#or breeding project results at least

[crevicedwelling]

here’s a fun Porcellio scaber mutation! the base color is recessive orange, which usually turns all gray pigments orange, except this strain has wildtype gray spots. it’s not a variant of calico since these breed true to orange and have orange eyes.

I have no idea what’s causing this or how it inherits, but it does seem heritable. my one very speckly female, now deceased, had a number of plain orange offspring, but I discovered at least one has her spots! well, she’s got *one* spot.

I wasn’t expecting results at all, but plan to follow through with the project since it’s a very unique morph. this female is gravid so perhaps I’ll know more about it soon

[vampyrial]

thoroughbred.

summary: You and Levi have been paired up. For what task? Propagating the species, of course.

warnings: nsfw (mdni), dubcon (not from anything Levi or Reader do, but because this is about state sanctioned breeding for repopulation, basically and those in authority are a little overzealous when it comes to making sure you're doing your part.)

contains: afab reader, breeding (duh), little plot, fingering, vaginal sex, voyeurism

author’s note: here, have the fruit of my ovulation horny mind. this will be multiple parts.

Restoration was a considerable effort. Many lives were lost in the war and those who remained were of considerable strength to have survived. They were of excellent stock, and in them lay the hope for the future.

It was agreed upon not to openly call it a breeding program, even if that was its more accurate title. Its official title was ‘The Propagation Project’, a far more tolerable name. You would be paired with a genetically suitable match, your cycle would be closely tracked and a few days out of the month would be set aside for you to…perform your duties. This was still a trial run, there were areas that would probably be improved in its second incarnation but mainly, everyone was just hoping something would come of it so that there could be a second incarnation.

Each pair would be paired until their prime childbearing years were over, all of their children being from each other. It was thought that this would reduce consanguinity. Matches were made based solely on the genes of each candidate, strong and agile with strong and agile, generally. Though, amongst those who were of the most desirable genes, there was some flexibility regarding personal preference. It was necessary to be more accommodating towards their whims, particularly the whims of those who would be doing the labor. Besides that, there were a few already established couples and it made sense to simply pair them if there was no drastic genetic incompatibility rather than risk contaminating the results and wasting the efforts of the candidates.

Your match was Levi Ackerman, your captain. You two were both of extremely desirable genes, though you hadn’t chosen each other, it was more that you felt more comfortable with him than any other candidate. When registering to be matched, they asked who you would hope to be matched with and you answered with Levi. He was just someone you knew you could trust and someone you knew you were attracted to. You hoped he felt the same as Levi hadn’t had any objections to the match. You wondered if he’d given your name when he was asked who he hoped his match would be.

You knew it didn’t really matter whether or not he was attracted to you, they had aphrodisiacs that would make him want you either way if need be. But you, like most everyone else involved in the project, didn’t want to just have sex because innovation allowed for such powerful drugs which made breeding like rabbits easier nor because you needed to propagate the species. You wanted there to at least be something there that wasn’t obligation. Something purely yours between yourself and the man who would father your children. You hoped that wasn’t asking too much.

So as to be sure you had done your duties, the first go around would be in a designated place, a building repurposed into a hotel of sorts. It was lovingly dubbed “the stable.” You and Levi had gone up to the room you were assigned, finding that an attendant would be waiting outside the door while you “consummated” as she put it. It seemed that losing a fertile day and wasting sperm could be punishable offenses with how strict they were. It had been explained to you that she would be checking the room afterward for fluids as proof as well as doing an inspection of you. With how desperately the population needed to bounce back and how much money was poured into the project you understood the fiscal implications behind their meticulousness but it all felt so sterile.

The room was plain looking and better than you’d thought it’d be, you’d half expected a pile of hay. A bed made with white sheets, nightstands, lamps hung on either side of the bed, a faded rug, thick curtains cutting off all but a sliver of the red afternoon light. On the right was the washroom. On the left nightstand, there were two blue vials of the aphrodisiac, also cursed with some deeply unfortunate name that you refused to recall.

“Should we…?” You asked nodding toward them, breaking the silence.

“You can if you think you need to, I’ll go without.”

His voice was low and every word went straight to your clouded little head. “No, I don’t need to.” You were bashful from the suddenness of your desire but it felt less like a job with the arousal already warming your body.

“May I?” He asked, brushing his fingers over the hem of your shirt. You nodded, not trusting yourself with words.

He pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it onto a chair by the window. He kissed the exposed skin of your neck down to your shoulder, his hand was cold as it ran up your back reaching for the clasp of your bra. You were practically shivering by the time you’d been made completely bare, Levi pushed you backwards onto the bed, earning a surprised yelp. He slipped his jacket off and crawled onto you, planting open mouthed kisses on your breasts before parting his pretty lips and taking your nipple into his mouth. His tongue swept over it, driving gasps from your mouth and making you squirm beneath him. Your fists balled in his shirt.

You could feel yourself becoming slick as he went on, hands caressing everywhere but your cunt. You pushed your hips up toward him, trying to gain more friction brushing against him and feeling his cock brush against your thigh. He hissed at the contact and pressed your hips flat down against the bed, putting an end to your writhing. You whined and although you would probably feel embarrassed for it later, you let a hand wander downward to touch yourself. Levi intercepted it and your other hand, holding it above your head.

You thought you’d done something wrong but then he slipped his other hand down your body to touch you through your panties, teasing you, making a wet spot on them. He palmed against your panties feeling them grow all the more obviously soaked, his fingers long and deft as you remembered from being grasped by them, pulled back from danger. You had begun to beg, forgetting all about the attendant outside who could most certainly hear you. “Please…” It was unbecoming behavior in front of your captain but that in and of itself was a bit appealing.

“You don’t have to beg me” He said in a hushed voice, finally pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I was just getting you ready.” He slipped your panties over and slipped a finger through your lips right up to your clit. His breaths were heavier hotter once he felt you, slick as satin.

“Captain…” You said as he pulled back to strip your panties off, his gray eyes staring straight at your cunt, slipping a finger in and seeming amused by how much slick there already was.

“You’re going to call me captain even in a situation like this?” He laughed, a little meanly you thought.

You nearly pouted. “You’re my captain...” You answered, lamely.

He scoffed. “Don’t call me that, it reminds me of why we’re here. Call me by my name so that I can forget we’re breeding stock.”

He slipped a second finger in before you could respond, then a third, stretching you as he pistoned them in and out. You could have cried for the teasing way he missed just slightly missed every spot you need from him, just grazing against the part of you that would make you absolutely serenade the attendant outside. He’s being cruel on purpose, too. Every time he misses, brushes against a place inside that makes you shudder, he says “Here?” with the most earnest smile you’ve ever seen grace his lips.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out, sopping wet. He spread them apart to admire the way your sticky arousal webbed between his fingers. “You really like being teased like this?” It wasn’t really a question, he sounded as if in awe.

“You’re definitely ready now” He murmured. You could feel it, slick at your thighs and underneath you and dripping from Levi’s fingers. He slipped them into his mouth, a deep pink blush spreading across his skin.

“Then, you too. Take your clothes off, too” You croak.

He obliged, stripping down to his boxers which were soaked with his sticky precum that wet the fabric with ease each time he felt you squeeze around him. His cock slipped past your swollen folds as he slowly slid in, carefully. Your legs were atop Levi’s hard, muscled thighs as he split you open. A moan tore free from his lips as he bottomed out.

“Fuck” He gritted his teeth.

He was finally pressing against that spot that made you feel like steel in a forge. Your agonized moans filled the room, one would think he was torturing you. He was moving quite slowly, gently, rocking his hips against you. Your pussy swallows him and as he savors the feeling, he is struck utterly dumb and unable to speak. He makes sure to kiss your cervix with each stroke for even as his body is inundated with pleasure greater than any he’s ever known, he still hasn’t completely forgotten his purpose.

You cling to him, your hands clutching the firm flesh of his biceps as your nails dug into his skin, tracing the old scars left from this and that. All the sense in your body is utterly fried, you’re babbling like a drunken fool.

“Levi cum inside me, please, please.” You knew you needn’t beg but you desired it more than anything and you were nearly in tears with the urgency of your need.

“Be quiet” Levi nearly choked. “I– I’m close.”

“Cum inside me” You beg again. “Breed me.” You had obviously gone insane, he’d already told you to let him forget and you thought he’d cool off upon hearing your idiotic ramble. However, soon as the words left your mouth he immediately set a punishing pace. Each kiss of his cock inside you brought you closer, more reckless, a mess. Shaky moans freed from his lips.

“Th-there…! It’s okay, you can breed me, please, Levi” You begged breathlessly as you reached your end, pulsating around him as he continued to bury his cock inside you with astounding preciseness, mercilessly pounded into that sweet spot that prolonged your orgasm until you were tender and sensitive.

“Oh fuck.” Levi released with a tortured groan, rather dutifully not wasting a drop. Even as his cum began to seep out of you slightly, he pushed your legs back as far as possible and fucked it back in, stuffing as much as possible where it belongs.

It was a breathtaking feeling, him filling you with rope after rope of his cum, it seemed he came a lot for even after a few seconds he was still spilling. Your mouth was agape all the while, a string of saliva between your lips. He leaned to kiss you, all tongues, sloppy and lustful, each of you needing the other to hold onto. Each of you eating the moans from the other’s mouth, almost sounding melodic in a carnal sort of harmony.

You did not part from each other for quite some time until you heard a knock at the door. “Give us a minute” Levi called, brow furrowing in annoyance. He pulled out of you, slowly. He dressed quickly and then helped you into your clothing before opening the door to the smiling attendant.

“I apologize, was I interrupting?” She asked.

Yes, Levi wanted to say. “What do you want?”

“Have you consummated?” God, she was straightforward wasn’t she?

“Yes, we fucked.” But Levi was just as deadpan.

“Excellent. Now I’ll need to inspect you.” She was referring to you, you had forgotten it was coming. “If you’d please undress the bottom half for me.” She pulled on a latex glove. God, she meant…

“I’ll need to ensure that you have properly consummated” She continued, unflinchingly somehow, with the same smile.

“What the fuck?” Levi exclaimed what you were thinking.

You shimmied out of your panties and spread your legs slightly. She pushed them open wider and pressed you onto your stomach over the bed, gently. You turned to gawk at her, shocked. You hadn’t known what the inspection would entail but it was certainly not whatever this was.

Levi frowned, stepping in closer and grasping her arm. “Oi, what do you think you’re doing?” Your thoughts exactly.

“I’m examining her, it’s easier in this position. It’s necessary for confirmation or else, I can’t flag the two of you as having completed your task. Please, this will only take a moment.” She stuck a finger inside you suddenly making you gasp, she pushed it far as it could go and twisted it around as if swabbing before pulling it out. A long. stretching string of sticky cum followed, stuck to her finger. The woman admired it for a moment. Levi watched, aghast even as his cock throbbed in his trousers against his will. What was wrong with him? The sex had surely gone to his head if he was getting turned on watching this. He hated that his body contradicted him, particularly now that it was contradicting the disgust he felt at learning the extent to which they’d go in order to ensure you’d done your ‘duty’.

“Very good, you two. I apologize for the inconvenience, it won’t need to continue on now that we have certainty.” You stood back up, pulling your trousers back on. “You two are free to continue until about eight.” She took her leave.

“Are you alright?” He asked, something was still stirring from the scene and it felt dishonest to you to ask something like that knowing what was on his mind. The way you avoided his gaze made him feel a tinge of guilt but he knew he deserved it.

“Yes, it was just…embarrassing. I didn’t know it’d be like that but I might’ve guessed, this is the stable after all.”

“Don’t remind me” He answered. “You can shower first, you’ve earned that much.”

You didn’t argue. You got into the near scalding water and tried not to think about having been bent over like that, inspected for the evidence of his cum before your captain. Let alone the fact that you had just fucked him. It was all too much to bear, maybe it wouldn’t have been if you hadn’t liked it so much, if even bent over before him, you hadn’t felt some glimmer of arousal spark back up. You were wrong when you thought the first time would be the hardest, it would be the second, having to see him again knowing you begged him to breed you, knowing you were practically fingered in front of a man who used to make you do drills. In the bathroom, luckily, there were changes of clothes and bags for the soiled ones. You knew you were taking your sweet time by military standards but you were stalling so that you didn’t have to look at him, he who had returned to being just your captain by now.

When you came out, Levi was sitting in the chair near the window, eyes closed and his expression weary. Had the day taken as much out of him as it had you?

“Goodnight, captain.” His eyes fluttered open, grey eyes fixing on you not with disgust but with vague curiosity for which you were relieved.

“Goodnight.” His voice was subdued, quiet. He did not stand and enter the washroom immediately as you thought he might, he seemed lost in thought. You supposed you would be too, when you were alone.

He was still sitting there bathed in the blue of early evening when you closed the door behind you, his face turned toward the window. In the light of the hallway, you could see a light blush dusted his cheeks.

[sucrows]

IBARA SAEGUSA + BREEDING (DC)

You work too closely to him and too similarly. You’re a threat, and he needs to get you out of the way and well... Drastic times call for drastic measures. 

Contains: AFAB Reader, Bottom Reader, Top Ibara, Breeding, DUBCON (Baby trapping), Manipulation, Creampie, Rough sex, Overstimulation, Fingering

Word Count: 3676

(NSFW Below Cut)

When you first cropped up, Ibara didn’t think much of you.  

Producing and being an idol at the same time is hard work- most people can’t do it. There’s few who take on both of those jobs at once for a reason. Surely, surely, you’ll wash out like many others, deciding to keep to one or another. It’s inevitable. 

But then you don’t. 

You’re organized, smart, dedicated, motivated- all the same as him, and it drives Ibara insane.  

You work too closely to him and too similarly. You’re a threat, and he needs to get you out of the way and well... Drastic times call for drastic measures. 

Ibara’s friendly to you. He makes your work easier on you. He praises you. Hell, he even helps you out on occasion. There’s nothing for you to suspect. While your work ethic makes you a threat, your naivete about other people in business makes you an easy target. You’re too trusting, too nice. You’re objectively a much nicer person than him... It’s the one thing he has above you, and it’s going to be the thing he uses to get to you. 

Over time you let him closer. Casual taps on the arm advance to the occasional shoulder pat to playfully linking arms. You talk about shared projects, then general work, then personal goals. You start to trust him more and more. It’s almost a shame, Ibara thinks. A person as nice and genuine as you are choosing this industry to work in... You deserve better.  

At least after he’s done with you it won’t be a problem anymore. 

*****

Casual friendly touches get further and further, until they begin to blur the line between what’s appropriate and what's supposed to be inappropriate for people in your stations. The first time Ibara fucks you, it’s in your dressing room after a live.  

He’d helped you with some difficult contractors for this event and he’s come to see the results. Just as you are intelligent and nice, you’re also a force to be reckoned with on stage. With adrenaline running through you, you practically throw yourself on him after he propositions you. So easy it was that Ibara almost suspected you might’ve been leading him into a trap instead but no, nothing. Once again, you display a naivete that others in the industry have long learned to do without. 

You whined and moaned from his movements. He curled his fingers in you, toyed with your chest, told you dirty things, made you taste him, made you take him- everything he could think of. He made notes of every little thing that made you crumble for future reference. The only problem was the way you insisted on a condom... It was good and he enjoyed it but... he’s a man on a mission, and this mission allows for no personal pleasure seeking or sentimentality. Ibara knows what he needs to get done for his and Eden’s career. 

It only escalates in frequency. You can now recall times when he locked your door and he, the Ibara Saegusa, threw himself onto his knees in front of your office chair. You’ve hidden away in his office and been pressed up against his windows at night in the dark. You can now expect to find at least one article of your clothing to be permanently hidden within his own. You’re now sure that there’s probably at least one of his shirts hiding in your laundry at any point in time. 

You might never have had “the talk” but with not only the physicality of everything, but the other interactions between you too? It’s hard for you to describe your relationship as just friends with benefits. You trust him and as far as you know, he trusts you. Why would you ever have a reason to suspect his intentions? 

You don’t question him, and he moves on with his plan. Condoms are just so uncomfortable... how about pulling out? If it’s too risky you can use spermicide or something? What about ovulation tests and tracking your cycle? Come on, don’t you think it’ll feel better too...?  

Slowly your hesitation wanes as do your complaints about wanting to use protection. Ibara’s right, there are other forms of birth control. If you’re ever really desperate, there’s even Plan B. You trust him... He would never do something to risk one of your careers. 

*****

It’s been long enough. 

A big awards event has just happened, and both of your units won in the categories you were nominated for. The night had been filled with celebration and joy and the slightest bit of champagne. You now head back to your apartment... or you pretend to, before heading to a hotel Ibara texted you. 

It’s a golden opportunity and he has full intentions of taking advantage of it. 

Within the privacy of the hotel, there’s nothing keeping you from each other. The door is barely closed before you feel yourself pushed up against it. Ibara’s mouth is immediately on your own, harshly biting your lip and trying to coax you open. Your reaction is immediate. Complete submission to his whims. With your mouth open there’s no hesitation for his tongue to enter your mouth, tangling with your own and stealing your breath away. The taste of the fancy drinks has long faded away but just being in his presence starts to make you feel drunker than any alcohol could ever make you. 

His hands explore you; they already know every ridge and bump and weak spot- both the ones that make you crumple in pleasure and pain- but he still moves them with as much interest as your first time together. The contrast between his hands drives you insane when one insists on pushing you against the wall while the other one tries to pull your hips closer.  

You can’t help but raise a leg to wrap around Ibara’s hips and he immediately takes it and pulls it upwards. Before you know it, both of your legs are pressed up to your chest and you’re trapped between the man and the wall. He finally moves on from your mouth and you don’t know how he’s not panting like you are now. His mouth just explores lower to your neck. No marks can be left there because of your careers, but he can already anticipate how the future months will break down that excuse. For now, he can just kiss and nip at it, not quite as intense as he would like, but satisfying enough to move on for now. 

He pulls his head back and stares at you. The sight from your perspective is enticing to say the least. His face flushed from your making out, the hotel light shining from somewhere behind him that gives him a halo, his messy hair and clothes that hint at your shared actions... 

Ibara smirks at your staring, letting you bask in him for a few moments, then continues his plan. He already has you in his arms, all it takes for him to carry you to bed is to shift your weight and walk a few steps over. You yelp in surprise at the sudden action- he’s not exactly the largest guy, it’s much too easy to forget the amount of training he does. You flop onto the bed and bounce a bit from the drop. It’s his turn now to stare, standing between your parted legs. Admiring all the same things you did for him. 

He briefly stares at you in contemplation. You’re so excited for this... little do you know of his plans. The way he intends to ravage you tonight. The way he wants to keep going at it with you until there’s no chance you aren’t going to be carrying his child. The way he wants to knock you up and watch you get fat and useless over the course of months... 

