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Explosion Acorss Lifetimes - Chapter Twenty Eight: Breaking Point - 3k Words

Jimmy reaches his breaking point.

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The crown has gone through a lot of hands since Jimmy had lost it to Scott. It had gone through almost everyone's hands really, seven of the twelve rulers now having had a chance to make that one rule. His own rule had been to build a cod sanctuary, and he can still remember everyone’s clearly to this day, and vaguely wondered if they were all still there; or if the fish had been let out to see. (His favorite was Fwhip’s, not because he was biased or anything, but because the half dragon had just been so darn excited to show it to him. It had been adorable, really. And maybe he was biased. Just a bit, but only a tiny bit.)

Scotts rule had been no flying, and if you wanted to do so you needed to walk all the way to his bloody empire to get a fly pass. And combined with the recent removal of his Codfeather’s head, the blonde hadn’t been very inclined to go and get one. The rule was meant to be a little annoying, and had fulfilled its role perfectly. (And maybe also served as a way to keep them away from Scott’s ever growing ice powers at the time. But he’s not sure if that had just been a coincidence or conveniently timed.)

The next ruler was Joel, which Jimmy only remembered because he’d been annoying about it. And he says that genuinely, and with all the affection in the world. The Mezalean’s rule was that everyone had to wear a mask of his own face, which had provided Jimmy a bit of denial for his Codfather head issue. It hadn’t been taken away, no, he was just wearing this stupid head instead, for his brother in law. Citizens were also invited to partake in whatever rule is made, so it had been quite amsung (and maybe a little off putting as well,) to see a bunch of cod walking around in a Joel mask, like it was Halloween already.

Jimmy loses track of how’d gotten the crown a little after that. Well he’d known Lizzie had gotten it, and had made them all eat cake for about a month. Which had turned him off eating cake for another decade, maybe longer. But even if he could barely remember the other rulers after that, all due to his endless quest to regain his worth, he did follow all the rules once he knew of them. (And maybe he didn’t always know what the rules were immediately, maybe because he was skipping meetings. But it was fine , everything was fine . He was fine .)

The next one to gain the crown had been Joey, and maybe Jimmy hadn’t done his rule. Maybe he’d forgotten about that and the few meetings during the Lost Emperor’s rule. And maybe he’d gotten chewed out for it, along with several concerned looks, but it was all fine now. It was just water under the bridge, because this was just a fun little game. (That maybe everyone was starting to take far too seriously. Maybe thats due to the magic the crown itself had been rumored to somehow obtain. Jimmy doesn;t know, nor does he really care too.)

Shrub, the one to take the crown from Joey, had simply ordered them all to go tame a wolf. Which Jimmy had done, along with Caleb and a few of their other friends, and now the small pack of wolves lived in the empire, happy as ever. The local shepherds and cowhands loved them as well, said they made good guard dogs as well as pets.

The crown currently belonged to Katherine, who’s rule included planting a flower garden somewhere in the empire. Which the cod had only just remembered to do a few days ago, and had nearly forgotten to inform House Blossoms Lady that he’d done it as well. Though any thoughts of the flowers are banished a few days later, the blonde having even watered them once; not like he had the energy too anyways.

Jimmy reaches his breaking point the day Katherine’s rule as emperor ends. It is also the last day he ever meets with his Council in full. And it's one of the worst meetings he thinks he’s ever had, because they tell him that the cod are still unimpressed with his efforts. After all this time and all this work, they tell Jimmy he is not getting his Codfather head back still.

There is peace in basically every kingdom, the cod empire had no more enemies, hasn’t for months now. He’d stopped killing salmon. He’d stopped killing the cod. He’s burned any fish remains he ever found in his empire. He’d even gone to help the Ocean Empire next door, even to his sister's bewilderment. He’d rebuilt the church, he’d rebuilt damn near every building in his empire by this point. He made cod sanctuaries, placed them in the wall that bordered Mythland and made a fun little aquarium. He’d gotten on his knees and begged and prayed in the empty church like a dying man, and still nothing.

Months later, over six at least, he stands there, in front of what is supposed to be the cod themselves, and is told he is not worthy for the millionth time. The gazes of his dearly belothed Council bore into his backside. Some are cold, as they have always been, while others hold pity, and one of the few full of kindness belongs to Caleb; as it always had during this process. He hates them, they hate him. One of his best friends is on the Council. He gets tired of their constant nagging and unrelenting criticisms. He doesn’t know how he’d run this empire without them around. He wishes they would just fuck off, or tell him what he did wrong in the first place.

(Part of him has always been suspicious, that the reason was related to Fwhip somehow, and that the cod’s hatred of salmon truly ran that deep. And if that was true, if that was the reason, then Jimmy would be taking that damned Codfather’s head back by force before he abandoned his boyfriend. He likes to think that's what he’d do anyways, fully knowing he’d probably fumble somehow if it ever did come down to that.)

They watch him as he walks out, and the door closes slowly and softly behind him. It’s a sad, defeated thing. It’s the most Jimmy can give. The anger and the frustration had dried up long ago, during Joey’s time as ruler he thinks.

He makes his way to his house, his stupid shack, the one building he never changed over all these months. Because that felt a little selfish, even if they did have the resources too, and all his neighbors encouraged it. Being selfish wouldn’t make anyone worthy or anything, would it?

Well, that was his thought process before. But at this point, maybe being selfish would’ve actually gotten his stupid head back. The head he so rightfully deserved, in Jimmy’s humble opinion. The thing that was essentially his birthright.

He gets all the way to the door before the cod hears the footsteps that had been following him, shoes squelching in the slightly damp ground as their owner trails him, not even trying to be secretive about it. He knows who it is before they even speak too, because who else would it be?

"Jimmy, are you…?" Caleb is suddenly right behind him, and places a hand on his arm. The older cod flinches away almost on instinct. (He’s been doing that a lot recently, flinching away from perfectly normal touches, like he doesn’t deserve the attention or whatever.) Of course Caleb had noticed that something was wrong when he’d left that meeting, of course. Because what were friends for, after all.

"I'll be fine, Caleb." He responded, his voice sounding cool and lifeless even to his own ears.

His friend, one of his best in fact, his favorite Council member, the boy who's been by his side throughout all their troubles, all the hard political decisions, the one who’s stuck by him since the start. For the first time he pleads. The blonde doesn’t know if it’s the first time Caleb’s pleading to Jimmy, or just in general. He’s not the begging or groveling type, not in any sense of the word. The second option, in the Codboy’s mind, is far worse than the first one could ever be.

Caleb pleads with Jimmy to open up, to be honest and stop hiding his issues for once in his goddamned life. He says his name desperate, worried, in a tone that should only ever come out of Lizzie and her centuries old overprotectiveness. He fucking pleads.

"Jimmy."

"I'll be fine." Jimmy repeats, frills pressed to the sides of his head, and then he walks towards his house, and slams the door and locks it. He throws the Codboy hat off his head, and throws it across his living room. The blonde barely cares or notices where it lands, he just needed it off his head as soon as possible. He runs a hand through his rather messy locks, and slumping against the nearest wall.

The cod hugs his knees to his chest, and buries his head in his arms for a few glorious minutes. If he focuses on it, he can feel the wetness starting to prick at the corners of his eyes. But he doesn’t want to cry, so he doesn’t think about it. He thinks about the crown again instead, thinks about that minigame Katherine was going to set up. The one to end her rule and all.

He distracts himself, thinks about anything but his problems, even a topic he’s not partially fond of. He wonders how long Katherines even had the crown, the days having blurred together for the cod long ago. He tries and fails to remember what he games even about, because she;d told him at one point, and he’d felt bad because he was half listening because he was brainstorming ways to get the head back. He’d felt bad because he wasn’t listening, and Katherine seemed so passionate about her game, and that he’d declined an invite to participate earlier that morning. He thinks it's most likely over now, and wonders who won, and what other stupid rule he’ll have to follow. Right as the winner lands somewhere in his empire.

Fwhip shows up to tell Jimmy about the news, celebrate his victory, and the Codboy can barely force himself to be happy about it. He doesn’t even know his partners arrived, until Caleb leads him in, because of course Jimmy had given one of them a key to his house at one point. That is such a him thing to do, and he hates that fact right now.

Caleb is clearly still worried, and he probably muttered something to Fwhip. Jimmy doesn’t think his friend told the Count everything, no, just enough. Just that something was wrong and that the blonde was bottling up everything again. Probably told him something like that. Hopefully just that.

(He doesn’t want any of the other rulers to know about the Codfather head being taken, he hasn’t from the start, lest they start thinking he’s weak again. And Jimmy isn’t weak, he’s not, he’s not, he’s not-)

There's the sound of a door shutting, and one pair of boots approaching him. So only one of them came in, which is a good thing, because Jimmy thinks he’s going to burst if has to deal with two worried people crowding around him at the moment. He needs room to breathe, is all.

“Hey,” Fwhip’s tone is gentle as he crouches beside his partner, an equally as gentle hand being placed on his thigh. Usually, that manages to steady the blonde. This time it does not. It feels like it makes him want to break down more, really. The Count sounds like he’s going to say something more, probably something stupid like are you alright? But he cuts himself off, and waits oh so patiently for Jimmy to maybe say something back. (He’s so patient with him, ever so patient. Jimmy doesn’t deserve that, not now, not anymore.)

Jimmy goes to respond, to let out a strangled greeting in response. But when he opens his mouth the words will not come, and the only sound he makes is small and warbled. It can’t even be considered one of his little clicks that he does. The ones Fwhip has said he loves so much. He promptly shuts his mouth, and averts his gaze off to the side, almost doing so in shame.

The Count frowns, and part of Jimmy hates how he’s frowning because of him and his stupid problems. “Can you tell me what's wrong?” The blonde knows he probably won’t be able to speak, so he just shakes his head no in place of whatever verbal response he wants to give so badly. Fwhip shuffles and grabs hold of him softly, until they have successfully shifted positions. He is not being held, not yet anyways. But the cod has been moved so that he’s leaning on his partner, and so that Fwhip can pull him into his lap at a moments notice,

“Well, whatever's wrong,” The half dragon starts to mutter kind, comforting words to him, and Jimmy thinks he doesn’t deserve it. If he doesn’t deserve the head, then what else does he truly deserve? Certainly not this. Certainly not the man sitting beside him, who has been nothing but a good and amazing and an absolutely wonderful partner, despite the seemingly countless bumps in their road. “I’m sure it can be fixed, can’t it? We can fix it together, if you’d like.”

It’s a kind offer, it comes from a place of good intention, Jimmy knows this desperately. But it still makes him want to move away from Fwhip and harshly tell him no , that's not how any of this works. Whatever Fwhip could think of to get the Codfather’s head back, Jimmy’s probably already thought of it before. And nothing worked, none of his ideas did. And getting help for this didn’t really prove he was worthy, now did it? All it proved was that the Codboy was a stupid desperate fool. Especially when the person helping was probably the one the cod hated the most. Fish didn’t forgive easily, or whatever.

Fwhip goes to wrap a sturdy arm around him, and Jimmy flinches away. He can practically hear the concern from his boyfriend, the emotion rolling off the half dragon in waves until it fills the entire room with its presence. There’s a lot of emotions running through both of them right now, he feels, but that one just happens to be one of the loudest. Concern. For him . After he doesn’t deserve it.

“Do you need me to go?” The Count asks, his voice almost a whisper. In that moment the cod is glad his voice has left him, because if it had not, he might’ve just screamed upon hearing that. The question is simply left to float in the empty air, no response ever coming to it.

Jimmy takes a deep breath. He wants to be left alone, to mope in private and maybe cry his eyes out. He wants Fwhip to stay and hold him and tell him everything will be okay. He wants to curl up in a hole for a thousand years and maybe die down there. He wants Fwhip to hold him and never let go. He doesn’t know what he wants anymore.

The cod takes another shuddering breath, and moves quickly, suddenly, until he can bury his head into Fwhip’s shoulder. The Count says nothing, and wraps his arms around him and holds his partner there, like Jimmy knew he was always going too from the moment he entered. Fingers start to softly run through his hair, and Jimmy can do nothing but lean into it and try not to cry. Fwhip shouldn’t be able to play with his hair, there should be a head atop his own head instead. His Codfather’s head, not the stupid one currently laying across the room from them.

He wants his partner to hold him, he wants to be left alone, and Jimmy supposes he gets both of that. Because they stay like that, Fwhip holding him close and lacing gentle fingers through his rather unkempt hair, until he can’t stand being touched anymore. He tells the Count to go, to leave, that he needs some space. Fwhip leaves reluctantly, and presses a hesitant goodbye kiss to the blonde’s forehead before he does so. Jimmy loves him so much it hurts.

He hears his partner muttering something to Caleb, hears it through the wall. It’s about him, obviously, but the words are only exchanged for a short time. He doesn’t pay attention to them, and the cod chooses to bury his head in his arms instead, like he'd been doing earlier. He does so for hours after the voices fade, and it is just him, alone in his small house, with the worst head he’s ever worn across the floor from him. It’s beady little eyes seemingly staring into his soul as he continues to have a breakdown.

Vaguely, he wonders where Norman’s run off too. The big guy was always good at cheering him up in the past, and always good at seeking out Jimmy when he was in a foul mood before. Normally, the cod is grateful for that cat, and doesn't know what he’d do without him. Now, he thinks that this burden is too much for him to bear, let alone let the poor animal shoulder any of it with him. Even if Norman doesn’t really shoulder anything but his sadness, even that feels like too much this time.

His cat finds him eventually, when Jimmy inevitably flops in his bed to pass out, emotionally exhausted from all of that. Though he only finds that part out come morning, when the blonde has to pick up his codboy head, put it back on, and continue with his days like yesterday never happened.

He put the head back on, and went through the motions again, just like he had been doing for months now. Day after day after day after day. All he gets in return is nothing, and Jimmy knows he can barely take that anymore, and wonders when enough is enough. He wonders if he’ll ever give up.

He knows he never will, not really, not in a way that matters. Because he is stubborn, and will not give up until there is literally nothing left for him to regain again.

