#prehensile (search tag)

[mattastr0phic]

Drawing anthros is actually pretty nice, character-design wise. Dr. Clef is a golden-brown Binturong, and Dr. Myriad is a chocolate Angora Ferret. Pictures of the actual animals under the cut!

[theradicalscrivener]

The Book of Morgan: It Likes What You Like

Thad swears his dick has a mind of its own. but his buddy Pete thinks he just needs to learn to work with his dick rather than against it. Easy for him to say. His dick is much easier to get along with...

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                “You shoulda seen the dude in front of me in class today. His ass was so huge he was like taking up three seats,” Thad commented to his friend while the two of them waited in line at the small off-campus coffee bar.

                “Oh! I think I’ve seen him around. His cock is like as big as I am!” Pete replied.

                “Man, could you imagine having a cock that huge?” Thad said.

                “You sound jealous. I always figured you were kinda vanilla,” Pete said.

                “Are you kidding? My dick has led me places I wouldn’t even go with a gun,” Thad replied.

                “Thing’s got a mind of its own, huh?” Pete said jokingly.

                “Oh, absolutely,” Thad said. He began to step forward with the queue but nearly tripped over one of the various cats that seemed to hang around campus. Thad knelt down and gave the kitty a quick scritch behind the ears to which the cat responded by bumping its head into the palm of Thad’s hand and purring loudly.

                Pete was a few steps ahead by this point and glanced over his shoulder to see his pal kneeling down and playing with the cat. “You coming?” Pete asked.

                “The line will still be there when I’m done,” Thad replied. As he said that, however, the cat perked up like it had heard something interesting and darted off into the crowd.

                “I think you scared it off,” Pete teased.

                “Naw. It likes me. He just had other places to be,” Thad replied.

                “On the subject of boy pussy…” Pete said playfully.

                “What?” Thad asked. There was a split second of confusion mixed with panic as his mind tried to parse where exactly Pete was going with this.

                “What do you mean ‘what?’ You just implied you’re into some fun stuff, but you won’t tell me what it is?” Pete replied.

                “What’s it matter? Besides, we’re not getting into it here,” Thad replied. He gave a nod in the general direction of the crowd surrounding them.

                “You think I’m gonna think less of you because you’re into fat hogs? I’ve stopped trying to argue with what my dick finds hot. I’ll be scrolling twitter and pop wood and be like ‘ok. we’re into this now,’” Pete said with a laugh.

                “Easy for you to say…” Thad grumbled.

                “Yes, it is easy for me to say. Like what you like and like that you like it,” Pete replied. 

                By this point the people in front of them had finishing ordering. The duo stepped up to the counter to order. As they did so, they recognized the guy working the counter. They both wondered how they hadn’t noticed him earlier. Sure, the guy was a little on the small side, but his huge hat should have been easily noticeable as they entered the establishment.

                “Oh, hey, Morgan. I didn’t know you worked here,” Pete said as he stepped up to the counter.

                “Yeah. I’m still new to it,” Morgan replied.

                “I’m sure you’ll do great,” Pete said.

                “Yeah. You already have lots of practice mixing things,” Thad said sarcastically.

                Pete was about to admonish his friend. After all, the jokes about Morgan being a witch were just that – jokes, but Morgan beat him to the punch.

                “Exactly!” Morgan said with a smile. He then slid a couple of drinks forwards towards the two friends.

                “We haven’t even ordered yet,” Pete commented.

                “I already heard what you wanted. You weren’t exactly being quiet in line,” Morgan said. He let out a soft chuckle that was both playful and sweet.

                Thad and Pete didn’t recall mentioning their order yet, but the drinks smelled amazing, and Morgan seemed like he was being sincere. It didn’t hurt that the guy was super cute, too. Both friends balked for a moment as they took in his cute face. Their cheeks both burned red as the two of them blushed at just how hot the guy was! The wide-brimmed, conical hat was an interesting fashion choice, but somehow, it worked for him.

                While Thad and Pete were dazed, the guy working the bar turned to his coworker and said, “the rush has died down. I’m going to take my break now.”

                “Yeah, sure,” the coworker commented.

                It was at this point that Thad and Pete realized that they hadn’t even paid. “How much for the drinks?” Thad asked the lady behind the counter.

                “Hm? Oh. It’s been taken care of already,” she said dismissively.

                Thad and Pete exchanged a confused look, but they weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. They took their drinks and began their trek towards their next class. After a few moments and several sips, Pete nudged his friend and flashed him an impish smirk.

                “What!?” Thad asked.

                “You’ve got some explaining to do,” Pete teased.

                “No?” That replied.

                “Don’t give me that! You just told me you had wild tastes. So, let’s hear them!” Pete pried.

                “Why should I bother telling you?” Thad asked.

                “Because we’re bros, and you’ve already spilled some of the beans. Why not go whole hog?” Pete teased.

                “What more is there to say?” Thad replied dismissively.

                “Uh… A Lot!?” Pete scoffed. “You can’t fight your dick. You have to learn to work with it!”

                “What’s that supposed to mean?” Thad grumbled.

                “I think you know… but maybe not. You don’t seem like you’ve gotten a handle on yours just yet,” Pete replied with a shrug.

                “I can handle my cock just fine…” Thad grumbled. He shot a tense glare at his friend. This conversation had taken a weird turn, but Pete didn’t sound like he was trying to be mean… if anything, he sounded like he generally wanted to help, but how could he?

                As Thad glanced at his pal, he noticed something odd. The bulge in Pete’s jeans was looking positively obscene. Was that Pete’s cock? The thing snaked down his pant leg almost to his knee! Judging by the outline it had to be as thick as his wrist!

                “Uh… man. Why did I even bother wearing these today…” Pete grumbled. He set his drink on a table off to the side and began undoing his belt.

                Thad was about to protest, but before he could even get the words out, he thought better of it. Why was he so worried about Pete taking his pants off? Pete so rarely wore them that it was stranger to see him with them than without.

                As Thad stared at his friend, he was vaguely aware of the growing strain on his own pants. His bulge was looking almost as obscene as his friends… almost. The main difference was where Pete’s long, slender cock bulged along the inside of his pant leg, Thad’s huge, thick cock and hefty nuts strained against the front of his slacks.

                Why was Pete trying to act like they had similar issues. They couldn’t be more different. Pete’s cock was much more easily managed as was evidenced by how it behaved once freed from it’s denim confines.

                “That’s the stuff…” Pete sighed as he let his pork and beans air out. His nuts hung down to his knees. Each enormous orb was bigger than a basketball. They looked almost as big as the decorative pumpkins that adorned the front porch of the coffee bar they had just left.

                Pete began to fold his jeans and stuff them into his backpack, but as he did so, his rigid dick strained against the front of his button-up shirt.

                Thad did a double take. The head of Pete’s cock was now poking up from beneath Pete’s collar. It was so long that it bumped him in the chin. Was it always that long? More importantly, it had just been snaking down his pant leg. How did it end up going up his shirt!?

                “I’m getting to that!” Pete chided playfully. The way Pete was talking made Thad do a mental double take. It was almost as if Pete was talking to his own cock! 

Once his jeans were back in his backpack, Pete started unbuttoning his shirt. His cock tensed beneath the fabric like an alien chestburster struggling to be born.

                “It gets so impatient,” Pete said playfully.

                “I can see that…” Thad murmured.

                Thad silently chastised himself for staring. He had seen Pete’s cock so many times in the past. This wasn’t anything unusual, so why was he staring? Thad knew that part of the reason he was staring was because he was horny as hell, but why was he so horny!? He should be used to this by now!

                “You should lose your clothes too. That can’t be comfortable,” Pete said. He nodded towards the immense bulge in Thad’s pants. It was a miracle that his pants were holding back his massive meat at all!

                “Thad couldn’t recall how he had even gotten the beast in there in the first place. His cock was as long as his legs and as thick as his hips. His nuts didn’t even fit in his slacks. His fly was undone, allowing his massive nuts to spill out, and his enormous cock was similarly exposed. Only the tip was still in his skivvies, but even that was more than his undies could hold. Just the head of his cock was as huge as Pete’s enormous sack! Thad’s cock angled up towards his collar bone before folding back over itself so that the tip could fit back in his briefs. Meanwhile, his huge nuts were spilling out on either side. It was wildly uncomfortable.

                ““Ok. Fine. I guess I can get rid of the pants,” Thad grumbled.

                ““And the shirt while you’re at it,” Pete replied.

                “Thad was about to make some comment about how there was no need to take off his shirt, but before he could do so, he saw something that was so strange that it caused his brain to bluescreen for a second.

                “Pete was taking a sip from his drink, but at the same time he was putting his shirt into his backpack. The backpack and shirt maneuver required both hands!

                “Thad’s eyes fell upon Pete’s coffee cup. There was something wrapped around it like a vine. The fleshy looking tendril was almost as thick as Pete’s forearm but far longer. As Thad’s eyes followed the path of the hose-like appendage, he soon realized that it was sticking out from Pete’s crotch!

                “It was Pete’s cock! … of course it was Pete’s cock. This wasn’t the first time Thad had seen this. Some people have what is called a third leg. Pete has a third arm. His dick was easily four feet long and as dexterous as a monkey’s tail.

                “Thad was so shocked that he had focused in on Pete’s cock instead of disrobing. A loud, rending sound caught his attention and snapped him back to his own problems. The front of his pants had completely shredded causing his cock and balls to spill the rest of the way out. His massive nuts landed with a thud on the pavement in front of him, and his colossal cock landed with a splat far in front of him.

                ““Oh, fuck!” Thad murmured as he stared out at his cock. The behemoth was bigger than he was. His nuts were each the size of a prize-winning pumpkin. Their combined size made it so that Thad’s sack was the size of a trendy bean bag sofa. The shaft of his enormous schlong was only slightly longer than he was tall, but the immense chode was as thick as a rodeo bull.

