Burrow ( June 27th, 2018)

Burrow ( June 27th, 2018)

Rating: EXPLICIT Fandom: Persona 5 Pairing: Kurusu Akira (Ren Amamiya)/Mishima Yuuki, Munehisa Iwai/ Kurusu Akira (Ren Amamiya) Warnings/Contents: PAST R*pe/Non-Con (specifically discussed), Spoilers for Persona 5, Underage romance. Adult/High Schooler, established relationship, A/B/O, Eventual threesome AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15076556/chapters/34954967 Word Count: 11,070 (3/? Chapters)  Summary: After the heat in "Matroyshka" Mishima, Akira, and Iwai find themselves inexorably drawn together. Akira can't help falling for Mishima. Mishima is intrigued by Iwai and wants to learn more. And Iwai refuses to let any further harm come to either of them. How, though, do you fit three very different people into one relationship that will last? The continuation of these three getting together.

~Excerpt~

The older man smirked. “Let’s start with the basics. You ever cooked before?”

Bright eyes blinked in surprise, and his mouth stepped out well before his brain could catch it. “Of course I have!”

Using a microwave to reheat meals counted.

It did .

He knew what was expected of him. Omegas were supposed to be domestic . Cooking, cleaning, babies on their hips...the whole picture. It wasn’t that he was opposed to any of that, he just...well. He was himself, and that meant that he was entirely capable of lighting toast on fire if left to his own devices for extended periods of time. His parents were planning on sending him to one of those omega home ec cram schools as soon as he got a little older, to try and make him more marketable.

“I cook all the time,” Mishima swallowed thickly around the blatant half truth that scalded on its way out. He glanced up into Iwai’s eyes for a moment then cut his eyes to the counter.

Iwai cocked an eyebrow, tasting the anxiety pouring from the kid like a fountain, watching the way he refused to meet his gaze. Far be it for him to rake him over the coals for this. “Alright, alright. So, you know the basic differences in blade types. How each has its own use.”

Mishima slowly nodded, and lifted his head, listening as Iwai began expanding on that. He found himself entranced, not just with the honeyed voice rumbling, or the way the gunsmith’s body moved as he spoke, but with the words themselves. It sparked something in him. He’d always been studious, his parents never had to push him in that direction. He liked learning, liked information and words. He had a knack, even though he never counted it as anything useful outside of testing well. And his anxiety tended to even that out anyway.

My Omega’s Heart (August 19th, 2016)

The epilogue to My Omega, because the idea of their kids, and the effects of feudal era Japan’s version of suppressants long term, wouldn’t leave me until I wrote it all down!

Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin Pairing: Sagara Sanosuke/ Saitou Hajime, background Kenshin/Kaoru Warnings/Contents: A/B/O, MPreg, Troubled Pregnancy, Body Dysmorphia, Fear of Miscarriage AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7814716/chapters/17834737 Word Count: 5,526 (3 Chapters) Summary: It was never supposed to be this hard. You mated, you had children, you loved your life. Nothing ever goes as planned for Sanosuke, though, and Saitou finds himself driving his mate away with his own protective, worried ways. The birth of a child is a happy occasion, the loss of your mate infinitely less so. Especially when you've just realized how much you love them

~Excerpt~

“And one wrong hit, which you are certain to take because you take every hit, and you’ll lose him.” Saitou looked pointedly to the bulging stomach that so worried him, the stomach that Sano’s hands immediately flew to protectively at the very idea. “I don’t want to lose our child.”

“We could make another.”

Saitou’s eyes narrowed and he stood, hearing the fear and posturing in Sano’s voice. He rounded his desk and approached his mate, who stood very still, hands still guarding their unborn. Saitou reached out and stepped in, pulling Sano into a tight embrace, nuzzling into his neck, his Alpha instincts driving him to soothe away the brackish taint of terror in his mate’s scent. Not that he needed the instincts to tell him to.

