#all that pheromones tsk tsk

[mstrota]

this is the moment when gale thought they should start barebacking and getting bucky to put babies in him

[megtrns]

like a moth to a flame ( i’ll pull you in ) whirl / afab!reader. (nsfw !) (mdni !) words : 1.2k tw : rough interfacing, angst, whirl ( inspired by this song, but not relevant to the plot)

whirl and you are berth-partners with no strings attached, all is well until one of you grows uncertain about the arrangement ( hint : it’s not you).

whirl never liked humans enough to befriend one, let alone frag one. the thought of interfacing with you — a walking, talking meatbag who would most definitely go squish under his pedes if he didn’t pay attention — was absurd. the ex-wrecker thought the idea was a morbid waste of time. until he has you sitting atop his spike: soft, organic valve so tight and warm, pushing him to another round of overload. whirl hates being wrong, but not as much as he loves the sight of your head thrown back, smooth thighs made of sinew, deliciously inching down his pelvis to take him whole.

immediately after, whirl had proposed an agreement: berth-partners, no strings attached. hard, fast, and casual, he doesn't have to deal with the small talk, and you don't have to be on the receiving end of his colourful personality. you were initially appalled that he'd even suggest that, more insulted by his audacity than the proposal itself. but you were lightyears away from earth, aboard a ship full of aliens, on a voyage that could take years before completion. whirl was the closest thing you'd get to sex, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't starved (plus, when else will you find someone that will actually make you come?)

so you had agreed with the added conditions that: one, this stays a secret; two, no kissing — whirl had scoffed at that, joking about how it was perfect considering that he didn't have a mouth; and three, you wouldn't become friends.

" to clarify, whirl, you and i aren't friends," you told him," i wouldn't do... this with someone i cared about."

if he was listening, whirl would've wondered why a friend would ever be hurt by the invitation to become frag-buddies. but maybe that's why he didn't have a lot of friends, happy to trade them for a chance to worm his way into your bed.

then, it became a routine of sorts. some nights, you'd walk into your room to find that he's already there — mass displaced and waiting in the dark — claws impatient and rough as they work to bend you over a nearby table. other times, when he's feeling more civilized, he'd knock on your door to be let in. but even then, it was rare for both of you to even make it to the bed (you were starting to suspect he had a thing for pinning you against the wall). sometimes, when the mech is feeling particularly riled up, burning with excess energy from a fight, he'd steal you away from a crowd to shove you against a secluded corner — ignoring your protests over how indiscreet he's being, spike already pressurized and ready for you to put it inside your wet, pliant mouth.

he knew he shouldn't get used to this, but whirl has yet to find anything that gets his gears going like the sight of you coming undone beneath him — hair fanned out and eyes screwed shut. but maybe this was starting to get out of hand, because he had even chosen to sit out at a chance to fight a ship full of 'cons to crawl between your legs.

slag, he was starting to wonder if humans were addictive by nature: pheromones and all that crap.

swerve told him that he's rather 'possessive' of their liaison, claiming that all he does these days is get into fights with bots trying to talk to you. the blue mech told swerve he was being stupid, not realizing that he had said it whilst staring at you from across the room; the sight of you smiling up at their co-captain enough to make him to leave.

tsk, possessive is just ridiculous, whirl thinks, glaring a hole at the back of megatron's helm. ridiculous.

that night, as you slowly came down from your high — legs trembling as you straddled whirl— the claw that gripped the right side of your waist began to ascend, creeping up the side of your chest before crudely flicking the crown of your head.

" keep your optics open, fleshy. you're not sleeping here."

somewhere along the way, your arms gave up, causing your body to drape itself over his, face buried against the side of his neck cables — the sound of your shallow breathing blending with the faint thrum of his cooling fans.

with a scoff, you placed your cheek atop his autobot insignia. the silence between you oddly intimate — the watchmaker cringed at the thought, unsure of where to put the newfound feeling of discomfort.

before he could get a clever word in, you had pushed yourself off whirl. an excited smile across your face, " it's fine. i have to get ready anyway."

that caught his attention. whirl narrowed his optic, " why?"

" megatron's inviting me over to talk about the book i recommended to him last week. he said it was the best piece of human literature he's read so far."

" so far? how long has this been going on?"

zipping up your pants, you threw him a look over your shoulder and shrugged, " a while."

and just like that, the image of you inside megatron ‘s habsuite sparked an anger in him that needed to come out — that needed to be bled and wrung. something inside his chassis clicked, literally, followed by the sound of his cooling fans whirring back to life. whirl had a claw around your wrist before you could even pull your shirt on, manhandling you against the wall in one fluid movement

" this isn't funny whirl," you laughed nervously, wriggling under his weight," i'll be late."

he pushed himself closer, caging you against the metal surface.

“your stupid date can wait."

you scrunched your eyebrows together," megatron and i are just friends."

"to clarify, whirl, you and i aren't friends."

he could tell you were confused; pulse speeding up under his grip. whirl couldn’t understand it either, choosing to ignore the adrenaline prickling along the surface of his armor; gaze zeroed in on outline of your mouth. and suddenly, the image of you kissing megatron invaded his processors, horrible and unwanted.

brashly, whirl lifted you by the waist to grind your crotch against his panels, the movement causing you to yelp. 

"i wouldn't do... this with someone i cared about."

later, when he's pistoning in and out of you, pace sloppy and demanding, whirl tries his best not to think about kissing and not having a mouth. he tries not to think about you smiling and the type of conversations you’d be having with megatron. he tries not to think about the ache in his chassis and the tremble in his wires, opting to focus on the helpless, liquid noise you make everytime he pulls you close.

holding you like this, by the hips to frag you deep, was probably the closet thing to a hug whirl could offer you — and he hates to imagine megatron cradling your face, all five servos melting perfectly around the curve of your cheek.

so he sets a new, angry rythm; hoping that you won't notice the claw resting against the side of your face; metal trying to memorise the supple curve of your lips.

[brokenmutations]

Winter Activities - Christmas Tree

Logan Howlett • She/Her Pronouns • Mutant!Reader [Speak to Animals/Mind Reader for Animals] • Getting a Christmas tree with Scrooge aka Logan • SFW

A/N: Gonna do a few of these as a Christmas gift to yall. Short n sweet

“Where are you going with that?” Logan questions Y/N as she walks through the mansion with an axe. “Are you reenacting The Shinning?”

“No, I have been tasked to get the tree this year” Y/N smiles proudly, which faltered when Logan gave her a confused expression. “What? Think I can’t handle it?”

“Nah I’m not saying that at all…Just how are you going to get the tree back?”

“I think you forget who I’m friends with” Y/N laughs with a smile making her way to the garage with Logan still following. “If you want to come, you can”

“Don’t want the damn thing falling on you after you cut it”

“Such little faith in me, Howlett” Y/N tsks, setting the axe in the bed of the truck before climbing into the drivers seat.

The drive was quiet, except for Logan occasionally messing with the radio and Y/N humming along to whatever he played. The man desperately tried to skip as many Christmas songs as he could.

“Okay, Scrooge. Just one song” Y/N smacks his hand away from messing with the radio and switching the channel that was playing Last Christmas by Wham!

As the song continued, a smile grew on Y/N’s face hearing Logan hum along to it while watching the scenery go by.

Eventually they reached a spot where it was allowed to cut down the trees. Y/N walked through the forest, axe in hand and Logan following behind her tensing when he heard strange noises in the woods.

“Let’s hurry it up”

“Are you serious?” Y/N scoffs. “Can’t rush the process”

“That ain’t it. There’s something around here stalking us” Logan frowns, his claws extending and before he could even react on the anxiety, he felt Y/N’s hand on his shoulder. Making him tense but also relax when suddenly a bear came through the tree line.

The man with claws has an attitude The bear growls out toward Y/N who only laughed at its words.

“He means well, Blue. You just scared him” Y/N smiles handing off the axe to Logan so she could approach the bear giving it head scratches which in return the bear gave satisfied grumble.

“Forgot you’re practically a Disney princess” Logan leaned the axe against his shoulder watching Y/N continue to pet the bear as she gave him a side eye glance with a smile. “Alright. You going to find a tree or what?”

That question only brought a smile to her features, something he always takes to memory when he sees. He watches the bear turn away from them both and start heading into a certain direction that had Y/N following. Of course the bear knows a good tree.

After finding said tree finally, Y/N was going to cut it down when Logan decided to take care of it. She watches him carefully with a smile while leaning against the bear.

Is this the grumpy one?

“Yeah”

The grumpy one you fancy? The bear roars out at Y/N as she nods with a smile. Is he stupid?

“No! Why would you say that?” Y/N scoffs playfully, earning an annoyed look from the bear.

It’s either he or you, that is the idiot The bear grunts as it scratches the back of its ear with its back foot. He is oblivious to your pheromones. But he is also very obvious with his own…toward you the bear growls loud which caught Logan’s attention instantly.

“The hell the bear saying?”

Y/N didn’t know whether to believe the bear of not but with the thoughts racing in the bear’s mind. She knew it was telling the truth.

“That we owe it a fish for helping us get this great tree”

There was a weird awkwardness that grew after the bear straight up told Y/N what it was thinking and granted she can read animals’ thoughts. Kinda wish she could read Logan’s to see if it’s true on his end. But she’ll manage somewhat…

Returning to the mansion with the tree was met with a lot of joy from everyone who was waiting for the day the tree came. To decorate and smell the fresh pine in the mansion for weeks. As Ororo and Scott handled getting the boxes of decorations while Jean helped the smaller students hang stuff on the tree once the lights were on, Y/N sat on the small stairs to the entrance watching it all unfold with a smile.

From by the tree Rogue watches Logan slowly approach Y/N which prompted her to whisper something to Gambit as he quickly grabbed Kurt. All this unknown to the two.

“You picked a good one” Logan comments leaning against the pillar as Y/N looks up with a smile.

“The bear did”

“Right” He huffs, a hint of a smile gracing his lips as he shifts to sit down beside her. “Still. You picked a good one”

Y/N gave him a soft smile while turning her attention back to the tree with a thought slowly popping up in her mind.

“Logan…?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Why did you wanna come with me? The woods aren’t that scary to me and I would’ve been safe…”

Logan didn’t answer right away as he had to think carefully of his next words, but then Y/N gently rested her hand on his thigh which made all the anxious answers disappear in his head. The look she gave him felt one of longing and genuine curiosity that he didn’t hesitate anymore.

“I like spending as much time with you as I can” Logan whispers for only them to hear and before Y/N could say something to that, they both heard their Cajun friend clear his throat.

As both turned to Gambit, noticing a few more of their friends surrounding him. He points up to the ceiling with a satisfied smirk, making them both look up to Kurt hanging from the rafters but more importantly the mistletoe hanging off the tip of tail right above the two.

Few expecting some protest from at least Logan, they were all surprised when the Wolverine gently took a hold of Y/N’s chin directing her to look at him before pressing his lips softly against hers.

Once they parted the small crowd parted and even one yelled out a “finally” before returning to decorating the tree. Y/N lingered close to Logan for a bit, as she then rested her head on his shoulder as they continued to watch the lives in the mansion continue to decorate.

“I like you too”

Logan looks at her for a second before smiling amused to himself. He gently kisses the top of her before joining her in watching their people enjoy decorating for the holiday.

This year being more enjoyable already

[hanasnx]

Kinktober: House of Amateurs - S1E15

MINORS DNI 18+

SUMMARY: october 15th | sunday kinks: period kink WC: 0.6k | CHARACTERS: anakin skywalker x f!reader WARNINGS: f!reader | dom!anakin | pnp | coitus | cunnilingus | kinks: period, size, myophilia | blood play | impact play: spanking | mentioned: cunt, tampon | doggy style | unprotected sex | blood consumption | no y/n

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“Don’t be like that.” Anakin scolds, “Ass up.” His large palm sharply smacks onto your backside to perk you up. You yelp, prompt to obey him, arching your back to push your ass into his direction. The motion spreads you, and his eyes feast on your glisten mixed with the speckles of ruby-red. “Your poor cunt,” he tsks, calloused hands swiping onto your folds. It’s too rough for your sensitivity, jolting forward, in which he yanks you back with his hand clamped onto your hip. A chastising squeeze teaches you he didn’t care for your reaction. Since he expressed his interest in fucking you through your period pain, you’d thrown every practical protest at him. Fortunately, they’ve glanced one by one off his toned chest. Unimportant details like your concern for how it smells, and how you should wipe it down beforehand, went completely disregarded. Before he’d manhandled you into position, he’d taken your tampon out with his fucking teeth.

“Be gentle,” you tell him, but it’s more of a plea than a demand. Your cheek against the mattress as you crane your neck to catch a glimpse of him in your peripheral.

“You don’t trust me, angel?” he replies, amused at your apprehension. “Do I not take good care of you?” His eyes won’t tear themselves away from your displayed entrance, saturated and swollen from your menstrual cycle taking its toll.

“I’m hurting,” you squeak, your knuckles against your lips, muffling you.

He hears you anyway, and graces you with feather-light strokes to your folds. “I know, pretty girl, I know.” he coos. “I’ll make it better.” As he speaks, his breath fans over your skin as he closes in. The tip of his tongue grazes you, and when he nears to flatten it against you, his nose brushes your perineum. He laps at you, consuming your mix of fluids and you sit still the best you can, even if the idea of him eating you out while you’re bleeding makes you want to squirm. The fact he clearly doesn’t care eases you, gradually giving yourself to him more and more. You rock back on his face as he dips further into you, his tongue dipping into your raw entrance. A careful thumb seeks out your clit around his chin, soothing it in circles as you begin to keen into the cushion. “You like getting messy?” By the sound of his murmurs against you, he wants to keep you talking, so you nod and confirm, burying your face in your hands after. “I can’t get over the smell of you,” he muses, those pillowy lips working wonders against your sore tissue.

Your pleasure heightens when he plunges into you after he’s taken proper time to loosen you. Even half of his formidable shaft is too painful, yet it’s glorious to be filled at all. That ache in the base of your stomach massaged by the bulbous tip of his cock, acting as a roller for period cramps you can’t reach with a heating pad.

Anakin’s gaze remains on how he sinks in and out of your abused pussy, the way it swallows him up so greedily, and each time he gifts it with a little more. His body weight presses you into the mattress, and you whine incoherently as he fucks into you. Clots stamp his skin, and it spurs him on. Clapping onto your ass cheeks, he uses them as handles as he introduces you to his full length, and you claw into the fabrics for purchase.

“Ani!” you cry out, startled.

“Can’t help it, angel, it’s the pheromones.” he reasons, and bites down onto his lower lip. Your initial shock melts quickly, however, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as he massages you from the inside.

[yanderefarm]

Mmmmm i like to imagine Nephite's meat would be so tasty 😋, like Cannibal reader would keep his meat all to himself, making sure to prepare it perfectly so none of it goes to waste, of course reader would share these delicious meals with his lovely little omega, feeding him every little bite.......while their cock is in him of course >:3

cw;; cannibalism, gore, amputation, dead dove, nsft

he would taste so good.. all that fear and pheromones. he's delicious.

imagine gently wiping his mouth because he made a mess while you bounce him in your lap. shushing him while you tsk that he knows better than to waste food. he has to say thank you after every bite even though he's flinching and choking it down.

you save the thick delicious meat of his legs for your anniversaries so you can both remember your love and your promise to each other.

at some point nephite actually kinda looks forward to those special meals together because you always treat him so good afterwards. you thank him for the meal by ravaging and adoring his small body all night.

[singguks]

city of hearts, ep. 1 ❤️‍🩹 taehyung

synopsis. having experienced a fateful romance by the beach, taehyung sets out on a quest through seoul's bustling streets to locate the woman who has stolen his heart.

pairing. taehyung x oc

genre. social media auㆍgamedesigner!tae ( angst. fluff. smut. )

word count. 5623

warnings. adulthood romance things cof cof implicit

a/n. i couldn't possibly start another au, but she said the word and so i did. happy birthday to my bestie, whom i'd love to see more often even though we talk every day ☆ thank you for being my person through and through ! this is my love letter to you, miss bubbles ♡

episodes. 01 ▸ 02 ▸ 03

▸ E1: True or False?

One day we got curious as to how men and women date in this city. To satisfy our curiosity, we discussed the beginning of a new project, that required us to follow the lives of several men and women in Seoul.

For it to be real, we won’t intervene in their lives. Only when we think it’s necessary, we will share their answers with others, or maybe edit them to make this entertaining—all the while keeping their original words. 

It’s worth telling that fifty individuals around Seoul were chosen for this project. Still, they will all be participating with nicknames to protect their privacy—as we usually do when it comes to the internet. They all had to promise to treat their phones as their friends, as well as the app we developed where we will be posting questions, and telling only the truth. 

But some answers and behaviors made us wonder if they indeed were telling us like it really is.

[ note that some of their answers will be through text, others, like this one, will be taken as voice notes. all voices undergo a modification due to privacy issues. ]

ılı.lıl taehyung: I’m the cool type… and uhm, gentle. Definitely not clingy. I’m cool. 

ılı.lıl deo: I keep true to myself when I date… and when I break up too. 

ılı.lıl kie: I’d say I fall in and out of love pretty fast. What can I say? I’m passionate. *chuckles* And if I have to break up, I just do it. I won’t dwell much. 

ılı.lıl yoongi: What’s even the point of getting laid? *tsk* It’s a hassle… 

ılı.lıl jin: I’m not one to play games. I don’t like that. I think overall I’m a pretty good guy. 

ılı.lıl harin: Before my current boyfriend, well, I think I dated around uhm… Four men? No, three…? Wait. Let me retake this just once! *laughs* 

So, whether the participants are telling the truth… well, we will let you be the judge of that. 

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boreo 🤔

bluengrey For me, it’s women I can have fun with.

boreo men that I can talk to?

⤷ callmerinie huh? talking isn’t everything

tangerimin A physical connection, people. 

supertuna Are you asking what I think you’re asking?

notmekeys why are you all acting so innocent? kkk

boreo oh- 

tangerimin Why can’t you all say it? It’s just whatever. Just say it. You know, like bang!

⤷ boreo i got it now. 

callmerinie 🤭

callmerinie and cut~!

boreo so if it’s about intimacy..

⤷ notmekeys i think i know just by the smell. you know, it’s all about pheromones

supertuna Doesn’t it depend on the man? At least I think so. 

⤷ callmerinie wow! really? you’re giving yourself too much credit. 😒

bluengrey Uhm.. Usually I take the lead if it’s about that. 

⤷ boreo uh-huh. do you really? 

⤷ bluengrey Ok. Fine. There was this one time that I followed the girl’s lead. 

⤷ bluengrey One time, okay? 

⤷ boreo doubt it

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bluengrey Dating? I don’t think so

⤷ supertuna No. I think it is. 

boreo dating really changed my point of view about that

tangerimin If you guys are putting it that way, I’ve dated many women. I loved it every time. 

⤷ callmerinie aww… and what the girls had to say about this?

⤷ notmekeys about men? well, you know. they are all the same: trash. 

⤷ boreo not all… i mean. there’s someone i know that wasn’t 

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boreo yes. there is someone i can’t forget. 

bluengrey I do. 

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[ note that this request was sent privately to users bluengrey and boreo and we edited the sequence of their answers according to our own motives and the following questioning. ]

ılı.lıl deo: It happened one year ago…

ılı.lıl taehyung: She was the only one I could see. Like I was just gravitating in her orbit… Like we were in a world of our own. I felt complete. 

ılı.lıl deo: I felt this spark every time I would catch him staring at me and then I simply couldn’t look away.

ılı.lıl taehyung: Back then I thought “Wah, this is what love feels like” *chuckles sadly*

ılı.lıl deo: I’ll always remember him. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: If that is really the case… I don’t think someone ends a relationship if they feel that way. 

ılı.lıl deo: It was my fault. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: You know, it was my fault… 

ılı.lıl taehyung: No… It’s true, she messed it up. 

ılı.lıl deo: I won’t make excuses.

ılı.lıl taehyung: I mean… Of all the people… Why me? Why did it have to be me?

ılı.lıl deo: Simply put, we met at a time when I needed someone like him. Thanks to him, I became who I am now... 

ılı.lıl taehyung: I wish I had never met her. *sighs* I was such a fool now that I think back. 

ılı.lıl deo: *smiles* Being around him.. his love was kind of magical...

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august 10th, 2022 

Summer is at its peak and Taehyung has just arrived at Jeju airport. It has been a while since he last had some time to himself due to work, so to say he couldn’t wait for this much-deserving vacation is an understatement. 

He organized everything at the company before he took off for this get-away, from the ongoing projects ideas he had recently pitched in, to the files the design team would need the next fifteen days he was away. And if you know Taehyung, you also know being organized was never his forte. 

The game designer waits absentmindedly with his luggage by his foot, as he takes his beloved camera out of its case to finally point at the structure behind him. This airport isn’t the biggest one he had ever set foot on, he observes, but it is cozy enough and bustling with people everywhere to the point his fingers itch for the metal click of the equipment for a piece of nostalgia he held dear to his heart. 

Just around the corner, Deo hit the brakes of the jeep as she waits for a group of tourists to cross to the other sidewalk while talking to her boss on the phone. 

“It would’ve been much easier if you had just asked him for a selfie or something, Yumi–” 

She hears her boss laugh through the speakers as she looks out of the window. The place is packed to the point she can barely see the pick-up line where the Ubers and Taxis usually park, and a wave of worriedness falls upon her. “Let’s go through with his description once again.” 

“Ok, remember… He’s tall, and the last time he came he had blonde hair but that might not be the case anymore… Mmm, he has a nice shoulder line– Just trust me, his face will be hard to miss. He’s really handsome!” 

The confession has Deo opening a smile. She met Yumi just a couple of weeks back when she arrived in Jeju herself, but the connection was instant. 

For the first three days, she stayed at Yumi’s shack—the colorful hostel by the beach owned by Yumi herself and her long-time fiancé, Namjoon. But then going home became some distant reality she wasn’t ready to face, so kindly she was offered a position at the beach stay. And now, here she is, doing her first task out of the premises and the vigilante eyes of her playful bosses. 

Although she loved the couple who hired her, even if it had been just a mere seventeen days, and she considered them as family, nothing made Deo as uncomfortable as not knowing what she was dealing with. Driving to the airport clueless as to whom she should be picking up wasn’t her cup of tea and the uneasiness she felt was visible as she sighed longly while turning off the call. 

The stop sign goes green again, and with a bold strike of encouragement, she straightens her back, holds the steering wheel with conviction, and begins a cheerful pep talk to herself. 

