#Purebred pussy

[mycats7]

Is Your Cat a Pure Breed?

As a team of feline enthusiasts, we understand how important it is to identify the breed of your beloved cat. It not only helps you understand their personality traits but also assists in providing appropriate care. In this article, we aim to provide you with a comprehensive guide on identifying the breed of your feline friend. Understanding Physical Characteristics The first step in…

[b1mbodoll]

alsooo no thoughts jusr cat!hybrid brat reader with alphawolf!hybrid tamer jake

pairings: jake sim x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + brat! reader + biting + blood + thigh humping + no prep + knotting

wolf hybrid! jake isnt easily bothered by your behavior. he puts up with your bratty behavior and rude tone but something he won’t let you get away with is questioning his status as an alpha. he’s literally a purebred wolf hybrid and no airheaded housecat is going to disrespect him like that.

“bet you’re not even an alpha,” you tease, a proud smirk on your face when the wolfboy finally reacts. he’s on you in a second, canines biting into your nape hard enough to draw blood as he pins you to the ground, yanking harshly on your tail.

he slots his cock between your thighs, rocking his hips and growling at the sensation because it feels so good to finally put you in your place.

he knows your bratty behavior must be because you just need some good dick, and he’s more than willing to give it to you. rips your bottoms off and slips right inside, not bothering with prep because your pussy’s so wet there’s no need for it. his thick length makes you purr, ears flicking back and forth as your orgasm builds, walls squeezing his cock so tight he cums before you, thick semen shooting deep inside your womb.

the feeling makes you cream around him and soft yowls are ripped from your throat when his knot begins to inflate, stretching you open so well you’re sure you’ll never be satisfied if it’s not his dick bullying your hole.

[boolger]

A lapdog at a farm - snippet - COD

CHAPTER ONE IS OUT <3 TUMBLR OR AO3

This is a snip of the first chapter for my upcoming wip fic 🫡 yes I have 20+ other projects, no I will not stop myself. This is not really checked for mistakes and stuff will probably change in the actual first chapter of the fic. But here u go, a snack for my sinners.

Word count: 2.5k-ish words

Hybrid!Reader x Price, reader x kinda poly141 later in fic, more to come

Small summary: This is an AU with Price becoming a farmer, hybrid dog!reader as a spoiled pet who doesn’t want to live this country life and hybrid working dogs!Gaz, Simon and Soap, who gets bought by Price. Chaos and smut ensues. Anyways, there won’t be this much in this snip.

Minors do not interact. I will block you if I can’t see any kind of indication of age on your blog.

Cw: There is the whole aspect of holding hybrids as pets, there is violence and punishments in this snippet, being hit with a belt. there is smut at the end (not much). Reader has a pussy, she/her. Reader is chubby but I tried my best to keep other descriptions vague.

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The countryside was peaceful compared to the city; the lack of the bustling streets and constant traffic, created a quietness that was hard to describe.

Out here, at the new farm, the noise came from animals that lived in the stables and barn, the occasional rumble as a tractor turned on. The wind tickled the never ending fields of wheat and the long rows of fruit trees, under which the goats and sheep walked most days.

Here the stress wasn't like in the city. Sure, there were stressful moments and sometimes Price looked like he needed to sleep for more than just the few hours he got everyday.

But he didn’t have to worry about the morning traffic, waiting in a queue for an overpriced, questionable tea or coffee. There was no need for him to wear a suit, no noisy, overfilled train cars in the underground. No crowded dog or hybrid parks, no meetings or rules to follow - except those John Price decided for himself.

He was happy, it was clear to you. It had been three months since the move - he had gone back to his roots, buying back the farm that his parents had used to own a little while ago, using some of his endless wealth on renovating the place. There was no step on the stairs that was loose, like it used to when he was a kid - sure they still creaked, but you weren’t afraid they would disappear from beneath you.

It was modernized, but most of the old charm left. Price fit right in; the furniture he had inherited and never believed he would use was suddenly in the living room. His knowledge of the business world was abandoned in the city, for the knowledge of farming that he still had left from his youth. John got a couple of farm hands and workers, who helped him with the big place.

It was like he reclaimed his own self that had been buried beneath ties and paperwork. Now he didn’t smoke his cigars from stress, but from pleasure, clearly much happier.

It was like the farm had made John Price happy once more; his smiles more genuine, his true self stepping forth. Returning to his childhood home and taking over the farm had been the best decision Price had made. There was no question about it.

… and you hated every bloody day at the farm.

The early morning hours being disturbed by the farm waking up, the rooster crowing and John leaving the bed, giving you a pat in between your ears. The constant bugs, the muddy stables and the big animals, the helpers who always teased you for not fitting in, the lack of friends you had out here.

You were not made for farm life. Literally. Simply not made for it.

Some would argue that you, as a hybrid pet, didn’t have a say in it and sure, legally you didn’t. But you were a lapdog, an elegant pet. Not a farm dog. Created to be cared for and cuddled, you were a purebred cocker spaniel hybrid; you weren’t made to run around on a farm, following John on his duties And doing work.

Sure, you had the instincts to hunt a few things here and there, but it was mostly balls and the occasional bird or squirrel. You weren’t a guard hybrid, not really a working dog.

You had had enough trauma throughout your life - you deserved not to be forced into this!

You wanted John to be happy, you really did - you loved your Master! When he bought you a few years ago, when you were still aggressive and unruly (… more than now at least), you had thought he would tire of you like everybody else had. But with patience, rules, training, praise and punishment and a whole lot of sex later, you were a perfect hybrid pet for the city! People always praised how well you looked, laughing when Price said you were really a little troublemaker. You would follow him throughout the fancy apartment, on your daily walks, sometimes for meetings.

But why the fuck did it have to be a farm? He worked around the same time that he did before, genuinely seeming to enjoy himself. Forgetting about poor you!

Out here, there were no hybrid daycare that you would go to when he had long days, there were none of your playmates nearby, everything stank of animals and there were no places nearby for you to get your hair and fur styled and pampered! No nail technicians, no fancy cafes, no shops for John to buy you things in! No special made coffee or chef-made meals every other evening, no freshly baked croissants.

You felt like you had tried. You really had.

But after the first week, you had your first breakdown - and as the weeks passed, they didn’t stop. At first, John was sympathetic, like the perfect owner he was.

Cooing at you, kissing your forehead, as he gently scratched your ears. Kissing away any tears, saying it was okay - that you were just overwhelmed, that it would be okay. That you would come to like it out here.

Big fucking joke.

He had tried every trick in the book, in an attempt to please you and made you less upset, but as days turned into weeks and tantrums began to appear, you knew his patience began to disappear.

He followed professional advice and then the advice of the neighbors down the street, Rodolfo and Alejandro (who had caught you running away at one point), tried some of the workers’ advice. He had given you your own room, and it was mostly designed like your own, perfect to the pale green paint on the wall, all your toys and dog beds, your CDs - everything. He had tried hauling you along every day, trying to give you a routine to follow - but after two weeks, he gave up, not having the energy to deal with a tantrum that got worse and worse each day. He went on walks with you, fucked you silly, tried his best — and you didn’t want it.

No, you wanted to go back to your old life. Not this country life that you hadn’t signed up for, with horses that neighed loudly whenever you passed them; they were definitely going to trample you at the first chance, you knew that. You could hear foxes scream in the night, warning you of the dangers. The goats and sheep were so fucking loud and no you didn’t want to go pick fresh apples off the trees - had he seen the size of the spiders crawling on them?

When you in one of your biggest tantrums took off and bolted from the farm in distress, Rodolfo and Alejandro had almost hit you when you emerged from the corn fields onto the road.

You had cried the entire drive home, no matter what the two men had tried saying, especially as Rodolfo called Price in advance — your master was livid. The worst thing was, that it was not that kind of anger where he yelled at you before punishing you - no, this one was almost silent, a sharp grip on your collar as he dragged you along after thanking Rudy and Ale.

He had belted you then, ignoring your crying and screaming, only stopping when you broke, sobbing and going quiet. He had explained it to you then, what could have happened, what dangers you could have ended in - and as you sobbingly apologized and tried to explain, that you wanted to go back to the city, John had sighed.

Said that he had pampered you too much since he got you, which had made you greedy and attention seeking. Which only made you cry more, as you hid your face in his neck, fingers digging into his shirt, ass cheeks burning.

“Spoiled rotten, little birdie,” he mused, though you could hear the softness in him, your tail wagging a little, hoping to get him to be less mad.

“‘M sorry,” you had whined, ears tipping down, “wanna be good but I don’t like it.”

Your rather dull escape attempt resulted in several things. An AirTag on your collar, so that he always knew where you were. A remarkable lack of treats, sex and then… the crate.

You fucking hated the crate.

Sure, it hadn’t been nice of you to bite one of his pillows into a simple pulp of fabric, feathers everywhere. Or create chaos in the kitchen… or get drunk on his fancy whiskey (that one had ended worse for you, hangover was a bitch and there wasn’t much sympathy from John). And yes, you might have ripped most of the flowers surrounding the house up, until one of the workers had caught you. Maybe pissing yourself in the middle of the living room while staring him in the eyes and ignoring his warnings had been a little…excessive.

But the dog crate? You hated that thing.

Hated it when he locked you up, ignoring your whimpers and whines, your promises to behave, ignoring your little howls as he left.

Mean. The farm had made him mean. Perhaps you had become a bit unruly too, but it was like he didn’t take your clear suffering seriously.

Mean and happy - unruly and suffering. What a pair you were. One of the workers, Laswell, who was a big helper and often stayed over for dinner, suggested a fucking shock collar. You had growled, only stopped when John sent you a sharp look.

You had even heard him talking over the phone with somebody, saying that he didn’t want to rehome you, but he didn’t know what to do.

That had made you melt a little and you had cried as you had crawled into his bed a couple of hours later, begging him to not abandon you.

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It was a random morning a couple of days later, that you found him still in the kitchen, reading the newspaper, humming to himself while smoking a cigar.

He looked nice like this. Despite how he sometimes muttered about being too old, he wasn’t really that old. Late thirties, and perhaps it was the peace on his face or the sun rays that kissed him, which made him look younger. But still. There was a decade between you, but days like this, you were reminded that it didn’t matter.

“Are you going to stare all day or are you going to join me, Darling?” He asked teasingly, pulling you from your thoughts. You let out a little huff and kissed him good morning, receiving a pat on the ass before you sat down on your own seat. It had been a while since the two of you had eaten together - often he was up at the crack of dawn, so his calm behavior and gentle humming was unusual to say the least.

“Why are you not working?” You asked carefully, as you ate some of the bread, trying to ignore how it wasn’t a fancy sourdough one - though you were pretty sure he had picked it up from a local bakery in the village which was a little drive away.

“Because,” he put the paper down, then tapping some ash off the cigar into his ashtray, before looking over at you, a pleased smile on his face, “you and I are going on a trip.”

“A trip?” You didn’t even bother to be embarrassed about how your voice got higher with excitement or how your tail thumped against the backrest of the chair as you wagged it, “where are we going? When? Can we go now?”

Price had laughed, a happy sound that you knew not many got to hear; it made your heart beat a little faster, made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Well, we got to do a few things first to get ready, and you,” he used the cigar to point at you, your tail wagging a little faster, “need to not freak out when I tell you where we are going.”

Despite the warning, tears streamed down your cheeks when he told you. John didn’t get mad as a part of you had expected; he knew your abandonment issues first hand, knew how you had been left behind before, from one bad owner to another.

“You’re going to sell me and leave me with a mean owner and I’m gonna die of hunger and thirst - and - and —“

“Not gonna leave you, princess,” John crooned, covering your face in kisses as you hiccuped and sniffled, clinging to his clothes, “you know that. My favorite puppy. Pretty girl.”

Despite your tears and small sobs, your tail wagged at his words, “silly puppy,” he mused with a smile, gently scratching your lower back, “‘m not gonna sell you. Ale and Rodolfo are looking for a hybrid, I figured we could go look at the auction as well.”

“What if - what if - what if you’ll like them more?” You sniffled dramatically, sure that your life was only going to become worse than it already was. One thing was this bloody farm and the crate, another thing was having to share Price. You didn’t like the idea one bit. If that happened, you were going to show him how a proper tantrum was thrown - the crate would probably be the least of your worries.

As if to prove his love, John bent you over the table, fucking you in between the clattering dishes and cutlery, tea and coffee almost spilling over. Despite how many times your owner fucked you, it made you lose control of your mind every single time. His cock reached so deep inside you that it bordered on pain, your mouth open as you panted and moaned at each thrust; your soft stomach being pressed against the edge of the table, one hand holding onto the back of your collar, the other on your tail. The table rattled, John groaned and moaned, your fingers desperately trying to hold onto anything.

“My princess,” he snarled darkly into your ear, “you’ll always be mine-“ a moan, a grunt, “- no matter what happens, yeah?”

“Yes ye-ah- yes, sir, I’m yours - ah ah - I’m yours!” you managed in between pants and wails of pleasure, fear of abandonment forgotten in the ocean of euphoric satisfaction.

You came harder than you had for a while; the reminder of your worth, of how you deserved his worship, making you cream around his throbbing length, legs in spasms afterwards. He pushed deeper, filling you up with a loud roar like sound, his hands moving to grab onto the fat of your ass and hips as he came. Pain and pleasure made your toes curl and a content sigh left you, your tail wagging against Price as he chuckled.

[dadsbongos]

boogie nights

part of the jjk movie marathon event / movie selection … warnings - reader has a vagene, p in v sex, coke can cock yuuta!!, pussydrunk yuuta also, yeah all i took from boogie nights was the big dick word count - 874 / rating - R

Yuuta is a purebred sucker. One of the hardest things in his life, now that he’s a special-grade sorcerer, is saying no. Especially to people like you, who bat their lashes and jut out their lips and really sell the apparent hopelessness you have without his help. So when his sweetest colleague, you, clings to his arm and begs him for training help, he can’t just refuse.

Not even when his friends grumble about how easy he is. Because yeah, maybe he is easy.

That’s why he gets hard so fast even though you’re meant to be sparring. And in hindsight, he should’ve thought it was odd that you made him go to your apartment instead of the grounds of jujutsu tech.

“I mean, it’s kind of endurance training, no?”

“Definitely not…” but despite his words and the fact this was obviously not what he signed up for, Yuuta is still carefully feeding the head of his cock into you, “Tell me if it starts hurting.”

“I can take it, Yuu,” you reach out and place a hand over one of his holding your thighs open, “I’m real strong, promise!”

“Thought you said you were weak earlier…” he hums to himself, pushing his hips forward and letting out a whiny breath as your wet cunt soaks his cock, “‘s why you needed me.”

You shake your head, hips squirming lower as if to force Yuuta inside you, “Need you for other reasons.”

“Sex?”

“And what comes after.”

Yuuta feels the heat build-up from his stomach, it scorches over his chest and rises all the way to his cheeks.

You hiss when he tries worming his hips even closer to yours and Yuuta feels his heart clench.

“I told you,” he huffs, “‘m too big for you. You’re all…”

You pout up at him, “All what?”

He shakes his head stiffly, refusing to answer.

You’re just such a princess. Demanding the most but entirely unable to handle it.

“Yuu,” you whine, bucking your hips up and squeaking at the resulting stretch.

“Let me do it, pretty girl,” Yuuta slicks his thumb with the juices you ooze around his tip before swiping it over your clit in circles, “You just lay back and relax, okay? Won’t fit if you’re not relaxed.”

Your hips keep popping up, though. Like a fitful rabbit, your skittish hops refuse to die down, making Yuuta slink more of himself inside you before pressing down on your tummy. His strong grip pins you to the bed and his eyes burn down at where the both of you connect. Your pussy is stretching wide to accommodate his girth and the sight makes his whole chest cinch. Now he’s the one needing to strap himself down, just so he doesn’t force the rest of his cock into you.

Little more than half remains and any uncertainty creeping up his neck is clouded by the sound of your tender moans and squish of your cunt when he thrusts forward.

Your thighs twitch and pitch up, knees clacking against his sides, as he slides further inside you. You whine lowly in your throat, lips strung in a pout. And maybe it’s a little mean, but Yuuta leans down to kiss you - hips flushing against yours with the movement. He can feel your moans vibrate against his lips, the sound floods his ears, and the scent of your perfume swarms him. You, you, you - he feels trapped.

He doesn’t want to escape.

The softness of your flesh melds perfectly against his palms - calloused and uglied by his years as a sorcerer. You don’t seem to mind.

He thinks he loves that. He thinks he loves you.

Your legs lock around Yuuta’s slim waist, hands scrambling into the sleeves of his uniform. Yuuta’s flushed red cock is stuffed inside you and in a foolish overestimation of your own skill, you were certain you’d be able to take him. And you were right!

But the drool already beginning to collect at the corner of your raw lips hints otherwise, as do your fluttering lashes and rolling eyes. You can take him, but you’re practically useless - limp and hanging as Yuuta works his cock in and out of your cunt.

His sweet eyes drift from where you leak over his dick to his thumb swishing wetly on your clit to your fucked out face. The sweet boy kisses you again, moving his lips from yours to your cheek to your neck before he nestles there. Panting hotly into your skin as he fucks you.

Sweat clings along the back of your neck, pools against the sheets below your back, dots your forehead. Yuuta’s cock is slick with your juices and each thrust is easier on your stretched hole than the last; his cock pops against the spot in your tummy that sends stars shooting over your vision.

And despite the heat and the sweat, you squeeze his hips even closer to yours and your nails dig into his arms, voice needy and crackly as you call out, “More! Right there, Yuu!”

Because, in a way, you hadn’t lied when you said you wanted to work out with Yuuta.

This was just very different from what he thought his purpose was.

