#not sure what bird laid the egg

[bluedesignwall]

Lunch in the gardens in the sunshine was the highlight of my day. I ran after work today because I have a lunchtime appointment tomorrow. Autumn has arrived.

[bumblebeeappletree]

Every once in a while I’ll see some posts about everyone should become vegan in order to help the environment. And that… sounds kinda rude. I’m sure they don’t mean to come off that way but like, humans are omnivores. Yes there are people who won’t have any animal products be it meat or otherwise either due to personal beliefs or because their body physically cannot handle it, and that’s okay! You don’t have to change your diet to include those products if you don’t want to or you physically can’t.

But there’s indigenous communities that hunt and farm animals sustainably and have been doing so for generations. And these animals are a primary source of food for them. Look to the bison of North America. The settlers nearly caused an extinction as a part of a genocide. Because once the Bison were gone it caused an even sharper decline of the indigenous population. Now thankfully Bison did not go extinct and are actively being shared with other groups across America.

Now if we look outside of indigenous communities we have people who are doing sustainable farming as well as hunting. We have hunting seasons for a reason, mostly because we killed a lot of the predators. As any hunter and they will tell you how bad the deer population can get. (Also America has this whole thing about bird feathers and bird hunting, like it was bad until they laid down some laws. People went absolutely nuts on having feathers be a part of fashion like holy cow.)

We’re slowly getting better with having gardens and vertical farms within cities, and there’s some laws on being able to have a chicken or two at your house or what-have-you in the city for some eggs. (Or maybe some quails since they’re smaller than chickens it’s something that you’d might have to check in your area.) Maybe you would be able to raise some honey bees or rent them out because each honey tastes different from different plants. But ultimately when it comes to meat or cheese? Go to your local farmers. Go to farmers markets, meet with the people there, become friends, go actively check out their farm. See how the animal lives are and if the farmer is willing, talk to them about sustainable agriculture. See what they can change if they’re willing. Support indigenous communities and buy their food and products, especially if you’re close enough that the food won’t spoil on its way to you. (Like imagine living in Texas and you want whale meat from Alaska and you buy it from an indigenous community. I would imagine that would be pretty hard to get.)

Either way everything dies in the end. Do we shame scavengers for eating corpses they found before it could rot and spread disease? Do we shame the animals that hunt other animals to survive? Yes factory farming should no longer exist. So let’s give the animals the best life we can give them. If there’s babies born that the farmer doesn’t want, give them away to someone who wants them as a pet. Or someone who wants to raise them for something else. Not everyone can raise animals for their meat. I know I can’t I would get to emotionally attached. I’d only be able to raise them for their eggs and milk.

Yeah this was pretty much thrown together, and I just wanted to say my thoughts and throw them into the void. If you have some examples of sustainable farming/agriculture, please share them because while I got some stuff I posted from YouTube, I’m still interested to see what stuff I might’ve missed!

[stevebabey]

you thought it would be all sweetness??? nooo u got to have a little miscommunication angst before anyone gets any hickies. but they will. in time >:) part one. part two. this is a part three :)

Steve blames it all on the clock.

That stupid cuckoo clock on the wall of the Munson trailer. It's an absolute horror of interior design that would make Steve’s mom shiver if she ever laid eyes on it. It’s probably why Eddie loves it — and the god-awful cuckoo! noise it makes when it goes off.

Because the moment Eddie utters that delightful question, asking for a hickie, the nerve of him, Steve loves it — and Steve is more than ready to oblige him — the stupid clock goes off.

It gives them both a fright, Steve more than Eddie. He gives a whole-body twitch that shifts them both, his head snapping to the wall, a breath forced out of his lungs at the sight of the mustard-coloured bird. Shit. Stupid fuckin’ clock, Steve thinks.

But it seems to break the trance over the room. The sweet tension of their shared closeness is sucked out of the room in an instant. Steve is suddenly aware of the time the popping out bird is announcing. It’s late. Far later than Steve intended to stay over, especially considering work tomorrow.

Without meaning to, the prickle under Steve’s skin rolls through his body. It steals away the comfort that he usually feels with Eddie, tenseness filling his body. Steve hates it — hates how he can’t stop himself from tensing up beneath Eddie.

Eddie notices. He's quick to to retract himself from Steve, pushing up and back, giving Steve his space. He sits beside Steve on the couch, still close. Not close enough to touch.

It helps. The rigidness of Steve's body relaxes just a bit but Steve doesn’t want that. He wants Eddie back on him. Wants his hands gripping Steve’s side. His breath fanning over Steve’s face, cheeks cherry red and pupils blown wide. Steve doesn’t say any of that and he sure is shit isn't brave enough to ask for it.

Instead, he croaks, “It’s late.”

Steve reluctantly pushes himself up from his slumped position, eyes already searching for his scattered shoes. He misses the way Eddie’s face falls, the way he tries to tug his hair in front of his face to hide the hurt. It takes another second to school his expression.

Steve hears a cough and then Eddie agrees with a murmur. “Yeah, sure.”

The words ache. No part of Steve is relieved to have Eddie agree with him. He’s not sure what he wanted; for Eddie to egg him to stay just a little while longer? To prove that their kisses hadn’t been a heat of the moment impulsivity? There's nothing to prove they weren't.

No, it was Steve who said he had to go. It is late. But then again maybe, Eddie wanted him to leave. But, no— Eddie just asked for a hickie, he wouldn’t—

“Don’t you have work early tomorrow?” Steve’s spiral cuts short at Eddie’s voice, tinged with… irritation?

O-kay. Now Steve’s not sure what to think. What had been the source of immense joy because Steve had asked for a kiss and Eddie said yes is suddenly… tilted.

The beginnings of embarrassment begin to cling to Steve like a thick fog. He’s done it again. Been overly eager. Asked for too much, too soon— fuck, that had been Eddie’s first kiss too.

“Yeah,” Steve replies, standing and shoving his foot into the one shoe he can find. He spies the other one under the table and wiggles it out with his toe. He can’t find in it to look at Eddie, not just yet. “Yeah, uh, I should get going.”

It’s all wrong. Steve shouldn’t be leaving — not on these terms. Not when he can’t look at Eddie for fear of what he’ll find. Regret? Steve’s not sure if he could face Eddie again, not if there’s even a trace of it on his face. It would feel like Halloween all over again, a bludgeon on Steve’s too-soft heart. It’ll crumble, he just knows it.

Steve wants to stay. He really wants to. He wants to ask for another kiss, ask for a dozen more kisses. Wants to give the hickie Eddie asked so nicely for and receive one back; matching love bites, like a gentler version of their matching twisted scars adorning their sides.

But he’s always asking for more. Steve always needs more. It’s greedy. It’s embarrassing how much he wants it, how he’s already gotten patient touches from Eddie but it’s not enough. Eddie had sounded a pinch annoyed — even aggravated at Steve.

It doesn't cross his mind that it might be for any other reason. Really, Steve thinks he’s doing Eddie a favour.

“Um,” Steve clears his throat, takes the wobble out of his words. Nods to himself and chances a glimpse at Eddie. The older is staring down at his lap, locks of hair trapped between twitchy fingers. They should talk about it. Steve’s not brave enough to risk his heart tonight.

“Well, g’night.” He says quietly, letting himself out the trailer door. He closes it behind him gently, shoes tapping against the stairs on the way down. It feels wrong, it feels wrong — but it would be selfish to turn back.

He repeats the sentiment over and over, raspy whispers beneath his breath as he climbs into his car. It would be selfish. The engine turns over and he hesitates for just a moment, hoping to catch a silhouette in the kitchen window. It’s empty. Of course, it’s empty.

Of course, Eddie is not chancing for a glance at him on his way out because Steve just asked for more and more and more, and he took Eddie’s first kiss and then— He whispers it to himself again. It would be selfish to turn back.

When he thinks about it on the drive home, Steve’s sure it all comes back to that stupid fucking clock.

-

Eddie stares in the mirror.

He’s not sure why he was so convinced there would be some radical change in him upon popping his make-out cherry but… well, here he was. Staring in the mirror like he had this morning. Except 10 hours earlier, he had been unkissed.

Tonight, the difference shows. His lips are rosier than usual, a swell to them given by hasty sweet kisses. It’s the only evidence of his spit-sharing moment of passion with Steve on the couch. The rosy colour is already beginning to fade.

Eddie sinks his teeth in. He doesn’t want the only physical proof that he even got to kiss Steve to be gone so soon. Even if that fact seems terribly bitter now.

“What the shit did you do, Munson?” He murmurs to himself in the tiny bathroom mirror.

It’s got toothpaste specks splayed across it. Eddie stares past them. Stares into his own face, reading every change in his features as emotions inside him churn. It’s heading for a distraught expression, the upturn of his brows and quiver in his lips giving him away. He always was a crier. Eddie really wishes he wasn’t.

“Idiot!” He pairs the word with a bang on the wall beside the mirror, frustration leaking out. The toothbrush on the sink shudders in its cup with a clink.

Eddie hates the welling in his eyes. He hates that he ruined the first fuckin’ good thing to happen to him in this town. Loathes that he drives away the first person who actually knows him and still wants to kiss him.

Well, wanted to kiss him.

Eddie’s pretty sure Steve scampering out of the trailer is more than a big enough sign. It’s a blazingly bright neon sign — light up words that say ‘This was a mistake!’

Except, it hadn’t felt at all like a mistake to Eddie. It had felt wonderful, better than anything he had thought, the soft curve of Steve’s lips, the grip on his hands on Eddie’s face, the heat in his face, the— Eddie growls, wiping his hand down his face to shake the thoughts. Too good to be true was what it was.

It’s because of what he said. Of what he asked for. It had to be that. But— but Steve had looked eager and almost excited and then the stupid clock had gone off, scaring the shit out of them both. Maybe it was then that Eddie’s words had sunk in and Steve realised what he’d gotten into— and who he’d gotten into it with.

“You had to ask for more, huh?” Eddie scolds himself angrily, wiping his cheeks harshly when a tear streaks free. Another follows, just as fast. Eddie wipes roughly at his face to clear them. Doesn’t care about the streaks of red he leaves on his cheeks. Another trembling reprimand comes out. “You just had to push it, huh? You fuckin’ idiot.”

Eddie can’t stand his reflection anymore. He tears his gaze away as he spins and heads straight for his room.

The button on his stereo is sticky and it takes a few forceful clicks to turn it on, but when he does, he cranks it. It’s loud enough he’ll surely wake some neighbours. Eddie can’t find it in him to care, not even when the neighbours dog starts off with its incessant barking. Anything to stop hearing himself cry.

-

“Something’s up with Eddie.” is the first thing Robin says when she comes in the front door.

Steve’s mid-yawn when she does, a result of a night of tossing and turning, and he somehow manages a strange choke at her words. In a haste to shut his mouth, he chomps on his fingers covering his mouth — then hisses, pulling it away from his face. He ignores Robin’s perplexed expression, shoving the hand deep in his pocket. His ears feel a tad hotter.

“What? Why? What makes you think that?” Steve asks the questions in rapid succession. Very chill, he chides himself. At this rate, Robin would have him all figured out 10 minutes into their shift.

And it’s not like— well, Robin’s advice is usually great. A bit cut-throat, sure. She doesn’t have a problem trodding on his feelings on her way to tell him the hard truth. Usually, it’s fine. Steve could probably do with a bit of ego-bruising.

Today, he’s… It’s different. That’s what Steve tells himself. This thing with Eddie, he wants to fix it himself. And with too much meddling from Robin’s advice, even if it was with the best intentions, might mix things up too much. It’s hard enough keeping his half-baked apology that’s been brewing since last night in proper order in his mind.

Thankfully, Robin doesn’t comment on his odd demeanor. She just bustles into the back room — there are a couple sounds of her dumping her stuff. When she comes back out the front, she’s fixing her Family Video vest. It looks perfectly straight to Steve.

