#his little bottom canines hehe

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UGHHGH... WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME...! NO...! I'M BECOMING... AN ADAM STAN...!

I first tried to post this as a reblog to my previous post to complete the joke but then realized it wasn't reaching shit

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It didn’t take a lot to panic Felix nowadays, with everything going on, but he never thought he would be panicking over the sight of water bottles. 

“What’s the matter?” Minho’s voice was groggy and filled with the want for sleep. 

“We don’t have much water left and I’m not drinking from the tap,” Felix tried to keep his voice down, as not to worry the hybrid currently sleeping for the first time in a couple of days. 

“I would suggest the water back at my workplace but I’m not even sure that’s safe to drink,” Minho paused, “I don’t know how long water can sit there and be safe,” he added with a pout forming. 

“I’d use the internet but that’s down,” Felix rubbed at his forehead and sat down on the kitchen floor, feeling defeated. 

A small smile returning when Pepie padded over to him and rested at his side to give Felix some comfort; which it did. 

“Do we go for a supply run?” Minho suggested, joining Felix on the floor, head smacking against the lower cabinets, “We just went out for one; we’re exhausted,” he hesitated for a second before putting an arm around Felix’s shoulders, “we have enough for a couple of days,” 

Felix sighed and ran his fingers through Pepie’s soft fur, “yeah, I guess,” he chewed his bottom lip and closed his eyes, “I’m so fucking tired,” 

The expletive made Minho snort with laughter; quickly covering is mouth when he heard the hybrid on the sofa stir a bit. 

“Me too,” the older man closed his eyes too and let Felix rest his head on his shoulder. 

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“Snap!”  

The sound of a hand slamming down on a table echoed around the small apartment as the three friends bonded over a game of snap, the hybrid taking the most recent win and accepting her prize of a couple of squares of the Dairy Milk chocolate bar they had found on their recent supply run. 

“You have animal reflexes!” Minho whined and pouted despite himself making her giggle at the sight. 

“Such a sore loser, Hyung,” Felix playfully shoved the older man to the side, letting out an oddly high-pitched cry as Minho pounced on him with a cocky eyebrow raised. 

“Pinned ya again,” clearly mocking Nala from The Lion King, Felix rolled his eyes with a small smile on his handsome face, “wait, that makes you Simba,” Minho paused, “you’re not nearly cool enough to be Simba,” he added teasingly and the hybrid watching nearly choked on the chocolate she was currently enjoying. 

“I’m totally cool enough to be Simba,” Felix argued back crossing his arms across his chest. 

“You realise this means that you two have to get married now, right?” the woman across the table to them was smirking suggestively at them and it caused an immediate flush to brush over the two men as they quickly sat up. 

“Does this make you Zazu?” Minho asked with a chuckle, very entertained by the appropriate gasp of surprise on her face. 

“I happen to love that funky little bird,” she replied with a bright smile, canines on show; catching Felix’s eyes; a light dusting of pink returning to his cheeks, “I miss watching movies,” she added with a loud sigh, shoulders falling with a pout on her lips. 

The electricity had almost completely wiped a couple of days ago, causing them all to panic quite a bit as they had practically been giving themselves what little of their old lives they had, back. 

The only thing still running were the lights in the building as they were the only things hooked up to the emergency backup in case of a power outage or natural disaster. 

“And my games,” she added looking woefully at her giant collection of games that decorated the many shelves both under and beside the television. 

“I think I miss just the action of browsing through websites,” Felix chuckled as he gladly accepted a chunk of chocolate that the hybrid had kindly decided to share more of. 

“Getting updates on things,” Minho paused for a bit as if debating with himself if he should even finish his sentence, “like friends,” he flickered his eyes to Felix who was now fiddling with a loose strand on his jumper, “is something I miss; even the dumb updates that Han and Changbin used to post up,”  

This made Felix laugh, making the hybrid smile warmly again. 

“The anime updates and gym updates,” Felix shook his head, and this made her sit up a little straighter with interest. 

“Who...who liked anime?” she asked shyly. 

“Hannie,” Minho replied fondly with a tone that he had greeted Felix with when they were reunited, “he loves the stuff,”  

“Me too!” the hybrid blushed darkly at how quickly the words left her, simply excited by the prospect of somebody finally understanding her love for the animation world. 

“We all do, to an extent, but Han goes to conventions with Chan Hyung in full cosplay,” Felix grinned as he saw how her mouth hung open and her eyes glittered as if he was talking about an anime deity. 

“Much more fun than the gym, anyways,” Minho muttered with a shake of his head, clearly thinking about Changbin, “the number of times I saw Changbin doing suggestive stretches, is too many times,”  

All three of them fell into a quiet rumble of chuckles, a small moment of calmness, the background of the apartment filled with the loud snores of Pepie and the scurrying of Harvey kicking his bedding around the small area they had set up, once again. 

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“Look after your brother,” she whispered as she cupped Pepie’s face and gently stroked his cheeks, her fingers then gently running over Harvey’s back. 

“I will,” Pepie chuffed and then whimpered, “please be safe; don’t forget about us,”  

Her heart ached as it just reminded her that he and Harvey had essentially said goodbye to their mum and dad the morning of the outbreak, only to then be left alone as the owners clearly met a horrible fate. 

“We’ll come back, I promise,” she pet his head, “I’ve put your water and food in that corner and this is where you go to the toilet,” she pointed out the places as she prepared herself to shut them both in her bedroom, an extra layer of protection. 

“I’ll be a good boy!” Pepie let out an ‘Uff!’ and nosed at Harvey; making the rabbit flinch in surprise and he stomped his foot on the ground. 

“You two are always good boys,” she added before gently waving at them, switching a battery powered lamp on for them and then shutting the door with a loud sigh. 

Exhaustion and worry for the travelling they were going to do for the next couple of days, hung heavy on her shoulders and her stomach twisted up in knots at the thought of not being able to keep her promise to Pepie and Harvey. 

“You ready?” she looked up at Minho, who was leaning against the wall, strong arms crossing over his chest. 

“Uh,” she cleared her throat, “yeah, just anxious...as usual,” she rubbed the back of her neck before tutting as she felt her hairband rub against her skin, reminding her that she wanted to keep her hair far away from both her face and prying rotting hands. 

“There,” she waved her head from side to side to make sure it was tight enough, flushing a bit when she spotted Minho carefully watching her every move, “what?” 

“Your ears,” Minho smiled a bit, more to himself than her, “cute,” he added quietly and turned on his heel to help Felix move the furniture away from the front door. 

“Oh,” she squeaked, tugging on her ear out of shyness; shaking her head soon after and rushing to help them as well. 

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She had quickly concluded that owning a baton that had been modified by Minho to have barbed wire on it, was a brilliant investment. 

Despite the baton still being covered in small fleshy pus, strands of hair and jellied substances that she’d rather not think about, she was able to take zombies down a little faster than usual and it made her feel just slightly more confident in her ability to defend not only herself, but Felix and Minho as well. 

Said men were currently searching the abandoned cars along the side of the road; peeking in through the window in case one of the undead happened to be in there. 

Her eyes caught dried blood that seemed to have been seeping from the boot of the car; she had an awful feeling that somebody had had to trap a zombie in there as she could hear quiet mumblings and light, weak scratches. 

“Felix,” she whispered, gently tugging at his long fingers, “be careful,” she then pointed at the car he and Minho were currently crouched next to, “zombie in the boot,” she added when he gave her a confused look. 

She watched Minho step lightly towards the back of the car and then knocked on the boot once, before promptly jumping backwards when a gargled growl came from inside. 

“You sure it’s a zombie, not just a trapped animal?” Minho asked slightly worried that they were mistaken. 

“It’s a zombie,” she tapped the side of her nose, “they smell dead, like everyone else,” she then bent forwards to check under the car that she was about to approach, just in case a zombie was under there. 

“Oh,” at the startled tone of Minho’s voice, she and Felix spun around in their places, “it’s a zombie,” he then cringed a bit when he pointed out the large intestine that was dangling out the side of the closed boot; it had been severed in half and Minho was now looking at the bottom half of the body of whoever was in the boot. 

“Lovely,” he muttered. 

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It was as if her body shrivelled several times smaller when her eyes investigated the dark train tunnel before them.  

The sense of foreboding washing over all three of them as they shuffled closer subconsciously. 

“Are you sure this is the direction your friends might be?” she asked flicking the torchlight around to try and see if anything was lurking in the darkness. 

“It’s the direction that Changbin-hyung and Hyunjin-hyung are,” Felix replied and gently ran his thumb over her soft ears to try and settle her anxiety, “you can stay here with Pepie and Harvey if you’re really that nervous, I don’t want to pressure you into coming with us,” he was faintly aware of Minho watching him as he pressed his forehead to the hybrid. 

“No, no” she pouted a little, “I want to come with you; I’d lose my mind with worry that something had happened to either one of you,” she mumbled shyly and felt a soft flush reach her face when Felix smiled before placing a kiss on her forehead. 

“I’d be fine,” Minho shrugged his shoulders as he twirled his bat around with a relaxed grace that both she and Felix were jealous of, “dunno about him though,” he eyed Felix with a teasing grin as the wind picked up outside of the train station, the breeze dancing across them. 

Rolling his eyes with a puff of laughter, Felix motioned for them to follow him into the darkness. 

“Careful of the maintenance doorways,” Minho whispered and then jiggled his torchlight towards one said doorway, “don’t want to have to save you guys again,”  

“Awfully smug today,” Felix remarked with a playful sigh. 

“I have reason to be,” Minho turned to face his younger friend, carefully walking backwards just so he could shine the light at Felix’s eyes; making him yelp and shield his eyes. 

A shiver went up her back at the sound of him yelping as it echoed all around them and she stopped walking to focus her hearing. 

“I hate this,” she whispered as she searched herself; finally figuring out how to use her bra strap to hold the torch forwards; keeping her hands free. 

“Stay close and you will be okay,” Minho replied with a very deadpan tone, his eyes squinting as he turned to investigate the darkness behind them, clearly checking their six. 

“Quiet!” Felix hissed and held his hand up in the air to emphasize his words, his feline-like eyes wide as he scanned the area in front of him; reaching behind to carefully change the direction of the torchlight. 

“Oh,” she held her breath to stop herself from blushing as his fingers grazed across her skin. 

“What is it?” Minho whispered and crouched down with Felix as the younger man slowly moved forward. 

“You can’t hear that noise?” Felix frowned as he looked back at his friends, who were now sharing a confused expression, “even you?” he watched her shake her head. 

“There’s something in that room,” Felix turned his entire body towards the room in question and it was only the that she picked up on the shuffling, scratching noise that he was going on about. 

“It sounds like a zombie,” Minho stood up straight and spun his bat around with his long fingers, stretching a bit, “stay here,” he was already on his way up the small stairs, hand yanking the door open, and she cringed at the sound of a bat crushing down into something soft, crunchy and most disgustingly of all, wet. 

“You might want to see this,” Minho’s out of breath voice echoed slightly. 

“Are you okay?” she dashed up the stairs before Felic could even stand and she was immediately on guard, teeth baring in what was supposed to be a threatening growl, but Minho found it quite adorable. 

“I’m fine but I really don’t like the look of whatever the fuck that is,”  

She could sense his nerves as he used his bat to point at a large mass of something in on of the corners. 

“I might be sick,” Felix warned them as his face scrunched up at the sight of expanding flesh bubbles, that then popped audibly, moans and scratching sounds coming from somewhere inside of the mass. 

“That’s the noise,” he added, and the hybrid had to quickly steady him as he suddenly jumped backwards with a strange noise leaving him. 

“There’s a fucking face in there,”  

Pulling the torch from her bra strap, she focused the light on where he was pointing and quickly felt the air go cold around her as a dead face, but moving, was pushing against the thin sheet of skin; teeth snapping shut every now and then. 

“Oh my god,” she felt her tail fall and hit the back of her leg, “there’s more than one face,” she watched Minho move forwards. 

“Why are bubbles around?” he asked quietly, and this made Felix tilt his head in equal curiosity. 

“They smell,” the hybrid brought her shirt up to her nose, “they smell so rancid,” she tightened her hands to try and block the scent. 

“It’s a meat...sack,” Minho frowned at his choice of words and slightly poked the place where four faces were now crowding, possibly trying to get to him, “there’s liquid in there,” 

“Hyung, don’t get too close!” Felix warned with his hands immediately grabbing his friend and pulling him back as he caught the action of a hand pushing against the skin as well, “they are trying to get to us,” Felix concluded and shared a worried glance with them. 

“We should go,” she urged before jumping at the sound of ripping; the room suddenly having a floor covered with water close to that of sewage, teeth riding the water as the heads they had seen came rolling out. 

More skeleton than zombie. 

It was then that she couldn’t care less about being quiet in the tunnels. 

“We should fucking GO!”  

