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[20may]

Beekeeping is my way of life.

“Bees are extremely intelligent insects,” said Ligia Elena Moreno Veliz, from La Fé, Venezuela. Once afraid of the pollinators, through an FAO scholarship, she now runs a thriving business specializing in queen bee breeding and is passing on knowledge to others.

She also broke a glass ceiling. Today, while only four of the community’s 30 beekeepers are women, the taboo is now gone, she said.

Meanwhile, climate change is worrisome, she added. Climate instability, inconsistency in tree blooms and pollution cause bees to have new patterns of behaviour, adapting to the changes in flowering times.To address this challenge, Ligia Elena and her co-workers have planted new trees to attract bees again.

“Beekeeping is my way of life,” she said. “It is the livelihood of my family and an activity that I hope my daughters will continue to do in the future.”

Once afraid of bees, Ligia Elena now treasures these creatures that have given her a livelihood for the last 17 years, a livelihood that began with an FAO programme in her village.

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[msb-lair]

Dragon: Thaliri - Sandsurge Female

(Wasp scroll applied on 2023-08-22)

Purchased For: 400 gems Hatched On: 2023-08-16 ID: 88415873

Parentage: Mersed/Plateau Flight: Lightning

Primary: Caramel Boa Wasp Secondary: Pistachio Bee Tertiary: Seafoam Fishbone Eyes: Rare

Comments: Purchased as a mate for Thalden. Together they'll have fairly wide almost matched secondary and tertiary ranges, including greens, yellows, oranges, and browns, which with their brown primaries mean a lot of their offspring will be assorted varieties of tree dragons (mainly regular and autumnal), and some that are just random.

Familiar: Luna Mith Squire

Progeny Testing: 

[Test] Thalden

Broods: 

Nested with Thalden on 2023-09-05, 3 eggs [Clutch]

Matched with Thalden on 2023-10-02, 2 eggs [Clutch]

Bred with Thalden on 2023-11-27, 3 eggs [Clutch]

Crossed with Thalden on 2024-03-04, 3 eggs [Clutch]

#Thaliri Dragon #Dragon Queen #Dragon Record #Sandsurge Female #Sandsurge Breed #Green Pool #Tree Dragon Pool #Ancient Dragons Pool #Caramel #Wasp #Wasp Caramel #Pistachio #Bee #Bee Pistachio #Seafoam #Fishbone #Fishbone Seafoam #Lightning Flight #Rare

[theapiarian]

The Apiarian

Website: https://www.apiarian.com.au

Address: PO Box 525, Torquay, Victoria 3328, Australia

The Apiarian specializes in fine quality artisan bee products, focusing on raw, unprocessed honey and breeding superior queen bees. With apiaries across the Bellarine Peninsula and Surfcoast, they emphasize natural beekeeping practices to produce honey with exceptional taste and health benefits. They offer a range of beekeeping supplies and services, including queen bees, bee insemination equipment, and educational resources for beekeepers aiming for excellence in their craft.

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/theapiarian/

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[marthawrites]

Could you write smut for Aemond targaryen with the prompts 17,40,44,47,53 and 54 maybe with a targaryen reader? Just something gentle, sweet and soft <3 btw I’m talking abt this prompt list

I absolutely can! Apologies for making you wait since January for this. I hope you're still around to see (and, fingers crossed) enjoy it!

"Vok" (Perfect)

Aemond Targaryen x sister reader

Word count: 2.6k+

About: You and Aemond pledged to each other long ago. Tonight, beneath the blanket of darkness, you revel in each other's adoration.

Includes: SMUT. Featuring brother x sister incest, Aemond is soft but only to his little sister, dirty talk, female masturbation, guided masturbation, praise, unprotected vaginal sex, and a splash of breeding kink

Note: Hello lovely reader! It's been a hot minute since I've wrote Aemond - the posters and trailers have me going (affectionately) insane! Triple warning: this fic is brother x sister targcest. If you do not like that KEEP ON SCROLLING. This is my first time writing this dynamic. Reader is implied to have silver hair, pale skin, and purple eyes. Everything else is up to you! As always, I hope you enjoy this fic! ❤️

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To the realm, Aemond Targaryen was the cruel prince. Aloof, stoic, unforgiving.

To the realm, he was an ambitious and willful young man who rode Vhagar, the largest and oldest dragon in the world–the same dragon who helped Queen Visenya conquer Westeros.

To the realm, he was the second son of King Viserys. And, as such, would play the game of nobility by putting duty above love–marrying outside of his Targaryen lineage to seed dragons further into the world.

To you, his little sister and second daughter of King Viserys, he was your protector. 

Your secret.

A poorly kept secret in some corners of the castle; nosy servants and their obnoxious fucking tendencies. But, with Aemond’s less than idle threats about cutting the tongue out of anyone’s throat who would speak about it, it ended up being a well-kept secret.

The second son and second daughter of the Dragon King; who better to love, and cherish, and pledge to, than each other?

Aemond would sooner die than see you marry off to some lowly lord of a “great” House. You were the blood of Old Valyria. Everyone–no matter their feats–was lowly in comparison to you. And you, his sweet sister, deserved only the best.

Barely a year separated your ages. Neither of you remembered a life without the other.

Long before you gave your maidenhead to your brother you gave him your heart. And your heart he held.

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The night was late. These dark hours were some of the only unadulterated times you had together. Aemond kissed you slowly, passionately, gently stroking along your cheeks with his thumbs as he did. You were tangled in his bed together. You, stripped down to only your shift, and him, stripped down to only his sleep trousers. One of your shift’s thin straps kept sliding down your shoulder, and each time it did Aemond’s warm mouth kissed over the smooth lovely skin. You panted soft sounds–each feminine simper jolting right to his cock–as he lavished you in affection. 

“You’re kissing me silly, lēkia (brother). My head feels full of bees and I’m hot. So, so hot,” you whispered against his kiss-swollen mouth. “Will you not feel for yourself?” He hadn’t yet made a move to touch you where you really, truly, wanted him; something that had you whining and pouting. While his hands alternated between stroking your face and groping your body–waist, hips, thighs–yours were buried in his hair. It was all down and free. The silken sheet of it spilled over his shoulders, spilled over you, and you relished the feel of it inside your hands. Against your bare skin. “Please?”

“Please what, hāedar? (little sister)” He asked, voice mellow with just the right amount of rumble from his chest.

“Please touch me,” you answered, back naturally arching to press your soft body against the hard planes of his own.

Another low sound came from him. He pressed a warm, wide palm up the perfect curve of your back until he squeezed into the nape of your hair. “Such a pretty word from a pretty mouth. Have my kisses made you ache with need, byka zaldrīzes (little dragon)?”

“Yes.” The single word, its single syllable, rolled off your tongue before your brain even fully registered his question. You stared at him desperately. One eye was so beautiful; so ancient in its color and proclamation, just like your own. The other reflected faceted edges of the sapphire he wore in place of his missing eye. You didn’t know which was more enchanting.

“How long can you go, hm? Without me touching you?”

“W-what?”

He laughed. A rumble beneath his pale, taut chest. “How long before you succumb to madness by me not touching your perfect cunny?”

“Aemond…,” you whined. Pitiful. “Not much longer! Please, lēkia, I need you, please.”

A serpent’s grin curved his mouth and darkened his eye as he shifted positions with you. Now, he sat upright with his back against his headboard and pulled you to sit in front of him. 

You nestled between his legs, your back flush with his chest, and his stiff cock rested against the small of your back. A blush bloomed beneath your cheeks. You knew lust ran as wild in his veins as it did in yours.

“Tell me, sweet sister…,” he started, whispering by your ear. Both his hands cupped and squeezed over your breasts. Their softness melted against his palms and he groaned at the sensation. Perfect. You were so fucking perfect. “Have you touched yourself to peak before?”

A stammer replaced the little mewl in your throat. “H-how do you mean?”

He laughed again, pinching your nipples. “Mm… are you sure?”

Lust and need and fire roared in your blood to the point of almost drowning everything else out. “I d-don’t understand,” you admitted. But, it was a lie. You knew what he meant. You could only hope he’d go easy on you so you wouldn't have to admit, prove, or say you knew what he spoke of.

“Why are you playing shy with me, hāedar? I think you know exactly what I mean. There is no shame in it,” he spoke sly, hands pushing the hem of your shift up until he held the material in a fist upon your abdomen. With his other hand he tugged your smallclothes down your bare legs, tossing them off. The flats of all his fingers ghosted over your exposed cunt. Testing you. Feeling you. He hissed an inward breath. “Fuck–”, he growled. “‘Tis a good thing I was born a prince. Gods know if I had this wet little cunt between my thighs I wouldn’t get anything done. Ever. For how often I’d fuck myself silly on my own fingers.”

Aemond’s vulgarity sent a coil of tension wringing in your belly. Slick arousal pooled hotter beneath his touch. Your clit throbbed–the little pearl silently screaming for attention. “Yes,” you breathed, shuddering.

“Yes, what?”

Your older brother wasn’t going easy on you. “Yes. I… I know what you speak of. And.. yes, I do. Sometimes…,” you admitted with a wave of embarrassment.

Somehow he grew harder against the small of your back. He throbbed. “Show me,” he demanded.

“What! Aemond, no. Please, please, please no. Don’t make me show you.” Mortification replaced your previous embarrassment. Yet, your spine quivered with another rush of liquid arousal.

“I would love nothing more than to see how you bring yourself pleasure. Do you think of me when you do, byka zaldrīzes?”

You nodded. Dizziness warbled your brain. 

“Such a sweet perfect thing,” he cooed. He'd felt that nervous energy tense you. He also saw the exquisite thrum of your pulsepoint beneath your neck, too. Two sides of the same coin: carnal desire. When he spoke again it dripped with wicked passion. “Don’t be nervous, I'll guide you through it.”

It had been quite some time since you last brought yourself to climax all on your own. Aemond was always more than eager to give you pleasure. Tonight, however, something was different. Idly you wondered what it could be. Before you thought about it too much, Aemond guided your dominant hand to that delicate space between your thighs. You gasped at the sensation of your own touch. Torture never felt so divine. Your little bud sang as you circled it, rubbed over it. You sighed sweetly. “How did you make me so wet?”

It took controlled effort to not spill himself across your back at that very moment. “Spread your legs for me, princess. Let me see and hear what you’re doing.”

You obeyed. With your legs spread wider, now, it was all the easier to resume your previous motions. Flicking and rubbing over your bud felt divine–excited little sounds already spilled from your mouth. You ached inside, too, wanting–needing–to be stretched around something. The memory of Aemond's long fingers pumping into you while his thumb claimed your clit had your face hot. You couldn't reach those same spots he could. You bit your bottom lip, whimpering.

Aemond watched from above with a hungry lecherous eye. Beneath your shift he could see your breasts, slope of belly… and then further below, your creamy thighs spilled wide open. Fuck–he was so hard his back hurt. Your girlish sounds sent his desire blazing. “Your little clit is so achy, isn’t it? I know how much you like it played with,” he said by your ear. “Do you ever go inside?”

You nodded, allowing your head to fall back against his shoulder. You stayed on your pearl, still, legs tensing with bliss as it warmed and tingled your blood.

