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TOTW Ch 8

𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗈𝗍𝟩 𝗑 𝗈𝖼!𝗁𝗒𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖭𝖢-𝟣𝟪 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾/𝖺𝗎: 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖠𝖴, 𝖧𝗒𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽 𝖠𝖴, 𝖭𝗈𝗇-𝖨𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖠𝖴 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖨𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖣𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖳𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝖴𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝖾𝗑, 𝖠𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝖠𝗌𝗌 𝖤𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖠𝗅𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖺!𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗃𝗂𝗇, 𝖯𝗂𝖾𝖽-𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖳𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝖲𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖾!𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂, 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇!𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇!𝖧𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄, 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇!𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇, 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇!𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗈!𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝖰𝗎𝗈𝗅𝗅!𝖮𝖢 𝗐𝖼: 𝟫.2𝖪

"What a blessing to be loved by you." - Chaos

a/n: for those of you who are not aware or have come to the party late...the rating for this story has changed to NC-18 because there will be more explicit sex scenes between the members. It won't happen often 'cause that isn't what this story is about. With that said, for those of you who came for the fluff, I will make it a point to mark where the smut will start and where it ends. Also, a little fun note, the song that Imani sings in this chapter is a song I wrote and sing to my own children at bedtime.

a/n 2: i have a few shout out that need to happen 'cause without these people, this chapter would not have happened. @namjinsmoonchile as always for being such a wonderful beta! @vvh0adie 'cause they gave me a handful of idea to work with for this story. the photoshoot is just one idea. and for the guy's style thank you @raplinenthusiasts for your wonderful flower boys gifset. and shoutout to @cafekitsune for sharing their divider templet.

taglist: @vvh0adie @quirkybtsarmy @elliedearest

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The scent of sesame oil is thick in the air. It pulls Yoongi from his sleep and his tongue flicks in the air as he rubs at his eyes. His face is puffy from sleep, eyes are swollen and there is a sliver of dried drool crusted on his chin. Yawning, Yoongi groans when his head starts to pound, from the back of his neck to the front of his forehead. Reaching for his phone, Yoongi squints as the screen's brightness makes his stomach roll with nausea.

Soggy laundry, long forgotten in the rain creeps down two sets of steps and from the kitchen, Jungkook’s ears flick around his head.

“Yoongi doesn’t feel good,” Jungkook informs Hoseok, who is cooking at the stove.

Hoseok looks over at the calendar that’s on the fridge and nods his head. “It’s his week to drain his venom. He’ll be out of work for two days. Wake Namjoon up and have him go help Yoongi.”

Jungkook quickly stands from the island, leaving the cut up fruit on the cutting board before he washes his hands in the sink. Jungkook jogs up the first flight of steps and heads to Namjoon and Hoseok’s shared bedroom. He pushes open the door and Namjoon is sleeping on his back, snoring away. Carefully, Jungkook walks over to Namjoon’s side of the bed and shakes his shoulder.

“Hyung.” Jungkook shakes Namjoon’s shoulder a little harder. “Namjoonie, hyung?”

Namjoon snorts and chokes, waking up with a stuttered breath as he stares up at Jungkook through blurry eyes. Jungkook’s nose scrunches as he coos at the older man and carefully hands Namjoon the glasses that are sitting on his nightstand.

“Yoongi has to pump his fangs.”

It takes a few short moments for Jungkook’s words to process in Namjoon’s sleepy mind and when they click, he rolls out of bed and nearly crashes into the door frame. Jungkook laughs and shakes his head.

“Put your glasses on, Joon.”

Namjoon shoves his glasses onto his face and mumbles a quick thanks to Jungkook before he stumbles out of his room to go help Yoongi. Jungkook makes his way back to the kitchen on the floor below to help Hoseok finish up with breakfast.

The unpleasant scent of Yoongi’s discomfort woke Seokjin up and he heard Namjoon’s heavy steps, stomping up the stairs. He has no need to worry about Yoongi, the snake hybrid is in good hands with Namjoon. Sitting up in his bed, Seokjin stretches his arms up, over his head with a loud yawn. The clock on the wall reads six thirty and Seokjin scratches the back of his head.

He can hear Jungkook and Hoseok's voices from the levels below. He can’t make out what they are saying, but he knows it’s them. Yoongi and Namjoon’s voices are light and unclear as well. There is no movement from the soulmate’s room or Imani’s room. Rolling his shoulders, Seokjin pushes himself out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom to wash his face and rinse his mouth to get rid of the fuzziness on his tongue. In the hallway, Yoongi’s discomfort is nearly suffocating and Seokjin makes a mental note to crack the windows and run the air purifiers. The last thing he wants is for Imani to wake up and panic about Yoongi. He doesn’t want her to shift from fear or worry.

In the bathroom, he washes up, clearing his face of any trace of sleep and runs a brush through his bed head. Using the toilet, Seokjin’s ears twitch on his head when he hears footsteps on the stairs. Flushing the toilet and washing his hands, Seokjin exits the bathroom and heads out into the nesting room. Jungkook’s tan tail is the first thing that he sees from the open door of the fridge.

“Mornin’ Kook,” Seokjin greets with a yawn and Jungkook looks over his shoulder with a smile on his face.

“Mornin!”

“Does Hobah need help with breakfast?”

“No, we got it. Did you check on Yoongi and Namjoon?”

Seokjin shakes his head, “No need to. They got it.”

Jungkook nods his head and Seokjin watches as the kangaroo hybrid grabs five banana milks and three strawberry milks. Seokjin raises an eyebrow and Jungkook makes a face as he shuts the fridge door with his tail. Jungkook disappears down the steps, leaving Seokjin alone and he sighs. Maybe he should get himself ready for the day while Imani is still sleeping. Seokjin glances at the tv and smiles to himself. A better idea is to get a light workout in before Imani wakes up and then he can get himself ready.

Imani watches from the nest as Namjoon comes from Yoongi’s room with four glass jars filled with a murky opaque liquid. Yoongi’s door wasn’t open very long but the musty scent of mildew is strong and it makes the ears on Imani’s head lay flat. Bluey is playing on the tv and Imani has no interest in it. As much as he wanted to cancel his house calls, Seokjin is working today, so Hoseok is in charge of Imani’s care. From the scents in the house, Imani knows that it’s just Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok and herself in the house. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung all went to the gym together to blow off their excitement, now that Imani is officially a part of their park. She hasn’t seen Yoongi all morning and it makes her feel sad. Namjoon sets the jars on the counter and pushes them closer to the wall so that they aren’t on the edge before he leaves the kitchenette, typing away on his phone.

Namjoon glances at Imani and smiles, “You okay, pup?”

Imani nods her head and Namjoon squats down at the edge of the nest, “Hobi will make lunch in a little bit. He had to handle something in the salon and will be right back. I have to make a phone call for work…do you want a snack or juice?”

“You go work?”

Namjoon nods his head slowly and watches as Imani’s ears twitch on her head. Hoseok gave her a very simple hairstyle today; the bun from yesterday is still on top of her head and the bubble braid in the back is now wrapped into a bun as well. Namjoon reaches down and scratches behind Imani’s right ear before he pinches her cheek softly.

“I’ll bring you some snacks and a juice box.”

Namjoon makes quick work of filling a sectioned snack box with grapes, strawberries, dakgogi-gimbap cut up into smaller pieces, dubu-ganjangjorim, soy sauce crackers, a handful of honey butter chips, and two coco pies with a peach Milkis. He places the lid on top and carries it over to the nest.

“Hobi will be up soon. Stay in the nest or play in your room.”

Namjoon kisses the top of Imani’s head and places the snack box down on the ledge. As he walks away, Imani stares at the tv and her tail curls around her waist. She waits until she hears the door to Namjoon’s office close before she stands up and crawls out of the nest. She lifts the snack box up and her tail wraps around the Milikis can. Taking slow and careful steps forward, Imani heads towards the stairway that leads to Yoongi’s room at the very top of the house. Standing in front of his bedroom door, Imani cranes her head back to look at the closed door. She cannot smell anything coming from Yoongi’s room and she rocks on the balls of her feet.

“Yoonie?” Imani’s voice is soft as she calls his name. “Yoonie, you play wit me?”

Setting the snack box on the ground, Imani reaches out for the door handle and twists the door open. The moment the door cracks open, Imani is assaulted by the strong stench of mildew and her ears press firmly against her head making her whimper. From his bed, Yoongi’s eyes snap open at the sound of distress and as he sits up he sees Imani standing in his doorway.

“Pup?” Yoongi’s voice is gruff with sleep and he winces in pain. It hurts to talk, his gums are swollen and inflamed from pumping his fangs. Even though his snake breed is not venomous, he still produces a false venom because his father is a viper hybrid while his mom is a pied-bellied shieldtail. He squints to focus his vision, not having it in him to wear his glasses because of his headache. Imani is there alone in a white short sleeved shirt that has a rounded collar and light pink overwalls with tiny cherries and wildflowers on it. She has pink socks on her feet with lace ruffles on the top and Yoongi thinks she looks like the sweetest pup ever.

“Are you okay? What are you doing up here alone?” Yoongi pushes himself to slip out of bed and he waddles over to Imani. He squats down to her height and Imani whimpers as she throws herself into his arms. Immediately she starts to nuzzle her nose into his scent gland as she wraps her little arms around the back of his neck. Yoongi huffs as she knocks into him but he holds her close nonetheless.

His tongue flicks out and he doesn’t smell anyone down below on the nesting floor. Frowning, Yoongi grabs the snack box that is by his feet and he notices that Imani is holding a drink with her tail. Carefully, he stands while supporting Imani in his left arm while he holds the snack box in his right hand. He kicks his door closed with his foot and forgets to push the door scent blocker flush against the bottom of the door. His bare feet paddle across the light hardwood floor. Yoongi easily crawls onto his futon style bed and settles up by his pillows. Imani wiggles in his lap and sits with her back pressed against his stomach and chest.

“Yoonie, you sick?”

“A little bit.”

Yoongi looks down at Imani as she grabs the drink from her tail and places it in his hand.

“Were…were you worried about me, pup?”

Imani tries to open the can herself but her fingers can’t get a good grip of the tab. Silently, Yoongi opens the can and Imani’s tail flicks against his wrist.

“You want me to drink it?”

Nodding her head as she crawls out of the snake hybrid’s lap, she turns around on her knees and narrows her eyes. Her little hand is cool as she presses it against his forehead. A frown pulls Imani’s lips downwards and her ears once again press against her head.

“I take care of you! Mommy showed me!”

Imani’s tail flicks at Yoongi’s wrist again and he slowly takes a sip of the drink. He isn’t a huge fan of peach Milkis but the cold temperature is a welcoming relief to his sore gums. While Yoongi drinks, Imani turns around and focuses on the snack box. She opens it up and bites the stems off the tops of the strawberries before she hands one to Yoongi. Yoongi’s heart pounds in his chest happily at the display of affection and he eats the strawberry with a smile on his face. A little of its juice leaks from the corner of his mouth and Imani wipes at his face with her hand.

“You eat some too,” Yoongi orders lightly as he picks up a piece of pan fried tofu and holds it up to Imani’s mouth. They go back and forth feeding each other and in between bites, Imani’s tail wraps around Yoongi’s wrist to scent him. The pain in Yoongi’s gums is soothed by the chilled food and his headache isn’t as bad as it was when Imani first came to his room. Yoongi blinks slowly and Imani is staring up at him with large wide eyes.

“You sleep now?”

Imani pushes the snack box away from them and pushes on Yoongi’s chest until he lays back in bed. His head hits the pillow and Imani crawls up on the pillows until she can lay horizontally with her back pressed into the wall and her stomach squished against the top of Yoongi’s head. Yoongi says nothing as Imani’s tail curls around his throat, brushing against his scent glands while she pets the top of his head. Freshly picked sunflowers at the peak of their prime flood Yoongi’s nose and his body relaxes easily. His eyes feel heavy and he hisses softly when the tip of Imani’s tail grazes the lobe of his ear. It tickles and feels weird, makes his scales itch.

“I sing, kay? Mommy sings lots and I feel better.”

“I would like that,” Yoongi murmurs as he yawns and sinks deeper into his mattress.

Hey brown eyes

Why you crying?

Hey brown eyes

The moon is shining

Hey brown eyes

Everything’s gonna be alwight

Yoongi’s eyes furrow as Imani starts to sing. Her voice is quiet and low as she sings softly. The lyrics don’t sound familiar and he can’t recall any disney song that has a slow jazz tempo.

Hey brown eyes

Why you crying?

Hey brown eyes

I’m always gonna be here

Hey brown eyes

Everything’s gonna be alwight

As Imani continues to sing, Yoongi fights his sleep. He wants to know what song Imani is singing but nothing is coming to mind.

Hey brown eyes

The moon is shining

Hey brown eyes

It’s time to say goonight

Hey brown eyes

Everything’s gonna be alwight

A beat plays in Yoongi’s mind and he finds himself smiling. He still doesn’t recognize the song but the soothing and tender touch of a mother’s love settles in his heart. He makes a mental note to search for the song when he wakes up and drifts to sleep with the warmth of Imani’s lips pressing to his temple. Imani yawns and rubs at her eyes before she curls her body tighter around Yoongi’s head and presses her nose against his temple. She tucks her hands in between her stomach and Yoongi’s head. Her eyes flutter a few times and she falls asleep with Yoongi’s pulse beating under her tail.

In the elevator, Hoseok sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He really did not want to see any part of the salon today but when one of his employees texted him about an unscheduled drop off, he had to go down and help. The shipment was an order that he placed for products that he could use for Imani. Kinky Curly, Mielle Organics, and Tgin were a few of the brands that he had looked into and completely forgot that the order was due for delivery today. On top of that there was a irate client that wasn’t pleased to learn of Hoseok’s new schedule and she just so happened to come by while he was in the salon.

The elevator opens the nesting floor and the first thing Hoseok notices is the lack of noise. The tv is on but there is a lack of giggling or singing along. Hoseok steps out of the elevator and walks over to the nest. Imani isn’t sitting in the middle but there are a few pillows and blankets out of place. Hoseok recalls the text from Namjoon about having to make a phone call and he smiles. How sweet of Namjoon to take Imani to his office while he works. Wanting to give Namjoon a break, Hoseok walks down the steps to the floor below and heads to Namjoon and Yoongi’s shared office.

