#r: the menagerie

[tha-wrecka-stow]

[sundrykitsch]

ya like jazz?

[liliavalley]

whoops. still thinking about colour show swk.

[salted-macarons-archived]

[OC] Testing out some new brushes

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ Oh, I need to hold you close❞

yandere!werewolves x ftm!human!reader | NSFW, fluffy, VALENTINES SPECIAL | sub. bttm. reader | reader has had top surgery and bottom growth | NOT PROOFREAD | wc: 6.7k

warnings: monster fucking, knots, pack dynamics, scenting, territorial behaviour, d. penetration, anal sex, scarification, biting, brief mention of a piss kink (but in a joking way), unapologetically possessive, borderline manipulative (r! and the yanderes), mentions of breeding, unnatural amounts of cum, violence, mentions of animal death, body horror (werewolf transformations), AFAB terminology used (clit referred to as cock/dick)

authors note: Oh my god, I'm so sorry this was posted so late. I had an impromptu, volatile, family trip the week of Valentine's and it totally threw off the schedule but the pack is finally here!!! I hope you all love the boys as much as I do! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

Listening to ▸ One More Night by Chris Grey / Want You So Bad by The Vaccines / Cherry Coloured Funk by Cocteau Twins  Posted two-weeks earlier here ▸ [ Patreon ]

Ilya decides early on that you don’t need to work. Murmuring to your skin, you could just live like animals with him in a cabin somewhere. He’d plough the lands to make it fertile — his blunt words and sharp grin never failed to make you shove his face away at his obvious innuendos. It was a desire he had within him that you understand but wouldn’t humour.

As much as you hated this capitalist society — society, you mumbled to yourself in a mocking hiss — you enjoyed the little luxuries your job afforded you. It felt good making your own money, even if it came at the cost of dealing with the general public. 

After all, it would only take a few hours, and then you’d drive back to your home at the edge of the town to home, or he’d unceremoniously arrive in his truck, with Keaton waving cheerfully your way as he hopped down from the back. His gummy grin, with those fangs poking his lower lip, instantly tugged the corners of your lips up. The younger man wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you in his usual greeting. 

“Keaton,” Your little groan made him laugh boisterously. He hitched you up higher, curling his arm under your ass with a victorious ‘whoop!’ that forces you to purse your lips together as a way to not encourage him further.

Ilya would watch with that smug canine-like grin from where he was sitting, draping an elbow out the window and calling out for you with his voice dripping with confidence. 

“My coworkers are starting to think you guys are recruiting me into a woodland cult, you know that right?” You said with a pointed tone, one brow raised to prove your point.

Keaton bounces you, which makes you yelp. Wrapping your arms around his fluffy head of hair also makes him yelp. Ilya simply chuckles at the humorous sight. Even with supernatural strength, Keaton was chronically clumsy. 

“We make a pretty shit cult!” Ilya tilts his head down as he yells, his dark shades sliding down his nose bridge slightly while your nosy coworkers either turn their gazes away from the parking lot or hurry to their car. Small town, it couldn’t be helped. Most of their entertainment comes from hot gossip and your queer relationship with four men was irrevocably the hottest gossip they’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing. 

“Ilya!” You scold whilst still trying to crunch your stomach, Keaton balancing you on his shoulder. “You’re an ass, I’m gonna have to talk to them tomorrow!”

Keaton finally places you on the hood of the truck, hiding his sigh of relief as he boxes you in with his hands. His puffy monolids earn him a concerned stroke over those pretty brown eyes from you. “You didn’t come home last night, you didn’t get into too much trouble, right?”

Keaton was the youngest in your pack, polycule, the menagerie of men that had found themselves attached to you. He worked hard to prove himself worthy to you and others even though he didn’t need to. 

He grins coyly, nuzzling his nose into your palm sweetly to reassure you. “Nothing your boy couldn’t handle, sweetheart,” You crinkle your nose at his flirtatious tone, that damn English accent of his never failing to make heat rush to your face. It wasn’t fair that he knew this fact. 

What with him being a werewolf and all — 

“His ass is hot enough as it is, Keaton. Let’s not burn it on the hood.” 

Ilya brushes the long framing pieces of his pale gold hair back, a pinkish, healed, scar that ran down his right eye peeking out from the top and bottom of his shades. Your thumb brushes over Keaton’s right jaw, how the scar dips into his cheeks a bit. Matching scars. Sweet, wasn’t it? 

You succumb to Keaton’s manhandling as he picks you up and places you on the passenger side, squeezing you between himself and Ilya. 

“Harley’s making dinner,” Keaton informs as he rolls down the windows. You lean back, kneading into your neck. “What’s the occasion?”

Ilya gasps dramatically, pushing his glasses up to rest them on his head. He turns his head, ignoring the road ahead. “You forgot what today is? Of all days?”

Keeping up with four birthdays was a hassle, but you’re certain that today wasn't any of their birth anniversaries—as Keaton likes to call them—so you simply turn his scruffy chin forward while you think. 

“I’m heartbroken,” Ilya continues while Keaton chuckles softly. “We’ve prepared so much for you.”

“Was today a busy day?” Keaton asks, placing his elbow on the window ledge with a brow raised. “You didn’t notice the decorations?”

Both of them guffaw as you furrow your brows in thought. Today was rather busy and you found yourself focusing on tasks rather than the decorations. But you remembered the smell of bouquets and the little heart motifs scattered around and you gasped softly.

“I can’t believe you forgot about Valentine's Day,” Keaton laughs through his words. “You’d think that as a guy dating four other men…”

“Our sweetheart here is as cruel as he is beautiful, Keaton,” laments Ilya. The breeze flowing through now smelled of pine and wood the further you went. The trees now grew taller as the path continued to become more winding.  

“Hey, I was busy!” You huffed defensively, lightly squirming against Keaton’s hold when he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “I’m sorry I’m not running around the woods naked, hunting venison. I provide for my four housewives with streaming services and wi-fi.”

Ilya laughs just as he breaks the monotonous drive with a smooth turn to a down path. The ride is bumpy but Keaton simply holds you close. Your home is an older house. Its skeleton is sturdy, with signs of care and improvement plastered here and there. The warm wood tones and stone gave it a much cosier feel, with Harley’s abundance of plants hanging down and planted in large pots. Ilya’s garage was detached off to the side, and messes were strewn about in controlled chaos that no one dared to disturb in case it disrupted Ilya’s flow. 

The newest addition to the side of the home was a sunroom for Harley and Pearl to make their own. Bags of dirt and freshly potted plants were in one corner while the other had a large table covered in paint and brushes. The gravel crunched under the weight of the truck and you spotted Harley’s blurry figure behind the patchwork frosted-and-stained glass windows as he made his way to the front door. When he smiles, the scar down his lip stretches, and you press a loving kiss over it just as you wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders. 

“Happy Valentine's Day, baby.” Your words instantly soften his eyes, gently squeezing you closer to his soft front as he presses a kiss on your forehead.

“That’s unfair!” Keaton gawks, coming to Harley’s side and only quieting down into a playful glare when he’s bestowed a loving kiss on his temple. “He forgot today’s Valentine’s Day until Ilya and I told him. You cheater,” You stick your tongue out at Keaton and he returns it whilst Ilya and Harley share a warm kiss.

The day’s exhaustion was slowly seeping out of you as your mates surrounded you, but you were still missing one more.“He’s been missing you, bad” Harley takes a soft tone and the worried scrunch of your brows makes him poke the little wrinkle which made you chuckle — Harley patted your backside as you slipped past him to make your way towards your precious Pearl.

You hear his desperate whines through the door of the den, calling out his name softly as you creak open the French doors. Pearl peeked his head out from the mess of duvets, scented clothes, and pillows. His hair messily flowing over his shoulder as he straightens up into a kneeling position, the padded chain on his ankles clinking as he attempts to inch closer to you. 

He appeared feverish but still wholly there. You offer a kind smile, kneeling and pressing a kiss to the scar across his nose — the length of which was the space between his eyes — and threading your fingers through his hair to massage at the base of his skull. His eyes flutter close, leaning onto you and sighing in contentment as he breathes you in.

“Keaton was yelling, ‘bout what?” Pearl whispers. You stifle a chuckle, focusing on working your fingers on him and easing him as much as you can. 

