#THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS??? SORRY HA

[readychilledwine]

Call My Name

Nightmare Prompt Drabble -“How long have you been having nightmares like this?”

Summary - War leaves a last mark on all who see it.

Warnings - Mentions of loss and death, mentions of war, reader is spiraling in secret.

A/N - My heart is so sad because I got bumped while drafting this and accidentally deleted the anon 🥺

So, if this is familiar to you and you sent me this, losing someone you lose to cancer is one of the hardest things to live through. I am so sorry, Anon. I wanted this to be perfect and warm. I wanted it to be filled with comfort. I held onto it for a while because I was worried about it not filling that need, but as someone who can sympathize with that loss, it hits where I think it needs to in a very short and sweet way.

🦊Lucien Masterlist🦊Master Masterlist🦊

The feel and scent of blood was still so real as you calmed yourself and strong hands helped you sit up. It felt as if a weight was on your chest, closing in and seizing the very breath from your lungs.

“You're alright,” a voice deep with sleep stated. “Breathe. Take a deep breath. Breathe.” Lucien sat in front of you, his normally perfect hair a mess, his pajama pants wrinkled from moving as he slept.

“Lu?”

“You were screaming,” even in his sleepy state, his voice was like a silk that soothed your fears. “I could hear you from my room. I think we could all hear you, actually.”

Shame filled you. You normally could contain your nightmares to your own space, warding and shielding out the world from the visions that haunted your mind. “I apologize. I try to keep it in here,” you motioned to your room. “Rhysand taught me to shield, and it appears they failed me tonight.”

He shook his head. “Never apologize to me for being afraid. You are young and have already lived through so much. You have seen far too many things,” his voice was soft with sympathy as he settled down in your bed, pulling you to lay beside him. “How long have you been having nightmares like this?”

That sentence, one no one else had bothered to ask, opened the floodgates. “Since the war. Since-” You could finish, couldn't allow your mind to slip into that haunted place.

“I understand,” he stopped you as if he did not want you to bear that pain. Soft hands moved to your face, stroking your cheek bones. “I know that feeling. That piece of you leaving this world yet lingering in your nightmares and dreams. It makes you feel trapped. Like you can't move on no matter how desperately you try, and the hardest thing is no one has real advice.” He made sure his eyes found yours, the soft moon highlighting his own jawline and cheeks. “Other fae will tell you time heals all wounds, but I've learned that isn't always true.”

“Wounds like this fester, my spark. They infect and slowly kill. They rob you of your joy, your safety and security, your light,” his voice broke. “I cannot stand the idea of you losing your light. Not so young. Not so fresh to the magic of our world."

He waited for you to breathe before he spoke again, "I know it is hard, but you need to talk to someone. Me, Rhysand, Nesta. Any of us. We may not be able to replace them, but we can help you as you reshape your world around this loss. We can help you find another kindling to keep your flame alive."

You could only give a whimper as tears began to fall freely. You had not felt so seen, so safe, in months. He pulled you closer, wrapping you in his warmth and scent. “You don't have to decide now, but we will speak again in the morning. Sleep, my dear, I'll keep you safe tonight.”

[lesbielol]

Howdyyyy, do you have any good porn recs with strap on use? It’s hard to find good lesbian porn where it’s being used. If you do have any recs that’ll be golden

i’m answering all these together because why not :3

MEN and MINORS do not interact (for the love of god have your age somewhere on your blog it isn’t that hard!!)

strap on recs

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[beets]

baby, bi bi bi

[screams-of-the-damned84]

(flops on stage) i now present to you my very silly swap au,,,

essentially jasper is now the co-leader of the society who was bitten by a werewolf and is trying to hide it, jekyll is the uni student who got kicked out due to his experiments and then picked up off the streets, etc. jasper and rachel can’t communicate and jekyll and lanyon are living the world’s weirdest horror romcom you’ve ever seen. more info under cut hehe (feat. bad explanations and doodles)

in simpler terms, jekyll and lanyon swap narrative positions (?? is that the right term) with jasper and rachel respectively. (lanyons and rachels swap doesn’t technically work as well as Jekyll’s and jaspers does but shhhhh). Frankenstein becomes the mad scientist that attacks the society and moreau becomes jaspers idol.

longer explanation but WARNING!! it is 3am when i am typing this and i am terrible at explaining. it may be slightly incomprehensible.

