#sleepy beast guides

[general-sleepy-beast]

Animal Jam Journey Book Kani Cove

I'm putting together a text/gif guide for the journey book! Were starting with Kani Cove! All the creatures aside from the urchin are moving so remember to be patient it can take a minute or two to appear. The guide will be under the read more!

Fun fact of the day, when the journey book was introduced in 2011 only the underwater areas were included!

From the starting point head up and to the right to find the spotted snake eel, it will be sticking out of the barrel

wait here for a bit and the Nautilus to appear

watch for the cuttlefish its fast-moving and blends in!!

head back to the treasure chest, the sea urchin will be just above the treasure chest, well you're there the parrot fish is to the left get that well your here.

Just down from there is where the conch will be found.

okay be patient with the shrimp it's clearly shy, it will bounce along the bottom of the screen the easiest place to spot it is down from the treasure chest.

head up and right toward the sail, there you should see the cormorant!

to the left of the cormorant/above the treasure chest will be where you can find the manatee and hammerhead shark. These two require you to wait quite a bit!

the reward for this is the toy boat pond!!

Hope this is helpful!! this is one of many I plan on making! I'm doing them in the order they appear in the book unless there's any requests!

Kani Cove●Deep Blue●Crystal Reef●Bahari Bay●Lost Temple of Zios Mt Shiveer●Sarepia Forest●Appondale●Coral Canyons● Crystal Sands●Kimbara Outback●Balloosh

[nrdmssgs]

Sharing one bed with your friend from 141

Masterlist Little oneshots. Sharing a bed, because there is only one left free.

TW: Please note, that in every situation, a reader is an old friend of one of the four and there is a bit of sympathy beyond friendship between them!! So I wasn't trying to make TF 141 a bunch of awkward scary guys, that hug you without any reason and consent!! Don't worry, none of them would ever harm you, guys!!!

Simon Ghost Riley

"I warn you, I'm used to sleeping alone, so I may hog the blankets. If it happens so - don't hesitate to wake me up, ok?"

Ghost glares at you and chuckles briefly. "I get to sleep in a normal bed only once every few months. Don't think you can steal anything from me."

You sigh and turn away: well, at least you warned him. He may be some kind of super-soldier, but he is yet to discover, how fury an inveterate solo-sleeper can be. "Nighty." But he doesn't answer you - must have fallen asleep immediately.

You wake up in a tight, warm cocoon of blankets: obviously yours and his. But when you try to move - it appears harder than it seemed at first. Something, or rather someone, presses all these blankets down to you. So you turn your head only to meet Simons menacing, unblinking gaze.

"You saw nothing." His hand guides you by your chin to lay back down on a pillow, facing away from him. Then he goes back to wrapping you in a tight embrace. "I got cold, and you refused to give my blanket back."

Captain John Price

"Lemme know if it gets too warm. I got feedback about being a human furnace for a couple of times." Despite the fact, that he just laid down beside you - Johns voice is already sleepy.

"I believe, you have to hug another person to get such a comment." You answer and laugh at Johns immediate 'oh, shi... sorry' and a friendly pat on your back, covered with blanket.

"Sleep well," wishes you Price. And that was... exactly, what you planned, if the man hadn't start snoring in ten minutes.

At first, you tried to be gentle, touching lightly his shoulder to make him go quiet. But when he woke you up for the fifth time in a row - you punched him so hard - you must have left a bruise on his back. But John Price could sleep on a military base. He could sleep in a flying helli between the missions, being surrounded by shouting soldiers. Even your punches feel like a tender caresses in comparison to the chaos, in which he sometimes has to fall asleep.

He wakes up only when you almost throw him off the bed. "John! You snore like a freakin bear!" You are out of energy and already consider going to sleep on a floor in another room, only to get away from this nightmare.

He blinks a couple of times, obviously not waking up fully, then scoops you up, nuzzles your neck and whispers in a sleepy ruffle voice "M`sorry, love. You should let me know right away, if I wake you up again."

Perfect: now he's mistaken you for someone in his sleep! Well, at least, he really stays quiet, as he is hugging you. So you decide to let him do it, as long as it grants you sound sleep.

On the next morning, Price inspects his back in the mirror, when you walk past him. "Never considered enlisting in the military? I could use a furious little beast like you..."

Johnny Soap Mactavish

"Soap, for f sake, you are a grown man, what are you doing?" You grunt, as yet another decorative pillow hits your back.

"Building a wall, lass. Otherwise, you'll end up on my side of bed as usual!" He isn't even thinking of stopping, so the next pillow hits your head.

"Johnny, Hadrians Wall took less time to be built up! And I repeat for the hundredth time: I don't have a single idea, how does it happen, but I swear, it's not me! I don't tend to move in my sleep. When I'm alone - I always wake up in the exact same pose, I've fallen asleep!" You try to grab a pillow to throw it away, but he doesn't let you.

"Well, then it's my natural charm, that just drawn you to my side every time." Soap finally places the last pillow up on his 'wall' between yours and his sides of the bed.

You wake up in the same place you've fallen asleep. Only this time you are buried under the remains of Johnnys 'masterpiece' from yesterday. Grunting, you try to get out from under a pile of pillows, but you feel Johnny's whole body pressing against you from behind with a displeased rumbling. And only then it hits you.

You turn to him and whisper in his sleeping face. "It was you all this time. You grabbed me and pulled to your side of the bed, you sneaky bastard..." Johnny mumbles something incoherent in his sleep and only presses you closer to him.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

"Ok, good night." Kyle turns the light down and goes silent.

You lie awake for some time, listening to the sounds outside the window, but gradually you fall asleep. However, very soon, you startle and open your eyes: there is someone in the room, you two are no more alone. You hear the wooden floor crackling closer. Someone's shadow falls on the wall. You are frightened, but you lie quietly, blaming it all on your imagination. And then you feel the mattress sag under someone's weight at your feet.

At that moment you understand, you had enough and in one swift motion dart to Kyle, ending up on top of him. It wakes him up and for a few moments, he looks confused as his eyes adjust to the darkness. But when he understands, it's you, he relaxes. "Ahem, hi?"

"There is someone in this bed. Someone besides us!" You whisper, shifting your weight to the side, so that Kyle is left to defend you from the mysterious threat.

He turns the bedside lamp on and starts laughing almost immediately. Your friends dog, that apparently freaked you out so badly, now curled up all cozy on your side of the bed.

"Hi buddy! You were feeling lonely, so you came to us, yeah?" Kyle scratches the dog behind the ear, and it happily beats the blanket with its tail. You breathe a sigh of relief, a little embarrassed at being so scared. However, you don't give Kyle a chance to start joking about this and push him closer to the center of the bed, settling in where he just slept.

"Okay, congratulations, now that buddy is your problem. I'm going to sleep!" You try to ignore Kyle's soft laugh.

"You're going to fall out of bed at night and scare the poor dog." He pulls you closer to him. "That's better. Sleep. And I'll protect you from this 'dire wolf'."

[fandoms--fluff]

Could you write a Hope Mikaelson x fem little reader where Hope tries to get them to do their nightly routine before going to bed but read doesn’t want to go to sleep but reader ends up giving in and cuddles with Hope

Bedtime? Nah

Little female witch reader x Mama Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: breast sucking, other than that just fluff

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"Okay, baby, time to get ready for bed" Hope comes over to where you're coloring in a Beauty and the Beast coloring book with crayons. She places a hand on your shoulder. "Not sleepy," You tell her.

"Well, how about we at least get ready for bed, hm?" She tells you, gently putting down the hand your coloring with.

You frown, looking between the colouring book and Hope. "Fine" you mumble. "Good girl, let's go." You raise your arms up, and she complies, lifting you up into her embrace.

She carries you over to the bathroom and sits you on the sink counter. She washes your face and guides you to brush your teeth. You put your pink sparkly toothbrush back into the cup holder after washing it off.

"Time for jammies," Hope tells you before picking you back up. As she walks back into the room, you frown. "What's wrong little witch?" she asks. "No bedtime" You huff before resting your head against her shoulder.

"Don't worry, we're just getting comfy, not going to sleep" She tells you and pulls out pajama sets for the both of you. Yours is lilac with tiny, cream polka dots. Hers is black with tiny strawberries littered all over.

She helps you change into yours, "Okay, arms up" She slips the sleep tank over your head and smooths it over your torso so it's not bunched up anywhere. After your tank top, she guides you in pulling the matching shorts up.

She pats your bottom a couple times, "Go make yourself comfy in the bed while I change." "Okay, Mama" You nod and crawl across the bed and go under the covers.

Hope changes quickly, not bothering to put a sports bra on because it's comfier not wearing one. She slides into the bed beside you. She uses her magic to turn the ceiling light off, leaving the lamp sitting on the bedside table on.

You immediately snuggle into her. She wraps her arms around you, holding you close to her. You nuzzle your face into your Mama's chest, your head on top of her left breast.

You fight as hard as you can to not let your eyes close and fall asleep. "No' gonna s'eep" you mumble, jolting yourself back awake from an almost sleep.

Hope can easily tell you're getting fussy. By now, you're usually deep asleep when you're in your headspace. "You want to suck on mama's breast?" She tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. She knows it always calms you to suck on her breasts.

You nod slightly and move your head to the side as Hope pulls the low neckline of her tank down, revealing her breasts. She places a hand on the back of your head and gently guides you to her chest again. You latch on to her hardened nipple from the cool air straight away.

As you suckle, she runs her hands through your hair, slowly lulling you to sleep. The only sound in the room is the soft suckling of your lips on her nipple.

You're out like a light in the next couple of minutes.

[twst-kumi]

Weeping maiden

Prologue part 2

Name] was woken up by Flora, an old fairy who worked in RSA to help around. She decided to take care of her, mentioning how she used to take care of a teenage girl in the past.

“_I hope you had a good night darling. I prepared a surprise for you.

_Good morning Flora.”

[Name] yawned before walking down the stairs to the living area. She looked at the red fairy going around using magic to prepare breakfast. Flora then pulled a small box on the table.

“_Here, I made it myself.

_Thank you, Flora.

_The Headmage said he didn't have a girl uniform. So I asked him to give me some tissue here and there to make your uniform.

_Thank you, I love it but… it's pink.

_Yes! Lovely isn't it?

_ Isn't the school uniform white and Blue?

_But pink would be better for a sweet princess like yourself.

_ I'm not…

_Now, now, you will be late. So dress up and off you go.”

A knock was heard on the door before the young girl could even argue back. She looked at the fairy leaving for the door as she took the uniform. [Name] came back after some time.

Flora was chatting with a young man. With his long pale blond hair, light purple eyes, and a sleepy look he looked so soft and delicate. He wore the school uniform with a pink and blue cardigan inside. It was as if the colors tried to mix. His eyes twinkled when he saw her.

“_Good morning, I'm Aurelius a first-year like you. The headmaster asked me to be your guide since we are in the same class.

_ I'm [Name], let's be friends.

_It would be my pleasure, Princess.”

The young girl felt a little bashful. Aurelius smiled teasingly as he held his hand to her. [Name] walked with the young man, he held her hand all the way. She felt like she may have to say something but didn’t dare. Chatting with him was surprisingly easy even when her social skills were so low. Aurelius was a good listener.

As they walked upon the main road, she could see two rows of statues. Like in NRC, they seemed also to have important people they were inspired by. Noticing her curious look, Aurelius tactfully started to talk about them.

“_This is the Seven Lights, their equally renowned like the great seven. Oh, but you must not know them too. I will tell you more about them afterward if you want.

_It’s okay, can you tell me more about the seven lights?”

