#nesting hormones: ACTIVATED

[thunderheadfred]

IKEA is just targeting me, personally, at this point

Swedish Accent: Dear Fred we heard you are pregnant with a baby and your baby room will be green and also that you love little weënir døgs in little sweaters please come back and buy another kitchen from us we love you FReeEEeEDDdddDD

(DRÖMSLOTT series baby stuff)

[jensownzoo]

Took the panel out of the pet door between the two halves of the old coop's run to let the two groups of chickens (2 older hens, 2 year-old hens) interact directly. It went really well. No significant altercations at all.

Of course I did still have to go out at sunset to organize roosting, but that's only because Boss Bitch plants her feathery ass on the ramp for the evening and if you aren't in the coop by the time she decides it's bedtime, it it tough shit. The new hens haven't experienced this, so I had to shoo BB into the coop to let them in. They'll learn to adjust their own bedtime habits for this eventually. Until then I'll go check and assist if necessary.

[tsukii0002]

My demons' periods cycles. By Mc

Note: these are purely my headcanons at the moment, they are based on animal ethology and behaviours that I think would suit each character depending on their personality and Lore. I would love to read your headcanon in case you have them.

Warning: Long text. Possible grammatical errors. It's written as if Mc was writing for themself.

Hey, it me Mc, the best human. Here is a compilation of the behaviours of my demons during their periods, cycles, for practical day to day use. It wasn't easy but I sat them down and got to talk to them, with a little effort I now know what they need. So now I am ready to assist them during these complicated times and be prepared in case I find a dead goat on the porch as a tribute.

Lucifer, Mammon & Levi || Satan, Asmo, & Beel || Belphie, Barbatos & Diavolo || Simeon & Raphael

Belphie

It could be said that he is the one that best keeps his schedule.

During his period he still sleeps a lot, the only difference is that he has short periods of high activity.

He can stand the light well. In fact, he will often ask you for a spell that simulates sunlight to sleep under.

During his cycle, most of Belphie's body is covered with soft fur, although some parts of his body such as the end of his tail or chest is a denser fur (perfect for sleeping) where spotted patterns can be seen.

His horns and ‘claws” harden and his pupils become horizontal (Little cow boy).

He sheds a lot of hair and his claws grow, but he is too lazy to groom himself. So wherever he is there will be fur everywhere.

To get him to groom himself, you will have to tell him that you will help. Sometimes, he strokes you simulating the action of brushing the fur (so I think that if he wasn't the avatar of sloth he would groom his companion).

Belphie does not build a nest as such, but rather a kind of fort with all kinds of blankets, pillows or stuffed animals, he steals them from his siblings to feel safe, although he won't admit it.

He usually does it in the attic to be quiet, although your room is also one of his favourite options.

Belphie becomes possessive and somewhat capricious, he won't be shy about asking you to spoil and pamper him. Lucifer says he is always like this but it has gotten worse since you offered to help.

Before his period, Belphie will go a couple of days without sleep, which makes him very irritable. Is this the equivalent of hormones?

During his period Belphie's appetite neither increases nor decreases, but he needs to change his diet to high-energy items because of his periods of activity.

He will want you to feed him but he will not feed you.

Belphie can talk, although slower than normal. He will communicate most things to you with puppy calf eyes. He knows how to use his weapons, sly cow.

He produces pheromones and marks everything with them, without you noticing.

This pheromones are not very strong but have a unique scent. He is a bully and sometimes goes around the house spreading them to annoy his siblings.

Belphie likes you to always be rubbing him, in any moment, always looking after him. He gets very touchy.

One thing he will do a lot is lick and bite you gently. Sometimes he expects you to lick him back, my tongue is not ready for that Belphie.

Belphie's courtship consists of little taps to get your attention and release a special kind of pheromones, if you stay close to him he will consider the courtship a success and proceed to groom you insistently (so he can do it >:v)

You can be a bit naughty and get up, just to give it back to him, but come back quickly or he will cry.

The sense that develops the most during hir cycle is his smell, mostly to detect the presence of other people nearby.

His temperature rises a lot, but he won't give up blankets and other warm things. Prepare ice packs for you, not for him.

Belphie's purr is not very loud, it's more of a chest vibration, he's super cute when he purrs, but don't feed his ego.

He doesn't mind everyone knowing he's on his period and will make it everyone's problem.

Belphie: Mc… Mccccccc!

Mc: *worried* What's wrong?!

Belphie: *stretching his arms out* I'm on my periodooo, cuddle me.

Mc: *stifling laughter* Why should I?

Belphie: Eeeeh? *pouting* I'm on my period and you're not going to spoil me? How cruel.

Mc: *cuddling up next to him* You're such a spoiled brat.

Belphie: *cuddling up against them* Yeah, yeah, whatever you say *smiling*.

Belphie: *sleeping with hs shirt pulled up*

Mc: *observing the spots on his fur* Humm *drawing the shapes of the spots with their finger*

Belphie: *shrinking back*

Mc: Soft…

Belphie: *balling himself up into a ball* It tickles..

Mc: *smiling* A cute little cow with a cute little coat~

Belphie: *blushing still in his sleep* Stop…

Belphie: *courting Mc*

Mc: *getting up to go get something, without noticing it*

Belphie: …*his eyes fill up with tears*

Mc: Belphie??!!!

Belphie: Do you still love me?

Mc: Of course I love you,

Belphie: Then don't ever do that again… *biting their arm*

Mc: Ouch

Diavolo

Get ready to go underground. Diavolo nests in a cavern. There is a large underground cavern under the palace for this precise purpose.

Diavolo can go through his entire cycle without sleeping, but likes to do it, curled up in his nest just for the fun of it.

He can tolerate light, but only if strictly necessary.

You can find out a lot about Diavolos' period because the cycles of the royal are well documented.

Diavolo's scales harden and although black, they glow golden in the light and the golden scales double in size.

His pupils tear he's such a big lizar. And ornamental patterns are spread all over the skin.

Diavolo's grooming is complex and laborious, at first he didn't want to, but now he is the one asking for your help.

The scales on the wings, body and tail moult almost every day and it is advisable to keep his skin moisturised. If it gets too dry its can crack.

He needs to sharpen its claws and teeth, usually against rock walls.

Diavolo nests in its cavern, always high up, never close to the ground (you won't be able to get out of it without help).

This nest is surrounded by all kinds of treasures did you think the riches of the kings of Devildom were in the palace? No, most of it is in the cavern, accumulated generation after generation.

Very territorial, during his period almost all the employees of the palace must leave him. Also his sense of protection is increased, he will not leave you alone, he will not.

Diavolo's pre-heat consists of very constant feverish moments. But it is easy to detect that the cycle is approaching because of Barbatos.

During his period his appetite and voracity increase, he needs to hunt often, animals and beasts, but also souls trying to escape from the Devildom among other things (he takes the opportunity to go hunting when you sleep).

He will try to feed you, mouth to mouth, but seeing that it don't work, he will switch to giving you small pieces.

Diavolo in his demonic form can generate fire, not only with his magic. Because of your reluctance to eat raw food he started to ‘cook’ it with this fire.

