quick and dirty banner, lmao, but it does the job. In theory, this will provide a guide and links to all the different major posts I've made and some rules/info about myself! If hyperlinks don't work, let me know. I don't exactly do these often.
Warning, it is a little long, but I wanted most information to be found here for easy reference.
Current avatar was commissioned from @cebwrites !
Commissions are [OPEN]
Me: I'm currently 26 years old, and I usually prefer female pronouns, but I really don't care if you call me casual nonbinary/masculine pronouns either. I've been a casual anime fan for years, starting with Sailor Moon and Pokemon. I'm pretty easy going in general. I'm also double-demi and no, I will not debate it with you, this is not a democracy.
Rules: I am perfectly fine with people asking questions or requests, all I ask is that you don't be a dick and if you send me private messages instead of an ask, understand that I will block you if I think you're just a bot. So try to avoid saying "Hello" and nothing else for a whole day.
I don't do role play, please don't try to get me to engage in it.
If you ask about +18 subject matter, like the 12 days of Thirst Trap event I did for Christmas, I expect you to be at least 18 and with your age in the bio, assuming you're not asking anonymously.
I do write fanfiction (I have an AO3). I'm primarily into One Piece, Undertale, My Hero Academia, Legend of Zelda, and I'm stuck in the first season of JoJo (don't ask me unless you want very long rants) at the moment. I also make art, usually just jewelry for characters (digital, I don't make physical jewelry), and am willing to do requests for specific characters.
Any +18 content will have the tag "Hand Lingerie", reblogged, if I ever do, will have "second hand lingerie" until Tumblr makes it illegal. Now just some variation of "Smut" because somehow Tumblr never learns. Might bring back "Hand Lingerie" but idk.
I can and will reject requests if I'm not comfortable with them, and I will block you if you try and push me to do it anyway. I'm doing this for free, so I have no obligation to complete these requests if I don't like them.
Any asks about when I will update pushed back the chapter (once finished) by a day. Rude asks about when I'll update the next chapter pushes back the update by a week. This effect does stack, so better hope you're the only one and I don't forget I had a completed chapter unreleased.
But if you'd like I have a Kofi!
No go's, hands down, anything involving bodily fluids often found in toilets. Sexual content explicitly involving minors. I will add to this list at will.
Jewelry posts
One Piece
Ace
Marco
Thatch
Sanji
Jinbe
Sabo
Buggy
Shirahoshi
Whitebeard
Unrelated
Demisexual/Demiromantic
OC request
@secretsnailor OC
@jordan-star OC, OC Art 2
Misc Art
OC Requests
@animeangsteng Night Out
Unrelated
Nikia OC Alt Fruit
Ambitious 3 SI Friend Group
Nikia Character Reference in OP
Nikia Work Uniform
Nikia startle (for fun)
NikiaXThatch
Headcanons
One Piece
(One Bed)
Marco
Ace
Luffy
Sabo
Road Trip
Roast Sessions
Thatch (One Piece)
Nami (One Piece)
Teach (One Piece)
Ace/Marco (One Piece)
Tony Stark (MCU)
Shitpost headcanons where I thought too hard
One Piece
Can Ace get Drunk
OP Hot Ranking is canon to me
If Ace and Mustang were fused
Where are their nipples
Marineford crack
Honey Slime Thatch (One Piece)
Ace is a Gremlin Ready to Fight
Luffy Awakened Devil Fruit Thoughts
Mystery Flesh Pit Is Good Actually
My Writing
Confess (One Piece Thatch)
The Red Lady (OC without plot in One Piece)
Exquisite Control (Ace is Scary)
OC Character Design and World Building
When the Sun Goes Down (One Piece)
Powdered Sugar (Thatch/(OC/SI)) Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3
@secretsnailor To The Letter (Whitebeard/SI)
@marco--the--phoenix Count Us Lucky
Wanted Woman AU (F!Ace) Pt. 1, Pt. 2
A Lone Melody (ongoing), also available on AO3
Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Complete), AO3
OC Experiment Blog (One Piece)
+18 under tag, minors DNI
12 Days of Thirst Trap 2021 (One Piece)
Day 1 - Thatch
Day 2 - Nami
Day 3 - Law
Day 4 - Perona
Day 5 - Marco
Day 6 - Robin
Day 7 - Ace
Day 8 - Alvida
Day 9 - Izo
Day 10 - Tashigi
Day 11 - Sabo
Day 12 - Hina
Day 13 Raffle winner @wildfandom - Katakuri
Extra Gift for @secretsnailor - Whitebeard
December Event 2022 (mix of SFW and NSFW)
One Piece Smut
Cream of the Crop (Thatch) - Pt. 1 gender neutral Reader, Pt. 2 Female Reader
Another idea that instead of introducing Yuki in the story with her asking Chase to watch beef, it's like, a week tops. Z-Team has rumors of a new member joining after paperwork gets through and someone mentioned Chase getting a visitor just before the announcement.
And then they start seeing this... Fucking ghost around the office?!? Not often. But Sonar is the first one to see her and everyone (including him) assumes it's a drug hallucination.
This small kid in a thick, wool cape jacket combo. Hair white as snow in an elaborate braid, eyes pitch black with flecks of ice in them, and a blue tinged skin tone. She looks like an expensive, unnerving doll people drop fat stacks for with a limited edition run and certificate of authenticity signed by the company owner himself. She quiet and there's this icy chill everywhere she goes.
They hear the newbie on their team has invisibility powers. They assume its legitimately a god damn ghost.
Yuki hears all this, and she feels bad but also thinks it's kinda funny. Z team is NOT the only ones assuming this shit. But she's not handling Robert's accident well and mainly just wants to quietly exist for a while. Chase thinks it's hysterical and worth any bullshit villain kidnapping for the jumpy z team shenanigans alone.
Eventually, Visi shows up and they're all baffled because that is NOT the little ghost girl they'd eventually started psyching themselves up to work with. Flambae was notably disappointed not to have a kid to mentor, stating how good it would look on record if he officially was being paternal or some shit with a ghost child.
Visi is just glad for the distraction until she recognizes Yuki as Robert's adopted kid (Shroud ABSOLUTELY knows about her, but his beef was never with kids of heroes, just Mecha Man).
Eventually, they get a call to save Yuki from a kidnapping attempt. Not sure who, but they get to see her playing with her ice while she waits, making little Mecha Man figures. Maybe they comment, thinking she's a stan, before it's revealed she was all but adopted by him before his accident.
(May be covering for the fact that Robert's name is on the paperwork, may be for a plot point that he hadn't actually adopted her yet officially)
That member eventually explains to the others that she's not actually a sad ghost girl, she's just... A sad kid. With weird fashion taste for California.
She makes her own clothes and Cali is so hot she layers her ice to stay cool without freezing the SHIT outta everyone around her or letting her blood boil. Her education, housing, and medical needs are government funded since they're studying several aspects of her. Mainly blood cause it's copper and perfluorohexane among other things. It's a genuine powerhouse of unconventional chemicals to adapt to the extreme cold of her body. Won't get into TOO much detail, I'm not a biochemist or whatever, but yeah... They're studying the shit outta her.
I imagine Phenomoman went through something similar initially, as well as most aliens or creatures. There are laws. Rights. Stuff like that. She's not being taken advantage of. It's VERY STRICTLY CONTROLLED, especially since she's a minor. But, as long as she cooperates, she'll be compensated for her 'work'. Maybe a government contract to do support by assisting in fire control (localized rain/snow) and maintaining refrigeration needs during black/brown outs. Mainly by making ice to keep critical things cool. Shit like that. She's not the only one doing this shit, by the way.
You can't tell me they wouldn't have carefully monitored alterations to the environment to help contain wildfires. Among other stuff.
She DOES need government clearance to change the weather to a certain, wide spread degree. No spontaneous snow days. Too risky for the local climate.
Basically, Yuki scares the SHIT out of them all while she's depressed but this sad, shy, lost child grows on them all.
Flambae STRUGGLES not to bitch that Mecha Man is her favorite hero, for all that he fully admits the man IS a great hero. He's good with kids, at least. Prism congratulates him on his restraint, while the others run a bet for how long till he cracks.
They are VERY touched when a dispatcher slips and falls onto his ass while calling them freaks, specifically Mal. They know it's her because of the ice slick that suddenly melted away and the way she was glaring at the man. Chase quietly tells her she can't be doing that, but she plays very innocent and asks what he means? Does he mean helping someone else get something from the vending machine when it falls short? They paid for it! They should get it!
Alt version of the chapter I have yet to decide on where Nikia plays a high stakes game of hide and seek from an Eden raid party
She gets no warning. The Eridians wait too long trying to decipher the Eden code babble and don't want to interrupt Ryland's class, so Nikia is just chilling. Relaxed, zero G, playing the kalimba (or maybe she grabbed her violin).
Simon's listening and hears them interrupt and hauls ASS up there.
