#harpy!eclipse (mention)

[hahskeleton]

harpy!moon ref!!

I forgot to post this man and then I randomly remembered whilst drawing something completely different

ANYWAY there’s lore below this cut :)

Moon never hated Eclipse particularly, but he didn’t love him like he did his other brother, Sun. Sun and Moon, the older brothers, were always a lot closer to each other than anyone else ever could be with them. Until their little brother Eclipse came along.

Fast forward to a very long time later when Eclipse decided he had enough of Zeus and decided to leave Olympus, dragging along with him his brothers. Moon never understood why Eclipse would want to leave, but he also never really understood a lot about him to begin with.

Moon is a very grumpy harpy at times, but most of the time he’s nice and kind, he’s more of an introvert and he likes to tinker with things. He’s always found humans rather fascinating, and he didn’t care how empty minded and stupid they seemed to him, he thought they were wonderful enough to study.

Moon wasn’t the kind of harpy to resort to violence until one dark night when he lost his marbles when someone something hurt Sun. Bad. He went gizzard and kinda… unalived a few things. He wasn’t proud of himself that day, we’ll put it that way. Ever since then, Moon’s been different. A sense of always needing to protect Sun had come around like a slap in the face and he just… obeyed it…? Sort of?

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Design pages: Eclipse / Y/N / Sun

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Wedding Gift

Feyd Rautha Harkonnen x fem!wife!reader x Feyd's Harpies

WC : 7K

SW : No usage of "Y/N," reader is a woman but physical appearance and details are left completely ambiguous and left up to interpretation.

PWP, Soft!Feyd, Virgin!Wedding Night!Reader, Harpies are slightly ooc. Fingering, oral (f!receiving/partially m!receiving), squirting, handjob, cum-eating (kinda), unprotected PinV, groping, creampie. breeding kink, overstimulation, innocence kink, dumbification, tiddy sucking, nipple play? orgasm denial? (Feyd just accept my love) mentions of gore and Feyd's Harpies doing their thing, mention of cannibal!sm, wlw action (we're all fruity here), canon typical violence (including knives and blood), mentions of murder, mentions of Feyds' childhood (the Baron).

You stand there, hands clasped elegantly in front of you as the sound of the heavy door closing resonates across the barren room. Still in your wedding dress, watching as the three women sitting on the bed in front of you brush their hands across one another in barely-there feather-like movements; eyes like black bottomless pools, teeth to match those of your newly-wed husband. 

~

You’d been watching Feyd’s harpies ever since you arrived on Giedi Prime a few moons ago. At first it was out of fear; the feeling of eyes completely eclipsed by darkness constantly watching you, stalking your every move and digging into your soul. You were aware that when you and Feyd first began courting he used them for his pleasure - the entirety of the planet knew what he did with the cannibalistic women - however as your relationship grew through soft touches and hesitant words it seemed as if his activities with them came to a grinding halt, a fear growing in you that they would attack out of jealousy; ripping your flesh apart and hiding the remains. 

Feyd had quelled your worries, “They obey their master,” hands cupping your face to bring your gaze to his own, a smirk on his face, “My harpies would never hurt you, at least, not in the way you think they would, my little darling.” Face moving towards yours, his eyes darken as his mouth becomes a hair’s-breadth away from your own, black eclipsed ice-blue darting down to your lips, parted open in soft breaths that hit against his own; the temptation to connect his mouth to yours and claim you before your wedding is blinding, a primal urge building within him as he looks across your innocent and delicate features. He quickly moves his lips to brush against the shell of your ear, voice dropping down to a whisper, “My darlings would be, pleased, to tend to their little Na-Baroness,” fingers dancing tantalizingly down your arm causing a full-bodied shiver to slide down your spine, eyes slipping closed, “if you would ever like them to.” He quickly pulls away, sending a final glance down to your lips, his thumb coming up to gently drag across the bottom one, letting out a low hum from the back of his throat, then leaving the room. 

After that moment you were more observant of their gazes on you.

They still looked upon you in hunger but Feyd’s words ring in your mind, and then you begin to notice the dragging looks up and down your body, their eyes focusing on your hands, your mouth, and other areas based on the revealingness of whatever outfit you were wearing that day. A deep warmth overtaking your face, ducking down to let your hair crowd around to veil your features. This sudden shyness not out of fear, but out of… something else entirely captured Feyd’s attention. He started noticing the way that you no longer cowered like a cornered animal when you were in their presence, and how you even let out a light giggle when one of his harpies cast you a hungry smile. 

That’s when the thoughts started forming, daydreams of you and his darlings entwined with one another; moaning, groping, a mixture of limbs upon silk black sheets - thoughts leaving a tent in his pants, hard and throbbing in anticipation of you wedding night that grew closer and closer, a plan forming in his head to fully introduce you into his world. 

“Don’t wear anything underneath it.” He had approached you the morning of your wedding, watching you through the mirror as you did your own hair, a hand gesturing towards your wedding dress that was delicately laid upon the bed under a thin sheet, blocking the fabric from his view - a belief that you had carried over from your planet, insisting that he shouldn’t see you in it until the wedding actually began - “It’ll make it easier for you to receive your wedding gift.” a smug smirk on his face as he promptly walks out of the room, leaving no time for you to say anything in return, a twinge of heat in your lower stomach as you clench in anticipation for your wedding night, returning back to finishing your hair, a heat overtaking your features. 

~

Trembling lightly, either out of anticipation or fear it can’t be said, you feel two warm hands place themselves on your shoulders, his breath casting gently across your ear before his lips reach your temple, placing themselves in a chaste kiss upon your skin. His hands rub up and down in gentle movements - much gentler than one would believe he’s capable of - words spoken to you in a soft, yet raspy whisper; 

“What’s mine is yours, little wife.” He pauses to place kisses down the side of your face to your neck while his hands move from your shoulders to the lacing on your back that holds your dress together, rough yet lithe fingers move to slowly undo the strings eyelet by eyelet. “My power… my room… my pets.” All it takes is for Feyd to cast a singular glance upwards as he continues his kisses to his harpies waiting across the room for them to come moving towards you. Their movements are light as air - for such scary looking women they have an extremely ethereal aura surrounding them - forming a half circle around you, their hands begin to flit across your body, claws gently drag across your skin, not slicing or scratching, but barely-there touches that make your entire body shiver and send a foreign wave of heat through your veins, letting out a light moan. 

It’s as Feyd opens his mouth to bite hard on the crook of your neck as one of his pets simultaneously grabs your now untied dress by the neckline and pulls it down do you then let out a sharp gasp, the cold air hitting your sensitive skin. Goosebumps prickle your torso as your nipples pebble, made so more apparent by your back arching at the feeling of your husband's teeth sinking into your skin, pushing your chest outward. 

You feel the vibration from Feyd’s laughter move across your skin, his hands holding you tightly by the waist as one of his pets pushes your dress all the way down, leaving you completely nude before them all. The harpies let out coos and giggles as they become more transparent with their touches, one pair of hands coming up to cup your breasts, petting, before getting too zealous and harshly pinching at your nipples causing you to jolt away, letting out a wince of pain.

One of Feyd’s hands leaves your waist and a split second later his blade is poised at her neck, causing all the harpies to drop their hands away from you, their noises of excitement ceasing. 

“What did I tell you about being gentle?” his voice low and murderous, a white-knuckle grip on the hilt of the knife. “Didn’t I tell you my little wife is delicate?” You feel a heat run through your veins all the way up to your face, Feyd’s defensiveness over you filling your body with an unknown warmth that pools in your lower stomach. His pressure against his pet's neck grows stronger, a singular rivulet of blood seeping out from underneath the knife, causing the other two to immediately lock eyes upon it. They practically vibrate with anticipation as Feyd removes his blade, waiting for his command before they pounce. He throws the knife off to the side, one hand remaining on your waist as the other goes under your knees to scoop you up in a bridal carry. 

“Get it.”

That was all he needed to say before his harpies jumped one another, the sounds of moans and licks filling the desolate room as Feyd carried you towards his bed, dropping you down delicately, hair fanning around your head like a halo. My own personal angel, he thinks as he looks at you, your eyes blown wide, lips parted in heavy breaths, and the way that the slick seeping out of your lower lips glisten under the harsh lighting of his room. He joins you on the bed, sitting back on his haunches as he pulls your legs over both of his hips, spreading your legs open so he can see his long-awaited prize in full glory. You look towards him as a smirk overtakes his face, his eyes rising to meet yours, the smirk growing even wider. He skims his fingertips across the thin skin of the dips of your hip bones, causing another shiver to course through your body. 

“Are you ready, little wife?” his hands brushing up and down your sides, warmth seeping deep into your bones from his rough, training-calloused fingers. You give him a hesitant look, hands resting on your stomach as you play with your fingers, suddenly overtaken by the fear of failing at your marital duties. You look off to the side at the harpies, still entwined with one another in a flutter of black clothing and stark-white skin, then up towards the ceiling. 

Feyd’s hands move from your hip bones to cover your own on your stomach, ceasing the anxious picking at your skin, a soft look overtaking his face, voice a soft whisper, “We’ll start off easy, my darling.”

He grabs your forearms, gently pulling you up into a sitting position before he makes his way behind you, still fully clothed, leaning against the black-covered pillows and headboard of his expansive bed. Feyd pulls you into his lap bracing each of your legs across his own, slick stringing as he holds you spread open for the whole room. He brushes his hands up and down your arms, warming you up as he peppers kisses on your temple, down your jaw, to your neck, and to your shoulder where his bite mark is now taking on a deep red hue, bruising beginning to leave it’s mark on you just as he wanted it to - staking his claim, mine.

His hands ghost across your breasts, fingers pinching at pebbled nipples, groping at the plush skin. A sturdy arm wraps it way around your midriff holding you tight against him, the other works its way down to your pussy, a singular finger drags at a torturously slow pace back towards your center, pushing your folds apart and sliding through them collecting all your slick before bringing his finger back up, watching the string that connects your core to his finger pull and then break. You watch as the hand moves back up to his face, head resting against his shoulder, gazing up at him as he sticks the finger in his mouth, eyes rolling back slightly into his skull as he lets out a deep, ragged moan. 

The noise attracts the attention of his harpies, who break away from each other and make their way towards you, hovering at the foot of the bed as Feyd brings his hand back down, collecting more slick before beginning slow circles on your clit. There’s an overwhelming surge of pleasure that overtakes your body, an unfamiliar feeling that courses through every nerve ending in your body. A sharp gasp escapes your lips as your thighs slightly cave in, your muscles twitching at the unfamiliar experience. Feyd lets out a chuckle before his legs inch out even more, pulling your own along with them, rendering you completely void of any movement, fully spread before the harpies who gaze at your center with a predatory focus. 

Feyd continues the circles on your clit, increasing the pressure but not the pace, leaving you with a deep yet slow build up. Fingers twitching, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, deep panting breaths painting his skin, sending a shiver up his spine at the warm feeling. Your hands coming up to grip what normal people would find painful at his arm that’s wrapped around your chest, nails digging into his skin, the sharp sensation only spurring him on. He keeps on with his pace until your little moans and soft noises become louder and more prevalent, watching your facial features as your brows draw up, lips quivering as a blind heat overtakes you; muscles lock up, fingers clench into his arm so hard you’re afraid you’ll break your nails off into his skin - not that he would mind - eyes clamped shut, stomach tensing as you arch upwards and off of Feyd’s chest, butt pressing into him, into what lays aching and straining in his pants, causing Feyd to let out a moan of his own. Pleasure courses through your whole body, sending shockwaves everywhere, cresting before it tapers off, Feyd’s movements slowing as you come down from your peak; shaking and shivering with aftershocks of your first orgasm. 

Feyd holds you for a few moments, hand leaving your core and bringing it up in the air, beckoning forth one of his harpies, her mouth wrapping around his fingers before she lets out a moan that borders on a voracious growl, eyes snapping towards you with a hazy look. She licks his fingers completely clean, sucking every last drop of your release off of his digits. The others look on in jealousy as she finishes up and retreats back to the end of the bed, the one who Feyd nicked with his knife grabs her viciously by the back of her neck and pulls her forwards, tongue pushing its way down her throat to taste the remnants of your release from her mouth, letting out a growl of her own. The last harpy pulls her away before going in for her own kiss, the three of them becoming a tangle of teeth and claws at the foot of the bed.

Feyd shifts you off his lap, swapping places and lays you gently down on the bed, the sheets warm underneath you from where he sat. He hovers above you, eyes staring deeply into your own as you gasp for air. Feyd drops his head down to connect your lips in a passionate kiss, he braces himself on one elbow as the other hand comes up to cradle your face, thumb pulling your bottom lip down so he can push his tongue into your mouth, pressing against your own and mapping out every single nook and cranny. His kiss is dominant, possessive, he aims to claim and swallow you whole, teeth clashing against your own as he snags your lip between his teeth, biting down and dragging it out only to watch it snap back into place.

You claw at the fabric on his shoulders dragging down your nails, digging into the clasps in the front that hold his ceremonial shirt together, lithe fingers undo them, sticking your hands into the now-opened shirt, fingers dragging across sturdy skin and muscle, feeling them twitch under your hands, Feyd’s body unused to a tender touch. You keep this in mind as you delicately slide the shirt down his shoulders, keeping the kiss in-tact, rendering his upper-half bare as your skirt your fingers across him. Moving down his arms, touching his sides, dragging forward to his tense stomach, the wrapping around his neck to hold the top of his back, fingers touching the beginnings of what you’re sure are nasty looking scars, no doubt left on his marble skin by his uncle. 

He revels in the gentle touch, Feyd basks in the moment of weakness he can allow himself with you, grabbing one of your hands and moving it down to lay over his heart which furiously pounds in his chest. While he might not yet have the courage to verbally tell you how nervous you make him, to tell you that your gentleness will take some time to get used to, he can physically show it, and by the way that your fingers gently caress the skin where his heart lies, he can tell you understand his hesitancy.