#ron.fic #ron.writing #jimmy solidarity #explosions acorss lifetimes #empires smp #empiresblr #fwhimmy #count fwhip #empiresshipping #the codfather

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cogcltrcorn · 1 year

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me, a man who has not read A Word of the "his dark materials" series: I think I should figure out what daemons tvc characters would have

this is an open discussion. I will need to hear y'alls input on this.

so. I have started with lestat. and I present, for your consideration: the evillest golden retriever. ever.

my argumentation:

handsome

blonde

ok and now seriously

a hunting animal

look. "lelio", the kind kid that was obsessed with proving himself useful by providing for his family, the happy-go-lucky amateur actor, definitely had a big nice dog as a daemon. what happened later is. a different story

sidenote: obsessed with inserting this daemon into the whole wolf-hunting sequence and the subsequent depressive episode. lestat mentions that when he was lying in bed afterwards he felt cold because he was usually sleeping with dogs. here it's marginally better because he would still be lying in bed with a dog but also WORSE because. that's the only one that survived. it's that more obvious how lonely he is.

obsessed with the concept of a "puppy love" turning into something entirely different. an evil golden retriever has the same uncanny valley effect as lestat himself, I think

Louis: A falcon

arguments:

look. I am at a point where I just look at some of these pictures and see jacob anderson. this is just hashtag him you know. he has the vibes

also a hunting animal!!!

this:

they eat small animals, mostly rodents (giggling violently)

just. look. it's him

With Claudia it's difficult. on one hand, I really want her to have a canine as well, for some good old mother-daughter parallels. but also. she just isn't. my thoughts on her are:

1) A Burmese Python

this is vibes based. also. love the idea of her having a fuck-off giant snake. works great for all versions of claudia. amc claudia would wear her as a boa.

also a carnivore, but not a hunting animal!!! because!!! you see!!!! despite everything!!!! both lestat and louis will always be more tame/human than her!!!!! because they had actual time to grow up!!!!! and live as humans!!!!! unlike her!!!!

not particularly related to the snake form specifically but love the idea of both louis and lestat being Extremely slow to pick up on the fact that the daemon has settled. like they would probably go "hey why won't you change into something smaller" for a full 3 months before they fucking COMPREHEND

2) a black footed cat

I like this option less (because the fuckoff giant snake is simply more fun) but. it's the smallest and also deadliest feline in the world. this is very much hashtag her

kind of draws a parallel to gabrielle (who. should clearly have a lioness. this is just common sense)

so. yeah. those are my Thoughts. as I've mentioned above, Gabrielle clearly has a lioness (going insane about Gabrielle having the mane that the lioness doesn't.......), also I think Nicki should also have some sort of bird... (maybe a carrion crow?) and I am thinking some sort of canine for armand as well. a maned wolf? don't know. anyway. give me your thoughts!!!! I am going insane!!!

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #amc iwtv #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #claudia iwtv #armand iwtv #tvc #the vampire chronicles #golden compass

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soukoku-fic-recs · 2 years

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hi! i was wondering if you had any recommendations for completed soukoku fics over 80,000 words? any genre works!

Hello!!!

I looove really really long fics, so here are some of the big boys that I liked a lot!

Let me know the ones you enjoy best!!

-f

Bungou Game Dogs by HYPERPOWER666: After swallowing a strange sleeping pill that his orphanage director gave him, Atsushi lands into an alternative world where he has to play games and gain points to proceed. Not knowing what or where he is, he plays the games in hope to return back to the orphanage but instead finds himself with new friends and a quest to defeat the final, yet unbeaten boss. (95,243 words)

Everything or Nothing by CataclysmicEvent: College AU where Chuuya finds out that the boy he drunkenly made out with the night of orientation is his new roommate. His arrogant, smug, very straight roommate. And the boys are each convinced the other is trying to ruin their life by making them go absolutely insane. (263,037 words)

Betrayal Is in My Nature by milwritescausewhynot: When Dazai Osamu is sent on an undercover mission to purloin One Order from the Ozaki Mafia, the last thing he expected to do was fall in love with the very boy he’s supposed to betray.And yet, that’s exactly what he ends up doing.How foolish. (172,459 words)

Inseperable by milwritescausewhynot: Best friends is too simple a term to squash the entire dynamic of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya within. Sure, they’ve known each other since they were children, and they’re each other’s #1 on their best friend lists on Snapchat, and Chuuya’s been seen one too many times in his hoodies. People have also noticed how Dazai’s main muse for his volunteer hobby of polaroid photographer is the redhead himself. But the pranks they pull on each other isn’t much of a ‘best friend’ thing to do. Especially when one of the pranks get pulled so far, That Chuuya is forbidden from seeing Dazai ever again. And though he sees no good coming from such a forced separation, the one thing that can enhance their futures together is propelled forward at a faster speed than either of them could have ever imagined: coming to terms with their unusual feelings for each other.(107449 words)

where your loyalties lie by writingfromtheshadows: Loyalty is the foundation of the yakuza code, something that was drilled into Chuuya at an early age. However, his lessons did not cover how to manage a political marriage with his organization's oldest rival. (163,125 words)

Baby Executive by BlowingYourMind: Dazai's normally boring morning was shattered when a small pair of arms wrapped themselves around his knees and big azure eyes blinked up at him partnered with a stupidly happy grin. Or: Chuuya is hit with an ability that reverses his age. (101,652 words)

don't you ever tame your demons by writingfromtheshadows: Every year, a handful of children are born with the ability to command supernatural powers. Thousands of dollars and dozens of trained specialists are tasked with identifying, tracking down, and labeling each one as Deviant. Once identified, they have no rights other than those that are permitted to them, and disobedience is a crime punishable by death. Chuuya has never known a life outside of the routine he's forced to follow, but when the boss of Yokohama's Port Mafia offers him a chance of freedom, Chuuya is not prepared for the rebellion he's stumbling into. (108,592 words)

wolf among sheep by Shinkirou: Joining a local gang of orphaned children at the age of thirteen hadn't exactly been Dazai's plan in life, but realistically speaking, it isn't like he has anything better to do, so... Why not? (There are, of course, many reasons to not do that, but, well. Dazai's boredom is a powerful thing.) [AKA the completely self-indulgent "Dazai joins the Sheep" au that nobody asked for.] (130,848 words)

A Collision of Fates by dgalerab: Dazai Osamu has always known his fate - to become the vessel of the Hollow God, a god hellbent on reuniting with Its lover, the Tainted God, and wreaking havoc on the world. But that doesn't mean he can't try going on a last ditch effort of a quest trying to stop it from happening. (83,603 words)

Cheese by Alien_ships: Eco-friendly, vegan Akutagawa is yelling at other customers in the supermarket and Atsushi who works in dairy products is kind of impressed. Includes Dazai tempting Chuuya with cheese and wine, Mori The Manager and Fyodor: The Creepy But Lovable Roommate. (82,264 words)

bonus big boys that already popped up over the blog are: still still still by icedlightroast (112,578 words) and I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio by ElectricSplatter (256,709 words) of course.

#soukoku #soukoku fanfiction #soukoku fanfic #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #skk #fic rec

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morgansmornings · 11 months

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Source: byrneing

Tagged by: @mouthoftheocean Tagging: whoever wants to

1) a song you can listen to on repeat

Eric Zahn ~ The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets

2) a song from one of your favorite albums

Seven Days to the Wolves ~ Nightwish (Dark Passion Play)

3) a song you loved when you were a teenager or kid

Get off of My Back ~ Bryan Adams

4) a song that makes you feel strong

Kick in the Teeth ~ Papa Roach

5) a song that makes you sad

Love Without End, Amen ~ George Strait Remember When ~ Alan Jackson

Both do but not for the usual reason. It’s a happy sadness?

6) a song that cheers you up

Burn it to the Ground ~ Nickleback

7) a song that reminds you of your friend(s)

Hot Patootie ~ Meatloaf

8) a song that reminds you of an ex partner or crush

I Won’t Give Up on Us~ Peter Hollens cover

9) a song that reminds you of yourself

Redneck Woman ~ Gretchen Wilson

11) a song that brings back good memories

Kickstart My Heart ~ Mötley Crüe

12) a song that grew on you

Human ~ Rag’N’Bone Man

13) a song from a musical

Music of the Night ~ Phantom of the Opera (Any version really)

14) a song with a great music video

Wolf Totem ~ The Hu

15) a song that’s better as a cover

Dark Horse ~ Anthony Vincent Cover

16) a song that’s better acoustic

More that Words ~ Extreme

17) a song with great lyrics

Danny Don’t You Know ~ Ninja Sex Party

18) a song for summer

I’m from the Country ~ Tracy Byrd

19) a song for heartache

Call Me ~ Shinedown

20) a song for car rides

Convoy ~ C. W. McCall

21) a song for the rain

Drops of Jupiter ~ Train

22) a song for dancing

Rasputin ~ Boney M.

25) a song from before you were born

Hunger Strike ~ Temple of the Dog

26) a song from a band that’s no longer together

It’s the End of the World ~ R.E.M.

27) a song you’ve seen live

Hail to the King ~ Avenged Sevenfold

28) a song you want to see live

Mirror Mirror ~ Blind Guardian

29) a song by a band you don’t usually like

Rock What You Got ~ Superchick

30) a song you recommend

I can’t pick just one. Because it depends on who I am talking to and about what kind of Genre we are discussing. Clearly I have a very... eclectic range of music and this is pretty tame for an average playlist.

#About the Stoat of Sarcasm l Mun Things #More Memes for the Meme Gods | Meme

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necros-writing-stuff · 2 years

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Hey-Hey people, bnnuy here. Alright listen here children. Tarnished Powerbottom PC and their loyal Eden/Half-Wolf Shadow/Guard who they tamed to be their little dog who licks them under the table when not on duty. PC is after all their lord, and maybe they even owe their life to PC so ofc they will be the good pet that they are and make PC feel good. - Bnuy.

Once-proud warrior turned Lord's pet, I do think so indeed. Shame it doesn't fit with the lore, as it's the God's vessel (such as Marika)/Empyreans that get shadows and sadly not the Elden Lord, but I wish. I really wish the Tarnished got their very own Blaidd/Maliketh.

Now, Shadow Eden is great. It gives twice as much reason for him to be so protective. He's your other half, your technical half-brother in the lore. He was made to be yours, and you are his to keep safe and happy in any way you wish.

He doesn't like the public elements, but if no-one knows he's under the table then it's all fine. If you can keep a straight face and act like there's nothing wrong at all, then there's no harm. So long as he gets to serve you properly after dinner, by pushing you up against you bedroom chamber's wall and knotting you just as you deserve.

He snarls at the full wolves roaming around the Lands Between. He's such a better version than what they are. They could never protect you like he could. They could never please you like he can - and they never ever would. It is his job. His and his alone.

Eden doesn't care for the rumours around you, so long as they do not risk your life. He only cares that he is you source of safety, comfort and pleasure. For that, he'd be loyal until the end.

#eden the hunter #'nw terato'#spill your guts #bnuy anon #'nw inc*st'

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milfmacbeth · 9 hours

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Hi! Your top 5 best and top 5 worst endings of anything that you liked? Could be TV shows, books, movies, podcasts. Thanks!

hi!! thank you for the ask <3

i generally prefer tragic or bittersweet endings over unambiguously happy ones; this will be long; spoilers ahead (obviously)

best endings

hannibal

the wrath of the lamb fucking rearranged my brain chemistry. how do i explain to people that one of the most romantic things i’ve ever seen was a murder-suicide?

technically hannibal was canceled and not ended but in absence of a season 4, i will consider twotl the ending. i don’t even want a season 4 because i can’t imagine any better ending than the one we’ve got. yes, season 3b was a rushed mess of hannibal, will, and dolarhyde playing fuck marry kill with each other, but they stuck the landing so well, and it’s this perfect tragic mix of “this could’ve all been avoided” and “there’s no other way this could’ve ended”.

and yeah the ending is ambiguous and it’s implied they lived but my favorite interpretation is that they died in each other’s arms.

black sails

wars have been fought over the interpretation of this ending. i personally think john silver is lying but whatever your take, jack’s “a story is true, a story is untrue” speech is brilliant and it’s a perfect ending to a great show

fleabag

“i love you” “it’ll pass” I AM NORMAL.

i love you, female characters written by women. i love you, comedy that turns into tragedy halfway through. i love you, clever use of narrative devices.

this show is damn near perfect, and even though the first thing i did after finishing fleabag was go on ao3 in search of thousands of words of fix-it fic, i wouldn’t change a thing about the ending.

white fang

i wouldn’t say i have a favorite book, but if i had to answer that question it would either be the iliad or white fang. this is the book that got me into reading.

this book caught me at exactly the right time in my life. i was obsessed with wolves as a kid; i was 11 or so, and my grandma handed me this beautifully illustrated book that had the most amazing old book smell (because it’s been in a wooden attic up until then).

it’s about the life of a wolfdog (more wolf than dog) that was born in the wild but gets tamed/adopted into a dog pack that hates him because they can smell he’s not really a dog and hooo boy does something is wrong with you and others can tell that you’re not like them hit when you’re a lonely child.

anywayyyyyy it ends with white fang, having been adopted by a kind man, lying in the sun, still a little confused/out of his element but content. the ending is bittersweet and thematically fitting and he’s a good dog and deserves it.

the mechanisms

the mechanisms are a band of immortal space pirates telling stories of their adventures. their last album is titled death to the mechanisms and in the eponymous song , they realize they’re not quite as immortal as they thought they were. it’s sad, it’s funny, it’s beautiful, it’s poetic, and it’s a worthy send-off.

if you’ve got six and a half minutes, it’s worth a listen (even without context), if only for gems like “witnesses will say that they have never before seen someone so viciously excited to die” or “his body will float there forever, far beyond the warmth of stars” or “pointless, ignoble deaths the lot of them. but who that lived can really boast otherwise?” (this band is so quotable it's insane)

onto the hating!

worst endings

dexter

what the absolute FUCK was that. i adore this show but the ending sucks so much it feels almost malicious

supernatural

i’m not sure i can answer “do you like supernatural?” without a lawyer present. i was obsessed with supernatural as a teenager, then i stopped watching around season 10 or 11. i decided to rewatch the entire thing after november 5th.

supernatural would be so good if it was good. i’m a “supernatural should’ve ended after season 5” truther but i admit that some of the later seasons do have their moments.

not the ending though. the ending is so completely beyond parody i don’t even know what to say. castiel is in superhell for gay angels. dean gets nailed by vampire clowns. when i first saw the aged-up version of sam i literally burst out laughing. at least the wincesties got a forehead touch out of it i guess???? i am so glad that i’ve built up enough emotional distance to laugh instead of rage about this because i know my teenage self would’ve had a conniption.

goethe’s faust and euripides’ orestes

they’ve got nothing to do with each other but i have the exact same beef with both of them so i’m just gonna throw them together.

faust ending: faust loses his wager with mephisto and should’ve by all rights gone to hell but god says ????? (don’t even ask i’m not sure i could explain whatever twisted logic is going on there. something about faust using his devil-bestowed powers for good) and faust goes to heaven anyway.

goethe, my guy, you named the thing faust. eine tragödie. where’s the tragedy i was promised? false advertising. fuck you.

orestes ending: standoff between menelaus and orestes; orestes is holding a knife to hermione’s (menelaus’ and helen’s daughter) throat; this will not end well. or so you thought! at the last possible second, apollo swoops down and fixes everything, tells orestes to marry hermione and ???