He practically lunges for your waistband, pulling off your pants and underwear in one go. Ibara’s waited so long for this, he needs it, needs to finally take you. He grasps at your top next, yanking it off as well. It’s astounding how practiced this is, you truly are just in the palm of his hand. 

He can immediately see that you’re dripping wet but he’s not going to go straight for your hole, no, he wants you more desperate before he does that. He drags a finger between your folds to gather up some slick, then brings his fingers slightly upwards to rub around the area he knows your clit should be. The move is so familiar to him by now, another carefully memorized part of the plan he’s executing. He carefully massages the area until he finds that certain spot that makes you inhale sharply. Having found his target, he smiles. 

It’s very sudden that his hands move faster. While the one he’s now placed at your chest to play with your nipples is quite pleasant, the feeling of his aggressive stimulation of your clit makes you nearly squeal. You resist the urge to clamp your legs shut around Ibara’s hand and instead just close your eyes. The darkness makes your body just that much more sensitive than before.  

“What a whore... acting like this.” 

He stops briefly to slap your clit and your legs shake more and more with the strain of not moving. 

You whine at Ibara’s harsh words, not gone enough yet to fully avoid protesting. He gathers up more slick onto his fingers before continuing to pleasure you once again. Though, you quickly note that now he’s reaching for your clit with his thumb, and now two of his fingers wait just outside of your hole. He massages once again until your clit is located once again and, pressing down onto it, slides his fingers inside.  

Ibara smiles at the way you thrash your head, resisting the urge to move but desperately wanting to do so. “What would your fans think if they saw you like this...?” 

You want to respond to his words, but the moment your open your mouth he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, stimulating your clit all the while. Instead of any complaint, a pitchy moan is what leaves instead. He nearly laughs at the flustered expression you make. 

“Hm, how unprofessional. I expected better from you.” 

Every single one of his words makes your face burn hotter. Though disheveled, he’s still fully clothed. Meanwhile you lay completely bare on your back, legs open for him to do whatever he wants. There’s a tinge of insulting truth to his words as he continues to pleasure you. He moves his hand faster. Every time he pulls his hand out and back in again, it brushes roughly against your clit. Now when his fingers are fully in, he’s taking a moment to curl them before he straightens them and pulls them out once more. The pleasure is so intense. He truly has learned every weak spot... 

You feel so hot, like you're burning up inside. You can’t help but moan and whine out pathetic little sounds while Ibara works you harder and harder. The pressure on your clit and the fingers in your cunt being exactly what you need. You can feel your orgasm creeping up on you and you desperately reach out for his free arm. You want him closer to you- No- you need him closer to you. You desperately want to feel the warmth of his body close to yours. To your shock though, all he does is slap your hand away and tsk at you. 

“So close already? You do know we aren’t stopping anytime soon?” He chides. 

Despite implying he wants you to last longer, he doesn’t give you one second to cool off. You would beg for him if you could muster the breath to speak words or the brain to form them in the first place. The pleasure is too good and it’s too hot and the way he feels- 

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan as you finally cum, breathy cries of “Ibara-!” being cut off by pathetic little whines. Every time his thumb brushes your clit it’s a wave of pleasure that makes your stomach tense and every push of his fingers into your cunt makes you feel so whole you can’t help but moan. He works your body so easily, playing with all its sweet spots with no hesitation. He’s also moved his other hand to your hip. The thumb of that hand pushes into the bone there and holds you down every time you thrash into his hand. 

His hands seem to calm their efforts as you ride out the waves and begin to come down again. Until suddenly, he shifts his weight, and his hand slaps your folds once again. You yelp and your legs jump up, but he’s already begun again. He roughly moves your hips upwards and stands in close, once again going for your clit. He slides his wet fingers up from your hole and rubs you with the added lubrication. You’re still oversensitive from having just come and his actions immediately get you going again. 

He looks amused when you let out a long whine. “So easy...” 

Ibara’s rubbing gets more and more passionate and before long you feel yourself caving once again. You thrash your head to the side and he doesn’t stop. You moan out his name and he doesn’t stop. Your hips twitch and all he does is hold you still so he can keep going.  

You’re about to come again when, to your surprise, something slips into your hole. The penetration is the last push you need before you come again. As you look down with hazy eyes you see him finally splitting you open and the visual of it makes you throw your head back and embrace the feeling. It pulses all through your body, starting at your core then reaching all up your spine.  

You once again expect a break, but you also can’t bring yourself to be surprised when he starts immediately thrusting into you. He does a few slow, deep ones, before he feels you fully prepared and starts to truly go at it. 

“How shameful. Do you even see yourself right now?” He degrades you while he starts to speed up. The contrast between you two only grows stronger. The only piece of clothing he has removed is his blazer, having only unzipped and buttoned his pants to bring out his cock. Meanwhile you sit entirely debauched, lower half leaking slick and upper half redder than ever before. 

Ibara smirks at your staring. “Can’t even respond to me anymore I see.” 

You open your mouth to do so, but he cruelly grabs your nipples between his fingers and squeezes, making you only squeak instead. 

“That’s alright.” He rolls the buds and watches you whimper. “Whores don’t need to speak anyways.” 

He pushes your legs further apart and thrusts into you harder, finally fully getting onto the bed. The sound of his hips slapping against yours echoes through the room. The room is full of the scent of sex and the sounds of your copulation.  

Your brain already felt hazy from the orgasms, but his refusal to give you even a second of a break makes your further lose yourself. Right now, you want nothing more than him- whatever it is that he’ll give you. Ibara’s cock in you is so heavy and the pressure is so delicious and his hands that roam wherever they please leave a burning trail of desire in you. You squirm and try to move your hips against him, doing your best to meet his every move even though you’re stuck underneath him.  

He seems amused at your mindless thrusting but if you were more aware... you might’ve even spotted a hint of a scheme in his eyes. Nonetheless, he grants you the pleasure you seek and returns his hand to your clit. He goes back to his old maneuvers. You’re just so weak underneath him... weak to his handling of you and weak to his attitude towards you. So, so naïve.  

Your next orgasm takes you by surprise, you were simply enjoying his movements and suddenly all your muscles feel full of too much energy and the sensation of pleasure courses through your body once again. You squirm against his body, feeling overly sensitive. 

Ibara feels you clench around him and takes the opportunity to push your legs right up to your shoulders. Your weight is suddenly being supported by your upper back and you would recognize this as a mating press if you weren’t so focused on the way he’s fucking you. Your body is still throwing at you pleasure but now it’s electric whipping through you instead of smooth waves. You half-heartedly kick at him from the feeling, but he growls and sturdies his grip on your leg.  

The way you look is so erotic that Ibara would usually commentate on it as he had earlier, but even he can feel himself being lost to pleasure. You alternate between squirming against him and laying back while moaning and whining. You’re entirely brainless in the exact way he had planned for you to be. He’s getting closer and closer to completing his goal and something in the back of his brain is screaming in excitement. 

He pushes your legs further and now your weight is all practically on your shoulders. It makes all the blood in your body rush to your head. He thrusts harder and harder, knowing exactly where this is heading... the point of inevitability where nothing would be able to go back to normal.  

You’re already such a mess underneath him but he can’t help the urge to angle his thrusts upwards and play with your chest once again. You squeal in exactly the way he wants you to. You’re too brainless to think, to protest, to care. All you can think about is the pleasure you’re feeling right now. Ibara’s always been a very generous partner, but today he’s combining everything he’s ever done to you at once. All the sensations going on in your head and body make you think Ibara, Ibara, Ibara-! 

He’s reaching his limit. The adrenaline coursing through him is overwhelming all his senses. A sense of intense excitement at how he’s actually about to do this- actually try to impregnate you- so strong that his face grows into a smile even though he’s panting. He hardly even notices how hard he’s breathing.  

You’re squealing at him and squeezing around him. Your face is outright lewd with its expressions, and he can’t hold back anymore. He pushes in as deeply as he can and grinds there, feeling himself letting go. His balls are firm against you, where they twitch and pump you as full as possible. His own pleasure hits him hard but he does his best to maintain the momentum of his hands. He can’t have you noticing what he’s doing now, he needs you drunk on your own pleasure. 

Right up against your cervix- Your womb, egg, walls- everything gets covered in white as it flows in deep, aided by the mating press. His sperm reaches everywhere it can inside you. The cum fills you up to the point of overflowing. You haven’t had a session together in a while and he’s been holding off until he could see you again. This plan was long in the making, and it's finally coming to fruition, with you hopefully bearing the actual fruit of it.  

As Ibara’s orgasm tapers off he gives a few more half-hearted thrusts, trying to milk the last of his seed out. He looks down in pride at the sight of white seeping out along the sides of where his cock is dipped into your hole.  

Your babbling is dying down and you just cover your face with your arms, completely overwhelmed. You’re almost entirely limp and cock-drunk. Ibara had worked you into another orgasm while he finally completed his own- not that you’d noticed- and now you wanted nothing more than to rest. As he lets down your legs, you easily slide onto your side and curl in on yourself. 

Ibara steps back and looks at his hard work. His cum is now escaping your hole, trickling down the curve of your thighs. The back of them being bright red from how hard his hips had hit them and glistening from the amount of slick that had drooled on them throughout your fucking.  

Even with his carefully tracking your cycle, giving you teas and foods meant to increase your fertility, pushing you into a mating press, there’s still a chance it won’t take now... but the likelihood is that it did. There’s a good chance that in the last few minutes, he had just knocked you up. Your fates and futures might now be more closely intertwined than ever before... 

And the thought of that drives Ibara wild. 

He immediately feels himself growing hard again. He wants it so desperately that everything in him screams to jump on you again. It screams to follow his instincts and mark you as his own, claim you as a mate. You’ve been so kind and trusting and talented- there's no better option than you to carry his spawn. He needs to take this opportunity to secure his heir- 

He pushes your thighs apart and positions him behind you. You’re practically dead weight and all you do is whimper at his touch. 

It might not have taken, but that’s okay. He’ll just have to keep going tonight. Keep fucking you dumb and brainless and pliant for him. Keep coming inside and filling you up with his seed. Keep holding you down and proving himself as a proper mate for you. 

He gathers his cum on his cock, and slides back in, ready to make you take if you haven’t already. 

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[theramseyloft]

I go you already have my apologies but can you re explain your ideal bird that you are breeding for. From the looks of your loft updates you prefer standard non exaggerated features and minimal muffs and normal length beaks

No worries. ^v^

I've been reworking a few things while we've been stuck on hiatus, so there have been some changes to the plans for the future, and I don't mind going over them.

I am trying to develop a unique breed specifically for therapy work.

As many of my long term followers know: A feral pigeon, found in a parking lot on the brink of starvation, taught himself to alert me for anxiety attacks of crippling severity.

If he could not alert me fast enough to prevent me going catatonic, he knew to go get my husband.

And he worked out a series of behaviors to draw me back out of that state if my husband was not with me.

He later developed an alert specific to blood sugar spikes.

That's far beyond the scope of an Emotional Support Animal!

And I believe that if a pigeon off the literal street was naturally inclined to develop these behaviors, then temperament traits conducive to such service work can be selected for.

I aim to do that by combining highly intelligent Performance breeds like Homers, Rollers, and Tumblers with structurally sound exhibition breeds possessing a demonstrably heritable mellow temperament.

And I want this breed to have a unique look that easily identifies it so that it will be hard for feather merchants to counterfeit. (Yes, that is a thing that happens.)

So, my favorite embellishments in the breeds we are already using are going to be enhanced by a few exhibition breeds who exemplify those traits, and one specifically for color.

To that end, we will be utilizing these performance breeds:

Feral

I can get into whether or not this is a breed in itself in another post. This is going to be a long one as it is.

There are several risks to working with ferals, absolutely.

You can pretty much guarantee that any you may find have lice, one or two species of worms, at least two protozoan parasites, and could potentially have a whole host of other bacterial or viral pathogens with out showing any outward sign.

Anyone who works with ferals as a first responder must be prepared to quarantine them carefully, vaccinate them, and test them to find out what all you will need to treat.

But there are three huge advantages for the Assistance Pigeon Project:

They are the epitome of structural soundness. That slight, agile little body has come to be through surviving generations of environmental pressures from having to travel long distances to find food to having to dodge a wide range of predators like cats and hawks.

There is no better source of intelligence than the descendent of birds that have survived for generations on their wits and luck alone.

And no better source of an excellent immune system than the result of generations living with the host of parasites and pathogens that they are so often loaded down with in the wild. There is a reason you won't see any outward sign that a feral has anything!

Once a feral's parasites and pathogens are cleaned out, they are incredibly sturdy!

Being a domesticated animal, the offspring of ferals in human care tend to focus all the inquisitive brightness that kept their line alive in the wild on bonding and communicating with their care taker.

Racing Homer

The thoroughbred of pigeons.

If you do not count Ferals as a breed, this is the most structurally sound and intelligent of all pure breeds.

Hands down the single most athletic!

They are stockier, more aerodynamic, and far more muscular than the average feral, because they were bred to be able to find their way home from drop points up to and over 500 miles away.

It takes not just fine tuned musculature and metabolism, but an excellent memory and keen intelligence to adapt on the literal fly to the changes in environment and predator populations over such distances.

Because of their exposure in races to hundreds or even thousands of other birds from lofts all across the country, Racers also have the strongest immune system of any purebred.

Birmingham Roller

This is not a breed that flies long distances like Racers or Ferals, but as a performer, it is still required to be structurally sound.

Performances consist of flying in a small flock called a Kit to perform a waterfall effect of staggered rolls where birds backflip 15-20 times in a row in midair, straighten from the roll, and rejoin the kit, one after another.

They are less flighty than Ferals and less independent than Racers, typically working much more closely with their trainer: keeping within sight of the loft and earshot of the person.

This makes them a little more human focused and naturally inclined to be biddable.

Though many traits vary wildly by line, these tend to be very small birds; energetic, jaunty, and playful.

Aside from adding that wonderful temperament, they will help keep the end result small.

Portuguese Tumbler

I waffled on these for quite a while, mostly because of their very small size and absolute breeding overdrive.

But they are excellent parents despite being the second smallest breed of pigeon in the world, and, unlike the Valencian Figurita, generally don't need one of their nestlings fostered.

And that speaks very highly of just how physically fit they are.

There are a few big breeds among the ones selected specifically for temperament, so Ports and Birms should help bring the size down and improve the parenting ability of the blend.

But the real push was just how Exuberantly friendly and playful this gleeful little breed is!

There are two performance breeds I have no hands on experience with yet that I would like to add:

Oriental Roller

This one is a dual purpose:

Once again, a structurally sound bird of moderate build, because it is still flown in competition.

But what interests me is the tail.

This breed is one of the major components of the Mindian (Miniature Indian) Fantail, Bred to Indian Fantails too small to compete with in order to improve the structural soundness and preserve the fan.

And as one of the embellishments I want in this breed is a slight fan, this body type is ideal to help display it comfortably.

Turkish Takla

The Takla is a Roller breed, still flown in competition, and becoming popular in the US for its docile, biddable temperament.

It comes with or without crest or muffs, and I very much like the grouse muffs of this breed.

We'll have to see what the temperament is really like, but the bird is gorgeous, and I expect it will blend well in terms of structure, temperament, and moderate embellishments that are still eye catching.

Breeds selected for temperament:

Show Line Danzig Highflier

This breed is the single best investment I have ever made towards the temperament of my breeding flock!

They are intensely friendly! Every bird I have raised with any amount of Danzig in them has gone on to be a beloved cuddle bug of a pet.

My Husband's ESA, Cotta, is the closest we have gotten so far to the behaviors we want in a bird bred for Service work.

Not only is he my Husband's devoted ESA, he also acts as mine when I need regulation, and even Cheeto's when he struggles with impulse control or obsessive behaviors.

Cotta is so intensely human focused that he has organized Cheeto and another bird who was only with us temporarily to provide me aid during a very severe episode of vertigo.

That temperament has passed so reliable through Satin's family that I would have to be an idiot not to incorporate this breed.

Frillback

A shockingly mellow breed!

And not just because they could only be less aerodynamic if you gave them parachutes..

A great test to rule out learned helplessness being the root of any big or showy breed's apparent mellowness is to cross them with a smaller breed that flies well so the offspring will be more maneuverable than the big or highly embellished parent.

If the offspring that can physically evade you is flighty and nervous by nature, then the "mellow docility" of the parent is just learned helplessness.

But if that more maneuverable offspring is just as docile and tractable as the parent, then you can be pretty well assured that that really is the parent's temperament.

Frillbacks fall so soundly into the "genuinely that sweet tempered" category that it has passed on into multiple generations of my flock.

I won't use this breed much, because the curls are a little much and it's hard to find clean legged birds or lines with only moderate muffs.

But their temperament is so fantastic that it would be remiss of me not to use them at all.

Lucerne

This elegant Swiss breed borders on too mellow for its own good.

There are lines with peeps so quiet that they fail to trigger the parent's feeding response. Paired with another breed, though, even completely oblivious Lucerne will respond correctly once they see their mate feeding.

My first pair, despite hating me with the fury of a thousand suns, were so perfectly tractable that working with them was a breeze.

Some of my most out going individuals are crossed with this breed.

I love their structure and their very moderate Grouse muffs.

They have a shorter beak than I like, but it's long enough to be functional, and the other breeds will keep the beak from getting too short.

Show Type Racing Homer

This is another show breed famed for their docility.

While it isn't as absolutely incredible as the breeds higher on the list, I will be incorporating them for their very simple, elegant structure, and bold, out going curiosity.

Classic Old Frill

This breed is somewhat of an indulgence, I admit.

Of the breeds included for temperament, this is the one most likely to be flighty or skittish.

But I have such a deep and abiding love for what they are: A return to form to the original standard of the Turkish Hunkari from the now beakless Modern and Oriental Frills.

Basically, the avian version of the Retromops (If you love Pugs, you should look this breed up. It's a return to the original standard: a pug with a muzzle, that can breathe normally and regulate its body temperature.)

This breed was my first love, and I want to continue to support the breeders that loved them enough to write preventative measures into the breed standard requiring that their beaks never get so short that they can't feed their peeps unaided.

There is one other breed I want to add for temperament entirely because of the temperament of mixed progeny I have purchased for the breeding program:

American Show Racer

Titan and her Mother, Ibis, take very strongly after their ASR Grandmother/Mother, respectively.

Ibis was so friendly and outgoing on arrival that I was sorely tempted to keep her as a personal pet instead of having her join the breeding flock.

Titan, despite being very defensive when she was little, grew up to be so much like her mother it takes my breath away.

I am curious to see if this breed is really that sweet tempered and it really passes so reliably, or if Ibis and her line inherited their temperament from the Lucerne side.