Can speak on very specific occasions, the rest of the time he is non-verbal. His growls are literally demonic, sometimes it scares you and it is very sad to see his expression of guilt :(

As royalty, Diavolo has one of the strongest pheromones in Devildom, many demons are sickened by them (Ha, human insensitivity mode on), he consciously marks everything, especially his mate.

The only way to calm the dragon is direct physical contact, stroking its complex ornaments and wing membranes with your fingers It's like a game to be honest

Press on the muscles of its wings and neck and you will have it completely entranced. He has spent a lot of time alone during his periods and is in need of contact. Initiate physical contact and it will be pure happiness.

And most importantly, show reassurance, it makes him feel insecure to think that you are there against your will.

Diavolo's courtship is a ritual. First it will show off its grandeur by lighting up its scales and perform a nuptial flight where it will display its wings and ornaments.

After this he will look for the rarest prey to give them to you (the day he brought you a baby unicornia you almost fainted, thanks to Barbatos, you were able to get the baby out of there). Finally, he will try to dress you up with all kinds of treasures and jewels to ‘be a couple’.

All his senses are heightened, especially sight and smell.

There is a rumour that he sees everything that happens in Devildom. Which is a lie because you've seen him run into a wall when he's looking beyond it.

Diavolo's temperature increases a lot, despite the coldness of the cave (You slept on his chest because he's super warm? Yes, That from then on he always wanted you to sleep on top of him? Also).

Diavolo's purr is deep and loud. It will resonate throughout the cave, and will usually purr when you are paying attention to him.

Diavolo: *clearly worried*

Mc: *caressing his scales* What's wrong?

Diavolo: Mmmm *looking around*

Mc: *sighing* I'll tell you again, I'm here because I want to, because I want to take care of you, is that so hard to believe?

Diavolo: wrapping them in his wings Thank you…

Mc: *returning the hug* Anytime.

Diavolo: *placing a pearl necklace on their head*

Mc: *sitting on his lap* Dia...

Diavolo: *placing several precious stones on their chest *

Mc: Diavolo, dear.

Diavolo: *holding up a golden tiara to put on them*

Mc: *filled from head to toe with treasures* Diavolo, this is too heavy, it doesn't- stop, please.

Mc: *caressing a fairy that Diavolo has brought them as food*

Diavolo: *staring at the fairy*

Mc: Don't even think about it, if you burn the fairy, I'm out of here.

Diavolo: * indignant dragon sounds *

Mc: It's true... I can't leave here without you, but if you touch the fairy I'll get angry.

The fairy: *about to have a heart attack*

Barbatos

He doesn't sleep during his cycle, no matter how much you bowel, no matter how much you insist, he won't sleep. It is normal to wake up and find him watching you with his eyes wide open.

Light hurts him, during his period his skin becomes sensitive and burns very easily.

Barbatos' skin becomes very pale with a mucous covering. His tail elongates and ridges appear on his back, forearms and legs.

His horns also develop a membrane between their branches.

Its pupils lighten to the point of seeming to disappear, but then return to colour when it is alert. Sometimes you get the sensation that he stops blinking.

To groom himself, barbatos needs a lot of water. During his cycle he will create all kinds of water springs, (he is one of the few demons who can consciously use his powers).

 He's not a big fan of you helping him or watching him, he doesn't consider his appearance the most pleasant for a human.

He usually nests in his room, but sometimes opens portals to hidden parts of Devildom or even the human world, the latter more so since you started helping him. He creates a burrow, underground or among roots.

Although he occasionally goes out, he prefers to stay in his den.

Barbatos is dangerous, and possessive, he prefers loneliness with the sole exception of his mate, he is not territorial, I think because no one in their right mind would go near Barbatos during his period.

During his period Barbatos gets headaches, because he sometimes loses control of his powers and timelines overlap in his mind. The only thing you can do in these cases is stay by his side and comfort him :(.

Barbatos doesn't seem to need food. But for pleasure he sometimes devours curious prey (souls, blood of mystical creatures, cursed plants...).

He can talk without any problems, but he doesn't talk much. He prefers to attract attention with caresses or small bites. It is easy to interpret his silences.

During his period, Barbatos generates a lot of pheromones but does not mark. He has no sense of territory and prefers to stay close to his mate all day to avoid others approaching.

At the beginning of the period he will be reluctant to physical contact, he'll keep his distance, partly because of his appearance and partly because of fear of his behaviour. But little by little he will ask for more contact.

Don't touch him if he doesn't ask for it and make sure your hands are always wet or cold because even if he seeks your warmth, the normal temperature of a human could overwhelm him. Good thing we know magic, thanks Solomon.

Barbatos' courtship consists of a kind of lullaby, a humming, in which his skin glows slightly in a beautiful colour, quite frankly it is very mystical and magical. If it sees that you don't get disturbed it will hug you and swim with you for a long time (use magic, use it, or it will give you hypothermia).

Barbatos' senses are completely heightened, nothing escapes his awareness, but this is detrimental because very loud sounds, light or even physical contact can harm him. There are far more stimuli than millennia ago so this is yet another reason to isolate himself.

His temperature drops drastically, but he doesn't seem to have any problems with it.

Barbatos' purring is almost inaudible, you have to be very close to hear it. But it is quite easy for him to purr even though you won't notice it.

Barbatos is feeling quite vulnerable because he hasn't had his period for centuries so he is unfamiliar with his own reactions, and feels lost, although he will never admit it.

Give him confidence, by now, you are a master in demon periods.

Mc: Barbatos, my dear *peeling an apple*

Barbatos: *cuddling on Mc's lap* Hum?

Mc: Is there a reason why you chose one of the most remote places in the human world to spend your period?

Barbatos: … no

Mc: It's not so the brothers can't find me, is it?

Barbatos: … no…

Mc: *stifling laughter* Okay.

Mc: *gently stroking his back* How are you feeling?

Barbatos: *laying down next to them* It… hurts...

Mc: I'm sorry I can't help you *gently pouring water on his forehead.

Barbatos: You're here… that's more than well enough.

Mc: Give me some time and I'll find a way to calm those migraines.

Barbatos: *smiling* I'm sure you will….

Barbatos: I have to say I had forgotten what it was like to live ‘a period’.

Mc: I wonder why you've had them again after so long.

Barbatos: *smiling* It's because of you

Mc: Me?

Barbatos: *shrugging theur cheeks and rubbing their forehead against his * Yes, until you came there was no one who could be my potential mate, and my body knew it. Just like it knows you're here now.

Mc: *blushing* Those words count as courting? because they're working.

If you have made it this far, thank you very much 🩷

[bwabys-scenarios]

Hey! Goodnight!

Well, I would like to ask for headcanons of Hantengu clones x Wifey reader of how they would be with her pregnant and with the baby

(Ps. I really love your fanfics with the Hantengu clones! ❤)

Hantengu clones x pregnant!wife!reader

SFW/NSFW HCs

Warnings: possessiveness, pregnant sex, oral, creampie(obviously)

Sfw

-once they learn of your pregnancies be prepared to be treated like a QUEEN! I mean they already treat you so well but their affections increase 10x

-Urogi is the most excited and protective, keeps stealing you away to hide you in his nest, though later in your pregnancy he stops and instead builds a nest out of blankets for you at home!

