#mating season au

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Hetalia Mating Season: Demon King England

Alright how this series is going to go is that I will be making these short stories and not do multiple parts. Because if I did that I’d never be able to get to the Golden Nightingale this year. I know I’ll do all the mains plus Spain. You can also just yell at me in the comments for others if I get a high enough interest in it. Anyways, here we go. 

Also this series will be done in Gender Neutral…..until the spicy part because I do have to get specific. So I separate the Male! and Fem! version of what goes on. I want all who want to read to be included and actually have fun. 

So yeah, that’s my bit here we go. 

Also I'm keenly aware of my skill in making male x reader content is lacking in the emotional and physical payoff. I'm working on that.

***********************N$FW AHEAD YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED************************

“All love songs have a hypnotic lure in them, you just need to pick the one that will make them want to take the bait.” 

Arthur was down in his lair studying the last 100 songs that you’d listened to in the last 90 days. You had tendencies to have certain songs play more than others. Now that he’s got enough intelligence to know which tune will catch you off guard. The spell that he’s crafted hijacks the temporal lobe that can override the rest of your brain signals. All he has to do is get the melody within range of your ears. 

“A simple enough task, to get my mate here with me. This is exciting and so much fun!” He begins to giggle like a schoolgirl that’s just recently seen their crush from afar. His short choppy hair had a charming frizz. His light, matte skin was lit by the light of his wand. He’d been moisturizing it so that he could look more enticing to his human lover.  He was neatly writing down the incantation for the amorous melody with a feather quill. He admired the neat writing that decorated the paper. It had taken him hours to perfect his spell. He practiced on a few gnomes, ogres, and fairies to see if he’s had success in being able to rewire their brains to become reactive to the music he played that suited their personalities. It was successful for the most part with a few minor hiccups. His spell would become faulty if there was another melody in the distance playing or if he himself is not entirely concentrated while he performs the spell it could be broken depending on the victim's concentration. 

It would be hard for you or any other human that could hear the enchanting melody to resist. Especially if England himself utters the melody and doesn’t simply use his fae familiars. 

Arthurs mind wanders off onto the day you met. There was a light downpour. It’s drops made light plops against his black umbrella. The way that you walked like a ballet dancer effortlessly dodging other pedestrians. This is where his initial attraction lay. You were so light on your feet that you were managing to escape from his vision. He knew he had to catch up. He knew he couldn’t let you escape. He flicked his umbrella into the air and disappeared behind it transforming himself into his demon form. He jumped on one of the nearby buildings so he could have a better view of where you’d run off it. You acted as if you were the white rabbit that was very late for an important date. 

Once he saw that familiar red beanie that you kept a top of your messy locks it was easy for him to keep track of you. He went to lower buildings so he could keep you in his vantage point. Once you went inside that gift shop that was situated on King’s Road. He shifted to his incognito mode so he could observe from afar for a while. He watched as you apologized for the delay and that you’d be ready to open in 10 minutes. The small crowd that was at the shop had a compact but cute entrance. He saw how swiftly you zoomed around the shop turning on the lights and quickly sprucing the palace up two of the people who were in the crowd were your associates. 

The fairy lights and lamps lit up your fantastic brick-and-stone shop. All the cute knick nacks of union jack adorned goods, unique wood carvings shaped like men, monsters, and other dimensional beings. Streamers of luminescent pastel lights give the place more of a magical forest-like feel. 

“Alright everyone! Thank you for your patience [Last Name] Timeless Gifts is open!”

Some of the crowd began to clap in excitement. Your store was extremely popular on Instagram and a few other platforms. It was one of the new reasons the latest flux of tourists came to London. They wanted to get some of the latest charming gifts that were from around the world and from all  of the artists in the U.K. The queue drained into the store eager to get pictures and gifts. 

Arthur shifted his shape to look less attractive; he didn't need attention. He’d need stealth. He wandered over to the famous little gift store. He loved the way that your energy was always on high when you spoke to your customers. You were evicted about the thing you go to do every day. You were in the middle of showcasing some of the crafts you’d made. You were beaming with pride at the results you were able to make for your efforts. Your energy was different from most humans that he’d ever encountered. The energy that floated off of you was like small sunbeams that were meant to heal any soul that was overcast with dark rain clouds. 

He was eager to know more about you from that day forward. He summoned seven faries to keep watch over you and all of your daily activities. They were to have a nightly session to discuss any new developments. After a few months of surveillance and his occasional visits in his modified form he decided that it was finally time to approach you and use his intelligence to woo you. He had to calm himself beforehand his heart was racing like it was trying to make it’s way to the ball. How exciting that he can finally put his devious plan into action. 

He will come in about a half hour before closing for ‘bridge’ time. He will take a gander at the sizable book collection that sat in the center of your store. It had more of the gag book gifts that one would give as a fun last minute stalking stuffer, or for a bachelor(ette), or for a light hearted office prank. Regardless it was a great way for him to think of a way to spark up a conversation with you. Since he knew that humor was one of your forte. You really knew how to illuminate a room with your charming charisma. It was one of the many things that he fell in love with in the months of observing you.

“Excuse me Y/N I love the ambiance that you have brewing here. Is that Earl Gray  that is brewing for the scared hour?” He has a charming smile that graces his face and his emerald eyes sparkle with excitement but you could tell they were holding back some other emotions. But you paid it no mind after all. All of your customers who came in had different stories and opinions to offer all of which brought in new life to your store. 

“Of course, up in the atrium I believe we have room for one more to join us for afternoon tea. Care to join for a small fee of £10.” 

“Sign me up it sounds like a jolly good time.” Not even holding back the gigantic smile that now adorned his face. It was like he was living in a daydream. Through the course of tea time he sat right next to you and stole all of your attention from your other guests who only maybe got in a question or two about how long you’d had the shop or how you got into your craft. Arthur was always able to smoothly interject in something that he knew would pique your interest. 

“Oh yes I remember that bakery that is just out of the way on Piccadilly Circus. It has the Sticky Toffee Pudding that is to die for. If you haven’t tired then maybe we can go sometime.” He made mental notes of where he’d ask you out on a date. He had plans A-J worked out in his head and he was ready to deploy his tactics. He took winning you over as seriously as he did when he wanted to conquer more lands within the underworld. 

You give him a smile that touches his cold heart and ignites it with a match. When your response was: 

“Sounds like fun maybe one a day when running this gift shop isn’t so crazy.” You give a thoughtful gaze to your planner that you had in front of you next to your delicate pale yellow tea cup. “Would next Thursday at three O’ Clock work for you?” 

The match had been thrown into the nest of hay twigs and firewood that was nestled in the pit of Arthur’s heart. The tiny flickers of fire spread through the brush to create the flames of desire for you. The way that you spoke, the way that you wrote, and the air of summer that surrounded you constantly even in the depths of winter made him realize that you were the perfect one for him to claim as his mate. 

“Sounds like a date.” You giggle and take a long swig of your tea, you had to attend to some of your other customers you requested your attention. You quickly jot down your number and give it to him. And as soon as you left to greet other customers, you for some reason felt a slender tail of sorts wrap around your lower leg. The feeling didn’t linger for long and you assumed it was your imagination after all. You had been up for 48 hours straight since the holiday season that started next month in November was about to begin . You were already beginning to become back up with national and international orders. You were bound to make big profits all around. Soon you’d be able to own your own home and start some of those other dreams you had in mind. 