There are only two breeds added purely for their embellishments:

Old Dutch Capuchin

I love the Danzig's mane, and I think a little touch of ODC will add some luxury to it.

My experience with this breed was not the best temperament wise, but I have read that not to be the norm and hope to have better luck with a different line.

Garden Fantail

This is the most structurally sound of all fantails, able to fully close the fan when not displaying to fly and walk comfortably.

I do not want a full fan in this breed, but Fans seem to be a partial dominant with variable expression, if my two half fantails,

Sher and

Soiree, are any indication.

Not a necessity, by any stretch, but I really like the look of a moderate fan.

Finally, there is a single breed I plan to incorporate for color.

Archangel

There are exactly two traits I want from the Archangel:

The dominant half of its bronzing, which results in a robin like rusty breast in heterozygous form

And the intense sheen of its recessive grease quill.

With luck and patience, I hope for these nine breeds; six for performance, six for temperament, two for embellishments, and one for color...

Add up to a healthy, long lived Therapy breed whose intelligence is not blunted by their laid back mellow docility and whose unique look sacrifices none of their structural integrity.

The breeder cap will remain at ten pair, hatch controlled between evaluation periods.

Babies will be evaluated for six months.

If neither is an improvement over one or both parents, both will be classed as pets and adopted out.

If one is an improvement over which ever parent fits the program the least well, or better yet the ideal blend of their parents beneficial traits, then that one will stay, the parents will retire and go up for adoption as a bonded pair, and the sibling will be made available to the public.

New blood will come in to improve what ever trait is most lacking after each evaluation period.

Offspring we produce may become available at younger than six months once the temperament I want is reliably consistent.

But I expect that to take a fair few generations.

[getvalentined]

We may have discussed this before but my brain is a sieve - re: Vincent being assigned to Nibelheim because Gast wanted to honor Grimoire's memory via Vincent - does this mean that Veld may have known that Vincent could/would end up contributing to Gast's work? Or do you headcanon that Gast just asked specifically for Vincent, and Veld went along with it for reasons of his own?

My headcanon for this is recently updated based on the newly clarified timeline of events related to Veld's backstory—since we know Kalm burned in 1997 and Felicia is therefore around Zack's age rather than Sephiroth's, I've shuffled this quite a bit! The end result is still the same as it was, but the means of getting there are slightly different.

Veld had no idea that Vincent had been selected for use in the Jenova Project. He knew the basics of what was going on in the project itself, given that Project G was on the verge of being shelved at that point and the Turks would be required for a fair amount of cleanup when that occurred, but he wasn't aware that the Turks had been selected for use in the project as breeding stock. Veld himself had already been unwittingly used in Project G in a similar fashion several months prior, although his contribution didn't necessitate he be on-site and was instead acquired via an invasive but company-standard physical exam at Shinra headquarters.

Gast's request for Vincent to oversee security on the project came down the pipe to Veld with an admission that it was strictly sentimental, since Project S would be carried out in the same facility where Grimoire had done his last research project. He'd been dead for around a year at that point, but Gast asserted that he just thought it would be nice to have a Valentine on the premises while everyone fully adjusted to Grimoire's eternal absence. Veld thought this was a bit silly, but that seemed to be the norm for most academics in Veld's experience, so he didn't see a reason to reject it.

He and Vincent's relationship had been a bit rocky since Grimoire died, so Veld hoped the assignment might give Vincent some perspective, if not some much-needed closure. Regardless of whatever led Vincent to distance himself from his father, he hadn't handled the loss well, taking a month off to make arrangements back home—trust funds and scholarships and memorials, ongoing management of the estate and long-term agreements with the university, long talks with old people in high places. Upon his return, Vincent threw himself into work in a way that would be most politely described as "burning the candle at both ends," but more accurately described as "driven like a man possessed."

At least, that would be the case for literally anyone else, but Vincent Valentine hadn't been given the title Turk of Turks for nothing. In his case, the most obvious results of his insane workload were that he was usually exhausted enough to sleep through the night, he drank more coffee than usual throughout the day, and he didn't go nearly as easy on rookies as he used to.

The fact that Vincent could intentionally put himself through twenty hour shifts multiple times a week for months on end rekindled old frustrations and insecurities on Veld's part, mostly regarding Vincent being in the department in the first place—everyone knew he was too good for the Turks, and those several months of stellar, almost machine-like performance proved it. This lingering sentiment had been lurking in the back of Veld's mind for years, since Vincent first tested into the department; with the reminder of where Vincent came from fresh in his mind after Grimoire's death, Veld found himself ruminating on it constantly.

Vincent, for his part, rejected the assignment outright. As vice director at the time, this was technically within his right, but the refusal to even contemplate the prospect set Veld off like nothing else, leading to a huge argument. Veld said a lot of things he would live to regret, Vincent almost certainly decked him, and Veld told him that he would either take the assignment or he'd be kicked from the department and sent back where he belonged.

"...I thought I belonged with you."

"We both know you're way too smart to be that fucking clueless about where people like you belong."

Veld had no idea that Vincent had been requested as part of the experiment just starting up in Nibelheim. He sent him because it was where he was meant to be from the beginning: in a big old mansion, far away from the Turks, surrounded by people just as smart as he was who knew where he came from and what he should have been doing with his life.

Maybe Veld would figure out how to apologize by the time Vincent finally got back.

(He didn't.)

[svnoohe4rts]

bed of lies ; part four

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↳ PAIRING: park sunghoon x fembodied!reader

↳ SUMMARY: sunghoon comes to terms with the fact that he has fallen in love with you and is willing to do everything in his power to show you that he has truly fallen for you, but are you willing to forgive him?

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↳ WARNINGS: cursing, angst, yelling (sunghoon and reader raising their voices at one point), mentions puke but there’s no actual throwing up, smut; unprotected sex (please use protection!), breeding (kind of), marking, fingering, choking, pet names etc MINORS DNI!

↳ AUTHORS NOTE: and with that being said, bed of lies has officially come to an end ! i wanna thank everyone for their endless support and all ur kind words, i’ve had so much fun writing this story and i feel like i’ve gotten better as a writer by writing this as well. i also wanna give a big thank u to genie, also known as @end-hyphen for helping me through my writers block and literally helping me plot this last part; thank u from the bottom of my heart genie, i love u and thank u so so much <3 i hope u guys enjoy this last part and hopefully you’ll tune into my next project as well, game over ! i love every single one of u and thank u once again <3

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Sunghoon felt like smashing his phone into pieces until there was no trace left of his phone and the stupid robotic voice that had repeatedly been reminding him of how badly he fucked up. His bottom lip was practically bleeding by now, a result of him constantly nibbling on it to somewhat ease his anxiety; not that it necessarily helped, but at least it helped him focus on something other than calling your phone over and over again.

He wasn’t sure if you had blocked his number or if you simply had just turned your phone off, both being equally as bad according to him. It had already been two days since Sunghoon last saw you, two days since Jake had decided it would be a good idea to expose Sunghoon and the stupid bet; all Sunghoon wanted to know was if you were okay.

After you left, Jay dragged Jake away to calm the boy down; not wanting to risk a fight breaking out and the neighbors potentially calling the cops. Sunghoon was just left standing there alone as the people around him went back to the party, shrugging the whole situation off; but only after Sunghoon told them to fuck off, that there was no fight happening and they should mind their own business. Or at least that’s what Sunghoon thought, that they had just shrugged it off.

It wasn’t until he was left completely alone he dared let a tear spill down his cheek. He was quick to wipe it away, but quickly realized it was useless as he felt yet another tear run down his cheek; accepting the fact that he was in fact crying. He hadn’t cried in years, yet there he was; standing on a dimly lit street, tears leaving his eyes as he desperately tried wiping them away using the sleeve of his shirt.

As he stared at the ceiling of his bedroom, his eyes feeling sore at this point from the never-ending tears spilling down his cheeks, his feelings finally made sense. The confusion he felt towards you suddenly disappeared as he accepted his feelings, no longer fighting against the fact that he, Park Sunghoon, had indeed fallen for you. He accepted the fact that not only had he for the first time in his entire life fallen in love, but he had also managed to fuck it all up.

As Monday approached, the people around you didn’t even try to hide their stares as you walked down the hallways.

You weren’t sure if they were staring at you because of your puffy and bloodshot eyes, or because they had all been there to witness your whole world coming crashing down. Deep down you knew it was probably because of the latter option, considering the fact that they had all been there to be a part of the news reaching you and how fast people were to talk; especially when it came to Park Sunghoon.

You knew the word would get around quickly, because why wouldn’t it?

Park Sunghoon had managed to play yet another girl, keeping her a little too close and then disposing of her like she meant nothing. Of course, people were going to talk about it, especially since he decided to do it in the cruelest way possible; by telling you that you were nothing but a bet in front of a whole party filled with people to see.

To be fair, it hadn’t been Sunghoon telling you; it was Jake. But if that was supposed to make things better, you weren’t sure. Maybe it only made things a thousand times worse, considering the fact that you didn’t even get to hear it from Sunghoon himself; but at his point, you couldn’t even bring yourself to care.

You were drained. You were drained both mentally and psychically, spending the entire weekend laying in your bed; your heart aching as tears poured out of your eyes. You had left the party without notifying Yeojin, knowing that if you stayed there for as much as another minute, you’d throw up. You had to cover your mouth as you stumbled home, afraid you’d actually puke if you let go; the shock of knowing everything was a lie made you feel sick to your stomach. 

Maybe you should’ve reached out to Yeojin, maybe you should’ve called her when you got home and explained the situation before she go to hear it from someone else, but you simply couldn't. You just couldn’t bring yourself to pick up your phone, not to mention even unlocking it; afraid you’d see Park Sunghoons name light up your screen. So instead, you turned it off completely, tossing it on top of your bed before running to the bathroom; tears spilling down your cheeks as you tried your best to calm yourself down.

That’s how you spent the whole weekend. Your phone turned off, refusing to accept reality - refusing to accept the fact that it had all been nothing but a lie. If you had been a shitty friend for hiding everything from Yeojin and lying straight to her face whenever she asked, you didn’t even want to know what she thought of you now that she most likely found out about how you and Sunghoon had been hooking up through someone else. Not only had you lied to her for weeks on end, but you were also making yourself unreachable by leaving your phone turned off; making you the worst friend possible.

Your thoughts were all over the place. You felt cheated by Sunghoon, wanting to smack yourself for believing in his sweet acts for even a second. But somewhere along the lines, you became aware of the fact that it wasn’t just Sunghoons doing. No, Jake had known about the bet all along yet he never once tried telling you about it. You weren’t sure which one hurt you the most, Sunghoon making you believe he actually felt something towards you or Jake not telling you about the bet in the first place. Even though Sunghoon might’ve been the one who hurt you the most, you couldn’t help but feel betrayed by Jake. 

But at the end of the day, Jake didn’t owe you a single thing; no matter how nice he'd been to you. He wasn’t your friend nor he didn’t care about you, and neither did Sunghoon.

As Monday came around and you had to face reality, you just accepted the fact that you would eventually have to face Yeojin and the horrible truth. The horrible truth being that there was no way you’d be able to avoid Sunghoon, you knew you had to face him sooner or later. No matter how badly you wished you never had to see him and his stupid face ever again, and after many nights spent in tears and even considering switching schools just so you’d never have to see him again; you realized it was inevitable.

Sunghoon had barged into your life, and he was now refusing to leave.

And even though you accepted the fact that going to school was something you had to do, no matter how badly you wanted to stay in your bed and never see the light of day again; it didn’t make it any easier. As you approached the entrance, you had to take a deep breath before walking through the doors; mentally preparing yourself.

But you knew from the second you stepped through the doors and everyone's eyes immediately landed on you that you had overestimated your ability to mentally prepare yourself. It felt like the whole world was suffocating you as you made your way down the hallway, desperately trying to hide your face as the people around you seemed to have their attention set on you, and you only.

Fuck you Park Sunghoon.

It wasn’t a coincidence that you picked the exact same bench that you and Sunghoon had shared your first official hang-out. No, you had picked that one particular bench to sit down at - even though there were at least ten other benches nearby. You tried telling yourself you only picked that one bench because the trees placed around it shielded you from the cold winds better than any other bench, but you knew that was a lie.

The trees had nothing to do with that particular bench being the one you picked out to sit down and sort your thoughts out, and you knew that. You knew that you had picked that one bench purely because it reminded you of Sunghoon, no matter how badly you tried telling yourself otherwise. At the end of the day, Sunghoon was the only thing you could think about even though you despised him.

Or at least that’s what you liked to think. Because you didn’t despise him, no matter how much you tried you simply just couldn’t. No matter how many tears you had shed over him over the past four days, no matter how many times you screamed into your pillow in a desperate attempt to ease the pain; you simply just couldn’t hate him.

A part of you even found it funny, funny how easy it had been for him to have you wrapped around his fingers. How easy it had been for you to fall into his bed of lies, not even thinking twice before letting him completely submerge you in his world of lies; how easily he made you believe he actually cared about you.

It had all been too easy for him, and you were the only one to blame. You were the one who stupidly fell for his charming smile and his sweet nothings after all.

‘’Y/N?’’ The sudden mention of your name caused you to snap out of your thoughts, a slight sting causing you to realize you had unconsciously been picking a little too hard on the skin surrounding your nails. Your eyes darted towards the person who had just called out your name, your eyes being met by a pair of dark brown ones. 

Jake’s eyes were filled with both worry and regret as he stared at you, both his hands placed in the front pockets of his jeans; nervously nibbling on his bottom lip. Your eyes slightly widened at the sight of him, not a single word leaving your lips as you stared right back at him. 

You just stared at him for a moment before returning your gaze back to your shoes, dangling your feet across the gravel as you felt him sit down next to you. Silence fell over the two of you, spotting him nervously playing with the rings on his fingers in the corner of your eyes; your silence making it obvious that his presence wasn’t exactly appreciated.  ‘’You deserve an apology.’’ He let out after a while, his eyes now focusing on your side profile; hoping you’d look his way.

Your gaze, however, stayed glued to your shoes. You remained silent, your shoes slightly scraping against the gravel as they dangled back and forth. Jake quickly realized you weren’t going to reply, letting out a small sigh as his gaze left your side profile only to meet his own shoes.

‘’I was an asshole for doing it like that,’’ He mumbled, his hand still toying with the rings placed on his fingers. ‘’I was an asshole for even telling you in the first place.’’ He continued, causing you to shake your head. ‘’I’m glad you told me.’’ You mumbled in response. Now, it was Jake’s turn to shake his head.

‘’It wasn’t my place to tell you though.’’ He admitted, his eyes darting over to look at you once again. ‘’But at least you told me, unlike some other people.’’ 

Your reply made Jake frown, his heart sinking as he noticed the sullen look on your face. He remained quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to properly apologize to you; how to make you realize he was actually sorry. ‘’I’m sorry Y/N, I really am,’’ He let out, his eyes still glued on you. You looked up at him, flashing him a small smile. ‘’It’s okay Jake, you have nothing to apologize for. At least you were being honest with me and I appreciate that.’’

Jake stared at you, his eyes focusing on the small smile that you had attempted to flash him. But it wasn’t a smile and Jake knew that, he could tell by the way the corners of your lips slightly turned downwards that you were just trying to reassure him that you were okay; even though you weren’t. You were far from okay. 

‘’But it’s not okay,’’ He mumbled as his eyes met yours once again. ‘’What I did was far from okay. I would blame it on the fact that I was incredibly pissed and the alcohol in my system, but that doesn’t make what I did okay whatsoever,’’ He continued, not taking his eyes off you as he spoke. ‘’I was an asshole Y/N, and I’m truly sorry for the pain I’ve caused you.’’

His words left you speechless. Your lips slightly parted as you stared at him, his eyebrows slightly furrowed together as he scanned your face; trying to figure out what you were feeling. But the stern look on your face didn’t make it any easier for him to try to make out what feelings you were feeling, all he could do was hope that you believed him when he said he was sorry. ‘’I forgive you, Jake.’’ You replied after a moment, a small smile forming on your lips once again. This time, Jake could tell the smile on your lips was genuine - causing a small smile to form on his lips as well. ‘’Thank you.’’ He mumbled in response, watching as your gaze returned to the gravel underneath the two of you.

Silence fell over the two of you once again, but this time the silence was much more comfortable and not as tense as before. ‘’Y/N?’’ He let out, causing you to look up at him with your eyebrows slightly raised. You hummed in response, watching as he nibbled on his bottom lip. ‘’I think you should hear Sunghoon out.’’

The mention of Sunghoon made your heart drop. You stared at the boy beside you for a moment before looking down at the ground ocne again, avoiding eye contact as you shook your head. ‘’I don’t think there’s anything left for him to say.’’ You mumbled in response, the thought of even seeing him making your heart burst at the seams. 

‘’I think he really cares for you, Y/N.’’ Jake’s words almost made you laugh, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you kicked a stone away using the top part of your shoes. ‘’I don’t think you do what he did to people you care about though.’’ You dryly replied, feeling Jake’s eyes burning into the side of your face.

‘’I can’t force you into anything,’’ Jake continued, suddenly feeling a warmth cover one of your hands. The sensation caused you to furrow your eyebrows as you looked up from the ground, your eyes landing on the hand you had placed on the empty spot beside you on the bench; Jake now covering it with his own. ‘’But I truly believe you should hear him out.’’ Jake breathed, your eyes meeting his. You just stared at him, feeling his thumb stroke the back of your hand; a small smile on his lips as he looked at you with sympathetic eyes.

‘’Have you spoken to him?’’ You were quick to change the subject, not knowing how to react to his hand covering your own; the smile on his lips slowly fading. A small sigh left his lips as he looked down at the ground. ‘’No, he’s been refusing to pick up my calls. He hasn't even been showing up at school.’’ He replied, feeling his hand slowly slip away from yours. This time, however, it was your turn to grab his hand.

Your action took him by surprise, his eyes landing on you once again. His eyes darted between your intertwined hands and your face, a small forming on your lips. ‘’I think it’s more important that you two make up.’’ You let out, his lips slightly parting like he was about to say something; but he remained silent for a moment. A small sigh left his lips once again as he nodded his head in response, swallowing before parting his lips to speak. ‘’I guess you’re right.’’ He mumbled, leaning back against the bench - your hands still intertwined. 

You let out a chuckle as you mimicked his actions, resting your back against the bench as you looked up at the trees above you. ‘’I’m always right.’’

A chuckle left his lips at your statement before another comfortable silence fell over the two of you. You weren’t complaining, it was the closest thing you had felt to inner peace since you first got to know about the whole bet situation. With Jake’s hand intertwined in yours and the spring breeze hitting your face, your heart felt lighter than it had done an hour earlier; all thanks to Jake. It felt oddly comforting, holding his hand, even though you knew you were just holding it as a friend. 