so like jasper and rachel founded the society after jasper publishes his research and gets semi famous. two years before current events jasper is out on a research venture and gets bitten by a werewolf. he doesn’t want to scare rachel or the lodgers so he keeps it a secret (to his own detriment). flash forward to now and jasper gets a call to investigate a “creature” terrorizing the streets of london only to find hyde.

before jasper can process the dumpster man he is looking at hyde transforms back into jekyll. jekyll explains that while trying to prove his theory of spiritual alchemy at his university he may or may not have split his own soul. and got kicked out. and is now living on the streets.

jasper, not really knowing what else to do and kinda relating to the poor guy, takes him back to the society. he introduces his co-leader rachel, who pretty much keeps this entire thing up and running. (rachel and jekyll still become friends but she especially takes to hyde. that little brother shaped hole in her heart is still very much present!) then theres the lodgers (idk how they all swap) and then there’s lanyon, a university student at the society because it was mandatory for one of his courses. he is not enjoying it and would very much rather be breaking boy’s hearts back at school. lucky for him tho, there’s jekyll!

this goes about as well as you would expect. lanyon then spends the rest of his stay at the society trying to understand (and woo) the conundrum that is jekyll and hyde. it’s very fluffy and they learn to communicate like jasper and rachel in canon (yippee!)

unfortunately for jasper and rachel, they have been playing the “just friends” game for the last decade. im having a bit of trouble trying to flesh out swap rachel so i don’t really know if she’s in a lavender marriage like canon lanyon is or is estranged/divorced or just single but whatever the case is she likes jasper but thinks he just sees her as a friend while jasper is madly in love with her and is too scared to tell her. this problem has only worsened since jasper got bitten. everyone else tho is aware of how they feel about each other and are stuck witnessing their tortuously long slow burn.

(hyde and lanyon at some point probably come up with a scheme to try and get them to confess. it goes horribly wrong.)

so yeah. this au has been floating around in my head ever since i read the comic for the first time. it mainly came to be because of how well jasper and jekyll parallel each other and because i wanted to draw stupid fluff and older jasper lol.

if anyone has any ideas/questions/etc TELL ME!!!!! this is just a rough idea if you have a better concept go for it awhdvgevd

[retquits]

Aro/Ace pride flag Olric? :) (what if neat rock pride stone in aro/ace colors??)

10 steps ahead of you 😎 WIP from an olric page

[thatsamonkey]

if we dont crack the worlds shell the hawk will tuah without being born

[hoshiina]

— a guy asks for your number ft. hoshina, narumi, reno

warnings: mentions dick and profanities in hoshina's

[mosspapi]

Able-bodied people remember the existence of words such as debilitating, incapacitating, draining, all-consuming, overwhelming, destructive, drastic, limiting, disruptive, excruciating, etc. instead of using a fucking slur challenge: difficulty level impossible

[winkeuu]

[futuristicson]

I will leave my mark.

[toaster-fire-art]

putting together and cleaning up some things ♡ 

mini ramble/vent/what have you below cut

I got completely and utterly distracted with life and having no motivation to post anyhing despite drawing everyday, as it goes :3

Hope you all are well, I have been focusing a lot on my stories and drawing a lot of my characters, and even though I've posted them a few times I always feel weirdly guilty about posting that since it's not really what I have an audience for, but I'm still going to because it's what I want to do and care for. I don't plan on making a seperate blog or anything since I like this blog as my little dumping site looool.

I haven't been working on a lot of fan content, but that's mostly because I just got burnt out and will still return to all my WIPS and projects I intended to do and then kinda fell off the face of the earth with so sorry.

I'm a busy guy stressed about credentials and life but it's all good, I've had this sitting in my drafts for like 2 months, stay tuned for me digging my head out of the mud :)

[razables]

yeah sure.

[miserablejester]

Childermass' adventures on grindr

Original post: X

Bonus Uskglass:

[mochiwrites]

SCARIAN PARENTHOOD ARC????? I just saw that post Mochi PLS make this canon this is so fucking sweet ;~; grrgrhhhhhhh that would be so adorable 😭

canon you say? 👀

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Of everything Grian expected from this day upon waking up with a snoring husband in his ear, a secret breach was not a part of the list. Trying to break into Mumbo’s vault, restock The Entity, get Hotguy’d by Scar, all typical occurrences. Searching the server far and wide for a strange anomaly that got past the firewall? Not even close to a thought on his mind.