Arthur however was still not satisfied. He wanted to have your undifivied attention and be able to drive himself into you in peace. He wanted to capture his sunshine and hide you away for your attention was too pure for others anyway. He gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath.

“At least they said yes.” 

“Alright you two, I'll check in with you tomorrow at 11am. Make sure you lock up properly and put the new inventory away.” You bid your small team good-bye for the day. You were eager to get to your date. The posh British man had an electrifying energy that drew you in like a moth to an open flame amidst the blackness of the midnight sky. One where there were there were no stars or moon to act as guides. You’d be susceptible to his trap. 

“Hello, love. You look great!” He grabs your hand and places a gentle kiss on your bare hand. The kiss sends lighting bolts up your veins. It was like getting hit with 500 mg of caffeine at once. You were awake now and he had your undivided attention. 

“Thank you. You as well.” Red appeared on your cheeks like bright fairy dust. 

‘The face fitting for a demon royal. I just want to get in with it. It’s getting hard holding back my urges.’ 

“Let’s go and get ready for tea time at the Bluebell Pastry Palace. The scones should be getting ready to come out of the cobblestone oven and their tea has been shipped from Japan and India. The best chai and the best matcha too. It will be quite good time.” Not even attempting to hide his happiness. He can’t help but be charmed by you. Every lingering glance you gave him and gazed into his eyes added extra logs to the burning fire in his heart. You reach for his hand and your hands interlock. You wandered through the somewhat crowded streets. The union jack was laced throughout the streets while there was a light breeze with tufts of fog that whipped through your hair. You felt like you were entering into a hazy dream of sorts heavy with meaning. You felt like there were sparkles of red that hit your body. Was that a faint melody that you could hear? Familiar was how it felt, but it also held a great deal of mystery to it. 

“Hey Y/N are you alright were here! You look as though you may have seen a troll or a fairy just wander just out of your view.” He teases with a toothy smile that makes your heart jump a little. 

“Yeah, I’m all fine. I get lost amidst my thoughts on occasion.” 

Once you were seated at a window table that was adorned with red roses, pastel pink  tulips, ruby carnations, purple orchids, and vermilion peonies. The scene laid out before you looked like a fancy fairytale daydream. The greenery that surrounded the elegant flowers curled out like long strands of silky streamers that were sewn by a fairy godmother prepping for a ball. You felt like every moment that you spent with Arthur felt like you were being pulled deeper into a lucid dream one which you did not want to be awakened from. 

When I saw you over there I wasn’t sure

Now I’m feeling something I haven’t before

Your (eye color) float back over to his forest green eyes. They put you in the center of his pupils that were like microportals. 

“Your thoughts wander to where Y/N?” Did his voice sound a little more hypnotic and enticing? 

“Toooo….” Your mind really couldn’t think of an answer. 

Look at us so distant now skin to skin 

Your concentration was disappearing and all you wanted to do was concsntrate on the song that was faintly playing in your ears. It sounded fun, it sounded lively, it was surreal. Arthur hadn’t let go of your hands since the two of you had wandered in from the misty London streets. That magical lighting shock that you first felt when first encountered him. There was something more to him that you couldn’t really pin down. 

If you keep this up I’ll let you in. 

You vision began to fade in and out. The spell that Arthur had perfected was beginning to take effect on you. Its talons had made its way into your mind. It felt like being a mix of high and drunk at the sametime with the melody of the song becoming clearer in your mind. You body felt fully relaxed. You were fine. You looked into Arthur’s pools of verdant green, becoming you to take a dive and take a swim. 

Yeah you, almost make me fall in love 

Yeah yooooooou, got me hypnotized under your spell.

Arthur’s grin was much larger than that of the Cheshire cats by now. He was beginning to break out in a cold sweat of sorts. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer. 

Your eyes are glazing over with smoky clouds of confusion and being in a heavy daze. No doubt the song had hooked you in and was dragging you out to the wider seas. Where there would be nothing to stand between you and him. You’d been met with the Leviathan of the seven seas, who sprung up from hell during the first mating call of spring. 

“What sort of tea will you be ordering, love? I’m going to stick with my usual at this time: Earl Grey.” 

For a moment you seemed to snap out of the trance you’d been under but you still felt the weight of something baring down on your soul. You were in the middle of the sea. Where the waves still rocked your tiny boat of consciousness recklessly. You pick [insert choice] along with your favorite dessert of the moment, Madeira Cake, which had been sweetened with sweet white wine and had hints of lavender. It seemed to be the tastiest treat. 

Arthur’s hands had made themselves once again interlocked with yours once you gave your order to the waitress. 

“I’ll be right back dears, with the tea!” She said cheerfully as she went on her way. 

“A lavender cake of sorts that’s not a bad idea Y/N so. Tell me more about you and what brought you to London and about how you established your store.” He looked at you intently with a glint that had appeared in his eyes. Was… was that a look of hunger? You quietly mused to yourself. 

‘It’s a first date. I’m overthinking this.’ You give him a girn and tell him about the origins of your store. 

“Yes, I’d always wanted to not work myself to death at a boring office job and I loved to learn about new crafts like miniature wood works  and making small musical boxes. There's just something so spectacular about being able to craft a miniature world to tell a story.” You yawn for some reason. 

When I get you closer to my body. 

Wanna feel your hands all over me! 

For a moment you thought all that existed was just you and Arthur and his gloved hands that had a strong hold on yours. Your lips had just turned upwards. You were in a state of ignorant bliss. It felt like there was a thin tail that had made its way around your lower calf. You paid no real mind to it though because whatever Arthur was going on about you were into it right? 

Gotta make ‘em jealous everybody

Cause you know we got it 

Chemistry! 

“Here are your tea, dears! Enjoy. I’ll be back in a few with the fresh scones and cake!” The cheerful waitress only momentarily disrupts the daze you were in. You didn’t care though; your mind was on another planet, relaxed by the floral scent of the tea and from the windowsill. You also began to see small orbs of light form around Arthur’s blemish-free face illuminating it like Christmas lights decorating a tree. The orbs all lingered around his ear and you were unaware that he was trying to ask you something until you hear his voice say your name like it was disembodied. 

“Y/N , love, aren't you going to try your tea? You wouldn’t want it to get cold.” He flashes a toothy grin right before he takes a sip of his own cup. He shifts a little in his seat, it was becoming troublesome to keep his hardened cock at bay. 

‘Just a minute or two  more and I’ll be okay.’ 

You agree and momentarily stare at the cherry red porcelain cup that had apples adorn the face of it with a matching red saucer. You saw a pink orb linger on your cup for a few seconds before it playfully wandered away. The smell of lavender wafted off your selected tea, you found it somewhat odd and thought the aroma from the cake just had you mistaken. You simply smiled and let your eyes wander off to a bright pastel corner of the store where the orbs were no longer in your vision. But your awareness was decreasing rapidly. The only thing you were aware of was…

‘Did Arthur always have sharp teeth like that?’ Before the next thing you knew the feeling of the tail became much more real than ever before. The flowers and sunshine had vanished from your vision only to be engulfed by the blackness of hell and the song that played in your head was on full attack now. You could hear it ringing in your ears after new earbuds had been placed there. 