“I forgot about Valentine’s Day. He reminded me, so I wished Harley a Happy V-Day at the door and K called me a cheater.” You feel his lips stretch into a wide smile, his teeth lightly brushed against your jaw as he embraces you. 

“I think I’m just an opportunistic hunter, not a cheater,” Pearl hums his agreement as he noses at your neck. You close your eyes, working your touch to his face to brush over the raised scar — the action makes him shiver but he doesn’t ask you to stop. 

“Your rut’s comin’ in hot, huh?”

“Harley’s been helping, but I just really missed you today.”

It was romantic that Pearl’s rut was coming on today of all days, which made it a bit more special. Not that any of you needed to be convinced to help the other out in their time of need, in more ways than just sexual, but you suppose you understand why they — Ilya and Keaton — were being whiny about your forgetfulness. 

Ilya makes his presence known with his deliberate footsteps, waiting for Pearl’s tense shoulders to lower before he makes his way inside. Pearl greets him with a crackly rumble of his throat that Ilya returns. 

“Harley’s made dinner. Let’s wash up, mh?”

You can’t help the rush of excitement that washes over your body at Ilya’s purr and neither can Pearl. He stands up, the thick blanket over his shoulder the only thing keeping his bits away from view. Ilya’s the tallest in your pack, towering over most people and intimidating them with his sharp grin and gleaming blue eyes — it doesn’t help that he’s pretty well-built. Wolf shifters, werewolves, lycans — whatever you wish to call them — built muscles better than the average human and Ilya was a fine example of such.

Pearl intimidated others with his height as well. Despite his thinner frame and long hair, his height and the scar across his pretty face could be a terrifying combo to others when he’s looming over your shoulder with his green eyes darkened. Ilya finds Pearl adorable despite his tendency to make people piss in their pants from his wide-eyed glare though. Joking it was the reason he fell for him when he met the two of you for the first time.

The blonde wrapped his arms around the feverish Pearl and motioned for you to follow them to the bathroom. You reminisce about how all of you came to be. 

Pearl had been your childhood friend. He’d always been the quiet kid, preferring to keep to himself and despising when the classroom got too loud or noisy. You felt protective of him then and he adored you for doing so — he never mentioned how tough his home life was when you were little, and his supernatural healing never left much scars anyway, but having you share your toys with him or quietly sitting next to him during recess was always a soothing balm to the abuse that awaited him behind closed door.

He’d been so protective of you. In his own way. Quietly watching your window at night, his ears pointed forward in alert at every little noise that came from your room. Memorizing the smell of your clothes, your unique scent, the soap you used, the shampoo, the cologne — but nothing compared to seeing you laugh. The crinkle in your nose, the smile lines on your cheeks, seeing your gums and your lips spread open while you throw your head back. Pearl swears nothing compared to that. 

So when Ilya came to your town, with his bike and blonde buzzcut and annoyingly seductive accent, Pearl felt his hackles rise. Humans had an instinct, something inside them that sent prickles of goose flesh across their skin when they met eyes with people like Pearl. From the dark ages maybe. A survival trait they kept within their DNA, generations of terror woven into their bloodlines.

Ilya wasn’t a human and that frustrated Pearl. Because suddenly, he couldn’t use his intimidation tactics anymore. Ilya and him were on the same level and Pearl couldn’t sleep for nights as he insisted on sleepovers at yours, making a weepy story about his father drinking again.

It didn’t annoy Ilya to smell Pearl’s scent all over you. That cool confidence he had when he’d land his shoulder on your locker and smile down at you made Pearl leave claw marks on his textbooks, his claws puncturing through the thick cover when Ilya made eye contact with him from across the hall.

In truth, Pearl wasn’t the only one feeling troubled with Ilya’s presence. You did as well. Feeling some odd guilt when Ilya convinces you to stay in his garage for longer, or being under his arm and getting flustered when you were sure you’d been forming a crush on Pearl. 

Ilya on the other hand? 

He was loving every second. Your conflicted expressions. The ‘will he or will he not’s?’ moments between you made him feel giddy. You seemed so guilt-ridden as if he was a guilty pleasure.

And Pearl’s frustration and anger? It was like an aphrodisiac. Finding a pack after moving away from his previous one with just his mother and little sister was tough — Pearl’s family weren’t exactly tolerant to those with, as they had put it, fucked up accents. It was malicious at first, screwing with Pearl’s favourite little human, but then…

Pinning him down, chunks of dirt flew up into the air as they wrestled and bit at each other. Bits of fur and spit flying around, blood painting the ground, their breaths puffing up into the cold air that night. Pearl’s dark coat shone with crimson, his claws slashing down at Ilya’s cheek and splitting his skin apart — god, it was so hot seeing him so angry.

Pearl escaped beneath him, panting as he watched him shed his skin to his human one. Naked, bruised, battered, bleeding — licking the blood away from his lips as he openly eyed Pearl. 

The scar that ran down his right eye bleeding heavily just like the scar across Pearl’s nose.

Ilya had never considered himself as monogamous. His version of love was as wild as he was. He despised those who cheated though, and if his partner had been monogamous, he’d respected it and be content; though, as he helped Pearl and you in the shower, with Harley and Keaton setting up for dinner, he was right where he needed to be.

Ilya helps Pearl with washing his waist-length hair, admiring him and you as the water cascades down your bodies. When he presses close, Pearl lets out a snort at the feeling of Ilya’s hard-on to his ass.

“Am I the one in a rut or are you?” Ilya presses his tongue to Pearl’s neck, growling playfully as he presses closer. You laugh when shampoo lands on his tongue and the tall blonde wretches, hacking and tilting his tongue towards the shower to wash it off. 

Harley doesn’t ask what happens when he steps inside, simply ignoring Ilya choking on the water as he places some towels on the counter. You coo out your thanks between the giggles and he reaches in to place a kiss on your lips and Pearls as well. 

Harley and Keaton had come together in a package. Stumbling into your territory by complete accident during a full moon, meeting the wrath of a protective Pearl and Ilya because they’d been watching you soak in the moonlight naked as the day you were born. 

The scar on Harley’s lips and Keaton’s jaw — it healed just fine at first. Until they got closer to your pack and heard Ilya’s romantic retelling of their scars seemed to convince Keaton that he needed to reopen it. To mark himself with something to remind themselves of the first time they met all of you, Harley didn’t seem convinced at first until he had you sat on his lap with a wolf shifter’s claw in one hand, fashioned into a dagger. 

‘Who did that come from?” he asked. You smile at him, leaning in until he can feel your eyelashes brush along his temple. “Ilya broke it during your fight. I was so scared watching the both of you fight, the growling, the ripping.”

Harley gulped thickly, his heart racing as he remembered that first encounter. You place your hand over his chest, his senses were so heightened at that moment he swore he heard the friction of your palm against his curly chest hair. 

“I had the best sex of my life that night,” Harley squirms when you giggle into his ear. “Keaton said you fucked him through the mattress that night too.”

Being a human honestly didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. You had these men on your damn leash and that wasn’t some secret. It was truly all your doing — Pearl’s stalking, Ilya’s desire to have you stay at home with them, Harley’s constant doting, Keaton’s need to impress you.

In truth, despite your playful teases and chidings, you adored the love they showed you—even the more intense sides. 

Why would you change their nature? When you go into a den of wolves, did you expect them to not use their fangs and claws?

This was how love had always been. Pearl’s breath on your bare neck while you sleep. Ilya’s claws poke at the flesh of your waist when he notices eyes on you. Harley’s growl against your shoulder when he smells someone else on you. Keaton’s fangs threaten to pierce your thigh when he has your legs over his shoulder in an alleyway after someone was being ‘too nice’  to you.

Harley had prepared some spicy vodka pasta with some chicken, something that made Pearl sway excitedly in his seat as he took bite after bite. Idle chatter was shared, Keaton complaining about your forgetfulness and slyness while Ilya mentioned getting to repair some old man’s precious bike after warming up to him at the bar. 

“I was out all night to make sure no one crashes our party later,” Keaton admits with a proud smirk. You can imagine him and his grey coat, getting on his strong hind legs to smell the shifts in the air then going on all fours again — a streak of silver between the tall trees in the night. 

