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shuckinbeanz · 1 year

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Three's a Charm

warnings/notes: NSFW, spoilers about one of the endings, spoilers about Sym's full name and species, spoilers about dys, dys is an embo it's a new word I made up for the emo himbo, just started finkin bout Dys n triplets with reader so here's some hcs and snippets. this turned into an very long simp-fest somewhere along lmao so lots of very kinky snu-snu, bits about Sym being a GodGardenfather included bc he loves kids, and tidbits ab Dys being a dad :3

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-first things first it took a bit of convincing

-he was wary at first bc of his mom and how would he be a good dad, out for months at a time????

-but like at the same time, he understood, ya'know??? sweet lil u, always as touch starved as he is when he returns to the colony, he always feels so bad when he leaves you behind, and believe me when I say he tried to stay. it did not go well at all, he was literally teetering overhead a mental meltdown so you had to kick him out for his own mental health.

-bbs that smell like him and resemble him would soothe you and his worry about leaving you without a piece of him 🥰

-everybody thought y'all would be one of the first parents and making more after you made that deal with the gardeners, because of how clingy of a couple you two were, literally joined by your hands and how much time you two spent alone together

-y'all lmfao I don't think you know bc of his chronic wanderlust and how he's away months at a time, but my man has high libido and saying that is a literal understatement

-he is obsessed with you, like borderline yandere but even that's pushing it

-he melts under your touch, he's so dependent on your love

-majority of the time this escalates from cuddling to mating like animals bc like I said, high libido

-when he returns from expeditions, expect to be fucked out, every night until dawn, for a freaking week at least istg 😩

- ^^^ this is why you both got contraceptive implants, like the best ones which can be removed at any time

-he can't get enough, especially if you cling to him during sex like your life depended on him. his heart, his soul, his brain, his body, everything is on overdrive bc he so badly wants to love and be loved back with every fiber of his being, only way he knows how is fucking your brains out pls 😭😭

-man is very handsy behind closed doors, always touching and groping you like it's the very first time, and if you were the same? if he could, he'd have hearts in his eyes

-he likely knows your body better than he knows his, so expect him to tenderly overwhelm you into squirting

-first time he made you squirt, he made it his mission to go above and beyond

-praise kink go brrr--

"Thaaaat's it, beautiful. F-Fuckin'-oh, hahh--squirt f'me, pretty baby, please?"

"Sh-Show me, sugarbug. Please, baby, show me--ooh, h-how good I make you feel."

-due to his augmentation, he's literally not afraid of anything, even pain

-so fucking overstimulate him

-he lives for your touch, so have your way with him milk him dry, it's all the same to him, long as you touch him, he's so hungry for your attention to the point of self destruction

-he's a cheeky bastard so you gotta work for it at first

-you never thought a man could squirt until you gave in and gave him what he wanted so desperately

"Fucking--just touch me, already, I can take it, oh stars--you know I can, Y/N, please!"

" 'til 'm shootin' blanks, fuckin' stars, s-s'good!"

-his tears are God tier, like chef's kiss gorgeous

-pretty onyx hues glassy n rolling to the back of his head 🥺

-you were genuinely surprised how intense his orgasm was, n how much cum came squirtin out of him and how far the shot went omg 🥵

-don't remind him, he's still embarrassed that he passed out after that poor bb😭

-any position you can think of, you are you and he wants you for as long as possible.

-despite his initial weariness of knocking you up, he goes full throttle when it's time. it's breeding season, honey.

-when you tell him, 'daddy, plant your seed~' when he's balls deep in your cunt, all train of thought comes to a crashing wailing halt. he completely loses all rhyme or reason, everything except for breeding like a goddamn jack rabbit thrown right out the fucking window. he won't let you go until it takes.

Curses pass his lips like a mantra; he's close, again. He has you caged down in a mating press like an animal, mounted on your overworked wriggling form, his cock bullying your cervix you could almost swear was starting to bruise. You've creamed and been creamed so many times, you've completely lost count. You can only squeal for his baby juice and claw at him the nth time he empties his load and uselessly kick your legs in the air as the sheer weight of his cock sends you over the edge yet again, your cock-drunk babbles only spurring him on.