“You can do this.” She mumbles, hawkeyes scanning the people as her car slowly passes by. “How hard can it be… He’s tall and–” 

The words quickly lose their sound in her mouth. Standing ten feet ahead, a man attracts glances from everyone passing by as he checks the visor in his camera absentmindedly. 

Mentally, Deo starts crossing every characteristic being given by Yumi as she keeps looking at him through the safety of the Jeep’s tainted window. The only thing that doesn’t match is that this handsome man isn’t blonde but a brunette. His chocolate locks look ridiculously soft blowing in the light breeze. 

Inhaling resolved, she parks right next to him, rolling her window down.  

“Hi there! Would you perhaps be the Kim Taehyung from Seoul I’m looking for?” 

Upon hearing his name, Taehyung looks up at her. The girl doesn’t wait for his answer, she jumps out of the vehicle that he can notice is much bigger than herself. “You must be here to pick me up… Right?” 

Deo smiles at him confirming with a nod before opening the big trunk of the Jeep. Instead of introducing herself right away as expected, Taehyung watches as she reaches for his luggage, her knitted eyebrows denouncing how heavy it must be. 

“I– I can do that–” He tries, but she swiftly evades his reach. 

“It’s no problem! Really.”

He watches a bit flustered as she tries to dismiss her effort with a laid-back energy as if it was something she did all the time—to arrange heavy stuff in trunks and whatever not. 

Picking both his duffel bags to help while she is still pushing his suitcase inside the trunk, he is able to take two steps before she takes notice and grabs them from his hands. “Leave that to me! You can wait inside, really. Go ahead!” Deo waves her hand and he starts to walk toward the passenger seat uncertain of how to behave, but decides to take her lead for the time being. 

“Seatbealt!” She says as soon as she occupies the driver's seat and he is quick to follow the instruction. 

“So… Where is Namjoon?” 

Deo reaches for the rearview mirror, casually checking something in her eye before adjusting it back to its position. “Oh, he had to give today’s surf lessons and Yumi was kind of busy with tonight’s gathering so… But you’ll see him soon enough!”

“Ah, I see” 

“He’ll be waiting for us by the beach, don’t worry.” And the bubbly smile she gives him before starting the car and driving them away is enough to shut down his inquiry and haze him in his thoughts. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: What kind of women I’m compatible with? *smiles* Looking back… I’m drawn to the ones that are strange to me at first *chuckles* I think they’re a good pair for me. 

Driving down the lush tapestry of Jeju island, Deo takes the wheel as the jeep’s interior is illuminated by the soft glow of the sun. Melodic notes intertwine with the afternoon’s warm atmosphere as music envelops them. Deo’s fingers tap the steering wheel, and her voice, a gentle hum, dances in harmony with the rhythm. Taehyung, sitting beside her, steals occasional glances, captivated by her carefree demeanor. The playful sway of her copper strands in the wind and the joy evident on her face, as the waves crash on the coast, make the moment feel like a private dance between them.

ılı.lıl taehyung: Have you ever met someone and felt like they were this huge… Question mark? 

ılı.lıl taehyung: Like– “What is she like? She looks fun” *chuckles reminiscent* And you can’t stop having these questions and curiosities… You just want to know more and more. 

As if sensing the perfect moment, a familiar melody begins to play through the car’s speakers. Deo’s eyes lit up with recognition, a grin forming on her lips. Officially Missing You by Tamia had been remade by Basstracks as a summer tune, and it had quickly become one of her favorites at the moment; a song that resonated with the essence of Jeju and its travelers. 

With an impulsive burst of excitement, Deo cranks up the volume, allowing the music to envelop the jeep. The infectious beat cascades around them, harmonizing with the engine's rhythm roaring wildly in the wind. Her hands tap the steering wheel more enthusiastically than before, her foot keeping time with the pedals as the melody ignites her senses. 

And then, as if the music had started a fire within her, she begins to sing. Her voice, rich and passionate, hits Taehyung’s ears in a wonderful and alluring way. Every note she sings seems to carry the energy of the sun-drenched afternoon, a celebration of life and the freedom of the open road. 

Taehyung was initially taken aback by the sudden fervor. He watches in silent amazement as she transforms from a steady driver into a vivacious performer. Her eyes sparkle with delight, and her voice carries an unadulterated joy that is impossible to ignore. 

For a moment, he is rendered speechless, caught in the captivating spell of her uninhibited enthusiasm even though he knows the lyrics by heart himself. But as the chorus approaches, Deo’s voice soars higher, and turning to him with an unmistakable twinkle in her eye, she opens the windows further, allowing the world outside to merge with the music. 

“You know this song–?” As she asks and the chorus reaches its crescendo, she extends her arm toward him, pretending her hand is a microphone. The invitation hangs between them, and he hesitates for a moment. “C’mon! Sing with me–” Shyness lingered, but her spirited performance is too magnetic to resist. 

Taking a deep breath, he leans closer to the imaginary tool and timidly joins in, his voice intertwining with hers. Taehyung sings softly, still caught in the spell of her contagious energy. His eyes remain fixed on her while she loses herself to the music.

At that moment, as Deo sings with all her heart, his own swells with a profound fondness for the stranger sitting by his side. He realizes that this is a glimpse into her unfiltered soul—one that seems to revel in the simple joys of life, that seems to embrace every moment with unbridled passion. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: That’s how I fell for her… You see, I’m attracted to intense women. 

⤷ tangerimin It is fun to follow their lead kekeke so… Same here. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: There is a lot more to it– Like being bubbly… Oh, and she was also pretty feisty! Yeah, *smiles* that’s what she was like. She had just the right amount of feistiness.

When the music fades out and is replaced by the radio host’s voice instead, Deo turns down the volume still in a cheerful spirit. She takes a peak at the passenger seat only to notice Taehyung’s eyes are already on her. Visibly disconcerted, he gives her a small smile before looking over at his window instead, and she takes the opportunity to know more about him. 

“You will like it there,” she starts bubbly and he returns his gaze to her side profile. It is endearing how close to the steering wheel her seat is to compensate for her small stature.  

“I think so too… The last time I came it was such a healing experience– And well, I’ve been wanting to rent a trailer ever since I was younger.” 

“Oh, you’ll love it then!” He watches how her eyes part from the road ahead and instead fall on his side of the car, momentarily pointing with her index finger still on the wheel to the beach extension that passes by them. “It must be lovely to drive along the coasts… Picking these beautiful spots to just– Chill. I have a list of them if you want!” 

Taehyung leans his head on the window, a nostalgic wave hits his lips as the lines of it curve upward and he watches the sea crashing at the shore. It’s like a vivid picture of his childhood right in front of him. 

“That would be great if I had the license to drive the camper around… Maybe next time?” 

“You’re staying over a month and you won’t even change spots?! Now that we can’t do, hon.” 

He looks back at her startled by the casualty she treats everything. And not in a bad way; she didn’t peg him as this overbearing nosy person who didn’t have boundaries, but as someone that seemed carefree and loose. A different version of himself that he had to let go of many moons ago to fit the immense gray box that was societal norms and ordinary conviviality. 

Feeling a bit tempted to just enjoy the moment he decides then to let go of the filters. “That’s the only thing to do, hon, I don’t have the license.” He jokes, chuckling at her reaction when hearing the nickname. “What? You started it.” 

“My bad! Yumi was so invested in this whole casual speech thing ever since I started my part-time job there that now I just can’t come out of it. Something about making the guests feel at home and all that…” 

“Sounds like Yumi!” 

“But back to you. I was thinking… If there was a way to get you a license, would you want it? To live the full experience of a camper, that is…?” 

Taehyung frowns thinking as he looks to the calm waves again, but there isn’t much thinking to do. He would love the freedom of parking the vehicle throughout the whole extension of Jeju. “Sure…” He ponders. Being the type to imagine and discuss things, he was more than ready to give her all the reasons why that would be great for his next stay. “To park it whe–” 

“Great! So let’s do it!” 

It is the last thing he hears before she makes an abrupt U-turn in the middle of the calm road, and he has to flatten one hand on the window and the other on the panel of the Jeep to hold for his life. 

His heart only stops beating at an alarming speed once she hits the brakes and he is able to open the door to exit the vehicle. Still confused as to what is happening, the picture gets clear as she opens her arms excitedly in front of what he realizes to be a driving school.

“Ta-da! Your problems will be solved in exactly two days!” Deo exclaims, and Taehyung is pretty certain that his face is contorting in the most clueless way. He notices how a sudden strike of worriedness flashes on her toffee irises, however. “If you manage to pass the test of course…” 

ılı.lıl taehyung: I should have known she was crazy by then… But in all honesty… That’s what made her fun in the first place. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: And that makes me crazy too *laughs* You know, it’s those kinds of things you only realize later… Much later. Like realizing you’ve been conned only after being conned by someone *sighs*

⤷ supertuna Wow … I have just now realized how some people can be so blind 

ılı.lıl taehyung: And now whenever I see a camper trailer… I think of her.

They only get out of the driving school when he goes through with all the paperwork necessary to go and take the test the next day as Deo had insisted. She not only pushed him into a 3x4 photo machine situated on the long corridor of the building, but also cut the picture she thought to be the best, and helped him fill the application. 

Taehyung keeps replaying the whole shenanigan in his head as he takes his surfboard out of the roof of the jeep parked by his temporary home—a camper trailer by the beach. Last year, Namjoon had called him excitedly sharing the news that his girlfriend and he had bought a cozy place in Jeju and had renovated it to be a chill hostel for surfers and passersby. Of course, Taehyung stopped by to visit as soon as he was able to take some days off, but at the time, since all trailers were already rented, he stayed on the main structure. 

Not that it was bad, far from it. He enjoyed every second; from the late-night gatherings to the lounge festivities, and the amazing lunchtime Yumi was keen on making into a later-on karaoke session or game quest. There was no dull time within the colorful facilities, and it was always kept so casual that it made Taehyung feel very much at home. 

But he had the trailer experience written down on his bucket list ever since he could remember. And so this time around, he was sure to seize the opportunity and make that old promise come true. 

His thoughts wander away as he finishes sticking his board in the warm sand. Playing by the emerald shore, Deo runs laughing as she is chased by two dogs. His right hand comes to his eye line to shield it from the sun as he is incapable of moving on with his life, seeing her throw a stick only to have the bigger dog chasing it and the little one look at her unamused. It’s like he could be here all day to witness this particular scene, unconscious and unbothered by what surrounds them. 

And that is indeed what happens. 

“Hey, you, Mr. cloud9–” Namjoon calls for his attention for the second time. “You didn’t listen to a thing I said, did you?” 

“Hm?” 

“I was telling you to close the canvas of it at night because of the wind– Are you even hearing a thing?” But as he follows his friend's line of sight he knows he isn’t. Letting go of his own obligations for the time being, he stands beside Taehyung, crossing his arms and admiring his dogs running as the waves serve as background music to his ears. It’s peaceful. It’s his piece of peace on earth. 

“She shines, doesn’t she?” 

Namjoon peaks at his friend before looking ahead once more, with a fond smile finding his features. “She does… She has been our recent source of joy. Yumi and I laugh so much because of her lately.” 

“Yeah, she seems fun,” Taehyung muses with a chuckle of his own still enamored by the scene displayed in front of him. Deo falls to the soft sand in laughter and both dogs come flying toward her. 

“Poor girl… She was dumped here by some surfer. Could you believe that?” 

There is a sorrowful pause and Taehyung is suddenly snapped out of his trance, indignity brimming in his eyes as his friend shakes his head clearly saddened by the situation. 

Returning his view to the girl ahead, he adds, “What kind of jerk would do that? She seems so bubbly and… Caring–” 

“You want to take her to Seoul?” Namjoon interrupts and he almost gasps. 

“Take her?!”

“Yeah, take her. I mean, I think she would be happy with you there…” 

“You think she would like to come with me?” Taehyung’s fingers tingle with the possibility, even if he himself doubts it a little. 

“Sure! We just have to give her one last shot and she’s good to go! The vet–”

“Wait. What? What are you talking about?” 

Namjoon stares at him suddenly confused, and then back at the beach again. As Deo hops by, calling for both Monnie and Tan, his eyebrows soften in understanding. 

“Oh… It’s not Monnie, is it?” He muses playfully. “You’re talking about Yewon… I see,” 

“Yewon…” Taehyung mumbles her name to himself. “So her name is Yewon, huh…”

But the impish nudges he receives on his side snap him out of his thoughts and let him know that Namjoon won’t be letting go of this confession so soon. 

In the cozy beachside hostel, the evening breeze whispers through open windows, carrying with it the laughter of tenants. With a lighthearted step, Deo finds herself in the pantry where Namjoon is absorbed in a way to easy recipe for lounge snacks. Fishing his phone out of her jeans, a small smile plays on her lips as she extends the device toward him. 

“Here you go, boss,” she remarks, her voice playful as she not only returns his phone but also substitutes the sugar jar in his hand with the salt and pepper. 

Namjoon glances up, chuckling at his clumsiness. “We were almost in trouble there. You’re a lifesaver.” 

As he takes the phone from the table filled with condiments, he can’t help but tease, “You should probably get one of your own, don’t you think?” 

“Eh. It’s just a hassle really… I only use it to talk to our guests.” 

Leaving him to his impromptu cooking, she strolls out to the porch, where the new visitors are gathering. The atmosphere is lively, with conversations and newfound curiosity filling the air. Deo effortlessly mingles, chatting with familiar faces and welcoming newcomers that pass by the beach. 

Among the crowd, she notices Taehyung engrossed in a ping pong game, as she takes some beers to a group playing Jenga. His infectious laughter captivates everyone around him and she can’t help but smile at the view. Her gaze lingers, catching his eye for a fleeting second. 

She points with her head to the group around him, wearing a playful smile on her lips, and lifting her thumb up to measure how he is doing tonight she waits for his response. Immediately he raises his own finger positively, his smile opening wider at her caring gesture to check on him. 

Suddenly, the lights flicker and go out, causing momentary confusion and their brief interaction to cease. Murmurs and laughter rise as the guests fumble in the dark. Deo is the only one chuckling expectant as she knows what is to come. 

Then, not ten seconds later, Yumi’s voice pierce the darkness through a megaphone. “Ladies and gents, it’s game time!” 

The announcement is met with cheers and applause, and the porch transforms into a playground of excitement. Deo herself feels the rush of anticipation buzz down to the tip of her fingers as the group prepares for a surprise game under the stars, even though she replays the script made by her and Yumi earlier on in her mind.

The last time Taehyung stayed here, he arrived so tired from a late-night flight that he wasn’t able to participate in the welcoming game he knew Yumi organized every month, and he regretted it for the whole week he rented a room. This night was all every guest he met by the beach was able to talk about, and now he was ready to find why. 

As some fairy lights and a big screen illuminate the space, Deo watches the handsome newcomer’s silhouette amid the glow. His grin was unmistakable as he raised a red cup, ready to dive open-heartedly into whatever it was that the hosts had prepared.

Supposedly, every time Yumi and Namjoon did this for the new guests to ambient themselves and feel more comfortable around everyone else, they prepared a scavenge hunt inside and outside of the hostel's bounds. But this week everything had gone to space and changes had to be made at the last minute. 

Between losing a long-time employee and having to train Deo on the spot, as well as managing the surf lessons and running the business, the couple had little to no time to arrange the things needed for the anticipated scavenge hunt. So this month, Deo pitched in with a rather easy game to orchestrate and that would still promote the mingling of the visitors—Simon Says. 

“And… Start!” Yumi exclaimed as she pressed the button to start the presentation on the projection screen. 

Big crimson red letters appear giving instructions and the crowd thrillingly follows. “Simon says: make a group with four girls and three guys” it reads at first and everyone fumbles their way to find open spots. Deo herself is forced to join as two guests she had come to know, pull her to their side. The thrill of the game intertwined with the salt-kissed wind made her feel some sense of belonging that she had never really expected. 

“Three guys, three girls!”

In the throes of the chaos of the match, it was inevitable however how Taehyung’s gaze followed the sound of Deo’s laughter. Even if their eyes meet in brief moments, and even if it was in the middle of an ongoing competition, a silent connection seemed to pull them to each other like gravity. 

As the game reaches its apex, the tension in the air is palpable. The players’ laughter overlaps with the sound of Yumi’s megaphone, creating a symphony of fun. They aren’t completely strangers now. There is a spontaneous connection formed between them all, just like the hosts had intended it to. 

“One guy, one girl! Quick!”, Yumi reads the screen through the megaphone overexcited, and the remaining participants eye each other in confusion while the rest of the crowd laughs entertained. “Oh–” 

Taehyung steals a glance at his two partners, both male, and they all chuckle amused, not really knowing how to proceed. 

“I think I messed up when writing this– Wait.” Yumi confesses to the crowd sheepishly, starting to move toward the laptop to try and fix the mistake. 

But then Taehyung feels like someone is watching him through his peripheral, and when he turns his head, it’s her. Deo stands two feet away from him, close to Yumi, watching joyfully, and he suddenly knows what to do. Or better, his heart does. 

With two quick steps, he reaches for her hand, pulling her gently to his side and attracting everyone else’s attention to their figures, Yumi’s included. In the midst of the applause and collective cheer, Deo’s mute inquiry reaches his eyes. 

The porch begins to transform into a realm of unity and exhilaration, being lit by the moonlight and the shared spirit of the guests, but not that any of the two notice, as the girl is too enchanted by her last-minute partner’s orbs. Taehyung's big brown eyes pierce hers with certainty and a flash of curiosity that is almost childlike. 

A shared smile floats between them as her sight falls to his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the joy of the evening and perhaps the butterflies that flutter rapidly in their stomachs.

The lights had gone out, but the bonds forming under the starry August sky seemed to shine even brighter. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: When you look into a girl’s eyes you can tell if she’s compatible with you or not. I can see who she is through it… And in that moment I felt it. I knew that she and I would be compatible. 

“We have our winner for tonight!” Yumi exclaims through the megaphone as they keep staring into each other’s eyes, “Congrats!” 

Amidst the fading echoes of the beachside game’s conclusion, jubilant cheers resound from the open porch of the hostel. The sun had retreated long before the gathering had started, ceding its reign to a canvas of twilight hues, but now fireworks burst into existence, painting the sky with a kaleidoscope of colors. 

The couple, different from the majority of the crowd who excitedly run towards the shores, stands hand in hand still. A silent connection stronger than the clamor. With each explosion, Taehyung’s gaze shifts from the spectacle to Deo, seeing in her eyes a breezeful wonder that makes him rendered. Yet, it’s not just the pyrotechnics that leave him breathless. As he watches her, a quiet realization dawns—his heart races to a rhythm he hadn’t known before. It’s more than just curiosity. At that moment, amid the splendor of the fireworks and the tranquil beauty of the night, Taehyung recognizes the gentle tug of love. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: I liked everything about her… The way she looked at things and the way she smelled. How she had two funky single braids done in her loose strands and the clothes she threw together without much effort making an all-together beachy look. 

ılı.lıl taehyung: Everything about her seemed perfect to me. I just… I really liked her.

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supertuna Maybe it’s because I’ve been dating for so long… But I find dating stories uhm… Kind of funny now keke 

callmerinie “And it was at that moment that the fireworks went off…” 🤭🤭 

tangerimin You bet they heard bells, too. I heard it was explosions of fireworks 😏

⤷ notmekeys i’m too drnk to answee this

supertuna I think everyone feels like their own love life is special like in a movie or something

notmekeys it’s a beautiful story tho

⤷ notmekeys there waas a guy who found a butiful woman on a trip and and the night they met fireworkss went off peww pew!

⤷ notmekeys their eyes met bang !! theirr hearts too

bluengrey But those things can happen all at once… At least I think so. 

boreo well… if the woman is insanely pretty that’s possible. don’t you think?

⤷ tangerimin That’s exactly when you have to realize it’s just too good to be true, don’t you think? 

supertuna Let’s say you wake up from that dream, then what happens if you don’t get together?

⤷ callmerinie then you die alone

⤷ notmekeys no. no no. i’m not alone. 

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bluengrey Hmm

bluengrey I would still fall for her..

boreo if i met him again… i’d fall in love again

bluengrey Yes, I think I would.

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Those Who Fight Together - part 9

Summary: Undescribed Jedi female nicknamed Reaper in 3rd person makes up with the Batch and gets a little more then she asked for 🖤Smut with a Plot🖤

Warning: NSFW, Crude Language, PiV, creampies, emotional burst, implied breeding kink, momentarily soft Crosshair, over stimulated Hunter.

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The ship was silent almost for an hour before Wrecker opened his mouth "Crink are they loud."

"Very loud" Hunter said his voice a little huskier, her pheromones still overloading his senses and his cock felt like it was about to burst.

"You good, Hunter?" Crosshair smirked noticing the tone change.

"Not in the slightest," Hunter's core was tight enough he thought he was going to cave inward, "and we still have at least four more hours," he groaned, "Is everyone else just as-" Hunter looked at Echo, his pupils were just as dilated and his breathing as staggered as his own with a death grip on his chair then looked back at Crosshair who had already taken off his cod piece not caring about hiding how hard he was and saw Wrecker squirming in his seat.

"I'm going to regret this but," he could smell the excitement off of all them, "Wrecker gets the refresher, I'll go to the bunks, Echo gets to stay here and Crosshair can be in the hall. Understood?"

"Wha-OHHH, gotcha" Wrecker said standing up

The rest of them got up and went to their respective places to take care of business. Hunter walked into the bunks and quickly grabbed Echo's box and tossed it to him, "Don't know if you need it," quickly turning back and heading into the bunk room so Crosshair would stop glaring.

"You are all very very loud,"  you said sleepily using Tech's com, feeling how heavy and lustful the ship was.

"Working on it," Crosshair hissed.

"I think you two broke Serge," Wrecker paused to laugh.

"Not our fault," Echo said quickly attaching the piece to him, thankful for the modifications Tech made to make it easier and faster.

"Just stay in your room," Hunter gridded out not bothering to stop his hand but quickly cutting off.

"I am going to need a bit," Tech said looking down at himself looking at how covered in our half dried cum he was, "and maybe a shower. What if they came in here to relieve themselves?" He whispered hoping quiet enough Hunter wouldn't hear.

"All of them? At one time," your eyes widen.

"Or two by two or one by one I know at least Echo and Crosshair wouldn't mind."

"I can hear you," Crosshair growled.

"Are you sure?" You asked Tech.

"Given our compatibility? I'm not in the slightest worried," he smirked It took Crosshair all night to do what I did in three hours, he mentally added, "So logically I'm not jealous either, it would give me more data to analysis when it comes to bedroom affairs given it's now relevant," getting up not bother to on his pants on and opening the door to a very preoccupied Crosshair.

Crosshair stopped and glared at him, his mouth biting the tooth pick in half, "Can I help you?"

