#her den is one of her favorite places and she lets next to no one in there that door is locked lol

[icybreaths]

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[andersonfilms]

hey baby, how’re you? so i just watched bound again, and i was thinking.. corky! ellie and violet! reader.. maybe? and ellie bends reader over counter, spanks her a little, straps her down while reader worries of her husband coming in. but ellie fucks her so good, she’s completely cockdrunk.. just maybe..

bound to fuck | ellie williams

tags: eighteen+, daddy kink, cheating, strap sex, slight voyeurism, degrading, kinda toxic!ellie, breeding kink.

an. i am ovulating and i finished a request in a reasonable amount of time! wowowowow. but hi baby! thank you for the request, i feel like i did a shit job, but i hope you enjoy it. anyways, i'm done starving my abby lovers. beefy blonde coming up next — pic credit.

wooden bookshelves, shelves with his favorite reads or at least presenting himself to be a man of literature. each book filed became decoration, pretty covers with a lot going on, but never something he could actually pick up. not quite deemed worth his time. always trapped in the responsibilities of his den but your husband keeps on a loose leash. truly, it’s his mistake. 

he’d been the one to hire her in the first place. a contractor needed to fix a few mishaps in the house and you couldn’t help yourself. no, not one bit. tattoos scattered randomly across her sun-kissed skin as if done on a whim, freckled shoulders exposed in the white tank top she wore. wet,auburn hair lightly styled with gel, a few strands framing full cheeks. from the first look, she became your nightmare. beautiful green eyes disguised in greed. 

it all happened so quickly, the heat of the moment taking a hold over any sense of responsibility. the sparkling diamond held weight but none in your heart, especially as she bent you over the white stone countertop. pants shoved down to your ankles, her cock wedged deep inside you as you stare at the oak door of your husband’s office just past the common room. 

“is this what you want? fucked like some type of whore, huh?” ellie smacks the fat of your ass, digging blunt nails into your unmarked skin. “last time wasn’t quite good enough. yeah, i know, baby. not very fun when you don’t get to come.” slender hips slam into you again as you whimper, touching a particular sensitive spot for you. 

“i’ve been so good, daddy. please, can i cum tonight?” ellie more than surprised with your manners. not even having to remind you of how to speak with her. you give in — granted, she’s already fucking you into another dimension. “i-i, c-can’t, fuck, s’hard to talk.” 

“and why is it sweetheart? can’t keep up?” ellie sends another slap to your ass, claiming the skin with her touch. gripping  your hips, she brings you back over her cock as her hips roll. “s’good for. yeah? always need daddy’s cock inside you. your husband can’t fucking satisfy you even if mine is made of plastic.” maliciously, she chuckles and you feel your cunt pulsate. crying for a release, practically begging. 

“ah—” you try to compose yourself but ellie shows no sign of stopping anytime soon. she pushes too far, sometimes. getting off to your crook husband in the other room, completely unaware his wife is getting fucked by the hired help. “els, stop being so cruel.” 

“hm, why so glum? it’s not like you actually give a fuck. pussy just needs to be filled by me. if you can’t fucking handle it, maybe you should grovel back to his medicore dick.” she leans over you, takes a breath before whispering in your ear. “what’s it gonna be, angel? want me to finish or want to go back to faking it?” 

meanwhile her pace is punishing, bringing you closer to the precipice of completion. slyly slipping her hand between your legs, toying with your clit as you gasp. “sh, baby. tell me what you want. want me to slip out and let him finish you off?” 

“fuck no.” softly, you moan her name. “want your cock, no one else’s.” 

“you sure? not afraid of being caught? could come at any moment.” the double innuendo is lost on you as you feel the familiar build in your stomach. “could spoil it, maybe. watch me as i fuck my pussy. your pussy belongs to me angel. daddy’s good girl, only mine.” 

the noise of your wet slick echoes, you know you’re close. ellie has gotten you there enough to know it too. “c’mon, i’ll do what the old fuck can’t. put a baby inside this pretty belly of yours. make sure you come home with me. forever knocked up and fucking mine.” you cum at her words, body twitching in bright white light. your vision blurred as you slump against the countertop. 

gently, she presses a kiss to the nape of you neck. your body heaving, attempting to catch your breath. “it’s okay, angel. s’good for me, yeah? mhm, s'alright. i got you.” her calloused hands smooth over your soft skin, taking her time to bring you back down to earth. “wanna go again?” 

you nod, glad she can’t see the stupid smile on your face. “better be loud this time. i mean it. you’re coming home with me tonight.” 

[atrueneutral]

Just read the last chapter of HWBASK (I somehow missed that chapter 😅) and... I've got to ask...

What does/did Raphael do when a current/potential client insults Tav?

What does/did Raphael do when a current/potential client tries to flirt or make a pass at Tav and/or tries to include some funny business involving her as part of their contract with the devil?

What does/did Raphael do when a current/potential client does both?

“Color me not surprised to see the Hero of Baldur’s Gate here,” said the brute of a man who had come to the Devil’s Den seeking a deal - as anyone always ever did.

Since arriving a minute ago, full of swagger, he was pegged by Tav to be ugly, arrogant, and unpleasant.

“Is it true, hero? You’ll fuck a devil to save a person’s soul? How many fiends have you spread your legs for?”

Ah, and what he had for brawn was there to compensate for his lack of brains.

But, to answer his question, she’d spread her legs for two fiends to be exact. One of which she fucked on a regular basis - irregardless of a soul hanging in the balance.

The very fiend (who looked quite handsome as a human) stood not too far away from where she sat pretending to read her new favorite romance novel. Being a lawful fellow (though still evil in many regards), Raphael cooly leaned against the writing desk with no outward reaction to the salacious attack against her reputation - outward being the key word. She snuck a glance from over her book and could tell he was visualizing a future where the man’s soul was nothing more than a tasty meal.

“Are you deaf, hero?” asked the man.

“Speak to me, not to her - you are here for a devil’s deal, are you not?”

The man snorted in her direction before turning his attention to Raphael.

“Alright, devil. Let’s talk.”

—

“Then we have an accord?” Raphael oozed warmth - his steps slow in taking him from the desk to the man. “You are to procure a Bag of Devouring and personally deliver it to me in this very room - in three weeks time. In return for completion of this task, I will see to the end of your rival and his gang. If you are unable to deliver the item I seek within the allotted time, then there is the unfortunate matter of a price to be paid.” 

“My soul, is that it?” asked the brute, smiling with yellowed teeth.

“Why, yes - your soul would be a fine price,” responded Raphael, smiling with devilish charm.

Anticipation burned in his eyes.

The brute was not so brainless to accept on the spot; he mulled it over for about half a minute, but it was clear he predicted a favorable outcome.

“Agreed - and I think I’ve heard of this schtick.” The brute regarded Tav. “You’re gonna travel with me, yeah, sweetheart? Help me out?”

Rather than read (for the fifth time) the paragraph in which the protagonist and antagonist expressed their hatred for one another before kissing, Tav pondered on ugly, arrogant, and unpleasant souls and what they tasted like to fiends.

Something flavorful, she supposed, for behind his mask of congeniality, Raphael was gnawing at the bit for a bite.

Snap!

An infernal pairing of contract and quill appeared in front of the brute’s face - conveniently obstructing his view of her.

“All that’s left to do is sign,” Raphael said evenly.

The brute snatched the quill from the air with his meaty hand, pointed tip and ink was put to parchment, and the words blazed after a quick scrawl of a signature. Little time was given to the man to read anything (as if his tiny brain could understand Infernal in the first place) for the signed contract quickly disappeared in a plume of smoke and embers.

“Best of luck to you,” Raphael purred, allowing a sneer to eek through.

“I’ve had worse odds before,” the brute replied with a cocky shrug. “But, speaking of luck, how about it, sweetheart? How about you give the devil a good fucking when I leave? A good fuck for good luck - all for my dear, sweet soul.”

“Infiltrating Zhentil Keep for a Bag of Devouring…” Tav whistled as she flipped to the next page. “I remember doing something eerily similar not too long ago. Whether or not you make it out as I did… well…”

She pulled a face that said: unlikely.

“Aren’t you coming with me?”

“I might be too busy fucking the devil - not for luck or for your soul, mind you.” For the first time, she met the brute’s stare - his arrogance was fraying into worry. “But because I enjoy it.”

“You’re obligated to do this with me!”

Tav laughed, “Says who or what? The rumors?”

“I put my soul on the line because of the guarantee!” The brute snarled, moving towards her in anger.

There was a flash and burst, and a large, pointed red wing fanned out to block the brute’s path. Tav was saddened that she could not witness the man’s reaction to seeing Raphael’s true form -  especially when her cambion looked so wonderfully antagonistic.

“A fool shall run a fool’s errand,” Raphael announced. “Run along, little fool.”

The brute snarled again in anger, and his bootsteps stormed for the door.

“Wait!” Tav shouted. The steps halted and Raphael refocused his glare on her. “If I were feeling up to a journey, when and where would I meet you? No guarantees, of course…”

An audible sound of relief.

“The bridge from the Lower City to Wyrm’s rock - dawn.”

After a moment, the door opened and then shut with a slam.

There was another flash and burst of fire as Raphael returned to his mortal disguise.

“Don’t look so peeved with me,” Tav scoffed. “I’m peeved with you! You know I hate Zhentil Keep…”

“You are under no obligation to go. It’s the fault of your own moral code - helping any and every mortal who steps into this den...”

“He’s not the first asshole and he won’t be the last.” Sighing, Tav closed her book and stuffed it into the pack that laid at her chair’s feet. “But, in all honesty, I won’t be too upset if you win this one either. The odds aren’t looking favorable - given your stipulation of three weeks.”

Raphael smirked. “A fair stipulation.”

“Says the devil,” came her droll reply. She stood while throwing her pack around her shoulder. “I think I’ll walk home tonight and will probably hit the hay as soon as I get back - early rise and all.”

“Mm, I’d join you on your stroll, but there are other matters I must attend to.”

Tav headed for the door. “Don’t take too long - I’ve unfortunately grown accustomed to you being in my bed.”

When she reached for the handle-

“Does it bother you?”

Raphael did not need to clarify his question; the remnants of his play, particularly the gossip that overran the city and followed the local hero wherever she went, had evolved into other less-than-savory rumors. Seeing the futility in denying the slander, Tav leaned into taking each blow on the chin and hoped that rumors of her good-deeds would one day overtake the bad.

“Some days more than others,” she answered truthfully.

Raphael blinked at her, something on his mind, but he merely nodded for the exit.

“Hurry home, dearest.”

