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mikeeel · 11 months

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sleepless pt.1

type: imagine pairings: heeseung x jake x fem!reader dom!f, switch!heeseung, sub!jake, bi!heeseung, bi!jake, bi!f, experienced!f+hee, virgin!jake, fwb!au, uni!au

warnings: threesome, voyeurism, use of; “pup”, “good boy”, “slut”, “whore”, grinding, unprotected sex, (i don't think anything else) btdubs this is all consensual!!

a/n; bruah this is my first posted imagine bit nervous nobody will see this probably but dew it ya ... i'd love feedback <3 this is straight up nsfw obviously

iMAGiNE:

you weren’t sure how it got to this, it just happened. one day, you had a bad day, went to a party and ended up moaning your heart out for the guy in your english lit class. you don’t mind it, of course. you weren’t looking for anything serious, just someone to mess around with, convienientally, he was too. you agreed to a friends w/ benefits and got caught up in each other’s heat often. it was 2am, crack of night when you get a message from heeseung. “u up?” showing up as a notification with a ping. you smirked, and replied with a non-chalant; “yeah” you were certainly excited, you knew what was coming next after this. scurrying through your lingerie drawer, you pick one you’d bought recently for heeseung. you knew he was a little stressed with uni and you thought it would be a nice surprise. you do a quick winged eyeliner and put on your fishnets, praying they get ripped tonight. as you finish your thought, your phone goes off with another ping. you get up out of your seat, throw on some sweatpants and a hoodie heeseung gave you while you pick up your phone. “you down?”

you smirk again, grab your keys and lock the door while you silently pass through, trying not to wake your roomie. you walk out the door and quickly jog down the stairs to heeseung’s dorm room. you exit out the building to knock on the window and flash a teethy smile to the beauty opening the window. heeseung grabs your hand and helps you climb through. he hushes you as you walk to his bed. you notice his roommate, jake, still fast asleep. his naked back to you and messy hair upon the pillow. “won’t we wake up jake?” you ask while creaking your head towards jake. “no, if you keep quiet love,” heeseung whispers in your ear as he leads you to his bed. you smile lightly and push him onto the bed while seductively kissing his neck. fluttering his collarbones with your lip love and your slim hands tugging at his jersey, asking for permission to take it off. he lets you as you slide his jersey over his head, you go crazy everytime seeing heeseung without a top. his impeccable pecs, his smooth abs and his visible v-line makes you want to ruin him time and time again. you lick a streak from his v-line to his neck, sucking along your favourite parts. he moans lowly and breathy just how you like it. “y/n..” he breathes while rocking his head backwards, his hands wandering to your hips, begging you to let him take off the restrictions of pure aesthetical bliss to his eyes, your body. “not yet, sweetheart, a little longer.” you whisper upon his lips, practically begging you to make them red. you kiss him slow and hard, your tongue slipping past his lips, teeth clashing as he grunts and thrusts upwards. you moan at the contact of him and bite his lips which makes him moan once again. you let go of his cupid bow lips and put your finger on his chin, making him look down from his rocked-back head. you grab his hands, veins popping and slight sweat on his palms which makes you rock back and moan softly at the thought of this hands choking you and making you beg for more. you put them onto his hoodie which smelt like him and made him lift it. your stomach could be seen underneath your ivory lingerie, patterns like flowers and lace all around, a corset almost hugging your waist with your breast hanging, nipples hardened by the breeze of the wind as they are freed from the hoodie. your collarbones clearly visible and your tattoos above your pairs of flesh which read “yours”. heeseung clenched his eyes as they rolled back into his head, you could feel him hard beneath you, asking for you to relieve him. you then lead his hands to your waistband and made him lower it to a pair of matching underwear, barely covering your sopping cunt and your fishnets underneath. heeseung sat up and looked you dead in the eyes. “you don’t know what you do to me baby, fuck. you look perfect, all this for me?” he asks, with desperation and want in his intention. you caress his face and look at him. “i’m all for you.” you say while looking at him with dark eyes. dragging your thumb against his bottom lip, he begins to grind beneath you, his large hands bringing your hips towards him. moaning softly in your ear as you play with his hair. grinding against each other slowly, saying sweet things, praising the other.

little did you know, you had a listener.

jake was awaken by you just coming in. he wanted to go back to sleep but all he could imagine was you and heeseung on top of him, touching him, making him squirm. he’s only thought of heeseung like this recently after seeing him come out the shower, heat pulsating off him and beads of sweat battling to see which one gets to his manhood first. jake couldn’t help but stare, heeseung looked especially crafted by god. but then, he saw you. you weren’t an average sexy, you had an energy which would make anyone fall to their knees. the way dresses hugged your lovely wide hips, and shirts tight against your chest. your smile killed many and jake was obsessed with that; so when he saw you and heeseung together it was like a wet dream come true. he couldn’t help but stare at you two making out. your slender fingers against his sharp jawline, jake wasn’t sure how long he could keep this up for and this was certainly his last straw. your demands and heeseung’s grunts, he didn’t know how long he could keep up just listening. jake knows he’s vocal when he jerks off so he tries his best to be silent. as heeseung moans out, jake bites his lip. as you praise heeseung, jake palms himself faster to relief. the pair of you, heeseung finishes first with a shaky, a bit too loud for comfort moan and you slap your hand over his mouth quickly. jake loses it and cums in his boxers, he feels wet and sticky but at least relieved now. heeseung looks at you with apologetic eyes while a muffled “i’m sorry” is heard. you sigh and giggle as you stroke his head.

“it’s all good my sweetness. i’m glad to know that i was making you feel good,” as you kiss on top of his head, face between your pair of tits. you feel a warm sensation on them. heeseung sucks and licks your breast and kisses the tattoo above them. “y/n?” heeseung asks. “yes my lovely, oh fuck right there” you roll your head back, scratching the back of heeseung’s hair. “i need to ask you something,” his hands fondle your breasts and you grind against the thigh you’re on. “yes, yes fuck. what is it?” you moan as heeseung rolls his lips around your nipples and bites them which makes your back arch. you were so close to your orgasm but you couldn’t be bothered to interrupt heeseung. “what’s your opinion on threesomes?” you moan and shake as you ride yourself out of your orgasmic fever and take a breath in. “never had one but i’ve always wanted to. i am poly but i never quite found the perfect poly relationship. why?” you ask while playing with his hair. “you know jake?” you look up at him and smirk while he avoids eye contact. “ah, i see. do you want to invite jake to our dirty secret benefits?” you say while grabbing his face to turn to yours. “yeah. i’ve been thinking about it for a while now. are you for the idea?” he asks while looking directly in your eyes. you comically tap your chin while attempting to look in thought. “i’ve never been more down.” you both smirk and turn to jake.

jake was panicking hard, you two want to invite him to have sex with you both. no way, he didn’t believe it. as his thoughts paced, he felt a tap on his shoulder. he moved a bit while making a low “huh?” as he turns to face you. your skin glowing in the moonlight and your lingerie perfect against your body while your tits glossy and irresistible from heeseung’s work. heeseung stands beside you, his arm wrapped around your hips. hickeys all along his body, shading from pink to purple. his pink lips plump and swollen from all the lip love you’ve been giving to him. jake fights the urge to just jack off to the sight of you as you smirk at jake’s eyes travelling from you to heeseung. you break the silence. “am i eyecandy to you jake?” you chuckle. he sits up, revealing his shirtless body and you bite your lips. jake aggressively shakes his head. “no, no of course not. just wondering why you have your tits out and heeseung barely covering his own dick.” he scoffs, attempting to act nonchalant as if he didn’t cum from you and heeseung’s moans alone. heeseung scoffs to mock jake as he walks towards him. “do you not want to join in on the fun?” heeseung lowly says into jake’s ear. jake freezes as his breath hitches. you smile as you climb on top of jake and turn his head towards you. “answer us puppy. you aren’t slick, i could hear your moans from across the room.” you smirk as jake’s eyes widen and lowers his head in shamefulness. heeseung turns jake’s head towards him instead as he caresses his face.“what’s your answer? hm? got nothing to say now slut? you seemed like such a whore but i bet you love that, don’t you?” heeseung’s slim fingers tilt his head up, forcing uncomfortable but sexy eye contact. a smirk forms on heeseung’s face as jake’s poker-face begins to crumble. jake looks at them both and mentally curses himself for being so prone to sexy people like you guys but he’d instantly regret it if he said no. he prays he made the right choice. “i’ll do it.” “good boy.”

pt.2 out NOW.

#jake smut #heesung #heeseung smut #jake #enha fanfic #enha #enha smut #enha ff #heeseung ff #jake ff #mikl wrote this

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pyode-luar-ke · 2 years

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carnation | part ii | poly!yautja x reader

A/N: it’s part twwoooo!!~~~ and somebody special makes an appearance!! and you learn a lil more about her!!! if you haven’t read my fics storm season and no woman, no cry, you may be a bit out of the loop, but they really aren’t necessary to read to understand. most things are implied anyhow.

btdubs, imma just say the next part is going to be the birth scene, so that’s what coming next. just a heads up for people who may be uncomfortable with that. part four (the final) will be just some newborn shenanigans and an epilogue of sorts. stay tuned lol

summary: the visitor comes with advice.

word count: 4,696

content: 18+, smut, fem!afab!reader, polyamorous relationship (F/M/M/M/M/M), reverse harem, pregnant!reader, pregnancy, girlie talks!!, discussion of childbirth/labor, mention of death, breeding kink strikes back

← part i part iii → (out now)

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The female didn’t even introduce herself. She disembarked her ship and immediately threatened your mates.