-Aizetsu takes over most of the domestic duties, only allowing you to go to town to get supplies. He also starts taking baths with you more often and massages your sore feet and back.

-Karaku is very invested in baby names and just things about the baby! He helps pick out clothes and builds a crib and pretty much whatever else you want!!

-Sekido acts like he doesn’t care but he secretly cares the most. He absentmindedly places a hand on your tummy and talks to the baby when he thinks you’re asleep.

-speaking of hands on your tummy, you will not go a day without at least two of the clones rubbing your belly and cooing about how big you’re getting.

-they have no idea what to do when you get hormonal, sekido gets kicked out of the house at least once a week for yelling at you because he’s so nervous about your mood

-they are much more gentle with you, especially Urogi, before he’d be a bit rowdy but now when he holds you it feels like he’s handling glass

-they will not hesitate to run out and get whatever food you’re craving(if it’s night)

-you end up having more than one baby, possibly even quadruplets!!

-your children will never want for anything, because their dads spoil them absolutely ROTTEN

NSFW

-okay so they are so much more gentle with you

-all sexual activity stops once you’re 6 months along

-but before that they literally can’t keep their hands off of you

-especially Urogi he goes feral every time he sees you

-Karaku literally can’t go a day without being inside you or you jerking him off!! just so horny for you!!

-when you start producing milk all of the boys want a taste!!

-they can’t help but cum inside you now, expect to be absolutely full of cum at all times

-Aizetsu will just have tears rolling down your face after eating you out for hours on end 😭😭🙏

-sekido gets banned from any sex after month 2 because he’s too big and rough, though you do jerk him off and let him cockwarm you if he promises to be gentle!!

[lucysarah-c]

"Not in Season?" is easily one of my favorite Levi x Reader fics I've ever written. Not just because Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure, but because of the subtle details that make me giggle every time I re-read it.

Levi clearly goes through a "pre-rut" at the beginning, which is stupidly fun for me to write. He probably recognizes the symptoms but chooses to ignore them because, in his mind, they "can't possibly be happening to him." It’s like knowing your period is coming—nothing will make it better, but you still have to deal with the looming dread of how awful the next few days will be.

One of my favorite moments is when the MC first activates her ability to sense pheromones as Levi is putting on her necklace. She mentions smelling a citric-lavender scent, which was actually Levi’s attempt at flirting with her. As I mention in the second part, he was trying to flirt through his scent because, as an alpha, it was the only way he knew how—lmao. So her inner omega reacted to Levi even before her heat, and unintentionally, she probably produced pheromones that ended up triggering his rut.

Levi hissing at Erwin will never not be funny. Especially because Erwin ends up sending Hange to check on him, probably thinking, "Damn, he reeks... Wait, did he just hiss at me? Great. Don't tell me my best soldier is about to go into a rut in the middle of winter."

But my personal favorite part is how Levi was such a sunshine to the MC the entire time. She even mentions being scared of how Levi acts during his rut because he’d always been so nice, calm, and attentive to her. He stays that way in part two, though—he’s just too drunk on his hormones to think straight.

And of course, Levi had been trying to court her the whole time in typical alpha fashion, though she didn’t realize it. He kept asking her if she needed anything from downtown and would bring stuff back from Reeves for their tea times. Basically, it was his way of "offering food and comfort," which is alpha code for, "Look, I’m providing for our nest... don’t you want to mate with me?"

I swear, "Not in Season?" was one of my favorite fics to write. Sometimes I think about rewriting it as a longer, multi-chapter fic.

[fatkish]

Alpha Mezo Shoji x Mortem Omega Reader

For Mortem Omegas it isn’t really so much that they are violent and aggressive on purpose or that they are adversed to alphas, it’s more like they are in a constant mental state of fight or flight.

They rely almost exclusively on their instincts as well as their animal brain

Needless to say, Mortems were given the name Mortem after the Latin word for mortality and death: Mort

Mortems have a very sensitive sense of smell that allows them to pick up even the slightest traces of adrenaline or cortisol (stress hormones) that alphas give off, when an alpha has certain chemical scents, the omega will react violently as an instinctive safety mechanism.

Due to Mezo’s rather lax and calm demeanor, when he first came across the omega reader, he wasn’t afraid or stressed meaning he didn’t activate the reader’s instinctive kill drive. Aizawa, is another example of an Alpha who doesn’t trigger violence in Mortem omegas due to his logical reasoning and calm temperament

Without their kill drive leading them, Mortems are just like any other omega, they can be submissive and given alpha commands but only from an alpha that they trust and deem as their’s

When Mezo met the reader, they were curious about him and began scenting him, circling him and taking on his scent

Mezo just let them do whatever they needed to do. Once the reader was done, they walked up to him and put one of his hands on their face. Mezo gently scratched their head and scalp leaving the omega to purr and give off happy chirps.

After that, the reader reached out their arm and exposed their wrist to Mezo, understanding that the reader was now letting him scent them, he began to take in their scent.

After meeting him, the reader followed Mezo back to the dorms. Realizing this, Mezo called Aizawa and explained the situation to him.

Not wanting the reader to attack anyone, Aizawa had the other staff members notified and made sure that the other alpha students in class 1A were in their rooms and didn’t come out until after the Omega was tucked away in Mezo’s dorm.

Recovery girl told the staff that the best course of action was to allow the reader to stay as close to Shoji as possible since they seem to be interested in him. She suggested that the reader should be with Mezo as much as possible and suggested that the reader be be provided with nesting materials to build a nest with inside Shoji’s room

Seeing how small the the reader can make themselves, Recovery Girl had Power Loader build a small box, similar to the one Tanjiro carries Nezuko in, that blocks out scents and is comfortable so that Shoji can keep an eye on them at all times

Reader is fiercely protective and loyal to Mezo, so much so that any perceived threat to him will be met with snarling and aggressive threat displays signaling for whatever to back off or f~~~ around and find out

This is when Mezo releases calming pheromones and gently rumbles to the reader, giving off small purrs and making noises that signal safety and comfort. Mezo calms the reader and has them stay inside their box and simply lets them keep an eye on him.

Since the reader will attack Bakugou without restraint or hesitation due to his constant aggression, Aizawa has forbid Mezo from sparring with Bakugou

Reader, just like other omegas, is extremely friendly and protective of children or pups. When Eri is brought to live with Aizawa on Campus, he often leaves the reader with Eri since the reader can be trusted to take care of her

The reader ends up building a giant nest in Mezo’s dorm. I also strongly believe that Mezo and Tokoyami have a pack bond between them and reader is part of it. Tokoyami is the only other member of 1A who has been inside the reader’s nest

When it comes to the reader’s heats, they are constantly biting Mezo. Luckily he’s got plenty of stamina and can easily subdue the reader. (Come on people, we all know how horny we were as teenagers)

I also believe that Aoyama is an omega, and the reader has a tendency to be like a mother cat and corrals other omegas who are not bonded as well as those that are, into their own little communal nest.

