#hazy moos

[hazyy-moomoo]

okayyy but what if.. fakeboy party where a bunch of fakeboys come to a party in pretty dresses and the like. theres a strictly gendered dress code that also just so happens to outline that every woman needs their collar to be low enough to show off their boobs, but other than that everything is what you'd expect. there's nice food, everything's relatively modest, things are going great!!

that is until later into the night, where instead of the real men and their girlfriends dancing with eachother, every single fakeboy is shoved into a set of stocks, their arms and heads stuck while one by one someone lifts each and every fakeboys titties up n out of the collar of their dresses, letting them hang down, pointing at the buckets situated conveniently right underneath. by this point, all the men are allowed to fuck, breed, and milk every girl in the room that they please ^w^

it'd be beautiful, an incredible representation of the natural order, what each sex is biologically supposed to do, women making themselves presentable for the men, the men returning the favour via using the women and giving them purpose, it'd be a rebellion against all the fakeboys silly delusions that they were somehow real men, somehow capable of carrying a burden that no women could ever be put through carrying, quite a powerful statement dont u think?? :3

im just imagining chatting nicely to my group of friends about our makeup and all the cute guys at the function just to end up being fucked silly, moaning rly high pitched as one of the guys we were talking about is pumping his manly cock deep inside me and mooing as another one of the guys is tugging and teasing at my dumb teats with his manly fingers, udders spraying milk straight into the buckets,, oh fuck i think it would fix me @_@

soo.. what if??

18+, minors DNI.

[cowshapedwoman]

Thinking about how much I wanna be a hazy cowgirl on a lil farm and be taken care of by a cute farmhand,,,,

Just mooing and bring praised and milked all day, being told how much of a good cow I am~

[merakiui]

Hey Mera, a yandere concept I haven’t seen too much, but thought you might find interesting—

So there’s this character in Overlord (anime) called Demiurge. It’s heavily implied he has a farm where he’s breeding humans and Demihumans… to skin them/their children and make spell scrolls from their skin.

Bottom line? Guy has a breeding farm. Imagination filling in the blanks? Him taking his favorite little human to breed himself.

👁 👁 breeding farm is such a yummy concept. Omg imagine it with hucows…… or any sort of livestock hybrid!! Maybe [insert twst character here] owns the farm himself or is employed to look after and tend to the hucows. Something something the milking machines break one day and require maintenance, so now he has to milk you by hand. Aaaa his face is so hot the entire time and there’s a very obvious tent in his trousers because you’re making such soft little moos every time he tugs on your teats to fill buckets and bottles of fresh milk. >_< it’s even more arousing if they’ve got you strapped to a machine that fucks into you to stimulate milk production and keep you docile while he handles you.

Aaaaa he’s just so enamored with the way your eyes get so hazy with pleasure, the way you’re so soft, tits heavy and full of milk. Maybe he steals a few sips for himself. >:) and when/if he ever got the chance to breed you…… he’s too obsessed to make it romantic, and maybe you don’t even care about that. He’ll take you right there in the stables, bending you over the railing while he pounds into you recklessly, hoping you’ll get pregnant and carry his babies and get even softer than you already are now. You were made for breeding; it’s what your body’s built for, isn’t it? Not that you’d protest against this when you associate him with relief and sweetness, as he always makes sure to diligently milk you when you produce so much milk it becomes uncomfortable.

But if it isn’t hucows……. in keeping with the recent chats of aliens!!!! Alien [insert twst guy here] who maybe is emperor or ruler of his species and he keeps a human farm, where they’re raised and bred like livestock, all for various purposes. Maybe he doesn’t even visit the farm very frequently because he’s so busy, but one day he happens to do so and he sees you and that’s it. He’ll have you. Forget breeding you with other captive humans. He’s going to breed you himself and keep you full of eggs just as nature intended. :) soft human mate……… full of eggs,,,, maternal…. orz

[cutecowthing]

First Contact

[18+ only, reader is gender neutral, includes TF elements]

Finally, you were done. You had finished moving all your earthly possessions into your new home. There were still several unopened boxes left to go through, but those could wait. All you wanted to do now was rest.

As soon as you laid your head on the pillow, you were asleep. It was near instantaneous: one moment you were in your bed, and the next you were dreaming. You were absolutely exhausted, after all.

Your dream was strangely vivid. You found yourself inside of what looked like a spaceship. You were on your hands and knees, surrounded on all sides by a wooden paddock. It was small compared to the vastness of the ship, but it was comfortable.

In front of you was an alien. You couldn't tell where its eyes were--or if it had any in the first place-- but you knew it was staring at you.

"Sorry about that." The noises it made didn't sound like any language you knew, but you understood it anyway.

"We come in peace." It explained. "We're scientists, you see. We came to your planet to run some experiments on bos taurus-- the animal you call 'cows'. The ship flagged you as a cow and brought you up here."

You sleepily looked down at your white tank top and black shorts. Dream logic at its finest.

"But now that you're here, would you mind helping us out?" It inquired. "You'll be returned to your bed once the testing has finished, of course."

"Okay." You yawned.

"Great!" It replied. "Just relax. This won't hurt a bit."

The alien grabbed a few utensils off of a table near the paddock and stepped inside. You were a little shocked when it suddenly took your shirt off and affixed two pumps to your nipples. The glass tubes were cold against your bare skin.

The alien stepped out of the paddock and pressed a button on a remote, causing the pumps to tug against your chest. Slowly, forcefully, rhythmically. One, then the other.

Back and forth it went. It felt like the machine was trying to extract your very essence out of your nipples.

It wasn't long until the milk started to flow. You let out a soft groan as it spurted into the pumps, watching with a mix of nervousness and excitement as the liquid traveled down a tube and into a bottle. Your brain was all hazy and sleepy and your body felt like molasses. The alien looked like it was writing something down.

Then you started to feel an odd sensation. It was a dull ache, reminiscent of growing pains. Something else was happening to you.

Did you always have big boobs?

That didn't sound right, but you glanced downwards and there they were, supple and full. They jiggled in time with the pumps as more milk began to flow from you.

"Oh dear." The alien said.

"Huh?" You were confused. But you knew one thing: you felt good.

"It appears that there have been some... er, complications caused by the ship's technology." It explained, watching you curiously. "Simply put, when you were beamed up, your DNA got a little mixed up with some cow DNA."

It prodded at your head with a spare appendage. "You've grown horns."

It said that like it was abnormal. Cows have horns, so you obviously had to have them too.

You wanted to say something in response but the only thing that came out of your mouth was a long, low "moo". A few other aliens on the ship even momentarily turned to look at the sudden noise.

"Hmm." The alien said. "Well, I think that concludes our testing. You should return to normal in six months as your cells repair your DNA. Thank you for your assistance."

You let out another "moo". You had a hard time comprehending what it was saying to you. Between the tantalizing heaviness of your new tits and the milk being coaxed from your body you had a hard time focusing on its words.

It reached over the fence to take the pumps off and handed your shirt back to you. You sleepily tried to put it on again but there was no point as it clearly didn't fit anymore. Not like there was a point in it anyway-- you'd wake up any minute now, comfortable in your bed and ready to face the day.

In the span of a few seconds, you found yourself laying completely straight in your bed as if someone had laid you down there. You were exhausted mentally and physically. It was difficult to even open your eyes. Sunlight was beaming onto your face from the open window.

When you flopped over onto your side to hopefully get a little more sleep, you realized that last night wasn't just a dream. Your body really had changed.

You whined and started massaging your aching breasts. You just couldn't help yourself.

Cows are meant to be milked, after all.

[anyamaris]

Once Upon a Crimson Moon

Word Count- 15825

Pairing- Fae!Yeosang x Fem!Reader

Summary- Leaving behind a tragic past, you've crossed into the realm of the fae in hopes of finding a better life. Yet, you find yourself thrust into an existence equally horrifying. Discarded by one court, traded like cattle to another, you make your escape but where will fate bring you?

A dark, mysterious creature that leads you to your inevitable demise might just be the one to save your soul.

Trope-Fantasy AU, Smut, Strangers to Lovers au

Warnings-Adult language, sexual language, heavy trigger warnings for alluded: abuse, torture, SA, death. Please be aware of these, they are alluded to, not explicitly spoken of. Both characters have a dark, tragic past. Some topics are depressing. Unprotected sex, sexually explicit scene outdoors, minors DNI 18+

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @ksmutsociety @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @starlitmark@millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @wooahaeproductions@changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @millennial-fangirl @starillusion13 @duchesskaren @minki-moo

@cafekitsune and @saradika Thank you for dividers! 🤍💜🤍

A/N- First- @1-800-shedevil, you've been here through the entirety of this process with me, encouraging me, cheering me on, soothing me when I doubted myself. There aren't words to describe how much I adore and appreciate you. I feel like you know these characters almost as well as I do at this point. Thank you. 🤍💜🤍@kwanisms for making my header as well as my Yeosang character picture for me! GAH YOURE SO AMAZING AND TALENTED! I love you. @sanjoongie and @stardragongalaxy for creating this collab from a simple picture and conversation, I've fallen deeply in love with writing and this story because of you two. Thank you so much for setting this all in motion and dealing with me through all my screaming and excitement. @mint-yooxgi for all the hype and my screaming and yelling as well, and for always encouraging me when I doubt myself.

This is a collab with CODN for Thrill of the Hunt and please go check out the other writer's submissions!

I have a lot more planned for this if people like it, a whole story lives in my mind so I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I loved writing it!

I've included my original mood board at the beginning for some visuals as well as a commissioned art piece She.drawssss was so amazing to do for me beneath the cut!

You awake in the cold damp cell yet again, your eyes dry from dehydration.  Groaning as you pick your aching body off of the filthy cloth they called a bed, you do your best to stretch and look around.  

No one has come for you yet, it appears, as you glance at the empty bowl they feed you in.  Sighing, you pull the ragged material of your gown down over your legs, looking up at the small window that barely allows any light in.  Luckily, the acrid smell of rust overpowers any sense of your own odors, you think, frowning at the metal bucket they’d given you for your personal toilet.  

“Still not the Ritz Carlton.” You whisper with a twist of your lips.

Your life has come down to this; a damp, dirty cell in the midst of a world you know nothing about.  The series of events leading you to this very moment are hazy, vague memories you struggle to remember.  

Nothing of your old existence is present here.  

Running away from everything seemed like such a great idea at the time.  Following the silly legends about faery rings, dreams of starting over completely.  

Well…you had. 

You’d run.

But now you wonder if the abuse and hardships from before were preferable to this disgusting tiny cell.  

Perhaps.  

Perhaps not. 

Somewhere between here and there you’d just given up hope.  

As you feel a tear slip from your eye, cursing the loss of moisture, your ears pick up the melodic sound of a bird.  Looking up, you spot the small blue bird perched on the small window above you.  It hops a bit, then lets out a little chirp, tilting its head at you.  

“You again?” You ask it, unable to stop the tiniest speck of happiness it always brings with it. 

Another tiny chirp reaches your ears and you sigh.

“Smile? Why? What’s the point?” you ask it, shaking your head.  

It hops then chirps once more, and you just let out a small laugh.

“Fine…for you…I’ll try.” Seeming to be placated at your words, the small bird flutters its wings, flying away with a song.

The clank of the doors unlocking behind you has you turning, expecting the daily meal of mush in a bowl, but instead a tall figure grunts a few words in a language you don’t understand.  

Before you can stand, two others are entering the cell, throwing a bag over your head and dragging you from the room you’ve called home for over a year.

“Shh, don’t speak a word, it’s the damned one…” 

“Don’t look him in the eye, lest he remembers your face….”

“Why do they suffer such an abomination?-”

“HUSH! One cry from his cursed throat will doom us all!”

“I hear he killed his-”

“QUIET! Don’t be foolish or-”

The whispers are nothing he hasn’t heard before, in fact he’d be shocked if he doesn’t hear the murmurs as he walks through the busy market area.  

Bodies part before him as he strides forward, gathering in his wake to curse his very existence. His red eyes scan the beings in front of him, daring any brave enough to meet their steely glare.  

Not one takes the opportunity, ducking their heads, pretending to be busy.  

The smirk that tugs at his lips beneath the black mask holds no mirth.  

Their disgust and revulsion only mirrors his own as he makes his way to the fae he reports to.  

“Quit frowning at her, she’s not worth your pity.” One of the elves hisses out, spitting to the side as he chuckles.  

“Barren, that one.  Not even worth the effort of transporting her. Should just leave her out here to the wilds.”  

You just blink at the sky as the cart trudges along, studying the darkening clouds, letting your mind wander.  You only half listen to the two fae who are charged with taking you to trade.  You’d heard them say it a few times as you traveled; Oidhche court.  

After having spent the last year being subjected to numerous atrocities by a variety of creatures in what you’d heard called Ciaradh court, you can only let out a breath at finally being outside once more.  

It has been a long while since you’ve seen the open sky and you smile a bit as you take in the sight.  

“Pretty”, you whisper and the smaller elf cocks his head back to look at you.  

“Eh?” he says, a look of disgust passing over his face as your eyes meet his.  “Tch,” he wrinkles his nose at you, then turns away.  

“Too bad, clean her up and-” 

“Let those mongrels in Oidhche have their way with her, I want to wash my hands of her as quickly as possible. Not worth the coin paid, when they will just dispose of her…”

Your mind tunes them out, focussing instead on gazing back towards the vast sky above you.  

Would it rain today? 

You hope so, the idea of the sound of droplets hitting the leaves on the giant trees around you has you closing your eyes again, drifting off into your own imagination to escape the stark reality of your life. 

What seems like days pass, trudging along in the shoddy cart you are forced to ride in.  You’d originally started out walking with them, just your hands bound by a rope but you’d stumbled and fallen so many times, the elves had traded for the small transport.  

They hadn’t bothered much beyond the bindings on your wrists and as you daydream while the sun sets, you unconsciously work at the small rope.  

It’s deep into the night when you can hear both of the guards snoring loudly that the bindings fall from your aching limbs and you rub them absentmindedly.  

Wondering if you should even bother trying to escape, you shrug and think, what does it matter?  Might as well try at least.  The absolute worst that could happen is that they hear you, or they hunt you down.  

From the way they were talking, it wasn’t likely you were going to meet with anything pleasant once they handed you off, so you creep slowly from the small vehicle and summon the tiny bit of grace you may have buried deep down.  

The noises coming from the two males remain steady as you skulk through the taller brush.  

You don’t stop concentrating on your movements until the sun is creeping up over the horizon and you’re sure that you’ve made it far enough to be clear.  

Not waiting any longer, you take off at a run on your cloth bandaged feet, not even worrying about injuring yourself as you let your adrenaline drive you away from your captors. 

With no idea of where you’re going, you just know that anything is better than whatever awaits you.  

You have no idea how long you’ve been wandering, only that you can hear the faint trickle of running water nearby.  Having only had the small drops of dew in the morning time, your heart soars at the sound. 

It feels like days since you’ve gotten free from your transporters and now you are thirsty and hungry. Following the noise, you make your way to an embankment, sighing in relief as you take in the clear, crisp water below.  

With a small smile, you slowly clamber down the side, being especially careful.  The last thing you needed was to injure yourself while you were out here alone, without food or shelter.  

“At least I’d have you,” you whisper to the small stream as you crouch beside it.  

