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heytheredelulu · 18 days

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I was wondering if you could do maybe a like feral Bucky? Like maybe they trigger the soldat and instead of him fallowing their orders he goes after the shy curvy little intern of Tony’s? They’ve both been too shy to make a move. I’m cool with whatever spin you put on it, I LOVE your writing.

(Love all your normal kinks so feel free to add those too as you see fit! )

Thank you lovely 🥰 Can’t wait to drool over more of your writing lol

I took this and RAN with it.

It ended up becoming much longer than I had anticipated so this one will be broken up into two parts.

I struggled with trying to incorporate Bucky being triggered after the reader already being somewhat aquatinted with him, pining after him, etc. so I went the route I did and I hope it fulfills your request!

Part one will be mostly just plot building with a spicy cliff hanger leading us into a part two of pure smut.

Ready to Comply - Part One - Anon Request

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+

Word Count: 2.5k

C/W: Language, discussion/implications of violence and murder, choking, blood (Bucky is strugglin’ and bites his own hand), a lil sexual tension in prep for part two, he sniffs her coochie, okay?

“Okay, stop. Stop that.” Tony whispered out of the corner of his mouth. You shot him a glance and tugged at your skirt one more time for good measure. He lets out an exasperated sigh and rolls his eyes. “You look fine, Rookie. Very professional. Is that what you needed to hear?”

You scoff and shake your head. “That’s no- I’m not fishing for compliments, I genuinely hate dressing like a fucking secretary.” You grumble, drawing a laugh out of Tony. “And don’t call me ‘Rookie.’” You add with a prod to his chest. He brushes the front of his suit jacket sarcastically in response to your poke and raises his hands defensively, a soft chuckle rising from his throat.

“A fucking secretary? Really? It’s business professional. Did you think I could let you stand next to me in a press conference wearing an old t-shirt and some torn up jeans? We need to create a semblance of professionalism.” He gestures to his own attire with a grin and there’s a teasing glint in his eye as he continues.

“And what’s wrong with ‘Rookie’? You’re my little protégé.” He jests, reaching like he’s going to pinch your cheek as if you were some adorable little toddler. You frown, swatting his hand away and brings it to his chest, clutching it dramatically. “Wow, you’re going to assault your friend, mentor and extremely rich and handsome boss?” He jokes, feigning offense.

“The only accurate adjective in that sentence is ‘boss’, Sir.” You reply dryly, crossing your arms. The corners of his lips twitch into a sly smile and he nudges you with his elbow. “I’ll accept if you don’t agree with friend and mentor.” He starts, pressing his lips into a pout. “But I might actually get a little offended if you refuse to acknowledge how devastatingly handsome I am.”

You groan in annoyance and roll your eyes, preparing a witty comeback when Pepper Potts rounds the corner with a tablet cradled in her arm, a phone nestled between her ear and shoulder and an expression of concern written across her face.

“Everything alright?” Tony asks, placing a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “Don’t tell me.. another offer for People’s ‘sexiest man alive’? I keep telling them, I can’t be on the cover every ye-“ Tony stops mid sentence as Pepper’s manicured forefinger lands on his lips, effectively silencing him.

“Yes. Okay. Understood. Thank you.” She says curtly into the phone before disconnecting the call. “That was Fury. We have an issue. A Barnes issue.”

Your brows furrow at this. “What’s happened with Bucky?” You ask, a sense of dread creeping up your spine. He’d been all but isolated since he’d moved into the Avenger’s tower alongside his best friend Steve Rogers and you couldn’t imagine him being the source of an issue with how reserved this man was. You weren’t at all oblivious to his past- it had been global wide news after all, but in the months since his de-conditioning in Wakanda he had been making great strides towards recovery, working to make amends.

Though your interactions with the ex-assassin had been few, he’d always been polite and kind towards you. You’d felt so out of place among the Avengers, being Tony’s intern. You weren’t on the team, hell, a few of them didn’t even know your name despite you having been trailing behind Tony for the last year. Maybe it was your own fault, considering you hadn’t really made an effort to talk to any of them but aside from the fact that they were all extremely intimidating, you were naturally a shy and quiet person.

You quickly push the self deprecating thoughts from your head. You didn’t care about any of that. You shouldn’t. It wasn’t as if you wanted to be on the team, or were there to make friends, you were here as an engineer, to learn from who was arguably the most intelligent man on the planet. Perhaps that’s why Bucky had always been cordial to you more than some of the others living here. Maybe he gravitated towards you, as someone who constantly felt so out of place, because he felt that way here as well.

Or maybe he thought you were cute.

Oh fuck, if only.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to the man or that you’d been quietly crushing on him practically since you’d started your internship. Every small interaction with Bucky left a blush on your cheeks and a kaleidoscope of butterflies flitting about your belly.

The thought of someone as absurdly good looking as Bucky fucking Barnes finding you attractive was enough to spark a surge of heat straight to your abdomen.

No, get it together. Now’s not the time.

You mentally scold your vagina for having the nerve to throb at the mere mention of Bucky Barnes regardless of the context and turn your attention back to Pepper and Tony as they argued in hushed whispers.

“What’s happened with Bucky?” You repeat, knowing they likely won’t clue you in if it’s related to Avenger’s business.

Tony offers a nervous smile and exchanges a quick glance with his wife before he checks his watch. “Terminator? He’s fine. I’m sure it’s nothing. Probably holed up with security for setting off the metal detector.” He pauses and then snaps his fingers. “Or maybe he walked past the junkyard on fifth and got snatched up by the hydraulic magnet.” He says, lifting a hand and miming a crane.

Pepper lets out a soft sigh and your gaze flicks to her. “Yeah, a big magnet or something.” She mumbles, turning her attention back to her tablet. “I don’t think that’s-“ Your cut off by Tony’s hand on the small of your back, urging you forward. “Enough about Robocop. We’re on, Rookie.” He says, his nervous expression falling away and quickly being replaced with a mask of professionalism. “Let’s go unveil our project to the press.” Pepper moves to open the door for you both and before you can open your mouth to tell Tony that if he calls you ‘rookie’ one more time you were going to strangle him with his overpriced tie, your senses are overwhelmed with an onslaught of overlapping voices and camera shutters.

You toss your blazer over the desk in your quaint office and slump over into the chair, trying not to let your mind run wild with anxious thoughts about the press conference. Despite your best efforts you couldn’t help but worry that you probably looked like a deer in headlights up at the podium alongside Tony.

You huff and rest your chin on the back of your hand, glancing over at the computer screens. Your attention is immediately drawn to security footage from one of the conference rooms when you see movement on the monitor. You lean in with your brows furrowed. It’s late and no one should be in the conference room. You expand the image and can clearly make out Tony and Steve moving about the room with tense body language.

You hover over the footage with your mouse and hesitate. You know that you absolutely should not eavesdrop on the two men but once Tony’s hands begin angrily gesturing around you give in to temptation and turn on the audio.

“What the hell do you mean, ‘back up?’” Tony shouts, beginning to pace the room.

Steve leans forward with his palms on the table and his head bowed slightly. “It’s exactly what I said, Tony.” He replies, his biceps flexing as he grips the table. “HYDRA had a fail safe. They’d planted a back up activation incase he would ever manage to be deprogrammed.” He looks up at Tony with a solemn expression. “They got to him. I should’ve been there, I should’ve-“

Tony holds out a hand, his other resting against his temple as he tries to comprehend what Steve is telling him. “Well you weren’t and they did so know we have to figure out how the fuck we navigate this.” He says firmly, shaking his head. “Do we have eyes on him? Is he in the building?”

Steve sighed and stood upright from the table. “No. He’s in the wind. We lost contact with him a few hours ago.” He admits, running a hand through his hair. “But there’s something you need to know.” He adds, looking at Tony with concern as he begins to pace again.

“Well spit it out, Rogers!” Tony yells, stopping and turning back to Steve.

“Nat received some intel. The hit HYDRA ordered is on you and your intern.” He says so quietly you can barely pick it up on the audio. Fear crawls up your spine and your hand trembles as you increase the volume on the security feed, while your heartbeat in your ears becomes near deafening.

Tony stiffens, slowly approaching Steve. “You wanna tell me why?” He asks, his voice low and dangerous. Steve nods. “The new tech you unveiled today.“ He explains.

Tony sighs, understanding why one of their enemies would be threatened by what the two of you had been working on and reaches to loosen his tie. “I’ll take Pepper and move her to the safe house before I meet you at a rendezvous point. Send someone to get my Rookie and get her off the grid. I don’t want her alone for a single second.” He says in an exasperated tone, reaching into his suit jacket and pulling out his cell phone as he stalks towards the door.

“And Rogers?” He asks, turning around one last time, his hand curled tight around the doorknob. Steve’s head snaps up and he looks at Tony with guilt ridden eyes. “Yeah?”

“Find Barnes.”

Find Barnes.

The statement echoes in your ears, sending your thoughts spinning as if a category five hurricane were waging inside your head.

No. No, no, no.

There’s a hit out on you?

To be carried out by the fucking Winter Soldier.

Oh you were so fucked.

You scoot your chair back, bracing your hands on the desk to stand with wobbly knees.

Bile rises in your throat as you take a slow step backwards, bumping the chair in your state of panic and knocking your jacket off the workbench. You jump at the sound of it slipping to the floor and clutch your chest as a result of inducing your own jumpscare and take slow breaths to steel your nerves before you bend down to pick it up. As you rise back upright, your gaze connects with a pair of vacant, icy blue eyes in the shadows across the room and your entire body seizes in terror.

He’s not in the wind.

He’s been in here with you this entire goddamned time.

“B-Bucky?” You stutter, bringing your jacket to your chest and grasping it until your knuckles turn white. Maybe Steve and Tony were wrong. Maybe Nat’s intel was wrong. Maybe this was all a huge misunderstanding and you weren’t about to die at the hands of the ex-assassin you’ve been pining over for nearly a year.

He takes a step forward from the shadows, his face expressionless and his eyes unblinking without a single trace of emotion behind them.

Okay, yeah. You’re fucked.

“Sergeant Barnes?” You whisper, almost a plea to the man you knew, locked away somewhere in the brain of the cold and calculated killer standing in front of you.