Aurelius looked excited by the prospect, he eagerly started to blabber about them. [Name] smiled not even noticing the slight blush on his cheek as he talked with her.

“_Sure, the beautiful princess you see there, is Snow White. They say that she was so beautiful that she had to flee from her home. She took care of seven children in a cottage deep in the forest. She came back after she worked hard and discovered a seven-jewelled mine. She ended up saving a kingdom from a terrible queen and saved the kingdom from bankrupt with the mine. Her dorm is Apple Red, they have the most hard-working people here.

_You would never have imagined it, looking at her. She looks so delicate.

_I know, it’s incredible, right? The next one is my dorm. Belle-Rose is based on the famous beast Tamer. She tamed a terrible beast thanks to her knowledge and saved her village. It was said that she was a dreamer and enjoyed romance stories a lot. It must be why I’m in this dorm.”

Both laughed as they looked at the other statues.

“_This little girl is…

_The lady in blue. She saved a kingdom from a tyrannical queen.”

They turned around to see a delicate-looking boy. His hair was short and platinum blond. It gave him an icy but soft look coupled with his light blue eyes. He smiled softly before lifting her hand to put a light kiss on it. Aurelius frowned a little uncomfortable by the boy’s action. Even more so when he looked at the violet-eyed boy and had a small smirk. Aurelius could tell they weren’t going to be big friends.

“_Alexis Lewis, a first-year from the Whitecourt dorm. Nice to meet you, my lady.”

[Name] could hear his British accent even when he talked. His eyes looked calm but she could see a small gleam in it. A teasing little light barely contained behind his smooth appearance.

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[bbyseok]

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

cw: fantasy au with dragon king bakugou n soft cuddles all around

analysis: bakugou katsuki—he’s the fearsome king of dragons.. but away from prying eyes and behind closed doors, he’s also the king of cuddles.

—-—

the soft furs of the oversized bed are something you can happily drown in, you decide. thick and heavy that chase away any cold, soft as clouds.

pops and crackles from the flames of the fireplace from the side of the bedroom bring a nice ambience. an idle noise that you associate with warmth.

but the beast that lays between the space of your legs with his head nestled on your tummy is what completes the epitome of your comfort.

you absentmindedly play with bakugou’s hair, and with a hum, you decide it’s even softer than the bed furs.

little purrs escape from him every now and then with your attention, but he’s made you swear not to speak a word on it a while ago. (how cute.)

even though you’re somewhat propped up with the mass amount of pillows and blankets, you crane your neck to see your king’s face.

“katsuki? are you awake?” you pry softly, pushing some of his hair back gently to expose his forehead, and more importantly, the sleepy (and pouty!) look he offers.

he blinks owlishly at you once, then twice. “no.”

you can’t help but breathe an airy laugh at that, fingers still in his hair as you take in his features. “no?”

“shut up.” it’s spoken gruffly as he buries his face back into your stomach with a tired groan.

“aww, katsu,” you coo, ignoring his grumbles, “that’s no way to speak to your mate.”

“right now, i think my mate should be quiet.”

well, if he was gonna be like that then..

silently, you retract your hands from his hair and rest your arms above you with a small huff.

he only lasts three seconds before he’s glancing up at you again with his brows furrowed. he glares.

you simply raise a brow down at him.

he growls grumpily and reaches up for your arm, dragging it back down so you can resume petting him. “oi, dumbass. didn’t say stop.”

even with your hand back in the nest of blonde hair, you don’t make any moves. you keep staring down at him, biting back a giggle.

he growls again. “what? what’s up with you?”

you merely tilt your head, lips pouting ever so slightly. he had told you to be quiet after all!

katsuki brings your other arm down, his own lips prominent in showing his usual scowl. except this one is terribly sleepy.

still, you don’t return his advances, squinting down at him. he can figure it out himself. silly dragon king.

so you have an intense staring contest that carries over for five seconds before he lets loose another one of those growling grumbles.

“fine, fine,” he relents, now subtly pouting himself. he huffs. “..‘m sorry. don’t.. be quiet.”

you huff and smirk in victory, and yet your hands still remain still. “that’s what i thought, katsu.”

he rolls his eyes. “yeah, yeah. you gonna give me what i want now?”

you’re still smirking, and you can tell he wants to wipe it off your face. (actually kiss it off, but he’s not gonna tell you that.) “well, what do you want?”

“don’t play dumb with me,” he threatens lazily, lifting his head a bit. “you know what i want.”

and then you laugh. “alright, alright.” finally, you ruffle your hand through his hair, your other sliding down to cradle his cheek.

katsuki’s eyes close with bliss and he sighs quietly. “mm..”

“get some rest, my king,” you murmur, guiding his head back down to rest on your tummy. “i’ll be here in the morning.”

a purr rumbles from katsuki then, and his arms pull you in closer. “good night,” he mumbles.

who would’ve thought—the great barbaric dragon king.. so calm ‘n peaceful. reduced to nothing but a purring mess with his human mate.

[pyode-luar-ke]

carnation | part iii | poly!yautja x reader

A/N: here it is: the prodigal Birth Scene. turn back now if you’re uncomfy w the themes and topics at hand, and please please please mind the content warnings!

this chapter is actually the shortest bc it was actually combined with part ii at first, but i split them due to the aforementioned warning. part iv will be out eventually, i don’t have much of it outlined, so i’m still deciding what to do with it.

summary: the big day.

word count: 3,206

content: 18+, fem!afab!reader, polyamorous relationship (F/M/M/M/M/M), reverse harem, pregnant!reader, pregnancy, labor, graphic birth descriptions, delivery, breastfeeding, newborn yautja pup!!

← part ii part iv (finale) →

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You reach 12 months. It’s exhausting, but it’s finally happened. An entire year of pregnancy. It’s surreal.

It feels like your body has reached its limit. Your belly is crowded, full and taut, a large dome of pup and flesh that hangs low. It forces you to hunch slightly, and when you stand or walk you have to support the stretchmark-laden underside with your hand. It often astounds you at how heavy the girth of your middle is, how you feel your pup shift and press against your hands when you rub it.

The same can be said of your breasts. They hadn’t grown too much in the remaining month or so, but they certainly got heavier. Even the “milking sessions” (God, the term makes you feel like a cow) every other day, it did nothing to relieve the ache in your shoulders and back your drooping tits caused.

You promised yourself that once you give birth to this pup, you’re treating yourself and laying on your stomach. It’s been too long, and your back has earned the reward.

Overall, you feel so big and heavy and full that you’re tired all the time and sleep constantly, but in sharp contrast you’ve begun to go through huge nesting stretches. Instinct screams at you to prep for the upcoming arrival, and you get so restless that you’re equal parts exhausted and energetic.

Sometimes, you’re so antsy and fidgety that you arrange then rearrange your pups nest over and over again. Like your mates’ beds, the “crib” is really just a dip in the ground padded by furs and downy feathers. Although the one for your pup is much smaller, only able to hold the newborn that’ll sleep there, curled up. Pups, almost like kittens, will squeeze themselves in tiny spaces for the first year or so until they inevitably co-sleep with their bearer, much like humans do.

It’s hard to get sleep on the days when nesting becomes your main priority— because you just have to make your pup’s space perfect— that your mates have to bribe you to their beds. Usually it involves some level of seduction and a promise of sex (of course, very careful sex by now), but sometimes they’re able to guide you away, forcing you to succumb to your sleepiness.

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“Come now, little mate.” Th’chi purrs, grabbing you by your forearms. You sigh, forcing yourself to drop the furs in your hands. He’d been trying to pry you away from your pup’s nest for hours now, beckoning you to go to sleep. The luar-ke had risen from the horizon, glowing proudly at the peak of the sky.

“I know, I just...” You try to argue, weakly gesturing at the unfinished, disheveled mess that you’re attempting to make into a nest, “It needs to be perfect, Th’chi.”

You know deep down that you’re being fairly illogical, the nesting drive is hyperbolizing the state of the tiny bed of furs, but it’s hard to remind yourself of that. Your pup needs a nest, it isn’t finished, and you’re becoming upset. Th’chi scents your rising distress and whickers.

“The furs are some of the finest, I should know because I took their beast’s th’syra.” He states, nuzzling your cheek with his mandibles. You make a whining groan in your throat, gesturing at the nest again. Before you can protest with the same excuse he and all your other mates have heard near daily now, Th’chi swoops you up into his arms.

“Th’chi! You bastard! Put me down!” You shout, smacking him on his brawny chest and shoulders as he transports you bridal style to his yurt. He only clicks in amusement, playfully snapping at your hands with his mandibles if they get too close. It has you gasping and laughing, pinching his tresses in retaliation.

He growls when you do, narrowing his bright yellow eyes at you as his pupils eclipse them. You smirk knowingly in his arms, gliding a gentle hand up and down his chest. His quad-heartbeat thrums beneath your palm. You wink. His grip on you tightens possessively.

When Th’chi finally sets you down in his bed, he’s already begun emitting his dia-shui, to which you gladly accept his advances.

It’s a long night.

—

A week later, it wakes you up.

Your abdomen tenses, a tightness that pulls the breath from your lungs and has your eyes snapping open. Any remnant of sleep vanishes from you in an instant. The tight feeling intensifies, turning painful, and you can’t prevent the soft Oh! from escaping you.

Laying beside you, Bhu’kei wakes to your startled gasp. Immediately, his eyes dart to you, how you’ve sat up in bed, how you grip your belly. He can see your abdominal muscles work, your womb distorted as it flexes to expel the pup inside it. The wide-eyed, pained look on your face tells him everything else. Sweat perspires at your brow, already your body is anticipating what’s to come.

“Mate.” Bhu’kei states firm, pulling your attention from the white hot pain to him. You whimper, panting, turning your attention to him. The contraction ceases, receding like the tide. It leaves you tingling and throbbing. You swallow.

“I think it’s time.” You whisper a hoarse reply, and like clockwork or coincidental magic, wetness gushes from your core, soaking your thighs and blanket in warm, semi-clear liquid. Then another contraction thunders through your hips and you yelp.

Bhu’kei roars to alert the others.

—

You shriek into Ap-tui’s chest, sweat rolling down your temples, dripping at your chin. Your wet eyebrows cinch tight together, tears form at the corners of your squeezed-shut eyes. Another brutal, merciless contraction squeezes at your abdomen, your uterus forcing the mass of your pup down— down against your taut cervix.

At the brief interlude of the contraction waning, you manage to gulp in air before another seizes you— Stronger, longer than the last. You wail in crescendo, your lower core ignited; Stabbing flames. You push.

Your cunt bulges, vulva swollen and burning, the crown of your newborn beginning to emerge from your slit. You can feel the squirming mass of your pup slip down. It’s excruciating. His head threatens at the cradle of your sex.

A scream tears at your overexerted throat, tears rolling down your hot face. Bawling, you press your cheek as flush as possible to Ap-tui’s abdomen, like being close to him will give him the strength he possesses. Strength you need, strength that is so so hard to upkeep, and you exhaust yourself, pushing subsiding.

You’d been deadlocked in active labor for six hours now. Contractions had started three before that. It’s become more and more difficult since.

“Keep going.” Faintly, you hear Bhu’kei encourage, and it manages to jumpstart you into the next contraction. Groaning loudly, you heave and push with all your might, the burning of your sex a motivator to get. This. Pup. Out.

Your hands grip Ap-tui’s biceps like there’s no tomorrow, so tight you’re sure you must be splitting his mahogany hide with your nails. If you are, he pays it no heed, only purring and occasionally clicking out a reassurance. He holds you in position— a low squat optimal for delivery, bearing most of your weight for you— and his steady presence is necessary.

