#im dropping this and going to bed i think...

[syluss-littlecrow]

release

<Caleb x fem!reader>

where both you and Caleb end up doing more than butt heads about his given curfew for you.

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, mutual pinning, mutual obsession & possession, jealous!Caleb breeding kink, multiple orgasms, a lot of cum..., perverted!MC, friends to lovers?, squirting, unprotected sex, morning sex, pure Caleb brain rot, it gets pretty nasty

a/n: Caleb, Caleb, CALEB XIA YIZHOU 😭😭 the way I've been giggling over Caleb while watching his story and going back to my home screen with Sylus looking at me with his arms crossed.... Anyway, enjoy this Caleb brain rot 🥹🩷 I'll do one with Caleb's military air force uniform when I can 😔🫡

I JUST SAW THE NEW BANNER DROP IM NOT OK IF ANYONES WONDERING.

w/c: 3.5K

Effortless. That is what Caleb feels like when his affections come to you. It bubbles and boils over when he thinks he's able to put a lid over it, and it overflows instead. It leaves him so defenseless. Yet, he can't seem to stop. It's the only thing that keeps him going in this hell. 

The only thing he feels is the metallic necklace barely weighing on his chest. It almost feels like you're here with him. 

And if you are, he wants to keep you here with him. Forever.

His eyes slowly open. His eyes focus on the hologram clock hovering at the side. 

You're supposed to be back already. 

Caleb contemplated on driving out to find you since he has your location pinging on his phone.

Since when did you have that many friends in Skyhaven? Why doesn't he know about them?

He checks the messages he's sent you, all unread. 

Caleb has to remind himself to stop clenching his jaw and biting his tongue. 

His stare towards the door grows anxious by the minute. Then he strengthens his resolve and marches towards the door, ready to leave and look for you. 

The second he pulls down the door handle, the jingle of the door unlocking from the outside sounds and the door swings open, making you and Caleb jump when he catches you in his arms from bumping into each other.

“Caleb!” You squeal, flustered at the way you completely ran into him. His warmth is radiating over to your skin. “Are you okay? Where were you gonna go?”

You watch a small pout form on his lips. He truly looks like a puppy when he does that, you can't help but think. 

“Look for you”, he curtly replies, making sure you've regained your balance before he releases your arms.

You straighten your posture, and sheepishly touch the nape of your neck, immediately avoiding his gaze. 

“Ah, right. Well, I got carried away with chatting with my friends and all…” 

Caleb crosses his arms. His pout turns into a frown, and his eyebrows are scrunched. 

Shit. He looks mad.

You inch closer to him, your fingers grazing over his knuckles. 

“I'm sorry, Caleb. Don't be mad okay? I'm home now, safe and sound, in the flesh, aren't I?”

Caleb breathes steadily, keeping his expression the same, but when you take his palm and nuzzle your cheek against it, Caleb feels the anxiety and frustration dissolve. He wants to reprimand you about the curfew, and why he implemented it in the first place. If you’ve stayed missing for a second longer, he would have completely lost it. But the moment his palm nearly touches your lips, it all dissipates, as if it never existed. 

Caleb exhales a sigh of defeat, letting it go just this time, alongside the countless times he did. 

“Go shower. I left the heater on for you.” 

You respond with a cheeky smile that makes something in Caleb’s chest bloom, and he lets you go, watching you disappear into your room. 

Caleb hears a knock on his door. He walks over and opens it, watching you coming into view. 

“Is there something you need, pipsqueak?”

You squeeze through the crack of the partially opened door and occupy his bed. 

“I'm just bored.”

Even though Caleb cocks his eyebrow, he still sprouts his smile, walking over to join you on his bed.

“Not because you're trying to make it up to me for coming back past curfew?”

Shit. 

Your smile playfully drops to a pout. “I got carried away yapping with my friends. You know I didn't mean to…” 

Caleb crosses his arms again.

“I could tell. My messages were all left unread.”

You curl your fingers to your lips when you realise you've been caught.

Caleb seems upset but you still see the softness beneath. 

He sighs. 

“I'm doing this for your own good, pipsqueak. I don't like you getting caught up in this.”

Caleb likes to think that it is that way, but he knows that it's more than just that. 

“As you can tell–” you’re showing off your body–your arms first then your legs, then your abdomen. But what Caleb didn't expect you to do was lift up your shirt slightly, your skin exposed, and have your shorts hike up your thighs, just to prove your point. “Nothing! You can check me for tracking devices too if you want to.” 

Something snaps in him.

“So do you let your friends inspect your body like that?” 

He crawls onto the bed, watching the smile slowly drop from your face. 

Caleb’s fingers trace your bare skin, drawing goosebumps from how ghostly the touches feel. His fingers slide from the top of your knees, and towards your thighs.

“Do you know how worried I was when you didn't answer my messages?”

You’re about to part your lips to respond, but he cuts you off. 

“I was wondering what conversations you were having that you ignored me.” 

“Caleb–”

He’s completely trapped you against the headboard of his bed. He's trapped you with his stare. 

Caleb inches closer, until he's close enough. His eyes glance down to your lips for a split second before his gaze meets yours again. 

Your breath is shaky when he leans in closer. 

Then he turns away. 

What the fuck? 

You watch in disbelief as he pulls away, your breath still caught in your throat from the tension.

Caleb’s signature smile returns and you feel his palm stroke the back of your head. 

“You should go back to bed. It's late.” 

He turns to open his door for you to leave. 

“Maybe I should start coming home later too.” 

He pauses in his steps. 

“I don't think that's a bright idea, pipsqueak.”

You slide off his bed and walk towards his door. 

“Maybe not. But I have brighter ones that consist of escaping your curfew.” 

You’re ready to leave the room with your victory, that is, until the door before you completely shuts. You see his shadow tower over you from behind. 

You turn to face Caleb, your arms are crossed. 

“Didn’t you ask me to go to bed?” 

“Changed my mind. I wanna make sure you're thoroughly inspected.”

You’re facing Caleb, back on his bed again. He starts with your face, but he lets his fingers linger around your lips, brushing across your bottom lip. You turn away, and his fingers catch your chin, forcing you to face Caleb.

“No looking away.”

His eyes are devouring every patch of skin that exists on your body. Even though you're clothed, you feel naked when he has his eyes on you this intensely. His fingertips trace back to your lips and he slides it down painfully slowly–past your chin, down your neck, through your sternum, past your stomach, and stops right above the elastic of your shorts. 

You want to shift, but you realise you can't–your body suddenly feels weighed down to the bed, and that's when you realise Caleb has you held down with his Evol.

The softness in Caleb’s eyes disappears, and something else replaces it. You watch him tug your shorts off you, and all you can do is watch helplessly. 

His kisses tickle from your ankle, and he builds them upwards at an agonising pace, each kiss feeling warmer as he travels up your thigh. 

Your heartbeat only accelerates from there, watching Caleb inch closer and closer to your cunt. Your thighs tense up from the sensitivity, the warmth of his lips spreading over your skin when you feel his tongue come in contact with your skin. 

“That tickles”, your voice is soft, as if the defiance in your tone before never existed.

Caleb’s lips press against your clothed pussy. Despite the fact that you’re trembling slightly, you've completely soaked your panties, and Caleb is more than happy to soak them even more. 

He buries his tongue, wetting the fabric even further. The pleasure draws soft moans, but evidently, it's not enough. 

“Caleb… Could you lighten your Evol?” You plead. You want to feel him so bad. 