"You heard, get in here," you called from the bed.

Crosshair looked down his dick then scowled, putting it back in his blacks temporary, "Don't you think this is a horrible idea."

"Theoretically I should have enough Bacta," Tech said looking back at you, "And Echo or?"

Crosshair pushed Tech out of the entry way, Tech angrily glared at him but waited patiently for an answer.

"Get Echo, I need to talk to her for a minute or two," Crosshair said crossing his arms standing at the end of the bed.

Tech looked at you for confirmation before leaving, you gave him a nod. Crosshair turned and looked at the sight infront of him, his eyebrows raised at the sight before him. He made a small tsk sound.

"Are you staying?" he said breaking the ice.

You looked at him and thought about the other men on this ship but then wondering what was going to happen with Wolffe, your mouth went dry, "I am."

"You knew what I meant that day," he growled, "and... I'm sorry," the facade slipping for a moment.

"It still hurt... and I didn't understand why."

Tech and Echo peaked in, sharing an understanding that it would be best if she handled that herself. They headed back to to the pilot chairs to talk about what had transpired.

Crosshair unfolded his arms quickly undoing his armor and took off his top. He got in between your legs and pressed his mouth into yours roughly kissing you. You pushed him up and made him lay down, biting his neck roughly. His fingers dug into your legs and you felt his body tighten under you. You pulled backs, defined teeth marks and felt a certain something twitch under you.

Crosshair pulled you down by the back of your neck, "You better get on my dick right now or I'm using your ass," he was doing his hold back and fighting the potent urge to be both in control and on top

You looked at his cock, painfully erect with precum coating the tip whole tip and slightly running down the side, "Yes, Sir," you smiled moving your hips up so he could slam into you.

"Kair'ta..." he moaned as he pressed his tip into the top of you.

You leaned back putting your hands back by your knees, smirking letting the sensation take over. You moved your hips up and down taking him in stride, but also bucked your hips forward so not only did he get strokes but it let you tighten as you moved up him. His moans pleading for you to take the load from him. The orgasm crashed into Crosshair like ship, he plunge himself up as far into you as he go letting his cum shoot against the top of you, his nails digging into you. You clenched cause your walls to vice gripped his cock making it empty out everything.

"Feeling better an'edee?" you said looking down, smiling at calling him all bark, all bite, he's definitely a feisty one.

"You better hope Echo decides to join," he smirked, "I can feel your heart beat in that pretty pussy," he whispered.

Echo and Tech popped their heads in upon hear his name. Crosshair slide himself out and most of it landing back on him and smirked. He slide himself out from under you wiping off the excess with a towel his cock still as hard as plastoid, "Hands and knees," he whispered, "You better hurry and take her mouth or hands. Or I'm starting again without you," he smiled running his nails down across your back, leaving prominent red lines down it. He was happy to be back in control both giving and taking of pleasure.

You spread your legs a little more letting Echo get under you, "This is what I was talking about," Echo said looking at Crosshair before returning his attention back to you. His hands going to your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. You let your fingers go back to Echo's implant between taking his lip between your teeth sucking hard on his bottom lip which caused him to moan.

Crosshair started pounding relentless and hard causing you to bounce, your hips squirmed and you opened your legs wider for him. "Good girl," he said his hand trailing to the front of your throat, "I'm borrowing her for a second," he said pulling you up, your back pressed into his chest and he was still pounding, "Show him the pretty faces you make for me," he whispered in your ear, gripping you harder.

"Fark..." your face started burning, once Crosshair was satisfied with your hushed moans signaling you came he let you go back down.

Echo's hand went to your breast letting his fingers squeeze the pebbling he caused, "I know your being quiet because I'm here but you can moan his name if you need too," his big amber eyes boring into you, "I liked that face," he added.

Crosshair forcibly pushed your back down making your chest flesh against Echo's, "Reaper..." Crosshair let out his eyes closing feeling you tense against him, his thighs started fighting against the urge to cum.

"You're so beautiful when being pleasured," Echo said holding your face while you felt him start squirming under you.

Your fingers traced around the ports faster, "I happen to be between some two devilishly hot men," you said bringing your mouth to his jaw bone, kissing down it.

Crosshair stared down, watching you bounce against him for extra momentum like he wasn't being rough enough. He grabbed one of Echos hand and placed it on your clit. Echo got the hint taking your clit between his finger stroking it and occasional light tugs. Crosshairs hands gripped into your hips, "How about you be a good girl and cum for us," he said pulling out and slamming back in each word.

Your hips hitched into him and stopped moving, your hips started shaking and they speeded up their strokes. Echo's mouth moved to your neck to where his mark originally was. He pulled back to rub his forehead against yours, "Cum beautiful," he whispered.

Crosshair both noticed the expression on both your faces that you both were close to the tipping point. The warmth against his cock tried to make him empty again, but he fought against it until he heard you moaning into Echo's mouth and your cunt pulsating violently against his cock. Echo removed his fingers for a moment tapping two fingers against Crosshair's leg letting him know that that it was his turn. Your hands clung onto the back of Echo's head, kissing him as you felt Crosshair unload in you, slamming and holding your hips against his. Crosshair was finally starting to soften in you, gently pulling his still sensitive cock out.

"You feel amazing" Crosshair said leaving a trail of kisses down your spine, "I'll be thinking about that for a while," he whispered getting up, wiping up his mess and kissing the side of your head while putting his armor back into alignment. He rolled his eyes leaving watching Tech taking notes on his data pad, "Compliment her for taking it or just fuck her till she breaks," he whispered heading back up to the pilot chair.

Echo was still twitching but you brought your mouth to where you originally had him marked, "You're mine Echo," you whispered seductively in his ear before switching to teeth, "but I don't share."

Echo slipped a finger into you, automatically finding the spongey spot, "Wolffe made me jealous. Me of all people," he said slightly annoyed but stroked the spot harder while also pressing into it, "I want to you stay."

"I'm- stay-ing," you panted, embarrassed that some of Crosshair's cum fell on him but he didn't seem to care anyway. Echo slipped in another finger, "this one is just for me," he said resting his other arm against your face, "that's it," he said said watching your face get sleepy looking. He heart was racing, he moved his thumb to your lips stroking more he felt start swelling. He carefully slide him down and put his mouth on your engorged lips. He stroked faster while letting his tongue having fun stroking the walls of your lips before sucking on the wild spot, "Echo- farkkk-" you inhaled. You came your head went numb, your face relaxed with your eyes closed.

He pulled him back up and rubbed both of his cheek on yours, giving you one more kiss before slowly pulling his fingers out, "No one will ever compare to you," he said bumping his forehead into yours, "You never have to worry about sharing me." Echo looked at how soaked the towel was and grabbed a new one wiping off his abs and mouth before cupping the towel around your sensitive bottom helping you lay on the bed. Both of you laughed still trying to catch your breath, Echo sat on the edge of the bed combing your hair out of your face behind your ear, "You're really staying?" he asked.

You grabbed Echo's hand and kissed it, "You boys are part of my song, I'll be here until we die," you kissed his hand deeper.

His data port traced the tattoos down your side, "Are you going to darken the one on your spine?"

"I would also like put in my vote that I would prefer them darkened," Tech butted in on the private moment.

Echo scowled at him before returning his attention back to you, "Please?"

"When we get back," you smiled up at him, "assuming we head straight back or to the nearest med station," you said eyeing Tech, "We'll need to stock up on Bacta anyway."

Echo kissed your forehead, "Sooo, Wrecker or Hunter?" he smiled.

Hunter was against the door way of the bunks with his arms crossed trying to get a hold of himself, the smell and sounds driving him absolutely crazy. He knew he looked absolutely as feral as he felt, wondering if this is how Crosshair felt the first time. Hunter pressed his forehead into the door frame wondering if he could do it with out hurting her or if he should take care of it a couple more times before trying. He heard her say his name knowing he didn't have time. He walked over but felt Tech's hand on his shoulder, felt his gaze warning him if we lost it, "I would expect nothing less if it got out of hand."

Tech walked in before him, covering his view of you, "I'll get the gel ready," he said kissing your knee before stepping out of the way.

You looked up to see how dilated Hunters eye were, the black half engulfed his dark brown eyes. The fact he was already panting and thin sweat was already broken over him.

"Someone looks like he's in his reproduction cycle interval" you joked realizing it might have not been a joke given his very enhanced instincts and tracking abilities might have made him more animal than man sometimes, "Why don't you come give me some of that genetic material? You look so miserable keeping it for yourself."

Hunters jaw clamped and his fist balled, he tried hold it together but that sentence broke what was left of his self restraint. He tossed the armor to the ground and his blacks came off already lightly soaked with precum, cum and sweat. Hunter gripped the head board not trusting himself to touch her. He inserted himself, feeling the ridges inside her, the warmth and the new wave of pheromones coming off of her but this time even more intense. He looked at her the glint in her said she was beyond serious about doing this the state he was in which caused his hand gripped the head board tighter. He thrusted once to see if she could handle it, her finger dug into his back.

"Are you sure..." he whispered.

You moved one of your hands to the tattoo side of his face bringing his ear down to your mouth, "Am I going to have to take that material from you myself?" You whispered seductively.

"No," he said his body shaking, he brought one hand to the bottom your stomach pressing it where he could feel his cock inside you, "You're to perfect," he said taking his hand off and putting it on your ankle, "You're lucky your implanted or I wouldn't leave until I implant you," he groaned, more precum squirting out taking his other hand off the head board and wrapping it around your other ankle. He brought your ankles up letting your knees bend and spread them which caused your opening to move directly down the perfect position for what he wanted to do to you.

You saw the animal appetite in Hunter, "I'm sorry I didn't take you first, I didn't know it could get this bad," you said rubbing his cheek.

"Me either," His carnal desire for her took over, each thrust stretched her canal out to more room for him. He felt every soft ridge stroking him as he pounded at her, making her take his whole cock. He knew he should have came a couple more times before this but she smelled so deliciously strong. He wanted to be soft and tender to tell he how felt but every inch of him was screaming at him to keep emptying himself in her until nothing came out.

You started crying out with how rough his was being, but you didn't want him to stop. With how rough he was being you were already starting to feel sore inside. He grabbed your shoulder with his teeth and roared as the first load spilled out.

"Hunter-" you said grabbing a clump of his hair.

You watched a slice of animal fade, but he didn't stop he continued fucking it into you. He moved his hands your hips so he bounce you against his cock as he thrusted, another load slipped out of him. He held you still for a moment as a tremor went through him. He grabbed your ankles again putting them on his shoulders like he did the first time.

"Reaper," he panted staring down at you, the painful bliss across your face as you were taking him at his roughest, "Fark, you're so- so-".

Techs leg was trembling and his hands were clasp over his lap, trying to hold it together. He looked at Echo who was fighting the moral dilemma to go in there and break it up.

"Are we just gonna let that happen?" Wrecker said finally joining them.

"She asked him to give it to her," Crosshair sneered.

"I do not think she is aware of how-"

"Hunter-" they all heard they loud moan from her room.

"she effects him." Tech finished, "I'll  need to make a filter for her room or the whole ship," he added his head already spinning but he tried making it spin with ideas instead

"I blame you," Crosshair mumbled looking at Tech.

"Excuse me?" He said.

"Hunter should have gone first after you, you should have saw that looked and tranqed him right there."

"I obviously know that now," Tech said annoyed standing up, "I'll go tranq him, should at least take the edge off for now because it doesn't sound like it's getting better."

Tech grabbed the dart from his belt, priming it and walking there. He stared at the mating press position he had you in, impressed. Tech quickly shoved it into his neck and injected it into him. He looked down to see you enjoying it, the painful bliss and watched you spread your legs a little further for him but confused you start laughing when you him pulling the dart out.

"What's funny?" He asked ignoring Hunter putting her legs down but still in her.

"How worried you all most be," you paused, "Thank you though."

"Maybe she is built to withstand anything," Tech mumbled leaving remembering what Wolffe said the. wondering he was a rough lover.

"So?" Crosshair asked.

"He's relaxing."

Your fingers found Hunter's cheek again, his pupils started retracting and it no longer felt like he was trying to break you apart. You saw Hunter come back to his senses again and his arm started shaking.

"Hunter..?" You asked.

"I didn't mean too-" he said pulling himself out cum still coming out dripping on you.

"I wasn't complaining," you smiled.

"I know that had to hurt," he said gently resting his hand on your hip, "Are you okay?" he asked concerned.

"Nothing dislocated if that's what you mean. I'm okay Hunter."

He sat back putting his bandana back on, "All of you go shower," he said after reaching down for his com device. He pulled you towards him gently, massaging your hips and inner thighs trying to work out the knots he caused, "I didn't know how overpowering it could be," he admitted feeling how sore he was himself. He felt like the muscles in his core and thighs were going to rip apart. He made himself looked down the the purple showing up on your ankles, the erection that had started again quickly faded at the sight, he kissed them apologetically. He took the towel and wiped off everything he got on you and tried to get out what was in you. The smell was still strong but whatever Tech gave him definitely dulled everything, I wonder if this is how the rest of them sense things.

Tech grabbed everyone's laundry and the thoroughly soaked towels, "Everyone is done, I'd prefer both you go shower so I can take that too"pointing at the bed coverings. Tech eyed caught your ankles and the bruises on your shoulders and how purple they were, rage flashed for a moment and then it was gone.

"I'm okay Tech, just bruised." You said trying to get up. Tech didn't look convinced but did his best to stay indifferent about it. Hunter put an arm under you and helped you limp your way to the refresher.

Hunter saw the homicidal look on Crosshair's face, when he got you out of the hallway. Crosshair arm collided with Hunter's throat and shoved him against the wall while the other wrapped around you. Red speckled his vision.

"Crosshair," Tech said grabbing the arm against Hunters throat, "It is his nature, you can not change that and he can not change that. You know that. I will work on something so it doesn't happen again," Tech paused to stepped closer, "She's okay," he tried reassuring but also putting himself between them but also priming another tranquilizer.

Crosshair looked down at you, his eyes still slitted but he kissed your temple roughly, "Do it again, you won't see it coming," he threatened. He carefully let you go and gave you back to Hunter stilling glaring.

"Didn't he try to kill her?" Wrecker asked confused watching Hunter close the refresher door not that it made a difference, "why's he so upset?"

"It's his nature. He is not accustom to love. Hunter is lucky that is all that happened. Now I am busy," Tech said imputing data into his pad.

"You too!" Wrecker said smacking him.

"Shut up, Wrecker," he said going back to the seats.

Hunter helped you into the shower making it lightly warm. He looked at all of the bruises he caused feeling horrible, "I'm not sure if you should stay after that," he whispered.

"Hunter, I am okay. So what if it happens again, I'll probably enjoy it again."

"You enjoyed that?"

"Yes or I would have knocked you out myself."

He put his face in your neck looking down as he washed off your stomach, "I knew what I was in for the moment Tech stepped aside. It's nothing some Bacta gel can't fix and maybe a safe word can't fix," you laughed trying to lighten the mood, "And I know if I ever want to 'Procreate' as Tech put it, I know who would enjoy it the most," after you said it you felt something press into your butt.

"Not helping," he mumbled moving the washcloth to your legs.

"I mean it"

Hunter cautiously put himself back in you with a groan, his cock twitched content with being where it was. He moved himself back and pressed himself into the wall giving you the control if you wanted him again. You were gently gliding yourself up and down him, before picking up the pace realizing the rendered control. You bounced him in stride almost taking him all the way before plunging him all the way back in. A small rush came over you, your body exhausted but still enjoyable. You felt him squeeze your hips again as you felt his cock twinkle in you knowing he  came but this time just as weakly, "I wouldn't mind," he finally answered, pulling himself out listening to splat against the floor. He pulled you against him hugging you, "I love you," he whispered, it wasn't the best time to say it but it felt needed

"Explains why it overloaded you," you giggled, "I love you too and I'm staying, okay?"

"Okay," he folded, kissing the purple teeth marks.

He took the wash cloth kneeling washing your in between your legs and down careful of the bruises. He turned off the water and grabbed your towel, you took it and dried off your hair and he took an extra towel and patting drying you off then himself. Neither of you apparently notice someone slip in and leave Hunter a set of blacks and a robe the counter for you. You slipped it on to find Crosshair leaning against the wall waiting for you to get out with a few tubes of Bacta gel sticking out of his pocket. He glared at Hunter but said nothing towards him.

"Kair'ta," Crosshair said picking you up, "Hunter go help Tech and apologize to Echo," he added sourly, picking you up and carrying you back to your room.

He carefully laid you on the fresh bedding, he revealed about 8 tubes of Bacta he had in various pockets. He squeezed it some on your ankle gentle massaging it one then moving to the other one. Crosshair was silent waiting to see if it started healing or if he needed to apply more. The discoloration started lifting, he applied a little more any way just to be safe. He gently spread your legs using a whole tube just to make sure he didn't miss any thing. His fingers worked in the gel the he could into every inch of your sensitive area, even lightly lining the inside and hips.

You felt how completely tender his touches were, you untied your robe and sat up for him exposing your shoulders. He let out a small growl at the still didn't say anything. Crosshair tapped your neck in question, you nodded. He leaned down and kissed the marks on your throat before putting more gel on his fingers rubbing it in gently.

"You're being awfully quiet," you stated looking him, not able to make out the expression on his face.

"Nothing to say," he said putting more gel on massaging your neck with his thumbs.

You brought your hand to his, cupping it around your neck know that wasn't the full story. You gently sat up staring at him waiting. You tried leaning forward but he leaned backwards. He pulled away his hands.

"Anywhere else?"

"My back if you want too or I can get it."

He waited so you turned about and laid down with your back exposed. Crosshair squeezed the rest of the tube on your back, massaging it deeply in the tissue all over. You made a little happy mmm sound and he still remained quiet.

"You want me to leave again over Hunter losing it don't you?"

His silence was loud enough.

"It didn't hurt as bad as it looked."

He pulled his hands back and helped you put your robe on. You ran your fingers through his smokey white, down his chest and down his arm to his fingers and put your other hand on his shoulder. Crosshair's blood began to boil, Don't you get it, you could get hurt by one of us, but he complied with the silent request to dance. It was one of his fondest memories with a red stain across it. He placed his hand on your hip and guided you to the silent music of the chess game between you too. You watch his face soft but then hard back into stone, his brown eyes peering into yours.

"How long does applying Bacta take?" Wrecker asked.

"Given it's Crosshair, a while" Tech said curtly working on the filter system.

"It's his turn to try to apologize," Hunter eavesdropped, "in normal Crosshair be an ass fashion."

"Maybe you should go hit him back" Wrecker suggested.

"He has to decide this for himself such as each of us have had to do on this subject. Crosshair is aware of how miserable he was before giving in and how insufferable and riddled with misplaced malice he was when she... was temporarily apart from us to due our poor decision. Like I, he has to decide if he can trust himself not to change his mind and make that decision again. He is similar to Hunter, not as obviously enhanced or refined instincts but he does have strong instincts such as needed to be a sniper and he is aware those instincts could conflict with what he needs to do. He also has to learn to share, which we all know he is poor at," Tech said indifferently, "If I am correct, which I normally am, Crosshair will give in again. He is well aware of how running from how he feels worked so well the first time," Tech added dryly.

"You got a point."

"Of course I do."

They heard the bedroom door close, "Like I said, he'd give in."

"She is actually in there scolding him," Hunter chuckled.

"And he's letting her?" Echo said wide eyed.

"That's never happened before," Tech said blinking at the comment before going back to his work.

"I like having her around!" Wrecker laugh.

Tech rolled his eyes, he looked at the mask filter system prototype he designed and put away his tools. He grabbed it and put it in Hunter's helmet, "Wear that. One moment."

Tech overwrited the door to open in, "Apologies this can not wait. Can I barrow some of your-" he said looking down at her covered bits.

"That could have waited," Crosshair barked out.

"It's the filter for Hunter, so no it could not especially if you two are going to have... relations. Given the shower and bacta this is the best time for pure sample."

Crosshair groaned but waited knowing he wasn't going to win. Both of them watched her face flushed but nodded. Tech took off his working gloves and slowly undid the bow and watched the robe slip open. He trailed his finger down her curves before plunging a finger into her softness hoping it elicited enough an reactions. He smirked at the little bit of priming slick that started coating her wall, he rubbed the tiny ridge causing more. Tech heard a tiny whispered moan escape and pulled his fingers out. A nice coat covered his fingers and he removed them.

"Thank you, should be plenty," he paused to look at the how clear but stretchy it was, he was entranced staring at it, "You are obviously in need of relief, let me test this first and if it works Crosshair can provide some," Tech said leaving the room, he could feel his groin attempting to have a reaction.

He watched Wrecker and Echo turn and stare directly at the two fingers he was holding, "Is that?" Echo asked.

"Yes."

"I can smell it, but it's more tolerable," Hunter tried taking the helmet off but Tech stopped him with the other hand and shook his head.

"I'd advise keeping that on for this part of the test," he pressed the button on his com, "You may proceed." Tech stared at the coating, he was well aware of the biological cause of it and wanted his taste buds to analyze it. Reluctantly he wiped it off on his work rag noticing they were still looking at him. He took out his data pad and typed in the notes that the first test was satisfactory, "Maybe walk pass the room in a couple minutes to see if it's still tolerable."

"Are you really performing a live experiment right now?" Echo stared.

"I'm simply collecting scientific data through the means of-"

"Tech's definitely back to normal," Echo scowled cutting him off.

Hunter shook his head but was more then happy keeping it on, "and hopefully Crosshair."

"Someone's aroused," Crosshair chuckled, tying the robe closed at your waist showing off the curve of it.

"Someone's turning it down," you laughed going to your trunk of clothing.

Crosshair put his arm around your waist and pulled you back, grabbing the panties you dug out and tossed them back in, "Twirl for me, Kair'ta," he whispered in your ear.

Crosshair wasn't a man of many words but he know how to make each word count, he let go and took a couple steps back waiting. You threw your head over your shoulder examining him, the hungry expression coating his features. You smiled and obeyed, twirled into him letting your ass press against him, "Like that?" You smiled wrapping one hand around the back of his head. He let out a small growl, undoing the ribbon, ripping the robe off and bending you over the end of the bed.

"I almost took you like this in front of all of them," he paused massaging your breast with one hand and doing his armor with the other, "maybe I should have so Wolffe would have gotten the point," He added bitterly takingone foot and horribly shoved your legs apart, quickly inserting himself, "Your ours."