“I will, under the fair stipulation that you hurry with your business - it’s cold out and I’ll want to wrap around my personal furnace.” She twisted the handle and opened the door. Pausing, Tav threw a last look his way. “I’m happy, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“And I’ll be happy when this man’s soul is mine,” said her beloved antagonist.

To counter, the protagonist held her head heroically high. “Not a chance in Hell, you rat-fucking-bastard.”

At that, Tav left the Devil’s Den with a smile on her face.

—-

[readychilledwine]

To Keep You From Breaking

Elain Archeron Week - Day 2 - Hope

Summary - When darkness feels as though it is approaching, Elain’s hope begins to spread to the Inner Circle through her small acts of kindness

Warnings - mentions of alcohol

A/n - A little late for @elainarcheronweek day 2, but alas, this went through heavily scrutiny and almost did not get posted. It does set up what I am about to explore heavily this week, so she got to stay. It's not my favorite thing, but it sets up the brother sister relationship I want to play with between her and Rhysand, which was ultimately the goal.

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“Whiskey…” she muttered to herself, rummaging the alcohol den Rhysand kept. “Whiskey.. whiskey.. yes!”

Elain seemed to glow as she grabbed the dusty bottle of amber liquor. She had kicked the Inner Circle out of the Moonstone Palace, telling them she would call for Rhysand or Feyre when they were allowed back.

She may not have had full control of her powers nor her situation, but Elain knew she could help. She could bring joy through her hope, her kindness, her talents in the kitchen. If this was how she could fight darkness until she gained the abilities she needed, then this is how she would fight alongside her family.

Even if she had to adjust some factors due to the Vanserra brothers being present, but she was always well prepared for a challenge.

Even if one of those challenges was a distracting one.

Peach cobbler with a whiskey glaze for Rhysand's complex tastes.

Ribeye steak with a rosemary butter to touch Cassian's love of all things protein.

Apple and feta salad to highlight Feyre's love of artistry in foods.

Butternut squash soup that was spiced with Autumnal flavors and loveliness for obvious reasons.

She touched everyone's tastes. A food, drink, or sweet to call to all of them. Something to let them know she cared, that she saw them, that she understood.

She set the grand table for a candlelit dinner with wine, spiked ciders, and hearty food, then moved to put the finishing touches on her dessert table, “Rhys,” she called for him mentally, choosing her newest best friend over her little sister. “I'm ready.”

She sent him that image. A table full of food with candle flame shimmering off the walls. Desserts so sweet they'd make your teeth ache from just a glance. Their arrival was immediate. Bodies taking seats with no care of who sat where or why.

The smell and sight was heavenly, healing parts of them untouched by anything else. Everything could wait.

There was no Beron in this place.

No Koschei.

No mortal queens raising an army.

Just family. Friends. Good food and strong wine aplenty.

Conversations flowed like the Sindra. Jokes being thrown in every direction and at everyone's expense. The mood was light for the first time in a very long time. It reminded them of safer days, or what could, and would, come.

They were strongest together and Elain knew this as she sipped her champagne. A soft calloused hand moved to hold hers under the table, squeezing softly as Rhysand caught her eye.

No words needed to pass between the two of them. The understanding was known and there. With just her inner spark, Elain brought them together, and with just her spark, she would ensure this meeting went smoothly as Night and Autumn met to discuss the change they were all ready to bring.

“Steak is good, El,” Cassian's mouth was half full. “Perfectly cooked.”

“The soup is also delicious, our sister should take notes,” Nesta put a brow up at Feyre, waiting for the new mother to sass her back.

“Says the female who offered a stale cracker.” It was Lucien. Lucien who fired back at Nesta to defend his friend before covering his mouth.

Silence quickly turned into loud laughter as Nesta immediately began justifying her choice to offer Cassian a cracker she'd carried in her pocket.

Her next act of kindness came in Rhysand's office. The House had gone quiet. Eris back in Autumn. Lucien at the Townhouse. Azriel the old Riverhouse. Cassian and Nesta at the House of Wind.

The High Lord was wide awake, though, ink dragging along parchment as he penned a letter to Helion and Thesan.

She entered the room slowly, a tray of cheese, fruits, and nuts in her hands. “I brought you snacks,” she moved to him. “A few different cheeses, fruits, your favorites.”

He glanced at her, smiling, “And you are up because?”

“Because you shouldn't be lonely.”

He helped her set the tray on the coffee table, taking a break to sit with her in his far too large office. “I'm used to being lonely-”

“Don't care,” Elain sat down, popping a chunk of cheese into her mouth. He sat across from her, studying her like she was a star ready to be mapped before him. She was an interesting creature. Soft, yet iron clad strength shined from within. Gentle, but an unmoving firmness.

“Your heart is still very human. Filled with hope,” he began. “Kindness. Curiosity.”

“You say these things like they are negative-”

“Never,” she whispered to him, her bottom lip trembling as she felt seen by him, felt her efforts paying off. “I promise.”

“No,” he immediately interrupted. “Contagious. They are contagious. Your kindness brings light, Elain. That light bring joy. That joy sparks hope.” He reached across the table, gently taking her chin between two fingers. “I told your sister this once, but be glad for your human heart, Elain. Never let it go. Never change.”

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[moxxis-bar]

This is a little bit of sad angsty request but could you do Lilith and Moxxi (platonic for both), with a reader who always asks if they can lend a hand, but never accepts help because they've been let down so many times already, that they've found its just easier to do things by themself? Headcanons preferably ^-^ (also thank you for being an active member of this community! Your writing is legit fire)

Lilith & Moxxi + Selfless! Reader Headcanons

OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY I MADE YOU WAIT THIS LONG I HOPE THIS IS OKAY

Content : Platonic, Gender Neutral Reader, No Use of Pronouns

Lilith

You were one of the newer faces in Sanctuary, still trying to find your place amongst the vault hunters but eager to prove yourself.

Busy as she might be, Lilith couldn’t not notice you with how active you were. One second you’d be helping Moxxi restock her bar, the next you’d be helping Scooter with some repairs. Hell, she often asked you to join her for missions when she needed higher numbers.

She wondered how you didn’t exhaust yourself running errands for others or stepping up when someone asked for help. There’s no shortage of needy people in Sanctuary, how could you manage helping so many of them when you also had yourself to look after?

After a successful (but exhausting) mission, she found you finally taking some time to help yourself as you carefully polished your guns.

“Hey, Killer. Hand that over, I think you’ve done enough for today. I’ve got it covered from here.”

She held her hand out waiting for you to turn in your gun, but you held on and politely declined her offer.

Initially, she’s confused. Do you think she doesn’t know how to polish a gun or something? She’s been doing this for years, y’know…

It takes her some time to get used to the idea that you’re not totally comfortable accepting help. It bothers her that some people take advantage of your good will (namely Marcus…) yet you choose to front all of your own work yourself. 

It makes her want to do better. She’s never been one to doubt her skill. She’s capable and she knows it, and she wants you to know it too. She wants you to know that if you’re willing to, you can trust her. You can come to her for whatever you need help with, whether it be an extra set of hands or a shoulder to cry on. She’ll be there for you, if you’ll accept her help.

You do so much for others, it’s about time you let someone do something nice for you.

Moxxi

After you moved into Sanctuary, you had quickly become one of her favorites. You were new, cute, and oh so eager to please!

You often helped her at the bar, polishing glasses or cleaning up spills. Sometimes, you’d even step out to help patrons who had too much to drink make it back home safely. It melted her heart to see how caring you were for the community of Sanctuary. 

It wasn’t an obligation, yet you tended to help her at the same time everyday. You’d come in late every now and then, muttering something about how Hammerlock made you poke around skag dens or how Claptrap sent you on a wild goose chase. 

“Oh sugar, I could never! If Hammerlock sent me to get mauled by skags, I’d make him exterminate the spiderant nests behind the bar!”

The thought made you laugh, but you could never make anyone pay you back, especially not like that! You were just happy to help.

You always brighten her day when you stop by, and she loved hearing about your good deed for the day.

Or at least she did, until she realized that nobody had ever helped you out. That alone was enough to make her mad. You did everything that was asked of you and more, but not a single person could do one nice thing for you?

She didn’t completely get it when you told her that nobody had ever helped you out because you didn’t accept help. It’s okay to need help sometimes. Needing help is the reason she gets to spend so much time with you, after all. 

She makes it her mission to get you to accept some form of her help. She doesn’t want to force you into something you’re not comfortable with, but she doesn’t like feeling like you’re not on equal footing with her. If you help her, it’s only fair that she helps you.

Towards the end of your shifts, she’ll make you a drink of your choice, on the house. It’s not much, and this isn’t exactly helpful, but it’s her way of giving back to you. It’s a start!

[whorety-k]

Ebony Coasts [Part 2]

I couldn't resist the allure of part two with our favorite raven man so please accept my continued rambles.

Pairing: Merfolk!Corvus Corax x fem!Marine Conservationist!Reader (second person POV)

Song recommendation: Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine

“No dawn, no day / I’m always in this twilight /In the shadow of your heart.”

Warnings: Ocean mentions / potential thalassophobia, the dull horrors of an average day at the workplace

Word Count: 2k

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Submitting your report had been a frustrating endeavor with what felt like a million following questions. How many perpetrators? “What age were they?” “Why were you out alone?” “Why were there no tracks?” If you weren’t someone who so fiercely kept their word, you would have wondered if the paperwork of telling the world about the existence of mermaids was better than the droning interrogation by your supervisors. Thankfully, the excuse of nightfall and the surprising lack of CCTV around the marine protected area allowed you to actually get away with the lies you were feeding into your statements. Your submission to make that area of the beach quarantined off from the surrounding sands was approved, which you celebrated eagerly. Your reputation and knowledge definitely helped the push.

Your patience, however, could be better. You tried to return to Corvus’s beach the very next night, determined to let him know that he wasn’t going to be bothered by your agency any longer (and perhaps fully convince yourself that he was, in fact, real). You nearly missed the cave during your search; Corvus must have put more effort into concealing his newest home, as the entrance was thoroughly hidden amongst new coastal vegetation that wasn’t present the night before. 

It shouldn’t have been surprising that he was nowhere to be seen, his den left empty aside from the sloshing of water as you searched for him. Still, you were determined to gain the merman’s favor. The items you had taken from him as ‘evidence’ had unfortunately already been disposed of, so you had to resort to doing the next best thing. You left a proud silver pearl from your own trinket stash on one of the shelf-like rock formations deeper within the cavern. Seeing no other reason to stick around or snoop any longer, you headed home.