Your body instantly lightens, and you almost think you're gonna fall off the bed. 

Something else holds you down this time, and it's Caleb. 

He tilts your chin up to have your lips meet his, now his kisses melting off the thoughts in your brain. Warmth burns through your skin. It takes you seconds to realise Caleb is lifting your shirt off you.

The clothing article is the next victim tossed somewhere else on the bed. 

You take his cheeks to your palms.

“I really need you now, Caleb.”

The softness returns to his eyes momentarily. 

“Are you sure you're okay with this?”

“I'll hop off right now and head straight to bed if you don't”, you huff. Fuck, the anticipation is just clawing through your insides, begging for Caleb to do something.

He playfully scoffs. 

“We both know you wouldn't.” 

Caleb tugs your panties to the side, and lines himself to your hole.

He thrusts into you in one swift motion, and you feel it all the way in. It knocks your breath out of you. Caleb watches you helplessly gasp for air and adjust to his size. He’s just filled you so full. 

He’s still supporting you so you don't fucking pass out. He feels you scratch all over his back from the pressure but he stays still, at least, until you've adjusted. 

“Shit. You're so fuckin’ warm for me”, he hisses into your neck, trying his best not to thrust into you. You feel so tight for him, he feels so good just staying there.

He stretches you open for him–your pussy fluttering at the feeling of him filling you up. The pressure slowly fades and you quickly adjust to his size.

Your vision blurs when he thrusts into you from below–the sensation so overwhelming that it's making you tear up. 

“So good”, you sigh, struggling to keep your eyes open–almost impossible when his cock is hitting your g-spot over and over again. Sparks burst into your eyelids whenever he hits the spot and it's evident that he knows he’s able to unravel you just like that, so easily. 

“Caleb…”, you moan. Caleb’s still fucking you, feeling the way you're just squeezing him, watching the way your fingers have gone clawing his back to his bedsheets, the way your tits are bouncing from fucking you, the way your eyes practically form hearts when he knows he's hit your sensitive spots.

“Faster, please. You feel so fucking good.”

He knows you shouldn't have said that. You're the only person who can rile him up like this. How the hell are you making him break his resolve when he's supposed to be upset with you?

He leans in, practically hovering over you. His fingers cup your cheek and he forces you to meet his violet eyes. 

In your fucked out haze, you blink, confused when he slows down. He pulls out completely, and you're about to complain until he rolls your soiled panties off your legs, tossing it to somewhere on the bed. 

You gasp when you feel his thumb graze over your wet and throbbing clit. 

“I'm gonna make you wonder what the fuck wrong with your body”, Caleb’s voice reaches your ears. His words sends a shiver down your spine.

“Your little pussy is gonna throb every time you think of me.”

That's all the warning he gives before his arms tower over you, holding your wrists down above your head. 

He fucks you into an orbit and you're practically helpless–forced to take his thrusts over and over. But fuck, it feels so good. It feels like fucking heaven. 

You like how dizzy it makes you feel. You like how he's not stopping, no matter how much tears stream down your face, and how pathetic you sound crying and moaning his name. 

“Fuck! Caleb, it's too much–” you whimper, the strange feeling building up in your stomach. It feels like it's about to snap any second. 

He acknowledges your words, but he doesn't bother slowing down. 

“Didn’t you promise me to be a good girl and take all of it?” 

“Caleb–!”

Your voice sounds so heavenly when you call his name.

The fluids fountains out of you, soaking everything near it's vincity–including the both of you. Your orgasm continues to wash over you and more fluids spray out.

Caleb watches you squirm and jolt while you make a mess all over him. 

He lets go of your wrists, the slight redness forming onto your skin, and his thumb caresses your bottom lip. 

Despite your arms feeling sore from resisting against his hold, you wrap them around his neck, pulling him close to catch his lips. He's taken back for a split second, but he returns the kiss, letting his soft moans drown into your lips while you clench around him.

When you both pull back, it's Caleb’s turn to have his eyes glazed and his cheeks dusted a soft shade of pink. 

“y/n, if you keep doin’ that–fuck”, Caleb groans, his fingers closing into a fist against the sheets. His breath is shaky. The euphoria is threatening to spill over–the fact that you're trapping him in like this with you, just the two of you solely existing together right now–he could get high off this feeling. He doesn't need anything else. 

“I'm so close. Shit.” You watch the bead of sweat trickle down his temple, down to his cheek, to his chin, and then it disappears into the mess the both of you made below. 

Caleb’s voice makes you refocus on him. 

His palm presses against your cheek again, his thumb brushing lightly on the corner of your lips. 

“You're gonna take all of it like a good girl, yeah?” 

You nod, almost too eagerly. Caleb can't help but think that your face after being fucked looks breathtakingly beautiful. It makes him want to hide you further. The world doesn't deserve someone like you. 

He crashes his lips with yours, melting into the kiss while he pumps you full with his thick cum–making sure he has himself seated deep inside so nothing spills out. At least, not until he pulls out.

The high slowly descends, and the both of you are left panting, getting lost in each other’s eyes just for that moment before Caleb slowly pulls out. 

Caleb then reaches for the glass of water perched on his nightstand to offer you. You take a good few sips of water, and hand it back to Caleb, who takes a couple of sips as well. He notices the way your cheeks are still flushed and that you're blinking more. He plants the empty glass onto the nightstand, ready to carry you to wash up and probably change the sheets after.

In a daze, you notice Caleb’s cum seeping out of your hole in small loads. You wet two fingers and slide them to your pussy–and you push the thick fluids back in, your body jolting in pleasure while you're pretty much fingering your pussy with Caleb’s cum.

Caleb swallows hard while he watches you pleasure yourself. He’s about to say something but you cut him off.

“Your cum keeps leaking out”, you point out, giving him the full view of your cum-soaked pussy. You look up at him with an innocent, poison-soaked gaze–your lashes wet and your thighs trembling from each time you feel his cum leak out of you.

“It’d be such a waste–”, you mutter, shivering one more time when your fingers fuck you again, the room only filled with your voice and the wet squelching sounds from your pussy.

“–if it doesn't stay inside.” 

You barely have time to process what happens next. The next thing you knew, Caleb has your hands pinned above your head with one hand, and the other on your cheeks. His legs stop you from closing yours, and you feel his wet thickness hard once more, resting on your pubic bone.

“You know, pipsqueak”, his voice drops an octave lower. His voice is clear, and he makes sure you hear him. “It's okay to just ask for more.” His eyes reflect such a gorgeous shade of wild you've never seen before, and it looks fucking good on him.

No warnings–your cunt is just wet and sopping that Caleb stuffs you to fullness once more–you give up trying to keep your eyelids open, your mind only processing the way he’s fucking so deep into you again and again.

“You know I'll always give it to you.” 

The way his fingers are cupping your cheeks stops you from answering. Well, he doesn't need a verbal response, especially not when you’re clenching him so fucking tight when your orgasm hits you for the…how many times was it now?

You feel stings that slowly dull around your shoulders and chest. The bites Caleb’s given you are as red as the ruby on his apple necklace. 

The night is drowned with sounds and sensations of both you competing to send each other to the heavens. 

What day is it now? 

Caleb blinks his heavy eyelids open. He soaks in the atmosphere around him, and it doesn't take him long to realise that you're lying on his arm.

Thankfully, it's not numb. Your hair tickles his cheeks. 

