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.
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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
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Got into Slime Rancher again and I wanna plop Simon down into this universe so bad.
Like, it's not totally safe, so he won't feel out of place here. You do need to work off the environment to get good at slime ranching. There's plenty of resources, it's just a matter of putting everything together in a way that suits you. And the people are few (pro and con cause I imagine he'd appreciate some space to sort his shit out in privacy but talking to nice people is healing in its own right).
I feel like Simon primarily grows and raises food, but he DOES have slimes. Mostly the practical ones, like honey and cotton. He doesn't have the patience for ones like booms. Nerves are fucking SHOT!
It took a while but puddle slimes really grew on him. He likes vibing with them. If he's mutated, it's nice having buddies who aren't scared of him while he's enjoying the water. Slime ocean still wigs him out but it's mostly cause he has no idea what the FUCK could be in there.
He was scared and immediately ready to yeet an yolk slime into the slime sea before he realized they literally just like hanging with chickens and he cried. It's like a friend for his chickens (ridiculously fond of painted chickens). This world keeps fucking with him in the cutest ways.
There's a rascal of a hunter slime wandering around that he pretends he doesn't have a coral set aside for when he catches the little shit. It's a matter of respect at this point, but he makes no promises if it keeps eating his chickens.
That's not to say he wouldn't have ANY dangerous slimes. They're just tucked into corners so he doesn't enter a room and get blasted with glitter from a mosaic.
And, it's very important to me, but literally ALL slimes are ridiculously aggressive towards the blood ocean eel and associated mind fuckery. Anytime it tries to talk to Simon, he's getting dog piled by aggressively cuddly slimes. Yes. Even wild slimes. He thought they were eating him at first. They just hate the vibe the blood eel brings to the party. No Eldridge vibes allowed.
Ever.
It's scary dog privilege if the scary dog was a blob the size of an armchair.
Originally, I intended for Simon's first day on the Hail Mary to be really sweet if disorienting because he's CONVINCED he's in heaven.
But... If it wasn't so nice? A meet ugly if you will?
Uh, brief mention of eating disorders, and attempted suicide via starvation.
Simon comes too, half convinced he's dead and half certain this is another fucked hallucination from the blood ocean.
There's this man next to him, almost on top of him, looking too worried for COI and too soft for Eden. Clearly, some fucked shit.
So, he moves to take out this mystery, pretty boy. He goes down almost too easy, Simon pinning him on the ground, chest down to prevent any biting.
Whatever this pretty boy is saying, Simon can't hear over the rushing of blood in his ears. It was definitely pleading at first before turning desperate. Ragged gasps that didn't match the firm but relatively light pin Simon is using. He can't get answers from a corpse, after all.
There's a ringing song in the air and a vicious snarl that makes his entire body tense instinctively.
And then a body is slamming into his, arms wrapping around his throat to yank him back. Arms releasing the man below to reach back, getting an impressive row of teeth snapping onto his forearm for his trouble, drawing blood.
He would have assessed but his entire vision was overwhelmed by swirling darkness. Soft and startling enough that he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose.
Sweet.
Soft.
Almost rotting with rage and overwhelming the faint floral scent beneath.
Omegas.
He's fighting omegas.
That's enough to alarm him. Shock his senses. All the things he's done, fighting omegas had been one of them, but he never liked it. Hated it, in fact. It felt unnatural.
Not omegas fighting, but him fighting them.
His deepest instincts demanding he protect.
He's reeling back. Instantly freezing, narrowly avoiding baring his throat but thinking better of it, his arm still bleeding from before. Deservedly so, honestly, but still...
From there, things thankfully stop escalating. Everyone calms down, Ryland needs a minute, and Nikia side eyes Simon for almost as long as Rocky.
Nikia is actually smug as shit that her bite left a wicked scar, though. Very quick to offer another (later this is twisted by Simon into many obvious sexual innuendoes because Simon is a devious ass man with Issues™).
Ryland swears he's not jealous when Rocky asks about it.
Anyway, Simon assumes, still, that they're actually angels and believes Nikia is barely refraining from smiting him.
She does soften eventually, after he's suitably apologized to them all, but especially Ryland.
All this is leading up to the realization that Nikia had cut her food portions long before this point and then further when Simon came in. She's dying faster than either of them. And she refuses to eat, knowing that they wouldn't let her die but also can't really force her to eat.
Simon is the first to recognize it.
Guilt.
She's not eating primarily out of guilt.
And he eventually offers his skills to help get the truth out and hopefully convince her to override the captain level command keeping the food stocks as they are.
See, during raids, Eden tends to take omegas they find. The philosophy being that if the original station can't keep them safe, Eden will. Not... For super dark reasons. Eden venerates Omegas and Alphas, but it does also help keep population up on top of assisting in emotional regulation of the cult. Content omegas produce very pacifying scents naturally, which helps quell riots and any attempt at overthrowing the status quo.
Anyway, Simon didn't usually fight or handle omegas because his reputation tended to scare the SHIT out of everyone. But he has forcibly calmed a few to get them out of danger faster. Basically scruffing and using his scent to force the omega to become lax and cooperative. It's not mind control though, more akin to heavy sedation until he releases his hold.
So! They manage to trick her into a movie night, and make their move. Simon pulling her to his chest, arm across her back and his free hand clamped on the back of her neck. Purring to soothe her panic as his scent spikes. Filling the room.
Initially, she just tries and fails to squirm, but Simon has a good grip so that's out.
Then she just... Cries.
As it turns out, she saw it happen. She saw Ryland run, realized what was going on, and couldn't do anything. Couldn't even confront Stratt without risking her position in the crew, leaving Ryland potentially alone after losing his memories. The others cared, but she would be the only one that saw it go down.
So, she offered to get put under alongside Ryland. As a precaution, Stratt absolutely knowing why. And when she woke up first, she fixed the food supplies. More for Ryland than herself.
They may not make it out alive, but she was determined to make sure he didn't suffer anymore than he had to. Not like she had much of an appetite anyway.
And now with Simon, properly apologetic and protective, she didn't need to be there anymore either.
No way Ryland would want her to stick around when he realized she knew, after all. At the very least, Simon wouldn't fail to act if anything happened to Ryland again.
Simon is fucking horrified and pissed, having already heard plenty about the program and knowing how impossible it is to argue with certain people with power over yourself.
Ryland is devastated. He remembers by now but kept it secret. He had assumed she would view him poorly. But now he learns she knew all along and was punishing herself from the start for something neither could control.
Rocky is basically incandescent with rage. He hadn't realized how bad it was, any of it, not being familiar with human eating habits.
They're upset with her, yeah, but they're all in this together.
Eventually, they manage to convince her to lift the restrictions so they can properly do an inventory of the food and distribute it appropriately.
She gets better.
But they do absolutely keep an eye on her food for a long while, even Rocky, as disgusting as he finds the whole thing.
Simon expects her to be pissed with him, but she's mostly just tired and sad. She'd been keeping that secret for so long.
It feels like a kick to the balls when she says "we've both hurt Ryland more than he deserves".
Ryland, for his part, quickly becomes pissed with Stratt for her part in all this and very weepy. Also a little pissed Nikia thought he needed to be babied like that, but the risk of psychological harm if she triggered the memories too soon was a real risk, he admits. So he settles for making her swear to be honest with him and to stop hiding shit. He wants to hear it all, no matter what.
It's a very emotional time for everyone, basically.
As a sort of reference to something Nikia says in Biblical Greed, Ryland eventually asks after her confession why she did it. All of it.
She could have walked out.
She could have not portioned her food into his.
She could have told him.
Nikia isn't being scruffed anymore, but Simon is still holding her, having long since started petting her hair to try and soothe her (and his anger at the entire situation)
(he's familiar with people limiting their rations for people they love and it never ends well. He always thought they were fucking stupid, but with it literally falling apart in his arms... He understands it a little better)
And Nikia just looks at Ryland, her glasses barely on her nose, lenses fogged from the heat in her cheeks.