He doesn’t speak, doesn’t register your words, as he crosses the lab in a few quick strides and catches your throat in his cybernetic hand.

Oh god.

The air leaves your lungs, his grip tightening around your windpipe as his face remains blank.

You’re going to die.

So why are you so fucking turned on?

Heat pools low in your abdomen, your core flooding with arousal, coupled with fear and unbridled lust.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as you gasp and thrash in his grip, your thick thighs rubbing together with every kick and flail, doing nothing to alleviate the throbbing ache in your cunt.

God this is so wrong.

His brows furrow, the first hint of emotion since he stepped out of the shadows. His head tilts inquisitively and his grip slackens around your throat as he leans in, tracing his nose across your jaw line and inhaling deeply. You still, your face contorting in confusion as you swallow hard against his palm, leaning your body into his hold.

His eyes narrow as he pulls away from you and you take the opportunity to suck in a breath, massaging your neck gently while your gaze drops to observe his hands clenching and unclenching into fists at his sides.

“Bucky?” You ask, wondering what’s caused the sudden shift in his demeanor, wondering if maybe he’s somehow snapped out of the trance he’d been in. He’s still and silent for a long moment, his head bowed as his chest rises and falls heavily with every breath.

“Sergeant Barnes, are yo-“

His head snaps up, effectively silencing you.

Your mouth remains agape, stuck on your last word and as he watches you with predatory eyes, taking menacing steps toward you, you can’t seem to find your voice any longer. You stumble backwards, losing your balance and falling back against the desk, unable to regain your footing before his hands grip the flesh of your bare thighs.

He tilts you backwards, your back colliding hard with the surface of the desk, stealing the breath out of your chest. He drops to his knees, splaying his palms against your thighs, the hem of your dress rising up to expose your panties as he spreads your legs wide before him and drags his nose across the fabric.

He groans.

He fucking groans.

“You’re my mission.” He breathes out, eyes wild and fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as if he were fighting to physically restrain himself.

“I know.” You whimper, lifting your head to look down at him over the soft curve of your stomach.

“I’ve been ordered to kill you.” He chokes out, pressing his forehead against your inner thigh and drawing in a deep and shuddering breath.

“Then why haven’t you?” You ask in a broken whisper.

He turns his head and mumbles something incoherently, his breath ghosting against the damp fabric of your underwear and sending a wave of arousal crashing through your core. He stiffens, curling his flesh hand into a fist and bringing it to his mouth, biting down on his knuckles as he swallows back a moan.

He shakes his head, his teeth pressing into his skin hard enough to draw blood and you move to sit up, leaning on your palms as you look down at him where he’s slotted between your legs, visibly trembling.

He rises quickly to his feet, his left hand shooting out to curl around your neck again and he drops his bloodied flesh hand to his side.

“Because..” He says through clenched teeth, inhaling sharply as the cool metal of his thumb strokes the column of your throat.

“I can’t fucking focus when all I can smell-“

His free hand roughly cups your pussy over your panties, his voice trailing off as he kneads his palm against the thin, wet fabric.

He growls, tightening his grip around your throat and jerking you up to him, forcing you to meet his threatening gaze.

His expression grows pained and he whimpers, dipping his head to meet your forehead with his own, his breath fanning across your face with every heave of his chest.

“All I can smell is how wet you are.”

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Part two

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2goth2moth · 3 years

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Any sort of smut with a naga or feral mothman like creature please and thank you

Anon, you said "naga" and my lil scaly heart got so happy. I have no idea if this is even remotely in the realm of what you were looking for, but I just couldn't shake the idea of a human prince with a harem full of monsters. I hope you enjoy!

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The Prince's Favour (M!Naga x M!Reader, NSFW)

For reference: Enéas is a Brazilian rainbow boa. I was 100% going to have a blowjob scene in this but rainbow boas have backwards hooked teeth (think fishhooks) that are designed to not let things back out, and having that near your dick sounds like a very bad time.

Word count: 3514

Includes: Power dynamics (prince x concubine), non-human genitalia, rough sex, double penetration, a little bit of crying

Being the youngest prince in a kingdom with a still-living king could be overwhelmingly boring. Matters of state were passed to your parents and eldest sister, matters of security to your next oldest sibling, infrastructure and agriculture to the next oldest, twin brothers. Your bloodline was long and vital, which was very good for the kingdom’s longevity. It was not so good for keeping you occupied. Your role, as well as your youngest sister’s, ended up being almost completely performative, with official duties being limited to keeping up a royal education and looking pretty beside your family during public appearances. The whole arrangement left you with a lot of free time to eat and draw and lounge about.

And have sex.

It was normal for royalty to have lovers or harems, if they wanted to and their spouses were okay with it. You yourself had several lovers, all of whom you enjoyed and cared about deeply. One of whom was currently lounging invitingly on your bed as you did your best to capture his likeness in paint.

“Enéas, beloved, can you hold still for me?”

The naga groaned, the muscular coils of his body shifting slightly as he did. “I’ve been sitting for hours now. When you called me, I didn’t think it would be for this.”

“Ten minutes, then we can do something else. I swear.”

The look that he shot you was long-suffering, but he settled back into the purposefully relaxed position you had directed him into earlier after taking a sip from the goblet beside him.The whole thing was mostly an act. You had been summoning him to your chambers to sit for this painting on a regular basis for the past month, and no matter where the sessions ended (often with you wrapped firmly in his powerful body), you never put on any airs about what those first few hours would entail.

Golden sunlight shone through gauzy curtains and spilled onto Enéas’ skin, setting the scales ablaze. The round black marks that lay over red scales the colour of baked clay were already beautiful, but under the sun’s rays he was cast in a rainbow sheen, every scale shimmering like an oil slick. The creamy scales of his underbelly flowed from his face all the way down, flashing like pale moonlight between his darker coils. Naga rarely wore clothing, they had no real need to, but Enéas had certainly developed a taste for finery during his time in the palace. Fine, sheer cotton, dyed snowy white and rich yellow, draped around him like woven light, held in place by gold clasps. Cuffs set with precious stones circled on his wrists and biceps, and a beautiful metal collar engraved with intricate patterns lay flat against his throat.

“You’re staring, little prince.”

The rasping taunt broke you out of your stupor, and you realized that your eyes had been locked on him, paintbrush unmoving on your canvas. You finished the stroke you had started with a careful flick. Stepping back a little, you surveyed what you had done so far. The hours spent on the portrait had been worth it, and even though it wasn’t done, you could stand to be finished for the day.

“I was distracted,” you said. “You were distracting me.”

A cheeky grin split Enéas’s face. It was hard-edged and full of sharp, hooked teeth, stretching far past what it would have on a human face, but managed to be as lovely and charming as it was frightening. “I have no idea what you mean. I was only sitting here, just like you asked me to.”

“Sitting there in a very distracting way.” You wiped your hands on the sturdy apron you wore before untying it and discarding it messily to the side. “We’re done for today, you can relax now.”

“Finally.” He stretched his arms above his head and groaned loudly before flopping back and letting his eyes close. The movement sent his whole body rippling in the sunlight, and the sight made your mouth go dry.

You strode towards the bed, closing the distance quickly to sit beside Enéas on your plush bedspread. He didn’t even open his eyes when the mattress dipped under your weight. With a feather-light touch, you traced the features of his face with a thumb. The transition from red to white around what would be a hairline was first, the gradient of the small scales dipping low on his forehead and contouring under his eye sockets, the way it pulled back on his temples. The flat bridge of his nose, his sharp jaw, the mouth stretching almost the entire way along the hollows of his cheeks. He just barely leaned into every touch, doing a very good job of pretending like he didn’t care about you sitting next to him and touching him like he was something precious. Each one of his breaths fanned upwards, over your face, and it smelled like the sweet lime cordial he drank moments before.

Your thumb continued its path around his face until it caught on the center on his bottom lip. One of his eyes drifted open, pupil an inky slit on yellow-green sclera, and he parted his lips just enough for his long, forked tongue to flicker out. It wound around the digit, brushing against your knuckles and the sensitive skin between your fingers. Cold spit cooled even further on your skin as Enéas licked over your hand. In a single swift movement he dipped his head forward to take your thumb fully in his mouth. You froze. His lips tightened around it and he sucked, tongue still working you over. You could feel your cock start to fill and you pressed in and down, putting the slightest amount of pressure on the floor of Enéas’ mouth. A low, raspy moan rumbled through him, eyes fluttering closed and back arching prettily.

Putting more pressure on his mouth, you hooked your thumb behind the bone of his lower jaw and forced it down, exposing hooked teeth and making his tongue loll. “Get me ready, beloved, and be thorough.” You leaned down to press a sweet kiss to the edge of his scaly jaw. “I want both of them today.”

Enéas’s eyes snapped open. His pupils were blown wide in excitement and arousal, and he flickered his tongue out over your skin again before pulling you down next to him with firm hands. Those same hands didn’t hesitate to begin roaming over your body, making quick work of the fastenings keeping your tunic and trousers closed before pulling his own scant clothing off.

“It would be my pleasure, Your Highness,” he said. The sound was already breathless, and sounded so beautiful that it hurt.

He stripped you of your clothing with an impossible combination of speed and reverence, each touch against your skin burning with affection. Pushing you fully onto your back, he slithered around you, smooth scales dragging against your increasingly bare skin until you lay cradled in his strong coils. A heavy tail coaxed your legs apart as large hands began mapping a path down your body. They skimmed over your throat and chest, pausing to tease each of your nipples to full hardness, and drifted lower, caressing your waist and stomach, scratching soft patterns onto your hips and buttocks, before landing on your thighs. His cool, clever mouth soon followed. A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss landed above your pulse, then the base of your neck, trailing cold saliva over your shoulders and down your breastbone. You moaned quietly, unbidden, and your back arched up off the bed, eyes fluttering closed. Your world narrowed to sensation: the chill on your skin, the plush mattress underneath you, the smooth rasp of scales around you. Enéas’ hands lovingly massaging your thighs.