[kannra21]

Pros of moving to Mephisto's mansion (let's say that he let you to suck-up to Diavolo lol, you're still a foolish human tho):

He's rich. The mansion is fucking huge!

It's just him and his little brother- so LOTS of privacy.

No family drama in the house. It's peaceful.

No stressing ab food bc no Beel. The fridge is always full.

New stress unlocked- he wants to eat something you don't want to (you want to eat simple bacon and eggs, he wants to eat Les cuisses de Grenouille wtf?? he thinks you're eating peasant food), so breakfast choice is always uncertain...

You bicker over stupid stuff like TV programs and et cetera. He's crossing his arms and hmphs in attitude. He's so annoying.

Cooking duties? Probably non-existent bc he has lesser demons to take care of it (though it would be kinda hot seeing Mepho in an apron tbh... what's wrong with you? you're thirsting for an idiot sandwich).

His bro is an angel tho, you love him. He called you "mom" by accident and you blushed, but it made Mepho feel some type of way. The thought of playing house, it's just too cute.

At first you hate him, but then you realize he's cranky and gloomy not bc of you, but bc of the back pain from sitting in his goddamn office all day and stressing himself out. If you offer him a back massage, he will change his opinion on you very quickly. In fact, he actually starts liking you more.

The longer you live with them, the more you learn about their everyday life and routine. Him and his bro have a habit of roasting marshmallows by the fire at night, Mephisto plays guitar or tells him stories. Sometimes they play fight and you warn him to go easy on his sibling. Mepho shows you canines and tells you what they're doing is perfectly natural bc it's important for a demon child's growth. He supports him in any kind of rough play. That's the way he was raised too. "Even a horse is choosing a strong, dominant owner he can depend on." You realize purebred demons are wilder than fallen angels. Fallen angels will never be real demons, in his theory. He's also prejudiced against humans bc of the whole power dynamic with pacts. But you're nice, so he doesn't mind you.

If you like Diavolo, congrats, you'll spend as much time with him as you want. Bc they're friends and he'll drag you everywhere with him.

Will spoil you rotten, but only if you behave... he's not so bad.

Will walk around the mansion shirtless just to mess with you. Bro doesn't understand why MC is so flustered for no reason. You tell him it's just a common cold, you go make some tea.

You prank him to take your revenge, like touching his bare neck with your ice-cold hands. You realize that he has a cute lady-like scream and you can't stop laughing. He gets grumpy and traps you in a big, tight hug to annoy you. You don't mind being held by him. Your confession made him melt.

One day you're lying in bed together, tangled in each other's limbs, talking. He says he loves you and that no rare version of Demonus could ever replace that feeling. If you ever decide to be with someone else, he'll understand, bc he behaved very badly towards you. He doesn't expect you to accept his apology bc he doesn't want your pity. He's a man, he's prideful, he has an image to maintain. But you're not pitying him. Being able to admit one's mistakes is an admirable trait. That's why you decide to give it a chance.

He wakes up and smells blood. He's panicking and asks you if you're OK, but you tell him you're on your period and that your stomach is hurting. The dude was almost in tears, shame on you. Goes to the pad's aisle and asks you what pussy size you wear. Now don't underestimate him, he's a very educated man. However, he grew up in a man's household and his mother never rly talked ab it, so it went over his head. Woman near him is holding her sides and laughing. He doesn't mind her, he thinks she's drunk or something. Buys everything from sanitary products, to painkillers, to chocolates. "Baby I'm coming home, just hang on for a bit!" He's afraid you're in danger of serious bloodloss. You facepalm. At least he's funny.

Before visiting his horses, he lectured you for the millionth time and gave you a long list of precautions, bc he doesn't want anything to happen to you or his horses. Yes, he's annoying, but that's bc he cares too much. He's not leaving any room for mistakes. These horses are huge and trust him when he tells you that they can hurt you. Long story short, they accepted you right away.

He gets overprotective of you when you talk with the brothers at RAD. Mammon won't take it well. He'll initiate a fight and Mepho won't hold back, so you have to interfere to stop the whole ruckus. And ofc they're annoyed bc "Why's he acting weird? He used to hate MC." He doesn't care about their confused looks, he cares that you arrive to your classes on time and that they don't pose a distraction to you. You assure him that they're your beloved boys you used to live with at HOL and that you have some catching up to do. He respects your decision and leaves you alone, bc he trusts you.

Although he loves private time with you, pls don't visit him too often in his office. He wants you to concentrate on your education and he wants you to pass those tests. It's not a problem, he'll spend his time with you at home.

He has a need to mark your neck or whatever part of your body that's visible to the outside world. It's primal, it's something that demons like to do. You don't want painful bruises all over your body so you suggest a pact as your best solution. He agrees, that's how you bonded to each other.

You enjoy Seductive speechcraft a little too much these days. You're taking it outside the classroom and people are either happy or upset about it. It's not your fault that your man radiates with such confidence and charisma.

He likes holding hands with you in public or even kissing, he hopes Lucifer is seeing it and secretly dying inside

You love and hate Mephisto. He's straightforward, bold and daring. Which can be rude and flattering at the same time. He wants you, and he wants others to know that they can't have you.

He wants to take you out to a nice restaurant so he suggests you put on your best outfit for the night. He even dressed his bro and gave him a cute little bow tie. It was the most adorable sight, you needed to take pictures. However, when Mephisto came out of the corner dressed in a three-piece suit which consists of a maroon blazer, black dress pants and a waistcoat of similar color that is paired with white dress shirt underneath, embedded with a golden tie bar clipped onto his black tie, it left you speechless. He stared at you too, you chose a nice black dress that flattered your figure and looked very elegant on you. You couldn't rly flirt since the kid was there so you just complimented each other. On your walk towards your location, Mephisto held his brother's hand or sometimes allowed him to sit on his shoulders (he's doting on him too much). They talked and laughed about random stuff and your eyes softened. You knew that he has a soft spot for kids, he looked like he could make for a good daddy someday. Your embarrassing thoughts got interrupted by him offering his hand to you, which you gladly took.

There are days where you play with his bro and spoil him more often than not. He's your son now. OK, Luke will always remain your no.1 son, but he has the honors of being your no.2 if that makes any sense. Mephisto is jealous of his own brother lol. You suggest your two sons meet and play together, but Mephisto is still sceptical of the angels. He doesn't trust them easily. You assure him that he has lots of things to learn from Luke and that he'd be a positive influence on him. He trusts you, as always.

People notice he's less cranky than he used to be. And all because of you. You're still bickering over stupid stuff tho. He'll kiss you to make up for it.

[ohbo-ohno]

I just want Reader to start subconsciously treating Soap the same way Simon does. Calling him a mutt and scruffing his neck, getting a fist full of his Mohawk and just shaking him by it when she’s displeased with him. God, I want to be mean to him so badly. Over spoiled purebred kitten behavior Vs the over excited fully body wagging mutt.

hahahaha i am NORMAL!!!! about this. perfectly sane and normal.

it's a slow process, but you've got to understand that johnny is so needy in day-to-day life that it comes off as submissive sometimes. there's only so much begging for attention a man can do before he's got to confront what's staring him in the eyes

it starts with you guiding his head when he eats you out. he could overpower you, but eating you out is usually a treat. so when your hand locks into his mohawk and guides his head how you like it, he listens. it's not much different than when simon does it.

there's a time when you're baking with them and you smack johnny's hand when he tries to sneak a little cookie dough. you don't even say anything, just a solid thwack before you go back to what you're doing.

you're having an argument, and he's getting all worked up and squirmy across the couch from you. you snap something mean like "of course the fucking mutt can't sit still"

he's got you on your stomach, face buried in the couch cushions, in seconds

cause here's the deal - he's not submissive to you sexually. he's submissive to simon sexually, but not you.

that doesn't stop him from whining like a whore when you tug him away from you by his hair. when you're reading and he wants snuggles, you plant a foot in his chest to push him away and he just kneels on the floor by your feet, stares up at you with stars in his eyes.

and simon doesn't help, at all. there are lots of times he takes your side in things. johnny wants you naked but you're cold and simon tugs him away, lets you keep his hoodie on. johnny wants to fuck you but you're sore and simon makes him eat your pussy, tells him to jack himself off if he's that needy

[kikiwooo]

Hello! This is my first time requesting to you, and I would like to request an Aamon x fem reader sfw and nsfw hc. If you're uncomfortable or not interested, feel free to ignore this and if you're interested and notices this, thank you so much for it. Hope you're feeling well and fine, and have a good day/noon/night!!♡

notes: sfw&nsfw, fem reader, would die to aamon mains without a second thought 💙 good day to you too as well anon ! reblogs r greatly appreciated❣

© @/kikiwooo

SFW

Under his cold and ruthless facade Aamon is an passionate lover. Even if being the Duke is a busy and tiring job, he won't let you go off without any affection for the day. When passing through each other, Aamon will slide his arm around your waist and pull you for a side hug and give you a forehead kiss.

The Duke takes care of his wife with the utmost care and attention and it makes other women burn in jealousy because of how much a great husband he is. Aamon is the perfect men, he's protective, gentle and loving, he's the perfect husband, of course others would want him too. Don't ever doubt his love for you, of course, if you don't want to stand still for the next 30min with Aamon cradling your face, looking deep into your eyes and telling you that he loves you over and over. I wouldn't mind✋

Aamon will make you wear the most expensive clothes, what, the money is not important you know. Seeing the smile that spreads on your pretty lips just makes his entire day. Want a pet? The Duke will make sure that an purebred of your choice of an animal will appear the next day in your shared bedroom. Any specific food, fruit or snack you desire? There's a whole fridge reserved just for the Duke's wife. Plus, the chiefs would make anything you want in just minutes, just say the word.

NSFW

Aamon keeps his emotions and frustrations to himself, effectively boiling them inside just like a volcano. Therefore he has to let those out behind closed doors, no?

Aamon is a kind guy at heart, he'd never do things that would hurt his beloved wife in any way. He always puts your pleasure before his, Aamon will have you cum under him two or three times before he comes himself. But even this gentleman has his limits, there are times where Aamon just pounds into you mindlessly, letting out grunts and heavy breathes. The way your walls squeeze around his dick just makes him lose his mind.

The mere thought of starting a family with you and continuing the family's name with you aka breeding kink go brrrr

His adrenaline rises and makes his hips sharply snap against yours making both of you moan out loud. His arms holding you down as his dick pounds into your pussy sloppily over and over, it goes deeper and deeper.

" Take it all, take it all...that's it..don't let a drop escape darling..~"

[pynkchampagne]

🖤🧡 Lestober Day 13: Share your favorite lyrics from your top five songs from Les projects of your choice. Why do you like them? Or be brave and share your favorite lyrics from five shuffled songs!

Five Shuffled Songs: Rumble of the Diesel // Tyranny of the Hunt // Iowan Gal // Harold of the Rocks // Moron TV

Expanded under the cut. ⬇️🎃

Rumble of the Diesel : Les Claypool

I like to keep it simple; it helps to keep me sane

I like floating in the ocean it nullifies the pain

Hmm, this one is harder- all the story ones are harder. Les’ songs are not often like Lana’s where I can just pick out a line like “oh this is so pretty” or “oh I relate”. Maybe I could have with my favorite songs. I picked this pair of lines because I like the imagery. This is a nice song, goes with his blue collar roots, talking about fishing albacore, which he loves to do. I like to think he’s speaking for himself here and how he finds peace on the water. Makes me want to go out on a boat. 

Tyranny of the Hunt : Colonel Claypool’s Bucket of Bernie Brains

A Petaluma man

Showed his gal a trick

He took a needle full of cocaine

And he shot it in his prick

They say he got the gangrene

The pain it wouldn't stop

And when he took a hot bath that night

His pecker floated to the top

I mean I had to include this whole section, because Les just has such a way with words, with storytelling. Lol, I think he’s funny. This is a good example of one of his humorous lyrics. Loves singing about fucked up dudes. This is the best part of the song tbh. I love when he says sex words, hehe. I wonder if he heard a story about this, scribbled it down, like ‘oh this has got to go in a song, cocaine in his dick!?’

Iowan Gal : Les Claypool

She's got a round bottom I like to spank it

She quilt me up a cashmere blanket

Pretty as a picture, happy as a clam

Pinch me and tell me how lucky I am

You may try to win her but you never will pal

My purebred, cornfed Iowan gal

Jesus this whole song makes me, like, blush. It’s about his wife, holy shit. Ughhh, of course shuffle would land on this. I mean, I have to pick the part where he talks about spanking her ass, right?? I’ve talked about it on this blog before. Talking about how much he loves her. How lucky he is and how possessive he is over her. How happy he is with her. I’m gonna cry. This whole song is so sweet…and…y’know. Damn. (Chaney signed off on one of her posts one time with something like ‘from this Iowan Girl’ and I’m sick.)

Harold of the Rocks : Primus

It was a weekend's eve

I had sex on my breath

I was looking for something to see

What are the odds of getting two songs I’ve mentioned on here before? Again, I’m picking the sex lyrics because I’m shallow. This is another story song about a guy he knew. Fucked up dudes on drugs, his favorite subject matter. This lyric is my evidence that he loves eating pussy. Okay. Thank you. Next.

Moron TV : Primus

Just when I thought I'd seen it all

They pull a cretin from the shelves

And flash that filth under their nails

To make us feel better about ourselves

First, wow, just fucking realized he’s saying “more on TV” than “Moron TV”, because I’m an idiot. He’s so clever, what nice word play. I like this lyric because of the visceral imagery. He’s got a very nice vocabulary. I like the commentary of how shitty reality TV is and how networks take advantage of vulnerable/stupid people to sell ads and shit. I like when he expresses his opinions in his work. I tend to agree with him on most things. 

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

First of all fuck u second of all "purebred pussy" is oddly one of the hottest things ive ever heard, third of all fuck u and fourth of all you can plan my funeral, or maybe ill plan urs SINCE U DIDNT EVEN TAG ME OR ANYTHING I AM SO OFFENDES U KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT HYBRID JUNHUI

AKSJFJIFEURHE I'M SORRY FOR NOT TAGGING YOU IT WASN'T INTENTIONAL ISTG😭🙏

[minnaci]

creampied pussy call that a purebred kitty

[azsazz]

Fall into Night

Azriel x Reader x Eris

Summary: Eris finds you and Azriel in a compromising position before the High Lord’s meeting...or maybe he was asked to find you.

Warnings: SMUT! Threesome.

Word Count: 1,684

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You definitely didn’t have time for this.

But was that going to stop you and Azriel?

Absolutely not.

An important meeting with all of the High Lord’s was due to start in an hour's time and your mate – sneaky thing he is – had seduced you easily, claiming that it was your fault for looking so devastatingly good all dressed up for the gathering.

He smirks as he hears footsteps headed your way, a familiar arrogant stalk through the halls. He had sent word for the male to come early, to speak of the alliance shared between the two courts. 

Your legs are wrapped around Azriel’s trim waist as he pushes in agonizingly slowly, causing you to arch off of the hardwood desk, head falling lax over the edge, throat exposed to your mate who takes advantage of the unmarked skin, nipping and sucking his name into your neck. Your moan is absolutely sinful and it rings through the newcomer's ears, his bones rattling with it as he halts in place, at the sight of you and the spymaster in this compromising position.

Azriel lifts his head from your throat, his harsh breath sending shivers across your wet skin. His eyes are filled with arousal, pupils blown wide as he smirks up at the autumn princeling. His fingertips dig into your hips harsher, your legs clenching tighter around him, each digit forming bruises in their wake. 

The shadowsinger could admit to the obvious beauty of the autumn native, with his silky auburn hair, styled to perfection atop his head, his angular features, perfectly proportional on his face, pink lips and rosy cheeks like the winter wind of the Night Court was a touch too harsh for his delicate porcelain skin.

Azriel has to bite back the wicked grin tugging at his lips as he sees Eris not as that arrogant, cocky, purebred royal, but as a stunned, confused, and aroused heir to the throne.

You seemed to have that effect on lots of males.

Your prolonged keen ends, plunging the room into silence. Azriel’s not moving and you’ll be damned if he’s on another one of his edging sprees. You don’t have the time, the meeting with all of the High Lords will be starting soon. 

Opening your mouth to complain to your mate you swear instead, peeking your eyes open only to catch sight of Eris Vanserra, eyes glued to the scene before him, his cock throbbing in his tight riding pants.

You swing your head up, glaring at Azriel, about to reprimand him but a quick jerk of his hips has you melting back into the desk, eyes rolling back in your head, mouth open in a quiet gasp.

He looks down at you, kissing you to draw your attention back to him, a silent question in his eyes, whether this is something you want to do or not. A single bob of your head and his gaze darkens. His lips drag down your body as he stands to his full height, commanding your attention as he speaks, “I don’t want to hear another males name out of your pretty fucking mouth except for mine, you hear?” 

Your pussy throbs at the sheer assertiveness in his voice and you exhale harshly, “Yes.”

The shadowsinger looks down to the male standing stock still in the doorway. “It seems like my mate needs her mouth full,” Az says, a slight smirk on his face as he watches Eris with a predatory glint in his eyes. His delicate touch snakes up your torso, tweaking one of your nipples as he speaks and your mouth opens with an inviting gasp.

The early morning autumn frost in Eris’ amber eyes melts away into fiery desire as he stalks closer, joining you and your mate near the desk. He can’t stop looking at your parted lips, mouth open in a perfect ‘o,’ waiting for him to stick his cock into.

He glances at the shadowsinger once more, an unsure look in his eyes. But you have made up your mind and your mate will respect that, nodding slightly to the lordling. You watch upside down as he unbuckles his pants hastily, fingers fumbling with the brass clasp. Az starts moving, agonizingly slowly, pulling out and then pushing back in. The drag of his cock is incredible and you hum in approval, eyes fluttering shut.

