With Every Installment Of This Series, I Have To Read Each Part Twicethe First Time To Really Soak In

with every installment of this series, i have to read each part twice—the first time to really soak in the emotions, and another time to absorb all the little details and feel giddy at isa's writing!

the part with taesan holding his collar broke my heart. and i love how reader treats him so warmly and tenderly, always reminding him he's his own person, and nothing can take that away from him! i also can't can't can't wait to see how taesan's relationship with reader evolves into a more romantic one >.<

i'm eagerly anticipating the next part—isa, take all the time you need to write this masterpiece! <3

time and space. ⎯ chapter five

₊˚⊹ ᰔ in which you take taesan, a black cat hybrid, in to live with you.

content: hybrid!taesan, fem!reader, taesan and y/n go on a music store date... taesan opens up to reader more! warnings (for this chapter): none! word count: 2.1K a/n: thank you for waiting for me on this update, as per usual~ we are getting somewhere you guys... the ship has left the docks! <3

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The weekend rolls around quickly, especially with how you seem to breeze through your work days, looking forward to the promised music store date with Taesan over the weekend. And you know Taesan is just as excited as you, because when you wake up on Saturday morning, he’s already lingering in your doorway, tail coiled around his thigh, a sheepish smile as he whispers a soft good morning to you. You smile at him, encouraging him to get bathed and changed - the faster you both get ready, the more time you’ll have to spend outside together! 

Taesan makes quick work of his bath, exiting the bathroom with a satisfied hum, his soft, gentle voice telling you that the bathroom’s free. You make equally quick work of your bath and your morning routine, getting changed into a comfortable sweater and jeans. As you’re getting ready, you notice Taesan is quiet in his room, and when you go to check on him, you notice him standing by his drawers, holding a thick leather collar in his hands - the collar he was wearing when he stumbled into the shelter after running away from the lab. The moment you met his eyes, it was apparent that the feline boy thought he needed to be collared when outside. 

“Oh, no, Taesanie… you don’t have to wear that outside anymore, I promise.” You smile warmly at him, watching his warm, almost solemn eyes blink at you slowly. “You’re your own person too, hm? No more collars or anything anymore, I promise,” your voice is gentle as you step closer to him, watching as he discards the collar, meeting your eyes again with a small smile. Your heart twists in your chest at the notion of him having suffered so much before meeting you, but you push that thought aside, resolutely thinking to yourself that you’ll make his time with you worthwhile. 

“Shall we go? The store opens in 20, and the car I rented is already downstairs,” you smile at him, the corners of your mouth almost meeting your eyes as Taesan excitedly nods, bounding over past you, heading straight to the front door. He makes quick work of putting on his sneakers and tugging a comfortable cardigan over his shoulders. Taesan turns to you, looking at you expectantly after he puts on his shoes and cardigan, like he’s waiting for you to tell him how he looks. “You look perfect, Taesanie,” you let out a light huff of laughter, touched and also tickled by how the hybrid seemed to hang onto your every word. 

The trip to the music store is quick, and throughout the drive you can’t help but notice how Taesan curiously peers out the car window, looking at every car that zips past, and watching people at the crosswalk when the car slows to a halt at every red light. It’s a stark contrast to the Taesan you remember from when you first brought him to your apartment - he no longer makes himself small, and his tail is no longer constantly around his body protectively. Taesan on the other hand, loves the feeling of the warm, late-morning sun, shining gently through the car window. It’s been a while since he’s been out since he first started living with you, but the feeling of the warm sunlight is just the same. He purrs softly, thinking to himself that even after all this time, you still feel the same - you’re still just as warm as the sunlight shining through the car window, warming up his skin ever so softly. 