“Show me,” he growled again. “Be a good girl. And afterward? Don’t worry, I'll take care of you. Promise.” 

Without hesitation you pushed two of your fingers into your warmth. Your body squeezed around the intrusion, inner walls flexing, trying to pull them in deeper. A gasped moan left your parted lips. “I-I’ve never done this before.” You’ve never shown anyone this before is what you meant. Aemond knew what you meant.

“I know. Shh… it’s okay, I'll guide you through it.” He gently touched the top of your hand and relished your little tendons flexing with the effort of your self pleasure. He pushed–coaxing your fingers deeper, silently urging you along. More. 

Soon the wet sounds of your hand against pink swollen flesh mingled with your moans. Lewd. Dirty. You tried to stay quiet. You really did. But it felt too good, and Aemond’s hand on yours guiding you along had your toes curling. Of course he would help you. Of course he wouldn’t let you do it all on your own. “Aem..!,” you whimpered, hips rocking with your movements. “‘M close.”

“I got you,” he whispered, voice heavy.

As soon as your fingers found that little patch of hidden nerves along your walls, you weren’t able to hold on much longer. The bliss, all at once, became too much. Tension snapped in your belly as colors flashed behind your closed eyelids. Your legs trembled at the tip of your peak, and as you crested downwards Aemond held you tighter against him.

“Vok (perfect),” he said as he watched you. How perfect you were with your silver hair framing your face. How perfect you looked when ecstasy became too much. How fucking perfect your eyes were as they opened and locked on his, bright and glassy with excitement. 

You carefully pulled your fingers free and began to turn around to face him. Before you could, however, he held you tighter against him. Confusion furrowed your brow and whatever you were about to say was cut off by his impatience.

“I’m greedy, byka zaldrīzes. Go on, one more time. I know you can do it. Show me again how you peak.”

Without arguing you again settled back against him. You planted your feet along the outside of his legs, spilling your thighs open wider than they were before. You angled your hips to the perfect position and this time a third finger joined your previous two. This time you fucked yourself without shame–not that you held on to it long in the first place.

Aemond all but snarled behind you, absolutely ravenous at the sight of three of your little fingers pumping and curling up into your body. He moved a hand downward, too, and the pads of those fingers worked over your clit in time with your pumps.

“Gods! Aem–!” You quivered against him. The addition of his lascivious attention had your hips squirming. Wanton moans, no longer trying to stay quiet, had your mind blanking. Nothing existed outside of you and Aemond. Nowhere existed outside of the spaces in which your bodies touched. Climax found you faster this time. Your second orgasm had you crumbling against him. Sweat sheened your brow. Your face bloomed. Sated. You were wholly sated.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Such a good girl. Giving me exactly what I wanted,” he kissed you, stealing your lips in a kiss that had you floating all over again. You could have fallen asleep right there in his arms and been the happiest thing in the realm. Breaking away, he added, “now I’ve a promise to make up to you, hm?”

Honestly, you’d forgotten about it. But, now that he mentioned it, your belly did a silly little flop.

With great care, Aemond moved from behind you and stood. Offering a hand to you, he said, “take your clothes off and lay on your back.”

And with that, you both finally shed the last pieces of your clothing. 

Laying like he said, you leaned back on your elbows to prop yourself up to still see your brother. Spilled messy hair, tall lean body littered with nicked scars, sapphire eye on full display…hard cock blushed angry red with need. They say Targaryen’s are closer to Gods than men, and with the hearth’s orange light reflecting on his ivory form, you believed him to be a God.

Aemond thought the same about you as you laid there bathed in the moonlight and hearthlight. 

“Spread your legs for your lēkia, I want to see you.”

As soon as you did–proudly showing off the slick mess of two climaxes, Aemond pumped along his rigid length. Despite butterflies twirling in your belly, your smile up at him was purely feline.

To Aemond’s credit, his voice only broke slightly when he said, “get on your hands and knees.”

You did. You dipped your spine as low as it could comfortably go, propping your ass up for him. As much as he loved fucking you with your legs wrapped around his waist, you knew he loved this position, too. “Māzigon va, lēkia (come on, brother),” you purred. “Keep to your promise.”

In an instant one of his hands squeezed harshly into the fat of your hip while the other spread the meat of your ass apart. He planted one foot firmly on the bed, and the other stayed rooted on the ground. The position gave him more leverage, and power, and control as he loomed above you. With a flex of his entire abdomen he pushed forward; the hot stretch of your body around him had both of you gasping. “I plan on leaving a babe in your belly tonight, hāedar. That way mother will have no other choice than to wed us,” he groaned, pulling backwards only to snap his hips against the smooth underside of your cheeks once again. And again.

You fisted the sheets as Aemond fucked you. You moaned your delight at his words, nodding. “Yes, please,” you panted. “Faster,” you begged.

His thrusts were precise and brutal. The slap of your smacking skin was utterly depraved and you hated–no, loved–how it made you impossibly wetter. Aemond did too. “Already squeezing around me? Fuck–I’m not going to last much longer,” he said, strained.

You began to push back against him, meeting his thrusts halfway with a frenzied need to make him release. “Fill me. Fill me up, Aem,” you still begged, breathing heavily. 

He rutted against you with the same need–a primal haze taking over as his stones began to tighten. His fingers dented firmly into your flesh as he continued plunging in and out of you. Instinct to spill his seed built by the moment and soon he became sloppy. He grunted and growled, and with a final shove–cock buried as deep as it could be inside your walls–he spent against your body’s end. Pulse after mighty pulse emptied his spend into you. Stray strands of hair stuck to a sheen of sweat upon his forehead.

You joined him in peak; left boneless and exhausted after three orgasms. Even at the top of your bliss, and his, he never eased until you were both done.

Aemond pulled his softening length out from you and urged you to fall forward upon his bed. You followed his motion and happily laid there. Naked, glowing, and full. You reached a hand out to pull him to you. “Avy jorrāelan (i love you).”

Aemond easily settled next to you, scooping you into him. “Avy jorrāelan tolī (i love you too),” he said between slow, satisfied kisses.

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[maelialuv]

Call It What You Want, Steve Harrington

Summary: Going to a party at your bully's house had to be your worst nightmare come true. But you know what they say; don't get over someone, get under them.

Warnings: SMUT! slow burn filth. I need a hot shower level. breeding kink if you squint. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) fem!reader :)

NOTE: some characters have been aged up, like chrissy, so that everyone is in senior year at the same time :)

Word Count: 5.9K

You loved a party. Couldn't get enough of the heat of a group of people, the roar of laughter overlapping with the excited chatter of friends reuniting. The inevitable crash of dropped glass making the whole crowd hush before resuming their nestled talk. You were, in every sense of the word, a party girl. But that wasn't always the case.

Before this year - your senior year at Hawkins High- you'd been riding the coat tails of your childhood best friend, Nancy Wheeler, all throughout your school life. You were the sad little puppy that followed her around, but Nance never minded. She was always happy to have you by her side, or just behind her. Everywhere she went, you were there a few seconds later. That was until she started hanging out with, and later dating your sworn enemy.

Steve Harrington.

The guy had tormented you since middle school, along with his minions Tommy and Carol. The two of you used to make fun of people like them, stuck up and out of touch, and then she became one of them. Just like that. You could tell she felt guilty, by the way she would send you a furrowed glance at lunch as if to say 'I'm sorry, I have to!', like she had no control over who she surrounded herself with. As if she had no choice but to curl up beside the guy that broke your elbow in seventh grade.

Like she couldn't help but fall into the arms of the guy that had made your life a living hell for more than six years.

You still occasionally spoke to Nancy. After all, you lived across from one another, and thus had to see each other at some points. She would sometimes invite you to study, but you had started to make excuses after you had seen Harrington climb the garage roof and into her window, not liking the thought of his impulsive tendency for a romantic rendezvous interrupting a study session whilst you were there. You didn't want to put Nacy through the grief.

Your 'Lost Lamb' persona left you the moment you started hanging out with someone you never thought you'd consider a friend in your wildest dreams, or nightmares, Chrissy Cunningham. Expecting her to be a total Queen Bee, she was nothing of the sort. She was warm and kind and sisterly, all the things you missed from your friendship with Nancy. She sat with you at lunch, went to the movies with you, and eventually secured you a seat at the table with the rest of the cheerleaders, their boyfriends and the rest of their gang. They welcomed you with unexpected sincerity, and that was that.

You started going to house parties on Saturdays, diners on Wednesday nights with the girls, study sessions with some of the basketball team that couldn't quite pass a class or two. People waved at you in the halls, remembering your name for once. You and Chrissy would have sleep overs, and you felt the hole in your heart that Nancy left slowly start to heal. More or less.

But then you got that stupid invite.

"Gotcha!" Chrissy closed your locker door, scaring you senseless.

"Jesus, Chris!" you stacked your books in your arms. She was smiling wide, as always, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What?" you said, a raised brow and half a smirk making its way across your lips.

"Before you say anything, just let me talk," she made tiny praying hands to her chest, puppy dog eyes gleaming. "Promise?"

"Okay," you sighed.

"There's a party this weekend, and we're all going, and we all really want you to come." You looked at her with raised brows, as if to say 'go on?'. "It's Steve Harrington's party."

You'd managed to avoid almost every one of Harrington's parties with some believable, and some not so believable, excuses in the past year since your surge in popularity. "I don't know, Chris, I'm so busy with college applications this weekend-"

"Who needs them!" she cried, "We all know you're gonna get into Yale or Hardvard or Brown or whichever super crazy smart college you want to go to." She grabbed your hand, swaying it back and forth, like a child begging their mother for a candy bar at the grocery store. "Pretty please?" she did the puppy eyes again, knowing it would sway you to agree.

"Fine."

"Yay! I'll come to your house at nine tomorrow to get you!"

And that's how you found yourself in your old bullies house, red solo cup in hand, full of whatever lethal punch one of the football players had concocted. Already tipsy, lingering by the kitchen so that the constant stream of drinks wouldn't slow. Bodies moved ungracefully around you, shimmying and shoving through to the living room or to the ruckus of the back yard where people were throwing each other into Steve Harrington's large pool. You sipped on your drink thoughtfully, feeling the confidence built over the last year slip away from you as you returned to your old wallflower state.

"Why are you hiding in here, silly?" Chrissy came to your side, the shimmery pink eyeshadow on her lids making her green eyes luminous in the low light of the kitchen. "The gang's all next door, come on!" She grabbed your hand with surprising strength, dragging you into the large living room. Deep sofas lined the walls, each with a basketball player and their girlfriends curled up on one. On the one furthest from you, was Nancy and Steve. Next to them, Tommy and Carol. It made your stomach turn to see her with him. You avoided her persistent gaze. But Harrington's gaze, raking you in and eyes darting up and down, was harder to lose. He stared at you adamantly.

When the buzz of chatter died down, a few of the basketball players and their girlfriends left to find more entertaining activities, it was just a handful of people left in the living room. Including you, Nance and Steve. Tommy had the glint of wicked amusement in his eyes, and it made you uncomfortable. "I know what we should do," he said, eyes falling to you. "Let's play a little game." Carol perked up beside him, as if their minds were connected in some twisted way. "Yeah, let's do something fun."

