#for the love of god click to open all of these images are different sizes bc i am a fool

[cosyvelvetorchid]

Buck stumbles on a wedding planning folder on Tommy's computer and has all sorts of feelings about it

This was such an adorable prompt! I loved writing this. Thank you!

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The second Tommy left the house, Buck pulled pulled out Tommy's laptop. He'd mentioned in passing the night before that his grandmother would make him meatloaf when he visited her. He'd had such a fond look on his face when he recalled the memory that Buck immediately knew he was going to make it for him. He'd opened the laptop with the intent on looking up some recipes to surpises him, and as the screen lit up, he saw the folder that that Tommy had left open.

The folder was untitled, and had multiple other folders inside it. 'Taxes', 'insurance', various car manuals littered the screen. But there was one folder that caught Bucks interest immediately.

'Wedding'

Buck stared at the unopened folder. Tommy had told him he had never been married. Maybe it was photographs from someone else's wedding? His finger hovered over the track pad. It would be wrong to open it, right? It would feel like violating Tommy's privacy. Something inside Buck was curious, though. He double clicked, and the folder opened.

It was filled with photographs but they weren't of somebodies wedding. Well, technically, they were, but they were random images of different peoples weddings, alongside stock photos of flowers, table arrangements, decor.. it was Pinterest for the luddite. Buck smiled.

He clicked on the first photo - a simple, rustic looking, 3 tiered wedding cake with cream frosting - and began scrolling across. An antique wooden table decorated with lit pillar candles of differing sizes, a male model in a black fitted suit that made Bucks mouth water at the thought of Tommy wearing, two men stood at an alter with vines of purple and white flowers hanging down above them, a collage of different coloured orchids, a tungsten wedding band..

Tommy, to the outside world, was very squared away. He was well versed in keeping himself together and rarely, if ever, let himself slip. It was one of the reasons Buck felt so unbelievably lucky that he got to see a side of Tommy that nobody else saw. He saw Tommy giggle like a kid in bed late at night over something ridiculous Buck had said. He got to see him with food spilled down his shirt, or his face when he comes apart when Buck touches him in the way that he likes, or when he's sick and hasn't showered for 3 days because he can't get off the couch without wanting to vomit.

However, Tommy did struggle sometimes with being open about his needs. Buck had learned that Tommy had spent so many years having only himself to rely on. It was hard for him to admit his needs or even his wants. But, over the almost year they'd been together, he had begun opening up more and trusting that Evan wasn't going to see him any differently. He wasn't going to think he was less of a man or less attractive. That Evan loved him, and taking care of Tommy's needs was something that he wanted to do.

Still, knowing that Tommy had this collection of ideas filled Buck with more love for him. Tommy was a romantic, Buck knew that, and he'd seen it many times. The man's favourite move was 'Love, Actually' for Gods sake. But even after almost a year, Tommy's softness still wondrously surprised him.

Buck continued to scroll through the images. More random decor - the overarching theme was very rustic. Lots of wood and flowers. Then, an image slid onto the screen that made his smile even bigger.

It was a photograph of Buck. It was taken at the medal ceremony after the famous cruise ship rescue. He was holding the wooden plaque with a big grin on his face. The next photograph was him again. This one, he was in his everyday blues, playing pool at the station, laughing at something. He continued - a selfie he'd sent Tommy from his kitchen where he was covered in flour while making cookies for Christopher's school bake sale, a selfie of the two of them Buck had taken in bed, where Tommy was fast sleep with his face nuzzled into Evans neck, a picture Hen had taken of the two of them smiling proudly with their medals around their necks, and then a photograph of Evan leaning against the fence of Tommy's deck, looking out at the ocean. Buck hadn't seen it before. The shirt he was wearing he'd only bought two weeks ago, so it was recent.

He clicked across to the last image in the folder, and his heart damn near burst out of his chest. It was a receipt from a jewellery store. For a tungsten band.

Buck shut the laptop, quickly placing it on the coffee table. He'd bought a ring. Tommy had bought a ring.

The first feeling that coursed through him was terror. They were 2 weeks away from their first anniversary. It was too soon. Buck was supposed to be impulsive one - Tommy was the calm, patient, and methodical one. But was it impulsive? A year is a long time to some people. Cap and Athena dated, got engaged, and married all in less than a year, so comparatively, it wasn't that short a time span.

The second thing he felt, which he tried to keep down, was excitement. He would be lying if he said he hadn't allowed the words 'Evan Kinard' to flicker through his minds eyes occasionally. It always created little flutters of warmth deep in his belly. This time, he couldn't stop the images of Tommy standing in front of him, placing that ring on his finger. Those flutters in his stomach raced up to his heart, expanding it to a size that was probably not safe.

The third feeling, the deepest and most all-encompassing, was love. And unfathomable amount of love that he didn't think was possible for a human heart to withstand. He loved Tommy - that had been obvious by the second month of their relationship - but in this moment, it suddenly occurred to him that this wasn't just any love - it was the love. Tommy was it. Tommy was his soul mate. Tommy was the sun, the moon, and every single star in the universe. He made Buck see colours he couldn't see with anybody else, sounds and sights that no gadget or gizmo would be able to detect.

And he wanted to marry Evan.

Once the shock of it all began to disapate, it suddenly occurred to him that he wasn't supposed to know about this. He opened the laptop again and clicked out of the folder before putting the laptop back where it was.

Tommy was going to be back from the grocery store any minute. All he had to do was figure out how the hell he was going to act completely normal around Tommy and not go full Buck. He heard the front door opening and he took a big, centering breath before leaving to couch to meet his future husband at the door.

[horanghoe]

until it hurts a little less - part 2.II

MAIN MASTERLIST /// TXT MASTERLIST /// IMAGE MASTERPOST UIHALL [FIRST IN SERIES] /// [UIHALL - PART 2.I HERE.......]

group: TXT

pairing: Yeonbin (Yeonjun & Soobin) x Reader (Fem perspective)

genre: hybrid, angst, fluff, heavy smut, minors dni !!

word count: 39k / split into 2 posts

T/W’s : under the line

A HUGE THANK YOU TO MY FRIENDS & BETA READERS ~ Saffron & @pyeonghongrie & all of MTG and especially the furry babes: @slightlymore @raibebe @starlitmark @wooahaeproductions [extra credit for the above mb!! tysm beeeeeee] @atiny-piratequeen <3 & anyone else I have tortured with brain rot and updates

AUTHORS NOTES - Wow. Thank you everyone for your patience. This has been many many months of chipping away at a small idea to make it into a now infamous [among friend circles] 40k hybrid fic. This draft has gone through a breakup, different jobs, and different living scenarios, phew! Following from the kitty Beomgyu saga the series now dives into new and hot Yeonbin dynamics. I look forward to feedback & interest in a small cuddle pile epilogue and editing of old works to bring them up to date. Lots of love, Wren 🦝💗

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

My Oh My - Camilla Cabello FT. DaBaby

Stuck In The Middle With You - Stealers Wheel

Beast Of Burden - The Rolling Stones

Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin

I Want You to Want Me - Cheap Trick

No Strings Attached (Enemies to Lovers) - Backseat Vagabond

Feel free to suggest others! :>

♡ Trigger Warnings ♡

voyeurism [aka sex in a public place], intimate scenes in an open late-night diner, a third watches with consent and an invite but is named perversive for comedic effect, submissive reader, female POV reader, AFAB reader, female pronouns & genitalia descriptives, occasional degrading words/actions with active consent, height kink, size kink, slight dacryphilia scene, crying [out of the context of sex], mention of unfulfilling ex-partners, sex in the rain(?), mention of blood, sub-mode or trusting others to make decisions after sex [safe, loving, no fear here but do need to warn], choking [mild, not to the point of harm].

hybrid content such as scenting marking and knotting; themes of possessiveness and alllll the animalistic features from that.

All of the above are willing and consenting for every party present (apart from Bangchan/diner staff). If you cannot stomach voyeurism, skip about halfway and you can still enjoy the last half of the fiction. :]

Soobin took the driver's seat - Yeonjun sat, slouched, in the passenger seat of the car as agreed - shrugging off his jacket to throw into the back seat. The fox batted it past him, above you, and onto the floor. 

Boys.

Yeonjun had to breathe from his mouth upon entering. He had hissed under his breath and thoroughly resisted the urge to growl at Soobin, instead pulling his ears back while the insanely sweet smell of your wet cunt against the leather seat underneath him from hours before, and Soobin’s natural scenting of heavy cedarwood, dampened his own much lighter citrusy one. 

Much like an animal; scents worked to establish things like hierarchy, health, sex, age and physical standing within a space, for a hybrid. 

So to enter such a heavily-marked one and lose his own presence and stature in the process was quite disarming. 

Not to mention you were ovulating and smelt like God's nectar; at peak time to be bred, which he intended to take full advantage of.

It was a relatively clean car. Actually, it was very clean, considering you had only ever been in a car with 3 other males of varying states. You didn’t particularly make a habit of it, but life had worked out so that the counter now ticked up to 5.

What you didn’t pick up on, was the air con being clicked down to low, or the burning eyes that the boys gave each other. 

Yeonjun stopped it from going lower than 1 - to flush out the suffocating smells that made his cock throb already - Soobin meanwhile, remained intent on hotboxing until everybody was marked by him. Even the fox. 

A spark flew between their eyes for a brief moment, but in the back, alone with thoughts wondering, you tried to break the silence, none-the-wiser.

“So - where are we going?” Your shaken from nerves, but positively excited voice called out from behind. 

It felt small in such a big car. 

Like you were speaking openly in a cathedral. Your voice bounced back at you and made you cringe in its wake. You weren’t sure your presence was appreciated in this space yet.

You shouldn’t talk - the nerves said. You should only listen here.

Soobin peered at you in the mirror, offering a dimpled smile. You eased, if only a little. Shoulders shrugging forward.

“Wherever you want, gorgeous.” 

Warmed at the softness in his husked voice, you bashfully looked away from the mirror. 

It had started to rain. Pat pat pitter pat. Soobin rolled his window from half-mast to completely closed and started the car. 

Gentle heat - again, hands swatted to set it to increasingly low levels until it rested at level 2; warm but not suffocating - started to blow from small vents in the lush interior doors.

“Ooo - cosy.” Yeonjun yipped happily - in amusement, but mostly sarcastically - to himself.

Soobin rolled his eyes. Quickly snatching the cigarette pack from Yeonjun's busy foxish hands and stuffed them in his door.

“No smoking in my car either, you nasty street fox. I just got it cleaned.”

Yeonjun made an offended noise, yipping something about losing his lifeline, how he never got it cleaned for him, before crossing his arms and slouching further in a pathetic display of defeat.

“You’re quiet back there.” Yeonjun shot, gruffly, to the back of the car, peering behind the seat… Like a kid who just had his iPad taken away so now he had to talk to the other passengers. Reluctantly. “You made your mind up yet where you wanna go, doll?”

Truly, it was a front. 

He was restless and wanted to move away from this place to stop the ache in his chest and cock. 

Plus, your nerves were starting to bother him. 

You weren’t innocent per se, but you were an anxious prey type in need of calming, in the most physical and overriding sense. He could taste it on his tongue - maybe not as strongly as Soobin - but he was bothered by the sourness.

Four eyes drew to you in the silence.

Two from the ceiling mirror, blown wide. Two from the seat in front pinched tight.

“I don’t - I don’t - umm…” You froze, muttering uselessly before a shrug fell from you, and you writhed your hands between your knees. 

“You sure you wanna do this, Y/N?” Yeonjun questioned, carefully, with suspiciously squinted eyes. “If you wanna pull out, now’s the time to do so.”

“Yeah, I umm -” You cleared your throat. 

Squeezing your fists between your thighs, and your thighs to your fist. 

The idea of being watched, smelt, tasted, touched by these men - it was fucking you up to the point of not being able to think.

“I’m pretty sure. Yeah, I err - I think so. Yeah.”

You puffed a breath, heart hammering against your ribs. Touching your warm face and looking down to pick at your nails. 

“I want it. You. Two. You two.”

Soobin smiled to himself. Yeonjun was going to eat you up with all that coyness on full display. Soobin found it cute but knew his friend to be a little more… depraved in his tendencies. And it's true, his friend's heart pounded as his cock did. 

Soobin was a little better at making decisions for his pets, though.

“Do you want us to pick a place, little one?” Soobin asked, voice and eyes low. “Or can you be a good pet and answer our question?”

Well, Soobin had never referred to you as his pet before. And especially not in such a soft-dom way. You didn’t know how much of an effect it would have on you. 

“I’m not - I don’t know -” You tugged a little on the seatbelt across your chest, breathless. “Can we even - can we fit in this car? Can we even do that?”

Yeonjun grinned. 

“Depends how much of a rush you’re in, doll. In the car, on the car, around it. We could go back to ours? Or tag team in a hotel. Break back on the hood. And we can’t get you pregnant - as much as we’d love that - so it’s not like we need to go anywhere first. All depends on you, gorgeous.”

You shot him a glance. Only a very quick one. A bad idea for you. 

The fox had turned on the console to face you. His eyes were a burning orange, like the outside of his ears, the black in the low light swallowed by the dimming evening. He was beautiful, asking you a question, staring at you directly; and you were stunned.

You instantly shot your chin to your chest, shaking it. Forced to squeeze your hands to the seat to calm yourself against the blood pumping in your ears. 

You forced yourself to speak. Imploding at the pressure.

“The cars good!” You squeaked. “I just - I don’t know where!!”

Yeonjun laughed fully, small chitters sounding. He shuffled to sit upright and turn back into his seat, only to slide down just as Soobin slipped into gear and began rolling out onto the main road, away from the diner.

“Good job baby.” The dog grumbled, concentrating on driving. “Don’t worry, I know a place.”

“We know a place.” Yeonjun corrected. “Get comfy pet, it’s a bit of a drive.”

You puffed out a huge exhale. Lungs burning and dizzy as you melted into the seat. 

It took mere seconds for Yeonjun to note the shaking of your skin against the cool leather. 

He tugged Soobin’s jacket up off the floor and placed it on you with a wink. Before removing his outer sweater without a word, but patting it over your lap as you gratefully held it over the goosebumps. 

Surrounded by them.

Bathing in the calm, before the storm.

“We’re here,” Soobin announced to the group, after a solid half hour of fast-winding mountaintop driving between trees and sea. “Still raining. No one here as usual.”

You had pulled into what seemed to be a campsite parking lot. Probably only used in the summer; as parking wasn’t charged during the winter, according to the big red signs against nearby trees.

“You ready beautiful?” Yeonjun had smiled, his head back against the seat and watching you as you looked out the window. His voice was low, ears dipped along with his eyes. “Still nervous?”

You were nervous, but fighting it to the best of your ability. 

“Yeah - I am, a little. I’m not sure why. I trust you though, just… Something has me on edge, is all...”

Yeonjun's tongue went to the corner of his mouth in a smile.

He knew why. You were stuck in a confined space with two predators. One of them had already smothered his scent glands in your neck all evening. The other, more orange one, was aching to do the same.

He found it adorable that you hadn't yet joined the dots; or got to the stage of understanding your instincts.

“Well, I'm glad you feel comfortable enough around us to do this. ‘Bout time for you to come sit in the front, hmm?”

Your body flushed with heat, chin dipping. Yeonjun yipped a small harmless laugh. He leaned over the console with his languid torso to catch your downcast eyes.

“Come on. I don’t bite sweetheart.” He smiled. “Not a fan of breaking glass, after all. Come on, it will be fun. We stop whenever you want. Alright?”

You nodded, bracing yourself for the cold and wet sky with a puff of air before diving out the door on the driver's side and running around. The boys both clicked their seats back, and as the cold air hit his body Yeonjun held open the door and wilfully manspread to allow you room to climb over him in the space.

Although it was a little awkward to fit; you managed to bend at an angle and shuffled into the front passenger seat atop Yeonjun with altogether surprising ease. Your head hadn’t even hit the ceiling yet. Nor had you crushed the male beneath you as you feared you might. 

Then again, this car was rather tall. And long.

For a moment you were still rushing with the adrenaline you felt in the back seat. But very quickly, you realised what position you had found yourself in - agreed to, suggested - and you flushed hot under the skin.

The door closed with a clack. And suddenly there was no more room to breathe.

Within an instant, you became wary of every single movement. 

You weren’t in the safety of your comfy back-view anymore. 

No. 

Now, you were face to face with the fox. Your knees pressed to the seat between his legs, snug between the thighs that stretched taut from the pull of his crotch. He was tall, even when laying down. 

You weren’t sure where to put your hands. Or where to look. You placed them on his chest, on the seat; either way was suffocating-ly close. As you wavered above him, Yeonjun smirked. And lifted in his reclined position, cornering you on the roof of the car with wide eyes and a racing heart.

“You smell like a bunch of nerves, gorgeous. I like my cherries sweet before I eat them.”

It was a statement, not a question. And a provocative one at that. His breath washed over your face and you weren’t sure where to look. Your lungs burned from such tension until you could do nothing but stare down into his chest. 

“Breathe, Y/N.” A deep voice rattled beside you. “You’re okay.” 

You inhaled quickly, gasping some short breaths at Soobin's command. 

His eyes were dipped. And he was palming himself through constricting jeans. Your chest squeezed at the thought of him jumping your bones. And while you weren’t aware of it, the guys had started to ground you in more unfamiliar ways.

“Thank you, Binnie.” You mumbled, thankful, if a little dizzy. Still unsure where to look.

As you turned to the driver's side to thank the Pinscher, Yeonjun took aptly the opportunity to ease you into him; and found purchase on your skin. 

“Come here, my skittish little Doe.”

At first, you did resist. Mostly out of nerves.

But it soon became impossible. His pull was intoxicating; and you wanted them both, regardless of the nerves fluttering in your belly.

Yeonjun's tongue swirled hot and heavy against your ear. Biting and sucking at the soft skin of your jawline. And the moan that fell from your lips as he licked and sucked a hickey over the one he had placed before was carnal. 

It provoked a weakness in your knees that caused you to fall onto him. Like a dove falling from flight.

He caught the curve of your ass with a strong forearm, flexing his thigh to keep you up and sitting on top of him, knees pressing into the console. Your mini-skirt had pulled up high and you were just about keeping your eyes open.

Soobin groaned; infatuated with how quickly Yeonjun had pulled you apart at the seams.

“Pretty deer; no wonder you’re so scared of me.” Yeonjun purred into your skin, catching it between his teeth, “I couldn’t get this close to you in the diner. You've been smothered by a wet. Fucking. Dog.” 

Soobin growled protectively. And curled his lip in distaste. 

"Good. If you don't like it, you should scent her."

"Working on it." Yeonjun grit back.

Yeonjun licked a stripe up your neck in repeated slow lengths until he landed on your pulse. 

When you moaned and he felt the pump pump against his tongue muscle; he grinned wide, testing with a soft suck. You keened, almost breathless, and gripped onto his arm for support. 

“Found it.”

For a split second; you panicked. Aware that he could bite into and tear out your jugular with ease as such a fine specimen of a hybrid. 

Instead of his grip on your stomach growing tight, he simply gripped the hair at the base of your skull, guiding you back until your neck was revealed.

Yeonjun wasted no time in babying you as the pheromones hit his nose; instead, he set to work and nursed a newer bruise over the one already blooming behind your jaw; trailing down to your shoulder. 

He paused to lift your arms, gripping them gently to drag your small shirt off and wrap an arm over the curve of your back; secure and grounding. While he palmed at your chest with his free hand; hard nipple making you flinch as he rolled it over his palm.

You felt a little uneasy but tried so badly to ignore it. Reaching for his hand and linking your fingers. “Relax, baby ~” He purred into your ear; licking and biting at your jawline until your cunt throbbed, jaw slack and eyes fighting the close of ecstasy. “You’re so safe ~”

He considered for a moment what it was he was doing. 

What it meant for him, to scent you.

But just as quickly he dismissed his doubts; pushing the crown of his head and his ears against your throat and chest while he gently chittered. Rubbing his cheek onto your hot skin and over your shoulders. His eyes closed, and he was so gentle for you that it made your heart ache. 

Relaxing slowly into him; you slid your fingers into his hair to hold him there and rest your face on his hair. He hummed; running his lips over your collarbone. And chittered at your exhaled sigh, pulling back to see your face.

He was pleased with what he saw.

"Feeling better gorgeous?" Yeonjun checked in, dotingly. 

He swiped a hair behind your ear and neck to leave sharp-toothed kisses in his wake. He was becoming a little more messy with his kisses, now that he knew you could handle it. 

“A little more relaxed? Less on edge? Less afraid of me?"

You moaned a soft nod, accepting the kiss from the corner of your eye. "Mmhmm…" You groaned. And rested your forehead on his. 

“Junnie ~,” Yeonjun practically purred at your breathy moans, nose and lips still pressed against your skin. “I feel so much better.” His arms drew around your back, pulling your belly flush to him while he held you.

Your bodies were warm together, and the air hung thick like fog on a wet stormy day to the point that you had to open-mouth breathe just to get some air into you. Not to mention your brain felt like mush. And the windows - they were fogged thick.

“F-f-f-fuck -” You managed. 

You groaned softly and tried to shake the haze out of your mind. But it didn’t seem to budge. 

“What is this-? How did the two of you-? When-?”

You couldn’t formulate the words. But it was okay. He knew what you meant. Knew that you were asking about the heaviness in your lungs. The aching you had probably started feeling. The deep throbbing in your cunt that wet your thong at an abhorrently fast pace.

“Scented you, angel. Like Soob said; it should help with the nerves.” Yeonjun faux bit at the spot; canines scraping at your skin as he sucked tactfully. You moaned, keening towards him. 

He released all too soon; “Now both Soobin and I have a share. And you shouldn’t feel so anxious near me. Maybe even -” 

You were sure if the devil could speak it would be through the lips of Choi Yeonjun.

“- you should relax. Let me take care of you, doll.” 

Yeonjun smirked, a tooth caught on his bottom lip. He didn’t need to hear you speak, though he gave you a moment to try. The silence answered him plenty. Your legs had started to rub together for something to touch your throbbing cunt. And a hand soon found purchase cupping you over your underwear, hard-on pressed to your ass and thigh after the fox angled his hips upward.

You moaned, watching as Soobin's eyes drew to the hand slipping beneath your skirt. Before holding Yeonjun’s arm that pressed a palm against your core. You pressed down against it gratefully; sighing at the pressure that struck pleasure within your bones. 

“Junnie-” You found yourself moaning openly, with no shame in sight. Just as they liked. You whimpered for more.

Yeonjun's arm flexed in response; long fingers pressed at the wet fabric of your opening over the fabric of your underwear; only to slip his hand down further, then drag the edge of his palm back up; lip bit and watching your face as you pooled into his body. Your eyes had squeezed shut, mouth agape and moaning openly. 

“God, you’re so pretty.” He groaned, meeting the dazed eyes that turned to him. 

Your whole body practically twitched when he dragged up your clit. Cupping the jaw that reached for his face, the kiss instantly matched in intensity while you scrambled to find purchase. He pulled his hand down to drag upward and press against your clit again, and your moan caught in your throat.

“Kiss me, pretty girl.” He purred, small yips sounding from his chest. And so you did. Moving to place your forearm on his chest, meeting him for the deepest kiss yet. Encapsulated by him, until you parted and drool pooled onto his shirt. 

Yeonjun wiped your mouth, before grabbing you again, right as he pushed up hard against your cunt and dragged. You cried out, moaning into the kiss and gyrating on his palm.

Soobin was ready to burst. But God he loved you far too much to bust just yet. Instead; he did the next best thing. 

The zip and release pop of the popper that sounded beside you snapped you out of the kiss; Yeonjun tugged you up and manhandled you to press against your belly; ass to his crotch, your back to his chest and mouth attached to your neck. Small in his hold.

Soobin groaned, his lips twitching and ears pulled back. Finally, he sighed. His hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, releasing from the jeans with a few firm pumps. Lip bit and head rolling back with a firm groan. 

At the same time; Yeonjun's palms gripped and massaged your chest. Teasing your nipples with gentle then heavy drags.

His nose prodded at your cheek as you squirmed, forcing you to look at Soobin - as if you hadn’t been maintaining tension for what felt like hours already. 

“Sit pretty for me doll.” 

Yeonjun chuckled in a husk into your ear; sweat beading on his forehead at the struggle - both at the attempt to maintain control and the bicep strapped over your hips to keep you from moving - biting at you with a tongue-pressed devilish grin. His other hand moved to press down on your pubic bone. Not close enough. A lick into your ear made you moan. 

Soobin thrust with a deep groan into his fist, thighs tensing and in his own private mental arena. But your head had begun to throb. And it coincided with every pump of his cock. You would have put together the pieces, were it not for you being deep into a foggy mindset.

Not that you had any complaints. This felt good.

“Binnie -” You moaned aloud and at length with an open mouth, head thrown back from Yeonjun's heavy petting into the crook of his neck. 

The boys smirked. Particularly Soobin. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the impression felt as his dimples pressed his cheeks and he shook his hair, tongue caught in the side of his mouth. 

Being a young hybrid in his prime, a true example of health; his power in the car combined with Yeonjun's made your brain and cunt throb desperately. 

“Open the window, you Dog,” Yeonjun smirked at his friend, playfully twisting your nipple between his fingers; pressing his cheek and nose to your jaw. “Be careful or you’ll end up flushing her out.”

You had heard that term before when speaking to a nurse about hybrid females. When they’re scented to the point of their own temporarily disappearing, a hybrid becomes infatuated and malleable. Their equivalent to a sub-space.

Soobin's dimples deepened. “Good.” And set pace. “I want our little pet to feel it in her guts when I cum.”

He lay back, with his fist wrapped around his base and the other holding his balls, to thrust with grunts at the fastest pace you had maybe ever seen, tongue caught on his teeth. 

He was doing it to make a point. To show you that the pressing presence you had been feeling on the edges of your being, was very real. That if he wanted you to come, you would. If either of them wanted you to fall apart, they could make it happen.  

A wave of carnal desire; a pure hunger you didn’t know you were able to experience; overcame you so suddenly and so violently that your bones started to shake. Never had you been this eager to fuck. Didn’t think it was possible. 

“Wa- fu- fu - fuck, please, I wanna cum, I wanna cum so bad -” You just about cried out in plea to the fox; grip on Yeonjun's bicep under your arm almost painful.

Quickly, Yeonjun slipped a hand into your panties - using a small apology of ‘sorry, I guess forget the warmup’ and slipped his gifted-ly long fingers to slip 2-thick in a curl up to your belly, the edge of his palm swiping over your clit delightfully heavy - and reached for the window with the other, slipping it down halfway.

It didn’t take Soobin long to cum.

The sound of Yeonjun's hands slapping sloppily, palm-to-soaked-cunt, and your debauched and corrupted moans and whimpers, along with your exposed chest from all your writhing, sent Soobin on a spin. Cock thick and leaking from beginning to end.

You weren’t doing too good yourself. 

In fact; you were doing amazing.

Placated only by Yeonjun yowling gently, holding you to him and shushing against your neck. He did his best - aka, the best - to ground you. He chittered at your needy, dumb-fucked mind. Allowing you to sit up to thrust down onto his hand.

The smell of rain began to enter the car; the concern of dampness flashed across your mind before Soobin moaned.

“Ah - fuck, Y/N - fuck - you feel that?” He was near his peak, and Yeonjun couldn’t stop himself from biting his lip to moan as you essentially got yourself off on his fingers; over his long cock snug up between his jeans and your ass. 

You nodded, desperately grinding for a release, tears wet in desperation on your cheek. 

“Fuck - gonna come baby girl. You want it? Pretty girl wanna come? I could wait -”

“I want - I want it - wanna - cum - want - it-” 

The final begging pushed him over the edge. Humping atop his friend like a rabbit.