Mortems are fiercely protective of other omegas, they have a tendency to create packs and have been reported to act as an alpha in the sense that they are defensive and will create bonding marks similar to mating or claiming marks. These marks basically act as a hive-mind~ish emotional and psychological frequency that allows the Mortem to look after their bonded omegas. This bond is like a sisterhood or brotherhood bond.

Mezo has had to apologize to other alphas for the reader’s habit of kidnapping other omegas. This is when he puts his foot down and is one of the only times he uses his status and authority as an alpha, to make the reader do as he says.

(I hope that you enjoyed this and thank you for your request. I will add more to this as the thoughts come to me and I might make a NSFW part 2. I don’t know, I’m still working on the eight other requests)

[moltengoldveins]

honestly I’d like to see more weird interesting interpretations of the effects a magical or ‘humans are space orcs’ environment could have on a chronically ill character. Like, I have a Ton of random sensitivities that could absolutely screw me over should I end up in Fantasy/Space/Pandora Land, such as:

Mold sensitivity absolutely SCREWING with someone in Bioluminescent Magical Mushroom Land. They walk through the archway or up the path or whatever into the magical tree place and just Immediately pass out. If they’re brought there unconscious, they simply don’t wake up, and eventually when their friends wake up they puzzle together that the illumination for the whole building is just Mushrooms in the Walls.

Someone dealing with a detox issue who currently has a ton of heavy metals in their system walking underneath a floating island being held aloft by magnetism and just bowling over in agony as the current pulls the metals from where their body stowed them into their bloodstream. I’ve sorta had this happen to me, I tried one of those “run a magnetic current thru your body so the metals are dislodged and your body can flush them out” things, but I didn’t know I was dealing with a complete shutdown of the systems that remove toxins from your body (kidney and liver and sweat and more all of it was in complete shutdown I was actively dying dw about it-) so all it did was shoot a bajillion little capsules of poison into my blood with nowhere for them to go and I almost passed out and felt like crud for the next week.

Moon sensitivity being So Much Worse on a planet with multiple moons. People’s hormones and periods and chronic pain spiking randomly with basically no warning or schedule it would SUCK. A character with bipolar is So Much Worse on that planet and none of her alien friends know what’s happening.

Spikes and drops in barometric pressure due to magically summoned storms causing severe chronic pain flare-ups in either the mage summoning the storm or one of their allies whom they didn’t know had joint problems. Same with a planet with a very unstable atmosphere.

Vitamin or nutrient deficiency, or genetic conditions that prevent someone from metabolizing the nutrients in their food and necessitate supplements. This would be HUGE. Can you imagine a human character with anemia, or low vitamin D, or an issue metabolizing folic acid in space? Or in a medieval world that can’t accommodate their needs? Just an alien crew watching in worried confusion as their human slowly grows sluggish, twitchy, forgetful and snappish during an unexpected long haul to a distant outpost. When asked what’s wrong, they say they’re fine, or that their nutrient intake has just been low recently, but they’ve been eating the same things they always have. The ship medic does a brain scan and realizes their grey matter is cannibalizing itself, and he can’t figure out why. The human stops exercising, and when they do, one of their crew mates notices they aren’t sweating anymore. One day they run into the room of another crewmate with a padded floor nest, curl themselves into it, manage to stammer out a “don’t worry, don’t tell others. I’m ok” before they start thrashing. Finally they arrive on base and the human medic is like “Oh dang. You didn’t refill your folinic supplements before you came here did you? Dang. we’re gonna need to keep you on a higher dose for a bit to try to make sure your immune and detox systems don’t crash. How bad were the seizures?” and every alien in the crew is Horrified.

Someone who needs assistive devices but only occasionally has a bad day halfway through the Magic Quest and realizes in horror that they forgot their cane/ can’t currently access their chair. Someone who takes muscle relaxers or painkillers thrice or so a month having a huge flare-up and being immobile for an entire day while rushing to Stop The Evil Lord.

Someone who needs excess oxygen always walking around in an atmospheric suit, even in human-friendly atmospheres, because they’re self-conscious about the breathing tube.

Someone with POTS trying to keep their salt intake up in fantasy medieval Europe where salt is tricky to get, or a space setting where salt is a minor poison to most species.

[pokemonshelterstories]

You know how, sometimes, when you work with certain pokemon, they can sometimes imprint on you? And that leads to either the pokemon seeing you as a parent (if this happens while it's young) or seeing you as a potential mate (if this happens while it's older)? Well, I have a friend who is currently rehabilitating a dull and chronically rusty Skarmory, and this seems to have happened to him. Big ol' metal birdie has taken a liking to him.

Unfortunately, she has started getting aggressive whenever female staff members interact with him in her line of sight, doing things like flaring her wings and screeching. She hasn't actually attacked anyone, but the staff are worried nonetheless. Even dull, her wings have cut through whole trees in her enclosure before.

They have the equipment necessary to deal with a hostile Skarmory, but because of her dull and rusted state, some staff are concerned that it might just hurt her.

Is there anything you could recommend? Either a way to dissuade the Skarmory from its amorous feelings for my friend, or to keep her calm while she's being cared for?

this is something we see happen with human-raised skarmory on occasion. skarmory are not social pokemon by default and will typically only bond with other skarmory during mating and nesting season, after which they split off from each other and live solitary lives for the rest of the year.

this is about the time of year when skarmory begin breeding, especially in areas with warmer climates, so she's going to be hormonal and aggressive regardless. this is on top of her not feeling well, which often makes pokemon more quick to lash out.

for their safety and her emotional well-being, the best thing they can do for her is to really just. leave her alone unless she's actively getting treatment. don't let anyone linger around her enclosure. anesthetize her if they need to get hands-on. ball her if they need to enter to put out food or clean the enclosure. if he's the only person she'll tolerate for things like daily visual checkups, then assign him to focus solely on her as much as they can. for rehab purposes, skarmory is classified as an inherently dangerous pokemon (they fall under subclass Ib- pokemon with territorial aggression- and IIa- pokemon with whom physical contact can cause immediate harm), which means that she should not be handled in free contact unless proven not to pose a significant risk of danger. because of this, they should always have a barrier between her and staff unless she is under anesthesia.

you can't really argue with a skarmory's feelings- and it isn't safe to try, because it doesn't take much for a skarmory to cause severe injury to a human. even their bonding behaviors with their mates, such as preening and wing-slapping, are unsafe for humans because of how sharp their bodies are. hopefully as her hormones settle and as they lessen contact with her, she will become less aggressive. until then, though, the best way to prevent injury is to not give any opportunity for it to happen.

[wroteclassicaly]

Steve painting your toenails when you’re pregnant. You’ve never seen that man more focussed. Except that one time when he was putting your daughter’s crib together and went overboard, because he panicked it would somehow fall apart, and she’d get hurt.

“You think she’ll let me do this for her when she gets a little older?” He doesn’t look up, swiping the pastel blue across your pinky toe (the hardest one).

“She’s gotta get here first, baby.” You tease.

You pick up your cool drink, swiping a finger across the condensation, the drink he’d catered you with before getting out your nail polish caddy and supplies. Steve always makes sure to keep you pampered, knowing what you’re doing to grow his tiny human. It’s annoying sometimes, especially with your fluctuating hormones, but he takes it in stride. He’d read all the baby books before you, attended every check-up, made sure you favorite foods were available, prepared the nursery, helped you nest, even started picking up the task of assisting in shaving your legs. And when he couldn’t be there to satiate your food cravings, he always had someone on stand by who could pick it up for you.