Maybe because that’s exactly what you needed at that moment, a friend; someone who understood what you were going through. 

But no matter how comforting it was to hold his hand, one name and one name only clouded your mind; the inner peace being shortlived as you couldn’t help but wish it was Sunghoons hand you were holding, no matter how badly you wanted to hate him.

The words reached Sunghoon about three days later, three days too late.

 After countless days of trying to call you, restless nights spent staring at his phone; waiting for you to reach out, the words of you being spotted holding hands with Jake reached him. At this point he didn’t even care if you told him how much you despised him, all he wanted was to hear from you. It didn’t matter what you had to say, he was just desperate for any type of interaction at this point.

But hearing about you and Jake was something he hadn’t anticipated, nor was it something he wished to hear.

As he read the text from Jay, telling him that he should really make up with Jake as it seemed like you and Jake already made up; confusion washed over him. It wasn’t until Jay let him know that the two of you were seen holding hands earlier that week that Sunghoon put the pieces together.

With shaky hands, he pressed on Jay’s contact information before bringing the phone to his ear; nibbling on his lip. ‘’Bro, I’ve been calling you for days,’’ Jay’s voice indicated that he was clearly annoyed with his friend. Sunghoon wasn’t stupid, nor was he blind; of course he had seen the multiple missed calls from his best friend. ‘’What the fuck was that text supposed to mean?’’

The other line went quiet for a second before a small sigh left Jay’s lips. ‘’What’s up with you?’’ Jay asked, a hint of concern lingering in his voice. But Sunghoon didn’t want that, fuck, he couldn’t care less about his own feelings right now. Sunghoon rubbed his temple in annoyance as he shut his eyes. ‘’Just tell me what you meant by Jake and Y/N holding hands.’’

Another sigh was heard from the other line. ‘’What else do you want me to tell you? It seems like they’ve made up, they were literally seen holding hands earlier this week,’’ The words made Sunghoon squeeze his eyes shut, feeling tears well up behind his eyelids once again; the tears he was so sick of by now. ‘’Earlier this week?’’ Sunghoon mumbled, not even sure if his friend could hear him.

‘’Look, I get that Jake was a complete asshole for doing what he did but why do you care? You’re being petty.’’ Jay muttered, causing Sunghoon to clench his jaw. ‘’It’s not about Jake,’’ Sunghoon muttered through his teeth, causing Jay to let out a chuckle. ‘’Then what is it about? Don’t tell me it’s about her, why does she matter t-’’

Sunghoon quickly ended the call, throwing his phone on the floor as he placed both hands over his face. He desperately tried holding his tears back at this point, refusing to let a single one drop onto his cheeks as he let out a curse.

He felt betrayed. Not only by Jake, but by you as well. He felt hurt, almost feeling like you were punishing him. How could you forgive Jake, but not even utter a word to Sunghoon? Sunghoon was well aware of the fact that he was the problem, that he was the one who had originally hurt you and Jake probably did him a favor at the end of the day for telling you.

But how could you forgive Jake, when Sunghoon was practically down on his knees begging for forgiveness? A part of him understood, because who wouldn’t? Jake was there, he had been waiting, almost prying on you for a month now; waiting to clean up the mess Sunghoon caused. 

His world came crashing down once again, and with his heart feeling like it was about to tear at the seams; he did the only thing he could’ve possibly done, the thing he was best at.

Your house felt awfully quiet. The TV was silently playing in the background as you sat on your couch, watching the tree tops sway from the wind outside, you had lost interest in the TV show you were watching a long time ago and you now found yourself lost in your own thoughts.

That was until a loud banging interrupted your wandering mind. The banging took you by surprise, slightly jumping as your head snapped towards the hallway. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you realized it was someone banging on the door, slowly getting up as you made your way towards the door. You weren’t expecting anyone and your parents wouldn’t be home for at least another day, your mind racing as you tried figuring out who was suddenly banging loudly on your door.

The second you unlocked the door and it crept open, your heart stopped beating. You wanted to slam the door shut, you wanted to scream in his face for coming to your house the second you spotted his familiar dark brown eyes; yet you couldn’t bring yourself to move an inch. You felt panic slowly creeping up on you as your eyes met, noticing his furrowed brows and his tired eyes, your whole body froze on the spot.

‘’What the fuck, Y/N?’’

Was the only thing Sunghoon let out as soon as the door opened. Mainly because he couldn’t bring himself to say anything else, his heart dropping at the sight of you; but also because it was the only thing he wanted to say.

But also because he was too drunk to even think straight. Not only did you notice the anger and hurt lingering in his eyes, but you also noticed that the boy standing at your front door at 1 am on a Friday night was in fact, not sober. If it wasn’t the way he had to grab onto the wall to stand upright, it was the way his eyelids were heavy and his cheeks rosy red that gave it away the second you opened the door.

Your lips parted as you tried speaking; failing to do so. ‘’Sunghoon?’’ You managed to get out, your voice shaking as you tried taking in the fact that the boy you had been avoiding for days on end was now standing right in front of you.

‘’Why?’’ Sunghoon completely ignored you and your obvious confusion. ‘’Why?’’ He repeated himself, his eyes still glued to you. He was getting impatient at this point, he was getting impatient with you; growing even more frustrated as you only stood there without answering any of his questions. 

You, on the other side, had no idea what he was referring to. ‘’Why are you here?’’ You let out, scanning the boy in front of you. A dry chuckle left Sunghoons lips as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration. ‘’Are you fucking serious?’’ He hissed, squinting his eyes as he looked at you.

‘’You’ve been ignoring me for days, and you’re surprised I’m here?’’ He continued, the tone of his voice indicating that he was only growing even more impatient. You stared at him for a moment, surprised at the tone of his voice; raising your eyebrows. ‘’You’re drunk,’’ You muttered before closing the door, trying not to break down right there and then. 

The last thing you needed right now was Sunghoon showing up at your door unannounced and drunk, just to get angry with you.

Sunghoon, however, was not planning on leaving. He was quick to grab the door handle, stopping you from closing it; fully opening it back up again. ‘’What the fuck?’’ You exclaimed, now getting defensive as he refused to leave. ‘’No, you don’t get to do that,’’ He let out, stepping inside. You stared at him as he invited himself into your house, the shock and fear of facing him being replaced by anger. 

The anger slowly faded as you watched him slightly stumble on his own feet, and if he hadn’t grabbed the wall right beside him, he most likely would’ve fallen onto the floor. Acting on pure instinct, you quickly went to grab his arm to prevent him from falling; retracting it just as quickly when you realized what you were doing. Your arm fell down your side once again, your eyes meeting his.

He ran his fingers through his messy hair, a sigh escaping his lips as he continued to grab onto the wall in an attempt to stabilize himself. ‘’Can I please sit down for a moment?’’ He mumbled, the anger that had previously lingered in his voice nowhere to be found as he spoke. You stared at him for a moment, considering your options.

There was no way he’d be able to get himself home like that. You weren’t a horrible person and you would never let someone walk home in the middle of the night on their own, especially when they can barely stand up straight. Not even Park Sunghoon.

‘’Go sit on the couch and I’ll call Jake so he can come to pick you up.’’

After pressing the call button for what felt like the hundredth time, a sigh escaped your lips as you impatiently tapped your foot against the wooden floor.

You could see Sunghoon sitting on the couch from where you were standing, leaning against the kitchen countertop as you nervously picked at your nails; his forearms resting on top of his thighs, his head hanging with his gaze glued to the floor. You had been trying to reach Jake for almost five minutes at this point, each and every call going straight to voice message. 

As you once again reached Jake’s voice message, you realized he wasn’t going to pick up. You would have to deal with Sunghoon yourself.

“Sunghoon.” He immediately sat up straight as he heard your voice call out to him, his eyelids not looking as heavy anymore. ‘’Jake’s not picking up his phone, do you have anyone else that could come pick you up?’’ Sunghoon hated the way you spoke to him, like he was a child. He didn’t need anyone picking him up. What he needed was to stay right where he was, with you. He needed to stay with you before he lost his mind. ‘’No, Jay’s visiting his family so he’s not home,’’ He dryly mumbled, his eyes meeting the floor below him once again.

Another sigh left your lips, closing your eyes as you tried to figure out a way to get the boy to leave your house.

‘’Why did you come here, Sunghoon?’’ You let out after a moment of silence, your eyes fluttering open; landing on the boy sitting across the room.

Yet another short silence fell upon the two of you. He just stared at you, his lips slightly parting. ‘’Because I needed to see you.’’ Was all he let out, his eyes still glued to you. You slightly furrowed your eyebrows, both in annoyance and confusion, shaking your head. ‘’No, you could’ve gone to anyone else. Why would you come here?’’

“Because you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

“Don’t say shit you don’t mean.” 

Never had you ever talked to him in that tone before, it was a tone he never thought he’d hear lingering in your voice. The warmth and comfort he usually found in your voice was long gone as the words spilled past your lips, your words almost taking him by surprise - no, they did take him by surprise.

Maybe your coldness was something he had coming, after all; but the way you had allowed him to sober up on your couch had somewhat convinced him that maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t fucked up as badly as he had originally thought.

“But I do mean it,”

Even in his drunken state, he could tell by the way your eyes remained on the floor that his words only made things worse. But how could he refrain from letting his thoughts pour out, when he was only telling you the truth?

He failed to understand that right now, however, was not the right moment for him to speak his truth.

“We both know you’re an incredible liar.” Your words were sharp and it was definitely not the right moment for Sunghoon to laugh, but he couldn’t help it as a chuckle left his lips. Nothing about the situation was particularly funny, him showing up your house drunk and you clearly being uncomfortable with him being around, yet something about it felt so ironic to Sunghoon.

‘’What did you expect me to do? I’ve been trying to reach you for days,’’ He exclaimed, causing you to stop in your tracks.

You stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what was actually going through his head. ‘’Because I don’t want to see you, Sunghoon, so why on earth would you even consider showing up like this?’’ You hissed at him, anger building up inside of you as you tried to make him realize he had practically disrespected your privacy in the worst way possible. ‘’But you wanna see Jake, hm?’’

The mention of Jake took you aback. Your eyes widened as you stared at him, his jaw clenched as he stared back at you. His eyes looked darker than usual, and you only now noticed the obvious bags under his eyes; something you had failed to notice before. Taking a better look at him, you realized he looked awful. ‘’What?’’ You let out, still not taking your eyes off him. Another chuckle left his lips, 

‘’Don’t act stupid, you were holding his hand for everyone to see.’’ He hissed at you, his eyebrows furrowed together. You stared at him for a moment before a chuckle left your own lips, taking both you and Sunghoon by surprise. ‘’Is that what this is about?’’ You hissed back, not believing the words leaving his lips. This time, it was Sunghoons turn to be left stunned, not expecting you to snap back at him like that. 

‘’You have no fucking right to show up like this,’’ You let out, pointing your finger at him. ‘’and be upset about something that doesn’t concern you in the first place.’’ You continued, your finger meeting the fabric covering his chest. ‘’Get a fucking grip.’’ You hissed, fighting the urge to slap him across the face.

‘’Fuck you Y/N,’’ Sunghoon breathed, shaking his head as he spoke; standing up from the couch. You shook your head, your eyes widening. ‘’No, Sunghoon, fuck you,’’ You let out, keeping your eyes on him. ‘’Fuck you and fuck your entitled ass, you broke my heart, why can’t you just be satisfied with that?’’ You continued, your finger still pointed at him. ‘’Was that not enough? Did playing me like that not satisfy you and your sick fucking mind? You just had to come here and act all fucking mighty?’’

At this point, you could no longer control your thoughts nor could you control your emotions. You were so busy practically yelling at him that you failed to notice the tears now making their way down your cheeks. ‘’You’re fucking miserable Sunghoon, does this feed your ego? Did breaking my heart feed your fucking ego?’’ At this point, you were rambling. You no longer had any idea what you were actually saying, you just let all the emotions you had felt the last couple of days pour out of you. 

‘’Y/N,’’ Sunghoon mumbled after what felt like an eternity. ‘’No, have you not done enough?’’

‘’Y/N, you’re crying.’’

His words interrupted you, your lips parted as you stared at him. You slowly brought one of your hands to your face, your fingertips grazing over the skin; realizing that you were in fact crying. Your gaze met the floor, your fingers desperately trying to wipe away the tears spilling down your cheeks; not wanting him to see you cry. 

The two of you stood there in silence for a moment, an eerie silence creeping up on the two of you as you still trying to wipe away the tears that were still spilling down your cheeks as he watched you.

He wanted to grab you, pull you into his chest, and just let you cry. He wanted to apologize, he wanted to kiss your forehead and tell you over and over how sorry he was; that breaking your heart didn’t feed his ego, that he never meant for it to be this way. But by the way you had just lashed out at him, he knew he had no right to show up at your house in the first place nor was it his place to comfort you.

‘’Why would you just show up like this?’’ You mumbled after a while, your gaze still fixated on the wooden floor underneath you. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ Sunghoon mumbled, his eyes still glued on your figure; fighting the urge to comfort you. But as you covered your face using both your hands, he could no longer fight the urge to pull you into his chest.

To his surprise, you didn’t fight back. You just let him wrap his arms around your figure, pulling you close to him; suppressed sobs leaving your lips. Sunghoon had to close his own eyes in order to fight back his own tears as he heard the broken sounds coming from you, resting his head on top of yours as he gently stroked your hair in a desperate attempt to calm you down.

You lashing out at him sobered him up and he now felt beyond stupid for even thinking about showing up at your doorstep in the middle of the night. He knew that would be something he would have to think about later, as of right now the only thing he could possibly think about was you and the tears dripping onto his shirt.

This was the first time Sunghoon had ever comforted someone like this. If it had been anyone else sobbing into his chest, he most likely would’ve pushed them off; probably yelling at them not to do that. It was something he felt extremely uncomfortable doing, even the sight of someone else crying was enough for him to feel uncomfortable.

But you? You were a completely different story. Maybe because he was the cause of your pain and the reason behind the tears leaving your eyes, but also because you were someone he loved. You were someone he had fallen in love with, a feeling he didn’t even know he could experience. Yet you had somehow managed to get him to fall for you and damn, was it a bittersweet feeling. At least when you were sobbing into his shirt at 1 am on a Friday night, all thanks to him.

It took a while for your sobs to die down and for your breathing to go back to normal, Sunghoon slowly feeling you relax in his arms. He continued stroking your hair, while stroking your back with his other hand; doing everything he possibly could to calm you down. After a while, you felt his hand leave your hair, only to grab your cheek; causing you to look up at him.

You could see the concern on his face, his eyebrows furrowed together and his bottom lip placed in between his teeth as he scanned your face. He gently stroked your cheek using his thumb, wiping away the remaining tears that had dampened your skin. To him, you looked ethereal. Even with your cheeks red from crying, your eyelash stuck together from all the tears, you were still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Deep down he knew that he shouldn't, and so did you. But as his eyes darted between your eyes and lips, he could no longer hold it back. Leaning down, his lips met yours; his hand still caressing your cheek.

Just like one of the first times the two of you had hung out, he expected you to push him away and yell at him for kissing you; but you never did. Instead, you placed one of your hands on top of the hand placed on your cheek, pulling yourself even closer to him. His other hand sneaked around your waist, your soft lips moving against his own rough ones. As a small whimper left your lips, Sunghoon felt like bursting into tears; taking a steadier grip of your face as he roughly kissed you.

The two of you stumbled backward, lips still pressed together in a messy kiss; falling onto the couch behind you. Your back met the couch, Sunhoon hovering above you; pulling away from the heated kiss. You looked at him for a moment, your hands finding their way toward the back of his neck, your eyes darting between his eyes and lips.

You quickly slammed your lips against his once again, letting him get in between your legs so you could wrap them around his figure to bring him even closer. He placed one of his hands above your head to hold himself up while the other hand found its way to your waist, his nails digging into your skin as his tongue slipped into your mouth. A muffled moan left your lips as you felt him lightly grind his lower half against your core, grabbing onto his hair.

‘’I mean it when I say you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever fucking met Y/N,’’ He hissed as he pulled away from the kiss, grabbing your jaw before tilting your head to the side; your whole neck on display for him. ‘’The fucking prettiest.’’ He mumbled as his lips met the sensitive skin right under your ear, causing a small whimper to leave your lips as he continued to leave wet kisses down your neck.

‘’Sunghoon,’’ You whined, your eyes fluttering close from the pleasure of his lips sucking on your skin; the skin breaking upon his harsh sucking. ‘’I’m so sorry,’’ He mumbled against your skin, his lips traveling down to your collarbones, moving your shirt so no skin was left untouched by his lips. ‘’I promise you I’ll never make you cry like that again, fuck, I promise,’’ He murmured as his hand slipped under your shirt, slighly pulling it up so he could get a better view of your body before letting your head hit the couch once again; his lips attacking your sensitive skin.

At this point, you could no longer hold back the broken whimpers spilling from your lips as his tongue swiped across your skin. You were getting desperate for any type of friction, desperately grinding your core against his crotch, causing him to groan against your neck. You grabbed onto his hair once again, forcing him to look up at you before smashing your lips against his once again.

The kiss was just as rough as the previous one, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth; tugging at his hair as your tongue happily greeted his. ‘’I hate you,’’ You mumbled between kisses, causing yet another groan to leave his lips. ‘’I know baby, I know,’’ He mumbled as he pulled away, a string of saliva connected between the two of you. You were about to whine in protest as you suddenly felt one of his hand slip below the waistband of the sweatpants you were wearing; causing a gasp to leave your lips. ‘’So please let me make it up to you, okay?’’

He didn’t even give you time to respond before you felt his big hand cupping your core. He let out a hiss, pressing a kiss just below your ear as he ran two of his fingers up and down your slit. ‘’My good girl,’’ He whispered into your ear as he tapped your clit, another broken whimper leaving your mouth. ‘’Sunghoon, please,’’ You mumbled, arching your back of the couch, desperate for any touch at this point.

‘’Don’t worry, I’m not planning on teasing you tonight.’’ He mumbled back, his fingers slowly starting to draw circled over your now aching clit. A moan left your lips as his fingers began moving, grabbing onto his back as your eyes fluttered close once more. ‘’So wet for me baby,’’ He groaned into your ear, licking the sensitive skin as he spoke. ‘’More, please give me more,’’ You whimpered, feeling his lips latch onto your skin. ‘’Anything for you.’’

As he slipped a finger into you, another hiss left his lips. ‘’So, so wet,’’ He murmured as he slipped in yet another finger without any problem, slowly pumping them in and out of you. As his digits entered you, you let out another moan; pushing your lower body down, allowing him to go even deeper. ‘’I don’t think I even have to prep you, hm?’’ He murmured into your ear. You quickly shook your head, not feeling satisfied with just his fingers. 