[sommerregenjuniluft]

giving u lots hehe

2) royal au & 35) bathtub for sakuatsu

39) survival/wilderness & 56) awful first meeting for rosekiller

75) bed sharing & 8) hospital au for jeg

CAAAAAASS thank u thank u aahhh<3

for sakuatsu there's two options. one) would be super fluffy emotional intimate where atsumu bathes (with) kiyoomi and he's all gentle with him, taking care of those royal curls and everything, tracing his moles reverently and idk maybe it's because someone had infultrated the palace and kiyoomi had to grab a sword from someone dead on the ground to protect atsumu and he got soiled in the process ksjdf idk something romantic anyways. and option number 2) would be something like arranged marriage type shit (a/b/o universe if i may *eyes emoji*) and atsumu is the bratty little shit of an omega that specifically requests his bath drawn in the alpha king's bathroom at the exact time kiyoomi usually bathes and obv omi is Furious when he sees atsumu all stretched out in the bubble bath and in his big bad alpha voice to the servants he is like

"Leave us." His expression is hardend like stone, the most beautiful marble, and the timber of his voice sends a dangerous shiver down Atsumu's spine. Atsumu's grin widens, canines digging into his bottom lip and he lazily crosses his arms behind his head. Watching Kiyoomi back where he's fuming mere paces away, rooted to the ground. "Your Grace?" Atsumu purrs, "Is there something you need my assistance with? It looks like something is troubling you." "You-" his Alpha cuts himself off, pheromones spiking and Atsumu's whole body twitches, rippling the bathwater. Kiyoomi doesn't seem to notice, thankfully. "Ever since after our first night, our...wedding night," he pinches the bridge of his nose, "You've been acting hysterical. You're out of line. And widely at that. So what, in all the gods' names, is going on? And it better be a good reason because I do not fancy being the first of my line to ever strangle the Omega King but, in all honesty, Atsumu, I am hanging on by a mere thread." He's panting when he's done, curls over his forehead out of place, completely flushed on all the delicious new skin Atsumu is seeing now with his shirt half unbuttoned. Angry patches of red dotting down his neck and across his milky white chest. His inner Omega howls, whimpers in frustration and with the rejection that's been building for so long now. The mating mark is visible, on full display right there over Kiyoomi's scent gland and he tries to remember what it tasted like, what it was like to have his mouth on Kiyoomi but not matter how much he digs, how much he tries to remember, how much he images it, it is but a breeze of nothing and now there's only a bitter resentment on the back of Atsumu's tongue. "At least I would go in the good conscience of knowing you have touched me at least once." "I-" Kiyoomi wheezes, face falling for a moment before he regains himself, "Is this what this has all been a about? Me not touching you?" "Yes, this is what all this is about!" Atsumu shouts furiously, springing up in the bathtub, "You seem to dislike me so much you can't even seem to bare the tought of touching me without your gloves! We are to produce an heir and it's been months, Kiyoomi! DId you ever stop to think about how this makes me look?!"

and then kiyoomi breaks down angry love confession style about how hard it is to not touch atsumu when all he yearns for is just that but he's still so afraid from childhood trauma maybe his siblings got sick with something catchable for a long time etctetc) and then they finally kith<3 (wow this was a lot kjsfsfkj)

for rosekiller my first thought was kinda apocalypse vibes so we're setting the mood in a dingy grocery store with flickering lights and pandora and evan are searching the shelves for whatever they need and then evan and barty bump into each other back to back because they're being so silent and immediately there's a knife at both their throats (this is the only valid situation for love at first sight btw) and barty grins but they there's a undead person noise from somewhere in the store and barty is lifting a finger to his lips and already pulling evan with hiim but evan obv is like !!my sister so they go get her and together slaughter their first undead<3 how romantic but i'm noticing now that it's not really that aweful of a first meeting so maybe barty is the person the interrupt evan adn pandora's little shopping spree because he accidentally makes a whole horde of undead follow him into the store and maybe it's kinda like that scene in maze runner where they have to run from the cranks (zombies on crack that r super fast and strong and feral) and they only make it/survive out by a hair. evan obviously immediately starts shittalking barty and telling him off which ends with them fighting until pandora steps in. fast forward a few weeks they've been traveling everywhere together maybe even adopted reg and dorcas on the way and something starts sparking between evan and barty only for pandora to get sick and at some point reveal she's been scratched/bitten somewhere all this time since the very first day so basically it's barty's carelessness that results in the death of evan's twin sister and :)yeah (didnt know i could make up angsty plot lol)

for jeggy we could also go with the angst and make it an amnesia fic and them finally sharing a bed is regulus finally remembering:,) or we're going quiddich injury for the both of them and maybe reg wakes with a bad dream, james already there shaking him at the shoulder to make him wake up and then drawing soothing circles into his back because he knows how bad it is for sirius too. reg is a bit prickly obviously but also exhausted from the dream. james ends up accioing his blanket and they sit crosslegged from each other munching on sweets and playing chess or cards or whatever and at some point they snuggle up besides each other and read the book regulus made barty bring him from the dorms and every few pages one of them reaches out to stop the other from already turning the page and their hands touch andand and then they fall asleep together and wake up all tangled in each other and james wakes up first and steals a forehead kiss hehe

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꣑୧ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ── MATCHUP EVENT: Date #18

─ you have one new message from...

Whitney . . .

need 2 get my dick wet. come thru, miss you x

Why? you stated that you enjoy tsundere characters, and i can't find a more tsundere man than whitney !!! and i know that he may not be the most traditional "wet cat" character, but he deffo has his pathetic moments, especially as he grows closer and more intimate with you! i think deep down hes a big softy, but he presents himself otherwise which would benefit you! the best of both worlds hehe... especially when he's being more dominant, which you also said you like in a partner! someone big and strong and who is willing (and wanting!!) to boss you around, while still respecting you enough to appreciate when you're wanting to fight back! he'd be so in love with your power bottom stance, because he always enjoys a bit of a fight, a little game of cat and mouse. and i think thats how i'd describe your relationship overall: cat and mouse!! both of you would change roles at times, but there's always that hint of cheeky submission/dominance between you. also !!! he's like, the definition of bad boy x good girl with you! others may view your relationship as unlikely, but i think you both would temper each other out well! he'd help encourage you to be a bit more wild at times, helping you get out of your comfort zone. and you'd remind him that there is good yet in this world, to help calm him down when he's acting a bit too unruly.

despite what he might say, he does genuinely appreciate how much you yap at times. loves the sound of your voice, and enjoys listeing to you ramble about your day. and the fact that your clingy makes him soooo happy too, he adores being relied upon. because he, too, relies on you in his own way. is clinging to you in his own way <3

Small Girl . . .

it's just so easy to bully you into submission. not in the least due to your natural aversion to fighting back, rolling over like a fucking dog the moment he barks down at you with the slightest amount of dominance. but also, because he's bigger than you.

in every respect. from his personality, the way he so easily orders you around and into position, big boisterous laughter down at you when you merely meekly follow instructions. to how his body completely encases your own, crowding over you, disallowing you even the thought of escape from the way he has you so effortlessly pinned under him. to his heavy cock, leaking tip slapped against your tummy once or twice to really drive home the point that he's big. look, his actions beg. see how it taps against your belly button when laid flat against you? see how big it is? little girl— can you take it?

and, of course, your answer doesn't matter to him. because he's rock hard and thinking solely with his cock, flashing a sickly sweet grin at you to showcase his sharp canines. a mere lamb to the slaughter, you can do nothing but tremble from under him as he lines himself up to you; providing him a pointed boost to his ego at the way you whine before he even has the tip inside.

"poor baby..." he mocks you, mimicking your pretty pout as he adopts a sadistic tone. "are you struggling, angel?"

it's not a question. he can see it on your face, the way your expression scrunches up in a mix of pain and pleasure— it's clear to see that you are, indeed, struggling. but that only makes him harder. has his cock all twitchy as he pushes in regardless of your babbles and moans, stroking himself off in your tight little angel cunt in spite of how much you claw at his arms and squirm on his cock.

because he's bigger than you. in every respect. and there's nothing you can do to stop him, or escape his thrusts. not that he thinks you want to, given the way your cunt gushes around him and how despite it all, a smile breaks out on your face in-between bouts of broken moans and sighs.

you like feeling small, and he's all too happy to oblige.

— you like to... do something creative when alone! here is a moodboard that i think fits your matchup!

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1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9, 14, 15, 20, 21, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 41, 45, 51, 55, 64, 70, 72

SO MANY QUESTIONS thank you <3 SO sorry if I missed one, pls forgive me~

1: Kitchen Counter, Couch, or on top of the dryer? Couch is usually easier, but a kitchen counter if I weren't too heavy would be amazing /)////(\ Like me sitting on it and making out with someone,, eeheehh idk why that always made my stomach do flips~

2: Your last sexual encounter: Good or Bad and why: GOOD I mean I'm just gonna count the very light teasing I got last night >//< it was just some licking/biting and touching my chest, I looooved it and would love more~

3: A fictional person that you think would be good in bed: VINCENT METZGER (From Boyfriend to Death 2) he could destroy me and I'd still be begging for more in the morning aaaaaaaaa,,,, Also Inuyasha, you can bite me I've wanted him to fuck me since I was like 14 and barely able to articulate what being fictosexual/romantic was and HERE WE ARE

5: Where is one place you would never have sex: Probably like the desert lmao??? Public I would be iffy on too unless it was like "Oh no we're in the back of a movie theatre and no one can hear/see us" or something, that would be fine hehe

6: Weirdest thing that ever made you horny: The way my partner (Bovine) turned off the water on the bathtub of the house we used to live in. I have no excuse, idk what did it with that, but yeah. Also how my other partner (Canine) bowls, they go bowling and I just really enjoy watching and realized it's kind of hot ;//3 idk!!! .. ALSO (Helianthus) MY THIRD PARTNER he does this thing where I'll say something that's like almost sus, and it goes "Uh, huuuhhhh~?" so teasingly and I hate him (I love him)

7: How are you after a really good f$%k? COLD IM ALWAYS SO COLD I know like you should be all hot and sweaty but I'm just FREEZING every time

9: Tell me your wettest dream? Oh god I can't even think of a good one AAGGHHH okay one that comes to mind is I'm sitting on one partner's dick while the other is eating me out, and mind you I DO NOT like being eaten out inrl, insecurity and just not being able to relax enough to even TRY and enjoy it, so it was interesting, but god it was so NICE,,,,,,,,

14: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find: It's not even sexy, it's just like dirty clothes I haven't put into my hamper or something LMAO I honestly wouldn't mind if people found my sex toys, you can pry my werewolf dildo from my cold, dead hands

15: Weirdest nickname a significant other has ever called you: Stinky >:( … I also get called Fox Meat!

20: If there’s one place a girl/guy should touch you to make you instantly horny, where is that? Hmmmm either my neck or my thighs, if it's like an innocent touch. If it's like, foreplay, playing with my tits will go FAR <////< but like just being all coy yeah touching my thighs or my neck makes me go lightheaded eheheh,,,,

21: Has a guy/girl even touched you or discreetly groped you while clubbing or in a crowded place? Crowded? Nah not really. There was a guy back when I was like 13-14 who like, we were out at a bonfire by the river and he like pretended to look at my necklace, but while holding it his fingers were like against my boob LOL and then we got spooked by something cracking around us, and we were all looking like "Alright who's there?" and he started touching my thigh. It was a LITTLE sus but he was like just feeling me up (he was my age btw!) but yeah wasn't that crowded it was like, me, him, my best friend, these two other guys, and like another two girls that were friends I think?

25: Worst possible time to get horny: WORK.

26: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans: YES I like it more when they growl, and I like any sounds they make if it's like right in my ear and breathing into it /)////(\

27: Worst sexual idea you ever had: Trying to be a power bottom. It is not the life for me LMAO I'm an okayish dom but nothing to brag about, I am MADE to be a total sub or a brat and that's about that. I'm a dom mostly through text not in actual practice ;3c

28: How much fapping is too much fapping: No amount is too much!

29: Best sexual complement you ever got: That I'm apparently good at giving head uwu !!! I will ride that high forever~ (and it was my one and only person I've ever given head to LMAO)

30: What do you think you and/or the opposite sex looks the sexiest in? Thigh highs are top tier no MATTER the gender or "sex", they're sexy and I love them, also really like those like mesh shirts and when people cover their nipples in tape OwO !!!!!!!!!

41: What is one song you’d like to have sex to? Right now I'm listening to Your Eyes by Antent and honestly? I'd fuck to it.

45: Is there anything you do on the internet that you would not like your significant other to see? It's not sexy: Anything I've written in venting posts to myself. I need an OUTLET to yell out my frustrations and anger and bad thoughts, because otherwise I'll split and act irrationally and impulsively. Writing them out makes me reread them again and again, and realize what I want to do with those thoughts. DBT might be working, huh…

51: Do you like to have phone sex? I USED TO I'm really not a huge fan anymore? Like I don't mind sending voice clips of myself, but like, being live and jerking off just makes me squirm (/neg)

55: If you had a penis, what would you name it? That's a good question… I think I'd name it Danny Sexbang. It's fitting.