Your eyes shot open with a gasp when you felt his mouth close around one of your nipples. You could feel his smile against your skin as he suckled on the hardened nub. A little jolt went through you as those wicked teeth grazed over the delicate skin, your cock twitching where it now lay fully erect on your belly. One of his hands wandered up to play with the flushed head, dipping into the pre-cum pooling under it before raising his hand and licking his fingers clean.

Gripping his chin, you dragged his face up to meet yours. “I believe I told you to prepare me, Enéas.” The way you said his name managed to land somewhere between sweetly teasing and bitterly displeased. “We may be lovers, but I am still a prince. This may have been my mistake, though, maybe I wasn’t clear enough for you.” You pulled him up further, tucking your mouth beside his ear so that you could whisper directly to him. “Prepare me, my love, and do it nice and thorough. After you’re done, you will fuck me, with both cocks, until I can’t speak or until you fill me with your cum. Whichever comes later. Am I understood?”

Enéas smiled, pupils completely dilated, and dipped his head down to kiss you. It was salty and bitter from your pre-cum, with the barest hint of the lime cordial underneath. “As you wish, my prince.”

He sat back and lowered himself so that he was lying on his front between your legs. The coil of his body that had been pressing one of your legs open dug in harder, pulling your thigh even further out, and he threw your other leg over his shoulder to get better access between your cheeks. His big hands dug in and pulled them apart, exposing your tight hole to the air of the room. He breathed over it, pressing wet, biting kisses onto the supple flesh of your ass before slipping his tongue out and running it all the way from your hole to your balls. The long, slender fork in the muscle wrapped around you, almost delicately, spreading cold saliva over your balls and the base of your shaft. The chill was a brief shock against your skin that sent sparks zipping through you, making you drop your head back onto the mattress and forcing your breaths out in stuttering pants.

Enéas continued alternating between licking at your rim, just barely breaching the ring of muscle with the tips of his tongue, and suckling gently at your sac, each motion drawing desperate little noises out of you. It felt wonderful, but it was nowhere near enough. Somewhere in your mind you had a brief argument with yourself about whether it would be worth it to abandon all semblance of power and control that you had in order to grind your hips back on his face. On one hand, you were royalty, even splayed naked on your bed, and you liked to hold onto that for as long as you could. On the other, the feeling of his cool scales and wet, fluttering tongue was very rapidly driving that particular thing down your list of concerns.

All of that was wiped from your mind when you felt the blunt tip of one of Enéas’ fingers, slicked with oil from a vial he must have hidden somewhere on him when he started moving. It circled your hole slowly, deliberately, pressing just inside every so often, coaxing the muscle to loosen with practiced care. You wanted to squirm, to tense up under the teasing touches, but you forced yourself to breathe through it and relax as much as possible. This earned you a raspy noise of approval and a kiss to your sensitive inner thigh from your naga lover.

Seconds later, it also earned you one of his gloriously thick fingers carefully worked all the way inside you. Your back curved off the bed, a quiet moan spilling from your lips. He pumped it in and out a few times, just starting to open you up enough for him to continue. As soon as you relaxed, unconscious fists unclenching from the bedspread, a second finger, thick and wet with oil, joined the first. He twisted the two about inside you. Each motion dragged the subtle ridges of his scales along your inner walls, and when he crooked his knuckles deep inside you, you arched up with a breathless moan.

“Ohhhh, fuck.”

Enéas’ head emerged from between your legs, and he smirked at you as he began scissoring his fingers, stretching your rim, brushing up against the spot of blinding pleasure on every thrust. “Well, Your Royal Highness? Am I pleasing you now?”

“You would be pleasing me more if you got on with it,” you snarked at him. He grinned back at you, the tremor in your voice and the way that your whole body had begun quivering betrayed your pleasure too much for him to ever believe that you were honestly upset.

“As my prince wishes.”

He raised himself so that he was braced overtop of you, and he rubbed the head of his upper dick over your entrance. You hadn’t even noticed him teasing his cocks erect and out of the slit that usually kept them hidden, but it wouldn’t surprise you if that was what he had been doing with his other hand while prepping you. A sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth was the only warning you got before he pushed into you with near-maddening gentleness. His cocks were more slender than the average human’s, but they were longer, and were covered with nubby barbs of flexible cartilage that caught deliciously inside you whenever he pulled back. He started rocking his hips into yours, getting deeper and deeper with each stroke, dick not close to filling you up but the barbs stimulating you plenty all on their own. You moaned slightly each time he drew back, cock leaking even more pre-cum between your bodies. Waiting until he was fully seated inside you, body flush against your ass, he began gently massaging your hole, the muscle already stretched tight around him. He moved his fingers in sync with his shallow thrusts, slowly but surely opening your hole enough for him to slip his second cock inside.

You were moaning even more loudly now, shuddering noises of pleasure leaving your lips every time Enéas fucked into you or pressed in on your entrance. His finger disappeared from your skin briefly after a particularly rough thrust left you panting and teary-eyed. You whined at the loss, wriggling further back on his dick. Another rough drive of his hips sent your back arching painfully, mouth dropping open as his index finger slipped into you alongside his shaft.

“Nngg, ah-- fuck, so-oo good,” you mewled.

Enéas started fucking into you with even more ferocity, making your whole body move every single time his hips slammed into your ass. Your cock slapped up onto your stomach with an obscenely wet sound, and left wet smears of clear fluid on your skin each time it hit you. The sounds coming out of you were starting to sound desperate, morphing from regular moans of pleasure to pitiful little whimpers and gasps. You were so overwhelmed by the way that his cock reached so deep inside you and caught so gloriously coming back out that you didn’t even notice a second fingertip tease your rim. You didn’t notice it until the smoothly scaled digit thrust into you alongside his first one. The feeling of it, the stretch of your rim definitely painful now, ripped a shattered cry from you.

Your whole body was tensed up, chest heaving with panting breaths. “Oh shit. Enéas, I’m going to…”

The hand he had been using to hold himself above you darted downwards and locked in a tight ring around the base of your steadily leaking cock. The crescendo quickly building in the pit of your stomach was stopped in its tracks, and you wailed at the blocking of your orgasm. Enéas smirked wickedly at you before lowering his mouth to graze lightly over one of your nipples.

“Patience, little prince,” he chided, “Just hold on a little longer, and you can cum on both of my cocks.”

Each word he spoke was punctuated by him driving his barbed shaft into you and scissoring his fingers wider and wider. Somewhere in the haze of your almost-climax he had stuck a third finger into your hole, and all of them were now stretching you out as far as you could go. His big arms wrapped around your back and he aggressively hoisted you upwards, forcing you to wrap your legs around his body. He slipped his fingers out of you, and almost immediately his lower cock replaced it. The shaft was thicker, the head a little more bulbous, and it filled you up so wonderfully next to his other one. Once he was fully seated, he went still to let you get used to the intense stretch inside of you. You tried to wriggle about in his arm to get him even deeper inside of you, but he used both arms to grip you tight to his body, keeping you still. That mouth of his kept lovingly licking over your chest, going slack to let saliva leak out over his lips and onto your skin.

With a firm grip on your hips and an almost painful amount of care, Enéas lifted you up until only the heads of his dicks remained inside of you. Realizing what he was about to do, you stopped writhing in his grasp, relaxing as much as the position allowed. He hissed a thanks into the thin skin above your breastbone. A slight shift of his weight so that all of his coils lay firmly beneath him, and he lowered you almost all the way down onto him. He pressed sweet kisses to the base of your sternum, then each of your nipples, then to the side of your throat. Settling his face into the warm crook of your neck, he began to raise and lower your along his shafts, using your body to fuck himself to completion.

This new position made his cocks reach impossibly deeper inside of you, spines rubbing against that sweet spot with each stroke. You dropped your head forward against Enéas’ shoulder, moaning loudly. With his previous fierce grip on your tortured cock gone, you felt your orgasm begin to build again. Clear pre-cum dripped out of your slick head and smeared between your bodies. He kept bouncing you on him, breath coming out ragged against your neck as he chased after his own climax.

“Holy shit-- that’s so good…”

Your mouth hung open as heat bubbled up in your gut. You tried to warn Enéas again, but all that came out was a strangled gasp of his name before you were cumming between your bodies with a cry. His sharp mouth curved into a grin pressed into the skin of your shoulder as you went boneless in his arms. He kept driving your body down onto himself mercilessly, paying no mind to your limp form. Your eyes filled with tears and drool leaked from your slackened jaw as you were driven to complete overstimulation from him using your body.

“Mmmmhh-hngg....AH!” You moaned desperately, squirming in his arms, trying to get away from the feeling of his cocks inside you that was quickly starting to get painful. Your hole was fluttering erratically around him, and the grip that Enéas had on your hips stuttered, betraying how close he was.

“My prince, I’m…” he managed to grunt out before he pulled you all the way onto his cocks and came inside of you, clutching your body close to his.

His twin dicks twitched against your sensitive walls as thick white cum spilled inside of you. You wailed at the sensation, your own spent cock trying fruitlessly to twitch erect again. Enéas held you against him for several minutes, catching his breath, before he carefully lifted you off of him and laid you down on the now-soiled sheets. The spines on his shafts caught on your puffy rim as he pulled out, making you wince. Your belly was still sticky from your own orgasm, and gobs of Enéas’s cum leaked from your hole, making you feel even filthier. You were completely and utterly fucked-out and content as you lay there in a warm stupor. Cold lips kissed away tears that you hadn’t noticed had fallen, and a hand rubbed comforting circles into the back of your neck. He shifted his body to wrap around you in heavy coils that felt safe and warm, despite his cold blood. You stayed there, cradled against his familiar body, being covered in soft kisses and soothing caresses, until the shaky aftershocks of both of your climaxes dissipated. Once they had, you curled onto your side so that you could nuzzle your face into his scaly neck,

“So?” Enéas whispered into your ear, peppering the side of your face with affectionate pecks. “Did I please you, my prince?”

“Mmm,” you hummed, nibbling on his jaw slightly. “You absolutely did, beloved.”

#monster fucker #monster lover #exophilia #terato #monster x human #naga #tw crying #smut #nsft #minors do not interact #terfs dont fucking touch #seriously if i see a fucking terf i'll fight you #bigots dni

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thespianbooks · 3 years

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A Court of Nightmares and Starlight //Chapter 26//

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"He's breathtaking," Rhys said quietly from his place beside me.

