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superartsy-carnival-0 · 9 months
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A glitch in time.
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nelkcats · 9 months
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Creator (and half of an existential crisis)
After watching Barbie, Danny ended up with a question, if Barbie was an idea that lived in his own world created through imagination, was it possible that he was also an idea imagined by someone else?
At first the idea seemed absurd, and he even laughed at the comparison, would he be in a comic book? A toy? Or maybe his life was a cartoon; each option sounded illogical, but there was always a part of his brain that told him, is it possible?
So he did the same thing he does with all his existential doubts: complain to Clockwork. And Clockwork as usual was no help at all, he answered him in the most cryptic way possible.
"We are all someone's idea, even if it is not the reason for our existence."
Danny took that as a yes, and after giving Frostbite an excuse (although it felt wrong to lie to the Yeti), he lent the Infi-map and asked him to meet the first one who "imagined Phantom."
And he ended up in Tim Drake's room, with a British butler looking at him with a raised eyebrow and a guy who seemed to have very little sleep in his system.
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queermentaldisaster · 3 months
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So...you know how dogs can't help but stay close to their humans, even if they're abusive?
Random thought, totally not connected to anything
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quietwingsinthesky · 1 month
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the last unicorn post from earlier has me thinking about the master. that yana is still in there, you know? is still someone he was, if even for a brief flash across the life of a time lord. there’s no way to unlive that life. there are ways to twist it later, sure, to make utopia into hell on earth. but the life was lived. in much the same way that the doctor can remember, can feel, the love he held onto as john smith even as that life is ripped out of his hands. the doctor choose denial and then grief and then to shutter it all away. and so john smith died, and so professor yana died, and the doctor and the master live on. the doctor has done this before, and he lives in orbit around humanity, trying to keep the best parts of them and hold them deep enough to take root (which he can pretend he gets to choose, as a time lord. as a human, it all floods in and can’t be dug back out.) but what about the master, right?
to borrow a turn of phrase: i think there are two time lords left in the universe, and they both learned how to regret.
#regret here meaning less feeling the emotion of actual regret obviously because time lords do not actually funxtion on unicorn rules. they#already get sad just fine on their own. no humanity needed for that.#but i dont know. i just dont think he brushed it off so easily. i think he did a hell of a job convincing himself he did.#and what better way then to twist his own great works and destroy the species he was working so hard to save at the end of the universe.#but what about the knowledge that he *could* be that person. that somewhere in him exists a version that wanted to save people.#a version that is painfully too much like the doctor. even. now is that part worse or better than the human part?#but if past regenerations are ghosts i think yana deserves a haunt.#anyway maybe ignore this one im rambling about nothing here#theres just. i dont know. what if you were the last of your kind and in surviving you made yourself Not Like Them in a way you’ll never#escape.#i mean doctor who is just so concerned with all these plots about hybrids and children of the tardis and clones and What Makes A Time Lord.#but they’re so obsessed with it in just. a very Lore way. is what it feels like. we get brushes of more like with jenny and how she’s#physically a time lord and the doctor denies her that inheritance. a shared suffering…#but me myself im just fascinated with the doctor and the master as the time lords who survived. but they survived Wrong#its. its. children of gallifrey that don’t belong to her anymore. you know?#i dont care if river’s got time lord dna!!! or the metacrisis is physically human!!! i dont care!!! talk to me about what it means beyond#their blood and bones!!! what’s it like to have your sense of self stripped from you like that!!!#what’s it like when so much of you is the shed skin of time lords past. but one of you was human. one of you was painfully *humiliatingly*#human!!!#enough about how much dna you need to count as a time lord. i want to know how much they can mutate until they can’t be recognized as one.#does that make sense?
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queenfishie · 3 months
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Redrew some of my male OCs!
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kaguraspokemon · 2 years
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I have a pokemon ask blog using my sonas poke!oc design but after being new for 3 days I got a weird ask and just haven't been feeling it since, so I'll post my pokemon au shit here lmao
First picture was inspired by someone in a discord server I'm in where they drew Volo and their sona as like "crowned" legendaries? So Volo was in fancy royal giratina clothes and the oc was in fancy royal raikou clothes.
