#cotton tails and simmering fires

[sanjoongie]

Sex and Embers and Frost

A ~Cotton Tails and Simmering Fires~ Series

ღAuthor's Note: this is an idea that was cooked up between @starlitmark and me. I was very excited to breath life into the opening of this world with these alt/emo/goth/punk hybrid dragon boyos. Hopefully you love them just as much as mia and i do😭

ღPairing: Dragon hybrid! Hwa x Bunny Hybrid! reader (f) x Dragon hybrid! San ღGenre: smut with no plot ღAu: hybrid au, strangers to lovers ღWord Count: 3,921 ღWarnings: oral (f receiving), temperature play, hair pulling, biting, hints to predator/prey play, breast play, squirting, cum eating, size kink, penetrative sex without barrier, double penetration, anal sex (f receiving), dacryphilia, hints towards mxm, degradation kink, creampie, overstimulation, mfm orgasm(s) ღRated: 18+ MDNI ღSummary: when your bunny friends drag you to an Gothic club and didn't tell you, so you dressed up in your typical preppy fit, not expecting to catch the eyes of two hybrid dragons ღMasterlist ღNext Chapter ღDedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland, @flurrys-creativity​ &@songmingisthighs thank you for all beta-ing.

When they first meet~

Your blue eyes scanned the beauty that was the club that your friends had dragged you to. The Gothic arches were gorgeous  and the cross-eyed gargoyles added to the aesthetic but… you picked at your skirt and winced. You were dressed in your typical pink and white, that offset your white ears and blue eyes, being a bunny hybrid, but it was making you stick out like a sore thumb in this goth club.

Unfortunately, because you had taken the time to observe your surroundings, you had wound up separated from your friends. This gave the perfect opportunity, however, for two very interested dragon hybrids to, for lack of a better term, to pounce on you.

A hand descended on your shoulder and you jumped in the air in surprise. You had been so hyper focused on the architecture that your sense of your surroundings had been dulled and you had been caught unaware. 

A low, male chuckle sounded from behind you. “You look a little lost there, Hops. This isn’t your typical crowd is it?”

Your eyes widened at the man who had turned you around. His jelly-pink lips had a ring piercing, and it was safe to say, that wasn’t the only thing that stood out about the man. There were scales along his hairline, near his temple and scattered along his cheekbones, that were a shiny, deep purple. And his eyes were silver and slit like a lizard--your brain screamed to you that he was a dragon hybrid and most certainly a predator animal.

You shook your head and attempted to stand a little straighter. "I'm actually here with my fluffle--"

"Fluffle," he echoed you, "Cute."

You teetered on your heels uncertainly. "I think I'll--"

"Oh, you're not leaving us, are you, Hops?" Another man came to lean over the first dragon hybrid’s shoulder, hand hooked on the other’s broad shoulder. His long hair was tied up halfway, with strands framing his face and the lower half still left hanging. His scaling was black but iridescent and his slitted eyes were an electric blue. “I just got here.”

The purple hybrid’s chin set stubbornly at the black hybrid joining. “I got this, Seonghwa,” He said flatly.

Seonghwa put the hand that was on the purple hybrid’s shoulder on his head and ruffled his hair. “What’s wrong, San? Don’t feel like sharing tonight?”

Your eyes darted from one man to the other, trying to keep an eye on the predators in front of you. Your heart was beating out of your chest. But when your tongue came out to nervously lick your lips, both dragon hybrids narrowed their eyes on the motion. Your tongue froze at the corner of your mouth, an instinct to remain still when such a moment occurred.

San went back to frowning, “Hwa!”

Seonghwa smirked confidently. “Why don’t we leave it up to her, hmm?” Seonghwa circumvented San and was now standing in front of you. His size was underlined by the fact that he had to tip your chin to get you to make eye contact with him. You could feel your ears going flat. “How about it, Hops? Let’s go back to our lair and you can decide who you prefer the most.”

You were trembling and your stomach was curling and before your better judgment could kick in--you slowly nodded your head. “Please,” You whimpered.

Both dragon hybrids smirked and you shuddered in Seonghwa’s grasp. “Perfect,” He said happily, “Let’s go.”

Your mind was a whirl and the traveling between the club to their apartment was inconsequential compared to the position you were in right now.  Your tiny body was sat between San’s legs. He was currently peppering kisses from the slope of your shoulder up your neck and back again. He had discovered it was an erogenous area for you and wouldn’t leave it alone once he did. His ringed hands were holding your thighs apart, firmly so, because Seonghwa was kneeling between both your legs. 

“Stop squirming, Hops,” San growled, “Or I’m going to fuck you before Seonghwa can prep you fully.”

Seonghwa made eye contact with San from below, “That’s hot.”

“Shut up, Hwa,” San snapped with no real heat behind it.

“Be a good bunny for me, hmm?” Seonghwa said while his eyes were on your core where your panties still covered it, “I want all your cute noises. Don’t deny me them, okay?”

You were nodding. You had no idea what Seonghwa had in store for you but you did know that you loved the way San’s hands felt holding your thighs apart and those plush lips on your skin. 

Seonghwa’s hands almost held your leg reverently as his eyes rolled up to meet yours and his lips touched your skin. One minute he was leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin there and the next you watched a curl of mist leave his mouth. You frowned, because you could have sworn it was similar to a breath you would exhale in the dead of winter and then you were distracted by a flash of silver--was that a ball from a tongue piercing? You squealed as cold metal touched your skin.

San's fingers dug into your thighs, holding you even wider. "Something wrong, little bunny?" The next time his lips touched your neck, his lip ring felt abnormally warm, almost hot and you yelped.

"Wh-what's going on?" You couldn't help but stutter.

"We're dragons," San said simply, "You're okay with a little magic in your foreplay, right?"

"Yes," You said in a tiny voice that was completely full of anticipation for what this night would give you.

Seonghwa's tongue is out in full force, as he uses one long lick to go from the inside of your knee to your hip bone. The cold gives you goosebumps, but much to your embarrassment, it also made your tail begin to twitch, waiting for that coldness to meet your throbbing, hot mess of a cunt.

San chuckled lowly in your ear. "Hops, your tail is twitching. Is he making you feel that good?" You whimpered in response, your tail only moving more frequently. San moaned into your ear, gripping your earlobe between his teeth before letting go. "He hasn't even kissed your tiny pussy yet. You're such an easy bun, huh Hops?"

Seonghwa's shoulders quake in silent laughter but still he moved his head to hover over your mound. Those slitted eyes narrowed to near slivers, the electric blue iris being more prominent and terrifying you. That was the same look a predator gives its prey before striking the final blow. Your heart beat out of your chest again but you also felt some wetness leak further onto your underwear. Your body didn't know what it wanted: flight or fuck.

The cold ball of Seonghwa's tongue piercing played with your clit through your underwear and your back bowed in response. Your hands descended onto Seonghwa's head and one of your hands became a fist to grab Seonghwa's ponytail. You yanked on it hard, almost as if you wanted to pull his tongue away from you. In contrast, your body rolled into his licks. You could feel the cold breath of Seonghwa's coming to life between your thighs and you shivered at the threat. 

San bit into your shoulder and you could feel his sharp canines making indents into the soft skin there. "You're driving me wild, Hops. You smell so fucking good, like a damn sugar cookie."

"D-don't eat me," You pleaded from the animal side of your brain, only aware that a dragon hybrid had put his meat-ripping teeth into you.

Seonghwa's dry chuckles could be heard from in between your legs, no longer silent this time. "The irony," he said with a crooked smile on his face before he pushed aside your panties so he could have full access to your dripping cunt. "Wonder if she tastes like a sugar cookie too?"

You yelped and gasped at the same time because simultaneously as Seonghwa thrusted his long tongue inside of your hole, San let his lip ring turn momentarily burning hot. "Careful, Hops, or I might find that more appealing than our current activities."

"S-san," You mumbled his name, even though your eyes were on Seonghwa with his eyes closed, tongue fucking your cunt.

"This is what I'm talking about," San growled. "You stutter my name like that and I'm going to want to play Chase the Bunny."

His tongue swiped at your skin and finally let go of your legs. Seonghwa's leather jacket fell to the crook of his elbows as he braced your legs open instead. He took on your weight like it was nothing. San's previous occupied hands began to massage your breasts through your tight shirt. "Been wanting to play with these nipples all night."

Seonghwa's tongue had begun to curl inside of you, reaching a spot that was dangerous. Your eyebrows furrowed. "No wait, don't--I'll--"

Your body began to shake and you cried out as you squirted all over Seonghwa's face. It was pure good luck that Seonghwa already had his eyes closed but that didn't stop him from opening his mouth, accepting your wetness.

San's hand became slack against your breasts as his mouth dropped and he laughed in disbelief. "Did you just make her squirt?"

Your body was like a ragdoll against San's body when Seonghwa finally opened his eyes. He wiped his face with his hand, looking quite pleased with himself. "Fuck, Hops, that was hot."

You are whining in embarrassment but you still can't move. "I'm sorry."

San's light laughter peppered the air. "She's sorry, Hwa."

Seonghwa stood up, tweaking the end of your ear. "Don't be embarrassed, little bun, you just gave me the highest honor."

San unceremoniously shoved your body off him and you collapsed into Seonghwa's arms. San quickly began to unbutton his pants, the chains that connected from belt loop to back pocket twinkling merrily. "I'm so fucking hard, I thought I was going to come in my pants with her fucking tail playing with me."

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at San. "New kink unlocked?"

San mockingly sneered at Seonghwa, showing another peek of his sharp canines. "Shut up."

Your skirt was already high up on your hips and your panties pulled out of the way but that wasn't enough for San. He easily ripped your underwear from your body with an impatient snarl. "This tiny puss is mine."

The air is filled with the smell of sex and faintly of embers and frost.  "Right, Hops?" San asked.

You looked up to Seonghwa, who shrugged. "Don't look at me. Unless you're saying your cunt belongs to me already. Then I won before San even got to prove himself. Kinda sad, don't you think?"

You gulped and swallowed but there was no moisture there. Your voice sounded tiny even to yourself but you somehow managed to say, "My tiny puss is yours… Sannie."

"Well, that's it, I'm fucked," San announced. 

With that, San pushed into your pussy, firmly and without pause until he was fully seated inside you. He was panting behind you. "Bet I'm so fucking huge inside of you, the way your cunt is clenching me, Jesus, you're tight." San slithered a hand from your hip to your stomach and pressed down, causing you to moan. "Fuck, I can feel my dick imprint, jesus, Hops."

Seonghwa petted your hair and ears. "You are a tiny thing. We could spit roast you right now and you would have no issues, would you?"

"B-both of you?" You squeaked. "At the same time?"

Seonghwa tipped his head to the side. "You can do it, right? You're a sweet little bunny that would give her all to us, right? A sweet little slutty bun who would take everything she got given, even if it drove her to tears. You'd cry big fat tears to be stuffed by both of us, wouldn't you, Hops?"

"You're not talking about my mouth anymore, are you?" You whimpered in realization.

Seonghwa smiled so sweetly even though he was thinking the filthiest thoughts. "Such a smart girl, Hops."

He tipped your head and rewarded you with a deep kiss, his lips still wet from when you had squirted all over his face. His lips and tongue took over your senses until it was all you could focus on. You didn't realize you were whimpering into his mouth until he started to chuckle and released you. "Forgot San was inside of you, didn't you."

You gasped. "S-san, I--"

San simply chuckled evilly behind you. You did not get to see the dirty look San sent Seonghwa. San had not, not truely, realized what he was getting into, letting Seonghwa challenge him. "I'm going to fuck you so good, that's the only name that's going to be falling from your lips."

"Unless," Seonghwa stared down San, "Hops agrees to being double stuffed."

"You can get her cute little mouth, I get this!" San snarled as he pulled back and then thrusted harshly into you. Your breath caught in the back of your throat at the pressure. 

Seonghwa's gentle hands pulled at your sensitive ear, pinching the bottom and making you yelp. His other hand quickly chucked your chin and his thumb slipped against your bottom lip. "And as lovely as that would be," Seonghwa agreed, on the surface at least, "I think that Hops would be better equipped to take us both at the same time. Then she can truly decide who she will choose at the end of the night."

San mercilessly pounded into you, making you grab fistfuls of Seonghwa’s sleeveless shirt, your tongue swirling around Seonghwa’s thumb that was still in your mouth. "This tiny bunny pussy is mine," San snarled.

Your head bobbed, humming in agreement. Seonghwa, however, was unsatisfied with the current predicament. "San," he growled.

San let out a loud, frustrated noise but halted the slapping of skin on skin. You breathed heavily and whined at the loss of the pleasure between your legs. San patted your hip, in an attempt to reassure you. "Don't worry, Hops, I'll fill you up, we just have to do a quick position change."

Seonghwa raised his eyebrows. "Let me slip inside of her. I bet she's so fucking wet, her slickness alone could prep her for me to fuck her puckered hole."

"Am I your fucking fluffer?" San snarled, "Should I put my mouth around you instead and make sure you're ready for her?"

A shiver traveled from the soles of your feet, throughout your body, making your tail flutter and your ears flip-flop. A slow, sure smile pulled at Seonghwa's lips. "Oh, does our bunny like the idea of my cock slipping between San’s plush lips?"

You could feel your face heating up. "You're both really hot."

"Oh, Hops," San sighed, "Fine. Slip inside of her. You won't have a hard time, she's probably loose now from taking my thick cock. Just hurry up!"

San pulled out of you and Seonghwa turned you to face San. He smoothed an appreciative hand down your spine and then pushed inside of you. "Oh fuck this bunny pussy!" Seonghwa exclaimed.

San chucked your chin and guided your head to his pelvis. You licked your lips at the sight of more scaling along San's hips and what amounted to a true treasure trail from his belly button to his cock. "Pretty," You couldn't help but coo, reaching out to trace the purple scales.

"Am I pretty to you, Hops?" San said in a low, soft voice. "Wanna touch? Wanna lick? Go on. I'll give you a tip. The skin along our scales is very sensitive."

You held San’s twitching cock out of the way so that your rough tongue could glide along the soft scales and skin. San watched with hooded eyes and his muscles jerked as it made its way along the treasure trail, to meet at the base of his cock. Just as you were about to lick your way up San’s shaft when Seonghwa grabbed a handful of your tail, making you yelp and cry out. "Okay, I take back my teasing from before. Her tail twitching against your cock is hot."

"Are you done yet?" San growled, once again no longer being the center of your world.

"My dick is drenching, Hops," Seonghwa observed as he pulled out of you. "Gonna fuck you full of dragon cock, huh? You ready to be double stuffed? You better give us those big fat tears you promised."

"I'm ready," you said in a shaky voice.

San held you in a reverse of the position you three had started in. His hands were under your knees as he sunk into you, face to face, and feet off the ground. He bit into his lower lip, tongue playing with his lip ring as he bottomed out again. Then Seonghwa approached from behind, nails digging into your hip bones as he pushed into your other hole. You were whimpering and moaning the entire time, taking both of their thick, long cocks. Once they were both bottomed out inside of you, you tossed your head back to rest against Seonghwa's shoulder.

"How do you feel, Hops?" Seonghwa asked.

"I'm so full," You whined.

"You like it though," San teased, a smirk playing with his lips, "I can feel you clenching down on me so hard. I'm surprised you didn't come from both of us entering you. You're such an easy lay."

"M-move?" You managed to ask, one ear flicking backward to listen to Seonghwa, while the other focused on San.

