#this tickles the spot but the itch is still there.... more..... needs to be more

[citrine-elephant]

last post, with leon dealing with a "normal" and "mundane" threat:

a carjacking.

leon's envisioned this scenario long long ago, before the bioterrorism and constant immortal nightmares. though, he imagined he'd be stopping it from happening to someone else. not his own damned self...

maybe he's a little too cocky about this. he's been fighting monsters for as long as he can remember, really. one guy with a gun in his face trying to pull him out of a car?

he... doesn't really prepare for being pistol-whipped, his face smashed into the steering wheel, and then left on the pavement.

that guy was nice, wasn't he?

[robo-writing]

NSFW Alphabet - Logan Howlett Edition

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Reader Warnings: AFAB pronouns, breeding mention, pet names, bodily fluids, p in v actions, no protection, overall horniness, 18+ MDNI. Author's Note: This man is renting space in my synapses, send help.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is so gentle with you, it almost makes you feel like you’re made out of glass. He prefers to hold you close once you’re thoroughly satisfied, enjoying how your body folds into him to be as close as possible.

If you ask him for water and snacks he’s gone within the second, bringing you whatever you need, and then immediately putting you back on his lap so he can feed you. Don’t argue with him on this, he won’t take no for an answer.

You collapse against the sheets with a sigh, legs still shaky from Logan’s excellent bedside service. You’re practically boneless when he pulls you onto his chest, the dark hair tickling your cheek as he cages you in his embrace.

“Logan, I’m sweaty—“

“Do I look like I give a damn princess?” He grumbles, his hands reaching down to smooth over your hair. “Just let me take care of you, alright?”

Your whining is just for show and he knows this, a small part of you feeling guilty because he always treats you with such respect. He’s not sure what kind of assholes you’ve been dating before but he’s damn certain he’ll be the one to teach you how you should be treated.

You melt in his arms, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his large hands running down your back. His voice cuts through the silence, far more gentle than you’re used to. 

“Need anything else doll?” He asks, to which you shake your head. 

No, tonight you just need him. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s an all around man, asking him that is like asking a man to choose between air and food to survive.

He loves playing with your tits, loves biting at the swell of your breasts before sucking on them, loves burying his face in the valley of them—

He loves using your thighs as an anchor when he eats your pussy, rolling his eyes when they squeeze around his head—

He loves the sight of your ass bouncing back when he fucks you into the mattress, the sound of your combined hips ringing loudly in his head—

He really just loves you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It only took one time for him to be utterly addicted to your pussy. He refuses to cum anywhere that isn’t inside you at least once, just the sight of it falling from your abuser cunt has him going back for seconds. The sloppy sound of your juices and his cum as he thrusts into you is like asmr.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Masochist to the extreme. You kind of had a feeling with the way he shrugs off pain but you didn’t know how bad it was until you scratched him just a bit too hard while getting your guts rearranged. 

Your nails dig into the meat of his arms, a deep-seated groan erupting from the back of his throat at the feeling. Immediately you look down to see the angry red marks left behind that heal within seconds, an apology on your lips interrupted by his voice growling in your ear.

“Do that again.”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The man is over two hundred years old, he lays down pipe like a master plumber. Knows all your spots better than you do, knows exactly what gets you going because he can practically taste the arousal in the air. Those senses of his are no joke.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary so he can see your face, doggystyle so he can fuck a hole into the mattress and breed you. 

Prefers missionary normally if only for the fact that when he puts even half his full weight on your body you’re forced to lie there and take it, unable to so much as squirm while he fucks you within an inch of your life. Enjoys doggy when the beast inside needs to scratch a particular itch that only seeing you ass up with cum dripping down your thighs can reach.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

A wholesome 50/50 of being love-struck and horny, he has his moments of laughter but they’re almost always immediately followed by pure lust. You’d think he’d be super serious all the time but he’s surprisingly gentle. He prefers to watch you enjoy yourself, he’s much more of a service top in that regard.

Want him to eat you out until you’re pushing his head away? Want him to fuck you nice and slow, keeping you right on the edge? Whatever your flavor is, he’s down for a taste.

That’s not to say he doesn’t have his rough moments as well. It’s very easy for him to lose himself so he tries not to go overboard for your safety, but if you ask him to let loose he’s not going easy on you. Just remember when you wake up unable to walk that you asked for this.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not groomed at all, just an overall hairy man. He’s got the prettiest happy trail from his navel to his dick that makes his eyes roll when you drag your nails across it. If it made you uncomfortable he’d make an effort to trim.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate, wants you to know just how much you mean to him. Even when he’s being rough with you he makes sure that your comfort is priority. Talks you through it.

You’re face down, ass up, just the way he likes it. Your thighs tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm, pussy practically drooling for him as your slick dribbles down the plushness of them.

It’s a sight that Logan could never get tired of. 

His fingers rub soothing circles around your sensitive clit, gathering your wetness between two fingers and listening to your breath hitch when he replaces them with his cock, lightly prodding at your entrance.

“How we feelin’ princess?” He asks, coating his length with your juices. 

You mumble praise into the pillow, and sure he can hear it with his enhanced senses, but that’s not the point—he wants you loud and clear.

Gently he lifts you off the bed, a strong arm around your waist as he rocks himself between your swollen folds, lips trailing at your ear as your head rolls back.

“Come on doll, I need to be able to hear you,” he breathes. “Tell me what you want.”

Your hands grab at his arm, a desperate whine on your lips. “Fuck me, please.”

His chuckle reverberates in your ear. “That’s my girl.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he was younger and still learning how to fight his animal instincts, absolutely. Nowadays he doesn’t really think about it, but occasionally Logan will struggle with keeping his thoughts off of you, especially when you’re wearing something nice and he doesn’t have the time to drag you back to the bedroom. 

He’d prefer if you were the one touching him, but his hand will do for now, if at the very least to hold him over until you get home.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise - Like mentioned before, adores talking you through it. Favorite nicknames for you are princess, baby, and sweetheart, and his voice in your ear is like heaven.

Pain Kink - BIG masochist. Use him like a scratching post, he loves it. He’ll never admit it but if you bite his lip hard enough to bleed he’ll moan like a whore.

Primal Play - Come on now, the man is an animal at the best of times and downright feral at the worst. This extends beyond the bedroom too, he’s very protective of his mate girlfriend and would move mountains for her.

Breeding - This is an extension of his primal play, he adores filling you up with his cum, whether or not you get pregnant. Something about the sight of it just screams at him like a claim that only he can give you. It’s his cum that paints your pussy, and no one else gets to have that honor.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ideally the bedroom but he’s one of those people that couldn’t care less, if he wants you he wants you. It’s going to be up to you to be the voice of reason, and if that fails? Better learn to keep your volume down.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Domestic acts, making him feel like a normal man rather than the weapon the world wants him to be. 

Making him breakfast? His hands are playing with your hips the whole time, whispering sweet nothings against the skin of your neck, swaying to the imaginary rhythm he sets. Cleaning the countertops? He drapes his wide frame across your back, pinning you to the cold granite while he tells you how good your ass looks in your pants, heavy hands making it known just how much he appreciates your attire. Bring him breakfast in bed in nothing but an apron? He’s pulling you into the sheets and not letting you go until you’re screaming his name.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

As much as a masochist he is, the last thing he’d ever do is hurt you. The most you could ever convince him to do is manhandling you or spanking, but the moment he senses anything but enjoyment he’s on his knees apologizing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Y’all remember what Doja Cat said about big noses? 

If he passes out between your legs he’ll die smiling, if he makes you pass out then he’s never going to let you hear the end of it. Very likely to overstimulate you until you’re pushing him off you, only to pin your hips down and keep on going. Enjoys palming your thighs and burying his face as far into your pussy as he can, his philosophy is if you can still speak he’s not doing well enough.

As for him, he becomes so submissive when you suck him off. It’s the only time he’s guaranteed to let you take the reins, he prefers watching you work rather than taking over. Tucks your hair back, strokes your head, whispers how good you make him feel and how your mouth feels like heaven. When he cums he’ll ask you to open your mouth before swallowing and the sight of your cum-stained lips gets him hard like nothing else.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Normally very sensual, can easily change with the drop of a hat. Long, deep strokes that reach all the right places and make you see stars. Massive service top vibes, one of those lovers that always knows what you need at the moment (he totally can’t hear your heart pounding in your chest, no sir.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes, and proud to admit it too. Always promises that he’ll be quick, but it never is. He can’t help it, y’know? You make him feel too good.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, but the catch is you have to tell him. You can throw him every hint in the world but he won’t so much as touch you until you use your words. Logan likes hearing how desperate you are, he’s a bit mean like that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Why would you ever bother asking that? His limit is when you decide to tap out, if even that. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Didn’t really understand and thought you were insulting him at first by offering to use toys in the bedroom. It wasn’t until you gave him a show that he realized just how much he was missing before.

If anything, he doesn’t feel the need to use them on you, but loves watching you use them on yourself.

The small toy buzzes in your hand, the sound of it ringing loudly in the four walls you call a bedroom. Soft sighs accentuated by needy whines, baby pink sheets snaking around your soft thighs, the muffled sounds of your moans when you bite your lip—

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Logan says, mesmerized at the view, eyes glued to where the vibrator meets your swollen clit. He palms at the tent in his jeans, cock twitching when your back arches off the bed with a cry of his name.

He can fucking smell it—your arousal, your need—it makes him drunk, intoxicated off your pleasure. It makes his throat go dry, makes him want to crawl over you and keep you locked beneath him, greedily wringing out every last bit of it.

Your voice cuts through the fog of carnality, a gentle distraction from the beast that threatens to break loose with every passing second.

“Enjoying the view?”