                “Pete sighed and rolled his eyes. “I keep telling you to stop fighting it! You keep trying to tie it down instead of letting it get some air,” Pete said.

                ““Easy for you to say. You and your dick actually get along!” Thad countered.

                “Pete shook his head. “Your cock is you. It wants what you want,” Pete replied.

                “Thad wanted to snark back, but he couldn’t formulate a decent comeback. All he could do was stare as Pete took his coffee cup back from the tendril he called a cock, knocked back the rest of the warm liquid in one quick swig and chucked it into a nearby trash can. Now that it no longer needed to hold onto Pete’s drink, Pete’s long, slender cock slithered over his shoulders and draped around his neck like a fur boa. The thing looked more like a python than a cock. The shaft was almost as thick as Pete’s own neck, and that was saying nothing of the length. Thad couldn’t even get a good bead on just how long it was. It went from Pete’s crotch, snaked up his torso, draped over his shoulders, drooped down a good foot or so, and then curved back up. The head of it was hovering about eye-level with Pete’s face. It was almost as if Pete had two heads, and both were staring directly at Thad.

                “Pete chuckled and shook his head. “Well, at least that part of you is honest…” he teased.

                ““What…?” Thad asked, but no sooner were the words out of his mouth than he realized what Pete was talking about.

                “Thad’s cock had rapidly stiffened between his thighs. The massive chode was now rock hard. Yet, despite how horny Thad felt and how chubbed up his enormous cock felt, he could see it bending in front of him.

                “Thad’s cock didn’t have near the flexibility that Pete’s did. Thad’s enormous cock was just too thick to do loops and curls like Pete’s could, but it was clear by looking at it that it had far more motion than what Thad had expected… which struck him as a very odd thing to think. After all, this was his cock! He had seen it act like this many times in the past. Why would this surprise him?

                “Maybe surprised wasn’t the right word. Annoyed? That sounded closer to the truth. It was always acting up like this. Sure, hyper guys didn’t cover up around here, but it was still awkward that everyone could see his huge cock and even moreso that they could see his dick acting up!

                “Thad’s cock crawled forward like a slug. The tip of his massive cock bumped up against Pete’s chest as if trying to nuzzle against him. Pete was quick to return the gesture. Thad shuddered as he felt his pal’s arms wrap around the humongous, puffy head of his colossal cock.

                ““There, there. He’s just being difficult,” Pete said in a cutesy voice as he nuzzled his face against the massive, spongy tip of Thad’s cock.

                ““Don’t encourage him!” Thad protested.

                ““He just needs a little love… and I don’t think he’s the only one,” Pete said playfully.

                ““What’s that supposed to mean!” Thad protested.

                ““Do you really need me to explain it again?” Pete teased. “Your cock is you. It wants what you want, and I think it wants me.”

                ““What!? But…!” Thad sputtered.

                ““It was cute at first, but it’s just getting painful to watch at this point,” Pete said.

                ““I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Thad said with a huff.

                ““You can not be this dense. Everyone knows you have a crush on me!” Pete cried.

                ““I don’t…!” Thad tried to protest.

                ““I know it. Morgan knows it. Those people on the bench over there. I’ve never met them, but they know it,” Pete said.

                “Don’t bring them into this!” Thad protested.    

                “Then just come clean!” Pete countered.

                “It’s not that easy…” That murmured.

                “And why not?” Pete asked.

                “Because… well… I guess… we’re friends? That’s stupid. I know that sounds stupid,” Thad muttered.

                “I wouldn’t say stupid. I think I get it. We’ve been friends for a while. When did you stop seeing me as just a friend?” Pete asked.

                “I don’t know. It wasn’t like I woke up one day and felt that way, but I have felt this way for a while. I didn’t want to make it weird, though…” Thad said.

                “Make it weird? Your dick keeps trying to tackle me like an overactive labrador!” Pete laughed. Even as he said that, Thad’s cockhead was bumping up against the side of his face, smearing his cheek with a thick, viscous layer of pre as it did so.

                “There’s a good boy,” Pete said as he hugged Thad’s huge cock to his chest and nuzzled his face against the spongy tissue of Thad’s colossal cock head.

                There was a pause – an awkward pause for Thad, but less so for Pete. Pete seemed content to snuggled with Thad’s cock, but Thad’s mind was racing too fast for him to really enjoy it. Pete looked so hot and so cute, and the way he was nuzzling his cock felt fantastic. Thad was hornier and crushing harder than he had ever been in his life!

                Finally, Thad managed to break himself from his paralysis and asked, “… so what now?”

                “What now, indeed…” Pete replied cryptically. He sounded like he was making a joke, but his tone didn’t seem malicious or even snide. He seemed playful and maybe even a little… flirtatious.

                Thad was about to ask for some clarification, but before he could, he saw Pete’s long, slender cock rear up like a cobra preparing to strike. Thad’s question died in his throat as his jaw dropped. He could do nothing but stare in awe as the tip of Pete’s dick pressed against the tip of his own. Thad’s cock gave a lurch of delight and a shudder of bliss rushed up his spine as he felt Pete’s cock pressing against the oversensitive slit of his own enormous glans.

                Thad’s arousal and excitement only grew as he felt his slit getting stretched open as Pete’s long, slender cock wriggled its way inside his own. Thad’s cock gave a hard lurch. It bucked so hard that it nearly knocked Pete backwards, but even had Pete not had a firm stance, the fact that his own huge rod was now buried halfway inside Thad’s own made it harder to buck him off.

                Thad’s cock felt incredible. The insides of his dick were so sensitive and so full that he felt like he was in the throes of the most powerful orgasm of his life, but he wasn’t cumming! He couldn’t! Pete’s dick filled his cock like a cork in a wine bottle! Thad’s cock bucked and lurched. His huge nuts tensed. Each lurch felt like another orgasm, but he just couldn’t cum!

                Thad tried to speak, but all he could do was moan. Nothing he tried to say was even vaguely coherent, but Pete seemed to understand.

                “Shh… just enjoy it…” Pete said softly.

                Pete stepped forward and began to crawl up and over onto the massive spongy head of Thad’s gigantic cock. Thad tried to watch, but his eyes could barely focus and his brain was shorting out. He was not just caught in the throes of the most amazing orgasm of his life, but everything felt so dreamlike and surreal that even had he not been addled with bliss, he doubted he’d be able to parse what he was seeing and feeling. He could feel Pete’s cock snaking down the length of his own cock. He could feel the long, slender shaft writhing and wriggling deep within him. Pete’s cock was so long that it reached all the way to the base of Thad’s own steer-sized schlong, and yet… there was plenty of hose left that Pete could climb up and onto Thad’s cock and crawl slowly towards Thad’s side.

                “How’s that feel?” Pete asked as he sidled up beside his friend.

                Pete was trying to play it cool, but it was clear from his flushed face, shuddering body, and the sweat dripping from his brow that he was barely holding it together. No doubt he was almost as close to creaming as Thad was.

                “I need… to cum…” Thad managed to croak.

                Pete looked like he was about to say something, but an intense shuddered rocked his body before he could do so. A low moan escaped his lips. Thad felt Pete’s cock tense deep within his own. It was as if he could feel Pete’s own need to cream.

                “Together…” Thad managed to say.

                Pete flashed a huge, toothy smile. It was such a beautiful smile that Thad was, for the briefest flash of a second, so enamored by it that he almost forgot how horny he was… almost.

                Pete couldn’t speak, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t act. Seeing the look of pure adoration on Thad’s face was all he needed. He quickly leaned forward and pulled Thad in for a tight embrace. Their lips met. Pete’s tongue slipped past Thad’s lips. Thad tensed for the briefest of moments before surrendering himself to his pal’s kiss.

                As their bodies entwined, Pete’s cock rapidly pulled out. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Pete’s cock stopped wriggling and stood completely upright. His long, slender spire of a cock towered over the two lovers and began gushing like a tapped oil derrick. Meanwhile, Thad’s own enormous chode was gushing just as hard if not harder.

                Cum sprayed from the two lover’s cocks. Jizz rained down from the towering spire of Pete’s cock while spooge surged outward from the storm-drain sized slit of Thad’s own bull-sized schlong. They came again and again. Thad’s thick surge flooded the surrounding courtyard and Pete’s torrential downpour drenched the surrounding rooftops. They were both so backed up that they felt like they’d never fully drain their respective enormous nuts, but eventually, their combined torrents tapered off.

                Thad slumped back against his enormous nuts. His sack was as wide as a king-sized bed. Either enormous nut was as large as a recliner. His huge cock splayed out in front of him was the size of a rodeo bull. Had he always been this big? Of course he had… at least he had been since his growth spurt, and that was ages ago.

                “I don’t think my dick will be able to move for a while…” Thad murmured.

                “Let him rest. We don’t have anywhere we need to be for a while, right?” Pete asked.

                Thad looked down at his humongous cock. It twitched slightly like a dog having an active dream. Pete was right. They didn’t have anywhere to be.

                “Would you stay with me until it wakes up?” Thad asked.

                “I thought that was implied?” Pete replied playfully.

                “I guess, but I still want to hear you say it,” Thad replied.

                Pete didn’t say anything. He just sat there and smirked at his friend. There was something about his smile. It was so endearing that Thad understood completely.

                Thad leaned in and rested his head on Pete’s shoulder. He was still too exhausted to think and was feeling too amazing from the afterglow to argue. He just wanted to stay here for a while.

                Thad could feel Pete’s arms wrap tightly around him, and then he felt Pete’s long, slender hose of a cock wrap around the two of them like a snake. Again and again, it looped around them, pulling the couple closer together with each loop until the two of them were completely encased up to their ears in cock.

                “Looks like you’re stuck with me for a while,” Pete said.

                Thad chuckled in reply. He nuzzled in closer with his friend, but as he did so, a bit of movement caught his attention. He glanced over towards the treetops and spotted a familiar feline leaping from the foliage onto a nearby roof. The cat had surprisingly avoided getting drenched. Thad watched as the cat made its way across the rooftops to parts unknown. It had a strange almost rhythmic gait to it. Almost as if it was happily skipping away after a job well done…

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[frameconfessions]

I want Eleanor to use her infested tongue to jerk off my gock.