"Games, come on guys," Jason, Chrissy's boyfriend, spoke up. "We're not in middle school anymore." Carol got her own wicked smile.

"Oh, certainly not." her eyes fell on you , analysing how your style had changed. You were wearing dark make up, smoking out your eyes and giving them an alluring pull. You showed off skin, knew how to present yourself. Her eyes narrowed, her smile a venomous sneer. "No, if this were middle school, I wouldn't be caught dead at a party with her."

You simply cocked your head to the side, giving carol a tight lipped sarcastic smile. Inside, you felt thirteen again. Instinctively, you grabbed your elbow, as if you could feel the pain of the break there now. Tommy barked out a laugh at Carol's comment. "Yeah, who knew the black sheep would turn into a black swan, huh?"

You felt gross as he raked his eyes over you, unashamed as he stared at the place where the hem of your dress ended.

"Fuck off, Tommy." you retorted, voice calm but heart racing a million miles a minute behind your ribcage. You felt like you were a lamb on a platter for the lions, ready for the slaughter.

"She speaks!" Carol squawked. Next to them on the couch, Nancy squirmed. Never one for confrontation, she excused herself to grab a drink. You caught her eye as she left. She looked guilty. You wanted to follow her, grab her by the shoulders and tell her to wake up. Tell her that her friends, and her boyfriend, were assholes. But she never listened before. She just couldn't admit it to herself.

"Been a while since we've seen you, babe. Where've you been hiding those legs, huh?" Carol smacked her gum as she spoke, obnoxious and loud.

"I found some better people to hang out with." Beside you, Chrissy stuck her arm over your shoulder. Her face was hard. It made her look older, the serious glare that she was sending Carol. Carol sneered at her, and the expression aged her terribly.

Steve caught your eye, shifted hard away from Tommy. He was gripping his beer with a tight knuckled grip. His eyes slithered down your neck, over your chest, and landed similarly to Tommy's. You grabbed the hem of your dress and yanked downward.

"One of the cool kids now, are you? Not following Wheeler around like a dog anymore?" Tommy took a long sip of his beer.

"We drifted apart." you said simply.

"Oh yeah? Since when?" Carol chimed in again and you felt your blood boil beneath your skin. Steve continued his obvious oggling.

"Since she traded her spine for a shiny new basketball player"

Nancy stood by the door, drink in hand. Her eyes were wide, like a deer in headlights. The whole group erupted into astonished laughter, Chrissy struggling to hold back as she clutched her stomach. Steve glared at the floor, as if willing it to say a comeback that would sting you back. Nancy sat down beside him, silent.

"Woah, you gonna take that Wheeler?" Carol guffawed.

She remained silent as a mouse at Steve's side.

"Nance was never one for speaking up anyway. "

You grabbed your cup and flittered out of the living room, the atmosphere suffocating you. You needed another drink, a cigarette, and some alone time. Drink secured, and obscenely strong, you crept up the stairs to the second floor. Once you found a room that didn't stink of puke or had two people sucking face in, an ensuite bathroom, you locked the door and sat in the tub.

Shutting the shower curtain, doc martens resting on the taps, you lit your cigarette. You still couldn't believe you were in Steve Harrington's house - let alone one of his bathtubs - after everything that went down all those years. Yet there you were. Nancy lost to the dark side, you in with the cool kids. Your middle school self wouldn't believe it. You rested your eyes for a moment, breathing in the smoke and taking gentle sips of your drink.

Your thoughts were interrupted by muffled yelling in the next room. You stubbed out your cigarette, trying to get out of the tub as quietly as possible, when you heard your name. It was Steve and Nancy, and they were fighting. About you.

"Why are you bringing this up now?" Steve said, exasperated.

"You guys were awful to her, Steve!"

"Yeah, like you did anything about it, huh Nance?"

You recoiled back into the tub, feeling invasive but caring more about what Nancy had to say for herself than your moral compass. It was a years' worth of pain cementing your form in the tub, ear preened toward the doorway.

"You tormented her!"

"And you watched! If anything, that's worse!"

"How is that worse than what you, YOU, did to her Steve?!

There was a pause. You could imagine Nancy's face; pouted lips, furrowed brow, cheeks blotchy from an ill-fated attempt to hold back her angry tears. Steve laughed humourlessly. It was a cutting sound, and you could hear Nancy take deep breaths.

"What we did, sure, it was stupid. Do I regret it? Of course, we never meant to get her hurt back then."

"You're still awful to her!"

"And there's the kicker," Steve chuckled darkly. "She always stuck up for herself. That's why we did it, we knew she'd give us some fun." There was a long moment where no one spoke. "You never stood up for her once, Nancy."

His words hung in the air like smoke, seeping into your clothes and clogging your throat.

"You never defended her, then or now."

Nancy was flustered, stuttering over her words.

"You never stood up for your best friend? Thats...awful, Nance."

You could hear as Nancy struggled to find a defence, as she used to with you. She would blubber to you, relaying how guilty she felt with enough tears that you eventually ended up comforting her, forgetting that you'd even come to her for help.

"Fuck you, Steve." You could hear as she grabbed her things, storming out of the room with vibrant language. The loud declaration that "it was fucking over" made a laugh - vindictive and partly delighted - rise in your chest.

You smacked a hand over your mouth in realisation. Your movements froze, fear jolting through your bones as you heard Steve pattering about the next room. His movements stopped abruptly as your foot knocked a bottle of shampoo off the edge of the tub.

In a split second - idiotic- decision, you decide to make a run for it. You rip back the curtain, jumping to the floor and striding for the door, the door you had so stupidly locked. A warm hand grabbed your wrist in a vice like grip.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you."

His voice was low, deep. It echoed in your chest. It made your heart thump. It made your blood boil.

"Get your hand off me." you seethed. His grip remained, making the skin of your wrist tingle. His touch was firm yet feather light. Unwilling to let you go, but not trying to hurt you. When his hand remained unmoving, you struggled against his grasp. "Get off, Steve."

He was leaning over you, shoulder blocking the door. He hovered above you, taunting, as he looked you over again. His gaze was relentless, inescapable. Confusing.

"Let go, Steve." You sighed out, defeated and embarrassed as he held you in place. You felt unnervingly calm. Strangely glued to the floor under his honey brown eyes as they bored into your own. You wanted nothing more than to move your feet - maybe stomp on his own so he would release the grip on your hand- and get out of the claustrophobic bathroom. You risked a glance up at the boy.

Christ.

Steve was never unattractive. Never had an awkward phase. He was always tall, athletic and tanned. Your hatred for the boy hadn't blinded you to the painfully obvious. But in the dim green light of the bathroom, shadows accentuating sharp cheekbones and jawline, you saw it. Saw it as the other girls did. Steve Harrington was gorgeous. He was painfully attractive, in every sense of the word. From the symmetrical lines of his cupids bow to the dark lashes framing honey eyes, he was hypnotic. And he had you completely under his spell.

"How much of that did you hear?"

His voice was aggravatingly quiet, gentle. Intoxicating. There was a gap between the two of you, small enough that you could feel the warmth of Steve's breath on your cheek as he spoke. You felt like a child being scolded by a parent, guilt driving you to complete honesty. It was the same tone that would make you confess to a teacher, had the same soft lilt.

"Enough." You replied, and your voice was hoarse. Rough, like you needed water desperately. You did, you felt as though your throat was bone dry. "Enough to hear you chew out Nancy."

Steve's eyes were inexplicably soft as he looked at you, and at the mention of Nancy they hardened almost imperceptibly. "Yeah, well," he sighed, languid and frustrated, "that was gonna happen, no matter if it was about you or not." When you raised as brow - both in shock at his willingness to detail the state of his relationship, and as a sign to continue- he went on. "All we do is fight."

"Hmm."

""What?"

"Karma came and bit you both in the ass."

The look Steve gave you made you feel bad for saying it, but it was overruled by the vindictive joy you felt at hurting his feelings. The way he backed up slightly, as if he'd not expected you to say something, made your heart jolt a bit. He'd been so awful to you for so long that the knowledge of his relationship being far from perfect made a smile creep its way across your lips.

Steve huffed, frustrated again.

"You are incredibly hard to understand." He said, the same sickeningly sweet voice at play. "You're very different...to how you used to be."

"You mean I'm not a loser anymore?" You quirked a brow.

"You were never a loser," he stepped closer to you, hand still on yours. "You were just...," he trailed off. His gaze was unashamed, staring straight down at your lips as he spoke. "Different."

'What a crock of shit,' you thought. This coming from the guy that bullied you all throughout middle school, even through high school. it was the biggest load of bullshit you'd ever heard. But your ears rang with the rush of blood behind your ears as your heart hammered inside your chest. Steve Harrington was a flirt, and a good one. You were experiencing his best lines. And they were working.

"Different?" there was hardly any space between the two of you now, Steve's lips brushing over yours as he shifted. You didn't stop him when his hand brushed your sides.

"Yeah," the hand that had been holding your wrist against the doorknob came up to cup your cheek. Steve's top lip was on yours as he spoke, "different."

The two of you crashed together with teeth and lips, a brawl of desperate hands and angry grudges. Fingers tangled in hair immediately, tugging and scratching. Steve tasted of smoke, beer and something innately Boyish. His hands settled at your waist, grasping the fabric of your dress there. His lips were pillowy and soft, addictive. You suddenly understood why Nancy put up with it; kissing Steve Harrington was like having your own personal drug. The kiss deepened as you shifted heads, turning for better angles and access.

Steve groaned as his tongue slid across yours, and the way he so clearly enjoyed the kiss made you feel powerful. He backed you up against the bathroom counter. "Jump," he whispered, your bottom lip between his teeth as he nipped the skin there. You did as he said, his voice husky and hypnotic, and he lifted you to rest on the sink. Legs parted, Steve rested between your open knees. One hand resting there, one working on shrugging you out of the jacket that clung to your shoulders. He pulled away from you, an amused smirk on his face as you whined, to rip the jacket away. Shoulders and neck exposed, Steve got to work on the skin there.

You were suddenly way more aware of what you were doing.

"You better not leave a mark, Harrington." you panted out, as Steve nipped a particularly sweet spot just below your ear. He chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine.

"Why?" he asked, smug lilt to his words. "Afraid of people knowing?"

"More ashamed than afraid," you said, choking on your words as Steve nipped at the skin of your throat. "Can't have people thinking just anyone can have me."

Steve pulled back, and god you melted right there. Hair a mess, eyes blown wide, and lips swollen. It was a glorious sight. "And I'm just anyone?" He was smug, overconfident. Irritatingly attractive.

"Yeah," you gripped the belt loops of his jeans, yanking forward. The bewildered look on his face made you grin. "so this stays between us."

"Aye aye, Captain."

