#that would b able to nest them inside each other without me having to do this

[mosspapi]

Bruhhhh I spent so long on these drawings for this assignment but I think the only way for me to b able to do what I wanna do with them is to make them vectors so I can scale them up MASSIVELY and fit them all inside each other. Which means going in to illustrator and image tracing each and every single layer individually bcuz idk how the fuck to do smth this complex in illustrator and then manually adjusting it all bcuz image trace is never exact. Which is gonna take Hours and Hours to do. Kill me

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

hey luv, can i request some simple, domestic fluff with jonathan crane? like maybe jon having a casual heart attack from seeing reader in one of his shirts, trying their best to cook them both breakfast or feeding his crows, doesn't matter. i'm just in need of pure fluff with this rowdy stinkman garbage boy

Oh pure fluff, that's what I need now and seeing this request of our favorite but oh so terrible "God of Fear" made me determined to write it!!

Thank you for the request and I am sorry for taking so long to do it!

Being one of the most known and wanted Villains of Gotham can be stressful for to only Jonathan but to his beloved as well since the batman knows of his relationship with (Y/n). Whenever he escapes arkham the first person the Batman would interrogate was her, thinking that the scarecrow would go to her first, or that she might know of his hideout, which she doesn't since he never took her there to begin with, and because he is a "hero" he never took her into custody sense she never really participated in any of his schemes or his escapes. Of course, he could have taken her for not reporting him whenever he was in her home, or going out on dates, but again he was a "Hero" who never harm civilians.

That was the only thing he was grateful to the batman for.

And despite his commitment to his life as the infamous Scarecrow, he had his other commitment to (Y/n) as Jonathan. It was difficult trying to balance between gasing the city and planning a romantic night for his hardworking Darling. So after escaping Arkham again and laying low for a few months until the batman was distracted with Joker again, to inform his henchman that he will take a couple of weeks off and they should do the same, with every few days one making sure that his lab wasn't burning.

He surprised (Y/n) with a getaway to out of Gotham to a Rural area, his childhood home to be exact. Despite is being a great mansion that has been past to generations Jonathan loathed the place but seeing how it has a lot of space and no-one dares to come near it of fear it being hunted, he renewed the home from the inside so he can use as a second area to escape to, in case Gotham no longer was safe for him, but now with his Darling that place became their home. So after making some adjustments he brought his (Y/n) to their now second home.

It was heaven for him, waking up and sleeping together, being in the same table in all three meals, and engaging into cute couple activities that he only saw on TV or read in books. It was really tempting to just forget his career in gothem and start a new just for the sake of experiencing this bless everyday for the rest pf his life.. But he knew it was impossible, so he wanted to enjoy these few days as long as possible.

Jonathan was forced awake when the sun light that seeped from between the heavy curtains assaulted his eyes. He groaned and turned around stretching his arm to your side in order to cuddle you until noon, but his brows furrowed when he was met with an empty cold space. He forced one of his eyes open and saw that you were no where to be seen. He knew that there was no reason to stay in bed if you weren't there with him, and so he stretched his limps before standing up and picking up his clothes that was discarded on the ground from your... Previous night "intimate activities", just the thought of it made grin like an idiot. He paused when realizing that his white dress shirt or missing, maybe it was somewhere in the halls, lost in your moment of passion no doubt so he shrugged it off believing that you wouldn't mind him walking around with only his pants.

"Now, where could you be?" He asked himself as he looked at your empty side. He didn't need to think more for his answer came in the form of wood cracking lightly from above him. "There you are."

He walked out of the room and made his way through the halls to the stairs that lead to the attic, which was quite spacious so he made it into a special room for his pet crows. He remembers the time he introduced (Y/n) to them, she was quite scared at first, which was very adorable to him, but with time the fear turned to simple nervousness and from that to adoration, which was some time troublesome because he doesn't seem to be able to keep her away from there, always wanting to feed and pet those dark creatures. Finally reaching the attic's door Jonathan had this mischievous thought of scaring you, the attic was mostly dark having only one big window that allows that sun light, many pillars he could hide behind without you directing him, I mean he did that many times with the batman and he was only able to catch glimpse of him, so he doubted that you would be able to even know he was around, confident with his plan he opened the door slowly and carefully to it won't make as much as a creak as he sneaked in. However, the entire plan was thrown at the window when he finally saw.

You stood there legs and feet bare, your hair a mess not brushing it after waking up probably, the only item covering you was his missing white dress shirt which was too big on you. Jonathan's eyes where wide in both shock and fascination, he could feel his heart hammer against his rib cage as you giggled from of of the crows feathers tickling you cheek. He must have made a sound some how for you turned around to look directly at him, and caused his heart ache to rise, for the top buttons were undone which showed a generous amount of you cleavage, and with the sun light bathing you, you literally shined in his. Poor Jonathan wanted nothing more than to fall on his knees for you.

"Jonathan." You called breaking him out of his train of thoughts.

You came towards him causing the crows around you to fly away to their nests. You had such a look of concern as you came closer.

"Hey, are you alright?" You asked as you titled your head to the side.

No able to hold it back anymore, Jonathan wrapped his arms around you bringing you closer to him, his nose buried further in the crook of your neck and his hummed in content when he felt your own arma wrap around him as you pressed yourself further against his body. You stood like that for what felt like hours, before you had to pry yourself away from him enough to look to his face.

"Someone woke up in a good mood." You stated with a smile that he returned.

"I did." He replied not letting you go, no that you tried anyway.

"And may I ask what is the reason professor?" You asked sounding intrigued.

The two of you started swaying with each other, until it looked like you were slow dancing to no music.

"Oh my dear it is a simple reason really." He said with a spin and he took you hand into his, his other hand resting on your waist while your own was on his bare shoulder.

"Is it now?" You continued to ask earning a him of approval from him.

He slowly stopped your small dance before taking your hand and kissed it tenderly but didn't pull it away from his lips enjoying the feeling of your skin.

"The reason my dear... Is because I seem to find myself smitten by you all over again." He confessed.

He could see a soft blush starting to show on your cheeks, embarrassed by his words, but you didn't allow it to show.

"Are you know?"

"Oh yes." He quickly said. "You fill my every thought even more than before, every minute I spend away from you feels like hours and the hours like days and the days to weeks and so on so forth."

"Then I guess nights spend scheming were terrible for you?" You asked enjoying his words and craving for more.

"Tormenting!" He almost exclaimed as the hand around your waist brought you close again." And the nights locked up at Arkham were agonizing."

"I did offer to visit you." You reminded.

"And risk the batman lurking over you even more or the cops sniffing after you?.. Never! I'd rather spent a thousand night and a day alone with the blissful thought that you were safe rather than drage you down with me."

He declared and you knew he was sincere. You pulled your hand away from his body only to bring them again to cups his face.

"Then what about me?" You asked with a pout. "I can't stand living those thousand night and a day knowing where you are but can't reach you. I'd probably go mad!"

You said as you dropped backwards dramatically but he caught you with a chuckle bringing up again to meet his blue eyes.

"You would go mad without me?" He asked with a grin.

"Of course." You answered with mot hesitation. "You aren't the only one smitten badly here, how do you think I felt when you same here all shirtless and messy?"

He raised a brow at your words the grin never leaving.

"You like that I look like a mess now?" He asked in a fake bewilderment.

"Well, yes, after all, everyone knows the uptight, serious and organized professor crame, but only I get to see the hot mess of a man Jonathan Crane." You said with a giggle.

Not able to resist anymore, with his arms still locked around you, Jonathan pulled you close to him as he leaned down to press his lips against your own and you kissed him back. The rest of your world was lost against his lips. The kiss was gentle and careful but it wasn't enough, greedy for more you sneaked your arms around his neck before running your fingers through his hair and gently clenching it as you pulled him harder against you. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled under you back gathering you against him and from the ground, causing you to let out a surprised yelp, breaking the kiss. You'd always be surprised at how truely strong Jonathan can be. You looked back to him, your eyes lost into his blue ones, you were about to lean down to continue the kiss but the moment was interrupted by your stomach growls.

You were suprised by the loud sound and because your eyes were locked on Crane's, you saw the exact moment his eyes slightly widened at the sound as well. Embarrassed and having no where to hide you buried your face against the crook of his neck. Your lover just laughed as he rubbed your back in comfort, finding the situation funny, his laughter eventually died down, but the grin was still there.

"How about we go to the kitchen for breakfast, and then... " he pressed his lips against your ears. "We can continue this after."

Lifting your head slowly to meet his eyes, you saw that the lust was still there and he could have just ignored your what he heard and continued to slam you against one of the wooden pillars so your moment of passion was not gone, but to him your needs are a priority... including food. So he slowly put you back down and with your arms locked together you made your way to the kitchen.

Yes, jonathan had some awful memories in this house, but with his darling new memories were made as the old once are being forgotten.

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I hope you enjoyed this fic and that you don't mind the bit of spice in the end.

[xseaxwitchxkpop]

NSFW Alphabet: Sub!Sannie Edition

A/N: I've seen a lot of dom!ateez edition for this but not really much sub!ateez, so y'all know I had to do it lol. As always, take this with a grain of salt as I do not know the ateezers irl

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Doesn't matter if y'all had rough and kinky sex or sweet and soft sex, this boy will always be blissed out when y'all are done. He needs all the sweet kisses on his cheeks, his neck freckles, knuckle kisses, and cuddles. Whisper praise to him and feed and hydrate him...and give him a bath if it was a particularly rough session complete with washing his hair.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's most proud of abs because not only would he be able to see (and feel) a tummy bulge with ur larger strap on/large dick, he also knows it earns him praise from you because of how hard he works for them. On you, he can't choose his favorite: he'd sway between your lips and the way they make him shudder, your fingers and the way they dig into his hips, and your legs that he could hold onto in missionary, whether thicc or skinny.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He definitely loves to eat cum, both yours and his, but especially his when it's paired with degradation. He also loves the feeling of you cumming in his ass and it never fails to send him over the edge and wiped out so quickly...he will beg for this. If you have a pussy, make him eat you out after he came inside, it's one of his favorite things.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's really private with intimacy and prefers not to show off...however, at least once, he would love nothing more than for you to take him in front of a camera and treat him as nothing more than a useless plaything for your pleasure, showing everyone that you own him and then gift the tape to his members...perhaps to lead them to a whole ass orgy where he gets absolutely destroyed by everyone on your command.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Contrary to popular belief, he's not as experienced as we might be inclined to believed. He's probably only had a couple of partners because he fell in love way too fast and might have messed around with a couple of members, but overall he's only kind of experienced. He knows what he's doing as a baseline, but it's also different for different people, so he quickly learns YOUR body and its responses.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Honestly depends on his mood: if he wants it fast, rough, and completely fucked out it's doggy style hands-down; if he wants it slow and sensual, good old missionary with his legs laid over your thighs so he can squeeze them when the bedsheets aren't enough.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Most of the time, he likes to be more serious with sex because he views this type of intimacy as people sharing each other and putting utmost trust in each other but every once in a while he'll want soft, giggly sex where you two simply exist in a moment and in each other without the filth of kinky rough sex.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I'm more than positive all of them, at the bare minimum, trim their pubes for logistical reasons but I think San probably just full on shaves down there as a matter of principle: if he likes you to be clean shaven down under, he'll put in the same effort for you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

As I've said, he's a very intimate person, so he treasures every single moment every time you two have sex. No matter how far deep into sub space he gets or how severe his punishments, his heart will always fill up with joy and happiness whenever you two get intimate. He's also very possessive and he feels 1000x moreso when sex is involved which is why his orgy fantasy will be nothing but a fantasy for quite a while.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't masturbate too often because the relief of the release is not satisfactory and he only really does it when it becomes an annoyance or interference in his daily routines. BUT. When he's on tour and finds himself on the rare occasion that he is aching for your touch, he'll take a pair of your used panties he snuck into his baggage and jack off in the shower to the thought and smell of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

This kinky mf will try most everything once. Some of his kinks include but are not limited to breeding (you breeding him and him breeding you, depending on if he's a service top in the moment), restraints (i.e., shibari, handcuffs), sensory deprivation (i.e., blindfolds), tummy bulge (in him), hair pulling, choking, cum eating, mommy/noona/hyung/daddy/master/mistress/etc., dollification, edging, pegging/anal play, biting, nipple play, and cock rings.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He prefers the bed above all else because it resembles a little nest of blankets, pillows, and plushies which makes him feel the safest in whatever the mood y'all have goin on. He is not, however, opposed to being railed on the countertop.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Hmmmm I think a better question is what doesn't turn him on. He's definitely a kinky fucker and a sex fiend, but among his top turn ons are ass groping, lip biting, hair tugging, and gentle pats on his lower back, especially if you're doing it to guide him somewhere. Also the Voice (tm), especially in public!

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Deliberately ignoring him, even if it is out of playfulness and teasing on your end. I don't peg him as an attention whore by any means, but he is very sensitive to being included/excluded and the like, so this would only genuinely hurt him, especially if you decide to drag it out for longer than a couple of minutes.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This man LIVES for eating you out and/or sucking you off, whether that's a strap on or actual dick. It gets him going so much so please let him just go down you at any time, any day, nearly any where. He doesn't like receiving much because he doesn't get too much pleasure -- he doesn't make him feel subby at all and that's not something he particularly likes but if you really want to, he'll let you go down on him every once in a blue moon.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

As emphasized previously, it very much depends on his mood, but he'll typically want fast and rough on his more stressful days and slow and sensual on his more "down" days when he needs to be reminded that he is loved for more than just his body, that he is more than just his body. The soft and giggly sex he'd want when he's in a very happy mood and just wants to share that warmth with you, the sweet thing.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He's not really that into quickies, but if you want one or two, he's not gonna put up a fight lol.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Again, he'll do nearly everything once, so yes, experimentation/risk is the name of his game.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

During fast and rough intercourse, he could probably go three rounds with overstimulation but during slow and sensual intercourse, he could do a strong single round or a questionable two rounds because the slow and sensual one tends to be more emotionally exhausting than fast and rough for him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Ofc the sweetheart owns toys! Miss Size Queen has his own dildos, vibrators, anal beads, handcuffs, and nipple clamps. Most of these things he uses on himself and his partner uses on him, but every once in a while the partner will use one or two things on themselves to tease and punish the poor boy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If he's being a brat, he will tease you to no end until you have his ass and remind him to behave. Most of the time, though, it's his partner that's teasing him and he might try to tease you back out of revenge. Keyword: try.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

San is loud as hell in bed and there is no convincing me otherwise. He will let out the most sinful moans, cutest little whimpers, and high pitched whines so muffle his mouth with your used panties/underwear or stuff his mouth with your fingers to decrease his volume. The only time he's not being loud is when he's so completely fucked out that all he can do is whimper, drool endlessly for your strap on/dick, and roll his eyes in the back of his head.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves it when you make him cry from fucking him so good. The first time he cried from fucking was when you two tried out mirror sex and you forced him to look himself in the eye in the mirror and he was absolutely gone. This kind of fucking, however, leaves him kind of sore in the ass for the next couple of days so y'all rarely do it when he's working on promotions and a comeback so when y'all can do it...well, he won't be walking for a while.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's a little longer than average, but not by much; he also has average girth. This doesn't bother you, though, as you're the one fucking him most of the time and he knows how to use his dick, anyway, so it hasn't caused any problems between the two of you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He has a pretty high sex drive, so when you're not in the mood and he is, you indulge him in guided masturbation either with his hand or via plushie fucking. You'll also let him ride your thigh if you can handle that or give him a quick handy. However if you both have the same high sex drive, y'all gonna have a lot of sex at many times during the day.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He tends to fall asleep pretty quickly, passing out within like 20 minutes of y'all finishing. If, though, it was soft and giggly sex, he wouldn't fall asleep at all, he'd just snuggle into you and talk about cute things he saw that day or scroll through social media for cats or some cute shit because he's not really tired, just very warm and very content...dare I say, like a cat in the sun.

[thisisnotourlasthunt]

Andrew Showing The Foxes His Love Through Actions.

All through “All for the game” we can see how Andrew shows his love through actions. I believe that Andrew does care for his teammates and I know I; m not the only one, so I wrote this. (Also, I will just forget about the choking scene because N*ra did their relationship so badly, like- ugh, that’s for another time)

Tw: Curse words, references to the foxes pasts, punches, vomit, Riko, mentions of scars, mentions of nightmares, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of past self-harm, probably many spelling and grammar mistakes.

Allison.

It happened during a game, the foxes were winning and the other team were getting exasperated because they could not get past the backliners and if they could, Andrew would not let them score.

During the last minutes of the game, a player from the other team made Allison trip on purpose and “accidentally” kicked her.

Everyone else were too far away from them.

Except Andrew.

When the referee called the fault, Andrew was already there, punching the guy resulting in him taking a step back and falling to the ground.

As the referee gave him a yellow card, Andrew extended his arm to help Allison up.

And if he asked Renee how bad the injury was, no one had to know. 

Matt.  

When Matt was visiting his mom during summer vacations, they decided to go shopping, there he found the most adorable hoodies. It was orange on the outside and the inside had a really soft and warm fabric, which was white and had orange paw prints. But the best part was that the hoodie had fox ears.

Matt obviously bought nine of them.

“Disgusting.” Andrew had said, which Matt had obviously expected, so he thought nothing of it.

Everyone wore them, Aaron had given his to Katelyn, except Andrew.

But when winter came, Matt saw Andrew get out of his dorm room with the hoodie on, pulling it tighter against himself when a cold air blast came.

“Not a word.” Andrew deadpanned, pointing at Matt, when he noticed him, before leaving the tower.

Matt smiled the whole day.

Dan.

During one of their dinner bankets, the foxes were placed into pairs and told to socialize with the other teams. The pairs were meticulously design so that ‘the monsters’ (minus Nicky) interacted. This meant every ‘monster’ was placed with an upperclassmen. Andrew got Dan.

So when they Dan were talking to some players from Penn State, the Ravens decided to join.

They began talking sh¡t about Dan’s time as a stripper.