Your husband was obsessed with you…and it turns out he's hidden a huge breeding kink without either of you knowing about it.

He won't let you go, oh stars, no-he has stamina for days. Not until he either starts shootin' blanks, or passes out. It's highly likely the latter.

You want that baby, right, sugarbug? Keep clinging to him like your life depends on it. Vertumna, just keep begging for his seed, it sends him over the edge every damn time. Never fuckin' fails.

-and oh boy, does it ever take. his sperm count is on the high side and he's a very healthy specimen, and you don't find this out until a few weeks along in your pregnancy

Symbiosis was incredibly taken by your pregnancy. He was a very close friend, always there to help you with your morning sickness among just about every other thing, and a huge cuddle buddy when your hormones started going out of whack. You were hot, then you were cold, both in the physical and emotional sense, and Sym was just the right temperature and ever-patient. It was cute, really, how awestruck he was by your growing belly.

He was incredibly supportive, easily sliding into the position of God-or Gardenfather, rather-of the life inside you quite perfectly, even more so after Dysthymia left a month after the news of success, succumbing to his innate wanderlust.

It wasn't until Sym asked, one day, if you were supposed to grow this fast. The colony had yet to see a pair of twins, and this being your first pregnancy, fear and worry for the worst settled into your bones, and a visit to med bay later, you found you were having not twins…

But healthy triplets, courtesy of your husband's fecundity.

Sym was excited, and that was an understatement. One of the two humans he loved dearly carried not one, not two, but three precious offspring. One of the many reasons he'd put his very existence on the line for, to see your lovely species proliferate. You and your husband proved not so long ago to him, his trust in you was not mistaken; it was well appreciated.

It was about one week later when Dys returned, to see you as heavy as he remembers Tammy, when she was later along, and if he didn't lose track of time, you were nearing the end of your first trimester, and just moving onto your second.

You were curled up right beside Sym, completely conked out with evidence of crying on your face, tissues and snacks long abandoned in favor of much needed sleep. The alien was wide awake, hand still in the rhythm of comforting strokes along your back.

It's juvenile of him, he knows, but Dys feels a spark of jealousy briefly ignite in him, seeing you so comfortable in someone else's arms. It's quickly overridden by wonder, however, when he sees just how pregnant you are as he approaches quietly.

The familiar earthy musk that wafts into the room has your nose doing a bunny twitch. Your pregnancy has heightened some of your senses, if not all; your sense of smell being one of them. In your waking moments, he glances to Sym questioningly. How in Vertumna did you get this big? Was he gone that long??

In turn, the Gardener gave a cryptic smile as you outstretched your arm, drowsily latching onto your husband, almost instinctively. You knew his scent by heart. "Dyyyyys…" you croaked hoarsely.

"Hello, beautiful." he greets you with a smile, and you only hum contentedly. Sym, out of habit, helps guide your form towards Dys-something he'd picked up from being by your side from the moment he learned you were carrying.

"Whoa, there, I just got home." he starts as you awkwardly koala hug him and attempt to bring him back down with you, "I need to shower, babe." propping himself up, mindful of your belly. You scrunch your face before sleepily crooning an "I don't caaaare…"

"Well, I do. It'll give you a moment to wake up, and when I'm done, I can tell you what happened out there after you tell me what happened here, okay?" he tells you, leaning down to plant a sweet kiss on you, which you return after a brief few moments.

"Okay?" he repeats softly against your lips, and you hum in reply, finally letting him go with a soft, happy "Welcome home."

-when he learns he planted triplets in you, he will go through so many emotions at once. there's the masculine thrill of he's knocked up his sweet obsession so heavily and the possessive pride that you're carrying his kids, plus the worry what if something goes wrong, especially if he's away??? stars, beautiful! everything is very overwhelming, especially the fact your growing tummy does things to him

-you thought he was handsy before? you are in for a surprise, especially when he feels them move/kick/punch for the first time

-pregnancy sex

-please for the love of Vertumna don't deprive him of lovin'! getting you off is his love language

-if he wasn't fascinated with your tits before oh boy he is now

-watching your tits plump up with milk he's mesmerized

-he learns very quickly your nipples are uber sensitive so he pays very special attention to them

-when you're full and sore and leaking go to him, he's so skilled with his hands he will make you cum from your tits alone he's got a lactation kink but he won't admit it

Your chest heaves as you pant heavily, still shivering from the aftershocks from the nipple orgasms your husband put you through, thick dribbles of milk still oozing from each one-though not as much as before, his hands having given you relief from carrying too much of the substance.

