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Scorched ground (NSFW)

18+ *gender neutral reader :)*  pure smut, zero plot (badly writen smut) For all those who need Furia in their life.

Everything went to shit this week so fast, it wasn´t even funny. And it was just Tuesday for Ramuh´s sake! Tredd came from deployment completely beaten by Niflheim, whole squads spirit´s so down that Tredd wouldn´t be suprised If some of his comrades just ended their misery. The wound on his left side was painfully throbbing, remainding him of that stupid move they pulled with Nyx, when shit went south. Luche gave them earful through their comms, but that was nothing compared to the captain's yelling. It earned them 4 fucking months on the guard duty under Crownsguard. Hell fucking yeah, so thrilled to be spending his precious time with rasists! And their top notch healer Delilah smacked them on heads for being stupid, and send them on rest, banning them from  Kingsglaive tournament. That woman can be scary when she wants to. Yeah, Tredd´s mood was fucking bad when he got back to his apartman in Little Galadh.

Where you were anxiously waiting for him. He still couldn´t wrap his head how the two of you ended together. He was a playboy, his dick belonged to the comunity of Galadh.(and If he wanted to be little cocky, to the whole Eos) And then you came along for the ride, like storm send by Ramuh. You wrecked his lifestyle and turned him ... to be better somehow. You were fighter that didn´t back down before world, and he admired that about you. Fuck, he´s got it worse than Luche, and that was really something. Oh well, he would be lying and stupid If he denied it. You were his sin, and he would get gladly dragged to hell with you.

The flat was dimly lighted and Tredd saw your figure curled on the couch, in the background softly playing television. You were wrapped into one of Tredd´s jacket, holding on it for dear life. He fell smile creep at his features. You truly were his perfect cocksleeve. Oh, he will make it up to you Flamey, no doubt about that, Furia´s honor! But now he needed outlet, and your pretty glistering hole full of his cum dripping down your thighs sounded like tempting idea after all this mess. 

Tredd´s form loomed over yours, face closer to your ear. The warm breath tickled your neck when he sultrily said: “ Wakey wakey, sleepy head. Look who is back home.” humping your leg like animal in heat. Shiver ran through your spine when you groggily waked up. He gave you a dark look, downright animalistic. Hands possesively roaming your body, marking every inch. “ Strip down for me, pretty.”  Your foggy brain didn´t registred his command at first, still dazled from all the sensations. “I said strip down babe, or should I tear it apart?”

Your hands clumsily started taking your shirt off, but to Tredd dismain it wasn´t fast enough. “Tss, I fucking warned you.”  He takes kukri out of holster, and expertly tears your clothes off you. “Tredd!” you yelped when cold steel touched your skin. “Be a good one or I may hurt you with it. That´s not what we want, right sweetheart?”  You could feel your arousal coursing through your body like a lava. Tredd spitted on his fingers while massaging your hole. He pushed first one of his thick digits inside, your body instinctively tightened around it. “ Fuck, even after all the time we fuck, you´re still as tight as a virgin, babe.”  He latched on your neck, sucking there possesively. Second finger was added to your pretty hole, scissoring it. Your mouth left breathy moans that went straight to Furia´s cock. Tredd added third finger, fascinatedly watching how greedily you´ve had taken it. “ You´re lose enough, spread your legs.” You did as you were told, meanwhile Tredd found lube in one of the drawer. He coated his realesed dick in good amount of lube, while maintaining eye contact with you. You had to lick your lips at the sinful sight. He came back to your side, your lips instantly connecting with his. Tongues were dancing, when he entered you in one single movement. You wanted to scream at the sensasition of sudden fullness, but Tredd lips silenced you. Slowly started setting pace of his trusts, always so precise on the sweet spot inside of you.

“Who´s dick is in you? Who fucking own you and make you feel that good, hm?”  You were a complete whimpering mess under him, steady hand firmly wrapped around your neck squezzed it, oh so deliciously. “Y-you, it´s only you” you managed to said.  “ Yeah, that´s right babe. You get yourself off on dick of refuggee, love. Insomnians would slander you for that.” your walls clenched around him so much, he almost cums. “ Don´t tell me you pervert,” he slapped your asscheek hard” that you would enjoyed it!”.  When you didn´t response too overwhelmed with receiving pleasure, he took his dick swiftly of you.  “Nonono, T-tredd!” “Then beg me for it. Tell me how you appreciated this refuggee´s dick.”  