Andrew didn’t say or do a thing, knowing Dan was capable on fighting her own fights, she is the first female captain on Exy, but he does stand to the side, throwing a death glare to them.

But when one of them decide it’s a good idea to slap her in the butt when she is distracted....Andrew intervienes.

He grabs the Raven’s wrist, twisting it before pushing him into a table.

Dan is surprised, to say the least, but she knows that the Raven will get a worst fate if she leaves Andrew like that. 

Calmly, she tells him she is okay and that the Raven didn’t touch her and that he can look and see for himself.

The latter does the trick, Andrew turns his murderous glare at Dan so she turns in place extending her arms showing him that the Raven did nothing to her.

Andrew calms after a while and stands up, glancing at the Raven one more time. 

The rest of the night Andrew does not leave Dan’s side until they head back home. Dan attaches herself to that memory forever. 

Renee.

Renee and Andrew sparred at least once a week, more whenever Andrew was having a bad day.

Such as that moment, Aaron’s trial was just around the corner and Andrew was not having it.

He went to Bee’s twice but it still wasn’t enough, so him and Renee spared.

But today was a specially not good day, Aaron’s lawyer had said that he’d have to speak about what happened that day.

Renee knew that Andrew was far more on his head than n the present so she wasn’t mad when Andrew threw her down to the mat and her hip bumped onto the floor.

For the first time since they spared that day, Renee saw Andrew actually see her.

His eyes were wide, probably surprised of what happened so she reassured him that she was okay and that it didn't hurt much and that she’d had much worse before.

But he didn’t listen to her and got off the mat.

Renee stood up and went for her water bottle, thinking that Andrew had gone to let out some steam alone.

But then he came back with an ice package in hand and gave it to her.

Renee thank him, placed it on her hip and sat near him while he starred to the distance in moral support.

Nicky.

Nicky wasn’t one to get sick often, but when it happened, he really got sick.

So when one day he wakes up with a headache and all of his bones ache, he knows he’s in trouble.

Not wanting anyone to be worried about him, Nicky tries to stand up, just for a blast of nausea hits him and he has to run to the bathroom before he pukes on their bedroom.

When he is done throwing his guts out, he brushes his teeth and walks out to the kitchen for a glass of water. But when he gets there, a water bottle is out with a bottle of Pepto-bismol beside it. 

In the middle of his confusion, Andrew and Aaron appear with a thermometer, a blanket and pills.

“Go lay down,” Andrew says with an uncharacteristically softness in his tone.

Nicky complies and walks towards the couch, Andrew protectively trailing behind him with his phone and a blanket.

“I don’t have any class today, Aaron has two in an hour but then he’ll be back. Tea?” Nicky is perplexed at this attention given by his cousins so he is only able to nod and think who were these people and what did they do with his cousins.

The rest of the day, the twins (mostly Andrew) take his temperature, give him his meds, cook for him and help him out whenever he needs it.

Nicky sleeps with a smile that day.

The next day, he feels much better, but because the sickness messed with his feelings, he has an urge to hug his cousins.

He asks for permission and surprisingly, Andrew says yes.

Nicky keeps the hug fast and makes sure he doesn’t make Andrew feel trapped.

He still cries at the memory. 

Aaron.

Out of all the foxes, Aaron is the one with the most difficult things to study. He is in fact studying pre-med.

So during the finals week, he is the most stressed.

There is this one class in which Aaron has been having the most trouble with and if he doesn’t pass the test, he’ll have to repeat the class. So to say that he was stressed was an understatement.

He begins studying for that class a week and a half before the exam is and the day before the exam, he skips gym, morning practice and afternoon practice.

He studies for the exam the whole day and had to be reminded to take breaks for the bathroom and meals constantly.

He is also forced by Andrew to sleep when he woke up at 3 am and Aaron was still awake, studying.

Aaron keeps thinking of the material as he tries to sleep, and isn’t able to until 4 am, he dreams on the material the whole night.

When he opens his eyes, he sees that the sun is much higher than usual, worried, he checks the time on his phone just for his fears to be true, his alarm didn’t sound and he slept through the whole exam.

He doesn’t even care to change and runs to the building. The door to his classroom is closed and the professor is not there.

“Can’t stop thinking about the exam? Me neither.” He hears one of his classmates say behind him.

“I didn’t even do it.” He says through his teeth.

“What do you mean? I saw you there.”

Aaron is confused so he asks more classmates if they saw him, and all of them said that yes, they saw him there.

Hurriedly he got to the tower and confronted Andrew if it was his doing and if he did the exam for him like they did in high school.

“I did.” was Andrew’s only response before walking out.

Aaron got a B⁺ a grade much better than if he had done it by himself.

Kevin.

After Riko died, his and Andrew’s deal could be done, but they had grown close, they had passed so much time together since Kevin escaped Evermore.

Neither of them would say it out loud, but they were each other’s best friend.

So when Kevin learned that his things would be thrown away from the Nest, he went into a spiral.

But when Andrew asked and Kevin couldn’t say why, Andrew made it his mission to know.

Neil had a few assumptions, but when he had been at the Nest, he had been too focused on his injuries that he wasn’t a good resource.

So Andrew contacted someone he never thought he would be speaking to. Jean.

Jean told Andrew of Kevin’s old bedroom and the things Kevin had to hide away from Riko because if he found them, Kevin would be punished. Yet he didn’t know what these secret things were. 

Thankfully, Jean knew where the hiding spot was.

The next day, Andrew took the Maserati in the early morning without a word (Neil knew but he had to act as if he didn’t), and made his way to Evermore.

Once there, he had to sneak inside, but given that the Nest was desolated for classes it was easy.

When Andrew got to where Jean had told him where the hiding spot was, he found a small shoe box.

Opening it, he found three things and Andrew immediately understood Kevin’s spiraling.

When he got back to the tower, he directly went to his dorm. Inside were Neil, Nicky and Kevin watching a game.

Andrew signaled Neil and the latter made Nicky follow him out.

“Where were you? You missed morning practice,” Kevin said as soon as they were alone.

Without a word, Andrew took the shoebox out of his bag and carefully gave it to Kevin, who took a shaky breath at the sight of it.

As soon as it was in Kevin’s hands, he opened it and carefully took the three things which were the last things he had from his mother.

A woman’s ring, a record player and a photograph. 

Tears immediately sprang from Kevin’s eyes and Andrew decided he would give Kevin his space.

“Thank you,” Kevin said as he opened the door, Andrew just nodded feeling a weird warmness in his chest.

Neil.

Andrew shows Neil his love in so many ways, helping him out during panic attacks, reminding him that he’s safe, holding his hand, kissing him, sharing a cigarette in the roof, stroking his hair when they cuddle and so much more.

But the most important thing Andrew does for Neil is letting the latter see his vulnerability and trust him with it.

It starts with simple things, Andrew letting Neil sleep with him in the same bed, cuddle together, sit on Andrew’s lap (and vice versa), etc.

But it slowly begins to increase, let Neil stay whenever he gets a nightmare and/or a panic attack, let Neil take care of him when he gets sick, let Neil cuddle on top of Andrew, let himself seek comfort in Neil, Andrew letting Neil take his armbands off, see and touch them.

It takes a long time, but Neil doesn’t mind, those little things are more than enough for him and he doesn’t expect more from Andrew, but welcomes this little things and holds onto them with all of him.

Bonus:

Wymack. 

Wymack is always threatening his foxes with running marathons and says that their personal stuff is over his pay rate, but oh doesn’t he care for them.

He works hard for them so they can have good things and safe and comfortable area for them, that’s why he had the walls on the showers made.

He loves the foxes, and they love them too.

One morning, he had to organize some piles of paperwork, but he had a stressing week and the night before he hadn’t been able to sleep good, so after a while of organizing paperwork, he decides he deserves a break.

The foxes are supposed to be in class so he doesn’t expect them until the afternoon. He goes to the lounge and lays down on the couch to “rest his eyes”.

He falls asleep almost instantly.

Andrew had forgotten something on the court after their morning practice so he decided to go now, he had finished his classes and knew that Wymack had to organize some paperwork, he was surprised to see the old man asleep.

Andrew could remember his initial fear of the man when he saw him the first time, he was tall, broad and serious, but he didn’t let it show. He had been waiting for the man to do something to him, but instead the man had respected his boundaries and didn’t ask when Andrew broke into his home in the late night and made himself a pot of hot cocoa (which had been bought for this reason).

So quietly, Andrew went to Wymack’s office and organized his paperwork, marking those who were missing one or two things with a post it and leaving right after he was done, not expecting the man to know it was him.

When Wymack woke up and walked back to his office he was surprised to see that his paperwork was organized. He mentally questioned who it was but when he read the post its he immediately knew it was Andrew, he knew all of his children’s handwritings, and made sure he bought Andrew’s favorite  chocolate ice cream.

Abby. 

Abby was the first one, apart from Bee, to see his scars. 

The first time she had tried to say something but she had seen something in his face because he didn’t and let him place the armbands back on.

After that she looked away when he took them off and just glanced at them for a second to make sure there were no track marks before turning around again so he could put the armbands back on.

(She knew there would not be track marks, so she just looked at them so there would be no new ones, he cared for her foxes.)

And during the physical exam, she made sure not to touch him more than necessary. 

Abby checks on Bee asking if he’s okay, she never expects an in depth answer, just a confirmation and she feels relief when Bee tells her that he is getting better.

On one of his sessions with Bee, she suggests Andrew that he should tell someone about his scars, preferably someone who has already seen them. 

Andrew knows what Bee is trying and Bee knows that Andrew knows and Andrew knows Bee knows that Andrew knows.

In the end, he does tell Abby. He keeps it vague and watches her reaction, waiting for a small expression change, but thankfully Abby just listens, and shows no pity, knowing that Andrew would hate it and does not comment.

When he’s done, she just nods and thanks him for telling her and when Andrew leaves, Abby lets the tears she had retained out.

She keeps the truth guarded with her life, glad Andrew trust her enough to say this.

Bee.

It is not a secret that Andrew sees Bee like his mother figure, out of all the woman in his life she was the only one that he didn’t feel the need to be unlike himself, she loved him just the way he was.

It was scary at first, his mind supplied that it would be just like Cass, he just had to wait for the other shoe to come down.

It never did.

So he found himself driving to her office when he needed to understand something or he was just not in a good mental place.

He would also call her when he didn’t have the energy to move.

She was on one of his sides during Aarons trial, helping him keep his cool when he felt like he needed to punch something.

When it had been his turn to say his testimony, he had looked at her and Neil, remembering that they would be with him and that they would show no pity to him.

So the day before Mother’s day, when him and Neil were shopping for clothes, and he saw a coffee mug in the shape of a bee hive that read “To the Bee-st mom” he had to buy it.

The next day he arrives to her office and leaves the cup before leaving without a word.

It fills Bee’s heart when she reads it but knows best than to comment of it on their next session.

But if she uses it everyday and it becomes her favorite mug, no one has to know.

Look at me posting three days in a row, I’m proud of myself ngl. Anyways, have this, hope you like it, I tried my best and this is honestly the longest “headcanon” I’ve ever written.

[1987vampire]

All Yours | Tomura Shigaraki

Fandom: My Hero Academia | Boku No Hero Academia Word Count: 5k Warnings: Smut. Kinks include: A/B/O (Omega!Shigaraki x Alpha!Reader), FemDom, Mommy Kink, Bratty Shigaraki (in the beginning), light bondage, face riding, spit kink, cockrings, praise kink, light degrading kink, choking, pegging, crying kink, overstimulation, etc. Request: I just really wanted to write a Shigaraki fic. A/N: This is just me being horny on main. I love this lil dude, and there are not enough Sub!Shigaraki fics around here.  Extra: @babayaga67​ and @imuziawi​ asked me to tag!

I almost hadn’t recognized the smell as I turned onto my street. At first, I wasn’t quite sure where it was coming from, and I thought I might have just been delusional. After all, he had disappeared for quite a bit, but he had a distinct smell, a mix of citrus – the scent of his body wash -, smoky ash – a side effect of his quirk -, and vanilla cake - a sweetness that came with every omega in heat. I was surprised that there weren’t alphas lined around the block with how loud the smell was, but I was certainly glad I wouldn’t have to fight anybody off to get home.  

I fumbled with my keys for a few moments once I reached the door, mixing up and trying to unlock it with the wrong key multiple times. Once I finally opened the door, though, I was hit harder than I had anticipated, his pheromones coating every inch of my apartment. Hell, I thought walking here was terrible, but this was on an entirely different level.

Had he stopped taking his blockers? Being a villain and omega at the same time was certainly not a great mix, especially when he was the leader of a significant group, so he had taken to blocking off any indicators of his status, claiming to be a beta whenever someone asked. Something must have changed if it got this bad.

I closed the door and locked it in a fluid motion, dropping my keys and bag on the floor right after. I shuffled through the house, trying to figure out where he had holed himself up. I assumed he had made a nest somewhere, but I wasn’t sure where. He never kept it in the same spot, claiming it got uncomfortable being in one place for too long, and he always chose the strangest places. Once I had found him and half of my closet in one of the lower cabinets in the kitchen because ‘everywhere else was too goddamn loud.’

I looked through each room thoroughly, and after a few minutes of not finding him, I entered my bedroom. I was surprised at how much louder the smell had gotten. It wasn’t normal for him to choose such a basic place. My bed was missing half of its usual blankets and pillows. My clothes were strewn across the floor, ones he had ditched after not liking them enough, I guessed. I checked around the dirty area for a moment before approaching my closet.

I knocked quietly on the door, listening intently. A quiet groan met my ears, and I dropped to my knees in front of the door. He was in there. There was no doubt about it. “Tomura,” I called out quietly, not wanting to hurt him if he had a headache. He usually did during this time. “Tomura, may I come in?”

There was the sound of him shuffling and pushing a few things around before he made a noise of affirmation and pushed the door open a bit. I opened it the rest of the way and let out a sigh at the sight of him. He looked worse than usual, new scabs over the already scarred skin of his neck. Something had been stressing him out immensely.

Still, he looked pretty, his eyes half-lidded from being tired but still bright as ever, and his ordinarily messy hair even worse than usual. He wasn’t wearing much besides a pair of sweatpants, his chest bare and sweaty, new scratch marks crawling down from his neck. He was panting, practically drooling, but his lips still quirked up into the smallest of smiles when he locked eyes with me.

I hesitantly placed a hand inside his nest, afraid he would kick me out at the movement, but he stayed still, almost coaxing me into his area. So, I continued, crawling in slowly, trying not to mess up any of his work. He had to have been here for a while by how it looked. I wasn’t sure when he had gotten here, but I had been at work for ten hours before coming home, so there was no telling.

Tomura curled up to me almost instantly, letting out a low whine as he pushed his face into my chest. His arms wrapped around my hips, pulling me closer. I instinctively wrapped mine around his head, leaning down to press a kiss to his matted hair. I had almost gotten comfortable, ready to just sleep it off with him – after all, that’s what he seemed to want to do – but the thought was interrupted by him opening his mouth, pressing his rough flattened tongue between my breasts, and licking a fat stripe up to my neck.

The change in my mood was instantaneous, and I switched our position from both of us laying sideways to me kneeled above his chest. He moved to try and pull me down onto him, but I grabbed his hands and held them above his head, grinning as he let out a loud whine, his eyes growing wider as he stared up at me.

“You do know that it’s rude to do that without asking, right,” I mused. His face flushed red, and he turned it to the side, avoiding eye contact. Oh god, when was the last time he had acted like this. I was getting excited at just the thought. “Now, why would you do that without permission. Did you miss me that much?” When he didn’t move to answer, I chuckled and grabbed his face with one of my hands, pulling it to look at me. “Come on, babydoll. I need your words. Talk to me.”

He huffed loudly but complied. “You weren’t doing anything, so I had to.”

I tutted and shook my head. “You can’t just get things without asking. You have to tell me what you want. Staying silent gets you nowhere. You know that; we’ve talked about it, baby.” He stared up at me, biting back words. I sighed. “Well, if you don’t want to talk, then I’ll just let you take care of yourself.” I let go of him and began to lift myself off of him, but he moved faster and gripped my thighs, pulling me back onto him harshly. For someone as skinny as he was, he could sure be strong at moments. His nails dug into my skin harshly, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re needy today, aren’t you.” I quirked an eyebrow and leaned down so we were face to face. “Come on, Tomura, tell me what you want.”

He took a shaky breath before replying. “I want you to make me cum,” he grumbled, blinking up at me. “I hate being like this, but nothing I do helps it.”

I shook my head. “And what have you done to deserve me giving you that pleasure? You’ve disappeared for the past two months – I only knew you were alive because they talk about you on the news – but because you hit your heat, suddenly you’re running back with your tail between your legs. Hell, I should leave you to take care of yourself - you obviously don’t need me.”

“I didn’t come back just to listen to you bitch.” His words were bitter, and I could tell he regretted them as soon as they slipped past his lips, but the damage was already done. His eyes widened, and he scrambled to try and escape from underneath me. I let him climb to his feet before pushing his knees out from under him as he tried to run out of the room. He stumbled and fell face-first onto the floor, groaning loudly.

“Are you serious,” I yelled, standing over him. He flipped onto his back, and I pushed my foot onto his chest, holding him steady. “Are you seriously trying to piss me off, you asshole?”

He grinned up at me. “And what if I am? What are you going to do about it?”

I pulled off of him, practically shaking from anger. “Get up.”

“Or what?”

I let out a deep snarl. “Tomura, get your ass off of the fucking floor before I turn it beet red.”

He licked his teeth suggestively and stood slowly, taking as much time as he could. Once he was up, a grabbed his shoulders roughly and pushed him onto the bed. He let out a loud laugh as he fell back, propping himself up on his elbows and watching me as I rolled my eyes. I moved towards my dresser, opening it and moving aside clothes covering what I needed. Ropes were the easiest thing to find considering how many I had, but the other toys took a bit of digging.