"You're so gorgeous, Y/N." you hear him praise you, as he takes your trembling legs and hoists them onto one shoulder. "Ready, beautiful? Need to give you some love here, too." he says, and a moment later you feel his heavy cock head against your pulsing entrance.

You weakly wiggle your hips, impatient for him to fill you up already. He laughs softly, nudging against your eager hole before sliding in. You croon and he all but shudders as your gummy insides greedily pull him in; and he's happy to oblige, sinking balls deep into your pregnant cunt.

"Hhh--fuck, gimme a moment, pretty…" he huffs, his hand traveling to caress your tummy.

-he's low-key dreading the time you pop, knowing full well how it is it's excruciating and he hates it when you're in pain outside controlled bedroom activities

-as you're carrying the colony's first set of triplets, he's banned from med bay along with all other non-medical personal

-anxiety

-and that's an understatement

-man will pace

-and he will get worse with every cry and wail

-paranoia

-not even Sym can stop him when he hears the sound of your final exhausted scream followed by his third bb starting to wail with their older siblins ssob 🥺

"Let me through!" he shouts. "Dys, I don't think it's wise, man. I know how you--" "No! You don't, so don't even--" he argues with Cal defensively, grabbing his shirt. In turn, Cal's hands fly up peaceably, with a sheepish 'Now, I ain't trying to fight, dude.' which earns him a shove. "Dys, they will be okay." Sym tries to placate him.

"Don't you start, too, Sym." he meets the alien with uncharacteristic sharpness, a surge of agitation rushing through him, heart thrumming against his ribcage anxiously.

Never again. You sounded like you were in agony.

"They need me, they just gave birth to my kids, for Vertumna's sake!" he swears, pushing his way through.

No more kids, even if you wanted them. If the outcome hurts you, never again.

He was worried half to death. "I need to see if they're oh--" he opens the door, trailing off as he sees you.

Your tired, puffy red eyes lift from the triplets, one in each arm and one dozing off on your chest. You smile sweetly at him, and his pattering heart skips a beat. Calling you beautiful would be an understatement.

Before he knows it, he's by your side, Tammy's giggles and Instance's muttering be damned. He does offer a glance to his twin. Tang simply shrugs her shoulders, nodding to you and the three you held.

The room is then emptied, leaving only him, you, and the amalgamation of your love. He kisses your sweaty temple, gazing in awe at the three wrinkly little wonders. They were smaller than he thought they'd be.

You eventually rest your eyes, smiling serenely, content with the silence. So small and fragile…he was almost afraid to touch them. Almost, but for the most part, uneasy and insecure.

He couldn't get his eyes off of them. One begins to squirm for a brief few moments, and you huff softly, looking up to him then down to the newborns, so much love in your gaze.

Very hesitantly, he reaches out a finger to the fitful one, the other two sound asleep. The newborn latches onto his finger, turns their head with a soft grunt, and opens their eyes.

Their sweet hues were crossed, and the toothless grin that plasters into their face? It's priceless. He feels a hole in him fill right up, and tears begin to form.

What did he do to deserve such precious things?

You've given him the greatest gifts he could ever receive, and then some.

-after he officially enters fatherhood, you will notice things change in him.

-it's gradual and these changes start off small, but they are there

-and the first one is he smiles more

-he's smitten with his triplets, always distracting himself with them when you need to sleep.

-he's in over his head at first, but with Sym's guidance from being a nanny for gaggles of kids, he soon learns the ropes

It's only been a few minutes since he's managed to put them to sleep, and he himself was especially tired. He can't help but continue watching the three infants resting on his arm, the heaviness of exhaustion becoming all the more apparent as his eyes burn for sleep.

Sleep.

It's only been a few months since the trio was born, but he's come to realize many things.

Each one of them, in their own ways, filled in the cracks that had formed within him throughout his life.

They, alongside you, made him feel more human.

