No One:

No one:

MC at Namjoon and Taehyung:

(In my head, she squishes them daily and drools on them after getting hella fucked up…because me too)

God not me having horny indecent thoughts over her just holding namjoon’s pecks and using them as leverage to fuck herself back on his cock and knot, and namjoon’s just lying back with a smirk on his face like “take what you need from alpha babygirl I’m all yours 🥰”

Mc calling one of the packmates oppa?? Who would love it the most??

hmmmmmm i think hobi probably! ive always thought it cute like 'hobi oppa' imagine her calling oppa out the door of her nest room, all wrapped up and unable to detangle herself and hobi just comes dashing, almost falls on the smooth floor, cheeks pink from being called that by her so casually, and then her tiny voice as she goes 'oppa im stuck -3-' ahhhhhh cutnes overload!

though i think that only a few of the boys in bily speak Korean, definitely jin is bilingual, and probably namjoon and Yoongi- and...actually probably the m/c now that I think about it, but somehow the idea of her being an outsider and not knowing anything they talk about because it's in a different language might really emphasize her role as an outsider and how isolated she would have been.

I really don't like "daddy" and "mommy" kink but damn it, you make it so cute 🥺

I know like it’s not even sexual most of the time for me 🥺 like can you imagine the m/c coming back from doing something on her own for the first time, only it goes badly and she’s so so so overstimulated and in need of some tiny pup time,

and of course jinnies there and she runs to him and burries her face in his chest and he just knows she needs a few minutes to have her Melt down and recover. Imagine her going all small and being all quiet murmuring “daddy, is mommy home yet?” And him just being all like “no angel but she will be soon, do you wanna spend some time in the nest until she gets home?”

And she doesn’t even have to respond jinnie just takes her and gets her all situated. And I’m just picturejng tae comeing home all in a rush cuz jin texted, smothering the m/c in sweet little platitudes cuz her baby girl just did so well on her own but why doesn’t she try letting mommy handle everything for now, her heart hurting when the m/c lets out the smallest possible “yes mommy,”

Ahhhhh I’m getting all soft thinking of yoongi coming home and going to check on them/c and finding her in taes lap, softly sucking on her neck just kinda teething at her skin cuz mommy always smells and tastes so good 🥺 and taes just so relaxed and comfortable with her babygirl in her arms. Her delicate fingers and manicured nails scratching oh so lightly down the m/c back

Sigh,,, I wish I had a mommy, I’m so overstimulated today 😞

Just thinking between BILY Namjoon and Jimin what are the dynamics when its two of them both SFW and NSFW

Or do they bond over mc's slick ??

Hope you're having a nice day 😊

I think when it’s just the two of them and it’s non sexy times they’re like- very friendy and almost plantonic but then namjoon just looks at jimin and gets so soft and jimîn would get super flustered over it. Jimin is like- v protective over namjoon (obviously) kinda tends to glare at anyone who looks too long (a lot of people look too long)

jimin could listen to joonie talk for hours, even if it’s the most minute details for surgery jimin will listen so attentively. Namjoon’s little comments are also like- so funny and cute to him, the pack alpha honestly makes jimin really giggly too. Jimin can be a little more free with joonie because he’s jimin’s pack alpha like- the alpha part of his brain shuts off a little around joon.

As for their sex life- they get really really rough with each other. Bites, bruises, spanking and knitting’s that leaves jimin unable to sit comfortably for a few hours at least. Sometimes- jimin just needs to be fucked dumb and into submission and joonie gives him that. Jimin has this dichotomy to him as a character where like- obviously he is a very capable protector, but he also craves someone to make his brain shut off, and namjoon and jin give him that in a physical and emotional way respectively.

At first I think joon was a little resistant to litterally makeing jimin his bitch, but as they got closer and jin started to act more dom with him, their relationship really bloomed into what it was.

As for bonding over the m/cs slick- they DEFINITELY DO, jimin’s such a slick drunk pup, always wanting to lick it out of joons mouth or off his cock. They talk about it too, get all riled up between the two of them just thinking about it but that’s the addictive Cooochie juices for you

It’s my birthday so as a present can you tell me your head cannons about the rare times koo is dominant with mc. And the packs reactions to seeing that side of him.

Personally I think they would be shook at first then laugh cause they find it cute. All the while koo is like 😠

Okay this is a super special secret sneak peak of something thats coming, jk asserting dominance over the m/c as apart of their hierarchy! happy birthday! promise me you won't show anyone~~

this is also a good show of what my rough drafts look like, this will probably double in size by the time it actually makes it way into the story!

Bily chapter ????????? Sneak peak

Tw: Ed stuff,

Jungkook barely keeps you from checking the calorie information on the back of the box, swiping it from the counter and holding it out of reach. With both his hands above his head he’s easily got two feet over you, you hop, trying to rip it out of his hands,  "Come on- I only want to check-"

"Nope, not happening, i know what you're gonna do, and i know it's gonna make you feel guilty. These are guilt free calories because i love you and i want you to eat this."

You huff, frustrated, reaching up to try and get it from him, hopping on the chair and moving to reach for it. Your whole body ends up pressed against jungkook's, warm and sweet smelling tinged with despair. "Give it here-"

"No, you promised me if i let you come on that walk that you'd actually eat enough today!" you're close enough that if he looked down he'd be able to see your clevage, not only that but that's not his favorite part of you. instead, he turns, biting a little at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. not hard, but enough for you to feel it.

"Jungkook!" yoongi scolds as you step back, startled, your cheek pink. two perfect half circles on your shoulder in the shape of jungkook's mouth.

