Ricky With Breeding Kink = Perfection

So real 😢💔

When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

Drew the alhaitham in a sherwani from twitter! Was so happy to see that clothing from my culture was trending (fit below)

Matching Kaveh

Naruto Anime Twitter links~

Watch on your own risk

📖 Kakashi Hatake

📖 How he loves your Breasts

📖 His style of punishment

📖 His D inspection

📖 He is jealous, so he is marking you, and recording it, to send it to the man who flirted with you.

🔥 Madara Uchiha

🔥 His D inspection

🔥 you wanna be a brat? Then i shall treat you like one.

🔥 How he uses you to relief his stress.

🔥 His fingers, in your good kitty

🤍 Itachi Uchiha

🤍 he is obsessed with you, and is shameless about it.

🤍 "Baby? Don't know that it's me who worships you?"

🤍 " My princess, sit on your throne.. here.. my face. Sit on my face "

🤍 Scandalous outfit prank went wrong.

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musk is going to die in a Tesla explosion in 6 months after sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and we will never get a conclusive answer on whether it was a CIA car bomb or just a normal Tesla malfunction

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　　 . 　 ⠀⁺｡⠀⠀⠀ 𝓅layer 069⠀ ⠀ï๑ ⠀⠀ 𝒮JY

𝓈ynopsis . sim jaeyun and you. a guard and a player? that might not entirely be impossible. he won’t admit to anyone but you that he spared you during the games. he sneaks out in the middle of the night to disguise himself as a player, just. for. you. ✧‎ ‎ ㅤ𝑔enre . squid game au , smut 3k

𝒸ontains . bl00d, mentions of killing, mentions of bodies, unprotected (wrap ur willy,) riding, oral (f & m rec ,) jake switches from meanie to sweetheart multiple times ++ MINORS DNI

𝓅airings . guard!jake x player!reader . a.n :: 1k special! thank u guys so much <33 (yes this is the bathroom scene in more detail…. but no smoking mb) i planned this fic back in 2021 when it first released, but i wasnt writing at the time! this also serves as a birthday gift for @ikeuverse (HAPPY BIRTHDAY)

read :: this isn’t real, simply fiction.

“are they gonna find us?”

“pfft, not a chance.”

his veined hand drags you to the bathroom, the hushed sounds of snoring filling the spacious room, climbing the bunk beds make you sick. using his free hand, jake reaches into his pocket, grabbing his square mask for the scanner. after a few beeps, a tiny ding sound blurts out from the speaker, door automatically opening as jake clutches your wrist tighter to pull you in with him.

the stillness was unsettling; you’ve never heard the room this quiet before. you’re not used to it. possibly ‘cause it’s 3 am. jake tugs on your wrist, pulling you into the stall as he shuts the door behind you both. “finally,” jake sighs, his grasp on your wrist still lingering. “ja-” he yanks your arm, pinning you to the stall door, interrupting your sentence. you’re so close, your hot breaths mixing together. “you know,” jake starts, eyes travelling to your lips. “i’ve been dying to get alone with you.”

ever since he spotted you amongst the crowd, ever since he spared you in dalgona, ever since you caught him in the middle of the night with his mask off placing a body in a casket, he knew he had to get his hands on you somehow. which is why he snuck off; killing off the player you saw jake hide in the casket to snatch his uniform. it so happens that player 069 has his size.

you can’t lie, seeing his sleeves rolled up, the limited lighting highlighting the veins on his arm that day, blood splattered on his face as he gently fits the body in.. it turned you on. you immediately recognised him, the guard that spared you, of course you couldn’t forget. you two made eye contact, and your heart lept, immediately covering yourself with your sheets.

that night, you masturbated. and jake watched it all. all on the cameras. jerked off as you were doing it as well, leaning back on his chair as he does so.

the sexual tension between you two was so blatantly obvious, he’s so grateful that he thought of this plan.

jake presses your back against the door, tilting his head before diving in for a deep kiss, using your gasp to slip his tongue into your mouth, the sudden intrusion travelling down to your core. “you know,” he speaks between kisses, “i watched you on the cams that day.”

oh? an accent?

“wh-wha-” jake shuts you up with another kiss, practically devouring your lips. “masturbated after you saw me, yeah?” he grins, pulling away but still close enough for you two to touch noses. you turn your head to the side, an embarrassing blush covering your cheeks. jake clicks his tongue, “look at me baby,” he speaks as his hand grabs your chin, turning your head back to face him. “don’t be embarrassed, sweets,” he reassures, his other hand slyly travelling to your waist.

“i did too,” he doesn’t stutter, the sudden confession catching you off guard. “cat got your tongue? what, hm? like the thought of me stroking, teasing myself to you? nasty slut,” he snarls, leaning forward to taste more of your supple lips. his tongue roams your mouth, seeking for your flavour on his taste buds. “knew you’d taste amazing, baby,” he breathes, lifting your head up so he has a better angle, dipping his head down to lay hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

his hand holding your waist pulls you as he walks backward, the back of his knees eventually hitting the toilet, prompting him to sit on the closed lid, pulling you down with him. you land on his hard bulge, and jake immediately pulls away, sucking in a sharp breath. “d-don’t move..” he barely manages to choke out. you shake your head, getting off his lap and on your knees on the floor, tugging on the waistband of his pants. “need some help, pretty boy?”

