#all she's said about his human side was that she's been researching human sex to see if that does anything for them

[bumblingbabooshka]

Something so tragically funny about Spock telling T’Pring “On starfleet everyone accepts me for who I am...not human, not Vulcan just..Spock <3″ and then like 2 episodes later he gets yelled at and called an unfeeling pointy eared computer. Like I feel like the wah-wah sound effect should have played. 

[taraa-dactyl]

𝖀𝖓𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘

Masterlist

A/N -> Horny on main for this mf, heads up idk how to write steamy scenes and this is slightly unedited because im writing this at 5am.

Pairing -> Jake Sully x f!Reader

Summary -> Set during the events of Avatar (2009) Jake Sully is your escort through the forest as you complete fieldwork, he unknowingly comes into contact with a potent plant that causes ruts in Na’vi.

Warnings -> nsfw, p in v, cunnilingus, sex pollen, not enemies to lovers but nuisance to lovers, Na’vi!Jake x Human reader, ruts. MDNI

word count -> 2.6K

You’d been swamped since your return back to work, taking two weeks for yourself was definitely worth it to protect your sanity and reduce the chances of a burn out. However, now in an attempt to make up for the work you had missed you found yourself working late nights and early mornings, nose practically pressed to your tablet as you wrote up papers on your samples. 

You were finally given the green light to complete your own fieldwork on the condition that you had an escort with you at all times, most commonly an avatar driver. Norm was good company because you were able to bond over your mutual passion for science and the Na’vi culture. You did tend to grow exasperated when he monitored and micromanaged your work, committed to doing your work by the book, rules set by the RDA. 

Grace was way too busy to babysit you as you picked and trifled different plants and herbs, when she could be connecting with the Omatikayan people. Which left you with Jake, the perfect candidate as he was not only an avatar driver but also had a military background. 

It wasn’t that the two of you didn’t get along but you tended to butt heads over your work, he didn’t understand why your field of research was botany when scientists could be better utilised studying and researching the Omatikaya, clearly a connection and new respect for the people had formed since training with Neytiri.

Obviously he had no room to talk as he wasn’t even a scientist but that didn’t prevent him from voicing his opinions, which was definitely exacerbated by Grace and Norm’s allegiance to you.

Which brought you to this, trudging through the forest following the map downloaded on your tablet with a disgruntled ten foot tall Jake grumpily following behind you, muttering to himself about how he clearly knew more about the Na’vi because of his connection with the clan, despite you having years of training and study before you were allowed to go on the mission. Egotistical asshole. 

There was no arguing with Jake because it seemed like no matter what you said to him to defend yourself was met with laughter, clearly enjoying riling you up and getting a reaction out of you. Skxáwng didn’t feel like a strong enough word for him. 

“Are you nearly done, I need to check in with Grace before I go train with Neytiri. We’ve been out here for nearly an hour, surely you have everything you need by now.” He’s borderline whining as he playfully swats overhanging leaves out of his way.

“Calm your damn tits, I’m nearly done, it just takes a while to actually extract the samples.” You huff out with a roll of your eyes.

“Ugh I don’t have time for this, I’m supposed to go hunting with some of the warriors today.” His whining is endless, you think to yourself.

You attempt to stifle your anger with a sharp inhale. 

“You are more than welcome to leave, so I can get this done in peace. Besides, Hell’s Gate is nearby.”

“Mmm, actually I can’t. In case you haven’t noticed Grace will have me by the balls if I just leave you out here. Also you’re practically defenceless out here.” His patronising ends with a snort.

Unimpressed, you side eye him. “Well, in case you haven’t noticed, you may have an Avatar body but you're still human underneath that.” He doesn’t want to admit that it causes a pang within him.

He doesn’t respond, just walks past you to lead the way, pulling a rather large branch out of the way, waiting for you to walk through.

You finally set your equipment at the base of a tree where unruly moss sprouts and prepare your tools to harvest it.  

Jake continues to babble on behind you voicing his dissatisfaction and urges you to hurry up. You ignore the grunt he lets out when he sags to the floor, which soon turns to exaggerated sighing. You’re so focused on your work that you don’t notice when he runs his fingers over the plants around him with abandon. A patch of cerulean blue growths hidden from your view when you first walked into the clearing are the first thing he touches, enjoying the texture on his fingers as he picks at it and rubs it between his thumb and forefinger. 

You only pull out of the trance that you find yourself in when focusing when his sighing ceases, the sudden silence a forewarning. 

Jake stifles the urge to burst out laughing when he sees the size of your widened eyes, almost bursting out of their sockets.

“What? I’m letting you focus.” The blue coats his fingers now.

“Oh my god.”

“Oh my god what?” His prominent eyebrows knit together.

“Oh my god.”

He’s alarmed now. “Can you say anything other than oh my god?”

“Jake those are microspores, why would you touch a random plant?” Your voice is a whisper as you stare at him in disbelief.

“Eh it’s fine, it’s just a random plant.” He shrugs.

“No! It’s not fine, that random plant has spores on it that can trigger Na’vi ruts!” You exclaim, thumb and forefingers pinched together as you enunciate each word. His understanding of the situation dawns on him. 

“You mean- like the horny animal thing?” Not how you would describe it but you nod anyway.

You voice your thoughts as they run through your mind. “Okay, okay, I’ll take you to Grace-no what could she possibly do? Maybe the Tsahik or healers, surely they have a treatment to prevent it. Ok, yes.” You nod in finality.

Your tools are swiftly packed away as you usher Jake towards Hometree with urgency. He follows you blindly as you drag him by the forearm, he’s careful to slow his steps so he doesn’t bump into you. 

You find yourselves jogging through the forest with abandon, no longer attempting to clear branches and debris from the path. Jake’s steps begin to slow as you’re about halfway to Hometree and you glance back in confusion. 

“I don’t think you understand the severity of your predicament, we have to get you to the Tsahik before it kicks in.” You tug on his arm in an attempt to get him moving again. When you turn to face him, his large chest is heaving in an attempt to get enough air to his lungs. 

He licks his lips and breaks it to you with a shaky sigh, “I- I won’t get there in time, listen to me closely I need you to get to the Tsahik and tell her what is happening, tell her I sent you and ask for an escort back to Hell’s Gate.”

“What! No, c’mon we’re almost there.” Your confusion is palpable.  

He says your name to gather your attention. “If you don’t leave now, I won’t be able to control myself…around you.” He’s hesitant to add the end of the sentence.

You don’t budge, mind already made up.

“Jake, I’m not leaving you. we’ll work something out, surely a hunter or someone wandering will find us.” You’re urging him to go along with you.

His lips part and quiver as he finds the words to say. “I’m…out of time, it’s starting. If you don’t go now I will not be able to restrain myself.” 

You double down on your stance and come to a decision, “Fine, then don’t, because I’m not leaving.” You hold eye contact in the hopes he will understand your meaning. Thankfully he does.

He attempts to say something but quickly abandons it, bending at the waist to pull you close to him, chests flush together. His glazed eyes stare into yours hazy with lust, a final questioning for permission. A searing and hungry kiss is all he needs before his palm grasps your jaw, in an effort to deepen the kiss. Your lips part, his tongue enters and you’re hyper aware of your shared breaths mingling and intertwining with one and other. 

You’re almost embarrassed by how quickly you feel the effects of Jake in your senses, his masculine scent invades your nose, comforting and enticing all at once. You’re almost dizzy from his strong chest and muscled arms pulling you as close as possible. Weak knees force you to rely on him to hold you up and keep you from toppling over, surrendering to his hold. You’re thankful you can’t form Tsaheylu because he would feel the immediate reaction the stimulation has on you, nipples swelling and pressing against the thin material of your shirt, a slick wetness growing between your folds. 

He’s hesitant to pull apart from the kiss, finally concedes and forces the words out. “This is not how I wanted to do this. I wanted to take you out, wanted to take care of you.” He’s distracted by your lips, his breaths puff against your swollen lips. You glance up at him in confusion but let the thought go when he delves back into you.

He cups your cheeks gently as he plants all the passion and lust he’s clouded with onto you. You're forced to hold onto the backs of his hands as he walks you backwards till you’re leaving against the smooth bark of a tree. 

Now that you have some stability he parts from your body, planting kisses down the slopes of your face arriving at the innermost sensitive skin of your neck. He kisses, nips and suckles causing your eyes to fall shut once again and you can’t control the breathy gasps and quiet moans that escape through your parted lips.

Your head thumps back against the bark resulting in Jake’s new focus being your heaving breasts, that he has to admit look enticing. He abandons his task and is quick to grope at them before giving up and scrambling to pull the hem of your cotton shirt up and over your head. The folds of your skin and weight of your breasts jostle, he takes a moment to take in your form in all of its glory. Soft and delicate in comparison to his hardened warrior physique. 

His plump lips attach to your perked nipple, sucking and licking over and over until the sensitivity takes a hold of you, producing a moan from you. You want to smack him when you feel his lips quirk into a smirk, instead settling on running through the long tresses of his hair, groping and palming his queue. He whimpers, and now it’s your turn to smirk. Large hands trace down your ribs then stomach, kneading and pushing into the skin.

He pulls away from you, swiftly dropping to his knees, now level with your crotch. He looks up at you sending you a comforting smile that turns cheeky when he slides his hands around and gives your ass a squeeze. You blush and can’t suppress the shy smile that takes over your features.

You want to laugh and simultaneously aw while he scrambles to untie your boots and slide them off your feet.

All his focus is put on pulling your belt open and popping the button of your tactical pants, promptly sliding them and your underwear down your legs and holding the backs of each calf as you step out of them. 

Finally bare in front of him, he places a wet kiss to the space above your mound and slinks down to lick up your slit, lapping up and down before finally landing where you want him. Darting his tongue in fast circles on your clit and sucking softly which changes pace every so often. He continues on the seconds trickling into minutes before finally pulling away, your slick stringing from his lips. He goes back to pepper a few more kisses along your pussy, before pulling away again with a shake of his head.

“No, I’m going to have you around my cock when you cum.” There’s no room for argument when he pulls at you and moulds you into the position he wants. Your back is pressed into the forest floor, legs pulled apart and bent. His patience wears thin and is apparent when he pulls roughly at the ties of his loincloth, removing the offending material. He spreads the sticky fluid around the tip of his cock and pumps it, hips stuttering into his fist.

You’re entranced by the stripped pattern around his member, large and pulsating and prepare yourself.

The spores have full control of him now desperation and lust all culminating in him yanking you further closer to him by your thighs, he finally has you where he wants you. He slides his cock against your sticky folds, grinding on you before pulling back and aligning his head with your entrance. 

As he pushes in slowly, careful to not hurt you, the stretch is delicious pulling a loud high-pitched moan from deep within you. Heat flares all over your body, your eyes close in ecstasy as he pushes further and further into your wet heat. When he bottoms out and your clit is flush with his skin you take in a breath in an attempt to compose yourself. 

Slow pumps in and out give away, he’s unstoppable now, a brutal place that reminds you he’s under the effect of this carnal rut. He burrows into your neck placing more kisses across your glistening skin.

A resounding wet pap occurs every time he pushes back in, slick and sweat coats both of your skin, blending together, and you don’t know where he ends and you begin. He’s everything you’ve ever known and all you want, there are no words to describe the passion and connection you feel, undoubtedly reciprocated by him.

Grunts and moans echo throughout the immense forest, pure pleasure and fulfilment between the two of you. You’re hiding your face in his neck, it does nothing to muffle your moans and unrelenting gasps. 

You both make the steady climb to the apex of your orgasms, pleasure building steadily in the pit of your stomach as he hits the soft spot deep in you over and over, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. 

He reads you so easily. “I’m not pulling out.” There’s no room for argument, though realistically you don’t have one.

All you can do is nod against him as you stammer out that you’re close.

You finally reach your peak, pulsing and clenching around his cock, somehow more slick runs down his length and a long drawn out moan is inescapable. You look up at him wanting to memorise the lines and groves of his face, the white dots and freckles spread across the bridge of his nose. He stares deep into your glassy eyes and lets out a stuttering breath, eyebrows raising when he joins you at the peak. 

Warmth spreads within you as his hips stutter against you, gasping breaths intermingling, enjoying the remnants of the shared orgasm. 

When you both stop grinding and moving against one another's body, you remain like that, coiled within each other soaking up the aftermath. When he’s ready to move, he pulls out with a final deep groan, potent seed slowly dripping out of your sensitive cunt and trickles down to your puckered asshole.

“Beautiful.” He mutters with appreciation.

You untangle from one another and he shapes your malleable form onto your side and settles behind you, face nestling into your neck, sweat cooling. You both lie there in the afterglow, clouded with pleasure and slight surprise about what just occurred. He places another kiss to the notch at the back of your neck, sighing in content. 

After a couple of minutes lying there basking in the exaltation, you break the silence. 

“What did you mean this isn’t how you wanted it to go?”

The haze of his rut has subsided, and he’s finally able to conceive a coherent thought. He chuckles before answering, “I was gonna wine and dine you, that is when I could grow up and stop annoying you.” 

“I’m definitely a lot less annoyed with you now.”

[barleyo]

Hey there, tiger.

Recom! Miles Quaritch X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Hope you enjoy this (RUSHED) little drabble, there’s plenty more where it came from. My inbox is ALWAYS open, so don’t be shy to share any ideas or make and requests! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1.6K

Tags: p in v, oral (m receiving), SLIGHT dacryphilia, reader taking sneaky pictures of the Colonel, stalker behavior, one sided pining, degrading, public sex, humiliation, workplace sex, reader being a creep (she's just like me tho)

It wasn’t supposed to be weird or creepy in the least bit. At first, it was completely professional, practically part of (Y/N)’s  job description, and she did not do it often in the beginning. Once, maybe twice a week.

It was so innocent: quietly following the colonel around base, not too close, a few feet to divide themselves. Scribbling down observations she made about him, about how oddly cat-like he was, how all Na’vi were. Naturally, she had to get closer and observe more often to get all the details. If she did not do that, how would she have found out about the colonel’s feline tic of gliding his tongue over his teeth when he was angry? Or how his kitten-like nose crinkled in disgust at his team’s frequent immaturity, or how his tail thumped the ground when he was waiting for something? 

Or how far down his deep, azure stripes went down on his body? Well, she did not know that one yet.

(Y/N) tried to convince herself that it was her job, no, her obligation as a biologist on Pandora to study all life: plants, animals, the natives. 

The Recombinants. 

Colonel Miles Quaritch.

Besides, the research was helpful to her team, surely it must have been okay if the ends had justified the means. Reading Na’vi body language was crucial to communication with the natives, and the recoms could provide just that with their newly acquired bodies and movements.

So what if she peeked around corners to catch a glimpse of his toned back as he walked away, or if she ‘accidently’ bumped into him in the hallway to feel his hand on her own as he helped her to her feet? 

“Watch it now,” he had said, hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder to settle himself, “be more careful, a tiny thing like you might get crushed next time.”

She was just doing her job. Hell, she could sell it as Na’vi-human social studies to herself, anything to rationalize her hobby. Anything to be near him.

Noting these interactions and conclusions was well and fine, but a thought had occurred to her when she reached the halfway mark in her journal that focused on all things Miles Quaritch. A girl can only describe so much with words, and some pictures to accompany her entries would do nicely. 

There he was, long legs spread as he sat on a bench in the gym, thick, blue arm flexing as he lifted a weight. The gym was completely empty, just Quaritch, (Y/N), and her polaroid camera that was ready to snap a few pictures and leave with her. 

She silently opened the door and tucked her journal under her arm, ready to glue the pictures in as soon as her camera spit them out. She sat on her knees: being low to the ground made it easier for her to get a clear picture. Peering her head through the cracked entrance, she held her camera up, focused it, and clicked. 

She could have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for the colonel’s impeccable hearing capabilities. The second the shutter of her camera clicked, his guard rose. (Y/N) had not registered that he caught her until the screen of her camera showed a pair of black, heavy boots, tightly laced and dusty. 

“Can I ask what the fuck you think your doin’, miss?” Quaritch snatched the camera from her hands, pulling out the small polaroid that it dispensed. 

“No– sir, I promise, this isn’t what it looks like,” she said, scrambling to back out into the hallway. “I wasn’t–”

“You weren’t snapping pictures of me?” He shook the picture, exposing the image of himself it had burned onto the film. He grabbed the camera from her hands too, placing it on a nearby bench.

“Ah–”

“What’s this then?” He shoved the picture into her chest, hand gripping her shoulder to keep her from running. His face looked all but impressed, but his tone was teasing.

Her face grew immensely hot, she tried to turn her head away from him to hide it, but his finger fell under her chin and forced it up. 