Soobin groaned, hips stuttering into three more solid pumps as you squeezed your legs shut, lying back without breathing as Yeonjun pumped his fingers as a curl with loud slaps until your cunt dripped white on his jeans. You cried out at the exact moment Soobin came in his fist, tears on your cheeks and fist white on Yeonjun's arm. Not unlike the endless amount of cum that spat from between Soobin’s knuckles, onto his legs.

If there’s one thing you did know; it’s that when hybrids cum, they cum a lot.

Your body was hot. Hips twitching and mind spiralling. Your cunt squeezed Yeonjun's fingers until they were taken out, circling the entrance until you whined, a big glob of a tear falling down your cheek in ecstasy.

“Well done, you did good,” Yeonjun hushed you. 

You didn’t react, head dizzy and grip weak. 

You flopped down onto Yeonjun's chest, willingly, to pant like you had just run a fucking mile. 

"Ngh - Junnie -"

"Take it easy, gorgeous. Catch your breath."

Both your foreheads knocked together into his kisses to bathe in some love as you recovered, head buzzing and cunt full. Eyes closed and breathing shallow. 

Soobin's movement flickered Yeonjun's ear against the seat, whooshing air into your face. He had been quiet; observing.

He grabbed, messily, a fistful of dry wipes to clean his hands with. Never particularly keen on his own cum ending up on his lips.

“Stupid mutt.” The fox hissed, still nuzzling your hair. Listening to your puttered moans and sighs. “Hope you feel better after that? Almost flushed her out completely. Then how would she of fucked? Poor thing. How do you know she even wanted that?”

Soobin peered over, post clarity striking some guilt into his chest when he was met with the vision of your fist curled into your lips and face hidden onto his friend's chest.

The rain picked up enough for Soobin to roll up Yeonjun's window from his side.

The dog scoffed, and flipped the band of his boxers back up over his cock, for the meantime. He adjusted in his seat, stretching his upper back and jaw. Satiated. Rolling his neck back on the headrest to glare, eyes low, into Yeonjun.

“She wanted it. Trust me.”

He ruffled his fringe, in the pulled-down front mirror, eyes meeting yours to the side.

“Didn’t you gorgeous?”

He tilted his head at an angle, ears flopped to the ground. He squinted at you, gauging your mood. Smile careful.

You smiled against your fingers. Instantly matched by the tongue at the corner of the hound's mouth; dimples deep as he leaned back into his seat. 

"See." Soobin chuckled. Tongue to the edge of his smile. "Baby wants it, hmm? Wants her mind to be fucked until she feels like jelly?"

You nodded. And smiled behind your hand as wide as Soobin did.

Yeonjun's glare softened and he chittered gently when you rose; elbows to his chest.

“What are you up to; pretty Doe?” The fox purred. Playful suspicion was written all over his face, tail curling around your knee. Ears back.

But you just bashfully blinked your wet eyelashes at him; and held his shoulders to grind down slowly; at the exact same time as you kissed him and pulled away. You did it again. And again, and again. Each slow, heavy drop paired with a messy, dragging kiss.

Yeonjun groaned loudly, tongue to his gum in annoyance. A muscle in his jaw ticked; a reaction you had never seen from him before. 

You rested your weight down to grind in quick motions; wetting his lap as his fingers dug into your thighs.

His eyes squinted, pupils thin as slits. 

Yeonjun gave you a sore and open-palmed warning swipe up and against your thigh; hissing at you through grit teeth.

“Keep teasing me and you’ll get a bite on your throat, dumb little pet.” 

His sharp, low voice made you smile; you were enthralled. Nerves tingling like electricity beneath your skin.

Claim marks were permanent issues of trust; a literal bite into one's skin. The idea of leaving one so obviously front-facing was abhorrent and filthy, and it suited him.

You smiled against your hand, giggling. Biting at the knuckle of your ring finger as he bucked up. Soobin smiled at you lovingly as you fell into Yeonjun's chest; cunt pressed to his crotch. He held your hips there for a moment; biting at your exposed shoulder, keeping you giddy and scent-high as he tactfully shuffled his jeans down; no underwear in sight as you bit your lip.

“You ready to get fucked dumb, our precious little fawn?” Yeonjun mumbled, then kissed your cheek; not opposed to your face hiding from him. Nose in your hair. Palming your ass so that your slick covered his cock and your thong caught between skin.

You couldn’t stop grinding; clit rubbing against his large cock and coating his length in slick. Breath small and panting. Your nipples were so sensitive between his pinched fingers; the back of your neck tingling with warmth.

“Junnie - Yes - Want it -” You moaned, eyebrows low and knuckles in your mouth, consumed. Relying on him completely.

A hand gripped your scalp; your head was tugged backwards.

“Mind if I take those panties, pet?” Soobin smirked. "Just need to do a little health check." 

The hand belonged to Soobin.

He didn’t actually want them; nor was he entirely bothered by your seemingly okay health - at least at first - he just wanted to see you shy away. 

He was getting hard again already; seeing you manhandled. And released your hair upon your nod.

He really could do a health check anyway, so what was the harm?

You nodded, moaning as Yeonjun sucked at your nipple; “Here -” Yeonjun mumbled, and gripped under your skirt from behind to begin tearing at the fabric. It took three solid rips to unhook you; soaking fabric caught by Soobin with a slop. 

Immediately, his face buried into it. You shivered at the air that hit your cunt; aware that the two of them were gifted, but surprised by the length that met you as you ground down again.

A deep, guttural growl rattled the seat beside you. And the vibrations made your muscles ripple; hips lifted via Yeonjun's grip on your waist alone; cock swiped against your dripping thighs and entrance before pressing up and into you. 

You lost your breath immediately; choking on moans as the head of his cock pressed into your warmth, a deep stretch and ache pulling towards your belly as Yeonjun sunk your hips patiently; head back against the headrest and eyes barely open.

“You better fuck her deep, and slow,” Soobin growled; eyes blown fearfully wide and teeth grit. Nose firmly inside the dripping fabric gripped in his hand; “Little fawn came to us for help on her first rut season.”

"I knew it." Yeonjun groaned. Gritting his teeth to speak. “She’s been sick and needy the entire day.”

It’s true; you had been. Fiending for attention. Grasping at them whenever you could. Burning up from beneath the skin. Sick with lust.

You sat up more; whimpering as Soobin's growls caused your entire mind to fuzz over; leaving little resistance to Yeonjun's thick, curved cock to tilt, slick dripping down his thigh. By the time you sat to the hilt; you were practically drooling.

“Stupid kitty didn’t even tell you it was happening, did he, gorgeous?” Soobin snarled. You shook your head quickly, whimpering. 

“It - we fucked through the first one, but - he said - it might come back -”

The fox wrapped his arms around your waist and held you against him with impressive strength. Pulling you to sit up higher than before. 

Yeonjun was snug in your gut, but neither wanted to proceed before checking in with you first. 

His heart pattered at the thought of you coming to them for help. More selfishly him. 

“Do you feel sick at all?” Yeonjun asked; voice incredibly gruff; holding you still. You eased into his arms; elbows over his shoulders and hands in his hair. “Any pain? Anywhere?” 

“No, Junnie.” You whimpered; shifting as he pressed a kiss to your collarbone. “I just feel so needy -”

The dog chuckled. “No wonder you've been smelling like a fucking candy shop, angel.” 

Yeonjun groaned, gripping you even closer with his biceps. “Quit squeezing me so hard for a sec doll; this is important.”

You closed your eyes, breath laboured and a warm pleasure seeped into your stomach. But you tried your best to listen and relax, for him.

“Soob - please take over. The babe’s cunt is squeezing me so tight I can't think straight.” 

Yeonjun pleaded; tone tight while he spoke.

“You’re in good hands now. Just try and listen carefully, okay?” He whispered, before sighing and burying his face into your chest. Holding on with every fibre in his being. You rested on top of his head; thumbing at the inside of his soft ears. Fuzzy and warm at his beautiful scent being so close to your face.

The dog held the underwear to his face one last time on a solid inhale before moving it only the slightest bit away.

“Do you know anything about Doe rut cycles, Y/N?” He questioned. Low, calm. 

Of course, you shook your head. And Soobin growled.

Soobin grew annoyed. Annoyed that he had to explain something so vitally important while you sat there so pretty; full of cock and trying your best to listen. Annoyed now that Beomgyu’s selfishness had reached beyond their initial sphere of influence. Annoyed that his friend had truly done the bare minimum to care for you, through the transition and out the other end.

“I’m sure you and Beom fucked recently, right?”

You moaned wistfully; a yes. 

“And it felt good; maybe better than ever before?”

“Y-yes Junnie…” You whispered, gasping as Yeonjun adjusted in his seat.

“Good job paying attention, gorgeous.” Soobin chuckled gently and grumbled a content growl. You were really trying; despite your body likely being furnace-heat and mind full of nothing but the want to be full of cum. You openly moaned at the praise.

“But it wasn’t enough? No matter what; you just couldn’t hit that spot?”

Another nod. Bashful, this time. Soobin's mind wandered, briefly. Images of you unable to satisfy yourself; no doubt sniffed out by such an incompetent fool. 

“Right. It only gets triggered once a year for you, thankfully. But a Doe’s cycle will repeat until they feel bred enough. You’ll feel like this until you get fucked dumb, little fawn. And you want it, don’t you angel? Want Junnie to come in you, fuck you slow - want me to plough you until you can’t feel those legs anymore, hmm?”

Yeonjun was, at this point, smiling in humour against your skin. Wicked in mind as your body struck the hottest he’s felt yet. Cunt tight and like a furnace around him. You were breathless. And you nodded with urgency.

“Yeah - I do Binnie, I do -”

The dog chuckled, fabric back to his nose. 

“For that kind of fucking; well… You’ve come to the right hybrids.” 

Yeonjun smirked. “Damn right.”

“That want you have, that pulsing desire seeps off of your body until one of us smells it.” Soobin groaned; fluttering his eyes shut for a second, before continuing. “The reason we would want to place a claim on such a pretty little thing. Is so you don’t get hurt. Or hunted. It’s a bond more permanent than love, Y/N. And a massive step to take.”

“I know -” You moaned; eyebrows creased. Yeonjun peered up; placing soothing biting kisses to the scent-marks on your pulse. He was becoming sensitive to your unease. “- I want it badly, Binnie. Want you both, Binnie… Wanted it since April… Since last year…”

Last April - when you had been turned. That meant that the connections between you all; had indeed been deeper than a crush. Soobin puffed a sympathetic whine. He felt your need, as much as Yeonjun did. Sharp ears dipped low.

“Since last April, sweetheart? You’ve been waiting on us all that time?” The dog mumbled, his voice dipped in a vulnerability that was as rare as gold to see.

“Mmhm…” You nodded desperately; eyes watery as your emotions dipped out. Yeonjun nuzzled you; arms tight to not tease any movements; ears folded the entire time. And you held onto his strong shoulders. “I- I love you both...” Overwhelmed by the emotions that you - all - had buried and tucked away for months. So desperate to move you felt dizzy. Slick now seeping down Yeonjun's thighs and onto his seat. 

Soobin watched you for a moment. It was so obvious now that he felt a fool. 

“You ready to make that kind of commitment, June?” The Doberman whispered, softly. “It's sudden. We don't know if it'll work out.”

“Like nothing before.” The fox confirmed; teeth grit in concentration. “It will. We'll make sure of it.”

“Good. You’ve got us both, little fawn. As long as you want us.”

You felt like crying. Ready to burst at the seams. Panting.

“Please Binnie… I need to cum… Please…” 

Soobin laughed, coming back from his mental distraction; “Good job. You can move now angel.”

It didn’t take you more than a second to start moving. 

You were simply stuffed full; head full, mouth agape. Shifting; grinding; cunt tight and heartbeat strong against Yeonjun’s cock. Your puttered sighs grew desperate as he simply held you upright. Allowing you to ride out the need for friction.

Every lift and grinding down of your hips was small in movement; more for you than him. But your cunt was flexing tight and a warmth in your muscles told him exactly how soon you were going to cum.

“So soon?” One, sharp, angled orange eye glared up at you from the nose pressed to your skin. You felt exposed. Like he could see through to your guts. 

He lifted your jaw to kiss under your chin, grip still solid on your hips. 

“Precious, needy, little cock-dumb fawn ready to burst already?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, moaning with a gasp and warmth spreading through your stomach and thighs; eyes closed and melting into Yeonjun as he curved your back with his forearms; nuzzling at your chest. 

“I need it, I’m s-so full -” You gasped, fingers gripping his shoulders as he held you down; jaw wide and sharp points against your collarbone. “Please, Junnie, feels so good -”

The fox purred, and you gasped a moan, a shiver striking down your spine and a tightness spreading through your pelvis. He had dipped; before thrusting a minimal amount.

“Come apart then, gorgeous.” He hissed, encouraging your hips to grind down on him. And you really were so, so close.

But you were holding out on him. He could tell. 

“What is it? What do you need?”

You moaned at his gruff voice; “Want a mark Junnie… Please, I need it - I want to be yours - want to be Binnie’s - please Junnie, I love you -”

Yeonjun's ears peeled back before his lip curled and irises pinched. He looked feral. Soobin nodded at his friend's side-eye for permission; granted in trust that you were a prize to share. You were warbling but stopped as soon as Yeonjun faced you. 

His look was wicked. 

Adrenaline washed over you and you pushed down until you were full of stars spattering pleasure into the back of your vision. Yeonjun kept your skull in his perfect position.

It was clear the fox was about to stick to his promise.

“Scream for me, little Fawn.”

Your breath caught as Yeonjun dove forward and his canines sunk into the middle of your neck; at the front of your throat. With experience; he had skillfully avoided piercing your jugular. 

Even Soobin tensed for a moment, but ultimately gripped his cock and groaned at the blood that split like rivers on his friends' gums; jaw locked and arms encircling your shaking form. You gripped his scalp and wide shoulders in a wicked embrace and cried out; pain muddling with ecstasy as you came hard, cunt pressing against the length inside of you; shaking, moaning, mind striking white.

To no surprise at the intensity of your orgasm; Yeonjun came as well. Very quickly you felt his cock pulse and he groaned, moaning loudly, holding your hips to jut up into you. He released thick cum in three intense loads; forcing you to move as you orgasmed, sounds lewd and wet inside the car.

Yeonjun pressed filthy wet licks to your exposed throat with a slack jaw, wide tongue and sharp lower teeth digging into your skin. There was quickly drying blood on his teeth and a wild look in his eye. But he was in control; and helped you ride it all out.

You were full of cum and slick; tensing your cunt just to see it push out over his cock and move to fuck it back in.

Your eyes pressed shut and your moans grew loud and broken. A fuzzy warmth spread through your back and thighs until you melted; burying your nose into Yeonjun's hair as he released his hold on your hair and buried his face into your chest.

He embraced you, like a hug.

Soobin growled softly, in love, once Yeonjun had eased - the bond was secured now you were smothered in his scent; nose to his scalp bringing a new sense of comfort - happy to be a part of this new unity. Your eyes fluttered open and you could do naught but make small moans. 

Yeonjun pulled away only once you did; meeting your forehead with his.

The dog hummed, patiently.

“Feel good gorgeous? To finally be stuffed full? Pretty Kit making you cum? Pretty baby-like being claimed?” 

You nodded with a moan, expression bliss-fucked, though a frown settled over your brow.

“Mhmm feels good Binnie…” You mumbled, eyes closed. But your eyebrows were drawn low.

“What is it? You don’t look convinced?” Soobin smiled, with a slight scoff. “I don’t enjoy your silence.”

You shook your head, unable to form the words. It was a warning. But Yeonjun knew. 

His nose trailed up your throat as he released the iron grip on your waist; holding you as you shook. Nose snug under your jaw; he pulled your hips forward then back to slide across his length.

“Ngh - Ah - It feels - like my skin is on fire - ”  

Your tone made Soobin look at his friend with concern. It was a moan of discomfort, and you seemed twitchy.

Truthfully you wanted to hump Yeonun like a rabbit, and you cursed the Gods for giving you such low stamina. If you thought it would have done you any good; you would’ve started panting like a bitch in heat. Oh wait, you were. 

“- my skin is burning, I’m so hot -”

“Our little fawn is in a deep rut,” Yeonjun purred. Protecting you from the dog's mood and accepting the soft knock of your head to his. He kissed your cheek and the corner of your lips delicately.

“Gyu didn’t fuck you well enough at all, did he, pretty girl?”

You shook your head and whimpered.

“She’s burning up,” Yeonjun confirmed to the dog. Tone kind, low, mute. “It’s good you invited me when you did. I don’t think one of us could have ever eased this.”

“The rut?” Soobin grumbled; a nod from the fox confirming the dog’s thoughts as they kept constant tabs on you, now they knew what was at stake. Your body and mind. You were no longer in a state to make decisions; in the most loving sense. And you trusted each other as a trio, entirely.

“When did you last sleep with him, baby?” Yeonjun mumbled, gaining your attention with pinched eyes and words spoken against your lips.

“Last month…” You managed; slurring with a heavy tongue.

"Did he make you cum?" Yeonjun purred; sharp orange eyes unmoving in your vision. 

But you were distracted by his guidance to slowly slide on his cock.

“Pay attention, baby - did he help you feel good?”

"No…" You whimpered. Shaking your head. And you hid your face in his shoulder. Weak. Sensitive. Embarrassed. So needy.

The dog hummed in thought.

“Well then - probably some built-up tension, considering how much slick is on your legs, Jun.” 

You both peered down. Soobin was right. Yeonjun’s thighs were soaked, as if a bottle of lube had dropped out of the heavens and onto his lap. The thicker slick had started mixing with Yeonjun's leaking cock; the pulsing of his head warning of an upcoming knot and squishing the mixed fluids out of you and onto the leather.

“My new seats… You guys are killing me.” The dog sighed, squeezing the fist around his cock with a loud groan.

“Do you want to cum again, love?”  Yeonjun prompted, nuzzling at the cheek that shied away from him. “Fair warning; I’m gonna knot if you keep squeezing me like that.”

You shivered; and quickly nodded, sitting up to hold his shoulders. He guided you on a slow, heavy pace that pumped you full of your own slick and his cum. Squelching filthily; with no resistance at all. 

But Yeonjun’s arms soon grew tired. Plus, he could feel you burning up.

“Turn around for me angel,” Yeonjun spoke; and guided you - dripping on his thighs as you went - to turn in the seat. “Lean on the console, it’s cold; should help with the fever.”

He didn’t need to hear you speak; nor did he expect it now. But your sigh upon resting the hot skin of your torso on the long dashboard was obvious enough. 

Your body melted into the coolness of the smooth surface against your hot skin; eyes closed as you moaned in relief and your hips circled on his cock in the mindless pursuit of pleasure.

“Better?” Yeonjun chuckled. 

You nodded, visibly eased. Face in your arms; moaning with relief on the glass dash.

“God. She looks blown out.” Soobin moaned, noting that you had stopped verbally responding; scent drunk, full and mindless beyond feelings. He guessed Yeonjun's cock had started pulsating by now; and that you were due to start drooling.

“She is.” The fox confirmed with a tick in his jaw. Soobin hummed a growl in response.

You had submitted to them fully. Mind and body. Wanting nothing more than to be fucked full until your bones ached.

“Ready?” Yeonjun prompted. You nodded. He ran his hand down your spine before guiding your hips back; elbows holding you up on the dashboard; hands spread wide but weak to the grip Yeonjun had on your hips, the love handles that you had, controlling your movement without pain.

He pressed the head of his cock to your entrance before tilting your hips forward; then back as you sunk onto him. The pace was slow. And it made your whole body tingle with pleasure. 

Eventually; after a few forward lifts and drags of him guiding you until you had worked to his size better; he let go. And spread his hands over your waist and atop your skirt.

The fox hummed, with a deep groan. “Can I take this off, little fawn? You seem to be holding onto it…”

You missed a beat; shy. 

“Do I need to?” You mumbled, unheard were it not for his hearing. Yeonjun kissed your spine with a slightly troubled frown. He shared a look with Soobin, who looked affected by your words.

Clearly, the two of you knew something he didn’t.

“I’d like to see all of you - beautiful?” Yeonjun mumbled, curiously. Thumbs patient on your heated skin. 

He wasn’t about to force you, but he understood why unwrapping that layer of yourself so quickly into the relationship would feel revealing. But for the bond to stick, it was necessary to get these things out of the way. 

“I love you. And I promise I won’t judge. Probably nothing I haven’t seen before...”

With a shaky exhale you nodded; helping Yeonjun shimmy the half-unzipped skirt up and over your shoulders, now completely bare. Upon leaning back onto the dash; he saw exactly why you had resisted. 

In the space between your hip joints sat a tail; light brown with white underneath. Yeonjun smoothed his hand to the space between your shoulder blades then back down and chittered; ears down once more.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, pretty girl,” Yeonjun affirmed; smile wide and eyes crescented as you heaved a relieved sigh and relaxed your tense thighs once more. 

“You’re gorgeous; head to toe. Ready?”

You nodded, mostly to yourself, then began moving again. Riding him at a rhythmic, relaxed pace. Torso leaning on the dash. Thighs burning; but immeasurable to the need to move.

A sudden deep warmth spread up your lower spine, pelvis and behind; so sensitive it was almost ticklish. And your cunt gushed at each push of friction. 

“Junnie -?!” You moaned loudly at the unfamiliar spike of tingles that struck up your spine.

“Feel good gorgeous?” He giggled; finding the twitching of the muscles in your lower back entirely cute. You obviously agreed; squeezing him deep and panting for breath at the entirety of your back tingling. 

“Bet Gyu never even touched you here.” 

Yeonjun was massaging at the space above and underneath your tail, his grip on your waist helping you to move your hips; up and down in solid pumps as you intended to work until your core burned. With the promise of Soobin doing nothing but ploughing into you soon, you were happy to hump him like a bunny until you were physically unable.

You nodded; “Yeah - yes, yes Jun, yes, feels good ~”, as drunk as ever.

Yeonjun snickered and tugged at your hips; spanking you plain and wide on the ass to make your knees melt and lose pace.

Soobin groaned with a growl beside you both; vibration jittering your teeth. He seemed to be edging himself for his turn; leaking onto his fists with blown-out eyes and huffs to stay contained.

But he didn’t need to wait long; as Yeonjun was already thick and heavy inside your cunt and had started meeting your thrusts. You knew he was close when his juts were shorter into your guts but harder, and he yowled lowly with a gritted jaw and flat ears.

“Junnie -” You whined loudly, grasping for his attention, and keened a backwards bend into your hips to fuck with his head a bit more; “Want you to cum in me - want you to - use me -”

Your mewling, weak requests threw Yeonjun over the line. 

He fucked you deep and made you cry out while bouncing on his lap; waiting for you to start shaking before gripping your ass and pushing you forward and off; hot spurts of cum slopping all over your ass and lower back in thick ropes. 

To boot it all; he pulled you back onto his cock and pulled you back to sink his canines into your shoulder blade. He had pushed his cock back in at the right time; as it had started expanding, from head to base, filling you until cum slopped out of your cunt in pressured waves.

“Fuck - you’re so tight, never had a knot this good - keep going baby - keep squeezing me, fuck -”

Even as your first orgasm settled, Yeonjun was still cumming as your body quivered and burning pain spread like wildfire over your shoulder blade; holding you into an arch via your breasts that were squeezed tight. You came hard once more; cunt squeezing in waves as you gyrated and cried, tears on your cheek from pure mind-wiping bliss. 

As soon as Yeonjun’s cock deflated and he let go of your torso; you slumped forward onto the dash, hair scattered and panting for both to see. He held your hips steady, to slowly remove his cock and see you drip out onto the seat, while you placed your cheek on the glass to make eye contact with Soobin in all this sinful glory.

“You look good, doll,” Soobin growled lowly, head back and posture relaxed. His voice was gravelly and his eyes were almost black; visibly tense. “Marked up and used.”

You moaned wantonly, putty in their hands

“Wan be with you Soonie ~” You whined. Covered in Yeonjun's marks; and soon to be covered in his. 

You ached for it all.  

“I know you do, love,” Soobin growled like a purr on his lips. “We had to give Junnie his chance, hmm?”

A lesson in patience.

“Yes, Soonie.” You exhaled; head thrown back at Yeonjun's tug of your ribs; intent on scenting your new shoulder bite. A pleasing arch to view. “Yes, puppy.”

Soobin smiled. Softly, for a brief second. The name curved the dimples into his cheek even deeper before springing back.

“Feeling smothered enough yet, love? Still want to be bred fully? The scent will stick more when it’s pumped inside your pretty little cunt, I can promise that much.” 

“Yes,” You moaned; and nodded again. “Ready Binnie.”

The three of you took a moment to rest. Soobin guessed you would both be needing to go outside for the size of the cock squeezed into one of his large fists. More space to move you. He chuckled again; your wandering eyes shining in the car lights.

“Come on; let’s go outside for this one ~” Soobin hummed in amusement and got up in a relaxed manner. Kicking the last of his lower clothing onto the floor, minus his shoes.

But you moaned; and straightened up in anticipation; staring back at the fox as the driver's door shut. 

“It’s still wet outside Junnie… We’ll catch a cold?”

At your innocent tone, Yeonjun purred, ears back, eyes sharp, more feral looking than you remembered him ever being. 

That knot had tainted his mind's eye like a love drug. 

He looked up at you in what he thought was a sheepish smile; but in reality, he had chuckled deeply, with a tongue between his sharp and pink-stained teeth and bright angled eyes that left no room for innocence.

“Trust me; you’ll be needing all that space.”

Is all he offered; before the door opened and Soobin slipped his hands down to your elbows; cool against your hot, awaiting, reaching limbs.

You would be lying if you said Soobin was being gentle with you. But you would also be lying if you said you cared. You were pliant in his hold. Pulled out of the car and into the rain; senses flushed with cold air and dampness that wet your lungs. The rain was gentle in its pouring, but endless; and it could do nothing to wash away the sins that had already marked your body. You’d be smelling like them for weeks.

“Stand up.” Soobin mumbled, gruffly with yet another tug. Handling you like a familiar doll; he supported you just enough to dip his shoulder to your waist and hoist you into the air with no effort; solid hands on your thighs and cunt exposed to the sky; making Yeonjun kiss his teeth behind him in the rain. 

“Go easy on her, dog.” The fox hissed. “She won’t be able to handle one of your moods in this state.”

The fox’s reflective eyes bounced against the dark colour of the car and struck a nerve deep in your soul. Soobin rolled his eyes, but made a sound of agreement; pushing the door shut with his hip.

“Yeah, sure.”

He didn’t say anything to you while walking around the car, but your heart was hammering in your chest; pumping blood down toward your brain and making you dizzy. 

Soobin set you down in one quick motion; back pressed to the long wet hood of the car. Your hair fanned and quickly stuck to the wet surface, body shadowed by his. You inhaled a large heave of breath; hands immediately finding purchase on his shoulders, in his hair, on his neck.

He was so close, and warm, and he smelt like home.

“You’re doing so well, angel,” Soobin growled gently; and wasted no time in moving. He seemingly didn’t want to wait or hold back and you didn’t blame him, after waiting so patiently for so long. 

“Did Jun knot for you, love?” 

He dipped his head to lick from between your chest to up under your chin, acknowledging your soft whine and nod of confirmation - but the new mark of indented teeth, puffy and sore on your neck, stopped him from moving any further; and his mind flashed white at the feral need to suck and faux bite over the other partners' markings - your innocent moans pattered and echoed in the night as he pressed onto your body against the hood. You felt weighted, safe, and secure.

“Y-yes Binnie… Felt good…” You mumbled, shy.

“I bet.” He chuckled softly. No jealousy in his tone, to your surprise. “He must have been holding back for you, love - it was super quick.” 