He notices the light peeking through his curtains. It's probably daytime. 

Caleb presses his lips against the back of your head, while he pulls you closer. He almost jolts when he hears a soft moan coming from you.

For some reason, something feels funny. 

He attempts to shift slightly, and realises the predicament–his dick is still hard as fuck, and he’s still nestled so fucking deep in you. Fuck. Did the both of you fall asleep mid-sex? The feeling bleeds into him again. 

Are you even awake to realise this? 

Caleb bites his inner cheek, the hardness only builds. Shit. Even after all of that, you're still this warm and tight? 

He watches your breathing steadily. 

He hooks your leg over his arm almost too easily, giving himself easier access to fuck you deeper. Your sleepiness is slowly dissipating, overtaken so fucking quick by the burning desire once more.

His thrusts bear slight friction at first, but somehow that only adds to the pleasure–the rawness, the fact that he's left a mess in you and kept that way, and that he gets to do it all over again in the morning. 

“Ca…Caleb..!” You squeal, uselessly fisting the pillows while Caleb rails you from below. 

“So perfectly warm for me, y/n”, his morning voice dousing you. He takes advantage to litter more bites to the back of your neck and shoulders, and spoils you with his strained moans when he reflects the way you whimper whenever he hits your sensitive spots. 

You sheepishly bury your teary face into the pillows, and Caleb pushes himself impossibly deeper, forcing you to face him when you jolt in surprise. His violet eyes are eating you up. You hear his voice ring in your ears.

“Wanna make you cry more like this. You're so pretty when you cry when I'm splittin’ you open like this.” 

More tears stream down your cheeks whenever your g-spot gets abused over and over. Caleb forces you to meet his gaze. His thrusts are slower, but harder. 

“Shit, you're really gonna milk me dry, yeah?” Caleb hisses when he feels you flutter around him. Your cum is mixed with his, and drips down his cock, to his balls. 

Caleb pulls you tighter, deepening the kiss one last time while he breeds you full over and over for nth time since the last night, devouring your whimpers when the words you muttered to him last night comes into memory. You're so dizzy with pleasure, and Caleb has stolen all of your breaths. 

He finally pulls out, his cum endlessly drizzling out of your abused hole, and it almost sets him off again. 

Nonetheless, he forces himself to get out of bed so he can get a towel and clean you up.

Another loving kiss he presses onto your temple.

“I'm gonna get a towel, pipsqueak.” His husky whispers send shivers down your body, and the warmth of his touch lingers on your thighs for a lot longer than you realise.

He leaves the bed for the bathroom. 

You nuzzle into the pillows Caleb was just lying on, drowning yourself with his scent. The wetness that sticks between your legs–you can't tell if it's your fresh arousal or if it's his cum anymore.  

Not that it mattered since steadying your breath when you realised he was still in you when you stirred before him to see what he'd do next, gave you such a big reward. 

And you'd do it all over again. You would say things to get under his skin, just to get a rise out of him, just to keep his attention on you, always. 

You wanted to keep his strained voice when he called your name, the way he looks at you with so much desperation when he breeds you full, in a bottle and store it for your perverted indulgence. 

No one else needs to know that this part of Caleb exists, because he belongs to you. 

The dim light catches your attention underneath the thick sheets. You take the device, unlocking the phone with your fingerprint. 

6 missed calls. 

You swipe them away. You shut off his phone.

He doesn't need to know.

He doesn't need to remember.

At least, not when he's with you. 

[piastrisun]

the second account.

pairings: franco colapinto + singer female reader.

summary: after franco accidentally exposes his secret twitter account, fans accuse him of being delusional about his supposed relationship with you.

faceclaim: malina weissman.⠀warning: none.

request: could you make a franco and singer!reader where he "shows off" his girlfriend on his secret twitter acc but her fans don't believe him so she decides to surprise them by finally making a music video of "bed chem" casting him?

notes: messy dates, as usual. a brief use of gracie abrams for the music video part. and i know franco would put everything in spanish but it had to be in english for u guys. thank you so much for the request, i had a lot of fun making it. :)

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translations: “every time she sings i forget how to breath, do you guys think it’s a medical condition” “my pretty princess” “check out her eyes, dude” “good morning to my girlfriend and my girlfriend only” “i’m head over heels for her what do i do” “no one sings like she does, man”

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yndaily day 1 of using @/francolapinto’s tweets as captions: “imagine waking up and the first thing you see is yn’s face. a dream for you, a reality for me”

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username NOOOO THIS IS SO FUNNY PLS KEEP THIS GOING

username1 if i looked like this, i’d just walk around expecting people to fall in love with me

username2 franco is gonna see this and panic

username3 petition for this to become a daily series until he acknowledges it

username4 it’s crazy how all his tweets work as captions bc he’s LITERALLY a yn fanpage

username5 okay but why is she actually the most beautiful person alive

yourusername i fully support this, keep going

username6 she’s so chronically online IM CRYING

username7 SHES INSANE LMAOOOO

username8 @/francolapinto i get you man

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43updates @yndaily has inspired us to start talking about franco the way he tweets about yn, wish us luck

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43updates guys what if i’m actually yn and i’m doing this to bother him

username9 i’ve never seen you and yn on the same room

43updates 👀

43updates joke it can’t be me, i’m clearly unemployed… like SOMEONE I KNOW

username8 PLEASE let’s make him experience the secret account treatment

username7 he has created monsters i fear

francolapinto i suddenly understand how this might have looked from the outside, PARAAÁ

francolapinto but i mean, if you’re gonna do it, go all in. but NO ONE, can talk about me the way i talk about her

username6 LMAO, yeah okay, ‘her’, you mean the girl you run a fan account for?

username5 are u confirming or denying this i’m confused

username4 girl we need receipts, you look delusional

username3 we’ve been through this already, no one believes you 😭😭

username2 franco finally getting a taste of his own medicine

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yourusername bed chem video drops tomorrow!! 🌟 i couldn’t be more excited for you all to see it. it’s one of my favorite projects yet, and i had the best co-star.

also, since you guys are basically detectives. yes, this is my boyfriend. yes, he’s been running an account to talk about me this whole time. and no, i did not ask him to do that. but i was aware of it and i love him.

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yourusername p.s. he’s been mentally preparing for this moment since the second account incident. be nice to him!!!!

francolapinto please!! i’ve suffered enough

username NO WAY i need a moment

username2 SHE JUST SAID IT LIKE IT WAS NOTHING HELLO??? 😭

username3 “yes, this is my boyfriend” GIRL I HAVE BEEN HAVING A MELTDOWN FOR WEEKS

yoursister you two are perfect together!! 🥹

francolapinto but seriously, every day with you is my favorite. you already know that, but saying it here too just in case, te amo 🤍 ♥︎ liked by author

yourusername i’ll put you in my pocket starting now, te amo más <3

username3 forget it when i said this was one sided…

oliviarodrigo need all the behind-the-scenes footage!!

francolapinto also hi. yes boyfriend here, happy to be included!! ♥︎ liked by author

francolapinto and for the record, my account was NOT a fan account. it was a highly curated appreciation page. there’s a difference

username4 five comments from him, he’s so obsessed 😭😭

username4 the way we all thought he was a lovesick fan and turns out he was just a boyfriend with too much free time

francolapinto i’m trying to not take any offence by this

username5 this is the funniest celebrity hard launch ever

alex_albon wow. shocking. so unexpected. truly a plot twist.

yourusername ❓

username6 she’s so funny for that caption 😭😭

username7 he was running a whole stan account for his own girlfriend and she just let him

username8 his twitter account was a love letter, i’m gonna be sick

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©⠀piastrisun original work. please don’t translate, claim or repost any of my writing, 25’.

