#I think his feeding and providing instincts are getting stronger

[alaiostoudenfan]

I think as the anime continues the more freakier and unhinged Laios gets, becuz Bae u gud?😭😭

[r0-boat]

mother to a werewolf child

Head cannons for my dilf werewolf OC being the father of your kid.

Feat. The cannon ship kid with reader: Forest.

Sfw

Cw: babies, being pregnant, mental health struggles, PTSD, anxiety, hurt/comfort, domestic life in the woods, baby fever, uhh brief non graphic description of birth.

[Author's notes: Forest was created because I thought it would be fun for me to give you a ship kid with my OC. Forest is the only one that's Canon if you ever want to kid. They canonically look like the with reddish hair. so they can be anything you want, and they can be any gender you want too]

Cole is heavily damaged by the trauma that his ex-wife gave him after she had kids with him, so for some reason, the Deep anxiety is telling him that you will soon leave him too. Before his ex left him, when she found out he was a werewolf and he never saw his children again, he cut all contact with her in exchange of her not letting out his secret to everyone she knows.

He wanted to have a child with you. All he wanted to be was a father, but now here you are pregnant, and he's having a panic attack. Silently in his wolf form, he whimpered underneath furniture just enough for his big size. When you tried talking to him he almost didn't recognize you snarling and almost biting you but you wouldn't leave your husband and the father of your child alone. You gently stroked his head as the whining slowly stopped. He apologized for the outburst as a man he knows he should be much stronger than this and he also apologizes for almost biting you.

The pregnancy for the werewolf child was rough. You swore it was almost as if you were turning into one yourself, and your cravings for meat only intensified into raw game meat. Cole was happy to provide his instincts once again, tapping into the urge to provide for his hungry spouse with the child in their tummy. Your hormones are out of control, and you're physically weak. This child is sapping all of your strength.

Your husband, before this point, said his favorite thing to do when the chores were completed was sit down on the couch and watch TV with a beer. He stepped up, he vowed to take care of everything, he cleaned the house how you would clean it, he did everything and more. As much as he'd hate it if his side gig for hunting weren't bringing enough to feed you, he would go back and work driving hours to the nearest small town and work any job they would give him.

He has never felt like this before, and honestly, he loves it. The feeling of being relied on always felt oddly comforting to him. Maybe that's just his werewolf instincts he'd never know. It was tiring. But it was all worth it seeing your smiling face as you finally try to muster your strength to get out of bed. This inhuman child demanded so much of your energy. The person who gave you that beautiful demon spawn was at your beck and call. Cole, in the future, what, annoyingly uses this as an example of what masculinity should be. Men give it their all to take care of their wives.

One night, two crooks broke into your house, and before they could do anything, once they found you helplessly on your shared bed, your husband found you. In danger and potential, Danger got flashbacks to how his ex found him as a werewolf protecting her, and he lost it. He could have killed them that night if it weren't for him holding himself back as the Intruders ran shit scared. He held you tightly, his hand, your stomach, calming himself down. " so what's that like?" You ask. Call scratched his scruffy chin before answering, "It's hard to explain, but it's like having tunnel vision. All I could think about was you being hurt, as if I was in the moment. All I could see was you being hurt and pure anger."

Cole, with nowhere else, put you to deliver the child. He had to call a person who knew how to do it his mother. A werewolf just like him, a kind, gentle red-haired lady. You had met her before and she knew you were the right one and before long you had a wonderful child.

When Cole held his child in his arms, he had flashbacks to win. He had to bust his ass to make sure you were well and fed throughout your pregnancy, and he cried tears of joy. Never once would he forget and regret that day

Forest was... Wild they are intelligent and learn very quickly; however, raising them was like having a little puppy with the intelligence of a human child. However, your dumbass husband was prepared. You had to double-take when you saw the plastic bag with the PetSmart label on it.... it worked... as long as Forest wasn't chewing on the furniture.

Forest in their wolf form looked exactly like their father, albeit with a more brownish-red tint from dad and with one floppy ear.

Cole was beaming with pride he swears it won't be like the last time he'll protect Forest with his life. Cole, we'll teach them everything they know how to find edible plants and hunting. Father and child running through the forest feeling the wind in their fur with you on Cole's back traveling to a small creek to play in the cool water need to go home and fall asleep in Cole's arms snuggling you close, lovingly protectively

[stevieschrodinger]

Steve is vaguely aware that Robin is watching him. He knows she's there, at least, but this right now is more important. He's hoovered, he's washed every blanket in the house, he's wiped ledges and dusted furniture and scrubbed the skirting boards. He's on his second day, getting sweaty moving furniture to clean under it.

His grocery list is nearly two pages long, but he keeps adding to it every time he thinks of something. He can't miss anything, this has to be perfect.

"Steve?" Robin asks, as he's on a chair dusting the fancy light fitting over the dining table. It's not quite a chandelier, but it's not far off either.

"Yeah?" He answers absently.

"So, we've established that you're nesting pretty hard."

Steve doesn't answer. He doesn't need too, they've been over this a couple of times already, and Steve knows he's nesting, he's actually very very aware of the fact, but that doesn't mean he can stop doing it, not with how his instincts are roaring at him.

Eddie's been out of the hospital for two weeks now, and Wayne's working a night shift tonight. Normally, Steve would head over to the new trailer and sleep on the couch, getting up in the night to check on Eddie.

But Eddie's feeling better now, and asked if tonight, when Wayne goes to work, he could come here instead. Could sleep with Steve, who unlike Eddie, has a bed which could comfortably accommodate two full grown men, one of which needs a bit of space because he still has healing injuries.

Tonight is different. Eddie's a bit better on his feet, he's feeling stronger, so tonight he's going to sleep here, for the first time, Steve has agreed. Steve's going to go and pick him up. Steve's going to feed him.

Steve's Alphas been pretty insane ever since, trying to make his home as appealing as possible for Eddie.

"Maybe we should go get groceries? I think you need a break Steve."

And that's not a terrible idea. Buying food so that Eddie has a selection of things to eat appeals to Steve on an even more base level than the nesting, so he agrees easily.

Steve tries to fill the cart with bright arrays of fruit and veggies and quality meat and fish. Robin pulls a face and asks, "have you even met him Steve?" Before dramatically swiping half a shelf of chips into the cart.

Steve doesn't mind. He wants Eddie happy. He wants to show that he can provide.

"You know he won't care, right?" Robin tries, yet again, "this won't register with his Beta brain-"

"It matters to me," and Steve stops loading the car when he realises he's snapped at her, "sorry, I just. It matters to me. It really matters that I do this right, okay?"

"I know, I just don't want you to be hurt when he maybe doesn't appreciate all of this the way an Omega would. Hell, maybe even the way a girl might, you know? I just worry about you, I've never seen you like this before."

Steve sighs, and nods, because she's right and logically, he knows that Eddie Munson is not going to notice that Steve cleaned at all. He's not going to bat an eyelid if that house is sparkling clean or filthy dirty. He won't care if Steve cooks or orders take out. These instincts are ALL Steve.

But there's nothing he can do about it. Because of Eddie's injuries, all they've done is Steve scenting Eddie gently on his wrists, mostly to placate Steve's protective and possessive streak. Eddie let's Steve suck a mark onto his throat when he gets desperate. He NEEDS, on a visceral level, for people to see Eddie and know that he's taken. For Eddie to stink of Alpha, of Steve, so strongly that people will think it's Eddie's scent. He's never felt like this about anyone before, and he's at a loss as to how to explain it.

Eddie's on the phone when Steve gets there, Steve letting himself in quietly like he does every night, catching the end of the conversation, "don't worry Rob, I've got it. Yep yep. I know, I get it. Message received. Yeah, I'll call you."

Eddie finally hangs up, turning, a little surprised to see Steve, but then smiling big and for Steve it's like the sun coming out.

"Hey there, big boy," Eddie immediately tilts his head back, an open invitation to Steve's Alpha, and Steve forgets all about the conversation Eddie was having with Rob in favour of scenting Eddie and leaving some fresh bruises on his throat.

When they get to the house, Eddie compliments the tidiness of the kitchen, the neatness of the lounge, how fresh the place scents. He eats what Steve gives him and tells him how tasty it all is, how perfect and filling. He touches blankets and says how soft they are, how perfectly chosen. Steve's preening, so puffed up with happy Alpha pride that it takes days for Steve to realise what had happened, what the phonecall must have been; Rob had coached Eddie.

Steve expects to be hurt, for a second, but that feeling never comes. He's just happy one of his pack is looking out for him, and that his mate is happy. And he knows Eddie is happy. Eddie might be a Beta, but he still smells subtly of fresh cut grass when he's happy.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Because I feel feral!Hank or Hank in general does not get enough love. Here's some ideas for him"

-Because he's covered in fur, he puts out a lot stronger pheromones than the other ferals. If he were to not shower for a while, even non-ferals would start to smell it too. So he takes extra care when washing as to not assualt anyone's senses. But it's very useful for scent marking his bby.

- The obsessively cleanliness and lab safety protocol means his bby also gets regularly cleaned.

- imagine him and his bby doing science together with matching lab coats. Do it. For the good of your heart.

- He definitely keeps planner for his heats, or any other Feral related things. It completely separate from his normal one.

- Remember, he's got brains and brawn. So no matter how big his kid is, they will be picked up.

- if his bby is a clone of him like Laura is to Logan, he is gonna be so protective and worried. Constantly worried something is gonna take them away from him or that unseen damage from the experiments are gonna catch up to them like how the adamantiam is poisoning Logan in the movie, Logan.

- he watches his bby through the mansion cameras.

- he'll allow reader around Logan and others but none else

He is such a proud, protective, and cuddly papa/mentor. He's such a nice guy, too. Seriously.

• Hank is making sure he and Reader and the other teens are eating three square meals a day, have nutritional snacks, are getting rest when they need it, and makes sure sure drink their water

• He's making sure he and Reader have matching lab coats. If he has a lanyard with Bones (aka Dr. McCoy) from Stsr Trek from Reader, he is keeping it on him at all times

• Loves hugs, gives them all the time, will accept any hugs from his bby. If he goes into instincts, he's basically just cuddling them and Logan amd Kurt and Laura in a dog pile of fluff amd blankets, happily getting some much needed sleep with his friends and family!

• Checks Reader over any time they feel sick or get a wound dirty or got in an accident. He uses the cute character bandaids for Reader and the others teens. Makes sure everyone takes their medicine if they're sick or have a prescription. Believes chicken noodle soup is a godsend and will feed it to the kids and adults when it's flu season

• Is very very clean. Will keep himself groomed, he's washing his fur every day, trins it in the summer, etc. . Definitely makes sure the kids and Logan shower and bathe regularly. He will NOT have them getting sick or infected because they weren't clean! He's looking at you, Logan!

• Loves making science experiments with Reader. They've made slime, they've looked over preserved animals in jars, they studied chicken eggs for its incubation period (and gave the chickens a good home), have tested what liquids are heavier than others, have made soda volcanoes together, etc.

• Reads books to Reader. Especially Shakespeare and fairy tales, because they're classics

• If he goes into instincts and finds our someone hurt Reader or any of his kids, he's NOT going easy on them. Terrifies the cr*p out of whoever hurt them, hunts them, scares them half to death, and once they've fainted from fear or wet themselves, he's gone- (back to Reader and the teens because, look, kits, he took care of it, it's safe now, no need to worry anymore-!)

• If Reader was a clone of him, he is taking very good care of them. He's monitoring them and their health, he's giving them therapy, he's making sure they aren't overwhelmed, he's giving him medicine when they're being too stubborn, he makes sure they have everything and anything they need. He's looking his care through providing any help they need, medical or emotional or physical. The moment he thinks Reader is being poisoned or dying from a past experiment, Hank is checking them over and running tests. His kit is NOT DYING on HIS watch! Now eat your stew, drink your water, and take the medicine-!