She told Ap-tui none-too-kindly that she desired to hunt on these hunting grounds, and that she hadn’t been aware a party had already established themselves on the planet. Understandable, considering the hunting ship is cloaked, and your mates hadn’t exactly contacted the clanship to let them know where you were.

The reason being well... you.

Ap-tui and his hunting brothers, while not entirely neglecting to tell the clan matriarch and clan leader about your existence (they knew you were their oomani-di), hadn’t disclosed yet the fact you were expecting. That was a hurdle that was something of an unspoken agreement. It would be... complicated, to say the least.

The Yautja female didn’t seem to care, nor did she intend to spill secret for you and your mates. She only wished to hunt on the grounds, which Ap-tui agreed to, in spite of Th’chi’s objections. He didn’t like the idea of sharing.

He silenced himself when she threatened to remove his spine.

And then her attentions turned to you.

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“You mated with an oomani-di?! They are so small and weak!” The Yautja female chortles, though her tone lacks any maliciousness in her words. It’s more as if she teases the males, trying to poke fun at their— admittedly— strange choice of mating partner.

The jab makes Ta’kaa stiffen, but he holds his tongue. Smart male. You don’t really want to see this absolute powerhouse rip him in half.

“She is strong in spirit. Brave and honorable enough to carry a Yautja pup.” Bokei replies, pounding a fist on his chest then pointing to you. You offer him a soft smile, patting your round belly. You carry a Firstborn Yautja pup, and it is honorable.

“Hm!” The female chuffs, and then her stare zeroes in on you. It’s different than before, when she had stared in aghast amazement. This time, her expression is completely unreadable, making you feel nervous under her intense violet eyes. You practically feel it as she roams you up and down.

It makes you protectively cover your middle with your arms. Any honorable Yautja would never harm an unarmed, pregnant female— regardless of species— but you can’t attest to the character of this Yautja. Your mates sense your unease, and Van’chaa who stands closest to you begins to purr softly. She seemingly ignores him.

“What is your name, oomani-di?” She asks, and you have to swallow with a dry throat before tentatively giving it to her. She rolls your name on her tongue a couple times, trying it out and clicking her long tusks together as she does.

“I am Ni’ja.” She stands taller, her waist length, dark green tresses swaying like devil’s ivy, their tubular lengths decorated in metals of all sorts. In particular, your eye catches a band of what looks like rose gold near her temple. It has a green gem in its center. She pounds a fist against her chest, above the twin bumps of her bosom.

You know Yautja females are similar in their anatomy to humans, but something about seeing such a... large woman feels surreal. And Ni’ja is very recognizably female, her wide hips and tapered waistline can attest to that. Though like her male counterparts, she’s incredibly muscular— You can see the power of her in the corded muscles of her legs and arms.

Briefly, you think of your own body and its lack of definition in favor of squishy flesh. Bhu’kei tells you that he and the rest of your mates find you exotic. Any thought of negatively comparing yourself to Ni’ja flies out the window.

“This is your first pup, is it not?” Ni’ja asks, crossing her arms over her chest. You pull yourself from your thoughts and nod, rubbing a hand up and down your belly. The pup inside your womb kicks in response, as always.

“Yes. It’s Ap-tui’s.” You reply softly, still wary of this visitor despite the fact she’s not attempted to maim you. Yet. You shake the thought from your head.

“No. The pup is yours. The male is only a means to an end.” Ni’ja states firmly, waving a dismissive hand in the direction of Ap-tui. To your surprise, he doesn’t respond in the way you think he’d would— a snarl and maybe a harsh quip back— instead, your mate only bows his head.

Huh, you think, glancing around and seeing your other mates are likewise morose. All of them are a relatively wide distance from Ni’ja, heads bowed and gazes lowered. It’s like her very presence is something to be revered and respected. Maybe even feared.

You think about all that they’ve told you about Yautja females, the matriarchy, and the honor and deference males must pay to females. It’s like you finally understand the culture after seeing it in action. Yautja males really do keel to the females.

“I have experience in birthing and rearing pups.” Ni’ja says, her loud voice carrying in the air. She whips her head to shoot Ap-tui a challenging glare then says, “I will remain here to hunt and teach the oomani-di my knowledge.”

It is not a question, but a command. Ap-tui only nods.

You gulp.

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The first handful of days is tense. Ni’ja runs the camp like a dictator. You’re equal parts impressed and worried.

Eventually, your mates find themselves and start retaliating to Ni’ja. She does not take it well. Fights occur and Ta’kaa ends up with a broken arm. That’s when you decided to step in: Enough was enough.

“Ni’ja!” You bellow, and catch the attention of the seething female. She gives Th’chi’s neck one last squeeze before she drops him to the ground. Your mate coughs, sputtering for air. Ni’ja stomps up to you, violet eyes blazing, and she looks almost as though she’d

But she stops. You are pregnant. She will not touch you. She cannot touch you.

“I’ve had enough of this. Do not boss around or fight or harm any of my mates any longer.” You hiss, trying to look as intimidating as possible, though you know you’re probably failing severely. It’s tough to make yourself look scary when you’re half naked in a net suit with leaking tits and huge belly. Not to mention your balance, you nearly tip over when Ni’ja gets in your face.

“They are your males? You keep them?” She asks, mandibles clicking with thought. The questions are a bit... perturbing, but you don’t think you have much of a choice when you answer firmly, “Yes.”

Ni’ja whickers low in her throat, straightening to her full height. A thoughtful expression settles on her face, and her clawed fingers come up and scratch at her chin. You nearly grin at the almost human mannerism.

“I also keep a male. He is called Rath’ju-dha,” She ponders and you think the situation has blown over until she continues cheerily, “So I will not challenge you for yours!”

Deep down, you understand fully what she meant, but the thought makes you feel ill. It’s not uncommon for Yautja females to fight one another over mates, much like males. The difference being that Yautja females near exclusively fight for the lifemates of other Yautja females. They are the only ones allowed to do so.

“My mates are mine. This is my camp.” You say firmly, and your voice only wavers a little bit, mostly from withheld anger. Ni’ja is both infuriating and marvelous. You want to punch her in the jaw as much as you want to gush over her.

Ni’ja meets your glare with amused eyes. She takes your demand lightly, which should infuriate you more but you just can’t find it in you. All the fighting has led to you missing dinner at a reasonable time, so now you’re hungry. And your feet hurt. And the pup is kicking at your bladder again.

Ni’ja stands down with a click of laughter.

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After your stand-off with Ni’ja, if you can even call it that, she toned down her attitude towards your mates. All she really wanted to do was hunt. The grounds were appealing to her, so she no longer lingered around the camp ordering the males around.

Your mates were not pleased whenever she would reappear after a day or two with a large catch in her claws. It didn’t help that she flaunted her kill and skinned it right in front of them. Van’chaa nearly challenged her when she gloated about the pristine whiteness of her new th’syra.

Oddly enough, the company of another female after being surrounded by so much testosterone (or whatever the Yautja equivalent is) was much needed. You hadn’t realized how desensitized you had gotten to a bunch of rowdy, unruly men until Ni’ja was there to set them straight. Her energy was also much more relatable, regardless of her different species.

And the fact she was over 9 feet tall. It’s really more the principle of it all.

She never told you directly, but part of you caught on that she might feel a similar way. From what you’ve gathered, Yautja females tend to lead even more solitary lives: Often staying away from the clanship, hunting alone, and only really having stable company if they were rearing a pup. In fact, most Yautja females only acquainted themselves with the males during mating season.

You assumed Ni’ja was much the same, though her mention of this Rath’ju-dha character had piqued your interest. Though you never got to ask her much about him, as she was always more focused on pounding the knowledge about Yautja pups,

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“... Pups are wily and uncontrollable. Corporal punishment is necessary. Don’t be swayed from cuffing them or tugging their tresses.” Ni’ja has been droning on for so long that you’re brain’s started to ache. She went through practically every aspect of rearing a Yautja pup, from birth to early childhood and even into adolescence.

Apparently, labor and birth is virtually the same as a human’s. As is bonding with and nursing the newborn. You dreaded the idea of pushing out the big pup inside you from your very underprepared cunt, but you also wanted so desperately to hold them close to your chest. The idea of finally ridding yourself of milk in a productive way through nursing also appealed to you and your aching tits as well.

“How many pups have you had?” You decide to butt in, desperate to just change the flow of the conversation, even if it’s minutely. Your head is stuffed so full of information, you need the relief. Besides, your pup is doing flips in your womb again, so the question was definitely influenced.

Ni’ja narrows her eyes and regards you with interest. She thinks you may be challenging her on her knowledge, perhaps seeking to know the number of pups she’s born to assess if she really knows what she speaks of. Ni’ja chuffs.

“I have born 11 successful sucklings; 8 males and 3 females. Only 5 survived their Chiva. I am proud of my warriors.” And when Ni’ja said that, you could tell. Her violet eyes lit up with a passion, obviously very pleased that a handful of her pups survived long enough to become Blooded.

Even if that handful is less than half.

You wonder about her… approach to motherhood in the privacy of your head. Part of you wants to press on the other six of Ni’ja’s pups (Does she miss them? Did she love them?), but you feel that asking would be inappropriate, maybe even disrespectful. Instead, you ask about other practical things.

“About delivery... is it, like, really bad? Should I be preparing myself?” You inquire, looking down at the massive dome of your belly and internally shivering at how big your pup is gonna be when they decide to come out. The answer is, obviously, yes, but you want to hear it from the perspective of someone who’s had kids before.

“The pain is great, but ultimately unimportant.” Ni’ja waves a dismissive hand, a gesture you’ve noticed she favors, “The payoff of a healthy pup is worth it.”