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Instinctive - L.C

🐺Who: Lee Chan (Seventeen) x female reader 🐺What: Smut. Supernatural au. Neighbours au. Werewolf Chan. Friends to lovers. 🐺Word count: 3.3k 🐺Warnings: Mentions of masturbation. Is it voyeurism when they’re in their own apartments and he’s jerking it to her jerking it? Idk but that. Rut. Ovulating. Breeding kink. Unprotected sex. Copious amounts of cum. Dirty talk, including some degradation. Knot :)). Multiple orgasms. Mention of past Seokmin x reader (i did him dirty, im sorry seok). Marking. Possessive Chan. Mention of sex toys. 🐺Summary: “There’s only so long Chan can last hearing you masturbating next door with his name spilling so melodically from your lips. His rut turns out to be his breaking point.”

Minors do NOT interact, which means reblogging and/or commenting on this story. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in their bio.

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A/N- Thank you @lovetaroandtaemin for discussing this with me when I was coming up with the idea and supporting the rut smut agenda 💗

“Fuck.”

Chan doesn’t think he can handle this; another unsatisfying orgasm to the tune of you whimpering and moaning his name from the other side of the wall in your own apartment.

It’s not the first time he’s jerked off to the sound of you jerking off to him, at least, he assumes it’s him. He’s briefly entertained the possibility that you know another Chan, but he’s never lingered on it for the sake of his own self-satisfaction. Even if you’re touching yourself to the thought of a different Chan, he’s going to keep pretending it’s him you’re thinking off when you bring yourself to another sweet-sounding climax.

Usually, just hearing you gasping out his name amongst faint, wet sounds, which he really has to try hard to hear even with his supernatural hearing, is enough to satisfy his lust for you after spilling onto his own stomach a few times.

Yet today, it’s not enough.

Even after enough orgasms that his cum is spilling over his abs and thighs onto the mattress beneath him, it’s not enough.

“Fucking rut,” Chan grunts and squeezes the base of his still hard cock in a vain attempt to stop the arousal fuelled throbbing begging him to go again, and again, and again.

Chan knows what he really needs is to bury his cock in a tight, wet hole, and preferably a fertile one to satisfy the animalistic part of him yearning to breed. Usually, Chan has a very good control of his urges even during his rut. But usually, he doesn’t wake from a midday rut nap with his cock aching and the sounds of you moaning his name behind his head.

Somehow, he had forgotten that it’s Thursday and you have Thursdays off work; something he only knows because he doesn’t see you on your usual shared wait at the bus stop to go to your separate jobs, so he had asked one day out of curiosity. And now he knows, he knows that you spend Thursdays catching up on chores and doing self-care. He just never realised that self-care meant multiple orgasms and driving him fucking insane.

Blessedly, he doesn’t hear you start up again after your last coincidentally mutual orgasm. When he hears your bed creak as you get up and pad away, he slumps into his pillows in relief and drops his hand from his cock. As much as his erection still weeps for attention, he knows he can ignore it if he doesn’t have you tempting him beyond belief.

After catching his breath a little more, Chan shimmies his boxers the rest of the way off his legs and uses the already cum stained material to wipe the mess from his skin, allowing him to climb off his bed without dripping his arousal all over the floor.

He’s made that mistake before and had to rearrange his bedroom furniture to cover the obscene rut cum stain from the carpet with his bed. He had tried his hardest to scrub the stain away but something about rut cum is extra stubborn and sticky, so he had covered his shame and hopes he remembers to replace the carpet before he moves out.

Just as Chan is leaning over the bed from one side to start removing the dirty sheets, he hears a noise from your apartment that makes him freezer in disbelief.

You’re moaning, again.

“What the fuck?” He gasps and abruptly straightens to stare at the shared wall with wide eyes. “How is she still going?”

At first, the news that you apparently have a never-ending libido sends his own singing and his cock dripping where it hangs hard and heavy between his thighs, but then the frustration of being unable to work through his rut with minimal effort like usual gets to him and his blood burns with more than just pure arousal.

Without a single thought in his mind, other than the instinctive part of him repeatedly imagining burying his cock into your dripping pussy to fill and breed, Chan grabs a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt from the basket of clean laundry he hasn’t yet put away, to pull on as he rushes through his apartment.

He’s still pulling his t-shirt down over his torso when he yanks the front door open and stalks outside to approach your door and harshly knock the door.

While he impatiently waits, he at least has the presence of mind to adjust his erection to tuck into the elastic of his sweatpants uncomfortably so it’s not obscenely tenting his sweatpants. He doesn’t want to mentally scar any of your shared neighbours, or risk getting arrested for public indecency. He’s horny, not stupid.

The first attempt of knocking your door is fruitless, you don’t answer even if he gives you more than enough time to get to the door knowing that you’re not exactly in a decent position to answer.

Yet you don’t come, to the door at least, and he huffs an annoyed breath before knocking again, even harsher this time, hoping to get the urgency across.

It works, and he hears footsteps in your apartment, along with your laboured breathing.

“O-one sec!” You call breathlessly.

Chan grips the doorframe on either side of the door as he hears you take a moment to calm your breathing while his own grows harsher now that he can start to smell your arousal thanks to the slight gap at the bottom of these shitty doors the landlord is too cheap to replace.

He hears the slight drag of the metal cover over the peephole move, then your tiny yelp as you no doubt realise that the man you’ve been fucking yourself to the thought of is standing on the other side of your door.

After you take another few deep breaths, the lock disengages and the door opens enough that your blown pupils can peer around the security chain, the edge of pink stained cheeks taunting him with the wonder of what you must look like without the door in the way.

“Ch-Chan,” you greet. “You didn’t go to work today?”

“No,” he answers through clenched teeth and focuses on the tiny gap of entrance mat for your apartment that he can see with the door open this far, just so he doesn’t have to see how aroused you are right now, smelling it is bad enough.

His fingers curl harder into the doorframe, and he feels it threaten to give under his touch, but he doesn’t care, he’ll replace your door himself if he must, he just needs to keep his hands busy, so he doesn’t rip that fucking chain off the door to get to you and shove his cock into your needy pussy.

Fuck, he knows it’s needy, he can smell how much it wants to be bred right now.

As if it wasn’t bad enough knowing that you’ve been masturbating with him on your mind, he now knows that you’re fucking ovulating, fertile.

“Oh,” your scent shifts, concern beginning to overpower the arousal, allowing his shoulders to relax and give his mind the chance to clear ever so slightly. “Are you ill?” You worry, shifting enough that he sees the teasing glimpse of a mostly bare thigh peek into view around the door and he tenses back up. “I’ve got medicine, let me remove the chain and you can come in and-” Chan’s left hand darting out to grip the edge of the door before you can close it and remove the chain, cuts you off with a soft yelp of surprise. “Chan?”

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t remove that chain, baby, because if you do, I’m going to lose control and I’m trying so fucking hard to not rip the chain away myself so I can get to you and take advantage of how fucking fertile you smell right now,” he warns lowly, eyes still glued to the door, though the second all concern leaves your scent and your arousal returns tenfold, his head snaps up to land his dark gaze on you, only the slightest ring of bright red circling his dilated pupils and for the first time, giving you solid proof that your neighbour is a werewolf.

