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mysicklove · 6 months

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DAY 22: A/B/O

With: Isagi Yoichi

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Omega/bottom Isagi, Top/Alpha/Gn reader, omegaverse stuff (slick, claiming, scenting, etc.), isagi is in heat, readers pp could be read as strap or dick, marking/biting, slight blood, possesive behavior, instincts and stuff, isagi lowkey being feral

A/N: i like this one. and dont ask me why i know so much about a/b/o dynamics.'

Isagi was completely fine with being an omega. Sure, in the beginning he thought it may affect his soccer career, but as he grew and matured, he realized that it wasn't a problem anymore. Scent blockers and suppressants were a gift from the gods, and key factor of how he went pro. Without them he didn't know where he would be.

But, it led to an addiction. Constantly hiding his scent, hoping people may mistake him for being a beta so he doesn't have to deal with the slander omegas get on the field. And without heats he doesn't have to miss practice. Hence, every morning he puts a scent blocker sticker on his neck and wrist, and the second he feels a little amiss, he pops a heat suppressant. And he lived fine.

Except then you came into his life. An alpha.

Heats are supposed to be spent with you. His body was begging him to spend it with someone, but he shuts it down immediately. Its unhealthy, and he knows it. A doctor has reminded him for years now, but he brushed it aside.

The two of you had fought about it for about a year now. It was damaging his body, but he was too deep in his soccer career to sacrifice those multiple weeks of the year. You couldn't force him to do it, but every time you saw him pop that pill, and instinctual dread flooded your veins.

He hasn't had a real heat in five years. More than twice longer than what is considered “unhealthy” for an omega. It means when he finally does fall into it, its bound to be painful, and long lasting. Not only that, but his instincts are supposed to be heightened more than usual, so he doesn't know what he will say or do once he goes into it again.

But you finally convinced him spend it with you. He has been hinting for months now that he wanted you to mark him, but when he finally bluntly asked you to claim him, you said you would only do it during his heat. He agreed with much hesitancy.

It's a dread to think about, and honestly he is a little scared. But he promised you he would do it. He (very reluctantly) called off two weeks from soccer practice during off season, when he felt his pre-heat begin to creep up on him.

So, here he is. Going to have his first heat in five years.

The two of you stayed at his place. It was probably better to be at a spot he is comfortable with after all. The days before it weren't too bad, you forced him to put away the scent blockers for a couple of days, so the house smelled strongly of him. He went out of his way to scent as many things as possible, growing anxious as the days went by. He also built a nest on the space next to his bed, covered in blankets, pillows, and too many items from your dirty hamper. He was antsy during this time, finding himself clinging to you, and following you around the house. It was cute honestly, watching him have a slight pout while he grips onto your hand.

His body temperature started to pick up by the third day of his preheat. He started wearing less clothing, and you hand fed frozen fruit to him, hoping to cool him off just a little. He tosses and turns in the night, whining out for you to hold him, comfort him, make the strange feeling stop. It was so confusing and he hated it.

And finally after four days, he experienced his first heat since he was a teenager. It was in the middle of the night, the two of you in his nest, and you were fast asleep when he awoke. Every inch of his body ached, and he was panting. Sweat dripped down his temple, and he could feel slick stain his boxers. It made him groan in frustration, but he couldn't do anything about it because he was so horny.

Everything in him screamed for him to get filled, and as quickly as possible. He doesn't even think about it, tearing off his shirt and boxers. His now naked body trembles and he pants into the back of his hand, before turning to your sleeping form. He quickly finds himself scampering over to you, shaking you awake.

You turn to him with a groan, eyes blinking in the darkness to try to adjust themselves. “Yoichi?” You question, voice hoarse from sleep.

He basically tackles you, collapsing his entire body onto yours, and burying his face into your neck, scenting it quickly and desperately. “It’s h-here–dont know what to do. H-Help. Hurts. It hurts. Make it stop!”

You snap awake in an instant, resting your hand on the back of his head. He straddles your leg, beginning to hump at it. You croon at him, the sound low and comforting, hoping to calm him down just slightly. “What do you need me to do, Yoichi?”

He shakes his head back and forth in your neck. “I don't know! J-Just touch me. Please, alpha!”

You cup the back of his head, letting him rest in your neck, while you reach to grab his toy bag the two of you packed just a couple days earlier. You flick on the lamp on your nightstand and he glances at the bag in your hand, letting out a small growl and nipping at your skin.

You flinch, and he continues to growl, low, not threatening, but annoyed. “Don't want the toys. Touch me,” Isagi hisses, grinding his cock onto your leg.

“Feisty omega,” You murmur, setting the bag on the other side of the nest, and moving to reach behind him.

He gulps at the words, feeling bad already. His hormones are all out of wack, and he can't seem to think straight. He nuzzles into your neck and purrs, lifting his hips up to meet your fingers.

You use a finger to prod at his entrance, eyes slightly widening at the feeling. “Wow love, you are so wet. You're dripping all over your legs and the pillows,” You murmur in astonishment, dragging your finger around the hole.

He whines in embarrassment, cheeks flushed from his heat, and now from humilation. “D-Dont know why. I woke up and it hasn't stopped,” he complains, voice low and gruff. You continue to pet his hair, trying to comfort him.

You hum in response, pressing your other finger into his hole. He shivers at the feeling, clinging onto you in the darkness. When it slips in easier than usual, you prod another one, finding it just as easy to slip in. “Fuck Yoichi, you’re just begging to be fucked aren’t you. Taking it so easy.”

His back is arched by now, pressing into the fingers that are now scissoring him. “More. ‘ts not enough. Please, please. I need more, alpha!” He cries, both sides of him now leaking. His face is flushed, and his whole body feels like its on fire.

You shush his mewls, letting out a soothing scent and he moans into your neck. “Alright, alright. I’m going to make you feel good, relax,” you whisper, trying to pull yourself a way for minute to prepare yourself. He doesn't let you go far, arms wrapping around your entire body, breathing into your skin. The scent seems to make him feel grounded, and it's what he desperately needs right now.

“Here, lay down for me,” You encourage, trying to pull him off just for a second so that you can line yourself up with him. He doesnt seem to listen, shaking his head and panting. Sweat beads at his temples, and he's already beginning to beg again, but you push him to the bed, pinning his hands up for a moment while you press the tip into him.

He groans at the feeling, already borderline oversensitive. “Hold me. Please. Hold me, ‘s hot. I can't–”

You kiss his neck, pressing further inside of him, and his eyes widen, gasping at the feeling. His nails dig into your back and you try not to hiss out, continuing forward till you bottom out in him. Slick continues to leak out and onto the nest, but you don't say anything, afraid of embarrassing him.

But you couldnt help but notice the way his back arches, and the wet feeling now on the both of your stomachs. His breaths are shaky and his hold on you is weak. It gives you a chance to pull away for a second, glancing at the cum spread between the two of you.

He covers his face with his hand, blushing profusely. “I'm sorry. Don't know what happened. J-Just felt…really good,” He warbles, not daring to look at you, but feeling himself begin to grow hard again.

You giggle at him, planting a soft kiss to his lips. “S’alright. So cute, Yoichi. Wanna take a break then?”

His eyes are back onto you in an instant, wide and panicking. “N-No! You can't stop, please keep going!” He begs, lifting his hips to grind his cock on your stomach in a plea.

You know it's the heat talking, so you don't dare to tease him, afraid of pissing him off. So you abide by your omegas command.

“Fuckkkk,” He breathes, eyes rolling back when you start to pick up the pace. You grip at the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss, and thrusting forward. His legs wrap around your waist, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer. Your thrusts are hard, short, and make a lewd slapping noise from the skin to skin contact.

Isagi pulls away from the kiss, eyes cloudy, and mouth slightly swollen from the attention. “Alpha. Alpha. Alpha. Alpha,” He chants, mewling at every thrust, while slick drips down his thigh..

You kiss his cheek, humming to him in question. “Right here. I'm here. Doing so well. Such a pretty omega,” You coo in response, and the effects are immediate. He purrs at your voice, nuzzling into your neck and scenting you with a small fucked out grin.

“Mark me.”

You pause your movements, eyes flashing to his blue ones. He whines at the interruption, grabbing at your hips to pull you in closer. “Right now? It's so early,” You reason, growing dizzy off his warm scent.

It turns sour in an instant. “Y-You dont want me?”

He was being unreasonable, but that was the heat talking. His brain wasn't in the right place, and the second you didn't agree, it hurt. Way more than it should have. Tears prick at his eyes, and he begins to push you away, feeling gross with himself.

You don't let him go far, releasing a calming scent, and crooning to him. “Not what I meant. Relax, omega. It's okay, you're okay. I'll mark you, will that make you feel better?”

He clings onto you immediately, scent light again. “Please please please. Wanna be yours. Your omega. Please bite me!”

You groan, grabbing his hips and forcing him back down onto the length. He gasps, trembling, but now baring his neck to you.

“You're going to be the death of me, Yoichi,” You sigh, not liking how much control he has over you. Between the scent and his lewd words, which would never come out of his mouth if he wasn't in heat, it was hard to stay present in the moment.

“Please please please,” he cries, grabbing your hair and forcing you toward his very own neck. You glance at him one last time, looking at his glassy eyes, and flushed cheeks. He nods at you, a whine slipping past his lips.

You take one last deep breath, inhaling your lovers intoxicating scent and bury your teeth into his neck. He yelps, gripping onto your hair as tears drip down his cheeks. But his back arches, and hes cumming again from the action. His head spins as he feels your tongue lick at the wound, crooning out apologies for the pain.

Your thrusts have slowed down slightly, but they are deeper, harder. After cumming two times Isagi feels himself grow tired, weaker, but every cell in his body is screaming at him to go again and again. Till he passes out, if he must.

“You alright? My omega…All mine,” You whisper, brushing away his sweaty bangs. He feels light headed, absolutely amazed at the feeling of being claimed after all this time and your words, but frustrated from your bare neck. It's not fair.

A possessive nature takes over him, and he lets out a small growl. You raise your eyebrows at him, confused by the sudden aggression. He was always pretty temperamental, but you granted his wish, and were fucking him, what more could he need?

A pair of canines dig into your neck before you could even process his movements. It makes you wince, hissing out and shivering as you feel his tongue lick over the wound. “N-No warning?” You half complain, not minding the feeling of being marked by him.

He doesnt seem to be listening, heat clouding all coherent thoughts. “My alpha. Mhmmm. Mine, mine, mine.”

“Possessive little thing. S-Supposed to be my line,” You laugh at him lightly, and he pulls away for the first time tonight, maneuvering you until he is sitting on your lap, and beginning to raise himself up and down. Two hands fall on your stomach to help steady himself as he begins to grind on the length, head falling backward as he pants at the ceiling.

His movements are frantic, desperate even, as if he was afraid he would never get a chance to cum again. His own cum on his stomach is beginning to dry up, but he doesn't seem to mind. His cock flops back and forth at his movements, and sweat drips down his neck. His whole body seems to be a pinkish shade, covered in sweat. It makes you slightly worried, but knowing him, if you force him to stop so that you can check on him, he may try to kill you.

He cums again without much warning, his fingers curling up and eyes rolling backward. The stream is weaker, dripping pathetically down his cock. His whole body trembles and he collapses forward onto you, pawing at you to hold him again.

You grab water from the nightstand and basically force it down his throat, the excess dripping down his chin and onto your chest. He gulps it down without much complaint, staring at you with lidded eyes the entirety of it. “Lets take a break,” You mumble, caressing his cheek and wiping away the water.

He purrs into your touch, and realigns himself up again, a drunken smile on his face. “Not a chance, alpha,” Isagi says, sinking onto the length to try to chase his fourth orgasm that night.

The two of you get little sleep, and you awoke to him grinding on your leg, and biting at your ear, begging you to make him feel good again, full again. But even in your exhausted state, you didn't mind too much, because how could you say no to your precious omega?

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lani-heart · 2 months

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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, smut, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> jung wooyoung x reader x choi san warning(s) -> smut, panty kink, threesome, collar kink, marking, unprotected sex hybrid anatomy ( knotting ), etc words -> 1.4K

abstract -> Wooyoung has been keeping you to himself making San annoyed.

y/n's perspective

“You’ve been hogging her!” “I’m in heat!!” “I wasn’t like this in my heat!” “Yes, you were!!”

The two have been fighting for an hour now. Wooyoung’s preheat and now actually on his heat has been clingy and needier than San was.

San now feeling left out wants attention but… the two aren’t as good at sharing as I thought.

“y/nn-ie he’s been mean!” Wooyoung said as he collapsed into my arms as I cradled him while on the couch.

“You can’t be serious! Wooyoung we aren’t finished!” San yelled and the fox scoffed. “Yes we are '' he said and my panther was now beyond irritated.

“He’s so insufferable, at this point a heat hotel would be a better option for him,” he said and Wooyoung growled.

He never growls…

“What? You should have someone else put up with your bratty behavior” San said and Wooyoung scoffed. He lifted up a little to face the panther and glared.

“Why should I go to a heated hotel? She’s my mate now isn’t she?” He threatened and San scoffed. “She was mine first” San challenged and Wooyoung stood up

“What? Are you gonna fight me?” San mocked and Wooyoung actually tackled San… or tried to when he grabbed his collar but…

“Oops…” he said and I actually saw his genuine expression. He held a broken collar in his hands now.

The two stopped fighting to now face me… I smiled softly and took it in my hands.

“Are you guys done fighting?” I asked and they looked away from each other. Almost like how children would. after being caught

“He broke my collar…” Wooyoung muttered and I could see his expression. He was upset that San broke it… but he didn’t lash out at him.

“We can get it fixed,” I said and he sighed. “I’m sorry” San apologized and Wooyoung scoffed. “Here you can wear mine if you want?” He offered and Wooyoung still didn’t budge.

“I know you guys are both mated to me… but the both of you seemed to agree despite sharing me,” I said and they sighed.

“But it’s been almost two weeks since you’ve spent time with me…” San said and I smiled softly and held his hand as he was looking down at me.

“But… I just want my time with her” Wooyoung muttered. “And I get it… but stop being a brat” San said and they sighed.