“That’s a cute way of saying you pissed marked our land,” Your teasing makes Harley and Pearl roll their eyes. Ilya laughs, covering his mouth while Keaton flares his nostrils at you in a huff. “You’re totally askin’ for it, aren’t ya’?”

“I’m just saying!” You chuckle as you raise your hands, “It’s cute!”

“It’s not supposed to be! I’m keeping intruders away, bears and all that!”

“Keaton, honey, can we not talk about your piss during dinner?” Pearly politely interjects. 

“Wha — why not!?”

Ilya purrs, swallowing his food to add more to the conversation until Harley disrupts his plans by shoving more pasta in his mouth. 

A night walk after dinner was the perfect way to begin your party. Your mates had gone ahead first, nuzzling your cheek sweetly as they shed their human skin. The sounds of their bones breaking and muscles tearing apart, the heat radiating from their rapid growth and change, made the night air much more bearable. The gore that was leftover stained your bare feet, but Ilya sweetly licked it away, pressing his nose to your stomach and pleading silently for your touch through his fur.

Your skin was like cool river water, soothing his too-hot skin as it slowly adjusted to the environment. Keaton bumps into him, impatient as his tail thumps into the ground and he presses his snout to your shoulder, towering over you as he uses his two hind paws legs to stand on. Harley’s large hands press to your waist, his claws carefully hovering as he nudges your palm to his snout. 

They were terrifying beasts of legend. Even on all fours, they were nearly as tall as horses, and when they stood up on their legs they easily dwarfed even the tallest man. Their claws could easily disembowel you and their fangs could puncture through your skull with no effort. Hell, if Keaton was careless enough, he could fracture your ribs just by thwacking his tail to your chest.

The stench of iron and heated flesh should scare you if the sight of their transformation didn’t, but you’d grown so desensitized to it. You admired the sight, the smell, the feeling of their strong muscles underneath your hand as they overwhelmed you with affection. 

Pearl approaches you from behind, his breath making your hair sway as his large tongue licks at your neck. You cradle his bottom jaw, feeling the blunt teeth he has with no fear despite knowing how easily he could just snap your fingers off. He whines, feeling you inspect his maw so casually — letting him taste you when he was already so pent up. 

Neither did that thin white shirt you have on. Whenever you moved, the ends of it swayed enticingly across the tops of your bare thighs and there was nothing more that he wanted to do than bury himself between them. 

You push his mouth away, detaching yourself from the four of them. Walking backwards, feeling their blood on the dirt, watching them watching you; how their eyes glowed in the dark when a cloud momentarily hid the moon away from such a frightening scene. They don’t move but every muscle seemed ready for a chase. 

You tease them by baring your teeth in that devilish grin, each step away from them coy and playful. You’re getting too far — Pearl takes a step forward and you freeze just as they all do. Harley’s low growl sends shivers down your spine, he licks at his teeth, taking a step as well which Ilya follows. 

It’s Keaton’s impatience that starts the chase. 

He takes one, then two, three and by the fourth you’ve turned around and began running. 

These woods, your woods, were familiar to you. You knew every nook and cranny, running in the dark didn’t scare you anymore. Even with four werewolves hunting you down. You could hear them, barking and howling as they rushed towards you. 

You use your size to your advantage. Ducking and weaving through the branches and trees. Ilya’s bulky size falters with every sharp turn and Harley’s not faring any better. The branches cut into your skin, further enticing them as you laugh breathlessly.

The light breaching from the treetops was swaying, something only Pearl often did when he’d jump from tree to tree to try and pin you down. He wasn’t usually so impatient but it was fine. He’d been waiting all day for this, his rut now fully overtaking him as he zeroed in on you. 

You break through the trees into a familiar clearing. A snarl rips through the pounding in your ears and you see them. Four monstrous wolves surrounded you, their tongues lolled out as they panted and panted. Breathing in your scent greedily while you watched them get closer and closer and closer.

Pearl’s large paw covers the entirety of your chest. The claw of his pointer finger poking your bottom lip, applying just enough pressure to make you suck in a breath. Their skin was rough, they had to be considering how they moved around under the moonlight — hunting to provide for you and protecting you from other supernaturals. 

It’s hard to kiss when they’re shifted. But you can tell he wants to. Those green eyes are so overcome with choices and needs as he takes in the sight of you. The breeze that flutters by makes you shiver, so Pearl grabs you by the waist to pull you in. 

“I want to tear you apart,” his voice is barely human. Every word was a snarl, but underlying is unmistakably your Pearl. You feel through his fur, suppressing your grin as you spot his tail beginning to sway from side to side. 

“Are you asking or telling me?” 

You’re on your back. The soft grass and undergrowth cushion you further as Pearl hovers above you, his size completely dwarfing the night sky. Hiding you away from the heavens, keeping you safe from whatever deity that watched on. No, they wouldn’t be able to see you — they didn’t deserve to see you like this. They weren’t Ilya, or Harley, or Keaton. The angels hadn’t proved their devotion to you, not like they had.

Harley approaches with his russet brown fur and gold eyes beckoning for your attention. Pearl pays him no mind as he focuses on your thin white shirt. He tears through it, further exposing your body to him. You gasp, feeling the raised welts he’d left stinging so he leans down to lick at it, keeping it warm from the cold night air. His tongue made you inhale sharply, warmth spreading throughout your entire body as he dragged it down your sternum to your navel and finally to his warm cunt. 

Harley watches Pearl, bringing your head to his stomach to lie on. You know he’s just being cautious — Pearl was in a rut; he could get impatient. You weren’t a werewolf with supernatural healing, if he was too rushed, he could hurt you. You send Harley a sheepish grin but your face quickly melts into pleasure as Pearl’s warm tongue slips inside of you. The visual would terrify anyone. This beast with his deadly mouth over your sex, his sharp claws digging into the plush of your thighs while his fangs hover too close. But this was pure heaven to you — this image might as well be painted onto chapel walls. 

You moan out his name, digging your shoulders involuntarily into Harley as he laps and fucks your hole. Your taste overtakes his muddled senses, just as your scent does. The moonlight on your bare skin with Harley keeping you comfortable and warm — his hard-on peaking through his sheath. Pearl can hear Keaton’s pants as he circles, the grey wolf keeping his head low as he waits for his turn.

While Ilya was simply watching on. He always did love to watch — kinky fuck. 

Pearl imagines Ilya laughing at his insult and how sweet your laughter would be when you join in, then Harley and Keaton. A symphony that Pearl still can’t believe he’s allowed to hear or participate in. 

You arch your back when he brushes his fangs on your cock, something he reprimands by digging his claws into your flesh. Your blood is an aphrodisiac that Keaton can’t resist. He draws close to your side, whining as he tries to lick it away. The sound Pearl’s jaw makes when he snaps at him makes you flinch, so Harley licks at your neck. His chest rumbles soothingly to keep you calm. 

“Keaton, wait,” Harley reminds. He whines again, laying his head on your chest. Pinning you down. It’s hard to do much in this form without risking an injury to you and Keaton’s not known for his patience so you call out to him, voice breaking as Pearl continues to pay close attention to your twitching and raising cock.

“I can suck you off, baby.” 

Keaton’s cock had fully come out of his sheath the second Pearl had laid you on the ground. It twitched against his stomach. The thick member gleaming with pre as he positions himself to your side. It’s a bit awkward considering this anatomy wasn’t meant to be kneeled like this, but he doesn’t complain — not when you press your pillowy lips to his leaking tip and look up at him so sweetly.

“You brat,” Harley chides though he doesn’t mean it. Keaton was the youngest, a fact he often used to his advantage to get his way. Keaton just focuses on you, his smug energy being felt even with no grin or smirk. 

Watching you take monster cock was a sight only for them. They imprint it into their memories. Your lips struggling to wrap around it, cheeks desperately sucked in as you breathe through your nose. That determined look in your eyes as you bob your head — you took in their human cocks like a champ, you weren’t going to let a little transformation stop you from doing the same when they’ve turned. 

Keaton ruts his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You pull away with a lewd pwah sound, panting raggedly as Pearl brings you to your first orgasm of the night. You don’t even get to warn him before you moan out for him once again, ripping out a handful of grass from the dirt as you cum. 