When your supervisor slaps down a manila folder detailing Corvus’s beach under the watch of you and your team, you could have hollered. You instead thank her politely before she returns to her own tasks, figuring an outburst wouldn’t have a great place in the quiet office. A quick read through the included documents and permits informs you that your team is now directly responsible for observation and maintenance of the shoreline, detailing the duties specific to you and each other member. Nothing appears to be too invasive toward your mysterious new friend– if you can call him that. 

The first week out is spent surveying. It’s a task you’re intimately familiar with at this point in your career: taking notes on the flora and fauna of the area and their current condition, measuring certain formations’ levels of erosion and wear. It’s easy to fall into a flow state and forget yourself, not finding much of note as you converse with your coworkers and strategically leave out the depth of a certain familiar structure.

On the third day of the survey, you find that you’re the only one of your team to show up. A frustrated huff leaves your lips as you withdraw your phone in haste, tapping away inquiring messages and finding out that everyone but you has a convenient case of the common cold. You roll your eyes as you pocket the device. Surveying can be incredibly boring work– you really, truly know– but it’s important for record keeping. With your hands tucked into your jacket, a pack full of equipment, and your trusty waders to keep you dry, you set off along a safe path down the cliffside. 

You reach the coastline without a hitch and set off to get started on today’s work. Time flies by as you check off each necessary task. The sun is nearly setting by the time you get around to making a routine documentation of the native succulents, when a piercing sensation of unease stops you cold. A look left or right reveals nothing of note, nothing out of place. You suppress the shiver down your spine as you kneel down and withdraw a metal pen from your backpack. Halfway through noting the species name of the invasive aizoaceae, the distinct prickle at the back of your neck becomes too much. You groan as you stand, brushing off your knees and turning around. 

A mixture of a gasp and shriek leaves your throat when you come face to face with a familiar figure standing directly at your back, startling him almost as much as he startled you. 

“Corvus–,” you choke out, placing a hand on your chest as you catch your breath. 

The merman gives you an apologetic look. His baritone voice clears the tension in the air. “My apologies; I did not intend to alarm you."

You take a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh to calm yourself, looking up at the giant before you. You offer a pacifistic hand his way as you speak, “Apology accepted, but please stop doing that. I don’t want to die of a heart attack anytime soon.”

Corvus looks at your hand with marked confusion, much the same way he did the previous week. Mirroring his previous action, he tentatively places his much larger hand over your own. “It would be unpleasant to have to dispose of your body,” the merman utters.

You give Corvus an incredulous look before it clicks that he’s making a joke. You chuckle at his words, squeezing one of the digits of his hand before placing your hands in your pockets. 

The peaceful staring contests between the two of you are starting to feel strangely comfortable as he observes you. In the waning sunlight, you get a far better look at his form than you could have in his cavern. Although still so starkly black and white, you’re able to see the muted grays and silvers speckled within his fins and scales. Looking at his fins, you notice that there’s actually quite a few more of them than you had originally observed. The dorsal fin at his back separates into a second caudal fin that wraps around the base of his tail. Two fins that would be pectoral fins on a regular fish lay at his sides just above the transition from skin to scale. Ventral fins trail below his hips at his front, obfuscating any anatomy you would have rudely just stared at. Corvus Corax has more similarities to a black betta fish than any other marine animal you could think of. 

“You gifted me a pearl.”

The sound of the merman’s voice causes you to look back up at him.

“Was there a purpose for it?” he asks, leaning down to be closer to your level. The movement only serves to reinforce just how large he is compared to you, at least twice your size.

You momentarily gather your words. “I wanted to make up for the things I took from you earlier,” you reply, “I know it doesn’t make up for the entire thing but–”

“Thank you,” Corvus interrupts, the ghost of a grin on his face. The expression is so subtle in the abyss of his almond eyes that it’s nearly invisible, but the upturn of his normally ever-frowning lips is hard to miss.

You feel your cheeks warm at the genuine show of gratitude from the giant, excitement palpitating in your chest. You reflect that smile back at him. “I’m in charge of conservation at your beach now,” you shift topics with ease, enjoying the merman’s presence as he seems to slowly open up to you, “You’ll be seeing me around a lot more often.”

“Is that so?”

“I’ll be able to leave you a few more presents from time to time.”

The way the large mer faintly perks up like an excited dog at your promise melts your heart in an instant, and you hide your disappointment when Corvus tempers himself, taking on the more solemn posture characteristic of him. “I will be grateful for each of them,” the merman responds with grace, “but perhaps refrain from using pearls in the future.”

A sinking feeling fills you. It had taken you two entire hours to decide on what you were going to give Corvus for your official ‘sorry for stealing your hoard’ offering, and it distressed you to think that he didn’t like it as much as you had thought he would. You decide to apologize. “Shit, I’m sorry. Are pearls not your thing?”

Corvus emanates a low chuckle, the first of that specific sound you had heard come from the man. It reminded you of a low drum. His answer comes warmly, “The pearl was lovely. I am rather fond of them.”

You quirk your head at him, perplexed. “Oh… okay?” Your voice raises with confusion, a silent question laced within your remark.

Corvus’s face twists with brief intensity as he struggles to determine what to say. He exhales as he looks down at his tail fin. The look on his face can only be described as bashful, and for once it isn’t you struggling to respond. He keeps his face angled away from you when he eventually explains, “I find it difficult to deny a marriage proposal from someone so well-meaning.”

If your cheeks had only been warm before, they could make the sun itself shy away now. You gawk at him like a fish (a surprising twist of events, as the human in the situation), stammering as embarrassment quickly floods through your nervous system. 

Both of you share the awkward moment unable to figure out a suitable response, Corvus cringing at his words and you hastily trying to apologize. 

“I am grateful for your interest,” Corvus finally says in an attempt to ease the tension, “but I am not one to make such decisions hastily, so please allow me to ponder it.”

Words finally claw their way out of your throat. “I wasn’t trying to propose!” you accidentally bellow, making Corvus jump. You wrangle your emotions in, exerting visible force, before you continue. Your voice levels out, “...I just wanted to give you something back. They threw everything I took from you away already, so I couldn’t retrieve anything.”

Corvus’s expression is unreadable as he turns his head to fully look at you, mouth slightly agape. His lips seal and he nods, seeming relieved and… something else? “That greatly simplifies things,” is his short response.

You place your hands at the side of your head, grumbling, “Is there anything else I need to know about gifting you so I don’t accidentally, I don’t know, curse your family and insult your bloodline?”

The attempt at humor eases the giant in front of you and earns another soft chuckle. When he makes to lay upon his chest, the pink of the setting sun reflects off of the scant silver scales along his body. He settles upon his elbows, one clawed hand resting upon the other. A Corvus-sized trail in the wet sand behind him comes into view before you decide to sit down beside him, crossing your legs and resting your elbows on your knees. Corvus examines how your legs move with curiosity, shifting his tail into a more comfortable loose curl. It protects you from any of the more ambitious waves that travel up the beach. 

“Any genuine token from you will be received positively,” the merman states.

You nod appreciatively to him, then turn your attention back to your previous task. As the sun dips below the horizon, you take the tranquil moment to finish up your survey notes, jotting down the remaining information about the invasive flora. Corvus’s eyes focus on your work, and he shifts closer to observe it. You complete your statement and shut your notebook with a dull thump, placing it at your side and clicking your writing utensil shut. When you shift to grab your backpack from behind you, your gaze lands on the jet merman. Even with his stony exterior, you can see how plainly his ebony eyes transfix upon the silver pen.

“...No.”

“Pardon?”

“You can’t have my pen.”

Corvus pouts.

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I'm absolutely whipped for this man and already thinking about making this a slow burn series for the month of May.

Also if anyone has any feedback, please to tell!! I enjoy everything from constructive criticism to incoherent keyboard mashing and your tags keep me inspired.

Until next time, my loves <3

[Part 3]

[amymaleneart]

(I don’t know if you’re still answering roleplaying questions for your Stardust Veterinary au, so if this bothers you please discard this ask!)

*a small human child looks up from the little den of blankets they’re mother made them. They look around the strange room and at the other humans walking and talking around the little space.*

*Mama had hid them as soon as they were born. No other humans knew about the child. Said child perks up, heading popping fully out of the blanket den when they spot their Mama walking towards them*

“Mama?”

*the human freezes and quickly looks over her shoulder then up. A big blurry yellow blob and blue blob was walking towards all the humans*

The child giggles

(Sorry this was so long! Still not use to roleplaying! Have an amazing day or night!)

(No problem at all. This sounds like fun! I'll let you know, I might always respond as quickly because of responsibilities and stuff. But I do happen to have a moment to start this.)

(So I'm going to say this happens at a different time than the current rpg ask questions. Simply because it looks like this ask seems to be taking place at a shelter rather than the vet's office)

Dr. Moontiedea and Dr. Sunafetia has made their monthly trip to the SuperStar Daykaair Shelter for check-ups of all the sweet little humans who are waiting for their new homes. This is something the two veterinarians love to do, free of charge, knowing how hard it is to get proper care for the residents of this no-kill shelter.

As they entered, they are greeted with a cheerful smile by one of the volunteers that they had met a while ago. The cosmodian with black raven wings and glowing green eyes takes them to the back where the humans are kept in an open space with individual cubicles that allows the humans to run around as they please while having some sort of privacy in their little nests.

As soon as they step into the room, many of the humans perks up and runs over to them in such excitement like they were the mascots of a large entertainment establishment. This is always Sun's and Moon's favorite part of their visit, seeing all the humans in their very adorable mannerism and features. Each of them as cute as the next. (But no one as cute as Stardust, of course.)

As Sun was playing with a particular wiggly one, his many ears picks up a tiny sound of giggles coming from one of the cubicles. He turns to look to see what it could be. He almost couldn't suppress a squeal of excitement as he sees a tiny kit hidden in one of the nest of blankets.

"Moonie. Moonie." he whispers to his brother.

Moon slightly reluctantly looks away from a pair of humans that is trying to climb onto his lap and ask, "Yes Sun? What is it?"

"Look of there," Sun quietly says while using his tail to point towards the cute little surprise.

Moon carefully looks over and sees the little kit just before the presume mama rushes over to hid them in the nest of blankets.

"Oh," he says. "It looks like we missed that one from our last visit."

"It looks like we missed them from the last few visits," Sun says as he carefully stands up after placing the wiggly one back onto the ground. "I don't recall there being any kits here before and that kit looks like they are only a few months old. And I'm certain that human has been here for a long while now."

"Which means her kit is long overdue for their vaccinations," Moon added as he also stands up. "But I don't think Mama will be willing to let us take them based how protective she's being."