So I tried that with adaman and zorua!kagu - adamans is based on origin forme dialga and kaguras is based on zoroark 😌
The discord server has also been good for helping me with my creativity again so have a mini comic too! I'll post the one single sketchy comic page that kinda implies kaguras lore so it makes more sense lmao
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catmatpat · 2 years
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Toh Au master post
Changing au
Conduit au boiling isles edition
Conduit au human realm edition
Cursed flame au
Brutal belos au
Beta wing au
Demon duke au
Deal maker au
Devil ghost au
Naruto au
Sharingan au
Mania au
One realm au
Titan hybrid au
Halfa witch au
Do over au
Blazing beta
Shout out to @frogwitches
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fellstcr · 1 year
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⚔️ //  the  sword  of  the  creator  glowed  like  embers  alight  as  byleth  cut  down  one  foe  and  plunged  the  sacred  blade  through  the  chest  of  another.  they  were  GROTESQUE  ,   monstrous  creatures  a  mix  of   humanoid  and  twisting  foliage.  none  of  which  quite  acted  or  moved  on  their  own.  like  PUPPETS  on  a  string  ,  the  spriggan’s  movements  were  jagged  and  erratic.  easily  defeated  ...  were  it  not  for  the  sheer  scale  of  their  forces. 
             byleth  dispatched  of  another  creature  and  growled  ,  frustrated  ,  as  another  took  its  place.  her  footsteps  danced  backwards  across  the  dilapidated  castle  floors  ,  retreating  towards  her  house  leader  ,  who  was  similarly  occupied.  in  the  distance  ,  a  LOOMING  SHADOW  wove  between  the  ruined  castle  pillars.  enemy  commander.  but  as  byleth  turned  her  head  to  inform  her  ally  ,  she  found  only  him  surrounded  by  the  viney  wraiths.  one  was  closing  in  from  behind  ,  and  the  other  ...               the  spriggan’s  arm  extended  into  a  thorny  mass  of  razor-sharp  branches  and  clay.  its  body  coiled.  dimitri  roared  and  raised  his  lance.                      it  speared  through  dimitri’s  chest  first.
                                                    (  a  familiar  COLD  froze  byleth’s  veins. )
            were  time  a  tapestry  ,   then  it  was  the  will  of  the  goddess  that  tended  the  loom.  and  so  ,  like  so  many  times  before  ,  byleth  reached  out  and  unraveled  the  thread.             ethereal  flames  engulfed  her  sword’s  jagged  edges  ,  glowing  amber  and  gold  as  the  fight  played  out  once  more.  she  dodged  the  strike  of  an  incoming  attack.  spun  between  the  bodies  and  cast  divine  light  upon  their  enemies.  cried  out  as  the  monster  coiled  backwards  to  strike  at  her  student  once  more  ,  and  cast  forth  the  sublime  rage  of  the  heavens.  this  time  ,  her  sword  struck  first  ,   striking  the  light of  the  creature’s  pulsating  heart.  like  the  others  ,  it  crumpled  to  the  ground  with  a  clatter.
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            “pull  back.”  byleth  ordered  ,  ducking  underneath  the  swing  of  dimitri’s  lance  only  to  knock  back  the  second  spriggan  that  dared  to  take  target  of  the  prince’s  back.  “they  have  a  leader  ,  but  i’ve  lost  his  position.”  FOOTSTEPS  THUNDERED  ,  and  byleth  swung  back  around  ,  positioning  HERSELF  between  dimitri  and  the  oncoming  onslaught. 
            “we  need  to  reorient  ;  find  higher  ground.”
@areadri​ / —  DOWN YOU GO .
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starkskypines · 6 months
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i forget how much i like watching old superhero cartoons until i’m watching them
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guys, I had a weird idea.
So, Danny and Damian are twins au, right? They used to be identical as children. I say used to, because when Talia smuggled her son out of the League (Ra's was planning a fight to the death, the douche), she got him excessive cosmetic surgery, changing his entire face and lightening his skin closer. (The League has sci-fi technology, just role with it).
Danny ends up living with one of Talia's off-the-books scientists, so she can keep an eye on him, growing up to look different than Damian. Danny finds himself wishing that he still looked like his brother, but there's nothing he can do to change it. Which is all well and good until the portal accident and Danny discovers that his wish to look like his brother again worked, and now Danny and Phantom are physically different, with Phantom looking like Damian with flowy white hair.