A large paw comes to rest on the low of your trembling back, and you recognize it to be Ta’kaa’s. The weight of his heavy palm is centering. You cling to his warmth. 

It’s hardly enough to dispel any of the pain, but he’s so important to you. They all are.

All around you— screaming and squatting on a pile of old furs strewn about the floor, pushing out a bowling ball from your womb— your mates stand in support, chittering and rumbling amongst themselves. Sometimes Van’chaa will pace or Bhu’kei will run a scan or Th’chi will offer you words of encouragement. They are all hyperaware, antsy and restless on their feet. Ap-tui is the only one completely still, he is your rock.

But they’re all there. That in itself is transcendent. 

Yautja males do not linger during the gestation of their pups. Yautja males do not stick around for the births of their pups. Females do not allow them to. They evolve to mate, then move on. Yet here are your mates, aiding you with delivery, having waited the whole time.

They wait and watch their oomani-di win her Chiva.

The pup has dropped lower, his head a firm and foreign object breaching the opening of your core. He’s so large, and it feels like birthing him is splitting you in two. You push with the unforgiving contraction, attempting to make allies with it, and screaming into Ap-tui’s belly. The pup shifts, and its the strangest sensation of your vagina being stretched to the limit and the pup exiting your womb.

“Little sain’ja.”

One of your mates purrs, you’re too focused on the feeling of the head passing your labia to make out who.

“Strong little mate.”

Another one of your Yautja says, and still you’re unable to name who it was because now the pup becomes snagged on it’s shoulders. You freely start bawling harder, shaking. He’s stuck. You can’t push him out. He’s just too big. You’re too weak.

“Go, mate! Push!” 

“I— ugnh— I c-can’t— Oohhh.” You whimper, and you’re so overwhelmed and delirious with pain that you start to wish your mother was here. She’d be able to help you and relieve your pain. She’d know what to do and say with her nimble hands and comforting voice.

A small part of you even wishes Ni’ja were here too. She’d knock some sense into you.

“It hurts.” You choke, and the paw on your back presses down, firm. You focus on it. Ap-tui’s skin is hot and he rumbles with purrs. They’re calming.

“You have passed the head. Only a few more pushes for the body.” It’s Bhu’kei that speaks, you’re lucid enough now to recognize his timbre, and you shake your head. You can’t, you can’t, you can’t...

Another contraction. This time slow and long and rolling through your lower half as steady as a wildfire. With the pain, you push until your thighs quiver— all that you can do. You push until your knuckles go white against Ap-tui’s scales, until you feel the distinct burn of the pup’s shoulders exiting your labia. The white-hot pain has you screaming, choking.

Another push, and you pass the shoulders. Another, the body.

And suddenly— so suddenly— it’s over. 

You look down. Your vision is blurry and your head throbs. 

Between your knees, upon the furs Bhu’kei and Th-chi had laid out for your childbed, lies a tiny Yautja.

—

It’s as if time has simply stopped. All you can focus on is the tiny Yautja you’d birthed.

The robust, masculine cheers of the Yautja males go entirely unheard by you. With heaving breaths and tremendous effort, you let go of Ap-tui and shakily sit back on your bottom. Your core burns, but the squirming pup between your legs, still connected to you by the umbilical cord, causes you to forget the pain completely.

You reach for your pup. You recognize he is male. His skin is hot to the touch and soft. Covered in amniotic fluid and blood, it’s hard to tell but you’re able to see he has the same coloring as his sire: Mahogany. When you lift him, he is heavy and healthy. All you can see, hear, and feel is the wailing newborn pup you’d brought into the world. 

His piercing wails sound almost bird-like, like a metallic-esque twang that warbles in his tiny throat and gummy jaws. Nubs of tuskless mandibles sporadically open and close around his tiny pink mouth. A small tongue sits inside. His eyes are squeezed shut, not to open for at least another few days. Tiny paws search the air, desperate and needing.

He needs you. He wants you. Your pup squirms in your arms, and he is yours. 

It’s like you can’t breathe. The love and adoration you feel suffocates you.

“Hi.” You blubber, your voice choked in your throat. Your pup wails and warbles, his tiny body presses against the soft flesh of your bare chest. His face turns towards your breast, and immediately his tiny mouth begins to make sucking noises. Tears roll profusely down your face. He knows you’re his mother, and he wishes to nurse.

“Let me help you.” Ap-tui stabilizes you into a more comfortable seated position, while Bhu’kei delicately moves you so that he’s able to reach your pup. You nearly protest and pull your pup back flush against your chest, but Ta’kaa rubs his paw in circles on your spine.

“I need to cut the umbilical cord.” Bhu’kei says, and you’re starting to come back to your senses and nod. You meet his eyes and smile, offering Bhu’kei the pup. He takes him in his hands as if you’ve bestowed him something holy, and while the pup wails in distress at being parted from your breast, he doesn’t panic. The cord is cut, and your pup returns swiftly to your arms. 

“He wishes to suckle. He searches for your teat.” Van’chaa rumbles beside you, having crouched down to be closer. He purrs in content and stares at the pup in amazement. Ta’kaa is at his side, one hand still rubbing your back, and looking much the same.

In the cacophony of birthing and celebration, your racing thoughts about how exactly you’d breastfeed your pup comes to mind. As you guide his searching, tiny pink mouth to one of your nipples, you adjust to lift your breast.

Before he had been born, you worried over how you’d be able to feed him with his mandibles in the way, but it seems all those concerns were all for naught. Your pup's jowls spread wide, then press flat against the skin of your breast. His mouth is immensely hot, almost furnace-like. And then, he latches, and your entire world changes.

Your suckling starts feverishly at your left breast, not necessarily tugging at your nipple, but definitely working it. It is the strangest feeling ever. He makes little content noises that sound incredibly human, and it takes everything in you to not burst into tears again, lest you disrupt your nursing pup.

You opt to kiss the sloped crown of his head, and he grunts. You kiss his working jaws, and he grunts once more, a tiny paw pressing against your chin. You kiss him again, and he purrs.

“Look at him.” You murmur, your soft voice almost overshadowed by the loud purring of all your mates. Ap-tui and Bhu’kei begin to clean your body with wet rags, wiping away blood, sweat, tears. They are especially careful of your throbbing sex. The pain is nowhere near as great as it had been during birth, but you can tell you’re going to be feeling it for a while.

You just hope you didn’t tear.

“He’s perfect. He’s perfect.” You recite like a mantra, kissing your pup worshipfully over and over again. In front of you, Ap-tui clicks with pride. He had done well. His seed both worked and the pup meets your satisfaction. There is no possibility of abandonment.

“What should we name him?” You ask, marveling at how much the pup consumes despite just being born. Ni’ja hadn’t been lying when she said that he’d be nursing from the very beginning.

“That is your decision.” Van’chaa rumbles, clicking to Bhu’kei when he notices you grimace in pain. Nursing your son had been distracting you fully from the smaller, lingering contractions that signaled your placenta passing. It hurt like reopening a scab, sharp and brief. With some more reassurances, you barely have to push for the afterbirth to leave you.

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The pup nurses for another hour before finally drinking his fill and falling asleep at your breast. It takes a few tries to detach his suction from your nipple, but when you finally do, Ap-tui takes the pup in his hands so you can dress yourself. You’d been naked for the entirety of labor and delivery, nearly ten hours, and as much as you adore your net body suit, you seek out your flowy cotton dress.

The feeling of fabric is comforting and reminds you of home, of Earth. The melancholy you feel for your planet doesn’t strike that often, but having just given birth to your Yautja son on an alien planet... Your mind is a bit frazzled.

And so the dress helps. Sleep probably will too. 

You take the pup back from Ap-tui— who’d been crouched and watching like a hawk the little thing sleep, as if he’d suddenly wake and bolt— and place him in his crib of furs and downy feathers. Even though you’re exhausted and only want to pass out (on your stomach), it’s surprisingly hard to place him down and to... leave him.

Ta’kaa has to remind you that your bed is only feet away. The pup sleeps soundly, and five Yautja hunters will protect you both. You hesitantly agree.

Now, in your bed, your mates fighting for space around you, you sigh into the furs beneath you. Your body throbs, not too badly thanks to the medicine Bhu’kei gave you, and the inkiness of sleep creeps at your vision. You lazily look to your pup, who’s only an arm length away from you.

He sleeps curled up into a tight ball, tiny mandible nubs closed and his eyes shut tight (as they will be). His chest rises with soft breaths, and if you really focus you’re able to hear tiny purrs come from him. 

“Well,” You pause to yawn, “I want to give him a Yautja name. Something strong.”

Your mates whicker in happiness. Admittedly, they had been bracing for you to give the pup some weird, too ooman name. Thankfully, you seem to share their fondness of good, normal Yautja names. Which isn’t to say that they think your name is weird or abnormal— Yours is special to them, of course.

They take turns nuzzling you and caressing you with their paws, each one murmuring their thanks. The yurt is alight in soft whickering and purrs.

“Khu’eon.” Ap-tui offers the name when it pops to existence in his mind, dipping his head in reverence to you. Males never get to name the pups they sire, so he knows he’s walking on unknown ground. If he were to encroach so brazenly on a Yautja female’s right, Ap-tui would be slaughtered.

But you are not a Yautja female. You are an oomani-di and his lifemate. He is your male as much as you are his female. He and his brothers and cousins are your equals. When you smile over at him— your eyes exhausted and your face still hot and wet with tears— he knows that you’ve approved this choice as well.

“Khu-eon it is.”

The males erupt into another round of victorious roars and slamming the fists to their chests. A new hunter has been brought into the world, named, and will be trained to be an apex warrior like his sires.

Khu-eon startles awake and begins to wail.

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yautja translations

Chiva →  the trial of which a Youngblood Yautja is Blooded should they succeed in killing a kiande amedha (Xenomorph) dia-shui → musk, specifically that of a male luar-ke → moon ooman / oomani-di → human / human female sain’ja → warrior th’syra → skull/s

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Hello! You might have seen me commented under your posts lately, hope i didn't bother you tho. Actually i haven't commented or requested anything to anyone at all ever since i have tumblr, so i guess you're my first! I wanna have a little fic request about slow burn academy au ranpo x reader! And ofc I wouldn't mind one bit if you don't feel like to. Thankyou so much!

Hello there! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ You haven’t been a bother at all! I’m always grateful for all your comments and I’m even more honoured to be your first request! I do hope you like it! (´⌣`ʃƪ)♡ Now I’ve never written Ranpo before so I hope he isn’t too OOC or anything! (;° ロ°) This is just the first chapter, since writing a full multichapter fic would take a very long time. I could come back to write more for this AU in the future though! ♡ I was listening to the song Sparks by Coldplay when writing and imagining alot of this and how I would make future chapters play out and yeah (´⌣`ʃƪ)♡

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✧˖°𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰✧˖° Academy Ranpo x Anxious Reader ✧˖°𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮✧˖° Slow burn Academy AU, no Abilities AU, Female reader, Ranpo and the reader are teenagers, reader is very anxious. ✧˖°𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽✧˖° 5𝓴

Twin Light Academy. It’s gates stood before you casting long shadows across the perfectly trimmed and maintained school grounds, opened wide like a beast beckoning you inside its maw. This academy was known for producing some of the world's greatest minds, but earning a place here was no easy task. Your exhausted, sleepy mind and aching body are a testament to that. You step through the gates, moving slowly, your new, pristine black shoes clicking against the cobblestone path as you enter, alongside the rest of this year’s chosen students, dressed in uniforms of white and grey. Blazers and vests surround you on all sides, all present with the school's emblem; a flame with the infinity symbol beneath it. Only one hundred fifty students were deemed intelligent and charismatic enough to attend Twin Light’s harsh academic regime. The academy building stood before you, a gigantic castle carved and built into the side of a mountain with nothing but expert craftsmanship, standing proud as an institution of learning for the past two hundred years. Ancient statues of Komainu stood beside the wide steps leading students into what would be their home for the next year. They stood proud and tall as if they would be watching over each Twin Light student this coming year.