"I-I couldn't leave you in it alone--with no one knowing just how scared you were. I couldn't live with myself if I turned away. And when I saw how confused you were when you first woke up, I was worried. If I told you, what would happen? In that beautiful head of yours, how would you react? Would you remember it all at once or collapse. Seize. The memories too much?" She sniffled, clutching Simon's shirt anxiously. "And when do you even bring that up? When we met Rocky? At Adrian? After fishing? How could I turn to you and say 'hey, you never wanted to be here. You were so scared shitless you ran and I saw it all across the compound--I knew it was you but I was so confused at first, I didn't know you could haul ass like that... I thought Stratt finally snapped and decided puns were execution worthy... I thought it was a joke. But then I heard you. I could hear you. I wake up crying sometimes, those words inches from my ears.'.."
Her voice falls to a whisper.
"What else was I supposed to do but follow? Knowing how scared you were, I didn't want you to be alone for a single second of it. If I pulled out of the program, I wouldn't last long anyway. So I followed, so you wouldn't be alone. I love you too much to do that... But we got so far, farther than either of us ever expected. And I'm okay with seeing you pull ahead, even if it means I fall behind. You'll be okay. And that hurts way less than doing nothing again." She swallows hard. "I made peace with it a long time ago. If it ever came to it. Really made peace with it... Just had to wait until I was sure you'd be okay. And you will be--"
"No I won't! The heck you made peace with it! No you didn't! This isnt--aren't we a team? What happened to figuring it out together? All of it? You, Rocky--now Simon--and me? No solution too crazy! That's what you said! And the craziest solution is all of us making to Erid, alive!" Ryland screams. "You think I've pulled off crazy crap?!? You haven't seen nothing yet! You--you can't leave me, Nikia. I won't let you."
"...oh, honey... You might not have a choice." She breaths out softly. "Rocky and Simon will take good care of you. Won't you?"
Rocky makes a sound not unlike a goose honk, furiously trembling.
"Rocky Grace Nikia save stars! Rocky Grace Simon fix this! Meet mate Adrian! See Erid! Be Erid Earth heroes! Rocky not watch Nikia sleep not wake up like crew. Rocky lost enough. No more. It's enough." Rocky let's his words sink in. "Please. Let it be enough."
Simon, who had been silent out of respect for the situation, turns his head to whisper into her hair.
"Sounds like you've been overuled... What are you going to do about it?"
Ryland reaches up, grabbing her wrist and rubbing his thumb over part of the tattoo on her forearm, his eyes catching the symbol for the first time.
Originally, I intended for Simon's first day on the Hail Mary to be really sweet if disorienting because he's CONVINCED he's in heaven.
But... If it wasn't so nice? A meet ugly if you will?
Uh, brief mention of eating disorders, and attempted suicide via starvation.
Simon comes too, half convinced he's dead and half certain this is another fucked hallucination from the blood ocean.
There's this man next to him, almost on top of him, looking too worried for COI and too soft for Eden. Clearly, some fucked shit.
So, he moves to take out this mystery, pretty boy. He goes down almost too easy, Simon pinning him on the ground, chest down to prevent any biting.
Whatever this pretty boy is saying, Simon can't hear over the rushing of blood in his ears. It was definitely pleading at first before turning desperate. Ragged gasps that didn't match the firm but relatively light pin Simon is using. He can't get answers from a corpse, after all.
There's a ringing song in the air and a vicious snarl that makes his entire body tense instinctively.
And then a body is slamming into his, arms wrapping around his throat to yank him back. Arms releasing the man below to reach back, getting an impressive row of teeth snapping onto his forearm for his trouble, drawing blood.
He would have assessed but his entire vision was overwhelmed by swirling darkness. Soft and startling enough that he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose.
Sweet.
Soft.
Almost rotting with rage and overwhelming the faint floral scent beneath.
Omegas.
He's fighting omegas.
That's enough to alarm him. Shock his senses. All the things he's done, fighting omegas had been one of them, but he never liked it. Hated it, in fact. It felt unnatural.
Not omegas fighting, but him fighting them.
His deepest instincts demanding he protect.
He's reeling back. Instantly freezing, narrowly avoiding baring his throat but thinking better of it, his arm still bleeding from before. Deservedly so, honestly, but still...
From there, things thankfully stop escalating. Everyone calms down, Ryland needs a minute, and Nikia side eyes Simon for almost as long as Rocky.
Nikia is actually smug as shit that her bite left a wicked scar, though. Very quick to offer another (later this is twisted by Simon into many obvious sexual innuendoes because Simon is a devious ass man with Issues™).
Ryland swears he's not jealous when Rocky asks about it.
Anyway, Simon assumes, still, that they're actually angels and believes Nikia is barely refraining from smiting him.
She does soften eventually, after he's suitably apologized to them all, but especially Ryland.
All this is leading up to the realization that Nikia had cut her food portions long before this point and then further when Simon came in. She's dying faster than either of them. And she refuses to eat, knowing that they wouldn't let her die but also can't really force her to eat.
Simon is the first to recognize it.
Guilt.
She's not eating primarily out of guilt.
And he eventually offers his skills to help get the truth out and hopefully convince her to override the captain level command keeping the food stocks as they are.
See, during raids, Eden tends to take omegas they find. The philosophy being that if the original station can't keep them safe, Eden will. Not... For super dark reasons. Eden venerates Omegas and Alphas, but it does also help keep population up on top of assisting in emotional regulation of the cult. Content omegas produce very pacifying scents naturally, which helps quell riots and any attempt at overthrowing the status quo.
Anyway, Simon didn't usually fight or handle omegas because his reputation tended to scare the SHIT out of everyone. But he has forcibly calmed a few to get them out of danger faster. Basically scruffing and using his scent to force the omega to become lax and cooperative. It's not mind control though, more akin to heavy sedation until he releases his hold.
So! They manage to trick her into a movie night, and make their move. Simon pulling her to his chest, arm across her back and his free hand clamped on the back of her neck. Purring to soothe her panic as his scent spikes. Filling the room.
Initially, she just tries and fails to squirm, but Simon has a good grip so that's out.
Then she just... Cries.
As it turns out, she saw it happen. She saw Ryland run, realized what was going on, and couldn't do anything. Couldn't even confront Stratt without risking her position in the crew, leaving Ryland potentially alone after losing his memories. The others cared, but she would be the only one that saw it go down.
So, she offered to get put under alongside Ryland. As a precaution, Stratt absolutely knowing why. And when she woke up first, she fixed the food supplies. More for Ryland than herself.
They may not make it out alive, but she was determined to make sure he didn't suffer anymore than he had to. Not like she had much of an appetite anyway.
And now with Simon, properly apologetic and protective, she didn't need to be there anymore either.
No way Ryland would want her to stick around when he realized she knew, after all. At the very least, Simon wouldn't fail to act if anything happened to Ryland again.
Simon is fucking horrified and pissed, having already heard plenty about the program and knowing how impossible it is to argue with certain people with power over yourself.
Ryland is devastated. He remembers by now but kept it secret. He had assumed she would view him poorly. But now he learns she knew all along and was punishing herself from the start for something neither could control.
Rocky is basically incandescent with rage. He hadn't realized how bad it was, any of it, not being familiar with human eating habits.
They're upset with her, yeah, but they're all in this together.
Eventually, they manage to convince her to lift the restrictions so they can properly do an inventory of the food and distribute it appropriately.
She gets better.
But they do absolutely keep an eye on her food for a long while, even Rocky, as disgusting as he finds the whole thing.
Simon expects her to be pissed with him, but she's mostly just tired and sad. She'd been keeping that secret for so long.
It feels like a kick to the balls when she says "we've both hurt Ryland more than he deserves".
Ryland, for his part, quickly becomes pissed with Stratt for her part in all this and very weepy. Also a little pissed Nikia thought he needed to be babied like that, but the risk of psychological harm if she triggered the memories too soon was a real risk, he admits. So he settles for making her swear to be honest with him and to stop hiding shit. He wants to hear it all, no matter what.
It's a very emotional time for everyone, basically.
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Okay, so when Simon actually first wakes up in the medbay, he's going to think he's in heaven. We done been knew.
(Biblical Greed variant with OC)
But specifically, before anyone even talks to him kindly or anything like that, he's going to be making wild assumptions.
There's initially the obvious stuff.
A lack of pain. How clean and white everything is. The clear advanced tech, even if the robot freaks him out initially.