The sensation of the tail playing with your nether regions. It felt good and that was all that mattered to you at that moment. Your mind has been muddled with a plethora of different concoctions to keep you calm. It wasn’t long before you didn’t really remember what happened on the rest of your date, but the next thing you were aware of is that you were on a soft duvet with missing shoes. 

[Male Ending]

His tail wrapped around your clothed member tightly. You let out a gentle moan in surprise. 

“Y/N, this won’t hurt too much, but you will need to behave for your King. Understand love?” 

“Haaa okay, but like where is my tea and like where are we?” 

Arthur’s smirk perks up and he allows his tail to pick up speed and cause greater friction on the fabric and your dick. You bite down on your lip and let out a pleasure groan. Your body simply falls back onto the bed and you try to make sense of where you are but couldn’t. 

“We can also get some for the aftercare Y/N but for now let's have some fun~” He appears from his walk-in closet from the other side of the room. He decked out in his black lingerie . Most of his tall slender form is in place except for his protruding penis that stood straight out from his body. 

He could only hear you giggle. 

“What’s funny my love?” 

“Heh. Everything.” 

“Is that so?” He uses his large wings to glide right next to you lying limp on the bed. He ceased his movements on your member for now as he took a few more moments with the aid of the dimly lit fireplace. He grabbed the jacket off of you and ripped off your button-down shirt. The same went for your pants, leaving only your boxers and socks untouched. 

“Yeah, it feels. Nice.” A blush has made it’s way to your face. ‘Wait, what’s going on am I having some sort of lucid dreaming right now….?’ 

“Oh I know.” He grabs your cock tightly. “But this is about to feel even better.” Arthur licked his lips. You could feel claws now, but it still did not trigger panic within your consciousness at all. Still docile, but growing heat was beginning to bud towards the place that he was massaging, and it won’t be long before it also disappeared from your body. Arthur finally planted a kiss on your lips with a bit of force that knocked you back onto the dark duvet. His tail pulled one of your legs to the side so he could straddle you properly. 

In your vision, it felt like rose thorns forced your legs apart as more pressure to your third head continued to build. You felt as though your body had hit clear day clouds. You felt light touches of fairy wings grace your jawline for a few moments. A bite, however, snapped you from your daydream to bring you back to the present, where Arthur had bitten you. He left a  gash from his sharp teeth. While you hear some incantation of sorts mixed in with him stating your name as if it was….

A searing pain filled to the brim with desire hit you like a boulder that had fallen from the highest mountaintop. You could only let out a confused shriek unaware of if you should be turned on or terrified. The heat continued to swell in your member until Arther wrapped his mouth around your cock, licking up your pre-cum. His head bobbed up and down steadily so that you could become more acclimated to beginning in the underworld and not nearly as spaced out on his potion. The rubbing of his slender but tough hands massaged your calves and the backs of your thighs while his tongue managed to stroke the base of your member. You knew you were reaching your edge. 

“Ahhhh ~” 

Arthur slides his agile tongue along the underside of your cock once more before his mouth releases your dick with an audible *pop*. Seconds before you were about to climax. He swiftly grabs your penis and places his thumb over the tip, with the command: 

“Shout my name.” 

“Augh. What?” Just not getting knocked out of your high. 

“Shout my name, King Arthur ruler of Pride!” 

“kinG Ar… KING Arthur!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you were finally allowed to climax. 

“Heh, that’s a good boy~” Now heres for the hard part. He spreads your legs wide and gives you no time to react to him shoving all of himself into you. Your mind was still blank and ravaged from releasing from Arthur’s harsh grip. All you could do was groan in pain. Your whole body is tense and grasp for the sheets for they were the only things that could stablize your reeling mind. All you could do was rock your hips along with his. The rhythm of Arthur’s cock moved your whole body like a punk song; fast tempo and distorted shifts with your legs in midair. 

“Ugh. nnnn.” Sleep paralysis like grip was all over your body. The only control you has was the use of your hands. Arthur playfully dragged his tongue along your ear and gripped your hair. The King was beginning to edge towards a climax.��

“Just a little more and you’ll be able to rest your head.” He puurs in your ear as he continues his rampage on your nether region. Arthur finally releases himself and rides out his orgasm. 

[The Aftercare part is at the bottom after the Fem Ending]

[Fem! Ending]

You still felt the presence of his tail on you. His now glowing ember orbs were the only things your eyes were able to see. Everything else was lost in a sea of red, orange, or black. Your mind was still adjusting to the new reality without being blindsided by Arthur’s original incantation that lulled you to him. When you felt it slithers closer to your entrance. Your body shifts away about an inch or two, but you did not manage to get far. 

“Oh, my dear that’s really cute. You can’t escape. It’s far too late.” A British voice calls from the warm black mass that called towards you. 

You grunt in response. Wondering where your voice had gone. It must have been pilfered by Satan's spawn that was resting himself on top of you. 

“Looks like my spell really did hinder you more than intended. Oh well, the first night will be easy… I just have to make my claim on you.” You felt a gentle kiss on your cheek. You whimper in response and not much else. You were still unsure about the reality that you were in were you having a lucid dream or was this some kind of nightmare. “I’ll make you feel okay Y/N, poppet.” You felt your clothes burn away leaving you with no other barrier to protect you from his hungry claws. He kisses you on your lips intently and wraps his tail fully around your waist. He’s waited for too long to have you. 

“Nnnn. nnnnn.” You try to move your arms a bit, but they feel just like when you’re trying to wake up from Sleep Paralysis except no matter how hard you moved none of your limbs would listen. You could feel the breath of Arthur’s cruel laugh as he made his way into the crook of your neck. 

“That won’t help. It’s best if you relax, poppet.” Seconds before he bites your right shoulder harshly and creates numerous hickeys all along your collarbone. Your breathing stayed heavy, and you simply let tears roll down your eyes. 

‘Holy shit this is actually real this is actually happening.’

A few minutes into the hickey session Arthur’s dick is poised at your entrance. He’s posied in full demon form in the nude. It was as if he was trying to showcase himself at a stallion show. He scoops you up and brings your legs to the edge of the bed and places them over his shoulders. Arthur bits his lip in excitement and anticipation. His tail wrapped around your tender flesh tighter. You knew by how much pressure was on your abdomen that you’d definitely have marks in the morning. He slams himself in, taking no regard for the pained yelp that left your lips. Your hips had to accommodate the sudden change quickly. 

“nnnAh!nnn.” You were trying to resist. 

Arthur no longer responded to any of your reactions. He was concentrated on continuing his bloodline here in hell. You could feel his nails being to leave long scratches on you. They began to draw small trails of blood; your first markings as the new Queen of Pride. The bed began to squeak loudly against your eardrums as Arthur moved his chiseled abs closer to your stomach closing the distance between the two of you. The lust that was thick in the air was making it harder for you to breathe and get a grip on the new reality you’d been thrown into. You clutched the sheets for it was the only thing you had to safety in that moment. 

Arthur went in deeper and pinned you closer to the bed. Confident that his cock was capable of keeping you in place. A dozen kisses were all across your chest. His hands interconnected with yours.  It felt like fireflies had now nested in those places and began to fly out from your chest. You felt your heart felt it speeding up while trying to calm down. 

‘No, NO!’ 

The bed was beginning shift from the sheer force coming from his hips. His head moved up once more to place one more hickey on your throat. He was savoring the moment. He was seconds away from the edge. His cock was ready to burst. His hands pratically make new gashes in your skin as he put his all into his final thrust. His lava like seed filling you to the brim until the sheets were soaked. 