"How do you think we should go about this?" ask Sun, as he tries not to look where the kit is hidden.

"Hmm," Moon says as he stands there to think of a good plan.

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[strawberryshortcake1495]

The Owl House Zoo 🦉

Hello dear visitors, and welcome to The Owl House Zoo! My name is Riliane, and I will be your tour guide today. Please follow me for the tour to begin!

Here, we have the Titan Goddess and the Cotton Candy Haired Goddess, but we all like to refer to them as Luz and Amity. Amity is a witch who’s joined containment with Luz because of their everlasting love. Luz is a Titan and human hybrid which is extremely rare in this world so there are people out there who have her on their hit-list, but The Owl House Zoo is the most safest place in the city. Unfortunately, they’re both infertile but they’re both extremely docile, so they’re safe to approach. Ah, it looks like they woke up.

Luz: Oh…I didn’t know you had a tour going on today. You should’ve told us to wake up early…

Amity: Who are you talking to, Luz?

Luz: Just the zookeeper and some visitors.

Amity: Alright… *goes back to sleep*

We’ll come right back to you Luz, but let’s move on and let these two get ready for the day. Here, we have the witches. This is Eda, Raine, Willow, and a bunch of other witches. It’s pretty crowded in here, but it appears the other witches are elsewhere inside the cage. Eda had a son named King but because he’s a Titan, she cannot be contained in the same cage as him because a witch and a titan together is extremely dangerous. We still love her, though!

Eda: You! What did you do to my kids, you motherfu-

Raine: Eda, we have visitors!

Willow: Let us out of this cage!

Let’s move on. Speaking of King, here’s him now! The titans were once powerful creatures who ruled the Demon Realm but one day, they got in a big war with these creatures called the Archivists and this little guy is the last living titan for as far as we know. At first, he was a little fussy but he’s grown used to living in the zoo.

King: *eating a treat and notices you* Oh, hey.

Hi, King! We’ll be moving on now.

King: Bye! *waves*

Here, we have the Collector. They’re a young Archivist, and they’re very small for their age. The Collector is an affectionate and loving creature, so we here at the Owl House Zoo actually encourage you to play with them! They love playing games and making new friends, and speaking of friends, the Collector is actually best friends with King. Despite their family history, they’ve managed to form a friendship stronger than no other.

Collector: Ooo, visitors! *runs up to the fence and looks up at you with starry eyes* Hi, I’m the Collector! Wanna be my friend?

*You reach out and gently ruffle his hair.*

Collector: Hehe, that tickles!

We have to get going now, Collector, but the next tour group will come see you in a bit, okay?

Collector: Okay! Bye-Bye!

What a sweet kid…he’s my personal favorite. Anyways, we’re entering the Grimwalker den. This place used to be flooded with these guys but now there’s only one left because of the…nevermind. Here’s Hunter! He’s a very hostile and defensive grimwalker, and honestly, I can’t blame him. Try to avoid eye contact, as that can make him anxious and angry. That scar right there is from Eda, because one time we thought it was a good idea to put all the creatures together in a cage to have fun but that didn’t go so well…What? You think I’m mistreating these guys? Hey, I’m just a tour guide. I would’ve put his cage near the main pathway of the zoo but the guys in charge say he’s “too dangerous” and that he might “hurt the little ones”. Oh, it looks like he fell asleep. Poor baby…he looks exhausted. Anyways, shall we move on to the next?

Here, we have the puppets. They’re kinda like real life NPCs. Last year during the Collector’s 8th birthday party, he accidentally shot some sort of spell at a party guest, creating a puppet. He tells us he can’t control it so we’ve contained most of them inside this cage. The reason I say most and not all of them is because some puppets are promoted to zookeepers based on good behavior. We’re not sure the puppets have any…sentience or what not? They either just stand, lay down, or walk around the cage mindlessly. Anyways, let’s get a move on.

I saved the best for last. Here in this den are the palismen! This is Ghost, Clover, Emmiline, Owlbert, Stringbean, and Waffles! There used to be a cardinal here named Flapjack but he died due to the- um…nevermind, anyways Stringbean and Waffles replaced him. Stringbean arrived a year ago and Waffles arrived in February. We’ll always remember Flapjack, but it’s important not to shun the new palismen because of the past. Change can be difficult, but it’s how we grow. It can be the hardest thing to realize you can't hold on to something forever. Sometimes, you have to let it go. But of the things you let go, you'd be surprised what makes its way back to you.

And that concludes our tour. If you have any questions, feel free to ask; and if you don’t, thank you for visiting The Owl House Zoo! Come back again soon and have a wonderful day!

(You can ask questions by reposting and stating your question.)

[madangel19]

10 with dewaether pls <3

10. …desperately. Ohhhh, this is gonna be an angsty one ya'll

Word Count: 749

Content: Just some kissing and angst before Dewdrop leaves for the Re Imperatour with the band

Dewdrop’s heart was racing and his head was pounding as he stood in the busy ghoul den. His pack mates were busy preparing for the tour and talking amongst themselves as they packed their bags. He had already packed, but he was missing something. That something was his favorite ghoul who wouldn’t be coming along on the tour. 

“It’s just a few months, Dewy. He’ll still be here when we get back,” Mountain reassured him as he guided him upstairs.

The church was bustling with activity but Dewdrop ignored everything. He seemed to move in slow motion toward the exit. A gentle push from Swiss made him go a bit faster. 

He had to go, but he didn’t want to leave his mate behind. Aether had his reasons to stay behind, but it crushed Dewdrop when he broke the news to him. He wanted to fight Sister for making such a stupid decision, but laying so much as a finger on her would have him sent right back to the Pit. 

Dewdrop heard crying from behind him and he turned to see the ghoulettes hugging Sunshine who was glowing despite the tears running down her cheeks.

“I’ll call you guys everyday! Go and make us proud!” She cried, pecking Aurora on the cheek and then pulling Cumulus and Cirrus into a tighter hug. 

Dewdrop noticed a familiar ghoul walking up to him and he felt his heart flutter at the sight of him. There was a sad look in Aether’s eyes despite the smile on his lips when he noticed Dewdrop. 

“Let’s go, you guys! The plane leaves in three hours!” Copia announced.

The ghouls began picking up their bags and made their way out to the buses, but Dewdrop couldn’t go. Not yet.

He dropped his bags and rushed over to Aether who held out his arms to him. Dewdrop ran into his arms, nearly knocking the bigger ghoul over with a grunt. Aether got his footing and held Dewdrop in a tight hug. 

“This is gonna fucking suck. I should stay,” Dewdrop murmured, nuzzling his chest. 

“The band needs you, Firefly. I’ll be okay here with Sunshine. I’ll call you every night and we can even video chat. You’ll be okay,” Aether replied, petting his hair. That was always nice, but it simply wasn’t enough. He needed to smell and feel him, which was why he packed some of Aether’s shirts in his bags. 

“Dewdrop! We gotta go. Sbrigati per favore!” Copia called from outside. He was starting to sound frantic.

Dewdrop gave Aether another hug, feeling all the more reluctant to let him go.

“It’s okay, Firefly,” Aether whispered.

Dewdrop looked up at him with pure love in his eyes before he placed both hands on either side of his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Tears ran down his cheeks as he took in his wonderfully sweet and smoky taste. He wanted to remember this moment. Sure, he was going to be gone for just a few months and they would be back in no time, but being away from him for so long was going to be hell.

Aether sighed into the kiss, deepening it and filling his lungs with his sweet breath. He held him tight, wrapping his tail around his middle and giving him a loving squeeze. Dewdrop could feel his quintessence putting him at ease as he slowly pulled away from the kiss to breathe. He wanted to kiss him again, but there was simply no more time.

“I love you, Dew. Go before Copia gets pissed off,” Aether said, taking his hand and giving it a kiss before letting him go.

Dewdrop nodded, holding his hand close to his chest and feeling Aether’s warmth deep in his lungs. 

“See you soon, Aeth. I love you too,” he murmured as he turned to pick up his bags. He didn’t want to leave, but his feet pushed him toward the exit. 

He looked back at Aether, eyes filled with tears. Sunshine stood next to Aether, wiping at her eyes as she held his hand. How he was going to survive these next few months without him was going to be a challenge, but they each had their loving pack members with them to love and support them. 

Dewdrop waved back at them, feeling his heart swell with love as they waved back. He sniffled and turned back to the bus where the rest of the band was waiting for him.

[intrepiddreamx]

Hi! I've been loving Diplomatic Ties, it's quickly become my favorite destiny fic.

I have a question though; if Chiisori and the gang had seen Meren's "love bite," how would they react? It was pretty clearly made by an eliksni, yes?

Looking forward to the next chapter! Thank you for writing such an amazing fanfic ::D

Hey there! Thanks for the kind words, and I'm glad you're enjoying the story!

To answer your question - the King crew seeing the mark would have been a disaster.

It's a pretty common headcanon that in Eliksni culture, a "love bite" or bondmark is a signifier of matehood between a bonded pair. For Meren, a human, to bear such a meaningful mark would be highly unusual, and to the Eliksni mind, would immediately signal an intimate relationship with an Eliksni partner. (Yes, she could have been bitten in combat, theoretically. But what are the odds of a Vandal-sized Eliksni managing to bite the great Wolf Slayer on the shoulder and all the way through her armor?)

This likely would have been extremely offensive to Chiisori and his crew, being from the more traditional House of Kings. Considering when DT takes place in canon (the Houses aren't really even communicating with each other and human/Eliksni relations are exclusively hostile outside the Reef), the Kings would probably have reacted with a mixture of shock, disgust, and outrage. To them, such a perversion of sacred traditions would be unacceptable, and Meren could fully expect to get the grilling of a lifetime from Chiisori. Their ireliis would hold, but only barely.

At that point, Meren's probably getting fast-tracked to the Kell Den to explain herself to Craask. And what would Craask do? If his treatment of Uldren in canon is anything to go by, Meren's in for a real bad time. What's more, let's hope Craask doesn't have Variks's dental records on file, because if there's one person Craask detests, it's Variks.

It's definitely an intriguing 'what if' scenario that could have taken the story in a whole different direction.

Anyway, thank you for the ask! Hopefully, this isn't the last we've seen of Chiisori and his crew! ::3

[missjoolee]

Ray has always been a bit scatterbrained. It was honestly one of the traits that endeared his sweet Rose to him when they were dating, and teasing him as he searched for an item he just had was one of her favorite past times during their marriage. But after she died, it got worse. All thanks to the insomnia. As if suddenly being a single parent wasn’t difficult enough, suddenly he was misplacing his keys, resulting in being consistently late to things. He would forget to go grocery shopping and they ordered pizza way too often. He constantly had Victoria and other well meaning people asking if everything was okay? Did he need help?

