#the more the cores the longer the tail feathers

[snepril]

Shiny

They say the darkness behind your eyes has a color to it. Not black - not to the human mind, anyway. Something deeper, more nuanced than flat black, a color informed by the backs of your eyelids and the quirks of neurology. You had lived with it all your life, but until today you had never paid it a moment's thought.

Your first hint as to how much things have changed is that that color is different now. It's deeper, more solid, yet decidedly... green? Yes, definitely green. It would've made you smile, if you still could. You haven't even opened your eyes yet and you're already noticing something new. A giddy rush of excitement followed closely on that thought's heels, and you can't keep your eyes closed any longer. The world snaps into focus, but that green tint lingers, faint but unmistakably there. You can tell from the way it colors her smile, from the odd hue it gives the shadows cast by her wide-brimmed hat, from the way it makes the playful sparkle of her eyes that much more magical.

"Good morning," she says, her voice warm like sunrise. "When I said to relax, I didn't mean you should pass out."

You try to answer, but the words catch in your throat. All you manage is a hoarse croak, but that just makes the witch smile even more.

"Come on, birdie. Let's get you up."

Birdie. That's you. That's you! A wave of giddy glee washes over you. It feels different now, an excited shimmer that surges up from your core, unaccompanied by the usual fluttering of an enthusiastic heart. Indeed, your entire self feels far less fluttery now - which is deeply ironic, you suppose. No, you're much more solid now, much less... organic. Still squishy, in all likelihood, but in a very different way. You had planned to take it slow, but you can't help yourself. You scramble upright, filling the air with a wonderful chorus of creaks and squeaks. Your legs are stiffer now, far less helpful, but your arms - no, your wings - more than make up for it. You wobble a little as you finally find your footing, like your whole body has just a delightful bit of elasticity to it. You bounce excitedly. You can't help it - you're bouncy! Your wings flutter on reflex, then again as you get them under control.

Your wings! They're everything you had hoped for - big and black and oh so Shiny. Something at the back of your mind nudges you to Snatch them up and Stash them somewhere safe, but they're you! You're the Shiny Thing! That wonderful shimmery buzz returns, and you hug yourself as best as you can manage. Of course, that doesn't work like it used to - your big birdy beak gets in the way, a little jolt of rubbery friction that squeaks oh so wonderfully and sends you off on another frantic wave of self-exploration. You bat at your beak and twist this way and that, looking over one side of the new you and then the other. Your beak? Stiffer than lips, long and surprisingly pointy. Your body? Small and sleek and entirely avian. Your wings? Still wonderful. Your tail? A delightful fan of feathers that you can bob and flutter and spread...

[bluenightcomedies]

i wanted to draw rain world scug headcanons but keep being busy and distracted with other stuff so ima write now, draw later >w<; readmore cuz it long

Survivor: -has a lot of small scars on body, but isn't normally visible -collects various items as a salvaging habit, and anthro form prefers clothes with a lot of pockets for this reason -becomes Gourmand's best disciple in crafting, makes simple tools and jewelry Monk: -has a couple bite scars from early taming attempts -makes accessories and trinkets from shed skin, feathers, and bones due to having a lot of that from spending time with lizards -the above details makes them look like a warrior or druid at first glance, but is an absolute sweetheart to everyone -brown spots like banana slug! Hunter: -doesn't properly reincarnate cuz the rot counts as another living being, so they're stuck together until one consumes the other -as such when Hunter is fully taken over, they finally reincarnate but all the way back from just before the rot fully develops, probably impairing their memory or setting them back at square one alternate artihunter angst -has scav-like mannerisms and a lot less graceful than other scugs -probably would've had an easy time befriending scavs if Artificer didn't make them terrified of red scugs Artificer: -it's popular to depict artificer as a punk- and i see why- but i see em as more of chancla mom, very affectionate and doting with other scugs but brutal towards perceived threats -single-handedly the core reason all scavs are nervous wrecks in the presence of scugpups -has accidentally launched themself or others after grooming due to forgetting their saliva is explosive, darker patches of fur are due to this -tries to parent 5P on the ways of the scug Gourmand: -dense like a pitbull, ripped underneath the chub, which makes them even heavier- and stronger- than they look -gets tired not because they're 'out of shape' but cuz they have to lift their own weight a lot with the usual scug acrobatics -can immobilize scugs, scavs, and smaller lizards just by loafing on top of them, uses this to put them in "time-out" -has an observable grasp on ancient technology and is trying to teach other scugs Rivulet: -actually not a scug but a convergent evolution that strongly resembles them, with a bunch of biological and behavioral differences but gets along well enough -extremely prone to zoomies, body-checks others by accident often -very physical with affection and curiosity, which overwhelms some but is v appreciated by those who appreciate it -impossible to keep a grip on, like a wet ferret Spearmaster: -tail is hard to the touch due to containing needle-producing organs rather than fat or muscle -longer/taller than most scugs but also very thin, giving them an unnatural stretched-out appearance, which paired with the lack of a mouth and the strange tail, gives other scugs an uncanny valley effect -rivulet is unaffected by this and loves climbing onto them -can in fact wawa but it sounds creepy coming out of the tail vents -scugs have a gestural language for stealth 'talking', Spearmaster learns it and ends up improvising new signs to expand the language -teaches scugpups how to draw when they meet packs that don't mind their appearance Saint: -actually one of the younger scugs, but acts like a weary old man anyway due to what they've been through and also to try seem wiser and cooler -almost as zoomie-prone as rivulet and gets goofy with tongue acrobatics, but immediately pretends nothing happened if another scug catches them in the act -the floof is solely because SOS finds it cute -does the scrunge face when they tongue-grab something unpleasant -has attempted to use Enot's eggs to break the cycle. seems that didn't go according to plan... -seems to act as Monk's mentor but Monk helps them more

Nightcat: -literally just an ordinary scug besides the fur color, is basically the normie neighbor to the other scugs, always around but never got involved with the iterators or any big events -possibly the un-altered enot... nah, i'm sure it's a coincidence. Enot/INV/???: -despite obviously being a purposed organism, there are no records or knowledge of their existence -probs an attempt to destroy the karma cycle, but they destabilize it instead, causing unpredictable changes and probably causing alternate realities -bizarre personality and overly affectionate antics either due to loose grasp on reality or being unable to keep a consistent relationship between fluctuating timelines/realities -pretty hush on what the other timelines are like since it causes awkward situations, but couldn't resist telling 5P about Five Pebbsi, the catboy outfit, and various other embarrassing details. 5P killed them on the spot for it. worth it. -Saint seems to know about them but won't elaborate why or how

most of it's lame but wanted to say anyway bweh

[stesierra]

ROYGBIV Tag! @starbuds-and-rosedust tagged me!

Tagging @dyrewrites and @alnaperera and anyone else who's interested!

Rules: Search your your writing for the colours of the rainbow and post the excerpt.

I pulled from Cast Out.

red

The sky glowed red. Red, as the sun set and winked in and out of the clouds like the twitching of a nervous eye. It caught the plumes of smoke that rose from the desert. From the cities. From the mountains. It carried the caramel sweet scent of meat cooking, although I'd rarely smelled it – only once, when a farm elp had died of old age and the whole city had split its flesh among themselves, so it wouldn't go to waste. My parents had brought home a whole pound, and baked it with our lentils and goat-cheese.

I tried to look down, to find the fire, and was swept into the sky like a dizzy bird. I think I threw up, somewhere over the highest peak in the world.

orange

Sefi reared up and nipped her nose.

Thesil jumped, her mouth opening in a startled o. Sefi tumbled from her arms to the ground, achieving a half-graceful landing. The pleased goose pottered about my ankles, preening her wings and tail. My scolding did nothing to dissuade her.

"It's all right," Thesil signed once she stopped holding her nose. "My ducks did that sometimes."

I remembered, then, our discussion when we first met. "Three ducks."

Thesil went back to talking, as if she didn't know the signs for what she wanted to say. "I raised them from ducklings. They were gold and blue when they grew up, with brown bellies. Fat little things, always begging for scraps."

Lira had paused to wait for us. I started walking again, Sefi trailing at my heels. "Did they live in the house with you?"

"The garden. We had a marble pond filled with orange box-minnows and tiny golden crabs, and the ducks swam out there. Father was always annoyed when they shed feathers all over the grounds."

"We always diapered Sefi. We didn't have anywhere to keep her but inside."

"She must've missed swimming."

I smiled. "She would join me in the bath."

yellow

I reached the wagon at the same time as Abursa. She nodded to me and turned to say something to the perfecta man. He pulled the tarpaulin off the wagon bed with a flourish.

A wooden donkey lay on its side in the wagon, its legs longer and more graceful than any real beast's, its ears feather-plumes, its eyes balls of swirling glass. Its torso shattered by some massive impact that had smashed wood and cut a hole as long as my arm.

I caught a glimpse of the exposed core, glowing a subdued ugly yellow, before the scent of the oracle ore hit me. I staggered forward, visions creeping in at the edge of my sight, and fell to my knees beside the wagon.

green

The door opened under the woman's unblemished hand. Holy Efra vanished into its darkness. Her attendants followed. I hung outside, like a moth floating in her wake. A fragrance filled the air. Oracle ore. I forced myself forward and followed Holy Efra in.

She sat on a low wooden couch, her boots folded under her thighs, the lamp on the wood next to her. The attendants stood to either side of her couch. The room had no windows, no skylight, no other doors. The walls were stacked with cedar boxes. They smelled like sap and earth. They smelled like ore. I wanted to stay forever.

Holy Efra leaned out and picked one up. The lid slid away under her fingers. The box was velvet-lined, and empty.

One of the men pulled a great chest from underneath her couch and slid it in front of her. It was metal, big and solid enough to be a casket. It took both men to lift the lid. It tipped off, and when it landed the stack of cedar boxes trembled. Powder, green and glowing and fine as flour, filled the casket to its brim. It lit the ceiling and the chins of the shaking attendants with a green aura. Holy Efra did not shake. She reached out and ran her fingers through it. Her eyes looked into the distance, like she could see through the wall. Like she could see me.

The ore smelled so strongly I felt as though someone had pulled me apart and rebuilt me out of the scent. It was heady, empowering, irresistible. I should have fallen into visions within visions. But I didn't.

blue

When I woke, I was upside down.

The blood rushed to my head, making my face throb. But only parts of it. My cheek pressed into the weave of a net, which left numb squares across my skin. I tried to lift my head, but my weight twisted my neck and jammed my skull against my shoulder. I couldn't move, not even to free the pinched hair that pulled at my scalp. From the way I swayed when I attempted to wriggle, and the breeze that stirred against my skin, I guessed that Amaz had strung me from a tree.

All I could see was a patch of cracked earth below me and a beetle crawling on a single dead plant stem. It was speckled blue, except for its long black legs.

indigo

Couldn't find it.

violet

Couldn't find it .

[azure-wolf-227]

Pony Tribes: Three Main Tribes

In this post, I will explain how the Three Main Pony Tribes (Unicorns, Pegasi. and Earth Ponies) are in my G4 reboot. Go to here for Alicorns.

Unicorns

Unicorns are usually slim and delicate with little physical strength as most usually solely rely on their magic. They can develop their physical strength with training, though.

All Unicorns have long, leonine tails and cloven hooves like those of a mountain goat. Unicorn ancestors lived in mountains and other rough environment so they developed cloven hooves to move about. This means that Unicorns are the best climbers out of all the tribes.

Both Purebred and Mixed-Tribe unicorns have leonine tails and cloven hooves as those are their defining race traits besides the horn. The tails of Mixed-tribe Unicorns tend to be shorter than those of Purebred Unicorns but that’s not always the case.

Ponies with Unicorn ancestry sometimes have leonine tails despite not being Unicorns.

Only Unicorns, Natural Born Alicorns, and Ascended Alicorns who where Unicorns have cloven hooves.

Unicorns vary in height with some being very tall while others are small. Most of Canterlot’s Unicorns are larger and taller compared to Unicorns from other places.

Unicorn horns are composed of an outer keratin capsule that covers a core from where the horn spire grows from. The keratin capsule grows past the inner core and contributes to the majority of the horn’s length. 

The keratin capsule is often filed to kept it looking neat but it must be done carefully to avoid damage that can affect spellcasting.

Longer horns are a sign of a strong spellcaster since they channel magic better.

A hard hit on the tip of their horn can disorient an Unicorn and make them dizzy.

Damage to the horn, either the keratin capsule or the core, disrupts the flow of magic and makes spells difficult to control.

While damage keratin capsules can heal in time, damage to the inner core is nearly impossible to heal unless someone has powerful healing magic.

Crossing/touching horns is primarily a sign of affection but it can also be used as a sign of confrontation and animosity depending on the context.

Unicorns can flare their magical aura as an intimidation display though it it considered to be rude in modern times unless the Unicorn is in danger.

Another form of intimidation is lowering their heads and ponting their horns at their target, as if they intend to run them through.

Unicorns gift beautiful things to the pony they are courting or their significant other, especially things that relate to their Special Talents or interests. 

Pegasi

Most Pegasi have slender yet strong bodies with an aerodynamic shape, especially skilled flyers. Physically, they are stronger than most Unicorns but not as strong as Earth Ponies, though they can increase their physical strength through training.

Their average height is similar to that of the average Unicorn, maybe a bit shorter. Those that are very tall or very short/small usually have mixed-heritage.

Pegasi’s fur is thicker than that of other Tribes as most of them live in high altitudes where the air is colder.

Pegasi have a coat of downy feathers on their shoulders, near the base of their wings. They also have fur-like feathers on their fetlocks and the back of their ears.

They have bird-like tail feathers directly above their equine tails. These tail feathers match the colors and patterns of their wings.

Pegasi have an innate resistance to lightning as they can channel the electric energy through their bodies. It can still harm them but it’s not fatal.