nothing is satisfyingly resolved but hey, at least no one’s dead. except iphigenia, and agamemnon, and clytemnestra. this fucking family…

this is what the ancients called deus ex machina and what i call an ass pull.

i just think if you’ve constructed an entire narrative that follows a very clear, specific direction, you shouldn’t then swerve to the left. SEEMS LOGICAL TO ME

and it’s not just philistine bitching on my part btw. there’s actual academic debate about what the hell these authors were thinking. that being said, i’m a hater because i’m a lover, and i wouldn’t be so mad if i didn’t love both these plays

game of thrones

i am sure everyone has heard about how much the ending fucking sucks. from building up the night king to be a badass villain only to kill him in the ass-pulliest way imaginable in one (1) night, to walking back all the character development the characters went through to jon’s heritage being meaningless to having a thus far sympathetic dany snap and burn a city down over literally nothing to jaime and cersei being killed by falling rocks to brandon fucking stark, a character so uninteresting the show forgot about him for a whole season, sitting on the iron throne.

also, euron greyjoy is my favorite character in the books and i’ll never forgive the show for butchering him (i don’t know who the fuck that guy on the screen is, it sure ain’t euron).

one thing that i find fascinating is that it’s literally just the writing that sucks. the costumes are beautiful, the soundtrack is better than the show deserves (thank you ramin djawadi ilu mwah <3), the dragons look great, the actors are doing the best they can. highest production value piece of garbage ever made.

the magnus archives

(little warning bc i’m really mad about this so vitriol ahead. also, i have not listened to the magnus protocol and i’m not sure i ever will)

i yelled about this a lot and i’m ready to yell about this some more!! THIS IS A SEASON 5 HATE BLOG. i’m so serious it’s literally a better podcast if you ignore season 5 and act like MAG 160 is the ending. jonathan ‘the archivist’ sims should’ve had a corruption arc and i will die on this hill, everything E V E R Y T H I N G pointed towards jon becoming a monster and enjoying it. it could’ve been so good!!! instead we got some formulaic bullshit, the concept of (and i cannot stress this enough) parallel universes introduced like three episodes before the ending, and the single shittiest romance i have ever been subjected to. the way martin treats jon is sooo fucking vile and yet the podcast is constantly like aren’t they so cute :) isn’t this soo romantic :) NO IT FUCKING ISN’T. he’s dating his shitty coworker who he doesn’t even like that much why exactly am i supposed to be rooting for this relationship jesus fuck i feel like i’m being gaslit. i don’t just have a notp i genuinely feel like jonmartin ruined the entire thing.

s5 also completely ignored jonah magnus who, apart from being one of the most interesting characters, is THE GUY THE PODCAST WAS NAMED AFTER. but yeah, sure, who cares about him? let's have five more episodes of jon and martin being fundamentally incompatible.

and then there’s the ending where jon is the only one who stands up for what’s right. the podcast tries to act like keeping the fears in their world or releasing the fears are two equally bad choices but the latter is so clearly worse. so clearly the wrong choice to make. AND THEN THEY MAKE THAT TERRIBLE CHOICE FUCK THIS SO MUCH

tma season 5 is one of those cases where you can so clearly see the potential of something that could’ve been so great and they just threw that away AND FOR WHAT

(ok i’m done yelling about this now. just kidding i’ll never be done)

#i am long overdue for a rewatch/reread of some of these #ask

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jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav · 3 years

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Can u make mc is the actual owner of Cerberus when he was a pup but villagers killed him because they thought that he was a monster and what how would the brothers and the undateable react to that when mc started to cry when she saw Cerberus headcanons

Oh Beans! I totally spaced when reading this and only have the brothers.

I'll post what I have here right now, but this will also be on AO3, so if you keep checking/subscribe there, you'll get a notification when I've added the undateables! It might not be for a while though, since I'm about to start school again ^-^;;

Who's a Good Boy?

The Guard Dog of the House of Hades. A vicious, three-headed hellhound that only the fallen Morningstar himself could command. Unfathomably massive. Devourer of demons, angels, and humans alike. Notoriously difficult to groom.

That is Cerberus, Lucifer’s extremely volatile pet named after a figure from Greek mythology for reasons no one truly understands. The creature has struck fear into the hearts of its housemates, and the Devildom at large, for what feels like ages.

So when MC cries upon seeing the wolf-dog for the first time, none of the brothers are especially surprised. How could a human cross such a monster’s path and live, after all?

Except those who weep in fear usually don’t then barrel full-tilt into one of the monster’s furry legs, babbling incoherently about how they thought they’d never see him again.

One of Cerberus’ heads leans down to the human, and the brothers panic, fearing the worst. It opens its mouth, revealing razor sharp fangs—

And licks MC’s entire body in a saliva-filled canine kiss. Now covered in tears and drool, MC laughs as they shake themself off, teasing the hellhound by saying that they already showered today, thank you very much.

“So, did you miss me as much as I missed you?” they ask, giving Cerberus’ central head some under the chin scritches (the only part of its head they can currently reach).

Cerberus boofs loudly, enormous tail waving back and forth at an increasingly hazardous pace.

Lucifer

What.

Lucifer is dealing with a Lot right now. He almost lost the exchange student to his own dog, except apparently Cerberus used to belong to MC?! How?!

He orders Cerberus to back away from the human, part of him still convinced that this is somehow a combination of MC being mistaken and Cerberus playing with its food, but the hellhound actually growls at him and picks MC up by the back of their shirt, tossing them onto its back.

MC, in response, finds new places to scritch.

He stares at the scene for a few minutes, unable to process what his life has become.

Later, once Cerberus finally agrees to let MC leave, they explain to him that Cerberus used to be a puppy in the human world.

Obviously, he was immediately noted as strange due to his three heads, and the people of MC’s village believed him to be an omen of death. MC themself didn’t care, and just saw “lil’ Cerb” as a puppy like any other, albeit an exceptionally drooly one.

He used to be more or less normal dog-sized, but it quickly became obvious that Cerberus was growing fast, and would be much larger than even a wolf by the time he was done. He also became harder and harder to hide.

Unfortunately, one night they awoke to poor Cerberus being chased out into the night by a mob, never to return.

They assumed the worst, mourned, and got on with their life as best as they could. But seeing Cerberus— they knew it was the same dog as soon as they saw him — brought all those emotions right back to the surface.

It’s not hard to adapt to these strange circumstances. Lucifer is actually quite relieved to have someone who is both willing and able to safely help him in caring for Cerberus, and both MC and the hellhound delight in each other’s company.

Lucifer also won’t deny the pride he feels upon seeing MC, the one he loves, getting along so well with his son dog.

Mammon

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The P A N I C of seeing MC within bite-chomp-murder-kill distance of Cerberus nearly killed Mammon.

What the hell is he supposed to do against that furball?! MC’s dead meat, a chew toy, he can’t save them again—

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY D O I N G ? !

Torn between passing out from fear and yelling about how brave and cool HIS human is!

So he kinda just… stands there, slack-jawed, as MC finds a spot on the creature that makes it thump its leg so hard the ground shakes.

Already he’s cooking up ways to use MC’s Cerberus-taming powers to get into all kinds of Shenanigans

Except he quickly learns that while Cerb is much more gentle with MC, it won’t let them distract it from its duties.

Has this resulted in MC semi-unwillingly riding Cerberus as it chases a terrified Mammon throughout the Devildom? Possibly~

Though when MC explains to Mammon how Cerberus used to be their dog, and what had happened to him… He can’t help but feel a touch more sympathetic to the hellhound.

Only a little bit though. It still does try and tear him apart whenever he gets too close, after all.

Leviathan

Levi’s fear metamorphoses into awe much faster than the others’. MC LOOKS SO COOL!! Riding the mighty Cerberus like a steed!

He desperately wishes he had the art skills to capture this iconic moment forever. But alas, a camera will have to do.

It’s a pretty good picture, the comparatively small human sitting on Cerberus’ back like something straight out of a fantasy novel. Levi even has a shot of them accidentally scritching a spot that makes Cerberus breathe fire (like a furry dragon!)

100% gets super emotional when MC tells him how they originally had— and lost— Cerberus as a puppy. It reminds him of his precious Henry 1.0 in some ways…

Begs MC to let him post the photos he took, along with their story as the caption. It’s just too good! It’s exactly like that arc in My Adventurer Boyfriend Keeps Adopting the Monsters He Beats in Combat and Now We’re Running Out of Space to Keep Them!

Like Mammon, Levi also quickly learns that just because he unlocked Cerberus’ tragic backstory, doesn’t mean that the hellhound will treat him any differently.

But sometimes, after a long “walk” with MC, the massive creature will be mostly asleep. And then, his hand shaking, MC will guide Levi to pet Cerberus’ flank. Its tail swishes softly, Levi’s own swaying in response.

Satan

He shakes his head and laughs, torn between relief, awe, shock, and lingering horror for MC’s safety. Of course they can tame even the ferocious Cerberus…

Guess all sorts of angry monsters like MC, huh?

He definitely wants to hear the story of MC owning Cerberus in the past, but first he’s going to drink in the absolutely dumbfounded expression on Lucifer’s face.

Toooootally doesn’t cry upon hearing MC’s story with Cerberus. No way, he’s still a cat person, he swears!

...No one is allowed to comment on Satan’s various burn injuries that occur over the next few weeks.

Not if they don’t want to be left with worse.

Asmodeus

OH SHIT!! Also, ewwwww

Once the fear for MC’s safety subsides, Asmo can appreciate the cuteness and hilarity that is MC with Cerberus. Truly no one is immune to their charms it seems, and their affections know no bounds.

...Is it that same quality that allows MC to continue to care for him and his brothers despite their past actions?

Asmo claims that the smoke from Cerberus’ fire breath is getting into his eyes, prompting him to leave. He has a good long stare-at-a-wall crisis for a bit.

Learning MC and Cerberus’ story only makes him mushier. Their tragedy got a happy ending after all!

As much as he loves MC’s charms, he still insists that they de-drool themself before touching him or any of his things. It stinks like brimstone!

Now if they need any help getting clean… That he can oblige~

Beelzebub

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH part 2

As one of the physically stronger brothers, when Lucifer’s not available it’s Beel’s job to groom Cerberus. He knows how dangerous that mutt is.

But apparently not for MC “Knows No Fear” over there!

As Cerberus continues to remain docile in MC’s presence, Beel starts to appreciate the cuteness of a human and their giant hellhound.

Unabashedly mushy upon hearing MC’s story about Cerberus. The themes of losing a loved one, only to find them much later in a new form… it kinda hits a little close to home for him.

(It’s not a perfect analogy: Beel knows MC isn’t Lilith, but having them as part of her legacy is undeniably cathartic. It’s why he doesn’t share these exact feelings with them, since he knows they’re uncomfortable with being compared to her excessively. Still, he can’t help but note the comparison.)

Naturally, he’s also very happy to have a very useful partner for grooming Cerberus. That living nightmare turns into an overgrown puppy whenever MC’s around. It’s much easier, and much safer, to work with this way.

Plus, it means he gets some quality time with MC! And there’s nothing quite like the fond smiles they share with him during these moments.

Belphegor

He has got to be dreaming. No way is this actually happening— nope, Mammon just stepped on his foot, and that hurt, he’s awake.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

Does MC not fear death? Is that it? Did that part of their brain just completely shut down when he killed them?!

Unlike the others, he can’t really shut down his panic. Sure, right now Cerberus is acting all cuddly, but that could change on a dime. That dog only listens to Lucifer, and right now all Lucifer is doing is staring gormlessly at it!!!

He nearly loses his hand trying to pull MC away from the creature (which it naturally did Not appreciate).

“Belphie, wait! It’s okay,” MC reassures him even as smoke blows out of Cerberus’ nostrils.

They explain their history with the hellhound, how they rescued it as a puppy and then lost it to the angry and frightened people of their village.

Belphegor can’t help but recall their expression when he told them about his imprisonment, the outrage there mingling with a much older emotion. Is that why they were so quick to help him?

He’s still wary of Cerberus. He refuses to be fooled by any facades the creature may be putting up.

But one day, MC invites him to one of their “playdates”. Cerberus watches him like a hawk, growling when he first approaches, but MC just shushes and soothes the monster until it allows him closer.

And maybe, after a few tense minutes, the pair begin to relax around each other.

And maybe, Lucifer has a picture of MC and Belphegor curled up in Cerberus’ fur as the three take a mid-afternoon nap.

And maybe, Belphegor lets him keep it.

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hurricaneonanesthesia · 2 years

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Can I have a Sova request where the reader spends time with alot of animals and I'm not talking about domestic animals like dogs and cats I'm talking about wild animals. Ex they are on a date in the woods and a random pack of wolves suddenly came and become docile around her

Hi there! Thanks so much for requesting!

Ah Sova my beloved <3, I’ll be more than happy to write for him! This is a bit short, but I hope you enjoy it regardless!

~Admin Hurricane

Warnings: some google translated russian sdjgkjdds

Word Count: 400+

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Pairing(s): Sova x GN!Reader

Sova had seen a lot of strange things in all of his days, especially with his constantly working with radiants, Sova was no stranger to seeing all sorts of weird powers and such.

However what completely baffled him was how you were miraculously able to completely tame an entire wolf pack and get away scot free while you were at it.

You, with absolutely no radiant abilities sitting there on the ground petting the wolves as if you had no other care in the world.

The first time that Sova saw this, he nearly had a heart attack and Hunter’s Furied the wolves away because he thought that they were attacking you and not leaping up to tackle you for cuddles.

He asked Skye for help, but she just shrugged, “Well I mean they probably just have an affinity for animals, I wouldn’t worry ‘bout it too much mate!” she tried reassuring him.

This still didn’t quell his worries but he wanted to be able to trust you.

The next time the two of you were in the woods together, Sova was slightly more mentally prepared he really wasn’t but shhhh.

So when the wolves started crowding around you, he knelt down next to you, a hand on your shoulder.

“Sova, there’s no need to be so stiff, they’re friendly see?” you laughed, affectionately scratching one of the wolves behind their ear. “Ronan and the others won’t do anything unless I tell them to,” you mused. Sova blinked owlishly, “You named them?” You looked back at Sova incredulously, “I couldn’t resist,” you snorted, “They’ve grown attached to me, so I thought, might as well.” You brushed your pants off standing up and gesturing to each one, in turn, naming each of them respectively, “The one with mostly white fur is Ghost, and the big one over there is Grey Wind, the two tussling over there in the leaves are Aspen and Raine, and this one is Ronan,” you said patting the last one over its head affectionately. Ronan returned the gesture by licking your hand.

