Crow. Babe.
Aether/Mountain/Omega
Big boy quintosis sandwich. How do you think that would go? :)
taking my text tangents and using them against me i see
mountain has a dick and a cunt today. you know, just so he can be filled up that much more
"Doing so well for us, little clover," Omega purrs in his ear.
"He takes magick so well, doesn't he?" Aether agrees. He runs a hand down the side of Mountain’s cheek, damp from stray tears and sloppy kisses. The earth ghoul’s eyes track imaginary patterns behind lidded eyes, gaze fixed somewhere in the middle distance of nothingness. The rest of him is limp, slack under the two quintessence ghoul’s hands. Dropped as deep as he can get, oh so sensitive and pliable.
Omega ruts a little where he’s buried deep in Mountain’s ass, smirking at the unbidden whine it earns him from his perpetually slackened mouth. Omega nibbles and sucks at his earlobe, pulling the breathiest of little uh uh uh’s from those drool coated lips.
“Just the prettiest plaything.” Mountain groans louder at that, ruddy cock twitching between his legs.
“Yes, darling, you are. Not a thought in that beautiful head, hm?” Aether playfully presses a fingertip in the middle of his forehead, letting a tiny spark grace the end of the motion. Mountain goes cross-eyed and bucks against Omega, head lolling back onto his shoulder uselessly.
“Fill him up, starlight.” The older ghoul pets at Mountain’s folds, wet with slick and as flushed as the head of his cock. “Satanas he’s wet.”
“Always is, for this.” Aether’s voice is fond underneath the jest. It’s true, what he claims—Mountain always drips for him with quintessence running through his veins. And, well, he couldn’t help it if he tried. “Come now, sunflower, let me see those eyes.”
Mountain slowly lifts his heavy head. His eyelids flutter as he struggles to open them, and keep them open, gaze flicking about Aether’s face as he attempts to focus. With difficulty, and a few frustrated whines, he fixes emerald-turned-ultraviolet eyes on Aether’s own.
“There he is,” Aether coos. “Still so obedient.” He lines up the wide head of his cock just below where his sex starts to split, running it along his damp cunt with a groan. “Keep ‘em open, darling.” He teases Mountain’s entrance now, so close to sticking it in. His skinny chest heaves as he uses what little brain power he has left to keep focus, do as he’s told.
“That’s it,” Aether praises. The head of his cock starts to slip inside, stretching Mountain even wider. Omega groans when he feels the ridge of it slide against the base of his own cock, even through the barrier of Mountain’s body.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Omega echos. Aether watches the earth ghoul’s face expectantly as he continues to press in. He lowers his voice to a whisper, leaning in close. Mountain’s cock kicks in anticipation, nearly slapping against Aether’s stomach. He can see how Mountain’s mouth waters too, a line of drool threatening to spill down his chin. It will eventually, of course, gone as he is.
“Now let’s see them roll allll the way back.” Aether thrusts all the way in, humming contently as Mountain’s eyes roll back into his skull. A deep rumbling groan forces its way out of his chest as he’s made to take them both. He’s simultaneously splitting open and being filled as full as he possibly can be, pressed between both solid quintessence ghouls like nothing more than a delightfully noisy toy.
And noisy he is, panting, huffing, sobbing, and whining as Aether bottoms out and presses close, his and Omega’s hands quickly beginning to roam all over his freckled skin.
The glob of precum smearing into Aether’s happy trail is all the warning either of them get before Mountain goes rigid between them, cock growing impossibly harder before he’s spilling over with a garbled cry. Thick ropes of it spurt onto his stomach and dribble down into the opening of his cunt.
“Poor thing,” Omega tuts. He gives a generous thrust—just one, in and out—without waiting for Mountain’s cock to stop twitching. The earth ghoul chokes on his inhale, fresh tears spilling down flushed cheeks. “He’s going to be such a mess when we’re done with him.”
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wip wednesday!
Today's snippet is from chapter 3 of overcome. At this point in my fic, Riza is preparing to move to Ishval for the reconstruction. Her and Black Hayate have to be temporarily separated (don't worry, they'll be back together again!), as the temporary housing/dormitory situation in Ishval won't have proper accommodations for a dog, even one as well-behaved as Hayate.
