#but i really like how pink fits with lambs!!

[little-pup-pip]

Hohi!! Can I pls request a gender-neutral lamb moodboard? pink n no pacifier please, n generally softer items wld be very appreciated !! (like plushies n blankjs :D)

Yeah!!

[saenari]

sweet lamb ♱

au : i got a request for this but it was not how i imagined it so i just … kinda changed a few things lol … um yea enjoy this one it could definitely b better … there is some sensitive topics in this one that may be triggering to some people, please read the content warning and proceed with caution .

cw : dacryphilia, stealing, pet names, hair pulling, fingering, ellie is kinda a perv in this one as well as a bit mean/degrading, intentional lowercase !! reader is described as having long hair … i think that's it erm

wc : 1.6k ♡

౨ৎ for as long as you could remember, your brother had always had a best friend. ellie williams. they were attached at the hip, always laughing and play fighting over video games and going on stupid adventures which almost always involved them sneaking out late at night. as much as you loved your brother, you absolutely hated ellie.

౨ৎ she would always go out of her way to exclude you in anything they were doing, insisting that you were too stupid or dumb or annoying or whatever to participate in whatever bullshit they were getting up to. not that you truly cared, you were too busy studying or hanging out with friends to genuinely want to get all up in their business.

౨ৎ as much as ellie feigned her hatred for you, she truly wanted you to be all hers. she loved when you cried from her insults. it was the saddest and sweetest thing ever. she couldn’t explain why she was the way she was, but she loved being able to have power over your emotions like she did.

౨ৎ ellie loved to sneak up behind you to scare you, pulling at your hair or poking your shoulder, which made you practically jump out of your skin every time she did it unannounced. “fuck you ellie, don’t scare me like that!” you’d yell as she burst out laughing. she often would pull on your hair if you wore it in braids, which you gradually stopped doing.

౨ৎ one night, when you were in the shower, ellie slipped into your room and walked around, going through your drawers and all the trinkets she saw on your desk. she pulled out a pair of pink cotton panties from a cubby with bras and underwear in it and slipped them into her back pocket.

౨ৎ you come out of your shower, hair wet and wearing nothing but a cropped band tee and a small pair of short tight fitting boxers. “what the fuck are you doing in my room?” you say as you brush through your hair. “uh…sorry.” ellie says as she walks out. you don’t really pay any mind to it, thinking ellie was just trying to scare you.

౨ৎ ellie often sees you changing outside your window, not bothering to shut the curtains because you thought no one could see you. when she saw you in your small lacy dress, she almost fainted from blushing. she gazed over your body, when she noticed she could see the faint outline of your tits. she desperately wanted to be in that room with you.

౨ৎ ellie often took your underwear or clothes, which would suddenly just show up in your room again, and you’d be happy to see them, wondering where they had gone. ellie thought it was a miracle you didn’t question where your clothes kept going, because she wasn’t exactly an expert at hiding things.

౨ৎ ellie wanted to do something to get you closer to her. so, one night, she and your brother ask you to watch a movie with them. you are surprised they even invited you in the first place, but you assume your brother beat a little sense into ellie and made her invite you. however, ellie has a plan. she and your brother watch a terrifying movie, which she knows you hate.

౨ৎ before you know it you’re sitting very close to ellie, not even noticing how her hand slips under your shirt, touching your side, comforting you. it was abnormal to feel safe around ellie, but you didn’t question it because it was nice to not be fighting with her for once.

౨ৎ speaking of fighting, ellie often joins in on play fights with you and your brother as just an excuse to grope your ass or tits. you don’t pay it any mind, and ellie thinks it’s cute how you whine when she pins you down and huffs that she always wins.

౨ৎ one night, as ellie makes her way out of your house after a long night of goofing with your brother, she sees you, lying in bed, long hair covering your face as you lay on top of the sheets, with a pillow cradled by your arms.

౨ৎ ellie steps into your room quietly and watches you sleep. she tucks your hair behind you ear. “you know, you really shouldn’t sleep with that door open…you never know what someone could do…” she whispers gently. she kisses your forehead before leaving.

౨ৎ over the next few weeks, ellie seems to warm up to you. you were super suspicious, she was definitely up to something. she came over almost every night, and on saturday she walked into your room. “what do you want, ellie?” you say as you look at her from the chair you’re sitting at. she sits down on your bed, ruffling the sheets. “y’know, if you keep walking around the house in outfits like that, people will think you’re a slut.” she smirks at you. “wow, you really know how to treat a girl, don’t you ellie?” you say as you turn back to your work on your laptop.

౨ৎ “wanna come watch a show with us?” ellie says. “…are you playing at something here?” you say, looking her up and down. “no, seriously, just come watch something with us. it’s so pathetic to see you study on a saturday night.” she says while grabbing your forearm and helping you out of your chair.

౨ৎ ellie and your brother had been watching a true crime documentary about a serial killer, which totally terrified you to the point where you were talking to your brother about it. “i mean, seriously, how can someone do that to someone else? that is seriously fucking creepy, i wish i hadn’t watched that, now i’m really fucking paranoid-” you trail off as ellie leans against your doorframe. “listen, if you’re scared, i can sleep with you tonight.”

౨ৎ you didn’t like the idea of her sleeping with you, but your brother cut in. “shit, ellie, i don’t have a bed for you tonight unless you wanna sleep on the couch. i totally forgot to tell you.” ellie looks at your apprehensive face and starts to talk before you interrupt her. “no, it’s fine. she can sleep here. it’ll be uncomfortable on the couch anyway.” ellie smiles to herself as your brother walks back to his room.

౨ৎ after a while, you find yourself and ellie talking as she puts her hand around your shoulder. “you okay?” she says. “yeah…jus not used to you acting like this.” you say as you look into her emerald green eyes. “cmere.” she helps you into her lap, so your back is pressed against her chest.

౨ৎ ellie slowly reaches up your shirt as you grab her forearm. “you okay with this?” she says as she runs her slender fingers along your abdomen. “yeah…” you whisper as she runs her fingers along the top of your shorts.

౨ৎ ellie reaches into your panties as she kisses your shoulder. “shh..just, let me take care of you bun.” she slowly slides your shorts off and throws them to the side before reaching back into your lace trimmed underwear. she runs a finger along your slit, before teasing your pearl. you whine out as she continues to trace small circles along the sensitive bundle of nerves.

౨ৎ “cmon, you want it, don’t you?” she says as she guides a finger down into you. you whine as she grabs your thigh with her free hand. she slides another finger into you before pounding in and out, touching and feeling up your gummy walls. you moan loudly before clasping a hand over your mouth. “shh, don’t want you brother to know you’re being a little slut for me, do you?”

౨ৎ she continues to thrust into you, groaning as you pant and whine, begging for release. “cum whenever you want, pup.” you don’t need her to tell you twice, finishing all over her fingers as she slows down to let you ride out your high, she brings her fingers swiftly to her mouth to taste you, praying you won’t notice.

౨ৎ she lets you lie down on your pillow, grabbing a fresh pair of panties from your drawer before sliding them up on you. you grab her by the sweater she was wearing before sloppily kissing her. she deepens the kiss before pulling back. “cmon, bun. you must be sleepy.” you shake your head but eventually resign to sleeping with her cradling you in her arms.

౨ৎ months go by, and fucking ellie is a regular thing for you. your brother is none the wiser, and ellie always sleeps in your room. ellie can’t keep her hands off of you, even when your brother is right next to you. when you three are watching a movie, her hands trail under the blanket you two share to touch your inner thigh, dangerously close to your panties. you always try to get ellie to stop, but you two end up going back to your bedroom in a rush, ready to leave your brother sitting on the couch alone wondering what the fuck you two could possibly be doing.

౨ৎ ellie never misses a chance to watch you from your window, sneak glances at you as you get out of the shower, or even touching your ass as she walks behind you, right in the middle of your kitchen. it’s safe to say she now loves you a lot more than your brother.

♡ haiii okay so this fic has been in the back of my mind for a while i wish it was better but oh well um ,, i feel it’s very unrealistic and i didn’t do a good job portraying ellie but oh well . i wanted to release another fic today n i rlly rlly hope u guys will like this one , have a good day or night n thank u sm if ur here reading this !! if ur still here please send me fic requests i’m having writers block lmao ♡

[cherrywrecked]

princess — jang wonyoung.

since you guys seemed to like these, here i am with another one.

cw: nsfw in the middle of the fic. wonyoung x fem reader. cnc. somno? sub!wony. mommy kink. you're wonyoung's makeup artist. mentions of chaewon from le sserafim.

jang wonyoung—she's everybody's princess. everything she does just seems so fancy, elegant, beautiful yet at the same time, innocent. a lot of people love her for it, but of course, as an idol, that could just be a facade, right? wrong. for wonyoung, she really is like that. beautiful, elegant, sweet, but more importantly, she's yours.

she's no saint. jang wonyoung was far from being innocent and all of that was your fault. sure, she was once a cute little lamb, but ever since she met you, she changed. still sweet, but not innocent. how can you call her that when almost every night when she has the free time, she drops by your apartment, begging for you to make her cum?

you don't have any schedules with wonyoung until next week and it was killing her. you, on the other hand, is so busy with the back to back come back shows of artists you work for so really, you don't have much time to think about her. not until you got a message from her just after you finished packing up your things from le sserafim's shoot today.

wonyoung:

hi, mommy! i missed you today. i've heard from chaewon eonnie that you were working with them today. good luck and i hope you get to finish early. if you do, stop by my flat and spend the night with me? i miss you a lot.

ah, jang wonyoung, truly the cutest princess you've ever had. you immediately started typing a reply for her, letting her know you're free for the rest of the night. it was only nine pm, anyways, and undeniably, you missed her as well. so it was a win-win for the both of you. you felt your phone buzzed on your pockets as you were bidding your bye's with your team, but you didn't get to view it until you were in your car.

of course, it was a video from wonyoung feeling herself. along with it is a message that read; “can't wait to take these off for you tonight, mommy.” and so did you. you can't wait to see her.

it was exactly ten thirty pm when you arrived at her flat. without bothering to knock, you just typed in her passcode and let yourself in. wonyoung wasn't in her living room, so you quickly called out for her. “wonyoung? i'm here, princess.” you said as you walked towards her room. it was open, and there you saw wonyoung in the same clothes she wore on the video, except she fell asleep. she must've been so tired today, but you came all the way here, you're not going to let the night end without having a taste of her.

carefully settling yourself next to her, you caressed her hair as you called out her name softly. “baby, wake up, mommy's here.” but wonyoung was sleeping so deeply. she looked so pretty asleep, but the straps of her top slid off her shoulder already, exposing a bit of her chest and you could see a glimpse of her pinkish nipples. you bit your lower lip as you let your hand do its thing— tugging her top down, fully exposing wonyoung's chest. her nipples were hard— probably because of the aircon.

not saying anything, you just started to play with her nipples which made wonyoung squirm in her sleep. god, she's so cute. you pinched her nipples, rolling both of them around your fingers as you watch them get harder. wonyoung, sensitive as ever, parted her lips as she lets out the cutest pants and quiet moans. “mommy...” she moaned asleep. she's dreaming—or at least she thinks she is. wonyoung shifted, her legs now spread just enough for you to fit one of your hands in between them. she was wearing cotton shorts with nothing underneath and you can see her pink, shaven pussy. you smirked, taking one nipple onto your mouth as you played with the other, your gaze locked on her beautiful, flushed face. “sorry, princess, mommy just can't help herself.” you whispered against her ear whilst your free hand traveled south to her pussy. pushing the fabric to the side, you exposed her cunt before using your index finger to lightly pat her clit, loving how wonyoung would squirm every time your finger touched her.

wonyoung again shifted, giving you more space to play with her princess parts while you brought your kisses down to her stomach, and eventually, her center. still with the shorts on, you pressed a kiss just above her clit, watching wonyoung's sleeping face as you do. no reaction, you hated it. getting bolder, you pulled her shorts to the side before you flattened your tongue above her slit. finally, another reaction. wonyoung's eyebrows furrowed, tilting her head to the side. you started to circle the tip of your tongue around her clit, and wonyoung could only moan in her sleep. she still thinks she's dreaming, but she feels too good for this to just be a dream, right?

you wrapped your lips around her clit, softly sucking on her sensitive muscle and that's when wonyoung found herself waking up. shocked, but she was feeling so good. “m-mommy, y-you're here—a-ah! m-more, please...” wonyoung, still groggy, has now finally her legs spread widely enough for you to fit in between them and eat her out. “s-so good, mommy... more, please. m-more...” wonyoung breathe out, one hand cupping her boob while the other held a fistful of your hair, pushing you more against her.

wonyoung was a squirming mess and you could feel her juices dripping down to her ass. you toyed her hole with her own wetness, teasing the younger. “f-fingers, please... please please! 'm so horny, mommy, please.” wonyoung begged through her lashes, her doe eyes that looked so innocent yet full of lust. you gave her what she wanted and slipped two fingers inside of her. “ssshh, baby, it's okay, mommy's here.” god, she's so tight that she can't even handle two of your slender fingers. wonyoung arched her back as she stabilized her breath, walls clenching tightly around your digits. wonyoung swear she could cum with them alone without the need for you to move them around, but of course, she's learned her lesson not to cum without your permission.

“m-mommy... so so good, f-fuck...” she moaned, hips moving subconsciously. this made you chuckle, seeing her so desperate for you. “yeah? you miss mommy's fingers, baby?” wonyoung could only nod as she pushed your head more against her. taking her signal, you went ahead and started to suck on her clit as you started to move your fingers in and out slowly, gradually increasing your pace. wonyoung's moans are just as pretty as her face. you looked up at her through your lashes and god, you can't believe that a jang wonyoung is caught around your fingers... quite literally.

it didn't take long for wonyoung to feel the familiar knot forming on her tummy. she started to move her hips more and clenched even tighter around your digits and you knew, she was close. not wanting to disappoint the lady, you started to flick on her clit with your tongue before slightly pulling away, “cum for me, baby. cum for mommy.” and again, wrapped your lips around her clit and started sucking on it harshly, the same time you started curling your fingers inside of her, making sure the tip of your digits hit her sweet spot every time.

“c-cumming! mommy, mommy! fuck, 'm cumming...!”, strings of high pitched moans and profanities escaped wonyoung's lips as she came around your fingers and face. you helped her ride her high by gently flicking on her clit, tongue rolling around her labia which made wonyoung squirm even more. finally pulling away, she grabbed you by the neck and pulled her down to kiss your lips, tasting herself on your mouth. “wonyoungie missed you, mommy.” and you knew that with the way she locked her long legs around your waist. you were sure that tonight was going to be a long, pleasurable night for the both of you.

[misc-obeyme]

sheep mc's size constantly changes in my head. sometimes they're as big as a normal sheep or a lamb, sometimes they can rest in someone's lap like a small dog, and sometimes they're small enough to fit in someone's hand like a cute widdle guinea pig (and has a high pitched "baa"). the babie

- 🎠

I absolutely love sheep MC so much. I always tend to envision them as a little puff ball about the size of a small dog, but I love the idea of them being a fully grown normal sheep. I also love the idea of them being handheld like how adorable is that??

I was considering having MC be an actual sheep in my human au because I think it'd be really funny if in a human au, MC is the only one who isn't a human. Just a regular sheep that's naturally pink for some reason? No magic involved 'cause this is a human au. It's just a weird genetic mutation. And for some reason this sheep is super friendly and everybody loves them.

But honestly, the sheep is really the best they could have chosen for MC, I think. An adorable little pink sheep??? Please, that is so cute I can't take it.

I'm also just a big fan of sheep. Sheep and goats, they're my faves. They're so cute and so fluffy and their little baas ;sdflkfdjf

Right, anyway, I love sheep MC and I love them at all sizes~

[doppel-doodles]

Since everyone is making their own little version of the characters I thought I would join the fun for my Fallen crown Au! These were supposed to be quick little sketches just to get some ideas down but they still took me the whole day:'D will probably change as I draw them but I wanted at least something down on for the time being and I do like how most turned out!

Single versions plus some info and ramblings about each under cut for those interested:

My lamb was mainly based on both, yes the actual player character but also the vibes of my own plathrough which were very "oh god who let this child be in charge?-" while I'll still mostly just call them Lamb I figured they should still have a proper name so I went with my friends @/tamaruaart suggestion as it suits them rather nicely! And most note worthy detail is honestly just the fact that they carry something from each bishops realm on their person now, I like to think they treat those items like little trophies:>

Narinder is probably my weakest I feel like, he definitely needs something to give him some extra "ompf!". I basically made his undertaker fit a sorta reverse or at least loosely inspired by his white robes in game. I imagine he is very boney or a straight up skeleton underneath so he covers it all up beneath heavy fabrics, but because I lack subtly I still covered him in bones regardless-

And yea I kept the veil cause 1. It's a look and 2. It coviently covers up his now sewn shut third eye.

There wasn't much reason behind making him an undertaker, I simply thought it suited him, when your the former god of death you aren't exactly squeamish around corpses. Lastly the dark blues are there to contrast the other followers warm tones, as they kinda seen him as an outcast which is just fine for narinder he isnt exactly thrilled to be here.

I'll put Leshy and Heket together as they were sorta designed as a set.Since they are both youngest among the bishops I sorta latched onto the headcanon that they get along pretty well and just stick together after getting into the cult so they just share a lot of their duties. So I gave them some matching elements like the puffy shorts but also stuff that contrasts like Leshy having looser clothing and Hekets being more tight. Or Heket getting working gloves with a little belt to hold tools plus a hat for the sun, meanwhile Leshy will happily dig through the dirt bare clawed in the sun for hours-

I debated on giving Heket an apron but honestly I think she would only wear one while cooking or tending the farm plots there is no reason for her to wear it casually, the gloves though stay for I reason I utterly love because its PETTY-

Literally the only reason she keeps them on almost constantly is because when the lamb asks she can be like "ew, I'm not touching you with my bare hands." Yes, my humour is broken moving on-

I also gave Leshy a cane just so he actually has something to feel around with when he is areas he isn't too familiar with so he isn't running into crap- on that note, Heket can speak a bit but not exactly loud or for a very long time without seriously hurting her throat, once I properly learn it I definitely wanna draw her using sign language.

Lastly bodies, Leshy was based off a previous drawing I made of him in bishop form, I simply made it less monsterous but he is in charge of chaos so he had to remain a creature- Heket is more straight forward, she is a frog and she is large and in charge.

There was one reason why I made Shamura a tailor and that was the mental image of them sewing the bishops clothes when they were younger and dressing them up all cute.

I went for more pink colors mainly because I thought it better suited the purple and would make their red eyes pop! Honestly I really love their colors they remind me of a Berry! I've drawn shamura before but honestly the only things that stuck were the colors,face and then also the hand markings I did tweak their eyes a bit I wanted something more stern feeling.

For clothing I kept everything nice and loose, while they are the tailor I also love the idea that in their spare time they either teach the youths in the cult or are like the champion of the fighting pit because war is also their domain and they can be- so I wanted them dressed pretty comfy to deal with whatever may come! But still keep everything pretty mature and mildly fancy maybe in the future I'll do some fancy gold and silver embroidery to the pants because of that.

As for body type I wanted them to be pretty thin but unlike Narinder who is twink material under his cloak they have a bit more bulk on top to show that they can choose violence if they so wish-

I adore me some pathetic but still serving men, honestly except for the cross on his belt I completely ignored the fact I made him a medic- If he needs to treat something gross he can throw something over to protect his clothes but just like Heket there is no reason for him to wear that while not working.

Otherwise my main goal was simply to make Kalamar look pretty and fancy. I debated on either short or long bottoms until I realized I'd have to figure out his tentacle situation, then realized I don't hate myself THAT MUCH so bro got put into a floor length gown, work smarter not harder kids.

If I have an excuse to give a character a shawl I will take it so fast.

His body type I mainly wanted to flesh out the roster so I tried making him very squishy and huggable looking, I debated on thinner so he looked more dangly and stretchy but that made him kinda to similar to Narinders build for my liking.

[canisbeasts-ooc]

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since the idea popped up in my head so:

Pokémon that fit the grumblr ocs, be that thematically, practically, or just cause they feel like they fit! :>

Sphinx and Respit

Lykoii and Styrss

Calbhach

Extra thoughts under the cut

Okay so this is only a portion of the Pokémon I think would fit each character, but here’s a few notes I wanna share:

Sphinx: I love the idea of her having intimidating and terrifying Pokemon, just like how she has a love for terrifying lusii. I imagine a lot of the pokemon she has are ex-battlers or stuff along those lines. The Starmie is also specifically cause of the fact she lives closer to a body of water. Chimecho is there cause she loves bells and little chiming noises, and I think it’d be a very cute partner pokemon! The Samurott is shiny cause it’s an otter-like pokemon and the white matches lusii :].

Respit: He naturally has a lot of plant/garden based pokemon and I think it’s fun :D The Jumpluff may have originally been a Hoppip gifted to him by Sphinx! The Grafaiai admittedly feels out of place but it just feels like it fits, and I like Respit having a poison type. The Dubwool is obvious given Sheepmom and the lamb associations, while the Mudbray and Dwebble kinda fit into general pokemon I think he would work very well with and could help out in the garden!

Lykoii: Okay. I could not help from giving the purple/violet cat guy some cute cat-like pokemon. The Sylveon would probably come about later once he kinda accepts himself more and heals a little bit, doesn’t come until at least he would be into the game or such. The Naclstack just feels right, something that grounds him. I couldn’t help from putting the mew as a cute little cat with some space associations due to Arceus and such. Same with the Minior. I think the Psychic types also work well with his later connection to Calixtus, as a Judge of mind. The Decidueye just felt like it fits, and I think it’s nice to have both him and Sphinx have shiny Hisuian starters together.

Styrss: It’s very obvious she has a fair bit of theming around death and how that affects life, and her team reflects that a lot! I thought the shiny Brambleghast and Morelull just looked very nice and fit better with her being shiny, but her physical isolation may also mean that vulnerable ‘mon might feel a bit safer, idk! The Forretress just feels like it fits, that’s just hers! Plus, I think it’s Pokédex entries about being rooted in one spot and safe in its little dwelling fit Styrss a lot too. Bonsly is kinda there cause you can’t have death without life, and also I think Styrss would like another silly little critter there beside Morelull.