Pegasi fly by channeling their magic through their wings - specifically their feathers - to essentially self-levitate themselves. This means that wing-size has nothing to do with flight ability, thought larger wings in relation to their bodies channel magic better.

With training, Pegasi can use their innate weather magic in a more precise way like building up a static charge and shooting lightning without the need of a cloud. This is mostly used by the military like the Royal Guard or the Wonderbolts.

Most Pegasi have a taste for fish as their ancestors supplemented their diet by fishing before relying on Earth Ponies to grow food.

Pegasi usually have sharper eyesight than most ponies. Eye conditions are extremely rare.

Ponies with Pegasi ancestry can inherit their thicker coat; downy feathers on their shoulders; fur-like feathers on their fetlocks and behind the ears; and lightning resistance, as well as their eyesight and the taste for fish. Some also inherit the urge to fly through the sky despite not having wings.

Unicorns with Pegasi ancestry can inherit an affinity for weather magic.

Covering the wings in gunk or anything that sticks their feathers together can ground a Pegasus at it makes channeling flight magic difficult. Even freezing their wings works.

Pegasi have a habit of ‘nesting’; some do it to deal with stress but it’s most often seen when taking care of a sick or pregnant partner or foals. Pegasi that dwell on cloud-homes mostly use clouds as nesting material while ground-living Pegasi make use of blankets and pillows.

Pegasi spread their wings as far as they can to appear bigger as an intimidation display.

Pegasi gift their significant others their most beautiful feathers, with the primaries being considered the most significant.

Earth Ponies

Most Earth Ponies are larger and stronger than any other Tribe, as they usually work physically demanding jobs like farming. Even those that don’t have those jobs are still strong thanks to their inherent magic.

The average Earth Pony height is taller than any Unicorn or Pegasi, though there are exceptions, mostly due to non-Earth Pony ancestry.

With training, Earth Ponies can use their natural connection to the earth in more precise ways like manipulating plants or earth. This is mainly done by the military like the Royal Guard.

Ponies with Earth Pony ancestry can inherit their large bodies and physical strength with some also inheriting their nature-related talents.

Damages to their legs and hooves can interfere with their magic.

Earth Ponies rear up and stomp their front hooves as an intimidation display.

Earth Ponies tend to give the pony they fancy/their significant others hoof-made gifts. Farmers often go with saplings while rock farmers/miners go with pretty jewels.

[higuchimon]

[fanfic] Through Divine Eyes

They slept for a time after the Pharaoh departed for the afterlife. The cards that currently linked them to the mortal world no longer existed, but they remained Gods. They did not need cards to observe. The cards only made it easier to interact, and to stand beside their chosen when these modern battles needed to be joined.

None of them were certain how much time had passed since then, but slowly, ever so slowly, they became aware again. Power flowed through the world, subtle and hidden. Power that none of them hd seen or sensed since the dawn of the cosmos itself.

Obelisk tilted his head, focusing his attention on the source of that power. It took very little for him to be aware of it - and he was not surprised at all.

“The Light of Ruin,” he murmured, voice deep and rumbling. If he’d spoken in the human realm, it would have shaken the earth to its core.

Ra flicked a wing; he and the Light had never gotten along. Nor would they ever. It wasn’t possible. “What is it doing now?”

“Destroying.” Osiris snorted faintly, tail shifting against ground that existed only for them. “What else would you expect it to do?”

Ra’s feathers flickered again, gleaming bright as the sunlight. “I would expect the Gentle Darkness to keep it in check.”

“It will.” Obelisk pointed out. He peered into the human world. “Look. There it is.”

All three turned their gaze through the barriers that divided the dimension. Any of them could easily see the incarnations or vessels that the four high forces of creation and destruction, hope and justice, became or used. There they saw the current incarnation of Darkness - a boy of scant years, not even as old as the Pharaoh had been.

“The Gentle Darkness,” Osiris murmured, observing from all angles. “Where is their guardian?”

All of them cast about for a few moments, until Obelisk finally shook his head slowly. “Not there. There.” He gestured with one great hand and all attention now turned elsewhere.

“This isn’t good,” Osiris said after a few moments. “Why are they so far apart?”

Ra snarled, wings flicking faster and faster. “The Light of Ruin!” The great god hissed the words between their beak. “They’ve touched the guardian!”

Obelisk focused back on the guardian and winced. That was more true than he would have wanted it to be. He couldn’t be at all certain that the Gentle Darkness would find the guardian. What he could be certain was that the new incarnation would try. Those two belonged together in every lifetime.

He glanced once again towards the incarnation, as the boy raced headlong through the streets of a modern city. The boy gave off no indications that he knew his destined guardian from times long past had been taken by his mortal enemy - nor that said mortal enemy even existed.

How could he not know? Though - it might not be such a surprise that he didn’t. While the Gentle Darkness wasn’t human, when it took on human form, it became vulnerable to certain human issues. Those included not being able to remember details from one life to the next.

Very annoying, that had to be. Obelisk couldn't quite be certain what it might be like to not know who and what he was all times. But that was, perhaps, the peril of being human. It did give advantages on some levels, but with drawbacks as well.

Osiris arced his head and stared down once more, a deep purr rumbling in the depths of his throats. “Look,” he murmured, and the other two joined him in examining what was going on in the mortal realm.

The Gentle Darkness’s human incarnation dueled another human. Obelisk recalled that the reincarnation of the Pharaoh-Priest Set had built a school for duelists, with each of the areas named after one of them. He couldn’t help but be a little smug that the highest of those was named after him.

“I want him,” Osiris said at last. “I like him.”

“You’ve always liked him,” Ra pointed out. “But you want him in that - dorm of yours?”

Obelisk tilted his own head at that, mildly curious. “He’s more than talented enough to be in my dorm.”

“Maybe. But he doesn’t have his guardian and he is not suited for your dorm. It wouldn’t be good for him.” Osiris stared down to the mortal realm, tail sliding back and forth ever so slowly. “Remember what happened the last time he was pushed too hard?”

All three of them winced at the memory. It had happened thousands of years ago and many worlds away - the incarnate Darkness and the Light of Ruin fought one another in many different ways throughout the realms of existence. Not all of those battles went well for the Gentle Darkness.

“You may be right,” Ra finally agreed. “How do you intend to be certain that he joins your dorm?”

Osiris considered for several long moments, before he slid a bit of his awareness through the dimensions and brushed up against the one who governed the school. Not the reincarnate of the Phaaoh-Priest,but one he’d seen near the Gentle Darkness in other lives. Samejima, the name was, at least now.

He brushed his tail over Samejima’s head, influencing just the tiniest bit, enough to gain his desire. No matter what the results of that duel, the Gentle Darkness’s incarnation would end up in the Red dorm.

“What if he decides he wishes to change dorms?” Obelisk wondered. “That does happen on occasion.” They’d slept, but they were gods. Almost no effort at all was required to gain information about what they’d missed in the scant handful of years that had passed.

“That’s his decision,” Osiris declared, coiling back up onto himself. “But this is where he can begin.”

Ra grumbled a little but said nothing in opposition. Obelisk suspected that the Herald of Gentle Darkness would not worry about rising in ranks. Whether he knew it or not, he held the strongest connection to the spirits of his deck, and no human could ever beat that.

Time itself would tell the truth on that.

Now it would be time to go back to sleep. Matters could unfold without their interference or watchfulness, and usually did. Obelisk prepared to slide back into rest, when Ra’s shifting of claws and wings caught onto his attention.

“What is it?”

“They have one of those false cards of me still,” Ra muttered, staring somewhere in the mortal world. “Someone did something to it and I could feel it.”

That wasn’t surprising, not that a great deal could surprise any of them. Those false cards might not be the ones their spirits were linked to, but any representation of them provided a connection of some kind, no matter how weak. Even a weak connection could be strong enough to channel power through if need be. It had happened before, and Obelisk would not be surprised if it happened again.

A quick flick of his own attention revealed that there weren’t any copies of those cards for himself or Osiris. Exactly why they wanted a copy of Ra’s card Obelisk didn’t know. He’d never tried to understand how humans thought in the first place.

“If it bothers you that much, kill them,” he suggested, settling himself back down in comfort. Whatever dangers the world faced, it was the time of the Herald of Gentle Darkness to handle it. They had done their duty. Let him save the world this time around - it wouldn’t be the first time he’d done it. Nor would it likely be the last. Unfortunately so.

Ra ruffled his feathers and clicked his beak. “Not yet. I want to know what they’re trying to do - see if it’s a threat to all of us.”

That would be like humans. Always meddling into things that they didn’t understand and probably couldn’t control, and if they could control it, they probably shouldn’t and wouldn’t be able to for very long. At times Obelisk wondered why they’d even survived this long to begin with. It probably had something to do with having the blessings of various gods all over the world. By themselves, humans were far too likely to do things even he would prefer not to consider.

He waved one hand, getting comfortable again. “Do as you will. Let us know if there’s anything that we need to do.” Not that he thought there would be.

Obelisk did send a tiny tendril of awareness over the world, though. Other gods slept in other places - some having sent themselves to sleep, others having been bound by those who defeated them in ages past. So far as he could tell - and he was not a god who could see the future - they would all remain sleeping for now. Only the Herald moved about in the world, and the Light of Ruin.

Which wasn’t a God, but frequently considered itself such, and as such took on a host instead of investing in an Avatar, as the Gentle Darkness did. Obelisk had encountered it before and remained astounded by how ridiculous it was. Life always came back. That was what life did, in some form of another.

But again, that would be the Herald’s task to deal with. Obelisk wanted to go back to his nap. And so he did.

The End

Notes: Slowly - and I do mean slowly - getting caught up on GX Month. I’ll post at least twice a day, if not more, until I’m where I should be. Then it’ll be daily.

[queenofmoons67]

MDZS Characters: Cat Designs

Credit for one picrew goes to @felidform; credit for the other goes to @rustypaw. I did find the former one first, which is why most of the designs use that one; the latter one I sought out because Lan Qiren needed his beard, lol.

I had the time of my life making these, and then I realized I wanted to share them with the world. So here they are.

The designs are organized first by sect—Jiang, Jin, Nie, Lan, Wen—and then by generation—parents, Sunshot, juniors. IDs—which include notes about design choices!—are below each pic.

Jiang Fengmian: Gray shorthair with a wide dark gray stripe across his back. He has dark gray fur around his muzzle, with a short beard and light purple eyes. The scar on his chest equals his death blow. The background is a lake with dandelion seeds blowing on the wind.

Madam Yu: Light brown tabby with lightning stripes and a snaggletooth. She has dark brown fur over her purple eyes; cream fur on her nose and chest showcase her link to LanlingJin. She’s a shorthair with more severe cheeks than Jiang Fengmian, but she has longer fur in a mane around her neck. Her death blow matches her husband's. She stands on the same lakefront, but with rain and wind.

Jiang Cheng: Short-haired gray tabby with lightning stripes and severe cheeks. He has dark gray fur on his nose and jaw, frazzled whiskers, purple eyes, a snaggletooth, and a chest scar. His left paw, out of sight, is white to signify Zidian. His background matches his mother’s.

Jiang Yanli: Short-haired gray tabby, but her fur is longer than her brother’s—more like their dad than their mom—and her stripes are dappled. She has a darker chin like her brother and father, but the LanlingJin cream spot on her nose comes from her mother. She’s blushing, and stands in a field of flowers under a starry sky.

Wei Wuxian (original body): A long-haired black cat with gray eyes and curly whiskers, he sticks his tongue out. He stands in a shadowed forest, barely visible, with fireflies all around him. Out of sight, he has a bobtail, and not because of genetics; the loss of his tail and its fluffy white tip represents him losing his golden core.

Ouyang Zizhen: BalingOuyang is often seen as a subsidiary sect to YunmengJiang, so I placed him here. Like the Jiangs, Ouyang Zizhen is a gray tabby, but his stripes are the bold classic, instead of the Jiang mackerel / lightning, and brown instead of a darker gray. He has longer fur than they do, light indigo eyes, and stands among flowers on a lake.

Jin Guangshan: A medium-furred, yellow cat with red markings. He has rosettes on his body, a solid red underbelly that symbolizes him rolling over to Wen Ruohan, and red spots on his head for his vermilion mark. He has a scar on his lip (perhaps from Madam Jin clawing him after one too many remarks?) and is lazing about in an autumn forest with a piece of grass in his mouth. He has gold eyes and a half-oval shaped face.

Jin Zixuan: Shares many similarities with his dad, most notably his coloring, the rosettes (which, here, might look unmistakably like peacock feathers), and his body shape (again, the facial shape resembles a spread peacock tail here). Unlike his dad, his vermillion mark is in the form of a red stripe down his forehead—no spots—and he doesn’t have a red belly. His eyes are brown, not gold—but he does stand in the same autumn forest. He’s blushing, and carries leaves for Jiang Yanli.

Jin Guangyao: Resembles his brother and father in almost everything, from his coloring to the spots on his head. Instead of rosettes, though, he has spots on his body, too, and he has a neckerchief to represent his hat, with a scar peeking out. He stands in the same autumn forest and has a mouse (please pretend it’s dead and not a toy, lol).

Jin Ling: Has his father’s body shape, but his fur is light cream colored with gray rosettes. A red spot on his nose (the same location as his mother’s yellow spot) represents his vermilion mark. He has a snaggletooth and wears the same angry expression as Jiang Cheng. He stands under a starry sky like his mother, with his father’s autumn leaves in his fur.

Wei Wuxian (Mo Xuanyu): Has Wei Wuxian's black fur, with Jin Guangshan's red spots. He has Wei Wuxian's gray eyes, a blush on his cheeks, and his tongue sticking out. His nose is half pink, half gray, to symbolize Wei Wuxian living in Mo Xuanyu's body. The lightning shaped scar on his nose is from Jiang Cheng’s Zidian. He stands on a sunny open field, with dandelion seeds blowing on the wind and grass in his fur.