“Look at me when I talk to you,” he said, tongue running over his sharp teeth. That was the first time she had seen it up close, seen him up close. It scared her, but the excitement he caused her far surpassed that feeling. “Answer me, won’t ask you again.”

“It’s a picture of you. I’m so sorry,” she blinked away tears forming at her lash line.

“No, ‘m not sure you are sorry.” He pulled her into the gym and pushed her back against the frosted window. “Matter of fact, I’ll bet I’ll catch you doing this again if I don’t teach you any better. I’ll bet this isn’t your first time sneaking pictures of me either, sweetness.” 

“No, it’s my first. This is the only time I’ve tried.” (Y/N)’s eyes glossed over, looking too soft and sad for Quaritch to resist any longer. 

“Really? Guess I should go easy on you then, huh?” A dark smirk covered his face.

Unzipping his pants, he pulled his cock out and gave it a few lazy strokes before forcing her to her knees and rubbing it over her face. Clear globs of precum got smeared over her face. Quaritch laughed as she tried to catch his cock with her tongue, letting it dart out of her mouth when it swiped past her lips. 

(Y/N) felt a whine constrict in her throat when he finally pushed past her lips and into her mouth. His big hands held the back of her head and held her still while he moved his hips. She moved her tongue over the underside of his dick, licking it as much as she could while he thrusted slowly in and out of her wet mouth.

She pushed her hands into her pants and rubbed her clit messily while Quaritch used her mouth. Her moans vibrated on his length, his control slowly slipped away with each noise. He let his pace loosen and let himself explore further into her mouth.

“I know you wanted me to catch you. You wanted me to catch you n’ punish you for creeping around,” he said through gritted teeth as he pushed further down her throat. Her throat clenched around his cock every time she gagged or choked, sending sharp pleasure through his body.

“Fuck,” he sighed. He pulled out and a string of spit connected (Y/N) to the tip of his cock. Miles took her camera and clicked. 

(Y/N)’s voice was croaky as she spoke, “What’re you doing?”

“Just leveling the playing field,” he said, smearing her spit all over her face. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up, flipping her body around on the glass. “Gotta have a pic of my own, baby, that’s just fair.”

Pulling her pants and panties down to her ankles, Miles teased his tip at her entrance, slipping it in with shallow thrusts. 

“Please, I need the whole thing…”

He grunted and pushed the rest in, stretching out her walls. She bit down a whine when she felt his girth split her open, leaning against the window for stability. He was ruthless with his pace now, he was far too close to his own release to take it slowly, instead choosing to pull her hips back and slam into them harshly. Slick squelches and skin slapping echoes in the empty room.

“Wanna know something?” he purred into (Y/N)’s ear, deepening his thrusts when he paralleled his back to hers to lean to her ear.

She didn’t respond, too lost in the feeling of him burrowing balls deep into her heat, too dizzy with ecstasy to focus on his words.

“I knew what you were doing.”

“Wha– what d’you mean?” she moaned.

“Don’t act dumb now, you think I didn’t hear you followin’ me around like a lost dog?”

“I–”

“You think I couldn’t smell you? I could, the whole time. Took everythin’ in me to not bend you over like this earlier.”

(Y/N)’s walls fluttered and clamped at his words, feeling them rush straight to her cunt like they were injected into her veins. “You knew?”

“Sure did,” his rhythm became messy and rougher, abusing every spot in her. “Smelled how wet you were for me in the hallways, mess hall, everywhere. Dirty little thing, always wantin’ me.”

She threw her head back and let a string of profanities fall from her mouth. Her cunt gushed hot, clear cum, dripping down her lips and thighs and coating Quaritch’s dick. 

“Christ…” 

He pulled out and pumped his length, giving rough tugs until he came thick ropes on (Y/N)’s slick pussy. He stuffed his fingers into her after scooping some of his cum up with them, and snapped a final picture. 

“You’re so fuckin’ soaked, it’s crazy,” he laughed, tucking himself back into his pants and adjusting (Y/N) as well.

She was silent for a second before opening her mouth. 

“You aren’t mad at me, are you? For following you around?”

“Oh, ‘course not,” he wrapped an arm around her waist. “You aren’t the only one who’s been busy. I’ve done a little hunting of my own too.” Using his other hand, he pulled out a stack of pictures from his back pocket.

Her eyes widened at one. 

The picture showed her with her hands in her pants. She was sitting on her bunk, and the picture was dark. It must have been taken at night.

“Where did you get this?”

“Like I said,” his grip on her waist tightened, “you aren’t the only one who’s been busy.”

[kyouryokusenshi]

Lol hello, I have another prompt and I thought of you. Could we see a small collection of sweet things people (like Skinner, TLG, Doggett, anyone) tried to do to help Scully while she was pregnant w/ William? I just think it's so adorable thinking of any of these people having to deal with a preganant woman, let alone Scully.

A Symphony of Support

@today-in-fic

The soft glow of morning sunlight filtered through the blinds of Dana Scully's apartment, casting a warm hue over the room. Her thoughts drifted to the past three months as she gingerly rubbed her growing belly. Her first and second trimesters of pregnancy had been undoubtedly difficult, and countless times she thought she’d lose the baby, especially when they found Mulder. 

It was a miracle. Scully had decided early on that she wanted to wait for a surprise, much to her mother’s chagrin. She didn’t understand it because she was sure her mother had to wait until her children were born before they knew the sex. Usually, she detested surprises, but she wanted complete autonomy over this one. Scully felt the baby was a boy, the mother’s intuition and all that, but all she truly cared about was that the baby was a healthy human—nothing more and nothing less.

Despite the difficult past several months, little did she know that a network of unlikely allies was conspiring to make the remainder of this journey as smooth and memorable as possible. 

Assistant Director Walter Skinner, a man of authority and discipline, was not one to easily reveal his softer side. However, when he learned of her pregnancy, his concern for her well-being took precedence. Not only did he have her back countless times to prevent her pregnancy from being used against her, but she’d also learned that he discreetly rearranged her assignments these past few months, keeping her away from high-stress cases. Despite her doctor’s insistence on pulling back from the field, she'd refused desk duty. 

"Your health comes first, Agent Scully," he would assert, his stern expression belying the genuine care in his voice.

Normally, she would have fought back, insisting that her pregnancy was a condition, not a disability, but she knew he was right. After they found Mulder, there was no reason to continue taking unnecessary risks with her and the baby’s health.

Once she started to show, the whispers and questions of water cooler conversation were inevitable; however, she couldn’t help but note the immediate silence that followed them each time AD Skinner made his presence known.

In an unexpected twist of fate, the Lone Gunmen, the eccentric conspiracy theorists, emerged as Scully's unexpected allies. Frohike, Langly, and Byers, fueled by their insatiable curiosity, immersed themselves in research about prenatal care and parenting. They handed her a meticulously compiled information folder with quirky footnotes and personalized advice. "Trust us, Scully; we know more than you'd think about babies," Frohike would chuckle, his enthusiasm infectious.

Scully couldn’t help the tears that betrayed her; damned pregnancy hormones. It sounded like something Mulder would have done.

Initially, she couldn’t stand Agent John Doggett, a large part of said water cooler conversations. However, he quickly proved his steadfast determination. Scully had recently learned of his son, Luke, who had been tragically killed during his days in NYPD. They shared an equal passion for justice. And his pursuit was one that she could appreciate and understand. 

He had formed an unlikely bond with Scully, having her back throughout every twist and turn. 

From carrying heavy files to checking in on her to offering helpful tips and suggestions, he’d remembered from his ex-wife’s pregnancy. "I've got your back, Agent Scully. Always," he would say with a reassuring smile.

With her empathetic nature, Agent Monica Reyes sensed the depth of Scully's emotions. Having faced her share of challenges as an adoptee, Reyes quickly lent a sympathetic ear and shared her insights. They often spent evenings talking, finding solace in each other's company. It was an openness she likened to her late sister, Melissa. She felt a gravitational pull she couldn’t explain after their first encounter, making her reach out to the New Orleans field agent, curious to learn more.

"You're not alone in this, Dana. We're in it together," Reyes would remind her, her eyes reflecting genuine understanding.

As Scully's due date drew closer, the collective efforts of Skinner, the Lone Gunmen, Doggett, and Reyes reached a crescendo. They came together to orchestrate a surprise baby shower, a testament to the camaraderie they had formed. Skinner secured a charming venue, the Lone Gunmen curated an eclectic playlist, Doggett handled the logistics, and Reyes planned heartwarming games.

The day of the baby shower arrived, and Scully walked into the room, her heart swelling with gratitude. The decorations were a blend of quirky conspiracy-themed elements and heartwarming sentiments. Laughter and conversations flowed freely, creating an atmosphere of warmth and unity. As Scully mingled with her friends and colleagues, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness as she realized once more that Mulder would not be there to share the journey.

Scully couldn't help but feel blessed. Skinner, the Lone Gunmen, Doggett, and Reyes had each played a unique note in this melody of support, and together, they had created a harmonious tune that resonated deep within her heart. Still, there would always be a gaping hole that somebody wouldn’t fill, that would only be filled by one person—her touchtone.

[deepspacedukat]

An Alternate Selection

Omg, I can't believe the SoC is almost over! I didn't know if I'd make it this far, honestly, so thank you to everyone who stuck around through all my late posts. Day 31 is basically a free space on the prompt list, so after I've posted today's fic and added the link to my SoC Masterlist, I'm going to edit the Day 31 section on the Masterlist to announce what I've selected for the final day! I hope you all enjoy the last two fics from this crazy event!

So, just as a side note, I did a little research, and it turns out that according to Memory Alpha, Tiron is a Serilian. If you want to read about that, I'll link the relevant Memory Alpha page here. Also, yes, Tiron is a creeper, but just like with Tolaris, I felt the need to put him into a situation. So here we go!

Day 30: Thigh Fucking

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Tiron (ST:DS9) x Dabo Girl!Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Serilian/Human sex, sex work, referenced holosuite sex, begging, thigh fucking, biting, corruption kink, implied oral sex (male receiving), Tiron is still a creep but at least it's not toward Kira this time.

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"A glass of Andorian ale," Tiron ordered as he straightened his sleeve and leaned against the bar. He hadn't been so disappointed with a holosuite program in years. Ah well. At least he had enough money to do something about it.

After expressing his displeasure to Quark over the program he'd just been forced to endure for an agonizing ten minutes, the Serilian had an idea of exactly what he wanted.

"What I want is not in your catalogue," he said leaning a little closer to keep their conversation as private as possible.

"Well, tell me what it is, and I'll order it for you," Quark murmured, trying to sound reassuring. "It may take some time, but if it exists, I'll get it."

"That's just the point, Quark. The program I want doesn't exist," Tiron muttered, and he offered the Ferengi a pretty serious amount of latinum for his custom program commission. He noted some fear, though, when he mentioned his interest in Major Kira playing a central part. "Can you do it?"

"...I'll look into the logistics of creating such a program, but in the meantime, I think you'll find that our in-house amenities are more than adequate to meet your...discerning tastes," the bartender said before snapping his fingers. Glidia, one of the Dabo girls, made her way to Tiron's side, and he scoffed. "Something wrong?"

"You think this woman can–" The Serilian broke off as he let his eyes wander the room and spotted someone he'd never seen before. Tiron barely noticed as Quark followed his customer's gaze and waved Glidia away.

"She's one of mine, as well. She started last week, and she's...quite skilled in pleasure for a Human," the Ferengi muttered, and Tiron swallowed as he observed the scantily-clad woman carrying a drink tray. He'd never been with one of her species before. Exploring their differences would certainly be an intriguing experience. "Would you like an introduction?"

Without tearing his eyes from the woman, Tiron tossed the latinum he'd offered earlier unceremoniously onto the bar.

"How long will that buy me?"

"A full night and morning."

"Excellent. Have her meet me in the holosuite I rented. Make the setting...interesting." Tiron smoothed his jacket and strode toward the stairs with his drink.

He'd needed to readjust himself in his pants several times to stay comfortable while he waited in the plush, palace bedroom that Quark had conjured for their use. When the door finally slid open, he had to make use of every shred of restraint left in him.

She was even more stunning in this light than she had been down in the bar. The nearly-transparent fabric of her flowing, smoke-like dress preserved only the smallest shreds of her modesty.

And yet...there was a quality in her wide eyes that made Tiron feel more like an animal on the prowl than he had in years. He could see why she'd been hired. There was an air of innocence about her that not even her risqué outfit could dispel.

The Serilian took great pride in the sounds he was able to coax from her as the night wore on. He'd started slow. Of course he had! Watching the slow decline of morals and dignity and the gentle transformation from chaste to depraved was half the fun of a seduction like this.

After all the foreplay he could stomach, he tossed her on the bed, grasped the bodice of her dress, and tore it straight down the center. She could afford another. He'd make sure of it. Tiron left the shredded garment on her torso as he positioned himself between her legs.

"Please...sir, please..." She begged so sweetly for him to fuck her that he nearly spilled before he'd even entered her. Pathetic little thing.

Perfect.

It had been so long since a non-hologram had been this desperate for him to use them. There must be some sort of chemical reaction between their pheromones, because he was beginning to feel frenzied, as well. A deep, burning hunger spread gradually from his chest outward to his extremities, permeating his every cell.

Tiron hadn't expected this level of compatibility between their species. He was even more surprised at his own actions when he lifted her legs, pressed them together, and began rutting between her slick thighs. Grunts and groans poured from him even as he bit at her calf muscles to mark her.

A gush of pleasure erupted from him along with his seed, drawing a shout from his throat and a needy whimper from the whore beneath him. His release spurted across her skin and torn dress to create a debauched sight that satisfied the Serilian more fully than he could have anticipated.

"Tiron...please..." She whispered as he lay down beside her and nipped at her shoulder. "Please, I need to come."

"Now, now, there's no rush. We have all night to play, my dripping little beauty," Tiron crooned as he watched her place a few soft kisses across his ridged chest. "I paid handsomely for your services, and I want to see how good you are with that mouth. Put your lips around my cock. Make me come that way, if you have the skill. Maybe if you're good enough, I'll hire you from Quark permanently."

He'd offer her triple the pay she was receiving at the bar and fuck her until all she knew was his name. That would get Tiron what he wanted.

One way or another, he always got what he wanted.

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A lot of people seemed to like my last one, so woe! More fic ideas be upon all ye again; compilation of au ideas I posted in LQ and haven't been edited to be easier to read edition!

