When I say I want a birthday card I'm not talking about the LI's. I'm talking about MC's birthday card. They already have they own, why not give one to her? My girl deserves this. It would be a multibanner and could be released in the LADS's or Infold's birthday for don't leave space for discussions like: "why they released in this date?", yk?? MC is represent us so I think they will not give her a birthday date and if they would release one card for this they could do it in the game's birthday so it would be a celebration for it. I want it because I want to see what they would prepare for her, something betewen the two or a party with her friends, what they would give to her, this type of silly and cute things. It's not a BIG or diferent idea, it's very simple but I never saw someone talking about this, and I just want this
just a little drabble i thought of. not sure if i want this to be apart of the book that iâm never going write, but i think it captures this characterâs obsessiveness pretty well. i donât think it gives too much away, but itâs also a little rough around the edges.
ugh, i hate my word usage, itâs so boring đ« anyways, hope at least one person enjoys this as much as i did writing it
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Is it really so wrong of him to want her? To want to return to those early years for their lives where theyâd run through the gardens together. To get lost in the underbrush, only for the servants to find them both curled together, covered in dirt but looking so content as they rested from exhaustion. It couldnât be, right? It couldnât be wrong, it was only natural. He had loved her then, almost as fiercely as he loves her now. And yet, she hated him.
Hated his voice, his scent, he presence, hell, even the thought of him seemed to make her skin crawl. That was never the feeling he wanted to invoke from her. No, no he wanted her love, her care, her attention. He wanted to be the only one, the only thing, that consumed her every waking moment in the same way she consumed his. So why? Why couldnât he convince her to forgive him?
He hadnât meant it, hadnât meant to break everything the way the he had. The flowers were just so pretty, and they reminded him so much of her eyes that he thought them wasted in the dirt. Why keep them there when he could gift them to her? Help her place them in a little vase to look at until they withered, and repeat the cycle over and over again until she only ever thought of him when she saw them. The way he thought of her.
He hadnât heard her, honest. Hadnât payed attention when she mentioned their importance, not when the sight of the largest tree heâd ever seen rest at the center. A tree so big he could only think of trying to climb it with her, to see what the world looked like from the top. The two of them, at the top⊠looking down at everything the way they were meant to⊠together.
It haunted him. The dreams, no, nightmares. The screams and the sounds of bones breaking and blood hitting the floor and her heartbroken wails and the blood rushing in his ears as he tried to force himself to moveâ it haunted him. It was his fault, the thought consumed him. His fault. He brought her pain, even if not with his own hand, he had. His fault. He brought her suffering, her disgrace. His fault. He almost brought her disinheritance, almost had her stripped of her titles, her duties, her privileges. His fault. Her ancestry. His fault. It kept him awake at night when he could only silently pray that sheâd forgive him one day. That one day sheâd take him back into her arms where he felt he belonged. The only place he had ever truly felt he belonged. And now⊠he was locked out, the key to solace nowhere to be found. He had written letters, tried to apologize to her with tear stained papers and remorseful gifts, but after a few years of no answer he gave up.
No, not gave up. Refocused, regrouped. He would come up with something. Something genuine that she wouldnât be able to refuse. Not if she loved him. Did she love him? He loved her. So much. So much he wondered what heâd be if she didnât exist. The answer usually concluded with a simple, yet firm, âthen I wouldnât either, for I exist for herâ. He believed that. Not that she existed for him, no no no, that was too overzealous, too entitled. But he existed for her. To love her, to protect her from those that would diminish her, would tarnish her. He existed solely for her. He just needed her to understand that. But how?
He had witnessed the dog closing in. He got closer and closer every day, threatening to claim the spot by her side that once had his name etched into it. Now it was faded, barely even a memory. He had to get it back, had to find a way to get her to forgive him. He couldnât live like this. He wanted her, no, needed her. He needed her. Needed like the merpeople needed the water, whether fresh or salt. Needed like the vampires needed blood, or the telepaths needed minds to read, things to control. Like he needed the wings on his back, which he had determined would be what he would shield her with. Would be what he would lift her high into the sky with until her own were big and strong enough to lift her on her own. And even then, heâd fly with her, and when the time came, when sun finally set on them both, heâd fall with her.