He can only bring himself to nod.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s such a fucking tease it’s unreal, but he’s also very impatient. It leads to moments where you’ve been edged for so long that tears are brimming your eyes, and when you look at him with those puppy-dog eyes he can’t bring himself to hold off any longer, all previous plans discarded in favor of folding you in half and exposing your puffy cunt to his hungry gaze.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He gets louder and louder the longer you go on as his animal side overpowers him. He’s no stranger to noise but when he’s deep inside you he can’t help but resort to grunts and growls of your name, makes it known just how good you feel wrapped around his cock.

I personally like the idea that because of his mutation he follows mating rituals like real wolverines do, so if you’re into that he’s extra loud during mating season, to the point that he has to bury his face into your neck or else the whole building will hear him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Likes it when you wear his clothes because they smell like you afterward. Encourages you to do so, and maybe hides your shirts during laundry day as an excuse (but he’ll never admit it.) When you’re not around he’ll even hold the fabric to his nose and take a deep inhale, imagining it was you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As mentioned before, an overall hairy man. Strong muscles with a healthy layer of fat, likes to laugh at you when you bury your face between his tits because they’re nice and soft.

When it comes to his dick he leaves nothing to be desired—it’s heavy, like real heavy. Nice and girthy with a fat tip that makes your breath catch in your chest every time he glides it in, the slap of his balls against your ass soon following suit. A nice pretty pink with a couple of veins running throughout.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Always when he’s around you, but trained enough to know there’s a time and place. If he had his way you’d never leave his house, but that’s also his protective nature talking.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Likes watch you fall asleep first to make sure you’re safe and sound—a bit paranoid and overprotective in that sense, but he can’t really help it. You’re the best thing that’s happened to him, so it calms him down to know that you’re not going anywhere. Once he’s sure you’re alright he’ll go to sleep, preferably with you on his chest.

[jaellyfishh]

RIDE YOUR HIGH

paige x azzi

content: fluff, mostly smut

word count: 2.9K

notes: i started writing this on a whim. i haven’t written anything since 2014 or something, but currently wcbb is my hyperfixation and i love these two girls with all my heart! (this may probably have grammatical errors)

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“Take care of the house, alright girls?”, Katie Fudd shouted by the main door of the house, before stepping outside hand in hand with her husband and closing it shut behind them.

“We will!”, Paige and Azzi harmoniously responded while putting away the last couple of Tupperware containers into their respective places beneath the kitchen counter and in the fridge, after the pair had their dinner.

Their summer had only just began two days ago and Paige and Azzi had planned to spend a short two weeks in Azzi’s hometown before indulging in their comprehensive itinerary together for the rest of the summer, which included a cruise trip. Azzi’s parents also had plans of their own, booking a hotel resort for four days after a year of non-stop working. At the same time, Jose and Jon had planned short summer trips with their respective friends in neighbouring towns. In an empty house, except for the pair, it was for certain everybody was itching for their much-needed time to unwind.

Paige noticed Azzi putting the last plastic container into the base cabinet and slowly made her way towards her back. The six-foot blonde gently snaked her hands around the younger girl’s waist, startling Azzi intially, before realising what was happening and relaxing into her girlfriend’s chest. Paige rested her chin on Azzi’s left shoulder, leaving slow, meaningful kisses on her neck and proceeding to hold her a fraction tighter. The both of them hummed simultaneously as Azzi turned her head slightly so that Paige was in her view.

“Hey, big head,” Azzi joked, a grin etched on her face. Paige halted her peppered pecks on the younger girl’s neck.

“Way to ruin the mood. And, for your information, we concluded the big head was you,” Paige scoffed, her eyebrows raised playfully as they both retracted their heads from each other, now fully in each other’s sight.

“Alright, alright. Agree to disagree,” Azzi rolled her eyes, the grin still on her face as she dismissed Paige’s protest.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Paige said incredulously before quickly squeezing Azzi’s ribs with an intention to torment the girl with tickles.

“Hey!” Azzi erupted into a fit of giggles, followed by Paige, as they now face each other and fight against their attacks in the quiet kitchen, arms displaying a semblance of two cats fighting. Before it could escalate into an endless battle of who dominates who, Paige tightly gripped Azzi’s wrists. When their movements stopped altogether, the faint sounds of their pants echoed around the empty house. The older girl looked deeply into Azzi’s eyes, scanning her girlfriend’s face and internally ogling at how every feature sat perfectly. Azzi was art to Paige. The taller girl took a small step closer, switched her hands back onto Azzi’s waist like it was home and closed their distance. Paige bent down by a little just so her lips were by Azzi’s ear.

“You know, I think we should spend this energy doing something else,” Paige whispered suggestively before planting small kisses on Azzi’s earlobe, knibbling on it, before running them down to perfectly reach the sweet spot that Paige knew all too well, like second nature; the simple curvature between Azzi’s neck and shoulder. Paige cemented her lips in the familiar area, which elicited a soft moan that escaped through Azzi’s breath. Paige, ever-the-more hungry, held her girlfriend tighter and continued sucking on the spot with intention, making sure a mark was made.

“P, let’s go to my room,” Azzi breathed out with much effort as she could not contain the warmth growing below her. Paige retracted her head back so she could look into Azzi’s eyes, both seeing an alarming degree of thirst and lust swirling in each other’s pupils. Paige took Azzi’s hand and intertwined them as they headed out of the kitchen, walking up the stairs towards the shorter girl’s room.

As Paige opened the door, making their way into Azzi’s room, a wave of nostalgia and longing was felt unconsciously. The childhood bedroom - the room where it all started. Where they pined for each other during their first heartfelt conversation as best friends, where they confessed to each other after Azzi first admitted her feelings for Paige over the summer of lockdown, where they had their first kiss, and where they had sex for the first time as a junior/sophomore at UConn. Every part of their romantic journey started in this room and it only made their heart grow fonder as they continued to kiss longingly.

Paige held Azzi delicately, as if cautious not to drop a glass item, while Azzi’s arms were wrapped around Paige’s neck, deepening their kiss. With one hand, the taller girl closed the door behind them. They moved together towards Azzi’s desk, the main board, usually filled with books, pencils and a laptop that were now tucked away, left only with picture frames of the pair’s shared memories together. Their lips never left one another as they grew hungry for each other, both soliciting whimpers and moans. Paige lifted Azzi and was propped comfortably on her desk. Their lips detached for just this moment. Paige’s arms were planted on the desk and guarded both sides of Azzi, while the brown eyed girl placed her hands on Paige’s cheeks, both staring lovingly at each other.

“I like the way you hold me,” Azzi whispered as if in a dream state while caressing Paige’s cheeks. “You make me feel safe. You make me forget every negative thought I have about how I played during a game, about my fears of not being good enough for the team…or for you”.

As Azzi’s words traveled towards what seemed like a potential downward spiral of pessimism, Paige placed her hands back on Azzi’s waist.

“Az. You’re always enough, you’re even more than enough,” Paige eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes almost welling up. “You’re not trying to be perfect for your team or for me… you’re just perfectly you. You play because you trust yourself and your team. And you love me the way you always have. We would never expect anything different.”

Azzi scanned her girlfriend’s face in awe while a single tear fell from hereyes, which Paige swiftly wiped away. The blue eyed girl pecked Azzi’s lips before looking to see if her girlfriend was in the right headspace.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m getting emotional and over-thinking right now. Our summer just started… I guess I’ll be on my period soon,” Azzi softly laughed at her reason as Paige closed her eyes and chuckled.

“Azzi, don’t think about any of that when you’re with me, okay?” Paige’s eyebrows tented while she looked intensely at Azzi, anticipating for a response from her girlfriend. The curly haired girl nodded and gave Paige a reassuring smile before wrapping her arms around the blonde’s neck once more, pulling her even closer.

“I’ll make you feel better, baby,” Paige lowly hummed and darted her lips onto Azzi’s, more soft moans escaping from the younger girl. The kiss was slow and steady, allowing them to be in rhythm with their bodies and to place their arms in perfect position. Paige tilted her head, in which Azzi responded by opening her lips wider for Paige’s tongue to explore. The pace of their tongues ran between quick and slow, tangling in each other and wetting both their lips. Amidst the steamy make out session, Paige’s right hand traveled towards Azzi’s centre where the warmth was increasingly felt. Without a second to waste, Paige rubbed her hand onto Azzi’s clit, which was double gated by the fabric of her underwear and sports shorts. Azzi let out a louder moan in between their kisses.

“You’re so wet down there, girl,” Paige mumbled in amusement while her lips traveled to Azzi’s jawline, giving each other a moment to breathe, her right hand still rubbing rhythmically on Azzi’s centre.

“Fuck, Paige, I need to take it off,” Azzi squirmed in her place, her frame still being guarded by Paige’s hand placements. Azzi lifted herself slightly from the desk to remove her bottom attire as Paige bit her own lower lip trying to take them off. The shorts and underwear were tossed to the side so quickly before they resumed fervently to their french kissing. Paige, with direct access to Azzi’s clit, rubbed it with her middle and ring fingers, the slick lubricating the area. Azzi resorted to uneven huffs, small bouts of edging from just a singular action.

“Babe, not too soon. I’ve only just started,” Paige reminded in between sloppy kisses on her girlfriend’s neck.

Before Azzi knew it, Paige slid her fingers into her causing Azzi to slump faintly into them. Paige grunted at her own actions and at the sight of Azzi in a vulnerable state. Paige’s long fingers moved in a rhythmic nature in and out of the younger girl causing an eruption of melodic moans sounding across the room. With more need to satisfy her curly haired girlfriend, Paige then went down on her knees, her torso at a perfect height for her lips to close into Azzi’s clit. Just as her tongue was about to touch Azzi’s entrance, the brown eyed girl grabbed quickly onto Paige’s head and pulled her even closer.