Upon seeing this, Sova laughed softly, pulling you in close. “I suppose I should have given you a bit more credit Моя звезда, I was worried over nothing,” he said, ruffling your hair affectionately. “Sovaaaa,” you whined, pouting up at him, “Look, just cause I’m not an agent, doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself.” Sova smiled gently, taking your hand in his, “I know, I’m sorry, I may have underestimated you, my love. Forgive me.”

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keilemlucent · 4 years

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long days for bad people

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~6k

Being a prized, adored possession was far better than you thought it would be.

warnings: light daddy kink (no age play, just the name in mostly jest), spit kink, crying kink, degradation, brief descriptions of blood + violence, kidnapping (consensual?? read a/n), brat taming, light sadomasochism, mind break, praise kink

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here it is, mafia au, villain hawks, dom, brat tamer, soft(?!) hawks. what more could you want?

there’s briefly described kidnapping at the beginning of the fic but it is reiterated throughout that this is consensual! no yandere/stockholm stuff in this fic.

i’ve been working on this one for a while and i’m happy to finally share it. hope y’all enjoy!!

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You shouldn’t have fucked around with the League.

God, it was common knowledge in the parts of town and circles you inhabited. Of all criminal syndicates, mobs, to fuck with, the League wasn’t one of them. They were known for their complete cruelty and violent delights. The League had such a reputation due to the fact that they openly left bodies carved up and burnt as they pleased.

But, you were a fucking idiot and got involved anyways.

It was a small loan, Giran almost seemed to scoff when he gave you the cash. You and your almost-stranger of a roommate were just very late on some bills and were going to lose a lot of material items if you didn’t scrounge up at least two paychecks in about three days.

You swallowed your pride and took the first and easiest loan you could get. That just happened to be with gap-toothed, wide-grinning Giran of the League. He, you knew from what you’d heard, was somewhat fair in matters like yours.

You had two weeks to pay him back.

...

You didn’t make it in time.

You were close to the amount, notably. You scrounged and clawed your way into getting the cash back. You weren’t much of a pickpocket, but you snagged some odd jobs around the apartment building that you and your roommate were still fortunate enough to keep a room in.

After one particular job, a nasty carpentry gig that you weren’t qualified for, you returned home tired and worn.

Sure, you were a day late on payment. But with this last gig, you were so close. The League would have to pity two, stupid, stupid young girls?

They didn’t, you realized, as you stepped into your apartment.

Your roommate's slain corpse was laying over the arm of your cheap couch, eyes vacant and mouth dripping blood onto the old beige carpet.

You dropped to your knees, horrified and completely stunned.

“You should’ve known better,” it was a hum from across the room, from a figure you didn’t even know was in the room until then. “Really, you’d expect folks to be smarter.”

Your mouth dried as the figure moved from the nighttime shadows, flashing a dazzling smile and ruffling crimson wings.

Hawks.

You’d heard of him, everyone had. Terrifying, fast, precise, and cutthroat. He took orders and didn’t ask questions other than snark. He talked too much, fucked too much.

“W-wait,” You didn't know why you were pleading, but you had to try, right? “I’m so close, wait—”

Hawks sauntered up to you wielding one of his feather blades, the red of blood mixing with the filaments of his feathers.

He crouched down in front of you, tsking, “I don’t like begging, angel. I’ll make this quick for you. Your friend there?”

Hawks jerked his finger behind to your dead roommate.

“She fought, pleaded, begged, all that normal shit I don’t like hearing when shitheads like you two don’t make payday,” his voice was slow, talking about death like some casual thing. “I’ll make this nice and fast if you don’t run your mouth anymore, how about that?”

You swallowed, nodding.

The small percentage of your brain that was fully functioning figured dying quickly was a much better way to go than whatever the hell had happened to your roommate. There was far too much blood for that to be quick.

Hawks hummed, the tip of his feather blade tipping up your chin so you were forced to meet his gaze. You vaguely heard the pitter-patter of your tears hitting the carpet below. Blood rushed in your ears as you stared death in the face.

Hawks appraised you.

You watched the metaphorical cogs and wheels turning in Hawks’ skull as he looked you up and down before flashing forward, gathering you in his arms and flying from the apartment.

Your first thought was obvious as you clung to him in the open air:

He’s going to drop you and kill you.

When you screamed, tears growing thicker, he slapped a gloved hand over your mouth, “I’m giving you an out, kid. Trust me. You’ll prefer this over death.”

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Your new existence was certainly better than death.

If you were ever caught and convicted of any of the illegal things you participated in, you’d be fucked, thrown into prison until you rotted, until you were just dust and bone.

But, until then, you worked for the League.

You had groveled at the feet of their leader, Shigaraki, hands clasped on your lap, claiming your worth, or maybe lack thereof. Not many attachments, not many people who’d miss you, a semi-useful quirk.

With a boot shoved into your skull, he sneered that you’d be the League’s new errand dog.

The real reason they accepted you was due to the threatening air Hawks was exuding and the fact that their old ‘errand bitch’ had died the week prior. They needed a new body to act as a civilian and do things that only an unsuspecting-looking ‘civilian’ could. You fit the bill, and Hawks had taken a liking to you.

Oddly, working for the League was actually pretty okay.

You got your own room. It was small, but you only had to share a bathroom with the somewhat unhinged Himiko, but she was fairly nice once she warmed up to you. Everyone lived in the League’s HQ and went about their business, getting drunk at their bar front each night.

Most of the mess happened at night, but it was important to put on a nice veneer and keep spirits high. Not to mention that no one would dared to fuck with the League, anyways. The cops and federal government had long been paid off due to the resources that the League had acquired for them.

You felt somewhat untouchable.

A lot of this confidence was due to the fact that you had become Hawks’s... Keigo’s...

‘Songbird’

As he liked to call you, anyway.

Keigo was the general, loveable annoyance of the League, but his connections were invaluable and his skills were unmatched. Despite how he could grate on people (read: Dabi and Shigaraki), he was respected and feared just as much as everyone else was, if not more so. And being his metaphorical and literal pet had its perks.

Sure, the first time he had you come to his ‘office’ and he fucked you against the window until it was smeared with cum and blood was a bit surprising, but god, if you didn’t fucking love it. Being Keigo’s personal fucktoy came with protection, pleasure, and a surprising amount of genuine attention. The dude was lonely, and so were you. The two of you made a good ‘couple’, if you could even call yourselves that. The sadism he doled out was always counterpointed by affections that did seem genuine.

Keigo was fond of you, and you of him. Maybe your brush with death had twisted something in your head, to even allow yourself to get close to a man like Keigo, but you couldn’t make yourself care.

You were comfortable and content.

...

[bird boss]: hey babe ;^) get to my office in the next thirty minutes

[you]: what if i don’t

[bird boss]: do u really want to find out

[you]: ...

[you]: im just curious

[bird boss]: don’t get cheeky songbird

[you]: u make me wanna u know

[you]: i know it gets you riled up

[bird boss]: tread lightly kid

[you]: oooo i gave you some guff over text

[you]: what’re you gonna do about it?

[bird boss]: use your imagination

[bird boss]: 25 minutes now, songbird

[bird boss]: don’t make this worse for yourself <3

You set your phone on your cheap duvet, quickly primped yourself to see Keigo. He wasn’t too strict about your appearance but wearing dark clothes and some of the more expensive gifts he’d gotten you over the months he’d been screwing you never hurt. Something about ownership with him always got him hot and bothered.

You tried to remind yourself frequently that Keigo saw you as some sort of possession, but a possession with feelings.

Meandering through HQ was always a bit daunting, despite your protections. Your skimpy outfit choice and hardly-hidden lingerie made you feel a bit more like an object than you liked too.

There were hardly hungry mouths around the League, they kept you all fed, but god, were there starving eyes.

Dabi wolf-whistled as you walked past him through a common room, shouting something about how Keigo was collecting his pound of flesh for the day. Maybe a line or two about being a whore, but that was all flavor at that point. Keigo called you far meaner, more sinful things. And hell, it wasn’t like Keigo hadn’t... shared you on more than one occasion.

Maybe you were a little fucked up for enjoying your lifestyle to the degree you did, but why not indulge where you could? Life was far shittier scraping paint off old fences and picking up cans to just scrape by.

Opulence was a breath of fresh air. And if you were Keigo’s fuck toy? Then, god, you were Keigo’s fuck toy.

When you arrived at Keigo’s office, you knocked gently on the door, quickly adjusting your skirt and blouse.

The door opened, though no one was behind it. Only a single one of Keigo’s feathers allowed you entrance.

His office seemed daunting and extravagant for a man who did most of his ‘work’ in far-shadier, far-bloodier places. The walls were covered in mirrors and old paintings, something out of vanity and pride, knowing how Keigo saw himself. There were several black leather couches scattered around against walls, some stained by your various... activities. There was a broad desk parallel to a back wall made entirely of windows.

Night had fallen, leaving the room lit by a few lamps and warm fixtures.

“Hey, boss,” You hummed as you stepped in, shutting the door behind you just before the lingering scarlet feather flicked the lock on the door.

And the other one.

And the deadbolt.

You swallowed thickly.

As much as you enjoyed a lot of the perks of your... position, it was also daunting.

Keigo was daunting, all bloody colors, vanity, and hunger.

He sat behind his desk, wings puffed up, and partially extended over the back of his chair. The desk chair was massive, specifically acquired so that you would have enough room to properly straddle his lap for hours on end if he so wished.

Keigo idly clicked around on his desktop computer. He leaned slack and back into the chair, legs spread wide and exuding casual confidence that reeked of his own ego.

Keigo normally wore a mix of black and red, as edgy as it was. He liked to seem clean, hide the stains of sanguine that undoubtedly lingered on him no matter how he tried to cleanse himself. His black slacks were pressed, the seams pristine. The black shirt he wore was rolled up to his elbows, the buttons of his red vest undone as well. His black tie hung half-undone and limp around his neck. His tousled gold hair was mussed as normal, ruffled by his flights. His feathers might’ve needed preening, but you doubted that that was the reason he called you to his office.

And based on the deep set of his brow and the sickly smile on his lips, he was already on edge and in a mood.

“Songbird, come over here, will you?” Keigo sat back from his typing, watching you from across the room. He took you in the same way a parched man sucks down red wine, greedily and soon to be fucked. “On my lap.”

You complied, despite your earlier attitude. You padded across the room, going around his desk.

As you moved to straddle his lap, worn hands gripped your waist. His amber eyes gave you a warning, crinkling at the edges, “Not like that, sweetheart. Do daddy right.”

Oh, so it was one of those moods.

Maybe you were Keigo’s sexual punching bag so he could exert control on something he could later kiss better and patch up.

Sure, he was going to fucking ruin you, but part of the fun with him was that the more it hurt, the nicer he was after. And, all things considered, with some of the... other folks the League brought in to satiate its member’s desires, you fared far better. Keigo cared about you, in his own particular way.

You tried to lean over his lap yourself, but his hands and feathers positioned you perfectly as he wanted. With the tight grip he had on your waist and shoulders, dragging you just as he liked, it was easy to see his need for control.

Your head hung off of one of his thighs as you squirmed in his lap. His bulge already pressed into your ribs, a wonderful reminder of the reward you’d reap later on. Keigo’s hands gathered your hand to the small of your back, a feather replacing their grip a moment later.

“Sit with me while I finish this shit,” Keigo grumbled, going back to clicking the desktop. His leg bobbed absentmindedly, his free hand rubbing over the curve of your barely-covered ass. “Be a good girl, (Y/N). If you can stand that.”

He laughed under his breath.

You let your head dangle limply downwards, blood rushing to your cheeks.

You’d thought you’d be in for more of an ass-kicking, but it appeared Keigo was taking things unusually slow. You knew better than to complain, but kicking up a bit of metaphorical sand couldn’t be that bad, right?

“I dunno,” You hummed, kicking your legs lightly. “I don’t think you like it when I’m a ‘good girl’, daddy.”

“Watch it.” A single, sharp smack to your butt was hardly enough to shut you up, but Keigo did so all the same, rubbing over the covered flesh a moment later, “I’m not in the mood.”

“Are you sure about that?” You wriggled, intentionally pushing up against his growing erection.

His breath stuttered, a smirk pulling at the corners of your lips. The hand on your ass didn’t rear again, rather Keigo kept thumbing smooth circles as he continued to click around on the computer. He might have been actually doing work. Or, he was ignoring you, egging your sass on.

“If you didn’t want anything, why’d you call me in here?” You asked, way too cheeky for the way Keigo’s body was practically vibrating underneath you. Pissing him off had consequences, of course, but you weren’t in the mood to play ‘good girl’ that day.

“I told you, I want you to sit with me,” Keigo pinched your ass. “But, you’re too mouthy to do just that one thing. You’re usually better than this.”

“Am I?” You played innocent, craning to give him a wide smile. “Hadn’t noticed. What I am noticing, is your already-hard cock, dear.”

“Oh, ‘dear’?!” Keigo paused on the computer. “Cheeky. Cute.”

Keigo would just dig in more, lean in, before ‘snapping’, if you could call it that.

You gulped as his hand swatted at upper thighs, his nails almost knicking your skin.

“Up and don’t get smart about it.”

Oh, you were going to be remarkably smart about it.

You rose but hardly stayed upright for long. Sliding down to your knees, you pushed at Keigo’s legs, “Wouldn’t you prefer me down here? Just for a treat while you finish your work?”

Keigo clicked his tongue, gaze flickering down to you, “Fine. Behave yourself.”

Yeah, right. You both knew that that wasn’t going to happen.

You were already tucked underneath his desk, undoing the fly of his pants.

You pulled his cock from his trousers, pumping his cock to full hardness. Smearing around preek for a bit of extra flare before inching forward.

Wrapping your mouth around Keigo’s dick was somewhat of a feat— he had a decent girth to him, so you usually took the opportunity to warm him (and yourself) up with a bit of tip-kissing and kitten licks.

But, you were feeling bold.

You spit on his dick, a move that normally would have earned you plenty of verbal snark, but anything Keigo could’ve said to you was swallowed as you took his cock down to the back of your throat.

You sucked around it, massaging the vein on the bottom with the flat of your tongue. Drool began to pool at the side of your lips as you let the head bump your throat, gag reflex be damned.

All the while, Keigo had stopped moving above you. The fabric of his trouser balled up in his ringed-fingers as he gazed half-lidded down at you.

You smiled around his dick, looking up at him innocently as you began to slowly bob your head. His wings fluttered, twitches and air stirring around you.

Keigo stifled a laugh, a hand tangling in your hair, “All that talk earlier and now you’re treating me to a blowjob without even me having to tell you to? Dove, you’re too much.”

You pulled off of him to reply, “I can only try.”

Before he could reply, you spit on his dick again, and went back to slurping around him.

You held the base of his cock in your hands, twisting and spreading spittle. It almost felt like your actions were for show, but Keigo’s eyes were rolling back in his head all the same.