He checks his own — it’s sitting askew, part of the collar flipped over. He hastily fixes it, running his hands down the front to smooth it a bit.

“Just,” Robin starts, talking as she sits in front of the computer, beginning to take a crack at the admin she managed. She likes doing things as she talks, Steve knows. Helps keep her from letting words run away from her.

Steve’s thankful for it now because she isn’t looking at him when she says, “I think he might have had a bad nightmare last night, or something of that sort. I don’t know. Maybe I’m way off — you know how I am with trying to read people, Steve. I’m not good at it! But when I saw him, he just seemed…”

Robin seems to take an extra moment to deliberate her word choice. Steve’s really glad she’s still facing the computer so she can’t see the myriad of emotions that show on his face.

“…Off.” is the word she decides on.

Which means bad. Steve feels like he’s swallowed a stone. It sinks deep into his stomach. It burns, sour and scorned, twisting up his gut. It means Eddie is bad — it means disappointment, means he regretted it. That Steve had been right; that he’d been too eager, too soon. Too much.

Right. Of course, this happens again. Really, Steve had brought it on himself by asking for so much. It had been one thing to ask for a hug — who actually has to do that? — and then to expect he might get Eddie to kiss him too? What a overstep. Christ, he's an idiot.

“That’s not…” He hears himself say, still lost in his thoughts. It's only when Robin turns on the stool, brows raised, that Steve realises he hasn’t finished his sentence. “Good. That’s not good. To hear.”

Steve turns and starts shuffling around the films on the returns cart, picking them up at random. He stares at a copy of ‘The Princess Bride’ in his hands, a new release, and forces out a causal question.

“What made you think that?” He asks, shoving the film into an empty slot, like he was arranging them. He’s relieved when Robin’s clicking on the keyboard resumes, along with a dramatic sigh.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I can be trusted to read anyone’s emotions correctly at any given time, honestly. Remember that old lady? I thought she was being sweet that whole time and then you told me she was being rude! And I couldn’t even tell…”

Robin’s ramble is comforting and helpful to Steve in a way he didn’t know they could be. He presses the cart out, finally getting a move on with it, but delivers a quick nod to Robin when she’s looking to let her know he’s still tuned in. He listens to her get distracted by another topic and leaves Eddie’s name in the dust. It’s a silent relief.

It’s a task to multi-task, listening and devising a plan, but Steve has all shift to find the balance. It’s sometime between finishing re-stocking the action section and starting the romance that Steve decides he should apologise. He should go over today and apologise.

Eddie’s a big boy but Steve’s fairly certain now, if he regretted it, Eddie had probably felt obliged to kiss him back. Probably hadn’t minded the first kiss but- but— Something sticks in his brain; it was Eddie’s first kiss.

It makes Steve feel worse. It doesn’t matter, really, Steve should say sorry for all of it. God, he’s such an idiot.

By the time he’s clocked out, it’s all set in place. He’s got a dozen different apologies running in a loop in his head, reciting the words in time with his anxious tapping on the steering wheel. It’s not a long drive out to Forest Hills Trailer Park. The drive is well-known now. Steve tries hard not to wallow in what he might be losing today. What he lost because he’d been too greedy with want.

The sight of a brown van parked roadside yanks him from his thoughts. Eddie’s van. Steve’s stomach turns, nerves gnawing faster. He slows, trying to catch eye of the other boy as he rolls to a stop behind the van. The sun is beginning to dip closer to the horizon, the temperature going with it.

At the same time, they see each other; Eddie’s head popping around the raised hood to see who had stopped, right as Steve pops his door. Eddie retreats in an instant. Steve's chest grows a bit tighter.

Gravel crunches underfoot as Steve takes a few wary steps closer. It doesn’t take more than a couple before Eddie calls out. He doesn’t bother poking his head out again.

“Go away, Steve.”

Steve swallows thickly. Yeah, okay, he deserves that. He deserves probably worse than that. But more importantly than that, Eddie deserves to hear this. And Steve... needs to not lose Eddie.

“Can I… can we talk?” Steve asks, taking a couple steps closer. A car whizzes by on the road, hidden from Steve's view behind the van. He still keeps his distance, hovering. His hands clench nervously at his sides. Steve shoves them deep in his jean pockets, wiping the sweat off them as he goes.

“What part of ‘Go away’ isn’t clear enough for you?” Eddie snarks back. He still doesn't stick his head out, still won’t look at Steve. It stings.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Steve starts, another instinctive step forward taken. “I-I just, I shouldn’t have left like I did last night. I wanted to apologise.”

There’s a clattering from behind the hood like Eddie’s dropped a tool. He swears. Steve wants to take another step, wants to see Eddie — wants to read every emotion and apologise for causing any of the ugly ones.

“Well, apology accepted,” Eddie responds. There’s a bite in his words. His next words are grumblier, quieter. “And message fuckin’ received.”

What? “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That—” Finally, Eddie steps away from the van, rounding the hood to march up to Steve. His arms cross over his chest, a wrinkle set between his brows that pull his face into a glare. Robin was right; he is off. This isn’t normal Eddie. Fuck, Steve had fucked up bad.

“That means message received, Steve.” Eddie seethes. He uncrosses his arms to gesture wildly. Steve misses the wobble in his bottom lip. “Message received loud and clear! I get it!”

And all Steve wants to ask is: get what? He doesn’t ask that. He should know what. That would be an idiotic question, would make Eddie more irritated. Lord knows, Steve has been enough of a fool in the last day. So, he doesn’t ask.

“Look, I just…” Steve starts, words a bit weak. They die in his throat as he tries to recall a single apology he had practiced all day and comes up empty. “I’m just- I just wanted—look, I’m sorry I took your first kiss!”

It’s not exactly what he means to say, but Steve certainly is sorry for it. Eddie’s expression wavers, some anger slipping away. Confusion takes its place.

“What?” Eddie says with a tone of bafflement. “What are you talking about?”

“And I’m sorry I kept… kept asking for more.” Steve continues on, pulling on the thread inside him, connected to the terrible stone he swallowed earlier. He tugs it. Hopes pulling it will unravel the guilt sitting heavy in his stomach.

Steve scrunches his eyes shut and rubs the bridge of his nose. “I know, okay? I know that I can be a lot.” He sighs and drops his hands.

“But I didn’t mean to… shit,” He wrenches his eyes open. Eddie’s a bit wide-eyed now, brown eyes watching him intently. Steve doesn’t know what expression he’s wearing, can’t tell if it’s good or worse. He continues, soft words scraping out his throat.

“I didn’t mean to be like that with you.”

Eddie searches Steve’s face, eyes darting and wild. He licks his lips. His hands are in motion, fingers twisting rings, quick and fast. It’s a nervous action.

“What do you mean by ‘like that?’” Eddie asks, voice gentler. It's lost its snarl from before.

Steve blinks, a scrape of teeth worrying his bottom lip. He murmurs his admittance lowly, just one word, “Selfish.”

Eddie doesn’t try to hide his surprise; it ripples across his face in a wave. Confusion melts away into something closer to, Steve hopes desperately, relief. Steve can feel his own heart thudding hard inside his chest — can feel the beat it skips when Eddie steps closer.

“Steve?” Eddie says, sounding unlike himself. Steve’s never heard his voice that small. He nods, wordlessly. Eddie searches his face once more — wide brown eyes scanning and devouring. Steve can’t help but do the same.

He drinks in the details of Eddie’s face; the soft scruff along his top lip, the darkness of his lashes and the way they kiss in the corner that Steve adores. The pink of his lips. The familiar ache to kiss Eddie surges up within him, still as violent and strong as it had been the night before.

Steve should really stop looking at Eddie’s lips. He’s supposed to be apologising. He drags his eyes up and meets Eddie’s gaze full-on, prepared for whatever he might say. Except, he’s not expecting him at all to say;

“Can I... try this again?” It comes out a ragged breath, Eddie's scared eyes conveying the weight behind his words.

And this time Steve doesn't even need to ask what because he knows. Because Eddie's hands are reaching up and holding either side of Steve's face so gently. Steve can't recall a time he's ever been held so softly. His own hands come up slowly, draping around Eddie's wrists to hold them, to keep them there.

Eddie's thumb traces. It draws a sweet line of that familiar fire beneath Steve's skin along til it's settled on Steve's bottom lip, resting. The blood under Eddie's thumb thrums, gloriously warm, aching with want. Yes. Steve thinks. Yes, yes, yes.

"Yes, please." Steve breathes, so sincere the words comes out as a kiss against Eddie's thumb.

So, Eddie kisses him.

now with a part four !

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[thatwildnya]

venti when griffin wifey disappears to nest

The anemo archon is freaking out after his wife has suddenly vanished without a trace. After hours of searching with the help of the Favonius Knights and Diluc he discovers she has made a nest in Dvalin's home to lay a clutch of eggs.

TW: none

notes: the format this is written in what we've named a headcanon drabble mix. it will start with hcs and have a drabble at the end or multiple sprinkled throughout it. these will be tagged as headcanon drabble mix, hc drabble mix, or [fandom]hcdm.

chitters and nickers

Wild: I've started playing genshin recently and it's been on my mind a lot. Decided to write somethin' on a whim. Might make more with the same prompt if this one gets a lot of attention.

nya: i wanna squish venti's cheeks

wifey's bird cat mix

european wildcat, white dove, 7 eggs

very likely this was not planned, Venti’s alcoholic tendencies often cause him to forget protection so it was only a matter of time it caught up to him

unexpected pregnancies with female griffins can be absolutely heart attack inducing due to their instincts kicking in immediately once their body realizes what’s happening. bird brains go into maximum overdrive and once it decides where it wants to nest they’re making a beeline to claim said spot and going builder mode asap.

so imagine the archon’s panic when you’re nowhere to be found after being sick and acting weird all week. poor guy is zooming all over the city alongside the knights and Diluc to find you. once he’s combed through the city he uses his godly powers to call for Dvalin’s assistance. but there’s no answer.