“pre-” he tries to repeat what you just said for comprehension, but gets cut off by his own whine when you caress his clothed hardness. you take it as a green light, jake helping you take off his pants by placing his hands on the lid, lifting himself up just enough so you can pull them off.

his pants pool around his feet, cock springing out and hitting his lower abdomen. his tip’s a pretty pink, his veins perfectly decorating his shaft. not to mention, he’s big, perfectly lengthed as well. you feel drool generating in your mouth, gulping it down nervously. “nothing to say now?” he scoffs, “you just called me pretty a minute ago.” he watches the way you’re oogling at him, watching your eyes unable to pull away.

that’s until you’re snapped out of your trance, your hands now grabbing the base of his cock. your tongue lolls out, licking a long stripe up his length as you maintain eye contact, a groan escaping jakes mouth. one of your hands stay on his base, the other traveling down to play with his balls, a gasp falling from him. “d-don’t tease..” he almost pleads, eyebrows furrowed as he lays his head on the wall behind him.

you nod, a smile creeping on your face. you gather some saliva in your mouth before spitting, rubbing it on his cock before your lips envelope his tip, swirling your tongue around his slit and tasting his salty precum before moving down. his pants turn heavy and repetitive the more you slowly work down his cock, his impatient nature eventually getting the best of him as he grabs your hair, pushing your head down on him.

you gag, breathing through your nose as you try to adjust to the abrupt change. “i told you not to tease, slut,” he spits, contrasting his tone with gentle pats on your head, allowing you to get used to his size. he’s not a monster.

gradually, you begin to bob your head, grunts unconsciously spilling from jake. your knees rub against the hard marble floor, uncomfortable yes, but not anything you can’t handle. you slide down his shaft til his tip hits the back of your throat, jerking off whatever you can’t fit inside your mouth. your begin to hollow your cheeks as your head moves, bobbing up and down.

his grasp on your hair tightens, tugging on your strands lightly. “k-keep going,” he mutters, his chest rising and falling. you nod on him, kitty-licking the area between his tip and his dick, looking up at him through your eyelashes to watch as his mouth gapes open. the sight is hot, the way he sexily furrows his brows immediately soaks you.

with his eyes shut, his hand tucks your stubborn strands behind your ear, other hand creating a makeshift ponytail. he whines, savouring the feeling of your lips on his dick. your tongue applies pressure to seemingly random areas, until you “accidentally” locate his prominent vein, a moan falling from his mouth. it doesn’t take you long to find your rhythm, hands and mouth working in tandem.

your hands lightly squeeze around him as your mouth provides the perfect amount of tightness, causing jake’s head to spin. you hum around him, not thinking anything of it but jake feels the vibration, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him as he lets out a strangled grunt. “mouth feels s’ good,” he praises, tugging on your hair in satisfaction.

despite the tears welling up and stilling on your waterline, you only attempt to fit him in further, causing you to choke around him. a string of whimpers leaves jakes lips, his hips bucking slightly. the sounds of panting and occasionally your gagging fill the stall, jake turning groggy the more he hears you choke around him. you stare up at him again, spectating as his jaw clenches and his eyes squeeze shut.

without warning, he shoots his seed down your throat, and he watches as you swallow it all, the hot sight just turning him on even more. with a couple more pumps, you lift your head up, kissing his tip before fully letting go of him.

he notices the way you rub your thighs together, and a smirk tugs on his lips as a light bulb lights in his head. “get on,” he demands, getting back on his feet. “what’re you doing..” you reply. despite your suspicions, you stand up from the floor, relieved that your knees finally get a break. “helping you,” he grins, grabbing your waist, gradually snaking his hand down til he reaches your pants, seeping his thumb inside the hem of both ur slacks and your panties.

he turns you both around, prompting you to sit on the lid before taking off both your laced panties and your pants. “spread your legs for me, baby,” he guides, warm hands travelling to your inner thighs as you mindlessly listen to the melodic sound of his voice. the corners of his lips curl up into a smirk, the sight of your pink, soaked pussy in display for him getting him hard again.

“i havent even touched you and you’re already this wet..” he snickers, your senses are heightened once his plump lips attach to your clit, dragging out a pathetic whimper from you. his smell–oh, his smell. placing the scent of sex aside, his cologne is aromatic, simply ambrosial with a hint of musk. it drives you insane. his aroma lingers in the air as he starts to harshly suck your clit.

a yelp slips from your throat as you cling onto toilet lid you’re sitting on, jake having to push your thighs apart in order for you to not squeeze his head. “relax, baby..” he caresses your thighs with his thumb, attempting to soothe and reassure you. he begins to kiss, make out with your clit as your breaths start to shudder.

“m–mfh..” jake softly sighs against your button, shooting sensations of pleasure down your spine. he glances at your hands, what used to be warm, delicate fingers are now gripping onto the lid, the more he sinks his tongue deeper inside of you the more white your knuckles become. he smiles against you, licking your nub and sucking, your body slightly jerking to his subtle teasing.