He shifts himself, placing aggressive kisses down your jaw, between your breasts, across your navel, and down to where you need him the most. He uses his thumbs to pull your lips apart, watching your hole clench around nothing, a new gush of slick slipping out, coating everything in a shine, you hold your head up in a haze, watching him gaze at your core within such an intense look, pupils completely swallowing the blue of his eyes whole and with a newfound fervor he grabs your legs and moves them to his shoulders and diving into your heat. He laps at you like a man starved, a crazed look in his eyes before they slip shut, tongue dipping in and out of you to collect all the slick that you’re producing. You let out a loud moan as his nose presses against your swollen bud, the noise prolonging itself as he vigorously shakes his head from side to side. 

The heat builds in your groin, fire spreading through your veins at a rapid pace from the sheer intensity of another orgasm approaching so soon after the first one. Your hands move from his shoulders, to the sheets beside your head, to your chest; desperately trying to find something to hold onto. When you go to move your hands again you’re intercepted by two different yet equally frigid hands - one for each of your own - the other chilled fingers of their other hands making their way to your breasts, where the pinching and teasing of your sensitive buds is much more delicate than was previously shown when you first entered the room. 

Perhaps over time, you’ll develop more of a tolerance to their harsh touches, embracing the pain that comes with any pleasure given by Feyd’s darlings; sharp nails digging into delicate skin, perhaps one day harsh enough to draw blood. You’re pulled out of your yearning thoughts as your head is lifted up and placed in a bare lap - at some point the harpies had undressed one another and were now naked upon the bed - angling you just perfectly so you can see your husband eating you out like you’re his last meal. 

Nails drag across your scalp, hard enough to sting a little, but gentle enough for your eyes to roll back at the mixture of sensations flowing through your body. You can feel the coil in your stomach tightening, warmth spreading through you as your toes clench and you white-knuckle grip the hands of the pets holding your own, as Feyd moves his mouth up from your entrance to your clit, two thick fingers more than twice the width of yours taking its place, pushing in and curling up to press against a spot inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. You gasp, hips bucking up and away from Feyd’s searching mouth, which earns you a displeased growl, sharp, animalistic eyes snapping up towards your own, before he pulls his mouth away, commanding only three words to his harpies; 

“Hold her down.” 

And with that he dives right back in as agile, yet strong, arms place themselves across your pelvis and stomach, holding you down with an extreme force as you begin to squirm all over the place as Feyd doubles down on his ministrations. The harpy whom’s lap your head lays in reaches down to pinch and fondle at your breasts, a vulpine smile overtaking her face as she molds and kneads the skin, leaning down to encapsulate one in her mouth, and with the combination of Feyd’s fingers moving deep in you to touch your innermost sensitive spots, his mouth fervently suckling away at your clit, and her sharp teeth dragging across such tender skin; your body explodes in pleasure.

Your vision goes stark-white, limbs twitching and shaking, everything is suddenly muffled like you’re underwater, all your senses have sharpened yet dulled at the same time. Time has slowed down and all you can feel is white-hot pleasure engulfing your whole body from your head to your toes. Tidal wave after tidal wave overtakes you, letting out loud and breathy moans that echo through the whole room, unintelligible words slip through your spit-slicked and flushed lips, pleas and gasps of Feyd’s name, reverential, like he was a God. You feel your lower abdomen spasm out of control as you come back down to your body and your aftershocks begin to quell. 

The bed underneath you is saturated and when you finally have the strength to open your eyes back up the lower half of Feyd’s face is covered in slick, a smirk on his face as he sits up, pants bulging to what must be an uncomfortable level, a wet patch only slightly visible where his tip sits straining against the fabric. He pulls his fingers out of you with a lewdly audible squelch, snapping his fingers on his other hand for the harpy closest to him to move forward, undoing his pants for him while he all-the-while holds burning eye contact with you. He moves his fingers up to his mouth, slowly sticking his tongue out before dragging it upwards at a torturous pace across his slick-pruned fingers, spit stringing to the digits. 

“You taste divine, little wife,” Hand pulling away from his mouth and making its way down to his now opened pants, “It’s very rare that a man comes across a pussy as sweet as yours, how about our darlings have a taste, hmm?” A deep hum in the back of his throat, as his harpies tense themselves in a pounce position, the muscles in the thighs underneath your head quivering with anticipation.

No one moves, Feyd still holding eye-contact with you, waiting for your signal. You take a deep breath before giving the smallest of nods, the movement barely over with before the harpy who has you in her lap flips you around so your head is now down towards the bottom of the bed, your waist resting on her legs now as she holds your hips in the air, mouth diving into your sensitive area. The other two begin to lick clean your thighs from where your release gushed down your legs, and once that’s all cleaned up, the three of them begin taking turns placing alternative kitten licks across your clenching hole and clit, slowly building you up to a third orgasm. 

A loud and rough groan brings your attention to Feyd just in time to watch him stick the hand that was previously knuckle-deep in your pussy into his opened pants, pulling out his cock; the skin red and swollen, an angry vein pulsing with need on the bottom leading from base to tip where there was the shine of smeared pre-cum. He throws his head back, hairless eyebrows furrowing as he holds himself at the base, cock twitching as pre-cum strings out of his tip. You marvel at the sight and size of him, letting out a moan of your own, not only from the ministrations of the three women lapping at you, but from the sight of Feyd fighting his own needs. 

You reach a hand out, index finger catching the glob of cum, catching Feyd’s eyes as they widen, watching in anticipation to see what you do. You bring your finger to your mouth slowly, letting out a cheeky smile as you attempt to tease your husband. Holding your finger out in front of your mouth, slowly sticking your tongue out, copying his movements from earlier, flattening it against your finger before pulling it into your mouth. The taste of him is tangy and slightly metallic, but nonetheless has you moaning aloud. 

Feyd shuffles forwards on his knees, bringing himself closer as he hovers above your head, grabbing your hand from your mouth, and pulling it to wrap around his base. At the feeling of your delicate hand wrapping around him he lets out a strained “oh fuck,” he tightens his fingers around your own before dragging your hand up his length, circling your fingers around his tip, a shiver running down his spin. He lets go of your hand and you continue the strokes on your own, Feyd’s hips rocking into your fingers with every downward stroke. His eyes slip closed as you decide to pick up the pace, throwing in a twist of your wrist as you reach the tip. You watch his sac draw upwards, muscle tensing as his jaw clenches. You decide to lift yourself up on one elbow, placing a kiss on the underside of his tip, letting out a little kitten lick.  

He pulls himself back, letting out a strained noise and with a gesture of his hand his harpies back away from you, leaving you stranded on the precipice of an orgasm. You let out a frustrated groan as Feyd makes his way back to the headboard, leaning back in his original spot where the night started off, cock straining against his stomach. He gestures a hand towards you, holding it out for you to take. You shake off the displeasure at the loss of your orgasm and move to crawl towards him, taking the hand he was holding out to you and crawling onto his lap. Both of Feyd’s hands come down to your hips, pulling you down and rocking you across his cock, spreading your lips across his girth, covering himself in your slick. You gasp, staring into his eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him.

With each rock forward his tip presses deliciously against your clit, each little jolt sending shockwaves through your body. A sheen of sweat covers you, hairs sticking to your forehead, and you feel - you’re so warm. It fills every nook and cranny of your system, down to the marrow of your bones. You pull yourself even closer, your body positioned slightly higher than his and with every rock forward it brings your breasts to his face. On one forward rock he lunges his head forward grasping one of your nipples in his mouth and you gasp, head thrown back to arch your chest forward into his warm mouth. He groans as he suckles, lips forming a suction ring around your breast, pulling your perked nipple into his mouth with an aggressive fervor. 

One of your hands comes up to grip the back of his head, a part of you instinctually reaching for hair that isn’t there but making due with the skin instead, nails digging into the surface, eliciting a sharp noise from Feyd, who grips you by the back of your own head, lithe fingers tangling into your hair and pulling your forehead down to his own, maintaining eye contact with you as he drags his teeth across your nipple, pulling off with a pop. Stopping your hips from their gentle rocking movement with his other hand, moving it down to cradle you by the back of your thigh right underneath your butt applying a gentle pressure to urge you upwards. 

You extend backwards, pulling yourself away from Feyd’s chest so you can watch what happens next. His hand follows you, still tangled in your hair, before bringing it down to grasp your chin, controlling the movements of your head.

“Are you ready, little wife?” His hand positioning your head downward at your eager nod, posing your vision down. His voice drops down to a sultry and raspy whisper, “Watch what I do to you.”

And with that the head that was holding your chin moves down to grasp himself, fingers wrapping around his thick middle to bring the tip up to your opening, notching once, twice, then pushing in with the most painful, yet delicious burn you’ve ever felt. The unused muscles tense at the pressure of being stretched open beyond the two fingers that Feyd had used on you earlier. Your mouth gapes open at the feeling, watching as you sink down on him inch by inch, the slick coating him from where you grinded on him mere moments ago easing his entrance into you.

At the sound of the groan your husband lets out, you cast a glance upwards to look at him; watching his brow bone furrow in, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your warm, wet, heat enveloping him so snuggly. It’s perfect, Feyd thinks, you’re perfect, the sound of your breathy little panting gasps filling his ears, noises that he’s not even sure you’re aware you’re making. It’s a heavenly feeling, you sucking him in so tightly yet somehow still so soft and gentle. 

Quite possibly one of the first gentle touches he’s felt in a while. You’re so soft, and warm, and comforting, and every single touch sends his nervous system reeling. Even back when he was still just a little boy on Lankiveil; huddling into his mother for warmth from the frigid planet, her body warm and comforting before turning just as frigid as the planet when Feyd killed her; all warmth leaving her body, leaving him in the hands of his uncle, never to feel a kind touch again.

Until this moment. 

When you’ve sunk all the way down on him both of your hands come to lay upon his chest, thumbs lightly stroking the alabaster skin, touching the silvery scars that lie there. He waits a moment for you to adjust, noticing the slight grimace overtaking your features as your body tries to adhere to the intrusion. His harpies have taken themselves to the end of the bed, playing and petting and stroking at one another, but he pays them no mind. He looks into your eyes, trying to display what he hopes is a warm smile at you, lips still together so as to not scare you with his pitch black teeth. You give him a small smile of your own as Feyd wraps both of his arms around your back tightly pulling you against him, trapping your arms between his body and your own. 

Warm lips graze your ear, “Ready?” a soft kiss pressed to your temple, head tucked completely into the crook of Feyd’s neck, eyes closed as you breath in his scent; something warm and musky, yet metallic in undertones. You can only muster a nod against his neck, body giving way as painful pressure turns into pulsing pleasure. Feyd places both feet flat on the bed, knees spreading to brace himself, pulling your own legs more open to sink just the smallest bit more down onto him - you didn’t even know there was more of him to fit in you. 

He pulls his hips back, slipping out to just the tip, giving a few shallow thrusts, working you open a bit more. It’s within a single breath that Feyd suddenly plunges into you, thrusting into you at a rapid fire pace that causes you to practically scream into the crook of his neck in wholly-consuming pleasure. One hand moves down to rest around your ass, a finger feeling the stretched skin of your hole around his cock, heavy balls slapping against the skin there with each hard thrust. He can hear your whimpers and pleas being breathlessly whispered in his ear, ‘Oh Feyd - feels so-o good, you’re so…’ 

You lick and suck at the skin of his neck, mouthing over his vein thrumming under his skin. You can feel your orgasm building up, half-delirious and vision blurry with the overwhelming need to cum again. Your nails dig into the skin of his abs from where your arms are crushed between you two.

“Feyd I’m so close,” words drawn out into a long moan, “please, please, please, oh-” hips beginning a stunted rocking motion to try and meet his movements. You can feel Feyd’s cock throbbing inside you, thick veins and fat head catching on your gummy walls, his pelvis is wet from your slick, balls sticking slightly as they hit the skin of your ass.

“That’s it little wife,” heavy grunts rumbling from his chest, “cum for me, show me how much you love being my bride, show me how much you want it.” He moves both hands down to your hips and arches you outward slightly, allowing him to pummel into you at a deeper angle. “Your pussy is so tight -” he grunts, “practically sucking me in there. Are you trying to keep me here forever, little wife? Keep me buried inside your. warm. wet. cunt.” Words punctuated by harsh thrusts that teeter you over the edge. Your orgasm is so overwhelming as Feyd continues to fuck you through it, not even aware of your own actions when your teeth bury down deep into the crook of his neck, a slightly metallic taste filling your mouth as Feyd lets out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard.

He uses his strength to push you over onto your back with him hovering above you. Feyd pulls away from your mouth, cold air of the room hitting the raw spit-soaked skin, a dribble of blood on your bottom lip. He moves your legs from his hips to up by your shoulders, making eye contact with his harpies who lie contentedly at the end of the bed, covered in a sheen of sweat, vulpine grins of satisfaction upon their faces. He gestures towards you, “hold her,” passing your legs to them before dropping almost his full weight down on you into a mating press. 

Feyd continues his hard and fast-paced thrusts, your orgasm having no time to subside, keeping your mind fuzzy and your body compliant as Feyd’s Harpie’s have no qualms with pinning you down for their master. He looks down into your glassy eyes, your mind completely blank. You look so cute cock-drunk.

“Does it feel good, little wife? Does my cock feel good pressing against all the spots inside you?” You mumble incoherently, nodding mindlessly for him. “Want you so-so bad Feyd, need it…” “You want me?” another nod, fingers flexing in the hold that one of the Harpies has you in. “You can have me, little wife - all of me.” His thrusts grow sloppier, cock getting bigger by a subtle, yet noticeable, amount as the pressure of his impending orgasm builds up. “I think I’ll cum deep inside your little cunt, keep myself inside of you, hmm? I think I’ll have you again, and again, and again until my seed takes place in this warm pussy of yours - until you give me my heirs.” 

The steady crest of the orgasm you had been riding peaks full force once more, pussy clenching so hard around Feyd’s cock it almost pushes him out. He fights against it, letting out a series of borderline whimpery-moans, pushing in deep once more before cumming; hot, thick, ropes of cum filling you to the brim, cock throbbing inside of you as he cums and cums, a neverending heat warming you from the inside out. He grabs at your legs, taking them back from his Harpies and wrapping them snuggly around his waist, hips still letting out little grinds of his pelvis against yours. One arm wrapping around your back while he rests on his other elbow as he holds his weight up from crushing you, pressing you right up against him. Feyd pushes his face into your neck, pressing little kisses against the warm skin, content hums coming from the back of his throat as he finishes riding out the last dregs of his orgasm. Your arms are let go of and you immediately bring them down to wrap one around his heaving shoulders, fingers stroking against his shoulder blade, as the other cradles the back of his head, thumb stroking the crease where his skull meets his neck.