Damn, Paige thought as she realised how needy her girlfriend was. Paige’s tongue danced on Azzi’s folds, as if emulating their french kiss earlier. Up, down, in, out. Not a beat missing as Paige moans into her girlfriend, who was riding her high.

“Ugh, don’t stop, baby. Just like that,” Azzi exasperated as her arms gripped tighter on Paige’s head, rocking her hips onto her face in matching rhythm.

“Mmm, you like that, princess?” Paige looked up at her girlfriend while her own body heated up, her fingers and tongue moving faster in tandem as she sucks on her folds.

Moans and whimpers started becoming more and more erratic as the motion of Paige’s fingers and tongue did not seem to stop. Soon, Azzi’s moaning in particular started escalating to a short-note, ascending pitch; usually an indication for Paige that she was about to cum. Paige timely curled her fingers in more.

“Paige, I’m gonna-“ Azzi exclaimed, bringing her head backwards, still gripping onto her girlfriend’s head. Meanwhile, there was no sign of Paige stopping until Azzi came. And on Azzi’s loudest moan, a wave of orgasm vibrated through the younger girl’s body and a fair amount of ejaculation poured out of Azzi. Paige moaned and made sure to lick and swallow every bit that had come out.

“You’re so hot,” Paige smirked before getting up, licking her lips and bringing her thumb to remove the cum around her mouth that her tongue could not reach. Azzi smiled, her eyes slightly closed after her first orgasm of the night. Without hesitation, the younger girl removed her top, revealing her bare chest and, thus, fully exposing her naked body to her entranced girlfriend.

“Paige, stop staring and take your damn clothes off,” Azzi commanded. Shaking her head from a hypnotised state, the blonde chuckled and followed suit. She crossed her arms and latched onto the lower hem of her shirt before taking it off sexily, making Azzi bite her inner cheeks - a sight she will never get tired of seeing. Paige then proceeded to untie and take off her black checkered basketball shorts (which she had bought a matching blue pair for Azzi) and her boxer shorts, tossing them into the dark corner of Azzi’s room.

“Mmm, you’re so fine, babe,” Azzi said in a sultry tone before jumping out of her desk and wrapping her arms yet again on her girlfriend’s neck while smiling in satisfaction. A red tint developed onto Paige’s cheeks as she smiled gingerly, wrapping her arms around Azzi’s waist.

“Let me ride you,” Azzi seductively whispered into her girlfriend’s ear, her breath tickling. Paige looked at Azzi in pure lust, biting her lips.

Their expressions at each other turned more dark, their stares searching for more. Azzi turned Paige around and guided her towards her bed, making sure that when Paige felt the edge of her covers behind her knees, Azzi could gently lay her on her back. The taller girl then used her elbows to scoot herself towards the pillows and head board, while Azzi was on her knees following Paige up the bed. Once Paige stopped moving, Azzi continued moving up, having Paige in between her legs until she reached the blonde’s centre and straddled her. Without a moment’s hesitation, Paige placed her hands on Azzi’s waist, rubbing small circles with her thumb and letting out a small whistle, making Azzi roll her eyes playfully. Soon, Azzi bent forward with her back slightly arched and her arms propped on either side of Paige, keeping herself steady.

Without a moment to waste, Azzi started grinding in circular motions over Paige’s clit.

“Oh, fuck,” Paige gasped at the quick arousal. The entire moment all-encompassing of making her head spin, especially seeing Azzi’s seductive expression as she slowly rode her. Paige also moved her hips in rhythm, a slow burn in both their centres. Their movement continued with their eyes locked in, but Azzi needed more from her girlfriend. She knew how quick Paige makes her feel satisfied and always wanted to reciprocate.

Azzi quickened her motion gradually, eliciting moans and whimpers from Paige, who seemed to already be troubled with pleasure. The brown eyed girl then bent down even more and started sucking on Paige’s breast, while massaging the opposite.

“Az, oh god,” the sight was overwhelming for Paige, but in a good way. Azzi smirked in her sloppy make out session with Paige’s breast, before using her tongue to tickle her nipple in unintelligible ways. The sensation caused Paige to bend her head backwards as she caressed Azzi’s ass, the arousal creeping up.

“I’ll ride you like a cowgirl,” Azzi cheekily uttered before placing a wet kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. The curly haired girl then sat up started lightly grinding up and down and in circular motions, making enough movement for Paige to let out uneven gasps and whimpers. This prompted Azzi to then bounce on Paige’s clit while moaning loudly herself, aggravating her girlfriend’s state of mind and wanting her to beg to continue.

“You’re making me go crazy, baby,” Paige exhaled in frustration, her hands travelling up towards Azzi’s breast and massaging it synchronously with Azzi’s motion. Paige starting groaning as Azzi’s clit against hers sent electrical waves down her spine. Without missing a beat, Azzi removed herself from Paige’s clit, so she could bend down and envelope her girlfriend’s pussy in her mouth. Paige promptly bent her knees, feet flat on the bed, as Azzi held her thighs. The lust-filled Azzi started licking Paige’s folds and inserting her tongue into her entrance in a faster tempo, continuing the high from tribbing. Her fingers rubbing up and down in alternate patterns with her mouth, making a chaotic, but systematic routine for Paige to climax off of.

“Come for me, baby,” Azzi moaned while her fingers started rubbing Paige’s clit even faster. Paige gently grabbed Azzi’s head, rubbing her pussy on Azzi’s nose and lips while her whimpers grew louder.

“Fu- uck,” Paige groaned and closed her eyes, bewitched by the sensation and thought of a perfect princess being able to frazzle her mind and control her in many ways. In just a few seconds, Paige’s own fluids came out, surprising Azzi with a couple of squirts as the curly haired girl continued inserting into her in a curled direction, savouring the last few seconds of Paige’s orgasm. Just like that, Paige ejaculated the remainder into Azzi’s hands, letting out her loudest moan of the night. In a satisfied hum, Azzi licked her fingers clean and got out of position, laying herself beside her girlfriend. The pair brought themselves closer into a cuddle.

“I’d rate that an eleven out of ten,” Paige joked, her arm snaking under Azzi’s head, pulling her girlfriend close and kissing her forehead.

“What the hell, so we’re rating our sex now? But, thanks, I knew I was better,” Azzi teased before pecking her girlfriend's cheeks. Paige chuckled, then furrowed her eyebrows.

“Wait, what does that mean? So, mine wasn’t good enough?” Paige questioned in disbelief, her neck shifting to look at Azzi fully. The younger girl laughed contagiously as she gripped her girlfriend’s waist, bringing them closer.

“It’s not like that. I think I give more variety. Like, you just like eating me out. Which I’d still rate highly-,” Paige scoffed in interruption to Azzi’s words. She shifted her body even closer so that their faces were only millimetres apart.

“Oh yeah? What if bring in the strap? Then what? Huh?” Paige retorted in a whisper, their light argument emulating that of high schoolers.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll give you that. I remember the first time we used it, I was more aroused by how good it looked on you than anything else. Too fine…” Azzi continued teasing while staring at Paige in a trance and tracing her fingers along her girlfriend’s jawline, remembering the image of Paige with a black strap on with a pink dildo. The blonde grew more confident and annoyingly egotistical with her next words.

“Oh, I thought I, and quoted by Azzi Fudd, fucked you’re brains out. And, if I recall, you couldn't stop talking about it for days - "Paige, Paige, can we do it again? Pretty please? Oh my god, you were a beast," the older girl mocked her girlfriend in exaggeration, Azzi's mouth left agape followed by slapping her girlfriend's exposed arm.

"Okay, now you're just making stuff up," shook her head with a grin.

"So you were really not satisfied with everything after that, huh?” Paige raised her eyebrows, her eyes flicking to Azzi’s chest as they were still both naked.

“And what if I said I wasn’t?” Azzi played along, clasping Paige’s jaw and peppering the side of her mouth with kisses.

“I’d like to have a satisfied customer,” Paige hurriedly got out of the bed and made her way to the many boxes hidden in the corner of Azzi’s closet. Azzi couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of an adamant Paige rummaging through the thousand of boxes where the strap hid secretively.

[butchreg]

cg ! caitlyn kiramman with a baby boy regressor headcanons !!

requested by 🦁 anon. hai new anon ~ヾ(＾∇＾) . i've been cooking up a storm in the past few days hehe. 1 more request after this one then i will likely turn anons back on if any of my lovely anons would like to chat / request some more or if anyone else is itching to do so but shy. i'm also getting pretty close to 100 followers ! wowowowow :O thank you all sm ! i'm wondering if there's something i should do to celebrate? lmk if there's anything special you'd like to see from me to celebrate that milestone. okay yap over thanks for listening ! arcane masterlist here , upcoming list here

caitlyn loves to play peekabo with her baby boy, getting really into it. babies aren't good with object permanence though so if you're to get fussy she drops it right away. "shh, baby. no need to cry, mummy's right here !"

she's so attentive to your babbles, nodding along as if you're speaking coherently, encouraging you. "uh huh, is that right my love? you're so smart, who's mama's smart little boy?"

caitlyn loves seeing you smile, often tickling your tummy or chucking your chin to hear your little giggle. she always kisses your dimples which makes you giggle as well.

she's taller than you and is able to lift you onto her hip which you love. you're always making grabby hands at her, wanting her to pick you up. you love being carried so much, it makes you feel so tiny and loved.

caitlyn picking out your outfits, telling you how handsome you look. she loves shopping for you buying more clothes than you'll ever need.

she also buys you so many toys. she knows a lot of facts, telling you all about each of your dinosaur figurines and animal toys. she doesn't know much about cars but she looks up facts about the ones you like the best.

she buys you special patterned diapers with dinosaurs and jungle animals on them. if you're feeling fussy about needing a change, she'll talk you through it having you pick which diaper you want and praising you when you're done. "there, all done ! you're such a good boy, feeling better now?"

caitlyn is one of those mamas who soothes their baby by bouncing them on her hip, or carrying them around. she boops your nose, or rubs your back until you doze off in your mama's arms.

caitlyn bottle feeding you because you're too small to eat solid foods. :( she's got you on one hip while you fuss as she warms your bottle. "shhh shhh, it's coming silly boy," she chuckles, testing the temperature before sitting down in a comfy spot with you so you can nurse it. "is that yummy, hmm?" she smiles, holding your head up with one arm and the bottle with the other. your eyes slowly begin to flutter sleepily and she coos. "there we go, all done?"

caitlyn bathing you oh so gently, getting fishy bath toys for you to play with. you love baths with mama, sometimes if you're feeling especially tiny and clingy you'll bathe together, not wanting to break contact with your mama. caitlyn letting you soap up her hair and play with it, laughing at the silly styles you come up with. caitlyn giving you a soap beard and being so careful when she's washing you, checking in periodically to make sure you're still comfortable. you never want to get out, crying when the water gets cold and mama makes you get out. you have a bunch of animal head towels, which she wraps you up in immediately. she wipes your tears away, soothing you verbally as she gently dries you off. "i know buddy bathtime's fun, huh? don't cry my love, we'll have another bath soon."