“i haven’t even done anything yet,” he lowly chuckles, placing a kiss to your clit before trailing his wet kisses down, lightly grazing your slit. he licks up til he reaches your button again, the overwhelming contact but still not getting what you want is clouding up your mind in an irksome way, brows furrowing.

“j-jake.. p-please–” you plead, jake noticing your breathing hitching in desperation. he scoffs, feeling his hot breath fan your bare pussy. he smiles before forcing his tongue in you, lapping up your juices as you squirm. his name escapes your mouth, eyes squeezed shut as he devours you, tilting his head to reach deeper in you. “is this okay?” he smiles against you. when you glance at the man in between your legs, you spot him looking back at you with hooded eyes, you have to bite your lip to suppress a moan.

you hurriedly nod your head as a response, looking away partially because you think if you stare for longer you’ll cum already. almost immediately, he dives his wet muscle back in the warm walls of your cunt. “taste s’ sweet,” he slurs his words, gradually becoming lost in your vanilla scent and flavour. “you’re so wet f’ me baby,” he points out, pulling away from you. “i bet if i just..”

a lewd mewl leaves your lips, a sound you never even knew you could make, but it left your mouth. “feel that?” jake smirks, watching your hole flutter around his plunged-in fingers. “slides right in,” he teases. “you’re so reactive, baby,” he coos, beginning to build a steady rhythm with his fingers. “j-jake..” you choke out, unconsciously rolling your hips to push his fingers in deeper.

you mumble, head fuzzy as you stumble on your words, yet jake can hear a pleading tone from you. “what was that, baby?” he calmly asks, accelerating his pace to see you a moaning mess on his fingers. “yr’ m-mouth..” you barely manage to breathe. “hm? baby wan’ my mouth, yeah?” he smiles in amusement. “hold my hair,” his accent slips out, more noticeable in the sentence as you rapidly nod, your fingers weaving through the strands of his lush hair.

almost instantly, he dives back into your warmth, pushing his tongue into you forcefully as his eyes close in immersion. you whine, his supple lips syncing up with the speed of his fingers. “love this pussy,” he blabs, pistoning his fingers so deep into you that you feel his cold ring. your cries urge him on, tongue exploring you as his tastebuds taste your addictive flavour.

you squeal as his fingers curl into your g-spot, thighs beginning to shake underneath him. “found it,” he snickers, feeling your hole pulsate around his wet muscle. “j-jake.. r-right there!” you stammer out, feeling him sticking his tongue deeper inside of you as he realizes you’re close. he can feel his dick hardening the more he hears you moan all because of him, only spurring him on. “wanna cum, baby? gush all over my tongue?” he teases, gasps leaving your lips as you hurriedly nod.

the knot in your gut finally snaps, a sense of euphoria washing over you as you whine, squeezing your grip on his hair. he hesitates before pulling away from your sweet cunt, a sigh spilling from him. “j-jake..” you mutter, panting. you two lock eyes, raising his brows briefly to signify that he’s listening. you gulp down, hesitant to ask but you have limited time.

the words slip from your mouth, an amused smile tugging at jake’s lips once it leaves your lips. 4 words, “can i ride you?” in a vulnerable voice gets jake’s dick twitching in his pants. in a heartbeat, gets back on his feet. it’s a blur, but all you know is that now he’s sitting on the closed lid, pulling you on his lap. you hover above his cock, jake’s veined hands gripping your waist as he helps you sink down.

a gasp falls from your lips, feeling the stretch already when his tip prods your entrance. your mouth creates an ‘O’ shape, tears fogging up your vision as his cock stretches you out despite the prior prepping. jake gazes at the spot where your bodies are connecting, biting his lip. “see my dick disappearing in you, slut? sucking me in so well,” he grins, holding back a low groan. inch by inch you shut your eyes tighter, you look down, only to see that you’re merely taking in half of him.

after seemingly more agonizing seconds, you bottom out on him, feeling your velvet walls flutter around him, a stream of small but audible whimpers leaving your mouth. jake taps your waist in reassurance, giving you time to adjust to the stretch. surely enough, after a couple more seconds, the pain quickly transitions to pleasure, jake noticing the way your bottom lip trembles from the feeling.

gradually, you begin to grind on him, lewd cries leaving both of your lips. jake guides your hips forward, sucking in a sharp breath, feeling how tight your gummy walls are around him. you grab onto his shoulders, steadying yourself, attempting to build an organized rhythm but the sheer size of him stops you from doing so. “j-jake,” you choke out, “s’ big..”

jake pats your back gently, other hand tapping your hip. “hm? jakey too big for you?” he chuckles lowly, “you can stop if you want.”