“Y/N!!!!” He’d reached heaven practically. It took him five minutes or so to ride out his orgasm while you were still and your body did not react. It only felt the copious amount of fluids that were all over and sticky. 

[This is where the Endings Converge] 

“Ahh!” You let out a log elongated moan, your head was spinning and you felt disconnected to your body. You could no longer feel your lower half. It felt like it had disappeared. 

“Good job poppet.” He gently kisses you forehead not minding the sweat that rolled down your face as if you’d just hopped out of a hot shower. He loosened his tail and transformed into a lesser form that only showed his horns and his verdant green emeralds were back and shining brightly. They felt magical and warm like the orbs you’d seen back at the restaurant. 

“Let’s get you all cleaned up.” He lifts your body from the bed and takes you to the ornate bathroom that had ornate golden thorns in fields of blood red and velvet black Fritillaria painted on the walls. Pure warm water had been drawn into the dark jade green tub that had been crafted from marbel. “This may sting a bit, poppet. I did leave a lot of marking all over your legs. I’ll make sure to clean and bandage them.” You get low to the water until the immersive warm soapy bath englufs your soul. Arthur clings to you and holds you from behind. 

“Y/N?” Voice low and gruff it gripped your ears and your attention. 

“Yes…?” Not knowing what to expect but not wanting to make him upset. 

“Welcome to the Kingdom of Pride. I’ve chosen you as my new mate and my bride. But the first few nights will be rough for you because I will be filled with almost nothing but sex and I’m not going to be gentle.” 

You were shocked by that statement and you were still trying to come out of your spiked tea and the musical haze that he’d put you in. The consequences of which were just now were beginning to show because it felt like there was a jackhammer bagging at the side of your head. You wince in pain and lower your head. Arthur notices that your muscled tensed and moved toward your head. 

“Are you okay poppet?” 

“My head it feels like someone slammed it to the ground.”

“It’s alright my love. I have a healing spell for that.” He kisses the back of your hand and you could feel his tail brush past your legs again. “I know it’s all a lot but it will be fine. Being a Queen will be easy.”

Arthur will summon his spellbook and find the right incantation. He will fix you right up. He’ll let you rest for the night but you will have a rought morning since it’s the first thing that is on his mind once he become conscious again. This begins your new life as the new (Queen or King) of Pride. 

[wonderdrive14]

Mating Season: Day 2

Shiro is starting to get hungry for something else...😏

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Mating Season

The Beginning

Day 1

[sinful-lanterns]

Harpy Nightingale you say? 👀 Is she connected to witch chief in some way or is she completely separate in the monster au?

(Harpy!Nightingale: lemme smash)

Harpy! Nightingale doesn’t know Witch! Chief at all in this AU, until she joins the expedition team and meets her. I like to think she takes a liking to Chief instantly and decides she wants to be her assistant 🥺

While Nightingale is also devoted to the Researcher and tries to help her out as much as she can, she also wants to help out Chief with her studies in magic. Harpy! Nightingale just wants to help both of you! Harpy! Nightingale is such a cute little birb!

[shautiejax]

You said, "Open up your mouth and tell me what you mean.”

I said, "I'm gonna marry the scariest girl on the cheerleading team.”

[yellowfingcr]

"Please stop saying that hunters have mating seasons. This is not true. I for one am just like this all the time, not only seasonally."

[azereus]

Epaulette Shark Hybrid! Gaz x Gn! Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Pre-established relationship, no pronouns expect for you, and ends kind of abruptly whoops-

@puff0o0 told me to do this ‼️

The relationship started a bit rocky in all honesty. Him being a mershark and thus confined to water made it difficult for him to visit you. And it wasn't like he could live in a pool in your backyard or your shower or bath

But other than that, it was pretty okay all things considered

You'd visit him when you can, have little 'dates' where he'd show you a cool cave he found or some other hidden area

But, if you live on or near a beach, it makes things easier distance wise. Expect to find Gaz on one of the shore rocks waiting for you in the early morning either way

Once you find him, he gives you a gift! Like a cool seashell or maybe a pearl. You most likely have a jar or a drawer filled with the things he brought you due to him bring you gifts every other day

He's anxious giving you things because he fears they might not be good enough please tell him you love the gifts

He's like a dog when it comes to the back of his ears getting scratched. He enjoys the small bit of affection. It normally ends up with him nipping/biting at your hand though ^^"

Actually scratch that. He likes trying to bite or nip at you regardless of what you were doing before hand

But He'll keep apologizing to you if he accidentally clamped down too hard and hurt you!! He doesn't mean to hurt you, he just forgets his own strength sometimes

Tries to make up for it by doubling the gifts until it heals. Which isn't very long all things considered. It's like a cat bite, just larger in size

He once crawled out of the sea just to tackle hug you once he spotted you walking towards him

Think like that one stereotype where the dog owner comes home and the dog runs up to them at the door and tackles them to the ground. That's basically what Gaz did

He has golden retriever boyfriend energy taken literally

I'll probably add more to this if people are interested but this is all I got 😔

[gaefandomlover]

What if Theo has been in Beacon Hills and never left? …Theo has been a wolf for as long as he can remember; he's been watching over his friends from a distance, trying to find a way back to them. Then, one night, he meets Scott's Beta, Liam, and everything changes.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Hetalia Mating Season Au: Canada

IT"S MAPLE BOY TIME AHAHHAAHAHA.

The official warning here: THIS IS A SPICE POST!

Enjoy!

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You’d been pinned harshly to the wall, Half-nude, with him more than halfway inside of you. Your vision was only accompanied by the light of the cracking fireplace. Your breath hitched, and a few tears escaped your eyelids. Your mind was reeling from the reality whiplash.

 One moment you were fine and at home making maple cookies and some batter fell on your cheek. He playfully licked it off, and in doing so you could catch that familiar glint in his eyes. It wasn’t entirely full of malice; something else stood close to the lustful intent and threatened to come into the foreground. Heat, desire, and tension flooded the air. It blended in with the sweet batter making the musk of the air similar to that of Matthew’s characteristics. 

He pulled out to let his cock trace the outside of your pussy to increase the budding pleasure. Earlier, he’d concocted an aphrodisiac lubricant that was created with some of the tree sap from the sacred dark forest. He’d been daydreaming and dreading this moment. The fear that would inevitably be in your eyes as you realized you’d been dragged to hell.  

What was it about you that made him go wild like this? Normally participating in the mating season was something he avoided in favor of an elongated hibernation. But, that one night when winter's cold hung close, and the sun's warmth hardly lasted until noon. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I know this is jarring for you Maple.” His tone was sincere but stated in an inhuman voice that was deeper, like the depths of an abyss. Your mind was stunned by the entire experience, so you didn’t respond. You simply held your blank gaze just right outside of Matthew’s vision. He knew not to chase your orbs, even if he desperately wanted to so he could read all of the emotions that were flashing across your face. He didn’t dare to for now. He kept a firm grip on your bare hips. 

You did pick up on the hints of sweetness that was in his threatening voice. It held the fresh spa of early spring, brimming with new life. You did let out a squeak when Matthews's nails had sunk into your soft skin a little too deeply. The air was still tense, but you were not going to suffocate in this vacuum-sealed silence forever. 

“Matthew…” You finally bring your eyes to meet his glowing red and violet eyes. They reminded you of marbles. 