Equation: wifey acting odd + wifey missing + dragon friend not responding. Conclusion: something very bad happened. Solution: it is time for panic at the anemo.

shouts at some random pedestrian passing by to gather the knights and meet him at the lair. unfortunately he mistook the stranger as a knight them self due to wearing similar clothes. and on top of that this person was a foreigner. but he’s gone before the misunderstanding can be cleared. now hubby is thought to be missing. what an eventful day for Mondstadt.

creates a crater when he lands outside his friends home. said friend sticks his head out from the crumbling tower with blurry eyes. what was all this racket for? this is the second time he’s been so rudely awoken today! bro already lost hours of sleep from his wife barging in at 1AM to nest and lay eggs. wifey did what now.

the dragon’s grumpiness dissolves once the situation has been cleared. in fact he was laughing in the end. the image of a large number of humans scurrying around in search of a god’s wife thinking the worst when in actuality she’s enjoying baby time in arguably the safest place in the nation is hilarious!

but that’s not important right now you laid eggies sired by him he’s gonna be a dad! this twink of a god can’t contain his excitement. how many did you lay? when will they hatch? how big are they? have they developed enough to be able to hear his voice? can he hold them? too bad you can’t answer, doves can’t mimic sounds and you aren’t reverting back to human for a while.

has no problem with you nesting in Dvalin’s home. in fact he’s all for it. very few humans and monsters dare to intrude on the territory of the anemo dragon once called Storm Terror. no worries here! so long you had no issues he’d stand by your decision! y’know what they say, a mother knows best!

you are never left alone Venti makes sure there’s always one person he trusts to watch over you and your growing kids. if he could he’d be right there in the nest with his family 24/7. the issue is, however, that you’re the breadwinner of the family. and griffin moms to be won’t leave the eggs alone until they’ve hatched. not for food, water, nothing. avian feline mom’s have wills of steel.

it isn’t long before Venti realizes the problem. kids are not cheap to raise. (especially in this economy) so for the first time in history, the anemo archon begins the treacherous and traumatizing journey of job hunting. it was a grueling quest, one of hardships and difficulty like no other. his confidence and ego took many serious blows, wounds inflicted upon them so deep it was feared he might never recover. there were plenty of times he almost gave up, but he persevered! his family was counting on him, he couldn’t give up. and with the power of love and friendship, he was able to slay- jk he just became a part time knight and takes on quick jobs spread across his nation.

this is quite the change to his usual routine but it’s all worth it. every time he returns to his recently grown family is all the motivation he needs. can’t wait for the day he’ll be greeted by a chorus of chirps after a long day of work.

when he isn’t working he’s always near the nest, if he isn’t in it. and more likely than not he’s by a fire cooking up something for you to eat. he’s glad you’ll eat if food is in reach. man’s on his way to becoming a 5 star chef with how much he’s expanding his culinary skills.

when is baby time? it’s always baby time in this house. and everyone is invited to baby time. can’t help but squeal internally whenever you get excited at visitors. leaving the nest just to gently tug them over so they could see the eggs will always be the cutest thing you’ll do to him. how can he not smile when your feathered face shines with pride everytime you present his kids?

finally, the day comes. he’s in the middle of aiding Diluc unload supplies for Angel’s Share when the Mondstadt citizens are given a heart attack by Dvalin suddenly swooping overhead shouting for him to get his butt back to you. get ready folks, it’s time for round 2 of panic at the anemo!

adding a new crater in Dvalin's lawn he runs to your side with heaving lungs all winded and worried. but you seem completely fine? and so do the babies, albeit two are shivering from the chillness of the ruins and being wet having just hatched… wait a minute-

Did you really have to disappear like that? Especially since you’ve been acting strange the past week?

Your side of the bed was cold when he woke up and he thought you had already left for work. The day goes on as normal, some bard performances here, archon duties there, wine shenanigans, nothing out of the ordinary. Until your boss shows up demanding to know where you are just as he was about to take a post lunch nap.

Okay, there’s no need to panic yet. Maybe your boss forgot you weren’t supposed to be in today? Nope, it’s the middle of the week. Maybe you were late getting back from lunch? What do you mean you haven’t been in all day. Were you scheduled to work offsite? No? Okay, now it's time to panic.

He’s fearing the worst as he and the others search for you. His true identity may be a secret to most but that unfortunately wasn’t true for a certain large powerful group that had already stolen from him twice. He hopes this isn’t their doing.

Thankfully the search doesn’t last long. Once the city has been combed through he flies off to get help from Dvalin. His friend can’t help but laugh when told what was going on. That’s when it’s revealed you’ve been in his lair the whole time.

Just as the dragon said, you’ve taken residence in his lair. Showing up in the middle of the night without warning to build a nest. So that’s where all the missing clothes, blankets, and pillows went. Used as cushions for the nest you’ve built in the middle of the night. The nest, might I add, looks very comfortable. You’re loafing self emits a blissful aura, wings drooping lazily at your side and talons tucked under your chest.

Doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Opts for a third option to beeline to you for a hug. But there will be no hugs for him. Dvalin manages to grab him before he can take a few steps.

“I would advise against this approach, Barbatos.” the anemo dragon warns while the archon flails in his talons whining, “less you desire a delay in meeting your offspring.”

The bard freezes at his words. Offspring? Does he mean you were…?

Venti is plopped down a few steps away from you, this time waiting for your acknowledgement before coming close. You are more than happy to have him there. Thank you Dvalin for intercepting, you’d be on guard if you’d seen your husband suddenly running full speed at you.

You raise your wings slightly, doing mini flaps as you call out to him in your beautiful avian voice with enthusiasm. You are practically vibrating in excitement as your mate comes to join you in your nest made of natural and man made materials. The same could be said for him.

“Lemme see, lemme see, lemme see!” Venti claps impatiently, ready to see the incubating life underneath your feathers. His eyes somehow manage to get even wider as you sit up. You puff up your chest feathers, head raised high with pride as you reveal the seven eggs you’d laid hours ago.

Venti’s eyes are sparkling with happy tears. Head in hands as he leans forward on his elbows, he studies his growing babies in awe. It pleased him to no end that the shells were decorated in the colors of anemo. If that didn’t scream who sired these eggs then he didn’t know what would.

Hand slightly reaching out, he had intended to wait for the okay like before. But you were offended he had the audacity to think he had to get permission to touch what he had helped to create. And you were going to make your feelings very clear.

Without warning you lunge forward. Small beak clamping on his shirt to jerk him over the edge. The bard lets out a startled yelp, face planting into your wing. Despite being a combination of smaller species of the feline and avian family, you were still quite strong.

“Ow ow ow, was that really necessary love dove?” He rubs his nose. Beak snaps are your reply, pouting at him to hurry up. Your impatience was so great he was denied the option to shake out his hat of feathers and twigs, getting robbed of his head wear. Okay he gets the memo sheesh!

The remainder of the evening is spent snuggled in that nest. Songs of humans and birds are heard late into the night, the voice of a dragon chiming in at times. Peace befalls the land of anemo.

Until it’s shattered by a frantic legion of knights still searching for their god and his wife hours later.

~ time skip yay ~

Venti sobs, clutching his bundle of joy to his chest. It had been nearly half an hour since his firstborn had entered the world yet somehow the tears kept flowing. No matter how hard he tried, the tears wouldn’t halt. But could you really blame him?

“You’re going to hyperventilate at this rate. It’s a wonder you haven’t already.”

“I-I-I *sniffle* can’t h-hel- *sob* help i-it!” he hugs his firstborn closer, blurry gaze never leaving his child’s face. “Sh-she-she’s *hiccup* s-so beau- *sniffle* beautiful!” the dragon rolled his eyes. How much longer did he have to listen to his crying?

“Get a hold of yourself. Your hatchlings won’t benefit if both parents are unable to assist due to being unconscious.”

Venti gives a final sniffle before tilting his head up in an attempt to stop the tears. He blinks rapidly, steadying his breath. A quick wipe of the sleeve and it’s back to staring.

He wanted to see every little thing she did. His perfect little feathered treasure.

The hatchling had somehow managed to sleep through his whole cry fest. Cozily wrapped in a quilt and blissfully resting from her first big hurdle. Not even a day old and she had already passed the most important milestone of her life, breaking the shell that had protected her as she grew.

He quickly wiped his eyes again. He’d cried enough today.

Suddenly she yawned, beak opening wide and talons outstretching. Eyes blinking open, she looks up at her father’s puffy face. Venti smiles warmly at her, his own eyes giving her loving slow blinks. His daughter returns the gesture.

She begins to wiggle in his hold, talons reaching to grab his shirt in an attempt to pull herself closer to his face. To save his daughter the trouble he lifts her closer. He chuckles as he nuzzles her face hearing her curious sniffs.

“Hello, little one,” he whispers quietly, planting a kiss on her forehead, “the winds welcome you into the world.”

[fatkish]

Dabi x Hawk Hybrid Keigo x Falcon Hybrid Reader NSFW

Dabi or Touya, runs the aviary section of Endeavor Farms

Keigo has been particularly restless since he’s gone through several mating seasons without a real partner

It’s been up to Touya to help him through it and act as his mate every spring

That winter, when Touya was informed of another bird of prey hybrid that was recently found and was in need of a home, he jumped at the chance to get you to his farm

When you arrived, Touya saw the bandages on your wing. When he asked, they said you had been used in hybrid falconry competitions and sustained a small fracture in one of the bones in your right wing

Realizing you couldn’t fly, your previous owner simply abandoned you since you couldn’t make him money in falconry

Touya helped you into the aviary and told you about Keigo, he explained that he wants you to try and help Keigo through his mating season every spring

You had told Touya that you had a low fertility and that was the reason why your previous owner abandoned you, since you could barely lay any eggs due to you almost being infertile

Touya told you not to worry about that since Keigo just needs a warm hole to stick it in

When Keigo caught your scent his feathers immediately started bristling and he started trilling and cooing. He immediately began cleaning his room/area and began to construct the most comfortable and secure nest he could build

He couldn’t wait to see his new potential mate. He was so excited he was practically shaking

When Touya opened the door to Keigo’s room, Keigo immediately began flirting with you and trying to get your attention

When Keigo saw the bandages on your wing he immediately paused and growled, as Touya took Keigo aside to explain things to him, you began to look around and eventually settled into the nest and took a nap after having traveled so long to get to the farm

Keigo saw you sleeping in the nest and started purring. He walked over and laid beside you, covering you with his wings

As the weeks passed and you and Keigo got along, the time to remove the bandage from your wing came

As Touya unwrapped your wing, you gave a few experimental flaps before taking flight. Touya watched you as you flew through the sky. Keigo decided to join you and flew right by your side

Soon winter came to an end as Keigo was getting particularly fussy. Constantly preening both yours and his wings. Making sure the nest was perfect and adding blankets and pillows wherever he saw fit

As the snow melted, Keigo finally had what he always wanted. The perfect mate to give him children.

Spurred by his instincts and hormones, one day, after having made sure you had eaten and were cozy, he jumped on top of you and began kissing and making out with you

He grabbed at your chest and pinched at your nipples, biting your neck and growling. His hands slid down to your hips as he grabbed fistfuls of your ass.

Spreading your legs he dove his face between them and began to devour you. Licking and sucking at your sensitive flesh and purring at the tatste. He then shoved two fingers into your hole as he scissored them, stretching you

After throughly enjoying you, he flipped you over onto your hand and knees as he prepared to spear you on his dick

As he shoved his dock into your slicked hole, you nearly screamed in pleasure as his thick cock ploughed through your insides. As he began thrusting while holding your hips, the door opened and Touya walked in

You could see the tent in his pants as he walked up to you. He smiled down at you as he began to unzip his jeans and pull himself out

“Look at you, such a pretty little mess. Is Keigo f~~~ing you good? Look at you drooling, I should put that mouth to use, huh?”

He then shoved his cock into your mouth as you chocked slightly, your eyes rolling back some as Touya began to thrust in time with Keigo

“Hey pretty bird, make sure to fill ‘em up nice and full. Don’t waste a single drop, I brought a plug to keep all your precious cum inside them… oh, yeah,… keep sucking, just like that.”

Touya started to groan as Keigo’s thrusts quickened and deepened. Keigo growled as he bit at your neck and stated pounding away as deep as he could

“That’s it Kei, such a good boy, fill ‘em up nicely now and breed ‘em. I want to see some eggs soon, don’t you. You’re gonna be such a good dad, you’re such a loving and caring partner. You want his cum inside you, don’t ‘cha birdie? Go on, tell Keigs how much you want his cum to fill you up”

“I-I I want it, ple-please, please g-give me your cum! I w-want you t-to fill me up, make me y-yours. Please K-Keigo!”

That was all it took before Keigo slammed your head into the nest and began thrusting like his life depended on it. With this new angle, Keigo hit your spot with every slam of his hips. You came so hard as you screamed in ecstasy.

After a few more harsh thrusts, Keigo slammed into you one last time as he leaned over you, cover you with his wings as he filled you with his hot seed.

Panting, as his cock drained his spend into you, he grabbed the plug from Touya before pulling out afterwards, shoving the plug deep inside your sensitive, dripping channel, pulling a final groan from you

Throughly exhausted, you laid down in the nest before falling asleep. Only to wake up 30 minutes later to Keigo already back at it

[ridiculousbirdfaces]

Hi. How do these birds live in the WILD??!??! Australia for sure has some weird animals. And what was going through the mind of the humans who decided that cockatiels would be a perfect pet? They are dangerous, look at this.