When your vision finally clears back up the Harpies are gone, you hadn’t even heard them get up, leaving you and Feyd lying alone with one another as you try to steady your equally pounding heartbeats. After you’ve both had time to calm down, you place a gentle kiss against the shell of Feyd’s ear, gently urging him to get up as you feel his back muscles beginning to quiver. He does so begrudgingly, letting out a noise of discontentment. He pulls out sluggishly, not wanting to leave your heat, thumbs pushing your lips apart to watch your hole gape and clench around nothing, a glob of his cum working its way out before he scoops it up and pushes it back into you with his index and middle fingers.

You jolt at the feeling, letting out a whine of overstimulation and discontent. “Feyd,” hand coming up to smack lightly at his chest which he quickly catches and holds against his heart, pressing a kiss to the tips of your fingers before getting off the bed. You tilt your head, watching upside down as he walks towards the bathroom, pale skin glinting in the light, muscles rippling throughout his whole body, your gaze coming down to rest on his ass. He leaves the door open, and you can faintly hear the sound of water running. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, immediately noticing where your gaze is zeroed in on, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips and he feels himself twitch at the intensity of your look. 

“Are you admiring me, little wife?” The rhetorically playful question snapping you out of your reverie as you blush and look away, aware of the sound of his feet padding back towards you. Feyd drags a warm washcloth down one of your arms, across your neck and chest, then down the other one. He wipes down the insides of your thighs then very carefully across your puffy folds, earning a few winces and twitches from you as overstimulation and exhaustion fully take over. He wipes himself off as he walks back to the bathroom, slinging the washcloth off somewhere for the maids to get later. 

When he makes his way back to the bed your eyes are sluggishly slipping closed, breaths growing a little shallow. He grabs you underneath your shoulders and spins you around so your head is back towards the pillows, moving down to clasp at the sheets that had at some point through the night fallen off the bed and brings them up to cover you. He climbs into bed next to you, pulling you in to lay on his chest as you make grabbing hands at him, hand coming to lay on his chest feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest, throwing a leg over one of his own. 

He kisses you gently on the crown of your head, taking in a deep breath. “Goodnight, little wife.” You mumble back your own sentiment, words muffled slightly. He can’t make out most of the words, but what Feyd does pick up is the soft ‘I love you,’ that you let out. Feyd stops breathing for a second, a momentary gloss of weakness and emotion flashes across his eyes that he immediately hides as if someone’s watching him waiting for the perfect moment to attack. His fingers twitch where they lay gently on your arm, not quite sure what to do. He settles on taking a deep breath and allowing himself to close his eyes to sleep, a sense of peace coursing through his veins. 

“I love you too, little wife.”

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A/N: Whew... that's all I've got to say.

Requests are open!

[naffeclipse]

Little Chicks

Penguin!Reader x Orca!Eclipse

Commission Info

I'm so excited to share this fic! The lovely @pluck-heartstrings requested a continuation of Cardinal Instincts with a mix of fluff and typical Orca Eclipse with some angst/backstory for the harpy reader! I also enjoy writing baby sirens Sun and Moon as well <3

Content Warning for mentions of death and angst.

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Tiny flukes flip along the ocean’s surface. You watch the siren young closely, perched on the edge of the ice with your winged arms folded tightly against you. Though you’ve grown used to how the orca siren tests the babes’ abilities, your heart flutters nonetheless whenever one sinks a little too deep below the surface without acquiring a deep enough breath and you must swallow back a squawk of fear when the other gives anxious, tired chirps after swimming for a moment too long.

But Eclipse is there, scooping the little ones into his hands, and if they refuse to calm, he presses them into your lap and allows the familiar, comforting touch of your plumage to soothe them.

Your siren young, you remember. Emotion thickens in your throat as Sun flips his tail, flashing cream and golden colors. The orca siren child struggles across the shallow water in the half-submerged alcove. Moon’s teeth gnash together as he whines. Eclipse chirrs gently, encouraging the children as if they were of his own blood. It still surprises you that they are not, with their eyes each containing at least one yellow or scarlet hue. The brothers share a blue color to their gaze, however, and confirm that they are twins.

The icy alcove sheltering them from the harsher, direct light outside is comfortable. Though it’s far from your natural habitat of flat icy plains with plenty of diving holes into the water, you’ve dared to settle into this home.

Eclipse courts you still, and though you both share the work of caring for the siren young, he makes it clear with a flash of his hungry eyes that you are the only mate for him. The only one who will raise Sun and Moon with him.

You watch him now, while the boys occupy his attention. His sleek, black and white form dipped in deep red and dark orange is lethal in every capacity. He is the apex predator of the seas. His body is lithe with toned, sleek muscle. His jaws split wide into a maw full of shark-like teeth. Yet, his claws curl carefully over Moon while he lifts him back to the surface, and the soft sounds of the babe’s sputtering pull your muscles taut, insisting you dive after the babe. 

An instinct within understands how easily Eclipse’s natural weapons can turn on you, could rip you apart to feed his young, but then Sun is squeaking in anger. Eclipse turns to him quickly. He rumbles a soothing hum while holding Moon in the crook of his arm and gathering Sun in his other hand. His gentleness is always at the ready for his adoptive children. Your heart softens.

The siren lifts his eyes to you. In the light that refracts from the ocean surface and icy walls, his gaze glows brighter, hungrier. A shiver falls down your spine. How naturally your body remembers your place in the food chain. He closes the distance. His dorsal fin arches high behind him while strong, smooth motions of his tail push him until he’s looming over you on the shelf of ice you reside on.

A pulse starts in your throat. You gaze up at him, small and easily devoured, but he leans closer to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. The thick feathers covering your body ruffle under his persistent touch. A soft squawk escapes your mouth at the graze of his teeth over your sensitive, vulnerable throat.

“Sun and Moon must be getting hungry,” you breathe, fighting the heat that longs to stain your fluffy cheeks.

“They’ve worked up an appetite,” he agrees over the sharp squeaks and chirps of their demands. “They’re getting stronger.”

And hungrier, you note. Eclipse has been a provider, killing and retrieving meals of squid and other soft meat for the boys to tear apart with their nubby teeth. Eclipse explained to you once that these milk teeth will fall out once the boys have grown enough and will be replaced by sharper, more capable incisors. 

It might have scared other harpies like yourself to know these children who depend on you for food and warmth will soon become as capable and dangerous as Eclipse, but only a swell of pride fills you with the thought. They will become strong. They will thrive and no one will ever harm them. A gentle need to watch them flourish propels you to open your arms.

“When will you hunt for food?” you ask softly. Your dainty clawed fingers brush gently against the squirming, wet forms of Sun and Moon held in the crook of Eclipse’s arms.

A low grumble, deep and chilling, rolls through the orca siren and into you. You still when this jaws nears your lips. The press of his forceful kiss pushes you back slightly, and you give an indignant squeak under his mouth, tasting you like he may or may not sample the flesh hidden under your feathers.

“I’ll go now, birdie,” he murmurs. “I won’t keep Sun and Moon hungry. Wait here for me.”

He draws back to capture your gaze with his own. The intensity of his eyes, one red, one yellow, pierces you with the strength of the sun. A desire to look away, to shrink from underneath his power nearly takes you, but he growls softly.

“Be good, birdie.”

“I will,” you answer, then immediately flush. 

He nods smugly then presses a kiss to your cheek. You close your eyes though you are no less attuned to the sharp squeaks of protest of being slightly squashed between yours and his exchanges of fondness.

“Eclipse,” you mumble against his mouth, “The babies.”

A chortle escapes from his wicked jaws as he parts from you. At least, he eases Moon then Sun into your arms. The most natural embrace overtakes you as you cradle the precious siren young, though they are steadily growing, becoming just a little bigger for your arms than a regular chick might have been. It doesn’t matter to you. They are slick, warm, and safe.

Sun chirps soften into babbling chatter, his wide eyes beautiful and bright. On your other arm, Moon turns against your chest. His little nubby fingers grasp your feathers, clenching and unclenching, as his mouth roams for milk he will not find here.

“It’s alright, little chicks,” you coo at your children. “Your bellies will be filled shortly.”

You spare a glance at Eclipse, prodding him with a look but he lingers on the edge of the ice shelf. You lift your head, curious.

“They’re hungry,” you remind.

“I know, birdie.” His gaze slips into something like snowmelt as if he finds you simply adorable. “You’re beautiful. I simply had to admire how you take care of them.”

Your mouth opens but silence tumbles out. 

He flashes a wicked grin to your dismay. Pushing off of the ice shelf, the orca siren dives out of the alcove and leaves you simmering with pink heat. Your words fail on your tongue, but there is little you can say to the orca siren who has decided to make you his.

You are unable to resist sinking softly in the after waves of his boldness and courting gestures. A small pile of beautiful stones and gems has piled in the far corner of the ice shelf. Tokens of his love. Each beautiful pebble made you believe he couldn’t find a better one, and each time, he has proven you wrong. 

Pebbles are for building nests for a chick. To accept a pebble is to build towards a future, to prepare for the young that will come once two penguin harpies agree to be mates.

You press the memory of a small nest and a tiny, new life away from your thoughts. A nibble along your fingers draws your attention. Gazing down at Moon gnawing his nubby teeth along your hand, you smile. You gently free your fingers and stroke his head, sliding along the deep midnight blue appendage that falls down his head. The small bulb at the end is frilly and yellow. 

“Oh, my darling,” you murmur in a soft voice. You slip back along the ice shelf, waddling carefully to not slip with the babes in your arms before gently rearranging them to rest in your lap. Wrapping your winged arms around them, they will stay warm.

A sharp squeak turns your head towards Sun. Hunger rips through him loud and clear. You laugh gently as he begins wiggling, impatiently and restlessly. His sharp, golden, and white gold fins crowning his head twist importantly with the jerks of his head.

“I know, my love, I know,” you softly cup his cheek and pull him closer to your chest, holding him to keep him from slipping away. “Your father is getting you squid. Patience, Sun.”

The high-pitched demanding chirp that falls from him squeezes your heart. He is far too loud, too excited, and you laugh. Softly taking Moon against you as well, you lean back against the alcove wall and try to hum. They adore when Eclipse sings to them, but his vocal cords are powerful and entwined with magic. Yours are too strained and, in a word, unfit for a lullaby. The best you can give them is your warmth and protection. 

Your adoptive children.

Your mind drifts to a distant echo of sharp chirps. Insistent, hungry, and then, silent. 

A slow collapse shuts away your throat. Your hum cuts short.

The memory takes you like an ocean wave, pushing you down, deeper and deeper until you can no longer breathe.

Your chick was so small. He was beautiful. He chirped fiercely. Then he did not make a sound at all.

Shoulders heaving, your breath becomes ragged. It scrapes out of your throat. Your chest tightens. Tiny bodies squirm in your arms, little fingers sinking into your plumage and grip tightly, demanding attention, but your vision is far, far away, lost on an empty ice plain dusted in snow.

You held your little chick in your arms. He didn’t move. Your mate told you to let him go.

You couldn’t. You didn’t, not until your mate pried him from your hands and forced you to leave him, to let the snow bury him and the ice creep over him until he was cradled in the Antarctic cold forever. He has to be warm. You were keeping him warm.

What did you do wrong?

No one answered. 

A splash echoes in the distance. Wiggling bodies attempt to crawl away from you, eager chirps filling the air, but your vision is blurred over ice and water. A deep, abysmal voice calls out. You don’t answer.

You hold tighter to Sun and Moon, clinging to them. Their tiny voices grow louder as they fill with hunger. 

Another wash of water echoes throughout the alcove, and then a shadow looms over you. Something wet splats just a few inches onto the ice shelf. Then, a low rumble and claws crack the ice, dragging over the uneven terrain.

A hand falls on your shoulder. Claws threaten to sink into your flesh.

“Birdie, what’s wrong?”

A gasp wretches from you. You blink, staring up at the looming orca siren. His eyes blaze, searching for threats and wounds, but only finding you unlocking your fierce grip from Sun and Moon. The babies gleefully slip away from you. Their wiggling tails flip and flap, and Eclipse watches them carefully before pinning you with his stare again.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” he demands, growling with an abysmal darkness.

“No,” you gasp, “No, the babies—they need to eat.”

Eclipse hovers. When did he pull himself onto the ice? His tail sweeps along the cold terrain, his flukes curling to form a barrier between you and the water. You want to shrink. You want to bow your head and swim away—it wouldn’t be so different from when the colony decided you couldn’t stay any longer. 

A mush pile of chomped squid lies near Eclipse’s side fin. The siren young cry out. Slowly, Eclipse takes Moon, then Sun, setting them down by the food so they can begin tearing the soft flesh apart in their young moths. Securing them in the bow of his tail, he turns back to you.

“Birdie, tell me what is going on. I will make it right.” His clawed hands cup your face. You want to fall back, push him away until you can escape.

You can’t leave. Even wandering, you were trapped with what you’ve done.

Fear and shame form into a fine, frozen layer within you. You can’t look at Eclipse. His hand insists, pushing you by the chin until you're locked under his gaze again. 

“Be good, birdie. Tell me so I might rip apart whatever is causing you such pain,” he insists, snarling just under his breath. You tremble and touch his arm.

“I,” you gasp and it wheezes through you. Your throat closes up. You look once to Sun and Moon devouring their meal, unaware of their harpy parent dissolving into sea foam. “I was driven from my colony.” 

Something snaps within you. A great and terrible acceptance. A truth so ugly and rotten, you have no hope of holding its broken bones.

Eclipse’s jaw slackens. Teeth no longer bared, he slowly tilts his head.

“Why?” his eyes narrow.

He’ll know now you are unfit. He won’t have you raising his babies. You won’t hold Sun and Moon again.

You close your eyes and whisper, “I tried to steal another’s chick.”