“no,” you mutter almost immediately, tucking your bottom lip under your teeth. “knew you were a slut for my cock, yeah?” he laughs, rubbing your hip in a circular motion before moving down to your thighs, squeezing them before lightly caressing. “cm’ere,” he smiles, his hand traveling from your back to your waist, pulling you in and devouring you, your juices still on his plump lips, forcing you to taste yourself. “see how tasty you are, baby?” he breathes between deep kisses, eyes closed as he sneaks his tongue into your mouth.

both of your remaining senses heighten from both of your eyes closing, jake relishing the way you’re practically bouncing on his cock. “l-love this cunt,” he pants, abruptly bucking his hips up, catching you off guard, a yelp leaving your lips. you both pull away, jake throwing his head back as you claw at his shoulders desperately. you feel so full, and jake notices. it’s obvious, the way your lips turn red from the constant biting, the way your eyes squeeze together, the way your bottom lip shakes. jake groans into your ear, eyebrows furrowing together in pleasure.

you feel his dick throbbing inside you, feeling every one of his veins each rock of your hips. jakes jaw drops, staying like that as you feel his cock twitching inside of you. “baby,” he huffs breathlessly, “im–” he pauses, breath getting caught in his throat. “im close..” he murmurs, staring up at you. “y-you should get off..” he expresses his concerns, rubbing your thighs gently. “jake.. p-please..” you plead, squeezing his shoulders, “cum inside me.”

he can’t refuse that.

he releases his hot, sticky load into your pretty, now clenching hole, the ecstasy overwhelming his system. almost immediately after, you cream his cock, cum running down your thighs. the sounds of heavy panting and huffing lingers in the air, leaning closer to jake and laying your head on his shoulder as he pats your back gently.

“we should head back.. i’ll tell you what the next game is on the way there, okay?”

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a . n / TYSM EVB FOR THE SUPPORT ON THE TEASER!! and ofc happy birthday to @ikeuverse ♡ ily all!! i hope this succeeds more than the teaser

you guys r literally so sweet!! ur comments honestly mean so much to me, thank you 🫶🫶

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All Is Far In Love And Farming

Chapter 1: Getting Started

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Yandere!Mha!Hybrids × Farmer! Fem!Reader. Chapter 1.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ storyline: The calling of being a professional farmer had been your dream since you were young. Growing up on your granddad’s farm was the best thing, many years later you happen to be back. And the property is now yours to restore. With some hard work, you want to restore hybrid caretaking back to what it once was.

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╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 2.5k

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: short chapters, stardew valley au, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking, hybrid abuse, slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting. platonic yandere, hybrid and human relationships, and future warnings when more chapters come out, spelling mistakes and grammar who?

╰･ﾟ✧☽ characters for now: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Mina Ashido, Ochako Uraraka, Tenya lida, Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro, Tsuyu Asui, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Mashirao Ojiro, Koji Koda, Momo Yaoyorozu

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Everything you once saw, the brightest of grass and the crops ripe and perfect, and the animals in the barns chirping of happiness— it was all gone. once a happy place you roamed in the summer as a kid was now a abandoned filthy place, old bards with holes and damaged walls. Nothing was what it used to be, the grass was as tall as small trees and it was going to take a lot of lovin.

But if your granddad taught you one thing is that; working for a better future would make everything you did it worth it.

And that’s exactly why you are here, to make your future. Everything in your life was about becoming a farmer, like your grandfather. and like him, you believed hybrids deserved to be in a safe and open land to roam, not such in some metal factory and enclosed to live their life.

“Come join the number one hybrid farm in Japan, The League.” the tv rung in your ears back at the college room, the place had been taking over everything and running all the local and good places out. at one point the only place you probably could work at was The League, since they seemed to be everywhere. “New locations, New Areas, And New Pay. Call the number on your screen for more information.” you had heard the commercial so many times you rolled your eyes everytime.

Never did you believe they would come out here, and be the competition. 

Honestly, the first day your body was drained easily from all the work. The labor wasn’t exactly what you were expecting to start off with, moving the rooks and weeding. But you had supplies to start off with thankfully, the money he left you was so much, and ready for a new purpose. But the only thing that was helping you in all of this, your holy grail was a local store owner. Arthur, who happened to be your grandfathers best friend.

slapping the metal truck with the gloved hand, the old man smiled and stepped down from the back of the moving truck. you whipped off the sweat from your skin and catch your breath as the unpacked heavy boxes placed besides you and man.

“The old man used to buy twice as much as this and unload it all him, then complain when his back hurt afterwards. Lucky, he had me to talk some since into him.” the white haired man spoke breathlessly. you didn’t want him to have to help, seeing his age but he was in better shape then you by the looks of things. “Old bat was stubborn, you got that in you kid?”

taking a deep breath you arose from the bend down position you were in and look at the man, smiling a bit you commented back. “Used to give granddad a run for his money, I think I have it in me.” you were earned with a deep chuckle and a small one from yourself. starting back up again you closed the doors and gave the man who drove the truck the okay and he drove away.

the next day was worse then the first, your body was sore and tired, you wore sunscreen all over your body to protect you from the heat damage and the illnesses you could catch. unpacking all the equipment, getting them put together, and make sure the starter crops are taken care of. you took many breaks. and Arthur was the greatest help you could ask for.

you heard the story of how he met your granddad many times before, but you didn’t mind hearing it from his side. Arthur had moved from the United States to start his business with his family, and your grandfather was just started out in town. they were younger and bonded right away, and there for marriages, children and grandchildren. knowing he wasn’t as alone when you left was comforting in a away but you knew the full story. just before your tenth birthday you were moved away from the small town with your parents and left the farm behind.