After the maelstrom of labor had passed, Sebastian entered the world with a resounding wail—the most heartwarming sound I had ever heard in my life. The minutes after passed in a blur; the midwife placing him on my chest as she and Madja worked on cleaning him off with damp washcloths while Rhys and I stared at our newborn babe. We were both too completely and utterly stunned to speak in those first few minutes but sobbed the second he opened his eyes and were met with remarkable violet-blue.

Every part of him was truly incredible; resembling his father in nearly every feature except for the blue in his eyes and the tiny, perfect, shape of his mouth—even better than my own. I touched the soft, dark tendrils of his black hair as I nodded in agreement with Rhys's sentiment.

"He's amazing," I said, my voice still hoarse from my cries of agony.

But, as our gazes lingered on our son, the overwhelming relief I felt outshined my earlier anguish—any I felt before this moment. All the worry that had grown over the last several months, all the pain I had just endured, now vanished the longer I held my son. As I touched his cheek with a tentative finger, my tattoos a stark contrast against his perfectly unblemished skin, I felt a new bond snap into place.

Rhys must've felt it too, because the kiss he pressed to my temple was tender before he whispered to Sebastian, "Cauldron save you, Mother hold you. I, High Lord of the Night Court, vow to shield you with my body, protect you with my sword," I saw his throat bob as he swallowed before carrying on. "And keep you in my heart. My son."

The tears I had been battling to hold back finally fell as he finished those sacred vows, identical to the words we exchanged when he swore me in as his High Lady. My mate pressed another kiss to my brow but didn't pull back as I met his silver-lined eyes.

"Thank you, Feyre darling," he murmured softly, brushing away my tears with his thumb.

I beamed in return, my throat still thick as I touched his face with my free hand and swept away his own tears. "I couldn't have done it without you, Rhysand," I whispered.

Sebastian mewled quietly from his place on my chest, his wailing having ceased shortly after being placed on my skin, my mate and I returned our attention to him; that all-too familiar gentle and soft glimmer pulsing through the bond that now connected the three of us in the flesh.

XXX

"We call it the Dawn of the North." Rhys began, both of us settled in bed, Sebastian covered in a light blanket and still curled up on my chest for the precious skin-to-skin contact the midwife deemed crucial for the first hour of his life.

In this first hour following the birth, my scent and touch was pivotal in aiding Sebastian's development and especially in triggering his first few instincts—nursing being the most important. It was also a vital part of the new and delicate mother-baby bond between us. So, after the midwife and Madja had cleared away the mess from the delivery and provided me with my own postpartum care; instructing me to rest and recuperate after the undertaking my body had just been through, Rhys joined my side in bed; making sure the warm blankets I had been draped and covered with remained intact. With an arm wrapped securely around my shoulders, he waved a hand, his magic turning the bed in the direction of the window opposite of us. When I met him with a questioning stare, he simply smiled and motioned to the window again; urging me to look for myself.

The sky was painted in delicate, rippling curtains of green and blue light. The stars shimmering as the veils of light transitioned from one color to the next; multiple hues ranging from pale green, to red, to pink, and varying shades of blue shining through as they moved in soft waves across the sky. Set against the mountain, Ramiel, those three stars that only appeared on rare occasions in our court now shone bright while the rest continued glimmering in the patterned light. The look of astonishment on my face caused Rhys to grin as he went on to explain its origin.

"In the ancient texts, it's said that one of the first elements that came into being was night. Nyx, the primordial, and often forgotten, goddess of night was the prelude to the creation of our world-to Prythian itself," Rhys continued, his fingers brushing along my shoulder gently as we stared out at the sky.

"She was rumored to have wings and was powerful enough to be both feared and idolized by the ancient beings of Prythian and the continent. One of the many stories I heard growing up was her love of flying. My mother used to tell me that whenever Nyx would take to the skies, she would rattle the stars just from the mighty flap of her wings as she soared through them. In the early hours of dawn that would follow, the sky would look like this," he went on, his hold around me tightening slightly.

"It could only be seen in the Northern territory of Prythian. When the lords and the courts came to be, the sky would shimmer like this almost every night, but like Starfall, it soon faded over time and became a rare occasion—only appearing the night a new heir to the Night Court was born...as a sign of Nyx's blessing and approval." Rhys finished with a smile, bringing a hand up to wipe at a tear I hadn't realized I shed.

"It's beautiful," I breathed as I turned my head to look at him. "So, it can't be seen in the other courts?" I asked, thinking of the snowfall that had appeared in all of the territories following Eira's birth and how it must have compared to the storm that ravaged the Winter court instead.

Rhys's grin was crooked as he shook his head. "It's exclusive to our court alone, but our allies are being treated to a shower of stars similar to Starfall, minus the spirits" he explained, his eyes returning to Sebastian as the newborn let out a small sigh.

I brushed my fingers along Sebastian's back lightly, afraid that anything more might cause him to disappear, or worse. Through the bond, I could feel Rhys's equal level of apprehensiveness.

"He almost doesn't seem real, does he?" I asked as I continued my feather-light touch along my son's spine.

Rhys shook his head. "I have to keep reminding myself that I'm not dreaming," he said. "That I have a son, here in the flesh, and it's not some cruel trick of illusion crafted by the Cauldron as punishment for my sins…"

My fingers halted before reaching over to grasp my mate's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "He's real, Rhysand," I said softly. "Do you remember what I told you all those months ago? How our son, our little Bash, is the culmination of all the best parts of you; of all the good you've done and are?"

The silver lining his eyes returned as he brought his lips down to meet mine with gentle ease in a chaste kiss. "All because of you, Feyre darling," he responded, his voice barely above a whisper before he kissed me again.

I smiled as we pulled apart and turned startled eyes to our son as he let out a tiny grunt. "Do you disapprove of my affection towards your mother, Bash?" Rhys asked softly.

I saw his hand twitch as if he might reach out and touch him, but changed his mind at the last second. You can touch your son, Rhysand, I promise I won't bite.

My mate's chuckle was quiet, but I felt his lingering trepidation. "It's okay," I encouraged.

His throat bobbed as he reached a shaky hand out and placed it gently on the back of Sebastian's head—so tiny and frail in my mate's large hand. Sebastian remained unfazed, eyes still closed and breathing even, as Rhys brushed a thumb along the light wisps of his blue-black hair.

"He is so small," Rhys murmured, voice still thick with unshed tears as he admired our son up close. "His nose, his lips, his eyes...they are the tiniest I have ever seen in my entire existence."

"He's perfect," I echoed before leaning in to press a breath of a kiss to my son's brow.

Sebastian let out another soft sigh at the contact and twisted his head back slightly, prying his eyes open to meet mine and my heart nearly stopped as I stared back at him. Tears immediately sprang back into my eyes as I smiled.

"Hello Sebastian. It's me...it's mommy," I said, near sobbing. "I love you so much…"

Sebastian's eyes slipped back closed, head cradled in Rhys's hand, already spent from our short interaction. Rhys let out a shuddering breath as I turned to look at him, tears of joy still falling.

"I don't know how I'll ever thank you for this, Feyre," he said, shedding a few tears of his own. "For this gift, this life."

You don't ever have to, Rhysand. He is our son, our gift. I said through the bond.

He pulled me closer as he kissed me again, his brow lingering against mine as we relished in this new familial tie between us.

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Once our uninterrupted hour had passed, Madja and the midwife knocked on the bedroom door, causing both of us to tense as I held onto Sebastian more securely and as Rhys sat up in the bed; wings appearing a second later and curling protectively around Sebastian and me. I laughed when I realized just how soon those feral instincts had kicked in for us and touched Rhys's arm gently.

"They aren't a threat, they're just our caregivers," I reminded him.

He nodded, tucking his wings back in as he called the healer and midwife in, but kept a hand on my back as they entered. The two females came to my side, Madja pulling back the blankets I had been covered with in order to survey my recovery—mostly making sure no post-delivery complications were arising as the midwife began instructing me on how to nurse Sebastian. Both Rhysand and I paid close attention to the midwife's direction, taking extra care to the details on how I should position him on my breast and where Rhys could help should the need arise.

It took a bit of maneuvering, including Sebastian's adorably furrowed brow that resembled my mate's own look of frustration and confusion, but he latched on and was suckling in a matter of minutes. The sensation was strange and foreign, but something deep inside of me warmed as I cradled him to my breast, running a finger along his cheek lightly as he nursed. That warmth turned to a deeper understanding of the love I had for my son, and pride in the fact that I was able to nourish him. I was enough—had been enough in order to grow him safely inside of me, and now had the ability to provide him the sustenance he needed to survive outside of my womb.

I was enough.

You have always been more than enough, Feyre darling

I gave my mate an amorous smile, realizing he had been watching me with a level of devotion I hadn't seen before sparkling in his violet eyes. His hand rubbed loving circles into my back as we turned our concentration back to the midwife, who gave us further instruction on the nursing protocol. I briefly recalled seeing Viviane nurse and thought of how easy she made the process look, but as the midwife explained that I needed to switch Sebastian between breasts every so often and make sure he burped in between the feedings that would take place every few hours; all the while taking care of myself during my own convalescence, I couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed.

As if she could read my thoughts, Madja placed a comforting hand over mine. "It may seem like an impossible task now, my lady, but we will help you get accustomed and make sure all of your health needs are met," she said.

The midwife nodded in agreement, and so did Rhysand as he stroked the length of my shoulder. "You know you have plenty of support, my love," he said, and I knew he didn't just mean himself or the midwives.

We had our friends, a whole family, waiting for us back in Velaris once Sebastian and I were strong enough to go back. I stared at my newborn babe, wondering how they might react when they first laid eyes on him—only to be surprised when just the thought alone made me recoil, a sense of panic rising in me. Rhys chuckled at my plight, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"Welcome to my world, Feyre darling," he teased. "Having that irrational, primal urge to keep him away, protected from everyone else, is akin to what I felt when our bond snapped into place."

I blinked; my instincts much further along than I earlier realized. "It's so odd," I mused. "I couldn't wait to introduce him to our family before, but now?"