As for the other things? You weren’t sure who was more sexually addicted to one another. Your hormones were going wild for Steve’s scent, those hands, those freckles, that mouth, his body, that thick fucking cock, his fucking hair — everything. It didn’t matter what he did, it could be something simple that would set you off. And his fascination with your newly round belly, the little kicks that appeared underneath his massive palm, how tender you seemed to be between your legs or your breasts.

Your tits… fuck. The way they’ve swollen with milk in preparing to feed your daughter, all the visuals that Steve has, the way he holds the heavy globes, caressing, indulging, fascinated in your body changing and giving you what you need for a new person to enter the world. You and Steve had made that decision immediately. To feed her from your breast, if you could, hoping she wouldn’t have trouble taking. The way his heart swelled thinking about you caring for something, someone, that you both made. Two people who were once strangers, at different ends of the social hierarchy spectrum.

All that you’ve been through, all that you’re going through, and all that you will go through in the years to come.

“I know it’s usually a mother daughter thing, but I don’t know —“

“Steve,” you say softly, hand laying over top his. His watch catches beneath the lamplight, his thumb-pad swiping to caress your knuckles. “It’s an activity she can do with both of us, if that’s what she wants to do. I know how involved you wanna be with her life, and it’s okay, baby. You will be, even if she decides she wants to play with makeup, you can be the test dummy. And if she wants to play hair salon, your hair —“

“Woah, woah,” Steve lifts the small polish lid, color almost dripping. You snort and shake your head. He begins to focus back on your toes. “We can bring Uncle Eddie over for that one.”

You’re just sipping on your soda, knowing that even his precious hair isn’t off limits in regards to his little girl. Already having him wrapped around her finger, he’s pretty much guaranteed to be the beauty shop test dummy. And he knows that as well, and he would not have it any other way.

[writtenonreceipts]

Rowaelin Month Day Thirteen: Pregnant @rowaelinscourt

Month Masterlist // AO3

just fluff. wasn't really wanting to post but here we are

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Morning Light

Winter hung low over the city one early morning in December.  The gray clouds were impenetrable, even to the brightness of the sun, leaving the world in a pale gray haze.  Ever since October, the weather had taken a turn.  It left everyone in a violent desperation for warmth.  Instead, Terrasen was gifted freezing rain, cold wind, and darkened skies.  Everything had transformed in the span of a few weeks leaving Aelin desperate for summer.

She’d always preferred those warm months with the bright sun, blue skies, and warm air.  Summer was when everything felt alive and real.  Now, as she stared out the from window and at the trees that surrounded the house, the world simply felt bare.

It was strange considering most of the trees in the forest were evergreen and there was only the occasional alder and maple stripped bare to empty branches.  And the foliage was still rich and vibrant.  Not even the freezing weather could kill the sword fern or blackberry bush.

Still…the world felt different now.

She raised her mug of hot chocolate to her lips taking a long sip.  Most of it was still whipped cream.  She fully believed that if a mug wasn’t at least half full of either marshmallow or cream, it wasn’t hot chocolate.  The sweet drink seeped through her body, warming the near perpetual chill that had been settled in her bones since September.

Through the window she watched a red breasted robin land in the bird feeder, plucking away at the seed she’d refilled yesterday.  It didn’t seem bothered by the chill.  Or maybe instinct had driven it from its nest.

She took another sip of cocoa.

Upstairs she listened as the bedroom door opened and a pair of soft feet descended the stairs.  She didn’t turn, waiting for the inevitable feel of her husband coming up behind her.  In a matter of moments, she was wrapped up in his strong arms.

“You’re up early,” Rowan said, his voice rough with sleep as he nestled his nose into the juncture of her neck.

Aelin smiled, enjoying the feel of him against her. “I had to pee.”

A chuckle rippled through Rowan’s chest.  He pressed his lips to her skin, kissing and nipping a small love bite there.  One of his hands stretched out over her stomach.

“Is the little firefly causing grief again?” he teased.

“Always,” Aelin said.  Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes.  She couldn’t help it these days.  Ever since learning she was pregnant; she’d been so damned emotional.  Every little thing set her off.  If it wasn’t Rowan’s gentleness it was the dog giving her morning kisses.  And if it wasn’t either of those things it was eating a warm piece of toast.  She couldn’t even go to Wal-Mart in case she accidently walked past the baby department and saw little baby slippers for sale.

She pressed a hand to his, keeping it rooted on her barely swelling belly.  She was only about three months along and would honestly say that she was still in shock over the whole thing.  After five years of marriage, she and Rowan had been slowly moving on from actively trying to grow their family.  They’d seen doctors and even done a few hormonal treatments to try and help things along.  But with money being tight anything more was outside of their budget.  They’d been told it would just take time (some doctors even saying there was nothing to do).

In short, they’d given up hope.

“Please tell me you already ate something?” Rowan asked. “Hot chocolate isn’t real food.”

“It’s what the baby wants,” Aelin insisted.  “You know I can’t keep anything down.”

It was true.  Everything she even looked at made her queasy.  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a full meal.

“What about waffles?” Rowan insisted.  He pulled back enough to turn Aelin in his arms so he could kneel down and press a kiss to her belly. “What do you think, Firefly?”

“You know he’s not going to start moving for another three weeks, right?” Aelin rolled her eyes, though still endeared at her husband’s antics.

“It’s a girl,” Rowan replied swiftly.  He kissed her belly one more time before standing, taking the hot chocolate from her. “And baby agrees with me.  Waffles are in order.”

It was a common argument of if they were having a boy or a girl.  Neither was planning on yielding anytime soon.

“With strawberries,” Aelin conceded.  It was the one fruit that she could stomach.

“Absolutely.”

Aelin let her husband lead her to the kitchen and sat at the table while he insisted on bustling around to get breakfast in order.  He even made her more hot chocolate without her even having to ask.

It was a simple Saturday morning, but she wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

[taylor-titmouse]

Not to pull a Romick, but what would happen if you gave a male gnome the cocktail of hormones that makes the females into breeding females? What about if you gave testosterone(?) to a female (breeding or non breeding)?

hmmm. hmmmmmmmm. well. i think a male given queen-making hormones would rapidly gain weight (if provided enough food) and would lose his instinct to mate. if he's pre-rut when you do it, his genitals wouldn't develop. so you'd have a big, fat gnome with a tiny dick and low energy. if you're giving him regular hrt, his body would produce the pheromones that suppress queen development and promote group bonding, but worker gnomes wouldn't really know what to do with him. he can't get pregnant. that's his one job and he can't do it.

if you gave him non-queen hormones, just regular non-breeding female hormones, nothing would really happen. he just wouldn't go into rut and the effects of rut could be somewhat reversed if done early enough.

if you gave a non-breeding adult female male hormones, her clitoris would engorge and she'd engage in male breeding behaviors, such as humping things, seeking out queens, and losing interest in members of her natal colony. not much else would happen.

queening is an irreversible physical state, so if you gave a queen gnome male hormones, she'd get really horny and physically active in a way she's not meant to be, and would likely crush her husbands with sex before tearing the nest apart in search of food and more mates.

not recommended

[homeofhousechickens]

You know chickens get hormonal to. When your hen starts laying again after a molt or being broody or when spring rolls around it's completely normal and natural for your pet chicken to be more vocal, fussy, active, and touchy feely. That goes for both roosters and hens. Roosters might get a bit more saucy and showy just remember to redirect their pecks away from your hands and feet if necessary.