He slowly retracted his fingers, running his fingers up and down your slit once more; coating it in your own arousal. He looked up at you, placing his forehead against yours before pressing his lips against yours once more. You quickly pulled your pants down, leaving you in just your underwear and the t-shirt you were wearing. His lips continued to move against your own as he fiddled with the belt of his pants, pulling both his pants and underwear down in one go.

His hard cock sprung up, hitting his abdomen as he kicked his pants off his legs. You broke the kiss, looking down at his cock, gently wrapping one of your hands around it. His tip was red and leaking pre-cum, a low groan leaving his lips as you began pumping his cock. You looked back up at him, your eyes meeting; him smashing his lips against yours once more. ‘’I need you now, please,’’ You mumbled against his lips, to which he only nodded in response; too busy enjoying the feeling of your tongue greeting his own as your hand wrapped around his cock.

After a while of you desperately trying to jerk him off, doing a questionable job at doing so considering the position you were in; with him hovering above you and his lips attached to yours in a hungry kiss. ‘’Do you want me to go get a condom?’’ He mumbled as he pulled away, causing you to shake your head in response. ‘’I want to feel you, Sunghoon.’’

Your words made his cock twitch, not a single word leaving his lips as he stared at you. He nibbled on his bottom lip as he stared at you, the girl of his dreams, laying underneath him; begging to get fucked by him. With your eyelashes still stuck together and your cheeks still red from crying, with your neck all bruised and red from his harsh kisses and sucking; the t-shirt you wore had ridden up your stomach, exposing the skin of your stomach - you simply looked like an angel to him. 

‘’Fuck.’’ He grunted, bringing his face closer to yours, capturing your lips in a kiss once again. But this time the kiss was much softer and not as harsh as the previous ones, this kiss was much more loving and not as hungry. It was more passionate. Which was exactly what Sunghoon wanted, he wanted you to know just how passionate he was about you.

Using his free hand, he grabbed his cock; stroking it a few times before lining it up against your entrance, rubbing his irritated tip against your clothed core. He simply just pushed the underwear to the side, not even bothering to take it off. He needed to feel you around him now.

A hiss left his mouth as he pushed the tip in, your arousal making it easy for him to enter you without any problems. He slowly pushed his hips forwards, looking down; watching the way his member disappeared into you with ease. A moan left your mouth as he pushed it all the way in, the feeling of your slick walls greeting him.

He stayed still for a moment, getting used to the feeling of being inside of you before slowly pulling back out. He looked back up at you, running one of his hands through your hair; keeping it at the back of your head as he began slowly thrusting in and out of you. The moans that spilled from your lips sounded like music to his ears, a groan leaving his own lips as he buried his head in the crock of your neck.

‘’I’m so sorry,’’ He mumbled as he snapped his hips forwards, a whimper leaving your lips as the sound of skin on skin filled the room. ‘’Words can’t explain how sorry I am.’’ He continued, feeling your nails dig into the skin on his back. ‘’Then show me.’’ Your words caused him to prop himself up, stopping his movements; his eyes meeting yours.

‘’Show me how sorry you are.’’

As soon as the whimper left your lips, he snapped his hips forwards once again. This time, the thrust was not as gentle as the previous ones, but much more aggressive; causing your nails to dig even deeper into his skin. ‘’I’ll fuck you hard if that’s what you want,’’ He hissed, his tip brushing against your g-spot. You nodded in response, your lips parted open as he thrusted into you even harder. ‘’I’ll show you just how sorry I am.’’

With that being said, he began pounding into you; just like you wanted. You were now a moaning mess as the tip of his cock reached even deeper, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him as he continued pounding into you. ‘’I want you to look at me,’’ He let out through gritted teeth, his nails digging into your skin. You only managed to moan in response as his hand traveled down your neck, his veiny hand wrapping around your neck instead.

He kept his eyes on you, even though your eyes were practically shut by now; loud moans leaving your throat as he pounded into you. The sound of his balls hitting your wet skin filled the room, almost drowned out by your moans and whimpers.

Sunghoon, however, was too busy studying your face to even notice the loud sounds coming from you. The way your eyebrows were furrowed as you took his cock, the way your mouth fell open as he hit that spot; he couldn’t help but notice all of it. He couldn’t help but groan as you whimpered his name, only thrusting into you even harder just to hear his name leave your lips over and over again. 

‘’I’m so close,’’ You suddenly let out, his hand wrapped around your throat making it hard for you to speak, only causing him to grab your throat even harder. ‘’Yeah? Touch yourself for me baby,’’ He grunted, watching as your hand shakily made its way down your stomach before slowly rubbing your own clit. He watched as you desperately rubbed your clit, speeding up his thrusts; wanting to see the pleasure overtake you.

At this point, both his arms were burning from propping himself up for too long; but he simply couldn’t care less. As he felt his own high approaching, the burning in his arms went away, and the look on your face as your orgasm approached made it all worth it. ‘’Fuck, Sunghoon,’’ You stuttered as your orgasm washed over you, your back arching off the couch once again, squeezing your eyes shut.

Sunghoon cursed under his breath as he replaced your hand with his own, quickly rubbing your clit; letting you ride out your own orgasm. ‘’Good girl,’’ He murmured into your ear, his thrusts slowly becoming sloppy. ‘’That’s my good girl.’’ He grunted as he felt you relax underneath him, your eyes still closed from the intense orgasm. Sunghoon was sure he’d have marks covering his back in the morning, not that he minded.

‘’Where do you want me to cum baby?’’ He let out, feeling his own orgasm about to wash over him. ‘’Come inside of me, please,’’ You whimpered into his ear, causing a groan to leave his lips.

Your words were all he needed to reach his high. Your words tipped him over the edge, his cum coating your insides; his vision almost going black as he felt his abdomen twitch; curses spilling past his lips as he filled you up. ‘’Fuck,’’ He exclaimed, burying his head in between your neck and the couch as he thrusted into you one last time.

He kept his cock inside of you as he collapsed on top of you, retracting his hand from your neck; letting you breathe properly once again. A silence fell over the two of you, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence; the heavy breathing was the only thing being heard, your desperate pants filling the room.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, catching your breath; until a sigh was heard coming from you, causing Sunghoon to look up at you.

You took a deep breath before looking over at him, your eyes meeting. ‘’I want you to tell me everything.’’ You let out, maintaining eye contact. This time, it was Sunghoons turn to break the eye contact. He let out a sigh as he flipped over to his side, laying beside you. ‘’What do you mean by everything?’’ He mumbled, his eyes still focusing on you as he pulled the blanket you had laying on the couch over his lower body. ‘��The bet, why it happened, why you decided to do it, why me out of all people?’’

The last words of your sentence made Sunghoons heart drop. 

Why you? To Sunghoon it was obvious. To Sunghoon a month ago, it wasn’t obvious at all; you were just some random girl after all. You had just been some random girl who had the misfortune of walking into the school cafeteria at the wrong time, just some girl that had one purpose and one purpose only. To fall in love with Park Sunghoon.

But one month later, you were so much more than that. You were so much more than just some girl, and Sunghoon couldn’t be happier that it was you who had walked into the cafeteria at that moment. You were the first girl who had ever made Sugnhoons heart flutter, you were the first girl to ever even intrigue Sunghoon, and you were the first girl to make Sunghoon fall in love. 

Sunghoon inhaled through his nose before parting his lips to speak. ‘’It was stupid,’’ He chuckled. ‘’Jay and I made a bet, saying that I could make any girl fall in love with me within thirty days.’’ He continued, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. ‘’But why me? You had never even looked my way before all of this happened.’’ Your question made Sunghoon frown, his eyes darting toward the ceiling in an attempt to avoid your eye contact. 

‘’I had to make the next girl that walked into the room fall in love with me.’’

Sunghoon could hear you inhaling through your nose as he finished his sentence, your gaze meeting the ceiling above you as well. You stayed quiet, only nodding in response. Now that Sunghoon had said it out loud, it sounded way more childish than he had originally thought. ‘’It wasn’t supposed to go this far, you know.’’ Sunghoon muttered, causing a chuckle to leave your lips. ‘’Thank you for giving me some clarity at least.’’

Sunghoon looked over at you once again, slightly furrowing his eyebrows. ‘’I mean, at least I know what our whole relationship meant to you now.’’

At that moment, Sunghoon felt like someone had just ripped his heart out of his chest. As he watched you lie beside him, your eyes glued to the ceiling; a small smile on your lips as you tried covering up the fact that he had hurt you. Badly. He had hurt you badly. Sunghoon shook his head, immediately grabbing one of your hands and placing them in his. ‘’No,’’ He let out, causing you to look up at him as he sat up straight.

‘’That’s the thing Y/N,’’ He mumbled, placing your intertwined hands on his lap; his fingers playing with yours. ‘’I fell in love with you.’’

Another silence crept upon the room. You stared at him in disbelief as he kept his gaze glued on your intertwined hand, propping yourself up using your other hand so you could sit up properly. ‘’Sunghoon,’’ You began talking, but he quickly cut you off. ‘’I know, I know,’’ He let out, looking over at you. ‘’I know you can’t trust me. But please, I’m begging you,’’ he continued, grabbing onto your hand even harder. ‘’I’ll do anything to show you how sincere I am, no matter how long it takes. Anything.’’ 

Without you even noticing it, a tear drop hit your cheek. You weren’t sure if you were crying because you were happy or frustrated, frustrated because he might be playing you. Again. 

You knew Park Sunghoon by now. You knew how he was. You knew how he liked to spend his weekends, you knew how cruel he could be - God, you out of all people knew just how cruel he could actually be. Yet you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit of hope as the words left his lips, no matter how much you tried to tell yourself he wasn’t being sincere. You were only a bet, nothing more and nothing less. So why did his words make you feel so relieved?

‘’Okay.’’

‘’Okay?’’

You slowly nodded in response, Sunghoon looked over at you; his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. He had no idea what to make out of your response, trying to read your facial expression. ‘’I don’t know how long it will take for me to ever trust you again Sunghoon, if I even can trust you again,’’ Your words made his heart drop, but what did he expect?

He already knew that there was a possibility that you’d never trust him again. Or even worse, that you want him out of your life forever. The thought of it made Sunghoon feel sick, the heavy feeling he was getting used to at this point spreading across his chest the more he thought about it.

‘’But I’m willing to give it a try.’’

It was almost like the world stopped spinning, Sunghoon felt his heart stop beating for a second as the words left your lips. He stared at you, his lips parting like he was about to say something. But nothing came out, no matter how badly he wanted to tell you how happy he was; he simply couldn’t. A sigh escaped your lips, your gaze landing on your intertwined hand. ‘’No matter how much I hate you and how much you hurt me,’’

‘’I still fell in love with you at the end of the day.’’

That was all Sunghoon needed to hear. Just like that, the heavy feeling that had spread across his chest slowly vanished; replaced by a feeling he was getting somewhat familiar with by now, thanks to you. He quickly smashed his lips against yours, cupping your cheek using one of his hands. He felt like he could cry as he felt you smile into the kiss, placing your hand on top of his. ‘’I swear to you,’’ He let out as he placed his forehead against your own, looking into your eyes. ‘’I’ll make it up to you, one way or another, I promise I’ll make it up to you,’’ He whispered, gently stroking your cheek using his thumb. A small smile spread across your lips, the smile Sunghoon had missed so much; a genuine smile. The smile that made him fall in love with you.

If you could go back in time and change anything you’d like, it would probably be crossing paths with Park Sunghoon. But at the end of the day you can’t go back in time, and with his fingers laced together with yours; you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, crossing paths with Park Sunghoon wasn’t so bad after all.

[dandelionsresilience]

Good News - July 1-7

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1. Footage reveals 'miracle eagle chick' in flight

“In an unprecedented display of extended eagle parenting, the two white-tailed parents skipped this year's breeding season to continue to tend to their year-old offspring. The youngster's wing was broken when the nest fell to the ground during unseasonably wild weather last year. […] The fully-grown chick was being fed fish by its parents, caring behaviour that the eagle expert described as “unprecedented” for the birds. […] “If an immature bird was to reappear near its nesting parents or any other pair the following year [after dispersing], it would likely be aggressively chased away. That’s why this is so exceptional.””

2. Rare wild horses back on Kazakhstan’s Golden Steppe after being saved from extinction

“For the first time in at least 200 years, wild Przewalski's horses have returned to Kazakhstan’s Golden Steppe. [...] Przewalski's horses are considered the last truly wild horse left on the planet as other species like the American Mustang are descended from domesticated animals. The species were once common across the vast steppes of Central Asia. [...] The zoo will also be sending some Przewalski’s to Mongolia in 2026 where a reintroduction programme has seen their population boom to well over 850 animals.”

3. For one Austin summer camp, public transit is part of the adventure

“[... “O]ver 90% of the kids will tell you that their favorite part of ATX Kids Club is riding the bus.” That’s the program’s goal: getting kids to have fun on public transit so they’ll grow up using it. The nonprofit’s summer camp, which takes kids ages 4 to 12 on field trip “adventures” around the city, uses Capital Metro buses as its main form of transportation. [...] Before camp, [the field trip leader] said, he believed in stereotypes about transit being dirty and “scary” — but his experience with Austin’s bus system has been the opposite so far.”

4. Brazil Prevents Meta from Using People to Power Its AI

“[…P]ersonal photos of Brazilian children are used to build powerful AI tools without their knowledge or consent. In turn, others use these tools to create malicious deepfakes, putting even more children at risk of harm. […] The Brazilian government’s decision is a powerful, proactive move to protect people’s data privacy in the face of swiftly evolving uses and misuses of AI. Yesterday’s action especially helps to protect children from worrying that their personal data, shared with friends and family on Meta’s platforms, might be used to harm them in ways that are impossible to anticipate or guard against.”

5. Ambitious Living Shoreline Project Combats Coastal Land Loss in South Carolina

“Living shorelines stabilize coastlines by reducing the impacts of waves and rising sea levels. They are made of materials that promote the growth of marsh grasses and commercially important species like oysters and crabs. […C]oastal sites could offset almost 80 percent of tidal habitat loss with careful conservation and management. […] Young people in this AmeriCorps program receive training, a living stipend, an education award, and connections to potential employers.”

6. Pahranagat National Wildlife Refuge announces proposal to modernize water infrastructure

“Under the refuge’s proposal, the Service would improve 4,400 feet of an earthen water delivery ditch, rehabilitate 1,200 feet of Upper Lake Dam, develop 100 feet of new diversion channel into critical nesting habit for federally endangered southwestern willow flycatcher, modernize current water monitoring stations and improve 640 feet of the Pahranagat Ditch Drain. […] The improvements will result in significant habitat improvements for multiple bird species, [… and] also enhance flood control holding capabilities of the Upper Lake for the Pahranagat Valley.”

7. New chemical process separates textile fibers for easier recycling

“A combined team of chemical and biomolecular engineers [... have] developed a way to chemically separate fibers in textiles, allowing them to be recycled more quickly and cheaply than conventional methods. [... T]hey found they could break apart the textiles in as little as 15 minutes. They also noted that the process [breaks down polyester and spandex into] organic compound[s] that could conceivably be used to create more polyester. [... T]he material integrity of both the nylon and the cotton were retained, suggesting they could be used to make new batches of clothes.”

8. Pongamia trees grow where citrus once flourished, offering renewable energy and plant-based protein

“[Some Floridian] farmers are turning to the pongamia tree, a climate-resilient tree with the potential to produce plant-based proteins and a sustainable biofuel. […] Pongamia trees also don't need fertilizer or pesticides. They flourish in drought or rainy conditions. And they don't require teams of workers to pick the beans. […] The legume is now being used to produce several products, including Panova table oil, Kona protein bars and protein flour. The legumes also produce oil that can be used as a biofuel, largely for aviation, which leaves a very low carbon footprint[….]”

9. Trans candidate celebrates receiving more votes than anti-trans campaigner Posie Parker

“An independent trans candidate says that she hopes receiving more total votes than anti-trans campaigner Posie Parker at the general election will show trans children that they are loved. […] Bristol Central was won by Green Party’s out bisexual co-leader Carla Denyer, while Parker received just 196 votes, equal to 0.5 per cent[….] Elsewhere, trans candidate Sophie Molly secured 225 votes standing as an independent at the other end of the country, in Aberdeen South[….]”

10. Ohio zoo celebrates birth of critically endangered western lowland gorilla

“The Columbus Zoo said the gorilla was born June 29 and first-time mother Sue is "very attentive and providing excellent care to her little one, who she nuzzles and cradles closely." […] “With tiny hands and beautiful big brown eyes that melt our hearts, this baby is absolutely precious—in regard to both the cuteness factor and what the baby represents for this species’ future. We are proud of the dedication of our care teams who diligently work to provide the gorillas with top quality care and wellbeing while continuing the legacy of the Columbus Zoo’s renowned gorilla program,” said Audra Meinelt, curator of the Columbus Zoo’s Congo Expedition region.”

June 22-28 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[lolahauri]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Nothing But Trouble

Ship: Jeff The Killer/Nina The Killer

Type: F/M, Smut, AU, One Shot. (MDNI)

Contains: Married Couple AU, Business Man! Jeff, Height Difference, Size Kink, Edging, Overstim, Multiple Orgasms, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Dirty Talk, Praise & Degrading, Breeding, Blowjob, Finger Fucking, Vaginal Sex, Dacryphilia.

Words: 4.1k

Requested?: Yes.

A/N: Part 2 Part 3

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“Ughhh…” Nina groaned out of boredom as she laid on the couch, listening to the clock tick away. It was becoming painfully repetitive. But she’d finished her housework and errands hours ago, there was nothing left to do but wait for her husband to return home. And even though she already knew he wouldn’t be in the mood for her clinginess today, that wouldn’t stop her from pouncing on him the second he stepped past the front door. 

She was feeling especially needy today as well. It’d been nearly 4 weeks since they’d last been intimate in any form. For some that’d be normal, but for Nina, it was torturous. She was used to them being able to have sex at least once a day, followed by a night of cuddling and kisses. That was until Jeff got promoted at the office 6 months ago. Since then, the affection and love-making had slowly dwindled in frequency, until it became nonexistent as of now. And any attempt on Nina’s part to initiate resulted in him pushing her away and saying he’s too stressed, and needs to focus on the companies current project.

Nina had a plan though. The sexual frustration had been building up far too long for her liking, and her own fingers were no longer providing her the relief she craved so bad. So tonight, she was going to do whatever it takes to get her husbands attention.

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bzz bzz. 

Nina immediately perked up at the sound of her alarm. It was 4:50, Jeff should be home in about 10 minutes. That gave her just enough time to get her first little surprise ready. 