64: Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed? AGGRESSIVE. I need someone who can take control and do whatever they want to me <3 I'm just a little plaything~

70: What should a guy first do when about to have sex with you? Ask LMAO but honestly just foreplay is VERY important with me. Even just some sexy talk over text, a little bit of grinding and feeling me up, trust me I'll be ready for it o////o

72: Favourite sexual things a guy/girl does to you thats not sex? Like I've mentioned, speaking/breathing/growling into my ear is a big one, kissing/licking my neck (or anywhere else, that's good shit, good shit), there's probably more I can't think of

Anyways THANK YOU BOVINE FOR THESE QUESTIONS ILY

[austajunk]

Idk if you’re still doing little ideas/requests for later but I was scrolling through your Kazuichi stuff (bc I LOVE HIM) and also saw recent werewolf stuff and was wondering if you would maybe wanna do a Kazuichi breeding werewolf ficlet? I was thinking with Gundham but he could be a good boy for anyone honestly 🙏

@souda-slut (please and if not that’s 100% chill thank u)

Well @souda-slut this one is for you then!

Hehee this was fun. I was really getting in Soudam lately.

Breeding, mating, and getting rawed out beneath the cut!

There was no escaping from this.

Kazuichi understood that. He was curled up on the wet ground, trembling as the dark creature that was once his “rival” poured over him with a monstrous snout.

A sharp sting from the creature’s paws ran through Kazuichi’s body and he opened his eyes to glance at the maw in front of his face. Piping hot air blew across his cheeks as the beast that was formerly Gundham snorted at him, daring him to move again in his grasp. Somehow, Kazuichi could understand. Stay still or else. That was what the breeder wanted him to know.

The pink-haired male gritted his sharp teeth, reflecting on the moments that led him to this moment. It all felt like a damn blur. He called Gundham out and in some princely, mysterious manner typical of the breeder, Gundham told him to meet up for a “duel unworthy of the likes of him”. Whatever that meant.

But when Kazuichi arrived, Gundham remained still under the bright moonlit sky. His eyes were dark and glazed over as though he were asleep right on his feet. It was then Kazuichi figured he should take no chance and run like a coward while could, but Gundham’s form had darkly shifted before his very eyes.

And now…

The breathy air from his lungs caressed the mechanic’s body in the cold night air as he swallowed his fears and went limp in his grasp. He pressed forward and a shriek rose to Kazuichi’s throat! He was going to eat him—!

“PLEASE-!” Kazuichi shut his eyes tightly. He expected the cold and painful bite of death to shred him apart.

A rough, wet tendril of a tongue slid up his face instead. “Ungh… ah…”

Okay… yeah… that was gross.

Kazuichi shivered on the spot, daring to open one of his eyes and see that Gundham was nuzzling into his neck. A low growl vibrated from his throat, but it almost sounded like some sort of purr from a happy and content animal.

“Uh…” Kazuichi could help but to shudder in disgust once that tongue lapped up his cheek to clean him of his salty tear tracks. “Ah-! Gross! What the hell-?!”

Gundham narrowed his cold, slitted eyes at Kazuichi and drew immediate silence from him after another growl sounded from his throat. His wolfish lips peeled back to reveal those shiny canines, a clear warning to his new prey if they should not comply with him.

“Ah… Ah… okay…” Kazuichi squeaked flimsily, faltering back with the beast’s drool still swinging from his face.

Then Kazuichi blinked, finding himself face to face with the creature. Gundham’s sharp claws swept across his clothing until they were like comical strings that dangled off Kazuichi’s body. The jumpsuit was peeled from chest, then the teeth tore his bottoms away. It was almost a miracle that Gundham never grazed his skin or injured him.

Was Gundham actually conscious inside this beastly form or—?

Kazuichi hadn’t seen it before, but now he could. When his eyes flickered up to the creature above him, he could see it quite clearly even with his head muddled by the strange, overbearing heat hanging in the air. There was something familiar about the way that Gundham moved, how he nuzzled and licked his rough tongue over Kazuichi’s skin. It was playful…and strangely intimate. He was a massive, hulking beast that towered over him. His snarls were unintelligible and animalistic, but the way he moved and stared down at him. It was like he was drinking in her every movement, relishing the way Kazuichi struggled between his confusion and his utter terror at being taken out in the open like this.

“Wait… T…Tanaka…”

The gleeful intent in his eyes… At that moment, Kazuichi just knew that Gundham, or at least the beast inside of him, wanted to mate with him. That meaty cock that extended under the moon’s shadow over his body made Kazuichi’s heart pound unbearably inside his chest.

But he was torn from his realization as Gundham’s cock hotdogged between his ass and slid up and down, coating him in a sticky substance. “Ah…” Kazuichi panted, his cheeks growing hot.

“Tanaka… yo… you can’t…”

He silenced Kazuichi’s protests with an intense and dominating glare, one that pierced him through to his soul as though Gundham were marking him as his own. The message was clear.

Kazuichi was going to be his and nothing would come in between that.

He barely had time to take one final breath before Gundham skewered him with his meaty cock in one swift motion. Several thick inches of girth were stuffed inside of Kazuichi all at once. He cried out and sputtered, throwing his head back as his fresh tears were flung into the air.

“ACK—!”

Strangely enough, as painful as it was, his body was loosening to the creature’s massive size. His walls spasmed around him but still spread for Gundham’s shaft to sink into him inch by inch.

“NGH—! Fuck!!! Fuckfuckfuck—!”

With each thrust, the mechanic could feel the dripping, hot juice from Gundham slide inside of him, freeing his walls up and stretching him out. What was painful at first was now starting to ebb away and give into a hot pleasure. His body felt so unbearably full and he lost his mind to the back and forth motions of being fucked like a beast. Moans and howls filled the night air. Kazuichi simply lost the will to care for who heard him as the breeder tore through him.

But Gundham seemed to be aware of his smaller prey at the same time. He would nip and lovingly nuzzle Kazuichi’s neck, bringing him back into the world just as his eyes started to roll back into his head. Kazuichi had finally plunged to the ground. His face was wet with a stream of tears and some saliva that had swung free from his lips whilst Gundham rawed him on the ground.

“Tanaka…” Kazuichi moaned. His cock was hard and twitching. This fullness… he had to let it out. As Gundham’s monstrous shaft pulsed inside of his walls, Kazuichi finally gave into a hot release flooding his own loins.

Delirious…

The mechanic’s eyes spiraled from the sheer volume of sensations swimming around in his mind. Lines of drool swept down her chin. The ground was a mess of his sticky ropes of cum while Gundham still made his home inside of him. It was maddening. Kazuichi’s entire body tingled. And eventually…

Kazuichi’s head crashed back down to the ground. His eyes had swerved up into his head as his mind blacked out to forceful orgasms he had succumbed to…

—

“Ungh…”

The lights in the small cottage swung overhead as Kazuichi’s vision blurred back to reality. He gripped his throbbing head and groaned miserably. What the hell had happened last night? His entire body was so sore…

“Geez… Mhmm…did Tanaka and I…? But no way… that just doesn’t…”

With a grumble, he swung over in his bed—only to find himself face to face with Gundham, his large eyes glaring a hole right into his skull!

“WAH!” Kazuichi squealed, throwing his pillow at the breeder’s head. “What the hell, man?! Why are you like this-?!”

“Hmph,” snorted the dark prince. “Vigilance! I must always be near a mate to ensure their safety!”

“That doesn’t mean you can just—…what the fuck did you just say to me now—?!” Kazuichi’s orbs widened. Gundham did not just say what he thought he said.

“Foolish one! You were in the way, so I had to take you! Therefore I must take responsibility for you!”

Kazuichi continued to stare. “What?”

“I will provide meat for you to regain your strength and then we shall discuss our newly formed bond!”

“What?”

“Our bond! The string of dark and beautiful fate is tied around us now that we have mated. But fear not. You shall be provided and cared for as my submissive! No beast will dare enter my territory to tear you from my clutches—!”

“I’M SORRY, WHAT-?!”

Needless to say, it was going to be a long morning…

[hongnanglen-arina]

The Ulzzang Project - Part 2 | Jeon Wonwoo

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Genre:

Fluff, crack (maybe explicit content in the next chapters)

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x female reader

Warnings: none, just a smirk here and there ;)

Words: 2.7k

A/N: Hello there! Here’s part 2 and I just wanted to thank everyone who had liked my work so far :3 I’d be more than happy to know your thoughts about this part too hehe. Oh and it’s not over yet so watch out for a part 3 somewhen in the next days/weeks. As always, excuse my grammar - also because I didn’t re-read this part ugh.... ♡

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After uni, you went back home to get rid of your notebook and papers. Finally your backpack wasn't heavy anymore and you could fill it with stuff you would need later. A soft knock on your door interrupted you, it was your mother. "Do you want to try some of the avocado salad that i made? It's really good you know?" Smiling, your eyes wandered around your room. "I'll join you after I'm done here, mom. Maybe in 10 minutes." She left your door with a happy 'okay', leaving you alone again. 

On your way back home, you thought about what to prepare for later. On your list were cute clothes and nail polish. First you wanted to bring some makeup as well but when you remembered that you wouldn't reveal much of your face anyways so there was no use. Nail polish could deliver a more sophisticated vibe? Elegant? .... sexy? You had different possibilities for photos in your head. Like wrapping your arms around your best friend or covering his eyes with your hands. Your dark red nail polish could be a great addition to it. There were a lot of cute clothes in your wardrobe. You didn't want to bring everything with you since you would need different pieces for the next days and photos but there was also a chance to take more photos in advance so you could relax in between - or plan more if it fails. 

On your way out of the room, you saw a bunch of pastel hair clips and ties that you quickly threw inside your bag.

Walking over to your mother, you sat down across her and looked at your plate in awe. "Wow mom! You should definitely open a youtube channel or write a book with your recipes.. or make an instagram account with your food! It looks amazing!" Your mother giggled at your comment. But you meant it. The way your mother placed the salad on the plate and decorated it with little tomatoes to make it more colorful, you didn't want to destroy it with your fork. And the way the avocado was cut and twisted like a rose on top of the mixed salad. "Is it as good at it seems?" Your question caused your mother to pout slightly. "Of course! If not, even better! You will see!"

And it really was. Not that it was a big surprise to you. Your mother was a great cook, a great baker, a great improviser. Just an all rounder and you often asked yourself what you had inherited because besides making simple dishes, you failed at all the other things your mother could do without breaking a sweat.

„Do you have plans today?"

"Yup!" You answered while chewing.

"Are you going to sleep at Wonwoo's place again?"

"Yup!"

"Ah, you guys seem very close. I love it!"

"We have some kind of project going on so we have to spend more time together."

"If that's even possible. When are you going to move in with him?"

You choked on a slice of avocado. "What?!"

"I mean you can be honest with me, dear. You know I would be overly happy if you guys end up together. Oh my god that would be perfect!"

"Mom, stop dreaming. He's my bestie. I'm his bestie. I laughed at him when in kindergarten a girl punched out his canine and he laughed at me when I puked all over our high school teacher. I could never ever date someone who knows that much embarrassing stories about me. Never!"

Your mother looked at you with more determination in her eyes. "But don't those memories make it even better? Being old and grumpy and laughing about stories like that? Or looking at photos and remembering the good old times?" She clapped her hands excitedly but you just rolled your eyes. Your parents would try to get you two together until the very end it seemed.

Awaiting a response from you, you felt the familiar tension rising up and this was the perfect time to leave before the discussion about you dating her best friend's son would continue forever, resulting in you being too late at Wonwoo's place.

Ignoring your mother's complains and whines, you quickly finished your dish and ran to the door, sliding into your converse before leaving the apartment with a 'see you tomorrow, mom. I love you'.

Wonwoo's apartment wasn't too far away. Just 3 stops away that you two often walked the short distance whenever the weather was good or you weren't in a hurry. Right in the middle of the way was a little park where you sometimes meet up in the middle of the night to talk about things that bothered you or just to get ice cream. But if the weather was too bad, a phone call would do instead. 

Sometimes you were wondering what would be different if Wonwoo and you had feelings for each other. If you two would be attracted to each other. Would your friendship change that much or would it stay the same? Just with the additional couple stuff?

After picking up some burritos from your favorite restaurant, you entered Wonwoo's apartment complex and not long after, you were ringing his doorbell. As if he had been waiting for you, the door opened almost immediately.

"Yo! I got us food! You hungry?"

"You know me too well."

He waved you inside and half an hour later, you two were laying on the couch, your head resting on his lap while his long fingers played with your hair, music playing in the background.

"So, I guess the food wasn't what you meant with urgent, right?"

You looked up at him with a sour face, causing him to chuckle. "Okay okay miss, please don't bury my body in a moldy backyard with your gaze. So.. you want more photos?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what kind of photos you want?"

"Yes."

"Do we need a lot?"

"Yes."

"Will this take a long time so you are going to sleep here?"

"Yes."

"Everything's telling me that you missed me."

"Ye- what? Oh wait..." You propped yourself up, facing him. "Where were you when I sent the text?"

"Mh? I was with Dokyeom and Chan. Chan had troubles with the kids from that other school again so Dokyeom wanted to help. Actually a good plan if you ask me but they ended up being bullied together... so your man had to help."

"My man? Tsk, you wish."

"Is hero better?"

"Worse."

Wonwoo pushed his bottom lip out, giving you a puppy look. "Oh Wonwoo, please stop."

"Tell me I did good and I will."

"Disgusting!"

Turning around so he was now facing your back, he moved closer to you, grabbing and shaking your shoulders in an attempt to convince you. “Pretty please?? Come on, y/n."