“He talked about you every day.” The words perked up your ears. You looked at Arthur as he continued to work on a huge fan.

“Everything that happened in your life, he would tell me. What happened at middle school sport events, to dances and even show pictures of the dresses you wore. And man, when you went to college for Hybrid Education he was bursting with energy again.” It’s been a long time since he was able to leave the cabin. You knew that, but knowing still punched you in the guts.

“Was he proud?” asking was a waste of time.

“Proud as hell, there should be no doubt about it. His pride and joy was you, more then anything he did here, and now you have a legacy to continue.” smiling you continue to work to hold yourself from the weight building up in your chest. you missed him so much.

Each day there was something new to fix and call in, you knew granddad was rich from the bank account he left you. but boy, it sure was a lot of money. and now, you finally had a starting point. you had scheduled a barn repair on the electrical and building. the crops were set up along with the sprinklers and scare crows, even cleaned out the well…but not without getting algae all over you.

Smalltowns in the country side where the best, everyone in the community was helpful towards one other. And since The League had a location down the road, the people really came together. Businesses were losing in hybrid projects and animals, but the crops were the same. But this met more hybrids lost there homes, and had to be relocated elsewhere else or to The League…You hated it.

A big wooden sign at one of the joint shop centers made you smile and turn into the lot. today was the weekly event, selling of many things of local produces. you remember coming here as a kid and always getting blueberry jam from the market lady. and just like then, it was crowded. and with a lot of stalls and moving trucks. Arthur had told you they still had them and that you should check it out. of course you wouldn’t miss this for anything.

you shut the truck door and fixed your clothes before started the walk around. everyone was selling amazing things at their booths. the first table you saw was one cover in homemade soap bars and honey products. a sweet older couple ran that shop. some stalls were for hybrids for sale but you didn’t have room for them, at least until the barns are rebuilt. but milk, crops and seeds where your thing anyway to look at.

“how much for this?” the only person behind the table was a young girl who looked angry and ready to chew off your head, it was laughable. she was going to be hard to haggle, but a amazing work ethic. “I don’t know you, so twenty bucks.” your eyes widen and look down at the honey in your hand. it was a very small jar…and not worth it, I mean for the bigger bottles sure.

“Hmm, how about ten?” the small girl glared at your words and huffed. she shook her head in annoyance and pointed to the tag, “you trying to get out of paying hard working people lady? This is the best honey you’ll find in the whole country! Haggling is only for people I know,” her finger pointed at you and you back up a little at her shouting voice. “And you ain’t it!”

signing you pull out a twenty and handed it to her, she smiles so kindly you forget about the anger she had. placing it in your cloth bag you continue walking down the path, smiling and looking around. not much you could buy yet, though you did buy from groceries and loaded the up in the bed of the truck.

“well if it ain’t the talk of the town,” a sweet woman’s voice called out loudly. you turn your gaze and see a almost forgotten face, but one that filled you with joy and nostalgia. “Aunty Hoshiko.” You scream and rush over, the older woman comes out form her booth and takes you into her arms. only now did you realize the sweet small of jam and the jar’s decorated like they used to be, but this area was bigger and a extra tent was behind it.

“I couldn’t believe you moved back here after moving to the city, heard you got into a good college.” She smiled from cheek to cheek while pulling away. “Why come back here?” it was flattering how much she thought of you, but you couldn’t have stayed away from this place for much longer.

“Well, grandpa left me the farm and I needed to start my new life. Can’t get much better then a already laid for land, and with great soil.” she hummed but her eyes dropped a little and her smile became different. “I’m so sorry, he was a good man. you tell me if you need any help okay? Your granddad helped us a lot, so many people in town will be willing to do help too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smile and take a peek at the table, “mind if I look?” she is excited to show you all the new flavors and jars she has, letting you smell each one. she even offers you a discount for family.

you had a few jams picked out but you keep looking at everything, knowing you’ll come home with more. then there was a sign and paperwork around on a tables end.“Hybrid Rescues” is what you read and your hands reached for it immediately. seeing your interested, Hoshiko started to talk.

“The League has been running out businesses, hybrids are either purchased or…end up alone and abandoned. My friend runs a rescue company, we help her out here trying to give some of them a home.” you clinch the paper in your hand and want both more then to go punch the owners of the company. No hybrid deserves to be left alone.

“I usually have a few here with me, but today only one is for sale. He’s very special. And a house animal, or helper if you will since I know you don’t have much room for more yet.” the next step was to always get hybrids, but you weren’t sure if today was the best idea today…

“Oh!” that wasn’t your choice since she pulled your arm and lend you into the tent where only one hybrids sat. you struggled to look away from the hybrid laying in the floor.

He was huge. he looked peaceful tho, curled up on a bed and resting peacefully. he had long and pointed ears, a middle tail that curled. “he’s a special breed, no idea why they didn’t keep him since he must have cost a fortune.” there was a small scar on his arm and you hated to see, it looked like cattle whip strokes.

