#this is me just trying every fucking brush in procreate

[pokeattorney]

My ,new agent 3......

[blakbonnet]

ARTIST OF THE WEEK @merryfinches ♥️

This week's aotw is Kylie who has bewitched us body and soul with her lovely art and even lovelier personality. Always there with a kind word, just all round a stellar human being, and someone who makes my day better anytime I see her on the dash. She was also game for answering a few questions:

Which do you use to draw (app/digital or traditional)?

I use Procreate on my iPad! I like being able to put it on my bag and draw anywhere - I don’t have as much time to draw as I want, so I do it in bits and pieces whenever I get the chance.

I love sketching with coloured pencils in my sketchbook too, I LOVE digital art, but there’s nothing like the texture of pencil and paper!

Fave brushes/pencils/mediums (links/screenshot?)

These are the ones I use most. The top 3 are all standard Procreate brushes. Chalk is my go-to for sketching and line art, and lightbrush and lightpen for highlights. I used Gingerbread Inker for colouring - it’s a free brush I picked up from somewhere, but I can’t find where!

Your favourite piece you've drawn?

Oooooooh, I don’t know! It’s easy to look back at basically every drawing and see the flaws, but this one of Ed and Stede in their inn is special to me, because I think it’s the first time I felt like I’d developed a comfortable style after messing around trying to draw them for months with… varying degrees of success.

And I’m really proud of the comic I drew of Ed having a nightmare, because i find comics so hard to draw and I’m in awe of everyone who does it!

Who's harder to draw: Ed or Stede?

Aaaaah, they both have challenges, but Stede I think? I prefer drawing his left side because of the way his hair swishes differently on both sides, and that side is easier. And he has a very particularly-shaped nose that can be really hard sometimes! Unless I’m drawing Ed’s leathers, in which case it’s him 😆

One essential tip for beginner artists?

There will be a point where you look at all your art so far and think “oh these are terrible, what am I even doing?” But that’s GOOD because it means you’re improving! And I’m sorry but that never stops - you will be improving forever! Nobody I know is ever really satisfied with their own art, and your art style is like your handwriting - it’s unique to you.

Also, get a sketchbook and a pencil, make mistakes, practice drawing your own hands and feet, screenshots, your cat, anything basically. And remember it’s supposed to be fun 🥰

Why OFMD? 🥹

Because it’s the fucking BEST! 😎

No seriously, I guess I like drawing Ed and Stede so much because they’re everything. Love, sex, tenderness, fun, cuteness, heartache and joy. Two souls who are so insecure and alone, and then they have someone who GETS them, who loves everything about them. They’re just wonderful.

[liaromancewriter]

Feb 2024 Challenge - Eros 7. The biological basis of eros is procreation for Ethan x Cassie

No Barriers

Premise: It’s finally time to expand their family, but will nerves take over?

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Mature. Fluff. Words: 1,205

A/N: I'm soooo sorry, Nonny. It took me forever to find the right story idea for this prompt, and then I struggled with the words all of last week and this. Hope you enjoy it!

Submission for @choicesfebruary2024 prompt "Eros - procreation". I'm using @choicesflashfics week 74, prompt 3

Waiting was the hardest part. As a doctor, she understood the complicated relationship between chemicals, hormones and the human reproductive system. But as a woman who was finally ready to start a family, the wait while her body reversed the effects of birth control had been torturous.

So, when Cassie Valentine saw the notification on her phone from the app tracking her cycle, she had to dig deep to stop herself from running across the hospital to her husband’s office and ordering him to strip, bend her over his desk and put a baby in her.

She chuckled as she imagined the exasperation on Ethan Ramsey’s face if she did that. He’d surely pinch the bridge of his nose and curse under his breath. The way he said, “For Christ’s sake,” or “For the love of god,” with a hint of Rhode Island sass, was forever endearing to her (much to his perplexation).

Just because she had self-control (barely) didn’t mean she couldn’t give him a heads-up that he was in for a wild ride tonight and every night for the next few days.

In the dimly lit bedroom overlooking the dark waters of Boston Harbor, the soft glow of flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the walls. The delicate scent of vanilla and lavender lent an air of warmth and intimacy, but it couldn’t hide the nerves.

Cassie hadn’t felt nervous like this during their first time together all those years ago. Back then, she’d been swept up in the romance and culmination of months of longing for this man. But tonight, despite her earlier bravado or the desire and anticipation coursing through her veins, she felt her skin tingle with trepidation.

Ethan stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She tilted her head back, gazing into his eyes, her lips parting slightly. The warmth from the candles mirrored the heat rising between them, their breaths mingling in the air.

“Nervous?” he whispered, his lips hovering tantalizingly above hers.

“Terrified,” Cassie admitted, letting out a short laugh. “It’s funny because we’ve had sex more times than I can remember, but knowing this time it’s….”

She shrugged, leaving the rest unsaid.

Gently, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers trailing down her cheek to her neck, feeling the pulse quicken under his touch. Cassie leaned into him, her hands finding their way to his shoulders, then sliding up to tangle in his dark brown hair.

“You know,” Ethan began in a measured tone, “studies show it’s normal for couples to have nerves when trying to get pregnant. But it’s also counterproductive because stress hormones can act as mental and physical barriers. You need to get out of your head and let it come naturally.”

Annoyed, Cassie pushed herself out of his arms and faced him with her hands on her hips. “Now, you’re just killing the mood! This is not the time for Dr. Ramsey. I need Ethan, so be that.”

To her amusement, he rolled his eyes and tugged her back into his arms. “What do you want ‘Ethan’ to do?”

“Sweep me off my feet like the first time. Fuck me until all I can’t walk straight——”

Cassie yelped as Ethan literally swept her up into his arms and dumped her on their bed. He quickly followed her down, pressing her body into the soft mattress. His lips latched onto the side of her neck, nibbling and sucking the sensitive skin until throaty moans escaped her lips.

His mouth covered hers, coaxing her with his tongue to let him in, and he deepened the kiss when she parted her lips. Her legs fell to the sides, cradling his burgeoning erection between her thighs. Her hips rose off the bed, and she locked her ankles behind his thighs.

Ethan cuffed her wrists with one hand and held her arms above her head. Cassie squirmed as his other hand slowly traced a path through the valley between her breasts, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His fingers strummed her nipples, taking turns to make circular patterns across each tip before descending further down past her belly button.

Her eyes snapped open when he entered her with his middle finger, the heel of his palm pressing on the nub at the top of her sex.

“Uh.” She shook the fog of lust clouding her brain. “Shouldn’t you be putting another larger and more crucial part of you inside me for this particular occasion?”

Suddenly, Ethan stilled, his finger still thrust inside her, but it was no longer in motion.

“Seriously?” he stared at her incredulously, releasing her to brace himself on his elbows. “Now, who’s killing the mood?

“Never mind.” Cassie airily waved one hand. “Carry on. I’m ready.”

Ethan muttered something under his breath, but she couldn’t make out the words.

She held back a grin as he mentally shook it off and tried to focus on the task, but he was clearly struggling to remember where he’d left off.

Deciding to give him a hand, literally, Cassie cupped his balls in her palm while stroking his length with her other hand. She knew exactly how he liked to be handled and what would push him over the edge. It didn’t take long.

She found herself upended as he lifted her up and reversed their positions. Cassie straddled his thighs, and his erection nudged her core. His hands combed through her hair before his palms covered her breasts.

“You know what to do,” he ordered, blue eyes glittering with heat. “Ride.”

Cassie took him in, slowly, oh so slowly, until he growled in frustration. Gripping her ass, his fingers clenched tightly, leaving a mark on her skin. He pulled her wide and thrust deeper until he was embedded fully. He stilled then, giving her a moment to adjust.

The nerves faded as they moved together, lost in the moment, and forgot everything but what they were to each other. With every touch and every kiss, they surrendered to the passion that consumed them.

Later, Cassie lay sprawled on top of Ethan, her head on his shoulder and her palm curled above his heart. It was not quite racing but still fast after their lovemaking. She liked how his hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers absently threading through her blonde hair.

“It’s different,” she said softly.

“Huh?” Ethan asked, his voice gruff.

“Knowing there’s no birth control, chemical or otherwise. No barriers between us.”

She felt him nod in agreement and knew he felt it, too, from how his heart jumped at the thought.

Shadows from the flickering candles danced on the walls, and the tick-tock of the clock was loud in the silence. Feeling drowsy, Cassie’s eyes started to drift close when she heard him chuckle.

“I hate to say I told you so, but …” Ethan paused, waiting until she angled her head to gaze into his eyes. She caught the smirk on his lips and the teasing twinkle in his eyes and arched one brow askance.

“I was right earlier,” he continued matter-of-factly. “Sometimes, you just have to let go and let things come naturally.”

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Submissions: @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Ethan & Cassie only: @cariantha @custaroonie @youlookappropriate @zealouscanonindeer

[artthemasquerade]

She was their Deity

"Like a deity, Miki is what keeps Akira and Ryo going, it is what makes her love and hate them both for all eternity. Because to them now, she is nothing but a symbol to fight wars over. A saintly love without flaws and a deep regret that’ll never truly be forgiven. Because Miki will never be allowed to be a human being in their eyes again, for in their eyes and through her end, she has become divine."

Okay so I've finally gotten around to watching Devilman Crybaby, and I don't hate it, I actually like it a lot more than I thought I would despite its flaws and oh boy are there some flawwsss (holy shit they did Sirene so fucking dirty in this series!!! Worse part of crybaby for real) and I can't say I was 100% fond of how they depict Ryo (before going into this series I did headcanon that they were portraying Ryo/Satan as someone who had lived in such a warlike mindset for so long he couldn't get out of it even when he thought he was human, and thus couldn't live in peace, Akira was the only thing that gave him peace but he couldn't admit it, if he admits love exists and thus sorrow exists and that'll slow him down from doing what needs to be done. Maybe I'm just coping but whatever it works for me, and if that was what the creators were going for then they needed to make it more clear and have more eps cause the break neck speed this series had really hurt it! But I have to say the last four eps were really good and ep 9 and 10 really brought me to tears like damn the series had good bones it just needed more time!😭Also I needed more Zennon pleasseeeee! 

Crybaby really made Miki an almost saintly character and while I do like that she ultimately helped Akira by inspiring every devilman to come out and fight for humanity, I do miss her feisty side and her being just a normal teenage girl being unfairly murdered all because Akira had lived with her family and how society tends to punish women especially teenage girls who are barely involved more harshly than the people directly involved. But whatever those are different takes and honestly both are good but ya know personal preferences and hey since I like to play with time loops in my AUs its one of those possible things (tho I will say that my crybaby verse is much more edited and Sirene has pretty much the same motives and arc as she did in the manga and ova cause woww nope not having what happened crybaby)

But more nice things I will say about the series, I really love the music, it is amazing and also I love the intro so much, I've been listening to it a lot and I try to watch it when I watched the next ep! I love the ink blotty look to it and the symbolism!And that's what lead me to make this picture, cause yes my ot3 exist even in my crybaby verse, but oh boy is it messy!XD Since Miki is pretty saintly in crybaby, I wouldn't be surprised that Akira and Ryo would come to see her as a saint after her death, Akira mourning her loss and Ryo regretting letting her die. So I did some grayscale shading with the watercolor brush in procreate and it was fun to mess around outside my usual style and yes I gave Ryo his sideburns, he needed them back! XD it was fun to play around with my style and maybe I'll do something like this again sometime, maybe not crybaby related tho.

Btw if you like what you see and want a commission drop me a direct message on tumblr, instagram, a note on deviantart or artistree https://artistree.io/missn11

[apomaro-mellow]

im posting the eddie chapter of my barbarella!steve au here bc im so generous. all you really gotta know is Steve is a space explorer and on his advanced planet they only have sex w/each other for procreation and every other time they use toys and machines until he crash lands on a more primitive planet

AO3 link for those that want tags

There is a bit of Billy in the beginning but he does not show up past that.

Steve's outfit after he changes

Preview:

“Didn’t think you’d want to be alone”, Eddie said, coming to the front of the bed. “You’re all alone on a foreign planet. I’ve got to be a hospitable host.” He reached down and lifted one of Steve’s legs by the ankle.

Steve watched as Eddie removed the boot, kissing his calf through the mesh on his leg. That wasn’t one of the erogenous zones he had learned about, and yet his heart skipped a beat. Eddie gently lowered that leg and did the same to the other, kissing his knee this time. 

“Very hospitable. Are you going to take care of me all night?”, Steve asked.

Eddie let his hand brush the outside of his thigh. “That’s all I wanna do, Steve.”

Steve felt an impulse and he followed it, spreading his legs a little, inviting Eddie in.

After his romp with Billy, Steve was promptly given a land speeder and granted permission to be on his way. This vehicle was archaic. It still utilized wheels rather than hovering off the ground.

“Having a bit of friction is a better feeling. Don’t you agree?”, Billy had said when he gave Steve the keys.

Steve’s clothes hadn’t survived Billy’s hands but he had been given a sleek little red number to wear, along with some boots that matched. 

“I told you I’d wrap you up in something pretty.”

Steve had thanked Billy for his cooperation. And then he took off. Feeling every bump in the road was probably a fun experience on a normal day, but not on this day. Not only was Steve still aching from his roll in the sheets, but the fatigue of his adventure was catching up with him.

In the past day he had crashed, been shot at, traveled over the mountains, been chased down, punched out a guy, and now he was still on the move. He was just thinking about the luxuries of home, a nice long bath, a soft bed, the lullaby of his ship’s beeps and chirps as he saw the horizon of a city come up. Black buildings jutted up towards the sky.

This place looked more developed than what he’d seen thus far, but he still would practice caution. And then he saw it. Plain as day, the satellite was right there on the edge of the city.

Steve stopped short of it. The CEF emblem was shown proud on it. But it was damaged badly. Thankfully, his job wasn’t to repair it. His signal was a little weak and he was walking around the satellite, trying to find a stronger one to send his coordinates when he heard some very loud whispering coming from behind a boulder nearby.