But then there's the fact that someone is at his bedside.
Everything is grungy back in his old universe. Health is falling with every passing day due to lack of resources. People smell weird, their hair is matted or as short as possible unless they're high ranking. Simon's hair is as long as it is because he was in prison and there was no way in hell they'd give him a knife or approach him with one. Fairly certain if he wasn't who he was, he'd have been shaved bald.
And there definitely wouldn't be someone sleeping at his bedside.
Omega, another impossibility--no way any faction would leave an omega alone with an alpha, let alone him. Reclined half on his legs in an awkward slump, fingers laced with his. The position clear that they'd been holding his hand and reading a tablet with the other before falling asleep. Hair a mass of soft brown curls with a volume he didn't know was possible outside of reprinted paintings depicting angels that lined the walls of the church in Eden. All the way down her back to her ribs, a generous streak of silver hair over one eye that seemed odd for such a young face, maybe just around his own age. Glasses, also a rarity, in a shape he'd never seen in his life.
Hearts.
Definitely hearts. How or why, he wasn't sure, but it was definitely... Whimsical. And strange.
A twitch of her nose, jerking up as she squeezed his hand and blinked at him blearily. Softest blue eyes he'd ever seen, like she was afraid the color would alarm him if it was anymore intense than a distant dream.
And then she smiled. A crooked curl of her lips, clearly thrilled to see him awake as she paused to yawn.
"Heeeey, you're awake! Feeling alright, baby?" Her voice was soft with an odd twang to it.
Usually, waking up somewhere unusual would inspire... Anger. Or violence.
But his calloused palm rough in her soft grasp was grounding. Patient and steady like words failed to be after... Everything.
"... Yeah. Who... Where am I? Are you an angel?" Simon asked, voice rough and unsteady.
She snorted, the sound rough and human enough to almost fool him.
"Hah! And you've got jokes! Aren't we lucky ducks--Hey, Ry, he's up! Rocky?" Simon's gut twisted.
He didn't think he could fool one angel for long into keeping him in heaven, but three definitely wouldn't work.
"Coming! Coming! How's he feeling--better?!?" A man skidded into the room like his heels were on fire.
Tall and beautiful with short blond hair the color of delicate cherub curls and eyes with all the intensity of blue the mystery woman still holding his hand kept to herself. Like he forgot Simon was mortal and let slip the very color of heaven without thinking.
Clearly, they were both angels pretending otherwise. If he had to guess, the woman was at least older by heavenly standards than the man. More practiced at soothing stupid mortals such as himself. Though the man appeared older than them both, Simon was certain there was a logic somewhere in all this.
Or maybe there wasn't. At least nothing Simon needed to concern himself with.
He does eventually realize they're not literal angels.
But the initial impression staggers him from time to time.
(Nikia kept her hair long from the coma, uncertain if she wanted to cut it since it was 4 years worth of growth and could pull it all back. Rocky finds hair fascinating and bizarre, struggling to read it properly from afar but a little hypnotizing up close. Especially wild curls. It's like an optical illusion to him or something. Simon eventually admits he loves how long it is and enjoys playing with it. Less so when he wakes up with a mouthful, but to love is to suffer sometimes)
Torn between the next chapter for the Bloodymary fic to be either "curious Eridian scientist keeps breaking in so they get to experience The Horrors (pissed Simon)" and "Ryland finally gets fucking answers and immediately spins it into 'want to get bred too?' while finally, actually, topping".
I guess I could do both tho... Some plot before the porn as a treat.
Basically, Simon could alter his biology to get pregnant like he did Ryland's only... More, since he doesn't have literally any of the inner workings needed, let alone a cunt because FUCK if you think I subscribe to poop baby omegaverse lmao
I suppose this would be considered Ryland bitching Simon, since that's usually what I see when an omega fucks an alpha in these fics. Or was it alpha fucking an alpha? Idk, but it won't be a degradation thing. That's right, we're STILL RIDING THAT PRAISE KINK!
The OC+ variant of the chapter would actually be different enough that I might actually write a more direct analog without it totally changing the plot for the chapter, at least. So there's that too!
A little more ✨Hopecore✨ version of Mary dropping into Iron Lung rather than just gags would be... Very unsettling from Simon's POV
Like, Mary absolutely means well, but this week is about to get twice as long for Simon and literally everyone in this empty universe.
So, it starts somewhere in the end, before his sub is totally bunk and before he gets the black box, having just retrieved the data.
A voice.
Not the creature that stalked him with the voices of the damned...
A child.
"...hello? Are you... Down there? Gross."
Simon, understandably, thinks this is another bizarre way to fuck with him.
"Whatever FUCKING GAME this is, I'm. Not. INTERESTED!"
"You think I'm playing a game? Like... A trick? No--well, maybe not on you. I was just passing through, actually. Almost didn't stop, this place is so empty but... I wanted to see it."
"What? The light? It's about over there next to a giant sign that says 'go FUCK YOURSELF'." Simon snarked, throttling the engine to go as fast as he could. "I'm kinda busy not dying here."
"I see that! You're doing great, actually! I'm surprised how close you are, given everything going on. You never gave up, did you? That's good!" The child laughed breathlessly. "That's the hard part, you know. Knowing when to put something down... And when to never let go. You want out of here, right? Can't blame you... This is actually really gross, honestly."
"I-I do... I do want out. I just wanna live... That's all I want anymore."
"You're so close. In fact... All that's left, is to turn around!" Simon snarls.
"The FUCK I am--"
"I mean behind you, goofball." Simon lurches, spinning on his heel and nearly slipping in blood. Utterly speechless.
He almost expected a horrifying corpse. Maybe someone he recognized. Perhaps something from his nightmares... A giant eye, even. High above an ocean of blood.
But it was just a child.
Short, with wild black curls like he'd never seen before. And deep blue eyes. A thin, pink tank top and yellow shorts, red flip flops on her feet. Basically new, the color nearly eye searing compared to the gorey red all around them.
And in her arms, was a large black box. The black box.
"I mean, if you want, I can put it back. I know sometimes it's more satisfying to do things yourself--"
"No! No... That's... What... Are you... Real?"
The girl laughed, nodding her head as she offered it to him. Simon took it after fixing the sub to keep moving forward.
"I am! Weird place, you know. Not just the blood. The sky is so... Empty. It's not supposed to be that way, you know. This isn't what was promised." Simon nodded, setting the black box on the seat while he grabbed a life jacket, distantly aware but thankful that the world seemingly stopped being awful for five fucking minutes.
Instead it just decided to be bizarre.
"Y-Yeah... Sorry to break it to you, but it's only getting more empty by the day. Sorry--who are you again?"
"I'm Mary! And you?"
"You don't already know?"
"You want to say it. You want to feel something normal. Let me help you, alright? For making it this far."
"...Simon."
"Pleasure to meet you, Simon! And about all that empty space! Well, it's not natural, you know! Actually, I'm not sure it was even intended... If you could give me a minute, I can ask."
"Ask--who the fuck are you going to ask?"
"Your local god, of course!" And when Simon blinked in disbelief, she was gone.
Convinced he hallucinated, he turned only to realize the sub level was already flooded with blood... But the black box was already up with him.
He barely had time to secure it in the life vest when she suddenly appeared in his peripheral, scaring the shit out of him.
"Got it! Here, hold onto this for me!" Something slammed into his chest, a sudden tightness in his lungs. Warmth and the sensation of floating all around him. He blinked away tears, finding nothing but blood at his feet and the strange certainty that he held something immeasurably precious.
"W-What did you...?"
"Simon! Simon, we don't have time!" Ava screamed, panicked. Simon slammed the manual down and nearly bowled over the kid to get a look at what was in front of them.
"See, this is what happens when you don't clean up your messes." Mary sighed as Simon realizes with mute horror that the monster had Ava's sub in its terrifying jaws.
"THE LIGHT! YOU MUST NOT--"
"Hey! Enough of that!"
"...you. Where WERE YOU WHEN WE NEEDED YOU?!?" Mary squared her shoulders against the piercing scream.
