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skoulsons · 11 months

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Tommy takes Polaroids of Joel and Ellie.

It’s not often, in fact it’s more rare than anything, but the chance to capture sweet moments between them makes Tommy’s heart full, especially seeing the gentleness in how Joel treats her and the way he smiles when she looks at him.

He knows they appreciate them, too.

The first one was when they fell asleep on the couch together. They weren’t even in Jackson one week at this point, Tommy taking regular stops to their house to make sure they were settling in well. Maria cooked a casserole for them, Tommy offering to walk it down to their place in her stead.

He entered the house to the two of them tucked tightly under an old quilt, Joel’s light snores filling the room. His feet were propped up on the coffee table as his left arm was draped loosely around Ellie’s shoulders, his right under the quilt. Ellie was against his side, her head against his chest and her knees bent, curled ip beside him.

Tommy didn’t know they even had a Polaroid or where on earth they got it from, but it was there, on a nearby side table practically begging to be used. The second the flash went off, Joel groaned and swore, Ellie exclaiming something along the lines of what the fuck, Tommy before pressing her face further into Joel’s chest to try and wipe the white lights dotting her vision.

Tommy let the photo settle before rushing out the door, leaving it beside the Polaroid on the nearby side table.

Once they framed it, Ellie kept it; the frame residing right next to her on her bedside table.

The second time was at the stables. Tommy had invited Ellie down to help out with them and she begged Joel to join them. Reluctantly, he did, his reluctance slowly fading as he watched her beaming smile reconnecting with Shimmer.

Shimmer was bigger now, big enough now to hold a human. Tommy watched on as Joel helped her up, his hands hooked beneath her boot before moving to her shins to steady her balance. His hand lingered on her calf as she adjusted herself atop Shimmer, gently petting her mane.

Tommy took it then. He wasn’t paying attention to expressions much, but to his delight, Joel had one of the widest grins Tommy had seen in years.

They framed that one, too. Joel claimed it, the picture sitting proudly on top of his dresser.

The third time was after the baby was born. But this time, Tommy didn’t take it. Maria did.

Maybe it was a bad idea to take a Polaroid in the same room as a newborn, but she was sleeping, so they said it was fine.

The baby was just over a day old, Maria up and healthy as the baby was passed around. Joel was more or less a wreck having yet another baby girl in the family, but he was overjoyed over it.

Tommy handed the little one to Joel, him taking her in his arms with the utmost care he could manage. She was so small, memories of holding Sarah in his arms rushed back to him.

He held her in the crook of his left elbow. He brought his right hand up, lightly rubbing the knuckle of his first finger over her cheeks, the same he tends to do with Ellie. The little one reached out and grasped his first finger, holding it tightly as he eyes peered at him, awestruck.

Quite the grip you got there, sweet girl, he whispered, smiling as he moved his head finger back and forth above her tummy.

Uncle Joel, Ellie said, smiling at the child. It has a nice ring to it.

Tommy stood beside them, relishing in the look Joel had toward his niece. That soft, reserved smile that he doesn’t show often. The creases at the corners of his eyes as he whispers gentle hi’s to her.

Tommy brought his hand up to Joel’s shoulder and squeezed tight, the action saying everything they’re not sure what to express in a moment like this.

That was the framed picture. Tommy’s hand on Joel’s shoulder, an emotional, brotherly smile plastered on his face as he watched his brother cradle a baby like not a day had passed. Joel’s finger still held onto by the little one, his smile as wide as the sea as he watched his niece. And Ellie, pressed up against Joel’s side, one of the baby’s feet fitted gently in Ellie’s palm, watching Joel’s smile with her own, nearly as wide as his.

It sits on their kitchen countertop, that way they each see it every day. A sweet, perfect memory captured. A moment when time stood still, the four of them wrapped up in the deep, unconditional love for each other.

#THIS ISNT MARIA ERASURE #brain just #joel tommy ellie joel tommy ellie joel tommy ellie #anyway.#is this good #who KNOWS hope u all enjoyed #I wrote that fic the other day #its pinned if you haven’t seen it I’d love if you read it!!!!!#w the Polaroid pic I put in #I’ve been thinking about Polaroids a lot since then #so.#the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #tommy miller #L writes #L fics

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myonedream · 3 months

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I know I just reblogged a post with these pictures but I have to say something. These pictures like… ugh imagine sitting on his lap with him in this room, his pants and boxers down to his ankles, arms wrapped around you and his dick inside you under your skirt. We all know Soob is packing and like picture every inch filling your pussy up, using his big hands to move you up and down on it, your arms wrapped around his neck, him leaning down to whisper “That’s my good girl, you’re doing such a good job for me, princess. That feel good, hm?” in your ear, panting and groaning himself, lips sucking at your neck, leaving bright marks. You’re breathless, screaming his name to the point you’re gonna get a noise complaint and finally he hits the point where you come undone and you shake around him. “Ah, fuck… that feel good?” He asks whilst still bouncing you on him and you nod frantically. “Yes? Good. Mmm… I’m gonna cum now too. Where should I cum, baby?” And you say “In me,” to which he moans out your name and fills you so full of his cum to the point it’s leaking out and… just… aaahhh, I feel dizzy.