Tugging his pants up higher on his waist, Hoseok knocks gently on the closed office door and he hears Namjoon call for him to come in. Hoseok opens the door and pokes his head in with a smile on his face. Namjoon is sitting behind the desk, typing away on the desktop and he glances at Hoseok confused.

“Did you need something, babe?”

“I came to get Imani.”

Namjoon stops typing and pushes the glasses up farther on the bridge of his nose.

“She’s not hiding in here.”

“What?” Hoseok is looking at Namjoon with furrowed eyebrows and the smile on his face is gone. “Joon…where’s the baby?”

It’s Namjoon’s turn to furrow his eyebrows and frown at Hoseok, “How would I know? I’ve been on the phone this whole time…are you not playing hide and seek?”

“What?” Hoseok shakes his head. “Who said anything about hide and seek?” Hoseok steps into the office and looks around. “Namjoon, seriously, stop kidding around. Where’s Imani?”

Namjoon stands from his desk and walks over to Hoseok with his palm raised outwards at his chest. “Hobi, Imani isn't here with me.”

Hoseok’s eyes widen and he grabs onto the door frame to catch himself as he knees buckle. Namjoon is quick to wrap his arms around Hoseok’s waist and he holds him close.

“Hey, it’s okay. She probably is taking a nap in her room. Did you check there?” Hoseok shakes his head and Namjoon kisses his forehead. “Come on, we can check together.”

Together, Namjoon and Hoseok walk up the steps and head right to Imani’s room. Her bed is empty, the knitted blanket with her initials in the corner is hanging off the neatly made bed. The pile of stuffed animals is stacked in the corner of the room and there are no signs that Imani has played in her room at all today. Hoseok turns to Namjoon with wide eyes and Namjoon is speechless. His lips press into a firm line and he runs a hand through his hair.

“Let’s split up and search for her, okay? She didn’t leave the house or the alarm would have sounded. We’ll check all the rooms first. She could just be missing the guys and fell asleep in their rooms.”

Hoseok nods his head in agreement and they check the rooms. They check every small space that Imani’s shifted form could fit in case she shifted without them knowing. While searching for Imani, the three youngest of the pack come back and Hoseok is close to tears.

“What��s wrong?” Jimin questions as Jungkook throws a hand over his nose and mouth.

Hoseok rushes up to Jungkook and grabs onto his arm, “D-Do you smell Imani? I-Is she in the house?”

“Where else would she be?” Taehyung looks at Namjoon from over Hoseok’s shoulder with a raised eyeball.

“What is going on?” Jimin tires again and Namjoon sighs as he rubs a hand down his face.

“We can’t find Imani and we’ve searched the whole house.” Namjoon admits and Jungkook’s nose twitches in amusement. He feels bad at seeing his packmates so upset but he can’t help but tease them a little.

“You checked everywhere?” Jungkook looks between Hoseok and Namjoon who both nod their heads. “Are you sure?” Again they both nod their heads and Jungkook breathes in deeply. “She’s still in the house-”

Before Jungkook can elaborate, Namjoon’s eyes widen and he grabs Hoseok’s hand, “Yoongi’s room!”

Five sets of feet run up four flights of steps, all huffing as they stand outside of Yoongi’s bedroom door. Hoseok opens the door quietly and he squints into the darkness, seeing that the skylights on the ceiling are covered up.

“I can’t see anything,” Hoseok whispers and Jungkook shoves his way to the front. Sunflowers, standing tall and proud behind a freshly washed load of clothes, hung and drying in a warm summer breeze. Jungkook smiles and creeps towards the bed with the guys behind him, following his every footstep. As their eyes adjust to the poor lighting in Yoongi’s room, they see that Yoongi is sound asleep in his bed and the weight that holds Hoseok’s heart in a vine like vince loosens. Imani is lying on the same pillow as Yoongi upside down and curled around his head. They are facing each other with a few centimeters between their noses. Imani’s tail is draped across Yoongi’s neck and Imani has taken Yoongi’s left pinkie hostage in her right hand.

Taehyung digs in his pocket and grabs his phone, pushing Jungkook out of the way to get a photo of the two slumbering hybrids. The flash goes off and Jimin slaps at Taehyung’s arm as they all quickly rush out of the room. Jungkook giggles and pulls the door shut behind them.

“Hyung smells a lot better than he did in the morning.”

As they all walk down the steps, they sit around in the kitchenette while Hoseok grabs snacks for everyone. “Does he?” Namjoon asks through a mouth full of kimchi.

Jungkooks nods his head and glances at the glass jars on the counter. “Are you sending one to the doctor to check?”

“We have to, Kook. It’s not that far from Jimin’s studio, so he can drop it off when he goes to work.”

“It’s been years,” Jimin sighs. “Do you really think Yoongi would become venomous now?”

“You never know, Minie,” Taehyung swallows down his food and licks his lips. “Since Yoongi’s father is venomous, the gene is there in his DNA. It’s just dormant and from my understanding until he turns forty, the gene has the possibility to awaken.”

“I’m sure Yoongi will be fine. Even if he were to become venomous, he wouldn’t hurt anyone.” Hoseok points out and everyone agrees.

“Hyung has great self control even during his ruts he has never hurt us.” Namjoon agrees with Jimin as he continues to eat his pre-lunch snack.

“Just make sure you take a jar with you on your way to work tomorrow, okay?” Namjoon jerks his thumb over his shoulder to point at the jars and Jimin nods his head.

Taehyung sits at the desk in his room with papers hanging in front of him on a thin wire. Different dress designs stare back at him with tiny scraps of fabric paperclipped to the sides in different colors. They have yet to sit down as a pack and fully discuss how they would like to introduce Imani to the rest of their friends and family. Taehyung knows that no matter what, Imani will look her best in a dress designed just for her by his own hands. Personally, Taehyung thinks it would be fun to do a family photoshoot and print up greeting cards to send out. He already has outfit ideas tucked away in one of the drawers of his desk for each member of the pack, depending on what style they choose to go with.

“Tae?”

Jimin’s voice calls from the bed and Taehyung turns in his seat so that he can see his lover better. Jimin is lying on his stomach, the bedding is a mess and just a sheet covers Jimin’s lower half. His bareback is uncovered, littered in hickies and the swell of his butt peeks out from the sheet making Taehyung gulp. Jimin glances at the clock on the nightstand and sees that it is only four in the morning.

“What are you still doing up?” Jimin’s lips poke out into a pout as he rubs at his right eye with his fist. “Come back to bed.” The command is whiny as Jimin yawns and holds himself up with his elbows.

Taehyung’s lips pull upward into a fond smile, his eyes soften and he stares at Jimin. “A few more moments, my love. I am almost finished, go back to sleep.”

Jimin does not like that answer and runs his tongue over the front of his teeth. Not breaking eye contact, Jimin shifts into an upward facing dog before he pulls his legs closer to his chest into a cat-cow position. The sheet slips off his body and exposes his nude lower half to Taehyung’s wide eyes. Jimin smiles, his eyes teasing as he slides forward with his arms extended into a child’s pose with his butt on full display. Taehyung gulps, feeling himself chub up at the sight of his lover’s body. He glances at the sketches beside him and clicks his tongue, he can always work on his ideas another time.

“You didn’t get enough earlier, my soul?” Taehyung’s voice drips with lust, his eyes dark as he drinks in the wonder that is Jimin’s body.

Laying himself flat on the bed, Jimin peeks over his shoulder, his cheek flushed with color as he shakes his head. Taehyung clicks his tongue and stands from his seat. His chest is bare and he only wears a loose pair of tan sleep pants. Pushing the soft material down his legs, Taehyung steps out of them as they pool at his ankles and makes his way over to the bed.

“Should I put you to sleep?” Taehyung teases as he crawls onto the bed and Jimin murmurs a breathy ‘yes’ as Taehyung’s large hands slide up the back of his legs. Warm lips press wet kisses from the back of Jimin’s knee up to the plump roundness of his butt. Taehyung’s teeth sink into the tender flesh and Jimin moans, goosebumps rising on his skin as the pleasure-pain spreads from his butt and up his spine.

“T-Tae! Don’t tease, I’m sleepy.” Jimin whines as a shiver creeps up his shoulders from the weight of Taehyung settling on top of his legs.

“Shhh, go to sleep.” Taehyung presses his lips to Jimin’s temple and reaches down to grab hold of himself. He angles his hips and pushes forward, the tip of his dick spreading Jimin butt and catching on the puckered entrance. Jimin whines as Taehyung starts to smear his precum around the entrance and Taehyung chuckles as he bites his bottom lip. “Easy, my soul. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Want you now, Tae!” Jimin demands and Taehyung nods his head, not able to deny his soulmate anything.

Sliding his hand farther down his shaft, Taehyung pushes forward and grunts as Jimin’s ass sucks him in greedily. Jimin’s body trembles, his walls soft as velvet and wet with lube and spit from before. Taehyung’s hips press firmly against Jimin’s ass and Jimin’s back arches slightly.

“No, no, handsome. You relax, let me do the work.” Taehyung starts to grind his pelvis into Jimin’s ass, the tip of his dick presses against Jimin’s prostate and massages it sweetly and Taehyung slowly starts to work up a steady rhythm. His hips pull back and slam back down, the sound of skin on skin, slapping against each other. Jimin’s ass ripples from each thrust of Taehyung’s hips. His moans are muffle by the pillow that he bites down on and Taehyung’s arms cage around Jimin’s head as he fucks into his lover deeply.

“T-Tae!” Jimin’s moans as he stomach clenches and Taehyung bends his knees, pressing into Jimin deeper as he pulls away from Jimin’s back. Resting his hands on the small of Jimin’s back, his thumbs sink into the dimples and Jimin cries as Taehyung starts to fuck him in earnest.

“Too much?” Taehyung teases as he slows his thrusts, dropping his head downward so that he can see the way Jimin’s ass bounces.

“M-More, please! Tae, m-more!” Jimin begs, tears blurring his vision as the waves of his oncoming pleasure ebb away.

“More? I thought you were tired?”

Taehyung cups Jimin’s ass and spreads his cheeks. He stares down at where Jimin’s puffy hole swallows him whole and he lets saliva gather in his mouth. He spits lazily and watches as the glob falls down and lands in Jimin’s gaping hole just as Taehyung pulls all the way out. Sliding down, Taehyung settles between Jimin’s legs, his face above Jimin’s ass, still spread for his viewing pleasure. Before Jimin can whine, Taehyung dives forward and licks into the warm, puffy hole. He massages the swollen walls with his tongue, drooling and making a mess while Jimin moans.

Licking down to Jimin’s balls, Taehyung sucks one into his mouth and Jimin’s body jackknifes, his left foot kicking Taehyung in the thigh. Pulling away with a loud smacking sound, Taehyung tongues at Jimin’s balls and grabs his ass with his hands. His fingers sneak towards the puffy ring of muscle and it’s an easy slip inside. Two fingers, his index and middle, both equal long, start to curl and press against Jimin’s tightening walls.

“That’s it baby. Such pretty sounds you make for me.” Taehyung nips at the fat of Jimin's ass and soothes the bitten skin with soft kisses and even softer licks of his tongue. He climbs back up the bed and spreads Jimin’s left ass cheek while holding his hole open with his two fingers before he thrusts forward and fills him completely.

Jimin comes with a muffled cry and Taehyung smirks. Keeping his fingers inside, he delivers quick and hard thrusts. Jimin’s ass is tinted a rose tone from the force as Taehyung chases his own releases.

“Come on, Minie. I know you can give me one more, right? Gonna cum again, my love?”

Jimin shakes his head as Taehyung chuckles deeply, his lips right by Jimin’s ear.

“Cum again, my love.”

Taehyung nibbles at Jimin’s ear lobe as he fucks into him and Jimin’s walls squeeze around him. Jimin turns his head and catches Taehyung’s lips in a needy kiss. Taehyung moans as he feels Jimin’s pulse rapidly beating and throbbing around his dick. It is a rhythmic song, silent and seductive, that Taehyung dances to. It begs for his release and who is Taehyung to deny such a request. Jimin’s body tells his deepest desires without a single word and Taehyung is a master in the language. Breaking the kiss and pulling out, Taehyung grabs Jimin’s hips and lifts them up, so that Jimin is on his knees. His chest is still resting against the mattress, his head buried in the pillow to muffle his cries and moans.

Grabbing his ass once more, Taehyung spread the cheeks and spits, twice, into the hole before he slips back inside and fucks Jimin deeper still. The new position has the head of Taehyung’s dick kissing Jimin’s prostate repeatedly in rapid succession. The pleasure is overwhelming, toe curling and stomach clenching. Jimin comes without warning and Taehyung tightens his old around Jimin’s waist as he slumps a little from the sudden release.

“Good boy, baby. Such a good boy for me,” Taehyung praises as his stomach starts to clench. His balls pull close to his body and he hisses as he fills Jimin with ropes of his own release. His hips stutter in their movement as he rides out his climax and he huffs out a deep breath.

He carefully pulls out and holds Jimin’s waist lightly as he maneuvers him on the bed. They lay beside each other, out of breath, trying to see straight and silently share their love as they press a tender kiss to each other's lips. Jimin yawns as they pull away and he snuggles into Taehyung’s sweaty chest for a moment before he turns around, wanting to help back to chest. Jimin loves when he is the little spoon.

Wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist, Taehyung presses his face into the moon tattoo on Jimin’s spin and presses light kisses. The skin is flushed, damp with sweat and spit and it makes Taehyung grin.

“I love you.”

Jimin wiggles back into Taehyung’s chest, his butt pressed firmly against his pelvis. “I love you, Tae.”

Taehyung tightens his hold on Jimin and kisses his shoulder before he lets go and rolls over to the nightstand by the bed. He digs around in the drawer and pulls out a pack of wet wipes to clean himself and Jimin with. Carefully he tugs a few out and starts to wipe Jimin clean before he takes care of himself and tosses the soiled wipes in the trash. Grabbing the sheets and blankets that are crumbled near the foot of the bed, Taehyung pulls them up and covers himself and Jimin.

Jimin turns over onto his back and holds his arms out towards Taehyung with a sleepy smile on his face. Silently, Taehyung settles into Jimin’s arms, his face squished against his chest and his left hand resting on his chest. Tucked into Jimin’s chest, with their legs tangled, Taehyung kisses the hollow of Jimin’s throat and snuggles into him. Jimin’s fingers slowly comb through Taehyung’s hair and he lets out a content sigh.