[mornwrites]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ contents - izana kurokawa , izana being mean , brat reader mention , gender-neutral reader , dom-sub dynamic if you squint , sadism-masochism mention , reader gets off on izana's boot .

: ̗̀➛ author's note - this is not a full fic, just a little something i randomly came up with and decided to post. it's not proofread and i didn't care enough to use any sort of capitalization so it's lacking that. sorry for my random disappearances. i'll catch up on my requests soon, but they are still open!

the way izana has you pinned to the floor with nothing but one of his black boots is pitiful. the cold wood of your apartment is digging into your back, eyes looking up at him as he sneers down at you. brats weren't to be tolerated and after one too many whines falling from your lips he snapped. heel digging almost painfully into your shirt-covered stomach, he leaned down, most of his weight on his other leg as to not cause you too much pain. "i don't have time for your fucking games. was patient not something you could be for one minute?" the question is more rhetorical than genuine. his phone buzzes in his pocket, pulling his attention from you and lets you go out from beneath his food like a partially squashed bug. walking away, he sits himself on the couch in your shared living room, answering the call. it doesn't take long for you to follow and when you do he's ignoring you until you've sunk to your knees between his spread legs. he mutes himself after saying a quick 'one moment', lavender eyes watching as your hands start to slide up his legs. moving one leg between your thighs, he's roughly pushing them open and shoving his boot beneath you so that it's pressing against that sensitive spot. grabbing your wrists with one hand and setting them atop one of his clothed thighs he bends down, breath tickling your face, "brats don't get what they want. prove yourself worthy of my attention and perhaps i'll allow you to have it." with that izana is releasing your wrists and sitting up, one arm draping along the back of the couch. elbow propping up as it sinks into the soft cushion he leans his head against his knuckles, unmuting himself with his free hand. continuing the conversation he had started mere seconds prior, his mouth his moving and making sound to respond to the person on the other side of the device, but his eyes are trained on you. nudging his foot a little as some sort of wordless demand that you begin, he watches as you do just that. watching you with the hint of a cruel smirk tugging up at his lips, izana doesn't touch you even as your fingers are starting to dig into the flesh of his thigh. only reacting when a whimper tumbled was elicited from the back of your throat, his eyes narrowed and his smirk vanished. he didn't need to say anything for you to understand that you weren't allowed to make any noise. the way you moved your hips had him amused, finding your desperation nothing short of entertaining. even as he could feel himself itching to hang up the phone call and shove himself down your throat he didn't do such a thing. servants were supposed to grovel at their kings feet if they wanted something, after all.

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Wingman (if you squint)

Hyde has a hard time accepting his baby brother is dating but when he attempts to help him ends up embarrassing him a bit

Wc: 1k

He is going to kill him. Rip his head out if needed to have some privacy. Leo looked at him like he was crazy when he asked him if something just moved between those trees before getting brushed off with a ‘you should sleep more, managing that truck must be making you go crazy’ and return to doxxing some rich old men.

But now he was sure, as you were helping him close the truck after lunch he turned to grab a box and saw a white flash hide behind the piano. If it was the first time that week he might have only yelled at him a bit but after getting seriously stalked for at least a month he might end up getting an angry call from their mother because of the state he is going to leave him in.

First it was when you two were hanging out in the fireplace, both sharing a hammock.

“Hey, Sho” you nudge your head against his shoulder, in response he doesn't really move his eyes from his phone but does let out a hum acknowledging you “that spot is really empty” he hums again and mumbles something along the lines of ‘yeah, I guess’ “wouldn't that make a nice spot for a food truck”

“Mc…”

“Just think about that” you sit up while holding his arm, making him sit up while complaining. When he sits he lays his head on your shoulder and anchors himself with a hug around your waist “You could put your truck there and work while I wait here, eating some chips and I can go get you things if you need”

“Maybe…. That would be nice” he mumbles against your skin, looking at the spot before seeing a blur hide behind the old arcade machine a few meters away but brushing it off as his imagination. Even then his arm itches in annoyance but could be the uniform's textile.

The second time he thought he was seeing things was at the manantial it's early morning, the classes don't start in an hour but still you two are walking together to waste some time.

“Would your soups taste different if you used this water?”

“Maybe, but I don't think they would taste good” you look at him in confusion, head dipping to the side “there is a supposed deep water monster in there, according to some vagastorm third years”

“Then make fish stock!” your hand pinches the air with your hand as if it was a piranha and start aiming to his body.

“You are disgusting” he laughs at the childish act and lays the palm of his hand on your face so you stay far enough to not tickle his ribs. Suddenly he stops smiling and focuses on the dragon skeleton, a blur seemingly hiding again behind the railings and the column of the ouija plaza.

“I'm sorry! I didn't notice you got annoyed with it”

“It wasn't that! It's just I thought I saw something strange”

“Oh~~ mayhaps a love dove? Don't you want to tell me something?” you tease as you suddenly stick your shoulder to him, acting shy as if he was going to confess.

“Such an annoying senpai” he tsks looking away, hand scratching his neck and tips of his ears slightly red. Even if you were embarrassing him he was relieved you didn't notice anything weird and killed the mood.

Or the time you two were at the arcade and something was lurking by the adjacent window of the haunted house or how the books falling over when you two were studying for a mission together or Alan calling that someone wanted to meet him while you were hanging out in vagastorm but coming out there is nobody and even Alan is surprised. After a while he figures who it is and is a bit relieved he isn't going crazy but mad he is getting supervised like a toddler.

But he would get to him later, now he has to wrap this up and that would be everything for today.

“Sho, can you lend me 500 yen? I left my pencil case at home and my pencil broke during last class" you put down another of the boxes before asking him, childishly rubbing your hands together as if begging.

He snorts but still looks for his wallet “you are so irresponsible, aren't upper classmates supposed to help their kohais?”

“Don't get so mad at me, when I take lunch from your food truck tomorrow I will bring it” kicking your feet you see something slipping out of Sho's wallet, quickly you bend down and hand it to him, not recognizing what it was until he looked distraught at the little packet between your fingers “sho, something fell down… oh” What fell down from his pocket was a condom “were you expect a happy ending later today?” you tease as you slip the condom in his shirt pocket.

“quit it” he turns around and starts walking to the cafeteria so you can't see his red face.

“H-hey! you didn't give me the money”

Soon after throwing you a 500 yen coin pen Sho sprints to Hyde's office, his stalker and the only one who would have the chance to slip something in his wallet without him noticing, slamming the door open and almost unhinging it accidentally with his abnormal strength and he comes face to face with the bane of his existence thorn on his side, his older brother. Who isn't surprised to see him burning in rage

“Want to explain something asshole?”

“Shohei you finally visit me!” he spreads his arms as if he was going to go for a hug.

“shut the fuck up! What the hell is this supposed mean?” he lifts the offending wrapped condom and stares at his brother, white hair slightly disheveled as he ran as fast as he could.

“I just thought that if you are going to date you might as well be careful” he brings his hand to his mouth and acts bashful “you are just 19 sho, babies shouldn't be having babies”

Snapping at him his hands grasp his own platinum hair “it fell down and now they surely think I'm a pervert because of you”

“At least a responsible pervert! That is better in most people's than a rascal who has unprotected sex”

[sneezyguppy]

Someone mentioned they thought it was hot that I used this term, and ever since, I have not been able to stop thinking about it...

Having your nose feathered...

Just having someone stroke a feather all around your itchy, twitching nose... they're gonna make you sneeze, sure enough, but first they're gonna tease you... they're gonna run the silky blade of that feather under your nostrils, flick the tip back and forth over your septum, and maybe even twirl it across your cupid's bow before they finally give you what you want... what you need... slipping it inside each nostril in turn until they find that ticklish spot, then holding you still so they can tickle it gently, but mercilessly... maybe they even tease you a bit more at this point, waiting until you hitch a few times, before stopping... letting you hang on the precipice of release just long enough for the urge to die down... then they start again, tickling and feathering away, the fiendishly soft tip teasing that sweet spot... until they finally let you discharge that huge sneeze they've been building up for you... bringing shuddering relief from that terrible, allergic itch you've had all day. It is spring, after all... you sniffle as they wipe your flushed nose, saying, "Goodness, bless you! Well now, don't you feel better? Let's get you cleaned up." 💙

[nervocat]

“Ravage me, I Won't Die Forever.” (vivid descriptions of blood, suggestive? woops???- wc: 1.0k, fluff?/romantic, vampire!gn!reader)

Blade yearns for permanent death, but temporary death is reliving enough for now. Though, he doesn't attain that temporary, reliving death often.