• Will spy on Reader through the cameras and keeps track of where they've been. If he thinks Reader is out too long or he catches them in a lie, he is making them stay at the mansion and starting lessons on what is and isn't good behavior. Trusts Reader, but knows they're not going to tell him everything, so he does his best to know everything through other means

• Is usually a 9/10, but when he's more paranoid, it gets closer to 7.5/10 or a 6/10

[stillfoodforguys]

“You’re sure this isn’t overkill already? I know you wanted something to cuddle, but look how fat I’ve gotten!”

I did warn my boyfriend when we first got together about my desire to be his feeder. He was up for gaining more weight at first, however he didn’t seem too impressed with his plumper figure anymore. He grabbed a handful of his soft gut and shook it around to help make his point, but I just sat there drooling at how sexy his bouncing belly looked. All he really achieved was making me want to keep feeding him and make even bigger, which angered him into making a decision that would make me regret ignoring his concerns.

“Fine, if you’re not going to care what I think, you can at least do a better job at fattening me up. Maybe I’ll just eat you.” My boyfriend reached down to grab my ankles and lift my feet off the ground, stuffing them into his mouth and tickling my soles with his tongue. It started as just a joke to try and mess with me, but after getting a taste of the salty sweat on my skin, a sort of instinctive hunger kicked in and made him swallow.

With my feet suddenly clutched by his tight, wet throat and slowly being pulled deeper, my mood quickly changed as I desperately tried to drag myself away from him. Unfortunately he was always the stronger out of the two of us, and easily overpowered my struggles as he crammed me inside him. Being devoured was terrifying yet pleasurable, as I couldn’t deny enjoying the sensation of his lips - soft and moistened by drool - slowly engulfing my body.

I could feel my cock throbbing inside him as I watched his hairy gut swelling below me, the thought of how huge I was going to make him making me cum just before he swallowed my head and sealed me away. Seconds after I settled into his stomach, its walls compressed around me as he belched loudly, barely giving me chance to get comfortable before I passed out from the lack of air.

“Well that was surprisingly delicious, probably the best meal you’ve ever provided for me. Maybe I’ll end up going through a few feeders after all!”

[depressocafe]

What is the real reason why Zarkon thought Lotor was weak? And why did Zarkon become power hungry after the quintessence incident?

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In this week's edition of VLD Theories I hyper fixate and overanalyze the show once again but this time I think I have something really interesting, considering the fact that we're not just talking about the inner workings of the Voltron universe but we're also discussing everyone's favorite father son duo.

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Something that's always irked me is the cliché way Zarkon was written (and don't worry we'll get into Lotor and his relationship with Zarkon as well as childhood trauma in a moment but to get to that we have to talk about the Emperor himself). Zarkon is written as everyone's typical, immoral, emotionless, power hungry bastard and while that is essentially what a 'bad person' is it doesn't make for good writing nor does it function well with the cannonisity of the series or even its inner workings.

Let's go back to what Shiro said himself about Quintessence Corruption. Shiro stated "Zarkon fell to his own evil instincts. The quintessence field didn't create Them, it revealed them." This sentence states that the chemical itself is capable of sensing and seeping into hidden or strong desires. But here's the thing, Zarkon initially didn't desire war. He conquered planets because that's what his race had done for generations, that was until Alfor helped Zarkon to end his conquest and ally with several of his enemies (Alfor, Blaytz, Trygel, Gyrgan) then Zarkon put conquest behind him and worked on being a benevolent ruler who desired peace. Quite a switch but that still leaves the question, what changed? What made him power hungry? What ruined him? Well the answer is actually quite simple and was staring us in the face the whole time.

It was the overwhelming feeling of weakness. Weakness that came with his greatest failure, the inability to support what he loves and cares for. Namely, Honerva, Lotor, his planet, his military, his citizens, and with each day watching the things he loves grow weaker, even himself.

Zarkon watched his life grow into something spectacular and then started watching it's downfall. Even when he put stabilizers into his planet, that only slowed its collapse. He struggled to make his wife pregnant and now he was struggling to keep his son, his only child, healthy in his mother's womb. Speaking of his mother, Honerva slowly and harshly deteriorated right before Zarkon's eyes and he couldn't stop it. Because his planet was dying, he struggled to feed and support his citizens as well as provide nourishment for the soldiers whose job it was to stay healthy and protect all of Galra existence. And thusly Zarkon himself began deteriorating, His mind losing its sense of morality in favor of a stronger sense of survival. He's been weakened. Powerless to stop anything, the quintessence at this point is the only support he has. And thus the only thing he can focus on. If he can harness it, he can fix everything.

See, the quintessence didn't reveal Zarkon's evil nature, he wasn't evil to begin with. The quintessence corrupted his deepest desire. To become strong enough to support all that he cares about. To have power over all that he controls and sees. But no wish comes without a price. Power and quintessence became his biggest concerns. And turned him into what we now know as the Evil Emperor Zarkon.

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But how does this tie in with Lotor? Quite easily actually! You see a lot of what Lotor is, happens to be what Zarkon once was. Lotor had a deep seated love for existence. He indulged himself in other cultures, he respected every living being, he befriended individuals other than Galra, and he believed he could harness quintessence without destruction or disrespect to life.

But to Zarkon, that is Arrogance, Foolishness, it is Weakness beyond compare. Because he thought that way once, and it only brought Daibazaal to ruin and made him incapable of anything. But as we know, that's just Zarkon's perspective through his corrupt eyes. We, the viewers, know Lotor is right in his beliefs But his father is incapable of seeing that because of his fear, having no control over anything, no power over anything. This led Lotor and Zarkon to have an even more broken relationship than they already had, disintegrating to the point Zarkon couldn't stand his own son anymore and sent him away.

But he didn't kill Lotor. Not until 10,000 years later. Because his son was one of the things Zarkon wanted to save. Another reason why Lotor and Zarkon had an abusive relationship has to do with the Quintessence Corruption itself. Because Zarkon desired that power and control over everything, he desired it for his own son as well because if he can't control his own child then the weakness will grow again. The fear Zarkon let die along with his friends and planet will regrow and resurface. But Lotor is not the kind of person who allows himself to be forced, coerced, or manipulated so easily into obedience. Especially when it has to do with his father's sense of Value and Morality. So naturally in Zarkon's mind Lotor has become weak and as he's said before "Weakness is an infection. Better to cut it off then let it spread." We all know what happened next.

And if you need more evidence. Look no further than to Lotor's own corruption itself. Lotor was never good enough for anyone. And honestly saying that statement grossly understates Lotor's actual suffering. But it's still accurate. There are many things the prince wanted in his life. He didn't just want good parents he wanted his parents to be good. But that wasn't going to happen. He didn't just want to accept and be proud of himself he wanted people to accept and be proud of him. But that wasn't going to happen. His home quickly became nothing short of a survival situation and a place where he couldn't belong. So he decided he'd find that place himself and if he couldn't find it, then he'd create it with his own two hands. A place where he is accepted and everyone is proud of him. A place where his accomplishments and intellect matter. A place like the Altean settlement

Initially yes, I believe Lotor made this settlement to save his race. There is no denying he's always had a good heart. But sadly, he's never had a sane mind. Lotor was in Honerva's womb when she and Zarkon became corrupt and it's even stated within that show that when Galra doctors did a health read on Lotor shortly after his birth, he was giving the same quintessence readings as Zarkon and Haggar. In addition, Lotor seems to struggle with letting go of a grudge. Understandable but holding onto grudges creates emotional instability which can cause problems for your mental state. Take it from me if your angry with someone, forget the pain you felt but remember the harm that was delt. Learn it and let it hone you for further down the line in your life. Lotor, didn't do that. He wouldn't forget the rage he felt, even if he could still get revenge on his abusers if he wanted. And with his hidden desires and quintessence his parents seeped into his veins, it was only a matter of time until Lotor finally lost it.

Lotor desired a place to belong and he was going to make it happen no matter what. No matter what or who he had to sacrifice to get it. That's what the Quintessence brought out. His hidden desire for belonging. To be honest, Honerva had her desires herself. But we already understand what those are. Her desire for endless knowledge as well as control over quintessence, life itself. And we know what it made her. We've always been aware of Honerva's mind so there really wasn't a place for her in this post. This statement does exclude her actions for season 8 and that's because who she is then doesn't fit into who she once was or what were discussing.

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Zarkon became what he wanted to be but at what cost? His desire ruined everything. So did Honerva's. It tore apart the universe, it destroyed their son, it slaughtered their friends. Zarkon got the power he wanted and control over his fear, but in turn it ruined everything he built. Immoral sacrifice for absolute solace.

Post made: Feb 18, 2023

Updated: Mar 9, 2023

[anarchy-and-piglins]

(reposting bc I fucked up formatting. Set in the same sire!Ranboo with fledgling!Techno AU I wrote here.)

The nest isn't very warm.

And Ranboo is freaking out because he doesn't know what to do about it. Turn on the heaters, obviously. But the buttons are all fiddly and Ranboo doesn't know how to connect the plug because Wilbur always keeps pulling it out again since he's scared one of the younger ones will give themself a burn messing with them and Ranboo should be figuring it out but he can't, he can't concentrate when his fledgling is shivering like that, curled up into a tight ball and making a low whining noise.

He's hurt, Ranboo's mind unhelpfully provides. As if it's not clear by the misery coming off the fledgling in waves, hitting right into the sensitive epicenter of Ranboo's brain that has been activated since he became a sire barely two hours ago.

Phil always said it could be a rather intense experience. He never warned Ranboo about this.

"I'm working on it, really, just... hold on, okay?" He doesn't think his words are reassuring to the fledgling. The man hasn't really been reacting to them at all. He's in no state to speak, he hasn't even been able to tell Ranboo his name.

Probably because Ranboo is a horrible sire who can't even succeed in the most basic task of giving his fledgling a safe nest.

How can he already be screwing things up this badly?

He gives up on the heaters then, partly because he doesn't want to wait a minute longer and partly because he knows the others will be back soon and they can just get them working. Ranboo can't waste anymore time.

His fledgling needs to be held. Ranboo needs to be a good sire.

"Come here," Ranboo tells him, rearranging pillows nervously.

The fledgling doesn't move.

Ranboo let his thrall die down a while ago, too young to keep it up that long. His fledgling hadn't tried to run away again and he had chosen to interpret that as a positive sign. But now he was refusing to get up from his spot on the floor.

"Look, it's- It's exactly as it should be, right?" Ranboo gestures at the bed. He almost sounds like he's questioning himself. As if this isn't the exact nest he'd spent consecutive weeks in when he was first turning. "It's very comfy and soft and I'm sure we can get it warmed up in no time. You'll feel better."

Still nothing.

Something settles deep in Ranboo's gut. It's unpleasant and painful, and he knows it's probably bad. But it eats at some uncertain part of him that clouds his mind. He's angry. Angry that his fledgling isn't listening.

Angry that he would deny Ranboo's care. Can't he see that Ranboo is trying to help?

But it's gone as soon as it pops up and Ranboo feels terrible because of course, of course this fledgling would not recognize a nest when he was kept in a cell. of course, Ranboo will have to show him.

The man flinches a little when Ranboo grabs his wrist. He tries to grab high enough that his fingers don't press into any bruises or scars.

"You need to rest."

The fledgling struggle against him. Ranboo shakes his head, patient. He's a lot stronger than his fledgling, especially in his current state, so it's not too hard to drag him over to where they need to be.

Just as Ranboo thought, his precious one does not know what's good for him.

When they're both in the nest, the struggling dies down quick enough. As if a flip has been switched in his brain. The man's pupils dilate again, not unlike what happened during thrall. But it's a different kind of instinct he's lost in now. His chest rises and falls rapidly with unneeded pseudo-breathes.

Ranboo holds his fledgling close to his chest, threading fingers into long pink hair gently and pretending he can’t feel the way he shivers at his touch. The fear inside his fledgling spikes, feeding through the bond until it has Ranboo cringing.

But he ignores it.

Soon this will be easier. Ranboo knows it will be.

[midnight-vixn]

If you're talking about the ask about breeding and being bred by the demons during their heats, that was mine lmao. But I love talking about this so even if it wasn't, I'm taking the chance.