And off you went again, lips colliding in heated snarls. There was a primal anger behind it, driving you into his strong arms as he encased you. Was this self sabotage? Maybe so, but it was the hottest thing you'd ever experienced. Steve's nimble fingers caressed their way up your back, finding the straps of your bra with ease. He snapped one against your shoulder, making you yelp and using the sound to slip his tongue back into your mouth. If it didn't make your bones feel like jelly, you would have chastised him for the cheap move. Carnal desire taking over your mind, you let your cold hands scrape up his chest, lifting the hem of his shirt to graze his stomach.

He tensed up at the touch, a stuttered breath fanning your face as he sighed. His two hands landed firm on your knees, creeping up your legs and stopping as he stroked your inner thigh with his forefingers.

"Permission to come aboard?"

You nodded, arousal coursing through you like a stake to the heart.

"Words, please...Captain."

"You find yourself funny, don't you?"

"Very." His fingers were so close yet so far from where you wanted them. "Do you want to?"

"Yes, I do."

"There we go."

He kissed you again, this time slow. It was harder than before, and as he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, Steve slipped your underwear down your legs. He groaned into the kiss as he felt you, excitement clear by the wet patch on your panties. "God, you're wet."

You should have been embarrassed. You should have pulled your panties off the floor and run out of the house and all the way home without looking back. But you were putty in his hands as Steve slipped a finger inside of you, hooking upwards and finding that special spot almost immediately. A high pitched whine - one that shocked even you- made its way out of your mouth, muffled as you buried your head in Steve's neck as he set a slow pace. "What a pretty sound," he groaned, catching your face in his hand as you threw it back against the mirror. "You gonna keep making 'em like that?"

You nodded, breathless, and then he was out of your sight.

Steve kissed down your chest, shoving your dress over your stomach and kissing the skin as he went down. His fingers intwined with yours as they gripped the marble counter. You sat up to catch his eye, and what a pretty sight it was. Steve Harrington, pupils dilated with lust, with his head between your thighs. He kissed your thighs, and you mewled; so close yet so far.

"Please," you moaned. Embarrassment crept up on you, and you could feel the blood rush to your cheeks. "God, please Steve."

Steve dug his fingers into the skin of your thighs, toying with them. He kissed his way to your knees, enjoying the sight before him as you writhed about. "Please what?" he said, and had you not been desperate for him to bury his head between your legs you would have kicked him. He grinned as you fought the urge to beg. "What do you want?" He left surprisingly tender pecks to your knee.

"I want you."

"Where do you want me?" he was taking his time with you, partly for himself - savouring the moment, rejoicing in the way you fell apart before him- and partly to tease you into insanity.

"Jesus Christ," you groaned as he nipped the supple skin of your thighs.

"Steve is just fine." He laughed, putting you out of your misery as he licked one broad stripe up your centre. It was the stupidest, most reckless thing you could be doing, which made it even hotter as Steve hooked his hands under your hips, holding you on top of the counter as your legs wrapped round his head and your hands wove themselves into his hair. Almost immediately you understood Steve's reputation, and you felt a pang of possessiveness as his lips encased your clit, humming as he went. Your back arched off the tiles, mouth agape in a silent 'O' shape. Harrington knew what he was doing, that much was clear as your first orgasm crept up on you.

You could hardly muster words, the only sound in the jade coloured bathroom being the obscene wet sounds and your whimpers as Steve continued to ruin you on the counter. "I'm gonna - oh shit, Steve." The way you moaned his name - like it was the only one you knew, the only one that mattered- made Steve's jeans feel impossibly tight, palming himself for something, anything to relieve himself. He was just as desperate, just as wanting, as you were - if not more. The thought of what was to come made you clench around Steve's fingers, exploding in a white hot scream on his tongue. You fell back against the mirror, hairs sticking to the sides of your face, cheeks flushed with both heat and bashfulness. Steve crept up your stomach again, stealing a kiss when he made it to your lips.

You could taste yourself as he kissed you, slow and deep. His hands swiped the hair from your face, in a gesture entirely too sweet for a boy that had just ravaged you in his bathroom. It bothered you. That wasn't part of the interaction - there was no sweetness involved. It almost took you out of the moment, but as your hips bucked into Steve's, and he let out a strangled groan, the moment was saved. As his lips found purchase on your collarbones, your hands made work of unbuttoning his shirt - purposefully slow, you enjoyed watching his stomach tense as you grazed it. The sharp intake of breath as you began unbuckling his belt made you feel powerful, made your stomach do flips. "Here?" you asked, kissing down his neck to the space where it met his shoulders, "or somewhere else?"

Steve's eyes lit up like a christmas tree at the prospect that this - whatever this was- wasn't over just yet. He gripped your hands on his belt buckle. "Not here." With little effort, he hoisted you over his shoulder - much to your shock and dismay. You swatted his back but couldn't help the swell of arousal as his arm tightened round your waist. He set you down on the edge of the bed, standing in front of you with one hand on your cheek. In the dim light of his bedroom, Steve Harrington was devastatingly handsome. The soft glow of peaches and oranges made his eyes a molten chocolate, skin peppered with a red hue from...exertion.

"It's rude to stare." he said, voice void of the smugness from before. It made your ribcage rattle, heart thudding with the weight of his stare. It felt like he was looking at your soul, and it made you shiver. The boy who'd tormented you for years, was seeing you. Staring right back at him, your hands made their way to his belt loops. It was your turn to make him writhe a bit.

"Can't help it," you said, voice all airy and entirely foreign to your ears. It dripped with a lust, husky and soft. "You're somewhat of a looker."

You ripped his jeans open, nimble hands ridding him of the garment in seconds. As you grabbed the waistband of his boxers, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric, his hand stopping you. "As amazing as that would be," he said regrettably, "if I don't get you on that bed, I think I may lose my mind." He said it so breathlessly that it made your thighs clench together. He wanted you so badly. You cocked your head to the side, half playful and half serious as you said, "Do something about it then."

Steve didn't need to be told twice. He dove into you, hand steadying your head as your lips locked together - an irritatingly perfect puzzle piece finding another. You were a tangle of legs, arms, and lips as the two of you buried yourselves in Steve Harrington's bed, ridding each other of the clothes that stopped your from touching one another completely. His knee found its home between you, shifting your legs apart to make room for hips. You were encased in Steve; his scent, the feel of his lips on your skin, his legs locking yours in place. His hips rocking into yours as he kissed your neck with sinful skill.

Your hands grew restless, tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck as if he would understand the morse code in the pulling. "Steve," you groaned as he knocked his hips into yours, "please."

You were begging, and you were embarrassed. You couldn't bring yourself to say the words- couldn't stand the thought of asking your middle school bully to fuck you in his bed at his own party. But the boy had other ideas.

"Say it." he toyed with your clit, thumbing it as you whined. When you stayed silent, he pinched one of your nipples between his fingers. he smirked at how quickly they puckered underneath him. "Say you want me."

Your cheeks burned with shame. You couldn't - wouldn't- beg him.

He hovered over you, hands either side of your head, nose brushing yours. You could feel the ghost of his lips over your own. His hand came to rest on your chin, thumb sliding over your lip, tugging it down and letting it slide back. "Open."

You did as he said, opening your mouth wide enough for Steve to slide his thumb into your mouth, a teasing smile on his face as you swirled your tongue around it. "Say you want me to fuck you." He pulled his thumb out of your mouth slowly, grinning as it made a satisfying pop. He leaned down to the shell of your ear. "Tell me you want me to ruin you," he whispered.

The burn in the pit of your stomach raged as Steve kissed the hollow of your throat, waiting for you to speak. Your breath was shallow, eyes closed as you whispered into the air, hoping the buzz of the party below would swallow your words.

"I want you to ruin me."

Steve grinned, wolfish and smug, as he lined himself up with you, locking eyes with you as he pushed himself in. You knew you were gone when he moaned your name like a prayer, said it like it was the cure to his troubles. Like you were something to treasure. One strong arm gripped the headboard as he panted. "God," he grunted out, "you feel incredible."

There was something electric about hearing praise from the boy that tormented you for years, something wickedly delightful about watching his mouth hang open with pleasure as he bottomed out inside you. You clenched around him, desperate for any friction to satisfy the burning between your legs. "Can I move?" he groaned.

"Yes, please."

In public, Steve was an athlete. Behind closed doors, under the sheets, he was an Olympian. He set a fast pace, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, deeper inside of you every time. The sounds of the party- the drunken teens stumbling, the music blaring- were drowned out by the slapping of skin on skin, of your whines and Steve Harrington's moans as you fell apart beneath him.

"Shitshitshit- man, you're amazing." he moaned as he rutted into you. You were frozen in pleasure, mouth open from silent screams of pleasure. You bit your lip, so hard you would have tasted blood had Steve not being everything you felt in that moment. "Oh, fuck," you groaned at a particularly deep thrust, "I'm s-so close."

"Me too," Steve whimpered, and you were sure it was the hottest thing you'd ever heard. "Where should I-"

"I'm on the pill." you sputtered out.

Steve's eyes darkened, delighted at the permission, determined to get you to your peak before he fell apart himself. "Yeah? You gonna let me come inside?" His hand reached between your conjoined bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit. "Gonna come for me?"

Your back arched off the mattress, the coil in your stomach snapping at the same time Steve collapsed on top of you, his stuttering as he came. You both panted, recovering from the exertion. Rolling over onto his back, you and Steve stared at the ceiling, the weight of what you had done sinking in.

It was wrong, so wrong. He'd just broken up with Nancy, seconds before you let him crawl between your legs. You would have felt terrible, like you'd betrayed her, had it not been so good.

You would have felt guilty, had you not felt the shake of your legs still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm.

Steve turned his head to face you. You turned to look at him.

"I'm sorry about how I treated you, before."

You snorted.

"You don't have to apologise just because we had sex, Steve." The ridiculousness of it made you laugh. "Thanks, though." You were both silent for a while, just laying there. You tried spying your clothes across the room. "Where's my underwear?"

"Oh," Steve mumbled, getting up from the bed and into the bathroom. You couldn't help but stare at his retreating form, back muscles flexing as he stretched. You did the same, a soreness washing over you. Steam filled the bathroom, the sound of the shower running loud against the dying party below. Steve returned in his jeans, smirking as pulled your lavender lace panties from the back pocket, tossing them at you. You caught them with one hand.

"Perv," you said, sliding them back up your legs. Steve smiled from the bathroom doorway. He was looking at you that way again. It made your stomach uneasy. "What?" you said.

"You can, uh, clean up here. If you want." He scratched the back of his neck. He gestured to the shower. You stomach flipped again. You rose from the bed, using the sheet to cover your chest. You stopped in front of Steve, who was struggling not to look down at your loosely covered front.

"This is not a thing, okay?" you said slowly, as if saying the words aloud would make them true. As if hearing them from your own lips would stop the way your lips yearned for Steve's the second they left your own. "This goes nowhere else."

Steve nodded, mockingly serious.

"Aye aye, Captain."

He grabbed your hand, making you drop the sheet, and led you into the steam filled bathroom. You let him wash your skin, all soap and too much affection given who he was to you. You didn't stop him when he kissed below your eye, on your nose, or when he placed an all too tender kiss on your lips for just a second. But it was long enough. You let him wrap you in a towel, drying you with gentle hands. You didn't object when he dressed you in his old basketball shorts and a tattered sweatshirt. You let him tuck you under his sheets, didn't flinch away when he tucked your hair behind your ear.