You sighted loudly. "Man... alright. You helped our friends so of course you did good."

He cocked his head a bit and stopped the shaking, thinking about your words before nodding satisfied. He knew you well enough to get what he wanted.

Readjusting himself, he leaned back, arms extended over the backrest in both directions. "So is the little lady now up for the sexy photos?" His cocky way to look and talk to you made you gag. You hit his chest and pointed at him. "I told you, I won't do that with you. I wanted to take cute photos so I brought a bunch of clothes and stuff!"

Wonwoo gave your backpack a curious look. "A bunch of clothes... you're staying the night.. where is your stuff for uni then?"

His question was followed by silence. You really forgot that you had to go to uni again. All the thoughts about your new Instagram page made you forget the important stuff you need for a living. How could you forget?! Now you have to get up earlier tomorrow so you can get your stuff from home. You are so stupid!

"You are so stupid!" Wonwoo spoke your thoughts out loud and facepalmed you softly with a chuckle. You just sighted with a defeated expression. „You know, you are really smart y/n but only when you want to. And that doesn’t happen often. Bestie speaking.“ Your nose scrunched with a scoff. You were more than thankful to have such a good friend like Wonwoo but you often felt the urge to hit him with an iron bat for his honesty.

But before you would dwell in self-pity or would smash something real hard against his head - because he knew that expression on your face - Wonwoo stood up and got your bag, changing the topic. "Let's start with the photos then before you get sleepy."

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4 hours later, you two had enough. What started off with easy-going selfies with laughter and bickering, quickly turned into a competition between the two of you. Of course you took the much needed photos for your Instagram page but in between you halfway forgot about it and having a better selfie than Wonwoo was suddenly all that counted. The goal was to get the other to surrender, which wasn’t easy. Neither of you wanted to lose and because you had known each other for over a decade, you knew almost all sides of the other. There was nothing that could shock you or surprise you. That’s what you thought.

Because somewhere after 10 pm, Wonwoo suddenly announced his plan to take a shower and you thought nothing was wrong with that. Little did you know, that he was going to take photos there. So while you were comfortable on the couch with a bowl of snacks in your lap, you scrolled through the new bunch of photos. You even created several folders. ’IG me’, ‘IG Wonu’, ‘IG cute’ and ‘IG others’. Today was all about being cute although there were quite a few times when neither Wonwoo or you liked the others ideas. For example, you wanted to take a photo of Wonwoo fixing your shoe laces because you had seen a lot of other people doing that but he thought it was a stupid idea to do it at home. It would look fake, he said. And you had agreed. You made a mental note to take this photo the next time you were outside. Or Wonwoo suggested that he could place his hand on your bare thigh and take a photo just because he wanted to ‘spice it up a little’. You made him stop with an extra hard punch on his arm though. You weren’t able to count how often you had to remind him that you only wanted cute and innocent photos.

Trying to choose one for today’s evening post, you smiled at the photos of him struggling to make you a fishtail braid. He had studied several videos of tutorials and even worked on your hair while a video was playing but he failed so hard that you took nearly 100 photos of it. Thanks to the nearby mirror, you were able to take them without revealing too much of your identity.

You heard how the bathroom door unlocked and saw Wonwoo leave it seconds after, dressed in dark pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt, with one hand rubbing a towel through his hair, with the other typing on his phone. ‘What an all-rounder’, you snorted under your breath, thinking to yourself that he must be the only man who could multi-talk even though this ability ended with a third task but for a man it was still impressive. When he joined you on the couch, you quickly made some space so he won’t sit down on your face, also offering him a snack which you put in his mouth as he opened up.

“Refresh the app, y/n.”

With curious eyes, you did what you were told and the moment you saw what he meant, you stopped yourself gasping halfway. 

“W-what the??” Your arms covered your eyes almost instinctively.

"I mean, cute photos always get good feedback. But if you want to have a boost in likes and followers, this is the way to go."

“B-but you should have discussed it with me beforehand!” You whined while peeking through your fingers to glare at him from the side.

“Oh really?” His voice was teasingly innocent which made the situation less stressful for you.

What was open on your phone screen was a photo of your best friend, his bare chest wet with water and a suggestive smirk on his lips. You couldn’t see above his mouth nor much below his navel but it was enough to cause your cheeks to heat up furiously. You knew he was handsome, you have always known, but right now was a little different. To see him taking advantage of it like this made you speechless. You didn’t dare to stare for too long, you felt the eyes of the person beside you on yourself.

“So what do you say?”

“…….. let’s go to bed!”

Wonwoo’s eyes got slightly bigger in surprise but then there was a smirk on his lips. “So that’s the way you roll, baby? Okay, let’s have some fun then.”

You almost spit out the cheese ball that was in your mouth. “What the hell?? Jeon Wonwoo, I’m sleepy! I want to sleep!! And stop babying me or you won’t be able to go to uni tomorrow!!”

“Is that so? What are you planning on doing to me huh?”

Getting up, you stomped off to the bathroom. “You’re extremely annoying, you know that?”

He just chuckled at your reaction and followed you to get ready for bed. “I love you too, y/n.”

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The next day at uni was like any other day, except you were than sleepy and annoyed because smart y/n had to get her stuff from home. When you sat outside from uni with your friends, Wonwoo was across the bench you were sitting beside Hoshi, currently listening to him ramble about visiting the zoo and greeting his tiger family when a group of girls squealed all of a sudden. 

You all looked in the direction of the source and Seungkwan sighed. “Yoon Jeonghan, who else.”

“Yoon who?”

“The most handsome guy on campus according to the uni magazine,” Hoshi added and you cocked your head, seeing him from afar. He had silky hair and a sharp jawline. He was attractive but you wouldn’t call him the most handsome guy.

"I don't think he's sooo handsome though. Wonwoo is way better.” You said after a while, finishing the teriyaki wrap you were holding in your hand.

A piece of grilled sausage fell from Wonwoo's chopsticks but he quickly took it in between again and continued eating so no one knew. Getting compliments from you wasn't something new to him but lately it felt a little different but he couldn't wrap a finger around it what it really was. 

"Oh just open his Instagram. You can thank me later."

You shook your head no and took a sip of your water. “No thanks. Not interested.”

“But it’s funny. Once he kind of fought off a group of admires when a girl fell and twisted her ankle. She had to wear a cast for half a year but she was happy because it was Yoon Jeonghan. Crazy, isn't it?"

"You're ridiculous.” Once again, you turned around to look at the allegedly most wanted man from campus who disappeared in the building including his fans.

"Everyone on campus knows that story and a lot more. How you missed out on important facts like this is a mystery, really. Where do you live? Behind the moon?”

Shrugging your shoulders at the comment, you unlocked your phone, trying to show your friends how uninteresting that Yoon Jeonghan was to you but secretly you looked up his Instagram. Well, not bad. He knew how to pose. And was his skin really that pale and clear? Must be a filter. You were 100 % sure. Absentmindedly you scrolled through it but when you had enough, you went to your shared account with Wonwoo. ‘Oh a new post!’ Quickly making sure that Hoshi wasn’t looking, you opened the post and nearly dropped the phone when you saw the text Wonwoo had added. The photo was uploaded 2 minutes ago. A photo from yesterday when he was playing with your hair after you two had dinner. You didn’t know he took a photo. Your eyes were glued on the short text.

I’m in love with her. 

[justadreamforus]

Can I ask for lwj/wwx with abo pregnancy smut? Hehe thank you so much!

A/N: I wasn’t sure if you meant them having sex while Weiying is pregnant, or if you meant them having sex and Weiying becoming pregnant after, so I just went with the first one! Anyway, thank you once again for your request and I hope I did them justice~

PS: I might also post this on AO3 if you don’t mind

WC: 5, 702 words (this was longer than I thought) 

When Weiying had first woken up in Mo Xuanyu’s body, he had realised the latter was an omega instantly, the coy scent of ripe oranges and summer skies giving it away. And when he had received a shoe to his face a minute later, several inappropriate curse words that would have made even his dearest Shijie flinch had flown through his mind. It wasn’t because he hated omegas, oh no, he was very much a gentleman to them, but the glaringly obvious difference in strength was enough to have his teeth grinding as he looked around his abode, shame and anger interwoven with each other.

Because omegas were physically weaker in all aspects, their golden cores taking longer to mature as their bodies were born soft, wide hips and fragile bone structures enticing alphas to mate them, pup them full. Which would have been fine, if it weren’t for the objectification of their body, the amazing blessed fertility turning them into breeding bitches every heat. And that had been the case for Mo Xuanyu, Weiying had realised with startling clarity as he sat in the middle of a ruined shack with barely a blanket for a nest.

 It was cold, the scent of salt sharp in the air as Weiying had cautiously sniffed the material, identifying tears and the bitter tang of blood. This was the scent of depression, of an omega huddling underneath covers in stark fear every heat praying for salvation, and it had made his long gone alpha instincts snarl. His ire only grew more as he noted the treatment he had received from the Mo family, had glanced around the depilated shack with white fury as he finally understood the abuse his summoner had given him, the liberties they had taken with someone weaker, quieter, gentler.

 But Mo Xuangyu had gotten his revenge, painting the Mo estate with blood, and Weiying was proud to call the body his own, alpha or not. Experiencing his first heat had been, well, interesting, to say the least, and mating with Lanzhan had turned his entire world upside down. It was fun, invigorating, life changing, and Weiying was happy to settle down into pillowed forts and hundreds of blankets, safe and comfortable within his nest at Cloud Recesses. It only got better at night, when he could snuggle into warm arms and bury his face into the crook of Lanzhan’s neck, breathing in the euphoric scent of sandalwood and cotton, a happy pleased alpha crooning into his ear.

 He was starting to understand the joy of being an omega, why some would revel in their dynamic even with all the abuse they may have had to face. Because it was a power trip watching Lanzhan melt when he batted his eyes and pushed out his bottom lip, the alpha immediately caving and letting Weiying sleep an hour longer. It made a darker part of him crow with delight whenever he would pinch his inner thigh under a blanket, hidden from view, until his eyes began to water, and Lanzhan would drop his scrolls, rushing into their nest to thumb away his tears. Perhaps it was a tad mean, a little rude to play on the alpha’s overwhelming desire to provide, but Weiying had been dead for sixteen years, damn it he deserved attention!

 And it wasn’t as if he had to do a lot to receive it. Lanzhan was happy to indulge him, happy to be distracted whenever Weiying would climb into his lap and mouth at his scent gland, little whimpers escaping his mouth as he kneaded Lanzhan’s thigh greedily. It was just so easy, letting his robe slide down one shoulder to show off his mating bite, proud and dark against his snowy white skin that would have his alpha sharply inhaling, fangs beginning to emerge. There was a certain level of intoxication to having Lanzhan listen to his every whim if he lowered his eyes just right, the satisfaction of having stone cold perfection give into his warmth, melting under his touch.

 Don’t tell anyone, but it was also highly entertaining to watch Lanzhan’s calligraphy brush tremble, the alpha’s ears cherry red whenever he’s forced to look away, as if he could possibly ignore Weiying’s sobs as he fingers himself open, the scent of slick and an eager omega thick in the air.

 However, he was beginning to think karma was finally finding his way to him when one robust heat later had declared him pregnant and heavy with Lanzhan’s litter. Suddenly everything was too much and too little all at once, and Weiying found himself swinging between cooing at his alpha and, well, dragging his claws through all twenty of Lanzhan’s robes whenever the other irritated him. Which would have been fine if it weren’t for the fact that Lanzhan irritated him plenty, something Weiying hadn’t thought would be possible once they were mated. They were in love for crying out loud! He didn’t know why or what the alpha did wrong to warrant such visceral hate at times, and his logical brain constantly found issues with his weird responses, but Lanzhan was having none of it. And neither, unfortunately, was his omega.

 “Weiying-”

 “I don’t want this blanket! I already told you I don’t like the texture! I don’t like it, don’t want it, don’t need it, don’t want anything to do with it!” Weiying snarls, fingers digging into the pillow he has in his arms like a shield as he glowers at his alpha from his cocoon, canines bared dangerously. He had been antsy since morning, pawing at the blankets and sniffing them carefully as he repositioned them throughout the day, but hadn’t been able to figure out what was wrong.

 At first, he had thought it was the pillows, but the moment he had laid them outside of his nest his inner omega had begun to cry in earnest, and Weiying had practically scrambled onto the floor for them, eyes wild and scent heavy with distress. Perhaps it’s the bottom layer, Weiying had guessed, peeling back the cotton sheet that covered their mattress, aware that it was due for a wash soon. Except he had barely handed Lanzhan the sheet before his omega had screamed, no return it mine part of nest mine mine mine, and he had almost mauled the other in an attempt to get it back, fingers shifting into claws as he spat viciously into Lanzhan’s face. But the alpha was patient, so kind and good to me, what a man, my man, Weiying had thought dazedly to himself as Lanzhan offered him blankets, soothing his omega’s rising haunches.

 And then he had offered that particular set of blankets and well.