You were going to acknowledge and agree with this act of nicety; were it not for Soobin moving down your body with his lips to suck a bite into the thin skin between your chest over your ribs. You could happily die like this. Being gnawed on by a dog in the cool of the rain until your purity was sapped and you became theirs.

He would ask you if you were cold - if you wanted to put his or Yeonjun’s jackets on - but your skin was burning with rut fever. He could feel it on his tongue; his skin. The way you melted against him like honey and raised his body temperature; pressing his body weight on top of yours until your knees tucked up and your ankles crossed over his lower back. 

He couldn’t help himself; pulling back up your torso to bite at your oesophagus in a way that made you keen with a moan up and into his body.

“Binnie - leave Junnie's mark -” you pleaded, gasps pattered and cunt pulsing at the dog's selfish scenting. “- you can make a new one -” Soobin growled; but acknowledged your plea and moved to dip down to your crotch. 

Rain hit your face when he moved away, and you made a quiet noise of surprise.

Before you could say anything; Soobin's hands were on the back of your thighs to encourage them up; already acutely aware of what you needed. “Cover your eyes,” Soobin growled into the back of your thighs; sucking hickeys until his knees hit the ground and he tugged you down to the edge of the hood. 

The two of you were on the driver's side; Yeonjun's view was muddy from inside of the wet glass, but apparently good enough that he sat with his head back and lazily jerked himself off. 

“With your forearm.” Your hip bone vibrated; bringing back your attention.

You followed his instruction; and covered your eyes with both arms.

But quickly gripped Soobin’s hair between your legs with one; as Soobin swiped his wide, flat tongue up your cunt and underneath your clit. Like a thirsty hound, he lapped at your folds; sucking and growling at your sensitive cries before spitting his full cheeks of cum and slick back out onto your abdomen.

He dipped again, holding your legs as you twitched and moaned at the way he gyrated his tongue; moving in circles under your clit until your gut twisted and you squeezed more liquid out; caught readily by his open jaw that lapped it into his mouth.

It was a filthy, revolving process; but he wasn’t going to give up until you begged, or had no nectar left to push back out.

“You taste fucking beautiful, little deer.” 

Soobin growled after spitting the thick stringy liquid onto your cunt; only to wipe his mouth on your thigh and repeat.

“Y-yeah?” You whined, hips twitching at each sensitive lap up into your hole. But his grip was strong, and you weren’t going anywhere.

“Mhm -” Soobin groaned; sucking with a slack jaw at your cunt; tongue lapping up against your entrance and dipping barely inside to tease you before pulling away with a grunt. Spitting onto the soft of your belly to see it drip down your hips and stay there in a little pool. “Thick, sweet cherry. But Jun’s citrus is in there too. My new favourite taste.”

He dipped again; lapping until you squealed and your cunt pushed out more of the warm sinful mix. He growled lowly; letting it drip out onto his tongue, before spitting so quickly to catch the rest of it, that a string splashed up your torso and dripped over your ribs onto the car.

“Ngh - really Binnie? Even - even with - Junnie?” 

Your breath was becoming laboured. Short, sharp and desperate. 

Soobin pointed his ears up, more towards your face and away from your squelching core. You were talking about Yeonjun's cum; painted on your stomach, on your back, mixed with your slick, all over you. The hound growled a pleasant hum in thought but answered without hesitation. 

“Particularly with Junnie’s spunk inside and all over you, love. The two of you were made for each other.”

“Make that three, Binnie ~” You whined, releasing his hair to grip the hood. Trembling. Twitching. Sensitive.

“Sure.” He chuffed in agreement. “The three of us go well together.”

He pulled the flat of his tongue up underneath your clit; and wiggled it until you cried and twitched; open mouth kissing and sucking the squeezing, slopping drip out of your cunt. 

He wondered if it would ever end.

“Mmm -” He grumbled. The next spit was lazy and connected to his chin as it dripped onto your pelvic bone. “I’ve always been a fan of nice, hot, cream pie.”

Soobin chuckled a reasonable amount to himself for that one. It was more like a fruit medley, but you truly did smell and taste fucking delectable, and he couldn’t believe he was able to experience such a thing in this lifetime. 

You were too far gone for the joke to hit; so your innocence softened him. He connected his fingers with your own outreaching ones. Lapping a few tester swipes into your cunt.

“Ngh - Binnie - please - ah -”

That was enough teasing. You had started to beg, and that was all he wanted. He just wanted to have his fill. To make sure he had the power (and you, the submission) to cry out his name. Plus; Yeonjun had already worked you open; you just needed an even bigger stretch. And he didn’t want you out in the rain for too long, just in case.

You smiled bashfully to yourself with butterflies as he prodded around your skin with short nips and a pressing tongue. He was trying to find your pulse. And knew he had got it when you moaned; twitching at the bite on your inner thigh.

“Bite.” Soobin forewarned, soft and calm in tone.

Your slick and Yeonjun's cum had melted on Soobin's tongue; sticking to his gums as he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of your thigh. It was a lot less intense of a scratching pain than Yeonjun's; this one was placed with love, and he was slow and gentle. His teeth were bigger and sunk in deeper, but they were blunt at the tip. Whatever infection you would usually be worried about, was dissipated in this state of lust and submission. 

He broke the skin with a grunt and growled in comforting waves as you whined, and reached for him. He closed it gently too; kissing, licking, peppering the area with praise until the wound closed to stop bleeding.

“You’re doing so well, gorgeous,” Soobin mumbled against your skin; before losing himself in the process of scenting your thigh with his cheek. His eyes closed and his tall pointed ears folded to his dark hair, dimples and a pleasant flush to his skin visible even in the rain. “I’m so proud of how well you’re bonding with us. Who would have ever thought? A doe, a fox, a dog.”

He opened an eye to smile up at you, to meet the reflective doe eyes that peeked up at him underneath your forearm. Your expression was shy, but you would be brave for him. And shared a gentle moment of love.

He pulled away from your thigh with a groan, rising from the ground. 

“On your stomach please angel.” Soobin guided, gruffly. “Let’s get this rut fucked out of you, hmm? Pretty girl? Then some loving, when we take you back to ours? Yeonjun can sit with you in the back on the way there.”

You giggled; and nodded with a drunk smile. Soobin squeezed your hand before releasing; gripping your hips to flip you over; leaning over you afterwards so his longer arms entrapped you. 

He placed his hand between your ear and shoulder; you gulped at the idea of being unable to move once he started; remembering the way he ploughed into his fist with absolutely no remorse.

“Want me to make it quick? Or do you want to ride this one out? It’s your rut gorgeous, so you tell me.”

You would’ve loved to answer immediately, but Soobin was swiping the head of his cock up and down your slit and pressing into your entrance. You moaned in a long whine as Soobin spat onto your joined bodies before pushing his long, thick cock up into your tight, warm cunt. It was a stretch from entrance to belly, and you shook in pleasure while he paused and waited for your body to accommodate. 

“Fuck - you take me so good baby -” Soobin groaned, holding himself up with strong back muscles once he had hit your tight muscles; thrusting shallowly to get rid of the last excess cum taking up space inside of your walls. He was already leaking, and even Yeonjun from inside the car could smell his heavy woody scent inside your gut. 

“One thing’s for sure -” He groaned, shallowly thrusting to hear you choke, rain on his back dripping enough for him to shake his head. He dipped to heave hot air onto your cheek, steaming in the winter air, growling lowly. “- I’m going to knot so tight inside your pretty little cunt, my tiny little doe, you won’t be able to go anywhere without us for the next month.”

You gasped; crying out at his filthy words of warning and his sudden abrupt jut up into your gut. “O-oh -” You whined, flexing your feet to press against him. He hit deeper than Yeonjun. And you imagined you wouldn’t be taking his cock this much, if at all, were it not for the slick and the cum and the being already-knotted-in. Your body relaxed even more in submission, and he pressed one final time until he hit your cervix.

“Quickly Binnie,” You puttered. “Please, want it quickly, I need you, please…”

It was done. 

Your wish was his command and he was happy to oblige.

Soobin placed his hands above your shoulders and spread his palms wide to steady himself and keep you trapped; key anchors to help him thrust like the gods depended on it. Each thick pull and pump against your tight hot walls made you cry out and curl your toes in mind-melding delight. Contracting all the way through until his cock began to twitch and swell. 

Something about it. Something about this scene.

Something about Soobin thrusting into you so hard that the car jolted on every second exhale. 

Something about your body going numb with pleasure; guts ploughed, fucked full of thick squelching cum until your stomach swelled. 

Something about your bare skin squeaking on the wet hood of the car, gripping him, and any corner to stay sane.

Moaning; crying so loud for only the forest to hear.

Until your cunt pulsed and you came hard, and slow; melting with shivers into the cool metal of the car, craning back to reach him.

Soobin lowered himself as you fell apart. His toned chest covered your back and he buried his face into your neck, encapsulating you. His elbows hit the hood and he held your shoulders from underneath you as his thrusts became more and more abrupt until they hurt; smacking your cervix and making you shake. 

He thrusted in deep low ruts until your insides almost split from pleasure; cum pressing out in waves down your thighs and sliding off the river of rain onto the gravel.

Then finally, his knot began to swell. 

The base flared and he pumped you full of cum until you were stretched to your limits; stomach bumping with the pressure; seeing stars, milking him and breathless. You moaned, and you whined and you pressed up against him with a twitching body; so much that Soobin held you tight.

You were finally satiated.

Your mind was clear again.

Finally; release.

For the first time in possibly weeks, you felt cold. You hadn't realised it had been that long until you felt it. Like the sudden Autumn chill after Summer had gone, the goosebumps were clear and quick. 

Soobin expected it; the sudden drop in your body temperature that is, as he sheltered you from the shower of rain that pattered into a slow stop. His ear flicked, and he nuzzled your cheek. Along with your body temp dipping; you had stopped moving and whimpering.

“Feeling better angel?” Soobin huffed, patiently. “The rains stopped. So has your heat.”

You were spent. Blinking back into the world. You were only able to nod.

He kissed your cheek with praises that you couldn’t quite decipher and moved on strong arms to pull out, plugging your hole with three fingers before gesturing to Yeonjun in the car to grab the wipes in his dash and console. The car door opened, and you rested against the metal with half-closed eyes as a large cloth - spare and unused for cleaning the inner windows for condensation in the winter - was thrown over the car and into Soobin's reach. Yeonjun got back in for a moment to hide the unsightly mess he had made all over the seat.

You were surrounded by them. Their scents, body, warmth. And you felt safe. For the first time since the accident; you could let go again.

“Fucked you like you needed it, hmm, little Doe? Let's try not to make a habit of that. I don’t want to see you that sick, hopefully ever again.”

Soobin ran his nails over your small sensitive tail to un-matt some of the fur that gelled together after the cum and the rain. He patted it when it shook, body language to stop, and made a mental note to help you with personal hygiene surrounding your tail later - as no doubt Beomgyu barely even looked after his, let alone coached you with yours.

"'m- 'm- c-cold, Bin," You jittered, nodding, but confused. Fucked silly and weak. “‘m great, but c-cold…” 

You flinched harshly as he wiped around your lower abdomen still pressed to the car, and Yeonjun’s dried cum on your lower back. Soobin once again knelt to the ground to quickly lap at the space around your labia to swallow what he could, before rising and swiping his mouth then your inner thighs with the cloth.

"I know, gorgeous," Soobin grumbled affectionately, wiping the last of the slick from between your legs. "Jun will sit with you soon." 

You failed to connect the dots. Why would that even matter? But you would soon come to realise; that there was a reason why foxes could stay out in the cold for so long.

“Stay there angel. Don’t move without our help.” Soobin ordered. He retreated for a moment, shuffling around in the car, trying to look for something. Disposing the rag into a box that would disguise the scent for now, enough to get home and burn it.

Such a simple distance made your heartbeat patter. You released a small whine, coughing as it escaped unexpectedly, and the other guardian nearby - watching and waiting - answered the call immediately. 

The car door opened, and the fox timidly cantered out to sit on the hood of the car next to you. His hands in his pocket. Head tilted with a concerned but lovingly amused expression.

He brought his soft palm to your spine and brushed over your cold rippling muscles and tail. A disapproving hissing sound escaped between his teeth. Your skin was lower in temperature than earlier. Not ice cold, but dipping quickly, and compared to how hot you had been burning up, it was a shock.

You rose on extremely weak forearms and accepted Yeonjun’s aid as he tugged you to sit up and lean into his side. He held you up by an arm around your waist and your face rested on his broader shoulder. You practically folded into him; arms in his lap, limp.

"You still with us, little Doe?" Yeonjun mumbled, kissing your eyes. 

He kissed you wherever he could, and brushed the hair out of your face to check your condition, thumb over the height of your cheek. But he quickly saw that you were okay. That Soobin hadn't ruined you like he had been concerned about. You had just been fucked silly and needed some love. 

“Floating away, little one?” He eased into a one-cheeked soft smile. 

You nodded, melting into him the best you could at this angle. 

“That’s okay.” He mumbled. “I’ve got you. You’re safe. Close your eyes.”

He was so warm. So delightfully fresh smelling. So comforting to be near. So you trusted him, his enveloping voice, and shut your eyes.

"You truly did fuck the rut out of her, hmm?" Yeonjun spoke while looking to you; but turned his head. "I'm impressed."

You peeled open an eye. But the question wasn't aimed at you. And you started joining some tired dots. 

Soobin shrugged nonchalantly behind the car door, shuffling his jeans back up his toned legs and chucking his belt into the back seat. There was little to no weakness in his knees; surprising given the workout, knot and release that had just happened. Such was Soobin. The guy was trained to be this way. He was bred for it.

"Sure - it's nothing. She was burning up and needed it badly. Happy to help out."

"She sure did." Yeonjun hummed in amusement. Taking a moment to run his nose over your hairline and kiss your forehead, aware of your shivering and jittering teeth next to him. 

The sex was a kindness that either of them would do again; the bonding was something more personal and securing on the relationship between the three of you. 

"I take it you're going to be having a word with Gyu, at some point?"

Soobin growled audibly and shook off the immediate irritation of hearing his name by slamming the back-end car door with a snarl. You didn't even flinch, Yeonjun noted, watching the doe eyes that fluttered on his shoulder. His hand strayed to tuck your hair behind your ear, thumb pressing over your cold cheek. Releasing once you pressed further into him.

"Yeah." Soobin grit. "Can't believe he'd let her suffer like that. And for that fucking long. Man's sick, and twisted, and needs to be given a heads up on Hybrid-decency."

Yeonjun hummed to muse his words, but no matter the tone, he knew it was just Soobin's protective anger talking. 

"Not always as simple as that Bin, you know that." 

Yeonjun sat so patiently as you reached for him. As Soobin raged your fists curled into the curve of Yeonjun’s waist. Your face drifted closer and closer to his exposed neck until you huffed for him to come closer. Yeonjun leaned in, and ran his fingers through your hair, pressing his finger pads over your bites to check they were closed, holding your cheek, keeping constant tabs on your heartbeat and your breathing. 

You were so cold. He was eager to get you back to their den, as soon as he could. You needed to find a place in your new home. Because that’s what this was now; a new beginning. One of guidance, loyalty, calm and trust. 

You would never fall when they were there to hold you up.

Soobin huffed a sigh and released his shoulders.  

"Yeah. I just wish he would have told me sooner. Would have been a lot easier. A lot less suffering. A lot less of her, suffering alone, confused, blue-balled, afraid - I mean - can you imagine June? All of that tension and self-restraint on your first rut… I would have gone insane, Jun! Fucking wild!"

Yeonjun shrugged. Lips in a pout. 

"But; she didn’t, and he did tell you, eventually. Hence us all being together tonight. You never know, maybe he was insanely stressed about it. Maybe he didn't know exactly… what to do, how to help her out. You know as well as me that they’ve been having issues, pup. Sometimes things just don't work out. Seems to have gone that way, sooner than we realised."

Soobin passed the shirt in his hand between his palms, sulking.

"You know what he's like, Bin. A chronic worrier. Would rather bury his head in the sand until it's too late. Let's just be thankful that we - that you - caught it when you did. Could have gone a hell of a lot worse. Ain't that right doll? You're all good now, hmm? All good with us from now on?"

Soobin looked up to see Yeonjun's forehead meeting your own tired and dazed one. The hound blinked out of his anger and his chest pained. Yeonjun’s irises had contracted, and his ears had softened, and he allowed you to watch his beautiful amber eyes until you laid your cheek back onto his shoulder; submissive, trusting, calm.

You weren’t listening to their discussion, but that was more to the point. You had come to them for aid and they had answered. Beomgyu had tried, but it wasn’t meant to be. Such is life.

No anger can stay strong in the presence of all that love.

“I’m glad we stayed with her,” Soobin grumbled, ears softening, eyes downcast. Tail pressed between his legs. “I’ve been so worried since the accident. She needed so much love and Beomgyu just… didn’t know what to do with all of that. I’m glad we found out, I just hate to think we could’ve helped sooner.”

Yeonjun purred softly. Soobin meant well. He just found it hard to take action in the right way. Or speak before he moved. Or articulate exactly what it was he was feeling. They were opposites in this sense. Yeonjun was sharp and swift by nature; born to survive no matter what. Soobin was bred to be brash and bold; to frighten and intimidate and to conquer. 

Both needed each other for balance. Both of them needed you, to teach them new things.

"Exactly. What’s done is done. I’m proud of you for staying by her side and not rushing things.”

Soobin peered up at Yeonjun's softened voice and whined softly. He tilted his head and his tail patted in a display of affection. He looked to the floor as he spoke his troubles with a weak tenor.

“How are we going to fit all of her stuff in the apartment, June?”

Soobin's voice was stuffed full of emotion. Yeonjun's ears folded this time, and his own tail patted. He held out his hand.

“Come here, Bin.”

Soobin shuffled toward you both, eyes stuck on you until he reached Yeonjun. The fox slipped his hand to Soobin’s elbow; kissing the hound's cheek, then rubbing his ears on the parts he could reach, small chitters causing you to open your eyes. Soobin pressed a hand onto the crown of your head and kissed your hair. The three of you were connected and in love.

“It doesn’t matter, pup, we’ll figure it out. We’ll talk with Beomgyu soon. But she’s ours to worry about for now. Like, right now. She needs to be in a warm den, Soob. Let’s hurry and get her back to ours before she starts to panic.”

"Yeah," Soobin cleared his throat with a nod. "Here - she can wear this." 

Yeonjun accepted the fabric passed to him. A large, white, gym shirt, lightly used. Yeonjun was quick to release Soobin's elbow; burying his face in it with a low yowling groan, rolling his eyes, swearing under his breath.

"Fuck, smells good pup."

The dog smirked with a slight roll of his eyes. Touched by his open admiration. Yeonjun loved his scent, and would often bury himself in it, whenever Soobin allowed. The dog combed his fingers through Yeonjun's dishevelled black and orange hair; avoiding the gel spots to scratch behind his companion’s black-tipped ear. Yeonjun shut his eyes with a shiver and a chitter.

"Can she sit in the back with you?" Soobin grumbled, smoothing the fox’s hair back in place to then move away; opening the driver's door and closing the boot in one long, swift line of motion. The dog was big, after all.

"Sure. Of course." Yeonjun nodded, delicately. As if he would leave you to sit by yourself. 

Yeonjun turned to stand and help you move in the light of the campsite lamps. He held you steady as he went, and admired your half-closed eyes and softly postured lips. You were shivering, and drowsy, just about paying attention to his tactile guidance, let alone his voice. Deer pupils blown out to the corners of your mind.

"Come on, arms up for me baby-doll. Let's get you warmed up." 

Yeonjun moved to shuffle the shirt over your head and it fit like a mini dress. And, Yeonjun was right, it did smell good. Some hints of cologne, but mostly Soobin's natural scent.

"Where is… Binnie…" You moaned absently. 

"Right here gorgeous." Soobin chuckled. He was leaning on his door with his long arms, watching as Yeonjun shuffled you forward, ready to carry you into the warm seats with him. “You want me instead?”

Your face heated in embarrassment when you processed what had happened. You didn’t mean to call out for him so openly. You were just thinking he was with you one minute, and then gone the next - 

“No…”

The boys chuckled.

"Arms please, cutie," Yeonjun whispered, closer to your face, obscuring your line of vision and waiting for you to hold his neck. He was moving carefully and slowly so you didn’t startle, but he hadn't expected you to miss his command completely. 

He chuckled at the rubbing of your cheek against his and began purring at you. Your attempt to scent yourself on him. It was simply adorable. Messy, as you followed your nose, but he stayed still for a moment until you felt comforted enough and melted into his shoulders.

"Thank you, baby." Yeonjun purred - thank you for scenting me - and gently gripped your arms to place them around his neck. He hummed, scooping under your ass and lifting you onto his hip in one quick motion with unreasonable ease. 

He carried you to the passenger side back door, Soobin's hand to your head as the boys exchanged a forehead bump and Yeonjun dipped with you in his hold. He shuffled so his foot was on the console; one knee up to stop you falling backwards. Arms encircling you and pulling up the coats from the floor to rest over your legs.

You shut your eyes right as Soobin flicked the inner car lights off; in a dreamlike state. 

The car was heavily scented; to the point of discomfort for the Canidae. But the inside was warm for you, and that was the most important thing. The boys could risk a stray boner to keep you happy and comforted; as these next few hours would determine the rest of your bonded life together. However long it may last.

"Junnie -" You moaned airily, calling for him. "F-feet…" 

You tried to speak, but couldn’t form the words. Your brain was empty and your tongue was heavy in your mouth.

Yeonjun chittered and pressed a kiss to your cheekbone. His warm palms pressed at your ice-cold feet, gauging temp. He made a noise of shock and answered you before you could even explain. Yeonjun covered your feet with his tail. The same bushy-tail foxes would use to fight the cold of the night. The fur warmed your feet instantly and you chuffed in delight, eyes closed and body liquid in his hold. 

"Better?" He hummed in amusement. You were speaking non-verbally; without deer ears, it was hard for them to track your emotions, but the soft puts of air and gloats helped them immensely.

You nodded but made a soft noise like a deer in distress. You wanted to be in a warm bed, under covers, surrounded by them. You didn’t need to speak, he understood your discomfort already.

"I know." Yeonjun purred back with a laugh, pressing hot airy kisses to your ear. "You’ll be home soon, doll. Relax your body, I can take it. Lean into me."

You wanted to meld into him. So you did. You dropped your face to his warm neck and released the tension in your thighs. Nose directly in the crook of his neck, and moaned softly. His arms squeezed you to him gently, and his tail curled in the squeeze of an embrace.

"Get some sleep angel. It's a decently long drive." 

"Cold… " Your quiet voice was so strained in an effort to speak that Yeonjun yowled with a heaving heart. He kissed your hair; combing through the wet as best as he could. Holding the coats to your skin.

Soobin smiled, watching you through the mirror. Your tired face had a crease in its centre; brows creased, eyes shut and nose pressed to his baby boy's skin. He was doing such a good job of caring for you. Soobin's heart beat heavily.

"You'll be alright, Y/N. It's just - the fever’s gone - for a little while at least. You'll be burning up like a furnace and humping the air again in the morning, probably. Would be surprised if it lasted longer than another day. Just takes a while to get it out of your system."

You nodded in response; light and accepting.

"Are you warm enough, love?" Soobin spoke softly. Voice low, dimples deep and eyelids dipped. 

Yeonjun chittered, and his ears pulled back. He looked shy, in a way you had never seen before. And you felt the beat of his heart pick up, Adam's apple bobbing.

"Sure am." He smiled. Even his voice - he was quick, eager to answer, and coy. 

"Good. Feeling okay?" 

Yeonjun nodded shyly again. 

"If you start feeling the effects of the rut, just let me know. I can take over."

Another timid, gentle nod.

"Thanks Bin-Bin. I think we're okay back here, for now. I may need a break when we get home though." 

"No problem." Soobin's dimples deepened with his smile, throwing in a wink. "Let's go. You’ll have to excuse the mess at home Y/N. It’s only ever been us two guys living together, after all."

Oh, how all your lives were due to change.

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well would you look at that: updated 5/DECEMBER/2023

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Oops, Chapter 4 |18+|

Yunho/Ateez X Reader fic

You’re working, covering an event for someone else, last minute, and in a rush- you quite literally crash into Yunho.. Oops. What comes to follow changes everything you thought you knew about love and lust.

Pairings: Yunho/various Ateez members X reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, Multi-chapter fic, unfinished, casual encounters, polyamory

Warnings: *MDNI*(Minors DO NOT Interact), Light smut, flirting, coarse language. Please let me know if I have missed any.

Word Count: 810

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Author’s notes:

This is my first fic, first post on here. I’m still trying to figure everything out/how to best use Tumblr for this. This story is a WIP/unfinished, and a multi-chapter fic. Please be kind in comments, I welcome suggestions on how to best use this platform/share my fics. I will do my best to edit tags/summaries, warnings, etc, as the story evolves

Yunho and yourself approach a door and Yunho looks at you and says, “Wait here..” as he slips inside the room, letting the door close behind him.

Holy shit, are you really doing this?? “Fuck it..” you think to yourself, standing in the hallway, alone. You will, indeed, be more than happy to take some photos that no one else will have of Yunho from this event, hoping it saves your ass at work.. even if it’s all you end up with.

The door opens and Yunho looks up at you and smiles and says, “all clear.. come in..”

You walk into a fairly generously sized room, a wall of windows that face a breath taking view of the city, and various, plush furniture is placed tastefully throughout the room.

“Will this work, you think?” asks Yunho. “It’s lovely..” you answer. “Great!” he says grinning again. God, he is so perfect.. you’re grinning back at him as he says, “I’ll give you some time to set up, hopefully just a couple of shots will be enough?”

Not sure where your boldness is coming from, you answer, “Up here, with you looking like THAT, I may even be able to ask for a promotion..” you giggle as you blush looking back at him. “Oh?” Yuhno smiles and chuckles, his gaze lingering on your lips again. Holy hell, he’s making it hard to focus. You’re up here to keep your job.. you reach into your bag for your camera and, as you look in the viewfinder you say, “give me just a second to adjust some settings real quick..”

Yunho walks back towards the door, and, as you’re adjusting some settings to capture the lighting properly in here, you hear the lock in the door click. You tear your face away from your camera and look up at Yunho, shocked, and there’s that damn smirk again, “just for privacy.. I’d hate for you to be interrupted while you’re.. working..” “Oh.. right..” you stammer.

You check your camera again and you look up at Yunho and said, “could you go over by the window and let me take a test shot real quick?”

He walks over to the window and the light hits him, highlighting his perfect jaw line and he looks stunning. You have to force yourself to remember to breathe. You line up a shot as he poses effortlessly and you click the shutter. When you check the view finder you look back at him and say, “perfect.. we can continue..”

Yunho is an utter professional when it comes to this and honestly doesn’t need much direction. You follow his lead and snap a few more shots with different poses but his gaze feels like it is boring into you the entire time. He is clearly taking in the view of you in your tight dress. You’re sure your face in on fire from his gaze. Yunho in this fitted suit with the tease of bare skin? The way this suit is tailored, it shows off his narrow waist, his broad shoulders, and somehow makes him seem even taller. He looks like sex incarnate. It’s almost unfortunate that you’ll have to share these images. You can’t help the wetness that is starting to pool in your panties and he’s looking at you like he knows the effect he’s having on you.

You clear your throat, doing your best to shift your focus on the task at hand and look back to your camera’s viewfinder, scrolling through your images, feeling confident that you have what you need now. You don’t want to take up more of Yunho’s time than he’s already given you, and if you have to be in a room with him alone much longer, you’re going to need to change your lacey thong you’re wearing under your dress..

“thank you so much, Yunho, I think that’s all I need and now we can both get back to work..” you start putting your camera back in your bag and when you look up, Yunho is staring at you with heat in his gaze again.. he walks over to you, getting dangerously close as he looks down at you and says, “now about how you can make it up to me.. please go stand by the windows..”. You swallow hard. “W-what?” you ask, looking up at him.