(below the cut, because theres like 12 of them and its a big messy mess)

Nem?Tang fic where they wake up in some ancient convergent domain plant device with only hazy memories of how they got there but nothing solid enough to work off of, and also why is their hair so long, and where are their clothes, and where is the goddamn colony? Because oopsie daisy! it seems that somebody put them in the ancient alien magitech healing goo and forgot to take them out when they were done, and now two hundred years have passed and everybody else they know and love are long dead, and also apparently some giant ass fleet of earth guys tried to land while they were having a snooze but! oh! whoopsie! yet again! somebody sent them the wrong information about how to safely get through the wormhole and the majority of the fleet did not make it to the surface in one piece!!! and the some of the survivors may or may not have folk stories about people that may or may not be Nem and Tang’s loved ones doing either great or terrible things during those two hundred years they were sleeping through!!

mermaid au where Besk was a mermaid trapped in a research facility and Instance broke her out during her ecoterrorist days but Besk couldn’t go back to the ocean because (hand waves) so she stayed with Instance as a slightly-more-free test subject who could technically come and go as she pleases, and she did, and eventually came back from one of her outings with two whole goddamn babies, and despite their both their hopes both babies seem to be pretty much normal human babies except for the occasional weird non-human thing, like eating whole raw eggs or Tangent having an overnight sex change shortly after saying she’s a girl, and feeling like she’s the only mermaid left in the world eventually leads Besk to doing the same thing she always does, and now Instance is stuck with two ambiguously half-human grieving kindergartners, and now it’s the world’s words hybrid of Wolf Children and The Thirteenth Year (with a mild dose of human experimentation sprinkled on top)

modern day/modern-ish all humans on earth au fic where Sym is a pre-school teacher(or aid??) who just moved to a new town with his beloved edgelord of a boyfriend who never wants to talk about his past or childhood and Sym only knows bits and pieces that he’s mentioned over the past few years (but that’s fine he’s just got his secrets nothing new there), and at his new job with his new class there’s a young single parent of twins that also moved into town only a little bit after he did, and apparently they don’t have anybody in their life besides their kids, they don’t have any family and the kids dad isn’t in the picture, so he does the nice friendly thing and offers to lend a hand if they need help with anything, and one afternoon as he’s supposed to be leaving work after making sure that the kids are all picked up, he spots said single parent and said beloved edgelord talking/arguing about something, because apparently they used to know each other but haven’t seen each other in a long while, and his boyfriend doesn’t wanna hear what “actually super important and kinda immediately relevant” thing that his old friend wants to talk about, and before Sym can really stop them the two kids go running to greet their parent, and look we all know where this plot is heading fellas

(not sure if this one should follow Tang or Dys primarily but Imma go with Tang side for this) fic where there’s more people than canon but they’re still on Vertumna with little research on it & Sol has dream memories (maybe use part of the old idea about the Helio arriving as part of a mini fleet instead of a lone ship?), and Tang’s intelligence is lauded like in canon and she’s put into the best position to learn smarty smarts stuff, while Dys’ rebelliousness gets him no favors with the Man and gets himself marked as a troubled kid and moved away from his sister, with Tang being told that she can seek him out once she’s an adult if she still wants to but for now not to waste her time or energy on worrying about him and focus on her studies. She keeps hearing him being mentioned in passing as being part of some big secret alien-centric program to so she knows that he hasn’t gone awol, but she still doesn’t see him for the next 3 to 5 years even tho she still gets to see most of the other kids (bar Sol, who was also yoinked by the secret alien program). Fast forward to her being an adult enough adult who seems appropriately level headed for doing amoral sciences, so she’s invited to see the big important secret alien project, and “_so Tangent, you know how some of the xenofauna can pass information and feeling between individuals of different species through physical contact, and that there’s some functional technology leftover from the alien civilization that lived here beforehand? And that your brother spent a lot of time exploring ruins? And how sometimes science needs sacrifices? For the greater good and all that? :)?” and Tang gets to see her brother as one of the star subjects of the project’s attempt to recreate a messy version of the array (while not even understanding what it actually is)

like 3 different variants (Geranium, Flulu, and Hal+Tonin+Sol’s she group on a field trip” of “like 3 weeks after landing somebody falls into a mini wormhole and comes out 25 years into the future, except none of them went missing in the second timeline, and now they’re in the future having to deal with the way life actually turned out, and they don’t even know all of the stuff that their other selves do/did, because they may or may not be alive still in this other timeline”. (Actually what got me into working on all those future kid things because I wanted to know who’d be doing what when and with who)

au where Besk blacks out shortly before her suicide attempt and wakes up in a cave on Vertumna, having 0 idea where she is or how she got there, and stumbles around thinking she’s dead until one of the surveyors finds her, and upon getting back to the colony she finds out that she’s supposed to have been dead for the last 11 or so years, with her two five year olds now being sixteen (the same age as her when she left Earth & also how long she spent on the Strato), and she has to learn how to adapt to everything and being alive when she shouldn’t be while there are so many others who died and aren’t magically alive again, and also has to do all this while more or less locked under constant observation, because BOY nobody is going to casually leave her alone for like, so many reasons

fic that opens with Kom waking up in the medbay after the age 14 glow attack and Nem and their younger brothers and all his friends are so unbelievably glad he’s awake and ok, but he keeps learning about the not canon possible things that happened either during the attack or while he was healing (like his mom dying while helping the kids evacuate the creche or chief Rhett and Sol’s parents having died defending geoponics), and he’s just stuck with this unending feeling that he’s supposed to be dead right now, but he’s not, and I’m not sure where to go with the story past that

au where Kom wakes up five years before the Strato reaches the wormhole with the knowledge that he’s going to die ten years from now, and it more or less follows a dreamer Kom story except that he knows that his story only has one conclusion, and rather than trying to prevent his own death he spends that time trying to save and protect as many people in his life as he can (maybe prequel to above scenario?)

obligatory single “nice” modern au fic except that nice has to be in quotation marks because technically it’d be about Dys breaking into Sym’s house after committing a major felony and definitely in a big hurty thinking that it was abandoned, but like surprise! it’s not! and even tho Dys fully expects Sym to call the cops on him and wake up in jail he instead wakes up in Sym’s guest room and immediately assumes that he either died already, accidentally tripped into the fae realm, or Sym is some kinda polite hannibal ass serial killer, and it’d be just a whole bunch of Sym being genuinely kind and nice to Dys while Dys is just “y tho like literally what is wrong with you”, and it takes like 2 years and several more major felonies for them to get together. also this might’ve spawned off of the earlier pre school teacher one but it’s not 100% attached to it so that’s why it has it’s own bulletpoint

2.5 flavors of a Hunger Games AU, which are "special games where its announced that this year each district has to send two siblings/other close family members, and the twins get reaped in their district", "one of the younger boys gets reaped but Kom volunteers in their place", and "Tang watching as Dys gets reaped the first year he's applicable for it and she can't do anything about it, and then having to watch as Kom (in his last year of being applicable) volunteers in her brother's place and all of his siblings are now freaking out" which only came to me as I was sharing the first two.

also have this flawless related image

au where Sym sees videos of wild animals in urban areas being relocated to a better habitat on the data thing Sol gives him and he comes up with a fresh new idea; cut to his two favorite humans (age 13/14) waking up on a strange beach some few thousand kilometers away from the colony several weeks later with 0 idea how they got there (ark opening tune starts to play)

also whatever this is

anyways, that's definately not all of the random au ideas I've had and don't include some of the more developed ones I've actually made effort to work on/flesh out, but these were on hand and I wanted to share them too

[bcbdrums]

Just Love Me

What, an actual fanfic and not just tiny quotes? It's a mediocre offering but yes, an actual story.

Anyway, this fic is a direct sequel to Just Hold Me. You need to have read that story first to understand this one.

This fic includes the warnings: non-graphic mentions of sexual assault; mildly descriptive sex scene. This fic is an extremely solid M-rating in my mind.

Writer's honest opinion, I feel like I didn't wrap this up well enough and that it needs a third sequel... I only addressed one of the issues, and I'm not sure I addressed it well at all. But. This fic has been sitting "complete" for over two years now, I've no one to beta, and it's time to get it moving. If it's lousy y'all can be brutally honest, lol.

Okay, on to the angst...

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Just Love Me

Drakken stood silently in the bedroom doorway, watching his wife. She lay on her back in their bed, blankets askew at her waist. Her hair was mussed all around her where she had tossed and turned, and her palms lay flat on her chest and abdomen where her dark gray t-shirt was also a bit twisted from her restlessness. She was wide-eyed and staring at the ceiling.

Drakken had been watching her for nearly thirty minutes. Her eyes had been closed when he came back to the room, though she hadn't been asleep. And it was clear she hadn't slept at all for the hour he had left before that, working quietly in the den in hopes that she might finally sleep.

He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Only 2:46 p.m.

Shego never slept anymore. Not since... Since the incident.

Things had only gotten worse since the interrogations by Global Justice and the police, inquiring into Sangerson's death.

Drakken had been offended that neither organization seemed to put any weight on the attack against his wife that had led to her accidentally killing Sangerson in self-defense. And when he had finally exploded at the authorities after their insinuation that she had acted deliberately, they had finally apologized. Or rather, offered the excuse that since no prison on Earth had ever been able to hold the former villainess, it seemed unbelievable that one average human, criminal though he was, had managed it.

On the bed, Shego suddenly lurched onto her side. Drakken's eyes widened and he made his presence known.

"Shego?" he asked in fear.

"Gonna throw up..." she mumbled as she held her stomach and her breaths became heavy.

Drakken grabbed the wastebasket and held it beneath her face where she had leaned over the edge of the bed. She recoiled only slightly, and then stared past him at the floor as she tried to steady herself. He watched as her breaths gradually began to slow, and then after about a minute she cautiously lay back on the bed. She set one hand over her abdomen again, but the other she placed on her forehead as she closed her eyes, her lips parted and her brow furrowed as she continued to struggle.

Drakken's heart was racing. She hadn't been physically sick in the days that had passed. It didn't make any sense... Except...

"Morning sickness?" he asked carefully.

"Maybe," she said softly, her eyes opening briefly as she considered. After a few seconds she closed them again, her voice falling to a whisper. "I think it's still too soon."

Drakken's heart sank in despair. She barely ate. She didn't go to work anymore (per his demand, she was on stress leave). She lay in bed for half the day more often than not, but never napped and could barely get a few hours of sleep at nights. Now she was getting ill.

As fearful as he was for her, he had an equally great fear for the new life that was growing inside her.

Drakken was a scientist. As soon as they had learned Shego was pregnant, he had started his research. He knew how important it was for mothers to have stress-free pregnancies in order for the healthy development of the baby. Especially in the earliest weeks.

He watched for another minute as her breathing gradually evened. She swallowed slowly, and he saw how dry her lips were. He glanced at the two nightstands and saw no cup indicating she'd had water that day. He looked back at her as she switched which hand was on her abdomen and which was on her forehead.

Drakken felt the fear begin to tighten his chest. He cleared his throat softly and then set his hand softly next to hers over her middle. But at the moment his fingers made contact, she startled slightly. His heart hurt even more. Despite the audible warning he'd given, she still hadn't been sure...

He looked at her face. Some of the worry lines in her forehead had faded. He hoped his touch was helpful... No, he knew it was. But she was still struggling a lot more with all that had happened than she had expected herself to. It made him wonder at times if she'd actually told him the entire truth of what had happened. He would then immediately remind himself she had no reason to lie. Unless to spare his feelings...

He went back and forth over it in his mind for several minutes. But as he had gotten the train of thought going, he suddenly found he couldn't shake it as he looked at her distressed face and listened to her shallow breaths. He pinched his eyes shut, furious with himself. But his lips moved anyway.

"Shego... Are you sure you...told me everything, about what happened? I mean...was there anything else you...should have told me?"

He wasn't sure about his phrasing. He didn't want to sound like he was accusing her of anything at all.

She looked just as confused as he felt. She studied him for a long moment trying to decipher his meaning, and then her eyes became a bit clouded.

"Did you...want to hear the details...?" She looked very reticent. He quickly shoook his head.

"No, I...I just..." He looked down. He looked up again. "I just want to help you. I don't know what to do, Shego... And I don't want to make you have to think about it. But I can't figure out what's wrong..."

Shego looked back at the ceiling. She gave him a brief, knowing glance. Yes, he knew that her nightmares were part of why she couldn't sleep anymore... But he was losing her in the daylight hours too. He was losing...all of her.

Her hand slid atop his on her abdomen and she laced their fingers together.

"Actually...that might help."

"What?" Drakken asked. Her cautious but hopeful eyes met his.

"Talking about it... Maybe then I won't think about it every time I close my eyes."

Drakken's breath caught. He...he didn't actually want to hear it. Just the thought.... Knowing that another man had touched his wife, was bad enough.

The hope began to fade from Shego's eyes. He tightened his fingers on hers.

"If you think it will help you..." he said quietly, his throat tight.

She gave him a grateful look, even though she appeared uncertain herself. Her other hand left her forehead and hugged herself across her chest.

"I remember pain when I came to, from the knockout stuff... He was digging his fingers into my hip, and yanking on my zipper. But he'd already broken it..."

Drakken watched a broad array of emotions play across her face as she recalled all of the details of the horrendous event. He knew his own face was a mirror of hers at times with the horror and fear of what she had endured as the tale drew out to be several minutes. But he also grew angrier as she began to confirm many of his assumptions. The thought crept into his mind again that if the vile criminal weren't already dead, Drakken would have killed him himself.

Suddenly, Shego squeezed his hand hard.

"Drakken."

He startled from his thoughts and felt the furious grimace on his face. He forced it away before meeting her eyes. She looked afraid, disturbed...sympathetic, and even hopeful.

"I'm going to be okay. Don't...don't be like that," she said, reaching her free hand to his cheek.

He mirrored her gesture and then let his hand come to rest on her shoulder as his face fell.

"But you're not okay..." he whispered. "You're not getting better. You can't even sleep..."

Fear of losing her suddenly assaulted him like an enveloping darkness. He sank down to sit on his heels next to the bed, closing his eyes against the dreadful sensation. Every moment of every day, she seemed to be slipping away from him. And he didn't know how to bring her back.

He carelessly brought her held hand to his lips and kissed her fingers as his mind continued to race. She was his entire world... He could have only her and nothing else, and he would still feel he had everything... And he was losing her.

"Do that again?"

He opened his eyes to the sound of her quiet voice and looked at her in question.

"Kiss me."

He brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them long and slow, feeling the strength in her bones while his eyes never left hers. A yearning and a desperation was building behind her dark gaze, and a moment later her hand was behind his neck, gently pulling him to her.

He met the warmth of her lips in a soft caress, pouring love through the tender touch until they both needed to come up for air. Drakken gasped softly, breathlessly, and stared at her. The hopeful look in her eyes had faded, and she was looking past him, away at a point in the room.

"I think I know what would help..." she murmured.

Drakken's brow rose. If she thought something would help, why did she look so...?

"I think..." she said hesitantly, "if we made love... But..."

"I don't think I can," Drakken blurted out. A moment later, he blinked as he realized Shego had said the exact same words in unison with him.

It wasn't even a question in his mind. Of course she couldn't, how could she possibly want to with the dreaded memories so fresh and their pain still affecting her?

Shego was shifting over, and Drakken crawled up onto the bed to lay next to her, leaning up on his side as she continued to speak, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling again as she usually did throughout the days.

"I don't feel like me anymore. I feel like...like part of me was stolen. Except...somehow, it was part of me that...that wasn't really me. It was you," she said, turning her worried eyes to his again. "I know that doesn't make any sense..."

Drakken watched her as he tried to process her meaning. It was undeniably true that there was something special and transcendent about...being one with her. He wondered not for the first time if that was something normal between couples, or unique to them. He'd only been with Shego, so he had no basis for comparison. But it was unquestionably, the greatest feeling on Earth.

"It...makes sense..." he said slowly.

And it did. Because he had repeatedly and angrily had the thought that she had been stolen from him; that something rightfully only his had been forcibly removed, torn out with a dagger and leaving her with jagged bleeding wounds that no medicine knew how to heal. Except that the wounds were also in him somehow.

When he considered his own pain, it was always followed with the very primal thought that he needed to reclaim her; that although the other man had only gone so far and that his actions were hated, Drakken still needed to take his woman back in a very physical way, proving that he had the only right to her.

It was a strange thought that slightly disturbed him if he thought about it for too long. But now, looking at the desperation in Shego's eyes... Somehow and inexplicably...it seemed to be exactly what was needed. And she felt the same way.

"But...I can't," Shego said quietly, her gaze becoming half-lidded as she stared sadly at the ceiling.

Drakken kissed her cheek. "Neither can I," he said with understanding.

Shego took a breath and her lips parted, but after a long moment she let the air go in a wordless exhale. Drakken watched as her eyes began to take on the same worried expression they had held for over a week now. His heart sank.

She suddenly looked at him. "I think talking about it helped," she said quietly.

Drakken's brow rose. "It did?"

Shego nodded, and then her gaze returned to the ceiling.

Drakken sighed, although his chest felt slightly less tight. That was at least a tiny move in the right direction. But would it be enough?

As the familiar fear of losing her came over him, he lay down and slowly pressed himself closer to her, releasing her hand and draping his arm over her and holding her gently. He closed his eyes as he felt her begin to relax against him. That was one constant that always helped soothe his fears. He could only hope it had the safe effect on her.

"Try to sleep, please Shego," he said softly.

He felt her sigh, and he barely moved or said another word as several minutes passed. But finally, he felt her breathing even out. He waited another several minutes before carefully removing his arm and moving away from her warmth. He didn't want to leave her, but he needed to get back to work.

As he crept away from the bed and out of the room, he missed Shego's eyes staring after him in silent desperation.

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Over the next few days, Drakken was saddened to find that not much had changed. If talking through the ordeal had helped her, there was no outward evidence of it. The only thing he noticed that was different was that Shego seemed to be watching him more, rather than staring away at nothing.

If he was moving around in the bedroom, she was watching him. When he was cooking and when they had their meals, she watched him. And she even sat in the den more often and watched him working.

He didn't have to wonder what it meant for long, as at the end of the third day when he had entered the bedroom after finishing his work for the night, Shego was sitting up in bed waiting for him. She was wearing a lacy, sky-blue nightdress that was designed to entice.

"I need you!" she blurted out with quiet urgency before he had finished closing the door behind him.

He paused and stared at her, his mind immediately racing through the various things he thought may go wrong with that particular endeavor.

"Are you sure?" he asked cautiously. He couldn't bear the thought of further traumatizing her by unknowingly...touching her a certain way, or saying the wrong words in the wrong tone, or something.

"Yes," she said almost anxiously. She leaned back on her elbows in the bed, bending her knees and pointing her toes. The pose was sultry and alluring. But her eyes were worried.