They did so without further ado, and you could only let out pitiful cries as they fucked you in both holes. You swore you were going to burst but also the pleasure was immeasurable, coursing along every damn nerve you possessed. When one pulled out, the other one pushed in, and it was a never-ending roller-coaster of rapture between your legs. The only thing your animal brain could focus on was the smell of strawberry jam coming from behind you and a sea breeze from behind you. Were those Seonghwa and San’s personal scents? They smelled heavenly.

"Poor Hops," San laughed, "You look so fucked out right now? Is your tiny little brain full of white noise right now? Getting fucked so good by a couple a dragon dicks, huh? I can barely understand how a tiny puss and ass like yours is taking us but I guess that just speaks volumes on how greedy you are for us. Taking us so fucking well, aren’t you Hops?”

That’s when the tears began. They welled up in your eyes and then started to slowly run down your cheek and dripped from your jaw to your bosom, only to make a trail down the valley of your breasts. You just felt a lot of things. You felt safe, you felt adored, you felt full and you felt sexy. It was just a lot and so the tears came easily. Your bottom lip trembled and you pouted as you said, “I’m taking you so well.”

“Aw, Hops, you look so fucking cute, crying for us,” San cooed mockingly.

“I can’t believe how well she’s taking my cock in her ass,” Seonghwa said in reverence again, “Damn, Hops, you really were built to be a little toy for a couple of dragon hybrids, huh?”

You can barely reply between the alternate thrusting, unsure if you’re getting better pleasure from the thick cock in your pussy or the long cock in your ass. “So. Fucking. Good.”

“Oh shit, I’m gonna come,” San cried out, his thrusts starting to become erratic but somehow hitting deeper inside of you. 

“M-me t-t-too,” You whimpered, feeling the curl in your stomach ready to snap.

“Gonna take all of me, Hops? Gonne let me fill you up with dragon cum, right? I bet you get a little bump from all the fucking cum I’m going to unload on you, oh fuck--!” San thrusted deep inside of you, holding himself there and grunted as his cock shot his load into you. He throbbed and twitched and continued to unload and even when he pulled his heavy cock out of you, there was still more shooting out. 

You would have been fascinated yourself if not for the fact that you were twitching and whining and convulsing from your own orgasm. Your pussy wouldn’t stop fluttering around him and it was like echoes of your pleasure continued to radiate from your lower half. It was both pleasing and exhausting and you were pretty sure you had never come harder in your entire life than in that moment. However, you still had another hole and dick to worry about.

“Now for the real show to start,” Seonghaa said, tucking his tongue between his lips.

“Are you kidding me?” San said with disbelief. “Like you could out do that performance.” He promptly dropped his head to your shoulder to relax.

You started to whimper, feeling a bit overstimulated. You shook your head desperately, your ears softly hitting your cheeks. “No. It’s too much. Too much!”

“Oh, come on, Hops,” Seonghwa grunted, “You can come for us again, can’t you? Gonna fill this ass with my cum. You want to be filled with both of us right? Come for me again, sweet bun.”

“Hhhhnnnnn,” You started to cry out as you felt another climax burst over you, this from Seonghwa fucking you up the ass.

You started to cry again, the pleasure being above and beyond everything you had experienced. With San out of you now, you had no choice but to focus on how your ass was taking every thrust of Seonghwa’s, pushing into it like you couldn't get enough of his cock. 

“See, I knew you could do it, Hops. You’re such a sweet little slutty bunny, just for us, right?”

“Just for you,” You repeated tiredly.

Seonghwa let out a desperate cry himself, fucking your ass as his climax tore through him. He unloaded into you too, and you whimpered at how fucking dirty this entire endeavor was. But it felt so fucking good, you didn’t have any regrets.

But the original question still floated in your mind: who would you choose after this?

"I chose you both," You said with a hoarse voice, sounding barely alive.

"Sorry, Hops, I can't hear you with my cum leaking out of your tiny hole, you wanna repeat that?" San muttered, his head still against your shoulder, words muffled but still just as mean.

"I choose you both!" You shout with a rough voice. "I can't pick. I want you both."

You bounce against Seonghwa's chest as he laughed behind you. "Bet you didn't see that coming, huh, San?"

"I hate you, Seonghwa," San grumbled. He raised his head and kissed your quaking nose. "Fine, Hops. You get to have the both of us."

"Just like that?" You wondered.

"Well, hardly," Seonghwa corrected you. "Your body is ours now. Don't you know how dragons are with treasure? We're greedy sonsabitches. Once you're a part of our hoard, you never leave."

"What he means is, your sweet little body is ours now, Hops. To do with what we want, when we want. And you know the best part?" San leaned forward to push aside your hair so he could directly speak into your flickering ear. "There's more of us."

This time it's Seonghwa's turn to finally narrow his eyes at San. "Really, you're going to bring the rest of them into this?"

San shrugged. "You started it."

"I'll end it, you hatchling," Seonghwa threatened.

San stuck his tongue out childishly at Seonghwa and you giggled when the purple hybrid called the black dragon Grandpa.

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[starlitmark]

Summary: You decided to surprise San at the office, and things get a bit… out of hand… Pairing: Dragon!San x fem bunny hybrid!reader Tropes: hybrid au, poly au (background) Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, pet names, reader has blue eyes due to being a bunny, magic usage Smut Warnings: kissing, oral (f receive), psuedo exhibitionism, possessiveness Word Count: 2,527 Note: Happy (very late) birthday, Topaz @sanjoongie! I hope you enjoy!!

Cotton Tails and Simmering Fires Masterlist

Before You Interact

“Where are you off to?” A rather nosy pink-eyed dragon asks.

“Well,” you start, “I know Sannie’s been stressed with this merger he’s working on… I was gonna go to the office to surprise him.”

Although you’re not particularly close with Wooyoung, he’s been nothing but welcoming and kind. That only shows more when he flashes a bright smile at you, his sharp fangs showing as he does so. The bar through his eyebrow glints in the kitchen lighting as his eyebrows scrunch slightly with the intensity of his smile.

“Well, I’m finishing up some lunch, and if you want, I can pack some up so you can take it to him. It’s nothing special, just a bulgogi bowl, but I’m sure he’d appreciate it.” the white-scaled dragon offers, “I can pack some rice and veggies for you, too. If you’d like that!”

You smile at him, ears perked up on top of your head. “I’d really like that, actually, thank you.”

Wooyoung nods at you and immediately starts preparing two boxes to transport the food in. As you wait, you look at the purple-haired man in more detail than normal. Not in any way other than to observe him. He practically lives in his dance studio, so to see him now, you know you should keep a visual log of him. A tattoo of lightning strikes stands out against the skin of his neck and disappears beneath the collar of his slightly too big long-sleeve shirt as he meticulously packs the food he offered earlier. You stay silent as he does so. The silence isn’t awkward, though. With some of the Thunder, you do feel a bit of tension. With Wooyoung, though, you’ve never felt uneasy. When he hands you a small bag with the containers, he offers you another smile with a giggle laced into it.

“Have fun on your adventures! I’ll tell your other boyfriends where you’re off to in case they ask.”

You shake your head, “Jongho is with a client, Yeosang is dead asleep after trying to pull an all-nighter, and Seonghwa is booked solid. I doubt any of them will be looking for me any time soon. I appreciate the offer, though. Bye, Woo!”

And with that, you’re out the door and heading toward San’s office. It’s much too far to walk, and although your boyfriends never let you drive, you can do so. The drive isn’t horrible… until you get into the heart of the city where San’s company is housed. Among the concrete jungle, his starkly black glass skyscraper stands out. The traffic around the area leaves much to be desired. Sitting in the same spot, not even 500 feet from the entrance to the parking garage below the building, for nearly ten minutes is a form of torture you’d never wish upon anyone. Once you get to the entrance of the garage, the security simply sees the car and then your face and lets you pass. With how often you’ve shown up (typically accompanying San), the most important staff members know who you are. 

While the ride up to San’s top-floor office is long, you find yourself more excited with each floor you pass. Your tail wiggles beneath the length of your cardigan as a way to expel some of that excited energy. A few of the chairmen say hello to you in passing once you do exit the elevator. It seems that San must’ve just gotten out of a meeting with a few of them based on how many you saw. Then, stopping outside his office in front of his secretary’s desk, you lean forward toward the deer hybrid. With one elbow on top of the ledge, you rest your chin on your palm.

“Hey, you.” You call playfully.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were coming today! If I had known-”

“Somin, calm down,” you giggle, “I didn’t tell you or San I was coming. I’m surprising him. Play along?”

The other prey hybrid nods and smiles softly. You watch as she presses a few buttons on the intercom before it starts ringing. After about three rings, you hear San pick up the other end of the line. You step past her desk and stand by the large dark cherry wood doors that lead to your purple-scaled boyfriend.

“Yes, Somin?” He asks. You can hear that he’s preoccupied with some paperwork just by his tone.

“You have someone here to see you.” The deer hybrid says calmly.

“Somin…” A warning tone in his voice sends a chill down your spine and settles between your legs, “I just started my lunch break. Why would you-”

You push open the door and walk right in. A bright smile radiated from your lips, and your tall white ears stood high with joy.

“If you don’t want home-cooked food from Wooyoung or to see your favorite bunny, just say so.” You tease.

San’s pending annoyance instantly simmers, and he whisks you up in his arms. His silver lip ring stands out against his plump, pink lips as they grow into a smile. You giggle as he lifts you up and hugs you tight against his body. Typically, he doesn’t show much physical affection while he’s in his office. Him picking you up and holding you tight against his muscular frame has your heart and stomach flooding with butterflies. You feel him take a few steps back into the office before nudging the door shut with his foot. He puts you down and takes the small bag with the food from you.

“You didn’t even let me say bye to Somin.” You say with a pout.

“You’ll see her on your way out.” San reminds you, “I want to take up as much time as I can with you.”

You make your way over to the black leather couch, plop down, and wait for San to join you to eat. Normally, he eats at his desk, drowning in papers as he eats. He makes an exception with you here and sits with you on the couch. Despite the office being very formal, the couch is framed by two tall bookshelves. There’s a mix of different genres. Of course, he has some boring books that pertain to his career. But fantasy, classical, mystery, and many more books are on the shelves. San sits down beside you and pulls out the containers before placing them side by side on the glass coffee table in front of you.

“How were your morning meetings?” You question once he starts opening the containers.

“Not bad… Mr. Kim tried to tell me how to run my company again.” He starts to grumble at the end.

“And you’ve never let him.” You remind him before taking a bite of your veggies and rice. “You do an amazing job, and we both know that.”

He nods, his slitted pupils dilating when he looks at you, “It was nice of Wooyoung to make you a veggie bowl.”

“Yeah, he actually stopped me on my way out and offered to send me with the food. I think he just made too much, honestly.” You giggle.

You and San float through conversation as you eat. At some point, you whined about your food getting a little too cold for your liking. San instantly takes the container from you and heats his hand just enough to warm your food back up. As your time together progresses, you end up practically on top of your silver-eyed boyfriend. You’re tucked under his arm, legs curled up on the couch while you finish the last few bites of your food. His typically neat button-up is slightly wrinkled, and a bit of your snow-white fur has found its way onto the black fabric.

“Treasure.” San sighs, placing both containers on the table after you finish eating.

“Hmm?” you hum back, looking up at him, “Is everything okay?”

“Come sit.” He tells you while patting his thigh.

You don’t waste a second. You move from being tucked under his arm to straddling his lap. His hands fall onto your hips, rubbing his thumb against your left one in small circular motions. You normally can’t smell your scent, but now, you smell yourself clearly and smell how sweet your scent has become. A smirk touches San’s lips. You see a small tendril of smoke escape his lip. The smoke curls around his lip ring before disappearing into the air.

“You smell so good right now, Treasure.” He practically growls, “It’s taking everything in me not to jump you right now.”

“What’s stopping you?” You challenge.

A curl of smoke escapes the corner of your boyfriend’s lips, and his pupils sharpen; you can hardly see them. He’s trying so hard to maintain his composure, but you both know he’s weak to you. His large hands press harder into your hip bone, hoping to remain composed. He snaps when you whimper, and your nose starts twitching as a response to the predatory hybrid. You find yourself spun around and bent over the couch he had been seated on moments ago.

“I’m so happy you chose to wear this dress today, Treasure.” He practically growls as he kneels down, running the pad of his finger against your clothed folds, “You’re already soaked, and I’ve barely touched you.”

On a normal day, San makes you melt into a puddle. Something about doing this here in his office with the city below you makes you practically vibrate with excitement. You feel the heat of his lip ring against the back of your thigh. His kisses trail higher and higher until he’s pressing barely there kisses against your clothed heat. His lip ring burns hot through the fabric. Just when you think you may go insane from the thin barrier between your core and San’s lips, he tugs the material. A rip sounds through the office.

“You don’t need them here, Treasure. No one’s gonna see you like this but me.” he practically growls.

Before you can formulate any response, San’s tongue delves into you. The pink muscle is normally warm as is, but he seems to have heated it more. The hot feeling of his tongue deep inside you makes your thighs twitch. Your head falls forward against the back of the couch; your ears flop forward in front of your face along the leather.

“Sannie,” you whine, grinding back on his tongue more.

“Hmm?” San responds, and the vibration of his voice sends tendrils of pleasure through your body.

You can’t even think of what you wanted to say to him mere seconds ago. Instead, you grind back against his face more. Your silver-eyed boyfriend has other plans, though. You swear you can feel him smirk before letting a hand trail along your thigh. His nails scrape against your skin just enough to leave thin red marks in their wake. The fingers trail around between your thighs just in front of his face and start gently grazing across your clit. Just enough for you to be aware of the stimulation but not enough to give you any release.

“Do you want something, Treasure?” He mumbles before continuing to lap at your folds.

“Sannie,” you whimper, “want- fuck- want-” You cut yourself off with a moan.

You try to push back against him again, only to have his other hand grip your tail. You let out a loud moan and tremble at the contact. Your orgasm comes out of left field, and you crumble against the couch as your boyfriend helps you ride out your high. The moment you come back down, you find yourself limp over the back of the couch. Your thighs are still trembling, and your snowy ears twitch slightly.

“Treasure.” San calls with authority in his tone, “You didn’t answer my question, I’m afraid-”

His words get cut off by the sound of his desk phone ringing. You hear a huff before he strides over. Rolling so you lay against the cool leather. San clearly is hard inside his dress pants but focuses on getting to the incessant ringing phone. He throws himself back in his large office chair and presses the button to allow the call to be on speaker.

“M-Mr. Choi,” It’s Somin, “The officials from-”

The sound is cut off from your ears when San picks up the phone and brings it to his ear. You glance at the scraps of your panties on the floor and kick them under the couch before quietly walking up to your boyfriend. His eyes follow you as he listens to his secretary.

“You mean to tell me that they’re an hour early? They aren’t supposed to be here until 3pm.”

You don’t hear Somin’s response, but San’s silver eyes dart to the clock on the wall. It is 3pm. Your pale blue eyes meet San’s silver ones before you step closer. You push his shoulder just enough to move his chair back. The chord of the phone stretches just a bit but not enough to strain it.

“What are you doing?” The purple dragon mouths to you.

You hold a finger up to your lip. You kneel down and shimmy your way under his desk. His pupils are thinly slit again. Seeing the shift from how dilated they were moments ago sends shivers up your spine. His eyes stay trained on you as you run your hands over his strong thighs. Another curl of smoke escapes his lips. He’s trying so hard to hold back.

“H-huh? Yes, Somin, I heard you. Yes, yes-”

San takes a sharp breath when your hand runs over his clothed member. You can feel the small hard bubbles that run up his member. Your mouth waters like a Pavlovian response to it.

