#avian reader

Like a vampire reader who doesn’t recognize their father as anything but prey and is disgusted and so confused by it because they’ve seen vampires, newborn ones, who don’t struggle not to eat their own human family members but unfortunately it’s because the batfam has to prove themselves in some sort of way. Like, they have to show themselves worthy of it. (I’m thinking a fight where the reader loses so their vampire bits see them as valuable and worthy of becoming family.)

But the reader doesn’t know that. And neither does the batfam.

Oh, also an avian reader (term I got from dsmp fandom that in this contexts means: bird-person) who has the biggest most comfortable nest ever, trying to make it as appealing as possible to their family members only for them to never go into it. Like. Rejection after rejection. And it’s not because they don’t want to. They think the reader doesn’t want them in there because once upon a time, they didn’t. But now, they do and they are so hurt. So sad.

Why doesn’t anyone want to be in their nest? :( Does nobody want to be a part of their flock? :( No preenings for reader? :(

Just sad bird reader who was once angry sad bird reader.

And maybe a bit of jealousy. Because maybe someone does defeat vampire reader in combat. Maybe someone does go into avian reader’s nest.

And maybe they almost become family. Maybe they do.

Actually on time for once?? Anyways, I made this more gender neutral bc I'm too lazy to change the words around later. Ok bai.

Keigo Takami x gn!reader

cw; oviposition, rut, riding, keigo w/bird attributes, gn!reader

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Keigo, your roommate, was sitting at his desk late at night trying to study for an upcoming exam. But it was becoming increasingly difficult as his temperature gradually began to rise. He didn’t have to think very hard to figure out what was happening to him. This very thing happened every time that spring rolled around, causing the blonde to lock himself in his room and call out sick from school until it eventually ended.

But this one felt different. More intense.

He gripped his pencil tightly, the wooden writing utensil nearly snapping under the force. Something in his stupid bird brain was telling him to go to your room. He knew you were awake, he could hear your shower running through the thin walls—you were most likely preening your wings.

And the thought drove his rut-hazed mind crazy. He wondered how you would react if he preened them for you.

Keigo was up before he could stop himself, his body running on autopilot as he walked the familiar path to your room. The shower cut off as soon as he stopped outside your door, and it made his breath hitch—ruby wings twitching behind him.

He knocked on your door, just barely loud enough to catch your attention. “Y/n…” He called out softly—almost breathlessly as he pressed his cheek against the wood.

The blonde heard shifting before your footsteps were padding towards the door. Keigo immediately straightened up, his wings spreading out only slightly. He wasn’t sure why he did it, it just felt natural.

Once you opened the door, his pants felt a hell of a lot tighter than they were before—his pupils dilating and his wings flaring. Your scent hit him like a punch to the gut, making him feel dizzy.

And then his mouth went dry.

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You could tell what was going on as soon as you opened the door for him. Keigo stood there in front of you—face flushed, chest heaving, and staring at you like he wanted to devour you—all while presenting himself to you. Your wings gave a subconscious flutter, your pulse quickening under his intense gaze.

“You… You feeling alright?” You asked quietly, stepping aside to allow him inside.

But Keigo doesn’t move—not right away—like his feet were glued to the floor. You frowned at that.

The blonde was snapped out of his trance when your hand found his shoulder, his feathers ruffling as heat jolted down his spine from the small touch. His instincts were screaming at him to touch you back, mark you, claim you.

But he wasn’t some mindless, sex crazed lunatic. He could wait. Get your permission first. And if you said no?

Well, he hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.

“M’fine.” Keigo muttered—surprised at the sound of his own voice. Has it always been that deep? “Just… wanted to ask you somethin’.” You tilted your head, your wings giving a curious flap.

Though you already knew what the question would most likely be.

“I’ll help you.” You blurt out, shocking even yourself. Keigo was clearly taken aback as well, his golden eyes widening and his pulse skyrocketing. Damn was he hard.

“You—what—?” He stammered, not expecting you to agree without him even asking first.

You couldn’t help but smile sheepishly, your hand—that was once on his shoulder—now slowly trailing down his arm until it came to a stop around his wrist, your thumb smoothing over his pulsepoint.

And he held back a groan. 

“I said,” You took a step back, pulling him with you. “I’ll help you… with your rut…” You murmured. You closed the door behind him before guiding him to your bed and gently pushing him down—crimson wings spreading out across the sheets.

Keigo couldn’t think straight. The only thought that occupied his mind was the overwhelming need to pump you full of his eggs. Then you climbed onto his lap–warm and just the right amount of heavy—he nearly lost it.