#L writes #this was longer than i expected but i had to get the thought out cause never has a man looked more ridable #choi soobin #soobin #soobin hard hours #soobin hard thoughts #soobin drabble #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #tomorrow x together

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stfumons · 10 months

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I guess this is what flirting looks like

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callmewishful · 2 months

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Day Two of Gautier Family Week! Grief, mourning, and loss await…

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It was late when the knight woke them; frantic pounding on the door that caused Matthias to jump from the bed. His first thoughts were of his sons. Both boys liked to stay out late, Miklan more so than Sylvain, and such late-night excursions could bring trouble. Especially with the like Miklan hung out with and the deeds that Sylvain did. Matthias knew both from personal experience.

“Urgent message from Fhirdiad, M’Lord.” The messenger thrust the letter upon him. Matthias would kill Lambert if it truly wasn’t urgent.

But, according to a staffer in the letter, it was, and the Margrave found himself on the blackened road to his capital in the wee hours of the night. Phelan had begged him to take a battalion or two with him; he couldn’t though. If it was what he feared when he read ‘an incident occurred in Duscur’ then he needed to arrive quickly, and the extra men would only slow him down.

He noted immediately that Rodrigue had not yet arrived, judging by the lack of noise in the castle. Rodrigue could often be found chatting amongst the knights or the staffers, telling horrid jokes and rambling on about whatever topic of conversation suited him best that hour. Instead, the air in the castle felt…stif. There was a tension that Matthias couldn’t quite determine a cause for. Aside from the fact that morning was just breaking, and the people inside had surely been awake for half a day already, things seemed relatively normal.

At least until the first staffer spotted him.

“Ahh! Margrave Gautier!” She ran forward with a haste that worried Matthias. He felt like a healer who was urgently needed because a dying patient came in. And Matthias was no healer. That was Rodrigue.

The woman grabbed onto his forearm, pulling him forward without taking a moments pause to explain. Matthias opened his mouth to question her but was caught off guard by the sheer strength she possessed that caused him to stumble forward after her. Once he regained his pace, he went to ask again on the gravity of the situation. Perhaps Lambert was in a worse state than he had feared. Perhaps it was the Sreng campaign once more and Lambert’s inability to stay with the group nearly got him killed a second time…well, technically a fourth time but Matthias was trying not to hold that against him.

“Madam, where are we off to?” When Matthias found his voice, it was not to ask the question he had initially wanted. The lady passed the stairs leading up to Lambert’s room and his study and his office, all places that Lambert would be. Instead, she dragged him onward towards the main sitting room. He didn’t understand what could be in that room. There was no holiday. It hadn’t been Matthias’s birthday. If things with Duscur had gone well, the staffer wouldn’t have called it ‘an incident.’ Or maybe Lambert would direct them to because he knew it would get Matthias there faster…. Lambert was smart and cunning like that when he wanted to be. If this was truly a ploy to get him into a party, they would be celebrating Matthias going to jail for treason.

He was even more confused when they came upon the sitting room and only the young Prince sat on the ground before the fire. Dimitri was huddled into a blanket, yet he shivered as though that and the fire did nothing for him. His hair was wet, freshly washed perhaps as it was not raining, and hung down in darker blonde clumps. Surely that was the cause of his cold.

Matthias rose an eyebrow at the staffer. For the first time since taking him on this journey, she looked him in the eye. With a cocked head and furrowed brows, she looked just as unsure as Matthias felt. “My Lord?”

“What is going on?” Matthias whispered, gesturing around him.

Her face paled and the woman swallowed hard. Apparently, she had been under the impression Matthias knew exactly what was going on and she was not excited about being the one to have to tell him. “You-you didn’t hear about Duscur?”

“Only that there was an incident.”

“Oh.” She looked out towards His Highness then before turning to look the other way; trying to find someone else to break the news. He knew this behavior. He’d seen it before. It was bad, then. Far worse than he had thought.

“Where is Lambert?” Matthias knew the answer to this question.

The lady looked down at the floor, biting her bottom lip before meeting his intense gaze. “I-I am so sorry, M’Lord-“

“By whose hand?”

This question confused her. “Duscur’s?”

Matthias frowned. He doubted that. Duscur wasn’t that foolish…were they? Matthias thought things had gone well between the two countries. Lambert always spoke so positively of their exchanges and brief meetings. Though his old friend was…had been…apt to see the brighter side than most others. Still, Lambert was a strong man. He had pushed through far heftier defensive lines and came through unscathed. He survived saving Rodrigue from bandits and Sreng. Surely Lambert could survive Duscur of all countries.

