when you told me?” you smile up at him, hand snaking between your bodies to wipe away the tears that ran down his cheeks.
“What about your money?”
“I don’t really have a purpose for it, so I’d much rather you have it” you wave him off with an easy smile, “Besides, Jimin was excited to start working here”
“Oh, my little fox” Jin cries, pulling you back into his chest. You let him hold you, rubbing his back as you feel his body shake, arms tightening around him when he lets out a loud sob. You don’t need to ask him to clarify if they were happy tears, the mumbled ‘I love you’s enough for you to gauge that maybe you did do the right thing.
You seem to forget about the world around you; you and Jin in your own world. Uncaring when a man walks by giving you guys the side-eye, or when an overexcited stray circles around your legs.
“Thank you”
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Later that evening you find yourself sat opposite Jin in the large bathtub, your knees pressed against each other as the mirrors fog up with the steam that whisps from the scalding hot bathwater.
Jin reaches across his lap to take a hold of your hand, bringing up to his lips to place a delicate kiss to each of your fingers.
“Thank you, for making my dream come true”
You shake your head, “It’s all thanks to grandpa, it was his money anyways”
“I think he’ll be happy, knowing where our lives have led us” Jin pulls you closer to his body, droplets of water slipping down his defined chest. You watch the water ripple around the both of you, whirring of the in-bathroom fan white noise as you allow yourself to gather your thoughts.
“I think he’d be proud, we stopped moping around and made a big change in our lives” you supply, “But I feel like no matter what, whether he was alive or dead, fate would have brought all of us together no matter what” you refer to your other 6 boyfriends who you can now hear laughing downstairs.
“You think so? We wouldn’t have gone to visit Taehyung if he hadn’t died”
“I guess not, but I think you forget why we went to that specific facility. A week after we brought Taehyung home the hybrids rioted, broke free of that shithole; so, I think fate would have brought Taehyung to us anyways” you smile, “Everything worked out in the end, so maybe all of the hurt was worth it”
You really had been thinking about your chance encounters with each of the boys, how far you’d all come from when you’d met years ago. Broken people with brittle hearts and not much hope in the scary world. But together, life seemed a little better.
“We could have gone about the problem a different way” Jin muses, running a wet hand through your hair.
“Probably, but there’s no point regretting the past when we have the whole future ahead of us. Together”
“When did you get so wise” Jin throws his head back laughing.
“Since I started hanging out with Namjoon” you joke.
Jin feels your hips start to rock forwards, soft flesh of your thighs rubbing against his slowly hardening cock.
“We have to go downstairs soon, the others will be wondering where we are” Jin sighs, hands falling to your waist to help you rock over his length; words not reflecting how he really felt. Not when he encourages you to run your slickened cunt over his length.
“We can be quick, they know that we like to spend a long time in the bath anyways” you let out a soft moan as the head of Jin’s cock runs over your clit, parting your slit before catching onto your hole.
You use the edge of the tub to help push yourself up enough before you grab onto Jin’s cock, thumb teasing his slit under water before you guide it towards your waiting hole.
When you sink down, water sloshing around the two of you, you both let out long, drawn out moans. You feel Jin’s nails sink into the skin of your hips, the rhythmic clenching of your walls around his length enough of an indication for Jin to start gently thrusting up into you.
Your hands cup his cheeks, hips rolling languidly to meet his own thrusts as you lean down to press a soft kiss to his plush lips.
Jin’s tongue licks up at the seam of your mouth, silently asking for access, you oblige moaning as you feel the wet muscle of his tongue lick up into your mouth.
You part with a wet pop, your legs clenching around the outside of Jin’s thighs as his pace quickens, determined for you both to reach your end. The fox’s hand trails from your waist, between your bodies down towards your clit, his fingers coming to rub tight circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I love you” you moan, hips bucking against Jin’s as plants his feet on the floor of the bathtub, pushing up into you harder.
“Love you too” he flicks at your clit, both of you uncaring as water splashes over the edge onto the tiled floors, bathmat working hard to soak in the water that you both spill. You come before Jin, a loud moan ripping up your throat as he helps you ride out your high, your hands coming to grab at your breasts as you roll your hips.
Jin comes inside of you, hips stuttering as he coats your walls with his release; his head falls back against the wall, heavily breathing as you slump onto his chest.