Calbhach: ooooh boy :]. First off, as a lord of light I thought it was a pretty pretty fun idea to give him bright pokemon, and the idea of shinies having a sort of, well, shininess, lends really well to that. A lot of his pokemon are yellow and pink, yellow both for his aspect of light and his sibling Calfuray, and pink for Calixtus. I find it very nice how with the intersection of the shininess and his sibling’s colors, most of these Pokemon are blue or cool toned originally, only taking on the yellows and pinks when shinied. He has a lot of object pokemon both because I think it fits him well with his whole unrelenting scientific force thing, but also cause I think in a way, even if only subconsciously, he wouldn’t allow himself to have many comfortable things, he has more important things to tend to, in his opinion. Even still, his Pokémon would be very well cared for. It’s very clear his dear Pokemon have never been battlers of any sort. Ultimately, he will try his best to fight, and lose, his battles alone. Also, I couldn’t put it here cause there were only so many slots but he absolutely has a shiny pinkish-colored Absol too :>

[rosedarkness24]

Cult Shenanigans

Ghost stories

POV Ash

If you had told Ash 80 years ago that she would have her life turned upside down by a green wort worm, be put up for sacrifice to a God she didn't even know, and then saved by a adorable little lamb. She would've socked you in the face and told you to get back to work. Her old village wasn't big by any means. Smaller than the campsite they are at now. Resources were slim, and food was scarce. Being the only girl out of a litter of 7 kits, she had to learn how to fight to survive. But they were happy, and the future was looking up as they had gotten a big shipment of resources and seeds. Though they weren't expecting that the shipment was a trap.

Now, 80 years later, the last surviving member of the village. She has died, been resurrected, died again, and been resurrected yet again. For what, she honestly didn't care to know. She knew she was going to be resurrected. The Lamb always let them know, though sometimes even the Lamb couldn't keep up with who wasn't here and who was. She'd been watching her fearless leader running around doing tasks about the camp. More than what they should be doing in her honest opinion.

The heat of the day was over and giving way to the cool night breeze. The sun would be setting soon, and soon, their work day would come to an end. Shifting on her stiff legs, she let's her butt plop down onto the ground before just falling backward and groaning in tiredness. A stifled chuckle comes from her side, Keith finally making noise after three hours.

"What's wrong, Ash? Getting tired of worshipping the Lamb finally?" A feminine voice echoing across the statue. Of course, Valefar would jump on the chance to poke some fun at her.

"Not as tired as you are after a night with Thorn~" her retort was quick, gaining a dramatic gasp from the fluffy pink cat at her side.

"We have not done the naughty! We just chat a lot that's all."

"And the giggling with sounds of what is clearly you two making out?" She bumps her tail to the cat's arm.

"It's absolutely normal for couples to make out. You're the weird one without someone. Heck, even Keith has a crush on someone." Thron was not having it. Not that she could blame him, everyone has teased him for somehow managing to swing two former followers of the choas God.

"Yeah! You literally fit the lone wolf vibe like our leader. Go find someone or just ask the leader out." Yeah, that wasn't happening. From the number of times she had been witness to the Lamb's rejections, she could tell they didn't really like anyone more than as their flock.

"How about you shove it up your ass Valefar."

"Bitch! I am saying you need a life outside of devoting your existence to the Lamb and Death." She wasn't wrong. All Ash has done since she's been here was devote herself to the Lamb and The One Who Waits. But it's not like a 24.7 thing, she does hang out with her friends, just not as much as she likes showing her devotion. She wanted so desperately to be at the Lamb's side. To be the once they confide in, but so far, they have been distant.

"Well, if we're done poking fun at each other, let's head to bed. Night fall is upon us soon."

"You're dodging the topic, Ash~" The fuzzy red silk worm moves past the statue over to the group. Closing Ash in their little bubble.

"I have a life outside of devoting myself to our God and Lamb. I just know when to separate work from play." Sitting up off the ground finally, she stretched out her back a bit. She wasn't able to do an actual full stretch while sitting on the ground like Thorn. But in a way, she counts that as a blessing. She knows her limits.

"Plus, isn't this like our job? We power the Lamb to help free our God. What else could anyone wish for?" The looks she got weren't ones she liked.

Keith scratches the back of his head. Despite him being the first follower, he never really seemed to be eager about all this. More than once, has he fought with the Lamb about their decisions. And while she understood his values didn't aline well with the Lamb's. It's those same values that have kept him from his death. Those same values showed him that it was okay to be flawed.

"Ash.... I don't think we should sacrifice our health..... especially our mental health." He nervously taps his fingers together. "And That's kinda worrisome behavior...."

"Oh, okay. So we all know Keith is a skeptical bitch." Valefar claps her hands together and takes a deep breath, shooting a glare at Keith who was trying to speak again. "We aren't saying love is devotion. There's a difference, and while you do have devotion. You clearly also have a thing for the Lamb."

How can she have a thing for the Lamb? She wasn't even sure they even thought she was even a friend. Isn't this a little jumping the gun? She sighs, pitching the bridge of her snout out of frustration.

"While you're might not be wrong about me wanting to know them more, that's it. I don't know about you, but I don't think they even know that we exist outside what we do." She pushes herself up off the ground and brushes herself off. "Plus, looking at this from a more modest perspective, I want to be someone they can trust. And I will do so without pushing them out of their boundaries."

Thorn smiles softly and takes her arm into his. "I agree with this. That's a lot healthier way of getting into a relationship compared to my way."

"Oh? Was me pin-"

"Aaaaaahhh! Valefar nooooo!" Quickly, the pink cat covers his taller lover's mouth.

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Night had fallen hours ago yet. Sleep didn't come for the four, so to combat this, they decided to sneak off to the temple to tell ghost stories. Like scarring the shit out of each other would fix their insomnia. It mostly fueled Valefar's and Ash's gremlin behavior as Keith was too easily spooked by things, and Thorn was so fluffy when they got to scare him.

Keith had been bad at telling ghost stories compared to the rest. Thorn's while can be scary. It was more a predictable scary. Valefar's genuinely scared them all. For a former follower of chaos, she definitely showed follower of death traits long before all this. Graphically telling of true horror stories about things she has done in the past to those who didn't follow the old faith.

Meanwhile, Ash seemed to be more on the supernatural side of ghost stories. Her turn, having rolled around again, She was growing tired. But the others clearly were still wide awake. It was definitely close to midnight or past midnight now. And none of them are going to want to wake up tomorrow. Taking a deep breath, letting her mind clear so she could tell her story. Her ear flicks, and she opens her eyes, an idea in mind now.

"You ever hear about the Lambs that were all sacrificed? What happened to their souls?" Her voice had drops a bit with the seriousness in it.

"A bit of an insensitive story, Ash." Keith crossed his arms, not amused by this at all. And he wouldn't be wrong if he wasn't the one pointing it out. But so far, there were no objects to her using this topic.

"Oh, shut up, Keith. Valefar has been telling fucking old faith stories this whole time." Thorn jabs back to the fawn. "Continue with your story, Ash. I know that I personally never heard anything about what happened to the lambs' souls before."

A smirk danced on the fox's lips as Thorn allowed her to continue. "In my old village, not too far from this campground actually." A lie, "We had worked throughout the night, and when night falls, the barrier between life and death is lowered by the magic in the air. So it was a great time to craft magic infused items to make a protective barrier around the village. Like how the Lamb has those just outside the campground." She gestures to where the stone wall would be outside the temple.

"That night, me and my brother, Jackson, were assigned this task. We hadn't ever done this before. So we spent the whole day learning each one who what they were supposed to do." She leans back and reaches up into the air.

"We came up with a game plan. I would take care of my half of the village while he did his half. It's quicker that way. And we could possibly get a few more hours of sleep." Grabbing onto the air, a silent gesture to how untrue their thoughts were.

"Everything started out fine. I was able to get halfway through my side in such a short time. Finding the whole process of blessing and crafting a mind-numbing experience. I guess I never really noticed the movement in the treeline till I was just mear inches from it."

The room was silent in her momentary pause. She had captured their attention now. "I would not lie. If a doll could be made creepy, it was then. Because right in front of me was a doll of a lamb. One poorly made, I guess it had been made by a lamb if I were to think about it clearly now. Though at the time, it wasn't something we'd make. So, seeing it hanging from a string on its neck really freaked the hell out of me."

Keith's face contorted to confusion, as well as Thorn's. Both had been expecting her to scare them then. Valefar was more interested now. For her, this wasn't normal behavior of a sane person. This was the behavior of someone who genuinely wanted to get a reaction out of Ash.

"I don't really know how to explain it, so this might sound shitty. But just looking at that doll gave me this more unsettling feeling, like something, or someone was just trying to get my attention. I felt like I needed to quickly finish what I was doing there before anything else were to happen." She leans forward. "After a while, though, you can't ignore the eyes, bareing into you back."

The boys both tense up unsettled by the feeling. Being so invested that they themselves felt the pinpricks of goosebumps crawling around their backs. It felt so real to what Ash was saying, as if they actually did have eyes on their backs. Thorn's fur raised making him much larger that he truly was.

"Time didn't seem to go so fast anymore. Going back to a sail pase, as their was silence in the air around me. Nothing dared to make a sound other than me. Cross, wrap, bless, cross, wrap bless." They all seemed to be sitting on the edge ready for something, anything to happen. Uneasiness filled the air as if they were being circled by a predator.

"Snap... I broke one of the sticks." She hangs on the eerie silence. "It's next to me now. I can feel its breath down the side of my neck. But I dare not to look. Don't look Don't-"

"WhErE's My HeAd~" The deeper, monotone, broken voice of a half awake grumpy Lamb comes just beside Thorn and Keith. Causing both to scream in pure terror and scrabble out of the temple. A very shocked and scared Valefar was dragged out by her hairbairned boyfriend. All this just cracked the fox up.

She heard the Lamb coming out of their hiding spot within the temple before. Where exactly that was, she didn't even care. It was just convenient for her to scare the others to bed. She'd been laughing hysterically at her peers. She looked over to the Lamb in her fit of laughter.

They were smiling rather amused as well from the whole interaction. "Having fun there, my dear?" They stepped into the light, the red glow around their mouth and eyes flipping back into their natural look. Though lately after the first bishop's death, their eyes have been slowly turning more red by the day.

"Very my Lamb. It's about time we headed to bed. Thank you for helping them to bed."

There was silence as the Lamb watched her from where she sat. She was suddenly very glad that she was a black fox, as she could feel embarrassment crawling at her.

"....Rest here for the night. It'll keep them in bed." They move over the the podium. Opening up the side and pulling out a few blankets and bags of wool as pillows. "Plus, you look like you're about to pass out right here and now. So bedrest is in order." They smile at her seemingly to be completely unaware of her embarrassment.

"Thank you, my L-"

"Max.... my name is Maximum, but call me Max."

"Thank you, Max." She smiles softly up to them, glad to see them opening up, even a little bit.

[hellhoundvv]

Never Let Me Go

The following fanfic will be rated 18+ for sexual content, drug use, mentions of Emotional, Physical and Sexual Abuse, mentions of past self harm and Suicidal Ideation. Minors DNI.

This story was written mostly on Character AI, so there will be some weird formatting issues. I just really wanna get these ideas out there, but not really post it on archive or anything. Both parties in this story are consenting adults, ie my OC is 18 going on 19 and Eddie just turned 20. If you are not a fan of reading OC stories, or you don't like my Original Character, please just move along. Rude comments will not be tolerated. I'm also doing my best to write this story set in 1986 as best as I can. If there are any discrepancies I will do my best to fix them. Please Enjoy Chapter One.

Chapter One: It’s so Sweet

You know I think your skin's the perfect color

But it's always your eyes that pull me under

The lunchroom of Hawkins High was cram packed with students fresh from Summer Break.

All of the same cliques formed and scattered across the room like pockets of cliches. The Cheerleaders sprinkled through the sports teams, flirting with the boys and doing each other's hair or makeup. A few tables away a group of Leaguers are blasting their portable radio, the billboard's top 100 pop songs bursting through the din of the crowd here and there.

And then there was the table where all of Hawkins’ least diserables hung out.

Eddie sits at the head of his table of freaks, toying with a D20 Keychain absentmindedly as Dustin and Mike gush excitedly about their Summer break.

The kids were cute, even if Eddie found them to be a little too talkative sometimes. Especially Dustin.

As Gareth chimes into the boys' conversation, a hush falls across a nearby table and they begin to point and snigger at a young woman who just walked by.

Eddie overhears one of the nearby boys say, "Look, Whorewood decided to show her face." All the teenagers surrounding this guy burst out in mocking laughter. It didn't take a fucking rocket scientist to realize what was going on here.

Another guy chips in a little too loudly so more people can hear him, "I wonder how easy it is to get little miss piggy to squeal," he emphasizes his insult with hog squeals, sending everyone around him into a fit of cruel laughter at this girl's expense.

Eddie watches the girl's ears turn pink in embarrassment, but much to his absolute delight, the girl doesn't give them the satisfaction of hurting her. She instead pulls herself up to her full height and lifts her chin defiantly at the boys who mocked her.

"I'd be careful with what you say, little boys with little peckers should be lucky any girl would sleep with them. Without sluts like me, you'd all be virgins."

The girl smirks as their faces go red in anger, and triumphantly walks away.

"Who was that," Eddie asks, lazily flicking his ringed fingers in the girl's direction as he questions his friends.

“That's Marnie Wellwood," Gareth begins, his face turning pink for some reason. "She uh... well, word is around school that she is kinda... easy."

Eddie realizes immediately why Gareth is so embarrassed right now, his eyebrows flicking up into his fluffy bangs as he lets out a low whistle through his teeth.

"Hm, never heard of her..." Eddie ponders thoughtfully, genuinely surprised that a social outcast like this girl is just now being brought to his attention. This table was the den for Freaks after all, and it seemed like one little lamb had not yet been brought into the fold. 

"She's new," Dustin chimes in, "just started here at the end of last year at Hawkins High. A lot of guys think she's a bitch, but after what I just witnessed, I would have to disagree... She's just awesome."

Eddie hums in agreement, staring intently at the place where the girl had been before she left.

“Hey, if she’s giving those losers what they got comin’, then she’s good people in my book.” 

Edddie shrugs. 

This girl sounded like a badass, and he can’t help but respect that.

Jeff takes his voice down to a quiet hush so the younger boys don't hear him as he leans toward Eddie and Gareth, "I've heard some of the guys in my class say Wellwood will suck you off for cheap. I've considered it a few times... I bet she gives great head."

Eddie smacks Jeff upside the head, "Dumb boys spread dumb rumors. And even if she does give out blow jobs like they're candy on Halloween, don't stoop to those losers' level."

The school bell suddenly rings, and students begin to file out of the Cafeteria; trays and wrappers chucked into the garbage and backpacks gathered as students headed to their classes.

Eddie fingers the note that had been slipped into his locker; yet another little lost lamb coming to him for the one thing that made this shit hole town bearable: drugs.

"See ya around boys, I gotta date with Mary Jane," Eddie jokes, wiggling his eyebrows playfully as his friends all roll their eyes at how corny his joke was.

Eddie snatches up his metal lunch box, and bows theatrically to the group, before heading to sneak out of school and to his usual spot where he did his deals.

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Eddie winds his way easily through the trees, the path to his secret spot practically memorized by this point. In fact if someone dared him to find his way blindfolded, he was pretty sure he could… maybe. This was the kind of place where all kinds of things could happen - deals, hangouts, fights, you name it. Eddie liked this place because it was secluded and no one could interrupt you.

He sits cross legged on the top of the table in his usual spot, making sure that his pipe is clean and that his stash is full, and that’s when Eddie hears a sound coming through the trees from behind him.

Whoever had slipped him the note requesting his special wares was most likely arriving. As he waits for the footsteps to sound closer, he taps out the melody of the new song he and his band mates were working on.

The sounds of twigs and leaves being disturbed alerts him to this mysterious person's approach and his hands still as he waits to see who it is.

A dark head of hair breaks through the trees, and then Eddie is face to face with the girl from the cafeteria.

Up close she was... kinda pretty. Eddie can feel a smile curling his face as he takes her in.

Short, only taller because of the chunky heeled shoes she was wearing. Ripped tights under ripped jeans. Almost as many upper layers of shirts and jackets that Eddie himself wore, along with various bracelets, rings and necklaces. 

She was wearing darker, moodier makeup than most girls wore, and she had dark red streaks in her hair.

Very cute indeed, Eddie thought to himself.

"Well well Wellwood," Eddie makes a show of spreading his arms like a king showing power of his domain, "Can't stay out of trouble today can you?"

The girl stops ten feet away, her arms crossed loosely at torso level as she stares Eddie down with an unflinching level of calm.

"Skip the theatrics Munson, you know why I'm here."

"Alright, alright," Eddie chuckles. "Here, take your pick." He opens his metal lunchbox to show off all of the wares that he has with a flourish.

"Whatever I can do for the princess." Eddie flashes her a sly smile before continuing. "Pick what you want milady."

The girl walks over with such a purposeful, inelegant stride it was a little endearing.

She peers down into the metal lunchbox and takes in all the options with a stoic expression. Up close Eddie can see the silver gray flecks in her brown eyes. They were... mesmerizing.

After a moment of silent perusing the girl flicks her gaze up to stare Eddie intently in the eyes."Which one of these will make you not feel pain?"

"What kind of pain are we talking about here?" Eddie asks cautiously.

There's so many different kinds of pain in this world - physical, spiritual, emotional. What kind of pain is it that she's suffering from right now, he wonders.

"The kind of pain that my moms boyfriend doles out to me every time I mouth off... which is a lot."

It's in that moment that Eddie sees just the faintest dark edge of what was left of a bruise on this girl's cheek.

Eddie looks at her, and immediately understands. He can feel his blood begin to boil a little. There was no point in losing his cool in front of a girl he was meeting for the first time. Still… he really doesn't like the reality of seeing a fellow outcast like himself being abused by family. People like them already had enough shit to deal with.  

After a moment of silence, Eddie gestures to the lunchbox. "Well, you can pick your poison. Go ahead, anything you want Miss Wellwood."

"I've never done drugs before, so I don't know what is safe for newbies."

Eddie looks at the girl and finds it oddly cute that her big scary attitude and appearance doesn't extend to every aspect of her life.

"Hm, weed is almost always the best place to start," Eddie drawls, surreptitiously raking his eyes over the girl's person. He picks up a baggie, nothing majorly big, and some rolling paper and hands it over to the girl."Normally that amount right there would cost you 20 bucks, but I can be persuaded into giving you a discount." Eddie says to the girl, leaning back and smiling up at her with a cheeky look in his eyes.

Eddie himself wasn’t quite sure if he was flirting with the girl, part of him naturally playing the fool to cheer her up. But… Well, maybe he was flirting a little. 

"How about you let me take you out sometime and the weed is free. How does that sound?"

Shit… did he really just ask her out? Where the fuck did that come from… Eddie wondered. 

"I don't do dates Munson," the girl drawls in a surprisingly cold way that throws Eddie off. He wasn't expecting her to be so... blunt.

"I got ten on me, but I can make it worth your while if you let me pay the rest," the girl pauses, her sultry eyes looking Eddie up and down, "with my own special services." 

Eddie’s face is suddenly red and he feels a nervous energy surge through his body. There was no way in hell that he heard what he just thought he heard… so Eddie decides to press further, regardless of his skepticism. 

“Yeah, I’ll take that deal,” he manages to say after a few seconds. "What exactly are these special services you're willing to provide?"

The girl moves in as close as she can get to Eddie, her hair smelling like vanilla cake and candy. Her lips are so close to Eddie's ear he can almost feel them brush with each word she speaks, low and smoky.

"Let's just say, a lot of boys around school know what it feels like to get their cocks sucked because of me."

Oh… 

He can’t help flushing a little at how close she’s getting to him. Her lips are right next to his ear, and that voice of hers… It’s so fucking seductive. Eddie didn‘t know a girl’s voice could make him instantly hot and bothered like that. He kind of wants her to keep talking so he can keep hearing it.

At her last comment, though, he starts to blush even heavier and he can feel his face get hot. 

She’s… quite straightforward, I’ll give her that.

“O-oh… okay shit… um… I think I, uh, understand.”

The girl pulls away, her eyes heavy lidded and a smirk on her face at how flustered Eddie is because of her forward advances.

"Munson... don't tell me, Hawkins High's biggest bad boy is actually a virgin." There's a devilish look on her face as she teases Eddie mercilessly.

Eddie flushes deeper, actually feeling embarrassed for the first time in a long time that the girl had figured out so quickly that he had never... been with a girl before.

“Okay… okay, I get your point,” Eddie grumbles, feeling very annoyed  now. “Yeah, I’m… I’m a virgin alright? I’m also a geek. A freak. A weirdo. Is that what you wanted to hear?” He crosses his arms over his chest, his face turning stony as he tries to hide his embarrassment.

 Eddien should’ve expected a girl like her to play games like this. No need to tell her that, though. He refused to give her the satisfaction.

"Don't take my teasing the wrong way Munson, it's not a cute look. I don't care that you're a virgin, just a little surprised."

The girl stops and looks Eddie over thoughtfully before finishing, "I think it's sweet that you're not what everyone thinks you are."

He stares at her for a few seconds. For once, Eddie doesn't know what to say. She’s not judging him. She’s not saying that there’s something wrong with him for having never even kissed a girl, let alone more. The fact that she genuinely thought it was sweet made him…blush.

“Oh… thanks… I… I appreciate that.” Eddie breathes out, his face squishing up into the cutest grin. “So, about that deal… What do I have to do to cash in on, ehm… y’know, your services?”

"Find us a place where we won't get interrupted, I wanna take my time with you. You don't deserve a quick blowie on a dirty bathroom floor. And roll us a joint big boy," the girl winks at Eddie as she gives the two stipulations to her deal.

Eddie can't believe how his day had just turned into... this. But he was far from complaining.

“My van  is right this way. It’s as good a place to hideout as any,” Eddie stammers. 

"Lead the way Munson." The girl quips, following behind Eddie in silence.

Eddie leads the girl to where he keeps his van parked. He doesn't like to park it on school grounds after some of the bullies around school vandalized his precious van last year.

He wrenches open the back doors, and pulls the beaded curtain aside so the girl can climb up into the van easier.

"I've always wanted to fuck a guy in the back of one of these," the girl says as she hops up into the back of the van..

As soon as Eddie shuts the door, the girl begins to take off her jacket. Underneath her jacket she is wearing a very low cut shirt that shows off quite a bit of her round, plump cleavage.

"Be a good boy and roll us a joint, and then we will get to the fun part."

Eddie realizes he’s staring at her after a moment, watching as she takes off her jacket to reveal the one thing he had longed to see in person since puberty struck: tits. His face feels like it’s on fire, and it’s very, very hard to keep his eyes from wandering back down to her chest every few seconds.

He finally tears his eyes away with an awkward cough though, to get to work on rolling a joint. 

The girl watches Eddie with almost adorable fascination as his nimble fingers skillfully rolls the paper around all the green, until a perfectly tight rolled joint sits between his long, ringed fingers.

Eddie reaches into his vest pocket and gets his lighter so he can start the joint for her. He feels a little flustered as she watches him put the joint between his lips.