“A-are you i-in rut?” You whisper, slightly trembling fingers curling around the edge of the door just below his hand. Before your skin can touch his, he rips his hand away and grabs the doorframe again.

“Yeah, and hearing you moan my name like a bitch in heat isn’t fucking helping, sweetheart. So do me a favour and stop playing with your pussy for a few days until I can handle hearing it without wanting to break your fucking door down and breed you round with my pups, alright?”

Chan doesn’t give you a chance to respond, he grabs the doorhandle and pulls it closed slowly, to give your fingers chance to move. Once it clicks shut, he takes a few steadying breaths before forcing himself to let go and back up.

Just as he starts to turn to return to his own apartment, he hears the rattle of the security chain on your door, and he freezes in place.

Without a word, you open the door wide enough to let a person through, a silent invitation as you stare shyly down at the floor between you.

Now that you’re not hiding behind the door, Chan can see that you’re wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing on your legs. He has no idea if you’re wearing underwear or not, part of him really fucking hopes not, as your t-shirt stops at the top of your thighs but it’s not long enough to hide the shine of arousal smeared on your inner thighs.

He growls your name softly, in warning, making you lift your head just enough to peer at him through your eyelashes. “You don’t know what you’re asking,” he mutters out through tightly gritted teeth, hands balled into fists at his sides tight enough that he can feel his short nails digging into his palms and threatening to break skin.

“Y-you want to breed me, right?” You reply and he nods jerkily in confirmation. “Well, come on then.”

It’s all Chan needs to surge forward and wrap his arms around your waist to hoist you up onto his hips while his lips hungrily claim yours. The way you immediately whine and press your hips forward against his t-shirt, dampening the material, while you kiss him back just as enthusiastically makes Chan’s cock throb almost violently with need.

“Gonna fill you so good, baby,” he promises as he shuts the front door to all but slam you against it, hands groping your ass and groaning finding a distinct lack of underwear. “Dirty girl, answering the door with no panties.”

“I-I was busy,” you reason as his fingers tease over your pussy. “Chan, come on, no teasing, ju-just give me your cock.”

“Ask nicely,” he smirks against your cheek before nipping at your skin, making you whimper and grind against him. “Desperate for this cock, baby?”

“Yes! Wanted it since we met. Please give it to me, come on, Channie, give me your cock and fill me with your cum until I can’t take anymore, and then keep going.”

“Fuck,” he whispers against your throat and hikes you a little higher with one arm so he can reach the front of his sweatpants with his free hand and shove them down enough to free his cock. “Gonna fuck you so much you’ll never stop smelling of my cum.”

“G-good,” you gasp as he presses the head of his cock against your hole.

Although you both clearly want nothing more than for Chan to pound you into the door until it cracks under the strength of his thrusts, he eases into you slowly, eyes closed and mouth open in awed pleasure as your slick walls hug his length so perfectly that he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to fuck anyone else. At least, he’ll think that later, all he can think now is warm, wet, tight, warm, wet, mine.

If he wasn’t deep into his rut, Chan would be embarrassed that as soon as he’s buried to the hilt, he cums and floods you with his sticky release.

“D-did you just cum?” You baulk in surprise and unintentionally clamp down around him, making him groan against your skin.

“I can go again, don’t worry,” he assures a moment later and proves his point by pulling his hips back and immediately starts fucking into you in earnest, skin slapping up against yours and cock hitting so deep inside that you’re already clawing at the back of his neck and tipping your head back as moans stream from your open mouth. “That’s it, that’s my girl, let the neighbours know whose cock makes you moan like a whore,” he pants out and removes one hand from your ass to reach up and grab your jaw. He watches your expression intently as he turns your head to the side so the edge of your face is pressed to the cool wood of the door. “Go on, tell them who’s breeding this greedy little pussy.”

“Chan!” You shriek obligingly and don’t stop, practically wailing his name every handful of thrusts as tears slip down your cheeks from the almost overwhelming pleasure. “D-don’t stop! P-please don’t stop,” you beg as you feel yourself getting close to what you know will be the most satisfying orgasm you’ve had all day, if not months.

“Not until you’re so full th-there’s no room left,” he promises and turns your head with his hand still on your jaw so that he can lean in and lick into your mouth.

It’s not even a kiss, Chan’s letting his instincts lead him and they’re telling him to taste you however he can and cover you in his own scent so that everyone knows that it’s not just your pussy that belongs to him.

Something about the action sends you hurtling over into an orgasm powerful enough that your entire body tenses, and although your mouth is wide open, not a sound comes out.

Chan leans back to look at you in concern, hips pressed up tight to your body as your pulsating walls milk another orgasm from him that makes him tremble. But he’s too worried by the fact he’s very sure you’re not breathing to focus on his cum filling you again.

Luckily, it’s only a second or two before you gasp and come back, chest heaving and a string of filthy moans leaving your lips. Chan lets out a relieved breath and leans back in to cover your exposed throat in kisses and soft bites. He wants to mark you, but he knows you work a very public facing job and the lovebites would likely get you fired.

Though, it suddenly occurs to him that he makes more than enough to support you both, and he doesn’t want you to work when your body needs all the energy to grow healthy pups, so, fuck your job.

As soon as Chan’s mouth suctions to your neck, you slide one hand into his shaggy hair and hold him closer, encouraging him to suck mark after mark into your skin as his hips grind up into you, a new desperation under his skin as he feels his cock flaring in a way he didn’t expect to experience yet, if at all.

Chan whines against your neck as his knot grows and grows, forcing your dripping pussy to mould around it while you writhe at the extra pressure and stimulation you’ve not felt before.

“Th-that’s it, baby, t-take my kn-not,” Chan encourages breathlessly, fingers digging into your ass hard enough you know you’re going to bruise; marks you’ll wear with pride.

“S’good,” you slur, grinding down against him and tightening your thighs around his waist, making Chan moan appreciatively against your throat before his shoulders tense and nails dig into your flesh as a final, mind shattering orgasm rips through his body once his knot is as big as possible and locking your bodies together to keep his thick, sticky cum from seeping out.

Slowly, the tension in Chan’s shoulders seeps away and he melts against you, fingers loosening against your skin before smoothing soothingly over the indents he can feel decorating your asscheeks. “Sorry,” he mumbles apologetically, finally feeling his libido rest and his rut to end now that he’s given his animal side exactly what it wanted so desperately.

“I liked it,” you assure softly, fingers running through his hair soothingly. He hadn’t even noticed you’re doing it until now and lifts his head to look at you. You smile at him, looking sleepy and utterly sated. Beautiful.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he breathes out in awe before he can even register what intends to spill from his lips. He flushes a little, making his already exertion-red features darken further.

You giggle and cup his cheeks before tilting your head forward to press a soft kiss to his lips that makes butterflies erupt in his stomach. “So are you. We’ll have beautiful babies, huh?”

“O-oh,” he swallows thickly, eyes widening slightly. “You-you weren’t just indulging my rut?”

“I was horny, not stupid. I’m not going to indulge a breeding kink without precaution in place for just anyone, you know.”

“So you will keep it, if I really have put a baby in you?”

“What happened to saying pup?” You frown confusedly.

Chan smiles embarrassedly. “Sorry, that’s the wolf side of me, it only comes out during rut.”

“Oh, so your rut is over?” He nods and watches puzzled as your lips protrude a little.

“Are you sulking?”