Still, here he is, checking around the Rift for any strange or unusual entities. Grumbot Prime beeps behind him, watching as he looks over the shifting portal. He doesn’t see anything too unusual upon a surface level gleam of the place.

Up above, he hears the telltale flap of an elytra, along with a call of his name. Looking up, he spots Scar gliding into the cave, landing nearby. “There you are! I swear you took off like a rocket as soon as Xisuma finished explainin’ everything!” Scar heaves a breath as he pauses to catch it. “Have you found anything?”

Grian steps back from the Rift as he shakes his head. “Not yet. I was just about to open my Eyes to search for anything that’s hiding,” he answers. Easily does he slip his hand into Scar’s, lacing their fingers together. “What about you?”

Scar’s lips tilt low in a light frown. “I checked by the Elven Tree and Cookie Emporium but couldn’t find a thing,” he sighs, squeezing Grian’s hand. “Was just about to check Scarland if you’re willing to come along?” His voice carries something hopeful in it, making Grian smile despite the pile of nerves that sit in his stomach.

There’s only a handful of things that can break through a server as strong as Hermitcraft, and Grian has every reason to fear it.

“Yeah,” he answers. “Let me do a quick sweep of the place first.” Grian leans toward Scar to press a kiss to his cheek before looking back toward the Rift. He shuts his eyes with a quiet exhale, internally flipping the switch of his Watcher magic. Keeping his normal eyes shut, a ring of purple eyes float around his head, painting his view in a mix of code and a lavender tinted haze.

He hears Scar mutter beside him, “hot.” Grian promptly elbows him, the feathers of his wings fluffing. Scar laughs in return, although the sound is a little breathy.

Ignoring the distraction of his husband, Grian scans the Rift. Almost immediately is he overwhelmed with the strings of code before him, making him wince. He’ll be feeling that later in the form of a killer headache. But that’s a problem for future Grian. Present Grian has a completely different problem at hand. Lying within the code of the Rift is lines of broken numbers, a small hole. The numbers flicker in and out, and Grian swallows thickly.

“Well,” he starts, voice weak, “I’ve figured out how the anomaly got in.” Guilt already starts to flood him, as he realizes this is his fault. Who knows what he’s gone and accidentally allowed in. Stupid.

“That’s great!” Scar cheers, though one look at Grian’s uneasy expression and he wilts. “Or… maybe not?”

Grian doesn’t answer, Eyes still reading through the ruined code. He picks up on some kind of trail of numbers, and realizes it’s traceable. His eyes open and he looks at Scar. “I think I know where it is.”

Scar squeezes his hand again, a silent reassurance of I’m here. “Lead the way, G.”

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Of all places, they’re brought to a forest not so far from Scarland. The warped numbers twist around the leaves and branches, creating an easy enough trail for Grian to follow. They walk along a path as they look around, keeping an eye out for anything strange.

They come to a small clearing within the forest and that’s when they find their anomaly. Sitting by a pond is a little girl who looks no older than six. On her back are two little wings, the feathers in a complete state of disarray. She wears what looks like an old dress, tattered and singed at the edges. Bandages cover her hands and arms, and she has some light scrapes and bruises.

Grian and Scar share a look before they look back at the child. He gestures for Scar.

“Uh—hello there!” Scar begins, sounding a bit unsure.

The girl startles, her wings fluffing up as she whips her head toward them. Her eyes widen with fear as soon as she sees them, hurrying to her feet.

“Wait!” Scar exclaims as she goes to run. However, he doesn’t have to do much for she trips and lands on the ground with a pained cry. He looks at Grian, who wears a similar expression of concern. Scar looks at the girl again, taking a few small steps toward her. “Are you okay?”

Hastily, she pushes herself up onto her knees, wings opening in an attempt to make herself bigger. Her big brown eyes are filled with tears, expression tight in terror. “S-Stay away!” she shouts, her voice shaking and wet. “I don’t wanna go back!”

“Go back?” Scar repeats, confused, taking another small step forward. “We’re not gonna make you—”

“I said s-stay away!” she yells again, her eyes flashing purple. Grian’s breath catches at the sight of it, and if he needs further evidence of this little girl’s identity, she looks right at him. Afraid. “H-He’s gonna bring me back! He has the big scary eyes like all the others do!”

Grian thinks he’s going to be sick.

“What?” Scar looks over at Grian, confused. He stares at the avian for a second before his eyes widen in realization. “G, your magic thingy! Make them go away!”