[hemipenal-system]

i love e621's tagging system but i don't feel like it always understands me. when i search the long_tongue tag, most of the the results are stuff that's like a hand length of tongue sticking out of the mouth

thats not what i want

when i say long tongue i mean long tongue. i want shit long enough and prehensile enough to bind someone's wrists. show me tongues that can be used as weapons. i want images that make a giraffe get a perscription for lingual viagra out of insecurity

[macabr3-barbi3]

Entanglement (Sub Vox x Reader)

A request from the lovely @jurijyuu for a tentacle malfunction Sub Vox 💕📺

Tags: Restraints; Light Bondage; Sub Vox; Teasing; Begging; Dom/sub Undertones; Tentacles? Sort of? are Vox's cable/wire things tentacles? the world may never know

💙❤️💙❤️💙

Who could have guessed that trying to do something nice for his doll could have resulted in something like this?

Vox had been waiting for you to finish up with Velvette for the shoot that was happening this evening. He knew after hours of the fucked up poses that Vel forced you into to get the perfect shot you would be sore- she had had you hanging by your knees from the fucking chandelier on one occasion, insisting that the slight sway to the fixture would result it a cool shot from your camera (it did; that wasn’t the point). Her favorite photographer, Velvette was always fucking stealing your free time away from him. It was good for business, but bad for his plan of simply keeping you naked in his room at all times for easy access.

He had been laying in the bed, lazily stroking himself just in case you showed up, when the idea struck him to run you a hot bath and light some candles around the room. It shouldn't have been too much longer before you arrived so the candles wouldn’t burn out, and you always enjoyed it when he ‘set the mood,’ whatever that meant. He could probably sell you on fucking before your bath, too- even more deep aches and sweet bruises for the hot water to soothe.

He was too lazy to get up though, so he had snaked out a few of his cables from the back of his head, long and prehensile, a few pairs of them diving into the various drawers in the room searching for the candles and matches and two slithering across the floor towards the bathroom. Had he thought to check the floor for water from his shower a few hours prior before sending two very much electrical tentacles into the room he might have had better luck.

Currently though, his luck was shit. The water found its way into his wires and shorted them out, electrical current traveling all the way through to the base and fucking up the other cables as well; they whipped and snapped across the room in wide arcs and twisting wriggles, and his attempts to grab them from the air and cease the destruction to his room only resulted in his wrists getting tangled up in the mess.

So here Vox had been for the last fifteen minutes or so, restrained by his wrists in the bed and still achingly, frustratingly hard. His cables didn’t so much as twitch when he tries to send some power to them to reverse the entanglement, or when he tugged his arms a bit. His cock does though, and isn’t that something interesting that he doesn’t want to think about right now.

And then like an angel, there’s the sound of the door opening and you coming home. “Baby,” he shouts from the bedroom, and he hears the telltale thump of your camera bag on the kitchen counter. “I could use your help in here!”

“What did you do now? If you cracked your screen off the stand again-” Your voice trails off when you enter the room and see him- he’s sure he looks fucking ridiculous, spread out like he is, and he feels the spread of pink pixels over his screen in a blush.

“I was trying to do something nice for you,” he says, “and got some water in my wires. Everything went haywire, and, well, now I’m here. Be a doll and help me get loose?”

The way you’re watching him is a little disconcerting- not bad by any means, he loved having your eyes on him, just a little unusual. You slide your jacket off your shoulders and toss it on the armchair, sliding your hair out of its bun that you wear to keep your hair out of your eyes while you work. When you go for the button on your jeans he clears his throat.

“I appreciate the strip tease, sweetheart, but there’s more pressing matters at hand here.” He lifts his wrists in demonstration, the wires brushing his skin in a way that makes him suck in a harsh breath, dick twitching in his boxers. “Come on, help me.”

You work your jeans and panties down your legs, his eyes trailing the whole way before settling on the space between your legs. Then your shirt comes off, perfect tits on display as you do a rotation, let him take in the visual of your body in front of him before running your hands down your skin and back up- one hand plucks at a nipple while the other dips down between your legs.

Vox’s mouth is hanging open, pixelated lines of drool coming off his mouth as he watches you, cock throbbing out of his reach. He tugs at his makeshift restraints, a little breathless when it sends a bolt of arousal through his body- seriously, what the fuck? “I am in no mood to be teased right now,” he tells you, but the words are a little reedy and almost whimpered. He clears his throat and tries again- “Seriously, help me.”

You come closer to the bed, climb onto it and settle yourself between his legs. “Come on, Voxxy,” you murmur, and the low, dangerous tone to your voice goes straight to his straining erection despite the use of that fucking nickname that he hated. “Tied up all pretty for me and not even going to say ‘please?’ That’s not how you get what you want.” Your hands run up his calves, up his thighs, and your thumbs brush into the dip of his pelvic bone. Your touch sends electricity crackling through him, static sparking between his antennae. “That’s what you always say anyway- you wouldn’t want to be a hypocrite, would you?” You drag the waistband of his boxers down, and he’s half-mortified when his hips automatically cant up to make it easier for you, his dick slapping heavy onto his abdomen when it springs free.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He can feel the manic grin on his face- confused by the turn of events, by his sweet, perfect doll not simply doing what you were told and, what? Trying to get him to beg? As if- even if it was hot as fuck (and it was, Christ). “Baby, I- ohhhh, fuck-” 

Your head ducked down to lick a stripe up his cock, tongue curling around the head- his hips buck up, try to sink into the wet cavern of your mouth but you pull back with a soft smile. “Say please.”

“Fuck you.” Vox says this affectionately- he was the one in control in the bedroom, this was cute and all, but he wouldn’t plead with you for it.

“Not with that attitude, you won’t be,” you snap back with a wicked grin on your face. And you’re gone again, bent over to lick and suck at the hard length of him with your ass in the air, just the way that he likes.

Again, when he tries to thrust into your mouth you pull off, and he tugs uselessly at his restraints, head falling back against the pillows when you bring a hand up to cup his balls, thumb running gently over the sensitive skin. “Haah- you’re going to fucking kill me.” He’s a little embarrassed by that whiny moan that had escaped him, but you’re not even looking at his face, head resting on his thigh to gaze lovingly at his fucking dick while you stroke and kiss and generally tease him.

Vox thinks he might be losing his mind, just a little. But fuck does he want it, want to lose himself in the wet heat of your mouth, sink deep into your slick cunt and watch you bounce in his lap. He could still do that with his hands restrained, right? He wouldn’t be able to grip your hips the way he wanted to, or get his fingers on your clit and revel in the way that always made you clench tighter around him- but he could make do if you wouldn’t release him.

And there’s the thought that does him in- that maybe you wouldn’t let him go, would keep him tied to the bed with his own goddamn wires to tease him endlessly, unable to do anything about it himself, evidently unable to convince you to do anything for him. He was at your mercy here, the thought making him dizzy with arousal and an unprompted whine falling from his lips when he notices you working your fingers between your legs while you finally let the head of his cock slip past your lips, suction on the tip that makes him see stars.

“P-please,” he breathes out, and you release him with a pop, such excitement lighting up your eyes that he wishes he had given in sooner- you were so beautiful when you were pleased and excited, what would you look like when he gave in to you like this?

You move up the bed, legs on either side of his, and slide your drenched folds against the length of him. Leaning down so your face is next to his, you press a deep kiss to his mouth, slipping your tongue alongside his before you pull back and whisper, “again.” Your hands press into Vox’s chest as you slot him against you, rub the head of his prick against your clit and groan in ecstasy.

His hips jerk at the sensation. “Please, baby,” he says darkly, “let me fuck you.”

“Hmm, not quite what I’m looking for.” You lift off of him, slide back and out of reach again. “Try again?”

“What? Come on, I can’t-” He pulls at his restraints again, and the way your eyes go half-lidded at the sight gets the message through. “You wanna keep me trussed up, is that it?”

“Is it so wrong for the photographer to want to keep a pretty picture on display?” Your fingers twitch between your pretty thighs, grinding tiny circles into your clit while you wait for him to give you what you want. “I wish I hadn’t left my camera in the kitchen; I would love a shot like this. I’d have to get some different lighting…” Your hips stop moving for a moment as you look around the room. “Maybe candlelight would work? I think that would cast a nice glow on your skin, so pretty- fuck, should I go get my camera?”

“No!” The word breaks past the dam of his lips when you use one of his own tricks against him- the threat of ending the pleasure when you’re so fucked out and cock drunk, on the brink of cumming. “No no no, doll, don’t leave- fuck, please, alright? Please touch me, fuck me, ride my cock. I’m fucking begging, I need it-”

A shudder rolls through your body, and finally, finally you sink down on him, a slow, delicious slide that has his fingers clenching uselessly where they’re held, wishing he could hold you, dig his claws in like he usually did.

“I didn’t say stop,” you moan, watching him through narrowed eyes. “Come on, Voxxy, tell me what you want.”

“I want you to stop fucking t͖͖̠̬͛ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧa͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅi̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥg̬̬̱ͩ͋͟͟ me-” Your hips slow and Vox bites his tongue, rephrasing- and this time, to his chagrin, the stream of words doesn’t fucking stop. “Please, baby, don’t stop- f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔, so fucking good, I w-want- I wanna cum, please, keep going, you f-feel so f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔i̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟n̫̫̘̗͕̲̲̎ͥg̬̬̱ͩ͋͟͟ g̬̬̱ͩ͋͟͟o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞d̶̵̯̯̼̘ͨ̓-” An honest to God whimper comes out of him, so invested in both of you cumming that he can’t even find the sense in him to be embarrassed by what was happening. His screen is glitching out, his vision broken when he goes full static every couple of seconds, but the glimpses he’s getting in between of you with your head thrown back are going to fuel his jerk-off sessions when he can’t spend the night with you for the rest of his afterlife. You felt fucking perfect around him, your swollen pussy walls squeezing him just right as you rode him.