I think that demons are inherently more animalistic than the other realms, if for no other reason than they have to have stronger instincts in order to give in to their sins and whatnot. They are also more possessive/territorial so that they make pacts (think of all the times the brothers say "your mine" or declare ownership over you after making pacts with them). The pact works as a sign that there is some sort of mutual attraction/feelings between the two, and makes the hind-brain of the demon go "mate?"

I think heats/ruts are an extension of these instincts and possessive behavior. All demons have a similar drive, but it gets stronger the stronger the demon is (because they have the most ability to corrupt souls and the like). Usually, if the individual doesn't have any pacts with a person with whom there is a mutual attraction to, they just kinda get more aggressive and horny, nothing too big. But if they have a pact (or any sort of relationship/bond) with a person where there is mutual attraction, they go feral. They need to protect that potential mate, need to smell them, claim them, need to show that they are the best mate. This leads to demons in pre-heat scenting things, taking better care of themselves, showing off, and doing other mating rituals that their animalistic brains call for (IE: Mammon gives more gifts and makes his room more comfortable and fills it with lots of shiny objects so that you know he can provide for you; Beel starts to focus on feeding you more than eating himself, and when it gets really bad, he makes you food from stuff he collected/hunted himself; Satan is another person that tries to show off how he hunted and provided for you, etc).

All pacts inherently stop any behavior that would cause harm or distress to the weaker party, hence why mutual attraction is so important. It doesn't matter if the demon is head over heels for you, if you do not have any sort attraction to them, they cannot do any sort of mating signal towards you, and their bodies don't let them go into true heat/pre-heat.

Ehehehe ye Amy love it would be yours❤️❤️ I absolutely love it so much, it’ll probably be a few more days before I post it because I want to get all my thoughts out but I love it so damn much!!!

All of this is so true though!! I love the idea of the boys seeing the need to protect you from harm or trying to show off in front of you! Having a pact with all seven would definitely make it interesting in this case but like you said if you don’t have attraction to some of them then it would be easier with those brothers not going into true heat and only the one(s) you’re attracted to becoming territorial and incredibly horny.

I have I very wicked mind and the idea of the brothers going into heat and being desperate for you to fuck them brings out the whore in me. I can’t wait to share my ideas😌❤️

[suzy-queued]

Suzyyy ✨ I’ve been traveling a lot in the last week so I had so much time on my hands , and spending it reading your writings was the best! So First of all thank you for being ab amazing author, second of all, would you mind sharing your beautiful headcanons with us?

Headcanon challenge:

1. Besides “Mick” and “Mickey”, what’s Ian nickname for Mickey? From all the nicknames Mickey calls him , what’s Ian’s favorite?

2. What’s the story behind Mickey’s knuckle tattoos? (When / how / by who) When Ian gets a tattoo for Mickey, what is it / on what occasion?

3. Random turn-on for Mickey and a random turn-on for Ian? (Bonus: something that really shouldn’t be a turn on but is)

4. What’s their Instagram @ ? When did they start following each other?

5. If they get a pet, is it a dog (who walks it more often?) or a cat (who cuddles with it more often) ? 

Anon, I am so glad you're enjoying my work!!! Ahhhh, thank you! And how cool to be sent this ask.

I know a lot of people have answered these, so if I overlap, that just means great minds think alike!

1) Ian loves to play off of Mickey's name, so he calls him "Eminem" or "MM" or sometimes just "M." Ian loves it when Mickey calls him anything demeaning like "asshole" or "motherfucker" or "bitch." The meaner the better, because he knows that Mickey's feelings are the exact opposite. The stronger the insult, the more loving Mickey is actually feeling at the time.

2) Mickey got those knuckle tattoos on his thirteenth birthday. It was a rite of passage. Dad took him to a back-alley tattoo place where the sanitation was … questionable. Dad told Mickey to pick the letters. Mickey sat in that chair, tiny and seething, and all he wanted to do was punch his dad in the face. He kept repeating inside, "I'm gonna fuck you up" until finally he said it out loud. Dad laughed so hard he spit, and he told the artist to write FUCK U-UP. He whispered to Mickey, "as a reminder that you're too much of a pussy to actually try."

When Ian gets a tattoo, it isn't Mickey's name or anything that an outside person would identify as a tribute to his husband. It's a shooting star with the word "FREE" underneath. Because they make each other free. And they always look at stars, no matter how cold it is outside.

3) Mickey gets super turned on when he sees Ian carry in groceries. When he slings a five-pound bag of potatoes over his shoulder. Because his man is providing for him. It's that hunter-gatherer instinct, and Mickey lives for it.

Ian gets turned on when Mickey wears tons of layers. When he wears a scarf and gloves and a hat. When the air is so cold that his breath is visible. When he's a bundle of mismatched fabrics with only a nose and eyes showing.

4) Ian (@justDidIit, in honor of the poster that hung on his wall for years) got an Instagram after Fiona moved out, so that he could keep tabs on her. He mainly uses it for family stuff. And of course, he reached out to Mandy and follows her adventures.

Mickey (@fuckRightTheHellOff) got an IG account in secret and stalked Ian for a while before he followed him. He did it mostly to prove to Ian that he knew how to use technology. He follows exactly one (1) account, and that's Ian.

5) I think that Ian gets a pet dog. He takes sole responsibility for it, taking it for walks in the morning before Mickey is awake. Mickey swears he hates the thing, but sometimes he throws the dog bacon under the table.

Mickey is a reptile guy. He gets a snake or a lizard, something that you can feed live critters to. He likes to wear the reptile at the bar or when he rides the L and freak people out.

[dairy-farmer]

Hello, feral a/b/o anon here, I read your lovely reply and now I have even more thoughts I feel the need of to share. (also the master post is greatly appreciated, thank you for this juice)

You brought up Tims reaction to Dick, but I cant stop thinking about his reaction to Damien. He is just a pup, an angry, terrefied pup that was essentially abandoned by his mother. It may have been for his own safety he hopes, but not only is his apparent new pack complete strangers, they also conduct themselves completely different from what he was used to.

Being an omega, Tim was very sensitive to the pups emotions. It is why he kept seeking Damien out despite the murder attempts, and that has not changed in this new more primitive state. Damian has absolutely no idea how to react to this new state, and it does not help that Tim is not only stronger, but also more skilled than him, even in his compromised state of mind. So really, he should not be surprised when Tim sneaks up on him to drag him in to his nest to scent him. And feed him whatever scraps he found in the house and that Damien refused to eat, forcefully purr him to sleep, groom him, just in general treating him like a child. But he is not! He is not a child, its embarrassing and patronising! 'stupid defective omega' Damian would think, pretending not to feel a twinge of warmth in his chest.

Feral Tim however, was having a crisis. There were threatening alphas that kept disturbing his nest, and his new pup was not doing well at all. Pup was not eating anything he found, pup was always agitated and refused to let Tim groom him. Tim could not smell any illness on him, so that means Tim was doing something wrong.

Tim desperately purred while laying on his pup, hoping that it would heal whatever ailed pup. He was so small and delicate, the milky pup scent soured like curdled milk. Pup seemed to fight back less and less, he seemed to just become weaker. Despair filled him, what a failure of an omega he was, not even able to ward off and provide for his new pup. If only pup could at least eat...

And then it hits him. Maybe his pup was younger than what he thought? If pup was still nursing, no wonder he refused to eat most of the foods Tim scavenged for him! He was too young to digest so much hard food, so Tim would have to give him the food trough his breasts

Tim would have to scavenge even more food now, he will have to take risks with the bad alphas that lived in the maze tim found himself in. They gave him bad feelings, but pup did not seem to have too adverse reactions to them, so Tim will risk interacting with them more if it means more food for himself and pup.

This came to me in a sprout of inspiration, and the, left as quick as it came, i may poke you about this again

hi anon!!!! i'm happy you enjoyed my additions and no problem (it took awhile to figure out the mechanics but i'm happy everyone has access to the master list ad is able to see my work so far!❤️❤️❤️)

and I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!! it's so SWEET!!!!!!

damian still having this front of indignance and being annoyed with tim while secretly feeling this little pulse of warmth at the actions of feral tim.

and feral tim, who is at base instinct right now. who is stressed and scared because he's trapped inside a house because the bats all convened in order to get him off the streets before he hurt someone or himself. they're not sure what to do with him or how to act, even with all their resources- an omega or anyone going feral is just not a very studied phenomenon.

so tim is wary and skittish at best but hostile at worst.

they know he raids the kitchen in the night, they know he steals food, that he'll growl and threaten anyone for things he wants until they drop it for him to swoop in and take it.

sometimes it's towels and blankets, or pillows, sometimes it's snacks or little things that catch tim's interest.

they don't know where tim hides away most day but they're always on their guard lest they be attacked from behind. their only assurance that tim is in the manor is the alarms on every door and window.

they notice tim is less hostile to damian. he doesn't eyes him with big eyes and a shifty body like he's trying to decide between fighting or fleeing.

they notice tim approaches damian, watching sometimes before he scampers away when damian turns a blade on him. but tim is strong and he tests his boundaries with damian, a few times even disarming him. dick warns damian to stick to one of them while tim is like this.

they're still contacting and pulling in every expert they know. magical, meta, alien, and human.

but damian refuses to wander around his own home like a coward.

they're so swamped with getting in touch with contacts and trying to figure out how to fix tim that they don't even notice he's missing for awhile....

and TIM!!!! he purrs!! he purrs like cats do when they're trying to self soothe or heal!!! omega purrs at a certain frequency have healing capabilities and they're often used as a way to comfort and soothe pups.

no one had ever purred for damian before. no one had ever tried to make him feel safe and secured like the omega lying on top of him was. tim was like a hen warming her eggs and keeping them safe with her body, standing guard and remaining vigilant for any threats.

that's why tim dragged damian to his nest. damian was just a little pup and...they were surrounded by alphas. they threatening just by proximity. they were big and tall, muscular. they reeked of agitation and pent frustrations. tim had been trapped in this above ground den for near weeks and had managed to find a slot small enough for him and his pup to fit into but far too small for the alphas.

the only problem was that while safe it was devoid of resources. food, water, and nesting materials were all things tim had to venture out every day and get.

he didn't get a lot.

but for the sake of the little puppy he'd seen running through the den- utterly unattended and small- tim was willing to part with his supplies.

the puppy was so little and so clearly fearful. they lept towards aggression, they poured stress pheromones and they reacted negatively to everyone even to tim who was a sole omega and clearly just as in a bad situation as him.

the two of them only had each other because those alphas could turn on them at any time and tim didn't trust that they wouldn't no matter how much they're try to play at kindness and meekness to lure tim in. tim saw how annoyed they got every time he didn't approach them and growled when they tried to step in.

tim had been watching the pup. looking out for them as much as they could and...

he just couldn't keep seeing them struggle to stay afloat in these conditions. his dam wasn't caring for him even though he was a pup.

did that mean she was deceased?

tim couldn't imagine and omega abandoning their pup.