Humming happily, you cup your hands to collect the water and drink greedily.  It’s cool and refreshing, bringing a much needed ray of hope into your current situation, as well as your parched lips.  

You spend a little time hydrating, then scanning the area to see if there is any way to carry water with you.  Finding none, you decide the best way is to follow the water source.  

Glancing behind, you try to acclimate where you’ve come from and determine the direction to head in.  

“As if you have a plan…” you murmur to yourself, seriously wondering what your ultimate goal is.  

From your experience so far, coming across any fae was likely detrimental to your survival.  The time you’d spent in that dank cell, subject to unspeakable things, told you all you needed to know about how the fae treated the human race.  You had heard some other humans come through speaking of different courts having contradicting ideas of how your race was treated, but you’d only ever come across the kind that despised you.

Your thoughts drift to the one who scared you the most. 

The one who came in the deep night.  

The one who slipped you herbs and forced you to drink vile concoctions.  

The disgusting creature who promised to make you his, repeatedly describing the numerous tortures that awaited you.  

You’d eventually stopped reacting to his goading, as it seemed to give him pleasure to watch you tremble in fear.  

“It’s ok now, you’re alright.  Look, the sunset is beautiful.” you hum, making your way to a small burrow you spot as you walk along the stream.  “It’ll all be fine.  Even if you die out here, it has a wonderful view…” you murmur, drifting off as the orange glow fades to red, then dusk settles in as your eyes close. 

“Go retrieve the human those idiots lost, shade. She escaped during transport around a week ago. Idiots took their time finally coming to report her disappearance but I know you’ll be able to find her. Meet them near the gate for her scent.  Under no condition is she to be killed, bring her back as she is.”  the captain commands, dismissing the creature known only as nightshade.  

The fae’s crimson eyes only register the command, then he is turning on his heel to carry out his superior’s orders without question.  He ignores angry muttering behind him as he makes his way outside.

Nightshade, or just shade, was what the fae had dubbed him.  

It was no secret that he was born and raised without a name.  

Such was the fate of one such as him, cursed at birth as a half breed abomination; a moniker befitting one that is as deadly as he is.  

The fact that they used the human term for the poisonous plant was not lost on him, but it mattered little.

Irritation at being sent on such a seemingly silly task to retrieve a run away human, he just frowns beneath the black mask as he spots his targets pacing outside the gate.  

“How long are we-SHITE AND FAIRYDUST! Why you-” the taller fae stops immediately as he takes in shade’s form as it solidifies, an undercurrent of fear in the elves’ normally apathetic gaze.  “Are you here for the human wretch?” 

Shade merely nods once and the two fae step back, gesturing to the wagon that had been transporting you.  

“Should just let her die out there, with the beasts.  No way she’s getting’ far.” the shorter one says.

The taller snorts and nods,  “Don’t even know why she bothered.” They both fall silent as shade turns his eyes on them and they look away quietly. 

“I’ll bring her back.” The deep rumble of his voice is barely loud enough to be heard but the two fae shiver at the sound, shrinking back.  

Nodding once, he turns and fades to wisps of smoke, hovering over the cart long enough to get a scent of the essence left behind before dissipating.  

“Don’t envy her the end she has coming from THAT one’,” the short elf whispers after a moment, finally able to talk once more.  

“Shite.” is the only response he gets as they head back towards Ciaradh court.

You awaken with a shiver and a cry, the heavy morning dew clinging to your exposed flesh.  

The dirty white gown they’d given you before you’d been unceremoniously dragged from the cell you called home was caked at the hem with mud and who knows what from the first stretch of your flight.  

You’d been running through puddles and burying yourself in leaves and whatever else you could find to hide in at every sudden noise that first day.  Yet you didn’t want to wash your clothing in the only water source you’d found, so you decide to leave it for now.

Stretching and shaking off the horrible dreams, you make your way back over to the stream to drink deeply, then make your way downstream once more.  

The sound of the water seems to be getting louder as the stream slowly turns into a river, the current picking up.  

Eventually you stop, trying to decide which side of the water you want to be on, as crossing looks as if it might be impossible later on.  

Finally deciding on the right bank to climb up, you scan the area around you.  There seem to be more trees and the birdcalls are louder as you travel.  

You’re not sure whether to be surprised or not, having come across no living being since you’d escaped the road you’d been traveling along with those two fae.  

To be fair, once you’d crossed into the world of the fae through the faerie ring however long ago, you hadn’t had much time outside of confinement.  So there was no way to tell what was ‘normal’ on this side.  

Deciding that the stream nearby would give you a water source, and heading towards the more tree lined area might provide some vegetation to eat, you make your way onwards.  You’re fairly sure you haven’t traveled very far since you have strips of cloth for foot protection and it has been rough on you.  

Figuring that the current of the river is decent enough to wash at least your wounds on your lower body in, you make your way to the side of the flowing current.  

Unwrapping the cloth around your filthy feet, you dip your toes hesitantly, then plunge your legs up to your knees, sighing blissfully.  

Numerous scratches and cuts, as well as a few punctures from sharp rocks are all calmed by the cool water.  You close your eyes and tip your head back, basking in the beautiful sunlight, the warmth shining down on you.  

“Where are you even going?” you ask yourself softly, breathing in deeply.  

Once you soothe your wounds, you rip some new cloth off of the rag you are wearing, rewrapping your feet with the much cleaner fabric.  At least it would provide some protection against the random rocks and such.  

The rest of the day's journey takes you into the copse of trees, keeping an eye out for any of the faery circles you’d gone through in your own world.  

Chances were low that you’d come across one, but at least it gave you something to work towards.  

As you come upon a small opening, you walk to the edge to look out over the land beyond.  

Looking around, you decide this is as good a place as any to rest and possibly spend a little time while you figure out what to do next.  There was a small waterfall you could see a little ways down, and a small area to possibly bathe.  

There were also some berries that looked promising as a food source, and given that it was between trying your luck at those or starving….well…

You collect a handful for your meager dinner, then bunch some leaves together under a smaller tree, hoping if the berries do kill you, it won’t be painful.  The thoughts are short lived as you give in to your exhaustion, passing out before the sun sets below the trees looking over you.

Awakening hours later, the dark surrounding you feels oppressive.  The constant dreams haunting you seem to follow you from your sleep as you take in the silent evening. 

Rubbing your stomach, you don’t notice any signs of pain, which is a good thing for the berries.  But your thoughts are cut off as you realize just how silent it is.  

Dead silent, no birds, no noises of creatures moving in the dark like you’ve come to expect.  

Just…silent as a grave.  A shiver of pure terror washes over you as you try to process if it’s still a dream or-

That’s when you notice the being, crouched down a few feet away, hooded with a black mask.  

You can’t really even see much else, but you can feel him.  The noise that threatens to escape your throat seems to be stuck as he stands and slowly walks to hover over you.  

As he approaches, the light of the moon illuminates his eyes, dark and intense.  A chill runs through you at the sight of his form standing over you, your body trembling in fear.  

This is it, this is my end, you think, a tiny part of you relieved that it’s finally come. 

You had a feeling something would come for you eventually.  

As the figure studies you, you can only wait for the peace of death.  

Despite your instinctive physical fear, your mind is oddly tranquil as you try to make out his features in the darkness.  

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you do your best to meet your last moments with a smile.  

“Please…will you make it quick?” your quivering voice squeaks out, wincing at the sound in the deep quiet of the night.  

The figure tilts his head at you, almost curious.  

“Quick?” he crouches down in front of you, mere inches away as his masked face looks you over.  

Swallowing, fear almost has you paralyzed at the nearness of the fae man, a sixth sense telling you he could crush you with one hand.  

“Please…I would like to die quickly.” you repeat, drawing your knees underneath you as you sit up to ready yourself.  

You grit your teeth to keep them from rattling together at the way you’re trembling, refusing to close your eyes to your final living companion.  

“Die?” he asks, and you watch him as you wait, finally noticing that his dark eyes are a deep crimson in the light of the moon. 

So pretty, you think distractedly.  Heaving a small sigh, you focus on their beauty, a tiny smile creeping over your face as you appreciate the only part of him you can see.  

“Are you not afraid, mortal?” he asks you, and you let his deep timbre wash over you, relishing in the richness of his tone.  

“Of course….. I am very afraid.  I’m terrified.” you counter and he just blinks at you, reaching a gloved hand out to hover near your face.  

Snatching it back, he squints at you.  

“Why are you so eager to die?” he questions and it’s your turn to blink at him.  

“I…I’m not eager to die…” you whisper and he shakes his head. 

“Confusing.” he states and you just stare at him.  

“Aren’t you here to kill me?” you ask him, wondering how you’ve found yourself here, debating your life or death with a terrifying masked fae man.  

“I am not.” he responds simply, causing you to sigh sadly.  

“Which means…” you say softly, glancing around the clearing you’d decided to make a temporary residence, finding yourself already back in the cells you’d been locked away in for so long.  

You turn your eyes back to him, his gaze still on you.  

“You’re here to take me back.” you state, not a question.  

His silence tells you what you need to know, and your throat closes as your eyes fill with tears.  

“Give me a moment, please.” you say, trying to collect yourself.  

His eyes go through an array of expressions as you fan your face, trying to calm down.  The trembling from his nearness wasn’t helping, but you weren’t going to ask him to back off.  Something in you told you that it was unlikely he’d listen anyhow.

“Are you going to take me back to those horrible men? Men…fae…I don’t even know what to call them…my captors?” you ask.

He merely nods, watching you curiously as you shiver and hug yourself.  

“I suppose there’s nothing to be done for it then.” you say, and give him a nod.  

“Are you going to…woosh me back or…?”  You flap your hands, not knowing the words you’re looking for, fear of what awaits you overpowering his presence momentarily.

His confused eyes have you sighing, waving your hands around erratically.  

“You know like, um…fly me back or …magic things…?” you ask, shrugging.  “I have only been confined since I came into the fae world…I’m really not sure how things work here.”   

His searching eyes just blink at you, then he sighs, sitting down to cross his legs in front of you.  

“I will not ‘magic’ you back, we will travel by foot.  I do not wish to touch you.” he says and you just sigh, looking up at the light of the moon above you.  

“Ah…I forget that we humans here are despised, of course you wouldn’t want to.  May I…have a bit of time before we go?” you ask him, and he just nods once.  

“As you will, mortal.  Rest, then. I do not need you to be a hindrance.” His form dissipates into a cloud of darkness, drawing out a shocked gasp from you.  

“So cool...” you whisper, even as your body trembles in his presence.  

Your attempts to sleep once more aren’t met with any luck, so you find yourself getting up, looking around the clearing.  You cannot see your ‘escort’ but you can sense that he’s around, watching.  

“I am just going to the little waterfall nearby…I’m aware that… running would be pointless…” you throw out, and you’re met with only silence. 

Taking that as a sign that it’s fine, you make your way down to the little waterfall, your heart feeling a semblance of relief for a moment as you realize you may not get to be free ever again.  

“I’ll just treasure this while I can…” you whisper to yourself, shedding the horrible gown and walking into the cool water.  

The sigh of relief that escapes your lips is so loud, you cover your mouth, then giggle.  It’s not as if you’re going to scare anything nearby, and the thought gives you a sense of freedom for a moment.  

Humming as you dip down under the water, you emerge with a happy laugh, swimming around for a bit, then floating on your back as you watch the stars above.  

Suddenly you are filled with a strong sense of being watched, heavier than before.  

Turning your head, you let out a scream, bobbing under the surface for a moment before you pop back up, looking over to see the dark fae man near the water's edge. Your heart seems to restart as you process his presence, watching you curiously. 

Turning to swim towards him a bit, you let your breathing even out before giving him a small smile.  

“I wanted to bathe before we left…” you tell him, feeling the need to break the eerie silence. 

He tilts his head, blinking slowly at you before his deep tone washes over you in a question.  

“Why do you laugh?”

“Excuse me?” you ask, flustered, his intense stare causing you to tremble once more.  

He pauses, his gaze even as he watches you. 

“You are laughing, yet there is no one else around.  Why?” he asks again and you sigh, floating a bit as you think of how to answer him.  

“I was simply enjoying the feeling of the water….it’s been quite some time since I was allowed to bathe…or see the night sky like this…” you trail off, as you stare up at the stars. 

Turning to look at him once more, you just contemplate.  

“Do fae not laugh?” you ask him and just blinks, then shakes his head.  

“Some fae laugh.” he responds and you get the feeling that he is not one of them.  

Frowning, you swim a little closer to where he is crouched.  

“Have you never laughed?” you ask him and he almost winces at the question.  

“I dare not laugh, nor would I have a reason to.” he says, his beautiful silky voice washing over you and you just shake your head.  

The thought of his laughter with that low velvety tone…..you shiver at the mere idea of it.  

“Well that’s sad.”  you tell him, going back to your humming.  

“Sad?” he asks and you look at him curiously.  

Between the hood and the mask covering the lower half of his face, the dark clothing and the gloves….well he looks completely like some assassin or dark creature from the fictional novels you used to read.  But he was sitting here, watching you bathe, asking you about laughter.  

Your heart cries out empathetically without even understanding why.  Instead of feeling the need to cower and run in fear you are…drawn to him.  His gaze, his voice, his presence is giving you the urge to know him, understand him.  

How confusing things were here.

“What is your name?” you ask him, and the wince from before is nothing compared to the dark pain that swirls in his eyes now.  Even in the low light of the moon, you can sense it, the agony in that reaction.  

“I have no name.” he finally responds quietly and your heart clenches. 

“No name? Do fae not name-?”

“They call me shade.  I am just a shade.” he cuts you off, standing abruptly.  

“Shade? How…on the nose.” you mumble and swim over to the edge, hoisting yourself out of the water.  

His eyes are on you once more as you slip into your dress, uncaring of his gaze.  

Your fae captors had long since stripped you of your modesty, and this particular fae was one of the first you’d met that wasn’t oozing hatred or lust for you.  His uncaring demeanor was a wonderful relief compared to the others you’d met.  

How odd to trust him on a feeling.

“I found myself unable to sleep so…we can go.” you announce, turning once more to take in the beauty of your bathing area, the sound of the small waterfall, the stars and moon reflected in the dark waters.  

At his look, you just shrug, gesturing to yourself as you rewrap your feet.  “I have nothing.  This is everything, just me.” you tell him, thinking he may think you have to retrieve things. 

It’s met with silence and you just stand, taking him in as you give him a small smile.  

“I’m ready.”  

The journey is slow, as he just meets your clumsy pace with silence, not once rushing you. 

The first day passes quickly, you having slowed to avoid any injuries. And well….you were in no rush to return to the hell of your captors. 

All attempts at speaking to the dark being escorting you are met with mostly mundane answers, his disinterest obvious, but you could sense an underlying sense of curiosity to him.  

Or maybe it was just your imagination, hopeful in this bleak existence of yours.

He mostly observes you as he quietly directs you, allowing you to stop to use the bushes occasionally, to pick berries to eat, or to drink from the waters of the river.  

He even watches as you get excited over a field of flowers you’d not seen on your way, exclaiming over the myriad of colors you’ve never seen in nature before.  

Unlike the other fae, your occasional stumbles did not earn you a curse or jests, he merely just waits as you recover to continue on.

That night, as you lay staring at the open night sky, your body finally allows you some broken sleep.  