A few years pass with no one knowing Danny=Phantom until Dani crashlands, melting and needing help. Danny saves her and she's de-aged to a toddler age, but the Fentons 100% saw him help Dani and maybe see her transform, so they want to experiment on her. Danny bolts with Dani and heads to Gotham, which has enough ambient ecto to keep Dani stable.
(Meanwhile, Talia figures out what really happened to make Danny run and absolutely nukes the Fentons and maybe the GiW. That's her son and granddaughter, you fools.)
Despite Danny trying to go under the radar, but at some point the bats discover Phantom and Dani, maybe Dani escaped in ghost form? she is a toddler after all. Damian immediately recognizes Phantom as his brother, they get confirmation that the two are ghosts. Dani calls Danny daddy and everyone is sad.
And while the bats are trying to figure out a way to approach Phantom, they stumble across Danny and Dani, the later alive and calling this completely different man daddy. The bats put alive Dani and dead Dani together and get human/ghost hybrid, but Danny looks different enough from Phantom that they conclude the two aren't the same.
Which leads to Damian thinking that Danny is some random man who had a child with his dead ghost brother.
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When Danny enters the Fenton portal for the very first time, he still trips and shocks himself but at the same time damages the inside of the portal enough that it can’t sustain itself past the point of changing Danny’s molecules.
The electricity and damage done to both Danny and the portal isn’t something Danny, Sam, and Tucker can cover up and his parents find out immediately. They’re more concerned about their son then the portal (they have the blueprints for the portal and can rebuild it later but can’t replace their son if something happened to him) and go through a lot of things emotions regarding the existence of ghost human hybrids.
Danny’s new biology could easily be passed as meta human traits. Unfortunately President Lex Luther had just recently passed laws against meta humans. Meaning they can’t risk people find out about Danny’s new powers, at all. The Fentons decide that Danny should live with one of Maddie or Jacks relatives off grid until he can control his new abilities better.
luckily Jacks sister, Martha, and her husband have experience with a super powered child and after their son moved to the city could probably use a hand on their farm. All Jack needed to do was call.
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hybrid-battle · 9 months
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gremlingottoosilly · 4 months
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Ok what about kitty reader that finds some red string and starts to play with it, and what if kitty reader gets wrapped around in the red string all tied up just when the 141 monster yanderes gets back from hunting (their testosterones are runing so high)
Oh no, little kitty is all tied up and dumb because she resisted too much, and now her cute ass is on display for everyone to use...I'm sure that no one from your beautiful packmates is going to use this. Gaz definitely won't just haul you over his shoulder to everyone's dismay so he can drag you to his nest like the prettiest little toy and then play with your pussy that is way to wet for someone who meowls so much about not wanting for him to spread her legs and then tug on her fluffy tail...Gaz just killed a bunch of enemy monsters in the altercation, he wants someone cute to tell him how strong is he! Soap doesn't have the patience to let you be tied up, unfortunately( out of everyone, he'd love you tied up and cute - when he actually has time to make elaborate knots and not when his balls are going to burst from your tits sticking out so much while all tied up and perky. He promises he'd be gentle, but his claws are already ripping out the bindings and his tongue latches on your tits, keeping you in place. He would leave some of the string intact - mainly for your hands, so you won't be able to push him away or tug on his hair - but you're still stuck in a place like a lovely little plaything. Ghost wouldn't ever disturb the ropes because, fortunately, he has the power to just push his shadow tendrils in your warm, sticky holes, filling you up without the need to prepare you or spread your legs too much. If anything, he doubles down on the number of restraints - seeing you so helpless, with your tail wagging around in panic and your pointy ears trembling, he just loves to put his tongue everywhere, playing with the temperature. As a cat hybrid, you are warmer than a normal human - but oh, Ghost is so cold, he loves to suck on your hot pussy and make you squirm from the contrast( Price would be so mean( bullying you for being a dumb kitty who got stuck in the strings, and now her cute ass is on display for everyone( he is the type to leave you to be fucked by his teammates just so he could lift your limp body in his hands later, making his dumb little kitty warm his cock like a good girl. You are usually too squirmy and active to sit on his cock like a good girl - so it's only for the better that you're tied up now, not writhing away from him like some dumb girl who doesn't know any better.
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diejager · 5 months
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Hi! In your Only Human AU what would happen if TF 141 + König and Horangi go into a something like a “rut”? Or is that possible in this universe? If it is would they ask Y/N for help? If possible can it be in the form of a Drabble🥺?