...unless they were a lost cause. sickly and small and uncapable of thriving in the enviornment.

but this pup...this pup clearly had a fighting spirit. willing to growl at omegas and alphas alike.

so tim....when he'd rounded up his supplies and was making his way back to his den...

he'd seen that little pup alone so tim had...taken him.

he's a fussy pup. upset and angry. he tries to break out of tim's hold numerous times, tries to bite and scratch at him.

but tim is still bigger and stronger and it's an easy feat to tuck the little puppy under him. piling his weight onto the smaller body and purring until all the fight left them.

until they were breathing hard and red faced. upset.

tim spotted the furrow in their brow and licked their cheek in comfort.

it was alright pup. it was alright. tim would keep him safe, he'd keep him tucked away in his nest where he'd be scented, fed, and groomed daily.

the pup resisted the scenting, making faces and sharp pup yips of displeasure. but he settled eventually. even arching his neck so tim could get in deeper. during grooming his still huffed a little, mumbling as tim spread thick froth because tim was a great omega!! he made sure the pup was sparkling once he was done.

the issue came when it was time to eat.

tim would admit his foraging skills weren't as good as he'd life. he mostly managed half eaten foods and some scraps that lay discarded in little heaps of trash.

when tim pressed them to the pup's mouth he'd resist, turn his head away and keep his lips closed.

it made tim...anxious. worried.

the pup wasn't eating. the pup had to eat.

tim couldn't get him to.

the more he tried the more the pup fought until...until he just lay lax and slow. until he made throat-deep noises when tim tried nudging him.

tim made soft sounds of worry, climbing on top of the pup and purring deeply and loudly until the sound echoed.

the pup made a soft sound, their little body settling under him and pressing their head to tim's chest where the bulk of the vibrations were coming from.

the pup settled, calming slightly and nuzzling tim's chest very lightly. it was a rub of his cheek barely detectible to tim's sternum- that's when it hit him.

of course.

an unweaned pup.

that's what tim had on his hand. if their dam left them before they'd been taken off milk their sensitive stomach would be unused to the food tim offered.

that was why the pup was so stressed and ferocious. he was starving.

tim made a mournful coo and nuzzled the top of the pup's head.

tim remains unpupped so making milk would take more energy than if he were already a dam.

it would mean tim would have to scavenge more because he needed to eat more.

if he wanted to provide for his pup.

for the moment, he had to make do with what he had.

tim felt the pup under him freeze as tim pawed at the soft cloth covering his chest. the neck of it stretched as it was tugged down to reveal one of tim's unsuckled tits.

the pup would have to manually extract the milk. sucking vigorously until his chest understood what was happening and delivered milk to a waiting mouth.

gingerly, tim cupped the pup's frozen neck and urged him forward, cooing softly in encouragement.

but the pup didn't latch. not immediatly.

tim made a confused sound and rubbed the soft nipple of his tit to the seam of the pup's mouth. he urged the pup to open, bringing him closer until the pup's nose was buried into plushness.

the pup made a softly distressed noise in his throat.

oh this pup must be much younger than tim thought. or he must've been utterly dependent on a caretake that was no longer present.

so tim helped the pup along, guiding a finger to that small mouth and prying it open with a finger until he felt a warm, shaky breath waft over his tit.

he pushed on the pup's neck one final time and they latched with a wet sound.

tim stroked encouraging fingers on the pup's scruff, playing with soft ends of hair and cooing.

it's okay pup. it's okay now. drink. drink omega's milk. it's alright.

slowly. steadily.

the pup obeyed.

his nursing was cautious and slow. uncoordinated like he'd forgotten how to ply milk out of a teat.

eventually tim felt it.

that odd sensation from his little tits that grew in his chest until finally-

tim felt the first droplets of milk leave him.

the pup froze. body going still.

a beat passes and the little lips nervously suck again and the action is rewarded with a bit more milk.

the pupp immediatly starts drinking. deeply and greedily, hard thick sucks with two pup hands that reach up and grip tim's tit with both hands and squeeze hard.

tim winces, jolting at the feeling but doesn't let the pup know his pain as he purrs in encouragement.

eat. eat. eat little pup. it's okay. drink all of omega's milk if you want, it's okay. omega is here, omega will take care of you.

the pup makes a deeply mournful sound as tim strokes him softly, comforting his little puppy until he settles better on top of him.

pup is pressed down to the soft cushions wit tim straddling his lap. one hand cups the back of the pup's head to keep him close and tim's tit in his mouth.

small half-starved pups need to be fed as much and as often as possible. this pup has likely not eaten in a long time given how much they're wrapped their arms around tim, aggressively sucking down every drop of milk.

the nursing will also likely assist with the puppy's socialization. if he's been alone for long he may have lost touch with how to interact within his pack.

so tim needs to keep the puppy latched for as long as possible. the reassurance of a tit in his mouth will do wonders for the pup growing used to the idea that tim is now his caretaker and provider.

if that's the case tim won't be able to venture out for food for a few days. he'll run through his stores quickly since now he needs to eat enough for two.

his puppy will be spending a few days with tim's tit in their mouth.

feeding, suckling for comfort, hanging on for reassurance that tim is there.

tim will stroke his puppy, scent, and groom them in those days, settle his pup into his nest and then he'll worry about scavenging.

tim is a lone omega with a puppy to protect, stuck in a den full of alphas who hoard all the resources.

tim was barely skating past when he was on his own but now with a pup...

tim needs something. something to offer the alphas that will convince them to share their food with tim and allow him and his pup to live in relative peace.

they're not ideal conditions and tim hates the fact that he'll be stuck relying on the good will of alphas but tim has no choice.

not if he wants him and his puppy to survive in this den.

when the cold season arrives food will be even scarcer. his puppy might not live through it.

so tim needs to be willing to do whatever it takes for those alphas to share food.

whatever it takes.

[omegasmileyface]

Bound by the Food Chain

"man what if there was something incorporating both the Ghost King and Ghost Hunger aus" i say, not prepared to spend weeks writing up an entire ecosystem structure for the ghost zone,

thanks @attackradish and @ectolemonades for help figuring out the science and writing!

summary: The ghostly Staff who've taken up residence in Phantom's Keep notice Danny doesn't eat any ectoplasmic food. That can't be good for him.

warnings: detailed description of ghost hunger, which is vaguely like cannibalism

words: 2830

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“King Phantom, when do you feed?”

“Huh?” Danny looked up at the Keep’s Librarian, Vellum. It felt like an odd question, seeing as he was currently actively eating a sandwich he had packed up with him into the Zone. He was spending a few hours in the Keep that day since it was nice and quiet for getting work — from both realms — done, and he had brought some earth food over. Ghost plants just didn’t taste very good.

Vellum looked a little shocked, like she hadn’t realized she’d asked her question aloud. “I mean, clearly you eat human food quite a bit,” she gestured to his sandwich, “but I’ve never seen you take in any sort of ectoplasmic substance.”

Danny wasn’t an expert on the (strangely psychological) ecology of the Infinite Realms, but he was familiar with the fact that all ghosts had to take in some sort of ectoplasm if they wanted to be anything more than an inert impression of emotion. Since he had never gotten any enjoyment or significant energy from eating ghost plants or breathing in the stuff ambient in the air, he pretty much just stuck with eating human food and converting the chemical energy between his forms. He was lucky that he could do that, being part human. He knew he automatically gained some energy from the human emotions around him (including his own, another benefit of being liminal) but it was negligible. He got drained pretty easily, and he knew there were things he wasn’t trying, but… he was tired, not desperate. He’d be tired anyway, with his lack of sleep.

“That’s because I don’t. I can still use the chemical energy I get from human food in my ghost form, so…” he shrugged. “This is pretty much it.”

Vellum’s brows furrowed in concern. “Are you not a—” She pursed her lips. “Are you not tired?”

“What do you mean? I definitely eat more than a regular human, and as far as I’m aware I don’t lose any of my energy in conversion. I’m getting by.”

“I think we should talk to Dr. Marchs. I don’t know if it’s… ok, that you’re not feeding ectoplasmically.”

With some exasperation, Danny let himself be brought back to the Throne room, the preferred place for anything that could constitute a “meeting”. Apparently, talking to the Keep’s Doctor, Chef, and some other Staff members about his diet counted.

The various adult ghosts looked at Danny with shared expressions of confusion and concern from where they stood around him. He was sitting on the arm of the Throne, not the most comfortable but it still felt wrong to be properly seated in it unless necessary.

Dr. Marchs finally spoke their piece. “Forgive me for asking, Your Majesty, but… are you not a hunting-ghost?”

Danny was already out of his league culturally. He had a lot to learn. “As in… like, a predator?”

“Exactly! Your core best processes ectoplasm directly from other ghosts, correct?”

Danny paled. “I don’t… know? I tend to avoid going around, just… eating other sentient creatures.” He tried to say it in a humorous way. It didn’t work.

“So you’ve never tried! I had thought… Well, I think you must be a hunting-ghost. You put out a radiant power that is only associated with that core type.”

“None of us have seen you feeding,” added Vellum, “so we weren’t sure you didn’t just defy that association. I don’t think anyone really understands all the complications of half-human physiology.”

Dr. Marchs jumped back in easily. “It’s still just speculation. You have said that you don’t enjoy eating plants from this realm, yes?” Danny nodded. “And you don’t seem to get significant relief from human emotion. Well, we’re just going to have to have you try feeding on some ghosts.”

Danny jumped to his feet. “What?! I don’t… need that, I get by fine on human food!”

“But aren’t you tired?” pointed out the Chef. Her eyes widened. “That’s why you get so drained after using big attacks! Your energy reserves aren’t being nearly refilled.”

“I believe she’s right, Your Majesty. There’s only so much energy you can take from human food, which isn’t even alive… I think you’re always tired because your core is designed to have a level of energy that you can’t provide it without processing Vital ectoplasm.”

Danny didn’t want to admit that he was consistently pretty damn tired. Instead he tried to change the subject. Ghosts were passionate beings, and as much as he hated to take advantage of that, having one of the Keep Staff gush about one of their passions to him was much better than talking about his relationship with what was essentially cannibalism. “Vital?”

Dr. Marchs’ eyes sparkled a little. “Vital as in living, not as in essential. Ectoplasm comes in three major forms. Ambient plasm makes up most of the Realms, in environments and atmospheres and auras. All ghosts are made up of Vital plasm, and those with cores have their Obsession or Purpose imprinted into the crystal structure of their own ectoplasm, which can be turned into Charged ectoplasm. The Charged form can take up an elemental type according to the ability of its source, and it has the most capacity to hold or be converted into ectoenergy. The Charged form is used to transmit intention onto a target, so it’s generally created by Cored ghosts, who are creatures of intention, in attacks or construction. Regardless of type or state, ectoplasm processing depends on its form — Uncored ghosts can process strong human emotions or Ambient ectoplasm into the Vital type. Among Cored ghosts, hunter-ghosts can best process Vital ectoplasm, gatherer-ghosts the high-activity type of Ambient plasm found in ghost plants, and scavenger-ghosts human emotion. Additionally, Charged plasm no longer linked to the source of its intention will eventually disperse into Ambient, as its most inert form.”

Danny, sitting down, had already known part of that, but the Doctor was properly smiling at this point. Dr. Marchs blushed as they realized they had just been talking, but none of the other ghosts in the room appeared to mind.

“…Regardless, King Phantom, we should really find some blobs for you to try eating. I cannot in good conscience leave you persisting off such low energy.”

He wanted to argue, he really did, but all the Keep Staff present were looking at Danny with this pleading expression. They looked genuinely concerned, and he remembered a comment he’d heard before about some of the Staff latching onto the King with their Obsessions. Some unfortunate result of the connection they’d formed with the Keep, Danny certainly didn’t deserve it, but he did know how it felt to Obsess over taking care of someone and have them turn down that care. With the same concerned look directed back their way, he got up and was led to the Garden out back.

Danny was having second thoughts again once he found himself surrounded by blobs that had been enjoying the intricate plants and high Ambient ecto levels of the Keep Garden. They were squishy but soft, like mochi coated in a good layer of starch, each a bit smaller than his head, and they all looked at him with these big vibrant eyes. Their postures were energetic, like they expected to play a game.

Once he sat down with the rest of the small group — why did he have to have an audience? — the blobs swarmed around him, resting on the sky blue grass and on his shoulders and in the others’ laps. They looked almost as expectant as the Staff in front of him.

“I…“ he bit his lip. “I can’t justify eating a living creature when I can choose not to. I know lots of ghosts have to eat others to persist, but I have the privilege that I can eat human food instead. Since I have that option, I can’t just… end another creature so I can feel a bit better.” Hey, Sam would be proud of him.

The present Staff donned looks of confusion. An Advisor who used the Keep as a home spoke up, eyes wide with realization. “Ah! Living creatures all share a survival instinct — that’s a natural result of evolution, yes? Things that do their best to live have their genes passed on? That’s not necessary for Uncored ghosts, since they do not reproduce and therefore don’t evolve. The only instincts experienced by the Uncored are instincts to better the Realms. Unless they’ve developed a strong individual personality, the Uncored are much more interested in contributing than in persisting.”