“Let’s go!” Namjoon shouts from the front door. It’s half past eleven in the afternoon and Taehyung scheduled a family photoshoot for everyone. The clothes were already packed up and laid out nicely in the trunk of the cars. They decided that for the photoshoot that it would be nice to do something outside and indoors, so Namjoon found the perfect botanical garden that had a wide variety of flowers and trees, as well as a room that they could turn into a photoset. Everyone comes down the steps with smiles on their faces. Imani is perched in Taehyung’s arms, her little arms wrapped around his neck as she plays with the beaded necklace he wears.

“We don’t want to be late, let’s go.” Namjoon opens the front door and allows for everyone to leave first before he pulls the door shut behind him. He looks at everyone as they pile into the two cars and calls out to Seokjin, “Where’s Imani’s bag?”

Seokjin’s head whips around to Jungkook who is scratching at his ears in embarrassment. “Inside!” Seokjin calls with a roll of his eyes and Namjoon quickly heads back inside the house. He jogs up the steps to the nesting floor and spots the bag sitting on the island. Grabbing the bag, Namjoon double checks it quickly to make sure that everything Imani could possibly need is inside before he slings the bag over his shoulder. Jogging back down the steps and out the front door, Namjoon locks up behind himself and tosses the bag into the maknae car. He jumps into the backseat of the other car and Hoseok smiles.

“Got everything?” Seokjin questions from the passenger seat and Namjoon nods his head.

Yoongi pulls out first and Jimin follows behind with Imani strapped into the backseat with Jungkook. The ride to botanical gardens is filled with laughter, singing and fresh air from the downed windows. The scent of flowers is faint and grows stronger, more earthy as they drive closer to the gardens. Imani watches with wide eyes as flower petals ride the breeze and dive into the open windows. She giggles as one lands in her lap and she picks it up to show Jungkook.

“I caught one!” Imani beams as she waves the petal in Jungkook’s face. He laughs and carefully takes it from her. “I keep?”

“I’ll hold onto it and you can show everyone when we get out.” Imani’s tail wiggles at her side and Jungkook’s nose scrunches up as he laughs. “So cute!” He coos and pets Imani’s head, scratching behind her left ear.

The two cars arrive at the botanical gardens and it takes a little while to find parking. Seokjin takes the emergency bag from Jungkook and waits while Taehyung lifts Imani into his arms. Hoseok grabs the bagged clothing from the trunk and hands it to Jimin before he pinches Imani’s cheek playfully in passing. Keeping Taehyung and Jimin in the center, the others form a barrier around them with Yoongi leading the pack. As the group of eight makes their way into the main building, people stop and stare, mostly at Jungkook’s tail or Seokjin’s ears. Reaching the reception desk, Yoongi talks to the older woman at the counter and she signs them in.

“We have blocked off room thirteen for your use. Your photography team is already inside, setting up.” The older woman politely explains everything to Yoongi and informs him that there is also a member of their staff in the room to escort them from place to place without any issues. All of this is for Imani and Taehyung’s safety. As a fairly well known designer, Taehyung doesn’t want the news of Imani to be leaked before the pack can tell their family and friends.

A stout man with salt and pepper hair comes around the desk and leads the Min pack to room thirteen. He opens the door and bows low before he disappears and Yoongi enters the room first with Namjoon bringing up the rear. There are roughly eighteen people in the room and it looks like half of the room has come right out of a J.R.R Tolkien novel. A tall man with an equally long neck, spots the Min pack and purrs loudly. There is a set of chocolate brown triangle ears that stick out from his black coiffed hair and a matching chocolate brown tail wrapped around his waist.

“Taehyungie!” The man yells as the pack breaks apart and Taehyung grins.

“Seojoon, hyung!” Taehyung beams that wide boxy smile as Seojoon strides over to the pack.

“Good to see you again, Yoongi-ssi, Seokjin-ssi!” Seojoon shakes their hands and the others all say hello before Seojoon’s green eyes settle on the little girl in Taehyung’s arms. Seojoon glances at Yoongi silently asking for permission to speak to the newest member of the Min pack and Yoongi nods his head. “And who is this cutie, Taehyungie?” Seojoon’s tail uncurls from around his waist and sways peacefully behind his back.

Imani, who has hidden her face in Taehyung’s chest, making everyone smile as the ears on top of her head perk up. Taehyung pulls his face away, giving himself a slight double chin to glance down at Imani. He rubs her back soothingly and nuzzles into her hair, which is pulled back into a simple ponytail.

“This little one is Imani.” Taehyung tickles Imani’s side gently and she wiggles in his arms with a giggle. “Would you like to say hello, Imani? Seojoon, is a friend of mine from work.”

Imani turns her head a little, her forehead still pressed into Taehyung’s chest and she stares at Seojoon shyly. Seojoon smiles and waves.

“Hello, Imani. It is very nice to meet you.”

Imani notices the ears on Seojoon’s head and her tail starts to swing with a lazy happiness. “Kitty!”

Seojoon chuckles and nods his head, “Yeah, that’s me. I’m a Havana brown cat. Have you ever seen one before?” Imani shakes her head and Seojoon slowly bends so that he is eye level with Imani. “Would you like to feel my fur? It’s really soft.”

Imani’s eyes widen and she looks over at Seokjin and Yoongi who both nod their heads. Carefully, Imani reaches out and rubs the tip of Seojoon’s ear between her fingers. She giggles and Seojoon smiles.

“You feel mine?” Imani tilts her head and Seojoon’s heart melts at the gesture. Seokjin feels his eyes start to burn and Yoongi rolls his eyes but wraps an arm around Seokjin’s waist tightly, nonetheless. The cat hybrid scratches behind Imani’s ear and she shivers from the warm touch.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Seojoon asks and Imani nods her head once he pulls his hand away. “I think your fur is the softest I have ever felt.”

Imani’s whole face heated up and Taehyung laughed as he felt the new warmth, “Making a four year old blush, the shame!” Taehyung jokes and everyone coos as Imani hides away in Taehyung’s chest once more.

Seojoon turns his attention to the rest of the Min pack and sees that Jimin is holding what looks to be clothing. “Let’s have you all get changed and we’ll do a little hair and makeup before we can start the shoot.”

The guys grumble but Taehyung tells them all to shut up and remember that this is for Imani. Two stylists each take the guys away and Imani is handed off to Seojoon. “Come on little one, let’s look at all the pretty dresses.”

Taehyung might have gone a little overboard with making dresses for Imani, but he didn’t care. The ones that she didn’t pick he could always alter for her to wear at another time. Holding Imani’s hand in his own, Seojoon leads Imani over to two rolling racks that have beautiful and fairy-like dresses in every color of the pastel rainbow. One dress is a soft beige with gold sequins all over the long sleeves with a matching sequin bow that rested in the middle of the waist with a tulle and satin tutu. Another dress is grey-silver with a rounded neckline and sleeveless with a tulle tutu with pink, peach and white tulle flowers scattered on the dress. A grey-silver tulle train falls in the back of the dress with even more flowers attached to it.

A pink mermaid dress with purple and pink tulle bows bunched on the neckline and back of the dress is next followed by a pale yellow lace dress with romantic tulle sleeves and marigolds embroidered along the hem of the tulle skirt. The choices are never ending and Soojeon chuckles to himself as Imani goes through the dresses with sparkling eyes. The men in the pack are all wearing white slacks with different styled white lace shirts made by Taehyung and Seojoon together. So, any dress that Imani picks is going to look stunning when she poses with her pack.

A sky blue satin dress with a beaded bodice has ruffled short sleeves that are meant to hug the arms. Rich floral lace with beads at the waist are followed by a tulle train that hangs from the satin and tulle skirt. The back of the dress is fastened with satin and pearl buttons. Imani’s ears flick and move on her head as she holds the skirt of the dress in her hands. Seojoon squats down and lifts the dress from the rolling rack.

“Do you want to wear this one? You can pick two.”

Imani nods her head quickly and grabs a white satin dress that has puffy short sleeves with iridescent pearls on them. The neckline is an illusion that drops into a ruffled skirt with a tulle petticoat; a large bow rests in the back at the bottom of the zipper closer. The hem of the skirt has a four inch wide strip of iridescent rainbow satin that pulls in the pearls from the sleeves. Seojoon thinks the dress will match beautifully with the silver and pearl crown that is mixed in with all the accessories. Grabbing the dress, Seojoon hooks them on his finger and offers Imani his hand once more.

“Let’s make some magic.”

“You do magic?”

Seojoon nods his head excitedly.

“I’m going to turn you into a fairy princess.”

“A princess?!”

Imani’s voice is loud and clear as she stares up at Seojoon with large, sparkling eyes. Everyone tries to muffle their laughter and Seojoon just grins.

“Come on, little one.”

Yoongi stands dressed in all white, he wears a plain white shirt with a long sleeved button up over top left open. The left shoulder has a lace paisley design and he wears a pair of mismatched gold and silver earrings. A white and gold necklace has a white and brown feather hanging against his chest and he wears two different rings on his left hand. His dark hair, now a shimmering silver. White pants and white leather shoes finish his outfit. He looks like a fairy himself, one that belongs to the twilight and Hoseok is sure to tell him so when he walks up beside him.

“And what about you, babe?” Yoongi quirks an eyebrow and Hoseok touches his own hair that has been dyed platinum blonde. “I think you’ve become a sun fairy.”

Hoseok is wearing white as well but more layers. A white button up that has long sleeves with ruffles at the bottom and sections of the sleeves are cut out, replaced with lace. A sleeveless vest is over top with a matching white and gold necklace hanging around his neck. Two rings, in both silver and gold, grace his hands and the pure white pants and leather shoes complete Hoseok’s outfit. Hoseok’s neck flushes and he bumps Yoongi with his shoulder, “Shut up and take the compliment.”

One by one the guys start to emerge from behind their sectioned off curtains and Yoongi notices that they are all wearing white lace shirts of some sort. Namjoon’s hair is now a soft blond while Taehyung’s is a lighter shade of brown and slightly curly. Jimin grins at his soulmate and pecks his lips.

“Don’t mess up your makeup, we’re ready to start!” Seojoon calls, catching everyone’s attention. The Min pack all turn around at once and their hearts collectively stop beating. Imani stands in front of Seojoon looking every bit like a true fairy princess. The dress is white and matches the rest of the pack. Imani’s hair is braided into two fishtails on either side of her head that stop just behind her ears. Thin diamond ropes are weaved into the braids and mix into the rest of her hair in the back that has been left out, curled loosely. Tiny dangling pearl earrings hang from Imani’s ear and she wears a shimmery white-silver iridescent eyeshadow and subtle rose gold highlighter. Her lips have a nude tinted lip gloss and Seokjin feels his eyes burn with tears.

“Don’t mess up your makeup!” Seojoon warns as he playfully narrows his eyes at the Min pack.

“Princess Imani, I love it!” Jungkook gushes as he rushes over to Imani and squats down in front of her. “You’re so pretty, pup!”

Imani giggles and touches Jungkook’s cheek that has been dusted with blush and silver sparkles. Jungkook offers his hand to Imani and she grabs hold of it. Standing to his full height, Jungkook grins and looks at the rest of his pack.

“Lead the way, Seojoon hyung!”

The guys are on the ground in the middle of a tiny clearing, laying in a circle with their heads all towards the middle. All the guys are holding a sunflower in their hands and Imani sits in the middle of them all. Seojoon calls her name and when Imani looks up with a smile on her face, he takes the picture. The guys all stare at Imani with tender eyes and soft smiles as she giggles at Jimin tickling her ankle. Another photo is taken and soon they pick another spot in the garden to take pictures that focus on just Imani. Seojoon and three other photographers let Imani run around, capturing her joy and wonder with easy clicks of a button.

A fourth woman, video tapes the whole session since Seojoon plans on making a video edit of today to give the Min pack. Imani finds a pond filled with different breeds of large goldfish and the surprise on her face is priceless. Wide eyes and mouth open as she sits on the rock border of the pond. Seojoon quickly removes the daisy flower crown that is hanging in the crook of his elbow and he walks over to Imani with a smile on his face. Imani’s ears twitch as he comes closer and when she looks at him, her eyes light up at the sight of the crown.

“Would you like to wear this?”

Imani nods her head quickly and Seojoon coos as he places the crown on top of Imani’s head carefully, making sure not to mess up her hair. Her ears sit just inside of the crown and when Seojoon steps away, he nods his head. Imani looks cute, like a real forest fairy. Moving out of the way, Seojoon and the others take pictures as Imani looks at her reflection in the pond.

One goldfish stays near the surface of the pound and Imani’s tail swishes in happiness. Namjoon walks over and sits with Imani to make sure that she doesn’t lean too far into the pond. Holding onto the back of her skirt, Namjoon smiles as Imani points to the goldfish and Namjoon watches as the goldfish swims closer to the edge of the pond.

The goldfish comes closer, its mouth breaking the surface and Imani squeals as it spits water. Namjoon jumps from the sudden wetness that hits his chest and Imani laughs as the fish swims away. Namjoon pouts and Imani stands on the edge of the pond. She wraps her arms around Namjoon’s shoulders and hugs his head.

“It’s otay, Nammie!” Imani takes her flower crown off and sets it on top of Namjoon’s head. She kisses the top of his head and jumps down from the pond. “Jinnie, look it! Nammie is pwetty!”

The guys smile and laugh as Namjoon’s face heats up in embarrassment but he’s thankful for Imani’s kindness nonetheless. Imani runs over to Seokjin and jumps into his arms, giggling as the alpaca hybrid spins her around. All together the Min pack continue on with their tour of the gardens, stopping at different places when Imani sees something she likes or Seojoon wants to get a shot. Taking a break, the group waits for the staff to bring lunch and Imani has a large smock placed over her dress before she sits on a blanket.

“So, after lunch we will have Imani change into her second dress and take individual photos of her with each of you. Once we’re done that, I thought it would be nice if Imani wanted to shift to get a few photos like that as well.” Seojoon explains the schedule for the rest of the day and Jimin makes a silly face as Imani’s tail brushes against his hand.

The other photographers still take photos while the pack eats, catching candid moments that speak of just how much the pack cares for each other. Yoongi wiping something from Imani’s mouth, Jungkook and Taehyung feeding each other, Jimin laying his head in Imani’s lap while she plays with his hair, and Hoseok’s mouth open wide as he laughs while Namjoon and Seokjin smile at him. All are moments that Seojoon is happy to have captured on camera for the pack to see later on.