Once I was satisfied with my finds, I moved back to the bed and straddled him, grabbing the rough skin of his wrists and pulling them up to the headboard. There was a small hook drilled right above it precisely for this. I wrapped the rope around his hands, knowing the knots like the back of my hand from how often I had done it.

When our relationship first started, Tomura wasn’t too keen on bondage or not being in control, but once I had convinced him to try it, he had never wanted anything else. I knew he found some comfort mixed with the anxiety of being completely at my mercy, and I certainly enjoyed it. I could sit and stare at him in this position for hours, hands bound above him, eyes looking at me with apprehension but excitement, pants already straining even though I hadn’t done anything. It was a beautiful sight.

He tugged gently on the restraints, testing them, and he let out a shuddering sigh once they didn’t budge, settling into the bed. I picked myself off of him and stood to the side, humming lowly as I tried to figure out where to start. Then, he spoke up. “Well, are you going to do anything?”

“Not if you keep up that attitude, I won’t,” I snapped back. “You sure do love using your mouth tonight, might as well put it to use.”

He furrowed his brows in confusion only to perk up as I began to shed my shirt, popping button after button of my blouse until I was able to throw it onto the floor, adding to the mess he had already created. Then came my shoes, which I kicked off to the side, followed by my pants, leaving me in only underwear. Then, I climbed onto the bed again and grabbed his face harshly, squeezing his cheeks so his lips were puckered. His eyes widened with excitement, and it made me chuckle a bit.

“You’re certainly eager tonight, even with that mouth of yours,” I said, placing a kiss to his lips, “miss mommy that much?” A high-pitched chirp passed his lips, and I grinned. “Now, are you going to work for your reward, or are you going to make this hard?” When he stayed silent, I continued, my voice low as I moved to kiss the rough skin of his throat. “Are you gonna let mommy ride your face?”

Tomura nodded, and it was much more excited than I’m sure he intended it to be. I moved and placed my knees on either side of his head, and I had barely had enough time to run my fingers through his hair before he lunged forward, licking a stripe up my clothed pussy. I let out a shuddering sigh of content followed by a low, deep moan when he did it again. When was the last time he had helped me get off instead of my own hands and toys? He was so warm underneath me, his cheeks flushed and breathing heavy enough to send heat up to me.

Before he could move forward again, I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pushed him down into the bed. He whined, but I ignored it. “Give me a second, baby. Just one second.”

He stayed still, and I let go of him. I then reached down and pushed my panties to the side, giving him new skin to touch. He loved it when I still wore underwear when we fucked, saying it ‘just added something to it.’ I certainly didn’t mind the extra coverage, even if it wasn’t anything sexy considering I had been at work.

Once I was comfortable, I grabbed his hair again, softer this time, and lowered myself onto his mouth. He stayed still, knowing not to move, and when I mumbled to go, he wasted no time in getting to work. His tongue found my clit almost immediately, circling it at an excruciating pace that made me groan quietly. I should have known he would try something like this, I thought as he moved down, pressing a flat tongue against my opening before dipping into it slowly. The wet sounds that came from the action made things so much better, but I could already feel myself getting fed up. I didn’t want to wait, I wanted him to work, so I vocalized it. “Tomura, baby, if you don’t go faster, you’re not cumming tonight.”

He chirped in distress and pushed farther up, lapping at me like he was a starving man and I was the only meal in sight, and when he began to get tired, I ground against his face, making him moan onto me, a deep groan that sent sparks through my stomach.  When we had first started, he was completely inexperienced, only knowing the basics from the porn he watched, but porn was nothing like real life, and I was there to teach him that. Luckily for me, Tomura was always up for eating me out whenever given the opportunity, he loved to serve me as much as he loved to take, and he showed his devotion like this. He took his time, but moved quickly, pressing all the right spots. He had my body memorized at this point, and when I came, he didn’t let up until I pulled away, making sure I reached the utmost pleasure.

When I finally did pull away, the sight was something worthwhile. He laid gasping up at me, his face thoroughly flushed a pale red that crawled down his chest. His lips, chin, and nose were covered in a thin layer of my fluids mixed with his spit. His eyes pled for me to praise him, tell him that he was doing good, and I was happy to oblige.

“You look so pretty like this, doll,” I said, pressing a kiss to his cheek as I traced my hand along his bulge. “Are you all worked up just for me?” Tomura nodded hastily, letting out a sigh of content as I rubbed him softly. “You’re mommy’s little boy, aren’t you, Tomu?” He nodded again and kissed back feverishly when I pressed my lips to his. “Say it, then. Say it for me, baby.”

“I’m your little boy, mommy,” he cried out, letting out a high-pitched moan as I drew him out of his pants, my fingers dancing along the head of his dick. “I’m all yours, I promise.”

I laughed. “All mine? Really?”

He nodded, his breath hitching as I moved down and took him into my mouth. “All yours- ah- ahh-“ He pulled at his restraints and let out a chirp as I pressed forward until my nose touched his hipbone. He bucked up to match my movement, but I grabbed his hips and pushed him down.

I pulled off of him with a pop. “Stay still,” I growled and moved back down. He let out a full-body shudder, and when I looked up at him, his eyes were rolled back, lips parted in a silent moan, and his arms pulling against his ropes to no avail.

“Please, I just-“ he bucked his hips again, and I growled lowly with his cock still in my mouth, making him cry out in ecstasy only to whine when I let go of him.

“I told you to stay still,” I grumbled as I reached for one of the toys I had brought out. He stiffened at the sound of something vibrating and watched me as I slid a pretty, pink cockring down to the base of his cock. He tensed and then let out the prettiest sound, throwing his head back at the stimulation.

I grabbed his face and forced him to look at me. He panted, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he stared up at me. I pressed my thumb against his jaw and opened his mouth a bit more. He blinked blearily, confused, and then let out a surprised chirp when I spit directly into his mouth.

“Swallow it.” He complied, making a show of closing his mouth and swallowing loudly. He looked away out of embarrassment, making me chuckle. “You said you were all mine, babydoll. Are you going to listen to me now?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy,” I cooed. He preened at the statement, arching his back up towards me. I slid my hands up his chest to his throat and held the sides, restricting his blood flow as I pressed another kiss to his lips. He hummed lowly, a low whine of need. “Alright, you get to choose now. Do you want me to ride you or fuck you, Tomu?”

I let go of his throat so he could speak easier, but he didn’t respond, merely staring at me, conflicted. “I- I don’t know-“ he choked out. “I-“

A plan set itself in my head, and I gave him a devious smirk. “Do you want both? Do you not want to choose?” He stuttered, not knowing what to say. “Just a yes or no, baby.” He paused before nodding. “I need words.” I dragged my thumb across his bottom lip, pulling it down and watching it pop back into place.

“Yes, please, mommy, both.”

I grinned and pulled away, climbing off the bed. My strapon was a thick, blue one that I had finally decided to buy after eyeing it for a few days. I never really used it on myself, preferring to make Shiggy a sobbing mess underneath me with it. Once I had even convinced him to ride it; the images still sit in the back of my mind every time I grab it, his soft whines as he rode slowly only to yelp when I bucked up into him at a pace faster than he would have been able to handle.

After stepping in and strapping it to myself tightly, I pulled Tomura’s pants off completely, letting them fall to the already dirty floor with a soft thump. Then, I moved back to my dresser to grab a bottle of lube, flipping it a few times as I watched him. He was panting as his bright red eyes met mine. He was trembling faintly, tugging lightly at the restraints as his cock twitched at the stimulation from the vibrations.

I walked over and climbed between his legs, grinning as I spread them to fit me. He was already leaking slick – something I had forgotten he produced during this time. I didn’t even have to lube my fingers before pressing at his entrance. He moaned lowly and then shut his mouth, looking away as I pushed a finger in. The warmth he provided was incredible, practically inviting me in. It made a loud, wet sound when I pulled out, and I watched him for his reaction.

He let out a shuddering breath but refused to meet my eyes, his face flushing even deeper with embarrassment.

“What’s wrong,” I mused, dipping into him again but this time with a second finger. “What are you embarrassed about?”

He didn’t answer, so I slapped his outer thigh with my free hand. “I- I don’t know,” he grumbled, glancing at me before looking away again.

I raised my body, moving my face towards his while pushing my fingers in until I was knuckle-deep, pushing slick out as I went in. “Look at me, baby.”

He hummed out an ‘uh-uh.’ I curled my fingers, and he let out a moan, his mouth still shut.

“Look at me, baby,” I purred. When he still refused to look, I took to grabbing his face again, forcing him to look at me. My fingers began to move at a steady pace, pumping in and out of him. “Do we need to do the mirror exercise again, or are you going to look at mommy while she fucks you?”

The mirror exercise in question was an exercise in self-confidence that he was subjected to quite often. I would set us in front of a floor-length mirror and fuck him while forcing him to watch so he could see how pretty he looked like this. I was quite a fan of it; he was not so much.

He shook his head. “I don’t want to.” Insecurity laced his voice, and I paused my movements, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his cheek, followed by his forehead, nose, and then mouth.

“Please, bub,” I whispered, pressing another kiss to his jaw. “Let me see your pretty, red eyes. Be a good, little boy for mommy.”

His eyes flickered to mine and then away a few times before he huffed and nodded. “I’ll be your good boy.”

I grinned, moving back down. “Then, let me see those eyes, and let me hear your moans, babydoll.”

I surged my fingers forward, and he let out a loud moan at the action. I sucked a hickey onto his inner thigh as I added a third finger, prepping him fully. When I pulled out, noticing how close he looked to cumming, he followed my moves, silently pleading with me to go back, to let him finish. In response, I lined up my cock to him.

My soaked hand crawled up him and pressed against his lips, slowly forcing their way inside. “Open up,” I said, and he did, opening his mouth wide. I pushed my fingers in, curling them around his bottom teeth before letting go. “Suck.” He complied, and I watched, mesmerized as he pulled them farther into his mouth, sucking slowly and running his tongue along my fingers. “Good boy,” I cooed.

He chirped before mumbling something against my fingers. I pulled them out, grinning at the pop they made. He mumbled something again, but I still couldn’t hear.

“What do you need, doll?”

He hesitated before responding in a quiet voice. “Can you spit in my mouth again?”

My brain took a few moments before what he said registered fully. I let out a loud laugh and nodded enthusiastically. “Open your mouth, then.”

He paused and then opened wide, encouraged by my thumb helping drag it open. My other hand gripped his throat as I made him wait in anticipation. He looked like he didn’t believe I would do it before I raised myself off of him a bit and spit, smiling when I watched it hit the back of his throat.

He instinctively shut his mouth and swallowed, a small smile climbing on his face that was quickly replaced with a lewd look as I pushed the tip of my cock into him. He cried out and pulled roughly on the ropes. I almost wanted to take them off, wanting to feel his nails dig into my back, but this sight was nearly as good.

I braced his hips with one hand, the other still pressing against his throat, and then I snapped into him completely. He let out a broken moan followed by a sob, and tears gathered in his eyes at the feeling of being so full so fast. I pulled out slowly and then snapped in again, receiving the same reaction.

Then, I paused, waiting until he sighed, telling me that he was ready, and then, I set at a brutal pace, plunging into him again and again, reveling in the sounds he made. His cock twitched and twitched, and so I wrapped my hand right above the ring and stroked him to the pace of my thrusts.

“Aghh- ahh- mommy-“ he mewled, “please, please, please, let me cum, mommy, please. I’ll do anything! I’ll be your good little boy, please.” I put my fingers in his mouth again, holding his jaw open as I slammed into him again. He cried against my fingers but kept his eyes open, though they kept fluttering between open and closed. Then, I hit something inside of him that made him throw his head back, clenching his fingers into fists as he yelled. “Please,” he whined against my fingers, “please, mommy, please.”

I hummed and chuckled lowly, leaning forward to nip against his jaw. “Go ahead, doll. Cum for mommy.”

The reaction as instantaneous. He violently shook as he came, spurting strips of cum onto both of our stomachs as a chorus of ‘thank you’s were yelled against my hand. I didn’t stop fucking him though. If anything, I picked up the pace a bit, hitting that little spot in him again and again if his reaction was anything to go by.

Tears began to gather in his eyes, and he shimmied his hips, trying to get me out, but I persisted. He cried out again as I started stroking his cock again, his recovery period nowhere near done, but he still hardened after a few moments, though tears began to stream down his face at the same time. I mumbled praises against his neck as I went, sucking hickeys into the scarred skin. “You’re doing so well for me, baby. So, so good.”

He sobbed loudly and thanked me again, closing his eyes as more tears fell.

“You’re mommy’s good boy, right, baby? You’re all mine?”

“Ye-e-es, mommy,” he whined against my fingers.

“Are you going to let mommy ride your cock?”

He chirped and shook his head. “It’s too much. I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can,” I purred, pulling out of him slowly. “I know you can, darling, because you’ve missed me so much. When’s the last time you’ve been inside me? I know you’ve missed it.”

He choked out another sob and nodded. “Anything for you, mommy. I’m all yours.”

I switched the cockring to a higher vibration setting, and he tensed his entire body. “You look so pretty like this, Tomu. You’re such a pretty crier.” He shook his head at the statement and sniffled. “Yes, you are, so pretty, and all for me.” The strapon was easy to slip off, and the thud it made against the floor alerted him of what was next. I straddled him effortlessly and lined him up to my entrance, rubbing him gently against my lips. “Such a little whore. Mommy’s little whore.” He preened at the name and sucked in a deep breath as I sunk onto him. “Let me see your eyes, baby.”

His eyes fluttered open and practically rolled into the back of his head as I began to ride him. It wasn’t a fast pace, relatively slow compared to the last activity, but he came in only a few seconds without warning, yelling apologies as he did so. I only laughed in response and then moaned as the vibrating cockring hit my clit in a delicious way.

Tomura was shaking his head again, crying as I rode him and tugging on the restraints to no avail, but he hadn’t said our safeword, so I knew he was fine. “I can’t take anymore, mommy. I can’t do it.”

“Yes, you can, doll,” I replied, gripping his throat again. “I just need you to cum one more time for me. Just one more.” He shook his head, but I nodded, picking up speed. He felt so fucking good inside of me, and the vibrations added just the right amount of pressure to where I knew I wouldn’t last long. I was just waiting for him. “You feel so good in me, baby. Do you like how I feel? Do you like being my little whore? My cumslut?”

He nodded. “I do! I do!”

I leaned down and kissed him forcefully, pushing my tongue against his and moaning around his mouth. He chirped loudly and pulsed, and I could tell that the wet sounds we were making were getting to him. “Are you going to cum in me? Going to let me cum around your cock?” He nodded quickly and chased my lips when I pulled away. Strings of saliva connected the two of us, and the sight of it made me even more excited. “Let me feel you, Tomu. Cum for me, baby.”

He yelled out, shook forcefully, and then came, and the feeling of him filling me, the warmth of it all, sent me overboard. I was cumming, too, clenching around him and sucking him dry as my face dropped quickly, and I bit him on the juncture between his neck and shoulders where his scent glands were, sealing that he was mine. My property. He sobbed loudly but smiled into me when I pulled up and kissed him again, biting his bottom lip as I pulled away. My hips finally came to a stop, and when I pulled off of him, fluids dripped out of me and onto his pale skin quickly. Then, I turned off the ring and pulled it off of him, much to his relief.

Tomura sucked in a few deep breaths and closed his eyes, sniffling every now and then as I moved to clean the both of us up. I dragged a towel against his skin gently first and then wiped myself off. Next, I reached over and untied the ropes around his wrists. His arms dropped limply once freed, and he didn’t move them. I had almost believed he was asleep for a few moments, but then, his red eyes peered open and met mine.

“Thank you,” he croaked, reaching his hand out to mine. I took it and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

“Come on, do you want a shower? It’ll make you feel better.”

He nodded and lifted himself slowly, groaning at the feeling. “Can you help me,” he whimpered.

I wrapped my arm around his waist and led him up. “I certainly could have gone nicer on you.”

He chuckled, and I did too. “No, I enjoyed it. Thank you.”

I rolled my eyes and kissed his shoulder, leading him to the bathroom. “Maybe a bath would be more relaxing.”

“Either way, I think you fucked my heat right out of me.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.”

[koolkat9]

In the Deep (Ch. 5)

How Does He Know You Love Him?

In a matter of days, I was right as rain again. Although it was nice for Ludwig to come to visit me in bed, I was excited to get out of that room and back near the sea. Also, knowing I wouldn’t have to worry about Ludwig drying up was another benefit of our regular spot. I still couldn’t shake the sounds of his gasps from my mind. Unfortunately, there was more than that to worry about. Ever since that night with Ludwig in the tub, ignoring my feelings for him had become difficult and there was no more hiding of the fact that I had fallen in love.

“Have you ever been in love?” I asked Francis carefully over breakfast. Francis was the last person I wanted to be talking to about this, but it wasn’t like I knew anyone else around. Though, the sight of him almost choking on his water made it a bit more bearable.

“What has brought this on?” 

“Fine…” I gulped not wanting to say what I was about to. “You were right,” I whispered.

“Quoi? I didn’t hear you.”

I groaned, burying my face into my hands. “You were right. I think I love Ludwig.”

“Ah! C’est bon,” Francis exclaimed, practically bouncing in his seat. Maybe I should have just suffered in silence. Now the frog could brag and tease me to his heart's content, knowing he was right and possibly.

“Yeah, Yeah. Now about your love life. Do you have a partner?”

Francis’ smile faltered slightly, his eyes becoming somewhat sad. “Oh..oui. Two to be exact. We’re all engaged actually. Hopefully, they’ll keep their damn promise and sit down with me to plan the wedding once they get home from their fishing trip.”

“You miss them?” I asked without really thinking. It wasn’t like I cared for Francis, it was only a natural question. Seeing him sad definitely didn’t make me feel bad. Not at all.

“Yes. Very much. But that’s what it's like when you’re in love.”

I tried to push back a smile, but I still felt the corners of my mouth twitch. Who knew he could be so...sentimental...dare I say sweet. But this talk about missing people was bringing up some unpleasant feelings of my own so I figured it was best to move on. “I guess. So...How exactly did you guys end up together?”