Only to finally arrive and she's chatting about the ship and astrophage, serving the raid party snacks like
"And I can't say the 'fishing trip' was our brightest moment, but you can't make scrambled eggs without cracking a few shells! oh! Isn't that right, Si?" And they just turn, horrified to see a Simon looming in the doorway. Nikia smiling and perfectly fine.
Debatable if he still kills them. Might ask Nikia to go get something from the elevator and 'handle' them.
Gotta get Non-Ryland meat somehow.
"... Did you seriously think they were guests?"
"I panicked! And then I wasn't sure how to ask 'hey, are you here to kidnap me?' so I just kept rolling with it!"
"..."
"In my defense, I didn't think they'd be able to dock without the Eridians letting them..."
"Next time, you're going to have the beefiest fucking rock as a guard. I thought I'd have to steal Mary to chase after you."
A redo of an art piece I did almost a year ago (sometime August last year apparently)! Project Hail Mary themed and more... Realistic colors? I mean, my hair isn't blue in the new version and I don't have wings, but I did keep a little homage for them cause I still really like the pose as it was!
Old version!
And the 'new version' that's basically a slightly different pose (I struggled timing the stretch right lol)
Hairs a little out of date on length, but I actually really like the whole thing.
It's a weird form of therapy to recontextualize myself like I'm... Attractive? Actively? Even when I'm not exactly presentably dressed and such.
This is not compliment fishing btw, I've genuinely hated most of my body for most of my life. Used to wear hoodies and jeans even in the Midwest summer heat at all times. The idea of wearing a t shirt anywhere but exclusively under a hoodie would make me cry in middle school. Now I wear one around the house and even shorts. I even wear short sleeve polos at work.
It gets better.
Sometimes you just need a... Change of perspective.
Mephisto paused, allowing his pen to dip into an inkwell as he blinked heavily. Eyes burning in the candlelight, no longer certain what language he had just written in. The dark letters were immaculate, of course, but the looping whorls and swirls made him rather dizzy trying to decipher them. Surely this was meant to be in a particular demonic dialect no one has used outside of academia in centuries, right?
His office was quiet. Windows drawn, door shut, and every inch neat and tidy as it had been some hours ago when he set to work. Meticulous and orderly as it should be… yet it was missing a crucial element. Something to distract him just as much as his paramour pushed him to properly fill out his paperwork and tend to his duties. It wasn’t like Mephisto didn’t know where Kirin was.
He knew exactly where his cute secretary was.
Not by his side—which was exactly the problem.
Sure, it was because the man was an incubus and needed to feed on other souls beside his own to be healthy. And Mephisto wanted Kirin very healthy indeed—but did it have to be… other people?
Could he not do this one, simple thing and defy all known laws dictating demonic lives and their bodies and subsist only on what he provides?
Couldn’t be such a terrible ask, could it?
But no… it really was. Even demons as powerful as himself had limits, damn the circumstances or wants. And oh… did Mephisto want. It was truly a terrible affliction to have—this wanting.
Sighing, Mephisto put everything away, some dark thread spinning in the back of his mind. Returning to his quarters as the scant fibers gathered into a tether, tugging his idle thoughts to something that would ease this aching. Heart or loins or both, it hardly mattered where his lover is concerned. Same either way.
It wouldn’t do to imagine Kirin with some late night snack—he’d broken several pens entertaining that train of thought before. But still… were they as good to Kirin as him? Did Kirin make those sweet noises and sultry looks with his meals as he did in Mephisto’s bed—and anywhere else Mephisto sees fit to have him?
Surely Kirin’s taste wasn’t that atrocious? Eventually, someone has to do it as well as Mephisto can, if only just for one night.
Maybe even better.
The thought was a vile, insidious whisper. His fangs grinding against each other in protest, wishing that warm stretch of skin was before him so he could sink in deep until Kirin confessed the truth.
That he belonged to Mephisto in all possible ways and would never crave another until time itself unwound. And even then, the powers that be would have to pry their hands apart.
He slipped between silk sheets, already debating how best to shatter Kirin’s resolve until his unsuspecting lover was confessing all sorts of things when he noticed the calendar on the wall. It was a silly thing, plastered with baby animals for every month of the human calendar year with reminders scrawled on it. A personal reminder, rather than the official one in his office. Anniversaries, special dates, and other such things.
That thread sang with potential.
Deep, burning jealousy banked as though drowned in ice water.
When Kirin returned, freshly bathed—Mephisto hated the smell of others in their bed, what a good boy, always remembering—he was met with soft kisses along his shoulder and the intimate brush of an invitation in his ear. A brief flash of suspicion in his gold eyes before it was shrugged off. It wasn’t unusual for Mephisto to spoil them, after all.
And a few weeks at a luxury resort was hardly a difficult ask, now was it?
So now they’re here. Basking in the sun on a balcony with the ocean waves crashing somewhere below on a pristine, white beach. Sea salt on his tongue as they sip margaritas while debating how best to spend their afternoon. Kirin, of course, thought it would be nice to go down to the beach and truthfully, Mephisto was charmed by the mental image.
There would be sunscreen, of course, and a need for willing hands to apply it.
The alternative was masseuses in a private room, but, really, Mephisto came here to get away from the image of another’s hands all over Kirin. He was perfectly capable of a massage himself if that was so desired. Not that it was part of the ultimate plan, though.
Surely, Kirin must be getting so suspicious by now?
Mephisto wasn’t well known for keeping his hands to himself, after all. And it’s been nearly three days of nothing more than a kiss here and there. Maybe a little squeeze of Kirin’s ass when the incubus picked a book off the floor. A slow stroke down that delicately arched spine as they lay in bed after a long day of nothing more strenuous than sea breeze and sunshine. His behavior had been down right saintly, all things considered.
What a strange change of pace for him.
It wasn’t that Mephisto never thought deeply of their relationship before. Truly, he often thought too much of it. From those auspicious beginnings with a contract and curiosity to the turbulent resentment that followed.
He could still remember seeing the redness on Kirin’s skin, holy burns shimmering with divinity of words alone as the wayward demon read scripture to preserve memory in suffering. He didn’t even know you could do that. He hadn’t understood it at the time, not really. Even now, Mephisto doesn’t get why anyone would do that to themselves. Holy energy repels his entire being, after all, and he’d never been so fool as to burn himself on a flame and go back for more of the same.
Things had certainly mellowed out with time and Mephisto was quite thankful for it.
Mephisto let a small pool of sun cream gather in his palm before working it into Kirin’s shoulders, moving down and out with firm pressure. Simply enjoying the delicate shiver of muscles when he playfully snapped the strap of Kirin’s cute bikini top. That earned him a wry glare but little comment besides. Teasing just a little and flicking a glob of it onto Kirin’s nose before rubbing it in with his thumb, mindful of his nails. Watching Kirin side-eye him with a soft smile as their faces drifted closer.
Lips meeting soft and slow, pressing together until Mephisto could feel the sun cream smear onto his own nose. The sensation warm and tacky from the heat on Kirin’s cheeks, though not unpleasant somehow. Mixing with the fairly mild alcoholic buzz and tang of salt from the rim in their shared kiss. Something sweet on the back end, perhaps the fruit samples Kirin pretends not to pick from when Mephisto also pretends not to look.
Truly, Mephisto tolerates a lot with the simple addition of being Kirin’s attached to it.
Hot sand shifted beneath their sandals, knees meeting a soft beach towel as one of them finally stopped pretending they wanted to stand even a moment longer. Mephisto wasn’t even sure who faltered first. Was it Kirin? Who’s whole body shuddered as Mephisto’s tongue traced the delicate arch of his upper lip? Or Mephisto who felt the earth shake with the quiet, muffled mewl for more when their teeth clicked together?
Perhaps the afterburn of incubus spit going down his throat? Oh—but that excuse didn’t really work after the first decade of their affair meeting bedsheets.
Either way, it ended with cotton digging into Mephisto’s skin as he kneeled over Kirin, hair splayed out beneath him in a fetching wash of ebony and silver streaks. Cheeks flushed with warmth and a devilish glint in his eyes that Mephisto found so terribly distracting, even now. Then it slipped through, like a poison dagger.
Did he look this delicious in a cheap stranger’s bed?
There was a time this insidious little worm of a thought would have ruined his entire day. And everyone else’s around him as well.
Instead he combated it with another.
Even if Kirin did, they’d never keep him like Mephisto could. Did.
Who was he kidding, after all?
Like there was anyone who could love Kirin like he did?
Love… love?
What a strange thought.
Mephisto chuckled, slipping to the side and hefting up Kirin with a snide grin as he raced to the waters before Kirin could stop him. Arms tight under Kirin’s knees and behind his back as the cool ocean waves smacked his shins and seeped up to his waist before utterly launching Kirin into the water with a wild laugh. Choking on his mirth as Kirin sputtered, flailing before simply standing, utterly drenched and furious with that sharp smile that made Mephisto’s heart stutter.