“Shit—” The blonde hissed, his head falling back into the pillows. He had to stop his hips from bucking up, stop himself from switching the position and ripping every article of clothing from your body.

You could tell he was holding back—for your sake.

But you weren’t weak. And seeing him so desperate for you—even if it was just his rut talking—was doing things to you. You leaned down, your lips grazing against his as one of your hands came up to cup his cheek. “Stop overthinking this, Keigo.” You whispered.

You then captured his mouth in a brief, but all too adoring, kiss. And when you pulled away, the blonde whined from the loss of warmth against his lips. “I’ve been wanting this too. You have no idea how badly I wanted to come into your room and present myself every time my heat rolled around.” You interrupt him.

Keigo’s breath caught at that.

You wanted him too?

And suddenly his heart was soaring.

“Let—let me make it up to you then.” The blonde said quickly, warm hands sliding under your shirt. “Wanna—wanna make you feel good—fill you with eggs—please, y/n…” He whined, hips twitching up slightly.

His words, in that pleading tone, and the image they curated in your head—sent heat straight to your core. Your wings flared out, trembling at the thought of your belly becoming swollen with his eggs. You needed it.

In one swift motion, you pulled off your pajama shorts and underwear—leaving you bare and aching in his lap—and Keigo swore he could’ve finished right then and there. But he didn’t have any time to think before you were already tugging at his sweats and boxers.

He definitely wasn’t gonna last long.

You panted above him, your own pupils dilating to match his at the sight of him. Your entrance was coated with slick now—an early heat setting in you thought. But you really couldn’t care right now, not when Keigo was looking up at you like he’d cry if you didn’t give him what he needed quickly. You couldn’t wait much longer yourself.

“Please—need to feel you around me… your scent is driving me crazy…” He said breathlessly.

And you slowly sunk down onto his throbbing length, your feathers shuddering at the deliciously painful stretch. Keigo cursed under his breath, calloused fingers gripping your hips like a vice—like he'd lose control if he let go of you. His chest heaved, hands already trying to get you to bounce while his hips bucked up against you. “P-Please—”

How could you say no?

You planted your hands onto his clothed chest for balance before lifting your hips, slamming back down onto him with a ruthlessness that ripped an explicit moan from his lips. You spread your wings wide, putting them on full display while you bounced on his cock desperately.

“K-Kei—so full… Want your eggs… Please—” You whined, your walls clenching around him.

“Fuck—I’m—I’m not gonna last if you keep talkin’ like t-that…” He gritted out, his golden eyes squeezed shut.

And you only seemed to clench harder at that—your body milking him.

“C’mon—eggs… give me your eggs—need it…"

And god was he gone.

With a guttural groan and one last push of his hips—he spilled deep inside of you, painting your walls with his hot, white cum.

You followed shortly after—the feeling of being filled so completely pushing you over the edge.

After catching your breaths, he placed a gentle hand on your lower stomach, his gaze darkening in a mix of pride and desire.

“Feel that? Those are my eggs… deep inside of you…”

You could only smile and place your hand over his, too fucked out to say anything coherent.

Preening trust.

Summary: Bumblebee learns how to preen feathers. Reader is nervous but decides to trust him to not turn them into a flightless bird.

Warning/tags: SFW. Gender neutral reader.

Characters: TFP Bumblebee. Miko mentioned.

Pronouns: You, your, yours.

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Avian humans, Havians, The Winged Ones, Feather Butts, whatever you’re called, are a minority. Taking only about one-fourth of the human population, and in some places it’s a rarity to see them. Jasper wasn’t used to housing any Havians, so people like you and Miko need to go the extra mile to get some necessities. One of which being a feather comb.

There are a lot of names for what you are, ranging from Avian Humans, Havians, and even Feather Butts. While the last one is funny, Havians was always a safe bet. In comparison to ‘normal’ humans, there weren’t many of you, making up only one-fourth of the human population. So it wasn’t all that uncommon to find civilizations without any Havian accommodations, let alone any Havians to accommodate. Jasper is unfortunately one of them, which made it difficult for you and Miko as you had to order supplies from the nearest city. Recently you had broken one of your feather combs, while your spare was still busy partying in neverland.

Lost, it’s lost, you lost your only spare feather comb.