You park the car smoothly, exiting and opening the passenger side door for Taesan to exit as well. His ears perk up at the sound of people walking up and down the street, his tail flicking around, almost slightly anxiously. Taesan spots others just like him amidst the many people around him, by the street and across it, and he still finds it hard to wrap his head around the fact that hybrids co-exist so easily with everyone else. Where he came from ages ago, he was nothing but an experiment, a means to an end. Your gentle voice breaks him out of his daze, his head turning to meet your eyes. 

“Are you nervous to be in a crowded space?” you ask him softly, watching as Taesan fiddles with the hem of his cardigan sleeves. “A little bit. Been a while,” he answers, his body language not giving much of his nervousness away, but you’ve stayed with him long enough to see it in his sharp, feline eyes. Taesan’s eyes had always been very expressive all on their own, so you don’t miss the way they widen and light up ever so slightly when you extend your hand to him, letting him hold your hand as you lead him to the music store. 

This feels nice, Taesan thinks to himself, his gaze flickering to your entwined fingers. The way your hand fits perfectly in his sends a flutter in his stomach, feeling the soft thumping of your heartbeat in between his fingers. When the both of you enter the store, Taesan’s ears perk way up, his tail shivering in interest. You stifle a soft chuckle at his reaction, watching his eyes go wide at the vast selection of records and CDs. “C’mon, I’ll take you section by section,” you tug on his hand gently, leading him to where the 80s music selection was. Taesan finds the courage to let his fingertips graze over the many CD covers, his lips parting ever so slightly in awe at how spoiled for choice he is in here. 

The Smiths, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Nirvana and Tears for Fears - Taesan picks up CDs from those bands first, a spring in his step as he heads to the free-to-use CD players in the store. You follow him, your eyes never leaving his face, and your warm smile never seeming to go away as you observed how he handled the CDs and the headphones. You can’t help but let out an amused chuckle when Taesan struggles to maneuver the headphones to properly accommodate his kitty ears, but eventually, he figures it out, and he’s glancing back at you every few seconds as he listens to the CDs. Gosh, I’m in trouble, you find yourself thinking quietly. 

“I like these,” Taesan smiles gently at you, the look in his eyes almost hopeful as he holds the CDs in his hand. You find yourself smiling even wider, grabbing the CDs from him with a promise that you’ll get them for him. Your bank account certainly wasn’t going to enjoy today’s shopping trip, but if it meant being able to see Taesan’s soft, pure smile and his tail reacting so excitedly, you figure you could afford to drain your savings a little bit. You pay for the CDs Taesan picked out, opting to swipe your card rather than debit it, so you wound’t have to see the total cost of everything glaring at you. 

As the both of you enter the car to head home, Taesan clutches the plastic bag containing his new CDs, the smile on his face almost permanent. “Thank you, Y/N,” he says so softly, you almost miss it. You don’t miss the way he blinks slowly at you, the sight of him so happy and grateful sending a flutter of butterflies to your tummy. You tell him it’s no problem, before driving the two of you home. 

The music store date proved to be a catalyst in Taesan’s opening up to you, because since that fateful Saturday, Taesan has been glued to the CD player in your apartment, looping the albums he got, and when you come home from work sometimes, he’s quick to perk up, beaming about any particular song that reminds him of you. First, it was The Passenger, and when you asked why, Taesan smiled so sweetly at you, you almost didn’t hear anything he said afterwards. “Because I’m always in the passenger side with you, and… when I’m in the car with you, the sun shining through the car window reminds me of you,” Taesan says softly, his tail swishing gently against the surface of the couch as he looks at you, waiting with bated breath for your reaction. He smiles even wider when you tell him that’s lovely. 

It becomes routine, every couple weeks or so, you’d take Taesan to the same music store to ‘update’ his collection of old albums, and with every new CD he gets. There’s bound to be one or two songs in the selection that reminds him of you. You’d watch sometimes, as he sits by the CD player, listening to every tune and lyric so intently, his ears stiff and perked, his tail flicking around in interest. Then, after he thoroughly listens through the whole album, he’d tell you all about his favourite songs, and of course, the songs that reminded him of you. It sent butterflies erupting in your stomach again, watching Taesan open up to you more and more, your conversations getting longer and longer. It was like watching a lotus flower bloom, even from the muddiest of waters. 