“Say please,” you command, fingers working between your legs, the back of your hand brushing against his abdomen and causing the muscles to flutter under you. “Ask me to make you cum- ask for permission and I’ll let you cum in me-”

And didn’t that just sound like the perfect end to the evening? He doesn’t even question it, couldn’t stop his traitorous tongue if he tried. “Please, doll, oh my fucking- please please p͔͔͚͉̬̋ͩ̾͗l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧa͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ, p͔͔͚͉̬̋ͩ̾͗l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧa͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ, let me do it, cum with me-” He feels the tension in his entire body, from his suspended arms to the tips of his goddamn toes- he might actually fully fucking short out, he thinks deliriously, processors overloading in his brain at the sights and sounds and the feel of you sucking him into your greedy body. “- p͔͔͚͉̬̋ͩ̾͗l͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧa͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎s̨̞̞̰͎͎̪̩͕̈́̀ͯ̍ͧͅḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ let me, baby- oh f̰̰̯͕͊̃̊͞͞͞ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡c̨̨̣̮̝̈́̔ͯ̀͂k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔, I’m gonna-”

You hit the peak of your orgasms together, your body jerking in his lap like you’ve been electrocuted while your cunt wrings him like a fucking towel, tensing and rippling around his cock as he spills into the slickness, long pulses of cum as far inside of you as he can get and its not enough- he can never be close enough to you to feel complete so he settles for filling you with everything he has to give.

Vox doesn’t black out, but its a near thing- the explosion of sudden voltage to his circuits actually jump-starts the core of his cable tentacles and they spring to life, his wrists finally coming free and falling to the bed so he’s spread out like some fucked up crucifixion. They’re numb, he realizes, but before he can get to doing anything about that you shift, reaching for them and massaging feeling back into his limbs. There’s some light bruising, but nothing crazy, not any worse than you had whenever the pair of you occasionally delved into bondage. 

The heavy breathing of you both evens out, and you bring his hands to your mouth to press light kisses to them. When you’re satisfied you release him, and his arms wrap around your back. You press a gentle kiss to his screen and rest your head on his chest. 

“You know,” you mutter into his skin, “technically I didn’t give you permission to cum. That’s gotta count for… something. I’m not sure what.”

He snorts into your hair. “Doesn’t count for shit. You cheated, waiting until I was right on the brink to say that shit.”

You hum, and snuggle closer. “You liked it though? Maybe a repeat in the future?”

His instinct was to say no, but he couldn’t deny that he had enjoyed it- you were a dangerous force in control, something he would maybe have to mention to Velvette so she would let you direct your own goddamn shoots. “We’ll talk about it,” he settles on, still a tad embarrassed by his reaction to the whole thing. “I do think you should have to draw the bath now, though- for both of us, since I think you rode me so hard my thighs have bruises.”

“Oh fuck off,” you laugh into his chest, but you still roll off of him and disappear into the bathroom- the sound of running water fills the room while Vox tries to remember how to make his legs work.

“I better not see that camera in here, either!” He shouts, and your responding giggle brings a smile to his face.

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[wooly-nooly]

Ooo thabks for the tag :D

Last song: crazy by burn the ball room

Favorite color: GREEN and red sometimes

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Sweet spicy or savory: sweet

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i wasn't tagged but this looked fun ♡ i got this from maddie @sliceofdyke ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

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[tmngoose]

Cause for Concern: an OC one-shot

Alternate Title: Hurt/Comfort Characters: Rikki, Red Fox, Jupiter Jim, Clem, Rikki's mom (mentioned) Tags: ANGST, Anxiety, Distress, Poor familial relationships, Abuse, Minor Injuries/bruising/scabs, Hurt/Comfort, Blanket forts, Lots of comforting, Additional Tags to be added... Summary: Rikki gets a letter in the mail and Red has a right to worry. Word Count: ~1,799 -x- A/N: I know what you're thinking. "Goosey! This isn't any of the updates you promised us >:C what's up with this OC baloney?" -- Ok, yes, but listen; I wrote this mainly to practice writing Red Fox and Jupiter Jim since I'll be (ahem) writing them very soon for a certain somethin'-somethin' (Also? I need to update Let's Make a Deal and this was good practice to get back into writing for Rikki). I won't be uploading this to my Ao3. Read Cause for Concern under the read more:

It started with a letter—a small black envelope that came in with the rest of the mail: the bills, the take-out menus, and the weekly Stock and Shop circulars.

It was addressed to Rikki, which was odd to Red since Rikki never received mail; at least nothing intimate.

"Hey, Rikki! You got mail today!" Red said as soon as the mongoose returned from her shift at Clem's. She presented Rikki with the black envelope, her tail swishing excitedly.

"That's for me?" Rikki raised a brow.

They settled down at the kitchen table. Red sat across from Rikki, who examined the mysterious piece of mail. There was no return address, and the envelope was perfumed with something that made Rikki's nose wrinkle. She turned the envelope over, and that was when she saw it; the ivory wax seal depicting the image of fang—her family's crest.

Red's grin shrank as Rikki tensed, the color draining from her face, "Well? Who's it from, Rik?"

"It's… ah…," Rather than answering Red, Rikki reached for their salt shaker and unscrewed the metal cap. She poured a perfect circle onto the wooden surface, then dropped the envelope into its center.

Suddenly, it burst into a column of purple flames.

"Oh, my stars!" Red gasped. Her red banded-tail morphed into a giant hand and reached into the cabinet under the sink for the fire extinguisher.

"Don't worry, it'll put itself out," stated Rikki, unbothered by the phenomena. "It's a hex message."

"A 'hex message?'" Red furrowed her brow as the flames flickered before them, contained within the circle of salt. "I've heard of chain letters cursing folks, but this is just plain rude! Who would do such a thing?!"

"My mom."

"Oh," Red's tail twitched. It was a touchy subject they never discussed, mainly because Rikki avoided any conversation regarding family relations—especially if they were about her mother.

When the purple flames disappeared—embers and all—a scorch mark was left behind; Rikki buffed it out with the sleeve of her hoodie. Now that the letter was 'cleansed,' she sliced open the side of the envelope with her claw and emptied a folded piece of parchment into her hand.

The apartment fell silent as Rikki read the letter. Red knew better than to pry, even if the suspense kept her at the edge of her seat.

"Mom wants me to come home—for a visit, not to stay," Rikki grimaced, "She wants to 'talk.'"

"When?" Red asked while Rikki calmly tore the letter into tiny squares.

"A-sap," Rikki brushed the bits of paper into her palm and stuffed them inside the pouch on her hoodie. She went over to the tiny coat closet by the front door and retrieved an old backpack that would suffice as an overnight bag.

"W-wait, you're leaving now?" Red pushed back her chair. Her stomach twisted, and a feeling of dread penetrated her bones. She had no idea where the influx of anxiety came from, but it was enough to get her fur to stand on end.

Rikki shrugged, "I can't keep the lady waiting."

"What about work?"

"I'll tell Clem somethin' came up. Besides, that's what PTOs are for..."

"Is everything alright?" Red's ears flattened, perturbed. "You're not in trouble, are you?" Why would she think Rikki was in trouble? Maybe Rikki's mother always communicated via hex messages. Perhaps that was just how yūrei's spoke to one another; a cultural thing.

Rikki didn't answer. She quietly stuffed her toiletries into a plastic baggie, then went into her bedroom to gather a change of clothes. The silence between them only told Red that she was right to fret about her roomie's well-being.

"… It's nothing, Red," Rikki answered, slipping her headphones around the back of her neck. "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine."

Red's unconvinced by the string of reassurance; they sound a lot like empty promises, "Rikki…."

"Red, I'll be fine," Rikki crammed her chargers and electronics into the small pocket of her backpack. "I should be back sometime soon-ish. We'll order sushi and throw ourselves a little party, ok?"

"… okay," Red stepped out of Rikki's way, reluctantly letting the mongoose pass by. She escorted Rikki to the elevator down the hall and playfully elbowed her in the arm, "Call me if you need back-up, yeah?"

"Whatever floats your goat, space ace," Rikki snorted as she waited for the elevator's arrival. She slung her bulky backpack over her shoulder, "And speaking of goats, I better call Clem…."

Rikki forced a smile as the elevator doors slowly closed. Red saw past the mongoose's attempt at feigning confidence; the distant, fearful look in her eyes gave her away. Red suppressed the urge to summon the elevator and prevent Rikki from leaving.

Red told herself that it was all in her head, the idea that nothing good would come from Rikki's trip to her mother's. She knew Rikki could take care of herself.

Rikki will be back before you know it, Red thought to herself. It'll be alright. I'm sure her mother's a lovely person...

__________

Rikki didn't come home the next day. Or the following day. Or the day after that. When Red tried reaching Rikki on her cell phone, her attempts led her directly to the mongoose's inbox.

Not even Clem heard from Rikki, although he was instructed to 'use her sick days if she ran out of PTO.'

Red kept herself busy with menial chores to steel her nerves and stop her imagination from crafting worst-case scenarios. When she wasn't cleaning the apartment, the yōkai volunteered at the community theater, ran errands, and hunted for Scor-Pion with Jupiter Jim.

"Why so blue, Red?" Jupiter Jim asked during one of their stakeouts atop the eccentric actor's apartment building. "You mustn't let Scor-Pion get you down. The elusive fiend will show himself soon enough!"

"It's not that," Red sighed. "It's my roomie/friend! She's been gone for almost a week, and I've lost all forms of direct communication with her! And even if I wanted to go searching for her, I have no idea where she could be!"

"Hm, that is quite the predicament. I wouldn't be surprised if Scor-Pion is behind your friend's mysterious disappearance!"

"I doubt it…," Red peered through her binoculars and scanned the city's skyline, hoping to spy Rikki. She perked up when she felt Jupiter Jim's hand clasp onto her shoulder, "Sir?"