“Who is he?”

“Whoever he is, he’s messing with my discovery. Will, do something!”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Disorient him or something.”

“We don’t know if he’s dangerous yet.”

“There’s a literal weapon hitched to him.”

“Guys shut the fuck up I think he heard you!”

“Um, hello? Whoever that is, I mean you no harm”, Steve called out, holding his arms up.

He took a step forward but before he could take another he felt a sharp pain like something hit his head. Steve fell to the ground as he lost consciousness. He was able to hear feet approaching him and what sounded like children arguing before it all went black.

When he came to, it was to a dark room and what felt like silk sheets under him. He let out a groan and that was when the room began to illuminate. Some lamps turned on, giving everything a soft glow without making it too bright.

“Where am I?”

“Far from home, it looks like.”

Steve jolted to a sitting position, not expecting anyone to answer. But he groaned in pain at the movement.

“Whoa there, no sudden movements now”, the voice said, starting to move.

“I’m not an animal”, Steve said, feeling a little annoyed from his discomfort.

“No, that would be whoever did this to you.” A man sat by him and gestured to the fresh marks Billy had left on him.

Steve brought a hand to his neck, suddenly self conscious in front of the man before him. His wild, dark curls spilled over his shoulders. He wore leather all over him, straps on his legs and a harness across his chest. The skin he could see was illustrated with tattoos.

“Then again, my little pack of beasties didn’t do much better. Let’s get you a bath, huh?”, the man said before standing up.

Steve looked himself over and saw that he was covered in dirt and other debris. “Your beasties? What happened to me?”

“Some of the children of my court. Said they found you messing around with that space junk. Part of it fell off and conked you right on the noggin.” He went through a door and turned a light on. In seconds, Steve heard the sound of running water.

He brought a hand to where he had felt the pain and let out a hiss. So that’s why. And he could guess at why he was so dirty now if a bunch of children found him but the man explained anyway.

“They dragged you all the way here. They could’ve just called for a transport but kids, you know? What’re you gonna do?” He came out and looked Steve up and down. “Can you walk alright.”

“Yes, I should be able to-” Steve ate his own words as he stumbled but was quickly caught before he could crash to the floor.

“Careful there, sweet thing.”

“Steve. My name is Steve.”

The man smiled. “And you can call me Eddie. Oh Runner of Baths, whichever floats your boat.”

Eddie helped Steve to his feet and led him to the bathroom. It was already steaming from the hot water. Steve could’ve cried. It felt like days since he had bathed. And now that he thought about it, it literally was. He moved away from Eddie and began to undress, thinking of only getting clean until he caught their reflections in the mirror. It hadn’t quite fogged up yet and Steve could see the look in Eddie’s eyes clear as day. 

The way Eddie was looking at him was…different. Different from the way that either Jonathan or Billy had looked at him. But Steve was coming to know those looks all under one word: desire.

He slowed his hands a bit, making a little show of undressing. He was also seeing the bites that Billy had left for the first time and wondered if they would bother Eddie. Wondered if he would see him as less desirable. But Eddie’s gaze only got heavier as more skin was revealed to him. Now Steve was wondering if Eddie would replace Billy’s marks with his own.

“Now how’d such a pretty thing like you fall into a dirty place like this?”

“I um, my ship. My ship, it needs repairs.” Steve felt like his voice was wavering and he didn’t understand why.

“Well”, Eddie held a hand out to Steve and helped him step into the water, looking as content as if he was the one sinking in when Steve let out a soft sigh. “We’ll see if we can do something about that. Your satellite too. Can’t have my kids running around broken equipment like that?”

“You mean they don’t make a habit of scavenging like that?”, Steve raised a brow. Those kids seemed hardier than most, ready to take out a full grown man at the drop of a hat.

“Oh they’ve got the tendencies of a junkyard dog. But they’re also clever. Almost too much.” 

Eddie took a step back and Steve almost grabbed for him. It felt like there was a string connecting them now that he didn’t want to break.

“I’ll get you a change of clothes. Take your time.”

Steve did, soaking and lounging in the bath for quite a while before actually getting to clean himself. He even dunked his head to wash his face and hair, then stayed for a bit, just savoring the feel of being surrounded by water. At some point, when was lost in one of these actions, Eddie had left a towel and an outfit on a hanger. Steve got out and dried himself off. He looked to the outfit he’d been brought and put it on.

It was a shiny bikini set with mesh that covered his torso and legs. Despite the glittery top it was still darker than what Steve normally wore. Eddie wasn’t in the room anymore, so Steve decided to leave out and find him, possibly get a more concrete plan for his repairs.

Right away, he was met with a guard that led him to a grand throne room. “Your Eminence”, the guard bowed.

So when Eddie had said ‘children of his court’...

Eddie sat with one leg propped up on the arm of the chair. He was still wearing what he had before, but now there was a magnificent black cloak hanging off his shoulders.

“The man from the stars graces us with his presence. How was your soak sweet thing?”

“I told you, my name is Steve.” He realized he never got a chance to tell Billy. It was probably why he stuck with the pet name.

Eddie stood up and stalked over to Steve. “Well maybe ‘round these parts ‘Steve’ means ‘sweet thing’.”

Steve’s breath caught in his throat, but he was saved from answering when a door slammed open and a small horde of children came crashing through. They were shouting at Eddie, who held his hands up like he was being robbed, and then they were clamoring for Steve, asking him questions, someone even poked his side.

Eddie clapped his hands and shouted even louder than them, getting their attention and pushing himself between their curious hands and Steve.

“Alright you little monster, you can interrogate him later. It’s time to eat.”

And interrogate him they did, all through the meal that was served at a long table. It wasn’t just Eddie and the kids. Others were there also although introductions went too quick for Steve to catch their names. He wasn’t really able to hang on to the flow of the conversation until they started talking about what to do with his crashed ship and how to re-launch the satellite.

What really through him for a loop was how involved the kids were in the conversation. It was partway through it that Steve understood that they planned on actually working on it.

“Eddie told me you were clever, but I didn’t know it was to this extent.”

Eddie groaned as some very smug eyes turned towards him. “Now why did you have to go and give them an ego boost?”

“Eddie thinks we’re clever~”, one of them, Dustin he thinks, teased.

“Enough to brag about us to a stranger”, another one, Lucas said.

Dinner continued to be a lively affair and Steve felt like he’d already seen different shades of Eddie. He was a man of many faces, it seemed. When the meal ended, the kids tried to get his attention again, but Eddie tried to shoo them, saying that their guest needed rest.

“I don’t mind”, Steve said. It wasn’t often he was around children and he wanted to answer all their questions.

“Yeah, plus he’s been asleep for like a day”, Dustin reasoned.

“A day!?”, Steve exclaimed.

Mike nodded. “Eddie said we were this close to-”

Eddie clamped a hand over his mouth. “Let’s all go to the library!”

The library had physical paper texts, which Steve had only heard of. He answered the kids’ questions about his home, about the CEF and how things were done there. Every once in a while, he caught Eddie’s eyes and had to look away. Sometimes Eddie chimed in with what must be legends of the far off empire (“It’s a federation, Eddie.”) that Steve was constantly qualifying with the truth.

He could tell that the hour was getting late when they only asked him five questions a minute instead of ten and Eddie called bed time. Eddie ordered a guard to escort Steve to his quarters while he took the children to bed.

Steve took his time alone to look around the room. He saw a stringed instrument, perhaps Eddie played. There was a window that showed how high up he was. The city twinkled below him.

He let out a sigh as he sat on the edge of the bed, then spread out on it, loving the feel of silk under him. That was what Eddie came in on when he returned to the bedroom.

“Happy birthday to me.” He put the cloak on a hook, immediately softening his appearance.

Steve rose up just slightly so that he was resting on his elbows. Eddie was giving him that look again, the same one he had gotten in the bathroom.

“Why did you have me brought back here?” Steve was sure there were other rooms. It seemed very purposeful that Eddie made sure Steve came back to his own room.

“Didn’t think you’d want to be alone”, Eddie said, coming to the front of the bed. “You’re all alone on a foreign planet. I’ve got to be a hospitable host.” He reached down and lifted one of Steve’s legs by the ankle.

Steve watched as Eddie removed the boot, kissing his calf through the mesh on his leg. That wasn’t one of the erogenous zones he had learned about, and yet his heart skipped a beat. Eddie gently lowered that leg and did the same to the other, kissing his knee this time. 

“Very hospitable. Are you going to take care of me all night?”, Steve asked.

Eddie let his hand brush the outside of his thigh. “That’s all I wanna do, Steve.”

Steve felt an impulse and he followed it, spreading his legs a little, inviting Eddie in. He felt a thrill of power when Eddie practically pounced and kissed him. Steve let out a whimper born from happiness. He hadn’t known how much he wanted this until he felt those lips on his own.

Eddie leaned on him until Steve slowly leaned back to lie flat on the bed. Eddie kissed like a man dying of thirst at first, like he was trying to consume Steve, and then he slowed, drawing out small sounds as Steve was left wanting. Eddie nibbled on his bottom lip and tugged.

His kisses got a little sloppy as they moved down Steve’s jaw. Steve thought he might avoid the fading bite marks but Eddie acted like they weren’t even there. 

“Eddie”, Steve whispered against his hair as he kept his head in place, not wanting him to stop.

“Talk to me, baby”, Eddie said, bringing his hands to his hips. “Tell me what you want.”

Steve tried to think but it was hard when Eddie’s hands were inching further down. He thought about all he had experienced so far. And what he had learned.

“I want…I wanna take care of you too.”

“Oh yeah?”, Eddie grinned. “Whisper it in my ear, beautiful.” He leaned in close, his curls tickling Steve’s cheek while the other man murmured only to him what he wanted to do. If possible, Eddie’s eyes darkened even more.

Their positions had switched and now Eddie’s hands were tied above his head. He watched once again, as Steve slowly undressed himself. His fingers itched to touch and remove the clothes covering him.

“Come on, sweet thing, don’t be a tease”, Eddie said, voice a little rough.

Steve looked at him from over his shoulder. “You said you could be patient. Were you lying to me?”

Eddie shook his head. Fully naked now, Steve crawled on top of him and stroked his lips. “Use your words, Your Eminence.”

“No. I wasn’t lying. I can be patient.”

“I knew you could”, Steve smiled. His legs sat on either side of Eddie’s and he sat on his knees, just on top of the other man but depriving him of his weight and warmth. 

Eddie squirmed but Steve stilled him with a shush as his hands traveled down his body. Even back home, he never touched himself without the help of technology. And never with an audience as captive as Eddie. Eddie watched, hypnotized as Steve’s hand went to the tip of his cock.

His beautiful lips parted in a gasp like he was new to the touch. And from what he knew about Steve’s people, it probably was. He couldn’t believe just how lucky he was to be here. To get to watch this gorgeous man play with himself.

“Shit, baby. Is it nice? Does it feel good? Lemme help you feel good”, Eddie begged, his voice pitching closer to a whine.

“Yeah?”, Steve smirked, lowering himself just enough so that his bare length brushed against Eddie’s tent. “You think you can?”

Eddie nodded then remembered to use his words. “I can be so good for you sweet thing. I promised I’d take care of you.” Eddie fought to keep his hips still. He didn’t want to be admonished. He wanted to be rewarded.

And rewarded he was when Steve opened his pants just enough to let his cock spring forth. Eddie was just letting out a relieved sigh when Steve started to grind into him.

Steve didn’t even know what he was doing. It wasn’t like he could go inside Eddie this way or the other way around. But it didn’t matter. He was running on desire, not logic. And he had learned by now that there was more to sex than just penetration, than just stress relief. It wasn’t just about having your genitalia stimulated and nothing more. Steve loved kissing. He loved feeling a warm body against his, hands with minds of their own. He loved having his neck bitten and being pinned down. He loved the little kisses to his legs Eddie had done before. Not meant to arouse, just meant to be there.

And right now he was loving watching their pre cum mingle as Steve slid his cock against Eddie’s. He was indeed being a good boy. Like he had promised. So Steve would keep his promise too.

Eddie bit his lip as Steve lifted and positioned himself. Steve let out little ‘ahh’s while sinking down, enveloping the other man in a heat so sweet he was seeing stars. He felt like he could cum just like this, just watching Steve take him. Steve must be a mind reader because he was smiling down at him.

“Don’t you dare. Not yet.” Steve’s body shook when he moved. “Not until I tell you to.”

“Holy fuck”, Eddie choked out, arms straining as he willed his orgasm away. It was a tall order when a man such as this was riding you for all you had.

Steve was in near disbelief. It wasn’t unlike having a superpower. He told Eddie to do something and he obeyed. The king of this land, obeying him, a traveler from another world.

“Eddie~”, he moaned, bracing his hands on the man’s chest, then grabbing at the harness. This must be what it was for after all.

Steve rocked his hips and bent down to kiss him, taking all of Eddie’s erotic noises for himself. He could tell Eddie was close when his whimpers turned to near sobbing and it spurred him on. 

“Go ahead Eddie. It’s okay. Cum for me, fill me, mark me. I want it. Make me yours.”

Eddie’s hips snapped once. Twice. Three times and he left out a cry but Steve didn’t let him stop even as he was cumming.

“Yes! Give it to me. Give it all to me and I’m gonna-I’m gonna-”

“You’re gonna give it back to me, baby. C’mon Stevie, take it. Use me, cum all over me-”

Steve’s gasp felt like it came from his soul as he splashed between their bodies. The cum from both ends made him slide to near overstimulation as the aftershocks ran through him. When he came back into himself, he untied Eddie’s hands which were on him in an instant, touching, squeezing, caressing. Eddie was kissing the bites he’d just made, licking his sweat, burying his face into his chest hairs.

“...I have to…I have to send a message back home”, Steve said between sighs.

“And pray tell, what do you have to tell them?”, Eddie asked, still catching his breath as he looked up from Steve’s chest.

“That my work requires that I remain in person at the damage sight for a while longer.”

Eddie smirked. “You got a place to stay?”