Pearl pulls away, licking his mouth. But he wasn’t satisfied. His cock hung heavy between his legs, bright red and angry as he climbs back on top of you. He lets Keaton lick at the remnants of you on his snout while he nudges his tip against you. He ruts and ruts, grunting and growling as he feels you. 

You whine softly, keeping Keaton’s cock happy with your hand while you hungrily stare at his dick rubbing against your cunt. 

“Yuh - you said you were going to tear me apart,” you whimper out. “Ruin me already.”

“Fuck.”

His cock applies pressure, but your cunt won’t give in. It frustrates the both of you. You reach a hand down to spread yourself for him, whispering pleas for him to try again so he does. The tip of his dick presses in and the pressure makes you chew on your bottom lip. Harley’s chest rumbles again while Keaton teases at your chest with his large hands. Rubbing a bit of dirt onto you — tainting you further.

“Doing so good for us, yeah? Taking in Pearl’s thick fucking cock like a champ. Yeah, c’mon, we know you can do it,” Harley reminds you to breathe and finally Pearl’s tip pops inside, something that makes you squirm. He stills, despite his instincts yelling at him to keep pushing in — Pearl stills. He doesn’t want to hurt you, he can’t.

But when he looks down at you and sees your wet eyes and wetter cunt, he feels his self-restraint escaping him. Your body was at a cross between pushing him out or keeping him in, pulsing around the sensitive cockhead but you had made up your mind.

“Muh -More, more, fuck — more, please.”

So good for them. You were made for monster cocks. Made just for them to fuck, to use, to ruin, to tear apart.

Pearl snarls, gripping at your waist with both hands and pushes in. You groan deep in your throat, eyes rolling back as his dick splits you apart. His girth was making your head spin, the more he pushed in the emptier your brain got.

“Halfway in,” Keaton grumbles out, “C’mon baby, you got it.”

Pearl angles your hips, adjusting you as if you were some toy, then gives you a few shallow thrusts. It makes you squeal, dirt digging under your nails as sweat slides down your neck. 

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Ilya’s voice makes you whimper. The white wolf nips at Pearl’s arms, immediately making him loosen his bruising grip. “You’re pushing Pearl out. You want his cock, right?”

You nod, weak little ‘mhm’s’ coming from your chewed-up lips. 

“You don’t wanna be empty anymore, right?”

“No, never again. Want all of you inside, all of you.”

Harley chuckles at that while Keaton sympathizes with you, nudging his snout to your cheek sweetly. 

“Focus on taking his dick first, greedy little thing,” Ilya coos. 

Pearl slides more of himself in. Letting your body adjust and when he finally bottoms out, you’re convinced nothing could compare to this. This fullness, being this complete. Pearl strokes over the bulge in your stomach with his thumb, gently pressing down and laughing breathlessly when you mewl. 

“Fuh - fuck, you’re — I can only feel your cock.”

Pearl’s changing the shape of your insides. His cock pulsing desperately and then, warmth floods you. You shudder, squirming again in alarm while he’s trembling above you. You can feel his cum leak out of you while he can feel just how much warmer it makes you. 

You’re not disappointed at him cumming so fast, considering how his dick was still as stiff as a metal pole — 

He drags his cock out, and the obscene noise your boypussy makes earns a happy thump of Keaton’s tail against the ground. The emptiness you feel is short-lived, but you still manage to sob out that you need him inside again, to which he happily obliges. 

Pearl thrusts himself back in, his knot swollen as it continues to press against you. He adjusts his stance, pushing you further up Harley’s body as he fucks you. You’re at his mercy, body going limp as he continues. 

No, not just at his mercy. You can feel Harley’s cock against your shoulder, and Keaton’s on your chest. 

You can’t let them go unhappy. 

It was Valentine’s Day.

You’re on your hands and knees now. It was easier like this to use all parts of you. Your knees were spread, the crushed grass beneath you leaving indents of the blades of grass into your knees and palms. You can barely breathe with Harley’s cock inside of your mouth but with Keaton’s rough thrusts, you find yourself gagging and choking more than you’re sucking. 

“Keaton, slow down.” Harley chuckles. “He can barely keep himself on my dick.”

Keaton whines, shaking his head and pinning his ears back as he presses his hips to your ass. It made you cough, nearly falling onto your face if it weren’t for Harley catching you. 

“He feels so good,” Keaton’s accent got rougher the drunker he got. More growly as he struggles to actually speak. “Fuck, he’s so soft. So tight, shit Harls, there’s so much cum inside of him. It’s so fuckin’ gross.”

You should make an indignant retort, though you know Keaton’s just degrading you, but you’re too focused on cumming again. Keaton groans when your insides squeeze him, practically fluttering around him as you pulse and jerk until you finally manage to catch your breath. 

“Fuuuuck” Keaton hitches you back, grinding you onto his cock until he finally lets out a load inside of you. You moan, legs shaking as you feel globs of cum sliding down your thighs. 

“Yeah, take all of it, baby.” 

Harley straightens your position, letting you lean against Harley as he nudges his cock to your hole. 

“Think he’s loose enough?” Keaton shrugs a bit, giving you another roll of his hips which you can barely manage to tighten up at anymore. “Fuck yeah, he is.”

Ilya chuckles at Harley’s wagging tail. Sucking in a breath when Pearl bites into his shoulder, his cockhead once again pressing into that spot that makes Ilya’s entire body shudder. 

“Ilya,” Pearl snarls out, going as hard as he can without worrying about breaking any hip bones. Ilya takes him in with ease, grunting with each thrust while his dick leaks onto the forest floor. 

“Feelin’good, pretty?” 

The nickname sounded odd in the moment. Werewolves weren’t pretty. But Pearl was. He’d always been, even like this — No. Especially like this. Fucking him senselessly, his rut in full effect. 

“You’re so tight, Ilya.” 

The white wolf simply moans in agreement, baring his neck as he watches you.

You’re being held up by Keaton, your skin shining with sweat and dirt and bits of blood while Harley nudges his cock to your half-filled entrance. You feel his stare — he’s so proud that you can still be aware enough to notice — and give him a loose grin.

What a whore. 

Smiling so sweetly at him even when two cocks were pressed against you. 

Pearl growls as he catches on Ilya’s stare, his dick twitching inside of him as you completely break apart at the two of them.

They didn’t even have to thrust — they couldn’t even if they wanted to – to have you squirt around their halfway in cocks. Your hips bucking and thighs twitching as you pant, gripping onto Harley’s neck desperately as your toes curl in the air. 

“Shit, I can’t — Mngh! Ngh-ah! I can’t stop cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Ilya shed into his human skin, stalking close to you as you’re laid on Pearl’s front. Chest to chest as he shushes you, using his strength to easily manipulate your hips up and down his cock. 

“You’re so ready for my knot, baby,” Pearl encourages. 

Ilya kneels between Pearl’s legs, grabbing at the mounds of your ass before he spits at your soaked asshole. You moan, turning to look over your shoulder, watching Ilya as he licks at it. You flutter your eyes closed, simply wrapping your arms around Pearl’s neck.

“Knot me, knot me, knot me.”

Pearl grunts when Ilya tongues at his knot, teasing it just because he could. Keaton's loud yelp earns a pleased groan from you, watching as Harley fucks into him in their human form. 

Ilya’s cock presses into you and you perk your ass backwards, feeling him stretch your ass out. It’s always been Ilya’s favourite — it was rare for him to fuck your boycunt, he preferred this hole, he says. 

He was the only one allowed to fuck it. Your walls welcomed him in, practically greeting him in a hug, and he smiles when he feels Pearl’s cock.

“Our cocks are frotagging inside of you, sweetheart.” Ilya tells you, biting down on your earlobe with his still too-wolflike teeth. “You’re so filthy. So fucked up. You’re spilling out cum with every thrust. Can you even feel me inside of you?”

You can’t manage a reply. Making noises of agreement as your cock rubs against Pearl’s coarse fur. 

“Cuh - cummin…cummin — Ah-ah” you can’t even scream anymore. Not like Keaton who tossed his head back, cock bouncing on his wet stomach, as Harley fucks him into the dirt.

Pearl’s knot slips inside, by accident, and you squeak in alarm. Ilya shushes you, helping Pearl guide you further down his knot. It’s big, fuck it’s big. Your cunt still offers some form of resistance, but it’s futile. 

“There we go, that’s our boy.”