When she says that last bit, something in Ni’ja’s eyes shadows. Like the shutters slam shut, if only for the briefest of moments. Though before you can comment on it, she snaps back to her usual tough, authoritative self.

“I think that’s something humans have in common with Yautja; Most mothers only ask that their baby be healthy, and that labor is worth it in the end.” You smile at her, and she chuffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Indeed.” Ni’ja rumbles, sharply dipping her head. For the first time since Ni’ja pulled you aside to start your “mothering lessons”, a silence befalls you both. It’s comfortable, though you watch Ni’ja’s firm expression be overtaken by a pensive look. Her violet eyes look... sad. Almost. Some foreign Yautja emotion equivalent.

“Always prepare yourself for the worse.” She states, and she says it like she’s admitting a confession, her voice so quiet that you almost have to strain to understand her. Ni’ja doesn’t look at you when she continues, “Paya is sometimes cruel.”

The ache in her voice is blatant, tangible. You swallow thickly, unsure of what to say or do. You know offering comfort will probably be interpreted as you recognizing her “weakness” and be met with anger, but your heart bleeds at how melancholic Ni’ja sounds.

You wouldn’t really consider her a friend, but she probably just confided something so secret in you that you feel almost honored. Yautja are not ones to speak so delicately to another. Nor are they emotional creatures.

“Thus is the rule of the nature.” You agree carefully and solemnly, shifting slightly on your pile of furs. The position you’ve sat in for so long has started to make your hips hurt. Even though you’re not looking at her— purposefully messing around with your seat in order not to— Ni’ja’s heavy gaze bores into the side of your skull.

Silence, again.

“Oh!” You jump when Ni’ja suddenly thunders, “I have almost forgotten something!”

Curious, you look back up at her and she seems to be back to normal. Her violet eyes are bright, and she lifts a hand and causes her long tresses to sway again. She points an accusatory finger at you.

“Your pup will be greedy. He will desire milk without regard for your time: Be prepared to not relinquish your breasts for weeks.” Ni’ja chortles, then leans in and pokes one of your tits, causing you to yelp and jolt back. Ni’ja seems to jump back as well, straightening to her full height in shock. Then her surprise morphs into amusement.

“So soft! Oomani-di are so weak!” And as Ni’ja begins to laugh, you do too.

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Ni’ja takes her leave after four weeks. Over that time, you imagine she’s taken plenty more th’syra to line the walls of her trophy room. She doesn’t even say goodbye, but you manage to wake up in time to see her ship dart out from the planet’s atmosphere, then disappear as it’s cloak engages.

Your mates are elated, though they don’t say it out loud. It’s quite amusing.

By this time though, the new main focus became the fact that you surpassed 10 months of gestation. Ni’ja’s visit and occupation had really made you forget that your pregnancy is very close to nearing the end. Easily, you are further along than most human females ever get, though for Yautja gestation, you still technically have 2 more months to go.

The original plan was induction. At 10 months, the number was gaged to be a safe golden area in which the pup has stayed as long as it could in your womb, while also being safe (for them and you) to be removed. The pup would then be 2 months premature, which Bhu’kei admitted may result in some growth deficiencies later on, although he’d be completely fine otherwise.

Though 10 months rolled around and there were no new cries of help from your body, and scans revealed the pup to be still growing and with a strong quad-heartbeat. You didn’t want to induce. You could hold out.

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“I’ve been fine for 10 months now, what’s the issue with only a couple more?” You cross your arms over the swell of your belly, trying to pry a real answer out of Ap-tui. He growls, spreading his mandibles and shaking his head. His tresses swing wild over his shoulders, metal adornments clicking together.

“It’s not wise. Inducing now would be safer.” He hisses, roughly bring the whetting stone down on his dagger’s blade, causing sparks to fly. You blow a raspberry— Childish, you know— and narrow your eyes at your mate.

“Bhu’kei said it was okay!” You crow insistently, pointing to where said Yautja converses with Van’chaa. In all honesty, that was an opinion that you had to whittle out of the resident healer as well. At first, Bhu’kei had been just as opposed to the idea of not inducing labor, but you pointed out that you were doing fine and had no new negative symptoms either.

In fact, you felt better than ever. Sure you still ached, but it was overpowered by a stronger sense of empowerment you felt. You could carry your pup for the next 2 months, you were sure of it.

“Bhu’kei is hulij-bpe and a kha’bj-te.” Ap-tui snarls as tosses down both the blade and stone. He follows the trail of your finger only to send his cousin a deadly glare. You roll your eyes, a grin that you can’t help sprawls across your face. Yautja males and their hardheadedness.

“First, be nice. Second, I have shown no negative symptoms— aside from the usual ones— this entire pregnancy. Clearly, my body can handle it.” You don’t mean to, but a very clear pout settles on your face. Ap-tui glances back at you, takes in your frustrated expression and round middle, then chuffs.

“Fine, female, it’s your decision.” He has the gall to roll his eyes at you, so before he can stand and leave, your hand shoots out and grabs a crimson tress. Fingers wrap tight and unforgiving around the tendril like appendage, and Ap-tui growls when you pull. His nerve endings ignite from pain and pleasure.

Rarely do you resort to a more Yautja method of winning an argument, but Ni’ja may have taught you a thing or two about “taming your males”. Pulling on the tresses acted as a very good persuader. You grin wider, keeping Ap-tui’s tress pulled taut.

He snarls as he’s forced to lower to his knees, glaring daggers at you. You giggle softly, stepping closer to place your other hand on his shoulder. His body heaves under your touch, his mandibles flaring as he pants. His pupils consume his blazing irises.

“Good boy.” You purr, finally releasing his tress and kissing the sloped crown of his head. Ap-tui whickers, his beefy arms coming up and wrapping around you. He marvels at how his hands nearly span the width of your back. You kiss his mahogany scales and quietly say, “It’ll be okay, y’know? I’m your little sain’ja, aren’t I?”

Ap-tui clicks his tusks together in mirth, relenting and nuzzling the column of your neck. You sigh as his mandibles run down to your collarbones, sensually grazing your delicate skin. Ap-tui, forever gracious, treats you to soft nibbles along your shoulders, then lower to your chest.

“Ap-tui.” You say his name as his long, forked tongue teases a nipple. One of his paws grabs a fistful of your ass and thigh, the other holds your waist. He secures you against him, mindful of your swollen belly, bearing all your weight for you. You grip his shoulders, then paw at his tresses, wringing your hands deeply within them until you grab near the base of his skull.

You tug, and Ap-tui roars and devolves into rolling clicks. You’ve struck the sensitive nerves at the bases of his tresses, forced him to release his dia-shui. You catch his scent and moan, eyes fluttering shut as Ap-tui begins to purr.

“Little mate.” He rumbles, lowering you until you lay sprawl beneath his muscled frame. Ap-tui clicks as he mounts you, shoving apart your plush thighs with his knees. You’re not able to look down and see past your rack or belly, but your suspicions are confirmed when the telltale stiff hotness of his cock presses against your dripping core.

Even though the session’s just started, you’re already wet beyond belief. Hell, you have been for months now. The near constant fucking and pregnancy hormones sets your body into hyperdrive with need.

Ap-tui squeezes one of your fat tits and you gasp, bucking your hips. He kneads it, careful of his claws, rolling his thumb in fast, tight circles over your sensitive nipple. Pleasure runs rampant all over your body, shooting bursts straight to your core. You wish you were able to reach around your belly and rub at your throbbing clit.

“You light my blood on fire, little mate.” Ap-tui hisses, sensing from your gyrating hips and whines that the special bud above your slit needs attention. He obliges, and his other paw dips between the apex of your thighs to press at your clit. You moan, strangled, when he presses down. Ap-tui notes that your core is drenched, your slit and labia glistening and raw and leaking slick.

He also notices your cunt bulges. You are so heavy with his pup your body strains to keep it in. Ap-tui almost loses his composure and seeds himself.

“I will take you now. You tempt me too powerfully.” Ap-tui states, and you barely process what he says when the thick girth of his cock sinks home. You wail, pussy stretching wonderfully around his length. You mate snarls, and sets a brutal pace that has his ballsack smacking wetly against your ass. He uses one hand to lift your hips and drives down.

The squelching is obscene, loud, and the yurt’s door is open to let in the nice breeze, so everyone is able to hear it. Ta’kaa is the first to show up at the door, leaning against the frame, but Ap-tui roars at him and your mate leaves. Not before flaring in mandibles in anger, however.

You wail and moan and grab at Ap-tui, fingers catching the quills on his chest, the flexing muscles of his forearms. Eyes bleary from tears, you grab a tress and pull, setting Ap-tui off yet again into a roar and rabid clicking. His pace picks up— brutal, unrelenting— hips pistoning his fat cock deep into your core. The tip kisses the gummy nodes of your cervix, causing you to shriek like a mad woman.

“Fuck! Ap-tui! Ap-tui!~” You cry his name, back arching, and you take your neglected breast in hand to toy with yourself. When your shaky fingers brush your nipple, you find it puffy and wet. You’re lactating. Your fat breasts bounce and milk is being spilled out of them. Ap-tui leans in and licks the milk away. You scream his name.

“Good little mate. Making milk for my pup. You will feed it with your swaying bosom nicely.” Ap-tui growls the dirtiest things in your ear, starts telling you how excited you breastfeeding will be, that he’d want to take you again and again whenever your milk overflows. It’s all so dirty, but so sexy. You want it. You want it bad. You’ll be a good little lou-dte kale for your mates.

You feel your orgasm approaching, steady and quickly. Your cunt shivers and clenches around Ap-tui’s cock and he feels it— Hard. He has to center himself and focus, lest he seed you before he wishes to. Ap-tui increases his efforts, thrusts like he’s fucking for his life, palming your breast and child-swollen belly, and rubs even tighter circles on your sensitive bud.