Steve wrapped his arms around his shoulders and placed a kiss on his lips, soft but deep. “I have a very accommodating host keeping me.”

“Oh fuck yes, I’m keeping you.”

[chaos-and-ink]

Eee /pos

What program(s) do you use? And what tools/brushes are most frequently used on your pieces?

Do you do warm up drawings and if so what do you usually do for warm up drawings?

How do you pick colour schemes/pallets for pieces?

(sorry if I ask too much)

-sparrow

What program(s) do you use? And what tools/brushes are most frequently used on your pieces?

I use Procreate on my iPad Air 5 with an Apple Pencil Gen. 2. I find it's the perfect balance with having a lot of great tools and options but without being incredibly complex like photoshop which can be a lot slower to maneuver around. I love Procreate because it's touch screen unlike Photoshop which would usually require a mouse and that often causes my joints to really flare up. Procreate is also very portable and easy to use. I've had it for years now and I love it, never once thought about switching programs.

As for brushes, I use a modified 6B Pencil. I modified it so long ago, I don't quite remember what I did to it but I think I just adjusted the sensitivity to pressure and it's relationship to thickness so I had more control over changing the line weight. I literally use this brush for everything. Sketching, line work, colouring, shading, writing, all of it.

The other brush I use is Dry Ink and that's mostly for texture, writing, or if I want a harsher lines on a piece.

I highly recommend taking a look at DrizzleDrawings brush packs. They're an artist on Tumblr/insta/tiktok and I am HUGELY inspired by her. When I need a different brush for something I always go to their brush packs which can be found on their linktree/cardd. If you have money for their Patreon you get free access to both brush packs AND tutorials!

Do you do warm up drawings and if so what do you usually do for warm up drawings?

I actually don't do much warm up drawings haha. I normally try to be very relaxed about drawing so everything starts out without many expectations. I just kinda have an idea and go for it. And if I like it, I continue to add to it, adjust it, critique it, and see it to the end.

However, when I have the time I really love doing anatomy warm ups with LineOfAction. It's a website that gives you free reference photos of people (and animals, nature, hands, etc) They have options so you can set it up on a timer, choose the age range, sex, clothing, etc. It's free and requires no account so it's super easy to use and I love practicing my anatomy.

How do you pick colour schemes/pallets for pieces?

This is my worst skill as an artist actually lmfao. I get fucked over by colour theory every single time. I literally hate it.

My way around this, is to use the same colours in like every piece. I have my own colour pallets that I made throughout the years and I just reuse them over and over and over again.

If I'm really struggling for colours, I often use pinterest and look at colour pallets there to try to get some inspiration. Or, there's this theory I forgot the name of. But basically you take a pallet of colours and then lay a single colour over it and lower the opacity. This unifies the pallet. It's the same idea of taking a ton of dollops of different coloured paints and then mixing in 1 drop of yellow to every colour to give it a certain unified tone.

And oh my god, don't worry about asking too much. I literally LOVE talking so much, like ask me as many questions as you want I LOVE getting to answer them/gen. My toxic trait is that if someone asks me a question I will literally never shut up, I get so excited.

[thrown-away-opinions]

Artists when artists are copying & distributing art from companies for their own use and profit without paying them: 'Lol, theft removes the original, this doesn't. Copying art is not a crime! yo-ho yo-ho!' Artists when companies are copying & distribuying art from artists for their own use and profit: 'What! Collage is a crime! You wouldn't download a car!' Good to see that the God of Irony still has a job!

I was going to write something about this subject too, but I got hung up on that gofundme thing.

Up front, I think there is some legitimate complaints about artists not wanting their shit scraped and fed into an algorithm. That's not an unreasonable demand. Datamining is out of control on the internet. There needs to be way less of it.

But also... All this bitching and moaning about ethics and morality is hollow as fuck. The piracy thing right up front. How many scanlated manga or fan-subbed shows you think the average seething artist has read/watched? How many movies did they pirate? How many ads have they blocked? How many streaming service passwords shared? How many second-hand things have they purchased? How many college textbooks downloaded? How many programs have they cracked and used for years without ever paying a sub fee? How many little things have they shoplifted? How many immoral and unethical things they've done without ever making up for it?

Short version is blatant "rules for thee, but not for me!!" bullshit. It is an ethical nightmare that some programmers have in some way appropriated raw data from something made by someone else because they, the artists, deserve payment and royalties for their art being viewed in any way they don't approve of, even if it's just some ephemeral fragment of something they made once, did not license, did not copyright, did not commercialize in any way.

Every other artist and employee who worked on and produces all the shows and products and services doesn't deserve payment because... uhh.. because late stage capitalism or whatever!!

It's a double standard that doesn't hold up to a moment of scrutiny. Some of this hysterical bullshit would even be forgivable if it were just about not being happy about having their work used in a way they don't approve of. Instead, they had to go with this moronic, exaggerated ethics angle, they had to pool their money to try and get the US Government involved. All this constant wailing and gnashing about losing jobs and work when nothing has actually changed and no one is making 6 figures yearly on an AI Art patreon. No one is losing commissions to some now world famous prompt expert who charges even more money.

We've long accepted piracy as an unavoidable aspect of the digital age, but suddenly that's not okay because it might (but not actually) impact some freelancer/indie artist's ability to get work that they either aren't losing because of AI (remember that the global economy is falling apart), or they might lose jobs that they don't have, they aren't trained for and/or aren't pursuing anyways.

But you know what else is kinda fucked about all of it? Most of these artists wouldn't be where they are today without technology and software advancements. Do you have any idea how many artists would be fucking hopeless without all the custom photoshop and CSP brushes they downloaded for free (and never credited the creator)? Do you know how fucked these people would be without all the built in color correction settings and filters and gradient maps? They can't even imagine drawing in procreate without all the built-in tools for correcting their sloppy-ass linework. There's SO MANY successful and highly paid webtoon comics out there that wouldn't be where they are today without the CSP asset store allowing them to drop in 3d background assets and pre-set pose and hand guides.

These whiny fucks are up to their eyeballs in technology that props up their entire profession/hobby, but they are screaming at the top of their lungs because someone downloaded a booru or scraped pinterest to feed into an AI Training algorithm.

tl;dr - They're a bunch of immoral hypocrites who badly want to dress up their impotent outrage as some kind of meaningful, ethical catastrophe.

[swords-and-chaos]

Just downloaded these, now I’m not going to have to clean up stray low opacity pixels on every line I draw like I did with my old crappy brush I made. This is going to save me so much fucking time, plus, I get to try new shading styles.

[elizabeethan]

The Swan and her Handler

Emma Swan was cursed, and the only way to break it is with True Love's Kiss. Try breaking a curse with True Love's Kiss when you're a damn swan.

Yes, it's true, I've written a CS AU based on Walnut the Crane, a crane who fell in love with her handler. I'm ashamed at how idiotic this is. It’s by far the dumbest thing I've ever written in all my life. It’s nothing more than crack written in about an hour, un-betaed and barely edited. Sorry, and you’re welcome.

Rated T for language

~2000 words

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These damn idiots can’t get anything right. It was bad enough when Emma showed up on their doorstep with perfectly clear care instructions that were completely ignored, but now they keep trying to get her to reproduce as if she’s some kind of zoo animal. 

  Of course, given her current living situation, it does make at least a tiny bit of sense. 

  Ever since the curse, Emma has been stuck in a wildlife refuge and has been unable to get any of her stupid caretakers to figure out how to help her. She knows exactly what she needs, but unfortunately, no one here speaks swan and she can’t exactly hold a pen. Her care instructions were translated upon her transformation, so the one thing that could have helped her now looks like chicken-- er, swan scratch. 

  “She needs a mate,” one of the jack asses points out. “She’ll probably want to mate for life.”

  True, she thinks, although, not with any of the stinky fluff balls you have sent my way.  

  First it was Neal. He tried to mate with her, so she killed him. Last week, they put Walsh in her enclosure, and she pecked at him violently until they took pity on him and sent him to the medical unit. 

  Although today seems different, because her newest caretaker has shown up, and she realizes that he just might be exactly what she’s been looking for. 

Emma Swan, unfortunately very appropriately named, requires a mate who can break her curse, True Loves Kiss the only thing that can bring her back to her truest form as a human adult woman. And when the new dark haired, stunning eyed veterinarian comes strutting into her enclosure, she hurries towards him to get a closer look at his name tag. 

  He jumps away, making some comment about her being fiery , and she blushes, squawking at him as she tries to get closer. Killian , it reads, and if she had lips and not a bill, she would smile. 

  “We think she’s depressed,” the stupid one with the big eyes says. “She’s killed every mate we’ve tried to pair her with.” 

  Good, she thinks. I must have done more damage on Walsh than I initially thought.  

  “You’re just misunderstood, aren’t you, love?” the angel-man asks, making her squawk in agreement. She thinks she could make this quick, this man obviously understanding her horrible twist of fate, so she lunges for him once more, trying hard to kiss his hand and hoping beyond hope that it will transform her back into the woman she's supposed to be. No more feathers, she prays. 

  He exclaims again, jumping and complaining of his hand hurting as she pecks him, so she rolls her eyes and squawks angrily. “Alright, darling,” he says with his hands up, his smooth, accented voice making her heart flutter inside her chest. Her breast? She knows very little about swan anatomy, despite having been turned into one. “Perhaps she’s stressed about her environment. Have you tried giving her a dark, quiet place to nest?” 

  “Not yet,” the dumbass admits. 

  The handsome one, Killian, a name she could get used to rolling off of her tongue, steps away from her, so she hurriedly follows. “Perhaps here in this corner will do.” 

  I would love to spend time in a dark corner with you, she thinks, giving the man what she hopes is a salacious smirk. She watches appreciatively as he sits down, crossing his legs as he starts to fiddle with some sticks as if she would be interested in them. Rather than helping him to make a nest out of the twigs and leaves, she plops herself right in his lap, nestling herself into his crossed legs and gazing up at his beautiful features, earning a smile from him. 

  “There we are, love,” he says happily, clearly surprised that she chose to plant herself upon him, although he shouldn't be. Just look at him, for god’s sake. “Comfortable?” 

  She squawks loudly, making him cringe, then fluffs her feathers in an attempt to gussy herself up for him. If she’s going to earn True Love’s Kiss from this perfect specimen, she’s going to have to work for it. The man chuckles as he looks down at her-- is he gazing? -- and lifts his hand slowly, placing a finger gently upon the top of her head and petting back down her neck, sending a chill down her spine, at least she thinks it’s her spine. She pushes her head towards him again, demanding more attention in an effort to get him to fall for her. It shouldn’t take long; she’s very enchanting. 

  “She’s never been this calm,” the dumb one says, making her snap her head towards him with a glare, shouting at him in disapproval. Killian shushes her soothingly, his finger softly stroking along her stupid feathers once more and making her shut her eyes. 

  “She just needed a bit of attention, it seems.” 

  “We’d best be careful,” someone else says, the bookworm who always thinks she knows everything about swan science. Of course, she probably knows more than Swan Emma. “We wouldn’t want her to imprint on you ,” she seems to joke. 

  “That’s quite alright, isn’t it love?” he asks her, essentially giving her permission to fall in love with this handsome bastard. 

  He comes by a few times a week for the next several months, each time sitting with her in her tiny, dirty nest and not seeming to care that his pants get soiled. She’s always careful to do her business elsewhere, making sure that her prince can sit in comfort when he arrives. She gets angry with him when he brings someone new, a sickly looking male named Graham who she assures is not welcome, so Killian gives up trying to get her to mate with someone. For some reason, they're concerned about her procreating, but she can assure everyone that she will not be giving birth to a damn swan baby while she’s under this curse. 

  One day, when Killian visits near the end of his shift, he’s finally alone, leaving behind the dumb one and the book worm and giving her all of the attention she desires as his strong hand softly pets along her soft feathers. She can’t wait to get rid of these stupid feathers. 

  “You’re quite funny,” he remarks as the sun starts to set. “Unlike any swan I’ve ever met.”

  She squawks at him-- I’m not a damn swan-- and he smiles. “Quire the personality. It always seems like you’re trying to communicate with me.” 

  Yes, you stupid handsome man, that’s exactly right! She tries to nod, lifting and dropping her head in quick succession and making the beauty laugh. She nudges her head against his hand in demand of more pets. 

  “What is it you want me to know, darling?” he asks gently, his voice soft and soothing and deep. 

  She groans, a sound that comes out like a pained cry, and his face shifts. “Are you alright, love?” 

  In pure frustration, Emma drops her head against the man’s chest, likely assaulting him with how badly she smells like bird shit, and he chuckles again, letting his hand run along her feathers some more. “There, there. I know life as a swan must be difficult. All you seem to want is for someone to listen.” 

  She looks up, hoping that her expression conveys her complete and utter irritation at the fact that he’s literally hitting the nail on the head and yet he has no idea. 

  “Such a personality,” he says again. “I’ve got to head home now, love. I’m looking forward to having Chinese for dinner. Perhaps I'll bring you an eggroll tomorrow, or is that insensitive?” 

  She squawks, half because she’s laughing, and half because she would quite literally kill another potential mate for an eggroll. Wanting to beg him not to go, she gives him her best sad face through her inability to emote, and nestles her head against his palm one more time. 

  “I’ll sneak you one, love,” he laughs, and as he does, he finally, finally , leans down towards her, and plants his stupid, dumb, lucious lips upon the top of her stinky bird head. 

  Cramps start to run through her whole stupid bird body, the same ones she felt when she was cursed on Halloween decades ago. He stands, not seeming to notice her pain and discomfort until he’s a few steps away, and he turns back around. “Swan, are you alright?” he asks, as if she could answer, and she shouts back at him wordlessly. 

  She praises whatever gods might be listening as she feels things start to change, her feathers shedding as her skin is exposed to the chilly fall air. The webbing between her toes retracts, her legs turning flesh colored rather than that horrifying orange. Her bill turns back into her nose and mouth, preparing her to smooch her savior rather than peck at him. Finally, she’s back!