Right, he didn’t shut his Eyes—that’s what’s scaring the poor kid even more. Letting them close, he feels a soft pressure against his skull, and Grian grimaces. Lovely time for a headache. Pushing that aside, he looks at the girl. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologizes. “They can’t reach you here, I promise.”

She still looks afraid, and Grian winces.

“Why don’t we introduce ourselves, hm?” Scar smiles at her as he sits down on the ground. “I’m Scar, and this lovely man right here is Grian. We’re members of Hermitcraft, the server you’ve stumbled into,” he introduces cheerfully as Grian sits beside him. “What’s your name?”

“I…” the girl begins, though her eyes well up with tears. “I don’t remember…”

“Hey, hey, that’s alright! Why don’t you pick a nickname to be called for now?” Scar’s smile doesn’t waver, staying warm and gentle as he speaks to her. He never fails to amaze Grian, truly. Scar really is a wonderful man.

The girl blinks at Scar, looking confused. “A… nickname?” she asks.

“Yeah! It can be whatever you want, we just need a name to call you by,” Scar explains. “Everyone deserves a name.”

Her expression scrunches as she tries to think of a nickname, deep in thought. Grian can’t help finding the sight adorable, watching her wings twitch. “I… I wanna be called Sunny,” she decides on, and the smile Scar gives her is so bright.

“I think that’s an amayzin’ choice, Sunny!” He grins at her, watching the way her eyes light up. “Do you think you could tell us what happened to you, Sunny? You said you didn’t want to go back… did you run away from someone?” The two of them already know the answer to this, but they have to be sure.

Sunny flinches at the question, her wings folding tightly to her back as her shoulders rise. The tears are quick to return as she looks down at her lap, shaking. “T-They… they were really tall and had a-all these big wings…” she sniffles. “They w-were really scary… and they’d m-make me do training that really hurt…”

Grian’s hands curl into tight fists, some protective feeling clawing at his chest. Just hearing how trembly her voice is leaves Grian’s blood boiling. Seeing how little she is, knowing what the Watchers are like, his heart cracks. Judging by the hitch in Scar’s breath he has the same reaction, the man frowning.

“I-I’m sorry,” the little girl apologizes, looking up at the two of them as she sniffles. “Please don’t t-tell Them I’m here..! Don’t make me go b-back! I just… just wanted to see the sun…” Her tiny wings wrap around herself as she trembles, and Grian feels his heart breaking in half. She looks so small and afraid, he can’t imagine what it must’ve been like for someone at her age.

“It’s okay,” Grian’s speaking before he thinks, avian instincts crying for him to protect her. “No one here is going to make you go back. Not if I have anything to say about it.” There’s a stubbornness to his voice that catches him off guard, and he can feel Scar’s eyes on him. For the moment he ignores it, focusing only on soothing the scared child before him. He’s not good with kids like Scar is, but he’s sure going to give it his best shot. “Hermitcraft is a safe place for runaways like us. You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to.”

Sunny stares at him with open surprise, her brown eyes shiny as new tears start to form.

Scar doesn’t bother hiding his own shock from Grian, but he quickly covers it up after, keeping it for much later, when it’s just the two of them together. For now, he nods earnestly in agreement, “You’ll be safe here, promise. Once we explain everything to our admin I’m sure he’ll have no problem with you staying!”

Grian watches as the girl begins sniffling before her little wings flutter and she’s flying right into them. It catches both of them off guard, Grian’s own wings flaring as he and Scar hurry to catch her. She presses her face into Scar’s shoulder as she shakes and cries and Grian looks at his husband. He sees the same protective gleam within the depths of his eyes, and Scar nods at him.

They’re going to do whatever it takes to make sure she stays here.

[walkingstackofbooks]

"I can't believe he used to annoy me," said Miles, watching as Julian chattered animatedly with Nerys and Keiko across the room. "Now it's just nice to see him like this again. It's quite the change, isn't it - but then, I guess you've got used to it by now?" He turned to Ezri, smiling. "Clearly, eight months with you have been good for him."

It took a few moment for Ezri to respond, and Miles had no idea what her expression meant. He'd never known her particularly well, and since returning to Earth they'd only exchanged a few words over subspace if she'd walked in on one of his conversations with Julian.

"I don't think I've ever seen him like this," she said eventually.

Well that was unbelievable. Julian was resonating with the sort of energy he always did when he was in love, so Ezri had to be doing something right.