Your shadowy escort can only observe from the trees as your body thrashes in the small hollow you’ve carved out for yourself as the nightmare plagues your rest.  

Awakening with a small cry, you can only sigh at the reality of your situation, resignedly readying yourself for another day of travel.

As the day passes you fill the silence with random thoughts spoken aloud, rambling at him about whatever comes to mind, never expecting much of a response. 

Occasionally he would start to respond to questions, but never more than a sentence here or there.  Still, you could sense that your endless prattling wasn’t unwelcome to him, and you could sense his gaze on you if you started to go quiet.  

As another night draws in the darkness around you, you find yourself yawning as you walk along, playing with some of the pretty flowers you’d found on the ground, unwilling to pluck any of the living ones.  

“I believe you should rest now,” his voice startles you, causing you to jump and clutch your chest.  

“I think that’s the most you’ve spoken today, you scared me.” you exclaim, and he just nods as if used to it.  

“It is my nature, to cause others to fear me.” he simply says and you tilt your head at him.

“Why? Even other fae fear you?” you ask him, recovering as you look around for a clearing to rest in.  

“I am aberrant to even my kind.” he says simply as if it’s a normal thing.  

“Why?” you ask, stopping to turn and look up at him abruptly. 

It was the first time he’d seemed willing to talk about himself and you weren’t letting the opportunity pass by.  

His shocked eyes blink at you, mere inches from him as you hold your flowers.  

“Why?” he echoes and you shrug, turning to head towards a little bunch of trees with some leaves and a nice little log to sit on.  

“You ask many questions.”

“Yes, you…well…I mean, when I got here, I was running from some pretty horrible things…I thought coming here would be a clean start, that life here would be better for me. I don’t really know much about this…world…realm?” You gasp as you see some berries and run to pick them, feeling his presence follow.   

“I had barely crossed when I was captured, then I was put in a cell and ... .well it was unpleasant, to say the least.  I’ve been treated as little more than cattle…tainted cattle at that.  The fae I encountered were terrifying, even as they looked like they should be a prince in a fairy tale from my world.” you continue, more to talk for talking’s sake than thinking he cared at all.  “I don’t put much stock in the way others appear at first glance, especially now.”  

Thinking for a moment about the dark cell, the horrible tortures, the comments, promises of worse…you shake your head, coming back to the present.  “I don’t even have anything but this tattered dress they gave me…” you whisper, looking down.  

Taking a deep breath, you work a smile back onto your lips.

“I can honestly tell you that you’ve been the kindest creature I’ve met since I came here…and it’s been a long time.  Even though initially I was fearful of you..I mean you kinda showed up suddenly and the mask doesn’t help.” you turn to see he’s only a few feet from you, watching you carefully.  

You pop a berry into your mouth, then hold your hand out to offer him one.  “Even so…thank you for that…I…. I know I am going back to something horrible… Thank you for this time and allowing me to be free for a bit.”  you smile at him softly and his eyes go wide, almost in shock at your words.  

Shock, confusion, a little bit of… warmth? 

Perhaps it was your imagination.

He simply holds out his hand and you scold yourself at your thoughtlessness.  

“Oh! I’m sorry, I forgot about not wanting to touch me…” you tilt your hand to let a few berries fall into his palm and smile up at him.  

“You…you’re confusing me.” he says and you shake your head at him.  

“How so?” you ask, making your way to slip down into the crackle of leaves, sighing in relief after the long day of walking on nothing but scraps of fabric.  

He sits down in front of you, studying you intently as you unwrap your feet to rub them, dabbing at the blood from the small cuts.  

He just watches, seeming to contemplate something in the long silence until his rich voice breaks it once more. 

“Would you…should I….” he starts, but pauses, shaking his head as he looks away, seeming to battle himself before he turns back.  

His crimson eyes are intense, but you feel as if he’s finally looking at you instead of merely studying you as if you were some curiosity.

“My mother was a banshee,” he begins, and you gasp without thinking as you realize he is opening up to you.  

“Does that make you afraid?” he asks at your reaction, but you just wave your hands frantically, shaking your head.  

“No, no not at all! I am…shocked yet pleased that you are telling me about yourself, please ….go on.  I … would like to know more about you..” you say and he seems taken aback, but it’s hard to tell with only his eyes.  

Finally after a long moment, he nods and you let out the breath you were holding, eager to hear more.  

His tone is low, an underlying hint of sorrow as he continues. “They say she wanted a child so much that a dokkaebi decided to grant her wish.  But, instead of just bringing her a child, the goblin seduced her, and they say she fell deeply in love with him.” 

He stares off seeming lost in his thoughts as he takes a moment.  

You wait patiently, enthralled with his voice as his eyes meet yours once again.

“Once he had gotten her with child, he disappeared, and no fae has seen him since.  Such is the way of our kind.” He shrugs, shaking his head. 

“He had granted her wish, and she should be happy, grateful for the gift.  Instead, she was so heartbroken from the loss of her lover, that she cursed the child for being conceived.  When she finally birthed the child, they say the cries of the creature granted her final wish, to extinguish the pain from her profound loss.” 

His pause is longer this time, a deep sense of despair settling over you, knowing what his next words will be before he even speaks them.

“I am that creature…that child.”

“When the humans found me, I was taken in for a time.  But at my cries, if I went hungry or was upset, the many humans who cared for me would die.  Finally, realizing I was not a mortal, they offered me to the fae, cursing my very existence for all the death I’d caused.  My mother’s people took me in, knowing what I was, yet I am not considered one of them.  I am an outcast, I was given no name as a punishment for my existence.  I am merely a shade, my presence a curse. My banshee mother “gifted” me with this voice…the mere sound of it causing those around me to tremble as I am only able to bring death and devastation.”

Your throat is tight as he speaks, your fist clenched in the material over your chest as it aches for him, for the small child subjected to such a life, merely for being born. 

“They gagged me before I was able to control my voice, and then taught me to never use my power unless it was of use to them. I speak now, but my voice holds a fatal danger within it. This mask is a reminder that I am aberrant, a monster…. a creature that should never have been.  My only use is to carry out my orders, and obey.”  

His dark eyes bore into you expectantly, but you can only manage your breathing through the tears that threaten to overwhelm you.

“When others see me, they cower and whisper in fear. They scurry from me, as I could kill them with a word, or even just a sound. They fear me for I am a threat, but also a blemish on my kind.  So it has been for my entire life.” 

He seems so stoic, so resigned that it hurts to even breathe. 

As he finally stops speaking, you tear a piece of fabric from your dress to wipe at your eyes and he refocuses on you, his eyes conveying confusion. 

“Are your feet so injured that you weep?” he asks, his brows drawing together.  

Shaking your head, you stifle a sob, shaking as you try to hold back the flood of heartache his story had caused within you.

“How…how could….they…?” you finally give in and burst into tears, drawing your knees up and sobbing into your arms.  

“I…do not know…how to ..what is wrong?” He asks, confused as he attempts to reach for you, then draws back.  

“What’s wrong!?  Everything about how they treat you is wrong!  How horrible!  How could they? A poor little innocent baby, what awful ... .you haven’t even done anything wrong!” you wail, and he looks at you in shock.  

“Did you not hear what I said? What I am? I am-" 

Frustration fills you, anger welling up. 

"I did hear, I heard everything you said and they are terrible!” You look up into his eyes, confusion and panic causing him to fidget, the normally stoic male now unable to figure out what to do with his hands.   

“Aren’t you angry? Hurt?” you ask him, reaching out to grasp his hands without thinking.  

He lets out a startled grunt as he reels back at your touch, but instead of letting go, you hold onto him, and he ends up pulling you into him.  

“DON’T!” he cries out in panic, but you shake your head, throwing your arms around his neck to hug him. 

“What are you doing!?” his voice booms and you tremble as you freeze, but manage to whine through your gritted teeth.  

The feeling of paralysis leaves you as he puts his hands on your waist but you only clutch him tighter.  

“I’m hugging you, so just deal with it!” you yell back at him, your voice not coming anywhere near the power of his but you didn’t care right now.  

“Are you..yelling at me?” he asks, astounded at the very thought, but he doesn’t force you away.

“You’ve never been hugged, have you?” you ask him in a whisper, his body tense against yours.  

His gloved hands shake as he holds you, afraid to move in case he hurts you.  “I .. have not.”  

You just sob against his shoulder, grasping him tightly. 

“Well…..now you have…so…just let me, okay?”  

You feel him relax slightly as he sighs, his hands gently settling on your back, allowing you to calm gradually down into sniffles.  

It was a surreal feeling, sitting in a fae’s lap as you embrace him, the very creature about to turn you over for more torture, possibly even death.  

But the amount of torture you’ve endured seems so pale in comparison to what he’d been through since his birth.  

It made you angry, outraged at the kind of beings who could hurt a small infant, raising him to believe he meant nothing.  

“It’s not right.” you whisper, drawing back to look into his eyes, which were filled with shock, confusion…fear.  

“I do not decide what is right and wro-” he says, but you glare at him, stopping his words.  

Slowly pushing back the hood over his head, you can feel him begin to shake again as you raise your hands to his mask. Long dark strands of hair fall forward, soft and shimmering in the midday sun.  

“Do not-” he growls out, grasping your wrist gently. 

“Why not? Will it hurt me?” you ask, and he just shakes his head. 

“Just-” he stops as you draw back, not wanting to push him. 

“My only wish is to see you fully, but I will not force you for my own selfish wants.” You tell him softly, brushing your thumb over his exposed temple, admiring his dark crimson eyes, his beautiful sable hair.  

“Why are you..I could kill you from a simple touch, with only a word..why…? I don’t understand…Aren’t you afraid?” he rasps out, his chest rising and falling erratically.  

“Do you want to hurt me…to kill me?” you ask him in a whisper and his eyes darken, black and red swirling together, his arms tightening around you. 

“No-never….” He whispers, shaking his head, studying your face as you search his eyes.  

“My touch can wither your delicate flesh, my voice can halt your breathing eternally.  You risk your very life to…hug me?” he asks, incredulous.  

Your heart aches at his question, a being having never known love or care, more afraid of himself as he’s been taught nothing else, given nothing else.  

“I trust you.” you whisper to him, stunning even yourself at the admission.  

You barely knew him, yet…something deep within you was stirring, perhaps because you were so close to your demise…having been devoid of feeling connected to another for so long, locked away.  

Whatever the reasoning, you could sense your heart stirring for this mysterious, tragic man holding you in his lap.  

At your words, he stiffens, blinking rapidly as his eyes darken.  

“Why?” His voice is even deeper, his words washing over you like a calm, cool breeze.  

Just the one word has you catching your breath, and without hesitation or thought, you lean in to press a soft kiss to his forehead.  

Your lips linger for a long moment as he trembles beneath you, a mixture of a gasp and a soft sigh barely heard through his mask as you pull away.  

His eyes are full of intense emotion, and you can’t help but smile tenderly at his confusion.  

“I…have no reason.  It’s just how I feel.” You tell him quietly, allowing yourself to bask in the peace of this moment with him.

His hands splay out over your back, slipping up your spine and you can feel the tremor as he touches you.  

“See…you’re not hurting me…” you tell him as you continue to brush his hair back, tracing the line of his eyebrow with the tip of your finger.  

At your touch, he closes his eyes, as if memorizing the feeling.  

You watch his throat work, but then suddenly his eyes are open, the pain within them slicing through your heart.  

“You should stop.” He rasps out, but you merely shake your head, refusing.  He lets out a strangled noise as he glares up at you.  

“Don’t you know when you’re in danger?” he asks as he attempts to remove you from being wrapped around him.  

“No.” you say simply, knowing he could toss you across the clearing easily, but unwilling to leave your spot without force.  

“Why are you so stubborn?” he asks, and you just laugh softly, his eyes softening at the sound.  

“It’s just my nature, I suppose. But…if you dislike my touch, I will stop. I apologize for upsetting you.”  

Finally giving in, you slowly stand, removing yourself from his lap.  

“I’m going to collect some more leaves…” you whisper, leaving the fae to himself for a moment, also needing to take some time for yourself.  

You stop to look back at him, still looking down at his hands, his hood pushed back. 

Feeling a pang of guilt for pushing him, you sigh before you continue on. 

In the long months, possibly even years you’ve been here, you've been wasting away in a cell, poked and prodded at by beings who treated you horribly.  

The few who had come along and shown any interest had ulterior motives, such as the tall elf who seemed to be in charge.  

He’d fed you strange herbs that made you sick, promising they were to help you.

But in the end, he’d also wanted to use you, albeit in different ways than the ones who came before.  

When they’d declared you barren, you’d thought it was a godsend but in reality, they had no more use for you.  

As the guards who’d been transporting you had implied, you were marching right back to a certain death.  

Death was the best thing that was waiting for you, you think sadly.  

Yet here you were, going soft for this being they called shade, your heart opening even though you knew it would only end in tragedy for you.  

“A little light in the darkness isn’t going to hurt….  It’s fine…it’s all fine..” you whisper to yourself.  

The pain of his story still rages through you, the urgent need to show him care, comfort….love. 

“How ironic to find such a thing, in the darkest days of my sad life.” you tell the wind, closing your eyes to the thought of his gentle touch upon you, no matter how brief. 

Oddly, you feel as if you could sense his presence, and when you returned back to the little spot, you found yourself smiling at his dark form.  

He was crouched near a small bush about ten feet from where you’d decided to make your little resting spot for the night.  

You deposit your leaves as he stands to turn towards you, his hands cupped as he makes his way to you.  

Settling yourself in the crunch of the foliage, he kneels next to you, his dark red eyes searching yours as he holds out his hands. 

“What-?” you start then look down at what he is offering.  

In his gloved palms, he was holding berries.  

“For..me?” you ask timidly and he just nods.  

“Th-thank you…” you smile at him, feeling heat creeping into your cheeks as his eyes never leave you.  

You take them in your palm as if they are treasure, warmth spreading through you. 

“Mm!” you exclaim as you chew on a few and he tilts his head at you in confusion.

“You act as if these aren’t the same berries you’ve been consuming this whole time.” he quips and you beam at him, munching happily.  

“They taste better because you got them for me.” you tell him, your heart seeming to stutter as his eyes widen then blink quickly, and his breath catches audibly.  

“I…get some rest…” he finally says, standing to turn and dissipate into that black shadowy cloud you’ve gotten used to now.  

“Sweet dreams…if you sleep…” you whisper to him, grinning like a fool at the berries he’d given you as if it was the greatest gift you’ve ever received.  

In your mind, his gesture means the world to you in this bleak existence you’ve found yourself in.  

Shortly after your meal, you lay down in the softness of the leaves, gazing wistfully at the stars as you commit this feeling to memory.  

Whatever fate has in store for you, be it death or worse, you’ve decided to save this day to a special place in your mind.  

When the pain of reality becomes too much, you’ll withdraw back to this moment; this small bit of sunshine in your bleak existence.  

In the trees above you, unseen, your dark fae watches over you as your eyes drift closed, a small smile playing over your lips as you drift into dreamless slumber.  

The next day, you find he is watching you even more closely, actually answering your little questions a bit more openly than before. The sound of his voice makes you smile and more than once, he gives you strange, curious looks.  

Neither of you speak of the prior days events, but there seems to be a simple companionship between you that wasn’t there before that makes you skip along, a little more carefree than you’ve felt in a long, long time.  