(My baby and her baby (there is nothing on this egg lol, she laid all alone 😭 even weirder))

She's trying Her Best

[pokemonshelterstories]

Are

Are unfertilised Pokémon eggs from non bird Pokémon edible? Like I'm pretty sure our regular eggs come from a specific type of Pokémon, and I'm pretty sure eggs from poison types would be pretty dangerous to eat, but what about, like, a skitty egg?

they can be, but keep in mind that it's honestly pretty rare for an unfertilized mammal egg to make it to the point where it gets laid. because so many mammalian pokemon don't lay the egg immediately once the shell has formed, but incubate it internally for a period, an unfertilized egg is more often than not going to get reabsorbed into the pokemon's body. the unfertilized manectric egg from a previous ask is really unusual and is likely the result of imbalanced hormones, but it does occasionally happen!

poison type pokemon's eggs aren't actually poisonous by default! the embryo needs to develop to the point where its poison glands can function to be able to poison you.

that being said, the taste of a mammalian pokemon's eggs may not be particularly appealing...i've heard they can have weird textures and flavors because of nutritional differences.

[ghostofskywalker]

Deep Space Delicacies

Echo/Reader

Words: 1,756

Summary: In the midst of the war, you manage to find the time to bring about a different, more welcome kind of chaos: teaching the clones how to bake. The 501st take the opportunity to force you and Echo to admit how you feel about each other.

Prompts: "don't want to bother you, but you have chocolate on your cheek" (from the exchange) and stuck (from my @clonexreaderbingo card)

Note: this fic is part of the @cloneficgiftexchange Life Day Exchange, which I ran! this prompt is from @flyiingsly and i had so much fun writing it! i hope you enjoy it :)

Clone Troopers Masterlist

When you first agreed to help some of your friends in the 501st bake something to help pass the time on the ship, you expected it to be low key. You were on a flagship in the middle of the galaxy, the battalion wasn’t technically on shore leave yet, and the Resolute’s kitchens weren’t exactly made for this kind of thing. But of course, you should have known better than to expect anything but utter chaos from your current company.

“Hey, what kind of eggs are these anyway?” Jesse asked, inspecting the container like he was trying to diffuse a bomb.

Kix looked up from his datapad, where he was reading the recipe. “Why do you care?”

“Because if they’re tooka eggs I don’t want to eat them!”

Fives cut in, yelling across the room to enter the conversation. “Tookas don’t lay eggs you di’kut!”

“Oh yeah, then what laid these?”

It was then that Hardcase decided to add his two credits, and of course you couldn’t expect anything less. “No, a gundark laid these!”

“These are definitely not gundark eggs,” you said, turning to the group as you spoke. “They come from a small bird that’s native to Naboo, but now they can be found on a lot of different planets.”

Jesse nodded. “Because people like to eat them?”

You nodded. “Yeah, both the bird and their eggs have grown to become part of several different planets’ cuisines. We’re very lucky that Coruscant is one of those planets, or we might not be able to do this right now.”

Once the ingredients were all organized (though you knew it wouldn’t last long), it was time to bake. “I think we have enough room and ingredients so that we all don’t have to hover over the same mixing bowl,” you said.

You expected a nod to your words, maybe a joke about turning this into a competition, but instead you were greeted by Jesse practically jumping up from his seat. “Do we have enough for three teams?” Jesse asked.

“I think so, why?”

“Great, then Kix and I-”

But before he could finish his sentence, Fives decided to speak. “Jesse and Kix, me and Hardcase, and you and Echo!” he said, looking around at everyone. “Sounds good!”

You watched Kix’s face as Fives spoke, and there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that they all knew something you didn’t. “Is everyone okay with that?” you asked, trying to look at everyone’s faces.

The chorus of agreements you received as a response only strengthened the idea that there was something at play you didn’t understand, but you didn’t know enough to even begin questioning it yet.

After confirming that everyone else was all set to start baking (and making sure Fives and Hardcase knew that you were keeping a very close eye on them), you and Echo began to measure the ingredients for your little batch.

If anyone had asked, you would have been fine working with any one of the men here, but you were (secretly) very glad that you were with Echo right now. And if by chance the secret did come out that you were playing favorites, you would simply defend yourself by saying that by working with Echo, your baking was most likely to succeed, since he was the most careful of the bunch. But in reality, it was more than that.

Your friendship with Echo was very quickly blossoming into full-blown feelings, and you would take any chance you got to be near him. You couldn’t help but fall for the kind and gentle ARC trooper, and every single time the 501st went out on a mission you worried about what might happen. Right now though, those thoughts were far from your mind, and you shared a smile with him as you worked together.

***

Despite your fears about accidentally blowing up one of the Republic’s prized flagships, the actual baking process wasn’t too painful. Sure, there were small mountains of flour all over the floor and somehow Fives managed to get eggs in his hair, but with this group, that could have happened on any given Taungsday.

Once the cookies were finally cooled off, and the space having been (mostly) cleaned up, you began to set out all the different frostings, sprinkles, sugars, and candies that you had hidden away to decorate with. You had to keep this step a secret from the boys because you knew all of your fun ingredients would have been eaten before you knew it, and now it was finally time to have some fun.

Which of course, given your current company, meant that it was time to make another big mess.

This time you weren’t exempt from the chaos, as much as you tried to be careful. But there was always something more endearing about decorated cookies that looked just a little bit wrong, so you had no issues with the mess. And there was less of a chance that major injuries would be sustained during this step of the process as the others, so you weren’t as watchful over everyone.

When Fives had pulled out a vibroblade and proceeded to cut some of the cookies into different shapes before baking, you had almost had a heart attack. Thankfully, you intercepted that quickly and handed out (slightly safer) cooking knives so everyone could busy themselves with creating different shapes. Some of them (like Kix’s carefully carved out tree) turned out better than others (like Jesse’s attempt to make a cookie in the shape of the flagship, which now looked like a misshapen blob).

You and Echo had stuck with simple designs, and were now decorating a fleet of circles, hearts, and stars. You worked together like a well-oiled machine, wordlessly handing each other exactly the candy or decorating implement that you needed at that given moment.

Your focus was razor sharp as you tried to arrange the small candies on top of the frosting, and you jumped slightly when someone tapped your shoulder. When you realized it was just Echo, you relaxed. “I don’t want to bother you, but you have some chocolate on your cheek,” he said.

“Oh,” you breathed, completely frozen in place as Echo reached up and gently swiped the tiny glob of frosting off your cheek. Internally, you were screaming. The two of you were so close, and his hands were so warm, this had to be some kind of dream. You moved apart after the small moment, but the smile on your face never went away, and soon the background noise of the others laughing faded away too.

Which is why it was such a surprise when you looked up to see the room completely empty (except for you and Echo). It was still an absolute mess, but Jesse, Kix, Fives, and Hardcase were nowhere to be found.

The two of you shared a confused look, and Echo moved towards the doorway, only to turn back after a moment. “The door’s locked.”

“What?” Reaching out towards the panel, you found out that he was right. These types of doors didn’t usually lock, but there was an override programmed on the datapads of high-ranking officers just in case something came up where it was a necessity. The possibility of having a situation that would require it was rare, so even as the battalion’s auxiliary support officer, you didn’t have that capability. “How would they have locked it?”

“Someone must have swiped Rex’s datapad,” Echo said. “Because the ARC ones don’t have this command.”

“Why would they want to lock us in here?” You’ve always had a suspicion that Jesse knew about your crush on Echo, but you could never truly confirm it. You would not be surprised if this whole thing was his idea, and that he was trying to move things forward.

“Oh I am going to kill them,” Echo muttered. “This has Fives’ sticky fingers all over it, that-”

“Echo, you said softly, reaching out to tap his hand. “It’s going to be okay. I can send a comm to General Skywalker, and we’ll be out of here in no time.”

“It’s not that,” he said, and the look on his face certainly piqued your attention. “They’re trying to get me to admit how I feel about you, and somehow it’s working.”

Everything stopped in your brain. For the briefest moment, all your thoughts were static, completely unable to register what had just been said.

Echo must have seen the look of sheer shock on your face, because he stepped forward. “You don’t need to do or say anything if you don’t want to,” he said. “But I guess my brothers are right in that you deserve to know how wonderful I think you truly are.”

By some miracle, after a moment of silence you were able to respond in a coherent way. “But Echo, I think you’re wonderful too.”

You’ve seen Echo smile on multiple occasions before, but the look on his face after you spoke was something so much more special. The two of you were close enough that he could easily reach out and take your hand, and you could have sworn you felt sparks fly as you touched. You so desperately wanted to kiss him, and it seemed he wanted something similar, because moments later your lips were on his.

But of course, perfection can’t always last forever, because the door to the room opened, and the two of you sprang apart. You should have known that it would be Fives who was standing in the doorway, a look of pure joy on his face. “Kix owes me 10 credits!” he yelled, and the sound of whoops and cheers echoed through the halls. Clearly, their little plan had succeeded.

But Echo did not look as amused as his twin, so you took his hand again, pulling him out of the room and into the hallway of the ship. “Wait, where are you going?” Jesse asked.

“We’ve got things to do,” you said simply, and you could see Echo’s eyes widen as he took in your implication. “And if any of you disturb us, or the kitchen isn’t sparkling clean by the time we get back, I’ll tell Rex that you’re the ones who swiped his datapad.”

Your threat had the intended effect, and you leaned in to place a kiss on Echo’s cheek while his brothers rushed back into the kitchen. “Come on,” you said with a smile. “We deserve some privacy.” 

- the end -

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

chapter 9

Note: direct follow up to chapter 8 of the Fighter fic. Other Fighter chapters are in my masterlist.

Warnings: 18+!! fluff, smut, suggestive. mention of alcohol.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric slowly found himself back again, while you managed to surprise him.

wordcount: 4,5k

Masterlist

'What's gotten into you?'

After you had finally managed to drag your husband away from the beach, up the hotel entrance stairs and eventually into your room, you didn't even have a chance to sober him up. As soon as Sihtric hit the bed, he fell asleep. And he snored. Loud. His insanely loud snoring could probably be heard all the way down at that beach party. You struggled to take off his clothes, leaving him to sleep in just his tight, Gucci boxer shorts, and you finally laid down next to him after having changed into sleeping gear yourself. You laid awake for hours, making sure he was okay and didn't accidentally get some kind of alcohol poisoning. 

After a while he more or less woke up and kept trying to hug you, which told you he was doing fine. He kept trying to kiss you, and you had to push him over to face the other side, so his cocktail scented breath wasn't being breathed in your face anymore. After that you eventually fell asleep for a few hours.

It was almost noon when you woke up because you suddenly heard Sihtric sprint to the bathroom, where he threw up, again. He reappeared after a few minutes, and you couldn't help but snicker at his appearance. He was looking awfully pale. What was left of his previously braided hair was more a tangled mess that resembled something of a bird's nest, and his eyes were heavy. So much for a fun night out. 

'You okay?' you asked as Sihtric stumbled back towards the bed.

'Yeah,' he said, his voice hoarse, 'just my head is fucking killing me. And I had the weirdest dream,' he shuddered, 'I fought one of those gigantic spiders you're so afraid of, but... but he wasn't afraid of me?'

You stared at him, blinking a few times while being speechless at the sudden random information.

'I... I think you should try to eat something, sweetheart. Do you want me to call room service? Get you some juice and some scrambled eggs or something?'

Sihtric groaned, grabbed onto his stomach, and ran back into the bathroom.

'Guess not,' you mumbled as you grimaced at the sound of him being sick again.

The rest of the day was uneventful, as Sihtric needed the entire day to recover from his hangover, and you had to catch up with some sleep yourself. The following days after the beach party, Sihtric slowly started to pick up a workout routine again. Early in the mornings he'd go for a jog, before the sun was fully risen, and you found him shadow boxing on the balcony in the evenings. Overall, his mood improved quickly within those days and before you knew it, you only had one day left before your flight back home again. You once again had dinner at the hotel and enjoyed some quiet time in your room, after both having packed up most stuff in your suitcases.