Eclipse’s thumb slowly brushes along the fluff covering your cheek. 

“Go on,” he says in a shockingly gentle and low voice, as if you needed a lullaby in the dark of night, “Tell me, birdie. It’s alright.”

You quake. Opening your eyes slowly, you are filled with Eclipse’s soft gaze. His attention is fierce, ever sharp, but when he holds you, everything else falls to the wayside. 

A rattling breath fills your lungs.

“My baby,” your voice cracks. Eclipse’s gaze widens. “My poor baby died. He was so small… I don’t know why.”

“Such things can happen,” he says so firmly, you long to believe him, “It’s not kind, but little ones simply don’t endure by no fault of their own nor yours.”

“Eclipse, wait,” you grasp onto him tighter. He is your last island in the sea of your grief. He doesn’t understand.

“What of your mate?” he asks instead, his teeth glint.

“He left me,” you say quietly. A fact you have accepted long ago. Whenever you looked at him, you only felt the same grief again. “After my—our chick died, he left.”

Eclipse dips his head in the slightest, not exactly pleased, but reassured, in some way. You don’t know what to make of his expression.

“Then what became of you?” he asks in his growling cords.

You quake. 

“I don’t know why I did it. I just couldn’t stand it. Everyone with their chicks, hearing their little cries. I was alone,” you pull in a breathless gasp, “I didn’t stop myself. One little chick was unattended, for just a moment. Her mother was looking away. I wasn’t thinking at all. I just did it—I swooped in and stole the babe.”

Eclipse rumbles deep within his chest. You glance anxiously at Sun and Moon. Sounds escape Sun even as he chews vigorously. Moon is quiet, slurping down a tentacle. Eclipse draws a black-bone claw down your cheek, returning your attention to him.

“What happened?” he asks softly.

“I tried to feed her, but she refused to take any food from my mouth.” A strained sound, like a sob, escapes your throat. Eclipse hushes you softly, stroking the back of your feathered head. “She was crying—I told her I was her momma but she wouldn’t stop.”

The tiny babe was not your own, though just as small and hungry and fierce. The chirps were just a little off. They weren’t your babe’s.

Your heart twists. How could you ever have your little chick back? How could you try and replace one by taking from another? You were selfish and mad. You were trying to force another mother to go through what you just had.

“She wasn’t yours,” Eclipse answers simply, as if he might understand wanting something so terribly, and doing awful things to have it, but not being able to keep it.

You hold his gaze, wetness blurring your vision.

“It was cruel of me.” You shudder again. “They caught me. The colony decided I could no longer be a part of them. They sent me away. I could never return.”

Eclipse is silent for several heartbeats. You sit, heavy with shame and grief. His flukes brush against the little ones eating. A small complaint of being bothered during their meal rises in a sharp squeak. You glance over them, wishing to pull Sun and Moon into your arms again. What if you can never hold them again?

“That’s why you were waddling alone.” Eclipse sweeps a claw down your temple, almost touching your eye. Your eyelids flutter, and a great fear takes over you. Does he not want you anymore? Has he decided you will make a better meal than a parent?

“I still don’t know why I did it,” you mumble. You felt mad. You still feel unstable with loss and emptiness. You could only take and take to try and fill up the gaping place left within you. The baby you love so dearly was gone without a whimper.

And now two little sirens need your care. They are so beautiful and precious. Your heart bobs within you for longing to tend to them.

“You wanted your child back,” Eclipse hums. Your eyes lift to him, stained with tears. “You love your child. Now you have two little ones who need you. And you have been a beautiful mother to them.”

Stunned into silence, you blink. “You… you still want me?”

Eclipse chortles, looking at you as if you were simply precious.

“I have already chosen you as my mate. I have witnessed how tenderly you tend to Sun and Moon. I will have no one else but you, birdie.” He leans in and kisses your tear-wet cheeks. Your feathers ruffle underneath his affection. “Breathe, and when you are ready, you will hold our children again.”

Our children.

You cling tightly to Eclipse for one moment. His eyes widen. Leaning up, you lay a kiss on the corner of his mouth and smear salty tears on his maw unwittingly. You hope he doesn’t mind. All the while, he holds very, very still.

“They’re my little chicks,” you whisper.

“They are,” he rasps softly. Eclipse holds you until the Sun and Moon finish eating. Their cries of attention are answered as the orca siren scoops them up, one by one, and places them in your arms.

Your family.

[pervcoded]

one flew over starring mitsuya takashi

content warning(s) domineering and controlling behavior. inappropriate behavior towards strangers/non-consensual touching. sexual discussions. mentions of human trafficking. stalking (minor). mitsuya is a bird hybrid. gn!reader

He notices you at the mall.

Harpy's eyes see all, and you’re too busy looking nervous, showing your less interesting friends how cute your ass looks, that you don't perceive him at all.

Ones who are as doe-eyed, pathetic, and as precious as you.

Mitsuya reckons it's jealousy. It’s not like humans are all bad.

He can concede that your people are weaker than him - hell, he could probably tear your pillowy flesh to ribbons with a flex of his talons, flap a wing and send you colliding to the ground with the force of the gale, but you humans have your own uses, individual purposes.

He's worked with humans as a fashion designer. Mostly assistants; coffee picker-uppers and donut deliverers and chauffeurs. Models of your kind aren't common.

But it's not impossible- sometimes a flower blooms from the concrete, and he's seen beautiful humans before. He's seen them naked, clothed, bouncing on his cock, but none of them were worth stopping and staring at.

None of them were worth more than a polite nod or a 'Thank you, sweetheart,' - perhaps a 'good pet' if they squeeze down on him just right.

The thought of them didn't roost, slinking out of the grooves of his mind. He normally wouldn't be caught dead yearning for some human.

Good thing nobody's minding him now, then.

After seeing you, the thought of keeping you feels a little more romantic. Pleasant to the ear. A gift to the self - wholly indulgent in every sense of the world because

You, against the backdrop of the world, are a sky full of shimmering gold - the muse that’s eluded him all his natural life. Remarkable figure, this natural charm about your aura. You're demure, sweet even, fussing about your friend's outfits even if you've tragically outshined them.

You have star potential. He can imagine you in his latest sets, a permanent fixture in his private studio - even outfitted with your own little stage.

He quickly makes up his mind about it, and steps into your bubble. He’s as quiet as a wink ‘cause you don’t notice him until you mind his shadow eclipsing you, stepping back in abject horror as you turn to behold him. Terrifyingly beautiful.

Buying humans is usually easy - when they have handlers.

You’re stood; stuck and stupid and gaping and gawking and he thinks it's something he should charge your owner more for, before he notices the lack of identification tag on you. Your friends fade into background and shadow as he makes you do a few turns.

You’re clumsy! Adorable, but inexperienced. Can’t even look at him without sweating - pupils dilating, desperate for something to land on that isn’t his face. He cups your chin as delicately; a collector examining fine china.  Feathers cling to his elbows and arms; frame an alien face.

“Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, human?” He chats too casually. Your lips quiver in place, his eyes narrowing derisively. “Speak when you’re spoken to, yeah? It’ll be good for you to learn to respect your betters.” He touches the top of your head, extremely comfortable for a man you’ve met less than a minute ago.

Forgive you for being a little stunned, you suppose. “O-okay,” The way he smiles down at you makes you feel even more uncertain. You’re a quick learner, that’s great. He straightens up, applies light pressure to your head. “And?”

You nearly draw your eyes down in confusion but try to remain neutral faced as you ponder what he could possibly want. The pressure grows as you take your time, your legs trembling ever so slightly under the weight of his claw. You’re teary by the time you’re pushing out a petrified, “...thank you?” and he laughs genuinely, bending down to your height. It dawns on you in this very moment how tall he is. His smile twists his face, would look more at home on a cat.

“Are you asking me? Or ya telling me?”

“T-telling, sir.” He coos affectionately at the honorific, talons skimming along the fat of your cheek. Something damp trickles down your face. 

“Good.” 

He’ll work on fixing your stutter later.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀TOKREV/BANNER ART by @/KenWakui

all content written by me @ciematis, is owned by me, and you are not allowed to repost or translate my works. don't put my shit into ai generators, don't steal my shit and put it on wattpad. thank you.

[missterious-figure]

You got the baby crow, now you get the mama crow!

Meet Genesis the Crow, mother of Tia! Former performer of the casino and highly regarded mother figure to younger harpies, she now helps out with caring for the young harpies while their parents are out performing and stuff. She seems short but is 5’10 to 6 feet tall (although she is small compared to other harpies lol-) Her feathers be mostly black, some may be white and her eyes be a bright yellow color. She is a chill, calm and hardworking woman who likes helping out those around her, considering them her family. Is often tired but that is part of her charm. Is unfazed whenever Tia runs off once the casino closes and is like ‘Ah shit, here we go again’ and has to go on a little hunt for her baby. Depending on how long the casino has been around, she could have been around since the beginning of it or is at least one of the oldest harpies of the place (she is in her 40s). I am unsure how old Sun, Moon and Eclipse are but if they are in their 20s or so, she probably helped take care of them when they were chicks. Sorry, I just love giving her the role of mom to many, she just such a good mother (and it be Mother’s Day when this ask be sent anyway-) Is always there for when anyone needs a shoulder to cry on and be a gentle soul, to harpies and humans alike. Of course, she would not hesitate in scolding them if they were to do something dumb. She would get along with Y/N quite well and be amused at Sun, Moon and Eclipse’s attempts to woo them.

Hope ya like the Mama Bird!

What a sweet mama!! I love a good motherly figure type character!! Also fitting for today, as you mentioned!

[blizzardstarx]

random ass post but i felt like making a post about all of my ocs’ sexual orientations/gender identities for pride month!! @castiels-destiny

the ones that arent on here are probably because i forgot or theyre straight

Aura: Non-binary, Gay, Aroace

Harpy: Bisexual

Talon: Pansexual/Demisexual

Halfmask: Gay, Aroace

Raptor: Pansexual

Taqqiq: Panromantic, Cupiosexual, Demiromantic

Wildcat: Lesbian, Demisexual/romantic

Kauket: Pansexual, Polyamorous

Blizzardstar: Pansexual, Aromantic

Gingerstar: Bisexual

Snakestar (idk if ive mentioned him before but he’s Blizzardstar’s friend and leader of StoneClan): Omnisexual (masc preference), Aromantic

Eclipse (the cat): Lesbian

Paradox: Pansexual (Torrent is an ally)

Seashell: Lesbian, Demigirl

Dolphin: Bisexual

Shapeshifter: Pansexual, Genderfluid

Switch: Pansexual, Demiboy

Storm: Pansexual

Hopebringer: Unlabeled

Eclipse (the MoonWing): Bisexual

Knight: Pansexual, Aromantic

Dauntless: Aroace

okay thats all i can think of rn but theres probably more ocs that are too minor for me to count

[crazedauthor]

Hello. :) I found snippets of your siren au and really liked them but am having trouble finding other bits of the story. I saw mention of an ao3 storyline of yours with the same premise. Where might I find that? Thanks in advance for your time.

My siren au? Do you mean the drabble I wrote with baby Sun and Moon as sirens? If so, I have the full drabble here.

But the au itself actually belongs to @naffeclipse! They have many posts on their tumblr about it, as well as three different fics on AO3 featuring different versions of the same au, all with the same grabby, yet charming orca!siren Eclipse.

There's the main one: Apex Polarity

One with a harpy reader and baby Sun and Moon: Cardinal Instinct

And one with a leopard seal reader and their baby: Soft Underbelly

All of them are wonderful and I highly recommend them, starting with Apex Polarity for the best set-up for Eclipse. So if you like them, go love on Naff! They're an incredible writer!

[cyberaxolotl]

The Snaktooth Island Disappearances: Chapter 2

Warnings: Major character death, horror, non-explicit death

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“The following documents are classified.

This is [&/:$):?/?/&@] writing for [\£?%], continuing to report on the disappearances on Snaktooth Island. Investigators, after thoroughly searching, located a locked box hidden underneath a palette of drying herbs inside of a gazebo. Forcing it open, investigators found it was full of written letters and envelopes, though no letters were inside of the envelopes. These letters are written as being for “Harpy” or “Harpila” and signed by Shellsy, one of the fourteen to go missing on the island. After checking our records, “Harpy” seems to be “Harpila Teachsafe,” Shelly’s lawfully wedded wife. We cannot put together a timeline of when these were written as Shellsy did not sign any dates. Select amounts of these letters have been passed to me for observation and documentation, and I will copy them now.”

Dearest Harpy,

Happy birthday, my love. I’m terribly sorry that I cannot be there for you on your special day, but I promise, once I am home, I will make it up to you. I know these letters cannot make it to you until I return, but you’ve always loved looking over my sentiments from when I’m away, so I hope these will be enough. How happy I am to have seen thirty-five of your birthdays with you, and even if this one I have missed, I know the mother is celebrating with you for me.

Your wife, Shellsy

P.S. Chandlo wishes you a happy seventy third as well.”

“This letter has been included due to it being the only mention of a date we can find. Mrs. Teachsafe’s birthday is October 13th, close in date to October 15th, where previous important documentation began. We can assume these letters follow a vaguely similar timeline to Ms. Winklesnoot’s journal. Unfortunately, due to its importance to the case, we cannot pass this letter onto Mrs. Teachsafe.”

Dearest Harpy,

Is the autumn weather treating you well? I’ve noticed the sun starting to set earlier, and with the chill in the air, I’m sure things are getting cold over there as well. Remember to take your medication before bed, I got you the schedule before I left for a reason.

The doctor returned to our town today. I am surprised, I didn’t expect her to return without her wife, but it’s better for her down here than up there. Even if she is frightened by me, I’m glad to see her well.

How is everyone at the prayer meetings doing? I do hope you’ve still been attending, everyone there loves the way you cook for it.

Your wife, Shellsy

Dearest Harpy,

The sun didn’t rise on the island until noon today. I’d only expect that of mid-winter, but somehow, it’s risen so late in the middle of fall. Everybody here woke up late because of it, and I am no exception. Chandlo and his companion are putting up lampposts all around town to make up for lost sun, and I appreciate their efforts, but I don’t expect that to help anyone wake up earlier.