"You bit me" you look crushed, the epitome of offended as you pull away. "why did you do that"

"cuz you wheren't listening." jungkook holds tight around your waist, keeping you in place. huh, thats strange, namjoon can't help but lean back, watching the two of you.

in terms of hierarchy in the pack, jungkook has always been somewhat at the very bottom, seeing him act that way with you- you look like pups fighting on the playground, and jungkook's grinning trumphantly like he's won his spot higher than you.

"jungkook! you can't just bite people when they don't agree with you"

"why not? you guys do that all the time with me"

you pout, holding your shoulder but in all honestly the bite has the desired effect, and you sit down, eyeing the plate with trepidation, but not nearly as much guilt as before. your head is all hazy, all enswathed with soft honey, soft kookie, kookie goodness.

your voice is trenched in pout, "if it will make you happy, i'll eat it." he nods, and the others hake their head, perplexed that the fight disipated as quickly as it came.

jin raises an eyebrow, eyeing the two of you, adorable as you are playing your mock fights and mock definitions of heirarchy. To jin it's cute that the softest pups think it matters who bites who. "Does 'i bit it so it's mine' apply to people too?"

"Yes" jungkook answers, happy as you actually nibble at the food in front of you. Satisfied, he sits opposite and starts eating too.

It is June finally, summer polishing it's restless claws, and you are dying.

You didn't love me at first, and i was alright with that. i remember back when there were bunkbeds in the middle room, and you'd sit on top where my sister slept, how i'd climb up the ladder just to look at you. you where always so good, so quieht and invisible when you'd hunt in the autumn leaves, delicate paws that have now started to curl with arthritis and age.

i remember the first time you bit me and i didn't tell mom, because i thought she'd get mad at you and think you weren’t worth petting, and I didn’t want her not to touch you.

she didn't get mad. But she did notice my bloody hand clutched to my chest. “It’s not that bad,” It was never too bad, for me to keep trying with you. you've lived in my house for 21 years now.

i wish you'd let me clip your claws, but somehow that feels like something you wouldn't want on principle. You were always so quick to use them whenever someone reached down to pet you that you didn't like. hissing and biting were your language the way you told my family and me /no/ before i had the experience to know how important that was. How essential it was to say the word /no/.

I learned. Oh, how I /learned/ from you.

My family likes to joke that i'm still the only one out of them that knows how to set healthy boundaries, i can't have learned it from my parents. The way i see it, it has to be from you. You taught me how to fight tooth and claw for what i know i need. You taught me that there is always room to be loved better, always a reason to teach the people who love you how to love you in ways that won't hurt.

and although it hurts now, i think it's just because the love i have for you has no were to go, now that i know that you're dying.

i still remember the first night you really /asked/ me to pet you. the first time you asked for more than the occasional chin rub (those are still your favorite) i was 16, and spending alot of time in my room because the stalking had gotten particularly bad. you were always in my room too- because it was always soft and quiet- the same room i write from now. where underneath you are dying beneath the porch (i won't be cruel and try to move you if thats where you've chosen to rest, i know how to respect what you want now, you taught me so well!).

The same room you died in, because you couldn’t stand it, how I kept trying to bring you back to my room.

The first time i pet you because you wanted it, i had a bottle of benedryl and two bottles of advil on my bedside table and i knew that taking them would make my organs fail. God, i was sitting on the edge of that single bed and sobbing. Ready to go. Ready to end it,

And then you started circling my heals and /meowing/ at me. the cat who never wanted to be touched hopped up on my bed, wormed its way between my knees and started nudging at my hands and purring. begging for touches that i barely knew how to give.

i was sobbing too hard to see, but i could feel you purring against my fingertips. Maybe you knew, animals have a 6th sense about things. but i don't think i knew how much i needed to not feel alone right then. i think you stopped me from taking them, i don't know if it would have killed me.

You stopped purring 3 days ago.

I’m convinced You saved my life regardless, it’s a pity that there’s nothing I can do to save yours now.

i didn't feel alone after that, and i suspect i won't feel alone until your body is cold and you're gone. i suspect it will be hours now, i'll check on you again before i go to sleep and once more before that, after i'm done writing this.

later in life, you got softer. kinder, less likely to swat and attack, i think maybe you realized that you actually liked me a little or at the very least you knew i was hurting and needed love too. We made up for lost time you and I.

i started to pet you a little longer, even though you were hairy and thick furred and tended to get orange hair on everything. in the winter i'd sit by the fire and pet you until i had enough fur to felt a hat with, and in the summer, you'd tollerate sweaty nudges of my fingers. i always pet you more in wintertime, you always hated the cold. I got up and closed the window, just before you died.

i always gave you one more pet after i thought i was too tired to give you anymore if you didn't walk away from me first, one more. just one more. I used to say, just one more so that when she dies I’ll know I gave her all the love I could and then some.

That was a lie, I have so much love for you left and when you die there will be no where for it to go. I should have given you double, or triple the love I did.

i really hoped, this last winter, that you'd make it to see the summer, just because then you'd be more comfortable, and maybe you could go back to watching the chiptmunks in the garden. Your days of chasing them long over. maybe i should feel happy, you got to see the spring. it's june now, 7 days shy of summer, and i know it's your time to go.

i just want to say thank you, thank you for being my friend, thank you for being my cat. if i'm allowed one more lifetime, i'd like to spend it with you <3 you where the best cat ever.

i promise i'll listen and learn to love you just as well next time <3