"I'm where I've always been. There's no hole deep enough that I can't follow. Just because your birthright didn't come with gilded thrones, does not mean my presence was any lesser than it is now." Mary huffed. "I'm fixing it. All of it. But to do that, you need to let them go. Forget the light, fallen star. Let night cradle you in her arms again. Soothe that troubled mind across the veil."
"THE LIGHT MUST DIE--"
"It cannot. You know this. Nor can it be forgotten. The light is more than it seems, and you can only see a fraction of it. Leave. Prepare yourself for the next journey, or I will escort you to the afterlife myself." Mary threatened.
There was a long, deep rumble. A blood quake.
And then it all fell still. Ava's terrified breaths coming in quick and fast.
"What the FUCK was that?!? Who is with you, Simon?!?"
"...this is Mary. She's a kid and I don't know where she came from."
"I am the last gift for man. Though not the least. I'm here to make things right... Are you going to keep your promise?"
"...yeah. Yeah. I have a... Tool. I'm going to latch onto your sub, Simon. And we'll both get towed up. Brace yourselves."
"W-Wait, you don't mean-!?" Simon quickly grabbed Mary with one arm and braces them against the chair as the entire damn sub was rammed.
It's a few tense minutes, being slowly dragged up. Blood leaking into the sub faster with a giant hole in the front. But somehow, they made it.
They were free. Simon and Mary pulled out of the bloody interior, black box in tow.
"Is this it?" Ava asked, sweating as she reached with trembling hands. Her expression twisting in confusion as she looked at Mary.
"Yeah. Not sure how helpful it'll be, but it's all on there." Simon nodded.
"Good... Good. You'll be returned to your cell until I verify and put in the processing paperwork for your freedom." Ava sighed, taking the box.
"I..." Simon thought better of arguing.
But Mary had no such hesitation.
"Actually, I need his help with something. I gave him something to hold, just in case I goofed. We'll need to get up off the moon first, though."
"Whatever it is can--"
"Look into his eyes, Ava."
Ava startled, looking at Mary with alarm, eyes glancing at Simon before she froze.
The black box slammed into the ground as she steadily got closer.
"...how?"
"If I tried to hold it myself, I'd probably lose it. But he's used to the weight, it seems. Thought it was safe with him." Simon flinched back as Ava reached out to his face.
"What?!? The fuck did you do to my eyes?!?" Simon barked, terrified by how strange Ava was acting.
"It only seemed fitting... For someone who longed for a chance to change, who hoped one day to be forgiven for his sins... To hold all the night sky in his eyes. A whole universe before him." Mary whispered. "You can't hold it forever. But you can carry it long enough to let it go. To bring it all back."
"W-What?!? How!!?"
"Your god is too new. They thought it was all unnatural. So they took it away. But they couldn't put it back, they didn't have enough control. But between the two of us, I'm pretty sure we can safely unravel what was lost!"
Getting super tired, but basically they DO return everything. All the space humans are fucking LOST with all the everything back, but are ecstatic.
Simon panics as Mary starts to fall asleep, accidentally convinced she was like, dying or returning to heaven.
But she's literally just sleepy. It's been a long day.
BloodyMary ending where she asks if he's happy there and he admits he wants a clean slate. Returning the stars doesn't erase his old name at all.
So in that ending, he looks into Ryland's eyes and realizes Mary lied.
She didn't put the stars in Simon's eyes for safe keeping.
Clearly, they're right where they belong, in angel's eyes.
Usually, it doesn't take this damn long to decide this sort of thing. But for most of the time I've had her as a concept, she's had long hair. But just like, regular, long hair with no other styling is boring. And her being pale in her color palette is NOT helping the boring issue! And I like the idea of her constantly doing things in lieu of a social life as well as to help with her studies.
She does odd jobs because she enjoys using her quirk in a world where that's not a crime (Dispatch doesn't seem to criminalize powers themselves, so much as their effects. Like, Flambae isn't breaking fire code by existing, but he also needs a licence to fly with his powers. Mal doesn't need citizenship as a half demon, but because she's from Australia. So on and so forth). It also helps pay the bills with Robert since the majority of his wealth goes to Mecha Man upkeep (her own needs mostly taken care of between the government and research patents based on her powers).
She likes making clothes because it helps recycle, she likes the challenge, and it's a way to create outfits she usually only can make with her ice powers! It also means she can make clothes that insulate better so her cold doesn't spread too far.
And hair can be an extension of that!
Like, if I give her crazy long hair, she can braid it while studying. Put items in it for storage when she's distracted (pens and such, nothing crazy). And she can look extra cute whenever she wants! I'm considering bangs, but it's actually funny if I keep the idea of her 'growing' hair with her ice exclusively to give herself bangs when she needs them.
She's really taken that "heroes help" thing by doing her utmost to be helpful whenever possible! And because it's Robert Robertson the 3rd, she knows powers aren't everything! So she picks up skills and especially likes helping in ways that don't involve ice at all!
More than anything else, she likes making Robert proud! And all the things she does, the people she helps, does that! Which she loves! Because out of everyone in this world, he's seen her at her worst. He knows what she can do on a bad day. But he never holds it against her.
It's because she was literally a scared, traumatized, and injured child, but the brain is harder to convince than that.
Also, for fun, she can dip dye her hair. Partially because it's white, but also because she can freeze color into it as she pleases.
Side note, Robert is SO into the idea of powers not meaning shit, he INSISTS she trains with it. Nothing with ice will happen without her intention! And he challenges her to think outside the box all the time! Including building a fighting style (that she doesn't use most of the time as long as the villain kidnapping follows rules). He believes she can be better than shitty supers whipping their powers out for everything, pretending they have no control or responsibility.
Helps that she already has a pretty good grasp of control by this point.
As much as he is her legal foster dad, he doesn't claim the 'dad' title both because of his own hangups and because he knows he'd be pissed if some asshat tried taking his own dad's place when he was a kid. Meanwhile, Yuki has been trying to work up the nerve to call him 'dad' for years now but is terrified she'd forget at a bad time and out the poor man on live tv when he's in the suit.
It is incredibly obvious to literally everyone that she adores him, though.
To the point that when Robert joins SDN, the Z-Team try to brainstorm how to get him to quit while also phrasing it as wanting him to 'reach his potential'. Possibly trying to get him to take a different job. Both to ensure Yuki is still taken care of and to make sure she doesn't think poorly of them.
They didn't all immediately love her, by the way, as funny as that would be.
At first, she was just Chase's kid that comes in after school that was kinda freaky. Mal was the most sensitive about not saying anything negative about her appearance since she's well aware how hard it is growing up looking 'inhuman' as a girl. But the eyes... Did get to people.
Chase did NOT encourage them to talk btw.
But it probably starts with Yuki seeing Sonar eat a rat and asking if he ever has issues with the raw meat. (He does not, thankfully) And the two somehow end up talking about weird food stuff normal humans don't get. Like, Yuki can't taste spice. Like, she knows when it's supposed to, but it never burns or anything. Faintly fizzy, oddly enough. And through Sonar, Mal, where Yuki asks if she's ever been spontaneously-attempted-exorcized. Because Yuki HAD and it was weird.
Mal is baffled because Yuki feels %100 human despite all appearances. Asked after details and kinda shakes her head because it was apparently super botched anyway.
Yuki is pretty short, since she looks 10, but she does help Punch Up get something by using her ice and he laughs.
"Nice! I usually have to ask Coop for help if there's not a chair around somewhere." She asks after his circus days since she's never seen a circus. Does wonder if it's normal to be cursed or if that was like, a special occasion thing.
Now, Visi is the least interested and likes to try and disappear but realizes quickly that Yuki can tell anyway (Yuki is constantly aware of ambient temperature around her, so she feels the body heat). Freaks her out and has the most distant relationship prior to Robert joining. Chase absolutely uses this as proof of her not being cut for the program.
Initially, Flambae had a... Odd relationship with Yuki. He loves kids! And he's always on his best behavior around Yuki! But Yuki tends to keep her distance and it takes Prism asking for the dots to connect that Yuki is more or less literally frozen, so him constantly setting himself on fire actually low-key hurts. Like a deep ache unless she counteracts it. Her muscles not used to being forcibly relaxed like that. Or her powers try and flare to freeze him, which she knows would hurt and wants to avoid. They actually have good convos about their different powers once its sorted.