She quickly jumped off the couch and jogged down the hallway to their shared room. She felt the heat already beginning to spread through her stomach, from both excitement, and the thought of her fantasies she was hoping to come true tonight. While walking through the room to her vanity, she had already begun taking her long, wavy hair out of the signature high pony she’d usually kept it in. The shiny black waves cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and perfectly framed her face. 

“Hehe…” she giggled to herself a bit while picking up her striped makeup bag, pulling out some items she knew Jeff loved. Cherry vanilla perfume, black eyeshadow for a smoky eye, and a lip tint that suspiciously resembled human blood. Quickly she began the smokey eye with her right hand, and swiped on some lip tint on with her left. Butterflies started swarming her lower stomach, there was only about five minutes left before Jeff was due to pull in the driveway, and her mind was quickly filling with sexually charged images while she finished her makeup and spritzed the perfume on. 

Her favorite little fantasy she’d been dwelling on all day was the thought of him bending her over his desk, completely dominating her from behind. Longing to feel his big, strong arms wrap around her petite frame, brutally fucking his throbbing cock in and out of her. Nina squeezed her thighs together tightly, hoping to find some sort of relief from the aching arousal spreading through her already wet pussy. It was really starting to get unbearable, but there’s no time to get herself off now. It’s already 5:00pm, Jeff would be home any sec- 

She heard a car door slam outside. He was right on time. 

“Aw, shit, shit shit!” Nina got up as fast as she could, discarding her hoodie as she ran down the hall, revealing a spaghetti-strap black sundress underneath. It was flowy and loose at the bottom, but hugged her curves and cupped her tits perfectly at the top. Sundress season was Jeff’s favorite season. So this combined with the perfume and sexy makeup should surely stop him in his tracks.

The arousal and anxiety were infecting every inch of her body now. Each of his heavy footsteps down the walkway and across the porch sent a shock through her nervous system. Finally the doorknob started turning. She made a last minute adjustment to her dress and stood in front of the door, nervous laughter threatening to spill as it creaked opened. 

Jeff opened the door and went to make the first step inside, his towering frame and cold aura were already dominating the energy of the room. Man, he looked sexy too. She never got tired of the way his dress shirt clung to every muscle on his arms and torso, making him look much more buff than he actually was. She also loved that his pants were just a bit too tight in the crotch, leaving a slight bulge visible. God, how she wanted him to take her right then and there. But she had take it slow for now.

“Hiii, honeyyy~!” Nina drew out the end of her words, greeting him in her usually cheery voice, while simultaneously tackling him into a tight hug. “How was work, babe? I missed you sooo much!” She giggled and looked up at him, praying he would notice her appearance change and have some sort of reaction to it.

“It was fine. I need to go finish this PowerPoint, let me know when dinners ready.” Jeff sighed, his voice monotonous and husky, clearly uninterested. He glanced down at her briefly, before slowly removing himself from her grip and walking away, not acknowledging her outfit or makeup in the slightest. She watched him walk to his office, which rested just a couple feet away at the front of the hallway. A disappointed look covered her face for a split second, but she quickly brushed the troubles away and stuck to her plan.

“Okay… next idea then.” Nina whispered to herself as she walked to the kitchen. Tonight she was making baked spaghetti and meatballs with garlic toast, just like his mom used to make. Surely that would soften him up a bit. 

The meal was easy enough to make, and pretty quick. Which gave her more time to daydream as it cooked in the oven. Her fantasies had now shifted to the thought of blowing him under the desk. She could see it so clearly. Him sitting there, working on his laptop, trying to not get distracted by his cock-drunk wife licking and sucking every inch of him. She imagined how she’d wrap her small hand around it, stroking up and down at a torturously slow pace just to tease him. She imagined cupping his full, taunt balls in her hand. Playing with them just the way he liked while she swirled her tongue around his tip, which was already leaking precum at the sight of her lewd actions. She imagined - 

Ding!

Nina was quickly snapped out of her daydream as she heard the ovens timer go off. She sighed and took the dish out, setting it on the stove as she went to make a second costume change. Tiptoeing past Jeff’s office door, she pondered on what she’d wear. Until it hit her, she knew just the sexy little outfit she needed to grab his attention.

She was standing in front of the closet now, stripped completely naked as she searched for the garments she needed. “Ha! Perfect!” She whisper-yelled out loud, the excitement sparking in her yet again as the tossed the clothes on the bed, making sure it’d look nice put together. Finally she started putting on the outfit, trying to stay quiet as possible as she giggled to herself. 

The nerves were building up again, her heart was pounding while she plated Jeff’s dinner. At first they were nerves of fear, fear of being rejected. But the more she thought about the situation, the nerves turned to electric shocks of excitement. It felt like they were playing a game almost, she’d never experienced this sort of chase before. Usually men, Jeff included, were immune to her seductive ways, eagerly giving in the second she wanted sex. She was actually kind of enjoying this though, she felt like a predator animal hunting it’s prey. 

She took the plate and began walking to his office, gently knocking on the door “Honeyyy, dinners ready!” drawing out her words again and shouting in her usual hyper manner. 

“Come in.” Jeff yelled back, still maintaining the annoyed tone he’d been sporting for months. Nina walked though the door confidently, setting his plate down next to his laptop. 

“I made your favorite, baby~” She spoke in a flirty voice while leaning over his desk, accentuating her ample cleavage. 

“Thanks, hone-” He looked up and was cut off immediately, not by her though, but by himself becoming distracted. He eyed her for a second, taking in the outfit. She wore a low cut, cropped tank top and black booty shorts. The shirt being just showy enough that he could spot the edges of her red lacy bra underneath, it pushed her tits up perfectly. As he looked lower he discovered something even more eye-catching, thong strings matching the color of her bra were pulled above the waistband of her low-rise shorts. 

His gaze continued to travel further south, soaking in the sight of her pale, plump thighs being beautifully put on display. He couldn’t deny the fact that he desperately wanted her right now. He wanted to take her in every position she asked. He wanted to hear her cry out his name between moans and whimpers. He wanted fill her to the brim with his cum, and watch it pour out of her sweet, sweet pussy. He wanted her in every way.

But there was no time for that. He cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus back on his work. “Uhm, thanks...” he said as plainly as he could, not wanting to encourage her teasing, he had a project to finish after all. But even if he tried to hide it, Nina knew exactly what he was thinking. And she’d already come this far, there’s no way she give up now. She demanded his attention and she was going to get it no matter what. 

“Sooo, Jeffy, how's your project goin’?” She kept her playful, oblivious act going and she walk around the desk, sitting on the edge. The positioning of her lower-half did not go unnoticed by Jeff. He watched from the corner of his eye, her shorts tightening around her hips and ass as she sat down, followed by her legs crossing over one and other, showing them off even more. Fuck, this was getting hard to ignore… 

But yet, he did. He ignored the way the crotch of his pants also seemed to get tighter. He ignored the primal urge to fuck her senseless and breed her. He ignored the growing sexual frustration. “Hun, I’m busy. This is a big project, and i’m on a strict time crunch.” His voice was stern. He was trying his best to not lose both his focus, and composure.

“I know, i just wanted to check in with you, that’s all.” Nina’s voice was becoming sickeningly sweet, she knew exactly what she was doing, and he knew that too. 

Jeff huffed in annoyance, “Fine. It’s going fine, i’m halfway finished. Now please leave, i need to focus.”

“Aw, c’mon Jeffy, can’t we spend just a little time together?” She moved a bit closer, teasingly running her foot up and down his leg. 

“No, get out.” His voiced was raised a bit this time, shoving her foot off of him.

Bingo. She knows she’s getting to him now, it’s finally time to drop the innocent act. “Pleasee~” she whined, “i know you want it too, baby.” 

“Nina, stop. Get. Out.” oh, he’s pissed.

“Mm-mm” She shook her head and continued testing his patience as far as she could, slowly spreading her legs open, serving as a clear invitation. 

“Listen to me, Nina -”

Her voice dropped lower, letting a more combative, dominating tone take over “Why don’t you make me listen, hm? Show me who’s boss, Jeff.” saying his name with a hiss, she let a bratty smile take over her face, maintaining eye contact with him.

“You know what, fuck it.” he thought to himself.

Jeff swiftly shoved her down to her knees as he stood up, his strong build completely towering over her now. His voice was low and husky “Open your mouth.” 

This is exactly what Nina wanted, but being a pain in the ass is just too fun, she wanted to really get him going. The more angry he is, the rougher the sex. “Nope.”

“Open your fucking mouth, Nina. I’m not telling you again.” He’d already unbuckled his belt, she watched intently as he pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free. 

“Holy shit” her jaw dropped, almost hypnotized by the sight. Suddenly aware of her own body now, she felt the aching pressure of arousal spread over her again. Her pussy was wet and throbbing, clenching around nothing. 

Without warning, Jeff shoved his cock through her parted lips, his tip hitting the back of her throat, which gagged her and forced her face to be pressed right against his pelvis. He let out a relieved groan, it’d been so long since he felt this. He gave Nina a moment to adjust before beginning to slide in and out, fucking her throat with a level of desperation he’d never felt before. One of his large hands was holding the back of her head, forcing her to take it all in. 

Picking up speed, he closed his eyes and let the pleasure fully take over him, fucking her mouth with perfect rhythm. He was hyperaware of every little sensation, melting into the feeling of her soft tongue sliding up and down his entire length, coating it in her saliva. 

Nina was trying hard not to gag. She started distracting herself by sliding a hand down the front of her shorts, teasing her clit through the thin fabric of her panties while Jeff’s cock was fully down her throat. She squeezed her thighs together, quickly becoming overwhelmed. Moving her panties to the side, she swiped two fingers over her aching clit and moaned immediately, sending a light vibration over his cock, pushing him closer to the edge, and causing a moan to come from his own mouth. 

It created a perfect cycle. Nina would continue toying with her pussy, moaning from both the heavenly pleasure, and her husbands noises. Leading Jeff to feel the vibrations against his shaft, and continue the pattern. 

She was quickly reaching her breaking point though, feeling an intense pressure build up in her stomach as her movements became shaky and irregular. “Mmph!” letting out a loud, gargled moan as she continued to choke on Jeff’s length, Nina felt the erupting pleasure of an orgasm spread through her, soaking her fingers in her own juices as she began to tremble from the overstimulation.

Jeff instantly took notice of this, looking down through half-lidded eyes, he shamelessly admired the pornographic sight being showcased just for him. He thrusted a few more times, watching closely as his cock slid with ease through his wife’s soft, plump lips. They’d only just begun, and she was already looking dazed and fucked-out, this’ll be fun. He let out a final sigh and removed himself completely, seeing a string of spit connect his tip to Nina’s mouth. She was nearly drooling at this point.

“Get up, you don’t think were done yet, do you?” His voice took a mocking tone and he reached down and lifted her off her knees and onto the desk, pushing everything to the side. “We’re just getting started sweetheart.”

Before Nina could even get a word in, he started stripping her, lower-half first, then her shirt and bra, leaving her completely vulnerable and on display for him. She shivered when she felt the cool air hit her soaking wet pussy. “Mm.. Jeff…” She whined, embarrassed about how long he was staring. 

“Don’t worry babe, i’ll give you what you want, kay? She nodded, giving him the go ahead to slip two fingers into her. Her breathe immediately hitched upon the sudden entry. He slowly began sliding the two digits in and out, watching her reactions the entire time. “How’s that feel, huh? This good enough for you, or do you want more?”

She looked up at him, wanting to tell him to speed up, but all that came out were pathetic whimpers and whines. “Use your words, doll.” his tone was dripping with sarcasm as he continued the painfully slow pace, occasionally swiping his thumb across her abused clit just to see her flinch and whine.

“Please- ah fuck,” her legs trembled at the sensation of his thumb again “please, go... go faster.” 

“Only because you asked nicely.” Nina wanted to argue back, but she quickly lost her train of thought when he began to pick up speed. His fingers were long, much longer than hers at least, filling and stretching her out in a way she couldn’t do for herself. Her head was almost spinning now, only get worse when Jeff curved his fingers upwards, finding that spongy spot on the top of her pussy and starting to abuse it relentlessly. Moans flowed past her lips like water, any attempt at speaking turned to gibberish as she became completely enveloped in pleasure, slowly being built towards her climax yet again.

“God, you’re such a little slut, i haven’t even put my cock in you and you’re already fucked out of your mind.” That was the last straw for her, hearing his words brought her to her second orgasm of the night, coating his fingers in clear fluid. Jeff didn’t stop though, he added a third digit to her tight hole, keeping pace while circling her clit. The overstimulation built up fast, sending electricity through her body as she squirmed and whimpered.

“Hah- holy fuck,” her body was shaking violently, she honestly didn’t want to stop, but it was getting overwhelming to a painful degree, “Mmm, Jeff! Ah- stop,  ‘s too much.”

He chuckled a bit and slowed down to a stop, watching as she attempted to calm down from the high and catch her breathe. After a few moments, she managed to regain awareness and ground herself back into her body. That didn’t last long though, for as soon as she opened her eyes, Nina was greeted by the sight of Jeff stroking his cock, looking right into her eyes as he did it.

Her eyes widened, glancing back and forth between his face and his manhood. She once again felt the painful throbbing on her clit, her body was exhausted, but her mind was racing with more dirty thoughts. How is it even possible for her to still be so horny? Nina’s thoughts were cut off by Jeff’s gruff voice. 

“Like what you see, doll?” continuing to stroke his cock slowly, throwing his head back a bit and groaning out loud. He was clearly enjoying himself. “Don’t be shy, tell me what you want.” He stated, now making eye contact again.

That only embarrassed her more, though. She looked away from his piercing gaze, a pink hue dusting her cheeks as she felt her face grow hot. He wasn’t going to let her shy away though, she was bold enough to interrupt him in the first place, she can be bold enough to tell him what she needs.

“Hey, look at me.” Jeff grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks harshly as he forcefully lifted her head. He moved a bit closer, grazing the tip of his cock against her core. Both of them let out a pleased exhale as he continued to slide his length between her folds, bumping against her clit after every forward motion. “Tell. Me. What. You. Want.” He demanded between thrusts. 

Nina could barely keep her eyes open though, let alone form a coherent sentence. Her moans turned into high-pitched little whimpers, she was so needy for him it was pitiful. The way he slid his long cock between her lips was euphoric, but she needed more. She needed to be filled and fucked. She needed to be stuffed with his cum to the point it ran down her legs.

“Mmfph.. Please, Jeff.” she was moaning and crying after every syllable, grabbing onto his strong forearms as a way to stabilize herself. “God, please please please just fuck me, i need it so bad pleaseee.” He never got tired of hearing her cute cries and begs.

“Alright, i guess you earned it.” he smirked before quickly flipping her onto her stomach, face pressed against the desk. He stroked himself a few more times, loving the way her heart-shaped ass was being presented, before pushing himself into her tight hole. He’d barely gotten the first inch in and Nina was already a mess. All she could think about right now is how good it felt to have him stretching her out again. 

She nearly screamed out as Jeff suddenly snapped his hips forward, fully bottoming out inside her. They were both breathing heavily now, easily being worked up to their climax. He was determined to keep going though, he was practically edging himself already as he began to pound into her fast and rough, leaning forward just a bit to grab a fistful of her hair, pulling on it roughly. 

Nina was dizzy with lust, completely drunk on sex, and the way he was pulling her hair and slapping her ass wasn’t helping. She felt an especially forceful slap on her butt, soon followed by him grabbing it, kneading the flesh of her soft ass cheek. Her moans escalated in volume the longer this went on. He was hitting that sweet spot with every thrust in now, making her weak in the knees. Every fuck, grab, and hair pull brought her closer and closer to the edge, threatening to give her her third orgasm of the night. 

“You’re takin’ my cock so well, baby.” Jeff was huffing between words, so worked up, but not willing to break the rhythm he’d set. The room was being filled to the brim with lewd sounds now. Every second was occupied by Nina’s moans, Jeff’s grunting, and the sound his pelvis aggressively slapping against her ass. If heaven existed, this was it for them. 

Jeff moved his hand from Nina’s hair, slipping it underneath her body and finding her clit. She immediately cried out from the sensation, he was showing no mercy to her. “Come on, babe. Cum on this fucking cock.” he whispered to her while his two digits rubbed back and forth across her sensitive bud. 

Tears were spilling from her eyes as she came undone, screaming his name along with some other obscenities. The way her pussy was squeezing and clenching on his cock had Jeff building up to his own high. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and off beat. “Ah fuck, you want me to cum in you? Want me to fill you up good, put a baby in you?” 

Nina swiftly nodded, tears still running down her cheeks, smudging the makeup around her eyes. “Yes! Yes, please!” 

“Oh fuck-” He hips stuttered as he finally reached his peak, shooting his hot load deep inside her, painting her walls white with his cum. They were both gasping for breathe as he pounded into her a couple more time, making sure to stuff every inch of her. 

“Shit…” Jeff hissed, the cold air hitting his cock as he pulled out. Nina was still huffing and panting, she now felt their mixed liquids running down her leg, making a beautiful mess. He was enjoying the view of it all too, secretly hoping the sperm would take, and get her pregnant with his baby.  

After a few minutes of resting he picked her up, carrying her to the bathroom to clean up. Jeff ran a bath for her as Nina cleaned herself off with a warm towel. He turned to her, finally speaking up. “So, uhm, are you alright? I wasn't too rough was i?”

“Mm-mm.” She shook her head smiled up at him. "I love it when you're rough."

“Look, uhm… i’m sorry i’ve been so absent lately. I’ve just been stressed with work, it has nothing to do with you, you know that right?” Jeff looked nervous, i mean he wouldn’t blame her if she was mad, he would be too. He hoped that it wasn’t took late to fix things.

Nina put her hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile. “I know, Jeffy, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not, i should be giving you more attention when i’m home.” He put his hand over hers and smiled back, “i’ll tell you what, i’m gonna call in sick tomorrow. Then we can spend all day doing whatever you want, how’s that sound?”

She gasped excitedly, jumping into his arms and squealing with happiness. “Really?! You’d do that for me?!” 

He laughed and embraced her, bringing her into a bear hug, “I’d do anything for you.”

[romana-after-dark]

The Wrong Way (Dark Ending): Going Under Part 5 (Finale)

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Raider!Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader

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Summery: After you give birth to Ellie in the cabin, Joel fins you and Tommy, besting Tommy in a fight. What happens to you? What happens to Ellie, Tommy, Lorenzo and the rest of the family Little One has acquired? How does Little One learn to cope with her new reality? Does she fall into the darkness that surrounds Joel and all he touches? Can Joel really change for you and your daughter?

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH WARNING, graphic violence, murder, manipulation, the horrors, Joel being Joel, Tommy being kinda pathetic, Joel's weird sexual fantasies, breeding kink, abuse of power. Just.... all the bad.