Azriels hips stutter when Eris unsheathes his impressive cock from his trousers. You jolt as he presses the tip against your lips, sweeping across your mouth until you poke your tongue out, getting your first taste of him.

Eris releases a shaky exhale as you tongue over his slit. He’s already hard and throbbing, the sight of the stunning mate of the shadowsinger arched so beautifully, your sounds like a symphony of euphoria. 

“Open up,” Azriel croons, hazel eyes lit with intrigue. He’s burning with envy as your mouth falls open, accepting the autumn males cock like you were made for it, Eris’ grunt ignites something within him. He’s a jealous male through and through, but for you, he’d do anything.

So he busies himself by making you feel good the way he knows how. He fucks into you, hands gripping you like a lifeline, the sound of you choking on Eris’ cock spurring him to move faster.

Your guest seems to be in a trance, looking down at you like a deity brought to his doorstep. He licks his lips as you work, skilled tongue swirling around his prick sensually. All he wants to do is grab your head in his hands a fuck into your mouth with abandon, the urge like lightening underneath his skin.

Azriel’s answering growl has you shuddering against the table, walls clenching tighter around him, cutting his warning off with a hiss instead, pulling you further onto his cock. His shadows snake around Eris’ wrists as he moves to grasp your throat, pinning them harshly to the desk, keeping them away from you. 

Each thrust from your mate sends you further up the shaft of the Autumn heir. His balls slap against your face and it’s arousing to feel that heavy weight in your mouth and pounding into you at the same time. Choking on his length, your gurgling and gagging has him nearing his edge.

Eris is stuck watching how well you take his cock, his hands chained to the desk. He glares up at the shadowsinger, eyes hungry and wild with annoyance, but he exhales sharply when you do something wicked with your tongue, head hanging between his lithe shoulders as his abdomen contorts with pleasure, trying to hold himself back as long as he can.

The pure machismo in the air is electrifying and it makes you throb with pleasure, the feeling licking up your spine as you writhe, clenching around your mates prick while you mouth at Eris’ cock, gasping for a half-breath when he pulls out far enough. You claw at the desk in pleasure, wishing it were one of their flesh instead, the smooth surface unsatisfying to your scrambling fingers.

Azriel lifts one of your legs upwards, sinking in deeper and the new position has that familiar fire in your abdomen raging hot like you’re branding both males. Your mate feels your pleasure, a warm glow coiling in his own gut, and his wings flare wide as he tosses his head back, biting back all of the sounds he wants to make because he doesn’t want the son of a Lord of a different court hearing him at his weakest.

He lasts longer than Eris, who burns through Azriel’s shadows with ease, the smell of charred wood hitting the back of your throat before he does one last time, pulling out of your mouth and wrapping a hand around himself. He comes with a grunt, ribbons of his orgasm painting across your mouth, chin, dancing down the column of your throat. Your lips are red and swollen and you look every bit of well fucked as you come undone yourself, your moan ragged as your orgasm ripps through your body, clenching around your mate, pushing him into the brink of climax.

Heavy breathing is the only sound in the room. You whine when Azriel slowly pulls out, but then he’s leaning over you and tenderly swiping up some of Eris’ come with his tongue, then presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

Then he’s back to his act of the spymaster of the Night Court, all mighty and powerful as he straightens, wings flaring in warning as he stares down the Autumn male with a glare.

“Get yourself cleaned up Eris,” Azriel says to the dazed male, sated with his orgasm. “And stop looking at my mate like that.”

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You’d barely made it to the meeting. Az had fucked you again in the washing room after Eris had left, as he wanted no trace of the Autumn Court male left on you when he was finished, lest someone scent him on you at the meeting. You could only grin to yourself at his response, your jealous mate would always remind you who fucked you better.

You slip into your seat next to Cassian while avoiding all eye contact with the autumn royal who just had his cock stuffed down your throat. 

The general is about to greet you when he catches a whiff of your scent, choking on a laugh as he leans forward to look around you to Azriel who is sitting on your other side. The spymaster  growls low in warning and Cassian puts his hands up in surrender, a feline smile pulling at his mouth as he leans back into his seat.

Your cheeks burn and you slouch slightly in your seat before remembering who you serve. Straightening your posture one of Azriel’s shadows swirls around your ear, carrying whispers of reassurance and affirmations that make you relax slightly.

Until Cassian leans down close to you as Beron starts his speech, mumbling amusedly in your ear, “We might just be able to sway the Autumn Court yet, (Y/N).”

[sweeterthanthis]

Your Filthy Heart

Part Five: Hearts That Pound Like Yours

Your Filthy Heart Masterlist

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x 18+F!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes doesn't have a heart, that's what they say. And then there was you.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Stepdad trope/daddy kink, infidelity, angst, allusions to arson and fire, fraud, absent fathers, mentions of prescription sleeping aids, mentions of past drug use and present alcohol misuse, dishonesty, fingering, blow jobs, vaginal sex, degradation, hidden feelings, and...fluff? 18+ (This gets very angsty in parts, lovelies.)

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

A/N: Thank you so much to my wonderful beta's @msmarvelwrites and @navybrat817. All mistakes are still my own 💕

Every morning starts the same way for Bucky Barnes. He wakes up at 05.30 - early enough to avoid the desperate advances of his wife. She doesn't rise until at least 09.00, too groggy and fucked up from her sleeping pills to stir before then. 

He showers, fixes his hair, makes sure every part of him is immaculate before he leaves the house. Appearance is everything to Bucky. It's how he's come so far in life, making sure to portray an image that most women would fall to their knees for. 

It's 06.15 by the time he's ready, making his way down the hall towards the stairs. He always makes a stop along the way at the weekend, though. You sleep like the dead - never notice him standing in the doorway of your bedroom, taking in the sweet sight of you deep in slumber. 

Bucky met his wife for the first time at the local country club. Of course he did. It was the perfect location for the kind of woman he was looking for. The kind of woman who leeches off her rich daddy while she awaits her hefty inheritance, and has no qualms flashing the cash. It wasn't until their fifth date that she divulged her real age - or the fact that she had a daughter. 

It set him on edge a little, made what he was trying to achieve that much more difficult - but it didn't make it impossible. He'd just have to work a little harder. 

He didn't expect you though, blood rushing to his cock at first sight. You weren't part of the plan, but as much as Bucky tried to distract himself from you, in the end he simply couldn't resist. 

He felt zero shame in having fucked you for the first time on his wedding day - couldn't give two solitary fucks about his marriage vows. They were bullshit anyway, and the whole time, all he'd been thinking about was how fucking tight your pussy would feel wrapped around his dick. 

And oh, how right he was. 

From the very first moment he felt your velvet heat around him, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from pursuing you. Eight months later and he can barely stand to go a day without touching it, tasting it - fucking it. 

Bucky Barnes doesn't have a heart. That's what they say. The ones he's wronged. He's just a hollow, purebred asshole. Only out for what he can get in life. Nothing more, nothing less. 

They're right. Every word they say is true. And he convinces himself of that every time his lips land on yours, every time he risks it all just to get a taste. You're disposable. A commodity. A tight body to entertain him when he's tired of pretending to lust after his wife.

The first time you sucked his cock - really sucked it - took your time with it, and worshipped every inch of it with that hot little mouth, Bucky knew he was fucked. 

The sight of you down on your knees for him on the bathroom floor, glassy eyes gazing up at him as you swallowed him down? It was fucking glorious. He loved how eager you were to please him, how you forced your head down until you were spluttering around the base of him, the drool spilling from your swollen lips as you hummed your arousal around him? Totally fucked. 

“Am I making you feel good, daddy?” You asked him, jerking his sloppy cock in your hand, the flat of your tongue lathing against his smooth ball sac. 

Fuck, those pretty eyes. The desperate need to please him emblazoned all over your perfect features.

“Even down on your knees like my little whore, you still look like a fuckin’ angel,” he praised, stroking your cheek with the backs of his knuckles. You worshipped his cock like you needed it to breathe that night, didn’t care one bit that the obscene, messy sounds bouncing off the bathroom walls were anything but explainable. 

“Want you to come in my throat, daddy. Need it,” you whispered, tapping the tip of his cock against your cheek before sucking him back into your eager mouth - hollowing your cheeks and taking pride in just how deep you could take him. 

"Suck it down, princess. That's it," he hissed, gripping the back of your head and holding you in place; his dick pulsing against your tongue and threatening to erupt at any moment. "Good fuckin' girl." 

Your throat constricting around the crown of his cock had his knees trembling, desperate, breathy whimpers fleeing from his traitorous mouth, so fucking content with his cock stuffed between your lips.

You swallowed every drop of his spend with pleasure, caught the stray droplets that fell from your mouth with your thumb and suckled on it hungrily. Bucky had never seen a more sinful sight in his life. 

You knocked him dizzy that night, proved that you couldn't resist him now that you'd had a taste. He hadn't been able to resist you since that first night - the first time he'd kissed you in the kitchen. You'd driven him crazy from the minute he'd met you, but regardless of the animalistic pull he felt towards you, you were just a set of holes to fuck.

That's what he tells himself as he stands in your bedroom doorway every Saturday morning, enjoying the perfect picture of serenity before him. You let out a particularly loud snort as you roll over in bed, and he stifles a laugh - resisting the urge to cover up the exposed flesh of your hip with your blanket. 

He doesn't, of course. Instead, shaking his head and pulling your door closed with a quiet click. It's not hard for him to shake off the overwhelming rush of affection. Bucky's been doing it all his life. Shoving down the desire to settle down for real, have a family of his own, making an honest living. 

Like father, like son - that's what his Mom told him last time he dared to go home for the Holidays. 

Bucky's father walked out on him and his sisters when he was just 7 years old. Went to work one day, and didn't come back. His Mom worked two jobs to keep a roof over their heads and food in their bellies. 

Looking at him now, you'd think he was a typical jock back in high school but that couldn't be further from the truth. Bucky was a quiet kid, the smartest in his class - in every class. He kept himself to himself, graduated high school with excellent grades and a scholarship to Brown University. 

His Mom was so proud that day. He'll never forget the look on her face when he walked up to collect his diploma - all smiles and tears, telling anyone who'd listen 'that's my boy, and he's going to change the world.'

Bucky even started to believe that himself - that he'd go to college, get himself an internship at a biochemical engineering company, rise up through the ranks and make something of himself. Look after his Mom and sisters the way his Dad never did.

His Mom insisted on making a big deal of his achievements, inviting half the neighbourhood to his graduation party. And that's when life imploded right in his face. His Dad rocked up out of the blue just before the cake, walking right up to him and patting him on the back as if he'd never been gone. 

Bucky hardly recognised him. Long gone were the dirty laboring trousers and torn up vests. No. Bucky's Dad walked back into his life dressed in full Armani, dripping with gaudy jewellery and a pocket full of cash. 

He made no explanation as to where he'd been or why he'd left, and most importantly, why he'd chosen to come back. 

Bucky's Mother made it quite clear he wasn't welcome, that he could take his guilt money and crawl back under the rock he came from, but he was persistent; and Bucky had to give him credit for that, at least. 

It didn't take him that long to worm his way back in, showering the girls with gifts and delivering a fresh set of white roses - his Mom's favourite - every day until all was seemingly forgiven. 

That summer changed everything. The resentment Bucky felt towards his family for allowing his piece of trash Father to just waltz back in and play happy families once again was too much for him to deal with. 

Bucky had never been one for parties, for getting tanked up on booze and whatever else was being handed around - but that summer he found himself drowning in his own hatred. 

He'd never forget the night that changed it all. 

The image of his Mother standing on the front lawn in her smoke-marred nightgown, the girls huddled on the curbside, carbon monoxide burning in his lungs and the flashing blue lights that made his drug-addled mind spin of it's axis.

The sound of his Sisters' sobs still ring in his ears every night as he wills himself to sleep. Bucky never shrugged away from the guilt over the years, instead letting it eat him up until there was nothing left but self loathing and a cold, shattered heart beating robotically in his chest. 

It's not something he allows himself to think about in the cold light of day. He eats his breakfast, and reads the paper like he could give two shits about what's going on in the world. 

He leaves the house, Monday to Friday, at 8.30am sharp. 9am on Saturdays. It's all part of keeping up the facade, of course. A regular routine that not a single soul would question. He worked in the city anyway, right? That’s what his wife thought. It’s what his stepdaughter thought, too. The fact of the matter is, Bucky’s job was his new found family. It wasn’t hard to convince them. Not with the fancy car, the expensive suits, and the air of sheer, unbridled confidence he’d managed to perfect over time. 

The truth of the matter? Bucky Barnes has spent the last fifteen years making a living off of other people's trusting, gullible nature. His Mother reminded him every day for almost six years after that night that he was no better than his Father. So, Bucky decided to be just that.

A con man, just like him. 

Sunday nights are the hardest for Bucky. All he wants to do is wrap himself up in you and forget the fallacies of his marriage. You head back to college every Monday morning at 7am sharp. That fucker, Parker, is never late. The last thing he wants to be doing is having a bland, poorly cooked dinner, playing at happy families with his wife. 

Bucky watches you from his seat at the head of the dining table, the sound of his wife’s excitable rambling drowned out by the blood thumping in his eardrums. Bucky will never tell you how much you rile him up, won’t let slip that he thinks you look your best fresh out of the shower - fresh faced and dressed down in an oversized t-shirt and leggings. 

He’d never tell you that he’s not too proud to inhale the scent of your coconut conditioner straight from the bottle when you’re away during the week, that he pumps his cock furiously in his fist every single morning in the shower - imagines that it’s your perfect cunt that he’s fucking, not the palm of his hand. 

“What do you think about that, darling?” His wife’s sickly sweet tone pulls him from his thoughts, and he flashes her that megawatt smile that she’s so used to seeing plastered on his face. Bucky knows he doesn’t love her, but he can’t help but wonder if she feels anything but greed for him at all. He doesn’t care, of course. It makes no difference to him. A job is a job. 

"Sorry doll," he apologises, wiping the corners of his mouth with his napkin and taking a sip of his brandy before continuing, "in a world of my own over here."

"He's been so distracted lately, honey," she tells you, pouring another glass of chardonnay, "I keep telling him he works too hard, but he won't hear a word of it." 

Bucky looks at you, his brow furrowing slightly as he watches you push your green beans around on your plate with the prongs of your fork, muttering an acknowledgement under your breath. 

It's moments like this when he feels like a piece of shit. Feels it deep down in his gut, makes his chest tighten and his heartbeat stutter. You look tired. He can see the dark circles forming beneath your eyes, the way your shoulders hunch over and your eyelids droop every now and again. 

Bucky knows you don't get a lot of sleep. He knows this because he doesn't either. He spends half the night staring at the ceiling most of the time, and when it gets to 2am and he's still restless? Well, he'll never tell you the nights he's made the 90 minute journey, the hours he's spent parked outside your dorm, staring up at the dim light of your lamp through the window three floors up, first on the left. 

"Sweetheart, you look like you're about to fall asleep in your mashed potatoes," your Mother chuckles, oblivious to the ever present tension and awkwardness, "why don't you take yourself up to bed, hmm? Get an early night. I'm sure Bucky and I can let you miss movie night just this once." 

Bucky noticed pretty early on in his 'relationship' that your Mother seemed to treat you like a child. The more he came to know about your family history, your upbringing, and the emotional neglect you suffered at the hands of your Mom, the more it made sense. Bucky wondered if she was trying to make up for it now, now that she'd seemingly bagged herself a rich husband and convinced herself that she could pull off the role of the perfect housewife. 

You look up at him momentarily before turning your head to your Mom, nodding in agreement and standing up to leave the table. 

"Goodnight," you mutter to them both, your gaze lingering a little longer on him than necessary. He can't make out the sentiment behind it, but he can tell by the way you chew on that bottom lip that you're struggling with something. 

He tries not to let his eyes follow you as you leave the room, tries to ignore the way your ass moves in those leggings when you climb the stairs. He can feel his dick twitch in his pants at the sight of it, knows how soft that ass feels in his hands. 

"Just you and me tonight then, huh?" His wife purrs, leaning in closer and nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. It makes Bucky feel nauseous. Makes him want to scream. He doesn't, instead kissing the top of her head and forcing a hum of approval. 

Bucky knows he'll be spending the rest of the night listening to her drunken ramblings, and knows that he'll let her pass out on the sofa before making his way quietly upstairs. It's the same routine every Sunday night. She never makes it half an hour into a movie before she's slumped against the cushions, deep in slumber and dead to the world until just before sunrise when she finally drags her ass to bed. 

He makes his way up the staircase and comes to a halt as he reaches the second door on the right - your bedroom. You usually leave it open a crack, a silent invitation for him to join you in the dead of night, with only the moon and the stars awake to judge you. 

Bucky steps inside, can see the outline of your form beneath the comforter and your arm tucked beneath your pillow. The soft, steady breaths that leave your lips tell him that you're asleep. He knows you need to rest, knows that he should leave you be and let you sleep. But it's Sunday night, and he can't help himself. 

He walks to your bedside and cocks his head to the left to take in the sight of your relaxed features in the shadows of the dark room - those pretty lips he loves so much just crying out to be kissed. 

He remembers the first night he paid you a visit after the wedding. His cock throbs in his sweats at the memory and it takes everything in him not to bury himself inside you as you sleep.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, look at this pussy takin' my fingers so well," Bucky praised, mesmerised by the image of your tight hole sucking his fingers deeper, "such a greedy girl." 

Your naked body splayed out in front of him, hips grinding down desperately against his knuckles as you rode out your orgasm - he could have sworn you were sent to test him. He knew he was risking it all, everything he'd worked for over the past year, for some forbidden fruit. But oh, how sweet that fruit was. How ripe and pure. 