“I get it we have to share her” Wooyoung muttered and San chuckled. “And why don’t we?” He asked and Wooyoung looked at him and knew what he was talking about. I was still confused, however…

“Come on, kitty. You need to be fair to both your mates”

no one's perspective

“Our pretty little mate~ If only you’d stop hogging her” San teased Wooyoung who scoffed. Wooyoung hugged his mate whilst San only stared at the two. He was still holding the collar when he had an idea…

“My pretty little kitty, don’t you think Wooyoung?” he asked the fox as he put the beige jeweled collar on y/n’s neck, it could barely close as the clasp was broken but laid on her neck.

“We own you~” San playfully teased with a smirk as he now gripped your jaw to kiss you roughly. It was messy as San made sure he was the one in charge. You did feel a pair of hands now grip your hips as you felt claws rip through your close making you whine out.

“Yah, Wooyoung you have to be gentle with her” he mocked and Wooyoung was slowly getting annoyed with the panther telling him what to do. The two now moved at the edge of your feet, San made his move to pull down your pants revealing your panties which made a certain pervert hornier.

“Panty thief,” San teased causing Wooyoung to look away embarrassed, getting red in his cheeks.

“No need to be ashamed–” he said while petting his ears causing the younger to moan “–oh? I forgot you foxes have sensitive ears~” he said as Wooyoung moaned out in the pleasure of San touching such a sensitive area on his ears.

“Go on, don’t forget who we're here for,” he said as he forced his down face to face with your clothed cunt. Embarrassed, you tried to close your legs which Wooyoung didn’t let you. Instead, he kissed your clit through your panties.

“So desperate he didn’t even pull them aside” San commented as you tried to muffle out your whines from Wooyoung’s desperate attempt to taste you through your panties. San now ripped your shirt to reveal your bare chest. “Wah! You horny bastard, why'd you mark her” San scolded Wooyoung to see the result of a week of heat for the fox. Everything was getting overwhelming…

San now made his own marks while even playfully biting you, whilst Wooyoung was getting you really close to cumming. Your moans only get louder when you finally do.

San chuckled as he pulled Wooyoung off you.

“You look just as desperate as I thought you would. I’m surprised you haven't came in your pants yet” he teased and Wooyoung could only whine. San ripped your panties to reveal how wet you were.

“Move,” San said to Wooyoung who defied him only to lose. San now revealed himself and allied himself with your pussy. You were dripping but they didn’t prep you making it sting slightly as he pushed himself in bottoming out.

Wooyoung not being able to stand the tight feeling in his pants as he starts jerking off at the sight and sound of your moans. When San was in heat, he did the same but he didn't get to see your face contorted in pleasure nor was he practically able to taste you in the air.

San chased his own high as you clench around him, both of you getting closer and closer to cumming, and when you did you triggered his making him cum inside you as he leaned down to kiss you as you both rode out your highs. When he pulled away he was how pretty you really looked.

Marked, bare for them, and filled with his cum. The cherry on top was the collar around your neck. He looked down to his side to see Wooyoung jerking off.

He pulled out to slap your clit with his cock a bit before laughing at Wooyoung. “Do you still want her after I've already had her?” he teased, causing the younger to laugh as well. “I’ll always want her,” he said as he switched positions. You were barely able to catch your breath when Wooyoung entered you. It was easier since San’s cum made it easy as well as San stretching out.

San while he made sure to fuck you hard and slow, Wooyoung was messier and desperate for his own high. Wooyoung leaned down to make more marks and kiss your chest. One hand however made his way to your neck where his collar resided. He looked up to smile deviously. “You– really do look pretty! My collar suits you, ynnie~” he said as he played with the collar around your throat feeling how fast your heartbeat went made him only more desperate to cum.

You moaned at the familiar feeling of being tied up with him, making him collapse on you as you both panted out of breath. “I forgot you were a canine of sorts…” San muttered at the sight of you two tied together.

“Shut up, stupid cat,” Wooyoung said out of breath while you whined at the feeling of his cum still filling you up. “Wah…so pretty,” San said gaining Wooyoung’s attention as they both looked at you.

“I wonder how sensitive you are right now,” San said as he reached to your clit you moaned out now feeling overstimulated. With three orgasms and them continuing to tease you, it was starting to feel too much.

“What a pretty little pet, right Wooyoung?” San asked and Wooyoung laughed as he wagged his tail even moving his cok while doing it only making them tease you more.

“We should get you a cute little collar? Our lovely pretty little pet~”

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icycoldninja · 15 days

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Dating Dante headcannons

-Lazy ass himbo, he is. Does nothing but sit around all day reading magazines and eating pizza, yet somehow stays fit and sexy.

-Constantly bothering you over something or other--often stupid things like how to preheat the oven to warm up his pizza, why isn't the TV remote working, or how come that light bulb in the kitchen is out even though he changed it "last week" (which was really last year).

-Calls you exaggeratedly sweet nicknames like: Pookie bear, Sugar, Kitten, Sugar Plum, Cutie Pie, Sexy, and Cupcake.

-Always wants to take you places like the park, the beach, the forest, Vergil's place, etc.

-When he gets drunk (which is quite often) he acts like a needy cat. He craves cuddles and headpats, and if you don't fork em over, he'll whine endlessly and stare up at you with cute puppy dog eyes until you relent.

-Never tell anyone about this drunken behavior of his--especially Vergil--or your poor baby boy will never hear the end of it.

-Comes home from missions very late at night and puts zero effort into being quiet so you can sleep. Be prepared to hear loud footsteps and clattering dishes at 4:00 A.M.

-Genuinely wants to spend as much time as possible with you, but his work often calls him away. Eventually he gets fed up with it and snaps at whoever interrupts your couple time.

-The world's best cuddlebug; always squishing you up against him with those big arms, keeping you warm and safe until the end of time and beyond.

-Kisses any part of your body any chance he can get, from short little forehead kisses when he comes home to full on make-out sessions right before bedtime. ;)

-Takes you dancing every weekend, and brings Dr. Faust. Shenanigans incoming

-Pillow fights are common when you're with Dante, especially in the morning when he tries to wake you up. He'll toss a large pillow at your head, which you will catch, then throw back at him, and the exchange continues until either the pillows rip or someone (think Vergil) tells you guys to shut the hell up.

-You and him work together to come up with ridiculous pranks to mess with everyone, such as putting salt in Nero's coffee or leaving a glitterbomb in the van to "surprise" Nico.

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stylesloveclub · 1 year

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Pleasing (jealous blurb)

In which another waiter flirts with y/n, and Harry gets really jealous.

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Y/n stands in front of Harry, dressed in an oversized apron and a silly little chef's hat that she’d found discarded in his pantry.

“Tonight,” Harry announces, “we’re going to make a simple honey-garlic glazed salmon, served on white rice with a side of roasted vegetables. Do you have all your ingredients prepared?”

His kitchen island is covered with all the necessary materials that she might need for the cooking session that Harry’s planned for them. “Yes, chef!” she salutes.

Considering how he’s one of the world’s best chefs and she’s a college student who only ever goes into her kitchen to boil water for her cup of noodles… he thought it’d be cute if he planned a little cooking lesson for her. He’s chosen a meal on the rather simple side – fish is quick to cook and takes very little prepping, and rice is a food that even a child could make. Paired with a healthy variety of vegetables, this is the perfect meal that he thinks y/n should learn to cook for herself so that she wouldn’t be living off of frozen meals anymore.

He rolls his eyes at her silly behavior. “This isn’t Hell’s Kitchen, puppy.”

“I dunno,” she contemplates. “You’re giving Gordon Ramsey vibes right now.”

“Except m’not gonna yell at you and make you cry.” He steps forward and cups her face tenderly, looking into her pretty eyes, his gaze filled with adoration and care. “Just want you to be able to make yourself something other than a frozen pizza.”

She smiles cutely, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him sweetly. His eyes flutter shut momentarily, reveling in her soft kiss. “You’re so sweet,” she murmurs against his lips. “M’ready to learn. Tell me what to do.”

He pulls away. “Preheat the oven to 425. Do you know how to do it, or do you want me to show you?”

She rolls her eyes. “I know how to turn on an oven.”

“Hey miss sassy, just asking!” He steps back in surrender. “I’ll get the vegetables ready while you do that, then.” He grabs their carrots, cauliflower, zucchini, and sweet potatoes (all veggies that y/n had picked out when they’d gone grocery shopping together), and runs them under the water to rinse them clean.

Meanwhile, y/n stands in front of his oven, a furrow between her brows. In her shitty little kitchen at her apartment, the oven just has one panel where you enter the temperature you want, and then a single button to “Start.” Harry, however, has two ovens stacked on top of each other, with a bunch of complicated settings. Did it matter if they used the top oven or the bottom oven? Were they baking or broiling? Convection on or off?

“Um, Harry…” She looks at him helplessly, tail between her legs. “I don’t know how to work this.”

He shakes his head and chuckles, drying the rinsed vegetables off. “I thought you knew how to turn an oven on?”

“Okay well your oven is stupid and fancy,” she gripes, crossing her arms as he saunters towards her cockily.

He stands behind her, leaning over her shoulder so that his front presses against her back as he adjusts the settings. One of his hands rests gently on her shoulder as he murmurs in her ear, “Press top oven, then bake. Then you press start once and put in 425, then press it again and it’ll start heating up.”

She grumbles once more, Harry hovering behind her with a satisfied smirk. “What next?”

“Need to cut the vegetables.”

“Okay, I can do that!”

“No, no…” Harry stops her as she reaches for the huge knife that he’d set out on the cutting board. This knife is meant for professionals, sharp enough to cut through a piece of paper in midair. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

She pouts at him. “Harryyy,” she whines. “Let me help!”

“You are helping! You can make the sauce right now, baby, that’s the most important part,” he coos reassuringly, “Let me do the cutting though, don’t want you to cut your fingers or anything. The knife is just a bit too big for you.” He presses a soft kiss to her fingertips as he says it, re-emphasizing how delicate and precious she is to him. “Okay?”

“Okay,” she agrees softly. She can’t help but melt into a puddle when he takes that soft tone with her, talking down to her sweetly and making her feel all fuzzy inside. Of course she’ll listen to him! Especially when he kisses her fingertips so softly like that!

“Good girl,” he praises. “Can you get the honey and mix it with some lemon juice?”

She nods, mixing the ingredients into one bowl and whisking them until the honey is no longer as thick and sticky as it initially was, watered down by the acidic lemon juice. She looks at Harry expectantly, who’s cutting the carrots into bite sized pieces at the cutting board, waiting for the next instructions. “I put some butter to melt in the microwave,” he says, “could you take it out and add it to your sauce?”

She does that as well, then adds some garlic and pepper flakes as instructed by Harry, whisking it together until she has a rich sauce sitting in front of her.

“That’s gonna be for the salmon, so you can set it to the side for now.” He brings a big bowl of chopped vegetables and sets it in front of y/n. “Now we’ve got to toss these with some oil so it doesn’t burn in the oven. And some seasoning, obviously.” He lets y/n add the salt and pepper, and adds a generous drizzle of oil, before showing y/n how to toss it all together so that each piece gets evenly coated. Then, together they spread the veggies out on the baking tray. By this point the oven has preheated all the way, and is ready for the veggies to go in.

“Let me do it,” y/n says when Harry opens the oven.

He looks at her hesitantly, but she pouts up at him with her cute, puppy dog face. The one that gets her whatever she wants, the one Harry can’t say no to. “Fine. But wear some oven mitts.”

After the veggies go in the oven, Harry does most of the remaining work. He massages their salmon fillets with the sauce that y/n made (which he makes sure to compliment, tasting a bit of the sauce and telling her how yummy it is and how nicely she made it), then puts them on a baking pan right underneath the veggies. “We put the vegetables in first because they need 40 minutes in the oven, more or less. The fish, however, needs to come out of the oven in exactly 15 minutes, or else it’ll be dry. Got it?”

She nods from where she’s positioned herself on his kitchen counter, watching him wash his hands. He slots himself to stand between her legs, hands resting on her spread thighs. “What do you think?” he asks, “Easy enough to make on your own?”

She wraps her arms around his neck. “Yeah, I think I could do it. Don’t think it’ll be as good as when you make it though,” she pouts.

He kisses her cheek. “I’ll always cook for you when we’re together. This is only for when I’m away. What did you eat when I was in Milan?”

“Um… a lot of bagels. And dino nuggets.”

He holds in his gag, imagining the sad, soggy nuggets that she must’ve been having for dinner when he wasn’t there to make her gourmet meals. “Exactly. You need to be able to make yourself some nutritious meals for when I’m not here to cook for you.”

Her fingers curl into the hair at the back of his head, staring up at him sweetly. She can’t believe she somehow snagged a guy who cared this much about her, who would spend his weekend teaching her how to cook vegetables so that she had something healthy to eat when he wasn’t with her.

She’s just about to lean in for a kiss when her phone rings, interrupting their little moment. Harry steps away from his spot between her legs, letting her hop down from the counter and rush to her phone.

“Hi!!,” she says to whoever’s on the other side of the phone, one of her friends from college from what he can tell. Her voice is sweet and sugary, like always.

Harry leans on the counter, crossing his arms across his chest as he watches her with a fond smile. She bites mindlessly at her cuticles as she listens to what her friend is telling her, and he stops himself from walking over to pull her hand away from her mouth. Her nail biting habit is one that he’s trying to break, not a fan of the way she sometimes makes her pretty hands bleed from how often she bites at them.

“When are you going?” y/n asks on the phone, pacing from one side of the kitchen to the other. “Today? Oh… no, I don’t think I can come. I’m…um, I’m at my friend's house.” She stutters over her words as she tries to figure out how to word it, very clearly avoiding name dropping Harry, or even hinting that she’s at a guy’s house.

It makes Harry’s brows furrow. She’s at her friend’s house? Friend? He doubts she gets on her hands and knees and begs to get fucked by her other friends.

In his head, they were in a relationship. She was his, and he was hers. No questions asked.

He cares for her quite deeply, if it wasn’t obvious, and for the most part believed that she felt the same way. So he wonders… why would she avoid calling him more than just a friend? Did her friends even know that she was seeing someone, or did she not even want to call whatever they have going on as “seeing each other?”

The oven timer goes off before he can question her about it.

A conversation for later, he supposes.

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“Hey, y/n!”

Harry’s ears perk up when he hears her name, being called from down the hallway.