It’s not lost on you the way Taesan lingers around you more lately too. Whenever you’re in the service balcony of your apartment, he’d linger by the sliding doors, watching as you folded the laundry, his tail flicking around as it usually did when he’s intrigued. Then, soon after, on days when you come home from work a little later, you’d find him in the service balcony, folding the dry laundry exactly the same way you do it. I like watching Y/N do the chores. Taesan thinks to himself. I like watching, so that when she’s busy, I can help her and do it all correctly. 

“You’re so sweet, Taesanie,” you couldn’t help but coo softly as you ruffled his hair gently, setting your work bag down on the kitchen counter, pouring yourself a glass of cold water after a long day of work. As you busy yourself with unwinding after a long, tedious shift, you miss the way Taesan stares at you, his gaze warm and content, the corners of his lips curling into a soft smile as he blinks slowly at your tired form. 

That same night, you have a long overdue movie night with Taesan, of course not without the jeyukbokkeum that Taesan loves so much. The night is silent for the most part, apart from the light clinking of glass tableware and the occasional chuckle or comment from either of you, as you watched the new Netflix Ultraman movie together. When the two of you were done with your jeyukbokkeum, you get up to collect the dirty dishes and clean up real quick, but Taesan gets up too, grabbing the dishes gently from your hand, a soft I’ll get it, don’t worry, leaving his lips. As he walks past you to the kitchen, your eyes widen when you feel his soft, silky tail brush against your wrist tenderly. You don’t think much of it, filing the memory away in your mind, before pausing the movie on TV so that Taesan wouldn’t miss anything while he’s doing the dishes. 

After the movie, as per usual, neither of you head to bed without saying goodnight to each other first. The lingering memory of Taesan’s tail brushing against your skin plays in the back of your eyelids when you lay down to rest, and you can’t help the nagging curiosity growing in your mind. 

“Jia… what does it mean when a hybrid brushes their tail against you?” you open the conversation as casually as possible, keeping your eyes focused on the computer monitor in front of you, your fingers typing away as you go through your work shift as per usual. You jump in your seat slightly when Jia lets out a sound of shrill surprise. “Y/N, wh- what happened? Are you saying Taesan did that? Did he? He brushed up against you?” Jia’s voice is a mix of a whisper and an excited scream, making you turn to her in slight confusion. As far as your knowledge on cats goes, you thought that cats brushing up against you just meant that they’re comfortable around you. 

“Yeah, he did… why?” Jia all but smacks her hand on your arm, her shocked but also overjoyed expression perplexing you. “Y/N… cats have scent glands at the base of their tails… Taesan was scent marking you,” Jia grins coyly at you, snickering at the way your expression turned from confusion to realisation. 

Oh. Oh. 

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Oooff I’m so sorry about how much I wrote in that ask! 🫣 I couldn’t help myself, it was literally just supposed to be the first part but, well…yeah.

I do write fanfics but not of bnd as of yet (I’m working on that 🤗)

Anyways I hope you’re doing well, sending lots of love 💙💙

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pretty please? ⎯ p.sungho ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

content: sungho x gn!reader word count: 1.7K words warnings: smut, himbo!sungho mixed with light shibari!sungho, edging, reader is a little mean :( .. also sungho begs and cries <3 a/n: i couldn't decide between himbo and shibari sungho so i just combined the two... don't ask me anything. i kind of blacked out while writing this so not proofread, if i go down i'm going down like a big girl.

Sungho is a very pretty person. Anyone with a working pair of eyes can tell that much. He’s tall, broad and muscular, with the most delicate features, framed by his soft, silky hair. Even when he’s in a simple white tee and jeans, he turns heads wherever he goes, he draws attention to himself, simply by existing. But there’s something hidden under that, that outer layer of sparkling eyes and pouty lips. 