He just needed some sleep. But each night he would lay down, toss and turn, doze for an hour or two and then be wide awake for hours. The only upside was he was awake when Carlos or Julie needed him, overwhelmed by their grief in the dark of night during those first months.

As time passed, as they healed together, things got easier. He learned to buy tomato sauce and spaghetti in bulk for the times he forgot to go grocery shopping, and he’d finally given in to Victoria’s offers of help with meals as well. He still misplaced things more often than before, but his kids, his beautiful kids, helped him out wearing the same teasing smirks his Rose used to give him. And slowly, he was sleeping longer, deeper, than he had in months.

It’s when Julie gets kicked out of the music program that he starts having sleepless nights again. It’s been difficult watching her struggle with music all this time, but he didn’t realize how much he was struggling watching it, not knowing how to help her, until the school made their decision.

It’s different from before. For starters, it’s not every night, it wasn’t even that first night after Julie had started cleaning out the garage. And even when he heard her play the next morning, and he felt more peace and relief than he had in forever, he still would find himself unable to fall asleep some nights. Victoria notices the bags under his eyes and he can tell she’s worried that he’s backsliding in his progress, so he is quick to assure her it’s not the same this time. It feels like when he was there for his kids, even though he’s alone. He will toss and turn until finally giving up and walking down into the kitchen or into the den to his home computer. He talks to Rose sometimes, other times just musing his thoughts aloud. And the strange thing is eventually, almost like a physical feeling, he knows he can go back to his bed and will sleep through the rest of the night.

It’s one such night as he has given in to make a middle of the night grilled cheese, narrating what he has learned the past year to do and not do to get the perfect sandwich, that he hears the gentle thumps of Julie’s footsteps coming down the stairs. He can tell because Carlos practically does a control fall down the stairs he moves so fast, while Julie usually isn’t in any rush.

“Everything okay, Julie?” he asks before she’s even rounded the banister. He slides the spatula under the grilled cheese and lifts it over to the plate he has waiting.

“Yeah. Just getting a glass of wa-” she cuts off as she rounds the corner, staring at the counter opposite the stove. Her gaze lingers for a long moment, before moving to the sandwich he was now cutting in half into triangles. “-ter. Everything okay here?”

“Yeah. Just felt like a late night snack. Want half?” he offers.

She smiles but shakes her head, gaze drifting back to the counter across from him, before she makes her way over to the sink to fill a glass with water. “No thanks. Just water for me tonight.”

Ray shrugs, taking a bite. He leans against the counter and watches his daughter, his heart swelling at the huge steps she’s taken these past weeks. As she turns back, he reaches out to intercept her, pulling her to his side with one arm. He places a kiss on the top of her head. “I am so proud of you, Mija.”

Her arm squeezes him back, not letting go as she drinks her water and he eats his sandwich, both looking forward across the stove and counter both lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly a giant smiles grows on her face and she looks up at him. “You’re a good dad. I’m lucky you’re mine.”

“I’m the lucky one to have such great kids. Where did that come from?” She steps out from his side and grabs the second half of his sandwich.

“It’s late, Papi. You should go to sleep.”

He opens his mouth to argue, but then that feeling overtakes him. The one that says he’ll be able to fall asleep. “I think you mean we should go to sleep. It’s a school night.”

She laughs at him as she bites into the sandwich and heads for the stairs.

[huntersmoon1]

JUST PUTTING THIS HERE!

IF ANYONE IS wondering where the gif in my header is from, it’s from the Netflix movie Damsel. A new favorite of mine.

Also the chapters I post for RoR and RoR:Jack the ripper case files are not leaks,

they are official Japanese releases and here’s the link to the site. Be warned for some chapters you must buy tickets to unlock. The link is also in my bio.

On to the imagines ⬇️

•Ok I just saw a fan art of Hyoga from dr.stone as a beastman and now I want a similar plot to this but for Hyoga only.

•And instead of a clouded leopard he’s a leucistic leopard of the African variety, no not in the race swapping sense. And on that note you know Tsukasa would be a lion beastman.

•single dad beastman Hyoga has two young cubs, one is leucistic like beastman Hyoga and able to walk around in his beast form but crawl in his beastman form.

•The other melanistic and has brown fur with black rosettes and able only able to crawl on her belly in her beast form and not able to move around at all in her beastman form since she’s only a few days old.

•They dress the same and have the same ability to shift and have the same physical characteristics like the pouch as Jack (see the below pictures) and the life style is the same as with Jack.

•They live in their cozy den deep in the jungle beneath the roots of a large uprooted tree.

•The den is far from any bodies of water to prevent the den being flooded during the monsoon seasons and hidden by tall grasses and flowers to mask his cubs scents from those who would kill his cubs for food, like anything bigger than the cubs that eats meat, sport like poachers and hunters, or to just eliminate future competition like other jaguars, both beastmen and regular jaguars.

•They get sucked through a portal from their cozy den Into the world of dr.stone.

•Beastman Hyoga quickly finds what he deems to be a safe place to use as a temporary den to hide his cubs in while he goes to survey there new environment and go hunting.

•While beastman Hyoga is away from the den Ginro finds the den and the cubs.

•Being the idiot he is, he grabs the cubs and runs back to senku and the gang to show them strange creatures he found.

•Chaos ensues.

———

•Love&deepspace boys Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel. Same plot/concept different characters⬇️.

•original post⬇️.

•ROR JACK AND NOAH SINGLE DAD BEASTMAN AU IDEA! IF YOU WANT TO WRITE IT LET ME KNOW! THIS IS CRACK I KNOW BUT MOST IF NOT ALL MY IDEAS ARE!

•Au single dad jaguar beastman Jack and Noah and their tiny daughters fall through a portal in their world from their cozy den deep in the jungle beneath the roots of a large uprooted tree far from any bodies of water to prevent the den being flooded during the monsoon seasons and hidden by tall grasses and flowers to mask their cubs scents from those who would kill their cubs for food like anything bigger than the cubs that eats meat, sport like poachers and hunters, or to just eliminate future competition like other jaguars both beastmen and regular jaguars.

•They fall through the portal right into the arena while the match between Leónides and Apollo is going on in the RoR world.

•Beastman Jack and Noah and their daughters dress similar to this minus the rope around his neck. ⬇️(The guy in the picture is the good guy I promise.)

•

•But look more like the next pic ⬇️ .

•Jack has albino fur with faint silver rosettes and his daughter from this mating season has brown fur and black rosettes while the older one from the previous mating season has white fur and more visible silver rosettes since she is leucitic instead of albino.

•Noah has melanistic black as night fur with slightly darker black rosettes and his cub has the common golden fur with black rosettes.

•I headcanon that Jack is at least 5 to 10 years older than Noah after think about it for a while so Jack has sired many offspring and has 10 years worth of experience.

•He has successfully raised almost every single one to adulthood except for the cubs from his first three mating seasons.

•He remembers the mistakes he made in the first three mating season out of the 10 seasons he’s been raising his cubs.

•The first cubs drowned during a monsoon that started while he while he was out hunting because the den he chose was to close to a river that’s water level was low before the monsoon began.

•The second was killed by a predator because they stayed in one den for too long and a predator picked up his cubs scent and killed them while he was away hunting.

•He returned to find his cubs dead and half eaten with the killer long gone, killed for food or to eliminate future competition.

•He tracked the killers scent and killed it so it wouldn’t try to make a meal of any of his cubs in the future.

•The third was killed because the den wasn’t hidden well enough and he was followed when he brought a kill back to the den for his cub.

•The next day when he came back to the den after a hunt he found only blood and the scent of a poacher, his cub was killed for sport by a bullet of some sick poacher who thought it would make a nice mantelpiece.

•Jack tracked them down and killed them the next day, the locals knew of his crime and why he was killed because he’d been bragging about his prize the night before. (Think of the animation Wolfsong on YouTube.)

•His cub from the previous mating season is old enough that she can run around and play, unknowingly practicing hunting through play often sneaking up and pouncing on her father or Noah or playing with their tails the way tiger cubs do but is still young enough to be in her fathers pouch and to nurse, not quite old enough to be weaned off his milk but old enough to be introduced to meat, she doesn’t stay in the pouch quite as much as her newborn younger sister but is still in there a lot like when sleeping or nursing or when she’s not playing and wants to cuddle.

•Meanwhile Noah is new to the game and his newborn cub is his first cub of his first mating season so he goes to Jack for advice when he needs it or leaves his cub with Jack when he needs a break or just needs to go hunting. Jack will also leave his own cubs with Noah when he needs a break or goes hunting.

•They can change between their semi furry form and their all animal form like in the picture and they do have tribal markings on various parts of their body’s but their semi furry form has more fur they have fur everywhere but their face,neck,and center of their chest, and Jack and Noah each have a pouch like a marsupial that they keep their daughters in when they’re not out hunting or fighting.

•Although the walls of the pouch are thick and cushioned enough to keep the cubs safe and uninjured even if they get deep lacerations on the pouch or if they fall on their belly from a great height if they have to fight while the cub is in the pouch.

•Beastman Jack and Noah also have four teets inside their pouchs that produce milk for their cubs, like kangaroos since they gotta feed their mammal babies somehow, and the females just give birth and ditch like some species do.

•Their back/lower legs are a fusion of human legs and jaguar hind legs and their faces look human just no human ears, having jaguar ears on top of their heads, their eyes look a little more cat like, and they have whiskers although Jack still has his mustache along with the whiskers. They have retractable claws and long canine teeth.

��(jaguars have the longest canines and strongest bite and muscles relative to body size of all the big cats meaning the tigers bite and muscles are stronger but if the jaguar was the same size as the tiger there would be no competition the jaguar would win hands down.)

•In both forms they are just as flexible as any cat, especially since when they have no access to clean water or if they need to brush there fur, they clean their fur the same way cats do, gotta be able to clean the places humans can’t reach without a back scrubber, and inside their pouch as well as the cubs when their in or out of the pouch, without assistance since they’re mostly solitary, the also have a tongue like a cat backwards facing bristles and all.

•They can speak the human language but also can comunícate like their animal counterparts in both forms for example roaring, growling, purring, chuffing, crying, calling, hissing, exe.

•In the au beastman Jack and Noah are from the males are the ones to raise there offspring for there whole lives and the females have no part in it they just mate,give birth,and they’re gone like some species of animals.

•Their kind are mostly solitary except for fathers and their offspring or siblings or when it’s mating season, with the exception of Jack and Noah who were raised by their mothers together cuz the fathers ditched before they were born, so their mothers couldn’t pass them over to their fathers right after birth.