Ilya gives you rough thrusts, something that even makes Pearl moan as he can feel the movement from inside of you before he claims your insides. His cum is the only one leaking out of your ass. When it leaks down to where you’re connected with Pearl, he tries to lick it clean which earns him a smack to the face by Pearl’s tail. 

“Oh- oh fuck! Harls!”

Ilya and Pearl watch the scene before them, the sound of skin slapping skin making Ilya groan. 

“C’mon Harls,” Ilya purrs. “That’s it, fuck his ass. Such a good boy, eh? He deserves a load in him.”

Keaton mewls, arching his back as Harley finally cums inside of him. The sensation was enough to send him over the edge as well. 

For a while, the only people talking were Ilya and Harley as they praised and licked each other clean while you laid on Pearl who refused to shift back — he refused to while you were knotted so preciously around him. 

What was left of your shirt was used to wipe away sweat and cum. Your mates were so gentle as they cleaned you up, kissing up your spine and rubbing at the bruises on your waist. 

“Fuck,” you groan out as your thoughts finally return to you. That warm haziness in your brain still lingers though not as strong. 

“I’m never forgetting Valentine’s Day ever again.”

[ramblings-of-lola]

I was thinking about the Crows and their tattoos, which is a smaller detail I often forget about them. These are teenagers that have been forced or choose to permanently have marks are their body that reflect something about themselves.

Nina has a tattoo from The White Rose, the brothel she was employed by. Every time she glances at it, does it remind of her of Matthias, who she took the job for?

Inej had a tattoo from The Menagerie that she had crudely removed. Does the scar of it remind her of being captive or her freedom?

Kaz has the "R" tattoo and one for the Dregs. When he sees it in the mirror, does he remember Jordie and the boy he used to be? Does the Dregs tattoo remind him of the criminal he's become to get his revenge?

Does Jesper's Dregs tattoo remind him of the debt he got himself into? Does it remind him of his father and their farm?

Does Matthias have trouble understanding why the other Crows have tattoos because he never had to permanently mark himself to prove his loyalty to the Druskelle?

Does Wylan wish he had the Dregs tattoo that would resemble some sense of belonging that he never really felt at home?

[asexxxualerotica]

OC Muse: Seaside Soundwaves

This is Kaile’a Aolani, an octopus Faunus who grew up and was raised in the town of Kuo Kuana in Menagerie. Despite having access to her aura and an awakened Semblance (a two-part version of Flynt Coal’s clone skill), Kaile’a is not a Huntress, but rather a musician, known primarily by her R&B and Rap persona, SoundWavez. She might also have a side hustle on a certain explicit fan site, but that’s mostly rumor and speculation. For the most part, she does her music, loves doing it, and loves traveling around Remnant sharing it to people who need something to sing to.

[vkelleyart]

Advance Reader Copies (ARCs) just dropped on NetGalley for WHEN THE TIDES HELD THE MOON!

The Erewhon Team and I put ourselves through the gauntlet to make sure these ARCs included finished illustrations (which is why I’ve been so sparse on Tumblr of late, though I promise I will catch up here soon!), and I cannot wait for readers to meet Benny, Río, and Morgan’s Menagerie! I am rooting for everyone who applies for an ARC to get one, and hope those who snag one will love this book as much as I loved writing it. 💙🧜🏼‍♂️🇵🇷🌊🎟️🗽🎡

NetGalley members can request an ARC as an early reviewer at the link below:

[howlingday]

So funny idea I told Fatallyobsessed.

What if Opzin hired Kali to be a communication and home etc professor at Beacon?

Like to teach them how to take care of themselves and how to deal with civilians in the field. I'm sure they learned medical practice at Prep school.

I just saw that. And yeah, I think it would be a pretty neat skill to learn. Actually, I recently learned some things about baking and cooking that I think might make these classes all the more useful to up and coming huntresses and huntsmen. Now, where did I put that Culinary Doctorate degree...?

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Prof. Kali

With a recent decline in White Fang activity globally, Ozpin had decided to reach out to any friends left in Menagerie for assistance with his school. As it turned out, one of the best chefs on the island micro-nation was none other than the chieftain's wife, Kali Belladonna. Ghira was worried about her leaving, just as any husband would, but she eased his fears that she would stay safe enough to keep in touch.

The interview was a breeze to get through as she was a certified chef, baker, and cook. She knew the right ingredient to use as an alternative when a student had an allergy, what sorts of proteins and minerals were required to keep a huntsman functioning, and had proven to be impeccable at time management, cooking for the staff at Beacon to prove her skill. Ozpin offered the job and added a bonus if she helped in the cafeteria, too.

Starting her first day in the middle of the school year put her a little on edge, but she steeled herself as she stepped into her classroom, ready to help these students become self-sufficient monster hunters. Honestly, the only thing she didn't prepare for was-

"Blake?!" Her daughter was powerless to stop Kali from wrapping herself around her. "Oh, my baby girl, you're okay~!"

"M-Mom..." Blake gently pushed her off. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" Kali parroted. "What are you doing here?"

"I... I'm attending Beacon." Blake answered. "I... left and-"

"It's okay, sweetheart." Kali held her hand up. "We can talk after. For now, take your seat while everyone else is coming in."

"What?" Blake blinked, watching as her mother quickly walked away and shouted to students as they were coming in.

"Come in, come in! Everyone, take a seat~!" Kali made it to the board and began drawing her name on the board. "I am Professor Kali Belladonna, and I will be your Home Economics instructor at Beacon Academy."

"Wait, like Blake Belladonna?" A blonde girl asked, sitting next to her daughter.

"Yes, Blake is my daughter, but that doesn't mean she, or any of her teammates can slack off on their assignments." She rounded the desk and looked around at her class. "Home Economics is a class for preparing young students like yourselves for the real world."

"The one filled with Grimm?" A girl with orange hair asked.

"Yes, and who's going to fill your bellies while you fight those Grimm? Because let me give you a spoiler warning; it's not going to be your mother, your father, or your teachers."

"What about our butlers?" A girl with black hair with red tips asked, raising her hand that was swiftly brought down by a girl with white hair.

Kali giggled. "Do you really think you're rich enough to have butlers? Maybe if you're the head of the Schnee Dust Company, but last I checked, Jacques Schnee had no interest in being a huntsman." The girl with white hair blushed at the comment, angrily glaring at the girl next to her. "How many of you know how to cook already?"

A few hands went up. A boy with long, dark hair, another boy with blond hair and blue eyes, and a girl with long, blonde hair and a cheeky grin. Kali nodded, since this was at least two more than she expected. She quirked a brow, though.

"Blake, I thought I raised you better." The class laughed at the tease, earning a blush from her daughter. "But life does happen. It can get in the way of us sitting down to a good meal, which robs us of our energy, which makes it harder for us to fight, which makes us hungrier, which takes away more energy, and so on and so on until..." She held out her hands. "You know what happens if a huntress can't fight."

Kali snapped her finger. "Pop quiz!" The class groaned. "Who knows what tryptophan is?" A girl with red hair raised her hand. "Yes, Pyrrha Nikos!" The girl blinked, suddenly off-put by the address of her full name. "I saw your fights when I was cooking dinner one day. Sorry. Do you know what tryptophan is?"

"It's the chemical in turkey that makes you tired, isn't it?" Pyrrha answered.

"Isn't it? Yes, it is!" Kali giggled. "But that's only if you eat about eight pounds of it. Like, say, at a big banquet to celebrate human and faunus unity?"

"I can eat that." The orange-haired girl commented.

"So can my husband!" Kali laughed, getting a laugh from some of her students. "Now, what fruits should you avoid after taking heart medicine?" The students shared a confused look. "It's tricky, isn't it? Anyone want to guess?"

"Apples?" The blond boy offered.

"Bzzt! Nope!" Kali giggled. "Anyone else? No?" She shrugged. "The answer is grapefruits, though you should also avoid limes, pomelos, and certain oranges. These fruits contain a chemical called furanocoumarins, which causes your heart to slow down and stop as a reaction to the medication." The young girl with silver eyes gaped in amazement as her mind was blown. "Knowing the specifics of what you put in your body can mean the difference between life and death."

"Um, Mrs. Belladonna?"

"Yes, Blake?"

"What... exactly is the lesson plan?"