It’s enough, and your orgasm seizes you, making you see stars. Your high pitched wail resonates the walls, and carries out the door. Ap-tui keeps your high prolonged as he doesn’t relent, roaring and snarling at the sight of your squirt gushing around his cock, escaping your stretch hole each time he pulls back.

Your a mess of your own fluids, your release and milk, and after several long, drawn out pumps of his cock, Ap-tui feels his balls pull up and he roars. His spend shoots liquid hot against the opening of your womb, painting your insides with his seed. He pistons through it all, mandibles flaring and muscles flexing, all while releasing spurt after spurt of his sticky spend.

Once he’s finished, your body goes lax. Your mind is blank. All you can do is pant to catch your breath and feel the hot wetness of your cum, milk, and Ap-tui’s cum between your thighs. Some of it even splattered up onto the underside of your massive belly.

“Good little mate. Little sain’ja.” Ap-tui begins to purr, and he pulls back, cock springing from your too-tight hole. You whimper, your cunt’s been rendered raw, swollen, and sore. But the good type of sore. You almost seek more of it. Ap-tui cages himself above you, boxing you in. It’s then you realize your eyes have been squeezed shut.

You open them. Ap-tui is directly over you, his tresses fall around your face like a curtain. You blink back tears, and they roll down your temples. Your hair is plastered to your face and neck with sweat. Ap-tui purrs louder. He enjoys making a mess of you.

“Perhaps induction can be saved for a later date.” He rumbles, placing a heavy yet gentle hand on the bump of your belly. Ap-tui’s paw his warm against the drum taut skin, and you smile tiredly when he traces a stretchmark with a fingertip. The pup kicks then, and you groan softly as Ap-tui chuffs.

“I enjoy this feature on you far too much to give it up so soon.” Ap-tui clarifies, and you give him an incredulous look. He clicks in laughter, his eyes reflect mischievousness like his hunting brothers, then he shrugs.

“We like seeing you fat with pup, waddling around because you are so heavy.” He chortles as he lies down next to you, propped up on an elbow. Your cheeks warm and with some effort you manage to turn yourself onto your side to face him. You smack at his chest.

“Ap-tui!” You scold, but laughter laces your words, “Seriously?!”

“Of course.” Your mates replies simply, lilting his head and continuing, “Part of our enjoyment comes from watching your belly weigh you and breasts swing.”

You think back to all the times you’ve taken walks with your mates. It was to keep as active as you can so that you don’t lose too much strength from being too sedentary.

Even before your pregnancy, the Yautja, with their long legs and enhanced speed, easily left you in the dust. They’d often either walk slower or wait for you. Now, with you slowed to a very stereotypical pregnant waddle by the heavy baby in your womb, their intermittent waits became more frequent, and much longer.

It clicked now when you realize that they put greater distances between them and yourself just to watch your body jiggle with each step. And they’d done it, because they liked seeing you heavily pregnant.

Often, the walks ended in a quick fuck on the forest floor, where your Yautja mates would snarl and growl from above you as they took you like a dog. Their paws never leave your belly. It all makes sense.

And, God, you enjoy it too.

“Ap-tui...” You start, cheeks hot, meeting his sharp gaze with lustful eyes. Your chest heaves, breasts rising and falling. Ap-tui watches as you purposely move your arms in a way that squishes them together, creating an impressive cleavage line. His purrs drop an octave and his claws dig into the furs below you.

“Fuck me.” You command, rolling onto your back and spreading your legs again.

Ap-tui descends upon you.

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yautja translations

Chiva → the trial of which a Youngblood Yautja is Blooded should they succeed in killing a kiande amedha (Xenomorph) dia-shui → musk, specifically that of a male hulij-bpe → crazy kha’bj-te → maniac, also means restless lou-dte kale → child maker (derogatory) ooman / oomani-di → human / human female Paya → Yautja creation goddess sain’ja → warrior th’syra → skull/s

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(also, special shout outs to @coffee-love-alltheabove and @floralfi you both specifically asked to be tagged, so here ya go! hope you enjoyed!~ 😘)

#the predator #predator #aliens vs predator #avp #yautja #yautja fanfic #predator x reader #predator x you #predator x human #yautja x reader #yautja x you #yautja x human #yautja oc #predator oc

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starbornefailure · 2 years

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Btdubs I fantazise about my friends finding my posts and worrying about me and confrintung me and adknowledging my pain in a way that can only truly be a fantasy because I could never acceot their love if it meant leaving myself in tact as a promise to them, when over and over I've only known to show my affection through ripping myself to peices and handing them the leftover chunks. Incase you were curious

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badnew2005 · 3 years

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this is what the inside of my brain looks like

#it’s just tends bar & the gun image . that’s The Main #but also just . macden intimacy in love w ur best friend codependency or whateva #and iasip x fob my beloved <33333 #i love saying btdubs i hav decided xoxoxox #i removed btdubs . i wasn’t sure without the xoxox how clear it was ironic i got scared #rip btdubs

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sprltekind · 5 years

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john n i thought it would be fun if we made fantrolls for each other based on aesthetics so heres the kid i made for him hes a goldblood with albinism and a wing mutation, he really likes flowers, hes a space/breath(?) player and a prospit dreamer, and hes an artist (he paints on himself because he likes to express himself but doesnt want tattoos)

heres the kid he made for me

#those last two are his pjs btdubs #homestuck #fantroll #sprite edits #these are for my loving hubs so if you rip parts from this i will rip you in half like a slice of little caesers pizza motherfucker

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BnHA Chapter 286: VESTIGE ANTICS ARE A GO

Previously on BnHA: Deku was all “what’s the record for most consecutive bone breaks within the span of a single minute” and, without waiting for an answer, proceeded to unleash roughly 17 Smashes onto Tomura. Kacchan was all “THAT DOES IT, I’M TAKING THE REINS OF THIS SHITSHOW” and carried Endeavor and Shouto up to where the action was so Endeavor could hit Tomura with a Prominence Burn. AFO was all “Tomura would you rather burn to death or let me take over your body” and Tomura was all “...” and so AFO TOOK OVER and was all “STABBITY STABBITY” and used his Stabbing Quirk to do some Good Old Fashioned STABBIN’. First he stabbed Endeavor, and then he was all “hee and now I’m gonna stab Deku”, but Kacchan was all “SIR THAT’S MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT RIVAL” and so he rushed on in AND GOT HIMSELF STABBED INSTEAD. And so basically THIS PAST WHOLE WEEK HAS BEEN A RIDE, LET ME TELL YOU.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan is all “sup Deku lemme just downplay how I totally took this fatal blow for you just now” before he dramatically passes out and is caught by Todoroki “BTDUBS I CAN FLY NOW” Shouto, who is also carrying his dad because the kids really are just doing it all, here. AllForRaki Tomura For One is all “HAHA BAKUGOU IS PRETTY DUMB”, at which point Deku just LOSES IT ENTIRELY and ASCENDS INTO A NEW PLANE OF FURY LIKE A LITTLE GREEN RAGE BUDDHA. But then like two seconds later Tomura is all “ANYWAY, SO” and FUCKING TOUCHES DEKU’S FACE, CAUSING THE TWO OF THEM TO ASTROPROJECT INTO THE FREAKY OFA/AFO MINDSCAPE BECAUSE THIS CHAPTER IS BANANAS. Vestige!AFO is all “reports of my demise were greatly exaggerated but aren’t you glad I saved your life though, Tomura”, while Tomura is all “!!” because he’s hopefully starting to get A Clue, and meanwhile Deku just stands there watching all “what the fuck.” The chapter ends with SHIMURA MCFUCKING NANA showing up all, “HI, I HEARD SOME BITCHES WERE TRYING TO HAVE A GIRL POWER ARC, AND THEY DIDN’T INVITE ME.” Go on, Nana. Give ‘em hell.

you guys. I’m not normally one to take pleasure in another human being’s misfortune. BUT THAT SAID, there are exceptions to every rule, and so let’s just say certain events have transpired early this morning which have PUT ME IN A VERY, LET’S JUST SAY, NOT-TERRIBLE MOOD which this chapter will hopefully improve upon!!

oh my god Deku’s one non-fucked-up eye that he still has control over is SO WIDE YOU GUYS

hmm I know I shouldn’t be all (゜▽゜) while the two of them are all (； ▼ Д ▼) (⁰ Д゜;) ... and yet here we are. btw I’m worried tumblr’s formatting will ruin those two emojis which I worked so hard to get just right so I’m gonna repost them on another line here just in case

(； ▼ Д ▼) (⁰ Д゜;) that’s them. Kacchan and Deku. my boys

HERE COMES THE CHEESY “JUST GOT STABBED BETTER PLAY IT OFF ALL COOL!!!” ONE LINER OH MY GOD

(ETA: really love how my son, with what for all he knows could be his dying breaths, decides that the absolute most important thing is to preserve his selfish asshole facade so as not to fuck up his status quo with his rival. “LOOKEE HERE I GOT MYSELF ALL STABBED AND SHIT FOR YOU, BUT I TOTALLY JUST DID IT BECAUSE I WAS TIRED OF YOU GETTING ALL THE COOL HERO MOMENTS” yeah, that’s right! SELFLESS MOTIVATIONS, WHAT ARE THOSE sob.

also tbh I’m glad they didn’t delve any further into their feelings right here and now because this really isn’t the place or time for it sadly. WE WILL JUST PUT THOSE ON HOLD UNTIL AFTER THE ARC ENDS, when they are all recovering from their various wounds and traumas and have time to catch up and have some long-overdue heart-to-hearts. it deserves its own chapter or two or three. maybe time to head back to Ground Beta once they’re healthy? “healthy” perhaps being a relative term given their current condition fjsdjkf.)

by the way it looks from here like only the ones through his torso and shoulder actually hit, so that’s something at least. WE’VE LOST ENOUGH LEGS TODAY. I need to conserve my remaining puns

MEANWHILE TOMURA IS HAVING A CRISIS

ARE YOU MAD AT YOUR EVIL DAD TOMURA. HE JUST WON’T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER WILL HE, THAT GUY

anyway so it looks like Kacchan might have caught a break here because AFO/Tomura is pulling the stabby quirk activation tendril things back out! rip, “Kacchan vs. Deku part 3″ theories

p.s. I got ALL CAUGHT UP IN THE DRAMA and thus glossed over the chapter title which is “one among us”! hmmm this is definitely AFO/OFA related, calling it now. ooh lord I am excited

NOW MY SON IS DRAMATICALLY FALLING

THE BLOOD FROM THE MOUTH OOF NOT GOOD AHHHH. DEKU’S FACE AHHHH. HIS BODY JUST WENT TOTALLY LIMP DID HE PASS OUT AHHHH. SOMEONE CATCH HIM!!