Danny’s head tilted in curiosity. Dr. Marchs took the reins on the rest of the explanation.

“The Realms are built socially where the living realm is built physically. Our homes and well-being are made from emotion, belief, and community. So for Uncored ghosts, spawned of the dimension itself, they want their ectoplasm and energy to be where it supports those communities the most, and that means ensuring the health of the ghosts in charge. Generally speaking, the more powerful a ghost is, the more likely they are to have some importance to the Realms. The Uncored — and many Cored — can sense a ghost’s power due to how much excess ectoplasm they let off. In fact, that excess is almost immediately put off as Ambient ectoplasm, meaning that there is simply more Ambient plasm around a powerful ghost, and the Uncored are often attracted since that provides sustenance for them . It’s a mutualistic relationship where one entity feeds off another, and in the end the resources of the weaker ghosts are given to the stronger, supporting the Realms. In fact, there are some cultures who believe that converting ectoplasm into a form the Cored can process is the entire reason for the existence of the Uncored.”

Vellum smiled slightly as she added on, “It’s not an entirely accurate strategy, as the most powerful ghost around is not always going to be a hunter type. They usually are, seeing as that’s the most efficient form of feeding, but it’s not impossible to be otherwise. The result in these cases is Uncored ghosts following around said Cored ghost, and as the same aspect of community comes into play, that ghost soon ends up hanging around a hunter type, who feeds on the prey that was collected.”

Danny cringed a little at the use of the word “prey”.

He looked around at the blobs nuzzled up against him. Those who didn’t look to be something resembling unconscious were peering up at him. They certainly looked expectant, as much as something without even a permanent mouth can.

After he was silent for a few moments, another Staff member spoke up, likely wanting to lighten his mood. “They really do like you! I’m not surprised, even aside from your natural power, the role you play as High King causes ectoplasm to be magnetized to you. I’m sure they’re having a little feast themselves!”

It did not lighten his mood. Danny felt genuinely guilty. Even if he wasn’t doing it on purpose, wasn’t he effectively manipulating these creatures into offering themselves up to be eaten? It wasn’t right, to make them feel as if they want to be ended, just because he had some sort of aura.

But the gathered Staff were still concerned, and anticipatory, and, somehow, hopeful . He couldn’t turn them down at this point. He’d just have to bite into one of the little ghosts surrounding him, just once. He’d throw up, disgusted with himself, and the Staff would realize it wasn’t better for him, and the remaining blobs would remember that they don’t want to die, and they’d flee, and everybody would just leave the subject alone . He only had to try.

(The human dread he was emitting at this point must have been feeding everyone else.)

“…Okay,” he said simply, and gently picked up a blob that had been sitting on his leg.

Before he could rethink himself again, he brought it to his lips. He opened his jaw slightly wider than a human’s would likely go and, fangs instinctually extended, bit down.

Danny was familiar with the scent of ectoplasm. Copper and citrus and battery acid and salt. But when he broke the surface of the small ghost and the viscous fluid burst into his mouth, the salty and bitter aspects were lost on his tongue, replaced by a thick sweetness and the cold tingle of energy. Where his fangs pierced an inch down into the substance of the ghost, he tasted this fulfillment in its emotional ectoplasm. He’s not sure he would have been able to taste it if he weren’t part human. Still, the feeling was something distinctly ghostly, a similar satisfaction to fulfilling an Obsession or a Purpose. It was hard to feel bad, sympathizing automatically with that simple rightness. The way the emotion pressed at his brain, the way the semisolid edges of the ghost slicked against his tongue, his own self-revulsion melted to the back of his mind. The ectoplasmic flesh met his teeth with a thick resistance, but it was nothing to break past it and open up to the deeper substance. It was vibrant, a pure cool energy that pulsed against his fangs. (His core sucked it up greedily.) His mouth met the energy with a pulsing of its own, a harmonizing signal sent from his core throughout his body like a heartbeat. It came out as a low purr that vibrated deep through the charged air around him. He couldn’t help but rush to swallow, though his body absorbed it just as easily without.

The blob ghost had been the size of his foot, and now it was part of the energy making up his own form. Compared to the power his core was passively putting out, to the amount it longed to have refilled, it wasn’t all that much. Unconsciously, his core put out an ectoenergetic signal that he was ready to feed. The blobs around him nuzzled closer yet, making themselves available. Danny could feel a few other Uncored ghosts who were drifting nearby come into the garden and join them.

He looked up from his ectoplasm-stained hands at the Keep Staff. They were looking at him, relieved, pleased (even though they just watched him tear into a living thing and then absorb it into his being like it didn’t even matter, said a part in the back of his consciousness. It was hard to focus on, though. It was coming from his brain, not his hungry core, after all). With his core this active, he could feel the presences of all the other ghosts around. The blobs flocking around him had auras that were weaker than the Cored Staff, but sturdy. There was a balance to them that signaled the ectoplasmic types they were taking in and storing. He sensed the Uncored pulling in the Ambient ectoplasm that sloughed off of him, barely connected to him anymore if not for the weight of the space surrounding him. And he could feel all of their stores of energy-dense Vital plasm.

He could also feel, just as an aspect of his being, his own energy stores. The metaphysical space in his center that his form and all his strength drew from. He could remember, abstractly, the moment he died and that reservoir came to be and was instantly flooded with energy. The way the portal had searched the air until it found his body and his little human soul and used him as a conduit, and all that electricity punched a hole between planes right where his ghost was trying to form, and something tore outward from that starting place just on top of his being, and the vacuum that formed on earth and in the Zone and everything in between pulled until the Infinite Realms rushed his body and in one instantaneous moment his forming core was flooded with enough ectoplasmic energy to become entirely corporeal (if it hadn’t, his ghost wouldn’t have manifested nearly quickly enough to keep him alive), and his being was stretched beyond its limits containing everything. For one moment, he had been filled with more energy than he had thought possible, and his ghost had formed itself to accommodate. Since then he’d felt so… empty. His body took what it could from human food and environmental energy, but it was made for more than that. He had blocked out the awareness of his reserves and gotten used to trying to power all his defenses on so little. He was always so tired.

He still felt low, running on just enough to operate something humanish. But his core had latched on to the ectoplasm provided by the blob, the kind it was designed to process, and finally felt a little relieved. Most ghosts that stayed within the Realms were almost always full. Danny wasn’t nearly there yet.

He reached down and grabbed another blob.

[dessarious]

How the Sirens Adopted a Ladybug Pt1

So when I was writing the last chapter of How to Not Get a Date it went full blown angst. Since that wasn’t what I wanted for that story and rewrote the chapter that I posted but the other idea decided to blow up into yet another story so here we go again.

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“I don’t suppose I could convince you not to steal that?” Catwoman spun around to find a girl in what looked like a dark red armored suit with black spots. In the Louvre at two in the morning. What the hell?

“And just what are you supposed to be?” The girl just gave her a sardonic smile and Catwoman couldn’t help but notice how tired she looked.

“I’m Ladybug. Hero of Paris.” The sarcastic tone was unexpected and it took her a minute to actually process the words.

“Since when does Paris have Heroes?”

“Since some megalomaniac found a Miraculous and decided to use it for his own selfish desires. If not for the fact that he targets people with strong negative emotions I wouldn’t care what you do. But since the last time the curator of this exhibit was Akumatized it was a three day battle, I would really like to avoid it if I can.” She just continued to frown at the girl. That couldn’t be real.

“Did Harley and Ivy put you up to this?” That just got her confused frown mirrored back at her. She was either a really good actress or she wasn’t lying.

“Look, this exhibit is moving to London in under two weeks. Could you please just wait until it leaves Paris to take whatever it is you’re after?” This was so strange. She claimed to be a hero but didn’t seem to care that Catwoman was stealing, just that it would become her problem. Even most of the bats frowned upon that sort of thing.

“So you’re just going to let me walk out of here like nothing happened?” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, refusing to make eye contact.

“The police have made it clear that it is not my job to apprehend criminals.” There was a lot of anger under those words. Catwoman walked up to the girl and gently lifted her head so she could study her. Seriously, what was it with black hair and blue eyes? Between the bats and Superman she was starting to wonder if it wasn’t a coincidence.

“When was the last time you slept?” She watched Ladybug’s eyes unfocus as she searched for the answer. “How about the last time you ate?” That produced a flinch.

“I can take care of myself.” Well that wasn’t a good reaction. The girl reminded her a bit of Tim and Jason. The sleep deprivation was all the baby CEO but the amorality screamed mister gun nut.

“I’m sure you can. I’ll tell you what; I’ll do what you want but in return you’ll come with me to meet a couple of my friends and let us feed you.” She hesitated but Catwoman didn’t see any worry in her expression. She wasn’t scared of being alone with criminals so it was likely pride holding her back. “I want to talk to you more about the situation here. It’s odd that I haven’t heard about it.”

“No it’s not. The Miraculous magic is very good at containing itself. Very few people outside of Paris have any idea what is going on.” That tone was odd. There was a trace of bitterness but it was mostly resigned.

“How old are you?” The way she held herself said she was experienced in what she did, but everything else screamed that she was still just a kid.

“Old enough to do what must be done.”  Yep, she was dealing with a baby.

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“Will you quit worrying? I’m sure everything’s just fine.” Ivy just shot Harley an annoyed glance. She loved the woman to death but she really needed to take things a bit more seriously sometimes.

“She’s two hours late Harls, that’s a time frame for worry. Not to mention I’ve felt off ever since we got here. There’s something wrong with this city and I don’t like it.” She was constantly on edge and her skin felt like it was trying to crawl off her body. Ivy wanted nothing more than for Selina to get back so they could leave. Sightseeing be damned.

“As always your instincts are dead on.” She let out a relieved breath and turned to yell at Selina for trying to give her a heart attack but couldn’t manage to speak once she saw the person with her. Or rather once she felt the power coming off of them. She pulled Harley behind her and prepared for the worst. Selina was just looking at her like she was insane but the girl was studying her.

“Seriously, you’re scared of a kid?” Harley’s words made her really look at the person and that just made her more worried. Given what she felt this girl was capable of destroying the world without even trying.

“How can you not feel that? The energy radiating from her should be enough that even you should feel it.” Harley and Selina both just looked confused but the girl looked surprised.

“You can actually feel it?” Ivy just nodded. “I’ve never met anyone who could sense the Miraculous before. Whatever you sense though, I assure you I don’t mean any harm. There’s only one person I actually want to maim and I have a feeling when the time comes I won’t even be able to do that.” Well that was… odd. Even Harley was eyeing the girl like she had a screw loose.

“This is Ladybug. She’s a hero here in Paris.” Well that at least explained why she was late. “She’s asked me to hold off on my transaction until it leaves Paris.”

“And you agreed? She’s just going to go to the cops and make things more difficult for you later.” Harley’s words caused anger and hurt to flash across her expression before she controlled it.

“I said I wouldn’t. They wouldn’t take me seriously if I did anyway.” Now she saw why Selina brought her back with her. The girl looked like a stray cat. The stiff way she held herself was exactly like a cat who’d learned that people can’t be trusted, but she refused to run or show fear either. Then Ivy noticed the girls hair and eyes and almost groaned out loud. Selina had been spending so much time with her boyfriend that she was picking up his adoption preferences.

“I wanted to talk with her more about what’s going on here in Paris. We should order food since I have a feeling it’s going to be a long discussion.” Ivy saw the girl's cheeks turn pink and took the time to really look at her. She was the kind of thin that came from not eating rather than just being fit. Her mask hid any bags that might be under her eyes, but even standing still her body was swaying a little. The girl looked like she was about to pass out.

“Of course. Here, have a seat.” Ivy made chairs out of plants for everyone and the girl's face went completely blank before she turned to Selina.

“Is that normal for her?” Harley just started giggling but Selina gave Ladybug a sympathetic smile.

“Yes, Ivy has the power to control plants.” Ladybug let out a relieved sigh.

“Thank Kwami. I don’t think I’m up for another Akuma today.” Ivy shared a confused look with Harley. What the hell was an Akuma?