 “Weiying-”

 “I hate it! I hate it!” Weiying shouts, chest heaving as he clutches the pillow even closer, violet eyes tracking the alpha who’s standing hesitatingly in the doorway, blankets behind the line separating both rooms. “Everything’s wrong,” he growls, and oh, everything is wrong, and suddenly Weiying is gasping for breath, eyes beginning to water as he sniffles, his bottom lip wobbling as he stares at Lanzhan, at his amazing alpha who’s trying and him, stupid omega who can’t even get a nest right, a nest where we’ll be having their pups and raising them and I’m a failure of an omega-

 “Weiying is not a failure.” Lanzhan’s calm voice cuts through his thoughts, and Weiying finds himself letting out a wet gasp, choked laughter bubbling in his throat as he watches Lanzhan get on his knees, carefully placing the blankets behind him. “Weiying is trying, and that’s all that matters,” Lanzhan reminds him gently, and Weiying growls, a displeased rumble emanating from his throat even as the praise makes him preen, makes his inner omega purr.

 “How would you know that huh Hanguang-jun?” Weiying mumbles peevishly, rubbing his eyes onto the sleeve of his robes as he glares half-heartedly at the alpha. “I’ve been here all morning,” he swallows, eyes beginning to fill with tears once more as he stares dejectedly at his nest, his pathetic excuse of a nest, “been here all afternoon,” he gulps, voice rising in pitch as his omega wolf paces, lips pulled back angrily because wrong, wrong, wrong, it’s all wrong, “and I still can’t fucking figure out what’s wrong!” With a loud yell Weiying threw the pillow, the low thump as it clipped Lanzhan in the chin emphasising his point as he hissed, inner omega growling and digging its paws into the ground because stupid, everything is stupid, everything is wrong, stupid nest, stupid omega, waiting in stupid nest for stupid alpha feeling stupid and angry and empty and-

 Oh.

 Oh.

 The realisation hits Weiying like a slap to the face, and with both hands busy cradling his baby bump now that the pillow was gone, Weiying barely manages to stop himself from tumbling backwards in shock. Because now he’s aware, aware of his hole that’s steadily licking slick, wetting his robes, scent muffled by the mountain of blankets he had added to his nest once he realised he was expecting. Because now that Weiying is paying attention he can feel it, feel the way his thighs are quivering and the way his hole itches, aches for something inside. Because now that Weiying has noticed, desire is welling up in him, calling for strong arms to hold him in place as something thick and hard sinks into his fluttering hole, for big hands to grab onto his hips and hold him down, breed him silly and god am I stupid or what?

 “Lanzhan, I need sex.” Weiying says calmly, eyes wide, and is gratified to see Lanzhan choke, the alpha accidentally knocking his head against the frame of the door in surprise. It makes him want to laugh, and he can’t help the cackle that escapes him as Lanzhan hastily rights himself, back straightening even as the pink flush blossoming across his cheek bones give away his embarrassment. It’s hilarious, downright funny to Weiying because who would have thought I was angry because I wasn’t having sex and oh god I need Lanzhan to sex me up even though we already do it every day and Jiangcheng is never going to let me live this down. But those thoughts will have to wait, Weiying thinks as he licks his lips gleefully, eyes growing half-lidded as he casually runs a hand down his chest to his belt.

 His action earns him a spike in Lanzhan’s sandalwood scent, the musk turning deep as the alpha begins to pay attention, spine straightening as he takes note of Weiying’s casual posture and splayed legs. Playfully toying with the knot, Weiying smirks as he slides his calves out from underneath the blanket, revealing pale lily legs, and accidentally chokes on his own scent, mandarin orange heavy with arousal, the sharp tartness of fruit swept away by the pinpricks of heat and spice. It’s alluring, practically engulfs the entire room, and that thought has Weiying grinning, fangs on full display as Lanzhan’s hands curl into fists, the alpha’s irises blowing out as his nostrils flare, breathing in the scent of slick, fertility and lust.

 Purring softly, Weiying allows the tail end of his belt to slip through his fingers once, twice, watching indulgently as Lanzhan’s eyes follow his movements, the alpha beginning to pant even as the sound remains minimal, quiet. But it’s there, and Weiying is riding on that wave of adrenaline, on that fixated gaze as he winds the tassel around his index finger, shooting Lanzhan a coy smile. There’s a flicker of wry amusement in those honey gold eyes before they darken with desire, and Weiying doesn’t hold back as he lets out a desperate mewl, back arching prettily as he yanks away his belt with a single finger, opening his robes.

 He’s wet, literally gushing, and Weiying feels himself gasp in relief as his heated skin meets the cool air of the room, baby bump proudly on display. It’s small, the curve not quite prominent enough for him to start waddling instead of walking, but it’s enough to force Lanzhan to hyperventilate, the rapid rise and fall of the alpha’s chest making Weiying’s lips curl into a victorious snarl. Slowly, he runs his fingers through the viscous translucent liquid, scooping it up from the inner junction of his thighs and drawing patterns over his skin. He makes a show of it, lifts his fingers into the air so Lanzhan can see the thick strands that drip over his fingers and palm, and when he’s sure the alpha is watching, completely riveted by him, Weiying pushes two fingers into his mouth and sucks.

 “Weiying-!!” Lanzhan rumbles, voice tight, and Weiying smiles sweetly back at his alpha, eyes lowering demurely before he jams his fingers further into his throat, making him gag. It doesn’t taste like anything but himself, salty and a tad flowery, but it’s worth it for the way Lanzhan inhales sharply, hands reaching up to grip at his headband, the alpha vibrating with need. So needy, Weiying thinks greedily to himself as he shifts in his nest, rocking into the sheets and staining it with his slick, so desperate for me. Swallowing around his fingers and letting out a muffled moan, Weiying lets Lanzhan watch him taste his own slick, tongue chasing after the dripping liquid and sliding over his digits before he stops.

 “Weiying…” Lanzhan whispers brokenly, and Weiying sweeps a cursory gaze over his husband before his eyes find the rising bulge between Lanzhan’s thighs. It’s pushing against Lanzhan’s white robes, and Weiying finds himself puffing his chest out proudly, preening at the answer from his alpha, at how much Lanzhan wants me in his lap, wants me spread and ready for him, and that image makes his mouth water. It has him palming his cock from root to tip, grinding into the palm of his hand as he locks eyes with Lanzhan, panting from exertion. The sexual tension in the air is palpable, but Weiying has always been a little cruel, a little mean. After all, how could he not be when his darling Hanguang-jun allowed him to get away with everything?

 Which is why Weiying refuses him entry, refuses to allow Lanzhan into their nest, instead running his hands over his chest and pinching his nipples. Watching as Lanzhan’s knuckles turn white from how hard he’s gripping his knees as Weiying moans, thrashing from the tiny bolts of pleasure is riveting. It feels good, makes him whine and sob as he flicks them playfully with his fingernails, making them harden. He rubs them between his index finger and thumb too, twists and plays until they’re swollen and puffy, areolas pink and heavy, stopping only when a hysterical grunt escapes Lanzhan’s lips. Not too much Weiying, not too much, the omega reminds himself as he lets go of his nipples and heads over to his hips, pulling his thighs apart to display the part Lanzhan wants most, is salivating like an alpha in rut for.

 “Weiying!” Lanzhan’s voice is sharp and furious, and Weiying does cackle at that reaction, eyes flickering up to meet incensed golden eyes as he traces his wet rim, massaging it with the pad of his thumb. His scent blooms even more, the mandarin orange bathing Lanzhan in desperate pheromones that’s a siren call to the alpha, crooning breed me, fuck me, don’t you want me alpha? Weiying’s rim gives way easily, how can it not when we do it every day, and Weiying arches with a relieved mewl when his finger slips in with a loud squelch. Patting his walls, Weiying lets himself adjust to the intrusion, the curl of his finger, before he drags it out and plunges it back in with a loud spurt of slick. Then, with Lanzhan quivering before him from the door way, Weiying begins to talk.

 “Look at what you did to me H-Hanguang-jun,” he whispers breathlessly, biting back a smug grin as Lanzhan visibly flinches, “I wasn’t this lewd when I was here at Cloud Recesses w-was I?” Head rolling backwards in bliss, Weiying lets himself rock against his finger, hole fluttering greedily around his digit, “Was this what you wanted Lanzhan? All w-wet and desperate f-for you?”

 “Ridiculous.” Lanzhan grinds out from behind clenched teeth, and Weiying grins, fangs and all as he spots Lanzhan’s canines grow, digging into the swell of his bottom lip.

 “A-Ah you think so?” Weiying murmurs, panting as his hips begin to shake, rutting furiously against his hand, slim fingers curling in the deepest part of him and making sparks fly up his spine. “But you m-made me like this Lanzhan,” Weiying arches, ass grinding against the sheets as he spreads his legs, swollen rim clenching down greedily on his fingers in full view for the alpha, “you b-bred me, bred me every n-night,” letting out a sharp whine, the omega’s hips began to roll, thighs trembling as his head knocked against the pillows, “you knocked me up-ah!” Eyes rolling backwards from the pleasure that was steadily building in his lower half, heat swirling in his lower stomach, the omega whimpered into the blanket, latching onto a corner with his mouth as he fought through the tremors, legs twitching from his close orgasm. Now, his inner omega howled, and Weiying shuddered, head heavy on the walls of his nest as he sucked on the soft material, breathing in Lanzhan’s sandalwood scent, the scent of mate, love, protection, mine.

 “Weiying-”

 “C-Come here.” Weiying whispers, eyes bleary as he pulls his fingers out with a sickening slurp, more slick pouring out of his sensitive hole that has him spasming, mind blank as he whimpers into the sheets. “L-Lanzhan,” Weiying whines, and this time he raises his head to stare at his alpha, irises blown, and cheeks flushed pink from arousal, “come here.”

 That permission, that command is all it takes for Lanzhan to snap, the alpha letting out a bloodcurdling snarl as he rips off his head band and practically throws himself into the nest. Squealing loudly, Weiying moans as a hot mouth engulfs his own, plush lips immediately prying his own apart and Lanzhan’s tongue plunging into his own. He gets a sharp nip on his lip for his troubles, for teasing, and Weiying whimpers as Lanzhan slides a hand under his neck, supporting him as he ravages his mouth. It tastes of home, of a furious desperate alpha, and Weiying finds himself pawing at Lanzhan’s robes, yanking the belt off and tossing it aside. More, more, his omega screams, and Weiying finds himself manically sobbing, canines snapping at Lanzhan’s ear as he snarls at the alpha to go faster, move, hurry up. It’s a scramble to get each other’s clothes off, and Weiying lets out a yelp as Lanzhan rips his to shreds, whimpering as the alpha snarls into his ear, angry and animalistic.

 “Lanzhan,” Weiying whispers, chokes as the other runs his nose down the side of his neck, “Lanzha-ah!” With a low growl, the alpha sank his teeth into Weiying’s scent gland, the smell of copper and blood permeating the air as Weiying wailed, head thrown back in ecstasy and pain. It’s everything he needs, everything he has been craving for since this morning when he had woken up grumbling and aching, inner omega whining that something isn’t right, need something, something’s missing. His annoyance was now all melting away under his alpha’s careful ministrations, roaring desire making his omega preen and hum, leaving him pliant as Lanzhan spreads his legs and sets a pillow beneath his hips, taking care of me like always, touch gentle even as his eyes glow, amber glinting deliriously.

 It doesn’t last though, as Lanzhan sinks two thicker fingers into him with voracious intent to drive him wild, scissoring Weiying open with rapid movements. “Hng, ngh, mmhng!” Weiying gasps at the sudden intrusion, mind turning blank with pleasure as he lets out a soundless scream, legs clamping around Lanzhan’s torso as he fights a delicious shudder that wrecks his body. It has his hands scrabbling over Lanzhan’s shoulders, eyes filling with tears as he bounces on those fingers, long and rough from hours of playing guqin, and it shouldn’t be amusing, but it earns a soft huff from Lanzhan, and Weiying laughs too, high and hysterical as he undulates, clenches tight around those fingers every time they try to pull out of his body.

 “L-Lanzhan,” Weiying whimpers, and the alpha stills as the omega tugs at his hair, lashes dotted with tears as he heaves, trembling. “R-Ready, I’m ready, Lanzhan, please, alpha,” and with an answering croon, Lanzhan twists his fingers one more time, watches greedily as Weiying arches and wails, clamping around him as he fights through another almost orgasm, hole squeezing and fluttering around the alpha’s fingers. There’s another gush of slick, thick and heavy, and Lanzhan mouths at Weiyng’s scent gland, his bite mark as he pulls the omega’s legs apart for the final main course.

 That move reveals Weiying’s core, his swollen puffy rim, and Weiying has to bite down on his fist as Lanzhan pries his hole open with his fingers, putting him on display for his mate. It doesn’t help that he’s lying on his back, that his womb is swollen from carrying Lanzhan’s pups, and shame, for the first time in his life, wells up in him as he feels his channel weakly spurt, slick dribbling out from his gaping hole. He tries to hide it, as he always does, but his face must show it all, for Lanzhan is leaning in, and Weiying sighs as the alpha rubs his nose against the other’s, rumbling reassuringly as he slides a large hand over the baby bump. Alpha is good, Weiying’s inner omega purrs, alpha will protect us, alpha has waited sixteen years for us, and with a soft sob because how lucky can I be, how lucky am I, Weiying cradles Lanzhan’s face and pulls him closer, kisses his forehead.