"Have faith in your friend," Jupiter Jim consoled. "The universe is a vast place, yet we all find our way home sooner or later. We must welcome the weary when they return, but to do so, it's crucial to keep our spirits high."

Red smiled weakly at the profound piece of wisdom, "Thank you, Sir."

The mood was ruined when Jupiter Jim mistook an old lady with a green skin complexion as Scor-Pion. Fortunately, Red's prehensile tail was strong enough to hold the space adventure back from ambushing the strange senior citizen.

If only Red used her tail to keep Rikki from leaving...

_____________

It was Wednesday night. Red had finished washing the dishes and was now standing at the kitchen counter, prepping vegetables for dinner. She was so preoccupied with peeling potatoes that she failed to notice someone unlocking the front door.

And that someone was Rikki.

"Hey, I'm back," Rikki announced as she closed the door behind her.

"Rikki!" Red exclaimed, dropping the potato peeler and spud into the sink. She ran over to Rikki and hugged her tightly, "Leaping light-years, you have no idea how worried I was! You didn't call or text, and Clem said—"

Red froze. Her eyes darted from Rikki's black eye to the bruise on her cheek. Several small knicks speckled the side of her brow. They were scabs now, but the implication that Rikki had bled was still there.

So this was the kind of relationship Rikki had with her mother: a bad one.

Rikki isn't put off by the horrified look on Red's face, "Honestly? It's not as bad as it looks. In fact, I think things went better than I expected." She tried maintaining a modest tone, but it faltered.

I knew I shouldn't have let you go, Red frowned. Hesitantly, she tried reaching up to touch the bruise on Rikki's cheek.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," Rikki said as she casually ducked away from Red's hand. "I had to take the long way back, and I'm kinda gross. Do you need the bathroom?"

"N-No, you go ahead. I'm making stew for dinner. Would you like some?"

"Naaah. I'm not that hungry…."

Red nodded, "Copy that." She watched Rikki's bushy tail drag across the floorboards on her way towards the bathroom.

The universe is a vast place, yet we all find our way home sooner or later…

"Hey, Rikki?"

"Hmm?"

"Welcome home…"

It's such a warm, simple greeting, yet it meant so much to Rikki. She got as far as the hallway before she grabbed onto the wall for support. She sank to the floor and curled in on herself, trembling.

In a split-second, Red's beside her. She held Rikki close, protecting her by wrapping her striped tail around her body. She never heard Rikki cry before; the mongoose is quiet with the occasional whimper that breaks Red's heart.

Red held her tighter, "… We can still order sushi if you want…."

Rikki sniffled, "Yeah, I-I'd like that."

"Heh heh, good! Honestly, I was getting tired of peeling all those potatoes!"

_____________________

Stacks of aluminum take-out containers are left on the kitchen table with empty plastic cups of soy sauce. They make good on their promise to throw themselves a party. So Red and Rikki dragged their mattresses out from their bedrooms and constructed a blanket fort around them.

Once their nightly bathroom rituals are completed, they pile into their fort. Red noticed a few more bruises on Rikki's forearms that were previously hidden by the mongoose's hoodie.

"Clem said he'd give me the day off tomorrow," Rikki said as she slid her phone underneath her pillow. "I told him I had a rough trip. He understands."

"Aw, that's nice of him," Red yawned as she rolled onto her side, facing Rikki. Goodness gracious, who would've thought all this worrying could be so exhausting...

"Hey, Red?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you," apologized Rikki, her voice hoarse. She stared up at the canopy of mismatched blankets and bedsheets, "I'm sorry I didn't keep you in the loop..."

"Don't worry about it, Rik," Red scooched over towards Rikki, "I understand."

They nestled against each other, their tails entwined--another layer of comfort. Red felt obligated to ensure Rikki fell asleep and didn't stay awake to think about whatever cruelties she endured at her mother's. Only when Red was sure Rikki was fast asleep did she finally allow her eyelids to shutter.

[tribbetherium]

The windribbons, distant relatives of the trunksnakes and twintrunks, are a group of mostly arboreal gliders found worldwide in a various array of habitats. While none are capable of powered flight, the windribbons have over time adapted to maximize their glides, covering great distances as they travel through the air.

The windribbons' "wings" are actually sails supported by flexible extensions of their ribs, which spring out in flight to provide an aerodynamic surface, and snap shut when not in use, folding almost invisibly against their bodies when retracted and scarcely hampering their ability to coil around branches for a secure grip. Many species also have elongated scales on the edges of their rib-wings to further increase their gliding surface, and are the only part of the wing visible when folded away.

Highly active and mobile creatures, the windribbons are also surprisingly intelligent, using their two facial appendages, one on the upper jaw and one on the lower, to dexterously utilize simple tools such as sticks for probing or rocks for cracking seeds. Their versatility, as well as their ability to travel great distances, has allowed them to evolve into a wide selection of niches.

Notable species include:

▪The whiptail parasnake is a very basal and primitive member of the windribbons. Measuring about a foot in length, the parasnake lives high up in the topmost branches of the rainforest, where it pursues and preys on the numerous invertebrates that live there. The parasnake is noteworthy, however, of its methods of escaping danger: when threatened by an arboreal predator, it throws itself off the branch and plummets straight down to the forest floor below. Specialized extensible ribs, not as pronounced as those of more derived forms, spring out as it falls, catching the wind and slowing its descent to ensure a safe landing on the lower branches below. It is likely that such jumping behavior was what eventually led to the windribbons' ancestors becoming skilled gliders, though the parasnake clings onto this ancestral way of life.

▪The tangerine wyrmvern is a more derived species than the parasnake, though still fairly primitive in the structure of its wings. Measuring about two feet in length, the wyrmvern is a ravenous predator of the large flying insects common in this timeline, and residing in the dense forests of North America, skillfully leaps from tree to tree as it pursues its airborne quarry. While only capable of short glides, it is very agile in the air, able to quickly steer left, right and down to catch bugs in midair with the help of tooth-like projections on its upper and lower lip lobes. Once prey is secured the wyrmvern catches its landing by "hugging" the tree trunk with its wings, before folding them away and scurrying back up the trunk with the help of rough gripping scales on its underside.

▪ The croaking crowla, at only about 9 inches in length, is one of the smaller windribbons, but what it lacks in size it makes up for in cleverness. Gregarious creatures that gather in noisy, cawing flocks, they are most notable for their creative ways to procure food, be it probing insects from wood with the aid of sticks grasped in their flexible lips, using stones to break open hard seeds, or even dropping hard-shelled invertebrates right in the path of large forest ophiotauri to crush them open. Fairly agile on the ground and even moreso in the treetops, the crowla is able to exploit a wide variety of food sources in the forest--and at times even use their smarts to work together to earn a shared meal, such as pairs cooperatively tag-teaming to trick other creatures and steal their food.

▪The weeping willowisp is a larger windribbon at nearly three feet, and spends most of its time hanging upside down from branches with the help of its prehensile tail as it roosts. Able to easily drop into flight when need be, it can cover distances of up to a hundred feet with each glide, swooping down and up again in a curved arc before grabbing another branch with its tail at the end of each flight. Males in particular are wide-travelling in the forest as they search for a mate, and their eerie, mournful-sounding cries frequently echo through the forests in the early mornings and late evenings during the breeding season. An omnivore, the willowisp feeds on a wide array of plant and animal foods available in the canopy, though the sugary sap that oozes from the bark of certain trees is a particular favorite.

▪The treenut crutter is a resident of conifer forests where it feeds upon nuts and hard shelled seeds. Measuring nearly two feet in length, the crutter leaps and soars from tree to tree as it searches for its preferred food, which it plucks from the stem with the help of quite muscular lip lobes and cracks open with its broad hooked beak, hidden underneath its lips. This hooked beak also serves well when the females build nests during the breeding season: their sharp beaks are used to gnaw holes into tree trunks, where they then deposit their eggs and guard them until they hatch. Young are able to climb about soon after birth but only begin to take their first glides at about a month of age, until which they are entirely dependent on their parents to bring them food.

▪The fluttering bannerlisk, about 18 inches long, is a generalist omnivore that feeds on seeds and insects and dwells in the sparse trees that dot the grasslands of Africa. As trees are relatively few and far between, the bannerlisk has truly exaggerated its rib-wings to peculiar proportions, forming not only a kite-like shape but a thin, wavy sheet running all the way down its tail. Leaping from the branches like a coiled spring at full force, the bannerlisk is able to ride strong winds that can carry it for distances of nearly 400 feet in a good tailwind, using its tail to steer and guide it in the direction of its preferred target tree. Interestingly, it is able to generate a minimal amount of lift by rapidly undulating its body midflight to prolong its glides on occasion -- probably the closest that a windribbon can get to achieving powered flight.

▪The oceanic kiteskimmer is a truly peculiar species of windribbon that has abandoned the arboreal habitat of the rest of its kin for a completely different environment: the sea. A marine-dwelling family comprised of a wide array of species, none exceeding a foot in length, the kiteskimmers are swift and agile swimmers that prey upon small fish and spend their entire lives in the open ocean, leaping out of the waves on occasion to take a breath. However, despite having become aquatic, the kiteskimmers have not lost their affinity to the air: when fleeing predators or ambushing prey, the kiteskimmers speed through the water at top speed, leap out of the water's surface with their wing-ribs spread, and soar over the waves for distances of over 150 feet per glide, able to terminate their glide at will by snapping their wing-ribs shut in an instant, plunging headfirst into the water to snatch fish from above in their serrated bills. Able to alternate between diving and gliding in rapid succession kiteskimmers are able to travel great distances in quite short spans of time, especially during the summer months, when flocks of them migrate to secluded island beaches to lay their eggs in the sand.