You smirked.

A drool pool from your mouth, puddling in your lap and soaking your skirt. Not like you weren’t already dripping from the sinful sounds Keigo stopped trying to hold.

“A-ah, that’s it, angel,” Keigo fucked into your mouth with his hold on your hair. “Just like that.”

Your hand rose to play with Keigo’s balls, teasing at the sack as he cried out a high moan above you.

Considering the performance you were giving, it was unsurprising to feel him tensing above you. You’d been on your knees for him hundreds of times; you’d learned to see the little twitches and puffs of breath he’d give when he’d get close to coming.

You pulled off his cock with a pop, detangling the hand from your hair in the motion. It was all fast enough that Keigo couldn’t have stopped you in his hazy, pleasure-filled state.

Based on the look of rapid disbelief he was giving you, your trick had worked well. Knowing Keigo’s... tendencies made you hesitant to push him too much in the past, but for whatever reason, you were feeling stupidly bold.

Consequences.

“Sorry, daddy,” You wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand. “Didn’t feel like swallowing today.”

Keigo’s disheveled appearance was more than gratifying. Knowing how easily you made him come undone by that point was one of the perks of your position.

His hair was more than ruffled, strands and tufts chaotically curled around his cheeks and ears. There was a bright blush on his face, spreading from his nose to the apples of his cheeks, down his deck. At some point, he’d popped the buttons at the top of his shirt. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, half-panting and based on the darkness in his brow and the far-too peachy smile on his face, Keigo was fucking pissed.

His wings stood on end.

You gulped from below him.

Maybe you pushed your luck too far.

Maybe.

“You’re playing real cute today, aren’t you songbird?” Keigo didn’t move, but his feathers twitched above him, wings flaring out even farther. “Real fucking cute.”

You were fucked.

Good.

A few feathers flew from Keigo, one snagging at your wrist, wrapping around it, and pulling you up from the desk.

You wobbled as you stood, dragged across the room as Keigo leisurely followed behind you. When you tried to set your own pace, Keigo swatted your ass with a huff, “You never learn, huh? I thought I’d trained you better than this.”

You opened your mouth to spit some dickish retort, but you were cut off as Keigo’s shoved you onto one of the leather couches.

“Don’t.” Keigo’s tone was acidic as he stood over your, wings still flared out. “I told you I wasn’t in the mood for your cute bullshit, dove, and you still decided to test your luck, huh?”

You kneeled on the cushions, sucking down air, shaking with anticipation.

“You don’t feel like swallowing today? That’s fine, I can work with that,” Keigo shrugged easily from above you.

Keigo had an... active sexual imagination, and you could tell by the crook in his lips that he had something devilish planned as retribution.

A sharp slap came down on your cheek, Keigo catching the opposite jaw and keeping you from recoiling too far. You blinked as the pain spread around your skull like licking flames against a frostbitten body.

You wanted more.

A little grin stretched against your mouth as Keigo rubbed at your cheeks with his thumbs, “Aw, you always get so sweet like this, dove. You can be a good girl if you try, can’t you?”

His actions carried candor and his words absolute torment.

Despite how Keigo was trying to goad you into submission, you had a bit of spark left in you.

Plainly, you spit on him.

The glob of saliva landed on Keigo’s cheek, under his eye.

He blinked at you.

You continued to smile.

His own expression grew strained.

“Oh, songbird,” Keigo damn near lamented, wiping away the kind gift you’d given him. His voice was smooth without any bit of waver, all of the sexually-charged anger rolling just beneath the veneer. “You’re just being pain slut today, aren’t you?”

You were, absolutely. You could feel your arousal wetting your panties, the heat of the strike from your cheek beginning to boil something in your gut.

“You just need a bit of special attention today, right? That’s all.” Keigo tsked, fully removing the tie from around his neck. “You just need a little reminder.”

“Reminder of what?” You asked, tilting your head quizzically.

Keigo flipped you, feathers pushing and bracing you as needed while nimble hands tore off your clothes without reverie.

“Plenty of things, especially with this attitude you’ve got today,” Keigo’s tie looped around your wrists, binding them together at the center of your back.

“You definitely need a reminder of who’s the boss around here,” Keigo shoved you forward, stomach flush with the back of the couch.

You reeled from the pace of it all, shifting your knees for any bit of stimulation you could get. Keigo’s feathers were slicing and pulling your clothes from your body faster than you could keep track of. It was overwhelming, making your mind swim in the best possible way. You throbbed.

“Maybe a reminder about who fucking provides for you,” Keigo’s own clothes were shaken off, dropped to the floor and forgotten.

It was true. Keigo always made sure than you were taken care of, in more ways than one. Despite how fast-paced and laid back he could seem, he was always on top of making sure you had more than enough material and immaterial pleasure whether than be in the form of food, fucking, or otherwise.

You yelped as a smack fell across your ass. A feather caught the elastic of your panties, snapping a moment later, leaving you fully bare before him.

Keigo’s worn hand came to press at your throat and jaw, tilting your head back as he climbed behind you, “Maybe, you need a reminder about who keeps you safe.”

This phrase was softer than the others, a sweet kiss pressing to your cheek and his voice a bit more gentle. It was jarring at the skin still stung from his earlier strike, but you cherished the heat besides.

Once again, true. The folks in and outside of the League were greedy. There were plenty of unwanted souls that stole glances at Hawks’s prized songbird. There were starved eyes that tore into you whether you were dolled up for Keigo or not. There had been some... close calls, one could say, but Keigo always was there, in the end, unafraid to get his hands dirty.

“You know what the most important reminder is, dove?” Keigo rolled his hips against you, cock wedging between your thighs.

“N-no,” You stuttered, brain turning gooey as Keigo’s arms snaked around your waist, sharpened nails leaving indents in your hips.

He nosed at your neck, leaving a few love bites in his wake.“‘N-no’, what?”

“I don’t know,” You leaned back into Keigo’s chest, rubbing your thighs around his cock.

“Oh, songbird, you sweet thing,” He chuckled, all teasing and self-indulgent. “I’m the one who makes you feel good.”

He was so right, wasn’t he?

With the way he’d learned your body over the last few months, he’d had some undeniable pursuit to make you feel the best.

Keigo was inquisitive by nature. He had kept you on your back for hours while he finger-fucked you, watching every twitch and roll of your hips to figure out just the right ways to break you. He’d kissed and sucked and slapped every inch of you, sussing out the perfect ways to make you writhe and cry for him.

Sure, you were an absolute terror to him sometimes. Not to mention that Keigo jumping you covered in the blood of that day's targets was as macabre and horrifying as it sounded.

But, fuck, if he didn’t know how to bring you to ecstasy that fucking ruined you in the best way.

Keigo got off on watching you shatter for him. It was the reason he’d torn you from that cheap, bloodied apartment in the first place. A kind, naive little morsel that he could play with as he wanted. You didn’t complain. Fuck, you reveled in his attention. You gave it back to him, like the fucked up, semi-divine being could be any more debauched than he already was.

Corruption spreads, but you’d never complain. If being plucked from struggling for pennies to being fucked stupid by a man who could kill you at a moments notice, a man who would kill for you, somehow poisoned you?

You’d die with a bitter taste on your tongue and a smile on your face.

Keigo rubbed at your clit, nipping at your neck, and rolled his hips greedily. His cock was covered in a mix of your slick and his own preek, easily sliding between plushness of your thighs.

“You love pushing me, acting all tough,” Keigo chastised, clicking his tongue. “I mean it when I say it's cute.”

You don’t have any more quick retorts in you, not when his fingers are down your throat, gagging you as spittle dribbles down your chin onto the leather below. It was sure to leave a mark.

“Behind all that bark and snark, you’re just a good girl, aren’t you?” Keigo punctuated his words with a bite and nip to your neck. “Just needed a reminder, right, dove?”

You whimpered against his fingers at the praise, grinding against Keigo’s touch needily.

His fingers pushed pinched your tongue, breath curling over the shell of your ear, “What are you?”

You mumbled against his fingers, “A g-good g-girl.”

It was humiliating in the best way. Keigo’s light laugh at your attempt. The way he nuzzled his nose into the sweat at the crook of your shoulder was just aloe on the burn.

“I misspoke, if you can believe that,” Keigo’s cock pulled out from your thighs. “Songbird, you know what I meant to call you?”

You squirmed at the loss, but he was quick to hush you. His fingers left your mouth with a thick trail of spit.

“You’re my good girl.”

You melted in his arms.

Falling back against Keigo’s chest, you craned your neck to lock your lips to his.

Maybe that was it, why all the filth didn’t bother you. Because you had worth. Maybe it was insecurity, or maybe it was self-aware in the face of your lived experience. Before being taken, the life you’d lived made you just a rusty cog in a dying machine. You wouldn’t have amounted to anything, probably.

But with the League?

You were the prized, beloved consort of an angry god.

Keigo owned you, body, mind and soul, and you let him. That’s not even to mention how you had him wrapped around your finger. He adored you, under all of it.

Fighting with him was for sport, not blood.

Keigo licked past your lips, pressing his cock to your cunt teasingly. You whined against him, wriggling in his arms.

“What does my good girl want?” Keigo loved making you beg for him, claw for any bit of stimulation. He liked it even better when you were already soft for him.

Stray tears pricked at your eyes, “Y-your cock.”

He pinched the meat of your thigh, shaking his head, “Not good enough. Speak properly, dove. Clear and correctly.”

You swallowed, searching for the words in your own haze.

Your words were willed to be solid.

“I want your cock, daddy.”

It was just enough.

Keigo pushed forward, the head of his cock already stretching your cunt. Consider the girth of it, the lack of preparation stung and burned more than you would’ve liked, as good as it felt to finally be filled.

Keigo cooed at your soft tears, keeping your face to his with a firm hand on your jaw. He shushed you, far too sweetly while licking the salt from your cheeks, “Relax, angel. Big breaths.”

You nodded, sputtering as he speared into you. Keigo’s free hand went back to toying with your clit, encouraging the tension to drain from your body.

As he bottomed out, you shuddered, falling back into his chest. Keigo’s wings fluttered, twitching in wait. Hot breath fanned over your face, Keigo groaning and locking his jaw.

The stimulation was overwhelming. You had expected Keigo to be meaner, considering how mouthy you’d been.

Yet, it made sense. Keigo had figured out one of the better ways to make you break was softness.

(Truthfully, it made him crack in the same way, but he’d never tell.)

“Feel that?” He asked, just barely rolling his hips.

Keigo released your jaw in favor of wrapping a hand around the front of your throat, tugging you as close he could manage.

“Uh-huh,” You panted.

You could, the kiss of his cock head against your cervix was almost uncomfortable. The delicious pressure and sensitivity already had you reeling in his arms, unsteady and wanting.

“I fill you up so good, don’t I?” Keigo praised his own ego, his cock, but he wasn’t wrong. The curve of his cock rubbed against all the right spots. He stretched you just right, the burn ebbing away into a need for more, more—

“Please, Keigo—” You gasped. Your legs shook as Keigo slammed into you, shoving you forward and into the wall.

His pace was brutal. Hands and feathers kept your back in a harsh arch as he rearranged your insides to his liking. He was kind enough to keep stroking at your clit, bruising your hips and babbling filthy nothings.

“I’m the one who makes you feel this good, only me, right, dove?” Keigo growled into your ear with a particularly hard thrust.

You nodded against the wall, aware of the drool slipping down your chin as your mouth lolled open. Your insides were hot like white flames, searing any ability to use coherent speech.

Keigo snickered at your state. Slowing, he gripped your ass cheeks. You yelped, inside jumping as he pried them apart. You flinched, hole twitching as he spat down, the liquid cool against the flushed skin.

It was little moves like that, Keigo just subtly making your shudder and feel dirty that got you the most fucked up and fucked out.

You pressed back on his cock, panting against the wall and keening. You would’ve spoke, if you could, but anything that you had the ability to say would’ve been torn apart by Keigo’s sharpened, silver tongue.

“My filthy little dove, huh?” Keigo sneered, watching you try to bounce on his cock the best you could. “Such a glutton when you get broken down like this, needy whore.”

The pleasure of Keigo’s cock tearing up your insides was all you could focus on through the fog of your mind, desperate and wanting and greedy.

“Y-your,” You corrected, the words bubbling from your lips, disjointed and messy. “Yours.”

Keigo may have been avian, but he purred like a damn cat at your admission. He held you like a possession, cock throbbing as he fucked you just right.

“God, you’re sweet, angel,” He nipped at your jaw before wrapping his hand around your throat. “Even all fucked up, you know who you belong to so well, don’t you?”

You nodded, rolling your hips back.

Keigo must’ve taken pity on you, squeezing at the sides of your neck. Cruel as he could be, he must’ve noticed the way your thighs and knees trembled against the leather. Keigo knew the cloud in your eyes well— how to get you hazy and how to fuck you perfectly through the fog.

He fucked back into your dripping cunt, pace harder and faster than before. You were helpless to do anything other than fall forward into the wall, cheek squished against the scarlet.

“Who’s brat are you?” Keigo squeezed a bit harder at your neck as you swallowed against his palm.

“Y-yours—!” You squeaked out, mind going numb from the stimulation and pressure.

A wicked sneer curled against your ear as Keigo’s movements grew sloppier. His tongue lolled over your shoulder, messy kisses and slobbery bites and marks left in his wake. He was close, but you weren’t far off easier.

“Little bird,” It was sweeter, closer and hotter. “Can you come for me? Come all over my cock?”

You nodded.

“Not good enough.” Keigo bit down, nearly breaking the fragile skin of your neck. “You know I like words, angel.”

You gave him words, plenty of them.

Nearly incoherent pleads and cries poured from your bruised lips as Keigo pounded into you. Each blabbering wail was met with Keigo groans and grunts, condescending little phrases spitting over you without release.

Your lack of leverage and use of your arms made you thumping against the couch and wall, vision darkening on the edges as the pressure in your gut and the hold on your throat remained.

You were breaking in his arms, tears rolling down your cheeks as you held yourself from cresting. The exertion of it all was taking its toll, legs jellied and chest beading with sweat.

Keigo sensed it, shifting his hips to hit the spongy spot in your cunt, “Come, dove.”

You let go.

A sob shattered in your throat as your climax crashed through you. Keigo released your throat, holding you by your bound arms as he bottomed out. His own harsh cry panged against yours as he stuffed you full.

Surprisingly gently, he rocked his hips against your own, letting the ambient throb of your cunt milk him dry.

You came down, rolling and spinning as you sucked down air a bit too fast. Keigo panted behind you, though the sound seemed dull.

The pressure from your wrists released, soft thumbs rubbing at where the fabric had bitten into your forearms, “Hey, angel, you with me?”