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Eh, could use some work, but the ideas there for the most part. Sorry if thereâs any typos, I typed this out really quickly on my phone because I needed to get the idea out in some way. anyways, again, hopefully you enjoyed, if not then too damn bad I guess.
GUYS!!! IM A FUCKING GENUIS!!!! THAT THIRD TO LAST LINE IS WHAT THE FUCK I NEEDED!!! AHHHHHHH!!!! HEâS GONNA USE THE WINGS AS SHIELD AND NONE OF YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHY THATS SO FUCKING FIRE AHAHAHAHAHA
just a little drabble i thought of. not sure if i want this to be apart of the book that iâm never going write, but i think it captures this characterâs obsessiveness pretty well. i donât think it gives too much away, but itâs also a little rough around the edges.
ugh, i hate my word usage, itâs so boring đ« anyways, hope at least one person enjoys this as much as i did writing it
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Is it really so wrong of him to want her? To want to return to those early years for their lives where theyâd run through the gardens together. To get lost in the underbrush, only for the servants to find them both curled together, covered in dirt but looking so content as they rested from exhaustion. It couldnât be, right? It couldnât be wrong, it was only natural. He had loved her then, almost as fiercely as he loves her now. And yet, she hated him.
Hated his voice, his scent, he presence, hell, even the thought of him seemed to make her skin crawl. That was never the feeling he wanted to invoke from her. No, no he wanted her love, her care, her attention. He wanted to be the only one, the only thing, that consumed her every waking moment in the same way she consumed his. So why? Why couldnât he convince her to forgive him?
He hadnât meant it, hadnât meant to break everything the way the he had. The flowers were just so pretty, and they reminded him so much of her eyes that he thought them wasted in the dirt. Why keep them there when he could gift them to her? Help her place them in a little vase to look at until they withered, and repeat the cycle over and over again until she only ever thought of him when she saw them. The way he thought of her.
He hadnât heard her, honest. Hadnât payed attention when she mentioned their importance, not when the sight of the largest tree heâd ever seen rest at the center. A tree so big he could only think of trying to climb it with her, to see what the world looked like from the top. The two of them, at the top⊠looking down at everything the way they were meant to⊠together.
It haunted him. The dreams, no, nightmares. The screams and the sounds of bones breaking and blood hitting the floor and her heartbroken wails and the blood rushing in his ears as he tried to force himself to moveâ it haunted him. It was his fault, the thought consumed him. His fault. He brought her pain, even if not with his own hand, he had. His fault. He brought her suffering, her disgrace. His fault. He almost brought her disinheritance, almost had her stripped of her titles, her duties, her privileges. His fault. Her ancestry. His fault. It kept him awake at night when he could only silently pray that sheâd forgive him one day. That one day sheâd take him back into her arms where he felt he belonged. The only place he had ever truly felt he belonged. And now⊠he was locked out, the key to solace nowhere to be found. He had written letters, tried to apologize to her with tear stained papers and remorseful gifts, but after a few years of no answer he gave up.
No, not gave up. Refocused, regrouped. He would come up with something. Something genuine that she wouldnât be able to refuse. Not if she loved him. Did she love him? He loved her. So much. So much he wondered what heâd be if she didnât exist. The answer usually concluded with a simple, yet firm, âthen I wouldnât either, for I exist for herâ. He believed that. Not that she existed for him, no no no, that was too overzealous, too entitled. But he existed for her. To love her, to protect her from those that would diminish her, would tarnish her. He existed solely for her. He just needed her to understand that. But how?
He had witnessed the dog closing in. He got closer and closer every day, threatening to claim the spot by her side that once had his name etched into it. Now it was faded, barely even a memory. He had to get it back, had to find a way to get her to forgive him. He couldnât live like this. He wanted her, no, needed her. He needed her. Needed like the merpeople needed the water, whether fresh or salt. Needed like the vampires needed blood, or the telepaths needed minds to read, things to control. Like he needed the wings on his back, which he had determined would be what he would shield her with. Would be what he would lift her high into the sky with until her own were big and strong enough to lift her on her own. And even then, heâd fly with her, and when the time came, when sun finally set on them both, heâd fall with her.
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Eh, could use some work, but the ideas there for the most part. Sorry if thereâs any typos, I typed this out really quickly on my phone because I needed to get the idea out in some way. anyways, again, hopefully you enjoyed, if not then too damn bad I guess.