Stay safe and stay warm, my love.

Shellsy

Adding on, the sun set at 6pm. What could be happening here? This did not happen last year.

Dearest Harpy,

Two days passed of the sun rising at noon, and today, it did not rise at all. I felt an extreme chill take me over before I awoke, and when I did, it was not remedied. The mayor started a bonfire and gathered everyone around to speak of it; but not even the three smartest minds on the island had a clue. I would expect the historian to know something at least, but she did not.

I feel cold when I walk from the fire to my gazebo and back. Even with all of the lights, it is as though the darkness is penetrating me. The mother is putting me through a test of will, and even if it hurts, I will not back down.

I hope you are safe, my love.

Shellsy

Dear Harpy,

Another day without the sun. Is an eclipse happening at home as well, my love? I cannot imagine how scary it might be, and I wish I could be there with you.

I was provided with a very large amount of candles today, and a medium of lighting them. As little warmth as they provide, they are still light, and light is better than nothing. I was given the offer to go into a hut with one of the others rather than stay in my gazebo alone, but I declined. I gave myself the duty of staying in open air, and I will complete that duty.

I will go through this event with you in my mind, Harpila.

Shellsy

Dear Harpy,

The journalist went out to gather bugsnax for all of town. The farmer has been rationing sauce out to everybody, and it makes me glad that I have not been overtaken by temptation. As cold as it is, the darkness is oddly welcoming, in a foreboding sense. As though it is beckoning me, and when I go to it, nothing else will matter. Is the mother calling me out to her? Did she bring this fog down upon us? If only I had you here with me, so we could study her scripture together and feel her warm light.

Shellsy

“A crumpled, slightly burnt letter was found underneath the gazebo. It was the only one of its kind, and we are unsure of where it fits, so we will copy it here.”

the mother’s divine light cannot save me from this hexed cold

i feel the chill every moment that a fire is not blazing

a call, it is a call

it begs for me to join the ceremony

it tells me that the oldest go first

that i am special

i do not believe it, but i chose this for myself

i do not want to do this alone

but nobody is by my side

“The next letters were filled with misspellings that have been fixed for documentation, and the handwriting was missing several elements.”

Dear Harpila,

The mayor did not start a fire today. I suppose it must be exhausting to try to wake up and start it every morning.

Do you remember our last camping trip, with the worship group, my love? How the children would race to be the first ones to the fire in the early morning, because they knew that the food we would be served would be fulfilling, and how they ran back to the cabins at night. I remember you saying they helped you get up early to cook, it made you feel better to do it when there were so many smiling faces. What I’d give to see the shine in your eyes like that morning again is worth more than every snak on this island.’

I haven’t seen the journalist in three days. If they return, I do hope the fire is ready for them. I wouldn’t want them to think we’ve disappeared.

Abrázame en tu corazón, mi amor.

Shellsy

“The spanish in the previous letter translates to “Hold me in your heart, my love.””

Harpila,

I fear for my own safety now. I have never been colder in my life, these old bones and my fur cannot handle the chill of the dark. Whenever I look into the darkness, something stares back.

I feel as though this is coming to an end. The darkness… I swear, it is alive. It crawls towards my candles, it will put them out if I am not careful. It will bite if I go into it.

The old are the first to go after all, it would seem.

I hope you are happy at home, Harpy. May the mother protect you, knowing that she has let go of me.

“We are unsure if Mrs. Woolbag actually passed away after writing this letter, but it is the last one she wrote. The lack of dated times has made it difficult for us to determine what happened and when, and if it truly lines up with the writings from Ms. Winklesnoot.

We have decided to not count these writings as important to the case. Mrs. Woolbag would have been seventy as of her disappearance, and due to her age, we cannot verify any of it being real and not just from a senile woman.

I will document any further findings. This is [&/:$):?/?/&@] signing off.”

[lampmanliveblogs]

Maybe it’s just because I’m kinda nervous and anxious, but I couldn’t help but laugh at this image. Take a look at Adrian Graye Vernworth next to Belos there. One might be tempted to point out that his hair looks messy and unkempt, probably because he’s still recovering from the effects of Gus’ trauma spell.

Screw that though! Why is he so tiny!? Look at him! He looks so small next to Belos, I can’t-

Like, you guys don’t understand, this is hilarious to me. I am legitimately laughing at this one single still image.

Geez, with those bags under your eyes, I should be calling you Fifty Shades Darker.

(I have now referenced two out of four books in the Fifty Shades franchise, which is two more than I ever thought I’d do. At this rate, I should add it to the bingo card)

…wait, can’t you just use an illusion or one of those disguise stones…?

Oh, and Belos switched up the arrangement last minute. Instead of being flanked by Eberwolf and Darius, Eda-as-Raine is now surrounded by Adrain Graye Vernworth and Terra. This is not good. Eda’s harpy mode is good, but I don’t know that it’s good enough to take on Terra, especially not if she has Adrian Graye Vernworth to help. Not to mention the other four Head Witches not on the good side.

Belos draws this weird array connecting all of the Coven Heads to his circle in the middle. The larger circle has an eclipse symbol. Each line connecting the Head Witches to the inner circle has a unique symbol, to denote the kind of magic I assume.

And so… The Pumpkin King bids these lands farewell as he prepares to bring in the end of all that is.

You can now cross ”Double Whammy!” off your Lampman Bingo card, as the Pumpkin King nickname is a song reference.

Ah, I see who it is that taught Kikimora how to properly perform a strategic retreat, because he too decided that if it sucks… hit da bricks!!

I guess that whatever the plan is at the moment, it doesn’t require him to be in the tower anymore. Maybe he needs to be down here to prepare the portal for whatever part it will play in all of this. I was thinking that since he knew something was up, he was gonna stay up there to catch the interlopers himself, bring in the replacement she has and then continue the spell after another speech about the evil of wild magic and wild witches.

I gotta say, end of the world or not, those were some pretty lights. You all know I’m weak for some pretty lights.

[sigery]

Me thinking about my characterizations between AUs

Will I ever actually finish writing something?

Quick 'summary' of relevant AUs

SCP Nesting Dolls Pouch Passenger (Naga!Moon + Harpy!Sun fic) Brother Location (Megaplex burned down, Sun and Moon move to a new location with its own daycare attendants) MCRaR (Mythical Creatures Retreat and Research, from my Ao3 fic) Mega Angst Naga Thing (Just me traumatizing the boys, mostly Glitch) Mershark Attack AU (Based off an ask Mango got)

Sun

Doll- The first. Tries to be a sunshine boy. Anxious. Loves kids, picky about adult friends. Excitable. 10ft, has the power of 'imagination'. Pathological liar after killing his mother's death. Doesn't like being alone, all but physically attached to Moon

PP- Happy harpy boy. Murders two humans to feed Moon. Passive aggressive. Smarter than he seems. Kicked Monty's ass once and will do it again. Tries to be positive. Moon's ride or die. Affectionate.

MCRaR- Sweet. (Spent most of the time unconscious) Only one that really tried to connect with Glitch

BL- A bit wary (big changes in his life). Very excited to have Moon back though. Adopts Lunar almost immediately. Daytime/playtime attendant.

Mega Angst Naga Thing- He is reader's emotional support animal (that's the only thing I have so far)

Moon

Doll- The second. Mischievous at times. Protective, specifically of Sun. Can hypnotize/compel people (go to sleep, tell the truth, forgot this). Mostly level headed.

PP- Tired and stressed. He likes his siblings and maybe 2 other people. Protective and a little possessive (don't take Sun away, he will destroy everything)

MCRaR- Is a snake naga. (he is only mentioned currently)

BL- Virus free, but still doesn't trust himself fully. Anxious. Minor insomnia (so many nightmares). Also naptime attendant (2nd nap) as well as security.

Mega Angst Naga Thing- (probably exists)

Eclipse

Doll- The fourth. Mostly serious. Protective. Can harden his body to be unbreakable to protect siblings. Also has a pocket dimension to hide people or things in (probably will kill you if you aren't approved by him directly or knowingly stored by one of his brothers)

PP- Keeps unintentionally adopting children. Stoic, protective. Big.

MCRaR- Thinks humans are very fragile (Very very protective of human reader). Seems stoic. Warm dragon man.

Mega Angst Naga Thing- Pre adoption, he was in an underground 'dog fighting' ring. Missing an arm (down to 3) and an eye (down to 1) because of it. Previously very cautious... has mellowed out. Protective of reader as well as Sun and Moon

Glitch

Doll- The third. True Gremlin. Can't sit still for long. Keeps collecting animals (currently has 3 snakes and a coyote). Will accidentally destroy most tech probably (Pre incident he was more toned down and curious about everything… his sense of wonder was ruined from the incident).

PP- A sad baby. Very clingy at the moment. Will be a spoiled brat.

MCRaR- Feral and frustrated. Very attached to Sun. Can't speak English so can't really communicate with reader. A bit isolated due to being (mostly) water bound.

BL- (Previously known as Solar) A mess. Sometimes he is mischievous and fun… other times he is giggling non stop and just torn someone's limbs off. other other times he is a sobbing mess because he can't control himself. Good dad ("Do as I say, not as I do"), very protective. Kind of controlling (mostly to protect people from himself). Decent mechanic (built BM). Doesn't like the endos.

Mega Angst Naga thing- Hella traumatized. VERY controlling. Very possessive. Can get very aggressive. Lunar is basically his self control teddy bear. Probably cries himself to sleep a lot, if he sleeps at all. Major trust issues. Partially deaf. Will have a meltdown if he learns he hurt someone close to him ("oh god, I'm just like my abuser"). Definitely needs therapy

Mershark Attack AU- Nomadic, accidentally adopted two kids. Mostly chill, very protective of Lunar and BM as they are small and 'vulnerate'

Lunar

Doll- Newest/Fifth sibling. Can't speak yet. His personality is still developing but so far he is happy and excitable. Very attached to the others, can't be alone.

BL- Glitch's brother and previous partner at the daycare. Quiet time/naptime attendant (1st nap). Soft boi. Worries a lot. Excitable. Probably a crybaby. Possessive of anything relating to Solar Glitch after 'losing' him. Was anxious about Sun and Moon's arrival but he warms up very quickly.

Mega Angst Naga Thing- Was pushy in getting close with Glitch but also 'submissive' enough that he didn't 'threaten' Glitch. Codependent with Glitch, nearly starves himself when separated from Glitch. A people pleaser, will bend over backwards to conform to his chosen's needs. Glitch's pouch is his safe space. Also definitely needs therapy.

Mershark Attack AU- Was an orphan scavenger before becoming Glitch's taglong. Mostly self-sufficient. Small but quick. Is kind of a barnacle once Glitch 'adopts' him.

Blood Moon (BM/Scarlet)

BL- A lil shit but quiet? Technically programmed to be a child, he is also mature. Will kill for Glitch's honor. Adores Lunar. Likes Moon. On the fence about Sun (Kind of his dad's replacement). Cuddlebug.

Mershark Attack AU- A baby. Anxious and shy. Nervous about Glitch at first, warms up quick though.

[ketavinsky]

hi so i did a quiz you linked and got 'day.' where is this character/deity from? super interesting that the daytime is so incandescent so i gotta know more

!! Hello! Finally i have some time to rant and rave about my boy, my scorching sun, my droughtsummer divinity! Day, and the rest of the deities from that quiz, are from my longstanding novel project that is very tentatively called In the Old World, the Stars Spoke to Each Other.

Chucking a readmore here because I really need to get my thoughts out about this dude, seeing as he's more or less the pivot around which the whole series revolves, as well as the foundation of the magic system asdjgkl.

Day is one of five gods of the Sect of Silent Spaces; the others, as mentioned in the quiz, are Dawn, Dusk, Night, and Twilight. Twilight, a sea goddess, is by far the youngest, Dawn and Dusk are siblings, and Night and Day are in consistent conflict over who is older than who. I had some big ideas over them representing Space and Time respectively, once upon a time.

Day is essentially a sun god and is by far the most powerful out of all the deities in this universe because he can actually act for himself. There is another, Starface, who is an avatar for the universe itself, but it is confined to the void of space due to its inability to be contained on a mortal plane, and as a result can only act through hosts or conduits. So he's kind of a big deal! The lore for this is split into five chapters, with the actual novel series occurring in Chapters Four and Five (Eclipse and Black Hole Sun), but Day's actions in One to Three (which are set between the Qin and Qing dynasties) are pretty pivotal to how things go!

In his original form, he is a six-armed locust harpy young-god prodigy gilded king, paragon above all his peers, neither a good nor just deity, but not necessarily an unkind one either. He's a whimsical little dude, a manifestation of entropy with heavy motifs of circles and cycles.

I took... a long time to answer this ask because I was digging around for my original concepts for him, and this is from 2014 and so wildly outdated, but probably gives a decent feel for the kind of creature that he was. A common theme in all of his iterations is that he doesn't have a face, per se: look upon Day and you are likely to see the gilded skull of a cadaver, a flurry of locust wings, three hyena heads, an electric concentric halo, a melting pool of bronze, a cluster of blinking eyes. 

He's also one of those "look too long and you'll go mad" types, which while being something that he can't help, does factor into his cruelty later on.

Phew, the 2014 draft. Messy stuff, rivalled only by the 2016-2017 draft, which is truly a shitshow. Anyways. This is the most up-to-date draft I have of what Day looks like, from a scene where Dawn is visiting Day.

His realms are in deserts and waterfalls and long boundless places where the wind seems to rush in from other times and worlds and planes of reality, and the lengths of his cloak appear to be crafted from glass but they are in fact mirages of the future ever-expanding and distorting. Granted, Day is not a deity who is particularly concerned with fate, stability, order- those are the dominion of his wife, Dusk. 

Dusk is stillbirth and bone graves and overgrown valleys devoid of mortal interference; Day is chaos and lightning storms and the smell of rain so thick that it lingers in your nose and your mouth and seems to whisper with your tongue something is coming, something is going to happen, something's already happened, it's on its way. Those who enter his presence will become disoriented, lost in what has already happened or premonition for what is going to happen. Time itself flows strangely around him, and there's a lot of looping in Chapters One to Three. The five deities make the same mistakes and live the same half-lives, over and over again, with Day at their center, gradually but unmistakably decaying.