All before a wild chase, that, naturally, led to them both being utterly soaked and panting into the sand for air. For once, winded for reasons outside the bedroom.
Kirin laughed, wiping at his face as his tongue idly played with the snake bite piercing on one side of his bottom lip, shaking his head as he looked to Mephisto with amusement. Hair wet and draped over golden skin, warmed by the sun and slick.
What an utter mess, Mephisto thought, and how I love him so…
It is said, whispered even among demon kind, that love was as close to divinity that they could get. To have love, to be loved, and to feel love meant they were not beyond redemption yet. Mephisto wasn’t too sure about that—personally, the big man upstairs could stay there for all he cared… he had everything he needed right here. It always seemed like such a fancy word for want in his eyes.
It wasn’t like Mephisto was some crotchety old man, bitter at the world spitting ‘love’ like it was a foul curse.
It just seemed… silly, most of the time.
After all, how could four little letters—in the English language at least—fully hold such sway over people? ‘Fool’ suited such people that let so simple a word dictate their whole lives. Those that let it cloud their thoughts, allowed so much want to drive them to ridiculous bargains that the likes of himself take advantage of, why, it hardly bore thinking about. It never mattered.
Until it did.
Figures, didn’t it? That four letters wasn’t good enough for Mephisto, so he chose five instead.
Kirin…
Oh, what a ridiculous predicament he found himself in.
Perhaps love was in the aftermath. In the shape of someone in your life. Truly, every room seemed a little more dim when Kirin wasn’t there by his side. His absence it’s own entity, it’s own sound. And Mephisto could be easily persuaded to do terribly irrational things if it meant bringing him back once more. Keeping him as long as he is able…
Was this how it felt?
On the other end of that room?
Is this how Kirin felt, holding the worn scripture book, leather slick against his palms? Or even when Mephisto took away the tool for holy fire so he simply recited it from memory? Was it love that burned Kirin’s skin and delicate lips? Is that how mere words bore the weight sin could not contain? True devotion knows no bounds, nor bonds nor restraint. Mephisto had seen it, time and time again.
If love is truly so close to divinity, would Mephisto burn just to hold him close? Did he not already when passion sought it’s only end? In the hands, heart, and body of his lover?
And even if he did suddenly feel holy fire at Kirin’s touch, could he stop?
Would he?
No… Mephisto didn’t think he ever would. Greedy and selfish as he’s always been, those core traits that mark his demonic heritage that he wore so well. They’d be his ruin. Mephisto knew it.
But oh, is it not love that tells you the fire is beautiful as it burns you?
Is it not the same fire that seeps into the soul after an eternity of dark?
Mephisto wasn’t sure anymore.
He’d leave the mad musings about the nature of divinity to priests and scholars—he had no use for them here. No answers that would suit him more than how sweetly he could pull Kirin in close for another kiss before the devious bastard clutched him tight.
And then pitched to the side with howling laughter as they both slammed into the waves below as a final act of revenge for his earlier mischief.
The shadows were long and languid by the time they retreated to the villa, food already set on the table as night fell. Professional service, as expected. It was a lighter fare tonight, as requested, steadily creeping into finger food territory towards the end of their stay. The mood was soft, their faces warm from sun and laughter after a day of play. Really, even if he hadn’t had a plan this entire time, the trip had been a wonderful idea.
Getting his lover out of his uniform was always a wonderful change of pace.
Plucking a grape from one of the serving dishes, Mephisto popped it into his mouth. The flavor was tart and perfect, so he took another and offered it to Kirin. Watching as his gold eyes shifted with a mix of suspicion and intrigue before leaning forward and delicately sinking his teeth into the ripe berry. His tongue slipping under to swallow it whole with a cheeky flick against Mephisto’s fingers.
Unable to help himself, Mephisto chased Kirin’s tongue, pressing down on the soft muscle until he closed his lips and sucked. Eyes still locked with his own.
Amused, Mephisto pulled back.
“Come now, there’s no need to let a good meal go to waste. We’ll have plenty of time for that later.” Rather than be mollified, Kirin just looked increasingly suspicious.
“That’s the fifth time you’ve redirected me—did something happen? Usually, you’d have bent me over the table by now, Samael.” Kirin’s voice was deceptively light, but Mephisto had known the man for far too long to be fooled so easily.
There was an undercurrent of unease in his voice. A strange tension he so rarely had in his shoulders, like he was waiting for something to happen that would devastate him.
Mephisto took a moment to reassess.
This was meant to be a slow burn, a tease until he wrung them both out—incapable of thought let alone words. Bodies collapsed into each other like broken stars, nothing but trembling muscle and pretty mewling. But what would it have looked like from Kirin’s side?
His long-term lover, once-still-sort-of-is-debtor, takes him on a luxurious vacation where they aren’t fucking like rabbits. It’s been days of nothing more intense than tongue when they kissed before Mephisto redirects them. Happy, sure, but not the intensely physical affair they typically share. It’s been centuries but Kirin was still painfully human in some small ways, just as Mephisto is a demon no matter what face he wears or name he bears.
And if they were just humans…
This would look an awful lot like one last good time before it all ends. A high note before the extinction burst.
Kirin seemed to think Mephisto was ending their relationship—absolutely not.
The idea was so foreign and repugnant to Mephisto he nearly couldn’t stop his nose from wrinkling in disgust.
Any demon worth their damned salt would literally die before letting go! Let alone letting go of someone as endlessly enchanting and endearing as Kirin.
Still, this is Mephisto’s fault.
He got too wrapped up in his little plans that he forgot to lay a trail of bread crumbs for his sweet incubus to follow.
Mephisto turned in his chair, scooting closer to properly look to Kirin—the other man instantly alert, gold eyes locked on his with confusion and worry. Their knees brushing as Mephisto let the curve of Kirin’s cheeks rest in his palms, the two of them drifting closer until their foreheads pressed together. Mephisto indulged for a moment, in the soft warmth of their skin, the delicate sweetness of Kirin’s natural scent. Kissed with sea salt and sunlight.
When he opened his eyes, Kirin was relaxed, gaze somewhat hazy as he leaned into the embrace. Sensing the underlying arousal that drifted lazily through Mephisto every time they held each other.
“Oh, my sweetness—you fear our parting, do you not?” Mephisto breathed out, clicking his tongue and massaging his thumbs into Kirin’s cheeks when the man tensed. “Cast those thoughts from your mind. Parting was never my intent. Will never be my intent. All this? For us. To spend time together, just us. Away from silly distractions or duties I care very little for. I simply wanted… to take my time with you. I may, yes?” he asked, voice low and soothing, keeping their lips from doing more than brushing as he spoke. Even if all he wanted right then was to drink deep of Kirin.
He wanted it all.
The things the soul didn’t care to carry—the worries and sorrows. Joys and delights.
Mephisto wanted the cosmos itself to become confused as to where one ended and the other began, so that they could never fully be separated.
“…yes. All the time you need, Samael.” Kirin breathed out, pushing his chin forward so his words smeared into Mephisto’s lips, “I want you to take all of me.”
“Always the plan, my dear.” Mephisto chuckled, taking Kirin’s bottom lip between his teeth lightly before slipping in his tongue. Soft and slow, drawing out precious little sounds before pulling away. His hands sweeping down to Kirin’s waist and lifting him up onto his lap, settling Kirin in place with an indulgent kiss under his jaw. Turning to the table so they may properly enjoy their meal. “But first, food. They worked awful hard on our meal, would be a shame to waste it.”
Kirin pouted but was mollified when Mephisto plucked a honey biscuit and pressed the warm bread to his lips. The two sampling at their leisure, more often than not pressing food to the other’s lips. A biscuit. A ripe cherry tomato. A bite of salad or spoonful of soup. Always with teasing glances and lingering gazes on each other’s lips and throats.
Mephisto was a little embarrassed to admit it, but he was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. Eyes lingering on flushed lips and soft eyes as they considered the next best morsal to present to the other. It was so… domestic. Not even remotely phallic symbolism to excuse himself with. It was just… caring for each other. Arguably sickening and honey-sweet, he’d probably gag if he saw anyone else being this damn ridiculous.
But all he could think of was the pleased hum that vibrated against his skin when he pressed a hearty serving of warm soup to his lover’s lips. The way Kirin’s eyes widened and lips quirked with delight when he nearly purred around a flaky biscuit slipped between his teeth.
They should do this more often.
The chefs would riot. But Mephisto didn’t fucking care, he’d felt less intimate with his cock balls deep in Kirin’s throat.
This was ridiculous.
They were ridiculous.
But the culprits were few when a low whine rang out in the small dining area upon realizing all the food was gone. Kirin seemed put out, at least, so Mephisto knew it wasn’t just him that was disappointed, if nothing else. Mephisto pressed his nose into the warm space behind Kirin’s ear, nuzzling into his hairline.