“What’s up, Jason?” she responds, bright and bubbly. She’s always like that at work, no matter how dragging her shift may be. He thinks that’s why the staff like her so much – she’s a drop of sunshine right in the middle of their restaurant.

“How are you doing?” he asks, smiling down at her and crossing his arms in a way that he hopes makes his biceps bulge attractively. Jason is another one of the waiters at Pleasing, a college student just like y/n. They’d once bonded over the fact that they go to the same university, but he majors in business, which is completely unrelated to what she studies.

“Oh, good! Same old, same old,” she huffs cheerily, waving her hand in the air as if she were waving away her troubles. “V’got a huge party coming in at 8, you know how that is.” Having a table of seven people is always a struggle… larger parties tend to stay at the restaurant for up to 4 hours, ordering a bunch of extra drinks and sweets until they’re practically kicked out of the restaurant. Y/n dreads the thought of how much she’ll be running around, trying to keep up with seven people’s orders, and how late she’ll be stuck here. If they’re coming in at 8… christ she might not get home until 1 in the morning. She wonders if Harry’ll be willing to wait for her so that they could still drive home together.

“Damn, that sucks,” Jason hisses sympathetically. “You know… how about I talk to Alfredo and see if we could switch tables?”

“Oh, don’t be silly Jason! You’re basically done for tonight, didn’t you just get the bill for your last table?”

“I mean– yeah, but I insist.” He smiles down at her charmingly, “you work so hard, I think you deserve to go home early tonight, yeah? Let me take care of your tables.”

Harry decides he’s heard enough. He stands from his desk, brows furrowed and steps out into the hallway, where he sees his y/n, smiling up at this silly college boy. It grinds his gears, jaw clenching and fingers fisting at his sides.

“Jason. Y/n.” he snaps. Their smiles are instantly ripped off their faces, the two employees straightening up as soon as they hear Harry’s stern voice. “What are we standing around for? Don’t you have tables to attend to?”

“Apologies, chef,” Jason says, at the same time y/n murmurs out a soft, “Sorry Mr. Styles.” She looks at him sadly, seemingly wounded by the harsh tone of his voice, and it takes everything in him not to melt at the sight of her sad puppy eyes.

“Get back to work,” he grits out harshly, turning on his heel.

He steps into his office, and slams the door behind him.

“What a miserable old prick, am I right?” Jason murmurs to y/n to lighten the moment, when he thinks Mr. Styles can no longer hear them. She doesn’t respond.

Harry doesn’t know how to interpret her silence.

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There’s a quiet, timid knock at Harry’s office door.

“Mr. Styles?” Y/n steps in nervously, shutting the door behind her.

Harry looks up momentarily, then back down at his paperwork. He ignores her.

“Harry?” she tries again. Again, he says nothing. His brows are furrowed as harshly scribbles something out on his paper, but it’s not his usual concentrated furrow. He seems upset.

“What’s wrong?” she pries, stepping closer to his desk. When he once again doesn't even glance up at her, she huffs. “Why are you ignoring me?”

He stops writing, his blue pen halting mid-word on his paper, before speaking slowly. “How do you think I feel, when I see you entertain that stupid boy’s flirting?”

She pouts, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Flirting? I… I haven’t been flirting with anyone?” she says quizzically, confused by this random accusation.

He scoffs, finally looking up at her. “I know you’re not that stupid, puppy.”

She blinks at him, still confused.

“That boy– Jason.” he grumbles. “He’s so clearly flirting with you.”

“Jason?” she asks again.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed it.”

“I– well… he’s just being nice,” y/n explains, as if Harry’s a child throwing a tantrum. “You’re overreacting.”

He blinks at her, processing her words. Overreacting. As if everyone in the kitchen hasn't noticed the way Jason stares at y/n's ass whenever she bends down, or how he's always falling behind on his tables trying to talk to her! Could she really not have noticed?

He shakes his head in disbelief. “Fine, whatever.” He looks back down at his paperwork.

The audacity of this man, she thinks to herself, to ignore her like a fucking five year old. “He offered to cover my tables, that’s it–” she continues to explain, but he cuts her off.

He holds in the urge to explode. “I dropped it,” he grits out instead. “I suggest you do the same.”

In his head, he's envisioning every single way that Jason's ever looked at y/n weirdly, all the instances in which Jason's flirted with her, asked her if she has a boyfriend. But, if she’s going to ignore the way Jason was smiling at her, standing so close to her, offering to do favors for her... then there’s no point in him trying to fight it.

He’s just a friend to her, anyways.

“Leave me. I have work to finish,” he mutters coldly.

He starts writing, and she feels her heart break a little bit.

“Yes sir,” she murmurs, voice thick as she steps out of his office.

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The rest of her shift is dull.

Jason doesn’t end up taking her table, since Mr. Styles had yelled at them and scared him off, so she’s up on her feet, constantly buzzing from the dining room to the kitchen, heart heavy with every step.

Every time she goes down the hallway, past Harry’s office door, she feels resentment building up in her chest. How dare he? Accuse her of flirting with someone else, when she was literally just doing her job, then ignoring her and kicking her out of his office like she’s some stray puppy annoying him for some food.

God, the fucking nerve! Was she supposed to just stop being nice to people to appease Harry’s jealousy? How could anyone in their right mind think offering to cover someone’s tables is a method of flirting?

“Psst.” She’s snapped out of her rage by Grace poking at her shoulder. “Jason wanted me to give you this.”

She looks down at the small piece of paper Grace holds out to her. “What is it?” She opens it up, and finds 10 digits written down in scrawny, boyish handwriting. A phone number.

Grace smiles at her teasingly. “He asked me if you’re single. He’s super into you, said he’s been trying to drop hints ever since you got hired but you’re always too busy to notice.”

Oh, she realizes, heart dropping. Harry was right.

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She stays behind after the restaurant closes, hoping to get a moment alone with Harry. He hasn’t left his office at all tonight, not even to check on the chefs when one of them burnt some bread in the toaster. As everyone packs up their stuff, closes up their stations, and leaves, y/n stays in the staff room.

Only once everyone has left does she head to his office.

The light from under his door is the only thing lighting up the dark hallway. She knocks softly, but enters without waiting for him to say “come in.”

He looks up, slightly startled. He thought he was the only one left in the building. His tense shoulders relax when he realizes it’s just y/n.

His hair is mussed, curly tendrils sticking every which way as if he’d been raking his fingers through it every five minutes, tugging at his roots frustratedly. “What is it?” he asks. His eyes are red and stressed too… he’s never looked this tired.

“Jason asked me out,” she says, fingers wringing behind her back nervously. Harry freezes. His shoulders tense and his heart stops.

“Oh.” He puts his pen down and looks up at her. “Are you going to say yes?” he asks lightly, no indication of the turmoil in his stomach.

“Jesus Harry,” she breathes, confused and shocked by his words. “No, why would I? Why would you even think that?”

He shrugs. “Makes more sense for you to be dating a college kid. Someone who goes to school with you, who you can tell your friends about.” His words slowly reveal his insecurities, that he’s older than her, boring and something that she might be ashamed of. “Better than dating some miserable old prick, isn’t it?”

“Harry…” she trails off softly. “I’m– I’m not the slightest bit interested in Jason. Or anyone else.” She looks up at him with round eyes, her voice growing shy, “only… only you.”

“Well then, why–” he cuts himself off, trying to formulate his words in his head. He shakes his head at himself, frustrated, and stares at the table. ““The other day, when you were at mine… you told your buddies that you were at a ‘friends’ house.” He looks up at her sadly, “It was like you were trying to keep us a secret. Like you didn’t want them to know you were… seeing someone.”

Her breath hitches in her throat as he continues, “If you don’t want t’tell your friends, then how am I supposed to know that we’re… exclusive? It made me feel like– like you didn’t think this was as serious as I did.”

“No,” she breathes, “no, you’ve got it all wrong.”

She walks around his desk to stand in front of him. He rolls his chair back, and she situates herself on his lap, straddling him and holding onto his face. “I didn’t tell them because… well we just haven’t talked about it, have we?” Her eyes flicker with insecurity as she rubs her delicate fingers over his cheekbones, his stubble rough against the skin of her pretty hands. “Because… well what if I went around telling people that I’m your girlfriend, and you didn’t want that? What if I’m just some clingy kid who just self-proclaimed myself as your girlfriend?”

He holds her wrist gently, keeping her hands pressed against his cheek. “Baby...” he murmurs delicately.

“I was worried that maybe you didn’t want to call it the same thing I did,” she continues sadly. “I– I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“Puppy… I thought you knew,” he cups her jaw and looks into her eyes so earnestly that she feels her heart swell. “Thought you knew that you’re mine, that m’obsessed with you.” He nudges his nose against hers softly, “Don’t care what you call it, as long as you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she whispers back with a smile. “Nobody else’s.”

“I… I got so sad when I saw him flirting with you,” he admits shyly. “Thought he was gonna steal you away.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve–”

“S’not your fault, puppy. You’re too sweet to even notice it, always wanna see the best in people.” He chuckles to himself warmly, caressing her cheek softly, “precious little thing.”

“Well, if it helps,” she says, leaning her face towards his touch, “I texted him and said I’m not interested. Told him that I’m seeing someone,” her eyes glimmer happily, “and that it’s pretty serious.”

His eyes grow warm and a grin spreads on his face, “good… yeah, that’s good.” With one hand cupping her jaw and another on her waist to hold her steady on his lap, he leans in for a kiss, slotting their lips together and fluttering his eyes shut.

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When they get home, it’s all soft touches and warm words.

He’s so happy, a warm feeling bubbling in his stomach at the idea that y/n is his… that she’s his girlfriend, or whatever you want to call it. It’d been so long since he felt like this, so long since he’d been in a serious, real relationship. It made him giddy. He felt like he was 12 years old, kissing a girl for the first time all over again.

He pulls her into his bedroom before she even has the chance to put her stuff down, taking her bag from her and stripping her of her clothes. He unbuttons her blouse slowly, kissing her softly as he fiddles with each button, and unzips her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He guides her hands up to his shirt, so that she could do the same– undress him, kiss him, run her hands up and down his bare chest the way he’s doing to the soft skin of her back.

He places her on his bed gently, hovers over her and kisses all over her, just worshiping her. He kisses her face, her cheeks, her lips, down her neck, over her breasts, and along her stomach. He kisses her core, licks and sucks somehow romantically, until she’s cumming on his tongue, whimpering his name softly and arching her back towards him. Her hands touch all over his body, skimming over his muscular back and gripping his shoulders as he comes back up to kiss her.

He lines himself up with her, and pushes in one smooth, gentle stroke. Her legs wrap around his hips, and he rocks into her, moaning into her mouth and breathing heavily against her neck.

“Fuck baby,” he whispers, “You’re mine. Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to look at.” She moans delicately, opening her eyes and staring up at him with rose-clouded vision. “Say it– tell me you’re mine,” he whimpers.

“Yours,” she whines, “all yours.”

When he cums, he cums inside of her, spurting into her in long, thick streaks that fill her to the brim. He moans softly into her neck, shuddering on top of her, and she caresses her fingers through his hair, kissing all over his face until he pulls out. They lie next to each other, and in her sleepy haze, she whispers out his name.

“If I’m yours, does that mean you’re mine too?” she asks, eyes wide.

He turns towards her and brushes her hair out of her face, “That’s exactly what that means sweetheart.” He kisses her sweetly. “M’all yours."

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evermoresversion · 10 months

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Baking with nick cookies even though half the time he'd be eating the chocolate chips

ㅤㅤ♡⃕ ﹙the best pastry chefs, nick leister.﹚

A/N Thank u for ur request, nonnie. <3

PAIRING Nick Leister x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Pure fluff, established relationship.

SUMMARY You and Nick decide to make chocolate chip cookies, only he won't stop eating the chocolate chips.

NICK'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

"Okay, so according to the internet we need flour, egg, butter, salt, chocolate chips, sugar, vanilla extract, aaand baking powder." you indicated and as soon as you stopped talking Nick looked up all the ingredients for the chocolate chip cookies you had proposed to make.

"And now?" he asked making sure no ingredient was missing.

"We mix it all in a bowl." When you saw that he was about to add all the ingredients for one, you stopped him by taking his hands.

"But in parts, love." you laughed at his behavior, and saw his cheeks flush a little.

"Sorry." you denied giving a kiss on his cheek.

You wore a blue apron with little capybaras on it, while he wore a pink barbie-like one.

"First, we melt the butter." You took the bar of this one, filling up half a cup.

"In the microwave?" he asked taking the cup, walking towards it.

"Yeah, I think so."

30 seconds later the microwave began to beep, Nick took the cup out of the microwave, waiting for your next command.

"We have to mix the sugar, the egg and the butter." You poured the sugar and he the butter while you broke the egg to put it in the bowl. You took your phone to see what else was next.

"Let's see..." you muttered looking at the recipe you had taken from the Internet and saw Nick take the bag where the chocolate chips were. "Hey! Drop that." You gave him a slap on his hands, taking the bag away but he already had a lot of chocolate chips in his mouth.

You smiled in denial and he had an innocent smile as he ate the chocolate chips that were in his mouth.

You mixed the ingredients that were already in the bowl making sure Nick didn't get the chocolate chips again.

"Okay, now we add a drizzle of vanilla." You took the vanilla by opening it. "Look, it smells good." you brought the little bottle up to his nose so he could smell it.

"You're right. Can I put it on?" he asked like a little kid, you nodded giving him the bottle.

And he poured in enough of the liquid that was needed.

"Now we add flour, a pinch of salt and the chocolate chips." You looked for another cup to be able to accurately measure the flour already with baking powder and by the time you turned around, Nick already had another handful of chocolate chips in his mouth.

"Nick!" you exclaimed taking the bag with very few chocolate chips.

He laughed kissing the side of your head.

"There's more in the cupboard, I think."

You saw him with amusement following the steps, mixing all the ingredients with the leftover chocolate chips.

"It's your turn to make the balls with an ice cream scoop."

He did as you asked, eating from time to time a little bit of the chocolate chips of the dough. You hit his arm with amusement.

"You don't get tired?"

"Get tired of chocolate chips? Never." He shook his head as he portioned each cookie.

"I believe you." You both laughed as he finished making the balls.

You put each ball of dough on a tray with waxed paper so that they don't stick, you crushed them a little and you put them in the oven that you had preheated before.