▪The hoodwinged coburd is another unusual windribbon in that it has given up flight entirely and instead become a ground-dwelling omnivore that feeds mostly on fruits and seeds but also relishes insects and occasionally scavenges carrion opportunistically. Measuring over 20 feet long and weighing 200 pounds, the coburd is the largest of the windribbons and is simply far too heavy to get airborne. As such, its rib-wings have now been relegated to display organs, which are flashed to startle enemies or displayed to attract mates. Native to secluded islands in the Pacific, it is likely descended from an ancestor akin to the kiteskimmer, that settled onto the islands long ago, and finding a suitable environment, opted to entirely forgo its predecessors gliding and swimming abilites in favor of a life on land.

[thetravelerwrites]

Cetzu (Finale) Lemon

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Male Changeling/Female Human Additional Tags: Exophilia, Lizardfolk, Changeling, Interspecies Romance, Monster Boyfriend, Sex, Double Dicks, Hemipenis Content Warnings: Pregnancy, Babies, Children Words: 6118

The finale of Cetzu’s story, generously commissioned by @ivymemnoch​! Many changes happen all at once that force both Cetzu and the reader to make drastic decisions regarding their courtship. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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Your father was beside himself with worry when you returned. You were five days overdue and he was on the verge of hiring a search party. He calmed down when you explained what happened and shook Cetzu’s hand, thanking him for saving your life. Cetzu tried to keep the grimace off his face, but he accepted the praise without comment.

Cetzu formally informed your father than he intended to court you properly over a period of several months, possibly a year. Your dad took it in stride, pleased that it would be a slow process and that Cetzu wouldn’t be taking his only child away immediately. After all, it wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen this coming. Just seeing the two of you together that first day told him all he needed to know.

Cetzu came to visit as often as he could in addition to sending letters. Your father decided to sleep on the cot in his workshop when Cetzu slept over, not saying a word about it. He had been young and in love too, once, and you were more than old enough to make your own decisions. Besides, he was never the “my house, my rules” type of dad, though he wasn’t above embarrassing the both of you at breakfast the next morning.

You cherished this new chapter of your life. You missed Cetzu terribly when he wasn’t there, but that just made his visits and letters that much sweeter. On the days when he was there, he spent time with your dad, too. Your dad taught him to make furniture, and Cetzu taught him to make his pieces more ornate. You’d had the thought more than once that they should go into business together. They’d have no competition.

The nights belonged to you and Cetzu. You made love often, learning each others body, experimenting with what the two of you liked and what you didn’t. It was fun and thrilling, but you always had the sense afterward that something was off. You were nervous about asking at first, but you got up the courage to ask him about it one night about four months in.

He sighed. “I still feel an imbalance. I feel… guilty for being this happy.”

You sighed too and stroked his forehead. “I know. I wish you didn’t.”

“Me too,” He said, kissing you. “I can’t stop thinking about that man laying on the ground, bleeding out, my claw marks in his neck. I have nightmares about it.” He butted his forehead against yours. “I don’t even know his name.”

“Have you looked for his family?” You asked.

“Yes,” He said. “He didn’t have one. He was an orphan who grew up on the streets. I found the people he was working with and they told me everything they knew about him, which wasn’t much. They used a nickname for him, but they didn’t know his real name.”

You imagined that made him feel even worse about the situation, but you didn’t say anything.

“We buried him on the farm. It’s the least I could have done, but it doesn’t fix anything. It’s actually worse now: the man I murdered is buried on my family’s property. A constant reminder of the worst mistake of my life.”

You snugged him in tighter. “I wish I could help you, Cetzu, but I don’t know how.”

“It’s alright,” He said. “I’ll figure it out. You’re all good to go for tomorrow, aren’t you?”

You and Cetzu were going to Tandale next to sell his and your father’s work. It was smaller than Coleville but was expanding quickly, and with all the houses going up, you figured people would need well-built furniture and beautiful trinkets to decorate their new homes.

“Yep,” You replied, rolling onto your back and pulling him on top of you. “The wagon is all packed and ready to go.” You stretched your neck up to give him a slow, deep kiss. “But let’s worry about business in the morning. There’s a different kind of business I’m concerned about right now.”

He gave a single, low chuckle and climbed onto you, using his knee to open your thighs.

“I want both this time,” You purred.

He braced himself on his hands and looked down at you. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” You said, flexing your thigh muscles against his waist. “I think I’m ready for it. Had lots of practice the last few months.”

He snorted. “If you say so. But we’ll go slow.”

“Sounds good to me,” You replied, pulling his body down onto yours. You loved the sound his scales made when you drug your fingernails down them. You loved the cool, soft feeling of his belly pressed against your body. You loved being crushed against him with his strong, hard arms. Everything about Cetzu made your heart race with excitement.

You reached between the two of you with both hands, one caressing his slit and the other circling your pearl, pleasuring each of you at the same time. He nibbled your ear and groaned. You could feel the slit opening slowly, and his twin cocks began to slither out, searching for your hand. They weren’t exactly prehensile, but they always seem to be right where they needed to be when they needed to be there.

“Turn over,” He said in a timbre so low it made your ribcage rattle. You suppressed a shiver of anticipation and obeyed. “Open up, please.”

You pushed your rear into the air and spread your legs wide, your face down in the pillows. He kissed the back of your head, the nape of you neck, continuing slowly down your spine, and nuzzled against the soft flesh of your bottom with his nose. His long, broad tongue pressed itself to your slit and you let out a broken moan. Looking back at him, you could see him stroking both of his bright red cocks in one hand while palming the skin of your left buttock in his large hand, kneading back and forth. His eyes were closed and he looked to be thoroughly enjoying himself. You had to say you were sharing that enjoyment.

Your thighs began to shake as the orgasm built and you whimpering into the sheets that were balled up in your fist against your mouth.

“Don’t hold back,” He said, muffled. “Moan for me.”

You could help but obey, the sound of your moans vibrating off the bedframe as the wave crested up and throughout your body, your muscles taut.

He rose up behind you, both of his cocks still in his hand, and began to push them both inside you. It was just on the line of being uncomfortable, but it was tolerable. It helped that you were dripping wet and that he was being extremely careful and slow. If he’d tried to jam them both in, it probably would have been quite painful.

When he was fully seated inside you, he stopped completely to let you adjust to the fit of him. You’d never felt so full before. While you adapted to the feeling, he lavished attention over your skin, touching your breasts and belly and kissing every inch he could reach. You turned your head so he could kiss your lips and you sighed against him, feeling his cool stomach pressed against your overheated back.

Slowly, he began to move, and you gasped, feeling sparks of pleasure. He gently built up speed and intensity, and soon you were gripping the headboard and moaning loudly, glad your father was sleeping in the annex and hopefully unable to hear you.

The bed rattled as he rammed into you harder, and you could feel the sweat dampening your body as you cried out over and over, feeling the explosion of ecstasy rush through your body. He released into you powerfully, his seed spurting out as quickly as it went in, and he fell on top of you, wheezing.

“You’re very heavy,” You said through your panting.

With effort, he moved off of you and to the side, pulling you against his belly.

The two of you lay there, entangled in each other, for several minutes as you got your breath back. Once you could sit up without the room swirling, you went and got a damp cloth and cleaned up, then got back in bed and curled into the curve of his body.

“When do you want to leave tomorrow?” You asked him.

“After lunch,” He replied. “I think I need some recovery time.”

“You’re not the only one,” You said, laughing.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m fine,” You replied. “I’ll definitely be sore in the morning, though.”

“Hey, you asked.”

“I did. And I’m glad I did.”

“Go to sleep, you silly thing,” He said, kissing the back of your neck. “I can tease you more tomorrow.”

The Tandale trip was as profitable as you’d hoped, and you came home with a heavy purse. Cetzu stayed another few days with you, then reluctantly went home with a promise to return soon.

It went on this way for another few months, and everyone seemed very happy, including your Dad. He’d even agreed to leave home for a few days to visit Cetzu’s family, and while you had prepared him for the blended family, you had to admit that seeing them in real life for the first time would be a shock to almost anyone, no matter what. But, by the end of the three day stay, he and Declan were as thick as thieves. It made you very glad that your dad had made a friend, the first in many years, even if it was a giant bat monster who was soon to be your father-in-law.

After that trip, Cetzu escorted you and your dad home as he always did and returned to the farm. Harvest was coming; he’d be needed and may not be able to visit as often has he had been. You would miss him, but the letters would still come.

Since the harvest began, he had only been able to come once in three weeks. He assured you when it was over, he’d stay for several days to make up the time. You told him not to worry, and that you’d still be here, however long it took.

However, all was not well at home. You suddenly had taken ill for no particular reason. Your father insisted you stay in bed until you felt better, except you never got around to feeling better. The fatigue and nausea persisted for weeks.

Cetzu finally returned for his visit to find you abed.

“Are you alright?” He asked, feeling your forehead. “You’re much warmer than normal, but you’re not exactly feverish. Why didn’t you mention this in your letters? I’d have come sooner, harvest be damned.”

“It’s probably just a stomach flu,” You told him. “I’ve been taking medicine the physician sent, so I should be fine. Honestly, you should probably go home until it passes. I’m not exactly going to be good company.”

“Nonsense,” He said. “I’m courting you, remember? The whole point of courtship is to marry you one day. If my goal is to be your husband, then it’s my job to take care of you, and take care of you is what I will do.” He kissed your forehead. “I’ll write a letter to the family and let them know what’s going on. Mother and Lymera may be able to help.”

“You don’t have to go to so much trouble, love,” You said, taking his hand.

He shook your hand gently. “It’s no trouble. Get some sleep. I’ll go see your father and come back to check on you a little later. I’ll be here for a few days, so don’t worry about me going anywhere.”

“Alright,” You said, kissing his hand before releasing it. He drew the blankets up and tucked you in, and let you settle back into sleep.

He returned later with a mug of broth and helped you sip it. You were only able to drink half of it before the nausea hit you and you had to push it away. He then took you outside on the porch bench for some fresh air.