Which leaves you where you currently are, sitting perched on the knee, or whatever cybetronian equivalent to a knee, of Bumblebee who had insisted on helping you preen the traditional way. Birds only produce oil on their tails and use their beaks to spread it around, but Havians produce oil on both wings and tail much like sweat glands, so you’ve prepared by wearing rubber gloves and brought a little hand towel.

“Be gentle, okay? I don’t want you ripping off any of my feathers.” While you know Bumblebee will be as careful as he possibly can, you still speak with a stern voice to ensure he won’t get too excited or distracted during the process.

Bumblebee nods his helm, a couple of deeps leaving him before he’s moving his servos to your tail feathers. Spotting the movement, you swat at his servors. “Oi! You’re only doing the wings, got it? No touchy the tail.” You almost felt bad upon seeing the expression on his faceplate, he looked like a kicked puppy, but you know that’s only because of those big eyes of his. Those optics are powerful, and you’re pretty sure he knows it.

You extend your left wing to make it easier for him, before reaching your hands behind yourself to reach your tail, feeling around for any pin feathers. Feeling the large metal digits explore your wing was odd, and you were certain the feathers would be a mess afterwards. God you missed your comb. Bumblebee was gentle, lightly rubbing at the pale grey-white pin feathers like you had instructed beforehand, the keratin falling apart easily. The oil trapped between the feather and keratin getting smeared over the feathers and his digits.

A rhythm was set soon enough, peaceful silence encompassing you both. Once you finished with any pin feathers on your tail, you smeared some of the oil that had gotten on your gloves onto the feathers, before moving on to start on your right wing. Bumblebee, being inexperienced at this, and having the disadvantage of big digits, was taking his time with your left wing. Taking a glance at his work so far, you notice he’s putting in the effort of not messing up your feathers too much, keeping them as neatly ordered as he could. You couldn’t help the smile growing on your lips, and if he wasn’t so hyper focused on preening he might’ve noticed the soft feeling in your EM-field. Or maybe he did.

By the time he finished your left wing, you had already completed your right wing and taken off your rubber gloves. Seeing how shiny his digits were from the oil, you couldn’t help but chuckle, Bumblebee joined in with a few giggling beeps as he looked down at his servos that could’ve rivaled Knockouts paint in levels of reflectiveness. Picking up the hand towel and standing up on his leg, you reach up to wipe as much of the oil off as you could. Bumblebee didn’t hesitate to let you, lowering his servos for easier access to his servos. His optics looked over at your left wing, feeling a swell of pride in his spark at his work, which was honestly impressive for his first time.

Maybe you’d let him help you again next time you had to preen.

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And CUT!

Featuring: Ccino, Reaper, and Fresh.

Beware, there will be lots of violence, and from this point onwards you are proceeding at your own risk :]

There's a lot of Avian lore there, and I can confirm that I do genuinely have other Sanses being alterni-fied into these species.

Sun

Usually you keep your wings concealed, being rather shy about showing them off even though Sun reassures you it’s okay.

You know how curious he can be--and curious folks tend to touch your feathers, which you strongly dislike.

But while you’re listening to his nagging, you see a random green ball from the pit come flying at his head.

Instinct makes you leap up and smack it away, flaring your wing out to protect him.

Sun sees this and gawks, before grinning. “Wow, bird-friend!! Your wings are so pretty!”

“Th-Thanks.” You smile a little. “You can look, just don’t touch.”

“Never! I always tell the kids to keep their hands to themselves...but most never listen.” He pouts, but watches you ruffle your feathers with great interest, asking questions and such.

Moon

The Attendant’s nighttime counterpart immediately makes your fight or flight reflexes kick in.

Or in this case just your flight reflex as you just take off and hide somewhere within the dark daycare.

His vibes are just scary. Period.

Moon could fly in a way, too, and could very well find you. 

But he chooses to wait, seeing that you’re scared. He’s used to it and doesn’t really mind waiting for the lights to come back on.

After a few minutes you return to him. Your feathers are bristled but the rest of your body is relaxed as you realize he means no harm.

He’s surprised yet glad you don’t see him as a threat.

Roxy

Usually you’re shy, but with this wolf--your favorite out of the bunch--you can’t contain your excitement!

When you got to meet her for a photo op, your wings ruffle up from sheer happiness. She had to know you were one of her biggest fans!

She sees your wings and is surprised to learn you’re part-sparrow. Not to mention so outgoing.

You’re shy when talking to the other Glamrocks, but energetic around her. There’s not a doubt in her mind that she’s the best in your eyes.

“You know I eat birds like you for breakfast, right?” She jokes, grinning.

i need self indulgence.