“They’re downstairs, you said?” San asks, trying to maintain his composure. “Yeah, send them up.” he tells her, a fire burning in his eyes as he watches you. “She’ll be leaving shortly, it’s okay.”

You give him big, innocent eyes, and ears back against your hair as you start to play with his belt buckle. He leans forward and places the phone back on the stand. A small flicker of flames is visible as he pulls his hand back from the device. He gives you a burning stare, his pupils practically swallowed by the metallic silver swirling in his irises.

“Behave yourself.” He bites, “If you can behave while I have this meeting, you’ll be forgiven from enduring that punishment I was about to dole out.”

You nod, “Can’t I have a bit of fun, though?” You bat your eyelashes at him, hoping to sway his choice.

“After they’re seated.” He caves, “And you’ll take whatever I give you. No funny business, understand?”

“Yes, sir!” You respond with a slightly teasing giggle to your tone.

A growl, followed by a tendril of smoke from his nostril, escapes him. He looks as though he’s about to correct your rather sudden bratty behavior before a knock sounds on the dark cherry wood door. He doesn’t say a word to you, but his eyes speak for him. ‘Behave yourself and stay quiet, or you’ll pay the price.’

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[atinystaycarat]

Ateez Recs

Note: Most of these are NSFW or at least contain mature content such as violence and dark topics- so MINORS PLEASE DNI with these fanfics

a note for the authors of these fics; if you're reading this, if possible, please let me know if you've changed your @, otherwise it'll be impossible to find these fics again.

I will be adding more recs to this.

updated on: 10/2/2023

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OT8

Hooked by @songmingisthighs

Hotel California by @mint-yooxgi

Aurora by @honeyhotteoks

at what cost by @capaimagines

Hurts Like Hell (part 2) by @ja3hwa

Whose first (Part 2)  by @ja3hwa

morning mist by @mint-yooxgi

HEAVEN by @peachyteez

outlaw by @hongism

Copy Tweet Cotton Tails and Simmering Fires by @starlitmark and @sanjoongie

 this night together @honeyhotteoks

OUTLAW by @staytiny-ville

『 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋; 𝐨𝐭8 』 by @atzfilm

SMAU

Hongjoong

Blue skies by @hanniiesuckle17  

Seonghwa

Sans by @songmingisthighs  

the kiss thief by @shiberpostshere  

Yunho

Algedonic by @songmingisthighs  

Yeosang

the number you have dialed is asking, “who tf are you?” by @sunvv00  

San

Serendipity by @staytinys  

Mingi

Just Imagine ... by @imagine-a-life-like-this

Wooyoung  

Cache by @songmingisthighs

Jongho

Secret Garden by @staytinys

caramel macchiato by @escapewriter

#ateez smau #ateez recs #ateez smau recs

[northliights]

@leolaceri

One foot is shoved between the door and it's frame before she's able to slam it in his face, green eyes glancing over her shoulder as if to gaze into the seemingly empty apartment. There's a cat just behind her, staring with those judgmental eyes that Jaime had come to expect, and giving little flicks of the tail that curves around back paws. He misses that damn cat, he thinks. Misses the way she'd scratch at bare ankles during the night as if punishing him for a quick getaway - and as if she can read such thoughts, Anastasia's fur suddenly puffs up slightly and Jaime grins at the sight of it.

"Still a bitch, I see." At Aurora's answering expression he stumbles slightly, eager to set right the apology he's already fucked up. "The cat. Not..." His mouths gone dry, tongue sticking to the roof like damp cotton and for the first time that Jaime Lannister remembers .. he doesn't feel like the golden lion London makes him out to be. A tarnished silver, maybe.

"Aurora." Fingers curl around the edge of the door and he rocks his weight, suddenly far too aware of the fact he's forcing himself upon a woman who has already banished him, pride warring with shame. "You were the best of me, you saw the best of me." Let me be the man you thought I was. The plea is on the tip of his tongue, he's ready to all but beg on his knees if that's what it takes for her to listen..."I want to be that man, the one you saw. The one you said you loved."

It hits him like a bolt of lightning, a spark that spreads like wildfire through the hollow of a suddenly deflated chest and it takes all of Jaime's willpower to not audibly gasp from the force of it. It's not a lie, he realizes. And as he steps away from the door, freeing it so Aurora can shut herself away if that's her wish, the Lion of Lannister acknowledges that the one thing he can do to actually be that man is to acknowledge that he's man enough to set her free, to let her go. Whether he intends to actually do so, remains to be seen.

"I'm sorry. I know it does nothing now and probably won't tomorrow, but...I am."

Please, Gods, let her talk to me.

His intrusion into her world is an unwelcome one, a visit she hadn’t looked for, one she’s frankly hoped to avoid in the months since they parted ways, but the Lion of Lannister never did do what she needed. It had always been about what he wanted, what was convenient or comfortable for him, and in the end walking away had been the easiest choice she’d ever made - one that she would never regret making no matter how much he pleaded with her now.

Narrowing her eyes at him, Aurora sets her jaw and listens for a moment to the words that spill like honey from his lips, her gaze simmering with righteous anger as she plays over and over again in her mind the night she’d found out his secret, the sense of betrayal still as fresh as the day it had happened, and when he’s finally done begging for her attention like the dog he is, Aurora draws a deep, calming breath before she speaks.

“You want to be the man I thought you were.” It’s not a question, the statement hanging in the air between them like a challenge, and Aurora folds her arms across her chest in a pose that makes her smaller frame slightly more intimidating as she gives him a slow glance up and down, eyes filled with unmistakable disdain. “That man is dead, Jaime. You killed him the moment you left me and went home to her.” She pauses, wishing she could stop the way her voice trembles with the force of her anger and pain, lungs aching with the need to screech at him like the banshee that she is beneath the surface.

But instead, it’s a calm and collected Aurora who speaks one last time, her gaze cool as she  meets his, the spark of recognition gone and her expression flat and emotionless. “Thank you for stopping by. Give your sister my best...”   She begins to inch the door closed, unable to resist the urge to fire one last shot across his bow, a parting volley that she knows will sting with the amount of venom she’s poured into it.

“I’m sure she already had yours.”

#leolaceri #~ i blaze with light and yet am full of darkness // aurora ~ #v. tbd #i just realized i haven't come up with a tag for this verse yet #oops? #also hi my muse hates yours. have a nice day! #jk baby I love you <33

[truth-and-sun]

Temerity

And the fear of suffering will always be more than the suffering itself.

That song: even in the haze.

Melancholic as it reached through solid darkness and lingered in the cold.

The piano’s voice rolled from the gramophone, soft and undulating. A gentle whisper compared to the constant thrum of the alchemical furnace whose balmy breath made wooden beams sweat. A’gust flicked an ear.  His head canted and tail wrapped around a stool leg as he watched the Alchemist work.

A smile drew across Father’s lips, its contours warmed by candlelight and tempered by the fluorescent glow of a beaker. He plucked it from the burner, stretching his dark shadow across the walls as he held it up for inspection. The contents of which still churned from its time simmering. A hum passed from Father, followed by a nod. His gaze shifted to the girl at his elbow, the one with the same colored hair and fathomless eyes. He tapped a weathered finger on the tome splayed open, drawing her attention from the beaker and back down to her notes. Max blinked out of her whimsical stupor and obliged with an apologetic nod. From across the table, she flashed a toothy grin. A’gust sat a little straighter and offered a meek smile in return.

Pockets. Time existed in pockets. Lined with lint and full of cotton- not unlike how his head felt. He knew of little else besides the now. Thick and muzzy like the air after a summer shower. With a sharp pain laying somewhere southward. Surely a then came before the now. Just as the dark came before the haze. But the now was where he sat. Sandwiched between hurt and safe. Or, so he heard- did he hear? Did sound exist beyond this pocket?

For some length of time that seemed very long - how long did it take for a now to become a then?- he wasn’t sure. That song was the only outer reality. Again and again, it played…  

Max hummed in tune to the music while she scribbled away, gaze flitting from page to beaker. She paused. Looked to A’gust with a knowing smirk before pointing with her quill to the pages sprawled before him. Notes! He should be taking notes. So, he plucked his quill from the inkwell and started a fresh page.

Father swished the beaker’s contents, changing its hue from a pale yellow to a vibrant orange. It grew brighter by the second. A’gust wrote a notation in the upper margin- highly reactive. Then drew a vial with a flame inside. Alchemist’s Fire. One part saltpeter, one part phosphorus, one part oil.

 Then circled and circled, maddening, like a bird caught in a net. Trapped in a pain-soaked haze. One part saltpeter, one part phosphorus, one part oil. Take your notes. Highly reactive. One part saltpeter…

“Yes. Three equal parts to make a balanced equation. Very good, son.”

A’gust couldn’t stop himself from beaming. The approval in Father’s eyes warmed him from the inside out. Made his chest swell with pride-

There was that pain again. Sharp and quick through his side. Then the haze. Then a subtle awareness that, although the pain had been a constant, a wave of relief followed by way of a gentle touch. Warmth and Rest.

That’s all he needed.

Then he’d be just fine.

The song faded. As did the pain. And all was quiet.

His first clear memory of this now, the one beyond the haze, was of the snow that fell outside. Across from him, a window with dirt-fringed panes looked out onto the fields. Snowflakes drifted past. One after the other. Like the sand in an hourglass. Silent. As is always the way with time. He watched for as long as his eyes could stay open. Warmth pressing on him from either side. Soft breath in his ears. He turned to his left- a hulking mass of fur and muscle. He turned to his right- locks of lily-white hair and a gentle hand on his chest.

They, he decided as he eased his eyes shut, were worth every onze of trouble. 

Both those by his side and the ones a whole world away. Each and everyone worth the suffering that came with the search for a better tomorrow. 

And when morning finally greeted Camp Broken Glass, he’d push himself up and brave the vast unknown. 

For no heart suffers when its done for love. 

#EW stories #Ilsabard contingent #A'gust Tia #messy Auggie thoughts #dribble drabble

[dontfeeltoohot]

hey! if you’re still taking prompts, i would LOVE some sick Stevie in that new lumberjack au?? i adored the new fic

Thank you!! I am so glad everyone loves this au!! Here is a little something. I will be writing more for Stevie, but thought it would be nice to post a little something now. Hope everyone enjoys!

* * * 

Walking into the room off the right of the hallway, Steve sighs and sets his bag down. His whole body is heavy. Heavy and tired, like he’s been helping Bucky in the garden or yard all day, but the thing is- he hasn’t. The feeling hits Steve like a ton of bricks. The walk from his truck to the inside of the community center makes him go from feeling vaguely unwell to feeling sick. Sniffling, Steve rubs at his nose with his wrist, his blue flannel shirt brushing up against his face. 

He’s got an hour with the big kids, which he thinks he may do self portraits with today, and half an hour with the little kids, and they’ll be doing animals. Steve’s mind wanders to his husband, how he’s probably in the house with Bandit, the fire running, drinking coffee and reading. December means working a little less in the garden- mostly prepping for spring, chopping more firewood to make up revenue, and it also means Bucky being inside more. 

Steve’s nose trembles, right around the edges, and he presses his flannel shirt sleeve against his face, trying to muffle the sneezes. 

“uhhHeishhew! uishh! ehhh-eishhew!” Congestion floods his head, making it feel stuffy and like it’s filled with cotton. This cold is going to kick his ass. His throat’s already sore and he’s not even felt sick up until an hour ago. Yawning, Steve grabs some hand sanitizer and then starts to set up the little classroom. He moves the usual items from the two days previous church class, and then puts down the tarp, letting the cloth drape over all the sides. Grabbing all the paint, crayon and marker boxes from under the little sink that’s in the corner, he makes sure everything is spread out, then checks his watch. 

11:49 am. 

He has 11 minutes to relax before the kiddos come in and he plays teacher for the day. 

* * *

Trudging in the door, freshly falling snow sprinkled across his jacket, Steve shivers and moves the lock behind him, sniffling quietly. He hears Bucky in the kitchen, as Bandit bounds towards him, her tail wagging quickly back and forth. 

“Hey sweetheart, did you have a good day with Papa?” He asks, but pauses his petting when his runny, sensitive nose twitches and the itchy, coldish feeling flares. 

“uhhMPTCHH! Huhtschh’oo!...” Steve rubs his sleeve roughly against his nose, but the tickle is still buzzing in his head. He pulls his jacket off and sets it down, heading into the kitchen. It’s there that his last sneeze finally overtakes him and he presses his face to his shoulder. 

“Uhhieshhew!” 

He feels arms around him, and when he looks up, Bucky’s close and wearing his waxed butchers apron. 

“God bless you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Steve’s snow-damp hair. 

“Thangk you,” Steve wrinkles his nose at his voice. It’s obvious he’s congested and his throat is sore. 

“You sound sick. Good thing I’m making soup. Do you feel like you have a fever?” Bucky asks, watching Steve grab a tissue from across the room. 

“Uhmb…” he blows his nose a couple of times, wiping at it before he throws it away and washes his hands. 

“I don’t think so?” Steve asks more than says. Bucky walks up and puts his wrist to Steve’s forehead, a small crease in his forehead, lips slightly downcast. 

“You feel a little warm. Why don’t you go get changed. Maybe take a warm shower? I’ll put some bread in the oven. The soups basically done, just simmering now.” 

Steve nods, but then pauses, looking at his husband. 

“Join me when the bread is in?” His tone is just a little needy, and he watches Bucky’s face go soft, his shoulders slouch a little. 

“Of course sunshine. I’ll be quick. Go warm up,” Bucky kisses his hair and then pats his shoulder. 

Steve smiles a little at his nickname, the one Bucky’s had for him since they were little. He yawns as his body moves to the bathroom, head elsewhere. He sniffles and tugs his clothes off, dreading when his socks come off and his feet hit the cool tile floor. A shiver runs up his spine as he waits for their shower to heat up. 

Once he’s hit with the warm water, stepping in and under the spray, he shivers again, but then relaxes, letting the water fall on his hair and shoulders, run down his chest. It feels so nice, he’s not sure he’s ever going to want to get out. He stands there, doing nothing but savoring the warmth, until Bucky slips in, naked aside from the chain around his neck that holds his fathers dog tags. 

“Hey there handsome. Gettin’ warm?” He asks, pulling Steve flush against him. With a nod, Steve lets his head drop to Bucky’s shoulder. 

“Tired,” the blond admits, as Bucky reaches with his right hand for the shampoo, left still embracing his husband until he needs to use it to open the bottle. The smell is gentle, a hint of apples due to the apple cider vinegar that’s mixed in to help get the buildup and junk out of their hair when it’s pollen season. 

“Just relax love, I’ll take care of you,” Bucky promises, kissing Steve on the lips before lathering the soap in his hair, making sure to get the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck. He washes his hands off before grabbing Steve’s body wash, a much fresher scent than Bucky’s woodsy one, but Steve stops him. 

“Can I use yours?” 

He receives a smile, and is thankful he doesn’t have to explain, doesn’t have to try and tell Bucky that he wants to feel close to him. He already knows. His mind flashes back to them as high schoolers, back when they would sleep at each others places and shower with each others body washes on days they knew they’d be apart for longer than they cared for. 

When the shower is (sadly) done, Bucky lets Steve stay in the water and gets out himself, grabbing towels. Steve for his part shuts the water off and opens the curtain, giving Bucky a small smile when he wraps the towel around him and kisses his hair. 

“Let’s get you into something warm, hm?” 