"Please Bucky," you sobbed, and a harsh and unforgiving slap to the inside of your thigh at the slip up had you correcting yourself instantly. "Daddy. Want your cock, need you to fuck me. Please, just fuck me." 

The way you begged through ragged breaths made his stomach tighten, made him want to pound the shit out of you and make sure you could feel him for days after. 

But the soft pleas and sweet whispers he earned from your lips when he teased you? Made you so fucking soft beneath him with his fingers in your cunt and his mouth nipping at your neck? That made it easy for him to take his time. 

"Want this pussy nice'n ready for me, princess. Make it all sloppy and wet for daddy's dick," he growled against your ear, curling his fingers back up against that spongey, soft spot inside you. "One more for me. Give daddy one more, and I'll give you what you're hungry for."

You shattered against the mattress moments later, his digits slick from your climax and his length straining to the point of pain. 

Bucky loved the look on your face as he stretched you out, could have sworn he'd never been happier, to know that you were satisfied by him, by the way your sensitive walls gripped his cock the way they did. 

He found himself staring down at you for just a little too long, gazing down at you through hazy, lustful eyes; transfixed by your face and the way your eyes rolled back at the sensation of the blissful burn at your core. 

"Daddy?" You whispered, shaking him of his trance-like state and bringing him back to the moment, "dad-oh!"

Bucky shoved it down. That feeling bubbling in his chest. Bucky Barnes didn't feel. He couldn't. Wasn't capable of it.

"Take daddy's dick. S'what you were made for," he spat viciously. He couldn't lie and say he didn't get a kick out of your willingness to do exactly as he told you. But the careless comments? The degradation and humiliation of it all? It was all he could do to cover up the cracks beginning to form throughout the rock hard shell he'd spent so long trying to reinforce. 

Bucky pounded himself halfway to heaven and back that night, made a mess of your body and left you a boneless heap in the middle of your mattress. Not even so much as a kiss goodnight, and he was gone. 

And for the first time in a long time that night, Bucky felt an emotion he thought he'd long since forgotten. 

Guilt.

"What're you doin'?" You mumble, eyes still tight shut and your body shuffling a little under the comforter. You're halfway between awake and dream, and Bucky can't help but smile down at you. "M'so tired."

You pull your hands out from beneath the covers and hold them out lazily for him, for an embrace that's as far from sexual as it can get. 

He stands there frozen. There's only one reason he comes to this room, one reason he can't stay away. It's a mantra he repeats over and over in his mind when his thoughts get too loud. Too intimate. 

"Please Buck," you whisper sleepily, wiggling your fingers and motioning for him to find his place in your arms. 

There's a reason Bucky likes it when you call him 'daddy'. Okay, there's two reasons. It sounds so fucking sinful falling from your lips the way it does. He'll never get tired of hearing it. But the main reason? Having you crying out his name beneath him? The nickname his mother gave him as a child? It was too personal for Bucky. Made him vulnerable in a way he could barely stand. 

He doesn't have it in him to scold you. You look so soft, your arms beckoning him in, and that tired, little pout on your lips. Bucky lets out a sigh, dragging his palm over his face before perching on the edge of the bed, your hand instantly curling around his bicep to pull him closer. 

"Not close 'nough," you mumble sleepily, nuzzling your face against his thigh. 

Bucky can feel his hands shaking, knows there's a line he's about to cross that he swore to himself he wouldn't even get close to - yet, he can't help himself. He shifts his position, shuffling up the bed and resting his back up against the headboard; his feet still cautiously planted on the floor. 

"Don't bite," you huff, wrapping an arm across his midsection and gripping his t-shirt with your fingers, tugging lazily on the thin material and urging him closer. 

"Christ," Bucky whispers, more to himself than you, swinging his legs up onto the bed and turning to face you - elbow resting against the pillow as you nuzzle into the warmth of his chest. 

He feels like a fucking high schooler again, doesn't know where to put his hand, can feel his heart pounding against his chest cavity as the scent of you floods his nostrils. Of course there's physical affection between the two of you. Bucky often finds himself pulling you onto his chest after he's fucked you stupid. Somehow this feels different, and he hates how much he likes it. Hates how much he craves the idea of slipping beneath the covers with you, keeping you close and holding you until you fall asleep. 

You let out an unexpected giggle, your eyes still closed and your cheek pressed against his chest. "'Kinda name is Bucky anyway?" 

He huffs a laugh, relaxing a little as he sinks down further onto the bed; draping his arm across your waist and allowing you to snuggle in closer. "You can blame my Mom for that one."

Bucky doesn't know why he said it. Doesn't understand how it slipped out so easily, or why he feels the urge to even share that information with you. His fingertips draw lazy circles on your back as he ponders it, the heat from your body making his flesh tingle and his mouth water. 

It's quiet for a moment, the two of you content simply basking in each other's physical presence. And then you open your mouth, and Bucky's heart almost leaps out of his chest. 

"What's your Mom like?" 

He doesn't know what to say. Doesn't know how to skirt around the fact that his Mother hates him so much, she can't even stand to be in the same room as him for more than five minutes. Your eyelids flutter open, tilting your head back to look at him and reaching up to trace his jawline with your fingers. 

"Tell me something. Anything," you encourage, watching his brow furrow thoughtfully as he rolls onto his back, hauling your exhausted body up and draping your leg over his stomach. He's pretty sure he could spend every night with you, like this. 

"Her name is Winnie," he tells you, your soft hum of acknowledgement warm against the hollow of his throat. 

The air falls silent once again, and the little half-snore that escapes your nose has Bucky smiling like a man besotted. He's glad your eyes are closed. Doesn't want you to see the look on his face. Bucky Barnes is fucked. 

"Stay with me 'til I fall asleep?" You ask him, and he thinks he might melt right there on the spot. 

"I can do that," he tells you, his lips finding your forehead. Can't bring himself to do what he's trained himself for, to shove those intimate feelings back down and walk away. 

He hears the uttering of a thank you as you sigh contentedly into his chest, your breaths evening out almost instantly as you drift off in his arms. 

For the first time in fifteen years, Bucky allows himself to feel - letting the warmth swim in his veins and swallowing down the lump in his throat; your body sagging against his. 

"Sweet dreams, princess." 

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[searenbound]

Hi there! I’m interested in adopting a wolf Katsuki😍

Coming right up!

Warnings:described vaginal sex, talking about knots, minor degradation kink, swearing

Pairing wolf hybrid! Katsuki Bakugou x reader

It was honestly a surprise for there to be a wolf there. They’re so rare, even a half breed would’ve been a shock. A purebred though? A proud, strong, handsome purebred like him? Practically a miracle to find in a cozy little adoption center.

Wolf hybrids were hard to bring into the world, far too independent and preferring a bonded mate of their own choice and in this case, far too temperamental.

They had been quick to sign the paperwork, unbothered by the eagerness to get rid of such a beautiful creature. It wasn’t until they had gotten him home and allowed him to settle that they realized the problem.

Katsuki Bakugou is an asshole.

Rude and quick to snap. Thinking he owned the place and getting aggressive when he smelled something off. Demanding an expensive diet of high end meats and throwing fits when he was told no. Pushing them away when they tried to show affection because he didn’t want it.

So imagine their surprise when suddenly their independent hybrid started to whine at them for affection? Suddenly attempting to scent and groom them. Staying right at their side when going for walks.

It’s too much of change. There’s gotta be a reason for this right?

Oh was there

“K-Katsuki, g-gonna, gonna cum”.

Quick goggle search and find out he’s been trying to bond with them.

“Huh? Already? So fucking sensitive, gonna cum all over my cock yeah?” he snarled, grip on their plush hips tightening and leaving bruises. “Haven’t even given you this knot yet, bet your little cunt can’t even take it” he groaned, chuckling at the whiny pleas for him to knot them so they can prove him wrong.

“Just d-do it, fucking knot me please. Knot me Katsu” he scoffed at that. Leaning over them and pressing kisses to their temple while his hand moved to their neck, squeezing gently “Gotta prove your slutty pussy’s worth it, go ahead and cum for me”.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

All my kitty!lino AUs

Warnings: prostitution, slavery. 

AU 1:

minho is a prized breeding kitty that you're hired to guard as he is a very rare and pure breed and having him breed other pure kitties makes for very profitable offspring

as a result of being treated like royalty all his life, he's super rude to you, a common guard dog

he's always snarky with you and he never listens and you have enough of it one day

you push him down to the floor, your teeth grazing against his delicate neck, showing him that you were not someone to be trampled on

"that's right. you have nothing to say now, brat." you growl, sitting up to look at the frightened kitty

but as you sit back, your ass comes into contact with his boner

arching an eyebrow, you smirk and roll your hips over his clothed dick "now what do we have here?"

minho stays silent, frowning but not making any attempt to push you off

"don't tell me you like this." you tease him, grinding against him harder and pulling breathy little moans from his pouty lips "kitty likes it when I'm mean to him?"

"Yeah you like that pretty kitty? Are you gonna make a mess in your pants for me? Good boy."

you make him cum like that without even touching his dick

minho is shameless after that brazenly getting on your nerves so you'd punish him

he gets so needy that now you're getting him off on the daily, letting him hump your thighs to get off while you degrade him

his insatiable need would be bad enough but now he's outright refusing to breed the cat hybrids anymore

no matter how many times you try to convince the stubborn idiot that he's going to draw attention and ruin you both, he still refuses

until finally you make a deal with him that you'll have sex with him if he continues breeding the cats

he's not fully convinced. why would he waste his seed on other women when you were right there?

"because I'm not your kind, you stupid cat."

but minho doesn't care. all he cares about is getting to breed you

"Fuck you're burning up. Are you going into heat over this? Dumb little kitten thinks he can put babies in my belly."

your words only make him fuck you harder as if he could do it if he tried hard enough

AU 2:

he's the prince's very picky kitty, rarely is a cat good enough for him. he rarely mates at all and the prince doesn't understand it one bit

one day they're walking around shopping in the bazaar when lino catches a whiff of your scent. he follows it to a shady part of the market that he never saw before

that's when he sees you standing there with a heavy chair around your neck and a cheap transparent dress over your body

out of nowhere a short disgusting man appear and he asks him if he wants to see your tits. it's only for a couple of coins

minho shouldn’t say yes. He has a whole harem of much better bred pussies for him to pick and choose from. He didn’t need to pay a disgusting man to see the body of some nameless mongrel

yet here he was hanging the slimey man the coins

the man all but rips your bodice open, eager to please the rich hybrid.

Minho feels an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. His mouth waters at the sight of your full breasts on display for him and he finds himself moving forward to touch, but the man steps in.

“The silver was to see not to touch. Three if you want to touch.”

Minho grunts and gives him what he wants. you don't seem impressed by him.

He cradles your breasts in his hands and leans down to pluck a pert nipple into his mouth, ear perked to the sound of your restrained gasp.

but then he hears the prince calling for him and he rips himself away from you and wipes his mouth harshly, panting as if he was under a spell.

Gulping, he spares your half naked form one last glance before he’s retreating towards his owner. As he slips back into the main room he hears the vendor call after him smugly, “We’ll be waiting for you, my lord.”

He does come back, this time more worked up than last time as he couldn't go to sleep thinking about you and he was reduced to getting himself off multiple time throughout the night just to cool down

his owner catches him this time though. "So this is why you were so eager to come back even though you hate the market. I gotta say I'm surprised by your taste." The prince grins. "Did you mount her yet?"

Minho blanches, feeling humiliated at being caught "of course not. I would never defile myself with such a mongrel."

The prince arches an eyebrow. "It's okay minho. Sometimes you need to slum it down a little. I get that urge too. Cheap prostitutes like her have their draw."

The prince grabs you and pushes her over a table, pulling your skirt up. "Come on kitty. Take her. I know you're dying to."

minho's hesitation evaporate when he sees your pussy exposed and waiting for him. he quickly comes up beind you, pushing his length into you even though you weren't wet. it's uncomfortable but it's not the first time a man shoves his dick into your pussy without bothering to get you wet

it's over soon anyway, the spoiled cat getting overwhelmed by your tight walls and ends up cumming embarrassingly fast. He stumbles away, watching his cum drip from your fucked out hole.

"We'll take her."

Minho looks at him shocked. "I finally have something for my precious pet to fuck. You're so picky."

AU 3:

You were standing outside the gymnasium for a quick smoke when a voice slurs behind you. "Where is your little boyfriend?"

You roll your eyes, already fed up with the boy that is talking to you.

"What, he couldn't stand the thought of fucking you tonight so he ran away?"

You narrow your eyes at him. How did he know you were planning to give your virginity to your Hyunjin tonight? If he had shown up that is.

You don't even know what minho's deal is. He wasn't always like this. You remember a time long, long ago when the two of you were friends. He was so nice and sweet to you when you first met as kids. But then suddenly out of nowhere he turned on you for absolutely no reason.

"Tell me, mutt. What was he gonna give you so he could get between your legs? A pack of cigarettes?" Oh yeah, that’s why. He looks down on you for not being a purebred like him.

You huff the smoke in his face in agitation, still ignoring him.

"Aw, don't be sad. If he won't do it, I can rise to the occasion. Just tell me how much." He goads you. You throw the cigarette to the ground, violently snuffing it out with your heels when an idea pops into your head.

Looking up at him, you reply simply. "50k."

"W-what?"

"You're so fucking obsessed with my sex life so you must really want me. So yeah I'll give it to you for 50k."

"You're a crazy bitch."

you were just messing with him. and he worked. he left you alone

what you never expected was for him to show up the next day at your door, shoving a heavy suitcase into your arms

"what's this?"

"50k." He mumbles.

“Is this a joke?”

“You said you’d give it to me for 50k.” He explains flatly, looking everywhere except at you.

you walk towards him. "You really are a sick pervert, aren't you? Buying my virginity?"

He stays silent, looking at the ground so you grab his jaw and force him to look at you.

"You're not in control. I am. Got it?" You sneer, and he stares for a second, processing that you’re actually agreeing to go through with this, then he nods enthusiastically.

AU 4:

you're a dog hybrid and he's a cat hybrid. He's been kissing you secretly since long ago

You know it's wrong but you like it so you keep it a secret. and you always get so jealous when his heat comes and he goes away to fuck someone else.

When he comes back he's apologetic and spends days trying to make you forgive him. He shouldn't have to. He's not yours.

You touch yourself while you're sleeping next to him a lot. He pretends he doesn't know but it drives him insane

He's waits till you have your first heat. You're supposed to be given to chan but he convinces you not to let your owner know telling you he'll take care of you

You know this is forbidden but you let him fuck you because you're in love with him.

"Oppa this is too much."

"Shh baby take it. You've teased me long enough."

He cums in you but doesn't pull out so he can fuck you more. He's been training himself for this in order to satisfy you.

You get overwhelmed and he laughs at how cute you are. ask him to kiss you so he does

"What a cutie. All mine."

"Open your mouth." He lets a trail of spit fall from his mouth and you obediently open up and take it like you've been taught. He groans and kisses you softly. You whine in his mouth as he fucks you again.

"Not gonna go to that mutt right baby? Only I get to do this to you."

AU 5:

he's the queens pet and you're the leader of a mercenary group the queen has hired to fight a battle for her

he immediately takes an interest in you and follows you around thinking that he's slick

In the beginning, his infatuation was merely amusing to you as you took to teasing him whenever you got the chance--cornering him when the princess wasn't looking and whispering filthy things in his ear. It was both easy and fun to work up the needy kitten.

What you hadn’t expected was for him to walk in on you while you were fucking one of your own hybrids, Chan. The big wolf tended to get rowdy so you were often rough with him to keep him under control, and well that's how the masochistic hybrid liked it too.

You expected him to be terrified of you after that, he certainly looked the part, but he surprised you by coming to you teary eyes and whimpering pleas so moving that you couldn’t resist giving him whatever he asked for, which was badly worded and clueless seeing as he had never been in any kind of physical relationship before.

He’s never done something like this before. His owner, the queen, kept him on a tight leash, untouched and forever pure. He had been taking suppressants ever since his very first heat and, before he met you, he had barely remembered what it was like to feel that painfully delicious pang of pleasure in his belly.

He holds onto you as you pleasure him, one hand fisted in your clothes and the other wrapped around your wrist as if he was afraid you were going to hurt him. If you were to look at his expression, you would think that you were hurting him, a small frown on his face as he whines and whimpers.

You stroke his cheek softly with the back of your fingers, finding it hot to the touch. “What is it, kitten?”

“It hurts.” He sobs.

“I know, baby. I’ll make it go away.” You almost feel guilty for purposefully prolonging his pain, the stimulation you give his cock designed to make him reach the edge at the slowest possible pace, but the truth is you weren’t sorry at all.

“You know, kitten, you should come with me when I leave. I’ll hide you until we’re out of the castle walls. Your princess won’t even realize you’re missing until it’s too late, and when you’re with me, every moment will be filled with pleasure. I’ll take care of you like she never did. I’ll show you a whole world of pleasure. How does that sound, kitty?” You seduce as your thumb flits over his weeping slit, distracting him and seducing him. “Hmm, you wanna come with me?”

“I--I’m not--I don’t know.” He answers nervously, his brain too hazy especially as you finally speed up your strokes, jumbling up all his thought process.

“Don’t think too much, kitten. Don’t you want to feel good?” You purr, tightening your fist around his cock to give him more pleasure.

“Yes, but--”

“No buts, darling. Don’t you wanna be a good kitten for Master?” You ask, referring to yourself and he gasps, his cock jumps in your hand. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You’re a dirty little kitten, aren’t you?”