'You want to go to the beach?' Sihtric asked when you just finished braiding his hair.

You happily agreed, grabbed a bag and a few towels, and went to the same beach you've spent earlier evenings at. 

It was once again quiet, with only a handful of people around. Despite Sihtric being quite a pain to be around the first few days, this holiday did turn out to be the best one in regards to going out in public. You were hardly ever bothered, and it made Sihtric more at ease to leave the hotel with you. Sure, you hadn't really done any sightseeing, but then again, you didn't even want to go to Australia in the first place, so you didn't care much.

At the beach, you found a little hidden spot between a few high rocks, where you spread out the towels. Then, you took off your dress under which you wore your bikini, the latter which didn't cover a whole lot of skin to be honest, and you grabbed the book you were still reading as you settled down. You frowned when you saw Sihtric approach the water, something he hadn't done the other evenings, but you were glad he was keeping himself busy while it was still bright enough to read. For a moment you thought he was ging to take a dive in the water with his thin, white sleeveless shirt still on, but he didn't. Instead, he sat down in the sand and you focused on your book.

You finally managed to read one whole page of your book, and when you figured Sihtric was awfully quiet, you peeked up over the pages, only to see him do some sit-ups not far from you. You smiled at the pleasant sight, but managed to bring your eyes back to your book again, reading yet another whole page. When you peeked at Sihtric again, you caught him doing push-ups. You tried to bring your focus back to your book again, but couldn't help your eyes wandering back to your husband and his ridiculously sized biceps. You had to admit, after a few days without any sexual activity, you desperately wanted to be handled by him, but not that rough. 

Sihtric was oblivious to your hungry stare and, after a long moment of eyeing up your husband, you finally managed to continue your book. Until, moments later, Sihtric suddenly snatched the book out of your hands and grabbed your ankle. He pulled you towards him, quickly took off his shirt, then picked you up as you screamed and he threw you over his shoulder.

'What the hell!' you laughed as he walked towards the water again, 'what are you doing?'

'Going for a swim.'

'What? No!' you yelled and giggled, trying to fight him, but you simply didn't stand a chance.

Sihtric let his body drop down into the water once he had walked in far enough, and you went along with him, completely under, where you managed to escape his grip. You half swam, half ran from him, but Sihtric was still much faster than you. He got a hold of you before you could reach the dry sand, and he pulled you back in the water. You let out a sudden yelp when he picked you up again and did the same as before, dunking underwater with you in his arms. You hadn't seen Sihtric smile this wide or laugh this hard in a while, so you let him have his moment, enjoying the innocent taunting of the man you love entirely and wholeheartedly. All his flaws and his perfections, he was yours, and you him completely.

'What's gotten into you?' you smiled when he finally seemed to calm down, and he pulled you close as you stood almost up to your chest in the sea.

'I don't know,' Sihtric smiled, his arms circled around your waist under water, and he nuzzled your nose and cheek, 'could be that bikini of yours,' he chuckled.

'Oh, come on, you've seen it before,' you said, and softly hummed at his affection.

'Yeah,' he said, 'but it's like… I don't know,' he suddenly smiled shyly, 'like you look even prettier today than usual. Which should be impossible.'

You giggled and felt your cheeks heat up. 

'You look really good today too,' you said while squeezing his biceps, 'I saw your little work-out,' you grinned, 'I'm sure in some countries you'd been arrested for being too damn sexy.'

Sihtric smiled and blushed, then buried his face in your neck, softly pecking your skin while he held you close. Then, he hooked his arms under your knees and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist while he held you up, conveniently for him, by holding your buttocks in his hands. You didn't mind, but you were already aroused since he did those push-ups, and now that he squeezed your ass occasionally as you kissed him, the pressure only got worse.

'Honey,' you giggled, but Sihtric silenced you with a kiss.

He bit your lower lip softly, and when you wrapped your arms around his neck, you both deepened the kiss. Sihtric's breathing became heavier, turning into light moans against your lips while your tongues slowly moved against each other like waves, as the ocean water calmly pushed up against your back.

'Fuck,' Sihtric breathed, 'you don't know what you do to me, bunny,' he whispered in between his slow, wet kisses, 'you really don't fucking know, baby.'

'Then tell me,' you whispered, feeling overwhelmed with a sudden rush of butterflies as your lips crashed back onto your husband's.

'I can't explain it,' Sihtric whispered, 'you're everything,' he smiled against your lips, 'so beautiful,' he kissed you again, 'so sweet,' he flicked his tongue against your lips and chuckled softly, 'so fucking perfect, bunny. I'm the luckiest man alive,' he gazed up into your eyes, 'I only ever want you. I'm yours. All yours. And I want everything with you,' he whispered before he kissed you deeply again, 'everything with you, for the rest of my life.'

'Sihtric,' you breathed and cupped his cheeks, 'I… I really want you to make love to me right now.'

'Gods,' he chuckled with a desperate moan, 'I thought you'd never ask.'

He carried you back onto the beach, where he put you down on your feet as soon as he had reached the towels.

'Hotel?' Sihtric asked, impatiently, while you closed the book he had snatched away earlier and threw it in your beach bag, 'should I call a cab, bunny?'

'No,' you said, quickly looking around and not finding a single soul nearby, 'here,' you then giggled and sat down on the towels, 'now.'

'H-here?' Sihtric asked, with big eyes.

A sudden blush settled on his cheeks as he watched you lay down, slowly pulling to loosen the string that held your bikini top up around your neck, revealing your bare breasts to him within seconds.

'Come here, tiger,' you purred. 

You gave him a cheeky smile and beckoned him over, using your index finger teasingly to lure him closer. Sihtric wasted no time and followed your lead, moving on top of you. His head was spinning, and his eyes darkened at the sight of your almost completely naked body underneath him, in public, while the setting sun casted the colour of fire on your skin, which resembled the burning sensation he felt inside for you, he thought.

'What if anyone sees us?' he asked.

'Then let them watch,' you breathed, 'let them watch how good you treat me.'

You didn't care right about anyone else, you just wanted him, now. Sihtric grinned and bit down on his lip. He slowly removed your bikini thong, whereas you were fast to pull down his swimming trunks. A warm breeze touched your skin pleasantly, before Sihtric moved his body in between your thighs.

'Baby?' you whispered and cupped his cheeks.

Sihtric looked at you with soft, questioning eyes. 'Hm?'

'Go easy, okay?' you said, tracing his lips slowly with your thumb, 'I don't just want to fuck,' you whispered, smiling, 'I want you to love me.'

'I always love you,' Sihtric whispered, taking your chin gently with his fingertips, 'Always. I got you, bunny,' he smiled and kissed your lips, 'I got you, I promise. Let me take care of you,' he whispered before he kissed his way down your neck, to your breasts, down your stomach and on to your inner thigh.

You were already lightheaded with lust and love before you felt his lips leave soft, wet kisses onto your folds, until he slowly and firmly used his tongue to nearly push you over your edge within minutes. Desperately trying to keep quiet, you had to stop him before you'd finish and become overstimulated. Sihtric got the hint and, with a satisfied yet cocky smile, he brought his face back up to yours. He kissed you deeply as he finally entered you, both trying your hardest to keep your moans as quiet as possible. Sihtric moved his big hands up into your hair and one down to your thigh, holding you close as he thrusted into you, slow and deep, while you had your arms wrapped around his neck and one leg hooked around his waist. He moaned when you met his movements by rolling your hips against his. He then kissed you, slow and deep, the same way he made love to you on that beach while the sun was slowly disappearing into the ocean.

'I love you,' Sihtric breathed, with a desperate tone, 'gods, I love you, lady.'

'And I love you, husband,' you smiled against his lips, and Sihtric moaned heavily at your words.

The next day you found yourself in the plane again, first class, ready to fly back home. Before Sihtric settled down next to you, you quickly hid the tiny liquor bottles, which the flight attendants had prepared for each first class passenger. Sihtric may have said he didn't want any alcohol again, but you knew he would get bored during the long flight and would try to down whichever tiny liquor shot he could find. And the last thing you wanted was a drunk, former kickboxing champion stuck on a plane. 

Still all head over heels for you since the passionate love making on the beach the night before, Sihtric couldn't keep his hands or lips off you. Despite leaving boiling Australia, he was dressed in black sweatpants, a black hooded sweater, the hood pulled up to cover his braided hair and part of his face, while wearing black sunglasses to be more or less unrecognisable. He pulled you against his chest after he had reclined his seat, so he could lay back comfortably, and he brought your knee up to rest on his legs. 

Moments after the plane had taken off, Sihtric gently pushed your chin up to kiss you. Soft, sweet pecks at first, but soon enough his kisses became deeper and sloppier. He held your face while his other hand found its way to your ass, softly massaging as he moved his big, warm hand over the smooth fabric of your matching sweatpants, and occasionally giving you a firm squeeze. He hummed and chuckled softly during the sweet but intense make out session. And you don't know what suddenly got into you, but you couldn't seem to stop yourself from rubbing your palm over his crotch, feeling his cock harden quickly.

'Don't tease me like that,' Sihtric whispered, smiling, before he kissed you again while he squeezed your ass a little harder.

'You're my husband,' you giggled softly, 'I can tease you all I want.'

'Mhm,' he hummed, 'I am your husband, and proudly so,' he whispered, 'but you know we're too loud to have sex on a plane, bunny. We won't get away with it.'

'Don't worry,' you grinned as you snuck your hand down his sweatpants, 'I don't want to have sex.'

'You don't?' Sihtric furrowed his brow as he stared at you from behind his sunglasses, but he quickly smiled again as you continued teasing him with your hand.

'No,' you shrugged with a sly smile, granting him a few more seconds of the secret pleasure.

Then you abruptly pulled away from him and got up, leaving your seat. You looked back over your shoulder as you made way to the toilets, and you waited for about a minute before Sihtric managed to follow you without raising any suspicion. Without anyone noticing, you pulled him into the cramped space, locked the door, closed the toilet lid, and you pushed Sihtric to sit down before he could even take off his glasses.

'Wow, baby,' Sihtric chuckled and pushed the hood of his sweater down while he removed his shades, 'what has gotten into you today?'

You had no idea what had gotten into you, all you wanted was to please your husband right now. So you just gave him a cheeky smile and a shrug. Then, you parted his knees and kneeled down between his thighs. Sihtric leaned back, biting down on his lip with a sly smile, his eyes already heavy, his cheeks coloured rosy while his hands moved up into your loose hair.

'Hm, you gonna treat me, bunny?' he husked.

'Mhm,' you hummed with a smile, moving your hands slowly up his muscular thighs.

You cupped his arousal, gently massaging him as you leaned in to kiss his lips. Sihtric hummed against your lips, already struggling to contain his excitement, and you told him he better be quiet.

'How quiet I am,' he said and leaned back again, 'depends entirely on my wife.'

You smiled, then took out his cock, and proceeded to give him the best blowjob he ever had, according to him. And you knew he wasn't lying, as he nearly blacked out after you made him finish. And you knew his heavy, beast-like growl was without a doubt heard outside of the toilet door. But you didn't care. You wiped your mouth with a smile, satisfied that you could please your husband that good it made him lose his ability to function for a good while afterwards. After you had quickly hopped back to your seat, Sihtric followed shortly after, stumbling as his head was still spinning. He sat down with a deep sigh and pulled you into his arms again, holding you tightly against his chest.

'Thank you, bunny,' Sihtric whispered and pecked your lips, then he pulled the hood of his comfy sweater up again and put his sunglasses back on.

'My pleasure,' you smiled and kissed his cheek, 'I love you.'

