your hybrid au...unparalleled. bratty little kitty cat kirsch especially Has My Heart. I want to pet him and play with his ears so badly!!

“Go ahead, Master!” Kirsch all but purrs. Scooting closer to you, he dips his head forward and nuzzles against your shoulder. “I might be a brat, but I promise I’ll be good if you pet me.”

When your fingers find his ears, Kirsch mewls and leans into the touch hard. His eyes squeeze tightly shut. 

Ah, it feels good... Being petted feels so good. 

Not caring to talk, Kirsch purrs loudly and tips his head into your touch even more. Your fingers scritch lightly right at the base of his velvety ears, and even that gentle touch draws whimpers and mews out of him. Nothing compared to being petted by his Master. 

Somehow no one has asked for Gras milk, so I'm here to fix that!

Since Gras is getting sooo agitated from his chest being filled, master decides to tie him up all pretty while they help with this newfound problem. Great idea right? Well not so much for Gras, because it quickly becomes clear that Master intends to utilize his lack of movements by being as sweet and gentle as they can. He can't just walk put of this one, meaning master can be as tender as they want with him. How lovely!

"Agitated" is indeed an accurate description of Gras's state after long enough spent aching and full. No one wants (or dares) to get close to him when he's like this, so until you step in, he's been agonizingly frustrated from the discomfort and not-quite-pain. He's looking forward to finally getting some measure of relief, and the bindings only make the whole situation seem more promising... right up until you're gentle. The sweet, loving touches, easing him into release instead of forcing the process to get it over with quicker, are absolute torture. Any relief he gets from the milk being drained is immediately outweighed by the emotional tension that takes its place, and Gras hates it. He'll curse and struggle and spit insults, putting up an awful fight in the hopes that eventually, you'll get tired of pretending like he deserves such softness.

The chronic pain guns deserve a real gentle master. How would they handle a master who fucks them but makes sure they’re as painless as possible? They may be getting used but there’s pillows under their joints and plenty of prep and more painkillers and numbing cream than they could hope for, and it makes the pleasure their master is making sure to give them even better. With Mikhael, love1, F and Springfield

Since you said "used", I'm writing this with the idea that it's... mostly consensual? The boys are attached to Master, but not to the point where they would have asked for this on their own.

. . .

Mikhael

Every time you try to do this, Mikhael can't help but be tense. He's afraid of what's going to happen to him no matter how many times you treat him kindly, and the pillow keeping his bad knee at a comfortable angle is a small mercy. The worst part is that it feels good. He doesn't want to like it as much as he does, but being treated so softly, so carefully, and reaching that empty-headed state of post-orgasm bliss every time is more of a relief than Mikhael wants to think about. It's hard to believe that this kind of touch could actually be pleasant, and yet, with you...

Love1

He's not expecting anything good from this, when you start. Love1 knows his body is broken to the point where any rough handling is going to be a problem... but then, you're just careful. Gentle. Always making sure to find positions that don't leave his body aching afterward, and going so slowly that there's no chance to tense up and make himself hurt. That's how Love1 finds out that he has much more of a libido than he expected. Now that this is an option, it's hard to ignore how badly he wants it to happen again, if only so he can feel something good, for once.

F

The fact that you're so careful with him makes F very, very uncomfortable. Sex is supposed to be painful, miserable, and forced onto his body until it responds all on its own. It's not supposed to involve numbing cream to dull the pain from his scars, feather-light touches, and pills that make everything hurt so much less. The utter lack of the sensations he's used to makes it difficult for him to finish... though that just means you'll have to dote on him even more to make sure he comes. Highly disturbed by how gentle you're being, it's hard for F to keep up the mask.