“Oh, it's such a romantic story!” 

So the first of the two he met was his childhood friend Antonio. They apparently had shared their first kiss, but didn’t actually start dating until after their schooling. Shortly after that, they moved in together as Francis had inherited the inn from his parents and Antonio had started a fishing business. While out on one of his fishing excursions, Antonio came across their other partner, Gilbert, who was shipwrecked. But there seemed to be more to it. When Francis talked about this part of the story, he seemed hesitant, almost like he had to think about what he had to say. It felt off to me, but I didn’t say anything. I just needed to see that he wasn’t just all talk when it came to love. Francis went on, explaining how Antonio and Gilbert got close during that trip and they fell in love. Antonio brought Gilbert home to introduce him to Francis and the three became instant friends. Soon enough Francis also started to fall for Gilbert and he eventually confided in Antonio about it. Antonio who had also started with feelings proposed they try and court Gilbert together. 

“One thing led to another,” Francis sighed dreamily, “and we started dating and got engaged about a year and a half later.”

“That’s...quite the story.”

“Yes. They come home in about two weeks.” Francis suddenly sprung up. “Oh Arthur, you’ll be able to meet them. We could even have a double date with you and Ludwig.”

I rolled my eyes. “Ludwig and I aren’t even dating so don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Ah, right,” Francis said, taking a seat once more. “Well if you want my advice-”

“I don’t.” I did. And he knew it.

“Just be honest with him Arthur. I’m pretty sure he likes you too.”

My cheeks went warm at the comment. It's not like I hadn’t considered Ludwig returning my feelings, but it couldn’t be that easy. Could it? Francis must have picked up on my hesitation as he went on to add, “All you can do is try.”

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The salty sea air filled my lungs as I took a deep breath. ‘All you can do is try,’ echoed through my mind as I cautiously made my way across the rocky path. Ludwig turned towards me, practically glowing in the sunlight, stopping me in my tracks. I probably stared for a bit too long. 

“Guten Abend,” he greeted with a small smile.

“Ah...y-yes good evening,” I stuttered out. 

“Are you going to sit?” Ludwig asked after a moment. 

Mentally kicking myself for being so awkward, I sat down next to him, but I was unable to meet his gaze.

“Everything okay?”

“Just peachy.”

“Okay…” He didn’t seem to believe me, but at the same time, he didn’t ask further. “So...any questions for today?”

Thank goodness, something normal. I had welcomed the distraction until I realized I had nothing to ask except for one topic. That topic was part of what had me so on edge in the first place. Then again, asking about mating rituals of his kind would be educational, normal, and possibly give me the confidence I needed. 

“Y-Yes...we’ve covered almost everything b-but...there is one more thing...we talked about it a little bit a few nights ago-”

“Just spit it out Arthur,” Ludwig interjected sharply.

“Mating Rituals. Does your kind have any mating rituals?”

His cheeks flushed and shoulders stiffened. “M-Mating rituals?” he sputtered.

“Yes...You don’t have to share anything you don’t want to. I just…”

“It's okay.” His voice was too high-pitched for me to believe that, but I let him continue. “Well...There’s..um...Sorry...I’m not the most experienced with this stuff.”

“Don’t worry. Just do what you can.”

With a breath, Ludwig went on. “Well...I better start at the beginning. Usually the more...I guess...masc-...wait no...dominant ones of our species will start building nests with all kinds of plants and coral they can find. Some go for comfort, some make it more decorative, or a mix in between. It's all to attract a mate. It used to be used as...y-you know…” His gaze shifted awkwardly down to his lap, his blush creeping down his neck. “To have babies. But it's not like that anymore. At least not solely...for childbearing I mean but-”

“I get the picture,” I coughed awkwardly. Not that the idea of having sexual relations with Ludwig never crossed my mind (if anything it crossed my mind a little too much), but to talk so openly about it gave me anything but confidence. “Anything else?” 

“There is a calling in our language. It is a certain pattern of chirps and clicks that also attract potential mates. Once we find someone, we further engage in conversation and go from there.”

“Do you mind showing me?” I asked, “the call I mean.”

“Oh...uh...s-sure.” Ludwig looked a bit unsure, but proceeded anyway. He sounded almost like a dolphin, but it was still distinct enough. I found my cheeks heating up, my mind thinking what it would be like if he was calling to me like that. I shook my head, patting my cheeks to get rid of their colour. I didn’t need him getting suspicious. 

“What about you?” Ludwig questioned.

“What?”

“What kind of rituals does your kind have?”

I was surprised that he was asking now too. He never asked for prior questions. For a moment I allowed myself to hope, to think that this meant he liked me too. And I answered: “Hmm...there are a few though not everyone uses the same ones. But basic ones? There is the ritual of giving gifts like flowers, chocolates, jewelry…”

“Like my bracelet?” Ludwig’s eyes met mine. I felt like I just backed myself into a corner and more words got trapped in my throat. My gaze fell to the water. 

“I...um...ah...tech...I…well…”

“Arthur?” His hand found my shoulder, constricting my throat further. This was my chance, I had narrowed a confession down to one word.

“N-No,” I said instead. “Gifts can be for a variety of reasons. This one was out of guilt and...friendship.” At least it wasn’t a complete lie. 

“Oh…” His face fell, looking almost disappointed. “Anything else?”

“Well, then we go on a date which means we go to a restaurant or some other venue and get to know each other. Then there is the first kiss.”

“First kiss?” Ludwig asked with a quirked brow.

“Uh...Yes...Like, when you press your lips together and…”

“I think you need to show me.”

I swore I almost broke my neck when I turned back to him.“What?”

“Show me.” There was this intense fire in his eyes as he bore into me. My heartbeat quickened and my breath became short. That sly bugger. 

“I-I guess it can’t be helped,” I squeaked. I cautiously leaned forward, eyes closed, too scared to look. Ludwig ended up meeting me halfway just as I was about to give into my nerves. My eyes snapped open as his lips softly pressed against mine. They were cold, wet, but made me feel warm inside and out. It was like I was on fire, just like that moment from a few nights ago. As the kiss continued, I let my eyes slip closed and pulled him closer by his neck. Oh God, it was better than I could ever imagine. 

Unfortunately, we had to pull away, both of us gasping for breath. I didn’t move far, however, letting our breaths mingle. “I thought you didn’t know what a kiss was,” I joked, pressing my forehead against Ludwig’s.

“Maybe that was a lie,” he laughed sheepishly.

“So...are you going to make me a nest?”

“Shut up,” He hissed before going in for another kiss. 

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this chapter took so long. I had bad writer’s block for it, then I got caught up in ship events here on Tumblr and then university started which is taking up a lot of my time. That being said, updates won’t be as consistent as they once were, but don’t worry, I would never discontinue this story.

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[millytempesta]

Mine and only.

Chapter 1, chapter 2

Paring: Bokuto Koutarou x reader

Rating: smut, lemon, fluff.

Summary: After another date went horribly wrong, all that (y/n) wished for was for the only man in her life that ever understand her, to become a human. Little did she knows that her pet owl wished for the same thing, and that magically their dream became true.

Warnings: This chapter will contain SMUT, so if you are not confortable with it, please don’t read.

A/n:  Here we are at the smutty part, hope you'll like it.

"I want you to have my kids".

Wow that clarified lots.

Red exploded on her face, her legs started shaking and her jaw fell open. She couldn’t find the force to speak, so after long minutes of silence and lots of fish-like movements, the now very nervous owl-like-man, started mumbling under his breath with an adorable pout. "I searched the meaning of your sounds this morning, and I found that you are sexual attracted by me, so I searched if humans have heats, but they apparently don't, they just reproduce their self when they find a good partner that they love, and you always says how much you love me, and I love you too, so the only logical thing that came on my mind was to make you my mate, you know, the mating season is near now, and I only want you, I even made a nest for you, it took me all day to make it look perfect, is my way of showing you how serious I am and…” He continued rabling with himself, explaining why she should choose him as a mate, why the nest is so important to him, but none of them were now getting on her head. The confession he made was so quick that she almost lost it, but she didn’t, and now she started thinking about the last couple of weeks spent with a human Bo. Owl Bo was different, he had always been her world, he always knew how to make her smile in the worst days. She gives up her hopes when, after another person stubbed her on the back, he showed her that not all people were bad, that no matter what he would have always been there for her. She found herself wondering how things would have been easier if he would be human, the only man in her life that did ever understand her. But now that this happened, she didn’t know how to feel. Every time she had impure thoughts about the man, a picture of her owl pet came into her mind, as a reminder that this was not a human, but an animal in a human body.

But then, why couldn’t she stop these thoughts Why couldn’t she stop thinking that since his transformation, her life seemed brighter? Why couldn’t she stop thinking about his angelic smile? Why couldn't she stop her excitement to finish work and go back home to her lovely Bo, who will be there waiting for her, with his beaming smile and huge arms ready to cuddle her? Why couldn’t she stop waiting for his calls during the day, to check on her and hearing how much the boy was missing her? Why couldn’t she stop thinking about Bo?

Her Bo.

The one that made her heart skip a bit every time he said ‘I love you’ with that expression, the one that she knew he really meant it. The one that made her skin hot every time he kissed her neck, hugging her from behind while she was cooking. The one that made her mind fuzzy every time they went to bed, and stared at each other in the eyes without a world needed. The one that only saw her in his life, and the one that she only saw on hers. The one that now was asking her to be only his. Who was she to deny it to him?

She didn’t know how she now found herself on his arms - not that she cared at this point - kissing the only man that she ever loved. Parting to breath, they locked eyes together, and all her doubts washed away, when in his gold eyes she only found love, care and infinite admiration for her. With a whisper, almost afraid to break the moment, Bo caressed her cheek. “I knew from the day you saved me that we were destined to be together. I chose you as my life mate that day (Y/n)... And there is not even one day that I’m regretting that decision. Now that I’m finally able to express my feelings, let me show you how much I love you. Let me thank you for coming in my life. Let me give you all of me, forever”. Tears started forming in her eyes, no words could describe how happy and loved she felt in that moment, and no words were needed for the man to understand that she felt the same. Caressing her cheek lovling, he kissed away her tears. Strong arms picked her up from the floor and positioned her in the center of his nest. ‘He made this for me’, taking a look around, she could see all the effort put in the fluffy surrounding. It was so warm and soft, reminding her of his hugs. With loving eyes, she took a hold of his face “This is perfect Bo, I really love it, I wish I could never leave this nest”. A huge grin spreaded on the man’s face, having received the confirmation that he needed, and puffing his ego even more. “You can stay here as long as you want, I made it for you” he said kissing the palm of her hands. She moved her face closer to his, stopping only a few centimeters from him, brushing their lips together.

“Only if you’ll stay here with me”. One of her hands went to stroke his muscular back, while the other one went into his hair, eliciting a purr-like sound from him. “Always” he closed the small space between their lips, kissing her so deliciously. It didn’t take much for the kiss to get more steamy, a dance of tongue making her head so light. How was he so good at it? Not even two weeks ago he wasn’t even human! Not that was important in this moment, when their wet muscles fought for dominance. With a squeeze of his hand on her side, she let him finally win, surrounding herself completely to the man on top of her, moaning in his mouth, making a shiver run on the man’s back.

“I like it, do it again” he whispered, moving his lips from her neck, down on her jaw line, leaving small kisses all around. Not receiving what he asked for, he experimentally bited a spot between her neck and shoulder, getting rewarded by a breathless moan. Excited from the discovery, he started suking, biting and licking the same place, receiving more vocal response from the shaking woman under him. “B-Bo please…”

Oh fuck, her voice, so fragile, calling his name, made him react instantly, bucking his hips against hers, groaning on her neck. Locking her legs around his middle, she pulled him against her, searching for the same friction again and again, loving the sensation of his hard cloted member on her wet cloter core. Getting the hint, he started humping on her, roaming his hands around her body, in search for more needed contact. With an annoyed sound, he separated from her, causing her to whine from the loss of warmth and friction. She didn’t had enough time to question his actions, when the man roughly ripped off the shirt from her body, making buttons fly everywhere in the room. “BO!”, a shout came from her, shocked by his action. “Sorry, sorry, I just need you so much right now, I’m getting crazy”. Taking a hold of her trousers, he junk them off her body, groaning at the view of the wet pack on her underwear. He spread her legs, putting his face near her core and sniffing the sweet scent coming from her, making his dick stirr on his boxer. When did he take off his clothes too?

“Booo, don’t sniff it, it’s dirty…” Feeling so exposed she tried to hide her parts, but he was quick to block her hands. With an hurt expression, he pouted at her. “Don’t, you are so perfect, let me see all of you”. How could he still be such a sweet cute puppy, when his face was hovering her drenched pussy? Her train of thoughts got interrupted by him shoving his face on her core, his nose poking her clit, taking a long inhalation of her scent. “Fuck, your smell is making me crazy… I need more”. Ripping off her underwear, he didn’t give her time to complain this time, shoving his tongue inside of her, making her back separate from the ground. “OH FUCK-Nhhhhhh”. Her hands shoot on his hair, gripping on them for her dear life. “You taste so fucking good (Y/n)”. Taking a hold of her legs, he shoved them on his muscular shoulders, lifting her lower body from the ground, giving him more access to her wet treat. Wet slurping sounds, mixed with his groans and her moans, filled up the small flat. Her first orgasm arrived without any warning, making her eyes rolling back hand her hips pucking on his mouth. He moaned into her pussy, feeling her inside twitch around his tongue. He made sure to lick until the last drop of her juice, helping her ride down her pick.

Gently pulling her back on the soft nest, he took off his underwear, making his hard member bounce out. Shock filled her eyes. How was she supposed to put that in her? Would he even fit? Feeling her doubts, he quickly made his way back on top of her, wrapping his arms around her much smaller form, leaving kisses on her face. “We don’t have to do it, I would never force you to continue… Just say it and we can just cuddle for the rest of the night”. How could she even think of refusing the man, when he was giving her that cute puppy face? Caressing his face, she left a small peck on his lips “I trust you, I know you will never hurt me”. Making her way to his neck with small kisses, she moved her hand down his abs. Stopping on the sweet spot on his neck, she left a mark there, making the man’s breath shake. Moving her hand lower, she gently caressed his member, squeezing lightly around it, making him moan her name. After a couple of small pumps, he started bucking his hips on her hand, groaning on her neck.

“Bo…” she whispered in his ear, aligning his member to her core, “I want you”. Locking his eyes on her (e/c) ones he started pushing inside of her. A moan escapes both at the sensation. (Y/n) grabbed his hand, searching for as much skin contact as she could. At any signs of discomfort he would stop, giving her time to adjust to his size. Once fully in, a long hot breath escapes him “It feels so warm inside of you”. She never felt this full. So magnificently full. She needed more. Moving her hips against him, a loud moan made his way from both of them, giving him the hint that he could move.

He started very slow, testing the water, but soon he started taking a pace, incited by her ‘more’’s and ‘faster’’s pleads. Scratching his scalp, (Y/n) pulled him for a kiss, moving her hips on time with him. “Boooo”, hid name sounded so good moaned in his ears by her honey voice. With a guttural groan, he took hold of her side and pulled her on his lap, giving him more access to her insides. This new position made him reach her sweet spot inside, making her scream in delight and squeeze him more. Feeling her body spasmed, he knew she was close, and so was he, so he started moving faster, hugging her tighter. “No one else can touch you but me, you are my mate (Y/n), only mine” he said while speeding up his trusts. “Booo!” His name was the only thing she could think of, not having enough oxygen on her body from the hard trusts of the man that she loved so much. “Say it, say you are only mine” he growled in her ears. “I-I’m yours, only- Aaah- only yours”.

With that, her second orgasm came, stronger than the first, making her body shake on the man’s hold. With a silent scream her inside started milking the man’s cock, making him come after a couple of more hand trusts with a scream of her name. Gently, he laid her down, slowly pulling out, making (Y/n) whine from the feeling of emptiness. With a chuckle he kissed her forehead “I need to clean you up, just wait one second okay?”. Moving to the bathroom, he came back with a wet cloth, softly cleaning her up, carefully to not hurt her. He then cleaned himself too, and went to take some clothes for them to wear.

After dressing up, he finally leaned down with her, pulling her tired body on top of his, hugging her tightly. “I love you (Y/n)” he softly whispered on the crown of her head, leaving small kisses there. “I looOOoove you more Bo” she says back, nuzzling her head in the crook of his neck. They soon fall asleep, on eachothers arms, with a warm sensation of love in their hearts. Being Bo’s mate was the best thing (Y/n) could ask for, he never made her miss anything. He even found a passion for volleyball, getting a job as a coach in a school. Thanks to that, he started taking her out on dates and buying her lots of sweet gifts. But most of all, it gave them the opportunity to buy a new house, a bigger one, with a couple of extra rooms ready to hospity the twin that were due for the next spring. Haru and Akina -their spring treasure- born on a warm sunny day, the best day of her life if you ask (Y/n). Bo almost passed out from her screaming, but he stopped himself at the first cry of his first newborn. They both were a perfect mixture of both of their parents; Goldish owl-like eyes, (H/c) hair, and (s/c) faces with a beautiful big smile like their father. They both were mama’s kids, much to Bo’s displase, who now and then started sulking from the loss of attention from his mate. But it didn’t last long usually, a promise of a heated night, always took his grin back.

Putting aside the jealousy, Bo was the best dad your kids could ask for, and for her, after a year past putting away saving, the best husband she could have asked for. Looking back, she thanked everyday all the decisions that took her, in that morning, into that part of the park, where the cutest and best horned owl she ever saw, was calling for her, and she runned to him without hesitation.

[bluemoonbeam15]

Do you ever wonder how Flik and Atta made up after the rebellion night, and how they admitted their feelings for the other? Cause I’d like to see how your picture that scene. :O

I've thought about it quite a bit. Honestly, the way Flik and Atta's dynamic work prior to that night is something that could easily be torn down once the confessions came into play on Atta's part.