“It’s only fair that I get some shots of my own of you.. looking like THAT in that dress..” He pulls his phone out his pocket and you just stare in surprise at him, as he adds, “Besides, how else are my friends gonna believe me when I tell them I had the fortune of meeting the sexiest photographer that’s ever shown up to one of these things?” Your face heats and set your bag down and walk over in front of the windows.

[hymnism]

well here is sunny's scuffed gif tutorial for anyone who wants to learn how to gif 🎉🎉

so first of all you're obviously going to need a clip of whatever you want to gif. you can either download full videos or use a screen recorder (like obs for example) to record the specific scene you want to gif

once you have your clip you go into photoshop and look for "file -> import -> video frames to layers" then choose your clip and you'll get a screen like this

you can use the two small arrows to trim the clip to just what you need then click ok and it will open the clip up into frames

(btw if you don't already have it on make sure to go to "window" and turn on timeline. that's where you will see the frames)

now personally my first step is cropping and resizing. cropping is kind of self explanatory but to resize the gif make sure you go to "image -> image size" (NOT canvas size. just wanted to say that since the options are kind of similar) (although you can still use canvas size for cropping) and here is a handy little chart that is helpful if you want to know what to resize gifs to (width is what's important here height can be whatever you want it to be)

now personally my next step is sharpening although you can probably also do this at the end. i use maizekeen's gif sharpening actions (if you don't know how to use actions in photoshop there are many tutorials online but very basically you download the actions then go into the actions menu (windows -> action if you don't have it open) and click on load actions) and then from there you just choose your action and click the play button

then after that is usually when i delete any extra unwanted frames in the timeline (it's not necessary to delete the frames from the layers panel)

NOW is the fun part and also where a lot of this becomes up to taste and personal style ✨

make sure you have your adjustment panel open (window -> adjustments)

the ones underlined are the main ones i use. i recommend playing around and seeing what does what and seeing what ends up looking cool to you

oh and when you use adjustment layers make sure they are above all the layers of the gif like this

i made some different edits of the same gif to show some of the different things you can do. like i said it's up to personal taste and style

here is the original unedited for comparison

and here are some different edits i did real quick to hopefully give you some ideas for what you can do

and if you want to change the speed of a gif make sure to select all frames and then use this little arrow

i tend to use either 0.05 or 0.04 since anything faster or slower tends to start looking wonky but you can try it out yourself and see what looks good to you

btw here is the difference between 0.05 (left) and 0.04 (right)

NOW FOR SAVING

when you feel like you're done you wanna go to "export -> save for web" (it might say legacy next to yours it still works the same) and you will get a window like this

the most important things here are the two options i circled. most of the time i just leave these at adaptive and pattern. perceptual and selective can be used in place of adaptive but i've found that adaptive tends to look best. diffusion instead of pattern can help lower the size of a file in some situations but it doesn't always work but for the love of god please don't set it to "no dither". also make sure the looping option is set to forever (unless you specifically wanna make a non looping gif)

and from this menu you can preview your gif (lower left corner). slightly above the preview button is where you can see your file size (in this case this gif is 7.8mb) tumblr says their gif limit is 10mb but in reality it's slightly less than that so if your gif is 9.7~9.8mb it's probably too big

now if everything looks good then just click on save and name your gif and you're done 👍

now i'm sure there are a lot of things i didn't explain well so if there are any question feel free to send me an ask or a dm and i'll try to explain things more in depth :)

[cherrysarchives]

Dick Pick (M)

➻ Pairings: Chanyeol x Baekhyun

➻ Genre: smut, pwp, humor

➻ Additional: 

➻ Word Count: 1.9K

➻ Warnings: 

➻ Author’s notes: This story was written anywhere from 4 - 10 years ago. I’m highly aware that much of the content in this story is unrealistic and may be triggering to some. Please mind all tags! If you’re unsure, please just skip this story. This story is fiction and does not reflect real-life idols' behaviors, personalities, or beliefs. This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!

The dorm was relatively quiet that evening. A few of the members had their own schedule to go to. Like Sehun with his movie, Suho with his premier. He was pretty sure Kyungsoo was shooting for another drama. Baekhyun, himself, had just finished shooting his own movie for the evening and he was more than happy to spend the rest of the evening doing nothing. With Lay still in China, Kai out with his girlfriend, Chen and Xiumin doing god only knows what, and Chanyeol probably composing, Baekhyun was left to do whatever he wanted. What he wanted to do, he wasn’t entirely sure. 

He had taken a few selfies after his shower, but didn’t have the energy to post them on instagram. The thought of watching a movie or something crossed his mind, but that required getting up to get his laptop, which is something he honestly didn’t want to do at the moment. He was very comfy, sprawled out on the bed in nothing but his boxers, hair still slightly damp from his shower, towel draped over his shoulders. 

So he stuck with his phone. He was going back and forth between instagram, thumbing through pictures and YouTube, watching different random videos. It was one of his favorite ways to unwind after a busy day. He had just clicked on a Girl’s Day video to watch one of the previous performances when the notification dropped down from the top of his phone. A quick scan showed that it was from Chanyeol and it was a photo attachment.

Pausing the video, he exited out of the app and scrolled over to his messages and opened them. Clicking on Chanyeol’s name, he watched as the message popped up and he stared at the photo in front of him.

It was, what he assumed was Chanyeol laying in bed with the blankets wrapped around his legs and his hand pressed down, fingers curled slightly around his very hard and erect cock that was still in his shorts. He had to cock his head, eyes glued to the image for a moment before he shook his head. It was a daring image and he wasn’t sure why Chanyeol took it, but he just shrugged it away. He didn’t bother to send a reply back, figuring either it was some weird prank or had misclicked who he wanted to send it too. 

Exiting out of his messages, he opened back up the YouTube app and continued to watch his video. He was bobbing his head along, singing to the song happily. His eyes moved around on the screen, watching each woman as she danced. He had to admit, he did like watching the girls dance in the outfits the stylists had picked out for them. Tummy flashes and long legs. Oh the long legs. He loved a girl with long legs. 

He couldn’t help but laugh loudly when one of the girls fell. He covered his mouth and giggled and watched till the end before looking for another video. Mess ups were always funny to watch, as long as he wasn’t the one who made the mess up. He decided to go with a boy group this time and up10tion was getting a lot of attention, so he decided to watch these rookies. The video had just started when another picture came in from Chanyeol. Baekhyun could only shake his head and guess what Chanyeol could want to show him this time. Hopefully not another dick covered pic. 

Baekhyun could hope all he wanted, but the moment he pulled up Chanyeol’s message, his hopes were dashed as his eyes widened to an impossibly large size. Right before him was a picture he never thought he would get from Chanyeol. The other had his pants down around his thighs...those milky white thighs. His hand was wrapped around his erect cock and lord was it big. It was certainly bigger than Baekhyun had thought it would be. Bigger than he thought it should be. It was…..huge.

Baekhyun couldn’t help but lick his lips, and with slender fingers, he enlarged the picture and looked at it closer. He was uncircumcised and Baekhyun was surprisingly okay this. Baekhyun was surprisingly okay with all of this. From seeing his friend’s penis to actually liking the look and shape of it. And wanting to...taste it.

Reaching up, Baekhyun slapped himself a few times on the cheek. “Snap out of it Byun.” he muttered. He couldn’t like this. He couldn’t like seeing his friends dick. He couldn’t like seeing a dick period. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t natural. But yet something inside him was telling him that this...this dick was the one he had always wanted. Not that he knew he wanted a dick. But this dick was the one. 

“Oh my god I’m going crazy.” he muttered. He closed the picture out, fingers pressing the chat box as he sent a quick reply back to the younger male 

Chanyeollie~

‘Yah! Why are you sending me pictures of your dick?!’

Closing out the application once more, he pulled YouTube back up and started the video again, trying to keep his mind off of the pictures he received while he waited for a reply back. He was barely another 30 seconds into the video when the message came through and Baekhyun quickly opened it.

Chanyeollie~

‘Sorry man, must have clicked your name by mistake. ‘

Baekhyun couldn’t believe what he was reading. Chanyeol had actually meant to send these pictures to someone else? Who could he be sending such naughty pictures to? And why? That was the most important question. Actually the most important question was how come Baekhyun didn’t know Chanyeol had someone he wanted to send nude pictures too? He was in shock and not really sure how to reply to this. It took him a good five minutes before he could finally formulate a reply that didn’t either sound dumb, sounded mean, or sounded like he wanted to see more.

Chanyeollie~

‘You could get in trouble if these pictures go to the wrong person. 

Why are you taking them anyway?’

That seemed like a good enough response. It wasn’t too harsh, and he didn’t sound too curious like he might want more. He sounded just right. Instead of going back to his video, this time he just kept his messages opened and waited. And waited. And waited some more. It honestly felt like forever before he got the message back, but in reality it had barely been a minute.

Chanyeollie~

‘Your right. Good thing it was you. I just wanted to

see what it would look like if I took a picture of my cock.

Do you like it? Big right? I think I’m the biggest in the

group now.’

Baekhyun smacked his head. Leave it to Chanyeol to want to try something that was so dangerous and scandalous like that. The other was just crazy, that’s all there was to it. But did he like it? If he was being honest with himself, yes he did like it. He liked it a lot. 

Chanyeollie~ 

‘Why would you ask me if I liked it? Chanyeol

you're crazy. Stop taking pictures of your dick.’

Baekhyun honestly wasn't sure what else to say this other than that. He wasn't going to tell his best friend he liked the picture of his dick. And he wasn't going to admit to himself that he liked the picture of his best friend’s dick. Even if he already knew he did. He'd rather lie to himself than to admit it.

Chanyeollie~

‘Aw you’re no fun Baek. Come over here and

help me take more pictures.’

Baekhyun groaned and sighed and rubbed his forehead. This man. He couldn’t believe it. He wanted him to help take dick pictures? How could he even help? Other than hold the camera? He certainly wasn’t going to be holding Chanyeol’s dick. At all.

Chanyeollie~

‘There is no way I’m helping you. Forget it’

Baekhyun expected a reply from Chanyeol, complaining that Baekhyun wasn’t being fair, but when nothing came, Baekhyun almost felt a little disappointed. Not that he couldn’t just text Chanyeol again. Or even get up and walk down the hall and go see the other in his room.  He could do any of those. And yet he sat there and pouted. He pouted like a upset teenage girl who didn’t get her way. And for no real good reason.

After about holding his phone for ten minutes, he threw it down on his bed. He wasn’t in the mood anymore to watch videos or anything. Laying down on his bed, he stared up at the ceiling, thinking about what he should or shouldn’t do. After a while though, his mind went to other things, like all the little popcorn like things that lined his ceiling. What was it? Why was it there? Had it always been there?

They were deep thought provoking questions that had him so wrapped up that when his phone went off, he jumped on his bed slightly and panted. Reaching over, he grabbed and stared at the notification that Chanyeol had sent him another message. Raising a brow, he unlocked his phone and pulled up his messages and stared at the little clip link of a video. He wasn’t liking what he saw, but he hit play anyway.

“Baekhyun-ah~” Chanyeol’s breathy moan came through the phone. Baekhyun’s eyes widened as he watched as the camera was tilted down, revealing Chanyeol’s hand wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it. Baekhyun watched the way the skin moved over the head, covering it on every upstroke before being removed on the down stroke. Thead was so smooth and pink in color. It looks so delicious. He gave the head a squeeze, his thumb swiping over it and he moaned out louder.

“Fuck, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun groaned and licked his lips. The way his name left Chanyeol’s lips sent a shiver up his spine and made his cock.twitch. “Fuck.”  He watched as Chanyeol got a closeup of his cock, watching the way the other stroked himself. Chanyeol moved his fingers and used his thumb to press down on his cock, pushing it downwards before letting it go. Baekhyun let out a groan as the cock bobbed back and forth a few times before stopping.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t eager to see more. He was falling deeper and deeper into a state of lust that he didn’t want to admit he could be in, but it was happening.

The camera moved and turned, showing Chanyeol’s face and the smile that graced his face, cheeks slightly flushed. “You could be in here helping me Baekhyun. But instead you want to keep denying your attraction for me.”  he spoke deeply and chuckled. “That’s okay. Enjoy this video and know one day, you’ll get the real thing. Until then...baby.” He turned the camera again and pointed it at his cock. His other hand wrapped around the hard flesh and stroked himself quickly. Deep grunts left him, hips slightly moving before they stilled.

“Baekhyun!” Baekhyun gasped as he watched the milky fluid shoot from Chanyeol’s cock, landing on his hand and abdomen as he stroked himself through his orgams. The video ended and Baekhyun was left there to stare in shock and awe. It wasn’t until his cock gave a painful twitch, did he realize he was hard, horny and desperate for Chanyeol’s cock. 

He fell back on the bed and panted softly as he reached down and gripped himself through his pants, giving his cock a squeeze. “God I fucking hate you, Park Chanyeol.” he grumbled to himself. Lifting his phone, he pressed play once more and watched the video while stroking his cock. 

It was going to be a long night.

[swordbreakerz]

You know what I do.

There is no snow here.

Let her come.

[lostlovesoul11]

[MILF HUNTER]

Pairing: Haechan X Reader

Warnings: Smut, oneshot, milf reader, use of mistress, age difference(legal), very switch energy, sexting, tension, flirty, oral receiving (m/f), humiliation, praise, dirty talk, sex toy, solo masturbations, degradation, fucking, neighbour, darcphilla, orgasm denial, breeding, squirting.

Word count: 7k

18+ only no minors!

meant to be posted last month but whatever.

Summary: what happens when the local milf online lives in your neighbourhood?

Did you know, women in their 30's are the horniest... they fuck like no other," Jaemin licks his lip as he reads through the article on his phone.

"Yeah their libido increases as they age, something to do with their hormones levels." Renjun adds further, "They call it the women sexual prime time."

Haechan immediately perks his ears up upon this information, eyes fixed ahead at his two friends giving him new information he's never heard of.

"Which basically means I should find a milf right now." Haechan shoots out with a smirk. He's unapologetically himself.

"Oh god," Renjun replies.

"Can't say I didn't expect it," Jaemin responds back at his friend with a chuckle.

After a conversation with his friends, Haechan surely had to test it out for himself. He just can't stop thinking, thinking of how eager and horny women could get. Was it true? Thoughts appearing in his dazzled mind.

He gets his laptop from the table, taking it right to the bed with him. Leaning back in a comfortable position, he opens up his search engine. Typing away to find websites and scrollin down before he comes across one specific site.

www.hotmilfsinyourarea.com

Interesting he thought, as his brow raised up in curiosity. One thing about Haechan was he had many tastes in people. He's pretty open minded to newer things, new experiences.

Fingers almost rushing to click on the said link, opening up a whole new different world. Haechan scrolls through the variety of Milfs that are designated on the site, waiting to be approached. Fuck there's so many options, he thought. Scrolling away before his mind stops, his eyes squinting as he focuses on a particular name, AngelMilf00.

The image was a cropped body shot in a dress that hugged both breasts well. Easily a size DD. This piqued Haechan's interest for sure, after all he loves himself some milkers.

He began to read through the bio about Angel clicking at every image that was possibly posted. One thing he loved was how immaculate the lighting was. Really emphasising on those voluminous large breasts. There was body shots against a white wall, back arched as her perky ass was on display. The white wall brings more attention to the features. However her face was still hidden. That was still a mystery. But for now Haechan's cock is growing through his pants, expediting.

His cock already aching for some action. Those images of Angel sent an immediate blood rush to him. Imagining her being bent over and ass being covered in redness, fuck. His hand pressing down his bulge, letting out a tiny groan before removing his pants and boxers, exposing his hardened cock.

Hand gripping on his cock when he begins to stroke upwards and down, he lays slightly back. With his other hand he types up a quick message.

Hyuck66: hey, quick question. those milkers a size DD? he asked.

AngelMilf00: hi! oh wow you're actually correct. She responded.

Hyuck66: I guess you can say I know my things well, especially my favourites, he replied.

AngelMilf00: definitely. I'm guessing your also into milfs with big tits? She asked.

Hyuck66: i mean, fuck yeah. I don't discriminate. I love me all kinds of women, you know.

AngelMilf00: nice. So tell me, can a young guy like you keep up all night? Use that cock well enough?

Hyuck66: I'd keep you begging for more, hun.

AngelMilf00: I like the confidence.

*sends incoming tit pic*

AngelMilf00: gonna touch your cock for me?

Haechan doesn't need to be told that twice. Sexually frustated as ever since he got home. His cock already grew larger while scrolling to your images on the site. Except this time, the image sent was not online. It was sent specifically for him.

She has her tongue darted to the side as a cheeky grin is across her hidden face, breasts begging for air. Wondering how many cocks have cummed all over them, fucked them in between. He noticed Angel had a birth mark on the right side of her tit. Hot. Imagine giving her hickies all over that body... fuck.

"Wanna feel those cock sucking lips so badly...." he murmurs to himself. Speeding up his pace, sweat rolling down his forehead as he approaches his end.

AngelMilf00: enjoy the mini. I gotta go now, don't miss me too much.

And just like that she left. The poor boy hissed, palming his cock and stroking furiously until his hands covered in the wet coat.

------------------------‐---------------------

"What you up to mom?" Haechan asks entering the kitchen, trying to find himself some snacks to indulge in.

His mom looks up as she puts the remaining food in the basket. "Oh this is for our lovely neighbour who recently moved in. Thought it'll be a nice welcome gift. Would you like to come with me to give this?"

Haechan opened up some sweets as he put some in his mouth, "i can't Jaemin texted me earlier to come over at his place." He replies, not really interested in seeing who the neighbour is.

"That's okay, maybe next time then. Oh and invite Jaemin over for dinner, don't forget!" She responds, watching Haechan walk out of the kitchen.

"Will do mom."

Bro remember that girl I told you about last week?" Jaemin sighs, rubbing his temples from how frustrated he is because of her.

"Ah yeah she's hot but crazy," Haechan responds, fingers on the controller as he continues to play the game on screen.

"She's too annoying."

Haechan continues playing until he won the game, stretching himself as he leaned back, "Block her, you know what, I'll even give you that chicks number I got from last week."

Jaemin brings out his phone at the suggestion and hits the block button. Grinning at Haechan for his kind offering. "You really something else. Got all the girls hooked fr," he laughs.

A small smirk forming from his mouth, Haechan responds, "what can I say, I'm a ladies man after all.

"So what happened with your milf search?" Jaemin asked.

"Shit, I forgot to tell you. I actually spoke to one online. Her names Angel, she got me acting crazy.."

"What, no fucking way!"

"Yeah, i know right. I might ask her to meet up sometime. She seems to know what's good."

"Well that was quick,"

"Not quicker than you busting in that one chick you had sex with last month!"

"HAECHANNNNN-"

-

Jaemin didn't live too far from Haechan, so they both walked back on the streets as they closely approach Haechan's house.

As they both walked, Jaemin saw Haechan's mom standing nearby as she spoke with someone. Unable to see clearly, they walked more, until...

"Yo, Haechan isn't that your mom over there?" Jaemin stops at his tracks causing Haechan to stop also.

"Yeah, I think some new neighbour moved in recently so she went over there." He shrugged, walking ahead of Jaemin.

Jaemin catches up to Haechan as he walked, "imagine if that neighbour is hot though," causing Haechan to snort.

"Yeah right. Probably an old fart as usual."

He wasn't really focusing on who and where the neighbour was, clearly uninterested on what's going on. But Jaemin stopped almost immediately, perplexed at the sight ahead.

"Uh, I don't think so..." Jaemin utters slowly causing Haechan to look at the shock on his face.

Haechan turns to his left before he speaks up, "What you mean-"

Shocked. Bamboozled. This can't be real for sure. How is a person like you even here? Better yet, the new neighbour! There's never particularly anyone remotely attractive that lives around here in Haechan's mind, however you, you're different.

You was smiling away as you spoke, The way the wind blew against your hair, pushing it back to only expose those gorgeous large breasts. That shirt did not help at all for Haechan's imagination, almost getting squeezed by both breasts wishing he was between those. The way those jeans fitted right against your body, emphazing on the perky full butt you have.

Haechan can almost feel his cock throb, damn. One thing about Haechan was he can get whoever he wanted. Girls would beg for his attention, fall for him all the time. In his mind, he knew he wanted you as soon as he laid eyes. But will you also fall for this charmingly confident boy too?

"Dude.. she's so fucking hot," Jaemin uttered, almost shocked how a person like you are even living here. "That's a total milf right there, how do you get so lucky.."

Haechan smirked, scanning you all over, "Shit, I'll tap that..."

Once dinner was over and Jaemin left, Haechan could finally fix his issue from earlier, thanks to his lovely neighbour.

He scrolled back on to the website, remembering the last time he spoke with a milf, except she ended the chat rather fast. This time he needed to release, he needed more.

Hyuck66: hey

AngelMilf00: hey there, missed me?

Hyuck66: of course, you left me hanging before.

He's right. Angel abruptly ended the conversation whilst he wanted to go further, that did annoy him slightly. Normally women throw themselves at him, never once has anyone left him hanging except Angel.

AngelMilf00: well, I was busy in my personal life. And I thought a guy like you needed to be tamed a lil.

Hyuck66: guy like me?

Haechan wonders what impression Angel has of him.

AngelMilf00: well, you're pretty confident for a young guy.

Hyuck66: does that intimidate you?

One thing about him is he's very confident, which majority of people love. So he's curious to know what Angel thinks. Is he too straight forward? Is that what she likes? Or not?

AngelMilf00: oh, no, of course not. I'm just not used to it, normally guys want to be dominated.

Hyuck66: who said I can't be both?

It's true, he can be both ways. Something about Angel he wants to dominate so badly yet be submissive towards.

AngelMilf00: how many times did you cum the last time we spoke?

Hyuck66: like, a total of 5 times.

Angel didn't say anything else about that. However, the image that was sent by her, Haechan has used for his wank material for hours.

AngelMilf00: all that cum for me?

Hyuck66: i have so much, I'd shower you with all my cum if I could. Make sure every hole sucks my cum right in.

He ain't lying, the amount of times he cummed because of that one image of Angel's breasts, having to change his sheets because of how much his load was falling.

AngelMilf00: such a good boy, always making sure your mistress owns your cum, right?

Hyuck66: yes

AngelMilf00: yes what?

Hyuck66: yes mistress

This is new for Haechan but hearing this just makes him want to be submissve and do exactly what she expects. He bites his lips hearing how much of a good boy he is. He loves praise. Ha.

AngelMilf00: then why the fuck of are you stroking your cock right now? You think im stupid?

Hyuck66: fuck I'm sorry

Shit he gasped. Angel knew him well enough to know its exactly what he's doing. He's stroking his cock right now.

AngelMilf00: are you really sorry?

Hyuck66: yes.. mistress.

AngelMilf00: then don't you dare touch your cock right now.

Haechan groaned. Hes so turned on and his cock is twitching for more touch. It excites him yet frustrates.

Hyuck66: okay, mistress.

AngelMilf00: tell me what you think of doing with me. Want to stretch my cunt out? Can your small cock even do that?

Hyuck66: i keep thinking how pretty your cunt is, more so whilst my cock slides inside. I can't stop thinking how your tight cunt swallows my whole cock in.

AngelMilf00: i can fit my whole fist up my cunt, think your cock can beat it?

Hyuck66: I'd like to think so, mistress

AngelMilf00: slap your cock right now.

Haechan swallows before his hands were raised as he gave a tight slap, causing a stinging pain almost immediate, hissing to himself.

AngelMilf00: is it red?

This just causes him to get even turned on, being denied to touch himself yet he can slap his cock.

Hyuck66: slightly

AngelMilf00: keep slapping it until it gone red

Hyuck66: h-hurts...

AngelMilf00: good. It's what you get for thinking your useless cock is even good enough for me to use. Pathetic.

Blood rushes to his sore cock, veins pertruding out hardening as each second passes. He can't hold himself much longer. He's so whiny and it hurts, he just keeps moving his hips as he lifts them up, imagining fucking Angel's tight cunt.

Hyuck66: fuck

Hyuck66: can I please cum??

Hyuck66: can i use a toy..

AngelMilf00: what kind of toy?

Hyuck66: its a... artifical vagina..

AngelMilf00: what a desperate little bitch. I bet you even made holes in your wall just for that small cock to get action.

Hyuck66: i don't deserve you but can i please use it???

AngelMilf00: God you're the biggest loser ever. Hands not enough for you?

AngelMilf00: how long have you been using it for?

Hyuck66: it's not enough. I'm such a loser it only feels good when I'm inside a hole..

Hyuck66: i wish I could fuck your hole mistress

Hyuck66: I got it a few years ago... I don't use it much now but I'm so fucking horny I need to fuck a cunt badly

Hyuck66: Please mistress 🥺

AngelMilf00: Take a video of yourself fucking into it and send it straight to me

Hyuck66: thank u so much Mistress

Fuckkk.. he bite down his lip, enough to cause a bleed. The humiliation of his old little secrets just makes him grow harder. Impossible for him to even finish himself off with stroking. It's not enough, sweat running down his worn out state. He needs a cunt, a cunt to fuck all the way in and burst his load.

He places his phone at the perfect angle, making sure his lower body parts are all shown.

Haechan rushes up with his sensitive cock, desperate for any kind of touch. He's had people to fuck all the time But for now he has no one, having to improvise.

Getting up towards his drawer, managing to find a toy he's kept well hidden. A time were he was so desperate (down bad) he ordered an artificial vagina just to feel his cock in something tight, sucking him all the way in. What a fucking loser.

He hits the button Record and begins.

He puts it in place. Fingers wetting itself in his saliva before he shoves them inside the artifical pussy. Precum already fell below, making it extra wet for access. Bringing hips forward, pushing his hands on the toy when he makes an entry.

"Fuck mistress..."  he gasps while his remaining inches push through. He feels like he's in heaven right now, being allowed to feel pleasure after being restricted. Although not being  Angel itself, his thoughts can't contain themselves, betting this is how good being inside Angel would feel like.

"Your cunt feels so good... ah..." Closing his eyes as he sways his hips forward, this time increasing his speed. He grunts hard, cock twitching wishing it was Angel.

He whines ever so loudly, his balls are hurting as they smack against the toy. Over extering his power by leaning ahead further, trying to fuck himself quickly as he aches.

"You're so nice to me Mistress," he grunts, speeding his pace like he's fighting for his life. Body covered in full sweat. "Letting me fuck a hole with my useless cock," continuing fucking into the hole savagely.

He's so fucking desperate to cum, his body is bolting into a shock. Cries are coming out of his mouth unable to control himself any longer. He's so ready to burst his load.

"Fuck," he cries out loud biting his lower lip. God he sounds heavenly even when he cries. You can only imagine how beautiful he looks with tears.

"Mmh, c-cumming, c-cumming Mistress..." he bit so hard into the pillow ahead of him, twitching all over once he released his hot cum. Even after he let out his cum inside the toy, he still pushes his cock inside of it. Not being able to get enough of the feeling. Forrcing his cum to stay put as he imagines watching it inside of his Mistress's pretty cunt.

Hyuck66: *sent a video*

Hyuck66: god, that was the best release I've ever had

Hyuck66: my cock still hurts

Hyuck66: i wish it was your cunt instead

Hyuck66: I've never had someone do this to me.. i really liked it Angel

AngelMilf00: I'm glad I got that side out of you baby boy

AngelMilf00: you did so well for me

Haechan felt so exhausted, after having to use his all energy just to release. He never thought feeling humiliation would feel this good. And boy did he love the praise afterwards, grinning hard at the message sent by Angel. Hes so happy she's pleased.

Hyuck66: thanks angel

Hyuck66: i gotta go now

Hyuck66: hopefully we'd speak soon

That was the last message he sent. Weared out by the activity, rushing to the bathroom for a quick shower.