'I love you more. I promise I'll show you a good time after we land,' he said with a smile.

'Eh... at the airport toilet?' you grimaced.

'What? No!' Sihtric snorted, 'you know I prefer to eat in my car,' he winked.

You were both happy to be back home again, and you were also thrilled to find out Sihtric had accepted a rather short notice job. He was invited to attend a charity event at a local gym in two weeks, which helped troubled youngsters to stay off the streets and take their issues out with boxing. As Sihtric was quite the troublemaker himself, sometimes still struggling to stay on the right track, he gladly accepted the invite, but only if you'd join him, which you would.

Despite feeling a little under the weather that day, you enjoyed seeing him teach a whole bunch of children and teenagers some kickboxing basics during a masterclass. After that, there was a Q&A, which you enjoyed even more. You told Sihtric you wanted to sit with the crowd, not on stage, as you had no business there, but Sihtric only agreed if you'd be in the first row where he could see you, so he knew you were still close. 

You smiled at the sight of him, as he was clearly quite enjoying this day, despite being the centre of attention. The difference was that there was no media around, except for a local newspaper, so no one bothered him with private matters or made things uncomfortable.

'Will you come out of retirement again?' one youngster asked during the Q&A.

Sihtric chuckled when the entire crowd erupted in massive cheers, and he couldn't speak before everyone quieted down, so he glanced at you. You shrugged lightly, knowing that you could never decide that for him, and never would.

'I don't know if I will ever fight professional again,' Sihtric answered honestly, earring a few taunting boos from the kids, 'but I will fight whoever booed me,' Sihtric quickly remarked, to which everyone laughed and a few brave teens yelled they're up for it.

He looked at you again and you smiled at each other. You mouthed an I love you to him, to which he visibly blushed and blew you a quick kiss, which left you with a satisfied grin.

'How do you stay grounded when you are capable of fighting at the highest level? Like… how do you deal with fame?' someone else asked.

'Eh,' Sihtric said, then paused for a moment. 'As most of you may know, I don't deal well with fame at all. But,' he paused again, 'you need good people around you, people you trust,' Sihtric said, 'I'm blessed with my team. They stuck with me despite the stupid things I have done. Not just in the past, but also recently. Look,' he said, 'I don't have everything figured out either. Half of the time I don't know what I'm doing, or where I'm going. It's a weird life,' he admitted, 'it's not always fun. It can be very lonely, very isolating. It can become very depressing. Getting into the game because you want to be famous is the worst thing you can do. If you train with that goal in mind, I can guarantee you, you will fail. You have to want to become the best because you love the sport, not everything that comes with it. Because at the end of the day, after winning that huge title fight you so desperately wanted, and you're alone in your hotel room with that belt in your hands,' he paused again and shook his head lightly, 'you will find out that the belt, the title, the money, all that… it means fuck all.'

'Oh, ehh,' the host of the event said quickly after Sihtric's cursing.

'Oh, fuck, sorry,' Sihtric said, then groaned, 'I mean, crap,' he chuckled when everyone laughed.

You laughed, but had teared up at his speech, feeling awfully emotional for some reason, and it only got worse as the Q&A continued.

'What I try to say is, you have to be yourself, no matter what. Pay attention to those who have your back now and stick with you all the way to the top. Because those are the people you can trust. I'm sure you all know Uhtred and Finan,' Sihtric said, 'they've been with me from the beginning. But remember, always be wary of those who start to get close after you're booking success.'

Sihtric looked down at his feet when he earned a rather deafening applause and you quickly wiped a tear away.

'Do you still feel lonely?' a boy suddenly asked him.

Sihtric's stern look softened, and a shy smile appeared along with a spark in his eyes.

'No,' he said, 'I don't. Not anymore,' he looked at you, 'I've been blessed with a pretty lady who didn't care about who I was or what I had. In fact, she didn't even like me at first,' he laughed, 'but I still married her. She saw right through me and my tough guy act. Things would've been way different if she didn't stick around through some of the shi-, I mean, the hell I've put her through ever since we met. So,' he sniffled and cleared his throat, 'a good group of friends around you is important, but also a husband or wife who has your back is really important, if not the most important. Believe me, nothing beats the feeling of coming home and having someone who is waiting for you to step through that front door.'

You were a bawling mess by the end of the Q&A, and Sihtric was quick to run up to you as everyone left the room.

'Hey,' he cupped your cheeks, 'what's wrong, love? You look a little pale.'

'God, I don't know,' you sighed, 'I just don't feel well and your stupid speech made me cry,' you sniffled, 'honey, I'm sorry, but I really think it's better for me if I go home. I really don't feel good.'

'No, it's okay,' Sihtric said as he embraced you, 'I'm sure they'll understand why we are going home, bunny.'

'What?' you looked up at him, 'no, sweetheart, you stay here. I can get a ride home.'

'But-'

'No, Sihtric. These kids are dying to meet you, to have a chat and get a picture. You can't leave. I won't let you.'

'But-'

'No,' you said sternly, 'just stay, okay? You can't do much for me anyway back home, and It's good for you to do this on your own too. You will be fine, I promise,' you pecked his lips, 'just don't fight with anyone, that's all.'

Sihtric gave you a pained look. He really didn't want to let you go back home on your own, and he also truly didn't want to be left on his own either, but he knew you were right. Reluctantly, he agreed and called Finan to pick you up, as he didn't want you to get a random cab home. And after an uncountable 'I love you's' and endless quick kisses, Sihtric finally let you close the car door and allowed Finan to drive off.

'Fin?' you asked from the backseat, 'can you please stop by a pharmacy?'

'Uh, yeah,' the Irish man said, 'you okay?'

'Yeah, just gotta grab some… stuff.'

'Stuff, huh?' he asked, 'anything Sihtric should know of?'

'No, no,' you said, 'it's probably nothing.'

'Not pregnant, are you?' Finan snickered.

'Heh, imagine,' you feigned a chuckle and stared out of the car window.

The next afternoon you felt even more nauseous than the day before, where Sihtric had found you asleep in bed by the time he came home in the evening. And today, you had to tell Sihtric some news, but you couldn't find him in the annoyingly big house. When you decided to give up and just sit in the living room in your pyjamas, Sihtric suddenly snuck his arms around you from behind. You cursed loudly at the sudden scare, but you were also glad to have found your husband again.

'So-,' you tried to speak.

'Come with me,' Sihtric said as he took your hand, not hearing you.

Before you could say something else, he pulled you with him through the kitchen, into the gigantic backyard. It was early fall, but it was a pleasantly warm afternoon. Sihtric was dressed in an unbuttoned flannel, exposing his trained body while his signature black sweatpants were underneath, and his hair was tied back in a bun. He was effortlessly looking good, as per usual, you thought. You only decided to ignore the white socks he wore in those hideous green flip flops.

'Where are we going?' you asked, 'what are you doing?'

'I'm not telling,' Sihtric smiled as he guided you into the small forest he owned.

A few minutes later you stumbled upon a large blanket, spread out on the leaf covered ground, on which a few pillows and all kinds of foods and drinks were placed.

'Siht?' you teared up as you looked back at him, 'what is this? Wha-'

'Shh,' he hushed you with a kiss and led you onto the soft blanket, 'sit.'

You sat down, trying to be as relaxed as possible, but you couldn't shake your nerves despite the sweet, romantic setting.

'So,' Sihtric said as he poured you a cup of tea from a thermos flask, 'I have something to tell you.'

'Oh,' you looked surprised, 'I… I actually have something to tell you too.'

'Oh?' he said as he poured himself a cup, 'you go first then, bunny,' he smiled sweetly after he brought his full attention to you.

'No, no,' you chuckled, 'it's okay, love. I mean,' you looked around, 'you did all this? Why?'

'No, it can wait,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your cheek, 'spill your news.'

'No, I-'

'Love, just tell m-' Sihtric cut you off.

'No, babe-' you interrupted him.

This cutting off continued for a short while, until you both got so confused and riled up, that you both spilled your news at the same time, by accident, while completely talking over each other.

'Bunny, the UFC offered me a contract and I've signed it.'

'Honey, I'm pregnant.'

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[dippindaz]

“Please don’t leave me”

The Grabber x Reader

A/N: and the grabber was too stunned to speak✨ I loved writing this and trying to figure out his character hahah, also if you catch my little pun, you’re amazing. I wrote “sh shh”s, at one point in the fic, and it’s mean to be like he’s saying “shh” multiple times without writing out every time he says it, sorry if it look weird lmao.

Warnings: kidnapping(obvi), Stockholm syndrome, abandonment issues/fear of being alone, he calls you “little thing” so objectification? Anxiety and nightmares mentioned

Fandom: The Black Phone

Unedited

Dark, cold, and lonely. This is what you knew now. The basement was dingy and dirty. You wish there was sometimes to do other than stare at the walls. It was so boring and so so lonely.

You hated being alone. Hated when people would leave you. Your anxiety would sky rocket and this was no difference. Honestly, you couldn’t tell if your anxiety was worse or better when he was in the room.

It was nice having someone else there, to hear someone’s voice. To talk to someone. Even if it was him. You shouldn’t feel this way. You knew that. Yet, here you were, hoping for the lock of the door to click open and see his silhouette in the door way.

Thoughts began consuming you. What if he just stopped visiting? What would you do? How would you live?

Your breathing quickened, and your eyes began to sting. You gently laid yourself back onto the bare mattress and bit your thumb. You couldn’t hold in your tears.

You awoke to a click. Your eyes shot open and you slowly turned to the door. Slowly the door opened creaking the whole way. You could make out the outline of the man before you.

A part of you felt some relief. You couldn’t help the soft smile that crept its way to your face. He came back. You felt disgusted. Why were you glad he was here? As hard you tried you couldn’t understand it.

“Hello little bird,” his voice was light and airy. He’s a good mood. You had to be careful to not make him angry. “Are you hungry?”

You opened your mouth to speak but no sounds came out. You shut your mouth and looked to the floor lightly nodding.

You dared not look up as you heard his feet, step step step, until they stopped right in front of you.

A tray came into your vision. A bottle of soda and a plate of eggs. What he always fed you. A small clack spread throughout the room as he set the tray down.

For a moment everything was silent. You closed your eyes, imagining a world where you woke up from this nightmare. Your fantasy smelled just like eggs. Someone was making eggs at your stove, their back turned to you. Your fantasy slowly fell apart as the figure turned, that sinister smiling mask met your eyes.

Your eyes shot open as you were suddenly brought back to reality. “What’s wrong, little Dove?” A voice filled with concern. “Do you not like what I’ve made for you?” His voice grew deeper.

You looked up at him, smiling. “Thank you.”

“For what?” His voice was soft once again, gentle. He knew he could break you if he wanted. Was that he was so gentle sometimes?

“Thank you, for-for always taking care of me.” Your voice grew quieter as you talked. Did you just... thank a kidnapper for taking care of you?

He chuckled and his hand found its way to your head. He carefully began to pet you. Head tilted, he said, “Such a special little thing.... you’ve lasted much longer than the rest.”

The feeling of his warm hand contrasted with your now cold blood. You wouldn’t say anything, couldn’t. “Hmph.” He grunted and pulled his hand away from you.

Your eyes widened as he walked away towards the open door. “Wait!” You screamed without thinking.

He stopped and turned to you, waiting for you to say something. You only collapsed over yourself. “Please-, please don’t leave” hiccup “me...” You choked out between sobs.

The only sound were your poorly muffled sobs. Eventually though, you weren’t sure when, a hand found it’s way to your head again.

His other hand wrapped around your shoulders and pulled back up to be sitting. You then fell into him, melting into his warm body. Your weak hands clung to his button up shirt. Your body was wracked with sobs.

He held you so so carefully. One hand rubbing your back while the pet your head. He rocked you back and forth so gently. His soft “sh shh”s, muffled by the sound of your wails.