The moment he saw you on the medical bed holding them, he knew he was enough, just as he was. The colony wasn't a cage, but a nest-a safe place for him you've kept throughout the years, always welcoming him back with open loving arms.

The wall he built, taller and taller; it doesn't crumble into nothing. He's free to come and go, at any point. He simply chooses to stay longer. You needed him. The triplets needed him.

The four of you always brought new discoveries, and he was eager to explore the family dynamic.

The oldest grunts just as he's about to doze off, and he flicks on his holopalm to record from habit, onyx hues wide and wakeful, now. A few moments pass, followed by the slow stretch of tiny limbs, and…

'Da…' a soft, but unmistakable word sounds. Pure joy blooms from his heart, his free hand flying to cover his mouth. He stares at the blip that was recording him and the trio, eyes becoming damp. He slides his hand down, and whispers;

"Did you hear that, beautiful? C/N's first word…they're dreamin', baby."

-he is always prepared to document their milestones, no matter how small when he's in the colony

-know how kids usually scream for the parent who was pregnant with them?

-well

-these three scream for Daddy when they throw fits.

-it's like they have a built-in 'Dad's home!' radar, too. and this means most of their tantrums are thrown when it's time for Dys to come home. they're MENACES istg 😭

"NOOOO!!!" the most powerful set of lungs of the trio wails indignantly, Sym's placating voice drowned out into the background, the other two sobbing for their father, huddled up against their triplet.

This builds up for a few days, and they eventually break out of the creche and scamper off to the gates, demanding their dad like the people there can make him come home sooner. Once in a blue moon, he's late, and it takes a lot of work on his part to calm them down.

This usually leads to an exhausted Dysthymia completely conked out with three equally as tired kids cradled by him. And this will happen anywhere in the colony, so you always find yourself guarding their precious nap. They don't get to see each other for months at a time, after all. 🥺

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zyrafowe-sny · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

29, but 12 of them are drabbles/drabble sequences based on Whumptober/Angstober prompts

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

41,643

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly The Owl House and Nimona, but I've also posted I Was a Teenage Exo-Colonist and have WIPs/plot bunnies for other fandoms

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Dear Bat Queen is still beating out Blood Brother, but I wouldn't be surprised if their positions flip. like a bolt out of the blue is a far third, then World's Best Turkey Carver, then arm-upgrading is a love language.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try hard to respond to every comment since I enjoy the community aspect of fanfic. However, there are a few comments that I haven't replied to yet, mostly because I wanted to give a thoughtful response but wasn't in the right headspace for it.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

My Whumptober/Angstober drabbles are pretty angst heavy, as are many of my other drabbles/ficlets.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

arm-upgrading is a love language is almost entirely domestic fluff. World's Best Turkey Carver has more twists before a happy resolution.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not currently. I haven't entirely ruled it out, but I've mostly written genfic.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope. I've gotten inspiration from other media, but nothing that counts as a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Hrm. Elizabeth Bennett and Fitzwilliam Darcy are old friends, though Anne Elliott and Frederick Wentworth give them a run for their money. Alanna the Lioness and George Cooper were also a formative couple in my early teens.

(My TOH fics are mostly-gen even if they nod at ships, my IWATEC fic does strongly imply Sol/Dys, and I am writing Goldenheart in some Nimona WIPs.)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I still have hope for my favorite WIPs!

I need to pick up my TOH grief Christmas fic again if it's ever going to be written.

My Palistrom & Promises series has been on an extremely long hiatus because I am (still) having trouble deciding how much of FTF and WAD I want to keep and how much I will ignore (this may also involve rejiggering the WIP that's furthest along).

I am not sure I can fully execute my phantom limb pain WIP to match my vision, but I think I can salvage at least a shorter fic from it and I am regularly plugging away at it with the help of WIP Wednesday asks.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I can occasionally write punchy 100 word drabbles. I like to think I also do a decent job at character studies. Dialogue is fun to write, but I am less sure that I am good at it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

description, action, real plot, anything longform

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done a tiny bit of it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Umm... probably Star Wars? It was mostly snippets of dialogue handwritten in journals.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Oooph. I'm going to show Intervention some extra love - I didn't realize how much of my soul I poured into that one until after I started reading comments.

#thanks for the tag!#sometimes I write #my fanfic

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