Yuki low-key avoids Prism a little and Flambae returns the favor to ask--Yuki is actually a big fan of her music but doesn't want to be 'like that' about it. But she hasn't talked stage production with anyone in years despite wanting to, so she figured it was easier to just... Not. Prism laughs, is a little touched Yuki didn't want to be weird or parasocial about it all, but DOES want to hear about the theatre life Yuki used to be involved in. Also, big fan of the ice sculptures and wants one at her show. It's cold as fuck, but cool as hell.
Golem thinks it's neat he feels cool around her, especially likes asking for ice from her cause she can make 'good ice' (think Sonic ice if you've ever had it). Doesn't have much in common but likes vibing with her. Does think some of her questions are funny. Laughed his ass off once when she asked what building or structure he'd like to eat if he ever got a free pass for it. Commenting that the Louisiana Arch looks like it would taste... Zippy. Could not elaborate further. Golem answered with an obscure railway bridge that looks like it would taste like mint.
The conversations get weird, basically.
Eventually, someone does ask why she's so comfortable talking to ex-cons. Her safe answer is that none of them have kidnapped her for nefarious science, so they can't be that bad.
Coop knows it's because her mother's side of the family is a Russian Mob, so even their impressive rap sheets are pretty tame in comparison. Yes, even Coop. Her grandfather has done some fucked shit and didn't hide it.
Yeah, even from a young age, she knows this sort of stuff. Secret keeping was essentially from a young age.
I beat the first 2 Subnautica games this vacay and now I kinda wanna see if my glitchy ass computer can handle playing the open beta version of Subnautica 2...
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Learned that ICE HAIR is a thing and realized I could ABSOLUTELY give Yuki short hair and have her use her power just for style.
It's also really practical for someone who is constantly freezing things!
I mainly kept designing hairstyles because I didn't want her to be too close to every other female character in Dispatch and she loses some of that reference if she has short hair. But! If it's all her creation, it's an early sign of how she can utilize her powers and the little things she's constantly doing that no one is aware of!
Short hair also helps keep her cool if she's literally giving herself hair extensions with ice! Being partially raised by Robert, she's a fan of practicality, but she has a lot of cultural significance with longer hair! So, just fake it!
Brilliant!
The things I get to do when I let an OC simmer for literal years lol
Most recent version I drew btw
Some added ice effect to her hair because I'm trying VERY HARD to give her some visual contrast between her hair and skin! I should reference Jack Frost more, it's done pretty well I think!
I like the idea her "ice hair" is naturally occuring when she uses a lot of her power and also very pretty colors. Sort of prismatic! So naturally, her short hair being totally real is completely white!
Learned that ICE HAIR is a thing and realized I could ABSOLUTELY give Yuki short hair and have her use her power just for style.
It's also really practical for someone who is constantly freezing things!
I mainly kept designing hairstyles because I didn't want her to be too close to every other female character in Dispatch and she loses some of that reference if she has short hair. But! If it's all her creation, it's an early sign of how she can utilize her powers and the little things she's constantly doing that no one is aware of!
Short hair also helps keep her cool if she's literally giving herself hair extensions with ice! Being partially raised by Robert, she's a fan of practicality, but she has a lot of cultural significance with longer hair! So, just fake it!
Brilliant!
The things I get to do when I let an OC simmer for literal years lol
Most recent version I drew btw
Some added ice effect to her hair because I'm trying VERY HARD to give her some visual contrast between her hair and skin! I should reference Jack Frost more, it's done pretty well I think!
At some point, Simon is watching a movie on movie night with Ryland and Nikia and realizes that there's something he's neglected with his mates.
He was so focused on courting them in a way he understood, he didn't consider if they might have wanted something a little less... Utilitarian? Practical? Like, sure, the garden is great! And the food amazing (he would NOT settle for less), but he certainly didn't do any of the stuff he sees in their movies.
Usually, it was zanny and weird enough that he didn't think anyone could seriously want it. Neither of them expressed a desire for massive, 12-tier wedding cakes or floral arrangements big enough to completely obscure Adrian and Rocky together.
And then there was the stuff he wouldn't be able to do anyway, like asking for their parents blessing or friends...
Well, he could ask Rocky, but Simon was worried Rocky would make up some bizarre, ritualistic humiliation on the spot just to fuck with him.
And he definitely wants going about any of it traditionally to himself.
No prostrating before the Father for the right to speak to them.
No crafted representation of the Last Tree to symbolize his devotion.
No... Whatever the COI do. Kiss over the last iron weld on the nest blood ocean expedition or some shit for all he knew.
So, for lack of any real context for what was 'movie bullshit' and what was 'actual tradition', he just... Bit the bullet and asked.
"Do... Does earth do courting? For like, omegas and stuff?" He turned to Ryland and Nikia, hoping between the two of them they'd be honest with him. "I've been going by ear but... If I had the chance, I would have liked to do it properly, you know?"
"Well, it depends a little on region. Your family. Religious practice. Mine was pretty relaxed. If my parents were even alive, they might expect an introduction before we mated. And definitely asking my dad's permission before marriage. But they couldn't really stop us if we did it anyway. Legally, it's not that serious anymore." Ryland mused before turning to Nikia.
"More or less the same. Casual dating is fine. My family isn't well off, so it's not that serious if I date--my mom would be ecstatic I actually... You know. Had any interest to begin with. The multiple mate thing would throw her off, but hey, she'd be a grandmother so what's there to complain about?"
"So... Neither of you were expecting anything in particular when it comes to courting?"
"I'm an Omega, but that really only matters when I'm dating alphas, honestly. Otherwise I'm still expected to make the first move as a man." Ryland admitted. "And I was very married to my job. Think I got flowers once in highschool. What about you, Nikia?"
"Uh... Nothing. Got asked out to the movies in highschool, had a nice time, and nothing after that. Too... Awkward? Head in the clouds? My face isn't very expressive for most folks either, so I kinda look pissed off at everyone or something I guess." Nikia leaned back against the couch. "Flowers is a nice thought, but that's about it. Never put much thought into it... Would be nice to always have something to remember you two by. Not that I... Well, we're not exactly going anywhere, but just... I don't know. Something to keep and look at like 'oh, it's beautiful just like Si or Ry'... Used to collect glass figurines and music boxes."
Ryland nods.
"Yeah. I think I'd like that. I mean, we can't exactly get traditionally married out here, but I'd like to have something to fiddle with in class while I teach. Always thought it was nice that my coworkers had little momentos. Rings they twisted round and round. Nothing too big, we were teachers after all, but it was sweet. How would we do the name thing, you know, if we made it... 'official'? Marriage wise? Would we take Simon's last name? Traditionally it's the alpha that keeps their name... or... Actually, what is your last name?!" They turned then to look at Simon with confused looks.
"I don't uh... Have one."
"Oh... Well, you can have mine? Or hers, I guess?"
"Both? Hyphenate them?"
"The Grace-Sterling family? Or Sterling-Grace?"
"Sounds like a band name."
"A really cool Christian rock band name." Ryland agreed, nodding. "Yeah... I like that, actually. Bet it sounds really pretty in Eridian."
Simon is barely managing not to cry at the moment to respond properly.
Desperately, his mind latches onto the conversation just before.
"So... Jewelry is a good courting gift?" He manages to ask.
"It's certainly not a bad one? Some like giving omegas particular jewelry. Like, gland collars? The kind that covers most of the neck and shoulders. But that's sort of like a promise ring, so it's uh... A little late for that." Nikia giggled, blushing in amusement. "I always liked chokers. The weight was nice. Less likely to catch like a ring. The gland collar was a bit much though, felt like I was going to war or something."
"Chokers drove me nuts in college--scene phase--fidget rings were cool though. Kept losing them though."
"Ever try the bracelet? Maybe if it was bigger you wouldn't lose it as easy?"
"Might have had a better time at least. Bracelets are easier to manage in a lab anyway, if they're not too big. Hard to lose a whole bracelet in your pocket. Maybe glasses chain?" Ryland laughed.
"Sounds like a sound investment more than anything." Simon quietly took note of their conversation, fairly certain that they were too distracted in their banter to realize how hard he was fishing. "Bells? Or would that be a disruption in class? Always liked bells."