I don't normally get emotional at my own writing (most of the time I'm flailing and going, "ahhh is this emotional enough???"). However I have a cat irl that I have a really close bond with, and I kept thinking about how I'd feel if I was being separated from her like Riza and Hayate while I was writing this. So I was big sad lol.
This fic deals with Riza's mental health and ptsd, and being separated from Hayate (aka her main source of emotional support) is a huge detriment to her while she's first back in Ishval.
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💫12 Kal'tsit for the character asks?
What is a headcanon I have about this character?
Kind of a minor one, but I imagine at one point shortly before the story's start, Amiya had to organize and stage an intervention for her on account of her workaholic habits and Rhodes Island's smaller staffing at the time. One of the rules that was agreed upon was a reduction in her intake of coffee to stay awake for unhealthily long stretches of time, in the hopes that would encourage her to get more sleep. Instead, she got around that by using other stimulants, until those were also banned in a followup meeting.
Finally, she resorted to summoning and retaking Mon3tr; even if she's used to the extreme pain of her spine wrenching itself out of her body to transform into an eldritch beast, it's still intense enough to give her a shot of adrenaline to keep going for a while, even if far from an ideal solution. Between her performance noticeably slipping during this stretch, and the debatable case of intentional self-harm that can't be justified like the kind of circumstances that normally require Mon3tr's presence, Amiya finally relented and let her get back to unrestricted coffee usage.
Amiya didn't give up, though, and still instituted a curfew that took effect after 24 hours of being awake, only being pushed back if Kal'tsit is in the midst of a time-sensitive surgery or other emergency when that time expires. Kal'tsit of course does her best to exploit this loophole as well, sometimes getting to a full three or four days if she times it right, but is able to do this less frequently on the whole. She still doesn't get nearly enough sleep for how much time she spends awake, but it's a modest but respectable step up from the state she was in before, and a marked improvement from how she was during the Mon3tr-summoning adrenaline-boost era.
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I’m going to say this, but there are many factors to why Enji was never going to train Fuyumi as a hero, but it’s NOT because he’s a “Misogynist”!
I wish I took screenshots now, but there are people who are bent on the he’s a misogynist man and they use the fact he wouldn’t train Fuyumi as one of the proofs! However, I repeat there are many factors to why he wouldn’t train her, and it’s not because of misogyny!
Factor 1: Fuyumi was born in a time period where not only was the family ok, Enji was “happy” with his two children despite the lack of his desired quirk. Enji then went on to start training Touya, who had a fire quirk.
Factor 2: Fuyumi was never a runner up to be trained, unlike her brother who all three were runners up for training. Touya the first born and the first child trained, Natsuo whom was a runner up but didn’t achieve the spot and finally Shouto whom became the one chosen to be trained. Fuyumi was never a runner, she was born as I stated above during a time period when times were ok, and she was born to support Touya to be a sibling.
Factor 3: This ties in with the top two, but basically she was also not born with the desired quirk. Neither was Touya, but he at least had a fire quirk Fuyumi did not and so she wouldn’t of been trained. Fuyumi was never a runner up due to her time period of birth, and due to her lack of desired quirk.
These are the main factors to why Enji Todoroki never trained Fuyumi, it has nothing to do him being a misogynist or a man with old traditional thoughts. It was all about the desired quirk, and obviously this is a “what if” type of scenario but if Fuyumi had a fire quirk. Enji may have very well decided to train her next, and I don’t think the gender of any of his children would have changed the outcome! Shouto very well could have been a girl, Enji would have still trained her!
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All Hallows' Day!
WIP Wednesday - 12/20/23 (Closed) | FIC: All Hallows' Day
Kevin spends the next few hours meticulously researching about the history of epidemiology. He has a history of medicine class this semester and he's never enjoyed Aaron's company more than when they get to talk about history together.
Neil and Andrew never make an appearance during the day and he does hope that they get the backseat cleaned before he has to sit in it.
Eventually though, he can't quite manage to keep ignoring his phone buzzing in his pocket. He pulls it out and sees 'Nicky (Call me)' a name that Nicky had programmed in when he had first put his phone number into Kevin's phone ages ago and Kevin could not figure out how to change.
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