I looked at Sebastian again as he suckled sleepily and rubbed his cheek gently in order to coax him awake. "I don't think I can let them anywhere near him yet," I admitted.

The midwife offered an empathetic smile while Madja laughed. "That is normal, my Lady, and will go away, to a degree, with time," she reassured.

"We should tell them though," I said to Rhys. "Let them know that he's here, and that we're both safe and healthy."

Rhys gestured to the window, the sky still painted with sparkling veils of pale blues and greens. "They know," he said. "I sent them a message via Az shortly after this appeared in the sky."

I sighed contentedly as I stared at the beauty of it, imagining what color paints I would need to mix in order to achieve those specific hues and what size canvas I would need. Nyx's flight I would call it, in honor of the ancient night goddess and my son's birth.

The midwife and Madja left after Sebastian completed his first successful session of nursing, wherein I reluctantly handed him over to their care for his first wellness examination. The midwife weighed and measured him, tested his reflexes and checked his overall wellbeing, all without much complaint from him as Rhys remained close to his side and talked him through the duration of the exam in soft murmurs. I watched from my place on the bed, propped up against a mountain of pillows after Madja performed her own examination of me and wiped my sweaty body clean with a warm damp towel. The magic of the Cabin presented a new shift at the foot of the bed, and the healer helped me change into that as well before helping me settle back into my semi-sitting position.

My eyes stung as I watched the midwife instruct Rhysand on how to properly place and secure a nappy on our son, before offering to show him how to properly swaddle a newborn babe. I saw my mate's enthusiastic nod, realizing he'd get to hold our son for the first time during the demonstration, and glanced in my direction for approval.

I can't do all the work, now can I? I teased through the bond.

His answering smile was just as warm as mine before he set about his task, the midwife only correcting his technique once before Rhys lifted and cradled the babe in his arms. The bundle that was now Sebastian looked impossibly tiny in my mates muscled arms; the Illyrian warrior, the High Lord of the Night Court, now enveloping his newborn son—the son he never thought he'd have, or deserved. I wiped the tears that spilled over as the older females dismissed themselves, and Rhys crossed back over to my bedside, eyes never leaving Sebastian's face as he stood. My heart squeezed as Rhys brought a hand to touch Sebastian's cheek hesitantly, his eyes growing silver lined as he marveled at our son.

"I don't think I'll ever grow tired of this feeling," Rhys murmured, gaze returning to mine.

"No, I don't think we will," I agreed, resting my head back against a pillow as I watched him.

Rhys paused, realizing. "Do you want him back?" he asked, knowing full-well that my maternal instincts were in full effect.

I shook my head. "I love seeing him in your arms Rhysand," I said. "I don't want you to leave my sight while you have him, but after months of imagining what it might look like to see you hold him...I can't picture anything better."

My mate softened at the sentiment before returning his gaze to Sebastian. "We better enjoy this time together while we still have it Bash, before your mother keeps you all to herself," he joked with a wink at me.

"I hope you warned the others," I quipped, a sleepy smile on my face as I watched Rhys make a small lap around the room, staying in close proximity to the bed.

"Mor and Cassian are already begging to come up here first thing in the morning, but Azriel, Amren and Nesta are keeping them leashed."

My laugh was quiet as I thought of their eagerness, but in reality, they all knew that it would be a while before they could be properly introduced to the newest addition of the inner circle. The midwife explained that the newborn bond was the most intense during the first week, and though I wouldn't be completely healed for another five following, we would at least be able to invite our family to meet Sebastian without the overwhelming need to safeguard him threatening to consume us and bare our teeth at our loved ones.

"They are going to love him," I said as I continued watching him move around the room, eyes growing heavier and heavier with the need to sleep.

Rhys heard the exhaustion in my voice and offered a sympathetic smirk as those adoring violet eyes turned to me. "You should sleep, my love, you've more than earned it after your efforts," he said.

I turned weary eyes to the bundle in his arms and he chuckled. "You can trust I won't leave your side, or even this room."

"I know," I said with a long yawn as he crossed back over to my side, taking a seat on the small space provided on the edge of the bed.

"I'll stay right here while you sleep," Rhys promised. "I think I can placate him until his next feeding."

I grinned languidly. "It can't be too hard if he continues to sleep like this," I said, glancing at Sebastian, who had fallen asleep almost immediately after being secured in his swaddle.

"My thoughts exactly, Feyre darling," he purred.

I was too exhausted to laugh, and instead brushed my fingers along Sebastian's cheek as he remained at peace in his father's arms. My heart squeezing as the full weight of realization hit, that our son was being held by Rhysand—his father.

To the stars who listen,

I brought my hand to his and squeezed it as his words echoed through our bond, both of us sharing a tender smile before admiring the sleeping bundle in his arms once again.

And the dreams that are answered.

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hosierydarling · 3 years

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Candlelit Delight

“Just a few more steps, darling…”

Those words were purrrred in a hot whisper by her left ear. Jenni was blindfolded and naked, and being led by her lover. She knew she was in their en suite bathroom. The sweet smell of lavender and lush citrus fruits could be tasted in the steam that was rising from their ornate Roman tub. The steam was not overwhelming just enough to stimulate her senses and sensitize her skin. The room also smelled like candles melting, and she could feel the warmth of their proximity.

Sammi led her to the tub. Placing Jenni’s hand on her shoulder for support, she bent down reaching for Jenni’s ankle. “Lift, sweetheart.” Jenni's foot was gently guided into the already prepared bath. Delighting in Jenni’s purrr at the perfectly warm temperature of the mixture of water and oils within. Sammi assists her in guiding her other foot up and into the tub and allows her to settle gloriously.

Slipping on a pair of soft skin gloves, letting her eyes roam over the flawless form of her lover, Sammi reached for Jenni’s arm and guided her to stand in the tub. Softly inhaling the intoxicating aroma drifting off of her lovers delectable curves, she steadies her and begins to rub her down with the soft caress of those gloves.

Delighting in the soft writhing of Jenni’s excited form and the delicious purrrrrss from her throat, she runs her hands over every inch of perfect flesh, rubbing those oils into her soft smooth skin.

“MmMmmm how delicious you look, Jenni….so sexy !” Sammi steps around the tub and runs her hands over her lover’s toned tummy, and up over the ample swell of her chest. Allowing her exquisite skin to absorb the exotic aromatic oils. Sliding her hands up those endless slender legs and up over the pert expanse of her heart shaped rear, between her legs and over the heat of her core.

Allowing the tub to drain, she finishes Jenni’s rubdown, getting excess oil off of her soft calves and sexy feet. She then removes the gloves and dries her hands before assisting Jenni from the tub.

“Stand still one moment and let the air kiss your skin, darling, ill be back in one moment.”

Jenni stood, her body tingling, she felt beautiful, smelled divine and was very excited in anticipation of what Sammi had prepared for her.

Sammi returned and guided Jenni over to a large chair and footstool. Jenni then felt her lover’s arms snake around her waist and secure a thin strip of soft satiny fabric at her hips. The cool feel of metal dangling against the fronts and backs of her upper thighs told her it was a garter belt and her deduction was further proved by the sexy soft feel of sheer nylon spread over her soft toes, and slowly drawn up her ankle, and smoothed over her calf and thigh, her lover’s fingers simply kissing her legs. After affixing both stockinged legs to their garters, Sammi lifted Jenni’s foot and slipped on a black satin platformed sandal, enjoying the enticing sexy look it gave her lover’s legs.

Buckling the sandals, Sammi guided Jenni into the chair, it was reclined, very comfortable lounging but felt like a dentists chair. She gasped as Sammi lifted her ankles and set them in what seemed to be stirrups, causing her legs to part wide.

Sammi then stepped between those legs, and Jenni felt as a large rubber ball was inserted into her mouth, tightly confining her jaw, her hair was then lifted as straps went around her head, buckles were secured; in effect silencing her. Then to her immediate surprise her blindfold was lifted. Jenni blinked but didn’t take her long to adjust to the candlelight.

“Oh Jenni, you are so deliciously vocal so often for me, but tonight I just want to hear the sound of your chest as it heaves while you pant, and the muffled sounds of your pleasure.”

Sammi leans to Jenni’s mouth, cradles her jaw and kisses the round rubber ball keeping her lover silent, her tongue trailing wet over those stretched lips.

She then stepped back and went to the gorgeous platter of honey vanilla scented candles and picked one up. Bringing to Jenni as she stands between her legs, and, biting down upon her bottom lip in concentration, tipped the candle to allow the melting wax to drip over her lover’s nipples. She delighted at Jenni’s reaction, thrashing instantly in the chair as the hot wax stimulated those sensitive nipples, her muffled cries were glorious. The way her nipples stood out was breathtaking as she coated them fully in wax. Sammi had to moan just watching this stunning creature writhe before her was exquisite. The wax cooled to a smooth glossy coating outlining her nipples like pasties. She smiled to herself, closing her eyes and listening to her lover’s panting like a heartbeat.

She trembled, and knelt between her lover’s legs drinking in the sight of those rolling hips in that deliciously excited puss, glistening wet. Slender fingers cupping her heated mound and kneading those swollen aching lips, caressing her eager sex.

“Mmmm Jen….i can’t wait to see this puss filled tight with the monstrous toy I have waiting for you….you do want it yes??”

Sammi clenched her thighs and shuddered at the eager insistent nodding of her lover, feeling her core burn and moisten at the thought of ravishing this delicious morsel.

At that she peeled back the hood of her clit and let drop one splash of hot wax, and then relished in the uncontrollable convulsions of her lover as she squealed behind that gag and climaxed so beautifully.

“Ooooh simply gorgeous, good girl!”

Sammi then helped Jenni out of the chair, watching her trembling legs, leading her over to a low padded bench, and guiding her to straddle the bench.

“Lie back, get comfortable honey, I will be back in a moment.”

Sammi steps away and swiftly disrobes, stepping from her long satin robe and picking up a thick veined dildo of massive proportions, Licking at its engorged tip she sauntered back to her treat.