"I was getting to that. Thank you, Blake." She wasn't. The truth was that she was so excited to share fun facts that she was about to spend an entire class pop-quizzing kids on food trivia. Thankfully, her daughter was here to stop her, just like her father would when she'd talk her guests ear off about food back in Menagerie. "Starting tomorrow, you will all be assigned to complete a recipe. You will go to the market in your free time and look for the best prices for your recipe. By the end of this week, I should have the recipes. By the end of next week, you should have the real thing sitting in front of you, ready for taste-testing. Failure to provide will result in F for the assignment."

Reaching into the desk, Kali hefted a stack of books. "These will be your textbooks. We will go ever each chapter, learn what we need you to learn, and then apply what was taught into your skills." She walked around, placing books in front of students as she passed. "Failure to bring your book won't be a failure, but it will be noted. Are there any questions?" The classroom was silent. "Good. Now, open your books to page..."

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"Mom?"

"Hi, Blake." Kali greeted from outside the dorm. "Can we talk?"

"Um, sure." Blake stepped out, standing by her mother. "Is everything alright?"

"I don't know. You tell me." Blake felt a chill up her spine. "The first time I see you years and it's at a huntsman academy? What is going on? What happened to you being in..." She looked around. "You know?"

"I... I left." Blake answered.

"And... you're not going back?"

"No! And I'm here because..." Blake looked uneasy. "Because it was the safest place and I thought that I could make up for what I did in the- There, here."

"Oh, Blake..." Kali hugged her only daughter. "I am so sorry you had to go through all of that. And I'm so... proud of you."

"Proud of me? But I... I was-"

"You were." Kali nodded. "And it took some time, but you finally got enough sense to see things the same way your father did, and now you're doing the same thing he's doing."

"...Running away?" Blake winced.

"Making up for it." Kali held Blake's hands. "You saw what horrible things Sienna and Adam were doing, so now you're trying to make up for what you've done by becoming a huntress."

"But... isn't that selfish?"

"Kitten, I am holding hands and hugging a student, both of which are against Beacon staff policy. Do you think I'm selfish for wanting to hold my daughter?"

"...Would I be wrong for saying no?"

"No, but I would still be wrong because what I'm doing is selfish. But enough about right and wrong, selfish or brave- show me, your mother, where you're living!"

"But Mom-"

"Professor Belladonna."

"Professor Belladonna, what about the... Beacon staff policy?"

"I'm sure they'll make an exception for the hugging. And as for me coming in, I'll just say it was a late-night inspection. I have heard a few things about what your team has been getting up to."

Blake shrunk a little. "Well, okay..." She then opened the door, bringing her mother into her new life.

[redheartedtramp]

Blake: Take care of yourself, Ilia. I know Menagerie is going to need you.

Ilia: I'll do my best, Bla-

Ruby: HOLD IT!

Ruby forces herself between the two Faunus Girls

Ruby: THIS is the Ilia you talk about?! This is the absolute babe you said was 'crushing so hard for you'?!

Ilia: *turns red*

Blake: R-Ruby, inside voice...

Ruby: You chose ADAM, fucking Adam, over THIS absolute cutie?!

Blake: R-Ruby, please...

Ruby: *gets on one knee and takes Ilia's hand* On behalf of Team RWBY, I am retroactively sorry for the poor choices of my teammate.

Blake: You're fucking shaming me...

Ilia: ...Are...you flirting with me?

Ruby: Only if it's working~

Ilia: ...It is a little bit...

[sundrykitsch]

but what if they were iced cream!!!

[baldurs-gape]

Traditions

Every tradition had to start with its first iteration as some point. The hope was that the reunion party was going to be something similar to what Withers had hosted six months after the Netherbrain's defeat but with more people attending. As well as the regular suspects, friends and family were also welcome, which was how Ulder Ravengard was stood next to Minthara and finding himself both enchanted and caught in a web of ambition. Their little chat was interrupted by none other than Astarion and Gale.

"All I'm saying is that my mother has a lot of opinions and will share them with those who care to listen and those who don't."

Astarion's scoff was audible from quite a distance away.

"At least we know where you got that particular trait from. Tell me, was she also the one to teach you that tongue trick?"

Lae'zel clapped her hands over Xan's ears and glared at the two bickering.

"Rolling one's 'r' is an essential part of wizardry, even first years at Blackstaff could tell you that enunciation is vital in spellwork. But see? This is exactly what I'm trying to say. You won't get my mother's blessing, she's very much a woman of her generation."

"You forget how old I am, dear. Trust me, I know how these things go, you'll be betrothed to me by the end of the night."

Perhaps it wasn't the most romantic of proposals but then again anyone who knew Astarion would have thought Orin was back if he suddenly got all sappy. Even Gale's determination to have his mother's blessing was expected too. The most surprising part of the whole thing was that Gale and Astarion were actually still together. Maybe it shouldn't have been such a curiosity, Gale was loyal to a fault and Astarion was not in the habit of letting go of good things he could sink his claws into.

Any further bickering was cut short by the arrival of none other than Morena Dekarios. She greeted her son with a sturdy hug before giving Astarion the same treatment.

"It's good to finally meet the one my son has been so besotted with."

"The honour is all mine," Astarion drawled and took Morena's hand in his, kissing the back of it. "Though I believe we have another matter to discuss. In exchange for Gale's hand in marriage I can give you four hens, two geese, an ox and a piglet."

"Astarion!" Gale half hissed half yelped. All eyes and ears were on them.

"Hush dear, it's okay, you're worth it. And I won't even ask for proof of your virginity. That's a little too old fashioned for me. What do you say, Morena? May I take Gale as mine?"

A titter of laughter was the first reply before Morena hid her grin behind a hand.

"Oh dear. You're rather serious, aren't you?"

"I can make it two piglets if you insist." Astarion gave a wry smile and eyed Gale before turning back to Morena. "You drive a hard bargain but you're right, if I could, I'd offer the world to you for his hand."

Morena patted Astarion's arm, eyes soft.

"That's all I need to hear, dear. And why don't you keep your menagerie for the start of your married life? The youth need all the help they can get in this day and age. Just ask Gale if he'll say yes, you have my blessing."

Eyebrow raised, Astarion turned to Gale.

"Well?"

"Of course I'll marry you. Even if you have some strange ideas sometimes."

"Excellent." The cocksureness melted from Astarion and he looked sheepish. "I don't suppose you know what to do with some hens, geese, an ox and a couple of piglets, do you?"

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Snowleapord blake and the schnee siblings watch kali and ghira hit on willow till willow goes to there hotel room.

Willow: *Enjoying a nice meal with the Belladonnas*

Ghira: *Flirting with kindness*

Kali: *Flirting with promiscuity*

Blake: *Hiding in Bushes* Oh they Fuckin'

Winter: *Also hiding in Bushes* Please don't speak about our mother so crassly!

Weiss: *Also hiding in Bushes* Indeed, we just keeping an Eye on her. Even if your Parents are forgiving many other may not be.

Whitley: *Sitting at a nearby table, not hiding in the slightest* I think Mother deserves it.

Weiss: HUH?

Winter: What! Whitley!

Whitley: She was with father for your entire life Winter, much like myself. The heavens know I'd take a new dad the moment he presented himself a worthy candidate. The few folk I could imagine being worthy are your teammate's families Weiss.

Winter: That's incredibly-

Weiss: No no, he has a point.

Blake: My parent's will treat her right.

Winter: *Sigh* Fine.

Whitley: Ope. They're moving. Check please!

Blake: Alright! Let's follow them!

~The Quartet move through shadows (Except Whitley, who just walks normally) trailing their parents - to a hotel~

Winter: Alright, And now they break apart and mother- Mother's going in with them.

Blake: Like I said, they're fucking.

Weiss: I mean not necessarily. she could just be visiting-

Whitley: *On his scroll* It's a love hotel.

Winter: How do you-

Whitley: *Showing his scroll to her* It's a love hotel.

Winter: ...

Winter: *Clicks tongue* Well, I hope she's alright.

Blake: Oh she'll be alright~

Weiss: Okay, YOU REALIZE YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT YOUR PARENTS TOO?

Blake: Menagerie's a lot less uptight about sexual relations - we have the lowest "Messy" divorce and STD Transfer rates in all of Remnant. I don't think about what parents do, but I am cognizant of it.