  “Bloody fucking hell,” Killian breathes as he stares on, Emma transforming back into her old self, laying in a heap on the ground as she brushes off the dirt and twigs and leaves. 

  “You did it,” she praises before clearing her throat, raw from misuse after all these years. She grins at him as she’s been wanting to since they met, and is met with a horrified, shocked look on his face. His jaw is gaping, his eyes wide as they catch the light of the setting sun. “I knew you would.” 

  “What the fuck?” 

  “You broke the curse,” she says happily, standing up and exposing her nude form to him, cursing the lack of feathers although she vowed she never would. Immediately, he removes his jacket, despite his shock still clearly running through him, and hands it to her. 

  “I did what now?”

  “I was cursed. Why do you think I was such a miserable swan?” 

  He’s looking around, his mouth snapping shut and dropping open in succession as he tries to process the fact that there was a swan in the enclosure just a second ago, and now there’s a frankly beautiful, naked woman standing before him. “You were cursed,” he says doubtfully. 

  “Yes, I was. An evil witch cursed me on Halloween decades ago and I've been stuck in that infernal bird form ever since. All I needed was True Love’s Kiss to break it, but imaging trying to fall in love with someone as a damn bird.” 

  “So you… you fell in love… with me…?” 

  “Obviously,” she smiles, taking a step towards him on shaky legs, tripping and falling into his waiting arms as he catches her, careful not to grope her, although she isn’t sure she would mind. “And you broke the curse, so… Do I have to tell you what that means?”

  “I-- I’m having a lot of trouble processing the fact that I've evidently been in love with a swan for months.” 

  “Well, my name is Emma Swan, so you can be in love with a Swan for the rest of your life, if you’d like.” 

  “Emma,” he murmurs, staring into her eyes and smiling when he seems to recognize her. She’s never been able to see herself in the mirror, because the book worm was worried she would attack it, but based on the way he’s staring, she would guess that the evil witch let her keep her eyes. “Do you know it just happens to be Halloween tonight?”

  “Kismet,” she says softly, gazing up at him. He lifts his hand like he did while she was planted in his lap, and she’s finally able to feel his calloused finger along the skin of her cheek, then of her neck, just as he had done before. 

  “Aye,” he agrees. “The spirit of the holiday does make this whole thing a bit easier to accept.” 

  “Yeah,” she says dismissively. “Now take me home. I was promised an eggroll and I haven't eaten anything but grass and stale bread in almost thirty years.”

~~~~

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[thran-duils]

Lost in Your Current (P.2)

Title: Lost In Your Current (Part Two) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Tony Stark. After the snap, the team realizes that certain males were given Alpha status and certain females were assigned as Omegas, all across the galaxy, as a way to control procreation. Only Omega can give birth now. Both are marked and their DNA is tied through their marks. Tony lost Pepper and fell into depression after being rescued by Carol. Even the information that he could have happiness again could not pull him out. Until the loneliness and his new Alpha gene got to be too much. When Steve contacts him that his Omega had been found, Tony cannot resist to collect her. Words: 3,044 Warnings (for the whole fic): Dub-con, a/b/o elements, smut, forced mating, 18+ as always For this chapter specifically: FORCED. MATING.

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“He’s probably gotten cabin fever and the opportunity for bonding drove him to this,” Carol said, trying to be diplomatic.

“It is alpha arrogance is I what it is! I thought they – Steve and Tony and every other man I worked with that have been afflicted – were insufferable before. This just makes it all that much worse! Thinking they know what’s best and the fucking obnoxious over confidence!” Natasha spat.

Her and everyone else had woken up hours after Tony had left with Y/N. She had immediately gone to the security recordings and saw Tony entering Y/N’s room, cornering her, and knocking her out. As she fell, he activated his suit, holding her up until he could pick her up when the suit was done building around him. He used the suit to blow a hole through the wall with one of his repulsors and left the building that way, cradling Y/N. ‘He couldn’t have used a goddamn door like a normal person?’ Natasha had spat when she saw that.

She turned away from the security recordings and took a deep breath.

“Maybe it’ll be fine. Y/N was on her way to weaning off,” Carol pointed out. “Not the most chivalrous ways to go about collecting her but when she wakes up, she may be comforted by Tony’s presence. That’s the way with Omegas isn’t it? Just having him nearby will calm her.”

Natasha shook her head and pierced Carol with a stony look. Carol closed her mouth, seeing that.

Natasha started firmly, “He should have listened to me! What is more likely to happen is that he’s going to fall into a rut and then he’s going to lose control. Which means he is going to hurt her if she struggles which she is likely to do considering she is not in heat! Or off her suppressants completely in the first place, so even if she’s drawn in by him, it’s not going to be the same as if she was presented to him clear and clean. It’s not going to be good!”

“It worked out with Steve’s omega.”

“Steve locked her away – just like Tony is going to do – and I’m sure the coupling was not gentle. I saw the ghosts of bruises on her cheek and shoulder!”

“Oh…”

Carol had not gone with Natasha to check up on them and Natasha had refrained from divulging those details before.

“Should we go up to his place?” Carol asked quietly. “Get her back?”

Natasha sighed, leaning against the desk, her eyes fixated on the replay of Tony taking Y/N, seriously considering it.

Finally, she admitted, “No. That’ll just make it worse.” She slammed her hand on the desk and stood up straight. “That stupid son of a bitch! The only good thing is that we know she’s going to be safe up there in general with him because he won’t let harm come to her.”

<><><>

You woke in a luxurious bed, stretching out. Your face rubbed against the silk pillowcases, and you sighed in contentment. You sat up immediately realizing you were in a room you did not recognize. Eyes darting, you took in the wall of windows, spotting the tall trees outside and evening fog. And the large flat screen television mounted on the wall across from the bed. It was a room of wood, you realizing you were in a cabin.

The room seemed familiar though.

More accurately…. The scent was familiar. It was all over the bed.

You looked down, pulling the covers completely back, finding yourself in a t shirt and boxers. That was not what you had been wearing. You had been wearing a hospital gown…

The hospital.

It came back to you.

Not a hospital, a facility. Government secret. Natasha Romanoff, along with SHIELD, had had you under surveillance as you came off your suppressants. And then… Tony.

Your eyes looked around the room again, nervous energy thrumming beneath your skin. Where was Tony? And more importantly, where were you?

Slowly pushing the blankets back, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and your feet hit the sheepskin rug running along the side of the bed. You nestled your toes into the softness as you pushed yourself up.

A thought came to you suddenly and your hand slapped up to your neck. No. It had not been penetrated, your mating spot. You thought again of how you were in different clothes and what strength that must have taken him to dress you without taking you. Yet, you could scent him on your skin. He had not resisted touching you.

You stepped off the rug and the hardwood creaked. You grimaced but what did you expect? You took more steps towards the windows, looking down out over the yard. Dusk would fall soon. There was a vast lake, partially hidden by large trees further out. Some deer were grazing in the yard. There was no one in sight and that set you further on edge. You did not want to be alone.

Pulling away from the window, you turned to go towards the bedroom door.

Halfway down the staircase, you saw Tony sitting at the table. And he was already looking up at you, eyes piercing. You stopped on a dime, straightening up, hand gripping the iron railing. He was waiting and you took the bait.

“Where are we?”

“Our cabin.”

“‘Our’ cabin?”

Tony did not miss the resistance in your voice. He closed the hologram he was working on, fully focusing on you. “Yes. Ours… now.”

You scanned the rest of the ground floor, what you could see of it. It truly was just the two of you. You descended the rest of the stairs, keeping a wary eye out. Tony could sense your unease.

He gestured at the seat beside him. “Here. I’ll get you something to eat. Sit.”

You slowly sunk into the chair watching him as he got up and went towards the fridge. He was tense, you could see that in his shoulders. Both of you were on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But the tenseness in him… that was setting the hair on your arms on end. He was worked up… too worked up.

Still, you sat still, not wanting to antagonize him any further.

He brought back a plate with hardboiled eggs and fruit, placing it in front of you. He must have peeled the eggs beforehand in anticipation of feeding you.

“Thank you,” you said gently, pulling the plate towards you.

Tony’s hand reached out, brushing yours, tracing up. And you froze. He merely inhaled deeply as his hand fell away. He had scented you again.

Oh. He was most certainly worked up about you. You knew your cycle was due, the worst time for you to be coming off of your suppressants. And he had put you in his bed, scented your skin with his sheets and his own hands to mark you as his. A warning if there happened to be any Alphas around, which you doubted. But he was possessive. You were destined to be his after all.

“Toast?” he asked.

You gave a curt nod. He set to make that for you, and you kept your eyes on his back as you bit into the egg.

<><><>

He fell asleep later in the evening and you pulled yourself off the couch. He had insisted you sat close as the two of you watched a movie. He was trying to court you, something unnatural for him you assumed having known his reputation throughout the years. He was a celebrity, how could you not know?

He did not stir, and your eyes went to the door.

<><><>

Moments after the screen door closed, FRIDAY piped up on Tony’s watch, startling him awake.

“Sir, your guest utilized the front door.”

Tony turned towards the door, shaking his grogginess. Y/N was indeed not in the cabin, and he got up from the couch quickly, moving towards the door. Rage was quickly overtaking as he thought of her trying to leave him.

<><><>

You were bolting towards the dock and came to a stop at the end of it. It was vast. And you could not spot any other houses along the lake from here. You had no hope of escaping this remote place without his help. He held the keys to the boat in the boat house and to his car.

You were truly stuck here.

“Y/N!” you heard his voice bellow across the yard.

Whipping around, you saw him quickly closing the distance.

Your heart started to hammer, realizing what you had probably done to him. You had come out to check your surroundings without him watching over your shoulder. But by sneaking off, you had certainly flamed his Alpha, causing him to fly into a rut at your absence. Even further than it had been before. You had been warned about this in the underground; it was dangerous to do this, especially to your Alpha you had been destined with.

Without much thought, you dove off the dock and swam to try to hide yourself in the brush along the lake. Hoping pathetically that the scent of the water would do some to hide you from him until you could find a clear path back inside and lock the door until he calmed down.

Your lungs were bursting but you did not surface again until you were beneath the branches overreaching the lake to the right of the dock. You did your best to keep quiet. You heard him calling your name angrily, his pacing on the dock. He could not tell which direction you had swam to, the right or to the left to the boat house.

Through the branches, you clung to one, watching him as you floated.

He looked furious, territorial. His eyes were searching for the lake and in the succumbing darkness, you knew it was harder for him to see if you had surfaced anywhere.

Stupid.

You should have waited longer to go wandering.

But if you had waited longer, you may have also been mated. You had been stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Tony started storming back up the dock towards land and went to the left towards the boat house. When he disappeared inside, you crawled out of the lake, your bare feet sinking into the mud as you made your way back through the shrubbery and back into the yard.

You gasped when you set off a motion sensor light and your head whipped towards where the boathouse was. It was only a split second before he emerged again, eyes directly at you.

“Y/N!” he called out threateningly as he took off towards you, his tone woven with his Alpha tone.

It was powerful. You felt your knees go weak upon hearing it. He must have studied up, practiced. Tony Stark was not a stupid man by any means, and he had no doubt been given intel about how the Alpha and Omega connections worked. Or maybe he was just a natural.

Regardless, you fought against your jelly legs as he was gaining on you. He was getting close and you swore at yourself loudly in your head, tearing away from the spot as you gained control again. He let out a roar of frustration as you sprinted away from him.

You tried to run back inside. You flew up the stairs, breath short. You felt his hand at your back, grabbing hold of the fabric. You stumbled as he yanked, and it slowed your movement. With a rough tug, you lurched forward though, and your hand was on the screen door, throwing it open. You did not care to try to close it as you came into the cabin, hand landing on the edge of the door. You went to slam it closed.

Tony was too quick though, barreling straight into it, coming in through the still wide-open screen door.

You were sent spiraling onto your backside with his force. Tony was on you in the blink of an eye, pawing. His knees were on the outsides of your thighs, holding you down to the ground.

“Y/N! Stop it!” he demanded, his hands gripping your wrists painfully to stop your thrashing.

Panting, you stared up at him, stilling your movement. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, eyes blown wide from lust. At the sight of you still, a possible sign of acceptance, he ground his hips slightly as he tested your temperament out. He was so close. And he smelled so good and was holding you so tightly. It was what he was supposed to do and what you were supposed to do was obey him. He wanted to mate.

Supposed to.

You took the opportunity that he was distracted to yank a hand towards you, and you bit his hand roughly.

He shouted angrily, letting go, pulling back. It gave you the momentum to toss him off of you and you scrambled away from him. You almost lost your footing on the hardwood, but you regained it quickly. Another Alpha roar tore from his throat, sending a wave of dismay through you that your Alpha was upset and upset with you specifically. You were panicking as you heard him following you. Circling the stairs, you went to go up them. You could lock yourself in the bedroom. The door was heavy and that could hold him until he calmed down enough.

Tony’s hand closed in on your calf as you took to the stairs, and he yanked you back. You collided with the stairs painfully on your stomach and elbows, the air forced from your lungs on the impact, and he was holding you there suspended on the bottom of the stairs.

“Making me hurt you,” he snarled as he struggled with you. “Why can’t you just be good like you’re supposed to?”

“Alpha!” you begged pathetically.

That only drove him more insane. Tony groaned, tearing your boxers down your thighs, and yanking them off from around your feet.

You tried to scramble away again, a hand slapping on the next stair up, but he barked, “Omega!”

That caused you to freeze, your hormones overwhelming you. It was so hard; your soon-to-be mated brain was clashing with you. You were in pain, fighting him. Not just physically but mentally. Your body wanted to give in so badly; you were already wet. But your sensible side was pleading with you to fight back.

Tony’s fingers were in your pussy and your sensible side was quickly becoming overshadowed. Alpha was holding you tightly, working you up, prepping you like he should. Just so he could take care of you. You were safe in his embrace. You felt his hard cock pressing at your thighs.

No no no no. You were pulling away again. Or tried to.

Tony hiked your hips up and he drove himself home. You squirmed, trying to get away from his grip, to pull away so his cock was not in you. Tony responded angrily. He fought you, pinning you tighter against the stairs with his weight.

“You want this Omega, you need this,” he breathed shakily, his cock pulling slowly in and out. You were becoming more wet, giving him lubrication. It felt like you were adjusting specifically for him, his cock fitting perfectly inside you, no matter how deep he went. Your body was betraying you, responding to him and not yourself. And he was taking advantage of it to the fullest. He groaned as he buried himself again to the hilt this time. “So tight, Omega. You’re mine. All mine. Always going to be mine.”

The sound of your slick and his pelvis bouncing off of your ass filled the space.

Yes. Yes. You arched your back and it allowed him to drive deeper, drawing a groan of approval from him. You melted underneath the sound of it.

His. You were Alpha’s. You were sinking beneath the fog that had threatened to overtake you. You were desperate to please him. Your fingers spread out on the stairs as you relaxed ever so slightly, letting him drive easier up into you even further.

Alpha was happy with that.

“What did I say? See? You want it. So badly. Mine. Mine,” Alpha was giving broken husks of praise as he drove himself into you. “Perfect for me.”

It felt so good, you were drowning in his scent.

You pressed back onto him for more, but he took that as a threat and he let out a low, rumbling growl. You stopped the pressure, whimpering in submission.

Alpha was not having it though, his hand holding tighter. You felt the tightness in your core and you were quickly becoming breathless as you felt the oncoming wave.

<><><>

Tony’s hold on her neck was going to bruise, he sensed that even above his Alpha rut. But he simply did not care. She had fought back, tried to run, disobeyed him above everything else. She was never going to do that again. He was going to make sure of that.

His teeth dug into her mark, and she cried out. She tasted as sweet as she smelled to him. His cock brushed her sweet spot and she whined. It was a siren song and he fell under the wave of it.

She went lax, whimpering. He practically purred at the physical submission.

Finally.

“So good, Omega. Taking me so well,” Tony praised against her neck, much to her pleasure. She loved praise, that much he had discerned. He kissed roughly as he worked her up. Her breath was becoming short, and he knew she was close. He was so eager to fill her up.

He moved quicker feeling her so close now that he had bit. And she fell quickly, quivering around him, crying out in release. The tightness was too much. His cock was thickening, and he moaned.

“Gonna breed you, Omega. You’re going to be so beautiful, round with my child,” Tony husked against her neck. She whined needily and he let go, fully seated inside her, coating her walls. His groan was loud and long.