“You’re fighting people that control plants?” The girl blinked at her in confusion for a moment before understanding dawned.

“No, it’s complicated. I haven’t had to explain this to someone in a long time so I might not make much sense.” She sat while Harley went to order food. Ivy sat across from her and noticed how she melted into the seat. She obviously wasn’t used to being comfortable. When Harley came back in the room they were about to start asking questions when a little black cat shaped creature appeared. It was emitting just as much power as the girl.

“I don’t suppose any of you are willing to spring for camembert?” Harley gave out a squeak of surprise but Catwoman just looked stunned.

“Plagg! Are you out of your mind? Not to mention how rude it is.” Ladybug couldn’t seem to decide whether to be annoyed or embarrassed.

“Given that this one steals for a living I doubt they stand on good manners. Besides, you don’t know if you don’t ask.” The cheeky tone caused an eye twitch in the girl.

“What exactly is that?” Selina hadn’t stopped staring at the creature.

“I’m Plagg, Kwami of Destruction. I power the Black Cat Miraculous.” The girl actually threw her hands up in frustration.

“Tikki’s going to kill us both. Of all the people you could have decided to come out for why would you choose criminals?” Poor kid sounded close to tears and the creature flew up under her chin and started purring. Selina was grinning like a mad woman. Ivy had a feeling things were about to get a lot more complicated.

“Everything will be fine Bug, you’ll see. I’m the Kwami of bad luck and I can feel yours shifting.”

“I thought you said you were the Kwami of Destruction?” Selina sounded far too amused. Ivy shook her head at the woman. She still didn’t understand how no one else could feel the danger here.

“I’m both, just as Tikki is the Kwami of Creation and Good Luck, which is the Miraculous that gives Ladybug her powers.” The Kwami suddenly flew right up to Ivy to study her. “You’re an interesting being. Your abilities are inherently creation but you use them to destroy as well. She could be a good influence for you Bug.” Ladybug let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“I’m not using your powers to smite the people you think have wronged me Plagg. And I would really like to stop having this argument.”  

“You act like it’s an opinion rather than a fact. Even Tikki agrees with me there.” The Kwami sounded indignant and more than a little angry. The energy around it was getting steadily stronger. They really needed to divert it’s attention.

“What were you saying about camembert?” The Kwami perked up immediately but Ladybug cringed.

“Kwami need food to recharge and while just about anything will do in a pinch they each have favorites. Plagg’s favorite is extremely smelly and extremely pricy cheese. Which I haven’t been able to provide for awhile now.” Plagg’s expression dropped at her tone.

“Oh kit, it’s not your fault.” The creature flew back to her and began purring again. Ladybug wouldn’t look anyone in the eye but Ivy could feel the guilt and worry coming from her. Whatever was going on this kid needed a break.

“I just need to go change. Then I can run to the store while we wait for the rest of the food.” Plagg looked ecstatic at Selina’s announcement. Ladybug looked mostly worried but there was a bit of relief under that.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said it was expensive. I feel bad enough, don’t let them guilt you into buying something that isn’t really necessary.” Selina scoffed.

“I know exactly how temperamental some creatures are about food and given Ivy’s reaction I’d like to stay on their good side for the moment. Besides, the money isn’t an issue.” She was walking out of the room before the girl could respond. Instead she frowned at Plagg who was still looking after Selina.

“I thought we agreed no more surprises.”

“Tikki and Wayzz agreed, I didn’t. Besides, an opportunity is presenting itself that we don’t want to miss.” Ivy shared a confused look with Harley, who just shrugged at her. Ladybug seemed just as clueless about what they meant. That couldn’t be a good thing.

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[sebbysheepie]

I once saw an episode of Fatal Attractions that showed the risk of cattle as pets. One of the people with this experience I believe was a dairy sanctuary farmer who once handreared a dairy bull named Lucky. One day Lucky wouldn’t leave a cow in heat so the guy I believe whipped him and Lucky almost killed him. Lucky had to leave as a result and the guy said he wouldn’t handrear another dairy bull but it seems fishy because if Lucky was castrated, this particular incident probably wouldn’t have happened and lashing out at him for not listening wasn’t the right move.

First off. As a sanctuary why did he remove the animal? I thought that was a forever home? Just sending him to a new place to harm someone else isn’t a wise idea for that owner.

Hand raising animals helps them see us as providers and companions. However that also removes a lot of fear they have of us and in sone cases any respect the animal should have. An animal should have a healthy respect for its family and carers. In the wild they will have pecking orders. Follow the leader or boss. Whom they respect. To fight them is to challenge them for that position. In this case the bull was doing what was natural to it. It was a female in heat. And this person decide to just make the bull stop. That bull had no respect or fear of the man and was doing what instinct told him to do. Remove or chase off the rival. Only we humans think in terms of “if they love me they won’t hurt me”. And “I’ve never harmed him or has he known harm so why would he turn on me?” This is human thinking! Not animal! As an animal they can be thinking “today is the day I’m going to be boss, I want the bucket of feed and I want it now without sharing. I’ll push him over, I have a sore foot and I’m annoyed so if I’m touched I’ll kick”

That’s more animal thinking. You can’t take it personally either. They are not people. He kicked you yesterday. Doesn’t mean he’s going to kick you today. He doesn’t hate you. He just has different thinking.

Honestly. A Holstein dairy bull. Utterly the worst animal to try and treat like a baby. They are huge. They are mean. And they turn on and off like a light. I’ve worked with a ton of breeds and while I adore Holsteins. The bulls are always one to be respected and treated with the utmost care. We don’t even keep them on the farm due to needing specialized gates and chutes to care for them and to keep us safe. Salior bull? No issue! I’ll walk in the pen and take him out while watching his mood. But a Holstein? Nu uh. He’s gonna be penned. He’s gonna have his space and no way am I going in alone with his space and with a lady cow in there? Nope. That bull can be 1500 pounds plus. I’ve personally seen one that was 2300 pounds and most of that was muscle. He breaks out of the pen and you think I want people getting hurt as well as him? No. Therefore I will ensure my animals all have the proper safeguards. Respectful of me. Respectful of them. I will not be making “friends” with an animal that once it knows it’s stronger then I am will use that to get its way whenever it wants. I’ll love on it and give it all the care in the world. But when I need him to stop. He needs that healthy level of “oh she’s the boss. She’s stronger and tougher then me so I’d better get going”.

[thewriterowl]

Owl do you have any abo dinluke headcanons?? Would you possibly share them with the class???

Ok then!! I have been tempted for ABO lol

Din is Alpha and Luke is Omega, to no surprise for me lol Neither are usually too caught up in these "labels". Neither really think it matters too much in truth. Din isn't too interested, for the longest time, on the idea of having his own family and taking care of pups or a mate. He lives a dangerous, rather self-centered, life-style. He just provides what he cans to his clan and keeps to himself. If he has a bad enough rut he just goes and takes care of it and that's i.

Luke just doesn't think he makes a good Omega. On Tatooine, even Omegas needed to be large to survive. Luke was also a bit more stubborn and wild, then he got strong being a Jedi, and it just wasn't what he was told a good Omega should be. So he figured that he wasn't going to ever attract a mate of his own. Maybe it's confirmed to him later when (due to his injuries or something else) he couldn't have kids. He, personally, wasn't too upset about this (if he wanted kids, he had wanted to adopt even before this) but knew most Alphas would be very turned off by it.

Luke also figures he's a broken Omega because he didn't really have heats like other Omegas do. No one ever comments on his scent either so it was easy to add that into the equation.So, he just accepts it as it is.

Each go through their own story without really anything changing...except up until when they meet.

Luke knew this was this man's child and he could not separate a family like that. So he offers for Din to come with him to where they'll train. Luke knows instantly the man is an alpha and did not want to anger him or make him upset though he did not think this alpha was violent or anything. It just seemed like the right thing to do

Din does not know Luke is an omega, partially due to how he presents himself and also partially due to him hiding behind his mask most of the time so he can't really scent him.

So they get to Yavin IV and everything is going ok. Din assumes Luke is a beta so he allows himself to get a friendship going. Luke is very easy to like and talk to and he raises Luke like an Omega, had more strength than most alphas, but came across as so unconcerned about these things like a beta. After a while Din realizes he is really fond of the Jedi.

Luke is head over heels for Din but never says anything about it. He figures Din wouldn't care for a broken Omega so he just enjoys their friendship though it breaks his heart a bit as he realizes he wants to mate with him but he was good at hiding pain and just sort of ignores it to keep things good and Din comfortable.

Then Luke realizes that he is about to have a heat and it may actually be a pretty intense one due to his feelings for Din. Well, that's aggravating. Well, guess he best figure things out with Din so he doesn't bother him. So he comes into the kitchen one day, Din helping to feed Grogu and is all, "I'm sorry to do this but I may need to leave...or you may want to. You could take Grogu."

This confuses Din a lot. He thinks that maybe it's a jedi sense.

"Oh, no," Luke wave that off with a laugh, "I guess being with an alpha for so long and without any stress has made my cycle stronger than normal. I just don't want you to be inconvenienced or for things to smell off or whatever."

"...huh?"

"My heat?"

And it smashes into Din like a star destroyer. He truly had no idea that Luke was an omega this whole time and now he is so panicked and freaked out and was starting to run on instinct. Why hadn't he known? He wasn't prepared! They needed to get rations ready, water, plenty of blankets, stuff to make a nest...so many things!

Luke is all confused.

Din goes into Alpha mood instantly. He calls Boba or some other friend to come babysit Grogu for a bit, he starts to get things ready, though is mildly panicked that he doesn't have protection. Was Luke ready for a baby? Din certainly was...but he didn't want to overwhelm the younger man. Luke states that it's fine, he's handled his heats before and he'll be fine. Din doesn't have to worry so much.

WTF??? He's alpha, of course he needs to! He needs to provide for his omega!

So it's like a few hours of weird misunderstandings.

They manage to get some talking in before the heat hits but only enough to get some things cleared up and then the heat hits and they're both very busy for a few days. Only once they're done and just sorta lounging on the bed, almost blissed out, and they're able to talk to clear things up a bit more.

Needless to say they're mated and though a bit awkward in how it happened, they end up very happy together and go to adopt many more kids

[octania]

Midnight hunter ( Dabi x Reader 18+)

This is the second chapter of Midnight stalker.

Short description: Prepare yourself for a human hunt where your fiery hunter will not stop until he gets you.

Word count: 4.8 K

Warnings: Smut, yandere, human hunt, violence, death (not Dabis nor readers), mentions of noncon (nothing much, just a mention in a dialog),NSFW. _______________________________________________________

He forced his compass to point in any direction except hers. He went to places that were too much even for his hardened soul. He drank the sweetness of a woman's body without limits, getting drunk under the touch of cheap prostitutes as much as he could. But instead of asking the paid lady of the night for sexual consolation, he greedily tried to recreate the moment he stole from you.

I didn't fucking steal nothing, it’s mine. You are mine.

The last truth of his thoughts was pierced with the spear of condemnation. In those moments when the Pandora's box wanted to send the truth to the surface of his soul, in those moments he was the most dangerous. He turned into a raging beast that could destroy anything in front of them. Unfortunately, several prostitutes were harmed because of his struggles. After hearing the words of truth in his head, the reaction of the body came immediately afterwards. His palms bathed in a blue flame, burning the skin of the unfortunate woman's face, who had been trying to meet his needs until then. A tense kiss, thirstily absorbing the erotic dance of her tongue, squeezing her eyelids like yours, the only thing he had differently was that he ordered the prostitutes to sit on his lap. To put their legs around him as he held them by the waist and pressed them to his chest. He had to take his imagination to the next level, give it the illusion of consent. He wanted to imagine how you kissed him willingly, how you needed his lips desperately, how you needed to feed on his presence how he fed on yours. And after that he was poisoned. He left the room, leaving the painful screams of those he had inadvertently damaged with his flames behind him.