Rut Cw: rut/heat cycles, mention of sex, possessive behaviour, obsessiveness, mention of knotting, implied smut, tell me if I missed any.
Ruts were odd phenomenons, it reduced hybrids and monsters to desperate and horny men, clinging onto the person they considered their mate for relief and pleasure. Some hybrids had ruts, like canid and felid shifters or shifters in general, a monthly cycle that incapacitated them. Others were luckier, having a few ruts per year, sometimes once every few month or once a year; these could range from a dragon to a harpie or from a percht to a gorgon. There, however, were some exceptions, spectral beings and the undead were without ruts, their body long dead and able to function without it, yet they could impregnate and be impregnated as any other hybrid and monster could. They suffered from bouts of occasional arousal, little flares of pleasure when faced with a situation that turned them on or by strong emotions towards someone or something.
You were unfortunately enough to be thrown into a group of rutting hybrids - with the sole exception of Ghost - unprepared and without a forewarning on how to deal with them. You had to deal with a clingy werewolf, howling at the moon and whining in utter heartbreak because you told him off for humping your leg in the rec room, huffing and gasping down your neck. A hissing and possessive tiger, stalking you down the halls and jumping you whenever you were alone to ravage you against the wall, mouthing and nipping at your neck, making sure his scent would stick over the wolf and nagual musk. And a protective nagual, looming over you like a shadow, arm slung around your shoulder and ready to start a fight with the other shifters if they tried masking his scent.
Luckily, their ruts never overlapped, it might’ve been a fortunate coincidence, but one that you wouldn’t take for granted. You had a schedule drawn up in the first year after they accepted you into their pack, Soap’s was always after the full moon, the silver disk being the catalyst to his urge; Horangi had his in the later days of each month, oftentimes beginning on the last day of the werewolf’s rut; and Alejandro took the first week of the month, starting slowly on the third or fourth day and ramping up on the following day.
Unfortunately, you hadn’t put in consideration for the others. Price, Gaz and König also had their moments in the yearly cycle, falling victim to the throes of instinctual need. You thanked your lucky star that Gaz rutted once or twice a year - thrice on rare accounts - with little to no change in his character. He might’ve been more hands, wanting to keep a hand around your waist, to give you soft and loving kisses on your lips as much as he did on your cheek, nose and forehead.
Price and König were a handful, one hoarded you to his office and had you follow him wherever he went, and the other was deathly possessive and deep into his instincts. König was on the extreme side of his type, breaking out nearly six to seven times a year, stuck mid shift with broader shoulders, red eyes and a monstrous appearance, and he had half the mind to stay considerate to other. A danger stumbling on two feet. Price was the medium, a perfect balance with three or four ruts yearly and a the self control to let you go if the situation demanded it. Despite his self-control, he was still a dragon, controlling and possessive, ordering you to come straight back to him whether or not you were knotted to Soap or Rudy was balls deep inside of you.
Despite Rudolfo being considered a monster, he was simply a human with the ability to control cadejos, as vulnerable and as resilient as one. And being human meant that he got aroused, coaxing you into his room for the night and taking care of the heat brewing between your legs. Much like Rudy, Ghost retained his bodily function - human wise - and came back as a monster, but he was a stranger to ruts, scoffing at the neediness and vulnerability of one. That, however, never stopped him from indulging in his sexual kinks and dark fetishes, having you as the subject of his exploration if no one else hit their cycles.
They were a handful, from Soap’s mutt-like character to Rudy’s calm demeanour, they had you exhausted, wringing you dry and panting, always ending up face down or backed against the wall. You were grateful - truly - that the others would willingly jump in and take over for you, helping whoever it was spend his rut. Now, you’d have to redraw your calendar, tired and clinging to your bed to stand up.
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queenfishie · 2 years
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@spellbook-gayboy had placed my Hero ladies in Las Vegas as their main city, my doodles for their cape-watch post aren’t done yet but I was thinking of more villains but with Vegas in mind.
Both men because I need the practice lol.
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VIKTOR
Was going for old Vegas rather then newer, some deep seeded evils and crime syndicates that are run in the background MAYBE run by a vampire boss and his vamp underlings? Of course based on Las Vegas’s past as a gangster city.