He stayed with you, the whole time you cried. Minutes? Hours? You weren’t sure. All the while he softly cradled you in his arms.

————the end————-

Bonus cause I meant to stop but didn’t :)

You finally calmed. “My little dove, what’s made you cry?�� His voice was soft and quiet, more so than usual. He was so caring... was he really so bad?

“I- I don’t know...” you said almost instinctively.

“Don’t lie to me.” His voice went deep. No, threatening.

Your fist gripped his shirt tighter, “I’m, I’m sorry, I just- I... I hate being alone...” your soft voice trailed off and you sniffled. He smelled nice. Comforting.

“Hmm, I’m afraid I must leave,” he pulled away from you. “But I promise I’ll come back. I always will.”

You let your hands slide off his chest as he stood up. He straightened his shirt and began walking to the door. You couldn’t help your small cries. It was so lonely. Why did he have to go?

Just before latching the door he turned to you. “Don’t cry, dove, I always keep my promises.”

With that he shut the door. The room was dark and cold again. You hugged yourself hoping for some semblance of his hug. Backing up against the wall, you curled into a ball and sobbed.

“Please come back...”

——-the actual end this time——-

[joohanisms]

okay but like what about jooyeon and jiseok

likeeee they both have way too much energy and they’re both way too excited to do ANYTHING like both of them just have to have their hands on you at every possible second and there’s not even any pausing or one of them being more dominant than the other I feel like they would just egg each other on to see who can give you more pleasure

it would definitely be messy I feel like both jiseok and joo get a kick out of making a mess of you jiseok is more purposeful like he wants to see you a drooling, sweaty, sticky mess whereas I feel like jooyeon kind of unintentionally is messy with his partners but either way you guys are def going to need a bath afterwards

anon i've said this before but the moment i saw this in my inbox i got chills. you read my mind

threesome with jiseok + jooyeon 💭💫

cw: overstimulation, quick mention of nearly all types of sex (penetrative, oral, pegging, fingering, intercrural,), homoeroticism oops, jiseok likes making people messy, damn i need them wc: ~810

IF YOU THINK FOR THE SLIGHTEST SECOND. THAT IF YOU WERE DATING JISEOK HE WOULDN'T LOVE TO SHARE YOU WITH JOOYEON. OR VICE VERSA. YOU ARE WRONG.

i mean, if you're down, of course.

you put everything down so nicely!!!! i agree 100000% with you

first of all. we all know jiseok is into overstimulation.

so not only is he sharing you with his bff (and he's over the moon about it), he's also employing another pair of hands to wreck you. he's killing two birds with one stone!

and joo... my lovely joo

he's just SO excited. he probably has you cumming five minutes in because he's too impatient for anything right now

they're SUCH a duo. you can't catch a break. you never have less than two hands on you.

they DEFINITELY just egg each other on. they add fuel to each other's fire.

i can't even describe it – they're EVERYWHERE. boobs being kneaded, kissed and sucked to perfection, hands gripping your ass, mouths on your neck, your face, your cunt, open mouthed kissed to your lips only to drift lower, cocks between your thighs, brushing your tongue, teasing your entrance, fucking into you – you're getting the complete package.

joo is more favorable to eating you out, though. <3

depending on the ~vibe~, their hands might get so antsy they help each other out while they make you see stars, and it's so unbearably hot you have half a mind to just combust on the spot.

like... what do you mean jiseok has his hands down your panties but his mouth is on jooyeon's? what do you mean jooyeon is latched to your titty but he's jerking jiseok off? it's too hot. you're sure the room is burning.

your favorite homoerotic moment was that time jiseok was ramming his cock into you while jooyeon licked your clit – his spit dripping onto jiseok, his tongue brushing his cock, jiseok's hand tangled in joo's hair... good times

[whispers] ask them to buy you a strap on. they'll have one ready for you next time.

now drifting away from them x you... gang up on one of them.

order jooyeon to jerk off while you and jiseok watch. he'll get so shy and whiny, but will give you the most delectable moans and grins when you two finally touch him how he wants you to.

jiseok's first time taking it up the ass came from one of those situations – he laid on his stomach while you fucked him nice and loose; while jooyeon knelt behind you fucking you nice and loose.

fr i agree soooo much with the messiness and their dynamic in regards to it

jiseok loves runny makeup, tear tracks, spit and sweat shining against the dim light, sticky thighs and fingers, cum on your skin.

it's something about making you lose your composure – making you feel so good you can barely think about anything else. but also, it's about the visuals. it's about knowing he did all of that. anyway, he just thinks it's really fucking hot.

jooyeon is just a messy guy. now, he doesn't care about his own composure; he's making you feel good and it's not some drool that's making him stop. so what if you're sweating? so what if his hands are sticky with your release? he might just lick it up, honestly.

the kind of guy to tie his hair up so it doesn't get in the way of making you cum (and if he doesn't – he'll need a shower after he's done with you, anyway.)

so when they're together... it's honestly just joining the useful and the delightful.

joo will make a mess, jiseok will get turned on by it and make a bigger mess, joo will be even messier and it's a vicious cycle.

all of you will end up having to either bathe or shower. according to joo, there is a right choice... and it's showering so you can cuddle in bed quicker.

but then he tries to start another round in the shower? i see right through you, lee jooyeon.

on special occasions, you'll take a bath – it's cramped, but neither of you would have it any other way <3 except for the occasional "baby, my leg is falling asleep :-(" "could you please move your bony ass knee?" "stop moving around! you're jostling us!", etc.

well, at the end of the day, jooyeon might be right.

when you're all comfy on the bed, nice and warm on clean sheets, sandwiched between them, you can finally get the 5 hour nap you need and deserve. they tired you out pretty good; they always do.

p.s.: if you're not poly – only in a very good relationship with your boyfriend's bff – all you need to do for him to stay and cuddle is ask. some of the most delicious naps you've ever had were between them.

[seokmthw]

peaceful mornings | kim jiwoong

⇢ pairing: jiwoong x reader

⇢ warnings: fluff, established relationship

⇢ word count: 839

prompt: #16 "i would like my good morning kiss now"

⇢ note: writing for jiwoong is not good for my mental health this is exactly why i lost the war of trying not to bias him (it didn't take long LOL) i hope you enjoy anon~

soft, morning sunlight filtered through your blinds, blissfully warm and comforting. the faint sounds of birds chirping could be heard outside of the window, and you had never felt more at peace than you did in this current moment. your eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of your sleeping boyfriend, jiwoong, his soft breaths matching the rise and fall of his chest perfectly. 

you sighed contentedly, nuzzling closer into his arms - as if you weren’t already impossibly close to him to begin with. you gazed up at jiwoong, taking note of how perfectly his hair fell across his forehead, and how relaxed he looked while sleeping. you weren’t sure how you got so lucky, but you were beyond grateful to have someone like him in your life.

he began to stir lightly, rolling over onto his side and throwing one of his arms over your body, a soft smile gracing his lips as he did so. eyes still closed, he mumbled, “good morning, my love.”

you couldn’t help the small giggle that slipped past your lips, “good morning.”

jiwoong buried his face into the crook of your neck, planting a soft kiss on your skin as a greeting. you allowed your eyes to slowly close, relishing in the feeling of jiwoong being clingy and the warmth he radiated off of his body. you could feel him smile as he pecked the same area again, just happy to have you in his arms. though, you could say he was just happy to have you, but what could he say - he was a sucker for everything you did.

“you look so pretty when you wake first wake up,” jiwoong said, his voice still raspy from his slumber. 

you giggled at him, poking his arm playfully, “you haven’t even opened your eyes yet.”

“i don’t have to in order to know how pretty you are,” he pulled away from your neck, finally braving the sunlight and allowing his eyes to finally open, immediately taking in the sight of you. his irises were a rich, honey brown in the sun and you couldn’t help but get lost in them. he smiled gently, “see, i was right.”

the two of you laid together for a while longer before you decided to finally roll out of bed and make the two of you breakfast. jiwoong whined the moment you slipped from his grasp, looking like a lost puppy in the bed alone. he jutted out his bottom lip, holding out his arms, as if inviting you, “come back here, i wasn’t done with you.”

“i want to make you breakfast first,” you laughed, nearly giving into him and melting back into his arms, “and then after we eat, we can lay in bed all day if you want.”

with that, you exited your shared bedroom and bounded to the kitchen, most of your remaining sleepiness subsiding as you began pulling out everything to make eggs and toast for the two of you. it shocked you a little bit that jiwoong didn’t immediately follow you out of the bedroom, but you supposed he was a little more sleepy than you were since you’d woken up earlier. you quietly hummed to yourself, cracking an egg into the pan and picking out a piece of the pesky shell that had managed to fall in with it. 

shortly after cracking your second egg of the morning, you felt jiwoong’s arms snake around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder and eyes trained on what you were doing. you leaned back into his touch, letting him kiss your neck once again, “you missed something really important, you know?”

you looked down at the eggs, taking note of the salt and pepper you had seasoned them with. the chuckle that emitted from his lungs gave away that the eggs weren’t what he was talking about. instead, he stated, “i would like my morning kiss now.”

your smile stretched from ear to ear upon hearing his words. you turned around in his arms to face him, brushing some of the messy strands of hair out of his face, joking, “how could i be so cruel to forget jiwoongie’s morning kiss.”

“hey,” he pouted, his brows furrowing along with it, “it’s not my fault i happen to like kissing my partner.”

you offered a gentle smile, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. you could feel him begin to smile again, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek and deepen the kiss ever so slightly. you pulled away for a moment, allowing the man in front of you to rest his forehead against yours, “i love you.”

“i love you too,” you replied instantly, feeling overwhelmed with love for your boyfriend. the sweet moment didn’t last long, however, because the smell of burning eggs wafted to your nostrils and sent the both of you into a slight panic, quickly shutting of the flames on the stove with shared laughs. 

there wasn’t anyone else you’d rather it be.

[espion7971]

RainWing tribe sheet!

honestly i'm not 100% sure i like this sheet visually. its ok but not my best. i do like my more in-depth headcanon stuff for rainwings, though, so i hope people like it anyway!

fyi the next few tribes are giving me a bit of trouble so i might post these a little slower, but i still plan to get out all 10 tribes!! they just might be more than a few days apart.

Physical Appearance + Traits:

-RainWings live in the dense and tropical rainforest. Similarly to chameleons, they have prehensile tails and claws well-adapted to cling to branches; and, most strikingly, their coloration can be changed at will, to any color under the sun. This can be used for perfect and uncanny camouflage, for intimidation, for beauty and expression, and to communicate emotions. (Below is a chart of emotions corresponding with their colors; note, though, that they can be combined with each other, and patterned, to mean slightly different and more complex things.)

-Like birds of paradise, they are fond of bright and bold colors, but when they want they can also make themselves virtually undetectable. What exactly this skill is used for depends on the period of history; showing off, playing hide-and-seek, hunting, silent warfare.

-RainWings also have fangs that can be used to expel “venom” - called such for lack of a better word. It does not need to be injected to be deadly, unlike most venom, and rather seems to have a burning, warping and generally destructive effect on cells upon contact. Whether it is deadly depends on the level and location of exposure.

-Neck, chest and sometimes tail frills are used for expression and dance; the floatiness of these frills, and their color-changing abilities, make them hypnotizing. Neck ruffs in particular are commonly used for communication: perked up to show curiosity, drooping to show discomfort or sadness, and flared to show anger and to intimidate. 

-Their fifth claw - the dew claw - is larger and more opposable than those of other tribes, more like a human thumb. This, and their extra (and also more dextrous) wing claw, lets them climb and cling to trees with swiftness and ease. It also makes it easier to use tools, and crack open fruits and nuts, while keeping themselves steady and balanced. 