“Ahh, Leanna!” Rodrigue waved to the woman in front of Matthias with a cheerful smile. Clearly Rodrigue did not know anything either. The man would never be able to even feign a smile had he known about the rumors of Lambert.

“Duke Fraldarius.” Leanna nodded, mustering a small smile for him. Rodrigue picked up on her mood instantly, he always was perceptive like that, and he looked to Matthias. Despite the margrave’s steady expressions, Rodrigue always knew how to read them as well. Matthias could tell he didn’t do a good job of masking his pain because Rodrigue’s chipper mood fell like a struck pegasus.

“What happened?” He lowered his voice, eyes focused on Matthias. Leanna dismissed herself then, a lingering hand on Rodrigue’s upper arm. So, it fell to Matthias. He despised that. Rodrigue would take it hard, and they all knew it. Matthias didn’t wish to be the one to cause that pain.

In a brief moment of clarity, he remembered the young boy in the room beside them and he guided Rodrigue to an empty lounge down the hall. As they walked his mind spun in endless circles, desperate to figure out how the hell he was going to tell Rodrigue. His friend would be crushed, broken into many pieces. Matthias had to be gentle…and that was not a strong point of his. He was a man of duty, not emotion. And while Phelan had awoken a few of those he thought to be long dead, Matthias was still nowhere near the man he had once been.

There was so much to do though. The crown was gone, Dimitri too young to ascend the throne which meant it would fall to…dear Goddess she despised them. His Highness was likely shattered from potentially witnessing his father’s death, an investigation needed to be completed as to what the hell happened, knights to be interviewed, the battle scene to be inspected; someone had to give statement to the country, both noble and commoners. Lambert’s meetings and work would have to be gone through and that would be a damn pain because Lambert never, not once in his life, took good notes. And how were they to continue on to run the country when Lambert couldn’t be bothered to take five minutes to jot a few things down or when he wasn’t ever coming back? How could he be so foolish as to leave them like this? How could he leave them at all?

It wasn’t supposed to go that way. None of it was supposed to go that way. First Lia…now Lambert. The second funeral he never wanted to plan. The second funeral he shouldn’t have had to plan. Didn’t the Goddess know how things worked? Matthias was the margrave. He was tasked with protecting the country and laying his life down for the sake of it. Lambert was supposed to live to keep the country running until His Highness was of age.

Matthias had faced battle and threats every day since he was eight years old. How many times could the Goddess have taken his life instead?

It would’ve been better served. Matthias wasn’t like Lambert and Rodrigue. He’d lost too much, a wife, a son. Why wouldn’t the Goddess take him instead? He served his purpose. He provided Gautier and Faerghus two sons who had more skill and knowledge than Matthias had ever had in those years. If the Goddess really wanted to take someone for tribute for some sin or because she was angered at something, couldn’t she take him instead? Hell, she might have been doing the country a favor that way.

“Matthias.” Rodrigue pulled at the margrave’s sleeve. He looked desperate and Matthias couldn’t help thinking that maybe Rodrigue had started to piece things together for himself. Matthias had been so lost in his own damn head that he wasn’t acting. Wasn’t that the story of the last few years. Lambert was acting, working to better Faerghus. Wasn’t that another point in favor of his king’s life?

“What is going on?” Rodrigue begged, grabbing Matthias by the shoulders now. “You are…I haven’t seen this expression on your face since…dear Goddess, Matthias. No.”

As he suspected, Rodrigue figured it out before Matthias could say anything. Rodrigue was no idiot, even if Matthias did like to tease him with such in their youth. The duke collapsed in on himself, slow enough that Matthias was able to help lower him to the ground. Rodrigue kept repeating the same phrase ‘he can’t be, he can’t be’ as they sunk to the floor. His old friend took hold of the front of his shirt, eyes pleading and head shaking over and over. Matthias placed a heavy hand on Rodrigue’s shoulder; a finality it seemed, as the man finally closed his mouth and his eyes.

They sat like that, Matthias crouched beside Rodrigue while the duke sat on the floor with the tight grip on Matthias’s shirt, for what felt like years. Matthias swore the outside was dark, or maybe his eyes were just poorly adjusting to the light, by the time Rodrigue spoke again. “Dimitri.”

He tried to stand at the name of their new King, and Matthias finally spoke. “Don’t.”

“He needs-“

“I will tend to him. Take your time.”

Rodrigue retained his wits far quicker than Matthias had. With a quirked brow, he asked the question as gently as one could, “Are you sure you want to handle that?”

It was a fair question. Matthias was not as well versed in emotion but if there was one he knew well it was grief.

“I will be fine. You should rest, Rodrigue.” Matthias stood then, a task in front of him to attend to.