I need to stop trying to explain things and just write XD I can usually get my point across through story-telling better than analysis anyhow

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Flik struggled to gather his bearings. Once the screams had finally muted, everything came rushing to him at once. He had forced himself to keep a strong composure while Hopper aimed to strangle him to death. Now that the danger was gone, his mind was running rampant on trying to process everything.

He barely noticed the hand on his shoulder until she spoke, "Are you okay? I can't believe you did that." Atta seemed stunned as she regarded his bruises. "You could have died."

Something about the way she spoke made Flik furrow his brow, "Yeah, I know...b-but it was the only way...to save the colony." He gave a mirthless laugh while trying to rub the tremors out of his hands, "You'd do the same thing."

Her antennae twitched, but the details were blurred from the adrenaline coursing through him. She didn't respond to his comment, though, which was something he managed to take note of. "Are you alright?"

She smiled small before it faltered, "Yeah, I'm fine. You shouldn't worry about me, though. Look at you! You've got bruises all over you!"

He didn't reply right away. It was hard enough already to even his breathing. Images kept replaying in his head while still trying to come to terms with what transpired. One image lingered a second longer than the others.

"Thank you."

Atta gave him a quizzical look, "For what?"

"You came back for me," Flik met her gaze, "if it weren't for you, Hopper would've flown off to God knows where with me. You saved my life...so, thank you. A-And before that, too, when you stood up to Hopper. Thank you for that." He gave a small laugh and looked away shyly, "I have a lot of things to thank you for."

She pulled her hand away and stared down at her lap. "You're the one I should be thanking. We never would've made it this far without you. Actually...we'd still be serving the grasshoppers if it weren't for you."

"Well, you put a lot of faith in me to go find help. I don't think you understand how much that encouraged me, Princess."

Atta bit her lip, not able to meet his gaze. The rain was still coming down hard and the bird was still a threat to take into consideration. "We should head back to the colony."

He watched her stand, puzzled. The princess lifted him by the arm and draped it around her shoulders. Flik desperately wanted to say something. Anything to make sure he hadn't said something wrong. But Atta had closed herself off now if her expression was anything to go by.

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They sat in silence in the infirmary. Dr. Flora was too busy tending to Flik's wounds to notice the tense atmosphere in the dugout. The two had barely spoken to each other since leaving the bird's nest. Luckily for them, the Circus Bugs had continued their pursuit once they got themselves unstuck and with Slim in tow again. It made getting back to the Island much easier since Atta didn't have to carry Flik.

"I'll have to get some more comfrey root from storage," she patted Flik's shoulder before hurrying out. "Keep that foot elevated!" she called behind her.

He laid back on the rock. Why wasn't Atta talking to him? Did he do something wrong? Was she hurt? That raindrop hit them pretty hard--

"I'm sorry," came her meek response.

Flik blinked over at her. She kept her head bowed, the crown laid beside her. He didn't know what to say, so he remained silent in hopes that she'd elaborate on her apology.

Eventually, she spoke up again, "I'm sorry I lied to you...I didn't send you off because I had faith in you. I...I did it to keep you from making things worse around the Island." She squeezed her eyes shut, "I'm sorry."

It would be an understatement to say that hurt. And for a moment he couldn't wrap his head around it. Out of everything that had transpired, finding out his endeavor had been supported by ill-will was devastating.

Flik struggled to speak, "You...you didn't have any faith in me at all? Not even a little?"

A few heartbeats went by... "I'm sorry," she repeated as tears streaked down.

To his surprise, the devastation morphed into a small flame. "So...what? My idea...my...m-my bravery--I actually stood up to Hopper, Princess. I-I risked my life for this colony and you're telling me that throughout all of that not a single one of you had faith in me?"

"Flik--"

"No, Princess, please, let me be heard for once," Flik wished he had the strength to pace and get his thoughts together. "I finally did something right for once in my life," his voice caught in his throat. "A-And now...do you still not have faith in me? Am I still nothing but a screw-up to you?"

"Flik, you've done something amazing--"

"Oh, so that's how this works, now," he was scaring himself by how much heat was building inside him. This entire night had been nothing short of a roller coaster that he just wanted to get off of. "As long as I keep proving that I'm not a piece of dirt, you'll appreciate me. I...I-I'm only worth as much as I can do." He gave a mirthless laugh, "I guess Hopper was onto something...I'm lower than dirt."

Atta finally walked over to him, "Flik, please, that's not what I'm saying. You...you saved this colony! We're all proud of you! You...you..." she was at a loss for words.

Flik gave her a knowing look, "I proved you wrong," he supplied. "Maybe I'm just overthinking, but I don't feel very heroic knowing that even my success was a mistake. For the first time, I felt like I was a part of something when making that bird. Everyone accepted me. And none of you were even expecting me to come back to the Island.

"What if I had died, Princess? Out finding the Circus Bugs? None of you could've cared less. The Queen even said it was a suicide mission and you barely hesitated to send me out there. I thought you had that much faith in my capabilities." He scoffed and looked away from her, "I was an idiot to think you actually trusted me."

Dr. Flora came back into the room, slowing as she took in their expressions. "Do I need to step out?" she backed up a step.

Atta looked a Flik a moment longer before standing, "No, I have to make sure everyone's alright." Without another word, she left the infirmary.

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Okay, so I'm gonna write a part 2 to this since there's just a lot XD

For something like this, I really can't see them having instant forgiveness. Flik poured his heart and soul out to the colony and is finding out that the same people he fought for didn't even believe he could do it.

So, I'll write a second part that (might) have the love confessions. If not, then be ready for a series XD

Thank you so much for the amazing prompt! And I hope you enjoyed this part and the ones to come!

[tripleaxeldiaz]

how easy it would be to show me how you feel

for @hearteyesforbuck <3

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Buck knows it’s Eddie that sits down across from him without even picking his head up from the table. It might be weird that he can recognize his best friend just from the way he inhabits space, but right now he’s thankful for it, especially because he knows it means he won’t be forced to talk or think or move until he’s ready.

24 hour shifts always feel long, but this one felt more like 24 years. Calls were nonstop — so much so that Buck can’t remember the last time he ate — and each one seemed closer to catastrophe than the last. His arms ache from the three people he had to do compressions on, and his leg is stiff and sore after being on his feet more than off of them. By some miracle or good karma, they didn’t lose anyone, but they almost lost too many for Buck to feel like today was actually a success. 

He takes another minute to breathe and enjoy the quiet. Everyone else has left already, and B shift is already out on another call, so there’s a welcome stillness in the loft that he knows won’t linger for long. He lifts his head, resting his chin on his crossed arms, and is met with Eddie in the same position, waiting for him. He does his best to smile, but he knows it’s not up to his usual wattage, can feel that it doesn’t make it to his eyes. He stays still under Eddie’s gaze, his eyes scanning Buck’s face for who knows what — hidden pain, fatigue, emotional distress. Knowing Eddie, it’s probably all three at the same time. But Buck gets to do his own cataloguing — Eddie’s hair still mused from his helmet, the mole below his left eye, the shadow of his stubble growing in — so he can’t complain. After a while, Eddie nudges Buck’s shin under the table with foot, motioning toward the stairs with his head.

“Come on,” he says. “You’re coming home with me.”

“You should really buy a guy dinner first, Eds.” Buck says, because he may be exhausted, but he can’t just let Eddie get away with saying things like that.

Eddie kicks his shin in response as he stands, and Buck hopes it’s enough to distract from the blush starting to grow on his cheeks.

He follows Eddie down the stairs to the locker room, grabbing his bag and heading out to the parking lot. He pauses halfway between Eddie’s truck and his Jeep, anxiety squeezing his insides in a firm grip. Eddie throws his bag in the back of the truck and pauses too when he sees Buck still 10 feet away.

“Look man,” Buck starts, shifting nervously on the balls of his feet. “You had a long shift too, I’m sure you want some alone time. I can just head home and we can—”

“Buck,” Eddie cuts him off. “I invited you over. Chris is at a sleepover tonight, and I don’t really want to be alone right now, and I can tell you don’t either. If you really feel that bad, you can pick up dinner on the way and we’ll call it even.”

They’ve been friends for years, but it still always surprises Buck how well Eddie knows him. He can’t detangle his own mind enough to figure out what he needs half the time, but somehow Eddie always sees through the knots and loops. And he always wants to give him what he needs, never seems put out or annoyed by how much Buck needs sometimes. 

And he doesn’t want to be alone right now. All he wants is to be with Eddie.

“Pizza or tacos?” he asks, and Eddie’s smile rivals the setting sun, loosening the tightness in Buck’s chest and filling it with butterflies instead.

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He’s not sure what he’s expecting when he walks into the Diaz house 45 minutes later, but it’s definitely not a mass of blankets surrounded by pillows on the floor in front of the TV where the coffee table usually is.

He turns to Eddie, who’s admiring his handy work. “You made a nest.”

Eddie nods. “I made a nest.”

“Is pizza allowed in the nest?”

“Pizza is, work clothes are not. You can borrow some sweats if you want.”

Buck hands off the pizza box to Eddie as he heads to his room. He digs through the bottom drawer of the dresser, pulling out a pair of joggers and an old Army hoodie he’s seen Eddie wear a million times. It’s soft and worn and smells like Eddie’s body wash, and he slips it over his head before he can think too hard about it. It’s a little snug over his shoulders, and the pants are a little short, but it’s worth it to feel like he’s surrounded by Eddie.

He goes back to the living room, now only lit by the floor lamp and the glow of the TV. Eddie’s already settled in, propped up on two pillows and wrapped in a quilt. Buck follows his lead, picking a fuzzy blue blanket he knows usually lives at the foot of Christopher’s bed. He pulls the pizza box toward him, and he’s halfway through a slice before he notices the movie Eddie has queued up.

“Hocus Pocus? Eds, it’s August.”

“Excuse you, this movie is good all year round. Plus, you said you hadn’t seen it since you were a kid, so we’re watching it.”

The movie starts before Buck can argue (not that he would), and they fall into a comfortable stream of jokes and commentary. As the movie plays, they subconsciously drift closer and closer together in their nest until they’re barely a hair apart from shoulder to ankle. It feels good, he always feels good when he’s this close to Eddie, but it doesn’t feel like enough, like an itch he can’t quite reach. He wraps the blanket tighter around him, jostling his shoulder until it accidentally slips under Eddie’s and he freezes.

Oh.

There’s the itch. 

Buck swallows, tries not to twitch too much in case he spooks Eddie and he takes his warmth and the pressure away. Their shared heat leeches into his bones, and he feels himself relax for the first time in over a day. It should be pathetic, how much he craves being close to people, but he’s never really felt ashamed about it. It’s how he shows he cares, how he knows others care about him, and whether it was for a minute or for a night, it’s nice to have proof of that. And no matter how much he’s craved in the past, he’s always reached a limit, had his fill and was able to pull away no problem. 

But with Eddie, it’s never enough. The brush of their shoulders when they walk side by side, hip checks as they move around the kitchen at the station, even now, pressed completely in each other’s space, Buck just wants more. Wants to bury himself in as much of Eddie as he can until he can’t feel anything else, because he knows Eddie will keep him safe. He’s the most secure thing Buck’s ever known.

Eddie pauses the movie after Bette Midler sings “I Put a Spell on You,” disentangling himself from the blankets to take the pizza boxes to the kitchen. Buck misses the feel of him as soon as he’s gone, the itch only getting worse. He watches Eddie go, eyes lingering on his arms, wondering how they’d feel wrapped around him instead of a blanket. He knows, sort of — they’ve hugged enough times for him to have experienced being fully enclosed in them. But, like always, he needed more.

He has a thought, then, and he can’t decide if it’s a good one or an absolutely terrible one.

If you want it so bad, why don’t you ask?

And, sure, he could ask, and Eddie would probably go along with it as a “friend thing”, and Buck would get to be wrapped up in Eddie just like he wants, and everything would be fine. But Buck knows, has known since he felt his world shatter when that drill rig came down and buried Eddie alive, that a “friend thing” won’t cut it. He wants everything, and he thinks Eddie might want everything too, if the looks and touches and reluctance to be apart for more than two days is anything to go by.

So he could ask, and it could be fine.

But, it could also be very not fine.

Buck’s still stuck in this loop of what do I do what do I do when Eddie comes back and starts the movie back up. He’s back in his spot from the beginning of the night — only about three inches between them, but it feels like an endless chasm to Buck. Before he can talk himself out of it again, he grabs the remote and pauses the movie, staring straight ahead at the TV. If he looks at Eddie, he knows he’ll back down.

“Hey!” Eddie says. “Come on man, it’s almost over. You can pick the next one, I promise.”

“Eddie,” Buck says, mouth suddenly feeling dry. “I have to ask you something, and...just promise not to laugh, okay?”

“What’s going on, Buck?”

He licks his lips, takes a breath. “Can we cuddle?” he asks in a rush. There’s a second of silence, but it’s enough to send Buck spiraling. “I mean, it can totally be platonic, that’s fine, I just feel like I need it right now? But we don’t have to, it’s fine, forget it, let’s—”

He stops as he feels Eddie’s hand on his arm, turns away from the TV to see him sitting close again, watching him, looking almost as nervous as Buck feels. 

“Can it be...not platonic?” Eddie asks, and Buck feels his stomach swoop down to his knees.

He opens and closes his mouth, trying to get his brain to cooperate, before he finally stutters out, “Really?”

Eddie’s smile is soft and easy. “I don’t make blanket nests for just anyone, you know.”

Buck feels a blush crawl up his neck as he laughs, butterflies going into hyperspeed in his stomach. He shifts towards Eddie until there’s no more room between them and pauses, a little uncertain. Just because this is what he wanted doesn’t mean he knows what the hell to do now that he’s got it.

Eddie takes pity on him though, tugging Buck’s arm so it’s around his waist, rearranging them until Buck’s head is on his chest and he’s completely encircled in Eddie’s arms. He plays the movie again, and it takes a minute for Buck to focus on the rest of the story and not the feel of Eddie’s breath in his hair and the unbelievable contentment that overcomes him. They fall back into their commentary like normal, but now Buck can feel every time Eddie laughs in his own chest, and he’s pretty sure he’s never felt anything so wonderful.

The movie ends and they start The Nightmare Before Christmas (“You said I could pick, you can’t take it back now.”), warm and happy in their cocoon. Buck dozes off halfway through, waking just as the credits roll. He tilts his head back to see Eddie watching him again, his fingers lazily dragging through Buck’s curls. If he were a cat, he’d absolutely be purring.

But because he is who he is, there’s also a trickle of doubt making its way down his spine, the fear that this will all dissolve the minute he walks out the door looming in the back of his mind. He’s finally surrounded by Eddie in every way, and now that he knows what it really feels like, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to let it go. He searches Eddie’s eyes for any sign of regret or discomfort, but all he sees is the same happiness and peace that he feels.

Still. He has to ask. He has to know.

“This isn’t just for tonight, right?”

Eddie just smiles softly, fingers coming down from his curls to trace his jawline, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He stops under Buck’s chin, tilting his head up so their eyes are level. He leans down slowly, probably trying to give Buck an out, but Buck just meets him halfway, his arm around his waist pulling in tighter. It’s a sweet kiss, soft and slow, Eddie’s lips fitting against Buck’s like they were made for it. They somehow fit themselves closer together, lost in the pulls and drags, and Buck thinks he could live in this moment, feeling and tasting and loving Eddie, for the rest of time.

They have to pull away eventually, but Buck keeps his eyes closed and he tries to commit every sensation to memory. He opens them and is greeted by Eddie’s pink cheeks and kiss-swollen lips, and it takes a good amount of self control to not dive right back in.

Eddie’s hand, still under his chin, moves to cup his cheek, tracing softly over the skin under his eye.

“No,” Eddie whispers. “This is for much more than tonight.”

[smol-and-trashy]

Botched Rescue (BnHA vore fic) 5/5

A/N: Honestly, I only posted this because I hate leaving fics unfinished, so now I can finally say, I finished a fic! I’ll probably work on the prey!Dimi fic in the next couple of weeks, so be on the look-out for that! (and then I gotta finish my remaining WIPs... this is why i don’t do multi-chapter stuff, I lose interest way too fast ~sobs~) tw for vomit. 

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Shit shit shit. Hawks' brain immediately went to worst-case scenario. He shoved his fingers back in his throat, gagging and dry heaving, but this time nothing came out. Brown flecked eyes shot open; this couldn't be happening. Okay, calm down, gotta go to plan B: find an emetic. He straightened up and ran to the bathroom. Rummaging through his cabinets, sharp eyes scanning various medications and bottles until he finally laid eyes on what he was looking for, bingo! 