“tenya,” she called out quietly to wake the dog. you really didn’t know if you should get a hybrid, but seeing him already you knew you couldn’t say no. his furry ears twitched and his body rolled over ready to see what was happening. he was fast, and he was built. a pure breed for herding and hard labor. “I have someone here who needs a dog to help around the farm.” she patted you on the back and you got shy for some reason.

His tail was sticking up, his eyes glancing over and panicked. he was on high alert. “Hey buddy, my names y/n.” You smile softly. You don’t want to move until he gives you a sign. his nose sniffs into the air for a moment and his body freezes, you both stop for a minute too.

until the thumping of his tail was heard and he jumped up to greet you properly. you are taken aback and he gets excited and starts to shout, you can’t help but to smile. “My names Tenya, I am apart of the Iida breed. I have experience in herding, working and defending territory. I have many skills,” his hands reaches for hers and stuffs it into his nose to get a proper smell.

“Hello to you too,” you giggle. having some help now would be good, and a herding dog would the best thing.

“Tell me iida, are you okay with maybe coming home with me?” if it was only a dog he would for sure be jumping on you from how happy he seems to be.

Iida didn’t want you to leave to get things needed, saying it was his job to be with you now but you need to find food and things before leaving. he whined forever until he saw you again.

you came back to get him…like you said you would. he loved you, loved you so much. the kindest human he’s met.

Riding back to the farm was a journey. he was talking every second about all the things he could do, from each animal, hybrid or not. boy, was so happy to be by your side. and he was asking about you too. why you picked him? what you wanted him to do.

your heart broke once you got back to the cabin.

you held the door open and called for him to come in, but he just stood on the porch looking at you almost guilty. “Hybrids aren’t aloud inside, I must protect you from out here.” he was already looking for a place to set up for the night. it was a miracle you didn’t start crying again.

“Well, whoever told you that was a idiot. Many dog hybrids are aloud inside, and it’s my house so my roles go.” you tap the door again. he was hesitant, and it took about ten minutes to get him inside. and you told him to stay put while you get the things from the car…then told him it was a order to get him to stay.

you placed the things on the floor and smiled, proud of yourself. “Okay, so I got a large mattress for you. We can place it anywhere you want, also got you special food, hybrids approved.” he looked at the mattress for a long minute. Iida couldn’t believe it was his, he hadn’t slept on one of them since he was little, and then at the market earlier. And this one was his, made for his height and weight for him to sleep…inside.

“Your bought this for me?” He asked while poking at the bed, it’s softness amazed him. once he accepted his reality his tail starts to swing like crazy and crawled over to you, and hugged you lovingly.

“I’ll be the best boy I promise. anything you need I will do, anything.” his grip tightened around your waist and pushed his head into your plush stomach. you patted his head and thanked him, and told him he deserved to be loved and cared for.

That night, he placed his bed in front of your bedroom door and stood watch in his bed. to protect you, his master…his.

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Rockstar Girlfriend 🎸

You were probably his first real listener. First fan, even. His account had no followers. No clout. No tags. He wasn’t even looking for one. He just posted banger songs—heavy and haunting. You were high out of your mind one night, scrolling through underground tracks, trying to find something that hadn’t been overplayed into dust.

Then you hit the bottom. Clicked on his album.

And it changed everything. The voice was deep, like smoke and rage. The beat was grimy and sharp. It wasn’t just rap. Or rock. Or alt. It was all of it. And none of it. It sounded like a demon crying through broken speakers.

You thought for sure he’d be famous. But he wasn’t. So you DMed him. Didn’t even think he’d see it.But that same night, he replied. You talked for hours. He asked for your number. You FaceTimed until the sky turned grey.

The next day, he invited you to his spot. To listen. To smoke. To just... be.

Honestly it could have ended badly and it would have been the worst decision you ever made. But the vibe—the intensity— You didn’t have to speak. Just your eyes did all the talking.

It wasn’t lust. Not really. It was that aching, desperate something that clutches your ribs and won’t let go. You didn’t know if he felt the same, so you played it casual.

Casual as in… Basically living together. Unspoken everything. No sex. No labels. Just you and him.

He’d send you unreleased tracks. Half-finished verses. You started running his page, organizing stuff, posting updates. You weren’t official. But you kind of became his manager. His shadow. His safe place. His favorite ear.

He never said thank you. Not in words, anyway. But every song had pieces of you in it. A line that sounded like something you once whispered. A beat that matched the rhythm of your laugh. A song titled with your birthday, but flipped backward so no one else would know.

And then it happened. One day, everything changed. Some random TikTok kid found one of the old tracks and used it for an edit. A week later—millions. Plays, likes, followers. He hated it. You watched him pace around the apartment, wild-eyed, muttering, “They don’t even get it.” “They’re just biting now.” “Where were they before?”

But you were still there. Sitting on his kitchen counter. Hoodie that wasn’t yours. Eyes tired but soft.

You handled it. Emails. DMs. Interview requests. Labels circling like vultures. You told him which ones to ignore. Which ones to play with. He let you do it. Trusted you. Only you.