~~~

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[daisys-gard3n]

Just got off work, I'm tired and horny so have some various assorted Thots™️

- Shark!mer Squalo and hexapus(cuz talking head only has six limbs)!Tiziano taking an interest in u and breeding u with Tizianos eggs n Squalos cum stuffing u to the brim

- moth Risotto not realizing the effect his pheromones has on you, a human, until his breeding season starts and he's now dealing with a very horny human who is wiggling for more than he can physically fit in them so he has to pin u down and keep his cock in u to keep the eggs from slipping out

-literally any of the service tops in jjba noticing you're grumpy and stressed from overworking yourself so they force u to self care and fuck you so thoroughly that you have the call in the next day bc u can't walk and they're just next to you like :) oh no :) guess I gotta :) take care of you :)

- the doms (I'm thinkin more specifically Lulu, Prosciutto, etc) easing you into subspace so deep that when they move you in front of a mirror and order you to admit you're hot, you can't do anything but babble the affirmations. Bonus points if this is yanderes who have Had It with you having negative self esteem you are Wonderful you are Lovely you are GOING to love yourself damn it

Probably more in the future but thats all I got on the brain rn lmao -🛤 (railed anon)

You give all this food???? For free????

- Biology got in the way of their quaint life in the sea, their urge to breed and procreate grew stronger every day and there were literally no females in the general area on the seafloor for kilometers. Poor Squalo was taking it hard, Tiziano could no longer keep up satisfying his lover's needs . No matter how many tentacles Tiziano used or his cock, Squalo would automatically rut against a surface and mutter to himself about wanting to breed and to create offspring. And it's not like Tiziano wasn't feeling it either, he felt the urge to go to land and snatch a human female of all things just so he could lay his eggs inside of her and make her give birth to his brood. But he managed to force himself away from shore to not give into his desires.

They use a small cave connecting the land and ocean as their secret lair, trying to get off with each other and trying to contain their urges for the meantime. But that tiny human just had to wander in, smelling so fertile and looking so adorable in a swimsuit and a jacket covering it. You walked closer to the pool of water, thinking it looked cool and thought you could find some cool sea shells or something - only to have tentacles grab onto your limbs and drag you into the water. With Tiziano using some of his tentacles binding you and keeping your head above water from behind, and Squalo who swam up to you with the fin on his back ripping through the water until you saw those hazy ocean blue eyes staring at you like a piece of meat. Just bite marks, lips, tentacle suckers, and rough hands handling you as you were stuffed with one tendril-like cock wriggling inside of you and able to brush against your cervix and make you cum so hard around it as Tiziano laid his eggs inside of you. Then you felt Squalo shove two barbed cocks inside of you at one, stuffing you full and rutting into you roughly as he tried to reach for his orgasm and wanting to breed you.

"Squalo, you're going to break them if you keep going so rough. We need this human to keep breeding, who else is going to take our eggs and cum so good, hm? This tiny human needs to be taken care of, Amore. H-Hng, oh, I could get addicted to their tight holes."

"A-Ah, fuck, fuck fuck! I-I wanna breed them so fucking bad. I-I need to cum inside of them! A-Ah, fuck! H-Hnng, so tight! A-Ah~! Aaah! Hahh~! Fuck, cum around me. Y-Yeah, I'm gonna breed you so much. You're going to have my pups, tiny human!"

- Risotto during his mating season is a horny monster, but he didn't want to impede it on you. He was just going to lock himself up in his portion of the house and hopefully get over it. That was until you got a good whiff of his pheromones and you were all over him, it was an invitation to rip you clothes off and rut into your tight hole as you moaned so deliciously for him. At one point, you flipped him over and started to sink yourself on his cock, making one pair of his hands grip onto your waist and the other play with your chest as you fucked yourself on his large and tendril-like cock.

His wings flapped furiously with pleasure as he came inside of you, reaching you so deep inside of your cervix as he filled your insides with his hot cum. But he had to be quick - the end of his ovipositor rising up and extending to replace his cock with it so that his eggs could fill you up on the inside. Risotto was going to comfort you, but stopped when you moaned and bucked your hips at the feeling of hundreds of eggs filling your uterus. He could feel his cock twitch and wriggle with life seeing the erotic sight, you bouncing on his ovipositor and trying to get yourself stuffed to the brim as you babbled incoherently and drooled. But when you tried to milk it was when the problem occured, when eggs started to drip the sides of the ovipositor from out of your used cunt. Risotto had to let his four hands go to you and shove you so deep onto his ovipositior, making it slip so deep inside of your uterus and to continue filling you up alongside his cum and holding you down so that nothing drips out. His cock was writhing and leaking with precum from the erotic sight.

"A-Ah, fuck. Y-You're too tiny, you can fit anymore. O-Oh, fuck. H-Hng, fuck, I wanna breed you again so bad...I-I wanna fill you up so much more that you look like you're going to have my kids right now...O-Oh, fuck. Bounce on it more, please. I need to breed you so good!"

- This is some real Bruno Buccellati or Noriaki Kakyoin shit right here. They just pick you up from your office chair and make you actually clean yourself, feed yourself, get out of your work clothes into your comfy (and kinda erotic) oversized t-shirt, and put you to bed. They would actually get in the shower with you to help wash your hair if you feel like you can't do it and brush your hair while you sit in front of them with your back turned.

They see you're frustrated from overwork and decide there to break your back for ✨mental health✨. Full on mating press, eating you out until youre shaking and crying, rearranging your guts, and filling you up with so much cum.

And when you have to make that call into work, they're just smiling. "Oh, what a shame. Guess I need to take care of you more."

Like they aint the cause of it.

- real soft (yet rough) dom energy here. I can see them stuffing you full with his cock while he forces you in to look in the mirror.

"Look at yourself. Don't you see how gorgeous you are? These beautiful curves, this soft skin, this adorable mouth, this beautiful complextion. Look at how sexy your chest is, how good you take me in...Don't you think so? Answer me."

"Y-Yea...I-I'm b-beautiful and...And I'm sexy..

I-I'm always pretty!"

"Mm, that's right. You're always so beautiful, look how well you take this cock. Say it again."

"I-I'm...Beautiful!"

And he'll make you repeat if and telling yourself that you live yourself until you cum. Kissing ylu on the temple as you twitch in his arms.

[aiiwa]

oooouu congrats on 500 lovely :)). uhm the 3 characters are daichi, meian and mattsun (all three fucking daddies pls rail me)

ahhhh thank you bby <3 hehe, this was lowkey hard too ahskdkld

FUCK - matsukawa issei. uhhh have y’all seen cardi b and offset’s music video for ‘clout’? ah yeah this has just been stuck on my mind.

whenever your friends decided to share the details of their sex lives, you remained rather inconspicuous. or at least you tried to. almost everyone knew how well-endowed your boyfriend was, thanks to the classic ‘accidentally posting his nudes on his story’ situation back in high school. so each time you refused to indulge in the secrets of your own sex life, they began to make their assumptions you neither agreed or denied to being true.

it ranged from how you probably just had to lie there on your back and take it all, to how you possibly couldn’t fit the entirety of him inside you - you would be absolutely wrecked apparently. well shit, if only they could see you now.

the poor dining room chair creaked each time your ass slapped against mattsun’s bare thighs as you rode him. your fingers dug into his shoulders, his own big hands doing the same to your hips, as you bounced on his fat cock; lewd squelching of your pussy sucking him in, could be heard with your pants and his groans. the two of you had been trying to have a simple dinner, before one snarky and teasing comment, turned into you being impaled on his cock.

“fuck, baby, only you could ever take me all in like that.” mattsun moaned into your neck, nipping at your sensitive spot. “you a fucking goddess or somethin’?” the praise spread across your chest, and shot straight down to your pussy as you came undone all over him.

MARRY - meian shugo. i am in love with this man.

ah, babies...the idea of them had terrified you your entire life. with previous partners you had always made it known you had no plans to procreate then or in the future; birth control quick to become your best friend. but then you met meian, and suddenly you thought to yourself, ‘i wouldn’t mind creating a baby that’s half of this man.’ when you had told your husband as much, he laughed, pulled you in for a kiss and had said, ‘whatever ya want, doll.’

what you hadn’t expected, was for him to accidentally blabber and tell, not only your own mother, but his too - that the two of you had begun to try for a baby. it had been over a month now, and the incoming calls had been non-stop.

“i bet its your mother again.” you say once your ringtone blasts from your side table.

you didn’t even glance at the device, trying to busy yourself with the book in your lap. meian emerges from the bathroom, shirtless and easily stealing your attention, as he walks to your side and makes a face at the contact name flashing across your screen. he swipes his thumb to end the call, before putting in on silent. you place your book to the side, when he slides himself over you, wrapping big arms around your waist and pressing his face against your chest.

“m’sorry doll, shoulda kept quiet ‘bout it.” his voice is muffled, and you only chuckle lightly, tugging at his dark hair.

“it’s alright baby, besides i know a way to stop the phone calls.” he lifts his head from your chest, taking in the cheeky glint in your eyes. “just put a baby in me already.”

KISS - sawamura daichi. a man in uniform just does it for me, ya know?

every morning before you left for work was the same. you’d cook a small breakfast for you and daichi, well he worked on coffee for the two of you. after that you’d check over everything you needed for the day, reminding daichi to take his lunch; and when the two of you were ready to leave, you’d stop in front of each other by the door. you’d fix his tie, taking a dig at how he should know how to do it properly; to which he’d laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your are and telling you that he likes the way you do it. and then he’d lean down, and press his lips sweetly against your own, nipping at your lip when you’d try to deepen the kiss and make the two of you late.

this morning was different. you’d been called in for an emergency, so you had missed out on breakfast, had to make do with on-the-go coffee, and you didn’t get your goodbye kiss. you were a bit cranky, so when lunch rolled around and your coworker said you had a visitor, you were confused. until you spotted daichi at the end of the hallway, walking right towards you.

he looked absolutely handsome in his uniform that fit him just right, pants tightening around his thighs with each stride and the sleeves of his button up shirt digging into his bulging arms. coming to a stop next to you, you couldn’t help but giggle at his crooked tie; before looking up at meet his warm brown eyes.

“dai, what are you doing here?”

he tugged off his hat, before leaning down and angling your face to meet his. “well, my angel was in such a rush this morning, i though i’d pop in and collect my kiss.”

and with that his lips are pressed to yours, moulding against your own sweetly. he even allows his tongue to brush against yours, and at your moan, he pulls away slightly. “well, since i’m here let me take my girl out for lunch, yeah? i’m really craving for some dessert today too.”

FMK CLOSED.

[ktheist]

Can I request Tsundere!Yoongi from sentence starters fluff 3. “Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?” Thank you! 🥰

“have you seen my hoodie?”

“no...”

“you’re wearing it aren’t you?

muses. human tsundere!yoongi x cat hybrid!reader

warning: implied smut

note. this is also posted on my other blog because it wasn’t showing up on searches. i’m posting this here as well as a formality!

x

are all humans this odd?

min yoongi gazed at you like you’ve got the most magnificent horns in the kingdom. silly, cats don’t have horns. minotaurs do.

you’ve met a few on your journey to find a mate. they’re not very nice. their heads are too big for their little feet. their dicks are big though. not that they’ll get anywhere with that kind of personality.

and you say journey but actually, you venture a little beyond the borders of the felidae’s territory because all the males tend to go for your elder sisters, leaving you with nothing but your fingerpads to get you through your heat.

this year, you’ve decided to find yourself another species, a different breed. white lions are too possessive, stallions tend to mate with too many, songbirds are get attached too easily and you can’t kiss vipers without being intoxicated on their essences.

you keep walking, deep in thoughts as the trees you pass by start looking the exact same. before you know it, the forest line cedes and the blades of grass that caress your soles have turned to hard, solid earth.

in front of you, stands a boy - your nose crinkles - no, at first sight, those sleepy eyes and slightly puckered lips look like that of a boy’s but this- this person without any distinct feature to identify his breed, is definitely a man.

min yoongi is a man in every sense of instinct.