He needed to attend to the young boy because there was no mistaking it now. Their king, their leader, their friend was dead.

#man it’s fun to dig in Matthias’s brain and put him back here but it also hurts #gautierfamilyweek #matthias raoul gautier #rodrigue achille fraldarius #lambert egitte blaiddyd #l writes

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maddipinkkitty · 2 years

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Why isn’t this story working? Three Questions to ask yourself:

-Do I want to write this? yes, I know it may sound weird. But many of my writings that weren't good were often that way because I just wasn’t passionate about it, or I put some perimeter around it which made it less fun. Asking this is a good way of finding the purpose of writing it and can be broken down from there.

-What am I missing? Sometimes I write scenes that just feel....blah. Not working. When encountering this question, it’s usually because I forget to interact the other characters besides the main ones when they should be doing something. Vague, yes, but can be thought-provoking.

-Where do I go from here? Another issue I can have? Running out of outline material, leaving a chapter to feel dead. If the writer doesn’t know where to go next, the reader sure as hell isn’t either. Purpose is again important here. What will the characters want next? What plot point is going to happen next? How will it affect the characters? Knowing a way that is logical and utilizes the characters the best can help ease the blah-ness of a story.

#writing #writbelr #i'm a writer #writer problems #being a writer #writeblr #spilled ink #writing tips #personal advice #writing advice #l writes #writer #tips for writing #tips for writers #advice for writers

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yet-to-dawn · 7 months

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However, one day- someone will hold onto you. And then- you'll let go of someone, whom you're not.

To love- is to accept.

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callmeoops · 23 days

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I realized I never posted my continuation here. I'm not sure if anyone would be interested, but I did (after too long) continue my Light in the Dark series!

Dark in the Light is here :)

I could post every chapter here instead of having you go to AO3, if there is interest in that.

#daryl dixon x oc #light in the dark series #l writes

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love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie · 9 months

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Summer Surprise: Chapter 2

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Fandom: Gilmore girls

Chapters:2/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Miscarriage

Relationships: Luke Danes/Lorelai

Gilmore

Summary: Another summer rolls through Stars Hollow. In between the summer heat and the pool games, Lorelai and Luke are trying to find their way back after an unexpected loss hit them a few months back. Can they reconnect with the grief they still hold? Either way, Lorelai is giving it her best shot.

#L writes #gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #luke danes #luke and lorelai #rory gilmore #sookie st james #jackson belleville #writing #fanfiction #I’ve had this chapter ready to go for so long but had no time to edit #the Rory bit may feel off bit it was me trying to include her and allude to her looking for jess …to chat.. obviously just to chat..#:)#*but

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aesthxs · 8 months

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#quotes #life quote #beautiful quote #poetry #artists on tumblr #l writes #anime #itachi uchiha #chandryaan 3

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bookclubforghosts · 4 months

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I purchased a soft mounted rabbit today. Her name is Charlotte.

#L writes #idk why I named her Charlotte? I was looking at her and it just popped into my head #vulture culture #taxidermy

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skoulsons · 1 year

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“Ah! The newbies! Tommy said his brother was in town! What’s the name?”

Joel’s mouth turned into half a smirk at the elation in the voice of the man welcoming them to the Tipsy Bison. “Joel.” He said, motioning his hand that was not occupied with Ellie’s in her direction, “this is Ellie.”

“Joel and Ellie Miller. Nice to meet you folks!”

Ellie’s eyes grew wide. Ellie Miller.

Williams? Miller. Miller? Ellie Williams… Ellie Miller.

The voices of the conversing men were drowned out now, Ellie taken completely captive by her thoughts. Joel’s last name. My last name. Our last name. But… we’re not family. We can’t, can we? It’s his name, it’s not mine. I shouldn’t be called that. I shouldn’t be but I… want to be? Do I? Fuck, of course I do. Official shit? I’d get to be a Miller? Joel’s…

“-lie?”

She was back, her thoughts pushed somewhat back. “Hm?”

He faced her, her hand still in his. “Hey, you okay? You were out of it there for a minute,” he asked, voice unmistakably soft.

“Yup, perfect,” she said, trying to brush it off. It’s a name. Chill.

“Alright,” he said, not pushing it.

The chefs cooked up burgers for them that night and Joel nearly died and went to Heaven having a burger again. Ellie wasn’t as impressed, but seeing Joel eat with the biggest grin on his face and spew some pre-outbreak junk about how delicious a good homemade burger on the grill was made it worth it to her.

But even through dinner, the thoughts in Ellie’s head didn’t leave. They weren’t bad… just curious. Miller. Ellie Miller. It’s just a simple hope. It would never happen; stop making a big deal out of it.

Even after dinner and their walk home, Joel could feel a difference. Silent communication to feeling a difference in them through… the others scent? The way they walk? How their head hung? He couldn’t tell. But there was… something there that was different about her.