Somehow the flower crown makes its way to all the members and Seojoon thinks that Jimin, Seokjin and Yoongi pull it off the best. Seokjin’s fluffy white ears poke out from the green stems, Jimin’s sultry stare softens only slightly and Yoongi is something out of a fantasy novel. Soon after lunch, Imani is changed into the sky blue satin dress that has the beaded bodice, ruffle sleeves and tulle train. The pearl and diamond barrettes in her hair are replaced with a silver crown that has diamonds covering it.

The Min pack take photos with Imani one on one, deciding that it is best to keep them candid before they pose. Hoseok offers that they play a game of hide and seek to which everyone agrees. They make it easy for Imani to find them all one by one and those are the photos that Seojoon enjoys. Namjoon hiding behind a tall thin tree, Yoongi using a large leaf of a tree to try and hide himself, Jungkook sitting up high in a tree while his tail hangs low and Taehyung peeking out of a bunch of flowers.

Imani finds Seokjin pretending to be a tree, Jimin uses his flexibility and poses just like the statue of the water fountain behind him while Hoseok hides behind the entrance of the maze. Seojoon thinks the one on one candid photos are wonderful and he loves the posed photos as well.

Each member of the pack walks with Imani in the maze, some hold her hand, others carry her or hold both hands while she walks in front of them. Imani smiles in every photo, her eyes sparkling as love silently engulfs her whole being from the Min pack. Taehyung muffles a laugh as he watches Imani crash into Yoongi’s legs and he lifts her into his arms. She yawns and cuddles into the scent gland at his neck. Yoongi rests his chin on top of Imani’s head and rubs her back.

“I think now is a good time to call it,” Yoongi announces as he looks at Seojoon and his pack, “I don’t want to force anything more if the pup is tired.”

Seojoon’s tail flicks behind his back and he looks up from his camera. “I have more than enough photos. I can sort through them and send everything over to Taehyung in an email.” Seojoon smiles as Imani’s tail wraps around Yoongi’s wrist and he tells his crew to start packing up once they reach room thirteen. Yoongi helps Imani take her dress off and puts on her regular clothing, a pair of black shorts, a yellow t-shirt, black tube socks with two white stripes and a pair of white adidas. One of Seojoon employees helps to take out Imani’s hair and pulls it into a ponytail that rest at the back of her head.

Saying goodbye to everyone, Seojoon is surprised when Imani opens her arms for him while she is still in Yoongi’s arms. Seojoon silently asks for permission to hold the pup and Yoongi nods his head. Seojoon takes Imani into his arms and his heart melts as the little girl wraps her arms around his neck. Seojoon's tail curls around Imani’s ankle and her own tail wraps around his forearm.

“It was nice meeting you, Imani. I had a lot of fun today.”

“We ‘ave lot of fun! Tank you!” Imani kisses Seojoon’s check and turns around in his arms to go back to Yoongi. As Yoongi takes Imani back into his arms, she yawns once more. “We nap now, Yoonie?”

Yoongi kisses Imani’s temple and nuzzles his nose into her hair. “Yes, pup. We can nap in the car.”

“Say bye-bye to Seojoon-ssi,” Taehyung instructs softly and Imani yawns again, making everyone melt.

“Bye-bye,” Imani’s voice is soft as she fights her sleep and Seojoon’s heart melts as he gives a little wave to Imani.

Everyone says their goodbyes to Seojoon and his crew before they exit the room and form a circle once more. Taehyung goes back into the middle of the circle and he takes Imani from Yoongi, holding Imani to his chest. Her tail sneaks around his wrist and she reaches out for Jimin making Jimin smile as he takes Imani and hands the bags of their clothing to Taehyung. Still Imani keeps her tail curled around Taehyung’s wrist and Jimin rubs her back, humming softly as they leave the garden. By the time the pack reaches the cars, Imani is half asleep in Jimin’s arms and Seokjin decides that he will switch cars with Jungkook for the drive home.

“Everyone buckled?” Seokjin glances in the rearview mirror and Taehyung gives a silent thumbs up as Imani sits between himself and Jimin, her tail still wrapped around his wrist while her head lays on Jimin’s upper arm. “Let’s get this pup home and in bed for a late nap.”

#poly!bts #bts smut #bts fluff #bts hybrid au #bts fic #bts parent au #bts x oc #divider by saradika #fic: take on the world #totw ch 8

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Backgrounds With Class: Simic Scientist

I'll be honest: Ravnica has always fascinated me. I was a high schooler when the first set came out, and I was immediately consumed creating characters for the setting. Now that we've actually received my long-awaited crossover, I thought it would be nice to write a love letter to the setting in the form of another Backgrounds with Class series. After all: some guilds have natural class choices tied in, from a conceptual standpoint. Boros and Fighter, Izzet and Wizard, Selesnya and Druid. But guilds aren’t class-restricted, and so I wonder what it would look like if you paired every class with every guild background, even the ones that seem at odds, like Izzet and Barbarian, or Gruul and Artificer. So I thought about it, and this is what I came up with. Some character concepts for each class, and each Guildmaster's Guide to Ravnica background for each class.

The Simic Scientist Artificer was always a practical sort. Enamored with the surgeon’s art from his youth and with a fast friend of decades working in the Izzet League, he’s found ways to adopt the other science guild’s technology for medical use on a number of occasions, particularly their chemistry. The reverse is also true- unbeknownst to those around him, he’s been trading insider secrets for his colleague’s aid. He doesn’t view this as a betrayal- to his mind, it’s a crime that there isn’t already an exchange of innovation in the regular course of things. Surely their fields would advance much more quickly with the aid of other points of view.

The Simic Scientist Barbarian is an experimental direction for the Guardian Project, a soldier with adaptive talents flexible enough to change specialization on the fly or between engagements. Trained with weapons and spliced with at least a little sluiceway scorpion, she believes wholeheartedly in the assurances of her experimental overseer that she will one day no longer need armaments of steel, as her hybrid traits and experimental mutagenic adrenal glands grow into full maturity.

The Simic Scientist Bard has a job as an educator, putting her keen understanding of biology and biomancy to work in the classroom imparting wisdom to her students. Adept at teaching by multiple avenues to suit different learning styles, she is always conscientious to mix the practical and hands-on with deep concepts, and takes the careers of her students very seriously after graduation. In her off hours, she works as a consultant for other matters, both in the lab and on the street, and has started to make a name for herself as one of the public faces of the Combine.

The Simic Scientist Cleric kneels at no altar that the people of Ravnica would know, but many of her peers would understand, if not condone. The Simic Combine is not a religious organization, but surely they can see that knowledge itself is a thing divine no less than the Worldsong of the Conclave or the Orzhov’s Church of Deals. While her colleagues view this eccentricity with bemusement and even occasional suspicion, she is more than welcome in the lab, as her work has an uncanny prescient feel to it, often making breakthroughs just when it would be useful.

The Simic Scientist Druid is an oddity even among Simic Biomancers. Originally a Guardian Project volunteer, this druid is technically a krasis rather than a hybrid, as the ratio of hermit crab to vedalken is too high to qualify her as a simic hybrid. Still loyal to the combine that reforged her into a clumsy new shell-bearing body, the druid serves the Hull Clade, her defensively-oriented mind an asset to guardian squads in the field and biomancers working with shell, carapace, and scale in the lab.

The Simic Scientist Fighter is a typical product of the Guardian Project: a disciplined, careful, and tactically gifted elf with latent mollusc traits. Trained for both long-range and short-range combat, he is being groomed for a position as a squadron leader to field both terrestrial and aquatic threats- a true amphibious soldier. This flexibility is reflected in his mindset- despite his participation in the Guardian Project and aggressive skillset, he is a Holdfast advocate, claiming it’s far more important for the Combine to ground themselves than to expand aggressively; overreach is a mistake.

The Simic Scientist Monk is an experimental departure from tradition. Raised deep underwater as a potential Deepsage, their tradition of unarmed combat has met with modern biomancy and medical knowledge to produce a warrior with a literal healer’s touch. Mastering the flow of vital energies and fluids through their own body and those of others, they are as skilled a healer as a bodyguard, equally adept at setting bones and force-healing contusions as bringing death with a touch.

The Simic Scientist Paladin follows an uncommon tradition among elves, a holdover from his time among the Selesnya growing up. While he’s firmly an Upwelling adherent, confident that change is the way forward for the Combine, his own magical tradition is among the oldest on Ravnica, as he swore an oath to life itself to be a light in the world. Many of his colleagues shake their heads at the juxtaposition, but he’s not dissuaded by their confusion- after all, Upwelling is a resurgence of old matters and ways, not an act of genesis.

The Simic Scientist Ranger is a field researcher, a lab assistant who, after his amphibian hybridization, seeks to assess the results of his guild’s work in the field. From chill ocean below to lofty aeries above, he ranges to see that the Combine’s work finds its niche, and observe how the web of life on Ravnica changes to fit. He’s also one of the hunters the Combine turns to when they have need of samples from exotic wildlife, or when a krasis proves disastrous for its environment and must be euthanized.

The Simic Scientist Rogue was part of the Combine’s covert troubleshooting force before the inception of the Guardian Project, and remains so to this day. Usually dispatched as an investigator or recovery specialist, as the guild has ramped up its preparations for wartime she has found herself more and more involved in guerrilla action against threats preemptively. Always a proponent of striking harder sooner, she is keen to do whatever she can to keep the Simic at its best.

The Simic Scientist Sorcerer, as a prospective member of Gyre Clade, often finds herself involved in the less physical of the guild’s pursuits. Be it assessing the mana currents of the hidden oceans or seeking strange weather phenomena to observe the dispersal of energy, her apprenticeship has been anything but dull. It’s helped to give focus to her talents, though, which run toward the stormy, and often leave her struggling to pay attention to things if she’s not confronted with novelty now and again.

The Simic Scientist Warlock came up from the zonots with the second generation of merfolk to grace the surface. Having long ago made peace and pact with a great beast of the deep, she quickly found her talents for team support in high demand among Guardian Project strike teams and Crypsis Clade scouting missions. She’s very protective of the fine abalone necklace she wears loose around her neck; it’s both a mark of her pact and the only thing she brought with her to remember her parents by.

The Simic Scientist Wizard is, by all accounts, brilliant- surgeon extraordinaire and transmuter-scientist of the Fin clade, it seems there is little he cannot do if he sets his mind and hands to it. Of the two, the surgeon’s path is far more important to him, as he would rather save lives with tools and expertise than work at biomancy- so much so that he’s rejected or missed opportunities for more profitable apprenticeships in favor of earning his surgical license and trying for a private practice. Unfortunately, the money’s run out, and he’s recently had to turn his mind from clean, sterile lab work to the rough conditions and uncertain developments of field work.

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tvd masterlist

pairing(s): bonnie bennett x vampire!fem!reader (mikaelson)

summary: in which a mikaelson found her true love in a bennett witch.

WARNING(S): the reader gets sad but other than that fluff, use of Y/n (gag) :)

author's note: this is from my old account and i wanted to repost it here. the writing style is older and not similar to my style now soooo...

Y/n and Bonnie first saw each other when Klaus came to town. Being that she is Klaus’s sister things didn’t go as smoothly in the beginning.

In the beginning, they hated each other. Well, hate is a strong word. Let’s just say they extremely disliked each other. Bonnie thought she was just like her brother. The dislike for each other is kind of like a love-and-hate relationship.

While Y/n found it annoying that people judged her off on her brother, them not really knowing her, she was an alright person. Don’t get me wrong she is definitely not a saint but she has her moments.

Over time, she and Bonnie bond after Klaus leaves for summer to make his hybrids. They get to know each other and they soon learn to love each other.

They denied it like in a corny Netflix romantic comedy film. In the end, they accepted it. They fell in love. Y/n’s family just wants her to be happy so if the Bennett witch made her happy then who were they to pry.

Bonnie’s friends (more like Elena and Damon), on the other hand, weren’t as accepting. They judged her and kept saying that Y/n was a bad person and that she didn’t deserve Bonnie.

While they were fighting, Y/n let herself into the Salvatore Boarding House. She heard what they had all said excluding Caroline and Stefan, who were very accepting of the relationship.

Y/n continued to listen to them, Bonnie defending her every time. She couldn’t help but smile at her defensive girlfriend but frown at her friends not accepting their relationship, more so her.

The more she heard the more she believed it.

Y/n’s not a good person Bonnie!

Her brother tried to kill me!

I don’t trust her.

She’s going to hurt you, Bon.

It was at that moment that Stefan had asked a question that surprised the girl.

“Do you love her Bonnie?”

The hope to hear Bonnie say she loved her. She continued to listen and wait for an answer but she never got one, only heavy breathing.

Her face fell when all she heard was silence. Her heart broke. She left the flowers on a table that she planned on giving to Bonnie later.

She walked out of the house and slammed the door.

The sound of the door slamming made everyone jump. They went towards the door to see no one, other than the flowers Y/n had recently placed.

Bonnie went towards the flowers and picked them. She smelled them. Lilies she thought. She pondered, only one person knew her favorite flowers.

Y/n. Her eyes widened as she put everything together. She rushed to the door, ignoring the voices behind her. Any trace of her was gone.

Bonnie felt disappointed that she didn’t reply. She knew she loved Y/n with all of her heart. She hopped into her car and drove into town, roaming around.

She found Y/n sitting on a bench at the park. Bonnie looked at the sad girl who looked like she was crying.

Y/n’s thoughts were filled with all of the things they said about her to Bonnie. Then she thought of the question Stefan asked.

Did she love her?

Y/n knew she did. That’s what hurt the most. She was head over heels for the Bennett. She would do anything for her.

The more she kept thinking the more she cried. Her sobs weren’t loud. They were below a whisper. Y/n wasn’t one to cry, like Nik. You would never catch her crying over a woman or anyone other than her family.

But Bonnie was different. Bonnie made her feel alive. Not only did she make her feel alive she helped her live. If it wasn’t for her family (that wasn’t existent at the moment) and Bonnie she wouldn’t be here. She would still be here but not here. Her mind and soul would’ve been gone.

Whatever life she has left, gone. Bonnie restored the life that was fading and her family saw that. They saw the happiness restore back in the girl.

Y/n placed her face in her hands. She felt a hand on her back and flinched away from the touch. She looked up and saw the love of her life.