“Full, my sweet?” he whispered, smiling as a delicate shudder raced down Kirin’s spine.
Kirin grabbed his wrist, pulling Mephisto’s hand up to nuzzle his palm with a sultry look, pressing kisses to the thin skin over his wrist.
“And if I’m still hungry?” he asked playfully.
“Well, we can’t have that.” Mephisto purred, stroking Kirin’s lips with his thumb before lifting him up, carrying him through the private villa until they reached the bedroom. Tossing Kirin onto the bed with a soft chuckle, his claws delicately plucking the waistband of Kirin’s swim shorts. Pulling down under Kirin’s watchful gaze, the both of them trying very hard not to laugh as Mephisto stripped him bare. Bikini top pulled free, the knots already loosened with Kirin’s squirming, beasts soft and pebbled in the cool air. A small, silver stud decorating his belly button that Mephisto couldn’t help but warm in his mouth as he massaged the curve of Kirin’s hips. “I hope you don’t mind me indulging first, my dear.”
Kirin would have said something, Mephisto is sure of it, but any words he may have said were silenced as he fell upon Kirin’s cock. Pressing the swollen length into his mouth, nose buried against soft skin and downy pubic hair. Thighs quaking as they draped over his shoulders, ankles pressing into his back while his chin grew damp from pressing into Kirin’s folds. Teasing the slick opening in a way that drove Kirin wild as his tongue slipped down, letting his cock fall deeper into his mouth as he lapped between folds like he was starving. Slow, sucking pulls until Kirin’s pussy popped free only to descend upon him once more.
Poor baby, Kirin was already on the edge of madness and Mephisto had only just gotten started. Too slow to fully crest over that hill and too harsh to be soothing, that fine line that only someone who’d spent many hours between Kirin’s thighs could accomplish. Soft keens mostly ignored save for the amusing ego boost of having an incubus begging him without words. Traditionally, it’s the other way around, but tradition falls short of reality when Mephisto get’s his hands on Kirin.
Steady, no slower or faster. Nothing to give Kirin what he needed beyond what Mephisto allowed. Sharp nails digging into his scalp doing little to persuade Mephisto from his ultimate goal. The most precious sounds falling free when he decided to delicately fasten his teeth around Kirin’s throbbing cock, hands almost bruising to keep Kirin’s hips from jerking and injuring himself. Mephisto had no intention of hurting his lover, after all… just… relishing.
Dipping his head a little lower, letting Kirin’s cock slip free of his torment to grind onto his nose as he lapped at the dipping slick just beneath it. Sucking on his sensitive folds before his tongue pressed deep—Kirin shrieked, wild and loud when he did so, entire body freezing up on the very edge. And Mephisto backed off, letting his tongue swirl just in the clenching opening of Kirin’s pussy, keeping Kirin pressed firmly into the mattress as his nose merely brushed the throbbing mess of Kirin’s cock. Not enough to let Kirin fully relax, but so achingly far from letting him cum.
Muscles slowly stopped trembling. Spine relaxing as Kirin tried to focus on his breathing.
He knew better than to beg. Begging just made Mephisto worse.
But there was definitely an edge of need as Mephisto picked back up his teasing. Tongue slipping deep, pressing hard against Kirin’s quivering walls as he clenched with desperation. Tail, usually so behaved, curling up his bicep to squeeze. Mephisto chuckled, letting his tongue fall free of the slick he’d been drowning in to press a messy kiss to Kirin’s thigh. Laving and sucking a dark mark there before sinking his teeth into the quivering muscle. Releasing the bruised area to mark a little higher up, mean and harsh as Kirin whined. Pausing after a fourth mark to blow across his exposed folds only to move to the other thigh instead.
They’d heal within the hour, but the memory would last much longer, Mephisto knew. It could be a month before Mephisto grasping Kirin’s inner thigh wouldn’t burn the incubus with the memory of hot teeth and tongue in his vulnerable flesh.
It was only after a particularly harsh bite that Mephisto struck, turning his head and sucking Kirin’s cock hard enough to hollow his cheeks—the result was immediate.
A seizing of Kirin’s whole body, spine snapping into an arch as his thighs shook, unable to process the need to clench with the sting of many bites.
A soft, broken sob before the damn broke. Utterly drenching Mephisto’s chin as he kept going. Harder, in fact, relishing the wild and loud keening as one orgasm bled into another, deeper one. Overwhelming his sweet lover after an eternity of patience.
“Go on, my dear. Give it all to me, let me have every last drop from you.” Mephisto praised, pressing a heavy hand onto Kirin’s belly to free one, letting his fingers sink deep into Kirin’s body. Ruthless and cruel, and Kirin loved every second of it. Sobbing and riding Mephisto’s fingers and tongue. Spiraling deeper as the room grew hot and damp from their passion, skin slick with sweat.
And the entire time it was under Mephisto’s watchful gaze. Pleased and so very satisfied with every flushed gasp and whine.
An ordinary human would be screaming and crying right now.
A typical demon would be trying to run from the pleasure.
But Kirin?
Mephisto’s beloved, keeper of his heart?
Oh, Kirin pressed closer. Body falling apart in an effort to unravel to Mephisto’s satisfaction, faintly aware this was only the beginning of what Mephisto wanted to do to him. What little was able to think, at least. And Mephisto was working very hard to keep that ability as weak as possible.
Kirin didn’t need to think right now.
Thinking is what led him to believe for even a second that Mephisto would let him go. A strange, terrible thought Mephisto was silencing with his tongue so deep in Kirin’s pussy and palm heavy over his womb that if the incubus could do more than weep he’d realize where this was going. Where it was inevitably going once Mephisto thought too hard about others partaking in his body.
Mephisto’s pussy.
Mephisto’s pretty cock.
Kirin would always come back to him, but what if someone else didn’t know that? What if they thought a simple night in the sheets meant something more?
“—can’t have that. Won’t stand it. ‘S why you have to take it all, sweetness. Let everyone know who you belong to.” Mephisto panted, dizzy and drunk on slick cum dripping all over his face. Curling forward like a beast over a meal, like a sinner clutching a pew begging for a sign of divinity. The heat—the heat on his face, was it from the natural warmth of Kirin’s pussy or something else?—he couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted so fucking bad it drove him insane.
This would fix him.
Whatever was fucking wrong with him, this would fix it.
What’s always been off about him, that part he could never stand when left with his thoughts—he could drown it here. Soak it like healing water and be saved from wretched misery.
Kirin was crying out his name in broken sobs, only recognizable by the sheer unlikeliness his vowels and consonants could form anything else.
“Mmmnn—AaAaAHN—Mmm—L-Lor’~! AA-MM-EEHL~!” There was a different warmth present, pressing into his cheeks. Thighs clenching as flickers of healing fire began removing any trace Mephisto had left behind. Mad with hunger for something that lasts, he lashed out, biting hard over a spot that was nearly wiped clean, hand drenched as he fucked Kirin’s trembling body harder. He could taste Kirin’s magic healing around his teeth as he snarled.
Any worry it was too much drowned out by the sheer wave of slick dripping down his wrist. Teeth clenching harder until Kirin screamed, falling apart like his strings had been cut. Utterly at Mephisto’s mercy, fingers slowing down, going from brutalizing his walls to stroking gently. Fangs slipping free so his tongue could chase the ripple of fire. Palm rubbing over trembling womb to sooth his pretty mate.
“It’s okay, ‘m not mad. It’s just… you’re mine. And they need to see it. Every time you have to take another into your bed, I want them to burn with envy knowing they’ll never have you like I do.” Mephisto soothed, tongue heavy and lips swollen with the aftermath of his overzealous passion. “Can’t keep bruises on those pretty thighs but… you’ll keep what I put in here, right?” he asked, voice silk and savage possession as he pressed onto Kirin’s womb with intent.
Kirin gasped, swallowing hard as he struggled to wrap his lust-drunk head around what Mephisto was telling him.
So very generously, Mephisto gave him time, keeping his motions slow and steady. No longer bullying into overstimulation but merely banking that lustful fire for a moment. He watched Kirin catch his breath, eyes traveling down his shaking body and heaving breasts to Mephisto now drenched between his thighs. Grinning as those dazed eyes widened and pussy clenched.
“W-Want it, baby. N-Next heat, you’ll give it to me, right?” Kirin asked, soft and fragile with need.
Mephisto sneered, pressing down harder against the hot space within.
“Why wait till the next one, my dear? When I could just give you one right now?” he purred, laughing as he pulled his hand free, shoving off his shorts and smearing the slick over his cock as he got into position. Looming over Kirin as his pretty, drunk incubus realized what was happening. Looking around like there would be a calendar nearby tracking his heat cycle.
“A-Already?”