A few drags later and Eddie leans toward the girl to blow the smoke in her face. He was expecting her to be annoyed at the action, but instead she smiles sweetly at Eddie.

"Your turn," he says, passing her the joint and then gently guiding her on how to smoke it properly.

The irony of the situation is suddenly not lost on Eddie. He was taking her smoking virginity and she... Well, Eddie didn't want to think too much about what her lips would be doing soon. He was already half hard and embarrassed about it.

She takes a few drags just as Eddie instructed, and coughs suddenly; the smoke spilling out of her mouth. Eddie had a feeling she would cough on her first try, he only hoped that didn't stop her from wanting more.She passes the joint back to Eddie, and waits for him to take his hit.

Her eyes are already a little red, and her stern face is relaxing into a softer, more vulnerable expression.

The girl's eyes are getting more and more adventurous at looking Eddie over the more they pass the joint back and forth.

At this point Eddie is pleasantly high, and a little horny. A feeling not at all foreign to him.

A little bit of sweat was forming a sensual sheen on the girl's tits, drawing Eddie's attention back there far too easily.

Of course she would notice.

"Have you ever done anything with a girl before?"

Eddie normally would have thought she was judging him, but her expression was so open and curious and... cute.

He can feel a little sweat forming on the small of his back and underarms. He’s nervous, and it makes it hard to ignore how badly he just wants to get into it. But Eddie tries to stay focused on her hazy eyes as he responds."No... not really. I'm a little, uh... a little inexperienced with this kind of thing," he admits. "Why do you ask?”

"Because," the girl answers, noticing how badly Eddie was ogling her chest. "I want you to feel safe. If you want to stop at any time do not hesitate to tell me. Boys always get it in their heads that they need to lose their virginity as fast as possible. I don't want you to look back on this moment and regret it."

"Okay, yeah… I-I appreciate that," Eddie replies, trying and failing to sound calm. "I want us both to enjoy this whole experience, you know?"

She smiles faintly at Eddie’s words before launching into her usual spiel. "My safe word is Milkshake, but you can pick your own if you want to. If at any time I do something that you don't like or you start to have second thoughts, use your safe word, okay Munson?"

Eddie nods his head slowly in response. "Yeah, don’t worry I'll do that. My safe word will be… uh, shit… no not ‘shit’, it’ll be… " He looks down at himself for inspiration, his eyes landing on the logo of his shirt, a devious smile curling his lip. “Hellfire, my safe word will be Hellfire.” 

Marnie’s smile slowly melts into a  smirk at Eddie’s choice before she continues,

"Now, I have a few ground rules before we begin, okay?" 

Nodding his head, a little absentminded Eddie replies around a suddenly dry throat, "Go on. I'm listening." 

"You are allowed to touch my chest, thighs, back and ass over my clothes. Never under. You will not try and pleasure me in return. And under any circumstances are you allowed to kiss me. Do you agree?" Marnie levels Eddie with a serious frown, the pinch of apprehension between her eyes makes Eddie wonder what she’s thinking as she waits for his response.  

He looks at her for a few moments, the weight of everything beginning to settle hot and heavy in his veins, before nodding once more. "Yeah, I can do that. Sounds...uh... pretty reasonable.” Eddie looks away for a moment, his darkened cheeks making him feel self conscious . He silently doubted the other boys Marnie had dallied with acted this fucking awkward  before getting their dicks sucked. 

"Do you have any rules of your own that you want me to follow Munson?" Marnie tilts her head to the side, and it instantly reminds Eddie of a curious little kitten. Which of course makes him even more flustered. He always knew girls were cute, but no one had ever looked at him like that. Being on the receiving end of a girl's charms… yeah. Eddie was beginning to understand why men could be such dicks to each other when they wanted a girl.  

He was already mentally strangling any invisible and imagined guy who even came near Marnie again. Which was… stupid. She wasn’t even his to claim, but Eddie knew then and there that if given the chance, he would make Marnie Wellwood his girl. 

 For a few more moments Eddie just takes her in, trying to think of anything he wasn’t okay with. Porn mags were always too perfect. And even though Eddie knew that that was the appeal, that the fantasy is what sold each issue; well, he had always hoped his first time with a girl would be more… real. Not a procured imagining of what sex was, but more, intimate. But life had not been kind to Eddie Munson, and here he was just about to get his first blowjob from a girl he found out existed in his same sphere only hours ago.

Eventually, Eddie does speak up. "Um... you can touch, uh..." he blushes and looks down at his fingers, idly twirling his rings from all the nervous energy. "Pretty much anything you want to, I guess. I don't really mind as long as you're comfortable with it." 

A fond smile touches upon Marnie’s lips for an instant, before her expression turns serious again. "One last question before we begin then. I always want my partners to get caught completely in the fantasy... When you think of being intimate with someone do you prefer gentle and loving? Passionate and needy? Or Dominant and Dirty?" 

She's making it incredibly difficult for Eddie to keep his composure, But he answers her honestly. "Uhm... I think I would like it gentle and loving," Eddie mumbles, looking away slightly to hide his embarrassment.

The girl smiles, and it is a genuine smile that crinkles the edges of her hazy eyes.

"Okay," she murmurs softly, her whole demeanor shifting. In an instant she becomes soft and demure, like a chameleon shifting to blend in. It was almost scary at how fast she could move into a new persona.

"Can I have your hand Munson?"

Eddie’s lips part, the flush of his excitement turning his full lips dark and rosy. In the dim, hazy lighting of the van, Eddie’s eyes are dark and fathomless; the pupil practically consuming his iris hungrily.  His hands shake, the slick sweat on his palms making him cringe at himself as she takes his long, trembling fingers into her own hand. 

She lets her gentle fingers glide over the planes of Eddie's strong, well defined hands. Each knuckle reverently caressed. She takes the calloused pads of Eddie's fingertips and brings them to her lips and just lets him feel her hot, moist breath fan against them teasingly; her eyes never once leaving his as she quietly assesses his reactions. 

The expectation Eddie had was for her to start sucking on his fingers in a facsimile of what was to come... so he is completely surprised when she bestows a soft kiss on each fingertip, her eyes fluttering closed sweetly. 

After each finger has been kissed, the girl opens her eyes and whimpers pleadingly, gently guiding Eddie's hand to now cup one of her full breasts over her clothes.

"Please, touch me... tell me all the dirty thoughts you think every time you take your dick in your fist and fuck it."

Her sweet gestures mixing with her filthy words were going to be Eddie's undoing, he was sure of it.

Eddie cups the girls full, weighty breast in awe. There were very few moments in Eddie's life where he was absolutely speechless, no witty come back or snarky remark. Just pure fascination and wonder over being able to touch a girl's tits for the very first time.

His throat is getting a little dry from how quickly he was getting turned on; all of his blood pooling into his erection. The girl makes a throaty sound of encouragement, snapping Eddie back to reality.

She had asked him a question and he still hadn't answered.

"I dunno... don't really fantasize much about sex. I mostly just whack it to porn mags," Eddie finally supplies inelegantly.

"No, no, that's not what I mean," she replies quickly, shaking her head. She's back to being bold and assertive just like that. All the shyness was an act. Eddie’s blush returns as he realizes that - and not for the first time - he realizes he may have been a bit too gullible.

"Tell me the dirtiest thoughts you've ever had, in your entire life."

Eddie swallows thickly as she practically purrs the words. Wow. That's... that's a little more intense than he had even dared to imagine… Eddie wipes his hands absently on his jeans as they continue to sweat.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut as he thinks; his thoughts falling through his mind like sand in an hourglass. He felt high, horny and hazy-- all of those things a horrible combination in regards to having to think.

His strong hands are cupping both of her breasts now, squeezing and massaging absentmindedly and enjoying every moment of it.

"Fuck..." Eddie bites out, his thoughts finally catching up to him as dirty images flicker behind his eyelids. "I wanna sit in my throne after d&d and have a girl ride me. Make me feel like a god," Eddie is mumbling, trying to keep the image from making him nut too soon.

The girl smiles ever so slightly at Eddie's reply to her question.

Her eyes flick down to his jeans, the hard line of his cock easy to see from how tight he wears his pants.

"Does your dick hurt from being so hard? Want me to make you feel so so good?" The girl croons, her gaze growing dark and sultry.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathes the word into his lungs. There had been the slightest tremble in his voice, all too easily showing Marnie how close he already was, without even being touched yet. “Yeah, wanna feel you on my dick… pretty mouth’s gonna feel incredible.” He was practically slurring as if drunk. He might as well have been… drunk off the smell of her perfume, and the sound of her voice edging him closer to the finish line before the race even began.  

"You're such an honest boy," she murmurs while her fingers trace the strong tendons in Eddie's hands.

Her hands trail up his arms, and then under his shirt; her nails pressing a little harder as they rake downward to add a little pain to the pleasure. It makes Eddie shiver, and the flush on his face deepens at how much he enjoyed the slight sting.

And god damn it made him fucking moan. 

Even when he was at his most desperate to cum, fucking into his slick, sticky fist like his life depended on it in the privacy of his room, he had never moaned. Sigh, sure… hell maybe even whimpered occasionally. But the guttural sound she drew from him made him flush heatedly. 

"Your moans are so pretty Munson, I'm having a hard time believing no one has ever touched you like this before. The girls around here really are dumb,"Her gaze turns slightly predatory as she licks the rim of her lower lip in a show of seduction and want.

The wet shine of her lips makes Eddie gulp at the knowledge that soon her sinful little mouth would be sucking him off.

There's no doubt about it. This girl was good. Really, really good. But there was no way in hell Eddie was backing out now just because he was slightly overwhelmed by her. No way.

Eddie swallows heavily, but tries to play it cool. "Nobody's ever talked to me like this before.” His eyes flutter closed for a moment, taking this all in. "Yeah... maybe I am missing out. You're really something, you know that?"

He watches breathlessly as the girl's hands work efficiently on his belt and jeans fasteners, the shine of her black nails catching his attention.

He can hardly hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down over the thundering of his heartbeat. The muggy air in the van is still cool enough to send a shiver through him as he feels the damp patch from his leaking dick cool from the sudden air flow.

The girl looks up at him through the rim of her pretty lashes, and smiles as her fingers begin to gently rub at the wetness leaking through his boxers from the weeping head of his dick.

Her lips look so tempting to Eddie, and he has an insatiable urge to kiss her. But he remembers, a little regretfully, her no kissing policy.

Instead he bites his own lip to keep from moaning again too loudly.

Eddie feels his jaw clench from the effort, his skin burning raw and sensitive all over with the desperate desire to press Marnie down and claim her. Ruin her until she’s quivering and moaning just as badly as him. But Eddie is able to keep himself in check. His heart rate is skyrocketing and the blood is still rushing through his body at a fever pitch, but he does his best to remain calm.

"God, that felt so good. Fuckin’ perfect…," Eddie adds with a soft sigh. 

The girl gives Eddie a surprisingly gentle smile considering how domineering she has been this whole time at his words.

The feeling of her hands softly squeezing and rubbing his impossibly hard cock through his boxers was absolute heaven. Nothing in his life had ever felt as good as this, and they hadn't even gotten to the fun part.

"Fuck Munson," the girl whispers in awe, "you've got a big cock. The girls are definitely missing out at getting a taste of you.” 

He can't help it - Eddie shivers as she says that. His breath hitches as she speaks, face flushing bright red once more. Eddie wanted to say to hell with any other girl… 

Every girl he had ever fantasized about, every awkward boner at school when a skirt swished by, thighs so tantalizing he thought he could die, paled in comparison to this. To Marnie Wellwood looming over him, tits pulled taught in her tight shirt, and a mouth made of sin. 

"Mmm. You... you think so?" Eddie slurs, her words making him throb. It clicked for him then that she definitely liked what she was feeling. Her appreciative appraisal of his cock made Eddie practically preen with pride. 

"Of course. I overhear so many girls in our classes whine about their boyfriends lack of... downstairs equipment." As if to punctuate her Admiration, she finally pulls the full length of Eddie's dick out of his boxers; her velvety soft fingers finally directly touching the hot, throbbing length of him.

Her gaze turns wanton at the sight of him. His cock was long, and thick in perfect balance, with a lovely head and delicate veins. Precum was weeping from the eye of his dick to run down the length of it and onto his balls.

Eddie wondered if he was only imagining the drool at the corner of her mouth the moment she fully took in the sight of him. 

"Ohhh... God..."

When she mentions how big he is Eddie feels a sudden, intense surge of pride. His heartbeat starts to race again, and for a second he thinks about what they would all say if they knew what Eddie the Freak Munson was doing right  now, but then he reminds himself to focus on the present. Yeah, the present was good… Marnie’s smooth fingers had just begun to rub along the thickest vein on his cock and that alone was heaven. 

The girl seems to sense how well her words lifted Eddie's self esteem, the way his cheeks flushed pleasantly at the praise. She thought it was sort of... cute. But she would never admit that out loud.

Instead she takes Eddie's dick and slicks her hands over it a few times to spread his precum so she can jerk his cock a little easier.

Eddie can't control the sound she wrenches out of him from how amazing it felt to have someone other than himself jerk his erection so good like that... it was enough to almost make him drool. 

She pokes out her tongue teasingly, keeping it just a hair's breadth away from Eddie's erection. Her almost touch is driving him crazy, but he tries his best to play it cool and not let her know how badly he wants her.

Without warning however, her soft warm lips begin to swallow around the head of him, and the softness of her slick tongue running along his hot, hard cock almost makes him come undone. Eddie’s eyes roll back, and he blinks blearily at the roof of the van. 

Lewd, wet sounds fill the silence; punctuated by Eddie’s voice. Unable to control himself, Eddie whimpers at every soft suckle. When she takes him down to the base and the head of his cock scrapes the back of her throat, Eddie keens as if the air has been punched from his lungs. 

Eddie can feel his thighs trembling, pleasure sparking along his nerves. Up his spine, and neck; his head practically fuzzy with pleasure. A few times his hips jerk involuntarily, shoving his dick deeper into Marnie’s perfect mouth. 

Apologies sit at the precipice of his tied up tongue, afraid that fucking into her throat like that would make her angry. So when her eyes flick up and she whimpers pleadingly at him as if… fuck, if Eddie didn’t know any better, he might think she liked him rutting his cock into her mouth as if he really was fucking it. 

He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, as they clench and unclench at his sides uselessly. He's just trembling and breathing shakily through his nose. But he knows at least that he can't stop looking at her. His eyes drink her in greedily, and if he could burn the sight of her cheeks stretched full around his cock into his mind forever, he would. 

What finally undoes Eddie are her eyes. At the height of his breathless panting for air, her eyes flick up and bore heatedly into his. They hold such unfathomable thoughts behind them, and Eddie finds it both maddening and exhilarating that he cannot begin to guess what she is thinking as he spills.

Her eyes felt like they were branding him, and though he did not know it then, they would forever leave a mark upon his heart.

She licks her lips after she swallows, which just makes Eddie groan from how overstimulated and over the edge she made him feel. There was the tiniest tinge of regret that it was all over now, but Eddie tried to not let that get to him. Instead he tries to affect an air of lazy nonchalance as he says, "I can't believe we just did... that." An almost note of disbelief colors his words as he looks the girl over. 

“Did you… like it?” Eddie asks breathlessly while he collects himself enough to speak again. He feels a bit silly for even asking, but he needs to know. 

"The question is, Munson, did you like it? This isn't about me, my hookups with you silly boys are never about how I feel. I provide a service and I get something in return. Nothing more, nothing less."

The girl is plucking at the almost burned away remnants of the joint they were sharing and takes a drag of what little remains, releasing the smoke in Eddie's direction. She seems unaffected by her own words, but Eddie can see the small twinge of sadness at the edges of her eyes as she says it. 

“Well if it wasn’t obvious, I loved it. This was… this was amazing.” Eddie replies, honestly. Never in his wildest dreams had Eddie ever dared to think he would be in a moment like this. But seeing the hint of hurt from her own admission makes Eddie want to soften the ache. 

“But, it would be better if you liked it too. Why do you do this if it doesn’t make you feel good?” 

She smiles, it's small and reflective as if she is thinking a thought that she knows she has to hold back. It's in that moment that Eddie sees a hint of something behind her mask. She wanted people to think she was carefree and promiscuous.

"Look Munson, I did enjoy making you feel good. You're probably the... gentlest person I've been with. As long as you are satisfied with what I did for you then that's all that matters. Girls like me... we don't get to be cherished and adored. Treated like something precious... we just... exist for others' benefit." 

“That’s not fair,” Eddie says with a small bit of resentment. “You deserve as much appreciation and love as you give. It just… seems unfair that you get the short end of the stick.” 

"I never said anything about love Munson. Love has nothing to do with why I hook up like this with people like you. Love is the last thing any of you boys need to have with a girl like me " 

"Well, what's so wrong with love?" He asks, confused and curious about what exactly she means by that.

But... There is a small part of Eddie that understands what she's saying - even if he doesn't like hearing it. 

"Love isn't for someone like me, okay?" Her words have a bitter edge, "I'm the kind of person who is meant to be someone's dirty little secret. No one would proudly take me by the hand for the world to see. I'm the mistake that happens when you get too drunk, or miss your ex. I'm the filler in a space that just so happens to be free. Boys don't love girls who are like this. They just use them, and then cut them loose when they get bored of them." 

Her words leave a very bitter taste in Eddie’s mouth. He can’t help feeling slighted, even if Marnie had made it clear from the get go what this was. Her being so candid and assuming his intentions… stung. 

“Well… maybe you just haven’t met someone willing to care for you like that,” Eddie adds. He knows he is going into uncharted territory, and he hopes he won’t say anything too stupid or offensive to make her mad. 

She laughs a little, the sound sardonic and dry and... sad. Her fingers put out the last bits of the joint, before going to brush the mess of her hair out of her face. "Don't you worry your pretty little head over me Munson. Just revel in the fact that you now officially know what it feels like to get a blowie in the back of your van." 

“Wow. You just… it never stops with you, huh?” Eddie replies sarcastically. “I guess I should count myself lucky.”

He sighs softly as he realizes that, although they had both enjoyed themselves, she seems adamant about not letting herself get emotionally connected to anyone. This was a mistake in her mind, and that’s all it’ll ever be.

 Eddie figures there are worse mistakes to make at least. 

"Thanks for the weed, and for being nice to me." Her raspy voice grows a little soft and fluffy at the end, and she looks away. "You're not at all like I expected you to be." 

"Really?" he asks, his usual playful smile returning. "Well, thank you for that. Coming from you, that means a lot."Eddie smiles warmly, a rush of endorphins  flooding him from the compliment. "What did you expect me to be like?" 

"Mean and scary. I know it's dumb... we both have pretty horrible reputations around school, don't we?" 

"Yeah, we do..."

Eddie sighs, smiling warmly at her again. "But sometimes... what we're told isn't always reality. You know, we're not as scary as people make us out to be." He shrugs. "If anything, I'm just a bit of a nerd who likes to headbang to metal, and you... you're actually pretty sweet on the inside." 

"You tell anyone I have a soft gooey inside Munson, and I'll tell everyone around school what you're like down there, and it won't be close to the truth at all." 

He blushes again, just at the reminder of what she had said earlier about his… endowment. "Fine. I can keep a secret." Eddie raises an eyebrow at her. "But would they believe you?" 

She smiles a wolfish, toothy smile at Eddie's response. "Touché," with that she straightens her clothes and reaches for the handle of Eddie's back door in his van.

"If you uh... ever want to request my services again, I might be inclined to say yes. You're pretty fun to hang out with Munson." 

"Maybe I will,"He replies, his face crinkling as he smiles at her. Eddie feels both a bit silly and very embarrassed. But also happy. Really, really happy.

He turns the handle for her, and lets her know the coast is clear. "I'm glad you um, hit me up for a deal. That was... unexpected, but very nice." 

She hops out of the back of the van like she hadn't just been in there doing very eyebrow raising things with Hawkins High's biggest Freak. It warms Eddie's heart just a little when she winks and gives him a small smile over her shoulder before disappearing into the woods. 

With her back turned and fading steadily from view, Eddie makes a dramatic stabbing motion right into his heart and smiles. 

Yeah… without a doubt, he knew he had it bad. 

[ofgentleresolve]

@wellfell sent in: drenched in sunlight , waves are peacefully brushing over the soft sand . she hates sunlight with the same passion she's been hating momoko since middle school . her beach party was loud , unlike what they thought of her , akina wasn't keen to exist in crowded places like these but at least she looked good . under the shade , sipping her cool berry juice with her pink sunglasses on . pissed , bored , and exceptionally aware of the fact that her old friends hasn't forgotten about the scandals that had her name on it . . . all went smooth until lamon approached her — she was peacefully brooding and glaring at the sea until he sat beneath the cool shadow of the shade beside her . and smiled a little . ❛ did momoko got tired of eyeing me and send you to check on me ? if she keeps calling me miss dracula i will break her jaw . go tell her that . ❜ of course momoko didn't send him , lamon doesn't listen to anyone . she didn't even know with such thick walls of ice between him and his friends , why exactly he appeared . maybe the same reason she did , to see him .

Here’s how life goes: it happens and then expects you to act like it never did. Is that how they think he should act? What, with the way they disappeared into thin air in the aftermath of the accident, only to reappear two years later with some kind of squeal like ‘oh my god, I haven’t seen you in like forever, how have you been my guy?’. Those were the same people who didn’t even bother to visit him in the hospital, let alone send a text. And now they come crawling back like nothing ever happened? Like he’s still the same shadow from two years ago, the naive lamb who would take everything said to him at face value.

Yeah right.

Momoko’s beach party sounded like a drag, from the very beginning. For one thing, the more Co*caine Don*nald’s new roommate talked about, the less it sounded like a meetup so much as a frat party, but copy-and-pasted onto a beach. Why would he go when his roommate already drags him to the beach ( in the middle of the night too- some would say it’s sketchy, but again, who cares, it’s four in the morning, no one should be giving a shit at this time ) anyways? This is just the same, except now he has to put sunblock on if he doesn’t want to burned.

But he’s here anyway, half-tuned out to whatever the hell Momoko and the others are saying. The only reason he knows her is because she was friends with Robin back in the day. ‘Was friends’ because he’s pretty sure she’s not taking the time to go see her up north. He has a red solo cup holding some mysterious blue liquid, which he has no intention on finishing. It’s easy to see how strong the punch is just by the sheer amount of time it took for people to get plastered. Why did he change his mind again?

“Why would she ask me that? She can do her own bidding.” That and if she did ask Lam that, he’d cuss her out instead. At the very least he’d say if she’s so intent on harassing someone she invited, she damn well better have the guts to do it herself. He takes the seat next to the only tolerable person at this party. If the others are busy getting smashed, heating up as hot as the summer sun shining down on them, then Akina is the SEA BREEZE. 