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ROLAND
Or maybe a ghost-human hybrid gunslinger vigilante, who roams the lands unleashing justice his own way as judge,jury and executioner. More in line with the Wild West aesthetic for the area.
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thegnomelord · 5 months
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Ok, so I loved your dragon reader/ dragon price fic. The detailed courting rituals got me thinking about how different members of TF 141 react to a s/o who has different courting rituals than them.
The one rolling around in my mind rn is Gaz (which I'm pretty sure is a harpy or bird hybrid of some kind) with a dragon reader.
So Gaz tries to court reader through a more fancy version of pebbling. But, instead of giving cool rocks and sticks, it's gemstones and weapons. Yknow, expensive/fancy things that Gaz thinks the reader might want to add to his hoard.
Btw do you have an anon list? If so, is 👑 anon available?
I don't have an anon list yet but you're welcome to be 👑anon!
It's cool to think how they'd try to court you. I hc that werewolves, and Johnny by extension, are really straightforward. Like sitting way too close, hands roaming over your body, trying to lick into your mouth and going "Hey wanna make more of us?"
Ghost, the poor thing, is completely fucked bc he was human before becoming a wraith, how the Hell is he supposed to know? Que him going through Wikipedia articles and watching documentaries of your species courting and mating (having to rub one out imaging you and him in that position ofc) and just stumbling through the whole courting thing.
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But Gaz? Oooh Gaz—
Safe to say he's fallen ass over tits for you.
It's the way you take care of them, of him, of the monstrous strength used to defend them turning velvet soft when Gaz needs emotional support that has his harpy hindmind demanding to lock you down before a competitor snatches you away.
Only problem — you're not a harpy. And Gaz has no idea how courtship works, as when he asks Price about it (under the guise of just being curious) the old fart just gives him an amused look and tells him to figure it out.
Though harpies and dragons are two different species, he figures there must be some similarities, so he figures to listen to the old fairy tales about your kind and looks for the shiniest thing he can find, because Harpies court by giving gifts and dragons like to hoard and both of them like shiny stuff right?
You're confused like Hell when one day you wake up to find a silver ring with a shiny amethyst sitting on your windowsill. You know for a fact it's not yours as the instinct to catalogue every item in your hoard is as old as the draconic blood running through your veins and you'd remember if you had it.
When you make sure it's not stolen and no owner can be found, (because who'd wear that type of ring in a military base?) you decide to keep it, failing to notice how the way Gaz's pupils get bigger when you put the ring in your pocket.
It is a nice ring, the shine of the gemstone tickling your brain in a pleasant way. The military doesn't allow dragons to have large hoards, most of the items you've gathered over the decades and centuries safely hidden in vaults, but it feels good to have a small hoard in your den.
You expect this to be a one off event. But. No. Every few weeks you find a new thing on your windowsill, from gems to guns to additions to weapons you've expressed you'd like to get. Each new thing leaves you scratching your head, annoyance growing bit by bit as there's never enough scent on the items to track the culprit down and it's not like you can turn the base upside down looking for them (again).
You're unsure how to feel; it's obvious someone is trying to court you, but it definitely can't be Price because no dragon would go about it like this. But you have to admit it's nice to be desired, regardless how odd the method may be.
Then you notice how Gaz has started acting. . . different. He'll ruffle his feathers and flutter his wings more than usual when you two are alone, purposely stretch more often to make your eyes naturally draw to him, sticking to your side as he talks about everything and anything under the sun.
You're also not a fool. You can figure out it's a harpy's way of trying to show off, but without any open hostility you can only assume he's trying to court you. And you let him, you like his presence and the sound of his voice, the way he gives you a lopsided smile and the way his dark feathers shine like onyx gems when the light hits them juuust right and the way he flushes and stutters when your tail wraps around his leg.
Then one late evening when you're doing paperwork you catch sight of something behind your window in the corner of your eye. Like a flash you're opening the window, your clawed hand gripping Gaz's hand before he can scatter.
Gaz's wings spread out wide, a surprised squawk leaving him as he looks into your slitted eyes. "Uh-, I, eh- Hi?" He says, gulping, his newest gift, a very shiny ruby, held in his hand. But what draws your eye are his dark feathers.
You let out an amused snort, "Hello." You purr, leaning in so your faces are close, enjoying the way he flushes from the proximity. "So you're the little thief that's been visiting me."