Steve lets Bucky manhandle him into their bedroom, sitting him down on the edge of the bed as he rifles through Steve’s drawer and then his own. He turns around with Steve’s grey sweatpants and his own old, maroon sweatshirt. It’s got faded letters that read ‘Brubanks’, the first store Bucky had worked at when he was a teen. It’s crazy to think how now Bucky provides vegetables for the small family owned store to sell. 

“Thank you,” Steve says, voice tired and rough, as he takes the clothing from Bucky. He gets his sweatshirt on and then pauses, grabbing the small golden saints medal off his bedside table, slipping it on. Fingers brushing against it, Steve has the sudden urge to call his Ma, even if he’s just seen her a week ago. 

“Ready for some food baby?” Steve looks up, smiling a little when he takes in Bucky. 

He’s wearing some of his own sweatpants, an old Cider Brewery tee, and he’s put his hair up in its usual bun, little wisps already falling around his forehead. 

Nodding, Steve moves to get up, but Bucky shakes his head. 

“Stay put. We can have dinner in bed tonight. All warm and cozy.” 

Steve hunkers down, feeling his heart burst with love and gratitude towards his husband. 

#lumberjack au #my fic #prompts #Anonymous

[jazzy-art-time]

"all you have”

Her tail twitched in annoyance, flicking back and forth rapidly, not matching her vacant expression in the slightest. “I’m sorry. What did you just say?” Jody’s voice was cold as ice, just begging for the Priest to repeat the vile he had just spewed. The Liepard’s crooked smile twitches at the edges, managing to make that devilish grin of his flash even more of his teeth. He turns around gracefully without returning her eye contact, gently pawing at his collar with the claw on his thumb. “I called you stupid my doll. Did perhaps the cotton around your hood clog those ears of yours?” Jody’s fist clenches inside her pocket, already ready to snap out and use fire punch right against this guys jaw. Her fingers begin to simmer and get hot just anticipating for him to turn around and face her one more time. It wasn’t so much the insult that got to her, but the nickname he had for her drove her practically insane. Hearing his voice spit out that nickname felt like nails dragging down her spine. She was already planning on killing this guy anyways, but that was originally business, but now it was a bit more personal. But his voice rang out inside her violent thoughts, taking her back a bit “Hitting me wont solve your problem Doll. Killing me wont either, but I bet you’ve already set your mind on that, just like other things”

The Liepard gently strolled over to the cliff’s edge, gracefully sitting down on the edge of the fence to turn and face her. The irritation wasn’t so much showing on her face, god her face was so stagnant wasn’t it? It deserved some sort of award, keeping a face that apathetic surely was a great feat. But unlike her face, her body language said otherwise. He chuckled a bit outloud at the sight of her tail tip flicking away. Her clenched fist grabbing the inside fabric of her jacket could even be seen. Oh she was furious alright, that wasn’t his intentions, but surely was a bonus on his end. He calmly places his hands up under his chin, much like a excited schoolgirl would, kicking his legs back and forth rapidly in a mocking manner. “Oh golly Miss Jolene. Do you REALLY think that once this is all over things will be normal? Oh gosh darn I think she does! Oh look girls she thinks it will get better oh darn what a shame!” the felines voice hissing out in a high pitched mocking tone towards the scrafty in front of him. Jody’s brow furrows and lip curls in slight disgust, she didn’t need to see that. Hearing his voice normally was horrible enough. But despite this, curiosity panged at her as to what he meant.

The lizard steps forward in a more calm manner, her previous anger slightly dimmed out by curiosity and mere confusion. Her brow raises slowly and imitates the liepard’s mocking tone. “Oh is that so? Well what makes you think otherwise?”

The liepard’s grin expands even further somehow, excitement at the fact that she was willing to listen. “Oh isn’t it obvious? You people and your revenge are all alike Jolene. You all think that once the deed is done, you’ll feel better! That is only a few cases although. It certainly isn’t in your case Doll.” The liepard’s tail swishes over his body, causing him to disappear, only to reappear right behind her like a cheshire cat. His paws grasp her shoulders and digs their claws in slightly to get a better grip, leaning in gently and whispering into her ear slowly. “You’ve dedicated your entire life to this haven’t you? It’s your only purpose, your only drive. It’s all you have” he disappears again as Jody attempts to swat him away from her, only to reappear back on the fence, lying on his back in a playful manner.

“You’ve been doing this- dare I say FIGHTING for this your entire life. From birth to now you have been striving, charging and plotting this. But have you had time to think of what else you would possibly do? Any other aspirations aside from this only? Sure small hobbies can satisfy short term, but we are thinking bigger here!” He stands on the fence proudly, throwing his arms in the air in a dramatic fashion. “We are talking about LIFE Jolene! LIFE! Not everyone needs a purpose to live of course, but you do. You don’t know anything else!” Jody squints in anger and stomps over to the fence, looking up at him in irritation. He didn’t know her, he didn’t know anything. Her voice became more curt and poison filled. “That’s not true at all. I can do other things. I already have plans for when I am finished I’ll have yo-” Her words were cut off by the felines tail smacking into her face abruptly, his tongue sticking out slightly with a irritated curled lip. “Yeah yeah. Once you are finished you are gonna ‘go out in a field! Have a drink and a biscuit and enjoy life!’ yes yes truly inspiring. But is that all you plan to do? Will that fill the void that this revenge has taken on you? Can you do that every day for the rest of your life? Face the music Doll, without this curse you are practically nothing. Not that it’s a bad thing to say, some people need that drive. It’s natural to aspire, to DREAM! But you don’t dream at all do you? Never have in fact..” Jody attempts to bite down on the tail slapped against her mouth, but he simply disappears once more within a blink of an eye. The scrafty whips her head around in fury, grinding her teeth and tail swishing back and forth.  “So okay, lets say in this... delusion of yours, you are perfectly fine! No more curse, no more having to fight or plot after doing it your entire life. That empty feeling inside magically doesn’t exist for you! You are happily living your life!” Jody turns around rapidly to find the source of his voice. A leaf falls on her nose, she bats it away and snaps her head upwards to find him.  Lazily perched on the tree branch, the liepard continues to speak. His eyes wistfully gazing at the clouds suddenly snap to make contact with hers. “Does that really excuse or change all that you have done? You truly are a cruel person aren’t you?”

Jody’s body stiffens at the words and attempts to avoid eye contact with him. Her voice spitting out of her gritted teeth. “I’m not... that bad.. What i’ve done is only beca-” she is once again interrupted, the liepard’s exploding laughter echoes throughout the cliff side. Jody’s eye flicker towards the upwards branches, no longer seeing any sight of the man. Her body hunches over slightly, almost in shame. She wasn’t that bad. She wasn’t... Suddenly she feels her body jerk towards the fence by the cliff, the liepard appearing at her side, dragging her to the edge. He grabs the back of her head and forces her to lean forward. “Let’s create a scenario shall we?” He forces her to face the town not far below. From the cliff side one could easily see down into the towns plaza below. Jody’s eyes focused on her party; Diane, Ulbrecht, Nana, Solo, Oxide and Rexmile are all placed under the plaza’s gazebo. Solo and Rexmile began to chase one another around the table, playing some sort of tag, or Rexmile had a weird bug that he was trying to place on his brother. Diane is happily eating and laughing at the scene with the brothers, Oxide smiling and laughing along with her. Ulbrecht and Nana appear to be attempting to have a conversation among the boys hectic activities, Ulbrecht even attempts to trip Solo at some point but fails. Jody smiles a bit internally at the sight but is cut short when the Liepard continues to speak. “Let’s see. You seem to be having a... active social life as of late correct?” his grin is crooked with raised brows “Not that I am judging... In fact I applaud you for not sticking to the ‘The Cursed must be a Virgin Pure’ bullshit. That gets so annoying after each incarnation. But anyways. Let’s say... That you were to get knocked up by one of those boys that fawn over you.”  Jody attempts to jerk away from his grip and growls in a low tone. “I can’t get pregnant from either of them. Solo is shiny so it’s rare and Ulbrecht is fixed-” once again the tail is slapped over her mouth, this time wrapping around her head tightly. “yeah yeah whatever Doll. This is a scenario, which could happen. Shiny pokemon, although rare, can still get others pregnant. Vasectomies can also reverse over time by accident in some cases. But allow me to finish” His ears flick back and forth in a metronome type fashion, claws slowly digging into the back of Jody’s head. “Lets say that you WERE to bear one of those.... fellows... abomination of a child, while on your quest. You raise this child, its yours. You come to love it and the child adores you. You are it’s mother and it’s all it has. But then one day... your little Book.... suddenly demands your next mission.... is the spirit of your dead child.” Jody’s pupils shrink and her blood chills and almost turns to ice, her attempts to get out of his grip suddenly come to a stop. “What would you do Jolene? Would you kill the kid? Your own flesh and blood, the child who trusts you. ADORES YOU. A kid you have come to LOVE. Would you kill it just for the sake of fueling your revenge further, to get closer to your goal? What would you do?”

The liepards grip on Jody loosens. Hand dropping from the back of her head and tail slowly unwinding from her body. He steps back slowly and gazes at her in silence, awaiting her answer. The scrafty’s body remains stiff, her position slowly relaxes from leaning over the fences edge, but her bones feel almost locked into place. Her gaze fixed down below, no longer looking at anything or anyone anymore, her pupils dart back and forth almost as if they were lost. Her apathetic expression slowly twitching into a hollow face, void of feeling. Claws gripping into the wood fence slowly, her voice barely escapes her own mouth. “That isn’t a fair scenario-” The Liepards voice cuts through her shaky answer instantly. “Answer my question Jolene.” Slowly slinking behind her, he slides his hands up her back and onto her shoulders, leaning in and whispering into her ear again. “Would you kill your own child just to get further towards the end of your quest?” Jody’s body remains motionless as his voice continues to hiss quietly. “Would you slit your own kids throat? Would you let them know beforehand? Would you drown them? Smother them with a pillow? Would you poison your own child? Would you-” Suddenly snapping, her body jerks and successfully gets out of his gentle grip and turns around, slamming her snout against his. “STOP. SAYING. THAT. KIND. OF. STUFF. RYAN.” Ryan’s smile returns and busts out laughing once more, her losing her temper was always a sight to see. Perhaps she would try to kill him right then and there! But her position remained fixed in a defensive stance, face twitching with pure rage. “Oh Jolene, look at you being so explosive and full of energy! As amusing as that is..... you still haven’t answered my question.” A flash of fear flickers through Jody’s eyes, she stands up straight and turns around to face the cliff side once more.  Ryan appears on the fence next to her, facing down to gaze at the plaza below. “Your silence is more truthful than you have ever been Jolene.” Jody flinches at his words, she wanted to scream. She wanted to hit him down to the ground, punching his face while screaming how wrong he was. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t let those words leave her mouth. The only thing managing to allow her gaze to unlock from the plaza below was Ryan’s voice slicing through her thoughts once more. “What if you had to kill Diane for the sake of your book Jolene. Would you do it.” She whips her head towards him, expression full of horror and disbelief at what he had just said. Her mouth opens slightly to speak, but nothing escapes, not even air.  Ryan’s gaze flickers from the lizard next to him to the mountains beyond the city. His tone less antagonizing now, but colder than ice. “But then again, you’ve already done that to someone you loved. Haven’t you.” Jodys gaze sinks to her own feet, unable to make a single sound. Arms beginning to tremble and back slowly arching over, making her hunch over in shame. “You’ve done it once Jolene. You’ll do it again and again. As much as you need to. That fact, is what makes you a horrible person. The fact that you are willing to kill anyone, anything, JUST to fuel this revenge quest of yours, THAT defines who you are as a person. That is who you are.” Ryan’s words stabbed into Jody, she felt like barbed wire was being pulled under her skin. She wanted him to stop. Stop saying that. “Does a person like that, really DESERVE a happy ending” stop it stop talking “Someone like you is beyond redemption. Doesn’t matter who you meet, how many people you make happy... You’re a horrible person Jolene. Always have been.. Even when you were a child.” stop iT... “Come to think of it, you’ve been like this forever. Even before the book. It simply gave you a excuse.” Jody whips around and grasps the liepards collar, tugging him down and slamming him to the ground. She was going to make him shut up. He was spewing such lies. Shut UP. “I HAVE NOT ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS. THE BOOK DID THIS TO ME. FOR GOD’S SAKE I DON’T EVEN HAVE A SHADOW. I DON’T HAVE BLOOD ANYMORE, MY PULSE IS FAKE. MY EYES ARE LIFELESS AND I FEEL NOTHING. DON’T YOU DARE STAND THERE AND TELL ME THAT I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS. THE BOOK DID THIS TO ME. THAT FUCKING WITCH DID THIS TO ME. I COULD HAVE BEEN NORMAL AND NICE. BUT I HAVE TO DO WHAT I DO. I DO WHAT I NEED TO” her voice cracks and echoes throughout the cliff side, her voice weak and breathing heavy made her chest in pain. Her gritted teeth began to grind in her mouth as she stared down at the man. Please just stay quiet... please. Ryan snaps up suddenly, causing her to trip backwards and fall onto her back. The liepard crawls over the top of her, pinning her body town with his tail, his voice sharp as a knife. “But does that REALLY excuse all that you’ve done. Is that what your doing? Using it as a Get Out Of Jail Free Card huh? You are so idiotic girl! You are so convinced in your own head that you HAVE to do this, that if you don’t it’s wrong! YOU COULD HAVE DONE NOTHING. You could have done nothing and let the curse simply take you and then die! HELL! You could have even just been peaceful! Simply completing the books pages in a pacifist manner and not killing at all! You could have done this peacefully IT IS in fact possible! It’s been done before! BUT NO. YOU CHOSE THIS." Jody couldn’t fight back, she couldn’t move as her body stiffened once more. Helpless under the priest above her. “YOU chose to follow the book 100%! There are ways around it you know! You could have done the bare minimum and although it wouldn’t progress the quest for that witch further, you could have survived! You could have avoided hurting others! You could have avoided killing! HELL DID YOU EVEN READ THAT EXCERPT ON A “MOTHER’S SORROWFUL SPIRIT” OR DID YOU JUST GUILT TRIP HER INTO CHUGGING THE POISON WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT! OH WAIT WE ALL KNOW THE ANSWER DON’T WE JOLENE.” His voice was loud and ear shattering, there was no rage behind his words oddly enough. His crooked smile only grew as he shouted at the woman pinned below him. He knew she wasn’t going to fight back. Pathetic really. “I admire you Jolene, I really do. The past Book Holders were all such babies... They either gave in and killed themselves to avoid their fate, just to let the next family member deal with it. They were failures who died their first try, or simply just pacifists who did the bare minimum and still lived their lives peacefully an with family. No rage or ill will driving them forward. But you Jolene, you are different. You were BORN for this curse, you are the perfect one for it. Apathetic and strong. You are willing to do whatever it takes to fulfill it. Your rage drives you but doesn’t mess with you mentally! You don’t let it get to you, you simply accept it! Your heart is so hollow, its soft for that... “family”... of yours but in the end you would cash them all in instantly just to take another step forward! That’s what is so beautiful about you Jolene! You go forward, no steps back allowed! If there has been anyone close enough to actually completing this fucking quest its always been YOU! Your apathy, your drive for the revenge is what makes you who you are! ITS WHO YOU ARE JOLENE!”  The liepard releases her wrists from his grip and sits up, arms raised towards the sky, laughing in triumph. “The entire world is NOTHING to you! Nothing matters but what you WANT! You want-no dare I say NEED that revenge! You are a hollow shell of a person but god you wear it with such STYLE Jolene! That’s why I've always been tracking you, keeping interest and adding in some spice! You always manage to surprise me with how far you go! You never let it GET to you! Yeah sometimes you drink and get a bit sappy but HEY who doesn’t! Even so it’s not so much about this petty curse!” Jody stares at him in shock as he shouts at the sky, he was fucking insane.