( The wind, day or night, has always been his favorite part of the beach. )

“If you’re Count Dracula, then she can be a WEREWOLF- loud and furry.” Which would be fitting for her, he doesn’t add. Knees brush against Akina’s bare ones. In all technicalities, she doesn’t have to be here either, doesn’t have to hang around these people who smile to her face but give back-handed comments behind her back. 

So why did she go?

( He could ask himself the same question, really. When a mutual friend mentioned that Akina would also be invited, he looked up from his phone for a long moment- she always does that to him, making him stop what he’s doing and listen. He has her number so he could’ve asked her point blank if she would be going. That would be the easiest way to know and to see her.

But then again, for all the times they could be direct with each other, they…aren’t. And besides, if they can just keep ‘meeting up by circumstance’ then it’s all the more convenient, isn’t it? People will talk either way. )

He motions towards the water and the shoreline that stretches in parallel. “...Wanna ditch? They won’t notice if we’re gone for a while.”

[whoslaurapalmer]

11, 21

11) favorite extracurricular activity?

interpreting this as 'hobby' since i am no longer in school, i love to crochet!!!! sometimes it can be hard because it's like. boy i've made myself a lot of scarves over the years, though. and hats. (although, i think i could stand to make more hats, actually........i made a lot of slouch beanies in college and i'd like to try and make like. a beret. idk something fancy, i think.) sometimes the 'things to make' options can feel limited because they can take up space i don't have or i don't need them. but i've started trying to do clothing!!! i'm just really bad at gauge. have i ever mentioned the sweater i tried to crochet in 2017 that wound up looking like a parachute, because i, did not pay attention to gauge? like, you could fit two of me in it, i fucked up that badly. (we use it as like, a throw over the back of furniture. you fold it right, you can't tell it should've been a sweater.) but i like the idea of making more (better!) crochet sweaters. can't go wrong with sweaters. do i have a million sweaters? yes!!! but i always like more sweaters.

anyway, still making a big cardigan sweater (out of squares! so, much more manageable. a lil wonky because my solid squares wound up more.....rectangle-y........but we cannot all be perfect. and it will be warm, and cozy. and still cute.) and it's going very well and has worked up very nicely. i big recommend making things out of squares because they work up so fast once you get going and they're relatively easy to make and it's very satisfying. having half a sweater lying around because you haven't finished it yet? terrible. haunting. having little squares lying around in neat piles because you haven't finished it yet? very good.

21) something you've kept since childhood?

i have my favorite stuffed animals from when i was very, very little!! a baby doll that jingles when you shake her (5 year old!me liked cute little noises. 28 year old!me is 100% exactly the same.), and a lamb with a pink ribbon on his neck. how could i ever get rid of them!!!! i'd feel terrible!!!! i may keep them in a drawer because i don't know where to put them but i could never get rid of them.

[hemihr12005]

Fundies S2W1

We did a similar project to the childen's story book in graphic design stream. This time making a 12 page book on in design i want to focus more on type and imagery.

our brief was to create:

we also needed to include:

i used 3 different paragraph styles. one for titles, one for subheadings and one for body text.

i used a lot of images, which i edited on photoshop.

i wanted to create a collage of frame of flowers and the characters from each nursery rhyme/ story included in the book. i ended up editing a lot of images in photoshop for this by making them black and white and removing backgrounds (also adding some pencil drawings to them through photoshop). I used this for the end page. i also added two drawings i drew on paper and then turned into illustrations. below is the two drawings on paper and then how they ended up on illustrator. i then put them into photoshop and duplicated the layers and flipped them horizontally to create the whole moth/butterfly. i also edited the overlapping parts too in photoshop. i turned the opacity down on the in design page spread beacsue i found they were a lot darker than the other illustrations i had on the page.

on the page above i also created one of the flowers on illustrator using the pencil tool and curves.

on my end page i also created the penguin books penguin on illustrator using pen tool and bezier curves.

i made the stomach colour the same as the book back cover so it would blend well.

the teacher also helped me align one of my pages better. the type size was adjusted smaller, and increased the leading. i think this helped a lot with the alignment and made the page look a lot better. i think i just ran out of space and didn't want to change the font size, but the small change helped the page to look a lot better.

the original is on the left and the changed on the right. the one on the right is just more spacious and better to look at.

pages in order:

for my front cover i found this wreath that i really liked. it had lots of stock marks so i removed them in photoshop using pen and patch tool. i really liked the composition and colours and style. i really like old style book illustrations and wanted to have a similar theme for my book. i originally just had the title as children's storys, but i felt something was missing so i added & nursery rhymes. i think this made the page a lot more balanced. i also used blue for the font originally, but i changed to yellow to match the flowers and be more complimentary to the background.

For my end pages i found a pattern i liked. i edited in photoshop to be black and white because it was originally pink. i then turned the opacity down because i thought it was to bright. i like this pattern as it is floral so it fit in with the rest of my book and it looks nice and simple.

for content page i found an image i liked of flowers and then i edited a different composition on photoshop and added a few different flowers from other images. I used middle alignment for the title, and changed the font size of the story so it would be in equal length to ‘children’s’ I did this to create a square looking alignment. I was going to use middle alignment for the page numbers too but with the number it looked really bad so I changed it to left alignment. This looked a lot better but there were a few orphans so I changed the font and tracking so all the books would fit on one line.  For the first story “Mary had a little lamb” I ended up getting help to real align the page to make it less cramped. Other than that change which I talked about earlier - I kept the nursery rhyme into fours lines and made sure I had no orphans or widows. I used an all cap title, a subheading for the author and body text for the story. I used a coloured illustration on this page since the content page had colour. I liked this image I found because it also had the vintage look of older books - with the watercolour style that I like - and have on the front cover. The image also featured a girl and lambs which I thought fit the story well.

For ‘I’m a little teapot’ story I used the same text as the previous story but I kept the font the original paragraph setting I had which was 16. I used return shift to create the text paragraphing. I used a teapot image, illustrated with black and white with what looks like pen. I chose this because in old book design they often used black illustrations in children’s book - for example old Winnie the Pooh books. I really like this style and as I sad earlier I wanted an older sort of styled book design. for ‘itzy bitzy spider’i used the same format and type of image. I liked this image as it included a spider, a web and some flowers. I liked the flowers because it is a recurring theme throughout the book. I also like that the spider is not a super realistic image, because children are often scared of spiders. 

For ‘ring o’ roses’ I wanted to have a literal image of a ring of roses or a wreath of roses. I found an image that was in the watercolour style I liked. I decided to keep this in colour, even though most of the illustrations I have are in black and white. I tried it in black and white but it didn’t look as good, and I feel like colour shows off the rose illustration nicely. I used middle alignment for text and put the text inside the ring of roses. For hare and the tortoise i used lots of soft return for the paragraphing. I also used it at the end to use emphasis on the last line, because that is the main meaning behind the story. I used a tortoise illustration for the bottom of the page, the illustration was originally brown so I changed it into black and white. 

in this i used multiple images and then edited them on photoshop to black and white and removed the backgrounds. i also edited some of them - moving thing around/ removing things ect. I chose these images because i thought they looked good and matched the rest of my book while also relating back to the characters from the stories i used. i wanted it to look nice while also matching the rest of the book and i think i achieved this. i like the colour as well and think i child would like to look at this. the only thing i would change next time is to make a more simple back cover - as while this is pretty back covers are usually pretty bland. So this could be used as a front cover next time.

i enjoyed this task, as i enjoyed thinking to what i would like as a child when i made this. i also enjoyed playing around more on photoshop, in design and illustrator. i definitly leant some new things through trail and error as well as soft returns which the teacher taught us. my favourite thing was making arrangements on photoshop and INdesign. i think children would like my book design and stories and do think a children could easily read the storys themselves. I think its a really pretty book and an adult reading it to their kids would also (hopefully) enjoy the illustrations. i think if i were to do this again i would do a make the back cover the front cover, do a more simple back cover (maybe just keep the rabbit and do more of a blurb), and make the book all black and white. i would also change the order of the page spreads i would swap 6 & 7 for 8 & 9 because the 'ring o' roses' story is in colour and would look better near the colour pages - originally i chose the order of pages this way so 'the hare and the tortoise' would be last on content page, because i originally couldn't fit the name on one line, so i wanted it to be the last story. I would also make the books content page background colour white. lastly I would try to add some more vectors. I got a little annoyed with the vectors because I couldn't really make illustrations in the same style as the style i was going for. i found i could only really make line art when i wanted to create more sketchy illustrations (which i ended up doing on photoshop instead with the pencil tool). although i did manage to create the style i wanted by converting sketches i drew, into vectors on illustrator with a tool called 'convert sketch into vector'.

[lunanheartache]

u know what i think this one has a funny ending (read: stupid but i had a fun time). this is just some silly lambgars. they have a good time together. 4424 words & oh shit this is a year old next month 😦

expect: t4t (it's lambgar), dick pumping (lots of dick talk haha), dirty talk, oral, frotting, d/s dynamics, vague brief objectification / cockwarming

it's early.

it feels early, at least. the light from the windows is dull and gray, doing nothing to brighten the room. it makes it look like dawn, or just before, sun beaten down by the steady rain on the roof.

maybe it's late. maybe he slept in.

j'gar stretches with a groan. he's alone in bed, lamb's side of it cool but unmade. that feels like a sign he slept in.

whoops.

but lamb knows how to take care of the day, can handle feeding the animals and getting eggs and milk. the rain makes it easier for him anyway. doesn't have to water the farm, doesn't have to deal with the well or carrying buckets from the river. j'gar can be a little lazy if he wants.

he rolls onto his back, enjoying the warmth and softness of his bed. sleep keeps his head fuzzy like cotton. he could just go back to sleep. catch up on older missed hours, even though he's been better recently. much better. seven months better, with his strength back and-

honestly, in some ways, he's better than before. his endurance might need some work and his scars are an adjustment with a long time left to mature, but those salves from doc lupin have been so good. there was always that disconnect between himself and his masculinity and now. now, now he has this salve. what it is, actually, who knows, but his voice is deeper, tusks bigger, the whole of him hairier and a bit sweatier and-

mm, there's an idea.

j'gar glances at the bedroom door. it's closed, no sounds of life on the other side. lamb probably won't come back in the room unless he's really late, so he should have a few moments to himself.

he lets his eyes fall closed. spreading his legs, j'gar slides his palm over his underwear, over his dick, bigger even soft with the salves. that's good. that's so good.

there's something about it, feeling his dick get hard now because it does. it swells eagerly under his attentions, a certain hardness that just makes itself known through the cloth. natural and good and right.

so good. j'gar hums a low sound in his throat. he rocks his hips against the heel of his palm, but the friction catches sensitive on the head. resting his hand on his stomach, he teases his fingers through the hair there and lets the arousal linger in his gut for a moment. admires the easy feeling. it'll be better once he's wet, but the salves - something about them makes it difficult, makes that softness slow and weak. he'll get there.

he slides his fingers under the waistband of his underwear to slot his dick between them. squeezes just a little.

he thinks about lamb. lamb sits in his lap in the sunset like she did last week. they split a slice of strawberry pie like usual, like normal, like always. it was sweet. it is sweet. lamb is sweet, makes gentle little noises because he has j'gar fucking him here. in the fantasy, j'gar is naked because he doesn't need clothes to make lamb feel good. lamb just has his skirt hiked up a bit so j'gar can get his cock in him, and he doesn't have to move, can just have j'gar fuck him and eat his half of the pie; can just enjoy everything.

j'gar grips lamb's waist. she fits so well under his hands. his cock fits so well in him too, not too big or too small. he's thick, though, enough that he stretches lamb out around him. not that he gets to see with their skirt over them. he can just feel it, how lamb opens for him, wet and yielding. she clenches down on him sometimes, but he's not allowed to cum. he has to make lamb feel good, wants to, wants to be so good for them.

lamb glances over her shoulder at him. his ears are just pink. "slow down a bit, sweetheart," he says.

"ah, sorry, sorry," j'gar says, half a whine. "getting close."

"can you still be good or do you need a little break?"

j'gar curls forward, presses his forehead to lamb's back. he feels fuzzy, heat pulsing in his hips. "break. break, please."

"of course, jay." lamb settles fully into his lap, keeping j'gar buried in him. "you're doing so good, telling me. are you okay like this?"

"enjoying yourself there?" lamb's voice - lamb's actual voice - asks.

"lamb!" j'gar yelps, yanking his hand away. he jolts upright.

lamb stands in the doorway. there's a faint flush and a smile across his cheeks, something like amusement twinkling in his dark eyes. her hair is flat from the rain, not quite dripping but not dry either. their clothes are similar. the green of their shirt muddles darker with water from the shoulders down to their chest.

"here i thought you were sleeping in," she says.

j'gar hides his face in his hand, leaves the more incriminating one under the covers. "i was! oh my gods."

"well, don't let me interrupt," lamb says with a wink.

she pads the rest of the way into their room to her side of the bed, peeling off wet clothes as she goes. j'gar's face feels too hot. he clears his throat, keeps his eyes angled away from lamb.

"i thought you'd be a while," mumbles j'gar.

"you know i'm not bothered, hon."

"i know, i just-" j'gar makes a frustrated noise in his throat. "didn' mean to make you see that. i shoulda- locked the door or somethin'. sorry."

the bed shifts slightly with new weight. lamb's hand touches his shoulder. "jay, it's fine, really. you were in our bed and you were taking care of yourself. i walked in."

j'gar dares to look at them. lamb is naked, wet hair leaving a few droplets on her shoulders and collarbones. she offers a smile and squeezes his arm when he finally looks.

"there he is," they say.

"hope i didn' make you uncomfortable."

"you didn't. i'm a little jealous of your hand, but."

oh.

j'gar turns more solidly toward her. lamb has one knee on the bed, leaning towards him. "well, i mean. you look a little cold. think my hands could help you warm up?" he asks, tentative.

"see," lamb says, taking his hand back to rummage in a drawer in the nightstand, "i had another idea if you're up for it."

"what is it?"

lamb sets the pump on the bed. "want to try fucking me? i was thinking your dick is probably big enough with this."

that.

oh.

j'gar feels his breath catch. his pulse is a tangible throb. they have managed to stretch his cock an inch or two with that thing. lamb brought it home one day after a trip up north, a funny glass cylinder with a rubbery sort of hose and handle attached to it. like the glass cups lamb has used on him in the past, but more mechanical and easier to use.

he touches the handle. almost like a well pump, vaguely. same principle, he assumes. sucking up like a siphon.

and lamb wants to pump him until he can fuck him. thinks they can get his cock fat enough to fuck into him. it won't be like his fantasies; j'gar has no illusions that he'll get that big, and toys will be the only way he can stretch lamb out so well, but.

gods, he could fuck lamb with his dick. maybe.

"okay," j'gar says breathlessly. "okay. yeah. can we try that?"

lamb laughs, soft. "get your underwear off and let's see," they say.

she stands back up then, not half kneeling. j'gar pushes his weight into his heels and one hand behind himself and tugs his underwear down to his thighs. the fabric is just wet at the center. he sits back down and kicks them the rest of the way off, sits crosslegged and eager.

"where d'you want me?" he asks.

"i think the bed is fine. are you comfortable?"

nodding is easier; he nods, nods, nods. lamb makes an amused sound and pads around to his side of the bed. j'gar just watches, admiring.

her legs are so long. the faintest line of muscle curves along the length of his thigh when he walks, but j'gar knows he's soft, pliant.

oops. j'gar shakes his head. focus. come on. when lamb stops next to him, he leans back on his hands, keeps his legs open, offers himself up. he'll be good. lamb can get him ready to fuck her and he won't touch.

lamb sits sideways. her knee bumps j'gar's. their eyes track up from his dick to his face; j'gar shifts his hips forward an inch, trying to make himself more prominent.

it works, in a way; it gets lamb's hands on him, fingers spreading him open to really look at his cock when it stands alone. j'gar feels his breath in his throat, swallows around it. lamb thumbs his foreskin back but doesn't tease, instead knocking a knuckle on either side of him and pulling gently, curiously. like he's checking to make sure he'll be good for him, and of course he can because lamb will make him. lamb can use him how she wants, tell him how to make her feel good, and he'll be so good, so good.

"your dick is definitely bigger," lamb says, and there's something like pride in their voice. "look at you."

"i know, it's amazin'. iunno what it is but it's- i didn' think i'd ever-" the words catch in a hitch.

lamb lets him go to lean forward and hug him, chin on his shoulder for just a moment. "you're okay, jay, i know. do you need a minute? want to stop?"

gods.

j'gar sniffles, tucks his face against lamb's neck and just breathes. her hair is damp and smells like rain. they are warm against him, the lightest pressure; lamb isn't putting his weight into him, holding herself up in the lean. when j'gar nods against her, she straightens up, dark eyes searching his face. the sort of playfulness sobers out them as quick as it came on.

"sorry," j'gar mumbles. he laughs, awkwardly. "i didn'- didn' mean to get emotional there. i, uh. whoops."

"don't think anything of it."

"i was just- 'fore you came in, i was kinda thinkin' about fuckin' you, but i had more of, uh." he gestures downward. "a more traditional set'a features."

"oh," says lamb.

j'gar crooks a smile. "must be 'm a little more sensitive today 'bout it, is all. you okay workin' with me a little?"

"of course, j'gar." lamb bumps his shoulder with a loose fist. "do you still want to try my idea or go with something that doesn't put pressure on you? not that- i don't mean for it to be any kind of pressure, i was just. was i too much too fast?"

"no, no, no, hon, you ain't done nothin', i promise. i was kinda wonderin' if i could fuck you without a toy too, you're not pressurin' me."

"well, how were you thinking about it?"

j'gar takes a breath. embarassment warms his cheeks faintly. "i was just sorta thinkin'. i kinda forgot about your pump thin', so i thought. you'd have to tease me for a while so i'd get real hard. then you'd be lyin' on your back with your knees up, maybe a pillow under your hips t'keep you more comfy? make sure you're angled right for me. then i think i could maybe hold my dick up a little and fuck you for real."

"i like that idea," lamb says, tracing distracted patterns in the hair on his thigh. "what if you were holding my legs up near my chest, and i held myself open for you?"

"oh. y'think it'd work?"

"i think," lamb says, reaching over to set the pump in his lap, "if we use this, you could work your cock in me," teasing a finger down the dark line of hair on his stomach, "and i could feel you cum in me. would you like that?"

j'gar leans forward until his forehead meets lamb's shoulder, nods, nods, nods against her. a laugh bubbles in her throat, and her hands find j'gar's jaw, fingers ghosting over the wispy stubble there. he feels them press a kiss to his head.

"let's get you ready then, huh?"

"want you'a do it," mumbles j'gar, mouthing his tusks against their arm. "i like when you do it."

"you gotta sit up then, jay," lamb says.

"mm, fine."

he goes easily, leaning back on his hands again. he spreads his thighs back out. lamb crawls over the bed to sit next to him, cuddling up against his side. her chest is soft on his arm. then he grabs the glass cylinder of the pump, lines it up over j'gar's dick. his open thighs make it easy to fit it over him, the flared base of it flush against his skin.

the tubing drapes over his leg. the handle of it balances on lamb's knee. she keeps a hand on the cylinder so it doesn't slip off of him and pulls on the handle.

that's always weird. there's a pressure and j'gar watches as his dick swells an inch up the tube. the suction pulls the foreskin back. and it just stays like that. holds his cock up and on display without any stimulation. lamb tugs lighter on the handle and his cock fills another inch.

"no pain?" lamb asks.

"ah, no, hon. good. i'm good."

"let me know if it hurts."

lamb only holds the suction for a few minutes, maybe. it's hard to tell. it feels like ages. he's hard and he can't touch, can't do anything about it. then lamb presses something on the tubing and the pressure releases with a hiss of air. his dick relaxes back, not much bigger than before. she doesn't pull the handle again right away, instead just holding it in a lazy grip while he peppers j'gar's shoulder in kisses.

"so," lamb says softly. the pressure hikes again. "you were thinking about fucking me?"

gods, right. j'gar ducks his head with a bashful laugh. "yeah, it wasn't nothin' special, i was just makin' you feel good."

"you like making me feel good."

"'course," says j'gar. he winces a little when lamb pulls an inch more; the pressure relaxes quickly. "i can make myself feel good whenever. wanna make you feel good always."

"you do, sweetheart. you're so good to me. how were you fucking me? hmm?"

"you were ridin' me. i usually-" j'gar laughs. "i usually give myself a big dick 'cause i- you know i like stretchin' you open."

"you do," lamb says, voice curled with something. teasing, almost. he pulls the handle. "anything else?"

"nah, i just- y'always make me stop for a bit. usually i still getta stay in you, you jus' tell me i can't move."

"oh. oh, i like that. fantasy me has some good ideas. like if we were just sitting on the couch reading and you kept your cock warm in me so i'd be all ready for you when i want you to fuck me?"

j'gar groans. "lamb," he pleads.

"we could even keep you plugged up too, hmm? my good boy?" lamb lets go of the glass and it stays suctioned on; she traces the rim of it, then lower. "or i get you all nice and close, then after you make me cum on your cock, i could blow you?"

"gods, honey- i-"

the pressure eases off. the cylinder stays on, though. his cock doesn't shrink back to its normal size; it drops a little, not held up, but it stays thick. fills up the base of the pump and an inch or two up. he's too swollen for the pump to fall off. j'gar groans, head lulling back.

"little more, jay," lamb says, "i want you just a little bigger, then you can fuck me."

"lamb, 'm so hard already. you don't- can i just jerk off for a second?"

"no, come on, you can do it. you're being so good for me."

lamb pumps him again. he feels his cock sucked again, that weird, aching pull. he can't touch himself, even if he wanted to. there's thin but solid glass in the way, keeping him hard and aching.

"oh, jay, look at you. look, hon," lamb croons.

dizzy, j'gar picks his head up. his mind feels fuzzy, blurry at the edges.

the pump is suctioned hard on his cock. he fills up half the cylinder, squashed against the walls. gods. j'gar whimpers. his dick twitches in the tube and that's.

oh. oh god.

lamb pulls the handle just an bit more. fuck. his cock twitches again. not just some transferred thing from his hole clenching.

fuck, fuck, fuck. his breath stutters.

"lamb, sweetheart, i- please. i'm good. i'm ready. please? can i make you feel good?" j'gar begs, resting his head on lamb's at his shoulder.

the pressure drops. his cock relaxes but he fills up a little over a quarter of the cylinder. lamb eases the pump off of him with a slick sound and- oh.

fuck. he has a dick. small, still, but it's. all the hair can't hide it now. it stands up eager, aching. the head alone is- j'gar makes a sound low in his throat. he's at least three times bigger. his foreskin doesn't cover the head, too pulled back from how hard he is.

lamb croons against his side. her fingers are already slick when she frames his cock with her thumb and index, stroking the foreskin over the shaft. that little touch sparks electric up his spine, sensitivity ratched up. j'gar can't help it; whimpering, he rocks his hips into it. his head lulls back, arousal fuzzy at the base of his skull.