I really loved your career day fic and I was wondering if you could do a Shut up mom fic with the same lineup with nanami tho if you write for himđ„ș đđ
Shut up, Mom!
Tags: teeth rotting fluff, mostly crack, cursing, jjk men as dads / fem!reader
An: I would be delighted to write this anon :) my requests are open, loves. If you want me to write a specific idea, definitely ask and Iâll try to deliver on it! also, if anyone wants to be on a taglist please let me know. So, I gave Sukuna a kid in this one because I didnât really see Yuji calling you mom or him dad. Yuji calls you two unc and auntie :)
SATORU âą SUGURU âą TOJI âą SUKUNA âą NANAMI
SATORU
âAoi, did you take out the trash?â You ask your nine-year-old son while trying not to giggle. Aoi has recently discovered pranks, and he suggested playing one on Satoru. You couldnât help but think that was an amazing idea.
Your husband was leisurely sitting on the couch, playing a game on the console he and your son shared. He was able to see you from his peripheral vision while you and Aoi were in the dining room. He didnât seem to be too intrigued by the conversation, but Satoru is a chronic eavesdropper. He canât help it with his technique and all.
âNo, mom. Why canât you do it?â Aoi plays his role perfectly, even throwing in an annoyed groan at you. Gojo cut his eyes towards you two, but he stayed silent for a moment. He knew this was your battle to face, and he wasnât usually the disciplinary parent anyways.
âBecause I told you to do it, Aoi. Itâs your chore.â You say, putting on a serious voice as you would if he had really been sassing off to you.
âUgh. Shut up, mom!â Aoi yells with a dramatic eye roll.
Immediately, you hear the game console cut off. It seems like you two had garnered Satoruâs attention. Footsteps carry into the dining room, and your all too tall husband leans against the doorframe.
Aoi sees his father, and his eyes widen. Your little actor. He then tries to walk off, but Satoru easily put his hand out against Aoiâs chest, preventing him from going anywhere.
âWoah, woah, woah, there little man. Who do you think youâre talking to there?â He interjects as his hands slowly unwrap his bindings from around his eyes, letting you know that heâs about to get serious.
âSheâs getting on my nerves, dad!â Aoi continues to play the role, even though you can tell that heâs scared shitless.
âHey, look at me.â Satoru says as he bends his knees to be eye level with Aoi. Your son complies with his dadâs order. âI donât give a shit, okay? Never, and I mean, never tell your mother to shut up unless you intend on fighting me afterwards. She says to take out the trash, you say yes and take out the trash. Do you understand me?â Satoru says as he holds his sonâs shoulders, squeezing them a bit so Aoi knows heâs not fooling around.
âBecause I donât think you want to fight me, do you?â Satoru questions. His blue eyes beam in the light, making your son nervously sweat.
âBaby, itâs just a prank.â You quickly interject with a laugh as you gently nudge your husband away from your son.
âYeah dad, I was just acting!!â Aoiâs nervous gaze flutters into an adorable smile.
Satoru rolls his eyes and playfully laughs along. âYou two are too silly, makinâ me turn off my game for this.â He shakes his head as he wraps his eyes back up.
âYou were like gonna hollow purple me!â Aoi shouts with an excited laugh, and he reenacts Satoruâs cursed technique.
âYeah, I love your mom a little too much.â Satoru responds with a grin up towards your direction.
SUGURU
Mimiko and Nanako are coming into their teen years, and recently, theyâve been obsessed with the idea of TikTok. After seeing the âshut up momâ prank all over, they knew that they had to play it on Suguru.
You, of course, agreed to help them pull off their little shenanigan.
âYou two are not going out. Itâs a school night.â You chide at the twin girls, giving them a small wink as Suguru was enjoying a cup of tea while sitting at the breakfast bar. He was scrolling mindlessly on his phone, reading the news or something like that.
âMom, please. Everyoneâs going.â Nanako pled and even threw in a small pout.
âYeah, who cares if itâs a school night?â Mimiko chimed in.
âGirls.â Suguru warned as he normally did when you were having to deal with the twins. He didnât like the idea of the girls ganging up on you.
âI said no. I bet you two didnât even do your homework yet either.â You carry on, eyeing the two girls as if they were really in trouble.