Y/n looked up and gave Bonnie a sad smile. Bonnie returned one back.

Bonnie then sighed and scooted closer to Y/n.

They both held eye contact for about 30 seconds. Bonnie opened her mouth to take nervous breath in. She then finally spoke.

“Y/n when I met you I thought you would’ve been the exact copy of your brother. I thought you had only come here to terrorize me and my friends. Then I saw something in you when Klaus sacrificed Jenna. I saw the sorrow and sadness on your face and in your eyes. During the summer, I saw the you I saw on the field and I fell in love with that version of you, the real you.”

Y/n has never smiled more widely than she is right now. She looked at Bonnie with admiration and… love.

They both leaned in and gave each other a heartfelt kiss. They parted and rested their foreheads against each other, breathing heavily.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you, Bonnie.”

#fluff #the vampire diaries #bonnie bennett #tvd universe #bonnie bennett x reader #bonnie bennett x you #bonnie bennett x fem!reader #this is so cutesy

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countrymusiclover · 1 year

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50 - I Forever, I Do

( gif belongs to @carexbearx )

Part 51

Gemini Runaway

Warning - mature content in this chapter. 18 +, don't read past the red warning if you are not comfortable

Tag list ask to be added @dragonixfrye - thank you again for helping me write part of this chapter @secretdreamlandmentality

Someone jumped onto my bed this morning where I screamed almost falling on the floor getting thrown around. Sitting upright I glared down at my twin brother Jacob seeing that he was grinning brightly at me. “Jacob, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Being here for your wedding day silly butt.” He sat up with his knees to his chest.

Slumping my shoulders I sighed, shocked that he was actually here. We still hadn’t talked since I had used a sleeping spell to keep him safe after facing off against Mikael. “Jacob, look I’m sorry about what I did to you. But it was to protect you-“

“Rae, it’s fine. We’ll talk about that later. Today is about you and you're marrying Klaus Mikaelson.” He held his hands up in surrender. He climbed from the bed offering me his hands tugging me up with me grinning brightly.

Squeezing his hands in mine, my eyes shifted to the wedding dress handing on the door. “Well thank you for being here. I really couldn’t imagine you not. Have you seen dad here too?”

“Yeah he’s waiting out in the hall for when you are ready. I’ll be in charge of the girls.” He responded back heading over and opening the door revealing Caroline and Rebekah grinning brightly.

Rebekah shut the door with the heel of her boot once my brother left the room. “Okay so we only have a few hours before this whole thing goes down.”

“But first some champagne.” Caroline handed me a glass popping the cork off the bottle.

“And to one day of no Mikaelson family drama.” Raising my glass in the air we all clinked our glasses together downing the drink. It took us about three hours to get me ready to put the dress on since Caroline and Bex couldn’t settle on the same hair style. We ended up leaving most of my hair loose with some curls done up in it.

Two strands of my hair were clipped back with a gold pin. I had my cowgirl boots underneath the dress with the linked ring from Nik on my right ring finger now since I would be getting a new ring on my left. Someone knocked on the door peeking inside. “Are you ready, babygirl?”

“Yeah dad I think I am.” Looping my arm through the other two vampires left the room leaving us time alone.

He paused in his step reaching inside his suit pocket revealing a necklace handing from his hand. “I went through your mothers things and I came across this. She told me once that it belonged to her mother and that she wore it on her wedding day. Then she wore it so I knew she would pass it down to you.”

“Oh dad, it’s beautiful….I miss her.” Holding it in between my fingers he clipped it standing behind me when I viewed it in the mirror. It was a simple pearl necklace that I had only seen in one picture in my whole life.

He squeezed my shoulder offering his hand where I took it, looping our arms together again. “So do I, Raelyn. But she is with you and J. Always and forever.” He replied, starting to walk me down the stairs. Once we reached the bottom I saw Caroline, Rebekah, Cami and Davina in their places as bridesmaids. Stefan, Elijah, Kol and finally my brother Jacob on the other side. Damon was the one standing in the middle with Klaus.

My father kissed my forehead placing my hand in Nik's seeing slight confusion on my face that Damon would be performing the ceremony. "He insisted that no one else would do a better job than him. I’ll let him if you don’t mind even though I could have just compelled someone."

“No, no, it’s perfect. That way it’ll only be family here.” I told him nodding in the direction of the eldest Salvatore.

"Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to witness the joining of these two epic lovebirds in official matrimony. The crazy immortal hybrid Klaus Mikaelson and the little siphon witch who threw me off his front porch the first day we met, Raelyn Lane. But before we begin, if anyone has any objections to this union, please speak now or forever hold your peace." Nobody said anything so he nodded, keeping the ceremony going. "Go ahead with the vows then you two."

"Niklaus Mikaelson, I love you. I never had any romantic relationship until I met you. You have been my first through everything in my life and I adore that. I know that everyone needs to quack in fear at the sound of your name but I never have. If anything we both know that you could quit, possibly be afraid of me more than anything. You have been nothing but kind, loyal, honest and trusting of me and my wants. I have gotten to see the other side of you that you bury deep down, the side of you that is capable of love and that is the man that I am grateful to call my husband and the father of our beautiful daughters." Taking his hands in mine I sucked in a breath praying that I could get through this without crying.

A smile plastered on his face as he spoke, almost making me burst into tears. "Raelyn, I was against love. It was easier for me to believe that vampires couldn’t love but that wasn’t possible when I walked into the Mystic Grill and you literally threw me against the wall for simply asking your name.” Some people began laughing alongside me remembering that exact day in the back of my mind. “And yet somehow I managed to find your light in the sea of darkness of my life. I love your heart, your smile, the way you can be fierce and gentle at the same time. You will always be a queen to me forever and always. I’ll love you forever, Rae.”

Damon wiped away some tears clearing his throat. "Wow, I didn’t think I was gonna cry today. Anyway…uh Jacob the rings.”

My brother walked up handing me a black ring band with some gold lines engraved in it for Nik. Then he gave him our grandmother’s golden ring, stepping back beside the other groomsmen. “Alright so, little siphon, do you take this hybrid to be your husband from this moment forward?”

“With this ring I forever I do.” Laughing through happy tears I slid the band on Klaus’s left ring finger.

Damon glanced at Klaus. “Hybrid, do you take this little siphon witch to be your wife from this moment forward?”

“With this ring I forever I do.” Klaus declares shifting his gaze from mine and down to the ring. He slides the ring on my left hand lifting his gaze back up to mine and holding his gaze strongly smirking.

Damon put his hand on our hands pushing them together where we both chuckled intertwining our hands together tightly almost like we couldn’t believe it until he declared the words to us. “With the power recently vested in me by the Commonwealth of Virginia, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride, hybrid."

Without waiting any longer I fling my arms around Nik's neck crashing my lips onto his. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me as close as I could get. Moving one of my hands into his hair deepened the kiss. “Girls now.” Davina whispered down to our three baby girls who were sitting by my father.

“What are you - oh my gosh.” I asked her before they held hands and we both lifted our heads upwards. Magically light red rose petals began falling even though we were inside the main entrance of the compound.

Klaus chuckled, wrapping his arms a little tighter around my waist tugging me against his comfortable embrace. “I figured you would enjoy that little touch. The harvest witch said it was an easy spell to teach toddlers.”

“Thank you, Mr. Mikaelson.” Smiling into his blue eyes I kissed him quickly.

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Mikaelson.” He kissed the crown of my head letting everyone else start heading down to Roussos since we had paid for Cami to leave an open bar agreeing to pay the other bartenders that were working her shift extra.

Klaus and I intertwined our hands together entering the bar causing everyone to clap and cheer loudly. I couldn't stop grinning, especially when I recognized a certain lock of dark brown hair rushing through the crowd all in a breath. "Rae Rae, oh hi. I wasn't sure I was going to make it but then Caroline told me she had compelled me to get a plane ticket here. I'm so happy for you."

"Josette, oh! I can't believe she managed to get you here." Wrapping my arms around her in a hug she giggled breaking the embrace.

She glared at Nik sternly. "Listen here mister. If you hurt her in any way possible I will personally make your life a living hell. Do you understand me?"

"Yes I do, Josette." He nodded with a smile.

She threw her hands up scoffing. "Oh please call me Jo. We're family now after all."

Taking his hand in mine he grinned down at me leading me to the open dance floor. Perfectly in sync my hands and his went exactly where they were supposed to as Davina began playing a song through the bar. "Remember if you step on my feet it won't matter. I'll be here to catch you for eternity, Rae." He reassured me, twirling me out and back into his chest causing the white dress to fly up into the air.

"I know and I will be here to show you love forever and always…let's try the twirling again." I chuckled remembering when I tried at the Mikealson's ball it didn't go well. He smirked bending his head down underneath my arm with me twirling him out and then back in almost falling on the ground. Thankfully he was faster and managed to catch me before we could hit the ground.

Someone held up a microphone getting everyone's attention where we glanced over seeing that Damon had the microphone. "Oh this should be good." Nik mutters under his breath.

"Okay so wow how can I start this speech any other way then just saying wow. When I met Klaus Mikaelson I hated the guy and I still find him irritating at times too. But regardless I can say that I am happy he has found someone who can kick his ass when he needs it. Raelyn, you better keep him in line and keep him happy." He raised his glass in the air. "To the bride and groom - oh and under no circumstances am I ever hugging him again like we did on that camping trip."

Nik and I, including everyone that was there that night began laughing at the memory when he handed the microphone over to Davina. "Klaus, you know we have a love and hate relationship. Raelyn, as for you, I am stunned that you managed to make him more human. When we met you could have been mean to me yet you weren't. So thanks for being my friend and including me on your special day."

"Alright my turn. Raelyn, you are an amazing friend. And I know that Klaus will always treat you right. I hope that you will bring the triplets to town sometime. And I have to admit that Rebekah and I clearly know how to plan a pretty great wedding. To the bride and groom." Caroline raised her glass and we all took a drink with her.

Cami went up with Kol who had the microphone first. "Nik, you are the pain in my ass sometimes. But I'm glad you're happy. Keep him in line Raelyn."

"Raelyn, Klaus, thanks for giving me a chance to be in your lives. Although I do wish that I could get paid as the family therapist but that's just a dream. Anyway enjoy yourselves and your kids are adorable."

Rebekah walked up smiling proudly. "Nik, being related to you has some disadvantages but you are loyal and I know that Raelyn will straighten you out. I can't believe I get to now say I have a sister. Because even though I love my brothers, us girls have to stick together. Now raise a glass to the crazy couple because if you know anything of what they have been doing recently you can have no doubt there will be baby number four shortly."

"Hey ya'll, I'm Raelyn’s brother if you don’t know me." Jacob waved his hand, taking the microphone from Bex. "I haven't been around a lot so I can't speak for Klaus. But, I do know my twin sister though. She can be a handful but who can't say that about a sibling. Rae, I owe you and our mom my life. I hope you have the best one you can. I'll always raise a glass and go partying with either of you. To the bride and groom…now Jo."

Nik and I both turned out heads following where he was pointing before she shoved some cake in our faces making everyone laugh. "Sorry cuz I couldn't resist." She laughed, grinning from ear to ear.

Klaus and I were basically dragging the other through the compound even though we were both vampires. We weren't really thinking about anything else but being together. Kicking open the door I looked into his eyes grinning. "So Mr. Mikaelson, can you believe we're here finally?"

"I certainly wouldn't if I wasn't holding you in my arms right now, Raelyn Mikaelson." He responded back wrapping his arms around my waist.

Resting my hands on his chest I smirked. "Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

"You have no idea, love." He replied brightly, staring down at me, capturing my lips with his firmly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck kissing him back passionately. We began to walk backwards towards the bed and fell upon it. I glanced up at him lustfully, my eyes darkening in want, I began to run my hands down his chest moving them slowly towards his lower region.

Feeling bold I grabbed his member through his pants yanking on it, he broke the kiss growling at my actions. “Be patient, my love.”

I wrapped my legs around him, turning us over until I was on top. His eyes widened in shock at me not expecting to see this side of me.

I smirked down at him running my fingers down his chest and said. “ Tonight, I'm in control darling; now if you want to come you better be on your best behavior if not I will punish you. Understand the rules.”

"Fine. But you better hurry up before I tear that dress." Nik warned me.

"If you rip my dress I will find one of your daggers and use it on you!" I threatened him revealing my vampire fangs.

I cast a spell on him, holding him to the bed, making sure he couldn't move. “ Now, darling, we're going to need a safe word."

“ Red, “ He replied.

“ Tap on my thigh or says that word if it gets too much for you to handle “ I explained to him.

He nodded, “ Undress now.”

“You seem to misunderstand the rules, darling, “ I said, rolling my eyes at him. “ You're not in control here I am, you will listen to me and do as I say.”

“Rae, my love please.“ He pleaded with those deep puppy dog eyes.

“ I can't hear you, my love speak up “ I ordered, smirking at him.

“Please Rae," He pleaded for probably the first time in his immortal life.

“Not good enough,“ I said in a chirpy voice. “You can do better than that, Nik."

“Bloody hell, Raelyn please let me see you “ He begged, tears welling in his eyes.

“Alright, my darling, “ I smirked down at the hybrid. “See now that's how you properly beg."

I stood up slowly dispatching off my wedding dress, I unzipped it letting it fall to the ground and stepped out of it. Removing the clip from my hair I kicked my shoes off at the same time. Watching his gaze never break away from me.

“ You like? “ I asked, glancing at him.

He smirked. "You know I already do."

I leaned down in front of him grabbing at his buckled pants pulling the belt off him throwing it across the room. I smirked at him pulling down his trousers along with his briefs, ripping it off of him and tossing it across the room along with the rest of our clothes.

I grabbed his member in my hand, rubbing it up and down softly. Low moans began to escape from the hybrid’s mouth. “ Faster.” He demanded.

I pulled my hand away causing him to growl at me. “I told you, darling, you are not in control of this. I will decide if you should be rewarded or not."

Walking away from him, I reached behind my back undoing the clips of my bra letting it fall to the ground and slid my panties off letting them hit the floor.

I walked towards him again swaying my hips as I did, climbing on him I began to rock my hips down upon his, my clit brushing against his. I let out a moan enjoying the feeling of us together like this. I rolled my hips against him again, speeding up my movements. “ Oh, god you feel so good, Nik.“ I whimpered, moving my hips up and down against his rock hard member.