He lowers himself down closer to your face, and his arms make their way down to your bare bum as he brings your heat closer to his half-hardened cock. Your heart rate immediately sped up. You could feel the thumps of his heart harmonize with yours. 

‘Is this what it feels like to be alive?’ The flurry of emotions that you felt overwhelmed you. You’d been tossed into a cavernous flaming sea that was glowing with passion, fear, love, and confusion. You began to feel an excessive amount of heat pool to your thighs and vagina. 

You were beginning to slip down from the wooden wall your hoodie that was protecting your breasts got caught on a coat hanger pin. A wild grin makes its way to Matthew’s face. His cock twitched in excitement. His strong thighs which were still partially covered by his black slacks, constricted around your legs. You could practically feel the hormones coursing through his body. 

“You won’t be needing this Y/N.” The audible sounds of cotton and polyester being torn to shreds greeted your ears and rained on your eyes. There was no more protection from the King of Maple Fleau. 

Shock covered your face initially; then it moved into begin to relax somewhat. The aphrodisiac was working its magic on the nerves that were more concerned with what reality you were actually in. 

The sweet maple demon had entranced you. He was taking in your glorious bare form for a few more seconds before his hands were back on your booty as he reeled you in closer to him again. 

Your face was smushed against his blood-red military jacket and you were able to inhale the Oud wood in his cologne. It only helped to intoxicate you more and you subconsciously wrapped your delicate arms around your demon boyfriend. Your hands grazed against his large leather wings while you did so. 

“You look delicious Y/N.” The clear desire saturated his voice. 

You purr out. 

“Oui?” A small smirk arises on your face. 

“Je suis chaud”  His hands squeeze your butt once more before he lifted you into midair. It didn’t take much for him to feel much of his blood rush to his cock. He positions himself at the front of your entrance again. As he forced you down onto his magma-hot girth. Since you were on a stimulant, this only added to your heightened senses. You let out a long gasp that expressed undeniable pleasure and scorching pain. 

“Ahhhhhhh ….nnnngh……umph….Matthew.. Unh.” You wrapped your legs tight around his waist so that you felt more support while being suspended midair, and so you could better take him in. 

Matthew was allowing you to adjust to the size of his cock. You could feel your insides wanting to clench around him. Not yet. You wanted to have some fun. However, when you felt him grow inside of you a little more, your cheeks flushed with red paint. You threw your head back, and your low moan prompted him to continue thrusting. Watching your boobs bounce helplessly as he pounded into your core was a sight for dry eyes. 

Once you finally recovered from his initial thrust and growth, your arms reel you back into Matthew’s torso and neck. It stood out in the sea of confusion you were in, like a well-lit lighthouse. You rested your head on his shoulder as you could feel that he’d fallen into a rhythm while he pounded into you ferociously. He was the same person but also different. 

Matthew inhaled your sweet (favorite flower) lotion. It coaxed him closer to climax as his mind was flooded with nothing but thoughts of you and the life you could have together if you actually accept being his Queen of Maple Fleau. You wouldn’t abandon him like some of the others before. But, still doubt still had clouds that hung low in his heart. 

“Matthew….” You snapped him out of his worry and back to the present, where looking straight into your eyes briefly brought him to snap. 

“Y/N…ahhhhhhhh” He begins to moan as he released himself inside of you and continued to thrust so that he could ride out his orgasm. This process would reset again shortly. His body had missed too many Spring seasons. His hands made definite indents in the sides of your hips that would only get worse and possibly permanent throughout the night. 

When he finished, you gently brought your hands to his face, which had been coated in a thick layer of sweat. You moved some of his golden locks of blonde hair from his face and tucked it behind his ears. Your bright (eye color) shined through the glim lighting. They fired ultraviolet lasers straight into Matthew’s heart. His heart is congested with so many emotions that his brain was unable to think of words to describe the predicament the two of you were in. Only 15 minutes ago the two of you were in your kitchen making Maple cookies to celebrate the oncoming of Spring and the new beginning of you deciding to move in with him after years of dating. This was an unexpected turn of events but not one that took you by total surprise. 

“Do you want to verbalize at least what’s going on, Matthew? I’m not going to be angry….” Knowing he needed more reassurance for him to open up. You’ve realized that prefacing statements in this way gave him the go-ahead to be real with you. You felt his muscles relax and your feet finally touched the ground after 20 minutes of being in mid-air. 

He bites his lower lip and you could see the all too familiar sharper than usual canines he had. His eyes turned back to his bright violets. He maintained his tight grip on you as if you were a wild deer that was trying to escape. He didn’t allow his gaze to meet yours, instead he had a staring match with the soft red rug that was beneath you. 

“Yeah… but it’s hard to eh?” He finally says, as if he’d just been defeated after a war. 

‘This is the end, isn’t it? She won’t accept. She’ll hate me and tell me …..’ 

“I love you, Matthew Williams, but how can you say it’s hard when you’re being fully honest now?” You begin to giggle a little at the absurdity of your current predicament. Fully naked, probably lost the ability to walk for a week, and your boyfriend of 3 years is a literal demon. 

“And there is nothing wrong with what and who you are.” You do your best to try and get him to look at you, but he seemed to be frozen solid by the allure of the carpet. You roll your eyes as a mischievous grin spreads across your face like wildfire. You kiss him on the nose and playfully poke his lips. 

The playful kiss sends cupids arrows to Matthew’s heart. 

Y/N breaks from Matthews's titanium chain-like grip and in doing so immediately falls over due to not being fully capable of walking. 

Just before you fully pummeled to the floor, Matthew’s tail catches you and brings you back to his tight embrace fully facing him. He snickered at your attempt of trying to be playfully sexy. Your willingness to face crazy things never ceased to enamor him. 

“Alright, Y/N I admit it I’m a demon… But not just any demon, a demon King and it’s Spring, which means that it’s mating season for us. We all go up well, most of us go up each year to try and find a human mate that would be willing to become one with us and rule our kingdoms and if said partner is a woman, have our heirs. In the most basic sense. If we don’t like the partner we’ve chosen, we do have to kill them since all have either gone insane with knowing that hell does exist, or they would expose too much of the underworld to humans.” 

Silence floated between the two of you for a few minutes. The crackling of the roaring fire was the only sound that your ears could pick up. It gave you the space to work out the further implications. You were going to ask him if it was possible for you to at least visit the surface world at least once in a while…..

“Y/N?” Your lack of response prompted him to search your bewildered eyes. He gave you a sympathetic smile as you turned your full attention to be on him again. He gave you a gentle peck on your lips. 

“But, I promise I won’t hurt you …. I just….. I know I’ll be gentle… I know it’s a lot to ask …I..” 

You kissed him on the lips simply to stop his ramblings.

“Matthew.” You managed to get him to look at you directly in your profound (eye color). Your hands were once again on the sides of his face. You hoisted yourself onto your tiptoes. You wanted to make sure that he had your full attention.

“It’s okay, I still love you, you know?” The words sound unreal to him and he was waiting for you to yell gotcha! It’s just a prank. He’s on a television show of sorts….But when you keep your stare directly on him with no other surprise to spring upon him he finally noticed that a  few tears clouded his vision.  

“Y/N…” A cracked voice rings out into the dull darkness of his large bedroom. 

You led him in with a gentle kiss and turned up in passionate fervor. 