You let him wrap his arm over your waist when he returned, having kicked the last stragglers out of the house. You let yourself fall asleep in his bed, warm and soft and all too inviting, much like its inhabitant.

What you wouldn't do was let yourself fall for this, you thought. You wouldn't fall for Steve Harrington. Wouldn't fall for his moves, his overused lines. Wouldn't get wrapped up with the wrong guy.

But as morning came, and you turned to see Steve already looking at you, that look on his face, you thought that maybe it was too late. And by the looks of Steve Harrington, it was too late for him as well.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut' #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve x reader #stranger things au #stranger things 4 #enemies to lovers #bully romance #slowburn #fluff #smut #fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #steve harrigton fanfic #steddie #steve x eddie #steve x nancy #chrissy cunningham #this is so dirty #I need a hot shower #joseph quinn #joe keery

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere! Idol! Group x F! Reader

Nurse Bee 🐝Part (2)

Part 1

TW: spankings, dubcon, force-feeding, overstimulation, mind control

After they humiliated you, your devoted idols decided to make a schedule for who gets to have you every day of the week. Sol gets you on Sunday, Haneul on Monday, Jason on Tuesday, and Honey/Hani on Wednesday. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, they all share you. Today was Monday.

"Wakey, wakey, Y/N! I made breakfast for you!" Haneul says, opening your door. "I knew those idiots didn't come back to dress you. Look at you, shivering and cold. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

Haneul puts your body into his arms and carries you into the bathtub. The warm water with lavender flowers soothes your aching body. Haneul walks out and returns with your breakfast.

"Ah, open wide! I made your favorite, buttermilk pancakes," Haneul says, holding a piece of pancake on a fork.

You refuse to entertain his antics and sink your body deeper into the tub.

"Y/N, I said ah. Open your mouth," Haneul growls, his smile about to waver.

You turn your head, and he drops the fork to the ground. He pulls your arm so your body is halfway out of the tub, and rests his hand on your wet bottom.

"Haneul, what are you doing?" You stammer, wriggling as his other arm holds you down.

"Disciplining our queen," Haneul says, spanking your ass.

His hands hit your ass several more times, each time harder than the last, and all you can do is take it. You sniffle as the pain becomes too much, and Haneul finally stops.

"Now open your mouth," Haneul commands, holding your jaw.

You do as he says and eat the pancakes.

"It wasn't that hard was it? Now you get a reward," Haneul says, pulling out a phallic-shaped vibrator. "Spread your legs like a good girl."

Your legs slowly spread, and your hands grip the bathtub. Haneul puts the vibrator into your pussy, and you twitch from the pleasure.

"Aw, those spankings warmed your pussy right up and made it wet for me," Haneul says, pushing the vibrator in and out of you slowly. "If you cum for me, I'll give you some really nice clothes."

You don't pay attention to his words as the vibrator's feeling takes over your brain. You move Haneul's hand away from the vibrator and push it all the way in. Haneul looks at you in slight shock and laughs at your reaction.

"I knew it was a good idea to put that aphrodisiac in the bath water. You can't even help yourself," Haneul whispers, pulling you onto him and groping your breasts. "Would you look at that? My clothes are wet just like you."

Haneul takes advantage of you not paying attention and strips all of his clothes. He moves you into the bath again, then joins you.

"You don't need this anymore," Haneul says, taking the vibrator out of your pussy, and moving it to your mouth where you happily accept it. "That should keep you quiet enough."

Haneul puts his cock inside your pussy and you begin to ride him before he even has a chance to thrust. He laughs at your horniness and begins to thrust. Drool goes down your mouth from sucking on the vibrator, but you couldn't care less. After sucking on the vibrator for so long, you take it out once you realize there's no point if there's no cum for you to swallow.

"Ah, baby, you're rocking my world," Haneul moans, rapidly thrusting into your pussy. "Ah, ah, keep that vibrator in."

Haneul shoves the vibrator back into your mouth, and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"That's it. Focus on the vibrator. Let it overstimulate you into submission," Haneul says, rubbing your head. "Just keep sucking."

You obey him, not noticing you've been riding his dick in tandem with his thrusting the entire time. When Haneul cums in you, pleasure rocks your body and you're seeing white. Haneul takes the vibrator out of your mouth and laughs as you keep sucking nothing but air. He moves your head to his dick and you mindlessly suck that.

"We can't let our queen's cum from breeding go to waste," Haneul says, grabbing a plug with a bee design and putting it in your pussy.