He unscrewed the cap and didn't even bother to correctly measure the medication as he gulped down the syrup until his stomach began to toss and turn. Grabbing hold of the bowl once again, his stomach twisted, and almost automatically, he thew up. Hawks scanned the vomit-covered bowl for any signs of anything living and finally made contact with three multi-color heads of hair. Letting out a sigh he didn't know he was holding, he fishes them out of the bowl, one-by-one. They're limp and barely unconscious, but he can feel their breaths to know that they're alive. Coughing, the green-haired boy, Midoriya, Hawks reminds himself, stumbles a bit before gazing up at the blond and freezes. Never had he seen someone's life deflate from their body so quickly, and if he weren't the one causing the distress, he'd find it a touch amusing. The kids were staring wide-eyed at him as if he were some kind of monster; he didn't care. Right now, relief swept over him, they were alive, and that was the only thing that mattered right now. "Let's get you guys cleaned up." he murmurs, throat raw and scratchy as he gets up to run a clean bowl under water. The students in his free hand stay dead-still; even the loud one wasn't making a single move. Had he scarred them this much? If he was honest with himself, this wasn't the most preferable of outcomes, but he could work with it. He had to. He brings the water-filled bowl back into the bathroom and brings the kids to the lukewarm water. The water was relatively shallow, and he trusted them enough to bathe themselves without drowning. The boys stayed limp in the bowl for a solid minute, shell-shocked over what they just went through, before slowly scrubbing the gunk off their clothes and hair. They looked so stiff, only going through the motions of what was necessary before finally stopping once they deemed themselves 'clean.' Hawks felt a pang of guilt in his chest as he watched, knowing that he'd fucked up. Even though all of this was for the greater good, he had just traumatized three teenagers for the betterment of hero society. Was all of this really worth it? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Izuku stared way up at the giant, fear overwhelming him. Why would Hawks let them out? To toy with them further? His heart thumped heavily in his chest while the winged man loomed over them. To put it simply, the hero looked terrible. Strands of blond hair clung to Hawks' sweaty forehead while he had heavy bags under his triangular ducts. A hand hovered over them before trunk-sized fingers seemed to pause before wrapping themselves around Bakugou; the fiery teen squirmed in Hawks' grasp, yelling obscurities at the man holding him while being moved away from the bowl. Hawks slumped down on the wall, pushing his hair back, and gazed up at the blank ceiling. "Haah, thank god you guys are alive. Thought I miscalculated or something!" he tiredly laughed. "Put me down! You reek!" Bakugou wriggled in the man's grasp, biting and kicking at the fingers enclosed on him. The winged pro hero looked down, yet Bakugou remained undaunted by those sharp eyes, he had no idea what the hero was thinking, but if he was planning on eating them again, he's got another thing coming. Instead of raising him back into the damp maw, nimble fingers worked at the quirk suppressor bracelet on his leg, prying it open with just his thumb and index finger, until a small pop was heard, and they snapped off. "There ya go!" Bakugou stared at the man, for the first time since this ordeal, he was entirely dumbstruck. The birdbrain actually helped him? He couldn't believe it. Before he knew it, he was carefully dropped down into the bowl, and Hawks did the same to Deku and Icy-Hot, their bracelets snapping off with relative ease. Bakugou silently watched from afar, confident that the same thought was nesting in the other students' heads: What the hell? xxxxxxxxxxx There wasn't much discourse between Hawks and the students. Guilt gnawed in his gut; he knew that he did the right thing, but was that really enough? Going by the Midoriya's instinctive shudders with each inflicting touch, he had his answer. No, this is what I trained to do, what I'm supposed to do. Keep civilians and provisional heroes safe, I did my job, completed the mission—yet why do I feel so… hollow? Hawks swallowed down these feelings and moved on, scooping the students and softly pocketing them in the largest bag he could find. He had to focus on getting them back to regular size; that was his primary goal, that had been his goal from the first time he saw them in the Liberation Front's base. Pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind, he left his apartment and took off to the Commission's headquarters, taking in warm breeze rafting through messy blond tufts, trying to fly as smoothly as possible, careful not to jostle the U.A. students too much inside the bag. He made a landing in front of the main building, and after punching in his security card, he barged into the President of Public Safety Commission's office, "Got the students. Do you have the re-sizing villain?" The President narrowed her eyes, "Next time knock, Hawks," she said cooly, before sighing, "Of course, he's in the detainment room. Come with me." Hawks whistled, "Yes, ma'am!" and held the bag a bit closer; he wasn't sure what kind of man the self-proclaimed 'Size Maestro' was, but going by his villain name, his expectations were already low. He was promptly lead into an elevator and then down a long hallway, finally stopping at a room with a brick-headed man staring dully at his cuffs. There he was. The Commission President shoots Hawks a pointed look that easily told him, you're just here to interrogate him and get the kids back to normal, you got that? Hawks shot her an easygoing grin back and turned his attention back to the man; this was going to be a cinch. He opened the door and swiftly brought the students out of the satchel. The slight widening of the man's eyes in alarm was all he needed to know, but still, he persevered with the questioning. "Do you recognize these kids?" he asked, pulling up a chair, so he can be at eye-level with the man. "'Course not. Never seen them kids before in my life." Hawks quirked a brow, "Really? Well, let me just run a lil confirmation with them," he looked down at the students. "Was this the guy who shrunk you?" As expected, Midoriya and Shoto both nodded while he had to shield Bakugou with a free hand so that he wouldn't end up lunging his tiny body at the man. "Seems they recognize you, so how about we try this again," his eyes pierced into the man, pupils narrowing into slits, "do you recognize these kids?" After what felt like minutes of sitting in pure silence, the man swallowed, and finally broke. "Fine! I was the one who shrunk the brats! But only under the orders of the Liberation, they tells me that I had to, that it brought us a step closer to the Liberation of quirks," his eyes widened at this slip, and he quickly put a hand over his mouth before squinting at Hawks. "Wait, aren't ya…" Seeing the gears turn in the other man's head, the hero wasted no time; with a key in one hand, he unlocked the villain's handcuffs before pressing a sharp feather under the man's chin. "Turn them back, and then you and I will talk." Nodding, the Size Maestro prodded the students, and one-by-one, they quickly grew back to their original sizes. He looked up at Hawks, expectingly, "So you are a dirty spy that thinks he can—-" he wasn't able to finish his sentence before Hawks knocked him out with a feather blade and locked his cuffs back on. "There we go," he states, satisfied as he turns his attention back to the heroes-in-training, they were unconscious in the interrogation room, exhausted from the re-growth process, but with the aid of a few Commission employees, he brought them back into the Commission President's office. "So, what do you wanna tell their teacher and Endeavor?" The President's lips straightened in a pale line, "Must they know the truth, Hawks?" The hero shrugged, "Could just say they got captured by the League?" Her grim expression softened, pleased with his response, "Good. It would put hero society in turmoil if they were to find out about your mission and more about the Liberation Front than what has already been disclosed. For now, this ordeal will be between us." He smirked, about to retort back, but a buzzing on his headset shifted his attention, pausing for a second, he listened. Armed robbery in Kurume, some kind of electrical quirk. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, not really wanting to leave the kids until they were fully conscious so he could have more time to explain himself properly, but from the frantic squawks of his sidekick, it seemed urgent. His expression shifted, and he turned his attention back to the President. "Duty calls, tell the kids I'm really sorry about everything." She nodded, and giving one last look a the students, he closed the door. His expression darkening slightly as he left the building, he was going to have to cook up an alibi on his way back to Fukuoka for the Liberation Front. xxxxxxxx Deku shifted in his sleep, finding himself in an awful nightmare of being captured by the League and ending up getting eaten and digested by Hawks. His eyes fly open, and he finds himself in a too-bright room, with Bakugou and Todoroki still passed out. Memories flood his head, that awful dream was his reality, yet--why was he alive? He vaguely remembered Hawks releasing them, his words remained fuzzy in the green haired teen’s mind as he tried shifting through recent memories. Sighing, Deku shifts his head to the side, finally noticing the Head of Safety Commission standing over him with her hands behind her back, but that wasn't what surprised him the most, no, it was that he was back to normal again. He… he really did save us. "H-Hawks!" he turns to thank the winged pro, but he was nowhere to be found. Deku sighed; the man really was too fast for his own good.

[little-wicked10]

You Ain’t Easy to Love

JDM as Samuel “Rooster” Corbin (OC) x Unnamed OFC

Warnings: SMUT, bad language, slight mention of abusive relationship, super angsty at the end...I think that’s it?

Big thank you too @irrelevantwriter for helping me out with this one!

You gotta know what you’re walking into when falling in love with someone like Samuel “Rooster” Corbin. He looks like a cold son of a bitch, but there’s a heart left in that old chest of his. He pushes people away because he doesn’t want to depend on them. He doesn’t want the burden. That was the main reason cowboys like him tended to roam. It was like an itch that didn’t go away until he was on the road again. It called to him, and there wasn’t anyone or anything that could keep him from answering it. I hated that I loved him because I knew any minute he’d want to leave, not being able to tolerate standing still for too long. He’d be gone with the wind and all that would be left behind is a half-empty bottle of whiskey, the smell of leather, and an empty bed full of memories.

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I heard him before I saw him. The sound of spurs clicking and boots echoing on the wood floor. I stayed still in bed, waiting for him to come into the bedroom that we shared when he was in town. The door creaked open and heavy boots entered. The smell of leather and dirt filled the room as he set down his heavy saddle. He always liked to leave his saddle in the bedroom on days it needed to be oiled. That’s the only reason he ever brought it in here. Rooster didn’t stop to see if I was awake, he walked straight to the bathroom and turned the light on before I heard the shower kick on. I knew that mood. He’d had a bad day.

On a good day, he’d come home and kiss me on the cheek before heading to shower. Something small that would make me smile and know that he was ok. His boots thumped as he threw them off, and the buckle on his belt clattered on the bathroom tile. I waited for the sound of the shower door closing before I decided to get up and check on him. The bathroom lighting made my eyes squint as I opened the door. When my eyes adjusted, I saw him leaning against the shower wall as the water beat down on his bruised and scratched up back. My hands unbuttoned his denim button up I wore to sleep every night. I was quiet as I opened the shower door and slipped in behind him. 

The war zone on his back use to scare me. Not anymore. I placed my hands on his back and traced up the tense muscles until I decided to wrap my arms around him. “You should be asleep, darlin’,” his deep voice rumbled. I ignored the comment because he said that every time I waited up on him. He hated it when I did that. Rooster never liked for people to wait around for him or do things for him. He felt an obligation to stay when that happened, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. My arms released him as he turned around to face me, a sullen look on his face. Judging by the bruise forming on his cheekbone and the cut lip, he’d been in a fight tonight with more than some steer. 

“Rooster,” I sigh, reaching up to exam his face closer. His calloused hand grasped my wrist, a warning to leave the matter alone. He never talked about things like this, and I knew better than to push him for answers or details. He’d tell me in his own time, but for now, the subject was closed. The scruff around his lips tickled my skin as he kissed my palm reassuringly. My heart fluttered with love at this grizzly man being tender with me, like a baby bird that just fell out of the nest. There were times when we were rough though.

Arguments where I threw things, and we both screamed at one another until our throats hurt. Times when he came home with a crazy look in his eye, and he had to have me right then and there, taking me anyway he could get me. Whether that be on the wooden floor in front of the door or the couch, unable to make it to the bedroom. 

Moments like that were usually followed by gentle kisses where bruises were left and whispered apologies. Sometimes an argument would break out and end up in hate fucking until we both felt better. Rooster wasn’t good with words, so he resorted to sex until he was ready to talk. It wasn’t always the most efficient way to communicate, but it seemed to work for us. 

Please don’t ask me why I stay with him. I’ve asked myself the same question many times. Why stay with a man who can’t stay in one place? We don’t always choose who we fall in love with. 

When I first met Rooster, he was at a bar after a rodeo. I had been dating a young bull rider at the time who wasn’t the kindest to me. He’d beat me and cheat on me without a care in the world because all of his buddies encouraged him and told him it made him more of a man. I stayed out of fear for what would happen if I dared defy him. That night at the bar though, Rooster beat the shit out of the son of a bitch when he went to strike me, and from that day on, Rooster and I were inseparable. 

He had taught me my self-worth, that I didn’t deserve to be treated like that, and I didn’t need a man in order to make a life for myself. Our relationship started out as friends until one day it just changed. He tried to tell me he was too old for me, but we didn’t care about that for long. A thunderstorm soaked us to the bone and forced us out of our clothes, and the whiskey we had been drinking earlier, made it very easy for us to throw any regrets or hesitations out the window.

Our story isn’t ideal, but it was ours. That’s what mattered. 

Rooster’s lips suddenly pressed against mine, forcing me to wrap my arms around his neck. My fingers wove into the dark hairs at the nape of his neck as his hands wondered down my body slowly. His callouses scratched my back as his hands wondered up until one hand threaded into my hair, pulling my head back so he could kiss my neck. I felt him bring my left leg up to wrap around his waist and his hips press into mine. 

A feeling that had me willing to fall to my knees that very second took hold of me. He chuckled into my neck feeling my knees go weak, “Not tonight, darlin’.” Rooster’s hand released me to wrap around my thighs, lift me off my feet, and press me against the shower wall. I took a moment to admire his features. His salt and pepper beard, that I loved to feel scratch my skin, smelled slightly of alcohol and smoke. His black, wet hair was slicked back, adding to his devilishly handsome look, and most likely matched the smell of his facial hair.

My admiring was brought to a halt when I felt his calloused fingers circling my clit. I moaned and laid my head back against the shower wall. My hips rutted up against his hand as much as they could with my trapped state. His teeth grazed my neck before biting into the skin. I opened my neck more, whining as he began to leave a hickey. “Baby,” I moaned, “You wanna…take this to the bedroom?” Rooster didn’t seem to hear me because he continued on his journey of leaving hickies and rubbing my clit. His finger suddenly slipped inside of me making me whimper. “You sure, darlin’? You not want me to finish this first?” I could feel his smirk against my skin. 

I tugged on his hair to look at me, “More room. More comfortable. Please, Rooster.” He stared into my eyes before quickly reaching over and shutting off the water. Rooster pulled me off the wall and made a B-line to the bedroom. Dripping wet, we collapsed onto the bed. There was something beautiful about the situation. It felt like something out of a movie or cheesy romance novel where the lovers give no heed to messing anything up in the wake of their passion. 

Rooster was quick to throw me on the bed before running his fingers through his wet hair to slick it back out of his face. I bit my bottom lip watching him. The bastard had the audacity to smirk and lick his bottom lip. He knew I was crazy about his long hair and made sure to take advantage of that piece of information. 

“Been thinking about cutting it,” he teased.

“You cut it, you’re never getting me in the sheets again,” I threatened.

Rooster quickly hovered over me, “I doubt you could stay away for too long, darlin’.” 

I laugh, throwing my head back. The witty retort I had for him caught in my throat as he took advantage of my exposed neck and sucked on the spot right under my ear. I moaned and clutched onto his hair. It amazed me how a-tuned to each others’ bodies we had become. It was like we had been created for one another; created to know the other’s body like our own. 

“I gotta have you, darlin’,” Rooster growled. 

I felt him take his manhood in hand and rub it against my entrance. The action made me buck my hips towards him and whine with need. That seemed to do him in because before I knew it, he was inside me. He didn’t waste anytime to set a slow and powerful pace that has my eyes rolling back into my head and my nails clawing into his back. Rooster took my chin in between his fingers, “Look at me, baby.” I pried my eyes open to look into his. Those eyes were filled with such heated passion it made me gasp and hold him closer, the need to feel his skin against mine suddenly urgent. 

“Rooster...hmm...I...need you,” I whined, nearly letting slip what I really wanted to say. 

Rooster replied by kissing and biting my bottom lip, “Only Ol’ Rooster can make you feel this good, baby. Right?”

I nodded my head, but he wasn’t happy with that. He halted his movements making me protest and move my hips. “Ah ah. Who makes you feel this good, darlin’?”

“You do, Sam!” I watched him smirk. I only used his real name when I was pissed with him, and I was pissed at the control he had. 

He suddenly leaned down and left gentle kisses along my neck to my ear as he resumed his pace. I loved the nights Rooster made love to me like this. We savored the feel of each other skin, the sounds we made, the whispered sweet nothings, every aspect of us. These were the kind of moments I would dream about on the lonely nights he was away. I always awoke in a fevered state until I felt the empty side of the bed, and that feeling was quickly replaced with a deep sadness.

I held tightly to his long hair and kept my legs firmly locked around his waist. The callouses on his hands smoothed over the outside of my thighs until grabbing a hold of my knees to keep me wrapped around him. “I want ya to cum with me, darlin’,” Rooster grunted. His thrust picked up pace slightly as he sat up and placed one of my legs over his shoulder. The following thrusts were so deep that I nearly screamed in ecstasy. 

“C’mon, baby,” he moaned.

We locked eyes. This man meant so much to me. I only wish I could tell him that. You don’t tell a cowboy those words, not unless you want him to never come back. I felt my mouth begin to form the words, but I quickly bit my lip. ‘Don’t say it! Don’t say it!’ my mind cried. My heart chanted differently. Everything came to a screeching halt when Rooster’s thumb pushed against my clit and stars exploded in my eyes. Rooster suddenly fell forwards as I felt the warmth of his release inside me. He moaned my name.

I love you….

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The early rays of light coming through the window woke me. As I stretched, I felt my muscles cry out in pain. Lord knew I had the bruises to match how sore I felt. I stirred a bit in bed, but something felt off. Something wasn’t right…wasn’t normal. I turned over to the other side of the bed and was met with cool sheets. My heart picked up its pace a little bit. “Baby?” I called quietly. No reply.

I listened for sounds of life. There wasn’t a sound. 

No rustling in the bathroom.

No pots and pans rattling in the kitchen.

No TV blaring the morning news or NFR reruns.

My stomach twisted in knots, and my heart was pounding in my ears. I quickly got up and threw on one of Rooster’s t-shirts from the dresser. I suddenly noticed Rooster’s saddle was gone. Maybe he took it out to the truck? I ventured further into the house and…nothing. Everything was where it had been left the night before, but things were missing. Rooster’s things.

“Oh my god,” my heart stopped.

I raced to the front door and threw it open in a panic. I ran to the side of the house to the drive way. As I rounded the corner, I choked on my tears at what I saw.

No truck.

No trailer.

No Rooster.

He’d left without a trace, without a goodbye, and I knew exactly what drove him away. Those three little words.

[the-melting-world]

The Empress | Side B: “I Will Be Blessed”

I want to give a special dedication to my amazing friend and partner in crime Ligia Nunes @ligiawrites​ ​. This installment of The Empress is a major turning point in Kip’s journey. The opening scene was strongly inspired by the Strength throne art created by Ligia a while back (located at the end of the fic). I don’t think this moment would have ever existed if had it not been for that throne. So thank you, Ligia for continuing to inspire so much of my storytelling.

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~ In which a humble gardener stops resisting…

The Trio Appearances: Kipling | Khleo | Ozy

Arcana LI appearances: Asra | Nadia | Muriel 

Track Origins: “I Will Be Blessed” by Ben Howard

Not sure if this is the right track? The full album can be found here: The Empress

cw: none

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 Kipling opens a Door that takes her and Asra to Strength’s Gate.

Kipling and Asra crowded around a golden throne in the middle of a flowering vale. The magicians’ fingers were already grazing the surface of the elaborate throne, trying to capture the shape of every groove, the curl of each engraved leaf glinting under the midday sun. 