•

•RoR people postpone the fight to try and get the familiar beastman out of the arena.

•Jack and Hlokk’s reactions to seeing all this on her tv.

•Apollo being the narcissistic god he is and having zero regard for boundaries, sees jaguar Jacks and Noah’s pouches and being the asshole he is just moves at the speed of light and takes out what’s in their pouches just as fast (aka jaguar Jacks and Noah’s tiny beastman cub daughters).

• The younger cubs starts crying while the older one starts wriggling around trying to scratch and bite apollos arm while growling her baby growl and roaring her baby roar cuz they’re scared and confused at very suddenly not being in the warm safety of their fathers pouches.

•They don’t recognize the scent of the person holding them in his hands in a not so comfortable way and in a way that they can’t see who’s holding them.

•Their voices sound like a fusion of a very young jaguar cub and a human baby.

•Jaguar Jack and Noah growl in warning after they ask Apollo politely to give their cubs back and when Apollo doesnt cuz lesser beings dont give Apollo orders, its followed by loud roars and then chaos ensues cuz jaguar Jack and Noah are not having it.

•Later Jaguar Jack and Noah and their daughters are sent to Hlokk’s room and Jack and Hlokk meet the beastmen and their cubs. Jaguar Jack and Noahs cubs nurse inside their pouches cuz their hungry, and because suckling (either for nursing or like when a human baby sucks on a binky) helps babies calm down.

•After a while jaguar Jacks and Noahs daughters come out of the pouches while their fathers are laying down, the younger ones crawling around on their fuzzy baby bellies while the older one looks to her father first in silent question to see if it’s safe to come out, then crouches low while slowly walking around, sniffing the air, wide eyed and curious but cautious after what happen with Apollo.

•The cubs explore their new surroundings and meet Jack and Hlokk.

•

•This is a very informative about Jaguars living in the jungle. ⚠️ Be warned though there is brief male genitalia shown once or twice because jungle natives I think so watch with caution.

•Not my best edit but here’s a rough idea of how the look in my head. I just noticed I forgot to add a tail.

[dangermousie]

Farscape rewatch: 2x01

I really like this episode, Mind the Baby, because it leads so beautifully into themes of S2: the ambiguity of Crais, the growing bond between John and Aeryn (and them being each other's solace), the bond between the crew, the shadow of Scorpius and John's unbalance transforming into insanity. I know S3 is most people's favorite, but Season 2, with its sheer desperation, is mine.

Long so behind keep reading...

John is quite on edge in MtB and it's only the beginning. He is the one threatening to hunt down Crais. He is the one who walks into Talyn and manages to kidnap Crais through sheer balls and disregard for safety. 

This is not a well man. When Crais says Talyn will kill him if he kills Crais, John says it’s a fair price and he means it. Or how about this:

His trademark snark though is so old John peeking through this new walking trauma iteration and it remains constant through the whole run because it really is his coping mechanism.

His hatred of Crais (understandably) is set in stone but John is getting edgier and more off-key even as early as here, and you can tell. I remember reading BB say that he played John as reaction too much to little things and not enough to big ones because torture messed him up and you can see that (and of course, later the writers incorporated this into their concept of the chip). 

And the way their roles switch and how far John has come from the naive sweet pacifist of the start and how much further he still has to go; he couldn’t have survived otherwise but it is still tragic.

And yet, as early as this, you see that Aeryn is John's comfort and vice versa. When Aeryn is feeling disappointed about failing to get Talyn out of Crais' grasp, you see her and John sitting, comfortable, folded into each other, and he is playing with her hair, and the sheer peace, for both of them, of the gestures and the posture and the words, is immeasurable. John is stilled and Aeryn is at peace. It made me think of the scene in S4's Mental as Anything, where once again, Pilot's den is their peaceful place, under very different circumstances (I think Pilot is OK with it more because of Aeryn than of John).

Aeryn never taking easy solace is such a constant about her. But also, all these incredibly tender, open scenes are between them when they are in no way official couple and neither has even began to define, even to themselves, what they are to each other, somehow hits even harder.

(Side note - how telling it is that here Aeryn is the optimist, the one who thinks maybe Crais can change and John, the one who started the show always willing to give everyone a second chance, is having difficulty with the concept.)

Oh and earlier - his and Aeryn's non-good-bye and damn Crais or anyone else who is watching, with interlaced hands, and the looks, and the not-saying-goodbye? I literally let out and audible noise.

Love Crais pretty much rolling his eyes btw...

And then we also have D'Argo and John bond (eeee!), and as always hilarious.

And of course the sense of crew as family as we see Chiana's disbelief and joy when she sees it's really Crichton, but also how she is cautious now and won’t believe it at first. 

Her delight is contagious and you get the sense of family reassembling when she jumps into John's arms (and what a different entrance onto Moya for John from S1: he comes in, hauling Crais, with a gun cocked). 

But yes, I consistently adore what they did with Chiana and John in this show, the way they are so consistently snarky but caretaker older brother and bratty but loyal younger sister.

And Rygel's joy and the fact that Rygel and Chiana decided to stick with Moya no matter what. And of course the layers and double crosses and the shadows of Crais and Scorpius. I can't wait to rewatch what happens next.

PS I could rewatch this scene on a loop forever...

Heeeee....

[link-posting]

Sleeping in Stables

Link could barely keep his eyes open. He hadn’t gotten much sleep for a few days now. It wasn’t always easy finding a safe spot to camp, and with the recent Blood Moon he had spent some time with the Monster Control teams clearing out a few of the larger monster dens. He was slumped over his horse, a speckled white mare he’d named Haven, resting against her neck as she trotted along. She kept a steady pace, as if she understood her rider’s current state. She followed the dirt path instinctively, letting out a nicker as they approached Outskirt Stable.

“Good girl,” Link said quietly, patting the side of her neck. He made a mental note to give her a treat later- maybe a few apples, or Endura Carrots if he had any. He smiled as the sound of the stables filled his ears- the neighs and snorts of horses, Myti greeting and waving to other travelers, Beetle clapping in time with the Stable Trotter’s music and hawking his wares.

“Good evening, Link!” came the gentle voice of Toffa from where he stood, overseeing the stabled horses as they munched on their hay.

“Good evening, Toffa,” Link said with a small, tired smile. Toffa headed over to him, taking Haven’s reins as Link slid off her saddle. “Are you well?”

“I’m well enough,” Toffa said with a chuckle as the pair walked toward the stable entrance.

“Back bothering you?” Link asked, looking over at the elderly man.

Toffa chuckled and nodded. “It is, actually. Seems there’s a storm rolling in,” he replied. He couldn’t help but be pleasantly surprised that Link remembered he had back pains, though at this point he shouldn’t be. It seemed Link had trouble with remembering events, but he never forgot a detail about the people he met. It wasn’t the first time Link recalled such a minor detail.

“Guess I got here just in time then,” Link returned, patting Toffa on the shoulder as he headed inside. He waved to Embry as he yawned, his feet dragging as he headed over to the check-in counter. “Good evening, Embry. Is there a free bed?” he asked, already digging in his pouch for a Sleepover Ticket he’d gotten from Addison.

”For you? Always! Do you want a wake up call?” he asked, taking the ticket from the young man and placing it under the counter in the till.

Link shook his head and waved his hand. “No thank you. I have some sleep to catch up on,” he said, yawning again, stretching his arms over his head as he walked over to one of the beds. He sat on the edge, setting his things down beside the bed and collapsing back into it. He didn’t even bother crawling under the blanket, electing to simply curl up in the center of the bed and promptly falling into unconsciousness.

Embry couldn’t help but let out an affectionate chuckle. Link was a favorite staple among the Stable workers. He was there often, and always a polite customer. He clearly adored his horses, and made sure to rotate the few he had regularly. If he was boarding Haven, Embry knew he would be taking Spot out next. Sometimes he’d even cook for everyone staying at the Stable, and his food was truly unmatched. Those nights Embry would let him stay for free.

Just as Toffa predicted, the skies opened up and rain poured down. It pitter-pattered softly on the canvas roof of the Stable as everyone hurried inside out of the rain. Embry slipped out from behind the counter for a moment, grabbing a spare blanket. He walked up to the bed quietly, then draped the blanket over the small Hylian boy, chuckling as he watched Link grab onto it, letting out a pleased noise in his sleep as he snuggled down into the blanket. Link’s lips curled into a soft smile in his sleep, and Embry could only pray to Malanya to give him pleasant dreams.

[jjungkooksthighs]

Five times you have taken advantage of my love for you." The solid plane of his chest covers her back as he presses himself down onto her, his hips forcing hers forward until she's on her knees beneath him once more. "Four times I have made you fall apart for me.”  His fingers depress themselves even deeper against the fragile flesh of her throat as he takes her earlobe between his teeth, "The next time you come, omega, will be your last.”

The female beneath him trembles at that last word.

It has a cocksure grin lifting the muscles around his lips.

He laughs, the sound dripping with derision. “Of course, that’s assuming you do not pass out on me. If you do, I will just have to continue your punishment until you can take it.” The way that that dark, sharp laughter draws itself out and etches itself everywhere that their bodies meet makes familiar desire ink itself into her very veins. There’s a challenge in what he says, for he knows his little hellion too well. Dangling a threat before her was too easy when he had his knot inside her and she had nowhere to go. 

Despite the fact that she can’t even hold herself up anymore, she unthinkingly devours his bait. 

She turns her head so she can peek up at him from a fan of dark lashes and those hazel eyes tell him everything that her mouth will not. Her lids droop from the exertion of their…activities. Even the way she lethargically blinks, as if doing so is a trying task, cannot cover for how her irises have swelled to the point that the whites of her eyes are hardly even there anymore. Her mouth remains ajar just the slightest bit, the sliver of saliva oozing from one side dampening the cushion beneath her in a dark stain. Her arms have gone limp, her fingers failing now to even clutch at the soft material under her. 

It makes him harden inside her. 

“Did I fuck you too hard, whore?” He croons sarcastically, his fingers running over her sizably engorged clit as he stiffens between her walls, “You certainly fucked me over one too many times with your misbehavior. It’s only right I return the favor and put you in your fucking place, slut.” He groans as her walls start to flutter around him, his digits expertly roving and roaming all over the bundle of nerves crowning her cunt even as she whimpers pathetically under him. That has him groaning, his cock rubbing against her as he shifts his hips and she’s helplessly split open even more on his knot.