You could only nod weakly, exhaustion and aches creeping in.

Keigo repositioned the two of you, setting himself against the arm of the couch, wings up free to drape and splay over the floor. He dragged you with him, pulling you to lay on his chest. The stickiness of his spunk, your slick, and general sweatiness might’ve been uncomfortable, but you weren’t quite lucid enough to care.

“How are you feeling? Still feeling a little mouthy?” Keigo teased, already knowing your answer.

You muffled a groan against his chest, shaking your head against the sweat of his chest.

“Awww,” Keigo chuckled, fingers brushing over your cheeks, “Is my dove a little fucked out?”

“Keeeigo, b-be nice.”

Your voice broke, parched.

Keigo snorted, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead, “I guess I can manage that. Just for you, though. Can’t let the others see me get all soft.”

You wouldn’t; seeing Keigo warm and gooey, both of you mutually fucked-out, was a pleasure only you got to indulge in. And you loved every moment of it.

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gentrychild · 3 years

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Her sister and her are dead set on adopting a dingo and they will succeed eventually. NO. BAD IDEA. TAKE IT FROM AN AUSSIE. Not unless Eri's sister has some sort of taming quirk or something. That may LOOK like a happy puppy, and there may have been enough interbreeding that there are no pure Dingoes out there anymore, but that is still a WHOLE-ARSE _WOLF_, that has not had millennia of domestication built into its genes. It may be happy to play along for a while - free food, after all - but eventually someone - not been necessarily anyone in the family - is gonna do something that would free fine with a dog, but with a dingo - AKA AN AUSTRALIAN-ADAPTED WOLF - will very much NOT be fine.

I mean, they COULD get lucky and get a dingo whose dog parent or grandparent or whatever's domesticated traits bred true ENOUGH, or just get one of the low-aggression types of wolf that the very beginning of domestication worked on in the first place, but I wouldn't want to count on it.

tl;dr, unless Eri wants to get a LOT of practice rewinding people to before those jaws clamped down and then fast-talking the person and any witnesses into not saying anything, they may want to rethink this plan.

Either that, or fifth- and sixth-generation passive mutations have just made people tough enough that between 4.4 and 16.7 KILOnewtons of bite force (1,000-1,500 psi), depending on the size of the dingo, isn't a problem. For context, a well-trained guard dog can reach up to 2.4 kilonewtons (550 psi) at best, while tigers, lions, and hyenas all reach basically the same pressures as a dingo, and a SALTWATER CROCODILE, with the HIGHEST BITE FORCE EVER MEASURED, is a 'mere' 16.4 kilonewtons (3,700 psi), while humans barely reach 667 to 890 newtons, NOT kilonewtons (150 to 200 psi). For further context, a human skull requires about 2.3 kilonewtons (around 520 psi) to crush it. So a well-trained guard dog, trained to bite as hard as possible for their anatomy and of a large breed, can JUST BARELY crush your skull, if they REALLY try. A dingo on the smaller side can do so with barely more than half its bite force. A dingo on the LARGER side can pull it off with barely more than a third. DINGOES ARE NOT PETS, no matter how much every human that has been brought up in a culture where dogs are present looks at one and goes PUPPY.

This has been an Australian PSA. Others in this series include 'why you don't want to get into a boxing match or go swimming with a kangaroo', 'why if the sign says there's crocodiles in the water, you not seeing one means absolutely nothing', and 'why the bottles of vinegar at the beaches are to be reserved for if you are stung by a jellyfish, NOT to go on your fish and chips'.

I appreciate your PSA and I thank you for telling me this.

Now, I know what the quirk of Eri's sister is.

#anyone fic #dingos #really that's very interesting info about dingos and Australia in general

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himbo-only-zone · 3 years

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I can't get this one out of my head. Request #7: Byakuya Togami playing Minecraft with his soft girlfriend who streams Minecraft on Twitch and her audience absolutely loves their relationship together and how he'll protect her and do things for her even though if he thinks it's dumb. Definitely will stop the boat when she yells "FLOWERS!" so she can pick the flowers, will run out of the house to fight off the creeper he saw behind her, comes home with dogs and cats for her, etc.

byakuya with a streamer s/o headcannons

requested by: ✿ anon !

HI THIS IS SO CUTE! My minecraft phase from y e a r s ago just hit me like a brick again, I wanna go watch Sky Does Minecraft now :(

- Mod Anna

• Usually when he plays with you, he is sitting in your gamer chair and you're sitting on his lap. It's the most comfortable spot for him to play, and he can see your screen pretty well. So he can protect your dumbass.

• He's very very careful, making sure that he's got everything that you two need. He's using pretty much everything he can efficiently, not making and stupid mistakes. He can't say the same for you. You tried to make an iron sword and accidentally made iron bars. Great job.

• He's the one fighting most of the mobs while you're mining. He has a ton of buckets of water on him to clear all of the lava. He doesn't want you to fall in, after all! He makes sure that you give him all of the valuables, such as diamonds and iron. He doesn't want to risk you dying and losing them.

• Once you guys were out and you saw a wolf. You really really really wanted to tame it, but you two didn't have any bones. Byakuya sighed and started the journey all the way back home JUST to get the bones. You two named her Rosie.

• That's the start of your dog collection. It only grew from there. You made sure to get every single color of dye and match up a dog to them. You wanted rainbow dogs! So, whenever you two were out, Byakuya was on dog searching duty and you were on dye searching duty. It was a team effort, one that definitely sidetracked the main mission, but dogs were more important.

• He usually lets you build the most, since he isn't the most creative. He does help gather blocks that you need though!! He'll be the one making trips to get clay and wool while you put in the time and effort to make a big house.

• You two have two houses because you couldn't agree on one. You wanted a cottagecore aesthetic, while Byakuya wanted a business aesthetic. They're right next to each other, but Byakuya spends most of his time over at yours.

• This is your house: ♡

• This is his: ♡

• You two eventually beat the ender dragon, although it took a while. You two were too busy doing what you wanted rather than worrying about the end!

• The reason why people tuned into your streams wasn't really the gameplay, it was you two. Your chemistry was so nice and loving, they couldn't get enough. You would constantly get asked to kiss each other or anything else lovey dovey, and you'd happy oblige. Byakuya would act as though he hated it, but he loved it so, so much. He loved showing the world that he loved you.

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Hello! May I request some sfw and nsfw relationship headcanons for the Savanaclaw dorm students Jack, Ruggie, and Leona please?

I... genuinely didn't expect it would take so long😶 It's finished now and I really hope I did the boys justice in these headcanons😅 A lot of them already circulate in the fandom or in the discord(thank you guys!), but I still decided to flesh them out and include here.

Whew, that's my biggest work so far, whooping 6k words. Also the boys required adding female♀️and male♂️-specific bullets, hope it's fine with you. Still no read-more, I'm sorry for every passerby out there.

Please prepare yourself and enjoy💗

Savanaclaw relationship headcanons (SFW/NSFW)

Jack Howl 🐺

Sfw

• So that's the men they talk about, behind whose backs you feel like behind a stone wall? Not only is he big in stature, but Jack is also very reliable. Except for being your boyfriend, he's also your best friend and the biggest supporter; fan, if you may. There's nothing you can't discuss with Jack or ask for help with.

• Actually, the process of transition from friends to lovers was very hard for him, mainly because of how shy he was at first. One day you speak like always, discuss college and laugh together, and the next day he's a blushing mess, unable to say a coherent sentence to you. That day you asked him, whether he was ill, but the ones you actually had to ask about his state were his seniors who, as a gesture of goodwill, confronted their dear junior about his not so obvious crush on you the evening prior and ultimately turned his world upside down, when he finally realized that he liked you more than a friend.

• His bashfulness doesn't go entirely, no matter how long you date. Holding your hand in his still makes his cheeks red, hugging you makes his heart beat faster and kissing? Rest assured, you're the one initiating it most of the time.

• Which doesn't exactly make your kisses less pleasant. Jack can kiss, and he does it exceptionally well. Jack's kisses are the most loving and passionate, starting out very sweet and slow, and gradually becoming deeper and more intense, leaving you breathless. He's a type to cup your face and hold it there just gazing at you with lovesick puppy eyes.

• Jack is an open book. Whether he's happy, sad, angry, tired, or just thinking about something, it's pretty easy to spot and after some time into relationships you won't have problems gauging his mood.

• But even in instances when his expression doesn't betray him, he'll still talk with you, Jack is pretty earnest. His goal is for both of you to feel comfortable with each other. He wants to know about your hardships and vent about his own.

• Jack doesn't let just anybody close to his heart, and when he does he can be very vulnerable with them. That's also why your arguments always have such a heavy impact on him. In the middle of a fight he's not going to back down, and it'll continue as long as one of you doesn't storm out, but when he calms down he's going to regret so hard. Most of the time, he would want to go and find you, apologize and mend things as soon as possible, even if he was indeed right. With his fluffy ears sticking close to his head and bushy tail hanging down impossible low, he would ask you to just speak with him peacefully, saying he didn't want for this atmosphere between you to last any longer.

• By the way, you and only you have the unique privilege to pet his ears and tail. It both stresses him, because of how shy he is, and turns him into a puddle of affection when you gently caress him. He swears to himself, he could spend his whole life on your lap.

Did he actually say it out loud?...

• Your boyfriend is plainly adorkable and you treasure him so much.

• Also consider chilling with him in his wolf form! He doesn't get why you're always so eager to see him transform, but as long as you're happy he'll oblige. Cuddling, or lying above wolf Jack is the most serene feeling in the world, it's like lying on the fluffy, warm cloud.

• Jack is a walking heater, he emanates warmth, when you just stand next to him. What a hot man~ You'll probably be so thankful for it in winter, cuddling up to him is just the best, and he won't complain much about your freezing feet, he loves you after all. But in summer? Wolf boy got used to your hugs and is actually offended you don't embrace him as much. You can't fathom how he doesn't boil from the heat by just holding you in his arms. Power of love, truly.

• Bear hugs? Who needs them, when you have wolf hugs! Definitely, a type to completely engulf his partner into a hug, even his tail curls around you. The spoon, and no elaboration on that. No matter who embraces whom, in Jack's mind it's already perfect.

• Definitely not the PDA type, Jack is pretty reserved, and the best you can get out of him when people are watching is a light peck to the head and hand-holding.

• Sometimes he sticks into troubles because of his temper and distinctive sense of justice. It's for you to de-escalate the situation before it can turn into something serious. He may grunt because those guys definitely deserved to have somebody teach them a lesson, but you try to explain to him that it's for the best, he didn't stay aside, and that already counts.

• He wants you to delegate him all physically taxing tasks, whether by carrying your shopping bags, giving you something from the shelf, or anything else really. Chances are, you're still weaker than him and he wants to take care of you, the boy feels so proud when he can help you! "W-what? Me, a good boy?! ",- yes, Jack, the best. He sometimes hates it so much, how easily you fluster him.

• He would like to create a morning routine together with you. If you're not as keen on sports, muscle building, or can't endure heavy physical training he will just be glad to have you doing morning exercises near him, he genuinely thinks of it as some form of bonding. You noticed that while being in relationships with Jack your lifestyle changed into a much healthier one.

• Jack can be very playful with you, at times reminding of an actual wolf. When he's in an affectionate mood he may discreetly nuzzle your face, nibble on your ears or pet your hair. Most likely he doesn't mean anything sexual by it, just enjoying your presence, by other times his touches mean an entirely different thing.

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• He definitely didn't have any experience before getting intimate with you. He blushes so hard, you think he'll pass out from excitement and his tail is just a flurry of colors, with how fast it wags.

• The first time is messy and chaotic, he is totally lost and doesn't know where to place his hands and what to do. Thankfully he's a fast learner, the rate with which he improves actually amazes you.

• The first time he goes down on you is a disaster too. But he's getting better quickly, and where he still lacks the skill, he makes up with determination. He's not leaving his place between your legs, until you cum at least once; if his jaw locks, he doesn't care. Jack gets addicted to your taste and he's the happiest when your tights are around his head, hands tugging on his white locks and the smell of your sweet arousal enveloping him.

• The first time you go down on him boy dies and ascends. Poor wolf cums in a minute and when he sees you struggling to swallow his cum? Jack swears he has never become hard so fast. Blowing him means freeing a good amount of time in your schedule, because, even if he gets embarrassed about it later, he'll hold you down there for a long time. He feels just pure bliss when you suck and lick him.

• Before you even try to initiate something in public, he's already looking at you with judging face. He despises the idea, that some other people may do such things in public places, so Jack himself is not going to engage in them.

• Pet the dog the boy! Do it, he'll be ecstatic. The base of his ears and tail are his most erogenous zones. He'll let out the neediest whines when you touch him, it's a sure way to get him in the mood. If you take back your hand he will growl softly and chase after it.

• While his growling may sound threatening Jack doesn't mean anything by that, he's just trying to release tension from being aroused. He's actually very tame, never exceptionally rough with you, unless it's your goal to rile him up. Jack doesn't fall entirely into sub/dom classification, he's vanilla, but he prefers to be on top and do the most of the work since it means he'll get to enjoy your whole body and he's all about expressing his love to you.

• The boy is pretty animated, but he always minds the volume. It's mostly grunts and growls, with occasional moans you adore so much. And feeling him growl when he's performing oral on you? Priceless.

• He has a knot. Even normally his cock's base is pretty thick, compared to the rest of the shaft, but when he's in you he rarely can withhold from forming a knot.

•♀️With female significant other Jack won't hesitate to beg her to let him put it in. The feeling of being connected like that with you makes him very emotional and appreciated even. It goes away after some time, and if you're worried about him actually knocking you up, Jack is actually very diligent about putting a condom every time you have sex.

• While he likes to see your face, the expressions you make, and that he can easily spot if you're not feeling good, Jack's all-time favorite pose is doggy style, how obvious. Having you on your four under him inevitably brings out his most carnal desires. Best believe, he's going to rock your world.

Ruggie Bucchi 🐆

Sfw

• This boy is husband material. Intelligent? Check. Good with money? Check. Knows how to cook, sew, clean, pay taxes? Check. Nobody will judge you if you propose to him after the first few months, Ruggie is good all-around if you've already learned to love him for who he is.

• The hyena boy is not very confident early into your relationships. He feels like if he starts to open up, you'll get to know him better and eventually... break up with him. He's on guard the entire time, trying to be a picture-perfect boyfriend, but it's so different from the way he behaved before, you can't help, but think something is wrong. At some point, all the stress from college, dorm management, and your relationships is going to get at him, resulting in you consoling him on your lap after he breaks down and cries from overworking himself constantly. After he's let it out if his system, venting to you about how anxious he actually is, and how he doesn't want to lose you, when you have just returned his feelings, you can finally soothe him and address what he's said. When he's in such vulnerable state, Ruggie really needs to hear that you want to see his other sides, even if he thinks they are not beautiful, that you are willing to accept him no matter what and he doesn't need to be perfect for you to love him and you're definitely not leaving him any time soon. This talk does make him feel more secure afterward and it's easier for him to rely on you a bit more.