You cannot see his full face but you’re convinced that at least once, you’ve made him conjure up some semblance of a smile. 

Wishful thinking, perhaps.

“May I ask you something?” 

The fae’s deep tone interrupts your thoughts, shocking you as you turn to look at him. 

“Of course you can, anything you desire.” Smiling, you watch him as he takes his time to respond.  

“How can you…smile?” he asks softly, his words barely audible.  

You pause, turning to him as you think of how to answer.  

���If this is too intrusive-” he starts but you just shake your head, titling it as you look off at the beautiful blue of the sky.  

“I don’t mind…I’m just trying to think of how to put it into words.” You reassure him, watching as some small animals break from a brush to rush into another.  

Your lips quirk at the sight and you turn your gaze back to his.  

Your stomach does a little flip at his intense eyes, but you shake it off as you speak.

“I mentioned that I came across to escape from something horrible, from my world?” you finally say, your mind drifting to the day you’d run from your life.  

“In my world, there is no magic, but there’s plenty of evil.  Sometimes no matter how much you love or care for something, they can still hurt you.  I ran away from something…someone who was hurting me.” You tell him, shrugging a shoulder as if to make light of it.  

His eyes narrow, darkening and you continue before you can run from the question.  

“When I crossed, I was captured.  But in my mind, anything was better than what I left.  I…was wrong.  It was different, but just as bad as what I ran from.  The fae who captured me placed me in a small dark cell and ... .I won’t go into details about the things that were done to me.  I honestly don’t want to remember, let alone tell you.” your smile falters as you blink away tears, trying to recall where you were going.  

You watch his head tilt downwards, his eyes hooding as he studies you, and you manage to swallow back the memories as you continue.

“I’m unsure how much you know about what they do…to humans like me.” you say and he just shakes his head.  

“Well, it’s …..from what I heard from conversations I overheard and what was done to me…at least where I was.  They are trying to ….breed us.” you whisper, looking down to wrap your arms around yourself.  

You turn and slowly start walking as you recall to him some of your time imprisoned.  

“After many …. attempts ... .I was declared ‘barren’, basically worthless.”  You look over at him with a soft smile and he furrows his brow in confusion.

“The reason I was able to get myself free was because they were discarding me, as I have no use.” you tell him, shaking your head.  

“I don’t even know why they sent you after me, I imagine I’m going to be ... .disposed of at my return.”  you shrug, resigned.  

“It sounds like I’m not answering your question, but I promise I am!” You tell him, trying to put some cheer into your voice.  

You watch a vein in his neck pulse as he seems to swallow harshly, focused on you.  

“You see, I spent so much time angry at myself, at everyone around me, making myself sick with all of the negative things.  It really only made everything so much worse. One day, a small bird got into my little prison cell.  A tiny little blue bird, and the sound of its song was like…the most beautiful, amazing thing I’d ever experienced in my life.” 

You smile at the recollection, perking up.  “The joy I felt from that simple little bird, the smile it put on my face made everything else ebb away.  It didn’t change anything happening to me, but smiling…appreciating the smallest happiness…it made what was happening to me the smallest bit easier.”

You look down at the path you’re walking, smiling at the vivid green of the grass, the small puffs of white flowers drifting on the breeze.  

“My whole life, I don’t think I spent much time smiling. But now…..now, I smile because otherwise, I’d drown in the misery of my negative thoughts.  There’s so much negative, sometimes it’s too easy to be overwhelmed by it.  I just decided to change my perspective and to appreciate the smallest gifts I am given.” 

You hop and turn to him, reaching to grab his hand but at the last minute you remember yourself and stop.  

His startled look makes you giggle as you tell him, “Like the berries! You picked them for me…you thought of my well being.  Me…a silly human you are tasked with bringing back, you showed me kindness.  You made me smile.” you admit, shrugging and his eyes widen, then soften as he shakes his head.  

“I…do not think I’ve ever done so in my life.” he tells you and you just give him a big grin as you hop along beside him.  

“You’ve made me smile many times so far.  Your voice is soothing to me, beautiful like music.  It makes me happy.” You say, and he stops abruptly, blinking rapidly.  

“I cannot tell if you jest.” he glances over at you, wary as you beam at him.  

“I would never jest about that, I truly mean it.” you say simply and he starts to walk with you once again, seeming lost in thought.  

“Long after I’m gone, I hope you recall that you made at least one little creature smile in her last days.” You whisper and his head snaps over to you, seeming to process your words finally.  

“You…are aware of your imminent demise yet you don’t even attempt to escape from me?” he puzzles and you laugh, a mixture of sadness and delight at the thought.  

“You and I both know escaping from you isn’t possible.  I may be a bit naive and extremely clumsy, but I am smart enough to know this.”  

He only watches you, blinking as he nods finally.  

“Yet you still could try, if you wanted to live.”

You stop at his words, turning to frown at him.  

“I do want to live.  I really do.  But if I were to try to run, you would have to come after me, to recapture me.  You’d have to use your powers….I can sense how strong you are, even as a human.  I couldn’t do that to you.” 

He flinches in shock, “To me?” he merely asks and you nod, closing the distance between you to look at him, to make sure he understands you.  

“You’ve been used…treated like you’re only worth what only your powers can do for those who would exploit you. I would be forcing you to do the same, against your will.  From what it sounds like, the fae who raised you to be a tool only treat you as an object.  I….know all too well what that feels like, and I just…” your heart pounds from the memory of his story.  

“I will not push you into having to do their bidding any more than you already have to.  Despite being completely pointless- it’s not as if I can run and hide from you successfully…which means you would also have to do something that seems to cause you pain…or sadness.” he simply watches you, his eyes almost black as you speak.  

“I prefer to speak with you, to hear your voice, to learn about you, to-” your throat clenches at the words that want to come forth and your breath hitches.  

“I…accept the fate I’ve been given and want to make the time I have not memorable, not running from it.  I’m always running from something; this time…I’ve decided to face things and enjoy beauty where I can find it.  You’re my …companion at the end…I don’t wish to make you my enemy, nor do I want to abuse you like others do.” 

You finally stop, giving another shrug as you put your hands behind your back, turning to continue your journey.  “Sorry I didn’t have a short answer for you…” you purse your lips, wondering if you’ve annoyed him with your rambling.  

There is a comforting silence following your long explanation, the soft sounds of nature around you soothing as you breathe in deeply.  

You hear an odd creaking noise and turn to look at your companion oddly.  You glance down at his leather clad hands where the sound emanates and frown, noticing him clenching his fists.  

“Have I upset you? If I have-”

“No. Not you.” his deep growl sends a chill through your entire being at the rage you sense lurking.  

“Oh…” is all you say, unconsciously walking a bit closer to him.  

You notice his breathing is a bit rough under his mask and suddenly feel a wave of sadness for upsetting him, even if unintentional.  

“I’m sorry for saying so much, I overshared a bit.” 

His eyes meet yours and your heart stops as his eyebrows draw together, an expression of almost…sympathy in his eyes startling you. 

 “There is nothing to apologize for.  You have nothing to be sorry about…” his emphasis has your breath catching in your throat and your heart swelling.  

Was he…angry for you? 

The thought has you dizzy with confusion and emotion.

“Thank you…for listening.” you breathe out, having to almost physically force your gaze from him, heat warming your cheeks.  

“You’re…welcome.” He responds, and you continue on as the sun slowly dips beneath the treeline, before you make your resting place for yet another night.  

Your pace was slow, but instead of rushing you, your fae companion was allowing you to set the speed.  It was as if he was allowing you as much time as you needed before your end.  

You couldn’t be more grateful, you think as your eyes close, sensing him nearby.

Your sleep is restless, drifting through memories of your time back in your cell.  The sounds harsh breathing in your ear, whatever creature was holding you beneath them tearing your flesh as they-

You awake to your own sobbing, shaking violently as you struggle to breathe.  

You’re curled onto your side, hot tears trailing from one eye to the other as you clutch the ragged material of your dress.  

It takes you a few moments to register the figure of ‘shade’, not even two feet from you, his crimson eyes seemingly on fire in the dim orange light of the sunrise. 

His hands were hovering near you, palms open, a look of concern on his brow.  

He doesn’t speak a word as your breathing slowly returns to normal, his nearness almost calming, bringing you back to reality.  

Sitting up, you finally unball your fist from your chest, your jaw aching from having been clenching it, probably all throughout your nightmare.  

Rubbing your face, you take a deep breath as you wipe at your damp face.  

“You were screaming.” His voice washes over you like a wave, instantly dispersing any lingering memory of your dream and you sigh in relief.  

“Sorry I-” 

His grunt stops you and you look at him in confusion.  

“You say that word needlessly, far too often.” he says simply and you let out a small laugh, realizing he’s right.  

“Habit, sor-” You put your hand over your mouth and let out a soft giggle.  

The sides of his eyes crinkle a bit and you almost gasp as you realize he may be smiling.  

Resisting the overwhelming urge to reach out and pull off his mask, you stand, brushing at the leaves clinging to your gown.  

“I suppose we should-” 

He turns before you can finish, pulling out a large leaf with berries on it.  

“Eat first.” He says, standing as you finally take his offering, staring at him in awe.  

“Thank you.” You whisper and he only nods as he walks a few feet away, seeming to look out at the path ahead. 

It only takes you a few moments to consume the food, then you’re standing and joining him.  

“Ready?” You ask and he just gazes at you for a moment before he gives you one nod, following as you set your slow, plodding pace for the day.

You are mostly silent, lost in thought as you travel, casting looks occasionally at your travel companion.  

Almost every time, you catch his eyes on you and his gaze never fails to warm you, your stomach doing little flips. 

As if subconsciously, you make almost double the amount of stops today as you normally have, knowing you must be getting close to wherever he’s taking you.  

During a particularly quiet bit of time where you’ve stopped to admire the view from the side of a cliff face, you watch as birds fly free and sigh in envy.  

There is water far below, and you can faintly hear the waves crash into the rocks lining the shoreline.  

Smiling as you close your eyes, you tip your face to the sun, basking in the mildly salty scent of the ocean. 

Upon opening, you can’t help but envy the winged creatures flying overhead. 

“Oh to be a bird…” you whisper under your breath, taking a step forward without thinking.  

There’s a sudden shift as the ground beneath your feet gives way, your small cry cut off as you plummet quickly towards the rocks below.

This is it, you conclude, your heart torn between sadness and elation as you fall to meet your death. 

Yet, instead of the bone breaking impact of the terrain of the shore, a familiar black cloud surrounds you, then you’re being clutched tightly in a pair of strong arms.  

Barely able to breathe, you just cling to him as he sets down onto the ground below, trembling as you try to recover your breath. 

“Are you alright?” he asks, and you glance up at him, grateful.  

“I-I think so…” you stutter out, grasping onto him as he looks around where you’ve both landed.  

“I’m sorry…I … “ you try to explain, but the concern in his eyes has you catching your breath.

“You…voluntarily touched me…” you realize out loud and he grunts in response, finally spotting a clear area to set you down.  

As he does, you let your arms linger around his neck, looking up at him affectionately.  

“Thank you.” you say softly, and he just watches you closely for a long moment, searching your eyes.  

Finally, he is the one to break the silence.  

“Why do you look at me so intently?” he asks, his intense gaze never breaking from yours.  

“I….I was wondering once more what you hide beneath the mask.” you tell him simply and he scoffs at you, removing your arms from around him, stepping back.  

“Nothing worth seeing.” he tosses out, surveying the area around you.  

“I’d like to have my own opinion on that.” you state, walking over to him to take his gloved hand.  

He stiffens at your touch, but does not pull away.  

“You confuse me.” he says, not for the first time.  

“I confuse myself sometimes, so it’s okay.” you say, smiling tenderly up at him.  

As he turns his eyes on you again, your heart trips over itself as you feel the overwhelming need to see him, see his face, to remove the mask keeping you from seeing him.  

All of him.

You have nothing to lose, something inside of you states.

Giving in to the pulsing demand of your inner voice, you start moving before you even realize you are doing so.  

Reaching up, you push back his hood, but he steps away in alarm, putting distance between you both, his long dark hair shining in the sunset.  

“May I…” you extend your hand towards him, but his eyes register panic as your fingers brush his mask.  

“No.” he says brusquely, turning away from you.  

“Please…I…don’t know why but I -” 

His voice is soft but heavy with emotion as he shakes his head, his long strands falling softly around his face.  

“There is nothing you gain from seeing what lies beneath.”

“There is nothing I lose, either..” You whisper to him softly, reaching for him once more.  

This time he remains still, allowing you to approach.  

You watch the rise and fall of his chest as you brush back the softness of his hair, his eyelashes fluttering at your touch.  

“You do not need to lay eyes on the pathetic creature that this hides. The monster that I am.” 

“You’re not a pathetic creature nor are you a monster, not to me.” you say, grasping his hand.  

“Not to me. You’re more than that.”  

His ragged breathing is the only sound between you as you wait, his eyes searching yours.  

“You have treated me kindly, you’ve saved my life-” His eyes look pained at your words as he shakes his head.  

“I am only doing my duty, obeying my orders.” he bites out, but you see something deeper in the depths of his gaze.  

“You know I am going back to almost certain death.” you whisper and you can see him wince, his hand trembling slightly in yours. 

“I am not asking for you to free me.  I accept my fate…I have nowhere to run.” 

“Let me lay eyes on what you want to hide…let me see all of you. Take it as a dying woman’s wish.” his eyes flutter at your words, keeping them closed for a moment before he looks at you intensely.  

“You speak of your death so easily, as if it doesn’t matter.” he responds softly.  

You only smile up at him as the darkness closes in around you, the light of the moon illuminating his eyes.  

“Death is inevitable, and you’ve given me this precious time with you before I meet my end.  I’ll cherish every moment, every single second with you. In the time I have left…I want to see all of you.” 

You beam up at him, giving him time to take in your words. 

His eyes seem to filter through an array of emotions as you look at one another.  

Pain, fear, agony…

Longing. 

As you watch those beautiful eyes, they seem to settle as he lets out an almost resigned sigh.

“Why is it that to me, you shine brighter than the moon?” he asks suddenly, reaching out to cup your face. 

Your breath hitches at his touch and you lean into the caress.  

“How do you do this, light up everything around you?” he asks, and you just smile at him sadly, your hand cupping his as he brushes his thumb over the tear rolling down your cheek.  

“I’m only bright because you’re so used to the dark.”  You respond, but he shakes his head.  

“You’re much more than a light in the darkness.  You belong in an open field of beautiful flowers under the sun, not lighting up this oppressive night.”  

You know he’s not only referring to the shadows surrounding you, his words causing your heart to tremble, yearning even more for him. 

You can only press yourself into him, brushing back the long strands of dark hair as he swallows at your nearness.  

You can feel your very soul quiver as he wraps a strong arm around you, holding you close.  

“I much prefer the beauty of the things I can bring the light to.” you whisper softly.   

He closes his eyes and you let your hand slip behind his head, trailing your finger along the strap holding his mask in place. 

“Monsters lurk in the darkness.” he whispers in a low tone, his hand gently stopping you as he opens his eyes, the pained red bleeding into the black of his irises, almost begging you not to go any further.  

Your heart pangs at the undercurrent of distress in their depths, but you know inherently that there’s nothing for him to fear, that you only need to prove it to him. 