Autumn had come. It was a crisp, cool day without being too cold. The leaves had turned and were falling softly like a slow rain. It was beautiful. You’d been inside for so long that you’d missed the leaves changing color.

“Feeling better?” He asked, rubbing your back.

“Yeah,” You said, leaning into his side. “This is nice. If you don’t stop spoiling me, I’ll get used to it and never let you go.”

“Good,” He replied with a smile. “That’s the plan.”

He didn’t try to initiate anything that night, given your condition, but he slept curled around you, the coolness of his body relieving the uncomfortable heat of your own. The next morning, he made you a bland porridge that, while unappetizing, you were able to keep down.

Another day passed, and Lymera arrived on her older centaur brother, Birch, the following morning. Lymera was wearing a travel shirt, which was understandable. Going nude was fine on the farm, but it was less acceptable in other places.

“I heard there was a sick sister-in-law that needed my aid,” Lymera said, stepping into the house.

Cetzu folded his arms. “You shouldn’t call her that. She hasn’t agreed to marry me yet.”

“Oh, pssh, don’t be coy,” Lymera scoffed, swatting at Cetzu. “And don’t hover, either. Go out and help Birch clean up and let me examine her in peace, you vulture. Besides, we have a letter for you from Coleville.”

Cetzu grumbled as he kissed the top of your head and went out to help his brother. Lymera came to sit on the edge of your bed and give you a hug.

“How are you feeling today?”

“I’m alright,” You said. “I managed to keep my breakfast down.”

“That’s good,” She said, pulling back to examine your face. “Have you been taking the medicine from the doctor? And the ginger and mint tea?”

“Yes,” You replied. “They help a lot, thank you.”

She felt your forehead. “Cetzu was right. You don’t have a fever, but you are very warm. How long has this been going on?”

“Only a couple of weeks,” You said. “I’m sure it’s nothing serious.”

She pulled back your covers. “Lie down for me.” You obeyed and she began to gently prod your body. “Does this hurt?” She asked as she pushed on your side.

“No.”

“What about here?” She pushed on your stomach, near your ribs.

“That’s a bit sore, but it’s from throwing up so much,” You said.

“I believe that,” She mused. “What about here?” She prodded the flesh of your abdomen below your belly button.

“Yeah, that’s pretty sore,” You said.

“Hmm,” She hummed curiously. “There’s a firmness there.”

“Really?” You asked, surprised. “What does that mean?”

“I’m not sure yet,” Lymera said a little mysteriously. “I need to ask you some questions first. Have your breasts been tender?”

That was an odd question. “Uh… I’m not sure. I haven’t really noticed that sort of thing.”

“Touch them,” She said. “Press a little at the sides.”

Feeling a little weird, you obeyed. They were a bit tender, actually. You nodded.

“When was your last cycle?” Lymera asked, helping you sit up.

“I’m not sure, I barely pay attention to it,” You replied without thinking.

“Has it been more than a month?” Lymera asked.

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

“And you and Cetzu have been having sex, am I correct?” She asked.

Suddenly it clicked. What she was asking. What she was telling you. The nausea returned, but you didn’t think it was because of your condition. Cold fingers crawled their way up your spine and your world began to spin.

“Oh gods,” You said, putting a hand to your head and swaying. “Oh gods, oh gods…”

“Hey, hey now,” She said, carefully easing you back down on the pillow. “Calm yourself. I know this is a surprise, but don’t fall to pieces.”

“I… what… what do I do?” You asked, covering your face, feeling tears in your eyes. “Dad will be so mad at me. I don’t even know how Cetzu will react. He’s still searching for some way to make amends for what he thinks is a slight against the universe. I can’t throw a child at him while he’s on that journey.”

“Why don’t you let him decide that?” Lymera asked.

“Don’t tell him,” You begged, pulling your hands away to grab hers desperately. “Don’t tell him yet. I need to process this and figure things out. I don’t want to burden him with this unless I’m sure I’m in the right place to handle it. I need time.”

“Telling him isn’t my job, honey,” She said sympathetically. “It’s yours. I won’t say anything to him or anyone else until he mentions it first. But don’t make him wait too long, okay?”

You nodded, trying not to hyperventilate.

“Calm down and dry your eyes,” Lymera said evenly. “He’ll think something is wrong.”

You took a few minutes to compose yourself and Lymera called for Cetzu. He came back in, looking somber.

“Lymera, can you give us a minute?” Cetzu asked. “I need to talk to her. It’s a private matter.”

Lymera nodded, gave you a heavy look, and went outside.

“How are you?” Cetzu asked, caressing your cheek with the back of his knuckles.

“I’ll be fine,” You said. “It’s… nothing serious. I’ll be better soon.”

He sighed heavily. “That’s a relief, at least.”

You cocked your head in concern. “Why, what’s happened?”

“I got a letter from a council member in Coleville,” Cetzu said, holding up the paper. “Mother Anne has died.”

“What?” You asked, reaching for the letter and reading it with a hand over your mouth. “Gods. What will happen to the children?”

“That’s the thing,” He said, pointing to the bottom of the page. “They asked who should take over running the orphanage, and my name was submitted. And… I want to accept.”

You looked up at him, speechless.

“The children… they know me, they’re comfortable with me. Apparently, they petitioned the council themselves for me to be their new caretaker. And it feels… right. I… I feel like this is what I’m supposed to do.” He winced and looked at you. “Do you understand?”

“Yes…” You said slowly. “Do you… think we should end the courtship?”

“I don’t want to,” He said mournfully, holding your hands tightly. “I’d like you to come with me. The children like you, too, and having two caretakers would be better all around. I know leaving your father will be hard for you, but you could visit him whenever you liked. I could have one of my brothers or sisters escort you, so you wouldn’t go alone.”

A lot was happening all at once and you weren’t sure if your brain was able to keep up. “Can you… give me time? To think about it? I’d like to talk to Dad.”

“Of course,” Cetzu said, kissing the palm of each hand. “I was hoping to stay longer to care for you, but the council wants me to arrive as soon as possible to sign documents. I also want to check on the children, make sure they’re alright and that the interim caretaker is doing a good enough job. I also need to tell my family what’s going on, get their opinion, and… say my goodbyes. I’ll return when I’m satisfied everything is taken care of.”

You nodded, a tear slipping down your face. He grimaced as if in pain and wiped it away.

“I know things are uncertain right now,” He said softly, pressing his forehead against yours. “But be sure of one thing: I love you. I always will.”

“I know,” You whispered. “I love you, too.”

He kissed you, long and hard, and began to pack up his things for travel.

Later that evening, your father came in from his workshop to find you still in your room and in bed, your pillow wet with tears. He’d known something was wrong when Cetzu left with his siblings abruptly, but he hadn’t asked to give you space. He knelt next to your bed and put his hand on your shoulder, rubbing your arm soothingly.

“Want to tell Dad what’s wrong, angel?” He asked softly, as he used to do when you were little and sad. “Maybe I can make it better.”

You sniffled. “Can you put on a pot of tea, Daddy?” You asked him. “I need to tell you something.”

“Sure, sweetheart,” He said, and left your room.

You sat up slowly, still wearing your nightgown with no intent to change it, and looked around your room. You’d always lived in this house. It was like this place was frozen in time, never changing. Now, whether you decided to leave it or to stay, everything was going to change.

You walked out into the kitchen just as your father was pouring hot water into a teapot. You could smell the ginger and mint instantly.

“You don’t have to drink that, Dad,” You said.

“I don’t mind it, actually,” He says with a soft smile. “It tastes nice.”

You both waited in silence as the tea steeped while your father poured you each a cup. It wasn’t until you took your first sip and set your cup back down that he asked, “So what has you so troubled?”

“Oh, Daddy,” You said, hanging your head. “You’ll be so upset with me.”

“Nonsense,” He said, reaching out to take your hand. “That’s impossible.”

“You haven’t heard what I have to say yet,” You said. “I don’t have the flu. I’m pregnant.”

His hand squeezed yours and he sighed. “Honestly, I was starting to suspect, but I didn’t want to say anything.”

You looked up sharply in shock. “You’re not disappointed?”

He smiled, his face gentle. “I think the more important question is, are you?”

“I’m… worried,” You admitted, warming your hands with the cup. “I don’t know how Cetzu will feel about this, and that scares me. And I’m worried that I’m cut from the same cloth as my birth mother. That I’ll abandon the child because it’s inconvenient.”

“Do you really think you would?” He asked.

You shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. That’s why I’m worried. Cetzu would never forgive me.” You scrubbed your face. “That’s the second thing I have to tell you, and it’s almost harder.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” He said. “You can tell me.”

You took a breath and steeled yourself. “Do you remember the orphanage in Coleville? The one I told you about?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“The caretaker has died and they want Cetzu to replace her. And he wants me to come with him.”

Your father’s smile never wavered. “Honey, I knew you’d be leaving with him eventually. I was preparing for that.”

“But what about you?” You asked, the tears returning.

“I’ll be fine, honey,” He said, stroking your hair. “You are a young woman about to be married and a mother and have a very important job. You’ve got a full life ahead of you. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Don’t say that, you’re my father. Of course I’m going to worry about you.” You sighed roughly, feeling distressed.

Your father laughed softly. “What would it take to make you less worried for me? Tell me and I’ll do that.”

“Come with us!” You exclaimed in a burst of inspiration. “Come to Coleville! You could open up a shop there! We do most of our business there anyway! You and Cetzu could go into business together and help raise money for the orphanage! The two of you could make a fortune together!”

Your father’s eyes widened and he his head bobbed, clearly taken aback. “Leave Red Landing? I… I was born here. I grew up here. You grew up here. It’s all I’ve ever known.”

“Strange thing is, Dad, most towns are pretty much the same, once you get used to them,” You said. “You don’t have to say yes, and you don’t have to decide right away. Honestly, if Cetzu isn’t happy about the baby, we may not have to make a decision.”

He gave you a stern look. “Do you really think he’s the type to do such a thing? Leave you in the lurch with a baby on the way?”