âUgh! Mom, shut up!â The girls somehow managed to say in sync. The two had obviously practiced their lines.
The tea glass hit the counter, and Suguru a stood up from his seat on the stool. âHey. I donât ever want to hear that kind of language in this house, especially not to your mother. Got that?â He said as he eyed your daughters.
Your husband was a bit of a strict father to the girls. He really just wanted them to turn out good, so he was the main disciplinary figure in the house.
âDad! Sheâs-â
âAht.â He cuts Mimiko off, and starts to walk up to the girls. âI didnât ask. Apologize to your mother this instant. Then, go upstairs and do your homework. You two are grounded from going out for at least a month.â
âSugu, itâs a prank.â You say as you canât hold back a laugh from how angry he got that quickly. âItâs a prank, sweetie.â
Your two girls were nodding quickly, holding their hands out in surrender. âWe saw it on TikTok!â
Suguru rolls his eyes at the three of you. âThat app is no good for you.â He quietly chides. âDid you two do your homework?â
Mimiko and Nanako exchange nervous glances, and they both run up to their rooms to get it done.
Your husband laughs quietly and shakes his head before sitting back down on his stool. You walk over towards him and card your fingers through his long hair. He lets out a long exhale of contentment while leaning his head into your touch. âWhat are we gonna do with those two, hm?â
âLove them and try our best to teach them.â You softly respond before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
TOJI
Toji is a pretty laid back dad. He lets you take the lead on a lot of the parenting aspects, since it comes to you more naturally than it does with him. However.. he has his moments.
âMegumi, come help me do the dishes.â You say to your 13-year-old son. Heâs in that weird stage of puberty where youâre his best friend one day and his worst enemy the next, which means he sometimes agreed to play pranks with you.
âBusy, mom.â He mumbles at the table as heâs trying to learn the hand signs for one of his shikigami. He was left learning this stuff on his own since Toji wasnât a sorcerer, and you werenât apart of the Zenin clan. You had no idea how to do the hand gestures.
âYou can do that after youâre done helping me, Gumi.â You say as you turn on the kitchen sink. Your son doesnât even acknowledge that you said anything.
Toji eyes him from his seat at the dining table, waiting for his son to comply.
âGumi. Get in here.â You finally say after a minute of him not responding to you.
âShut up, Mom!â He raises his voice at you, and immediately, Toji is on him quicker than you could respond.
âWhat did you just say to your mother, brat?â Toji grits as he stares down at his teenage son. Megumi looked back up at him mortified. âI brought you in this world, and I will take your ass out of it if I hear you speak to your mom like that again.â
âBaby, baby, baby, itâs a prank!â You say as you rush over to Toji. Megumi cracks a nervous smile, and you gently nudge Toji back.
âItâs a prank!â Megumi shouts as he leans back away from Toji slightly.
Your husband lets out an annoyed grunt. âYou two play too much. Gonna make me kill my own son.â He says as he releases Megumiâs shoulder. He walks back over to his seat at the dining table and smacks your ass on the way back.
SUKUNA
âRyu, come take out the trash!â You yell to your son. He recently brought up the idea of pranking Sukuna by yelling at you to shut up in front of him. You had urged your son that this was a bad idea, but he was persistent.
Sukuna was sat at the dining table, eating whatever Uraume had prepared for him. Usually, Uraume handled the trash as well, but you distinctly told them to leave it.
Thereâs no response.
âRyu! Trash now!â You call out again in a more frustrated tone.
Sukuna is biting his tongue at this point. There is nothing that he hates more than insolence, especially towards you. Youâre his queen, and he demands for all to respect you, including his son.
No response.
âRyu!â
âOkay mom! Shut the fuck up!â
All four of Sukunaâs eyes widened, and he put down his fork. âDomain expansion. Malevolent-â
âItâs a prank!â You shout as you spin to look at Sukuna quickly. Your son is standing behind you, quite literally trembling in fear.
âYeah- itâs a p-prank, dad.â Ryu stutters out.
Sukuna narrows his gaze, and he looks between the two of you. âFoolish.â He grunts. âBoy, come have a seat.â He commands, and your son reluctantly complies.
âIf you ever pull some shit like that seriously, Iâm not afraid to start over and make a new kid. I got nothing but time on my hands.â Your husband says while eyeing your son.