He leaned on his right side, minding his injury. You´re eyes were swelled by tears, when you pitifully begged him to start fucking you again. It spurred him into action, Tredd´s thrusts merciless agains your abused hole. The climax that followed was mind-blowing. Both of were  you breathing heavily, enjoying the after glow. You tried to stand up, but Tredd wraps himself around you.

“Not so fast love, I am not done with you yet.”

Zalman the Peaceful Papa

(Based on this post by @vex-bittys, yeah, it doesn’t take much to make me want to write something :3) 

Rating: G

Characters: Zalman the Chain, Nagrada the Twister from @selkiesbittybonanza and both Graves the Wyrm and Tacet the Maple from @dumplingsspookysweeties with a small mention of the Nocturne and Lumous Lamias from @tails-and-scales (Only a mention because they aren’t fully adopted yet)

Warnings: Babybones Fluff, by now all the Lamias are parents to the baby bones, if I give any inaccuracies to your lamia bittybones Vex, Selkie or Dumpling, please let me know, don’t want to bug you guys with inaccuracies.

If you guys want to skip lamia introductions and head straight to the story (However little there is) go to the next ~~~~~~~

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Zalman had been a part of everything since the beginning. 

He was there to keep the peace between Magnar the Coral and Arach the Mamba, he was there when Toriel, Nightmare, Murder, Killer and Horror showed up and a whole bitty shop sprouted from that, more additions to the shop being quite delightful. 

He was always a very responsible lamia, even when he had plenty of times where he merely flopped onto the heartsona Dotchi and fell asleep or took some time to enjoy outside he was always close by and made sure that everyone was safe, anyone that was an irreparable threat was to be eaten or have Magnar and Arach sicked on them.

He never expected to be a Father, but when the first babybones smiled to him his heart went to them, and it was the same with his brothers, the three of them taking them in, and it was three months into raising the first batch of babies that he was called ‘Papa’, his SOUL filled with joy and he immediately held the baby Simba-style and let everyone know of this joyous occasion, promptly dodging Arach whom wanted him to handle the tiny beings with more care than that. 

With that more lamias soon arrived in the shop- adding to the growing caretakers among others: 

First with Nagrada, the full-sized Twister being able to probably carry the whole of the babies on his back and tail as he took care of the babies whenever Magnar needed time alone in his treasure nest, the Coral needing his space at times, and the babies always took time in their day to crash into his swimming pool and give him much hugs and affection. 

There was also a Lumos and a Nocturne whom was still being traded with by Sai and Dotchi, but were still very promising.

Finally thus far there was Graves the Wyrm that was brought in for the Horrors and Teeth to take care of was stolen frequently by the baby bitties, tiny Horrors and Teeth always poking around in his ribcage for any food while tiny little Toris enjoyed his purring very much, so it wasn’t very often that there wasn’t purring coming from the babybones room whenever the Wyrm was there in the waking hours of the adoption center. 

Still, nothing could sway the Baby-bones from their core three parents seeing as Nagrada still had to man the desk being the biggest ‘bitty’ in the shop (though stowaways to his pool were very frequent) and Graves was still a very prevalent part of the Horror and Teeth Pantry. 

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When Zalman’s birthday came around he found himself receiving a jacket from all the babies, with small stitches that upon close inspection was words of love from all of them, you could tell that the jacket was once dirt brown but now it was patterned with so many colors to differentiate who was speaking that you could only tell if you looked on the inside of said jacket, and even that wasn’t enough unless you looked at where his spine was. 

He adored it, casting aside the one he was wearing to wear that one, finding the fur lining the hood was sprinkled in with shiny silver hearts courtesy of the Queenies and Classic Toriels whom giggled when he looked to them. It was very warm the threads sown in made it harder to tear, it was perfect, though he had to ruffle the collar to try and unstick the hearts.

He was very happy with this, receiving other presents from adult bitties and other caretakers alike, a party being thrown with music he enjoyed until evening. 

It was there he made his way for outside on his nightly patrol when he got a tug on his tail, looking back to see a tiny Murder, whom took advantage of him stopping to teleport into his hoodie, the little Murder’s head popped out of the collar right under the Chain’s jaw, “ hi papa.” He called with a small yawn

The Chain lets out a huff in amusement while the Murder doesn't move from being snuggled in his spot, “ Come on little one, ‘m just gonna check around the house with Nagrada and Tacet, i’ll be right back.” He grinned not really minding as long as they wouldn’t care being jostled with him climbing around the outside of the center. 