“wh-what are you doing?” that’s when his droopy eyes come to life, and as you said, as if you bear two magnificent horns on your head.

but he’s not looking at your head. he’s looking at your chest.

“oof!” you breathe out at the soft material that lands on your face, the scent engulfing you smells strongly of him.

what is he?

“w-wear that,” his voice trembles but you’re more interested in this fur-like material he’s telling you to wear. it has one big hole and three smaller ones.

“fuck’s sake, all i wanted was some mushrooms for dinner,” odd. yoongi, he-

“do all your kinds speak to yourselves?” you ask once your ears pop out of one of the holes and then your head.

“don’t your kinds?” he answers, sighing before crossing the distance between you and him and placing a hand on top of your head, “you’re wearing it wrong. don’t you hybrids have clothes?”

the world goes dark for the briefest moment as you feel the material - clothes, he says? - shift around and finally gets pulled over your head. the hole is much larger and comfier around your neck.

“it’s warm,” you hum, rubbing your cheek against the material on your shoulder, “it smells good too. it smells like you.”

you’re not sure why but his species get red especially on his cheeks and ears.

“th-thanks, i guess.”

“you’re welcome.” you grin.

x

“so why were you walking around in the forest owned by humans?” yoongi asks when he closes the movable plank that’s attached to his cube-looking cave. it’s well carved.

ah, so the journey you initially set out has lead you far beyond the felidae territory.

“are you a human?” you answer his question with another question.

he doesn’t seem to care and instead starts making a fire and setting up shiny containers on the fire. you expect him to start cursing and looking distressed again when the container melts - are all humans this stupid? - but the container remains intact in its natural form.

is it metal?

metal is the only thing that can withstand fire but the pantheras tend to keep the those for themselves to make arrowheads.

you shiver at the remembrance of those golden eyes. the pantheras may have been part of the fedilaes but they’ve long since abandoned their origins, claiming that they were more superior.

“you can have some mushroom soup and leave, i’m sure a kid like you can find her way home,” he has a similar material - clothes - that and put it on while you were deep in your thoughts.

“i’m not a kid - well, i haven’t mated yet, but i’m not a kid,” you say.

he laughs. it’s the kind of laugh that those arrogant minatours do but he’s actually cute so you’ll let it slide, “yeah? so how old are you?”

“in fidelae years, twenty-three,” you say, bringing your legs to your chest under the ‘clothes’ and hugging yourself, enjoying the softness of the material until a loud clang reverberates from where he is.

you’re on your feet in an instant, padding towards where the human male is, cupping his hand and gazing down at it with a sort of grimace.

“give it to me,” you say, gently prying his uninjured hand off and directing his finger to your lips.

it takes a few seconds for the blood to stop flowing from the cut, when it does, you release his finger, giving it a few licks before looking up at yoongi who’s face has turned beet red yet again.

you pick up the scent of his arousal as he looks again, muttering a “th-thanks, but you shouldn’t do that to other people - not even males of your kind, got it?”

“yoongi,” you finally say his name, fingers tugging on the hem of his ‘clothes’, “if you don’t want me to treat other males like that, then take me. make me yours.”

when he twists his porcelain neck to face you - he looks like all the blood in his body is rushing to his head. it’s a surprise that he hasn’t exploded. but you guess, as he cups your cheek in his hands, the trace of blood from the cut brushing against your skin and crashes his lips on yours - he explodes in a different way.

x

min yoongi tastes divine. like the dew drop of first light after the blue moon. he tastes different from you.

you might have been a little curious and decided to lick your juice coated fingers after you’d taken care of yourself.

“y-your teeth-” he stammers, propping his elbows on the thing he calls bed as he looks at you with the most adorable lust-filled gaze.

you ran your tongue over your canines. well, they never hurt you but they’re still pretty sharp. either way, you’ve licked him enough to know just how good he tastes like.

he tastes divine but he must feel better.

you grin, traces of your excitement pouring over his hardened dick as you stand over it on your knees, “thank you for accepting me as your mate for this year!”

and then you take him all the way to the hilt. the pent up frustrations from all those years you’ve lost to your sisters when it comes to finding a mate blooms in your core and spreads all over your body like sweet, sweet venom.

do all human dicks feel this good?

yoongi’s making the prettiest sound with that pretty face of his as you bounce on his dick. and he lets you do whatever you want. you heard from your sisters that the males of your kin have too big of an ego to let the females take the lead.

“take the hoodie off,” yoongi tugs on the hem of your own clothes.

“why? it’s so comfy!” you whine but know that you’d succumb those pretty pink lips and those clouded eyes anyway.

“i wanna touch you too.”

and so the clothes -hoodie - comes off. and all of a sudden, you’re the shy little kitten that’s hiding her face in her hands as the human male teases your erect nipples. then he pulls you lower until his mouth traps your nipple and his other hand starts coaxing your hips to move again - you’re not sure why or when you stopped.

but you’ve shed off some of the shyness as your bodies mold together into one and an unfamiliar yet familiar spasms of climax shoots through your body.

you end up reaching for the hoodie despite yoongi’s complaints - something about “can’t be naked alone”. he declines your offer to help him into his own hoodie and opts for wrapping his arms around you, his chin on the top of your head and his jawline brushing against the side of your ears, “i’ll keep warm like this.”

x

humans may be odd but they’ve got good stamina. every waking moment of your and yoongi’s lives, you both spend them tangled in his bed or cuddled up on his couch - sometimes you end up on the floor, and that’s nice too because yoongi lends you his arm as a pillow while you cuddle up to him.

but lately, something seems to be bothering him and you find out why on the last day of your heat.

“you thanked me for being your mate for this year... do you change mates every year?” he’s staring at the ceiling with a sort of thoughtfulness that’s never usually there.

he’s either sleepy or horny most of the time.

other times he gets up to cook for the two of you.

“we’re encouraged to look for different mates in order to find the strongest that we can use to bear children with and continue the royal bloodline but the nobles and below don’t need to try so hard to find mates. they usually stay with their first mate.”

yoongi’s thoughtful hum vibrates under your fingerpads that lie on his chest - you enjoy feeling the different patterns of his heartbeat.

“wait... are you a royal?” his wide eyes gaze into you like the first time you met, as if you’ve grown horns on your head.

“my father is amun, the conqueror of the kingdom,” you nod, “but since i’m the youngest, the pressure to procreate isn’t that big, i doubt anyone notices i’ve been away for three months. i should probably go back.”

“yeah,” he looks like he’s about to cry any moment, “you should,” but he turns away before you can say anything.

x

ever since yesterday, yoongi’s been acting odd.

cold and distant, as if you’re both strangers living under the same roof. you want to wait until he wakes up to tell him goodbye but it’s a few hours past first light and your guardians, having been lifted from their heat, may be searching high and low for you. so you slip out of yoongi’s bed and out of the plank - door.

as you thought, jennie and lisa were on the verge of crying and going to your father to offer their heads for failing to find out their master’s whareabouts.

“my lady,” jennie nose crinkles as she takes repeated whiffs of your scent, “this scent- it doesn’t belong to a felidae.”

“did you mate with a pathera?” lisa’s round eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

you giggle before bringing your index finger to your lips, “shh, don’t tell father but- he’s a human.”

“a-a human?” jennie whispers under her breath, “my lady, you know what they say about humans! th-they’re like gods! they have the purest forms without tails or thorns on their body!”

“i know, that’s why you two must keep it a secret.” you say but the moment you walk down the pillars leading to the throne, you know everyone can smell the scent of yoongi on you.

your sisters’ alarmed gazes doesn’t go past you but you take your spot on the far end of the throne anyway.

“___ - you- who was your mate?” your sister, agatha, asks.

she’s been rubbing the fact that she’s had more mates than your years of living.

“why should i tell you?” you shoot her a victorious grin.

she huffs, displeased, “wait until father knows about this.”

and as if on cue, the horn begins to blow and silence settles all over the throne as a beast larger than two- no, three felidaes in their beast forms combined, struts down the pillared isle, his steps light and graceful as is his transformation as the beast gets on two paws and takes the remaining of his steps on his two feet.

“felidaes, thank you for gathering here on this wonderful day after yet another successful mating season. i look forward welcoming new cubs to our prides,” he announces.

“and to ___, my youngest, when will i be able to meet this human mate of yours?” he turns to you, pride laced around his words as agatha and the rest of the people’s eyes widen at the word ‘human’.

you giggle, feeling the blood rushing to your face - this must have been how yoongi felt every time his face goes red, “father, you know how humans are different from us. please give us more time.”

x

humans are odd.

min yoongi especially so.

he acts like nothing’s changed from the time you were living with him to the time you’ve left him. it may have been a short period - has it been a month? - of running away from the ladies that try to pry the story of you and your human mate and the males that sudden have their attention turned to you, trying to court you with offerings of the ancient relics and deepest colored gems.

your tail sways over the ledge of the window as you watch the human male set walk pass you and set up the table before going back to the kitchen only to stop midway. as if he’s seen a ghost.

oh well, at least it isn’t horns.

then he slowly turns to you with eyes round and awake - shocked and disbelieved, even.

“____, y-you came back?” he stammers out.

you grin, hopping off the ledge and bounding right into his arms, your own wrapped around his neck whilst your naked breasts press up against his chest, “i missed your hoodie, so i came back.”

yoongi looks like he’s about to scold you and cry at the same time, but he does neither. instead, he cups your cheeks in his hands and kisses you like he’s never had a drop of water since the day you left.

and you kiss back, savoring the taste of your human mate whom you’ve chosen to spend your whole life with.

you spend your days cuddled together in his sheets like you did before except you’re not licking his neck with every chance you get - it’s the part where he smells most divine besides his dick.

it turns out a human’s heat is all year round. during winter, his hand slips under the hoodie and touches your lower lips. during summer, he keeps trying to take off the hoodie. in autumn and spring, he doesn’t mind the hoodie as much. but you suppose you can’t be hogging all of them at once.

“have you seen my hoodie?” he means the one he claims to be his and is supposed to be steal-proof.

the bright red one with a skull at the back.

you feel your ears perking at the word, thankfully the hood’s covering your head, “no...”

a good few seconds pass without yoongi saying anything, before he sighs, “you’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

underneath your black hoodie, a piece of bright red peeks from the neckline. so you peek up at the human male, laughing sheepishly, “it’s just so comfy and it smells like you...”

“i should start charging you for fees,” he plants his hands on either sides of you, resting his forehead on yours as he smirks deviously.

“f-fees?” you laugh, “w-well, the kingdom is filled with minerals you humans seem to love.”

“pay up with your body,” there’s a glint in his eyes - the kind that used to get buried beneath blushed skin and shyly closed eyes.

you feel your ears perking up, your tail swaying behind you as you tilt your head in just the right angle to kiss his lips. when you pull away, his face is glowing beet red.

“okay, i paid my dues, right?” you shoot him one of your smiles.

he looks like he has more to say, disappointed even, but he settles with a “y-yeah.”

tugging on his hand and swiftly pulling him down onto the bed, cradling his waist. his face looks like it’s about to explode. you giggle.

“you- you’re teasing me,” his forehead creases and he looks like he’s about to kill you and kiss you at the same time.

humans are odd.

min yoongi, especially so.

x

note. reminder that this drabble is also up on my other blog!

[zephyoongist]

“have you seen my hoodie?”

“no...”

“you’re wearing it aren’t you?

warning: implied smut

x

are all humans this odd?

min yoongi gazed at you like you’ve got the most magnificent horns in the kingdom. silly, cats don’t have horns. minotaurs do.

you’ve met a few on your journey to find a mate. they’re not very nice. their heads are too big for their little feet. their dicks are big though. not that they’ll get anywhere with that kind of personality.

and you say journey but actually, you venture a little beyond the borders of the felidae’s territory because all the males tend to go for your elder sisters, leaving you with nothing but your fingerpads to get you through your heat.

this year, you’ve decided to find yourself another species, a different breed. white lions are too possessive, stallions tend to mate with too many, songbirds are get attached too easily and you can’t kiss vipers without being intoxicated on their essences.

you keep walking, deep in thoughts as the trees you pass by start looking the exact same. before you know it, the forest line cedes and the blades of grass that caress your soles have turned to hard, solid earth.

in front of you, stands a boy - your nose crinkles - no, at first sight, those sleepy eyes and slightly puckered lips look like that of a boy’s but this- this person without any distinct feature to identify his breed, is definitely a man.

min yoongi is a man in every sense of instinct.

“wh-what are you doing?” that’s when his droopy eyes come to life, and as you said, as if you bear two magnificent horns on your head.

but he’s not looking at your head. he’s looking at your chest.

“oof!” you breathe out at the soft material that lands on your face, the scent engulfing you smells strongly of him.

what is he?

“w-wear that,” his voice trembles but you’re more interested in this fur-like material he’s telling you to wear. it has one big hole and three smaller ones.

“fuck’s sake, all i wanted was some mushrooms for dinner,” odd. yoongi, he-

“do all your kinds speak to yourselves?” you ask once your ears pop out of one of the holes and then your head.

“don’t your kinds?” he answers, sighing before crossing the distance between you and him and placing a hand on top of your head, “you’re wearing it wrong. don’t you hybrids have clothes?”

the world goes dark for the briefest moment as you feel the material - clothes, he says? - shift around and finally gets pulled over your head. the hole is much larger and comfier around your neck.

“it’s warm,” you hum, rubbing your cheek against the material on your shoulder, “it smells good too. it smells like you.”

you’re not sure why but his species get red especially on his cheeks and ears.