He didn’t post selfies. Didn’t talk in interviews. He just kept making music. And every time, you were the first to hear it. Headphones passed between you. Knees touching. Eyes closed.

One night, he paused a track halfway through. You looked up at him. He didn’t say anything for a while.

Then “You think I’d be doing any of this if it weren’t for you?”

You didn’t know what to say. So you didn’t. You just reached for the play button.But he stopped you. Caught your hand in his. Held it for a second too long. Then another.

Your chest felt like it would crack open. Still, nothing happened. Still, it was... casual.

A year into the fame, you were all the way in. No more crashing at his place—you lived there. The two of you had upgraded to a bigger apartment, one that felt more like a bunker than a home. Dark walls. Concrete floors. Unfinished ceiling that looked like it belonged in a warehouse.

But it was warm. It smelled like weed and sage and your shampoo. Music always humming from a speaker somewhere. Sometimes his guitar was just lying on the couch. Sometimes your books were. You shared space like you shared silence—easily.

You were still juggling school, barely hanging on some days, but you made time to manage his account, answer emails, line up deals. He made music and money. A lot of both. Labels wanted him. Brands begged. Venues called. You handled most of it. He hated everyone except you.

And the relationship is still undefined. Still everything.

He’d hold your hand in public. Pull you close when crossing the street. His arm would always be around your shoulders like it belonged there. To anyone watching, you were together. Like… together together. And maybe you were, just not officially. No titles. No pressure.

He kept his mystery locked up tight. Still no face. No selfies. No stories. That was about to change though. His first concert was coming, a real one. Not an underground event or livestream, but a sold-out, packed venue with screaming fans.

You asked him, quietly one night, “Are you nervous?” He just looked at you, exhaled smoke, and said, “Not about them. Just about you seeing me like that.”

You didn’t ask what he meant. Didn’t need to. Just reached over, took his hand, and held it like you always did—like it was normal. Like he was yours.

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The city was buzzing like a live wire. You could feel it in your teeth. The venue was packed, lines curling around the block. People had signs. Painted their faces. Screamed lyrics. It was insane.

You watched from backstage, heart beating a little too fast, wearing his leather jacket and tight short black dress.

He was pacing a little, fingers twitching, jaw tight. But he looked good. Too good. Tall, jacked, inked up— black tank clinging to him, tattoos peeking from his neck to his fingers. Hair messy like always, like he rolled out of bed and still looked like a god.

No mask tonight. No hood. This time, they’d see him.

You caught his eye just before he walked out. Just looked at you like you were the only thing grounding him. You nodded once. That was enough.

Then he stepped out.

And the place. Exploded.

Screams. Like actual shrieking. Phones shot up so fast the light almost blinded you. Someone in the front fainted. A girl sobbed. The crowd was feral.

He didn’t flinch. Just walked to the mic like he owned the world. When he finally spoke— “Yeah. It’s me.” —people LOST it.

A whole different war broke out online . “WHY IS HE HOT??” “I THOUGHT HE WAS UGLY???” “HE LOOKS LIKE HE KILLS PEOPLE AND WRITES POETRY ABOUT IT.” “Someone said he was faceless—why is he the face of my future now???”

His name trended within an hour. Clips went viral before the second song ended. People were pausing videos just to zoom in on his hands, his tattoos, his jawline. New fan accounts popped up in real-time.

But he only looked at you. Once. Halfway through the set, spotlight behind him, crowd screaming his name, he glanced toward the side of the stage. Found you. Smirked like the devil. Then tore into the next song like his soul was catching fire.

When it was over, and the venue started to empty out, he came offstage drenched in sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, chest rising and falling. Still high off the energy, off the chaos. You handed him water. He took it, but didn’t drink. Just stared at you.

“They love me now,” he muttered. Then, quieter, “But I still only care what you think.”

Your throat closed up. You didn’t answer, didn’t need to.

He tossed the bottle. Stepped closer. Close enough to feel the heat rolling off him. His hand found your face like he’d been meaning to do it for years. Fingers on your cheek, thumb brushing your lip. His forehead rested against yours, and he whispered, “Say something. Anything.”

You looked up at him, breath caught.

“You’re mine,” you said.

And this time, he kissed you.

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The concert was over, but the night wasn’t.

You two didn’t even go back home. He tugged you into the car, adrenaline still buzzing in his veins, saying nothing but “Let’s go out.” You didn’t ask where.

The club was already dark and pulsing by the time you got there. Lights flickering red, music loud enough to feel in your ribs. People turned when you walked in, like they knew. He hadn’t even been unmasked for four hours, but already, the city recognized him.

He didn’t care. Just grab your hand and pull you to the middle of the floor. Bodies everywhere, sweat, bass, smoke. And still, it felt like it was just you two.

He was behind you, hands on your waist. Not even grinding, not all sexual—just close. Like he wanted to keep you tethered to the ground. His face buried in your neck every now and then, lips ghosting skin. You leaned into it. Eyes closed. Smiling.

Someone recorded it. Of course they did.

Posted it within minutes.