“What, disappointed?” Kirin shook his head desperately, arching up into Mephisto needily. Keening as the tip of his cock pushed open his swollen folds. “A little early, but that’s my fault. Was supposed to wait another few days—you know how I get with your cock in my mouth. But you’re ready, aren’t you? To carry my child again? Watch that belly swell with my heir? Bet Yuusuke would like a younger sibling or two.” He mused, watching his cock slip into Kirin’s eager pussy, palms hot on his shins. Pressing his mate open wide until he could see where his tip met flesh. Letting the heavy weight sit for a long moment. Relishing the sight before him.
Shifting onto his knees, Mephisto pressed Kirin’s legs up until they rested over his shoulders. Sinking low onto his belly, linking their hands together. Finally letting Kirin taste the mess he made on his tongue with a low groan.
Kirin tried to wriggle, arching his back to make Mephisto move. For a moment, Mephisto entertained the idea of merely cumming into Kirin and letting the incubus get off that way. Dripping wet with cum and slick on the idea of being bred rather than any action. And maybe he will… later.
For now, he needed to see Kirin lose it with every hilt of his cock. Beg for every thrust with his eyes and open his body for proof he was Mephisto’s pretty mate.
Pulling back, he watched Kirin bite his lip in protest only to gasp as he pressed back in deep. Every breath a brace for another pass into his tight body.
Let Kirin have his fill of other cocks. They’ll never be mine.
The thought spurred him on, jealousy and something covetous fueling his strokes. Eager to prove how much Kirin needed him with every hilt. He whispered his deepest worries into Kirin’s waiting lips.
“Do they satisfy you like I do, my dear? Do you think of them when you lie under me, taking my cock while dreaming of theirs? How hard is it to say my name?” Mephisto asked, baring his soul as he prepared to seed Kirin’s womb with a demonic egg. Tears gathering in his eyes as he licked Kirin’s teeth and throat. “Do you ever wish they were here? Inside you? Instead of me?”
Kirin shook his head.
“Never—even the ones who know what they’re doing—sometimes I pretend you’re watching. T-Telling me how good I am, how generous I am, letting them taste what’s yours. K-Knowing they can’t measure up to-to-y-yooou~! S-Samael! They’re not Samael!” Kirin cried out onto his tongue, whining as he came onto Mephisto’s cock, drenching their thighs with slick.
Mephisto was speechless for a moment.
Then he grinned.
“You are… so generous. So cruel. Knowing that one night is all they’ll ever get of what’s mine. And now, they’ll get to cry into your pussy knowing I filled it so good there’s no point in trying. Aspirational pussy.” Mephisto snorted, burying himself deeper, grunting as a swell began to move deep in his body. “My cruel darling, what a tease for those unfortunate souls. I hope you ruined them like I’m about to ruin you.”
“N-Not ruin!” Mephisto paused, feeling Kirin flutter on his cock. Leaning close, pressing Kirin’s thighs between their chests, grinding his cock in slow motions to ease the swell down his length. “S-Saved me, love. Your love saved me.”
Mephisto moaned, jerking into Kirin’s body as his infernal seed shot out, slamming into Kirin’s womb before sinking in deep. Another already bursting forward as Kirin’s pussy trembled, nearly scalding hot on his aching length.
“That’s—nngh~!—sac-cralidge you know.” Mephisto grunted, pressing messy kisses to Kirin’s face, curious how far gone his lover was.
“D-Don’t care! Y-You’re—shit, you’re filling me so good, Samael!” Kirin whined, trembling as he came hard, body tight as his clenching pulled forth the eggs Mephisto was laying in his willing body.
“Am I, love?” Mephisto teased, panting as he started to lose himself in the sensation of cum and eggs crawling out his cock in a steady march. Soft belly swelling where it met his, as though pushing him away when, clearly, Kirin needed more. “I think you could take some more. W-Want to see you take it till you weep.”
Kirin nodded, eyes clenched shut against another wave of cum and eggs as he keened.
“Won’t all take, obviously. Have all your heat to take more after I just… make room.” Mephisto waited for a pause in his filthy procession, pulling his cock free to let several eggs shoot out in the absence of his length before slamming back in. Railing Kirin into the mattress, shaking his mate and all the heavy eggs inside with every thrust as he laughed. Letting Kirin cum over and over again, pausing every once in a while to pull free and press down on his belly hard while he cried out before returning his cock where it belonged. Eggs crushed and staining the bedding with demonic fluid as night turned to day and back again.
Watching as they fell from spread thighs, Kirin’s face pressed into a pillow as he presented his cum slick folds and ass for Mephisto to watch. Catching one to push it back in, fucking his mate with it as several gathered against the walls of his pussy before letting go. Teasingly clicking his tongue about—
“What a waste, pretty boy. After all that work to give you what you need—oh well. Let’s try that again, hmm?” as he grabbed Kirin’s ass cheeks, spreading them open before slamming into the hilt.
Brief breaks spent sipping cool water and eating light snacks, sitting on Mephisto’s cock until Kirin shuddered, cumming from nothing but sweet words whispered in his ear about how handsome he looked swollen with Mephisto’s gift.
Ending with shaking limbs and a wrung out mate begging for Mephisto to just wait.
“W-Wanna keep them a little longer, Samael. P-Please~” Kirin begged softly with teary eyes, one hand on his swollen belly.
“If we wait, I’ll have to work you up again or it’ll hurt.” Mephisto warned. “Even if you beg me to just take them out.” Kirin whined, arching his back as he struggled to get comfortable with such a heavy weight in his abdomen.
Most wouldn’t take, after all. And they’d only know how many worked by what Kirin’s body refused to part with.
“Alright. Lay down on your side, my dear. We’ll handle it in the morning.” Mephisto finally conceded. Even as exhausted as he was, he was looking forward to making Kirin cry as he forced a majority of the eggs free with orgasm after orgasm.
Every so often I pick Yuki back up and consider what to do with her.
I have fun concepts but am unsure how to best utilize them.
Like, it would be fun if she had a running vlog, but she's shy? Why would she have one? Recreating fashion is interesting but is that really what she likes to do?
With her current timeline in Dispatch, she's quite young when she ends up crossing verses. So she shouldn't have a lot of memories of home, certainly not as many as she did originally when I plotted out her backstory as a 16~ year old in Japan. So it would make more sense if she's interpreting all of this retroactively.
Like, she wasn't told her grandfather was a notorious Russian Mob boss. But she did hear the brutal story of his first, massive ice construct basically snow globing a rival member's entire house until his family executed him for safety.
She doesn't know her mom is basically a serial killer with extra steps (in world anti hero), but she does have a few incidences where her mom readily harmed other people and hid the evidence.
So it would make sense from her perspective that her family turns from a deeply supportive household to a sort of horror story. She's no longer certain if their love would have sustained if she didn't follow in their footsteps or how accepting they'd truly be when they realized she really doesn't like hurting people.
And it's all contextual. She can't ask them. There's no one to turn to about her bio family cause it's an entire universe away.
Wouldn't it make sense if she internalized this conflict?
Robert would definitely help talk to her, but he got swept up in Shroud business. She likes Chase well enough but this is intensely personal. And the Z Team sort of complicates the narrative cause it feels too easy to say they're like her mom--or rather, her mom was like them. Not nice, really, but ultimately people in complicated situations that were doing the best they knew how to do.
So maybe she does have vlogs, as suggested by a therapist to help get over her social anxiety and stage fright. And at first they're random, talking about different things, before getting into costuming. Making models on the fly of character designs to help make sense of them. Making clothes irl for her needs to save money (weather proofing layers so she can stay cool even in the heat).
Maybe Robert has an alert for her blog so he can always see what's going on, something Chase also does while secretly relishing the dog clothing videos and brief cameos from Robert by voice alone. She doesn't have much of a social life, so she spends most of her time practicing her powers by helping ice-related needs and plotting out vlogs. Sometimes catching villain run ins, which always gets a wave of confused views.
I guess I just really like the idea of someone with ridiculous powers trying very hard to be normal while deciding what that means to begin with.
Of course, I'm keeping the planned argument where Robert "Daddy Issues" Robertson the 3rd slams head first into the realization that he's not just "A Legal Guardian" but a full-fledged dad.
After a required hug session and tucking her into bed that night, he caves and texts Mal to pick him up to get hammered cause he needs to speed run his issues before they eat him alive.
Just remembered the most bizarre PHM comment section on Tiktok I've seen so far where, with their full chest, multiple people claimed Eva Stratt had "the purest morals" because she loved humanity more than humans and, so, could never be "morally gray".
This woman nuked the artic.
She, quite literally, kidnapped a man, drugged him with an amnesiac drug, and sent him to die in space. Not just die, too, at best, commit suicide in space or starve to death in the hopes that he might find a solution to save the sun. All this after telling him he has no one, not even a dog, when he said no after being given 3 literal hours to decide. Everyone else on that list had years. He had hours.