Dabi hated the smell of smoke. Ironically for someone who is almost always surrounded by that scent, but something in him aroused disgust at that smell. Especially the smell of burning skin. It reminded him of the misfortune that had befallen him, aroused in him things that were to blame for the person he was today. He knew the horrors of that scent, how severe and vicious its punishment was. Those who are punished in this way never forget it. He ran his fingers over his chin, rubbing his damaged skin. The wound may have healed, but the scar will remain forever. He didn't need a new scar. Especially not the kind that never heals, it only seemingly retreats, settles into the dark place of the human subconscious and lurks its weakest moment.

 "Tsc ... I should have finished you ..." he threw a glass of whiskey into the wall of the room. The glass shattered into thousands of pieces, while the liquid left a large stain on the white wall. The moment he pressed his lips to yours, his Pandora's box shattered in the same way, leaving feelings in his chest. He thought that by kissing you he would silence his desires and satisfy his obsessions, but he only deepened them. Hell, now he's trying to patch up the damage with others, how pathetic it can be. He clenched his fists as a blue flame wrapped around them. Dabi could not suffer humiliation, he could not let it go unpunished. He made a mistake, but now it is about time to fix it. He got out of bed just as he got up the first night he contracted this plague, pulled his black T-shirt over his taut shoulders, and headed for the exit.

It has been almost two months since the unfortunate event. Your quiet life turned into a nightmare in one night and you had no idea why. After tasting the lips of a dangerous stranger and daring to turn around even though he ordered you not to, you didn’t think the gates of hell would open shortly after. The pair of blue eyes in which the storm was pouring belonged to a very famous villain, a person you had only seen on the news, newspapers or arrest warrants until then. You never thought you would see him in front of your eyes, let alone taste him with your mouth. There was a void in your head, a war drum in your chest. Nothing that happened that night seemed real. You played that scene back in your head again and again so many times, but you still could hardly believe yourself. Impossible, it wasn't him. It was him. It was just him and no one else could sit in his place. Anyone normal would be imbued with panic and fear, running away without thinking after catching a glimmer of freedom after that attack, but not you. You stood frozen under the street lamp, staring into the corner where he had disappeared. You don’t even know how you got home after that, it all seemed like a crazy dream. Until the next morning, when everything became more than real. Two police cars were in front of your house at dawn. In addition to the two detectives, there were four police officers and they were accompanied by two heroes. Before you could speak, one of the two detectives pulled a photo out of his pocket. Your friend. You could feel the tingles of horror travel through your body. Fear permeated you before you even heard what had happened.

Your hands were shaking as you held the second photo the detectives gave you. You sat in your living room in your favorite armchair, which this time could not provide you with comfort. You stared at the image of a burning corpse, whose face, despite the disgusting wounds, showed an expression of pure horror and agony. You were the last person he was with, the last contact, so the cops and heroes rushed to your doorstep, not even knowing you had an encounter with the man who was guilty of murdering this young man. At first, you didn’t want to tell the truth. You lied, you kept quiet about the way you actually met. But the quirk of one of the heroes has distracted you from your lie. His quirk was a living lie detector and he read you like an open book. After the truth came out, there was silence. Initially, no one could explain the event you went through, but it didn’t take them long to come to their professional conclusion. He must have wanted to enjoy his morbid act, to leave someone close to suffer for the victim. A few moments later they explained to you how things would develop further, you would be placed under protection. Two heroes and three policemen will be constantly on duty in front of your home, in case the villain returns to finish what he started. You knew they were secretly hoping so, that this was a trap, and you were a living bait.

The days passed, weeks followed, but no trace of the villain. After the first month had passed, two police officers and one hero remained, now, after two months, only one hero remained. No matter how they eliminated the surplus people, caution still had to be on a high level. Because of that, you could not carelessly go where you wanted, just perform your duties, and even then you would be accompanied by a hero. You hated this situation, you could no longer be a prisoner in your own home, you had to stretch your legs somewhere more than just walking to the store. You walked resolutely from your room to the living room where the hero was on duty. He looked at you lazily, and you already had a pleading expression on your face.

 "I want to take a walk, I can't be locked up anymore." you protested, but still in a polite tone. He didn't scold you or acted rudely. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

"I know, I'm sorry ... but I still think it would be better not to go out on the streets, especially not at this time of night." - He gazed at your furry friend who in these two months has grown almost twice the original size when you found him.

 "We don't even have to go to the streets! Not far from here is a forest, we can go there! Please, I'm really not able to spend my days like this anymore, and the forest road is in one of the safest neighborhoods and you know it yourself! ”- you were persistent, determined, you knew that he was soft and that he would give in with a good enough reason. You could see how your words were valid. You knew he couldn't sit on your living room couch anymore, he'd been doing it for the last two months, and you could only imagine how tiring it was to do it to a person who had dedicated his life to action, to fighting villains.

"I'm not sure ..." you interrupted him before he could finish.

"Please! A short walk and nothing more! Not even the dog can jump just around the yard anymore! ”- the hero looked down at the playful puppy and you knew that was the last thing he needed to break. The little furry creature waved its tail, caressing his leg.

"Okay, but not for long and nowhere far. " he said, getting up from the couch.

Come, step into the night doll.

You made a mistake, you made a big mistake. You dared to tell , you dared to make a victim of yourself and seek protection from them. Why? Why doll? The only victim here is him, all of this is your fault, it's your fault because he's here. You did this, and he let you live for a small fee, just one kiss. Instead of feeling privileged and blessed for being let off the hook so cheaply and enjoying your last moments after you poisoned him, you dared to call on the greatest scum of this world to protect you.

 Do you like the taste doll? Do you like the taste of the rotten flesh? You do… don't you? Because you took a bite of my heart, and that is shit is rotten to the core. Feast  on that rot while you can and I hope you like burnt meat as much as rotten because you will soon be surrounded by it.

 He clenched his jaw as he followed your shadows as you imperceptibly tried to sneak up to the car. You chose the wrong evening for a walk. Was the taste of his lips so repulsive to you? The more he thought about it, the stronger the killer instinct was. Even though he came here with the intent to kill you, he felt betrayed. He retreated back into the shadows and hurried down to the previous street  where he saw a parked motorbike. He was skilled at picking locks, and hot-wiring a vehicle was no different. He also had a good  taste, his eye could not miss the kawasaki ninja ZZR 1400, a beautiful assembly of metal and engine. He ran his hands over the leather seat before sitting on it and held the balance of the heavy black beast with ease. It fused with him in a second, as the engine purred as it started. As expected, your car passed in front of him. He saw your happy face under the nightlights in the passenger seat. You won't be smiling for long.

He was cautious and went unnoticed. He followed you with no problem, even a little bit impressively. When he saw the car lights turn from the marked road  to a muddy path between the tall trunks of the forest, he couldn't help but smile sinisterly. He left the motorbike at the very beginning of the forest, covered between dense bushes. His step was lighter than that of a cat. He didn’t break a single twig, make a single sound that would reveal he was there. The two electric blue eyes gleamed like wild beasts in the moonlight. He saw you, he heard you, he could smell you. He licked his lips to recall your taste. Your lips looked delicious even in the dark. You looked almost unreal under the auspices of the stars and the shining moon, with your spirits lifted by the fact you were surrounded by nature once again. How your hair fluttered in the warm night breeze as thin strands fell across your forehead. He saw the scene in slow motion. For a moment the anger disappeared from his face, he allowed himself to watch you calmly. Calmly until the venom of pain and loneliness flowed through his veins again, the only things he could feel except wrath. That was exactly the reason why you were a thorn in his eye. You aroused pain and a feeling of loneliness. He needed you, he needed your touch, he needed your voice in his ear, your breath on his face, your fingers on his skin. Could you see him as anything but a villain? Would the same kindness shine in your eyes and would you extend your hand with the same measure of tenderness when you were rescuing an abandoned puppy from that dark street? Would you recognize what he really is, and he doesn't even see it in himself anymore ... He had to know.

You happily threw a stick to your puppy playing fetch, running along with him. You excitedly followed the dance of fireflies among the tall grass along the path. You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath with a desire to absorb as much of this forest air and its scent as possible.

"See? I told you it is beautiful and it certainly beats being locked up. ”- you said without opening your eyes. You were sure that the hero was enjoying this night out too. Even as you drove in the car you saw the relief on his face when he realized he could finally escape from your house.

"And that there is no one else here." you added, taking another breath. Instead of the smell of trees, the sour smell filled your nostrils. This smells like ..

"Oh..but there is." - the voice that answered did not belong to the hero who brought you here. That voice ... Blood froze in your veins and your eyes suddenly opened in panic as you turned at lightning speed. A grayish cloud between the suppressed trees and the tall grass. Like fog, the smoke remained in the air like a floating ball. You covered your mouth with your hands as it approached your nostrils. You thought you were going to throw up. This was the smell ... the smell of burning flesh. You could barely contain a scream in your throat when you saw a person stepping out from behind a tree, dragging something behind him.

"You ..." - you stammered when you saw the person who was to blame for your accident. The person you had on your lips just two months ago, the same night after he set your friend on fire.

"Tch, tch ... you can recognize me only because you disobeyed me and gazed at me when I told you not to ... naughty doll." - he said, throwing a burnt corpse in front of you. You screamed when you saw the same horror on its face that you saw in the pictures of your dead friend, but this was now the man who pleased you and took you here at your request. He's dead now. You instinctively took a few steps back as your knees were shaking.

“Was it worth it, huh? Disobeying me? Do you see what happens when someone stands in my way, doll? ”-he asked, rubbing the fingers of his left hand. The blue flame rose from his palm to his forearm, over his muscular shoulder to his neck, until he stroked his cheeks as well. You couldn't take it anymore, you started running. You made your way through the thick bushes and tall grass. The roots of the trees tangled under your feet as you tried to escape. You saw almost nothing in front of you except darkness, and your useless calls for help disappeared into the emptiness of the woods. You pushed the branches in front of you that were coming back and smashing into your body. You could feel the warm feeling that was pouring down your legs ... blood. Warm blood dripping from the scratches. None of that slowed you down. You kept running at the same speed. You thought you managed to lose him, you didn't hear anything behind you, but you didn't dare to stop. You continued deeper into the woods where there seemed to be no end.

 The blue light flashed before your eyes so intensely that it hurt. You covered your eyes with your hand, squinting in front of you. The heat made you back off and you succeeded at the last minute. The blue fire is blocking your path. Your eyes filled with tears when you realized what was happening. He's chasing you. He chases you like a beast, and he's a hunter trying to trap you. You turned and ran in the other direction. The road started going uphill. You could feel pain in your legs from the frantic climb, but it never occurred to you to give up. Even when a new wall of fire was created in front of you, you didn’t give up. You turned again, looking for any path where there was no fire. Your lungs were burning from the rapid breathing and the smell of smoke spreading through the air. The new burst of fire was too fast, it managed to reach your lower leg. You sobbed, quickly putting out the fire on your jeans. Your tears flowed harder from the pain of  burning your skin, but you knew you had to keep going. If you give up now, you will not be able to save yourself. Like the promised land, the sight in front of you almost brought a smile to your face. The crystal surface of the lake glazed under the moonlight. The water ... you forgot the pain in a second, leaning on your feet and running with all your might towards the lake. You jumped into the water without thinking. The cold flooded your body, and a sharp pain crossed your injured leg. It was quite shallow. When you surfaced, you realized that the water barely reached your chest. You looked around. The forest burned, and the blue fire cast its light high toward the dark clouds of night.

 "Smart..but it will not help you." - Dabi went through the raging fire as if it were air, reaching the water's edge. His expression was nauseating. When he watched you run, he felt a rush of adrenaline, pleasure, superiority ... feelings that he knew and gladly let them circulate through his body as he caught his prey. Human hunt, and God help those who are cursed with him as their hunter. That is a lie ... even God can't help you then. He thought it was the end, that he had finally found a solution and his salvation. Until now ... until you looked him in the eye again. The eyes that carried goodness, when he first saw you wake up and you didn't know he was there, they carried innocence ... and now ... he had to make sure what did you hid behind those mirrors of the soul before that same soul leaves your body. He stepped into the water, going all the way in till it reached his groin, getting closer to you. He touched the surface of the water with his fingers, and it obediently received his fire on its surface. It surrounded you, trapped you inside the burning circle.