Matthew could feel himself become extremely excited again as your tongues interlaced. He allowed himself to purely feel with less thought involved. Why would he need to when both he and you were intertwined with love? 

He quickly discarded his slacks, socks, and shoes while you made progress with his coat and stuffy shirt. He ripped it off his black shirt and tossed it to somewhere in the room. At this moment, all that mattered was you. Thunderbolts hit the pit of your stomach as your hearts began to harmonize.  

“Je serai doux.” You loved it when he lost himself and began to speak French. It sounded like a scared incantation only spoken to those who were special. His boner was once again raging and would need release soon. He pinned you to the ground, the fireplace illuminating your features perfectly. You look like a Renaissance painting splayed out for his liking. He drank in the sight of your fully nude form from the tip of your head to your toes. All of you looked magnificent to him. 

‘How becoming of a Queen.’ 

He planted one more long kiss on your luscious lips. He dragged all of the air from your lungs. His boulder-like knees crashed down to the soft red rug between your legs. He forced them apart almost to a 180 angle. The same hot rod feeling from before greeted your entrance except this time it felt a few degrees hotter. Before you could ponder how that was possible, you felt your thighs begin to sweat profusely like the rest of your body. His dick traced the outside of your vagina while he left a few butterfly kisses on top of your forehead like a flower crown of sorts. Claiming you will be less stressed with the full knowledge that things will be alright between the two of you afterward.  

“Je t’aime… Je t’aime….J’taime…” he chanted as he began to kiss your cheeks. His noes briefly grazed, and he kissed you briefly and swiftly moved to your neck. At first he licked your skin smoothly like it was soft-serve ice cream before brutally biting down on your smooth skin the smell of your (favorite flower) lotion intoxicating him like taking in a fresh line of white. As he left hickeys on your neck, his tail whipped around wildly, and his wings trembled immensely. 

“Cela pourrait faire mal….” 

He swiftly inserted the tip of his dick back inside. While he did this, he did his best to be slow so that he wouldn’t injure you. His right hand gathered both of yours and pinned them to the top of your head. He inhaled you as he railed you. (Yes, I’m going with that dumbass rhyming line.. I laughed my ass off writing this line.) He was determined to get you pregnant that night. One of your nipples was sucked on until somewhat raw. His tongue ravenously licked the underside of your other breast and bit down on your nipple harshly. 

“Ah! Mattie!” 

Your cries fell on deaf ears. 

He continued his rampage on your body by using his wings to force your core closer to his dick so he could penetrate you deeper. His girth was becoming distending and filling you to the brim. 

Your body was swelling with heat. Your mind could no longer concentrate on anything. All you could do was feel. You began to feel tiny seeds drop all over your body. 

“Ahhhh!” Matthew had found your sweet spot and began to concentrate all of his efforts on it. 

The jackhammer-like pounding was prominent in the forefront of your consciousness, along with the seeds beginning to sprout. 

“Say my name Maple~” He practically roars out in a harmonious roar. 

“Matthew! Ugh..” You were trying to adjust to his cock, but that was difficult to the size increase stretching you out. “Matthew…” 

“Je’taime…..Je’taime….”He was beginning to reach his climax. His tail wrapped around your waist tightly to prep for the final push. Both his hands and the soon-to-be vegetative seeds constrain you tightly to the floor. 

“Y/N!” He thrust his dick to the very center of your sweet spot and unleashed the pressure in his girth. He let out a loud moan, and his thrust became much more gentle. Seeds pooled upon the red carpet making a small sea. He brought you in for a long kiss as his otherworldly limbs allowed you space. When your lips finally did part, the two of you stared into the depths of each other's souls for a few moments. 

You broke out of the trance with a deep sigh. Simply moving your legs was actually painful with all of the seeds that managed to escape Matthew. There were now seedlings residing in your womb. 

“Let me help you, my sweet maple.” He picks you up bridal style and carries you to the wide white tiled shower. He turns on the hot water and he helps get you clean. The lavender-scented soap added charm to the atmosphere. All of the candles were neatly placed around the windows, sink, and tub. 

“You really did think all of this through.” You wrap your arms around his neck and he gently sits down on the built-in shower chair. The warm water was a welcome feel on your beaten skin. Matthew’s firm hands cleanse you from tonight's fun. 

“I love you Y/N.” 

Thanks for reading! I made this one up on the fly and only followed the first page and a half then I spun this as quickly as I could. Hahah. Apparently, I like to torment myself. I’ll post the written draft tomorrow. 

Translations: 

Oui= Yes 

Je suis chaud(e)= I’m Horny 

Je serai doux= “I’ll be gentle.” 

[darlingpwease]

cw mating season, hybrids, 'pussy' for lan wangji, mild masohism, hypersexuality

today I'm telling you that, and yet, rabbit!LAN WANGJI regularly faces your mating season and has sex almost 24/7 because your bunny husband is very ensuring and needy and wants often and for a long time and he is a very very very good husband who cares that your needs are fully met, even if it means that his pussy will be destroyed to the same extent

he just looks, you know, on the verge of masochism, where he likes it when you are bossy and command him, telling him how best to please you, and controlling how and when he will do something or move

the type who wants you to be selfish and breed him like it's your first and last time and probably jumps on you 24/7

no, I'm not ashamed to tell the facts

[softquietsteadylove]

Miss your Maleficent AU. Could you maybe write some more of that ? Maybe jealous and protective Gil/Thena

(also I just want to say. I got into Eternals because of your. 👉👈 I love Don Lee, and I came across your post. I didn't know that he played in this movie. Thank you 💕)

Misery. Mating season was pure misery. As far as Thena was concerned, it always had been. Even back in the isles, all mating season meant was morons crooning at her from treetops like seagulls.

She had seen humans aflush with mating hormones. Usually in the spring, they began courting each other. They would trade soft, quiet words, perhaps sing sweet songs and trade trinkets. Humans had such cute mating rituals. Nothing like a bull flying too close and flapping his wings at her.

Thena curled around herself tighter as a couple flew past, way too close to her, and way too close to each other. Their wings were hitting each other on occasion. Some of their feathers floated down into Thena's space.

She stood with a huff, sending the errant feathers away. This was a poor place to choose as her waiting spot. But she had a view of the side entrance to the nest this way.

The patrol would be back any time now.

As the nights grew shorter, the patrols too grew longer. She could see from her higher vantage point the way Druig was one of the most eager to crowd the entrance. He was waiting for his own mate.

She was waiting for hers...in a sense.

Not that she and Gilgamesh were declared to each other. They weren't really mates, in the way most would consider the term. But she had his feather! And he had hers, even if not displayed publicly.

"They're almost here!" she heard one eager, young fae bubble gleefully to her friend waiting next to her. They were bouncing in their excitement. "Do you think he'll land first?"

Thena rolled her eyes. Young spring fledglings yet to face the harsh winds of the world.

"The captain always lands last!"

Thena bristled, as did her wings. She fluffed them, attempting to smooth them down of their own accord. She couldn't let her hackles raise to every young chick who was aflutter over Gilgamesh. She would never know peace if she did.

Gilgamesh was a very desirable specimen. He was the captain of the nest's border patrol, as well as a personal guard when occasions called for it within the nest. He was a good hunter, a provider, strong, a skilled flier, and he was handsome-

Thena walked away from her waiting spot, refusing to watch Gilgamesh be ogled as soon as he arrived with the rest of the border patrol shift. He could come and find her if he wanted to share some food, or her company.