“No!” He cries, shaking his head from side to side, but there is no denying the way his stomach tightens and his hips buck off the bed as his orgasm approaches and his primal senses take over. “I can’t take it! Please, help me. I can’t--”

His seed splatters across his abdomen as he cums, and you talk him through it. “That’s it, baby. Let go for me. Let it all out. Good kitten.”

you ruin him so thoroughly that he gives into her and lets her fuck him in front of the queen herself

"Lino stop that! You sound like a common whore."

"I can't help it. Mistress… is making me burn up." "Ah fuck." He keens

"Your precious kitten is getting fucked regularly, that’s why he sounds like that. He’s nothing but a loose slut right now. I fucking ruined him. Isn’t that right, kitten?"

"Hah... touch my cock." He drools on the sheets under him and you laugh, grabbing his cock from underneath and starting to milk him. “See? Just a dumb slut.”

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A/N: one of these will most likely get a proper fic but I couldn’t keep these to myself

[readyplayerhobi]

La Douleur Exquise

; Horse Hybrid!Taehyung x Lovebird Hybrid!Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

; Warnings: Penetrative sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, impregnation kink, filmed sex

; Word Count: 14.9k

; Synopsis: Taehyung is in love with his best friend. The problem? He’s a stallion, a horse hybrid who’s basic instinct is to collect a herd of women to protect and procreate. His best friend is a lovebird hybrid and they mate for life. He knows it’s pretty much impossible to be together and that you’d end up hurt, but what happens when he finds out you love him just as much?

; A/N: So, my first fic in like...two months? I started this fic in early July and honestly...I just wanted it finished. If it seems a bit disjointed or something then it was very stop and start...I hope you all enjoy it anyway and that it doesn’t disappoint or anything! It’s taken a WHILE for me to get back into writing (honestly, I almost left lol). Please reblog if you enjoyed and leave me comments and asks!

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“Oh...fuck. Fuck, you’re so big, mmm,” The girl on her hands and knees in front of Taehyung moaned, her ass wiggling in desperation as he thrust his hard cock into her soaked pussy. “Harder, please. Please, fuck me harder.”

He hissed as she clenched around him, his entire length disappearing with ease inside her as his hips moved rhythmically. Large hands groped at the globes of her ass, squeezing them and spreading them wide to give the best view possible. Grunting, he slapped at one cheek hard and smirked when she yelped, jerking slightly.

“Such a pretty girl, so pliant and willing, hmm?” Taehyung questioned, his voice low and brusque as he moved hard enough to cause the room to be filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin. “A greedy pussy, so eager for your stallion to get you in foal, aren’t you?” 

She moaned in response, her face unseen to him but her body reacted by squeezing around his cock once more. Running one hand along her spine, he hummed in delight before leaning forward and biting down on her shoulder. It was instinctual, something deep in his genes telling him to hold her steady while he filled her up and impregnated her.

His other hand moved down to her clit, the bundle of nerves still soft and silky with her excitement but also swollen hard with her impending orgasm. Years of experience let his fingertips find the exact spot he needed, swirling them in quick circles and making her cry out even louder, hips bucking beneath him.

“That’s a good mare,” He panted, trailing his nose along her neck slowly. “Come for me, come on, you can do it. Tighten that pussy around me and I’ll breed you as you want.” 

Her orgasm hit seconds later, body convulsing tightly around him and he grunted, hips jerking forward even more rapidly. She was whining, a babbling mess beneath him as he continued to stimulate her, the effects being just as pleasurable for him too until he too came.

Pressing into her hard, he felt the slight resistance of what must be her uterus against the tip of his cock but she didn’t complain of any pain. One of the benefits of being a fellow horse hybrid was that a mare was biologically compatible with the large cock stallions had. One hand held her hips steady, making sure she didn’t move away as his balls convulsed rhythmically, each time causing his cock to twitch as he continued to ejaculate inside her.

She was breathing hard now, her body covered in a fine layer of sweat that caught the light perfectly and he hummed in appreciation, finally feeling the end of his orgasm. Slowly, he pushed himself upright and licked at his lips as he gave a few, shallow thrusts to wring out his final moments of pleasure and also make sure she got all of his cum.

“You were a good girl for me. We’ll get a nice colt or filly from you.” He mutters, stroking along her back appreciatively. Her skin was darker in certain patches and lighter in others, a result of her American Paint Horse breeding. It was pretty and he let his fingers trail along with the colour distinction.

Finally, though, he pulled out. The noise as he did so was extremely wet, but that was nothing compared to the rush of thick, white cum that slipped out of her used pussy. Pursing his lips, he looked it over carefully before dragging his fingers through some of it and pushing it back inside her. It didn’t matter, stallions were renowned for the large amount of semen they produced and she was probably filled inside.

“And cut!” Called the director, his voice interrupting the silence of the set. Taehyung let out an immediate sigh of relief and sat back, his cock rapidly softening now that the scene was over. His co-star sat up with a groan, stretching to get out the kinks in her back from the position she’d been in for the last ten minutes.

As she did so, the trickle of cum once more became a torrent, slipping down her thighs to collect on the bed. She didn’t pay attention to it and he didn’t say anything, the two of them used to scenes like this by now. Wheein was a consummate professional and one of the best in the porn industry, just like Taehyung.

“That was a good scene,” She complimented him, smiling in gratitude to her assistant who brought a robe that she used to cover herself up with. “Even if the whole ‘dirty talk’ is a little overdone nowadays.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes in agreement, grinning as he accepted the cleaning wipes from his assistant. Without a care in the world, he began to wipe his cock clean as he continued on his discussion with Wheein. She was quickly wiping down her thighs and between her legs as well. They’d both clean up more properly when they went to their dressing rooms but he wouldn’t be seeing her again after this.

Not unless they worked on the same set again.

“Right? It’s so fucking cringe. I wish they’d hire someone who’s an equine if they’re going to write a script featuring two of us. Who even talks like that?” He muttered, tugging on his robe and tying it closed before slipping his feet into the sandals provided to him.

The laugh Wheein gives is sweet, making her entire face light up. She really is a beautiful woman and her body is equally divine, only made even better by her kind and bubbly personality. Not that she’d been able to show that during this scene of course.

It struck Taehyung that she’d probably make a good mare for his herd. Despite the fact they were lamenting how lame the script was that they’d been given, there were some truths to what they’d filmed. A stallion like Taehyung would actively seek out fertile mares from good stock for his herd to breed with.

The better quality the mare’s breeding, the better his foals would be. 

At least, that’s what horse hybrids were meant to do. Wheein would probably even agree to it if he asked. He knew that she wasn’t in a herd already and she’d made it pretty clear to him that she’d be open to something outside of their work if he wanted. His deeply-rooted instincts demanded that he take her home and breed her properly, but he just sighed deeply instead.

He may be a horse hybrid, with all the possessive and protective instincts that provided him as a stallion, but he had no actual interest in living his life like that. Which is why he makes a little more small talk with Wheein before leaving to go to his dressing room. The shower he takes is quick, making sure to rub viciously at his body as he tries his hardest to remove any scent of the mare he’d just fucked.

Hybrids were something that had been created long ago. So long ago, no one knew how they were made anymore. The knowledge had been lost in the Hybrid Revolution, three centuries ago when hybrids had refused to be slaves for their human masters anymore. Ever since they’d been treated as equals to everyone else in society.

That didn’t mean that they’d integrated fully of course. Hybrids of different species more often than not stayed with each other or mated with humans. It did happen though, but the differing instincts meant it often was better for a hybrid to simply stay within their species.

Something Taehyung had always found amusing though was the fact that even within their species, a lot of hybrids would only mate within their own ‘breed’. Wheein was a pure American Paint Horse, coming from a long line that could be traced back to when the humans had been breeding horse hybrids for manual labour, protection services and sports purposes.

Back then, the humans treated hybrids exactly like actual horses. They had a studbook and would breed stallions to certain mares to produce characteristics they wanted. Placid nature, easy to work with, intelligent, quick to learn and so forth. When they’d been released, the breeds had continued on the studbooks to this day.

There were plenty who didn’t follow that ideology, of course, Taehyung’s parents were not the same breed after all, but a lot seemed to put stock in being ‘purebred’. It was just another way to act superior in his opinion.

Besides, his parents may not be from the same breed but he was still technically a breed all of his own. His mother was an Arabian while his father a Thoroughbred, meaning he was a breed called an Anglo-Arab. That was considered a breed in its own right, though perhaps not as prestigious as either of his parents.

Whatever he didn’t care about all that. Taehyung had no real interest in following the cultural norms of his heritage. And the reason for that was waiting for him back at his apartment. The thought of that spurred him into cleaning up even faster, making sure he was squeaky clean before pulling on the clothes he’d removed earlier in the day.

Glancing in the mirror once finished, he sighed deeply and looked himself over. A quirk of his kind was that they looked distinctly hybrid in ways that didn’t match others.

A dog hybrid may have the ears of a spaniel while a cat could have the tail of a Persian. Horse hybrids didn’t have any of their animal counterpart’s physical characteristics though, no tails or ears or anything like that. But their animal genes had manifested uniquely in their skin and hair.

If someone was a bay then they would have brown skin in a range of shades while their lower arms, legs and the space around their mouths and nose would be even darker and their hair a luscious black. Taehyung blended a little better than most other horse hybrids, but for others like Wheein, it was more obvious. Her skin was covered in patches of alternating dark and light while her natural hair grew in white and dark brown.

He knew that certain breeds had distinct characteristics as well. An old high school friend was a Friesian with coal-black skin and the most luxuriously thick, wavy black hair. One of his Taehyung’s siblings, on the other hand, had a Lipizzaner mare in his herd; her skin and hair was snow white. It certainly made them easily identifiable.

Taehyung wasn’t quite so obvious. His palomino colouring was visible; pale white hair that was a little too long and softly tousled matched with rich golden skin. Broad shoulders tapered down into a slim waist, currently covered in a loose white button-up. His hair was still wet, dripping onto his shirt while his strong thighs and calves were contained within equally loose-fitting tan trousers. 

He didn’t look like someone who’d just filmed pornography, but then again, what did that look anyway? Just a person? Still, he felt a small sense of satisfaction at how well he was going to blend. The last thing he wanted was to go home and have it look obvious what he’d just been doing, even if it was his job.

Chewing on his lip, he grabs his leather cross shoulder bag and exits the dressing room. He promised to get takeout tonight, and he wasn’t going to renege on that deal.

-

“I have food!” Taehyung calls out, placing the bag of takeout he’d just picked up on the kitchen counter before shrugging off his jacket. By the time he gets back from hanging it up, you’ve already emerged from your bedroom and are pulling plates out of the cupboard while trying to see what he’d gotten.

“What did you get? Chinese?” Looking up at him with a raised brow, Taehyung’s heart stutters for a moment at just how pretty you are. There’s not a trace of makeup on your face right now, you didn’t bother when you were at home, and yet you were still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Like him, you were also a hybrid. The two of you had met in the first class of freshman year in college and had quickly become best friends, despite the differences between you both. He’d also fallen deeply in love with you at some point, even though he knew nothing could happen.

Just as he was driven by the instinct to have sex with multiple women to form a herd, you were driven by your instincts. Only yours were dictated by your lovebird genetics, which meant that you were strictly monogamous. As in, once you entered a relationship and truly fell in love with them then you would never have another relationship.

The antithesis of a horse hybrid then. Taehyung had long known that it meant he would never be able to be with you the way he wanted. You craved monogamy and it simply wasn’t in his genes.

So he’d stayed your best friend, and for the last five years since finishing college, he’d also remained your roommate. The two of you shared a mid-sized apartment in the city centre, close to the university that you worked at as a music professor and within easy driving distance of his workplace.

“No, there’s a new Ethiopian place that’s opened close to work. Seokjin was telling me about it it’s a vegan restaurant and I thought it’d be cool to try it out. No idea what you’d like, or what I’d like, so I just got a bunch of things to try.” Smiling at you, he starts to pull out the carefully packaged food and chuckles as you ‘ooh’ at it all.

“Oooh, I’ve never had Ethiopian food before. I’m excited.” And then you turn that blinding smile onto him and he has to let out a deep breath as slowly as possible to stop himself from doing something silly. He’s long been used to his feelings yet you still make him feel like a teenager again.

Once everything’s out, the two of you take it over to the little table that’s set up between the kitchen and the living room and lay it all out. You quickly dart over to the fridge and grab some water for the two of you before settling down and humming in excitement as everything is unpackaged.

Like Taehyung, you didn’t have many physical attributes of your animal side. Which would have been exceptionally strange given the difference between humans and birds. What you did have though, were black irises to match your pupils and the most exquisitely beautifully coloured hair. The front was a blend of peach, yellow and red which slowly morphed into the familiar lovebird green.

It was all-natural and incredibly pretty, suiting your face and personality so well. The original purpose of lovebird hybrids had been as companions due to their loyalty to their partner alongside musical pursuits. Not everyone was great at music but more often than not, lovebird hybrids tended to excel at singing.

Taehyung loved to hear you sing. Or play the piano or any of the other instruments you’d learnt how to play over the years. You were practically a prodigy when it came to the musical arts and he would forever be in awe of just how talented you were.

Your singing was one of the reasons he’d fallen for you so quickly; your buoyant and always effervescent personality had made him determined to befriend the sweet lovebird hybrid in his class. But it was your singing that had truly captured his heart.

The sweet sound of your voice could be as light as a dandelion seed on a summer breeze or swell as loud and strong as a hurricane. He’d been immediately fascinated the moment he’d first heard you sing and it had never let him go. Taehyung genuinely couldn’t imagine his life anymore without hearing your singing around the apartment; from the quiet songs when you were concentrating to the ones you belted out when you were in a happy mood.

He loved it all. As cheesy as it would sound, he just knew that his life would be dull and quiet without his music-obsessed, colourful, chatty best friend. Which was why he couldn’t give up the small hope of something with you. It was a tiny chance, but as long as you remained unattached then it was there all the same and he would grab onto it tightly.

“Did your shoot go well today?” You distract him out of his wayward thoughts with your question and it takes a few seconds of it to truly penetrate his mind and for him to understand. Almost immediately though, it causes him to twist his lips as he begins to spoon out the food he wants from the containers onto his injera, Ethiopian flatbread, that covers his plate. He hated talking about his job to you. It was like a reminder of what he couldn’t have every time.

But he was a big boy, so he took in a deep breath before looking back at you and giving you his trademark boxy smile. 

“It went okay, nothing went wrong which is always a good thing. Wheein was nice and very pleasant to work with, good at her job. The script was just as bad as I originally thought.” Snorting at the memory, he takes a mouthful of food and chews thoughtfully as he takes in the new flavours.

“Let me guess...full of lots of over-the-top horse innuendos and dirty talk?” Chuckling to yourself, you take a drink of cold water before tilting to your head to look him over carefully. Taehyung pauses, unsure of himself for a second before quirking his brow at you.

“Yeah, something like that. I shouldn’t be complaining really...no one watches what I make for the dialogue.” He’s very aware that there’s a slight pout to his lips as he looks back down at his plate, missing the way your expression changes to one of sympathy and protectiveness.

“Well...true I guess, but you’re a great actor outside of that. And I’m not just saying that to you because you’re my best friend TaeTae. You’re genuinely good.” Now he does look at you, taking in the way you look at him with concern and he feels a flare of guilt rise in his stomach. Taehyung would never let you know that the only reason he’d started to work in the pornography industry during college was so that he could satiate his desires without dating multiple women or accidentally creating a herd.

The fact that he was still doing it, seven years after beginning, was because he still held out hope. He knew that he could’ve been something better, entered the world of television or film acting, maybe even theatre. But it would have meant having to flaunt an unending trail of women in front of you.

At least he had a valid and acceptable reason for fucking so many women as a pornstar. The fact that he had no emotional connection to the women who worked alongside him now was a bonus, allowing you to see that he was more than capable of leaving his work in the studio.

Giving you a tight smile, Taehyung nods his head in appreciation. “Thanks, chirp. I appreciate it. And I know, but I think it’s too late now. Too old, you know?” 

“Pfft, no way. There are loads of actors who didn’t start their careers until they were older! And no offence, but you’re a guy so you’ve got the kind of lifespan that most women aren’t allowed. You’re only twenty-nine!” The outraged response from you is almost immediate, the piece of injera almost flying out of your hand at your reaction.

Thankfully, you’d just eaten the vegetable wat that you’d scooped up already so there wasn’t any risk of the floor or wall being decorated with Ethiopian stew. That would just be a waste of some good food in Taehyung’s opinion.

But that was irrelevant. 

What was relevant was your vehement defence of Taehyung and his talents. The two of you had had this conversation many times over the years and yet it never failed to make him smile. You were adamant he could do better and he knew that he could too. But he didn’t want to. Despite how good his acting was, he had no real interest in actually taking it up as a career outside of porn.

He didn’t care for the lifestyle or travelling or fame. Porn worked well for him at the moment. It satisfied his instincts, it paid well enough and he had a manager that ensured Taehyung only received the best directors, co-stars and films.

What Taehyung would love to do, was to work in fashion design. He loved putting together interesting and unique looks while also thinking up ideas for clothes. His best friend, Jimin, had started a clothing brand of his own a few years ago thanks to the money his parents had loaned him. It was doing pretty well so far and Jimin was constantly sad that Taehyung wouldn’t join him.

The older man, he was only two months older but that meant everything to Park Jimin, had tried everything he could think of to lure his best friend into his company. From offering a creative director role to his sub-brand that would operate almost independently from the parent brand, Calico. And Taehyung had promised him that he’d accept one day.

He would as well. Just not yet. It wasn’t time yet. 

“Thanks. Anyway, how was your day? Didn’t you say you had some exams this morning or something?” His segue into another conversation works like a charm and you happily begin to complain about the exams that you’d given your freshman students today. It still boggled his mind that you’d willingly insert yourself into college life again, even if it was in a teaching role but you seemed to thrive in the social aspect of it all.