Most relevant to the whole showdown is Chapter Three, aptly named Daybreaker, where he completely loses his shit. The five all revolve, narrative-wise, around ideas liiike divinity and humanity blurring together, the hypocrisy of deities who demand perfection and damn their mortal subjects for failing to live up to this ideal despite being hilariously imperfect themselves, the search for beauty in the eternal where the joy of life is in fact in mortal transience; the failure of these divinities to realise this. Despite being an entity of entropy, Day develops a deep disdain for mortal beings due to their inability to make any meaningful change on his scale; despite being a locust god, he likens humanity to a massive swarm of roiling, thrashing, blind-and-hungry insects, and he starts to hate them for it. 

Day cannot tolerate stagnancy; Day cannot bear the idea of himself unable to change; Day resents that he contains the enormity of possibility inside of him, but he can't do anything meaningful with it. He cannot alter fate, he cannot create, he can distort and disrupt and fuck around and find out but cannot give any of it meaning. He is a disembodied god in a confusing, horrifying world who can't die, unlike Dawn who, as a phoenix, can kill and resurrect himself, and Dusk who is basically undead. He has no will to go on as he is and he cannot create any new meaning for his existence because that, the creation of something out of nothing, is a skill that is restricted to mortals with their inconsequential lifespans and bizarre appetites, and he hates it. It takes quite a few... dynasties for him to realise this, and a lot of... honestly vitriolic disruption and unneeded advice from the other four that becomes a major plot point later, but all in all-

By the end of Chapter Three, Day becomes a hateful spitfire god that resolves to devote himself to destruction if he cannot create. Locust lord, Apollyon-alike, Abomination Almighty, the center of an atrocity. This is the Day that the quiz revolves around! He reckons that what he does is cathartic; the rest of the world is rightfully horrified and decides that he's a massive fire hazard. 

After he completely loses control over his form, Dusk eats her own heart, a symbolic gesture as she cannot afford to waste time mourning her husband, and she and Night imprison him in the core of the earth.

And then Chapter Four/the Age Where the Stars Stopped Speaking, starts, which I am actually writing for. Due to the fact that he’s trapped in the core of the earth with 1000 chains and tassels and binding scripture, he doesn’t interact with people much until the final act, but he can possess his secretary, the Chimera, to talk to people.

I wouldn’t call him a villain in the actual novel until... well. Much Later. The current outline for the final act is that Dust releases Day from his prison, and he is given the vessel amalgamation of his secretary and his younger son, Obeir, the porcelain giant. And then he lives in their body as a Biblical angel-esque creature. I have a tag for him that’s called I think Ramiel of the Wretched!

However, Day’s eldest child, Ofluxe, and his court, are the main villains for most of the novel! Ofluxe is inspired by the alchemical magnum opus and perfect union of man and woman, the Rebis, and his whole thing is that he was stolen from his mother when Day started becoming malevolent, but ended up inheriting Day’s great rage and misanthropy anyways. Day did not become a malevolent god until quite late in his life; Ofluxe kind of speed-runs the whole process.

But, yeah, Day doesn’t make his huge appearance until Chapter Five. As the story revolves around Dawn’s eldest daughter, Minuet, who was Day’s mentee up until Daybreaker, and Night’s sons, the majority of his appearances are interactions with them. I have no idea how to link documents and I haven’t posted these scenes anywhere so here’s a draft dump of Day interacting with Minuet, with Night as a buffer.

Silly-billy Day dialogue:

And this is a draft of a scene, also between Day and Minuet, that occurs in Chapter Five/Black Hole Sun, when he’s been stuffed into his new body.

It’s mostly just them yelling at each other. Day does a lot of yelling and complaining in ancient languages. This is the only scene I really have where he’s not yelling, and it’s from a flashback sequence from Dawn going to meet Day.

But, yeah, here’s my guy! My he/they/it king. My sweet cheese, my rotten divinity, my bad-time boy. 

I regret that I don’t currently have any art of him because he is... very difficult to draw, buuuut I do have some AI-generated shots of him that come very very close, especially in his Ramiel of the Wretched form, that I might post at some point. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!

[hahskeleton]

the wisps!!

BEHOLD; Wisp!Lunar and Wisp!Jack!!

their lore blow…. :)

These two are in fact brothers and they are wisps! Spirits that were once humans that were killed and became one with the forest!! They live together in a VERY large tree deep, deep in the forest several miles from where your village and your cottage is. They are fairly small little creatures, both being about a foot and a half tall, but Lunar— having been the oldest— is about an inch or two taller than Jack.

Lunar and Jack are responsible for balance in the forests and are also responsible for magic being used by humans, which is all contained in a little journal buried away in your attic. (Guess who finds the journal. I’ll give you two guesses)

Eventually, you’ll get to a part in the fic where you do in fact find out how Lunar and Jack died and who killed them. Bonus fact: Lunar and Eclipse have some beef….

if you have questions about these two or any of my harpy boys din’t be afraid to ask! I love asking questions you guys have!

[greatsweet98]

Top 10 Defining Moments Happened On "Eclipse Lake" According To Fans

Spoilers ahead! ⚠️🤚

10. Willow & Gus listening to Korean hip-hop and "24hrs of whale music" at the same time, while they're not aware of the cooking pot on the stove. (honorable mentions to Gus discovering lo-fi stuff)

9. Another flashback footage from Philip Witterbane explaining about the Eclipse Lake. (So Philip has been to Eclipse Lake before)

8. Hunter & Amity discussing to each other about "what they both have in common". (I really want these two to get along, but I know they won't)

7. Eda trying to turn herself into her "harpy-monster form" while Owlbert almost gets hurt. (poor OWLBERT NOOOOO)

6. Hunter constantly getting "teased" by Eda & King.

5. Amity making that funny face while discovering a Dragonball "fan-made" disk of Eda's. (I guess Eda's a fan, huh?)

4. Hunter betraying Amity just for going to the eclipse lake by himself. (I hope Hunter will redeem himself.)

3. Luz hugging Amity for being back home from adventure and telling each other that they're girlfriends to each other (honorable mentions that they said "girlfriend" about like 5 times), while King gets jealous because he didn't get a hug from Luz until a few seconds later after King's jealousy complaint.

2. Emperor Belos's revelation of his face. (I swear these kinds of TOH stans are gonna be losing their mind while saying "he's hot")

1. Hunter finding out that Amity has the portal key that causes both of them to fight.

Which ones are your favorite?

[naffeclipse]

I saw all those harpy Penguin posts and was like "I wonder if I could help or add something" when I noticed you wanted a name for it. Idk if you already have one but here is the essence of it I have so far in general.

Cardinal Instinct, or also words or phrases and concepts such as Nature vs Nuture, Core Instincts, Celestial Alingment, Harmonic Convergence.

Cardinal because it means most important or fundamental, and it is an aspect of the Zodiac signs with Cardinal, Fixed and Muted nature's based on the cycles of seasons and their phases of the start, the intrinsic bulk and the transitional conclusion.

It also is a play on Carnal, similar to how Apex Polarity is both a play on the phrase Apex Predator and Polarity with Polar, or maybe even also just with the Poles. It is also a reference to Cardinal directions, which are the defined and known directions on a compass, they are the familiar and known paths that are often taken because they form our understanding of the world and everything in it. But although they are the most formal they are most certainly not the only ways.

This references how Eclipse and PenguinHarpy!Y/N are both following their Instincts but also are in a situation where they are coming into question. They are both trying to care for the babies, but Penguin Y/N shouldn't by the technical detail of them not being Harpies but Orca Mer young, while it makes more sense for Eclipse to be compelled to tend to them. But Eclipse Is also bending the situation when he refrains from just following that direct line of instinct, naturally arriving at the typical bloody conclusion.

While nurture is what compelled our Harpy Y/N to take these 2 baby mers under their wings literally, it's up to Eclipse to either follow the vein straight to the scent of blood at the end or deviate from nature's course and answer in kind. The heart flows both in and out, and it's nature is as entrenched in its deep and darker reaches as it is swathed in the warmer and brighter patterns where the light touches.

But we all know at the end of the day if Eclipse gets what he wants he's taking a birdie home along with the two newly adopted children.

On another note I also did ponder over the concept of Sun and Moon being in the same universe as Apex Polarity, and my interpretation/idea was Sun being a Beluga and Moon being a Narwhal. Beluga fits Sun's personality quite a bit, but I will admit I cannot imagine how the heck you'd be able to fit that goofy-ass horn on Moon. I just wanted to mention this for the mental image of magical sea unicorn Moon and musical sea canary Sun for fun.

I love Cardinal Instinct! It flows well, has lots of thought and meaning behind it, and mirrors the structure name of Apex Polarity! I'd love to use that for the AU title if you don't mind!!! The dynamics of Orca!Eclipse and Penguin Harpy!Y/N are so well defined and explored within a few paragraphs, I'm in awe!

(He's absolutely taking a birdie home along with his babies)

That's so cute!!! A natural musical ability and a beautiful white and yellow tipped tail for Sun, and a majestic tusk for Moon with a tail of deep blue mottled with white markings like stars! I'm pondering some kind of sea shell or maybe even twisting his tusk into a head cap instead of a large canine tooth.

Regardless, these two would be much more mild-mannered with our lovely photographer, though no less interested in Y/N.

Excellent thoughts all around; I'm chewing on your every word!

[pleasantanathema]

Pairing: Tetsurō Kuroo x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Consensual non-con (reader and Kuroo have agreed together to engage in a consensual non-consensual situation), degradation, rough sex, dirty talk, biting, choking, hair pulling, mentions of blood, spit, and smoking cigarettes

Word Count: 6k

A/N: This is a collab piece for the The Smut Pile Mafia Collab hosted by myself, @present-mel, and @linestrider​

You can find all the other wonderfully creative and smutty pieces on our masterlist!

And thank you @present-mel​ for this beautiful banner 💕

           Kuroo always took pride seeing you on stage, especially when you wore those provocative gowns that he bought for you. He sat back in his chair, one arm crossed across his chest while the other nursed a glass of bourbon to his lips. Tonight, you were more sensual than he’d seen you before, your hands cupped around the microphone, hips swaying as you sang. You were a harpy culling her crowd. The designer dress was dripping from your curves, every seam crafted to hug your body. He couldn’t keep his eyes off your waist, couldn’t keep his eyes off the high cut of the slit that exposed the smooth flesh of your thigh. He knew every man in that room was doing the same, all of them lost to the delirium of melody, but none of them got to have you like he did.

           You never asked for the dresses, or the shoes, or the pearls, or his favorite color of lipstick; no, you never asked for anything, his seductive little songbird. But you always said thank you, a peculiar glint in your eyes that he knew you saved only for him.

           His station in life as the leader of the Nekoma Mafia allotted him any woman he wanted in Tokyo—and he had plenty of playthings, but you? You were his favorite. You always fucked him like you loved him, let him do anything he pleased and still begged for more. But then you’d always let him go; there was no pleading, no big eyes and pouty lips begging him to stay the night. You let him be who he was, let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to, never asked where he was or what he did or who he killed, and it was your indifference to him that kept him coming back.

          He wanted to make you beg for him to stay, but tonight, he wanted you to beg for him to stop.

         Your voice rang in his head unconnected to the lyrics you were singing.

         You can force me to fuck you any time you want, Tetsurō—god his name sounded good in your mouth, even in his thoughts—surprise me one night. I’ll say no, I’ll fight back, but only stop if I say our safeword.

         The two of you had this conversation a few months ago and, at the time, he hadn’t thought much of it, still too blissed out after fucking your face underneath his desk. You’d still been swallowing his cum when he mentioned how he liked to take control of you like that, all rough hands and violent kisses that left bruises even on your cheeks where he had pulled you in to suck his cock.

          But now, after too many weeks of being away from you on business, he’d had a lot of time for the exchange to settle into ruminations. He came here tonight with the full intention of forcing himself onto you after you stepped off that stage, and the image in his mind alone was enough to have him resituating his aching cock in his trousers.

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          Of course you spotted him in the crowd. He was unmistakable, black hair simmering beyond the heat of the stage lights. You couldn’t help but keep your eyes on him for a little too long at moments, excitement curling inside your belly.

          You hated to admit to yourself that you’d missed him, that you’d been looking for him within the throngs of people every night, just hoping to catch a glimpse of golden eyes and a loosened tie in his usual spot in the back of the nightclub.

          And there he was, eyeing you down like a predator would his prey, a grin so cavalier and catlike it made you shiver. The sleeves of his white dress shirt were already rolled up like he was prepared to sink his fingers into you at any moment.

          It was hard to focus on your set, hard to keep your attention on other members in the crowd. Your hands were sweating and you were glued to the microphone out of fear that, if you let go, you’d wander right off the stage and into his lap. It was an agonizing, and quite titillating, half hour of singing.

          You made a beeline to your dressing room in the back after taking a bow and blowing a few kisses, foregoing mingling at the bar with patrons. You needed to wash your hands, you needed to take a breath before you went out to see him, before you hurriedly texted him to come meet you.

          But he was already there, a fresh cigarette between thumb and forefinger as he lounged against the doorframe to your room.

         “Hey, kitten, been a while.”

          His voice had your hair standing on end, made you stumble in your stride.

         “Tetsurō,” a smile pulled at your cheeks, “you’re in my way.”

         “I would say give me a password, but I suppose a kiss will do.”

          You stood before him, plucking the cigarette from his fingers and pressing it to your lips for a drag. Your weight shifted to one heeled foot, your eyes never leaving his as you took a long inhale of the menthol and tobacco, the cherry of the cigarette growing hot.

          He reached for you, pulling you against him so his lips could capture the smoke, drinking in the taste. You both groaned at the contact, a voltaic hum syncing your bodies together. His lips were forceful, commanding, taking the lead and easily prying yours apart for him to explore the familiar home of your mouth. The action felt natural, but you could sense there was something unknown pent up inside of him.

          Your free hand fumbled with the doorknob behind him, the other holding the ashen cigarette at a safe distance away.