You felt yourself coat his cock gliding in without any trouble. I should have known that was what this was about. You spread your self more and put your hands at your sides, submitting to him. He grabbed your wrist and pulled them behind your back holding them together with one hand and the other was on the back of your neck pressing you to the bed. There was no kindness or gentleness in his thrust, this was unbridled passion and anger at the betrayal. Crosshair enjoys the sounds escaping your throat and the way your walls squeeze him. His head threatens to go back and he can feel how you were starting to shake so he stops without warning until the sensation dulls.

"Don't worry, I'm not done with you" he purred catching his breath.

Crosshair knew besides Wrecker he was the thickest on the ship and it definitely came with it's benefits. He could fell your walls pull against him every time he tried to pull out so he could slam about into you. Teasing you like this he knew you were going to be tighter against him and he was corrected.

"Crosshair," you let your legs started feeling weak after he stopped again.

"Do you finally understand you are ours?" He asked his breathing ragged.

"Yes," he lightly started thrusting at the answer.

"Good girl, now that pretty little pussy is going to drink every drop," he said smirking at his dirty mouth.

Your legs felt like jello and you could fell yourself leaking your excitement down your thighs. His cock stretching out how tight you were getting around him. Your core was aching for him to bring both of you to release so you could feel his warmth in you. His thrusting picked up.

"Crosshair... Kriff.... Harder," you begged.

He released your wrist and grabbed both of your hips firmly, "Mine," he growled giving it too you.

He pulled you against him with every thrust, you call feel his balls smack against your clit and you shuttered at the sensation. It caused him to suck in slightly, his toes to groin screaming. His body released without warning and pushed it all the way into you, every inch of his body shaking but the euphoria making the pain of it ease away.

"Cross-" you screamed at how hard you came against his cock, you could fell every squirt of it filling you and how warm his balls were against your pulsating clit, "kriffff," you said shakily.

He very gently twisted you not pulling himself out, he stared down at the union of parts still shaking. You saw the satisfaction on him relax and the relaxation taking over, the droop of his shoulder and his abs stop convulsing. He carefully thumbed your clit causing you to tense around him again he let out a low groan at the sensation. He removed his thumb putting his hands on your hips again, staring down debating if he wanted you again but the dull ache in his balls warned him against it. He gently pulled himself out your pussy milking him all the way out. He quickly grabbed the fresh towels and put one under you to catch everything coming out and used another to dry him and the little bit of his seed that escaped. He gently pulled you the bed and laid down beside you, unaccustomed to this staying afterwards but he pulled you close to him. He pressed his head into the side of yours, "kair'ta".

"My heart is desperate for yours too," you whispered, "I didn't understand what true physical pain was until I was separated from all of you."

"Stay," the word came from Crosshair's mouth begging which caught him by surprise. He pulled you tighter against him, "Please."

That's as intimate as he's ever been, "You don't have to say it back but I love you, Crosshair. I am staying. No one can my mind not the Sith or the Jedi nor the Tome themselves."

Crosshair's breathing finally started leveling out he tried to open his mouth to say it but you brought your hand to his jaw and closed it, "I know," you mean smiled at him watching his expression soften even more and you removed your hand.

"Even Wolffe?" He asked, regretting it.

"I love Wolffe and we both know duty has and always will come first. My Duty is to Clone Force 99."

"I'm sorry..." he murmured.

You pushed him flat against the bad and laid yourself on top of him. You stared at his face tattoo wondering if you just had a type beyond just being a clone. You put your hands into his his hair, "I know," you did your best to wipe the seldom expression off your face, "Why don't we go shower handsome."

"How's the smell?" Tech asked when Hunter came back the third round.

"Strong but my skull doesn't feel like it's splitting."

"Noted. I'll need take another sample at a later date to see about increasing the effectiveness."

You popped your head in completely naked in the door way, "How's the filter?" you asked ignoring every ones stare.

"It makes your scent within reasonable parameters of tolerable, however I will need another sample to see. How is it with her being this close?" Tech asked.

"Tolerable."

"Come take it when ever you want," you said with a little wink, hoping he would understand the double entendre.

"She's built like a goddess," Wrecker said mouth agape.

"Thanks, big boy."

"And this ship is her temple," Tech mumbled.

"Isn't this YOUR ship" Echo deadpanned.

"My ship is her temple."

You let your finger trail Tech's ear, "Hmmm. I rather like the sound of that."

"Reaper," Crosshair growled.

"Coming," you said trailing after him.

"What?" Tech said the three of them still staring at him, "It's not like it is a false statement."

"We so much as dent your ship-" Echo started.

Tech glared, "Do you like feeling pleasure."

"I think I like this new Tech" Hunter chuckled, "who knew all it took was a woman to make us believe Tech is actually human."

"I will take out the filter and make you watch," he gritted out, not understanding where any of it was coming from, "Excuse me," he said getting up abruptly dropping everything he was touching.

The three of them looked at each other for a couple minutes before decided to Echo follow after him. Echo found him sitting on his bunk list leg drumming and his head in his hands.

"Tech...?" Echo sat next to him cautiously.

"I... can not describe it, but I believe I am experiencing... jealousy?" The word was so foreign on his tongue as was the emotion. He was angry in a way he never experienced and sexually angry on top of it, "I did not think it was something I could experience."

Crosshair was surprisingly a gentleman except for the hickey he placed on your shoulder, "Just as a reminder," and offered his neck back in turn.

You took a section of his neck that would be covered by his armor. Crosshair grabbed you by your ass and pulled you closer to him. He took a few deep breaths and his erection died down and he moved his hand up to your side.

You pulled off him admiring the self restraint, "Done?" you asked your hand on the water button.

"Yes."

You grabbed the towels and went to town drying off putting the robes back on. You stared watching Crosshair put his armor arm and stick a tooth pick in his mouth.

"Some men smoke, some men choose tooth picks," you giggled walking out.

"Some men are aware of the side effects of the first," he said putting his hand on his hip, taking out the tooth pick and tapping the end of it on your nose before returning it to his mouth.

Both of you had a crashing noise and headed towards the bunks with Wrecker and Hunter coming up behind you. You found Echo sitting on Techs bunk and Tech standing over a mini broken fold out wood table, fist shaking.

"Feel better?" Echo asked.

"Actually, slightly, maybe one more-" he started feeling better before noticing every one against against the door peering in, "Can I help you?" He said annoyed, picking up the broken table and putting his foot through it letting it crash back to the floor.

Crosshair's eyebrow shot up, "What did my table every do to you."

You walked up and grabbed both sides of his face roughly, "I'll just take that from you before you break anything else."

Hunter took off the helmet and stared at Echo waiting for an answer, "So what happened?" He finally asked given Echo's silence.

"Jealousy."

Tech removed your hands from his face, the feelings gone but watching your hands turn black, "Reaper," he said panicked.

"Bacta," you called.

Crosshair tossed a tube to Tech who in one swift motion broke open and covered your hands in it. The burning sensation dying down but it still felt like someone landed a ship on your hands, thrusters first. You closed your eyes trying to mediate alleviate the feeling. Everyone watched the black fade to a shade of grey.

"What was that?" Wrecker asked.

"Transference, it's an old art," you said letting out a long breath, "Taking an emotion with in yourself, either to feel it or cause a temporary physical pain instead."

"Explain with more words," Crosshair hissed still staring at her hands.

"Hunter and Tech... share a common bedroom instinct, unknowing something that said that set him off and then the test made it worse" Echo tried to explain as vaguely as possible.

"Doesn't make sense but okay," Wrecker said confused but content that it's wasn't something worse.

"That's what set him off," Crosshair said glaring in understanding.

"Yes, is that so hard to wrap your mind around," Tech said in one breath stilling holding your hands before pulling away realizing it probably hurt.

Echo helped you up, "You okay?" He whispered.

"Rather have fought Rancor armorless," you answered looking at your hands watching the color finally return and the pain subside. You stretched your fingers and your knuckles made an audible pop. You sigh in relief at noise.

"She's tough," Wrecker said surprised both of you putting both of you up with one arm, "We're lucky," he kissed the side of your head, "You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay." 

"Good," he said putting Echo down, and spinning you again putting you back down, "I'd put you on my shoulder and walk ya around," he said touching the ceiling, "but it's a little short."

"You can pick me up and parade me like a princess when we land."

"I can do that" he smiled.

The rage in Crosshair and the concern in Hunter  made you turn around to the stare down going on. You took one step to the side blocking Crosshair from Tech, feeling the snake about to uncoil. You saw Hunter nod his head towards the door, Crosshair huffed and followed him back to the pilots chair. Wrecker surprisingly took to the que leave with too.

"Thank you," Tech said adjusting his goggles, "you didn't need to do that however I would have figured out how to deal with them."

"Breaking things in general is not how you deal with with feelings. You should have told one of us."

"I am.. sorry. Again."

"And you let him break this?" You asked Echo pulling pointing at the broken table.

"In Echo's defense it was that or Hunter and Crosshair," he admitted, "I'll replace it."

"Tech that's not the point."

"Again, I am sorry. I am not accustom to such feelings."

"I thought you said you weren't going to get jealous because of compatibility," said lowly.

"I was incorrect, I can not factor in things I could not account for.”

“I’ll let you two have this out,” Echo said kissing your cheek, “I’ll be on your bedroom floor,” he added.

“You didn’t seem interested in that?”

“Just because something does not lead to something else does not mean one can not be interested in the thing,” Tech rambled until she pressed her mouth to his ear whispering abhorrently obscene invigorating things about she’d do with him after the mission before placing her hand on his cheek absolving him of the returning feelings, “Better?” She asked softly. Tech covered her hand with her own, “Was that really necessary?” He asked smiling.

“No but it was fun,” you admitted, “Want to join me and Echo for some quality time?”

“No I need to start repairing my… mess,” Tech scolded himself looking at it, “but you shouldn’t keep him waiting,” he added removing his hand and kissing yours before he started gathering up the pieces.

You left him to clean it up, although you wondered where he was going to put it because his bunk was a mess with random wires and parts. You walked in and found Echo on his back on the floor with his eyes closed. You taped lightly and walked in. As uncomfortable as it was you joined him him on the floor, his cyber arm wrapped around you.

“How’s Tech?” He asked.

“He’ll be fine, he’ll probably spend the rest of the time reading up emotions while he works.”

“I loved reading manuals as a reg,” Echo sighed.

“Echo, your still a reg,” you laughed.

Wrecker walked in and found both of you on the floor, “Why are you both on the floor?”

“Echo is just living his best Loth-cat life” you laughed even harder.

“Weird. Anyway get changed, we’re on. ‘Mer” Wrecker said picking up Echo and removed both of them from the room.

You were stifling your giggles but you walked over to your trunk and dug through it for your robes and clothing. You pulled out your mask and your set of sabers. You noticed Tech still had the red one, you smiled. Putting your emotions aside, you got dressed and met the boys on the ramp.

“You boys ready to enter the most dangerous place in the galaxy?” you watched them put their helmets on as an answer and Wrecker tossed the mini chest with your master saber over his shoulder, “and try not to get killed,” you added stepping off the ramp, “I’d hate to have to turn this galaxy to dust.”

[starlitangels]

To Steer By

Lookit me, getting the next update posted before June lol 2.8k words

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6

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Chapter 7 - The Journey to Aria

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Avior woke to morning sunlight in his face. The corner window of the Star Palace’s library didn’t have a curtain to block it out. He was curled up in the reading nook with Estelle tucked safely in his arms. Since his transformation, his sense of smell was heightened, making him perfectly capable of smelling both of their pheromones sunk deep into the blankets and cushions around them.

Behind him, in the main chamber of the library, he heard, “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” It sounded disappointed.

He twisted, careful not to jostle Estelle.

“Perfectly good corset cord gone to waste,” a familiar voice whispered. He heard the whispering of fabric over stone—the sound of someone scooping up Estelle’s wedding gown where it had been left on the floor.

Quiet footsteps clicked closer.

There was no hiding the fact that the Star Princess and her new demonic husband were cuddled up in a reading nook, so Avior could only settle for making sure Estelle’s modesty was covered by the blanket they were under. He checked quickly and tucked the fabric over her shoulder to hide all of her skin except her face and hands. Her starry makeup over her chest and shoulders was smeared, leaving glitter over everything. Including Avior. It was strange to see silver-white shimmering against the red of his hands.

A world-weary sigh roused Avior’s attention back to whoever was approaching.

Vindemiator had Estelle’s gown and corset in his arms. The scraps of the corset’s string were dangling out of his pocket. He barely glanced at Avior with a nod of greeting before also scooping up the absolutely shredded wedding clothes Avior himself had been wearing and torn off last night in the heat of his frenzy.

“I’ll bring you a dressing gown. These will be packed for the journey home,” was all Vindemiator said before sweeping away.

Avior growled lowly in his throat. He was the king. He didn’t have to explain himself or make excuses to his advisor.

So why did he feel like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar?

Estelle shuffled in her sleep. Slowly waking up.

What is it about you that makes me vulnerable? Avior thought, looking down at her.

Those grey eyes blinked open. Bleary and sleepy. “Morning,” she said quietly.

He brushed a few strands of her soft white hair from her face. “Good morning,” he replied.

She sighed. “We fell asleep in the library,” she said.

Then her eyes widened and she sat bolt upright, almost losing the blanket—and almost whacking her head against Avior’s.

“We fell asleep in the library!” Her mouth hung open and she stared at Avior. “The sun is up! The castle’s awake! There’s no way we make it back to either of our chambers without getting caught.”

Avior blinked. “Well… last night was our wedding night,” he reasoned. “I’m pretty sure anyone who might see us going back to our chambers kind of expected what we got up to.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s not mortifying! I mean, you shredded your suit and my dress—” She craned her neck to look through the shelves where it had been left. “Wh… where is my dress?”

“You remember meeting my advisor Vindemiator, right? The half-demon who’s kind of magenta?” Avior asked. She nodded. “He came in and picked up your dress. And my clothes. He’s bringing a dressing gown, he said. I don’t know if he meant one for each of us, but I would assume so.”

Estelle burrowed into the blankets. “Did he see me without—”

“No. I made sure you were entirely covered.”

“Thank you.”

Avior looked at her seriously. “No one gets to see you that vulnerable but me,” he said. “Not if I can help it.”

She nodded.

They stayed where they were, cozied up together, until Vindemiator’s return. He had, indeed, brought a dressing gown for each of them. Estelle’s was pale blue with embroidered white stars. Avior’s was scarlet with a longer slit up the center of the back so his tail could move a bit freer. Once Vindemiator handed them over, he gave a brief bow and vanished among the shelves. The door to the library closed a few moments after.

“Get dressed, breakfast, and then begin the journey back to Aria?”

She nodded. “Probably for the best.”

—

The carriage trundled down the path. It was a gift from Estelle’s parents. The carriage that she had always taken when she went out anywhere on her own. Built for her and designated as hers. The wood was painted white and there were constellations carved into it. She and Avior had the interior of the carriage to themselves. The carriage that Avior had travelled to the Star Kingdom in—dark wood stained even darker—was ahead of them on the road, Vindemiator, Cam, Caelum, and Scorpius occupying it. Vega was driving Avior and Estelle, Vindemiator teaching Caelum to drive the other. A wagon with supplies for the journey was behind the two carriages, driven by some Star Kingdom retainers.

Estelle had dozed off, leaning on Avior’s shoulder. He was idly playing with her hair, rubbing some of it between his fingers. It was soft and surprisingly thick. He’d never seen white hair that wasn’t delicately thin, until hers.

He could imagine himself falling in love with her. The groundwork for that was already being laid down, if he was being honest with himself. The demon blood he bore attached his protective instincts to her and just glancing at her dozing face stirred fond feelings in his chest. He wasn’t in love with her yet, but it wouldn’t be long until he was.

He wondered if she’d feel the same toward him. He hoped so. At the very least, he hoped she’d come to think of him as a friend.

Considering she was the one encouraging him last night, the foundation of her potential feelings for him seemed to be establishing itself too. Avior wanted to believe that they’d be happy together, if they were going to be married until one of them died.

At the very least, maybe they’d be fond of one another.

Vega poked his head through the window of the carriage from the driver’s seat. “We’ll be stopping for the night soon,” he said. “Just waiting to find a defensible spot to make camp.”

Avior nodded. “Sounds good. Keep me posted.”

Vega dipped his chin in acknowledgment. “Sire.” He twisted to face forward again and vanished.

Avior didn’t mind camping on the forest floor every so often when it came to traveling, but he’d probably leave Estelle in the carriage. As the only lady in the group, he thought it was important to value her privacy. If she wanted him to sleep in the carriage with her, he’d gladly do so, but if she wanted to be alone, he wasn’t going to make a fuss about it.

Being half-demon didn’t need to make him wicked all the time.

Especially not to his wife.

“Hold up!” Avior heard Vindemiator shout. The carriage lurched to a stop, the horses whinnying in protest at the sudden change.

“What’s going on?” Vega called.

“Downed tree on the path,” Vindemiator yelled back.

Avior nudged Estelle gently. “Princess, wake up,” he whispered.

She shuffled and lifted her head off his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Her voice was low and thick with sleep.

“There’s a tree that’s fallen onto the path. I’m going to go investigate it with the others. Probably just pull it off the road.” He eased his arm away from where it had been around her shoulders. “I’ll be right back. Stay here.”

He hopped out of the carriage and shut the door behind him, falling into step beside Vega immediately. The Star Kingdom retainers had leapt from the wagon too, but had taken up positions at either door of the white carriage. Avior had conflicting feelings about bringing Star Kingdom servants instead of his own on this journey, but he would never knock their loyalty to their princess. The fact of the matter also remained that his own staff was still minimal after the demon attack and he hadn’t had enough to spare to bring on the journey.

He and Vega pulled up even to the dark wood carriage, where Caelum was still sitting on the driver’s bench.

Avior paused. “Cae,” he said. The younger boy jolted and looked down. “Why don’t you go keep Estelle company while we check this out?”

“Y-yes, sire,” Caelum said softly. He scrambled off the bench and ran back to the white carriage. After a moment, the door to that carriage opened and shut. Avior glanced over his shoulder to see Caelum had safely climbed in.

“Have you ever considered that you and Vindemiator are too soft on him?” Vega asked.

“He’s young,” Avior replied nonchalantly.

“He’s plenty old enough to have started some sort of training years ago.”

“If you’re thinking about a knight’s training, I couldn’t disagree with you more. He’s too gentle of a soul. And that’s a beautiful thing. I won’t have you taking that away from him, understand, general?”

“Of course, sire.”

Cam, Vin, and Scorpius were already milling about the tree, arguing with each other about the best way to move it off the path. Or, rather, Vin and Scorpius were arguing and Cam was rolling his eyes at them both. The usual.

Avior ignored the three of them and went to the spot where the tree trunk had separated from its stump. In the half-light, it was difficult to make out anything, so Avior ran his hands over it.

His worries were confirmed as he felt several lines too clean, smooth, and straight to have been a natural breakage of the trunk. He looked at Vega. “This was cut,” he said.

Vega drew his sword immediately, twisting to look back at the caravan and running toward the white carriage. Avior took off behind Vega as his instincts snarled with fierce protectiveness of his wife.

Vin and Scorpius stopped arguing at the clanking of Vega’s armor.

—

Estelle jolted as she heard shouting. She looked out the windows on either side of the carriage to see men in ragged clothing, cloth covering their faces, coming over the ridges on either side of the road. They were armed. Some with cheap swords, some with spears, others with hunting bows.

She grabbed Caelum by the shoulders and pulled him to the floor of the carriage. “Get down!”

The boy yelped.

Estelle looked him in the eye. “Stay here, and stay down,” she said. “Promise?”

Caelum nodded.

She smiled. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

The sounds of her half-demon traveling companions snarling rose around the caravan. The clanging of swords joining quickly.

She crept to one of the doors and peered over the edge of the window. There were at least fifteen bandits. The half-demon Arians were outnumbered three-to-one. To be fair to the Arians, they were all holding their own. She hadn’t done much more than meet and briefly chat with any of them besides Avior, but she found herself impressed at all of their skills nonetheless. Especially the one called Cam—whose full given name was so long she couldn’t remember the whole thing at the moment—who had seemed more like the calm, emotionally-intelligent, pacifist type.

Seeing him fight made Estelle decide the pacifist vibe was definitely a choice he’d made, not his natural state of being.

Caelum whimpered as Vin—whose full given name she also couldn’t remember—cried out in pain and then snarled in renewed attack.

Estelle glanced down at the boy curled up on the floor of the carriage.

She pulled her deep blue traveling cloak off and draped it over him. “Stay here,” she said seriously.

Not waiting for a reply, she climbed out the window of the carriage, planting both hands on the roof. She used the ledge of the window to put her feet on and climb up on top of the carriage.

“Princess, get back inside!” Vega shouted.

“Princess, get back inside,” Estelle mocked in a high-pitched, nasally imitation under her breath.

She stood on top of the carriage between two tree branches.

“Let’s get this over with,” she muttered. “They were bound to find out sooner or later.”

She sucked in a deep breath and shoved her open palm toward the roof below her.

A pulse of white light surged out of her, rushing over the area and past the ridges the bandits had come over. In the wave of light’s wake, several balls of light coalesced into being around Estelle. Blue-white, bright, and the size of her fist. The battle paused due to being confused by the light.

Which was the opening Estelle needed. “Let’s get this done.”

With deft movements and flicks of her wrist, the balls of light went shooting across the area like falling stars. Each one targeting a bandit. She spun in a few quick circles as she directed her magic at the attackers.

Each ball of light struck its target with perfect accuracy. When one hit, the bandit fell. She knew she was mostly just knocking them unconscious, but that would be all she needed.

Vega jolted as the bandit he’d crossed blades with dropped.

Avior was just staring at his wife with a slack jaw.

Once all fifteen or so bandits were down, she moved her hands and fingers in a complicated but deliberate pattern. Violet light twisted and writhed in front of her. She cupped it in both hands. “Don’t close your eyes, boys,” she announced. Everyone in her traveling party was staring anyway, so she figured that, apart from Caelum, she was safe to release the sleep spell.

She clapped the light between her hands. A wave of violet glitter shot away and down from her, settling over the bandits.

“That should keep them asleep for several hours,” she said, climbing down from the roof of the carriage. She went over to one of the Star Kingdom retainers. “When you get back to the palace, inform my father that bandits are roaming the woods again. Tell him I recommended extra patrols and better infrastructure for those who are looking for work again. Clearly whatever my father implemented last time isn’t working. I don’t expect he’ll actually do anything, but at least I try to help my people.” She kept her voice low, but the way Avior’s head cocked to the side let her know that he could hear her. He was also the closest to her.

“Yes, Your Highness,” the retainer said.

Estelle gave him a warm smile and turned back to the rest of the group. “Let’s get the tree out of the way and keep moving, yeah?”

The half-demons all stared at her.