You walk past, pausing to bask in the glory of the gigantic white lion dogs, the sun shining down and making them look like majestic guardians. You smile as a cool breeze caresses your hair. You felt like this was the start of the rest of your life. This academy held promises of a secure future for you. A future where you could live comfortably. A future where you could be the person you wanted to be. The person that would make your family proud. And maybe, just maybe, you'll finally manage to make some friends. You finally walk forward, joining the other students in the final climb into the entrance hall. Shiny marble floors greet you first, your shoes clicking softly on the shimmering surface. Towering stone walls rose, creeping tall above you and guiding your gaze to the ceiling where cute cherubs nestled in white, puffy clouds lay in an intricately beautiful painting. Tapestries line the walls, depicting events of the past from all across the globe. World wars and huge political events that shaped the world as you know it today. Each one has been woven with an expert touch, making them completely irreplaceable. You feel tempted to walk over and touch them but you resist the urge, placing your hands in your lap as you walk. Many of the seats have already been filled, so you take one at the back. Before you stands a large stage. You assume it was recently built, due to looking more than a little out of place against grey brick walls and shiny marble floors. The school’s emblem is adorned on flags positioned at the front of the stage.

Behind the stage is a vast stained glass window, circular in shape, depicting caterpillars growing into butterflies with many gorgeous stained glass flowers in each corner, almost covering the entire window. It cast its multicolor lights across the stage where the principal would soon stand. 

You place your bag by your side, listening to the hushed whispers around you. Many students are trying to get to know one another. To find anyone with any sort of common ground.

They would be stuck with each other for the next year after all, even during the holidays. It was best to make at least a few friends. Your eyes flick up as you hear the chair next to you creak. Turning your head, you blink in surprise. Joining you is a young man with messy black hair. You notice the glasses perched on his head right away, along with his uniform. Or rather, lack there of an official uniform. Twin Light Academy had a strict uniform: a white, button-up shirt or blouse, a grey blazer or vest with the school’s emblem on it, and a grey plaid skirt or long pants, with clean black shoes. This young man seemed to have added his own flair to the uniform. A black cape is draped over his shoulders, cascading down the back of the metal chair he’s leaning back on. You see he does indeed have the white button-up on but he’s wearing dark trousers instead and a tie that’s been sloppily done up, along with his vest, it’s colouring matching the trousers he has on with the school's emblem nowhere to be seen.

You also smell an enchantingly sweet smell coming from him. You notice the bag of candy in his pocket as he takes a handful and starts munching on various sweets. You frown and furrow your brows. How did this guy manage to get an approved application when he can't even dress in the right uniform? “Hey, um,” you speak up in a hushed voice. The raven-haired boy looks over at you, his emerald green eyes meeting your gaze as he devours his mouthful of candy, “Were you in a rush this morning? I think you must have put on the wrong clothes by mistake–” “They’re just clothes,” he replies with a carefree shrug. You watch as he pops a strawberry-flavoured lollipop into his mouth, slipping it to one side to keep speaking to you. He looks you up and down before he gives you a small grin, “Putting on that frilly skirt and vest didn’t make your IQ raise any, did it?” You blink, mouth agape like a fish out of water, your gaze darting away as you fiddle with your skirt. Was he mocking you? Taunting you? You struggle to reply as a soft heat builds in your cheeks, “I-I…well…”

You blink, mouth agape like a fish out of water, your gaze darting away as you fiddle with your skirt. Was he mocking you? Taunting you? You struggle to reply as a soft heat builds in your cheeks, “I-I…well…” Before you can embarrass yourself further, your attention is drawn towards the stage. You catch a glimpse of the principal stepping onto it, approaching the podium to give his welcome speech. His stern expression makes you tense a little.

You knew this institution was very serious about raising top students, but you hoped the principal and the other professors were at least kind. Once he begins to speak, any other conversations go silent immediately. His voice is stern but not demanding. Warm and welcoming, but still meaning business. “Good morning everyone. It is with great pleasure that I stand before you today to welcome you all into Twin Light Academy for Gifted Minds.” His blue eyes scan the crowd carefully as he continues. “It is wonderful to see a few returning faces this year. I have high expectations that you will all do your best in welcoming and helping your underclassmen when you can. I’m sure you all remember how anxious you were when you first began studying here.”

“To our new students, it is nothing but a pleasure to have you all here. I am the Principal of Twin Light Academy. I will be here to guide you through this academic journey, along with your professors and the other staff here–” A loud crunch next to you snaps your gaze off the principal; his speech continues as your eyes dart to the raven-haired boy, who’s taken out a candy fruit mix now. You grimace as he bites down on them, seeming quite calm about the principal’s speech. “U-um,” you whisper as you wring your hands together. The boy doesn’t look over at you, his hand diving into the bag of sweets before crunching into another handful. Now a few of your peers are looking back, mumbling in irritation. Shakily, you lift a hand, tapping his shoulder with a near feather light touch. Finally, he looks up at you as you softly whisper, “Y-you’re…um…distracting everyone…maybe you could–” “Hm? What’s that? Can you speak up?” He replies, not getting the memo about keeping his voice down. His voice echoes through the entrance hall, capturing the attention of more students now and the eye of the principal. You feel your entire body tingle as multiple eyes land on the pair of you. You rub your hands together awkwardly, trying to soothe yourself. Whispers sound like loud mockery in your ear as your voice grows more meek, “U-u-um…y-you’re chewing too–” “I still can’t hear you!” He repeats, sighing in irritation. You feel even more eyes now scanning you both. You hear some harsh whispers, telling you both to quiet down and suddenly, you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole. “Ranpo,” the principal’s voice cuts through the noise, causing all murmuring to cease once more. The boy next to you, Ranpo, looks up at the stage now. The principal gives him a scolding look. It reminds you of when your father would reprimand you for bad behaviour, “Can you keep it down?”

“You’re the boss!” he replies with a smile, causing a whine of relief to slip past your lips. You relax back into your seat, taking a deep breath as you try to calm down from the entire room having its eyes on you. Beside you Ranpo settles into his chair, tucking away his bag of candy at last. With a relaxed sigh, you turn your attention back towards the front as the principal continues his speech, “Lastly, perhaps most importantly, remember to be kind to one another. Twin Light Academy is a diverse community. All of you come from different backgrounds and cultures and all carry with you rich experiences that have crafted you into the young people you are today.” The warmth and praise in his tone make your heart swell. It made you feel proud of yourself even if only a little bit. He continues, “So I expect you all to treat each other with respect, understanding and empathy.” You watch as a smile, warm and soothing, creeps up onto his face, “Best of luck to all of you in the coming school year. Please don’t hesitate to drop by my office at any time.” As he gives a polite bow, you and your peers clap for the principal as he steps down. His place at the podium is soon taken by another. A woman holding a clipboard with glasses hurries up onto the stage.

She sounds slightly more flustered than the principal did, “If all our returning students could please begin making their way to their dorms, that would be wonderful. All our first years, please remain behind for the tour of the school.” Slowly, the crowd of one hundred fifty begin to disperse as you stay sitting in your chair, not wanting to get in anyone’s way. You keep your head down, fiddling with your skirt as you shyly watch the second years leaving with smiles and laughter.

They seemed friendly enough. But you were sure they all already had friend groups formed from the previous year. As you begin to look back around the room, you notice a few first years are already forming groups and pairs. A few girls are giggling and sharing their phone screens. They must be sharing funny videos or pictures. Oh, but you were sure none of the videos or photos you had would be funny to anyone else. There’s another group, a mixed one this time with a few girls and boys. They seem pleasant. One of the girls touches one of their boy's shoulders. Ah, they’re flirting then. Right, okay. You shouldn’t push your way in. You don’t want one of the girls to think you want one of the boys they’re trying to court. You stand up, picking up your bag by the straps. Well, that’s okay, you decide. Maybe you will make friends in time. After a few classes and enrolling in a club, surely someone would reach out to you. It was statistically probable, you decide, smiling to yourself as you gazed longingly at each group.

It must be so nice to have somewhere you fit in like that. “Hey.” A startled sound escapes you, eyes darting to the raven-haired boy at your side. What was his name again? Ranpo, wasn’t it? “Y-yes?” Your voice trembles, his emerald eyes staring directly at you but not making eye contact. He’s silent for a long while before you try speaking again, “D-did you need something?” “Why do you keep staring at everyone?” His blunt question makes your heart drop. Oh no, was it really that obvious that you were staring? Did the groups see too? You’re so caught up in your whirlwind of thoughts that it takes you a few seconds to register what he says next, “You keep looking at everyone like a lost puppy. Are you looking for someone in particular?” You shrink away from him, a wave of self-consciousness flooding through you. Your stomach churns, twisting in tight knots as you try to find an excuse.

The truth would be so embarrassing for you, “I…I-I was…um…d-directions!” You look up; the boy tilts his head at you. “The school tour, I-I mean. I just wasn’t sure where to go..” He’s silent for a long while, his intense green eyes never leaving you. Then his lips curl into a warm smile, “Oh, the tour?” He turns his gaze at last, directing your attention to the lady with glasses. She’s currently rounding up the new students, seeming to be doing a head count of each one. “Just go to her. There’s no need to join a group or anything.”

“O-oh…thank you…” You reply softly, taking a few quick steps towards the gathering group. You’re about to focus on acting like this really was what you meant, when suddenly Ranpo comes up beside you. “Actually, I’m going to stick with you.” You blink in surprise, pausing in your tracks as you look back at him. His gaze flickers around the large entrance hall, his smile quirking into a grin. “Who needs to memorise a map when you can have someone else to lead you?” “But I don’t know the school layout–” “Well then you best focus on the tour then, because you’re going to be my guide!” His grin grows, leaving you to question just what you’ve signed yourself up for. As a duo, you both join the rest of the group waiting for the tour. Many of the other students are giggling, discussing their interests and the like. You look over at Ranpo briefly.

His attention is elsewhere, specifically on his bag of sweets again. Now it looks like he’s moved on to a cream bun of some kind. Where in the world is he hiding all of that food? “Ranpo Edogawa!” You flinch. Both yours and Ranpo’s eyes dart up towards the woman with glasses. She frowns, tapping her clipboard, “You’re not in uniform again this year. And you’re not a first year! Why are you–”

owned the institution? Or were at the very least funding it?

Were they big shots in the government or law enforcement or– “Hey, earth to space cadet!” You squeak as a hand waves in front of your face. You blink, taking a few steps back, your attention turned back to Ranpo.

He points his thumb towards the group as they begin to move, “The tours starting. You should save the staring off into space thing for later.” “O-oh….um…sorry…” You pull your bag close, unzipping it to pull out the diary you’d received a week prior with your acceptance letter. Flipping through the pages, you bring up the map, sharing it between you and Ranpo. His eyes skim the map briefly and you swear you notice his smile falter. The school tour begins. Your eyes scan over the map eagerly, smiling as you notice all the facilities that are shown to you on your journey and that are labelled on the map in your hands. The dining hall, kitchen and most of the staff rooms, including the staff lounge, principal’s office and the nurse’s bay were located here on the first floor, along with directions for the greenhouse, sports fields outdoors and the co-ed dormitory outside of the building. The second floor was full of classrooms with the expected blackboards and whiteboards for pen-to-paper learning, along with three science rooms. The trio of rooms were connected by small hallways that housed every chemical you and the other students would be working with this year. The doors for each hallway room were locked, of course. The library was also located on this floor, spanning up onto the third floor via spiral staircases, where one could find clubrooms for a variety of subjects like art, music and poetry. And last but not least, there was the roof but the map specified that it was off-limits. Your curiosity was peeked but whenever you considered asking your tour guide for a reason why, your throat suddenly felt very tight. Luckily, the guide did bring it up. “Due to an incident last year, we’ve had to section off the roof,” she explains as your group passes by the locked door with a large, bright yellow warning sign on it. You frown, a chill running down your spine. Your imagination is more than happy to fill in the blank spaces, “But it will be reopened later this year after a few renovations are completed. It will be a nice little eating area for you all by Spring.”