Springfield

From the start, Springfield is more worried about his fragile body being an inconvenience to you than anything. The few times people did this before, he ended up much too damaged for it to happen again. He doesn't want to disappoint you or make himself even more useless, and that anxiety is obvious. Being treated so carefully doesn't feel right either, though. He doesn't deserve it at all— and that leads to plenty of tears and whimpered gratitude. Even if he's still scared, you're being so very kind to him.

hiii hi can you please do like two and kisses i love him so much aahhfvg

Like Two can't handle that kind of affection in the slightest. Even a simple kiss on the cheek has his face flaring red, and he's likely to try to push you away on reflex, when the sudden, flustered feelings spike into panic. He doesn't want you to think of him as needy or weak, but his desperate attempts to save face come out furiously defensive... yet hardly convincing. If the kisses persist, though, Like Two will eventually hit his limit. He really does want to be spoiled, after all, and there's only so much he can do to resist the exact kind of sweet attention that has his heart fluttering in his chest and anything resembling common sense melting away as gun instinct takes over— he's a blushing, stammering mess soon enough.

Charle being rented to someone who simply takes him on a date. They profusely apologize about everything, saying that they needed someone to act like their date so that their parents who rarely visit but are absolutely insufferable when around would not nag them about being "alone".

There's something uniquely shameful about being bought for such an innocent purpose. Charleville wouldn't have expected it, and yet, your apologies and sympathy somehow make him feel even filthier. Whether you know what's usually done with him or not, he's obviously unaccustomed to this sort of scenario— and it feels like every passing moment makes his inexperience stand out all the more. Merely pretending to be your date isn't bad at all, really, but Charleville remains painfully self-conscious of every mistake.

Even so, he finds himself enjoying the (blissfully normal, for once) date. He's surely doing a terrible job of playing the part, but... it's still nice to experience this make-believe romance with someone who can at least pretend that his company alone is worth their time. Pathetic though it may be, Charleville will be clinging to these rare, precious, happy memories for a long time to come.

We must return to tradition. Kirsch milk in my mouf (with a doting Master who won’t let him leave their sight anytime he lactates <333)

What his body is doing feels dirty and bad, but Kirsch finds the milk much easier to tolerate when it gets Master's attention onto him. He'd put up with anything if it meant getting held and fussed over, and that includes this uncomfortable fullness and pain in his chest. He'll whine and play up his suffering in the hopes of making you feel sorry for him, all while soaking up every second of doting and touch. It's hard to believe you really do like something so gross, but Kirsch doesn't dare question it— and he does his best to shove the little pangs of shame down and out of the way. Focusing on your lustful, adoring gaze makes it easier, even if it still feels strange to be praised just for letting you suck him dry.

Would it be reasonable to connect Fal's love of torture and his fear of punishment? I know he's more fearful of mistakes in general, but I don't remember if it's more the punishment itself or the idea of being thrown away. Either way I feel like he subconsciously has a guilty conscience about the things he did and believes that "devine" retribution awaits him.

The two are quite likely connected, but I'd say it's more of a "seeking control in whatever ways he can take it" situation than any desire to be personally punished, subconscious or otherwise. Fal exists in a state of constant stress, where the fear of falling short of his superiors' expectations always hangs over his head. The people with power over him can hurt him in any way they want to, for any reason they deem sufficient— his power and capability as a weapon don't do anything to protect him when he's forced to submit to someone else's will.

That's why Fal seeks out those situations when the balance of power temporarily shifts, and he's the one who can make someone else suffer. Torture involves control. He gets to put someone else in a state of fear, pain, and reliance on his opinion of what should be done to them. It's a temporary escape from the precarious position of avoiding failure and punishment, and that short-term rush of power (and momentary security) is what makes it so appealing to him.

Mhmmm what about using a vibe on Omega Kirsch when he’s in heat? He’s all cuddled up in his Masters arms with his back to their chest, and Readers got one hand keeping his leg spread while the other sweetly yet sadistically forces him into overstimulation

• Physical sensations aside, Kirsch is apprehensive. He's in Heat; you're supposed to be fucking him while he's eager and needy and desperate for every little touch. It doesn't feel right for you to be holding back. Has he done something to not deserve Master's touch? Are you losing interest in him? The Heat means he's too scrambled to be lingering on his worries for long, but it also means he's not capable of fully hiding how nervous he feels.