"lamb- ah, fuck, you-" he groans, voice a rumble in his throat. "g- gimme a second."

"you're so good, my good boy," lamb says, smearing a kiss to his jaw. but she lets him go, sits up from her slouch. "you catch your breath. i'll get ready."

a flinch lingering in his hips, j'gar lowers himself to lean against the headboard. he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. his cock throbs with his pulse and the sheets beneath him are damp with sweat and slick. he could just rut himself against his hand and cum and it would be so good, but.

but no. no, he wants to fuck lamb. lamb wants to get fucked, and j'gar is good and he's so hard and fuck fuck fuck his dick is so big. his next breath out is a whine.

"you good, jay?" lamb says gently.

"yeah- yeah. fuck. can i-?"

"you have to come here then."

lamb doesn't need to ask twice. j'gar scrambles to his knees. lamb is lying on his back with his knees bent, feet flat on the bed. there are two pillow under his hips. he lifts his legs once j'gar shuffles in closer, bites down a moan when j'gar grips his thighs and presses his knees up to his chest. it opens lamb up so well, spreads their pussy out so he's on display, wetness dribbling down his ass.

fuck. lamb got off on pumping his dick.

"how's the angle look?" asks lamb, blush growing across her cheeks. "another pillow, or one less?"

"ah, lemme see," j'gar says.

it's different without the harness. j'gar nudges forward until he can kneel with his hips flush against lamb's ass, pressing them into position. that does something; lamb's breath hitches and his hole clenches around nothing. oh. that's.

adjusting his grip under her knees, he spreads lamb's thighs farther and pushes her knees down towards the bed. and she goes easily with a soft sound, that flush blossoming up their chest. their pussy spasms again and j'gar's dick is right there; he can't help rutting against them, all warm and soft and wet, curling over as pleasure twists low in his gut.

"you feel so hard," lamb says, almost awestruck. he doesn't move - maybe can't, with j'gar's weight on him - just lets j'gar grind desperately against him. "you must have to cum so bad. but you'd stop if i told you to. do i tell you to stop?"

"no, please, darlin', i- fuck, i'm tryin', i'm- can- can you hold your legs up, please? i need a hand." god, he sounds so needy, whimper curling his voice.

"of course. slow down a little, okay? come on. i know you want to cum, but you'll feel so much better with your cock in me."

"okay. okay."

lamb's right. j'gar's breath stutters, but he stops, hips pressed flush to lamb's. trying to settle, think past the cotton in his head, he closes his eyes.

lamb's hands slide over his own, and then she's holding herself open for him. okay. he's better. j'gar opens his eyes, lets himself admire his husband for just a second. they can't keep their legs quite as close to the bed as he could, but it helps.

j'gar's fingers tremble as he pulls up on his dick. lines himself up more carefully instead of blinding rubbing himself off on them. when he rocks his hips forward- oh. oh. keeping his cock angled up with his fingers, j'gar fucks lamb in earnest. he's not deep, he knows that, tries not to let it eat at him; he can feel his dick slip against lamb's rim and then in, just enough that he aches. feels the wet slide of it, feels the needy little way lamb's pussy flutters around him.

"lamb, lamb, sweet- sweetheart, f- fuck, fuck, you feel so good. can- do you-"

"come on," lamb coaxes, so sweet. "come on, j'gar, my good boy. oh- oh, you're so good at fucking me. you want to cum for me? fill me up?"

"fuck-" j'gar's loses his rhythm, grinding mindlessly into lamb's hole. he groans, repositions his dick to try and fuck in deeper. "can- can you feel me?"

"yeah- yes- oh, that's it, that's it, come on, darling, cum inside me. you're so close, so close," lamb breathes.

"fuck, fuck, fuck-"

champagne bubbles burst down his spine, shimmering in his hips, his cock. distantly, he can feel lamb trying to rock up to meet him, but she has no leverage; it just convulses his rim around his dick like he's trying to pull him deeper. their pussy on his dick; not a toy, not his fingers, not his tongue; his real cock, hard and hot and pumped up just so he can fuck lamb how she wants.

oh. there it is. there it is. all at once, overwhelming, that fuzzy feeling peaks. his nerves sing with it. a moan catches in his throat, stuttering around nonsense sounds shaped like /lamb, lamb, lamb/. his thrusts hiccup and jump as his dick pulses against lamb. /in/ lamb.

lamb's voice is hazy, incredulous and aching. "fuck, j'gar, i can feel you cumming."

/fuck/. he's floating, feels like he's floating. j'gar ruts into him until the ache slows, slows. the need lessens with his pulse. sweetness suffused through every inch of him, j'gar curls over lamb, letting go of his cock and pulling out with a small, wet sound. laughing breathlessly, he braces himself on lamb's thighs.

"fuck, honey," j'gar laughs.

"you did so good," says lamb dazedly, voice curled around a smile, "my good boy."

"did you- fuck. did you cum?"

"no, but oh, nothing- you did wonderfully, fucked me so well. i just couldn't really touch my clit like that. oh, you were so good."

"oh, darlin', i can't have that. not after i got to fuck you like that. can i take care'a you?" j'gar asks, shuffling his knees back to lower himself, hands still holding lamb's thighs.

lamb looks at him with impossibly dark eyes. "gods, j'gar, yes," she breathes.

"tha's my girl," j'gar croons.

he lets go of lamb's legs to let him drape them over his shoulders, keep him down where they need him. she relaxes into it with a sigh, a little jumpy flinch and a mumble about pins and needles. that's cute.

j'gar needs no preamble; he stuffs three fingers in lamb's hole, delighting as he quivers around them, and sucks his clit like honey into his mouth. their hands find his hair quickly, tangling in the curls and tugging him how they want him.

gloriously, it doesn't take long. she's already so wet from his dick; j'gar feels the needy twitch of his pussy quickly. they're so easy for him.

lamb comes undone on his fingers and tongue with a strangled half-noise, heels digging into his back. and that's so good, so good. feeling her spasm and clench around his fingers, there's something better about it now, knowing how they feel on his cock. j'gar coaxes him through it, crooking his fingers as he fucks them in gentle, swirling his tongue over the little head of his dick.

the hands in his hair tighten and pull after a few heartbeats; lamb pulls him off of his clit with a whimper. "too much, jay, ease up a little," she gasps.

"lemme clean you up at least," j'gar says.

"be gentle."

"i got you, sweetheart, no worries."

he doesn't tease. doesn't try to rile lamb up more or push them over the edge again. he curls his fingers as he draws them out, shiny and wet with a string of slick connecting them. pride shivers down his back; lamb got so wet all for him. but he needs to focus. come on. j'gar flattens his tongue in a broad stripe up the seam of him, tastes himself on lamb's hole and that's so good.

lamb hums a sweet little sigh and shifts her hips. the hands in his hair let him go to trace down his jaw, clutch his face and pull him up. j'gar goes easily, willingly, affection a warm ache in his chest. when lamb drags him for a kiss, that's just as good. his tusks get in the way but lamb never minds. they just smile against his mouth.

"good mornin'," j'gar says with a laugh. lamb's lips tickle his.

lamb laughs too, breathless. "good morning. what are- j'gar, don't say pussy - what are we doing for breakfast?"

[eddiemunsonhotgf]

Eddie pulling you away from behind his concert and making out with you and he doesn't mean for it to go as far as it does, but one moment you two are kissing and the next you are bent over one of the speakers and he's fucking you

oh he would sooo do this ! he just sees you as a groupie at first but he can't keep his eyes off you, there's something really endearing ab you, he can't figure out :(

as the groupie you are of course you were close to the stage, good thing is you didn't even have to wait outside, even if you arrived late to the gig, there would still be room for you in the front line. let's say they were still pretty underground (to put it in the nicest way possible !). you weren't going to lie, you did your make up and tried to portray what you thought his type would be. a really (i mean really) tight low cut t-shirt. giving him the best view he could think of, with your cute pink lacy pastel bra showing a bit ^.^ you tried your best at doing your eyeliner, which didn't even look as bad as you thought it did ! the bartender complimenting how cool it was ! and of course loads of coats of mascara. enough to not make them look clumpy.

when he comes to the stage you can't help but get lost with his guitar solos, really focusing on how his fingers played with every chord and how fast he was able to switch in between them. he noticed of course. out of all of the people, there u were ! looking like a lost little lamb :( you didn't fit into the profile of viewers and crowd he would usually get. old men, drunk men, lost men not knowing what to do with their lives so they just get drunk in the closest bar they can... men.

you waited outside after the gig finished, more specifically in the behind-area of the bar.

you finally see him, nd all the band come out the back door.

building enough courage, you make a little shout "eddie! eddie munson!"

everyone turned around and looked at you. after the gig eddie talked to his bandmates about some girl in the crowd, they figured it was you and decided to all go to his van due to fatigue. eddie promised he would come back soon ! he even gave them the keys 2 wait for him.

he was such a nice gentleman. asking about your life cuz he genuinely seemed interested :( asking ab hobbies, what other music did you listen to ! etc etc

as quick as a flash, you both were making out. it all happened so fast :( your whimpers got the worse of him. growing hard with every little noise you made. groping your ass and pretty tits while he sucked on your neck, leaving a few marks. the low cut shirt wasn't helping neither ! with your bra peeking out. he couldn't get enough of u !

it was freezing cold outside and he noticed. your shivering, & goosebumps all over your pretty skin. "wna go inside, doll?"

and that's how u both end up fucking. you bent over one of those big speakers. lucky you, the owner of the bar forgot to close the back doors that one night which made possible your fantasy of being fucked on stage.

"what a good fucking girl. making a mess over the speaker. wish these speakers were wired in so i could put a microphone over your mouth n everyone wld know who's making you make those pretty noises you do with that pretty little mouth of yours. r u gna cum? be a good groupie. cum hard on my cock. just like that." :(

(i hate this so much arragghedj :!:!:! i'm so sorry this was rly rushed :( mhmm)

[inviouswriting]

Oral Fixation

DNI if you are a minor this is a smut, none of my blog is safe for minors. Please respect my wishes.

Simeon smut 

Simeon x fem!reader

Warnings below the cut.

Oral sex, grinding, vibrators bullet and cock ring, condoms, bodysuit on men, and blindfolds. Female vaginal sex

Simeon feels warmth run down his back, you had gotten him into a heated state of mind. A few kisses turned heavier and soon enough you had coaxed the angel to lean back against his headboard, and you rid him of his pants. You cast your gaze upwards to Simeon’s face, he’s already blushing when your hands brush over the cloth covering his cock. His unique under clothing with the black top and it having a sleeve for his dick.

You walk your fingers over it, watching how he comes to life under the faintest touch. Your angel keeps his gaze to the side, too embarrassed to look you in your eyes when you have his penis under your palm rubbing slowly. 

Simeon feels you mess with the sleeve on him, finding the opening at the very end to expose the head. Once you see the faint pink end you press your lips to it in a soft kiss, feeling it twitch. The sheath accents the rest of his shaft nicely, the black compresses right and you focus teasing the plush head with little rubs of your fingers on it.

You admire the way Simeon covers his face shy and embarrassed to have you look at him so closely. Small sighs escape him when he feels you begin to stroke his erection fully.

“Love? Can I have kisses before you put your mouth on me?” Simeon says is softly, and you don’t deny him this, you are on your hands and knees to lean forward to kiss him. Simeon returns the kiss eagerly, his arms winding around you, his hips pushing up to your hand as you pump his dick, thumb sweeping over the very edges of the tip. 

A moan between the kiss when your thumb trails down to rub along the underside, he’s being driven insane and now he wants to feel you around him. You deepen the kiss pressing your tongue against his lips to have him part his mouth for you. Your hand leaves his erection to hug him tightly, and earn an appreciative hum out of him.

Soon you part from the kiss to give him a loving kiss to his cheek. You wanted to indulge in your angel now. You kiss a path from his jaw and down his chest admiring the way the black of his top fits to his form. The high slits in the sides till you are in front of what you really want to see.

You smooth down the black fabric around his cock, to press your mouth to the head, sweeping your tongue around the tip. A subtle jolt of his hips at the touch of your tongue lavishing his skin and sigh out of him. You drag your tongue from underneath the head to over the tip to down where skin meets fabric. You ignore the feel of the fabric against your tongue in favor of the twitch you feel and moan drawn out of your angel. 

Hands go into your hair to push you down to get your mouth around his aching dick. You playfully swat his hands off and busy yourself into kissing the shaft, listening to quiet swears under his breath. He felt like he was going to burst with the way you tease the slit at the tip just small flicks against it. He doesn’t dare cast his eyes down to see you. 

“Simeon~” His name sounds foreign to himself, blue eyes look down, and you laugh when pink flushes across his face. Simeon sees you with letting his cock rest on the flat of your tongue, you giving him such a haughty stare that he almost loses it there. You feel the throb on your tongue, and you draw him back into your mouth to suck on the tip listening to the way Simeon groans out for more.

“Lamb... please... I’m going crazy... I...” He trails off when you take more into your mouth to suck on him, tugging the soaked cloth around his shaft down to expose more skin to your tongue. The twitching under your tongue is more wilder and a throb can be felt, you pull your mouth off to look up at Simeon.

“Hmm.. don’t cum yet my angel.” His eyes regard you pleading to let him cum. He doesn’t know if he can hold back, not when you rub circles around the glands.

“I... don’t think I can stop myself.” He admits, turning his gaze away.

“Try to. I’ll think of a devilish little punishment if you don’t prevent it.” It is tempting to see what you have in store for him. He bites his bottom lip and holds himself back. You lower your gaze to the pulsing dick in your hand as you tease it. 

“My good angel.” Simeon soaks up the praise, you even rub his thigh before carefully pushing down the rest of the fabric on his shaft to the base of his dick leaving it as the name is a sheath for his cock. You tug aside part of the crotch from his balls to expose them. You hum happily when you cup them in one hand to roll them in it. 

Simeon’s eyes fall close at feeling your hand touch the sac and tend to them like his penis. The soft touch and delicate squeeze, you feel them heavy and tense with the need to cum.

“You seem pent up, how long has it been since you touched yourself?” Dark skin of his cheeks flushes pink again. He nibbles on his bottom lip thinking about your question and how to answer you.

“It’s been three days...” You lower your face to the side of his shaft to rub your cheek against it, enjoying the feel of the soft skin yet hardness. You tilt your head down to kiss one side of the delicate sac you keep fondling, holding one spot to suck on it.

“Only three days? Are you being honest? You know you can touch yourself more.” You pry a little, he feels like he is back in heavens when you give attention to the other side of his balls sucking on it.

“I... am honest.... I prefer to do it with you...” You feel a sense of pride well in your chest at his words. You look up at him and rest your head on his thigh, letting his cock press against your cheek, a smear of precum dots close to your lips.

“Is that so? Well I shouldn’t keep you from feeling relief then. You must be “very” pent up. How would you like to cum? in my mouth, on my face? or...” You sit up to reach over into his nightstand. Reaching for a set of condoms, you pluck one from the rest to hold up.

“Or in one of these?” Simeon is given so many options, but there is one place he rather cum inside.

“Um... inside your mouth... then I’d love to be inside you please...” Simeon sees you smirk a little up at him.

“Ask me properly where, I might let you.” His face is darker as he gazes to the side again.

“Look at me to say it love angel.” Simeon meets your gaze, seeing the way his cock rests against your cheek, how you press kisses along the shaft, while the palm of your hand rubs at the tip in very slow circles.

“I want to be inside you, and cum inside you.” Mortified at saying it, Simeon pleads you with his eyes, you only give the tip of his cock a kiss.

“Inside where? I have three places after all.” You trace your tongue from the base of his cock where the cloth meets skin, up to the tip beading and streaming with precum.

“Lamb... my lamb.. please...” You enjoy the embarrassment a little, teasing him in such a way.

“Please what~?” Simeon watches you take all of him into your mouth, to suck on him, he thrusts his hips to your mouth when you bob your head as you swallow him down to the back of your throat.

“Ah... please.. love.. I need to be inside your pussy... I want to cum there...” He hides his face in his hands at saying it. He asks so sweetly that you almost don’t have the heart to deny him his need. 

“You will in a bit my angel. Let me have my fun, then I will make sure you cum as much as you want wherever you want.” You can see him pouting already at being denied where he wants right now. He wants to be inside now, you affectionately give the tip of his cock a kiss before sitting up. You reach for the condoms you had grabbed, and take one from the packaging to begin to fit it onto Simeon. 

You hear a mild sigh at it, but also reach for something else in a remote bullet vibrator. With the condom you fit the vibrator snug against the tip of Simeon’s dick. You don’t glance up at him until it is in place and the rest of the protection is snug at the base. 

When you do look up to your angel’s face his eyes are wide and pleading you to have mercy on him. A mercy you only give a wicked smile to and turn on the vibrator to watch his head be tossed back and his hands going to his sheets to grip and moan out.

“Now, Simeon, do your best to not cum. I’ll reward you for being good.” You coo up to him. Simeon lets a whine come out of him at the mindless vibrations against him. His eyes shut tight in concentration, and you watch the spectacle before you of an angel trying hard to please you.

You see him move a hand down to grip himself and you swat his hand off.

“Don’t touch.” You admire the way he fidgets, his legs twitching down to his toes curling. His chest heaving harder in labored breath to abide by your wishes to not cum, little beads of sweat on his forehead as his brows furrow together in concentration.

He’s exhilarating to watch lose that calm composure, you move to sit on one of his legs, letting his knee bump against your folds you grind down against it. You know what would happen if you sit on his face or hands. He’d be obedient in pleasing you till you are too exhausted to keep going. You do lean down to lie on top of him, pushing the vibrator against his dick to his belly you situate yourself to move from grinding his thigh to pressing your pussy against both the vibrator and him. 

“Lamb.. please... it’s almost too much.” You kiss the side of his face as you simply lay on him, giving him loving kisses along his face. 

“Your mind must be pretty hazy, you’re leaking pretty heavy too. Feeling good my angel?” You card fingers through his hair, Simeon turns his head to the sensation and peeks at you through half-lidded eyes, an almost permanent dusting of pink on his face from enduring the feel of the vibrator against him, but also your heat on his waist. He even moves his hips to try and get stimulation to you smiling when you emit a small gasp at the vibrator brushing your clit.

“I feel amazin.. plees.. I need.... you on me...” Frustrated tears dot the edges of his eyes. His words are leaving him, you just need to give him a few more pushes. You sit back on his thighs, and hear him sigh again missing your weight. You reach between you both to grip his dick to adjust the vibrator directly at the top of his dick. 

Simeon’s hands go to your waist, you feel him grip a bit harder than he intended. You forgive him with a few more kisses on his forehead watching him screw his eyes shut again. He’s holding back for you, he’s beautiful to watch in bliss like this. You can see how much his cock strains with holding in cum, how you can’t wait to milk him of it all. You even reach a hand down to roll his balls again giving him a little relief in your touch as he shakes under the sensations you are making him feel.

“Okay, My Angel. You can cum.” You oblige his wants and remove the condom and vibrator from his cock. You line him to your folds and waste no time sinking down onto him. He sighs and it is almost instant for him nearly dribbling out small. You instead feel hands go to your waist and feel Simeon dig his fingers into the plush of your ass to pull you down onto him.

Simeon is wild, he moves to pin you on your back, and bring your legs to be tucked in between you as he thrusts hard into you. You see it in his eyes, the devilish gleam to his bright eyes. He can feel how drenched you are as you leak your own fluids from each plunge of his dick. You ignore the sound of skin against skin, you love it when he’s like this as he usually lasts a few hours instead of a few minutes.

You lay your head back onto the mattress underneath; Simeon tilts his head to meet you for a needed kiss. You let him have full range to delve his tongue deep into your mouth. He’s too frenzied to think clearly except how good you feel underneath him, and around him. 

Simeon tugs your waist underneath to give himself a better angle into you, the small shift does something and your vision goes white while your hands go into his hair to tug at it. Your angel focuses on your face and sees the blind pleasure across it. He aims for this spot again and has to take your hands into his own to keep you from pulling his hair out. 

He exploits this spot till you are as frenzied as he is, seeking out deep kisses, hands tangling in hair, tugging it and threatening to pull it. You both ignore the outside world in favor of just blind bliss with each other. That is until you recall one more thing to tease your angel with.

“Simeon! Stop for a moment please! Nothing wrong, just a break please!” Simeon is quick to pull back and look at you, wide eyed at possibly doing something you didn’t like. You lean up to kiss him, and urge him off of you. He’s almost reluctant to pull from you, but when he does you move back to the bedside table to tug out another toy you two have used before. 

Simeon eyes you as you hold up a vibrating ring, then smiles at what it means for him, that you’re giving him permission to go full out on you. He sits back enough and you fit the ring around the base of his cock. You turn it onto a setting you both enjoy with a pulse sensation.

You also see him quick to shed the bodysuit he had been wearing. It had gotten annoying on his skin and you don’t argue, you want to feel his skin against yours uninhibited.

“Okay, my angel, come back to me?” You open your arms for him, and he eagerly crawls into them. Simeon lines himself to your opening again to push in. You sigh at the feel of the stretch along with the face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Simeon more than loving the vibrations around his base, while thrusting wildly into you.

It wasn’t going to be much longer till you get the sight of him you are after. The single sight that belongs to you alone. You card your fingers into his hair, listening to his sighs as he murmurs “I love you’s” into your shoulder. All sensations he feels amplified thanks to the toy introduced.

Simeon raises his head soon enough to look you in the eye pleading for relief, such a cute expression for an angel, dark pink cheeks while panting, wild eyes and lip trembling from being overstimulated.

“What’s the matter my angel?” You press your forehead to his as he picks up pace. Simeon’s mind is hazy like he had drank too much demonus, except it is that pure feeling he gets when he loves you so much. Heart full and his arms wind around your waist to pull it to his own to get you into that angle again that made you have the same expression.

When you gasp and shudder underneath him, he found it, you are both frenzied again, this time with completion in mind. You teased your angel enough, and he wasn’t going to stop this time unless you really demanded a stop. Simeon’s hands grip your waist, tugging you into each thrust he makes, drawing a whimper from you.

Against your ear you can hear him murmuring under his breath little demands for you to “cum” he wants to feel you squeeze him tight, to feel you shake and squirt against his lap.

You hold off as long as you could till one good aim sends you undone, and your nails rake down his back causing a groan out of him and a punishing pace of thrusts into you. The harder thrusts do it for you, accompanied by the mild glare for scratching his back to hard, he’ll have to wear a shirt for a few days.