Whitley: She's right.

Weiss: How do you know that-

Whitley: Looked it up. I decided to look over all public knowledge of the Belladonna family, and Menagerian cultures and beliefs. Mother just wanted me nearby in case something went wrong so I could support her. She'll be fine.

Winter: Why you? Me and Weiss are strong-

Whitley: Yes, you r both strong, while *I* have nothing but my charisma. You'd both make a scene, while I can calm them down - better than either of you, at least.

Winter: Well-

Weiss: No, no, he has a point.

Winter: *Disgruntled Huff*

~~~~~

Willow: They're still out there ...

Kali: Well, if they want to walk in on something~

Ghira: We'd be more than happy to teach them not to pry into 'Private' Matters~

Willow: O-oh! You've been serious?

Kali: Well, Yes. If that makes you uncomfortable, We understand but ...

Ghira: You are very stunning Willow. We don't need to do anything immediately if you don't want to, we don't need to do anything at all. Just know the offer is there.

Willow: *Blushing* W-Well it has been a while since I slept in a warm bed ...

Kali: *Grinning like that cat that caught the mouse, grabbing onto Willow's hips* Perfect~

Ghira: *Gently Pinning Willow to the wall* We'll be as gentle as you'd like

Willow: (OH SWEET MERCIFUL HEAVENS~)

[jujulebee]

even if i asked u rly nicely and gave u extra hearts?

a bet you would lose. you would lose this bet.

-- Juan

[honeysuckletoast]

Ymbryne head cannons from there academy years because why not? Kinda wanna write a fic on the academy because there's SO much unexplored potential there for a good story. But I'm Kinda salty Riggs hasn't written an academy book yet

Alma Peregrine

-was the youngest of the ymbrynes in training for a long time, and gets lovingly teased about it.

-Volunteered to help miss Avocet in the garden when she was in the academy so she could spend time with Her 

-She sees miss Avocet as her real mother 

-had terrible insomnia as a child and would end up downstairs with Grace nightjar (who is nocturnal as is a nightjar). She formed a good friendship with her through their late night chats.

-Shared a room with Isabelle until she graduated, even though she was offered a separate room once space was available.  She preferred having Isabelle in her room, and Isabelle preferred having Alma there when she started to sleepwalk.

-Sense jack and Myron would torture her, she would seek the comfort of Aoibhe Gannet  sense jack was scared of her due to past incidents

-is super shy when it comes to meeting older or more experienced Ymbrynes.(she's probably still like this)

-Once she was taken to a council meeting and all the Ymbrynes  were fawning over how cute she was and she was T e r r i f i e d. She hid behind Miss Avocet for most of the meeting. 

-Calls miss Avocet mom behind her back (Jk they all do that) 

Isabelle Cuckoo  

-only spoke French when she first came to the academy, Alma made it her mission to learn French to be able to help Isabelle fit in.

-Isabelle cannot cook at all, and she, along with Miss Bunting were all banned from using the kitchen without supervision. 

-Isabelle can't stand weeding the garden so she would trade Alma for laundry duties 

-She LOVES making clothing and she is a master at making gorgeous clothing. She made several different dresses for her sisters and even a suit for Jack and Myron. 

-Her and Myron probably enjoyed sewing and making clothing together. 

-Always getting into trouble in town with the other girls while Alma stares in horror and begs them not to do what they were going to do. 

-sleepwalks alot, and Alma typically is the one to get her back into bed.

Balenciaga wren 

-had wards with the older miss Finch, as their very first loop right out of the academy, but one day they were attacked, with all of the wards killed, due to Balenciaga leading them to the loop unknowingly. it left the older miss Finch with serious injuries and trauma which caused her to stay as a bird more often and put a huge strain on their friendship as Balenciaga blamed herself, and soon moved away to be alone and start her menagerie.

-will bring home any wild animal she found injured, and nurse it back to health, weather it was peculiar or not.

-her and the older miss Finch watched over miss Avocet during there training years and acted as her older sisters.

-can make candy appear out of no where, she always has a stash on her.

- comes and lectures at the academy frequently when she's not tending to other things.

-enjoys people watching as a bird when she gets free time in between meetings

Miss Esmerelda Avocet 

-Strict but also mothering to an extent. 

-Is around 40 years old in appearance when Alma entered the academy

-Allergic to Roses and lilies, but still grows Lilies and tends to them sense she knows they are Miss Bunting's favorite flowers. She just takes precautions not to touch her face when tending to them 

-Pretty stoic with her emotions, was raised with a "don't show emotions in front of your wards."  Mindset

-Picked July 15th  for her loop solely off the fact that she knew Miss Bunting would die if it got below 60 degrees. She doesn't like the heat at all though

-Was raised by a cruel and bitter Ymbryne who didn't care at all for her, and it caused her to struggle with her self worth which lead to her own stoic and cold demanor, but also lead her to start the academy.

-Hums a lot when she is alone, sometimes will sing to herself if the house is empty but never when she is with others. Miss Bunting once came home to get something during a field trip once, and was caught off guard when she heard her singing, and thought there was an intruder and nearly hit her with a metal bat.

-Miss Avocet has sung Alma to sleep in the garden before though. She's the only other person besides miss bunting that has heard her sing. 

-Miss Avocet sees Alma as her daughter, but tries not to be overly mothering to her over the other children.  She sees alot of herself in Alma.

-Has to reach the tall things Miss Bunting cant. Shes pretty tall at like 5'11-6'1. 

 Miss Diana bunting 

-Is the more outgoing and extroverted of the pair

- is only like 5'3

-Constantly getting herself into situations with the council and the townsfolk. Has caused many townfights that Miss Avocet had to get her out of. 

-Loves bold bright colors but especially neon green.(HC her as an painted bunting)  

-her nails are always painted some bright color 

-from America, and transferred to England when things were starting to go south in America and her own Ymbryne was killed. 

-Would forget to reset the loop most of the time if told to do so because she is so used to Esmerelda doing it. Has had many close calls. 

-Has bad asthma that prevents her from going out in the cold weather.  

-Has given Miss A horrible food poisoning a few times, to the point of near hospitalization once, but Esmerelda still tries her food because she doesn't want to discourage her from trying. (The girls aren't allowed to try her cooking though) 

-Has a huge fluffy white cat named winter that walks on the ceiling and walls. No one knows where he came from, but one day he was just there and only listens to Diana