No one knew this would work. That's why it was called "Project Hail Mary". And it, quite literally, would not have if Rocky hadn't been there waiting (I will not blame Stratt for this part since she had no way of knowing it would require outside help their over engineered ship could not provide).
Realistically, Doctor Ryland Grace would have spent his last days staring at an alien planet, unsure if the solution was there. Knowing no one cared that he'd die, the furthest that anyone had ever been from home. Knowing they'd all die too, that despite Stratt's best effort with the amnesiac drug, Grace still damned humanity with inaction. Because there was nothing he could do but take his own life knowing he was a failure with nothing.
So, no.
That was morally gray shit right there.
It wasn't even all condensed against one man. (paving over the Sahara and nuking the artic circle to speed global warming and grow enough astrophage for the trip, illegally downloading the entire fucking internet which is soooo fucking funny but still illegal) Which, as we all know, makes okay to commit heinous acts against because Girlboss™
(That was a joke, ISTG THAT WAS A JOKE)
He was the best person for the job.
But he was also just a man, scared to die for humanity not knowing if he would succeed. A man scared of unknown risk. A Ryland Grace who knew the future wouldn't have hesitated. But he didn't know.
No one did.
He had a life, for better or worse, and it's actually very morally gray to sacrifice someone else to save humanity. Especially while emphasizing that they're kind of a loser with no close friends or family to care if he suddenly vanished.
"Morally pure" would have been going herself. She'd had this man yammering in her ear for years now about astrophage, after all. Next best solution if the new, prime candidate would not go.
(There's the coma resistant gene thing, which I don't think she had, but I wouldn't put it past her to spend 4 years awake. Watching over the crew, studying microbiology to further their chances on an incredibly restricted diet or coma slurry).
Eva Stratt did the right thing, but it was not morally right that she did it.
There is no such thing as "morally pure", just people doing their best despite the circumstances.
When they talked about the habitat, it was easy for Nikia to fade out of the conversation because for the most part, the boys had a good range covered. She just wanted a cozy house. Ryland wanted the ocean (after making sure Simon was okay with it) and Simon wanted to grow things (Rocky was VERY confident Erid would be okay with a bigger dome if it meant observing a completely alien habitat).
Rocky, however, would not be dissuaded. He'd make a second, completely dedicated habitat for Nikia if required. Just as he would for Simon.
"Nikia want nothing, question?"
"I'm pretty chill, Rock. A big, cozy house with a soft nest and my favorite people sounds pretty good to me."
"... What did Nikia love most on earth, question?"
"What did I love most? Uh... I liked seeing the stars. I liked bells. Curling up in bed with my heated blanket on--"
"Nikia live in cold, question?"
"Well, we kept the house cold for me, personally. And I sleep better with a little extra warmth. It was about 68 at minimum--uh, 20 degrees Celsius. Meant I could wear a sweater or shorts."
"Like being cold, but want warm, question?"
"I get cold easily, but yeah. It's nice. Throwing on something soft and scented to be a little warmer."
"Place Nikia from cold often, question?"
"No--noooo ahah, not even close. It was pretty warm year round. I mean, the lowest I'd seen the temp was about uh... Like negative 12 celsius I think? And that was just for a short bit in winter. Summers got freaking hot. Like, a solid month or three we were lucky if it dipped to about 26 Celsius rather than 36 or something. And spring and fall were a bit nerve wracking cause it was tornado season."
"What words mean? Words with temperature time frame? Last words?"
"Oh! I guess seasons wouldn't have come up yet, huh? Well, seasons vary depending on location but it's dictated by how often the sun hits where you live. More often it's called 'summer' and the opposite is 'winter' transition between summer and winter is 'fall' and between winter and summer is 'spring'. Most creatures have their reproductive cycles kick in depending on season and how long it takes to gestate. Spring having more births than say, winter, since resources are scarce. Fall is usually when last harvests occur before it gets too cold to grow."
"Oh. Erid have this, but different. Explain later, what last words, question? Thought earth had four seasons, why last one twice?"
"Tornado season? Uh... It's when the most tornados occur due to how the climate shifts. Tornados are a weather phenomenon where air is pulled into a cyclone and it's wildly unpredictable how long, or strong, they will be. We got better at reading weather patterns, but we still can't tell very far ahead when one will drop. Just how likely it is. There's a scale that measures based on the aftermath. Violent tornadoes can strip or rip up trees, wrap cars around said trees, and peel earth and concrete. Some have been seen scarring the earth, clear cutting a path clean through an entire town, leaving nothing standing. Not even grass... It's not fun, but they're strangely beautiful. Horrendously loud though. Remind me to suggest Twister some time for movie night."
"Will not build tornado season in bio dome, statement. Too dangerous. Not care if beautiful, also statement."
"Thanks, Rocky. Once is enough for me."
"...so, what is favorite season, if not tornado seasons in spring and fall, question? Summer?"
"No... I actually love winter. I love watching it snow. Uh, snow is when precipitation freezes high up and falls to the ground without melting. You've seen it, in the movies. Usually around Christmas, big seasonal thing. Too much freezing and it's hail, which is just chunks of ice pelting down--actually, an active hail core during a thunderstorm is an early warning sign of a possible tornado, interestingly enough. The ground has to be cold enough though or it just melts there, but when I was a kid it would snow a ton. Less so as I grew up."
"..would Nikia like it if it snowed?"
"Oh, you don't have to do that, Rocky! I have no idea how you'd manage it, anyway!"
"You've done it now..." Ryland warns with a laugh, "He's going to take it as a challenge."
"Will make snow. Will make fog and ocean and garden--only best for Rocky best friends!"
"Seasons would be nice, actually. It won't be the same, but I bet Simon would like it."
"His garden will be fucked if we do snow, though."
"Then we make a greenhouse and it's fine!"
"I can deal with a greenhouse. Would be better for the plants anyway to control their environment a little more than the bio dome."
It's years later, and Rocky excitedly comes by to wake them early one day.
All three stumbling out, unusually cold.
Rocky chittering and whistling as he and Adrien present it to them.
A gentle fall of snow.
For once, Ryland isn't the one crying and Nikia watches for hours, all of them bundled up together facing the window as the snow builds up.
Elsewhere, Eridians are watching in fascination. Snow being a wholly foreign concept given their ambient living temperature.
So I wrote the next Biblical Greed chapter and uh... Idk man, really escalated the smut there. Might rewrite the sex scene part.
Also still cooking up a comm and I've got the theme down now, so hopefully that's whipped up soon.
So, the original idea is that Simon rescues Nikia after Eden manages to find her hiding spot, killing the raiding party. The elevator ride down, however, is going to be long, so he settles down to take a moment with her. Praising her for hiding so well he was able to take the elevator up to her and she was only just caught when he got there and took care of most of them.
Cause praise kink continues here.
And it naturally devolves into sex because this man has been THIRSTY for his mates and she's rattled and can't move from the scruffing. Earlier that day, she'd been ready to bite him if he touched her, but now they both need reassurance. Well, for him, it's mostly redirected blood lust after successfully 'hunting' for his mate. Similar to the incident with Ryland in the ocean.
And because, despite his praise, he was still close to losing her, he needs to take more. Something that he can claim as 'his' first taste since he let Ryland take the lead in the initial chapter. And she's already pregnant, so...
Sooooo yeah... Anal.
It's anal.
Anal sex and knotting. And she passed out soon after from overstim (only to realize later her ankle and wrist are healed and, despite the ensuing sex fest, she's not NEARLY as sore as she should be. Hinting at Simon's ability to manipulate their bodies at least for healing) only to wake up with Ryland tending to her. And he's a fiend so it goes about the same way it did last time (eats her out before fucking her the same way, we're in that magical place where anal prep is just slightly more 'stretching' than vaginal and nothing else is needed) when she came to in his tender care, where soon after he gets to be knotted like that too, Simon returning from some 'errand'.
(He was asking the Eridians to use the dead bodies for the basis of the cloned meat and storing samples for future clone use like organs and blood)
(He's going to be super fucking smug every time they eat now, even more than before)
And there's also some verbal foreplay about the merits of just... Staying at home in the nest. Specifically to fuck. Rather than work.
None of them would be able to stand it for more than a week, tops, even with pregnancy hormones at play.
But the idea is sexy in the moment.
Anyway, I'm on the fence about the anal. It FEELS right, progression wise because it's a really intense step up when it's not your only option, especially for omegaverse. But idk.
Anal sex, knotting, oral on top of... Is it still bondage if she's not being physically restrained? Anyway, all of that seems a bit much.
Maybe the alt version will be a lot of holding, heavy petting, and praise instead?
Ryland, working on an hour and a half of sleep as he frantically scrawls calculations on his whiteboard.
"So--you see, the odds of running into a sentient alien species is low because of relative size of space, and yet!!! I ran into Rocky, not including Astrophage which technically ran into me--and then, somehow, we manage to find Simon! Who by all appearances is also human but not from earth?!?"