• His love language is definitely acts of service! He loves to be helpful, to hear your praise when he's cooked lunch for you, took your clothes to the laundry for you, fixed your tie or shoelaces when you didn't notice it was loose. It makes him feel accomplished and you being grateful and repaying him for that, unlike a certain lion, is definitely a nice bonus. His preferred way is to receive your love in gifts, but you need to be careful with them! He won't appreciate you wasting your money on something stupid or of no use to him; it has to be practical, but not necessarily expensive. If you present him with a handmade gift though, he's going to treasure it, no question asked. The thought of you, spending time to create it with him in mind makes Ruggie feel warm all over.

• Quality time between you is very important for him too. A nice evening together, without the college, annoying seniors, and other distractions is perfect for him. If you can concentrate your attention solely on him, lavish only him with your touches, hugs, smooches, and words of praise, Ruggie is the happiest man alive.

• For your dates he prefers to stay inside, prepare dinner together, dance and fool around without the care in the world, watch some show popular in Twisted Wonderland right now or groom each other. Yes, Savanaclaw guys do like self-care evenings from time to time, Ruggie in particular likes when you trim his nails, you find out that they're much harder than human nails, or comb his hair and pet those fluffy ears.

• If it's a special occasion, he won't be against going to some nice restaurant or cafe, he does know that it's important for couples to go out together, even if your budget may not be that big. Reserving pricey dates for holidays and important dates leaves him some time to save up money and feel prepared.

• The type that claims that's he's the big spoon, but the moment you lie down together, he's already cuddling up to your chest like the smallest spoon that he is. Ruggie loves to be close to your heart, listen to it's heartbeat, feel your warmth around him, it's such a blissful feeling for him. Just sometimes or when you ask him to, he'll hug you from behind and whisper sweet nonsense into your ear, assuring you that he'll protect you and everything will be okay.

• He may seem this confident, self-assured, and quite bold young man, who isn't shy at all to show his love for you, freely kissing and flirting with you. The truth is, as soon he's out of your vicinity, he's blushing like mad, while his heart is hammering in his chest. He's not used, definitely not used to courting somebody, it makes him so nervous, but it's not like he'll ever admit this.

• He doesn't like to be called cute, at all. Ruggie doesn't associate it with a compliment and he would rather have you think he's handsome, pretty or sexy but not cute, might as well say that he's weak or you don't see him as a man. He's can be pretty stubborn when he wants to, so what's left for you is to choose other words of affirmation.

• In Ruggie's mind kisses and embraces are an intimate practice. He can tolerate casual touching, give a friendly pat on the back, or even put an arm around somebody's shoulder, but he has to draw the line at kissing and hugging. He feels very grossed out when someone he doesn't trust enough tries to breach his personal space like this and evades it like the plague. Most likely, you're the only one who he has ever had close enough relationships with to do these things.

• Ruggies kisses can vary. Sometimes it's just a quick peck when you're passing by in corridors. Other times it's loving french kiss that leaves you both breathless, and which the boy tries to save for when you two are alone. But when he's jealous or feels threatened as in seeing a particularly noisy suitor of yours making rather bold moves, he won't hesitate to show his tongue down your throat right before them to get his message across.

• This hyena is very possessive. He still remembers how it's like to not being able to eat your food on your own, to not have a constant safe place to sleep at night, to feel like the worst, least deserving flea ever, not being able to protect what is yours. He still struggles, but he's no longer the scrawny, weak kid he was before, and he finally has the power to preserve what he treasures. And you're one of his treasures: the most beautiful and kindest being he's ever met. When you are by his side he feels like he could take over the world and waking up at the morning has never been so easy for Ruggie, for he knows he'll meet you today once again, and will be able to hug, and kiss, and hear that you love him.

• You'll have to learn it the hard way, that his history made an impact on his morality. As long as his ways are beneficial to him, to you or to his friends, Ruggie has no qualms doing the dirty stuff. It's not always violent in nature, but he broke bones with his unique magic before, you even was the one to out him on that, but it doesn't mean he gave up that mindset completely. It anything, he has now learned to go with more complicated, round-about strategies. Leave justice and righteousness to the folks like Jack, Ruggie is not as naive to think that the world is fair and he knows he has to work hard for the things he knows he deserves. But you're with him for reasons, and not letting him loose all his compassion is one of them. Sometimes it's important that you work as his moral compass and stand up and firmly tell him out of doing something that you deem wrong.

• Your arguments are almost nonexistent since most of the time Ruggie is the first to back down and accept your point of view. He almost never loses his cool and If he thinks you are not right, he'll still agree with you just to pacify you enough so you would discuss it with him and reach a consensus. Ruggie doesn't like to fight with you, he would rather fix the problem right at the start, so it wouldn't escalate, than wait until one of you can't keep silent anymore. By considering each other's opinion and working around them, your relationships remain healthy and beneficial to both of you.

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• You can't help but question, whether it's actually his first time as he's said or not, but you aren't going to complain, with how he masterly finds and stimulates all your sweet spots.

• ♀️He will fulfill his position on the top without a fault, but if you seek something else entirely, he won't disappoint you either. Ruggie wholeheartedly thinks that the best place for him is where you say him to be. He will attentively listen to your commands and fulfill them to his best ability, just for a chance that you'll praise or reward him in some way. Handle him the way you want, he's already on the seventh cloud to be able to mate- oh, he meant to make love to you. In short, Ruggie is the best hyena boy, who'll submit to you in a breath.

• ♂️ The brattiest bottom, and none other than you got him. Prepare to wrestle him, quite literally, for a chance to have him underneath you, or just around you. Unless you prove that you're deserving of it, he's not going to relent. But the gratification for it is immense: the blushing, whining, breathless mess that Ruggie is when you're done with him is truly the sight to behold.

• Ruggie has nice stamina and can handle a lot, and is even somewhat masochistic, but degradation and punishments don't sit well with him and make him very uncomfortable in the end. If you want to discipline him for teasing you on public or getting it on without you, the best way to make him realize his mistake is through orgasm control. Crying from over-stimulating or from broken orgasm makes him learn the lesson, but not feel disrespected deep down. Just edge him for hours on end and he'll be as good as gold the weeks afterward, until he starts thirsting for your treatment once again.

• It's either raspy dirty talk or loudest, most sinful moans possible, no in between. Poor residents still can't figure it out who keeps them awake at night, the pornstar worthy cries just don't tie in with the image of petite vice dorm leader, and even if some of them understood, one glance is everything it's going to take to silence them.

• ♀️ He loves the feeling of being in you, how warm and tight it is, but don't hide the strap-on too far, he loves it equally as much, the devilish glint in his eyes tells it all when you first suggest it. Ruggie receives it very eagerly and is very supportive of the idea of adding it when you have some "alone time" together.

• He's a putty in your hands when you blow him. The hyena feels very special when you pay such close attention to his dick and can't handle it for too long. Blow jobs are definitely the currency he accepts for being an amazing boyfriend and it's a treat he always looks forward to.

• Considering his stature, he's definitely not the biggest one out there, but does he know how to use it, and what positions make both of you feel good. A grower, you sometimes question yourself, if it's some kind of magic.

•♀️You on top of him makes him not under the collar at any time, but especially when you fuck. No matter if he's penetrating you, or eating you out, he's overjoyed and so head over heels for you. And does he love to go down on you. Ruggie adores your clit, and always pays it the utmost attention. Hyena boy loses the feeling of time when he is there, smothered by your tights and licking, tasting, sucking, drinking your juices, and enjoying your moans. You'll have to forcefully remove yourself from his mouth because he's not stopping on his own, even if you're already tearing up from overstimulation.

•♂️ He's going to demand to be on top, even if he's the one taking it, he wants to have an illusion that he's in charge, even if you ram his ass like there's tomorrow. If you're the one receiving his cock, hands down(ha!), he positions you into a doggy style, the penetration is amazing and his hip game is top-notch, you'll have a hard time declining him a top position afterward.

• He can be pretty stealthy, when he wants to, so if you're up for it he will gladly finger you/give you a handjob under the table. The feeling of his calloused fingers in your most intimate place can bring you to orgasm very fast, not to mention how skillfully be moves his hand. Oral in a hidden alley? Not entirely out of the plate too. And the way Ruggie deals with accidental witnesses or uncomfortable questions still hasn't made you face consequences, so it's definitely working.

Leona Kingscholar 🦁

Sfw

• Stupidly sexy lion. He knows the hots you have for him are immense and he's going to use it against you. If flashing the cockiest smirk you've ever seen and whispering in your ear is all it takes to convince you to sleep with him, ditch your homework, to laze around with him or just generally pay attention to him, he's going to abuse it as much as he can.

• You feel like you've become ten times lazier since you've started to date him, he thinks that you just spend quality time together as a normal, lovable couple.

• It's pretty much impossible to make him do anything, even if you're his significant other now. He's not helping you with your crappy homework, neither will he buy you anything from the store or cafeteria, even if he's walking by it. Get your own shit. Even better, bring him something too, since you're going anyway.

• ♀️ That's it unless you're a lady with a more or less firm grip. There's definitely more respect he pays to you, having grown up in the pride of Afterglow Savannah. Ladies first and foremost, he can't ignore it. Suddenly he's the one getting his own shit and bringing you whatever you want with a silver lining, probably not looking the most enthusiastic about it, but you're his woman and that's what you deserve.

•♀️The dream boyfriend when you're on your periods. He's getting you the right pads without a fault, knows just what snacks to bring you, heating packs are already there and an even hotter lion is embracing you and petting your hair.

• Still overall Leona is not your prince charming, and your relationships are full of compromises and until Leona finally understands that it takes two to tango, it's on you to support them. Which can be pretty hard, but the pay off is big unarguably.

• Your arguments start out calmly, up till the moment Leona gets sick of it and then the worst starts. It takes time for the situation to escalate to that point, Leona does have some patience and sense in him, but once you both are angry and don't hear each other prepare for this fight to leave no stone unturned.

♀️With a lady, Leona will be pretty tame, and rather than shouting he'll be growling lowly, which isn't less aggressive, but the chance of him scaring or snapping at you is pretty low. He'll be the first to storm off, not having the patience to stand it anymore and unable to let it out because of his innate respect for you.

♂️It's brutal, even if he's meters away from you. He hates to be bossed around or scolded like a guilty kitten and you remind him of all the arguments he had with his family at home, which makes his blood boil. The best course of action would be for you to leave him alone for the time being and patiently wait when he's up to talking again.

Sometimes you talk and the problem is solved and you don't return to and quarrel about it ever again, other times Leona just plainly drops the subject before it comes to bite him in the ass and you have a fight again. You have to be the smarter one with a hot-tempered and prideful boyfriend that you have, for arguments to not shake your relationships, and even straighten them.

• When he's not sleeping Leona can be quite cute and affectionate with you, corny when he's on a mission to make you blush. He doesn't care if anybody is round, you're the only one who he sees and right now he wants his wake-up kiss and nobody can stop him unless they want a couple of broken bones. You got into trouble because of his careless nature a lot of times, but when you look at his charming smirk and naughty eyes you can't resist him which allows him to peck you ten times more until you either drag him to a hidden from prying eyes place, or others shout at you to get a room.

• One kiss is never enough for Leona, especially since he doesn't acknowledge close-mouthed kisses and not the one to ever restrain himself. The make-out sessions are frequent and very heated, with his hands roaming everywhere, low groans sending pleasurable chills down your spine. What a relief he's usually in the places where no noises and people can disturb his sleep, or "bonding time" with his mate.

• The biggest spoon, he almost never gives up his place. If you catch him at his sleeping spot somewhere at the botanic garden or square and he's awake enough to spot or smell you, he'll trap you in his grasp and not let go until it's either time to eat or return to dorm. Crying that you have important matters and you can't just rest like that is futile. He's pretty warm too and even more cuddly than Jack, so prepare to suffer. But it's also very sweet how pissy he gets when you try to leave, clutching your form closer still, employing even his tail just not to part with your comfortable presence. The only time he's willing to be a little spoon is when he lays on your lap, happy to receive pats and scratches to his ears, at times like that he feels practically blessed to be with you.

• He may not show it openly, but he cares. He cares so much about you. He knows your likes and dislikes, maybe not precisely, but it's already outstanding for a guy who mostly gives no shit about people other than himself. He knows how to make you happy when you're sad or stressed, and how not to worsen your state. He'll talk with you about your problems to help you find a solution, and when you thank him for helping you, Leona will just brush it off and say that you were the one to come up with it. He's also just fine with lending you an ear, even if inside he wants to turn into sand whatever or whoever made upset. Yes, if it's alive, they will probably not be happy that they survived, because the following day will be a total nightmare for them. Nobody in their right mind would harm the lion's mate, and Leona makes sure everybody knows that.

• He's quick-witted and can come up with smartest, most efficient ideas in no time, but he's always too lazy or doesn't see a point. If you're needing his help, he may consider it, but you still receive a negative answer sometimes. Unless you have something you can offer, which for Leona you always do. The answer is straightforward - you.

• When you stay at their dorm, Ruggie always dumps his usual responsibilities on you. Leona has to wake up to his morning classes and how you manage to do it is on you. And bring his breakfast, or he'll forget and by the time he remembers nothing is left for him already. Also, braid his hair, and exclusively to you, try to not be taken to bed once again. It's quite rare you complete your quest. Other times Leona just takes advantage of it and skips the day entirely, lounging around and doing stuff with you.

• Ruggie and Jack admire you for how you can put up with Leona's lazy lion ass and how you get along and accept Leona-senpai even though his character is like that each respectively. Both agree that it's quite a feat you didn't bailout in the first weeks. They notice how much Leona mellowed down, in a good way, when he got together with you and are quite glad that the senior found such a person to love as yourself.

• Jealousy over the roof, but you won't ever catch the wind of it. He's good at pretending, and he can't let you know that he's about to chew this poor soul head off, together with their limbs and flesh. In his mind you literally belong to him, only he is allowed to flirt and tease you. He'll try and lead you away as nothing has happened, but his blood is boiling.

• Being Leona's lover means getting the privilege of being called "aunt/uncle" by small Cheka. He loves you so much, the lion cub looks forward to playing with you and his uncle when he visits NRC. It's the rare instances when Leona doesn't conceal his jealousy and demands your attention back openly. You think it's funny how he feels challenged by the kid, but choose to watch from the sidelines, how instead of being scared of fuming uncle Cheka just goes to give love to him instead. Leona thinks that you get along well with children, and just sometimes imagines how would you look caring for your own cub. If you ask him why he's spacing out like that, he'll just huff, but the small blush will remain on his cheeks for quite some time.