Life Cycle:

-RainWings are typically laid in clutches of 4-9 eggs. They take the longest of any tribe to develop within the egg; they incubate for nearly half a year, and still are hatched with pale and dull colors. As they grow, though, they get better control over their color-changing abilities through play under the watch of the rest of the tribe.

-RainWings do not form partnerships at all, and rarely mate with the same dragon twice. They also do not raise dragonets on their own; all dragonets are raised communally by the wider tribe. RainWings make friends and have positive relationships, but the idea of parental or romantic relationships are odd to the vast majority of them. Romantic partnerships are not completely unheard of, but they’re seen as unusual.

-Dragonets are naturally playful and learn to harness their abilities through games and competitions. This, though other tribes scoff at it, is quite effective, and other than a lack of structure and discipline in certain eras depending on the queen, RainWings are not less powerful than any other tribes, through nature or nurture. 

-The oldest they usually live is to 90 -100. It's uncommon to go much longer than that, which makes RainWings one of the shorter-lived tribes. Old RainWings tend to live together in their own communities within the tribe, and likewise, younger RainWings prefer each other's company. These boundaries aren't strict, but social norms expect dragons to generally stick to their age groups.

Society and Culture:

-RainWings’ societal structure has varied through time. Their ranged venom and near-invisibility makes them excellent assassins and spies, and several times in history they have been organized or hired in this way. Their nature, though, tends to be easygoing and nonviolent on the whole, and their culture tends to drift in that direction in the absence of external pressure. 

-RainWings are social dragons, and while they do not have a particularly ranked and organized society structure, like SeaWings, their social and personal dynamics are complex and important. Popular and well-liked RainWings are more successful in their tribe than those who are disliked and outcast. Their emotions are very openly communicated, and the idea of hiding thoughts and feelings is strange to them. That isn’t to say they lack subtlety and tact, but they rarely try to suppress their natural scale fluctuations. 

-A lot of RainWing culture rests on colors. They use colors to communicate and associate objects with different emotions based on their color. They sometimes set distinct color palettes in order to appear a certain way in front of others, but some level of fluctuation is impossible to avoid.

-RainWings are the only tribe that has no written language. They are completely illiterate not out of laziness or inability, but because historically they have never had need for communication that isn’t direct and in the present. Their visual signals are so complex that they might be called a crude type of sign language, less refined than Aquatic but not entirely dissimilar, but the only RainWings taught to read and write are those involved in diplomacy or other inter-tribe interactions where it may be necessary. For their own tribe affairs, verbal communication is all they need.

-One of the ultimate staples of RainWing culture is performance - theater and dance. Their dances, often synchronized, with their agile bodies, floating frills and shifting colors, are famously breathtaking and mesmerizing. There was a time when RainWing dancers would travel and perform for different tribes, and dragons scrambled to watch them. For RainWings themselves, though, the performances take on their own meanings, as emotional expression comes through in the colors and some dances tell elaborate stories through these visual cues. Silent theater, similarly, relies on color to tell stories, and these shows aren’t as popular among other tribes simply because other dragons can’t fully comprehend the meanings of different scenes.

-RainWings don’t use facial expressions much, because their scales are so adept at showing emotion, and sometimes that causes communication issues with dragons from other tribes. Similarly, they struggle to separate different tribes from their color associations; for example, it’s hard to get over the subconscious assumptions that all SkyWings are angry, all IceWings are in pain/distress, and all NightWings are constantly overflowing with rage and hatred. (@puzzled-pegasus inspired this one - hope you don’t mind me adopting it!)

-Sleep schedules are loose to non-existent, best compared to that of cats; RainWings generally sleep at midnight and midday, and are awake at dawn and dusk, but short naps throughout the day are considered normal and acceptable.

-Because of the diversity of plant life in the rainforest, RainWings have a more in-depth knowledge of toxins and medicines than any other tribe, and their medics can cure a vast number of ailments. They also have access to - and use - a great variety of stimulants and hallucinogens, usually in a festive or celebratory context.

Diet: Selectively herbivorous. RainWings can eat meat, and sometimes do, but generally they prefer to put time and energy toward gathering rather than hunting. They eat just about every type of fruit under the sun, having adapted to a high-glucose and low-protein diet, and their dishes are elaborate and flavorful with spices and sweeteners; just about every other tribe that eats plants is happy to invite RainWing fruit merchants into their towns. RainWings were also the first Pyrrhian tribe to produce chocolate.

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

*hold gun cutely* Your turn to share headcannons for us to stea- take inspiration from

I find this so funny because there was a period of time where I only posted HCs… and it’s so weird bc damn I don’t do that anymore huh

A lot of my HCs have obviously changed in the 2/3 years I’ve been posting for this fandom, so…

Ahem.

If you ever want any SPECIFIC HCs, do ask, like I’m genuinely happy to offer any info you want. Anyways

DIVINE WARRIORS, because mfers keep talking about them.

TW, for like, sacrifices, and attempted child-murder/sacrifice... and child-on-mother cannibalism... if it counts as cannibalism when the child is a god.

They’re all gods or god-adjacent. Everyone talks about how they are making them not all gods, but fuck that man I find this fun.

They all reach their godhood in different ways, though. and godhood is something that is... complicated. fluid, even.

i'm just gonna talk about Shad (Judgement, in LR) and Irene, tho, bc otherwise this post would be mega fucking long. and i'm pretty sure i have a Kul'Zak ask anyways.

Y'know how people say 'the world is your oyster'? Well, the world is shad's egg. literally. He's the Draconic God of Death, and his entity was created in the belly (centre) of the earth, in heat and warmth and magma. He clawed his way out of the world, and this lore is mentioned in the prologue of LR, but his emergence from the core of the earth caused the earth to bunch up, and created mountains and valleys, and ravines. similarly to dropping a pebble into water, his emergence caused literal ripples. which is why most mountains and such are kind of in a radial pattern outwards from the 'belly of the world', which is just a huge fuck-off ravine. That said, not all mountains, because it's been thousands/millions of years since his emergence, and things do change. He was created as a god, before anyone knew what gods were. He was not the first being to exist, Early humans were around to witness his birth, but he is by far one of the most ancient. Hence why his followers call him 'the Ancient'.

Irene was born a god, though she was birthed by human parents. It's a whole situation, really, very lengthy. More about her mother than it really is about Irene. But she was born during the emergence. Her head crowned as Shad's emerged from the earth, and when he had fully freed himself and laid upon the cool ground, Irene was put into her mother's arms. Her and Shad are perfectly the same age, born at the same exact moment, to balance each other out. It's unclear which one sparked the creation of the other, but it doesn't matter. Both were born bloody and screaming, made to match. Irene was, however, not born looking human. She was a creature from day one. And she was ugly asf too bc like, she's feathered in her creature form, and have you ever seen fresh baby birds? Them mfers ugly. So, reasonably, her parents' people went 'aa' and decided to sacrifice her to the juvenile god of death bc they have volcanoes now, they can do that. However, Irene's mother was fiercely over-protective of her, and instead hid her in the woods to keep her out of the grasps of those wishing to harm her. She meant to go back and get her, so that she could find somewhere safe for her, but Irene's mother kind of got caesar'd (happy ides of march for two days ago), for trying to keep the fucked up little thing she birthed. Her body was dumped into the forest, and Irene ended up finding it and going 'oh a snack'. so... that's fun. However, as is how blood magic works, when one of magic consumes the heart of another, they consume their entirety. It was how Irene claimed a human form, by eating a human heart, and whilst it wasn't particularly an instantaneous transformation, it also lead to her becoming a mother. If not for eating her own mother's heart, she never would've had the maternal traits that ending up characterising her for most of her existence.

half of the irene stuff wasn't even info on how she became a god lmao, just 'oh she was born that way... also she ate her mother lmao'

[onenicebugperday]

@galacticnova3​ submitted: Another honorary bug, this one being a yellow garden spider! Or yellow garden spiders, I should say. I rescued the first girl from our pool; I’d noticed her web on the side before and liked checking in on her, but found that a fallen branch had knocked her home down. She was clinging to a piece of it and the branch in the water, so I found a long stick to get her out, assuming she’d grab on and hang out on the stick to dry like other pool-going spiders I’d encountered in the past. She decided the stick wasn’t good enough though and traveled all the way up to my hand.

I ended up moving her to our patio to help her avoid repeating the unfortunate pool incident, and she decided to set up right by the stairs. This was her a couple days after, putting the orb in orb weaver because I had offered her a big “sorry you had to move” grasshopper. By this point I had gotten attached and named her Vandalism because my dad didn’t like her choice of housing location and I had to convince him to leave her be.

She laid four egg sacs in that location before moving to a different part of the patio, where she eventually laid a fifth that was about half the size of the others. I wasn’t sure if any of them were viable, until she had decided to move. I thought a bird had gotten her because her web was destroyed like something had flown through it and she was nowhere to be found around the area. As soon as I announced her passing my dad told me to take down what was left, eggs included, and in the process the oldest of the three ended up ripping. Imagine my surprise when little babies started spilling out! I ended up putting that first torn sac on a nearby oak tree, since the rough bark would hold it easily and give the not-quite-ready spiderlings places to hide. Then a couple days later I noticed Vandalism was actually alive and had set up in a different spot, though she later moved from that and laid the fifth egg sac.

She has since passed, but I’ve been keeping two of the sacs safe indoors, those being the fourth and fifth ones; the second and third were given to my mom for her yard. Originally I had the big one in my vivarium and the small one in a ziploc bag, but I underestimated how far along the babies were and hadn’t considered the fact that they can fit through the terrarium lid. This became apparent when I went to brush my hair and teeth after watering the vivarium, only to be delayed because I spotted a baby in my hair and subsequently found a bunch exploring the shelf. Behold: a tiny graffiti!

Now both eggs(which are both healthy, babies have been confirmed in the small one!) are in the ziploc bag, but a few babies have been left in the vivarium both because moving them would be difficult and because I figure those that get out can’t get far without wind to carry them, so I can just put them back if they stray away. They’re all doing well and I’m hoping to be able to release them when the weather warms up and they’ll be safe from cold snaps and starvation. Crossing my fingers most of them survive until then!

I love Vandalism!!! She is big and beautiful and I’m glad you rescued her from the pool. Her giant web is very impressive, good for her. RIP tho. And her babies!!! Too tiny...criminally small. Godspeed little spiders! I hope lots of them survive until the spring :)

[afniel]

So I'm playing the D&D Origins Minecraft mod and I'm a warforged druid, meaning I can wild shape into any animal I've touched. I spend the absolute vast majority of my time as either a bat which gives you elytra flight with limited acceleration, or a bee which gives you very slow actual flight, among other things.

Then I realized that as a chicken I can lay eggs, which is extra weird, because I'm a warforged, but whatever! It's fine. Let the fantasy robot guy lay eggs, right, don't question it. So I started laying eggs to throw and spawn my own chickens, but the cooldown is really long to lay an egg, like a minute, and I was like, surely there's got to be some way to speed this up. I need to lay the most eggs as fast as possible, because Efficiency.

And then I realized that wild shaping into a chicken, from being a chicken, actually resets the cooldown timer, so now I've basically figured out how to be shitting eggs out at 20× the intended speed, because that is just the type of person I am. I don't even know what I'm gonna do with that many eggs, or that many chickens, but I'll find some use for them. Probably. The point is I'm winning at egg production like some kind of horrible mechanical baby cannon for birds, and also I am going to kill my children (chickens) with a sword once I've got enough of them (I laid their eggs myself and that's kind of fucked up honestly so of course I'm making it as weird as possible). That's just what druids do! I'm pretty sure. I'm doing it and I'm a druid, ergo, it is a thing at least one druid does. This means I'm technically correct, which is the best kind of correct to be.

Very Normal Minecraft Game.