“That’s it, my love… take it,” he husks. “You love this, don’t you, you little whore? Being my favorite fucking cock sleeve must be nice, isn’t it? Because I only want to fuck you.” He observes the way she quivers, her breaths shallow and sporadic while her heart pounds in her chest as he makes it race. “Even when you’re acting like a bitch, all I can think about is sinking my cock into any of your holes and having my way with you until that attitude is pounded out of you.”

Her response is but a note of a sound. The tremors wracking her body shake her with even more ferocity in the spike of her heartbeat.

More. There was more he could do. More he wanted to see. And the female who still watches them from afar? She could watch. His mate was putting on quite the show, and he’d learned that females were skilled in the art of gossip and rhetoric when it suited them. This one that clings to the tree outside their den would be no different.

No doubt she’d scurry back to her little friends and let loose her lips to spill what she’d witnessed.

And he wants this creature beneath him to be completely exposed. Not only figuratively, but physically as well. Like that, he can do to her what he knows will send her over the edge this last time. 

The hand he’d been using as a collar around her neck releases her as he flips them over, his back now resting on the cushion while her own limp body sits atop him. The world turns for her, but she doesn’t even register it. The second that she takes that first deep breath of air, his fingers are there, dragging themselves down her spine. It’s excruciatingly slow, but as his digits continue to descend, the ones he has attached to her sex speed their ministrations. 

She doesn’t even know she's biting down until he’s murmuring, “Go on and grit your teeth, whore. It won’t stop me from taming you.” The long digits he’s been trailing down her back fall between the cleft of her ass, and then she sucks in a breath, her head beginning to spin from his antics and the rush of oxygen. 

The view he’s got right now is one straight out of his daydreams, and gods, he surely was blessed to have this specimen on top of him all to himself. 

He makes a low-pitched sound akin to a growl, and the vibrations that start near his throat go all the way down his cock and straight up her cunt before directly shooting up her spine the moment that those devious fingers of his push against the puckered skin of her asshole. The fingers he’s got latched to the other side of her hasten to an ungodly pace as the friction from them has her eyes rolling back into her skull. 

Despite the pulsating, tingling sensation that has begin to sear into her pussy, she moans. 

He licks his lips, wishing he could devour that delicious sound. 

“Tell me you love me. And then you'll admit to me why you’ve been such a bad girl for me these past few months.” He teases her other hole, his fingers pushing against it yet never breaching as he urges, “Do that, and your punishment will be over. Do that, and I shall take my knot out of you and let you go to our bed where you will stay from how weak and tired this body of yours will be after all I have done to you.”

Her body is a mess of flailing limbs on top of him, for her muscles are wrenched and drained of all their energy. Her hands fall to her sides without any aim, and her hair frames her face, tousled and utterly disheveled from how his fingers had tugged and pulled at it not long ago. Her heart rams itself against the walls of her chest as if begging to pour itself out to him, the blood pumping through her body mostly directed down to her legs, trying to support her up. In the process, the lack of sufficient oxygen reaching her head makes her feel all the more droopy, her mouth open the slightest bit as she drools, his name a mere whisper when it leaves her, far too lost in the heady, unrelenting pleasure and pain he provides her with. “Tell me you love me. And then you'll admit to me why you’ve been such a bad girl for me these past few months.” He commands in a low growl, the reverberations of which make her shiver. A small moan leaves her when she feels his fingers working their way to pushing her to the brink of her next, and last orgasm, his other hand merely grazing her other hole, pushing against it, and yet, never going further. “Do that, and your punishment will be over. Do that, and I shall take my knot out of you and let you go to our bed where you will stay from how weak and tired this body of yours will be after all I have done to you.” The finality of his tone makes her pussy flutter, and yet, the simplicity of the task she's been given makes her heart swell with gratitude. "I love you, alpha." she pants out loud and clear. "T-there is no doubt-" Another whimper pushes past her lips in a broken syllable of his name, a wanton calling for him and only him. "n-no doubt in t-that." It takes her a lot of effort to speak given how she can barely breathe, but, she doesn't care. The male below her has asked for her to profess to him her love. She couldn't ever deny him of that. Not when there's so much affection and admiration she harbors for him. Never. So, she continues. She needs him to know just how much she wants him, loves and looks up to him. "I.." she pants. "I don't just love you, alpha." she cries out when he strums a her engorged clit. "I- i worship you." She confesses. "Every small little thing that I do.. i do to.. t-to impress you." her breath is ragged, her voice a whisper. But, that seems to be enough, for the magnitude of her words and the emotion that flares in those eyes of hers is more than enough for her to be heard. "I want to impress you. I want your validation, and I want your acknowledgment. I love you very, very much, sir... and it's my fault for not having made you feel that way recently. I pushed you too far the last few months. I did it for selfish reasons, sir. I never stopped to think of how it might make you feel." her heart sinks to her stomach as her words grow heavier, her mind reeling with the way his fingers hasten their pace, intent on pushing her past the brink of her orgasm. "Y-you.. you ask me why I've been so disobedient.. and, well.." she hesitates just a bit, too abashed. But, she shakes it off. She couldn't hesitate! Fuck it. "I... I d-did it for.. for this, sir." she admits, her cheeks and ears turning red like a cherry bashfully, her eyes not flitting away from his like they usually would. She holds the eye contact, no matter how much she feels like melting away right then and there under his intimidating gaze. "I... I wanted you to-" the finger circling the cleft of her ass prods once more, making her draw in a sharp breath. "t-to take me as you wish, sir." She finishes. "Without- restraint." "It's w-why I like being a brat. I c-crave for you. All of you. B-but- I pushed you too far this time." her breath hitches when she feels the coil in her abdomen tighten once more, tears rolling down her face at the overstimulation. "I- I disrespected you in front of everyone, sir. I.. I beg for your forgiveness, master. Please, forgive me. Please, sir. "

Her admissions trail out of her almost as easily as the spittle on both sides of her mouth.

I love you, alpha." she had professed, "T-there is no doubt-" She’d made some sound that was a cross between a choked hiccup and a heaved breath. "N-no doubt in t-that."

He doesn’t interrupt her. 

He observes with a sick sense of fascination the way that the mottled garden of bruises he’d cultivated all over her neck change shape in the subtle shakes of  her body as she trembles above him. The wolf within rears its legs with the sight of how her brows pull together in effort as her thoughts spin behind them in her attempts to heed him despite the air he’d denied that beautiful little body of hers. It is taking everything his lover has to obey him this time with her fleeting consciousness after the physical exertion of their…intimate affairs. The blood she’d lost from his own feedings had made her sluggish and slow. Despite that, her heart pounds against her chest too quickly, the sweat beading her forehead and clinging to her skin failing to cool her in the heat of his heated, unending ministrations. 

She was a fucking piece of art. 

How he could stare and admire her all day and night. How he did just that. Even when she was fast asleep and tucked under his arm when the moons were high and the sky was dark, he could not help but to appreciate the beauty that slept peacefully at his side, her much smaller frame fitting into him like she was made for him. 

I.." she had continued on, "I don't just love you, alpha." Those perfectly sculpted brows of hers had knit tighter together, her mouth opening in an ‘o’ when he rewarded her with more pressure that, using his thumb, he pushed into the button of nerves crowning her perfect pussy with. Her sweet voice had cracked lightly after that.  "I- i worship you.”

That one has all of his muscles stiffen. Well, all except the ones working her wet cunt and pretty little asshole. He wasn’t about to let up when she was so close to finishing. Even if that did surprise him. 

Her? Worshiping him? The idea seemed preposterous. He was no god worthy of her reverence. And yet, she looks at him now as if he’s the creator of life itself. The firelight that bathes her in gold light rings her irises in its glow, and in them, adoration shines. It is unwavering in its sheen, and he knows instantly that saying otherwise, that refuting her would be futile. He could not bear to watch those fervent orbs lose their bright brilliance on account of his refusal of her reverence. 

So, he lets her continue, his knot beginning to deflate inside her. He remains stiff as a fucking piece of wood, and he would make no apologies for that. 

She does, and fuck, each word she breathes out makes him grow impossibly harder. His digits only swirl and slide along her clit and asshole faster, her speech slurring into a moan. 

“Every small little thing that I do.. i do to.. t-to impress you.I I want to impress you. I want your validation, and I want your acknowledgment. I love you very, very much, sir.”

So she wanted a little bit of attention? That made sense. It made a whole lot of fucking sense. His female had been starved of that for many moons during her childhood. Of course she would seek it in him. But how would she ever believe she could impress him, much less earn his approval, when she’d lied to him? When she’d refused him in front of so many other males that looked to him for leadership and guidance?

His expression must betray him to his lover, because she’s speaking again, though this time, she’s thoughtful in her delivery of the words that are feathery in their brush along his ego. 

“You.. you ask me why I've been so disobedient.. and, well,” she stops only when the pad of his thumb pushes against the puckered flesh of her asshole right as he uses the fingers of his other hand to flick against her swollen bud. The spike in pleasure pushes her to swallow down what little hesitation had remained, because then she’s stammering out, “I... I d-did it for.. for this, sir.”

That shyness that she always hid behind…it was nowhere to be found now. Any other time he had coupled with her, she’d have looked away in embarrassment by now. Any other time he found himself seated in her warm depths, he had to order her to keep her eyes on him. 

Not this time. 

This time, she holds eye contact with him, as if tethered. 

Her cheeks grow redder with each second she does, but with one deep, stuttered breath, she admits, “I... I wanted you to-”

You wanted me to lose control, my little vixen?

He urges the thought along the invisible cord tying them together through their bond, and gods be damned, the beautiful creature on his lap fucking nods and under her breath, she confides, “I wanted you to take me as you wish, sir. Without restraint."

Whatever she says after that is lost on him. In the back of his mind, he faintly hears ‘master,’ his cock twitching in interest. 

Over and over again, her voice and the collective of vocables she’d used to fucking confess what he’d known but longed to hear for so long plays in his head, the cage he’d put around his wolf breaking and disintegrating little by little until no bars remain. Her voice–those words–it sends him into some kind of trance, because the world melts away until there is only her, his fingers moving with inhuman speed now as they circle and prod her where no other man would ever know the joy of being able to touch. 

“You wanted me to ravage you like there’s no tomorrow?” It’s his voice that just said that. But its also…deeper. “You wanted it hard and rough?”When the tip of his finger pushes past the tight ring of muscle between her asscheeks at the same time that his other digits whorl around her clit, that’s when she finally throws her head back, begging once more. He listens hungrily, devouring each plea like it is his fucking only nourishment. His vision narrows, her lithe form filling it all as his digit continues to penetrate the chamber of soft flesh in her asshole. “You wanted to see what happens when I crave for you so much that I can’t stop myself from taking you over and over again? When I just fill you up with my seed until I get you pregnant with my children?” He thrusts his finger into her hole, and with his knot still inside her other and his second hand occupied with rubbing at her clit, she can’t even think anymore. All she can do is repeat the only mess of syllables that she’s been trained to whisper when she’s on the cusp of that sweet release. 