They both kicked off their shoes, Ellie moving to the couch immediately to plop into the weary leather.

He asked again. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Fine.”

He stood by the door, eyebrows raised and hands alarmingly close to sitting on his hips.

She sighed, throwing her head against the back of the couch. “Nothing bad, I swear. Just… some thoughts.”

“Baby, from what I’ve seen, majority of your thoughts are bad.”

“Wow, helpful,” she said, letting out an exasperated sigh. “But you’re right. But I swear, they’re not bad. Just dumb.”

Joel sat on the other end of the couch to face her. He didn’t speak, but he did want to hear from her. Poking and prodding about her dumb thoughts would shut her down. Her dumb thoughts would still overtake her in a number of ways and he wanted her to talk about them, no matter how dumb she said or thought they were.

He sat and waited patiently for her to start.

“What the guy said earlier at dinner.”

“What, specifically?”

She half groaned, annoyed with how such dumb thoughts were making her feel. “When we first got there. You introduced us and he said Joel and Ellie Miller…”

Joel turned his head to the side, a few lightbulbs going off.

“I just… didn’t know how to feel about it, I guess. But, it’s dumb. I’m sure sleeping on it will be fine.”

“Ellie,” he started, cautiously approaching the question, “what was your reaction to it? Did you hate it or was there…”

“Interest,” Ellie continued for him. “Interest, I think? I don’t know, it’s not like I go by Ellie Williams everywhere I go. But… Miller is your name. It’s Tommy’s, it’s Maria’s. It’s not… mine. But…” she trailed off slightly, pulling at her fingers as she glanced up at him. “I kept saying it as my last name in my head and it felt… good, almost. But I’m not a part of the family and using it as my last name seems really official and we’re not official and I’m not related to you guys so it feels wrong to want something when-“

“Hey,” he interrupted, grabbing her hand from across the couch. “My last name does not define whether you’re in the family or not, got it?”

Ellie sniffed and swallowed, forcing the lump in her throat down. “Still… it feels weird.”

“Tell you what,” he grabbed her hand with his other, holding it tight. “We try it on for size for a little while? If you want. There’s a lot of families we haven’t met. Plenty of kids your age, adults my age. They know I’m Tommy’s brother, so they’re going to assume you’re related, too. If you want, when introducing yourself, you can use Miller to see how it sounds.” He smiled at her. Ellie Miller. Fuck, he’d love it. “If you end up hatin’ it, you don’t have to use it. Okay?”

She nodded in agreement, “Okay.” She looked up at him again, noting those familiar creases at the corners of his eyes. “Do you… like how it sounds?”

His smile grew as he brought her enveloped hand up to his lips, adjusting his grip on her so he could kiss her knuckles briefly, the feel of his stubble causing her to reflexively flex her fingers at the feeling. “Course I do,” he said, grabbing hold of her hand again. “But I’m not gonna ask you to use it if you end up hating it.”

She smiled, nodding in understanding. She wouldn’t hate it. It’s his last name. If this is as official as they can get, she wants it.

They stayed on the couch, Ellie eventually changing positions to laying her head on his thigh as he told her Miller Family Stories, per her request. The majority of them were embarrassing stories of Tommy in his youth, stories Joel supposedly was made to swear would never leave the immediate family.

But Ellie was a part of the immediate family now, and she’s definitely going to use her newfound knowledge against her uncle.

#Jess this is for you you talk about Ellie miller all the time #ever since that fic of him kissing her knuckles #it seriously hasn’t left my brain #and while yes #it was not my plan to include it in this #it happened anyway #hand holding !#knuckle kissing ! apparently because flfjfpfgj my new love #proximity !#Ellie being a miller #my beloved. all of those. beloved little things.#the last of us hbo #the last of us #joel miller #ellie williams #ellie miller #l writes

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A/N ~ Hello loves! If you don’t already know, this is my first fic on here! My name is L (more on me in my pinned post if interested), I’ve been on Tumblr for 10 years and writing in general for even longer so I’m definitely not new to either, though I’ve never written smut before so this is my first time for that. I really wanted to write this fic in particular as it’s something that plagues my mind every since this -> post/ask from @napofamoon. Even though now I made this about Hyuka hehe (tbh imagined it as him every time I read it after reading it the second time because he just gives me giant puppy vibes). I did use the ear thing here as well so credit to anon for that! This fic is actually the inspo to start this blog, along with the amazing TXT smut community on here that I’ve been secretly following for awhile. And I have to admit, this is quite self indulgent so… guess y’all caught me in 4K 😂. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it regardless and please let me know of any errors/thoughts you have! I know I’ve read this like 9 times and I think it’s pretty good, but I’m still nervous that there are some errors and y’all might not like it. Especially since it’s hybrid smut. But I don’t think there are any errors and I truly do like it, I just got hella anxiety so y’know. But enough of my rambles and happy reading :)