“I’m more afraid of the monsters that walk amongst the flowers than I ever will be of the creatures in the dark.” 

You unhook the strap and let it fall, noting the sheer agony within his eyes. 

He closes them tightly as the mask falls, revealing one of the most breathtakingly perfect faces you’ve ever seen. 

Blinking back fresh tears at his need to hide himself, you can only bask in the sight of him; his beautiful lips quiver slightly at your sharp intake of breath.

“Perhaps the beings in the dark aren’t monsters at all,”  you whisper softly, “Just lonely creatures too afraid to show themselves to the light.”  

The tears clouding your vision finally begin to fall as you gaze in complete awe at his features, his body shuddering as your words seem to stun him.   

You watch his adams apple bob as he swallows, choking back a sob at his unwillingness to look at you.

“You're stunning.” you whisper as you find your voice, letting your fingers trace his jawline, the tips of your fingers skimming along his lips.  

“You should not hide yourself from others….from me.  Your voice is beautiful, as is this face you mask.” 

Your breath catches as he leans into your touch, cupping his cheek gently as you admire him.  

“You should proudly stand above all those who would look down on you and proclaim your right as a living being, deserving of love and kindness.” 

His eyes gradually open as you speak, warily studying your face for any signs of deception, confusion playing across his sculptured features.

His lips part as you bask in the brilliance of his beauty, the moon illuminating a single sparkling tear in the corner of his eye. 

Trembling as you take in the sight of him, you are flooded by emotions long forgotten overwhelming your very soul.

“Yeosang.” you whisper, the name coming from deep within you.  

“What-? What...does that mean?” He asks softly, his voice barely audible, his brows draw together in uncertainty.

Your fingers trace the graceful line of his nose, whispering across his flawless cheek; letting your fingertips brush the dark lashes as his eyes flutter at your touch.

“Yeosang…I cannot give you much in this world but…I can give you a name. In my world, “Yeosang” means ‘sound from a high point’ in one of the languages where I am from.” 

Your hand drops down, running a palm along his throat, eyes flicking up to watch a tear trace a line down his cheek. 

Your heart aches at the myriad of emotions in his eyes, and you long to have him understand what it is you see, visually and with your heart.

How deeply he moves you; what he has come to mean to you in such a short time together. 

What you yearn for him to believe; that he is worth something. 

“Use your voice for yourself. To me, you stand above them all, so I want you to see yourself as I do.” 

You lean in to place a soft kiss to his brow, and his arms tighten around you as his breath hitches at your words. 

“You’re no monster…you’re a radiant, magnificent being trapped and abused by those who fear you. You are only hiding yourself in the shadows.”  

He lets out a choked gasp as you press another soft kiss to his cheek,  

“Yeosang…it also means ‘everything’.” You tell him. 

His eyes are hooded as they play over your features, head down as he looks at you through those dark lashes.  

He pauses before he whispers, “Everything?” 

Tilting his face up to yours, urging him to look deep within your eyes.  A swell of emotion washes over you, and you give in to the words that seem to come from the very depth of your soul. 

“Yes, Yeosang. Because you are everything….my everything.” 

His lips part as your fingers entwine into his ebony tresses, guiding his mouth to yours.  

He lets out a small whimper as your lips meet, pulling you flush against him.  

His tongue traces the seam of your lips and you part for him, urging him to take whatever it is he wants.  

Slowly, gently he cups your cheek, brushing his gloved thumb over your skin, tilting your head as he deepens the kiss. 

On a small gasp, he draws back, a look of concern washing over his exposed features, his lips drawing down in a frown.  

“Am I hurting you?” he questions, fear evident in his eyes.  

You lean forward to press your lips to his once more, settling your forehead against his as you shake your head.  

“Not at all.  Your touch is everything I’ve ever wanted…needed…” you sigh, and his eyelashes flutter as you take his hand to place it on your chest, your heart thundering in the stillness.  

“Listen…” you whisper, your eyes steady on his.  

“For you.” 

His breath hitches as you place your hand on his chest, sighing softly as you feel the increasing rhythm with every passing moment.  

It seems as though your heart syncs to the tempo of his, yearning to merge, to fuse with his very soul.  

Your eyes lock with his, the silence surrounding you seeming to fill with ever growing symphony of emotion overwhelming you for this man.

The words leave your lips, without thought, just pure and simple.

Right.

“I love you.” 

Though said on the softest of whispers, his reaction is as if a thunderclap has broken him from his reverie, his eyes sharpening as he searches your face.  

Swallowing heavily, you breathe out, “I…barely know you, and maybe I’m insane...but it’s as if I was destined to always make my way to you.” 

Your words are barely audible, your cheeks burning at the confession. 

His sudden movement catches you off guard, fear threatening to claw it’s way up your throat, worried he will push you away; that you’ve made a mistake in voicing your feelings.  

Instead, his eyes remain locked onto your as he yanks at his gloved hands, shedding the leather quickly before he reaches for you once more.  

You shudder as he tentatively traces his fingertips along your cheek, brushing away the fresh tears.  “I fear that words can do no justice to how you move me…they can only pale at the vibrant way that you’ve set me ablaze.  The words that spiral through my mind can never explain the profound strength of how I’ve come to cherish you.” 

Your heart aches at his admission, closing your eyes to the flood of emotions that wash over you, the stream of tears flowing freely as he holds you.  

Your mouths meet once more as he pulls you to him, seeming to pour every ounce of himself into the kiss he breathes into you.  

Your hand covers his as he cups your cheek, marveling at how gentle he is, how delicately he touches you.  

“Yeosang…” you murmur against his lips and his breath catches, his tongue rolling against yours as he lets out a soft moan.  

“Say it again.” He demands and you smile against his mouth, letting your hand reach up to comb through his long silken strands.  

“Yeosang. My Yeosang.” The emotions coiling in your chest, your stomach seem to coalesce into an urge so strong, so powerful that you can’t deny them.  

“Make me yours, Yeosang,” you gasp out, as if the words are speaking from your very soul.  

Your trembling is noticeable in your voice and he lets out a shaky moan as you press yourself against him.  His arousal is unmistakable as he slips his hands down your back and you gasp at the way your body responds to him.

His eyes flare open, a deep scarlet filled with lust and concern as he shakes his head at you.  

“I will not do such a thing after what you’ve been through.  Not after-” his words are hushed with a touch from your fingers, even as his hands find purchase on your hips.  

Brushing your thumb along his lower lip, you blink slowly at him, smiling gently.  

“There is nothing here besides you and I, just the two of us. You need not concern yourself about harming me in such a way..  I am making the choice.  I am choosing you.” 

His eyes soften at your words, and he lets out a soft sigh, parting his lips to take your thumb into his mouth.  

“I…want you more than I have words to describe….. yet…” his eyes shift and you furrow your brow at his hesitance. 

“I will not force you into anything-” you tell him, suddenly worried that you’re the one crossing the line here. 

“No-I want you.  I truly, truly want you…” his hands tighten on your hips as he lets out a shaky breath, hips pressing forward as if to prove his point.  

You swallow heavily at his words, heat rising up your neck as well as pooling between your legs.  

“But?” you ask him, trying not to do anything to push your own needs, holding as still as you can, to not influence his decision.

“I-” his eyes are still averted, his throat working.  

“I have never…been wanted…been with-” 

His eyes dart back to yours and you can’t help a small curl of your lips at his admission, at the rosy tint to his beautiful cheeks.  

“Is that your only concern?” You ask him softly and he blinks slowly, nodding as you run your hand over his shoulders.  

“Yeosang…” you whisper, rocking your hips gently against him, gasping at his reaction to you.  

His head tilts back, fingers digging into your hips, then your ass as he slips them down to pull you harder into him. 

You lean down to press a kiss to the hollow of his neck, letting your tongue tease at his pulse as you roll your hips against him.  

His deep, throaty moan just heightens your need for him and you dig your nails into his shoulders. 

“If that is the only reason you hold back, then let me assure you.  I want you, Yeosang.  I will show you everything, if you want to make me yours, for I intend to make you mine if you’ll let me.” 

His entire body shudders against you and his soft growl has your eyes rolling back.  

“Let me show you how I love you. Let me show you what it means to be loved.” you whisper, kissing up his neck, nibbling at his earlobe.  

“Please-” he whimpers and you press your cheek to his, eyes shuttering.  He hands halt their exploration, holding you in place as he draws back to study your eyes.

“Do you trust me?” He asks softly and you nod without hesitation. 

“Then hold tight to me.” he whispers suddenly and your arms tighten around him without question.  

“Don’t be afraid…” his voice seems to come from everywhere as you’re surrounded by a black mist, suspended within.  

Closing your eyes, you feel a sense of euphoria as weightlessness takes over, a low melodic hum seeming to come from all around.  

Before long you’re released from the mist and you open your eyes to watch him solidify in front of you as he reaches out to steady you.  

“What-?” you begin but your words are cut off at the intake of breath when you realize where he’s brought you.  

The sound of the small waterfall you’d bathed in days ago draws your eye, the canopy of trees above letting in the brilliant light of the moon.  

“I…wanted to bring you somewhere you seemed to enjoy…where you laughed…” he whispers and you turn to look at Yeosang full unmasked, standing before you. 

Your heart feels as if it’s going to leap right out of your chest, and tears flood your eyes as you process where you are.

That he thought to bring you here. 

His intense eyes study you, seeming almost nervous as he watches your reaction.  

Closing the distance quickly, you reach out to cup his face in your hands, unable to contain your bright smile.  

“Are you happy?” He asks softly, his fingers tentatively brushing away an errant tear that slips from your eye.  

“Nothing could make me happier than being here with you, right at this very moment.” You respond, and his lips part as he watches you laugh in delight.  

“Then I…am ….happy as well.” He says, his brows drawing together at the seemingly foreign emotion.  

You can only blink away tears as he reclaims your mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck.  

His lips are soft and gentle as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, splaying his hand over your lower back.  

Your tongue eagerly seeks his out, your fingers reaching up to comb through his soft, silky black hair.  The low hum seeming to emanate from his chest spurs you on, pressing yourself ever closer to him. 

The ache of desire for him shocks and captivates you, an almost forgotten feeling and it causes you to tremble uncontrollably.  

Your entire body thrums with anticipation as his hands begin exploring the length of your back, his fingers tracing your spine as he rubs his thumbs up your sides.  You bask in the sensation of being in his arms, at every single wanted touch he gifts you.  

“Tell me…once more..” He whispers between kisses, his hands slowly bunching the threadbare gown you’ve washed far too many times.  

“Tell me you want this…that you want…me…” he continues as you wrap a leg around his thigh, tilting your head back as his lips trail down your jaw.  

“Yes…yes I want you, I want all of you…” 

Your words seem to unlock whatever he was holding back and suddenly you’re beneath him, his arms on either side of you as he gazes down at you with those deep crimson eyes.  

The blades of grass are soft, tickling your skin as you part your legs, as his hands slip beneath the hem of the fragile down, his fingertips tracing up your naked thigh.  

A soft moan bubbles out of your throat at his touch, the longing ache for him causing you to tug at his shirt.  “All of you-” you gasp out, yanking, pulling at his clothing, at the straps keeping him from you.  

A frantic moment is spent as he helps you, removing his belts, then his shirt.  His long hair surrounds his face as he looks down at you before he lunges to capture your lips with his once more.  

The rush of the waterfall seems like nothing compared to the rage of need between the two of you, as he gently yet firmly presses against you; as you desperately urge him on.

“More-please- '' you gasp, and his fingers comply, pulling the material of your dress up over your hips, his hand splaying over the flesh of your stomach.

“Anything you want-anything-” He whispers, his teeth nipping your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before he trails kisses down your jaw.  

“I need to feel you-” you murmur, your hands skimming down his back to yank angrily at his pants, and he quickly sheds them. You get a quick glimpse of his naked muscled form above you before he returns his mouth to your throat, sucking and licking the sensitive flesh as he pushes your flimsy gown higher up.   

With a grunt, he pulls it up over your head, then tosses it to the side.  His dark eyes scan your bare chest hungrily before he returns to exploring your mouth with his.  

As his body settles against you, the welcome weight of him pressing into you, you let out a loud moan.  His hips jerk as his rigid length rubs along your damp slit, a strangled cry escaping his throat as he presses his face into your neck.

Running your hand along his spine, you place soft kisses on the crown of his head, holding him as he shudders in your arms.  

“So much…” he whispers, humming softly as you feel moisture against the skin of your neck.  

“Take your time…I’m right here…” you reassure him gently, trailing your fingers through his hair.  

The melody of the night surrounds you as he breathes into you, the moonlight illuminating your naked entwined bodies as he slowly raises his head, lips parted as he gazes down upon you.  

“As am I, precious.” His voice echoes through your mind, his rich warm eyes engulfing you as he rocks his hips forward.  

His words shake you to your core. Your back arches as the underside of his cock slips through your folds, your longing moan melding with his low gasp.  As his arms slips beneath you, you wrap a leg around his hip, meeting his movements with your own.

Your eyelids flutter as he rocks his hips, his tip rubbing along your clit as he watches every reaction, eyes glued to your face.  

“Soft…” he hums, voice deep and low as his cock pulses against you, “So warm and soft…” he looks down between you as he wets himself with your moisture.  

“Your scent is making me dizzy…” he whispers, his hand delving between you to gather the pooling liquid seeping from you, from his touch, his words.

Crying out as his fingertips explore your cunt, he shudders as his eyes lock back onto your face.  “This…?” He breathes out, his thumb flicking back over your clit, gasping along with you as you moan at his touch.  

“Yes! Oh…god…” you whimper as he draws his hips back, the head of his cock pressing firmly against your eager entrance.  You can feel his body tense as he feels your walls give slightly, halting with just the tip against you.  

“You…asked me to..make you mine…” he shudders, eyes slowly closing, then opening to stare deeply into yours.  “Do you truly wish to be mine?” 

His question moves you; on the very verge of claiming you, he has enough concern for you to check once more.  

To worry, to care.

You’ve never wanted anything more in your life.

“I long for nothing more…I want…no…” you whisper, your voice shaking as you reach up to cup his cheek “I need you more than I need breath.” 

He licks his lips and seems to glow with radiance at your confession, the silvery light of the moon illuminating his glorious face.  

“As you wish.” He hums softly as he pushes forward, causing you to cry out in bliss as he finally joins with you. 

The sensation of him stretching you rips a moan from your throat, your pleasure only heightened by his gorgeous features contorting in pure ecstasy as he fills you slowly.  

You watch him struggle to keep his eyes open, to watch your every reaction as he buries himself within you.  Shuddering, his lashes flutter as your walls grip him tightly.  

You lift your hips, rocking them gently beneath him as you bask in his every expression. 

How his nose scrunches; how his lips part as his hips begin to move in time with yours. 

“Mine…” his voice catches on the word, trailing off into a deep moan.  

“Yours.” Your response seems to free him from any lingering hesitance as he brings his fingers up to his lips, his tongue flicking out to taste the moisture on them.  

“FUCK-” His crimson eyes flash open as he thrusts forward, crashing his mouth against yours, letting you taste yourself on his eager tongue.  

Wordlessly, he begins to set a steady pace as you wrap yourself around him, encouraging him with every touch, every breath.  

His low moans grow louder as he draws yours out, the sound of your bodies meeting melding with the sound of the environment around you.