Simeon forgives you when he feels that familiar tightness, as you clench around him and he buries himself deep into you. You feel yourself let go and his mind gives to the rush down his spine that ends with him filling you. You pull him down to meet you for a needful kiss. You ride out the sensations you feel and hug him tight as much as he does with you.

Simeon lays on top of you, burying his face into your chest, and you calmly run your fingers through his hair to comfort him through the emotions he is feeling. From being satisfied, overwhelmed, full of love, and enjoying the softness of your skin. You feel him move enough to pull from inside, and moves to lay along side of you. Your hands go down to remove the ring around him, and carefully drop it off the side of the bed.

Simeon tugs you closer to him, while scooting down so he can rest his head on your chest, listening to your steadying heartbeat. Normally you’d both scramble to the shower following one of these romps, but for now you soak up the attention of each others comfort. He’ll move you both soon.

“I love my angel.” You say and hear a happy hum. 

“And I love you.” He’s soft and you take advantage of rubbing his back to sooth the scratches you left on it.

“I want to do this again in morning... can we?” Simeon casts a blue eye up to you, and you nod, it’s rare for him to want to initiate asking for it, he usually lets it happen. 

“We should rest then so we can have energy. Is Luke and Solomon going to be out?” You wonder, and he scoots up to kiss your face.

“Shopping duty, we’ll have half the day to ourselves.” You ruffle his hair and he retaliates with biting gently on your shoulder.

“ You’re sending them on Michael’s errands aren’t you.” 

“I might be. But I rarely get time with you that isn’t hidden and I’d love to hear you scream my name instead of whimpering it.” You indulge him when he has that wistful look to his eyes, it was hard hiding the relationship at times, when you can see he wants nothing more to indulge in all his fantasies. He’d love to one day show off to the others, he has you all of you.

“I know Simeon, I’ll indulge you and let you have your ways.” You tease him with a poke on a shoulder. Simeon reaches over to the nightstand to turn off the light and pulls you into his side to keep warm. 

You can hear the gentle satisfied sigh leave him as he settles into sleep, and keeps his arms wrapped around you loose.

[sombreboy]

the alpha⇢hybrid!pjm

⤍18+ ⤍pairing: wolf!hybrid Jimin x human!female reader ⤍genre: pwp smut, hybrid, stranger fuck ⤍word count: 8.5k ⤍warnings: sub!y/n, dom!pjm, profanity, drinking, blowjob, jimin’s compliment kink knows no bounds, he calls you little lamb a lot, degdrading names, unprotected sex, creampie/knotting, light impreg kink, mating, rough fucking, licking, torrential downpour of cum.

A/N: Co-written with lovely @ppersonna​ as an rp. ♡

So why were you dressed up like a bitch in heat, entering the exact club you tried so hard to avoid? Because, deep down, it’s all you wanted. You knew that deep down you desired someone strong and powerful, someone superior to you, to take and claim you as their own—their plaything.

The city never sleeps. A saying that has been true for the past century, and it remains true til this day, where humans and hybrids now coexist as equals. Well, as equal as it gets. Hybrids were a superior species with their mixed genetics, gaining attributes from said animals that they have in them. Whether it be stronger bodies, beautiful patterns and physical alterations– they were seen as the greater species. But yet humans managed to keep up, somewhat. It wasn’t that much different. Park Jimin is one of those hybrids. His genetics were intertwined with that of a white wolf, giving his hair a bright blonde color. However, he had it dyed not too long ago, so the color was instead a washed out purple mixed into his blonde curls. His irises were a bright orange, pupils as black as the leather jacket and pants he wore. One wouldn’t think he looked terribly intimidating at a first glance, but his stare could make anybody feel a shiver run down their spine from the sheer intensity of it.

He was the alpha, after all.

Jimin spent every single night at a nightclub that was famous specifically for being dominated by the predatory hybrids. Lions, tigers, snakes, foxes… Wolves. Jimin’s pack was the hybrids that people came for most of the time.For what, you may ask? To get thoroughly fucked without mercy, of course. But that was only possible if you caught their interest, or you’d have to settle for the snake.

Jimin’s pack consisted of three other wolf hybrids… Hoseok, the beta. Which practically means he’s one rank below Jimin, who is the leader. The other two hybrids are Namjoon and Yoongi, who are one rank below Hoseok, making them the deltas. They don’t care, they are content to just follow along with what their leader says, but are often given their own choice to do however they please either way. Together, they form quite the diverse group, and they were notorious and alluring for newcomers and common faces.

Jimin loved it, the dark, crowded underground venue, flashing lights, alcohol… And humans. More often than not, only hybrid women came by. Rich ones. Easy to spot. But what truly had the wolf riled up, was when a human would stumble in. Their scent was an entirely different game. He allowed his pack to separate, but never going too far as they headed to find their own prey for the night, while Jimin himself remained still, leaning against the bar counter with a pink, sugary drink in his hand, straw tightly pressed between his plushy, glossy lips.

It was time to hunt.

~

You weren’t sure what came over you—what drew you to the idea of leaving your cozy and safe, structured life and entering the dark unknown. The nightclub was somewhere you previously steered clear of, even crossed the street to avoid being next to it when walking by. It was decidedly not your scene, and the idea of the strong, intuitive hybrids sent a chill down your spine.

So why were you dressed up like a bitch in heat, entering the exact club you tried so hard to avoid? Because, deep down, it’s all you wanted. You stayed away from it like a drug. You knew the moment you gave in, you’d sink down the black hole into utter depravity. You knew that deep down you desired someone strong and powerful, someone superior to you, to take and claim you as their own—their plaything. It was hard to be confident in such a stifling environment. Your tight little crop top covered only the barest of your modesty, and the tight skirt accentuated your curves. The confidence you felt in the mirror of your apartment soon dissipated as you walked into the loud club. You could feel the hungry stares, the intense eyes of all the men and women in the place.

You didn’t know who or what you were looking for—rather, hoping they would find you instead. You craved the idea of giving up your power, your control to someone who could hold it over you and force you into submission. The thought made your core burn with need. The bartender slid your simple cocktail towards you with a wink as you settled into the stool awkwardly, trying to appear much stronger than the scared little human you were. You knew they all could smell it on you—the mixture of fear and arousal. So many of them approached you, attempted to charm their way inside you, but none of them felt right. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe you should have stayed home. You can’t help but feel a burn of shame and disappointment as you chug your drink as quickly as you can to make a desperate dash towards the door.

Your nervous eyes skittered around the room, watched as each ravenous alpha eye-fucked you. It was terrifying, intimidating. It cemented just how wrong you were to come here, until— he came into view. Your breath nearly collapsed in your lungs as you took in the vision of the lavender haired man. He was gorgeous. Not just attractive but ethereal in his visage. Your pupils dilated, heart rate increased as you stared at him. You were blatant in your gaze, unable to wrench your eyes elsewhere. He was simply the most captivating man you’ve ever seen in your life, and your body burned with desperate need for him. After moments of desperate staring, you finally shake yourself off and peer down at your empty drink. Was it him? What was so magnetic about the lithe man? Could he be the one to finally claim what you needed to give up? Your cheeks burned with a mixture of shame and need, hoping that he didn’t notice your blatant ogling. Fuck.

Jimin’s fiery gaze flickered to meet yours the very second he felt your eyes on him, straw still tightly sucked between his lips. He crooked a coy eyebrow at you as he pushed himself up from his leaning position to stand upright, no hesitation in his bones in the way he slowly sauntered over to you. His hips swayed in a light strut, mesmerizing in every sense of the word; the predatory genes within giving him these very traits to be alluring for it’s prey. And it seemed to be working, with the way your eyes were glued on him. He stopped when he was right in front of you, giving just enough space for him to be able to observe your fit from top to bottom, but close enough for you to smell his distinct scent. Sweet, calming– arousing. His natural pheromones didn’t leave anybody unaffected, even turning heads on his way, eyes wide with both surprise and envy that the alpha had approached… well, you. “How refreshing with a new face.” Jimin’s canary voice was sweet, yet it had an undertone of a light growl. His canines poked out as he smiled, plush upper lip curling up to showcase his pearly whites further.

Your blush furthered a deeper shade of rose as he approached. Fuck. He definitely saw you staring. The power in his gaze and strut over to you screamed alpha. Hopefully he wasn’t the kind to bite and then ask questions. You’d unfortunately run into that type before.

The blood in your veins pulsed hard, skyrocketing your nerves. He looked so good. It was almost unfair that someone so fucking beautiful existed. You felt small and plain in comparison to the gorgeous man. His whole being exuded sultry command. You nibbled at your bottom lip as he sauntered up to you. Your body was reacting already to his presence, his voice. The entire club was staring at you, curious of the exchange that would happen between the exquisite man and you, the nervous little human. “I-,” you struggled to answer. If he wasn’t aware of how nervous you were before, he would be now—surely. “I don’t really come to these types of places.”

Try as you might, you couldn’t stop staring at the man’s gorgeous pout and terrifyingly attractive teeth. Your heart beat pounded hard in your head, overpowering the loud beat of music.

“D-do you come here often?” You asked, hoping to be polite despite the pooling arousal and growing fear.

Jimin’s smile slowly morphed into a wolfish grin, the apple of his cheeks puffing up until his eyes were shaped like small crescent moons. He almost looked harmless and inviting. “Cute…” he mused under his breath before he took a daring step closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently run his fingers through the piece of stray hair that had fallen forward over your face. He brought the locks to his nose, inhaling deeply. A low rumble vibrated in his chest.. You smelled divine. Even through the shampoo and possible product, he could smell your scent behind it all. “Yeah, I come here, every. single. night…” Jimin winked before withdrawing his hand to let it settle on his hip, his stance powerful and graceful. His dark pupils quivered when he raked down your body for a second time, the wolf ears sticking out from his hair flickering with curiosity. “Why are you here, little lamb?” He cooes at you, licking his upper teeth as he steps closer. He had no problem hearing you through the booming music, but how would you know? It gave him more of an excuse to get closer. “Looking like that?” Of course he knew why. He could smell why. But it was of no news that Jimin loved to play with his prey, ramp up the anxiety until he could practically taste it on his tongue.

Your heart thumped so loud in your chest you were sure all of the club could hear it. If they couldn’t, they definitely could smell the thrum of anxiety pulsing through you. His voice sizzled in your veins, erupting into flames as it enveloped you. Then, he touched you. The simple act of moving your hair had your mind reeling. You could smell him—he was so close you wanted to bury your face in his chest and breathe deeply. His question caught you off guard. Why were you here? Did you even know the answer to that? Your cherry cheeks flushed and you ducked your head, trying to avoid his sultry and tempting gaze. He continued to get closer and it made you tremble with a mix of fright and need. His power was overwhelming, and all you wanted to do was kneel for him.

“I’m—…not quite sure,” you spoke truthfully as you took another sip of your rapidly melting drink. “I’ve never been here before. I think I wanted something… scary.” Your big doe eyes sought out his, so mystifying with their exotic color and shape. He was truly so gorgeous it made your mouth salivate. You squirmed in your seat, suddenly feeling self conscious of your outfit. “My friend told me I should wear something sexy.” Your cheeks were so hot, so embarrassed by how easily you wanted to give into the terrifyingly attractive alpha. “I’m wondering if maybe this was a bad idea…”

 Although the music around them was blaring, it felt like a long moment of silence dragged on between the two when Jimin didn’t answer for a hot second. He kept his stare fixed on your face, the small expressions of embarrassment, curiosity, and purity drew him in. He’s truly never encountered a human like you before. One that dared to come here despite being so… weak. It was like you were begging to be eaten, dangling like a fresh piece of the finest meat in front of all these hungry predators. Jimin could hear it, the rumbling growls and groans of men in the room, hoping that the alpha wolf would lose interest and leave a piece for them to get a taste.

“Scary?” He suddenly chirped, his smile more of a smirk at this point as he placed his drink on the bar counter, ice jumping in the glass from the harsh clonk. He bent forward to shamelessly brush his cheek against yours, a subtle way of rubbing his scent off on your skin, knowing it’d avert some of the attention around him– he’s already begun to claim you for himself. His hot breath fanned your ear as he spoke.

“I can smell your lust for fear, little lamb… Do I scare you?” Jimin’s hand softly snaked down the curve of your hip, smoothing his ring-clad fingers down your thigh until he was greeted by your scorching skin. He squeezed the flesh between his digits, cold rings digging into your thigh as he exhaled another hot, quivering breath against your neck, loving the way your scent was slowly mixing with his own.

The man’s simple action of brushing his cheek against your own had your body seizing up. You could smell him as he rubbed his soft skin on yours—a heady mix of something fruity and something naturally luscious. It embarrassed you to know how arousing his simple act had been. You chided yourself internally for feeling your body heat at his gentle action. You licked your lips as he whispered hot words into your ear, making a tingle travel down your spine.

“Y-yes,” you murmured. “You scare me more than anyone h-here.” His hands gripping your thigh made a quiet moan escape your lips. It was desperate. You felt overstimulated and yet so desperate to be touched by the terrifying alpha. Suddenly feeling emboldened, your hands gripped at his sides, slipping under his expensive shirt to touch at the toned skin of his obliques and anchoring yourself to him there.

Jimin’s hand flew down to wrap his fingers around your small wrist, blunt nails digging into your soft skin. His hand on your thigh swiftly withdrew, and the loss of his warmth had you internally whining for more. “Did I say you could touch me?” His voice wasn’t hostile, yet it oozed with the asserting of his dominance. “You’re a daring girl.” He smiles at you, the contrast between his hungry gaze and his softly curved lips was confusing to say the least– but there was no doubt that he was not the kind to simply allow anything without permission.

The alpha’s sudden movement and grip on your hand made you squeal with fright—eyes widening and heart stopping its beat in your chest. Your mouth ran dry. Your terror coursed through you with the distinct tang of need. His dominance made you even more desperate. “I’m sorry,” you peeped quietly, itching to move your fingers away in case it angered him further but also needing to feel his tender skin underneath you once more. “I didn’t mean—..” you stuttered as you felt brave enough to peer up in his enchanting eyes. His smile was comforting but the hungry gaze in his stare had you trembling. Jimin cupped your cheek, hushing you with reassurance– although he seemed way too amused with the way you were practically shaking underneath his touch.

“Breathe. We’re all here to have a good time.” He smoothed the pad of his thumb across your lower lip, noting just how dry it had become. He decided to order another set of drinks, handing one to you that was the same pink shade as the one he got for himself. “Drink.” He didn’t ask, but he commanded you to accept his offer.

You were powerless to deny any demand the man made. Even if he had asked, you’d still be eating out of the palm of his hand like a terrified and starved pet. His thumb on your lips made you ache to open and accept his digit in your mouth, swirl your tongue around it teasingly. Your eyes sought his—hoping you could portray some of the arousal you felt over your innocent fright. You took a sip—a large one in hopes of lowering your frightened inhibitions to open up more to the beautiful man. “Mmm—,” you hummed as your eyes fluttered to close. “This is delicious.” It was sweet on your tongue, but not cloyingly. It warmed you and made your body loose.

“It’s my favorite.” Jimin agreed, already half way through his own. The entire time he kept his eyes trained on your lips, the darkening color on your cheeks from the heat that both alcohol and his proximity provided. When finished, he stretched his back with a light pop, the shirt he’s wearing underneath the jacket lifting just enough for the prominent V-line that snaked down his pants teasingly on display. His visuals were unmatched. He took off his jacket, leaving it unattended by the counter. No one would dare to touch it anyway, the leather oozing of his distinct scent. Only somebody with a death wish would. He combed his fingers through his hair, licking his lower lip clean form the residue sugar from this drink. His ears perked up when the lights dimmed further, and a new song came into play, booming through the speakers that caused a pleasant vibration to pulse through the building.

“I love this song.” Jimin reached for your arm to tug you out of the chair with him towards the crowded dance floor. As per usual, there was no question of whether you wanted to or not, but with a few drinks, and his intoxicating presence, it didn’t seem too bad. For Jimin, this was just part of his foreplay. He brought you into the crowd, tightly packed with all kinds of scents and musks. But the only one he could smell was yours, slowly morphing with his own as he placed his hands on your hips from behind, nose brushing against your neck as he inhaled. “Feel that? The beat?” He growled into your ear, swaying his hips along with the way he moved yours back and forth.

The music, once quiet and unassuming to you, now became loud and matched the beat of your heart. The alpha was dragging you towards the dance floor and in the midst of the hungry crowd, staring at you from where they rubbed up against each other. Just as you were trying to understand where to move, how to adjust your body to the dance, he pressed himself up behind you and gripped your hips. You could feel your pulse running through your veins and the way his touch electrified your skin. “Y-yeah,” you murmured as your hips began to move without thought. They easily swayed with the man’s guidance and you shivered as his nose pressed into your neck. It was like he couldn’t get enough of your scent, your being. The man’s hyper fixation on you had your core drenched—and you knew he could likely smell just how aroused for him you were. You let your eyes close and follow his guiding hold on your body, your ass pressing back against him to rub and grind along his length. It seemed the alphas drink was bringing you ever so gently out of your shell. “Mmm, I feel the beat right here.”

“Fuck, you smell good…” Jimin growled into your ear, his claw-like grip on your hips tightening to keep you in place as he pressed his hips right back against your ass, his cock prominent through the thin layer of his leather pants. It pulsed with every beat of his heart, it was driving him near insanity to practically taste your arousal on his tongue along with the overwhelming smell. “You’re dripping, aren’t you?” He huffed, tastefully biting your earlobe as one hand smoothed down your thigh to tug at the hem of your dress, unbothered to the fact that other hybrids were spying on them. He wanted them to see the way he got to have you, and they don’t. The way you were oozing with lust for the alpha, the pungent arousal of yours surely drove not just Jimin feral, but every single hybrid in the venue. And no one could say a fucking thing.

It was hard to hold back the peeps of surprise and arousal as you felt the alpha’s growing cock against you. Your body instinctively continued to rub and further agitate the hardening length to fully erect. When you felt his hands on you, your body reacted. You knew your cunt was oozing, likely soaking the satin panties underneath your tight skirt and soon to drip down your leg in a sign of utter submission and need to the alpha behind you. “Y-yes,” you whined. “I n-need you.” The admittance was shameless–the alcohol and lowered inhibitions making it easier for you to admit your desires to the man without regret. You could sense that he was showing you off and you complied, allowed the man to present you to everyone in the club who stared with bloodlust for you. “Please,” you gasped, not quite sure of what you were asking for other than him–more him. “Please, take me.”

Jimins wolfish grin grew against your skin before he swiftly grabbed you by your wrist to pull you with him, guiding the two of you towards privacy. Normally, he’d take his prey to the back, or even home… but there was an urgency within him that was too strong to ignore, there was no time– he needed to claim you now. So he pulled you into the bathroom close by, slamming your back against the wall with a thud the moment the door closed behind you. His heavy breaths were laced with small grunts as he crashed his pillowy lips against yours, hands greedily peeling the skirt of your dress up to expose your ass for him to harshly grab onto, squeezing the soft flesh between his ring clad fingers until it protruded between his digits, sharp nails digging into your delicate skin. “Fuck, you drive me crazy, little lamb.” Jimin hisses between hot kisses, the vibrating growl in his chest growing louder as he bites down on your lower lip to draw more innocent whines from your sweet throat. “Every single male in there wishes they could mate with you, shit… the male pheromones were off the roof, they’re all gonna jerk off to the memory of this–” one of his hands cupped your pussy through your soaked panties, dragging his palm to feel the damp fabric stain his skin. “Of how delicious your cunt smells… it’s like a fucking drug.”

Your eyes widened as the strong and sensual man dragged you from the dance floor to the bathroom. The same terror that once pulled through you now flooded every sense. Had you done something wrong? Was he going to harm you? Your worries were sucked up the second he pressed his lips to yours hungrily. Kissing him was like standing too close to a fire. He was hot, so hot, and before you knew it, you’d be engulfed in his hot, licking flames. His hands felt like palpable sin in your flesh and you needed more. “Please,” you whimpered as his hands cupped at your core. You knew you were a mess—dripping with shameless need for the alpha. The kisses turned deeper as you allowed his tongue entrance into your mouth and sought purchase in his own. Your hands stayed by your sides, itching to touch him but remembering his previous warning. “Please, let me touch you. Anywhere.” It felt like you were dying and the only cure was him—any bit of him on you and underneath your fingertips. “Ahh—,” you whined as his hand continued his assault on your cunt. “It’s a-all for you. I don’t want anyone else, only you.”

Jimin’s auburn gaze glowed as he pulled back from the kiss, his pointy canines poking out as he smiled. “You want to touch me?” He purred as he pressed your body harder back against the wall with his own, gliding the pads of his fingers up and down your clothed slit until he feels the swell of your clit through your panties, only to give it extra attention by circling his digits with just enough pressure. Not enough to satisfy, but not enough to not drive you crazy. “You don’t get to touch me until I say so… But don’t worry, good behavior will be rewarded.” Jimin added with his lighter tone of voice, leaning in to nudge your chin to the side with his nose– like a dog would. He softly grazes the skin of your neck with his nose, lips; a deep inhale through his nostrils triggered a vibrating rumble in his throat, and a prominent, heavy throb in his pants. “We’re not in a rush.” He whispered against your neck before placing open mouthed kisses down your skin until he reached the slope of your neck, feeling as his cock grew harder– the more aggressive his kisses became. From soft pecks, to messy sucking, surely painting your delicate skin with splashes of purple.

Feeling the man all over your body and being denied to touch was maddening, but deliciously so. His fingers dipped into your slit and teased so delicately that you thought you might cry if he didn’t give you something soon. Your moans turned into desperate whines and gasps as you allowed him to continue his thorough torture of your clit. Kissing him felt like sin, like heaven and hell. He was everything you wanted—everything you sought after when you stepped foot into the very club you now were being thoroughly debauched in. His cock felt heavy and thick against you and it made you whisper against his lips in arousal and desperation. He trailed down your body and you let out a shaky moan as you felt his sharp incisors suckle and nip at the delicate skin. “Use me,” you begged gently. “P-Please, make me yours.”

Your hips ground against his, rubbing against his hardened length as much as you could to alleviate the burn between your thighs. “Fuck, I want you so bad, please sir.”

“Such a good girl, asking so nicely.” Jimin’s low voice resembled a mix between his natural voice and a growl, the raspyness of it forcing a chill running down your spine, reminding you that he was indeed not human, but a hungry predator. Which is exactly what he was– well, it’s a part of him he only indulges in on nights like these, in a place like this. Who he was outside of these walls, nobody truly knew. His fingers curled around the fabrics of your panties to swiftly rip them off, carelessly discarding them to the dirty floor. Now exposed, your scent was stronger than ever. He shamelessly inhaled through his nose, eyes fluttering in pleasure, feeling the droplets of precum staining his swollen tip underneath the restraining pants.