• Both the best and worst part of this whole scenario is how thoroughly focused it is on his pleasure— you're not getting anything out of this beyond seeing him squirm, while he gets to be held and touched and pushed through orgasm after orgasm while you purr filthy praises in his ear. Kirsch adores being the center of your attention like this, but at the same time, it makes him terribly self-conscious. All of his yowling and thrashing can't possibly be cute, and without your own pleasure to serve as a distraction, he knows you're catching every ugly detail.

• It takes a lot to satisfy him. The Heat has his already-high sex drive spiked to something downright frantic, and that's not helped by how badly he wants to make the intimacy last. Kirsch is fully expecting you to kick him out when you're done (it's what anyone else would have done), so even when he's reduced to sobbing from overstimulation, he'll keep begging for more. The vibrator is utter torture on raw-feeling nerves, but he's not ready to leave your arms so soon— and anything Master wants seems okay, like that.

Let's say one day Hachikyu realises that Murata isn't using him as a servant/errand boy anymore, generally stopped really bothering him and Hachi learns (maybe from asking Arisaka, maybe from overhearing it, whatever) that's it's because Master realised that Murata was being mean to him and told Murata off. How would Hachikyu feel?

When he finds out that you stepped in to help him, Hachikyu is somewhere between grateful and so very confused. He wouldn't have expected you to go out of your way like that, and especially not over such a minor issue as Murata's bullying. Surely, you have more important things to worry about than his misery... right? It's also hard to believe that Murata really will back off, but either way, Hachikyu is acutely, almost uncomfortably grateful that you cared enough to try to help him. Normally, no one would notice his distress at all, let alone deem it a problem worth solving. At the same time that he knows he needs to be polite and thank you properly, he's too anxious to reach out and approach you first.

永遠の相棒

My partner forever

wanna give f maaaany pats at this point my baby~~

F almost flinches when your hand comes down on his head. He’s expecting to be hit— or at the very least, to have you grab a handful of his hair and pull, but none of that happens at all. 

Instead, you pat him gently, fingers lightly stroking through his hair. 

“To what do I owe this delight?” he purrs, trying to make his eyes go sensually lidded instead of tightly, nervously closed. 

You tell him he’s cute. You stroke his head so, so gently. 

F bites back some awful, whimpery little sound. His hair is the one place where pleasure won’t morph into arousal or pain. You’re still petting him, gently enough that it’s making his nerves burn with sensation that he’s not used to. Pain is familiar. This kind of thing borders on too much. 

And the praise. That’s not helping. “Master, I do adore your touch, but... is there a reason why you chose to spoil me today...?”

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4 days until wet rat wednesday

rather than force fal (hybrid au) to take the blanket i wonder if it wouldnt be more effective to plug it in and turn the heat up then drape it over his shoulders and tell him to be a good boy and keep it on while hes working?

Abruptly, something falls over his shoulders. Fal jolts and almost lets out a small, startled sound, but contains himself just in time. 

“Master—?”

When he turns around, you’re there. There’s a blanket over his shoulders now. You lean over to plug something into the wall, mess with something dangling from the blanket, and smile at him. 

“You’ll like it,” you say, then run your fingers through his hair for a brief moment that makes Fal shiver nonetheless. 

He’s about to open his mouth to (maybe) protest, but all too soon, the thing around his shoulder and back starts getting warm, and Fal chokes on his words. To his naturally chilled body, the heat is absolute bliss. His shoulders sag into it before he can stop them. 

Whatever this is for— he’ll have to repay you. Something so nice could never come without a cost, and—

“Relax a bit,” you say, still dragging your fingers against his scalp. “You look like you’re melting already. Enjoy it. I want you to just try to relax today. Keep it on while you work. Be good for me, Fal.”

The words make him shudder. The heat feels so good.