The plug shines in the water making Haneul smirk.

~~~~~~~~~

"Haneul, I can't believe she's been sucking you off like that for hours. Shouldn't she be hungry?" Sol asks, looking at you sucking off Haneul on your bed.

"I know, but she does blowjobs so well. I'll stop after I cum," Haneul responds, rubbing your head.

"Fine. Just make sure she gets rest," Sol says, walking out of your room and closing the door.

And that's how your day with Haneul went.

#yandere idol #yandere oc #yandere dubcon #yandere smut #tw dubcon #tw dubious consent #f!reader #yandere boy

[bitchin-tubs]

I wanted to finish this one unfortunately I got tired so I’ll just do it another day jiji

Anyways here is a small explication on the Hellhound situation in my rewrite. Basically all breeds originate from Gluttony’s original hound, created by Lilith and later taken care by Beelzebub as their Queen because of her canine likeness and her indulgence of sinful desires. Since the Hellhounds were once the most desperate and neglected of demons, Queen Bee´s lifestyle was really admired by the hounds. Since Hell is divided by rings, each ring was a specific weather and environment in which the original residents evolved into their most efficient form to thrive in, including Hellhounds. Gluttony´s original hound is a breed similar to the Xoloitzcluintle and slowly the species gained alternative breeds by the long evolutionary history of living in the different rings. I tried to keep their features consistent (since I do like the idea of the hellhounds reflecting earth breeds) so I categorized them from working purposes and habitat. Nowadays you can find almost every breed in all rings, especially in Gluttony, but they do thrive better in their home Rings.

#helluva boss critical #my art #helluva boss redesign #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel redesign

[systlin]

Does your fall start in June where r are then? Or have I misunderstood the bee post 😅

No no, fall is months off yet. I'm just always amused by vegans claiming that drones are MURDERED to breed bees when a drone's life has one of two outcomes;

The drone outflies the other drones on a mating flight and successfully mates with a queen. Dies because his reproductive organs are ripped off during this process.

Is murdered/evicted from the hive by his worker bee sisters in the fall before winter sets in since they're just dead weight to feed over the winter

Like yeah if you're breeding bees drones do in fact die to fertilize queens, that's how honeybees work! There's nothing we can do about it! People aren't murdering them out of spite or anything drones just die when they mate, and if they don't their sisters will murder them!

#The life of a drone honeybee is not exactly sunshine and bunnies

[cypherdecypher]

Animal of the Day!

Naked Mole-rat (Heterocephalus glaber)

(Photo from WIRED)

Conservation Status- Least Concern

Habitat- Eastern Africa

Size (Weight/Length)- 40 g; 7 cm

Diet- Roots; Tubers

Cool Facts- Being more closely related to guinea pigs and porcupines, the naked mole-rat may be naked but it is neither a mole or a rat. They are the only cold-blooded mammals in the world and have highly complex, female-led societies. Being one of the only eusocial mammals, naked mole-rats have a bee-like society with only the queen breeding and all the rest being sterile workers. Only a few chosen non-related males are allowed to breed with the queen, their relationship lasting up to a decade. Naked mole-rats have the longest lifespan of any rodent of up to 37 years thanks to their resistance to cancer and long term heart health. Due to their lack of external ears and tiny eyes, naked mole-rats are virtually blind and never leave their burrows. When searching for food, they dig for large tubers that can feed the colony for years.

Rating- 13/10 (The first animal photographed for The Photo Ark.)

Requested by @looopylooop

#animal of the day #animals #mammals #rodents #monday #september 4 #naked mole rat #biology #science #conservation #the more you know

[thebawdybaldurian]

The Birds and the Bees

Summary: Halsin presents Tav with an unusual birthday gift, stalking her across the city, and teasing her with a series of mind-bending orgasms, before finally catching his beloved prey.

Content and Warnings: Halsin x female Tav. Predator/prey/hunt kink, use of a magical sex toy, public teasing/arousal, public masturbation, masturbation with clothes, olfactophilia, knotting, arousal as a wild shaped druid, light breeding kink, edging, oral sex, PIV sex, biting.

“Happy birthday, my heart,” Halsin handed Tav a box about the size of his palm.

It was made entirely of natural materials and quite beautiful in itself. She opened it, finding something nestled between two layers of silk. It was carved of smooth wood and resembled a long, narrow beehive with a large bee connected via a trail of honey. Tav looked at it curiously. The way it was sculpted, it didn’t appear to be for decor, as it would tip over if you tried to stand it up. “It’s lovely,” she smiled. “What is it exactly?”

“A special hive for my queen,” he smiled, taking it from her and sinking to his knees. He tucked his head under her skirt and pulled her panties down a bit.

“Oh?” She gasped as he nuzzled against her clit, sliding his tongue between her folds.

He held back the usual greediness of his tongue, intending only to make her slick for what he planned next. He slipped the ridged hive inside her, hearing a knowing moan escape her lips. The bee nestled snuggly against her clit, forming a very inventive sex toy. He slipped her panties back up to hold the toy in place and escaped from under her skirt. “Does this do what I think it does?” She looked down at him with blushed cheeks.

He smiled with a nod, pulling a small, stone-like object from the pocket of his robe. He slid his thumb across it, an aura of arcane purple light beginning to pulse across it. Tav felt a pulse as well, between her legs, the toy buzzing to life. “Mmmm,” she grinned widely, shifting her hips a little. He slid his thumb over the stone again and dispelled the magical bond between the two items as she let out a disappointed sighed.

“Not to worry, my love,” he grinned mischievously. “I just wanted to give you an easy head start before I seek out my prey. Once the stone is activated, it works in proximity to the hive…the closer I get to you, the harder it thrums.

“Really?” She smiled widely.

“Tracking just your scent through the city would be difficult…I’ll listen for you whimpers too.”

“Oh my…” She giggled amorously, pulsing her muscles against the ridged object nestled in her canal. “You’ve been talking to Astarion, haven’t you? About teasing me in public?”

“He suggested something of the kind…and I know how much you enjoyed Nym’s vibrating toy. She put me in touch with the maker of hers and I had this commissioned for you.

“That’s so incredibly sweet…and sexy,” she shifted again, feeling the throb between her legs only getting worse. “This will slow me down a bit…so give me a decent head start, yeah?”

“Thirty minutes?” he asked, giving her a long kiss. “Since you know this city much better than I?”

“Deal,” she grunted as his hips pressed the bee harder against her clit.

She walked with a slight awkwardness to grab her shoes and cloak, slipping them both on. Halsin gave her one last kiss goodbye before sending her off into the city. Her awkward gait remained, as each step shifted the toy inside and against her. She’d only gotten a few blocks away before her panties were completely soaked. It was quite crowded this deep in the city and she only had half an hour before he would be activating the toy. She needed to get outside the city as quickly as possible before the sensations overwhelmed her.

She could hide a little in her long cloak, but there would be little to prevent anyone from hearing even her quietest cries. She continued walking, each stride bumping the bee against her clit. She already felt her knees wobbling a little and knew she wouldn’t make it far in this state. She turned south towards the docks, hoping to snag a ride on one of the carts headed out of the city. She was near trembling by the time she made it to the harbor, her clit throbbing angrily and begging for release.

“Pardon, sir,” she asked an older dwarf who was almost finished packing up a wagon full of spices that was headed for Candlekeep. “Could I trouble you for a ride to the city gates? I’m supposed to be meeting someone there, but feeling a little ill on my feet.”

The man looked her over, sucking his teeth loudly. “You got coin? You ain’t gonna git sick all over my merchandise?”

“No sir,” she shook her head, fumbling in the pocket of her cloak, hoping to find a few spare coins. She hadn’t thought to grab her handbag. She found a few copper, hoping it would be enough. He frowned at the amount. “I’ll sit in the back, not trouble you a bit.”

“Alright,” he finally conceded, nudging one of the crates further back so there was room for her to nestle against the tail gate of the wagon.

“Thank you,” she began to climb up, stumbling a bit as she felt the hive activate with a low hum. “Ahhhh,” she gasped, her face turning bright red.

“You sure yer alright? Maybe you should go to a healer instead?” He asked as she quivered into a sitting position.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she insisted, clutching tightly to her dress under her cloak. “The person I am meeting is a great healer…he’ll….umm…get me taken care of quickly.”

“Just holler if you want me to stop and let you out if you feel sick,” he shut the gate and ambled towards the front of the wagon.

She nodded, slipping a hand down the neck of her dress to pinch her nipple, needing another sensation to focus on before she erupted from the vibration between her legs. She covered her mouth with her other hand, muffling the squeak of desperation as the toy slowly melted her cunt. She said a silent prayer of thanks as the wagon crawled to a start, the wheels rumbling loudly on the cobblestone street.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, reaching down to pull her dress up and push her panties aside. The hive slipped out a bit, dripping with honey, but she took a firm hold of it. She needed to come, hoping that an orgasm would satisfy her for the moment and help her endure the continuous hum. She eased the ridged hive slowly back and forth, allowing her clit a brief respite from the buzzing bee. She used the natural bumping of the wagon to ride out a quick, but dizzying climax. She’d swallowed her moans as best she could, hoping the loud clatter of the wagon had covered the rest.

She craned her neck to look over at the driver, who seemed oblivious to the personal aroma she was adding to his spiced goods.

After activating the stone, Halsin had taken his time leaving the house. He was already half-aroused from the thought of Tav dripping a trail of honey across the city and began to rub himself, burying his face in one of her shirts. Her scent put him in a frenzy and he soon found himself fully stiff and fucking the soft fabric. He didn’t allow himself to spill inside it, milking all his arousal down into the thickening knot at the base of his cock.

With her scent embedded in his nose and the primal need to bury himself in her, he set off, wild shaping into a scraggly street dog. The mingling aromas of the city made it difficult to keep track of her, forcing him to pause frequently to pinpoint a direction. She’d initially been heading in the direction of Wyrm’s Crossing, but had made a turn south at some point. He found a tiny dot of her honey on the street that led towards the docks. He lapped it up, trying to think of what she might be up to. Would she jump on a boat to make things even more difficult for him?

He followed the trail of her honey, lapping up every spot and only making himself more excited. He had to stop at one point to lick his cock back into submission. By the time he arrived at the docks, he had several un-spayed wharf bitches trailing around him, whimpering and presenting themselves to him.

“Ahhh look at the balls on that ol’ boy!” One of the stevedores noticed the harem of dogs trailing behind Halsin. “Gonna be a lot of hungry pups on the street this winter,” he nudged his compatriot.

Halsin suddenly shifted back into his humanoid form, glaring at the man. “If these dogs had owners that properly cared for them, that wouldn’t be an issue,” he growled.

“Easy druid, I just try to keep them fed,” the man held up his hands in fear. “I can’t really stop them from fucking all the time.”

“You could if you had them all fixed. It is a simple spell,” Halsin replied, trying to soften his anger a bit.

“Yeah, and do you see a lot of wizard-types around here?” The man eased a little, glancing down at the thick bulge tenting against Halsin’s robes. “We siphon what we can from the meat wagons, but none of us have coin for that sort of thing.”

“Then I will come by myself one of these days,” Halsin gently scratched behind the ears of some of the confused dogs still circling him, wondering where their stud had gone.

“That’d be swell…some of the lads and I…could offer some sort of…recompense,” the stevedore swallowed hard, glancing down at Halsin’s erection again. “Quite eagerly, in fact.”

“I need no compensation…or favors,” Halsin caught both the man’s meaning and lingering eye. “Though, did you happen to see another elf pass through here recently? Golden hair and wearing a green cloak?”

“Uh maybe…Sal?” He asked his compatriot, who had been silent and stunned by Halsin’s transformation. He’d never seen anyone wild shape before.

“Uhhhh,” the younger man shook his mind clear. “Yeah, I think so. Pretty, but looked in a bit of distress?”

“That’s her,” Halsin smiled a little.

“Hopped on a spice cart that was headed east.”

“Thank you,” Halsin nodded. “I’ll come by as soon as I can to help with the dogs.” He wild shaped into a falcon and took off into the air, leaving the two men speechless again.

“By Umberlee, I’d suck the sea out of that man,” the older stevedore sighed, shifting his cock around.

“Do…you think they ever…fuck in beast shape?” The younger man wondered, shifting his cock as well.

“The hells if I know,” the other man replied, shooing the whimpering dogs away so they could get back to work.

Halsin soared overhead, scanning the streets for any wagons traveling east. He could have easily tracked the scent of the spices, but since Tav had gone more mobile, he decided he should as well. It also helped that he didn’t have a cock in this form, though his cloaca was still swollen and throbbing. He circled a few different wagons before finally spotting one with a green-cloaked figure reclined in the back.

Satisfied by her first climax, Tav had sunk back against the side of the wagon, trying to catch her breath. The numb satisfaction of her clit had been manageable, until the vibrations increased in intensity. “No,” she whimpered quietly as her body began to quiver again. “How did he catch up on such a lead?”

She sunk further into the bed of the wagon, lifting her knees up slightly and bracing her feet against the opposite side of the wagon. She lay writhing under her cloak, trying to endure the growing stimulation. She glanced up into the sky, seeing a bird circling far overhead. “Is that you, my bear?” She asked quietly to herself, pulling her cloak open to reveal her naked, dripping thighs. Her dress was still pulled up around her waist and there was a little puddle forming on the cloak underneath her. “I hope so,” she spread her legs wide, pulling her panties aside again. “Or else some random bird is going to get quite the show.”