She helped Jenni get comfortable, and then lifted her legs ALL the way up, pressed almost behind her head, and then proceeded to straddle her lover in this manner, her body weight keeping Jenni’s legs pressed to the side of her head, settling so that she faced her treat’s glorious wet puss, and delighted in the fact that her own wet hot sex hovered inches above Jenni’s mouth but the poor girl’s mouth was completely and tightly gagged shut by that ball.

She smiled as she admired that gorgeous puss now displayed wide open that her legs were held contorted as such. She brought that cockhead down and teased along those parted folds, purrrrrring to herself, letting the length of the shaft with its ridged veins stimulate those aching lips. Teasing the wonderfully soft velvet petals of her sex, and listening to the muffled pleas of her lover, causing her to tremble, Pushing that thick cock past her lips, just its head, teasing her, coaxing her to a state of delirious ecstasy.

“Mmmm so so delicious doll, moan for me….”

Sammi bites her lip hard in excitement at the muffled moans that spill from around that gag. She stifles her own honey drizzled sounds of desire, as she pushes that dildo deep into that needy pussy. Gasping as she watched her treats hips and rear shiver gloriously. She pushed that dildo down into that delicious sex to its hilt and let it remain there til Jenni’s tremors subsided.

Then she begin to work the girl’s puss for all it was worth. Thrusting that enormous shaft into that decadent lil purse, Plunging deep into her wanting sex spurred on by the muffled squeals coming from behind her, and feeling those long slender legs simply quivering underneath her.

Purrrrring as she simply plows into that delicious sex, delighting in the fevered shuddering of her love pinned beneath her and smirking as she feels the round surface of the ballgag reach up to her own pussy as Jenni tries desperately to taste of her own sex that she knows is glistening wet hovering over her face. Moaning in delight at the excited lust of her lover spurs her on, and she pistons that monster deep into her relentlessly.

“Jenni you are allowed to climax whenever you desire”

Almost instantly her muffled whimpering cries become more feral, almost growling into the ball. And she began to thrash and convulse, leaving Sammi’s jaw to drop in delight as that pussy began to cream so beautifully, coating her fingers wrapped round that phallus as it split her wide and filled her tight. Enjoying the soft bouncing she was experienced as Jenni’s legs were kicking in her throes of passion, like a bucking bull threatening to pitch Sammi off of those pinned up legs.

Removing the dildo, Sammi leaned over to that sex and began to lap at it, eagerly drinking up that sweet honey as it coated those sugary lips, delighting in her treat, moaning into her sex, fingers teasing to coax more of that sweet cream from her. Lapping her clean and lifting off of her lover, drawing her legs back down, sitting her back up to where she straddled the bench.

Sammi then straddled the bench in front of Jenni, admiring her panting quivering form; leaned over and unbuckled her gag, pulling it free from her mouth. Capturing those lips and kissing her deeply.

Jenni took her lovers mouth passionately as her body trembled after the delicious onslaught of her love’s ministrations, lost in the clutches of desire…

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mauserfrau · 4 years

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Eyeshine, Part 3 - Bordertober

Oof, lil late.

Parts 1 & 2 Here

Features the end of the mysterious recording previously featured, as well as more claustrophobia, and more Tyreen acting up.

He tried the jump to Pandora again. Tyreen snarled. Like she knew that he’d repeated himself long before the silent confirmation lit up the screen.

She said nothing and her silence came off in his veins. Troy could feel his whole body tetchy and waiting for her to slam in, fill his awareness. She didn’t though. She pushed off from the navigation console and she dived up to the ceiling, balancing along a seam on her fingertip. Her hair spread like crinoid tendrils as she bobbed back and forth and back and forth.

In a fit of movement, she’d turned herself over, hanging on another line.

Troy watched all of this in the console coating. He turned to tell her something. He didn’t exactly know what.

Tyreen lunged away. He heard her swear, but the sudden cycler sounds covered her words. She braced herself upside-down in the shadows of the cages

Again, he watched her through the coating.

Troy had never consciously realized how feral his sister behaved sometimes. It dawned on him now in a simple sort of way.

She had always been-- his sister. His playmate. That voice up ahead of him on the trail. The qualities of her company hadn’t mattered.

But soon, other people would know her. Would they realize? Would the truth come to them that much sooner than it had to him where sometimes when he slept he swore he could still feel her sharing their blood at his side?

Troy shook his head.

“What?” demanded Tyreen.

So she was watching him back.

“Figuring,” he said.

He’d been trying so hard to think of something other than where they’d found themselves. He’d tried until it hurt and now his thoughts were those of a tired boy, not, well, whatever he was.

His attention moved over the virgule on his wrist. He placed his hand on the side of the console, stranding fingerprints behind. Then he slid himself underneath.

One thing at a time. He’d check the control wires. Her eyes would skim the back of his neck.

He’d think about circuits and pretend.

It was one thing to walk in the footsteps of a toothy, little hunter like his sister.

Then it was another to be alone on a shuttle retrofitted with a subspace jump drive meant for products from another company. With someone who saw with phantom teeth.

The console wiring checked out. Troy pried up the floor panel and inspected the crystalline fibers connecting to the internal parts of the jump drive. Sometimes the things shattered. He’d brought some refurbished lines in case that happened, using the newest ones for their first attempts. The data flow checked out as normal from both the mini interface on the jump drive and all three ports he tried on the console. He could start most of the diagnostics on the drive from the shuttle controls he found. Some of the more granular checks would only start locally. “Gravitational field detected. Failsafe test in five… four…” and then a shuddering click at zero that gave him a pleased emoji.

The internal parts of the drive further reported no issues with the external portion.

Troy sighed. He pulled his legs out of the equipment well. His left hip popped. A dull burn started in his thigh muscles. He’d been sitting for too long with the gravity on. And now that the adrenaline was fading out, he was left with plain stress substances that were going to swell into more pain. Plus, he really wanted to wash his face.

But Tyreen sat with her back to the water closet door. Soon, she’d head in. She’d been moving in a circuit through the cabin: water cycler, grinding to herself, water closet, dozing, back to the cycler until she was dribbling down the front of her shirt.

“So hey,” Troy said.

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“I need your Coeus. It’s got the manual for the jump drive.”

“What good’s the manual gonna do!” Tyreen snapped. “It says ‘unknown error’. There’s no ‘unknown error’ in the index. What the hell sense would that make anyway?”

“You looked?”

Tyreen lunged. She yanked the Coeus out of its cradle and flung it at him.

Troy scrambled to catch it, landing facedown on the dirty floor.

Snickers flowed from her and the suppers she’d disturbed with all the sudden movements.

His elbow ached too. Troy laid the Coeus down in front of him and tried to straighten out his back. He drummed his fingers until the twinges had died down. “I know that’s all you’ve got to do.” He did his best to lead her to maybe lending him a hand. This was kind of a one-person job, but it might keep her mind occupied to hand him tools and read him pages. She read pretty good. He almost hoped.

Instead, Tyreen went to the cages. She grabbed a hexling by the neck, spilling sand on its cage mates and then grabbing the vacuum, which got everything screaming.

Some of those were maybe his food too. Well, after he tried at least a few more things.

Like slapping the Coeus on his knee until the screen worked again.

The way he saw it, Troy had possible problems.

He’d botched the internal installation. The jump drive wasn’t like any of the surviving equipment from Dad’s ship proper. Sod’s law: Anything that can go wrong, will—at the worst possible moment. He was a pretty big whatever.

They’d botched the external installation somehow. It was supposed to be simple: affix a box someplace that no other equipment would interfere. They’d placed that box half a foot beneath the viewscreen camera. The two might have started chattering to one another. In that case, they had no equipment to spacewalk; no way to move the two apart.

The external portion had broken during the jump. That was appreciably the worst case. They had a chance of reaching somewhere with a misplaced external unit. A broken one and this, the shuttle, was everything they had left; that and the great unknown of problems he could not predict, swells of existences no one had ever pulled out of the emptiness, breakages he could not see, somethings behind his perception which that, that he wished he hadn’t thought of with the animals acting up given Tyreen stirring restless on the bed again.

He decided it was an installation issue. He could fix that. Even if he had to take the whole jump drive out and put it back in.

That ran the risk of damage. But they might already be drowning in damage.

Might be. Could be. Sworn to things he couldn’t see.

The only thing driving him crazier seemed to sneer at him from the shuttle’s directories.

Once again, Troy took the headphones out. He pretended this time that he jacked them into the Coeus, even though the Coeus had no sound output.

He took a deep breath and he listened.

“Well, if this isn’t some sweet doll over here. Yeah, that’s a good girl. Let me see those eyes shine. I love it when you act all shy.”

Troy closed his hand on his knee and pressed his hand down as hard as he could.

He went headfirst into the kiss, knowing it was there this time. He hadn’t even heard the whole thing the first time. His face got so hot.

“You know what else is different, Doll? You. Yeah, they don’t have girls like you on Pandora. It’s kinda, what’s the word, rustic out there at the edge of everything that is and, you know.”

“I know I spent the whole party looking for you and now here I am, telling you the truth. It’s so crazy.”

“Truth’s always crazy. Didn’t you know? But so what about that. We’re both gonna get something we want. I’m never going back to Pandora, mmm,” Dad smacked his lips in that thinking way he did sometimes. He did so in spite of his company. “Shot my way out of this monster’s asshole once. Did I tell you that one already?”

“You can tell me again.”

“And again. But no. Nevvver going back to Pandora. And you want, hmm, I think I know what you want.”

“I want to see the stars.”

There was static. Rustling clothes. A transmission beep. And then nothing. The recording ended.

Troy watched a handful of other bright spots topple off of the side of the viewscreen. He wondered if this, however this ended, meant he’d had his fill of stars.