CW ~ Idol Wolf Hybrid!Hueningkai x afab!reader (not specified as a girl), Subby Top!Kai, breeding kink and a lot of it, creampie (remember this is just fantasy so don’t be silly, wrap ya willy), praise, uses of names such as Pup, Baby, Master & Mommy, definitely a petite reader so size kink for sure (he kinda manhandles her even though not intentionally cause he’s just a big ol’ puppy at the end of the day :(), pantie stealing, good bit of dirty talk, some pretty soft moments, consent is sexy type vibes, choking, biting, cockwarming at the very end, boy lowkey desperate and a bit of a perv. If I missed something, let me know!

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You’ve known Kai for a long time, having met when you both were 6 years old so him being a hybrid was never a secret to you. It was basically his opening line when he approached you during recess, barking at you and exclaiming that he had a tail, which he then promptly showcased. Being so young, you found it incredibly interesting and because you desperately wanted a dog more than anything when he asked if you wanted to be his master you of course said yes! Unbeknownst to you all that entailed, and how different a wolf, especially a wolf hybrid, was from an actual dog. But you didn’t care because your friendless and petless self basically now had both!

So for years you remained his master and as time went on you began to realize how big of a job it actually was. You didn’t even know how big of a deal having a master in the hybrid community was until many years passed. You were essentially a glorified babysitter that didn’t get paid. Hanging out with him 24/7, keeping him out of trouble when his animal instincts kicked in, letting him sleep curled up next to you on your bed, taking him on walks, being woken at 6am sharp with puppy kisses all over your face to take him on another walk. The boy basically lived with your family at that point. If he wasn’t so cute you would’ve wanted out a long time ago but he became your best friend you could tell anything to so you found it endearing having him be your shadow, even if his own shadow was much bigger than yours. So when he started to pursue his dream of being an idol of course you came along for the ride.

When he was finally in a group and they had plans to debut him, he begged the company to allow you to move in with him and his group mates, the leader, Soobin, the eldest, Yeonjun, Beomgyu and Taehyun. Then of course he begged you, to which you put up a fight and “reluctantly” agreed. Though truly you wanted to live with him just as much as he did with you, even though you’d never tell him that. Eventually debut came and after that a new place, bigger company and a lot of fame and well deserved recognition. Him and his members, who you became good friends with, were on top on the world.

Then he began having…hybrid issues. Essentially every hybrid reaches full maturity at a different age and what effects you the most is your sexual drive, making it an incredibly difficult time, especially to hide it. It’s like one day you wake up and your heat is so incredibly painful it’s nearly impossible to even walk or sleep comfortably. Kai is a late bloomer, he’s 21 and is just now starting his maturity cycle, making performing and recording content for the fans extremely hard. They already know he’s a hybrid but they don’t need to know when specifically he’s in heat and being the fact his ears pop out when he is, it’s not like he can hide it any. Though there has been one thing that’s been keeping him from losing his marbles: you.

He keeps telling you how much he loves you and how your comfort is the only thing keeping him sane at every opportunity. Cuddled up in your bed, in your lap, in your arms, as if he’s the one who’s 150cm. You just think the love and support is what’s helping him and that it’s not that horrific since he seems to be keeping himself together well and you know it’ll all pass soon enough. But truthfully, he’s absolutely losing it. Sure, you’re helping, but not how you think you are. The reason he’s constantly curled up to you or in your lap? Your scent. And not how you as a whole smells, how your pussy smells.

He’s a wolf deep down (even if he acts like a giant puppy) so he has an incredible sense of smell. Unlike how others can’t smell you down there without having to stick their whole nose up there, he just has to get within a few feet to smell it. Usually that is. But with how bad his heat has been as he’s now finally reaching full maturity, he can smell your pussy the moment he enters a room with you in it. If you’re arroused or on your period, he knows. And when you ovulate, it sends his instincts into overdrive. Which is why his head is always in your lap, he’s taking in deep breaths of your scent as close as he can get to your pussy without it being weird. You would think your scent would drive him more mad but somehow it’s comforting as it’s familiar but lately it just hasn’t been cutting it. So he comes up with a plan whilst you sleep next to him, completely unaware, in your basically shared at this point bed, to help him get the purest whiff of you in the morning. He then manages to contain his excitement and nerves of acting out his plan and proceeds to fall asleep, nuzzling into your neck.

You wake up the next morning to Kai lovingly cuddled up against you, holding one of the giant plushies you got him years ago as a birthday gift. It’s his day off so you don’t bother to wake him as you get out of bed, you pick out your outfit for the day and head into the bathroom. You sit your clean clothes on the sink then proceed to have your morning pee, washing your hands after. Now you turned on the shower to get it heated up before you enter and begin to remove your oversized shirt that once belonged to Kai, exposing your bare breasts to the cold air of the AC vent above you, hardening your nipples instantly. You take off your pretty royal blue panties and drop them down onto the floor on top of your shirt, now completely naked, you enter the shower and begin to clean up.