On Twitter (or X whatever that cursed app is):

@.cryboutitgrl: this man just revealed his face and already pulled up to the club with the baddest girl i’ve ever seen????

@.undergroundangel666: bro was faceless yesterday now he’s 6'4 tatted and got a mysterious girlfriend. i’m sick. 😭

@.smokysylvia: wait wait wait. is she the one from the side stage?? the one he kept looking at????

@.hotguyshateus: yeah i zoomed in. it’s her. same leather jacket. same girl. he’s in love i’m sorry.

@.helooksinlove: she whispered something to him before the encore and he kissed her after the show. we lost. I fear the album’s gonna be sad and horny now 😩

The internet was spiraling. Fan edits were already in motion. Clips of him touching your face, that blurry club video, someone even managed to catch a shot of the two of you leaving the venue— his arm around your shoulders, your head tucked into his chest.

You checked his account the next morning. A million new followers. Inbox was flooded. Everyone wanted to know: Who was she? Who was the girl?

And all he did was post a blurry photo of the two of you sitting on the floor that night, you leaning against him, laughing into your cup, and him looking at you like you were the only thing he’d ever believe in.

Caption: “She been here since zero followers. Don’t ask again.”

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bonus::: the first text and meet up...

It was around 2:37 AM when you messaged him.

“idk why no one knows abt you yet. this is actually insane.”

You didn’t expect a reply. Didn’t even think he’d see it.

But twenty minutes later— “yo.” One dot. No emojis.

You blinked at the screen.

“that was you?” “the message?” “yeah. thanks.”

Simple. Dry. But then he asked: “wanna hear some unreleased?”

Your breath caught. “yeah.”

He sent a file. No title. Just noise at first. Then the beat dropped— low, almost crawling. His voice— raspy, like smoke and teeth. You could barely breathe.

Before you could even process, your phone lit up again.

“what’s your number” Not a question. Not begging.

You gave it.

Thirty seconds later: FaceTime.

Your heart slammed. You almost didn’t pick up. But your thumb moved on its own.

Click.

It was dark.

No light but the red glow of a monitor on his side. Backlit tattoos. Shadows across his jawline. Hair messy. Shirtless. Sitting back in a desk chair like he owned time.

You didn’t speak. He didn’t either.

He looked at you. Eyes flickering across your face through the screen like he was studying something rare. A small smirk tugged at his lips.

“damn.”

One word. But it cracked something open.

You laughed, too soft. Told him he looked like a villain.

“good.” Then: “you real?”

You didn’t answer. Just tilted your head. Let him stare.

And then, just like that— you both started talking. Not loud. Not excited. Just low. Whispers like secrets in a church.

He showed you the corner of his room. Posters. Wires. A mic stand leaning. Unfinished lyrics on the wall in sharpie.

“i stay up all night,” he said. “no one to talk to.”

“you do now,” you whispered.

His lips twitched. He leaned forward like he was trying to see more of you through the screen.

“can i call you again?”

You bit your lip.

“i’m not hanging up.”

And you didn’t. Not until the sun started bleeding through your windows. Not until your eyelids got too heavy. He didn’t say goodbye. Just watched you drift off to sleep. And whispered, so quiet you almost didn’t catch it:

“don’t leave.”

You woke up with your phone in your hand, battery barely alive. Your screen still had his name on it. Still connected. He never hung up.

You sat up slow, blinking through sleep. Heart pounding when you remember everything. The music. The call. His voice. The way he watched you fall asleep like he meant to remember it forever.

And then—your phone buzzed.

him: “u still down to pull up?”

No address. No time.

Just that.

And still… you replied: “drop the pin.”

You didn’t tell anyone. Didn’t even think it through. He could’ve been a killer. Could’ve chopped you up, turned you into a beat.

But your chest was quiet. Calm.

It was cold when you stepped out. Your hoodie swallowed your frame. Headphones in, but no music playing— just replaying his voice in your head like a loop. When you reached his spot, it looked like nothing. Gray building. No buzzers. Just a metal door and the pin.

You texted him once.

No reply.

Then the door creaked open. And there he was. Tall. Sleeves rolled up. Tattoos crawling up his arms. Hood half on. Eyes heavy like he hadn’t slept.

He looked at you for two full seconds before stepping back.

“come in.”

You did.

It was dark. Not scary dark—just dim. Curtains closed. Cigarette smoke faint in the air. There was a speaker set up on the floor and wires running like veins all over the place. A mic stand crooked in the corner. A mattress on the ground, black sheets. And his scent—something between weed, laundry, and the ghost of cologne.

You stood there like you were in a museum.

He didn’t touch you. Just nodded toward the couch.

“u want tea? or... water? i got like 4 capri suns too.”

You laughed. He smiled for real that time.

You stayed for hours. Then one day.

Then two.

The playlist never stopped. He let you read his notebooks. You found one where your name was scribbled on the top corner of a page.

He didn’t explain.

At night, he didn’t try anything. Just let you lay next to him, in his clothes, backs turned but feet tangled.

You remember the first time he turned to you in the dark and whispered: “i don’t like being alone anymore.”

And you said, without thinking:

“me neither.”

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