BY HIS FOOT, SHOUTO?!

well NOT EXACTLY THE MOST GRACEFUL THING I’VE EVER SEEN, but we’ll allow it because HOLY SHIT BOY. ARE YOU ALREADY CARRYING YOUR DAD ON TOP OF THAT?? HORIKOSHI PLEASE CONFIRM, IS TODOROKI MOTHERFUCKING SHOUTO FUCKING FLYING AROUND UNBALANCED AF ON HIS ONE FLAMEY LEG, CARRYING HIS 500 LB POP AND NOW HIS FLOPPY PASSED OUT BEST FRIEND AS WELL?!? HOLY SHIT TODO?!?!

LADIES AND GENTLEFRIENDS OF THE VILLAIN STANDOM, FEAR NOT, TOMURA’S HAIR IS THE FIRST THING THAT GREW BACK LOL

even before his eyeballs kfldkakjk. which, btw, how does he even know what’s going on right now? “this fight has shed a lot of useless blood” sdkmkjl okay well (1) WHOSE FAULT WAS THAT, AGAIN??, (2) SERIOUSLY THOUGH, HOW DOES HE EVEN KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING. DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO YOU STABBED?? ARE YOU EFFECTIVELY BLIND FOR THE NEXT FEW SECONDS HERE, WHAT’S GOING ON, and lastly (3) I seriously can’t tell if this is AFO or Tomura talking right now. or are they going back and forth?? help this is so confusing

HEY

THE DISRESPECT. I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW KACCHAN ANGST IS NEVER USELESS!!

AND NOW HE’S BACK TO THE STABBING JFKJLKJLF I AM NOT TOO HAPPY WITH YOU RIGHT NOW MISTER

okay and now we’re cutting to some quick panels of the unconscious Aizawa, Gran, and Ryuukyuu, along with the “still conscious but in a very real sense might as well not be counted” Manual who is really having a day, that poor guy

anyway but then there’s also some dialogue boxes being all “if you act out of rage your power will respond accordingly, the most important part is to keep your head clear.” which I’m like 90% sure is Deku/OFA related, but honestly NOTHING ABOUT THIS CHAPTER IS CLEAR SO FAR YOU GUYS. except for the Shouto-is-a-badass part anyway

HMM YEP I’M GONNA GO WITH DEKU-RELATED

it must be a callback to some line I’m forgetting. maybe Lariat explaining Blackwhip to him that one time. probably should have been in italics if it was a flashback quote, but hey. anyways the point is Deku is absolutely, 100% following this advice to the letter (/s)

(ETA: yep I’m almost positive this is the same quote from chapter 213. “listen, when you use this power out of anger, it’ll really start working for you. what really matters is controlling your heart.” which is still one of the weirdest pieces of advice in the entire series, but basically I think he was just trying to tell him it’s okay to get mad, so long as it’s calmly mad. like, controlled fury, as opposed to this white-hot berserker nonsense he’s been running on as of late. anyways I do still love me some shounen rage all the same but Lariat has a point.)

...

it took me a minute to realize THOSE WERE DEKU’S EYES. holy --

AND ANOTHER MINUTE TO REALIZE THAT DEKU FUCKING GRABBED THE ACTIVATION TENDRIL WITH HIS BUSTED UP OFA HANDS AND BIT INTO IT WITH HIS RABID OFA JAWS AND SNAPPED THAT SHIT LIKE A FUCKING KITKAT KLJLKSJDLKJFLK WOOOOOOOO I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING BUT GODDAMN. POWER MOVE

(ETA: this is a two-page spread omg. I didn’t even realize at first. this scan ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT DO THIS BADASS PAGE ANY KIND OF JUSTICE but I can’t wait to see the real deal on Sunday holy shit.)

LMAO

DEKU RAGED SO HARD HE TURNED INTO AN ANGRY GHOST SONIC THE HEDGEHOG FKLSKG

(ETA: he actually looks a bit like the Vestiges/Kurogiri tbh.)

meanwhile Tomura basically has the exact same face I would have had in his position. yeah for real man. I don’t even know

p.s. WHEN will people learn to STOP INSULTING KACCHAN IN DEKU’S PRESENCE. WHEN, I ASK!!

WHAT IN THE CINNAMON TOAST FUCK

if this was a physical page I was holding I would have FLUNG THAT SHIT AWAY LIKE THERE WAS A SPIDER CRAWLING ON IT. WHAT THE FUCK

HOT DAMN. well uh. so that’s SUPER DISTURBING, what a lovely panel of Tomura’s melted face slowly growing back while his ears lag behind, and meanwhile that little scar that had been growing and growing and which at one point certain people (ME) thought might turn him into a BEAUTIFUL BUTTERLY instead RIPS HIS FACE IN HALF to reveal the KINDER EGG AFO SURPRISE UNDERNEATH AHHHHH TAKE IT BACK

THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T LET MAD SCIENTISTS PERFORM EXPERIMENTS ON YOU, KIDS. PSA. JUST SAY NO

-- NO!!!

HORIKOSHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fuck

oh my god. I almost would have rather cut away right after the Kacchan incident than freaking cut away NOW of all times, jesus. THAT’S JUST A BITCH MOVE, IS WHAT THAT IS. if we don’t cut back within the next three pages I SWEAR TO GOD

anyway so GUESS WHAT GIGANTOMACHIA’S DOING YOU GUYS. if you guessed “the exact same thing he was doing last time we saw him” then you are absolutely right, because it was actually PRETTY EASY TO GUESS

anyway but he says he detects “master’s scent”, except that there’s apparently two of them. interesting! one in Tartarus and one in Jakku, right? lol Horikoshi has burned me so many times already with his excruciatingly slow reveal of this that I’m not gonna hold my breath just yet, but I’ll get the hype train warmed up JUST IN CASE

okay so meanwhile in downtown Jakku, the heroes are handing off the civilians over to the police and rescue forces while they prepare to engage with “the villain”, by which I assume they mean Gigantomachia. does this mean Iida and Ochako are gonna fight Machia you guys omg

OOH!!!

“PLEASE INFORM THEM ON FOOT” well I know a certain SPEEDY BOI who would be PERFECT for that job oh my. make haste, Tenyar FastmLeggy

WAIT WHICH WAY ARE THEY HEADING

ARE THEY HEADING TOWARDS MACHIA OR TOWARDS DEKU AND AFO

so rather than answering my VERY PERTINENT question, Ochako is instead spending an entire page thinking about how their complete clusterfuck of a life keeps getting exponentially worse all the time! well but she’s not wrong though

NOW SHE’S ALL “GUYS...!” and, rather than explaining ANYTHING AT ALL, Horikoshi is again cutting back to THIS, OMG AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: good thing Kacchan wasn’t awake to see his dramatic “I’ll just get myself impaled for Deku’s sake” plan result in this outcome ALL OF TWENTY SECONDS LATER smdh.)

I ACTUALLY PREFER MY DEKUS NON-CRUMBLED, THANKS. ALSO JUST ON A SIDE NOTE, POOR SHOUTO THOUGH. THE LAST NINETY SECONDS OR SO HAVE BEEN ENOUGH NIGHTMARE FUEL FOR A LIFETIME HAVEN’T THEY

so now he’s all “MIDORIYA!!!” because OF COURSE HE IS. his best friend just got impaled, and his dad too, and now he fully expects to see his other best friend crumble to dust right before his eyes holy shit. T R A U M A ™

-- !!!

somehow in the excitement of the moment I forgot his actual goal for a sec lol. meaning I instantaneously switched from HORRIFIED to GRINNING LIKE A MANIAC :D :D :D come on OFA time to show him what’s what

AND NOW WE’RE SWITCHING OVER TO EVERYONE’S FAVORITE TRIPPY DREAM LANDSCAPE FOR ADDITIONAL DRAMA, WELL OKAY

I’M ON BOARD WITH THIS, WHATEVER. also it’s becoming increasingly apparent that Deku is in fact nekkid underneath that mystical cloud bs, so let’s hope one of his remaining yet-to-be-unlocked quirks is a pants-conjuring quirk lulz

“this place...” yeah we all fucking know what this place is son, let’s get on with this. by my count we’ve only got four pages left so PLEASE BUDGET THEM WISELY

OH MY

holy shit. I have so many screaming thoughts about this lol but I just want to keep on reading lkjlkjlkjl okay I’ll come back later and edit them in, how’s that