“It wasn’t even bad,” you hear Ranpo murmur beside you. You glance at him briefly. He has his hands behind his head and his elbows up. He looks quite relaxed about the whole thing. “Everyone freaked out for no good reason.” Your curiosity is peaked. You’re tempted to ask for details but you decide against it. With how nonchalant he’s come across so far, you’re rather worried about what he deems as ‘not even bad.’ “And that will just about do it for the tour.” Your attention is drawn back to the tour guide, a relieved smile on her face. “Your dorm room number should be written on the back page of your diaries. If it’s missing, feel free to drop by the office during lunch and we’ll help you out.” Turning your attention back to your diary, you flip through the pages till you reach the end of the book. Sure enough, there’s your room number. 1-43. Dorm block one, room forty-three. You repeat it a few times in your head, memorising the numbers, although your mind wanders a little. These were co-ed dorm rooms. There was a chance you’d be sharing a room with a boy you’d only just be meeting for the first time today. Your hands sweat a little as an uncomfortable tightness stretches across your chest. You close your diary, wanting to go and check your dorm out immediately. “Hey!” You blink rapidly turning your attention over to Ranpo. He has a pout on his face, his hands on his hips, and for the third time today, he has many eyes on him and voices whispering about him.

Once you face him, he crosses his arms, his pout seeming to grow. “U-um…yes?” You reply, hands fiddling with caressing the spiral coil of your diary with your fingers. A small huff escapes him. “I need you to lead me to the principal’s office, guide lady.” Guide lady? Your skin flushes with heat. You swear you can hear a few of the other students nearby giggling and looking your way.

Your throat suddenly feels constricted as he keeps going, his tone sounding more like a child throwing a tantrum now, “You can’t just walk away when I still need your help! You’re my guide and–!” “O-okay!” You blurt out quickly, your fingers combing through your hair a few times as you nod rapidly, your eyes darting from the wall nearby to the long ruby red, gold-trimmed runner then finally up to meet Ranpo’s gaze.

You swallow roughly, turning and beaconing him to follow you as you jog away from the group. “Huh? Hey, slow down!” But you don’t. You jog like there’s somewhere urgent you need to be, which in truth, there is. Away from everyone and everything else. You keep up your pace, not knowing if Ranpo is keeping up with you as you head down the first flight of stairs, then the second. Once you’ve reached the first floor again, you finally start to slow down, pausing and keeling over, hands braced on your knees as you pant. Behind you, you hear Ranpo’s heavy panting as well, followed by a soft thump. You turn quickly, worried he may have tripped in his pursuit of you. “Was there really a need to run? Geez…!” He asks between his heavy panting, his tone irritated. Thankfully, he didn’t trip. That’s a relief. He’s sitting on one of the steps behind you, trying to catch his breath. “The office isn’t going anywhere you know!”

“I-I’m sorry, I just–” Before you can speak any further, Ranpo huffs, standing back up. He jumps towards you, taking the steps two at a time. Soon, he’s standing right in front of you. You can see the sweat rolling down his forehead as you listen to his soft panting. He stares into your eyes and you take a small step back, feeling a little intimidated. His emerald eyes remind you of clovers, of the first day of Spring. They were so vibrant and lovely, charming yet mysterious.

Though perhaps it was best not to be admiring his eyes right now. But much to your surprise, he gives a huff and a smile, “Oooh! You shoulda just told me if you were in a hurry!” You gasp as he hooks his arm around one of yours, his smile growing ever wider, “Okay! Lead the way tour guide!” “I-I have a name…” you murmur, body stiffening as a wave of awkwardness floods through you. As you begin to walk, you contemplate telling him to let go but every second you consider it, your heart flutters like a butterfly is trapped inside.

You hear Ranpo hum as you guide him towards the principal’s office. Slowly. “I have a better name for you!” He announces, not even bothering to ask for your name, “I’m going to call you Wisp.” You wanted to correct him. You wanted to tell him your name or the nickname you would prefer to be called by. You open your mouth. Your throat starts tightening once more and becoming drier than the desert. But you manage to get one single word out. “O-okay…” Thankfully, you find the principal’s office. He doesn’t appear to be in, but you’ve completed the task that was thrust upon you. Fixing your vest and blouse as Ranpo takes a seat outside of the principal’s office, you clutch your school diary a little tighter as you speak up nervously, “U-um…if that’s all, then I have to go now–” Ranpo flashes you one more wide grin as he swings his legs back and forth slowly. He lifts a hand, waving to you quite enthusiastically the moment you begin to hurry away from the area, “Bye bye Wisp! I’ll see you soon!” You raise your hand, giving a faint little wave as you back away. Then like a bat out of hell, you run away as fast as your legs can take you.

Hurrying for the entrance, you leave the academy, heading past the Komainu statues and returning to the cobblestone path that led you here to begin with. 

You pant wildly, heart fluttering like a panicking bird in your chest as you try to calm down. That was too much for your first day. Why did that boy feel the need to cling to you so much? Out of one hundred and fifty people? He isn’t even a first year! Doesn’t he have other friends he could seek out for help? Why you?

You begin walking along the cobblestone path, following the signs nearby to find your way to the dormitories that are already bustling with activity. You see alot of second year students there already, chatting with other classmates. Some are cleaning out their dorm rooms, even moving furniture around with the aid of their room mate. Others are debating switching rooms for a variety of reasons. Your stomach swirls and twists; what if you were sharing a room with a second year student? Worse.

What if you were stuck with a second year boy that already had a girlfriend? What if she was aggressive about changing rooms with you to be with him? What if she wanted to fight you?! Oh, no, no, no! You couldn’t fight! You could barely run track in your previous school without feeling light headed! Your eyes dart across each door, opened or closed until they land on your room door. 1-43. This was it. Oh god, oh god. You shakily step towards the door, lifting a trembling hand to grab the shiny brass door knob. You take a few unsteady breaths as you turn the knob, opening the door to find– No one else. The dorm room is empty. Both sets of keys are still waiting on the hooks by the door. You groan, stepping inside and dumping your bag on the floor. All that worry for nothing. The dorm room itself wasn’t anything immaculate. Compared to the rest of the academy, they were quite small. The back wall is a soft grey, but the other two were a creamy white. The carpet wasn’t exactly soft but it was better than nothing. A large paned window is slotted between the two beds, the vertical blinds open and letting in sunlight from outside. An old wooden chest of drawers was positioned between the two beds, a simple bedside lamp with a wide base in the centre. A desk was positioned at the end of each bed, too small to keep a desktop computer but definitely suitable enough for a laptop. They each came with a lockable drawer and shelving, the perfect spots to put the few sentimental items you’d brought with you and a few books. Your luggage is already here, the large rolling suitcase left at the end of one of the beds. Approaching the bed, you flop down onto it, quickly learning that the pillow isn’t as fluffy as it looks. Still, you groan into it. It’s barely been half a day and you can feel exhaustion crawling through every inch of your body. As you roll onto your back, your mind reels, forcing you to remember every moment the other students looked your way.

Suddenly, their grins and laughter seemed more menacing that it initially was.

They were laughing at you. They had to be. Oh god, were you the academy’s laughing stock already? The way they looked back at you and Ranpo. Those grins on their faces. They were mocking you, weren’t they?

You whine, rolling back over, your face pressing into the flat pillow. It had been your dream for years to come to this academy! Being here was a dream come true for you. You’d hoped that by coming here, you’d find people you could finally connect with. But now, it felt like you had already spoiled your chances. Suddenly, the door opens wide. You squeal, sitting up quickly as the hinges squeak. Your roommate was here already? You look towards the door quickly, your hand gripping at you thigh as you blink in surprise. “R-Ranpo? What are you doing here?” With a smile, Ranpo steps into the room, his voice so loud that you notice other students looking into your dorm from outside, “Well, well! It looks like we’re going to be rooming together Wisp!” He doesn’t bother to close the door. You get up quickly, scampering to the door to close it before you gain an even larger audience. “That’s perfect! Now you don’t have a reason not to be my guide!” You look back only to find him sitting on the bed you’d already claimed. He picks up the pillow, trying to fluff it out before he looks back at you, holding it up, “You’re gonna wanna do something about this pillow situation though!” “Wait…wait, wait…” You shake your head in disbelief, watching as Ranpo grabs the pillow from the other bed, testing to see which is fluffier between the two. “Y-you…? You’re…you’re going to be my roommate?” “Yep! For the entire year!” He looks back up at you, his smile growing wider. He tosses the first pillow over to the other bed. He turns his attention away from you, focusing on fluffing up the pillow he’s chosen to claim. You stand there, completely astonished as you stare at your new roommate. Twelve months. You were going to be stuck living with Ranpo for the next year. 'It could be worse,' you think. 'I mean...at least I kind of know him...?' You look over at your new roommate, settling in and getting comfortable on the bed you already laid claim to. So maybe he had a few quirks, but he didn't seem to be a bad person. Maybe, just maybe...you'd be okay with him being your first friend.

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Pain Management // Trafalgar Law x afab!reader // NSFW/18+

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Chapter 3: Observation

Chapter Summary: You've been busying yourself aboard the Polar Tang, distracting yourself from conflicted thoughts about your "treatment" session and avoiding Law whenever possible. It's hard to escape the good doctor, however, when he makes a late night visit to your quarters to help you with your assigned "therapy."

Chapter CW: afab!reader, no pronouns used; gendered pet names [ex. "good girl"]; extremely dubious consent; emotional and sexual coercion/manipulation; praise kink; slight voice kink; abuse of authority [doctor/patient]; masturbation [reader]; guided masturbation; orgasm control/orgasm denial; begging

WC: 3.1k

It had been three days since you’d been thoroughly ruined on Law’s exam table, three days since you laid open and exposed for him to manipulate and manhandle, three whole unbearable days that you hadn’t stopped thinking about the way his fingers felt, the heat of his breath on your bare leg, the honeyed words of praise that settled in your psyche.

It had been three days that you had been avoiding Law as much as you possibly could, which turned out to be no simple task in a metal vessel that felt more and more like a shoebox every day, as you drifted through the ocean with no plans to head topside to a port anytime soon. The Polar Tang was a beautiful and frightening beast, and you were grateful that there was so much for you to learn—despite the close quarters, you were able to keep your interactions with your captain—your doctor—relatively infrequent, limited to occasional uneasy glances in the mess hall and keeping your eyes fixed on the floor while he gave orders to whomever happened to be standing next to you.

It had been three days that you had managed to escape his looming figure, and you tucked yourself into bed to read, keeping your fingers crossed you could make it to four. As your fingers slid across the page and read aloud to yourself in a sleepy mumble, an urgent and sudden knock at your door vibrated through your quarters. The hefty piece of metal starting to creak open before you’d even opened your mouth to ask who it was. You sat up in your bed, pulling your knees towards your chest when you realized it was Law filling up the open space in the doorframe.