âRyuâs a good kid, Kuna.â You assure him as you walk over to your husband and rub on his shoulders a bit.
âMmm, for now.â He mumbles, and he nods his head to the trashcan. âTake the trash out.â
NANAMI
Your husband was sitting in the living room, enjoying his âlazy Sundayâ as he called it. He had a cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. He couldnât help but feel incredibly grateful for the life he was living right now.
He had everything he ever dreamed of: a stable job, an amazing wife, a small family in a loving home.
You were sitting next to him, casually rubbing on his thigh through his pajama pants. You and your daughter had been texting about playing a prank on your dear husband, and it was finally going to happen.
âHana, did you fold the clothes like I told you to?â You call out to your daughter as sheâs in her bedroom. Nanami turns a page in his book, still not paying too much attention.
âMom, Iâm doing something!â Your daughter yells back.
âHana, get in here and fold those clothes!â You shout back, getting a bit more serious. Nanami lets out a small sigh as he places his mug on the coffee table. Heâs normally quick to nip Hanaâs attitude in the bud.
âIâm busy!â
âHana!â
âOkay mom! Just shut up already!â She finally yells as she storms into the living room. Nanami shuts his book and immediately stares down your daughter.
âWhat did you just say?â He asks as he sits up from his cozy position. His jaw tightens a bit as he glares at Hana.
âI just told her to shut up. Sheâs being overdramatic.â Your daughter continues, playing her part perfectly.
âWhoâs her? Your mother? Youâre telling my wife to shut up?â Nanami says as he starts to stand up.
âItâs just a prank, Ken!â
âDad, itâs a prank-!â
You and your daughter both shout nervously, and Nanami looks at both of you confused for a moment. It then clicks in his head. âGod, donât stress me out like that.â He chides as he relaxes back on the couch. He wraps his arm back around you and picks up his book again.
I do not care if itâs sfw. You STILL need to tag it regarding whatâs in it. Tropes, fluff, they held hands, whatever.
You need to include content warning and tags before every fic you post. Even if itâs the most boring vanilla fluffy piece, DO IT. Some people have gotten too comfortable not tagging their fics, and then donât know what to do when they get in trouble for it.
And obviously if you ARE writing nsfw or any sort of dark topic, need I state the obvious?
Donât give these fandom police a reason to complain about us. Your best defense is TAGS and WARNINGS before the fic. Why? Because then itâs THEIR problem if they chose to ignore the tags and read it anyways while knowing there are things they wonât like. The blame is off you and they canât use it as a reason to bash fetish/kink, dark and dead dove writers.
Iâm saying this for your own good. This is to protect yourselves. Do your due diligence.
Thrill of the Chase (NSFW) - Rip has always loved the thrill of the chase.
 If You Want Me, You Can Have Me - They say that Rip Wheeler doesn't have a heart.
Stay Tonight - Rip asks to stay the night.
Use Your Words (NSFW) - Rip teases you.
Clover - Rip comforts you.
The Good & The Bad - Rip gives you every single piece of himself.
The Vet - Rip comes face to face with a nightmare.
The Train Station - Rip takes you to the train station.
Nightmares - Rip struggles in the aftermath of Gina's attack.
The thing you love about sleeping with Rip is the feel of his heated flesh against yours, the way he wraps himself around you, clasping you close. He buries his face into the curve of your shoulder, his beard rubbing against your bare skin as he tucks you into the shelter of his chest.
Heâs been protective since the Becks, fierce and territorial. You know itâs a symptom of what happened to Gina, that he dreams about what would have happened if you hadnât got the upper hand on Teal Beck.
âYou need to stop being so feral.â You tell him, placing a delicate kiss to the tip of his nose.  He huffs his response into the hollow of your throat, his lips brushing over that sensitive spot, the one he knows sets every single one of your nerve endings ablaze. âI mean it, youâre going to drive yourself crazyâŠâ
The conversation falls away then because heâs rolling you onto your back and hitching your thighs up around his hips. His hands pin your wrists to the mattress and he stares down at you with those dark heated eyes of his.
âI love you.â He says firmly. âAnd if people know that theyâre less likely to fuck with you.â
âBaby.â You say softly. âI have no problem with people knowing Iâm yours. Iâd scream it from the rooftops if I thought that would make you happy but snarling at other people isnât going to get you what you want.â
âAnd what is it you think I want?â He asks you, his head dipping low, his lips ghosting over yours.