The rush of the waterfall, the hum of the chirping insects serving as an ode to your union, your cries intertwining with his to create a melody that is playing out between the two of you.  

“Yeosang-!” you sing to him, his deep throaty cries lost in the flesh of your throat as he licks, then nips the skin.

“I-I love you-” he growls almost too low to hear but your soul resonates as if he screamed them to the heavens.  

Your cries reach a crescendo as his sharp teeth nick your skin, the steadily building coil in your womb exploding at the heated sting of your skin being pierced.  

Tightening your arms around him as he marks you, wave after wave of rapture shaking your body, he continues to pound into you.   

“M-mine-” he stutters, licking the fresh mark, soothing it with kisses. 

His words are cut short as you guide him into a roll, his eyes widening as his back is now on the plush grass beneath you.  

“As you’re mine-” you gasp, still trembling from the powerful climax.  His hands settle on your hips as you grip his shoulders, settling your thighs on either side of his.  

Your eyes hold his as you rock your hips, reveling in how they roll back as your wet heat trickles between you, as your cunt grips him firmly as if to never let go.  

“I love you-” you moan as you lift yourself, drawing out his deep moans as you slide back down.  

“You’re my everything, Yeosang…” you murmur, arms wrapping around his neck as he sits up to claim your words with his mouth.

“Always.” He whispers as his hands slide down your back to cup your ass, lifting you, guiding you faster, harder down onto him.  

Throwing your head back, your eyes flutter open to gaze at the brilliant moon, memorizing this sacred moment; joined with him, his melodic voice filling the empty reaches of your soul as his body fills yours completely.

His lips capture your nipple as your movements become desperate, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.  The searing sensation as he sucks harshly at the sensitive nub has you crying out loudly, tears pricking your eyes.  

“More-louder-for me-” He rasps out, and your eyes dart down to see his eyes locked on you above him.  

Clenching ever tighter around him, you give in to him and release your voice into the night sky, crying out wordlessly as you ride him.  

His own frantic cries mix with yours as your fingers wrap into the strands of his hair, pressing your forehead to his as you feel him begin to tremble violently underneath you.  

“Come for me-” you beg him harshly, your breath hitching as you shake in his arms.  

“With me-” you urge as his eyes hold yours, his moans becoming low whines; his crimson eyes darkening as he finally chokes out your name.  

You’re both lost in each other’s gazes as his arms wrap around you; pulling you down onto him with inhuman strength as he loses himself in you, to you.  

The explosion of his voice spirals you into your own orgasm as he bursts, the torrent of his climax mixing with yours in a raging flood.  

His cries are frenzied as he empties himself deep inside of you, his cock throbbing as he clutches you tightly against him.  

Your head spins at the power behind your joining, the sensation of floating, suspended beyond space and time.  

Only this moment matters, this singular piece of your life, in his arms.  

Together.

Connected.  

Time seems to fall back into place as the noises around you slowly return, a low hum resonating through your body from Yeosang’s as he holds you against him.  

Finally, after an eternity of silence, you allow yourself to speak.

“I love you.” 

The warmth of his gaze says everything as his lips claim yours.  

His hands and mouth speak louder than any words as you give in to him once more, again and again through the long, blissful night.

“I will not return you.” 

Yeosang stands staring off into the distance as you rise, the morning sun appearing to form a halo around the beautiful fae man.

His words cause your heart to stutter, halting your movements as you go to pull your worn gown over your head.  

“-w-what?” you say softly, as hope begins to bloom in your chest.  

Facing away from you, his shoulders tense, he merely shakes his head, turning to gaze at you. His eyes are full of love, concern, weariness as gives you a gentle smile.

“I refuse to surrender you to -” he can’t seem to bring himself to say it, turning away from you to look off into the forest.

The bright sounds of birds echo through the clearing, the peaceful ambiance of the morning accentuated with the musical cascade of the waterfall.  

You walk up behind him, tracing your fingers down his arm before entwining your fingers with his.  He looks down at your hand in his, his profile a glorious sight now that he's abandoned his mask.

He turns to look at you, pain in his eyes mixed with a longing you understand all too well.  You both know all too well that with hope, with dreams come obstacles.

Obstacles that threaten the very happiness you've both just discovered within one another, and your chest tightens with terror at what may threaten it.

Yet right now, your only with is to stay with him, for him to stay with you. 

Forever.

“What...what about those you told me of? Will-will they come for you?” You ask him softly as he pulls you into his embrace, as his beautiful crimson eyes softening at your concern.

“That matters little, compared to what awaits you if we return.”  He hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead.  His deflection doesn't go unnoticed, though.

A frown tugs at your lips, a sudden pang of fear causing you to clutch him tightly.

“Will they hunt you down?” You ask breathlessly, hoping he will deny it, yet knowing the truth already.

He inhales slowly, looking away once more as he lets out a long sigh.  “That is not something you need to worry about, precious.  I will not let any harm come to you, not as long as I draw breath.” 

“What about the harm that can come to you?” You shiver at the very thought, how he could be hurt...killed.... because of you.  

His gaze rests on your worried features, those crimson eyes hardening in resolve, studying yours as he cups your face in his hands. 

“Whatever harm may befall me, nothing will keep me from protecting you with my very life. I swear it upon my very soul.” His lips brush yours as his gaze darts down to the mark on your neck.

“We belong to one another, and nothing in this realm or the next will keep us apart.  I won't lose you, nor will you lose me. This I promise you.”

“Where is he?!” the captain’s voice reverberates through the keep.  “I sent him out to bring her back ages ago! How dare such a wretched creature not obey his master with haste?” 

All within earshot cower from the rage oozing from the giant fae, and those within the room tremble at his wrath. 

“How hard is it to find a simple human? A small, fragile female doesn't stand a chance. He should have been back within days. How long has it been?” He turns to a small boggart in the corner.  

“Three weeks, my liege.” the creature's voice rasps out, eyes darting around in fear.  

“Three weeks?” The captain’s hands clench tightly as his jaw tics.  “Never before has he failed to complete his tasks immediately. Shade knows his place among us, he wouldn't fail to fulfill a mission."

"He knows the punishment that awaits a simple delay... there is only one answer." His momentary silence seems to cause more terror than his previous outburst.

The dry laugh that escapes the large fae is laden with venom, sharp enough to cut.

"It seems that our obedient hound is trying to break his leash."

The air is tense as the lesser fae wait on their captain's orders.

“It’s time to show him who he answers to.  I’ve long been too lenient with that vile monster.”

He turns to rake his eyes over the fae gathered in the large room, black eyes oozing rage as he gives his command.

“Bring me that rabid mutt’s head. It’s time for the hunter to become the hunted.”

[hypnolurker]

Melanie Moo-ves to Greener Pastures

ORIGINAL IMAGE FOUND HERE

Melanie was disgusted by the place they took her. Several burly men had grabbed her, injected her and thrown her in a van. After the long drive, most of which she spent unconscious, they arrived at this place. It was like a sort of farm filled with naked women.

What she hated was how they all acted. They wandered around the field pathetically like animals, jaws hanging open and tits hanging down. It made her shiver. This was debasing and a disgrace to all women. What could be wrong with these demented women? Why didn’t they try to escape? She saw guards nearby but surely some of them would at least try…

She wasn’t so lucky. When she first arrived she had only a view of the field from the barn where she was more closely monitored. Along with a few other new arrivals she was subjected to horrible torture. They fucked her in the pussy and ass with sex toys of increasing sizes, gradually stretching her holes and blurring her vision as she screamed for mercy. Every time she screamed they whipped her. She still screamed though…she couldn’t bare this…

Every morning an injection, followed by a feeding. She wasn’t fed normally like she would have dinner at home, her food here came in a trough where she would have to bend down alongside the other women and cover her face in food as she gobbled the bland slop to satiate her intense hunger.

This made her thirsty. Regrettably. She didn’t want to be thirsty. If she wanted to quench her thirst she was only able to do so by suckling on a hollow phallus filled with something that was like water but didn’t quite taste right. Still she impaled her face on the thing, often pushing other women out of the way desperate for a drink.

On top of the drugs and the training was conditioning. ‘You are a dumb cow. You have no brain. You are always horny.’ They repeated it over and over and it swirled around in her head, never quite managing to shut it out. Even when they stopped conditioning her she could hear the incessant mooing of the women in the field.

It was degrading. She felt so angry and yet she could also feel something growing within her. The drugs they pumped her full of numbed her. Everything seemed hazy and days passed so quickly. She would look out from the barn and yearn for the freedom of the field where the mindless creatures wandered. She didn’t think of them as women, not after watching them for long enough. They didn’t speak to each other or do anything other than crawl and eat really.

She wondered if they still could speak. After weeks of this training…or months…or…she wasn’t sure how long but after this amount of time her tongue was limp. She hadn’t conversed with the other women in here as any time she tried they would shock her or give her another fucking session. Those were becoming worse as well. Whatever the drugs were they didn’t just numb the pain but they also made any stimulation more intense. Each time they fucked her holes now she moaned in pleasure. It made her feel sick but at the same time she thrived on the shallow comfort of incredible the orgasms they gave her.

More days passed and she still stared at the field, hopeful she would be allowed to wander there soon. She could see one of the other women there now, she looked so peaceful and happy compared to when she was first brought in and kept in the farmhouse. All that pleading and begging and crying…she could remember when she used to cry. She wasn’t sure why she did it anymore. It was so easy just to get fucked and suck and be a dumb animal.

She had recently taken to mooing instead of talking when she was fucked or sometimes just because she had a thought and wasn’t sure how else to express it. It just felt right. She could hear the other girls mooing. It must be right. They were like her. She was like them. They were all cows. Horny cows who lived to be fucked.

One of the men came to her not long after and lead her out into the field. She was so pleased to be able to wander with her fellow cows. The man even unzipped his pants and let her suck his dick. It was difficult as the other cows all gathered around, mouths open and drooling as they desperately clamoured for a taste themselves and she pushed and kicked them away. It was like that whenever one of the farmhands was nearby, they were all so horny and dumb.

She watched from her pen as a van arrived and struggling women were led to the farmhouse, smiling. Soon they would understand that they were mindless cows, just like her.

[the-twisted-tales-tavern]

Twisted Gif Set: Rough Sex 1.C

Perhaps attempting to steal from a flaming pirate ship would've been a good idea for Imogen if she cmae prepared, instead she stumbled upon mighty Grimmhorn and his infernal lusts~☆

(Rough sex and Non-con, maybe mindbreak if you're up for it, have fun!)

Rough Sex: 1C

Imogen was beyond relieved when her plea for a parlay had been heard. The fiendish foes of the flaming pirate ship was far from the ghost crew they'd been told to expect—but a ship was a ship, and any ship was a way off this island and toward their destination. All she needed to do was convince the captain that they were worth keeping around, and they'd be home free—and with a little mental magic, she could ensure they'd be sailing comfortably.

Unfortunately for her, mind tricks didn't exactly work on the captain.

"You stupid cow~!" the hellish minotaur captain bellowed out in a roar that shook the interior of his cabin, and made Imogen shudder with every fiber of her being. "You dare try and trick me?! You fool~!! Now you'll pay the price~!! Take it, you dumb bitch~!!"

As if Imogen had any other option—the minotaur had utterly overpowered her the moment she'd tried to slip into his mind, and with his incredible strength he'd held her firm as he'd ripped the clothes from her figure, spun her around and shoved her up against the wall, and slammed every last inch of his two-foot-long bovine bitch breaker into her folds! It was a wonder she hadn't lost her mind on the first thrust, just her voice—screaming so loud she couldn't hear the conflict continuing outside.

"You wanted a parlay—well, here it is~!" Grimmhorn snarled into her ear, and Imogen gasped as she felt one of his powerful hands wrap around her slender neck and shoulder, holding her firmly in place as he railed on her—his every thrust felt like a punch to the gut. "You get to live~!! From now on, you are my cow~!! Mine to fuck and breed and break however much I want~!! Now moo, you dumb cow~!!"

His command was followed by a firm smack to her ass—in the moment, Imogen wasn't sure whether it came from his hand or just his crashing hips as they smacked against her. The lavender-haired sorceress cried out in pure desperation, her voice shaky and broken. "P-Please~! N-No more~! N-No mo-OOOO~!!"

Her pleas, though, broke as she felt his cock slam hard into the back of her womb—and as she felt his molten hot cum erupt into her, she felt the moan come out unbidden and unwanted. But try as she might to resist, she couldn't stop herself—her lips parting in a wanton moaning like a cow, her body shuddering as she felt herself filled, over and over again, her eyes slowly going hazy as the pleasure overtook her own pain and anguish.

And Grimmhorn, grinning wickedly, pulled his new cow away from the wall and towards his bed, eager to continue his work.

[hazyy-moomoo]

yknow i think every girl (especially fakeboys :3) should make it part of their routine to play with their boobs, going so long without a reminder of one of ur most important purposes (psst.. its to produce milk by the wayy :3) is awful for a female mind </3 especially if theres no superior men in their lives to remind them of that fact

set timers on ur phones girlies :3 even if ur not trying to induce lactation its what we should be doing!!

18+, minors DNI.

[coyote-kiddo]

just wanted to pop in and say i love how u edit photos! the soft hazy and almost blurry look is so babyreg coded i love it 🥺

-moo-moos

thank you moo :D

[cowshapedwoman]

I want to write longer moo posts more but it’s soooo hard to

When I think mooo thoughts like about having a cute farmhand gently yet firmmly milking mee, or being pet and told howw good of a cow I amm, my head gets hazy and fuzzyy and when things are hazzy it’s harder to wwrite

I’ll doo my best though mooo moo mooooooo

[julierysava]

🐄🌌 Moo-ving Through the Milky Way: Exploring the Cosmic Connection! 🌟🚀

Hey there, Tumblr pals! 🌈🐮 Today, we're embarking on a cosmic journey to explore the fascinating connection between cows and the Milky Way galaxy. Join me as we delve into this celestial mystery and uncover the wonders of the universe! 🌌✨

🌟 Galactic Grazers: Did you know cows have a special place in the cosmos? In Hindu mythology, the cow is revered as a symbol of motherhood, nourishment, and abundance. Some ancient cultures even believed cows were celestial beings, with a direct connection to the heavens above. 🌟🐄 #CosmicCows #CelestialGrazers

🌿 Stardust Suppers: Every atom in our bodies, including those in cows, was forged in the heart of a star billions of years ago. That means when we enjoy a glass of milk or a juicy steak, we're quite literally consuming stardust! Talk about a cosmic connection at the dinner table. 🌟🥛 #StardustSuppers #CosmicCuisine

🚀 The Milky Way: Speaking of cosmic connections, let's talk about the Milky Way galaxy! Named for its hazy appearance in the night sky, the Milky Way is home to billions of stars, planets, and cosmic wonders. It's a vast and beautiful tapestry has inspired awe and wonder for millennia. 🌌🔭 #MilkyWayMarvels #StellarSpectacle

🌾 Heavenly Herds: In some cultures, there's a belief cows are guided by celestial forces as they graze under the night sky. Whether it's the twinkling stars or the gentle glow of the moon, cows are said to find comfort and guidance in the cosmic canopy above. 🌟🐮 #HeavenlyHerds #StarryGrazing

Let's celebrate the magical bond between cows and the cosmos! Share your thoughts, cosmic musings, or favorite celestial cow tales in the comments below. Let's keep the cosmic conversation moo-ving! 🌟🌿 #CosmicConnections #MilkyWayMysteries #MooAndTheStars 🌌🐄

[searenbound]

Imagine hybrid bull!bakugou scheduled to breed the farms newest heifer cow!reader. She’s so stubborn and pushy but he easily puts her in her place over a breeding rack. She’s so squishy and pliant once he’s settled into her, he’s a big mean bull and he’s not gonna let an inexperienced cow bother him… my brain is only full of bull bakugou, it’s a hybrid that don’t get enough love ;w;

Listen I’m obsessed with cute moo-moos and have been wanting an excuse to talk about it for a while now so thank you

Warnings: breeding kink, size difference, attempted brat reader, female reader as requested, written with plus sized readers in mind, hybrid au, little bit of dub-con

Pairing: bull! Katsuki Bakugou x heifer! Reader

She didn’t want to want this. Didn’t care for the fact that the human caretakers insisted on her being bred. She wasn’t a fool she understood her heat would’ve made her a target regardless, but she didn’t want her first calf to be conceived just because it was decided that this was best.