HC’s with Dark,Wilford,Yancy,Murdock, and Yandereiplire

with a S/o that has wings [maybe barn owl?]

Dark

Out of the bunch, he doesn’t touch your wings without your permission.

He has respecc.

If you need to take care of them, he’ll provide you with whatever you need.

Though one day you notice him particularly stressed out and having flashbacks, so you allow him to pet your wings as a distraction.

While hesitant at first, he just strokes a few of the feathers, finding them softer than expected.

They’re just as soft as the hugs you give him on his bad days.

Wilford

Dude can’t keep his hands off your wings.

They’re just very neat and he loves petting them!

But he thinks they could use some color besides brown and tan, and may try to dye them pink (using animal-safe dyes ofc).

You catch him in the act every single time and scold him.

You’re just still a bit wary around him....ever since he almost accidentally shot you out of the sky bc he mistook you for a weird duck.

He still feels extremely bad.

Yancy

He's mesmerized.

Your wings are just super neat! And very soft!! He’s touch-starved as hell so he wouldn’t mind if you wrapped them around him for cuddles.

If you're serving time for bird-related crimes he wants to hear your stories.

When he learns a rookie guard put ankle weights on you to prevent you from taking flight he gets the shiv ready.

You convince him not to kill them, but he whines that your freedom is being limited.

“Didn’t you sing a whole song about not wanting to be free?”

“...well that doesn’t means yous gotta be grounded all the time!”

Murdock

"Huh, interesting wings you got there."

He doesn't judge at all. Your wings look pretty cool to him.

If he hears that someone made fun of them..let's just say they mysteriously disappeared the next day. Never to be seen again.

Every time someone in public looks at you with even a slightly weird gaze, he'll be like "okay time to find their ip address and place of work and extended family and-"

"Mur, stop. You can't do that every time someone stares."

“..but why not? :(”

Yandere

“Senpai!! Do your wings need preening??"

“Senpai! I’m gonna keep this molted feather if that’s okay!″

“Senpai!! If anyone makes fun of your wings I’ll cut their arms off <3″

He adores your wings as much as the rest of you, loving them the moment you revealed them.

They're great for petting if he needs to calm down and restore his sanity (it’s definitely better than him laughing hysterically like he used to).

*Laughing Evilly*

MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

👉👈🥺 More Owl Avian HC’s but with Ezekiel, Porniplire Brothers, and Host because 4 MORE DAYS OF SCHOOLING!!!!

if you can, can you add the fact that Y/n basically has a phobia of silence? because i listen to music 24/7 because i hate the ringing in my ears when its quiet. but also hate when its super loud

Ezekiel (Necromancer Mark)

“A giant harpy?? Hell yeah wanna be my scouting minion??”

He thinks you’d be helpful for scouting out trespassers around the base of Mt. Nasty (what a weird name lol)

He has a vulture for a pet but she just stands on her perch and looks pretty, too old to fly anymore.

Besides he’s lowkey lonely and wants to talk to someone who isn’t a villager who screams in terror at the sight of him.

But you don’t mind doing his bidding (which is just you flying around in a circle once and telling him nothing’s there, even if you did see someone or got bored and went to hunt instead). He rewards you with a rat he found for you to snack on just for doing it.

You kinda like living in the cave because all the noises calm you down.

The dripping water from the stalactites, squeaking bats...

And yes, even Ezekiel’s occasional evil laughter. 

Ryder + Pornipliers (I’m too lazy to think of names for the others)

All of them say the corniest shit, trying to up their flirt game.

“How’s the weather up there?” Lumberjack says

“That blood on your face is kinda hot ngl but pls clean it before you get an eye infection” The Doc begs.

“If you need noise ik how to make some~” Lifeguard winks.

You could literally puff your feathers out and stand at 9 feet tall to look intimidating as hell..

And yet every single one of these himbos would still be down bad for you.

Date is the only one who’s like “guys pls they could rip you apart-”

Ryder’s like “honestly I’d thank them lmao”.

Simps. All of them.

Host

You love cozying up in his library and listening to his podcasts or narrations while rummaging through books on avians (or whatever subject interests you most).

It’s good that Host tends to talk all the time bc you can’t stand the silence.

So obviously you like being around him most.

Sometimes he wants to pet your fluffy wings for grounding/comfort reasons.

You don’t mind getting prey blood on your feathers but don’t wanna get human blood on them.

First time you saw Host bleeding you were worried that you accidentally scratched him with your talons.

Though he reassures you it’s just stress.