"What do you mean?" he asked, brow furrowing.

"He's so bouncy. And talkative. Usually he's more - I don't know - restrained, I guess? It's suddenly like..." She paused, thinking. "Well, like he's back planning your Alamo battles with you, but more, and for everything - even in the staff meeting earlier! He's been smiling the whole day."

Miles' frown deepened. "That's just Julian being Julian," he said. "I know the war took a lot out of him - it took a lot out of all of us - but..." He trailed off. "I just assumed he'd managed to get back to normal. You've really never seen him like this?"

Ezri shook her head, then stopped herself, wincing a little. "I know Jadzia did?" she said cautiously. "But her relationship with Julian was so different, she always saw him as so much younger than her. And honestly, I try not to pry into her memories of him too much. It doesn't seem fair."

"How would you describe him, then?" Miles asked curiously. "What's usual for you?"

She smiled. "Kind, sweet, gentle. A little awkward, sometimes. Not as much as me, though," she added with a soft chuckle.

"He makes me laugh," she continued, "but I wouldn't call him 'funny'. He's usually quite a quiet, serious person - or not quiet, perhaps, just... reserved? If we're alone, we'll talk for hours, but at gatherings like this, he'll try, but ends up getting kind of distant. That's why it's felt so odd the past two days. He seems almost... manic?"

"Probably just the suprise of seeing us," Miles replied, a little unsettled. Humming in unconvinced agreement, Ezri's gaze returned to watch her partner, who was now allowing Molly to drag him over to inspect the tower she'd been building with Jake.

"It's like he's forgotten to be sad," she said suddenly. "Is that what it is? He seems lighter, in a way."

Miles chuckled nervously. "I can't believe our visit is having that much of an effect on him," he replied. "Has work been busier than normal lately? Maybe he just needed a break."

"No, it's definitely more than that," Ezri responded firmly. "I know Julian. He's--"

"Dad, come and look at my tower!" Molly interrupted, dashing over to their sofa. "Julian said it's the best one he's ever seen!"

"Well, if Julian said that, sounds like you don't need my opinion," Miles teased, causing his daughter to roll her eyes.

"But Julian's just a doctor, you're an engineer."

"I suppose I am," Miles replied. "Sorry, Ezri, do you mind if--"

"Not at all," she said easily, waving him off. "I've... got a lot to think about."

[hydroj1ns]

puppy hybrid hinata thoughts … and husky-hybrid kageyama cameo!

cw: hybrids, owner/pet, humping, jealousy

you couldn’t leave the shelter without adopting him, the cutest little puppy you ever laid your eyes on.

you couldn’t resist those huge, shining eyes that practically begged you to just please bring me home. and those little whimpers that left his mouth when you entered ran your fingers through his messy, but soft, orange hair. you were the first to come into the shelter in a long time, and it had been even longer since hinata felt a someone’s warm touch on his skin.

when you finally took him home, he immediately started sniffing around your house, from the living room to the guest room (which was now his), until he finally made his way to your room.

you tried telling him that this one wasn’t his, that he had already passed the living space you had prepared for him, but he barged in anyway. his usually floppy ears perked up right when he entered, standing straight on his head like traffic cones.

you just stood there, unsure of what to do other than observe your new puppy’s strange behavior. little did you know, hinata was completely overwhelmed by the way your scent infiltrated his receptors. and he loved it.

he suddenly took long, quick strides to jump onto your bed, nuzzling the sheets and cuddling your pillows and oh god, it all smelled like you.

you smiled at the sight, now sure that yes, this was the right decision. you joined him, sitting on the edge of the bed, but as soon as your bottom made a dip on the mattress, he tackled you, forcing you to lay down with him.

the orange-colored hybrid rested his head against your chest and clung to you, wrapping his lanky limbs around your frame, pulling you ever so close. as he listened to the steady thump thump of your heart, his own started beating faster when you started absentmindedly playing with the hairs near his nape.

your puppy certainly did wear his heart on his sleeve (if that wasn’t already obvious by the way his tail was aggressively beating against your leg).

it had been a long day at work. your boss had tasked you with training the new hire, a husky hybrid by the name of kageyama.

honestly, he was kind of cute. because you were his assigned mentor, he was practically attached to your hip the whole day.

when you were teaching him the interface of the program he was expected to use, he was very attentive, practically breathing on your face as he observed every graph and date table you showed him.