âSecurity.â You say quietly. âStability.â
Underneath it all, that is what this is all about because Rip has never had either of those things. His life has always been in a state of flux, the minute he stops being useful is the minute heâs displaced so he makes himself indispensable.
âAnd how do I get that?â He whispers, his mouth trailing lower, his rough beard dragging over your skin in the most sensuous way.
âYou marry me.â You tell him as your hips arch up against his. âYou say âJen, I canât imagine my life without youâ and then you put a ring on my finger.â
âHoney.â He says, his fingers entwining with yours as he presses you into the mattress. âI donât have a ring but what I do have is a heart that beats only for you, now if youâd kindly oblige me by saying youâll be my wife so I can ruin you in these sheets, Iâd be mighty grateful.â
You laugh then and if it ainât the most beautiful thing heâs ever heard he doesnât know what is.
âYes.â You say as he captures your mouth with his. âIâd love to be your wife.â
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Btw I think the most heartbreaking difference between zayne and rafayel is this:
Zayne is terrified of what he might do to the MC; he is scared of losing control of his evol and hurting her would kill him. He's scared of losing control of his feelings, of letting her see a side of him that he himself is scared of. He's scared of what he feels, of the need and lust and what if she sees who he is and can't look at him the same way she always did? But on the other hand, how longer can he mask these feeling behind the façade of the reliable doctor? How long until both his mask and the ice crack him open?
On the other hand, Rafayel is terrified of MC; under all that snarky and sassy attitude he is scared of what she might do to him, and most importantly, he is scared beyond belief of what he will let her do to him, because he would let her do everything. And even when he wants to turn away, leave her, he can't. He could save both himself and his people, but he can't; and she doesn't even have to ask, he'll do it, do everything for her. He will suffer, let his people suffer, the people who worshipped him and called him a god.
Sylus Monster Dick Agenda: The Facts + Dragon Sylus Mating Headcanons (at the end)
Alright, so you saw Sylus is now a dragon. Awesome. Beautiful. Now I've already seen people discussing him having hemipeens and I wanna come on here and explain how they'd actually be working. It's fine if you make headcanons on how his dick would be (and if you do please state they're a headcanon), but if you're gonna be a monster fucker who wants to fuck actual hemipeens, make sure you've done research on how they work.
Hemipeens:
So obviously there's a lot of different reptiles out there, and their hemipeens are generally in the same wheelhouse, but with the sheer amount of species out there, it's impossible to cover them all in a quick post explaining how to write them in your erotica. We're going to be focusing on lizards for this, because they're the closest to a traditional western dragon which is what Sylus appears to be (if you wanted to do a more traditional Chinese based dragon, they'd be somewhat more akin to a snake and lizard hybrid) I'll also briefly cover a snake's though, just in case.
Lizard Hemipeens: A lizards hemipeens (focusing on bearded dragons) are normally more lobed in appearance. They're shorter but, in comparison to the rest of the body, are large in shape.
Lizard Hemipeens: Have spikes or ridges on them that help secure the female during mating, They're not extremely sharp, but if the male is being too rough during mating, or it takes too long, it can definitely cause discomfort. However, keep in mind, this is when mating with another female lizard, which have adapted to be more resilient. If it was a human, it could be a different story.
Lizard Hemipeens: Are stored in a cloaca when not mating. It's a flexible muscular structure to house the hemipeens. When mating, the hemipeens turn everted (inside out).
Lizard Hemipeens: Sit side by side, and have a small space between them. They aren't just like two dicks next to one another. They also vary in appearance, but most of the time they're more tubular.
Lizard Hemipeens: Are only out during the mating process. In fact, if they're out for too long it can cause a prolapse.
Snake Hemipeens: Generally more elongated and looks more like a cylinder. Snakes have more of a need for longer insertion in order to breed their mate, unlike a lizard.
Snake Hemipeens: Also often have the small hooks or spines to help keep their mate in place. Just like lizards, these don't often cause injury in the female unless it's too rough or mating takes too long.
Snake Hemipeens: Other than the little hooks or spines, a lot of species hemipeens are more smooth, however species like a boa or python have more texture to them.