She slipped the toy completely out for a moment, showing off the wetness and letting a flow of nectar seep out before putting it back inside her. The vibrations increased as the bird dove suddenly, making her cry out loud enough that the driver heard. “You alright back there, miss?” The dwarf looked back, unable to see her from behind the crates.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she yelled back, trying to hide deep moan. “But if you can speed up at all…”

“Aye,” he stirred the horses a little more, increasing their pace.

Tav let the rocking of the wagon assist her again, guiding the toy in and out of her with each bump. She balled up a bit of her cloak and stuffed it in her mouth, watching as the bird swooped high and low above her, making her toy vibrate with agonizing ecstasy. Her legs shook against the side of the wagon as a scream made itself audible above the muffling of her mouth and the clamor of the wagon. The driver began to slow the horses, looking back again to try and check on his hidden passenger. “Miss, I think I should let you out here, so you can get to a healer.”

“Alright,” she gasped for air, covering herself back up and trying to collect herself before the wagon came to a stop.

The driver went back to help her open the tail gate, which she climbed out of with an unsteady posture. She was covered in sweat and her eyes were glassy. “Dear Gods, what sort of malady is this?”

“The best kind,” she whispered to herself, thankful that the aroma of spices had covered up the intense fragrance of her arousal. She wandered off as the dwarf asked if she needed any more help, which she waved off with a glistening hand. The vibrations had returned to a gentle hum, which meant Halsin had either stopped pursuing her or the strangling contractions of her second climax had somehow broken the toy.

Her cries had broken something, though it had been Halsin’s concentration on his wild shape. He’d managed to tumble onto a roof top before shifting back to his humanoid form, leaving him breathless and sweating on his back. His cock was aching painfully now, his leather trousers barely able to contain the thick swell of his erection. His laces groaned, so he loosened them to relieve the pressure on his stiff member. It managed to spill out, more red and engorged than he’d ever seen it before. His knot had grown even thicker, larger than his heavily swollen balls. He would be lucky to get it inside her. He was forced to stroke himself for a few minutes, milking out a copious amount of pre-cum onto his already slick shaft.

“Thiramen….salen clarael…souraes…” He moaned her secret Elven names, picturing her writhing body in his mind. He could smell her all the way up here, her musk and sweat mixed with the trace of the heady spices that she’d been riding next to. She was his beloved, his heart rose, his divine prey, and he was going to feast on every inch of her. He stroked himself just enough that he could concentrate on another wild shape and then returned to his hunt.

Tav had wandered into a tavern in a post-climax haze, ordering and downing an enormous mug of ale in just a few gulps. She was tempted to rent out a room and collapse onto the bed, but waded back out into the streets after ordering a length of hard sausage to nibble on. She’d slipped into the privy beforehand, pulling off her dress and using it to dab away the sweat and slick that coated her body. Her panties were beyond saving, but she was forced to keep them on to ensure the toy stayed in place. It still hummed steadily, never letting her stray far from arousal. She pickpocketed someone on the way back to cover her tab and then made a swift exit.

She gnawed on her sausage as she slowly tread over Wyrm’s Crossing, nearly nude under her cloak. The protein gave her some much needed pep as she hoped to at least get to the scrubby woods that surrounded Rivington. It was a familiar place, where he’d first hunted and stayed tied to her for hours, his knot continuously squeezed as he stimulated her over and over. She fully expected something of the sort, her mouth beginning to suck and lick the sausage she was gnawing on. She played with her breasts under her cloak, feeling the hum of her toy growing slowly. He was gaining on her again and she couldn’t wait to put her mouth around something thicker.

Halsin had shifted into a crow briefly to get down from the roof and then changed into a wolf, far enough outside the main city that people would simply move out of his way and not alert the guard. Some stopped and gawked at the enormous black wolf, fur shimmering in the golden dusk light. “Gods, I hope that is a druid,” people murmured and pressed themselves against walls as he neared Wyrm’s Crossing. He paused at the tavern Tav had stopped in, snuffing the air and smelling meat mixed with her saliva. He licked his lips, glad that she’d taken some much needed nourishment. He continued on, crossing the bridge and heading towards the woods outside Rivingtion where he knew she would be waiting for him.

She’d barely made it to the tree line before her legs had given out, the hive thrumming inside her once again. She unfastened her cloak, leaving it on the ground with her dress and crawled further into the woods and away from the road. “Oh Gods….fuck…” she whimpered loudly as her hands and knees crunched against the layer of autumn leaves under her. She finally sunk to her forearms, unable to continue on and summoned a Mage Hand to rip off her ruined panties. She sat crouched, her ass held high in the air, whimpering lowly as her fingers clawed into the ground. Her cunt ached, ready to be filled with something more substantial.

Halsin followed her scent and quiet whimpers, finding her clothes near the edge of the wood, soaked in her sweat and arousal. It was enough to beckon his cock from its sheath again, the slight breeze tickling against it. He shed his own clothes and cast Air Walk on himself so he could approach her silently. He soon spotted her further in the woods, writhing and squealing loudly as the vibrations reached their peak. Her cunt was bright red and leaking nectar into a thick puddle under her, begging to be bred.

He didn’t even have time to shift completely from his wild shape, bounding silently towards her, and immediately lapping up her honey with his tongue. She let out a surprised moan, not hearing him approach. He pulled the toy out and mounted her with one swift motion, a cascade of honey arcing across his stomach as he entered her. She let out a loud cry as his thick cock spread her wide, gratefully taking every inch of him after such a long tease.

She yapped and squealed like his prized bitch as he pounded her, biting gently into the back of her neck. “Souraes…..souraes,” he growled between his teeth, feeling even his bulbous knot slip inside her slender, but hungry slit.

She let out a guttural, primal groan, skirting the edge of pleasure and pain as his enormous knot stuck inside her. She’d wanted this moment to last longer, but her muscles clenched instantly around him, tying them together as she came in a dizzying wave of pleasure. Her entire body collapsed and was only held up by his knot and mouth around her nape. He eased her down gently, still pumping his hips against her slowly, not yet spent. “I’m sorry, my bear,” she panted loudly as he lay her prone against the crackling leaves. “I couldn’t hold out any longer.”

“Uhhhnnn…it is alright….huffff…my love…this feels…divine,” he circled his hips with as much movement as he could while tied inside her.

He held as much of his weight on his arms as he could, but still sunk her deep into the cool layer of ruby and gold leaves. They crackled softly as he continued to pump inside her, his grunts and heavy breaths adding a little rhythm to the quiet, dusk-lit wood. She began to sing a low, breathy song in Elven about the making of the first werefey.

She matched the rhythm of his hips and grunts, pausing only when she climaxed. Her buzzing hive had ended up on the ground underneath her, still humming against the earth and tickling her pearl. She lost count of how many times she came as he humped her, finally spilling inside her from near exhaustion.

“I didn’t want to stop,” he let out a happy, relieved sigh. He nuzzled against the dark bite mark on the back of her neck, shifting completely to his humanoid form.

“I wouldn’t have objected if you hadn’t…but…ummmhhhhhfffff,” she squeezed against him one last time, the hive still buzzing underneath her. “I don’t know if I can physically come any more without going unconscious,” she giggled, feeling another warm spurt of his cum inside her. “Can you turn it off?”

“I left the stone in my pocket at the edge of the woods with all of your clothes,” he smiled, kissing her shoulder and gently rolling them to one side, leaves stuck against their bodies. The bee flitted loudly against the dry leaves, making them both giggle. “I suppose we could slowly crawl back over there,” he picked up the buzzing toy, leaves clinging to its sticky surface as well.

“Mmmmm, allow me,” she nestled closer against his back and summoned another Mage Hand, sending it to drag their clothes back to them.

He reached into the pocket of his robe, finally quieting his wonderful gift as she covered them both with her cloak. They would be here well past night fall and settled in as comfortably as they could. Halsin conjured a bed of soft clover under them to keep her a little warmer.

#halsin #halsin smut #halsin silverbough #Halsin x Tav

[thenightwolf51]

A detail from the first Trolls movie that always kinda confused me was the fact that Chef was gonna feed Poppy to Gristle.

Poppy is King Peppy's heir, shes the future queen. You'd think that would make her off limits. She needs to survive to be crowned and eventually continue the royal line. The bergens are a monarchy themselves so they understand this importance and the trolls are their livestock so they would have to put some focus on maintaining genetics and keeping the trolls at a somewhat stable quality of life, that includes the social dynamics of the tribe. At least as much as we would keep track of the Queen bee in a hive, the biggest bull in a herd, or the fastest horse in the derby.

But now with Band Together it makes more sence.

Viva is older than Poppy, which means that she would likely have been assumed to be the future queen. As far as the bergens are concerned King Peppy already had his "heir and a spare". Poppy was just the spare.

With that in mind, i wonder if it was a tradition for bergen royalty to be fed a royal troll for their first trollstice. "Every prince deserves a princess" Chef had said. Did Peppy have a sibling that was fed to Gristle's dad?

If Poppy hadn't been born, would Viva had been considered old enough for Peppy to be given to Gristle instead? She managed to lead the Puttputts when she got seperated. Or would Gristle have gotten Viva and the bergens just hoped Peppy would create a new heir?

And back to the genetics bit. Do you think they selectively bred the trolls for the best taste or effect. Like specifically choosing trolls or families with undesirable traits to cook at trollstice so that their genes die out. Is that how the average pop troll of the current generation got to be so... delusionaly cheerful.

Like i know its all played up for the movies because their pop trolls, constantly singing and dancing and eating sugary sweets. But in comparison to the other genres they just seem more exaggerated.

So how much of that happy positivity and optimistic near lack of self preservation that most pop trolls have is natural for their genre and how much is enhanced due to at least 100 years of selective breeding.

I imagine the happier a troll the more dopamine/serotonin they produce naturally so the bergens would probably take care to decrease the the amount of trolls that wernt as "potent". Which likely would have been trolls that sang and danced less, were more likely to develop anxiety or were prone to depression or going grey.

On the evolutionary side of things this would have led to the happiest and more optimistic pop trolls to be the most attractive and ideal mates even if the trolls don't relize the scientific reason behind it or consciously notice that happy trolls had a higher servival rate.

(Which kind of reminds me of that one post that said something about boybands like Brozone who made trolls happy with their music likely being "protected" in some way because bergens wanted them to continue making trolls happy)

And i do think the pop trolls were captive for at least 100 years because i doubt a whole town and castle, essentially a small kingdom can be built in one life time. Especially not one with an established monarchy and near religious holiday that has a "minister of happiness". Honestly i wanna see it as over 200 years, give them plenty of time to forget their pre-trollstice history like the existence of other tribes

This is a bit long and rambling but my world building mind really wants to hyperfixate on the details of the pop troll's captivity and what it means for them as a species and for the ways their culture might have shifted or adapted.

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls band together #queen poppy #trolls viva #king peppy #king gristle #trolls bergens #trollstice #bergen traditions #headcanons #troll culture #maybe

[msb-lair]

Dragon: Madeline - Obelisk Female

Purchased For: 20 gems Hatched On: 2022-05-17 ID: 78151472

Parentage: Fischer/Maximilien Flight: Ice

Primary: Sky Wasp Secondary: Teal Bee Tertiary: Iris Koi Eyes: Uncommon

Comments: Purchased as a mate for Maddex, who is going to get my first tide-foam gene pair.

Apparel:

Skin: Powerbeast

Sky Crystal

Marshlurker’s Drape

Voltvolley Implements

Eerie Cyan Nightshround and Grasp

Familiar: Winter Glade Lord

Progeny Testing: 

[Test] Maddex

Broods:

Nested with Maddex on 2022-11-14, 3 eggs [Clutch]

Clutched with Maddex on 2022-12-09, 3 eggs [Clutch]

Bred with Maddex on 2023-01-10, 2 eggs [Clutch]

Mated with Maddex on 2023-04-06, 1 egg [Clutch]

Joined with Maddex on 2023-07-12, 2 eggs [Clutch]

Crossed with Maddex on 2023-10-21, 3 eggs [Clutch]

#Madeline Dragon #Dragon Queen #Dragon Record #Obelisk Female #Obelisk Breed #Blue Pool #Sky #Wasp #Wasp Sky #Teal #Bee #Bee Teal #Iris #Koi #Koi Iris #Ice Flight #Uncommon #Winter Glade Lord

[r0-boat]

What if, Reader was the queen of a dying hive and two humans (Ingo and Emmet) wander into her hive?

Imagine the smut possibilities

This is actually a very interesting thought! I thought about it a lot and here's what I have to say:

Here's some head cannons my friend

Beegearstation reversed Au headcannons

(bee royal reader x human twins

Sfw/nsfw

Cw: breeding, slight Emmet bullying, but we still love him in this house, switch reader,switch twins

Sfw

You were a kind and gentle ruler to your hive, being the Survivor out of a hive that wanted to kill you so you couldn't rival their Royal. You didn't like the same for your drones. Your hive was a safe haven for drones that got abandoned or kicked out of their hive.

Because of this, your drones love you and are very protective of you. You know that in the long term, your hive would be in danger; however, you try not to think about it. You try not to let it bother you because as long as you're drones have a place to call home, that's all that matters to you. However, the drones are aware of how much the idea of the future of the hive scares you. They wish they could do something to help, but their bodies were not built to give you suitable young.