"Okay, now we have to wait…" you trailed off as you watched Nick pull out another bag of chocolate chips, looking at you wide-eyed, like a little kid being caught eating candy before breakfast. "Are you serious?"

"Wghat?" he asked with his mouth full and you couldn't help but laugh at your boyfriend's antics.

"Come, let's see what we do in fifteen minutes." You took his hand walking into the living room.

"I have an idea." He proposed seductively.

"No."

"Oww." he complained walking behind you.

When the fifteen minutes, and a game of UNO later, where you clearly beat him, passed, you both walked towards the kitchen so you could see your creation.

You turned off the oven with an oven mitt on and opened the oven door, removing the tray and placing it on the counter.

"We are the best pastry chefs." He sentenced hugging you from the side and you giggled nodding.

"Yes of course."

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myfanfic-urfantrash · 2 months

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Honkai Star Rail A/B/O: Dr. Ratio

CW: omegaverse

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Regardless of his secondary gender, Dr.Ratio is choosy about who he let's smell his scent. Can't have idiots fawning over you after all at the mere scent of you, so he keeps his scent glands wrapped up and takes any medications regularly.

Because of this people can't tell whether he's an Alpha, Beta, or Omega and often just speculate based on his behavior that he's either a proud Alpha or he's just a cocky Beta.

Refuses to let anyone without a brain into his nest/his bed, man has standards and if his potential partners, no matter their secondary gender, don't meet them he believes he's better off on his own.

Keeps on top of his heat/rut cycle to the point he can tell the exact second he'll go into preheat/prerut. Plans accordingly regardless of what he's going through and always, always includes a nice bath into it. Just because he's going to follow his instincts for a period of time doesn't mean he's got to be filthy.

If he's interested in someone for their mind he might consider pursuing them as a mate should he like their scent as well. Bonus points if their scent compliments his own.

As an Alpha he smells like aged wine but as an Omega he smells like the unprocessed fruit itself. The one scent that doesn't leave either gender is the light scent of chalk.

His nest as an omega is meticulously planned out from the sheets color and texture to the exact location and angle each item is at for maximum comfort. Do not mess up his nest. Just don't.

During heats as an omega he's very demanding, if he's not given exactly what he wants, when he wants his partner better remedy this and swiftly otherwise they're getting kicked out of the nest immediately.

If he's an Alpha and has an Omega partner he knows their heat cycle schedule like the back of his hand and prepares way in advance before they can even start gathering their pillows. He's a bit sweet tending to their needs, praising them when they listen to him as he takes care of them.

As for ruts as an Alpha he's not nearly as demanding but he does seek his partner out for help as he's done with feeling out of control of himself.

If he's an Omega with an Alpha partner he doesn't mind helping out with their rut seeing as it'll be faster to take care of them rather than let them bear with it alone.

Doesn't want pups at the moment as he deems it not the right time but may have them in the future.

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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But Ninny, just imagine lock me up mc going into preheat and defective Yoongi gets all protective over her 🥺 anon was onto something with that heat ask honestly 😮‍💨 jk jk….unless 👀

You're antsy again, right when he'd thought he'd gotten you comfortable enough so you wouldn't try and escape anymore.

But your little outdoor adventures aren't of the usual kind either- you definitely stay in close proximity to his home, never even reach the streets, always rather roaming the rooftops, and he can see on his little GPS tracker on his laptop that you're somewhat pacing around.

Something's off, and he needs to know what.

When he reaches the rooftops, it's a little windy. Not too chilly, but a nice fresh wind blows, sun setting- and there you are, rolling on your back in the bright golden sun. "You're getting your clothes dirty." He comments, and your tail snaps up at his words, as you roll again to sit on your knees now, some dead leaves caught in your hair- but one flick of your ear and its gone with the wind, while you look at him like you're conflicted.

"I wanna sleep here tonight." You tell him, and his brows lower in confusion.

He's keeping his distance- both because he's not sure if you'll try and jump because down the line it wouldn't surprise him considering your rather... spontaneous nature, and also because your body language screams at him to stay away.

"Its gonna be cold." He tries to reason. "Why'd you wanna sleep outside?" He wants to know, and you become nervous at that, moving your legs around a little to adjust the position in which you're sitting-

And that's when the wind turns a but, making him catch your scent.

Oh.

"Yeah well- you know.." you stammer, nervous. "Even if- you know, you pick up stuff for me, it'll take almost an entire day to, you know, make me not stink anymore.." you mumble more or less, not looking at him.

"You don't stink, idiot." He clicks his tongue, before sighing. This isn't something he'd planned ahead for. "I can still go downtown and pick some shit up if you tell me what you typically take, and I promise my hands stay to myself at night." He tells you.

"Hm yeah cause it's easy for you.." You say almost disappointed.

"What do you mean?" He wants to know, and you turn around at that, your back facing him as you hug your legs.

"Nothin'." You huff stubbornly. "Go get me some Feline Help, or ChangeWay, I don't care which you choose." You mumble almost incoherently into your knees, drawing something in the dirt on the ground with a stick.

"Both of those are-" he argues instantly, well aware that both brands will leave you with heavy side effects, but now you snap your head around, hissing at him.

"Just go! Leave me!" You yell at him, and he forgives your behavior for once because it's not really in your control right now. Preheat can be extremely stressful to hybrids especially when you're used to being on medication for it usually.

Though he has a feeling there's got to be a reason you're especially on edge with him. You should be the exact opposite- so why do you seem to absolutely despise his presence right now?

"Can I leave you here without having to run after you to God knows where after I come back?" He asks, and you glare at him actually angry this time.

"I'm not stupid, Detective Min." You make sure to pronounce his job title and name especially as you talk. "I'm a walking bullseye target for anyone other than you." You huff, and he squints his eyes at that.

"I see." He suddenly says, relaxing. "I get it now."

"Oh my GOD just go and get my drugs, leave!" You yell now, throwing a small rock at him- though you only prove his point, because you clearly intentionally miss him by a lot, no intention to hurt him despite your bitter tone.

"Dont worry, I'll get them." He says, not walking closer, but taking off his jacket before he throws it at you. "But you're wrong, just so you know." He has the audacity to smirk, especially when you grow wide eyed and surprised, entire world view shifted as he gives you an answer to a question you didn't even ask, while he walks back down the metal stairs to his apartment, leaving you alone with your thoughts and his scent around you.

He's absolutely not interested in you-

Or so you thought, it seems.

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Hellooo! It’s your favorite ✨gay fairy✨!

I’ve come with a Alpha Gojo x Omega male reader request! (I’m trying to do that eyebrow wiggle thing-)

So basically, Gojo and Reader are mates yes? They’re like out with friend at some random bar and stuff.

So while Gojo is busy chit chatting with the people he knows at the club, some other alpha tries to get Reader to go home with em.

But Reader just doesn’t like that idea at all so the alpha like tries to “kidnap” the reader which triggers his heat due to fight or flight.

Gojo had seen a glimpse of what happened and of course helps him mate out before realizing he’s in heat.

So he tells his friends he has to leave and takes the reader home and that’s when things get frisky if you know what I mean 😏. And for this one let’s make reader have a drunk type of heat or whatever the hell it’s called

Excuse my behavior I felt a lil giddy when you said I could request anything I wanted 😭

And yes as usual this was at the top of my head since I hear music not too far from my house!

Hope this isn’t too much Roma!

I don't kid when I say ask what you want

And remember first time writing a character, they might be a bit stilted ya know?

When Gojo brought (name) with him to a club he had invested in he knew it would be fairly boring "alpha..." (Name) said to the white haired man who smiled down at him "yeah baby?" "Gonna get a drink"

"Here and back alright?"

"Of course alpha"

The fellow investors and owners applauded Gojo for having such an obedient and polite Omega and he struggled not to roll his eyes at their comments and went to go get a drink that both him and his alpha would enjoy since he knew the other would steal sips of said drink.

"Hey" a voice said beside him and an alpha leaned on the bar, eying him in a way the Omega didn't like one bit.

The alpha was rather unassuming and kind of forgettable but he was incredibly pushy "come on baby... I can treat you good" he said trying to convince (name) to come with him even grabbing his arm to lead him away "hey back off dude!" (Name) said trying to tug his arm away but the others grip was tight "just shut up and come with me" the Alpha spat as he tugged (name) towards a back exit.

'nononono!' (name) thought as he began panicking, fear freezing his veins and the need to vomit could be felt in his throat.

When his fight of flight instincts kicked in his brain slowly went feral and the familiar prick of preheat kicked in and his eyes felt like they were vibrating and ears ringing.

Gojo noticed his Omega had been gone for too long and turned to see someone trying to drag his mate away and quickly excused himself to go deal with this asshole.

"Hey shithead!" Gojo said with an almost manic grin, the unknown alpha dropping the struggling and panicking (name) who was pushed into an early heat and was just hugging himself.

A few punches in and the Alpha was dragged off by security "shit baby? You good?" Gojo asked cupping his omegas cheek and felt how warm his skin was and the dialated eyes...then the smell hit "alpha..." His voice was slurred as he clung to Gojo helplessly "shit..." Gojo said lifting his mate up and mouthed something to the other investors before quickly exiting the club as (name) cuddled and scented him. "Just wait baby... I got you" gojos voice so close to (name)s ear made him feel weightless as be began biting and nibbling at his Alphas neck as they somehow made it home.

(Name) was completely heat drunk at this point, staring at his alpha with blown out eyes and leaking pharamones and slick "alphaaa~" he giggled out as he was placed on the bed "what do you want baby, show alpha" and with that Gojo watched his mate present so prettily to him with a pout and a head tilt "good boy~" and like that (name) purred and preened under him, blushy face and absolute devotion in his eyes.

Gojo pulled (name)s legs together and pressed them against the omegas chest to show off his slick ass, pretty and ready for gojo to take whatever his heart desired.

And gojo was a selfish man.

Leaning down he gave a long and deep lick at the omegas hole and grinned when (name) cried out and tried to helplessly buck into his alphas mouth but with how he was held it proved impossible especially with the others iron grip.

"Take what alpha gives you"

And with that Gojo bagan tongue fucking his pretty little Omega who cried and begged but gojo didn't listen as he ate the other out until the omegas pretty legs were numb.

Gojo went at this for an hour, making his pretty mate cum countless times on his tongue, slick leaking like a waterfall and his mouth and chin soaked. (Name) doesn't remember when he began adding his fingers but gojo fucked his lengthy digits into (name) harshly and constantly pressed into his prostate and loved every sound the Omega made.

When (name) came again gojo released his legs and watched his numb legs fall and spread apart, enough space for gojo to slot himself into as his cock prodded at the others loose hole "please alpha! Fuck me fuck me!" (Name) begged the other and who was gojo to deny such sweet begging?

With one harsh thrust he filled his Omega up, watching him cum once again on his cock and the white haired main leaned and licked some of the others semen from his chest before thrusting harshly and pushing (name) into a mating press "gonna fuck you full of my pups baby, keep you full and plump"

"Pupupupup" (name) mumbled through moans as his alpha wrecked him.

They didn't know how much time passed till Gojo felt his knot press against his rim before pushing past the threshold and watching (name) cum once again but now on his knot, the Alpha filling him up good and full.

(Name) was always a drunk mess when in heat, babbling and dazed and always demanding smooches from his alpha.

And gojo always complied.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #gojo satoru x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoro x reader #omega male reader #omegaverse

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reedrfeedr · 7 months

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story - pavlov

(Giving into indulgence has lasting consequences. weight gain, food play, second person.)

You should have known you were fucked the first time it happened.

It was so innocuous, you almost didn’t notice it - staring at another spreadsheet at work, rubbing your eyes to keep from passing out, the morning coffee wearing off too early to carry you to lunch…lunch. There’s that new wing place across the street…you glance at the menu flyer they left in the lobby. You haven’t had any in a while, but still you could almost taste the way the vinegar bite of the hot sauce cuts through the savory fat of the fried skin, the addictive mix of crispy on the edges, tender on the interior, greasy fat giving way to juicy meat…maybe if you ate quick enough you could get a bit more than a dozen, maybe some fries too…and you felt a tent in your tight work pants.

Your brain scrambled to rationalize the errant reaction. You’re tired, maybe you had an involuntary dick flex, almost like you were sleeping. You rubbed your eyes again and blinked enough to try and focus on the screen again. 20 minutes, then you could get lunch. 19 minutes….

That day, you came back from lunch 15 minutes late with a sauce stain on your collar.

The second time (that you noticed, anyway) felt more like a pattern of behavior.

You were glancing at your fridge, as you’ve made a habit of recently, trying to find something to eat. You were eating out more often at work, and you had to stop burning money on takeout, but you felt like your groceries weren’t quite stretching as far as you’d like anymore.

You opened the fridge door and saw the last two frozen pizzas. A thought entered your mind, one that felt unfamiliar. Could always just eat two pizzas. Gotta go shopping tomorrow anyway. Not giving yourself a moment to reconsider, you slid them out and plopped them on the counter.

That wasn’t what took you over the edge, though. That wasn’t what made you this way.

Waiting for the oven to preheat, you fell back on your fridge gazing habit. A second thought entered, much like the first. If I’m going shopping, might as well use the rest of the lunch meat too. Before you realized, you already had the sandwich made and half eaten. You just licked your lips clean when the pizzas finished up, and you were suddenly hit with the smell of them - cheap, greasy cheese, fatty pepperoni…you could imagine the way the soft, lightly browned crust would collapse like a pillow in your mouth, the almost saccharine pizza sauce tempering the salty cheese and meat…and your dick chubbed up at the idea. Something about the sight of those two pizzas, all for you…it excited you.

You ate those pizzas so fast they nearly burned the roof of your mouth.

From then on, things were different. You weren’t focused at work, but you reveled in the opportunity to try new food in the city. Your work clothes were barely fitting, and you even had to size up once or twice already, but you thrived in those lunch breaks…you stopped coming back from lunch late not from eating any less, but eating faster. It became like a game to you. How much food could you experience in 30 minutes? You’d order an appetizer, a couple entrees, maybe a dessert for the walk back, and got there immediately to savor every bite. And in between, you’d fantasize about it. The rich, creamy sauces, the crispy, crunchy bread, the salty, savory meat, the sweet, rich cakes. You stopped caring so much that it was strange that it excited you like it did.