"I... Think it would be alright? I'm not sure Rocky has ever heard jewelry bells in person though. For all I know, every chime is a slur." Ryland grimaced.
"Ah. Right. Should look into that then." Nikia laughed.
Later, much later, when they were both distracted, Simon approached Rocky.
"Hey."
"Simon. Need something, question?"
"Yeah... I want to make a courting gift for them. Separately and together." Simon admitted after a moment.
"Simon bad at courting. Gift comes first then mating, statement."
"Yeah, yeah... So, can you help or not?"
"...yes." Rocky sighed after a moment. "Simon have idea?"
"Simon had several."
Basically, Simon deciding food and sex isn't good enough (amazing start, no notes, but well... While he's at it, he may as well spoil his babies while they're still energetic enough to appreciate it).
Gotta say, I don't think ANY of my fics have done as well as the Space Gays Being Gay and Monsterfuckers (with a side of vague Catholic Guilt™(?)) but I'm glad y'all are enjoying it so much!
Need to read over all of them and make minor corrections, especially the latest one, Second Bite, because I was a little distracted fighting Online Onedrive about italics and bold of all things, so some sentences are slightly screwy lol
Like, my browser was struggling to keep up with making it italics/bold and back again? Legit arguing with me, the bastard. Kept applying them back after a quote ended, like a psycho or smt
For some reason, trying through my computer files to type had Onedrive telling me the file/location was corrupted?!? But it was NOT?!?! Could do it fine online tho, so that's what I did.
Sucked ASS THO
Hopefully it's fixed soon, cause imma flip tables if that bullshit has to keep happening.
And I DID consider rewriting New Growth to include Nikia for her version, but it would change too much to be worth it. Like, she would actually keep Ryland on task or, if he still went outside, I'd have to figure out what to do with her? Like, maybe she could go outside too so either they separate and Simon has his filthy way with Ryland before hunting down Nikia (leaving him in the sand??? Or tucking him into bed and Nikia is just sitting somewhere like
Which considering the stops he pulled to make sure she didn't scamper away the minute either of them pulled their dicks out from sheer embarrassment, seemed unlikely?
And group sex on the beach... Sounds uncomfortable? Idk, I think that's too much too soon ironically. So either Simon would have to go full
Or somehow convince her not to keep trying to run while he rails Ryland out of his doctorate degree
Idk man, the overwhelmed power nap seemed the most reasonable solution. Did have to cut the smut short though since they'd already gone wild beforehand lmfao
Simon is a damn MONSTER when it comes to his omegas, but Ryland is fucking TIRED BRO, let him eat it before passing out for the night lol
So, technically, her version of the series has 3 parts? But imagine instead of quite so much shower sex, they go to bed with her in it lol
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Warnings: Omegaverse, sort of implied that this fic event happened up to a certain point, pregnancy, arousal at thought of heavy pregnancy, praise kink, light somnophilia, breeding kink, cum play, snowballing, knotting, oral sex, very creative oral sex, and overstimulation. Oh! Possessive behavior and sex.
Word Count: 4,344
Past Nikia was a god damn idiot.
There.
It just... had to be said.
There was no excuse—well, actually, if she was being fair it was a little hard to consider the ramifications of what seemed to be kinky sex talk when one man was knuckle deep in her cunt and the other was talking in that low, confident rumble that made her insides melt. But on the other hand, Simon wasn’t one for figures of speech. Exaggerations, maybe. But never outright impossible statements. So, really, she should have realized something was up when Simon made it very clear what he intended to do.
It was just... they were just...
She’d be lying if she said she never considered being with Ryland, even if it was just a ‘last hurray’ thing before they died. Olesya even joked about an orgy somewhere between a fifth shot and a messy disco karaoke song, way before they launched the Hail Mary. Before Ryland was even on board, willing or otherwise. He was a good man, the omega sweet and considerate with dumb jokes and even dumber shirts she absolutely stole a few times on purpose. When Simon showed up, she’d sort of placed herself in awkward limbo of kind-of-hoping-sort-of-waiting-orbiting with Ryland and may have displaced that affectionate energy onto Simon while he recovered.
It worked to keep him calm and non-violent, at least, so she refused to feel too bad about it.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t said she loved Ryland by that point. But she also never did anything to clarify that her love was a little different from how she loved Rocky. No less intense—they did all just about die for each other at one point or several depending—but still not the same. The fact that Ryland didn’t say anything or ask any further questions let her settle somewhat comfortably into the unstated-queer-platonic-situationship they had going on. Eventually joined by Simon and his... everything. Yikes on a bike, talk about trauma--
Point is! She was okay with it! She would spend the rest of her life with two, sweet, amazing men and that... that was enough for her.
Really.
Sure, she was afraid of being left behind when it became clear Simon was doing... something? Almost courting, but she was looped into it, though at the time she assumed it was because they all lived in the same house. She would have been pissed if Simon had worked so hard on the garden and only shared with Ryland because—hey, that’s fucking rude, she’s right there. And maybe they were all a little trauma-bonded and co-dependent, but they were working on it!
Maybe one day they’d ask her if she wanted her own place.
That was okay.
Really.
She was used to being alone. Independent, regardless of her omega status.
She’d find something to fill her days with silence. Something besides wondering what life would be like if she wasn’t so comfortable running or standing in place. That still, stifling pace that filled her head with thoughts of things best left forgotten. Play music in the background or catch up on reading, anything to not feel like she was already fading, a slow death only she was just realizing...
Because she knew, if straight up asked, she’d chicken out.
Nikia flinches.
Ryland and Simon decide.
Do or die, they act.
And Nikia’s been hesitating for years now. In all the ways that matter.
So of course, she didn’t realize what Simon was doing—what he’d dragged Ryland into doing too. Warm, whimpering heat against her side. Sharp teeth in her neck. Hesitate just long enough that leaving seems like the most impossible choice she never wanted to make to begin with. Finally close with someone, for the first time in her whole god damn life...
It was overwhelming.
Terrifying.
Nerve-wracking.
And wonderful.
It was... nice to be wanted. Even lost in a mix of slick heat and rut, she was never set aside. Anytime she found space to anything outside of them, hands pulled her back. Back into someone’s arms. Into someone’s lips. Onto a cock or knot until even her burning heat was drowning in them both. Her face still burned a little, remembering a brief flash of lucidity.
Cum, thick between her thighs as she trembled uselessly beside Ryland just barely in reach. Ryland’s face flushed and crying as he whimpered, hips jerking back onto Simon’s knot, hand reaching out to her face. Dragging her by her neck into an open, messy kiss while Simon purred so loud it vibrated in her chest. Ryland was saying something but it was lost in the punched moans as he was finally knotted again. Staring hazily into her eyes like he couldn’t believe he was there with Simon and her.
Of course, the memory hazed a little after that.
Simon rumbled something about ‘being empty’ and ‘why don’t you fill her back up, baby?’ before sitting on his haunches, Ryland still stuck on his knot while they dragged her onto his lap too. Hands bracing her hips as another pressed low on her belly, pushing out a filthy mix of cum just for Ryland to fuck it back into her...
So!
Uhhhh... needless to say, Nikia was very much their mate and incredibly wanted...
Also, very pregnant now—thanks Simon, you tricksy little bitch!
It was all a bit... much.
It had been an awkward three weeks since their combined heats and rut ended, though recent revelations explained why Simon was so damn smug and not pressuring a conversation about it all yet, simply insisting they all sleep in the now clean nest together, every night. It explained why she felt so clingy, more nauseous than usual, and so reluctant to leave the nest or her mates. The doctor's visit was pre-scheduled for after their normal heat only to find...
Yeah.
Nikia stepped inside the house, watching as Simon and Ryland made their way to the kitchen island, intending to talk... maybe. Simon didn’t seem interested in explaining himself. Ryland smelled... anxious. But also that special, resolute scent he only got when he decided on a plan that was both ballsy and somehow going to work despite everything. Something like summer heat before a storm rolled in, living and deep with electric promise... Simon was still a smug bitch, though.
Rather than dealing with... all that right now, Nikia rolled her eyes.