She took a deep breath and sighed. “Yes. I have magic.” She marched past all of them over to the tree. She’d never moved something as big or heavy as a fallen trunk with magic before, but if no one was going to help her, she was going to try it.

She started to move her hands in a different pattern. White light began to glow softly under the length of the fallen trunk where it was pressed to the ground.

Scrunching up her face, she started to try to lift it.

The weight of the tree resisted the push of her powers, wobbling and shifting, gaining a bit of height here and there before flopping back down.

Avior appeared at her side, bending and digging his hands under the tree and starting to lift. Everyone else except Caelum also rushed over and took up positions, heaving the trunk off the road. With the help of magic, they all got the tree off the road.

“Vin. Your brother’s in the white carriage if you’d like to fetch him,” Estelle remarked.

Vin nodded.

Estelle swayed on her feet. “I’m going to go sit down,” she mumbled, more to herself than anyone else.

Avior was beside her in an instant, trying to steady her. “Are you alright?” His gold eyes bored into her. She glanced up at him, holding his gaze as best she could with how tired her eyes were.

“All of those spells are ones that require a lot of magic. I’m just tired,” she replied.

The world tilted violently as her vision swam.

The last thing she heard was, “Estelle!”

Everything went black.

[translations-dark-matter]

Living as an Extra in an Omegaverse novel

Side story Chapter 24

For Se-hyeon, there has never been a night like this since he was with Shin Tae-oh.

It was all different depending on the situation, the atmosphere, and even more so depending on Shin Tae-oh's daily life. Because of that, there was never a dull moment, but this time it wasn't easy in a different way.

“Hmm.”

The back curved and arched, and Se-hyeon trembled as he was hugged by Shin Tae-oh as if he was clinging to him.

“Pheromones… too strong.”

“So you’re hanging on like this?”

Shin Tae-oh placed his hand on Se-hyeon's stomach and gently bit the back of his neck.

“If Kkultteok is in pain, let me know right away.”

“Okay, so…”

Se-hyeon gave Shin Tae-oh a pleading look. Even though he repeatedly said that he had already entered a stable period, Shin Tae-oh could not feel at ease.

I even heard that it is good to do it often because it can give you plenty of alpha pheromones.

'I know, but...'

Shin Tae-oh is worried because he does not trust himself, fearing that he might harm Kkultteok.

“I won’t make Se-hyeon worry.”

Shin Tae-oh kissed Se-hyeon's cheek and whispered. He took a deep breath and kissed him as if he wanted to become an obedient alpha, but Se-hyeon frowned slightly.

Their bodies, which had become warm enough, were touching as one, but this wasn't enough for Se-hyeon to twist his body.

It was different when he was driving himself quickly, but this was also an unbearable stimulation.

I'm not saying stop. The baby was sweet.

“You seem nervous. Would you like me to touch you a little more?”

Shin Tae-oh caressed Se-hyeon’s side.

“It would be nice if you touched me too.”

Shin Tae-oh tempted Se-hyeon, saying that they would be able to enjoy each other for a long time.

“Tsk. Umm.”

Se-hyeon quickly moved away. Se-hyeon stopped talking and let out a nasal cry as the hot, wet lips touched the sensitive nape of his neck.

Either way, my heart was beating too fast as my sexual feelings continued to build up.

The thick pheromones attacked him again, and Se-hyeon bit his lip and breathed deeply only through his nose. As his chest rose and heaved, Shin Tae-oh's other hand scraped down his cleavage.

Instead of stimulating it like he always did, he just slowly swept down the bone, but even that was an unbearable pleasure for Se-hyeon.

Se-hyeon, unable to overcome the stimulation of being gently scratched, turned away from Shin Tae-oh.

“It’s not something you can avoid even if you do that.”

Shin Tae-oh did not stop Se-hyeon even when he turned back. Rather, he slightly moved his body away to help Se-hyeon move better. He soon found out why. Shin Tae-oh almost covered Se-hyeon's back.

It felt like a bear was about to attack, so Se-hyeon made a growl but did not stop Shin Tae-oh.

“Se-hyeon.”

“Huh, if you don’t think you can stand it, you can just do whatever you want.”

“That’s not it... No, that’s good too.”

Even though Shin Tae-oh did not hide his honest feelings, he did not stop stroking Se-hyeon.

“I think I know what we should do together.”

Shin Tae-oh muttered about what he had been feeling all along.

“I always wanted to do everything myself.”

Se-hyeon tried to force his dizzy spirit. I knew well that Shin Tae-oh wanted to do anything for me.

“But it was better because we were together.”

“What... are you talking about?”

“Ah. I see. It’s still like that.”

Thanks to Shin Tae-oh's continued acknowledgment of Se-hyeon's words, the conversation broke down once in a while before coming back.

“We were always together.”

"Okay. Se-hyeon, you were my secretary. But not anymore."

Se-hyeon couldn't immediately understand what was being said, so he just turned his head diagonally and looked up at Shin Tae-oh.

“We stand in the same place and our roles can change at any time. But the two of us together would be a true couple.”

“Do you know that now? Taenyang."

Se-hyeon couldn't help but make a bewildered expression. He thought he knew everything now, but this is what happened behind his back.

“Knowing and realizing are different. When we get married, we confess together, walk side by side, and resolve things together.”

Se-hyeon, wondering what was strange about what Shin Tae-oh was muttering, responded with slightly colder eyes than before.

“I did it that way.”

Shin Tae-oh steadfastly said what he had to say.

“It’s only now that I can fully accept all of that. Yes, that’s right.”

Suddenly, Shin Tae-oh stopped paying attention to Se-hyeon’s answer.

He leaned towards Se-hyeon, spitting out his true feelings like a confession.

Se-hyeon, who was slowly pushed to his limit, was unable to stop Shin Tae-oh. His brain gradually became dull and he began to move instinctively.

'I want to share it with Se-hyeon.'

He used to think he wanted it, but now he wants to share everything with him.

'What should I do?'

Shin Tae-oh's dull brain only wanted one thing. Soon, he thoughtlessly sank his teeth into the shoulder of Se-hyeon, who was in front of him.

“Ugh.”

It was different from leaving a kiss mark. It wasn't a cute act of nibbling and arousing each other's strange feelings. As Shin Tae-oh bit his shoulder with his teeth, Se-hyeon winced in pain. It wasn't so much that he couldn't stand it, but it felt different.

It was so vicious that it looked like an animal had bitten it, so even if I tried to shake it off, it wouldn't come off.

“Shin Tae-oh, ah."

Se-hyeon tried to swing his arm toward the bitten shoulder, but not only was he unable to separate Shin Tae-oh, but he was also grabbed by the waist and hugged, causing all the muscles in his body to tighten.

'I don't think I can survive in this position...’

However, Se-hyeon's embarrassing situation was not recognized at all by Shin Tae-oh, who immediately turned away.

"I want to.”

I was trying to think about what Se-hyeon meant when Shin Tae-oh muttered something while biting his shoulder, but my thoughts stopped. I was speechless as the pheromones covered my body like waves.

As many thoughts as my face turned white, all the thoughts in my head flew away at once. Instead, there is only one thing that takes its place. All I wanted to do was accept Shin Tae-oh’s pheromones.

The omega's instincts told Se-hyeon to open up and accept the alpha. That thought gradually took over Se-hyeon's body, releasing Omega's pheromone.

What I often said before was that I couldn't control it, has now happened again.

Now I knew that the reason was honey rice cake. Pheromones were released in the process of the omega's body accepting the alpha, but this time it was different.

But strangely, this time I felt like I knew why. The alpha's pheromones, which I desperately wanted to fill my body with, were encroaching on Se-hyeon.

As Se-hyeon was left with unfocused eyes, Shin Tae-oh rubbed his back.

“Se-hyeon.”

Shin Tae-oh, biting off the tooth that had sunk into his shoulder, covered Se-hyeon's face.

“Hold on a little.”

It was when Se-hyeon's focus returned after belatedly understanding Shin Tae-oh's words.

“Tsk.”

Se-hyeon swallowed a faint moan as the pheromones that were stronger than before hit him.

"Ugh… ”

There is Kkultteok.

It is said that Shin Tae-oh safely settled into a stable period thanks to his diligent efforts to pour out pheromones, but when something unfamiliar happened to Se-hyeon, he couldn't help but worry.

However, Se-hyeon was not the only one worried about the honey rice cake.

“I will never harm you or Kkultteok.”

Shin Tae-oh patted Se-hyeon's stomach and brought their bodies closer together.

“Ugh.”

Shin Tae-oh continued to lower his lips over Se-hyeon's body to calm him down. Then he turned Se-hyeon's body completely and leaned his upper body on top of him.

We met each other's eyes and knew. It felt like pheromones were fluttering in my eyes.

“I guess this is....”

Shin Tae-oh spoke in a voice that went beyond doubt and was close to certainty.

“I feel it too.”

Of course, Se-hyeon also noticed to some extent. He couldn't compare to before. This wasn't something I knew because someone told me, it was something I felt instinctively.

Shin Tae-oh bit Se-hyeon's lip gently enough to make it tickle.

The contact was so cautious that it was difficult to believe that it was the same person who had bitten his shoulder in a vicious manner just moments ago.

“It’s marked like this.”

I could feel Shin Tae-oh smiling through the feel of his tightly opened lips. Se-hyeon hugged Shin Tae-oh's neck tightly and felt everything flowing into his body.

Pheromones flowed into the spot where Shin Tae-oh bit, leaving a mark. It was a proof of bond marking.

“I feel strange. How does it become imprinted like this?”

Se-hyeon looked into space. I couldn't see the pheromones, but I could feel them. Shin Tae-oh's pheromones seemed to be floating around. I heard that if you imprint, you won't be able to feel the pheromones of other alphas, but I was curious but didn't want to leave.

“I guess I’ll have to wait and see.”

“I don’t think we can get out of here.”

The hardships of the 4 hour plane ride were soothed by the emerald sea outside the window.

***

20xx.08.16 Type AB 3.63kg Kkultteok/Shin Seo-jun is born

[T/N: Congrats 🎉 and Happy birthday Seo-jun!]

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[irrfahrer]

The Tynnan tilted her head to the side like a curious loth-cat and tapped a sharp claw against her mouth in a wholy unimpressed gesture. Her red eyes, naturally reflecting in the little light, seemed to glow: “And I could take a hold of the kriffing moldspores you randomly breathed into your lungs earlier and which your immunesystem is already on their kriffing best way to just burn out naturally, activate their celldeviding,make them overrun your immunesystem and  lungtissue and crawl up your windpipe to harden there into a actual robust moldtissue so you would suffocate in the next fourthy seconds, been there, kriffing done that, have the krififng T-Shirt. Yet here we are, doing none of the kriffery.” She sighed overly dramatic and smacked her lips in a theatralic “tsk” noise that made her whiskers twitch: “For now, mind you, because I -” she rose a razorsharp claw like a teacher making an important note: “-for now,  still am a healer and I do not like kriffing up lungs since they are so hard to build up again and I am not in the mood to play Force-heal-tetris with by mold ripped appart lungetissue. Always gives me a migraine, you must understand. ”

Still a little playful, still a little lightly the young woman started to walk to the side, circeling Quinlan, yet beside the plyfulness, beside the lightness there was something other in her movements. Something like from a predetor hunting. She sniffed in the air a little too loudly to not analyse Quins pheromones, his level of exhaustion, the adrenaline in his sweat, the scent of former injuries that might were still hindering him and could be useful to her: “But I can also not return with empty paws, because I like to stay alive and keep all my kriffing limbs attatched to my kriffing torso, thank you very kriffing much,” The Tynnan opned her small paws, almost smiling friendly if it wouldn´t be for the sharp ends of her teeth: “-so you see the kriffing problem we are having right now,do you, Master Vos?”

[ @retrocognizantrecreant ]

“You could be so much more y’know...”inqusitor!Ziv? Cornered by a 120cm evil fluffball. @irrfahrer

"Ah, yes, but you see Ziv, I could also be so much less. The bar is on the ground, and I can still go under it." Quinlan, Master of Disappointments.

@irrfahrer

[moreofem]

Can we get a blurb where carmy really wants to watch this old cooking show with you. You’re cuddling on the couch but his hands are dangerously close to your 🐱 and he is oblivious to your discomfort until he notices and gives you want you need

UUURRHRHDHEVEFKEBELEHFKFHEJDCEHEUEUBFNZJEIRBEEJEDUEJDOSKWKFIDD YES WE CAN ALL HAVE A BLURB

Hands hands hands hands hands hands hands

“We are now in Italy, on the lookout for Mrs Ricci, a 70 year old woman who makes the best Carbonara in Rome. Follow me.”

You sighed against Carmen’s chest as you watched the host - some random guy from some cooking show Carmy used to watch when he was younger, greet an old Italian lady.

It was calm today. The restaurant was closed for the week, for a rare holiday break, so you had Carmen all for yourself, and vice versa. The restaurant was sometimes draining you both, even though now, after three years of Carmen owning it, things moved smoothly. The two of you were now on the couch, eating overly sweet ice cream and rubbing each other’s arms and legs. Carmen’s hands were resting on your thighs, massaging the supple skin that he loved so much, and as you drifted in and out of a bit of sleep, you felt his hands drift higher. You looked up at him, but he seemed utterly concentrated in whatever cutting technique the old lady was demonstrating.

You sighed and sat back deeper into his embrace, trying to ignore the feeling of his tattooed hands tracing your own inked thighs. After a few minutes though, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander.

What if he just pulled the sleep shorts to the side, exposing your pussy to the cool air of the AC, slipped his fingers into his mouth then into you? And you’d fall back against his chest and grab your breast and-

He pressed his fingers into your thighs, still concentrating on his show. Fuck. You just wanted him to do something. Anything. You didn’t care if it was him putting his thigh between your legs or tweaking your nipples, you needed something. You started squirming, the heat and pulsing between your thighs becoming more annoying, especially since your boyfriend of many years, who was supposed to know you better than anybody, wasn’t even able to see your discomfort. Pfff. Men. You rolled your eyes and swatted his hands off of you, fake pouting. He didn’t even say anything! Just fucking grabbed your waist (which you let him do) and continued to watch his stupid fucking show.

You groaned and wiggled again, making him kiss your temple and shush you. “Tsk baby, stop moving please”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Cause”

“…Kay”

You groaned again, and moved your pelvis, trying to get his hands to move lower, to their previous position. When that didn’t work, you grabbed Carmy’s hands, and slapped them on your inner thighs, dangerously close to your pussy.

“C’mon Carmy…”

“What?”

“Oh my fucking god. Just touch me, okay?”

“Touch what?”

He had a look of oblivion on his face, and you knew that he hadn’t been receptive to your struggling or whatever pheromones horny women secrete. You softened your voice and grabbed his right hand. Guiding it up your thigh, you placed it on top of your covered mound.

“I want you to touch this… Touch me right here…”

He started grinning, Cheshire-like canines baring themselves to you.

“Ooohh… my baby is needy huh?”

You internally cheered, but kept an innocent face and nodded

“I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you, honey, is that what you need? Need me to touch your pretty pussy huh?”

You spread your legs as Carmen put his hands in your raggedy, lose shorts and pet the curls on top of your pussy, making you sigh in anticipation. His other hand was slowly making its way up your stomach, and he started massaging your breast over your shirt. Slowly, he dipped two fingers lower, teasing your folds, feeling a light sheen of wetness coat his fingers. He shivered and hummed, feeling his own cock stir to life. “Gonna make you feel so good baby, so so good.”

You smiled and got even more comfortable, letting him finger you softly under the low light of the tv. The hand on your breast was circling your clit as he pumped two of his strong fingers in and out at a slow pace, making you so soppy you could hear it.

“Do you hear how wet this pussy is? Fuck baby, this is like heaven; pussy that gets wet just for me… oh she likes that huh? Likes when I talk dirty like that?”

“Yeah, yeah, you fucking know it, stop talking and make me cum Carmen”

A huff. “Brat”

His skilled fingers tweaked and rubbed and slapped until he grabbed your throat, kissing you at an awkward, desperate angle that made you clench around him, gripping him like a vice. He moaned in your mouth, forced your jaw to stay open, and before you could say anything, a dollop of spit landed on your tongue. The climax that was raking through your body was intense, a lone tear streaming down your face as his fingers never stopped fucking you.

“C’mon ride these fingers, make them wet, wanna smell you all day… that’s a good girl, so good for me… yeahhh”

When he pulled his fingers out, you swore you’d come again when he put them in his mouth, savoring your juices like the sweetest thing on earth. You shook your head in disbelief and settled into his chest a little bit more, feeling finally satisfied.

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Ok ok 😩😩

[jangmi-latte]

I CANT HOLD IT IN ANYMORE BUT LEONA SMELLING MALLEUS’ FAINT SCENT ON HIS OMEGA BECAUSE READER HANGS AROUND TSUNOTAROU A BIT TOO MUCH 😃😃👍

☾︎ 8:02 𝐏𝐌 ☽︎ 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎..

𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛

warnings: nsfw because i'm going to make this cockroach eat cacti for dinner for a whole month (possessive leona!!!, mild choking, slight manhandling, and rough!!) ahah, sem...tsk tsk tsk... 📸

leona had always fucking hated ruts.

he hated not being being to rest well because of his erection. he despised having to wake up being pissed, irritated, and ready to punch someone. he doesn't enjoy having to masturbate nearly the whole day to calm down his hormones — he would take rut supressants but he doesn't like the side effects which can give him a headache or something.

and he fucking loathes not being around his omega.

that was before he was mated. he always had to tend to himself during ruts. ruggie doesn't want to come close to him sometimes because he just snaps. either way, leona doesn't want to be around anyone for a week.

but now that he's bonded, where the fuck is the person that SHOULD — no, MUST be around him for 5-7 days?

nowhere.

and that just stimulates too much vexations in him that he's ready to tear up the whole night raven college just having to look for his omega. plus, if his normal pheromones are already strong enough to dominate a room, then his pre and inter rut scent can make you weak.

"i-i'll go get them for you. just stay he— leona—!"

"shut the fuck up."

ruggie halted. now, he's terrified. leona could literally KILL just by looking at you. his pupils are dilated and, visibly, the way his face scowled meant he's ready to murder someone. this is no joke; kingscholar is going feral.

the whole savanaclaw dormitory is, miraculously and terrifyingly, quiet when leona went out of his room. it seems like the vigorous magical shift training he went through wasn’t helping anymore. alpha, beta, omega, they can all smell the heavy scent he was emitting. they would sigh in relief if he wouldn't glance in their direction. after all, he had one objective in mind and that is to get YOU on his BED.

and you pissed him off with your absence, alright.

you knew he was going into rut any time soon. you could smell it, sense it, see it. it was still his pre-heat week, that's what made you so comfortable to be away from him. that's what you kept as an excuse in your head. for what? to be around malleus? an alpha that could make YOUR alpha go feral?

you're playing a dangerous card here, y/n.

two of the nrc's most powerful alphas, most known rivals.

the moment he stepped foot inside the main building, the petrifying strength of his scent has made nearly every student step away, hide in their classrooms, cover their nose, and stare as he walked by. 

he has heightened senses, as an alpha, being in a rut, and being a lion. it didn't take long for him to find you in the library. you didn't even have to see him to know he's coming, before he could enter the library, you could already smell him.

the omega in you nearly had a heart attack. you can smell how pissed he is, how he's ready to teach you a lesson. your heart was beating faster stronger you can smell him and you gulped. his smell was affecting you already. standing up, you ran inside the maze of bookshelves.

you know how leona won't hesitate to carry you back to the dorm. he's strong; you can't talk him out or calm him down with that strength of his.

the door to the library slammed open. students mumbled and whispered as they watched leona go within the aisle of bookshelves. why are you even hiding? he can easily smell you. he can smell the pooling arousal in your underwear after whiffing his scent.

"omega." he growled.

the predator has caught his prey.

you were frozen, a dear caught in headlights. did you really think it was clever of you to run to the corners? the deepest areas of the library? no. you can never outsmart the alpha of alphas.

"l..leona..." you whimpered, pressing your back to the shelf and placing your hands out to him. "okay..okay i'm coming back to the dorm with you—"

and he smelled him on you.

malleus draconia's SCENT was on HIS OMEGA.

that was the final straw, y/n.

he growled, so audibly it made goosebumps crawl your arms and for more slick to come out of your sex. he slapped your hands away and, with just one hand, gripped your neck, pinning you to the shelf (it wasn't enough to hurt or choke you).

you gulped, breathing turned into light pants as you continued to whimper. "a-alpha, i'm sorry—"

"where were you?"

"here—"

"i dare you to lie, omega," he snarled.

don't make him go feral, y/n. he might go for malleus. we don't want a war happening anytime soon.

you whined, "diasomnia.."

leona released your neck, leaving you seconds width to breathe. though, with a step forward, with your sentence abruptly cut off again, you were swung on his broad shoulder and dragged back to savanaclaw.

"wait wait, please i'll behave!" you begged, embarrassed as you watched students stare at you. cheeks feeling hot while you can feel your slick dripping down your thighs. your are engulfed by his scent. you wanted to drool, to bite, to just submit.

"silence." he ordered.

your lips immediately shut.

by the time you arrived to his bedroom, you were thrown on his bed, leaving you no room to escape.

"legs open, omega."

and you willingly obeyed.

© 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢-𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞 2021.

[a-fantastic-time]

"Aren't you with the bats now? What has brought this o-" She stopped when she noticed the glowing green and pink dust all over the cat burglar. A small chuckle leaving her lips as she shook her head and clicked her tongue. "Tsk Tsk Tsk. To think you would do something as amateurish as to knock over my pheromone dust onto yourself, and here I thought you actually wanted to see me." She leaned in and closed the distance, she reached down and gripped her lovely breast, kneading it between her fingers and even yanking her nipple out for her to pull and pinch on. "I wonder if the bats will be made that I play with you for awhile. Harley has been in Arkham all this time, so I haven't had my little cock sleeve to relieve my stress for a few weeks now. I suppose you will have to do."

She said reaching down and removing what little she had on. Exposing her dark green nipples and even more surprising, a massive green veined cock that flopped out of almost nowhere. It would seem this was the reason the blonde clown whore always came crawling back to her, no matter how many times the Joker dicked her down. Ivy ran her fingers over her shaft, sighing in bliss as she finally let it out to breath. "Be a good girl and use these tits of yours on me. I will make sure you enjoy yourself all night long." She raised her hand and blew more of her dust into her face, this time having the added effect of the love potion she normally concocted.