“Was this here the last time you came through this realm?” Asra asked as he crouched down in order to study the finer stalks of wheat fanning out from the base. 

“No,” Kip replied airily, her focus still mostly absorbed by the face of a lion staring out at her from the backrest. Its features were half concealed by depictions of broad leaves and delicate flora.

If it hadn’t been for the boisterous game of catch and chase between the three familiars in the background, Kipling and Asra might have never been able to snap out of whatever spell the throne had over them.

Taro, Faust and Abaco kicked up an assortment of purple and orange wildflowers during their romp. The ring of flowers remained suspended in the air for much longer than normal before they languidly drifted back down to the earth.

Kipling wondered how much longer she and Asra would have to wait for Khleo or Strength to arrive. Only thing was certain – she didn’t want to walk away from this throne. And, she noticed, neither did Asra.

“There is a body that belongs in that seat, but it is not my own.”

Kipling and Asra straightened up and spun abruptly to come face to face with the guardian of the realm. The Major Arcana was just as beautiful and terrifying as Kipling remembered. This time Strength had settled on her sphinx form, her face an impossible fusion of female and feline.

The Arcana was well past the seven foot mark, glowing, and draped in fabrics whose color constantly shifted between red wine and raw berries. Whatever words Kip had for the celestial being died on her lips. Asra, who had more experience conversing with the Arcana, took Kipling’s hand and addressed Strength directly.

“Thank you for permitting us into your realm. I’m Asra Alnazar and this is my partner, Kipling Bronne.”

Without moving her mouth, Strength said, “I know who you are, Small Magician. And I know why both of you are here.”

When she didn’t elaborate, Kipling found her voice and asked, “What did you mean earlier when you mentioned the throne?”

Strength fixed the gardener with her predatory gaze. “I meant what I said, Small Empress. It does not belong to me.”

Kipling’s heart began to race. She squeezed Asra’s hand. “Then who does it belong to?”

“Who else?” Strength cocked her head to the side. “The cub you call Khleo.”

Kip stepped forward. “Tell me where she is.”

“Kipling.” 

Asra’s hand came down on her shoulder.

“She’s not here,” Strength said flatly. Then she walked past both of them and made herself comfortable on the throne. “I’m keeping this seat warm for her in the meantime. You must understand, Small Empress. I can only protect my cubs from the nest. When they leave, things are out of my control.”

“Is Khleo in danger?” Kip asked, wishing she didn’t sound so desperate.

Strength did not mock her for it. In fact, her expression appeared sympathetic. As sympathetic as a werelion could hope to look.

“Danger is a strong word.” Strength gave a wistful sigh. “The cub is being kept in a cage. Perhaps not one with metal bars and padded locks, but a cage all the same. Under such circumstances, she is more of a danger to herself than anything else.”

Kipling closed her eyes and took back her hand from Asra. He watched in concern as she hugged herself and swayed on her feet.

Not Khleo. Not her Khleo. 

“It’s my fault,” Kipling croaked. “I always tried to blame it on Ozy, but that’s because it was easier. That way I didn’t need to face what I had done.”

Asra reached for her again. “No, you can’t do this to yourself, Kip.”

“But she is correct, Small Magician.” Strength interjected. “The Small Empress helped put my lion cub where they currently are.”

Kipling’s knees gave out as she choked on a sob. Asra caught her before she could completely stumble.

“Stop it!” 

He hadn’t meant to shout at a Major Arcana, but he couldn’t keep watching Kip beat herself up.

“Strength,” Kipling made eye contact with the Major Arcana as she leaned on Asra for support, “tell me how I can help Khleo. What can I do to set her free?”

“Now you’re asking the right questions.” Some manner of a grin stretched across the werelion’s maw. “Ultimately it is up to Khleo to set herself free, but these things, as you know, cannot be done alone.”

She stood up, her face sobering right before she rested her paws on Kip’s shoulders.

“The beast in Khleo has fought. She has done nothing but fight since she walked through that Door that you opened all those years ago.”

Kip couldn’t stop the tears from snaking down her face. But she wouldn’t dare look away from Strength now.

“Khleo has fought and fought and fought. As exhausted as she is, she doesn’t know how to stop. And she will go on fighting until she can’t anymore. The body I gave her is both a blessing and a curse.” Strength sighed and let her paws drop from Kip’s shoulders. “I’ve done all I can, but the cub is stubborn and will not hear me.”

She drifted away from Asra and Kipling. The wildflowers in her path bowed to her and blazed gold.

“Something tells me that Khleo will listen to you. I took away their magic so that they may live, but that does not mean they have lost their command over the Doors. It may not look the same for them as it does for you, but…. They just need someone to show them the way.”

By this time, Taro and Abaco were back on Kipling’s shoulders and Faust had reunited with Asra. 

“Finish your training, Small Empress. Then seek out your Patron.”

Strength waved her arm. A Door appeared.

“Now go.”

Kipling and Asra walked away from the throne towards the portal. On the way, Kip stopped and rested the tips of her fingers on Strength’s wrist. The Arcana looked down on the gardener. Kipling didn’t say anything. She just stroked the light coating of fur and gazed up into the eyes of the sphinx.

Strength let go of another heavy breath, lacing it with a purr.

“Your friend. All she wants is to be free. To rest.”

Kip wished she was tall enough to catch the sun-lit tears before they streaked down Strength’s whiskers. 

“She deserves it.”

***

Back at the Palace, Kipling found Ozy meditating in the gardens. She had come alone this time. The familiars had gone inside with Asra when they returned from Strength’s realm.

Instead of disturbing Ozy, Kipling walked over, sat down and joined him. She fell into the trance quicker than usual. As if Ozy’s disciplined presence had served as a catalyst.

Kipling wasn’t sure how long she and Ozy sat there under the weeping willows with their legs crossed, their palms face up, relaxed and resting on the peaks of their knees. Their breaths were independent of each other. Each one entered deep and left with ease. Each thought floated in uninvited and drifted off unnoticed. 

Despite the coverage of the silky willows, Kipling felt the sun on her, giving the shapes that danced behind her eyelids a peculiar glow.

By the time Ozy’s voice called Kipling back, there were more warm tears hugging her freckled cheeks.

“You went to go see Khleo on your own. Without me.”

Ozy didn’t sound angry, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t.

“I had to,” Kip said, her voice surprisingly steady despite the emotions that the trip had brought to the surface. The more the trance of the meditation wore off, the harder she cried. She wished she could take a breath in order to tell Ozy that they were tears of relief rather than pain. She would see Khleo again. She was meant to help them. Strength herself said she needed Kipling’s help. 

Kipling felt like a weight had been lifted from her heart. When she dried what she could of her tears and looked up at Ozy, she found that she could focus on him completely. Her heart was still being pulled in other directions, but not as strongly as before.

Kipling allowed Ozy to help her onto her feet. 

“What did Strength say?” Ozy asked, his tone implying that he knew Khleo wasn’t there. His words briefly brought back images of daisies materializing spontaneously in the shape of a Door.

“She saved Khleo’s life by taking away their magic.”

Ozy confirmed with a gentle nod. “Right. She blessed Khleo’s body with accelerated healing and more strength than the average human, but they won’t ever be able to open another Door. What else did the Arcana say?”

“She said that Khleo needs to rest.”

Ozy made a thoughtful sound, his hazel eyes turning to the sky. “That’s what she told me too.”

Kipling reached up and lightly pulled on his ghost lock. “I’m ready to talk, Ozy,” she said it with a smile. “About everything.”

Ozy brought his attention back to Kipling. She was surprised to see that same hesitation on his face that he wore when he first arrived. As if he was expecting a rejection. 

Kip felt her confidence slip as she wrung her hands and fought to maintain eye contact.

“Before we help Khleo, there’s a lot we still have to do first. For one, I need to apologize to you.” She closed her eyes and inhaled a meditative breath before going on. “Ozy, I didn’t want to leave you on the island that day, but I was so disgusted with myself. I had felt like that all year. No matter how much I wanted to, I just couldn’t own up to what I did… to your face.” Her eyes burned, but she opened them anyway and forced herself to look at Ozy and the telling scar over the bridge of his nose. 

“Every time I looked at you, I told myself that everything was my fault. I was the reason Khleo was gone.”

Ozy shook his head and set his jaw. Before Kip could blink, she was holding onto him and he to her. It came somewhat as a shock, this being the most affection they had allowed themselves to show each other since before Khleo’s accident.

“Everything happened like it was supposed to, coz,” Ozy reassured her. But his voice was shaking, his hand trembled as he massaged his fingers into her curls and coils. He was remembering the pain, Kip could tell. And it made her remember too. How much she had pushed Ozy away in the beginning. How she punished him for something that was her fault too. She remembered the year between the accident and leaving for Vesuvia when she refused to let him back in. No matter how much Ozy begged and begged.

Everything happened like it was supposed to.

“No one’s supposed to be alone for ten years!” Kipling sobbed. “But I didn’t know, Ozy. I swear I didn’t know.”

Ozy’s voice regained some of its usual lightness. “Oh no, don’t you dare try to take the blame for that. I knew what I was signing up for. Remember that, Kipling. I put myself down there. Not you.”

Kip hugged him harder. “But I was the one who hurt you. I forced you to make that choice. Family isn’t supposed to do that to each other!”

Ozy pulled back just enough to lift Kip’s chin. “You’re right. Family shouldn’t do that. But you know what else?” He smiled softly. “Family forgives.” He reigned her in against his chest, this time bringing his face to the crown of her head. He breathed in those nostalgic notes of shea butter, coconut oil, and sea salt. Ozy closed his eyes and imagined he was kissing the sugar white shores of his youth. He imagined himself kissing every painful unsavory memory goodbye.

“Now can we be a family again?” He asked, his face still buried in Kip’s hair. “Please? I need to put everything behind me... but I cannot until you let go of all this guilt. Trust me, you don’t need it anymore, Kip. You can let it go.”

And then Kipling… she broke. Water and thunderous sobs poured out of her like she was the sky. Ozy didn’t walk away from the downpour. If anything he held Kipling closer. She had so much water in her, it seemed. As if that sea where they were all were born had been with her this whole time. Kipling had brought it with her to Vesuvia, but pushed it deep, deep down and locked it away.

Ozy let himself be the stone well to catch all of Kipling’s rain. Though he had spent all that time surrounded by water and knowledge, in many ways, it had left him feeling very empty. Oz’mandias knew that as long as he had Kipling, he would never need to know that emptiness again.

[c-rose2081]

Mess Not With a Resting Dragon

Love Like Dragons AU

Bevie | Huma | Gildry | Mal & Audrey BROTP

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Audrey the Aurorian Dragon wasn’t a fan of being cold. Unlike Mal — Evie’s five-year-old Isle Dragon — who loved lurking around corners, under furniture, and inside cupboards; Audrey was quite opposite. She spent her lazy afternoons basking in warm sunlight on clear branches or at window sills. She lounged by the oven door when Evie was baking, played in rolls of fabric left behind while Evie was designing, and slept at night on a well heated perch next to her and Ben’s shared bed. The creature was very much her husbands little Princess, and Audrey was sure Evie knew this as well.

Currently, Ben was out of town. Evie had been watching both dragons closely, as Mal had only just recovered from a Dragon Cold. It had taken only a few days of Ben’s week long getaway for Evie to notice something weird going on with Audrey. Though she would be there in the morning on her perch, as always, she seemed lethargic and snappish. She ate regularly though, and played a bit. So Evie thought perhaps she was simply missing Ben, as he very rarely went away without her.

In the mornings, Evie would let the Dragons out, and leave the door to the porch open while she worked on her designs in the Den. Mal came and went often — nothing weird there — but her pink counterpart often stayed outside all day long. This was unusual, because the weather was getting colder as Summer began its annual shift into Fall. Evie was well aware that Audrey was a priss about her body temperature, and it was odd of her to stay out so long without even coming inside to eat. Halfway through the week, despite a late Summer drizzle rolling in from Atlantica’s direction, Audrey refused to come back inside. Period.

Evie tried to wrestle her out of the garden, but was shocked to retrieve a sharp nip on the hand. It wasn’t a malicious bite; Mal’s play wrestling was often far worse. But it was a bite none the less, and Evie had never been bitten by Audrey before. As she had when Mal caught a cold, Evie began her usual routine of worrying. What if something was wrong? What if Audrey caught something from Mal? What if she died while Ben was away and came home to find his Princess gone?

At once Evie was filled with dread. She wanted to call her husband, to tell him what was going on and how she didn’t have Uma’s number to call her for help. But he trusted her to watch the ‘kids’ (as he referred sometimes), while he was away. And Evie didn’t want to disappoint him. After all, it was only a week. She should’ve been able to handle a week at home by herself.

Instead of calling Ben, Evie dawned her bad weather gear and began watching. The rain didn’t let up for days, and Audrey still refused to come inside. She had taken up residence in one of the rose bushes in the garden; one so dense and prickly that there wasn’t any way for Evie to get her out, or even see inside. Mal, who Evie hadn’t noticed at first, was able to slip into the bush just fine. The pair would make a bit of noise, as though they were conversing, and Mal would leave and fly off.

After a day of watching said bush, freezing her butt off but determined not to let anything past her, Evie still wasn’t sure what was going on. Mal, her dear spiky fiend, would visit the bush at least five times a day. Sometimes she would have things that she found around the house. The first time it was a dishcloth, the second time a spool of thread, the third an old sock belonging to Ben that had been behind the washing machine. And so on and so forth. Evie hadn’t ever seen Mal so keen on playing fetch; not like she was ever keen on playing to being with.

Audrey herself wouldn’t come out of the bush, not once. And only when Mal brought a dead mouse from the shed did Evie understand why the Princess hadn’t come back in. She wasn’t starving; as Evie had first thought. Mal was feeding her wild catch. Thoughtful; but weird as the two so often bullied each other. As darkness fell and the storm grew heavy, Evie was forced into retreat. Of course she was worried about the dragon in the bush, but she didn’t need to get sick either.

Evie didn’t get much sleep that night. She tossed and turned as thunder rolled overhead, and rain assaulted the windows. She was only just beginning to doze off when Mal began to scream. It wasn’t a sound Evie had ever heard come from her best friend. It was a horrible, desperate wail, as though she were in such great pain that she might just die on the spot. Leaping out of bed, Evie stubbed her toe in the dark but ignored it. She shoved on her Ugg boots, tucked into her jacket and bolted down the stairs phone flashlight in hand.

She found Mal at the door to the patio, flapping and scratching at the glass in panic. She banged her body against the panes, forcefully rattling the hinges, desperate to get outside. Evie fell over herself getting the door open, and Mal bolted out at breakneck speed. And as Evie followed her into the storm, she knew something was horribly wrong.

The sounds coming from the garden were like war. Growling and hissing, whimpers, cries and thuds. Skidding to the shed, Evie was already soaking wet as she turned on the floodlights, illuminating the entire backyard. Two rather large bodies circled Audrey’s rose bush, the leaves and branches trampled and broken down. One dog and Audrey were engaged in a fierce battle, the dragon’s back forced down into the muddy grass by a large brown paw as she used teeth and claw to swipe at the stray dogs nose.

The other dog was now engaged with Mal, the purple dragon pissed and tearing into its fur and flesh with her toothy maw. Startled by what she saw, Evie entered the shed and grabbed a shovel from the wall. She was just in time to keep the German Shepard from biting Audrey’s neck, swinging her makeshift weapon hard and striking the animal with its flat face. There was a horrible BANG of metal on skull as the dog was knocked to one side, whimpering in pain and running away into the hedges where it had come. The other, realizing its alpha was retreating, followed suit.

Breathing hard, Evie’s heart was leaping in her chest as she dropped the shovel with a clatter. Audrey had managed to get back to her feet, but walked with a hard limp and many cries of pain. She looked horrible, covered in bites and scratch marks. One of her wings appeared to be torn slightly, and part of her topmost ear was missing. She went straight to the bush, crawling through the debris. Evie’s composure shattered when she heard the most heartbreaking wail.

Hurrying to where Audrey now stood crying, three eggs sat in a nest made of various items from around the house. There used to be four eggs; four little baby dragons which Audrey had no doubt been incubating for the past several days. But one of them had been pulled out of the nest by the dogs. One baby dragon had been lost.

Crumbling to her knees, Evie trembled in the night and the rain as Mal pulled Audrey close with a wing and held her tight with both arms. The new mother continued to wail with grief and pain, the sound echoing like a ghostly song on the wind. That’s where Ben found them all when he returned home later that night, weeping in a ruined garden with Evie unable to speak past blue tinted lips. Ben immediately carried his wife upstairs to warm up and dry off, and then called Uma.

He returned to the back garden not long after, wielding under his arm a large plastic tote lined with several old, fluffy blankets. Gently, he moved Audrey from the broken down nest into the box, followed by her remaining clutch of eggs and what he could salvage of the nest. Mal had already gone upstairs to be with Evie, keeping the woman warm with her own body heat as she slept fitfully and tearfully.

When the bluenette came down the next morning, her eyes bruised and body sore from the night prior, Uma and a man she didn’t recognize stood with Ben in the living room. Gil was also present, one massive wing draped protectively over a basket which held the remaining eggs. Mal went to meet him, crawling to sit on the table above the basket, as to have a better view.

Uma currently had Audrey on the table, stretched out across a red stained towel. The man she was with wore elbow length leather gloves, holding the poor thing down as his partner made expert movements with a needle and thread. Audrey cried all the while, the sound breaking Evie’s still fragile heart.

“Hey, you don’t need to be in here for this,” Ben whispered upon seeing her, tugging his wife along to the kitchen. She began to weep again, but Ben silenced it quickly.

“Shh, it’s ok. It’ll be alright, E,”

“B-but it’s not,” Evie managed, “I knew something was wrong. I knew it. I-I should’ve done more.”

“Love, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Ben pleaded, “you should never mess with a nesting dragon. You did the right thing leaving her be,”

“B-but she’s hurt now because of me. I should’ve stayed, I should’ve called...”