OR MAYBE I’LL JUST RANT ABOUT THEM NOW GODDAMMIT

shit. okay let me just try and sum this up as quick as I can

so just in case it wasn’t already crystal clear, AFO’s soul being roommates with Tomura’s seems to be just about 100% confirmed now. good for you, All For One For All theory!! the “Kacchan loses his quirk” theory died so that you might live on in glory

AFO does seem to have almost fully taken control now. it looks like Tomura’s still fighting back, but AFO clearly has the upper hand now if their body language is any indication. Tomura on his knees with AFO calmly holding him down and ignoring his struggles... not looking too good for him at the moment

people seem to have somewhat lost sight of this in the midst of the great “heroes vs. villains Who Is Right Who Is Wrong What Are Morals” debate of 2020, but just a friendly reminder that AFO is in fact responsible for 100% of all of Tomura’s suffering from pretty much the moment he was born up till this very moment we’re now witnessing!! like, you can go ahead and blame Nana and Gran and The Complacent Apathy Of Hero Society and whatever the fuck else from here till Sunday, but All for One is the reason Kotarou was orphaned. All for One is almost certainly the reason why the seemingly quirkless Tenko suddenly just magically developed THE MOST FUCKED UP QUIRK OF ALL TIME at the worst possible moment. All for One is probably the reason why no one helped Traumatized Baby Tenko in the immediate aftermath (I can and likely will write a separate post about this in the near future). All for One is definitely the reason why no one helped Tenko at any point after that. All for One is the reason why Tenko grew up all fucked in the head (“HERE’S YOUR DEAD FAMILY’S HANDS, MERRY CHRISTMAS”), and the reason why he grew up blaming Heroes and Society rather than the sole person who was actually responsible who was literally standing right in front of him the entire time. and lastly, All for One is the reason why Tomura has now been manipulated into unknowingly sacrificing his own body and possibly even his mind. so THANKS A LOT FOR THAT. more like jerk for one amiright

basically what I’m trying to say is that Deku and Tomura are not actually enemies here, and they never have been. the two of them have a common enemy, and I’m convinced Tomura’s story is about him eventually coming to realize this. and this looks to be the first step towards that, for two reasons. one, because AFO is finally starting to out himself to Tomura as the rat bastard he has always been. and two, because Deku is catching a glimpse of this now for the very first time. up until now he didn’t have a damn clue lol. but this is now something for him to file away in the back of his mind, and perhaps follow up on at a later date, once all of this craziness finally subsides and he has some time to process

anyway, so that’s basically it! tl;dr AFO is the final villain and unless I’m very much mistaken, this scene is going to finally start to set that up. let’s read on!

OMG

NANA?!?

lKDSJFLKSHGLISHDOGIHOLRKL

NOOOOOO I can’t believe it fucking ended there I can’t fucking believe it, fuck everything

smdh. what a place to end it. didn’t confirm a damn thing. not even whose mental landscape all of this is actually taking place in! like, don’t mind me though Horikoshi, it’s not like THE FATE OF THE WORLD HINGES ON THIS QUESTION OR ANYTHING except oh wait it really kind of does. kljkj

but seriously. because if it’s Deku’s mind, it means that Tomura’s attempt to take his quirk wasn’t successful. but if it’s Tomura’s mind, though... well... hhhhhhkhfff

or it could be both, I guess. more of that “AFO and OFA are the same quirk and thus linked” goodness. oh man. anyways stay tuned for next week when Nana presumably helps Deku out with the rest of that black fog and also hopefully finds him some pants. or maybe Nana can just go fight AFO herself. a little payback for everything he’s done to her protege and to her grandson. either way I CAN’T WAIT omg. VESTIGE ANTICS ARE A GO

#bnha 286 #midoriya izuku #shigaraki tomura #all for one #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #shimura nana #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #never thought we'd be this close to getting to see nana punch afo in the face #please horikoshi I beg of you please let this happen #if this holds up next week pretty much every single lady of bnha will have gotten their chance to shine in this arc #well except for ochako #but things are looking up on that front too!#what a time to be alive

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Omg idea. Jercy right (I am jercy trash) But focusing on dark jason. Idk if he needs help stopping or embracing it but I really love dark jason. Could go all the way with dark percy as well or nah I just really like dark jason

Hello Anon, you really know how to make me go completely batshit when it comes to these two! And I fully agree I too love Dark Jason so here you are my darling.

This is a "before" of this fic, because I felt like it needed a Jason POV.

Btdubs: karus means precious/beloved in Latin. Enjoy my friend!

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Jason Grace woke up to a cold bed. That was the first red flag. He frowned, blinking the sleep from his eyes and fumbling for his glasses.

"Percy?" He called, voice deep and groggy, "Pers? You there, love?"

The silence that greeted him was cold, eery.

"Jackson, come on this is not funny." He stepped into the kitchen, expecting to see a head of black curls pop up behind the counter and scare him.

What he found was worse. There on the kitchen counter, glinting against the grey morning light was a silver dagger, and underneath it, a note.

His blood turned to slush, the temperature of the room plummeting. His hands trembled as he picked up the paper.

hello my hero,

my, my it has been a while. we have a boy with gorgeous green eyes and the darlingest curls. i think he belongs to you. but that can change if you don't hand over the key.

see you soon.

—C

Jason ripped the paper in half. And then flung the dagger across the room. It landed in the middle of the wall, inches from a framed picture of him and Percy. He would kill the motherfucker with that dagger. Would smile as he felt the blade go through skin and bone. He would slaughter him.

His fingers sparked, burned with the need to summon lightning, to harness electricity. He flexed them, rolling his neck, but kept the power inside. Let it simmer. The time would come to use it.

He stalked down the stairwell, slamming the door open hard enough to crack the wall. He didn't notice, didn't care.

"Where is he?"

Blue eyes dancing with fire locked onto a hooded figure standing on the opposite side of the street. With unnatural speed he moved towards them.

The figure chuckled.

But Jason was not in the mood to dance. This was not a game of tag.

He growled, grabbing the stranger by the throat and smashing them against the brick wall.

"Where the fuck is he?"

The stranger, who finally looks up, smiled, "You didn't think it'd be this easy did you?"

"Cato." He spat, "Of course. Ever the lackey aren't you?"

The demigod gurgled, throat still caught in his grip, "You always were jealous."

"Just fucking take me to him you son of a bitch."

"Make me Grace," And before he could blink Cato was slamming their elbow into his face and kicking their leg into his stomach.

Jason bowed over, gasping for breath.

"Stand up and fight Grace, these Greeks have made you weak."

He didn't bother to reply, instead pulling in lungfuls of air, feeling for the currents running through the air and under his feet.

"You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Please," Cato sniffed, "Your little lover boy was so easy to kidnap I could practically do it with my eyes closed."

"Where is he?" He yelled.

"Walk with me."

Before he could argue the demigod was slipping into the alley and jumping over a fence.

"What the fuck does Cor— he want anyway?"

"You asking me what your karus wants?"

His voice was hard, "He isn't my anything."

"Mhm yes I suppose since you have a new beaux now." Brown eyes glinted, "It was great fun this morning. He is very pretty, although he did not take kindly to us threatening you."

Jason sucked in a sharp breath, "You what?"

"Yes," Cato mused, "He looked like he wanted to tie our organs together and feed them to a hell hound when we threatened to kill you if he didn't come with us."

He bared his teeth at the casualness in their tone, "I'm going to kill all of you."

"You can try little one, but then you'll never see your lover boy again."

He had heard enough.

With a low, sadistic growl he summoned electricity from the power line above them. Watching as it crackled at his fingers, dancing from one tip to the next. He looked at his escort, smiled coldly and threw it straight into the demigod's gaping mouth.

Cato didn't have time to blink before their insides turned to ash. Jason left them burning from the within and prowled down the streets. He could hear Percy's voice like a soft caress at his ear.

I am here, my love. I am with you. They will suffer, drown, burn for ripping us apart. We will decimate them for what they have done.

He would find his boyfriend himself. And then he would make bonfires of their bodies for ever thinking they could take his love.

It didn't take long. The instincts Lupa had taught him to use, lead him to a warehouse on an abandoned street. Power thrummed under his skin, rolling through his core.

He knocked at the door, holding in a laugh when the slot opened to reveal pale blue eyes and a freckled nose.

"I'm here for collection."

The bolt clicked and he slammed into the door.

"Where is he?"

The girl, with her wine red hair and full leather outfit, pointed to the stairs with a sickly sweet smile, "He's been waiting for you."

"I should have killed you when I got the chance." He gave her a feral grin and ripped the air from her lungs.

Her mouth opened in a silent gasp before she crumpled to the ground, clawing at her throat desperately enough to draw blood.

He bounded up the stairs and flung open the door. Three more demigods were waiting.

"GIVE HIM TO ME!"

"I see your time away has ruined your manners."

Oh they wanted to play. Fine. He would play. He set his sights on the one in the middle, who was swinging a sword between strong, supple fingers.

"So we meet again Grace."

Jason didn't bother to respond. Instead he grabbed hold of all the delightful currents running underneath the demigod's smooth swarthy skin— the currents that controlled every part of the body; that make the brain fire and the spine work. He grabbed ahold of those little sparks of electricity and pulled them out like a sick handkerchief party trick.

The demigod screamed, collapsing in parts as their feet then legs then arms then body stopped responding. There was only hate in their eyes when they finally stopped moving.

He turned to the other two, savagery glittering in his own eyes.

"Who's next?"

"I think you are?"

He felt a stab in his neck, and then nauseating dizziness. He screamed as he crashed to the floor. The world went dark.