There is nothing now but her. All he can hear are her breathy moans, hitched breaths, and broken gasps. All he can see is the ethereal gleam of her skin from under the glaze of sweat that covers her. Her hair has fallen loose from its ties, falling over her shoulders like a dark veil. Her head, still, is turned toward him and she doesn’t dare glance away from him as a strange, low sound rises from the depths of his chest. Her lips have parted even more, and the heavy rise and fall of her chest easily pushes her perfect tits out into view every now and again. 

He subconsciously runs his tongue along his teeth, wanting to latch onto them. He knows they taste fucking amazing when he sucks her nipples into his mouth. And his little love enjoyed it, too. Fucking loved it, even. 

Later. He would make a meal of her later.

Right now, he needs to make her pussy cry for him one more time. And this time, every living creature near and far would hear it. 

“You want me to have my way with you, female? Fine. I’ll have you here and now with my fingers fucking your nice little asshole while my cock is still hard inside your tight, wet pussy."

His vulgarity has her skin pebbling, the unfamiliar brusque edge to his voice leaving little for the way of her dissent if she had any of it.

She's given little time to think once again, because then his index finger that he'd slotted into her asshole is joined by his middle finger and the both of them are curved deliciously against the soft spongy flesh of her walls there when he rams them knuckles deep. That has her whimpering, her lids fluttering as she keeps her sights on her alpha.

He hums low, "You will come for me, female. You will show me how much you meant it when you said you just want to impress me, and you will let everyone hear how much you love being all mine.”

He curls his fingers in a devastating come-hither motion inside the tight channel of flesh inside her, her back arching in a mouth-watering visual as she pleads for her end, her words starting to slur and string together louder and louder.

His lips lift at the edges.

She was waiting for his permission.

“That’s a good fucking girl, omega.” He pumps his fingers in and out of her once, twice, and then, “that’s a good girl. I knew you could be obedient for me. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To let me take control and take care of everything.” Her pussy tightens around his member in her way of an answer and then he’s hissing at the sensation. “Of course you do, female. You like feeling and knowing that you’re wanted. And fuck, there is no one who desires, who craves for you, more than I.” He thrusts a third finger past the ring of muscles in her ass and the friction of three digits ramming into her is almost enough to send her over the edge. It’s so close she can fucking taste it-

He knows. Of course he does. Her body was a gem he’d long since learned all the curves and edges to. Making her glint and gleam in her afterglow, in her every happiness, brought him no greater satisfaction.

“Let go one more time for me, my mate. My one and my only. Scream, bite, or quiver all you need. This belongs only to me. You belong only to me.”

[madangel19]

Oh. All the Prompts are very nice, I can't decide.

"You're mine" with Swiss and Delia, Please?

Oh boi, this is a perfect prompt for these two and now I can finally work on it >:3

Warnings: Spooning sex (idk what's it's called, but they're spooning), vaginal sex, daddy kink, somnophilia, implied oral, fluff and smut, a little bit of a breeding kink splashed in there

Word Count: 1571

Rehearsals had run a lot later than Swiss was used to. The multi ghoul stretched his aching back as he made his way back down to the ghoul den. The rest of the pack was slowly making their way down. All of them didn’t say much to each other. It was definitely a harder rehearsal that left everyone exhausted and ready for bed. 

Hopefully he didn’t leave Delia waiting for him too long. He had promised a nice romantic evening together, but things took a turn during rehearsal and Copia wasn’t pleased until they got everything just right. 

He noticed a nearby clock on the wall and saw that it was well past 1 AM. She was probably asleep unless she decided to stay up for him. Even if she was asleep, he would still absolutely love just crawling into bed and snuggling up beside her. Maybe the right amount of touching and quintessence would awaken her for some lazy fucking before passing out together. 

He murmured several good nights to his fellow pack members who went off in small groups or by themselves to their rooms. The ghoulettes all went to Cumulus’s room together. Dewdrop and Aether went into Dew’s room, the smaller ghoul clinging onto the quintessence ghoul like a tired child. Rain and Mountain went to their own rooms, not saying much to anyone. Most of the time, Swiss would have gone with one of them or taken some of them to his room, but he had his favorite human to cuddle up with. She didn’t need to sleep in a ghoul’s nest all by her lonesome. 

Swiss opened his door where he was greeted by the combined smell of lavender and weed that hung heavy in his room. He paused, sighing in content while breathing in that sweet smell that was coming from his bed. He noticed several incense burners in the room before his focus went to his bed. Laying on top of the covers was Delia, who was fast asleep while clutching one of his dress shirts to her chest. She was dressed in an enticing see-through purple babydoll nightgown that perfectly showed off her body. Her purple hair had been let down from her usual bun, letting it splay out around her and making her look all the more angelic. On the nightstand was a half-finished blunt and a lighter along with several vibrators, a dildo and a bottle of lube. The poor thing must have been waiting so long for him that she decided to enjoy herself. He was definitely going to have to make up for making her wait so long. 

Swiss took a moment to take in every sweet detail of her before undressing and putting on a simple pair of boxer shorts. He would shower in the morning, preferably with her joining him. 

He crawled into bed next to her, purring softly as he wrapped his arms around her middle. She felt so soft. Much softer than usual. She smelled like the sweet-scented soaps in the bathroom. She even bathed for this. How adorable. 

Delia grunted in her sleep when his arms were around her. She briefly stirred, her arms slowly moving to touch where he was holding her. 

“Mmm, Swiss?” She murmured, slowly lifting her head and looking around sleepily. 

“I’m here, sweetheart. You go back to sleep,” Swiss cooed, nuzzling her cheek and using his quintessence on her to make her all the more comfortable. 

“I…I was waiting…so long. I wanted to see…you,” Delia whispered, taking his right hand and placing it over her breast. He chuckled and gave it a gentle squeeze, his smile growing when he felt her heart beat faster. 

“I wanted to see you too, baby. Rehearsal just took longer. I can make it up to you if you want,” Swiss whispered back before planting a kiss on her neck, getting a delightful shiver from her. 

“I…might fall asleep since it’s…so late. I want you…to feel good.”

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. Just let me put you back to sleep in my own special way and in the morning, we can have as much fun as you want,” he purred, giving her breast another squeeze as he slowly grinded against her. 

Her thighs were already wet from when she was pleasuring herself, adding another wonderfully delicious smell to her. In just a few moments, he was going to make her even more wet and he would gladly clean the mess he made while she slept.

“Mm, I’m…already warmed up for you, daddy,” Delia moaned, slowly wiggling her ass and pressing it against his already growing boner. 

“Perfect,” Swiss crowed, removing his boxers with ease, freeing his cock.

He pulled her closer to him, his cock rubbing against her thighs. The combined smells coming from his favorite human had him beyond aroused. He needed to be inside her now or else he would just cum from rubbing against her thighs.

“Lift your leg for me, baby,” he said.

Delia obeyed. Swiss grabbed a hold of her butter-soft thigh, squeezing it and adoring the way her flesh felt under his claws. He slowly pushed himself into her, hissing in pleasure at how soft and wet she already was for him. Delia moaned adorably as he slowly thrusted in and out of her. Even if he were to cum quickly from this, they still had plenty of time together in the morning. If he was lucky, he would wake up before her and fuck her awake.

“You’re so sweet for me, Delia. You’re mine. All mine,” he purred in her ear. 

“I…I’m yours, daddy,” Delia moaned, gripping the sheets beneath her. He pushed harder into her upon hearing her calling him his favorite term of affection. It made him all the more eager to fill her up with his kits. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to knock you up, Delia. Seeing you round and…and full of my kits is gonna make me go crazy,” he growled in her ear. 

He wrapped his tail around her leg and removed his hand so he could reach around and grab a handful of her breasts. Even with his large hands covering her breasts, they could never hold enough.

“I…I’m already round, daddy,” Delia said with a giggle before it turned into a beautiful moan when he lovingly squeezed her nipples between his claws.

“You know what I mean, baby,” Swiss replied.

He let out a hiss the deeper he thrusted into her with ease. The lube helped him with reaching further into her. 

Seconds passed and he could feel her pussy clenching around him as her little moans turned to the sweetest gasps. His tail was starting to tremble while keeping her leg up. He was already so close. 

“You…you ready for me, baby?” He murmured while slowly picking up the pace. 

“I am, daddy. Give it to me,” his beloved little human moaned, her hand clutching his. He interlaced his fingers with hers, rubbing his thumb over her hand before spilling himself into her with a low growl. He held back the urge to bite down on her soft flesh while pumping her full of his hot seed. He didn’t want to ruin her when she was so soft and beautiful like this. 

Delia sighed softly as he filled her, melting into him and feeling like a sweet dream. Swiss unwrapped his tail from around her leg, letting it carefully drop down. Once he was sure he was done filling her up, he relaxed around her, his cock still deep inside her. 

“That feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before kissing it. 

“It did. Thank you, Swiss,” Delia whispered back to him. 

She shifted her body, causing him to pull out of her as she turned to face him. Swiss grunted at the change, not wanting to pull out just yet, but once she was looking up at him while nestled safely in his arms, he quickly changed his mind. She smiled at him sleepily and reached up to caress his face. Swiss purred happily, closing his eyes in pure bliss as he leaned into her touch. 

“I love you,” she cooed before yawning adorably. 

“I love you too, baby. Get some sleep. I’ll clean you up,” he purred, kissing her tenderly and filling her lungs with the smoke he used to put people to sleep. Delia smiled into the kiss with a happy sigh before she became limp in his arms. Swiss chuckled as he pulled away from the kiss and admired his work. 

“See you in the morning, Delia. I’ll wake you with a surprise,” he whispered in her ear, his fingers going down to gently prod at her soaking pussy. Delia shivered in her sleep and instinctively bit her lower lip. 

“Yes…daddy,” she murmured in her sleep.

“I’m going to give you the sweetest dreams, sweetheart,” Swiss purred, slowly planting kisses all over her face and chest before making his way down to the sweet treat in between her legs. 

He paused to yawn and rested his head on her thighs, gazing up at Delia lovingly as she breathed calmly with such a pleasant smile on her lips. If he ended up falling asleep in between her legs, then he wouldn’t mind. It was simply a dream come true. 

“Fuck, I love you, Delia,” he murmured before continuing to kiss her thighs.