“No.”

“You’re pouting.”

“It was hot, okay,” you huff, cheeks tickling pink. “Nobody’s fucked me like that before and I’ve been with a werewolf before, but he was…boring.”

Chan snorts a laugh. “I’m telling Seokmin you called him boring,” he teases, making you look at him with wide eyes. “Did you forget that he’s my friend? I literally introduced you two.”

“Shit, please forget I said anything.”

“Can’t believe you just told me my friend is bad at sex.”

“It was good! He wasn’t bad, like he made me cum multiple times without fail every time, but he was just…too sweet and…vanilla…” you trail off when you notice the slightly darkened, determined expression on Chan’s face. “Uhm, are you okay?”

“I can make you cum again.”

“What?” You laugh. “That wasn’t a jab at you!”

“I can do it!” He assures, slipping a hand between your bodies to locate your clit and start working his fingers over it, making your eyes widen in surprise. “Gonna make you cum so much you won’t be able to remember anyone’s touch but mine.”

“Good,” you agree and tug him in to kiss the pleased smirk off his face.

As it turns out, Chan is a man of his word; he sends you into a sharp orgasm against the door before carrying you to your bedroom where he lays you out and makes use of the vibrator abandoned on your still damp sheets to work another two orgasms out of you before his knot goes down. Then he fucks you until you’re sure neither of you will be getting up for at least an hour.

While he’s laid tracing mindless patterns on your bare, sticky back while you’re sprawled half on top of him even though you’re both covered in sweat and cum to the point it should be disgusting, but it just makes him weirdly proud, Chan finds that for the first time in his life, he’s glad that his rut makes him react so animalistically; he doubts he would’ve gained the courage to claim you for himself otherwise.

Thank fuck for instincts.

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pairing: korea local!yunho x new to city!reader [smau]

a/n: this ones sad.. sorry, not proofread

2nd person pov

after the long meeting with her boss and some agents from the other branches on a zoom call right after, you were exhausted. laying on your bed and scrolling on your phone. it was barely 3pm. you still weren't 100% sure what to do, but you had an idea. you called the only person you knew to call. "chris? you're still up?" you ask to which you get a slightly sleepy but awake chris answer.

"yeah I am what's up?." of course he was up.. typical crazy hours of the night awake chris bahng. "I think.. I know where im going to pick" you say closing your eyes to make sure this was the right decision. "oh that's grea-" he starts to say. "im coming home" you say before he could finish his own sentence. "oh that's great y/n" he replies after a moment of silence on his end. "you don't sound as happy as I thought you'd be" you reply. "well I am excited I promise. I just.. are you sure?"

"I thought it through and.. yeah im coming home chris" you say again. "I miss you a lot and.. as much as I know you won't admit it, I know you're struggling chris.. lix called me last night" chris curses slightly away from his speaker so you couldn't hear it but you obviously could. "what'd he say?" chris asks. "I mean a lot but basically what we talked about the other day. chris you know you don't have to hide anything from me"

"I know y/n but I know you love Korea.. it's all you talked about for the past year. are you sure you're making the right choice?" he asks, almost a bit nervously. "I had a lot of time to think.. and yeah I do. some things that happened only confirmed it. but anyway, I'm coming home flights in 2 days so I've got to pack. bye chris"

you hang up the phone and stare at your empty suitcases in front of you. or.. one slightly packed suitcase and 2 empty ones. you almost second guess yourself but stop your thoughts before going to start packing your things. you go easy packing clothes first. luckily it was still summer. no heavy jackets to pack.

you put in your shirts, pants, the skirt you wore when you first met san.. the pants yeosang and mingi insisted you bought. they were a strange shade of pink you'd never wear, but looking at them now, they were almost endearing. you finished packing most of your clothes before packing other things you brought or bought while in Korea.

you put in your polaroid camera. not before looking through all the photos you'd taken on them. the first photo you took with wooyoung and jongho after they picked you up, the street food with yeosang and mingi, han river and ice cream with san, ducks and the pretty picnic you had with seonghwa and hongjoong, seoul tower with yunho and san, the beach with yunho.. oh and of course how could you forget? the lock you had bought hoping to put it up with yunho.

you feel a tear drop onto the lock you grasped in your hand. "fuck" you mutter, wiping it away with your sleeve. you put it in your bag as well before covering it with some plushie mingi had bought you from a store in myeongdong. you were making the right choice. at least you thought you were. it was too late to think a coherent thought anyway.

fucking yunho. you think to yourself as you finished packing the second suitcase. you think about the kiss he so casually left on your cheek. like it was still there. it was like it stung your face. like a memory you only slightly wanted to get rid of. you didn't even realize how exhausted you were as you fall asleep on your packed bag and only wake up when you see your friends through the ring camera. shit your friends.. you didn't even tell them...

you quickly buzz them up, and panic slightly. what would you do? how would you tell them? what would they say? what if they hated you after? your thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell which you stood up to go answer. "hi guys" you say quietly as the seven boys pile in. they notice your bags on the floor.

"so what'd you decide to do?" wooyoung asks, breaking the silence first as they were all either at your table, on the floor, or on your bed. "I-" you start. but your mouth goes dry, you lose your words, you forget how to fucking speak. even though they said this was your choice, which it was, you still felt so fucking guilty for leaving them.

but chris- you didn't know what to do not like you had a choice anyway as your passport sat on the table with your boarding pass you had printed earlier that morning nestled inside it. it seemed to go unnoticed by the boys at first till- "ah.. back to Aussie Australia?" mingi said, trying to make you laugh when he saw the look on your face.

"um.. yeah back to-" your voice broke.. you couldn't even say it out loud as you feel your tears start back up again. "Im sorry" you said. you didn't even know what you were apologizing for. going home? for crying and absolutely falling apart in front of them? for not telling them till now? you didn't know.

seonghwa gets up from the floor and hugs you first. you two weren't as close as say you and wooyoung and jongho were but that hug alone was comfort enough. you cling onto his arms like he would vanish if you let go and sobbed into his shirt. probably drenching it but you didn't even care. the rest followed close behind. even jongho who you knew hated physical contact was joined in on the hug.

after you calmed down a bit and got some water yeosang grabbed from your fridge you sit back down and collect yourself. "yeah i'm going back I think seeing how everything's going to play out I think its my best option" the boys nodded. no one said anything not really sure what to say anyway. "if that's what you have to do then its what you have to do." yeosang says. "when's your flight?" san asked. "tomorrow" you say quietly.

"TOMORROW?" wooyoung practically yells which you nod. "but we cant even have a goodbye party or anything?!" mingi exclaims after. "its ok" you say simply. "its not goodbye.. its see you later" you say to which jongho side eyes you. "cringe as hell" he says and you laugh. you laugh for the first time in 4 days.

"did you tell yunho?" san asked which made the room go silent again. "I tried texting.. and calling he never responded" you sighed. maybe it was for the better? you didn't want to think about it. the yunho topic was soon glazed over as everyone helped you pack before leaving in the late hours of the night everyone giving you hugs and saying goodbye one by one. "don't crash the plane" jongho says to which you laugh and flick his forehead.

your left in silence once again as the clock strikes 1:30am. your flight was for 10am. wooyoung insisted he drove you but you declined, not wanting him to mess up his sleep schedule even more. you try to get sleep which barely worked and you were out the door by 7:30am.

you put your house key in a box in your landlord's office, thanking him before you start your walk to the subway to get to the airport. before you could comprehend what was happening, yunho appeared infront of you, looking absolutely out of breath. "yunho?" you say confused.

extras!