you also appreciated the way he maintained eye contact with you, but honestly, it was a little bit intense; you couldn’t help but look away now and again because of that hungry, almost predatory gaze he held. he’s certainly very passionate about learning!

kageyama ate lunch with you too! he’s such a sweet coworker to keep you company while you eat! though, you swore you could feel someone staring at you when your attention was focused on your phone— you made it a habit to text hinata during your lunch breaks; you hate the thought of your adorable pup getting lonely.

and finally you could go home! not before receiving a bow from your grateful husky subordinate, however. he’s so polite.

when you returned home, you were immediately met with a strong hug from shoyo, causing the two of you to fall backwards in the entryway. giggling, you ruffle his soft hair.

you expected him to reply with his usual cheer, “welcome home!” but was surprised when he didn’t. instead, you were greeted by suspicious sniffs, hinata’s cold nose dragging through your hair and gliding over your neck and wrists.

“sho? what’s wrong?” you ask, worriedly. had something happened at home? did you forget to prepare him a meal in the fridge? did he-

“you… you smell like another hybrid.” he whispered, his agitation revealed by the way he refused to meet your eyes and rested his hands on the tail curled around his folded legs.

quickly, you make sure to comfort him, embracing him in your arms, “oh sho, please don’t be mad, it’s probably just the new husky my boss asked me to train! you know you’re the only puppy i want in my life….”

internally, you were amused by your pup’s possessiveness. he had never shown you this side of him before, and truth be told, it was very cute.

these thoughts were quickly expelled when hinata abruptly took you by the wrist and dragged you to your bedroom. you yelped; hinata had never been forceful with you, what was going on?

you were shoved roughly onto the matress, wrists pinned down by shoyo's cold hands. when did he get so strong?

"shoyo, honey, i swear you have nothing to worry about. it was just work between us, nothing more." you say in hopes of comforting your anxious pup.

but your words travel through one ear and out the other as the orange-haired hybrid noses at your neck, growling lowly. shoyo never growled. it was uncharacteristic of him. he was always well-behaved and cheerful, attributes that you loved.

fine. if he was going to be like this, "sho, i don't know what's gotten into you, but let me go. now." it wasn't often that you scolded shoyo.

for some reason, when he registered your stern voice, he felt something blooming in his chest. a hot, hot feeling, something he couldn't quite decipher. it confused him, and the throbbing feeling that was beginning to arise in his shorts wasn't helping. maintaining his grip on your wrists, he pressed his whole body onto yours, rendering you almost completely unable to move.

your pup started whimpering, unaware of what was happening to his body; all he knew was that he needed you against him.

shoyo began rutting his erection on your thigh, the friction relieving some of his desperate need for release. you could feel the immense warmth radiating from him as pants and whimpers fell from his mouth, pressed right against the shell of your ear.

then, realization hit you. the possessiveness, the jealousy...you weren't sure when to expect this kind of behavior from your pup because it hadn't been long since you brought him home, but you knew that estrous periods were when hybrids felt the most vulnerable.

you relaxed your tense muscles and managed to wriggle your arm from under his weight to tangle a hand in his bright hair. combing through his silky locks and scratching his soft ears, you whispered, "shh, its okay sho, just keep going...."

it was like your encouragement tightened the already tight grip you hand around his heart, his being, his reason for living. he loved you. he couldn't imagine being with anyone else. you were all he thought of when you went to work. you're the first person he thinks of when he wakes up and the last person he thinks of when he falls asleep.

your thigh against his heat felt so good. he couldn't help but imagine doing this every estrous cycle, going further with you, feeling your warmth embracing him... the grinding against you became faster, harder, more desperate, and shoyo could feel himself getting to his climax. you could practically feel how his cock throbbed, even between layers of clothing. as you gently tugged on his hair and whispered more sweet praises into his ears, sensitive from your light touches, he came into his pants. the warmth seeped through his boxers into his shorts.

he lifted his head from next to yours and you were met with his signature puppy eyes, blown wide from his orgasm and threatening to spill tears down his cheeks from how overwhelmed he felt. the hybrid pouted as you gave him a tired smile and leaned down to nuzzle his cheek against yours--- a silent apology.

you sighed and petted his hair--- your own silent forgiveness.

you got up first, "lets talk about this in the bath sho. your shorts are ruined."

and shoyo happily followed you like always, forgetting all the jealousy he welcomed you with.