There is nothing you need to change (beyond making sure hens have constant access to calcium) but offering more enrichment and fresh fruit and veggies might keep your chicken more busy and I'm sure both hens and roosters would appreciate a refreshed and clean cozy nest box. I do feel like the process of laying again isn't the most comfortable for a hen I'd imagine they experience something similar to cramping and other discomfort so just keep that in mind when your hen is being louder and more fussy then usual. Give her a little pat and a treatie! It's hard work starting up the egg laying process again.

Chickens aren't parrots so its perfectly fine to pet and cuddle them during this time just make sure they are just also engaging in natural behaviors like dust batheing and foraging and aren't constantly trying to cuddle you.

[wordy-little-witch]

I have the wildest soft spot for omegaverse stuff done well, specifically with worldbuilding and nuance and dynamic takes so here's mine:

((For context, platonic Shanks and Buggy))

Roger's crew was mostly Alphas and some Betas, so when they took two Pups on (one from infancy, one later on), they weren't really expecting much. Then Shanks presented as an Alpha. Oh, they think, okay that checks out. Might need to start looking into giving the boys their own rooms, but things are chill for now. Not much changes beyond Shanks trying to cuddle Buggy a little bit more than usual. Red's pretty even tempered, as far as Alphas go! This is gonna be fine-

And then Buggy complains of a stomach ache.

They don't realize at first what it is. Crocus does note that he has a slight fever, Roger is a bit more frantic in his general smothering habits, and Buggy's even allowing it, but they just think the poor dear is getting sick again.

That night, Buggy shakes Shanks awake. He's flushed and lightheaded and everything hurts, he's not okay, he needs something and he doesn't know what, his bones are itching - and Shanks pulls him into his bed, into a hug, and Buggy burrows closer, whining, a soft sound Shanks has never heard quite like this, but Buggy is upset, and he smells distressed, he's scared so-

He yells for dad, and Crocus, Roger and Ray come running. They all panic because Buggy is absolutely presenting, but that is a HEAT, and they're NOT EQUIPPED FOR THIS, Crocus sends Ray to update the course to find the closest possible docking spot, he tries to pick Buggy up, pull him away from Shanks, and Buggy growls. Everyone freezes, and Roger reaches out to pet the blue haired boy's head, earning a tiny chirp even as their junebug clung to his packmate harder. Shanks cuddles him back just as tightly, and Buggy squirms until he can grab Roger's sleeve, tugs as he blinks up at the man with pleading blue eyes.

Crocus admits that his familiarity with omegan health is lacking, it being a rather small field of study officially. He's not entirely sure what he can do, especially given Buggy's natural health issues they've already determined and his Devil Fruit. It's a learning curve. But the first Heats are typically the worst - more painful, overwhelming, etc, as they are essentially a biological startup sequence. Things shift, move, activate, and the first can often lead to heatsickness - given Buggy's general demeanor already, that's a higher concern.

As it is, it becomes smth of a chaotic frenzy of trying to keep a hormonal firecracker both calm and resting. This is not made easier with Buggy's clinginess, nor his odd skill in simply disappearing because he got bored, came back to the Nest to find someone missing (they went to search for him), and now's he's sniffling and everyone is trying to avoid a sobbing clown.

Now for context, Alphas, Betas, Omegas - these are all secondary to your primary genders. The primary is the general default of genetics and are multifaceted. Your secondary is a mix of genetic and instinctive reaction to thing, or rather how your brain is hardwired to respond to external stimuli. You can transition either or both, and some can change secondaries without intervention. Typically changed secondaries happen in adulthood and are either a bit of clownfish type biology bullshit or a result of a sudden, stark paradigm shift.

Buggy never really had much reason either way to change much - he's always been fairly serious about very specific things, and while being an Omega - the ONLY Omega at that - on the crew was a point of insecurity, he never really thought the instincts that came with it were bad. ((He also didn't think to hate THAT bit, he hated other things about himself)).

But yeah, Buggy being an Omega. I dunno. I just very specifically love that take.

Also Buggy's crew being aware of his designation makes me so happy. Like. He'd definitely be the type to not give a flying fuck about gender, assigned or otherwise, sexuality, race, whatever the fuck. He values what you HAVE, not what you ARE, and I think he'd be adamant on that with his crew. Sexism, misogyny, racism, trans or homophobia is stomped out faster than you could blink. And if he catches wind of a question of consent, he is handling that matter PERSONALLY.

((Bonus points, by and large, most don't know Buggy's secondary bc he uses scent patches and doesn't fit the stereotypes. There's theories, but the main one is him being a Beta or a weird Alpha, Omegas and Piracy are not a concept which go hand in hand very often to the public eye.

Cross Guild was formed with that little tidbit unknown, and it led to some very silly hijinks and shenanigans))

[tsukii0002]

My demons' periods cycles. By Mc

Note: these are purely my headcanons at the moment, they are based on animal ethology and behaviours that I think would suit each character depending on their personality and Lore. I would love to read your headcanon in case you have them.

Warning: Long text. Possible grammatical errors. It's written as if Mc was writing for themself.

Hey, it me Mc, the best human. Here is a compilation of the behaviours of my demons during their periods, cycles, for practical day to day use. It wasn't easy but I sat them down and got to talk to them, with a little effort I now know what they need. So now I am ready to assist them during these complicated times and be prepared in case I find a dead goat on the porch as a tribute.

Lucifer, Mammon & Levi || Satan, Asmo, & Beel || Belphie, Barbatos & Diavolo || Simeon & Raphael

Satan

Light damages his eyes, and during his period he does not sleep at all.

During his cycle, the plaques that extend from his tail to his entire body become more pronounced and acquire a bioluminescent coating. As do its horns. Beware, they prick.

Some parts of his body grow feathers (I think this is a "side" effect of his birth). He aggressively plucks them out, help him not to hurt himself.

His teeth grow continuously, he has to be sanding them (biting things or his own tail). Other than that he doesn't groom much.

Satan doesn't have a fixed place to spend his heat, and although he likes to "nest" he doesn't know how to do it well, which frustrates him a lot. Help him, you already have experience (I think that's why he has chosen my room as his favourite place)

Depending on the weather he may make something more like a nest or a burrow.

Satan is terribly territorial, even with his siblings. He has had a run in with Cerberus from time to time. Please don't let that happen, the house won't hold.

Satan does not have a pre-heat period as such, but you can tell it is coming because he becomes more taciturn and solitary.

Raw meat is his main food, which is what he goes out to hunt very often because he needs a lot of it, but make sure he doesn't eat more than his capacity or it will make him sick. One way to do this is to feed him yourself (I think he thinks you have hunted for him if you do this).