Breaking Into Ivy's Lab

@a-fantastic-time

Selina had enough of poison Ivy. Every other day this woman was in the news for creating some nuisance in gotham. Bruce and Selina had been at it for weeks now. No matter how many times she was put in Arkham, she always broke out to create a bigger rukus than before. Her motive of saving plants was just but her means, her methods were all beyong just. Selina was not as patient as Bruce hence she decided to take matters into her own hands.

That night she decided to break into her facility, and decided to end her life once and for all. At around midnight, catwoman dressed in her outrageous outfit, burgled into the prey's house. She passed through her garden and reached her infamous lab, which was full of different kinds of potion. She tiptoed herself through that. Her tits were barely contained in her suit, and ass was also sticking out. Sometimes she surprised herself that how can she be so athletic with all those baggy assets. That day was an exception. She failed, and toppled over a bottle of phermone, and it broke, causing the unmissable sounds

[sylvia-forest]

⚡Aren't I enough? (One shot - Shaw)⚡

Lmao it's my first time writing a fic so please don't mind my ramblings HAHA and please do share your thoughts (>0<；)!

Splash!

Another water droplet fall on your face from that brat hair's as you're currently encaged between his arms and the wall. The boy in front of you was wearing a black shirt but doesn't mind in buttoning his shirts, chest exposed and you can clearly see the water droplets sliding along his sturdy muscles making you gulping hard but you can't give in since that's this brat plan.

“Hey, let go of me!”

“No way, if I let you go I won't be able to see you after a month.”

“Stop acting like a spoiled kid who's favorite toy is being taken away from him!”

“Tsk, I don't know about this “favorite toy” but you're pretty important to me”

Leans closer, pressing his body on yours making you look only at him.

“Stay…. Don't go….”

“Uhmmm” blushes…

This brat is seriously seducing me! Help! I can't fall for his trap!

“Aren't I enough? Your world only needs my presence so stay by my side….”

Splash! 

Another droplet fell, this time it fell on your dry lips which was currently holding back a lot of emotions, you glup hard as you try to think of excuses but all in vain….

The thick wafts of pheromones drifting in the bathroom was making your hormones on a lose and was clouding your mind making it hard for you to think properly, the only thing was in line of sight was those golden orbs gazing at you with lustful eyes and hiding a teasing glint behind those lustful eyes as if enjoying your current state….

“Please stay…..”

Leans even more closer and plants a kiss on your lips making you lose your last bit of rationality as you finally give in to this sweet honey trap….

In the end you didn't go and spend all your day in the bed indulging in the sweet pleasure laid by this brat…..

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[michiieewrites]

THORST COLLAB: Bakugou - Starving till I tasted you

A/N: First: IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, BEGONE FROM MY BLOG SINCE I WRITE MATURE CONTENT!! This one has been sitting in my documents for almost 2 months now. This week inspiration finally struck me once again tho!

This fic is actually a Thorst Collab between my lovely friends & I on Discord. I’m the first one to post mine, so I can’t wait to see what the others will write!

Now.

STRAP ON YOUR SEATBELTS CAUSE THIS MOTHERF!@#$%CKER IS 4.2K+ WORDS LONG

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If someone told you a year ago that you would have enough money to pay off your student debt, buy your dream apartment, help out your family and friends, move abroad and drive in a ’67 Chevrolet Impala, you would’ve died laughing at the joke.

You told yourself it was stupid, buying that lottery ticket. But here you are; $100.000.000,- on your bank account. A young and now rich Omega in her prime. After making sure you had spend part of it wisely, you made sure to live the rest of your life on interest alone.

The first month had been nice. Decorating your new place, going out for dinner every day, getting a new wardrobe, spoiling yourself silly. You got new nesting materials, softer blankets and bigger pillows. It felt nice. Until it didn’t anymore. It started to feel pointless and empty. You felt like you were becoming one of those people that flaunt their money and that isn’t the type of Omega you are.

So here you are. Sitting in your peach colored dress and a numbered paddle in your hand. Tonight, you attend a charity auction. The charity was a rehabilitation program for criminals who want to get back on the right path.

The auction items aren’t exactly… items. They’re Pro Heroes. People could bid on having a date with some of the most desirable Pro Heroes, Alphas, Betas, Omegas, all of them. Even No. 1 hero Deku and No. 4 hero Red Riot are up for auction, both being Omegas.

One of the last dates are being auctioned and you realize you have been zoning out. Not having bid anything yet, you put up your paddle.

“Going once, going twice… SOLD TO NUMBER 917 FOR TONIGHT’S HIGHEST BID OF $300.000,-! A date with explosion pro hero Ground Zero!”

Oh lord. Yes! You got- wait… You got actually got it? You won a date with Pro Hero Ground Zero. Wasn’t he the one with the explosion quirk? Impressive power and always capturing the villains. What separates him from Deku is his social skills. Or lack thereof, to be more precise. Ground Zero isn’t really the type of hero to stick around the people he saved to see if they’re okay.

On top of all that he’s also an Alpha. Highly sought out by Omegas who want a pup, but not the Alpha. His genes are what people want, not the man himself. His personality also making it harder for people to approach him. And you just won a date with the most desired and aggressive Pro Hero Alpha there is.

“Oi!”

The voice behind you pulled you from your thoughts. The subtle scent of caramelized candy apples caught your attention. You turn around and find a handsome Alpha standing there. Arms crossed, cardinal red eyes watching you and his lips in an almost angry looking pout. This is the man you just bought yourself a date with.

“H-hi!” you manage to stammer out.

With a huff, he places a card on your table. You pick it up and see that it’s a business card from Ground Zero’s agency. At the bottom, writing in sleek handwriting, is a phone number. You look back up at him, ready to ask him why he gave this to you. But he’s already turning around and heading for the exit.

“Just contact me when you wanna plan that date things.”

And just like that, you had Ground Zero’s personal phone number.

 ~ A few days later ~

 You’re sitting at a small booth, sipping on your matcha latte. You were a half hour too early, so you decided it wouldn’t hurt to go ahead and order a drink before Bakugou would arrive. In his very first text he made it clear to call him ‘Bakugou’ and not by his hero name. He said that it would feel too much like an interview otherwise. In return you told him to just call you ‘Y/N’.

After some back and forth texting the last couple of days, you two agreed to meet up at a local coffee shop. Not a lot of people know about this shop. It’s small and the interior looks more like cozy living room than a flashy coffee shop. It was your favorite place to sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee, tea or like right now, matcha latte.

Neither of you had any set plans for the rest of the day. Just kind of going with the flow seemed like the way to go. This would give you the freedom to hopefully have a quiet ‘date’. But you can’t really know that for sure when the person you’re on a date with is a Pro Hero.

The sound of the bell above the front door rings. You look up and see him walk in. Sitting all the way in the back, you can’t even smell him scent. Weren’t Alpha’s supposed to have very strong scents? Maybe he’s on suppressants?

He scans the shop, probably looking for you. His eyes land on you. He walks over and sits across from you. He leans back against the chair and swings his right arm over the arm rest while the left one is resting on the table. His eyes trail down from your face to the drink in your hands.

“I see you couldn’t wait for me to arrive,” he gruffly says.

“Uh-uhm, yeah. Sorry, I was super early. I hope you don’t mind.”

The silence that spreads between you two makes your Omega feel uncomfortable. Something doesn’t feel right and you’re starting to think that the Alpha in front of you truly doesn’t want to do any of this. So, to make it a little more bearable for yourself, you pump out a small amount of calming pheromones. Just to take the edge of this meeting.

Bakugou keeps looking at you. Until he finally picks up the menu card and says: “It’s fine. It’s your day, after all.”

He was right, you figured. But you still wanted him to have a pleasant time today too.

And so the day continues. The conversation isn’t very lengthy or deep. You discuss basic things like work, hobbies, favorite food. After a while the conversation kind of dies down. You suggest you two head out and into town. The man in front of you doesn’t seem overly thrilled about it, but still agrees.

When you go up to the front to pay, you hear him quickly walking up to you. He pulls your arm back. Surprised, you let out a small sound of shock and look up at him. A confused look is on his face and he pulls his hand away from you.

“The heck are you trying to do?”

Confused, you say: “Uh, paying?”

“I see that, but why? Omegas don’t pay when they’re with Alphas.”

Wow. At first you didn’t know how to respond to this remark. True, Omegas usually aren’t the ones paying on dates. In the past an Alpha would go out and hunt for their Omega. Since the hunting days are over and many Omegas work nowadays, treating them on dates are a way to show the Omega they can provide for them.

“Well,” you say as you hand over the money to the Beta barista behind the counter and thank him, “I don’t know about other Omegas, but I’m perfectly capable of paying for drinks too. I can provide just as well as any Alpha.”

You two walk outside and turn left to head into town. You’ve been meaning to go to the bookstore and hopefully find some new reading material. Two birds, one stone, right?

“Tsk, should’ve known a rich Omega like you doesn’t like to be told what to do,” Bakugou mumbles to himself.

You stop in your tracks. What? Was that really what he thought of you? A rich and snobby Omega?

Realizing you’re not walking beside him anymore, Bakugou turns around. Your head is bowed in shame. Normally your scent smells like peaches and hazelnuts, but now it turns into that of rotten fruit. You feel called out. For winning the lottery, for treating this Alpha to some drinks, for basically buying yourself a date with someone who clearly wishes to be anywhere else but here.

Your voice shakes, but you gather all your courage. “I’ll admit I was given a lot more financial freedom recently. And yes, I don’t like being told what to do. I believe everyone should be treated equally, regardless of their second gender. But I have never in my life asked for something. I was taught to work hard, to help people and to help and reward the people that help you.”

You pick up your head and look him straight in the eyes, politely smile and say: “I’m sorry you had to do this. This isn’t really how you planned your day would go. You can go, if you want to.”

As you pass him, determent to still go to the bookstore, you feel a weight being lifted from your heart. It really is unfair to the Alpha to make him go on a date with someone he doesn’t like. Deep down inside your Omega whines sadly. She recognized a good and safe provider in the Alpha, one who isn’t driven by hormones to just get an Omega pregnant. One who isn’t controlled their Alpha status. Too bad his Alpha isn’t interested in the Omega.

“Fuck, crap- wait! Shit!”

The cursing Alpha quickly catches up to you. He stops in front of you, holding up his hands to halt you. “Okay, fuck-just… let me explain.”

You cross your arms at him and wait for him to continue.

“Okay, so… Listen, I’ve been a real dick to you. Not just today, but basically since that charity event when I gave you my card. It was wrong of me assume anything about you. Shit Y/N, you’ve been nothing but nice to me. You don’t mind carrying the cost of a date, you’re not flaunting it around town that you’re spending time with a Pro Hero, you put up with my shitty responses and that isn’t how you should be treated. Or anyone for that matter! You deserve a proper date. So just, maybe I can make it up to you?”

By the end of his apology, Bakugou practically gives you angry puppy eyes in an attempt to ask for forgiveness. He reminds you of an angry Pomeranian. Smiling, you tell him that you forgive him. This day is supposed to be a fun one.

“But! You’ll have to carry the books I’ll buy as a punishment. And just so you know, I always come out with two shopping bags,” you tell him.

Bakugou just grins. “Fine. They’ll probably weigh nothing for me.”

Something in the air changes. A little sniff of your nose helps you identify the change. The scent coming from the Alpha next to you is slightly peaked. You heard that when an Alpha is preening their scents get stronger. You hardly think that’s the reason. Maybe it’s just because he’s in better mood now. Whatever the reason, you find yourself agreeing with your Omega; it’s a very nice scent.

 ~ An hour and a half later ~

 “I’ve never met someone who spends over an hour inside a bookstore!”

“I told you when we came in that it could take a while,” you reply to Bakugou’s complaints.

“You do this with nesting stuff too? You know, blankets and shit,” he asks.

In both his hands, Bakugou is carrying a bag containing close to twenty books you can add to your bookcases back at home. Even underneath the sleeves of his hoodie you can see the muscles of his arms. He’s not as bulky as Pro Heroes Deku and Red Riot, but those muscles are pretty impressive. You bet your money that those thighs could squish a watermelon. You can practically feel the water filling your Omega’s mouth. She wants nothing more than to chomp down on those delicious shoulders. And honestly, you wouldn’t mind that either.

You remember you were asked a question. “I do. How else am I gonna know I made the right choice? All of those blankets and shit, as you put it, go in my nest. I’m at my best with a perfect nest.” A confident smile forms on your face and from the corner of your eye you can see Bakugou looking at you. A small smirk creeps up on his face.

While enjoying our little banter, you both failed to notice the Alpha towards the two of you. Until he opened his mouth. “I bet I can make your nest even better, little Omega.”

The other guy stops right in front of you, completely ignoring the Alpha next to you. You’re shocked and take a step back to create some distance between you again. But the guy doesn’t let up and steps closer again.

“No, now get lost,” you firmly say. This wasn’t the first Alpha-asshole you encountered.

“Awh, why the sour face, baby? Bet I’ll be more fun than the hedgehog here.”

“Oi, asshole! She said to get lost.” The smells of pheromones of two Alphas are dominating the air. The strongest one being the creepy guy, Bakugou’s not so much. You honestly confused on that point. With an Alpha as desirable as Bakugou, you truly expected a stronger scent.

You can’t help but release your own distressed scent. The tension is getting to you. Even other people noticed and are stopping to see how this plays out.

The creep briefly looks at Bakugou before returning his attention on you. “Come on, baby. Ditch this  guy and then you and I can have our fun. What do you say?”

He extends his hand to put it on our waist and before you know it, you slap his hand away and punch him in the face. He stumbles back while cupping his now bleeding nose. Screaming in pain and shouting names at you. He’s beyond pissed; punched by a fucking Omega!

The adrenaline is pumping through you and every instinct in your body is telling you to run. Hide. Find an Alpha to protect you. You’re frozen on the spot. Your mind shutting down.

That’s when you feel a hand tugging you away. Your Omega recognizes the person this scent belongs to. Caramel candy apples. Bakugou.

You don’t know where he’s taking you. Your mind still processing things. All you know is to follow. ‘Cause he’ll lead to safety. Alphas keep Omegas safe. Follow. Safety. Alpha.

By the time you get to take in your surroundings, you realize you’re in an office. An office? What are you doing here? You look around and see a wooden desk with a black leather chair. A small bookcase, a closet and a couch with coffee table. A puffy black rug is covering the wooden floor, complimenting the one black wall behind you. The other walls are a tinted orange color.

The scent hanging in this office is… comforting. Soothing. Safe. You’re safe in here.

You’re seated on the couch. Wrapped in something soft. A blanket. A big, fluffy and soft blanket. The scent is even stronger on the blanket. You slowly inhale, imprinting this delicious mix of sweetness. After a couple seconds you finally notice the man next to you. Bakugou grins as he sees your focus shifting to him.

“I take it the blanket is approved,” he jokes.

You slowly nod. This small little cocoon makes you feel less vulnerable. Just like the presence of Bakugou next to you. It feels right. “Where are we?”

“Oh yeah, fuck. We’re at my agency. This is my office.”

You’re confused. “Your office? Why? I’m sorry, I kind of… froze. Can you tell me what happened afterwards?”

The smile that spreads on his face makes you feel funny inside. “What happened?! Y/N, you punched that fucker right in his fucking face! Shithead had it coming, tho. You just beat me to it. Omega or not, you know how to fight.”

You two look at each other and burst out laughing as you think back to that glorious moment. The creep definitely didn’t see your punch coming. It feels good to know the man next to you thinks you’re a decent fighter. He seems to actually be enjoying your company. Maybe he’s one of those people that are careful with who they get comfortable with. It feels good to know he feels like he can relax a bit more around you now.

You jokingly nudge him and say: “I bet I can even take you on, you big grump.”

“Oh yeah?” His eyebrow is raised, grinning with his canines on display. “Prove it then.”

Knowing a challenge when you see one, you keep your eyes fixed on his cardinal ones and slowly lean in closer. Baring your neck to the side in submission to lure in his Alpha. Your Omega is very pleased by the motion. Just as he moves to lean in too, you throw the blanket in his face, grab his neck and shove him down on the ground. Stradling him and jabbing your elbow into his side, pressing your nails into the skin of his neck.

Smiling down at the man below you; “How’s that, Alpha?”

A short lived victory as he snarls and the two of you roll over, with Bakugou keeping you pinned underneath his weight. He may not look like it, but this man weighs a ton!

“If you’re trying to be a worthy opponent, why not call me by my first name? It’s ‘Katsuki’,” he breathes heavily atop of you.

Next to your ear you hear a low grumbling sound. Still seeing this as a playfight you laugh and reach back. Your fingers finding pressure points in his neck, making him let go of you. This gives you the chance to overpower him again and straddle him once more while holding his wrists above his head.

Victorious once again, you look down. Growling and teeth bared, the air around you growing thick. The smell surrounding you hits you like thunder. The caramelized candy apple scent overwhelming your senses. Your eyes travel down to his neck and see something you failed to notice before; gland patches. Patches to block someone’s scent from becoming too noticeable. That’s why the other Alpha smelled so much stronger. But now, now you’re drowning in it. You can pick up on rage, possessiveness and… arousal. As much as he’s growling and snarling at you, you know that he’s enjoying this too.

Chuckling at you, he cranes his neck. His face now closer to you than a moment ago. “I’m pretty sure I just got my ass handed by the most perfect Omega.” His words push through the alarm bells his instincts are sending off. His Alpha is not pleased about being pinned down. But as it takes in the Omega’s scent of peaches and hazelnuts, it can’t help but lie down and surrender itself to this tasty smelling Omega. An Omega that can fight back. An Omega that can hold him close. An Omega worthy of carrying his pups.

His Omega.

Before either can properly get out any words Bakugou has wrestled his hands free and grabs a hold of your hips while your hands pull his face closer and seal the distance between your lips. The taste of sugar coated apples is even stronger on his lips and you can’t get enough of it.

His fingers press deeply in your skin, kneading the flesh. His hips pushing upwards while holding you in place. The low rumbling sound in the back of his throat being accompanied by your mewling. You wanted more of him, your Omega needed more.

The Alpha makes his displeasure heard. You both part to breathe in fresh air. His lidded eyes are on fire and following every movement you make. Your hands slip down to his collarbones and settle on his shoulders. The path of your hands make Bakugou throw back his head. His body is pressing into yours desperately, like he has no control over it anymore. His growling increases in volume.

Through gritted teeth he manages to speak to you. “Fuck, Omega. What are you doing to me?”

Taking a leap of faith, you answer: “I don’t know. All I know right now is that I need capable Alpha to take care of me. Are you that Alpha, Katsuki?”

Before you can even blink, you’re being rolled over again. This time you’ll let him have his way. His hands are sliding their way up to your chest, grabbing the front of your shirt and tearing it apart. You try to protest, but you’re stopped by the warning growl of his Alpha. You lay back down and occupy yourself with running your fingers through his hair. Your gently massage making the Alpha let out a content sound.

Entranced by the man above you, you hardly even notice his onslaught on your clothes. And his own clothes. Getting those replaced will be a worry for later, your Omega decide. All you need to focus on right now is Katsuki. You want this Alpha to mate you and it needs to happen right now, or else your Omega just might perish on the spot.

That’s when you feel it. The hard and heavy feeling of his cock rutting itself against your core. Your body can’t help but react to it and release a good amount of slick. Katsuki’s mouth nipping along your collarbones as your bare you neck in submission. You feel his fangs graze your scent glands and you start to whimper desperately.

“Fuck, Y/N. Keep making those pretty noises,” Katsuki says.

“Yes, Alpha, yes. Just-ah shit! Just fuck me already!” you loudly exclaim.

Now who is Katsuki to deny such a nice plea from such a good Omega?

Wasting no time, he slides himself inside. The stretch making you cry out for more, deeper, more, anything he can give you. You just know you need more. Barely able to hold himself back from ramming himself inside and fucking you like you’re in a heat, he takes his time for your to fully take him in. A sigh of satisfaction leaves you both when he finally does.

Your legs wrap around his waist and try to pull him deeper in. Your fingers curl around his spikey locks and tug harshly to get him moving. Grunting, Katsuki finally complies. Being buried inside you sends him into over-drive. You feel too damn good around him. He feels too good inside you as he sets in a brutal rhythm. You’re pretty sure no other man could ever make you feel this good. No other Alpha could ever please your Omega ever again. Feeling his body slam into yours like his life depends on it is possibly the best feeling in the world. Your lungs are sending out a mix of his name, pleas for more, for him to go faster.

Katsuki can’t help it, he can’t stop himself anymore. He need to do this, he needs you, his Alpha needs to mate your Omega. Give her everything she wants and all that she’ll take. Only the best for his Omega, he will be worthy of giving her pups.

You can feel the base of his cock starting to inflate. His knot. His knot is growing. As soon as you notice, you start to claw at his back. A need filling you till the point you’re almost bursting.

“Alpha! Knot, please- Alpha, knot me- I need- Need your knot, Alpha!” you scream in desperation.

He wants to. Oh, he wants to so badly. But in the back of his mind there’s one braincell left that tells him that now is not the time nor the place. His Omega deserves better.

“You deserve better than to be knotted in my office, Y/N,” he moans, “please give me a chance to give you something better one day. I’ll be the best fucking Alpha there is!”

You love the sound of that. Something better. Somewhere in the future. A future with Katsuki. “Yes, Kastuki! Only you, you’re the only Alpha, please, I’m so cl-“

The moment he sinks his teeth into the flesh just above your collarbone, you’re send into a world of blinding lights and exploding fire. His name keeps falling from your lips. The waves of fire keep pulsing through your body.

The tight grip around him becomes too much for Katsuki. He needs to pull out or else he’ll knot you for sure. When he you keep chanting his name, he pulls out and covers you in thick, long, white streams of his cum. Covering you in his seed, marking you as his in an obscene, but beautiful way.

“Look at you, perfectly covered in my cum,” he pants.

You preen at the compliment. A content scent is released. The smell of a happily fucked Omega. Katsuki could get addicted to this smell.

With the shredded pieces of clothing he cleans you up. He pulls the blanket you discarded earlier over you both as he lies down next to you. Your tired and warm body cuddles closer to him. He drinks in your scent a you purr softly.

“What did you have the blanket for in your office?” you ask with a yawn.

Katsuki looks down at your half-asleep face. A smile forms on his lips as he gently kisses the top of your head.

“I kept it for my future mate.”

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Aural Fixation

He can’t say he’s imagined such things (because he hasn’t, would never; big dumb sexless space oaf, that’s him) but if he were to start, he might imagine that’s a sound Rose makes during arousal.

Not that he’d know. Or imagine. Because he doesn’t and he hasn’t.

(Warning: here there be smuts.)

***

CLANK.

“Oh, for goodness’ sake!”

Halfway down the hall, the Doctor chuckles. “Need any help in there?”