“Okay, so... obviously, we need to talk. But I think I’m going to cry if I try right now, so I’m going to nap. You two... do whatever this is about. Ry?” Ryland looked over at her, his eyes slightly scheming and mind visibly turning. “Goodluck. Give him hell for me.” he nodded resolutely, kissing her cheek with a slight squeeze on her side as she passed.
Simon was watching her with dark, amused eyes that softened with tenderness after a moment. He held out his arm in a silent invitation. A small opening of his posture and open palm held out to her. After a moment of hesitation, Nikia slipped in close, dipping her head low to his bared throat where Ryland’s mark lightly scarred the skin of his scent gland. His scent was mellow, a shaded glen in spring coming to mind, the rich earthy mix deep in her lungs as he murmured into her curls.
“Get some rest, baby. We can talk later—It'll be okay, I promise.” Simon rubbed her back, slow and easy. Letting her take a moment before retreating.
She almost showered, but the idea of washing off the reassuring mix of a shaded garden before a storm made her throat swell with emotion. Choosing instead to throw on a loose shirt Simon borrowed from Ryland and burying her face in a pillow. She had thought it would be hard to fall asleep given the news, especially with her chronic insomnia, but the world simply... dissolved.
She heard something a few times. Somewhere between dreaming and wakefulness. Lost somewhere in the artificial warmth of her heated blanket—usually used exclusively to pre-warm the bed for herself since Ryland and Simon threw off heat like the sun.
A choked moan.
Hissed words.
The door opening.
What may have been a very familiar, heated scream.
Door closing. Shower running.
More moaning, closer this time, over the sound of running water.
“--how sweet she is for us? Think she’s dreaming about how good we bred her?”
A choked moan taken over by warm static.
Damp skin sliding up her thigh, leaving a chill trail that made her shiver and curl up tighter. A broad palm curling onto her hip, teasing at the edge of her panties. Hot breath in her ear as a familiar voice pressed kisses along her throat.
“So good for us both, shame you’re already bred—but that’s okay. We can still keep trying anyway. Sweet Ry tried to run, isn’t that silly?” he purred, sucking on her pulse for a moment as she was moved slightly. Hot tongue soaking the thin fabric over her pussy before it was slowly pulled down. “Kind of liked it though—hunting him down. Claiming him... would you run too if I asked? Would you let your alpha stalk you like prey? Prettiest prey I could ask for... so soft and warm in our nest.”
Nikia whined, shifting restlessly against the warm hands holding open her thighs and pressing her wrists onto the bed. Eyes fluttering open only to be obscured by Simon’s dark hair in the dim light. Ryland’s head between her thighs where she felt more than saw him lick a broad stripe up her folds. Panting like he’d run a marathon into her heat, lips kissing and teeth nipping at her clit like he was straining against a leash just to taste her.
“Th-This isn’t talking, Si!” Nikia whined, breath stuttering in her chest as her body throbbed, scent only just now registering. The subtle soaps doing nothing to dim the hot arousal in the air. A mini-heat, perhaps, triggered by either their simultaneous pregnancy or the mere thought of it. Simon pulled back, his mouth agape and unnaturally wide. The thin, needle-like teeth parting slightly as he stared down at her, one eye burning red in the dark. His lips twitched into a smile. He pulled back until her vision blurred his features, but the shape of his tongue was undeniable.
Long and thick, it seemed endless as it almost oozed out of his mouth. The shape unnatural as it unspooled before retreating back between his jaws like he thought better of it. Simon leaned back in with a fond chuckle.
“You want to talk now, do you?” Simon asked, his tone playful but about as disarming as a knife to the throat as he released her wrists to pull her shirt off. Ryland was more distracting than anything, the tip of his tongue flicking her clit before circling low, teasing her entrance before doing it all over again. “Sure. What do you want to talk about?” Simon asked, almost casual as he stroked the sides of her ribcage, thumbs teasing against her breasts.
“I-I... I don’t... R-Ry, please~!” Nikia whined, shuddering as her just barely dipped his tongue into her before retreating. “H-How did y-you—oooohngh~!” Nikia tried again, choking on her words as Ryland slipped deep inside.
Simon adjusted his grip, sliding his palms over hers to lace their fingers together in a gesture that was almost sweet if it wasn’t for the hunger in his eyes.
“How did I... get Ryland to warm you up, pretty girl? Oh, that was easy. I just reminded him how cute you sound when you make a mess on his face. Don’t worry, I’ll have a turn soon... ooooor, are you being silly mean to ask why we’re doing ‘this’?” Simon chuckled, pressing kisses over her face that were chaste if it wasn’t the hot flicks of his tongue that almost mirrored the deep, searching motions Ryland made against her walls. “Because I don’t want my pretty omegas to think for a single second that I don’t want them. I plan on making that clear every. Single. Night... or... maybe you mean to ask how I bred my sweet babies so good?” Simon chuckled against her lips.
Ryland pressed her thighs up more, grabbing her ass like he was steadying himself in place to start lapping at her walls. Scooping up with his tongue and out with messy, wet sounds mixed with his moans.
“Y-YES! I-I do—I do—oooo~! A-Alpha, h-how d-did you breed us?!” Nikia wailed, trembling as the heat boiled over, drenching Ryland’s face as she did so. “W-We sh-shouldn't be able to—th-the surgery~a-aahhn~! R-Ry—mega, mmmmn~ y-yeah~” she shuddered, throwing her head back as Ryland slipped two, thick fingers in slowly.
Simon snorted, like it was obvious.
His voice soft and condescending.
“Do you even see yourself? How could I look at you and not want to give you my pups? A little surgery, a few cuts, couldn’t stop me from claiming that precious cunt. Silly little omegas, too precious to waste like that. You needed me to knot you full, that’s all. What kind of alpha would I be if I neglected such basic needs?” Simon cooed, dipping his head low to nuzzle her breasts. Turning to slip and twist the peak with his tongue, eyes hot on her own as he did so. “You’re both going to get so full and heavy. Soft and mine in our nest—I'm fucking blessed. We did talk, you know. Ryland made all kinds of observations before we came back to you. I’m sure he’d tell you all about it if he wasn’t drunk on that sweet pussy right now, isn’t that right, omega?”
Ryland didn’t respond, too busy spreading her open on his fingers and tongue. One hot palm pressed over her lower belly to keep her pinned despite her best efforts.
“Wh-What happened?” Nikia asked, despite herself. Trying to distract from the delicious curl of Ryland’s fingers as he worked in another finger, tongue sucking on her clit as he did so. “O-Outside? R-Right?”
Simon purred, nodding as he kissed her lips, slow and deep. Tongue teasing her to open up wide for him. Slipping past her teeth and letting thick drool pool down her throat, following the slide with his tongue and rubbing it into her own. The taste was faintly familiar—soft voice, a desperate hand in her hair as she lapped at the trembling folds oozing slick and cum.
When he pulled away, she whined, trying to chase the taste she’d lost all sense with. Desperate to reach that hazy, drunken place again where she didn’t have to think anymore.
He smiled, licking and smearing the taste across her lips to distract her so he could speak.
“He fled to the water and I followed. Held him up to have a taste before letting him go back to shore. He was so pretty in the sand. Face flush and pussy aching for my knot. Kept him there while we cleaned up, told him how much of a shame it was that his cute cock was so lonely without you. ‘S why we came in here.” Simon purred, licking at her open mouth, long and lingering before pulling back. “Sweet baby cried about how empty you must be right now. But that’s okay—he's filling you up so good, isn’t he, pretty girl?” Simon asked, laughing softly when she nodded desperately, gasping as Ryland started fucking her with his fingers faster, like he only just remembered what he was doing. Circling inside her deeper every time his knuckles hilted.
“C’m, baby. Please—pl-eaase! W-Wanna see you take it all for us. C-Can't believe how long we left you empty, baby—p-promise it won’t happen again!” Ryland sobbed, breathing against her cunt so hard she wondered if he was being fucked and knotted by Simon somehow.
“Go on. Cum for our good boy. Then he can knot you.” Simon grinned, hungry and vicious as the image took hold.