The two of you continue to talk until there’s no food left, every single piece happily was eaten. Admittedly, most of it was eaten by Taehyung as he had a far larger appetite than you did. It was even bigger today given the workout he’d done during his work hours but you’d been content to hand over what you didn’t want to eat anymore.

Or rather, you’d been content to feed him what you didn’t want. Something he’d had to get used to very early on in his friendship with you was that you retained the instinct to feed those you were close to. That’s what you’d told him anyway, though if he was to be entirely honest he hadn’t seen you feed anyone else before.

Then again, none of the friends you both shared in common was the kind of people who would accept being fed, no matter how much they liked you.

It’s a few hours later that you’re both ready to go to bed; eyes sleepy and movements slow after watching three episodes of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina while curled up beneath the couch blanket as you both digest your food. Taehyung could have happily fallen asleep where he was, the warmth of you not close enough for him to feel but your scent strong enough to lull him into a peaceful slumber.

“I’m going to bed.” You say loudly, causing him to jerk awake quickly as you push the blanket off your body and stand up. It’s not as quick as you’d normally be but the stretch you give combined with the extraordinarily big yawn lets him know you’re pretty tired.

Not a surprise. It was after 11 pm now and you’d been up since 5:30 am to make sure you had everything set for your classes. A slight wobble as you lose your balance causes him to jump up, resting a hand on the small of your back gently to provide careful assistance while he reaches for the remote with his other to turn off the television.

“Careful, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Taehyung chuckles, kicking away the blanket which had also become tangled around your feet. A quiet hum from you lets him know that you’re more tired than he’d initially thought.

Not saying anything more, he runs his free hand through the pale blonde strands of his hair as he directs you towards your bedroom. The door is closed to the outside world, unlike his, but the interior is familiar to him once you open it up.

One of the habits you had that came from your lovebird side was that you liked to nest. Which meant your bedroom had everything you loved arranged exactly how you wanted it. Your bed was a canopy style, completely cocooned away from the world except for the entrance. He’d been in once or twice to wake you up when you’d been late for something and he would admit to being fascinated by just how dark and...comfy it all looked.

Soft sheets, multiple fluffy pillows and more covered the top of your bed. He’d love to see what it was like to sleep in it one night because it looked like it could easily be one of the comfiest nights of sleep he’s ever had. A bonus would be if you slept next to him.

One of the more fortunate, or unfortunate depending on how you looked at it, aspects of his heritage was that Taehyung could sleep anywhere. He’d even been known to sleep standing up, which meant that he wasn’t that bothered about what his sleeping space looked like.

Taehyung knew it was something of an honour for him to be even allowed in your bedroom, to be honest, given how protective and territorial you got over your own space. It had been amusing for him to realise this at first, particularly given he wasn’t particularly bothered when it came to his own physical space but upon realising you wouldn’t let anyone else in, he’d used it as a badge of pride.

To himself, of course. No one else would care or even be surprised that your best friend and roommate was the only person allowed in.

Shaking his head, he wishes you goodnight before closing your door quietly and heading to the bathroom for his nightly ritual. The downside to being a porn actor was that he had to follow a proper skincare routine to make sure his skin looked the best. Because obviously, people were paying attention to his beautiful face instead of his massive dick.

Not.

Still, it helped to book more shoots. He had a ‘statuesque’ face that appealed to women or something. So he went along with it and had, admittedly, fantastic skin as a result.

The last thought before he finally fell asleep was that he was pretty sure the oversized black sweatpants you’d been wearing were his.

-

Taehyung doesn’t get to see a whole lot of you in the next few weeks. He’d ended up having to travel for a shoot that lasted a week and by the time he got back, you were on a much-needed vacation with your friends. As such, he was getting a little grumpy at the lack of interaction with you.

Which was entirely the reason that he’d almost jumped on top of you when you’d finally walked through the apartment door; three long weeks after seeing you last. You’d let him know that you’d be coming home today and he’d had to wait as patiently as he could on the couch, pouting at the fact you hadn’t accepted his offer of going to the airport to meet you.

But with everything in the apartment turned off, he’d used his superior hearing to the best of his abilities and had listened as hard as possible for your footsteps. After so many years, he knew exactly what you sounded like when you walked.

So when he finally heard that familiar beat, alongside the rolling of the wheels on your suitcase, he’d leapt up. There may even be a hole in the wall from how forcefully he’d yanked the door open, his excitement causing him to not pay attention to his strength for a moment before he’s giving you the biggest and brightest grin he possibly can.

“I missed youuuuuu!” Whining loudly, Taehyung wraps his arms around your waist and lifts. The squeal you let out soon dissolves into laughter when he spins you around, mentally marvelling once more at how light you were while his sense went haywire with you so close again. He could feel the softness of your hips as he lets you down, smell the soft peach of your shampoo along with the slight hint of sweat after so long travelling. 

It was perfect, and something deep within him relaxed.

You were home. You were safe.

“I missed you too, Tae! Can I please actually come in?” Your laughter is sweet, infectious as always and he stands to the side to let you enter the apartment. Without even asking, he gently takes the handle of your suitcase from you and lifts it with no complaints, heading over to your bedroom.

Given he’s not facing you anymore, he doesn’t see the way you practically swoon at the sight of him using his strength so casually. Or the way you almost drool at his broad shoulders in the plain white shirt he’d thrown on today, the muscles working in a way that made your hands twitch.

“Did you have a good time? Please tell me that Yeji doesn’t have some embarrassing story again this year,” While your yearly vacations with your friends were mostly for sunbathing and catching up, he knew that you all enjoyed re-enacting some college years and that copious amounts of alcohol were drunk. “And I’m not saying about you, I mean just embarrassing full stop. I’m still feeling secondary embarrassment over two years ago.”

“A story which will forever remain buried, thank you very much. But no, we were good this year. Or rather, we weren’t good but I think we’re starting to get a little too old to be drinking so heavily, you know? We can’t recuperate the same way and I get hangovers way too easily. I do not have the physiology to cope with their drinking levels!” There’s a slight whine to your voice, making him smile in amusement as he moves over to lean against the doorway of your room.

While he was fully welcome into your space, he knew that you liked it to be your own. Especially when you’d been away for a while.

“Well, I mean...you are a lovebird. I don’t think there are many alcohol-tolerant birds out there.” That gets him a subtle glare, your pretty lips puckered into a pout. It’s an innocent action, something that shouldn’t bother him in the slightest, and yet his heart stutters and his stomach twists on itself.

What he wouldn’t give to kiss you.

Shaking his head, he tries to force the thoughts out of his mind. Honestly, he was perfectly fine when he was away from you. But when you were around, it was like you were all he could think about. Still, it was hard not to when you looked at him so fondly.

“True. There’s no need to point that out though. Salt in the wound much? Anyway, it was fun. They kept trying to get me to swim in the sea but like...no thank you. Water is for drinking and washing, not for swimming around in.” You’re crouched down, unzipping your suitcase and pulling out the dirty clothes before separating them into the individual bins you have.

Unlike Taehyung, who simply separated his clothes when it came time to wash them, you were very tidy and had bought fancy clothes hamper with three sections. This was probably why Taehyung would accidentally end up with a shrunken shirt or pink underwear from time to time. You paid far more attention to that stuff.

“Swimming is fun though.” Is all he responds with, standing back when you carry the laundry hampers past him. Putting the colours into the washing machine, he watches quietly as you add everything before turning it on. It was fascinating how you’d only been home for less than ten minutes and yet you were already cleaning things up.

Not that he’d made the apartment untidy or anything. It’s just you had a different idea of what was clean to him.

“Okay but, you can say that because you’ve got those shoulders to cut through the water. Not to mention you’re strong anyway. Not so fun for the rest of us. And I don’t mind swimming in a pool. Where I can see the bottom and the size is posted. The ocean though? That’s huge. No thanks.” Smirking, he flops down onto the couch and sighs happily when you push him up before sitting down yourself, letting him rest his head on your thighs.

There was no convincing you though and Tae gave up on the argument pretty quickly, not that he was trying too hard. One thing he’d learnt long ago was that you were perhaps the most stubborn person he’d ever known. It was an endearing trait, most of the time.

“Did you audition for that role?” Your question is innocent, soft fingers trailing through his hair that would have him purring if he was a cat hybrid. Instead, it was just making him get the urge to groom you in turn, his fingers twitching with the need. Ignoring it, he forced himself to just enjoy the touch.

“Yeah. Not sure if I’ve got it though. I got the feeling they weren’t looking for someone like me in the role.” It wasn’t surprising really and he wasn’t offended by the producers of the film he’d gone for. Even porn wanted specific people for specific roles sometimes; it would be silly to think he could get every role he went for.

Not to mention exhausting.

“Well, they’re missing out then,” You say, scratching his scalp until he hums in delight. “Anyone who doesn’t want you is missing out.”

Your words make his heart jump, his breath stuttering as he inhales and wonders if there’s a double meaning to that. But you’re too busy watching the show that you’ve started on Netflix to notice Taehyung’s existential dilemma. Part of him is glad, but there’s another part that wishes he was brave enough to bring it up.

He chooses not to engage with it though, instead just sighing and letting himself relax into the cushions of the couch. It’s nice to be surrounded by your scent once more and to feel your warmth.

“I appreciate that, Chirp. But I’m not letting it get me down. Sometimes they just can’t handle all this.” Gesturing half-heartedly to his body, he’s pleased to hear you laugh at his joke. The sound is sweet, even if the two of you lapse into a comfortable silence after that. 

You’re too busy watching your show while he’s half dozing off, eyes closed and breath getting deeper as he starts to drift away. It’s comfortable on the couch, with the temperature just right and his body perfectly relaxed. Which means it’s unsurprising that he falls asleep pretty quickly, completely unaware of anything that’s happening around him as he sleeps.

-

Taehyung is more than a little disoriented when he finally awakens; the room dark and silent with the lights and television switched off. Frowning, he blinks rapidly before rubbing at his eyes with a hand while sitting up. Stretching his arms out above his head, the groan he lets out is one of relief as stiff muscles relax and a few bones crack.

Reaching out to the coffee table blindly, he grabs his phone and winces when the bright light almost blinds him. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been hugely blessed with the better night sight horses had. Well, he could see better than humans but nothing amazing. Didn’t make it any better when he was subjected to bright light suddenly though.

“Ah, fuck.” He curses, squinting until he can finally focus on the screen. It’s not too late, but it’s a good two hours or so since you’d finally gotten home. Frowning, he just sits there for a moment as his mind finally catches up with the fact he is awake.

Yawning loudly, he finally pulls himself up and decides he should probably go shower before collapsing into bed. Taehyung hadn’t even realised he was tired, but it could have been the comfort of knowing you were back and safe. It wasn’t like he was some over-protective asshole who needed to know your every movement - more that he just felt more content when he knew you were okay.

Walking to his room, he’s scratching at his exposed stomach lazily when he hears the sound of your voice. The door leading to your bedroom is firmly closed but there’s light at the gap on the bottom. His enhanced hearing means that he can easily hear everything you’re saying, which is nothing new.

Over the years though, he’s learnt to carefully block out anything you’re saying when you’re in your room. You deserved your privacy, even if he couldn’t help the fact that he could hear everything perfectly.

And that would have been exactly what he would have done right now. Just carried on through to his bedroom and continued with his plans. Only he can’t help but stop when he hears the familiar syllables of his name. Taehyung knows it’s wrong, but the way you said it is different than normal.

He can’t help but listen, expression curious and his head tilting without even realising it. Your conversation is one-sided but he pays careful attention, still in the middle of the hallway.

“-you know Taehyung, he’s always being attentive and sweet. It’s just his nature, he’s like that with everyone. Yuna...it’s just Tae. He hugs everyone, you’re looking too much into it,” There’s a longer pause now, presumably your best friend talking extensively to you. “Come on, isn’t that what you always tell me? We haven’t seen each other in a while, it’s not surprising he got all touchy.”

Taehyung frowns, lips twisting as he begins to understand a little. Or at least, he thinks he does. If he’s right, Yuna thinks that he likes you. His cheeks heat up as he realises how obvious he’d been with his feelings, even though you make a good argument against it. But you’re wrong and Yuna is very much right.

He does like you, and he’s not quite as touchy-feely with everyone else. Taehyung isn’t even sure how you got that opinion. The only other person he’s remotely as affectionate with is Jimin, and that’s only because he’s known the calico cat hybrid since they were babies. Tae’s mom had worked with Jimin’s mom for decades now, which meant they’d grown up with each other.

“Yuna,” Your whining now, voice going high pitched and your words getting longer. “I thought you were the one who was telling me that I need to get over Tae! And now you’re telling me he’s obviously into me? Make up your mind, woman! Do you want me to ignore my feelings for him or consider telling him? And no, you can’t backtrack in a week or so like you always do. This is serious. I’d be humiliating myself by telling him.”

It’s almost like the world has paused around Taehyung. For a second, he almost feels dizzy and has to rest a palm against the wall as he sways. Your feelings...for him? Did he hear that right? Was he twisting your words into what he hoped you were implying?

Before he can contemplate it anymore in his mind, you go on to say something that shatters the norm for Taehyung.

“It would be humiliating Yuna, you know that. You know what I am, we’ve talked about this. God, I can’t tell Taehyung I love him because then that’s it, I’ve sealed my fate and I won’t be able to get over him. It’s already hard just trying. Having him know? I can’t, not when he can’t give me what I want.” There’s a pain in your voice and his heart twists, stomach bubbling in a way that almost makes him want to vomit as his world changes.

You love him. You.  Love. Him.

“It’s not his fault Yuna, we’ve gone through this so many times. I have my instincts and he has his, I’m not going to get angry at something we can’t change. Please...can we just talk about something else? Something that’s not going to make me cry and spend all night thinking? We agreed that we’d try to get me over this, dammit.”

That’s the last thing Taehyung hears as he walks quickly back to his room, having decided that he’s heard far too much of a conversation he clearly shouldn’t have heard. Guilt roils in him, flooding his veins as he flops down onto his bed and stares at the white ceiling of his room. He feels dazed and confused, not sure what he’s meant to think about this sudden change in events.

Taehyung being in love with you was something he’d long ago accepted. But he’d also accepted that nothing would happen from it because of what you wanted in life. Finding out that you wanted him too was game-changing. It was also heartbreaking to know that the only reason you both weren’t together already was because of his instincts.

Suddenly, he sees his career in a whole new light. What was a coping mechanism for him to reduce his innate desires and allow him to give you all the best bits of himself, was probably pure pain for you. The knowledge that you loved him was both exciting and, surprisingly, horrifying.

He knew that love birds would only have one partner, and from what he’d read over the years it meant they only really truly loved one person. If you felt this strongly for Taehyung then did that mean he’d stolen any other choices from you? He’d been holding back to make sure you had a chance to be happy but had he just made it worse?

Swallowing thickly, Taehyung realises there are tears in his eyes as he wonders if he’s ruined everything. The logical part of his mind knows that it’s not his fault if you’ve fallen in love with him, just like it wasn’t your fault he’d fallen for you. But he certainly hadn’t done anything to truly push you away, to try and get you to find someone else to fall in love with and enjoy a happy life.

Had he been selfish? 

Rolling onto his stomach, he buries his head into his pillow and lets out a yell. It’s a good job your hearing is only on the level of a normal human because he was positive the extended noise he made would have brought you running otherwise. And he needed to think right now.

There’s probably a solid ten minutes of silence in his room as he lays there, unmoving while his mind races through all his options. If he admitted that he’d overheard you, then he would probably embarrass you. Taehyung would jump at the chance to finally date you, but he knew that you wouldn’t be able to cope with his career.

You were supportive of him now, but you weren’t in a romantic relationship with him. And he doubted you would be comfortable with the knowledge that he was coming home to kiss, cuddle and have sex with you after having done the same things with random women earlier in the day.

If he was honest with himself then Taehyung knew that he wouldn’t be happy with that too. Despite how he was raised, his mom had been one of many mares in the herd his father had kept over the years, he wanted to be the one for you. Which meant he wouldn’t be content to do things with other women that you only wanted to be done.

He wanted the traditional relationship that many horse hybrids would wrinkle their nose at.

So, he had to figure out how to navigate that.

Lifting himself, he grabs his phone and opens up Google. Taehyung didn’t know many horse hybrid’s who wanted to have a monogamous relationship, but he had met a few over the years. Racking his brain, he tries to remember what they had talked about when he’d queried how they could cope with only being with one partner for life.

Despite his interest in the topic, he’d been young at the time and had still very much enjoyed sleeping with as many women as he could. His feelings for you hadn’t quite become what they were today, so he hadn’t listened too intently. Taehyung regretted that now. Tapping his lips for a moment, he contemplates what to write before he begins to type his request into the search engine.

Horse hybrid hormone inhibitors.

-

It’s three weeks later when Taehyung finally feels comfortable and knowledgeable enough to make a move. He’d made an appointment with his doctor the very next day after overhearing your conversation. He specialised in hybrid care, in particular those for equine hybrids like Taehyung along with the rare donkey or zebra.

Which meant he wasn’t all that shocked at Taehyung’s unusual enquiry. He probably got the occasional query from an equine hybrid about how to be monogamous. It was rare but not unheard of after all. What had shocked him though, was the fact that it was Taehyung asking it.

Kim Taehyung, the infamous porn star who had built a living on his ability to fuck his way through multiple women on camera. Who had his damn fanbase based almost purely on his cock for god’s sake? It was embarrassing to think about, but he’d known what he was getting into when he’d signed the contract in the first place.

He wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy his job because he did. Taehyung hated that he did, but the sex with many women helped to alleviate all those deeply held instincts and urges within him. Still, now that he knew about you he had no intention of carrying on with his career. Not when he had a chance.