 “Weiying?” Lanzhan questions softly, and really this is unfair, Weiying thinks to himself as he looks up at his husband, really looks up at the man who has risked everything for him. Those sun gold eyes that peonies and all the gold of Lanling Jin could never compare to, long butterfly lashes and that gentle taciturn mouth, all of it was his. From the sweat of his brow to the tips of those long flowy locks, that strong sturdy back that bore thirty discipline whip scars and that burn on his chest that Weiying would have shared back then, was all his. Sixteen years he had waited, this beautiful gorgeous man had waited, had held a torch for him, raised his son, inquired about him, lived through seasons calling his name from spring to summer to autumn to winter. Sixteen years, and staring at the slight frown marring Lanzhan’s face, the worry hidden in golden orbs that whispered is this okay, are you okay, tell me what I can do, made Weiying feel like a carefree child running around Lotus Pier all over again, lips trembling and heart just so, so full.

 “Inside.” Weiying answers instead, voice small, and Lanzhan blinks as Weiying buries his face into the alpha’s neck, presses his lips against the shell of his alpha’s ear and says, “I need to feel you.”

 “Mm.” Lanzhan murmurs softly, and Weiying isn’t crying, he really isn’t, as Lanzhan presses a kiss to his temple, the head of his cock rubbing against Weiying’s fluttering entrance. Nodding his head in permission, Weiying gasps, eyes squeezing shut as he feels Lanzhan move, cock nudging at his inner walls and gliding even deeper. He can feel the burning heat that follows, the stretch making him writhe as he feels Lanzhan’s cock throb within him, an answering pulse as he clenches down on it, overwhelmed. They’re doing the same thing, but everything is just so much more, and Weiying finds himself sobbing as his alpha’s cock spears through his wet heat, loud and wet amidst the little worn out cries and whines that escapes his lips, those sounds kissed away by Lanzhan, the alpha crooning softly into his ear.

 “Lanzhan, Lanzhan,” Weiying babbles, tear tracks running down his face as he turns his head and latches onto the alpha’s scent gland, a desperate broken wail muffled as he laves at the raised flesh, walls trembling from where Lanzhan is sheathed in him. It feels like a million fireworks are going off, the heat of their bodies building on each other, cresting higher and higher the way drinking alcohol on a cold night always feels. It makes him dizzy, the beat of his heart echoing as he’s pressed chest to chest with his lover, the Wen sect scar a dark mark on a pure pristine canvass, a mark of ownership Weiying had placed on the alpha before he had even realised Lanzhan was his.

 Sucking harder, Weiying trills, voice garbled as he breathes in satisfaction and happiness, sandalwood flooding his senses as Lanzhan slides a hand over his baby bump. The alpha caresses the curve lovingly, and Weiying lets out a wet laugh as those fingertips dance over his stretched skin, palm hot and steady. He can feel the answering churn, of pups twisting in response to their father’s touch and these are his children, Weiying thinks dazedly as he splays his own hand over Lanzhan’s keeping the alpha’s touch there. There’s life in him, and it’s his, his and Lanzhan’s, and this time Weiying can’t help but smile, eyes filling with tears as he purrs, kneading the alpha’s forearm sweetly. It earns him a happy chuff, Lanzhan’s own rumble escaping the alpha’s throat before he decides to move.

 Grabbing Weiying’s hips, Lanzhan slides out and Weiying whimpers at the loss, nosing the base of Lanzhan’s throat as the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh meets in tandem with the slow drag of cock inside him. It’s sweet torture, feeling Lanzhan pull out, grazing his most tender spots and ignoring the way his walls clung onto the alpha’s cock, wet and leaking. It makes him weak and wanton, hips jerking upwards desperately as he mewls and paws at his alpha, screaming for attention. Inside, come back inside, his omega cajoles, hole fluttering prettily around air as Weiying looks up at the alpha through his lashes, light-headed. Lanzhan’s brows are furrowed in concentration, beads of sweat running down his temples, and beautiful, my beautiful wonderful husband, when he moves. And the sound that escapes Weiying’s mouth is visceral, unholy, as he feels Lanzhan’s cock dive right into his deepest recesses.

 “H-Hah! Hng, hn, mhn,” liquid pleasure is runs through Weiying’s veins as Lanzhan begins to move, and while the other is quiet in bed, nothing quite beats the satisfied grunts and huffs of air his alpha gives every time he pulls out only to chase the tight heat of Weiying’s hole. “G-Good, Lanzhan s-so goo-ah!” Weiying whines, head lolling backwards as he feels his lower abdomen begin to twinge, his thighs twitching as heat pooled in his lower half and slick spurted out of him. Babbling, fingers still splayed over his baby bump, Weiying moves to touch his cock only to whimper as Lanzhan slaps his hand away, growling threateningly as he slows.

 “N-No!” Weiying cries, bottom lip trembling as he rocks his hips weakly, each move punctuated with a gasp. “P-Please, alpha, a-alpha d-don-” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence as with a rumbling purr Lanzhan’s thrusts begin to pick up speed once more, a feverish light in those golden orbs as the alpha buries his head into Weiying’s neck and begins to mouth at his scent gland, tongue massaging that swollen flesh and raking his fangs across it. There’s no pain to it, only an overwhelming scent of lust, of sandalwood piqued with heavy flora, the scent after a rainstorm, and Weiying feels himself moan as Lanzhan’s grip on his hip tightens. It’s going to bruise, and a vicious sense of triumph runs through his veins as he drools, mouth gasping for air as he stares at Lanzhan, the esteemed Hanguang-jun with his eyes glowing and lips pulled back in a dangerous feral snarl, debauched, tainted.

 I did that, he thinks delightedly, fingers entwining around ebony black hair and yanking greedily, I put that expression there.

 “K-Knot m-me.” Weiying manages to utter through the rapid abuse of his body, words stuttering out as he pants, locking his ankles around Lanzhan’s torso and tugging the alpha closer. “W-Want a k-knot. W-Want Lanzh-zhan’s knot-hng!” It earns him a soft hum of delight, the light airiness of cotton making itself known as the alpha begins to move even faster, meeting his omega’s demands and oh it feels so good, Weiying thinks to himself as he keens, throwing back his head as he wails, hole wide open for his alpha to use. There’s something about this that’s finally scratching his itch, his instinctual craving that’s been gnawing at his insides all morning, and Weiying lets it be known, lets his alpha bask in the happiness that he’s satisfying his omega with every loud cry that accompanies his thrust.

 “Weiying.” Lanzhan murmurs and the omega makes a soft inquiring sound that sounds more like a ragged sob, and the alpha croons, voice a melody as he knocks his head against Weiying’s. “Weiying.” Lanzhan repeats, more breathlessly, and oh he’s close, and Weiying arches, hips shoving upwards to meet his alpha’s as he gasps out “Yes, c-come on, almost-” and is greeted with the tell-tale swell of an alpha’s knot. Moaning, Weiying grabs onto Lanzhan’s arms and moves with renewed vigour, chest heaving as he bounces on the alpha’s cock, eyes rolling backwards as his thighs begin to shake, balls pulling tight. A desperate low “Weiying” made through gritted teeth is all the warning he gets before his alpha is shoving his knot inside him, and Weiying chokes at the fullness, rim stretching tight to accommodate the cock which lodges within him.

 “Lanzhan, Lanzh-ah! A-Ah, hng, mmhng!” Weiying wails, spine bowing as he lifts off the nest, lips parted in a silent scream. It feels like he’s dying, spirit barely anchored into the mortal realm as pleasure erupts, sending his blood boiling with heat. Lanzhan’s playing dirty, grinding against his prostate and mean, alpha’s being so mean but oh how Weiying loves it. Thrashing weakly, fingers digging into Lanzhan’s biceps so hard he almost draws blood, Weiying is on the cusp of something, abdominal muscles beginning to curl as he’s fucked into his nest, the brutal abuse of his prostate by the head of his alpha’s cock making him drool and his thighs quiver. Please, please, his omega screams, wailing as it comes even closer to the high it’s desperate to reach, pup me, fill me, keep me full always, always-

 A firm hand on his cock jerks him out of his thoughts, and Weiying squeals as Lanzhan begins to stroke him, head shaking wildly as his fingers begin to morph into claws, digging into his alpha’s white soft skin. “N-No,” Weiying gasps, eyes wild as he stares at his alpha deliriously, his curved womb blocking his cock from view and wobbling with every aborted shove of Lanzhan’s hips. Pupils dilated, and lips parted in a broken wail, the omega can only shudder as his alpha rubs the head of his cock, fingers ghosting his silt and making pleasure burn through him. It’s building, the tension in his abdomen, and Weiying can’t hold back his howl of delight as the pleasure peaks, cresting magnificently as he cums, sobbing on Lanzhan’s cock, teeth bared and eyes alight.

 “Weiying, Weiying, Weiying.” Lanzhan chants, voice tight, and the omega whimpers as he feels his alpha abuse his prostate, pressure unforgiving. But this is Lanzhan, alpha, alpha who was so good, sated his omega so well, “Lanzhan,” Weiying purrs gently, fingers carding through Lanzhan’s hair as he noses at his alpha’s neck. “Lanzhan, I need you.” He whispers, voice weak as he locks eyes with glowing amber hues. And just like that the alpha is coming, breath hitching and body stilling as enlarged fangs find purchase on Weiying’s neck, the alpha shaking as he cums, spilling inside Weiying’s body in drawn out spurts.

 It’s gone now, the need to pace and to shred and to have something. Was gone the minute Lanzhan gave a low grunt and snarled, nostrils flaring as his seed flooded Weiying’s hole. Shivering from the aftershocks, body oversensitive, Weiying can only murmur soft words of endearments, breathing in the scent of sandalwood and cotton, basking in the post coitus glow. “So good, so good Lanzhan.” He murmurs, voice soft, and Lanzhan snorts, the sound muffled from where his jaws are still clamped around Weiying’s scent gland. The overwhelming scent of mandarin has faded, Weiying’s omega finally sated, and slowly, like he’s handling something infinitely precious, Lanzhan carefully dislodges his canines. It’s sore, and the wince that escapes Weiying doesn’t go unnoticed as the alpha lets out a frustrated sound, tongue soothing over the mark as he looks up at the omega worriedly.

 “It’s fine, really.” Weiying whispers, lips beginning to curl as he presses his forehead to Lanzhan’s, the headband still wound around his wrist. More than fine, his omega purrs, rubbing its head against the alpha, tail flicking lazily in happiness, alpha is perfect, perfect. Slowly moving the alpha’s hand back to his distended womb, Weiying blinks back tears as he feels the pups move, stirring slightly before nestling inside him. Mine, this is mine, he thinks, awed, and there’s no helping it as a tearful grin breaks across his face, as he rubs his nose against Lanzhan’s, heart warm and body perfectly sated. A low rumble echoes across the room, and Weiying huffs as Lanzhan pulls him closer, wrapping his arms around him and cuddling the omega close.

 He’s lucky to have his Lanzhan with him.

 “Hey, I don’t think we should let Jiangcheng name them. He sucks at names.”

 “Mm. Whatever Weiying wants.”

 So, incredibly, lucky.

[zeitgeistghoul]

“First Day”

Axel Cluney x Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of gore and violence 

(hello!! sry if this fic is total garbage and if Axel is OOC, i haven’t tried writing fics like this for a long time. just wanted to show my fav barf boy some love hehe)

Your first day as an honorary X-Force member was far from normal. Wade was beyond thrilled to have a new face on the team, even going as far to ensure you received the best training you could ask for. Your mutant ability made an interesting addition to the team. You had been born with abnormally sharp and long canine teeth, making dentist visits as a kid beyond horrifying Your dentist had put an unsuspecting finger in your mouth and you had nearly bit it clean off. He was fine after a multitude of stitches, but your mother was sure he stopped being a dentist after that. Wade had referred to you as “Toothy” and “Dracula” more times than you could count, Domino finally suggesting “Saber” as your superhero name. It had stuck, finally making you feel apart of the team.

Everyone was extremely kind and helpful, the other members frequently offering to train with you and assist you on missions. The only member you hadn’t worked with yet was “Zeitgeist” or Axel Cluney as you had come to know. He was definitely an intriguing individual, not to mention extremely intimidating. He was tall; his arms and shoulders decorated with...odd tattoos. The first day you met him was when Wade had first recruited you and brought you back to the X-Mansion and introduced you to the rest of the team. All the other X-Force members were making a fuss over you, excited to have a new face around and to act as your mentors. However, Axel was the only one who stood to the side and leaned against the door frame, observing you with a odd look on his face. You wanted to introduce yourself then, but the ‘eat shit and die’ tattoo peeking out from the front of his mesh tank top told you otherwise.

That had been a few months ago and you were officially done with your training today. You and him were acquainted, but never been on a mission together. Wade quickly noticed this and worked to immediately change that.

“(Your name), as an official member of the X-Force, today will be your first official mission.” he said, excitedly tugging your arm to get you to follow him into one of the many rooms in the house. An assortment of papers and folders were strewn across the table. Wade motioned for you to sit down with him as he began to explain your first mission.