She wasn't his mate, so what was she waiting on him for?

If she had to watch him be given mating trinkets she might not be responsible for her actions. She trudged through the tunnels instead, determined to take the caves back to the inner cliffs. Perhaps she would just drag herself back to her nest and lie around like a pitiful runt with a broken wing. At least she would be the only one to witness her own misery.

"Are you lost?"

She looked up, shocked to be spoken to in the middle of her brooding. She hadn't even realised she had passed another fae. He was an arctic fae, she gathered from his light coloured robes and the silvery shine in his hair and even his eyelashes. "What?"

"The gathering fire has been lit, they will be handing out food," he repeated, even pointing in the direction from which she had just come. "I wouldn't want you to miss out."

She frowned. What business was it of his if she missed the first servings of meal time? "Perhaps that is my choice to make."

"Yes, of course." But he smiled, showing off pearly white fangs. He was a pretty thing; she was certain he would also be giggled and flapped over by the eligible and awaiting fae out there.

Just like Gilgamesh.

Her mood still soured, Thena turned, determined to continue on her way.

"There will be fruit."

It was impossible for her to hide that her ears perked at that. They were practically fluttering like her wings at the thought. Winter had made it hard to find the sweet, delicate morsels she so loved. Her eyes must have looked bloodthirsty when she looked at him again.

He smiled warmly, hands folded into the sleeves of his robes. "I heard that once mating season begins, the last of the dried fruit rations are distributed, as a celebration that fresh fruit will begin growing once more."

She regarded him cautiously. He was promising a great treasure--almost too good to be true. "Heard?"

"Ah, I have travelled much in my life, I too am not native to this area," he excused with a laugh. "Although I come from the north, I had the pleasure of experiencing the southern Isles many years ago. I remember how lush the fruit was, no matter the season."

Indeed, it was the only thing she missed of the Isles. She approached him again. "You lived on the Isles?"

"For a time, yes," he sighed, opening his eyes again. They were a pretty colour, she had to admit--much like the waters of her island home. "I was quite happy during the time I spent there."

A smile came to her face, perhaps from sheer nostalgia. The thought of warm winds and soft sands and the sounds of her brothers' laughter (when they were still small and cute) came to mind. "They are pleasant."

"Pleasant, yes," he agreed. His smile changed slightly and he stepped closer to her, "and beautiful."

She blinked; had she misread his intentions. Her feathers weren't standing on end, but she couldn't help but tilt her head at him. "Hm?"

"I do miss the beauty of the Isles," he repeated. He was no coward. "The soft gold of the sands, the sparkling green of the seas. Truly the most beautiful sights one can behold."

She clasped her hands behind her back. She couldn't very well tell him he was speaking to a mated fae--he wasn't. Her tongue turned sour again and her frown returned without any need to force it. "I don't-"

"Ah, forgive me," he offered with genuine sounding contrition. He even stepped away again, back to a more respectful distance. "I do not wish to cause you discomfort."

She eyed him. He had taken no for an answer, which frankly put him ranks above plenty of the hormone driven bulls out there. She straightened her back, stating firmly, "I'm not looking for a mate."

"Then let it be so," he agreed easily. His voice was like silk. "I will not ask anything of you."

Thena maintained the distance he himself had offered. But if he truly was ready to accept her answer, then perhaps something of a friend would not be the worst to have in this mothernest. She was starting to realise that with exception to Gilgamesh, she had made little effort to find more, now that this was their home.

"I confess I knew you were from the Isles the second I saw you," he offered, again his own defense, but not disavowing his declaration of her beauty. "I have longed to return to the Isles for many years now. I was eager to speak with someone else who knew them."

"Hm," she contemplated her options aloud. She could surely talk with him about her past home. There weren't many other options, after all. And so long as he kept it to himself if he found her beautiful or not, she could concede having some company besides Ikaris might be nice.

"Your brothers flew here with you, yes?"

She relaxed some at the mention of her brothers. She was not the only one he had learned about. "Yes, we all made the journey together."

"Druig, the younger one," he began carefully. "I was not able to connect that he was from the Isles and your kin until recently, I confess."

She had to smile. Druig did look quite her opposite, in many ways. He had short horns, dark and coiled tightly to his head. Dark hair, sharp features, and his wings were like the darkest part of the ocean.

"He is mated with Makkari, the lightning guard."

That was a fitting name for her, Thena had to admit. "I am quite happy with the match."

"What of your other brother?" her new acquaintance asked, his hands back in his sleeves again.

Ikaris was like a medium between her and Druig. He had some grey in his hair, peppery toned wings like a great owl. Thena sighed. "I fear no one would be able to stomach him as a mate."

Her companion laughed. He had a nice laugh, his voice light but also somewhat husky. "Surely he can't be so bad."

"I fear he is worse," she rebutted, making him laugh more. It wasn't as nice as Gilgamesh's laugh, but it was nice to hear any laughter, now that she thought about it. Perhaps mating season was getting to her after all.

"I have seen him with Ajak's assistant," he offered.

She too had seen him hovering whenever Sersi was in the open. But Ikaris was too ungraced to approach her directly. Thena feared that he had picked that up from her directly. "She will need to court him herself if she has hopes of making it through his agate of a skull."

"An agate for a skull?" he questioned, humored by her term for it.

"Large, some might find it pretty, but it's technically hollow inside."

Her friend threw his head back in laughter, truly enjoying himself now. She had to smile, too. It was nice to make someone laugh.

"I have heard much worse about siblings from others, if anything he should be grateful you compare him to something so desired," he chuckled, wiping a tear from his silvery eyelash in laughter.

"Indeed, he has had females pursue him in the past," Thena lamented, back to ruminating upon mating season. "But he is too dense to realise. I end up having to break the news to them that he is...not the courting type."

"Ah," he made a face of feigning understanding.

She frowned again, looking at him. He was a pretty fae, she could see that. But something made her bristle again. "Why aren't you out there?"

"Hm?"

"I know why I am here," she continued, feeling as if the air were shifting around her. Her feathers started rising. "No one uses the tunnels."

He tilted his head at her, utterly innocent looking. "I thought a quiet walk might be nice. All the mating season chirping-"

"Your wings drag," she pointed out, looking down at their feet, her sandals and his slippers. Indeed, his silvery wings were dragging on the ground behind him, they were so long. He wouldn't be taking the cave tunnels unless he had to.

He sighed, and harshly at that.

Her brows furrowed. "Did you expect to find me?"

"I followed you in here," he grumbled, some of the smoothness of his voice leaving him. "I've been trying to speak with you for some time now, but you're always slipping away like a wriggly little eel."

She shivered; she hated eels.

"When I saw you come down here I thought," he shrugged, making quite light of the confession to having tailed her like a predator. "This was my chance to talk with you."

Whether he meant that literally or was alluding to more than speaking, she bristled. She was no one's prey. "Was any of what you said true?"

He gave her a look, thoroughly irritated with her now. It was a sharp contrast to how gentle and soft he had seemed mere moments ago. "I didn't falsify anything. I did just want to talk with you."

He did seem genuinely discouraged. Perhaps it was the privilege of being a bull that he had no idea how threatening it felt to find herself entrapped with him like this.

"But you're always hanging around with that meathead."