Nie Mingjue: BIG FURRY CAT. He has a huge, intimidating neck ruff. His fur is mostly dark gray, with tan and olive mixed in; he has a tan mustache, and both his canines poke out. There's a scar on his neck from being beheaded, and his eyes are both red and green, from being a fierce corpse. He stands on a snowy mountain top.

Nie Huaisang: Looks almost exactly like Nie Mingjue, except his fur is a little shorter / tidier. He has only a small tan spot below his nose, and both his eyes are green. A moth rests on his nose. He stands on a snowy mountain top.

Lan Qiren: A colorpoint cat, he's a long-haired white cat with gray on his face, ears, and a thin stripe along his spine. His dark blue eyes are heavy, his whiskers long, and the fur on his muzzle is turning white. He has a long gray beard and a blue bow around his neck. He stands in a mountain forest.

Lan Xichen: A short-haired colorpoint; he is mostly a light cream color, with blue fur on his face and ears. His eyes are wide and trusting, a blue scarf sits on his neck, and he stands in the Jin's autumn forest with fireflies.

Lan Wangji: Looks exactly like his brother, except he has white fur instead of light cream. His ears are back and he looks sullen, but there are hearts in his eyes and he stands in Wei Wuxian's shadowed forest. There's a scar on his back, a blue scarf on his neck, and dandelion seeds on the wind.

Lan Sizhui: A tri-colored cat; his base color is dark gray, his stomach is red, his chin is white, and his face is black. He has short-fur, but it's longer--almost spiky--on his cheeks. He wears a blue scarf on his neck, leaves in his fur, and stands on an open, sunny plain with fireflies.

Lan Jingyi: Has Lan Xichen's soft cream base fur, and a wide stripe of blue on his back. His face and ears are also blue; his fur is a little longer than the other Lans, and his whiskers wild. He's sticking his tongue out, wearing a blue scarf, has sparks in his teal eyes, and standing amongst grass on a wide open plain.

Wen Ruohan: A medium-furred, dark red cat with broad, black classic tabby stripes. There's a solid stripe of black down his nose, except for spots of red that look like a burning fire. Both his canines are showing, his eyes are red, and his fur sticks out along his muzzle. He stands in a shadowed, foggy forest, with leaves whisked away by the wind. A scar at the juncture of his neck and shoulder marks his death blow.

Wen Qing: In reverse of Wen Ruohan, Wen Qing and the DafanWens have a short, black fur base, with a red chest. Wen Qing also has a white belly, red on her chin and nose, and yellow eyes. She looks fierce, and mimicking her needles, both her canines are visible. She stands in a shadowed forest, but with light greenery around her.

Wen Ning: Mostly short gray fur, with a red chest. The back of his neck is black, and there are black stripes to signify his fierce corpse veins. He has white stripes like tears below his red eyes, and a death blow on his neck. He also stands in a shadowed forest with light greenery.

P.S. Cats don’t wear vermilion marks or forehead ribbons; I think I did ok with representing those, but please let me know if you’d rather I did something else.

[ofcommonrooms]

" angels would damn themselves for me "

( renée rapp, 19, cis woman, she&her ) hey, is that NARCISSA BLACK wandering the halls without a companion? the FIFTH YEAR is getting bold. and here I thought the SLYTHERIN was always more confident, intelligent, & protective. but then they are also known to be conceited, self-centered, & aloof, so maybe that makes sense. these hard times are enough to change anybody, I suppose. and did you hear people are saying they’re in THE KNIGHTS? rumors fly when people are cooped up.  here, I’ll show you — NARCISSA always reminded me of the glimmer of sun reflecting off a mirror, black patent stilettos, powder on the end of a brush, earl grey tea, vanilla beans, pressed flowers, a music box with a squeaky hinge charmed to be perfect, the scent of an old book, French music, Latin books, tulle skirts, starry nights, satin dresses, pressed flowers, a silver dagger hidden a garter belt and I’ve heard THAT VAPID PERSONALITY SHE WEARS SO WELL IS A FACADE. let’s hope the PUREBLOOD doesn’t get attacked by the beast. or let’s at least hope that rumor doesn’t get back to them before they do.

------ graphic credit | @sorberts [ HERE ]

CONTENT WARNING(S) FOR THIS SECTION: SNAKES

full name ;; narcissa irma black

age ;; 19

house ;; slytherin

boggart ;; narcissa would love to say that it was something almighty and selfless, but her boggart takes the shape of herself, in absolutely deplorable conditions. ratty hair, dirt on her nose, clothing in pieces. she's worked her entire life to cling to her family's fortune - nothing scared her more than losing it.

patronus ;; on the exceedingly rare occasion that she produces a Patronus, it takes the form of a snake.

favorite spell ;; Petrificus Totalus - a relatively consequence free way of getting the last word. Just petrify them! However, she's also a fan of passing notes in class using Aparecium.

amortentia ;; a field of daffodils, the air of the Amalfi Coast and Lucius' cologne 'the pasta her nanny made when she was a child.'

wand ;; 

—- wood ; elm wood | Elm wands prefer owners with presence, magical dexterity and a certain native dignity. Of all wand woods, elm, in my experience, produces the fewest accidents, the least foolish errors, and the most elegant charms and spells; these are sophisticated wands, capable of highly advanced magic in the right hands (which makes it highly desirable to those who espouse the pure blood philosophy).

—- core ; phoenix tail feather | This is one of the rarest core types. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn hair or dragon heartstring cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike.

—- length ; 10 inches

playlist ;; [ HERE ]

pinboard ;; [ HERE ]

Content Warnings for this Section: PARENTAL CONFLICT / ARRANGED MARRIAGE / SEXISM

It was cold the day Narcissa Irma Black was brought into the world. It seemed prophetic, almost, noting the icy heart the girl would grow to have. She came out quietly, without too many cries and even as the Healers washed her off gently she was soft. Soft in her appearance - surprising blonde hair which was a stark difference to that of her sisters and parents and cheeks that held a blush of their own and would for the years to come. Soft in her expression - equal parts afraid and curious at once. Soft in her noises - small baby coos passed her plump pink lips as the last of the blood was wiped off of her body. Upon the announcement that Druella Black had given birth to another girl, Cygnus chose to turn the other way, storming towards his office rather than in to meet his daughter. Yet Druella held Narcissa Black in her arms, staring at her with a plan sparkling behind her eyes. She could barely even open her own eyes by the time her mother was planning the future her little girl would have. Because power, overt and strong like that which Cygnus so desperately wanted, was important. But an understated power - the kind that came with being underestimated while simultaneously being placed on a pedestal - that was what the dark-haired woman saw when she looked into the soft eyes of her daughter. 

And that was exactly what Narcissa Black became. Molding herself into the strict and unbending expectations her mother had for her. She sat there while her hair was curled and allowed her outfits to be chosen for her. She curtsied and nodded as was deemed necessary and as her mother had predicted, the pedestal she built for her youngest daughter seemed as high as she'd hoped it would be. The problem with being held up so high is that there is a very long way to fall, and while the Pureblood society practically idolized the gorgeous girl, many were waiting for her to crumble. But there were many conversations between Druella and her prodigal daughter. Conversations where she continued drilling into her how good she was. How she was perfect and beautiful and that the world wasn't going to be ready for the powerhouse she could be beneath curled eyelashes and pretty pink polished nails.

As she entered Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat exclaimed "SLYTHERIN" before being placed on her head. And she knew, of course she knew that's where she'd be. Everyone in Hogwarts knew that's where she'd be. What they didn't know, what nobody knew, was the monster of a girl she hid behind her demure facade. The girl inside knew how much she was worth and she knew that if she used her strengths as well as her mother had taught her to she would be unstoppable. And her mother had taught her well. So well, in fact, that Cygnus Black himself stood impressed before his daughter at times, listening as she spoke clearly and concisely, reaching points with a kind of precision that was hard to find even in skilled politicians and socialites. Being the youngest daughter brought no extra praise from the man, but having the skills he would have valued in a son did earn at least a bit of his respect. So she tried and tried and kept trying. Her sisters, Bellatrix and Andromeda, were the two most important things in her life and the reason she tried so hard. It was the only way she could think of to protect the two of them, because if she met every standard Druella tried pushing on her, perhaps that would keep her from pushing those impossible pressures onto Narcissa's sisters. And maybe she wasn't strong in a lot of ways but she'd always been strong in that way, not only meeting but exceeding the dreams Druella had for her. 

It came as a surprise to no one when it was announced she would be marrying Lucius Malfoy. Since birth they'd known, honestly. The two beautiful well-mannered Purebloods whose children would be beautiful - why wouldn't they end up together? Why would she be able to make her own decisions when she never had before? But Narcissa had always given her all to the things she was told to do, following the rules she was given without a second thought. She never stopped to think of the impact it may have on her future, because of her mother told her to do it she would do it. So she abandoned the ideas of the fairytales she'd hidden beneath her floorboard as a child. Abandoned the idea that she might be the princess who gets her prince one day. After all, she told herself every morning as she slid her lip gloss on, she was already a princess. At least that's what everyone told her she was. 

O N E ;; In evenings of utmost desperation, Narcissa sometimes delves into her collection of Muggle fairytales. She hides them in a box beneath a blanket beneath a hex that hides it from sight, beneath her floorboards. She wasn't sure growing up whether she would ever have a happy ending, so filling that void with imaginary tales of Cinderella and Rapunzel made that an easier truth to swallow.

T W O ;; Narcissa can speak 6 different languages, and understand 10. Growing up, Druella instructed her that men don't like smart women, society will always underestimate you, let them, stand idly by in rooms where conversations are being held and listen, because they won't see you as enough of a threat or concern to hold their tongues. So, while she may consciously fail an answer or two in History of Magic, she has spent her entire life learning languages to eavesdrop on conversations that important people assumed her too daft to digest.

T H R E E ;; When things start to become harrowing, Narcissa studies Healing in secret. I've always imagined that the Malfoy Manor becomes somewhat of a safe house for the side of the Purebloods, and have a vivid image of one of the Knights of Walpurgis lying injured on one of their kitchen counters as Narcissa Heals them, due to her steadfast loyalty to her friends, and streak of protectiveness.

F O U R ;; Narcissa is incredibly skilled at Occlumency, and has been practicing since she was a First Year. While she's not as good at Legilimency, she's starting to study that. This HC is based off of the fact that on multiple occasions it's implied that her mind was unable to be breached by Voldemort.

F I V E ;; Narcissa has been a ballet dancer since she was young - another obligation Druella pushed her into (it's distinguished, Narcissa, it's impressive, it's something that wealthy families pride themselves on), but this was one that Narcissa dearly loved. After a particularly impressive recital, Druella gifted her a music box with a ballerina in it that's charmed to dance independently whenever the box is opened, and "sleeps" whenever the box is shut.

LUCIUS ;; The pair has been 'betrothed' since childhood. A match made in heaven for the couple's parents, surely. Growing up, the visual of her parents' marriage was loveless at best, so Narcissa braced herself for a future just the same. However, Narcissa nursed a schoolgirl crush on the boy as a child, unsure if it was genuine, or manifested out of wishful thinking. As time has gone by, Narcissa can confidently say - not due to any desperation to actually love the man she was set to marry - she'd fallen hard. Until Draco is born, he's the most important person in her life.

BELLATRIX & ANDROMEDA ;; Dynamics tbd !

BEST FRIEND ;; A close confidant, someone to paint her nails with in their dorm and gossip about other people until late into the night. She's very guarded, and likely wouldn't bare all of her qualms to this person, but she still feels closer to them than most.

PROTECTORS ;; I always imagine that some of the other Knights of Walpurgis are somewhat protective of Narcissa? When you earn her loyalty, it's truly undying, so if there are any Knights who want to be a little guard dog, please know you will also be receiving Very Mean Chihuahua Narcissa who's ready to pounce on anyone who wrongs you, as well (though sometimes that's exactly what gets her in these situations where she needs a little backup)

ARCH NEMESIS ;; Okay, maybe that's a little dramatic, but the pair bickers nonstop - this person probably bests Narcissa in just about every subject and might just hold that over her head, which causes Narcissa to steam because she's 'so much smarter than any of these stupid people even realize' - drama and pettiness ensures

[shadowealth]

To Be a Tender Flower is to Ruffle Feathers

I said something that slick ticked my mom

And she said I don’t know what it’s like to raise a rebellious child

While it was meant to be a jab

It was the most complimentary thing she could’ve ever said- making my recent reoccurring symbolic dreams of being set free even more touching

I’m no longer ashamed about being a wild heart with bold, untamable hair full of Fibonacci spiral coils of a number only god knows. I’m unashamed of my freedom fighting breasts that I don’t chain into bras, a full bush I let peek from my shorts because I forget to shave (and forget that it’s not normal, or just plain ol don’t have the energy to groom!). I’m done playing small, self censoring, and absorbing other people’s fears about the world. For as fearful as I am, at my core I know I’m not. I was not afraid when I high tailed my blk country ass to Hawaii in the middle of nowhere by myself. I’ve always taken a risk. I have always MAGNETIZED the most unique, one of a kind life enriching experiences when I moved to the sonar of my own soul.

I don’t vote. I’m apolitical because I don’t believe in polarity. I don’t date. I’m either in love or I’m not. I don’t go to church. My kick ass grandaddy ALWAYS SAID per my family’s words that church is in the HEART and I live it. I found god when I was skipping church, high off weed, sitting in the forest and watching autumn leaves fall- it’s that simple but seems insane to people who think god is human and requires begging and pleading.

and I don’t bow my head at witch accusations. I’ll be a witch, a devil, a demon, whatever label- because I know I’m not any of that shit.