It takes a while to notice, but Sungho can be rather…dense. The way he genuinely didn’t know the staff had set him and his members up to a game of mafia, because he so innocently thought they were just going through the whole game together. Or the way you have to send him pictures of what exactly you need him to get from the store, or he’ll take your words too literally and buy something completely different (take for example the time he bought you regular pads and actual chicken wings when you were on your period). Needless to say, behind those pretty, cat-like eyes of his, were truly… no thoughts. 

“Y/N, can you help me? I think this shirt doesn’t fit me anymore…” you hear Sungho’s voice calling you from your shared bedroom, and when you enter, you see him bent over, his shirt half off his bare body, stuck around his broad shoulders. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his predicament, reaching out to help him pull the fabric off, but to no avail. You step around him, trying to see where the shirt was really stuck, only to see that your boyfriend, your oh so pretty boyfriend, had left the buttons buttoned up at the neck of the shirt. You reached in and unbuttoned the shirt from the outside, the fabric immediately loosening up and Sungho could finally pull it off easily. 

My little airheaded baby, you thought to yourself as you looked at the sheepish grin Sungho gave you, laughing at himself for not noticing the buttons on his own shirt. “Ha… I guess I didn’t realise… thanks, babe!” he grins at you, failing to notice the way you were basically fucking him with your eyes. He was topless, acting all sheepish as if you couldn’t see the subtle curves of his muscles, that small waist of his, and the faint happy trail that led to the inside of his pants. 

“Babe? Do you need something?” his voice snaps you out of your daze, his head tilting curiously at you. The way you’re staring at him completely flies over his pretty little head, so you simply shake your head, telling him that it’s nothing. He doesn’t know that you have a whole, lengthy list of the depraved things you wanted to do to him. 

Maybe he doesn’t need to know, you think. Knowing would only overwork his pretty little head, it’d simply be too much for him. Besides, there was nothing you enjoyed more than a pretty boy who couldn’t think for himself, who needed you to do all the thinking for him. 

“C-Can’t move…” Sungho whimpers, squirming around. You let out a small scoff, followed by an almost mocking chuckle. 

“That’s the point, pretty… you don’t have to move, or think… let me do all the work, hm?” you purred, trailing your fingertips along his bare skin. He’s completely nude, seated on a comfortable armchair in the corner of your shared bedroom. His arms behind his back, tied up with the prettiest pink velvet ribbons you had. 

The velvet wrapped around his chest, right beneath his pecs, making them pop out ever so slightly, with every rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Your gaze raked over your handiwork – his arms bound behind him, his thighs spread apart, held apart by the same velvet ribbon, tied to the legs of the armchair. He was all spread out for you, his hard cock aching between his legs. Sungho felt hot, desperate, squirming against the velvet, soft whines and whimpers leaving his lips, incoherent little mumbles falling from his lips. 

“What was that, baby? I can’t help you if you don’t use your words,” you coo at him, your tone so sickeningly sweet, it only made Sungho whine even more. “...ngh- c-can’t… n-need… need more - ah - want m-more…” he babbled out, the tiniest amount of drool falling from the corner of his mouth. You had barely even touched him and he was already so blissed out. All this, just from you tying him up, cooing and purring at him, telling him how pretty he is. 

With a sweet smile on your face, you relished in the way Sungho’s breath hitched, the way his body jerked at the sensation of your fingers over his skin – and the sensation of you tying the final bit of the velvet ribbon around the base of his aching cock. It was heavy, red and pulsing, just begging to be touched, used, milked. Sungho leaned his head back against the backrest, a strained whine coming from his lips, his adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to gulp his pretty sounds down. 