#This is darker than usual #I hope it fulfilled your dark Jason needs anon #Dark Jason #Jercy #Jason grace #Percy Jackson #Jason #Grace #PJSSG asks #PJSSG fanfic #Baby fanfic #Baby fanfic series #Ciara's Convos #She speaks #Let him go #Fanfic continuation

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aliferous-ly · 4 years

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OWU,,,,, PROMPTS TIME BITCH,,,, #7 with intrulogical?

owu….. writing remus is basically stream of consciousness for me and like… yo…. she got long…..

summary: remus realizes something’s wrong with his side of the minescape in the same moment he realizes that logan is gone.

warnings: aight buckle up ; implied breaking lightbulb in a mouth, throwing deadly things at people for shits and gigs, self harm mention, stabbing mention, talking about ripping organs out of body, a. dick, vipers, dismemberment, massacre mention, black plague, rats, puking guts mention, cut nose mention, i’m pretty sure that’s everything like none of this is described it’s just remus being Remus

Remus swears to fuck that Logan is too curious for his own damn good, which is saying something because Remus is usually up for whatever Logan feels like doing. Pouring stuff on a dead octopus to watch its dead body wiggle? Hell yeah! See if someone can actually fit a light bulb in their mouth and take it out without breaking it? Let’s find out!

(So far Remus is 0 for 3, but he has lots of time to practice).

And usually Logan managed to make some sort of twist to make Remus’s fun ethical which strips like, at least 70% of the fun, but Logan is always there, too, which Remus loves Logan, so then it’s fine. And then Patton and Virgil don’t flip their shit as much, which Remus is a little upset about, but Logan has been implying that they’re going to start a prank war soon, which--

Anyway.

Even Remus knows his mind is not a pretty place. He’s proud of how gross and awful and nasty it is, actually, because he has no limits and it’s super fun so he doesn’t know why everyone doesn’t just live like this, except he really does, because it’s really easy to. Get hurt.

Really easy.

And it’s not just because he promised not to mortally or otherwise hurt or maim anybody (Roman is such a killjoy) but he sorta doesn’t want to… hurt Logan. For some reason.

Obviously he still throws shit at him all the time but Logan flips between dodging it or sending it flying back at Remus, both of which are hot as fuck. But Logan never gets actually hurt. They’re just playing around.

Which is why nobody goes into Remus’s imagination. Ever. Point blank. Roman chills there sometimes because Roman like, hates himself sometimes, so Remus has to then pull the reins and then kick him out because his brain is not for others to punish themselves, he would like to do the punishing, thank you very little.

(Although sometimes Roman stops by with a little gift of his own and Remus -- lets it stay. For a little while.)

BUT god Remus keeps getting sidetracked -- well, it’s like this: Logan one day gets up and says hey, sometimes I really want to know what goes on in that head of yours and Remus is like well OBVIOUSLY everyone wants to know what’s going on in my head and that was that. And Remus got distracted by a five pronged fork because -- what the fuck? You could stab somebody with that and nobody would know what was up because five prongs.

And the other day Roman goes oh yeah I granted limited access to my side of the Imagination to the lamer sides and Logan btdubs or something like that. Remus is like mostly sure that’s exactly what Roman said.

And then Remus gets all tingly but not like, the good tingly like when he rips his intestines out or anything, the bad tingly like someone is doing something he really doesn’t like. Which is weird because normally he’s down for whatever.

And then he realizes it’s because someone’s in his side of the imagination and at first of course Remus is all excited, and then he realizes it won’t be fun because they’ll be traumatized, and then he realizes it’s Logan and that Logan will not exit easily because Logan probably went in there purposefully.

Which, hot. But also Logan could actually die?

Because everyone knows: what happens in the imagination Stays. Like that’s why Roman is always wounded. Do they think Roman got hurt and needed taking care of like he has some sort of masochistic care kink? Actually, that’s pretty good, put a big ol’ five prong fork in that one--

Remus thinks that the other sides might be a little worried. He was just chilling in the living room (Virgil screaming was really unnecessary, it was only a little glitter and peanut butter and like the shark was only half alive anyway) when he realized where Logan had gone and he just -- sank out.

Roman buzzes against the corner of Remus’s skull and it, it just, it’s so irritating so Remus reaches in and just pulls part of his brain out and chucks it at the wall. It buzzes angrily like a bunch of bees or locusts.

So Remus goes into the imagination.

And he’s instantly slapped in the face with a giant pink dick which, rude, jesus christ, so he breaks it into a million little pieces. And then takes a step, and falls into a pit of vipers, only the vipers are really spikey and pointy.

So Remus stops.

Takes a deep breath.

And screams.

His voice rattles the very essence of the Imagination, air molecules vibrating and shifting, colors fading into a mush of grey as the world warps and twists before his very eyes.

He spies a golden glowing being, beyond the whirl of Imagination.

More notably, he spies a golden glowing being approaching the door that hides Remus’s intrusive thoughts. Because yeah, Remus says whatever he wants, does whatever he wants, but some shit he just… he gets tired sometimes, okay? Leave him alone! So what if he locks some shit up, maybe he’s just saving it, yeah?

Remus’s yell travels through the Imagination like a ripple in a pond and the door vanishes, leaving a gaping pit and no no no NO.

Remus spirals, sprinting as quickly as he can through the molasses of melting Imagination, because Logan’s over there, if Logan falls in there he will splinter like glass or more likely like a sheet of ice being chucked onto a frozen lake, shattering and glittering and making really beautiful noises but no, he doesn’t want Logan dead, he just--

“LOGAN!” Remus screams, the word tearing from his throat, feeling like it took his very essence with it, leaving his chest feeling hollow and numb and he’s not fast enough he’s just like Roman said that one time forever ago, he’s just not needed not useful.

(A stray thought floats through his head that Roman took it back years later but--)

Remus shoots the thought down.

And he runs, he runs like it’s -- the worst massacre in the world, or the return of the black plague (but this time with more rats). He runs. And the Imagination crumbles beneath Logan’s feet, dropping him into the depths of Remus’s worst thoughts, and Remus has liquid on his face like that time he cut his nose off, Remus flings his arm out, crying (crying? Remus didn’t know he could cry), throat raw.

His fingers wrap around a wrist.

It’s just Logan’s arm, the rest of him is broken and splintered, there’s no hope.

Remus opens his eyes.

Logan turns, gripping Remus’s arm with his other hand, eyes wide. His glasses spiral away, down, never to be seen again -- but it’s better his glasses than Logan, better anything than Logan--

Remus yanks Logan away from the edge, stumbling like he never has before, something heavy and thick clogging his throat, a foreign feeling pulsing through his body. He closes his eyes, a loud sob wrenching from his throat. Warm arms wrap around his neck, a body pressing against Remus and he clutches at Logan tighter, emotions flying from him like fleas.

The Imagination melts around him, fading into his room. He drops and Logan drops with him, huddled on the floor, surrounded by comforting, familiar stench.

They’re quiet, for a few moments.

“I almost lost you,” Remus says before he can clamp his mouth shut. The words are watery.

“I’m sorry,” Logan says. A shaking hand comes up to slide through Remus’s hair. “I didn’t…”

“I’ll show you,” Remus says. He wants to pull away to make the point more intense, by staring at Logan, but he doesn’t have the guts. Literally. He thinks he puked earlier and they all just came out. And he really likes touching Logan so he just holds on as tightly as he can. “If you want. I’ll show you everything -- well not everything some things are not meant to be seen but I can try I -- you -- don’t go there.”

“I wanted to see. I want to see,” Logan murmurs. “What… is that?”

“I’m not telling you,” Remus blurts out, even though he sorta wants to scream exactly what that was. “Not right now. I hate this feeling. Don’t do that again.”

Logan pulls away. Remus tries to chase the feeling but Logan stares him down, forcing eye contact. Well. Not forcing. But Remus loves his eyes and can never look away (and Roman said he’s not allowed to just take Logan’s eyes, so he has to settle for staring at them as much as possible).

“I won’t,” Logan says, brushing his thumb under Remus’s eyes. Remus stares at him. Maybe Logan wants his eyes too. Remus would do anything for Logan, and he’s ripped his eyes out before. “I promise.”

Remus replies by burying his face in Logan’s shoulder. He believes Logan he’s just -- needs to settle. Which isn’t something he ever thought he’d say, but.

Seeing Logan like that…

Remus never wants to see it again.

I’ll fix this. He’ll make sure it never happens again.

For now, though…

Remus presses his body against Logan.

For now he’s just going to exist.

#intrulogical #lowkey therapeutic to throw this on a page ngl #i was like is this too intense? then i go wait it's remus there's no such thing #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #brabbles #HEED THE WARNINGS PLEASE #body horror tw #i'll just use that bc yeah

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hbosscreations · 4 years

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Here is my @redvsbluesecretsanta gift for @ bi-vampire this year! They asked for a Freelancer fic with vampires and some Carolina/York or North/York, I hope that they enjoy it!

Carolina bit back a snarl as she rattled the door of the cage she’d been unceremoniously shoved into by a blonde haired vampire with purple leather pants and a dark green tank top. Sure, Carolina was glad to not have been out and out murdered instead of being captured, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t absolutely livid about the situation.

The cage was small, leaving Carolina slightly hunched and unable to sit or even properly stretch her legs.The sound of jingling chains pulled Carolina’s attention back to her partner, the reason she was trapped in a cage in the first place.

“York.”

“Yes, Carolina?”

York’s chains clanked as he shifted toward her. Why she’d ended up in a go-go cage and he’d ended up chained to a chair was beyond her, but it was more than a little annoying.

It was a temporary situation at best, she knew, they that didn’t mean she was happy about the two of them being captured. They’d gotten out of tight situations before, but this was a bit much.