“Jolene to you there are NO limits! Hell! Most of the time I find myself ROOTING for you! I want to see how far you will go, how high you will reach, how much you will slaughter and hurt! You have such craftsmanship and you don’t even realize! So many can only DREAM of being as cold as yourself Jolene, but that’s just who you are!” Ryan stands up with his arms still raised to the sky in praise as he snaps his head down to stare at her with that damned grin. “God HIMSELF would quake in your presence Jolene! For he hath not no idea what he himself has created!” His laughter fills the air as he covers his face with a smile, stepping off of her body and leaning against a tree with glee. Jody sits up slowly, what point was he trying to make again... How did this conversation end up like this... How did she let this... batshit crazy feline make her feel this way. Ryan’s gleeful laughter continues for a minute more before his smile slowly fades and he lets out a heavy sigh. “But Jolene... even the greatest have their faults... Yours just happens to be your delusion about all this. Oh Jolene you could be so much greater than this, but you have your plan and will stick to it. I can admire that. But if you honestly think... that things will get better... that things will be fine... You truly are a idiot.” placing his hands in his pockets he slowly turns back towards her with a cold expression. Tail swishing back and forth as he slowly begins to walk towards her. She struggles to stand back up and gets in a defensive position, unknowing of what he’s going to do next. “You are either going to die trying to complete this quest or complete it and then kill yourself afterwards. The void that will be left in your hollow chest will be too great. This curse is all you’ve had Jolene, its the one thing that has never left and never truly will leave you. Even if you defeat the great witch, the weight of what you have done will weigh on you just as the curse once did. Once you die, you aren’t going anywhere, Not heaven, not hell not even a ghost. You will be lost in the stars just like everyone before you. You will be forgotten. But that’s how it is Jolene. You don’t DESERVE a happy ending, curse or not.” The feline approaches her and lifts her chin up with a single finger, forcing her to make eye contact with him. “This curse... that book... Is all you have Jolene. It’s all you’ll ever have. It’s WHO you are Jolene. Once a diary is completed, no more pages can be properly added without over stuffing it. You live by the book, you’ll die by the book. You are nothing without it. Once you have completed it, you will complete. Then you can die, its the closest thing you will ever receive to rest.” Jody jerks her head away, staring at the dirt below her with a apathetic expression. Her body felt numb and lifeless, she hadn’t felt this way in years. Her silence causes Ryan to snort and flash a grin. “The sooner you accept that, the better Doll. It’s who you are, all you’ll ever be. It’s all you have anymore.” The liepard chuckles once more before walking away, grabbing his own tail and twirling it as he strolls down the pathway away from her. His peaceful whistling slowly fading away as he strolls off. The breeze gently blowing through the fur on her coat, the only sound heard being the rustling of the leaves. Jody stares at her feet, no thoughts going through her head for once. She had no response, no denial, no coming up with a different plan to prove him wrong. Nothing. absolutely nothing. No rage filled defiance... No sarcastic response to what he had said.... pure nothingness. She slowly falls to her knees as her chest slowly began to feel heavy. Her body begins to shake slowly and her breathing quickens, making the heavy feeling in her chest only worsen. A dull pain began to form in her head, her hands shakily began to reach towards her face, vision beginning to blur. The cliff side remained silent, only the sound of the breeze and the leaves rustling could be heard. Slowly hunching over and touching her head to the ground, curled up in shame and body shaking uncontrollably. Her breathing quickened and the heaviness in her chest grew into a severe pain as her wheezing breaths caused her abdomen to jerk with each quick breath and for the first time since she was a child she let the tears out silently. She was alone

as it should be.

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[aurinofthewild]

“What do you know...?”

"You don't know a thing about real emotions, do you? Freak..." The man on the table spat out the insult as if he understood anything about his captor. Abacus simply smiled from the far wall.

"Ah like how... You take this jab at meh, almost like y'all know anything about what's really going on." The aurin drew closer to the human strapped down to the cold table, "As if y'all could comprehend anything about the situation yer in. It's almost cute."

There was creaking as the man struggled, but nothing really gave as the restraints were secured with runic science. Panic and fear permeated the room and filled every corner with a stench that was lost on all but the most basic of senses. Abacus's fur at the base of his tail stood on end as his ears twitched to an unseen metronome. Click, click, click...

"Yer done. Ain't nothing more the hoods can really extract from y'all. Codes, partners, yer little sweetheart back in Illium? Ya gave 'em everything... So why is it that y'all are in my custody, hmm?" The cotton candy devil continued to circle the table, a hunger in his eyes. "Penance? Revenge? A final redemption? No. Y'all don't get release. Ya don't get to leave... Not after that mess..."

More shaking and creaking, the table groaned with the effort that was exerted. Panic and fear, it came off the traitor in waves as he spat words of hatred and desperation. Abacus wanted nothing more than to break the man's neck and be done with everything, but at the same time he wanted the chance to flex his power one more time. "Ah hate and love everything about this..." A delicate pink hand moved along the side of the human's face, fingertips sliding along dried blood and sweat mingling at his temple. "Lets explore happiness first, shall we?"

Memories were absent, there were no great picture anthologies about the world and how it had been happy. The human could feel his heart flutter and a smile spread over his face despite the stench of a musty room on an asteroid. The restlessness of needing to bounce your knee, but the inability to move against the restraints did nothing to deter the light burning of tears along the rim of half closed eyes. Genuine happiness about the restraints and the inevitability of death filled his mind to a point where he welcomed the idea like a sunny day after a week of nothing but rain. This room was a perfect solution to the terrible stress of choice in the world, and he couldn't understand why anyone wouldn't want to be here. Serenity was restraint.

Abacus pulled his hand away and wiped it along his shirt as if he'd touched a slug while dragging fingers across a wet rotting log. The man slowly returned from his high and the panic slipped through once more, this time it rushed back to fill a void. The rushing waters to fill a gaping hole brought on by an earthquake of emotion. More rattling of the restraints and Abacus grinned, "I hate that emotion too... It's less of ah solid state to live by, and more a palate cleanser. It's yer threshold, so you understand the other emotions. The ginger between bites..."

Strings of words, none of which Abacus gave any thought to, came rushing from the prisoner's mouth. His body jerked and he thrashed on the table, screaming to be let free. Words that threatened and tried to sting the barrier of the aurin's defenses. Abacus only smiled and moved towards him again, "You like anger? You think y'all understand it? Here... Let me show you real rage..."

There was a soft touch to his stomach of a hand centering at his navel, and the human just screamed. Fire, it wasn't like they described, the burning was not incomprehensible but centered in his gut. It simmered, burned through the fuel, and then started to burn the container. He felt sick, but despite knowing the solution all he wanted to do was break something anything to release the tension. There was an epicenter where pain and pressure collided, and the turmoil warped time itself. Nothing resolved as the tremors continued to shock his system and each jolt caused him to jerk an arm or leg trying to feel anything beyond this growing kinetic energy. Screaming didn't fix anything, but it was something to do. Something cathartic that gave his mind a break even if the pressure never ceased in his bones.

Removing his hand, the aurin shook his wrist almost shaking off the residue of rage that the man had felt in that moment. "No? Not ah fan of rage...?" There was a pause, a subdued response to the jeering as the rage burned off and through the human. Abacus could almost see the pile of ash it left behind. The table made another creaking sound as senses returned and Abacus smirked. "These are the tame emotions, really... How about we move to something more foreign to you, hmm? How 'bout I show y'all sorrow?"

A soft tail wrapped around the man's neck and he felt himself choking. The drowning feeling was not like his training described, and he gasped for the breath that was just barely there. This was not suffocating slowly, there was no soft feeling of passing out as he struggled for every breath. He didn't have to fight to stay cognizant of his surroundings as each intake was a battle that he fought like a war. It was a fight that he knew was in vain. The ever present want, need to let it go and not take another breath, haunted him. He inhaled with pain shooting through his lungs and cried in the exhale when the air left him once more alone. Each breath holding a window of hope that flashed and crumbled with each exhale. The thought of simply quitting the struggle tugged at his consciousness. Unfortunately, despite everything that weighed down on him through each breath, he continued to take another and then another and then another. Tears streamed down the side of his face and sobs stuck to the back of his throat, and all he could do was breathe. That’s just what you do... You breathe.

Abacus's tail slithered off the man, and the aurin looked a bit worse than he had been a few moments earlier. "Yeah... That's the struggle. It never gets better, but y'all take that breath anyway. Maybe... Right?" The aurin laughed, manic as his ears were still flicking in that odd manner. Lavender colored eyes, wide with excitement, watched the human struggle in place. "I think... It's time I had a bit ah fun. Don't y'all think? Here... Lets try this one..."

A single digit pressed against the man's forehead and the room gained a new layer of darkness. The edges rippled with the inky black that could at any moment swallow the entire room whole. Wide eyes, it was the only way to keep the darkness at bay. Don't blink, never blink, because each time you do the darkness creeps just a little closer. No one ever questioned why the darkness was bad, it just always was and always will be. The cold chill on the spine and the prickling feeling along the skin were warnings, they had to be. You just know when things are off and that saves your life. Panic and fear keep you safe, so it's okay to listen to their demands. It's okay to be cautious. Don't blink. Never blink.

A jolt ran through his hand, or at least it looked as if the aurin had been shocked away from the human who was shaking with wide eyes on the table. "There, now y'all get it... A small taste. A small tremor miles away from tha epicenter of a natural fucking disaster." Abacus started to draw the outline of a rune over the man as he walked around the table. His tail was bottlebrushed and his ears were flat back. "Now y'all can live with this knowledge till yer body gives out from the stress. Relive the emotions that y'all caused... Over and over and over..."

A metal door opened and the cotton candy aurin stepped out from the room where he had been working. The Hood's guards that stood watch readied and leveled their weapons on Abacus. The pink aurin stifled a manic giggle as he slowly raised his arm with a slow wave of curling fingers. Ears back and tail flicking erratically, he hiccuped another giggle as the high from his job trickled through his brain. "Better get the meds quick, boys... Ain't got much time."

His voice trailed in a sing song manner as a hand gripped his wrist. A sharp pinch as the medication was injected, and the male sighed heavily. It was fast acting, and he took in another breath this one seeming better than the one before it. Squaring his jaw, he looked off towards the docking bay and his ears swiveled forward. A smile graced his lips as his tail curled behind him.

Happiness, the threshold, the litmus test, the gauge at which all other emotions are realized.

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[armand8879909-blog]

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In Man’s Skin: Section 1

He yawned and shimmied from his belly to his back, and, after another yawn, stretched all four limbs out in the air above him before he tucked them up against his chest and belly. Off to his side, his human, Kerne, was striking—or attempting to strike—a stew fire.

“Are you going to lie there and watch, or do you plan to help me?” Kerne asked. He scoffed at the one fizzling ember he’d managed to kindle, sighed, and bundled up more dry moss. With the bundle in his hands, he bent to cup the glow among the sticks and blew until the combination caught into flame. As he rose he shot the lounging Sïmon a mock scowl. “I guess that was a silent ‘no,’ wasn’t it?”

While still upside-down, Sïmon tilted his head back, looked at his rider, and lifted his lips in imitation of a human grin. Kerne knew well that his particular species of dragon wasn’t fire-breathing, but he insisted on making the joke regardless.

“And you’re not even going to acknowledge me with a word, now?” Kerne shook his head, but his frown dropped and he laughed. He reached into the unequipped saddlebag beside him and fished out a turnip, which he tossed at Sïmon. The vegetable hit the dragon in the center of his chest and he snorted before twisting his neck around and grabbing the turnip with the cartilaginous beak at the end of his muzzle.

No, he said; his thoughts projected into his human’s mind. The alchemists called it telepathy, but the simple folk like he and Kerne called it mind-speaking. This was the only way Sïmon could communicate.

“Lazy beast,” his human chuckled as he tossed a few more branches into the blossoming campfire.

Yes, came Sïmon’s reply as he crunched through the turnip and then stretched his head back, parallel with the rest of his body. As anticipated, Kerne shot him a genuine frown, to which Sïmon responded with a warbling coo. He loved giving these short answers because they were guaranteed to irritate Kerne, and when Kerne was irritated, that usually meant Sïmon could trick his human companion into a game or two.

“I know what you’re doing,” Kerne said. He shook his head, leaned back to stretch his legs out in front of the fire, and busied himself with undoing the lace of his leather leggings—necessary equipment when the beast one was riding couldn’t be saddled and was about as slippery as a fish. “It’s not going to work. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me—”

A thousand times.

“—shame on me.” He laughed and threw another turnip, which Sïmon caught with a jerk of his neck. “You’re lucky I don’t have anything to do besides put the stew on. I promise I’ll play after I get my dinner started.”

Sïmon squawked. Why does it take so long for stew? It’s barely after noon.

“I’m not exactly eating quality cuts of horse,” Kerne said. “I can hardly chew it if I don’t let it simmer.”

The dragon hummed and kicked his legs away from the fire and from his rider, tossing himself onto his side. He then turned onto his belly and brought his legs up under himself like a resting cat. Kerne spared him a glance and a smile, and, cooing, Sïmon lowered his head to the ground and watched him cook.

Sïmon cared little about vegetable-chopping and water-boiling, but he liked to watch Kerne work. No human had ever fascinated him as thoroughly as his rider did. He handled his knife with a deftness that came from many years of hunting and preparing the creatures that he had hunted. Just one slip would turn the metal and cut bare flesh, but Kerne faltered not once as he sliced off chunk after chunk of potato without even a board—with just his two hands—and then dropped each piece into the pot. Next there were carrots, some turnip, a little onion, and just a pinch of the spice the human so closely rationed. The stew smelled like nothing but raw ingredients, but already Sïmon licked his chops in anticipation of the leftover broth. Kerne always let him have it, but they had made a game of fighting over the pot. Even more precious than the stew was the point in the struggle when Sïmon inevitably pinned his companion down with his head and pressed the top of it into Kerne’s chest. He loved the to feel the rumble of his rider’s laugh up through his skull and to feel fingers combing through the bristles of his mane. Kerne smelled like the woods and the road and deep, wet earth, and when that human held his great head, Sïmon felt less like a three-ton beast and more like something precious.

“Your eyes are glassy,” Kerne said. Sïmon focused on him. “Are you going to fall asleep before we can roughhouse?” His riding leggings were laid out and he’d pulled off his good fur coat and dressed down to just his tunic and trousers.

Sïmon grinned and swished his tail. Bath time?

“Bath time,” came the confirmation just before Kerne took to his feet and darted through the sparse trees.

Sïmon was slower gaining his feet, but sprung after his rider not two seconds later to follow the sound of laughter and cracking branches. He caught up with Kerne after only a few strides and trotted abreast the sprinting huntsman until they reached the edge of the lake. While Kerne began the process of unlacing and stripping, Sïmon crouched, and before his rider could even shout for him to stop, he sprung forward and into the water, creating a wave half as high as Kerne that swept into him before his tunic was halfway over his head.

“Sïmon!” Water beaded down Kerne’s face and there were a few stray grains of sand in his hair. He held his arms out to exaggerate how the water bound his tunic to them in a gesture of frustration and blinked at his dragon. “I wasn’t even half undressed.”

You’re just going to wash them anyway. Sïmon, who grinned, waded deeper into the water until only the upper half of his head protruded from the lake’s surface. He stood, toes in the silt, waiting like a great blue crocodile.

“They’re harder to take off when they’re wet,” the huntsman whined as he struggled to peel out of his wool clothing and then the cotton underneath.