She especially didn’t want to want the cocky bull sniffing at her.

Bakugou was somewhat intimidating to her small and plump stature. Long horns that juts out from either side of his head and curved upwards into sharp points. Muscular build from days of hard work in the fields, wild blonde hair and piercing red eyes.

He made her nervous. Made her body scream out for his child. Pissed her independent mind off to no end just by looking at her like that.

“I don’t care if they choose you, I didn’t” she huffed without thinking, shifting her weight to one side and crossing her arms over her chest. A stubborn look on her face that screamed ‘try me’. A good foot and half smaller then him, yet so certain that she could defy him and intimidate him into giving up.

He was falling in love with her already.

“Huh?” he rasped, pulling her closer by her plush hips “You think I don’t smell how needy you are? Stop being stubborn heifer, you’re in heat aren’t ya?”. He payed no mind to her surprised squeal or the shaky glare set on him, she clearly wasn’t as tough as she thought. It was cute honestly.

“F-fuck off! I-I told you I-” she attempted to push at him create distance between them only to be interrupted by him turning her around and pushing her over the damned breeding rack, a callused hand running over her thigh. Squishing and kneading at her soft doughy body part while his other hand pushed clothing out of his way.

“I-I-I, tch I’ll believe you when you can say it without looking like you’re gonna piss yourself” he mocked, running a finger along her delicate sex. Snorting when he discovered just how wet she really was.

“All that fighting, and for what? You-” he paused at the shaky little breath she gave and the nervous glance back and it clicked. “Stop worrying, I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m not that much of an ass” he grumbled, he almost forgot how inexperienced she was. He’d probably scared her with his attitude towards her.

He’d have to make sure to make it up to her.

He didn’t give her time to think of a smart response. His fingers set to work on opening her up for him and pressing heated kisses to her back.

She almost felt embarrassed by her reactions. Her heat finally getting the better of her and making her feel hazy and lightheaded. Only able to focus on the way he touched her and how she wanted more.

It wasn’t fair at all how easy he was able to switch gears on her. How he went from infuriatingly smug and pissing her off to making her want his calf in such a short time.

How just his fingers alone was getting her close and pulling noises she never heard from herself out.

“You gonna cum for me already? Gonna make my hand all dirty huh?” she found it especially annoying how easy it is for him to read her.

“Bakugou pleas- ah!” a sharp tug on her tail and kiss to her temple interrupted her “It’s Katsuki, understand?”

“Katsuki” she repeated, earning another kiss “Katsuki, please gonna cum, wanna, want… want…” she trailed off too embarrassed by her sudden change of heart to continue.

“Oi, use your words heifer, what do you want?” he demanded, fingers speeding up, hurtling her even closer to edge.

“A calf! F-fuck! G-give me a calf please want one w- aha!” she yelled out when he pushed into her. “Big, so b-big” she babble, mind blanking on anything else as she came undone.

All Bakugou could do was laugh at her dazed response, amused by her sudden change in temperament and desperation for a baby to be fucked into her. He barely let her adjust, just as eager to be breeding her as she seemed to be bred.

“What happened to that attitude huh?” he growled tugging her head back to give her a sloppy kiss “Even told me to fuck off, what makes you think you deserve a calf huh?”. She whimpered, shifting all her weight onto her forearms while he played roughly with her clit, his other hand sliding up her body before settling on her breasts, pinching and rolling her perked buds.

“S-sorry, so sorry” she hiccuped, feeling his cock slid in out of her so perfectly. “Won’t pick fights with me again yeah?” he questioned, pressing a few kisses on her shoulder and neck “Gonna be a good girl right?”. “Yes! Please! I promise!”

He hummed as if thinking about it rubbing his hands over her soft stomach “Want my calf so bad huh?”.

His voice was dripping with lust as he spoke “wanna be bred huh?”. She whined desperately, barely clinging to her sanity “Pease!”.

He groaned in response, his pace picking up and jostling her forwards as she took the full force his thrust. “Gonna take my cum, you better not let go to waste, got it?” He grunted, burying himself deep inside, feeling her fall over the edge with him.

He almost hoped it would take her longer to get knocked up, just so he could keep breeding her over and over again.

[randomfandomkizzy]

idk if you did this yet but can we get a moondrop x gender neutral reader who wont leave their phone alone for a second during nap time at the daycare?

As someone who works at a daycare and has a REALLY bad habit of messing on my phone while the kids are sleeping. I felt this... Thank you for the request! Sorry it has taken so long :(

Moondrop/Sundrop x GN Reader

It was nap time and all the kids were getting ready for their naps, either snuggled up in their cots already asleep or being put to sleep by the daycare attendants counter part. You sat in your assigned room with the kids and gently rubbed a little girls back to help her fall asleep all while scrolling through social media on your phone. You glanced up as Moondrop walked into the room holding a little boy who was practically drooling in his sleep, a visibly annoyed look on Moondrops face. He gave you a slight glare and motioned with his head for you to help him get the little boy settled down in his spot. You carefully got up and moved the blanket for Moon so he could set down the kid before you tucked them in. "Is that all of them?" He nodded and glanced at your phone. "Stay off your phone....It's Naptime..." You rolled your eyes and nodded "Fine, fine, I'll just stare at a wall for an hour and a half and hope that I don't die of boredom..." He gave you an unamused look before walking towards the door to leave. "Good."

You waited till he was completely out of sight before pulling your phone back out. Obviously you loved your job so you would occasionally set it down and make your way around the room to make sure everyone was sleeping okay but for the most part you stayed in your chair reading on your phone. You got a good twenty minutes of reading in your comfy chair till the hazy red glow of Moondrop appeared in the room again. You looked up at him with an unimpressed look, setting your phone in your lap. He towered over you with his arms crossed, tapping his foot in slight annoyance. "Naughty naughty..." You sighed and gave an over dramatic eye role. "I'm still watching the kids Moo-" However before you could even finish your sentence he had stretched his arm out and snatched your phone away, hiding it away in one of his many compartments on his body. "Wha-! What the fuck dude!" You stood up as you whisper shouted, carefully making your way over to him to attempt to find your phone. Thankfully you knew where some of their hidden spaces were, Sunny loved to hide some of your stuff from you and make it into a game however this time the game felt a bit more dangerous with Moondrop. You reached up but his hand immediately stopped you, looking down at you with a slight frown. "No. Phones." You groaned in frustration and attempted to pull your hand out of his grasp with your other to no avail. He snickered at your attempts to free yourself, watching in amusement. "This is embarrassing to watch..." You gritted your teeth and glared up at him, he's fucking lucky you love him so much. He let go of your hand and held up your phone above his head with his other, a comically large smirk plastered on his face. "I. Swear. To. God/Satan. If you don't give me my phone back right now I'm going to-" he leaned down, face inches from yours. "Do what?~ Tell Sunny? Fight me? No, starlight you are absolutely useless against me~" You glared at him with a faint blush. You were about ready to deck him in the shoulder when you both suddenly looked over at one of the kids who had sat up, tears rolling down their cheeks as they sniffed loudly. Moon glanced at you, knowing all he'd do is scare the little one if he came close to them while they were awake, So you walked over to child.

You crouched down next to the little girl who was crying, hugging her Freddy Fazbear Pizza Plex Exclusive Sundrop Plushie™ close to her chest. You wrapped an arm around her and gently rubbed her back as she leaned into you. "What's wrong little one?" She sniffed again before wiping her nose with her sleeve. "D-do you and Mr. Moon hate each other now?" Her question took you aback before you chuckled. "No of course not...He is just telling me to get off my phone, I was being a rule breaker" She nodded slightly as she glanced up at Moondrop. He had adjusted himself to lean over the two of you, looking her over with an unreadable expression. The little girl shrank back slightly before she yawned and closed her eyes, feeling safe in your arms. Slowly she started to fall back asleep on you. Once asleep you gently layed her down and stood up, running a hand through your hair. "Fine. You win. I'll stay off my phone..." He smirked, pulling you close to him. "Thank you.."

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I went back and forth on the ending a bunch, it's not nearly as good as it could be but I couldn't find a good way to end it without it seeming like it needed way more than I wanted to write. Anyways. Thank y'all so much for all the attention on my stuff! I absolutely love writing, I'm not amazing at it but I have good ideas...I hope you all enjoyed and feel free to request some more in the future. Thank you! Peace!!

[sunkingwrites]

-RESET PLAYER- 

<.YES.>    <.NO.>

Are you going to press that?

Your save file hasn’t been doing too well. There was that one time you forgot to water your crops in favour of going mining, but you ended up finding a ruby for your favourite villager.

You could still press the button; you’re free to reset everything at any given time.

You could restart, skip the tutorial during the first cutscene, and reintroduce yourself to that villager with the prior knowledge that they love rubies. 

You would be ahead if you pressed it. Knowledge of secret foraging spots and what to buy first in the shops for maximum crop yield. 

If it's just your appearance you want to change instead of resetting your save file, that's entirely possible as well, for the correct sum of gold; usually around 15 million. But hey, apparently that's the price you have to pay to magically change your bone structure and the choice to wear either a skirt, pants, or shorts.

You know about the want and reward system designed to keep you playing. You don't completely understand why or how it works, but as you steal a look out your curtained window, realisation dawns- you can see the sun peeking through the trees around your yard.

A release of dopamine; you feel a strange sense of pride knowing that you spent the whole night completing achievements that could only be earned through hours on the game or with cheats. Even as you pause your gameplay for only a minute to take a sip of water, you itch to get back. The longing for digital rolling hills and twangy townsquare tunes has your eyes glued to the screen, the game is pulling you in, all wavy pixels of nature and farmland-

You're back to playing.

It’s been a while since you last came out of your room. There’s an empty water bottle on your desk that you rationed to avoid going to the bathroom, and a bag of chips: barbeque, half-eaten, pushed off to the side. You haven’t checked your phone since you saw the sun coming up hours ago. You can guess who would’ve tried to contact you, and none of them own the game.

They would just distract you.

There’s a hazy idea in your head of what day of the week it is, so you bring up the calendar on the bottom right of your screen; it’s two days past what you had thought. A twitch of panic has your hand momentarily frozen on the mouse, but you’re brought back to the farm as a cow moos in what you interpret as it needing to be milked. 

Problems, responsibilities, and prior engagements don’t hold any weight of importance or urgency as you scale a mountain on the outskirts of town. You’re after a special kind of crystal that you overheard the town’s storyteller raving about. 

Your eyes are unfocused, your throat is dry, and your fingers feel as if they could cramp up at any moment- then they do. Pulling your hand away from the keyboard to massage it, you hear a faint cry from your overheating computer. You’re falling. Your character is dropping through the air, a tiny computerised scream retching itself from the body of pixels, until…

Splat. 

-ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO LEAVE?- 

You tilt your head back to take in the view of the ceiling and contemplate the damage, a small, disappointed sigh moves past your lips. You click onto the menu screen, a hopeless gaze.

<.YES.>     <.NO.>

[cowsaves]

What Love Breeds - Ch 10

No wonder Essie was running dry.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

Essie is wiped again, and again, and again. For the next five consecutive days, Essie finds herself in that blank white room until a pink spiral windmills her brain to nothingness. Amelia’s interns return her to her pen a giggling mess, the barn darkened with artificial night and the rest of her herd deeply asleep. They no longer connect Essie to her IV, the equipment removed from her pen entirely. With her regiment of growth shots finished, her food specifically engineered for her, and mind purged, there is no longer any use for it. It has the interns asking why they didn’t wipe her in the first place, though they know better than to say as much anywhere near Dr. McCarthy. Essie wobbles to the ground and under the cover of deep blue lighting, her body takes her to a gentle rest as if primal knowledge of the night sky feeds it instruction. The transformations of her body, though, are anything but gentle. Her additional supplements have kicked in, and by nightfall, her tits are sloshing with the extra growth.

And, just as it has every night for the last month, the barn door creaks open. A lone man hurries through the rows of stalls, glancing over his shoulder and hustling silently to his destination: Essie’s stall.

Jason Shaw licks his lips, his fingers twitching at his sides. He’s so close to what he desperately needs. He whispers, “Essie, wide awake.”

Essie bobbles into an upright position, her eyes bleary and drool drying against her cheek. She blinks her vision into focus, a dull smile growing into place as she recognizes Jason. For the past four to five weeks, this would’ve been where Jason put her into trance. Where he made sure that she would remember nothing about what was to come, only the deep sleep she’ll return to once he’s gotten what he craves. But, evidently, it was too much for her. She was still the same, difficult girl they’d worked so hard to fix, her memories sticking together and giving her migraines. But now, once her mind has been wiped into oblivion? Well, she might be just right.

Jason commands, “Follow,” and undoes the latch on her gate.

She’s automatically obedient and at his heels. Jason weaves them through the barn to the emergency exit he’s had conveniently disconnected from the alarm system. He pushes past it and brings Essie into the pasture, the true night sky above them and a warm breeze filtering through the grass. He pushes Essie down to her knees and positions her arms at her sides to support her. Her eyes are hazy and half-lidded, just as they should be by now. Jason joins her on the ground and is palming her tits within the same moment. His throat burns with anticipation, but he forces himself to double-check his work.

“Essie, where are you right now?” He asks, his voice sharp and desperate.

“Uh,” Essie says. The longer she spends trying to answer his question, the further from it she gets. “Huh?” she giggles.

“Oh, yes, baby. You’re perfect,” Jason hisses. Essie blushes and opens her mouth as Jason takes her dripping tit between his lips and all Essie can do is moan. He sucks hard and fast, her sweet milk coursing through him, and groans against her flesh. His free hand wants to find purchase on her other tit, gripping tightly as his body goes rigid with pleasure, but he knows from experience that’s a mistake. He can’t afford to lose a single drop of her, not at this point. He’s too far gone.

The longer Jason drinks, the further Essie spreads her legs. Her pussy is soaking wet and oozing onto the patch of grass beneath her. Each tug at her tit has her cunt throbbing and leaking. Essie tries to spread herself as far down as she can to reach the grass, the dirt, anything to grind against, but her body won’t lower itself quite far enough. She humps against the air, the warm breeze stimulating her just by its gusts, and moos mournfully into the open sky. Jason locks his other hand on her thick, jiggling thigh and presses his weight against her. Her milk dribbles down his chin as he gasps for breath, licks his lips, and wraps his mouth around her once again.