He approached the bed anyway, not willing to deny her anything that might help by that point. It had been over two weeks now. He was so worried for her, and the baby...

When he sat down and scooted nearer to her, her arms were already outstretched. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down before he had even gotten his feet off the floor, and began kissing him. Drakken answered her touch and was surprised at how quickly she began untucking his shirt and undoing his buttons.

The familiar touch of her hands was like salve on a wound. But that feeling instantly brought confusion. It wasn't supposed to be about him feeling better. It was supposed to be about healing her scars.

That thought threw his mind into clinical mode, and as he kissed her he became less aware of her hands pulling off his clothing and her lips meeting his adoringly. He was too busy wondering exactly what he was supposed to do in order to most safely accomplish the goal.

"What's wrong?" Shego asked, her lips finally releasing his and her head falling back to the pillow. She looked confused and concerned.

"What do you mean?" Drakken asked as he sat up and finished pulling off his shirts.

"You're not... You don't seem very..." she paused and looked him over as he kicked off his shoes slid out of his pants, "interested."

Drakken looked at her uncertain expression. He didn't need to look at his crotch to know nothing was happening there. He realized that the way he had been thinking, he was never going to be able to get focused enough.

"Sorry, I was...I was just worrying," he said honestly, leaning over her to kiss her again.

He tried to focus on what he was supposed to feel. The touch of her lips meeting his so perfectly, her hands running up his arms and holding his shoulders, and her knee pushing between his legs and trying to move him closer to her.

None of it was helping. He'd been stuck so long in a state of concern, that he was barely affected by her attentions. He sighed in frustration and sat up again, his brow furrowing. Shego looked at him in confusion and sadness.

"Hold on..." he said, looking down at her and starting to let his eyes roam over her body.

"Do you...not want to?" Shego asked, a hurt and even more worried look coming into her eyes.

"No, no I just...sorry, give me a second," he said, letting his eyes take in every inch of her.

He looked at her feet, and the perfect symmetry of her shapely legs. He looked at the way the hem of the short, lacey nightdress fell over her thighs at just the right spot to entice, but still left everything to the imagination.

As his eyes continued upward his goal of arousal was interrupted again by the memory of bruises on her skin. His gaze fixed on her clothed hip, where he had seen the dark bruises in the pattern of fingerprints weeks ago. Where her attacker had simply taken out his fury at not being able to do worse to her. It made Drakken's heart beat harder.

The uncomfortable, primal desire he'd been having to reclaim her started to return. He latched onto that feeling and forced it to grow by recalling the horrid memories she'd shared with him of her experience. Of words spoken that were nothing but hate, and of violating touches of hands and lips.

It made him angry. She was his wife. His only. No one else had the right. And the recollection of her descriptions was indeed starting to stir something in him that he could only describe as territorial. He needed to reclaim her as his own. And that thought was finally building his arousal.

"Drakken?"

He brought his eyes up to her face and he was instantly shaken out of his thoughts. Shego looked...afraid.

"What's wrong?" she asked, leaning away from him slightly. Her voice was thin.

He shifted toward her, beginning to comprehend his mistake, and with the movement caught a glimpse of his reflection in their vanity mirror. He met his own gaze and saw the cold anger he had allowed to build, mixed in with an almost blind determination... And then seeing the confused and frightened look on his wife's face...still trusting, despite how he looked...

"I..." He turned back to her, forcing everything he had been thinking out of his mind. "I'm sorry. I was...thinking about what happened, since I was having trouble..." he said with a gesture. "But when I think about everything, I get angry, and it...it makes me want to..."

He paused and frowned at himself. Would she like the words that had been running through his mind? Thoughts of claiming her, possessing her, and making her his again? Even though she'd not really been taken from him...

He saw Shego shift away again and his eyes snapped back to focus on hers. She wasn't happy.

"You have to...be angry to...?" she asked. Her gaze darkened and she looked past him with the worried and fearful stare he'd become accustomed to seeing on her. "I don't...want you angry."

Drakken reached out for her, desperate to erase the last few moments and apologize. But Shego lay down and turned away from him, curling in on herself.

"I need you," she said quietly.

The sound of her sniffling was what brought the lump to Drakken's own throat. He slowly lay down and cautiously set his hand on her bare shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Shego. I'm so sorry."

Her hand reached back and grabbed his, and he took it as a sign that it was okay to be closer. He slowly curled up against her back. And when he felt her frame shaking with silent cries she was struggling to control, he couldn't stop tears from coming to his eyes.

"I'm so sorry..." he repeated, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. He was relieved that she leaned into him, rather than pulling away like he feared.

"Can't..." Shego said tearfully, "can't you...just love me?"

Drakken's heart broke at her words. He held her tighter as he silently cried into her hair.

He realized then that the horrible things she had endured wasn't something either of them could just get over. The sordid incident was something they would both have to heal from and work through. And probably for a long time.

He also realized that she had been right about him that night everything had happened. He was bottling it up, just as she'd thought. He was trying to be strong for her. But he was just getting weaker for the both of them.

"Can't you just love me?"

Her sad, desperate words resonated in his mind. Couldn't he?

He thought of the way she had first kissed him when he sat down on the bed minutes ago. The way her lips had poured adoration and desire into every touch, and the way her hands had spoke of yearning and need as she had embraced him and tried to pull off his clothing.

She...'just loved' him. And in those moments she hadn't appeared worried about memories or pain, the way he was. She trusted him. She trusted his love. And he had very nearly violated it.

He scowled at himself for a moment before shaking it away and focusing again on what she wasn't saying explicitly, but what was implied. She trusted him to heal her mental and emotional scars. She wanted him to. And he didn't need to worry in excess about being careful as long as...all he did, was...

"Yes I can," he said aloud into her hair.

"What?" Shego murmured, sniffling again.

Drakken leaned back and gently pushed her shoulder until she lie down, looking up into his eyes. He rubbed his face to get the tears away and then gently used the back of one knuckle to dab at hers.

"I can...just love you."

Her brow rose slightly, and her eyes remained uncertain. Drakken ignored the fresh damage he had caused in favor of sitting up, taking her hand, and kissing it.

He kissed the back of her hand, and along the length of each of her fingers. His caresses were slow and lingering, giving attention to every joint and muscle and inch of lovely green skin. He turned her hand over and gave the same attention to her palm.

Instead of worrying about what she may not want, he thought of how lucky he was to have her. How lucky he was that she had chosen him, when she could have had her pick of men. And that her choosing him was the result of nothing less than a deep, passionate love she had expressed to him from their first kiss, to the simple gestures she made for him throughout each day.

"It's all I've ever wanted..." he murmured absently, only realizing he'd spoken the thought aloud when he felt Shego shift nearer to him.

As he kissed her wrist he looked up into her eyes, and he saw that the worry was fading. He continued his attentions, kissing the soft, pale skin on the inside of her forearm, and then gently turning her arm to kiss the slightly rougher skin at her elbow.

"You're beautiful," he said shakily, smiling down at her as he continued the rain of kisses over her flawless green skin. It might be too late that afternoon to redeem the precious moment of normalcy she had initiated, but he would try as long as she let him.

She pulled her arm out of his grasp and looped it around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her lips. Again her touch was nothing but loving, and full of need. It fueled his desire, and also his determination to demonstrate what he had failed to do before. He loved her with all that he was, and he wasn't going to let her have any doubt that love was the only reason he was in their bed preparing to ravish her.

He leaned away and out of the grasp of her fingers, despite the small whimper she gave, and he moved to sit up between her legs. He picked up one of her feet and set it atop his shoulder and then turned his head to kiss her ankle. She smelled of fresh apples, the scent of her soap, and he knew she had just come from the shower. He lifted her foot again and kissed its sole. The tiniest and briefest of giggles was the response, since she was ticklish there.

Drakken grinned, calm beginning to return, and he set her foot back on his shoulder and held it carefully with one hand so he could lean forward to kiss along her calf. His free hand began running up and down the inside of her thigh, massaging the firm flesh as his lips attended to the rest of her leg.

Shego's fingers wiggling into the elastic band that held his boxers at his waist broke his focus, and he paused and rested his cheek against her leg as he smiled at the happy and yearning look on her face. It was only the relief in her eyes that reminded him that all was not well, and there was more weight to his actions now than perhaps any of the other intimate times they had shared.

He set her leg down and moved to divest himself of his last article of clothing while she pushed herself to sit upright. She lifted her arms, and he gently pulled off her lacy blue nightgown. As soon as she was free, her arms went around him. Drakken had expected a kiss, but she instead she clung to him tightly and rested her head on his shoulder.

He held her close in response, his hands pushing her hair aside to feel the warmth of her back. He rested his cheek against her head as he slowly rubbed up and down her smooth skin. He hoped he was finally helping her... He hoped his foolishness of before, despite the insistent thoughts in his head, wouldn't further harm her.

His thumb and fingers massaged the base of her neck while his other hand traveled in long and slow broad strokes over her back. After several passes he boldly slid his hand down to grip her rear, and after another slow rub of her back he added kneading the softer flesh to the routine.

Shego sighed into his neck and relaxed heavily against him, her tight grip loosening to be merely firm as her fingers moved to clutch his shoulders. He was forced to shift as she suddenly snuggled nearer, bringing them as closely together as she could while they were sitting up, and then pressing her cheek to his.

Drakken wasn't sure how long they sat simply holding each other, but he spent the time forcing his mind to calm. Shego was safe, in his arms. Despite how she had been slipping away from him for days, somehow...she was finding her own way back to him. And all she wanted from him, and was eager to give, was love...

He turned his head to kiss her temple, and then continued to place small, soft kisses over her face. He felt her relax even further, and soon she was returning the kisses across his jaw and cheekbones. When their lips finally met, the passion was a familiar yet soothing fire. He focused on that sensation, and the desire for her that bloomed in his chest with the tender caress of her lips.

She still clung tightly to him, kissing him deeply as he finally lowered them down and reached back to tug the blankets over them. And then he braced himself on his elbows as he stretched out and settled comfortably to look into her eyes. The faintest hint of worry had returned, and he leaned down to kiss her neck and shoulders briefly as he wove his fingers into her hair.

"Okay?" Drakken asked softly, bringing his eyes back to hers.

Her response was to tighten her arms around him and kiss him with yearning, and he closed his eyes and placed his forehead against hers as he tentatively completed their union. He held back his instinctive moan of pleasure, but his eyes fluttered open when he heard her familiar, softer one. It was an assurance he needed, and with his fingers in her hair beside her face as he stared down at her, he made love to her with gentle slowness.

Of all people in the world, Shego had chosen him. The perfect woman had chosen him, and wanted him. It was with that immense feeling of gratitude that he poured love into her and hoped she knew how happy her love made him.

Yes, he could just love her. He would love her no matter what. It was all he ever wanted to do.

He only broke eye contact with her to blink or to kiss her, their noses touching briefly in between with each of their joint movements. He felt a thrill when she began to sigh softly with pleasure and responded to him with like passion. And as the minutes passed he watched the change take place in her eyes far faster than he'd expected. Her worry dissolved as she gazed back at him, her verdant eyes staring back into his and searching for love. With each passing moment, everything about her calmed, the remaining tension in her body vanishing and her gaze becoming adoring and grateful as he stared at her with all the love in his heart. When tears started to brighten her eyes he kissed them away, and her soft sighs grew slightly louder with her happiness. He was surprised to feel his own eyes stinging as they stared at one another, but he didn't care as he smiled both in relief and in their shared joy as their eyes communicated the answers they had both needed.

She was going to be fine. And as long as she was, so would he.

---------------

Drakken woke up with a start, but then relaxed with a deep sigh. He lay on his back, his arms surrounding his wife who was also on her back and half-atop him as she slept soundly. He wasn't sure what woke him, his heart still calming from the sudden change from deep sleep to staring at the early-evening light in the bedroom. But sudden realization caused his heart to leap again in a massive wash of relief.

The worry lines were gone from Shego's forehead. Her eyes weren't pinched shut in pain, and her mouth wasn't fixed into a permanent grimace. For the first time since that horrid day she looked to be at peace. And finally, she was asleep.

Drakken carefully tugged the blankets higher around them, and then settled back into the pillows as he watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest with her peaceful breaths.

He watched her for what may have been hours, afraid of something waking her and determined to lull her back to sleep somehow should that occur. But when the light under the curtains finally faded to darkness, he couldn't fight the pull against his eyelids. As he slipped back into slumber, he found her hand with his and laced their fingers together in a solid reminder of what he now understood he had irrationally doubted: she was, had always been, and would only ever be his.

[alemonadinixi]

Jack's Story, Part 2

The door opened, and he stepped inside. The room was warm and humid, as Ixaena preferred. It was dark but he could make out a shape across the room, about his height but much wider and amorphous. The door closed behind him and a dim light came on over his head, leaving the shape in the dark.

“Greetings,” said a translator box from the shape’s direction.

“… Hi,” Jack said after a moment. This was not what he’d been expecting at all. “Why is it so dark in here?”

“Do not wish to frighten with appearance. Thankful for volunteer, for eternity of Ixaena.”

Jack smiled a little, “I haven’t done anything yet, but thanks. You don’t have to worry about frightening me, I’m a xenobiology student. I know what Ixaena look like.”

“Pictures. Not the same. Yet will comply, if at ease.”

The room went from dark to dimly lit, the Ixaena moving toward him with a wet, slick sound. The deep magenta mass rose up into to a vaguely humanoid form with a writhing base reminiscent of a snail instead of legs. It was right – this wasn’t like he’d seen in pictures. Ixaena in textbooks were emphasized to be capable of taking vague shapes and forms, but always seemed like… jello people. Which was kind of weird, now that he thought about it.

“Apologies,” the Ixaena said, “this one is not skilled with form mimicry.”

“You don’t have to be,” Jack tried to be reassuring. The alien he was here to have sex with was self-conscious? That was kind of adorable. He internally shook himself; he was here for a reason, and beating around the bush wasn’t going to help anything. He started undressing, tossing his clothes behind him. “So, how does this work?”

“Uncertain,” it rippled as it watched him. “Human must inject genetic material, take fertilized mass into self.”

He smirked, his boxers coming off. Yep, I’m standing naked in front of an alien talking about my genetic material. This is surreal, but not in a bad way. “So I just have to ejaculate… somewhere in you?”

More rippling. “Studied human anatomy. Uncertain how to make… want volunteer to… benefit?”

He blinked. “You want to make sure I feel good?”

“Yes.”

That was kind of sweet. “Ok. Well, the, um, genetic material is coming from here,” he gestured to his half-erect cock, “so, one way to – whoa!” It swarmed toward him, engulfing his legs in its lower mass all the way up to his cock. It lightly tightened around him, the soft gooey warmth unsettling at first but quickly becoming arousing. “Uh… Good start. My name’s Jack, by the way.”

He suddenly thought of warm sun on rocks, an impression in his mind he couldn’t imagine where it came from.

“Names do not translate,” the translator box said.

Oh. Was what he’d just thought been it? "Sun on rocks? Sunshine for short?" His thoughts were soon scattered as a sucking motion around his cock started, his legs slowly pushed apart as more of her pressed toward his ass. He briefly wondered what the hell kind of research it had done to figure out how to pleasure volunteers, before all thought fled as it was pressed inside him and he was suddenly very glad he and his ex had tried pegging.

He groaned as she entered, trying to put his hands somewhere but only finding soft… goo.

It suddenly formed firm shoulders for him to grab. “Sun is acceptable. Jack will say if in pain or discomfort?”

He nodded frantically, “Yep, I’ll tell you. Can you do that motion on my cock again, the…” he trailed off as the sensation of being licked on all sides at once overwhelmed him. Sun was so gentle in his ass too, so soft and slick but thicker than he’d expected. It was a strange sensation, having something so soft inside, but still stretching his ass. He let out a tiny sound of pleasure as it went past his prostate, his hips bucking a little as the slow push continued. It was slow delightful torture. He writhed where he stood as it kept going, pushing further and further inside him.

He glanced down and saw his abdomen bulge. He didn’t feel any pain at all. He hadn’t told it to stop, would it keep going? Slowly filling his bowels, making its way up his intestine if he let it… “Pull out,” he said. “Not all the way, but…” his jaw hung slack as it pulled out for a while. It didn’t need his prompting to push back in again. Soon Sun was pumping his ass, absolutely filling him as he watched his abdomen bulge and contract again. This should hurt more, he vaguely thought somewhere in the back of his mind, how does this feel so good…

Then it vibrated.

He came, hard, a his sight going white as all movement around and inside him stopped.

“Vital signs are erratic.”

He laughed, surprisingly tired. “I bet. ‘S ok.”