Snake Hemipeens: Tend to have a more forked appearance on each of the hemipeens on the end. The hemipeens are also closer together on the body, but still sit side by side.
Snake Hemipeens: Are houses in the cloaca, like the lizards and a lot of other reptiles.
Key Differences: Lizard hemipeens tend to have have small ridges or spines, while snake hemipeens may have hooks or spiny structures.
Key Differences: Lizard hemipeens tend to be flatter and more lobed, whereas snake hemipeens are more cylindrical and elongated.
Key Differences: Snake hemipeens are generally longer and more narrow than the shorter, more compact hemipeens of most lizards.
Mating Seasons
In general, reptiles will mate when the weather is warmer. During the cold months they tend to be more lethargic. Of course in captivity this can change, but overall, you're looking at spring and summer for mating.
Lizards: Tend to mate in the spring when it's warming up.
Snakes: Will normally mate in spring or summer once they get out of brumation (a period of dormancy similar to hibernation for cold-blooded animals), Generally they'll go into their mating season right after brumation.
Mating Behaviors
Keep in mind, during mating, Lizards and snakes only use ONE of their hemipeens for mating. It depends on the positioning of their mate when they mount them. Sometimes if the "run out of juice" they can use the other hemipeen as a last resort.
Lizards: Will become more territorial and aggressive towards other males during mating season.
Lizards: Males will often slightly change color during mating season, bob their heads, and wave their arms to attract female mates.
Lizards: Mating is normally kept shorter, only being a couple minutes long.
Lizards: Can scent during mating, but it's a secondary thing. They rely more on visuals.
Lizards: Will sometimes bite during mating in order to lock the female into place.
Snakes: Male snakes will compete with other males for the mate, often fighting, wrestling, etc.
Snakes: Will leave scent trails for their mates and vibrate their tails to attract females.
Snakes: Mating can take a few minutes to a few hours.
Snakes: Rely heavily on scents during mating. They have the Jacobsen's organ on the roof of their mouth that allows them to pick on on other snake's pheromones.
Snakes: Biting in snakes is more common during mating, and can happen before and during copulation.
OKAY! So that's just a fucking rundown on anatomy and mating habits. Now how to incorporate this into your monster fucker stuff for Sylus.
Writing Dragon Sylus Dicks
Sylus as a character has shown to be very caring towards the MC, so I don't think he would ever purposefully harm her. So during mating these are some things I can see happening (Disclaimer: all these are headcanons based off facts on reptile anatomy and mating behaviors):
Dragon Sylus: Would scent his mate and the area around her, even if MC doesn't understand why or can't smell it at all, it would put him at ease.
Dragon Sylus: Would be more gentle with biting as to not cause serious injury to MC. He might break the skin slightly, but overall they'd be very shallow.
Dragon Sylus: Would be a bit more territorial of MC and try to keep her away from other males only during mating season. During the other times he'd allow MC full autonomy. If MC stated she didn't appreciate it, he would explain the reasoning so she'd understand the difference in species.
Dragon Sylus: Would only fuck MC with one of the hemipeens and be gentle so the hooks or ridges don't cause harm. Would do several check ins to make sure she's okay.
Dragon Sylus: Could hypothetically go for several rounds depending if he's more lizard or snake like, but would be reading MC's body language and words to know if she'd be able to handle it.
Dragon Sylus: Would be the king of aftercare. He'd patch up any wounds he inflicted to prevent infection, make sure MC is fed and taken care of, and if it was uncomfortable he would try to find a balm or numbing cream and now fuck MC for days until she's fully recovered, and only then he'll touch her if she gives him the 'okay'.
I mainly had to write this because I saw a post about someone saying the hemipeens would both excrete different things (one would be a numbing agent, the other is cum). Also how at the end it would glue the vaginal canal shut essentially which is such a non-con thing. Can you imagine if that happened? Infection? Death. Just so another male can't go in. It made no sense. Everyone is free to have their own headcanons, but please STATE IT AS SUCH.
And if you're going to have a rough Sylus who fucks MC and harms her during the process, fucking tag your shit. That is a Non-Con situation, and nobody on here has been tagging their Non-Con Sylus content. Tag it. Warn about it. TAG YOUR SHIT PROPERLY!!!
But ya, there you go. How it would logically work for a Dragon Sylus smut.
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