His opponents only bloodied his body and clothes, bringing him to the brink of death but never sending him over the edge of what he so desired. Being stabbed over and over by a former comrade and coming back from death over and over wasn't a pleasant temporary relief, either.

You could bring him that temporary relief from this body though — he'd gladly die in your arms, whether that was forever or not. He'd let you sink your fangs into his neck however roughly you wanted, he'd let you tear his body and he'd let you take all the blood you needed to and—

“Bladie? Your cheeks are a bit red, are you ok?” you look up at him with a glimmer of worry in your eyes.

You never would do any of that though, leaving him slightly disappointed. His vampiric lover — that was you.

“I’m fine,” was all he said. Your hand was cradling the back of his neck, your other hand to his chest. He felt your warm breath on his neck, your fangs occasionally grazing his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

You were hungry, and whenever you were, Blade would always offer himself up as food to you. He always told you — “I cannot die, take all that you need,” — but you always stop when his vision was beginning to blur, or when you've deemed you had enough.

His enemies brought him closer to death than this.

“You sure? I don't have to do this—”

“I offered, take what you need, [name]” everytime you did this, you always ask if he's ok with this, even when he was the one who offered. You sighed.

“Sorry, I know you offered, but I'm still not used to this,” you say, sighing. “Do you want me to just do it?” you move to cradle his face in your hands, sharp nails only tickling his jawline.

All he did in response was nod, giving you the look he always did when you got like this.

Your hands move to their original places, Blade itching to feel your sharp fangs in his neck once more. Opening your mouth and connecting to Blade's cold, soft, scarred skin, he feels you feeling about for the best spot to bite into. He could care less though, but he liked the thought of how much you cared.

And then you finally — finally — sunk your fangs into his skin, the sting of the puncture a nice, pleasing feeling to Blade as he groaned a bit from the pain. The feeling of your fangs in his neck yet again is a feeling he'd never get used to.

Blood started to pool out of the bite mark when you pulled back, removing your fangs, and you started to lick up the blood as it came spilling out.

Putting your lips to the wound, you start to suck the blood out, the thick, red liquid starting to drip out of the corner of your lips the longer you took from him. You were always quite messy when it came to feeding, he realized.

The salty taste of Blades blood washed over your tongue — almost no sweetness to it. Just a tangy, salty, sour taste, but you couldn't really describe the taste of his blood, you'd never be able to. It was nothing like you've ever had in your life, and it was amazing every time you had it.

You felt Blade move a hand to the back of your head, holding it to his neck with his fingers intertwining with your hair. The blood that dripped from the corner of your lips down to your chin — it was extremely attractive to him, knowing that was his blood.

Pulling your head up by your chin, he brought your lips to his. A muffled sound of surprise emitted from you as you connected lips, the blood from your chin already getting on Blade's hands and coating them a red color.

All he could taste as he kissed you was the salty taste of his blood, and it was exhilarating for him. As his blood transferred from your mouth into his, it dripped down his chin, blood being smudged on both of your lips in the process.

Pulling away from the kiss, you see the smudged mess of blood on Blade's face, and he doesn't seem to mind it. He enjoyed it, even.

You put your thumb to his lips, wiping only some of the blood away.

“You made a mess of yourself by kissing me, Bladie,” you say, laughing a bit. You look at his wound that was still bleeding, looking to Blade for permission to take more.

“I don't care, take as much as you need. I won't die forever anyways — ravage me,” oh. Face flushing red at Blade's words, you just nod and connect to his neck again.

The intimate atmosphere of the room almost made the taste of his blood better, less harsh on the tongue. You kept licking the wound you left periodically, checking to see if the bleeding had stopped, and checking on Blade at the same time.

After a little longer, you felt you had taken enough and you were fulfilled for the time being. Looking up at Blade, you see his eyes look to be in a daze from the loss of blood.

“Blade? Are you alright?” you ask worriedly, even though you know it doesn't really affect him at all.

“‘M fine, take more if you need..” you laughed and just gently pushed him down onto the bed, curling up next to him and not caring to clean the blood smeared on both of your mouths.

“No, it's fine Blade, I've taken what I needed,” he just huffed and let you hold him, even after a long while of dating he still didn't know where to put his hands.

And you still haven't brought him the sweet, temporary death in your arms he so yearns for.

[ ♱ notes: guys be honest is this wildly ooc for blade. bc I think it is. collapses and dies in embarrassment. I'm gonna go play more sdv I miss my love Elliott. This was only quickly proofread once compared to the usual five or more times I proofread a fic so sorry for any mistakes ]

★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦

[obitohno]

he isn’t sure whose dumb idea this was, but when someone suggests a game of the spin the bottle, and although he initially grumbles about being too old for this shit, bakugo is one of the first to wedge himself into the shoddily formed circle when he overhears you agreeing to take part. sulking from his spot between kirishima and denki, he all but snatches the emptied wine bottle from the redhead’s fingers, ignoring the toothy grin that is shot his way when his fist curls around the bottleneck.

all eyes are on him as he taps the rim to his knuckles, before placing it into the centre of the circle, jaw ticking with irritation when his small crowd of friends are suddenly sharing a muted silence with bated breath. forcing his expression into one of feigned indifference, he doesn’t notice the knowing smirk that tugs at kirishima’s mouth when his daze dares to dart towards where you’re watching just as intently, your stare fixated to the twist of the bottle that spins and spins and spins.

until, finally, it stills.

upon you.

bakugo doesn’t have time to decipher the snort that jumps from the back of kirishima’s throat, because you’re already shuffling your way toward him, a wry smile curling the shape of your lips. there’s an uncomfortable weight that itches the back of his neck, knowing that everyone is watching, but the nervous coil in his stomach dissipates with the first tentative brush of your mouth to his own.

pulse hammering at the base of his throat, there’s a bite of relief that slumps his shoulders when he feels the tell-tale stutter of your breath unsteadily fluttering over the curve of his cheek—a sure sign of your own apprehension. still, he welcomes the way that you press your mouth to his, with a little more confidence this time, flinching when your fingers tickle along the cut of his jaw.

‘sorry,’ you murmur an apology, its breathlessness jolting a heat that’s quickly forming low between his legs. he smothers the unnecessary regret with a swipe of his tongue gliding along the seam of your lips.

you taste better than he’s imagined, if the rumbling groan that trickles from the depths of his chest and into the wet cavern of your waiting mouth is anything to go by. immediately, your answering keen, fanned from out of your nostrils, is furiously swallowed by the insistent curl of his tongue that’s already wound its home around the length of your own. there’s a hand that comes to rest at the nape of your neck, possessive as well as steadying, and it is your fingers that are threading into the tresses of his hair, knotted tightly and tugging yet another sharp grunt from the back of his throat.

there’s a throbbing need that repeatedly pangs at the apex of your thighs, which only quickens when he moans into the heat of your mouth, his teeth scraping over the plush of your bottom lip before he dares to suckle on the tip of your tongue. the crooks of his knuckles tighten where they still claim the back of your neck, and it is only when you gently mewl the syllables of his names to the corner of his widening smirk that he finally retreats just enough to allow you to catch your breath.

‘woah,’ someone breathes—denki, bakugo recognises the awed lilt of his voice—‘that was hot.’

beside him, kirishima’s voice sounds hoarse, ‘fuck… yeah, it was.’

© obitohno. all rights reserved. do not repost my works.

[otomiyaa]

Hatori Sohma x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 01. “I promise I won’t tickle you.” + 18. “Wait… That tickled?” Requested by anon & @magicaltickles for my 1K Followers Event🌻

Stay calm. Act normal. Don't panic.

"May I take a look then?"

Fail. You were panicking. Ahh, but it was a natural response! You were barely dating yet. This should be inappropriate in every single context, except for one: he was a doctor.

"E-e-excuse me?" you squeaked. It was a polite coffee date at your place until you brought up the mysterious red marks on your skin that had been there for a few weeks now.

Since he was a doctor, you thought it'd be good to seek his advice, thinking he'd just explain some things. However...

"I apologize. If you don't want to, I understand. We can make a proper appointment later, if you prefer. Or you can call another doctor of course."

He was so kind. The beautiful, sweet, gentle and mysterious Hatori Sohma. It had been a while since you started seeing him. Of course you were intrigued from the first time you met him.

His past was somewhat a mystery. No one knew where he was working before he joined the clinic in your neighborhood. There were rumors he had been a family doctor for only one family (how lucky those people were?), and that he was a distant person who didn't really like socializing.

Despite his good looks, most people seemed uncomfortable around him for that reason too. He was too quiet, too mysterious. Not you. He seemed lonely, but also gentle and kind, and you had developed a serious crush on him.

Living close to the clinic, it didn't take long before you ran into him once or twice, then more often, and you got caught up in such pleasant conversations that you decided to schedule some coffee dates. They seemed friendly at first, like neighbors.

But lately, the glances... The swift and gentle touches... The depths of your conversations... Your heart was really giving in, and maybe, hopefully, he was starting to like you too?

"No! No, sorry. I was just surprised you would want to take a look. You're not working right now, after all," you said. Hatori shook his head.

"I don't mind. So, if you allow me..."

You swallowed nervously and lifted up your shirt, until right below your chest. It wasn't an intimate spot at all or anything weird, especially with a doctor like him. But it was still your bare skin, and right now it was more undeniable than ever that you were in love with this man.

Hatori sat closer to you, so close that you could take in his nice and charming scent...

"So, your side. And also your back, you said? Do you mind if I touch you?"

Such a polite doctor he was. You shook your head.

"Please, go ahead. It's my sides, yes, and just my lower back. It's fine if you want to touch it. Like I explained, I can hardly feel it. It doesn't hurt or itch, but it's been there for weeks and I just wonder what it might be. Maybe some kind of allergy?"