Sun lost all semblance of humanoid form, instead spreading around him to support his weight. Eh, fuck it. He relaxed and sort of fell into the alien, like a waterbed. “Um. You’re still in me,” he said.

“Fertilization was success. Gene pools are compatible. Require incubation for young to develop. Host organism likeliest.”

“You can tell it worked already?”

“Yes. Can now use to stabilize offspring, provided offspring is incubated and fed until stabilization is complete.”

“Right. The host organism you mentioned…ah!” His insides were sensitive as Sun shifted inside him, as if switching out which part of it was in there.

“Will keep healthy. Observe, keep safe. No pain, only pleasure.”

It took his brain a solid two seconds before he jolted upright, as upright as anyone can sit up quickly on a waterbed of sentient goo. “Whoa wait a minute, you mean me? How would that work?! I don’t have the internal organs for carrying a baby, of any species!”

“No more female volunteers for Ixaena,” Sun said. “Small number, yes. Now none. Only fertilization. Futile without host. Please. Need Jack.”

He felt sadness mixing in with his panic, and realized it was coming from Sun. “Look, I want to help, I really do. But I ask again, how would that even work? Where would you put it?”

The mass inside his ass moved, making him grunt in surprised pleasure, “Here.”

“You’re um,” he licked his lips and focused on breathing. “You’re secreting something, aren’t you? Something to keep me from feeling… worn out, down there.”

“Promise only pleasure, no pain. Will feed Jack, and offspring feeds off Jack.”

Fuck. He was in the metaphorical arms of a telepathic horny-hormone-secreting alien that wanted to put a baby in him. He’d be helping to save a race from extinction, so there was that. And it was probably going to be the most sex-filled however long of his life…

“How long does the offspring have to incubate?”

“One month, Earth time.”

A warm, eager feeling spread through him. It was probably encouraged by the question. One month wasn’t much. Hell, compared to human pregnancy, one month was nothing. A month of great sex and being waited on hand and foot?

“Ok. Sure, what the hell, let’s do it.”

A flood of happiness overwhelmed him as Sun writhed beneath and around him, as if giving him a full body hug. “Thank you, Jack.”

His response became a wordless moan as the mass of goo inside him throbbed and pressed deeper. Sun engulfed his cock, already hard again as a flood of sensations covered him, every inch of his skin warm and sensitive to touch, his nipples hard as it brushed over them, his ass stretched wider as more of it pressed inside. He could hardly think, everything a haze of sensations, his heart pounding as his hips bucked of their own accord, desperate for orgasm.

A tendril formed near his face and he opened his mouth for it. It seemed like the right thing to do in the moment. It tasted like rain and rosemary and honey on his tongue as it slid inside, the speed on his cock increasing as the tendril hit his gag reflex and shoved past it. He grunted in surprise, the urge to cough easing as something loosened his throat. His head was spinning, his ass so incredibly full and now his throat stuffed, he never expected anything like this to feel so fucking incredible…

He came again, more goo shoving inside him as a gush of warm liquid suddenly hit his stomach.

“Nutrients and remove pain,” Sun said.

He nodded weakly, exhausted, and glanced down at himself. His formerly tight abdomen bulged forward, bloated. He looked around in a light headed daze, the tendril in his throat moving easily with him. Sun was still supporting him at a diagonal angle, sort of half reclining.

“Jack is exhausted. Can sleep here.”

He felt warmth all around him, like a thick blanket. He was pretty tired after all that… and possibly a little in shock from the whole alien inside him thing. So, he fell asleep.

[pinkykats-place]

Hybrid Midoriya x Human Bakugo

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BakuDeku

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content.

Wonderful art by @silverynightart (permission to use was given).

Note: If you read any of these and like them please kudos and comment! Let the authors know their work is appreciated!

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Currents by Tabs1326

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki is a marine biology Ph.D. student. When he's out researching for his thesis, he runs into a lost, injured sea otter hybrid named Izuku and ends up making a best friend for life.

One Shot | SFW | No Quirks au

Otter Hybrid Midoriya

Fuzz-Bug by Loover

Summary: Izuku is rare bug-hybrid in a local pet store. However, bug-hybrids are usually seen as creepy and people usually turn away from him, choosing the other hybrids. Preferring dogs, cats, and bunnies. The poor moth thinks he'll never get adopted until one day, a blonde human with peculiar tastes walks in to the pet shop.

One Shot | SFW

Moth Hybrid Midoriya

Deku by MiraChaDoodles

Summary: Neither seemed willing to look away in the tense silence that fell, drawn to one another as if by a thick and brilliant thread.

The boy viewed him thoughtfully, as though he recognized him from another life, as though he knew him.

It was odd—he felt the same way.

---

Or, shortly after Katsuki's dragon went missing, a naked man attempted to break into his family barn. Izuku had no memory of his past life, and apparently had no idea how to be human, either. He was just acting on instinct.

Complete | 9 CH | Contains Smut

Dragon Hybrid Midoriya

One for All Hybrid Rehabilitation Center by tiredwrites

One for All Rehab center seizes a traumatized, dangerous big cat from a Drug Ring Raid and hopes to rehabilitate the hybrid. Izuku, the hybrid, is a little less than willing...!

Follow the journey of Izuku's rehabilitation through the ups and downs, relapses, blood, sweat, and tears.

(and there's freckled toe beans!! so many freckles!!)

(katsuki wants to poke 'em)

Series | 4 Parts | Incomplete | No Quirks

Feline Hybrid Midoriya

Puppy's Playtime by boobie_chan

Summary: "I-I was just, uhm. Wondering. You- y'know, sex? Uhm." He drops his voice and feels his entire face go bright red. Katsuki's hand stills. Izuku thinks he might die.

"Uh. Yeah. I know sex."

"Kacchan!"

— — —

SinKin Valentine's 2020 event! Puppy hybrid Deku and his older human Kacchan spice things up a little bit in the bedroom

One Shot | Contains Smut

Rated - Explicit

Puppy Hybrid Midoriya

From The Bowels of Hell by Kolista

Summary: "I could never be hero partners or friends with a mutt like you," kacchan seethes at me between clenched teeth. "You know I thought it was bad enough when you were just a mutt. A filthy half-breed. Then they told us you were quirkless. Because of fucking course you are. And now you're an omega too! HA. There's no way I could possibly want anything else to do with a worthless piece of shit like you."

"But...Kacchan you promi-"

"Promises, promises, promises," he clicks his tongue at me."What about your promises to me, huh? You're supposed to be the big bad wolf and look at you! Just the runt of the fucking liter. So don't fucking talk to me about promises Deku."

That's the last thing Bakugo Katsuki ever said to me.

— — —

OR Izuku is a wolf-dog hybrid whose family has been with the human bakugo family for generations. Until Katsuki leaves his side for the first and last time. Just because dear Kacchan didn't want a wolf doesn't mean someone else won't. Thrust into the hands of the LOV, Izuku gains a terrifying new quirk, a taste for blood and feels more wolf than human everyday. Near feral and wild, the only hope he has left is Katsuki. But can his old friend bring him back?

WIP | 31/? Chapters

Rated - Explicit

Canine Hybrid Midoriya

Meow! by Phayte

Summary: “What’s the matter?” he asked. “Wanna see the truck or something?”

She shook her head, hugging a doll close to her chest. “There is a kitty stuck in the tree!”

“It’ll climb down,” he said, turning to take the steps back up.

“No! The kitty has been there all morning crying!” she wailed.

— — —

or Bakugou finds Neko/Kitty Deku and things happen.

One Shot | No Quirks au

Rated - Explicit

Neko Midoriya

whiskers and whims by gochumilk

Summary: On the day he first met Kacchan, the human just threw one glance at him then proceeded to step over his body. Deku never felt more offended.

How dare this human ignore his beautiful fur? How dare he ignore Deku?

Deku, who was used to attention, took it very personally.

{One Shot} Rated - Explicit

Neko Hybrid Midoriya

Dynamight's Hybrid Farm by BlossomingBitch_15

Summary: "Don't worry about it Deku, go ahead, it's natural with me fucking with your tits like this to have... /feelings/."

Midoriya's eyes fluttered as his pulse jumped. Katsuki's voice was only turning him on more. He couldn't stop himself this time as his grinding turned more desperate.

"I'm sorrrrrry... I just need /it/ so bad!”

Izuku was sniffling now as his loud uneven breathing filled the room and his hips were practically fucking into the cushions. Katsuki let go of Midoriya's nipples and ran his fingers over them with gentle strokes instead, both soothing and torturing the heavily used nubs.

"Yer' all good Deku, let go baby, you've earned it."

— — —

Or, Hybrid cow Izuku moves to a new farm and takes a liking to his new handler, human farm owner, Katsuki.

WIP | 5/? Chapters | No Quirks au

Rated - Explicit

Cow Hybrid Deku

had the guts, got the glory by twinstarsies

Summary: Izuku had thought he was going to die when his rut came. It was the worst fever he’d ever had, body frail from his self-imposed neglect on top of the heat, of the burning in his veins and limbs to fuck and breed. He hid himself away in the brush and yowled for relief for days, begging for it to end while attacking anyone who got close to check on him.

And then the scent of sweet spice floated to him on the breeze, coated his tongue and soothed the heat and the itch. He blinked weary, tearful eyes open as that scent surrounded him along with a gentle warmth, and he looked into a concerned red gaze.

That was the first time Izuku met Bakugou Katsuki, Yuuei Hybrid Wildlife Sanctuary’s resident wild feline expert—their “big-cat whisperer.”

Izuku’s Kacchan.

— — —

Rescued white tiger hybrid Izuku is going into his seasonal rut. Human caretaker Kacchan is there to help him out.

{One Shot} Rated - Explicit

White Tiger Hybrid Izuku

[hecatemoon87]

The Insatiable Vampire: Freddie Jackson - Part I

Ugh, I'm sorry! I know people are more into drabbles. Reading a billion word fic isn't always an option. But how can I not go down the rabbit hole? HOW? I mean, Tom Hardy Characters as Vampires? I could literally write stories for this genre until I die. So, behold Part I and Part II is on it's way.

Inspired by my Vampires!! Post (here)

You can also read: The Vampire Devil Delaney & The Brooklyn Vampire (Bob from the Drop)

PART II

Warnings: Mention of Sex & of course, Vampires!

Words: 1966

Jessamy sat opposite of her supervisor, Martin. She was uncertain if she had misheard the instructions he’d just given her.

“So, you want me to find a vampire, but instead of staking him…I bring him in for rehabilitation?” she asked.

“That’s right,” Martin said, clasping his hands on his desk.

Martin was a man of Indian descent, entering his mid-fifties. He had a heavy cockney accent and tended to smoke a pack of cigarettes each day. He recently had given up smoking and wasn’t in the most pleasant of moods that afternoon. 

“Do you realize how mental that sounds?” she asked.

“Yes, Jessamy, I bloody know how it sounds!” he snapped, pounding the desk with a fist. 

“Good, then mind telling me what the fuck is going on? When did the agency stop killing monsters and start singing kum ba yah with them?” she said, leaning forward from her chair.

“These fucking days, everything’s gotta be politically correct, right? Well, the agency is no exception. People are demanding change, a better world and all that. Petitions are coming in urging us to start treating monsters in a humane manner,” Martin said, sitting back in his chair.

“Interesting, can they tell us how to treat something humanely when it isn’t even human?”

“Jess, I’m on your side. But you will do what I tell ya, cause that’s what bloody management wants,” Martin said, picking up a manila folder from his desk top and tossing it to Jessamy.

She opened the file to find a glossy five by eight photo of an attractive looking young man. He had a cheeky grin plastered on his face and she immediately pegged him as a trouble maker. She quickly scanned the details of his biography.

His name was Freddie Jackson and he was thirty years old. He had been part of a gang and had done some time in prison during his human life. According to the file he had not been a vampire for very long, yet somehow managed to score an impressive body count of a total of fifty-two people. 

“He kinda looks like a chav,” Jessamy said, laughing softly. 

“Laugh all you want, that little psycho has been a real problem,” Martin said.

“Fine, but why me? Why not Harker? I have three other cases I’m working on,” Jessamy said. 

“This is your new case. The other three have been reassigned,” Martin said.

“Why?”

“We need someone of your…caliber on this,” Martin said. 

“Bullshit, tell me the truth, Martin,” she said.

“Fuck it, fine. The agency wants a pretty woman on this case,” Martin said. 

“And I thought we were trying to be more politically correct?” Jessamy said, shaking her head.

“Yeah, well, the little shit likes his women. Just charm his socks off and bring him in.”

— o — o —

Jessamy had done her research and determined the proximity of Freddie’s hunting grounds. She’d take a stroll around those areas, using herself as bait to draw him in. Being an experienced hunter, Jessamy wasn’t too worried about being confronted by Freddie.

She walked without care as the day drifted into night. She had a dress on, a summer one in particular as it was June in London. It wasn’t a hunter’s outfit, but she thought it would be more enticing for a womanizing cunt like Freddie. 

An hour passed when she heard footsteps approaching her from behind. She smiled to herself, knowing it was him and kept moving forward. The footsteps suddenly ceased, but she knew better than to turn around. Keep your eyes forward, always, she knew. And then, lo and behold, Freddie Jackson materialized by a lamppost in front of her.  

“Look at you, luv. Absolutely fucking stunning,” he said with the same grin that had been smeared on his face in his photo. 

“Hi there, you must be Freddie,” she said, giving him a pretty smile. 

“You know me?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. 

“Oh, let’s not go and ask boring questions like that,” Jessamy said, pretending to pout. 

In a flash, Freddie appeared just a foot in front of her. He approached and leered down at her. 

“You’re very pretty. I’d hate to go and bruise you all up,” he growled. 

Jessamy kept her cool. She had always intended to tell him everything. She wanted to test his temper and clearly he wasn’t very in control of it. 

“My name is Jessamy O’dell. I’m from an agency known as Defensio Contra Malum,” she said, flashing her badge at him. 

“Fucking supernatural MI6, right?” Freddie said, scoffing. 

“Something like that,” she replied. 

“And you’re here to bring me in?” he asked.

“I’m here to talk. You have, after all, killed fifty-two people,” she said. 

“I’ve only killed fucking bad people,” Freddie said. 

“Yes, I noticed that during my research. Why exactly? You weren’t exactly an exceptional human being, are you trying to redeem yourself as a vampire?” she asked with interest. 

“Something like that,” he said, coldly.

She was a few inches shorter than he and she had to look up into his eyes. He had lovely blue eyes, fabulously clear cream colored skin and gorgeous bee stung lips. She knew that he was handsome from his photo, but in person, he was completely captivating. Suddenly, she felt sleepy, her eyelids feeling rather heavy just then. 

“You’re feeling a little tired, huh?” he said, looking deep into her eyes. 

Jessamy had dealt with mesmerism before, but from much older vampires. She couldn’t believe that a young vampire such as Freddie could possess such powers at this age. 

“What…no, I…” she said, shaking her head. 

“Yeah, you’re very tired. I think you need to have a little lie down, yeah?” he said, slipping an arm around her waist as she dipped toward the ground. 

“Why you little shit…” she said, just before passing out completely. 

— o — o —

Jessamy slowly awoke to find herself in a dark room. There was some light coming from her right side, so he glanced over and saw a window with the curtains drawn back. The light of the city illuminated the room and she pushed off the bed to go look out the window. The neighborhood below appeared to be Soho. She had to take a moment to recall how’d she gotten here and she clenched her fists upon remembering Freddie’s enchantment. 

“So, the baby vamp bought himself a flat in Soho with his victims’ money,” she said, whispering to herself.

“Yeah, I did. Not bad, eh?” a voice from the corner of the room said. 

Jessamy nearly jumped out of her skin. 

Freddie stood up from a chair in the corner of the room. He switched the light on and walked over to Jessamy. 

“Alright, you’ve had your fun. Now, let me go,” she said, sternly. 

“Why would I do something stupid like that? You go off, telling your fancy agency that Freddie Jackson needs to be locked up. Nah, I don’t think so, luv,” he said. 

“You’re not going to be locked up. The plan is for rehabilitation,” she said. 

“Yeah? Tell me then, what does that mean exactly?" he asked. 

“Well, it means…um, you’ll go through a program and, um…” she said, now realizing she didn’t know what it meant. 

“That’s what I fucking thought. I go with you and I’m fucked. Besides, I only kill bad people. So, go tell your agency, Defensio whatever, to go fuck themselves,” he said. 

“If I don’t return, they’ll just send someone else after you,” she said. 

He walked up on her, close enough to kiss her and hooked a finger under her chin. Not wanting to be hypnotized again, she averted her eyes from his gaze. He chuckled as he watched her pretty brown eyes look up at the ceiling. 