Which was why he’d admitted his feelings towards you to the doctor. Something he’d never thought he’d end up doing, but once everything was out in the open then his doctor was far more understanding of Taehyung’s request. Even encouraging of it. Taehyung was pretty sure that he found the whole story a little sweet and romantic.

Either way, they’d worked out a plan for him to make his life easier if you accepted him. Medications that he would need to take to reduce the overwhelming instincts that drive his hybrid nature and would allow him to engage in monogamy. The idea of that was unbelievably exciting and he’d begun to take his medication only days after the appointment.

After that, he’d gotten together with Jimin. Their weekly hangout usually occurred in a bar, a restaurant or sometimes just hanging around one of their apartments. His best friend had shrieked with delight when Taehyung had explained his predicament and what he was doing to go forward with.

Which had led him to finally asking Jimin if that job offer was still on the plate if everything went right. Taehyung wanted to finally pursue his dream of being a fashion designer and it was so tantalisingly close. He was on the verge of finally having the life he’d always wanted. Hopefully with you.

The first week of being on the medication, which reduced the high levels of testosterone he produced and helped to inhibit his base reactions, had been rough as hell. Taehyung had been on the verge of calling in sick for the first time to a shoot, his body struggling to cope with the change in his body. But he’d pushed through and two weeks later, here he was.

Nervous as fuck and waiting for you to finally come home. 

Everything all depended on if you’d accept his request to start a relationship. A serious, romantic relationship that was entirely monogamous. If you said yes, then he had a lawyer all set up to break his contract and a contract just waiting for him with Jimin.

Although really, he’d be quitting his job no matter what happened. He was tired of the porn scene, even if he’d met some wonderfully kind and talented people there. Taehyung had finally decided that he would be moving on with his life and accepting the job with Jimin.

It was up to you whether you wanted to be alongside him, and in what capacity.

The pizza he’d ordered for you both arrived at the same time you came home; a large box of vegetable pizza held in your hands and amusement in your pretty eyes. It makes him smile brightly to see you happy, knowing that you’re pleased he’d taken care of dinner tonight. Especially as it was from your favourite pizzeria; six different kinds of cheeses combined with peppers, onions, eggplant, tomatoes and spinach.

Your favourite kind of pizza, alongside a bottle of red wine that he’d already filled a glass with to let it breathe. The amusement soon turns to suspicion, your brow rising as you kick off your shoes and shrug off your coat.

“What’s all this about?” Gesturing at everything, you settle onto the couch next to him with your legs curled up beneath you. Taehyung bites his lip, sighing softly before reaching out and opening up the box. He doesn’t explain for a few minutes, just letting you both eat a slice of pizza while he watches his beer on the table.

He felt like a teenager, his stomach fizzing with a combination of excitement and nerves that almost makes him feel nauseous. Maybe he shouldn’t be eating right now, but he hasn’t been able to eat all day so far. There would be no use in making himself ill. It would be mortifying for him to throw up all over you.

By the time you’ve eaten two slices, Taehyung has only managed one. But he’s decided that he’s waited long enough. It’s time.

Taking in a deep breath, he lets it out slowly before clearing his throat. After so many years of being friends, he knows that he can talk to you about anything. There are many memories that he’d much rather forget that you’d seen of him, such as that awkward time when he’d had an upset stomach and hadn’t been able to get to the bathroom quick enough.

Not his finest moment and you’d gagged more than once but hey, it was all a bonding experience. Right? Or was that just his opinion on it? 

Still, Taehyung found himself pausing; his words sticking in his throat even as he mentally told himself to pull it together. You’d seen all his low points and his highpoints, he did not doubt that you would treat his question with the respect it deserves. But it was still a worry that you might turn him down.

Maybe you’d finally found someone else and wouldn’t want him anymore. The thought made his chest hurt, but he had to know. He had to get the answer to the question that had burned in his thoughts for years now. If you rejected him then he’d be hurt but he’d get over it, especially if it meant you found your happiness.

So why was it so hard to get the words out?

“Hey, are you okay?” Your shoulder bumps into his, pretty face dipping low to catch his eyes. He should have known that you would have realised there was something wrong, or that he wasn’t quite being himself. The way you look at him with such worry and concern makes his anxiety melt away, causing him to smile before he nods.

“I have something to ask you. I mean...you can say no. Please don’t worry about that, if you don’t want to then tell me no. I’ll accept it, I promise. You know I’d never try to force you, right?” He winces, realising that he’s messing this up already given the way your brow creases in confusion. “I mean, god I’m fucking this up. I’m sorry. I just...I have to be honest with you. I accidentally overheard your conversation the other month. I didn’t mean to, it was when you’d come home after your vacation and I’d fallen asleep so I was going back to my room and I overheard you.”

Taehyung is babbling, and he realises that when you gently press a finger to his lips. It would be nice to say that you didn’t look bothered, but there was fear on your face that made him feel sick.

“I believe you.”

Your words are so soft and he almost hums in delight as you run your fingers through his hair, grooming him without even realising. It makes him smile, both at your steadfast belief in him and how you always want to be touching and cleaning him in some way. His fingers itched with the desire to groom you in turn.

He restrained himself, fully aware that if he did then it’d just end up being one half an hour of you both trying to clean each other. The perils of two social hybrids who both have a culture and instinct for grooming. Not what he wanted right now.

The reassurance you give him, combined with the unwavering belief in your eyes, convinces him to just say it. To just get it out and lay his cards on the table. He was nervous, sure, but he’d been nervous many times in his life and he’d overcome all of those moments.

“I heard you say that you like me. In a romantic way. I was really surprised at hearing it, mainly because I didn’t think you’d ever looked at me that way before. Not when I’m the opposite of what you’d want in terms of a relationship. But I want you to know that hearing it made me the happiest I’ve been in a while. Because I like you too. And I have done for a while now. Years.” He says it all with a carefully neutral face, watching you carefully to see if he can gauge your reaction.

For a moment, your expression is a perfect picture in neutrality. The Switzerland of faces, giving nothing away and not letting him see anything that’s going on in your head. It’s frustrating for him when he’s probably feeling too much, but he doesn’t push. Just waits to see what you’ll say.

“What?”

Okay, so perhaps not the eloquent acceptance of his feelings that he’d expected. But it’s not an outright rejection. He can work with this, there’s potential here. 

Licking his lips, he takes a deep breath before carefully shifting until he’s facing you on the couch. Your eyes are so wide, shining in the light and making him think it looks like you hold the secrets of the universe deep within. He can’t help but smile at it, at how young and innocent you look.

Smile at the tentative hope he thinks he can spy.

“I like you, Chirp. Like, like you. Probably would use a stronger word if I wasn’t already afraid I’m scaring you away. I know that I’m not what you’d want in a partner, which is why I’ve never made a move over the years. But I’ve always hoped, which is why I never got a herd of my own,

“I love being around you, I love hearing you sing and laugh, I love talking to you, I love hearing you talk to others, I love how you’re so affectionate and always want to groom me along with chatting my ears off. I never said anything though, because most of all, I valued our friendship. And I knew that you wanted someone who could be your life-partner, something I wasn’t sure if I could be.” Taehyung pauses, twisting his lips before looking down at his hands.

“But then I heard you talking and I realised that there might be a possibility. A small one maybe, but I knew I had to at last try. Something I want you to know though is that everything I’m about to tell you that I’ve done has been done for myself because I finally realised that I have to move forward with my life. So, firstly, I talked to my doctor and I’ve started some medication that helps to inhibit my instincts when it comes to relationships and sex.” Pausing, he eyes you to gauge how you’re taking the news.

The head tilt you give is very birdlike, causing him to chuckle without even meaning to. He can’t help it though, not when you look so sweet right then with your bright hair and big eyes.

“I don’t have the urge to have sex with lots of women or make my herd anymore. We talked about it extensively and decided this would be my best course of action to allow me to have a healthy, monogamous relationship. Because of that, I’ve also quit my job and taken up the offer Jimin’s been giving me for years now.”

Despite the fact he’s mid-confession to you, the excitement in his stomach at that very moment is more to do with the fact he was going to finally have his dream career. That he was going to be doing a job which he’d been wanting to accept for years.

Understandably, his words cause you to suddenly gasp in delight before you’re clapping your hands eagerly. The excitement and happiness are purely for him finally taking proper control of his life, ridding himself of the pornography career that he’d enjoyed but hadn’t loved. Something you’d known for a while now.

“Oh my god? You’re going to work with Jimin?! You took the job! TaeTae, I’m so happy for you!” Even though he’d just admitted to you that he was near enough in love with you, your emotions were purely focused on the fact he’d taken the job. Feeling your approval and genuine joy at his life change, he can’t help but give you a wide, boxy grin even while the apples of his cheeks turn a soft rose.

“Thanks, I think Jimin was more excited than anyone to be honest. Pretty sure he’s already organising a design space for me in his building alongside an office. Makes me feel kind of bad for waiting so long to take him up on it but I feel like I’m finally at a place in my life that I’m truly ready for that career change.” That seems to remind you of what he’d told you earlier, about his medication.

Your elated expression slowly fades and he watches in trepidation as your brow creased, the mood dimming. Were you unhappy with his choice? Taking a deep breath, he holds it for a moment before letting it out slowly.

“I want you to know that there is no pressure on you. For anything. I’m going to continue taking this medication because I want to focus on my new career without having to worry about any urges taking over. The side benefit to it means that...well,” He pauses for a moment. “I can have a proper relationship. Or at least, the kind of relationship that you’d want. If you want that. With me.”

There’s complete silence in the room and Taehyung feels the sudden urge to grab another slice of pizza and start eating. Just for something to do with his hands and to distract himself.

He doesn’t push though, just lets you process what he’s told you. It was a lot, so he wasn’t even particularly expecting an answer tonight. If he were being honest, then he wouldn’t be surprised if you took yourself off to your room for the night. Or even went to one of your friends to talk it over with them.

But as usual, you surprise him. You may be small and dainty compared to him, light as a feather and full of cheer, but your personality has always been big and bold. Which is why you tackle the topic head-on.

“I didn’t mean for you to hear, you know that right?” Is your first question and Taehyung nods quickly, reaching out to encompass your much smaller hand with his own. There’s nothing too familiar about the gesture, just a squeeze of reassurance to let you know he understands and isn’t mad or anything.

“I know. It was entirely my fault. I should’ve carried on as soon as I heard that you were talking but I just heard my name and...well.” He trails off, giving an awkward smile that causes you to smile in return. The gentle pressure on his hand makes him realise that you’re now trying to assuage his fears that you were annoyed.

“Hey, it’s okay. You may not have too many physical features of your animal side but you’ve got plenty of their abilities. We both know that you can’t control the fact that you can hear much better, so I don’t blame you. Nor do I blame you for stopping to listen. Especially when you realised what I was talking about,” Now it’s your turn to look abashed, gaze skittering away from his and down to your still joined hands. “I’d have done the same thing if I heard you talking about me.”

Swallowing, Taehyung wonders how he’s meant to respond to that. He didn’t know what he’d say anyway as his stomach feels like it’s full of butterflies suddenly. Really big, horrible butterflies that are making him feel nauseous. 

“So yeah, I’m not angry or annoyed over that. Please don’t worry too much. If anything...I’m kind of glad. Because it means you’ve confronted this head-on and now we both know how we feel about each other. Which is that we like each other. A lot. In case it wasn’t clear, I like you too. Really like you. But I also thought it wouldn’t work because I know what I want and need from my partner in my life and I knew that your instincts clashed with that. Again, not your fault. You can’t deny nature and I tried to make sure that you never felt like I was.” There’s a hint of something in your voice but Taehyung can’t figure it out.

Pain? Embarrassment? Worry?

Whatever it is, he doesn’t get a chance to query it because you forge on. The sweet lovebird he’d known for years seems to be wavering between shyness at talking about your feelings and determination to have everything laid out.

He can understand the feeling.

“You know, I’ve fantasised about this for years, but now that it’s happening-”

“You don’t know how to communicate what you’re feeling and it’s all way more awkward and not nearly as romantic or sexy as you’d imagined?” Taehyung finishes for you, biting his lip as he grins broadly. You snort in amusement before nodding, playing with his fingers for a minute or so as you try to rationalise it all in your head.

“Did you go on whatever that medication is...for me? Like...because you wanted a relationship? With me? I know you’ve said it’s also because you wanted a career doing something you’ve always wanted but…” Trailing off, you can’t seem to look him in the eyes.

Carefully, he uses his free hand to lift your chin until he can see you. There’s a brief moment where you try to avoid his gaze before you give in, staring back just as deeply. Nerves, fear and hope are warring within him and he imagines that he can see it reflected in your own eyes.

“I’m not going to say no because overhearing your conversation was what spurred me to talk to my doctor. Finding out that you liked me back and that I might have a chance with you made me want to try to make sure you get the best of me. I knew that there are horse hybrids out there who have monogamous relationships and who are happy, but I didn’t think that would be a possibility for me. And given what I was doing for my career, I thought it was just better to carry on as I was,

“But then when I was talking to him about it all, I realised that it would help me in other aspects of my life too. Yes, I could finally offer you the kind of relationship that you want and that I want to have with you, but it would also let me leave behind the porn and start focusing on what I want to do. You know that I’ve never really been one of those stallions who wants a herd and the porn helped me to get rid of those urges without giving in to them properly. I looked into it for you, but I took it for me.” Licking his lips, Taehyung realises that he feels lighter.

Like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he realises it’s because of what he’d told you. He’d been convinced that he was doing this to have a chance with you in the way he’d always dreamed of, but it was startling to realise that it was having such a positive effect in the rest of his life. For once, he was no slave to his instincts and had full control over himself, his emotions and his desires.

Just the thought of never having to do another film filled him with joy and happiness.

“Good. I wouldn’t want you to have changed yourself for me. But given that you have...what does it mean? Tell me.” Those pretty eyes, so big and wide, watch him intently and he gives a small half-smile as he shrugs with one shoulder.

“I mean...it’s basically like an inhibitor I guess? Reduces the amount of testosterone I produce, makes me less reactive to the scent of mares in heat and all that. There’s a whole bunch of medical stuff that I don’t understand but I just know what the doctor told me. It’s safe, it’s been tested many times before, and if things don’t work out, then I can come off them and be back to my old self. It just means that I won’t have the desire to have a herd or to...well sleep with multiple women, you know? Let’s be monogamous, a one-woman man. Finally.” Chuckling to himself, he runs his fingers through his pale hair so it’s out of his eyes.

“So...we could be together? Like...in a relationship? Just me and you?” 

“Yeah. The doctor said that as long as I’m on the medication then I’ll be like any other human or hybrid who doesn’t have a poly instinct. Not that there’s anything wrong with that obviously, but it means we can be together. In the future, if you want to be in a relationship or something...then if we decide to have kids or to not have them, I can get gelded and that’ll get rid of the instincts permanently.” Now your eyes widen in horror, hand covering your mouth as you gasp loudly.

“Gelded? They’d castrate you?” There’s a glance down from his face to his groin from you and he can’t help but laugh at the thought. Even if it does make him want to cup his balls protectively.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay! It’s okay! It’s just a vasectomy. Because I’m a stallion, it’s called being gelded. After that, I’d be officially known as a gelding. No longer able to have babies and with no real instinct to make my herd anymore.” Thankfully you look relieved at that and he wants to tease you about being so worried about his testicles. But instead, he just feels happy that you don’t tease him in turn about talking about potential babies already.

That’s a good sign.

“Okay. Okay...so, let’s think about this logically. I mean, is that being too cold? You admit that you like me back and you’re on medication to allow us to be in a relationship and I’m saying we need to think logically?” Taehyung pauses you with a finger to your lips, a smile on his own before he carefully wraps his arms around your shoulders.

He makes sure to give you plenty of time to make sure that you can pull away if you want to if you’re not comfortable with this, but you don’t. Instead, you almost seem to relax into him and link your arms around his waist. You can probably feel his heart beating through his chest, the muscle working extra hard while he feels a little breathless.

It’s not the first time he’s held you, but it feels different this time. There’s something more intimate about it and he can’t help but take a deep breath in, enjoying your scent.

“It’s fine. I’m kind of glad because I’ve made a complete mess of explaining myself here. So at least one of us can think more logically about it.”

“You didn’t do a terrible job. I mean...I’m certainly not going to vote for you or anything but it wasn’t bad. My question to you then...are we dating now?” And just like that, Taehyung’s breath is taken away. To the point, he almost chokes on his spit and ends up having a coughing fit.

Directly into your face, ruining any hint of romance.

Yep, he’d truly fucked this confession up. Taehyung was just lucky that you’d known him for so long that it just made your nose wrinkle as you wiped at your face with your shirt, grumbling lightly before pushing his shoulder.

“Gross.”

“Sorry! I wasn’t expecting that though! I mean, you just straight up asked. I was expecting like...more talking and exchanging feelings. More awkwardness.” Leaning away from him, you give him a very droll stare that makes him wince. Well, at least it was awkward now.

“Sorry for not living up to those weird expectations I guess? I just figure that we’ve spent long enough dancing around each other, right? I don’t want to waste any more time or have any more miscommunication so if it’s too abrupt for you then I’m still not sorry. I like you, Kim Taehyung. And given what you’ve told me, and what you’ve done for me, I want to finally have that relationship I’ve been wanting for so many years.” The authoritative tone in your voice is more attractive than he’d expected, causing his brow to rise. 

Feisty.

“Okay. Yes. Yes, we’re dating. Together. We’re together. Boyfriend and girlfriend. I need to shut up.” Clamming up, he forces his mouth to shut and for his muscles to remain still. In reality, he wants to jump for joy and scream out that this was happening. Even if part of him is embarrassed that he’s incapable of talking now.