“Just wanted to check in with my patient.” He closed the door shut behind him and leaned against it, not troubling himself with waiting to be invited in. “It seems like you’ve been avoiding me.”

You set the book on your nightstand slowly, as if avoiding any sudden movements would keep you from becoming prey. “Not on purpose. I’ve just been working a lot.”

The lie rang hollow even to you, and the way Law cocked his head and blinked at you told you he didn’t believe a damned word.

“That’s good you’re keeping busy,” he smiled, voice tinged with condescension. “I just wanted to make sure you’ve been following the instructions I gave you.”

You sat up straighter, pulled the blankets a little tighter over you. “What do you mean?”

He took a few steps further into your space. “Well, I gave you very specific instructions when you left. Have you been administering your treatments?”

You stared at him, mouth slightly open, the machinations in your brain stalling for a moment. “Are you–are you asking me if I’ve been masturbating?”

“If you want to put it that way, sure.”

“I… I can’t say that I have,” you stumbled. Despite your best intentions, despite the rich sound of Law’s voice reverberating through your bones, you found it all but impossible to even attempt to pleasure yourself. You told yourself over and over again that it was the painful humiliation of losing yourself in front of your captain under the cold fluorescent lights that kept you from wanting to so much as place a hand on your body the wrong way. It was only in brief moments of honesty and clarity that you even began to let yourself acknowledge that it was also because you worried it simply couldn’t feel as good as it did with his fingers crooked inside of you.

“Tch,” he scoffed. “I gave you very clear directions.”

Your chest tightened, as if you were wearing a shirt three sizes too small and it was shrinking ever smaller with each breath. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’ll—I’ll make sure I do from here on out ‘til I see you again.”

You needed him to believe you. You needed him to believe you, and you needed him to leave your room before you found yourself wanting him to do unspeakable things to you again.

He stepped forward and closed the remaining gap between you, stood looming over your bed like a depraved specter. “Well, then maybe I should observe.”

“Observe… what, exactly?” You swallowed thickly, felt the blood starting to drain from your limbs, knowing the answer to your question before you even opened your mouth.

He knelt down beside you, placing his large hands on your bed. “Observe how you bring yourself to orgasm.”

You scooted back, pressing yourself against the wall next to you, putting as much distance between yourself and Law’s penetrating glare as you could. “Well, I—I don’t really think that’s necessary.”

“As your physician, I beg to differ.” He stood up and moved to the foot of your bed. “If I’m going to provide you long-term care, I should know that you’re taking this seriously, getting the maximum benefit from my treatment plan. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I just—I just don’t think I can do this.” Your heart thumped ferociously in your chest, your breaths harsh and uneven. There was no way you were going to do this, no way you’d agree to get yourself off for him—perhaps in another life, one where he didn’t already know you from the inside out, but not like this, not here.

“Why not?” he cooed, as he knelt on the bed. He found your leg beneath the blanket and placed a hand on you, long fingers wrapping around your calf. “Don’t you want to be a good patient?”

You glanced up at him, meeting his gaze for a moment, feeling yourself melt under it slowly and surely. “I guess so.”

He began to stroke your leg softly. “Don’t you want to be good for me?”

You held back a sigh, choked it down, tried to ignore sudden the heat pooling between your legs. He knew—he knew—what that did to you, knew that you wanted to be good for him—that you wanted to be good.

“Of course I do,” you admitted through shaky breaths.

“That’s what I thought.” He moved off the mattress, taking a seat in the chair at the end of the bed. “Now why don’t you undress for me? Just from the waist down.”

You stayed tucked under the blanket and slid your sweatpants and panties off, discarding them on the floor. “Okay, now what?”

“Well, now I need you to take your blanket off,” Law chuckled. “I can’t observe if I can’t see, now can I?”

You hesitated just a few seconds too long as your mind started to slowly empty itself of all reasonable thought, and Law grabbed the edge of the blanket and yanked, dropping the covers into a heap on the floor.

“That’s better.” He smirked, his eyes scanning your semi-nude form. “You can start whenever you’re ready.”

It was easier, in some ways, when you were flat on your back in the exam room; you couldn’t see more than the top of his head, didn’t have to consider how he was leering at you, what expressions he must have making. But here—here you had a clear view of one another, as he sat in your chair leaning forward, forearms resting on his thighs, his gaze moving between your face and your now-exposed cunt.

“Something wrong?” he asked, as though he didn’t know.

“I—I can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“Because.” You pressed your legs tightly together and held your hands in your lap. “You’re staring at me.”

He sat back a little. “It’s no different than if I were to ask you to pull up your shirt during physical therapy so I could see your posture.”

“It’s a little different than that, you know it.”

“Come on now. Don’t you want my help to relieve your symptoms?

“Sure but—”

“And don’t you want to be so, so good for me?”

“You know I do.” You hated it, hated how you loved it—he was vile, plying you again with the words that sent vibrations straight through to your core.

“Then indulge me,” he grinned. “We’ll call it professional curiosity.”

“If you insist, doctor,” you mumbled. You reached over to your bedside table and rustled around in the drawer, pulling out a small vibrator you’d acquired in some back alley shop some time ago.

Law cocked his head to one side. “That looks like fun.”

You shrugged. “It certainly speeds things up a lot.”

“I suppose time is of the essence without much privacy, isn’t it?”

You would know, you thought as you nervously fiddled with the controls and placed it on the highest setting—the quicker you could make this, the quicker he would leave, and the sooner you could get back to both dreading and secretly counting the days to your next session with him. You inhaled deeply as you pressed the device to your clit, and felt a sudden rush of heat between your legs, your muscles beginning to tense. Your head tipped back of its own accord and your eyes drifted shut, as you tried to pretend that Law’s steady breathing was just white noise, no different than the hums of the submarine.

A few arduous moments passed, and you exhaled noisily and stared at the ceiling. What little desire you had was gone, and the warmth in your lower half rapidly dissipated as you lost focus over and over again, still unnerved by your captain sitting at the end of your bed, unable to shake the thought of him leering at your every movement. “I’m sorry, this is too weird, I don’t think I can finish.”

He laced his fingers together and placed them in front of his mouth. “That’s alright, I don’t have anywhere to be right now. Just try again for me.”

“Look, I’ll just do it after you leave, I promise.”

He chewed on his lower lip, letting a strained silence fill the room for a few beats. “I have a better plan. Do you trust me?”

You nodded. You weren’t exactly sure that you could trust anything that came out of his mouth, but what else could you do but comply as you laid half-naked on your bed with your legs spread open?

“Good. Now, I’m going to talk you through it. Just listen to my voice, and follow my directions.”

“I don’t see how that’s going to make it any less weird.”

“You said you trusted me, so let me help you, hm?” There was almost a tenderness in his tone, one that your hazy brain easily latched onto and wanted to earn from him again and again.

“Okay.” You inhaled deeply, held it in your chest for a moment as you picked the vibrator back up.

“No. Leave it,” he reprimanded, shaking his head. “Not yet.”

You reluctantly set it back beside you, letting it rest against your hip, and anxiously played with the hem of your shirt while you waited for instructions.

“First, close your eyes,” he began. “Now, I want you to lower your hands down and touch your thighs. Run your hands up and down them, nice and slow. Focus on the texture of your skin, the temperature. Is it warm? Cool to the touch? How does it feel?”

You concentrated on the coolness of your skin under your fingertips, the subtle goosebumps that formed, the way your whole body shivered. “My legs feel cold.”

“Good.” His voice was low and smooth, like the whiskey you hid in your bedside table, reserved for only the loneliest nights. “Now slowly slide your hands up your body. Imagine it’s someone else doing the touching—exploring you, taking in every inch of you.”

That won’t be too hard, you thought, as your mind slowly started to wander towards images of his tattoo-covered fingers drifting over your skin. He continued to guide your movements, the deep, steady cadence of his voice slowly washing over you like waves—he led your hands up to your breasts, instructing you to cup them in your palms and knead them gently, let your fingertips glide over your pebbled nipples. Slow waves of pulsing pleasure lapped over you, and your hips began to roll into it, small sighs escaping your lips.

“That’s it.” His voice dropped to a raspy whisper. “Don’t stop until I tell you.”

You groped at yourself with increasing urgency and pressed your legs tightly together, desperate for something—anything—to stimulate your aching clit, as the muscles in your core began to twist and tighten. Your thighs became sticky and slick the more pressure you applied, your cunt leaking uncontrollably as you were made to tease yourself for what felt like an eternity.

“Now,” he finally continued, “I want you to pick up your toy, turn it on the lowest setting, and press it against yourself. Not hard. Just enough to feel a light buzzing.”

You wasted no time in grasping for the vibrator and hurriedly held it to your swollen, saturated pussy lips, just over your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked against the device, the low vibrations enough to make you spasm and clench in response, and you groaned under your breath with every pulse.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured. “Just a little more for me.”

Your heart swelled at his praise, and you felt your greedy cunt dripping in response. It hurt how much how you wanted to be good for him, how much you wanted him.

“Oh shit, I’m almost there.” You felt yourself coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second, your body shivering with every labored breath.

“Not yet,” he said quickly. “Turn off your vibrator.”

“No, please.” Your words were nearly a wail as you started to feel your climax taking hold of you. “I need it.”

“I said turn it off.”

You reluctantly turned the device off, imploring him the whole while, the word “please” tumbling from your lips over and over again like a prayer. You didn’t care how appallingly pathetic you sounded, begging him to allow you the privilege of an orgasm—you needed this, needed to reach that dizzying moment of release.

“I said not yet.” His voice was deep and commanding, and it reverberated in your ribcage. “Let yourself come down, just a little longer. Feel all the heat start to subside, let the blood start to return to the rest of your body. Wait for my permission.”

You whined as your body trembled, precariously close to the edge, aching to feel that sweet moment of release. You could only imagine the sick grin on his face, the way he must be relishing in watching you suffer, seeing how needy and pitiful you must look, barely able to control yourself from lowering your hand down and pressing your fingers against your pulsing clit. You wondered if he was salivating at your whimpers, if it stirred something in him to watch your sweat-slicked body writhe in your tangled sheets, if his cock twitched at the fact that your pleasure was his to control.

“Now,” he growled, “I want you to look at me.”

You reluctantly opened your eyes and tilted your head forward, suddenly very aware of everything in the room—the lamp beside you too bright, the air too cold, the smell of your sweat and your drenched cunt hanging heavy in the air. You glanced down and noticed Law had moved from his spot in your chair, and was now kneeling at the foot of your bed, his hands pressed firmly into the mattress, fingers gripping your sheets.

“That’s my girl,” he smiled. “Now cum for me. And don’t take your eyes off me.”

You nodded eagerly and quickly flicked the vibrator back on, pressing it against yourself firmly. You stifled a sharp yelp as the vibrations hit you, and the blinding heat of arousal rushed back to your core, spreading through you like a wildfire. You breathed in ragged gasps, and your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to keep your focus on him; he watched you with an agonizing intensity—lips parted, chest heaving, making slow, deliberate nods that wordlessly urged you to your orgasm. You surged and ebbed, over and over, until you finally plunged over the crest, your body overcome by powerful spasms.

You shut off the vibrator, your clit pulsing painfully under even the lightest touch, and rested your tingling hands at your sides. You glanced down at Law, who was still at the foot of your bed, watching you intently with his steel-grey eyes, and suddenly felt devastatingly fragile, ready to break apart at the slightest provocation.

He smirked as he rested his chin in his palm. “Feel better?”

You nodded slowly, unable to speak through the stuttering gasps that left your lungs.

“Good. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You shook your head, your head still devoid of any thoughts besides him—his rumbling voice, his long fingers, his magnetic gaze, his everything.