“Afraid I’ll make you drop your panties instead of asking you to sleep?” he said, grinning. 

She tried to push him away, but he was like a brick wall. She only succeeded in hurting her wrists a little. 

“Stop it. I’m a highly trained hunter, so don’t fuck with me. Besides, you’re just a baby vampire, how the hell did you do that back there?” she grumbled. 

“Dunno, just have a knack for it,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Well, jolly good for you. Now let me go,” she said. 

“No,” he said, flatly. 

She began to struggle against him, so he grabbed her wrists and kissed her. She whined against his lips, attempting to wiggle out from his vice-like grip. But then she started to relax, because it all started to feel very good. His body was firm and muscular, his lips had such a pleasant bounce to them that she couldn't help but kiss him back. He tasted like gum, spearmint specifically. And his tongue, oh god, his tongue had slipped into her mouth causing her knees to grow weak.

When he broke the kiss, she regained her senses and tensed up.

“What the hell? How are you doing this?” she asked, completely surprised that he had entranced her with a kiss. 

“I told you, I have a knack,” he said, grinning. 

She rolled her eyes at his cockiness. 

“So, what is your plan? Keep me locked up and hope my agency never finds you?” she questioned. 

He thought for a moment, then said offhandedly, “I wanna taste your blood.”

“Pardon?”

He brought her close to him again, tilting her head away and tracing his nose over the contour of her neck. 

“You smell like…honey. I bet your blood tastes like it too,” he said, sniffing her neck. 

Her heart started beating rapidly, afraid he’d bite her. He at first placed a gentle kiss on her collarbone, then abruptly licked upwards to her jawline. She squirmed in his arms, at first rocked by fear, then ending with an overwhelming sensation of arousal. 

“Stop it,” she said, her tone not entirely convincing. 

“Do you know what else I smell, luv?” he said, purring into her ear.

She closed her eyes, not daring to ask.

“You’re on your menses, ain’t yeah?” he said, inhaling sharply. 

She felt the intake of air around her neck and she shivered in his arms. 

“Yeah, you are, luv. I can smell that sweet little cunny of yours,” he said, opening his mouth up, scraping his fangs over her throat. 

Jessamy could feel the outline of his cock against her leg. He was rock solid hard.

“You’re deplorable,” she said, trying to stay in control of her willpower.

“Nah, that’s not how you feel. I can smell your hormones too. You’re randy,” he said, pulling back so that he could gaze down into her eyes. 

“It’s…it’s because you're using your bloody mesmerism,” she said, trying to justify it.

“Funny thing is, I’m not,” he said.

She could tell that he was dead serious because that cheeky grin was nowhere to be found.

“What…I, uh…what are we going to do now?” she asked, uncertain what else to say. 

He carefully released her from his grasp and continued the conversation. 

“I’m gonna leave you for a few hours. I haven’t eaten tonight and I tend to get a bit cranky if I don’t feed. I don’t wanna rip out that beautiful throat of yours, now do I?” he said.

Her hand involuntarily fluttered to her throat and shook her head.  

“No, I don't want that either,” she said. 

"Hang tight, luv. I'll be back. In the meantime, keep that fine arse of yours in this room," he said.

Before she could say anything in return, he simply vanished once she blinked. She sighed and walked back to the window and looked down upon the city. She was much better suited for ghosts or even werewolves. Vampires were such a pain in the neck (pun intended)

[sherlock-is-ace]

Season 3 of The Good Doctor is becoming unbearable. All because of Carly btw I used to like her when she first started to become a regular character, now I hate her and everything she does.

Like her relationship with Shaun is so one sided! Shaun has proven to be the most understanding, loyal, honest, decent and kind human being on the face of the earth, and she just takes, takes and takes from him. She has yet to do one selfless thing for her boyfriend and it's driving me insane! What's killing me is that it's written like it's fine, like if her selfishness was a plot point, I would watch it in silence, but it's not!

If you don't watch the show but want to get mad with me, I'm gonna list the things they've done for each other under the cut

Things Shaun has done for Carly:

Gone on a "proper date", to a restaurant full of people even though he didn't like it.

Forced himself to be physically close to her (that was also for him I guess)

Forced himself to get over his aversion for touching more than one thing at a time.

Forced himself to hold her hand even tho he explicitly said he didn't like doing, just because to her, words weren't enough.

Forced himself to be intimate with her so they could have sex at some point. This was done on her terms, whenever she wanted, not when Shaun was ready.

Accepted that Carly didn't want her friends to meet him because they "will think you're weird" (I'm paraphrasing)

Went back to living alone, getting rid of his best friend roomate, who is a girl (granted, they're going to be endgame i think but the characters don't know this lol)

Accepted understandingly when it was her the one that wasn't ready to have sex.

Got slightly obsessed with "improving at sex" so she could have an orgasm.

Things Carly has done for Shaun:

Research ways to improve intimacy that have worked with autistic people (the only good thing she's ever done but I insist she only did it because she wanted to have sex).

Forced him to do things he explicitly said he was uncomfortable doing, just because "that's how you show closeness" (You maybe, you dickhead!)

Got new sheets, matress and lights on her room so Shaun wouldn't have sensory problems when being there (would have been a nice selfless act if she hadn't thrown it back on his face the second things still got too much for him).

Got angry at Shaun for having to leave a situation that was making him uncomfortable and demanded that he'd try again immediatly.

Did the exact same thing Shaun did, in almost the same situation, but expected understanding from him (he of course, was understanding)

Asked him to be honest only to immediately get angry at his honesty (although she apologized later, which I appreciate).

Asked Shaun to not be so close to Lea, his best friend.

Made a bit of a big deal about the fact that she didn't have an orgasm the first time they had sex, being Shaun's first time ever...

I hate herrrrr dfkjdfg

[dragonfoxstardesigns]

Under the Blood Moon - Part 3!

Hello! Long time no see, but here’s another rather spicy addition to Riley and Jack’s were au story! I hope you enjoy all the steamy goodness in this one!

That being said this is not for minors! I will block ageless and minors so please do not interact! This story is not for you!

Rated E for Explicit! Contains sexual themes just a heads up!

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It was the night of the full moon.

A Harvest Moon in fact.

Both couldn’t wait any longer to consummate their marriage and bring forth new life.

Riley’s heart fluttered as she got ready. Her naked form laid out on the smooth stone for him.

–

They had agreed nearly a year ago, after moving in and getting to know one another, to start preparing for a wedding but also testing out their theory of producing an heir. 

Both acknowledged the fact that raising a child was something that they both, at first, didn't want to think about at the beginning. Not because of not wanting kids. No, it was due to the uncertainty of whether or not they both could reproduce theoretically.

 However, through thoughtful researching and planning about how humans and weres copulated did they began to understand that they didn't need to figure out everything in order to enjoy one another's company. 

They took their time to get to know one another first. Each opening up about what they liked most about each other in regards to their relationship and how that further progressed into intimacy.

Both Jack and Riley relished every moment they could in-between work and their off-time.

So much so that they were experts by the time they had tried out all the different sex positions in the book that Riley's college friend had given her to try out. Even the ones that were silly or difficult to do they tried just to make their romantic evenings more fun and enjoyable.

It was then that Jack had offered to take their relationship one step further.

During the time they had been intimate, they really hadn't been able to fully let themselves since they were under the Blood Moon. Neither let Wolfe nor Vulpes out to play. 

So, in-between Riley's recent menstrual cycle, and now with the full moon, the two slowly let their companions come out whenever the time arose. Each were taking their partners to the peaks of ecstasy.

– 

"You ready?" came a dark, husky voice over her shoulder. Golden eyes staring full of want and desire for his mate.

"Y-yes. I'm as ready as I'll ever be," Riley replied, sucking in a breath as her skin felt the cold slab of stone beneath her. Legs parted showing off her slick, wet pussy to her lover.

"Good...relax. I want this to be enjoyable for the both of us, okay?" Jack reassured his wife as he took in the beauty of his mate. All vulnerable and spread out for him to indulge.

"Will it be alright if Wolfe came out fully?" Riley asked as she looked up at her husband, now nude, who was starting to shift as the moon moved higher up into the sky.

"If he comes out, let him sniff and take his time with you. However, if Wolfe does anything to you to cause you pain just say the safe word, alright? We did discuss that beforehand, hmm?" Jack noted before feeling his bones reconstruct. The pain quickly came and went through the transformation until a large werewolf howled into the sky. Jaws slack with a tongue sticking out. Saliva dripped from those sharp teeth of his.

Riley nodded knowing that if Wolfe was too rough she would say the word ‘stop’ since baby or honey didn’t work. 

"I'm ready." Riley then replied as she moved her hand down to open her folds. Her plump mound and lips slick with her juices all ready to take his cock and hopefully knot tonight under the full moon.

Jack licked his lips for bending low. His hands holding either side of her thighs as his head buried himself greedily. A clawed finger prodded her folds before letting his tongue lick and tease her fuzzy peach. "Mmm~" He moaned, taking his sweet time to prepare Riley's entrance. 

His tongue worked diligently into her hot walls tasting her sweet nectar that was already seeping out.

Meanwhile Riley was an eager mess. Her legs wrapped around his neck clinging to him for dear life as her werewolf boyfriend drew her ever so closer to that peak.

"More...faster, Jack~" She called out his name in needy moans bucking her hips as his talented tongue kept thrusting while hitting that sweet spot inside her.

However, as soon as Riley was able to hit her climax did she notice the change in atmosphere.

"Jack's having a timeout, but I'll be glad to take over if you'd like, miss?" Wolfe growled a hearty chuckle licking his chops before standing up fully showing her how excited he was already. His werewolf cock flushed a deep red and leaking pre-cum profusely.

Riley gulped but nodded knowing that Wolfe would come out as soon as she was fully aroused.

"Be gentle, please." She reached out to him as the werewolf obeyed nuzzling her sweetly as he lined the tip of his weeping cock to her slick folds. 

Wolfe gave her a hungry kiss while he penetrated her. Clawed hands delicately fondling with her breasts teasing those sensitive buds just the way she liked.

"I will, princess...now be a good dear and open up wide for me so that I can give you my seed," Wolfe mused with a lustful growl as he thrusted his furred hips into hers all the way in save for the knot that butted right against Riley's entrance.

"Nnngh...yes...breed me, Wolfe." Riley sang, opening up her hips as wide as she could, taking him fully. He was so massive already though fit snugly inside her warm walls.

Wolfe didn't have to argue with that. He moaned with a gruff feeling how tight she was as he began to thrust in and out of her. 

The werewolf did this several times allowing her walls to stretch and accommodate until at last Riley was able to take his knot. Stuffed full having finally joined together at the hilt as one.

"Ooohhh...so big and full," Riley moaned, feeling more stuffed than she ever felt was possible.

"All for you to relish in, my dear." Wolfe spoke between growls as he fucked her continuously. Ears flicked forward loving Riley's sweet moans the lewd sounds that came from their joined sex.

"Faster...deeper please...I want you to not stop until every last drop of your seed is inside my womb," Riley didn't know where exactly that came from but figured Vulpes was helping her bring out Wolfe completely. Her werefox companion couldn't come out due to not being on that time of the month, but she could still inhabit Riley's body in other ways.

Wolfe grunted with a nod as his hips slapped about hers almost to the point of hurting. Riley could feel him inching deeper while staying in place thanks to that lovely knot of his. 

Eventually though she felt his member throb inside her as the werewolf above her howled up at the Harvest Moon. Thick streams of his seed coated her clenched walls. Riley soon came as well in time with him as she moaned into his furred neck holding on for dear life as he filled her to the brim with his semen.

She never thought it was possible to be stuffed so much until that very moment. Her legs wrapped around the werewolf's waist just in the right position with her hips tilted upwards so that most of Wolfe's seed stayed inside her. 

However, even with doing so, the amount that came from his cock was so much that it dribbled out of her cunt and spilled down her ass to the cold slab underneath her and even some having dripped on the ground.

He really did give her everything and more! Jack’s flaccid cock laid slack and spent against his stomach for a minute as they both based in their afterglow.

Eventually, after what seemed like hours, Wolfe gently licked his lover's face. Eyebrows creased with worry having thought that he had gone possibly too rough on Vulpe's host.

"I'm fine, love. Just give me a minute before we go for another round, okay?" Riley spoke with a giggle kissing him on the nose lazily as she relished the feeling of this massive beast.

"You really didn't hold back, did you?" She cooed petting her werewolf lover sweetly letting him know that he did a great job while her body recovered from their high.

Wolfe sighed with relief nuzzling his beloved. Tail wagging behind him, he kissed her lovingly while gently pulling out of her entrance. His flaccid cock and knot finally relaxed enough to come out.

Riley whined clinging to him as she was still sensitive. Her body not wanting him to leave her womb just yet. And so she reached down holding her hip in that position while pinching her folds so that she could keep more of his seed from seeping out of her entrance.

"Relax, my love. It'll still take a few weeks before we know for sure. Sperm can take more than a few days to find your eggs before fertilization can happen." Jack spoke then holding his wife delicately before switching positions so that she laid on top of him.

"Besides, I still have lots of stamina and I'd like to take a turn while Wolfe is on timeout." He mused not wanting Wolfe to have all the fun.

"I know...I just want this to be the one is all. I can still feel your seed so deep inside me, Jack." She mused with a purr rubbing her hips to gain friction with his now half-hard cock. Her strength had finally returned. It was one good thing about being a were in that she could recover quickly.

"Even if we don't, there's always next time. We'll keep trying as much as possible so don't worry about it." Jack replied holding her sweetly as his own hips rutted again his now feeling his cock surge and throb wanting to be joined once more. 

"Besides...I'm sure this will be the one." He smiled, touching her stomach as he said that in emphasis. His werewolf instincts were always most of the time correct.

Riley nodded, smiling sweetly knowing too that this was the right time to bear his offspring. 

Her heart fluttered thinking of what would come next once she did finally conceive.

How many werepups will they have? Will there be more than one?

What sex will they be? 

Will they all be werewolves like their father or werefoxes like their mother?

Or would they be a mix of both…?

She sighed happily thinking about all the possibilities in her head while Jack’s large hand gently grazed over Riley’s stomach. The thrill of having this gentle werewolf being so tender to her while knowing the danger of having those vicious claws and teeth so close nearby.

"I'm ready again, love. Don't hold back, okay?" She smiled leaning in to kiss her man, well werewolf husband, deeply in earnest as she sat up lining up his cock to her entrance. 

Jack’s eyes rolled to the back of his head though watched as his cock was being speared seeing it disappear inside her. His knot swollen right at the entrance ready to enter on command.

"Good, and I won't. Just leave this to the experts.” He mused. “Shall we?” Jack smirked, thrusting upward to make his point while also pushing his knot deeper so that it could lock in place.

"Oh, Jack! Yes!" Riley exclaimed as she rode his cock letting his knot penetrate her entrance until they were locked in place with a pop. Her mouth agape in awe as she rutted feeling so stuffed and full. Her hands absentmindedly touched her stomach feeling how deep he was inside her womb.

They went like this all night. Each taking turns making sure that they didn't hold back any longer.

It wasn't until dawn broke the next day that they both finally came down from their high basking in their afterglow. 

Jack, by then, had shifted back to his human form lying on top of her. His cock still flaccid but stayed fully inside her as they relished laying together on the cool stone beneath them. 

–

The birds and other wildlife soon woke up bringing the forest full of life though the mist and dew still stayed allowing the weres to have their blissful morning in peace.

“Mmm…I can’t feel my legs, Jack.” Riley stirred feeling sticky but sated after their lovemaking.

“I bet…you did so well though. I’m proud to call you my mate, Riley.” Jack replied as he got up first sliding his cock out of her. Eyes mesmerized as their combined fluids still seeped out of her cunt onto the ground beneath them. 

“Thanks, and I can say the same. Look at what a mess we made.” Riley chuckled, opening her folds to scoop some out before trying to attempt to get up. Her eyes also watch her husband falter briefly while getting up.

“We sure did. I’ll help you up and we can go inside to take a nice, relaxing bath together. How’s that sound, love?” He smiled, reaching out his hand to help his wife up off the ground.

“That sounds lovely, dear. Don’t forget our robes though!” She reminded him so that their neighbors or anyone else nearby wouldn’t see them naked as they walked back together hand in hand through the forest, past the gardens, and then eventually towards the veranda. 

That bath sounded very tempting right about now.

—

Once inside the veranda, the newly wedded couple headed upstairs to their room to gather clean clothes while also preparing the bath. 