I am a rebellious child. I reject all things that disconnect me from what I know to be true. I reject all things that aim to deter me from the path of responSIBYLity, maturation, creative impulse/flow/and cultivation, fun.

I’m unashamed about my mistakes. I’m unashamed that I’m dark in my humor, and unabashed in my toothy laughs. I’m finicky. I’m funny acting. I’m ornery. But in honesty I’m chill as fuck when I’m well fed, and well loved.

There’s nothing wrong with being me. There’s nothing wrong with being a woman with a mind of her own. It should be a high honor to have a daughter who doesn’t fit in with the majority of this crackhead ass world.

It should be a blessing to raise a rebellious child.

[cloud-ya]

little wings au update - wings designs for veliona & herrscher of flamescion

[mercurymilkshakes]

17. “You have until the count of three to remove your arms from my person, or so help me god.” and 19. “I am very young, very foolish, and very in love with you.” for Warren Worthington III please!!!

Fools | Warren Worthington III

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: warren worthington III x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): mild swearing

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: scott forces warren to wrap his head around his very obvious feelings for you.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): the request above, thank you for requesting! (Sorry it took literally forever)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.3k

There you were, walking gracefully through the hall with a bundle of books in your arms, laughing at something Kurt had said as the boy ambled next to you, flicking his tail and tapping it against your arm to emphasize whatever point he was arguably making. Your nose scrunched up, the chuckle escaping your lips was light and bewitching.

You looked radiant, and Warren felt pathetic.

He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so wrapped up in this stupid little school boy crush of his. His mouth felt dry, his feathers ruffled, the back of his neck felt fiery hot, and his heart was beating a million times a minute.

Warren was enthralled. The ‘head over heels, past the point of no return’ kind of in infatuated.

“Dude,” Scott called as he passed, slapping a hand down on Warren’s shoulder before pulling away and pointing at him. “You’re whipped.”

As if he needed a reminder.

“Piss off, Summers.” Warren scoffed, a distant pink dancing along his cheeks.

Scott turned back at this, clearly believing that missing his next class was a small price to pay for embarrassing Warren further- or at least, that’s what Warren believed. Really, the boy with burning eyes just wanted to help… and yeah, maybe make a joke or two- but who could blame him? It’s his core personality.

“Talk to them, Worthington.” Scott stressed, coming to stand next to the winged boy as they watched you get further and further away from them, disappearing down the hall with Kurt talking rapidly at your side.

Warren gazed after your retreating figure until he could no longer see you, finally focusing on Scott and glaring at his own ruby coloured reflection in Scott’s glasses.

“What’s the point?” Warren muttered, feeling the faint head rush of having you near, slowly leave his mind.

Scott spluttered, “‘What’s the point?’” He asked incredulously, “Is your head full of feathers, too? They like you too, idiot.”

“Shut up, Scott.”

“No- no this is ridiculous, I have to listen to Jean constantly ramble about how obsessed you are with each other- and I’d rather not hear about your love life when I’m trying to cultivate my own, thank you. All you gotta do is say more than two words to them, and you’re golden!’ Scott practically shouted, his voice echoing around the empty hallway.

“Scott, stop talking before I put your head through a wall.” Warren rolled his eyes, not wanting to dwell on the idea that you were possibly thinking of him too. He didn’t want to be let down by false hope. “Besides- I do talk to them-“

“You have to actually confess, big guy!” Scott insisted, wrapping his arms around Warren’s bicep as his voice gathered a mocking tone, “Then you can be all lovey-dovey with them, and ride- or fly- off into the sunset.” He pictured, comically raising a hand in front of them to emphasize his image.

Warren still wasn’t convinced.

“You have until the count of three to remove your hands from my person or so help me god.” The winged boy glared until Scott defensively backed away.

“Alright, alright. Just give it a try, they may surprise you.” Scott sighed, “I’m already late for class with professor wheelchair so I’ll catch you later, man”

“Try not to.” Warren snapped, his feathers rustling as he shouldered his wings around for Scott to walk past.

“Harsh.” Scott clicked his tongue, but otherwise left it alone, and instead took off down the hall, leaving Warren alone with his thoughts.

He couldn’t help but dot around the idea that— maybe you did like him. You had been the first person to show him any sort of good favour when he’d first moved in.

He knew his reputation, and had been slapped with a healthy dose of surprise that you seemed to look past that reputation with a dazzling smile that always had him wondering— was he really the institute’s resident ‘Angel’, or were you?

Warren sidled up next to a large window and lay his forehead on the glass, reminding himself that you weren’t nice to him because you liked him. You were just kind, regardless of a person’s nature. It’s one of the many things he loved and admired about you.

It was quiet as Warren closed his eyes and listened to the distant chirp of birds outside- allowing the ambiance to calm him, even just a bit.

Then, his eyes shot open and he pulled himself away from the window, wings beating against the wall subconsciously, pushing him back a good few feet as if the chill of the glass on his face had, in fact, burned him.

Love? Since when was it love that had shoved these uncomfortable, twitching butterflies in his stomach? When did it change from an innocent crush to something as drastic as love?

But the more Warren entertained the idea, the less he could argue against it.

He loved you.

He loved you, he loved you, he loved you.

Warren’s feathers pressed against the wall at his back, and his knees buckled as he held a hand to his eyes in frustration.

He could barely discuss having a crush on you- let alone being fully irreversibly in love with you.

Sitting in some random hallway of the institute, having had the wind knocked out of his wings- he felt even more pathetic than he had before.

Then, his heart fell further when he heard you call his name.

“Warren? Are you alright?”

He focused in on his surroundings and found that you had sat in front of him— and god knows how long you’d been waving a hand in front of his hazy eyes.

“Hey- hi- yeah, I’m fine!” He rushed, cheeks turning pink as he heaved a few breaths in.

This is ridiculous— he should not be this bent out of shape simply because you’re in his presence.

But then you laugh, and offer him a kind smile, and a, ‘You sure? You look high’.

“I’m not- why are you here, anyway?” Warren asked, his defensive voice coming off more ‘offensive’ than he meant it to.

“Is that a little ‘tude I’m hearing?” You joke, sitting down at his side, allowing one of his wings to just barely brush against your back.

Nevertheless, you answer his question, “I honestly thought Jean was gonna be here- she sent me some garbled mind-message about meeting her in the hallway across from the statue of some old guy.”

You point down the hall at a marble statue, standing poised and tranquil— and Warren laughs.

“There are like eight different hallways with ‘old-guy’ statues at the end of them, are you sure you have the right one?” Warren asks, trying to calm the nervous shake in his hands.

“She said it was also the hallway next to the physics class, so here I am.” You grin. “And instead of finding Jean, I found you in a crisis- so what’s up, Warren, you’re clearly not as ‘alright’ as you’d have me believe.”

You nod at his hands, and he cursed himself silently— wishing you hadn’t noticed the very obvious tremble.

Then your own hands took his, trying your best to soothe whatever fears were firing through them— and he was suddenly very thankful that you had noticed.

Warren thought to himself for a moment, and mulled over what Scott had said about confessing to you, and just getting it over with.

It then occurred to him— Scott and Jean were both assholes.

They set this up.

Warren groaned, going against his better judgment when he pulled his hands from yours and covered his face, mumbling through his palms.

“Well- I’m very young, very foolish, and…” Warren paused, letting his hands fall to his lap as he looked anywhere but at you.

“And?” You grin, expecting some silly final statement.

‘Screw it’, Warren thinks.

“And very in love with you.”

We’re back, baby, sorry this request took so long, we’ve been struggling with writers block and I myself have been very busy lately but we hope to start updating more smoothly in the future! -♠️

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Hey! I really like your writing and was wondering if you could do a request! If not its totally understandable. Could you do a fic where phill and techno find a pheonix hybrid reader (like with the wings and tail) passed out in the snow? I just think it'd be kinda cool, thanks for considering my request!

Ohoho, phoenixes are my favorite mythical bird to mess with! I hope you enjoy this, I had a lot of fun writing it :]

Paring: c!Philza + c!Technoblade x phoenix!Reader (Platonic!)

Rating: Fluffy with a little mention of death.

Summary: You passed out in the snow- What happens when an old man and an anarchist find you? 1.4k words

Cold. That was probably the most simple way you could describe the situation you were in. But it isn’t a simple cold. It’s a freezing wind that pierces your skin with ice and sends a chill down to your bones. You could feel it deep inside you, like a curse or illness. But it was just the freezing arctic winds. You should have been prepared for this situation, you knew it would happen, yet you let yourself wander this far. 

Snow swirled in your vision as the wind whipped against you, freezing and unrelenting. You shiver again and try to curl your wings closer to your body, but the joints where the fiery appendages meet your back ached. You had been flying for too long, and now you have had your wings stretched even longer. The melting heat that usually poured from the ends of your feathers was starting to feel lukewarm at best, and that told you clearly that time was running out.

The arctic just isn’t the place for a phoenix, as warm as their cores might be, the icy arctic can put them out in an instant. It’s unforgiving, it made you question how anyone could live out here. But you had heard the rumors of the two men that lived far away from the Greater DreamSMP, sheltered away in the far snowy tundra. But in your state of ever-growing drowsiness, you couldn’t recall their names. 

You sigh, a tired and heavy sigh, as you finally let your wings rest. The large limbs droop and you can see, at the very tips of your largest feathers, where your fire burns the hottest, your flame could no longer melt the snow under them. Your time had come, though a few days early. But you showed no fear of the process, one you experienced so many times before, as you let your body slump to its knees, before falling forward into the crunchy snow. 

‘I’ll wake up in a few hours.’ You thought to yourself, feeling the now cold wings pressing into your back. ‘Just a little nap for now.’

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“I just don’t see why I needed to come with you, Techno.” The blonde man huffs, pulling his heavy coat tighter to him. The snow had been picking up fast, the winds howling louder than the pack of wolves Technoblade had adopted. The piglin walking beside him was much less bundled up, the warm blood of his kind seeming enough to keep him warm through the oncoming blizzard.

Techno just snorts in response to his old friend, so unused to the snow, keeping his pace against the freezing wind. He had just been minding his business, brewing some potions when he swore he saw what he could only describe as ‘a column of white-hot fire’ sprout up from distance. It, quite frankly, scared the shit out of him. So, he grabbed Phil and dragged him out to investigate the strange occurrence.

After a few more moments of fighting the harsh weather, the two arrived at where the fire had come from. In its wake lie what was now a puddle, and scorched grass beneath that in the shape of a person. The two men glanced at each other before Techno stepped forward and reached out to touch the grass. Before he could, however, the spot of the grass that was once scorched burst into flames again, ash rising from wherever the fire touched. It swirled in the warm light, moving against the wind to take its shape. Despite how the wind roared the ash moved so calmly and in such a distinct way, forming the silhouette of a person. Of you. 

Once all the ash of your ‘death’ had clumped back into your form, burning red light filled the cracks and sealed the process. You felt your consciousness slip back into place, your memories, your being. You felt the heavy weight of your wings, the light flicking of your birdish tail, and the warm crackle of your fiery feathers.

And then you fell.

You had expected this, and yet as you tensed your muscles in preparation for impact, you found yourself getting caught by two separate pairs of hands. You open your eyes and blink, glancing at the two men now staring bewildered at you. Wait, there are other people here?

You gasp and scramble to push away from the two, but the older one- A blonde wearing a green bucket hat- Held tight onto your shoulder, holding you in place. He spoke, his voice was calming and warm, unexpectedly paternal. “Easy,” he breathed, using his other hand to steady you. “We aren’t gonna hurt you.”

You’re hesitant to comply, but carefully you steady yourself to your feet. You stare at the blonde man, his eyes heavy from many years of living. It surprised you a bit to see another immortal face to face. But as you looked closer you noticed the way the part of his robe that wasn’t torn refused to move with the wind, it hit you. An elytrian. 

You snap out of your thoughts as a gruff voice to your left draws your attention. You glance to see a large piglin standing there, his eyes still wide in shock. He was tall and broad and just standing near him made you feel small. You didn’t like feeling small. Out of instinct, your wings spread out. Not to full length, but enough to calm the anxious feeling of a prey animal being stared down by a predator. You feel the elytrian’s presence disappear from beside you. “What the- Mate, you’re on fire!” He exclaims, staring at the way your feathers spark and crackle like a fireplace. 

Yeah,” you laugh at the elytrian. Had he never seen a phoenix before? “That’s what phoenix wings do.” Your response doesn’t earn any laugh from the two, only more confused stares. The piglin is the first to speak up. “A… Phoenix?” The way he says the word makes you step back. This time the elytrian speaks up. “Aren’t phoenixes extinct?”

You stare at him, eyes wide. Had they really? Sure, it had been a while since you met another of your kind. Phoenixes were not social creatures, they preferred their seclusion and stuck to their own. You just assumed…

“No, clearly not.” You straighten your back and try to puff your wings. You wouldn’t let yourself be intimidated by the two hybrids. “I’m here, so we aren’t extinct.” 

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After you explain why you were in the arctic in the first place, you managed to earn the two’s names. Philza and Technoblade. You had recognized the two names, you heard stories about the two Anarchists from your friends in the Greater DreamSMP- How Techno had taken down L’manburg twice, and Phil helped him turn New L’manburg into L’manhole. You had admired those stories- Admired the bravery it took to stand up to corruption.

It was the remaining members of L’Manburg that drove you from your home in the Greater DreamSMP- With Tommy building his hotel near your home and being unable to find safety in Las Nevadas with Quackity, you wanted to find somewhere to go where you would be unbothered.

Though you must admit the life you found wasn’t what you expected. Phil allowed you to stay with them in the arctic, after much arguing from Technoblade. So you built yourself a home. You got to meet Ranboo formally- You had seen the ender wandering the Prime Path a few times, as well as near Snowchester. You weren’t too fond of him, but you learned to accept him. 