"Raelyn, undo this ridiculous spell already…"

“No, you get to be Alpha all the time.“ I moaned out, rocking my hips quicker.

I started to bounce up and down against him, scratching my nails down on his chest as I picked up the pace. “ Oh, Oh, Oh, gods, Nik! “ I moaned out as I felt my release come over me, my legs began to shake.

“ My love , please “ He moaned out, rocking his hips back. “ Enough of this torture already, let me have you. “ Undo this spell.”

I ignored his words slamming my hips down against him again, enjoying this too much. My release came quicker than expected much to my disappointment, I stopped my movements for a moment glancing up at him seeing the lustful look on his face.

“I think you deserve a reward now, don't you? “ I asked, bringing a hand down upon his check, stroking it gently.

"Undo the spell, Raelyn." His blue eyes poured into mine where I leaned down kissing him deeply. He leans forward aa much as he was allowed growling into the heated kiss.

I pulled away, breaking the kiss glancing at him, “ You didn't answer my question, darling.”

"I want you, Raelyn. I want to be free from this bloody spell. I want to make love to you!" He responded sternly where I could hear his voice croaking as he struggled to break free.

“ Darling, we just started to play, “ I teased him, running my hands down his clothed chest. Snapping my fingers, I removed his shirt quickly with my magic.

“Now, darling, be a good boy." I ordered, starting to rock my hips against his once more while running my fingers down his chest. Crashing my lips onto his moving my hands up threading my fingers into his dirty blonde hair.

Klaus kissed me back with as much passion as he could manage being bond by me. He couldn't stand another second being unable to be closer to her. Thankfully I raised one hand waving it in the air finally undoing the spell. "Klaus!" I squealed when he didn't waste any time vamping me directly onto my back pinning my hands above my head.

"It's my turn now, siphon queen." He devilishly smirked smashing his lips onto mine. He drew back where I scanned his face seeing his smirk just grow. I knew we were in for a long night.

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bunnys-kisses · 7 days

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the big, bad wolf(f)

toto wolff

cw: smut/pwp, hybrid au, wolf!toto, rabbit!reader, needy!toto, size difference/kink, missionary style, age difference (20s/50s)

a/n: this is part of a f1 hybrid au, i haven't stopped making bakery prompts, this is just something a tiny bit different! if have any ideas to share lemme know!

"my, my, what big teeth you have, mister wolff." you came close to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders before you sat down in his lap.

toto's wolf-like ears twitched at your words before he leaned in close to you. he cupped your face softly and gazed into your eyes with his dark ones, "teeth, my love." he held you a little closer to him and kissed at your arm, "i guess all the more to bite you with."

he watched your ears twitch a little. cute bunny behavior. he reached for one of your long ears and touched it gently. he watched you squirm a little and he chuckled. he knew you liked that.

toto could be a little scary. he stood much taller than you, and could easily pick you up. with pointed dark ears and a tail that you often rubbed up against when he didn't (or couldn't) give you attention.

you pressed your thumbs against his lips and giggled, "but you wouldn't eat someone like me. you love me too much." then kissed him on the lips.

an alarmingly younger bunny girlfriend and the rich older wold who loved her. it was a match made in heavy. he knew that it turned a few heads, especially when you were dressed in something cute.

he had to restructure your wardrobe so you weren't in softer colours every day, and everyone in the neighbourhood started to make assumptions. you were a university graduate, even though your degree was more wall decoration than actually used.

"i don't know, hase." he cupped your behind and pulled you closer to you. he buried his nose against you and took a small inhale, which was still enough to make the ticklish bunny in his lap jolt. he said as he held onto you tighter, "be still."

you felt a warmth in your body as you looked at him. eventually his face were between your breasts. the prettiest breasts toto had ever seen. he groaned.

you knew your older boyfriend was craving rabbit. you held his head and pressed your breasts up against him. he groaned and held onto you harder.

"does the big bad wolf want a taste of bunny?" you said lowly and hear him deeply exhale. you were going to be the death of him. you tilted his head to look at you and you giggled at the sight of him, "c'mon, honey, let's get you into bed." then got up off his lap, but you didn't get too far. as your wolf lover was close behind you.

your bunny ears twitched a little bit, and toto wanted to yank on them while you rode him. he hated that he felt a slave to instinct. but it was hard not to when his lover was just soft in all the ways he was tough. he was surprised a little bunny like you could take someone like him.

he knew he was so much bigger and had a domineering power over most. but you with those cute little ears, beautiful eyes, and cheerful demeanor, toto was a a panting dog.

when you got close enough to the bed and tried to get your slippers off, toto pushed you onto the bed ass up and you made a small panicked noise as you hit the bed then felt the weight of your lover on top of you.

you yelped and kicked your legs out a little bit and toto had his hands under you and was groping at your choice heavily. he wanted to feel his lovely rabbit.

"don't tear my clothes, you animal!" you kicked out a little more and felt your lover get off of your back and slowly take off your clothes. while the clothes weren't particularity expensive, it was a good pair of t-shirt and sleeping shorts (both stolen from your lover). it was hard to find comfort in most clothes these days!

before he took your sports bra on, he got you onto your back and groped at your chest. he shuddered a little bit at the sight of you, almost naked for him.

"such a pretty rabbit." he noticed the twitch in your ears and he rubbed his clothed cock up against your barely clothed front, "beautiful." he said, "i could put you between my teeth and just bite down. but i'd rather make you cum." something wild ran through toto when he was with you.

soon you were naked and you began to help toto out of his clothes. his large hands on you as you unbuttoned his dark blue shirt. your hands were a little shakey as you undid every last button.

toto eyed you carefully before he was able to take the shirt off his shoulders. you whined a little bit as the sight of you, but he took you by the chin and pulled you in for a heated kiss.

"so lovely." he said, his lips so close to yours. he watched you squirm a little bit as you panted heavily against his lips. he felt like a dream, you felt heat do its rounds in your core.

both striped as naked as you could get. toto kept you on your back with your legs spread for him. he licked his lips, his gaze felt hot. almost like a predator. he leaned into your touch when you ran your hand through his dark hair.

"you should let it go grey." you remarked.

he chuckled as he invaded your space more, his eyes level with yours with his chest pressed against you, "no, no, hase. me all grey and you in those soft sweaters. people will get alarmed."

you giggled, "as if you're not like a foot taller than me. the little bunny and the big bad wolf!" then held onto his shoulders as he got his hands on your hips.

his larger cock pressed up against you. you shuddered a little bit at the feeling of it against you. you gasped when he inched it inside of you. his dark eyes on you as you squirmed a little bit.

"are you okay, hase? not too much pain?" he might be a wolf, and you might be a bunny, but he didn't want to harm you. you were his perfect rabbit. he clutched onto your hips as he moved himself against you.

he slowly got as deep as he could go and he watched your expression grow softer. a little blissed out as he got his entire length into you. you squirmed a little and felt the heat in your body grow.

you were beautiful under him. like the sweetest fruit on the tree, or the most tender rabbit in the field. of course, toto had to sink his teeth into your shoulder as you moved against him. he watched your toes curl and your legs kick out from the hot feeling of it all.

"my rabbit." he said, his voice tinged with a desperate want, "i need you. i need you every day of my life. you excite me in so many ways. you look beautiful under me."

you glowed a little under his attention and felt your stomach do small flips as he moved against you. your cute little cunt took him perfectly. everything about you was always so much smaller than the big scary predator you called a lover. the hungry wolf that was desperate for pretty bunny cunt. but, toto would always take care of you! he wasn't a crazy person.

he knew that he had to take care of his little rabbit, even if that meant thrusting up into her wildly. that made keeping your pussy nice was wet with his cum. he rutted against you and snapped his jaws a little from the pleasure of it all.

"my beautiful rabbit." he purred as he continued to move up against you. you fit him perfectly, he remembered when it was a bit of a struggle. but it wasn't your fault, you were just made so small for him. but nothing a little training wouldn't have fixed. you whimpered and whined as he fucked you.

"please, toto." you whined as you arched your back a little. pressed yourself further against him as he got a good look at every curve on your sweet body.

he once told a friend of his that bunnies fucked the best. the cutest little hybrids, pussies can take a beating and toto loved yours most of all. got him addicted to sweet cunt and cute smiles. he knew if you were on top, you'd be bouncing on him with that same blissed out look.

toto knew he was far gone with you. he knew that he wanted to make you his little bunny bride. then he'd make sure that nothing else could have you the way he did. except maybe a toy for when he wasn't home, something to occupy that cunt of yours. but, nothing else. no one else.

he was a wolf possessive of his little pack.

he continued to brush up against the softest parts of you, your pussy like a grip around his achy cock. he could feel his heartbeat in his throat the more he fucked you. he was egged on by your sweet sounds and your soft breasts up against him.

he gripped onto your hips tighter and heard you let out a sweet, almost sugary moan as he moved up against you. his cock hit all the right places for you. he knew he was going to leave you pretty insides all bruised, but you loved it.

you love when sex with him hurt a little, a reminder for days of how well he took care of you. he pressed into you further, his lips found yours as the two of you feverishly made out.

the bed squeaked under you, and it paired like a symphony with your beautiful muffled moans. when he broke the kiss you panted heavily.

"you pant like a dog." he said in a hot tone that left a shiver through you. he knew you were getting close. he could tell by how tense you were and the expression across your face.

his pace continued and soon you were holding onto him tightly. your arms hung around his neck as you grasped the back of his neck. you held onto him tighter via your legs as he thrusted as hard as he could. the bed moved under you and you felt a sense of euphoria when you climaxed.

"ah! toto!!" you whimpered as you came, leaving his cock fully slick with your wetness down to his balls. you clung to him like a lifeline while he battered the back of your sweet pussy. with a few more heavy thrusts, he finished inside you as well.

he marked your pretty insides with his cum and heard you whimper loudly into his ear. he eventually slowed to a stop before he was able to catch his breath. pleasure ran through his body like a lifeline. he tried to stop but your pussy called him back.

he was only able to stop himself when he saw how tired you look. bunnies fucked well, but they got easily tired out. all that energy in such a small package.

"do you mind if i take you again?" he asked softly as he took you in his arms. he watched you nod and say yes softly before he put you on your stomach and held your hips up.

he still needed his rabbit. he needed to feel your gooey insides and get himself off. you were so perfect for him, letting him use you while you get comfortable on your shared bed. he slipped his cock into you once more and knew that he would never get enough of his sweet bunny's cunt. <3

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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Eel boys haven't been on the menu in a hot minute? Got any yummy content on how they'd be spending the cold months with their mate?

High Five Anon

I feel like I need to give Emmy more love

cw: eelektross hybrid emmet

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You watched as the equivalent merman shift around in the tub again.

It was a bigger, box-style tub that you had bought specifically for your lovely boyfriend to hide himself in whenever he wanted a break from aquatic life.

Of course, he currently felt like he was here outside of his own volition.

In winter, Eelektrosses tended to find a nice rocky cove to hide in deep under the water and rest until spring returned. It preserved their energy while prey numbers were low and allowed them a safe place to sleep without risk of other predators attempting an attack. Emmet, however, did not want to rest deep in the ocean without seeing you for months on in. No, instead, he thought of a genius plan to stay with you in a tub of water.

“I think I'd be better off looking into an aquarium at this point,” you sighed as he kept trying to find a comfortable position. It was too small for his long serpentine tail to rest with him in the tub. You hated seeing him like this and felt that him hibernating may have been the better choice, despite his protests to this.

“Mmm,” he hummed, choosing to rest on his stomach and face you with his head resting on his hands, “Could you? It would be good exercise! Heehee, you could even dump prey in and let me chase them around.”

“Even Magikarp have a high price during these months, Emmy,” you shook your head. Still, he seemed quite cute all posed to face you. Leaning forward, you pecked a sweet kiss to his face near a group of his eel skin. A giggle came from him. “Hmm, I'll talk with Ingo about getting you somewhere more comfortable to stay,” you decided. Emmet nodded and returned to his endless shifting.

You jumped awake in the night as a gross chill shot down your spine. A slimy tail curled around your legs as wet arms pulled you tightly against their chest. You felt rough skin rub your own. For a moment, horror aerated your brain until you realised what it was. Emmet had appeared to crept into your bed and taken you into an embrace. You could feel his chest rise up and down slowly as his weak lung sacs worked to process the pure air outside of the water he normally submerged himself in.

You let out a breath as you pondered if it was worth scolding him over this again. Ever since he had moved in for the winter, he had begun to sneak into your bed during nights. While he had done this previously on your lifeboat, it was a pleasant thing as his cooled body often took away from the extreme heat that the summer brought. In the winter, the effect was quite the opposite. “Emmet,” you whined, “I told you to stop doing this.”

He nuzzled his face into your hair and hummed. You could already tell he did not care, and felt – oh, so - cosy in your bed while stealing your body heat. “I will stop,” he offered, “When you stop being the warmest person I know.” His tail loosened and tightened for a moment as began to pepper kisses to your head. You decided to accept your fate for now. Wrapping your arms around Emmet, you nuzzled against him and returned back to sleep.

The most entertaining part of dating an Eelektross hybrid and having him live with you in the winter was watching him lose his mind over whatever fish you brought him. A clear preference for Feebas was noted, but anything that lived in or around the ocean was enough to satisfy him. Which is why you had taken him to the beach to let him hunt out Krabby. They attempted to scuttle away from the apex predator, but failed to make it far. Emmet then thoroughly enjoyed his hunted meal and even tried to offer some to you (which you denied for quite a few reasons).

When there was little to hunt on the beach, or he found himself craving true fish, you bravely bought some at a fish market and proceeded to play what was equivalently fetch with your boyfriend. His speeds in the sand despite lacking legs was astounding. The same arms the pinned you to the beach underneath when you had first met carried him quickly after the poor fish that was already gone. Your cheering when he caught it in his mouth was likely uncalled-for, but it was definitely exciting to see in action.

It served to keep him active and near his natural environment, too, which was good for him. Even if he was adamant about staying at your side through the winter to prove what a devoted and good mate he was (and how lonely it would be to go months without seeing you or Ingo would be), you knew he missed the ocean. The lazy days of laying on him in the summer sun as you were floated along the water by him were gone and replaced with little action at the beach besides an occasional brave bonfire.

You sat down to watch the sun set beneath the distant ocean waves, and the twin joined you. Resting your head on his shoulder, you smiled to yourself. His head rested atop yours before his hand imitated it.