I honestly dont like writing in anything pov other than 3rd but I did this in 2nd person pov very deliberately so it wasn't in third person where you're just watching this unfold from the outside, or 1st person where you're in it, its in 2nd person where its like you're right there but you cant change anything about it. (I love deliberate storytelling mwahaha).

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[lucy---lou]

Part 16 Lucys-hdg-story

As soon as we're back in the hab Ellie and I are ushered into the bathroom. The bathtub already starts filling.

Then the realisation kicks in. We are all going to bathe together. Yes it already happened but I wasn't conscious. - And then Ellie strips naked.

I blush hard and stare a little, maybe quite a lot.

"Whatcha looking at hottie"

"I ehm what oh sorry I -"

I try to run out of the bathroom and get caught in vines. I let out whine. Still trying to escape the vines.

"Nice try kitten, you are not going to bed dirty, here I'll even help you"

A second later im naked. I try to hide my self behind nothing and another second late i'm being lowered into the bath. My blush intensifies. Ellie is also placed in the bath and then decides to come and cuddle me.

I blush so hard I think im going to burn up. I let out another whine.

"Just cuddles nothing special", Ellie giggles.

Miss Duralis drops something into the bath and it start fuzzily bubling. Everything starts getting tingly. Oh no more drugs, but I want them there great, come on brain decide what you want.

The bath was heavenly. I would have drowned if Miss Duralis hadn't held me. I definitely drowned in bliss and relaxantion and every other imaginable pleasurable feeling. And as promised cuddling was the most intimate thing that happened. Otherwise they would've had to separate the molten Lucy from the bathwater.

In one smooth motion I got lifted out of the bath and was dried with an unbelievably soft towel. I put on the pair pyjamas with way too many cats on it on and head to the sink. Picking up the toothbrush I notice the thing.

"Why am I wearing the CHOKER!?"

"Because you look good in it?", not helpful Ellie.

"I put it on while you were asleep in the park. And I'm glad I did."

"Why!?"

"It stopped your panic attack before you could harm yourself in anyway"

"The flashing and beeping didn't help, you know"

"I'm sorry my little kitten. It wasn't set sensitive enough for you. The flashes are supposed to tell you, to do a calming exercise."

"mmrrrfrr", I let myself fall/sit on the ground.

"And no you can't take it off. I deem it unsafe to do so"

Great I'm fucking doomed. I'm going to be a mindless pet. They'll have me high on drugs. Not let me do anything on my own. Cuddle me all the time, feed me and... and...

Wait everything already applies to me. I - I start to cry uncontrollably. Why exactly I don't really know. I do actually know I just don't want to acknowledge it.

"Hhh-Hu hug mee please?", I whisper. Vines shoot out and completely encase me. Using my little movement I have left, I burry myself deeper into Misstr- Duralis. I grab the thickest vine I find and hug it. It's very fuzzy and glows as bit. I let myself be pulled to sleep by the ever beating rhythm of Misstre- Duralis.

[mellohiizz]

idk if you still do art reqs but can i have the uu mcs cuddling? /p

we finally got content of them together and im so happy over it guys... after war nap ^_^

[hinamie]

clingy

[book-lover85]

Stay at home dad and artist on commission Keefe

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Hang on I have another dpxdc take

Justice League want Phantom to join but he refuses. Till someone tells him he gets to go to the watchtower. He doesn’t care. Then they say it’s in space. Ok yea hes going.

[thesupernaturalhouse]

Newest video, spent 2 hours in it, was it worth it? Probably not, especially since I got plans tomorrow but I needed to do it now anyways enjoy

"If your so mature now"

[pcktknife]

yall...we are officially post-timeskip

[kaisollisto]

[uldahstreetrat]

3 for the kiss prompt 👀

The pad of their thumb tracing your lower lip, dragging downwards a little; the hitch in your breath when their eyes flicker from your lips to meeting your eyes (also requested by @bnuuywol)

"Thank you again for inviting me to dinner." Anais said, gently stacking plates and cups from the table. "It's always nice to see the girls. Especially under circumstances that aren't so dire for once."

"It was their idea, actually." Gaius replied.

"You mean it was Allie's idea," She smiled sadly, "I'm sure Mitnu still doesn't care much to have me around."

He took the stack of dishes from in front of her and carried it to the sink. "She only pretends like she doesn't. It was her idea, Allie just planned it." He was sure they had both planned it, well before they ever brought it up in front of him. His daughters were all too quick to excuse themselves for the evening after dinner as well, leaving him and Anais alone. He could only imagine why.

He knew why.

Gaius looked over to her where she had sat back down at the table, nervously rubbing each finger on her hand in turn. Things between them had been awkward for a while now. He only had himself to blame. He looked instead to where his coat hung by the door, the masks of the ascians he had slain still hanging from its belt. Anais wasn't like them. He still regretted the things he had said to her before that was clear to him. "I-"

"Am I trying too hard to be a mother to them?"

He looked back to her in surprise, eyebrows raised. She wore a look of deeply embarrassed concern, rubbing her hands across each other in an even more anxious manner than she had already been. Gaius couldn't help but laugh, a deeply unnatural sound coming from him.

"Don't laugh at me!" She sighed in distress and got up from her seat.

"I'm sorry, I didn't- I don't mean to-" He shook his head and composed himself, looking down at her. Anais stood in front of him now, arms crossed and frowning. "They love having you around. Both of them. I can promise you that much."

She took a deep breath in and sighed. "I worry overmuch. I know." She smiled up at him softly before tilting her head at him quizzically, "Oh, hold still, you have something on your face."

The moment her hand met his face, Gaius froze. He couldn't think as her thumb traced the bottom corner of his lip. It felt like time slowed down at her touch, gently caressing his face.

"Hm... I guess it must have just been the light," Anais looked up from his lips and met his eyes. She, too, froze in place. For an eternity they stood there, transfixed on one another's gaze, before finally she pulled her hand away. "I'm so sorry! I don't know why I-"

Gaius grabbed her wrist in one hand and her waist in the other and kissed her. To his surprise, she kissed him back. Wholeheartedly. She placed her hand once again against his face, keeping it there even after they pulled away. Her face was flushed and those eyes that already shone like stars sparkled even more.

"Well, I, um-" Anais stumbled over her words, her lips moving but unable to form something to say.

"Stay the night with me."

She smiled. "I'd love to."

[em-b-sides]

I think about that tiktok trend where you like paint your partners eye color on your nails or make a bracelet or something with the color a lot actually

[spearxwind]

Hiya, I’d like to put some thoughts out there on my blog (my house) bc I need to yarf some intense feelings or I fear I will explode on a nuclear scale. This is about hollowridge (not in a negative light!! just explaining + reminiscing of old stuff and talking about new stuff. Pouring my heart out more than a little bit.)

I will put them under a readmore of course, this is PRETTY long winded, so you can read or ignore at your leisure -w- 

I was in my adri tag a while ago looking for some images and ended up going through the whole thing and seeing the evolution of him as a character and HR as a story. Additionally, I recently organized my external memory where all my art files are stored and also saw my old stuff, old concepts, old documents with info and ideas, etc etc and like other times where I have looked through my old stuff I have been WRACKED with so many emotions about it. It’s always a dangerous game to go back into my folders/tags to look because I always end up feeling this whooole spiel all at once and very intensely.