You finally were able to learn of what happened to your species. Techno had an astounding collection of books. His library was impressive, but he never allowed you inside. He claimed your wings made him too nervous, and that made you laugh. The worries made sense- You once set part of Phil’s house ablaze as he was teaching you how to brew potions. 

Techno had handed you a book with no title, its leather cover stamped with a fiery bird. The piglin watched you as you flipped through the pages- Phoenix hybrids had, in fact, been hunted to extinction a long time ago. You remained to be the only one and would be for the rest of your life. 

And somehow, this didn’t bother you. You found all you needed right here- even closure.

[jadequeen88]

RED AND THE WOLF

I’m a little late to the game, BUT here is my contribution the the Citrus Dome’s BNHA Fairytale!AU collab! Check out the other works here.

A/N: this was completed and uploaded on mobile, so please let me know of any typos! It’s also not beta read and I’m a little self conscious of the ending. But regardless, I hope you guys enjoy!

Half Giant!Kirishima x Wolf!Bakugo x fem!reader

2.3k words

TW: threesome, kidnapping, tied up, size kink, a tad bit of breeding kink.

ALL FICS I WROTE ARE 18+. MINORS DNI

You scoffed at the warnings from the villagers and your family. You put as much stock in them as you did all the other old wives’ tales you’d been fed growing up (read, not fuckin much). You’d never seen any giants or knew anyone who did. Neither did you know anyone who could say they encountered a fierce man who shifts into the form of a golden wolf… So, you concluded, there was absolutely no reason to pay attention to the ramblings of the old assholes grumbling out tall tales into their fourth or fifth mug of ale…. or to the old washerwomen by the stream angrily beating their undergarments on the flat stones, yelling out as you entered the dark canopy of the forest.

********

“Ei!”

“Hmmmmgghhnn, what? Why do you wake me this early?” The massive man rolled to the other side of their shared bed, trying to ignore the loud, booming voice of his partner, and failing.

“I found one. It’s gotta be her…” he shivered, the long, golden tail he kept even in his human form bristled out, “Just wait until you smell her, Ei.”

The half-giant sprung up from the soft pillows and warm furs of the bed. He knew that not many things got his wolf this worked up so he had no choice but to believe him. Grabbing a small, leather band, he tied back his long, vibrant red mane of hair and threw on his tall, worn leather boots.

“Lead me to her, Katsuki.”

********

You didn’t even hear a rustle of leaves to warn you of the massive man approaching you from behind. Two arms the size of tree trunks latched around your waist and your back was pulled against a fleshy, warm wall of pure muscle. When a golden wolf that looked more like a lion jumped out into the path ahead of you, licking his muzzle with a long, red tongue, your brain refused to process exactly what was happening.

A scream was caught in your throat as a cloth was pressed to your mouth. The hand that held it could easily cover your entire face and you shuddered at the thought of who could possibly have hands that large.

“Shh, my sweet,” you could feel the deep rumble of his voice as his chest pressed even harder into your back, “Sleep now…”

********

The sounds of a crackling fire and the feeling of warm, sweet-smelling furs surrounding you lull you back into a peaceful sleep… until you try to turn over and realize a silk band has your wrists tied to one of the massive posts of the bed you’re sleeping on. Panic quickly takes over when you remember the events that lead up to you being here.

Before you can do more than thrash a bit and whimper, a large presence looms over you blocking out the glow of the fireplace. You think you must be dreaming because no man could ever actually be this large.

He had to be a full seven feet tall and four feet wide across his muscled shoulders. Long, crimson hair like a lion’s mane surrounded his chiseled jawline and fell down his back. You noticed the sweet, spicy smell that enveloped you when buried in the furs was coming from him…

You know you should be more frightened than you were, but you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was. His deep red eyes were kind and his pointed canines that peeked out from his plush lips as he smiled sent a thrill down your spine instead of scaring you (like they should have).

“O-oh… umm,” your gaze faltered under his intense scrutiny, “Where am I?” you hesitated a moment, “Sir?”

Kirishima wanted to pounce on you right then… so small and soft and pretty… You were going to look so good round with his child… but he knew to be careful with you for now. This would be so, so much sweeter if he didn’t have to force you.

“You’re home now, little one,” he said confidently as if you should have already known that.

“B-but, I was… I was supposed to be selling-”

You were cut off as Kirishima knelt beside you and bent forward to stroke your cheek with one of his massive hands, “My precious one,” he hummed and you couldn’t help but feel safe, “Your life has much more purpose now. You’re ours.”

Wait…

Before you could finish the question, another body lept onto the bed, causing the mattress to shift under you violently. A warm face was buried into your neck, then, and the scratchy stubble along with wild sniffing from the person’s nose sent full-body chills all over you.

“Kats!” the man in front of you barked out, “Down! Now!”

The person assaulting your neck (Kats?) huffed in annoyance and pulled away from you to sit back on folded legs, glaring into the other man’s eyes.

“I’ve been waiting all fuckin day, Shitty Hair!” you noticed his canines were even longer and sharper than the other man’s, “How long r’we just gonna watch her sleep? I can smell her! She’s fertile NOW!”

Now you were thoroughly confused and panic crossed your features.

Kirishima sighed and drug a hand down his face as he groaned in frustration. So much for easing you into things…

“Hey,” the familiar hand that was stroking your face brushed your hair back from your forehead, “Let’s start with names. I’m Eijiro, but you can call me Ei or Red.”

“Or Shitty Hair,” the blonde snickered, pleased with himself for getting a jab in on his companion.

“No,” Eijiro growled, momentarily meeting the other man’s gaze with clear irritation, “Don’t listen to the overgrown puppy.”

Said “puppy” stiffened beside you and was about to lunge over you to tackle Kirishima when you reached out and put a hand on his bare chest. He gave you a confused look and cocked his head to the side. You had no clue what compelled you to touch him, but you know that your hand moved before your brain could stop it.

“Please,” you whispered, “D-don’t fight…”

Both of them visibly relaxed. A light thump-thump-thump was heard on the bed and you noticed not only did he have a tail, but you caused it to wag happily. This caused you to giggle lightly and raise your hand to scratch his unruly, blonde spikes. A small voice in the back of your head was telling you that you should NOT be this relaxed and you should NOT be okay with what was happening, but the sighs and whimpers you were pulling from his gorgeous throat dulled any sense of fear you’d had.

Kirishima cleared his throat and you stopped your scratching to give him your attention (much to Katsuki’s annoyance). “This,” he said, pushing the blonde back from your body slightly and moving closer to your side, “is Katsuki. Or Kats.”

“But you can just call me Daddy if ya want,” he whispered in your ear and you felt a long (a slightly too long) tongue trail up from your collarbone to your ear. You couldn’t stop the little whimper that left your lips.

Eijiro outright growled at that and stood up, grabbing Katsuki by the hair and lifting him to eye level. Both of them were staring daggers at each other, so wound up and jealous they couldn’t see straight.

“No, please!” you thrashed against your restraints, not wanting to be underneath the two giants if they clashed, “I-I don’t want you to fight!” large tears reached the surface of your glassy eyes and both men instantly started fawning over you. Kirishima unfastened your wrists and pulled you into his large lap. He cradled you into his chest as Katsuki nuzzled his cheek into your plush thigh. It wasn’t until then that you realized that you were in your thin underclothes, the sheer material exposing your thighs and barely covering your pebbling nipples. Being so exposed pressed between the two men made your heart flutter and caused a heat to bloom in your stomach that spread all over your body.

You shifted slightly, feeling awkward and unsure of how to deal with the new sensations coursing through your body… and they seemed to pick up on it. Katsuki brushed his mouth along the skin of your thigh, not quite kissing and not quite licking, just gentle, feather-light drags of his lips. Eijiro’s large, calloused fingers traced circles into the skin of your stomach, slowly pulling your thin undergarment up, giving Katsuki more skin to indulge in.

Your head rolled back onto Ejiro’s chest and he looked at you adoringly. “Have you ever lain with a man before, sweet lamb?” his hand spanned your entire midsection as he slid the thin fabric up to sit below your breasts. Katsuki growled and nipped at the exposed skin of your tender belly, soothing it over quickly with his warm tongue. When his eager mouth trailed below your belly button, Eijiro’s other hand grabbed a fist full of blonde hair for the second time. Katsuki looked murderous but didn’t say a word. He knew if he didn’t play nice, he’d end up having to watch his mate fuck you into their mattress as he stroked his cock.

“No… no, sir. I haven’t…”

He seemed to hum in approval at your response and you noticed a very large, very HARD bulge forming underneath you. You stiffened and for a moment, wondered if it would even be possible for that THING to fit inside your virgin cunt. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest.

“Don’t worry. We will prepare you so that it doesn’t hurt too badly.” as if on cue, Katsuki grabbed your thighs and slid you down the bed so his face was at your core. With very little warning, his tongue was eagerly lapping at your clothed slit. It felt nothing like the tentative swirls of your fingertips you’d indulge in occasionally in the dead of night tucked safely under your covers. This was foreign, electrifying, and slightly terrifying. Eijiro caressed your hardened nipples, circling your areolas gently, still not making direct contact with your skin. You were being shoved over the edge of an intense orgasm before you’d even been undressed. A tiny whimper was all the warning you gave before spilling over Katsuki’s tongue, the thin material of your panties doing nothing to hold back the copious amounts of come.

“Good, sweet girl,” Kirishima brushed the hair off your sweaty forehead. Katsuki whimpered into your throbbing core causing you to jerk involuntarily. He pulled your soaked underwear to the side, ripping it in the process. Your scolding was swallowed up by Kirishima’s hot tongue dancing against your parted lips.

“Don’t worry,” his gentle grip kept your chin turned toward his fiery gaze, “These won’t be needed for now.”

“Ei,” Katsuki whined and you could feel the thump thump thump of his tail thrashing against the bed, “C-can I please?” You noticed he had been dragging his leaking cock along the mattress and soaked through the linen trousers he wore.

“You’ve been greedy, hmm?” KIrishima wound his fingers into messy blonde tresses, “I haven’t even had a taste of our little plaything yet.”

Your stomach did flips as you watched Kirishima devour Katsuki’s lips. His tongue explored every inch of his lover’s mouth, savoring the taste of your release that coated the bottom half of Katsuki’s face.

Watching the two men get lost in each other’s touches reignited the fire in your core, your thighs clenching at the new feeling blossoming inside your body. They must have noticed your reaction, because with a side glance and a chuckle, Ejiro pulled you towards them without breaking the kiss he shared with Katsuki.

Without speaking, you seemed to know what was needed, your body moving on its own. You unfastened Eijiro’s trousers and gasped at just how massive he really was. You gulped before leaning down to gently kiss the angry, leaking head of his cock. You were rewarded with a sweet moan that Katsuki greedily swallowed up. You licked up and down, kissing every inch, getting drunk off the sweet sounds you pulled from the giant man.

Feeling left out, Katsuki quickly got your attention by grabbing your hand and stuffing it down his unfastened pants. You moaned around Eijiro’s member causing him to growl. His patience growing thin, he hauled you up to straddle his lap. His thick fingers dug into the meat of your ass and you felt a warm chest press against your back.

“Now,” the half-giant whispered into your ear, red locks falling around your neck, “Be our good pet and let us fill you up.” You whimpered, head rolling back onto Katsuki’s shoulder as a finger found your tender clit, pulling the hood back gently.

You were passed back and forth for what felt like hours. Katsuki mounting you from behind while you sucked Eijiro’s cock… Eijiro pressing you into the mattress, knees folded up by your ears… Katsuki between the two of you, Eijiro plowing into him and in turn making him fuck you twice as hard…

The three of you were utterly spent as you lay in the hot spring not far from your new home. You lay back on Kirishima’s large chest as Katsuki nuzzled into your soft cleavage. You took turns gently washing and praising each other. You’d never once felt this loved and cherished before.

As your hair was being braided by your crimson haired giant and your face peppered in kisses from your adoring lycanthrope lover… you thanked yourself for choosing to take the path less traveled.

[love4buckybarnes]

HERE IN BROOKLYN

Summary: Stuck for the night in Brooklyn, New York, Y/N meets a stranger at the bar. At first it seemed like a one night stand, but the more time they spend together, the harder it is to let go.

Bucky Barnes x Reader. SMUT WARNING-unprotected sex, oral receiving male&female, and steamy hot.

A/N: hope you enjoy this one. I had a pleasure to writing this one. My inbox is open for anonymous requests.

“This can’t be happening right now!” Y/N exclaimed at the woman behind the desk. “When will the next flight be?”

This was the cherry on top of one of the worst weeks of her life. Her asshole of a boss sent her on a work trip to Brooklyn, New York, in the middle of winter. She worked as a marketing agent for a sales business. Earlier morning on this day, she pitched her strategies to a potential client. It was important because this was the last opportunity to prove herself to her boss. Unfortunately, they rejected her ideas and upon hearing the bad news, she was fired on the spot over the phone. So, here she was at the airport only trying to get back home.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, there’s nothing I can do,” the check-in clerk apologized to calm the frantic woman the best she could. “Because of the oncoming storm, all flights have been canceled until further notice. We will post new flights once we feel it’s safe.” She turned her attention elsewhere to help another customer.

Y/N stood there for a minute, dumbfounded, before storming away. “This is bullshit,” she muttered under her breath.

White powder fell from the sky, covering the ground in a blanket of snow. Icy, bitter air nipped at any exposed skin. Y/N could see the fog of her frustrated breaths. She tightened the thick coat around her as the snow quickened its pace. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the cold. Everything felt like it was crashing down on her. Finally, after waiting in the freezing snowfall, the headlights of the cab appeared in the distance.