“Spit,” you instruct him, your voice soft and gentle but laced with the slightest edge. Sungho obliges, letting a thick glob of his spit fall from his mouth onto your palm - he gets even harder at the sight, if that was even possible. You bring your hand to his cock, using his spit as lube to slide your hand over his length better. The moment your hand so much as touches Sungho’s aching dick, he’s already bucking his hips, desperate for some, any friction his sex-hungry body can find. 

“Ah, ah. Behave yourself, or I won’t touch you at all, pretty,” you tut at him, clicking your tongue softly. The corners of your lips curl into a sly grin as Sungho’s cheeks turn the slightest bit redder, visibly trying his hardest to stay still. How could he, though? When you’re touching him so much, yet so little, all at the same time. Sungho looks up at you with glassy eyes, his lips trembling ever so slightly. “P-Please… want- need you to touch me, darling, please,” he groans softly, making you bite back a light scoff. 

You indulge him - your hand wraps around his thick length, slowly stroking him. Sungho throws his head back, a strained moan leaving his lips, the sound lewd and wanton. You put the slightest bit of pressure on his cock, stroking him, while your other hand cups and gropes his taut balls. It’s so pretty, watching Sungho lose himself to the pleasure of your touch. He barely has any idea what you have up your sleeve - he’s just taking everything you give him, whining and begging, pleading for you to touch him, to let him cum. Borderline incoherent babbles tumble from his lips, promises of I’ve been good, I’ve been a good boy for you fall from his lips like petals, and it only spurs you on even more. 

You continue your ministrations, stroking him while playing with his balls, occasionally bringing your hand up to his chest to roll his hardened nipple between your fingers. Sungho’s chest is immensely sensitive, and the feeling of your fingers lightly brushing against the hardened buds make him croon and squirm so utterly deliciously. You can tell he’s close by the way he struggles to keep still, his neck straining as he tries to control his body. You continue stroking him, just until he’s right there, right at the edge, moans and lewd whimpers falling from his lips like a mantra. When you pull your hand away, Sungho all but cries at the loss of sensation, his head whipping back towards you, his eyes glossed over with unshed tears. 

“Wh- why- why’d you stop?” he sputters out, his bottom lip slightly swollen from how hard he was biting down on it the closer he got to his orgasm earlier. You smirk lazily at him, toying with his dick, brushing over it with the palm of your hand, watching as he squirms over and over again. “Not yet, pretty, not yet…” you coo at him, cupping his cheek delicately, a stark contrast to the hard grip you had on him earlier. 

Sungho lets out a pathetic sound at your mocking tone, and it only eggs you on even more. You bring your hand to his mouth again, telling him to spit, then using his spit to stroke his aching cock again. Sungho narrows his eyes at you, clearly not enthused by how you’re toying with him, but he doesn’t complain - he may be dense, but he knows better than to complain when you have him like this. “I’ll let you cum this time, babyboy,” you smile sweetly at him, and his eyes light up like an excited little puppy. You tighten your hand around his dick this time, stroking him at a good enough pace, knowing that he’s sensitive from being edged just now, so bringing him to orgasm again would be easy. 

“Fuc- fuck… ngh- ah… feels s’good, baby… s-so good… so- so pretty, you’re so pretty, babe,” you know you have him right where you want him when he starts babbling like this, and it brings a sly grin to your face. Your hand doesn’t let up on his cock, if anything, you increase your pace, stroking him and milking him. Sungho doesn’t even care to control his voice anymore, moaning and groaning like he’s in heat. You watch his face with a sharp eye, watching for when he’s close again – when he is, you pull your hand off him once more, a scoff huffed out through your nose at Sungho’s strangled, disappointed moan. 