“I’m glad.” He stood slowly, turning away from you. “That was very informative. I think it’s really going to help me with your care.”

You quietly snorted at the suggestion; it was bullshit, utter horseshit, and you knew it had to be. But what did it matter, when you were already so far gone, so deeply and irrevocably under his thumb?

He pushed your chair back under your desk, and made his way to the door, pausing briefly as he placed a hand on the smooth steel. “I’d like you to alternate between your toy and your hands—I don’t want you to get too desensitized. I’ll see you in just a couple days for our next treatment session. Follow my orders in the meantime?”

“Sure, yes, I will,” you slurred, bleary eyed and body wrung out like a damp washcloth.

He slid out of your room and into the hallway, pausing for just a moment to gaze at you with half-lidded eyes and whisper, “That’s my good girl.”

You watched the door come to a close, and hastily slid your hand between your thighs, shuddering as you felt the leftover vibrations of your arousal against your palm. The thin barrier of revulsion for your captain’s—your doctor’s—methods was starting to break down more and more, his sordid treatment plan seeming ever more reasonable with every bit of pleasure that he coaxed out of you.

Just a couple more days, you reminded yourself as you absentmindedly started to rock yourself against your hand, your plentiful slick soaking your skin, just a couple more days until I can feel him again.

[altheasmeadow]

Arachnid

WC: 464

Pairing: Mingi x reader

Hearing a high pitched scream break through the tranquil apartment, she shot up from her resting postion with a start, tossing her blanket off of her legs and rushing towards the door in an attempt to get to Mingi, but the door burst open before she could make it there, the orange haired man running in spraying whatever cleaner he could find behind him aimlessly as he attempted to fight off whatever was chasing him. He bolted past the bleary eyed woman, jumping onto her bed to hide from the beast.

“What is going on?” She croaked, voice hoarse from her rest.

“There’s a spider! It landed on my face!” He freaked, earning an eyeroll from the woman who simply made her way to her closet to grab a piece of paper and an old cardboard box. She headed to Mingi’s room, grumbling about how he was a giant baby whose stupid puppy eyes would kill her one day.

She walked into the room, spotting the spider easily considering it was surprisingly large, she caught the arachnid easily as well, guiding it to the window to free it, and closing it quickly. She sighed tiredly, leaning against the window for a moment to regain composure contemplating if rooming with this man child was worth it. She walked out of his room and back into her own, spotting Mingi curled up in her bed dozing off easily, she rolled her eyes yet again, moving around to grab her spare blanket and going to sleep on the couch, she knew Mingi wouldn’t go back to his own room tonight anyway, he was terrified of bugs. 

She would have been fine sleeping on the couch had it not been freezing for some reason, well she was unaware of the reason, Mingi was hoping she would have laid in the bed with him and curled up to him for warmth so he turned the air down before he fell asleep. And when he heard her shuffle into the room he had to hide his smile, but it faded when he realized she was just grabbing a blanket. So he waited, and waited. When he heard her soft snores echo through the quiet apartment he put his new plan into motion, he snuck into the living room, gently picking up the sleeping girl and bringing her back to her own room,  laying her cold body onto the bed and tucking her in before climbing in as well. He would’ve been worried about crossing a line had they never shared a bed before but they did this a few times when either of them weren’t up for being alone. 

He wrapped his body around hers, her body immediately sinking into his warmth with a content sigh escaping her sleepy body. 

[enha-cafe]

Be With Me | L.H

❤︎ Love Me Like You Do masterlist

❤︎ love language: quality time

❤︎ summary: slow mornings with Heeseung are moments you have learned to relish. not always being able to get time alone to yourselves you learn to enjoy them as much as you can.

❤︎ Lee Heeseung x afab! Reader | smut, not beta read, literally no plot, established relationship, morning sex, fingering, unprotected sex (remember no glove no love), cream pie, cock warming, somewhat needy Heeseung, ever so slightly pussy drunk Heeseung, pet names (honey, babe) that are used like once or twice, cursing, stomach bulge

❤︎ word count: 822

You enjoy these moments more than anyone realizes. The times when you don’t have to rush out of bed. Getting to enjoy the feeling of the warm blanket and the sunlight peeking through the blinds. But most of all you enjoy being able to watch Heeseung at peace. Giving him a peck on his forehead he starts to stir.

“Good morning, honey,” he says in his raspy morning voice. Rubbing his eyes as he tries to adjust to the light. You pull him into a kiss, “morning babe.” You roll over and try to get out of bed, but Heeseung grabs your waist and pulls you in closer to him.

“Don’t leave yet, I want to be with you,” he says while nuzzling his nose into your neck. “I guess I can stay a little longer.” “Good so that means I get to do this,” he says right before sucking your neck.

It feels like a slice of heaven having him suck on your neck. He’s hitting all of your spots just right causing you to grind yourself against him.

You turn your head to meet his lips. You can feel his neediness, his longing. The way his teeth almost clash against yours as he tries to get more of you causes the both of you to become breathless. He pulls away for a second to regain his breath. “I need you,” he whines as one of his hands plays with the hem of your underwear. “You can have me,” you say as you guide his hand inside your underwear.

He runs his fingers along your folds making you squirm as he gathers your juices before dipping his ring finger and middle finger inside. Throwing your head back onto Heeseung’s shoulder as you moan at the feeling. Him thrusting his fingers deep inside of you and scissoring his fingers in a way that makes your mouth just fall open. “You take my fingers so well y/n,” he says as he uses his thumb to play with your clit. You can’t help but try to clamp your thighs closed at the pleasure only for Heeseung to use his other hand to keep your thighs together. “Shit feels so good,” you let out in an airy moan. “Well I know something that’ll feel even better,” he says as he removes his fingers causing you to let out a whimper.

Heeseung moves your panties to the side as he pulls his cock out from his underwear. He gives it a few strokes before he slowly sinks into you. Both of you let out a moan as he fills you up all the way. “God you feel so good y/n, I don’t think I can stay still,” he whimpers out. “So move,” you tell him in a sultry voice.

That was all he needed to hear before pounding into you. Your sweet sleepy boyfriend from earlier this morning is all gone and now you’re left with a lust-filled beast in his place. His cock is hitting inside of you fast and hard as you move your hand down to play with your clit. You slightly clench around his as your hips try to sink to meet his as he leaves wet kisses on your neck.

Between kisses all you can hear is him babbling, “you feel so good around me,” and “it’s like this pussy was made for me.” His hips never seem to lose their pace and it has you moaning out breathlessly, “Heeseung, you feel so good and you’re so deep.” You grab one of his hands and place it on your stomach for him to feel just how deep inside of you he is. “Holy shit that’s hot,” he says as he applies pressure it makes you squeal and you can feel him begin throbbing inside of you.

You can feel the pressure starting to build up inside of you, “Heeseung, I’m close.” You begin to clench around him. “Okay baby where do you want me to cum?” “Inside, please need you to fill me up,” and with that, you can feel him twitch inside of you and you know he’s close too. He keeps thrusting inside you doing his best to keep his rhythm, you hear him let out a string of curses right before you feel his hot seed enter you. The new feeling sends you over the edge clenching down harder on him as you let out a string of moans.

Heeseung is about to pull out right before you say, “I want to stay like this a little while longer.” So he stays nestled inside you as he holds you and kisses you on your cheek. Mornings like this, where neither of you is in a rush to get out of bed and are just able to be with each other. “I love you,” the both of you say in unison making the other let out a slight chuckle.

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I wanted to ask if you could help me here. I recently read a fanfic with naga!crowley who was in some tower he couldn’t get out and he wasn’t himself. Azi found him there. It sounded very cool but had quite a bit adult content. I feel rather uncomfortable with sutch thing and wanted to know if there are any other fics with the same idea but no adult content and please no human AU’s. could you help me with that? Already a big thank you for this blog <3

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A Demon's Guide to Love and Curses by cyankelpie (G)

(Crowley has been cursed by a witch, cut off from his powers, and trapped in serpent form. Only a True Love’s Kiss can restore him to his former self. There’s just one problem: demons can’t fall in love.)

“So what’s your plan?” Crowley said at last, sounding resigned. “You want me to ssslither into town, find some random human, and see if I can fall in love with them? And get them to fall for me?”

“Goodness, no. That would never work.” Aziraphale crossed the floor and pulled his cloak off the coat stand. “My plan is to take you into town, and then, together, we’ll find someone for you to court.”

The Prince and the Serpent by IneffableDoll (G)

The witch’s expression was downright evil. “You’ve heard of True Love’s Kiss, haven’t you?” Anthony stared at her. If he’d had eyebrows instead of being a snake, they’d have touched his hairline. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” ~ This is a magical rom-com about an idiot besotted snake and an idiot besotted prince very loosely inspired by The Princess and the Frog, what do you want from me?

The prince and the snake by Lost_In_Wonderland12 (G)

The kingdom of gold got a prophecy long ago about the youngest child of the king weilding a flaming sword and the king waited expectantly for this child for years until finally the worthy one was born. His last child, Aziraphale, his knight. Fast forward to years later after the death of the king, his oldest son Gabriel has since taken the throne and has no hopes for his youngest brother. That is until a cursed man, a sorcerer if you will, with snake like eyes starts becoming a slight problem. He messes with the roads, terrorizes children, sets snakes loose in barns, and Gabriel does not like him one bit.

So he asks for an audience with the snakelike man who asks for something unusual in return for staying out of trouble. A companion, and a willing one at that. No one steps forward except for Prince Aziraphale, who is whisked away with the promise that he can visit. What will come of this?

A Familiar Bond by ChubbstheFish (T)

There is a reason witches are warned not to summon demons. The sleepy town of Tadfield was supposed to be peaceful, a town full of witches practicing their craft without worry of outside persecution. At least it was until someone let a demon loose. But local bookshop owner and garden enthusiast Aziraphale doesn't really care about all that nonsense, not when he has just acquired a new friend and companion in the shape of a Familiar. Crowley just wanted to head back home. But that's getting harder to do now that he's gone and gotten attached to a certain witch, which is bad since he does not want the pure-hearted man to be corrupted by his mere presence.

The Rose and the Serpent by Atalan (M)

AU, retelling of “Beauty and the Beast”. Quite honestly, sending Aziraphale off into the forest to be held hostage by a giant snake in a cursed castle isn’t even the worst thing Gabriel’s ever done to him, and at least it means a change of scene. But then neither the snake nor the castle turn out to be quite what he’s expecting…

Choose Your Princes Wisely by ZehWulf (T)

“There’s an enchanted castle West in the Hellian slopes, and apparently it comes with a prince looking for a bride or bridegroom to free him from a dark fae’s curse.”

“I see,” Aziraphale says finally, when he realizes both Gabriel and Uriel are staring at him expectantly. “You want me to marry a beast?”

Gabriel's mouth flattens. “I want you to take this gods’ blessed opportunity to secure your family’s future for good."

OR

Aziraphale is a professional quest hero who just wants to sit by the fire and read a book, if his overbearing family will ever let him; Crowley is a serpent demon who needs a gullible hero he can con into gathering some critical ingredients for a human corporation spell. Hijinks and a lot of terribly inconvenient feelings ensue.

- Mod D

[revelisms]

Copia has always been a shy one—ever since he had the gall to put words to his tongue, could lace his boots and toss a cap on his head and pull on a thrush of dark wool—but, oh, does he love the ones who aren't.

The ones that flash soft grins in flame-kissed shadows and say, Come here, darling. What's your poison?

(Holy ground, or unholy gravelings? The sweet ache of restraint? A dark-roomed white-mooned symphony of husken growls: more love and praise and need than he can handle, than his shyness can bear?)