• • • • •

Bucky laid there on the couch in his living room, listening to the low hum of the TV. All he wanted was to get some much-needed sleep. Whenever his eyes closed, instead of darkness, he would see memories of his past fill his mind. He’s seen a therapist. Any progress he makes, the doubts that whispered in his head held him back. It wasn’t going to be that easy, he knew that. Nothing he could do can change or erase what he’s done.

Instead of some shut-eye he grabbed his coat, and he found himself wandering outside in the cold. He made his way to the local bar down the street.

Bucky took a sip of the bitter liquid that calmed his nerves. Even though he couldn’t get drunk, he still enjoyed the taste and the burn in his throat. With enhanced hearing, his ears picked up the faint sound of boots walking to where he was sitting. In the corner of his eyes, he watched the woman sit down next to him.

“3 shots please,” she requested to the bartender, voice distressed. She choked one down as soon as they have been set down in front of her.

His head cocked to the side to get a better look. Her beauty struck him. She was absolutely breathtaking. Bloodshot eyes met his briefly. He noted the puffiness around the fragile skin as if she had been crying.

Bucky couldn’t help himself. He leaned over, so she could hear him over the loud music and voices. “Rough night?”

The second shot glass was raised up and she paused, looking at him. “Could be better,” she replied dryly. The clear liquid passed her lips. She cringed at the taste in her mouth.

“Yeah, mine too.” He took another sip of his beer. “Are you from around here?”

She shook her head. “I’m here for a business, or was,” she explained. “My boss fired me today because I didn’t get the contract... I was supposed to fly back home tonight until they canceled the flight. So now I’m here.”

Bucky’s face scrunched up at what she said. “Yeah. You’re night is much worse than mine. I’m sorry. That definitely sucks.” He swiveled the stool around that he sat on to face her and stuck out his human arm. “I’m Bucky.”

She looked down at his hand, hesitant at first, before placing hers in his. “Y/N.” She shifted in her seat to get a better look at him, she recognized him. “Wait a second, you’re the Winter Soldier. I’ve watched you on the news.” Y/N found him attractive. The long dark hair she’s seen him with on TV was cut short, and he had the most striking blue eyes she had ever seen.

Not being used to people recognizing him, he looked away. He was mostly afraid they would judge him for the bad things he did, instead of the good. “Which side of me have you seen?”

Y/N frowned at this. “Both. I like the good Bucky.” She drank down the last shot.

Bucky went to say something else but tensed up when her arm reached out, a hand grabbing on to his. Normally, he would freak out whenever someone touched him out of nowhere. That was then, so he relaxed.

She tugged on him. “We should go dance. This is my favorite song.”

At first, he stalled, staying in his seat. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. I don’t really dance.”

Y/N ignored his protests and continued to drag him on to the dance floor. She stumbled on her own feet, feeling fuzzy from the alcohol.

Bucky was a bit uncertain, but he followed her anyway. She swayed her hips to the beat with a grin on her face. He stood there, not knowing what to do, nor did he have any intentions to join her. That was until a pair of arms wrapped around his neck. On instinct, he placed his hands on her waist. He decided he needed to loosen up and live a little, mimicking her movements.

Y/N had a boost of confidence from the booze running through her veins. She pushed herself up on to her tippy-toes and pressed her lips on to his.

For a second he was frozen in shock. A rush of something unexplainable came over him, telling him to kiss her back. His palms moved to each side of her face as the kiss deepened. “Want to get out of here?” he asked against her lips. Y/N nodded, and that’s all it took for Bucky to lead her back out into the cold.

• • • • •

As soon as they made it inside of his apartment, she was against the wall, Bucky hot on her tail. Their mouths locked in an intense kiss. Bucky kicked the door closed with his foot as he moved his mouth roughly against hers. His human-hand was placed at the small of her back, guiding her hips to brush against him. Y/N panted for breath when he tore away to pepper her exposed neck with kisses, her head lolling to the side to give him better access.

Bucky had a sudden sense of nerves, causing him to pause his pursuit. “To be honest, I haven’t done this in a long time.” The words he spoke came out in shaky whispers.

She looked at him in a dazed way, her eyes filled with lust. “Do you want to stop?”

To answer her question, Bucky kissed her again. His tongue that wove into her accepting mouth found hers, and they danced together. He hoisted her up by her thighs, her legs wounding themselves around him. By the time they reached his bedroom, most of Y/N’s clothes were thrown every which way, leaving her in only her bra and underwear. Bucky’s mouth made a trail from her lips to her neck. His lips traveled further down to find the curve of one of her breasts. With ease, he popped the clasp of the undergarment and tossed it behind him. Y/N arches at the warmth of his tongue flicking against her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth. Teeth grazed the swollen bud while his hand massaged the other.

“You’re overdressed,” she said, breaking the silence. She gripped the bottom of his shirt. He lifted his arms to assist her.

For a second Bucky’s insecurities got to him and closed his eyes tight, scared of what she’ll think of his metal arm. But all his fears washed away when she didn’t even acknowledge it, pulling him closer towards her. Y/N’s hand found the zipper to his jeans and he kicked them off, his briefs following in the same direction.

He hooked his hands, one on her hip and one on her thigh. Before she knew it, she felt the dip of the bed under her weight as she sunk into the sheets. Their bodies pressed ever so close together, skin to skin. Lips locked, his fingers lacing into her hair. Once again, he let his lips wonder her body until they reached the spot where she wanted to feel them the most.

Hot breath brushed against her clothed core. A cool sensation ran along her slit. Without a warning, her thong was torn off. Light feather kisses littered the inside of her thighs.

A breathy moan seeped out when she finally felt his wet mouth encase her pussy. He suckled on the bundle of nerves. The flat of his tongue licked up in a slow motion. He wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer. The cold feeling came back. She shivered in response as it pressed its way into her entrance. She twitched and writhed under his touch.

Tension rose inside her as she was reaching her peak. At the sound of her moans and motions of her squirming, the movements of his tongue on her clit quickened its pace. His metal fingers moved in a rhythmic motion inside her. She screamed out his name. Her orgasm washed into his mouth, and he sucked her clean.

Bucky crawled back up and kissed her, the taste of herself on his lips exciting her. She flipped them over, wanting to return the favor. Without wasting time, she took his rather large length in her mouth. Tongue flicked and circled around the head.

“Shit baby. That feels incredible,” he said through gritted teeth. His hands found themself tangled into her hair.

She bobbed up and down, massaging his balls. He quivered at the sensations he was feeling. Before he could let go just yet, he pulled her up and was back on top, his knee spreading her legs apart.

They shuddered in unison when the tip of his groin brushed against her entrance. Not being able to contain it any longer, he shoved the rest of his dick all the way inside as far as it could go. He groaned in pleasure at her wetness.

Bucky went slowly at first. He wanted to avoid hurting her, but she urged him to speed up. Her nails dug into his shoulders, crying in ecstasy. His breath fanned over the side of her face and bare skin.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he growled out in a hungry tone. He pounded in to her in fierce strokes. She felt extraordinary against him.

“Me too,” she moaned out, her eyes rolling back.

They both let out a series of almost animalistic moans, the rush of their release sending them into complete bliss. Bucky collapsed on top of her, propping himself up so he doesn’t crush her. He rolled to one side of the bed. Y/N followed him, her arm and leg slung over his torso. Bucky pressed a kiss to her temple, wrapping his arms around her too. The two laid there breathless, like they had the wind knocked out of them.

• • • • •

“Careful, it’s hot,” Bucky warned her, handing her a mug of steaming hot tea. He took a seat next to her on the couch with a cup for himself.

“Thanks.” She sighed at the warmth the mug gave off to her hands, the heat soothing her insides. They were fully dressed and shared a large blanket that bundled around them.

The rest of the night was spent sat on the couch together, talking and getting to know each other. Y/N spoke about small bits of her life, and he told her some things he remembered before he became the Winter Soldier, back when Captain America was his best friend. Soon enough, they both drifted off to sleep against each other. And for once, rather than nightmares, Bucky had pleasant dreams.

The weather cleared up the next day. Bucky and Y/N spent most of it wondering around Brooklyn. He showed her around to some of his favorite places.

Bucky quickly grew fond of Y/N. He felt at ease around her, which is something that he hasn’t experienced in a long time. Was it crazy to say it is love at first sight? The things he was feeling, he wished it would never go away. Everything about her made him crave and want more. The little quirks she did like her laugh and the way her eyes crinkled. And when she got shy, she would play with her hair. Y/N’s presence enticed him. The usual worries, the negative thoughts, and all else that beat at Bucky daily went away.

Y/N sensed it too. She saddened more when the day went by. Being around Bucky, she felt light on air as if she was floating and like she was on Cloud 9. There was something in her that was begging her to stay. It told her not to board that flight and go home. But she was afraid of being vulnerable so fast. She was also not used to change.

Later on, they found themselves at a park. Both sat down on a bench, watching families play on the snow and people all around them.

Bucky turned to her. Those steel-blue eyes that were starting to tug on the strings of her heart held sadness. “Do you really have to go?” he asked, his voice gloomy.

Y/N thought for a moment. She almost wanted to say no. “I should get back home.”

“Or you could stay,” he pushed. “You’d like it here and would be happier here. It’s New York. There are opportunities here, you could find a better job, and there’s me.”

Something rubbed her the wrong way. She stood up, whirling around to face him. “You only met me last night, and you already think you know what’s best for me?”

He was taken aback at her outburst. His hands went up in a defensive stance. “No, not at all,” he said quickly. “I’m sorry that you thought that. I just don’t want this to end.”

“You’re just being selfish. I’m sure there’s plenty of girls that you could pick up at the bar that I’m sure would be happy to have sex with you,” Y/N snapped out. Her own words surprised her. As soon as they left her mouth, she regretted them.

Bucky was confused at her words. “You assume that I picked you up at the bar just for sex? Is that what you think all of this was? And hey by the way, you’re the one who came on to me.”

Y/N jabbed at his chest. “Yeah, well, I was upset and had a bit to drink. I didn’t think it would go any further than this.” She wasn’t even upset at him. She honestly didn’t know why she was mad. Maybe it was the fact that .

The commotion stirred attention from a couple of bystanders as they watched the scene unfold.

“I’m not just some guy that uses girls. That’s not me at all,” he retorted back, standing up too.

Y/N became distraught and emotional. Her eyes watered with fresh tears. “It shouldn’t have gone further than it has. I’m supposed to move here all because you got caught in your feelings? Well, I did too. We have to say goodbye.”

“But it doesn’t have to end now. I feel something for once in the longest time.” Bucky felt his stomach turn. His fists balled at his side, clenching and unclenched.

“I’m sorry, Bucky,” she croaked out. “I can’t stay. I can’t change everything suddenly for you when we just met.” She turned on her heels and ran off, hurrying down the park. She waved down a nearby taxi.

Bucky just stood there watching what could be the start of his life drive away. The cab disappeared, and his head lowered. He felt stupid. He knew he was in the wrong. She had every right to feel and think like she did. At first, he thought about just forgetting it and going home. But he didn’t. He couldn’t let it go. “Fuck!” he blurted out loudly, scaring the surrounding individuals. He raced down the street and flagged down a taxi as well.

Y/N grabbed her stuff from the conveyor belt. She got there just in time. The plane that will take her home had just landed. Her mind was swirling with many emotions. She felt the guilt eat away at her for being mad at Bucky. She couldn’t blame him. He had been through so much. All he wanted was something good for once. She also wanted it so badly too. But her life isn’t here. She wasn’t about to put it on hold.

Before she could make another step forward, she felt a cold touch on her shoulder. Y/N recognized it as the metal arm that belonged to Bucky. He spun her around. She went to speak, but lost her train of thought when a pair of lips came crashing down on hers.

A few seconds into the kiss, Bucky pulled away. He placed his hands on either side of her face, forcing her to look at him. His eyes said everything. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, doll,” he whispered. “It wasn’t my intention to make you feel like you had to change your life. You’re right. I was being selfish. I just, I felt different around you. For once, when I’m around you I was at peace. All the worries and darkness that I have, is pushed aside. It felt so good to have a sense of freedom from the constant battle I have everyday. I didn’t want to lose that.”

Tears fell from Y/N’s eyes at his confession. His thumbs quickly swept them away. “I’m sorry too, for getting mad at you. I let my emotions and doubts get to me. I know you’ve been through a lot. I’m so grateful that I make you feel that way.”

He kissed her again, this time it was soft and full of promises. “You’ll come back, right?” he asked, hopeful.

Y/N smiled, nodding. “Yes. Yes, of course I will, Bucky. I promise.”

They shared one last kiss. It wasn’t a goodbye. It meant see you soon.

Y/N kept that promise.

• • • • •

She leaned against the window, looking out. The plane has just landed. Y/N gleamed with happiness and excitement. She couldn’t help the smile that lit up her face.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to JFK Airport. It is 7:43 pm and 60 degrees out.’

Her happy thoughts drowned out the rest of what the captain was saying. It was the end of March. The snow has melted away. Here she was, back in New York.

Bucky sat at the bar, beer in hand. His mind wandered with delight. He couldn’t stop thinking about it all day today and yesterday. Mid-sip, his extraordinary hearing, his ears perked up at the sound of heels approaching him.

“Rough night?”

His lips curved up in a grin. That voice was something he was impatiently waiting to hear again. Setting the bottle down, he swung around. There she was. The woman who has not left his mind ever since they met stood right in front of him.

“Actually, my night just became even better,” he spoke. The grin on his face broke out into the dorkiest smile.

Y/N’s matched his. “I have some good news to share.”

He arched his brow in response.

She sat down on the stool next to him. “I got an internship,” she began to say. “And if they like me enough, a permanent job. Here in New York to be exact.”