“I can't wait for summer again,” you admitted to him, “Playing in the water with you became such a pleasant thing.”

“Me, too,” he cooed, “I can go for a short swim. If you want?”

You denied his offer immediately and instead turned to cup his cheeks. His eel skin felt smoother than his human skin. His silted pupils were instead a rounded black that nearly consumed the silver of his irises. Leaning forward, you pressed a tender kiss to his lip that he eagerly reciprocated. His hands held your shoulders softly as you remained connected for as long as your lungs could handle. Pulling away, Emmet's sweet smile made your heart warm with emotion.

For all the annoyances brought by him staying with you during these times, you found yourself enjoying it more than anything.

#emmet x reader #emmet/reader #emmet.ima #pokehybrid au

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w0lp3rtinger · 1 year

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Day six of ShadAmy Week 2023! Big shout out to @shadowsfascination and @killingthecringe . They have been patient enough to beta for me, and to them, I am eternally grateful 💜 Especially as, once again, I was fucking around with writing styles for this one.

(It’s not... REALLY that much of a shadamy piece, but it’s there enough so XD )

Our favorite critter is not having a great time with alien hybrid puberty.

WARNING: Body Horror / Eyes / Medical Horror

ALSO! I AM BACK ON A03! If you would like to read the story there, please click this link!

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It started with a headache.

That was in the beginning. Right in the middle of Shadow’s forehead, just above his eyes, it would come and go for weeks before settling into a dull but constant ache. A few painkillers and it would vanish, but then, the very next day, he would swear it would feel worse.

Rouge told him to take a nap. Omega suggested he ‘get a better meatbag.’

Amy worried, and he wished she wouldn’t.

“You can go to the doctor, you know,” she’d say with her brow furrowed and her hands on her hips. “It wouldn’t kill you.”

He’d shaken his head, choosing to ignore the memory of white sterility as he instead focused on the way the sunlight caught her eyes. “It will pass. I am not concerned.”

His sleep suffered, as did his work, as did his patience. Even his gardening fell victim. No matter how he tried, there was a tremble in his hands now. Not a lot, just a little, and always when he was trying to be the most delicate. After one too many a stem snapped in his hands, a pair of garden shears was the next thing he grabbed, and they stuck out of the brickwork of the next-door apartment complex for weeks.

He could see them from his bedroom window, gathering bird shit and rust, and he’d growl at the pain.

Rouge laughed and said he was finally hitting puberty. Omega suggested sparring if he wanted to throw around sharp objects so badly.

Amy worried, and he wished she wouldn’t.

She placed her hands on either side of his face, and he had to work very hard not to melt on the spot as she leaned in.

“It doesn’t look any different… Well, maybe a little swollen? It’s hard to tell. Did you maybe get hit and didn’t realize how bad it was? What’s it feel like?”

“Tunneling.” That was the only word he could pick for it. It felt like something was tunneling into his head.

That was the wrong choice. Shadow knew it as soon as it left his mouth and Amy’s face pinched as she pulled away.

The next time she called to hang out, he did not answer.

He didn’t answer any of her calls the next day either, or the next, or the twenty-seven that came after. Each one served as a reminder of how he was failing, her smiling face on the caller id looking up at him buried itself into his brain. He saw it everywhere, heard his ringer when there was no call. Even without her present, she hovered at his shoulder.

His stomach would turn when he denied the call.

And then she got Rouge and Omega involved.

Shadow should have known it would come to that. The moment he walked into the kitchen and Rouge rushed to hang up the phone, he knew what it was about.

Of course Amy would call her. The fact that they too now were concerned at all should have been an indicator that this was more serious than he was willing to accept, but the fact of the matter was that Omega’s overprotectiveness and Rouge’s sideways glances left him avoiding them both rather than gritting his teeth through their inquiries.

He did accept Rouge’s meds though. She always did have the stronger stuff on hand, all of her old prescriptions kept in their neatly labeled bottles at the far back of the refrigerator.

But then, one day, Shadow heard two low voices in the kitchen. He stayed frozen in the hall, his breath stuck in his chest as Rouge whispered to Amy that he wasn’t okay, telling her he was getting worse, telling her that she was going to see if someone on the medical team could fit him in for an appointment.

Shadow didn’t have to see Amy’s face to know what she thought. He could hear it in her voice, the way the pitch rose and rose, the hitching of her breath snatching her words from her. There was the familiar, heavy thud of her placing a container of foodstuffs onto the counter as she started to cry.

The altercation between the roommates afterward ended with him throwing the pills back into the refrigerator and choosing to sleep atop the apartment complex roof.

Shadow’s gaze burned two more stars into the hot city sky that night. Teeth and fists clenched, he tried to keep his breathing even to quell the fear taking root in his heart.

Amy worried, and he wished she wouldn’t.

But he’d make this right. He’d get better. Amy wouldn’t need to worry about him anymore.

About three months later, after another botched mission, Shadow stood in the GUN headquarters basement bathroom. His hands pressed into the wall, sweat beading on his brow as he took measured breaths through his teeth.

When he tried to look into the mirror again, all he saw was a sickly image swimming before him.

Shadow dropped his gaze back to the sink, letting the world go fuzzy as his eyes started to burn and drift out of focus.

He couldn’t see.

Why couldn’t he see?

Bile burned at the back of Shadow’s throat, and as he swallowed, he bowed his head to wash his face in the sink. The fridged, tinny water only made the shaking worse, made his stomach churn more, and he gagged as he shut the water off and ran a hand across his eyes.

This wasn’t right.

He started to scrub his face.

Nothing was right. He was sick. He couldn’t take care of anyone, let alone himself. This just kept getting worse, and as it did, it took him with it, the pain growing and growing, pulling him apart. He was failing at his life’s mission. He was failing at everything.

And Amy was still worried.

He could still hear her crying from that day at the apartment, could still see her face when she had leaned in to see if she could spot anything. He remembered her breath on his skin and the taunt knot of her brow as she asked, again, for him to take care of himself.

He couldn’t see clearly anymore, but he didn’t need his eyes to see in order to be haunted by hers.

The little bell tone that he had picked specifically and only for her rang and echoed against the tile.

Shadow scrubbed harder, nails raking across his flesh, leaving it red and raw.

Amy worried, and he wished she wouldn’t.

He wasn’t worth the energy.

He wasn’t worth-

There is pain, unlike anything else. It’s white and brilliantly blinding, showering sparks through his brain. The ground is gone. He cannot breathe. His lungs are burning and he feels like he might collapse in on himself like a dying star, sucked in and down and becoming nothing.

And then, he was nothing.

A vast blackness thick with the ringing silence.

Weightless, effortless.

Until there was a hand in his.

There was a hand in his, and he knew this hand. He knew the texture of these gloves, the shape of these fingers, the weight of this palm. He knew the strength it held him with and the ferocity it would continue to hold on with.

He knew this hand, and when it squeezed, he squeezed back.

And Shadow was himself again

All at once, there is too much texture, too much beeping. He could smell the disinfectant all around him, a deadly fog encroaching, and the itching of the adhesive for the electrodes on his chest feeling like the tiny teeth of worms.

And he could not see at all.

His eyes were crusted shut, cotton gauze adhering to the gunk and laying heavy on his brow.

It needed to come off. All of it.

“Shadow?”

He felt her hands cradle his face. Her voice sounded so fragile, brittle and exhausted to the point of snapping.

Shadow’s heart clenched, breath caught in his throat.

He did this to her.

Unacceptable.

Shadow sat up and tore the electrodes out.

Every machine in the room began to wail, and Amy’s own shriek went off with them. She screamed at him to lay back down, to stop, to just be still, and he would not. Shadow ripped the iv from his wrist in a fever all while her hands scrabbled at his own.

The hands grabbing at him did not have the strength they knew they should have been carrying. Her voice, loud and commanding, was gone, almost entirely. How long had he kept her up? How much had she cried, that her throat was so raw she could barely speak? How long had he left her like this, sitting here, watching a body?

He did this to her.

Useless. He was useless. He had hurt her, made her worry.

Shadow scratched at his face. He had to get this damn thing off. He had to see her. He had to apologize now, right now. This was unacceptable. She was never supposed to worry. The feeling of tape ripping from his flesh, taking his quills with it, caused him to flinch, pull back, and-

And suddenly, there was light.

Everything was bright, too crisp, the depth unnerving to the point where he feared he may slip from the bed. Amy’s arms came to catch him as he fell, eyes rolling back, stomach clenching. She is the one who pulled him back to center. She is the one who repeated over and over that he would be alright, gentle nothings tumbling from trembling lips.

But he looked at her, her face so close to his, and she stalled.

Amy took his hands, the bloody gauze clutched tight in his grasp, and laid them to rest in his lap.

Her face, a mass of tears, eyes red and bloodshot, lips worried to shreds. She ran a hand along his quills and he shivered both from the touch and from the pain.

“Oh, Shadow…” Her wide eyes darted across his face. “I promise you’re safe. You’re gonna be alright.”

He tried to blink away the spots, tried to give himself a moment to adjust, but for some reason, he couldn’t. He shut his eyes, could feel them close, could feel the way the lashes bristle and the flesh wrinkle, but he still looked straight ahead at her livid green eyes.

The sound Amy made was soft, like that of something dying.

That was when he spotted it.

Just above her, looming over the bed, a magnifying lens encircled by a light, and there, in the faint reflection, he could see himself.

A low sound, pathetic, like weeping. Grotesque. He burned with it, and the longer it went, the worse the burning got. His jaw, his eyes, his skin, they ached, and the sound only grew louder. It was not until he watched the tears dripping onto his hands that he realized it was him.

It was him. He was crying.

Making this worse.

He could feel them then, trickling down from his forehead, down his nose, along his face with the rest of them.

Salt in the wound.

It burned. It burned.

Shadow sat there, shaking in her hands, forced to watch as she stared, as she ran her hands through his quills and cupped his cheek.

That horrid unblinking eye, now right in the middle of his forehead, forced him to watch her face contort in fear.

Amy, sweet Amy, was so, so afraid.

And, Chaos, he wishes she wasn’t.

#shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #tw // body horror #tw // medical horror #alien hybrid puberty #library #alternative form

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morningstargirl666 · 1 year

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Sneak Peak

Sneak snippet for chapter 27 of TBBW, and I say snippet, but really its a couple of pages - though that isn’t much in the grand scheme of things (yes, it’s turning into another long chapter and I refuse to split this one up, so like, we’ll see how long this one gets).

Sam didn’t notice the change, not at first. The nagging feeling at the back of his mind that something was off.

It started at Caroline’s house, when he decided to make those damn burgers he never got to eat. After the day he’d had, he’d just assumed the craving to eat some good, greasy food was the wolf not so subtly telling him it needed its daily dose of protein. Just scratching an itch for his next fix, if you will. He hadn’t considered he was actually hungry. Like, vampire bloodlust ripper-style hungry. When he pulled over on the way back to the mansion after leaving Caroline’s, just because he saw someone walking down the street, and then proceeded to pounce on them the second he got out the car like some kid of feral cat-

Well, now Sam was considering it.

It didn’t matter that he’d already drunk an entire blood bag on Liz Forbes’ couch with her daughter not two hours earlier. It didn’t matter that he just drained some innocent bystander dry in the middle of the fucking street-

The hunger didn’t go away.

Keira found him in the Mikaelson’s kitchen later, dripping head to toe in blood because he’d killed two more people on the way back, before raiding the Mikaelson’s entire blood store in the fridge, draining that dry too. And it was only then, when his body was still shaking with bloodlust, and the fear in Keira’s eyes matched his own, did Sam finally admit to himself something was terribly, terribly wrong.

Now, Sam wasn’t a ripper. He hadn’t been concerned about the bloodlust part of becoming a hybrid, mostly because Klaus hadn’t been, and Sam trusted Klaus. He’d given him the Vampire 101 with the same annoying sharp-edged bluntness that somehow - Sam had no idea how, Klaus was paradox at the best of times - bordered on gentle, teaching him to feed and most importantly stop feeding, regardless of how bad the hunger got. Sam, having reigned in his temperamental wolf side for most his life, took to the lessons like a fish to water, and when Kiera arrived, she’d given him her own tips which he’d taken to heart, and just like that, the bloodlust part that came with being half-vampire never arose as a problem. So much so, that Sam started wondering what all the fuss was about, even aloud, which often ended with Klaus muttering under his breath about how easy kids had it these days.

(“Surely it was hard for you to fight off the hunger the first time-”

“Well, yeah but-”

“Exactly. Now imagine doing that without someone explaining in your ear what to expect, or how to control it. And then add in the factor you’ve been fighting the bloodlust for weeks, not even aware it is bloodlust, and your control has finally snapped, and maybe, you might be close to what it felt like for me when I tore into my first victim’s neck.”)

Sam had just thought Klaus was jealous that he was better than him at something. Now though, Sam saw it for the warning it was: the greatest illusion is the idea of control. You can’t control bloodlust. You can learn to live with it, learn to fight it, and some are better at fighting it than others - side-eyeing you Stefan Salvatore - but you can never permanently control it. That would be like trying to wrestle a saddle onto a dragon and expecting it not to burn you to a crisp the minute you get close.

So, seeing his hands dripping in blood and still feeling the urge to lick every drop of his skin was certainly a rude awakening.

He’d barely gotten himself together before the Mikaelsons arrived. Kiera had more or less thrown him into the shower, and he’d listened to her talk on the phone through the tiled walls as lines of red water dripped down his face into the drain below, trying to focus on her voice instead of the dozen or so human heartbeats belonging to the people the Mikaelson’s employed. By the time he got out and pulled himself into a fresh set of clothes, her witch, Delilah, was waiting for him, standing right next to Kiera in their bedroom, grey hair twisted into an elegant hairstyle and arms littered with bangles, warm brown eyes kind.

She’d asked for symptoms. Kiera had answered, the hunger building in Sam’s throat stopping him from doing so himself. He spent a good few minutes entranced by the pumping artery in the poor witch’s neck, and it was only when she snapped his fingers in his face, repeating her question and asking if Kiera had left anything out, that he finally tried to concentrate enough to formulate an answer.

Because there was something else, now that he thought about it. The left-side of his chest hurt too, right over his heart, like a pressure was building and Sam couldn’t release it.