“Ahou, it would kill us both along with him,” the older man murmured, resting a hand over his mate’s and feeling the warmth of life resting there. “You know it yourself; you couldn’t bear to lose the baby. And I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

My Omega (August 11th, 2016)

My first trip to the Omegaverse, and with an old small fandom no less!, but certainly not the last. I’ve always found deep interest in the dynamic situation, and while this is definitely smut, I had a good time spinning the plot and world my way. This one stuck with me long enough for a epilogue fic!

Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin Pairing: Sagara Sanosuke/ Saitou Hajime, background Kenshin/Kaoru Warnings/Contents: Heat Fic, normal amount of Questionable Consent but only for a second, Identity Issues, Body Dismorphia, Smut AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7739950 Word Count: 4,164 (1 Chapter) Summary: Saitou's back in town, and Sano's gone into hiding as he's struck down by a heat he refuses to acknowledge. He didn't choose to be an Omega, he was an Alpha damn it! Or: Saitou and Sano fuck their way through designation issues, heat sex, and relationship building?

~Excerpt~

“You presented as an Omega in the middle of a battlefield and he didn’t know how to keep you safe.” Saitou was prepared for the jerk and twist of the fighter’s strong body, for the writhing, clawing denial driving the teen mad as he tried to physically escape his own nature. The cop was having none of it. “So he found an apothecary—”

“Stop.”

Had it been a scream, a curse, another reptilian death roll, Saitou would have ignored it. But the absolutely broken ring to that one word, the despair that had flooded and poisoned the strong man, weakening him away to a lifeless form, gave him pause.

“Please. Stop.” Sano whispered, eyes wet as they looked up at Saitou.

“Ahou…” Saitou almost felt bad that it was the name that slipped out, he knew the boy’s name after all but how often did he use it? Besides, it wasn’t really wrong even in this case. “Do you really think you can hide anything from me? You think I didn’t know already?”

Third Drawer (November 23rd, 2017)

This one was based off of my obsession at the time, the Otome game from the web comic Starfighter. An amazing series that I highly recommend to this day. This was another shot at writing a PWP, but again I couldn’t help but build in just a liiiiiittle plot.

Rating: EXPLICIT Fandom: StarFighter Eclipse Pairing: Helios/Hayden, Helios/Encke Warnings/Contents: PWP, M/M, Blind Folds, Stranger Sex, Bondage, Cock Rings, Vibrators,  D/s vibes, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Edging, Topping from the Bottom AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12803748 Word Count: 6,307 (one shot) Summary: Hayden and Helios have been having their little affair for some time now. Tongues are all awag. But when Helios is late for a scheduled report to his commander, Hayden sends Helios to a punishment the fighter will never forget.Because, in reality, Hayden knows just how to motivate his fighters.

 ~Excerpt~

A strong hand pressed against his lower back,  before running up the column of his spine, sending gooseflesh up over his arms and allowing a whine to escape, before it firmly grasped the back of his neck. Warm, whiskey scented breath blew over his ear, sending shivers through the fighter’s body as Hayden spoke.

“Have I ever done anything that would cause you harm?”

The fighter bit his lip, before firmly shaking his head, only for the hand at his neck to squeeze more tightly. “No sir!”

“Don’t forget your manners just because we have company,” Hayden admonished. His hand eased up and stroked down Helios’ back again.

For a moment, Helios felt like a show dog.

And he liked it.

He sat up straighter, jutting his hips out more, letting the scowl melt away from his face to something more...deviant, and excited.

“Why don’t you put on a show, Fighter?” Hayden’s hand barely had to press before Helios was dropping down to his knees and bound wrists, stretching out the length of his back, ass raised high and inviting as he gave it a shake for his Commander. “There’s my little whore.”

Okay but Tumblr why are we sleeping on this Daddy AF boi here??

So as not to spam the world, I’ll be breaking these up into chunks

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