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Holding your grocery bags all at once was probably not the smartest thing to do, causing struggle as you lost grip of them. Great, you thought.

Just as you're trying to grab a hold on a few bags, you see unfamiliar footsteps approaching right towards your direction.

"Need help?" A sweet voice was raised, causing you to lift your head up. It didn't help that the scorching sun was out today, hitting your eyes having to squint at who was in front.

A tall man came in to your peripheral. Legs for days, wearing mid length shorts exposing his thickly thighs. Eyes scanning towards his upper body, straight to his face. His face was illuminating beneath the sun, accentuating his beautiful features. He was a very handsome guy, you thought.

"Sorry, Yes I'd be glad if you could help," You laughed, shaking off your thoughts feeling ever so awkward. Which idiot even picks up this many bags at once? You sighed.

Just as he leaned down, his gaze almost met with yours. You don't know why you felt awkward, eyes looking at everything except him. Feeling shy out of nowhere. Continuing to pick up the remaining bags, until he his hand stopped you.

"It's fine I can hold them for you," bringing his hands forward to take the bags away from you, "I have muscles for a reason," He joked.

You didn't even realise your eyes lingering on his arms as he grabbed most of the groceries. He certainly looks like he goes gym often, you ponder. You managed to break your thoughts and walked over, finding the keys in your purse to open the front door.

You opened your door as you walked inside your home, the boy behind with all of your groceries.

"You can put them on the counter," you spoke out, watching him carry all your groceries putting them directly on it.

"By the way, what's your name?" You questioned.

"I'm Haechan," the cute boy spoke.

"Well thanks Haechan for helping me pick these up." Returning a warm smile.

"My pleasure, a beautiful woman like you shouldn't be carrying heavy things," Flirting right at you.

Beautiful.

It's been days since you've thought of gifting Mrs Lee sonething.

You've been in your kitchen preparing some brownies to offer Mrs Lee for being so sweet and welcoming since you moved in. A kind gesture from your side to return back.

Finally managing to finish them, putting them inside a container. You grabbed hold of it and started walking out of your house straight to Mrs Lee's home.

You reached her porch and knocked on her door a few times, waiting patiently. Figuring she wasn't home since no one opened the door, you decided to walk back, until a door opened.

Haechan smiled widely at the sight ahead, "Well hello there," Leaning on to his door with his messy bed hair, looking attractive as ever.

"Hey," you spoke until you realised who's at the door, "H-Haechan?" You had no idea Haechan was living right next door to your house, neither do you have a recollection of him saying he's Mrs Lee's son. It felt weird but yet a part of you liked to see him once again.

"Ah you're probably surprised, I actually live here," Hand brushing over his soft hair, realising he forgot to mention how he lives right next door to you. "But I'm happy to see your pretty self again," He flirts, leaning against his door with his arms crossed, watching you with a sly smirk.

Feeling flustered hearing him complimenting you once again, fuck. You look down and remember the reason you came here for.

"Actually I wanted to bring these," handing over the container to him, "For Mrs Lee and you." Although they were initially for Mrs Lee, however that's changed now.

"Mrs Lee has been very sweet so I thought i would return her a gesture," you smiled. Handing the box of brownies you made.

Haechan got his hands forward as he reaches for the container, "Oh thanks, made these yourself?"

"Yeah," you replied.

"Then I'm definitely having a taste," licking his lips as he tilt his head to the side, eyes shooting up to you, "Wanna come in?"

You didn't expect Haechan to invite you inside although you knew Mrs Lee, you haven't ever visited inside. It's okay you thought, it's just your neighbour right?

"Uh.. o-okay then," you smiled as you walked in to the house.

"You have a really nice house by the way," you say, as your eyes travel to every part of the home. It was well maintained and clean, hearing some background tv noise playing on inside. You kept strolling around the place.

Your eyes perk up to a portrait of Haechan and his mom. You see where the looks come from, he's undeniably beautiful. You shift your eyes back to him, "Is it just you two in your family?" You asked hesitantly, maybe it wasn't your business but you felt curious to know more.

Haechan walks by your side as you stand there, eyes glued on the image ahead. "Yeah it's just me and my mom," He adds, "It's cool though, I have a lot of cousins and friends living near me, so I don't feel anything less."

You didn't want to further ask any questions since it's not really your business. But having Mrs Lee as his mother, she seems to play both roles fairly well. It must be nice to have people around you, you thought.

"Why did you move here?" Haechan asked, curiousity of what a person like you are doing here. You don't seem to have anyone you live with or any family. He wonders.

Breaking out of thought, you responded, "For a fresh start I guess." You chuckled slightly.

"Bad relationship?" He questioned, surprising you how he guessed that immediately.

"Yeah, my ex wasn't the best after all. Cheated on me with some younger girl," you spat. Haechan's eyebrows raised in quickness at the allegation. Its surprising to him, you're drop dead gorgeous. Clearly that man must have been on some form of crack.

"Ouch," trying to sympathise. "That must have hurt."

"Mm," you breathed out. Not really wanting to get in to the details of how it truly made you feel. You're way over that stage of life now.

Having no idea that Haechan's eyes were glued on to you throughout the whole conversation.

"It must be lonely for you not having someone around," Sounding like he wishes he could change that for you.

You shrugged, "it can be sometimes but I'm okay with it."

"It's a shame," he cooed. Almost like he's making fun of your phlight which made you furrow your brows.

"And why is that?" You spoke, well yes it was a shame what happened but you cant change the past. Frankly you give no shit about what happened.

He looks straight ahead as you both stand, "Whoever that guy is was a fool. Real men now better." Its hilarious how someone like Haechan says these things, he's a young guy after all. What does he know?

Your face turns to the side where he stands straight, eyes fixated on him as you speak, "Know what?" You don't know why you even thought its wise to ask that from someone like him. Maybe you wanted a start, a start of something...

He tilts his head as he looks straight at your curious state, gaze almost turning darkly, leaning in as his finger pushed back the hair fell across your face, tucking it behind your ear gently. "That woman like you deserve to be fucked, fed and bred."

You froze. Hands tugging onto your clothes hearing the lewd words coming from Haechan's mouth. Mouth slightly opening feeling like the air has been pulled out of you. It was dangerous to ask him such a thing, what did you expect from a overly flirtatious young guy?

You'd be lying if you didn't get some thoughts, imagining how it'll be like to get bred... fucked... No! No! This is wrong. He's Mrs Lee's son. How on earth would she react knowing you think of her son in such ways. But you can't fight the tension that's been lingering since the very first meeting. He's youthful, handsome and so cocky.

You swallow hard before you could even speak, even his touch is driving you insane. "I... I h-have a delivery coming soon.. I should leave now," Trying to think of mere excuses just so you can get out of this situation. The longer you remain here the more your thighs squeeze harder, hoping Haechan doesn't notice what is bundling beneath.

Haechan smiled, "Of course. It was nice speaking to you. I hope to see you soon."

You hate how normal he acts while you become a whole mess infront of him.

Running isn't your forte but god, did you run for your life right there. Finally entering your house as you slammed your door, your back pressed against the cold. What the hell was that? Unable to even make sense of what just actually occurred. Did he just imply that towards you?

Closing your eyes shut as you bite down your lip, wondering how he would fuck. The type that pounds you straight to your next life. Absolutely relentless. You bet he knows exactly what a woman wants. Has he fucked a lot of girls? Has he been with someone older? The way he carries himself shows a sense of pride of knowing everything, such a cocky shit.

Can he handle you? Does he know the very nice neighbour of his holds a quiet secret? The secret how your the complete opposite of you show yourself to be. No one knows why you moved away, except Haechan now. But what he doesn't know is how you dealt with the cheating. Extremely hurt and questioning your self worth. Feeling like you was never good enough.

That was until you came across a part time role doing some online chatting on some sex app. All you had to do was talk and send pictures to a bunch of men online, young or old and fulfill their fantasies on some site.

It helped tremendously, boosting your confidence and feeling extremely desired. You felt wanted and sexy for once. Even met up with a couple who you explored yourself with, discovering a side of yourself you never even knew existed.

You walked over your room, going through your draw picking up one of your favourite vibrators. Maybe you can't fuck Haechan, but you can fuck yourself over his thoughts right?

That's when you got rid of each clothing and threw them on the floor. Spreading your legs only to find a strong aroma hitting your nose, your dripping so fucking badly.

Pressing the level to the highest setting, holding it closely to your clit as it vibrates all around it. Wandering how Haechan would eat your cunt, swirl that tongue of his he always let's out while he licks his lips. The type who forces his face inside your thighs and suffocates. He keeps begging for more, wanting to savour every fluid that comes out of your body..

"O-omg... H-Haechan...." hands touching your entire body wishing it was his, this time it didn't take long to cum. Already being a complete mess.

Your gasping for air, riding out the extreme orgasm thay jolts over your body. Legs trembling as the feeling is washing all over you.

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This aint enough for you having to constantly fuck yourself over him. Its been days. You think maybe finding someone and just fucking the tension with them will solve this lingering issue, right?

You managed to scoop a date online from one of your dating apps, you was always a regular on it until you felt bored. You just need a good fuck that is all, expecting nothing else. That's when you came across Joshua. A well spoken guy who is extremely attractive and has a great personality.

He instantly wanted to see you once you both spoke away, meshing really well together. You gave him the time and address to pick you up, as he really wanted to take you out for a date. And why not? After all it's a great distraction from Haechan, fucking on another dick.

He wanted to see you later in the evening time, leaving you only a few hours to get ready. You showered and dried up, applying your lotion around your entire body. Even massaging your breasts whilst your at it, getting them plumped up. Once your done, you start looking through your closet until your eyes fell on a dress. Opting for a tight hugging dress, emphasising on to your beautiful curves.

You kept looking directly at the mirror, in awe how godly you looked right now. Waist snatched, dress complimenting each body part. Getting just in time ready, quickly applying your favourite perfume all over yourself. Applying lipstick just before you leave the house. You knew you looked good tonight.

Joshua parked outside your house, sending a message of his arrival. Your face lit up once you saw the text and begun to walk over your door. Finally. A part of you was nervous, what if Haechan was outside? What would he think? But you brushed those anxious thoughts off.

You walked out of your porch, until you heard someone call you. Please don't be Haechan...

"____ you look beautiful!" Mrs Lee spoke, eyes gazing your entire body before looking back up, "what's the occasion? A date?" She raised a brow.

You let out a slight giggle, thanking God it was someone else who called. "Thank you Mrs Lee. Yes, I'm going on a date."

"Oh he's going to be mesmerised once he lays his eyes on you, I hope you enjoy your date."

"Thank you," you smiled politely. If only she knew the reason why you're going on this so called date is to fuck your frustration over her son.

---------------------------------------------------

You arrived home not long ago. You had a great time over all, Joshua took you out for a nice meal which he paid for then you both had some car sex. He was a great fuck, you loved every second of it. However, you still feel this ache between your legs. Your mind yet again going back on to the flirty young neighbour of yours.

Wondering if it was Haechan fucking you instead... Nope. Not again. Head already hurting just be the thoughts of it. It'll probably never happen, or is it you just don't want it to happen?

That was until you hear your door bell ring. Who the hell would it be during this time? Walking up until you opened the door, eyes widening in surprise to see who is standing at the door, Haechan. The same person you've been wanting to avoid the whole time coming at the possible worse timing ever. It's like he just read your thoughts, feeling completely suffocated in his presence.

"Woah... you look gorgeous."

The first thing he uttered, only to cause your cheeks to fluster at the said compliment. It happened every time, whenever you came across Haechan he always managed to make your cheeks flared, hotness emitting from it. But he always had something to say and like usual he complimented. Not thinking to highly of it.

"That dress hugs your figure really well. I like it on you." His eyes linger down longer, Another compliment yet again. You had to make sure he was alone, you looked over him to see if there's a sign of anyone else there but it was full of silence.

"Thanks Haechan," you shyly responded being infront of his dark gaze. Before you could say anything else he spoke up.

"Can i come in? I wanted to talk to you."

"Sure," you said, walking letting enter as you close the door from behind. You walk towards him in the living room as he stands.

''So what did you want to speak about?"

"How was your date?" He shooted right away, curiosity in his mind. How did he even know?

"How did you know I went on a date?"

"Ah, my mom mentioned it earlier, said you looked stunning, which I don't doubt," Licking his lips as he gazes down your body.

"Ah it was fine..." you spoke as you looked down. You didn't want him to be here right now. Feeling the ache between your legs hitting you more. As much as you wanted him, you know how to separate your job between real life, which is why you always tried to avoid him whenever you came across. Which is why you fucked Joshua 2 hours ago.

"Your date got really lucky", if you was mine this entire outfit would be ripped off as soon as I laid eyes on you." Somehow he boldness coming from his words like never before. Was he drunk or something?

"Haechan, stop. This is really inappropriate of you." You snapped back.

"Oh fuck sakes. He sighed annoyed. You should know by now what I think of you. The filthy thoughts i have of you in my mind..."

"I think you should leave."

"I don't think you want me too," He smirks walking over to you. Your mind puzzled with thoughts, not realising your going down towards the kitchen counter as you hit behind it. His hand one the cold surface locking you in. "Think I haven't catched you staring at me all the time?"

He leaned in so close to your ears, with a small whisper, "Think I didn't notice the way you squeezed your thighs together that day _____?

"Nonsense," you spit.

"What's nonsense is how bad you want me to the point you had to go on a date with another guy just to fuck. Bet you thought of me when he fucked you huh, wishing it was me. Even playing with that wet cunt of yours, I know you think of me too..."

"S-stop..." you plead. Shutting your eyes to avoid eye contact. Feeling like he'd see you falter and the act of how you truly feel will come out.

"Why stop when it's only right? When we both want this? When it feels so good..." whispering into your ears

He was right. Suprised to hear the truth behind his words. You've been gawking at him ever since, lewd thoughts consuming your mind throughout the day. Fingering yourself for nights.

His knee comes between your legs as he spreads them open, watching how you slowly grind over them desperately, "You love this."

"What do you want Haechan?" Looking straight ahead watching how he leans in even closer to proxmity.

"You know what I want," the boy utters a whisper besides your neck leaving a cold sensation, causing a shock to your body that you aren't used to.

"But I can't.." you desperately sigh. Closing your eyes wide shut. The placement of his lips felt so good yet you just couldn't, it was wrong. What would happen if his sweet mom found out?

"You didn't say that during our conversations, AngelMilf00..." he snickered, feeling a smile above your skin he laid his lips on.

"W-what....." you barely managed to utter out being in a state of confusion, eyes opening wide at the shocking statement. A million questions surrounding your mind. Puzzled by his words. How does Haechan know your AngelMilf00? Who told him? How did he know you use that website? How did he find out?

"H-how do you k-know about that...?" You asked nervously, still in utter shock.

"So... wait, you're... Hyuck..."

"66," he finishes.

"Believe me I was shocked myself too. I thought i was being delusional but you have the exact same birth mark on your chest," He points his finger directly on to it. God even his touch fucking feels electrifying.

"I remembered seeing you before and I noticed that mark. But for some reason I couldn't shake it off, the more I saw the picture you sent me, the more I was convinced it's you."

"Mistress.."

Hearing him call you that sent a shock to your body, your cunt barely surviving as its heart beat increases. Fuck. His sweet voice calling you, the times when he was being such an obedient boy. It was him all along.

You gulped hard as you heard him talk. How something so small can expose everything. It's quite ridiculous to even say that allegation, but it was right in your case. It was you after all.

"So thanks to your beautiful birth mark on my favourite set of tits", Eyes flicking down with his fingers wandering down to your breasts, I just knew right away. So tell me sweetheart, Am I right?"

You never would have guessed Haechan would be one of the people you speak with. Still shocked, how that very person you had admired lived right close to you. All them nights of speaking, fucking on your fingers in thoughts of him, wanting him to put you in your place as much as you wanted to do him. And here he is, the man himself.

"F-fuck.." you slowly muttered, breath getting hitched up before speaking up, "Y-you're right Haechan."

Haechan chuckled, doing that hot habit of his when brushing his fingers in his hair, grinning so hard."I can't stop thinking about you, how good you'd take up all my cock inside your cunt. But I can't stop thinking how much ur dripping underneath this pretty dress."

"Who said I'm dripping?" You retorted, with a half grin across. The lies told by you is ridiculous. Knowing damn well your wetter than ever at this very point yet the brat in you wants to not admit it.

Haechan extends his hand on your thighs before his fingers swirl up towards your heat, causing you to bite your lips. "So if I just put my hand under your needy cunt you're telling me you won't be dripping of wetness?"

He's not stupid. He knows how his touch drives you insane just by seeing your reaction, leaving a small whimper.

Ever since he's entered in your home, He can't help but think what flimsy material that dress is. Easily ripping apart. Leaving nothing to his imagination, hugging your curves so tightly.

You grab hold of his hand tightly, stopping him from entering inside, "I guess I should teach you other ways to find out, don't you think baby?"

And here comes the side of yourself which Haechan always wanted to experience, for once finding someone who counterparts and puts him right in his place, happily.

"Then teach me," Haechans voice drops lower, face pushing down towards your heaving chest as he looks up,"Teach me how to make you feel good mistress..."

"Sit." You demanded.

All Haechan has ever acted was being cocky for his own good. You know what will put him in his place right now.

He kneels down as he gazes up, eyes turning from dark to soft in an instant, like a stupid little puppy waiting for his treat.

"You got quite a mouth on you, you know that?"

"But I-.."

"Shut the fuck up. Did I ask you to speak?"

Pulling your dress all the way up only for Haechan to see you have absoutely nothing on underneath. Your bare cunt is just dripping with slick, throbbing for touch. Spreading your thighs wide enough, pulling his face closer to nozzle in between your thighs.

Shivering from whats happening, he squeezes his own thighs in pleasure. His cock hurts so so bad. But he wants to please his mistress.

His lips launch around the folds, slight hair which prickles his face. You love the feel of his fat pink lips going all across.

You grab on to his soft hair only to pull it vigorously, an indication for Haechan to keep going. He can't even pause for any second to let out a breath. You want to cum. It's a need, a necesscity.

Grinding all over his gorgeous slick filled face, you slightly squat your thighs on to his cute nose as it hits the clit. Wanting him to feel suffocation, the only way to serve you is being close to giving up entirely. His hands tighten against your thighs, red marks arise having his fingers firmly pressed into your skin. A sign of struggles, you can hear his groans. His face being filled of your cum and his own tears, looking the most beautiful ever.

Thighs burning so badly, moving away from his nose, you move your hips all his mouth. The gush of his own saliva splattered all over. He fucking loves eating pussy, he just wants to take you all in, being all kinds of nasty with you.

"Look so pretty with a cunt on your face, Keep going and you might get a treat," You praised, moving your fingers on his around his cheek looking down at the desperate little bitch who would do anything to please his mistress.

Haechan loves hearing praise, knowing he is doing such a good job. It further excites him by becoming aggressive with his sucking, his tongue spreading over your folds before he shoves them deeply inside your cunt. Making you tremble as the pleasure begins to overflow your entire body.

"K-keep going," you breath out with a moan, mouth opening wider each time he swirls his tongue around, inserting it in and out. You knew your approaching your end very soon as your body continues to shake tremendously, legs aching not being able to remain stable.

You have your hand on the kitchen counter for support, spreading your legs further just to feel his desperate tongue slurping all the way down to your ass. Running your own hands to your breasts, you tightly squeeze and pinch your nipples. Knowing how much he admires your breasts you put on a little show for him, as hes not being allowed to touch.

He growls loudly inside of you, veins popping out from his neck ready to burst. He continues to get aggravated. He hates how he can't even put his hand above and fondle your beautiful breasts. Suffering just by watching, cock hardening at each second. You know the look he has in his eyes, he's at his breaking point. You love it.

"Shit, I'm going to squirt.." you shivered as you spoke. You stop moving but Haechan pulls you closer beneath you, his eyes begging for more. He's not done yet, he wants to ride you out completely.

"N-need to be good, I want to consume it all, I wanna be your good boy-, he sniffles in between with cum filled around his features. His eyes almost puppy like, watering with your slick mixed with tears. He looks so cute like this.

"P-please Mistress," he begged so obediently.

"O-open your mouth baby," Releasing once his mouth is entirely open, flushing down the liquid that exerts out from you. Looking below and watching how he doesn't miss a single drop. He enjoyed it so much, still slurping your hole because he loves to give pleasure.

You bring him up and immediately kiss him. Feeling the taste of your own self on his lips.  "Fuck me Haechan," you murmured against his lips hard, bodies colliding roughly.

You love teaching him a lesson, he's always been cockier than ever and deserves to be put in to place. However, you know how great he'd be fucking you, mouthing full of disgusting things. You love to be dominated.

"Gladly," he excitedly states. He knows he won't be able to last long at all and needs to feel being inside of you. Removing his belt, taking his pants half way down, he flips you around against the counter.

He slaps your swollen cunt hard then soothes it with his mouth as he kissed, "Fucking love this cunt," he groans, eliciting a loud moan from your mouth.

He strokes his cock once before pushes it through your abused cunt. You can feel the way all his inches pushed through, his cock felt so good inside you. This is what you've always wanted to feel, Haechan's cock sliding through.

"Mm.. your cunt is much tighter than I thought." he growled. Eyes rolling back feeling your warm cunt. Increasing his pace once he settled in. He sinks lower and lower with his hands over your waist, making you feel all his inches.

"You feel so big in me," you moaned. His cock was a fairly decent size with thick grith. He felt perfect, strecthing out all yours walls already. Like he's made for it.

He delivers small licks over your spine, causing a shiver over your entire body. "Yeah? Giving you deeper strokes, Thought I had a small cock, huh?"

His hands grab on to your breasts, squeezing them before he flicks with his fingers.

Your eyes rolling back, Haechan is thrusting aggressively. You know he felt some way about it but really you just was playing.

"Mmm.." you wince out.

"Those grown men know nothing. You're just a slut in heat. Begging to get fucked," mercilessly fucking you with his other hand finding its way to your clit. Speeding roughly as his hand moves around the clit.

"Your c-cock feels so good..."

Haechan chuckles, "Oh I know it does. That guy definitely didn't fuck you right, needy cunt of yours keeps begging for my cock," Smacking your ass with a loud thud, groaning as he thrusts his hips forward, pushing you on to the cold surface.

Haechan squeezes your throat, balls smacking behind your ass as he begins to feel like he's coming. Fucking you straight animalistic.

"Only i can fuck you this good," ramming his cock faster as one hand is on your throat, tightening as he increases his pace. You can hear his gorgeous loud groans, his drool coating your back as it slips behind you.

"Wanna know something? Getting slower in his pace after the build up, making you wince. "I've been fucking others but I don't even cum in them. Wanna know why?"

"W-why Haechan...." you muffled out

He picks his pace back up, going ballistic with his balls hitting behind, hand grabbing your throat pressing on it roughly, making you suffocate and harder to breathe.

"Because you own my cum. It belongs to only you."

"C-cumming.... oh.... fuckk..." you cried. Your whole body shaking, legs trembling from the orgasmn that just occurred. Rolling your eyes back and loudly moaning, you creamed all over his cock. The feel of his hot cum shooting all over your cunt and owning it was the best thing you ever experienced.

He keeps thrusting his cock inside your wet cum filled cunt, making sure your inside sucks it all in. Swallowing it down.

"Shit.. your cunt felt so good I couldn't help but fucking bust," he looks in awe at how much your dripping.

You loved it. Finally fucking Haechan and getting rid of the frustration building between you both.

You both cleaned up in the shower together, then he left soon after.

Already you're feeling ache down below. But at least now you can call him over and fuck how ever much you wanted.

Texting Jaemin:

Haechan [12.30am] yo u won't believe who i just fucked...

Half an hour after

Angel [1.00am] meet me tommrow

Angel [1.01am] miss your cock

Well that article was true after all.

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[finelinevogue]

for tour content, maybe you could do an imagine that’s like a series of small moments like little interactions on stage or picking tour outfits or nights in the tour bus/airplane ! just little domestic things <3

i’m going to do this because i have so many weird ideas and just no way of putting them all together ! ;

Grilled Cheese Conversations

The tour bus smelt like it was on fire.

You had been sitting in the living room with Harry for a couple of hours, both of you just skimming through photos from the Met Gala together - judging obviously, before Harry announced he wanted to make himself some food and so left for the kitchen.

He’d been in there for 45 minutes now and the smells that were diffusing from their smelt bloody awful. Harry could cook really extravagant foods, like caviar and lobster, but when it came to something as simple as making a sandwich he was absolutely terrible for some reason. The point was proven when he walked back into the room with a burnt coal looking sandwich.

“What, is that?” You laughed, still sitting with your phone in your hand and waiting for him to come back so you could continue judging these Met outfits together.

“It’s a grilled cheese sandwich?” He spoke as if you were dumb and you should have known that instantly. He walked over to you, sitting down next to you and resting the plate on the table in front of him.

“No, that’s a piece of char.” You raised your eyebrows disapprovingly and watched as he scowled at you for being mean to his culinary skills.

“Well i’m sure it’ll taste great.” He looked smug, up until he took a bite from the cheesy melted - burnt - bread. As soon as the food touched his tongue he was quick to spit it back out again, you groaning in disgust. He pushed the plate away and looked at it in anger. “45 bloody minutes and it tastes of burnt wood.”

“I’m not even going to ask why you know that.” You raised your hands and laughed, watching as he turned to scowl at you again. He had quite the angry face when he wanted to. “Sorry, alright! Do you want me to go make you one?” You asked, sitting up to go and make him one if he wanted.

Harry pulled you into his lap so you were sat with your back to his front, his arms looping around your waist tightly to keep you with him. His chin rested on your shoulder and he kissed your cheek because he could. “No. Stay w’me.” He got all cuddly and soft and you loved it when Harry was like this. He was like a life-size version of your stuffed teddy bear you used to sleep with at night - all cute and cuddly.

“Okay, okay.” You calmed him when he thought you were just going to get up and go. “Let’s judge some people again.” You pulled out your phone and opened it to a twitter account which had posted all of them.

“Where did we get up to?” Harry asked, fiddling with the skin on your stomach as his hands snaked beneath your hoodie.

“Um, Kim K.” You clicked on the image of her and tried to hold back the laugh. It was a dreadful outfit and highly meme worthy, so you’ve heard.

“Well…” Harry sighed, reaching his own hand to swipe seeing as he didn’t have anything more to say on this particular one.

“Billie looked beautiful.” You smiled as Billie’s huge dress came on display, looking a fluffy pink marshmallow dream. She looked very Monroe with her makeup and you were always so shocked when people told you her age, because she looked so mature.

“She must’ve taken inspiration from Marilyn Monroe.” Harry added, nodding in approval of Billie’s outfit.

“More so than bloody Addison Rae.” You laughed, thinking about how far that had been from the truth.

“Addison who?” Harry asked and it made you smile and turn your head around to look at him. He looked down at you, noticing the cheeky glint in your eyes and couldn’t help but steal a glance at your beautiful lips.

“This is why I love you.” You sighed happily and gave him a kiss on the lips, cupping his cheek to direct him better. You were only going for a peck, but Harry made it that you got the full taste of him and kissed you for a minute longer. He felt perfect against you and you really did just simply love him.

“Yeah,” Harry broke from the kiss for a brief moment to tell you something important, “and I love you.”

••••

All Things Sparkles

It was an hour before the Dallas show and Harry was getting ready for another big show.

Dallas were known for being crazy and you were so excited for the energy they’d bring for Harry tonight. Harry always enjoyed the shows more when the crowd was actually ecstatic to be there and he knew Dallas wouldn’t let him down.

He was putting on his silk trousers, Lambert just to the side as he was ironing the shirt to get rid of all its crinkles. Your Harry currently looked so funny in his Gucci silk trousers, his bright yellow socks with bananas all over them, his suspenders hanging down by his sides and no shirt on as of yet. It was the socks that really pieced everything together. He had just had his hair and makeup done, just needing to get dressed before he was completely ready.