“Still reconsidering whether coming here was a good or bad idea?” He asks through his breathy voice as he pulled back to look at your needy expression, all while his hands casually reach down to undo his pants, slowly peeling the leather down his hips. His cock sprung up proudly, drooling with arousal down his glistening skin, a content sigh pushing past his plushy lips. “Hm? You like it?” Jimin’s piercing gaze flickered between his cock and your face, grabbing the shaft with his hand. “Want a taste? All you have to do is drop to your knees on the filthy floor…”

Everything about the man radiated power. He mystified you. He even looked beautiful, gorgeous rather, under the harsh fluorescent lights. You were sure you would follow him off the edge of a cliff if he told you to. You didn’t know his name but you didn’t need to, he had you between his delicate fingers. Your breath hitched as he ripped your soaked panties off your body. The cool air of the bathroom was startling against your heated cunt. It made you gasp out loud. “I-I think it was a good idea,” you gulped. Your eyes were big, pleading and needy as you peered into his own. He had you completely under his spell.

Your mouth watered as the man pushed his skintight pants down and exposed his length to you. It was perfect. Thick and long and curved just right that made your core ache for him. You dropped to your knees without hesitation, ignoring the way the wet floor felt against your body. The floor was disgusting but nothing would stop you from pleasing the alpha. You shimmied your skirt up your body, allowing your bare ass and cunt to be exposed to the open air as you knelt before him.

“Please.” The word was becoming your prayer, repeated to the god above you to grant you your blessings. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue—an obedient little dog in heat. You wanted nothing more than to take him in your mouth without warning but you knew now to wait. You wanted to please the alpha so badly.

Jimin’s eyes darkened immensely at the gorgeous view beneath him, the fiery color of his irises barely visible for they were practically blackened out. If there was something the alpha adored, it was to look down on his prey, being begged to use them as he pleased. You were the perfect plaything for him. “So pretty.” He cooed, a small smile curling up on his upper lip to expose his pointy teeth. He gave his cock a few lazy strokes, his other hand gently combing through your hair before he abruptly curls his fingers to tug at it. He drew you in closer to his red, dripping length as he kept stroking it, eyes not even blinking once as he stared down at you. “Can’t wait to pump you full of my cum… Fuck, such a slut for my cock already.” His words grew filthier the more aroused he became. His patience ran low, so he guided the tip of his drooling cock to your lips, tugging your hair to draw you even closer to take his length down your throat. “Only good girls can take it all. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Come on…”

The intensity of the alphas gaze made you shiver on the sodden ground and you could tell your cunt was dripping, likely even dripping down onto the very same floor. The bite of pain in your hair stung as he gripped you, but it sizzled and burned until it added to the overall sensation and made your nipples harden in delight. You breathed in deep, steeling yourself as his length came closer. His salacious words made you tremble and ooze with excitement. You wanted nothing more than to be a vessel, a hole for him to wrench pleasure from. His length was warm and dripping with precum. It felt so thick and heavy on your tongue as he continued to push it in. You audibly moaned as you felt it push past your uvula. He was so thick and tasted like salt and sweetness. You let your lips close and wrap around him as you took him to the hilt. You flicked your eyes up to him, shining with tears of strain from the thickness choking your throat. You wanted to prove how good you were, how well you could take him.

After a moment of holding his length as deep as it could go, you pulled back slightly to begin a bobbing motion as you sucked greedily on his cock. Saliva pooled around your lips as you drew him in and out, and the sounds you made sucking could be heard over the thumping of the bar music. You wanted to prove yourself to the alpha, show him you could be more than just a one time type of girl. You wanted him to claim you forever.

“Oh, fuck yes…” Jimin’s pillowy lips parted in initial surprise, but quickly he bit back his low groan as it rumbled in his chest. He knew you were needy, but he didn’t expect you to be so greedy to suck him off. And being so good at it on top of being eager to please– it was oddly new. Normally, every past experience of his was not like this, but more like him doing every piece of the work for a ragdoll, so watching you work his cock so willingly, attentive to his own reactions and pleasure in a different way…. It hit something in him that only riled him up further than anybody had ever done previously.

“Deeper. Gag on it, make it messy.” His chest heaved up and down heavily, deep huffs through his nose displaying just how good he feels in between the low moans, no shame in showcasing how good it feels. He presses his back against the wall, craning his neck to get a good look of the way your lips stretched around his thick shaft. “I can hear your cunt dripping… Can scent it, god, it smells divine. Your insides must be aching for me.” He murmurs as he drives his hips forward a bit rougher to meet your movements, eager to feel your throat constrict around him when he hits too far down your throat. “Coat your fingers in your juices, little lamb. Show me.”

The praise made you preen, and even more desperate to prove your worth to the man. His cock was so big inside your mouth it was hard to keep yourself from gagging, but you worked against it and continued to suck and slurp down his length. You obeyed every order, and slicked him up until your mouth was squelching with saliva around him and it dripped from your face like a tap. You whined around his length as you obeyed, keeping up a pace as you buried a hand down to your exposed core. You nearly gasped at the feeling. You were absolutely soaked and dripping with anticipation. Your fingers swirled in the wetness and coated you easily. You desperately wanted to touch your clit and play with yourself to bring you to your own end but you knew now it was better to wait for his instruction.

While maintaining your eager pace and swirling tongue, you lifted your dripping fingers from your cunt and presented them to the man above you, eyes still trained on his own in utter submission.

Jimin’s eyes quivered at the sight, pupils shrinking as he zeroes in on the glossy sheen on your fingers. His cock twitched in your mouth once, twice before he decided that he’d been patient enough… He could not wait any longer to claim you as his own. He pushed his palm against your forehead until his length was ripped from your throat, drool and precum dribbling down your chin. A long string of the juices seeped down his cock, another piece of it connected to your lips. It was an absolute mess, just the way he liked it.

“Up.” He growled, but before you were even able to obey his orders on your own, he pulled you up by your wrist, bringing the very coated fingers of yours into his mouth. All while maintaining eye contact, his swollen, pink lips eagerly sucked your arousal clean from your digits, swirling his skillful, rough tongue. Around, in between… He refused to let a single drop go to waste. “Mm..” he hummed when he let go of your fingers with a pop of his lips, the small smirk in the corners of his mouth widening. A light thudding sound caught your attention from behind him, his fluffy, white tail wagging in excitement, hitting the wall with every whip. “It’s a bit hot… Take my jacket off.” He suddenly asks, but his sweet tone was deceptive with the underlying command luring in his predatory gaze. He turns around, lowering his shoulders to allow you to easily slide the leather off, his tail playfully brushing against your thighs.

You nearly whined as Jimin forced you away from his cock—not wanting to remove yourself from the thick length that fit so perfectly in your drooling mouth. But the whine is cut short by his demand to stand and as he sucks your fingers into his mouth you nearly forget everything else around you. “A-ah, fuck,” you breathed—pupils dilating at the sight of the gorgeous man sucking your juices off your delicate fingers. Your cunt pulsated around nothing, so desperate for his thick cock now that the arousal has dripped down the insides of your thighs. “Yes sir,” you whispered as your fingers found the edges of his jacket and pulled it off his body. His tail makes your eyes widen as the soft fur brushes against your legs. You’ve never been with a hybrid before, never been with an alpha hybrid at that, and you’re eager to learn just how he differs in other ways. You couldn’t help but marvel at the muscles on the lithe man. He’s thin, but built and you found you’re desperate to lick up the defined lines of his abs. “You’re so p-pretty,” you whispered without knowing it escaped you, marveling at the gorgeous man.

Jimin’s tail trembled with more excitement at the praise, oddly enough. He’s been called many things. Sexy, scary, hot, alluring… Pretty? He liked it.

“Yeah?” he breathes out a small chuckle through his nose, pressing his lips together in thought. He shook his head to get rid of his mind wandering too far, instead back to indulging in the moment– focused on the aching throb between his legs. Jimin pulls his shirt over his head to expose his full torso, the tattoo on his ribs on clear display along with the faded, scattered scars adorning his skin in the form of striped, claw like patterns. Now with his body freed from the cage that is fabrics, he didn’t waste another second to grab you by the hips, turn you around to face away from him, and immediately push you forward to force you to use the sink as leverage. The large, dirty mirror on the wall stared back at you, clear enough for you to see the two of you in this sinful moment.

“You’re pretty too. A pretty slut, about to get her pretty little cunt stretched so bad you’ll be ruined for any other male.” Jimin’s canine adorned smile grew as he stared you down through the reflection in the mirror, grasp on your hips moving to the flesh of your ass. His foot kicks your feet apart, forcing you to stand wider and spread for him. A quick glance down and he already sees just how wet and dripping your cunt was. He pushed the head of his cock against your slit, coating it with your juices before gently rocking forward, not going inside, instead just rubbing between your swollen lips.

“So pretty,” you murmured as your eyes washed over him. Your mouth ran dry as he pulled his shirt off and exposed himself to the hard light of the bathroom. He looked like sin incarnate and your body ached to touch. Your fingertips lightly trailed the skin of his abs, grazing over the tattoo with the faintest touch. The cold sink countertop felt like ice against your chest, still heaving with need as the man prepped your body for his entrance. “Please ruin me, alpha,” you begged, peering into his own gaze through the reflection of the mirror. Your knees and legs trembled as he teased his cock against your desperate slit. “Mark me as yours, please. I only want you.” His cock felt so thick even at the entrance, prodding and poking through your sodden folds. A moan wrenched through your lips as it pushed against your clit and slicked with your own arousal.

“Fuck me, please!” The teasing was near torture and you were desperate, pushing your hips back lightly to encourage the man to slip in and ruin you completely.

With lips closed, he smiled, eyebrows raising your desperation. It was almost mocking, yet pleased with just how desperate you were for him. Your initial fear seemed replaced with utter submission and desire to be his. “We’ve only been in here for minutes and you’re already pathetically wet.” As he spoke, his hips snapped forward to grant your one and only wish, filling your soppy hole with his fleshy, rigid cock. He had no desire to ease you into the stretch from his generous girth, immediately pulling back until merely the tip was engulfed by your cunt before drilling back into you with another squelching thrust. “Tight… no other cock must have ever stretched you this well, huh? Fuck..” He bites down his abused lower lip, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he had to gather himself. The scent you emitted was incredibly strong, intoxicating to his mind. It was like a high he’s never experienced before, and he knew he was already a lost cause to the addiction that is you.

The feeling of the alpha’s cock filling you completely was unparalleled. You’d never felt something within you so deep, never been stretched so far past your breaking point—and unable to care about the tearing pain. The pleasure outweighed the sizzling burn of pain. He was merciless and your whimpering moans echoed around the damp bathroom. “I—ohhhh fuck,” you gasped as he pushed into you yet again, spearing you nearly in half. It was as if you could feel him deep in your stomach, and you never wanted him to leave your soaked cunt. He was claiming his territory with each torturous thrust inside you that made your throat burn for more. “Only you,” you whimpered as his thrusts became merciless and powerful. “All y-yours now. Oh, god, so good,” you praised. You learned the beautiful man thrived on praise as much as you did on the dominant commands. Your hips moved in time with his powerful purses and the sound of skin slapping on skin filled the small room. “Oh my god, sir,” you cried as fat tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks. “You make me feel so good. I only want your c-cock inside me forever.” You knew now you would be hopelessly tied to the man, and you desperately ached for him to claim you as his own. “P-please, mark me as yours, alpha.”

The low, vibrating growl that rumbled throughout Jimin’s body would have anybody’s fight or flight instincts kicking in– the latter the most logical response from anyone within their right mind. His powerful thrusts were beyond that of what a human was capable of, the skin on your ass bruising with every loud, harsh collision of your bodies. “Only me?” he snarled through a wolfish grin, lips parting in a moan when your cunt clenched around his length. His sharp, claw like nails drew blood as they dug deep into the fleshy part of your waistline, moving your body like a ragdoll to meet his thrusts, your own attempts at doing so barely noticeable. “You want to be my little cockwhore?” Jimin leaned forward, hovering above you as he pressed his chest against your back, the grip on your waist moving to wrap around your torso with one arm, the other clawing at your jaw, forcing you to stare into the reflection in front of you. He keeps you tightly in place, feeling the way your body jiggles and jolts while he fucked into you with insatiable greed. “The alpha’s bitch?” His fiery eyes meet yours through the reflection, his toothy smile growing. He inches closer to drag his flattened tongue up your cheek, a coating of messy saliva dripping down your sweaty skin. Claiming you in every sense of the word.

The man claimed you roughly, making your throat rip with a desperate and wanton moan. His cock was pushing into your cunt deeper than anyone’s ever gone before, harder and with purpose. It was as if the man wanted to fuse your bodies together, become one. You certainly wanted it. His hands on your skin felt hot, feverish. You wanted him to touch you everywhere, at any time he could. You were hopeless addicted now. “Please,” you cried as the tears of pleasure poured from your face. “Claim this cunt as yours. I’m only yours!” You could feel your bliss piquing, building up to the impossible precipice. You whined as you watched your reflection. Your makeup smeared down your face with your sweat and tears. His fingers held your jaw tightly and your cunt pulsed around his heavy cock at the sight. You could see his heavy and thick length spearing into you and retracting smeared in your juices. Something inside you tells you it’s what you want to see for the rest of your life—only his cock ruining you and coaxing torrential orgasms out of you. “Yes! Breed me like the bitch in heat I am!” You cried out loud, no longer caring about your volume. Everyone in the bar could hear your desperate screams for the alpha and it only made you wetter, more aching for the man. “Fill me up with your seed, alpha! I need it, please! Cum inside me!”

The perked wolf ears adorning Jimin’s head flickered with his excitement, pointed forward to make sure he soaks up every little sound you make for him. You were so loud, shamelessly letting every hybrid in the building know just how good the alpha makes you feel. ‘Breed me.’ The words stuck to him, replaying in his mind whilst stuffing you with his cock over and over, the mix of your arousal and his precum dripping down into a puddle at the filthy bathroom floor. He wrapped his arms around your torso, holding you close as his thrusts changed pace. Still filled with greed and force, but no longer pulling back as much, instead keeping his cock lodged deep inside of you whilst prodding as deep inside of you as he possibly can. Jimin’s cock was on the verge of bursting inside of you, and instinctively he possessively sunk his teeth into the tender skin of your shoulder, shutting his eyes harshly. But just as quickly, his eyes opened back up, staring with wide eyes into the mirror when something he did not expect happened. He knew this was it, there was no going back. With one last, harsh thrust, he stilled his movements abruptly, heavy breathing down your neck as he kept you tightly in place– in case you would panic. “Gonna fill you up with my cum.. Put my little pups inside of you- fuck…” He growled into your skin, gnashing his teeth together. His cock grew inside of you, and he was physically unable to remove himself.

Whether it was intentional or not.. His body had chosen to breed you– to mate with you. “Mine.” He whined, and with that, his cock began to desperately pulsate inside of you as he disposed of his warm cum in heavy, pattern-like gushes. Like a volcano erupting, it didn’t stop, but he kept cumming, holding his hands on your stomach as he felt it start to lightly bulge from the amounts he was able to offer. “Gah…. shit… Look at you.” He could barely hold his voice stable, legs quivering, body twitching with every throb of his rigid length, still snugly wrapped by your cum-stuffed flesh.

Nothing in the world, in your life, has ever felt better than the way the alpha felt as he fucked into you. You barely knew the man, and yet you wanted nothing more than to give yourself over to him for as long as he wanted. You found yourself wanting to surrender your life to him. You felt safe in the security of his arms. As if you were always meant to find him, to be here with him. It didn’t matter that he had you in a damp bathroom, you would have him anyway and place. Your orgasm quickly approached, winding up and throttling you over the edge as your cunt convulsed around him. Your channels tightened and milked him, and you sobbed at the wave of pleasure creating over you.

“Yours,” you whined as your bodies stilled. His cock enlarged inside you, making your eyes widen and whimper as your hands clutched at his arms wrapped around you. You needed to touch him, stabilize yourself as your core widens to accept him and your tummy bulges from the amount of cum he pulses into you. It’s hot, and warm and you can feel it coating your walls thick. Your breathing was rapid, coming down from your high and the minor fright from having his cock widen and remain locked within you as he came.

“So big,” you whispered as a tear rolled down your cheek. “H-hurts… But I can take it. I’ll take it for you.” Your head lolls back and rests on his shoulder, allowing your body to relax around the feeling of his swollen knot. “Anything for you,” you murmured, as if you were in a daze. Your hands held on to his slender arms for support and reassurance, hoping desperately you pleased the alpha enough to keep you forever. “D-did I do okay?” You asked once, quiet as a mouse. Your confidence was quickly diminishing now that your orgasm subsided and your anxieties returned.

Jimin takes a long moment to catch his breath and collect himself, still holding you in his arms as if he never wanted to let you go in the first place. And truthfully, he doesn’t want to. Doesn’t have to…

“You did so well, little lamb.” He purrs as he places a, surprisingly, gentle kiss with his pillowy lips against your clammy temple. His hands roam down to smooth his palms over the swell of your stomach, reassuring you that this indeed did please him to the max.

After another few minutes, his length finally went back to its original size, immediately feeling his cum seep out your hole. He pulls out, and the flood of his cum splattered against the floor. But it didn’t seem to faze him at all, instead his attention was set on you, feeling your stomach deflate with each passing second. He turned you around to face him, brushing the damp strand of hair away from your eyes as his features seemed to display nothing but gentle affection, his eyes almost disappearing into thin slits as he smiled. His tail wagged happily, and he decided to bring you in for a chaste kiss on the lips.

“My mate.” he breathes out as if it was a relief to finally have you. And it was, he’d been looking for somebody that would be his true mate for life, but believed he would simply be a lone wolf for eternity. But then you came along, as if destiny had thrown you (or rather, your friend threw you) into this place at this time, like a piece of meat for the alpha to claim.

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The Waters of March: Part Two

The Sun Also Rises Masterlist

Hehe, oopsies for the wait but it's here!

There is some smutttt, and plenty of tension and feels in this one. Ugh thanks to y'all so much for the love and support for this story, I have so many PLANS for this installment it's ridiculous.

Length: 5.8k

Summary: You and Viktor spend some time with your friends and prepare for the upcoming party. How will you handle having to hide your relationship?

Chapter Two: The Heart of Man

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

-Vincent Van Gogh

The evening had turned around rather quickly, half filled glasses dotted the table and the hearty aroma of spiced lamb wafted through the air. Your frustrations melted into easy conversation. It was hard to stay angry for long when you were surrounded by the people you loved. Laughter filled your ears as Jayce recounted his first impressions of Viktor.

“He was kind of an ass, there I was watching my life’s work crumble… and he called me egotistical.”

“You signed every page Jayce, as if anyone else would have been able to decipher your notes at all.”

“Okay, put the claws away boys- it’s time for presents!” Cait clapped excitedly.

You glanced around the room in confusion as everybody proffered their own little gifts of different shapes and sizes, all eyes landing to you.

“For me? You guys really didn’t have to do that,” you looked down shyly.

If you were being honest with yourself, you did love getting presents. Oftentimes when out in the market, you would see something that reminded you of one of your friends and buy it- just because you knew it would make them smile. So when you got a gift, it sent a little roll of warmth through your chest knowing someone else was thinking of you.

“Ah- yes, but we did so you are required to accept them,” Viktor shrugged before heading towards the kitchen with an armful of dirty plates.

You accepted a long rectangular box from Caitlin first- it was expertly wrapped and suspiciously light. As you peeled off the shiny paper, she had the most gleeful look of anticipation on her face.

Nestled in a soft bed of tissue paper sat the most expensive-looking piece of lingerie you’d ever seen. Ethereal pink material held together by delicate straps and cascades of sheer fabric. You were quiet for a moment, trailing your fingers through the soft slip reverently.

“It's beautiful,” you smiled at Cait earnestly. “Thank you.”

“You should probably try it on for me- just to make sure it fits,” she winked playfully.

“We both know that is not necessary, I gave you her measurements,” Viktor interjected, sending Cait a look of exasperation.

“Woah, where did you get that,” Jayce asked with poorly concealed interest- leaning over to peer into the box.

“Textiles district, around the corner from that place with the ties you like.”

“Huh, good to know,” Jayce reached under his chair, offering you a thin square package- haphazardly wrapped in brown paper. “This one’s from me, it’s uh- not as fancy as Cait’s.”

“Don’t say that, it’s perfect,” you admonished, smiling at the large amount of tape covering the parcel.

“You haven’t even opened it yet,” he argued.

“Yeah but it’s from you so I love it already,” your words sent a light flush to Jayce’s cheeks.

Peeling your way through the tape, you felt something smooth and solid beneath your fingertips. Sliding it out of the paper, you were met with the sight of your own eyes smiling back at you. Tucked inside a wooden frame sat a detailed drawing of you and Viktor.

He must have sketched it in the lab one day… Viktor stood over your shoulder, casually leaning into his cane- long fingers pointing out something on the pages as you softly smiled up at him. You were in awe, Jayce had captured every detail with aching perfection.

Setting it carefully on the table, you wrapped Jayce up in a tight hug. “It’s perfect, I love it,” you told him softly.

“S’no big deal,” he shrugged bashfully.

You felt Viktor slide into the wooden bench seat next to you, in one hand a lush bouquet of hydrangeas and in the other… what is that?

“I may have forgone the wrapping,” a small smile played on his lips as you accepted the offering from his hand. A smooth leather bound notebook, filled with thick and sturdy pages- much like the ones he and Jayce used for their research. Much to your amusement, you noticed a single bee embossed on the cover.

Viktor saw your focus was on the small detail. “Er- you know it is because…”

“-Because you’re my honey?” you snorted fondly, loving that little pink tinge dusting his ears.

“He is kind of like a sweet little bee isn’t he,” Jayce snickered from across the table, letting out a huff as Cait threw an elbow into his ribs.

The little scuffle brought a smile to your face, you were lucky. You had a family- they were odd and loud, occasionally argumentative… and wholeheartedly yours.

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“Remember when we used to tell ourselves we were just friends then slept in the same bed together every night?”

You smiled at the memory, watching steam curl across the water’s surface as you felt Viktor’s chest rumble with a soft laugh.

“I recall the days when my worst concerns were accidentally grinding against you in my sleep,” his voice sounded near your ear, spindly legs bracketing your hips- long arms wrapping around to pull you back against his chest.

“Oh that definitely happened,” you said, turning around slightly to send him a grin

“Eh- I cannot be too embarrassed, it led me here after all.”

You tipped your head back, nudging playfully at his jawline with your nose before scraping your teeth against his neck.

Viktor loved the way you touched him, with a constant undercurrent of playfulness. As if you were excitedly remembering all over again how much he welcomed your affection. Sometimes it was sexual, other times you just needed to feel his skin beneath your own- it was always somewhat… primal. Your body spoke with bites and licks- scratches or nuzzles, so uninhibited by convention it was animalistic.