“th-thanks, i guess.”

“you’re welcome.” you grin.

x

“so why were you walking around in the forest owned by humans?” yoongi asks when he closes the movable plank that’s attached to his cube-looking cave. it’s well carved.

ah, so the journey you initially set out has lead you far beyond the felidae territory.

“are you a human?” you answer his question with another question.

he doesn’t seem to care and instead starts making a fire and setting up shiny containers on the fire. you expect him to start cursing and looking distressed again when the container melts - are all humans this stupid? - but the container remains intact in its natural form.

is it metal?

metal is the only thing that can withstand fire but the pantheras tend to keep the those for themselves to make arrowheads.

you shiver at the remembrance of those golden eyes. the pantheras may have been part of the fedilaes but they’ve long since abandoned their origins, claiming that they were more superior.

“you can have some mushroom soup and leave, i’m sure a kid like you can find her way home,” he has a similar material - clothes - that and put it on while you were deep in your thoughts.

“i’m not a kid - well, i haven’t mated yet, but i’m not a kid,” you say.

he laughs. it’s the kind of laugh that those arrogant minatours do but he’s actually cute so you’ll let it slide, “yeah? so how old are you?”

“in fidelae years, twenty-three,” you say, bringing your legs to your chest under the ‘clothes’ and hugging yourself, enjoying the softness of the material until a loud clang reverberates from where he is.

you’re on your feet in an instant, padding towards where the human male is, cupping his hand and gazing down at it with a sort of grimace.

“give it to me,” you say, gently prying his uninjured hand off and directing his finger to your lips.

it takes a few seconds for the blood to stop flowing from the cut, when it does, you release his finger, giving it a few licks before looking up at yoongi who’s face has turned beet red yet again.

you pick up the scent of his arousal as he looks again, muttering a “th-thanks, but you shouldn’t do that to other people - not even males of your kind, got it?”

“yoongi,” you finally say his name, fingers tugging on the hem of his ‘clothes’, “if you don’t want me to treat other males like that, then take me. make me yours.”

when he twists his porcelain neck to face you - he looks like all the blood in his body is rushing to his head. it’s a surprise that he hasn’t exploded. but you guess, as he cups your cheek in his hands, the trace of blood from the cut brushing against your skin and crashes his lips on yours - he explodes in a different way.

x

min yoongi tastes divine. like the dew drop of first light after the blue moon. he tastes different from you.

you might have been a little curious and decided to lick your juice coated fingers after you’d taken care of yourself.

“y-your teeth-” he stammers, propping his elbows on the thing he calls bed as he looks at you with the most adorable lust-filled gaze.

you ran your tongue over your canines. well, they never hurt you but they’re still pretty sharp. either way, you’ve licked him enough to know just how good he tastes like.

he tastes divine but he must feel better.

you grin, traces of your excitement pouring over his hardened dick as you stand over it on your knees, “thank you for accepting me as your mate for this year!”

and then you take him all the way to the hilt. the pent up frustrations from all those years you’ve lost to your sisters when it comes to finding a mate blooms in your core and spreads all over your body like sweet, sweet venom.

do all human dicks feel this good?

yoongi’s making the prettiest sound with that pretty face of his as you bounce on his dick. and he lets you do whatever you want. you heard from your sisters that the males of your kin have too big of an ego to let the females take the lead.

“take the hoodie off,” yoongi tugs on the hem of your own clothes.

“why? it’s so comfy!” you whine but know that you’d succumb those pretty pink lips and those clouded eyes anyway.

“i wanna touch you too.”

and so the clothes -hoodie - comes off. and all of a sudden, you’re the shy little kitten that’s hiding her face in her hands as the human male teases your erect nipples. then he pulls you lower until his mouth traps your nipple and his other hand starts coaxing your hips to move again - you’re not sure why or when you stopped.

but you’ve shed off some of the shyness as your bodies mold together into one and an unfamiliar yet familiar spasms of climax shoots through your body.

you end up reaching for the hoodie despite yoongi’s complaints - something about “can’t be naked alone”. he declines your offer to help him into his own hoodie and opts for wrapping his arms around you, his chin on the top of your head and his jawline brushing against the side of your ears, “i’ll keep warm like this.”

x

humans may be odd but they’ve got good stamina. every waking moment of your and yoongi’s lives, you both spend them tangled in his bed or cuddled up on his couch - sometimes you end up on the floor, and that’s nice too because yoongi lends you his arm as a pillow while you cuddle up to him.

but lately, something seems to be bothering him and you find out why on the last day of your heat.

“you thanked me for being your mate for this year... do you change mates every year?” he’s staring at the ceiling with a sort of thoughtfulness that’s never usually there.

he’s either sleepy or horny most of the time.

other times he gets up to cook for the two of you.

“we’re encouraged to look for different mates in order to find the strongest that we can use to bear children with and continue the royal bloodline but the nobles and below don’t need to try so hard to find mates. they usually stay with their first mate.”

yoongi’s thoughtful hum vibrates under your fingerpads that lie on his chest - you enjoy feeling the different patterns of his heartbeat.

“wait... are you a royal?” his wide eyes gaze into you like the first time you met, as if you’ve grown horns on your head.

“my father is amun, the conqueror of the kingdom,” you nod, “but since i’m the youngest, the pressure to procreate isn’t that big, i doubt anyone notices i’ve been away for three months. i should probably go back.”

“yeah,” he looks like he’s about to cry any moment, “you should,” but he turns away before you can say anything.

x

ever since yesterday, yoongi’s been acting odd.

cold and distant, as if you’re both strangers living under the same roof. you want to wait until he wakes up to tell him goodbye but it’s a few hours past first light and your guardians, having been lifted from their heat, may be searching high and low for you. so you slip out of yoongi’s bed and out of the plank - door.

as you thought, jennie and lisa were on the verge of crying and going to your father to offer their heads for failing to find out their master’s whareabouts.

“my lady,” jennie nose crinkles as she takes repeated whiffs of your scent, “this scent- it doesn’t belong to a felidae.”

“did you mate with a pathera?” lisa’s round eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

you giggle before bringing your index finger to your lips, “shh, don’t tell father but- he’s a human.”

“a-a human?” jennie whispers under her breath, “my lady, you know what they say about humans! th-they’re like gods! they have the purest forms without tails or thorns on their body!”

“i know, that’s why you two must keep it a secret.” you say but the moment you walk down the pillars leading to the throne, you know everyone can smell the scent of yoongi on you.

your sisters’ alarmed gazes doesn’t go past you but you take your spot on the far end of the throne anyway.

“___ - you- who was your mate?” your sister, agatha, asks.

she’s been rubbing the fact that she’s had more mates than your years of living.

“why should i tell you?” you shoot her a victorious grin.

she huffs, displeased, “wait until father knows about this.”

and as if on cue, the horn begins to blow and silence settles all over the throne as a beast larger than two- no, three felidaes in their beast forms combined, struts down the pillared isle, his steps light and graceful as is his transformation as the beast gets on two paws and takes the remaining of his steps on his two feet.

“felidaes, thank you for gathering here on this wonderful day after yet another successful mating season. i look forward welcoming new cubs to our prides,” he announces.

“and to ___, my youngest, when will i be able to meet this human mate of yours?” he turns to you, pride laced around his words as agatha and the rest of the people’s eyes widen at the word ‘human’.

you giggle, feeling the blood rushing to your face - this must have been how yoongi felt every time his face goes red, “father, you know how humans are different from us. please give us more time.”

x

humans are odd.

min yoongi especially so.

he acts like nothing’s changed from the time you were living with him to the time you’ve left him. it may have been a short period - has it been a month? - of running away from the ladies that try to pry the story of you and your human mate and the males that sudden have their attention turned to you, trying to court you with offerings of the ancient relics and deepest colored gems.

your tail sways over the ledge of the window as you watch the human male set walk pass you and set up the table before going back to the kitchen only to stop midway. as if he’s seen a ghost.

oh well, at least it isn’t horns.

then he slowly turns to you with eyes round and awake - shocked and disbelieved, even.

“____, y-you came back?” he stammers out.

you grin, hopping off the ledge and bounding right into his arms, your own wrapped around his neck whilst your naked breasts press up against his chest, “i missed your hoodie, so i came back.”

yoongi looks like he’s about to scold you and cry at the same time, but he does neither. instead, he cups your cheeks in his hands and kisses you like he’s never had a drop of water since the day you left.

and you kiss back, savoring the taste of your human mate whom you’ve chosen to spend your whole life with.

you spend your days cuddled together in his sheets like you did before except you’re not licking his neck with every chance you get - it’s the part where he smells most divine besides his dick.

it turns out a human’s heat is all year round. during winter, his hand slips under the hoodie and touches your lower lips. during summer, he keeps trying to take off the hoodie. in autumn and spring, he doesn’t mind the hoodie as much. but you suppose you can’t be hogging all of them at once.

“have you seen my hoodie?” he means the one he claims to be his and is supposed to be steal-proof.

the bright red one with a skull at the back.

you feel your ears perking at the word, thankfully the hood’s covering your head, “no...”

a good few seconds pass without yoongi saying anything, before he sighs, “you’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

underneath your black hoodie, a piece of bright red peeks from the neckline. so you peek up at the human male, laughing sheepishly, “it’s just so comfy and it smells like you...”

“i should start charging you for fees,” he plants his hands on either sides of you, resting his forehead on yours as he smirks deviously.

“f-fees?” you laugh, “w-well, the kingdom is filled with minerals you humans seem to love.”

“pay up with your body,” there’s a glint in his eyes - the kind that used to get buried beneath blushed skin and shyly closed eyes.

you feel your ears perking up, your tail swaying behind you as you tilt your head in just the right angle to kiss his lips. when you pull away, his face is glowing beet red.

“okay, i paid my dues, right?” you shoot him one of your smiles.

he looks like he has more to say, disappointed even, but he settles with a “y-yeah.”

tugging on his hand and swiftly pulling him down onto the bed, cradling his waist. his face looks like it’s about to explode. you giggle.

“you- you’re teasing me,” his forehead creases and he looks like he’s about to kill you and kiss you at the same time.

humans are odd.

min yoongi, especially so.

x

note. a repost from my other blog.

[vkelleyart]

Damn you’re so impressive to being a working parent on top of being an amazing artist!

You are so kind, @poprocksromance. Thanks so much for being a cheerleader, because I’ll be honest: I don’t feel impressive. 

I feel… really tired. lol 

I actually put off answering this ask because when it comes to being a working parent and artist, I have SO MANY THOUGHTS. This month’s been excessively hard because I wear too many hats in my life and my neutral state is putting out fires before I can skive off and draw, usually at the expense of sleep.

Take this past Tuesday for instance:

6 AM: Husband is already out the door to work, but both kids crawl into my bed to doze until it’s time for them to be up. There is now hot, humid air in my ear and a small, sharp knee in my back. I am not dozing. I am thinking about drawing.

7 AM: Breakfast. Kids pull the covers off of me and whinge about being hungry. Spend next hour feeding kids, breaking up fights over legos, making lunches, and getting them ready for school. Inexplicably, no one has clean pants.

8 AM: Holler at everyone that we are late and I’m about to lose my mind because instead of putting on shoes, my kids are still arguing over who gets the red lego piece. More thoughts about art trickle in: “Man, I really hope I can carve out some time for drawing today because this sh*t is bananas.”

8:30 AM: Zoom across town to drop off children. Kiss heads. Wave goodbye. Try not to rear-end other, larger vehicles being driven by people who don’t understand how the drop-off line works.

9 AM: Back home. Time for Morning Pages. This is the daily act of emptying my head into a journal at the beginning of the day for 30 minutes just so I can plow into the chaos without having a panic attack. Each entry mostly consists of me pep-talking myself into doing my day job because food, shelter, college education savings, blah, blah, blah. Then it’s planning and email checking. I promise myself that, if I can just finish this next video edit task, I can reward myself with drawing artwork.

10 AM: My Video editing software update has made all the PNG files turn pink. I assume it’s for no earthly reason than to delay my progress and piss me off. I promise myself I will figure out the glitch in the next hour so I can earn myself time to draw.

1 PM: I have updated my operating system, reinstalled my drivers, troubleshooted with Adobe and Apple. The fucking files are still pink.

2 PM: I convert all PNGs to JPGs. Videoediting software now refuses to read .MOV files recorded after I updated my operating system. I mutter all the expletives and stare longingly at my tablet. This is gonna be a while.

3 PM: Rush out the door to pick up kids. Kid is complaining of a tummy ache. Come home with kid, put on the tea kettle, and read Kevin Keller together until tea is ready. Am screaming internally about video editing conundrum the entire time.

4 PM: Hubs is home. I run back to the computer. There is no way to uninstall most recent version of video editing software. Find and install Handbrake to convert every .MOV file I am using into .MP4 as a workaround until I can figure out what the everloving hell is wrong with my project. I tell myself I will draw after dinner if I can just figure this out.

5 PM: Praise Crowley for leftovers.

6 PM: Video editing issue is still going, but I’ve identified the workaround and am slowly piecing my project back together. My sketchbook is next to my desk. I do not touch it.

7 PM: Husband is coming down with something. Asks if I can single parent while he lies down for a bit. I agree (because he did it for me last week when I was down for the count). I ask the kids if they want to draw with me. They do not. They want to run around outside like one of them didn’t just complain about a stomachache three hours ago. I tell myself I will draw after they go to sleep.

8 PM: Bedtime. Clean kids. Pick up toys. Brush teeth. Read books. Sing songs. Hold hands until the littlest goes to sleep. Snoring (hopefully) at 9.

9 PM: Take shower. Try to reset. No more video editing tonight. I will draw instead! *nods defiantly*

9:30 PM: Husband wants to share about his stressful week. He’s got freshman this semester. Problematic ones. And too many; 28 in his class alone, and he’s the department head, so he needs to do all the fixing. I sit with him and listen.