-is the girl's go-to when they need something sense she is more approachable.

Should I post more Head cannons on girls in the academy? Or write a fic on it?

[dc-megatournament]

DC Ladies Only Tournament

Match ups for Round 1

Thanks to @circlejourney for their tournament bracket generator. It really helps make these a lot easier.

PLEASE DO NOT SUBMIT ANY CHARACTERS FOR THIS TOURNAMENT. EVERYTHING IS ALREADY PRE PLANNED.

There are 400 DC Ladies in this tournament. Lets see whos the best of the best.

Leslie Thompkins vs Gamemnae Tula vs Pandora Powerhouse/Naomi McDuffie vs Spoiler/Stephanie Brown Sky Alchesay vs Giganta Sungirl vs Black Canary/Dinah Laurel Lance Susan Shoemaker vs Freefall (tie) Scandal Savage vs Black Alice Cupid vs Elvith Superwoman/Lucy Lane vs Virtue/Holly Ann Fields Psi/Gayle Marsh vs Sue Dibny Lodestone vs Silver Slasher/Ki-Lan Queen Bee vs The Wanderer/Vitoria Phantom Lady/Dee Tyler vs Nicki Jones (tie) Madison Payne vs Silver Banshee Redwing/Carrie Levine vs Martha Kent Hera vs Dorothy Spinner Kathy George vs Godiva Barbara Gordon vs Dream Girl Dawn Allen vs Lana Lang (tie) Wonder Woman vs Vicki Grant Marilyn Moonlight vs Maxima Otho-Ra vs Coil Thorn/Rose Forrest vs Sayeh Livewire vs Nubia Zealot/Lady Zannah vs Phantom Lady/Stormy Knight Alex Danvers vs Vengeance Moth Bulletgirl/Susan Kent vs Plastique Jenny Sparks vs Nemesis/Soseh Mykros Emerald Empress vs Stargirl Blackstarr/Rachel Berkowitz vs Jayna Magenta vs Saturn Queen Inferno vs Maps Mizoguchi

Darla Dudley vs Tao Jones/Siong Spider-Girl/Sussa Paka vs Sojourner Mullein Roxy Rocket vs Blitzen/Valerie Kameya Star Sapphire/Carol Ferris vs Battleaxe Crow Jane vs Wink Onyx vs Psyche Shadow Lass vs Maggie Sawyer Arkham Knight vs Atlanna White Canary vs Rocket Shay Veritas vs Naomi McDuffie Julie Madison vs Iolande Shimmer vs Catwoman/Holly Robinson Willow Zimmerman vs Peek-a-Boo Lady Frankenstein vs Nightshade Crazy Jane vs Lyssa Drak Katana vs Sabina Punchline vs Bolt/Alinta Laodice vs Jinx Catgirl/Kitrina Falcone vs Lady Shiva Supergirl/Linda Danvers vs Wonder-Woman/Peng Deilan Gazelle vs Jenny Quantum Fever vs Brick House/Marta Emilia Harcourt vs Summer Pickens Aquamaria/Maria vs Juniper Bleez vs Avery Ho Zatanna vs Firebrand/Danette Reilly Mirage/Miriam Delgado vs Dreamer Swift/Shen Li-Min vs Caitlin Fairchild Arisia vs Mayfly/Moon Robinson Silver Swan/Vanessa Jane Kapatelis vs Beast Girl/Kareli Carmen Leno vs Lightning/Jennifer Pierce Inza Nelson vs Atomica

Jeyra Entinn vs Mongal Sister Superior vs Lois Lane Blackfire vs Alanna Strange Libby Lawrence vs Saturn Girl Cheshire vs Silk Spectre/Laurie Juspeczyk Looker/Emily Briggs vs Power Girl/Kara Zor-L/Karen Starr Comet/Andrea Martinez vs Halo Space Case/Casey Brinke vs Knight/Beryl Hutchinson Nina Mazursky vs Breeze Nudge vs Cameron Chase Vixen vs Magpie Poison Ivy vs Rose Wilson Sublime vs Jaquar Lena Luthor vs Enchantress Lady Clayface vs Quantum Queen Snarlgoyle vs Akka Sarah Essen vs Artemis Crock Flashback/Sara Quinones vs Ventriloquist Antiope vs Little Miss Redhead/Janie Ice/Tora Olafsdotter vs Freak Katharsis/Kulap Vilaysack vs Doctor Poison/Marina Maru Speedy/Mia Dearden vs Harley Quinn/Dr Harleen Quinzel Beautiful Dreamer vs Operator Misfit/Charlie Gage Radcliffe vs Ryan Wilder Batwoman/Kathy Kane vs Jade Mercy Graves vs Firehawk/Lorraine Reilly Maya Ducard vs Black Orchid Sidewinder vs Iota/Isadora Wellington-Smythe The Whip/Shelly Gaynor/Michelle Gaynor vs Defacer Janissary/Selma Tolon vs Guillotina/Necahual Martinez Bumblebee vs Menagerie/Sonja Tiffany Fox vs Alura-El

Divine vs Killer Frost/Louise Lincoln White Witch vs Abby Holland Wildcat/Yolanda Montez vs China White Lady Vic vs Bekka Crimson Avenger/Jill Carlyle vs Adeline Wilson Andromeda vs Phantom Girl Verdict/Sam Payne vs Cheetah/Barbara Minerva Carrie Kelley vs Vicki Vale Grace Choi vs Jolt/Carlotta Rivera Harmonia Li vs Manteau/Roxie Hodder Circe vs Amazing Woman/Erik Storn/Erika Strong Amethyst vs Catspaw Celsius vs Thunder/Anissa Pierce Faora Hu-Ul vs Emiko Queen Hawkgirl/Kendra Saunders vs Traci 13 Deep Blue/Mizuko "Debbie" Perkins vs Manhunter/Kate Spencer Savant vs Kole Weathers Lara Kent vs Raven Sleepwalk vs Phillipus June Robbins vs Andrea Allen Sonia Sato vs Scream Queen Faith vs Steel/Natasha Irons Nocturna vs Knockout/Kay Fury Flatline/Nika vs Jessica Cruz Huntress/Helena Bertinelli vs Flamebird/Bette Kane Madame Xanadu vs Cheetah/Deborah Domanine Miss America vs Phase Liar Liar vs Golden Glider Thunder vs Chameleon Girl Cat Grant vs Cyborgirl Linda Park West vs Cyclone Shrinking Violet vs Lori Lemais

Sparx vs Aura/Lindsey Wah Red Canary vs Kristen Wells Tremor/Roshanna Chatterji vs Manitou Dawn Jesse Quick vs Bonny Hoffman Empathy/Lucia vs Kathy Branden Tanya Spears vs Dawn Granger Meow Meow vs Iris West Allen Lightning Lass vs Isis Copycat vs Fatality/Yrra Cynril Sensor Girl/Princess Projectra/Wilimena Morgana Daergina Annaxandra Projectra Velorya Vauxhall vs Artemis Grace Trajectory/Eliza Harmon vs Gimmix/Jacqueline Pemberton Strange Visitor vs Lara Lor-Van Valentina Vostok vs Shrike/Vanessa Kingsbury Mad Harriet vs Silver Sorceress La Sangre vs Karin Grace Lian Harper vs Chloe Sullivan Wither/Jade Tice vs Lori Morning Gypsy/Cynthia Reynolds vs Goldstar/Michelle Carter Mary Marvel vs Voodoo Blacksmith vs Killer Frost/Crystal Frost Batwoman/Kate Kane vs Fire/Beatriz da Costa Dusk vs Lilith Clay Iris “Irey” West vs Dolphin Yara Flor vs Night Girl Queen of Fables vs Miss Martian Terra vs Monstergirl/Rita Lopez Phantom Lady/Sandra Knight vs Lisa Jennings Lady Blackhawk vs Djinn Aquagirl/Lorena Marquez vs Hope Taya Renee Montoya vs Solstice Nightmare Nurse/Asa vs Amanda Waller Phantom Lady/Jennifer Knight vs Nightstar

Thara Ak-Var vs Talia al Ghul Killer Frost/Caitlin Snow vs Dr Mid-Nite Big Barda/Barda Free vs Starfire Gotham Girl vs Hawkwoman/Shiera Hall Cheetah/Priscilla Rich vs Bombshell Queen Clea vs Doctor Multiverse Catwalk vs Gilotina Weather Witch vs Jennifer Morgan Wonder Girl/Cassie Sandsmark vs Medusa/Dr. Myrna Rhodes Mera vs Chaos Kitten Heatstroke/Joanne vs Dr Light/Kimiyo Hoshi Mindboggler/Leah Wasserman vs Puff Enigma/Quinn Nash vs Silk Spectre/Laurie Juspeczyk XS vs Princess Andy Tuppence Terror vs Tarot Silk Spectre/Laurel Jane Juspeczyk vs Shocking Suzi/Jo Hamill Hippolyta vs Bright Eyes/Sienna Lopez Batgirl/Cassandra Cain vs Tam Fox Temper/Avia Joby Weinberg vs Supergirl Mother One/Rachel Lynn Rhodes vs Donna Troy Maxine Baker vs Duela Dent Urcell vs Atlee Little Barda vs Coagula Linear Woman/Liri Lee vs Madame Rouge Bratgirl/Merissa Cooper vs Dr. Francine Langstrom Empress/Anita Fite vs Windfall/Wendy Jones Primer/Ashley Rayburn vs Argent/Toni Monetti Alysia Yeoh vs Element Woman/Emily Sung Maria Mendoza vs Jinny Hex Hawk/Holly Granger vs Elasti-Woman Christine Blaze vs Arrowette/Cissie King Jones Teen Lantern vs Summer Zahid

Forerunner vs Ice Maiden Matrix vs Iron Butterfly/Kahina Eskandari Dawnstar vs Esper Lass/Meta Ulnoor Catwoman/Eiko Hasigawa vs Encantadora/Lourdes Lucero Beauty Blaze vs Ya’Wara Catwoman/Selina Kyle vs Cir-El Pantha/Rosabelle Mendez vs Bulleteer/Alix Harrower Ursa vs Bluebird/Harper Row