“Why didn’t you call?” Ben asked, squeezing her arm gently, “E, I could’ve been back. I could’ve been here to help,”

“This trip was so important to you, Ben,” Evie insisted, stomping her foot slightly in tired frustration, “I’m a full grown woman. I’ve lived on my own since High School. Yet the minute you go away...” waving towards the living room where Uma was working, Evie sighed heavily, “I wanted to show you I could handle it. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Oh, Evie...no, no,” pulling the woman to his chest, Evie let him run a hand through her hair, closing her eyes at the feelings of comfort it brought, “you could never disappoint me. I love you so much. I’m just glad you’re all safe.”

Nodding weakly against her husbands broad, warm chest, the two glanced up as Uma entered the kitchen from the other room. She was sweating a bit, resting both hands on her hips as she exhaled.

“So what’s the word?” Ben asked wearily, cringing at the possibility of bad news. Uma, thankfully, didn’t seem ready to give it.

“She’ll be fine,” the woman nodded, “must’ve put up one hell of a fight though. You said it was a Shepard that did this?”

Evie nodded in confirmation as Uma scoffed and ran a hand over her braids, “right, well. Keep her off that leg for a while, I’ll prescribe some meds to keep her sedated until she heals up. Keep an eye on that wing too, we don’t need it getting infected,”

“And the other eggs?” Ben asked, “they’re all ok?”

“For the most part, yeah,” Uma answered, “one of them has developed a crack, but it didn’t hurt the integrity of the egg. May just end up being a dragon runt,”

“Dragon runt?” Evie questioned, “what does that mean?”

“Runt of the litter,” Uma explained, folding her arms as to find a better position, “it might come out funny looking, or small. In the wild, dragon runts are left behind by their mothers to fend for themselves or get eaten. But since Audrey lost one, she may just accept it anyway.”

“She’ll grieve, then? I know Aurorian Dragons are supposedly quite emotionally sensitive.”

“For a few weeks I think,” Uma confirmed, “it’ll probably be best for Gil to stay here as emotional support. He is a father after all, and Coastal Dragon males are left to watch the eggs in the wild,”

“How do you know so much about dragons?” Evie wondered curiously, “is there like, a manual for this stuff?”

“I worked at a sanctuary for a bit, before I met Harry,” Uma admitted, nodding to the living room. Speaking of Harry; the man in question entered the kitchen. He placed both hands on Uma’s shoulders, and Evie immediately noticed the two missing fingers on his right hand.

“Well, lil blighters are all resting up, now,” he spoke though an accent, though it was one Evie couldn’t really place in her hazy, sleep deprived brain, “we best be goin’ soon, luv. I got a shift t’nite at the yard,”

“Right,” Uma agreed, “you guys call me when you start seeing movement in those eggs, I want to be here when they hatch.” Uma insisted, taking the hand Ben outstretched for a shake, as he wasn’t ready to let Evie from his arms just yet.

“Thank you, Uma. I can’t thank you enough. If you ever need anything...”

“Call you. Yeah, I know,” Uma laughed, waving for Harry to follow her out. When the front door clicked shut, Evie let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

“See,” Ben said gently, “it’ll be ok.”

Swallowing the rock in her throat, Evie let Ben guide her back out into the living room. Audrey and the eggs had been moved back into the plastic tote, folded up in blankets to keep her warm. Gil — left behind by Uma and Harry till the eggs hatched — sat sentinel by the box, one wing stretched over its top. Mal still lay draped over the side of the table, chin rested on a folded arm, watching the both of them, “come on, Evie. Let them rest; you need your sleep,”

“Mal,” Evie said, causing the purple haired dragon to lift her head slightly, “you watch over them. Ok?”

And Mal, cranky as she was, snorted a plume of smoke and returned to her former position of watchman as Ben and Evie went upstairs for a midday nap of their own.

[loser-writings]

Hey what is omegaverse?? (I’m just kinda curious on what it is)

-Hi! Don’t worry, I’ll give you a quick rundown over some of the basics of Omegaverse, what it is, and some of the popular vocabulary that’s used in it. 

Omegaverse is a popular fiction Alternate Universe, or AU. Many suspect it to be kink based,and for many it is, but that’s not the case for me as I personally enjoy it for its hierarchy and some of the headcanons, theories, and other things that come from it. It tends to be used mostly in Gay fanfiction since one of the biggest appeals is Male pregnancy, or Mpreg. This specific AU is also known as A/B/O since everybody are usually divided into 3 Categories. Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Also your gender doesn’t affect if you are an Alpha, Beta, or Omega

This is how I personally see each of the three, but this is just my opinion. If you want to see other examples or opinions, there are plenty of Omegaverse blogs like @omegaverse-professor and @omegaverse-seeker​ that you can reference for more information, but none of these are “Official” since omegaverse is up to ones own interpretation. 

Alpha: Alphas are usually written to be bigger, stronger, and the more dominant people in Omegaverse. These are the people who are able to impregnate a Beta female or an Omega, and their scents are usually not that sweet, but it can truly range since no two people can have the same scent. Alphas are stereotyped to be more aggressive, protective, and quicker to pick a fight. According to these stereotypes, Bakugo would be a great example of somebody who would usually be classed as an Alpha due to his hothead personality and his physical strength. Finally, Alphas have something that is called a rut. Its pretty much a heat cycle that all Alphas go through for a varied amount of time, I usually write about 5 to 9 days, and they can experience a wide variety of symptoms. I usually say they are extremely aroused, and sometimes can loose their sense of reason around Omegas. When they are experiencing a rut, it isn’t uncommon for an Alpha to lock themselves in their room, only coming out in between waves to get food, drink water, or go to the bathroom. 

Beta: Betas are pretty much your everyday human but with a few exceptions. Some write that betas do not have scent glands, but I personally enjoy writing that their scent is just weaker than that of an Alpha or an Omega. Male Betas can have children with Omegas or Female Betas, and Female Betas can have a Beta male or an Alphas child. I would personally say that Denki or Ochaco are the first people I think of when I think of a Beta. These are just your normal, everyday people like you or me.

Omega: The main appeal of Omegas is that they can get pregnant no matter their gender. Their scents tend to be sweeter, they are often depicted as soft, submissive, delicate, and even feminine. They are also the most discriminated against when it comes to the 3 due to their stereotypes, their heats, and the classic trope of Omegas being more of a “Stay at home” Parent. If I look at class 1A, the one that stands out most to me would be Aoyama due to his feminine nature and more submissive personality. Omegas also go through something called heats. They are sort of similar to an Alphas rut, but are quite a bit harsher. As an Alpha in a rut may only experience Arousal and possibly mild discomfort, an Omega in heat can have many issues. Look in the Vocab for more about that.

Now I personally challenge these tropes by writing more submissive Alphas, Dominant Omegas, Alpha x Alpha relationships, Omega x Omega relationships, even Polyamory relationships. Not saying that these tropes are bad, but I use them more as foundations to build off of instead of relying on.

Now for vocab and definitions of terms you will hear me write about a lot.

Heat(s): A heat is the process an omega goes through when they are at their most fertile. I write that their heat will usually come in waves, so in between these extreme waves, they will usually eat, take care of themselves, go shower, and might text a trusted friend to let them know they are okay. When they have a mate, the time of their heat significantly reduces to about 3-7 days most. Without a lover, they are extended to about 12-14 days. Symptoms of a heat may be things like Fevers, discomfort, body aches, extreme arousal, dizziness, weakness and forgetfulness. During this time their scent also becomes much stronger, which could attract the attention of unwanted alphas, so they usually lock themselves in their bedrooms. They also spend the majority of their heat in their nest.

Nest(s): A nest is something that an Omega will build in order to cause comfort during times of stress, or relief before a heat begins. They are often depicted as piles of clothes, blankets, pillows, or stuffed animals. They are usually also made in places like the corner of the room, beds, or inside of a closet. In fact, This Post by user @golden-abo is an amazing example of nests.

Growling: A sound often created as a way to intimidate or show irritation. Usually created by pissed off Alphas, or an Omega when somebody gets too close to their nest.

Purring: Purring is a noise created by Omegas when they feel safe or content, but it is also a noise that can be created by Alphas when they are happy or feeling pampered.

Courting: Courting is often described like dating. The way I personally write it is inspired by @plainbrunettelbl since her Omegaverse writing is hands down some of the best I have ever read. In my version, you usually have somebody give their love interest a series of gifts as a way of expressing their interest in them There will always be a handmade gift as well, since it is seen as a huge compliment for one to take so much time in order to make you a gift. Alphas will usually make things like meals, bracelets, blankets, or stuffed animals to give. Betas often make things depending on the interest of who they are courting, and Omegas often make clothes, food, and usually will ask their love interest to scent things for them.

Mates: As said perfectly by This Post By writer (@Creating_Quaintrelle) on Wattpad or @otaku-omegaverse here on tumblr, “Mates are when two individuals have created a strong romantic and sexual bond with each other that usually entails an Alpha or Beta placing a “Mating Mark” On their Significant others neck by using their sharp teeth on the others Scent gland to establish that this person is their mate” In other words, Mates are pretty much an extreme marriage. You become mated with somebody during sex as well by biting on their scent gland with teeth until it usually bleeds. After, it will scar in a way that lets others know that the person with the mark, has a lover.

Scenting: Alphas, Omegas, and Betas all give off a very specific sort of scent as a way to claim things as their own. They all have the ability to scent another person or object by a process that is often described as rubbing their scent glands, often located on the neck, wrists, and inner thighs, against whatever it is they want to scent. I also write this as a way some show affection, the first step of dating or “Courting”, and as a way to calm somebody when they are stressed or upset.

Suppressants: Medication given to Alpha or Omega in order to stop things like heats, ruts, or calm ones scent. Omegas often use suppressants in order to pursue jobs, or if they are just uncomfortable with their heats or the idea of having children. Think of it like Birth control for everybody.

Pups: A term for children in general. Children as in newborns, toddlers, and preteens.

Knot or Knotting (More NSFW): A Knot is often described similarly to a ball of tissue or muscle that appears at the base of an Alphas genitalia, regardless of gender, during sex. A knot is what an Omega in heat usually craves, and a  knot will lock the two people in place during an orgasm to help increase the likelihood of conception. These Knots will also lock the two parties together for up to an hour before it deflates. 

Slick (More NSFW): A word describing the self-lubrication that Omega creates when aroused, but is created intensely when an Omega is in heat.

I hope this pretty much covers everything! Please feel free to ask me about any other things you could want my opinion on though. Also, please check out those who are linked in this post because they make absolutely amazing content that I recommend for those interested about Omegaverse. 

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please reblog a list of people's alphabets not everyone knows what alphabets are or which specific alphabet lists you can do or are okay with so please repost alphabet lists that you're good with doing

oh, I'm sorry, I hope this is ok,, :D

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DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THESE ARE MINE!!! ALL CREDITS GO TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS!!

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you are also 100% free to send in your OWN alphabet lists, just give me the alphabet, the character or characters, and I'll write it <3!!

fluff alphabet:

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

SFW alphabet:

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

platonic alphabet:

Adventures (what kind of crazy shit would you get into together?)

Bond (what kind of - platonic, obviously - relationship do you have with each other?)

Cuddling (do you ever cuddle? how physically affectionate are you?)

Dance (do you ever dance together? how?)

Enemies (were you ever enemies? Do you share the same enemies?)

Fight (how often do you fight? how do you resolve conflict?)

Gain (how have you helped each other improve as people?)

Help (how do they ask you for help? how do they help you when you need it?)

Injured/Ill (how would they act if you got hurt or sick?)

Jokes (what’s their sense of humor like? how do you joke about things together?)

Kisses (do you ever kiss? how? Kisses not on the lips count)

Love (how do they show you they care?)

Meeting (how did you meet? how did you become friends?)

Nesting (do you co-habitate at all? how?)

Oasis (is there a specific place that is “your place”? what is it?)

Protection (how protective are they over you?)

Query (how inquisitive are they when it comes to getting to know you?)

Record (what’s something you’ll never let them live down?)

Support (how would they show their support for you? how far would that support go?)

Trust (how much do they trust you? how do they show you that?)

Uplift (how do you bring each other up?)

Vacation (do you ever travel together? what’s that like?)

Worry (do they worry about you? how often?)

Xerox (are there any traits or habits of theirs that you’ve picked up by accident?)

Yahoo (what’s an inside joke you share?)

Zany (do they have a weird side only you get to see? what’s it like?)

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pretty pleeeeease can you tell us that a/b/o idea??

This idea for Vesemir and Jaskier you talked about. Can you talk more about it? Or just write it? Please? I love Ves and it sounds way more interesting than this stupid presentation I'm preparing. -🐭

I... I will try to make this... make sense. I do think this is incredibly sexy but the three times I’ve tried to write this have somehow made it sound incredibly bad so please excuse me if it still does 😭

Basically, I’m thinking Jaskier as some sort of slave or just under the ownership of Kaer Morhen’s witchers, specifically Vesemir as the sole mentor and pack leader. He came into their possession from some law of surprise or as payment for a contract, or perhaps one of them just found this sweet little omega one day abandoned and scared, and now he lives at the keep non-stop. In general he’s not treated as a slave and he’s not really “used” as much as he’s consensually giving himself to the alpha witchers during winter or the sexy older wolf as the rest are out on the path. And Vesemir enjoys the company, so it’s really a big win all around.

He keeps Jaskier out of heat during winters though because it’s when his pups are having their rut and first of all, he will not have any of them ruin his pretty boy, and secondly, he will not have them all fawning over the omega constantly instead of actually preforming their duties once their rut is over; Even sterile alphas can’t help but nest with their omega even if their breeding never took it seems. But one year it fails either due to a wrongfully brewed potion or because they forgot, but now Jaskier is approaching his heat and his pups are scaling the mountain so it’s too late to fix at this stage. He will have to improvise.

There’s a lot of pleading from his boys about being so, so gentle, that they will take care of the human so well I promise! Please just let me have him, I need him! And Vesemir scoffs at them, knows that even Eskel - the by far most composed alpha of the three - is likely to rip him in half if he has a go even if his brothers wouldn’t be raging with possessive need just down the hall. Not to mention the laughter he has to hold in when Lambert promises he will behave, reminding the witcher of the one time he bit Geralt square over his neck for giving Jaskier a hug during their post-rut high. He has to care for them, though, and things are getting out of hand quickly.

Through a lot of experimentation throughout the years spent with Jaskier, Vesemir has found out that there are ways to keep an omega sated at least partially without a cock deep inside of them; Come. It proved helpful many times when a heat came unexpectedly and he would have to clamber out of their nest to hunt for food or fix an urgent problem with their, still partially ruined, keep. He also knew alphas were well equipped to take care of their own urges without an omega stuck at the end of their cocks constantly, his pups able to sate their own lust well enough throughout the years cooped up in their rooms with a hand stripping their member. So he had a plan.

He straps their beautiful human onto a table or something alike, Jaskier’s chest flush with the sturdy surface and his arse high in the air, and then keeps his boys bound tightly not too far away. If he keeps them all close enough to excite one another their heat and ruts would end sooner, but he skirted a thin line between that and actually torturing the four. Vesemir settles on them staying across the room, spaced out enough to not hurt their brothers and well far enough to not come anywhere close to the omega even if they were to escape, the old wolf ready to intervene at any notice. The bonds are loose enough for the witchers to touch themselves, bring themselves to the edge and beyond as much as they would like while watching Jaskier’s hole flutter with need for them to fill him, to take care of him like he wants so badly.

He leaves them to figure themselves out as he prepares Jaskier in the meantime, fingering him open wide on four digits and petting him softly and homely to keep him from dropping. The boy needs an alpha to care, to nurture him, so he will be the one taking care of that. When his pups have all managed to pop their knots in their hands, Vesemir’s quick to collect the seed, either in a bowl or bottle, and goes over to the omega, stroking his thighs and back so, so gently before holding him open with his free hand, pouring the alphas’ spend into him slowly.

The effect is immediate, Jaskier almost screaming from the feeling of right as his body gets what it needs and the witchers groaning and purring at how their scent mingles with his slick. He can’t plug him up, can’t have his pups unable to see and smell their claim on him if he wants this to end in any timely manner, so instead he lets it drip down the boy’s thighs and pool between his spread knees, fills him up over and over while tending to the four constantly. He ends up almost bulging with the combined come filling him up, the angle making it slowly slide further inside of him as more and more is trapped inside despite the copious amounts leaking down his skin.

And as their combined heat and ruts subsides Vesemir is exhausted (and horny, godammit! but he couldn’t exactly be the only alpha to fuck their cute omega in heat if he didn’t want his pups chewing their own hands off to free themselves and get their own taste) and still has to tend to them all, rehydrate their dry throats and wash them off properly before even thinking about letting them all free. When finally done he leaves them all to collect themselves, still bound up though placed in far more comfortable positions, while he gets some well-earned rest.

The aftermath would be... a lot. His boys are growling and pushing each other around to get to the omega, huddling close and dragging him into their laps to scent and claim even as the post-rut haze is gone. The omega smell like them, like he’s been properly mated in heat, something entirely new for the three and Vesemir lets them have their fill, only barking out for them to calm down when Jaskier is whining from their rough pulling and nibbling. Once the day has passed and things are back to normal, the three pups a mumbling and whispering, Jaksier nodding feverishly and small pleas leaving him for them to carry his tired body. Eskel sheepishly hands the boy over to their pack leader, all of them thanking him profusely before leaving him alone with the omega as he keens and stretches in his lap, grinding against the constant hard-on he’s sported throughout the entire ordeal.

And then Vesemir has his turn - a well earned one at that - and spends the entire night with the boy in his embrace and on his cock, groaning at the way he clenches around him and thanks him over and over for taking care of his pack.

So like... the whole idea of them all being tied up and driven mad from their needs but actually unable to touch was... very good in my head. And Vesemir making sure their omega is not without seed inside bulging his belly out and the pups are not tearing each other apart whilst unable to breed him. Still not sure this... came out the way I wanted it to though 😭