Once Kai hears the water running he wakes, taking time to scroll on Weverse before eventually getting up to act out the plan he made last night. He approaches the bathroom to come inside, at this point you’re not sure how long it’s been since you got in when you hear the door open but nonetheless you instinctively call out “Kai?” He freezes in fear that he’s already been busted but tries to remain as quiet as possible. Eventually his fear is alleviated after he hears you whisper to yourself about how you just must be hearing things. Then he spots them, the pair of royal blue panties you left on the ground. Instantly he can begin to feel his heart beat out of his chest as he carries out with his plan by picking them up and stuffing them into the pocket of his pajama pants before leaving the bathroom as quietly as possible.

You’ve always taken a long time to shower so he knows he has plenty of time to do the rest. So he sits himself down on your bed, pulling your panties out of his pocket and lifting them up to his nose, taking in all of your scent. The divine fragrance making his ears pop out and big cock grow in his pants instantly. He begins to lick the wet spot on them from the access slick due to your ovulation, relishing in the taste of you and fantasizing what it would be like to have his head in between your thighs, lapping away at your warm pussy as you moan under his tongue. Before he knows it, he’s pulled his pants and boxers down and is fisting his leaking cock as he has the panties up to his nose.

He takes his precum and works it around his shaft like lube, moaning at every touch, and begins wrapping the panties around him, using the bright blue material as friction. Unable to help it as his mind starts to wonder about it being your hand around his cock right now, getting louder by the minute. “A-ahh… master… mmm fuck…” He’s so fucked out already he doesn’t even realize the water has turned off, you’ve finished your shower and quickly you put on your towel to go wake Kai, who you think is sleeping. Noticing whilst walking out your panties are gone and quickly as you open the door you notice exactly where they went. Your missing panties wrapped around his throbbing cock. Kai, too far gone and eyes shut, doesn’t even notice you watching, “Ooh fuuuck, m-master.”

For some reason seeing him like this is unexpectedly turning you on and you can’t help but stand and watch as he works your panties around his fat cock. He’s much bigger than you expected, the sight of him playing with his cock and the sound of his moans making your pussy wet. “Mmm… oh shit… fuck, oh master,” he moans out loudly and shamelessly and just hearing him moan master that one specific time makes your body need release. You lift the towel and begin gathering your slick, bringing your fingers to your mouth to suck them clean, enjoying the taste before rubbing circles around your clit. You lean back against the wall, watching him intently, you slide two fingers into your hole easily and slowly. Once you hit your G-spot you can’t help but let out a soft, but just audible enough, “Aah, pup.”

The moment you do, Kai’s ears perk up and his eyes fling open to look at you, who is now the one unaware of the other since your eyes are closed. Slowly he gets up, getting close to you, watching in awe for a second as you touch yourself. You jump slightly as he leans into your neck and leaves a soft kiss, whispering into your ear “You know, master, I had a whole apology ready for being a bad boy if you caught me, but now you seem to need me almost as much as I need you.” You say nothing as he lightly tugs at the towel “May I please take this off?” You stare at him for a second, he was always so polite, now not being an exception as he awaited your answer, circling his hand around your inner thigh. You let out a giggle at the tickling touch before saying “We really shouldn’t… but… please do.”

That’s all the wolf needs to hear as he removes your towel and picks you up gently to then lay you on the bed, underneath him. He lets out a light moan at the sight of you, his beloved master, all exposed for him. In almost a pathetic whimper he goes “Fuck, finally, I’ve wanted you like this since the maturity cycle started, master.” Then not even a second later, he shoves his head in between your legs and begins leaving sweet puppy licks in between every fold of your wet pussy. “O-o-pup,” you almost shriek at the sudden stimulation “all you had to do was ask if you needed help.” You say as you run your fingers through his beautiful blonde locks and leave light scratches behind his ears as he eats you out the best anyone ever has. The boy lifts his head up, eyes already glossy, his face soaking wet all around his mouth to ask “Really?” before sticking his face back into your pussy. “Y-y-yes, anything for you baby.” You say lovingly in a near moan. “Then cum for me” Kai says into you, going back and forth from sucking harshly on your clit and teasing your hole with his tongue, his nose rubbing your nub when focusing on your hole. Watching your every move. “F-fuck, oh shit, pup, you’re gonna make master-“ “Please, cum for me, mommy.” Between how well he was eating you out, his words vibrating on your clit and his sudden use of mommy, you absolutely lost it, coming undone around him and cumming intensely on his tongue. Feeling your eyes roll back into your head, screaming his name so loud you knew if the other boys were awake they knew exactly what was going on. But that didn’t stop him from sucking your clit until it was swollen, until he knew you were coming down from your high.