In the early weeks, his jaw would tire at a certain point. Jason brought a thermos along for all he couldn’t take into himself directly. Though, the thermos quickly became problematic at work. He’d gulp it back, his mind quickly becoming addled with the need for more, and excuse himself for the day under the pretense of a headache.

Now, though, he was free to take as much from Essie as he desired.

As Jason feels her tit’s stream thinning, he moves on to the next. Essie’s moans are louder now that her mind is free of itself, pleasure and bodily experiences the only thing left in her pretty little head. The more she pants the more milk she pushes through herself and into Jason. She grunts shakily through her open mouth as her tongue hangs loose, her noises nothing more than primal. Jason swallows over and over, unaware of his own grunts as his dick hardens between his legs, straining against his slacks. He takes both hands to either side of her breast and squeezes, concentrating her gush to the back of his throat and feeling its warmth flow through his body. Essie’s moans become high, whining moos as Jason comes close to draining her. As her body drips dry, Jason releases Essie and revels in her taste. The sweet, fruit-like quality of her thick, creamy milk wraps itself around his own mind and his cock. After five days of restraining himself, waiting for Essie to be completely and totally wiped when he drank from her again, he feels his head drifting toward the stars dotted above. Slowly, his breathing evens to the rhythm of Essie softly mooing over herself. Looking down at himself, Jason registers the surges of milk that darken his shirt, and the tip of his dick wetting his crotch.

Jason’s mind is spinning and his urges are not satisfied. He clumsily removes his belt and tosses it into the grass, yanking his pants and boxers to his ankles as he pushes Essie onto her back. She lands in the grass with a soft thud, her legs still bent at the knees. Jason stumbles down to her and lifts her hips to meet his thighs. His mind is clouded with the taste of Essie, with the feel of her between his teeth, with every part of her soft flesh. Without ceremony or thought, he thrusts fully into Essie’s sloppy wet cunt. She moos as her eyes roll back in her head, the fullness she didn’t know she needed finally inside her. Jason starts pumping into her frantically, building speed as the euphoria of her milk fully hits him. He pants with his mouth open wide, tongue dangling, like a cow in heat. Essie mirrors him below, his drool landing on her stomach and rolling up towards her chest and face. White droplets of milk bead at the points of her nipples, the sight pushing Jason to bottom out inside her. Essie cries out as his hips slap against her, his dick penetrating her deeper than Essie’s ever known. Or, deeper than Essie can remember.

Jason cries out as he finishes inside her, his massive load consuming them both. His own scent mixes with Essie’s and draws the pair closer. Essie, still panting, grinds down against his cock as he softens and draws himself from her. They’re both painted in his sticky white fluid, trails of his cum stringing from her to him like webbing. Jason wipes himself on his boxers and pulls his pants back to his waist, commando. His mind is clearing slightly, his desires sated for the moment, as he tells Essie, “Up tall.”

She wobbles to her full height, squirming and shifting from leg to leg as she does, his cum dripping down her thighs. She stumbles into Jason’s chest, her tits already filling once again thanks to her increased supplements. They leave two more blots of milk on his shirt, and Jason leans down to kiss the top of her head. “Good girl,” he murmurs. She quivers in his hands.

Leading Essie back to her stall, Jason feels more solid and aligned than he has all week. He settles her into her pen, and she curls back to sleep without instruction. He admires the way she functions now, simply listening to her body and following its simple commands. He latches her gate and works his way across the building to his office, grounded enough that he might be able to get some actual work done. At least, until dawn, when the insatiable urge finds him once again.

When Tommy enters the barn the next morning, the herd is still drowsy, lazily chewing through their breakfast. He carries Essie’s on its own platter, her supplements chunked throughout it to meet McCarthy’s prescription. This is day six of her new diet, and if her body produces according to plan, it should be a pretty prosperous milking. She might even overfill her quota. Walking down the aisle, Tommy hears a slapping sound he’s familiar with, and knows someone is in their pen fucking their brains out. He just didn’t expect it to be Essie.

Her tits are dripping with a combination of sweat and milk as Essie pounds herself back and forth on her wall-mounted dildo, her eyes focused on some point in the distance as she moos with satisfaction. Tommy chuckles to himself. He knew one of the side effects could be increased arousal, but this was something else. He snaps a quick, blurry picture and sends it off to Amelia. “Working like a charm, huh?” he captions it. Amelia sends back a crying laughing emoji, and Tommy snorts. He stands patiently at her gate as Essie shudders herself into an orgasm, collapsing forward with her ass still filled in the air as the strength leaves her body.

“Hey, girl.” Tommy whistles for her attention as he finally comes inside. Essie lifts her head up, and hits Tommy with a bright smile. She giggles, and Tommy laughs with her. “Having a good morning?”

Essie nods, and crawls free of her dildo as if it weren’t even inside her. She goes to Tommy’s leg and nuzzles against his coarse jeans. “Alright, alright,” Tommy says. “Eat up and we can get started.”

He places her breakfast at his feet. Essie shoves her face into the plate, stuffing it with the earthy grass and its bright pink pockets of vitamins. She’s shoveled it all down her throat in record time, and Tommy pats the padded mount for her to climb on up. Essie drags her body into position and Tommy settles himself onto his stool with the bucket beneath her. In the two hours dedicated to milking, Essie doesn’t stop producing for the entire duration. As Essie comes close to filling his entire five gallon pail, Tommy calls for another.

“Hey, fellas,” Tommy shouts to the farmhands around him. Most are finishing off, dismounting their cows and sanitizing their stations. He loads the next bucket beneath Essie. “We might have a record breaker here.”

A cluster of farmhands come to Tommy’s fence.

“Gee, Tom, what’d you do to her?” one asks, a cocky grin on his face. The others laugh amongst themselves and gesture to Essie’s open, panting mouth, still producing grunts and moos as if the previous night never ended. “Now, you could put her in a porno.”

Tommy works Essie non-stop, stroking down her breasts and squirting thick flows into his quickly filling pail. He chuckles and shrugs. “She’s on a special diet. Dried up for no reason.”

“You sure fixed her!” another whoops, the others joining in. Essie’s audiences keep watch as Tommy fills that bucket to the brim and calls for a third. The longer she goes, the less of Essie seems to remain. Her eyes dull and unfocus as they did on her dildo, and she holds perfectly still if not for her heavy panting. One of the farmhands, Vincent, goes a step further and comes inside. The others protest, wanting a clean, untouched game. Vincent swats them off and sticks two fingers in her cunt, curls them, and pulls free. Essie moos lowly and wiggles as much as she can for more stimulation, but Vincent holds his fingers to the other farmhands. “Wettest cow I’ve ever seen!” he laughs.

The others erupt as Vincent rejoins them, the joke funnier the longer Tommy goes. But, Essie slows as they fill half of their third bucket. Tommy takes the pail from beneath her and sets it next to the first two.

“How much do you think that is, boys?” Tommy asks, his hands on his hips. Numbers are thrown out, anywhere from twelve to fourteen gallons. Tommy comes to Essie’s side, patting her ass proudly. “Not fuckin’ bad, huh, girl?”

Essie struggles against the mount, not remembering how to free herself. As Tommy helps her down, she nuzzles against his leg. Tommy checks Vincent’s handiwork and sticks his own fingers in her cunt, pulling free with an even thicker glob than Vincent had.

“What do you think? She deserve some love?” he asks the crowd. They shout and holler, and Tommy puts his hands up. “Alright, alright. She’s earned it.”

Essie smiles at all the happy faces on the other side of her pen. She must’ve done a very good job. She feels a light beaming in her chest, delighted to have made Tommy proud.

Tommy commands, “On all fours,” and Essie easily drops into stance.

Tommy takes his two glistening fingers and slides them back inside her. Essie moos in quick succession, another each time Tommy thrusts inside her. The audience beyond her fence is whistling, cheering, shouting for her. Essie feels lightheaded, a pure joy overtaking her. She clenches around Tommy’s fingers as he adds another, three pumping in and out. Her happy moos are desperate for more attention, for more inside her. That need only lasts another moment as Tommy uses his other hand to rub her clit in swift circles. Essie flexes her muscles in her position as her body wants to press itself against Tommy as firmly as it can, but her conditioning overrides it. She can only take so much more, though, as Tommy adds a fourth finger and increases the speed against her clit, sending tingles throughout her limbs and her belly tightening with the stimulation. Essie clenches around him, her eyes rolling back in her head, and lets out a loud, wailing moo as she cums for the second time that morning to raucous cheers.

The crowd disperses, and Tommy orders Essie to, “Open wide.”

Her mouth falls open and Tommy puts his fingers in, wiping them clean on her tongue and drying them against her bare back. He nudges her chin until her mouth is closed, and allows her out of her position. Essie sags to the side with her legs spread wide, her cunt sopping down her thighs and her body nearly exhausted with this morning’s efforts. The food chute powers up for the herd’s second feeding, and a member of the vet staff comes to Essie’s stall with her next tray.

“Here you go, Tommy,” Reid says, passing the platter off. “Wow, what’s with her? She sick or something?”

Tommy shakes his head and claps Reid on the shoulder. “No, no. Just had her reward for a job well done. Thanks for bringing this out.”

Reid gives Tommy a salute and is on his way. As Tommy lowers the tray to the ground, Essie catches a whiff and comes to it with renewed energy. She eats as if starving, as if she hasn’t had the same meal just two and a half hours before.

As the herd head out to the pasture for their free roam, Tommy takes his lunch break with Amelia and Jason in Jason’s office. For the past week Jason has brushed them off, claiming to catch up on numbers. But his mood has improved, Tommy notes, as they chow down on executive meals prepared by the cafeteria staff. Yet the nervous tap in his foot hasn’t disappeared, and he drinks his glass of sparkling water with a wince. As if it’s missing something.

“Good milk sesh then, Tommy?” Amelia asks from her cushioned seat at Jason’s desk. Tommy sits beside her, Jason at the head.

Tommy nods. “Better than ever before. Never seen anything like it, frankly. She put out around twelve gallons.”

Amelia stops chewing, her teriyaki chicken falling from her fork. “Twelve?”

Tommy nods. Jason says nothing, eyes pinned to his white rice.

“Okay,” Amelia says, laying her fork on her tray, “Maybe we’ve overshot this. That’s way too high. We’ll make adjustments, starting with her afternoon meal.”

Jason starts, “I don’t think–”

“They get fed, what, around five? I’ll make sure the dose is cut in half by then. I had no idea she would produce twelve gallons, Tommy. I thought you said she was running completely dry?”

Jason tries again, “I’m not–”

“She was,” Tommy continues. “I don’t know what happened, honestly. She was producing next to nothing, maybe a couple quarts in the afternoon. But by morning? Bone dry again.”

“This is abnormal. I think we might need to run further tests, honestly. Maybe it’s something genetically we missed. I’m not sure. I’m passing this along to Webber as soon as I dig my phone out of my pocket, fucking skinny jeans–”

“Leave it alone,” Jason snaps.

Amelia continues to take her phone into her hand, eyeing him. “It’s just jeans, Jason. I’m not going to kill anyone.” “Don’t fucking lower her diet,” he raises his voice. “Leave it exactly as is.”

Tommy glances between Amelia’s arched eyebrow and the grind in Jason’s jaw. He says, “Jay, you know she can’t keep up with this much milk. We’ve tried it before. Eventually, their bodies tire out, and we’re lucky to get half a pail per day. They can’t produce twelve gallons without spreading it out over the course of milkings.”

Jason doesn’t look at either of them. His fist is clenched against his desk as he stabs into his styrofoam plate. “Her diet doesn’t change. She needs to stay at this amount.”

“May I ask why, your lordship?” Amelia remarks, lowering her phone into her lap.

Jason glowers. “Because it doesn’t. End of discussion.”

Amelia and Tommy glance at each other. Tommy waits for Amelia to make her move, but she silently readjusts her fork and continues her lunch. Tommy swears she chews louder, though.

He clears his throat. “Well, I was thinking, with her production up and as wet as she is now, it might be time to debut her in the playpen.”

Jason takes another bite as well. He nods with his mouth full.

Tommy goes on, “Maybe pair her with Harper, since they have some kind of chemistry or feud, somehow.”

Jason swallows gruffly. “No, not Harper. Warm her up to the playpen first. Send Harper in there, and Essie might never go back in again.”

“Her mind is about goldfish-sized. Should be fine,” Amelia counters. She doesn’t look up from her lunch this time.

Jason says, decided and sure of himself despite his trembling fork, “I have other plans.”

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“You are NOT throwing it away,” hissed a harsh whisper that was only heard thanks to the animatronic’s microphone connection to the monitoring room. “You brat. It’s FINE. Stop fucking touching my THINGS!”

“I didn’t know he could say ‘fuck’,” remarked a surprised guard. “You sure he’s allowed to do that?”

“The A.I. learned it,” replied one of the Attendant’s techs, his eyes glued to observing Moony stalk determinedly for the controversial cup. “We haven’t been able to erase it from their system.”

“It’s not your business anyway, Sunny!” continued the argument through the hazy audio. “I really don’t care if you think it’s gross!” Snatching it up with his star-lit fingertips, Moony spun around and began to stride quickly for a nearby silken drape to escape on. Unfortunately for him, his daytime alter-ego was going to have none of it. The pretty Northern Lights simulation flowing through his glowing body jerked, staggered, and swung about-face; he was being manipulated back to the light switch. 

“Ngh— STOP! STOP!” Moony’s hushed tone growled the entire haphazard way, the cup jostling about in his hand this time (and so worrying the techs). “You’re going to SPILL IT!”

The daycare saw light, as well as the robot now donned in summer colors and an unchangeable expression that strongly contrasted with his present mood. “SPILL IT?! SPILL WHAT, MOONY??!” Sunny’s static and toothy grin shrieked, clutching it by its capped brim with the least amount of fingertips he could safely get away with and jutting his arm at full length, though the distance barely long enough for his circuit’s sanity. “It feels HEAVY!! Like it’s FULL to the BRIM!! What’s IN ther—“

A pause. He was listening to a response coming from within that the humans weren’t privy to; but all of a sudden, the Daycare Attendant jerked into action, stamping his feet and flailing his unoccupied fix arm about in an agitated dance. “EWWWW!! EW EW EW, MOOONY, EW!! WHY are you LIIIIKE THIIISS?!” Sunny cried, stomping circles in place. “NO! NO, I DON’T wanna hear more!! MOONY, NO! DON’T TELL ME MORE—“

Too late. Whatever Moony said must’ve been pretty serious, cuz it seemed to have been the catalyst that turned Sunny’s animated mourning dance saga into a sort of rather violent version of the Hokey-Pokey. Four out of the five humans watching really tried not to laugh while Sunny’s worst day ever continued without their sympathy. “MOON-EEEE, YOU CAN’T DOOOO THAAAAT!! You’re gonna get us in TROUB-BLE and— NO! NO, WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME MORE?! STOP, you’re— MOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOON-EEEEEEEEE-EEUUHHH, GRROOOOOSSSSS!!”

One of the guards chuckled. “Oh, man. I wonder what’s in it?”

“Slushy from three months ago,” dryly answered a tech’s mumble. “Moony’s been keeping it for Monty.”

“For Monty? Why?!”

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