And they'll lay their fingers on his chin, with adoration in their eyes, and a hunger even the good Saints couldn't have words for: that is both beasts waiting to maul and innocence pleased to bloom: that guide his hands right where they want them.

And Satan evermore—

What a beautiful thing that is: letting go. Nosing down a navel that glitters, his breath hot as a brand, haggard with adoration of his own; lip-paint a pattern of black-mothed wings, and nails a sweat-slick glide, and a flush of beauty on beckoning skin: a meal he could devour 'til the end of his days, and lick the plate clean with every offering.

Come here, darling, they say. Let me look at you.

And he—who has never cared for his freckles, or the soft lines of his waist, or the gnarledness of his fingers; who has stared hope in the eye of his own mirrors, and stood a thread from putting a knife through the glass; he, who would blink at them, always, with disbelief in his brow and sheepishness in his lungs—well.

He must come alive, in their eyes. An unfurling stem of more colors than he can dare to name, with how they hold him, kiss him like a soul who has never known the touch of a temptress's lips, paint nail-scraped lines over skin that yearns to be seen as something that cannot be broken, to be treated as living, to hear those lovely things in his ear again and again and again.

The dawn will greet him still freckled and soft-bellied and a dryness in his mouth; tangled in sheets that are not his own, bathed in a glow that couldn't come close to the sleepy slants of satisfaction that peck at his teeth, morning breath and all.

Even a cluster of solidago, to some, can be a bouquet.

Little by little, a crescent pressed to their lips, he starts to believe it.

[rookthorne]

okay this week is by far one of my favourites... see below!

Awakening a Beast

“Sir,” you sighed, pushing back harder, but Bucky still did not wake. “Sir, please.”

Bucky’s hand clumsily dragged down your thigh until he gripped it, and pulled it back with another huffed breath. 

“Fuck it,” you grit out. Your hand moved down your stomach to reach between your thighs, and you lifted your leg to reach between them. “You won’t do it, so I fucking will.” His hard cock twitched in your hand, and you guided it to your weeping pussy, your tongue between your teeth in concentration.

Stroke of Midnight

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, realisation dawning on his sleepy features, and his hand moved to cup your ass in his palm. “Can’t have you hurtin’ now, can I?”

“No,” you answered, gripping the sheets between your fingers and bunching them painfully into your palm. “Wanna be fucked, daddy.”

Bucky grinned sleepily and sidled closer. “Y’know what, Cherry? Why don’t you fuck Stevie–he would love it,” he cooed, rubbing circles with his thumb over the skin of your ass. “Go on. Ride daddy.”

Run, Kotenok, Run

"You're not going anywhere," he growled, his voice low and dangerous as tucked his shin into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His breath was hot on your ear and cheek, and you shuddered. "You're going to learn to be a good girl. I'll tame you–whether you like it, or not, kukla."

“Please,” you whined, struggling in his grip. “Just wanted to-”

“What? To what?” Bucky snapped, turning you around in his grip to look at you. “Test my fucking patience even more, is that it?”

[i-turn-characters-2-warrior-cats]

I’m back whit more characters to turn into catsss

Ok so what about techno, Tommy and Wilbur and philza

The sleepy boisss

Also Mumza would be nice so we can have the whole family but if you don’t want to that’s fine

Of course I will!

For the names....

Philza was the most immediately obvious. Crowskull. Crow for his crow friends (I've visited sometimes from the basement), and skull for his status as the Angel of Death, or in this case, Death's Right Claw. As Death's Right Claw, he has wings! :D

Next was Mumza! I don't think she uses one name. In the ITAHTTW universe, she goes to cats who have a little trouble passing on, and guide them to the afterlife. So, if the cat is a kit, she'll use a different name, one that's a bit sillier, to try and bring the cat comfort.

With Phil, she uses the name "Lightwalk", representing her status as the guiding light.

For Wilbur....Shadesong. I'm not sure about why I chose name, actually. But it fits.

Tommy is Raccoonflap! Raccoon because of his personality, and flap....also because of his personality!

Techno has the name of Boarslash! A name obtained after taking down a wild pig, it represents his minecraft skin and his tendency to fight! Much like Crowskull is Death's Right Claw, Boarslash is the Acolyte of War, serving the Beast of Blood.

For the stories....

Crowskull arrived after the crows from Shadesong stopped, worried. He arrived to find creatures ravaging the land, one of his sons terrified, his best friend helping the creatures fight, and his other son the cause of all of this.

Shadesong looked him in the eye and asked Crowskull to kill him. To get it over with. Seeing and sharing the fear of vengeance in Shadesong's eyes, Crowskull made it quick.

Boarslash came to the land after Shadesong traveled far to contact him, a great warrior and best friend of his father. Boarslash and Crowskull had once been clanmates, but as their former clan grew dictatorial, Crowskull left and Boarslash was chased out. The two banded together for a while, eventually killing the leader of their clan.

Boarslash is also able to see ghosts.

Raccoonflap was...not okay in the slightest after all of this, and that eventually lead to WC Dream exiling him from the lands, with Raccoonflap swearing vengeance after finding Boarslash's den.

Shadesong awoke in a circle. A rocky tunnel, it looped around and around and around forever. That's his version of limbo.

That's it! Thank you for the request, I didn't want to make this crash the site so I didn't unleash my brain upon this post! If you have another request or would like elaboration, do contact me again!

Bye!

(O7 to Technoblade)

[simpsations]

Animal Care Guide

How to Tame

Animal care is not an easy task, especially if it came from the wild. Taming the thing would be the first hardest thing you do.

Walking down one of the winding trails behind your new home, the place was beautiful and the surrounding greenery only added to it.

All that you could focus on at the moment was the big hurt snake man showing his fangs in warning to you, you don't mean him any harm though, and you show it, hands up in surrender.

The naga calms slightly, allowing you to walk up to it and check the cuts and bruises that patched his back.

You offer to take it to your house, keen on helping to get the naga all patched up.

Now nice an clean, your new naga friend offered his name, Fitheal.

Now that you have tamed your little beasts, it must have been in a lot of stress and might be hungry, you have to feed it.

The smoke from the pot is the main thing you focus on, the beef vegetables and broth, flavors mixing together, the smell spreading through the room.

Once it was done, you pour it into a big bowl and offer it to Fitheal, the nagga taking the meal happily.

Now that your beast is fed, it's been a long day and he must be sleepy, all he needs is a place to rest.

You make your way up to the second floor of your home, your new guest following closely.

The guest room was empty, nothing but a dark curtain to cover one window and a few boxes. You push the boxes to the farthest wall.

You welcome Fitheal into the room fully, he doesn't take up more than a corner of the room, leaving and returning with pillows and quilts and laying them around Fitheal.

You turn to leave when Fitheal grabs your hand and pulls you on top of his coils, looking at him in confusion only to have a blanket rapped around your form, "Thank you greatly"

Thank you for reading Animal Care Guide, WARNINGS: WHEN HOSTING A MONSTER, PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU ARE FULLY INVERSES IN THE ANATOMY AND LIKENESS OF YOUR MONSTER. . . . Have fun. •‿•

[valoisfulcanellideux]

One of my favourite scenes from These Stones Remember

This is the start of chapter 64, and it contains some of my favourite scene and location description of the entire story :)

For context, the Great Caravan is approaching the savannah that will eventually become the Ancient Capital of Empires S2.

Featuring the following characters (in case you're new to the story)

The Copper King: Onorait Paix al-Lareiff (Pixlriffs)

The Astrologer: G'tehm ah-Shker (Goodtimeswithscar)

Plus a brief honourable mention of:

The Grav'n er-Rachzem: N'dachVeip (fWhip)

Behind the cut with you for some writin'!

HOW LITTLE WE NEED TO BE HAPPY {EARLY AUTUMN}

The Great Caravan moved slowly, inexorably, ever onward. Through dense forests and across broad plains, camels and horses plodded and wheels turned. Wherever a large vista of flatter land presented itself ahead of them, they set up camp and rested awhile. Never more than a few days, as the year was already past its midpoint and heading into cooler months, and both Paix and the q’ayadasi were anxious to find warmer lands before winter set in, but the encampments provided a pause in the endless motion and were gratefully embraced by those who - unlike Paixandrians - were not possessed of nomadic ancestry.

A distant sparse jungle proved a welcome sight through Paix’s spyglass as he rode a short way out from the camp late one afternoon. It hinted at the warmth he had hoped to find, and as he waited for the sun to dip low enough for the stars to become visible he scanned the horizon.

Less than a week ago, they had narrowly avoided a large swamp, its watery ground tangled with thick roots that were clogged with mud and shaded by a dense canopy of weeping, drooping dark leaves that dripped in the dank air within. The detour it had forced them to take led them across a river, and they were much exercised to find a shallow enough spot across which they could safely ford. Upon the river’s far bank, though, were the rolling plains they were now encamped upon.

Dotted with small stands of oak and apple trees and thickets of rangy bushes, and dusted with a glory of wildflowers whose heads nodded lazily toward the low afternoon sun, it was home to roaming herds of shaggy ponies who ventured curiously and fearlessly close to the caravan.

As leaves crisped and curled and yellowed, drifting down from sparse branches to carpet the grass with gold, laughter rang around the camp as the placid little ponies trotted good-naturedly around with a child or two on their backs, watched over by the q’ayadasi, each of whom had one eye for a sturdy beast that might join the caravan and the other eye on the safety of their young charges.

Friendly donkeys accepted windfall apples picked up from beneath the trees, nosing into hands and pockets in search of treats, and distant flocks of sheep settled like sleepy clouds on the hillsides as the gentle lowing of cows travelled through the deepening gloom of dusk.

Far, far to his left, Paix could make out through the lens of the spyglass tall towers and peaks of red stone, curiously flattened at the top as if sliced off by a sharp knife. They looked dry and hot, and gave him even more hope that he was heading in the right direction.

He lowered the spyglass, closing it and tucking it into the small pack before him on the saddle. Tilting his head back, he gazed up at the sky, quick eyes darting to find familiar groups of stars. They were lower in the firmament than he was accustomed to, but even here - far from home - they were enough to guide him. With the red land to his left, he would strike a course across the plains and toward the jungle. 

He closed his eyes, letting the starlight bathe his face, and breathed in the warm ochre scent of the autumn air, damp and smoky, redolent with spores and fungi and dried leaves dappled with mould that heralded the coming death of the old year.

“We need to find so many new names,” a familiar voice said quietly, as he heard the chink of small copper-framed lenses being moved around and in front of each other, a little way to his left.

He smiled, not opening his eyes.

“Indeed we do,” he murmured. “I wonder if the peoples of these lands, whoever they are, have their own names for what moves above us.”

“And how might those names differ from those we would give them,” G'tehm ah-Shker replied, as Paix opened his eyes and lowered his head, turning to look across at him.

The astrologer was peering through his lenses, which he was resting upon a peculiar contraption that sat before his camel’s saddle; a sort of counterbalanced brace that kept the lenses steady even if the camel moved. Paix wouldn’t be surprised if that wasn’t the work of N’dachVeip, for it was the kind of thing he liked to set his hand to. If a problem needed solving, or there was a better way to do something, one could count on a Tinkerer to mull it over until their hands grew tired of their mind doing all the work.

“I ponder often,” G'tehm ah-Shker mused, focusing on his lenses, “what shapes other peoples see in the stars, how they might group them into meaning something only to them. Where we see the Ibis, do they see the Swan? Or do they see not a bird but a plough, or a horse. Or do they see the gods themselves? It’s enough to keep me up at night.”

He looked askance at Paix with a little grin tweaking at one side of his mouth.

“Which,” he added, “is no bad thing, when this is my profession, eh?”

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