Simon, watching with a fond but slightly glazed expression as he tries to figure out what the various formulas mean. Rocky is steadily smacking his 'head' into his ball, having heard various versions of this meltdown for the past week.
"--i mean, considering the teeth, how human am I really?"
"--Its astronomical! Statistically improbable for anyone to run into this many unique circumstances! And YET!" Rocky screeches at the sudden rise in volume, Ryland trips over his feet while apologizing. On the floor, he blearily looks to Nikia. "We're both normal humans in space, the most vast frontier man has ever known, and we keep running into strange things! Ugh, at least we have each other..."
Nikia freezes, looking askance somewhat awkwardly before trying to hide it with a fake cough.
They all freeze.
"... Nikia?" Ryland starts.
"... Do you have something to confess, angel?" Simon murmurs, oddly threatening for the smooth way his words rumble in his chest.
"...NOPE!" Nikia speed walks away, followed by Rocky rolling desperately behind her.
"What mean? What Simon Grace mean, question? Nikia hide? Hide what? Hide?! From Rocky Nikia hide from Rocky, question?!?"
(basically, Ryland thought he was on a somewhat dystopian sci-fi adventure, only for it to be full sci-fi when Rocky shows up, and then Simon with his post apocalyptic sci-fi... Would be crazy if sci-fi fantasy was right there all along.)
Biblical Greed but heats work the way they usually do in omegaverse
For a good while, it's not a problem. They had birth control that regulated heats and tampered them down to maybe a couple of days where either omega is... Intensely aroused. Cuddly around the time before and after but also quick to trigger. Yeah, even the surgery couldn't fully suppress it, so meds were a good stabilizer.
Omegas are, after all, NOT soft owo babies, incapable of harm. It's lucky they get along so well, Nikia and Ryland that is. Rocky doesn't really register as mate or threat because his scent is literally ammonia unless they get super close and concentrate.
There are brace collars to protect their scent glands when they realize they're getting a little... Overeager during their heats.
Initially, the heats are sporadic and brief but intense. It helps that Rocky notices their bodies acting weird and assists in getting them to the nest to ride it out. Technically, Rocky hates it, but the interior sound proofing is very useful in dampening the various sounds.
They won't die if they don't mate, but it is very... Uncomfortable to be alone.
They manage a few heats before Simon gets there. Spent cuddled up and scenting each other, the height of which may or may not involve grinding they refuse to acknowledge. Just enough sense and growing weakness to prevent them from stripping.
Ryland, even in the 'canon' of this AU, did have a sexually active life and at least one girlfriend who had intense heats. This version is a little more experienced with temporary heat mates, via a service to match participants for convenience.
Nikia continues to be terrible at socializing and prefers the 'self help' route until the Hail Mary.
They did fully make out at least once in their heat haze state, and Nikia proceeded to not look at Ryland for a week afterwards.
Eventually, Rocky forced them to talk and eventually Ryland realizes they're both nearly on opposite sides of the experience spectrum concerning heats and sex. Ryland, for example, isn't ashamed of his desires, just conscientious. Nikia finds the whole ordeal mortifying.
When Simon shows up, his involvement is made very clear of his own volition.
He did, after all, come from a cult where omegas were both reward and reinforcement for the dogma. And he CERTAINLY hasn't 'earned' omega privileges.
He takes to standing guard outside the nest despite not needing to. He's not the least bit ashamed of anything he hears, accidentally or otherwise, and is just happy they're healthy.
If he spends entirely too long fantasizing about joining in, well, he's only a man. Despite his hidden, mutated qualities.
Eventually, it sneaks up on them all, probably Nikia's heat, and he's trapped in the nest by a very chilly and weak omega. Ryland is cautious about approaching in case she's territorial--she doesn't have much experience with her heats with other people, or alphas with omegas coming too close.
She spends the entire time desperately cuddling Simon and softly whining for Ryland, despite being totally out of it.
Eventually, Simon also begs because it's getting to him how sad and desperate she sounds. Only to immediately rattle her entire body with purrs when Ryland is dragged into the nest.
Rocky carefully keeps watch from outside, low-key wigged out with how their innards move during heat.
Simon's ruts were usually violent things. His nervous system stressed TF out and instincts screaming to carve his own safe space with blood and bone if he must. And lost to his rut, he's almost the same here.
But there's notable confusion.
He snarls when someone approaches too fast, but seems baffled when they listen and stop. He's quick to melt though, with some soft words and affection. Licking and nuzzling what he can of their throat while idly grinding into whoever his current cuddle buddy is.
Despite the sexual arousal, none of them mate for the first time in heat or rut.
Mating DOES happen faster, though. Not the breeding, on account of the food issue. And with decreasing frequency as they grew weaker.
Simon keeps practicing, intent on 'fixing' them when the time is right.
He also gets really good at navigating their heats, no matter how aroused they are for it as time goes on.
He especially likes 'bossing' them around during heats to tend to each other while he watches. It really feels like he made it, then, watching them whine and squirm like they couldn't figure out why they felt so good being railed to tears by the other. He's genuinely managed to fuck the heat out of them a few times.
The first time Nikia has her heat, she's mortified and cries because there's not a lot of privacy and it's been so long she's not sure how this is going to go.
Rocky is sort of... Horrified with all the fluid stuff, but it makes sense enough to him how it works. WILDLY inefficient but still!
It's almost funny, because anytime Rocky has questions about the human body, Nikia is willing to answer. Partly to fuck with Ryland. But she's on that emotional high and she's just... Very upset that she has to endure her heat in close quarters with her bestest friends.
Ryland actually steps up a bit and comforts her, ironically very good at it because there have been sudden presentations at school and he's sat with plenty of young teens scared of what it all means now. Even done sex Ed a few times.
He's pretty much a champ at riding them out himself, nesting and self soothing around his heat but otherwise not indulging. But he does participate with Nikia so she doesn't feel alone. Rocky helping by moving bulk bedding around and generally being a distracting goof.
He doesn't tell her about her heat, though. How, when she's at the worst of it and barely able to speak properly, she holds him like he's the only real thing left in the whole universe.
Sometimes crying, but always rubbing. Rubbing her face into his shoulder. Her hand over his back as he keeps his breathing steady. Reciprocating all the while without leading anything. He can easily smell her heat intensify. Arousal building as she curls and rubs her thighs together.
She never warned him, but she fully admitted to never spending her heat with anyone. And her reactions are quite common and natural, actually.
He's a bit ashamed of it, but he slips a thigh between hers and lets her grind onto him with soft whines. Kissing her hair and quietly encouraging her to ride it out. Take what she needs. He knows her arousal is natural. A single, unrelated potential mate so close to her in heat, laying in their nest. As far as biology is concerned, it's already an open invite, human social conventions be damned.
"...Ry... R-Ry, ple-ease~!"
But that's as far as it goes.
He refuses to let her strip past shorts and tank tops during her heat, worried his self control would slip. Gently redirects her when she starts getting too affectionate with his neck and any bared skin.
She's too lost by then to really try anything more than what she's already doing. Would probably react if he tried to leave or triggered her instincts, but he doesn't.
It's not... Quite platonic.
He's certainly not feeling very platonic when she moans as she clenches into his trapped thigh.
But he makes it through and tries not to think about what will happen when both their heats sync up.
When it's his turn, he initially just wants to be held. He enjoys his hair being played with and generally fussed over.
When he's ass over tea kettle in heat though?
Yeah... He grinds too.
At first, she's freaked out. But he just sounds so desperate and pained, she can't bring herself to do anything more than hold him.
"Ki-ahn~! N-Need you! Need you, p-please!"
He's grinding his covered cock onto her hips. On her thigh. Her belly. Wherever he's at when it starts, he finishes with soft whines and stuttered praise. His pants ruined, but he's not surprised when he comes to again. He always just assumed it was spontaneous. Had no idea he was dry fucking in his heat haze.
Together though?
Well, neither remember most of it.
Thankfully, they're both too gone to undress. But that doesn't stop the soft kisses. Desperate tongues. Slow grinding of hips. It's so good, but not what they need.
Not really.
But it's enough. Surrounded by soft heat, soft bedding, and sinking into softer embraces.
They both wind each other up during their heat. Begging and praising in turn as needed.
This, naturally, leads to Simon.
Simon is mean during their heat.
He knows what they need. And he can easily give it to both.
But he's just... So sweet on them. Prefers to watch them go at it for the longest time. Let's them curl up on his chest before drifting close. Pleased and watchful as they start with soft kisses over his chest.
If he's feeling generous, he'll slip his hands low over their asses and sink his fingers into their pussies to really wind them up. Thinks it's so cute how fast Ryland whimpers and gasps, kissing Nikia desperately like she's responsible as she tries to remember anything behind the rigid calluses on his fingers as he spreads her open a little wider.