Hatori didn't respond but carefully brushed his thumb against the red spots on your lower side. You twitched and let out a little "Ohh!", not expecting it would tickle.

"Wait.. It doesn't hurt, you said?" he asked. Gulp. Of course he noticed you twitched. You suddenly panicked, not wanting to seem idiotic in front of him - twitching and making that weird noise after claiming it didn't hurt. In your panic, you started to ramble.

"Nonono it just tickled! S-sorry, I'm a little sensitive there! I swear it doesn't hurt at all. It's not even urgent so you don't need to bother, I'm just curious what it could be!"

"...." He was quiet for a moment while he scanned your bare skin with his eyes, as if he was slowly processing the information like the talented doctor he was. But then after the brief moment of silence, the words that came out of his mouth caught you off-guard.

“Wait… That tickled?”

Wah!! You blushed and nervously looked away from him. "I m-mean, yeah! But only a little! Your hand is cold, you surprised me! I swear I'm not super ticklish like a child or someth-HEH!" you squeaked when a very ticklish feeling startled you- starting at your lower side.

You looked at Hatori in horror. He had an amused smile on his face, a kind of expression you didn't see on him before. He tickled you on purpose!

"As a doctor, I can confirm that not only children are ticklish, don't worry. It's just, I did not expect you to have such a cute reaction."

CUTE?!

You were blushing like crazy now. Was he flirting? You hoped this was him teasing you in a romantic way, because if it happened to be just Hatori the playful doctor, treating you like a child patient, then you were going to be embarrassed for life.

"May I continue? I promise I won’t tickle you."

He even said that! Your hands that still held up your shirt were tempted to pull it back down, but you also didn't want to ruin this moment of what seemed like a little bit of intimacy... Even if it may be just a doctor and his patient, he had never been this close to you before.

"I d-don't mind..." you mumbled. Hatori smiled kindly.

"Which part?"

Hmm? You frowned. "Whether I continue checking, or whether I tickle you? Which won't you mind?"

PFfft! Since when was he like this? You gaped at him in surprise - so surprised that your reaction broke right through your wall of shyness: "Doctor Sohma, are you really teasing me right now?"

Hatori shook with gentle chuckles and he nodded. "I apologize for my lack of professionalism. Yes, I'm afraid I am teasing you," he admitted.

You nodded slowly and pulled your shirt back down. "Then, how about me teasing you back?"

It would and could have been a great move. You reached for his side and tried to tickle him, but within a swift movement he caught your hand, flipped you right over until you lay sprawled on his lap, and you stared up at him in surprise.

Oh god.... He stared down at you and the tiniest bit of a smirk could be seen as he studied your reaction.

"Nice try, but I'm not ticklish," he said. That may have been a very confident lie, but you wouldn't find out now, since the moment he started to tickle your sides for real, you lay in his lap and squirmed and giggled for your poor ticklish life.

"Ehehehe nohoho Hahaha-Hatohohori-sahahan!"

Well, you were honored that he felt so comfortable around you to tickle the shit out of you all of a sudden. But also, what the hell, Hatori?!

"Hmm, let's see," he said, turning you over a little and scribbling all over your bare tummy.

"It's not here. More over here, hmm?" he said, wiggling his fingers from the middle of your tummy to your sides, pretending to still be a doctor as he searched for the red marks that actually caused you to end up in this predicament.

"Hehehe waha-wahahait! Dohohon't!" you giggled hysterically and wiggled and danced on his lap, but although he appeared calm and collected, there was a certain firm strength in his grip and the way he made sure you weren't going to escape...

Well if anything, you were only falling in love more with him, and you had no idea if that was a good thing.

"Nohoho eeeheeeek! Plehee-wahaha!" you cried when you tried to wriggle free, causing you to fall a little off his lap. With your hands on the floor, you managed to make sure you weren't going to slip to the ground entirely, even though that might free you from his tickles.

"Oh you're trying to get away now?"

You squeaked when you could feel his fingers slip under your arms, tickling your armpits until you lost strength in your arms.

Finally dropping in a miserable heap on the floor, you tried to crawl away, still giggling and laughing hysterically, but Hatori came right after you. He turned you over on your back again and tickled your sides and ribs in the most playful and suprising way ever.

"Eeeheheeek I gihihive! Haha-Hatori-sahahan plehehease!" you howled, wishing your hysterical cackling wouldn't get worse than this.

"You do? You surrender?" Hatori smiled. Eeeep.... His fingers slowed down and finally rested against your heaving sides without tickling you any further.

He stared at you with a fond expression in his eyes. "I... think it may indeed be an allergic reaction, but I'll have to investigate further. So I'll need to check again and make some notes later. Would you let me?"

You breathed heavily and looked up at him. "Of course," you said with a blush. And suddenly he was very close.

"Good."

Well, you were kissing him now. Finally. Your arms moved up around his neck. Even sooner than in your wildest dreams, thanks to that crazy tickly experience just now - but you did it! You managed to lure out the romantic and playful side out of the mysterious Hatori Sohma all at once, and your love seemed mutual?

Well, onwards to more dates with him, more kisses, and you would definitely allow him: more tickles!

[gaybananabread]

could i possibly request 14 with lee Ragatha ler Zooble? when reading your hc list i saw that you mentioned Ragathas back more specifically her shoulder blades being really ticklish and can you imagine Zoobles claw tickling her there? killer also Zooble kind of feels like a bit of a sore loser haha

TickleTober Day 14 - Lose

~Ooo, a request that mentions my hcs! I’m gonna be honest, I wrote Ragatha a little differently here than the past two times for variety. Don’t worry, she’s still our lovable ragdoll—just a tad bit self-conscious. Thank you for the request, and I hope you Enjoy! Happy spooky month!~

Lee: Ragatha

Ler: Zooble

Summary: Ragatha invites Zooble over to play a board game on one of their rare “off-days” from adventures. Zooble loses and, being the sassy menace they are, decide it’s high time to give Ragatha something to really smile about.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“C’mon, c’mon…” Zooble whispered into their palm, shaking the dice around. They had claw and humanesque hand attachments that day, meaning they could roll with some ease.

Since there was no adventure planned for that day, Ragatha had suggested they play a board game. The others were each doing their own thing, enjoying the day off to do whatever. While Zooble would’ve liked to branch off as well, they couldn’t say no to the sweet doll’s request.

Tossing the dice across the board, Zooble watched as they tumbled and rolled. FInally, the dice landed, showing…snake eyes. The pieced-together character needed at least a seven to come close to winning.

“Uuuugh, f-*sproing*-k!” Zooble groaned, leaning back against Ragatha’s bed. There was almost no way they were winning now.

“Hey, no need to get upset! You’ve still got a shot.” Ragatha tried to cheer them up, smiling encouragingly. She casually rolled the dice, watching as they landed on six and five. Moving her colorful little cube eleven pieces, the doll found herself in the “Congratulations!” section of the board. “Oh…I won!”

“*boink* it…” Zooble huffed, flicking their purple game piece across the room. It smacked against the wall, bouncing back and forth before eventually glitching through the wall. “Stupid game pieces don’t even work right…”

“It’s alright, Zooble! You got really close to winning!” Ragatha was trying to be helpful, but it only served to agitate Zooble further. Her cheery attitude felt condescending after the trivial loss.

“Oh, yeah, totally! Only twenty spaces away!” Zooble grumbled, crossing their arms with a huff. Sure, they were being a sore loser, but they didn’t want to play the stupid game in the first place!

“Just take a deep breath, Zoobie. It’s not worth getting all upset over.” Ragatha sighed, reaching out to grab their shoulder. Her tone was slightly exasperated; it mingled with Zooble’s already irritated mood, making them snap.

“I’ll show you upset!” Zooble grabbed her hand before it could touch them, springing into action. Tugging her forward, they pushed her down, swinging their cartoonish leg over her to straddle her. She was stuck face-down, a blush on her cheeks.

“Z-Zooble! What’re you doing?!” Ragatha squirmed beneath them, trying fruitlessly to push herself up. The position was surprisingly difficult to get out of.

“Getting revenge.” Zooble moved their claw up to Ragatha’s shoulder blades, running the open edge of the scratchy appendage over her back. They’d gotten a tip from Jax that it was a bad spot for her, and they were itching for an excuse to try it out.

“For wha- GYEE! ZOHOHOHOOBLE! WHYHYHY?!” Ragatha jolted as she felt the toy’s claw on her shoulder blades, thrashing and squirming beneath them. She wasn’t even sure how she’d earned such a punishment, as fun as it was sure to be.

“For acting so…you.” Okay, yeah, it was a super weak excuse, but c’mon! Did anyone really need a good reason to tickle the living ball of optimism? She was kinda asking for it.

“TH-THAHAHAT’S NOHOT A GOHOHOOD REHEASON!” Ragatha all but whined, burying her face in her elbow. God, she was so loud! It was a wonder that Zooble hadn’t gotten sick of her laughter yet…

Zooble noticed as the doll tried to hide her laugh. Oh no, not in their house. Well, it was technically Ragatha’s room, but still!

“What do you think you’re doing?” With their hand, they pinned Ragatha’s arms above her head, keeping her from muting herself or curling up. “I’m tickling you for a reason. I wanna hear your adorable laugh.”

Ragatha squealed, feeling her plush cheeks burn from the compliment. First off, it was Zooble; a compliment from them had to be sincere.

Secondly, they were complimenting her laugh! Her loud, cackly, crazy-sounding laugh. Jax had pointed out how annoying it was on many occasions; hearing positive feedback about it never ceased to fluster her.

“Z-ZOHOOBLE, DOHON’T- *snort* SHUHUHUSH!” Oh god, the snorts. They always invaded Ragatha’s laughter when she was getting wrecked, making her already-loud laughter ten times as clamorous.