Riley let Jack in first once the bath was prepared. Rose milk seeping into their skin as the two relaxed fully in the tub enjoying the warmth along with the scents surrounding them. Their bodies meld together so perfectly that even through their soreness, their desires for one another blossomed. So much so that they spent the remainder of that morning quaking their needs until they both became hungry. Not just for sex, but for nutrition in the form of food. Their energy having been depleted as well as their skin prune from being in the water for far too long.

Reluctantly, Riley and Jack hopped out of the bath taking turns drying each other off before heading downstairs for breakfast. By that time, it was close to lunch so the two lovebirds decided to make brunch with whatever they had available in the kitchen.

“Mmm…I’m starving, dear.” Riley mused reaching up into the cabinets and drawers to get out tableware while Jack set out to gather ingredients and pots/pans to cook a nice meal of biscuits, bacon, eggs, and cheese. A perfect meal for them both after missing breakfast that morning.

“You and I, both.” He grinned as he turned the knob on the gas stove letting the flame lit before starting off with the bacon first while Riley helped get the biscuits ready to put into the oven. 

“Not just food, hun. I think after last night Vulpes just won’t let us have a break. Even though she can’t physically come out due to not being on my menstrual cycle…she can still try to find other ways of making me long for you to cum inside me again. She must really enjoy Wolfe despite not having gotten the chance to be intimate with him since the blood moon.” Riley explained knowing that they probably couldn’t continue to have sex all day. They needed to regain their strength since their frail human bodies aren’t up to par compared to their were companions.

“Ah I see. Well then…Vulpes will have to wait until we’ve had our brunch since we’ve already skipped breakfast already. I’m sure Wolfe is the same though. He really enjoyed his time unleashed during the Harvest Moon. I’ve never seen him quite that tender with you since the Blood Moon, either. Normally…he’s quite a handful.” Jack explained as he got the bacon set out while scrambling the eggs next. Riley helped to get the biscuits out when done followed by adding the cheese to their breakfast sandwich combo.

“Oh? Well I guess we both finally tamed the beasts then,” Riley mused leaning up to kiss Jack as he stood behind her having since finished cooking breakfast. His hands wrapped around her waist lovingly. Their plates stacked high with their bacon, eggs, and cheese biscuits.

“Mmm, I suppose that’s one way to think about it. Though…let’s eat before our brunch goes cold. Then, we’ll decide where things go from here, alright?” Jack replied though not seemingly able to let go of his wife as Wolfe seemed to have other things on his mind. The two had to thoroughly explain to their companions about the importance of having a meal, and that they weren't in any hurry to conceive their first child. 

No doubt they both knew that in the coming weeks their livelihood was about to change forever.

[To be continued...]

[wherethedeadneversleep]

Luke's Song

"Sam, Luke gave me these words to recite to Lucy. I want to run it by you first to see if she'd approve. I was dubious at first, but your son insisted this would be fine. It starts off like this: 'To the window, to the wall, till the sweat drop down my balls, till all these bitches crawl--"

Cas always talked a lot. That much hadn't changed about him over the years. Unless they were doing research or something similar, Sam often let Cas ramble on while he continued with his business. Right now, it wouldn't have been any different but the mention of Luke's name was unexpected. His eyes grew wide listening to the lyrics that sprang from Cas. He was thankful he hadn't been drinking at that moment or he might have choked on whatever he was drinking. Sam knew he had to interject at some point but he was unsure how to do it. He was even more surprised when Cas finished talking and looked at him expectantly. He cleared his throat, unsure of how to respond.

A small part of him wanted to laugh just thinking about Lucy's face if Cas repeated those song lyrics to her. However, this wasn't a laughing matter and Luke would be in for a surprise when he got home.

Awkwardly he reached up scratching the back of his head. " Cas, I don't think reciting Lil Jon lyrics to Lucy would be the greatest move. Think about it, man. Do you really want to talk about sweaty balls and bitches crawling on the floor to the woman who opened her house to you? And I'll give you another piece of advice. When it comes to taking advice from someone, stay clear of what Luke tells you. I love the boy to death but he's a teenager and teenagers find comedy in things we know shouldn't be said or done. He may think it's funny, but it's not worth the trouble. Respect the woman and her home, and watch your words. Otherwise, you could end up on her bad side. "

Castiel tilted the side of his head as he considered Sam's words. And here he used to be the one mumbling words of philosophy back where he came from, if only aided by drugs and warm bodies to help him cope in a dying world ruled under Lucifer's command.

"Though he's not human," he mused, "he acts very much like one. He's not as serious as Claire."

He paused. The name of his vessel's daughter's name hadn't left his lips in years. He knew she hadn't survived the apocalypse, nor did her mother. So many people died because of the virus, and many more became infected, blood crazed, and far worse.

"The flow of those words are rather… poetic," Castiel couldn't help but admire, shifting back to the present era. "I do want to know the rest of the lyrics one of these days. Maybe the less 'bitch-crawling' version. This Lil' Jon person is inspiring. He could've helped me motivate more people at Camp Chitaqua."

Though looking back, he admittedly was a mess. Coping with drugs, booze, and sex, was his way of survival. He didn't have to rely on such methods now, but he couldn't completely cut himself off from much of it. Much of his so-called sobriety was due to helping Lucy function, by being there as a partner. She'd lost one son by murder, and another to demons. He was her other half who understood what she'd gone through without thinking she was crazy.

"She is worth fighting for, Sam," Castiel admitted in a much more somber, gentler tone. "Much like I care about you and Dean… I care about Lucy. I want to do everything I can for her, even if I am no longer an Angel."

Sam had never been the one to advise because he often made the wrong choices according to Dean. Sam wouldn't lie and say that all the choices he made in the past were the right ones nor would he say that he consistently gave the best advice. The one thing was always true - Sam always did what he thought was right at the time and gave the best advice he could.

" Don't get me wrong, Cas. Luke is an awesome kid. " Sam pointed out. " Claire and Luke had many unexpected things occur in their lives. Luke knows he's different, but at a very young age, he learned how to blend in and just be a kid. Claire on the other hand, she's always felt differently about everything that happened within her family. " His face is slightly distorted because of everything that happened with Cas and his vessel Jimmy.

" I mean it can't be easy for any kid to know their father is gone, but at the same time you see his body walking and talking but it's not him, you know? " Just saying that out loud made him realize how hard it must have been for Luke and Marie when Lucifer was blown out of him. Admittedly, the issues with him and Marie were a bit more complex. Nothing ever seemed easy for them.

" Poetic? " Sam asked, raising his hand to rub the bridge of his nose. " Listen, I'll make a deal with you. You don't resist those words ever again to anyone and I'll get you a copy of the song to listen to. " Maybe this was going to be another one of those choices because after Cas heard the entire song maybe it would get stuck inside his head like a lot of songs did to people. But this was the most sensible thing he could think of off the top of his head.

He couldn't help but arch his brow after hearing the way Cas' tone dropped and the way he spoke about Luci. Now while he said the way he cared about her was much like the way he cared about him and Dean, it sounded like a little more than that to him. Was Cas falling for a mortal after all these years? Wait did Cas even know what all embodied into a relationship, besides what he had learned from the pizza man on TV? Then again this was a whole different version of Cas than he was used to. He shook his head, thinking it was best not to think too much about it.

" Sounds like to me you've found your place in this world. Isn't that what families do for each other? They are willing to protect those they care about? They want only good things for them? You're happy when they are happy even if you don't agree with everything going on in their life? " Again saying that out loud made him think about Dean. More than anything he just wished his brother could accept that he was finally happy and had the life he always wanted. Well, he almost had everything he could have ever wanted. A big part of him was still missing and that was his brother. Why did he have to give up one thing to have the other? Why was it so damn hard for him to be able to have both in his life?

" Cas .. " Sam started to shake his head because talking about Dean wasn't going to make things any better. If anything it would only make things worse than they already were. But leave it to Cas to open that bucket of worms. " Sure, he always looked out for me but sometimes you have to learn when it's time to step back and allow the people you care about to make their own choices. To not constantly be riding their back and demanding they are making the wrong choices. " One hand rested against his side while the other raised to rub his brow.

He knew Dean would never accept this life so it was a waste of time to even talk about it. But regardless of how hopeless and drug-addled Cas was, he knew he only had good intentions. " I'm not going to tell you that's a bad choice because it's yours to make and I'm not going to stand here and tell you to pick sides. Just know that if it comes down to it, what happened back in your world won't happen here. I won't let it. "

Regardless of what version of Cas this was, he was family ─ always has been and would always be so. Reaching out he placed his hand on Cas' shoulder. " The whole situation sucks, to be honest. I don't know if speaking terms are even in the cards for Dean and myself. Not after the way he disrespected my wife and son and in general my entire family. I get it he's not happy about me and Lucifer, but the choice I made was the right one. Even if he refuses to see it. "

If it wasn't for that choice there wouldn't be a single person left on the playing field called earth. A selfless act on his part saved everything and within that choice, he gained more than he could have ever imagined. He wished even for the briefest moment that Dean could see that he was truly happy and that there were actual grey areas in his black-and-white world.

"Well, when you're ready to see your brother, you know where to find me," Castiel said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment to keep."

Even in the gentle haze of painkillers, he couldn't forget the group of ladies who were eagerly waiting for him at their local meeting spot. It didn't take much to convince a gaggle of lonely, desperate women to listen to his words of wisdom and spirituality, life, and whatever else he could conjure.

Castiel patted Sam on the arm and chuckled. "Keep the faith, Sam. You and Dean will work things out. I look forward to seeing Dean again, but let me know when you're coming by ahead of time. I, uh, might be preoccupied if you stop by unannounced."

[achintyarai]

The Pushback

For the last couple of weeks I have been noticing a very interesting “pushback”. It’s very likely been around longer, but I have started noticing it only recently. Some women have started pushing back against something they perceive as an encroachment of their already disproportinately smaller spaces. The threat is coming from trans-women. A trans-woman or a trans-gender woman is someone whose physical sex at the time of birth was male, but they started identifying as a woman at some point in their lives. Divergence in physical sex and the chosen gender identity has always existed and has been getting more and more social acceptance over the last many years. I believe that cis-women were especially accepting of trans-women - in a proselytiser’s zealousness they perhaps saw strength in numbers. The schism started when trans-women began claiming that they were “real” women (not my terminology - taken from a poster seen in a pride-parade that said - “trans-women are real women”) and started demanding spaces that were earlier reserved exclusively for cis-women, such as women’s sports.

Every day I hear stories such as the one in which a school swimming champion wonders why a gold medal that she’s being winning for the last many years and deserves is now being given to a 6 feet 5’ tall boy who has recently started self identifying as a women. Or the one about that man who was convicted of raping two women but started to self identify as a woman right before his sentencing and was therefore sent to a women’s prison. I struggle to wrap my head around the issue. Which side of the argument am I on? While I like cis-women quite much and don’t want to offend them, let’s face it - most trans-women were earlier what many today describe as “privileged white men”, which, as groups go, is arguably the most powerful group of people in the world. And who wants to offend them?

I’m reminded of a training I’d attended a few years ago. This training was led by a brilliant old-school feminist thought-leader and trainer. I am not going to mention her name because I am not yet sure where this note is heading and often I veer towards political incorrectness and with such fragile sensitivities all around I better avoid naming names. So this brilliant-feminist-thought leader came from a very different generation of feminists. I found myself agreeing with everything she said. I found her to be very rational and reasonable. I found her to be assertive, opinionated and strong, while being a perfectly nice, pleasant and likeable human being, which surprised me. 

At the beginning of the workshop, there was a little quiz we all had to fill up, in which we had to mark statements as being related to either ‘gender’ or ‘sex’. Everything that was natural was supposed to be related to ‘sex’, such as “women give birth”; and statements that related to man-made ideas were to be labelled ‘gender’, such as “women are better at cooking”.

One of the statements in the quiz was “men are physically stronger than women”. I labelled this statement under ‘sex’ because I thought that this was a natural and biological fact. But the wonderful old-school feminist was able to convince me that even this statement could be labelled under ‘gender’ because women could (and often would) do more physical labour than men and the current difference in heights and strengths of men and women were more related to how young boys and girls were treated differently all their lives with boys often getting fed better and encouraged to participate in sport and other physical activities from a young age. She quoted a research that proves that the difference in heights of boys and girls is reducing over the years in certain developed countries where young girls eat and play as much as boys. 

I’m anyway easy to convince. Just say the word “research” and I’ll accept your opinion. But I also found her rationale and argument very reasonable. Since that day I’ve started believing that men and women could actually be closer in physical strength and capacity than I earlier presumed. 

Fast forward to today and the invasion of women’s sports by trans-women, I wonder if that brilliant feminist thought-leader would still stick to her position. I mean if men and women are not naturally very different in physical strength, why the discomfort at men becoming trans-women and competing in women’s sports? You don’t hear cis-men complaining about trans-men taking over their sports. Interesting flipping of the scenario isn’t it? Aren’t we men quite sly, turning every idea to our advantage?

I recently heard another old-school feminist and I must say that these first generation feminists were something else. She said that ‘femaleness’ and ‘femininity’ were two separate concepts. ‘Femaleness’ relates to ‘sex’ and includes things like women having periods, giving birth and undergoing hormonal changes during menopause. ‘Femininity’ on the other hand relates to ‘gender’ and is the expected behaviour that a socially acceptable ideal woman should display such as shyness, crossing her legs, being poised and laughing quietly. She further says that femaleness is in fact the antithesis of femininity, because things such as periods or childbirth or body hair are surely not very lady like, but very natural. Per her, trans-women do not possess any ‘femaleness’ and adopt the skin of the man-made idea of femininity and claim to have become real women. 

After listening to her I started wondering if trans-women, by projecting the performance of  the feminine as the real woman,  promote the stereotypical gender norms that feminists have been fighting against. In fact, in this aspect, don’t trans-women behave exactly like cis-men? 

If I were a conspiracy theorist I’d even go on to say that this new phenomenon might be how men are fighting against feminism and that’s the real “pushback” that we need to worry about.

20-Mar-2023

Lucknow

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The gorilla in the picture is a female gorilla named 'Coco', who can express 2,000 words in sign language and has a cat 'All Ball'[25]. Although it was impossible to speak in complete sentences, he later expressed his emotions by saying that he was sad and crouching when a cat died in a car accident.

One day, when he asked the researcher who was taking care of him that he wanted to have a baby, he asked if the researcher didn't like the male gorilla he grew up with, and he said he was his younger brother. Although they weren't r낭만닥터 김사부3 다시보기 1회-2회 (16부작) SBS드라마 무료보기elated by blood, they've been together since childhood, so they're like younger siblings, and female gorillas never commit incest. This is a phenomenon shared by primates, and in the case of humans, there is a tendency to avoid sexual intercourse with the opposite sex that was attached to them in childhood. In most cases, relatives (blood relations) such as siblings fall into this category, but siblings and cousins, even though they are close relatives, experience se낭만닥터 김사부3 다시보기 1회-2회 (16부작) SBS드라마 무료보기xual attraction when they meet as adults after living apart from childhood, or are reluctant to spend childhood together even if they are not related by blood, such as childhood friends. It seems that it is instinct to avoid the opposite sex (to avoid incest).

He held a small gorilla doll in his arms instead of a baby and kissed it, then held it out to the side of his mouth to ask the researcher to kiss his baby (doll). The researcher insisted on bringing in a male gorilla suitable for mating with Koko. At a time when awareness of animal welfare was not high, the director team strongly objected, but the researcher strongly pu낭만닥터 김사부3 다시보기 1회-2회 (16부작) SBS드라마 무료보기shed ahead and brought in a male gorilla from another zoo. However, the male gorilla did not get along well, so there were no offspring. A BBC documentary showed a researcher weeping, saying that she was most sorry for not being able to create a family for Coco, saying that she still talked about her baby even after she was over 40.

On June 21, 2018, Koko died of natural causes at the age of 46. Here you can see Koko's life. The red part on the left is the western lowland gorilla, and the red part on the right is the eastern lowland gorilla + mountain gorilla habitat. In the past, the population was so large that 300,000 lived, but no낭만닥터 김사부3 다시보기 1회-2회 (16부작) SBS드라마 무료보기w the number has decreased significantly, and the population of mountain gorillas in 2010 was 786. There are only 786 of them in the world. However, from 2017, the government began protecting gorillas, and the number of gorillas slightly increased to about 880, and in 2018, it increased to 1,004, of which about 300 are said to be in Rwanda.