Before you could even say anything he looked up from in between your legs, desperation in his voice, “Please let me make you a mommy.” You didn’t even know what to say to that but Kai didn’t leave any time to respond before saying “Please, I wanna fill your pussy up with my cum, mommy.” He began to get closer, moving up the bed, sounding even more desperate to the point he was basically whining “I wanna give you my puppies, wanna cum in my mommy’s pussy so bad.” Words you never thought you’d hear your sweet little pup say but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on immensely, making your pussy throb for him. Instead of letting him know that you just chuckled and went “Oh? You wanna make me a mommy? Want your cum dripping out of my hole, pup?” In a teasing voice. Kai bit his lip, nodding quickly as he stared into your eyes intently with those big brown puppy eyes of his. It was hard to believe at a moment like this he was a wolf hybrid and not just a dog hybrid. “Fuck, please.” He said, as he sank his head to leave kisses in between your breasts. “Okay, but you have to be a good wolf then.”

“I’m always good” he said in an almost upset voice, as if you were implying there are times he is not. But his near offended nature quickly went away as he ripped his shirt off and lined up his big, throbbing cock with your entrance. He began to slowly insert himself, being as gentle as possible, but due to his size, just his tip alone made your eyes roll back into your head. At this point you were also becoming desperate, moaning out “Just get it in there, already.” “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” He said. “You won’t, trust me, I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” Kai looked at you as he gripped onto your waist with his big hands “Promise?” “Promise.” “Now just make me a mommy please.” Those words alone was enough for him to absolutely unintentionally manhandle you as he bottomed out in you, stretching open your walls to take him. You screamed which instantly made Kai have a worried look on his face. Until you moaned out “Oooohhhhh fuuuuck… good boy.” When the worried look turned to a grin of pride that he could make his master like this.

“You like that?” He asked as he started speeding up his thrusts. “Yes…” you muttered out barely audible between yours and, mostly Kai’s, moans and loud squelching sounds of his fat cock in your wet pussy. He began to hold your hands down and lean over your body so he could kiss you and whisper in your ear how beautiful you’ll look as a mommy as he borderline abused your cunt. His blonde locks becoming wet and falling into his eyes as his pretty ears and tail began to twitch. Speeding up so much, you genuinely feared that he might break the bed with all the creaking. At this point he had you in a mating press, breeding you so deep and fast, hitting your G-spot every time with the fat tip of his cock, making you wail. You could feel yourself dangerously close to cumming and so could he as your gummy walls clenched around him. “F-uck, I’m close!” “Me too” he groaned in response. “Go on pup, impregnate master, make her a mommy.” You yelled. And with that you came undone, and so did Kai, releasing his seed into you with a sharp thrust, leaning into your chest as your walls fluttered around him.“O-oh master, fuck, there you go, take my puppies.”

With so much stimulation he collapsed onto the bed next to you, his cock slipping out of your hole on it’s own. Despite it being very, very good, at this point you became needy for more so without a second thought you begin stroking his cock to make it hard again. Dazedly he looked up at you and asked “Not enough? You need more, master?” You felt something take over you as you responded with “The name is mommy.” Quickly you got on top and put his cock back in your now creamy hole, beginning to bounce on it. “I’ll take that as a yes then, mommy.” He giggled as he watched your pussy spread his cum on his cock like lube. “Well, I have to make sure you got me pregnant, pup” you say. Kai nodded and sat up, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck so he could leave bright marks on it, squishing your boobs against his broad chest in the process. Slowly reaching down to grab your ass whilst thrusting up into your hole. “God, my cum makes the best lube, but now I fear it’s leaking out too much.” He said softly into your ear. “Guess I’ll just have to fill this cunt up again.” He said in a near growl whilst bouncing you on his fat cock, furry ears tickling your face as he sucked on the sweet spot on your neck. “Fuck, right there” you whined as his right hand came up to wrap around your throat. At this point he was slamming your pussy so hard that his cum from before was splashing out onto his lap. That’s when you felt him shake, “Breed me full,” you said and before you knew it his warm load filled you up again as he bit your neck. You then screamed and began to cum yourself, pulling his mouth off your neck to look him in the eyes, “That’s my good boy.” You said as your hands cupped his sweaty face before leaning in to press a passionate kiss on his lips.

At that point you both were so tired you laid down onto the bed, your body still on top of Kai’s, him in still your hole. “You feel better now, baby?” You asked hazed. “Much.” He replied. To which he covered you both up with a blanket to take a nice needed nap. But not before you exchanged mutual ‘I love you’s,’ certain that definitely fixed his issues as you both fell asleep. More than happy to help him again if he ever needs it.

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