“Thank you, I don’t know what I would do without you” Jin whispers, head leaning down to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head.
“And I wouldn’t know what to do without you” you look up at him with a smile.
+++
You and Jin stand in the doorway to the living room, 6 pairs of beady eyes looking at the both of you with knowing smiles on their faces.
“Have a nice bath?” Hoseok pipes up, teasing lilt to his voice.
You supposed if the obvious moans coming from the bathroom weren’t a dead give-away, both of your flushed red cheeks certainly were.
“Very nice, actually” you tell him, falling over Taehyung’s lap. The wolf’s fingers falling to card through the damp fur of your tails.
If anyone were to walk past your house, they’d see the lights on in the living room; sheer curtains pulled closed to give you a little privacy. And if the crickets were a little quieter, they’d be able to hear the loud laughter of Hoseok as he bounced around the living room, Jungkook hot on his tail as they mimicked the actors on the TV while Jimin filmed when and the rest of you stifled your giggles.
If someone had walked past your home years ago, maybe they would have assumed the house was abandoned, scrappy old car in the driveway with more than half of the home’s curtains closed. Dead silence from those that resided inside.
Now, you kept your owner’s old office open, the key tucked neatly away in a drawer in the kitchen. Old photos hung on the walls, and memorabilia neatly tucked into the drawers of the desk. The bookshelf now held both old and new books, Namjoon using up the empty shelf space to hold his own collection while Yoongi upgraded the old computer into something a little more modern.
You kept the office door open, letting a breeze waft through the room. The stale air no more, damp furniture reconditioned, and bad memories replaced with better ones. Newer ones that felt like they belonged in the room that had once housed better times that were no more. The musty old room a reflection of your own wretched emotions, fears you were too scared to face, because letting go of someone you love is hard.
But you can only start healing when you learn to let go.
You and Jin had finally cleared out your owner’s old bedroom too, the small grave you had both build for him remaining, but you’d sent his clothes to charity shops and shredded any remaining paperwork he had left behind, using it to cook marshmallows out in the garden of an evening.
You remember as a child, your owner—your grandpa—telling you that the brightest star in the sky would be your most loved one looking over you when they were gone, guiding you down the right path in life. So, when you look up, the sky clear of any clouds, and you spot that star, one that shines brighter than the rest; you take a moment to wonder if maybe your grandpa was watching over your new family. Happy that you and Jin had found peace of mind and opened your hearts to so many new people.
And you felt happier, sure, there were days you felt as though any progress you’d made was meaningless; life feeling a little too hard to live sometimes. But you couldn’t rush healing. And you wouldn’t rush it because learning about yourself through this journey was healing in itself.
Healing is never going to be a straight line, never going to be a solid path for you to walk down without challenges along the way, ones that push your limits, make you question why you still try even when the end seems too far out of reach. But that’s why you’ve learnt that setting small goals is the best way forwards, one step at a time; why worry about the millionth step when you’re only at the start of the race?
You’ve learnt to try and live life without regret, it’s okay to reflect, figure out what went wrong and find a solution for the future, but if you look back for too long, you’ll only stumble, slowing yourself down. Don’t regret the inevitable, the situations you have no control over, don’t regret what you haven’t done and work towards doing it. Don’t regret what could have once been, because the past is over, and you have the whole future ahead of you.
The path you’d taken hadn’t been the smoothest, nor had it been the most faultless. Afterall you are only human, and perfection is a subjective term, no one is truly perfect. Your plans had flaws and desires beyond selfish when you embarked on your journey of freedom. You’d brought 7 people into your own problem because you couldn’t handle it alone.
But you truly believed that no matter what path you had taken in life, the 7 men that sat beside you now would have caught you when you fell; each path that represented your lives always bringing you to a crossroad, where you’d meet and then walk down the same path, this time hand in hand. Fate working in a funny way to bring all 8 of you together.
And as you watch Yoongi and Jin huddled beside the barbeque, their face glowing from the charcoal lit fire with Namjoon reading to Jimin while Jungkook falls over both of their laps dozing off, Hoseok and Taehyung running around the garden like two puppies, everyone you love all in one place;
You think you’ve figured out the world’s little secret on how to build a home.
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