Forget a hobby, eating was your real full time job, the one you spent your time planning and day-dreaming about.

It stretched into your free time, too - you’d find places to get food on the way home, and spend the commute imagining how those flavors would play together. It didn’t even matter if it was particularly masterful - every meal was delicious, filling, exciting to you.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before you mixed your pleasure with your passion.

You were pent up. Sure, you had your profile on the dating apps, but you’d already updated your profile picture once, showing your fuller, flabbier face, and the connections already began to dry up. And with your new interest, you had an even fatter face to meet them with now, not to mention the bloated, overstuffed body you had along with it.

You were jerking off to some amateur porn when something flashed in your mind…melty, gooey cheese. Then, the rich whipped cream of a tiramisu. You never thought to actually do it yet, like…you could enjoy yourself, but the moment you actually tried to mix the two, it was real and you couldn’t turn back. Still, that night you were feeling particularly indulgent, and you had made a habit of acting on indulgence already.

You sat back up, walked to the kitchen, rummaging through your mostly empty fridge again, and found a mostly full bottle of whipped cream you had knocked over in the back. Simple, sugary, one handed. You plopped your thickened ass onto the couch and started stroking, with the other hand working the nozzle of the can.

Stroke. Spray. Stroke. Spray. You got caught in the rhythm of it, and in moments all the sensations blended together, like a well balanced dish. Mouth full. Sated. Cloying sweet cream. Fat coating your mouth. Stroke. Sticky fingers. Rolling your tongue, feeling the cream deflate in your mouth. Stroke. Sugar. Fat. Sweet. Decadent.

Shot.

Your relationship with food had finished changing, and left you with a gluttonous, decadent body to show for it.

You knew it was irreversible when you had finally gotten a message from one of the apps, a simple ‘hey’ flourishing into a spirited conversation about your (former) interests and hobbies.

Then, he asked the question. “Wanna go out tonight?”

You had already begun the daily ritual, scrolling through the pickup spots and settling on your favorite Thai place for pickup on the way home - you could get some pad Thai, their chicken satay, maybe a couple orders of dumplings and some sticky rice. The tang of the sauce, the silky noodles, the crunchy spring of the bean sprouts.

“Sorry, busy tonight.”

#story #wg #fat #xwg #weight gain #gaining #short story

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 1 year

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I was thinking, so before sebastian’s heat actually kicks in his bird side (since he’s a crow demon) will start to be more noticeable. Like when he’s doing his chores he’ll find like a shiny thing and take it to his room. So if you go into his room before his heat there are a lot of shiny things just sitting there.

Yess, ok honestly I think he’d make a lil nest in his room AND your room bc he wants two nest incase you have a large clutch this season (he completely forgets humans don’t lay eggs) and he sings to you on an almost daily basis.

Crows mate for life, making him extra protective of you when his mind is clouded in his pre-heat state.

Sebastian (preheat/inhuman behavior, slight implication of breeding)

You had a long day and wanted to sleep, but your bed was COVERED in blankets, pillows, feathers and…fur? You looked closer to see there were ‘fluffy’ clothes on your bed too. Your bed had none of these on it when you woke up this morning and there’s only one person who has access to your room!

“Sebastian!”

You shouted, intentionally sounding more upset than you actually were to get him to hurry to your side. Unsurprisingly he was standing beside you in a moment. “Yes Master? What’s wrong?” You gesture to the bed and Sebastian gives you a blank stare in response.

“Why is my bed covered in rubbish?” You huff out, walking over to your drawer, removing your necklace and rings, placing them ontop of the drawer, you weren’t gonna wear em to sleep. When you turned around, you saw Sebastian staring at the bed, looking a little offended by your remark.

“It’s not rubbish, it’s to soften the nest. It also helps retain heat so the eggs won’t get cold.” Sebastian says, turning back to you with a smile. You scowl back at him.

“Nest? Eggs??? What the hell are you talking about? Are you planning on getting chickens? Why would we keep them in my bed?” You shove the ‘rubbish’ off your bed and get onto it. “We are not turning my bed into an incubator!”

When you looked back to Sebastian, he’s glaring at the spot on the floor where you shoved his ‘nest’. He looks back to you with a crestfallen look. “They aren’t pets, they’d be our children…” You give him a confused look. You hear a low growl escape him when you start to pull apart the ‘nest’ on the floor. You feel an arm wrap around your waist and you’re pulled off of your own bed.

Before you can protest you’re placed in a chair and Sebastian is re organizing the nest, this time putting it on the edge of your bed. Sebastian turns to you, picking you backup and tucking you into your bed. You had enough room to sleep with the ‘nest’ in your bed, but it was less than comfortable.

Fuck it, you’ll sleep somewhere else tonight. Why not the couch? Haven’t slept there in a while, maybe it’s comfier than you remember?

You got up, walking back to your drawer, not taking your eyes off Sebastian. You go to grab your necklace from the drawer, but you felt nothing when your hand landed on the drawer. You look away from Sebastian to see that the jewelry you had half hazardly left on your drawer was gone…

“Sebastian.” You glared at him. “Where is my jewelry?” Sebastian huffed as if he was annoyed. “What are you upset about? It’s my jewelry!” You hiss at him, turning to face him only to see he’s five feet from your face.

“Oh Master…I apologize I grabbed it when I walked in here.” He holds out his hand, delicately handing it to you. “It was just so tempting to take it, my bad.”

You grabbed it from him and paused, staring up at Sebastian. “What the actual hell is wrong with you? You’ve never done this shit before but now you feel the need to act up?”

Sebastian gave you an innocent smile, lowering his head a bit. “But where will we keep our eggs if we don’t keep them here? We can protect them better here.” He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you towards the bed.

You hiss at him. “I don’t know what you are talking about! Eggs go in the fridge, we,” You gesture between the two of you. “Don’t, and won’t have any eggs, understand?”

He looks surprised by your response and grumbles out something before speaking to you again. “But…it’s the best time to have them, besides-“ He pauses , shaking his head. “Oh that’s right, humans don’t go into heat, it’ll just be me…”

#black butler #black butler x you #black butler x y/n #black butler x reader #Sebastian Michaelis #sebastian x you #sebastian x y/n #sebastian x reader #sfw #pre-heat #fluff #monster fluffer #inhuman behavior

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those pictures of hoon are making me go insane. he is so fine.

i can’t stop thinking about him coming home after his kbs performance and he’s impatient, slightly frustrated, because you’ve sent him some enticing pictures and texts. he does, after all, look too good. and so when he finds you on the bed, he slowly unbuttons his jacket, staring at you with hungry eyes. don’t even get me started on how slowly he undo’s his belt 🤭 yeah he’s tying you up with the belt

hana how could u do this to me like actually ...

obviously i have no choice but to elaborate 😋 (i finished my cardiology homework so i could give this my full attention)

⭑･ﾟﾟ･:༅｡.｡༅::✼✿ smut under the cut ✿✼:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

hoonie baby: i'm so fucking mad at you

you: i didn't do anything this time

hoonie baby: oh, so did our dog walk on your phone screen and accidentally send me a text that said "babe you look so sexy today i wish you'd come 2 me and cum in me"???

you: oh haha yeah i sent that huh... oops :)

hoonie baby: you're such a fucking brat, y/n

you: i know, want you to come fuck the brattiness out of me. will you?

hoonie baby: y/n not now. i'm in the car on the way home. can you please not be a fucking tease just this once. just give me ten minutes, you brat. i'm already rock hard

you: i'm just preheating my snack baby, don't mind me <33 can't wait for you to cum inside me

the typing bubble appears for a second, then disappears. you rub your thighs together in anticipation, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to come home. it takes all of your willpower to not slip your hand into your panties and take care of your problem yourself, but luckily it seems like your boyfriend rushed home with the way he's barging into your bedroom sporting a massive bulge in his trousers.

"you little slut," he mutters, eyeing you with pupils darkened. he takes in your form on the bed, dressed in a black lace lingerie set.

"you like it?" you ask, playing with the strap of your bra. "look, we match!"

he scoffs, rolling his eyes as he begins to unbutton his top at a speed that makes you want to rip his clothes off his toned, muscular body for him. "why do you insist on acting like this every time i leave the house for more than four hours?"

"because my boyfriend is the hottest man to ever walk the planet and i want him inside me? what part of that is hard to understand?" you retort, crossing your arms which only pushes your breasts up higher on your chest.

"god, you and this fucking mouth," he says, more to himself than to you. "what am i going to do with you, baby?"

"you'll fuck me?" you ask, doe-eyed and pouting as you bat your eyelashes at him.

he hums in agreement, tossing the jacket to the floor before torturously removing his black t-shirt. "lay back, then, sweetheart."

your eyes flutter shut as you follow his command. he kisses you slowly, hungrily, letting you unwrap yourself for him. faintly, you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling. before you know it, your arms are above your head, wrists bound by the leather that previously adorned his slim waist.

"hoonie," you beg, kicking your feet uselessly. "please, no, please, let me touch you."

"no, baby, you gotta learn to behave somehow. now take this cock like a good girl–you're lucky i'm even fucking you right now. behave and i'll give you my cum."

he pushes himself into your soaked cunt and begins to fuck into you, but his thrusts are so shallow that you're only getting the tip and less than half of his length.

"sunghoon," you whine, although you remember you're supposed to be on your best behavior. "please, more, put it all the way inside!"

he clicks his tongue at you before snapping his hips hard. "like that, slut? is that enough for you?"

"yes, just like that!" you cry out, wishing more than anything that you could tug at his soft brown hair. "faster, need it faster, please, hoonie!"

he laughs darkly, sucking a hickey along the column of your neck. "beg for it, princess, we've got all night."

#🀄️ask #🀄️thoughts #sunghoon smut #park sunghoon smut #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon hard thoughts #enha smut #are you out to get me like be honest #🀄️hana

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afreakingdork · 6 months

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Weak Spot - Chapter 43

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

I'm so soft for this week's chapter art by @garbagemilkshake

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Intercrural Sex, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises

Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

HUGE EAT SPLITTING PTERODACTYL SCREECH to @unknownfanartist who once did an amazing animation that inspired the crux of this chapter! I genuinely don't know if the patreon saw it, but I sure did. It still lives in my brain rent free and sometimes I just open it on my phone and stare.

Also gotta shout @thepinkpanther83 who asked for Donnie to get some loving to his poor overtaxed feet. i may have shied away from going as far as you wanted, but I hope you still like it 👉👈

ALSO I BET YOU UNCOVERED YOUR EARS WELL TOO BAD BECAUSE HERE'S ANOTHER DRUM BURSTING UNHOLY NOISE THIS TIME GOING TO @mothmans-left-nipple for giving me the INCREDIBLE TASTY DELICIOUS content of the repeated bites 😏😏😏 It was truly such a perfect addition! They always come in with the clutch finishing moves!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: scissoring, bra removal, folds fondling and adjusting, a mountain of slit mentions, and some clit stuff for good measure

Leaning back on the couch, you were uncomfortable. It wasn’t that you hadn’t moved in a while. In fact, the vegetative state you’d been in was pretty nice. It also wasn’t the hour. Sometime in the late afternoon, there was still enough time that dinner wasn’t quite a formed thought. It absolutely wasn’t the state of your partner. It was a limited touch day and it rarely bothered you when he needed space. It marked a sort of business as usual that you welcomed.

Still, you tugged at your shirt which felt sticky against your torso. Committing to sitting up, you glanced over the room before settling on your thighs. Through soft cotton pajamas, you could feel heat pockets boiling behind your knees. Making a little disgruntled sound at peeling them apart, you thought over the sensation.

It was almost as if you were hot.

The weather outside teetered on gorgeous which made little sense to your predicament. Rocking back to facilitate liftoff, you ambled onto your feet and headed toward the kitchen window. Sunlight poured in from an angle there and you basked in it. It marked an obvious warmth which brought your hand to the glass. The cold surface relented and said that the sun was a far cry from finishing its preheat. Autumn was seeping in and you almost wanted to ask if Donnie wanted to head up to the roof before it struck you.

It was stuffy because the weather was nice.

The A/C hadn’t kicked on because of it and you were sitting in dead air.

Almost laughing to yourself at how you missed something so obvious, you thought over what to do. A fan would only tip the precarious balance, so you quickly returned to your idea of heading out. Already picturing yourself in those comfy homemade chairs, you turned to relate this to your partner to find him at rapt attention.

The only problem was, it was in the huge novel he was reading.

Something he had supposedly been trying to get his hands on for a while, the huge tome had arrived in the mail with markings from all sorts of countries. Curious at the legality of it all, it had at least passed customs so something about it had to be on the up and up. Whatever it was, it at least wasn’t precious enough that Donnie wore gloves to read it. He was still mesmerized and had been neatly buried in it since it arrived the day before.

You weren’t even sure he’d slept even though he’d joined you in bed last night.

Smiling at him, you shook your head and headed over to relay that at least you would be on the move. “Don.”

His gaze was churning text like a typewriter.

“Donnie, I’m going to the roof. Wanna read up there with me?”

His eyes hit the end and he turned the page in a flurry as if he could not get enough.

You could just leave him.

You could walk away.

You were happy for him.

That was the honest truth.

You also desperately wanted to kick his book up like a schoolyard bully and make it hit his snout.

Resisting those urges though it technically fell into the category of not true touch, you gave a tepid sigh and rounded him for something a little more dramatic. Circling the couch, you approached your side before giving a calculated wobble. You then swung up a forearm to your head and gave a pathetic, wispy groan. “It’s oh so stuffy.”

He didn’t move an inch.

“It’s almost like I can’t breathe!” With a smooth teeter back and forth, you then pretended to faint as Victorian women did in movies.

Your weight literally thrown onto the couch, it was enough that it skidded angrily away from you. You still made it, a flop into cushions and sent one pillow over the edge to its doom. With your half now at least a foot off from its original location, you watched as Donnie lowered his book incrementally. Gaze still glued to paper, his pupil dotted off something before he sent dull irritation straight ahead.

Seeing he’d make the turn, you flopped your head back against the couch to appear unconscious.

“It seems as though I am needed.” His tone was huffy.

Knowing your eyes were squirming under lids, you tried to at least tame your wrinkled smile into one more neutral.

With a snap, his book closed and you felt the couch dip slightly as he turned toward you. “You know I could have continued to read, through your display.”