“Wh- ba.. baby, you- you said you’d l-let me cum, baby… ngh–fuck, you promised babe…” Sungho cries out, the frustration of being edged twice making hot tears spill from his eyes. You coo so sickeningly sweetly at him, wiping his tears away, smiling down at him. “You’re so cute, pretty… you really believed I’d let you cum so easily? You look so pretty like this, of course I have to play with you a little longer,” Sungho all but whines even more at your words, his hips bucking, his cock aching between his legs. Your pretty airheaded baby, you coo. So pretty, yet so naive. He had a long night ahead of him. 

a/n: two posts in a day? who is she? (she's insane, that's who) again don't look at me don't ask me anything because i, honest to the gods, do not know either. this was a fever dream. a fever vision. ㅡ @onedoornet

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non-idol!zerobaseone x afab reader (they/them)

listen closely to the stories of zb1 as they find themselves entangled in lives filled with friendships, passions, hardships, love, and of course, music!

general genre/warnings ➵ lots of fluff, some angst, expect crack, they/them pronouns <3, band au, a mix of college, fresh graduates, and highschool aus, crazy case of loserism from the zb1 guys (as it should be), music is the connecting factor <3 make sure to read every story's respective genre/warnings

additional notes ➵ stories can be read as standalones but it's highly encouraged to read through all! all previous and upcoming y/ns will be referred to as __!y/n titles and synopsis are subject to change but plots/genres are pretty set

word count ➵ projected to be 10-15k words per story under side a, 5-10k words per story under side b

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SIDE A

TRACK 1: home is found in you ➵ kim gyuvin

when kim gyuvin is forced to volunteer at a animal shelter, the last thing he expects is to be compared to a rescued dog. (and to fall in love with you.) — strangers to lovers to exes to lovers, small town au, summer au, fluff, angst, based on “i smile” by day6

TRACK 2: the ballad of a lovestruck friend ➵ seok matthew

while everyone seems to know who seok matthew’s crush is, he refuses to reveal the identity to you. (now, why’s everyone calling you dense?) — friends to lovers, university au, fluff, based on “i like you” by day6

TRACK 3: the plotted invisible string ➵ kim taerae

if kim taerae had any regrets, it would be n asking out his first love. luckily for him, he’s got another shot now. (how’s he going to mastermind it this time?) — strangers to friends to lovers, highschool & university au, fluff, crack, based on “wanna go back” & “chocolate” by day6

TRACK 4: on (your) strings ➵ zhang hao

if there’s anything zhang hao hated, it’s double harmonics, paganini’s caprice no. 24, and the annoying viola player in orchestra. (so why can’t he stop thinking about you?) — enemies to lovers, university (master’s) au, fluff, angst, based on “i wait” by day6

TRACK 5: first day(s) on the job ➵ kim jiwoong

although kim jiwoong is set to impress his boss, he’s unlucky to be assigned with the clueless intern who seems to always cause a mess. (maybe you two wouldn’t be staying in your jobs for that long.) — strangers to lovers, workplace au, crack, fluff, angst, based on “man in a move” by day6

SIDE B

TRACK 6: eye for talent ➵ shen quanrui/ricky

as ricky plans to invest in the next big band, his eyes are set on the university crowd’s favorite bar for their breakthrough. (and the owner who always says no to him.) — strangers to lovers, university au, fluff, angst, based on “emergency” by day6

TRACK 7: lost in translation ➵ park gunwook

although park gunwook wants to make his name in underground hiphop scene, he’s set on meeting the respected, masked rapper that took the community by a storm. (it just so happens that he didn’t know he fucked up his first meeting with you.) — strangers to lovers, university au, crack, fluff, based on “what can i do?” by day6

TRACK 8: 8,000 kilometers worth ➵ sung hanbin

if there’s one thing sung hanbin wasn’t expecting, it’s being kept far away from you. (did you two have what it takes to sustain it?) — established relationship, angst, based on “about now” by day6

TRACK 9: slowly bruising but healing ➵ han yujin

han yujin’s biggest enemy is himself, but you’re here to remind him of his worth amidst a sea of criticism. (all you can hope is that he’ll listen to your voice as he hopes the same for you.) — platonic, highschool au, angst, coming-of-age, based on “marathon” by day6

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