“Do you remember what you told me before we left?”

“Maaaybe?”

Carolina flicked the padlock on the cage, letting the heavy lock bounce off of the metal bars over and over again.

“About how you’d done your research? About how this was just a little nest that needed to be taken care of, and we totally didn’t need backup? About how we were going to be doing a stake and run and be back home for dinner?”

He at least looked embarrassed about his screwup, which was appropriate, but not entirely helpful given that they’d been captured and bound by the very vampires they’d come to clear out.

“Yeeeaaah?”

York twisted his hand and ran a nail over his wrist, scrapping it against the skin until a small flap lifted, slowly peeling it away to reveal a tiny lockpick set hidden against his skin. He flipped the tools into his hands and got to work on the padlock chaining his wrists together and attaching him firmly to the metal chair bolted to the floor.

“When we get out of here,” York looked up to Carolina with a grin, “I’m thinking Chinese food. Something with crispy tofu. You?”

“If we get out of here, I am going to retrain you. You are going to pray for death by the time I’m done with you.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Carolina!”

He struggled with the padlock, twisting the tiny tools around, his smile going from cheerful and carefree to something sharp and distressed. Just as York thought he might be close to getting it right, one of the picks fell from his fingers and bounced out of reach.

York groaned as Carolina leveled a frustrated glare.

“If I die here my father is going to kill you. If I get turned, he will stake you himself.”

“We’re not going to die here, Carolina. I have a plan.”

The door creaked open and the two snapped their attention to it. The blonde vampire that captured them slipped through the door and crossed her arms as she leaned against the wall, watching the two trapped humans. York felt a shiver building in his spine and Carolina bared her teeth.

“Relax, hunter, no one is dying today. Tomorrow, maybe, but not today.”

She’d caught them scoping out the place just after sunset, and before Carolina could pull her stake, she’d been tossed into a cage and York was strapped into chains.

Neither hunter had expected a vampire that old, that capable. Carolina’s father had trained her to hunt vampires since she was a child and her mother was killed in a vampire attack. She didn’t get surprised. She just didn’t.

Until she did.

York blinked innocently at the vampire, hoping his charming smile would distract her from the pick on the floor and from Carolina trying to murder her with the heat of her glare alone.

“Um, miss vampire? Maybe this is a stupid question, but…well, is there a reason I’m chained up? Aside from the obvious?”

The vampire swaggered over, smirking, and ruffled York’s hair before patting his cheek with just enough strength to make his cheek sting.

“You mean aside from keeping you restrained so you can’t murder us? Consider yourself a present for my brother. He likes idiots, and he needs to know how easily his ‘impeccably maintained perimeter’ was broken.”

Carolina felt her hackles raise as the vampire circled York’s chair before she slowly sauntered to Carolina’s cage and leaned against the bars with a wide smile.

“It’s cute that you think you’re getting out of there by pulling on that lock.”

“It’s cute that you think that purple hair and leather look is still relevant.”

“Really? You’re going to be that kind of chick? You’re going to rag on my hair when I’m literally wearing Barney the Dinosaur shades of purple and green? I mean, that’s your choice, but there are plenty of other things to criticize. At least my dye job looks good, Red. You might want to touch up your roots, btdubs, they’re looking pretty sad.”

The door creaked open again, and York blinked hard.

Another vampire moved into the room, moving directly to the vamp nearly pressed against the cage, and tugged her back by her wrists.

“South, is there a reason you’ve got humans in chains?”

She spun around and pulled Carolina’s cell phone out of her pocket, waggling it in front of his face.

“We’ve got hunters, North. That ‘little problem’ you’ve been trying to handle has caught the attention of people looking to murder us. If you’d let me handle it-“

“Thank you, South. I’ll take care of it. Is there a reason you bolted a chair to the floor?”

“He seems like your type. Now, can we please figure out who’s encroaching on our territory and drawing attention to us before someone competent shows up and tries to stab us with pointy sticks.”

York had clearly missed something during his research, such as the fact that the vampires he’d seen in the area were probably not the vampires destroying the nearby town. After all, no intelligent vampire did the kind of destruction that York had been tracking.

It drew too much attention.

And now, thanks to York’s shoddy research, he and his girlfriend were about to die.

North stepped up close to York, tipping his chin up with a chilly hand, and smiled down on him.

“Did you really think you were going to come here and kill us? That I would allow you to kill my sister? Destroy my family? No. Not today, not ever. I don’t enjoy killing, but I will not hesitate to rip the two of you to shreds to keep my people safe.”

York’s Adams apple bobbed nervously as he swallowed.

“I’ve been tracking a group of vampires eating their way along the coast. The trail led here, so we decided to take a look. And by the way, we are competent, we’re fully registered vampire hunters, and we’re very professional.”

“York,” Carolina hissed through gritted teeth, “Shut up.”

What was he thinking? Carolina was sure that her half blind idiot was about to get their throats torn out by a pair of angry vampires.

“Hey, I’m just being honest, and if honestly has the potential of keeping us alive, I’m a fan.”

“You think being licensed vampire hunters makes this better?”

Carolina’s lips curled unpleasantly. She understood what he was trying now, and while she was sure it was an incredibly stupid plan, he’d started it. They were committed.

“It means we don’t kill indiscriminately, but we can and will kill should the need arise. It means we are very careful, and it means that if we do not check in soon, there are people who will come looking, and they won’t be armed with just a few measly stakes. They also aren’t going to wait for you to tell your side of the story.”

Both vampires looked unimpressed at Carolina’s declaration, but she didn’t need them impressed, she just needed them spooked enough to let her or York free long enough for one of them to deal with the situation.

She knew she could take both of the vamps, Carolina excelled at multi-enemy fighting. York was capable in his own right, but it might be more of a struggle for him alone. He just needed to get the keys from the vampires and free Carolina. The rest would be cake.

“Papa North?”

The room stilled as the door slid open again, revealing two children as they entered. The little one, another blond with bright red eyes and a purple top clung to the elder boy’s hand.

“Delta,” North’s voice had the gentlest hint of scolding to it, “Theta, this isn’t where you two are supposed to be, and you know that. What’s going on?”

“We’re hungry,” Theta whined.

“Aww! Carolina, look! Babies!”

York grinned and wiggled in his seat, looking excited to anyone who didn’t know him, and terrified to Carolina. Carolina’s gut twisted in horror as she realized exactly what they’d stumbled into, and despite his pleased tone she knew that York was doing everything he could to hold himself together.

Babies wasn’t the right phrase, one looked to be a teenager and the other looked about eight years old, but that wasn’t the worst part.

They weren’t turned. The bright glow to both sets of eyes gave them away as natural born vampire children. Purebloods. And where there were two, there would be a nest.

It was no longer a mystery why these two were so nervous, it was now more of a question as to why they hadn’t just killed their human captives outright.

The little one detached himself from Delta and climbed North’s leg all the way to his arms and curled up their.

“I’m hungry, North. Can we eat now?”

York shot a look at Carolina before gently rattling his chains, catching the attention of the green-eyed teenage vampire. He glanced between York and the tiny lockpick that rested between his feet.

“Not now, Theta, but in just a few minutes. Come on, you two, go back to the nursery. South, can you take care of this, please?”

“I am not a fucking babysitter, North.”

But she plucked the boy from her brother’s arms and as she led the two out of the room, Delta gently kicked the lockpick over to York’s chair nonchalantly before the door shut behind them.

North leaned over and picked up the piece, tucking it into his pocket.

“He thinks he’s so sneaky. I won’t tell him otherwise, or he might actually get creative enough to fool me. Now, let’s deal with this situation so I can feed a flock of very hungry fledlings.”

North smiled a little tighter and fished a key from his pocket.

“We are aware of what’s going on, and we’re working on it. No need for hunters, licensed or unlicensed to come in and threaten us.”

He moved over to York and started unlocking the padlocks on York’s chains, letting them fall to the floor in a heap.

York blinked.

“You’re unchaining me? Why are you unchaining me when you can rip out my throat so easily while I’m chained up?”

North smiled and pulled York to his feet, dusting off his shoulders and nudging him toward Carolina’s cage before he opened the padlock and swung the door open wide.

“You came here to find out what is killing people, and only an idiot would think we would draw that kind of attention on ourselves with little ones around. Do some more research before stumbling into nests, or you may end up eaten by those of our kind who are more interested in making a point than either I or my sister are.”

He shooed Carolina and York to the door, letting a hand stroke gently along York’s spine before going to the second door and shutting it behind himself.

Carolina and York shared a look.

“That was interesting.”

“What just happened?”

Carolina put her hand on York’s shoulder and turned him toward the door, hoping to god that this was real and they weren’t about to be surprised and devoured.

“Why?”

“They don’t want trouble any more than we do. Come on, if we hurry, we can pretend we were just on a date any my father never has to know that we were almost murdered.”

“I like that plan.”

South glared at her brother as he watched the two humans race out of the mansion on the security cameras. They were going to have to move again to make sure they didn’t get return with backup and kill the nest.

He turned and smiled gently at South, leaving her rolling her eyes and sighing in frustration.

“You let them go.”

“I did.”

“Are you high? Did you eat a human with drugs in their veins? Are you full of cocaine and marijuana right now? Do you need an intervention?”

He cradled Theta carefully as he stood, the little vampire playfully biting North’s shoulder to remind his caretaker that he was still hungry.

“No, South. I just don’t feel like keeping prisoners, especially when we have plenty of willing donors so close by.”

“And you thought the cyclops was too cute to eat.”

“And I thought York was cute.”

#redvsbluesecretsanta #bi-vampire #fanfiction

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