"W..why .." - you stammered the most obvious question. He thought he was numb to that pointless question by now. It always sounded the same. But your voice ... your voice addressed to him now, directly to him. He paused for a moment, feeling what he had feared so much spring up in his chest. He must not waste time, he must not think too much. He was two steps ahead of you, grabbing you by the jaw.

"Oh, but why not?" -he responded, looking at your lips until then. He crossed over your lip with the tip of his index finger. He tried with all his might to make himself remember the longing, the basic need he had met so many times without difficulty. He tried to escape from the claws of feelings that were now awakening. Turns out your closeness is more fatal than he thought. Something in him pulled him closer, asking him to surrender. He didn't know what that hurricane in him was, and he reacted, as always, angrily. Why..you want to know why..I am the one here that needs to know why ..

“Why not doll? What, I am not good enough to be saved? I thought you liked picking up fucked up things on the street and mending them? So, why do you run from me then? ”- something in him broke. The rejection and fear he had not felt since he was young now took the throne over his feelings. He savagely entered your face, finally catching your eye.He didn't want to see it. He did not want to see the answer to his question, especially not in this vulnerable state. It may not have been visible through its exterior, but it was worse on the inside. In the eyes he had dreamed so much about, the eyes that radiated concern and kindness ... now only pure fear and horror poured out from them.

„Why am I not worth saving ?! Answer me! Because I am a monster!? I killed your so called, friend !? A guy who wanted to fuck you dry just so he can tell his homeboys about it ?! - he roared. What you didn’t know was that before he killed your friend and exposed him to the greatest torment, while he was still following him, he heard a conversation your friend was having over the phone.

"No, the stupid bitch didn't put out yet..yeah, I know..But that ass man. I swear if she doesn't lift that skirt next time, I will take it off myself. ”- those were the words of your so-called friend. With that, he signed his death sentence. Dabi made him pay for the crimes he intended to commit, and you had no idea. Even now you don't quite understand what he's talking about.

„You don't like murderers, only scumbags ?! They are worthy of your attention ?! Ok then, bet you will love this. ”- with one hand he grabbed the wet shirt on your chest, giving the order to his flame which ate the material in one second. Your upper body was now covered only by a bra that was intact, but not for long. Dabis finger slipped under the  thread between your breasts, the thread that connected the front of the bra cups. It tightened enough that it almost broke, making your breasts almost completely visible.

“No, please! Don't! ”- you tried to push him away with your hand, but he grabbed your wrist. He gritted his teeth angrily, looking back at you. Of course he won't do that to you, he may be a villain but he's not a monster, he's not a rapist. He let go of your bra, clenching his fist. You saw that something in him broke, you saw that the person you thought was to blame for your accident was not really the person they described him to be. This is someone who has the thorns of his exterior here for a deeper reason than pure malice.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. The person who trapped you was now alone pressed under the heavy weight of no one else but number two hero, Endeavor. He squeezed his body below the surface of the water, not giving him a chance to get air.

“You filthy scum! You thought killing heroes will go unpunished?! - Endeavor roared as he pushed Dabi deeper under the water. The thing was, Dabis flames made quite a fire, and the woods was now eaten by it, making a giant cloud of smoke. The same smoke that was seen by the locals and they called in the heroes and the police. Unfortunately, the first that spotted you two was no other then the ruthless hero Endeavor, who planned to show no mercy to the villain who killed a hero. He didn't know who the villain he kept underwater was, but he didn't care, he'd be dead in the matter of seconds.Dabi didn't fight back. All the water that was stirred was like that because of how Endeavor was pushing  Dabis body even deeper under the water. A man who had shown unbridled strength only a moment ago, now surrendered to a fatal fate. For a moment, you could make out his expression. An expression of loneliness, an expression of pain ... an expression of relief, as if this is the only thing that can save him from the horror he keeps in himself. This is not a monster.

You raised your hands toward Endeavor, releasing your quirk. It wasn't even a few seconds before the number two hero replaced the expression of anger  with astonishment and then fear. He waved frantically around, throwing his flame into the empty space. There was nothing around him, but you knew what he saw. The reason you loved the dark side so much, is because it has always been a part of you, and your quirk was one of the proofs of that. You could read man’s greatest fears, their worst nightmares, and manifest that horror in front of them. Now your power was bending number two hero like a fragile twig, forcing him to drop Dabi.He surfaced quickly, catching air, filling his lungs. He coughed out the water as he slowly opened his eyes. You. He saw you looking at him.

No ... that's not possible. Your gaze was direct but gentle now. Penetrating and compassionate ... and pointed at him. He turned and saw Endeavor still panicking trying to defend himself against something that wasn't there, and it didn't take him long to realize what had happened and what you were doing. You defended him. You saw something in him that was worth saving.

"Go, now." you said in a firm but sympathetic voice.

"Name." - he said without moving out of the water or interrupting your gaze. He couldn't turn away from the feeling you aroused in him, and he didn't want to.

„N..no..Please, just go, now! I can't hold him much longer and the others are coming! Go now, God dammit! ”- you said more briskly, more commandingly, but Dabi just knelt at the bottom of the lake, touching the water with his chin, showing you that if you don't tell him your name, your defense was in vain, and his destiny will not change, Endeavor will soon get rid of your illusion and finish the job he started, and Dabi will not fight back. The thought of the so-called number two hero taking his life again by pushing him underwater caused you to fear, a fear that was not the same as before. This fear bordered more with anxiety and the need to defend him.

"Tell me your name." he whispered, this time softly, in a deep voice, his eyes half closed. You bit your lip. You knew that after tonight, nothing would be the same anymore and these two clear blue eyes would emerge from the darkness again in search of you, but something about it woke up the part of you that you had been hiding for so long and needed immensely.

"(Y / N). My name is (Y / N). ”- a satisfied smile on Dabis face was the last thing you saw, before the blue fire flashed and blinded all prying eyes. When it disappeared, he was gone, and  heroes were around you, helping you to your feet.

[yandere-daydreams]

Request for yandere hunter with a werewolf darling, please?

The whole ‘cabin in the woods’ aesthetic is already too creepy to resist, honestly, but it’s nice to give your Yandere a good reason to be so mean, sometimes. Even if they still take advantage of it.

TW: Kidnapping, Violence, Mentions of Injury and Blood.

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The cellar was cold.

It wasn’t the nice, pleasant chill of a light breeze on a hot summer day, or the bite carried in by the wind on the first day of winter. No, this was an unforgiving, endless cold, one that seeped through your skin and wrapped around your bones, so unrelenting you can’t even find it in yourself to shiver, after a few days. You’d fought it off, at first, following the thin, singular beam of sunlight allowed into the basement by its only window, but now it was all you could do to ball yourself up in a corner and try to huddle under the thin sheet your captor provided. He’d mentioned a bed, a few days ago, something more substantial than a mattress and a handful of blankets, but you doubted you’d ever get one.

For whatever reason, Orion didn’t strike you as a generous provider.

Even now, he made a point of staring you down before speaking, standing at the top of the old, wooden staircase and glaring down into the darkness, the door behind him still hanging open. It didn’t matter, though. Even if you made a run for it, even if you managed to snarl and snap your way past him, the iron collar wrapped around your neck would’ve stopped you, a chain thicker than your wrist keeping you attached to the floor. You’d already tried to bite your way through it, and pull the bracket from its stone confines, but you’d always been one of the weaker members of your pack. If the damned thing was going to budge, you couldn’t tell. You’d stopped trying when Orion threatened to tear your teeth out for looking at it the wrong way.

“You’ve been scratching again,” He started, drawing your attention back to him as he descended the staircase. Each step sent another creak through the small space, but if he noticed, he was content not to show it, his lips pursed as he scanned over the new array of thin, white indentations in the wall next to you, They were pitiful, dull little things, but they were symbolic of your rebellion, your will to do anything but follow his rules. You curled into yourself, and Orion sighed, coming to a stop in front of your crumpled form. “Another instinct thing? Do I need to bring a scratching post down here before you stop trying to scrape your way out of this?”

“I’m not a cat,” You mumbled, weakly, your voice muffled by your own reluctance to indulge him. “It’s boring, down here. I don’t have anything better to do.”

He chuckled, crouching down to your height. Even then, he towered over you, a mountain of a man in a uniform of flannel and denim. You did your best not to look at him, but it was impossible not to, especially when you had so few sources of stimulation. “Does the mutt need a chew toy?” He asked, a mocking drawl dripping from his tone. “Or, is the puppy finally ready to play? I’d hate for you to go and pout again, like the last time I tried to have a little fun with you.”

“Your fun hurts.” You hated how childish your voice sounded, how whiney the words came out. You were still unused to depending on words, having lived with those who relied on body language for so long, before you were thrown into the arms of a man who delighted in misinterpretations. You shifted uncomfortably beneath your blanket, and Orion seemed to notice, a fist soon clamped around one corner and jerking your last defense away, if only so he could better evaluate your pathetic state. You continued, if only out of spite, attempting to fight away the cold as you went on. “You’re a sick fuck if you think anyone could enjoy this. I want to go outside, Orion, I want to leave. I don’t like being trapped, or threatened, or-” You stopped, abruptly, taking your cable in one hand and reveling in the resulting rattle. “-chained to the fucking floor. I’m not some… some pet you can steal and expect not to fight back.”

Another laugh, this one throaty, obvious. He squared his shoulders, a wide, careless grin spreading across his lips as he watched you glower and glare. “Can’t I, sweetheart?” Nimble fingers reached out, entangling themselves roughly in your hair and pushing it back, letting you squirm and bat at his arm as he scanned over you. “You’re a threat, to yourself and others. Remember how I found you? All bloody and helpless, stuck in one of my snares without an ounce of strength left. This is for the best. You can’t get yourself killed, here. You can’t hunt down real people, when you’ve got your collar on.”

You growled, baring your teeth. Orion’s smirk only broadened. “My pack needs--”

“Your pack should be grateful.” Suddenly, he pulled you forward, away from your protective wall and into his chest, an arm looping around your waist to keep you from writhing. You struggled, bucking and fighting as best you could, but Orion just held you tighter, closer, as if suffocating you would help to establish his dominance. “I took in a runt and gave it a proper home. If anything, they should be thanking me for getting rid of such a little nuisance.” You felt his warm breath fan over your neck, the sensation quickly followed by a short, playful kiss, ending as quickly as it was initiated. “You should be thankful, too. And pack that relies on someone who can’t even take care of themselves isn’t a pack you should want to be part of.”

Of all things, that was your breaking point, the pride in his voice and how badly you wanted to tear his arrogant tongue out. Without thinking, you threw your weight against him, knocking the man off balance as you scrambled to maintain your own. Without moonlight, you were trapped as a graceless mess of odd angles and vulnerable flesh, but you made the best of what you were given to work with, forcing your elbow into his diaphragm and slashing at his face with your sharpened nails. You broke through the skin of his cheek easily, and the feeling of hot, thick blood running over your fingertips filled you with confidence. Foolish, impulsive confidence.

You didn’t make a sound as you locked your jaw into place and lunged for his neck, but Orion was faster, more used to petty limitations. He caught your shoulder, using your propulsion to redirect your path, slamming you into the floor and pinning you on your chest, knocking the air out of your lungs. You panted breathlessly, attempting to recover, and Orion took the opportunity to pin your arms to your back, restraining you with a practiced ease. “Bad dog,” He muttered, the words barely audible. “Bad dog. All I fucking do is spoil you, and you still go and get it into your dumb little head to bite the hand that feeds you.”

You opened your mouth, a plea for forgiveness clashing violently with a vile insult, but Orion didn’t give you the chance to spit either out, only putting more pressure on the small of your back, letting something underneath his hand crack before he thought to fill the silence. “Clearly, you haven’t figured out which one of us is in charge, yet. That’s my fault, too.” He let up, but his grip didn’t loosen. Instead, it grew stronger, more firm.

More authoritative.

“I can’t expect you to behave before I take the time to train you properly.”