Bucky’s heart swelled, as if it was going to burst out of his chest. He reached over and kissed her. Oh, how much he missed those addicting lips. He pulled away. “That is wonderful. I’m so happy for you. Congratulations, Doll.”

“The good thing is that the people I’m working with I’ve personally worked with in the past,” she said. “So it’s almost a guarantee.”

“Well, we need to celebrate. How about I take you on a proper date?”

Y/N’s heart soared. “I can’t say no to that.”

This was the beginning of a new start for both of them, together.

[solomonish]

My Personal Simeon Fall AU Headcanons

These are within the same realm of this fic - and it is intended as a Simeon x MC universe! These HCs will focus on his time in the Devildom rather than why he fell, but maybe that information will come eventually...

*some things regarding this war I keep mentioning may not be entirely clear - still working on that! However, I’ll try not to put out too much contradicting information, hehe!

WARNING: some angst, brief mention/implication of torture. forcibly removed memories.

First Days

He came to the devildom in a blaze, much like the brothers did, hurtling down like a shooting star. At the core, encasing him as his wings charred to soot, was a brilliant light blue, rimmed by a dazzling white and platinum gold. At his impact site, parts of the dirt and stone have crystallized in the same colors. The site is still roped off for investigation.

He fell, acting as a white flag for both sides to signal the end of a war very few people knew was raging. The impact sent the last of his holy energy into the surrounding area, and demons near the sight complained of itching and general irritation for weeks after.

The only people at the site who looked into his eyes when he struggled to get up were you, Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer, and Solomon. A few curious Devildom citizens were scattered about, too, but Diavolo's authoritative vibe kept them too far to see anything.

Diavolo and Barbtos kept him in one room in the castle as he adjusted to the sudden demonic energy inside him and learned to contain his wrath. You were allowed to see him, but only if supervised by Barbatos or Diavolo in case Simeon tried to hurt you.

He was despondent most of the time, sitting curled up and stiff in the middle of the bed that looked untouched. He spent days without sleep, simmering with rage. You never found out if he bottled it up or if he destroyed the room but Barbatos put it back together before you appeared.

(You might not ever learn that some of the methods Diavolo and Barbatos used to bring his memories back were...extreme. They had no intentions of torture or pain, but they desperately wanted to get to them if they could. That’s where his anger was used up - as he screamed out in agony, either from the extraction method or the feeling of having lost everything yet not quite grasping what that meant.)

Satan suggested books and sent some of his personal collection that helped him gather himself when he was created. Diavolo and Barbatos tried to jog his memories, both for personal reasons and to get information on the Celestial realm, but that was exactly why they were gone. His memories had been magically extracted, but haste made him forget most everything instead of just sensitive information regarding the realm.

Eventually, he was free to roam the garden and some hallways, and when Diavolo and Barbatos concluded that regaining his memories was impossible, he was housed.

Power & Standing

He was a powerful angel, so he is a powerful demon, yet not quite as powerful as the brothers.

Simeon, for the majority of the war, was fighting on the side of the Celestial Realm, so he's generally disliked among the citizens of the Devildom. Our cast are all weary around him for multiple reasons - aside from Satan, Beel, Solomon, and MC (obviously).

He isn't an official member of any student council or governing body, nor does he really have a final say in anything, but he does frequently act as an advisor of sorts. He tends to work with Barbatos on that front, discussing in the background anything that might need discussed or worked on separate from the brothers.

Simeon is a wrath demon, though the change in his temper is hardly noticeable at first. He resembles Lucifer in how strict he is, mostly when he is in charge of something, and his anger that releases when he isn't listened to mimics Satan's.

If they are near each other and angry about the same thing, Satan and Simeon can actually feed off of the other's anger and boost their power. Satan does NOT need the boost, but you bet he brings chaos and destruction tenfold is he has it. For Simeon, though, it practically puts him on par with some of the brothers, if only for a short while.

Socially, he is generally ignored, and nobody runs away from him if he initiates conversation - but he doesn't. Simeon turns into a bit of a loner, a large chunk of his personality and memories gone and replaced with anger.

He's still learning how to deal with it.

His demon form consists of black deer-like antlers (not small but just small enough to avoid being entirely cumbersome) and long wings with bone-tipped feathers. His wings are almost always folded against his back and hanging low, the dangling feathers reminiscent of his angelic cloak with the golden charms. He does have a little black deer tail but doesn't like it being commented on.

(Don't worry about aerodynamics or which animal he represents, it's a magical universe its fine uwu)

General Information

He lives in modest home on the outskirts of the Devildom, somewhat close to the castle in case there's some type of emergency that needs to be taken care of but not so close he gets a super nice house and causes some social uproar. He has a small yard and a garden he tends to meticulously.

I imagine the house as a sort of townhouse (although not a for real townhouse because its it's own thing), two stories tall. The downstairs has a small living room, kitchen and bathroom while the entire upstairs is an open bedroom/office type deal. It gives off a gothic cottage type of vibe. No idea if this is helpful so maybe one day I'll build it in the sims.

He keeps his house tidy but has many bookshelves filled with equal parts books and knickknacks.

As stated before, he is a wrath demon, and because of his memories being almost entirely erased, he had a similar fall and adjustment period as Satan. Also, as a writer, he has an intrinsic appreciation for books. He and Satan get along the most out of all the brothers - the fact that Lucifer has mixed (mostly negative)(?) feelings about Simeon makes the deal sweeter for Satan.

Beel doesn’t dislike him, and while he doesn’t trust Simeon yet he’s willing to see if Simeon is on their side now considering none of his family got hurt. Solomon still trusts him though, but he does get a little downtrodden when he has memories that Simeon doesn’t.

When angry, Simeon smiles sweetly but his voice turns dead cold. Whereas Satan goes feral and seeks destruction like a bomb, Simeon feels more like a sniper rifle that needs careful aim and precision with just as devastating consequences. Shouting and immediate carnage are rare and only come after a severe transgression.

Otherwise, Simeon allows himself to be more playful than before. He doesn’t exactly have snide remarks, but he is an expert at stating the truth in a way that feels like a blade cutting through your confidence.

In true "flaunt what ya got without really making it seem purposeful" Simeon fashion, he wears button-down shirts that are almost entirely unbuttoned. They are always patterned and funky, and he wears them tucked into black pants. I'm thinking something like this (he also has patterns that are more "groovy" than vacation)

Will also occasionally sport a deep v like this

He still acts just as naive and confused if you bring up how exposed he is to him, so its best just to suffer in silence.

When making a pact with MC, he makes sure the mark covers a scar he left and doesn't remember from the war on your shoulder. It feels like a longer-lasting apology.

He still calls you "little lamb," but instead of smiling gently at you like a loving shepherd, his smiles look like a predator baring his fangs at his prey. In a sweet way. In a hot way.

What Does He Remember?

At first, nothing. Demonic instinct claws at him and he lashes out at everyone and everything.

He is still a nightmare with technology. Nobody knows if this is residual from how he was before, a result of his memories being taken, or just a trick.

Occasionally, he’ll remember an inside joke, but only halfway. You’ll say something you don’t realize is from before, and he’ll laugh, almost like an impulse. But then his laugh trails off and he gets contemplative, wondering what, exactly, was so funny about it.

The brightness of the Celestial Realm is hard to forget. The rainbow framing the palace and vast fields appear in dreams. He never remembers anything ‘important,’ but it’s enough to remind him that he was discarded.

The Celestial War hasn’t gone away, not in its entirety. There are certain things like battle strategies that he can’t for the life of him conjure up in his mind, but he remembers the bulk of it. It helps him realize why some of the brothers were/are so aloof towards him - nothing was ever as simple as he thought it once to be. Fighting a losing battle isn’t a choice you make when its for love - its simply the only path available.

(Apologies are so, so hard to dish out when you can’t remember most of your transgressions, though.)

He remembers Luke and will worry himself to inconsolable tears at night just thinking about him. Those thrown away don’t get the privilege of knowing what happens to their friends - and even if he did, Simeon wouldn't be so stupid as to put a target on Luke's back by proving that he was still important to him.

But he can only remember Luke's terrified, teary eyes when he realized Simeon was going to turn on the Celestial Realm in the middle of a war, and how he pleaded with Simeon not to. Luke asked what he would do all by himself, and Simeon hopes to his Father for only one thing - that he figured it out.

This is his sore spot. Nobody is allowed to be privy to these thoughts, not even you. But some days he comes to RAD looking worse for wear and you KNOW something is bothering him. He'll just never tell you what.

[hosierydarling]

Light as a Feather

Darkness. Darkness that breathed. The ever present blackness stuttering with the anxious and ragged exhalation of breath. Panting, soft frightened and chopped by brief choked whimpers. The spotlight slashes through the darkness and we see the girl. She is bound, suspended; in a room not too much bigger than she is. The walls all padded in leather the color of blood. The girls arms have been drawn behind her, shackled into cuffs on the back wall about five feet from the floor. Around her neck is a thick collar tethering her to the ceiling. Her body has been scooped up, legs together, and ankles also shackled by further suspension wires. Her eyes are sightless, closed by a padded blind also the color of blood and fringed with black lace. Beyond the blindfold there is not a stitch upon her. The exhalation softened whimpers come from her lips, from her throat, the cord of tendons disappearing under the collars as she suspends tense in her bonds. Her chest rising and falling in anxiety and fear. Her pale flesh is prickled sharply in anticipation; awaiting the unexpected. She was alone. No one was attending her. Her leg cramped. Her foot giving an involuntary twitch allowing the wires holding her to rattle softly like cabling. Her head tilts as the sound echoes in the tiny room. Fear gripped her. The combination of waiting and the knowledge of the devious mind of her captor instilling in her a spine ramming pulse of dread. It mattered little that she trusted her captor more than anything imaginable. Such surprises were her captor’s forte and they were always devised for the purpose of keeping her in that state of awe and instinctual dread. She cocked her head as she heard the briefest of soft electronic beeps, almost like the sound test doctor’s put one through to examine one’s quality of hearing. After this beep, there was the gentle whine of a motor. She could not tell exactly where the sound was coming from. Sounds were dulled by the rooms padding. All of a sudden she felt the lightest brush of material in a circular swish against the left side of her torso; just faintly against her bottom-most rib. Regardless, of the supreme lightness of this touching motion, it was like a toggle switch had moved to “ON”. The girl thrashed and howled. Legs kicking out and fiercely jarring the whole apparatus that tethered her in the air. After mere moments the tickling ended, but it took a good while longer for the girl to calm. Gulping down air as if she had been deprived, fingers and legs twitching as if to itch that offended spot, or to clutch at her heaving sides. The rattle of the cabling kept her on edge, every movement wracking the different wired tethers. She was almost completely back at her still point when another whir brought about the soft circular touches upon the arch of her feet, and again she began to thrash without control, Her body bucking within its harness wildly, her laughter beautifully delightful and tinged with fright, bouncing off the walls. She bucked and jarred and finally gave one hard kick that managed to dislodge whatever was attacking her feet and end this round of the torment. She panted breathlessly. Her body shivering as it succumbed to this tickling idea motivated by her captor. She could only imagine what might come next. The fear left her unable to calm. Shivering and jittery within her restraints. Flesh prickled, nipples tight and her core fluttering in agitation. Her toes instinctively curled imagining some further plight in this region. She felt the tickling apparatus break under the onslaught of her foot. This was not some person standing there with feathers abound. She was bound before some dispassionate machine. The metal and plastic had jarred from her kick. She turned her sightless eyes to and fro, fearful of what the controller of this machine would do next. Minutes passed, pulse pounded. Her head turned frantically back and forth shivering in wait. Straining to hear the telltale whir of motors in motion that would signal the next device of torture. But, she could hear nothing, nothing but the exasperated out of control bursts of her breathing. For a moment she felt eyes on her, and she knew that this was not an out of the ordinary sensation. She knew her captor must be watching; enjoying every uncomfortable moment of her charges apprehension. But, she could see nothing. She cleared her mind of all this detritus of thought and focused on hearing. She wanted to be ready for the next round regardless of whether she could stop it. She could at least prepare for the sensation. More time passed. She figured she had been waiting for almost a quarter of an hour. Perhaps, knowing just how fiendishly sensitive her body was to the torment of tickling, her captor was not going to subject her to much of it. After all, she might leave a mess to be cleaned up if subjected to an overabundance of the wicked feather touches. It was during this train of thought that she almost missed the third whir of motors. She could almost envision the mechanical arm sliding into place just millimeters from her flesh as if taking pause and regarding her before applying its torture. She shrieked as the teency tines pricked her spine; starting at the nape of neck and travelling downwards over her tail bone. Her body arching deeply . She, trying her damndest not to buck and put pressure on those sharp spines, gritting her teeth and setting about to keep still despite the singing of her nerves. No sooner had the wheel run its course to her ass, then two more sets of tines ran slowly up her feet from heel to toes; and two further sets of tines ran in a circle just a hair outside of each areola. Her body gave up its resistance instantly and began to convulse. Her heart hammering against her ribs as she jostled and jerked within her bonds, howling out against the ceiling. Her body in ache, her core hot with the excitement of each dreaded touch. In the midst of her crescendo of thrashing she swore she heard the static-infused sound of laughter as if from an intercom, but there was no mistaking the assured inflection of that laugh. The amusement dancing within the breathy pitch of the sound. Her uncontrollable howl against the wheel tines dissolved into a whimpering cry for her owner. The bucking of her limbs less of an outrage from the torture and more of a need to get to the creator of the intercom laugh. As if hiding under the skirts of her tormentor would save her from torment. So absorbed in the attempt to extricate herself from her harness, so deep in thought and the sound of her panting, that she missed the next whir of machinery. She felt the merest touch of feather tip against the left side of her sex. As it registered, her eyes shot wide open under the blind and she squealed for mercy. The fevered frantic sound of her begging causing another intercom chuckle. Her fingers and toes flexed for a moment before the tickling began in earnest. The multiple feather tips swirled along the flushed lips of her pussy. Her body thrashed and kicked but there was no way for her to dislodge this arm from the apex of her thighs. She howled and sang, all coherent pleas for her captor to stop lost in the pitched moans of her body. This time the onslaught did not relent. The arm would even periodically push and prod against the opening of her body as the feathers continued to spin against the softness of her lips. It did not take much to send her hyper-sensitized body over the edge. She could not quell her thrashing. Her moans and cries frantic as the machine continued to tickle at her netherbits. She arched deeply and hung there suspended almost trance-like, toes pointed almost stretching before an amazing arc of fluid rushed from between her thighs. Quivering, a slick sheen of sweat glistening upon her features, she let out an exasperated sigh of relief as she heard the whir of mechanics, and felt the feathertips leave the immediate area of her sex. Yet, she prickled in that familiar state of dread when she heard the satisfied purr seep from the grill of the intercom.