“Nothing too crazy, just some asshole who’s disguising his corporate business as an underground human trafficking ring.” Wade said, sliding you a manilla folder. Upon opening the cover, you were met with a photo of the supposed man you were being sent after.

“He looks like he was born to do this.” you commented, noticing just how abnormally creepy this man was. Wade laughed at this and pointed to the address scrawled onto a post-it note on top of the picture.

“That’s your place.” he said. “It’s his warehouse about an two hours outside of the city. He should be there all day.” You nodded in understanding and stood up to go gather what you would need for the mission. Your weapons were kept mostly in the room they had assigned you, so you grabbed the dagger you kept under your bed. It probably wouldn’t be needed with your ability and all, but always a nice plan B. You went back downstairs and stopped halfway down when you saw who was standing with Wade. Axel was suited up for a mission, his bright green vomit-guard mask held in one hand. You hesitantly climbed down the rest of the stairs, already feeling apprehensive.

“As fuckin’ dandy as it would be to send you on this mission by yourself, I thought otherwise.” Wade said. “Barf boy here will be your babysitter-I mean partner.” Wade pushed the both of you towards the door to where your jet would be waiting. “Have fun, you crazy kids!” he called after the two of you. “And don’t even think about getting fresh with my student, ya fuckin’ clown!” The door slammed behind you guys. You awkwardly glanced at Axel, feeling embarrassment already beginning to bubble to the surface. He practically towered over you, his green eyes piercing into your own.

“Let’s go, then.” he said, making his way towards the jet. You stammered out in agreement, quickly following behind. You took a seat across from him and the jet’s door closed automatically as you sat down. It rumbled and shook as it shot into take-off, causing you to jerk backward as it did. Axel began to adjust his suit and pulled his mask over his mouth and eyes. You occasionally stole glances at him and watched his movements curiously. You felt awkward and wanted to discuss the mission, but you were afraid of being an annoying rookie who asked too many questions. He peered at you over his mask.

“Excited?” he called to you over the whir of the jet engine. You flashed him a small smile, your pointy teeth poking out as you did. He jokingly grinned back, his mask lifting with the movement of his smile. The two of you sat in silence until Axel stood up, the ramp of the jet lowering again, signalling it was time to go. Axel tossed you a parachute backpack and you attached it to yourself, adrenaline beginning to course through your veins as you approached the ramp.

“See you at the bottom!” Axel shouted, adjusting his parachute one last time and jumping off the ramp. You had made this jump numerous times on other missions, but you had never quite gotten used to it. You pulled goggles over your eyes and blinked furiously as if to snap yourself out of your fear. Your heart was practically forcing itself out of your chest as you took a deep breath and dove off the ramp. Wind whipped through your hair as you hurtled towards the open field coming into view below you. Axel was further down from you, simply a green spec from where you were in comparison. You saw his parachute burst from the pack attached to him and he began to float towards the field. You soon did the same thing, however not having much luck. The force of deploying your parachute jerked you to the right, sending you floating straight towards the woods near the field. You braced yourself for what was to come, half expecting you collide head first with it. To your dismay and embarrassment, your parachute became entangled with tree branches, leaving you dangling there like an idiot. Bright green leaves floated down from the impact you made, one sticking to your hair. You wracked your brain from how to get yourself out of this situation. Your mind instantly went to the dagger you brought, but it was in your belt, which was unreachable to how you were positioned. You also tried to unclip the pack from your chest, but it was ironically jammed.

“Axel..?” you pathetically called out, turning your head to see him walking towards you with his parachute trailing behind him. He unclipped it from himself, the parachute crumpling to the ground.

“How’s the weather up there?” he mocked, putting a hand to his brow to shield his eyes from the sun as he looked up at you. You scowled at his comment, desperately trying to reach for your dagger again.

“Don’t just stand there!” you yelled, squirming around. “My dagger is in my belt pocket.” Axel chuckled. You were beyond embarrassed. This was your first mission with Axel and you had already made a huge scene. The tree wasn’t tall enough for him to have to climb up that far up and cut you down, so he was able to reach inside your belt pocket and grab your dagger. Luckily, he was tall enough to do so. He struggled to cut the rope that held you captive, the dagger barely making a dent. What kind of parachute was this damn durable? It seemed unrealistic. It also didn’t help that you didn’t sharpen your dagger enough this morning.

“Hold on,” Axel said, slipping the dagger back into your belt and stepping back. “Don’t move.” He moved behind you and the tree shake, then you heard him cough. You immediately realized what he was about to do.

“Wait, what the fu-”, You barely got out the rest of your sentence before you crashed to the ground. You turned around to see the ropes and part of the tree’s branches were eroded away. Axel approached you, turning on his head to spit on the ground.

“You absolute, fucking asshole!” you shouted, checking your body for burns. “You could have killed me!” Axel grinned and held out a hand to help you up.

“I know what I’m doing,” he responded. “I just spit on it a little.” You begrudgingly took his hand and dusted yourself off. The noise the two of you had made had caught some attention, four men were sprinting towards you, most likely henchmen. The warehouse was at least a mile away from where you guys had landed, meaning they had seen you come in. This mission was already a disaster.

“We got company.” Axel yelled, immediately running towards the group of men approaching the two of you. He projectile vomited on the first guy that got too close and the man screeched in agony, stumbling backwards and colliding with the others. You kicked into fighting mode and launched yourself at a guy who now had Axel in a headlock. You sunk your fangs into his neck, ripping out his jugular and sending a geyser of blood shooting into the air. You and Axel picked off the men fairly quickly, your fighting styles syncing up faster than you anticipated. It wasn’t long before you were surrounding by the corpses of the henchmen, the two of you spattered with blood. Your mouth had a dribble of blood dripping from it, which you promptly wiped away. The two of you began making your way towards the warehouse, keeping your eyes peeled for any more surprise visitors. The warehouse was huge, guards placed at every entrance. You and Axel crept along the border, keeping low and close to the woods. You spotted an entrance towards the back that could be a way in and nudged Axel to show him.

“That’ll draw too much attention,” he said. “We should try to get to the roof.” He pointed to a ladder that was close to the entrance your pointed out earlier. “There.” he whispered. He sprinted towards the ladder, climbing up it quickly and throwing himself onto the roof as quietly as he could. He laid low and waved frantically for you to follow. You made a mad dash for the ladder but a guard spotted you and tried to cut you off. You bowled him over, not wasting any time to bite down on his cheek. You forced yourself to get up and scrambled up the ladder. Breathing heavily, you watched Axel pull open a hatch door towards the center of the roof. You crawled over to him and peered down the hatch. It led straight into the warehouse and gave you  a clear shot into saving the women most likely being held captive there. You watched a man in a suit inspect a frail, underfed woman. She was being forced to stand up by a guard pointing a gun to her back. Other women cowered in fear as they watched the man inspect all of them. You assumed the man in the suit was your guy. You needed to take him and the rest of his men out, then get the women to safety. You couldn’t help but notice just how many henchmen this guy had, they were literally everywhere. It was going to be tough, especially it just being the two of you. You needed to be strategic. Axel must have seen the worried look on your face because surprisingly, he placed his hand over yours.

“Everything ok?” he questioned, looking concerned. He quickly retracted his hand looking sheepish, as if he had done that without meaning to. You nodded.

“There’s a lot of enemies.” you observed. “I’m just anxious that’s all.” Axel cracked his knuckles.

“We’ll be just fine.” he responded. “Just follow my lead and try to think of it as another training session.” You couldn’t help but smile. Your anxiety began to loosen its grip on you, giving you the confidence you needed to focus.

“Let’s fucking go.” you said. You jumped down into the warehouse, the man in the suit yelling out in surprise and the captured women screamed. You tackled him to the ground, your jaw snapping towards his face as he tried to push your face away. Bullets began to rain down as the henchmen tried to take you out, forcing you to duck for safety. Axel followed just after you did, spilling vomit from his mouth as he landed directly onto a guard running below him. He dove for safety as well, the crates placed sporadically around the warehouse providing minimal cover. The women were being forced outside by the man in the suit as he frantically looked over his shoulder. Axel began throwing punches and unleashing streams of vomit onto enemy after enemy. You quickly joined his side and you two began taking out enemies twice as fast. He would spew acid onto the floor, forcing henchmen to slip and fall. They would either get horribly burned from the vomit or stunned enough to give you time to land a swift bite to the neck. The two of you moved unpredictably fast, the bullets being shot at you almost unnoticeable. The henchmen were taken out in minutes, leaving only the man in the suit trying to force the women he had been keeping hostage into a large truck outside. Axel dashed ahead of you, grabbing the man from the front seat and throwing him to the ground. He cowered in fear, holding his shaking hands over his face. Axel stepped back to let you do the honors.

“Please,” he begged. “I have a family.” You approached him slowly, rage building up inside of you. “Plea-,” the man wasn’t able to get another word out because you had already wrapped your jaw around his neck.

“Rot in hell.” you said, spitting his own blood back at him as he sputtered and clasped his hands over the open wound on his neck.

The ride home had a different feel to it than when the mission had first started, for obvious reasons of course. You were mentally and physically exhausted. You and Axel sat next to each other this time, you being so tired, you hardly noticed that your knee was touching his. He became tense when you rested your head against his, but eventually relaxed. The two of you sat like that until you arrived back at the mansion. The women rescued from the warehouse were brought to the local police station, successfully marking the end of the mission. Wade threw open the door and pulled you and Axel into a group hug, chattering excitedly about how proud of you he was. The rest of X-Force congratulated you and asked you two questions about the mission. You later excused yourself to the bathroom to clean up. You stared at your reflection in the mirror. The person staring back at you was someone you didn’t recognize.You were an X-Force member now. You were supposed to kill, but it never got any easier. You turned on the sink faucet and splashed water onto your face, the water tinged pink as the blood swirled down the drain. You dried off and opened the door to rejoin the rest of the team. You nearly jumped when you saw Axel waiting for you outside the door.

“Hey.” he said, giving you a small smile. “How are you?” You ran your hand through your hair, feeling some dried blood near the ends. You needed a shower. You suddenly were very aware of your physical appearance.

“I’m alright,” you said, giving him a shrug. “Just not entirely used to the gore..and the vomit.” You instantly regretted that last part. Axel chuckled.

“Trust me, it takes some getting used to.” he said. “But you’re tough.” You smiled, suddenly a swelling feeling rising from your chest. Axel was standing closer than usual to you. You both stood in silence for a moment before you broke it.

“Thanks for being my babysitter today,” you said. “You’re quite the partner.” Axel laughed.

“Any time, I’m open to doing it again.” he said. You walked past him before he called after you. “(Your name),” You turned to look back at him. “We should grab a drink sometime.”

“This weekend,” you said. “You can pick me up.” Axel did his best to hide his smile as he watched you go join the others.

“You got it.”

[thexsisters]

“I-I want… N-no need… I… fuck… I-I’m confused.” (from Hikaru hehe ^^)

For @grxnadxs​

A/B/O starters drabbles

M U S EMoonieV E R S EPuppy Love

“I know. It......It can be really confusing when you’re not familiar with how it all works.”

The silver haired girl bit her bottom lip in nervousness as she stared at the male across from her. The poor guy. He clearly didn’t know the details of his own nature. She couldn’t imagine trying to be a wolf or especially a werewolf and not know a thing about being one. At least she had her adoptive mother to help her along. But this poor sap. All he had was her. And curse her for being awkward about it. Swallowing hard, she tried to think of what to do or what to say.

It all started with some innocent chatter. It was really supposed to be innocent. Just a nice, quiet time in the courtyard gardens in the back of the kpop queen’s mansion. She had quickly picked up on the boy’s liking of quiet places; especially of the nature type and the courtyard was perfect. They were out and about but still secluded from any prying eyes. Good thing too.

She had been smelling one of the flowers and tempted to eat it when she suddenly found herself face to face with the male. So close were their faces that she could have sworn his nose bumped hers. Blushing and immediately growing flustered, she couldn’t help but take in his finer facial features. He was a canine but his appearance was so innocent. The two didn’t match up. This was a male wolf in front of her and it was so hard to keep her pheromones from releasing into the air and trying to send him a silent message. A message that she really didn’t want to convey to him. But it was her inner wolf just doing what comes natural.

And that’s how they wound up in their current situation. The poor boy utterly and completely confused with what was going on. It was an internal struggle. The human parts of his brain trying to make sense of what his inner wolf was trying to tell him. A heavy blush rose in her face just thinking about what his inner canine self could be saying and thinking. In fact, her vivid imagination caused another fresh wave of slick to coat between her thighs, making her whine and clench said thighs together as tightly as she could.

“I’m so sorry, Hikaru-san. I didn’t mean for this to happen and I know what you’re trying to say. But I can assure you, what you’re feeling is completely natural for us. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you or how you’re feeling.”

Taking a deep breath and exhaling a little harsher than she meant to, she gathered up the courage to finally say out loud,

“If I’m thinking correctly, I think you’re trying to tell me.......that you......want to mate with me?”

[briabella]

“You haven’t eaten dinner yet, right? M’gonna treat you. Rented out their rooftop dining area cause I wanted my pretty girl to have a pretty view while she eats. Waddya say?” Kazutora lowered his kickstand before dismounting the bike, adjusting the bomber jacket he was wearing. That stark tiger tattoo played peek-a-boo between the lapels of said jacket, the ink pretty against his pale skin.