He was really glowing tonight. It made you happy to see him like this.

You were watching him through the vanity mirror as you touched up your own makeup, adding highlighter to the areas you wanted to shine a little brighter. You also started adding some gems around your eyes, wanting to be a bit different tonight along with your glittery eye shadow that you didn’t normally do. You were glueing your gems when you felt your boyfriends presence behind you, the heat of his bare chest radiating against the skin of your back.

“You look stunning, m’love.” You looked up through the vanity to catch his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back.

“Thank you. Not too bad looking y’self.” You cheekily replied, motioning towards his bare chest. “Are y’going to be keeping that out all night?” You asked, being hopeful that he would, because fuck it was hot, but also wouldn’t, because you wanted this part of him all to yourself.

“You’d like that wouldn’t y’yeah.” He squinted his eyes at you and nodded, a clear sign that no his tits were not going to be out for Dallas. “Up.” He spoke, lifting you up from under your armpits and walking around the chair so that he could sit down himself. He plonked you right back on top of his lap and watched as you leant forwards to add another gem to the corner of your eye.

“Y’putting me off.” You whined, your ass leaning right back onto the hard of his cock. He couldn’t keep soft around you, that was his kryptonite.

“Oh i’m sorry. It’s not like m’girlfriend is just sitting there looking ridiculously beautiful and yet so innocent.” He leaned forwards to whisper the rest of his words, because they were only for you. “Just look so fuckable right now.”

You had to bite your tongue from turning around and shoving it down his throat, because god did his words make you want to jump his bones. “Shut up, before y’get us both in trouble.” You wiggled your ass back over his cock as you sat back to admire the work of the gems brightening up around your eyes.

“Then stop being a fuckin’ tease.” He grabbed your hips and stopped your from moving anymore. You just smiled and put the lid back on the glue before it went everywhere, especially over Harry’s expensive clothing - even the banana socks were £17.

You looked at him through the mirror to find him already looking at you. You blushed quietly as you watched him take in your beauty. It was quite hard to get over just how ethereal he looked tonight and it made you so feral knowing he was all yours and only yours. Looking down at the gems you got an idea.

“Do y’want me to put some gems on y’too?” You asked, pointing to the ones around your eyes and thinking that he’d looked even prettier with some around his.

“Only if i’m matching w’you yeah.” Harry nodded excitedly. You got up from the chair and swizzled yourself around until you were sat back on his lap, only this time straddling him. You were so close to him now that it was getting ridiculously harder to stop yourself from taking him here and now. You leant down, instead, and gave him a lasting kiss on the skin covering his heart. Your lips lingered there for a moment, before you moved back up to see him already staring down. He smiled when he saw the stain of your lipstick printed over where his heart beat. “I proper love you, Y/N.” He smiled and cupped your chin in his fingers to bring your lips to him.

“No!” Lambert shouted, making you two pause. “You two’ll never stop if you start, so don’t start until after the bloody show.” He rolled his eyes and continued with his ironing, making you and Harry chuckle feeling like high-school kids.

“Okay, now stay still.” You spoke as you glued the first gem and held it steady against the corner of his eye. He wanted to keep his eyes open to keep looking at you, because that’s all he ever wanted to do, but you instructed him to close them just to be on the safer side. It went on easy, sticking to the outer corner of his eye, in a soft white colour that matched his trousers. Yours were the same creamy white colour to match the colour of your dress.

“Do I look pretty yet?” Harry asked rhetorically, but you replied anyways.

“Y’look pretty always.” You kissed the top of his nose whilst you glued the other gem. He closed his eyes as you told him to, but he still smiled at your words. You concentrated as you stuck the gem to the corner of the other eye and sat back to make sure they were even. Harry opened his eyes to see you making sure they looked good. “S’perfect.”

“Like you then.” He hummed in appreciation of you.

“Let’s see then.” Lambert asked, making you both turn in the chair to face him and you readjusting yourself so you were sat back against his chest. “Oh yes! Okay this is photo worthy.” Lambert took out his phone and held it up to face you both, making sure you could see the gems.

“I don’t even have a shirt on!” Harry exclaimed, but held you close anyways as you smiled for the photos and his words making you belly laugh. You posed more seriously for a few and then took a few silly ones to. Your favourite one, though, was one where you were laughing so happily and Harry was looking at you and smiling in awe over you.

He set it as his lock screen. You set it as yours. It would stay that way until your new favourite photos became your wedding day photos.

••••

Sign Of The Times

Tonight was the first Love on Tour show you were attending, only having missed opening night in Las Vegas.

Harry knew that you were coming, but you’d told him to source you out within the crowds because you wanted a full fan experience. You’d gotten the all-clear from Harry’s security, allowing your from backstage and straight through into the cherry pit. You had your lanyard and your sign ready, as fans started to pile in. You were originally going to go straight to the barricade, but you thought the fans deserved that more than you so you hung back and stayed the ends of the crowds.

A few fans spotted you and came up to asking for photos, so you did. Posing with your mask on was weird because you still smiled underneath the mask even though it wouldn’t be seen in the photo. Some fans asked whether they could stay and dance with you ask night to which you were so happy for, because dancing alone would’ve been embarrassing even for you.

The intro for golden started and the crowds were deafening, but all you could think about was your boyfriend and his challenge to spot you within the crowds. Golden and Carolina came and went, you dancing like a crazed fan along with all your new friends. Everyone was so happy and some were even crying tears of joy.

There was just love, love, love, everywhere.

Harry came to his first pause and took a quick drink since he was already quite hot and the altitude in Denver was crazy.

“Good evening Denver!” He shouted into the mic, waiting for the screams of his fans to uproar and then settle before speaking on, “The altitude is crazy here. I’ve barely done anything and I can’t breathe!” He spoke, making you slightly anxious for him but you knew he would be okay because he had an oxygen tank on stage. “Now, m’girlfriend is somewhere here tonight and i’ve gotta find Y/N before I lose the challenge.”

The fans around you started screaming that you were here and the message kept on getting passed down the crowds until they reached the front. Harry was walking around your side of the stage until he met the fans at the front saying that you were behind them. Harry held his hand over his eyes to help him find you better and you held up your sign to help him. Your sign had taken you all of 5 minutes to doodle, but the message was clear;

“I want a kiss from the one in suspenders.”

“There y’are.” He laughed when he saw your sign, dropping his mic and leaning over himself to catch his breathe from the belly laugh that he just let out. You smiled when you saw him laugh, the fans around you screaming and thanking you for making him be this way. Harry stood up and looked at you, messing with his earpiece so he could hear the arena better.

“Kiss me!” You shouted and the people around you were also shouting for him to kiss you. Even with masks on Harry could clearly understand the message.

“I wanna kiss you but I can’t!” He spoke through his mic and his voice echoed throughout the arena, making everyone scream and you simply blush. You knew he couldn’t come and just give you a kiss, it would be too dangerous, but he sent you loads of blown kisses instead and you kept them all. You sent your own back and he stuffed them all in his back pocket, before moving on to his next song before he got told off.

“Damn, he really loved you.” One of your new fans friends says next to you and all you could think was; yeah, yeah he does.

••••

My Only Angel*

For four hours he had been gone.

Four hours since he was in this hotel room with you. Four hours since you had first started acting like a brat. Four hours since he’d gotten fed up of our attitude and tied you up and left a vibrator pulsing against your clit. Four hours since your first orgasm, four minutes since your last.

The whole time Harry had been on stage, all he could think about was you being bound tight in his hotel room and dripping wet from the number of orgasms you would’ve had. He knew you’d never be able to hold yourself for four hours, so he didn’t say you couldn’t cum only he forgot to mention that the number of times that you did cum would be the number of times he denied you later on in the evening. Harry had gotten especially hard performing Only Angel, because that was your song that he’d written for you and then fucked you countless times to. Fans noticed, but put it down to the adrenaline of being onstage rather than the thought of his girlfriend being tied up and overstimulated back in his hotel room.

You just came down from the high of another orgasm when Harry walked through the door. You sighed when you saw him, thinking this would finally be it and he’d let you go free now you’ve suffered your punishment. That was wishful thinking, however.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.” Harry pretended, wanting to tease you as much as possible, as he walked past you and hung his jacket on the back of a chair.

“H-harry.” You sighed, squeezing your eyes when you moved and felt the vibrator hit and new and exciting angle. You moaned quietly and had to suppress the embarrassing cries you wanted to let out.

“Yes?” Harry moved so he was standing at the edge of the bed, undoing the buttons on his shirt one-by-one. He looked so hot with his sleeves rolled and the suspenders already dropped down to his sides.

“I-I please s-st- enough.” You whimpered, pulling on the restraints to try and stop it yourself but you’d already tried that one too many times and nothing has come of it.

Your wrists were slightly red and bruised from all the tugging you’d been doing and Harry noticed that as he peeled away his shirt from his body. He threw the silk shirt somewhere else in the room and walked over to the right side of the bed, sitting down to get a closer look at your wrists. He leant down to give it a gentle rub and a kiss. You sighed in delight at the feeling of his cool lips burn against your flaming skin. Harry sat up and tilted your face to the side so you could face him, slight tears in your eyes. He looked at you for a few moments, taking in the shear beauty of you and your glorious body, before making sure you were alright.

“What’s your colour, baby?” He asked you gently, stroking your cheek and then running his thumb along your bottom lip with a soft pull.

“G-green.” You nodded and he smiled, leaning in to kiss you on your desperate lips. You basked in the taste of him, closing your eyes like you needed to save this moment to memory forever. You loved him like this, when he was dominant with you. He let you be submissive like you wanted to be.

“That’s my good girl.” He leaned back from you and moved onto the bed more, straddling your bare body. The silk of his pants felt erotic against your hot skin and you moaned at the dreamy sensation. He ran his large, ringed, hands up and down your body, feeling every curve and crevice. He massaged your boobs lightly in his hands, up and down your stomach and to your inner thighs behind him. You hummed at the feeling, gasping when Harry finally turned off the vibrator and moved it away from you. You felt lighter from freedom all of a sudden.

“T-hank you.” You breathed out, opening your eyes to meet his electric green ones. Wow, he looked beautiful - still slightly sweaty and hot from his concert.

“Don’t thank me yet, angel.” He grinned as he took down his trousers and pants, pushing them to the floor with his foot.

He didn’t even wait for you to register what was going on before he slipped himself inside of you. You loved the feeling so greatly, but your clit was still so sensitive. You shuddered as he picked up his pace and thrusted into you harder and harder, faster and faster. The sound of his skin slapping against yours, made you arch your back and your toes curl and then feeling if him so deep inside of you was enough to make you cum already, again.

“Feel s-so good.” You looked at him and saw the desire within his eyes. He was so full of lust right now, because the sight of you tied up with him pounding into you is better than simply imagining it. Nothing could feel more euphoric than this, both of you were sure of that.

“Yeah? Feel me all around you? So perfect f’me. M’beautiful angel.” Harry moaned out, cupping one of his hands around your throat and pushing you deeper into the mattress, whilst his other hand went to cup your breasts and give them the devotion they deserved.

Everything felt everywhere.

His rocks became sloppier as he reached his high, yours approaching much sooner than you thought it would. You were surprised you actually had anything left in you. His cock hit a spot inside of you that made you scream out and he felt you collapse around him all at once, causing his own release to quickly follow. He continued to fuck you through your release and bent himself over to press his lips to yours. He felt and tasted amazing, you couldn’t get enough. It would never be enough.

“Love you so much.” You spoke the best you could and Harry released his hand from your throat, leaning down to kiss it softly. He reached over to your hands to untie them afterwards, giving them both a few kisses over your wrists when he saw the harsh marks. Your arms were so tired that they just fell to your sides, but Harry kept on touching you softly; stroking your messy hair away from your face and caressing your cheek softly as if he hadn’t just fucked you raw. He kept his face close to you as he whispered the words that would stay imprinted on your heart forever.

“I love you, Y/N.”

[yostresswritinggirl]

A Yearly Memory

~Zhongli x Reader

Warnings: None

Characters: Zhongli, Lesser God!Reader

Relationship: Ambiguous

Word Count: 1.2k words

A small drabble because I got self-conscious seeing y'all greet the Geo daddy- Happy Birthday, Zhongli hnghhh, first time greeting a fictional character kek and writing in tumblr sooo Enjoy a happy new year and let's hope this one does end happy!

Made this at 2:55 AM so don't expect much kek

Can you imagine 6000 and more years of the same day passing, taking time to organize a feast for that particular date? In their circumstance, time isn't relevant, for Gods who lived beyond a millenia. Honestly, everyone who lived in Celestia saw time as irrelevant and passing, nothing but the sun and the moon exchanging thrones in the sky for 365 rotations.

But for Rex Lapis who prides himself the oldest archon also relives those 6 milleniums ever so clearly.

And in his passing, and even before, he has grown accustomed to the importance of 'time' and 'day' and 'night'.

Yet, he stood atop a grassy cliff, overlooking the harbour of his own land where comes a perfect view of the moon parallel to where he stands.

In this particular day every passing year, he finds himself here as if pulled by the winds himself for reasons he cannot fathom.

"Morax-? Morax!" Calls from behind him accompanied with light footsteps crunching the blades of grass under it. His amber eyes only widen slightly before willing it to pull away from the waves that bounced the moonlight.

"God of Memories— (Y/N), I was not aware of your immigration to Liyue, are you perhaps here to document the coming of the annual departure to a new cycle?"

Your form finally catches up to his side, straightened after gathering yourself from what seems to be a marathon just to find him. The ex-archon besides you possessed a slight smile at the height difference. For it was ironic that despite the same age you had lived (and maybe even more for you, as you had existed whence the first memory had came), he was still very much heads above you, contrasting to him as you don a younger appearance to his olden self.

You carry with you a device he does not recognize and when his eyes bounces back to where yours shine in hidden mischief, you looked at him almost offended, incredulous.

"Mr. Newly-Retired, I've heard you abandoned your position to live among the humans you once overlooked," you didn't even bother to answer him.

He'd perked up, tensing his shoulders, ready to be lectured by yours truly. For after all it was you two left that remained longest standing in the history of higher beings, he'd known you'd feel betrayed that he had just abandoned your side like so.

He opens his mouth to explain— "And so, to start your new chapter, it's only fair we impart to you some human tradition!" and it stays open in confusion.

The glint in your eyes finally surfaces full blown and he couldn't help but relish in that cheeky smile you matched it with, arms shifting to lift the contraption hanging from your neck. "I'm fairly certain I'm accurate on my counting so

Happy 6052nd birthday, Zhongli!"

He hides his raw surprise and fluster in an airy chuckle, following your twinkling giggle as you nudged him with an elbow.

Is that why he's subconsciously sentimental of this day ever since? For it was the exact date but rolled back thousand of years ago, to when he first set foot on Teyvat?

"Birthdays... I didn't even notice, and quiet so early too. Thank you, (Y/N), I am grateful for your time and consideration." Zhongli would flash a smile so sentimental and pure that it almost brings you to your knees with the innocence it carries. He's so precious— precious!

"Y-yes, you are welcome! I would have brought some fresh silk flowers as a gift," he'd tilt his head in silent inquiry as you once again fumbled on the rectangular box, "but such gifts wilts too easily, swept aside in just four days! Too quick and easily forgotten." Now the god before you would love to protest, for everything you'd leave behind for him will always be immortalized in his heart and mind.

"So I created this thing over here! I call it a Kamera!" Despite his confusion over the contraption, your triumphant grin only sends him fluttering and urging you to continue. For others it was a rare sight to see someone else do the talking when Zhongli was part of the conversation, but the man in question also enjoys lending an ear, indulging himself especially when it comes to knowledge he has not heard of. "It freezes a moment in time, capturing it in a parchment to be kept forever. As your first celebration, I wanted to capture it clearly for us to look back to together! Like so!"

Without another word, you had grabbed his forearm to urge him lower, using the same hand to loosely wrap around his neck. He'd almost had to kneel from the height difference as he stumbled upon your forcefulness when a click and a fragment of light sounded from afront before he could get his bearings.

"Tada! Oh look, you look so good in an image, it worked perfectly!"

Your energy matched a very particular person Zhongli had to deal with but yours were refreshing and contagious despite the nigh hours of the night.

He had patted his sleeve straight as he watches you mercilessly flap a piece of paper that somehow appeared on your hand. He has questions, a lot, and he was once again interrupted by you: shoving the paper to his face like it was a trophy of a competition you'd been waiting for your whole life.

It was a portrait but accurately colored and captured to a size as big as his palm. Your arm around his neck with a wide, closed-eye grin while looking straight ahead and him (clearly unprepared) with an obvious surprise and touch of obliviousness, glowing amber eyes slightly trained to your profile.

He was glad he was a professional in keeping a calm composture, because he saw just about the most obvious red dust on his cheeks, now immortalized for everyone who sets their eyes upon on the paper to witness.

"Ah, I'm so happy it worked even when I had to rush it to be on time! Here, keep this, as your birthday gift!" You practically shoved the device and the image to his arms with buzzing excitement and pride. "Happy birthday, again!"

An advance technology constructed with the sole idea of being a gift for him? His appreciation is beyond words that rendered him speechless and you patiently watch him take into account everything that has been thrown at him.

"Zhong-zhong... you're too quiet—"

A snap and a flash blew your pupils and forced you to cover your eyes to rub the spots dancing in your vision. He was a fast learner but damn, he could have warned you of his impulsive ministrations.

As you whine over your semi-blinded state with jumbled protests spewing out of your lips, the man before you holds a euphoric smile over the new paper clutched between his fingers.

It was the best gift he'd ever received in his lifetime.

"Thank you, for this and everything. I hope you know how deeply I appreciate you."

Morax's smile, the God of War, however faltered at the edges when he saw the darkened stare looking down upon him. The twitch of your eyebrow makes a sudden sweat fall off his.

[shinesurge]

I’ve been holding off on making this post because I wanted to try it out myself and get settled in and make sure everything went okay, but seeing as I’ve gone ahead and updated my site and everything I thought now might be a good time to start talking about this publicly! 

If you’ve known me for more than five minutes you know I fucking hate Webtoon, like, a lot. Every aspect of it disgusts me to the core of my being, and while Webtoon is the ugliest version of them the aspects that I hate also extend to basically any comic aggregate site. I hate that they treat artists like content robots, I hate that they treat comic readers like morons who aren’t capable of engaging with complex stories, I hate that they actively try to strip away all the cool parts of indie comics by cultivating sterile and impersonal environments that discourage artistic experimentation and unique expression.

So! I hope you’ll be interested in what I have to say about this new platform that’s (hopefully) going to be out of alpha this summer. If you think you like reading comics on Webtoon, I really encourage you to check out Dillyhub once it launches. That’s the short version, but I have a LOT to say about this! So I’m putting the rest of this under a cut.

Full disclosure, I’m not getting paid or anything for this. The creative outreach at Dillyhub contacted me a few weeks ago asking if I’d be interested in having Kidd Commander be one of their launch titles when they go live this summer. I was hesitant at first, since I actively distrust anything claiming to be For Creators at this point, but they answered my pushy questions patiently and everything seemed on the up and up so I gave it a shot; I’ve been needing a mobile mirror for KC anyway. Eventually they invited me to the alpha creator discord, where they’ve been working directly with all of us artists to improve the platform, and now to be honest I’m REALLY excited for this thing to get off the ground. Nobody asked me to make this post, but since I’ve spent years whining and bitching about how other services do wrong by their creators, I thought I’d talk about this one that’s doing things right.

So, the biggest advantage this site has for creators over others in my opinion is that it. Treats us like individuals, regardless of follower count lmfao. If you’re a new person just starting out with your new webcomic, here’s what webtoon does for you:

Note: you don’t get a custom banner, you don’t even get to choose the solid color it is. That big circle icon is ALSO the image that shows up in searches, but everywhere else on the site it’s a 100x100px square, so you have to choose whether you want it to look good as a giant circle at the top of your comic’s page OR whether you want to look good in search results. Which, by the way, is the ONLY way for people to find you if you’re not partnered. And that’s it! You have no monetization options, you won’t show up on the genre pages, and when someone DOES stumble across your page it looks super unprofessional. Good Luck! 

Now here’s my Dillyhub page(s):

You don’t get a static banner and one icon, you get a whole carousel banner with as many images as you want front and center as soon as you get to the project page. You get seven (custom!) genre tags, as opposed to Webtoon’s single tag you have to pick from their list, and plenty of room to talk about your work. The episodes are even laid out better, you get a MUCH bigger preview space to work with and they’re nice and big on the bottom half of the page:

you know, like they’re actually presenting ART lmfao.

That’s already an ENORMOUS improvement, but here’s my favorite thing.

o hm that’s a lot of super cushy settings I have for every individual episode, but what’s that, Episode Type?

LIKE.

listen, i know this is probably a bit specialized if you’re not a comic maker yourself, but this is a HUGE DEAL. You can post vertically OR page by page! You can even post pages two at a time for double page spreads, or so they read like a physical comic book! AND their specs are really open, as long as the file meets the size requirement you can make it whatever shape you want. You don’t have to reformat all your shit to post here!! I posted the entire first volume of KC STRAIGHT FROM THE PRINT FILES in like half an hour!!! The episodes can also be any amount of pages, you can post a single page or an entire chapter all in one go!

So that’s just the project page for the comic, let’s see what happens when I click on my username there.

Each author gets their own unique page (which you can tack a vanity url to!) to present themselves however they want! You always have the banner at the top, but beyond that you have a ton of options. Among other incredibly useful tools that really should just be bare fucking minimum at this point, like the ability to preview your page on different devices, you start customizing your blank page with this set of widgets,

and from THERE you can customize them MORE, you can promote your patreon or your kickstarter or whatever! Having this creator space ALSO means that if you run several comics, or if you want to promote your comic AND your illustrations, you can just separate them into individual projects! Each with their own page! This is also really nice as a reader because you can subscribe to a creator but you can also just subscribe to specific projects, if you don’t want to get ALL of their stuff in your inbox. It’s so good y’all hh.

Once again, all of this functionality is just THERE as soon as you make your account. You don’t need to be “partnered” or whatever the fuck, you don’t need to meet a certain follower threshold to unlock the ability to operate normally. You get your own creator space to present yourself how you prefer, you get pages for all your projects, you can even set up monetization options (and change them for individual pages IN a project) right from the start.

ok ok let’s compare this to my webtoon page

oh that’s right webtoon just puts your greyed out name at the bottom of each comic and that’s it because human beings don’t make this stuff, my bad lol anyway

Other fun shit that Dillyhub does that makes me feel like they’re people who have actually consumed or made comics on the internet at some point in their lives:

-When you log into the “studio” space, you’re in your creator account. When you log OUT of the studio space, it’s like you swap to a “reader” account, where you can access your pull list and comment on things with a different name and profile icon. Again, maybe only cool if you’re a creator, but if you ARE then you know exactly why this is incredibly useful lmao

-You can set up “hidden” projects, so if you only want certain things to be accessible by certain people or to not show up in searches that’s an option! You have SO much control here it’s great.

-The comment section has moderation options GODDD. You also have a real comment space, you know, so it actually encourages building a community (and a rapport with your community, if you like), and you also can just turn comments off entirely if you want! I haven’t used it much yet, obviously, but it’s been made very clear in the discord that artists want better control over their comment sections and the devs have it on their priority list.

-Absolutely every step of customization gives you a preview before it’s live, so you can easily see what these images you’re posting in different places are going to look like before you beam them to your followers’ inboxes. This includes individual episodes!

-This was sort of in one of the screenshots but it’s important so I’m saying it here too: the option to mark individual episodes as mature or with content warnings, rather than having to mark an entire comic as Mature Spooky Scary Content because of one or two pages getting a bit hairy.

This site is only in alpha right now, and it’s invite-only until they get to beta (for creators; anyone can make a reader account! but they haven’t set up a way to browse comics without direct links yet so) but honest to god it’s already blowing every other site I’ve used clean out of the water. And the staff has been really kind and responsive to us proposing fixes or changes! I will always defend individual websites as being the best option for an indie comic, but everybody’s gotta start somewhere and we NEED something that isn’t Tumblr or Webtoon to fill this role; this site feels a lot more like a symbiotic relationship than any of the other staples available for new creators right now. If you’re a comic reader and you want to see your favorite comics on Dillyhub I’d suggest keeping an eye on this site and once it’s live start poking them to look into it, and if you’re a creator follow their social media and hop in when they open up for anybody to join. I would LOVE to see this site take off as a viable option for hosting and reading comics.

Thanks for reading all this! I haven’t quite finished setting up yet, but if you want to poke around a project/creator page for yourself mine is here have at it. As things progress I’m sure I’ll have more to say, but since I’m usually so aggressively negative about places like this I just wanted to give some credit where it was due. fucking finally.

[darkhymns-fic]

saints

On the night of Lloyd’s fall, everything changes.

Or maybe, it just all shifted to where it should have been to begin with.

[Based off Lloyd's Side Story]

Fandom: Tales of Crestoria/Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Lloyd Irving/Colette Brunel, Lutesse, Raine Sage, Genis Sage Rating: G Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: I loved the potential of this side story (even if it's messy) and might write more for it, but for now this is what I was able to get out with my first impressions of it.

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He woke up to the sound of crying.

Opening his eyes was a struggle, the throbbing in his head so persistent, like someone forever knocking on a locked door. At first, he wanted to keep them closed, hoping the darkness would help somewhat. But it still came to him in even rhythms, still knocked and knocked, until finally Lloyd had to let the light inside.

The house he was in… he didn’t recognize. The ceiling covered in crossing wooden beams, the oak finely polished to a near shine. Yet still, the knocking wouldn't cease. If only he could stop thinking…

Near the ceiling were the tips of bookcases, and of course, they were filled with books, their bindings ranging from pristine to frayed. Sometimes there were figurines on the shelves, of tiny animals mostly, seeming to have been designed by a careful hand.

They weren’t important.

Instead he looked to his left, to a girl that was seated at his bedside – and only then did he realize he was lying in a bed, the covers tucked up to his chin. Something was also wrapped around his forehead, though he could barely see what.

She saw he was awake, blinking the tears from her eyes. “Lloyd?” she called, moving closer. Oh. It was her hand on his head, so soft. He could feel the gentle pressure of her fingers, how they helped make the throbbing lessen, even if just for a little bit. “Does it hurt? Are you okay?”

Maybe just then, he was still too hurt to say anything. Or maybe he did, and he’d forgotten.

But he remembered looking at her, watching her cry, and thinking, I’m sorry.

He didn’t know why he thought that, but still, he knew he was the reason for her tears. He must have fallen asleep right after, lulled by the warmth of her hand. Never had he known what it was like to be safe like this.

That had been Lloyd’s very first memory.

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When Lutesse had been told of Lloyd’s fall, she hadn’t moved from her study. Not right away, at least.

“Is the wound serious?” she had asked of the messenger, eyes still focused on her work – a great tome that she penned into, words carefully scribed, leaving no blots of ink in their travel. Raine had always admired the woman for her studiousness, her dedication to her people, to keeping their isolated village intact, and for accepting both her and her little brother in.

Still, she had thought the elven matriarch would have raised her head up at the news.

“It very well may be,” she said, hand clutching at her staff. She remembered how light Lloyd had felt when she carried him, how different his face looked from before… “His fall was a long one, but he must have grabbed onto the cliff side at one point. It looks like he’s suffered from a concussion. I have him at my home currently, if that is alright.”

Lutesse continued to write in her book, her robes barely making a wrinkle as she sat at her chair.

“I’ve given him as much healing as I can,” Raine continued.