Watching Kerne undress was fascinating. Humans were soft in the strangest places—on the backs of their arms and legs and between their thighs. Sïmon hadn’t seen many humans in the state of undress that he’d seen Kerne, so he wondered if all of them carried as many scars as his rider. Human flesh was so tender that it yielded not only to knife, but to bush and bramble, so he didn’t know how it would be possible for a human to avoid scarring. Even so, he knew that Kerne—who turned his back to Sïmon to pull off and discard his tunic on the bank—had suffered through a life crueler than most. The scars that crisscrossed his back like city roads must have been from blade or lash or cane, and the one that started at the back corner of his right eye and came around to trace the top of his cheek must have been more intentional than a run-in with a sharp branch. Sïmon, meanwhile, despite escaping slaughter and running from bandits, was unblemished. Not a scale lay out of place and not a muscle twinged from wounds that had healed not-quite-right.

“You’re doing the staring thing again,” Kerne said as he peeled off the last of his underwear and tossed it atop his clothing.

Human bodies are strange and interesting to me, Sïmon mind-spoke. It wasn’t quite a lie.

“Human bodies are interesting, or my body is interesting?” Kerne teased. Sïmon answered by dipping his nose beneath the water and blowing bubbles. “That’s what I thought.”

Kerne splashed into the lake beside his dragon, and as soon as he was within reach of attack, Sïmon rose onto his back legs and then came down, sending a wave of water crashing into his rider.

“I’ll get you, you foul beast,” the huntsman sputtered through a laugh as he tread water and began to unbraid his hair.

As he unwove each dark plait, Sïmon waded over and nuzzled the unwound hair. The strands tickled his soft beak not unlike the way the fur of a freshly killed deer did, with the difference being that his rider’s hair comforted him rather than whet his appetite.

When will you marry? He wasn’t looking forward to the absence of the huntsman’s long hair, but it was tradition to cut it after the men were wed. His human’s was just past his waist.

“Never!” Kerne, finished with his hair, turned and wrapped his arms around Sïmon’s head. “I’ve already found my true love.”

Sïmon willed it not to, but his heart started to thrum. He worried that the huntsman might feel his nervousness in the pulse below his jaw. Have you?

“Of course.” Kerne released his dragon and paddled out into the water. “I fell in love with the road and the rivers and the trees a long time ago. And then I met you. I can’t imagine I’d ever time for all of that and a wife.”

Sïmon felt simultaneously comforted and heartbroken. He ducked his head under the water and meditated on his feelings while Kerne paddled around and finally swam over to precariously stand on his back. The dragon grumbled, lifted his head, and turned to look at his rider.

“I thought we were going to roughhouse, and here you are, sulking for some reason.”

Fine. We’ll roughhouse.

Sïmon cooed and then snapped at Kerne, who swam off his dragon’s back and laughed.

“Show me your scary dragon face,” the huntsman teased through a mock growl.

Sïmon opened his mouth wide and his rider laughed again, then swam over and started to examine every crevice in the dragon’s maw. He tapped a few of the tapered teeth with his fingernail and examined the crevices in the molars.

“Good teeth,” he said, and poked Sïmon’s tongue.

The dragon snorted and pulled his head back and away, shutting his jaw as he went and licking his teeth once his maw was closed. He drew his brow at Kerne’s laughter, then, with a sharp-toothed grin, he leaned forward and dragged his long tongue from his rider’s collarbone, all the way up his neck, and behind his ear.

Kerne still laughed when pushed his dragon away and then splashed water on his neck to wash away the saliva. “Come on,” he said, splashing at Sïmon, “that’s disgusting.”

Sïmon stuck his tongue out and advanced on the huntsman, who began to swim away in mock terror. The dragon was faster, and soon caught up with him. Playtime finally ensued, with Sïmon nuzzling and generally harassing Kerne and Kerne climbing over and swimming under Sïmon, who had a hard time following the huntsman’s movements. When the fun had been exhausted and Sïmon lay on the grass beside the riverbank preening his mane and scales, Kerne stayed in the shallow water, scrubbing his clothing and underwear with a flowery soap he’d picked up in a Vadkeen village several months ago.

Life would be so much easier if you human-things didn’t have to wear clothes, Sïmon mind-spoke offhand.

Kerne laughed and tossed a smooth rock into the grass beside his companion. “Yeah, it’d be easier for you dragon-things to get an eyeful.”

Sïmon snorted and nibbled at a bit of grime clinging to the underside of one of his claws. Most are probably more concerned with getting a mouthful.

“I bet you are,” Kerne said.

The dragon paused and a second ticked by, then another, and then another, and then Sïmon lifted his head and squawked in protest. No!

Kerne laughed so hard that he had to brace himself on his knees.

No, Sïmon said again, grumbling as he returned to his grooming. You humans and your obscene jokes.

“You know I love messing with you.” The huntsman wiped his eyes. “The way you react is fantastic. We’ve been traveling together for three years and you haven’t caught on yet.”

You humans are so…. so caught up on that. I don’t understand.

“You act as though dragons aren’t.” Kerne dunked his tunic below the water.

Well, it’s not… Not in the same way. Not for runners like me.

“Oh really?” He turned toward Sïmon with raised eyebrows as he swished his clothing around in the water.

Yes. Runners pair for life, always. We don’t think the same.

Kerne hummed and moved onto his other articles of clothing. Sïmon sighed nasally and lowered his head to the grass. Humans seemed to lack romance to him. There were certainly some he had seen that treated their wives and husbands the way runners treated their partners, but most… But, thinking about it, Kerne wasn’t most humans. Many times Sïmon had seen traveling men dip into brothels, but the huntsman shied away from that.

Have you ever— Sïmon started, but stopped.

“Ever what?” Kerne was wading out of the water, now, to hang his clothes to dry in the trees.

The universe gave dragons scales so that they couldn’t blush, Sïmon thought, and was grateful. Nothing.

The huntsman drew his brow together and glanced at Sïmon, but didn’t pry. For this, the dragon breathed a sigh of relief.

- - - - -

They did nothing with their day and by the end of it lay by the fire, Kerne looking up at the stars and Sïmon lapping the broth from the stew pot. The scent of the huntsman’s flowery soap was still in his nose, and he snorted in effort to get the lavender out of his snout. He missed the smell of the earth on Kerne.

“You hate it, I know,” his human companion said, “but it’ll wear off soon enough and I’ll smell like the road again.”

You smell like an apothecary.

Kerne laughed.

- - - - -

After Kerne had fallen asleep wrapped in his furs by the fire, Sïmon sneaked off to take a walk around the lakeshore. He liked the way the sand felt between his toes and liked to watch the reflection of the sky on the still water—to see all the little pinpricks of light surrounding a sliver of moon. He sighed and sat on the bank, then lowered his nose to the water until he could see his own reflection. He sometimes wondered what it would be like if, instead of having the scales and the fur and the feathers, he were a human. What would he look like, translated into such a small body? And, were he human, would he still care for Kerne more than he cared for his own wellbeing?

Sïmon sighed and drank from the starry surface, distorting his image into little more than a pale blue ripple. It hurt, sometimes, to love a human. It felt like every day he was waiting for his heart to be broken when the right girl for Kerne came along and stole away his long-haired huntsman to some little house on the outskirts of a big city. There was no room for a traveling dragon in the life of a married man.

If I could be granted one wish, Kerne mind-spoke to the empty air, I’d want to be human, if only for a little while. With that fantasy in his mind, he allowed his nighttime grogginess to get the best of him, and, yawning, he curled his body into a crescent and settled down to sleep.

- - - - -

“Sïmon!”

Kerne’s voice stirred him awake. I’m here, he thought into the air, but heard the call again. This was puzzling. If Kerne was close enough for Sïmon to hear him, then Kerne was close enough to hear the mind-speak.

It was only when Sïmon yawned that he caught that something was wrong. He bolted into an upright position and looked down at his hands—his hands. He had skin, fairer than barley, and fingers, with those thin little transparent nails that humans had. He stood, shaky on two legs, and looked down at his body, covered in clothing the desert-sky blue that his scales had been as a dragon. This clothing wasn’t just a simple tunic and trousers, however. He wore a short tunic that came to just the bottom of his hips, lined with bone buttons rather than strung together at the front with leather cord, and could feel the high collar touching the bottom of his jaw when he bent his head down. His deerskin boots came to just under his knees and the area around the stitching was patterned like ivy; buckskin pants were tucked under the boots’ collar. This clothing was more typical of the dundkeen people than it was of humans, but that thought had scarcely come into his mind before it was overwhelmed by many others.

He was human now. Sïmon had heard of water spirits granting wishes, but that was a sort of magic that was spoken of as myth rather than actuality. Yet, here he was, wearing man’s skin on the bank of a river. Kerne would never believe him. Kerne would never believe this, no matter what Sïmon said or how he pleaded, and so the once-dragon’s heart sank into his stomach like he’d swallowed a stone.

“Sïmon!”

He sat in the grass, drew his knees into a bend, and looked at the green between them. Everything looked so much bigger in this body he now found himself inhabiting. It was too late to take the wish back. Sïmon wanted to undo it as much as he wanted to run to Kerne and tell him the good news, but neither of those things were possible.

“Excuse me!”

Sïmon looked up into the huntsman’s face and took in the sight of his creased brow. He was so, so worried, searching for someone who was right in front of him.

“Have you seen a dragon at all—a runner? He’s a little less than twice my height and almost four times as long, with blue scales and a white mane. He’s been gone since at least this morning, and I’ve been waiting for him to come back, but…” Kerne chewed his lower lip and looked out across the lake before he looked back down at Sïmon. “If you’ve seen him at all, please tell me. He’s not usually gone this long.”

Sïmon gulped and looked away, choosing to stare at the grass beside one of his boots rather than look his rider in the face. He nodded twice. He felt so sick.

“You’ve seen Sïmon?” The change in the pitch of the huntsman’s voice made the once-dragon smile. If he’d ever doubted that his human companion cared about him, he knew now for sure. “Where? Which direction was he headed?”

“I—” He paused. What a strange voice he had in this shape, so unlike the one he had as a dragon. It was almost a trill, but it dipped low and resonated there, like water through a rocky stream. This voice was unusual for a human.

“You…? Please, even if you don’t think it was him, it’s better than nothing.”

Sïmon looked up at Kerne again and drew his brow up tight, because is chest hurt. “I… I am Sïmon.”

Kerne drew his head back, the worry lines on his face shifting into confusion. “What?”

The once-dragon gulped. “I—I wanted to…to know what it’s like, being a human, and…and, here I am.”

The huntsman’s confusion shifted into a scowl. “Listen, I’m sure you think you’re funny, but if you’re going to tell these kinds of jokes, I’m done with you.”

Without further warning, Kerne brushed by him and went through the grass on the riverbank, calling out for the very creature he’d just left behind. Sïmon drew his legs up higher, buried his face in his knees, and cried. It felt awful, and not just the rejection, but the sobbing. The tears felt like boiling water down his cheeks in the winter air, and there was the feeling of seawater-tasting mucus in the back of his throat and in his nose. He couldn’t leave Kerne, no matter what shape he was in and no matter if his human companion believed him or not. In this shape, however, there was no excuse to stay—he couldn’t carry the bags, couldn’t eat the leftover food waste, couldn’t let the huntsman ride on his back if his boots hurt his feet or if he grew weary. Sïmon hadn’t thought this through. He hadn’t realized that he was nothing to Kerne if he wasn’t a dragon.

He must have sat there and wept for hours. At least it, felt like hours must have gone by before familiar footsteps approached and Sïmon looked up at the human who had formerly abandoned him. Kerne at least no longer looked angry, though his brow was still knit and the corners of his mouth were wobbling on a downward trend.

“Why are you crying…? I—I don’t know what to do and I don’t really want to help you after that joke earlier, but if you think you can help me find Sïmon, I’ll help you figure out whatever’s troubling you. I hear dundkeen are good trackers, and wherever he went, Sïmon made sure he didn’t leave a trace. I lost him at the riverbank, and—and…”

Dundkeen. So that was why he was wearing dundkeen clothing. Of course. He should have known. Still, it hurt his heart that Kerne was so troubled over him when he wasn’t lost. He couldn’t say the same thing twice, however—the huntsman would leave him behind forever without a last thought.

“I can help you find him,” Sïmon heard himself say.

“You can?” The pitch of Kerne’s voice changed in that endearing way again. “What do you need me to do for you?”

“I…nothing.” The once-dragon stood shakily on his human—dundkeen—legs and looked down at Kerne. The huntsman had always been shorter than him, but as a human, he had expected their height to be more level. He wasn’t human, however, just humanlike, and Dundkeen tended to be the taller of the two species.

“Nothing?” Kerne asked, turning his head a few degrees to one side as he continued to look at the once-dragon. “There must be something you need.”

“Food.” He’d never get used to this voice. “Water. It’s a long trip.”

The huntsman’s brow creased deeper. “To where?”

Sïmon wondered if he would ever forgive himself for lying like this just to stay with the only person in the world who mattered to him. He turned to the west and motioned with his head. “To the plains out there. I saw him headed that way, and it’s the only place I can think he’d want to go, if he’s a wild dragon.”

Kerne followed his gaze and made a sound in his throat. “He is wild—or was, before we found each other. Why would he be heading west?”

This was a test, Sïmon knew. The huntsman wasn’t stupid enough to think that he would leave without excellent reason, which meant he had to come up with one and fast. “Depending on how old he is, and if he’s not paired, maybe the drive for a mate got the best of him.”

For a long few seconds Kerne was silent, but he asked after his pause, “And how old does a runner have to be before that happens?”

Sïmon knew that he was older than the number of toes he had on one paw—five, or maybe six, winters in all. “That depends, but usually around five or six.”

Again, Kerne was silent. When the once-dragon looked down, he could see the concentration. “And you know where this place is and are willing to take me there if I finance the trip? Why? Why would you help me for so long for so little?”

He shrugged. “I’m trying to get away from something, and what better excuse?”

“And how do I know I can trust you?”

Sïmon smiled and furrowed his brow as he looked down into the grass. “I guess you don’t.”

Several moments passed before Kerne sighed. “I’m going to ask around town to see if anyone else saw Sïmon, but for now, you have a deal. What’s your name?”

“S—” he started, but backtracked. “Sao,” he said after a beat. “I’m Sao.”

[sanjoongie]

Cuddles and Throw Blankets

A ~Cotton Tails and Simmering Fires~ Series

ღPairing: Dragon hybrid! Yunho x Bunny Hybrid! reader (f) x Dragon hybrid! Yeosang ღGenre: fluff, romance ღAu: hybrid au, strangers to lovers ღWord Count: 2,041 ღWarnings: mentions of mxm, rumblings of Hops heat beginning, poly semantics ღRated: 18+ MDNI

ღSummary: when a movie night turns into unforeseen cuddles, San and Seonghwa realize that they may have a bunny heat on their hands, and they entrust Yeosang to bond with Hops, in hopes he can take on that burden while they're unavailable

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With your chin on your knees and your arms wrapped around your legs, you're quite engrossed with the movie playing in front of you. Seonghwa's long, ringed fingers were entangled in your hair, thumb gently rubbing into the back of your long bunny ears. San was on the other side of him, and although Seonghwa isn't doing anything as intimate as he's doing with you, the casual hand resting on San’s thighs is plenty of a statement. On the other side of you was Yunho, long legs laid out before him, chin in chest laying out on the rest of the sectional. It was movie night for the Thunder and your first true time spent with them all. Even the ever-elusive Hongjoong, who you had honestly never even met yet, was behind you in the kitchen; the chair turned around so his chin could rest on the back of the chair.

