︎ ︎ ︎ ✱͟ ݁ ︎ ‎‎‎ ︎𝑖𝙻̲ ‎ ‎‎‎ ◞ 𝕾ᴬ̳𝐍†𝐎 . ࿔

⠀⠀ ᤳ ༢ ⠀a⠀𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔 ⠀ ܢ 𝐩a͇ᵀᴴ⠀⠀ ༣ 𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉౿d⠀⠀₊⠀𝖎𝖓
⠀ ⠀⠀†ℎ𝑒⠀⠀冫 ⠀🏎️◞⠀ 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝒻𝛼𝑐𝜀⠀⠀𒀭⠀ׄ ⠀ ⠀࿐ ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀𝙴𝚅𝔦𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ⠀ ᝬ⠀⠀𝓁e͜f︢t⠀ ◌𝐧 ⠀ 𝗽͢𝗎𝙧𝗽𝗼𝙨𝗲⠀ ៹

[︎ ︎ ︎ ✱͟ ݁ ︎ ‎‎‎ ︎𝑖𝙻̲ ‎ ‎‎‎ ◞ 𝕾ᴬ̳𝐍†𝐎 . ࿔ @gridIined]

⠀⠀ 𒀭　ׄ⠀⠀⠀ 𝒷𝖚t ⠀⠀ 𝐢 ⠀⠀ ᵃ͜𝒍𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼　𝙠𝓃𝑒w
⠀ 🏁 ⠀𝐢𝘯 ⠀⠀⠀ 𝓉𝙝͟𝙚 ⠀⠀⠀ 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝓃𝜎 𝗼𝗻𝑒 ⠀
𝘸𝖺𝙨 ⠀⠀#𝐜𝐨𝐦͜𝐢͡𝐧𝐠 　t�� ̵𝙨̵𝙖̵𝙫̵𝙚̵ 𝖒͟𝖊 ៹

[︎ ︎ ︎ ✱͟ ݁ ︎ ‎‎‎ ︎𝑖𝙻̲ ‎ ‎‎‎ ◞ 𝕾ᴬ̳𝐍†𝐎 . ࿔ @gridIined]

@DRACONEMS ╱ ALYRIA??? WHAT THE HELL

[︎ ︎ ︎ ✱͟ ݁ ︎ ‎‎‎ ︎𝑖𝙻̲ ‎ ‎‎‎ ◞ 𝕾ᴬ̳𝐍†𝐎 . ࿔ @gridIined]

╱ vminkook polyamory ship when

[︎ ︎ ︎ ✱͟ ݁ ︎ ‎‎‎ ︎𝑖𝙻̲ ‎ ‎‎‎ ◞ 𝕾ᴬ̳𝐍†𝐎 . ࿔ @gridIined]

@OCEANSBLESSlNG ╱ this is a bait post for you specifically so thank you for doing what i wanted … now we need a tae

[︎ ︎ ︎ ✱͟ ݁ ︎ ‎‎‎ ︎𝑖𝙻̲ ‎ ‎‎‎ ◞ 𝕾ᴬ̳𝐍†𝐎 . ࿔ @gridIined]

idly does he burrow further against the thighs offering him support.

“you know i like when it’s stuck in your throat … when i’m with you everywhere that you go.”

[︎ ︎ ︎ ✱͟ ݁ ︎ ‎‎‎ ︎𝑖𝙻̲ ‎ ‎‎‎ ◞ 𝕾ᴬ̳𝐍†𝐎 . ࿔ @gridIined]

something low and tight coiled in his gut, a recognition that made his amusement palpable, even as his pulse kicked harder beneath those fingertips. the weight of her stare settled over him like a hand pressed

[𝒶 ‍ ‍ 𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔫'𝔰 ‍ ‍ 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩. @OCEANSBLESSlNG]

it was always a silent tango between the two of them —— unspoken words, intense stares that lingered too long to be called stolen glances. at first sight , one would have guessed they'd be a horrible match, too complimentary, too alike to blend together so seamlessly, or even

[︎ ︎ ︎ ✱͟ ݁ ︎ ‎‎‎ ︎𝑖𝙻̲ ‎ ‎‎‎ ◞ 𝕾ᴬ̳𝐍†𝐎 . ࿔ @gridIined]

enough to catch the pad of haejin’s digit between his teeth. a quick, sharp nip given.

“you don’t expect me on suppressants like some omega bitch, do you? fuck that shit.”

[︎ ︎ ︎ ✱͟ ݁ ︎ ‎‎‎ ︎𝑖𝙻̲ ‎ ‎‎‎ ◞ 𝕾ᴬ̳𝐍†𝐎 . ࿔ @gridIined]

“and don’t start with that hyung shit, haejin. i’m too tired to let you piss me off.”

[︎ ︎ ︎ ✱͟ ݁ ︎ ‎‎‎ ︎𝑖𝙻̲ ‎ ‎‎‎ ◞ 𝕾ᴬ̳𝐍†𝐎 . ࿔ @gridIined]

familiar weight of the hand in his hair pulled a low sound from deep in the alpha’s chest, half groan, half surrender, the kind that remained caged behind his teeth, yet threatened open-mouthed expression. his

[𝒶 ‍ ‍ 𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔫'𝔰 ‍ ‍ 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩. @OCEANSBLESSlNG]

lazy gaze slowly pulled away from the small screen of his phone, dragged downwards towards the source of the voice ——- smooth like butter, warm and deep. a barely noticeable huff indicated his slight amusement, accentuated by the curl at the

[︎ ︎ ︎ ✱͟ ݁ ︎ ‎‎‎ ︎𝑖𝙻̲ ‎ ‎‎‎ ◞ 𝕾ᴬ̳𝐍†𝐎 . ࿔ @gridIined]

his own hand came up, inked and veiny, not to push the grip away but to rest over the wrist at his throat, thumb tracing the delicate bones there in idle counterpoint.

[︎ ︎ ︎ ✱͟ ݁ ︎ ‎‎‎ ︎𝑖𝙻̲ ‎ ‎‎‎ ◞ 𝕾ᴬ̳𝐍†𝐎 . ࿔ @gridIined]

scrutinized that pretty face from below. distractedly would he flit a tongue along the silver at his lip, humming thoughtfully. “hands. do something with them. in my hair, preferably.”

[︎ ︎ ︎ ✱͟ ݁ ︎ ‎‎‎ ︎𝑖𝙻̲ ‎ ‎‎‎ ◞ 𝕾ᴬ̳𝐍†𝐎 . ࿔ @gridIined]

he had been in a hundred cockpits, a thousand hotel beds, and nowhere in any of them did he unspool as he did with a head in @OCEANSBLESSlNG’s lap. tipping his chin upward, lashes fluttering as he