Ryland, sweating and trembling as he worked his cock in deep, that swell stretching her open wide. Begging with that pretty, disbelieving face as he worked it into her with desperate motions. Simon like a dark shadow behind him, kissing his bare shoulders, pleased and waiting for his turn. Talking him through with filthy whispers until--
“A-Aaahhn~ P-PLEASE—WANT IT S-SO BA-AD~ D-Deep—soooo deep, a-and yours—k-knot me—knot me!” Nikia gasped, sputtering and wailing into Simon’s grinning lips. Body shaking like a leaf as she tried and failed to calm down.
“Yeah, pretty baby? Gonna take his knot, huh? Not going to ask how anymore? No... my sweet babies don’t need to know how. I said so—your alpha said so—and that’s all you need to know. Alpha says he’ll breed you—he does. Says he’ll feed and love you—he does. When your alpha says something...?” Simon purred questioningly, pulling away suddenly. Letting Ryland flip her onto her belly and hitch her ass high in the air to present her swollen pussy.
“H-He does it! A-Alpha does it!” Nikia gasped, still trembling as slick dripped down her open thighs, turning her head to look up at him pleadingly.
Rather than respond, Simon smiled as he pulled away from her vision, Ryland grasping her hips as his cock pressed against her slick folds. Sliding against them, gathering the mess to ease his way. Any thought about where he went fell out as Ryland’s cock slid into the hilt. A hot, sweaty chest pressed against her back as he slipped his tongue against hers. Kissing her as he gave short, aborted thrusts, like he couldn’t bear to separate from her walls.
Shaking her whole body with his as they moaned together. Words slurred, even this close, as something stirred him to move erratically. Hands bruising on her thighs like she was a lifeline in a hurricane.
Face pressed into the mattress in an awkward, sideways kiss, she could almost taste how desperate Ryland was to ‘knot’ her despite the impossibility of it all.
“O-Ooooh, a-alpha! L-Let me knot her—w-wanna knot our pretty girl too~! S-She's so sweet and soft—oh! Y-Your—a-ah! AH! Y-Yes! I-I u-unders-stand! H-How—oh, a-a-ALPHA!” Ryland whined, trembling against her as he was pulled back until only the tip kissed her entrance. A slow, steady push followed. Strange, moist heat between their thighs as something slipped between his cock and her walls. Sensual and curling, pressing her open in a thick, wet slide.
Ryland was no longer fucking her into the mattress—they were both being slowly pressed into a deep arch. Presenting themselves for their alpha’s tongue.
Ryland sobbed, gasping breaths loud and wet in her ear and he tried to suckle on her scent gland to calm himself. Hips pushed and pulled as a thick, writhing mass pushed deeper with every hilt. Hot breath curled against her clit, an odd texture grinding onto her with pulsing throbs. Teeth latched onto her shoulder as he whined, trembling with his entire body against their alpha’s firm grip.
Any thought about asking was pushed from her mind as a hot, slick tendril pressed against her womb like a kiss. A deep moan vibrating her thighs as she shook, clenching with force against the intrusion like it would give her room to breathe. If anything, that just amused him as his tongue curled against her walls. Bunching up against her entrance just shy of plugging her—knotting her. Ryland forced to ride her cunt, pulling the mass out of her body and pushing it back inside with wet, mind-numbing pops. Each pass getting harder to manage as she collapsed, kept in place by her omega splayed across her back, fangs still buried in her shoulder as he whined. Cock throbbing with denial until--
The mass ballooned outward, splitting apart her walls and sending her spiraling. Hot slick spurting out as her omega moaned, wild and reckless into her skin, pouring his cum into her as their alpha purred with satisfaction. Tip flicking against her slick walls as he slowly let his tongue expand until she was keening, shaking and wailing. Hips jerking as the pleasure began to burn her blood.
She thought he’d pull out.
Or maybe lessen the swelling against her cramped walls.
But her alpha kept unspooling more of his tongue into her. Stroking her walls and her omega’s cock still spurting inside her. Slick and cum spurting out in thick bubbles from the sheer amount inside her. Until she felt ready to burst, hand slipping down to press against her distended belly in dizzy wonder.
She didn’t know how long her omega knotted her with their alpha’s tongue, but when it finally began to slip out she cried. Sick with relief and grief, almost begging for him to put it back in her. Finally allowed to collapse to her side, omega’s cock popping free with a lewd mess pouring of her. A warm, gentle hand propped up her thigh with a chuckle. Fingertips following the slick mix back to her folds.
“Look. At. That... fuck you’re so pretty when you’re gaping. Delicious... my favorite thing to eat. Mmmm...” her alpha purred, lapping noisily at her thigh. “Omega cum and slick with just a little bit of your alpha mixed in. Nice, isn’t it?” A hand slipped between her thighs, scooping up some to smear on her tongue. Their omega lapping at her lips for a taste as they shared in it.
Ryland’s eyes were glazed over with lust, pupils blown wide as he moaned.
“Needs more of you, alpha.” He commented before trying to lick the back of her throat with need.
“Hmmm... I think you’re right, ‘mega. But you knotted her so good, I wonder if mine will even catch.” their alpha laughed, slipping his cock up her thigh and straight into her body in a single thrust. Lifting her thigh over his shoulder, her omega’s cock trapped, whining with overstimulation as he was grinded against between their locked thighs. Any concern for his state was gone as their alpha picked a brisk pace, bodies meeting with wet, meaty sounds. “I know, I know... just a little more, baby. C-Can't wait to taste this fucking cunt when I’m done. W-We'll have to get a little creative when you’re all swollen up, though. B-But I’ll make it work. I always do-oh—t-there it is, ready for another knot, baby? M-Maybe I’ll breed you again? How’s twins sound? Triplets? Bred till you’re bed-bound the whole time? Till you need me for everything? W-Want that, pretty girl? Precious omega, all ya gotta do is take it--!” Alpha barked, grinding his knot back and forth between her folds as it swelled. Letting it grow until it finally started to catch, letting it sit perfectly in the way. Pushing her open wider until she shook, creaming and squirting on his cock, the mess sealed with a firm slam of his hips and a wicked laugh. A slick mess of cum spurt between the hot space from their trapped omega with a weak moan.
Slowly, her alpha let her thigh fall to the side, high enough it didn’t crowd their joined bodies. Sinking down to nuzzle her hair with soft, pretty praise as he bred her again. Omega pulling away finally as he shifted low on the bed, like he was waiting for something. Gentle fingertips played with her swollen clit until she squirmed, cumming weakly onto her alpha’s knot again and again until he laughed. Finally pulling free and giving her room to breathe.
Or not—their omega’s hot mouth sealing over her cunt and licking up the mess with deep laps of his tongue as she wailed from sensitivity.
Pulling away after a moment while she shook, uncertain if she came again or just barely missed the peak, looking up to find her alpha with his hand fisted in their omega’s hair. Lips locked together and the faint shape of his throat bulging as they moaned into each other’s mouths. After a moment, they separated and she could see the wicked smirk their alpha had, even without her glasses.
Red, predatory eyes locked on hers.
“He was right... one taste and then you can rest, baby. Need to see for yourself how good we are together.” Alpha purred, slinking low onto his belly and pushing her thigh up higher until her nose kissed her kneecap. Tongue hot as it slithered up her thigh, impossibly long and thick as he licked at her abused walls. Curling and pushing against her sensitive pussy until he dragged it free slowly. Seeming to relish the overwhelmed sobs she couldn’t hide and the weak clenching on his tongue. Rising up, turning her to face him fully as his tongue slipped between her trembling lips. A thick, filthy mixture dripping down her throat like honey. Taste earthy and hot, faintly salty and sweet somehow.
She swallowed hard and often, but it stuck to her throat and tongue, leaving her gasping long after he pulled away.
She was pulled in close to their omega, their alpha looming behind her as he settled in with a pleased rumble. Predatory eyes watchful as she kept trying to polish off the strange taste on her tongue. Chuckled when the omega beside her whined and kissed at her lips too, muffling her soft moan with his tongue.
“See, pretty baby? What more do you need to know than this? What your alpha says, he. Does. You just need to keep being my sweet, precious omegas. Here, in the nest.” he nuzzled in close, draping an arm over the two omegas possessively, cock smearing a wet streak between her thighs. Watching as the kiss kept going, the both of them chasing a taste that never seemed to leave their throats. “I’ll give you everything you ever need, baby.”