"Wait, so they're tiny now? But then, why are there other tiny people down there?" Wooyoung demanded, kettle chip on the way up to his mouth.

"Because they're in the quantum realm," Mingi supplied, not looking up from the iPad he was reading.

"You're not even watching!" Yeosang accused.

"We watched it already. Some of us have real jobs to go to," Jongho supplied.

"Just because I didn't go to school and get a degree doesn't mean my work isn't a real job," Yeosang argued.

Smoke began to curl from San’s sneered lips. "How about shutting up for the rest of us that haven't watched it, then?"

"Cool it, San," Seonghwa insisted gently, hand squeezing San’s thigh and spreading ice on the cotton sweats.

You turn around to stare at San, who meets your eyes and then grumbles, "It's fine, Hops. Watch the movie."

The tension in the air relaxed a bit, and you settled down. The dragon hybrids weren't quite used to how flighty your instincts were, especially around arguments and disagreements. It was an adjustment, but they were working on it. With Jongho, as the professional therapist, there to guide them through the mental maelstrom that was usually their loft, they had a much better chance at settling down a bit so that you weren't on edge all the time.

"I'm going to the washroom," Seonghwa whispered into your ear, making you shiver as he kissed the crown of your head.

You were about to scoot over and steal Seonghwa’s warmth and enjoy some San cuddles, but the movie drew you back in, and you never ended up moving. But that slight shiver that Seonghwa had instilled in you hadn't left. Your skin still had goosebumps, and your nipples were pebbles. San scrunched up his nose as your smell went a hair's-width fraction of sweeter than you were before. Yunho’s warmth was closer, so you leaned toward him.

Yunho, extremely aware of you and how close you were, and how good you smelled, sat up as you moved closer. He shot a glance to San, who was looking at Yunho now, watching with studious eyes. Yunho's tree-themed, tattooed arms moved behind you, not to wrap around you but to place a palm hand down and simply lean into you. Your body moved self-consciously towards the warmth, tail whooshing as your hip pressed against Yunho’s side.

San's jaw tightened, dark scales glinting from the tv screen, but he didn't shake his head at Yunho, so Yunho raised his arm behind the couch, along the back of it. Yeosang was now in tune with the new entertainment that wasn't the movie suddenly. You moved once again, sighing as your cheek lay against Yunho’s chest.

Yunho’s neon-orange eyes were wide with questions as Seonghwa took back his seat. His eyes were slit and focused on just how cuddly and comfortable you were with one of the Thunder who was NOT him or San. It was a good sign. Honestly, San had been worried about being absent with his upcoming business trip. And Seonghwa was fairly booked up with clients this coming week as well. But internally, neither of them was ready for you to bond with Yunho.

There wasn't anything actually bad with Yunho. It was simply the fact that Yunho was endowed in a way that…dragonkind believed meant Yunho was fertile. And if anyone, ANYONE, was going to knock you up accidentally, it was Yunho. And they weren't quite prepared for that.

"It was odd, right, the way Hops was acting?" San brought up later that night.

San had deposited you into his bed, where you immediately burrowed into his pillows and blankets and fell soundly asleep. It was his night sleeping with you, but he needed to spare some time with Seonghwa first. Questions needed to be answered.

As the evening progressed, you ended up on Yunho’s lap, a baggy sweater of Seonghwa's pulled over your knees. You were so tiny on Yunho’s lap. It was honestly making Yunho’s head drift to places he probably shouldn't be without a good talk with San and Seonghwa.

Seonghwa's mouth twitched to the side of his cheek in thought, leaning back with both arms on his bed. "She's so communicative about everything. She would have asked you AND Yunho if what she was doing was okay. I don't think she even realized what she was doing--or that she even needed it."

"We're going to have to have that talk, aren't we?" San sighed.

Seonghwa rolled his eyes. "Oh please, like you aren't excited to share her with Yeosang."

San frowned heavily. "I barely want to share her with you. Why would you say that?"

Seonghwa smirked. "Why? Who was pouting that Yunho took Yeosang’s usual spot on the couch?"

San coughed. "That's beside the point. I'm not going to be able to catch Yeosang before I leave for my trip. Do you think you can talk to him? I'll distract Hops while you do."

"Distract, huh?" Seonghwa lifted off the bed and tapped San's chin teasingly.

"Will you or will you not?" San huffed, his stare demanding an answer.

"Fine, I'll tackle asking Yeosang if he would like to be the first to attempt to bond with Hops," Seonghwa agreed. His hand gripped San’s jaw tightly suddenly. "But you're going to have to learn to share better," Seonghwa growled softly. He let his cold nip at San lightly. "Or I'll teach you." San’s tongue came out to play with his lip ring, and that was the end of that conversation. For now.

Yeosang was surprised he was the first one asked, considering that he was the spark to the dynamite that was the fight you experienced a few weeks ago. His brows shot into his fringe, electric green eyes blown out at the idea of being the next one that you might lean on.

"Take her shopping," Seonghwa suggested, "You're the interior designer. Help her buy some stuff that might make this place seem more like her own."

So, with San’s hefty black credit card, you went shopping with Yeosang. There were a few of his favorite stores that he brought you to, having been the one who chose the décor for the Thunder's place to begin with, but also keeping in mind your preference over cute and fluffy things. San had a gentle smile on his face when he told Yeosang that you loved all things soft and warm.

You flitted around the shop upon arrival, in awe of all the new potential accents you could be bringing back to the thunder's loft. You began to touch and contemplate everything, but your energy soon wilted when you saw the price tags. As someone from a communal fluffle, money had to be divided and dispersed, and you didn't have a lot of income yourself as a jeweler on Etsy, so you tended to thrift and reuse old items. Spending this much money on items you could just scrounge up between your place and the Thunder's…

Yeosang was beginning to get worried. He wasn't sure what had drained you of your excitement, but he knew it wasn't right. Your ears were drooping, and if he was reading you correctly, you were sad about something. Anything you had put in the cart in anticipation of building your nest was slowly being put back on the shelf. Had he done something wrong?

"Hops?" Yeosang gently put a hand down on your shoulder as you pulled the blanket you had just put in the cart back on the shelf. "Is everything okay?"

You pasted on a pale smile. "Peachy, why?"

Yeosang tried not to take it personally that you would try to suppress how you felt around him, but this whole trip was for you to bond with him, so perhaps he had not earned that right. Still, he felt responsible since you had neither Seonghwa nor San to lean on in this clearly vulnerable moment.

“Hops,” Yeosang said, giving you direct eye contact. “How are we supposed to shop for your nest if you keep putting everything back?”

Your ears dropped some more. “Everything is so expensive.”

Yeosang sighed, pulling out his wallet. “Hops, we have San’s black card. We’re good.”

“B-but!” You stuttered, “It’s just a throw blanket. That costs more than my weekly income from my jewelry shop.”

Yeosang lifted an eyebrow at you, challenging you. “If you don’t put it back in the cart, I will.”

You clutched the blanket to your chest tightly. “I don’t want to spend unnecessary money.”

Yeosang tentatively put both of his hands on your face, cupping your cheeks. “It’s important to everyone in the Thunder that you have a spot of your own. This is not unnecessary money spent. Not to mention, San’s going to be pretty pissed if I come back, and all you’ve grabbed is a cup from the sales shelf for the bathroom.”

You couldn't help but tear up. You weren’t used to being pampered this way. You knew you were being a bit emotional, and perhaps you should check your calendar to see if it was more hormonal than emotional, but… “Okay, Yeo.”

Yeosang smiled happily and then pressed his lips together so it didn’t encompass his face. He ducked his head in slight embarrassment, a giggle managing to escape his lips. Shit, suddenly, he understood San and Seonghwa’s pull to you. Everything inside of him wanted to tuck you in his room and protect you like you were a horde to keep away from everyone else.

The remainder of the trip was a lot smoother. You strolled, visibly more relaxed, with Yeosang pushing the cart. He would make soft comments and point out objects that he thought would meld well with the thunder’s loft but also matched what you would want. Everything you picked up, you held up for Yeosang for inspection. He would touch it or tell you something about it, and then it would go in the cart.

When you found a chair cushion that you simply wanted to settle into immediately to snuggle with San or Seonghwa, or both, you spun around to ask Yeosang if there was room in the cart but found yourself the subject of Yeosang’s warm gaze.

“What are you smiling at?” You asked even though you were pretty sure what was going on.

“You’re cute,” Yeosang admitted.

You felt your cheeks and neck heat up at the comment. Was Yeosang… flirting with you?

“Your tail keeps wagging under Sannie’s jacket, Hops. You’re beyond adorable,” Yeosang pressed. He brushed past you to grab the chair cushion, and it topped off the cart quite comedically.

“D-don’t look at my tail,” You scolded Yeosang. You couldn't help but bring your arms behind your back and try to pull down San’s letterman jacket further over your tailbone and butt.

Yeosang chuckled, a noise that only a man made when he was quite pleased with himself. “Okay, Hops.”

Perhaps you needed to speak to Seonghwa about the sharing he mentioned between his Thunder. This slight tug that you felt towards Yeosang, the need to bury your hands in his long hair and pull… this was more than just a friendly trip. You wanted Yeosang. You wanted to… yeah. It was definitely time to talk to San and Seonghwa.

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[sanjoongie]

Summer Haze lined with Yellow Roses

A ~Cotton Tails and Simmering Fires~ Chapter

ღA series collab with @starlitmark

ღPairing: Dragon hybrid! San x Dragon hybrid! Yeosang x Bunny Hybrid! Reader (f) x Dragon hybrid! Seonghwa

ღGenre: smut, angst

ღAu: hybrid au

ღTrope: poly

ღWord Count: 1,039

ღRated: 18+ MDNI

ღWarnings: foursome, fragile mental state for reader, mxm, blowjobs, penetrative sex (with tea contraceptive), mentions of oral (f), pearl necklace, aftercare

ღDedication: @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii beta readers extraordinaire

ღSummary: when you and your three boyfriends think it's a good idea to enjoy all of your bodies in the same bed, troubled thoughts follow

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Perhaps deciding to have a foursome with your polycule wasn’t the best idea. You loved San and Seonghwa. Your budding love for Yeosang was blooming as well. But having all four of you in the same room, sharing the same bed, sharing each other's bodies wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

Deciding who went where was only the tip of the iceberg of problems. After a brief conversation, which almost killed your libido, it was decided that while you took Seonghwa in your mouth, Yeosang would fuck you and San would fuck Yeosang’s mouth. In theory, you’d figure it would work. Keeping San and Seonghwa separated would make it to be less explosive, since they tended to bicker the most when they both fucked you.

However… you kissed San deeply as foreplay, knowing you’d be well separated from him during the foursome. San loved to kiss you, and the deeper, the better. His kisses, stirred up with the heat from his lip ring, always made your nipples tighten. But once Yeosang lied down so that you could sit on him for reverse cowgirl, you lost that connection with the hybrid inside of you. You lost the stimulation of his scales along your clit like you were used to when you faced your partner as well. 

Your ears must have been drooping because Seonghwa cupped your face and tipped it to look up at him. “Surely it’s not that disappointing to be sucking me off, Hops.”

You shook your head, trying to mentally shake the melancholy that was clinging to you. What was with you?

Seonghwa proceeded to smile serenely, thumb moving to your lips to rub them. Your tongue came out to play with the pad of his thumb and Seonghwa's slitted pupils blew open. 

San was shifting to his position behind you, running his mouth like always. "Fuck her throat good, Seonghwa, I wanna hear those wet noises."

Seonghwa’s eyes never left your face as he replied to San. "Worry about your own throat fucking."

San grumbled under his breath and you heard Yeosang yelp behind you. "Seonghwa!" The green-eyed dragon protested.

Seonghwa grinned and then wondered if you were ready for him. You experimentally moved your hips and found that you were ready for both Yeosang to fuck you and Seonghwa to enter your mouth. "Ready, Hwa," you attempted to smile.

It was okay at first. Your mind was busy with timing Seonghwa’s thrusts into your throat and your breathing. Yeosang moved slowly inside of you, particularly careful with his girth and your 'tiny bunny hole' as San liked to call it. 

Then you began to notice a lot of the focus was lost on you. Yeosang had to worry about San fucking his throat, which knowing San, that hybrid was jackhammering into Yeosang’s sweet mouth, fingers skimming down the elders scales along his hairline. As a result, Yeosang's thrusts were leaving much to be desired, weak and usually only jolting you when San caused him to choke on his dick. Then San and Seonghwa began to bicker since neither of their mouths were preoccupied. Seonghwa grinned that special grin as he got San worked up and you felt like you might as well not be in the room.

When your attitude soured, along with your smell, Seonghwa's eyes finally drew back to you but even that was lacking. "Yeosang not fucking you well enough, Treasure?"

You whimpered in need, your pussy throbbing dully with the lack of stimulation. You thought perhaps Seonghwa might suggest a position or even partner change but instead he simply offered to give you head separately afterwards.

San came with a loud grunt, unloading into Yeosang’s mouth like it was a normal occurrence, which you had been informed had been--before you had been introduced to the Thunder. Seonghwa popped out of your mouth and came on your tits as you had negotiated but the feeling of being used and unsatisfied remained.

You promptly lifted off of Yeosang and were smacked with a scene of cute domesticity. San was adoringly rubbing off his cum from Yeosang’s face with wet wipes. You turned hopefully to Seonghwa but when he finished cleaning himself up, he simply tossed the package to you. By the time you had finished cleaning up, San was cuddling Yeosang from behind, playing with his hair. Yeosang beamed with happiness at the attention, his tail fondly curling around San's wrist. 

Seonghwa sat on the side of your bed, clearly waiting for you to lay yourself out so that he could eat you out but instead you grabbed YOUR robe--not one of your boyfriend’s shirts-- and quickly tied it around your waist. 

"I think I'm going to shop online for some crystals," You said pointedly.

Seonghwa frowned in response. "But Hops, you didn't--San was going to jerk of Yeosang while I--"

You stomped your foot in stubbornness. "I'm good."

You could see out of your peripherals that San and Yeosang exchanged a look and then Seonghwa nodded. Were they all truly that close that they knew each other's thoughts with simply a look? Why did you feel like three boyfriends took a one night stand to bed where it should have felt like a poly group having loving sex with one another? You stomped your foot again. 

San quickly got up and put some underwear on while Yeosang looked for his discarded. 

"Whatever you need, Treasure," Seonghwa said with a sigh.

Once the three of them trundled out of your room, you threw yourself on your bed in defeat. But your nest smelled of San's sea breeze and Seonghwa’s strawberry jam, and Yeosang’s new addition of peppermint tea. Your eyes started to well up and then you threw off every offending item in your nest that reminded you of those three. When you were left with your comforter that only smelled of fresh cotton, you drew it around your head and your tears silently began to fall.

Was this a bad decision? Perhaps you should have stuck with just San. Perhaps you were not meant to share and be shared amongst this Thunder. Perhaps… you didn't know the answers to your problem currently. That was the most heart-wrenching thought of all.

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[sanjoongie]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕊𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟: ℂ𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘

🥀Pairing: Dragon Hybrid! Mingi x Bunny Hybrid! Reader

🥀Genre: Smut

🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact 

🥀Au: Cotton Tails and Simmering Fires by @starlitmark and meeee, hybrid au

🥀Trope: established relationship, poly (background)

🥀Summary: when you crave some time with one of your busy boyfriends, the compromise turns out to be everything you need with an unexpected surprise

🥀Kinks: cockwarming, brief oral prep (m), cockwarming (she tried her best okay), special! dragon! cock, sudden female orgasm, soft! dom! mingi, soft! sub! reader

🥀Word Count: 1,241

🥀Betas: @flurrys-creativity

🥀Day Fifteen: Femdom/ Degradation 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Seventeen: Body Worship

The state of part arousal and part comfort you were in was slowly driving you insane. 