Seeing my content shifts is jarring. Very much so. It always is. I don’t think I can pinpoint causes, some of my better creative highs were at really low points in my life, and then other times my creativity and worlds were subsequently really hardly hit during similar lows. I like to think that I am on the up now though, both mentally and creatively. I’m getting back into a lot of things I love, and I am surrounded by people who I love dearly and who love me back, and things in general are really good! I feel less… I wouldn't say wrathful, but way less frustrated when looking back at my old stuff and more inspired to go back to these concepts with a healthier more open mind + knowing that I have improved nonetheless. 

Specifically for hollowridge. Hollowridge feels like a home to me, simple as that. It's something immensely dear to me and I think this is clear by how much effort I have put into it over time, not all of it well placed or with good results, but effort to make it the best that it could be (at best) and effort to keep it afloat (at worst). HR is a strange thing to look back on because it has gone through so many iterations that its hard to pinpoint just one when looking back, but there's a specific time slot (2017-2018 roughly… I’m not gonna check) that I believe is where it was at its best, and that is specifically the vibe that I am trying really hard to go back to with the newest iteration.

I’ve always struggled with it a lot, I've often voiced this publicly, or to friends who would hear my woes out (god bless them for hearing me go on and on about this like a bass boosted and emotional broken record), often because there was so many possibilities that I could run with and I had a lot of really, really conflicting ideas that I wanted to explore. I also had a lot of trouble with lore in general because for many years I was haunted by the absurd need to “make things make sense”, whatever that means. Having things grounded so that people wouldn't be able to poke holes into the watertight plot.. which I never achieved of course. It was less watertight and more of a welded together pringle shaped monstrosity (This was not only true for hollowridge, but was true for everything I have ever made. like in general. It’s been a consistent creative problem for me). 

Eventually what happened iteration after iteration was that I throttled myself too much with rules, random limitations, all in favor of making something cohesive and deleting all the fun bits off the project in the process.

For this reason I also can’t just up and go “yeah i'm gonna turboscrap everything and go back to what worked in 2017” because it also DIDN’T work then. But that vibe specifically is what I am aiming for. The “classic” vibe, if you will (if that means anything to you as it does to me.)

What didn't work for me back in the day was giving everything a reason for existing, which is something I no longer wish to do (it’s better that way) and also something that failed back then both in HR, and in extinction (earlier drafts) and just about any version of a story I ever tried to make was THE SCOPE. It always spiraled out of my hands. God entities always escape me. Magic systems always escape me. How cities and such would be regulated in these scenarios escape me. Its just things I’m not comfortable writing about in general

So that’s why I have made changes to it currently (the whole lens of technology over it) because it makes it easier to think about, and easier to handle. Post apocalypses are fun to handle, and also easy to handle (for me, in this context). Technology going awry feels like its easier to think about than just vague “magic”, even if in the end the aesthetic looks literally exactly the same. Does that make sense? I hope it makes sense.

To give an example: Magic spells and circles → programs and code lines. That can be shot into machinery or meat (recodes your fucking genome in real time and gives you super brain hemorrhage idk). I guess it just gives my brain something to latch onto that isnt just vague rules of a magic system that could potentially be anything and everything? It essentially works the exact same way… its just the lens of looking at it is changed.

Mimics are their own thing now (nanotechnology, instead of vague.. shadow things). Adri is his own thing while still connected to mimics (an angel array made of the same stuff, instead of.. whatever else). Connected to the world. AND all the conflicting but dearly beloved concepts I had for him actually fit (snake, scarf, smoke, usurper of a body that is not his. Hey remember when he was made out of ashes/smoke and eventually out of goop. Well all of that is true at once now! It’s ALL canon! Bitch! The concepts have been reconciled!!)

There are also more “normal” creatures besides these, animals that have either evolved aboveground due to fit into new world niches (so I can design Whatever without being too limited) and there’s also machine/biomachine chimeras, and purposed grown organisms, and just Weird Shit made by machines in the belly of the earth (meat is just complex machinery. you know this. your heart is a piston and your blood gasoline. but I digress.) So I have the space to Get Weird if I so choose, on my own terms this time. And it will have a proper place in the world.

There used to be a lot of concepts that were cool that I missed a lot when I had to shift away from them. Like mimics infecting people and pretending to be them, and then being able to break the hosts bodies apart to make bodies for the mimic itself. That did not fly in pretty much 80% of the later versions of HR but I was able to bring it back for this one. I’ve tied mimics to the epidemic and to Adri in a way that MAKES SENSE but lets me go wild anyways

I guess… the short way of explaining is that. Instead of it being very vague supernatural stuff of dubious origin, now it's a ‘manmade horrors beyond your comprehension’ type deal (still of dubious origin). Which obviously neither the characters nor I would be able to explain to you the details of its origins but the distinction MATTERS to me (to my brain).

Something else about HR is that it’s made up of me having rounded up a bunch of ocs who’s stories were empty or were left to the void so that they could have a fitting home where they could shine. At the end of the day I just wanna do my characters justice. I don’t want to just relegate them to nice set pieces (even though they ARE cool set pieces), but each of them has years of backstory stuff that I would like to keep to not lose the essence of said character and its where I put the bulk of my writing effort into.

I want their connections to the story to be solid, but I also want their base vibes and the vibes I am familiar with for those characters to BE THERE too. So if I’m slow with revealing info, or writing in general, its literally because all the processing power in my skull is being used to think of how to best approach that and not just throw low quality spaghetti at a wall. (Sometimes the spaghetti method works very well, but often. It does not. And only makes things more complex in the long run, so I have learned to be more careful with it)

Dianne and Nirven are over 12 years old now as characters. That 's insane. And she still has the same core concept of how her magic works as I created it ages ago.

Same for Bei. He still has his same vibe back when I made him 10 years ago.

And Adam when I made him 9 years ago. Though I’m working out stuff for him still in this new edition, but I’ll get there. I promise. 

Sooo……….. What I’m really trying to say is that I’m learning to have fun again. And at the same time (re)realizing I used to have some super swag ideas that I have never fully let go of that I am VERY adamant on keeping. And my aim is to go back to that unhinged unbridled joy of creating for a world that is just So Fucked Up but it Works somehow. And yeah, if you’ve ever been frustrated at my changes don’t worry: me fuckin’ too buddy. A thousandfold. And if you’ve ever been curious as to the why of everything, then I hope this rant serves as some sort of explanation?

So yeah, if you’re an old fan and missed old stuff, I hope I am able to do it justice once more and from now on. I promise I am trying my best, I always have been. It just works better sometimes. And if you are someone new and dont know what the fuck I’m talking about, 1. thank you for reading this far and 2. I hope you enjoy the ride regardless

And who knows…. knowing me in a few years I might see this all changed again. Or maybe this will be the one, finally, that sticks. We’ll see. At the moment like I said, I am focusing on loving my characters, their world, their and my original intentions, and just having as much fun as I can with it. If I create confusion in the process then that’s something I will have to accept. I’m not a big media corporation with a team or writers, or even just one (1) accomplished author with a huge brain. I’m not tolkien. I’m just some guy having fun with made up guys in my brain

Thank you for reading this far, if you did, if there’s anything you’d like to comment or discuss (if anything, I don’t expect it) please feel free to reply or DM me, I try to respond in a timely manner when possible <3 

Thanks for sticking around too. It means the world to me that you have. Have a really good week, cheers

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