“Don’t shush? Got it,” they teased, giving the plushy muscles near Ragatha’s neck a little pinch. The squeaky hiccup that followed was so worth it. “You make all these little sounds when you laugh. It’s cute, doll.”

Unlike Jax, Zooble made the nickname sound affectionate. Ragatha could feel her entire face burning, which shouldn’t have even been possible; she didn’t have any blood! Still, she blushed fervently, whining through her cackles.

“OHOHO GOHOHOSH! ZOHOOBIE!” Ragatha used the banned nickname, too distracted by the tickles to think about the consequences of her actions.

“What? Not my fault this is your worst spot. Get less ticklish.” Zooble huffed, though the nickname made them narrow their eyes. She’d been warned about that… “What did I tell you about calling me that?”

“W-WAHAHAIT! IHI’M SOHORRY!”

“Oh, you will be…”

Before she could beg any further, Ragatha felt something pokey brush against her neck. She squealed, kicking her feet as Zooble nuzzled their little horn attachments against her neck, positively losing it.

“NAHAHAHAHO! ZOO- *snort* ZOHOHOOBLE! NAHAT THAHAHAT!” The poor ragdoll writhed beneath her fellow character, making every ridiculous noise under the sun. It tickled so bad! She could barely think straight, much less worry about how she sounded. It was kind of freeing, in a completely overwhelming way.

“I-IHI CAHAHAN’T! IHIHIT TIHIHI- *hic* TIHICKLES!” The doll shook her head, her little hair noodles twitching and standing on end. It seemed her digital body was as overwhelmed by the sensations as her mind was, beginning to glitch. Zooble took that as a good sign to stop.

“Alright, alright, calm down. I’m not gonna kill you.” They released Ragatha’s arms and climbed off her back with a huff. They weren’t really expecting her to follow, feeling the doll bury her warm face in their sort-of stomach.

“I-Ihi just- Ohoho golly…” Ragatha huffed, practically going limp in front of them. She was so worn out from all the tickles; she really wanted some cuddles.

Zooble sighed, somewhat used to Ragatha’s post-tickle snuggliness. They ran their hand through her hair, softly scratching the doll’s plush scalp. They disconnected their claw arm as well, tossing it over to grab a blanket and some pillows for the pair.

The toy quickly got them both comfortable, leaning back on pillows while Ragatha was covered by her blanket. They popped their arm back on with a sigh.

Sure, wrecking Ragatha and then cuddling her hadn’t been on Zooble’s agenda for the day, but it was a far cry from an unpleasant experience; they certainly preferred it over one of Caine’s stupid adventures.

Humming softly, Zooble relaxed into the pillows behidn them. They continued to card their hand through Ragatha’s hair noodles, enjoying the peaceful quiet in the room. Not a bad horrible day after all…

[softer-sunny]

Take A Breath

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Word Count: 3,789

Summary: Echo won't stop yapping and Crosshair is worn out. Perhaps he needs to help Echo get all of this energy out before either of them can sleep.

Ao3 link: Take A Breath

This is a tickle fic

Crosshair had a problem. And that problem was about six feet of endless yapping sitting on the bunk next to him.

Echo hadn’t stopped to breathe since opening his mouth that morning. All of his thoughts tumbled out without an end in sight and while Crosshair was pleased that Echo had chosen him to talk to, he was still half dead from their last mission and needed a good nap sooner rather than later. Echo's voice was already starting to go out in places, throat scratchy from the dryness, coughing into his elbow every few sentences. Any more yapping and that man would hack so hard he might rupture something. Echo shoved his face in his elbow again, coughing aggressively, then went right back to it.

Yeah, he needed to stop him. If not for Echo's sake then his own.

Crosshair leaned forward on the bunk to try and catch Echo’s eye but he just kept chatting. Distant and quick and constant. So much pent up energy. So few places to put it. Being stuck on the ship had been hard for all of them but Echo had started to get antsier than usual. Feeling closed in, maybe? Crosshair let his eyes land on Hunter who was listening from one of the other bunks - amused. He’d been watching since Echo approached and plopped down, curious about how this was going to go. Whether Crosshair would allow the personal space intrusion or start an argument to push Echo further away. It seemed to pleasantly surprise Hunter that he’d put up with it for this long, even pausing his own reading to listen peacefully to Echo’s soft and constant murmur. With a sigh he let his chin rest in his palm.

”Alright, that’s enough.” Crosshair said, but Echo steamrolled right past him, continuing to tell a very animated story that he just couldn’t let go of. Crosshair rolled his eyes but tried again, punctuating it with a light poke to Echo’s side. “Take a breath.” The reaction was a little dramatic. Echo’s body flinched, bending away from Crosshair, and his hand shot to cover the spot he’d just touched. Suspicion made his eyes narrow, studying. At least the chatting had stopped but now he was worried for other reasons. “Injury?” He asked. He knew he should’ve insisted on a med check after their recent mission. Their reg had refused one and - of course - was hiding an injury from them. Typical. They were going to have to start enforced injury checks after missions if this kept up.

Idiot.

Instead of growing defensive Echo huffed, mouth lifting a little as he rubbed his side. He shook his head. “Not injured, just ticklish.” After he said it he grew almost bashful. Like he wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to admit it out loud. The admission, however, sparked Crosshair’s interest.

Ticklish? He’d only briefly considered the prospect of Echo being ticklish - expected something at the very least - but, regardless, something playful tugged at his chest that made his fingers itch. Echo. Reg ARC Trooper Hero of Anaxes. Ticklish. Really? Their Echo? The rest of them were sensitive, some more than others, but he hadn’t gotten quite close enough yet to see if Echo had the same reactions they did. Hell, he wasn’t even sure Echo would let him do it. There was a very strong possibility he'd get a scomp to the face but anything worth doing was bound to be a gamble, right? They’d have to figure this out sooner or later - although Echo might disagree - and what better time than the present? It was almost evil how quickly his concern turned into a grin and Echo must’ve thought so too with the way he shrunk back in response.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have told me that.” Crosshair teased, reaching it to grab Echo around the waist before he could make a run for it. Good thing he did because Echo was trying to bolt but was yanked back just in time. There was a short tussle, a scramble while both of them attempted to gain power in the situation. Echo was at a disadvantage, though, stuck trying to pull away as Crosshair used his body as a counterweight, dragging them both backwards more firmly onto the bunk.

"Crosshair!” Echo complained as he was restrained, hand and scomp trying to worm under his locked arms. Crosshair wasn’t really doing anything yet, nothing that required any level of squirming. He needed to get Echo into a good position to hold him still, first, knowing how slippery he could be even this early on. So he pulled Echo as tight as he could manage to his chest, wrangling his already wiggling captive. There was a nervous smile on his face already, body twitching in anticipation of what had been set as a threat against him. Already? Really? Maybe it was the ridiculousness of what Crosshair was proposing that already had him nervous, smiling at the mere possibility of what was about to happen. That was something he could work with.

“Is it just that spot? Or are there more I can find?” Crosshair asked. He felt around for that same place he’d poked and that’s when Echo started to get noisy. He wasn’t exactly laughing yet but there was a lilt to his voice that let him know it wouldn’t be too hard to get a reaction. It echoed around the cabin, drawing attention and eyes from the other members of their squad that hadn’t had any stake in this game yet. Now that they had an audience Crosshair was prepared to put on a show for them as long as Echo cooperated.

“I’m not telling you!” Echo swore, voice a little higher pitched than usual. He started squirming when Crosshair put some pressure on that spot - the one right at the base of his ribcage - and wiggled gently to try to recreate the same reaction he’d gotten earlier. The quiet laugh Echo let out was properly endearing - although he’d never admit that out loud - and all that squirming seemed to settle while nervous energy was transferred to Echo trying to clamp his elbows down instead.

“So the answer is definitely.” Crosshair hummed, having to dip his head out of the way so he didn’t get head butted when he wiggled his fingers a little harder. It really wasn’t smart to let such an easy access weakness slip out this early on. Echo grew up with a batch, he should’ve known how dangerous that was. Stupid mistake, really. Should’ve kept all that information to himself if he didn’t want this to happen.

“Shuhuhut uhup-“ Echo complained but it was undercut so badly by the laughter that Crosshair had to smile. Echo’s feet were scrambling for some kind of purchase but the bunk was too short to accommodate that, leaving him partially hanging off and at the mercy of whatever Crosshair wanted to do. He didn’t want to push too far, they’d only just started to get on each other’s good side, but he did want to test a few more things while he was at it.

In fact, Crosshair had a theory that stemmed from Echo’s first physical with them. They’d done it on the ship and Tech had handled it but he’d tensed when Tech touched certain places and Tech hadn’t paid much mind to it. Echo hadn’t seemed overly uncomfortable - he knew what it looked like when touching somewhere Echo hated - but he had gotten a bit more tense which, having the information he did now, led Crosshair to a conclusion he found most logical.

There was no warning - where was the fun in that - before he shifted to get one of his hands on Echo’s belly. Enough to be a threat without voicing it. And just like he expected Echo’s body tensed, a quiet gasp giving him away without even thinking about it. Just like the damn physical. Who knew that Echo was giving away what was possibly the most entertaining secret information he could that easily? Crosshair was delighted.

“Oh, Echo.” Crosshair let his voice dip into a tease, the kind of tone that everyone accused him of being ‘mean’ over. With his other fingers paused, Echo got a reprieve, now leaning back into his chest and nervously anticipating what would come next. He seemed to fidget in the spot, hand now gripping his wrist in a weak attempt at stopping the attack. “You are really far too obvious.”

“D-don’t know what you’re talking about.” There was still a helpless smile on his face that Crosshair matched with a grin of his own.