You had wanted some quality time with Mingi but it was the period in his semester when he had little time to spare, between reading and grading papers, and fielding student questions. So the two of you had come to a compromise. He was heading into his on-campus office early Saturday morning to get some work done and you were going along with him.

Mingi tugged you out of your nest with Jongho and Yeosang, blurry-eyed and a little whiny at being pulled from the warmth of your two boyfriends arms. Mingi told you with a gentle smile that he could leave you here if you really wanted to stay but when you remembered how much your heart ached last week, seeing him drag himself to his bed and collapse on it, you dismissed the offer immediately. 

In his office, which already had his faint personal smell of gingerbread, you sat on a couch that served as a bed when Mingi was too exhausted to drag himself back to the loft with the thunder. But it wasn’t close enough to your boyfriend. In fact, it was torture. Watching as the early morning lit hit his charcoal gray scales along his hairline, how his shoulder spread out his plaid shirt, the way his buttons looked like he was one big breath away from losing his shirt--

Mingi sighed rather loudly and closed his laptop. “Hops--”

Your ears pushed back in disappointment. “Don’t use my government name, Mingi,” You couldn't help but pout.

“I can smell the beginnings of sugar cookies like they’re in the oven,” Mingi continued, rubbing his face tiredly. “I can’t exactly nurse a hard-on AND focus on my student’s papers.”

“But--!”

Mingi sent you a stern look with his red slitted eyes and you deflated immediately. Not without adding, “You could use it though.”

“You’ve been hanging around with Wooyoung too much,” Mingi grumbled, “I am not bending you over my desk, Hops.”

You looked at Mingi with hopeful eyes. “It doesn’t have to be like that.”

Mingi watched you with a confused expression as you quickly rushed to his side at his desk. “I just want to be close to you. If you let me cockwarm you--”

Mingi groaned loudly and then clapped his hand over his mouth. “Hops,” he growled.

You threw up your hands in defense. “I’m not trying to trick you. I did it with San recently when he was gone for a business trip but I had a stacked schedule with my orders. It helped.”

Mingi scratched the back of his ear. “Yeah but I’m much bigger than San,” he reminded you.

“Can we please try?” You plead eagerly. Your tail twitched behind you, ears moving in anticipation and Mingi found he couldn't say no to you.

“Alright but--” He bit down on his lip just in time as your hands went to his pants immediately to undo the belt and the zipper of his tweed pants. “Treasure--” A delighted gasp left his lips as you pulled his cock out and pumped it to make sure it was hard for you. “Oh fuck.”

You sent him a sweet smile before taking him in your mouth. You gathered saliva in your mouth and bobbed on his length, taking in as much of him as you could before he hit the back of your throat. Mingi held your hair out of the way, partly to make sure nothing got on your hair and the other reason was to watch your cute little bunny mouth work on him. Just when Mingi was tempted to let you suck him off, you pulled off of him. 

You pulled aside the loose shorts you wore for easy access, and with the lack of underwear underneath, it was easy to brace yourself on his thick thighs, and play with the spade head of his cock against your already wet folds. 

“Treasure, be careful!” Mingi worried. 

No matter how many times he had taken you, he was always concerned with your comfort and his cock. Not only was the length and girth something to worry about, his head was spade-tipped, curved perfectly to push past pussy lips. There were also ridges on the underside of his cock, starting at his tip, AND three beads along the top side. Mingi’s dragon cock was definitely one of the more complicated breeds out there but you never seemed to complain about taking him.

In truth, even though you struggled to fit him inside of you, it always sounded like you loved everything that came with his cock. “So big,” You sighed, only managing his head so far. 

Mingi reached around you and rubbed a dry finger slowly around your clit, aiding in making you even more wet in order to take him. “You’re doing amazing,” Mingi encouraged you.

You slowly but surely sunk down on his length. Each ridge on his cock was like a landmark that you were getting it done. The relaxed way your pussy was swallowing Mingi’s cock was doing something to you, however. Mingi was still; he had massive control over his body, despite your tight, wet heat taking him centimeter by centimeter. 

“Mi-mingi,” You moaned softly. 

If you were being honest, you were drunk on Mingi’s cock. It was always like this getting it inside of you, but in this soft setting, the early morning rays making his office warm and Mingi’s heat at your back, you were lured into a sense of complete security. So when you rocked your hips forward to get the last final ridge on the underside of Mingi’s cock, it worked. However you were so wet from Mingi’s middle finger doing slow circles around your clit, that the remainder of Mingi’s cock that could actually fit inside of you slipped in. It was so sudden, but the sudden push of Mingi’s cockhead hitting your womb sent you into your climax.

You moaned wantonly, becoming jelly in Mingi’s lap and you collapsed back on him fully. Mingi could feel your cunt convulsing around his cock so he knew exactly what had happened. Luckily for Mingi, he had the control, and the practice of competing with Yunho over who would cum first, so he was able to hold on. He simply rubbed his cheek against your soft ears as you rode the waves of pleasure and settled down.

“Was that good, Treasure?” His deep voice rumbled from behind you and you simply nodded your head tiredly. “Words, please,” He prompted you.

“That was like having the slowest sex ever and then experiencing the most explosive climax,” You mumbled to him.

“Well, I hope it was that good because you’re going to have to remain here while I finish my papers,” Mingi announced, smacking a kiss on your head.

“Mingi!” You protested quietly. Because Mingi still was perhaps only halfway seated inside of you, so you were going to have to hold yourself up until the professor was done.

Mingi chuckled, the type that only came from a man who just gave his lover a good orgasm. “You wanted to cockwarm me, Treasure.”

“Yes, Mingi,” You said desolately. 

You settled into Mingi’s warmth regardless. Perhaps you could nap. Which would have worked. If Mingi hadn't pressed his hand to your stomach to see if he could feel his cock from the outside.

🥀Day Fifteen: Femdom/ Degradation 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Seventeen: Body Worship

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[starlitmark]

Summary: You’ve been hooking up with and hanging out with San and Seonghwa for a bit now. You’re tired of the lack of labels, though.

Pairing: dragon!Seonghwa x fem bunny!reader x dragon!San

Tropes: hybrid au

Genre: fluff, angst, (barely) suggestive

Rating: PG 13

Warnings: emotional breakdown, arguments, suggestive comments, y/n has blue eyes due to being a rabbit

Word Count: 1,616

Note: Look forward to more of this! @sanjoongie and I have created a whole universe about these hybrids!!

Cotton Tails & Simmering Fires Masterlist

It’s become common for you to sit on the couch between two dragon hybrids. It should be weird, considering you’re a bunny, but here you are. You hadn’t really sat down and thought about it too deeply yet. The way you met them was odd. First, you were out of your safe space, but now here you are, and now you’ve been hooking up with both of them together and individually for a few weeks now. You’re tucked under San’s arm, wearing one of his shirts, and watching some random sitcom. Your legs are resting in Seonghwa’s lap, his finger drawing random patterns on the bare skin of your leg. The mixture of San’s sea breeze scent and Seonghwa’s strawberry jam is oddly comforting.

You watch as Yeosang walks through the living room to the kitchen. Truth be told, you smelled him before you saw him. His peppermint scent cut through the air more aggressively than some others, though it wasn’t unwelcome. He looks you up and down, not a care for his friends being tangled with you right now. His electric green eyes draw you into his gaze.

“I might have to try you out for myself, hops. Damn, your legs look so nice bare like that.”

You know your scent heightens a bit, even gets a tad sweeter. The two dragons cuddling with you notice too. Seonghwa snarls under his breath. His electric blue eyes almost glow brighter as his slitted pupils become thinner. Icy shards building just beneath the surface of his fingertips. And if that wasn’t enough, his typically sweet scent goes extremely sour to the point your nose crinkles. San is in no better state. Smoke puffs from between his lips as he attempts to hold back from burning Yeosang to a crisp right then and there. They had no right to be jealous, though, none at all. You throw your legs off Seonghwa and remove San’s arm around you. Then, making your way over to the green-eyed dragon, you look up at him with your big blue doe eyes.

“Maybe,” you start, rocking on your heels, “maybe I’ll take you up on that offer.”

“No, you won’t.” Seonghwa deadpans.

“Remember what we told you?” San adds.

You see red, and your typically sweet sugar cookie scent burns out of pure anger.

“You don’t fucking own me. We aren’t dating, and I’m not your property. I knew you dragon hybrids were territorial walking into whatever the fuck this is, but that is no excuse to be an asshole.”

You don’t even give them a chance to respond to you. You lock yourself in San’s room as you change and don’t allow them to explain themselves when you leave. Your mind is a flurry of emotions and thoughts as you navigate your way back to your hollow. You texted a member of your fluffle that you were on your way back. She was more than ready to hear whatever you had to rant about. She was one of the best listeners you know. That being said, she’s also the worst enabler you know too.

“You don’t understand!” you exclaim as you pace through your room.

“You’re right. I don’t.” your fluffle-mate chuckles from your desk chair.

“They’re fine with sharing with each other. Hell, they even mentioned that they would probably share me with the rest of their thunder and-”

“Woah, woah, woah… they said what?”

“That they’d share me. Now, keep up-”

“You’re telling me,” she sighs, “You’re telling me that they told you they were going to share you and then decided to get jealous ‘cause of a comment one of their thunder members made? You realize how hypocritical that is?”

You’re about to respond, but there’s a knock at your door. The scent of someone uncomfortable or fearful of something accompanies it. You turn the worn nob on the dark wood of your bedroom door to see one of the slightly younger fluffle members practically shaking in front of you.

“Are you o-”

“T-there are two dragon h-h-hybrids outside the house, and I just wanted to warn you guys.”

Your eyebrows furrow, “Two? What do they look like?”

“I didn’t stick around long, but they both have kinda long black hair… I think the one had his hair in a ponytail. T-the one had really scary neon blue eyes, and the other’s eyes looked almost white. They were so pale… I didn’t like how they seemed.” she admits.

“Did you see what color their tails or any scales were?” you pry further.

“Black… and really shiny purple, I think… it might’ve been dark blue.”

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, “I appreciate you telling me.”

She nods, scurries to her room quickly, and shuts the door tightly. You close your door much more gently and turn to face your friend. She’s already giving you a knowing look. She knows what you’re about to say.

“I guess I’d better go ta-”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves you off, “go talk to those emotionally constipated dragon boys of yours.”

You’re dreading walking outside your home. Not because you’re scared of them; that’s far from the case. You simply do not want to interact with them right now. You trudge your way out of the home to see both boys standing at the edge of the front lawn. They look horribly out of place. Both of them are dressed in dark colors; San has a chain on his hip yet again. Seonghwa decided to have all his piercings in and use the most obnoxious dangling ones in his ears. As you approach the duo, you notice how Seonghwa’s pupils widen, and his strawberry jam scent sweetens upon seeing you. That, at least, is a comforting feeling.

“What do you want?” you ask with a bite in your tone.

“We want to talk.” San replies shortly, his salty scent growing even saltier somehow.

“What he means is, we fucked up, and we want to talk things out with you.”

You sigh annoyedly, “You have 10 minutes.”

You think for a moment about taking them back inside your home. You decide against it, though, since you know some of your fluffle are uncomfortable with their presence outside the house as it is. You plop down on the grass, and they follow suit. There’s a small patch of wildflowers right beside you that occupies your attention. You delicately fiddle with the petals of a vibrantly purple one before Seonghwa takes your hand in his. The gesture makes you look up from the flower and the sight you see you’ve never been privy to before. Seonghwa’s eyes are lightly brimmed with tears. His slitted pupils are narrow again, and you swear that the scales framing his face are paler, with little bits of mist coming from beneath them. His scent becomes subdued slightly as well.

“Hops,” he sighs, “I’m so fucking sorry. We had no right-” he lets out a shaky breath, “We had no right to be territorial over you when we aren’t dating.”

“Yeah, sorry we didn’t account for your feelings.” San adds.

San seems far more apathetic about the entire situation. It pisses you off. Seonghwa, you know, is being genuine. He’s told you before that he doesn’t often cry, so to see him on the verge of tears now shows the authenticity of his emotions.

“Don’t you have any remorse, San?” you bite, and the scent of burning sugar returns to the air.

You have no room for being gentle or kind right now. You’re angry; how, after what happened, could he be so nonchalant about it still?

“Excuse me?” the younger dragon asks.

You can see the flames burning below his fingertips, searing the grass below him. His already sharp, salty scent grows even more intense. Now you’re fearful. You know he wouldn’t hurt you, but your natural flight tendencies are screaming at you to bolt away. So instead, you watch as Seonghwa places his hand on San’s and instantly cools his hand.

“You know we’re not great with the whole emotion thing. San doesn’t apologize. So the fact that he’s apologizing to you is huge.”

“I kinda love you.” San says quietly, sniffling slightly while his scent dulls to a post-storm kind of sea scent.

You look at the purple-scaled dragon and see he’s not looking at you. Small puffs of smoke are coming from his nostrils, and his silver eyes are nearly metallic. He’s crying. You find yourself tossing yourself into his arms and wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands instantly reach your waist and hold you against him. He cries into your shoulder as he holds you in his lap. Seonghwa runs his hand over your fluffy white ear and soothes you. You hadn’t even noticed you were crying until Seonghwa ran one of his fingers against your cheek, catching a stray tear.

"I can't believe that you want me. Both of you. Actually wanting me, not just my body." you half joke.

You hear a chuckle rumble through San’s chest at your comment.

"Well, you're good company. You and your body." he teases back, earning him a gentle smack to his shoulder.

“Should we go back to the lair then?” Seonghwa asks softly.

“I’d like that.” you respond, voice muffled by San’s shirt.

“We have a lot to make up for. We’re doing everything and anything you want for the next week.” Seonghwa chuckles sweetly

“Some of us have work to do.” San replies. You hold him tighter, “I mean, I’m sure that my secretary can handle the paperwork for a few days. We need to spend a whole lot of time with our precious girlfriend.”

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~OT8 Collabs Masterlist~

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Key: M(smut), F(fluff), A(angst), TW(blood, death, dark themes)

Sci-fi Medley~ {M}{TW} plot bunny sharing with Haru @stardragongalaxy Synopsis: three Aliens (Alien, Ridley Scott), three Furyans (Pitch Black, David Twohy), and two Predators (Predator, John Mctiernan) live on the ship that you captain and pilot. Sweet Sorrow of Evil~ {TW}{M} Collab with Smalls @thelargefrye Synopsis: the story an evil queen of the Queendom of Illimité and the men in her life that change the narrative of her story

Cotton Tails and Simmer Fires {M}{A}{F} Collab with Jasper @starlitmark

Synopsis: when your bunny friends drag you to an Gothic club and didn’t tell you, so you dressed up in your typical preppy fit, not expecting to catch the eyes of two hybrid dragons (Sanhwa progressing to ot8)

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[starlitmark]

Hi, I just discovered Cotton Tails and Simmering Fires and I absolutely Love it 🥰🥰🥰. I was just wondering if you were still working on this series? I would love to learn about the rest of the dragons and their magic abilities ☺️.

I'm so happy you're loving it!! @sanjoongie and I are absolutely still working on it we're just both very busy right now with irl things :( just because you asked for some more of out dragon boys prepare for a little lore dump of the boys <3

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