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Joel watched the man struggle the chair he was tied to from where he stood in the basement of the stairwell waiting for you. The basement was dark, but a single light shined on the man. Alex was his name, a long term member of his group since years before you had come into his life. 

Earlier today, his wife had come to Tommy with a beaten and bloodied face claiming Alex had beaten her. Tommy spoke to neighbors, one of which had relayed she had heard shouting and Mrs. Cane crying from the house that night. This was enough for Tommy; no woman was beating her own face to falsely accuse her own husband. So, Tommy took him to the basement of his little jailhouse, leaving him in the chair for Joel. Tommy was the sheriff, but Joel dealt out justice. 

Not without your approval, of course.

When he heard the door to the basement open, Joel quickly walked up the 4 short steps to help you down. 9 months pregnant, you were ready to pop any day now with your third child. The day in the alley, the day Joel burned your father alive in front of you and you had allowed him to release inside you, you had conceived your son. He was 5 now, little Ellie dragging him and Able on adventure after adventure (mostly trouble). She was a leader, for sure. The name given to the little boy was what Ellie would have been if she was a boy, Caleb Thomas.

Since then, June had given birth to her and Tommy’s second child, Carly Jade, who was 2 months now; you and her had enjoyed a pregnancy together, taken care of by the two brothers. 

Joel aided you down the stairs, not willing to risk harm from even such a short fall. His protective nature never dwindled, even as you came into your own as the town leader. Things were going well, your little town taking on more and more production from farming and recently had been able to work on making textiles. Joel didn’t understand why you had insisted on spending so much time developing the sheep farm, until you had begun trading wool with other towns. In Wyoming, this was valuable.

 After the town’s people had been taken care of, you had begun facilitating trade outside of town. People were hesitant, of course, giving Joel’s reputation but once they met you, things went better. You were demoure, peaceful, empathetic, and your whole life you had to learn to be what people wanted from you. It was the result of unfathomable trauma, but it came in handy. Make no mistake, you were not going to be taken advantage of, not with Joel or one of his men standing by you at all times. Now that the sheep were going well, the next project was to increase the cattle. Calving this season had gone well and several cows would be ready for slaughter this summer and you wanted to put the cow hyde to use to make leather.

Only problem there was no one knew how to turn cow hide into leather. It was frustrating to say the least. Last year you’d been forced to slaughter a cow that had broken its ankle. It was younger, not quite adult yet and you would have liked to have seen it fed more, but there was nothing to be done at that point and you’d have to make use of what you could. One of the men had attempted to make leather, but it hadn’t gone well at all, the leather not strong enough to make jacket’s and shoes and boots like you had wanted. It was turned into a saddle and a few belts and that was that. Zach would have known, but you never learned that much. Tommy told you what you needed. You needed Jackson. Jackson had been blessed with a leather-maker and a cobbler; someone who could turn that leather into reliable boots. Problem was, Jackson didn’t trade with you. You hoped this would change today. You were meeting Maria today; she had agreed to come out to Jackson with the promise of wool just for meeting, seeing as you couldn’t exactly travel an hour out in your condition.

But first, Alex Cane.

“Hi little one, you look beautiful.” Joel greeted you with a kiss.

“Thank you, Joel.” As you take the last step, you turn on the light.

Alex laughs dryly. “Jesus, of course it’s you two.”

You tsk, tsk, tsk. “I’d like to say I thought better of you, Alex, but… I didn’t. I was wondering when you’d slip, honestly.” Alex was one of the men who had been mean to you at the house, and definitely one who had been prepared to rape you if you hadn’t been saved by Tommy. You had wanted him dead for a while now, but refused to abuse your power. Men like this would always out themselves. 

“I didn’t do shit.”

“Well your wife sure didn’t do that to her face herself.”

“She’s clumsy!”

“Sure.”

Alex turned to Joel “You’ve gone fucking soft, Joel! I’ve been with you for a decade, and now you want me dead just because your bitch-”

Joel stabbed him in the leg. “Don’t fucking talk about her like that!”

“Or what, you’ll kill me?” His laugh was dark and sardonic. “I know I’m already dead. It’s kind hypcrital of you, don’t you think? No rape, no beating women. What do you call what you did to her?” Alex nodded over to where you stood. This wasn’t the first accusation of hypocrisy Joel had gotten, and he did not care. He was Joel fucking Miller, and he did what he wanted. “At least Katie was an a grown ass woman, she was a fucking child when you brought her here, now she’s just as psychotic as you!” Another stab.

“Joooooel” You whine. “You keep at that he’s going to die before the fun begins.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” Joel draws you in, taking your mouth in his and wasting no time shoving his tongue down your throat. You can’t help but rub your pelvis against his leg. 

“God I’d suck you off right here if I didn’t have to get to the meeting.”

Joel knew what this did to you. After he killed, he was always rewarded with stellar sex. It turned you on, knowing what’d do for you and your family. Alex continued groaning in pain in th background.

“Mmmmm” he groaned. “C’mon, we don’t need Maria.”

“We do, I can’t keep fixing that hole in your shoe forever.”

Joel grumbled but helped you up the stairs. “So that’s a yes on killing him?”

“That’s a yes, thank you for all you do, baby. I might be a little late tonight. After the meeting I have to make sure Mrs. Cane is settled. Might move her to a different house if she wants, one with fresh memories for her and the kids.”

“Sounds good, I’ll have diner ready. Tommy going with you to see Maria, right?”

He never did trust Maria. Their beef went back further than you, or even Tommy. “Yes, dear. Not in the room, but he’ll be there.”

Joel nodded, giving a deep kiss as he sent you on your way. “I’ll check on the kids after I get cleaned up, don’t worry ‘bout them.” June was in charge of the childcare center. Figuring out a schooling system was proving difficult, but you were working on it. It’s not like the kids really needed to learn about George Washington anymore, but you wanted an educated populace as the town grew. Reading was essential, so you were all starting there, plus numbers. It was better than nothing. 

“Thank you, baby.” 

Joel swatted your butt as you left, and you turn around to see a prominant erection in his pants. Joel always killed more brutally when he was turned on, so you always make sure to work him up nice and good. Joel lets you leave out the door, and you smile at Tommy waiting for you. 

“Ready to see your ex-girlfriend, Tommy?” You tease him.

Tommy groans. “Not really, but if it’ll help Esperanza, I’ll do it.”

Tommy was a key member of keeping this town running. Women and children felt safe with him, his kind eyes easing them they way he always eased you. Tommy was better working with Joel instead of against; they made a good team, and between you and Tommy, you had managed to calm down Joel’s edge. 

Joel hadn’t changed, he’d aged. It had been almost ten years since Joel had taken you; a night that seemed so far away now. In his early 50’s Joel was far from weak. He was brutal, strong, impossing, but his anger had calmed down over the years, especially after Ellie’s birth. There had been a few nights Joel had gotten carried away in bed, days where his anger surged but you refused to allow your life to go back to what it had been. Your knife was on you all day every day; a gift from Joel all those years ago when he swore to you he’d do better. When Joel acted up, you took out your knife and reminded him that you had stabbed him before, way back in the cabin after giving birth to Ellie, and you would stab him again. You reminded him of your children, and now that it wasn’t just your life on the line anymore. You’d fight for your children.

You didn’t want to kill Joel. You could, easily. He slept next you to every night with your knife on the bedside table and it would not be hard to slice his throat… but you didn’t want to. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love him, first and foremost. You did, and you had for a long, long time. You enjoyed his company, he made you laugh, he cared for you when sick or pregnant or tied. You life as a housewife was over; your work was in town, although you certainly still helped run the household. Joel took on more of the childcare and you did more cooking, but that’s beause of your indiviual skills and enjoyments. Joel’s work with Ellie had taken her from a preme to a girl who was reaching physical milestones almost always ahead of time, so you let him take the lead on that. Cooking was your forte and you enjoyed it, so you did the evening cooking. Cleaning and housework was split, although Joel was doing more right now with the pregnancy.

There was also the fact Joel was the father of your children. Ellie and Caleb and now the impending birth of Loretta or Soren (hopfully this week) you wanted them to have a father. Tommy was not an option anymore, and you didn’t want him to be. He and June were very happy together with Able and Carly, and you were happy for them. You loved your niece and nephew very much, and they were under yours and Joel’s protection as much as your children were under theirs.

You knew if something happened to Joel, Tommy would be there for you, but Tommy would never be your husband. Even if Joel and June were out of the picture, you and him had a different bond now. Tommy was your brother, not a lover.

But also, Joel was essential to your town. He still did raiding, but that as slowly fading away in favor of running as a normal town. Of course, the brutal exicutions would never fly in Jackson, but that was the standard that had been set, and you were happy to see the improved enviorment in Esperanza.

Tommy escorted you into the room Maria was in. She was standing, although there were chairs at the table.

Maria greeted you, and then Tommy.

Tommy smiled shyly. “Maria, been a while.” Tommy had not seen Maria since the night he left with you. Being trapped back at the house for months prevented him from going, but he managed to send word out. Tommy was always good at persuading people. 

Maria showed no bitterness. “Sure has, heard you had a few kids of your own now, congratulations.”

“Congratulations on yours too.”

Tommy excused himself and closed the door, although he was behind the two way mirror; Joel’s condition for allowing you to meet alone with Maria.

You spoke first. “Thank you so much for meeting me, Maria.” You attempted to sound as gracious as you could, your social skills having been carefully honed in. Over the years, many people under Joel’s rule hadopted to leave their homes in order to join Esperanza, the community you had built being better than the failing farms. The more people in town the better, and you prided yourself on present a good front in contrast to Joel’s horrors.

“Thank you for having me, but I’m afraid as I’ve said, I have no interest in making deals. It’s not personal, it’s policy. Wool won’t by me out.”

“It’s not to buy you out.” You implure. “It’s for you to hear me out, will you at least do me that?” You implore with her.

Her eyes narrowed. “Are you saying if I don’t agree, you won’t give me the wool?” 

“No.” You were quick to assure. You didn’t not play game, you tried to foster goodwill. “The wool promised should already be loaded on your horse, I won’t take that away. I would like to have a good faith conversation, if possible, but the wool isn’t contingent on that.”

Maria stayed silent for a while, looking at you now and you knew she must be curious to the change that had happened. “Contingent…” she muttered. “Big word.” You are put a little on defense, retorting that you can and do read, but she only watched you before shaking her head. “Jackson doesn’t deal with raiders.”

A little frustrated, placing your hands down on the table and leaning in as you press on. “But I’m trying to move away from that!” Can’t she see your vision? How can you make her understand what you’re trying to do? You had caught her attention.

“What do you mean?”

With vigor, you take the oppritunity to plead your case, to let her in on what you and Tommy had been planning, what everything that had happened since the day Joel promised you a town had been leading to. “I want to end the raiding. It’s slowed significant, you have to have noticed that.”

She had. “You’re telling me that Joel Miller is going to hang up his gang? Not happening.

“Oh god no.” You laughed. “Never. But his focus has shifted. You don’t understand Maria, but he’s my muscle. I’m running the show. This is my town, everything happening here I built. Joel answers to me.”

At the very least, she was listening. That’s what you need, just a window… “And where does Jackson come in?”

“We still have needs. A lot of needs. Things have going well but one harsh winter and everything could fall apart. The more resources we have, the better chance we have of staying standing. I need this leather. I need to be able to use the hydes we have, we need to be able to utalize every single resource we have. We aren’t asking for materials, we’re asking to learn. My hope is within a few years, to pull the last of the focus away from raiding completely and use the man power to our to the ranch. No more raiding.”

Maria watched you. You felt on display but were determined not to crack ands she mauled over her thoughts. “You’ve grown up a lot, you know.”

“I know.” You did. At 28, you were far from the girl you were when Joel took you. 

“It’s impressive, everything you’ve done here. It really is.”

“Thank you. It was all for Ellie.”

“You know… Whenever I hear your name, or get a message from you… I think of that first day…”

You shuffle in your seat a little… you didn’t like thinking about that. “Yeah.”

Maria shook her head. “I didn’t think you’d last a month. You were so young, so fragile…”

“I get it.” 

“Then a year later you show up on my door and you look like you got trampled by a horse.”

“Maria”

“The absolute shit beat out of you and 8 months pregnant and I here you give birth and Joel finds you? I thought there was no way you make it, absolutely no way someone like you-”

“Someone like me?”

“Would make it through someone like Joel.”

“I’m not-”

She leaned in. “What the hell happened?”

You sigh. “Same thing women have done for centuries, Maria. Look, I’m not you. However you got where you are, that’s great, but that has never been my position in life. Joel is crazy, Maria. He still is. I have freedom now but I can’t leave. So I did what women of powerful men have always done. I use sex and charm to manipulate. I had a baby, I gave him his daughter back so I became this saint to him, I brought a miracle, and I still am.” You rub your swollen stomach. “Maybe I’m fragile, maybe I’m weak and I always have been, but I don’t think so. I survived the worst possible things someone can go through, horrible, horrible things that I know damn well you have not experienced, Maria. But I fucking lived. Not just surviving, I lived. I have a good life, I provided a good life for my kids, and I created a world here where women and children do not have to suffer like I have. That’s what I'm trying to do here, and I do not think that is fragile, that’s not weak, and that’s not little.”

Maria just sat there, watching you talk as you asserted yourself. You had a lot of pride for what you’d built here and you did not appreciate her looking at you like a child. “Send word when you’re ready to slaughter, I’ll send out a few men and they’ll teach you” She stood up, making her way to the door. 

You are a little in shock, but scramble to follow after her. “Wait, what do you want in return?”

Tommy catches you as you head towards the stairs, helping you down as Maria get’s to her horse.

Maria climbed on the saddle now loaded with the promised materials. She turned to you. “Just feed the guys, give them lodging. If you wanna give them a thank you that's great but I won't require anything for the town.”

You blink up at her, bewildered. “Wait, really? Why…”

Maria smiled at you. “You’re doing good here. It’s impressive, and I want to see it flourish.” She nodded at Tommy and went on her way.

Tommy put an arm around you and kissed your head as you leaned into him. “Great job, honey. I’m proud.”

“Thank you.” You smiled. You were proud of yourself too.

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Joel held you in his arms as he always did after a bath. Both of your hands were placed over your stomach as the thunder storm rolled outside. You’d done the unspoken promise, giving him the ride of his life after the kids were put to bed, and it seemed the baby inside you was very active. Joel loved feeling the little kicks, just as he did with Ellie, feeling her very first kick. You and Joel finally had a chance to talk about the day, and you told him that you’d be getting the help from the tradesmen. Joel expressed his pride to you fervently with his mouth, both in words and between your legs.

Joel kissed your neck. “Beautiful mami… can’t believe how much you do while growing another baby.” 

“I couldn’t do it without you, Joel” and you couldn’t. Everything was built with the help of your family, you were just the leader.

An exceptionally loud crack of thunder made you jump, but Joel’s hands steadied you.

 “I got you, little one.”

“You always do.”

You lay your head back on his warm chest, starting to drift off into sleep when the door opens. The door crack revealed Ellie, propositioning Caleb in front of her.

“Caleb’s scared of the thunderstorm.” Another bought of thunder revealed it was Ellie who jumped, not Caleb.

You began to move off Joel’s lap, and he aided you before coaxing the kids over. “Would you guys like to sleep with me and mommy tonight?”

Ellie still tried to put on a brave face. “Um. Maybe for a little bit.” Then quickly added. “Just to make sure Caleb is okay.”

“Sure, baby girl.”

The subsequent lightning saw both children scrambling to their parent’s arms. Ellie situated herself between Joel and you, cuddling up in your arms as Caleb took his place in his fathers arms. 

You think back to all those years ago, those horrible, horrible months after Joel took you back, how you thought Ellie hated you. You were so certain she’d grow up and turn against you, but your daughter adored you. The two of you were very different, that much was obvious. Even in the throws of pregnancy and hard work you preferred to wear dresses. Joel still brought you home nice clothes and still dressed you, although you had to make sure they were practical. Ellie on the other hand was pretty much strictly pants and t-shirts. While Ellie had no interest in cooking, she liked to sit and watch you while the two of you talked. She spent a lot of time with Joel as well. Joel was determined to make sure she could defend herself and taught her how to shoot just as he did with Caleb, but Ellie had more interest. He saw leadership in her he wanted to cultivate. 

Caleb was a lot like Tommy. He was a follower, and would fight for Ellie to the death. He was strong, but was more of a joiner than a leader. That was okay, not everyone could lead, but Caleb was a moral center. He was gentle by nature, and despite being younger than Able he was protective of Able as well. Able often found himself in trouble. Not that he was a bad kid, just adventurous and without Ellie’s forethought. He was a good kid, through and through, and often tried to take the fall for Ellie and Able despite everyone knowing nothing was his idea. He was no coward. You had worried Joel wouldn’t care for son, that he wouldn’t bond, and you were nearly certain if Ellie hadn’t come first, he wouldn’t have felt much of a connection, but because Ellie had fulfilled the role of his lost daughter, there was room now for a son. Joel loved him dearly, even if Caleb didn’t have the same interests Ellie did. Caleb was close with Tommy, and June too, and Tommy often spent time with Caleb when Joel took Ellie and Able to the things they enjoyed. Caleb liked to watch Tommy work, and was June’ biggest helper in school.

As the kids and Joel fell asleep, you stayed up just a little bit longer just to watch them. Years ago, you never thought this life was possible for you. Not even just with Joel, but with long before. Your dads abuse left you feeling like you had little value, like there was little hope for a life outside the abuse. 

But you had found it. You found a family and a community even if it wasn’t exactly Cinderella. Your husband was insane and had done horrible things to you that you could never fully forgive, but really, what did that matter now. He had his outlets now and had provided a life to you that you could not help but be thankful for. You loved him. You couldn’t help it. Not when he was so gentle, so strong, so handsome, so protective…

 You had a strong, powerful daughter that took no shit and was running the world around her. You had a son who was displaying the best and most positive traits of the men in your life. You had a third child on the way that was so far healthy and a niece and nephew you loved so fucking much. You had Tommy, a brother-in-law you could now depend on in a way you hadn’t before. Tommy had been idolized by you, a prince charming that never really delivered. Now, however, Tommy had come into his own. He was no longer under Joel, he prospered as his own husband with his own wife and children. You had June, your lifelong best friend, who was right beside you and was thriving as a teacher and mother.

The only thing missing were your brothers. You missed them, you missed them so fucking much it hurt sometimes and you spent a lot of time at their grave. You hoped every day you made them proud. Zach and Lorenzo’s last words to you had been to take care of Ellie, and god you had tried. You told Maria you had built this town for Ellie, and you had… but always in the back of your mind you had built it for Zach and Lorenzo. It was to honor them. Many times you found yourself at their grave that Joel had moved to Esperanza, you just cried and told them you were sorry. You’d done so much for your family and for your town, but none of it would bring them back.