Your lips puckered around a giggle and you had to bite down on it.

“Oh no.” There wasn’t a hint of interest in his voice. “It seems as though Y/N is having a bad dream. Nothing I can do.” Weight moved on a cushion that said he was returning to his book.

“You didn’t even check.” You whispered, trying to make it sound like it was the room.

“Sleep talking, fascinating.”

You cracked an eye open to find him miming as if he were flipping through the pages, but his head was turned, staring at you.

“Look at that.”

Immediately caught, a little surprised noise wiggled in your throat.

“You need only ask.” He leaned forward, overlooking you.

“I did.” You stared back openly.

His lips dropped a minute amount. “No, you threw yourself on the couch.”

“No.” You shared his tone before twisting it to sit up straight. “I called your name a few times and asked you a question.”

His head tipped, not believing.

“I did.” You said sternly, raising your brows.

His came down with twice the weight. “I see…”

“Hey.” You kicked a foot out, but kept from touching him. “I’m glad you like your book.”

He looked down at said novel.

“No need to worry. I was going to head up to the roof and wanted to see if you’d join me.”

Brows coming up incrementally, they caught on something. “How does that correlate?”

“With the fainting?” You chuckled.

He looked to you as a confirmation.

“It’s stuffy in here. Can’t you feel it?”

Another thing lost to his distraction, you watched him take the air. “So… it is…”

“Don.”

He faced you.

“It’s okay to be distracted. I should have let you be.” You urged with a tip of your head.

“A shade too far.” He spoke more to himself. “The roof?”

“Yeah, I’m tired of that sticky feeling.” You moved to get up only to remember you’d attacked the couch. Giving an amused puff, you stepped back before dropping down. Squat with your feet adequately apart, you tucked your fingers under the ridge of the sofa to pull it back into place.

“You underestimate my weight.”

“It’ll slide.” You retorted and tugged.

The sofa gave a squeaky inch.

“Only 13 more of those to go.”

Puffing your cheeks out, you took a deep breath before heaving with your entire body.

You managed exactly three more inches before your fingers slipped free from the fabric. Momentum carrying you, your back slammed into the little coffee table and you gave a yelp. Donnie appeared at your side, setting his book aside and hovering.

“I’m okay…” You waved him off, keeping your limbs to yourself. “Pride hurts more than anything.”

He sat back on his heels.

With him moved, you sighed abysmally before reaching out and easily putting the couch back into place.

“A little back actually.”

You parted him a dry look before tapping the sofa just enough that he was pleased.

“Better.”

“Good, better, best.” You said for no apparent reason and stood. Dusting yourself off, you threw a thumb at the door. “Might go wallow alone now if that’s alright. You go back to your reading.”

Still sitting with his knees perfectly tucked under him, you watched a bit of sadness flicker over his features.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” You brushed him off airily and moved to the door. “The sun’ll do me good.”

You heard the soft sound of him following and you slowed by the door. Waiting until he got close, you did a slow turn to gauge if you’d have to further fend him off.

Instead you found him resigned, with a comfortable smile playing on his lips.

“I’ll come get you later.”

Soothed, you gave a single happy nod.

Gaze softening, he leaned forward and just barely pressed his lips to your hairline.

You’d meant to let your eyes drift shut, but they just barely hadn’t made it when he completed the move and pulled back. The sensation was not enough and you watched him, up close, with the usual stirring in your belly. It was the feeling you often had of wanting nothing more than to curl up beside him. Squashing it down to your gaze alone, you reached back to palm the door knob and offered a sign off. “Don’t get too lost in reading, my daring literary adventurer.”

He liked the tagline and was leaning forward before either of you registered.

Muscle memory and lips pressed, you squeezed the door handle in time to keep from deepening the move. He had other plans as he chased you to a certain degree. Sensing his body would only allow him so far, you obliged with a massage that parted your lips. He drank you in, just shy of licking into you when you felt a thin edge, not dissimilar to his plastron, press to your chest. Knowing it to be different, you broke free to find his book acting as a barrier.

Giving a puff of laughter at it, you turned mirth up to him. “I’m sensing you’re at odds with yourself.”

His eyes were cast down where he was reviewing the book with a certain amount of frustration. “So it seems.”

“I’m trying to remove myself from the equation.” You reminded him with a lazy smile.

The downturn of his lips said he didn’t like that.

You finally released the knob to face him and leaned back against the door. “Options.”

“Stay trapped in dichotomy or respite in the form of a temporary split.”

“Seems like one makes more sense.” You tilted your head and waited.

He gave the faintest growl as he looked away.

Watching him and imagining that sound coming above you in an unholy manner, you shook your head to rid the thoughts.

You were just as bad.

Settling found him watching you with open curiosity. “You have an alternative.”

“My brain needs to be washed out with soap.” You rolled your eyes. “It’s spewing pure filth.”

“Do tell?” He gave a single, second long rolling purr before he leaned a little closer with the book once again appearing between you.

“Hot and heavy.” You shrugged, reaching out a finger to push against the cover.

“It occurs to me we’ve never expressly explored your fantasies.”

Your shoulders jolted with a bob of laughter. “I’ve asked for stuff.”

“Heat of the moment.” You watched his fingers retract behind the cover as the book inched closer to you. “Pales in comparison.”

“Don’t put me on the spot.” You giggled.

“Then you weren’t just imagining some scenario?” Only mere inches were separating your chest from a wealth of knowledge.

“Nothing that hasn’t been done before.” You smiled along with your honesty.

Donnie made a noise of little interest as he studied you.

“The usual.” A hard cover lightly pressed to your sternum. “You good and deep, possessively over me and doing your best to melt our bodies into one.”

“Ah.” His jaw hung open and the heat of his breath cascading over your face making your lashes flutter.

Rapidly become wedged on a shelf, you gave your own exhale to carve out a bit of freedom. “I should get going; hot and all.”

“Yes…” His lips only closed enough to enunciate. “Oppressive air.”

“Mhm.” You were staring so intently at his mouth that it’s arrival seemed willed.

Kissing with only the novel keeping you apart, your head pressed back into the door with hungry force. Head tilting to better meet him, the rotation brushed your cheek to his. The near instant effect came with an involuntary twitch that you felt through your lips. With nowhere to go you gave a note of exasperation that caused him to reluctantly pull back.

“Don.”

“Yes?” Breathy puffs ran over you as he waited.

“It’s too much. Let’s stop.”

He gave a traitorous grunt.

“Don, look” Pushing with your chest, he immediately retreated for threat you’d overtake the barrier. “See?”

Another irritated sound rumbled in his throat and his face held all the displeasure of a scolded toddler who’s toy had been taken.

You watched as he tried to search for some solution.

In a childlike torment, you imagined his coveted artifact had been placed just out of reach.

Unhappy, but given no option, he chose to sulk.

The metaphorical time out clock set, he’d have his privileges restored eventually.

He’d just have to wait.

“Or…”

He perked up at the sound of your voice.

It had been awhile since your mouth betrayed you. “Uh… I don’t know…”

His gaze narrowed. “No, you had something.”

“There’d be some inevitable contact. It wouldn’t work.”

“Try.”

You chewed your lip and found his immobility on the matter. Sighing, you translated hopelessness through your gaze as you spoke, “Scissoring.”

Instead of shooting it down as you imagined, he even moved to bypass your second guess of thinking it over. “Explain."

“Scissoring?” You knew that was wrong, but you had to make sure.

His lids lowered and his brows rose.

“I don’t know!” You pursed your lips.

“Y/N.”

“I just-!” You bit down on the complaint and groaned with a little toss of your head. Coming down you took a breath to calm yourself before looking him right in the eyes. “I feel like we could finagle it so we’d just be rubbing our…” You drifted off, suddenly unsure of comparing your sexes.

With a slight narrowing, you thought he might offer a word for it, but he instead shot his gaze off to the side in a studious manner.

You stumbled after him. “We’d need leverage, but I have an idea for that. I can’t guarantee we wouldn’t bump legs or something else in the heat of it though.”

His pupils darted as he made some kind of calculation.

“That’s also assuming you were up for sex too…” You mumbled in case that was his hang up.

He stopped with a prominent blink and whipped around to look at you. “Show me.”

Your back strengthened. “Not…?”

“Explain? No.” There was something lit in his gaze. “You cited an understanding of my situation.”

“Trust.” You parroted back the way he’d said the word a few times.

He gave a proud smile. “And intrigue.”

“Intrigue?” You wondered as you slid along the wall to get past him even though you still had a good amount of space.

“Not your fantasy per say, but allowing your full direction opens the chance for you to exert.” He had no judgment for your display and instead looked very much like a bright eyed student with his book pressed securely to his chest with one folded arm. “Giving myself over to you has an exhilarating quality as well.”

Turning in time as the thought rotated, you led the charge to the bedroom and pondered on how you liked to be his. The times you’d domineered had gone over well, but you hadn’t thought of it as a mainstay. Wondering why that couldn’t be a norm of its own, you approached the bed. “How clean is the floor?”

Donnie’s voice appeared beside you along with a weighty aura of fascination. “I loose a cleaning bot weekdays.”

Resisting the urge to glance at him, you set your jaw. “We need the bed out of the way.”

“Where?” He was quickly becoming engrossed by the unknown.

“Anywhere that frees up B.E.D.F.A.S.T.” You took a step towards your night stand and began to move it yourself.

As soon as your object was over by the closet, you turned your attention back to find the bed had silently transported itself over to the partition. In its place Donnie stood and examined the ground with the air of a dog swishing its tail.

“Need another pass?” You wondered, stepping close with your eyes glued to his ass in case his actual tail did wag.

You hadn’t seen that since his heat.

He turned to catch your eye line.

You met his gaze without remorse.

His smile brightened. “What next?”

“You’ll need to set that aside for the time being.” You flicked your gaze to his book.

It was almost startling how easily he moved to set the tome aside.

Especially after he hadn’t been able to put it down before.

His priorities were showing clearly.

“Now strip.” You ordered and loosened your posture to watch.

He failed to curtail his excitement as he reached behind his head. Catching the back of his black t-shirt, he pulled the tight piece of fabric off with little resistance and an elongation of his torso. Tossing the top aside, he then skimmed down his body and along his pant’s hem. As if looking for just the right spot, he hooked his thumbs first at his sides. He then maintained heady eye contact as he leaned forward to slide the cotton off his hips. With absurd precision, he then stepped out of one leg before folding the other back to pull himself free with a flick of his wrist. “More?”

“Need the wraps?”

He seemed to think it over before giving a single nod that said he could be persuaded otherwise.

“Wraps and mask stay on.” You quoted from long ago.

He had a fond look to him as he waited with his weight on one hip.

“Ground.” You moved forward.

He lowered in time until he was on his knees before you.

“Such a good boy.” You gave a sultry coo.

His lips parted with a set of rapid blinks that reminded you of his yet explored praise kink.

Wanting to straddle the line between that and your current course, you offered a middleman, “We’ll see just how good you can be at following orders.”

He gave a nod and you could just sense the way his heart was thudding out of his chest.

“To the wall.” You stepped forward with threatening encouragement.

Backing away, you directed him with steps that you imagined mimicked a sheep dog nipping at a farm animal's heels.

It ended with his carapace pressed against the space just below B.E.D.F.A.S.T.

You gave him a half grin before looking at the device. “Darling Protocol, activate B.E.D.F.A.S.T.”

Its four arms sprouted and sat at the ready.

“You better not interfere.”

“I won’t.” You watched as he visibly broke his heated character to add, “You can override that.”

You dropped your own façade. “Thanks.”

He nodded and you watched his eyes laden with that anticipatory desire.

“B.E.D.F.A.S.T. temporarily disengage from the neural link.” You flicked your gaze to the upper corner of your vision and added, “Also the commands are too wordy. You’ll respond on my ‘mark,’ literally. Lift your top right arm if you understand.

The machine lay dormant.

You gave Donnie a cheeky look. “Someone’s good at Simon Says.”

You earned a grin that showed a bit of his teeth.

“Mark, top right arm up.”

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. followed the command.

“Perfect.” You sauntered forward but kept your eyes trained on the panel. “I wonder what brillant creature must have programmed you.”

The faintest chirp came from your partner.

“What was that?” You were slow in kneeling down. In a curve, you tucked your knees off to one side and leaned over him. “Trying to take credit?”

“No.” The response was faint.

“Look at you.” You tilted your head. “So pretty for me. So obedient.”

His head tipped back as if to give his mouth room for a response, but he crushed it to give a shaky inhale.

“Nothing?” You tipped the other way. “Shame. I was going to reward you.”

His eyes widened at his mistake.

“I wanted to hear those adorable noises.” You reached out slowly to telegraph a touch.

He flicked a wary eye from your hand to your face until he reassured himself.

Whether he knew it or not, he’d already signaled what on him was approved. Curling your digits, you positioned it so your thumb was extended. You then just barely stamped it into the dead center of his lips. “The ones you hold back.”

A careful chirp emerged from him.

“Mhm. Think you can let those out for me?” In a gentle back and forth you traced the plump of his lip.

He pressed a kiss to your thumb before speaking in a way that said this was outside the act. “Only some.”

You wondered which were off limits, but gave a nod as you retracted your hand. “Curious about your reward?”

“Very much so.”

Lifting up, you swiped a hand over the top of your head. “You can pick what comes off first.”

“Top.” He spoke without a moment of hesitation.

“Eager.” You quirked a brow and toyed with your collar.

“Longing.”

“What about build up?” You gave a little tug.

“I’ve waited a lifetime for you.”

Caught off guard, you covered up your flush by whipping your shirt off without the craft you’d hoped to achieve. Unable to meet his eye, you then tossed the fabric into his face.

He was still before you heard him inhale deeply.

“Hey!” You pinched a bit of fabric and lifted it off. “No one said you could do that.”

“Was that prohibited?” His question held little wonder.

“Maybe I’ll leave you here and go make a snack.” You huffed, using your reclaimed shirt as a makeshift cover for your body.

For a split second he grappled with some type of response before going with, “That would be up to you.”

You hummed before relenting. “From now on, no loopholes. You can only do as you’re told.”

He leaned his head against the wall. “Understood.”

“Scoot your ass forward.” You threw your shirt by the wayside and beckoned him.

His hips slid forward while his upper carapace stayed to the wall.