Another clank, and he can just make out the sound of Rose swearing under her breath. “No,” she calls back.

“Really? Cos it sounds like you picked a fight with the wardrobe,” the Doctor teases, “and you’re losing.”

A loud Ka-CHUNK sounds in response. “I’m fine!” Rose insists stubbornly.

Shaking his head, the Doctor laughs. “What could you possibly be doing to cause that racket?” he asks, doubling back toward the wardrobe room.

“It’s not me, it’s this stupid busted thing,” says Rose’s voice, and the Doctor steps inside the room to see the outline of her body, silhouetted against the back of a folding-screen; from the looks of it, this stupid busted thing refers to the automatic lace-puller, attached to Rose’s silhouette by two shadow-strings. Normally cheerfully upright, the outline of the lace-puller is now slumped, wheezing a little, and yep, that’s the faintest hint of smoke rising from its vents.

The Doctor tsks. Only got a couple of centuries out of the thing. Typical rubbish Grishtal workmanship.

“Sure you don’t need help?” the Doctor asks.

“Not unless you know how to lace up a corset.”

“I’m sure I can figure it out,” he replies confidently, striding forward. “How hard can it be?”

Rose laughs. “I dunno, you might be—”

Without warning, the Doctor pushes the folding-screen aside to find Rose standing between a mirror and the auto-lacer, hair coiffed, corset half-laced and strings pulled taut, wearing nothing else but a pair of extremely anachronistic (not to mention extremely tiny) knickers. She’s staring at him over her shoulder, wide eyes growing wider, pink cheeks blooming pinker.

“—surprised,” she finishes breathlessly, and neither of them are laughing now.

Fortunately, the Doctor’s mind is a far more impressive machine than the auto-lacer, and its many many gears and cogs only falter for the briefest of moments. It’s nothing to be shocked by, after all. Rose or not, there’s nothing unusual about the display in front of him. It’s just a body. A human body. They’re all more or less the same. Skin, hair, curves. Undergarments. Surprisingly small undergarments that hide very little. Nothing to be startled about. Certainly nothing to bluster over.

“What are you wearing those for?” he blurts out, staring at the pants, and internally kicks himself.

Rose’s eyebrow piques incredulously. “You want to know why I’m wearing knickers?”

The Doctor rolls his eyes. “No, I’m saying that if you’re gonna go through the effort to put on something historically accurate like that—” he says, gesturing to the corset, “—you might as well commit to the whole kit. You know. Bloomers and such.”

“What do you know about bloomers?” Rose laughs.

“I know modern-day pants are an anachronism.”

“And I know no one’s gonna be seeing them anyway. Well, except you now, I guess. Not totally sure you count, though,” she teases, looking the Doctor up and down.

“Gee, thanks,” the Doctor says wryly, watching as Rose struggles to pull her laces free of the auto-lacer’s vicelike grip. “I was gonna offer to help you with that, but now I’m thinking maybe I’ll just leave you to it.”

“No you won’t.”

“Oh no?” asks the Doctor, leaning lazily against a coral strut.

“Nope.” Rose shoots another look at him over her shoulder when he doesn’t move. “You’re too impatient for that.”

“Nah. See, patience is a skill, a discipline, acquired over trials and tribulations over the course of time. And me? I’ve been around for a bit. In fact,” the Doctor says smugly, crossing his arms, “I’d say I’ve had bouts of patience that lasted longer than you’ve been alive.”

Rose smiles at him, her gaze soft and warm, and really, it’s almost maddening, the instant effect that look has on him, the way it makes something go all honeyed in his chest. “Do you really want to stall your adventure just because your companion got trapped by the dressing-machine?” she asks sweetly. “Cos the whole stuck-in-the-car, waiting-cos-the-missus-ain’t-ready-yet bit sounds awfully domestic.”

The Doctor glares at her. Rose smiles at him beatifically, tongue trapped in her teeth. His eyes narrow. Her smile brightens.

Dammit.

“Next time,” he says, even as he grudgingly pushes off away from the strut, “we’re going somewhere and somewhen that does not require complicated underthings.”

“Fine by me,” replies Rose, watching in the mirror as the Doctor approaches the auto-lacer, scanning it with the sonic. Official diagnosis: it is, indeed, busted. “Wouldn’t have gone for the whole historical look anyway, ‘cept I remembered that run-in with the what-d’you-call-‘ems, Henry VIII’s fashion police,” Rose continues.

Chuckling, the Doctor adjusts the setting on the sonic, loosening the auto-lacer’s joints. “Those were just constables, I’m afraid. No fashion police, just coppers getting a little carried away enforcing local sumptuary laws, drunk on an ounce of power. Typical lower-level law enforcement.”

“Yeah, but they didn’t give you or Jack any trouble.”

“All right, sexist typical lower-level law enforcement.” Pulling the laces free from the machine, he turns to Rose. “Now, if you want to talk about literal fashion police—”

He tugs on the corset-laces and Rose stumbles back into him, gasping in surprise.

“Still earning those sea legs?” teases the Doctor.

“Git,” Rose laughs, pushing away. “Give a girl some warning, first!”

“Sort of thought this would give it away,” the Doctor says brightly, giving the laces another little tug.

Rose shoots a dirty look over his shoulder.

His responding grin is perfectly innocent. “I’m only trying to help.”

“Speaking of drunk on power,” Rose mutters, but she’s smiling when she says it, so the Doctor pays it no mind. This time, when the Doctor pulls on the laces, she doesn’t stumble, just rocks back a little. Inwardly, the Doctor grins at that. Her time aboard the TARDIS has earned her some decent sea-legs, after all.

Crossing the laces over each other, the Doctor threads them through the grommets, pulling them taut again, after. He repeats the pattern, pulling the laces snug each time, until he cinches a little tighter and Rose lets out a sharp breath in response.

“All right there?” he asks.

“S’fine,” she says, but in the mirror, she looks a little winded.

“I can loosen up.”

“It’s fine,” Rose repeats, straightening up a little. “Just—sometimes it sort of pushes the air out of your lungs, is all.”

The Doctor shrugs and sets back to work. Cross, weave, thread, pull.

Rose gasps.

Glancing up again, the Doctor frowns. “There’s no use in you getting all dolled-up if you can’t breathe.”

“I can breathe just fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“I don’t want you fainting in the middle of the opera.”

“Oh, god forbid I should miss the opera,” Rose teases.

“I mean it,” he says, and he starts lacing again. “You faint, I’m not lugging your dead weight around. Not with whatever massive frock you’re undoubtedly planning to wear over this.”

“Oh whatever, just take the dress off.”

Something goes funny in the Doctor’s stomach and he yanks the laces hard. Rose’s footing slips a little and she gasps, the sound just the littlest bit strangled this time. Before the Doctor has a chance to apologize, Rose shakes her head.

“Don’t stop,” she says, and is it him, or has her voice gone just a little bit breathy?

“Might as well get it over and done with,” she adds quickly.

Fair enough. He goes back to it, cross, weave, thread, pull, cross, weave, thread, pull, and the little sound that escapes Rose doesn’t sound like a gasp, so much as a—

Well. No. It sounds exactly like a gasp. Just not the sort of gasp one typically makes while one is getting dressed. He risks another look up at the mirror and oh no, no, that’s a mistake, because Rose isn’t looking him in the eye anymore, instead she’s staring into nothing, biting her lower lip so hard it’s gone white as her chest gently heaves, soft pink blooming over her décolletage. And if the Doctor didn’t know any better, he’d think he caught just the lightest whiff of pheromones dusting the air.

It suddenly occurs to the Doctor that his offer of help might have gotten him more than he bargained for.

He should stop, he thinks, before Rose cottons on that he’s cottoned on and things get awkward. Or, would that make it worse, if he stopped, and then Rose would know for certain that he knew? They’ve already established that he doesn’t really. Know, that is. About this sort of thing. Well, no, she knows he knows, but she doesn’t know how much he knows, and she still seems fairly convinced he doesn’t know anything at all. So.

So the surest way to maintain decorum is to play dumb, right? Play dumb, spare Rose’s blushes, preserve plausible deniability. Just be an idiot. Capital plan.

He crosses and weaves and threads and pulls again and Rose lets out another strangled noise and he can’t say he’s imagined such things (because he hasn’t, would never; big dumb sexless space oaf, that’s him) but if he were to start, he might imagine that’s a sound Rose makes during arousal.

Not that he’d know. Or imagine. Because he doesn’t and he hasn’t.

And he crosses and weaves, threads and pulls and crosses and weaves, threads and pulls again and she swallows back a pant and he accidentally looks up to see her in the mirror again, eyelashes fluttering, still biting that lower lip, biting so hard he’s surprised she hasn’t drawn blood, and her cheeks and ears have gone pink to match the blush of her chest, which, coincidentally, is getting more and more difficult for the Doctor to ignore, either due to its color or its motion or the fact that her breasts bloody damn well look like they’re about to escape this godsforsaken corset any second now—

Cross, weave, thread, yank and Rose stumbles backward again with the force of it, smacking into the Doctor with a bodily thud.

“Leverage!” he announces before either of them have a chance to react, because her face in the mirror and her body pulled against his are decidedly not helping things. “Need leverage to wrap up a task like this,” he adds, dropping the laces so he can grab Rose by the arms and walk her over to the nearest coral strut, blessedly out of the mirror’s view. “It’s all about the physics, see,” he continues, placing Rose’s hands on the strut. “Right amount of leverage, right amount of force; hang on and you’ll be sorted in a tic.”

He picks up the laces and pulls them again, pulls them tight and crosses and weaves and oh, oh no, oh this is even worse somehow than before, because now instead of Rose’s whole body rocking toward him, it’s just her hips and bum, inching back and forth with every tug of the strings, offering a graphic preview of what it would look like if—

Nope. Nope. Can’t think like that won’t think like that mustn’t think like that but it’s too late to change tactics now, just got to ignore the scent and the heat and the view and the sounds and her and move as quickly as possible, wrap this up before his stupid overactive senses pick up on anything else. Rose clings to the strut as he works, biting back her gasps from the sound of it, but the Doctor can still hear her breath trying to escape, can’t help but notice the trembling in her legs. He focuses intently on the work in front of him, fingers and hands working rapidly to finish, and if the laces miss a grommet or two—well, that’s not a flustered mistake. It’s a stylistic flourish. Yeah. He can work with that.

“Done,” he announces, and he’s very pleased with how even and calm his voice sounds despite everything rioting in his head, very pleased indeed. “The chore is complete; you have been properly cinched, tucked, and flattened in all the right places. The inability to properly breathe or move is now totally yours.”

“Thanks,” Rose laughs, and the Doctor pointedly ignores how shaky the sound is, the way she gulps for air.

“Need any help with anything else?” he asks, stepping back, hands firmly lodged in pockets. “Socks? Shoes? Hat?”

“Bloomers?” she jokes, turning to face him.

“What, and undo all my hard work? Should have thought about that before you put the corset on.”

“I’ll just pull ‘em on over top.”

“Rose,” replies the Doctor, all faux-scandalized mock-sternness. “Bloomers go on before the corset. Every time traveler knows that.”

Rolling her eyes, Rose crosses back to the mirror. “Well then, next time I’ll be sure to get your input before I get dressed,” she laughs shakily.

The Doctor watches her as she puts the finishing touches on her makeup. His eyes do not wander down the line of her shoulderblades or the exaggerated curve of her waist or the slope of her hips or the completely bare stretches of her legs, but stay firmly fixed on the reflection of her face in the mirror; the idea of a pre-clothing Rose is more intriguing than it has any right to be, but the Doctor pushes that to the side. It’s easy enough, now that the risk of imminent danger has passed.

She’s fine, now. He’s fine, always. Nothing happened, not really. Anyway they’re back in safe territory, where they belong. Even if it is secretly just a little bit satisfying to realize exactly what kind of effect he can have on her, if he so chooses.

He hides a grin. Luckily he, the Doctor thinks smugly, is not so easily affected.

“Unless you’ve got any other chores for me, I’ll leave you to it,” says the Doctor, stepping back. “But don’t take it easy just cos I’m not in here anymore. We’re still sticking to a strict schedule. Chop-chop.”

“You got it,” says Rose, lining her lips with lipstick. “Oh, and Doctor?” she calls, after he’s made it a few steps away.

He stops and turns. “What’s that?”

“Would you send Jack in here?”

His brow furrows in confusion, and once again, he resolutely ignores the view laid out in front of him. “Why?” he asks.

Finishing her lipstick, Rose meets his gaze in the mirror. “In case I need help with any other chores,” she says simply.

Shocked, the Doctor grasps for any kind of witty rejoinder, or any sense of anything really, any at all. But all he can do is turn and leave, before Rose sees him gaping like some kind of slack-jawed idiot.

Nope, he thinks furiously. Not affected at all.

 ***

 The incident is all but forgotten by the time Rose has finished getting ready (having taken her time about it, too, and demonstrating absolutely no remorse whatsoever), and by the time Jack is finished getting ready (how in all the hells did he manage to take even longer than Rose, the Doctor wonders?), the incident has left his brain entirely. Now he’s just tapping his foot impatiently, glancing down at his wristwatch every so often as Rose and Jack gush at each other about oh, how very splendid they both look.

Literally all of time and space at their disposal, and the two of them are making googly-eyes at each other instead. How did the Doctor ever allow himself to become party to this?

“You hens done clucking?” he asks when fifteen minutes have gone by, with no end in sight.

“Oh, hush,” Jack tuts. “You’re just jealous no one’s mooning over you right now.”

“I’m plenty happy outside the moonlight, thanks.”

“You’d be even happier in it,” drawls Jack, swaggering his way. “C’mon Doc, when’s the last time you got gussied-up for anything?”

The Doctor gestures to his shirt. “Changed my jumper. What more do you want?”

“A suit every once in a while couldn’t hurt,” Rose calls out.

“A long walk on the beach, dinner for three and drinks to match wouldn’t hurt my feelings, either,” says Jack with a wink.

The Doctor glares at the two of them. “Good grief. There’s just no pleasing you two, is there?”

“Nope,” replies Rose, and she and Jack both laugh. The Doctor has every intention of continuing to glower at both of them, reducing them both to duly chastened quietude, but then Rose sidles up to him, threading her arm through his.

“Ready to go?” she asks, with that stupid pretty tongue-touched grin of hers.

Suddenly it’s difficult to pretend to be irritated anymore.

Later, of course, he doesn’t have to pretend at all.

“Sure, let’s go to the opera, says Jack,” the Doctor grumbles under his breath, sonic screwdriver whirring in one hand as he cards through coat after cloak after coat after cloak with the other. “I love the nineteenth century, says Jack. No one’s gonna try to abduct me there, says Jack!”

“S’pose that’s what we get for traveling with a Time Agent,” muses Rose, who does not seem even remotely bothered that they’ve spent an hour in the cloakroom instead of watching the opera. In fact, the Doctor has a sneaking suspicion she prefers it.

“S’pose that’s what we get for traveling with Jack,” he mutters darkly.

Busy digging in the pocket of a grand overcoat (which does not have bottomless pockets as far as the Doctor is aware, but has large enough pockets anyway), Rose spares him a knowing smile. “I think that was code for Actually, I quite like the fellow, he livens up the place.”

“Wasn’t aware the place needed livening-up.”

“Oh, come off it,” Rose teases gently. “You like him. It’s okay to admit it.”

The Doctor sniffs before moving onto the next cloak. Maybe he’ll be lucky enough to find the reservation in there; maybe the thirty-eighth time’s the charm. “He’s a scoundrel,” he insists.

“And let me guess: you happen to like nice men.”

Distracted, it takes the Doctor half a second to recognize the exchange. “Quoting Star Wars will get you nowhere, you know,” he says drily.

“Wasn’t quoting Star Wars.” Rose flashes a grin his way as she pats down another coat. “That was The Empire Strikes Back.”

“Close enough.”

“Close enough? Not by a long shot!” she laughs. “It’s easily the best of the three. The best by miles.”

“And it just happens to be the one with a surplus of Harrison Ford.”

“Well yeah, that’s definitely not a drawback, but that’s not all.” Rose pulls a small card out from the coat, holds it up, and frowns. “What’s the name of the hotel again?”

“The Grosvenor.”

Rose sighs and puts the card back where she found it before moving on. “Anyway,” she says, “it’s not just Harrison Ford. The Empire Strikes Back has the best story of the lot, by far. Daring chase scenes, massive clashes between good and evil, swelling music, epic romance—”

“Ahhh,” says the Doctor knowingly, rifling through a lady’s-purse. “Of course.”

“Of course, what?”

“Of course, romance.”

Rose doesn’t look up, too busy feeling her way through a cloak’s silk lining. “What about it?”

“Just not surprising, is all. Lots of humans like romance. In fact, I’d venture to say most of you do.”

“That a bad thing?”

He shakes his head, abandoning the purse in favor of a cloak. “No, not at all. Just means you lot are entirely predictable.”

“What, and you’re not?”

“…definitely heard something,” another voice is saying, drifting into the Doctor’s field of hearing along with the sounds of bootsteps advancing ever-closer, and he recognizes both sounds as those belonging to a pair of Time Pirates—Jack’s captors. Before either he or Rose have a chance to finish their thoughts, the Doctor grabs her about the waist, yanking her deep into the cloaks and coats with him and pulling them both to the floor. Rose’s lips part for a small yelp of surprise but the Doctor clamps his hand over her mouth before it has a chance to escape, holding her firm against him. Probably she thinks he’s gone a little batty—her hearing’s not as good as his, after all, so his actions must seem completely out of the blue—but she stills once the bootsteps reach earshot, once she understands.

The Doctor has scarcely half a second to whisk Rose’s skirts safely out of view behind the heavy cloaks before the two sets of boots reach the cloakroom entrance, footfalls thudding heavy and ominous over the floor.

“You sure?” asks the other Pirate. “I didn’t hear anything.”

Rose starts to slip against the Doctor (curse her silky-satin dress, the thing’s got no bloody sense of friction) but the Doctor anchors her to him before she has a chance to slide, to make any noise. A torch-beam shines into the cloakroom, traveling over the coats and cloaks and furs; one of the intruders steps inside and the Doctor can feel Rose holding her breath, her exhales no longer hitting his hand, her ribcage no longer expanding and contracting beneath his palm. Neither of them dares to move.

The Pirate stops. Between two of the coats, the Doctor can just barely make out that the bloke is glancing around, but not really taking anything in.

With a grunt, the Pirate switches off the torch, stowing it on his belt. “Must’ve imagined it.”

“Or it was rats,” the other Pirate supplies. “This period’s full of ‘em.”

“Everything isn’t always rats, Vigge,” sighs his partner, as if this is a particular sticking-point between them. “C’mon, let’s go find the others.”

The Doctor lets out a silent sigh of relief at the sound of departing boots. It’s bloody awkward hiding like this, his arms cinched around Rose while she’s sat in his lap, neither of them able to shift to anything more comfortable. The sooner they can get up, the better. Fortunately, fading footfalls let him know the guards are leaving, and he moves to shift Rose off his lap.

A third pair of boots approaches. Rose and the Doctor both freeze.

“Seen anything?” asks the third voice.

“Nothing yet. You’re sure they’re not still in the theatre?”

“Positive,” the third voice confirms. “The box seat’s empty; that Doctor-bloke and his bird are both gone.”

One of the Pirates swears beneath his breath. “We’ll have to scour every inch of the place, then.”

Peering between the coats, the Doctor can make out the three Pirates talking, discussing how best to search the opera house. Hopefully it’ll be a brief bit of chatter, the Doctor thinks, but as the conversation wears on, it quickly becomes apparent that it’s not destined to end any time soon.

Of course, thinks the Doctor exasperatedly. Why wouldn’t they pick this exact place and moment for a nice long chat? He’s only trapped behind a couple dozen fur-and-woolen cloaks with Rose plastered up against him, Rose getting increasingly warm and undoubtedly uncomfortable in his arms, neither of them able to move to improve the situation for fear of alerting the three very-much-armed Time Pirates. Of course, why wouldn’t the universe conspire against him like this?

Granted, in terms of Rose’s rising body temperature, it probably doesn’t help that the Doctor’s wrapped so snugly around her. But at this point, he’s honestly not sure what he can do. He can’t move his hand from her waist; he’s got her skirts pinned there, pressed between her bodice and his palm, and if he moves, he risks the skirts spilling into view. At least he had the presence of mind to shift his other hand away from her mouth, give her a little more space to breathe. But he did not, it appears, have the presence of mind to pay any attention to where that hand might settle afterward, and only now does he realize that his forearm has fallen to rest very gently against her chest, fingertips ghosting against her throat.

Alarm bells start ringing faintly in his head. He can’t shift that arm too much more; they’re surrounded by cloaks and any such movement would surely draw attention either through motion or sound. The only thing he can really do is perhaps lift away from her a little bit, let his hand float awkwardly in the liminal no-man’s-land where her breath lives. No longer touching, but still ridiculously close. Of course, once again, that brings up the issue of acknowledging that something is happening, and something is awkward, and you’ve officially Drawn Attention To It, and now there it is, stewing in the mortification of being recognized. Whereas if he pretends everything is normal—which it is, he tells himself stubbornly, because skin is just skin, doesn’t matter whether parts of it are bare and soft and hers—then no awkwardness need be experienced by either party involved.  

Not that he’d know about any of that. Because he doesn’t, and even if he does, he certainly doesn’t think about it, or notice it, much like he’s definitely not noticing how Rose’s breathing has gone shallow, and her heartrate has sped up, and one of her hands is clenching in her skirt. Doubtful the Pirates can hear it—like Rose and any other human, their hearing can’t rival his—but the Doctor sure as hell can. He hears her swallow, too, and, close to her as he is, he smells it again, that unmistakable tinge of pheromones, soft and musky and faintly sweet. And he can’t help but notice (can’t help it, really) that despite her shallow breaths, her chest is still rising and falling, bringing her breasts into whispering contact with the inside of his arm and the corner of his palm. If she breathed any deeper, he’d surely get a handful.

The Doctor scolds himself for thinking such things, trying fiercely to rein himself back in, but the glance of her skin against his is near-electric, the feel of her pressed against him is overwhelming, the scent of her, intoxicating. Suddenly he’s forgetting why it’s a bad thing for the two of them to be trapped in here like this, pressed tightly together like the pages of a fresh book. His eyes fall to half-mast as they trace the elegant slope of her shoulder and neck, impossibly close to his mouth, begging to be kissed. And she’d love that, wouldn’t she? Love for him to press his lips to her skin, worshipping her, marking her, claiming her. He’s so close now his lips can feel the warmth of her flesh, burning the scant air between them, or maybe that’s just the oxygen molecules buzzing with excitement, like atmosphere before a lightning strike, and her pulse beneath his fingertips is thunderous—

The heavy thud of departing footsteps abruptly informs him that the conversation outside the cloakroom has ended, and the coast will soon be clear again. The Doctor draws a deep breath, catching himself.