Satan is the only one who haunts other demons and even souls of the condemned.

It is the only one that has fought other demons. Any living thing within 100 metres of him is encroaching on his territory, which is a problem because he moves so much for hunt.

Satan becomes non-verbal. But he does not use noises to communicate, only physical contact.

Growls and roars are reserved for threats and warnings (in other words, to communicate with everyone but you).

He likes physical contact, but is afraid to get close in case he hurts you (his tags and tail), you won't deny him comfort so be careful and that's it.

Satan produces pheromones, but does not usually mark.

His way of courting is to offer you resources, especially prey (he wants to prove he can feed you), it's not the first time he's brought you a live demon. Once he brought you a Little D, the poor thing kept shaking.

Satan's senses are heightened to the extreme. Many stimuli upset him and he has fits of rage. talk to him, so that he focuses his attention on your voice, that will calm him down. Lucifer's voice calms him down a lot too (but it's a secret)

All these changes (hormonal, behavioural…) are not good for his anger, the poor thing gets very angry without knowing why.

Satan's temperature is a reflection of his activity, when he is on the move it increases and when he stops it decreases.

During periods of low activity he curls up next to you, holding your hand (for fear of hurting you) with his pupils fully dilated, don't be fooled, he is fully alert and ready to attack.

Satan purrs? YES! It's the purr that most resembles a cat (that will make him happy, but don't tell him, the avatar of wrath has his pride).

Mc: *in their bedroom helping Satan* Here is ok?

Satan: *looking at them and nodding*

Mc: Making a nest is complicated… are you sure this is okay?

Satan: *standing next to them and rubbing his cheek with their cheek *

Mc: *smiling* Okay, let's go to the next part.

Satan: *grunting at a demon that's approached the house*

Mc: Satan!!! Satan stop!!!

Demon: *paralyzed with fear*

Mc: *hugging* Satan now, let him go, he's going, he's goi- agh!

Satan: !!!

Mc: *cut themself with his tail* It's okay, it's nothing.

Satan: *guilty look*

Mc: *taking him by the hand* Don't worry, this heals fast.

Satan: *nodding still guilty, squeezing their hand*

Demon: …. I thought I was dying!!!!

Satan: *purring as he presses his chin on Mc*

Mc: *talking to him to calm him down* And remember you don't have to go out every day, there's plenty of food here….

Satan: *purring more loudly*

Mc: But if you see my great uncle's soul, the one from the village, it's all yours.

Satan: *nodding with a smile*

Mc: *laughing* How trustworthy, you're awesome Satan.

Asmo

Although he spends most of his time awake, he needs to sleep.

He can be just as active during the day as he is at night (like arachnids).

For him to sleep, you have to be right next to him or he won't sleep.

Asmo needs to nest completely under cover, underground, but prefers the safety of his home to going outside. So he improvises a burrow in his room.

During his period the scales of his exoskeleton become shiny and velvety coated, as do his wings and horns.

Them take on a more striking fuchsia colour than usual. It will be one of the few times you will be able to see Asmo's tail with its sting.

He preens himself a lot, moistening its wings, polishing its scales... At first he is a little reluctant to be helped, but later he will be constantly asking for your help.

More than territorial, Asmo is possessive. He doesn't want you to leave his side, sometimes with his siblings too. If he smells a scent of someone else in his tribe, good luck to that individual.

Asmo doesn't have pre-heat, you'll just wake up one day with all your clothes gone and you'll know it's started.

Asmo's diet during its cycle is varied, although its consumption increases, ranging from fresh meat, fluids of all kinds, to poisonous substances such as flowers, mushrooms or other live animals. Be sure to allow some time to pass before he kisses or bites you.

If you get him a rare poisonous plant, he will be happy and content.

He can talk normally, but he will also make clicking sounds to indicate his mood.

Lots of pheromones, Asmo produces lots and lots of pheromones during his period, pheromones that he will use to mark his territory. Often his siblings can't be near him. You don't have that problem

Asmo is very needy to contact, hug him, give him kisses, caress his wings, his hair. He will be happy to let you.

And he will return the gesture, he will bite you too (always have your first aid kit handy). He will always try to be on top of you or for you to be on top of him.

Asmo's courtship consists of exsivating while performing a dance (like scorpions), this dance is complex and elaborate, and during it he releases a large amount of pheromones.

He gets very confused when you don't react to it, Asmo I'm sorry but I can't smell your pheromones, sometimes he even gets sad.

His senses are very developed, especially his sense of smell, which is more developed than any of his siblings. Make sure the flowers in his room are enchanted so that they don't emit odour and with perfumes and other fragranced products the same or he can get hurt.

Asmo's temperature will generally drop, but he will go through periods of very high fever (due to his sin) which will leave him tired.

During fever peaks he will become very active, and will devote most of his time to courting. To balance this out you will have to COURT him yourself, you'd better improve that dance.

Because of his temperature, he will spend most of his time hiding in the burrow, demanding your cuddles.

He purrs? , yes, in an adorable and soft way. It is easy to make him purr, with a simple praise.

Asmo: Kiss? *with Mc sitting on his lap*

Mc: Not yet Asmo.

Asmo: *with teary eyes* Don't you love me anymore?

Mc: *sighing* Asmo, my life, my heart, you just ate three nightshade roots.

Asmo: *almost crying* And?

Mc: I love you very much but I also want to live.

Asmo: My nose itches.

Mc: Wait a bit longer, I'm finishing enchanting the flowers.

Asmo: *sad * It would be less trouble to remove them…

Mc: But you like them, don't you?

Asmo: Mc..

Mc: *hugging him* I'm here to help you and to make you comfortable, if you like the flowers, the flowers stay.

Asmo: Love you so much!

Asmo: *dancing with a very high fever*

Mc: Asmo, you are so beautiful… you can rest now.

Asmo: *staring at them non-stop*

Mc: *blushing while standing up * You leave me no choice *starts dancing and grabs Asmo by the waist*

Asmo: ?! Are you courting me?! * excited*

Mc: *Grabbing him in their arms to take him to rest* Yup, it worked?.

Asmo: I'm all yours, Mc, from the beginning…

Beel

Light is not a problem for him, although he prefers darkness.

During his period, the exoskeleton hardens and plates of it appear all over his body, and his horns become iridescent.

In addition, its wings become ribbed in a pattern, which at first glance is very beautiful. The more complex the pattern, the more attractive it is. You always see his wings as beautiful, but you agree with him, Beel deserves it.

He does a lot of grooming, which is lovely to see, because Beel is a bit clumsy and needs constant help, he has been injured a few times and you don't want that to happen again.

There are some flies and other insects that lay their nests underground. In Beel's case he has a small gallery dug in the garden, which he uses for storage too.

Beel at the beginning of the cycle may be in the house, but as he progresses he will be in his gallery.

More than territorial, he becomes protective of you and his siblings (he once kidnapped Luke), so when he is in his gallery he feels bad, because his desire to protect them is crushed by his need to be hidden.

Beel has a very marked pre-heat, in which he accumulates large quantities of food in his small cave and his appetite doubles. All the inhabitants of the house join in at this time to cook.