Gaz's feather puff up to make his silhouette twice as big, his eyes narrowing, a hurt and angry look spreading across his features. "I'm no thief!" He says, insulted that you'd suggest he can't get you gifts on his own. "I-"
"You are," You hum, reaching out your other hand to hold his jaw, and even with his anger he feels his mind croon at how softly you touch him. "You're in the process of stealing my heart."
"Oh." Is the most intelligent thing he can come up with, his pupils blowing wide like he'd just seen the shiniest thing in his life. "Oh."
"Yes," You shrug and pull your hand back to yank one of your scales out of your shoulder, giving it to him as you take the ruby. "Keep this safe for me, yeah?" You hum and then you let him go, going back to your work while he's left dumbstruck, clutching the scale close to his chest.
When it finally settles in his head that you'd just given him a gift, that you'd reciprocated, and given him a shiny gift, oh he's treating that scale like it's the most precious thing in his world. He keeps it close to him, cooing to it in the privacy of his room, keeping it on his pillow so he can fall asleep with your scent in his nose.
He also doubles down on the gifts, but now he's very open about it, to the point you'll have him randomly come into your office to give you something shiny or another weapon, preening so prettily when you praise the thing he's brought back, nuzzling into your neck and fluffing up his feathers. His heart swoons when you show him the small hoard you've made with all the things he's brought you, and you end up spending the entire evening with him cuddled up to you, chirping happily.
"Hey, can I see that scale I gave you?" You ask after a couple of weeks, curious to see how he's treated it.
"Uh, sure." Gaz can swear his heart's beating like a war drum as he watches you inspect your scale, checking for scratches or cracks.
But you find none, it's still as shiny as the day you'd given it to him. Maybe even shinier.
You smile and before he can do anything you pull him close to you by a hand on his hip. "Very well done, little thief." You hum, kissing him. Gaz melts against you, not even your lips able to muffle the happy chirps and croons that escape his chest.
You spend the next few months getting familiar with each other's bodies, lazy evenings spent with your clawed hands preening his wings, Gaz steadily melting into the bed with every brush of your fingers. Kyle taking a few extra minutes in the morning to rub his face between your wing, chirping and crooning.
Harpy mating season comes around and you're caught off guard when you come to your room to find your covers and pillows and entire wardrobe on the ground, turned into a makeshift nest with a very naked, and very horny, Gaz sitting in the middle of it.
His eyes are hazy but he knows you're there the second your scent hits his nose, the most desperate sound you've ever heard leaving his lips, bruised from how hard he'd been biting them to reign his noises in, to keep them only for you.
"Mate-" Kyle whines, shuffles in the nest that has the pretty gems he'd gifted you strewn amongst the fabric, "-need you, please- I-"
One more needy sound is all it takes to have you tumbling naked into the nest in record time, deep guttural purrs answering his pleased coos. He presses flush against you, seeking out your mouth, whole body burning up and his thighs shaking, his cock rock hard.
"I got you, pretty thief." You rumble, pulling him into your lap, his wings spreading out and feathers puffing up, as if he needs to make himself look even more desirable. "What do you need Kyle?"
"Need you," Kyle whines, pawing at your own erection, desperate fingers shaking as he strokes you, "Please- hurts, I need- mate."
You shush him with sweet kisses, your hand sliding down to very carefully stretch him open while avoiding injuring him with your claws, your mind purring at how willingly he opens up for you, wings and limbs shaking as he whimpers against your lips, his mind steadily leaking from his cock.
"You're alright," You calm him when you pull your fingers out, positioning him so your cock head rests against his entrance, not missing how Kyle preens at your strength. "Going to breed you right, gonna take care of you."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Kyle moans are loud as you steadily push your cock into him, his walls clamping down on every inch of your length. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank- mate." His claws dig into your shoulders, clutching you tight as you bottom out in him, his hole clenching you in sync with his ragged breathing.
"I'm here," You hum, barely able to think, "Just relax, let me take care of you." You say, feeling him relax into you, and with deep purrs and lots of praise you begin to fuck him, moving him like a fleshlight on your cock, letting him moan and groan and scream his heart out uncaring who hears it, your ancient blood singing at the thought of his noises being a testament to your abilities as a mate.
Then the tight heat and the scent and just Kyle has your mind forgetting how to think, your body moving on it's own to show Kyle he'd picked a good mate.
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