[ghoultramp]

ruffled feathers [pro hero hawks x catgirl criminal reader]

▷       bnha

↳ pairing: pro hero hawks x catgirl criminal reader

↳ content: noncon/dubcon, hunter/prey, rough sex, dacryphilia, degradation, outdoor sex, quirk use, restraint, cum play, power play

↳ words: 2.5k

⇢ summary: it was at the end of a decent night of petty crime, but you knew you were being watched. 

over the last few weeks, maybe longer, you had caught the attention of one pro hero in particular. they call him wing hero: hawks. he’s a fierce and cunning bird of prey while you’re little more than a helpless kitten by comparison.

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⇢ note: i may or may not be a just a tiny little bit obsessed with hawks using his feathers as restraints...

It was cold, your breath visible in the night air. A lonely streetlight cast a sickly orange glow on the road ahead of you. The houses were quiet at this hour, no one awake to interfere with your evening of petty crime. It had been a successful evening of thievery, your spoils swinging in a bag in your hand. While you were so sure you had remained undetected, you were beginning to sense the presence of someone.

Over the last few weeks, maybe longer, you had caught the attention of one pro hero in particular. They call him Wing Hero: Hawks. He’s a fierce and cunning bird of prey while you’re little more than a helpless kitten in comparison. You were no villain, yet you were sure he had been tracking you relentlessly as of late.

Your feline ears twitched with alertness when you heard something. Instinctively, you lowered onto your haunches and your tail flicked against the air around you. You felt all the exposed hair on your body stand on end when the faint gust of his wings hit you from behind.

You felt your muscles burn as your flight response kicked in, desperately willing your legs to spring into action but your incoherent thoughts overwhelmed you. You coul-

Too late.

Strong arms were wrapped around you quicker than you could think, the bag containing your loot dropped to the concrete with a clank as your hand let go of it in shock. You struggled against his clutches but the effort seemed hollow as he remained unperturbed.

When he unfurled his wings, the shadow that engulfed you made your tail twitch, reacting in fear. You whimpered as he marched you forward, closer to the shadow of a high boundary wall of a house.

“So this is where you were.” The lilt in his voice made you sneer.

“Wh-what’s that supposed to mean?” You tried your best to feign bravado but the tremor in your voice was far too obvious.

“I’ve been hunting you for a while now,” he told you.

As he talked, the warm breath he exhaled with every syllable brushed against your vulnerable neck. You wanted to cry out but your mouth stayed shut. You could only whimper as he marched you forward to disappear into more concealing darkness. The high wall in front of you was imposing, it cast your doom.

This is bad.

“I suppose I’ve just been waiting for the right time to--” he released the grip his right arm had around you and reigned a hand down hard on your soft asscheek, “ --strike .” He squeezed tightly.

You let out a pained yelp. Maybe in hindsight, your choice of attire wasn’t the best idea you’d ever had; you were very conscious of just how short your skirt was, how tight and revealing your top was, how utterly impractical it seemed now.

He may have lacked the mass and height of most of the other top pro heroes, but his strength was more than adequate to keep you restrained; he certainly wasn't bothered when you tried your hardest to push back against him.

“P-please,” you begged, tears now brimming in your eyes, “I’m not a villain, I’m just a nobody! I only stole a few things!”

“That still makes you a criminal,” he breathed in your ear, continuing to grope you, “but if you’re good, maybe I won’t have to hurt you.” Your body stiffened and your lip quivered, your tears delicately began to brim over. “If you’re not, I guess I’ll be cleaning up more than one mess.”

This domineering man who preyed upon you was a stranger compared to the laissez-faire, happy-go-lucky persona he showed to the rest of the world. The sexy, young pro hero, the man of a fangirl's night-time fantasies. Maybe even your night-time fantasies.

His hand swung at your ass again and this time it stung; you failed to contain your sobs as your body shuddered involuntarily. You heard his husky chuckle as a finger teased the seam of your underwear. Your brow furrowed and your face contorted against your tears as you struggled to close your thighs against his intrusion.

But now?

Now he terrified you.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he sounded so deceptively gentle as his boot kicked the insides of your feet, jolting them to the side, just where he wanted them. He spread you nicely.

It’s no use.

Hawks freed his other arm from around you but your relief was short-lived when his hard chest pressed into your back. Your breath hitched in your throat as your breasts pressed against the brick, it felt freezing against the unprotected skin of your cleavage thanks to yet another design flaw in your costume.

In another futile attempt to resist him, you pushed your palms against the wall. You felt humiliated in your defeat which only made you cry harder.

“I’m not sure what I was expecting” he cooed, “but you’re just a pathetic little kitten, aren’t you?” Hawks brushed his newly freed hand along the tip of your feline ear, smirking when it twitched beneath his touch.

His hand drifted down, fingertips resting softly against your wet cheek. A growl caught in his throat as he followed the tear tracks to your mouth where he roughly held fingers around your jaw. The growing bulge in his trousers pressed harder against your ass, your body only shuddered violently as your sobs grew.

“P-please,” you pleaded again, you could only feel helpless as you let your hands fall limply to your side. “This isn’t… this isn’t fair!”

His grip on your jaw tightened while his hand between your thighs began to move, teasing your sex beneath your underwear. A betraying jolt tightened in your core when his finger came in contact with your clothed clit.

“How can you say that,” he murmured as he flattened his hand against your pussy, gently rubbing back and forth, “when I can feel just how wet you are?”

Hawks groaned as he applied just a little bit more pressure. You shuddered beneath his touch.

“Quivering in fear, right?” He pressed his lips to your ear, his warm breath made it twitch involuntarily. “You’re disgusting. I’ve seen you strutting around, you think you’re so confident, not a care in the world,” he gripped onto your underwear, pulling it back, the cotton bunching and pulling around your clit, “and now you’re shy?”

You wailed, clenching your eyes shut, as he used his grip on your chin to manipulate your entire body into facing him. Your head hit the wall with a dull thud and you only saw white when your eyes shot open. His grip began to hurt.

“I want to watch you as I take you,” he stated, the soft tone didn’t match his words. Nor his actions.

You were hurt and confused, your sobs now an ugly, gurgling choke as he brought both hands in front of your chest. He said nothing as he traced the outline of the cut-out in your top before tearing it in two; your breasts bounced lightly after being freed from the garment that now hung limply at your shoulders.

“You’re quite appetizing like this,” Hawks breathed, one hand caringly stroked your cheek while the other fumbled at the fastening of his trousers.

You could see the hunger in his eyes now, golden irises bore through you, it was unnerving, Your tail twitched and flicked against him but he was quick to release your cheek in favor of grabbing your obnoxious tail, and the whoosh-ping of one of his feathers piercing the wall right beside your head caused you to jump and yelp.

“St-stop,” you cried, your eyes darted to the bright crimson feather in the wall, the true danger of the situation was crushing. “P-please,” you were begging wholeheartedly but the hiccups interrupting your words were pitiful, “n-not like-- not like this!”

“Just because you don’t want to do something,” he purred, rolling your tail in his hand, “doesn’t mean you won’t do it for me.”

Even though you had planned to raise your arms in defense, he was quicker. He was looming over you, his feathers restrained your wrists high above your head and you noticed a few more flashes of red fluttering around your ankles.

He’s always one step ahead.

With one hand he had unfasted his trousers, his large cock still hidden just behind his boxer shorts. With his other hand, he traced a finger up your thigh, along the curve of your pert cheek, and up to the waistband of your underwear. He slipped the tips of two fingers into the band at the front and you felt the twinge in your abdomen as he pulled gently.

“I’d ask if you think you can be a good little kitten,” Hawks began. He smirked at the mewl that broke through your lips when he pulled just a little more. “But you’re just a liar and thief, aren’t you.”

Any struggle was futile, you already felt so defeated. You hung your head shamefully, shaking as you sobbed with your throat now hoarse and sore.

His fingers gripped tighter at your underwear as he unfurled his long, hard cock. He stroked his shaft lazily while he fingered along the seams just like before, only this time he brushed against your exposed lips where it was nestled just between your slit.

“Let’s just--” he grunted, the slick sound that came from your pussy when he moved your underwear to the side flustered you, “--move these out of the way.”

His fingers roamed your folds, finding your sensitive, swollen clit. You fought the urge to throw your head back, biting your lip to quell the way your body reacted to his touch,

Your clit fluttered beneath his fingertip as he pressed down hard on the bundle of nerves, the circular motion sending electrifying pulses with every rotation.

Dazed. Confused. Disgusted.

Aroused. Needy.

“It- it’s too much,” your voice was strained and whining.

“Oh, come on,” he laughed, “I’m just getting--” with a grunt, he slid two fingers relentlessly into your quivering hole, “--started.”

Yowling, you threw your head back upon hearing the tell-tale squelch of your arousal as he scissored his fingers inside you. He moaned, the grip he had on his cock grew tighter, stroking faster while he struggled to stretch you open enough. Feeling your tight cunt contract around just his fingers this way made him impatient.

You watched helplessly as a group of feathers wrapped themselves around your right ankle and thigh, you stared at him in panic.

“Wh--”

Before you’d barely gotten a word out, the feathers lifted your leg high, you bent your knee as the feathers held your leg just tight enough against the wall.

You whimpered when he removed his fingers. The emptiness was unexpected. He brushed a hand against the front of your skirt, lifting it up to look at you in your exposed state. He was breathing heavily as he stood over you, he didn’t need to shift much before he was able to brush against your presenting hole with his cock.

As he teased your cunt with his tip, he brought his wet fingers to your mouth. You strangled out a cry as he forcibly shoved them in your mouth, stretching it wide. You shut your eyes tightly as your nose began to sting, desperate to hold back more tears that were close to the surface.

He shunted forward, taking you by surprise. The white-hot blistering pain that spread across your body in waves made you unaware that he had buried his hard cock as deeply, and as quickly, as he could. Your cries were desperate as he rolled his hips against you, kissing your cervix with each nudge.

“Pitiful little kitten,” he told you, willing more tears from you as he shunted with short, deep thrusts. When you coughed, choking on your own spit and tears, you could feel his cock tremble as he moaned.

“I-I can’t…. I don’t…” you spluttered incoherently.

He pulled out briefly and he waited. He waited until you so desperately needed him to fill you back up that you let out a frustrated, pathetic whine. You burned as he tore through you.

You felt a hand roam around the small of your back, it was useless trying to fight, you accepted it while he started to knead just above your tail, nipping into the sensitive flesh with his sharp nails. A guttural, animalistic moan escaped your lips as your head lolled back and onto your shoulder.

“You’re too easy,” he growled, digging his nails in further as he pounded your cunt harder.

“N-no, it--” you choked on your words as the pleasure finally took you.

Pain fluttered to ecstasy as you neared orgasm but Hawks liked teasing you. He pulled out again, his cock thick, veins protruding. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you lifted your hips into him, whimpering so needily.

Hawks let out a feral grunt as he pushed hard against you, his cock easily finding your dripping wet entrance as he forced his way inside. You were still so close and you could hear his breathlessness as his cock felt resistance from your tight walls.

Hawks moaned loudly as he hastily groped one of your breasts, he greedily took an erect nipple in his mouth and rolled it around his tongue. His hand squeezed rhythmically. The knot in your abdomen swelled, it was too much.

“ Fuck, fuck-- ” you moaned, long and drawn out as body spasmed beneath him.

His teeth made contact with your nipple and that sent you over. Mewling into your orgasm, you could feel his cock deeper, your cervix being beaten this time, you could feel his cock twitching when you made a pained noise.

“Good--” Hawks lifted his lips away from your nipple, but before he finished speaking, his body convulsed against you, “ Fuuuuck. ” He spasmed again. “ Fu-fuuuuck. ”

You howled, feeling the hot thick ropes of his cum coat your abused walls. He felt so shamelessly good inside you. He pulled his cock out with a pop sound that made you wince. It wasn’t until his feathers released you to fall limp on the floor that you were brought crashing down to reality.

Hawks stood over you as he unceremoniously fastened his trousers before crouching down to you. Your eyes grow wide when his hand reaches between your legs, scooping up your mixed cum on two fingers. He looks at you expectantly.

You knew what to do.

You obeyed by opening your mouth for him to insert his fingers; he does the same as before, stretching your mouth wide. You cough as he coats your tongue with your juices and his seed.

“Good girl,” he finally offered before standing up again.

“What happens now?” you asked, terrified. You tried not to cry again, covering your breasts with your arms as best you could.

“I suggest you quit being a little thief,” he told you, shrugging his jacket from around him. “Or I might just have to get a bit more creative next time.”

He limply threw his jacket toward you. You stared blankly at the tan jacket at your feet but you didn’t even get the chance to put it on before he beat his wings to propel him into the air. You watched as the feathers that had restrained you followed after him to reattach themselves.

Next time?