Lutesse finally placed down her pen on the desk, turned her gaze to the half-elf.  “Then all there is left is time. I trust your talents, such as when the Chosen had been injured.” The praise she would give her was always wonderful, yet right now, it was hard to appreciate, remembering the shaking of a small boy in her arms, how the blood fell from the gash on his head… It had been harder than usual to close it up with First Aid…

“Speaking of the Chosen, I have not seen her today.” There was no question being asked, yet Raine heard it in her tone.

“She is also at my home, with Lloyd.” Another grip on her staff. “She feels…responsible for his fall.”

Lutesse raised an eyebrow. “Ah, now it all makes sense. Perhaps this is karmic retribution for what he has done to the Chosen.”

Raine held back any expression from her face. She had…said something similar when Genis and Colette had called to her. Of the gods and their ways of punishment. Only now did she taste the bitterness of it. “Perhaps,” she repeated, yet could not resist adding, “But he is only a child still.”

“And our ways during childhood shapes us. Maybe even more so for humans.”

Then why…? Raine was quick enough to hold her tongue. “Yes, of course.”

She half-expected orders from Lutesse to bring Lloyd to her home, or to a healing place within the village. She fully expected her to order the Chosen to return to her home for certain.

But instead Lutesse simply nodded and went back to her work in runic transcription. “Thank you for all that you have done for this village, Raine.”

Followed by the thoughtful scratching of pen against paper, the gentle creak of the oak chair she sat on.

Seeing that as her cue to leave, Raine bowed, then headed out the door. At least, this would be the first time her and Genis would have company staying over for the night…

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Colette had always been told that she was meant for much more, that she had been created in their image, her power so great that it could even rival that of a god’s, for only the elves could make something so divine.

Yet, try as she much, she couldn’t remember her very first day of being alive. Wouldn’t a god-like creation recall something so simple?

It had never been made a secret to Colette just what she was. It was clear to her when she went to the Great Pasca Tree as a child, hearing its whispers in the rustling of its leaves. No elf or human could read the mana as well underneath their senses, not like she could. It was in the way everyone surrounded her, a respectful distance away, wherever she went, and always following Chief Lutesse.

It was the respect one gave to a holy structure, to a sacred altar – not to a living, breathing person. But then again, she was not a person. Once, long ago, she did not mind. She couldn’t mind at all. A Chosen like her did not need feelings.

Though she could not remember her first day of living, she could remember something else – of when she had first lied.

As she stood before the Tree, the warm bark underneath her hand, Lutesse had asked her, “Do you hear its lament?” The elven woman was regal in her bearing, but her eyes holding so much less. Colette could feel it, like ice pricking her skin. “Do you hear its cries, Chosen?”

She did not tell Lutesse about how the Great Pasca Tree was enjoying the sunshine, how it thought Colette’s hand tickled at its trunk. She did not speak of how the Tree could feel the skitters of squirrels over its boughs, and only hoped that the birds making their nests on it could do so with a bit more gentleness.

So instead, she nodded to Lutesse, and said, “Yes, of course.” She knew, somehow, that was the only acceptable answer.

But hearing the thoughts of trees on the wind was not useful to her now, not their musings of the world at large, or their eagerness of the storm they could feel brewing in the currents, giving them much coveted rain.

The Great Tree could not tell her if Lloyd would be alright.

“Colette, you’re still here?” Genis had asked of her, staying a few feet away from the bed that Lloyd laid in. It happened to be Genis’, one that Raine had said would be better for his size. The boy had been huffy on that but didn’t voice any obvious complaints. “Sis said she would take care of him.”

Colette, seated in a small chair that Raine provided, said nothing, just squeezing Lloyd’s very still hand. “I want to make sure that… he’s…”

“But… but he tried to kill you!” Genis shouted suddenly. She could hear the strangled gasp in his throat. “I…I mean…”

No, because that was true, wasn’t it? Until she had tripped instead.

“Sorry… I can go and make us some food and just…” Genis said little else. He couldn’t, and so walked away, leaving the room quietly, until his footsteps were followed by the soft clicking of the door.

Colette wondered what was wrong with her.

She gripped Lloyd’s hand so tightly, her thoughts feeling so fuzzy and weak.  What could she have said to Genis? How could she tell him what she saw as Lloyd fell? It was my fault. If only I wasn’t clumsy…

And did it even make sense for a divine creation to do something so simple as tripping over a root, to barely miss the hands that just brushed her shoulders before falling over the edge? No, it could only mean that she had done so on purpose. That she had wanted to make Lloyd fall after all that he had done to her; pulling at her hair, calling her names… getting closer to her than anyone ever had.

The fear she saw in his eyes as he fell changed her then. And suddenly, she was crying for the very first time. It was strangely so very relieving.

She kept crying, even as she saw his eyes open for a brief moment, saw the way he looked at her then before he fell right back to sleep.

How the glaze in them, along with that fear, was gone.

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When Lloyd had been found, he had been curled up underneath the Great Pasca Tree, his shirt frayed, his brown hair dirty with mud and twigs.

Humans were not allowed near the Village of Keepers, but Lutesse had halted the guard’s swords, drawn to silence the yelling of a child who looked to be no older than eight years, who scurried back until his back hit the trunk of the giant Tree. One guard noted he held no vision orb around his neck, which was an oddity all on its own.

It irked her, for a human to taint something so holy and sacred with their presence, but she held herself back as well. As she looked into Lloyd’s eyes, she saw something hollow, something very painful… and so very useful.

“Have him cleaned up and deliver him to my home,” she had instructed, looking down at the boy for just a moment longer before turning away. “Do not harm him.”

She had heard the echoes of protests, saw it in her retinue’s faces before biting it away. Oh, how she understood, but they could not see the possibilities of the future such as she. They could not fathom that even a worthless human could be a key for their own glorious destinies.

In short time, Lloyd was placed within a room, complete with the comforts one needed, but when she went to him, he was merely seated on the floor, knees tugged into his chest. His clothes were clean and well-presented, but his hair was still unruly, making her frown. Whether the blame could be assigned to her people tasked on cleaning him up, or the boy himself, she couldn’t really determine just yet.

She went to retrieve a comb on a nearby dresser, then walked towards him, deftly grabbing him by the arm to lift him to his feet. “On the bed. We will get those tangles out.”

“L-Let go!” the child shouted. But her appearance belied her strength, and so the boy was unable to break free. She pulled him to a seat beside her on the carefully arranged bedsheets, then went to run the comb’s teeth through a forest of russet knots and twists. A whimper left his throat, followed by a glare at her.

“Move your head,” she ordered, one hand on his chin to make him face forward. But she had seen the look in those eyes; more filled with pain than hatred, something that the boy had been taught.

Humans always did breed ugliness in their own kin.

“Your name,” she demanded as she continued to brush, seeing tears pinprick at his eyes as she did so. “You must have one.”

Small hands clenched at his knees, fingers pulling at the fabric of his shorts, but he didn’t try to struggle. He bit his lip, looking pointedly away. “Lloyd.”

She nodded. “Suits you,” she said. Another tug at the brush, but Lloyd tried his best not to whine. “We found no one else nearby. Do you know of where your parents may be?”

Nothing from Lloyd, again just looking forward, letting her continue with her small torture of hair detangling.

Or did they send you here? she questioned, but not aloud. Of course, it all made sense to her that the Order would be involved in this. But the barbaric ways of humans were always so plainly obvious – the latest being about their fascination with exterminating so-called Transgressors. Such self-destructive beings, like a snake eating its very own tail.

“If you can’t remember your parents, or your home, then it seems you have no other place.” She gave a smile, small and barely imperceptible. “You will stay here.”

She saw a conflict within Lloyd’s expression; a mixture of relief, of dread, of pain once more. If her suspicions were correct, this would be the best outcome for him and those who raised him. But also… the ugliness of humanity all residing in this one child. What better way than to show the Chosen what meaning her sacred duty had?

A sword must weather fire and tension before becoming strong. This would be for her own good – if she survived this lesson.

“Then it is settled,” she announced, finished with her brushing. The boy’s hair was still not perfect, for it curled in peculiar waves, but she decided it was for the best. Another sign of the chaotic nature of humans. “The hour is late, so be sure to rest up for tomorrow.”

She made to leave, but then saw his eyes flick to her, for a moment, different once more.

“Why… are you being nice to me?”

Again, that confusion and pain within him. He seemed to struggle to get the words out, as if something held him back, something unnatural. Perhaps there were healing artes that could rectify such a thing… but no, this was to her advantage. Besides, it would be educational to see the effects of whatever Lloyd had been through to see played out before her.

“It is our duty to extend aid to those in need,” she said, intoning an old elven adage, albeit an adage that was only meant for elves. And with that thought, she decided to ask Lloyd a question of her own. “And you know what I am, do you not?”

Lloyd hesitated, hands gripping the mattress beneath him. “An elf.” He paused. “You’re all elves.”

Ah, was the venom in his voice natural? Or another of the vile lessons bestowed on him? It didn’t matter. He would be useful either way.

“We are,” she confirmed for him, brushing back a lock of his brown hair from his forehead, only to have it spring back to the front again. She shrugged. “And you will learn to live with that reality, Lloyd.”

But that was then, barely a year ago. Now, Lloyd was not here. He was staying at Raine’s, sleeping away an injury, with the Chosen by his side.

Lutesse had gone to his room, seeing his unkempt bed (despite how much she had told him to keep it fixed) the wooden swords laying against the bedside, the figure of a woodland bird on his desk, one that he had silently asked Lutesse to purchase from an elven merchant in a rare moment of quietude.

Either way, there was no real loss. They would continue with their plans, teaching the Chosen to manipulate the Trees correctly. She had already seen the worst of what humanity could be, all through the actions of Lloyd. She did not deny for a moment that his fall was an attempt on the Chosen’s life.

If the Chosen had died this night through his actions, it would simply be a hinderance. They would make another creation, this time with steadier feet. And if Lloyd died this night-

If he died… it would not matter.

Still, Lutesse stayed at the doorway to his room, remembering the feel of his hair underneath his fingers. Sometimes, the boy would have nightmares while he slept, and she would simply stay at his side, bidding him to sleep so that she could finally rest herself.

She would only know in the morning what his fate was. It’s karmic retribution, she had thought firmly.

Yet, throughout the night, she could not sleep.

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Genis had been the only one besides Colette to have seen Lloyd’s fall.

It was hard to be close to the sullen child, to one who would barely say a word and keep to himself. Genis had heard the other elven children talk about humans, and with the only human he had ever seen acting just as the stories said; bitter and withdrawn, with a rashness to his actions that made him seek out Colette, Genis had thought he had known all there was to Lloyd’s nature.

But he didn’t understand what Colette had seen in him.

The Chosen had always been different herself, always pointedly separated from the other children. Lutesee, who retrieved the girl from her classes for her own lessons, kept that separation intact. But where the Chief would appear, the boy named Lloyd would soon follow.

Lloyd didn’t seem to care about the sacred distance, always crossing over a line and getting too close, reaching for anything of the Chosen to grab or push.

And Colette would never pull away, eyes drawn to him instantly over everything else.

It was at the Great Pasca Tree where he had found them both. Genis had gone searching for the Chosen, an inquiry from his sister as the hour was getting late. Colette almost always hung around the Tree, even after her lessons on the tuning of the Great Trees had been completed for the day. He didn’t talk with her much, half-worried he would be in the way, half-concerned that the human part of him would infect her somehow.

But not only Colette was there. Lloyd was too, standing beneath the tree, craning his head up to see the branches. Colette had been standing right behind him, the wind ruffling her hair, showing off her pointed ears.

Genis could not hear what they were saying to each other, or if they were saying anything at all. The sunlight was in his eyes, colored pink from being so close to the horizon. Colette was moving closer to Lloyd, and when Lloyd turned, the shadows of the leaves above him seemed to cover his face. But Genis remembered how often the boy would hassle Colette, how he’d push her down, or reach for her hair to pull roughly. Sometimes, it would take an elven guard to slap the boy’s hands away.

Colette was too close to him, and in his fear, Genis shouted, “Look out!”

Lutesse had taught them that humans couldn’t be trusted. It didn’t make Lloyd any different, even if she took him in. Even if she…

Colette turned towards him, and suddenly Lloyd shook his head, something painful in his eyes that could now be seen. His hands, as if they were being pulled from him, reached out to Colette to grasp her by her hair once more.

And then Colette slipped out of his grasp and ran. Lloyd followed, and soon Genis followed too, the incantations to fire spells hovering on his tongue. But he was still learning his magic artes and couldn’t remember just how it went…

All three ran down through the forest, past the glades and meadows, until they reached the edges of cliffs, until Genis had to brush away large grass stalks to finally get to them both.

It must have been a miracle from the gods, to have Colette suddenly dodge from Lloyd’s hands, to have him fall from where he had meant to push her into instead. Genis had at least thought so, seeing their work at play just then, as if a hand had pushed Lloyd over instead, while nudging Colette out of the way.

But Colette, the Chosen, didn’t seem to think so. It made Genis question so much more than he was comfortable with at his age.

Once Raine was home, he had seated himself at the kitchen table with her, kicking his feet against the chair legs, pushing away a lump of a mashed potato in his plate with the air quiet around them.

“Don’t play with your food, Genis,” Raine had said, though her tone was light, barely reprimanding at all.

“I made the food…” he argued, just as weakly back. Still, neither wanted to speak on what was unsaid, of the sacred Chosen staying with them, watching over a boy who they knew had jus tried to murder her.

He had seen it. And yet, he felt conflicted. Isn’t this what humans were like?

“Raine,” he said, his voice soft compared to the night wind blowing outside. “Was this supposed to happen?”

His sister took a long time to respond, that at first, he thought she hadn’t heard. But when he raised his head, she had a pensive look on her face, eyes occasionally glancing back towards the door that led to the room where…

“It just happened,” she told him. “We’ve healed him, and now all we can do is wait.” Raine reached out to stroke her brother’s hair, eyes gentle. “Nothing more.”

Genis wasn’t satisfied with the answer, but he would have to accept it. Raine didn’t like it when he went against her too often.

He wondered why the gods could be cruel sometimes.

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When Lloyd slept, all he had dreamed of was something so dark. Not like the way the moonlight would shine through his bedroom window, making him feel slightly calm, or the way the shadows of that giant tree near the village would fall over his face when he looked up at it. This was the darkness of a cramped room, the shadows of hands keeping him still, all while his head continued to ache and ache.

And then suddenly, the headache was gone.

Lloyd woke up once more, this time to that darkness that was much more comforting than the other. He could see the moonlight peeking outside through the branches of nearby trees, but noted how much smaller this window was. He blinked again, wondering at this room, at this place with all its unfamiliarity.

He turned, and found Colette next to him, seated on a small chair, head laying on the bed. Her hand was still against his forehead, still so soft and warm. It shifted the linen bandage wrapped around him, its knot tied to the left side.

“Colette?” he whispered, feeling so weak, remembering when she had cried earlier.

She woke up easily, telling him that she must not have fallen deeply into sleep at all. “L-Lloyd?” she stuttered, all while her hand kept steady on him. “Lloyd…”

He wondered just then how he knew her name, how he recognized his own. But, he had to be sure. “You mean…me?”

At that, Colette blinked. Her other hand reached for his blanket, gripping it tight. “Yeah… you’re Lloyd,” she said. In the moonlight, he could see the pointed tips of her ears poking out from her golden hair. It was fascinating, making him wish he could reach out and touch them. “You had an accident, and it was… Don’t you remember?”

Lloyd furrowed his brows, tried to think about it – and was then met with a wave of pain thudding in his head. He winced. “Agh… it hurts…to think…”

Colette (a name he knows, that he keeps) continued to stroke his head, the rhythm of it already brushing away the dull pain he had been feeling. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have…” He saw her struggle once again to speak, swallowing hard. “What about Genis… or Lutesse?” Her eyes were such a wide and bright blue that he didn’t want to look away. “What about them?”

Lloyd thought on those names she said, felt something tug, but then – nothing. He shook his head. “I don’t know...”

Colette bowed her head, looking away. “It’s my fault…”

But there was one thing Lloyd knew for sure, beyond his own name and hers. He didn’t want to make her cry again.

So he sat up, doing his best to push away the heavy blanket off his shoulders and reached for both of her hands. “Hey! Why are you so sad?”

Colette raised her eyes to him, bright with tears about to form again. That gaze flicked from their interlocked hands back to his face. He saw confusion in them, which only heightened his own.

“Because…I messed up,” she admitted softly. “And you don’t remember anything.”

On some level, Lloyd knew she was right. He didn’t remember this house he was in, or the glade that lay outside of the windows. He didn’t know why he was even here at all, sleeping to the warmth of her hand on his head.

“But I remember you,” he said, feeling more confident in that than in anything else. “At least, I think I do. Is that weird?”

Colette looked conflicted, back again to their hands and to his face. She seemed to struggle with something, and it only made Lloyd want to keep reaching out to her

“You live with Lutesse… and I live with the other Keepers.” She pressed her fingers into his palm, carefully, as if this was a new sensation. “If there’s anyone you should remember, it should be her…”

“Why should it be?” he asked, almost bluntly.

Maybe it was too much, because suddenly, the tears she held back fell down her cheeks, dripped onto the backs of their linked hands.

“But it’s my fault! If I made you this way…” A sniffle, all as she tried to blink away her tears. “I didn’t mean to change you.”

Lloyd blinked, understanding – at least slightly. It was that word she used: changed.

But was change that bad?

He looked to their hands again, at the way they fitted against each other, at how tightly hers clung to his. “Maybe I don’t totally get it… but, I just know that I feel happy right now,” he said, and felt a smile on his face. Somehow, he knew that it had been a very long time since he’d done something like this. “Yeah, I feel happy. Isn’t that good enough?”

Or maybe, he was just being really dumb…

Colette stopped her tears, unable to wipe them away as they kept holding hands. But she never let go or try to slip away her fingers from his. So he saw those tears fall within this quiet room, as the wind continued to rustle the trees outside.

“You’re happy because…why?” she asked him.

Lloyd had to think on that answer carefully, because all he knew was that the fuzzy warmth in his chest didn’t leave, that it had started ever since he woke to her stroking his head. “Because you were here for me, weren’t you?” he asked her in turn. He squeezed her hands. “I don’t remember what happened before. Maybe I don’t want to… But whatever I did to make you cry, I promise to never do that again!”

He grinned then, feeling so sure of himself, more freeing than ever before. It was like something had been lifted off him, like a fog that he had never known he was living inside of in the first place.

He knew he had Colette to thank for that. He knew that so deeply in his heart, even if she didn’t believe it herself.

She cried a bit less, and Lloyd would have waited with her so patiently to wait for her to finish – until he felt a sneeze sneak up on him and had to turn his head away to the side. “Ah-choo!”

The sound was so sudden it made Colette gasp, staring at him.

“Er, sorry… Guess I got a cold or something…” Maybe that was why he was in this bed?

And something about what he said made Colette’s lips twitch, made the shine in her eyes sparkle just a little differently. Until she was finally giggling.

“You’re…really silly…”

There was that smile that he wanted, that he hadn’t known he wanted so much until right now.

“If you think a sneeze is funny, maybe you’re the silly one here!”

As he expected, it made her laugh more. Even if most of his memory was a blank, he knew he had never liked a sound so much before.

She’s such a dork, he thought, rubbing his thumbs against her hands.

Another gust of wind made him remember that it was still nighttime, that the hour was probably very late. He did have some questions on what exactly happened, on where he was, but he was also very sleepy and slightly cold. Maybe he shouldn’t have thrown off that blanket…

“Aren’t you sleepy?” Colette asked, maybe seeing the question on his face. She yawned then, and it made him wonder… How long had she been up tonight?

“I think you’re the sleepy one!” And so he scurried back just a bit on the bed, all while still holding her hands. “You can sleep here if you want.”

It only made sense to him. He didn’t want to let her go.

If Colette had any protests to it, she didn’t say it. Even as she stared at him, head tilting just a bit to the side. It showed off more of her pointed ears that he knew was different from his own. He liked those differences, wanted to know more about them.

“I should be…” she started to say, but she paused, and Lloyd used that pause to gently nudge her towards him.

“It’s okay. We can worry about stuff in the morning, right?”

Little did Lloyd know was that each word he was saying, each gentle squeeze of his hands against Colette’s was like a sun peeking through dark clouds that had covered the sky for so long. And who wouldn’t be drawn to such a sight and feel its warmth on their skin?

“Yeah!” she agreed, the lightness in her voice so new and refreshing. She practically stumbled onto the bed, nearly hitting Lloyd’s chin with her head. “S-sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it!” And Lloyd really didn’t want to worry about anything anymore. He wondered if he even could, with the smile continuing to stretch his cheeks.

It took a while but soon they both settled underneath thick blankets, in a home that wasn’t their own, in a bed that didn’t belong to either of them. Something about that made Lloyd eager and excited. When Colette laid down next to him, seeing her eyes and ears so up close, she asked him, “Does your head still hurt?”

The bandage around his head shifted again, felt a bit tender, but that was it. “Not really,” he said. “But, can you stroke my head like you did before anyway?” It had felt really nice.

Colette didn’t hesitate, already reaching out to dig her fingers in his hair, petting him so gently that it already made him so sleepy. “This is nice,” he heard her say.

Lloyd knew he never wanted to let this feeling go.

It was only in the morning that Raine and Genis went inside to see the child that was the Chosen, and the boy that had once held such hurt in his eyes, cuddled against each other in bed, both looking so small. Yet they slept peacefully, even as the sun streamed in through the window, illuminating their faces.

All throughout the night, they still held hands.

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The Great Pasca Tree had been the one to find him first.

Lloyd had woken up to cold and darkness, but the branches that stretched out over him shielded him from the rain, their shivering leaves settling down the sharpness in his head. Back then, his head had always hurt, no matter what he did. Even afterwards, when Lutesse would comb his hair, when he’d be in classes, when he’d try to practice with his new swords, trying to drive out the ache that would continually dull and throb.

Except, sometimes, it would hurt less when he came to the Tree, craning his neck until he could see to the very top of it, so far back that he would have fallen backwards if not careful.

“Do you hear them too?” a voice had asked him once. The Chosen was next to him, the girl that was so distant from everyone else, the one that he was always drawn to.

But she always knew where to find him first. Behind the schoolhouse where he escaped to be alone, to the training grounds where he’d practice with the swords by himself, even to the gates of his home with Lutesse, when he’d see her searching for him…

She was clasping her hands in front of her, eyes flicking from the branches to him – seeing him, or wanting to. “Pasca says they hope you will feel better today.”

The tips of her ears poked through her hair, wishing he could just touch them instead of tugging at them, wishing he could just hold her hands instead of pulling at them both. But something about the girl made him want to know her, even through the awful pounding in his head, through the shouting that told him to do awful things.

All this time, he had felt so broken. So broken that he didn’t know what to say.

A shout from far-off made him panicked, made Colette run off, and Lloyd had only wanted to follow her. And as he left the shade of Pasca’s branches, his headache grew worse, until he felt that his very skull would shatter from the intensity.

He had rushed after her, (to push, to grab, to beg) and then he had tripped, or maybe he had meant to jump off all along to get rid of the pain that wouldn’t leave, and as he fell and fell into a chasm that seemed to stretch on forever, that made him see her face last as he went and-

He woke up to the sound of crying.

He looked to his left, to the same girl that was seated at his bedside – and only then did he realize he was lying in a bed, the covers tucked up to his chin. Something was also wrapped around his forehead, though he could barely see what.

She saw he was awake, blinking the tears from her eyes. “Lloyd?” she called, moving closer. Oh. It was her hand on his head, so soft. He could feel the gentle pressure of her fingers, how they helped make the throbbing lessen, even if just for a little bit. “Does it hurt? Are you okay?”

Never had he known what it was like to be safe like this.

Never had he known what it was like to be this happy.

That had been Lloyd’s first and precious memory.

[theseathatsparkles]

On Bugs

so for creative writing class we were told to imitate Amy Dillard’s writing style. This is the essay on bugs that I ended up making. Not Bleach, I know, but I thought someone might enjoy it. 

This took so long to write oh my god ;-;

also, I am fully aware that not all insects are bugs, and that spiders aren’t either of the two, but. bug is much more fun to say.

Word count - 1500 on the dot

@despairforme THE BUG ESSAY. IT’S HERE. @onenicebugperday you inspired me to write a four page essay about bugs i hope you’re happy

When I was in third grade, I dropped a dandelion down the back of my classmate’s shirt. She was upset, having thought the rather inconspicuous dandelion was a daddy long-legs spider. She’d screamed, slapped me on the chest in an attempt to escape her arachnid harasser, and had decided to wage war against me for the rest of our time together in school.

I never was afraid of spiders the way she was. Spiders and snakes and all sorts of bugs, so long as I could be assured they weren't poisonous, had always held a special place in my heart - and, more often than not, my hand. Growing up in woody, wet Germany gave me a healthy dosage of ladybugs, crickets, and snails at a young age, and I never looked at a bug with anything other than fascination. 

It’s the middle of winter, now. There aren’t many bugs around. Forty-two little silhouettes in the light above my desk, but none of them move, empty exoskeletons like shells. They’re probably dry, and if I touched one I’m sure it would crumble under my fingers. There seem to be more of them every time I look up; it’s the middle of winter, so the warmth of the indoors must be especially tantalizing. Right now, there isn’t any wind outside, but the world seems to be painted in shades of grey. Even looking outside makes you feel cold, and the drifts of iced-over snow outside of the window just emphasize this.

I have mixed feelings about winter. I love the snow, love having an excuse to stay inside wrapped in blankets on the days I don’t have school. I love that there aren’t mosquitoes to follow me around - I must taste good to them, since they always seem to swarm me. But the lack of the bugs I do like - spiders, caterpillars, grasshoppers, even the jeweled dragonflies that swarm our canoes in summer - makes winter feel especially harsh. 

When I’m feeling more grey than usual, I turn to the internet to soothe me. My computer has a tab open - one nice bug per day. The third picture that appears on image search is a gorgeous skeleton leaf moth, the row under that containing a domino cuckoo bee. I smile, looking at the pictures.  A photo of a hissing cockroach wearing a tiny paper party hat jumps out at me, curled around a leaf. I click on the picture, save it to my gmail by emailing it to myself. I’ll take some time to admire them later.

The bigger the bug the better, of course. Small bugs are hard to track, and the idea of one getting somewhere without me knowing about it gives me chills. That’s probably why I hate ants; they swarm up your legs and into your shoes and socks and it takes far too long to extract them all, and you feel phantom itches on your body for the next day or so. 

The fear of ants is called myrmecophobia, and often goes hand-in-hand with entomophobia - the fear of insects. When I was young - still in Elementary school, at a time before my decision to quit soccer - I’d practice with my mom in the field a bit southeast of the elementary school tucked at the base of the mountain pass. The playground had been north of us. I always wanted to go back to the playground. The whole complex had been a good half hour’s drive from my house, so we didn’t go there often, but it had an excellent jungle gym and some new swings. It got hot easily, out there under the sun; if I didn’t bring water, the ninety-degree weather would feel twenty degrees hotter, the sort of heat that makes you lightheaded and grumpy. 

But my mom had told me to play soccer, and she wasn’t the sort of person who you could say no to easily. I tried, of course, in futile attempts that would end with me in tears and my mom seething, but always ended up on that field, kicking the ball back and forth as my mom chastised me for skipping to the goal. Skipping, apparently, was slower than running.

 I’d hated soccer. 

It was one of those days that solidified my fear of ants. Wyoming doesn’t have fire ants or most other nasty biting bugs, so I was never in real danger, but that didn’t stop the whole experience from being traumatic. My mom, of course, had laughed about it later; it seems to be a habit of adults to take the irrational fears of children lightly. The ants crawling up my leg had probably been just as afraid of me as I was of them, but knowing that didn’t help any. Adults will tell you that the shark that bit off your arm was just as afraid of you as you were of it, but that doesn’t change the fact that your arm’s gone. 