He almost fell. He very much wanted to. It’s been such a long time. And with Rose—

The Doctor shuts down that line of thought before it can develop any further, giving himself the mental equivalent of a sharp slap to the face. He hasn’t got any idea what to do with Rose, not really. Yes, her body is giving off a multitude of signs that seem rather obvious, but that’s just what bodies do, sometimes. Mix the close proximity, a dash of friction, a whole heaping load of chemistry, and that’s what you get. Bodies reacting the way bodies do. Not his, of course, not without his express wishes, but that’s what human bodies do. Human reactions for human people. And Rose is nothing if not human.

That’s right. He put up that barrier for a reason, that wall between him and the world, that line drawn in the sand between him and Rose. They’ve skirted that line enough today, flirted with it more than enough. It’s time for him to take responsibility, get his head out of the clouds and stop playing games. Nothing good can come of them nudging the line any further, no matter how brightly Rose smiles at him, no matter how sweet her kisses may be. Not that he’ll ever find out about that last one.

He collects his wits and draws his barriers close. “Rose,” he says quietly. “We should really—”

“Yeah,” says Rose, voice clipped as she shifts off his lap to stand upright, and the Doctor resolutely does not think about how cold he is now, without her body clasped to his. After smoothing out her skirts, Rose reaches down to help him off the floor. Grinning, the Doctor accepts.

“All right?” he asks despite himself, but Rose doesn’t answer; instead she watches him as he stands, eyes searching his. The Doctor gets the instinct impression that he’s being evaluated, somehow. Appraised.

“Rose?” he prompts, and she shakes herself.

“Oh yeah, everything’s fine,” she says, and maybe he just imagined it all, because now she sounds perfectly normal.

“Yeah?” he asks anyway.

“Yeah. You know,” she says, turning to continue her search. “Just thinking about Jack.”

“Right,” says the Doctor, feeling, strangely, as if he was just kicked in the shins. “Of course.”

It only makes sense that Rose would be thinking of Jack right now. He was just kidnapped, after all. It’s only natural he’d be on her mind. For the kidnapping, and no other reason. Certainly nothing to do with flushed skin and pumping adrenaline and soft little noises and the buzzing potential energy of bodies pressed close in tight spaces. Those things wouldn’t make Rose think of Jack at all. Not even a little bit.

Not that such a thing would bother the Doctor. Because it wouldn’t.

 ***

 The good news is, there’s plenty of good news: they’re able to locate a reservation for the proper hotel, thereby raising no eyebrows when the Doctor and Rose show up at the front desk requesting their room key, and like so many other sentient beings in the universe (really, he’s in good company), the desk clerk is fully taken in by the psychic paper, firmly believing that the Doctor and Rose are, in fact, Mr. and Mrs. Henri Flugenstaff; additionally, locating and breaking into the Pirates’ room is easy as rewiring a quantum rotor, and the rest of the hotel floor is blessedly empty when they do so, meaning no awkward encounters with nosy guests or suspicious staff.

The bad news is, once they enter the room, Jack’s captors (and more significantly, Jack) are nowhere to be found.

“Any idea where they went?” Rose asks.

“Not yet,” murmurs the Doctor, kneeling down to better inspect the faint traces of silvery powder on the carpet, almost invisible even to his keen eye. A reading from the sonic confirms his suspicions: the powder contains traces of Retro-Oganesson and Nihonium-3. Unmistakable evidence that the Time Pirates were here; no clues regarding where they went next.

“Might as well search the room for clues, right?” asks Rose.

“Right.” The Doctor sets the sonic against the carpet, following the path of silvery powder illuminated by the screwdriver’s ghostly blue glow. It guides him across the rug, around the bed, to the fireplace poking out from the wall opposite Rose. For her part, Rose is rifling through the items left behind on the writing-desk; given the general state of disarray of the desk, and the room, it’s clear that the Pirates left in a hurry, so there’s every chance they left something important behind. The Doctor takes just a second to appreciate the view, allowing himself a soft grin at Rose poking around for clues like a blonde little Sherlock Holmes.

“I hope he’s okay,” says Rose, peering beneath the inkwell.

The Doctor blinks. “Who?”

“Jack,” Rose replies, as if the answer is obvious.

The Doctor huffs. “He’s fine. Probably sliding out of their clutches as we speak.”

Laughing at that, Rose pulls open a desk-drawer. “Yeah, you’re right. He’s probably seducing his captors right about now.”

“You say that like it’s a good thing.”

“You say that like it’s not,” Rose laughs.

The Doctor grunts noncommittally, inspecting the inside of the fireplace.

“What was that?” asks Rose.

“Oh, nothing,” the Doctor hmphs. “Just, there it is again. Humans and romance.”

At that, Rose turns to face him, her eyebrow piqued. “And just what have you got against romance, anyway? Did romance offend you somehow, today?”

“It didn’t,” the Doctor lies cheerfully.

“There’s nothing wrong with liking any of that stuff, you know.”

“Oh, I’m aware.”

“Really? Cos it feels like you’re gonna launch into a lecture on silly apes and their silly feelings any minute now.”

“I never said feelings were silly.”

“You didn’t have to.”

The Doctor stops his search inside the fireplace so he can look at her. “Something on your mind, Rose?”

“No,” she replies stubbornly.

“Good,” says the Doctor, and he resumes his search.

“Just makes me glad Jack’ll be back soon.”

The Doctor’s nostrils flare and the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end as something hot slithers into the pit of his belly, smoldering there. “Don’t worry, we’ll find your boyfriend soon enough,” he replies, his voice tight.

“It’s just nice to have another human on the TARDIS, is all I mean,” Rose says, and the Doctor absolutely does not notice how she didn’t correct him on the boyfriend bit. “Cos you seem to think so much human stuff is stupid, and Jack doesn’t.”

“Oh, is Jack the gold standard now?”

“When it comes to feelings? Compared to you, yeah, he is.”

“Look, do you want to find him or not?” he asks, glaring at her. “Cos if you do, I’d advise more searching, less yammering.”

If the force of his glare affects Rose, she doesn’t show it. “Someone’s moody today,” she mutters before turning back to the desk.

“Not moody, just demonstrating a wide range of all those feelings you’re so fond of.”

“All the grumpy ones, maybe. And I’m not so fond of those.”

“And I suppose Jack’s never grumpy, then,” the Doctor says conversationally. “That it? No, not perfect Jack, of course not, never. Just the perfect blend of gentleman, boyfriend, and scoundrel, him. The ideal human mate!”

Rose shakes her head. “I’m sorry, the what-now?”

“It’s fine, Rose,” the Doctor says, forcing on a grin that’s surely strained. “You don’t need to explain yourself. You don’t owe me that. You don’t owe me anything. We’ll just find Jack, and then you two can run off and have your fun and your romance. All right?”

“Have my—what are you even talking about?” asks Rose, stalking up to him. “Where is all of this coming from?”

“Observation, mostly,” the Doctor says pleasantly.

“Right. I don’t know what you think you’ve observed, but—”

And suddenly both of them snap to attention at the sound of a key in the lock, the door-handle jiggling loudly in the quiet.

In the split-second that follows, the Doctor tries to think—run? Nowhere to run, they’re in a tiny hotel room; hide? But surely they’ve already been heard—but Rose’s brain must be working a little faster than his somehow, because before he’s even had a chance to react, she’s shoved him flat on the bed and she’s straddling him by the waist, ducking down to press a bruising kiss to his mouth.

The Doctor’s brain grinds to a halt.

She—they—she just—he—

He’s never had an experience where both of his hearts stopped for a good reason, before.

“Cleaning servi—oh, oh my!” gasps a voice by the door.

Rose sits back at the sound and through the fog currently short-circuiting his brain the Doctor manages to look over at the door, to see a middle-aged cleaning maid standing there, clutching her cleaning-cart and blushing furiously.

“Blimey!” she squeaks, shielding her eyes. “Begging your pardon, sir, ma’am, I thought you were out for the evening!”

“Not anymore, I’m afraid,” Rose laughs, which is just as well, because the Doctor is too busy reeling to find his voice (or even his thoughts) at the moment. At least his hands had enough sense to plant themselves on Rose’s waist so they’re not flailing about like a pair of nerve-addled bats.

“Still on the honeymoon,” Rose continues, flashing the maid a shy but winning grin. Her voice is just the littlest breathy and shaky and very convincing, so much so that even the Doctor could almost believe the two of them had just been—well.

“You know how it is,” Rose adds, coyly biting her lip.

“Aye, once upon a time I did, ma’am,” the maid chuckles. “I’ll see to it you’re not disturbed the rest of the evening.”

“Thanks,” Rose laughs breathily before pushing the Doctor back down on the bed, kissing him passionately as the maid closes the door behind her. Her lips part against his, warm and sweet and betraying just the slightest hint of moisture as—

As a loud click lets them know the door is locked once again, and then Rose immediately stops, breaking the kiss. Pulling back, she locks eyes with the Doctor, her cheeks almost as bright as the housekeeper’s. Several long seconds tick agonizingly by, marked only by the fluttering of Rose’s lashes, the gentle heaving of her chest.

Rose’s lips part, like she might say something (or like she might bend down and kiss him again, the Doctor almost hopes) but he must be looking at her with the universe’s most daft expression, mouth agape and eyes wide as saucers, because the next thing he knows, she’s lifting herself off of him, smoothing back her hair and resituating her dress.

The Doctor sits up after her, forcing himself to stop staring. What is he, some kind of idiot?

“Sorry,” Rose laughs, all traces of breathlessness gone.

“S’all right,” the Doctor’s mouth says for him; his brain is still catching up.

“Although you’ve got to admit,” Rose adds, resuming her investigation of the room as if absolutely nothing just happened, “as a diversion it was fairly effective.”

The Doctor scratches the back of his neck. “I’ve had worse.”

“And I’ve had better,” Rose teases, her tongue trapped between her teeth. “You’re a little rusty, Doctor.”

“Excuse me,” the Doctor huffs indignantly, “maybe I just need a little more advance notice than your average boy-toy.”

“Well, as an above-average boy-toy, I’m sure Jack would be happy to give you some pointers.”

And there it is again, that feeling of something hot sizzling in his chest. “And I’m sure he can go sod right off,” says the Doctor, surprising himself.

Rose shoots him a dirty look over her shoulder. “What’s gotten into you? What’s with this mood today, why are you so cross with Jack?”

“I’m not.”

“You are, you’ve been saying nasty little things about him all day.”

“I haven’t.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” says Rose, righting the frame of a crooked painting on the wall. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were acting jealous again.”

The hot feeling grows hotter. “I’ve got nothing to be jealous about,” insists the Doctor.

“’Course not,” mocks Rose. “Cos you’ve never gotten jealous about sharing me with another man, before.”

“Shouldn’t have to,” he mutters.

“What was that?”

“I said I shouldn’t have to,” the Doctor says loudly.

“What? Get jealous, or share me?”

The Doctor’s fists ball at his side. Either one, he doesn’t say.

“Whatever,” scoffs Rose, as if he’d gone ahead and spoken the words aloud. “Not like it makes any difference anyway.”

The hot feeling pulses in his chest and pounds in his ears and maybe it’s because of the kiss or maybe it’s because Rose already seems to have forgotten it or maybe it’s just because of this bloody damn day but that line in the sand is growing dangerously thin, all of a sudden, and before he gives himself the chance to think better of it, the Doctor is pushing off the bed and striding towards the door, grabbing a chair so he can wedge it beneath the door-handle before he stalks over to Rose.

“What?” she mocks. “Don’t want the maid to see us having a row? That too domestic for—”

The Doctor pins her to the wall, grasping her by the chin to pull her up for a punishing kiss. She gasps against his mouth and fuck, he wants to take advantage of that opening, he really does, wants to force her mouth open so his tongue can dart inside and really properly tease her, taste her, but he settles for prolonging the kiss, offering no quarter and no mercy until Rose has to pull back, panting for breath. She looks up at him with eyes wide from shock and—and gods, he hopes that’s not fear he sees, because that would kill him, it really would.

He doesn’t want to frighten her. He just wants her to see. Wants her to know.

But there’s still that goddamn line to preserve.

Drawing back a little, the Doctor braces himself with both hands against the wall, one on either side of Rose. “Tell me to stop,” he says quietly, even as he cages her in, even as every atom in his being is screaming for her.

Jaw set, defiant once again, Rose shakes her head No.

Oh. That’s not fear in her eyes. That’s not fear at all.

Relief washes the line away like the ocean at high tide and the Doctor lets himself fall.

He leans in and kisses her again, claiming her mouth with a fierceness that leaves no room for doubt. He might worry that he’s being too rough, too soon but Rose is giving as good as she gets, yanking him in by the lapels as she deepens the kiss. Her hands slip beneath his jacket to clutch him by the shoulders, her fingernails sharp even through the fabric of his jumper. His tongue brushes her plump lower lip and it’s a heady realization, that he can taste how much she wants this, how much she wants him. It’s enough to make him dizzy but he doesn’t stop, he wants more, his tongue plunging into her mouth, and the breathy little whimper that escapes her lets the Doctor know he was right—those delightful sounds Rose made earlier in the day were definitely due to arousal. And the sweet scent lingering in the air lets him know she’s wonderfully aroused right now, almost certainly wet with it.

Because of him. No one else. Just him.

Good.

Lips still on hers, the Doctor pulls up her skirts so both hands can sneak beneath, grabbing Rose by the hips and pulling her roughly into him. He has every intention of tearing off those ridiculous little knickers of hers but then she arches into him, her hands slipping beneath his jumper and nails dragging across his stomach and her chest pressed against his, and it’s all too much and it’s not nearly enough and his hips are grinding against hers as he hardens between them.

Dimly it occurs to the Doctor that Rose does not seem nearly as shocked by all of this as he might have imagined—indeed, he’s shocked himself with this pure impetuous driving animal need—and he wonders if, on some level, Rose maneuvered things to this conclusion.

Well. He smiles against her lips. Two can play that game.

He hitches one of her legs over his waist and thrusts into her, the friction and the heat almost unbearably delicious even despite all the layers in the way, and Rose must think so, too, because she’s panting against the Doctor’s mouth, her nails scratching lines of fire down his back. She lets out another strained whimper and fuck, he’s not going to last, not even with his trousers on, not if she keeps making those needy little noises while rutting against his cock like that.

So he repositions, wedging a thigh between hers to maintain the friction she needs while one hand travels up to palm one of the breasts that’s been positively fucking begging for his touch all day long. He can just feel the peak of her nipple through her corset and dress, stiffening sharply as he circles it with his thumb, and Rose bites down on his lower lip, sending a jolt of pleasure straight down to his cock. Rose reaches for his belt buckle but the Doctor stops her, grabbing her by the wrist and pinning it back to the wall.

“Not yet,” he growls softly. “Not until I say so.”

She’s glassy-eyed with surprise but he doesn’t give her an opportunity to respond, rips down the neckline of her dress instead so he can cup and tease her bare breasts with his free hand while his other holds her wrist tight against the wall. Rose breaks their kiss, eyes pinched tight in concentration as she rides his thigh, sweat beading and glistening on her breasts and her brow, and the Doctor realizes she’s about to climax, right here, right now, just like this.

Positively brimming with pride (and isn’t that a first, in this incarnation) the Doctor presses a kiss to her jaw, tracing a line up to her ear, lips ghosting the shell of it. “Come for me, Rose,” he murmurs, his voice as husky and deep as he’s ever heard it, and she shudders. He lifts his hand to cup her cheek, his thumb teasing her swollen lower lip. “Come for me, love.”

Her teeth graze his thumb as she bites down on the cry that tries to escape her, her arms shaking and hips stuttering, her legs clenching tight against his thigh. The Doctor can feel the aftershocks ripping through her and he holds her tight, relishing the movement and heat of her body against his, the knowledge that he’s the one doing this to her, that all of this is because of him. Not Jack, not Ricky, not Adam or Jimmy or any other stupid pretty boy who might be sharp enough to fall in love with Rose but could never be good enough to deserve her. Of course, neither is he, but he’s at least clever enough to recognize that, and to do everything he can to make up for it; he may not always have the right words but his mouth can still say what his voice can’t, offering praise along with his hands and his tongue and all of him, really.

Those little men will never see Rose the way he does. The Doctor almost pities them for it.

(Only almost.)

Panting, Rose pushes a strand of sweat-slicked hair out of her face. “You, erm,” she says between breaths, flashing the Doctor a lazy blissful smile. “You gonna let me touch you, now?”

He’s still got her wrist pinned to the wall. He lets go.

“Take off your clothes, please,” he tells her.

Biting her lip, Rose obeys, pushing her torn dress down over her hips, her eyes fixed on his. She wriggles the dress past her thighs to reveal those tiny knickers of hers, completely soaked through and now thoroughly ruined. The sight and smell of those ruined knickers ignites a small flame of male satisfaction the Doctor wasn’t even aware he possessed, something he might have wrinkled his nose at once upon a time, but now, watching Rose pop open the front of her corset, peeling off the knickers after—now he rather likes the feeling, knowing that he can make Rose feel like this, that she trusts him like this. That he’s earned her trust, and this privilege.

There’s only the faintest hint of shyness from Rose once she’s naked beneath the Doctor’s gaze, but it’s enough to make his hearts swell almost uncomfortably behind his ribs, so the Doctor dips down to press his mouth to hers, softly, to kiss any lingering doubt away.

“Good girl,” he murmurs afterward, and smiles as Rose’s cheeks and ears flush pink. “Now get on the bed.”

The moment she does, the Doctor grasps her by the hips and slides her bum to the edge, pinning her down against the mattress as he presses a hungry kiss to her mouth. Impatient, Rose pushes at his jacket and he shrugs out of it, but he doesn’t make any effort to remove the rest of his clothing, his hands gliding up the insides of her thighs instead. His fingers tease her until she’s wet again, gloriously wet and gasping and clinging to him as she fucks his hand. He dips down to kiss the expanse of neck and shoulder that were tormenting him earlier and stops beneath her ear, lips caressing the soft skin there.

For a brief moment, the Doctor just breathes her in, inebriating himself on the smell of her. Then he latches on, giving her skin a good hard suck. Rose cries out, thighs clenching around his hand. Drawing back, the Doctor can see the mark he left behind, petal-pink blossoming in the shape of his mouth, and it shocks him how much he likes to see that, the visual evidence that he’s claimed her, that she’s his. He wants to taste more of her, he thinks, let his mouth explore and lick and nip and tug until she’s begging for mercy—

“Doctor,” Rose pants, but with a start he realizes she isn’t begging, she’s demanding, hooking her legs around his waist and pulling him down, into her. She rolls her hips against his aching cock and all other thoughts and plans fly right out the window as he realizes he’s bound to spontaneously combust if he doesn’t give her exactly what she wants and fuck her right now. In a second his belt is unlatched and trousers and pants shoved out of the way and he’s pushing into her with one smooth slick thrust, groaning at the hot wet clench of her muscles around him. He draws back and pushes in again, and again, and again, brow knit tight and mouth falling open because it’s good, it’s too good, it’s too much, he’s losing himself, drowning in her, and dying never felt so sublime.

“You’re mine,” he gasps, surprising himself, but Rose doesn’t look surprised at all, she just nods, glassy-eyed and breathless as he fucks her. “You’re mine,” he says again, kissing her fiercely as his hands pull her hips into his, harder, faster, more.

She nods again.

“Say it.”

“I am, I’m yours,” she chokes out, clenching around him, and his grip on her tightens. He’s hurtling toward the edge, spurred on by her words and her heat and her everything else but now there’s guilt chiming in too, because what the fuck is wrong with him, why would he say that, why would he make her say that, why would he make her do any of this, why the fuck would he allow her to give herself to him when he’s nothing but a broken wretched old man, and she deserves so much more—

“Hey,” says Rose, and his thoughts must be written across his face because suddenly her hands are cupping his jaw, forcing him to look at her. “Don’t do that,” she says between gasps. “Don’t wander off. Stay with me. Be here with me.”

His lips part but Rose doesn’t let any words out, stoppers his mouth with hers. “Just let us have this,” she pants against his lips. “Please. Please. My Doctor.”

Something in him snaps and he buries his face in her neck, muffling his cries as he empties into her. His head floods pleasantly with bliss but he’s just coherent enough to slide a hand between them, urging Rose along. Rose follows soon after, muscles convulsing around him, nipples sharp even through his jumper, and the Doctor feels a twinge of regret that he didn’t finish undressing, that he isn’t feeling her skin properly sliding against his. Rose must be feeling the same way; even as her hips stutter and slow, she’s sliding her hands back beneath his jumper, exploring every expanse of skin she can reach.

The Doctor sighs with something that feels suspiciously like contentment.

“I am, you know,” he says quietly.

She doesn’t reply; he half-wonders if she’s already fallen asleep, somehow.

“Yours,” he adds, voice soft.

Rose’s arms tighten around him in a hug, her heart fluttering against both of his.

She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t have to.

He knows.

 ***

 Apparently Jack knows it, too.

“That dress didn’t tear itself,” the Doctor overhears him whispering to Rose after they sneak out of the Pirates’ ship. “Not to mention you smell like all the sex.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” Rose replies, laughing.

“I will not! Tell me everything!”

“If you don’t behave, I will hurt you.”

“Ooh, promise?”

“I will put you in time-out,” Rose amends, mouth twitching with the effort to hold back a smile, “and I will hide the sonic so that those,” she adds, pointing to the shackles clamped over both of his wrists, “never come off again.”

Jack shoots her a sly grin. “But then how would you two ever get to use them?”

The Doctor feels a flush creeping up the back of his neck as Rose’s eyes widen, her mouth dropping open. “Pervert!” she shrieks, and Jack crows in laughter as he takes off running down the road, Rose chasing after him. It’s a good thing they’re out in the country now—they’d wake up the neighborhood, shouting and laughing and carrying on like that in the city. But eventually they settle for huddling together, arm-in-arm, as they whisper and snicker all the way back to the TARDIS.

The Doctor maintains some space, trailing a little ways after, so the humans can have their fun and their—he smiles a little—their feelings. It’s actually nice, he thinks, seeing Rose so giddy and full of joy, seeing her laugh and smile like that, even with someone else. She’s far too bright and loving and big-hearted to be kept to one person, he realizes. She deserves to share herself with whomever she wishes, not to be hoarded like gold in the fist of a grumpy old miser. Rose deserves to love freely, and to be loved freely, in return.

(They’re definitely going to make use of those shackles, though.)

***

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