10 PM: Youngest kid is coughing. Wakes oldest kid.

10:30 PM: Kids sleeping. Husband downstairs working. I’m in bed, iPad in my lap, Procreate open. Tonight’s work in progress: Simon and Baz holding hands.

I stare at it. Make a couple of adjustments to the line art. Then I put it away and turn off the light. I have nothing left––no energy, no vision––to give to it.

11 PM: The lights are out. My eyes are open. They don’t close until sometime after midnight.

Because I am thinking about drawing.

This is not a rare day in my life. This is tame compared to some days. To get through it, I tell myself this is all temporary. That one day I’ll be able to live off my artwork and I won’t be a slave to Adobe Premiere or the government or the myriad infectious illnesses my kids bring home. I also have to actively talk myself out of feeling jealous or furious at other, younger creators who don’t have to support a family, who talk about playing video games all day when they’ve got artist block, who complain about being bored, and who have the luxury of putting off whatever it is they don’t feel like doing so they can draw. My struggle is no one’s business or fault but mine and probably also Capitalism, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t sting that people are out there living the dream and taking it for granted.

Anyway, this is a very long way to say, thank you for your compliments. I am trying––every single day of my life––to make something beautiful. Sometimes, that’s fanart or my comic. Most times, though, it’s the life I’m trying to give my family.

[the-odd-job]

Nature Calls

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Category: Other Fandom: Transformers > Merformers Characters: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker Relationships: Sideswipe/Sunstreaker Additional Tags: Mating Cycles/In Heat, Captivity, Aliens, Aquariums, Captive Mers, Hurt/Comfort, Incest, Twincest, Mutual Non-Con Words:  2583

Reproduction had to take place. That was the prime dictum of life.

His body was screaming at him.

Mate, procreate. Continue his lineage, write his name into the history and future of their species through his offspring. Pass on his genes.

Whatever you wanted to call it. He wanted to fuck, needed to have someone stick it in him or do the same to someone else, if you wanted to be crude about it.

Being crude about it was about the only thing he had left. There was no sugarcoating the need anymore. It was all consuming, hijacking his thoughts day and night. Hormones coursed through his bloodstream and drove him next to mad with restlessness that had nowhere to go.

He needed to go, to Gather, find everyone else of their species and sate the desperate need to reproduce with a mate of his choosing. That was the one and only purpose of this time of the year. Really, of their whole lives. Make sure his legacy continued even when time, sickness, or predators got the better of him; wasn’t that the whole point of living?

And his body was telling him to do just that, right now. 

That had been the state of affairs for several days now. Only problem was, there was no Gathering.

There were only four walls, the floor, the platform, and the ceiling with its bright lights high above.

And there was only Sunstreaker. His brother. Not a potential mate.

His body didn’t care about little details like that. It didn’t care that there was nowhere for him to go, that any direction he swam there would only be an obstacle that prevented him from going further, that there was no one he could quell the need with.

It just burned.

There should’ve been a long migration to the atoll, taxing but intensely rewarding. 

Instead there was just a circle.

No way out.

Four walls. A floor.

Round and round.

Round and round.

Round and round.

He wasn’t sure if the humans had noticed the difference between their usual bored swimming and… This. This frustration that drove them into trying their hardest to fulfill their instincts, in vain. There was nowhere to go, there was never anywhere to go. Sunstreaker would lash his tail out of the water, creating impressive splashes before diving as deep as the tank went. He’d run into walls, hit them with his hands or his tail, like that could crumble them and let them out.

It was impossible not to sense the tension in the water, thick enough to almost turn it solid.

Sideswipe just swam. Round and round, trying even in the smallest manner simulate the journey he was supposed to be on.

The courting. He’d never participated in it before, but he knew what it was. He still remembered the year of his birth, watching mers flit about, chasing after each other until one gave up.

He was old enough now. First year that he was, this one.

That was what he was supposed to be doing. There were supposed to be mers as far as the eye could see, potential mates, potential partners, thrilling chases while they tested each other and tried their strength in titillating games designed to pry into the suitability of the other’s prowess.

What was there instead?

A tank too small, and Sunstreaker.

And if he wasn’t handling it well, Sunstreaker was handling it even worse. He was already the more high strung of them, easily agitated.

Add to that the incessant need and their total inability to do anything about it, and he was downright explosive. 

It was never fun to share the space with him. Now it felt downright dangerous—moreso than usual, anyway.

He’d done his best to stay out of his brother’s way, but despite his efforts he still carried scratches from the times when it all boiled over into vicious claw strikes and bites aimed at soft flesh. They hadn’t gone at it seriously, though. It didn’t feel right. This time of the year was, for all intents and purposes, about love.

Not about fighting.

He didn’t feel proud of the fact Sunstreaker had red marks on his body too, some fresher than others. Yeah, he hadn’t taken any of it without returning some of it, but it wasn’t right.

None of this was supposed to be happening.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

And he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it for. Rationally he knew its duration was finite, that he only needed to last until the short season came to its end.

But rationality was in short supply, even for him. Sunstreaker had even less of it left. He was a coiled bunch of muscles, appearing incapable of relaxing even for a moment.

He’d barely slept. Neither had Sideswipe, but Sunstreaker hadn’t done it even as much as he had.

He had to be tired. Sideswipe for sure was.

And yet neither of them could stop swimming, Sunstreaker lashing out at inanimate objects every other chance he got, just to dispel some of the restless energy the both of them carried, one that they couldn’t direct where it was supposed to be directed.

Into courting and mating. That was what it all came back around to. 

How much longer? The lights shut off for another artificial night, the humans left, and still the need raged on. One more day? Two more days? A week? He wasn’t sure, but even the shortest duration felt too long.

He couldn’t take it. Couldn’t.

But he had no choice.

Heaving one breath after another, Sideswipe broke from his constant counterclockwise circle in favor of heading to the middle of the tank, lowering himself to the dimly lit bottom to try to catch even some sleep, while Sunstreaker kept circling the outskirts of their home. He’d probably do that for the whole night. And the day after.

And after that too, for however much longer this lasted.

Sideswipe wanted to cry, to air even some of the sheer frustration crushing down on his chest, but he grit his teeth and held back. He curled up on the warm floor, hugging his tail to his chest and pressing his forehead against it.

Just a little while longer, hopefully. He could do this.

He had to.

He hadn’t the time to doze off before he felt the ripples in the water that signaled Sunstreaker was approaching. Sideswipe glanced up just when Sunstreaker came to him, and he reached out his hand to invite his brother over.

They’d barely had any time together since all of this started, too caught up in feelings that only had negative outlets. He missed the feeling of his brother’s scales against his.

Maybe he could have some of that now, while they waited for all of this to be over.

“Sunny,” Sideswipe said softly when Sunstreaker took his hand and flicked his tail to glide the rest of the way over, aided by Sideswipe’s pull on his arm. Sunstreaker didn’t say anything, but pulled him into his arms. Sideswipe melted against his chest, closing his eyes and sighing quietly.

He’d missed this.

Sunstreaker was hotter to touch than usual, but Sideswipe suspected he was the same. It didn’t matter. Sunstreaker was still tense, but he wasn’t bleeding violence all over the place, which gave Sideswipe hope that it was all going to come to an end soon. Maybe things were on the downswing, finally.

Sunstreaker held him, and Sideswipe fell into a fitful sleep, hoping Sunstreaker would follow. They both needed the rest.

It wasn’t very restful rest, but it was better than nothing.

He didn’t know how long he was out for before Sunstreaker’s voice woke him up. “Sideswipe.” It was strangled and pained and kicked Sideswipe straight out of his sleep. His tail jerk reaction that Sunstreaker had somehow gotten injured seemed foolish, but he didn’t know what else could have caused a voice like that either.

Sunstreaker’s hold on him had tightened, which wasn’t unwelcome, but was a little unexpected. “Sunny?” Sideswipe asked, peering up at his brother’s face.

His twin’s hold tightened further. “I can’t- I have to- I can’t.”

“Can’t what? Sunny?” Sideswipe frowned, trying to pull away to get a better look at his brother.

Sunstreaker wouldn’t let him, his arms tightening around him and holding him in place. That was a little weird, but it wouldn’t have been too alarming on its own if he hadn’t felt something brush up against his tail just then.

Something that wasn’t Sunstreaker’s tail, or any of his fins, or his arms.

Sideswipe stiffened instantly, dread rushing to meet him like the maw of a dreadjaw. “Sunny?” he asked again, voice thin, trying to wriggle free from Sunstreaker’ hold. It was no longer welcome, but Sunstreaker wouldn’t let go of him.

His tail twitched, and Sideswipe could feel that something brush up against him again.

He didn’t want to look.

“Sunny. Let go of me,” he said, forcing his voice to be calm despite the quickly rising panic. This was bad.

It only got worse when Sunstreaker merely growled, a sound that was in no small part possessive. 

Sunstreaker moved his tail again, this time with more purpose, humping against Sideswipe. Panic won over and he twisted, hard, to break free from Sunstreaker’s embrace. He shoved his arms between them, pushing at Sunstreaker’s chest to drive him off of him, and Sunstreaker did break his hold.

But only to grab his wrists instead.

Sideswipe screamed in frustration when his arms were yanked up and back, Sunstreaker forcing him back against the floor. He tried to use his tail to flail free, but Sunstreaker pressed down on him, transferring his wrists into one hand and using his newly freed arm to grab a hold of his hip instead.

His claws instantly pierced through his skin, hooking under to keep him in place despite his wiggling.

And Primus but Sideswipe wiggled, doing anything and everything he could to break Sunstreaker’s hold on him. Nothing worked. Sunstreaker’s grip on him was bruising, and he couldn’t get the leverage to break free. All the while Sunstreaker worked his tail against him, twitch by twitch, rubbing that damned thing to his underside.

And too close to places he wanted nowhere near it.

Breathing hard, Sideswipe finally hazarded a glance down his twisting body, just to confirm what he already knew. Sunstreaker’s erection was fully out from his slit, and mere inches from Sideswipe’s.

He moaned. Sideswipe fucking moaned despite himself, fear temporarily drowned by primal need.

He hated himself for it instantly. “Sunstreaker,” he pleaded, but Sunstreaker hardly seemed lucid, and Sideswipe was getting a frightening taste of what his brother was going through as his body arched against his own wishes, brushing up against Sunstreaker’s member to the tune of a reverberating growl from the golden twin. His slit was opening in response to the promise of sex, heat flushing his body from head to tail tip.

But he didn’t want this. Primus, he didn’t want this.

“Sunstreaker, please. Please, please no!” Sideswipe begged even as Sunstreaker’s arms tightened and he held his hips in place long enough to line them together. It didn’t matter how much he tried to move away, Sunstreaker’s aim was unerring when the tip of his length nudged into Sideswipe’s slit, and he thrust all the way in at once. “No!”

Sideswipe screamed. It didn’t hurt, and that hurt worse than any physical pain could have.

This is wrong.

That was the one thing he did know even as his body moved with a mind of its own, drunk on the fact the need was finally being seen to. He groaned as Sunstreaker began to move, ecstasy lighting up his nerves and making his body rock back against his brother.

His brother. His own damn brother was fucking him.

Sideswipe sobbed, but he couldn’t find it in himself to fight, not when everything about him sighed with relief that he was finally doing what he was supposed to be doing. Mating. He’d put it off long enough.

He never wanted it to be like this.

Sunstreaker pressed down against him, still holding his wrists above his head, though it was doubtful that would’ve been needed anymore. His body reciprocated the act without any hesitance, convinced that this was right and good. How could it be wrong?

Procreate.

He didn’t want this! Not here, not with his brother. He cried out when Sunstreaker shoved in particularly deep, pleasure making his tail flail for more. He’d never in his life felt anything better than the just now, with Sunstreaker’s member opening him up over and over again, the perfect snug fit for his slit—none too big, none too small, filling him up just right…

The heat in his body reached its unexpected tipping point without a warning and Sideswipe bucked up with a surprised cry, his whole body stiffening and grinding itself against Sunstreaker, impaling himself as deeply as he could. Sunstreaker hissed above him and hunched over, humping once, twice, before he thrust in deep for one last time. Sideswipe could feel a burst of heat deep in his slit and misery almost ate him alive right there and then.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

How could this happen?

Sunstreaker slumped over him, panting to the same rhythm Sideswipe was as their bodies climbed down from their twin climaxes. His grip on Sideswipe’s wrists loosened until Sideswipe carefully pulled his arms free.

He could’ve pushed Sunstreaker off of him. Probably should’ve. Clarity was quickly returning now that the accursed hormones were retreating, satisfied that the most important task of the year had been fulfilled, and Sideswipe felt…

He wasn’t angry. He couldn’t be when he knew firsthand the kind of torture Sunstreaker had been through. That he himself had been through.

Maybe this had been inevitable all along. Maybe they’d just been putting off what couldn’t be avoided.

Reproduction had to take place. That was the prime dictum of life.

What had made him think they could escape it just because of the circumstances they were in? Just because they were trapped together with no one else around? Just because they were siblings?

They were old enough now. They’d had six years free of that regulation, too young to partake.

But that was over now.

Sideswipe bit his lip, his breath hitching. Sunstreaker stirred above him and carefully pulled out. Sideswipe twitched at the retreat and the emptiness that followed, and hated, despised the part of him that already missed his brother’s length.

It didn’t belong in him, not in him, but a part of him whispered that yes, yes it did. For as long as they were alone here, yes it did.

Sunstreaker drew in a deep breath and Sideswipe’s attention shifted to him just when his brother shook his head, likely clearing the last remnants of his rut. His eyes came up, full of sorrow when they met Sideswipe’s gaze.

And Sideswipe’s heart broke, for both of them. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Sunstreaker repeated, releasing his hip and bringing his bloodied claws to Sideswipe’s face instead, cradling it in his palm. Sideswipe closed his eyes and nuzzled against it.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered to every apology, wrapping his arms to Sunstreaker’s shoulders and pulling his brother back down over him, seeking that touch and reassurance. He wouldn’t let this come between them. He wouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

What had they been reduced to?

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