In contrast, during his period of heat his activity is reduced and his appetite decreases, this does not mean that he does not eat, he eats more often but in much smaller quantities and from storage (food that does not spoil).

He will insist on feeding you constantly, prepare indigestion medicine, you will need it.

Beel becomes totally non-verbal, be prepared to become an interpreter, he communicates with grunts, clicks and buzzes his wings.

Lots of buzzing, it's not the first time you've been hit by his wings, with the different buzzes he makes all sorts of claims and they have a high communicative range, you'll just need some time to figure it out.

His pheromones are strong, and he will mark, although he does it unconsciously.

As I said, he likes to have his family around him, but when he can't, anxiety takes over, vibration and physical contact calms him down. The easiest thing to do is to lay him on your chest and talk to him while stroking his hair or wings.

Beel's courtship is complex, first he feels the need to prove he can be a good provider, so he will constantly enlarge and improve his gallery.

And then there is the display of his wings, patterning and rhythmic, synchronised movements and buzzes to impress you.

He sleeps more than usual, will want you to sleep in his arms, and usually does so perched on one of his walls, hopefully you won't develop vertigo….

His senses are not as sharp as those of his siblings, but he becomes much more agile and has much better reflexes.

Beel's temperature increases, due to the continuous movement of his wings (insects produce a lot of heat when flying), but when he is at rest he tends to cool down.

Beel's purr is a mixture of a buzz and a vibration, he will purr when he is calm and content.

Beel was a little worried about how you might react because many humans detest insects. Be sure to praise his wings and other attributes, because this demon is adorable.

Mc: So this is your lair?

Beel: Yes… I decided to keep it from period to period to not destroy the garden…

Mc: I think it's very practical!!! It must be very cool in summer.

Beel: Do you really think so?

Mc: Yes, and cosy too, you're an artist Beel.

Beel: *smiling as he blushes*

Beel: *grunts*

Mc: Beel I can't take anymore…

Beel: *holding out a piece of fruit to them* *buzz*

Mc: Really Beel, I'm going to explode…

Beel: !! *hugging them*

Mc: It's a figure of speech… but can you eat my share… please.

Mc: *sleeping hugging Beel in one of the corners of his gallery*

Beel: *caressing them with his cheek*

Mc: It's all right Beel?

Beel: *crackling with worry*

Mc: Don't worry... Lucifer is with them… and the others will take care of Lucifer for you.

Beel: …*cradling them adoringly*

Mc: And I'll take care of you, so rest…

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If you have made it this far thanks you 🩷

[your-subby-creature]

I'm not really into petplay [yet?] but I love observing it, ya'll are such cute puppies <3 You guys deserve all the chin scratches and chew toys you can get 🥰

Plus it's really fueling my experimentation/scientist kink of studying your guys's behaviour. Recording which pups are naturally more dominant in the pack and who willingly submits to avoid fights. Throwing in toys, blankets, and/or pillows into the enclosure to see how it affects the overall happiness levels. Of course, it should go without saying that everyone would get a custom-made collar that tracks heart rate, hormone levels, vocal activity, ect. with a matching leash for walks.

This way I can know what I need to add to the individual training sessions! After all, a good dog needs to learn how to obey, isn't that right Creature?

HELLO???? HNNGGH??? You can't just drop this in my askbox and not expect me to absolutely lose it, this is the hottest thing I've read in a *while*. It combines petplay, training, and experimentation my *beloved*. (You are literally free to experiment on me anytime oh my GODS)

Picturing you just watching us, my custom collar tight around my neck as I'm bit and fucked and mounted by all the other puppies, knowing that you can see every bit of pleasure I'm getting, every whine, every physiological response on your monitor. Knowing that you don't even have to see my blush as you hand me a pillow to bite as I'm mounted and knotted *again*, seeing the overall happiness level rise as this addition makes me present my holes further.

Seeing the way I'm needy even in my sleep, curled up in a nest of blankets and pillows, whining quietly until another puppy tiredly fills me, watching my heartrate slow as I cockwarm them and fall back asleep.

I wonder what you'd put in my training program? I already like to think I'm a pretty obedient little mutt, but I always want to be trained to be better, and I'd love for your careful observations to make me into the good puppy I want so badly to be!

Thank you *so* much for this ask, I'm actively walking to go hump my pillow because of how needy this made me so...have a nice day!!

-your Creature

[greatbigbellies]

Cozy 2000's-2010's Era Videogame-Centric Pregnancy Things

Playing Wii Fit and realizing that the balance board wasn't built with your pregnant body in mind. The game calls you overweight constantly (which doesn't feel great), and some of the balance games are much harder to play. The game constantly reads your center of gravity as farther forward than normal, due to the excess weight of late term multiples hanging off of you. The table tilt one is way harder, but you've been basically speedrunning the balance bubble one since you have constant forward momentum.

Playing Minecraft and getting stuck on normally simple redstone circuits due to pregnancy-brain. To counteract this, you rubber-duck code with your unborn babies, talking them through the functions of your contraption until you find and fix the mistake. They tend to kick more while you're explaining your process, likely in response to your voice. You call them your little engineering assistants.

Playing a Pikmin game and getting really emotional whenever they die because your pregnancy hormones have you really sensitive and they're so small and cute that you have to reset every time you make a mistake. You manage a zero death run during your last month of pregnancy.

(Still) Playing Minecraft and your nesting instinct kicks in so fierce you end up organizing not just your chests, but the storage of your partner's base too, who also plays with you. During a baby-kicking-induced night of insomnia, you end up building a whole automatic hopper-driven sorting system. Once the job is done, you crash in a pregnancy-induced faux-coma for about 12 hours, waking up just in time to gorge yourself with the meal your partner made while you slept.

Trying to play a high Actions Per Minute RTS like Starcraft 2 and realizing your APM is getting worse the more pregnant you are, because your belly has reached the point of actively pushing you away from your desk and keyboard, making you reach farther and not be able to sit like you used to. At 32 weeks pregnant and 52 inches around, you decide it's time for a competitive hiatus.

Being so overdue with so many babies has landed you on bedrest. Doctor's orders. It's mind-numbingly boring, and having exhausted the entertainment options of your phone, you boot up the wii, just to see what disc is inserted. It's Wii Play. You're all but pinned to your bed by your belly, and the console is too low for you to bend over and change the disc at your size. You relent and run the game. The "Where's Waldo"-esque game is harder due to pregnancy brain, but you kind of pop off at the tank game. You end up playing it all afternoon, your babies seeming you roil round in your belly and get more excited the closer you are to winning. You tell yourself they're cheering you on, though you have to admit, the sudden flurries of kicks are distracting...

Getting belly rubs from your partner while focusing on a game. You're parked on the couch and they've slid up next to you. They've rolled up your shirt but you don't really notice. You're in the zone, laser focused, your button presses precise and calculated, contrasting with their sweeping and lackadaisical movements. They explore your baby laden belly, stopping to trace your stretchmarks and press and squeeze your pregnant curves. You're so locked in that the only thing that snaps you out of it is when they pinch and play with your belly button, a spot that's become more sensitive in this third trimester. Finally, you pause, and reciprocate some of that love and attention.