#Bordertober #border-tober #borderlands 3 #Tyreen Calypso #Tyreen being Tyreen #Troy Calypso #troy calypso pov #Typhon DeLeon #claustrophobia #technical babble #BTW this is the halfway point #there are eighteen scenes in this thing #late because of super secret project #what is said project #wait then it wouldn't be a secret

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angelicthor · 5 years

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happily ever after

pairing: alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader.

summary: final to the red riding hood series. you and bucky try to expand your family

warnings/genre: + 18 only, abo, breeding kink

masterlist | red riding hood | big bad wolf | happily ever after |

I threw myself to the wolf, only to learn of the tenderness in his howl and the loyalty in his blood

You clawed at the sheets beneath you as Bucky mercilessly thrust into your slick pussy, both of you covered in a sheen of sweat, bodies completely desperate for each other in the frenzy of your heat and Bucky’s rut. The low rumbles of his growls intermingled with your high-pitched cries and the repetitive slamming of the headboard against the wall. Throwing your head back after a particularly hard thrust, you sighed in bliss as you felt Bucky’s knot catch with every roll of his hips into yours, Bucky burying his face into your heaving chest and laving your breasts with attention, suckling on your sensitive nipples until your arched into his mouth.

“Alpha,” You whined, practically begging Bucky; for more, to cum, you weren’t sure. You couldn’t decipher the thoughts racing through your mind fast enough to figure it out.

“Don’t worry Omega, I’m right here. You’re Alpha’s gonna take good care of you,” You mewled at Bucky’s words as he lapped at bond mark on your neck, “Want to cum babygirl? Want your Alpha’s knot in that tight omega cunt? I know you do baby, gonna fuck you full of my pups, watch you grow round with ‘em.”

You whimpered at the idea, cunt clenching around Bucky’s cock in arousal as Bucky groaned at the feeling, eyes squeezed shut before opening to reveal his normally steel-blue eyes near black with lust, looking positively feral as he thrust even harder into you, your body moving up the bed with every single sink of his cock into your core.

“Fuck, Omega likes that, huh? Want my pups babygirl? Fuck, I know you do. Come on Omega, cum for me.” Bucky’s words mixed his fingers quickly circling over your throbbing clit were too much for you to handle, your body exploding with euphoria as you thrashed beneath him, toes curling as every muscle tremored with ecstasy.

“That’s a good girl, such a good fucking omega. That pretty little pussy milking me so good, gonna knot you so fucking good babygirl, fuck, gonna fill you with my seed - Omega,” Bucky grunted before he erupted inside you, knot locking him in place as his cum painted your walls, an animalistic growl tearing from his throat as he did.

You were both panting messes as you came down from your highs, limbs shaking as Bucky struggled to hold himself over you, slowly adjusting until he was lying on his back, you pressed against his side, leg thrown over his as to not jostle the knot that was so intimately connected to you. Pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead, Bucky wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer to him as you rested your head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart, remembering what he had just told you and wondering if he really meant it or if it was just heat-of-the-moment ramblings.

“Y/N, doll, I can hear you thinking,” Bucky’s hoarse voice cut through your thoughts, a teasing lilt to his tone as his fingers danced with yours on his chest.

Peering up at him, you saw that all previous traces of lust had gone and the usual look of love once again light up his features, shinning bright in his eyes as he stared down at you.

“Did you mean what you said?” You questioned meekly, hopeful that his answer was yes, wanting nothing more than to start a family with your Alpha.

Bucky’s brows furrowed before realisation washed over him, hand moving to cradle your face as he drew you in for a affectionate kiss. Breaking away, Bucky rested his forehead against yours, “Of course I did. And I’m not gonna stop fucking you until you start growing round with our pups.”

Bucky nipped at your lip before falling back against the plush pillows beneath him, settling you down on his chest as you buried your face there, trying to hide the growing smile on your lips at his declaration.

That night you fell asleep to the comforting sound of Bucky’s heart beneath your ear, a cool breeze drifting through the open bedroom window, the distant howls of the wolves in the forest as you dreamt of yours and Bucky’s pups; of their tiny hands wrapping around Bucky’s much larger ones, of them falling asleep against your breast in your arms, of how protective your Alpha would be of his omega and your pups, completely unknowing of the life that was beginning to grow inside you.

True to his word, Bucky had fucked you every moment he could until you had started to experience symptoms of pregnancy and after one eventful trip to the village doctor confirmed what you two already suspected, you both began to prepare for the oncoming arrival of your pups.

After hearing the news of your pregnancy, Bucky had become the most protective Alpha you had ever seen, not wanting you or the pups to be hurt by anything or anyone. You were certain that if he could, he would subjugate you to bedrest until the pups arrived but as it was, he shadowed you wherever you went, an arm wrapped protectively around your waist, hand splayed across your growing stomach and heavens help an any alpha that dared to even look in your direction, a low rumbling growl emitting from deep within Bucky’s chest, nostrils flaring as his eyes became positively feral. You truly feared that one day an Alpha would push him too far and Bucky would end up doing something undoable.

Another side-effect of your pregnancy; Bucky was suddenly insatiable. Apparently, the sight of your swelling belling, knowing that your children were growing in there, caused Bucky no end of arousal. You and Bucky had a very active sex life before your pregnancy that wasn’t restricted to ruts and heats but now it was as if you couldn’t be in the same room anymore without Bucky’s cock pressing against the fabric of his jeans, him burying his face in your neck and littering the skin there with kisses as he groaned in desperation to have you.

His favourite thing, however, was eating you out, claiming that not only had your scent now changed but also your taste and he was addicted to it. Which is how you wound up here, on your back, hands fisting the sheets as Bucky devoured you like a man possessed, tongue lapping at everything you had, not letting a single drop of your slick go to waste. Bucky groaned into your cunt as your taste flooded his senses, the vibrations of his enjoyment causing your hips to buck, grinding against his lips as you tried to chase your approaching end.

Peering over your baby bump, you locked eyes with Bucky’s blazing gaze that was already staring up at you, watching your face contort with the satisfaction he was providing you and grinning into your glistening pussy as he doubled his efforts, pushing you closer and closer to your release, desperate to feel you cum on his tongue.

The feeling of his teeth gently grazing over your throbbing clit as a deep growl tore from his throat is what finally pushed you over the edge and into oblivion, hips bucking against his mouth to try and prolong your orgasm as Bucky happily drank everything you had to give, your body shuddering under the assault of his sinful lips.

You lay panting on the bed as you came down from your high, Bucky pressing kisses onto the soft skin of your round belly, talking to the pups inside and you couldn’t stop the grin from growing on your lips as you listened.

“Hey kiddos, sorry if that got a lil crazy in there for a second, I just can’t get enough of your ma, she tastes divine- ow!” Bucky was cut off with a shout of pain as you tugged on his hair, shooting him a glare that told him to steer away from his current conversation with your unborn children.

“Right, right – inappropriate, sorry. I really can’t wait to meet you, neither can your momma, but we know it’s not time yet.” His hands gently stroked over your stomach, feeling them move beneath his touch and fighting back tears at the feeling, “I love you so much and I promise to always try and be the best Alpha and Daddy you could ever want me to be. Just do me a favour though, try not to hurt your momma too much when you finally do come, ok?”

You could feel the tears welling in your eyes at Bucky’s words, watching as he lovingly caressed where your unborn children were growing in you, a look of absolute wonder sketched across his features. Placing one last kiss on your bump, Bucky moved up the bed to pull you into his arms, nestling into his chest and purring in content as your hand rested on top of Bucky’s on your swollen stomach.

Pulling the blankets over your form, Bucky made sure you were comfortable and warm, as attentive as always as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, fingers twirling through your hair as he talked about preparations for the pups; things that still needed to be bought, the nursery that still needed to be organised, possible names. You listened with a smile as Bucky spoke in growing enthusiasm about all his plans for your pups, knowing that there wasn’t a single place you’d rather be in that moment than in your alpha’s arms, feeling your pups gently kick as you dozed to sleep in your nest.

It was a few more months until you were finally able to hold your pups, Bucky staying by your side throughout the whole labour, your back pressed against his chest as he murmured words of reassurance in your ear, Doctor Banner helping you deliver the twins as your gripped at the skin of Bucky’s thighs with an iron-clad hold, nails digging into the skin as your screams filled the room.

You felt Bucky’s breath hitch behind you when the tiny cries of your twins met your ears, your body practically collapsing in exhaustion at finally having delivered both pups. Bruce cleaned them both up, placing one in your arms and the other in Bucky’s and you could feel your bottom lip quiver as you attempted to keep the tears at bay.

“Doll,” Bucky’s voice was no louder than a whisper, raw with emotion and you could see your alpha struggling to keep it together as he gazed down at his daughter in his arms soundly sleeping, “They’re perfect, I’m so proud of you.”

You and Bucky had decided to call your daughter Rebecca Winnifred Barnes and your son Steve Timothy Barnes and as expected, Bucky had been nothing but a doting father. Whatever you or the twins needed, Bucky was there in no time, soothing their cries, feeding them, changing them, drawing the cutest giggles from them that made your heart fit to burst. Nothing made you fall deeper in love with your alpha than seeing him care for the twins, watching the beaming smile on his face as he pulled funny faces at Becca listening to her screams melt into high-pitched laughter or when he would sing Stevie to sleep after a restless night for the teething pup.

Bucky’s caring nature hadn’t only also grown with the arrival of the twins but his protectiveness of his family had sky-rocketed, not that you expected anything less from your Alpha of course. But you did have to stifle your chuckles as you watched Bucky shooting glares at Steve as he held his godson in his arms, Bucky never too far away from either pup in case he deemed they needed him, not fully entrusting anyone else with his children’s wellbeing, other than you of course.

But your favourite time watching Bucky with the twins had to be when he didn’t know you were there. The bed creaked as Bucky slowly climbed out from underneath the covers, trying hard not to wake you but, as usual, it was already too late, the sound of the soft cries from across the hall having already roused you from sleep, still you kept your eyes closed as Bucky snuck out of the room to the nursery.

The faint glow from the nightlight illuminated the hallway as you peered your eyes open and crept across to hide in the doorway out of Bucky’s sight as you watched him bring a crying Becca to his chest, kissing the soft tufts of hair on her head as he rocked her gently in his arms, the tiny girl looking comically small in his large arms. You watched with a smile as Bucky bounced the baby in his arms, softly cooing at her in an attempt to get her back to sleep before her screams woke her brother.

“Come on Becca, shush babygirl, you don’t wanna wake momma and Stevie up, huh?”

Knowing that she was probably hungry and wouldn’t stop screaming until she had been fed, you walked into the room, alerting Bucky to your presence who looked near ashamed that he couldn’t stop Becca’s cries before she woke you, not knowing you had been watching him the whole time.