Her wings bristled for an entirely new reason. "Who?"

"The captain," he sighed--scoffed, rather. "Gilgamesh?--throws his weight around, doesn't talk much. I have only seen him a few times during his duties and he seems...staunch."

He couldn't have been further from the truth. "He is not."

"You fly with him often," he pointed out, and she tried not to let it ruffle her. "He was your escort when you arrived from the isles."

She stood her ground.

"I always thought it should have been me," he muttered, letting some bitterness come through in it. "I volunteered, actually. I told Ajak about living in the Isles in years past--it made the most sense for me to be your escort!"

He sounded quite certain about that.

"But she chose him," he rolled his eyes, even pulling his hands out of his sleeves to run a hand over his horns. They were long, but they were downturned. Thena liked how Gil's flowed back from his head, like the depictions of old dragons in some cultures.

"You are envious of him."

He made a face, and Thena realised that perhaps this was one of those times when she was no more graceful with their own kind than Ikaris. It was an uncouth thing to say aloud. He looked at her with wild eyes and approached her with his shoulders forward. His wings raised and even confined within the space they were, they were huge. "Me?!--jealous of him?!"

Thena took a step back, but he continued to push his way into her space. She shouldn't have said that (even if she was right). And now she was trapped in a tunnel where she wouldn't be able to fly, at least not at any decent speed.

He slapped the cave wall between them, his temper now in full control. "What could that urchin brained, thick skulled, sea salt coated idiot have that I don't-?!"

Thena blinked as he was yanked backwards so far that he fell straight onto his wings. He yowled and grumbled as he was stepped over, his pretty wings being bent and rumpled as he attempted to pick himself up with the weight of them working against him.

"Careful you don't hurt your thick skull."

Gilgamesh stepped over the other male, completely unbothered by his agonised groans radiating through the tunnel around them. He walked over to her, leaning down to her ear, "are you unharmed?"

She nodded, happy she was still clasping her hands behind her and around her wings, which were absolutely vibrating at the sight of him. Her heart hammered in her ears. "Yes."

"Good." Gilgamesh's voice was deep, and smooth, and pleasant to the ear. He turned back to the other fae present. "You!"

"Ugh," the male grunted, finally able to pick himself up. He huffed and puffed, hair ruffled and wings positively bedraggled. "What the hell was that for?! I was-"

Gilgamesh was in front of him in a second, nose to nose, eye to eye. His fists clenched audibly. "If I ever hear of you following anyone around, let alone trapping them in a tunnel?"

He rolled his eyes. "I didn't trap her-"

Gilgamesh grasped the front of the opposition's robes. He brought his face close, growling right in it, fangs bared, breath heavy. "If I ever see you say even a word to her again-"

"Won't happen," he was quick to try and slither his way out of trouble. Like a wriggly little eel, Thena thought.

"Ever!" Gilgamesh roared right in his face, shaking him. "You come near her again, and I'll shatter your wings so badly you'll never even feel the wind in them again."

The fae paled; it was about a serious a threat as there ever could be. He wrestled himself from Gilgamesh's grip and began backing his way out of the tunnel, head down, wings pressed flat. "Never again. Consider me gone."

They could hear his steps scurrying out of the tunnel almost the entire way back to the opening. Gil turned back to her. "Are you sure you're okay?"

She looked down at her toes. She felt foolish for having thought he had innocent intentions, even for a second. And perhaps he did, but she didn't feel any better about it.

"What are you doing in here?" he asked her gently, coming to her and reaching out for her hand. "I landed and went looking for you."

She kept her eyes down, not wanting to admit that she hadn't wanted to see him fawned over by other faeries. "I didn't feel I had the stomach for it."

She wasn't exactly explaining herself. But Gilgamesh accepted that, moving closer until he could pull her into his arms. She sighed as his hand drifted between her wings, massaging the knot that had formed there.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to her, burying his nose in her hair. "I should have been here to fend him off."

She inhaled the scent of him from his robes. She did want that. She wanted him to be around to fend off others in the name of keeping them away from his mate. She wanted to be able to tell the young fledglings that openly lusting after another's mate was unseemly. She wanted him to be hers as much as she felt he already was.

Gil pulled away first, holding her cheeks to kiss her properly. Their lips parted but he stayed close, his forehead to hers. "I know I'm not...we're not...I know. But I'm your mate, Thena--I am. And I'm not gonna let anyone think otherwise."

She pulled her head back enough to look at him, her lashes fluttering. He stared into them, his eyes such deep brown pools that made her want to sink into them. And they were so honest--she could believe everything she saw in them. She blushed.

Gilgamesh accepted as she kissed him again, slipping her hands under his wings and up his back. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm here now."

"Hm," she purred, happy just to enjoy a moment with him away from prying eyes. She rose onto her toes to nestle her nose right into the folds of his robes. And there, she found her feather, tucked away against his heart. She was in her rightful place, as far as he was concerned.

"Hey, you didn't eat, right?" he asked, eager to move past this unfortunate episode. "I found you something."

Her ears perked again--wings fluffed again.

Gilgamesh pulled out a pouch. Before it was even open her eyes went wide at the scent. He grinned, "we flew out pretty far today. But I found a few of these."

Her eyes sparkled as he handed over the treasure; an agate in its own right, filled with its own kind of jewels. She loved pomegranate.

"How 'bout we get away from all the noise," he chuckled, handing over the treasure so he could wrap his arm around her waist. "And I'll feed you those little seeds."

"Arils," she corrected, but with a wide smile, entirely too thrilled to have one of her favourite - rare - fruits within her hands again.

Gilgamesh just chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Anything my mate desires."

[rwac96]

Prompt

Alpha Male Stud, Summer/Beach Theme, Crossover, Slutty Sex

Characters: Shadow, Tifa

Summary: Shadow has gone to the beach with Tifa to relax. Unfortunately, his heat cycle was happening around this time, and he could barely control it. Once Tifa comes comes out in a revealing sling bikini, he can't control himself and pounces on her. Not knowing this was her plan all along

Meme: Mating Season

Schlap!-Schlap!-Schlap!-Schlap!--SMACK!!

"Oooh, yes!!" Tifa Lockhart wailed, as she was bent over by the Black Arms-Hedgehog hybrid. "Oooh, don't stop~!!"

The AVALANCHE Brawler's plan went better than she hoped, as she felt Shadow's phallus plunge in and out of her drooling slit. The black-haired beauty wore a revealing sling bikini, while the Ultimate Life Form was going through his heat cycle. Seeing the curvaceous terrorist and his rut being uncontrollable, he let his instincts take the reign. Tifa clutched the towel she laid on top of, her ass raised in the air as her buttocks jiggled and clapped due to the force of his thrusts.

"Oooh, so deep~!!" She slightly turns to the thrusting black & red Mobian, "Aaaahh~!! So wide!!"

Thwalp!-Thwalp!-Thwalp!-Thwalp!--THWACK!!

[opalsiren]

thinking about her (pirate queen rikki chadwick)

[sasanyaustala]

Day 6 - Fantasy AU (Dragons)

[terrible-monkie-kid-aus]

The Lego Monkie Kid fandom whenever they bring up demon mating season headcanon’s

Amethyst stalactite 28 cm. Complete all around. Artigas, Uruguay. Inquire for details

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Yes, the America Mating Season Chapter will be out soon.

[myshrall]

Y’all how do I look 👀 😘💋