         “Mhm, did you miss me?” he mumbled against your lips, hand trailing down the satin of your dress to trace the slit at your thigh. Long, nimble fingers curled up to find your panties.

         “Not very much,” you were being cheeky, but he didn’t have to catch that.

         “Oh yea? Your pussy tells me otherwise.”

          A sharp moan erupted from your throat as his middle finger pressed against the dampness of your panties, his forefinger following and circling against your clit.

          “Fuck—get, get in the room,” you breathed, finally getting purchase on the knob and shoving him and his greedy hands into your dressing room.

           Kuroo snatched the cigarette back from your hand, taking in a pull before smothering it into the ashtray on the vanity built into the wall.

           You stood before the mirror, catching a flash of him moving behind you. You felt hot, a little overwhelmed, and you weren’t sure if it was the heat from the bulbs that lined the edges of your dressing table, or if it was his presence making you edgy.

          His hands were back on your hips as you removed your earrings and set them onto the table. His fingers were eager, one hand ghosting up your body to slide down the strap of your dress so he could kiss and suck at your neck and shoulder.

          “Shame you didn’t miss me,” there was a tonal shift in his voice, the timbre deeper, darker, “cause I sure did miss that pretty little mouth of yours.”

          His fingers dug into your jaw, roughly pulling your face to the side so he could nip at the corner of your lips.

         “Easy,” you warned, pressing your elbow back against him to get some space.

         “Easy? Oh kitten, there will be no easy, tonight. I haven’t had you in weeks, and I’m taking what I want.”

          Realization washed over you after a few heartbeats. You grinned against the fingers pressing into your cheeks, knowing and delighted.

          “Sorry, Tetsurō,” you added a vile bite to his name as you pulled your face from his grip, “I’m not interested tonight.”

         “Not interested?” he sneered, that wild, feline smirk back in its place.

          He was still behind you, pressing up against your back with fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh. He eyed you through the mirror. He looked menacing behind you, amber eyes narrowed and glowing within the reflection of yellow lights. You’d almost forgotten how big he was; his broad body dwarfed yours, meaty shoulders caging around you, strong, round biceps curling underneath your arms as he encircled you in a tight embrace. You were drawn to the moving hand on your leg, the entirety of his palm almost eclipsing your thigh as desirous fingers once again crept towards your pussy.

          “You should leave,” you meant for the words to sound serious, but there was clearly an underlying, breathy want within your voice.

          “Absolutely not,” he sunk his teeth into the juncture of your shoulder and neck, groaning at the taste of your skin, “I came here for you.”

           You held back your moan, struggling within his hold. Your hands flew over his, one on your thigh, the other on your stomach, bidding to pry off his ironclad fingers.

          “Get off me.”

           He only pulled you deeper into him, his grip tighter, teeth harsher. You winced at the pain of his bite. You struggled again, panting as you found no fruition to your efforts. God he was strong, and he was barely using any of his power to hold you.

           You stepped a heeled foot onto his, jamming the stiletto into the leather of his shoe. He hissed and shoved you forward, sending your hips to knock into the edge of the vanity.

           “I said get off me!”

           You thought he’d hesitate, that he would take a moment to see if you really meant it, but you were mistaken.

           He was into the game now.

          “I like it when you’re feisty, kitten.”

           You turned around to say something, but he was already on you, already one step ahead. The moment you turned, he had you in his arms, using his strength to lift you up onto the hot vanity.

          “Tetsurō—!”

          “Oh, shut up, you little slut, I know you want me, there’s no need to hide it.”

           His hands were on your legs, in your dress. Too easily he tore at the fabric, the threads snapping like crackling fireworks against your skin. You gasped, pressing your hands against his shoulders, pushing at him with a genuine amount of strength to which he didn’t budge.

           “Fuck, you can’t just—”

           “Yes, I fucking can,” he scoffed, continuing to tear at the seam that lined the side of your gown, “don’t forget who spoils you.”

           “Yea, a fucking mob boss,” you slighted, digging your nails into his wrist as if that would stop him.

            He slapped your left cheek, hard, quick, like the fast swipe of a panther swatting at restless prey. Your neck swung to the side and you moaned, deep and strained from your chest. Your face throbbed, blood welling under your smarting skin like it was trying to figure out what happened and how to dull the pain, even though the pain was blossoming into pleasure.

            “I’m someone who could end your life any time I want to, kitten. I can either hunt you down here or somewhere else, so I suggest you stop fighting.”

           The gown was finally tugged from your body, and what was left of its shape fell down to your sides, the fabric caught underneath where you sat on the vanity.

           With his hands free, he cradled your face, palms engulfing your cheeks. He forced you to look up at him. When you did, it brought you back to reality. He appeared wicked, enthralled, you could practically see thoughts churning inside his mind like the inner workings of a clock—he always was too smart for his own good, or, perhaps, for your own good. Your irises danced over the handsome planes of his face, over the feline curve of his eyes, over the full lips that you truly had missed feeling against yours. But you held yourself back; if he wanted to force you, you’d damn well let him.

           “You’re mine, all mine.”

           “No, I’m not yours. You don’t own me.”

           His thumb caught to the edge of your lips, keeping them parted.

          “Oh kitten,” he purred, sucking his tongue back into his mouth.

           Your heart began to race as you heard a swish.

           He spit down onto you, a slow, viscous string of saliva dripping from his mouth onto yours where he kept your lips pried open.

           “I do own you.”

            You tried to turn your face, but his hold was firm, keeping you from avoiding his territorial marking.

            “Stop,” your voice was weak.

            “Drink it all up like a good little girl.”

             He shoved himself between your thighs, getting even closer as he watched your eyebrows furrow while you obediently licked your tongue along your lips, gathering his saliva to gulp down.

             He groaned aloud at the sight, smashing his mouth down on to yours, wet and messy from spit. You didn’t kiss him back. You kept pressing back against his shoulders, trying to pull one of your knees up between your bodies to push him away, but he was quick. One of his hands snatched your thigh, roughly pressing it back down against the table to keep you in place. His mouth still worked against yours, hungry and ferocious, taking from you even though you weren’t giving anything back.

           You needed to do something before you gave into him, before you wrapped your arms around him and spoiled the fun. He was intoxicating, especially with one of his hands drifting around your back to unhook your bra with ease.

           One of your hands slid to his loosened tie, fingers entangling in the red fabric. You tugged, hard, attempting to force his mouth away from yours; he merely chuckled, continuing to pull at your own clothing, a little too effortlessly removing the cups of your bra from your breasts.

           As cool air swept over your exposed nipples, you shivered and groaned, attempting to swat away the strong hand reaching to grope one of them.

           You bit his greedy mouth, sharp and quick, catching his bottom lip between one of your canine teeth. He reacted immediately, shoving your head back against the mirror so harshly that a thick crack burst into the reflective glass.

           “Fuck!” it was both of your voices shouting together, you cupping your aching skull and Kuroo fingering his busted lip.

           “God you fucking bitch, you’ll pay for that.”

           Blood was slick down his chin, the plump flesh of his lip noticeably pierced and split.

           Your instincts were telling you to apologize, but you kept them at bay, choosing instead to take the moment to attempt to dash around his side towards the locked door. The remnants of your ruined dress fell to the floor as you quickly stood from the vanity, feet nearly tripping over one another in your heels.

           “Oh no you don’t!” He caught your upper arm, swinging your helpless body back towards his. The severity of his motions had your legs buckling underneath you, your balance completely lost. He caught you before you hit the floor, keeping his arms tight around your nearly naked body as he maneuvered you to where he wanted you.

           “Tetsurō,” your fingers were clawing into his forearms, feet dragging against the hardwood as he wrangled you to stand in front of him, “let me go.”

           You were startled to see yourself in the mirror, having already forgotten your nakedness. You both looked disheveled, wild, his normally pristine shirt wrinkled, the white collar soaking up the drippings of blood from his mouth. You had bite marks on your neck, dark and glaring against your skin, your breasts shaking as you struggled against his encroaching arms—it was sensual, to watch yourself wrestle against him, to see his smoldering eyes watching you just as intently in the mirror. You caught a glimpse of your panties, the rustling of your bodies against one another having pushed the fabric higher on your hips, and deeper within your sopping folds.

           One of Kuroo’s hands settled around your throat, using his fist as an anchor to keep your body still. His grip was harsh, fingertips solid but dormant against the sides of your neck, but there was the lingering threat that all he had to do was twist, squeeze, or press, and you’d never sing again, perhaps never leave this room again.

           “Do you know what normally happens to people who fight me?” he tilted your neck back in his hold, bringing your ear closer to his mouth.

           Your eyes stared at him through the reflection, your attention not leaving his face even as his free hand began to stroll across your body, fingertips tracing figure-eights on your stomach, climbing toward your breasts.

           “Answer me when I speak to you, slut.”

           “N-no,” it was hard to gulp underneath his palm, saliva pooling against your tongue, “I don’t know…”

           “Oh yes you do, you just don’t like thinking about it.”

           You could feel him smirk against your ear, see the catlike grin spreading like wildfire in the mirror.

           He groped your breast, fingers brutal against your sensitive skin, pressing into the fatty flesh with unbridled possessiveness. It was painful, making your back arch away from the touch and into his chest. But it was stimulating all the same, your nipple hardening and beckoning to be pinched, tugged, owned by his hand.

           “I kill the people who displease me, kitten,” he disclosed, admiring how large his hand looked against your breast as he kneaded your flesh. His knuckles were scattered with bruises, ring finger still forming a fresh scab from a recent altercation that required his fist. His skin looked barbaric compared to yours, scars and bruises against a fresh, smooth body.

           He captured your nipple, wringing it between thumb and forefinger. Your whine was stopped by his hand, trapped within your vocal cords and unable to emerge under his grip.

           “I could kill you so easily…” there was a pleasured grumble within his voice, bloodied mouth now kissing at the column of your neck between his spread fingers, “does that turn you on?”

           You tried to shake your head, your hands pushing at both of his forearms in an attempt to free yourself. He only clutched onto you more tightly, your nipple now stinging from pain, your vision blurring from the decreased oxygen to your brain.

           There was a panic brewing in your belly that you didn’t expect, true fear creeping up your spine. You knew you could mutter out your safeword and he would stop...or at least, so you thought. He looked lost within the mirror, bloodstained face almost drunk with power, his cock hard and nudging between your ass cheeks. He was getting high from this, and while you could feel a craving gnawing inside of you to give yourself up to him, there was also an edge of reality still pressing into your thoughts. Kuroo was dangerous, and if he wasn’t careful, if he crushed into your windpipe just a little too hard, and he’d have a mess on his hands, a dead plaything to throw in the dumpster behind the nightclub.

           “Do you know how many mouthy whores I’ve had to get rid of? I’ve learned it’s so easy to snap pretty little necks,” his fist grew tighter around your throat to emphasize his point.

           “Don’t say things like that,” you gasped, nails nearly tearing into the skin of his wrist.

           His hand released your breast, your skin hot and burning from his harsh ministrations. But the reprieve was brief, his fingers snaking down your body and into your panties. You jerked your hips backwards to avoid his touch, only to find yourself grinding against the fat cock straining against his pants.

           “I think you like what I’m saying,” he emphasized his words by running the pad of his index finger over your clit, your body shivering at his touch. He laughed in your ear, pressing his hips firmly against your body as you struggled to get out of his hold.

           His fingers were ruthless. He spread you apart, sliding between your shamefully dripping folds with quick ease. His palm was cupped against your sex, thumb shoved directly against your clit as the other long digits prodded your tight hole. You tried to clamp your legs shut, but his hand was more durable than you expected. There was no physical way you could wiggle yourself out of this situation, and that realization alone had a concoction of panic and pleasure toiling inside your belly.

           You bit your lip to stop the moans from bubbling out of your mouth.

           You’d always loved his fingers; they were long, thick, perfect for curling inside you and finding that fleshy patch against your inner walls that had you shaking and panting. Two of them pushed inside of you, your panties ruined and forgotten against your thigh. He wasn’t gentle. Each move of his hand was a satisfying jab into your pussy, jolts of hard pleasure racing up your spine. And his thumb was just as merciless. He twirled it in tight circles across your sensitive clit, the bliss turning hot under your skin.

           “Stop, stop, please stop, it’s too much!”

           He knew the words were a lie, he could tell by how your legs were shaking.

           You were Kuroo’s favorite instrument to play, he knew your melodies of ecstasy by heart. You might be able to cull him with that siren’s voice of yours, but he could string you along no other man could.

           Your slick was dripping against his fingers now, each squelching push of his fingers had you pressing farther into him. His cock was nestled perfectly between your ass cheeks and each convulsion of your body, every clenching, stimulated him just as much.

           “Fuck, no, no, you have to stop, Tetsuroō, please!”

           “Shut. Up.”

           His hand squeezed tighter around your throat, your eyelids fluttering at the increased loss of vision as your oxygen flow waned.

           Kuroo watched you in the mirror, watched how your stomach was tightening, your thighs clamping together, knees buckling together from his invasive touch. You could see him watching you behind your closing lids, could see his smirk growing like a weed in a garden.

           You felt his fingers begin to curve inside of you, wrist twisting to get the perfect angle. You were gasping, trying to catch short breaths beneath his hand before your inevitable fall.

           “T-tet—”

           You came hard and fast, the pleasure so blinding that you slumped within his hold, knees dropping to where the only thing holding your body up were his hands. Your cunt was aching, now cinching his fingers inside of you almost painfully. You cried out, sobbing at the intensity of it all, tears pricking at your lashes. Your body was humming, buzzing, almost like you’d left your skin and were hovering above your body in a cloud of euphoria.

           He kept pushing his fingers inside of you, thumb never ceasing against your clit.

           “Stop! Stop!” you were screaming it a little too loud now, if someone were to walk by your dressing room, they’d hear you. Kuroo’s hand flew to your mouth, finally giving your neck a reprieve from his monstrous grip. You exhaled shakily into his palm, your body calming down as his hand between your thighs came to a halt.

           “I’m not stopping, kitten. No one could stop me now. I think your filthy little body is finally warmed up enough for my cock, what do you think?” his voice was husky against your ear, breath fanning into your hair.

           “N-no! Anything but that, please don’t, Tetsuroō, please, I’m sorry!”