“Well, no,” You admitted. “I’m just… scared.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Your dad said, pulling you into a hug. “I know. I’ll think on it. Give me time.”

You laughed softly. “Of course.”

Cetzu returned twenty-two days later. By that time, you were over the worst of the morning sickness, though there were still some foods you couldn’t even think about without getting sick. You had lost weight during the time you hadn’t been able to eat much, but you were slowly gaining it back, and your face had color again. He seemed overjoyed to see you better and rushed forward to embrace you as soon as he emerged from the woods.

“Oh, gods, I missed you so much,” He said into your skin as he kissed it.

You wrapped your arms tight around his neck. “I missed you, too. I’m so happy you’re back. To be honest, I was almost worried you wouldn’t come back at all,” You admitted sheepishly.

He pulled back and scowled at you. “How could you think such a thing! I said I’d come back. I’m nothing if not a man of my word, you know that.”

You laughed. “I do know that.” You took his hand and walked him to the house. “So is it all fixed?”

“Yep,” Cetzu said, looking excited. “I’m now the official caretaker of the orphanage. It’s a lot of responsibility, but I think I’m up to the task.”

“How did your family take it?”

“They were sad to see me go, of course, but they’re happy I’ve found my calling. Father is ecstatic at the idea of more grandchildren.”

The word grandchildren made your stomach bottom out and you gulped.

“Cetzu… there’s something I need to talk to you about before I make a decision on whether or not to join you in Coleville.”

“Alright,” He said, looking at you quizzically. “Does this have to do with your illness?”

“Well…” You said, leading him to the porch and sitting down. “I was never actually ill.”

He frowned. “I don’t understand.”

You so badly wanted to hide your face, but you forced yourself to look him in the eye. “Cetzu. I’m pregnant.”

His face went completely blank and he didn’t react. He just sat there, staring at you and blinking.

“Cetzu? Did you hear what I said?”

He gulped as well and nodded. “Yes.”

“Have you nothing to say?”

“I… I don’t… know… what to say…” He stuttered. “I don’t know how I feel. Or what to do.”

“Welcome to the last three weeks of my life,” You muttered.

He looked at you, stunned. “You’ve known that long and didn’t tell me?”

“When I found out, we’d just learned that Mother Anne had died. It didn’t seem like the right time. And I didn’t want to tell you in a letter. I wanted to say it to you face to face.” You sighed heavily. “And… I was scared. I’m still scared.”

“Of me?” He asked, his brow furrowed upward.

“Not you, specifically,” You replied. “Just… the situation as a whole. Our relationship was so good and strong and beautiful and I wanted it to stay that way forever. But that day… everything changed. Everything. Nothing will be the same. I didn’t know what to do, or what Dad would say, or how you would react. I kept imagining all kinds of horrible scenarios in which Dad kicked me out, or you left, or I left you and the baby, like my birth mother did. I’ve been having these terrible nightmares where all my worst fears about myself revolve before my eyes.”

“You are not your mother,” Cetzu said softly. “And I would never leave you, darling. This is… unexpected. I hadn’t thought we’d conceive quite so soon, but I always hoped we’d have children. I told you so.”

You nodded sardonically. “You did once say that you wanted lots of kids, but it’s one thing to say it and another when it’s suddenly a reality. I couldn’t know if you’d be happy about it or not.” You eyed him. “Are you happy?”

“I’m… sort of dumbfounded, but I’m not… unhappy or angry,” He said, his hands clasped between his knees. “It’s just a lot to wrap my head around. I suddenly have a very large family.”

“You already had a very large family,” You pointed out.

“Sure, but it’s different when you’re the one responsible for that family,” He said, a nervous laugh escaping his lips.

“That’s another thing I was worried about,” You told him sadly. “I didn’t want to add another burden to your back.”

He took you by the shoulders and pulled you into a tight hug, his face buried in your hair.

“This is not a burden, love. I told you I wanted children. It’s just sooner than I expected, that’s all.”

“What if I can’t handle it?” You asked thickly, holding back tears. “What if I abandon you and the baby? What if--”

He stopped you with a kiss. “You are not your mother,” Cetzu repeated. “The fact that you’re so worried about it proves that. If leaving us were a possibility, you wouldn’t be so scared of it.”

“I wish I was sure about that as you are,” You said tearfully.

“Well,” He said with a sigh, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the small wooden box with the mother-of-pearl inlay you had seen the first time you’d set up shop with him. “Perhaps I can alleviate at least one of your fears. Here,” He said, handing it to you. “Look inside.”

There was a weight to his words that you felt in your bones, and you took the box tentatively. Opening it, you gasped with wonder.

It was full of rings. Rings of various sizes and colors and mediums. There were wooden ones, stone ones, metal ones, and bone ones. Some were plain and smooth, others had intricately carved patterns and filigree.

“When I was young,” He said. “It was just me, Soraya, Mama, and Papa. I didn’t know that our family was strange at the time, since I was so small, but I always knew I wanted a bigger family. I wanted a great big family with lots of siblings and cousins and all that. And I knew when I grew up, I wanted a big family of my own, just like Mama and Papa. I didn’t know what kind of person I’d fall in love with, but I wanted to be prepared.”

He gestured at the box. “When I started carving, I began making these in secret. I wanted to make sure, when I met the person I wanted to marry, I’d have the right ring. I didn’t know who they’d be, so I kept making them.” He smiled at you. “I know that your ring is in there. You just have to find it.”  

Your heart felt like it was taking up all the space in your chest as you looked down into the dozens of rings lying in the box. How to choose? It would have to fit, obviously, but was that the only thing that mattered? This was an important decision.

A glimmer caught your eye, and you gently pushed some of the rings out of the way until you found one that was made of moonstone, the same stone that made up the hair ornament Cetzu had given you, his first gift to you. You held it up and examined it, but it was completely smooth and had no cracks. It was simple, but it glittered in the sunlight like it had thousands of tiny diamonds in it. With a deep breath, you slid it onto your left ring finger. It fit as if made for it, as it indeed had been.

You looked up at him and smiled. “I found it,” You breathed.

He smiled back. “You did.” He took the box back and looked down into it with a confused expression. “Huh. What should I do with the rest of them?”

“Sell them in the shop,” You said. “Maybe you’re right and they are all meant for someone. Hopefully the people they belong to will find them.”

He turned to you, even more confused. “Shop?”

“Oh, right, I didn’t tell you,” You said. “Dad’s coming, too. He’s going to open a shop so that I don’t have to travel anymore, especially since I’ll be helping out in the orphanage and with the baby coming. I’ve always thought you two should go into business together, and this seems like a perfect opportunity.”

“That’s wonderful!” Cetzu said, pulling you into his lap. “This is great! This is… right. Everything feels right again. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of me.”

“I’m glad,” You said, kissing him soundly. His hand wandered to your belly, and you broke the kiss to look down at it.

“What will they look like, I wonder?” You asked. “You’re not lizardfolk, even though you look like you are. Will they look that way, too?”

“Not sure,” He admitted. “I don’t know if I was born looking like lizardfolk or if my fae parents changed me to this form in an effort to make the host family keep me. There’s no telling until the baby is born, I guess.”

Your father sold the house in which you’d grown up within the month and began the process of packing things up for the move. He was nervous and unsure, but he was also strangely hopeful. Both he and Cetzu refused to let you lift a finger to help, which frustrated you, but you understood. You weren’t new to the concept of over-protective fathers, after all.

On the way to Coleville, you stopped by Declan’s farm for a few days to tell the family the good news. Declan actually wept. Lymera performed the wedding ceremony there, and the family accepted both you and your father as their own. During the wedding dinner, Lymera played her violin, and you danced with your father for the first time in years. Then, though he was shy and had two left feet, you had a dance with Cetzu, too.

In Coleville, your father used the money from the sale of the house to buy a building to set up his shop and moved into it, allowing you and Cetzu to move in to the orphanage on your own, giving the two of you your space as a newly married couple. The children were overjoyed that you had come as well, and were even more excited to hear you’d be having a baby. Beryn, the fae child and youngest among the children, said it felt like they’d be having a younger sibling, which they’d never had before.

The joke was on everyone, though, since the baby came out as twins: a boy and a girl. As uncertain as both of you and Cetzu had been to learn of their existence, the strength of your love for them was undeniable. The girl, Cera, was mostly human looking, but she did have scales along her ears and down her spine, though she lacked a tail. Her eyes were also lizard-like and silver, like her father’s, but she had your skin color and hair. Ketsu was more like his dad: covered in scales except for his little belly and head, which was more human than lizard, and he did have a tail, but his eyes were a hazel color, like yours.

Cetzu was every bit as wonderful a father as you expected, doting on his children as often as possible. The kids were enthralled by the twins and were happy to lend a hand caring for them, which you greatly appreciated, as both Cetzu and your father needed time to create stock for the store. After a while, a few of the older children expressing interest in woodcarving so they could help, as well. The ones who didn’t or couldn’t learn to carve wanted to help in the store. It gave you hope for their future, since having a trade or a sum of money when they came of age would benefit them greatly when they struck out on their own.

As uncertain as this road had started, you knew you were where you were meant to be. With your children, your found family, your father. With Cetzu.

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My Masterlist

The Exophilia Creator’s Masterlist

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by Anonymous

For centuries, Jongho’s village has been plagued by a Jorogumo. Every few years, the hidden monster leaves a scratch on the house of a young man it wants. The village must answer, or it will destroy them all in search of him. With Jongho living with nobody but his mother and sister, when the scratch appears on his front door, there’s no question of who the Jorogumo wants next.

Words: 9896, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Choi Jongho, Choi San

Relationships: Choi Jongho/Choi San

Additional Tags: Dont read this if you have arachonophobia, Jorōgumo, Giant Spiders, Monsters, Mentions of Death, Grieving, Superstition, Bondage, Biting, venom - Freeform, Prehensile Tongue, Touch sensory hallucinations, Don't Like Don't Read, this fic is lowkey sad