However, despite government protection, many gorillas are dying due to poaching, and their numbers are declining. In addition, there are many cases where warlords are rampant and immediately shoot and kill gorillas that appear to be inte낭만닥터 김사부3 다시보기 1회-2회 (16부작) SBS드라마 무료보기rfering with resources and development. I wonder if there was even a book called Gorillas Hate Cell Phones. For coltan, which goes into the manufacture of consumer electronics such as cell phones and laptops, gorilla sanctuaries are dug up, and if there are gorillas, they are protected animals, so they shoot and kill anyone who gets in the way.[28] It seems to have been happening for quite a long time, as this description appears in the movie Instinct, which came out in 1999. At the funeral in the photo, a senque qu낭만닥터 김사부3 다시보기 1회-2회 (16부작) SBS드라마 무료보기e was tied to a wooden bier and a leaf was put in the mouth to prevent the flow of ooze. Or, the funeral rites of the chief of the tribe were applied mutatis mutandis. Senquekwe was a leader who led a group of gorillas with a huge body weighing at least 220kg and tremendous strength, but there was no other answer in front of the greedy humans' guns. Michael Nukegame, a security guard who had been close to Senquekwe for over 10 years, exclaimed, "He had never hit or harmed anyone, and if I just stood there, he would come and knock me on the head and play with me. Even낭만닥터 김사부3 다시보기 1회-2회 (16부작) SBS드라마 무료보기 two days before his death, I I did that to you, but that was the last time I saw you.”

There were six other female gorillas other than Senquekwe who were sacrificed in this incident, one of which was pregnant, and the other was set on fire after being killed and damaged. Fortunately for the misfortune, one senqueque cub (endese, female) survived and was taken into the care of the National Park Ranger.

Animal protection groups were angry, but since there is no way to deal with it, it is a reality that they have no choice but to bury the body and pray for peace. When I interviewed the boss of a huge warlord organization willing to kill a go낭만닥터 김사부3 다시보기 1회-2회 (16부작) SBS드라마 무료보기rilla in National Geographic, he shamelessly said, "That can't be. How I like gorillas in a different way." He also ridiculed the reporters by robbing the ashes of high-end cigarettes he had been smoking.

However, the truth of the case broke out in a completely different place. The Sen Kwe Kwe poaching case was a crime committed by corrupt guards under the direction of their superiors in connection with the illegal charcoal manufacturing낭만닥터 김사부3 다시보기 1회-2회 (16부작) SBS드라마 무료보기 and trafficking in the national park described below. The purpose was a conspiracy to remove Roland Ngobobo, the head of the national park ranger, who had a reputation as an environmentalist, from public office by falsely accusing him of hypocrisy. At first, he tried to involve Roland Ngobobo in a criminal act, but Roland himself firmly refused. The reason why Roland did not publicize th낭만닥터 김사부3 다시보기 1회-2회 (16부작) SBS드라마 무료보기e crime in the early stages even after knowing the crime was the identity of the top of the crime.

[with-love-from-hell]

Hey sissy!

I wanted to ask that can you make a hc where the brothers finds that MC is pregnant after she went to human world?

Like her time in devildom ended and she was sented back there and after 1 year the brothers visit MC and sees that she has their baby!

Sorry because I said a lot and if the requests are closed then I am sorry again (I am not forcing you to do this, you can ignore this if you want!)

HELLO luv omg I am so sorry it took me so long to do this. I'm finally finishing up my backlog 😭😭

Mc now has a child: the brothers reacting to it being theirs

Written for a F!Mc

Cw: mentions of pregnancy, suggestive language, implications of sex w/ the brothers, pre-established relationships with the brothers, spoilers for lessons 16+

MINORS DNI.

Lucifer

Came to the human world on business with Diavolo and Barbatos.

Diavolo suggested paying Mc a visit since no one had seen you in nearly a year.

Lucifer was excited. He had only been able to talk to you on the phone, but opportunities have been more rare over the past couple months.

They approached the door to your home. Lucifer figured you'd be home- since the last time you spoke you had mentioned you were taking a few weeks off of work.

You opened the door, looking like you hadn't slept properly in weeks, wearing sweats and a loose t-shirt with no bra, which was much different than you would usually dress in the middle of the day...but you were still just as beautiful as you were the last time he had seen you

You squealed and practically jumped into his arms. He hugged you back tightly, littering your head with kisses.

You welcome them in and Lucifer immediately notices the plethora of baby stuff littered around your home. Diapers, burp rags, bottles, etc are EVERYWHERE.

"Mc...what's all this?"

Color drains from your face as you remembered you hadnt told him about your pregnancy, nor the child you now had that was his.

A sharp wail of a baby crying made all three of men widen their eyes.

You sigh and ask them to wait moment before exiting the room, only to return moments later with a swaddled baby that looked to be no more than 7 weeks old.

The baby had bright red eyes, little traces of jet black hair, and small curved horns protruding from the sides of its head. Tiny black feathers trailed behind you as you approached Lucifer.

Diavolo was giddy- he loved babies. Barbatos was surprised, but worried about what the consequences would be of this being hidden for so long.

Lucifer however, remained silent. Staring at the baby in your arms.

"Is that..."

"Yeah... [It's] yours."

Lucifer immediately got up and approached you and the child, reaching out to stroke its tiny cheek with his gloved hand.

He didn't realize humans and demons could procreate, otherwise he would have been much more careful during your heated night of passion 11ish months ago.

After the initial shock wore off, he would be very upset you kept this from him

You would explain that you weren't sure if you had wanted to keep it once you found out at the 4 month mark, and after you gave birth you still weren't sure if you would keep the baby- tossing around the idea of adoption

But three weeks ago it sprouted horns and the teenest traces of wings. Needless to say, you were stuck with it.

But you had already kept it from him for 10 months, and you weren't sure how to tell him.

Lucifer would calm down after hearing your reasoning, and immediately request to have Diavolo move to let you live in Devildom indefinitely.

He would also research lifespans of hybrid babies to see if he should find a way to give you Immortality, like Solomon.

Would absolutely be attentive to you and help you raise the baby however he could.

He would learn everything and become just as protective over the baby as he is toward you.

Would also probably propose shortly after you moved back to Devildom.

Overall a pretty good parent, but you are probably doing a lot of the caretaking during the day while he works.

Mammon

You were staring down adoption papers now that you had finally got the baby to go to sleep when your front door burst open.

"Oi! Mc! Where ya at?!"

Mammon trudged through your living room searching for you, completely oblivious to all of the baby stuff sitting around your flat.

You nearly collided with him as you got up and ran to meet him when he entered the kitchen.

Cue adorable lift and spin embrace. (D'awww)

Mammon would then scold you for not talking to him in damn near 3 weeks

"Why are you ignoring my phone calls?! I heard ya talking to Lucifer last night and I couldn't take it anymore!"

Little did he know that you had only been talking to Lucifer to problem solve your situation and ask how you should tell Mammon. His advice was adoption, so you decided to do that...but then three nights ago the baby sprouted horns and started flying around your apartment.

Lucifer had made plans for you to come back next week to talk through options with Diavolo but I guess Mammon beat you to the chase.

After you remained silent at his question he began to take in his surroundings. He began noticing the plethora of baby stuff, the crib that sat in the corner of the living room, the sound-proof foam that covered your ceiling, the adoption papers the fact that you were wearing only maternity bra and shorts...

"Mc...what...are ya- or, were ya..?"

You knew the gears were turning in his head and the sound of the baby screaming again once more gave him his answer.

He followed right behind you as you rushed to the crib to try to silence the baby's cries.

Mammon gasped when he saw the twisted horns, snowy white hair, bright blue eyes, and bat-like wings of the screaming baby before him.

He would hug you and the baby tight, and cry.

He would ask why you didn't tell him, but he wouldn't be too surprised.

He would immediately take you back with him to Devildom after helping you pack like 3-4 diaper bags (he would carry all of them for you)

He would lose it when Lucifer tells him the best option for both of you is adoption by demon parents.

He would fuss until he found out you agreed.

It would take a long ass time to find parents who seemed competent and had no ill intentions though- and Mammon found problems with every potential couple you found.

Eventually you would give up and raise the baby together.

You obvs would move back to Devildom

Mammon is surprisingly a really good dad and eager to learn EVERYTHING and has a really good bond with the baby.

Leviathan

Levi and the rest of his brothers came to visit you- you planned it perfectly around your maternity leave and had a full proof plan to tell him about the baby

What you didn't expect was the brothers arriving a day early to surprise you.

You answered the door while you were breast feeding, as you were expecting a friend to come help you clean up a bit.

Well, cue your shock to be fact to face with the father of your kid.

Levi would see the small purple hairs sprouting from its head, the long snake-like tail wrapped firmly around your arm, and the twig-shaped horns just starting to pop out of its skull and would immediately faint.

All the other brothers would be shocked as well. They never thought Levi would build up the courage to make any sort of move on you.

Once he came to your would explain the situation to him and his brothers.

He is terrified of the idea of being a parent, but he warms up to the thought of it once the baby wraps its tail around him and gurgles happily.

"Do you want to hold [it]?"

"C-can I? ...but what if I drop [it]?!"

You would help settle the baby in his arms to reassure him that he won't drop it.

Once he's holding the baby, good luck getting it back.

The brothers would have to pry it out of his arms in order to get a turn.

He is very giddy and excited when you tell him you want to keep it.

He would beg Lucifer to have you move back.

Though, you would stay in separate rooms for the first week or two.

Not because he doesn't want you or the baby in his room, but because he plans on surprising you!

He and Lucifer budgeted and hired contractors to completely renovate his room.

His on-brand Otaku aesthetic would still be there, but it will be much less of a baby death-trap, and there would be many new things added for the baby and for you!

Overall a decent parent, though you do have to fight with him over the compulsive video game playing sometimes.

Satan

Satan would probably have decided to Video call you rather than go on a spontaneous visit. He would also probably find out the fastest for this reason

He would catch onto your excuses to not video chat for two whole weeks and would have enough of it, demanding you video chat with him to find out what you're hiding.

He honestly had thought you were cheating on him.

He did NOT expect to be greeted on the call by you holding a blonde demon baby with horns that matched his and a bubble-wrapped tail (obv due to how sharp it is. You def got some scars from it whipping you a few times)

He would be awestruck and probably not even be able to find any words

You would def have to explain to him why you kept this hidden, and he probably wouldn't forgive you right off the bat.

"I have to admit though...[it] is pretty cute."

"Just like [its] dad."

He would ask how you would like to approach raisint the baby rather than assuming you'd just want to drop everything and move to Devildom indefinitely.

He would be glad when you say you do want to come live with him.

He would immediately go shopping for parenting books, as well as various kids books and maintaining romantic relationship books (because he absolutely wants to be a better partner to you, particularly since you had felt scared tell him about this)

He would probably move to baby proof your old room and make that your permanent living quarters with him...his room is pretty much unsalvagable lol

He would immediately forgive you for not telling him about the baby once he holds it for the first time.

He is VERY protective of both of you, and will helicopter over every brother who takes turns holding it, and immediately intervene when they overwhelm you or try to bother you when you're finally able to get some rest.

He would develop a shit-eating grin every time the baby spits up on Lucifer.

Asmo

Asmo came to the human world to surprise you with a bunch of gifts (including himself, dressed to the nines) with Solomon's help.

He hadn't seen you outside of the tiny box of his phone in so long, and hadnt really even been able to talk to you at all in about 4 weeks because you noted you were too busy - though he was so excited to see your beautiful smiling face again.

However, he was greeted by a very exhausted, disheveled, and irritable version of you.

Literally looking like you hadn't slept in weeks with how dark the circles under your eyes were, and like you hadn't changed your clothes in at least a couple days.

"Darling you look so awful! What hap-"

*cue screaming baby and a deep annoyed sigh from you.*

You invite the two in and they see that your home matches your disheveled state.

The minute you pick up the baby it stops crying. You give a half-assed explanation, not having the energy to explain the situation further, and noted the Baby demands so much attention you barely can attend to anything other than going to the bathroom and taking short naps while the baby sleeps.

Asmo feels very guilty for not being here to help you. He isn't mad that you hid this from him- he was sure you were probably worried about ruining his reputation as the heartthrob of devildom.

He didn't care about that as much as you- and now this lovely miniature version of him- though.

He offers to hold the baby and give it attention while you get rest. You give him a summary of what each cry means, how to change a diaper, and to wake you up if it needs to eat.

While you slept, Asmo gushed to Solomon about how much the demon looked like him- from the tall twisted horns, the four delicate wings, piercing coral-colored eyes, and the heart-shaped birth marks on its shoulders.

The baby was quiet as long as Asmo held it, and he definitely got a good photoshoot in to post on Devilgram with Solomon's help.

Once you got a few hours of rest and the baby became restless for some nourishment, they woke you up to breast feed and discuss what the next steps were.

Asmo refused to take no for an answer when you noted you were worried about how his fans would react to him having a baby-mamma. He was determined to have you live in with him.

He would get the brothers to help you move while he, Solomon, and the baby go on a shopping spree.

He would absolutely get matching outfits for the three of you, and would get only the best brands of care items for the baby.

He would also treat you to a spa day, taking the baby while you got your nails done, a massage, and a hair cut.

He would definitely get his own attention needs met by the baby, while the baby got its excessive attention needs met by him.

Parenting DEFINITELY became easier with his help. The baby certainly was his without a doubt with how needy it was lol.

Beelzebub

He had planned a trip to the Human world with Lucifer to come visit you since they hadn't seen you in quite a long time.

He liked being able to talk to you on the phone nearly every day, but he missed being able to hug you and take in the sweet scent of your perfume.

As they approached your door, he immediately knew something was up. There was an unusual smell coming from your home.

After you invited them in he saw the bottle you were shaking in your hand and immediately recognized the smell from when he was a baby- even though it was many, many years ago.

It was breast milk.

He nearly pushed past you in excitement to enter the room where he knew the baby would be.

Though he was still shocked when he saw the tiny red-headed being. Its face was quite chubby as it cooed at you to bring it another bottle.

"Mc...that...that baby looks just like me!"

"Well, I'd hope so. [Its] yours, after all."

Beel nearly fainted as the delight completely consumed him.

He begged you to let him feed it, and I mean...you weren't going to argue if your arms finally got a break from holding both the baby and the bottle.

Not only did it look like Beel, but it absolutely had his hunger.

Beel was absolutely glowing, giddily rocking the baby as he fed it. He had completely ignored the fact you hadn't told him about it yet, figuring you had your reasons and all that mattered was that he was here with it- and you- now.

He gushed about how they had the same wing pattern, as well as the same horns and body markings. He felt so connected to the baby and he hadn't even been here 5 minutes.

You questioned why you had been worried about telling him at all.

You chatted with Lucifer about potentially moving to Devildom and he assured you he'd figure out the logistics.

Beel was excited to have you stay with him and Belphie, getting Lucifer to arrange for renovations on their room to accommodate two more individuals in addition to him and Belphie.

Once you all actually moved in, he was very protective of the baby, only letting the brothers have limited holding time (with the exception of Belphie of course)

He always offers to feed it for you- especially after seeing how exhausted you would get holding it and having it latch onto your breasts all the time.

He would be a pro at mixing formula and would absolutely massage your shoulders while you pumped.

He is ELATED to be a dad, and he's even more happy that he gets to be a parent along side you.

Belphie

Absolutely another one who would just try to video chat with you instead of trying to make a trip to the human world.

Mehhh... loved you, but his bed was calling to him.

He would be half awake while he talked to you, but he was happy to hear your voice and see your smiling face.

"Hey Belph, I have something kind of important to tell you..."

His attention would perk up at your worried tone and he would wake up a little more, giving you his undivided attention.

You hesitated before turning the camera view around and revealing a tiny creature with dark hair, similar horns to his, dark splotches covering its body, and a long tail with a disheveled floof on the end of it, curled up in a crib.

Belphie is shocked, so much so that he's sort of in denial.

"What...what is that."

"Belphie, its our child."

"No...that can't be..."

Belphie would probably not know how to react and would probably say something mean unintentionally.

He would apologize though.

Probably not too hurt that you didn't tell him...after all, he did try to kill you at one point, so it was probably fair that you didn't want to tell him that he was your baby daddy.

Once he sees you in person though, he would be much more attentive and back to his soft and snugly self.

He would be VERY worried about hurting the baby, so he probably wouldn't want to hold it for a long time.

It will take lots of reassurance to get him to hold the baby...but once he does he will never want to let it go.

Belphie is a very protective parent, often only letting Beel get any alone time with it. He would probably growl if any of the other brothers got near it until you convince him its fine.

His cow pillow? Yeah, that's now exclusively for the baby. He'll get another one though.

Def takes naps next to the baby all the time, and will often help change diapers without question.

Though you probably would be the one doing most of the feeding- primarily because both of them have fallen asleep during feeding time.

Over all, a baby with Belphie would be a piece of cake. It tends to sleep a lot and isn't too fussy, so you both still get lots of alone time to recharge.