But there was no time to dwell. Joel and Tommy could not sit and mourn Sarah. Tommy could not sit and mourn Jack and Lorenzo. June could not sit and mourn Zach. You all had a life now, a world, a town, children. Life finds a way. 

So you press on. You cry and then press on. But you never forget any of them. Still, despite all the loss you look at the world in your bed right now, your growing family and your family next door.

Despite the horrors, despite the loss, you had a good life.

Finally, you were happy.

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This really didn't end up as dark an ending as i meant it to be, but i guess it's just the fact joel one. In the canon ending everyone loses, honestly, bt joel reaped the fruits of his bullshit. He lost his wife, child, and brother

plus, zach and lorenzo are ded ;-;

but, honestly, what an improvement for little one and those kids? she's really come into her own and im so proud <3

thank you sooooo much for the support!!! I will be taking quite a break from writing anything in universe, but as always I welcome thoughts in any of the time lines!!!

What am i working on now? My lastest dark joel series is a handmaids tale au, blessed be the fruit.

want dark! reader x dark! joel? try guard dog (more coming soon!)

and a dark!triple frontier fic that may ormay not be gettng a part 2!

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[basically-on-fire]

- Things that bug me about the plot of Iron Flame -

*Spoilers Obviously *

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Beware I wrote this late at night right after finishing the book

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Things that bug me -

Mostly because they're a) plot holes and bad writing or

B) Xaden still lies everytime he opens his mouth :

1) what's with the second signet? I know we had the theory that it's all the rebellion kids because of the relic. Imogen can erase recent memories and is also very fast (and that IS a signet hence why it was forbidden to use on the mat), Liam had farsight but also somehow wielded ice in the final battle of FW... His dragon's name literally meant ice - and most of the dragon's names are related to their riders signet somehow -

So can anybody explain why the two signet thing is suddenly something only Xaden has? And only because sgaeyl bonded in his direct family line?

That doesn't add up. Unless he's still lying and he has actually three...

2.) Speaking of Xaden's second signet - I think he's still lying about the extend of what he can do. If he could only read intentions then he should not be able to respond to things that violet was thinking in that detail. There is also a line "but I have to know what she's thinking" THINKING - not just her intention or half-before-whatever thought. Yes that would explain why he is such a good fighter but he has to be much more powerful than that.

He also projects his thoughts to Violet at one point (You know when) . Probably unintentionally - but now I have only two explanations :

Either violets second signet is also mind reading (YR confirmed it is already manifested in IF and we will spot it if we know what to look for)

OR Xaden can invade other people's minds. Which then got me thinking that maybe there is no bond between the two at all. It's just Xaden reading Violet's mind and projecting his answers into hers. Now that would be a plottwist.

3.) The Rebellion relics. We learn in this book (from Xaden of all people) that the relics are the result of a rune stone that all the children were holding in their hand while their parents were being executed. It was supposed to counter the signet of the dragon that did the execution - which it does - but how can it be that in FW we learn that the youngest of them was born with one?

So is Xaden lying (can you tell I don't trust that guy?) or is it just sloppy writing?

4.) Last but not least - lazy writing or maybe I was too tired during this part and missed something -

But why can Violet only power one ward stone? I get there had to be a plotpoint to reveal Andarna as the 7th breed but when does it say that every dragon's flame can only be used once? Because she couldn't use Tairn again and had to ask Codagh... And now with Andarna being the only one of the 7th there is only one wardstone that can be powered...

You know what - even if it was explained and I missed it that's still lazy writing imo

Anyway I did not hate it. I actually liked it a lot. Andarna and Tairn bickering actually made my day.

I just hope these things will be explained at some point 😂

[thatndginger]

Happy WBW! I'm missing my family pup, so what kind of pets are kept in your world?

Has it been actual months since I had the energy to answer asks (and remember they're there)? Yes. Am I still going to answer this? You betcha. Because Tori you are awesome and I deeply appreciate that you sent this to me even if it took me forever to get to it.

I'm gonna be a cheeky little gremlin and talk about The Dragon Project, my newest and least fleshed out wip because, well, dragons.

There are many different breeds of domestic dragon in TDP, some of which you can see in the picture below:

There are more 'tiny' breeds of dragons, but I haven't really worked them out and I'm also going to have to make a separate reference for them since trying to show a to-scale Mottlehorn (46' wingspan) next to a house dragon (4'~ish wingspan) does not look very good.

The most common 'style' of dragon in TDP are riding-type dragons that are big enough to carry a human (or two) on their backs when in flight. These guys are the typical mode of transport, but can also act as guardians, hunting companions, or even weapons of war. The three types are Guardian-type, Riding-type, and Companion-type, and while they can all interbreed, trying to cross types almost always results in infertile offspring.

Larger dragons tend to live around 30 years, while the smaller ones only live for around 15 or so. The largest Guardian-types can occasionally reach 50, but that's rare.

aaand that's all I can think of at the moment? This morning has been a very wild one and I must head off to work soon!

[lonelywretchjervistetch]

The State Bird Initiative: Delaware (#1) - Results

All right, poll is done! Meant to run it for a week to get as many responses as possible, but I Blazed it and got 300 votes, which is pretty good for the first one of these posts, in my opinion! So, what does a small group of Tumblr contributors think the state bird of Delaware should be?

...Huh.

SBI Elected State Bird of Delaware: Delaware Blue Hen (Gallus domesticus)

By popular vote, the incumbent State Bird, the Delaware Blue Hen (Gallus domesticus) retains its position as a representative of the state of Delaware! And I am...not surprised, actually.

Here's the thing, I really wanted this guy to be dethroned, because it's a domestic bird, and not a wild one, therefore having no conservation value whatsoever. So, yeah, it felt unimportant to me. But even I have to admit...I get it. The Delaware Blue Hen is pretty woven into the state's identity, as I mentioned in the original poll post. But, goddamn it...it's still not a real breed. So, Delawareans, you know what to do. Get this bird actually certified as a breed! Gonna need to do some hardcore selective breeding here, but if you want this breed to be legitimate and recognized, you gotta do it!

As for my personal opinion...well, here's my personal preference. And keep in mind, this is what I would do if I alone were in charge of the State Birds. SO...my personal choice is after the jump. But if you're good here, just knowing the Delaware Blue Hen is the pick, then I'll see you next time! And lemme tell you, Pennsylvania's gonna be interesting.

The State Birds Initiative Personal Pick - Delaware (#1)

State Bird of Delaware (SBI) and State Raptor (SBI): American Kestrel (Falco sparverius)

That's right, the American Kestrel (Falco sparverius) is my pick for the State Bird of Delaware. The Small Wonder State deserves a small wonder for a State Bird. It's red, white, and blue (by ornithological definitions of those colors), it's of conservation concern for the state, where it does breed, and...it's adorable. Look at him, he's cute as hell. So, that's my choice for the State Bird...but I'm not done.

State Game Bird of Delaware (SBI): Delaware Blue Hen (Gallus domesticus)

That's right, I agree that the Delaware Blue Hen should remain a state symbol. I just don't think it should be a State Bird. Give every state a State Game Bird, and let this be the species for Delaware. It works in every way possible. It even remains the mascot for University of Delaware, as a LITERAL game bird. Revisit my original post for more info on that, but I'm not letting go of this as a wish of mine. But hey...I'm STILL not done.

SBI's Big Fifty - Delaware: Red Knot (Calidris canutus)

The Big Fifty are birds that are highlighted by this poll project, but not qualified for or voted in as the State Bird for a given state. Additionally, they're birds of note in a given state, and that are highlights for any birdwatchers, beginning or veteran. Because it doesn't breed in the state, and only visits occasionally, the Red Knot (Calidris canutus) is a poor choice for a State Bird, despite its popularity as an alternative to the blue hen. But, even you guys agree, this doesn't work as well for that reason. But it is a major feature of the migration seasons, and should absolutely be highlighted somehow. So, the Red Knot gets a title as Delaware's representative of the Big Fifty! So, go out there and find it...in September and October, when migration is in full form.

BUT WAIT I AM NOT DONE

State Conservation Focus (SBI): American Horseshoe Crab (Limulus polyphemus)

OK, this is the last one. To be fair here, the American Horseshoe Crab (Limulus polyphemus) is already the State Marine Animal. That category is a little broad for my tastes, but I am glad it's been recognized at the very least. But that said...the horseshoe crab deserves a LOT more recognition for its ecological importance. I considered calling this category the State Keystone Species, but that won't be the case for all species of conservation focus. So, let's highlight this ridiculously important species by giving it a new category. This is an important animal. I'd rather it not be neglected.

And THAT is it, I promise. These categories will shift a little bit from state to state. You may have noticed that I labeled the American Kestrel both the State Bird AND the State Raptor. That'll come into play in the future, I promise. But for now, that's the SBI endorsement for State Birds and Conservation Symbol. Next time, Pennsylvania.

See you next time, and happy birding!

[crevicedwelling]

Do you have any advice for isolating morphs with multiple traits in isopods? I've got an a. vulgare morph i'm trying to establish, but it's got at least three different traits i'm trying to combine (color, markings, and banding on the edges of each segment of the pereon) and i'm not sure how best to go about it. As the resident isopod alchemist, got any tips?

breeding isopods for color is easy when the genetics are the usual simple recessive genes, but quite a bit trickier when going for a color pattern that may not be controlled by single genes. I haven’t attempted a line-breeding project like yours yet, or at least yours sounds like one since the traits you describe don’t sound like easy single genes like orange/albino/piebald.

however, I think my basic isopod isolation tips might help. breed a lot of isopods, select pairs or 1.2 trios with the desired colors and put them into small cups together before breeding size, so that you can guarantee known pair matings. alternately, if the morphs don’t show well in juveniles, you can try your best to sex them young and raise them to a size where their color shows up better in single-sex groups (which could also be good for picking the best pairs from each group).

the slow route works too, if you just wanted to keep one large culture and wait for desirable individuals to pop up by chance, and then pull those to a second culture whenever you see them.

I also suggest breeding back to wild or non-morphed individuals from the parent culture eventually when you get a good morph culture going. the end results of this can help increase genetic diversity, and you might also have a clearer picture of how more complex mutations inherit from a paring between a triple mutant and one that doesn’t exhibit any of the mutations.

[fyresnow]

This is kinda something important to me on a spiritual level, just a bit. I was a 4H kid growing up and Tunis was one of the breeds we had there, but the club/project was too poor to process the fleeces ourselves. So I never learned spinning or made anything with the wool from our sheep. It's a real treat to be able to do that now!

This wool in particular is part of the Shave 'Em to Save 'Em project, which focuses on saving heritage/endangered sheep breeds. One of the things they help with is making it more affordable to keep these sheep. If I wasn't disabled, I'd love to invest more in this project. It's by the Livestock Conservatory, so go check it out! Fiber artists (in the US) can donate to get a passport which they can fill with stamps featuring different heritage sheep breeds.

Tunis wool is a bit rougher than merino (of course), but it's still classified as medium-fine. I think it will soften up with a wash? I hope so at least. It's also a bit greasy? But I think that's bc there's still lanolin the fiber, which is a first for me. (I could be completely wrong, but the texture is different than other wool I've spun.) I don't know if it's less dense than merino/fine wool sheeps, or if there's a lot of air in how it was prepared, but the sheer volume in 4 oz is impressive. Like the resulting braid is massive, easily three times the size of a normal 4 oz braid. The internet says it's resistant to felting, has good loft, and is bouncy. The sheep themselves are always the sweetest too, with a unique russet colored face and legs.

[blair-the-navigator]

The Dust of a Fall Out

Sunlight retreated over the mountain range in the distance; the dying light of another exhausting day was a familiar sight for a weary mustelid dragging his weight towards his temporary quarters. The steps leading to the barracks were sunken in; between the inclement weather and additional housed troops over the previous few weeks, the infrastructure of the Jaw varied between sound and shaky.

The demeanor of most individuals assigned to these barracks were surprisingly light - the direction of Lila's rigorous, if not potentially authoritarian, training had resulted in positive attitudes towards the preparedness of the Rebellion for their imminent movement against High Central.

A goal long fought for was a few short sleeps away.

Blair wasted no time in shedding his additional layers the moment he haphazardly pulled himself across the threshold of his room; in passing a group of Rebellion soldiers, he could hear the last remnants of their conversation as his door began it's slow, creaky close.

"...numbers, at least that's the projection."

"Then we're fine, right? The Commander would have the most up-to-date information. I trust the brass would let us know if we were up against something..."

Click.

The voices were almost completely shut out, with only a faint murmur to be heard on Blair's side of the door. Hanging his coat on the hook to his right, the ferret wiped his paws on his shirt before the silhouette of a taller half-breed caught his eye.

"Gods above-" Blair yelped at a pitch that shocked even himself, flustered with his face growing red in embarrassment. "Excuse me, I believe ye' have te' wrong-"

The figure stepped forward, towering above the hob and eclipsing the sinking sun outside the window. With the light obstructed, the soft smile of a familiar face came into focus.

"Wrong room?" Ellis crossed his arms, leaning against the wall adjacent to the door and tapping a paw on his forearm. "So sorry, stranger. I'll let myself out."

"No, just- ugh." The ferret pulled at the sides of his face, eyes tightly shut as he fought to take in the scene in front of him. "I'm sorry, its been... a long day. What- what are ye' doin' 'ere?"

"Did you think I was going home?" The fox half-breed's expression sunk into a mixture of disappointment and confusion; the reaction exhibited by the ferret wasn't what he had expected. "Blair, there is so much to be done. The Rebellion... it needs everyone it can get."

Despite his history, Blair managed to read Ellis' face quick enough to pivot. He quickly slipped by the canidae and dropped his bag onto the cot across the room.

"I s'ppose that's fair enough. So you'll be..." Blair didn't turn to look at the fox as he spoke. "...you'll be stayin' 'ere then?"

"If you'll have me." The tension was impossible to miss; Ellis took a few steps closer to the ferret, but kept a safe distance. "Last thing I would want to do is impose, but I also don't think it's good for you to be alone right now."

"Oh, please don't play savior right now." Blair's voice was a quick bite of aggression. "I told ye' that we'll figure it out when all this is over. Don't have time te' be mopin' about."

"So you're fine, then?"

"I'm so fine, it's disgustin'." The mustelid sat on a chair next to the cot, struggling to remove his boots with the tension in his back and shoulders fighting him. "Might as well lead the charge m'self at this point."

Ellis found space at the edge of the cot to sit, visibly frustrated with furrowed brow. Blair had the capacity to be such a caring, conversational partner... when he wasn't mirroring the behaviors of a toddler.

"Then it's alright if we talk about him?"

Blair froze, suspending his right boot in his hands. Within a moment, he sighed, placing it gently on the ground next to him.

"Ellis, don't do this."

"But you're fine, right? I thought you were so fine."

"I'm not jokin' wit' ye'. Please, Ellis."

"If you can't talk about Sylar, I-"

The fox couldn't react quickly enough. Blair had leapt from the chair, tackling him backwards and pinning him to the noticeably shaky cot. Ellis held the paws that gripped at the base of his neck, careful not to exert too much strength against his partner.

"Do NOT say his name!" The ferret's eyes darted back and forth between Ellis' with an enraged fury. "Do not..."

"Blair." The fox dared not move; rather, he began to loosen his grip on Blair's paws, feeling the ferret do the same. Despite the adrenaline coursing through him, Ellis maintained a steady tone. "Breathe."

Visibly shaking, the mustelid watched as a set of tears dropped down to copper fur below. His throat was as tight as it had ever been, and he could barely muster a soft whine. Blair leaned back, bracing his weight on Ellis' legs. The fox took this opportunity to push himself upright, meeting his partner's face.

"Don't talk." Ellis gently ran a claw on each paw under Blair's eyes, wiping away the remaining tears. "I'm... sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

The silence that hung in the air felt like an eternity. Ellis knew that the hawk was a sore subject, but this was his first inclination that things were far worse than the ferret had let on. Without words, the fox pulled his weight back and sat upright on the cot with his back against the wall, pulling Blair beside him in the same position.

"I'm here if you need to talk about it. I'm also here if you just want to exist." Ellis took Blair's trembling hands into his own. "At your own pace, of course. Everything can wait until tomorrow."

Blair's attention was directed towards the now-dark window; lip quivering almost imperceptibly.

"I'm sorry too. Ye' didn't deserve that." The ferret looked over and up to Ellis, gracing him with the most genuine smile he could in the moment. "There's a lotta' baggage there. I just... need time."

"You can have all the time you need." Ellis pulled Blair's head to rest on his shoulder. "I can tell you're tired."

"Hardly." Blair's eyes caught an off-white mass atop an end table on the other side of the room. Littered around it were small shavings of what appeared to be the same material, along with a tool clearly used to carve it. "What do ye' have goin' on 'ere?"

"Oh, the skull helmets!" The excitement in Ellis' voice was a refreshing shift in the room's atmosphere. The fox squeezed his partner's paw before scurrying over to the table and grabbing the helm. "I had been talking with the Commander - in discussing my qualifications, I had mentioned the carvings I took on the road with me as a merchant, and she had asked if this were something I could do with bone."

Ellis playfully bounced back onto the cot, returning to his spot next to Blair and pushing the skull into the ferret's hands.

"What do you think? Good enough for the Rebellion?"

"This is incredible, Ellis." Blair rotated the bone carving, inspecting each fine detail of it as his vision came back into focus. "Yer a right talented fox. I've always said it."

"We'll see how you feel about that when I'm done. I have to make hundreds of these... with help, of course." Ellis dusted off a few stray shavings from the top of the helm. "Time is a luxury we don't have right now, so I'll see about getting as many of these out the door as I can."

"But Ellis, yer gonna miss training!" Blair yawned as the sarcasm dripped from his tongue. "How are ye' gonna stand a chance against High Central if ye' don't piss 'round with a... 'alf-baked..."

The ferret's head lurched forward before rolling onto Ellis' chest. Blair's breathing had slowed significantly, and slumber would not be far away. The fox shifted his weight to allow Blair to lean further into him, running a paw through the ferret's hair.

"Sleep. We'll figure it all out tomorrow."

[team-calm]

Okay so what exactly does your “domestication” process consist of?

We simply selectively breed the calmest, least aggressive, and most social pokemon together until we get desired results!

The all also have classic indicators of domestication such as floppy ears, spot pattern on their fur, and curled tails. For those where none are applicable, they simply get softer, such as my duskull Wither.

This has been a- what’s the word? Passion project of mine for years, slowpoke, duskull, snorunt, sneasel, and cosmog we’re my first projects. However apparently legendary genetics don’t work as well with our process.

I deeply apologize for the length, I simply adore our work is all!~