• "And what should I do with you?"

"Love me, feed me, and never leave me."

This big ass cat just needs your TLC to enter his cat heaven.

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• The ultimate pillow prince. Love him and fondle him, kiss and bite him, he'll take everything and then ask for more. He'll agree to everything as long as you keep the good stuff coming. He even tries and acts like he's the one in charge, but you know that you're the one doing most of the work and his bravado is just for show.

• But when he needs to really show you who is alpha here he won't half-ass it. When he's especially angry or jealous Leona is not releasing you from his room all day long and goes to extreme, by his and probably your standards, lengths to prove that you don't need anybody else, and only he can satisfy your every need.

• He has had sex before and that's a fact, but was he ever so emotionally connected to somebody else? If his intense gaze and low roars tell you something, it's that he has never dedicated himself to somebody, neither in or out of bed.

• Unashamed nudist, Leona will fuck you just anywhere as long as you both want this. Charm to the max, when you say that you're worried somebody will walk in on you. "You're not thinking about anybody else when I'm right here, kitten".

• Blowjob is not just a way to motivate him, sometimes it's the only way you can make him do something. Prone to throat fuck you on occasions when he has the spare energy. More often than not just lets you take all matters into your hands and do whatever you want. If not for those quiet grunts you would think he fell asleep again. He did not, the man is living his best life.

• Animalistic growls, groans, and grunts are heard in Savanclaw hallways when you make love. While he may not be the most vocal lover, he doesn't hold himself back either. You make him feel good, and he lets you know about it.

• Leona Kingscholar is massive and he knows it. As if the big dick energy wasn't already radiating off of him, he actually has a lot to stress it. "Not the most human dick" squad, he has the penile spines, though not as painful as in actual mammals, they just add more excitement to already satisfying feeling. Best believe, he knows what to do with this package to make you see stars.

• As long as you're above him he's content, missionary, cowgirl, 69 you name it, he loves it. Do mind that his trust power is bruising, not taking into account his size, as a result, you won't be walking normally, if at all if was especially fired up, the following day.

•♀️While you're up there, might as well sit on his face and let him have a snack from his personal five-star restaurant. He loves every minute of it and can probably stay for days there, making you come over and over again because he's so damn good at it too. He knows just how to lick, where to apply pressure, what to do with his fingers, and that rough tongue is plainly amazing. Never heard of it before? Now you did and it has the most mind-blowing sensation against your labia and clitoris. So messy, Leona is; when you finish with him he'll have your slick and cum smeared all over his face, which he doesn't mind at all, licking off what he can, successfully making you turn even redder from the erotic sight beneath you.

• ♂️ The sloppiest suck you'll ever get, nobody can challenge Leona on that. It would be nice if he just repaid you a bit more often. You'll probably learn to treasure his blowjobs, because of how rare and memorable they are simultaneous. The king, oh this irony, of deepthroating, you wonder if this man even has a gag reflex. Apparently, he does not, or just holds himself together very well, because he'll remove himself only to breathe in some air before he goes to town on you once again.

• Does he have a nice imagination, this lion. It's not rare for him to just daydream about fucking you in any setting possible, pop a boner, never do something about it and just drift off again. The reason he always turns your cutesy cuddly times into marathon sex is because he's always horny, but rarely acts on it and just opts to let off the steam together with you.

• Prepare to be littered with bites and scratches, the sex with Leona can be very wild. No matter your position you'll receive lots of marks all over your body, and don't raise your hopes - you won't be able to conceal it, for he chose very specific areas that are always seen by others, Leona is a possessive man after all.

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I'll be back with spamming asks and prompts for the found family AU soon, I just started taking an antibiotic and it's taking a lot from me and I decided to, for some reason, take in two more stray cats. Past the point of feeding and fixing but to building them a home area and grooming them. I skipped over having four and went straight to five so it's an adjustment getting the other three okay with two others hanging around, plus my one is an indoor-outdoor so she has a home area outside as well so we have to let her get used to having neighbors. But I mean, they were twins, can't separate them. Since I just took in two more cats I'll ask this:

Has shrub ever just picked up random animals and adopted them? Other than her wolf pack? Just any animal she sees, hostile or peaceful? And how would Xornoth or even the other rulers react? Like the rulers at a meeting and they see a bobcat or something and Shrub just goes, picks it up, and declares their name is now Shroom or something while said bobcat is confused or trying to get away?

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“Owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are God. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realize that, if you provide them with food and water and affection, they draw the conclusion that they are God.” – Christopher Hitchens

"For what it’s worth: It’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again." -F. Scott Fitzgerald

don't push yourself too hard, okay? make sure to get plenty of rest!

kitties!!! I love kitties! and I bet those kitties are happy right now! and twins definitely can't be separated, that would be a crime against kitties everywhere! X3

sorry it took me so long to respond - it's been a but busy [again, ugh]. I hope at the time you see this that you're doing better! :)

if Shrub hadn't before, she definitely does now!

I've been thinking, and I would say that when she still lived in the gnome colony - before Xornoth - then she most certainly tried adopting the wild mobs/creatures of the crimson forest/soulsand valley.

fun fact: I have decided to name this gnome colony Nunem [No-name] because I couldn't think of a good enough name

Nunem, [gnome colony]

Shrub was a lonely child and often wandered into the forest just so that she could get away from the strict rules and the silence. she just wanted to be able to talk out loud and be herself without fearing for her safety or getting in trouble with the elders.

so, she would go out into the crimson forest, not too far from the colony but far enough away that she could just sit and talk to whatever would listen to her. sometimes it would just be the trees, sometimes the creatures that roamed about.

if it were creatures, she would try to play with them and even tame them. at first, she tried to bring them home but the elders always got in the way - once it was a baby hoglin! she named him Mr. Bitey because he kept trying to bite her.

the Nether is home to few [fanmade] creatures:

netherbugs - similar to silverfish/endermites, inspiration comes from the irl fire beetle

hellhounds - black leathery-skin dogs that wander the soulsand valleys

fire salamanders - kind of like axolotls but think hellish, bigger, and live in lava lakes/pools

warped gows: mashup of a cow and a goat, size and jumping ability of a goat with goat horns but has the spots/udders/and face of a cow, color palette matches warped forest

golems - made of netherbrick and guard the fortresses

winged hoglins - about half the size of a regular hoglin, created because that would be both cool and terrifying, they're not as hostile as regular hoglins though, more just...annoying

sprites - they're kind of like fairies but really small and really mean, live in the warped forests

of the list above, Shrub has tried to adopt: several netherbugs, a hellhound, fire salamander, and a flying hoglin. the others on the list she didn't come across until after Xornoth adopted her.

from canon content, she's tried adopting: a hoglin [see Mr. Bitey above], a few zombie piglins, and a strider the lives in a lava pool several dozen blocks away from the colony.

the colony - mostly the elders/warriors - would take the creature away from Shrub and either kill them for food or set them aside to be used as sacrifice for the demon. she hated this and so stopped trying to bring the creatures home.

With Xornoth

after being whisked away by the demon, Shrub was able to travel more and see more biomes than the crimson forest. she found a few more mobs in the world and would try to play with the creatures she came across.

it was like it was in Nunem where she would sneak off to talk/play with the creatures. she would sneak out when Xornoth wasn't looking/when they were busy and would just spend time by herself.

this. this worried Xornoth. they are the epitome of "I've only had x for a day and a half", except, altered. for them, it would be more like:

I've only had Shrub for a day and a half but if anything happened to her, I would harness the power of Exor and fucking obliterate everyone and everything in this gods-forsaken hellhole.

the moment they noticed she'd gone, they would go out and search for her and call out for her. she always came running back at their call and they would question her about where she went, but she never really answered, she didn't want to answer.

they didn't know why she wandered off until after one time where she came back, unknowingly, with a few creatures following her - a large hoglin with a baby winged hoglin, a few hellhounds, and somehow a golem. seeing these mobs so near their gnome freaked them out for a second, they thought her in danger, and snatched her up and they went to attack the mobs.

Shrub realized what was going on fairly quickly and immediately stopped Xornoth from attacking, she begged them not to hurt the creatures. she explained that they were her friends.

Xornoth was wary, for good reasons, but saw that once the creatures were around Shrub, they were passive - and boy, was that quite the revelation, seeing known hostile mobs just...not attack something. they sat her down for another talk to find out why she had these creatures following her and why she never told them.

she didn't want to say anything at first about what had happened in the past in Nunem, but decided it best to tell them. she told Xornoth that she really liked the creatures and loved to play with them and talk to them and she really really wanted to adopt them but she was worried that they [Xornoth] would take the creatures away from her and kill them.

they started to question why she would think this when they've been nothing but kind to her, but almost immediately came to the realization that the gnomes who sacrificed her were cruel enough to take her creatures too. this, they asked her and she confirmed it.

they then told her that if she wanted to befriend hostile creatures, then she was more than welcome to. the only thing they ask of her is that she's careful, she runs away if there's danger, and that she doesn't bring them into the shelter. Xornoth tells her that they would never kill, not even harm, a creature that she deems worthy of her time and care.

this makes Shrub very happy and she gives them a big hug, maybe even calls them "Dad" for the first time, and then immediately introduces them to the few creatures that've followed her home - there's Tiny [the large hoglin] and Jumbo [the baby winged-hoglin], Ash and Soot and Sand [the hellhounds], and Rocky Boulder [the Netherbrick golem].

the creatures are wary of the demon for some time but eventually are passive with Xornoth too. most of them just come and go as they please, sometimes bringing their offspring or with the winged hoglins, bringing her gifts - kind of like crows or ravens would to humans they like. Rocky Boulder is the only one that stays at the shelter, guarding it like it would a fortress.

eventually, Xornoth starts to enjoy the creatures' company as much as Shrub does. they even pick up her habit of naming them and feeding them and sometimes, maybe possibly letting them sleep in the shelter. one they especially like is Rocky Boulder because the golem keeps Shrub safe when she decides to wander off.

the Overworld

at first, Shrub's only thought is to survive in the new world so she doesn't really have time to adopt a bunch of animals/play with new creatures, but of course, she does it anyway. especially once she's welcomed into the direwolf pack and knows that she's well-sheltered.

I'm going to retcon something from one of the Emptober prompts and say that Rocky Boulder also comes with her and Xornoth into the Overworld. [I've only had the Nether golem for about a day, but I love it so now it's an integral part of her life!] the direwolves have never seen a golem so that's quite the experience for them, but it doesn't attack them so they don't attack it.

fun fact: in this AU, I've decided that golems aren't going to be the mindless wandering protectors that're in Minecraft. they're going to be a bit smarter, maybe not the smartest mob, but they definitely know what they're supposed to do and where to go. they also have feelings which...oh my minecraft gods, is kinda sad because of Sausage's iron farm :( [I just made myself sad]

so Rocky is always there, always watching over her, even when she wanders off because it's sworn to protect her. which...the other rulers, once they meet Shrub, are going to be like "WTF???".

Shrub, like in canon, is going to adopt a parrot and a cat, except the cat is actually a black panther that she found in the jungle. so, instead of Lord of the Stars the housecat, we have Lord of the Stars the jungle cat that also happens to live in the gnome's home. Stars is allowed to come and go as he pleases.

but that's not all she adopts! she also has some forest animals that like to wander into her yard, unafraid of the direwolves, because she went out and befriended them. she gets some farm animals - pigs, cows, sheep, chickens, and goats - from some of the rulers as trade items, though they're more or less just pets too because she can't bring herself to breed & kill them for food.

the rulers quickly find that their new friend has a way with animals, like an almost supernatural gift, and it doesn't just work on the regular animals - it works on hostile mobs too! not all hostile mobs but a good share of them.

and the rulers, if they visit Shrub's Undergrove, they'll come face to face with more than just the direwolves and Rocky Boulder.

maybe at first it was just the couple animals, but later once she's established her empire, they find a lot more than what's normal. they'll find a panther, a small pack of hellhounds, multiple winged hoglins, a few foxes, a mountain lion and two young bobcats that don't like each other too much, a few wild boars that hang out with the domesticated pigs, a couple of gows that live with her goats but will jump into the cow pen too, zombie piglins that stand guard at her nether portal, a ravager that Xornoth brought home, a couple creepers that refuse to blow up on the gnome, and one singular enderman that likes to sit with the creepers and will stand in her house during rainstorms.

this is...well...it's certainly...something. they knew she had a way with creatures but to this extent that she has pet creepers? well, let's just say they have mads respect for the little gnome girl.

and then Xornoth, well, they lived with her before, they raised her, and they're not shocked at all when they pop over for a visit and find the Undergrove home to several various hostile and passive creatures. they just accept it and introduce themselves.

Mushroom Cows

I didn't include the mushroom cows in the above passages because I wanted to give them their own special section due to the idea I came up with shortly after I first got your ask.

so, one thing Shrub wants the moment she hears about them, is a mushroom cow, at least a couple of them. so she goes out into the world to search for the mysterious mushroom cows, her new friends keep an eye out as well for the creatures and maybe a couple direwolves or Rocky Boulder come with her to protect her.

it takes her days, maybe even a couple weeks, before she can find the Mushroom Fields. at one point she has to cross an ocean which terrifies her but Lizzie and Jimmy are there to help her [I've just now, at the moment of typing this, decided this, plus it'll be a good bonding experience!] but they get to the fields and Shrub gets to find her cows!

she only takes two back with her because any more and it could potentially damage the ecosystem. she doesn't want that so she only takes two. the seablings help her get them back across the ocean via boat - and not the tiny minecraft boats, oh no, a good and proper ship that they've borrowed from Joel - Joel didn't feel like an adventure because he wanted to build so he gave them a ship, told his wife and brother he loves them, and watched them sail off.

she thanks the seablings for helping her and returns home on her own now that the scariest parts - the water - are over. and when she finally enters the Undergrove, she's practically drowned in a sea of excited animals that haven't seen her in what feels like forever!

but she's also met with a ~surprise~.

her dad is there and they have two brown mushroom cows standing in a pen. Xornoth knew she wanted the mysterious cows and went out too to find some for their child. but, uh, on the way back, there was a bit of an accident and the red cows turned brown because of a lightning strike - how that happened, Xornoth really doesn't know.

she's extremely excited about the even rarer brown cows - she never knew there were variants! the two of them work on a new pen together, one to house all the cows and the other farm/pet animals. it's a fairly big pen, more of a field really, and they build a little shelter too so they're not all standing out in the open.

as is tradition [which I've decided is a thing too], there's a naming ceremony where she and Xornoth go through and name all the new animals, welcoming them and giving them citizenship.

#empires smp #found family au #xornoth adopts child!shubble au #shubble #xornoth

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