You only smiled softly at your Alpha as you plucked your screaming pup from his arms, settling you both on the rocking chair in the corner and latching her onto your breast, watching her contently, letting out a soft sigh as she drank from you. Peering up, you locked eyes with Bucky who was watching you with the most serene expression you had ever seen on him, his gaze soft and filled with love for you and the family you had given him and you knew exactly how he felt, the same warmth spreading through you every time you saw him with the twins.

Placing a sated Becca back in her crib next to Stevie, you and Bucky made your way back to bed, cuddling together as the feeling of serenity flooded your systems, putting you on a high like nothing you had ever experienced before. The feeling of Bucky’s fingers trailing up and down your spine caused you to relax further into him, your eyelids growing heavy as sleep drew you in once more.

“Hey doll?” Bucky whispered, lips moving against your temple with every word.

You could only hum in response to him, “I love you Y/N.”

Smiling, you pressed a kiss to the exposed skin of his chest, “I love you too Bucky.”

“Thank you – for everything you’ve given me. I never thought I’d get a happily ever after until you came along Omega. You completely changed my life and I have no idea what I’d do without you.”

Not knowing how to respond, unable to find words adequate enough to express how you felt, you instead reached up and pulled Bucky in for a tender kiss, pouring every ounce of love you had for your alpha into the exchange and when you pulled away, watching as his eyes remained closed and a dopey smile grew on his lips, you knew that he had understood every word that remained unsaid.

Snuggling back into Bucky’s embrace, you were on the cusp of deep sleep when you heard his quiet voice once more, “Hey doll?”

“Yes Buck?”

“I want another one.”

#bucky barnes x reader #alpha!bucky #bucky x reader #bucky smut #bucky x you #angelicthorwrites

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poppyknitt · 5 years

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Adaptability- A JSE Egos Fanfic

Recap: Marvin and Jackieboyman were trying out a spell Marvin had been studying for a few months, trying to make a few plants large enough to be stable perches for Jackie’s new sidekick, Ferris, a juvenile Peregrine Falcon. Something backfired, however, and they found themselves with two new, plant-like additions to the family- Chomp, a comically large and mutated purple lily, which looks a bit like the Piranha plants from the Mario game series, and Thorn, a slightly oversized Venus Flytrap with a personality and smarts similar, if not slightly greater than, a cat’s (which is saying something, given its size and dopey, yet cute, appearance). Chomp is clearly more mouth and stomach than intelligence and beauty, while Thorn seems to be the smarter of the two, and refuses to leave Marvin’s side... er, rather, shoulder.

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[November 3rd, 2016, our time]

Henrik hummed quietly to himself as he walked along the street, wearing a grey hoodie because he’d been off work for the day, and didn’t need to wear the typical uniform he was seen in during videos. He was keeping his eyes peeled for any wounded animals on the streets, because, even though they weren’t all that common, he still somehow managed to find one every now and then. One of his favorite hobbies was helping injured stray or feral animals get back to full health, and return to the streets. Of course, there were obviously a few that would never be able to survive out on the loose again, so those ones were the ones he usually gave away to a center made specifically to help them, or to a person looking to adopt an animal in need. The most common cases of animals that wouldn’t be able to go back to the wild were usually birds or bats that broke or lost a wing. Their wings were fundamental to their survival, so without the ability to use both, they would probably starve, if they didn’t get eaten right away. Recently, he’d given a fox with three and a half legs to the local zoo, since he knew it wasn’t going to be able to adjust very well to being returned to the streets. It had apparently been ran over by a car, but was lucky enough to only have to have one of its legs amputated. The other front leg was broken when he got to it, but it healed back stronger than it originally was, with his and the local veterinarian’s help. Since he worked with humans, he always made sure to get regular checkups with a veterinarian for the animals he was helping, because they knew more about helping animals heal than he did.

He arrived home, having found no injured animals, unsurprisingly. He went upstairs, and into his bedroom, where he sat down at his desk and started working through paperwork of some kind.

A few hours passed, and nothing special happened. The sun had begun to set, and Henrik was taking a break from his work, knowing Seán would nag him if he saw that he hadn’t done anything but work since he got home. And then, it happened.

th-kSSSH!

The sound of something crashing into a glass window erupted throughout his room, making his hands instinctively shoot up to cover his ears. He removed them, eyes wide, as he stared at the wide trail of glass draped from the window to a small, dark lump on the floor, and his eyes widened, as he realized what it was.

A bat? Why on earth would a bat be out so early? The sun’s barely gone down! He blinked, as he studied it more carefully, looking for injuries. He immediately jolted from his chair when he saw a small pool of blood around it, scooping the little creature up, and bolting downstairs.

“Hey! Schneep! Wait! What’s going on?!” Jackie yelped when he saw the doctor running past him.

“No time! Must get this little one to the vet, soon as possible!” He responded. Jackie let out a partly audible “oh shit”, and vaulted over the chair he was in, helping Schneep get the bat safely to the car. They got there fairly quickly, and Jackie nearly had to hold Schneep back to keep him from crashing into the veterinarian’s office in almost the same way the bat had crashed into the doctor’s room.

As soon as Schneep managed to explain what happened to the clerk at the desk, which, admittedly, took a few tries, because he was speaking quickly, and he wasn’t exactly fluent in English just yet, the vet that usually came to help with whatever animal Schneep had with him, Doctor Lewis, was rushed in, and took the little bat into their emergency care room. Schneep opted to come with, but was told it would probably be best if he just stayed in the waiting room.

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Henrik thanked the doctor once he paid the bill, and left, the bat gently cradled in his arms as he went back to the car, where Jackie was already waiting for him. The drive back home was much calmer, since they didn’t have to worry about a potentially dead or dying fruit bat this time. Schneep made sure to memorize the instructions he’d been given on how to help the bat heal as best it could, his heart still a little heavy, knowing that with its wing broken, it wouldn’t be able to survive out in the wild ever again.

“... So, Jackie, you mentioned a fiancé earlier, yes?” Henrik finally decided to fill the awkward silence with a conversation.

“Oh! Uh, heh... Y-Yeah. I... I proposed to my girlfriend, Ava, on the 28th of October... It was our four-year anniversary, so I-I figured it was time I, uh, sealed the deal, y’know?” He laughed nervously, his cheeks a little bit red as he spoke about it. Henrik couldn’t help but to feel happy for his brother; He would be starting a family soon, right?

“Yes, it would be a good time for that, wouldn’t it? Any plans for what will happen afterwards?” He didn’t want to push the topic of kids on his brother, knowing firsthand how annoying it was to have people constantly bothering you about such things.

“Yeah... A-Ava’s due to give birth soon... I’m really excited for it. The doc we’ve been seeing for things like ultrasounds and prenatal care thinks it’s gonna be a boy.” Jackie’s eyes lit up as he spoke, the hero obviously being excited for fatherhood.

“What? And why have I not heard of this until now, dear brother?” Schneep’s eyes also lit up at the news, and he sat up straight in his seat.

“Well... we were gonna keep it a secret... But, I-I just can’t help myself! I’m... I’m really excited for this, and, well, you know me! I-I can’t keep a secret for six months, let alone nine!”

Henrik smiled, laughing a bit as he spoke, “Ah, that, you cannot, my friend.”

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[January 2nd, 2017, our time]

Jackie held up a little slice of an apple to their new bat friend, hoping to get him to eat some. The little creature just shrunk back from him, obviously not wanting to eat.

“Schneeeeeppp!” Jackie whined, giving up, “Your dumb winged rat won’t- Ow!” He dropped the apple slice as his hand snapped to cradle the back of his head, after Schneep socked it pretty hard.

“Do not insult him for refusing to eat, Simon!” He snapped, his tone making Jackie shrink back in surprise. Jackie was well aware of what it meant if Henrik were to address him with his secret identity instead of his hero name, but that didn’t mean the tone was any less shocking.

“Sheesh! Calm down, will ya? I was just joking! Listen, can you just... do the thing?? I can practically hear the little guy’s stomach rumbling from all the way in the living room!” He complained, earning a glare from his brother.

He picked up the slice of apple Jackie dropped, and held it out to the little bat, “Fine. Is about time he got his third meal of the day, anyways.”

The bat squeaked quietly as the apple was held out to him, and happily grabbed onto it, using his good arm to nibble on it.

“See, brother? Is not that hard.”

“Yeah, well, you have a knack for this kind of thing. I don’t.”

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[April 14th, 2017, our time]

Chase, the newest addition to the family, stared at the little bat with intrigue, his eyes almost unblinking as he stared back.

“You know you can ask me whatever questions you have about him.” He stated flatly.

The younger ego turned and looked at him, eyes still a bit wider than normal, “What’s its name?”

Henrik blinked, having not considered naming it before, “... What?”

“Name, doc. What’s the lil’ guy’s name? He is your pet, right?”

“Well, at this point, I suppose is only fitting to call him my ‘pet’...”

“Okay, so, name, then?”

“He... does not have a name. We were not aware that he would stay very long.”

“Man, you guys are boring. If none of you are gonna name ‘im, I guess it’s up’ta me, then.” Chase had a big grin on his face now.

“Wait, what-?” Chase interrupted him before he could say any more.

Chase turned to look back at the bat in front of him, “You, my friend, will be called Nectar, from here on out.”

“Why?”

“‘Cuz he’s a fruit bat, and fruit bats like nectar.” Jackie could be heard muffling a bit of laughter.

“... Do not laugh at me, Jackie. Is surely not so funny that you have to cover your mouth.”

“Sorry.” The hero grinned, holding back more laughter, and earning another glare from his brother. Rogers, the cat that Henrik had been nursing back to health for a few days, which lost its eyesight to a fight with another cat, jumped up onto the table, purring, and affectionately pressed its head into Chase’s shoulder, making the young ego laugh, and ruffle its fluffy fur.

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#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #henrik von schneeplestein #jackieboy man #chase brody #WorldView #wv!henrik #wv!chase #wv!jackie #nectar the bat #rogers the cat #fanfic #heyyyy did i mention that rogers is like an entire ball of fur

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