It’s all worth it though when you give him a huge smile, so big and bright and full of happiness.

“You’re cute, you know that?” Now he’s blushing; cheeks high and a delightful rose as he tries to contain his smile. He’s supposed to be cool, the epitome of an educated man who is extremely experienced around women. And yet here he is, acting like a teenager getting his first girlfriend.

“Not what I normally get called.” You’re the one who looks a little shy at that, your eyes darting away from his as you bite at your lip. There’s a hint of nerves to you now and something else, something he can’t quite figure out. The way you wiggle slightly in place has him frowning in confusion, wondering what’s made you suddenly so quiet. This was the behaviour he’d been expecting from you, so it felt a relief to finally get it but also strange given how confident you’d been.

“What’s wrong? Where’s my bold girlfriend gone?” Gently poking your waist, he tries to ignore the thrill that rises inside him when he calls you that. It was going to take some time to get used to it.

Thankfully, it also manages to breakthrough whatever shell you’d suddenly formed around yourself. Grasping his hand with your own, you let out a soft whine as he continues to prod at you and he quickly intertwines his fingers with your own. For a moment, he’s too busy staring down at your hand in amused awe to remember what he’d asked you.

“Your hand is tiny, you know that?”

“No, you just have huge hands. All of you is huge, just like all of me is small. The difference between a horse and a lovebird.” Now it’s your turn to push at his stomach, a small smile on your face. Taehyung grins at that, but he grins, even more, when he catches your eyes flicking down to his lap.

It all clicked into place in his head, from the way you got shy at him saying he’s not normally called cute to the way you call him huge. You’re not wrong; Taehyung is massive when compared to you. Denser bones add to it at all, allowing him to lift and move heavy weights with ease whereas you’d developed a lighter bone structure that was more reminiscent of birds.

Taehyung had never broken a bone before, whereas you had to be careful doing certain things. But the size difference between you both was made even more obvious when he thought about sex. He was bigger than most human and hybrid males down below, and he wondered if there was something wrong with him that the knowledge you knew that turned him on.

Not that you’d ever seen him naked or anything, but you weren’t stupid. He was infamous in the porn industry for a reason.

Which suddenly made him consider something, his head tilting slightly as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Have you ever watched my stuff? Like my films or anything? I know for a fact that some of them are on those free porn sites.” Biting his lip, he watches closely for any positive sign. One of the benefits of being a horse hybrid was that he was highly attuned to microexpressions in others.

Originally meant to watch out for danger and keep himself safe, it was more useful for getting an idea of where a conversation was going. It also made Taehyung feel very stupid that he’d never noticed you were in love with him before.

He doesn’t need to have any extra abilities to read your face right now though, not with how you look almost like you wish the floor would swallow you whole. You can’t even meet his eyes and it delights him.

“You have!” 

“No! I wouldn’t do that, you’re my best friend. That’d be weird.” Taehyung can sense the distress in your voice and he forces himself to tone down. He had no issues with the idea of you watching his stuff; if anything it was a turn on. But this relationship was so new that it had barely been born and he didn’t want to push your boundaries just yet. 

Still, he felt like he had a right to know.

“Hey, listen to me, it wouldn’t bother me if you did. I actually would find it a turn on to know you’ve watched me. I hope you weren’t upset though, I only did all of that to satisfy my instincts so that I could enjoy my time with you. But I made those films and videos for people to enjoy. If you got off to some of them that I’d consider it a job well done. Don’t feel embarrassed if you did.” Using his free hand, he lets his fingers trail along your cheek. It’s warm beneath his touch, the blood rushing in response to your tumultuous emotions and he reassuringly runs his thumb across it.

“You’re...you’re not bothered by the idea of that?” 

Taehyung chuckles at your disbelief and shrugs genially, making sure to portray an aura of calm and serenity. The only thing that bothered him about the idea of you watching his videos was that he was already sporting a semi at the very thought of his supposed ‘innocent’ best friend watching him railing some mare.

Which should be a terrible thought, but it just meant that he was all the more experienced for you. There would be no doubt in his mind that he could show you a world of pleasure that you’d never even imagined; as pompous and egotistic as that sounded.

Sex was his area of expertise though.

“I mean...I knew it was a risk when I started. I make porn. Porn is available freely on the internet and I fully expected some of my friends to be at least a little curious. Plus, there’s the whole ‘horse hybrid’ thing going on. I don’t tend to get embarrassed easily around sex. If anything, it’s kinda exciting knowing that you’ve seen some.” You’re giving him a look of pure confusion and he can’t help but laugh heartily. 

Oh, he loves you. He loves how befuddled you are at his refusal to adhere to your expectations. Given how reserved you were normally about sex and relationships, it was delightful to shatter your illusions surrounding him and make your perusal of his work sound like a benefit rather than something to be ashamed of.

“So...what did you think? You’ve never given me a rating before, so I’m curious.” Once more, your eyes dart away from his and he has to stifle a snort at how you suddenly find the wall so interesting. The artwork on there was nice, he’d picked it out himself, but it wasn’t that nice.

He doesn’t push though. What he wants is for this relationship to start on trust and honesty. So if you want to trust him enough to be honest about your opinion then he’d accept that. If it was still too early for you; he’d accept that too.

“It was good. I mean, I haven’t watched much. It was years ago and only a few minutes before I felt weird. Like I was spying on you. That’s it though! I swear I haven’t seen anything else. It felt like I was...perving on you or something.” Grasping at his hands desperately, you give him such big eyes that try to get across your honesty.

It makes his lips quirk in amusement and he links your fingers together once more, squeezing lightly. For a few moments, he considers how to respond to you before deciding to just go for it. Which means he slowly leans forward to you, eyes flicking down to your lips and giving you plenty of chances to pull away and leave.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a little bit of a relief, knowing you’ve seen at least something. But most importantly...can I kiss you?” Taehyung swears you deflate, your entire body seeming to relax with a deep breath you let out.

He’d be worried if it wasn’t for the huge grin that you have painted on your face now, the delight making your skin almost glow with health and happiness. It’s a beautiful look and he feels like he’s enraptured once more, falling in love with you all over again. At least now he has an outlet for these mushy feelings.

“Finally!” 

There’s only time for Taehyung’s eyes to widen in shock before you’re shaking your hands free of his own and grasping at his shirt. With a surprising amount of strength, you jerk him forwards and his lips crash against your own. That’s the only way to describe it, as it kinda hurts. His lips mashed against his teeth a little and his nose bumps against yours, causing him to whine.

You let him go almost immediately, looking intensely embarrassed as you rub at your mouth and nose. He does the same, making sure that there’s nothing wrong with his beloved nose while licking at his lips to soothe the dull ache. But then he can’t help but laugh, the sound bright and rumbling up from his chest as he contemplates what just happened.

Every time that he thought you would zig, you instead zagged. Over the years, he’d learnt to go with the flow with you in regards to this with his friendship but for some reason, he’d never quite realised that it would be much the same with a romantic relationship. You defied his expectations and made him feel like he was constantly on his toes.

He loved it, including when almost headbutted him with your first kiss.

“I am so sorry-” You start, your eyes wide and worry emanating from you. He shakes his head, trying to stifle his amusement before reaching out and cupping your face with a gentle touch.

“Okay, how about we try this again but...a little slower this time, yeah?” Keeping your face steady, he inches forward until he can feel your warm breath on his cheek. You’ve already closed your eyes in anticipation and he has to squash the desire to grin, instead fulfilling both of your wishes by pressing his lips against your own.

It’s a soft and gentle kiss at first, exploratory and uncertain. Neither of you knows how to kiss the other properly, or what the other likes, and so you both simply...take your time. Taehyung’s thumb strokes along with the softness of your cheek while your hands flatten against his chest, palms hot where they rest.

He’s kissed a lot of women in his life; some he’s proud of, some he’s not and some he doesn’t even care about. But this is the best kiss so far. Even as slow and unsure as it is, it’s still the best.

Because it’s you.

There’s more than a hint of inexperience in your kiss and it doesn’t surprise him. He knows that you’ve at least kissed a few people before, but you didn’t have a huge amount of experience in it. Instead, it’s just enough that he feels comfortable but not enough to have you take the lead.

So he does, instead. And given how bold you’d been earlier, he takes the initiative to be bold this time as well. 

With almost minimal strength required on his behalf, he slips his hands down to your hips and grips them tightly, lifting and depositing you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. He doesn’t even make a noise as he does so, your weight nothing to him.

His ancestors had been bred for heavy lifting and pulling, after all.

What he doesn’t anticipate though, is the way you moan into his mouth or how you wiggle slightly at his action. Pulling from you, one brow lifts as he looks you over inquisitively. His question is silent, but you understand it immediately. There’s nowhere for you to look now, not when you’re so close to him.

So you stare at his chin instead, carefully avoiding his eyes as your hands move to play with his soft hair. The blonde strands are almost golden instead of platinum in the soft light of the nearby lamp, just visible in his vision from where you stroke them.

“I forget how strong you are sometimes.” The words are muttered and he gets the impression that you’re hoping he doesn’t hear. And that he won’t query it further. But he does, of course, he does.

“Do you have a strength kink, Chirp?” 

“Wha-no! That’s, why would I-” Spluttering, you lean back a little and take a moment to shuffle until you’re more comfortable on his lap. Your legs are on either side of his now, comfortable in their almost kneeling position but most of your weight is on his legs. He takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist and tug you closer, enjoying the warmth you give him.

“It’s cool if you do. I can fulfil that. Not yet though, if that’s okay. But I need you to know something right now. I don’t want us to have sex right now. Not yet. Since being a teenager, I’ve been obsessed with sex. An unfortunate side effect of being a stallion. For the first time in my adult life...I don’t feel an insatiable need for it. And it’s kinda nice. I don’t want us to start our relationship with sex. I want us to explore each other and our relationship first and then introduce sex. I need to learn that sex is something intimate and between only us now. I’ve spent too long viewing it as work.” He tries to make sure that his words are carefully said and that he’s not rushing them, but now he’s the one a little nervous.

You’d been far bolder than he’d ever expected and now he was worried that you might expect sex from him immediately. It was an easy, even acceptable, assumption to make given what he was and his career. But he didn’t want that. As he’d said, he wanted to start this relationship with love and trust.

Lust could come later.

There’s no answer from you for a moment and he sighs, letting his hands awkwardly stroke at your sides in an attempt to give them something to do.

“I’m sorry if that’s not what you were expecting. Or not what you wanted. I’m a little surprised you’ve been so forward with me and-” A soft fingertip presses against his lips, causing him to quieten instantly.

Smiling softly, you lean forward and kiss him. It’s just as chaste as the one previously, only you’ve controlled yourself a little more compared to your first attempt. He takes solace in it though and now his body is the one deflating. There’s a silent acceptance in that kiss.

When you finally pull away from him, he finds himself chasing after you. It’s an odd sensation for him to do that without any intention of going further but he finds that he likes it. There’s no doubt that you can feel what’s going on in his pants; he can’t control everything after all but just because his body is saying yes doesn’t mean his mind is.

And you accept that. He can tell instantly, from the reassuring smile you give him and how you embrace him so warmly and carefully. 

“It’s okay, Tae. I’ll admit to being a little disappointed but I can understand your reasoning behind it. And I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to. I know you’d do the same for me. I guess it’s just going to make it better when we finally do get to it, right?” Teasing him, you stick your tongue out and poke at his cheek.

Almost immediately, his nose wrinkles and your laugh lightly. For a moment, the sounds are almost like chirping and he can see your lovebird origins so clearly. That was to say nothing of the fact that you were now subconsciously grooming his hair, fingertips running through the platinum strands and getting rid of any unfortunate kinks or knots.

“Thank you.” He whispers, letting his hands wrap around your waist until he’s hugging you. It takes minimal effort to have you plastered against him, head resting on his shoulder as he embraces you so tightly. You smell heavenly, and he wonders what he did to be given the chance to be with you after so many years.

“Can we go on a date though? I mean...like now?” Tilting his head back, he frowns before looking at the table and the pizza boxes.

“What? Where? We’ve already eaten?”

“Okay, but I’m kinda horny and you’re kinda horny and I think we both need to talk a walk and cool down. So...how about we have our first date? I’ve been waiting a while for this, Kim Taehyung.” Your smile is so big and bright, dazzling him and making his stomach flutter.

He doesn’t even realise he’s nodding until you practically launch yourself from his lap, rushing over to the door and chattering away. If he was being honest, he had no idea what you were talking about as you quickly pulled your shoes on and sorted out your bag.

Taehyung didn’t even care, because he’d done it. He had the girl he’d been in love with for years, who he’d been certain he had no chance with. You could regale him with a thousand and one tales and he’d listen to them all with a content smile because he was yours, and you were his.

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the crushing weight of certainty

Vaguely a part of my Snapshots duet.

cw for domestic violence, slapping, verbal abuse

[ao3]

“Schlatt!” calls Quackity, stumbling after him down the halls of the White House. His face is pale, hands shaking. There’s blood on his starched white shirt. His jacket smells of gunpowder. He keeps seeing Tubbo’s face behind his eyelids every time he blinks, shocked, scared, childish, from the moment right before the fireworks hit. “Schlatt, what the fuck was–”

Schlatt ignores him. Doesn’t even so much as slow down. He’s walking with a confidence and clarity of purpose Quackity’s never seen him move with before. It’s a little frightening. It’s a little unnerving.

It’s a little like discovering that the lazy old mutt you’ve had living out in your back garden for months is, in fact, a purebred wolf.

When he finally catches up, he grabs Schlatt’s elbow, shakes it. “No, Schlatt, look at me, seriously, what the– what the fuck was that, because you just– that was murder, Schlatt! That was an execution! You just, we just, that was a citizen we just killed! He’s a kid! What–”

Schlatt backhands him.

The blow knocks Quackity to the floor, leaves him sat on his ass and staring up at Schlatt in shocked bewilderment. His lip has split, badly, dribbling wet crimson down his chin. His cheek throbs in time to his heartbeat, turning pink to red to almost-purple with a rising bruise. His brain can’t quite work out what’s just happened. Schlatt’s hit him before, of course, but– not like this. Not properly, not with actual power behind it. Not like he means it.

Schlatt starts advancing. He still looks like he means it.

Quackity starts doing his best to crawl away, one-handed, still on his back, not daring to take his eyes off Schlatt. “Schlatt–” he gasps, a hand pressed to his cheek, his forearm held awkwardly over his face.

“You fucking pussying out on me now?” snarls Schlatt, still advancing with a predator’s prowl, matching Quackity’s desperate scrabbling inch for inch. “Are you? Are you?” He raises a fist and grins when Quackity flinches, all big teeth and whiskey-breath. “Fucking answer me when I'm speaking to you, you little shit!”

“I, I, Schlatt, I–” Quackity stammers out– something, terrified, eyes wide. When words fail, he whimpers, more of a sob. He starts trying to cover his head rather than just his face as he scrambles backwards.

His efforts at self-defence are for nothing. Schlatt catches him, as easy as a dog with a rat, hauls him up by his collar to backhand him again.

Quackity's nose starts bleeding, profusely.

“You wanted this, sweetheart!” snarls Schlatt, face inches from Quackity’s bloody, bruised one. The grin is more of a snarl, now, bared-teeth and nasty and mad. “You agreed to be my fuckin' vice, you agreed to run this goddamn shithole of a country, and now you want to fucking pussy out on what it takes to be a leader? You got cold fucking feet?”

Another backhand. Quackity's face is a mess of red, his pupils blown huge with fear, his mouth half-open and his swollen lower lip trembling.

“Oh no, pumpkin, oh no. You do not fucking get to do that. You hear me? You don't get to do that. We're in this together, to the end of the fucking line, sugar plum, and if you- if you start trying to do whatever the fuck this is, then I'm gonna get real fucking mad. Okay?"

He shakes Quackity, hard enough Quackity’s teeth clack together. Hard enough his brain feels like it bruises against the inside of his skull.

“Sch– Schlatt. Schlatt.” Quackity’s hyperventilating, voice quiet, blood dribbling down from his nostrils over his lips and staining his teeth pink. He can taste it on his tongue, hot salt and copper, feel it dribble thickly down the back of his throat. “Schlatt. Please. You're hurting me."

“Do I look like I give a shit?”

Another shake. Quackity makes a high, terrified, hitching noise. His bloodied head lolls on his shoulders.

“Do I?! Answer me, you stupid little bitch!”

“N– no, Schlatt– no–”

“Good. Because I fucking don't.”

Schlatt pauses, something odd passing over his face. He raises the hand not around Quackity’s collar to stroke from one corner of Quackity's lower lip to the other, smearing blood across it like lipstick, obscene, copper-salt bitter.

Quackity's chest is heaving like there's not enough air in the room.

“Listen real fucking close now, sweetheart,” says Schlatt, eventually, and sticks his thumb in his mouth. Quackity watches as sucks the blood off of it, absent, thoughtless. “Because I’m only gonna ask this once. Are you with me, or not?”

Not trusting his voice, Quackity nods, jerky, frantic. There is no other answer here. Even he, stupid little bitch that he is, knows that much.

“Good.” Schlatt sets him back on his feet. His knees nearly buckle, breath leaving him in a wheeze as he locks them in a desperate attempt to stay standing. Schlatt does not try to help steady him. “Good boy. That's what I like to fucking hear

Quackity’s nose drips blood onto the marble floor of the White House in hot, wet spatters. His head rings, his cheek aches. He can’t get breathe properly. He can’t breathe.

It’s only when Schlatt walks away, steps into his bedroom and slams the door behind him, that he manages to drag in an unsteady inhale. When he brings a hand up to cover his mouth and nose, gasping, and is surprised to find tears mixed in with the blood that puddles in his palm.

He thinks, for the first time, that he might be in over his head.