Delilah had nodded, brow furrowed, and then quickly began to run some diagnostic spells. Kiera hadn’t questioned what she was doing - the two had known each other for about two and half centuries, and with it came a loyalty that was nigh on unshakable.

(Kiera was Delilah’s daughter’s godmother, and her granddaughter’s godmother, so really, it was a family business at this point)

When Delilah had finally finished all her spells, an answer not immediately on her tongue, Kiera had spoken up, prompting her.

“What is it?”

Delilah had paused, for the first time since Sam had met her, seeming unsure.

“It is…strange.” She had begun. “Physically, there is nothing wrong with you. You are not on the brink of dessication, nor are you recovering from it, and your undead heart is fine, if beating at a slightly higher rate than your vampire counterparts-”

“And magically?” Keira had jumped to ask, familiar with how these things worked by now.

“The pain, the bloodlust… you can feel it, but I cannot sense it, which leaves me to conclude either it is something mentally crippling or…” She had stopped, staring down at him where he sat on the bed, a consideration in her eye, before it snapped into realisation. “...Or it is not his own. An echo, almost.”

As soon as the words had left her mouth, Sam understood. The puzzle pieces clicked into place. Sam may not be dessicating right this second, but they knew someone who was. Or already had.

Klaus.

Sam was starving because Klaus was starving. Magically starved to the point of desiccation. And Sam’s chest hurt, experiencing the symptoms of more or less a heart attack, because Klaus’ heart had stopped.

The realisation had been sickening. Sam had nearly thrown up the entire contents of stomach right then and there. But after the horror and nausea, then came the rage. A fury so hot and all-consuming, that if Delilah’s attempt to dull the pack bond between him and Klaus hadn’t succeeded - therefore dulling his second-hand sympathy bloodlust - he would have punched a hole through Elijah’s face the minute he suggested making a deal with Elena and her merry band of idiots.

As it stood now, Sam wasn’t ruling out punching Elijah in the face just yet.

Can anyone take a wild guess how this chapter is going to end? Lmao

#tbbw #the big bad wolf #klaroline #klaus x caroline #original characters #sneak peak #chapter 27 #fanfiction #klaroline fanfiction #myfics #everyone pray for Elijah folks #he's about to get a rude awakening

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nerdysleepybunny · 2 years

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Here’s a Techno idea I came up with whilst playing mc! :)

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): DreamSMP/MCYT/Minecraft

Character(s): Technoblade

Reader: Gender neutral (You/Your)

TW: None, just fluff!

Style: Short story

Summary: Due to Technoblade being a piglin hybrid, you test to see if giving him gold will cause him to trade with you!

You walked through the Nether portal you had built near Techno’s cabin, your inventory filled with gold bars, nuggets, and other things you acquired on your little adventure. You had built a tunnel filled with torches leading from the basement of Technoblade’s home to the portal, so you wouldn’t have to walk through the freezing snow whenever you wanted to take a trip to the Nether.

Reaching the basement and climbing up the ladder, you noticed your piglin partner near the fireplace brewing potions. You saw this as a perfect opportunity to test your theory. Whilst you were trading with piglins in the Nether, you had thought of the blood god himself, and wondered if he too had an instinct to trade when presented with gold.

��Hey darling, I’m back.” You announced your presence as you took off the gold helmet you brought, Techno responding with a hum, clearly focused on the potions in front of him. Once your no longer needed accessory was off, you went into your inventory and pulled out a few bars of gold before walking up to Techno.

The man immediately melted into your touch as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, he’d clearly been working for quite a while.

“Sorry darl’, I just need to finish these last few potions.” Usually you’d leave him be to his work, but this test simply couldn’t wait (in your mind, at least). So you moved to his side and held 3 gold bars out to him, to which he finally looks at you, glancing between your giggling face (you tried to hold back your laughs, but it wasn’t going very well) and the gold you were offering him.

When he didn’t take the gold and instead stared at you with a raised brow, you rolled your eyes and used your free hand to grab one of his larger ones and dropping the gold on his palm. Technoblade snorted and finally accepted the gold, looking at you with an amused smirk.

“What, you tryin’ to trade with me?” Your look when you realized he caught you gave you away, though you still tried to play it off.

“Pff- Whaaa? Me? Do that? I would never!” Using your hands to better express your sentence and glancing around the room, looking everywhere except his eyes, the piglin hybrid chuckled and set the gold on his work station before getting up and opening one of his chests, looking back at you with a warm smile.

“Take your pick.” You threw your hands in the air with a victorious “yes!” before rushing over to the chest, taking 3 items of your liking. The man shook his head but chuckled, wondering what he’d do with you.

“Thanks Tech, I love you! Bye!!” You yelled before rushing off to who knows where. Gods above, you were going to be the death of him.

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Sankuchuari The Finale to Inseparable - Angst/Fluff/Smut

Fugitive!Predator x Dachande!Hybrid Reader x Chopper!Predator

Summary:It picks up where the previous one (Dachande's Chiva) left off.

Sexual Content:Threesome, doggy-style, missionary position, rutting and breeding.

Dachande's Ship in Space - Location Unknown

While Dachande is resting after having a mental breakdown by finding out that your announced deceased mother is still alive after all these years. Fugi, your chakria is steering the ship searching for a new home who's receiving death glares and disapproving growls from Chopper while your father, rescues your mother from the psychiatric hospital along with Celtic and Scar.

"Why did you sent her away? Do you have any idea, how much pain she was in by your actions?? What did he mean by secret weapon?!" Chopper questioned while flaring his mandibles, in anger. Fugitive spun around flaring his mandibles with a snarl, as he spoke "I did it to keep her safe and protected from my own clan!! It pained me just do so, to ensure her safety... she's my chakria.. my pa'ya-te.. my queen." The two yautja males continue to snarl and growl at each other while flaring their lower mandibles, in a aggressive manner "When I found out that 'this secret weapon' that my clan wanted me to retrieve is my chakria. I couldn't go through with it.. especially, not after everything she's been through with that... pau'jit ooman." Fugitive said with a growl.

"If she didn't show up, when she did.. I probably would've been thei-de.. but at least, she still have you." he added while giving him a knowingly look, causing Chopper to huff at him in disbelief before he spoke "I would stay by her side as a friend, she would never see me in that type of way." earning a head tilt from the hybrid clicking his tusks together with a question "Are you sure, about that? You desire my chakria, m-di? Your in pa'ya-te with her, m-di?"

Meanwhile... back on Earth - The Psychiatric Hospital

Three yautja males roam the halls of the hospital searching for the oomani-di with their cloaking device activated. Which didn't take them long to find Dachande's mother, who is Wolf's mi'esui.. when they found her, she was sitting on the bed repeating the same thing over and over again.

Wolf Predator's P. O. V.

"My nak'ytara will come.. he'll come for me, you'll see..."he heard his ooman mi'esui say over and over again, like a chant "Da'dtou-di.." he said while dropping his cloaking device, so she could see him. When he received m-di response from her, he clicked his tusks in disappointment called out for her again.. which she turned her syra'yte in his direction and said "My nak'ytara will come.. he'll come for me, you'll see.."

Wolf knew that there was something wrong with his ooman mi'esui, the other oomans will pay for what they did to her he vowed as he clenched his fists and growled to himself. The growls came to a halt once his oomani-di call out to him "Wolf?.." it seemed that his growling woke her from whatever dazed trance she was in 'thank Paya' he thought, as he rushed over "It's me.. your nak'ytara, I'm here" he said while pressing himself against her and purred.

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When you woke up and started searching the ship for your chakria to give him a stern talking to for sending you away like he did, even if he was trying to keep you safe and protected. Especially after seeing how huge that Assassin was compared to the three of them but you sure did kicked his ass and bpi-de him, for touching your chakria the damn blue tiger pauk-de.

No one and I mean NO ONE puts a hand on my man like that and gets away with it, not just m-di but oh hell pauk m-di.. c'jit, h'ka-se it's just getting you even more worked up then you already are. When you finally did found him, he was standing face to face with Chopper giving you the perfect advantage to grip a firm hold on one of your chakria's locks and tugged on it earning a startled roar from him.

"Don't you ever try to pull that separation c'jit on me again, do you hear me?" you scolded while wagging a pointed finger at your chakria, who flared his mandibles at you in surprise "For h'ka-se on, we do things together is that understood?"you added. "Sei-i my chakria, ki'sei" Fugitive responded back with a purr "And another thing, don't start that purring thing you do and try to calm me down cause it won't work.." after you said that, he purrs even more getting louder by the second taking it as a challenge "... what were you two talking about earlier, when I walked in?"

This time you were the one that made a noise in, both surprise and shock when Chopper responded with "We were talking about sharing you..." which caused you to squawk, completely baffled by the idea "WHAT¿¡.. what do you mean by sharing me?!"

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"For someone who was acting overly protective back on Earth, when we first met.. your certainly acting immensely calm about this idea of... " you said narrowing your eyes at Fugi while making air quotes with your clawed-hands " 'sharing me' how are you so relaxed over this??" you questioned earning a head tilt and purring from your chakria. "Has he not proven himself as a worthy mi'esui for you, my chakria during my time of absences?" his question caused you to do a double-take, not at all expecting this "Has he not come to your aid in your time of need?" he added with a curious click, as you make a quick glance at Chopper.. who's giving you a hopeful and wanting look, causing you to turn your attention back on Fugitive.

"Of course, he has.. but..." you started to say "..but?" Fugi repeated, wanting you to finish your sentence while Chopper continues to stare at you with the same look on his face. You look at Chopper for a moment then, turn your attention back on Fugitive before speaking again ".. but, I'm your chakria, as you are mine..." causing him to puff out his chest with pride while his purring intensifies ".. and he deserves his own mi'esui-" Chopper answered quickly, shocking you completely "I do not want another... I want you, pa'ya-te." You replied with a question, completely baffled and your dekna wide in confusion as you spoke ".. but I thought you said, you were okay with being just friends?" Chopper's response has you floored " If that is what you wish then, I will remain as such.. but, I would never... in the bpi-de, it's always been you pa'ya-te." he said while pointing at you then, placed both his clawed-hands over his chest with a soft purr.. his way of saying, that 'YOU.. will always have HIS.. heart'.

You don't remember much after that or how you ended up getting sandwiched between the two.. the only thing on your mind was the pleasure of being bred and mated by your two mi'esui. You could feel their rock-kiande ze'pha moving in and out of your wet yoni, Fugitive rutting you from behind with powerful thrusts as you straddle Chopper who's pistoning himself underneath you with needy thrusts.

4 years later... on Sankuchuari

ALRIGHT! *while clasping your hands together* ..fellow readers, h'ka-se that we got you all caught up. H'ka-se we can continue on with the 'give birth scene' isn't that exciting?! the future you announced *while pumping your fists in the air*

"Yeah.. thrilling..." the present you said sarcastically while drumming your fingers impatiently "..it's not like I didn't have anything better to do other then, birthing three pups!" the present you added before cocking your syra'yte to the side "You know, when you so rudely interrupt me and put me on-hold! Who the pauk would have the nerve to put a pregnant woman, who's going into labor on-hold it's the mo-"

Okay, let's wrap this up and move along the future you said *while rushing things along*

'Excuse me, what the pauk?' the present you thought to yourself, as you look to your two mi'esui giving them a pissed-off look "Can you believe this bitch?" clearly agiated by all of this.

Years later...

Starting a whole new clan with your two mi'esui, Fugitive and Chopper on a new planet that hasn't been discovered, yet.. where you gave birth to three yautja hybrid pups, triplets to be exact. Two boys and a girl; the oldest is one hundred percent Fugitive's son that looks exactly like his father name Yeyinde and the second oldest, the middle pup is one hundred percent Chopper's son that looks exactly like his father name Bakuub. While both sons take after their sires, they have your red dekna (when your in your yautja form) but.. the youngest is the daughter of BOTH fathers name Guan-thwei, who looks exactly like you in both forms but has different dekna colors (when she's in her yautja form) one hazel and one yellow.

Not long after your father, Wolf recieved a call from an Elder and leader of the Lost Tribe Clan, Greyback and came home with a yautja pup that your mother insisted on raising the pup, as her own. The yautja pup has reddish-brown skin with black specs and a blue streak going down his front abdomen, he has black dreadlocks and tiny yellow dekna name R'ka-bhu'ja who is Feral and Dahlia's suckling.

------------The Epilogue------------

You were doing your daily rounds of checking-in on your kin, making sure that the newcomers are settled in and if, they needed anything. When you came across R'ka-bhu'ja, who recently passed his chiva and is sitting by himself focusing on polishing a th'syra of an kiande amedha queen. "My queen..." Chopper spoke catching your attention, as R'ka-bhu'ja paused what he was doing ".. they've returned." your mi'esui said with a click catching the blooded-hunter's full attention, who very eagerly wrap up the th'syra tenderly.

Heading towards the port, where the ship had landed... three yautjas wearing their 'awu'asa and dai-shui then, two more figures approach behind them. After greeting the triplets from their mission you then, welcomed the oomani-di and yautja male.. who stood nearly eight feet tall, that has brown and yellow skin with quills on his chest, black dreadlocks and orange dekna wearing very little 'awu'asa "N'jauka to Sankuchuari."

After Guan-thwei part ways with her mei'hsweis, R'ka-bhu'ja walks up to her and gifts her with the th'syra of the kiande amedha queen that he was polishing earlier. Which Guan-thwei accepted the gift with a pleased purr while pressing her syra'yte towards his own, turning him into a purring mess as he does the same.

Yautja Language - English Translation:

Dachande - Different Knife

chakria - life mate

pa'ya-te - love

pau'jit - bastard

ooman - human

thei-de - dead

bpi-de - end

m-di - no

oomani-di - human woman

mi'esui - mate

nak'ytara - protector

Da'dtou-di - Little Knife

syra-yte - head

pauk-de - fucker or fucking

pauk - fuck

c'jit - shit

h'ka-se - now

sei-i - yes

ki'sei - I understand / I agree

kiande - hard

ze'pha - penis

yoni - pussy

Yeyinde - Brave One

Bakuub - Straight Spear

dekna - eye / eyes / eyeball

Guan-thwei - Nightblood

R'ka-bhu'ja - Fire Spirit

chiva - trial

th'syra - skull

kiande amedha - hard meat (Xenomorph)

'awu'asa - armor

dai-shui - Yautja mask

n'jauka - welcome

mei'hswei - brother

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