Watching him carve out a scalene triangle of space, you smiled. “Spread for me. Let me see that gorgeous tail of yours.”

From where his legs were tossed comfortably to the side, he gathered them up and then split. Thighs rippling around the move, he had to lift up and adjust so his tail was on prominent display.

You knelt down and signaled a break in character by opening up your features. “Plastron?”

“I could stand some slight contact. It’s dulled.”

You nodded and dropped to your knees to crawl up between his legs.

His throat gave a little titter.

“That’s not the only thing you’ve been holding back.” You flicked your gaze to the column of his neck before returning to his face.

He raised a curious brow.

“Something-” You reached out with a single flighty digit with a swirling pattern until just the tip touched the center line between his pectoral scutes. “-further-“ You dragged your finger down, keenly aware of its weight. “-down.” Hitting the bottom you flicked your finger into a curl as if wiping something up.

He did the slightest squirm that you translated as need.

As of yet dry there, you saw what had to be a phantom wiggle of his tail. “Don’t I make you happy?”

He gave a single irritated exhale.

Giving into a laugh, you brought it up to him. “I’m going somewhere.”

“Immersion breaking.” His features held open disdain. “Nonsense.”

“Let me finish!” You giggle and leaned up. Needing stability, you then pressed a palm flat to the wall beside his head before craning into him for a kiss.

He returned it in a way where you could feel his tension unwind.

“I’m gonna have to rephrase, huh?” You mumbled against his lips.

“Absolutely.”

You had to push off to get back into position and do a roll to reclaim your character. With a dip of your lids, you found it and gave him a heated look. “I know for a fact that this’ll wag.” Without looking you tossed your index finger over to point at his tail. “I was just notified that it’s not my fault, so why are you holding back?”

As if caught, you watched him give the faintest jolt.

“I repeat my earlier question.”

You watched his lips purse for a moment and you just knew he had a complaint about loopholes.

“Touch yourself, no insertion, and don’t you dare drop.”

The mix of commands set his irritation aside and he reached wide over his body to his slit. With some more minor adjustments so his core was better exposed, he slid one of his fingers across the length of it. Coming along the seam to trace, he began to repeat the journey languidly.

Satisfied, you gave him an approving flick of your gaze before retreating.

He watched curiously as he continued to stroke himself.

In a few dancing steps, you turned your back to him and did an arm curling swipe over the back of your head. Rustling your hair, you let your fingers brush your neck as you arched into the action. Rolling your head earned you a crack and your arms came down a metered length of your sides. Sliding your hands around your ribs, you traced your bra’s band before finding the clasp. Undoing it in one blessed move, you shimmied the item off and held it out with an extended digit. Listening close you heard a little breath and swallow from your partner before you tossed the thing aside.

Moving on in the strip tease, you widened your stance and rotated your hips. It earned you the faintest squeak as you traced your own waistband. Having been lazing in something light but with enough coverage to go out in, you bunched some of the fabric before leaning forward. Presenting your ass, you then slowly rocked your hips back and forth as the fabric trended down. Breaking free from your thighs, you then dropped into a sudden squat. Having hooked your thumbs, you managed to free the fabric from your calves. Caught now in what was sure to be awkward, you conjured up a distraction by shaking your ass while you managed a mostly dignified freeing of your bottoms. Kicking them away with a swipe of your foot, you turned your head enough to give him a profile. “How are you doing back there?”

“Fi-” A chirp caught in his throat and he had to swallow it to try again. “Fine.”

“Happy?”

“Very.”

“Oh?”

“Happier if you were over here.”

“Enough to wag?” You moved one of your arms to block your chest as you rotated only enough to see him.

He gave a flat sort of noise.

“Not very.” You pouted and began to step away.

You heard the faintest noise of alarm before his voice rushed to him. “It’s not so simple.”

It was an honest answer. “How’s that?” You turned to him, forgetting the play.

His gaze didn’t falter from your face. “It would have to overtake me. A difficult set of circumstances.”

You turned the sentence over as you headed towards him. “Is it a weakness thing?”

“An open reflection of your emotions?” It wasn’t even quite sarcasm that had his tone dry.

You nodded in time as you knelt before him. “Guess I was just thinking that the sounds have come easier for you so your tail might be the same?”

His lips thinned out.

“You did say ‘only some’ though.” Sitting on your legs reminded you that you were clad only in your underwear. “You care so much, it’s hard to believe…”

“I’m still holding back.” He agreed and his gaze dropped to the floor.

Tracking it you found his fingers had slowed, but he was still attempting to follow your command. With little comedy you reached out, just shy of touching him to signal a stop.

His finger came away only enough for the back of his hand to rest on his thigh.

“Is it…?”

“Not you. Never you.” He gave a weary sigh.

Moving your lower jaw left and right you came up with enough attention that it pulled his. “Let’s just drop that part. Do you want to keep going?”

In the short time you’d left him to think, he’d gotten hung up on something else. Brows down in rapt attention with wood grain. You felt the need to wait.

It was long enough that you had to reposition your legs as they had fallen asleep.

“If-” He caught the syllable as if he hadn’t meant to release it. He then did some mental readjustments before looking at you. “I believe if given the right mindset it could be elicited.”

You straightened.

“Not a challenge.”

“Organic.”

He blinked with surprise and then again with appreciation. “Yes.”

“Yes?” Mounting excitement got you lifting up.

He gave a little smile. “Don’t-“

“Get too excited. Hush.” With another, much louder, hand slamming to the wall you knocked his head back similarly as you kissed him.

He puffed a laugh that broke your lip lock so you silenced it with your tongue. Hovering over him, he had no recourse and melted beneath you as you licked into him. His tongue rallied and you forced it to retreat until a heady sound erupted in his throat. Pulling back found him momentarily drunk before he regained himself in a flutter of his lids.

“Where were we?” You removed yourself from him and he made a several inch effort to chase you before you were too far. You gave a few feet of space before mimicking his pose. Cotton covering your center, you watched his focus wane as he looked over you.

“I have been waiting for the next command.”

“How’d you do?” You demonstrated how he’d stroked himself against your own underwear.

With his two fingers he split himself open.

The shameless display had your stomach doing flips.

Not soaked, but beads of desire had just started threading which marked him at a titillated stage.

“Good start.” You gave a weighty breath.

He seemed to like it until you cut him off.

“But-”

There was an indignity as he took an inhale.

“Could be better.” You traced your sex through dry cotton. “A wager.”

He quirked a brow.

“Whoever drools first gets to finger the other.”

“You have an advantage.”

“Worried?” You pressed a little harder creating an outline.

His pupil waged war trying to get to his periphery. “Is my speech limited?”

“You gonna chat me up?”

“Allow me to.”

“Try.”

“Ready?”

“Mirror me.”

“Done.” Starting just below your clit you swiped down the fabric and he similarly traced his slit. Working friction through fabric, you teased yourself as he did the same. “Figured you’d start.”

“Anticipation.” His lips twitched against a smile.

“Whatever shall I do?” You faked a groan and pressed your entrance.

Following suit, he kept just shy of breaching himself.

Unlike yours, his thick digit’s press gave you a hint of the sensitive pink skin within. Wanting to see him go deeper you pushed where cotton refused to relent.

For him it meant only a few centimeters.

Stroking with the same pressure, you narrowed in the zipper like parting of his slit.

“It’s hot.”

Goosebumps rippled your arms and you only scarcely heard him as the mirroring struck you. Touching yourself was like puppeteering him. It meant that the aching pressure you were feeling was similarly stewing in his own core. Each touch or lack thereof was fully under your control and you relished it. Entranced, you nimbly sent your pinky aside to toy with your hem.

For him it translated in his second finger pressing plush jade skin. “Hotter than the room.”

It took a few flicks for you to catch fabric before you yanked it just shy of revealing you.

With a massage, he pressed one side of his slit to the other and you could almost see his slick. “My skin, inside. Boiling.”

Shoving the gusset aside, your hips rocked against greedy fingers.

His hips splayed further as he breached himself. “There’s a differential perspective.”

You pressed your entrance with your middle finger.

As he did the same, his second digit mistakenly dragged to open him up a bit more. “Your skin would be downright chilled if you got your tongue on me.”

You shuddered and tested the tight ring of flesh.

He followed in perfect time. “Tongue probing. Waiting for that give.”

You gave a shallow pump as moisture meant each press went a millimeter further.

“And when it does.”

Your finger slipped straight to the first joint.

He gave a gruff chirp. “Molten core. All desire.”

You pulled out only to shove it back in.

“Licking in, catching as much of your desire as possible.”

Reaching the knuckle, you probed your depth, searching for his glans.

When you found it, his exhale came out as a stutter. “Each sound pulled, yours. That grip on shifting to the ass. Squeezing and giving stability to taste the very essence.”

Pulling out, you spread your slick to your other digits before adding a second on the next plunge.

For his finger’s girth, it spread him out and his eyes closed with force. “The unraveling comes with preclusion. Tight and burning, as it might consume you.”

Fucking yourself in earnest, there were two squelching echoes.

“It’s a heat you can’t help but chase.”

A little cry came off your lips as you bucked.

He did his own with a flesh of teeth as he presumably jammed his cock. “It’s so close, not that you can taste it. You are. It’s leaking down your face. Smeared existence trying to eat you all the same.”

You watched the first drip of his stringy slick slide down his slit and you were in motion.

Scrambling over to him, he couldn’t get his own fingers out before you joined them with your two. “Mark, bottom right form a safety bar!”

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. animated and its lower arm folded to double up. It then extended out and you latched onto it with your free hand. It gave you leverage to press your conjoined hands deep into him.

He cried out.

“Can you come like this?” With a pull you were over him, puffing hot air across his cheek.

His head shifted, but it was more of a writhe as you pulled his fingers out with yours before jamming them right back in.

“No dropping, just like this.”

His head gave a violent shake and his parted teeth revealed a gasp.

He didn’t know. “You can though. You’re so good for me. You do so much for me. Unravel for me. Please, Donnie. Please, can you do that for me? Cum so good?”

A squeak started up and wrangled out in a higher pitch than you ever heard from him.

“Go on.” The in and out sounded like a sinful stir of a decadent pot. “I want to watch you fall apart. Let go, let go.”

“I-it’s-” He choked on a near sob that dotted the corners of his eyes.

“It’s so thick?” You were almost kissing his tympanum. “Like you, my dearest? How you fill me up and spread me? How you’ve ruined me for anyone else? How I can only ever imagine getting off to you?”

You could hear the crack in his jaw as it shoved open around a sharp and loud squeak.

“This is you.” Having added all four of your primary fingers, you shoved them with his two as far as you could, feeling his body try to stretch to accommodate. “Fucking me. Making me yours. I’m yours. You’re-”

“Mine!” He screamed and you felt his whole insides shift. Instead of a rolling milking that you were accustomed too, his muscle contracted into a single tightness and what pulsed was a primary source within. His body shook around you and his head slammed back into the wall showcasing all his teeth in a similar clench. The flood reached its barrier and his cum burned your digits as it rushed the door. Resisting it as he was plugged up, you let him drown himself as strangle chirps and peeps emanated from him and he squirmed from the stuffed sensation.

“To the brim.” You whispered to him as his muscles began to loosen.

With a slight twitch that had him nearly convulsing, you broke the stiffness in your hand to retract.

His cum leaked immediately and his head rolled from its point against the wall.

“Incredible.” You moved to kiss lips that could not reciprocate. “I’m so proud of you.”

He tried to make a noise, but none came.

“Really, Don. I’m so insanely proud of you.” You leaned off the tease to enforce your honesty.

It cracked one of his lids.

“Letting go for me. Being so perfect. I can’t stand it. It means so much; you mean so much.” You smiled at him and it surfaced his other eye. “To me.”

His lips moved with a silent plea.

“What was that?” You turned your head to offer him your ear. “Deliciously ruined, you gotta find your voice. Go ahead.”

“On me.” He managed the smallest whisper.

“Hm?” You looked him over to make sure you weren’t touching him. You still had the bar and couldn’t feel any point of contact. “Need me to clean you up?”

“Need you on me.” He gasped and cleared his throat.

“Oh. Oh.” Letting go of B.E.D.F.A.S.T., you backed up. “Look at you.”

“Please.” With a squeeze of his features and a lick of his lips, an outpour began. “Need you. Need to feel you. Need you. Need you against me. On me. Need-”

“But still not direct touch?”

He nodded miserably , his eyes screwed shut with more pleas dripping off his lips.

You let him go on as you tugged your underwear off. Standing long enough to get out of them, you threw them along the floor before dropping right back between his slack legs. Semen pooled on the floor and you traced it to him where his body coiled at the touch. “You got good and soaked for me.”

“Please!”

You reassuringly hushed him and did as much leg math as you could in only a few seconds. “Mark!”

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. whirled to life.

“This knee up.” You nodded to Donnie’s right.

With a clicking groan he hiked the leg up.

“The other down, ease your prosthetic.”

He gave a faint nod and let that one extend.

“Mark, my right ankle, into the air. Don’t touch Donnie.”

One of B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s arms extended and seemed to scan over your bodies. It then formed its cuff attachment which locked around your ankle as soon as it located it. Secured, your leg lifted and you were pulled all the closer to your partner who gave a needy squeak.

“Soon, so soon. I’m right here.” Gnawing your lower lip, you then began the careful process of threading your leg through the tent he’d created with his lifted knee. Thankful for his size, you were just able to get it through before your sexes pulled up close to one another. “Mark, I need a pole over here. Leverage!”

Reaching out a hand to Donnie’s right side, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. did some reconfiguration before it dropped a sturdy line that seemed to suction to the floor. You grabbed hold and with the slightest tug to test its strength, your ass slid on the loose cum and your slit pressed to his.

“Ah!” Donnie called out a vowel, taxed with oversensitivity.

“You okay, my dear?”

He could only give a rapid nod which bumped your sexes together.

You gave similar mewls as you switched your grip on the pole. In any other situation, you would have used his knee for leverage, but right now you were overly proud of yourself for managing this position with his aversion. With a pull, you ground against him and found nothing but a smooth glide. “So wet!”

He rolled his hips against yours.

You chased him roughly and his tail slid, wet, between your ass cheeks.

A slap echoed, but you couldn’t really stop.

Looking up, you found he’d thrown his arms back and the sound had been his hands hitting the floor for stability.