           Your words were muffled against his palm, tears now streaming into his hand.

           You didn’t expect that you could actually get yourself to cry—were you truly scared? Or had you fallen deeper into your role than you expected?

           Kuroo paid your sounds little mind.

           Your body was weak as he pushed you forward, hand releasing your face to grab the back of your head as he pressed your face into the vanity. Your legs were shaking, wobbly within your heels with your ass pressed into the air like this, your hands flat against the counter. You took a few moments to take deep breaths, your eyes focusing on the table. The ashtray was still lightly smoking from the half-smoked cigarette that had been shoved into it, your lipstick and earrings appearing like lost treasures drifting upon a sea out before you.

           You heard the clinking of Kuroo’s belt buckle behind you, felt his hand secure itself into your hair, keeping your face smashed against the vanity’s surface.

           Then his other hand was on your ass, kneading your flesh before smacking the rounded flesh. You winced, hissing between your teeth.

           “You’re a worthless whore, I don’t know why I even bother with you anymore.”

           That jab stung more than your smarting ass cheek.

           You whimpered, closing your eyes as you felt his hand pull at your panties, once again shifting them to the side so he could access your weeping pussy, already spent from your first orgasm.

           “Mhm, I can’t wait to see you cry when you're stuffed with my cock.”

           “Stop this, please. I’ll do anything else you want, I-I swear!”

           You felt the hot tip of his cock press against your folds, gathering your slick against his heated skin. You tried to angle your hips away, but Kuroo drew the back of your panties up into his fist, using them like reins to keep you in place.

           “I don’t think you understand, kitten. This is what I want.”

           He shoved his cock ruthlessly inside of you, the sharp pain of being spread racing across your nerves. You cried out, mouth hanging open against the cold countertop as his cock speared into your insides. But that pain quickly morphed into pleasure, his hips snapping up against yours with a ferocity that had moans spilling from your mouth even as you tried to stop them.

           Your body was bouncing from his actions, ass slapping against his unbuttoned slacks as he pounded inside of you. There would surely be cum stains against the threads once he was done.

           “Such a helpless little thing, aren’t you? Couldn’t stop me even though you tried.”

            And you had tried. You told him you’d fight back if he ever wanted to play like this, and you expected that you’d be able to stave him off to some extent. But you hadn’t been able to. Every attempt to run, to move, to get him to stop, had been futile. He was too strong, his will too powerful for you to overcome. And that’s what had you quaking beneath him; you’d truly fallen prey to him, and you knew that if this ever wasn’t play, he would probably use even more force against you. You were helpless, save for the trust you had in him.

           He kept a tight pull on your panties as he fucked you. His fingers were fisted around the fabric, pulling it tight against your skin, keeping it molded against your clit as his cock continued to barrel inside of you. Your walls were clamping down from all the sensations, fluttering with every thrust of his fat cock inside of you. You could feel that familiar, thick vein that ran along the underside of him rubbing against your pussy with every plunge. You felt stuffed, like your body was taking on more than you could handle.

          “St-stop,” it came out with a moan.

          “You know you love it,” he groaned, loud and deep and it made you shiver, “you love it when I treat you like the slut you are.”

           You weakly threw your hands behind you, hoping to claw at him, to throw him off his game, but all he had to do was fist his fingers into the roots of your hair and tug to get you to stop. You screamed at the searing pain, not used to him pulling your hair so roughly. Your neck arched back at the force, lifting your breasts from the cool table to bounce with his thrusts. Your hands were slick with sweat as you trained to gain purchase on the vanity, lewd sounds pouring from your mouth with every thrust of him inside of you.

          With his hand jerking your head back, now you could see him again in the mirror.

          He was grinning, that smear of blood still staining his lips, his chin. He looked wild, black hair tousled even more than usual from your tryst. The sight of him had your heart racing, blood pumping even faster to where your bodies were joined together. You loved that look in his eye, like at any moment he was going to devour you and spit you back out spent and needy. You felt violated, wrecked, but you knew he wasn’t going to stop soon.

          “You like watching, kitten? Like watching me stuff this pretty pussy of yours?”

           “I hate you,” you spit the words out like venom, narrowing your eyes at him through the reflection.

           “Say that again and I’ll slap you harder than I did earlier.”

            Your cheek stung with the memory of his palm.

            Before you could open your mouth again, he increased his pace, using the leverage of his hands in your hair and around your panties to slam you back into his cock as if you weighed nothing, as if you were nothing.

            Curses painted your lips each time his cock stretched you again, and again, and again, as the angle he pulled you into had his cock brushing against that sweet spot inside of you. Your underwear was pulled even tighter than before, each jostle of your bodies making the fabric rub against your swollen clit. The feeling of orgasm was growing again, your senses constantly being propelled into a state of bliss every time he took a deep stroke inside of you.

            “You think you’re special, don’t you? That’s why—fuck—you think you can tell me no? You’re just another whore to fuck,” he was growling, panting, “that’s all you are, you’re pathetic.”

             His words felt like acid on your skin, burning you, heating you in all the wrong ways, but your body loved it, soaked up every curse and slight and turned it into boiling pleasure.

            “Fuck, stop! I don’t wanna cum, I don’t wanna cum!”

            “You’re gonna cum, kitten. Cum so that little pussy gets tight enough to milk my cock.”

             You clenched your lower muscles, genuinely trying to avert the churning coil of pleasure inside of you, but all it did was make matters worse. Your pussy kept sucking him in, each thrust messy, loud, your ass slapping against his slacks and slick pooling down your thighs.

            “Oh you feel so good, feel so fucking good squeezing me like that.”

             That fresh praise had you coming undone. You felt him pull your panties even tighter against your curves, the fabric now almost cutting into your clit, and the sensation was all too much.

            “Tetsurō, Tetsurō, stop, stop, I-I’m cumming, stop!”

             It was more intense than before. You felt your whole body go numb, you watched as your mouth opened in a silent scream, every part of you trembling as the seams of sanity split with your orgasm.

             He didn’t stop, not even as he came inside of you, ropes and ropes of hot cum filling up your sloppy pussy and spurting out onto his clothes, onto your thighs. He was unrelenting, keeping you within the throes of orgasmic bliss with his cock plunging inside of you over and over again. His force had your underwear splitting in his fist, threads snapping against your ass as the cloth broke apart.

             The sound of your ripping panties had him slowing, now grinding his cock deep inside of your walls as you both came down from your highs.

             When your bodies finally came to a halt, he let go of your hair, allowing you to catch yourself with your palms flat to the vanity. You hung your head, trying to even out your breaths and let your heart rate calm down as your vision unblurred.

             You could hear him panting behind you, then finally felt his spent cock slip out of you, trails of cum and slick falling against your thighs.

             You finally began to move, reaching between your legs to pry the remnants of your panties away from your cunt, letting the ravaged fabric fall to the floor where the remains of your dress still lay.

             “Kitten?” Kuroo’s voice was soft, hands even more gentle as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, “are you okay?”

             “Fuck,” you groaned, straightening your back to look at him, to fall into his arms, “that was...exhiliarting.”

             He pressed tender kisses into your neck, tongue soothing over where he had bitten you earlier.

             “God I fucking missed you,” he mumbled into your skin.

             “I missed you too.”

             You turned in his arms, pressing your weary body against his chest, feeling the sweat that had cooled into his white dress shirt. He kissed you slowly, deliberately, the taste of iron still present from his split lip. You embraced him, kissing him back with the same kind of easy passion.

            “I need a drink after that,” you mumbled against his lips.

            “I need new pants.”

             You stepped back and looked down at his black suit trousers, finding them all kinds of soiled with creamy cum. You couldn’t help but laugh, the heaviness of your earlier actions breaking with the sound of your giggles.

             “You normally keep spare clothes in your car, right? In case they get all bloody? Let me get dressed and I’ll go get them for you.”

             You bent down to gather your own ruined clothes, wadding up the fabric of that beautiful dress and dumping it in the bin. You heard Kuroo mutter something about buying you a new one as you sifted through the small closet in your dressing room, slipping on a short cocktail dress and a fresh pair of panties to catch whatever cum was going to continue to leak out of you tonight.

              He was smoking another cigarette as you left him behind in your dressing room to fetch him a new pair of pants, car keys in hand.

             The music of the jazz band was loud as you meandered back and forth between the nightclub. You realized that no one could have heard you screaming over the sound of the plucking bass and the shrill of the trumpet.

             You hurriedly returned to your dressing room, pants in hand.

             You cleaned Kuroo’s lip with a damp cloth as he slung on his fresh pants, the cigarette now between your lips as you did your best to clean the blood from his face.

            “Sorry, I shouldn’t have bitten you so harshly.”

            “Don’t worry about it, made it feel real. I can’t believe you didn’t call the safeword.”

             He plucked the cigarette out of your mouth once he was done buckling his belt, grinning despite the clear cut on his lip.

             “I told you I wanted to play along.”

             You flicked off the lights to your vanity, grabbing his hand to pull him from the room.

            The two of you found empty stools at the bar, Kuroo ordering your favorite drink as a few patrons wandered by to compliment you on your earlier set. You leaned your chin into your palm, keeping your eyes on the handsome, wondrous creature next you. You never knew what each encounter would consist of whenever he came around, but you felt yourself falling deeper into his web every time he fucked you. But you were still a little afraid of his world, but knew you’d be on the mafia’s doorstep if he ever asked you to be.

            You thanked the bartender as your drink arrived, holding the cool glass in your hand.

            “I think tonight deserves a toast, don’t you?”

            That catlike grin was back on his face, amber eyes glowing with mischief.

            “Mhm, what to, Tetsurō?”

             He dipped his glass closer to yours, the rims kissing together.

           “To being daredevils.”

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The Owl House - Top 5 Episodes of Season 2A

With the owl house returning in a month I decided to re-watch all the episodes currently released and I want to rank what I think are the 5 best episodes of season 2A for fun. This is just my opinion and I’d like to hear everyone else’s. Also almost all the episodes in this season are incredibly strong so this was really hard to do and none of these episodes are anywhere close to bad.

1. Eda’s requiem

This episode is amazing and my favorite episode of the series. It has one of the most beautiful sequences in the whole show with Eda’s requiem which is just as emotionally resonant as it is stunning. Eda’s fear of abandonment and decision to almost commit suicide to stop the emperor was arguably the most emotionally heavy the show has ever gotten. And I know it hit me like a train the first time I watched it. Not to mention it managed to create a poignant, tragic romance between Raine and Eda in the span of 22 minutes.

I really love that the show has doubled down on the found family trope that Eda, King, and Luz have become. Eda’s fear that she’ll be left behind once King and Luz have their real families paired with when Raine asks Eda “You have kids?” and Eda responds “They’re not mine. Mine.” and tries to push on with her sacrifice makes it so you are hit full force with just how replaceable Eda believes she is. Which makes the ending reveal that King made himself legally Eda’s child all the more heartwarming.  It can be hard to acknowledge just how important you are in other people’s lives and seeing this struggle displayed so honestly was powerful.

2. Knock, knock, knockin on Hooty’s door

This episode was an amazing follow up to Eda’s requiem. It has the structure of an anthology except everything comes together in the end. While I love the Lumity of this episode and that they got together without a long “will they, won’t they” period I have to say my favorite part of the episode was Eda’s portion. I appreciate that they have decided to do a deep dive on the consequences of Eda’s curse and her isolation that stems from it. In the first season it was ever present but because they wanted to keep the focus on the mystery of who cursed Eda we didn’t get to deep dive into how the curse effects her outside of the physical transformation. Seeing all the people she’s lost due to it makes the effect Luz has had on Eda all the more powerful. Also Harpy Eda is awesome.

I enjoyed all the other parts of the episode as well. The fact that Lilith and Hooty are actually pen pals was oddly heartwarming. Their friendship was something I didn’t know I needed. Hooty wanting to help everyone and doing it in a unique and kind of creepy way is really in character. I’d have to say King’s part of the episode was probably weakest which is mainly because it’s the payoff that had the least amount of build up towards it. Lumity becoming canon and Eda reconciling with the owl beast are both things that we began the journey towards in season 1.

3. Hunting palismen 

This episode was a fantastic introduction to who Hunter really is. We got glimpses of the golden guard before this point but we finally got to know the boy behind the mask. This episode makes a compelling character out of Hunter, establishing his goals and motivations as well as his grievances and shortcomings. He has an easy chemistry with Luz that makes you wish they were on the same side which worked really well if all the older brother Hunter fanart is to go by. He’s the character I’m most excited to see the trajectory for the rest of the season. He has so much potential to effect the story moving forward.

4. Eclipse lake

The character moments in this episode really made this one for me. I had been wanting to see how Amity and Hunter would interact since Hunting Palismen and this episode delivered. The similarities between the two were right in front of us and I’m happy the show decided to head right for the heart of it instead of beat around the bush and have the characters recognize it as well. 

Hunter himself seems to be an amalgamation of what I thought Lilith and Amity would be. Just like Lilith he’s dedicated his life to the emperor and the coven and fears being replaced and failing. He’s willing to do whatever necessary to make sure he isn’t useless until he finds worth outside of this. And just like Amity he has the conflict of what is planned for his future and the pressures to be perfect clash with the fact that he has found some camaraderie with people who oppose this planned future. I will admit that in season 1 I was disappointed they didn’t take Amity or Lilith in these directions but with how the show has handled them and Hunter in season 2 I am completely on board.

5. Through the looking glass ruins

I just had a lot of fun with the A and B stories of this episode. There wasn’t a ton of plot progression but that doesn’t matter because I loved the character and relationship development. On one end we finally got some more Gus development which was sorely needed and on the other we got some pretty massive Lumity development and some plot progression with finding Philip Wittebane’s journal (an echo mouse ate it but still). I almost put Yesterday’s Lie in this spot but this one beat it out just based on pure enjoyment on my end. The plot progression and drama of yesterday’s lie are phenomenal but I sometimes need an episode I can sit back and watch without having my heart torn out.

Feel free to disagree. This list is just my list and I’m sure everyone has vastly different opinions. If anyone would like to share I’d love to hear in the comments, tags, or an addition to my post. All of that is welcome.