Once he's gotten over the initial shame and fear, he's not very shy about their heats. He loves riding it out with them. Enjoys pinning one of them down to grind into them until they cum, the other omega squirming like he's fucking them instead. Loves hearing how much they need him.
"Feeling it, pretty baby? So sweet under me, like honey on my cock. Can't wait to take the real thing, can you?"
His rut though?
Initially, as I said before, he was nervous as hell. Scared he'll be violent with them. Hurt them.
Violence is debatable. But he's definitely... Intense. Yanks them into the nest under him, watching the door like he's expecting a demon to pop out. Slowly, over literal hours, he relaxed enough to kiss them all over. Briefly goes to tug their clothes off but is easily redirected after a brief kiss on their bellies.
At some point, he does end up fucking them. More grinding, really. Snapping his hips against them as he wails into their shoulder or hair. Overstimulating himself but refusing to stop. Finishing with a great tremble as he collapses into a deep sleep eventually.
All of this is, naturally, very tame compared to the kind of sex they'll eventually have during shared heats.
Biblical Greed but heats work the way they usually do in omegaverse
For a good while, it's not a problem. They had birth control that regulated heats and tampered them down to maybe a couple of days where either omega is... Intensely aroused. Cuddly around the time before and after but also quick to trigger. Yeah, even the surgery couldn't fully suppress it, so meds were a good stabilizer.
Omegas are, after all, NOT soft owo babies, incapable of harm. It's lucky they get along so well, Nikia and Ryland that is. Rocky doesn't really register as mate or threat because his scent is literally ammonia unless they get super close and concentrate.
There are brace collars to protect their scent glands when they realize they're getting a little... Overeager during their heats.
Initially, the heats are sporadic and brief but intense. It helps that Rocky notices their bodies acting weird and assists in getting them to the nest to ride it out. Technically, Rocky hates it, but the interior sound proofing is very useful in dampening the various sounds.
They won't die if they don't mate, but it is very... Uncomfortable to be alone.
They manage a few heats before Simon gets there. Spent cuddled up and scenting each other, the height of which may or may not involve grinding they refuse to acknowledge. Just enough sense and growing weakness to prevent them from stripping.
Ryland, even in the 'canon' of this AU, did have a sexually active life and at least one girlfriend who had intense heats. This version is a little more experienced with temporary heat mates, via a service to match participants for convenience.
Nikia continues to be terrible at socializing and prefers the 'self help' route until the Hail Mary.
They did fully make out at least once in their heat haze state, and Nikia proceeded to not look at Ryland for a week afterwards.
Eventually, Rocky forced them to talk and eventually Ryland realizes they're both nearly on opposite sides of the experience spectrum concerning heats and sex. Ryland, for example, isn't ashamed of his desires, just conscientious. Nikia finds the whole ordeal mortifying.
When Simon shows up, his involvement is made very clear of his own volition.
He did, after all, come from a cult where omegas were both reward and reinforcement for the dogma. And he CERTAINLY hasn't 'earned' omega privileges.
He takes to standing guard outside the nest despite not needing to. He's not the least bit ashamed of anything he hears, accidentally or otherwise, and is just happy they're healthy.
If he spends entirely too long fantasizing about joining in, well, he's only a man. Despite his hidden, mutated qualities.
Eventually, it sneaks up on them all, probably Nikia's heat, and he's trapped in the nest by a very chilly and weak omega. Ryland is cautious about approaching in case she's territorial--she doesn't have much experience with her heats with other people, or alphas with omegas coming too close.
She spends the entire time desperately cuddling Simon and softly whining for Ryland, despite being totally out of it.
Eventually, Simon also begs because it's getting to him how sad and desperate she sounds. Only to immediately rattle her entire body with purrs when Ryland is dragged into the nest.
Rocky carefully keeps watch from outside, low-key wigged out with how their innards move during heat.
Simon's ruts were usually violent things. His nervous system stressed TF out and instincts screaming to carve his own safe space with blood and bone if he must. And lost to his rut, he's almost the same here.
But there's notable confusion.
He snarls when someone approaches too fast, but seems baffled when they listen and stop. He's quick to melt though, with some soft words and affection. Licking and nuzzling what he can of their throat while idly grinding into whoever his current cuddle buddy is.
Despite the sexual arousal, none of them mate for the first time in heat or rut.
Mating DOES happen faster, though. Not the breeding, on account of the food issue. And with decreasing frequency as they grew weaker.
Simon keeps practicing, intent on 'fixing' them when the time is right.
He also gets really good at navigating their heats, no matter how aroused they are for it as time goes on.
He especially likes 'bossing' them around during heats to tend to each other while he watches. It really feels like he made it, then, watching them whine and squirm like they couldn't figure out why they felt so good being railed to tears by the other. He's genuinely managed to fuck the heat out of them a few times.
okay, Mary in Iron Lung but she's weak at first due to that universe actually being an accidentally made pocket dimension by said god who got too damaged and can no longer undo it. It's cut off from the wider multiverse except a very small entrance hidden in the cosmos, so it took a while to even realize something happened there.
They meant to 'see' their creation's lives in space so far from their intended, natural environment and it basically created a void space, taking the stations with it. Ripping off a part of that god, hence all the uh...
That.
Anyway!
Pillars, as it turns out, have a few duties! They're not always needed. Usually if something goes so wrong it requires their assistance, it's over before something can even be done about it or the inhabitants handle it themselves.
As pillars of essentially the existence of consciousness and the Soul, they can freely traverse into any universe their aspect exists already, which is all but the darkest ones honestly. Literally or metaphorically. Their travel leaves no trace or impact on that universe, meaning they're ideal for fragile universes requiring extra assistance.
Such as the Iron Lung universe!
Simon was right! It WAS just a few space stations that disappeared and everyone else is wondering where they went! And well, a few random space objects and moons. Nothing sustainable. And it will collapse the moment the god finishes dying inside it unless Mary manages to evacuate it, god and all!
So, she gears up (can't take another person, the universe is too fragile to handle the power shift) and is fired off into space in a capsule. Why not just fly off on her own?
Because she has no idea what the people there are like! And seeing a teenager flying through the literal void of space at the would be incredibly alarming!
It'll also function as a test of sorts.
Do they take in this random object? Taking a chance on the unknown?
Or do they try and destroy it?
It'll be difficult to open (requiring someone who actually HAS hope to do so), so what happens when they can't no matter what they try?
She can leave it on her own in a pinch, obviously, but it's easier to introduce yourself coming from a strange vessel than descending upon them like
Anyway!
What no one expects is that... Well, Iron Lung verse is uh
...
Really fucking bleak.
Most people are desperate or zealots or both. There's not a lot of real hope to be found here. Like, what are they hoping for?
The stars to come back? Sure, but uh... It's been a while. I don't think that milk run should have taken this long.
Finding resources, usually requiring raiding other stations?
Dying from something besides hunger, preferably fast?
So yeah.
Mary is actually very out of it and weak initially. Enough that she misses getting picked up by the COI after a close call with an Eden patrol (which dissolved into a territory dispute over the strange object)
The many attempts to test, cut, and identify the metal. (It's VERY useful to have access to multiple alien races who can create "Fuck U No" metal.
Eventually, they start offering rations to the craftiest damn inmates from Eden in the hopes of just... Learning SOMETHING.
And it takes until Simon (who is VERY food motivated) that progress is made.
Got side tracked playing Subnautica 2 but I did do some light mental rewriting for the next Biblical Greed fanfic chapter
Mainly, I kind of just wanted the chase/hide scene to have more tension. There's not a lot of places on The Hail Mary but I did feel like Nikia could do better than behind a locked door. And it felt too quick for her to be found (on account of how relatively small the ship is).
So, I think I'm altering the 'dock' Rocky used to sleep in the nest with a little. Just enough that she can hide in it and crawl out under the floor to buy more time.
She still won't succeed, but she will be buying enough time for Simon to get there before they make a break for it. Partially because they assume they can bait "Si" into coming with them by hook or by crook with Nikia. It... Does not go well.
I do like the current idea that the scruff hold is a lot more effective when the Eden member does it, cause he's actually got practice using it on even beefier folks than her. She's actually low-key immobile and physically numb as she recovers.
And scruffing, by the way, has a higher chance of straight up failing the older the person is. If they're an alpha in rut or enraged. And if they're an omega with their nest or pup threatened. So even if you're really good at this, fuck around, and you will find out. Because instinctively, if the person scruffed isn't properly subdued, they will lash out violently.
Nikia just never gets the chance to.
Simon also is not very human during this rescue, not that she really sees it. The worst she sees is him licking up blood from his stretched jaws with his freaky long tongue. And then licking her face to try and remove any lingering scent. It's sweet but gross, honestly. A lot of nuzzling her throat where it's starting to bruise.
Idk I guess I'll see when I got time to fuck around with it