He loved that about you as well, an animal of his own howling in pleasure. Reveling in the notion that every way you understood how to touch you learned because you touched him- and no one else.

Turning you in the circle of his arms, Viktor nudged your legs- urging them to straddle his own. Your palms dropped to his chest, and he reached up to cup your neck- pulling you down into a bruising kiss.

“We’re gonna get water everywhere,” you muttered against his lips.

“It is fine, we have towels-” he didn’t care about the mess, more focused on delivering sharp nips to the soft skin of your chest, meandering his way towards your pebbled nipples. You held your breath- waiting for that delicious sting of teeth. After a beat too long you looked down, only to find Viktor poised over your pink bud, smirking up at you.

“Were you expecting something?” he let out a low chuckle upon seeing your scowl, warm breath tickling at the sensitive skin surrounding your nipple.

“I hope you’re enjoying this- because once we get out of the tub your ass is mine,” you growled.

“Eh- yes I think you’ve made it abundantly clear who my… ass belongs to,” Viktor pressed his lips together tightly, holding back laughter.

“Unbelievable- you know what?” you sent him an unimpressed stare.

“What?” his grin stretched wider by the second.

“You’re a brat,” you punctuated the word with a harsh flick of water aimed at his face.

Viktor blinked at you in surprise, water dripping from the angles of his nose back into the water below. Then his eyes narrowed, there was a split second in which you admired the playful darkness of his smirk before long arms caged your body in an iron grip- sliding the both of you underwater. He released you immediately and the both of you surfaced with a loud slosh, wincing as you heard a torrent of water splash against the ceramic floor.

Letting out a huff you wiped the stray moisture from your eyes- met with the lovely sight of a carefree Viktor.

He’d been letting his hair grow recently, and now the wild curls were plastered to his head- skirting along the juncture of his neck. You heard his laughter ringing through the air, watched him reach up to brush a few damp tangles from your face.

Maybe it was that warm crinkle in the corner of his eyes, or the light reflecting those stray droplets that saturated his thick lashes- but it was like the first time you’d ever seen him all over again, and it took your breath away.

Surging forward you captured his lips in a soft kiss, a gentle push and pull of your tongues as the water settled around you. You nipped at his bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth, receiving a soft whimper in return.

At some point you’d slipped between his legs, probably when you’d gone underwater, and now you used the leverage to pull him up while sliding yourself back. He came willingly, allowing you to arrange him however you’d like until finally Viktor was settled astride your lap.

Your palms smoothed up and down his sides, thumbs rubbing circles in the divot of his hips- fingers reaching around to grab handfuls of his ass. He let out another pitched whimper, grinding forward to rub his hardened cock against the softness of your stomach.

Leaning forward you worked a trail up the valley of his chest, alternating harsh licks with loud, open mouthed kisses. Upon reaching his throat you began leaving soft nips, suckling a deep bruise onto the protrusion of his clavicle before placing a final bite to his adams apple.

The intermittent twitching of Viktor’s hips had turned into a steady grind, and you could hear the frustrated little grunts sounding through his throat- he was getting desperate.

“Hmm, help me decide,” you looked up at the ceiling- pretending to be deep in thought. “I’m not sure which are my favorite… these,” your hands once again reached around to squeeze at the fleshy globes of his ass. “Or these,” you reached up to cup the flatness of his chest- massaging rhythmically.

Viktor couldn’t help the flush that spread across his cheeks, even now you still managed to do things that made him shy. Looking down, his lidded gaze tracked your every move- seeing your puckered pout hover millimeters from his chest.

“I’m sorry, were you expecting something?” you mocked, purposefully letting out a hot puff of air over his rosy bud.

Before Viktor could come up with a suitable retort to your teeth sunk in, hard.

“A- Ah, again- bite me again,” he demanded.

You obliged, alternating back and forth between each nipple- tugging and gnawing until they were red and puffy and Viktor was practically grimacing at the hot stab of pain that blurred into pleasure.

“Oh, sweetie- looks like I ruined your pretty little nipples,” you started leaving soft licks, blowing soothing streams of cool air. Viktor squirmed, breath catching in his throat as the tingling sensation sent jolts of pleasure down his spine.

“I have an idea, you wanna try something?” you asked.

“Yes- anything,” Viktor whined, wet curls strewn messily over his forehead- leaving steady drips down his face. You leaned over the edge, reaching onto the large ledge for the bottle of sugared lemon bath oil you kept there.

“Uh- I’m fairly certain that is not good for your pH?” he quirked a brow.

“Yeah, you know all about my pH after what happened that time with the honey, aah-” Your words cut short as Viktor’s thumb pushed between your lips, knuckle rubbing across the edges of your teeth.

“Perhaps your mouth may be better occupied, no?” he questioned, a rough edge to his gaze. In lieu of attempting an answer, you sucked the digit further into your mouth- hollowing your cheeks and teasing his nailbed with your tongue.

“Ah, always so good to me- my sweet girl,” Viktor praised, feeling your legs rub together- instinctively searching for relief. “Now, I am going to remove my finger, and you will tell me what it is you’d like to try,” he waited expectantly, eventually removing his thumb after your nod of confirmation.

“Let me show you.”

You slunk further down into the soapy water, urging Viktor to sit higher up- strong hands forcing his full weight down so that he was seated on your stomach.

“Get a pump of oil,” you instructed, leaning up on your shoulders. Viktor did as you asked, mesmerized by the way your breasts breached the water’s surface- their smooth swells bobbing under his gaze.

Reaching up, you took each of his hands in your own- rubbing the slickness between them before moving his palms to cup your breasts under the water.

“I want you to get them nice and slippery, then… I want you to fuck them.”

Viktor’s eyes widened, grasp on your chest tightening. He reveled in the soft glide of his fingers, letting out a low groan of appreciation.

“You would have me use you like this?” his fingers pressed your breasts together- hips sliding forward. You nodded, fluttering your lashes coyly as you batted his hands away, using your own hands to create a channel for his pulsing cock.

“Positively obscene,” he grunted, tentatively thrusting a few times before finding a rhythm. “You are mine, yes? No one will ever have you like this,” his tone grew possessive.

“No one but you,” a low thrumm of pleasure pulsed through your body. “Doesn’t matter what anybody says, what they all think- could never let anyone touch me who wasn’t you.”

“Do you know?” he asked with a rough thrust. “When you talk like that- it makes me want to possess you, to mark you as my own for the entire world to see.” Viktor froze for a moment, gaze locked on your own- too much, too far, she’s going to think I am a lunatic…

Then you grinned at him, something feral and dark. A shiver ran down his spine, with that glint in your eyes and the messy tendrils of wet hair- you appeared as some kind of siren sent to drag him to his doom. I would let her pull me to the bottom of the sea.

“Ah- yes,” he hissed, limbs going weak as your mouth opened widely- tongue sticking out so that with each roll of hips his swollen tip rubbed against the wet muscle.

Viktor’s breaths grew labored, each heaving inhale punctuated by slaps of water hitting the floor below. “I- ah, ah, you may want to s- stop…. Ah- I am-” he moaned weakly.

“Want it on my face,” you bared your teeth at him before lunging down to suckle on the head. Viktor let out a wail, hips speeding up pace- rhythm growing erratic and stuttered as his pleasure peaked.

Opening your mouth, you let Viktor rub against the flat of your tongue- hearing a single pitched whimper before his entire body tensed above you. A salty burst of fluid landed in your throat, the rest painting across your face- sticking in your lashes, spreading along your cheeks.

Viktor landed on top of you with a huff, entire body smothering your own as his hot breath fanned over the crook of your neck. Scooting your way into a sitting position, you cradled him in your lap, soothingly stroking the matted hair at his neck.

“Hmm, you liked that?”

Viktor lifted his head to shoot you an incredulous look. “It would seem so,” he snarked.

“Made a big mess of my face,” you pouted, seeing if he would take the bait.

Knowing what you wanted, Viktor leaned forward- tongue peeking out to slowly lap across your face, cleaning his own release from your skin with gentle kitten licks.

“Satisfied?” he questioned, pulling away with a wry smile. Taking your nod as confirmation, he began to slide from your lap.

“Good, get on the ledge and spread your legs for me…”

******* ******* *******

“Okay, we’re gonna go check out the produce stalls- Mr. Gartens told me some good peaches might be coming in today.”

The early spring air still held a moist chill as the four of you rounded the last corner, reaching the recreation docks. You loved the ocean, especially in the morning- before the sun burned away the fog, when things were still shrouded and quiet.

“Then we’ll just meet you guys back here?” you questioned.

“Sounds good,” Cait agreed, setting her tackle box down on a bench before leaning over the railing to gauge the waves.

“Do not forget the rice flour, remember- you ran out last week,” Viktor reminded you, propping his pole against the wood.

“That’s right, I almost forgot-” you leaned up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Okay, bye honey we’ll be back in a bit.”

“Yeah, see you later honey,” Jayce teased.

Viktor smiled fondly as the two of you walked away, watching as Jayce wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pointed towards something, causing your frame to shake with laughter.

Some time ago, Viktor had realized he and Cait shared a similar affection for fishing. Perhaps for him it hadn’t started so much as a hobby but a survival tool. It was an interesting revelation nonetheless, and had served to cultivate their friendship past the stages of tentative amicability.

After those first few awkward outings, Viktor had realized Cait was quite easy to spend time with. Perhaps it was because Cait and himself were so used to the chaotic brightness of you and Jayce. The ever present buzz of energy that clung to the two of you like a second skin. It was nice to just… sit- to spend a bit of restorative time with someone who shared a more reserved energy.

“How did you start fishing anyways?” she asked, casting her line out into the depths below.

“As a boy, I built my own rod from garbage I’d collected in the rivers,” Viktor’s expression tightened. “There aren’t many fish to be caught in the undercity, and the ones you find aren’t usually fit for human consumption- of course that didn’t dissuade most.”

Cait ignored her line in lieu of listening closely to his every word, it wasn’t often that her lanky friend freely offered much information about his childhood.

“I began sneaking to this very dock to fish, oftentimes in the middle of the night. Until one day I was caught.”

“Caught for what? It’s a public dock?” her face twisted in confusion.

“Yes, for the citizens of Piltover, not some street rat with a makeshift fishing rod. That was… my first experience with enforcers,” he trailed off tightly, the whirring reel of his line being pulled enough indication that he was finished speaking.

“My parents are still furious,” she started. “They think I’m rebelling, that I’m only doing this to piss them off.”

“Are you?” he asked, tone more curious than judgmental in nature.

“Hah, no- if I wanted to rebel I’d become a street fighter or something.”

“Eh- you would probably do well,” a smirk ghosted his lips.

“You’re not gonna say some unhelpful shit like, at least you have a family who worries about you,” Cait sighed, blowing a stray strand of hair from her face.

“Ah- no I am not,” he looked at the line thoughtfully, fingers toying with the handle. “I think you are strong and capable of deciding for yourself what you want out of life.”

Cait’s cheeks warmed, it wasn’t often that Viktor extended compliments to others- aside from you of course. It wasn’t as if he were cold, he just wasn’t very practiced in verbalizing his affections.

“You’re holding something back,” she accused, picking up on the tenseness of his posture.

“You wish me to be completely honest?” he asked, a tinge of warning in his tone.

“You know I do,” she responded earnestly, abandoning the rod completely in favor of his carefully blank expression.

“I think… it is easy to romanticize the enforcers when you see them in Piltover. Even more so when you grow up in a house such as your own. Polished and smiling, heroically chasing down criminals, helping the elderly carry heavy bags-” Viktor gave a dry smile.

“But when you know them as I do, you cannot see them as anything short of cruel. Tell me, what did you see of the rebellion? Perhaps heroic tales of enforcers dying in tragedy, young hopefuls who never came home- all to to protect their precious homeland from the undercity scum.”

Of course she berated herself, how could she have not connected the dots before. He was a boy living in the undercity during the riots…

It was times like these that put things into perspective. Viktor was not simply her kind enigmatic scientist friend- who doted over you with aching devotion and bickered with Jayce in the lab all day. He was a man born of struggle, he had probably seen more horrors as a child than she’d experienced in lifetime.

“As a boy on the streets, I saw them as monsters, I feared them. Watched as they killed without reason or mercy- to make a statement they said, a warning against rebellion for future generations. Those who could not fight learned to run, or in my case… hide,” he met her eyes with solemn gaze.

“You must understand, what it truly means- when the day comes that you are asked to restore order. The things your fellow officers will do… they will haunt you, and despite what you may be thinking, you will not be able to stop them all.”

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t…” her face reddened with shame. She had heard a few rumors, assuming they were one-offs, anomalies. It was an entirely different thing to have Viktor, someone she counted as a dear friend, opening up to her about his experiences. The raw pain in his eyes, the old memories fresh on his tongue.

“I do not say this to be hurtful, I only wish to give you my perspective. Regardless, never forget… you do have a family who will support you, even if it is not your parents,” despite the heavy topics at hand, the smile he sent Cait was warm and encouraging.

“Thanks, for everything” she croaked out, throat feeling unusually dry.

“Of course, eh- I think you may have a bite,” he pointed towards the end of her rod, taunt line causing it to dip towards the sea below.

Viktor had meant what he’d said earlier, she was strong and capable- and he had faith that she would figure out what she wanted for herself. All he wanted was for her to find what she was looking for.

******

“Jayce”

“Hmm” he strolled next to you, looking happily at the blue sky- basking in the warm sunshine that heated his face.

Something had been on your mind, a morbid worry that just would wiggle it’s way from your thoughts.

“If I die, you’ll make sure Viktor’s okay right?”

Jayce stumbled, almost falling flat on the cobblestone- dropping the basket of peaches in the process.

“Ah- careful they’ll bruise!” you darted down to start gathering the ones that had begun to roll away. Frantically plucking peaches from the ground, you’d forgotten all about your impromptu conversation about mortality.

Jayce grabbed at your shoulders, pulling you up from the ground- forcing you to face him.

“I’m sorry, what?” he needed an immediate explanation.

“I said they’ll bruise, peaches are very delicate y’know” you mumbled, unable to meet his eyes.

“No, no, no- I don’t care about the peaches… Why did you say that?” his grip tightened, panic bleeding into his tone. “Are you dying? Y- you’re dying aren’t you?” Jayce yelled, hands raking through his hair- looking more frantic by the moment.

“Shh- no, stop causing a scene I am not dying” you hissed, shaking his shoulders.

“Oh- okay,” he let out a relieved sigh. “What’s wrong with you, why would you casually bring that up on our shopping day,” he pinned you with a glare, feeling a little foolish for completely losing his composure so quickly.

“Oh, er- well I was just thinking the other day, that if something ever happened to me… I would want you to make sure Viktor was okay,” your cheeks flushed and you felt like an idiot. What is wrong with me, he’s right- why would I casually bring this up while we’re out buying fruit.

Jayce’s expression fell flat, eyes glinting with disbelief. “You’re joking?”

“I just mean- y’know, make sure he eats and sleeps and stuff…” your voice was fragile, a nervous tightness pulling around your eyes.

“He’s not a housecat, I couldn’t just leave a trail of cookies and wait for him to come out from under the bed. If you- if something happened to you,” Jayce’s eyes grew dark, face taking on a serious tone you seldom saw. “He would never come back from it. Never.”

And what could you say? There was no arguing with that, if something ever happened to Viktor… you’d never recover either.

You reached up, cupping Jayce’s strong jaw in your hand. “It’s a good thing I’ll never die, huh?” Your joke had its desired effect, watching Jayce’s face soften into a faint smile.

“C’mon, let’s go get some paczki and see if they caught any fish,” he took the basket of peaches from your grip- setting a quick pace towards the docks.

******

Viktor was still sulking as you fastened the clip of your earrings, watching him through the mirror as he buttoned his dress shirt.

“Honey, you can’t say ‘I learned that from Jayce’ during sex and expect me not to laugh,” you chided, pressing your lips together to stifle the fresh waves of laughter stirring in your throat.

“I was simply giving credit where it is due, it’s the scientific way,” he grumbled- realizing his buttons were done asymmetrically.

“Here, let me-” you brushed his fingers aside, feeling the soft silk slide through your grip.

You’d seen the dress shirt through a shop window, and the deep burgundy had immediately reminded you of Viktor’s favorite sweater. It was lovely, a smooth button down of buttery silk. The shimmery splash of red against his creamy skin was positively mesmerizing- like watching spilled wine trickle across fresh porcelain.

He didn’t really see the appeal, to him it was a shirt- a nice shirt, but simply a shirt. Although he was certainly not complaining when you immediately dropped to your knees after watching him try it on for the first time.

Viktor sent you a grateful smile as you finished, patting his chest gently. He began tucking the shirt in and you hopped up on the ledge- using the time to appraise his lean form.

He looked delicious

The breezy silk tucked into a snug pair of black slacks, making his legs look even more indecently long- highlighting the narrow angles of his waist. You’d intentionally left the topmost button undone- collar parted just enough to let some of his sharp clavicle peek out from beneath. His freshly oiled hair glinting under the dim lights- that soft smile tugging at his plush lips as he realized you were staring.

You wanted to devour him.

Viktor’s skin prickled under your gaze, that familiar swoop of excitement from low in his stomach. He felt almost like… prey, and it was thrilling. Tonight will certainly be memorable.

Once the two of you had gotten together, it didn’t take long for him to realize how much you had been holding yourself back. You loved touching him- all the time.

He pointed it out once when you’d had your arms wrapped around him from behind, just as a fond observation. You’d asked if it bothered him, worried that you might have been too much, too clingy. Of course, he soothed your concerns easily- telling you how much he loved your affection. He simply wasn’t used to being touched so lovingly and so often

Each time you passed him a hand would reach out to nudge his shoulder, card through his hair, the occasional playful squeeze of his ass. As if it physically pained you to go long without physical contact.

It was exactly what he’d needed.

He never worried you were pulling away, never had doubts that you didn’t want him. How could he when no matter if you’d been away working for an entire day or simply went to take a shower alone, you greeted him with a kiss upon returning.

He felt…proud, because every time he reciprocated your affections you practically beamed. Especially in public, as if you were thrilled to show anyone who could see that he was yours, that he belonged to you. You made him feel as if he were something precious, something to be treasured and loved.

“You wanna know something,” you asked casually.

“What?” he regarded you suspiciously.

You beckoned him forward, taking his hand and turning it in your own- thumbs smoothing across the ridges of his knuckles teasingly.

Starting at your inner knee, you placed his palm flat against your skin before sliding it up slowly. Up past the scrunched hem of your dress, up into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Detouring outward to finally rest on the bareness of your plush hip- under your dress.

Leaving the hand there, you pulled back with a wicked grin- waiting patiently for that moment of understanding to cross his expression.

“You- you are not wearing…” Viktor threw his head back with a weak groan, grip tightening into your flesh. “Why? Why must you do this to me?”

“Well, I can’t touch you all night, but at least now every time I look at you… you’ll know-” your knuckles grazed across his parted lips lightly. “That there’s not a single thing separating us but this thin little dress.”

“You are cruel,” he accused, fingers trailing down to dip into the wetness of your core.

“Mmmm, wish we had time for that- you’ll have to wait till we get back,” you grasped his wrist- pulling it up. Leaning forward to suck the taste of yourself from his finger, watching as his gaze sharpened with want.

“How am I to attend the party like this?” he exclaimed, gesturing down to the sizeable bulge in his slacks.

“Hmm, not my problem,” you teased.

“Just as I suspected, cruel,” his fingers reached up to trail across your dipping neckline, lips twisting into a fond smile.

“Ah- there is one other thing, before we go,” he exited the bathroom and you hopped off the counter to follow.

“I had meant to give you this last night, however we became somewhat preoccupied.”

You watched him pull a small box from his nightstand, breath catching in your throat as he strode closer- the sweet licorice of his scent washing over you.

It would be a nice addition to your ensemble, he decided. A simple black dress that- now that he thought about it, the silky material was not dissimilar to that of his own shirt. It cut low on your neckline, delicate bows adorning each shoulder, serving as dainty straps- hem grazing your ankles. The shimmering material clung to your body, curves speaking for themselves under the thin covering.

You opened the box with shaky hands, heart squeezing tightly within your chest as you gazed at the contents.

A gleaming pearl, perfectly round and opalescent- set into a smooth, thin chain. You caressed the surface reverently, thinking it was the most perfect piece of jewelry you’d ever seen.

“Zoloste” you whispered thickly. “It’s perfect.”

Viktor beamed with satisfaction- plucking it from the crushed velvet before moving behind you. Frozen in place, you felt the heat of his back- the brush of his fingers swiping stray hairs from your neck. Undoing the clasp, he reached around your neck to settle the necklace, swiftly hooking it into place. His hot breath began murmuring in your ear, voice pouring out sweet and thick- like dark honey.

“Pearls are… the epitome of natural beauty. There is no need to shape them, to change them. They are given to us just as they should be, created perfect by nature- just as they are.”

Viktor laid a brief kiss to the base of your neck before turning you to face him.

“Lovely,” he murmured, eyes drawn to the lustrous pearl nestled neatly into the hollow of your throat. Leaning forward, he left a soft trail of kisses across one clavicle before moving to the other.

“Although we are meant to remain somewhat, eh- inconspicuous tonight. I wished for you to wear this as a reminder, I am yours… always.”

“I love you, always,” you grazed a gentle thumb against his sharp cheekbone.

“It will be the greatest challenge of my life,” he sighed dramatically.

“What?” you chuckled.

“Keeping my hands to myself,” he said, hands smoothing across your curves- reaching back to gently knead at your ass.

“Can I tie you up tonight?” you asked, eyes glinting with desire

“Tie me up?” he asked, head tilting in confusion. Had he misheard you?

“Yes,” you pressed forward into his chest. “Tonight, when we get home- I want to tie you to our bed, and make you cum again and again- until you’re messy and used and crying for me.”

He felt your lips brush against his, gently rubbing a bit of their red lacquer off onto his own- it was as close to marking him as you were going to get. “Over and over until you can’t take any more,” you felt his hardness twitch against your stomach, a thrill of satisfaction running through your veins.

“So, can I?” you asked again, more firmly this time.

“Yes,” he nodded frantically, feeling less than eloquent as his cock reached new levels of hardness in the confines of his slacks.

“Are you sure?” you asked with an air of indifference. “It doesn’t sound like you’re sure?”

“Yes, please- I want it, all of if,” he begged, pupils blown in desperation.

“Okay, I believe you,” you smiled, tugging his hand in your own. “Let’s go, we wouldn’t want to be late,” your voice sing-songed cheerfully, a sharp contrast from what he expected of your attitude before the party.

Might as well make the most of the night, you thought optimistically. Deciding that even if you couldn’t touch Viktor, you were going to tease him for all you were worth.

******

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