“ no.” The Murder probably got his stubbornness from his Dad Magnar as Zalman stuffed his hands in his pockets, using them to support the baby bitty inside as he met with Nagrada and Tacet with the little Murder giving them a sound in acknowledgement before dozing off, the Twister having the same thing as he gestured to his pockets to show three Toriel types, a Raggedy, a Mumcher and a Toriel snoozing there before his hood which had a Dream, a Nightmare, a Teeth bitty and a Queenie, Tacet not having a baby bitty but he was seen off by the affectionate Dietyrus Pele while his Harbinger was asleep as the three of them split up to check on the area as always, arriving back to be smothered in warm and comforting bitty piles. 

"Before I go to sleep, I imagine you're by my side"- Lee Haechan Imagine

Haechan has been suffocating you for the last hour and a half, and you can't even complain.

You run your hand through your boyfriend's hair, loving the softness of it against your fingertips, despite the constant damage it went through.

Your current position, Haechan lying on you almost completely, face buried in the crook of your neck and hands wrapped tightly around your waist, was not comfortable at all, but it was familiar, and you missed it.

You sigh, shaking Haechan's shoulders gently, almost lazily.

"We should really get up", you mumble, blinking sleepily at the clock on the wall. 2:00 a.m. You should have went to sleep ages ago, considering you were both suffering from jet lag, but both of you were too busy marveling over the fact that you were actually together once again, that the tiredness somehow disappeared.

Until now that is.

You yawn once again, feeling your eyes tear up from the force of it, and you shake your boyfriend once again, a bit harder this time. "Yah, Lee Haechan. Get up".

"Don't wanna", Haechan whines into your neck, his breath hot and tingling against your skin. His fingers tighten around your waist slightly as he speaks, as if he's afraid you'll detach yourself from him any second now.

"Well, I can't feel my legs anymore, and if we sleep like this the whole night, you're going have to carry me all day tommorow.", you threaten, forcing your voice to sound steely, even though your heart melts a bit at your boyfriend's cuteness.

You smile triumphantly when Haechan groans in defeat, lifting his head up to glare at you in annoyance before finally pushing himself up from you, supporting himself on his elbows.

He looks like a puppy right now, with his messy chestnut hair covering his eyes, his golden skin, and his cute moles, scattered over his face like stars. You really want to kiss them.

Unfortunately, you can't risk Haechan returning to his previous position, so you force yourself to get up from the couch, your limbs screaming to you to stay where you are.

"Come on", you say softly when you're finally standing, reaching a hand out to Haechan, he looks just as tired as you feel, eyes nearly closed shut, a pout of distaste on his lips.

You feel your heart thump loudly when he gets up, intertwining your fingers, and how does everything he does still send you into a frenzy, even after nearly two years of a relationship?

You walk like that to your room, shoulders bumping occasionally, half because of the exhaustion and half because of the constant need to be in touch, to feel each other.

When you finally reach the bedroom, Haechan doesn't hesitate to push you on the bed, legs almost immediately tangling with yours, arms pulling you close, so you're pressed against his chest, just above his heart.

You don't even bring up showering or brushing your teeth, giving in to the tiredness you've been fighting all day.

You snuggle closer to Haechan, letting your eyes close, enjoying the smell of him, an addicting mixture of pine trees and strawberries.

"Goodnight Haechannie", you whisper, barely conscious anymore, arms tightening around Haechan's slim waist in a gesture you hope conveys how much you missed him, how happy you are right now, just being like this in his arms.

"Hmm... Goodnight baby... I love you", you hear just before you fall asleep, and you feel a soft kiss being pressed to your temple, a habit Haechan has since you started dating.

You don't say anything back, already falling slowly into Dreamland, but you know you don't need to.

You're home.

Short break from the animatic for one impulsive drawing! There’s no plot in it, I just wanted to draw hands. Why it’s Ghostbur and Tubbo’s hands I have no idea. But I like how it looks like. It’s sketchy. But I like it.

Chapter 24 is one of my favorite Birdmen chapters so far, in part due to the moment where Eishi gets flustered over how straightforward Takayama is with handholding. I just had to have fun with it as well! 

(Btw, it reads right to left!)