Yellow eyes peered down through dark lashes as he reached up to fix Bria’s hair- given the helmet had messed it up a bit. “You’re hungry right, Little Bird?” He smiled softly, so sweet despite how mean he was capable of being.

Hands cupped her cheeks as he leaned down kiss her bottom lip, canines snagging it in a teasing bite. Though he would pull away then, tongue briefly running across his lips to relish in the sweet flavor of her lipgloss. “C’mon, I’ll let you hold my hand~” He murmured, stepping away from the bike- one hand stuffed in the pocket of his jacket and the other outstretched towards her.

-Kazutora

“Kazu, you— you didn’t have to do this for me. Are you silly?” I let out a giggle as my hands find the sides of his neck and my thumb gently rubs the skin of his tattoo. I look up at him with an inviting smile, humming softly as he fixed my hair. His hands always felt so nice— his touch almost always made me feel like a kitten or a puppy even, so responsive even from the tiniest bit of contact. Oh, but I can’t help it. Kazutora is just so.. pretty. Even now, looking up at him I feel myself zoning out watching the way his lips moved as he spoke. So pretty.. really wanna kiss..

“Huh? oh! mhm!” I nod eagerly. “‘am hungry, Kazu.” I smile widely at how sweet he’s being right now, always enjoying when he’s nice to me because he could also be really mean.. I hope everything goes good tonight so I won’t have to see meanie Kazu! Hehe. I’ll be on my best behavior, I’ll be a good girl for him though I never really do anything that warrants how mean be gets.. Ah, he gets so scary when he’s angry sometimes, so quick to anger. But still! No talking to other boys tonight. I don’t like it when he’s upset with me.

I blink up at him cutely as he cups my cheeks, my hands resting on his wrists as he leans in to bite and lick my bottom lip. I emit a small, almost puppy like whimper from my lips at the constant lip teasing tonight. My eyes are glassy by now, not being able to hide the fact that I’m finding myself yearning for more and more of him. Even if it is just one teensy tiny kiss.. please.. god, I’ll take anything from him. He’s got me wrapped around his finger that I’m so drunk off of him alone— mind blank and swooning at him.

I perk up though at him saying he’d let me hold his hand. “Really? We get to hold hands?” I smile widely. The apples of my cheeks warm in excitement as I slip my hand into his, interlocking our fingers together. I’m buzzing at the gesture, my smile still as happy as I look up at him. “Let’s go in, bubby!”

[pandabearlikes]

Temporary Affairs II

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Chapter 12.  The Proposal

  Overcome with tears and a wide toothy smile, you squirmed around in the wheel chair.  Jongin and you had just visited your little princess at the nursery.  To be honest, you barely recognized her.  She was only three days old but had grown twice the size she was when she first arrived into the world.  Her skin was now silky smooth and her eyes fully opened – and yep, as Jongin had hoped, they were big and round just like her mothers. 

  You couldn’t wait to go back again; tomorrow couldn’t arrive any sooner.  You’re so overjoyed by the recent encounter with Yoona that you didn’t even notice Jongin wasn’t wheeling you back to your room until you were already at the lobby. 

  Looking around in puzzlement, you asked, “Oppa, did you take a wrong turn?”

  But the smirk on his face told you otherwise.

  “Where are we going?” you questioned, already knowing what he was going to reply with.  You’ll see…

  “You’ll see…” he slurred.  Oh, you mysterious, sexy man.  Stop it!  I love you.

  Your husband walked over to the receptionist and she nodded knowingly before turning around to fetch something for him.  You strained to look, curious as to what was going on.  Jongin took the two winter coats from her.

  “Jagiya, put this on,” he handed you a white puffy coat.  His was dressed in a matching black one.  

  “Are we going outside?” you questioned and he nodded.  From his pocket, he took out some earmuffs and placed it over your ears. 

  When you were fully dressed for the cold weather, he exited through the front door and U-turned through a maze so expertly you thought he must have gone to the destination at least twenty times.  After passing the hospital outdoor café area, he took one last right turn into a large field of grass.  Icicles formed on the tips like snowflake crowns.  So pretty!  But why are we here?  You turned around to your husband only to discover that he was nowhere in sight.  Confused, you stood up and looked around. 

  “Oppa?” you called.  Oh, heck no he did not just leave me in the middle of nowhere!  You had no idea how to get back either because of that crazy maze. 

  “Oppa?!” you called out again, “I’m going to be mad if you don’t come out soon!” 

  Suddenly a buzzing noise hovered over your head.  Tilting your chin up, you saw a toy helicopter forming different shapes in the air.  On your tiptoes, you attempted to grab it but whoever was controlling it was teasing your short height. 

  “Hmph, you’re so mean Oppa!” you pouted, kicking the snow with your feet. 

  And then the helicopter floated in front of you.  You extended your hands out and it landed perfectly onto the center of your palms.  Stuck on the bottom was a rolled up note.  Hehe.  Eagerly, you took it and opened to read the contents. 

  “Take ten steps to the South,” it read. 

  “Oppaaaa, you know I can’t tell my directions!” you shouted, thinking he must still be around. 

  But then you squinted and in tiny letters it read, “My silly panda bear, that means ‘Take ten steps to your right’”. 

  You muffled a giggle and obediently followed the directions.  In front of you was a streetlamp.  What’s so amazing about a freakin’ streetlamp? 

  “Kim Jongin-ssi, you did not bring me out here just to stare at a streetlamp, did you?” you questioned but as you do, you saw engraved letters on the shaft. 

  Squinting, you lifted your hand and grazed over the words that read, “You are the light of my life”.  You are mine too.  Sniffing, you blinked back tears. 

  Again a buzzing noise flew in circles over your head before falling into your palms.  The note read, “Take fifteen steps forward”.  You do so and came face to face with a wooden bench swing.  On the wood were the words, “You are the one who gives me momentum through times I don’t even want to try anymore”.  A teardrop fell from your eyes. You are too. 

  Another helicopter landed with the directional guidance of, “Take twenty steps to your left”.  In front of you was a large heart-shaped rock that read, “You are my one and only”.  You took a small pebble from the ground and craved the words, “You are too, Pabo”. 

  “Turn 45 degrees to your left and take fifty steps forward,” another note read.  You skipped along and even from a distance, you could already see the lights that sparkled in the evening sky.  In front of you was a large tree decorated with streamers, lace, white Christmas lights, and glass bottles.  You walked around it trying to search for any engraved words on the trunk but there weren’t any. 

  “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here!” you shouted, still thinking – no, knowing that your husband was around because he wouldn’t leave you alone and by yourself in the cold evening. 

  And then you realized the glass bottles had little rolled up paper stars in them.  You tiptoed and removed one from a branch.  Unraveling the origami, you smiled widely when you discovered that they did indeed contain written notes.  This one read, “Her cute aegyo”.  Puzzled, you took another one and it said, “The way she drools every time she falls asleep”.  You opened another one, and then another one…

  “The way she kicks around in bed”.

  “Her adorable slightly tilted canine tooth”.

  “How she always crinkles her nose when I peck her lips”.

  “The softness of her kisses”.

  “The way her lashes flutter when she’s shy”.

  “Her endearing nervous laughter and habit of rubbing of the back of her neck”.

  “Her ridiculously lovable, ‘Hehe’ that causes my insides to melt”.

  “The way she’s always so humble and never gives herself enough credit”.

  “Her small Cinderella feet”.

  “Her smooth silky hair”.

  “The way she blushes every time I kiss her”.

  “The way she gazes at me with those dreamy eyes”.

  By then you were drowning in your tears.  You didn’t think a silly question you asked months ago, regarding why he loved you, would cause him to plan such a breathtaking event for you.  And he managed to keep it a secret from you this whole time. 

  You continued to open the bottles.

  “The way she smells after a shower”.

  “Her morning breath”.  “What?  Now this one doesn’t make sense, Kim Jongin-ssi,” you laughed out loud.

  “Her little habit of pacing around the room when she’s nervous”.

  “The way she always wears my jackets even though she has ten times more clothes than me stuffed in her closet”.  “Is this a complaint?” you questioned, giggling. 

  “Her curvaceous figure reserved for only me ~wink wink~”.  You blushed. 

  “The way her brows furrow every time she is deep in thought”.

  “The way her fingers dance along my skin”.

  “How she doesn’t realize how beautiful she is”.

  “How she’s never afraid to be the first to apologize and admit her mistakes”.

  “Her silliness and clumsiness”.

  “The way her chest goes up and down so calmingly in the middle of the night”. 

  “Her tight snuggles”.

  “Her laughter and smile”. 

  “The way she playfully slaps my arm every time she’s embarrassed”.

  “The little tinge of pink that appears on her cheeks every time I tell her she’s beautiful”. 

  Stretching your arms way high up, you took the final bottle.  This one was different from all the other ones because it was bigger in size and illuminated a pink light.  Even before you twisted the cap open, your vision was already clouded up. 

  Inside was an origami heart.  Wiping away your tears so you could actually read the note, you unfolded the heart and instantly burst into tears reading the contents. 

  “The way she loves me like I love her,” a voice spoke out loud from behind you. 

  Turning around, you saw Jongin standing about ten feet away from you with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.  With a deep breath, he physically shook away his jitters and slowly walked up to meet you.  You took the flowers from his hands and he wiped away the tears the streamed down from your eyes.   

  “What is all this for?” you asked, staring deep into his captivating orbs. 

  “For this,” he responded.  For what? 

  He took out a velvet box from his pockets and got down on one knee.  Wuhhh?  Wait…wait…

  “Oppa…what are you doing?” you asked, confused.

  “_______ _______, will you marry me?” he asked.  Wait…wait I’m so confused. 

  “Um…We’re already married…are you okay, Oppa?” you asked worriedly, placing your hand on his forehead.  Crap, did the whole giving birth thing permanently scar him so much that he has amnesia? 

  “I know, but will you marry me?” he inquired.  I’m still so confused. 

  “Pabo, we’re already married,” you repeated, holding out your left hand and pointing at your wedding ring with your right. 

  “I know, but will you marry me?” he repeated.  Omg, Oppa, are you okay?  My poor hubby. 

  “I’m so confused,” you admitted.  Wait, maybe it’s not Oppa who’s going crazy.  Maybe I’m going crazy.  Omg.  Omg.  Crap. 

  “Jagiya, it’s true that we’re married.  But I never got the chance to propose to you.  I never got the chance to make sure that you knew I loved you before we got married.  We never got to go on our Honey Moon either because I got you pregnant before it even happened…” he explained, “Will you give me a chance today to make it up to you?” 

  Biting your lip to keep yourself from crying, you responded, “Pabo, I never kept tabs on those things”.

  “I know you don’t but you deserve it.  Because I want you to know how lucky I feel to have you as my wife,” he explained. 

  You could no longer stop yourself from crying, so you bawled, letting all the liquid you held back spill out.

  “So, _______ _______, will you marry this Pabo Kim Jongin.  Will you promise to love him even when he’s old and wrinkly and his six-pack turns into a beer belly?” he asked with his eyes sparkling in the night sky.

  Parting your lips, you tried to answer “yes” but you were crying so hard nothing came out, so instead you nodded your head repeatedly. 

  Sighing in relief, Jongin slipped the new ring so that it sat comfortably above the first wedding band.  You brought it up to your face to see that it was the shape of a pacifier.  Engraved on the band were the words, “Kim Yoona”. 

  “For every child we have in the future, I’ll propose to you again and add another ring onto your finger,” he spoke.  Gahh, don’t do this to me.  I’m going to melt. 

  You let out a cute whimpering sound. 

  “Do you like it?” he asked.  I love it!

  “I love you,” you said instead, before sobbing again. 

  Smiling at you with his deep starry eyes, he cupped your face and placed his lips onto yours.  The bouquet of flowers dropped from your hands and you threw your arms around his neck, kissing him back.  Everything felt so surreal to you ever since the moment you met this man.  You two started out as fated enemies, to acquaintances, to friends, and finally lovers.  

  “I love you more,” Jongin said, with his forehead against yours. 

        a/n:  Early update because my internet is so unable today o_o.  Doing it now before it dies!

Aww she finally gets the proposal she’s been waiting for her whole life <3 so romantic.

  Tomorrow is the last chapter ~cries~ I can’t believe it.  Temporary Affairs couple has been through so much…do you think the ending will be happy or sad?

  Any Tao bias out there?!!?!?!  I know ya’ll are still stuck on The Lucky One but I’m so stuck on Beautiful Distraction (even after I reread The Lucky One)!!  I can’t get my head over that story and you will know why after the first chapter.  It’s one of those fast paced stories where you just immediately jump into the shoe’s of the girl and every word, every thought becomes your own.  (I swear, as I was writing the first chapter I wasn’t even thinking.  I was typing so, so fast that words just started appearing and before I knew it I finished the first chapter.  This didn’t even happen for The Lucky One).  Anyway, enough spazzing about Beautiful Distraction, let’s give the spotlight back to TA2 for two more days, shall we.  :D Yoona meets Youngwoo next chapter.  Bwhahaha