“So good.” You murmured and squirmed so his slit’s lips spread yours. “So soaked with seed. With slick. You’re amazing.”

“Y/N!” He croaked.

“Good, good, faster. Come on.” You pulled so hard you could feel the silicone coating B.E.D.F.A.S.T. squish between your fingers.

Donnie moaned loud and bucked up against you.

Friction cementing you both together, each rub slid lips with partings, but not enough traction. “Mark! Tighter! Higher!”

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. yanked your leg and your pelvises crushed flush.

“Fuck!”

“More!”

Nearly feeling bones, you cried out as a shift encompassed your clit. Donnie chased the sound and you dug your nails into B.E.D.F.A.S.T. at the thought that he could still be that coherent amongst all this.

Orgasm winding, a side to side spread you both and you pressed there for its intriguing stickiness.

What felt good for you, was dialed up entirely for Donnie because he snarled and snapped at you.

You shuddered where you were still pressed, gawking at him through a veneer.

“I c-can’t-!” Teeth barred and drool leaked through the clench.

“C-can’t what-?” You continued your ministration and a feral growl ripped through your ears.

“I-!!!” The sound burned before something else did.

Like a knife plunged, his cock dropped straight into you. Screaming at the sudden split, your hand slipped and it took the last of your senses to keep it from smacking Donnie’s leg.

Unable to stop as he warned, he pulled out halfway only to skewer you again.

The pain pleasure index spun uselessly as a buck had you skidding away from him on the many floor dripping. Latching onto the bar, you shoved back against it, earning your own scream as he bottomed out for a third time. Folds bitten in the transaction, you are forced to grind him deeper to free them. His spread pressed to what had to be your cervix and you nearly sobbed against the pressure. Chasing it in his own way, he rubbed which caused your jaw to hang open on a creaky hinge.

Eyes rolling back, you came before you realized it had built that far. Not milking but wringing him out, you could tell your squeezes were lethal. The sounds emitted from him showed his own mixture of excitement before one of your last clamps sent him over a second time. Having basically ignoring his refractory period, what spurted out paled in comparison to his usual load. Its forced depth made up for any lacking and molten seed burned your lower belly so thoroughly that your grip gave out.

The fall happened in slow motion as he and then B.E.D.F.A.S.T. wafted by your vision. The ceiling came next as an omnipresent white and your back slapped the ground. The sound gave you enough coherence to steel your neck and prevent a knock that would have rattled your brain. Shook out regardless, you laid in your collapse as Donnie chirped a worried note.

“I’m…” You slurred, tongue heavy like his cock. “… okay…!”

He gave a grunt and you felt something land just below your knee.

“I’m good.” You forced a little clearer.

Another puff of air and the weight turned into pinching fingers.

“Don?” Not wanting to raise your head, you stewed.

“Need.” His voice was warped as he pawed at you.

He was touching you.

That couldn’t be right.

“M-more?” Your gaze landed on your chest as you tried to catch sweaty palms for enough traction on the floor. “You’re good, but that may be… too good.” Exchanging hands for elbows, you got something under you enough to lift and glimpse him.

Drool strained the corner of his jaw and his other hand groped the air in what seemed like the B.E.D.F.A.S.T. arm supporting your leg.

“What are you…?”

“Up.” The hand on your leg reached out.

Brain sizzling from your orgasm, you slipped your fingers into his.

With a yank, he had you upright and it was then you realized he was still hard to a degree.

“How?” Your voice was gravel.

Releasing you as prolonged touch stung, he shook his head and finally got a good grip on B.E.D.F.A.S.T.

You watched as he tugged the arm, uselessly.

“I have control.” You reminded him as every single movement pressed your conjoined centers back together.

“Let it-” His voice shattered.

“My leg’ll fall on you.”

He shook his head, unable to clear either his throat or head.

“Let’s take a second.”

“Kiss me.” He tried anew, pleading with his gaze.

“Only if you take that second.”

He agreed with a curt nod.

Grabbing the B.E.D.F.A.S.T. pole, you yanked yourself up to meet his lips. Weak, you succumbed to him as he kissed you with an odd desperation. Unable to place it, the massage bumped his cock inside you and the sensitivity bordered on too much. Breaking the lip lock to translate that, he turned his head.

“Cheek.”

“Kiss?” You asked, still stuffed with cum and cotton.

He gave a nod before presenting his face again.

Laughing, you kissed on command and felt that touch averse tension. “Donnie…” You warned, lips still against him.

“Need it, please.”

“Still at odds with yourself? I thought we’d made progress…” You wondered and planted another on him.

Turning his head in increments, he led you down his jaw where you marked him with kisses. Each one was an obvious raw rub against his nerves, but he seemed keen on you continuing.

He’d been good enough to earn that so you relented and followed along until you neared his neck.

“Need control.”

“Of B.E.D.F.A.S.T.?” You felt him tug at the arm attached to your leg again.

“Please.” His cock bobbed within you.

He’d calmed down a little in all, but one glaring way. “B.E.D.F.A.S.T., restore neural link.”

No sound triggered, but the machine immediately began to move. It started at your ankle where, with crawling construction, it moved the cuff in a new build a few inches higher each time. It created a crawling sensation that made you shiver until it reached the thick of your thigh. An extension then appeared as support behind your back and the pole in your hand slipped through your fingers. Without leverage, you fell Donnie until B.E.D.F.A.S.T. revved to save the day.

Unfolding into an arm, the attachment that was once a pole shot forward to create a new cuff around your other thigh. Saving you from contact, your hips were split apart by the new configuration. The bit supporting your spine moved downward until it and the cuffs became a mimic for what felt like Donnie’s hands. They gripped the swell of your ass and lifted you incrementally off his cock while coaxing your legs forward. It sent your toes grazing against the ground and the whole of you doing a floating straddle around him.

“What…?”

“Lower.” He wrangled the sound. “Go.”

“Donnie…” You branded his name against his pulse with reluctant kisses.

Each one sear him like a red hot poker.

“We should stop…” You urged, nearing the joint connecting his neck to his shoulder.

With B.E.D.F.A.S.T. involved, he used his newfound control to buck up into you as a translation of his desire.

You gave a weakened cry as it stirred you towards pleasure.

He was being oddly frustrating, but only towards himself.

Frowning that into the start of his clavicle, you kissed along it with presses that you hoped showed your irritation.

Instead, his wraps appeared a looming dark wall in your periphery as his head lolled the other way until it was flat with his shoulder.

Curious at the move, you lifted up as you realized you were also no longer being led. Having been given a moment, you examined the whole of him to find he was presenting his shoulder to you in a full display. Confused, you looked at him, but his face was tucked away as if ready for something. Not sure what that was, you studied his skin for any sort of clue. The only thing you could come up with was this was the shoulder you had once tried repeatedly to mark. The opposite one to your mating mark, it almost seemed like he wanted you to try again.

Knowing that biting was a step further than touch had you waffling. The latter was clearly off the table and you parted your lips to express that. A sound emerged there that was not your own. Gaze flying to your partner, you found Donnie was belting a strangled noise of desperation. Staring him down, you waited until it subsided and he brought his head up a little. Unable to look you in the eye, his eyes narrowed with pain until it was too much and he screwed them shut. Watching the build up, you saw his chest expand with a deep breath before he gave that honed chirp you hadn’t heard since his heat.

I was unmistakable.

It shot straight through your brainstem.

The rare jewel of sounds, your teeth sank into his skin before you realized what was happening. He gave it again and you bit down harder. As if calling out to some primal part of you, he made it again and again as you tore into his flesh. Nearly maddened, blood tinged your tongue with a near repulsive heat as your jaw nearly locked down with the force. He was still giving that sound and you felt distant from your body as your teeth clanged against chorded sinew. With a grind you ripped into it and he broke his mantra in favor of a yowl.

Body unknowingly tense, your fingers hooked the upper lip of his plastron and yanked him to you. It plunged his cock deeper as you bit over and over until your jaw locked. A growl emerged from somewhere untapped and your digits dipped until your nails cut little half moons into the point where his skin melded against his shell. If he was still chirping, you could no longer tell. All you could hear was the rush of your blood which felt very much like the one gushing under your lips. Hot fury as opposed to cold machinery, you felt a tridactyl hand catch your hips and force you straight down his cock through B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s hold. Encompassing his knot, it ripped your mouth off of him at almost the exact moment he came.

You gave a meek cry in comparison to the thick seed painting your insides.

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. released and everything moved. Your body slotted against Donnie’s in a race for the ground. Fall cushioned, his lips smothered yours and his tongue lapped at blood soak. Whimpering against the barrage, he swept up the evidence before he moved for a slower reprieve. Legs bobbing, you encircled him to show your appreciation and he gave one last honed chirp right down your throat. As something that already pierced your very being, this one branded your innard and locked your legs in a way that slid your heels slipped past his back. A motion found your skin there where his tail whacked against your foot in a rhythmic beat that gave you the strength to kiss him back with new fervor.

Lost to the makeout, you broke only for an orgasm to unexpectedly tear through you. The second of the night, you cried beneath him, tears streaking your face which he kissed away. Going slack felt like falling straight off the Earth and into the ether. Encased in pleasant nothingness, you faintly registered him pulling out because piping hot seed ran down your ass. It meant you were still on your back until you were picked up. Skin rolled around you like a jade sea and then your knees hit what had to be a towel. The fibers rough against what had to be your dried out body, the tap rushed water with a speed that said it was the tub.

You shook your head and you heard a withered laugh. “Quick wash up.”

You groaned and leaned forward where you figured porcelain was. You found the cold surface of the tub and absorbed its power until you had garnered enough to open your eyes. Donnie looked as wrecked as you as he tested the water.

Finding it agreeable, he turned an expectant gaze to you.

“I got it…” You grumbled, catching the lip of the tub on the second try.

He hovered close as you hoisted yourself in. Thinking if you sat, you’d never get back up, you instead kneeled and water lapped at your knees. You frothed a passed loofah with soap and scrubbed over your body with far too many suds. Donnie used a cup to help rinse you off before you finally pushed to fully stand on your feet. Wobbly, a towel came around you and you welcomed it.

Unable to hold you, Donnie directed you to the toilet seat. Winding up the fabric to sit there, you faintly caught his touch aversion was still in effect. That meant every moment from when he’d topped you until setting you down in here must have been torturous for him. Feeling bad for the latter half as the first was his choice, you let relief of rest settle in. The linen, though unchanged, felt plush now and you watched him plug the drain. The water filled the tub and he dropped himself into it with minor wincing. It was with his arms flexing as he adjusted his too big body for the too small tub that you caught sight of his shoulder.

Your work tented your spine.

What could only be described as sloppy, you seemed to have never bit the same spot twice. Instead, there were different layers and angles of crescents, all of which sat angry and red against his green skin. The many blood moons forewarned the worst before they dipped out of sight as he submerged his upper body in a move that threw his legs straight out of the tub. Red streaks oozed from the bites and you were forced to turn away with a meter of shame.

When Donnie didn’t surface and instead chose to soak, you eventually managed to get up and out of the bathroom. Hydrating and grabbing a snack, you returned, rejuvenated, to find him dozing. He’d since angled his body sideways for some modicum of comfort, but he looked a bit silly as only bulky legs and his head breached the surface of the bath. He’d kicked off his prosthetic at some point which meant his gams equated to one foot and a stump.

Towel tucked under your armpits, you stared the appendage down before something occurred to you. It meant having to leave, but intrigue got you out and scrounging until you found what you were looking for in the back of your nightstand. Returning found Donnie the exact same way and you knelt down into the towel meant to catch his drippings. Now with a front row seat to his foot, you gave him one last check before setting your found objects down. Reaching out with excessive care, you hoped not to scare him as you grazed the underside of his closest toe.

Your metered brush worked as his lids sprung up before his pupils surfaced.

“This okay?” You pinched a piggy and waited.

He shrugged and you didn’t feel the same twitching you had before.

Enough of a clear, you looked over the part of him that you’d never had a chance to examine. With two toes at the front and a jutting heel, his foot was massive. It made sense with his height and you almost mourned the lost one for what it must have done to his balance.

In a little shift, he angled his body so the back of his knee would catch the tub and pour his far leg over it. It meant his foot dropped to a more manageable level. Sending him a thankful smile, you sat back and leaned against the tub. Tracing his heel, you mapped that no matter the overall shape, it had the same structure as yours. Moving to palm the ball of it, you let your thumb cascade overtop where you found the skin softer also like on your own. Pushed by cleanliness, you pressed a kiss there to seal the texture to your favorite memory banks.

It was something almost plush and you wondered if it had less scaling as you relieved yourself for your intended task. Throwing a look over your shoulder found only a sliver of Donnie watching and you held up a bottle of purple nail polish for him to see.

His brows moved with faint curiosity and you lifted his foot a little to show where you wanted it to go. “Wipe it off if I can’t take the sensation?”

“Course.” You turned and pulled off a few squares of toilet paper from where you could just reach. “You’ll feel it coat the nail though, heads up.”

“Understood.” He mumbled, eyes closing against his will.

Pulling his foot into a better position, you kicked a leg up to set it on your knee. Shaking the bottle, you then readied yourself to paint. Lid free and taking a few stabs at getting enough on the brush, you took your time in calculating a proper swipe. Brushing from cuticle out, you did a clean sweep and mentally patted yourself on the back. Donnie flexed his toes curiously and you patted that soft skin to translate you needed to do more and quickly. He held still as you swiped out the first layer with only minor leakage.

He seemed alright up until you ran a nail along his bed to catch the excess. He jolted there with a slosh of water and scolded you for the feeling. Urging him that it was alright, you got caught in a minor stand-off. Too tired to keep it up, it broke for him to ask you not to do that again. You told him that might not be possible and he compromised that he needed a warning to steel himself. Moving onto the other toe, calm filtered in as he soaked and you painted. With quiet breaks, you took to massaging his arch in between coats. You found he was nothing but knotted tension and though the rub was against his current proclivities, the soothing work on those long forgotten muscles turned him into further goo. With four total coats to get solid coverage against his darkened skin and a massage to go with each minor drying, his foot was completely limp by the end. Capping the bottle, he lifted his leg to examine the work and surely caught the holographic sheen by the way he rotated his ankle.

“Good?” You asked, sleepy and cheek to porcelain. “Good.” He repeated with a sharp satisfaction.

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