On one faithful day, the Drones scrambled around the hive; seems like the Royal had taken another one of their walks alone. That's when they found a human well, the human found them, striking silver eyes, gray hair with sharp sideburns, and a smile on his face; he gazed at you from the vegetation, his eyes widened, having never seen someone of your kind before. His eyes sparkled with curiosity. He wasn't fearful of you like most humans were. In fact, his first words to you were, and you'll never forget, "D-do you come here often?" Your future king was never one for small talk. He was constantly stumbling over his words when he had to be the one to start a conversation. Every time you bring up the fond memory, his face goes red with embarrassment—that cute smile of his twitching while his eyebrows furrowed.

you remember how frightened when you were when you saw him, because of your past, you find it very hard to trust new people, but he seemed friendly enough. You don't know why you got along with him so well maybe it's because he was always truthful with his words no matter how blunt which you appreciate from time to time. (Looking back, you wondered why Emmet liked you so much; there were plenty of humans that could suit his fancy; his older brother only huffed and replied, "That's exactly why!" ...you're not sure what he means by that)

You enjoyed Emmet's company meeting in the same spot at least once a week. You wanted the stories about his human life, your eyes lighting up with wonder when he talked about a vehicle humans use that travels super fast, making the ground Rumble in its path as it roars Its mighty call.

Ingo was introduced to you by Emmet, who was slightly sweeter and a little more upbeat, which was contrasted with his scary face.

Over time, these two became your friends, maybe, even more; you did think of them as suitable mates and Royals for your hive, but you could never spring such a responsibility on them, and... they were human.

When you showed up late, they began to worry... Do you seem weaker? Constantly out of breath, occasionally even stumbling. Swallowing down their fear of breaking your trust, they followed you back to your hive. They overheard everything, the Colony has no future, and you are overworking yourself sick!

They care about you so much, that they beg you to please let them help. They'll do anything they can!

The Kings may be human, but the drones respect them as hard workers and members of The Hive.

When the twins realized that your hive was built in an old ruined Grand Station, they flipped their lid in excitement; they even hit the jackpot, finding a rusty old handcart!

Your Depot drones start picking up on the train speak; your dear human Kings have. You find it rather cute.

Nsfw below

You are a bee hybrid Royal so you are naturally taller than your humans(if that's not what you want you can stay small) it is your choice whether you dominate them or they dominate you~.

Emmet is obsessed with the fluffier parts of your bee body. When he's on top of you he loves snuggling into the fluff while he grinds his fat cock inside you.

To your surprise, your mates, despite being human, react to the royal jelly well. There were no physical changes to their body, but they became very receptive to your pheromones. The reactions are almost animalistic since they are still sensitive to these new feelings.

They can sense how much you need them, and they'll either break down in a sobbing mess begging for you to touch or use them. Or demand and overpower you like an animal in a rut.

As you lay there begging for him to breed you. Telling him that he'll make a strong brood. Ingo is slowly turning to the monster fucker dark side, and Emmet is there to accept his brother with open arms.

The twins Wonder if the pollen works on their drones; they wonder if the same pollen will work on you. Spoiler alert, it does. You practically pounce on them, riding/milking them until they're on the verge of passing out. They see white as they shoot blanks, but it's not enough for you.

Meanwhile, the bee smoke makes you so cute, and Dopey, your little Giggles as you rub against them like a kitten, your head delicately bonking against their shoulder begging for attention. Your eyes roll back, drool dripping down your chin, letting out cute little whines because you can't take their big cocks while your mind is clouded with smoke.

You're sweet honey-coated saliva makes them so sensitive to the touch Emmet begs for his majesty to touch him. You purr a 'No' liking the sight before you; Emmet tied to the bed cock aching for your touch, his legs quivering and shaking, trying not to hump the air in Desperation for any kind of relief.

#smut #beegearstation #submas smut #pokemon ingo smut #emmet smut #pokemon x reader smut #subway boss ingo #pokemon subway bosses #subway boss emmet #pokemon submas #pokemon ingo #emmet x reader #ingo x reader

[deltoravivisection]

OH MY GOD I NEVER ACTUALLY POSTED MY QUEEN BEE DESIGN. This one is definitely not book-accurate but like... sorry. The book design is boring to me 😅 The thing on her head here is one of those medieval-style beekeeper masks. (She uses it like a sunhat when her hood is down.) Her cloak is lined with slabs of honeycomb and functions as a giant artificial hive. I really wish she was more expanded on in canon, so I rewrote her slightly and gave her a more comprehensive backstory. The long and short of it is that she was (what would in modern terms be called) an animal psychologist with a specialty in entomology before she founded her orchard. I imagine she was the bug-lover equivalent of Doran -- but not as widely published. She gave up adventuring when she had her kids and shifted focus to the selective breeding of bees and plants to bring out their arcane properties. I imagine the trees in her grove are a special type in the same order as the lilies of life, hence their invigorating and healing properties. This will probably not be all that touched-on tbh but I think "ex-adventurer turned mad scientist" is a cool backdrop for her whole deal.

#deltora quest #deltora vivisection #character art #I think I'm gonna change her hair texture to something more coily when I do the finished art btw but I don't really feel like #rendering that in the sketch. #also I should draw her in normal clothes at some point. these are just work clothes she would probably dress a lot more professionally

[ayasuki]

2nd Bakugou x Reader Fanfic Recs!

> • 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕

Title: “ No Title ” by bakugous-sandbag on tumblr

A/B/O, (O) Bakugo x (A) Reader

Genre: nsfw & smut, gn?reader

Title: “ Late Night ” by simpliheavenli on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Short Dad!Baku x Pregnant Reader thingy, fluff & sfw

Title: “ No Title ” by aikugo on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Prince!Bakugo x Maid!GN!reader, angst to comfort

Summary: The barbaric and infamous prince has returned victorious from war, and as the only maid he ever lets get near him, you’re the one who gets to tend to him now that he’s back home.

Title: “ Moonlit Madness ” by kasukikitten on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Werewolf!Bakugo x Fem!Reader NON CON, prey predator stalking, and NSFW

Summary: Hunger forces you to leave the comfort of your apartment just before rain in hopes to find something that will satisfy you but you'll soon find out that hunger comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Quickly at that as an ancient beast stalks you for part of the night hoping to satiate what you've awakened in him.

Title: “ Liquid Courage ” by her-words-her-stories on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Bakugou Katsuki x Female, Mild Smut, Angst, Alcohol

Summary: Your a pro hero who’s been working her ass off to be in the top picks. To maintain that, you train at a Hero’s Only Training Ground to hone your Quirk alongside mentor Aizawa who’s bees helping you ever since you graduated high and college, but you’ve become a bit distracted by the most unlikely person to your friends… and of course, you drunk text him.

Title: “ Cheat ” by oh-katsuki on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Bakugo x Fem!Reader ft. Bakucamie, Cheating, breeding, creampie, exhibitionism, praise, dubcon (alcohol), drugs (alcohol), slight size kink, multiple orgasms, angst for Camie, heartbreak for Camie, reader breaks Camie and Bakugou up, comparison to another person during sex, reader is kinda a pos oops. 

Summary: Bakugou is a regular at the upscale restaurant you work at and he’s just started dating Pro-Hero Maboromacamie, but it’s not her that he wants. No, he’s infatuated with the pretty waitress and Camie suspects it.

“You were ruining her sheets with sex and she was crying about how worried she was. The power was incredible, Bakugou driving his hips further into you, moaning and grunting your name while his beautiful girlfriend slowly had her worries quelled by people who had no idea what he was up to, who he was in.”

Title: “ Baby Explosion Murder ” by hxwks-gf on tumblr

Genre/Warning: Bakugo x GN?Reader, kids, fluff & sfw.

Summary: Bakugo gets hit with a de-aging quirk and it’s up to you to take care of him until it wears off.

Title: “ No Title ” by bluefuckboy on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Bakugo x Fem!Reader, Nsfw, Smut, Pecs..., Kinks

Title: “ No Title ” by x-chubby-reader

Genre/Warnings: Toddler!Bakugo x PlusSized!Reader, Kids, Fluff, Sfw

Summary: Baku gets hit by a quirk which makes him a toddler.

Title: “ Ass, Tits, Or Thighs ” by weluvsosa on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Bakugo x Reader, Nsfw, Mentions of sex.

Title: “ All His Attention ” by gglitch1dd on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Yandere!Bully!Bakugou x Fem!Reader,. Reader is Best Friends with Izuzu, and sfw.

Summary: Bully Bakugou is obsessed with you no matter how little interest you show in him, but is in for the shock of his life at the sports festival when you reveal you aren't as passive as you seem.

Title: “ You, My Queen ” by gglitch1dd on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Barbarian!King!Bakugo x Queen!Wife!GN!Reader, Bakubottom (Reader Is top), teasing, slight nsfw

Summary: Barbarian Warrior Bakugou who comes back from a war with the Todorokis to his darling amazing little wife who's been keeping the clan safe and everything in order. He absolutely adores her and can not think of anyone better at being his Chieftess. He is literally a big baby for her and can't live without her praise and reassurance that he is the best man in the land (minus his manly dragon of course, who adores you too)

Title: “ Conquered ” by bluefuckboy on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Minotaur!Bakugo x Fem!Reader, nsfw, smut, monster fucking, non con, breeding(ish), creampie.

Title: “ When they read self-insert fanfictions of themselves ” by bukojuiice on tumblr

Genre/Warnings: Katsuki x Gn!Reader, sfw, fluff?

#omega katsuki x reader #katsuki fanfic #katsuki fanfic recs #bakugo fluff #bakugo smut #katsuki smut #katsuki fluff #katsuki x reader #barbarian katsuki x reader #barbarian bakugo x reader #katsuki x y/n #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo fanfic recs #bakugo katsuki x you #bakugo x reader fanfic rec #katsuki x fem!reader #bakugo x gn reader #bakugo x gender neutral reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki fluff

[wisehearts]

omega!will + alpha!mike thoughts??

<3

owowowoo okay first of all I'm not fantastic with this au because I actually never touched it in fandoms until byler? Idk what it is about them that did it for me but from the things I have embraced about it, and figured out I like, some thoughts for you:

scenting!!!!! I think they love just nuzzling each other, spending quiet times just brushing over the sensitive glands... but o!will just loves the smell of mike in general he will burrow himself all up and around mike's body

o!will should not get so wet when a!mike holds eye contact while scenting clothes for him, but he does, and mike loves inhaling the air between them and realizing it's happened

o!will is a size queen I don't make the rules. he's fucking drunk for his alpha not just because of the size of his heart but because of the size of his knot 😌🫶

on that note o!will hates when mike's away and his heat comes early because toys just aren't satisfying and he's inconsolable, a!mike literally can't handle being away for it and everybody makes way for him to get back to his omega and make it all better

a!mike's instincts *bites hand* I just love the thought of him being different and a sweetheart gentleman of an alpha, more romantic, but ultimately unable to control how primal he gets during his rut, lucky for him will gets delirious with pleasure about it

Idk I just love the thought mike had to hold back when he first presented because he was just overwhelmed by will's scent, because he's meant to prioritize will but oh right now he can't help it (he could be a bee to a blossom, come home.....)

likewise a!mike has always loved will's cheeky nature, how he challenges mike, but the way will becomes so needy and so irresistible as an omega is addicting to mike, he falls in love with yet another side of will. now when his best friend rolls his eyes and gets snarky he gets bred about it

o!will can get so slick (during what I assume is like pre heat? or actual heat? Is that how it might work?) and I'm thinking it's more like a biological thing he could get shy about, but mike loves it. the fact he can stick his fingers between will's thighs when he's wearing shorts or briefs and have something to taste

like I said in my post the other day o!will can get railed within an inch of his life and a!mike will still lay his head on his marked up, overstimulated omega's chest and melt over his hair being stroked and feeling praised for making will fall apart so good

all wills are sleepy angels, so I think o!will would love his nesting times and makes the most comfortable nests. I just can't decide between everybody happily giving will what he requests, and him feeling so safe with the scents of his loved ones OR a!mike literally scenting the entire nest as soon as he gets on it because he's will's alpha, he doesn't want to smell anybody else here, and will feels so happy and calm being surrounded by mike in every way (maybe he even did it on purpose just to see mike get possessive)

a!mike gets surprisingly emotional the first time o!will asks if they can mate in his nest, it's so personal and mike feels so at home. and he should feel bad thinking that because this is will's space. but mike is a ball of eager yesyesyesyes just wanting to make everything perfect for will because his omega makes everything perfect for him

This post wouldn't be complete without mike having a breeding kink. and what mike better to have one than alpha mike? he wants to knot and breed and knock up that omega... he's usually good at keeping his possessiveness in check but the thought of will having a swollen tummy to remind other alphas he's mike's? he wants it.

if it's a/b/o with pregnancy ooh man... o!will is the most glowing gorgeous thing in the world. he's so happy to be full and bred. a!mike is intensely more protective and doting, he's actually the best partner an omega could ask for. he also will not stop sucking o!will's full tits 🫶🫶🫶

Okay so I apparently did have thoughts

#asks 🔮 #spicy byler #omegaverse au