I’d been unlucky enough to step right in an ant nest, the sort that stays hidden by the short grass until something, or someone, disturbs it. It hadn’t looked different from the regular ground from my five feet, but the moment I felt a tickle on my leg, I knew. 

I’d screamed. I think anyone would have screamed when confronted with one of their worst fears, so I never was ashamed of my reaction, even if I’d hated the exasperation and faint amusement on my mom’s face. The ants had come right off, lady fortune smiling on me that day, and I hadn’t found any tiny ant corpses in my shoes when I took them off that afternoon - a rarity; ants always seem to turn up in unexpected places post-encounter. I’d been paranoid, though, and had hopped around on one foot until I was a safe distance from the nest before shoving my hands down my socks to search for any lone ants. There were none.

I refused to resume play until I was positive there were no ants on me, of course. Even when we started the game again I was wary, taking light steps and watching the ground like a hawk for any sign of another insect. It had taken the fun out of the game pretty quickly, and we went home soon after.

The internet goes out for a moment, and the photo of the mantis I’m looking at shifts to a grey screen. I frown, take a second to stand up and stretch. My legs and shoulders are especially sore. By the time I sit down again, my picture has loaded again, and I scroll to the left to see a swallowtail butterfly looking out of the screen at me. They have yellow fur around their eyes and antennae, and look vaguely curious. This picture also goes to my saved folder to look at later, and I keep scrolling.

When I was in second grade, we studied bugs in science class. Not extensively; there’s only so much work you can get done as a scatterbrained second grader, and bugs weren’t on the top of my list of priorities. But we studied them, and after a few weeks our teacher imported seven Madagascar hissing cockroaches to be our class pets.

Nobody in my class was afraid of them; I think we were too young to be afraid of something as hideously cute as those little insects. They remind me of pugs now, disgusting in the sort of way that makes you want to coo over them. We’d kept them in a little glass terrarium in the back of the classroom, and took them out during lunch break and sometimes to sketch them during art. Our teacher had told us how to tell the males and females apart, but the information had gone straight in ear and out the other, like water through a sieve. There are two things I can remember about them now: first, that they would shed their skins sometimes and we’d have to clean out their terrarium; second, that if you poked their heads, they’d hiss.

The second thing was the most important to my little second-grade brain. My classmates and I took great satisfaction in poking the cockroaches and watching them puff up and make little hissing sounds like air coming out of a tire. They’d always make their funny wheezing sound, and we’d sit there for minutes on end - the longest amount of time our young minds could stay on track for - and tap them, giggling uncontrollably as they got progressively more frustrated.

I like bugs. I’m no entomologist, I would never spend my days in the wild watching them through magnifying glasses. But I still like them. Their colors remind me of spring and summer, and I love their size - perfect to pick up and put on a fingertip. They’re much more simple than people, never worried about money or jobs or politics. They have no worries, no fears.

I would love to be a bug.

[peachy-inserts]

bakugou falling for someone/relationship hcs

request: Hawks, kirishima and bakugo falling for someone/relationship headcanons pwetty pwease? *pleading bird eyes"🐓 warnings: Cursing a/n: here’s the blasty boys part, since it’s his birthday!! im also trying a new style of formatting, i hope this is easier for you guys to read and more pleasing to the eye

The hardest part for Bakugou when catching feelings is admitting it to himself. Most likely, you’ll notice before he does; when he’s crushing on someone, it’s visible to everyone but him. He struggles with coping with his own emotions and tends to ignore them out of fear of stepping out of his comfort zone and being rejected

Some may think it would be easy for him to confess to someone, what with his cocky attitude and ‘better than you’ demeanor, but it’s the exact opposite. He’s such.. a broken, messed up person. He uses that exterior to hide and push down how he truly feels so that he can focus on his goals, which are really just another distraction. He’s so bothered on the inside and emotionally just totally fucked up. It’ll take a close relationship with him to develop a romance

Bakugou would certainly fit best with someone different than him, someone who knows how to communicate and help others. It’ll take someone who can give him a little healing therapy and slowly pry him open, all while wearing their heart on their sleeve just to show him how

Bakugou while crushing on someone would be like a whole new side of him. He’d make an effort not to scare you off, offering you help when/if needed and refraining from yelling. It’s almost like a subconscious effort, and comes off surprisingly natural from the hot headed boy

He would certainly try and make conversation with you, trying to ask you questions about your personal life and let you know he doesn’t have any harsh feelings, worried that you may have gotten the wrong idea

The fact that everyone sees him as such a hostile person has really affected his own self image and caused him to feel bound to that persona, scared that he’ll only make things worse if he tries to prove to everyone the person that he really is

Bakugou also would be spending an increased amount of time with you and becoming protective. He’s possessive to a certain extent, and may even linger over you to the point of it becoming uncomfortable. Tell him about it, and he’ll apologize and make an effort to try and back down after a few days of trying to hide from you out of embarrassment

The way I picture Bakugou coming to terms with his feelings is in a sudden moment of revelation, all the pieces finally clicking into place and making sense. I imagine him being someone who falls in love with a close friend over time, instead of jumping into a relationship without any true feelings

The way he would confess would be emotional to say the least. Not an awkward or tense moment, nothing planned, but out of pure circumstance. Maybe someone got hurt, maybe you’re scared, or maybe he’s being comforted. Show him some special attention and affection and it’ll slip out so spontaneously you’d almost think he was joking, but you’ve never seen him looking so heartfelt or speak so genuinely 

The early stages of your relationship would be strange, to say the least. Neither of you are really sure what to do, since most people tend to become comfortable as significant others before confessing their love for them

He tries to cover the basics with you, going out on dates and precariously planned outings, but eventually you both realize that’s not the move for you. He’s more of a secretive person when it comes to personal affairs, and is confident that you don’t need to be wooed to care for him

Besides, he pours all of his trust and effort into your relationship. If going out on a date matters more than any of his other feats, then you’re not the person for him. He has high, cliche standards when it comes to love

I’ve said this once before but he really does devote his entire self to you. He’ll give you his everything and more because he’s confident that you would do the same for him, and would go to great lengths for any period of time for you because of it; he’ll become the most reliable and loyal person in your life

He feels guilty for talking to other people sometimes simply because of how jealous he can be; let him know you trust him and that it’s alright

Speaking of jealousy, he’s so fucking bad about it holy shit. So much as someone shaking your hand makes him tense up and suddenly be in a pissy mood. He’s an angry man when he’s jealous, but never towards you, of course. It’s *other* people he doesn’t trust

Not to mention, his own insecurities holding him back and choking him. His greatest fear is that you’ll suddenly realize that so many other people could treat you way better, make you so much happier-

When he gets possessive, don’t be afraid to knock him down a few pegs and then get to the root of the problem. This is when he’s the most vulnerable, so take advantage and let him know everything is alright. Coddle him, reassure him; he more than deserves it

So not afraid to literally punch someone in the face if they’re making you uncomfortable, or God forbid laying a finger on you. Is by far the most protective lover who won’t hesitate to take any necessary measures to guarantee your safety. You’re the best damn thing to happen to him, and nobody will take that joy away from him

Would certainly, regardless of your gender, size, or whether or not you’re another hero, buy you things like pepper spray and tell you to bring it with you everywhere. A ‘text me when you get there’ kind of guy (even though he himself drives like a dumbass)

I literally get sooooo pissed off when I see people writing about Bakugou and him calling his s/o names, cursing at them and such. Fuck that, that is an abusive behavior and he’s well aware of it. Katsuki Bakugou would never even dare to call you a foul name, not even jokingly. He’s 100% all over sticky pet names like honey and darling

Not a big PDA guy but if he’s jealous, which he literally always is, then he’s all over you. On a regular day he’s a hand on your waist, arm over your shoulder, but when he’s feeling threatened he has no qualms with giving you a deep kiss in front of everyone

He would be so, so, so fucking proud. Hell yeah, that’s his baby; he landed that! While he doesn’t talk about you a whole lot, whenever you do come up he goes off, to the point of annoying his friends. Everyone has to know just how lucky he is, because you truly are a blessing in his life

Put him in his place when he’s being a little too aggressive, show him you aren’t afraid to stick your nose out and are strong enough to stand up for yourself. He’s a great boyfriend, but like anyone else has his flaws and needs to be corrected. Be the person he’s too weak to be, someone he can look up to without rivalry

Bakugou can act like he doesn’t really care, but it’s really important to him that you like his friends and that they like you (although it would be almost impossible for them not to, what with all the great things that he says about you. I can see them being relieved that he has someone to care for him so deeply and someone that he can honestly be open with)

He’s the type of person to see something you might like and randomly get it for you. Not to the extent that Hawks does, because Bakugou is more genuine when it comes to gift giving. It’s about you, not him. 

If you mention off hand that you like something, need this replaced, or think something is cute, then he would surprise you with it no matter how big or small

Dates with him are all or nothing, and don’t happen that often. He prefers staying in with you and enjoying time alone, but still feels like it’s important to treat you every once in a while. Going out with him means you’ll be dressed to the nines and spend the entire evening out in high society

Listen his mom’s a fashion designer, if he wants to help you get dressed or buy you clothes let him! Not only is he good at it, but it means a lot to him that he can share something with you that he excels in

One of his favorite things to do is cook for you, speaking of being good at things. He can communicate his love for you in a way where he doesn’t have to spend money or use his words and still please you. Food is important to him, and used as a comfort between the two of you

Please be patient with him when it comes to telling you how he feels. No matter how long you’ve been together, he’ll always be a man of action rather than words. He proves his love in ways other than romantic speeches, and although he tells you constantly that he loves you, it’s short and brief

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[jawritter]

Something Worth Fighting For

Request: Hi love! Your writing is amazing and I was wondering if you could do a Dean x depressed!reader? Like dean finds the reader about to jump off the roof of the bunker after reading the note she left him and sam saying goodbye. He had never suspected anything cause she hid it so well. Dean saves her and tells her his feelings for her? You can also add any details you want or anything like that! There is no rush! Thank you!

Word Count: 1865

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader 

Warnings: Warnings: Suicide attempt, Thoughts of suicide, depression, angst, self-hate, body image issues (scares), descriptions of suicidal thoughts, this one is pretty dark guys if this type of thing triggers you please read with caution! Fluffy, Protective!Dean, Language, I think that’s it.

A/N: This fic is unbeta’d! All mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work, this one is cross-posted on Wattpad as well!! Feedback is Gold! Hope you all enjoy this one!! Remember your never alone! ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING!!!!

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***MASTERLIST***

You find yourself standing in front of the long mirror in your room in nothing but your sports bra, and sensible underwear. Your fingers trace the deep scare that blemishes the skin of your stomach from a werewolf attack not even a year ago.

It's not the only scar that litters your skin, each a different size, shape, and hold a different story. A gunshot wound to your shoulder from that time you were hunting a witch down in Louisiana, and your young hunting partner, who didn't make it back from that hunt alive, missed their shot, landing you with a witch killing bullet wound to the shoulder. 

Then there were all the cuts and scratches from knife fights in bars as well as hunts. The hunting life has left its mark on you, more than one.

Those were just the marks that you could see. Deeper marks resided deep in the dark corners of your mind in the form of people you loved and lost, couldn't save, and weren't fast enough to save. They haunted you like a ghost that you couldn't salt and burn to get rid of, and there was nothing you could do about it. 

The voice that you could hear no matter how hard you tried to drown it out with heavy metal music playing from your speaker taunted you. 

"Look at you, you will never be good enough for anyone to love. No one ever loved you anyway. You will die alone. Everyone you ever loved or come in contact with will eventually die, and there will be nothing you could do to save them, nothing you can do to stop it... Your position. 

Pulling Dean's old AC/DC shirt over your head, and a pair of leggings on you take one more look into the taunting mirror that hung in silent mockery of your depression that had been dragging you down for days. 

You didn't have long to pull off your plan, the boys would be home soon, and if they caught you, they would surely stop you, and you couldn't have that. 

You were nothing but another liability, someone else that Dean had to take care of when he already had so much on his plate. You proved that when you fucked up on that Vamp hunt down in Indiana last week, and Sam nearly got turned. 

They would be better off with you gone. They would be better off with you not around to fuck up on hunts, and you would be one less person to have to watch out for when shit went sideways like it so often did.  So with that in mind, you decided to take yourself out of the picture. You were tired of all the fighting anyways.

Grabbing your favorite gun that you had gifted to Dean in your goodbye letter because you knew he always liked it, and your journal for Sam, because he always had his nose in a book of some sort, and there was a lot of past hunts and encounters written down in there, you make your way towards the war room. 

Taking one last look at the bunker you called home, you make your way towards the cast-iron stairs. Laying the things you left for the boys on the map table as you went, and never looking back. 

Your plan was to climb up to the top of the bunker, then jump off. It would be a quick end. One final fall, one final disappointment, one final let down and this would all be over. Then maybe… Just maybe… You could finally get some peace. Whatever was waiting over there had to be better than what you had waiting for you here.

You had just finished your trip to the top of the bunker when you realized you were too late, a squeaky car door slamming, and the sound of Dean’s deep voice screaming your name broke through the blinding tears that were streaming down your face, and even cut through the voices that were screaming so loud you thought for sure they’d be the last thing you ever heard. You never thought Dean would find you still alive.

Before you even had time to react Dean had scrambled his way up to the top of the bunker and was pulling you away from the edge, his strong arms wrapped around you, and you were powerless to fight against him. You were just too tired.

“Dammit Sweetheart, what the fuck were you doing?” Dean said, and you didn’t have time to answer before Sam met the two of you at the top of the roof, your note in hand, and an ashen face in fear he was too late to catch you.

The realization hit Dean like a freight train. He didn’t say anything at that moment, just picked you up in his strong arms as if you weighed nothing at all, and carried you down, and back inside the bunker with little effort. Sam stayed quiet, and only opened the door to Dean’s room where he was taking you, but didn’t intrude. 

That was Sam. He knew Dean better than anyone, and he knew Dean wanted to take care of this alone. He would be there if he was needed, and always in earshot if need be, but this is something Dean could fix, and he knew that. 

Dean laid you down on the soft memory foam covered mattress of his bed, before stripping his jacket from his well-toned body, and laying down next to you, pulling you into his arms, the steady drum of his heartbeat steading your own as you buried your head into his chest. Letting his scent surround you, comfort you. 

“Why?” Dean said, his voice thick as tears streamed down his perfect face. 

This wasn’t what you wanted, you never wanted to hurt Dean, you wanted to take the hurt away from Dean, not add to it. You never knew he’d care if you were gone? Why was he so upset now? 

“Why were you going to do it, Y/N?”

Your mind was reeling, and everything was overwhelming, but Dean deserved an answer, so you took a deep, shaky breath, and tried to swallow past the lump of nothing that seemed to be blocking your throat. 

“Because I’m nothing but another problem for you Dean, another fuck up, another mouth to feed, and another person you have to take care of. You would be better off if I wasn’t here anymore.” 

Dean lifted your chin so that you were looking up at him, his piercing green eyes wet, and sad as he stared down at you. Hurt set deep in his God-like features that hunted your dreams from the moment you laid eyes on him.

“No, no Y/N, you’re so fucking wrong, you are NOT a liability to me, your not just another mouth to feed, your not someone else I have to take care of, your everything thing to me. Do you not see that? I know I suck at words baby girl, but I’m crazy about you, and you leaving me that way is not something I can live through. I’m in love with you, Y/N. I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist.” 

You sat there with your jaw hanging open, staring back into his eye as if you blinked, you’d wake up from whatever dream this must be. Because Dean Winchester said he didn’t fall in love, Dean Winchester said that he didn’t do relationships because he was poison, Dean Winchester would never be able to love someone as broken and fucked up as you were. This had to be a mistake, a dream.

“Dean.. I…” 

Dean pressed his lips to yours with enough force to knock you breathless, throwing all the emotions he had in them, and it didn’t take you long to respond to him. Your lips move with his as he kissed you drunk, and when he finally pulled away your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

“How long have you been feeling this way?” he asked you, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around you. 

“Since Sam’s almost accident, that was totally my fault,” you said, looking down at your hands that were now linked together. Your mind still reeling over his little confession that had slipped past his lips, and you were sure that he hadn’t even realized that he said them, which made you think he was just in the moment and didn’t mean them at all.

“Y/N, accidents happen, this line of work that we do, baby it comes with risk.” Reaching down and brushing his hands through your hair. “You can’t blame yourself for a mistake that any one of us could have made. That doesn’t make you a liability. Hell, I fucked that werewolf hunt, and you got hurt, and I walked and kicked my own ass for a day! I didn’t decide to check out early! Baby when you're feeling this way you can’t shut us out, you have to tell me!” 

You could see it in his eyes, the hurt that you almost caused him, the trembling that was in his hands as he held you close to him. Maybe he did mean it, maybe he did really love you.

“Promise me something, sweetheart, I know you probably don’t feel the way I feel about you, but please promise me that you will come to me next time you're feeling this way! Don’t try and leave me!”

It clicked then. This wasn’t the way to fix things. To check out early may have removed the pain from you, but it placed it on someone else. Someone who already had too much on his shoulders, and someone who had lost so much. Someone that really did love you. Deep down that’s something you had always wanted, but thought you could never have. Someone to love you.

Your mind raced back with things that Dean had done since you moved into the bunker, and God if you didn't feel like an idiot for not seeing it. He really did care, he was trying to tell you all along. 

The late-night movie nights, bringing you food and coffee to your room every morning, taking care of you when you got sick, he never left your side when that werewolf almost gutted you, he set up all night long with you when you had a nightmare about the night your parents died. He was always there, putting you before himself or anyone else. He really did love you and was trying to show you the whole time.

In a fit of boldness, you had no idea where it came from, you brought your hand up to the side of his face, his stubble rough against your hand. You promised yourself then and there that no matter how bad it got in your head that you would never leave him again.

“Dean I promise you, I’ll never try and check out early again, I love you too much to leave you like this.” 

And you did, and you always would, because now that you knew you weren’t alone, you had a reason to fight!

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[ggsstudies]

my favorite productivity app

my favorite app for productivity by FAR is the app “notion.” before i get into all the details about why i love it i thought i would let you know that it is available on mac, iphone, android, google play, and desktop!!! that means, wherever you are in the world, you have access to your notion spreads as long as you have the internet (for desktop that is). the app is free and just recently, the personal plan has been made completely free, not limiting you to a 1000 block limit which is amazingggg. also, if you have a school email (ex: ending in .edu), you can get the personal pro plan for completely free (otherwise $4 a month) which gives you just a little more access. 

also p.s. this post is not sponsored, i just love notion THIS MUCH. 

the simple interface. i loveeeee how sleek this app looks. the default font is beautiful and it’s just really satisfying? you can also hide the sidebar which is really nice (i always have that on) and it’s lowkey really user friendly even if you’re a beginner.

how advanced it can be. while it does take a little bit to get the hang of sometimes, epecially if you’re doing really complex things with tables and equations, it can be an extremely powerful tool. you can use it for anything and that takes me to my next point. 

how customizable it is. this app is entirely customizable and it’s quite amazing. you can change the font, the color, the size of headers and so much more. you can do literally anything you want with this app. you can make the best page that is entirely customizable for you. if you don’t want to get that fancy (or are trying to work your way up to being a notion guru), you can import hundreds of templates that you can then customize. 

the emojis and headers. the addition of the emoji icons for each page as well as header images really takes the cake ngl lol. it’s a simple addition but it can make each page in your workspace *that* much more customizable. i love looking for header images that perfecly connect to what is going on on my page. 

keyboard shortcuts. oh my god the keyboard shortcuts are a god send. you can create a new ~anything~ just by hitting the forward slash. my fingers barely leave my keys (unless i’m scrolling) because i’m able to navigate mostly using the keyboard (like doing comand [ or ] (on a mac) to go back/forward a page). sadly these aren’t on the mobile version but i mostly access notion on my laptop anyway. 

linking. YOU. CAN. LINK. PAGES. IN. OTHER. PAGES. HOW AMAZING IS THAT. 

pages, tables, boards, and databases. i just recently got into make tables and it’s been game changing. i can make the main table “hub” and create different views of it (how cool is that) that i can link in other pages!!! with the linking feature, you can also show the same table in the same page but with different views (like seeing the same table twice if that makes sense). it’s just so great. and the tables are so fluid, even on mobile. 

moving things around is simpler than ever. there are 6 little dots next to each block (that’s what the call each piece whether that’s text, headers, or to do lists) that you just click and can move anywhere. just writing this post, i wanted to reorder it a little and i wanted the dots to be there but they weren’t! it’s so easy to do. like i said you can reorder but you can also make collumns and ugh it’s amazing. 

available anywhere. finally, notion is available anywhere!!!! they have an offline mode and you can get it on practically device. if you can’t tell already, i literally love this app and the fact that i can access it anywhere, it’s a deal breaker. i lowkey don’t know what i did before i had notion. 

if you have any questions about notion or just want to fangirl with me about how amazing this app is, feel free to leave a comment, dm me, or leave a message in my asks that are always open! 

also, in the next week or so i will be posting an update on how i use notion (since i have knowledge on how to use tables). i made a ~beautiful~ home page for myself and i want to show that off too so stay tuned :)

xo- gg

[radicalbillie]

Love at first bite

Pt 3

The sun was high in the sky over the sword coast, the sea glittering beneath it as if someone had cast a bag of diamonds over it.

Ashe stopped to close her eyes and breathe in the salt spray, listening to the crashing tides. Suddenly there were graceful paws on her right shoulder.

"Where are we going?" Fredrick asked, looking excitedly forward.

"I don't know... I was thinking Waterdeep, catching a ship somewhere I've not been." She replied to her vulpine friend.

"You'll need those clinky things for that."

He then wrapped his tail around her shoulders like a scarf. Smiling and scratching at his ear she turned to her left, and proceeded up the beach.

"They're called coins, you know- money, currency."

"I don't know why you two legs need so many names for one thing."

"Hah. Well in order to get clinky things; I'll need something to sell."she puffed. "Maybe someone in the city needs an herbalist, or some pelts."

"Don't look at me!" He lept to the sand.

"Not YOUR pelt... maybe we could find..." she trailed off.

The world around her instantly stopped moving, like a painting frozen in time.

"I wasn't cold." She mumbled.

This memory was different, it was always warm, the sun bright. Her body must have been chilled. Suddenly everything grew fuzzy, and then slowly faded into blackness. She watched the fox drift away as she awoke.

'I miss you Fred.' Her last thought before her eyes could see the waking world again.

There was something white and fuzzy right in front of her face, and a very cold touch on her shoulders.

The image began to clear, as she blunk herself awake.

"Astarion? What are you..."

He jumped, startled. His cold hands leaving her shoulders as he jerked back. Her white night shirt had been pulled down around her arms and his eyes looked tired and frightened. Guilty even, as her glare sliced into him.

"...shit." was all he could manage to say as the panic set in.

"STOP!" Ashe squealed, pulling her shirt up.

"No-no." He backed away raising his hands defensively as he stood. "It's not what it looks like- I swear!"

She didnt scream to his surprise, she only squeezed her knees to her chest giving him a troubled look. Those big doe eyes caught him so off guard; more than if she had just screamed.

"I-i wasn't going to hurt you!" He backed up another step. Eyes whipping back and forth, anywhere but at her.

" I just needed... well, blood."

In that moment everything finally clicked. The dead boar, his cold hands, his opting to keep watch every night. She sized him up and down, his head turned away eyes closed, he was ashamed.

"How could I have not seen it..." she smirked at her own stupidity. "Those teeth... we even found your lunch lying in the road."

"It's not what you think! I'm not some monster." He was quite defensive.

"I feed on animals, boars, deer, kobalds. Anything I can get."

His eyes had a strange glow about them, like Nyla when she stalked prey. But still there was no insincerity in his voice. His usual flirtatious swagger was gone. He looked scared, lost even.

"It's not enough... not if I have to fight. I feel so, weak. If I just had alittle blood; I could think clearer- fight better. Please..."

Her features hadn't shifted at all, she was tricky for him to read. He had always been good at reading people, but she was a strange one.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Her posture finally relaxed.

He sighed... he was so thirsty.

"At best I thought you'd say no, at worst I thought you would ram a stake through my ribs... no. I needed you to trust me;"

Their eyes met, remaining fixed together.

"You CAN trust me." He breathed.

Perhaps it had become a force of habit for Ashe to help the downtrodden. Or maybe she'd developed a fondness for things with sharp teeth.

"Okay." She sighed. "I am choosing to trust you."

"Thankyou." Astarion felt a weight lift off of him.

But Gods he was still parched.

"Do you think you could trust me, just... alittle further?"

She raised an eyebrow. His stance grew more defensive, his hands guarding his torso.

"I only need a taste, I swear."

He needed to know. She pitied him enough, he could use it.

"Fine, but only what you need to take the edge off."

"Really?" He was genuinely taken aback.

But he couldn't let it on;

"Of course. Not a drop more." He smiled.

He kneeled down to her level, and Ashe offered him her wrist.

"What's this?" He arched his brows.

"Bite here." She replied flattly.

"Ahh, I was thinking at the base of the neck."

"Are you seriously being choosy about this?" She spat through gritted teeth.

"Not al all." He chuckled. "The skin on the neck is thin, and has a heavy amount of blood flow. Strictly speaking it's the logical choice."

"Oh-okay, just... just do it before I change my mind." She sputtered, suddenly nervous.

She shut her eyes tightly, turned her head to the right and braced. He moved his weight into his knees. Long cool fingers brushed her copper locks over her left shoulder.

His hands moved carefully, delicately pulling her shirt down over her arm. His red eyes glanced to her face for a moment, her eyelids and jaw clenched tightly.

His hunger boiled in his stomach when he looked at her bare neck. Finally, he struck; hard and fast. A small yelp escaped her, his fangs like two large icy shards in her tender flesh. She gripped his arms in reflex to the pain.

It didnt last however, when his fangs withdrew the ice went with it. He pulled her warm body closer to his own, lips cupping tightly over the wound. He drank of her, his throat coated with the warm rich blood of a thinking creature.

She tasted better than anything in his memory. He began to guzzle her up with wild abandon. The more he drank, the less pain she felt.

She looked up at the stars. She could smell his hair, feel his tongue lap over her skin. Her breathing caught, sucking air through her open mouth. Ashe leaned into Astarion, running her slender fingers through his feathery curls.

"Mmm."he was breathing hard through his nose.

"Mmm..." he wrapped his arms around her back for better leverage.

Each one pulling at the other, they could feel each others hearts racing, beating on the same tempo.

A numb throb spread over her in waves. She held his head in her hand, turning her face toward him. She felt good, this felt good... not quite arousal though, there was something off about it.

She was getting light headed.

"Astarion..." her voice was weak. It was hard to think.

Her fingers gripped his locks, trying to get his attention. Her lips pressed to his ear, she had to make him stop.

"Astarion, it's too much." It came out breathy, barely there.

He could hear it, his delicate ear could feel her lips- he couldn't pull himself away. His body felt warm again, he could feel her. He could FEEL.

"Please..." she whimpered.

That got the attention of something deep inside of him. Suddenly he jerked his head back;

"Ahh... hah. Ha." He gasped for air like he'd been running.

"Apologies..." mouth still full of blood.

It dripped down over his chin as he moved himself away.

"Got lost in the moment."

She cupped her hand over her neck as he found his way to his feet, still licking his lips.

"It worked..." he could ignore orders.

Their eyes met again.

"I feel good... strong. I feel- happy." He smiled.

Ashe managed a weak smile in return.

"Looking forward to seeing you in action."

"Shouldn't take long- so many people need killing. Now if you'll excuse me, you're invigorating but I need something more filling."

He turned to leave, though to own the truth he had downplayed his gratitude. He stopped, glancing back at her from the side of his eye, she seemed... well enough.

"This is a gift you know. I won't forget it."