“Lying isn’t very nice. And you aren’t good at it.” Crosshair leaned to make his voice a whisper, hoping it would have a similar effect and make him more giggly, which it did. Echo had to lean away from the breath hitting his neck, hand still gripping Crosshair’s wrist like it would do anything to stop him. “Gotta make sure you pay for that.” He curled his fingers before scribbling lightly, still not too sure about how it would be received, but it got him a satisfying reaction regardless.

Turned out Echo was ticklish there, maybe even his worst spot by the way he sucked in his stomach before letting out an honest laugh. It was bright and unreserved, something quite bubbling compared to the typically stoic man he had gotten to know. The squirming returned but Crosshair was ready. He tightened his grip with one arm and got his fingers under the hem of Echo’s shirt to trace little patterns on the skin. It made the man jolt, the joyful sound coming out of him getting louder with the contact. From the vantage point he’d gained he was free to scribble his fingernails over the spot as much as he pleased, even pausing to draw little figure eights over anywhere that got a thrash or - even better - a squeak.

Echo still wasn’t begging, wasn’t asking for it to end, or complaining about being touched. Hell, he wasn’t even fighting back that hard. So Crosshair searched around with nimble fingers, chasing jumping muscles, and trying to find that spot. The one that would get Echo to practically melt while he laughed, too worn out and tickled to really do anything about it. It wasn’t that hard to find. Echo hadn’t really let go yet. He was still easily taking the playful touch with the courage of someone who endured plenty of this in the past. Echo's batch passed through Crosshair's mind. He wondered what they were like, who they could've been, how much Echo must miss them. Crosshair would miss his own batch if they were gone, even the things they did to annoy him. A sting of sadness washed over him but he shoved that away quickly in favor of focusing on the cheerful sound he was forcing out of Echo. When Crosshair’s fingers skated too close to his lower stomach right in the dip nearing his hips there was a bark of laughter so frantic it almost made Crosshair lose his grip.

“Ah! Not there! Nohohot thehehere-" Echo’s words were cut off with something close to what Crosshair would call ‘cackling’ as he zeroed in on that spot and went to town. That's a good spot! Not exactly his hip but too close to it to really be his belly. A perfect in between that rarely saw much attention and was now the best place to focus all of his work. The scratching was periodically interrupted by a jolt as he drummed his fingers over it and got a panicked squeak out of Echo when he lightened his touch to just the pads of his fingers. He switched to the other side to get another shriek and laughed at the man who was now starting to lose some of the energy he had left.

”Who knew,” Crosshair began but had to stop to smile when Echo had to turn his face into Crosshair’s neck to hide. He’d given in, wasn’t getting away any time soon, so he was going to keep his face away from prying eyes. Prying eyes meaning the rest of their squad who weren’t even pretending not to be amused by the scene in front of them. “That an ARC trooper like yourself would be so damn sensitive. Shocking, really.”

“E-” Frantic near-giggles escaped when Crosshair drummed his fingers around Echo’s exposed stomach. At this rate his eardrums would burst from all of Echo’s noise directly aimed at his ear but deep down he didn’t really care. He hadn’t heard this laugh yet. The one that was so unreserved it reminded Crosshair of a cadet’s. Knowing he could get this laugh out of Echo whenever he wanted was reward enough for the ringing in his ears. “Eheveryohone is tickLISH!” Maybe it was mean, he’d only really thought about it after he’d done it, but it was too tempting to pass up. He’d just wanted to see if Echo’s hip bones were sensitive like Tech’s, and Force they definitely were.

Echo squirmed, that iron grip on his wrist only tightening, as Crosshair pinched his hip, skating over it to prod along the length of the bone then drilling his thumb into it. It was like he’d found a gold mine and he was definitely planning on exploiting it.

“Most people are. True. I am.” Crosshair admitted. Echo’s head popped up from its hiding place, excited at the new - free - information he’d been given, but he didn’t have long to delight in it. His fingers crawled up to Echo’s ribs to wiggle between the spaces mercilessly. The way he tried to bend in half almost knocked him free but Crosshair pulled him back. Echo shoved his face back in his preferred hiding spot, all of that anxious energy bouncing around his body so bad he had to kick his legs just to feel settled.

Crosshair had to laugh. It was infectious, that sound springing around the bunk room, and it made him feel bubbly on the inside. Who knew Echo’s laugh was so contagious? Maybe it was that he’d never really heard it before that did it. Or that he’d not gotten to play around with Echo yet. Although, from the way Wrecker had to keep a hand over his mouth to stop himself from outright laughing along was possible proof enough that Echo's laugh really was just that infectious. There were still quite a few places he wanted to try - under his arms, his neck, maybe see if spidering fingers on his back made him react the way Hunter did - but even with the gentleness of his touch Echo was losing stamina. Maybe one other spot and he knew just what he wanted to try.

All it took was the slightest brush over Echo’s bellybutton to get him to yelp but finally his body melted back into Crosshair and bright, frantic, light laughter flowed freely out of him. Well, he found the giggle spot. He could already see it becoming one of his favorite places to target if that’s how useless Echo became when touched there. He was going to have to remember that next time Echo was getting under his skin. It was going to be so easy to pick on him and that alone was priceless. Echo telling him what to do? A good poke would solve it. Echo taking someone else’s side in a squabble? Perhaps he just needed some convincing and he’d see the light. The possibilities were endless and the more playful side of himself was definitely going to take over from time to time. Only when Echo deserved it, of course.

“I- wahahahait.” Echo giggled before covering his face with his arms, face burning red over the embarrassment. Meanwhile Crosshair just kept brushing gently over the area, circling a few times before poking deliberately to wiggle inside of it. Echo wriggled uselessly but just continued to lay lax in Crosshair’s arms. A giggle spot. Crosshair had a few, mainly his ears and neck, but he’d been able to find one on every other member of their squad. A spot so sensitive you couldn’t even wiggle away properly. This one had turned Echo into a pile of pliant mush rapidly approaching his limit. Echo had given up protecting himself, even as his face grew pinker and his laugh descended into tittering giggles. (Echo! Giggling! He'd have to have Tech take a video of this some day. Perfect blackmail material.) So little self-preservation for someone who was an expert strategist. A note to be added to his growing knowledge on Echo: becomes useless when tickled. Got it. “Okay, Cross, plehehease!” Echo finally begged, giving up. If they’d been on the ground Echo might’ve stomped his feet on it - a test for another day. With a regretful sigh Crosshair took pity and stopped his relentless prodding. He did, however, keep his arms tight around Echo who very well might slide onto the floor if he was let go. Who knew? A little bit of gentle tickling and their ARC trooper was basically putty.

“Didn’t know you could blush so much.” Crosshair teased as he laid his head against Echo’s while he tried to regulate his breath. The man groaned but didn’t move, a good sign that he hadn’t pushed too far. “That’s all it takes, really? You get tickled and you’re down?” Echo continued to grumble but wouldn’t respond. He had his arms crossed grouchily over his chest now even as he relaxed back into the hold, now convinced he wouldn’t be attacked. “Did they use that against you in ARC training? A special course just for you? ‘How to fend off enemies who have especially mischievous intent when you have the sensitivities of a cadet’? Is your arch nemesis a feather?” That one got Echo to elbow him.

“Shut up.” He complained, though he didn’t sound hurt by it, just still embarrassed. Well, embarrassed or not Crosshair was going to milk this new tactic for all it was worth. He was already sick of Echo besting him in spars. At least now he had a secret he could use against him, fair or not.

“Oh, leave him alone, Cross.” Hunter scolded, smile still firmly planted on his face. “You’re no better and you know it. All he’d have to do is grab your neck and you'd crumble.”

“Yeah, so?” Crosshair threw back at him. He could feel Echo side eye him, interested in this mentioned weakness but not sure if he wanted to test it with Crosshair’s hands still in the danger zone. Bravery was unearned - he knew Echo would get him back the first chance he got - but a few hints at what would get him to laugh wouldn’t hurt. It was only fair. “It’s not as if any of us have any room to talk. You scream when you get poked in the ribs.” Hunter glared at him.

”At least I’m not as bad as Tech and his knees.” Hunter hitched a thumb in Tech’s direction who, while still listening to all the ruckus, had been minding his own. The comment made him shoot a glare in Hunter’s direction.

“It is not my fault. Most individuals have some sort of sensitivity as Echo pointed out.” Tech pushed his goggles up his nose then gave Echo a mischievous look. “If you ever want to get Wrecker you should try his feet when he is sleeping.” The look on Wrecker’s face was priceless.

Echo let out a laugh, his head rolling back against Crosshair’s shoulder, weight heavy but comforting. “I feel like I’d get kicked.”

“You might.” Tech conceded, now wary of Wrecker’s narrowed eyes. “But it would give you a chance to run, which you will need.” Good point. Wrecker never let it go without some revenge and once you were caught, well, he wasn't one to let you get off easy.

“Ah, I don’t mind, Echo.” Wrecker said, gesturing towards them with a flourish. “They pretend to hate when we play like that but they’re liars.” Echo chuckled at the accusation but didn’t comment, instead settling in like he was going to nap right then and there. Hell, he might. He’d snuggled closer, head tipped back against Crosshair’s shoulder and arms resting lightly on top of where Crosshair still held firm around his waist. Echo was now a heavy, warm weight that was nearly putting him to sleep. The cabin settled once it was clear no one else was going to get tackled, although Wrecker made a few threats that he didn’t follow through on. One to grab Crosshair’s feet since he was ‘pinned down’ by a heavy ARC trooper was enough to make him want to curl his legs up and away from open air. He didn’t let down his guard until Wrecker had safely tucked back into bed.

“I think I’ve decided you're evil. Just so you know.” Echo commented as the energy settled. Crosshair peaked down at him. His eyes were closed but there was a smile still on his face. Leftover from all the laughing. He seemed tired but peaceful, even as he accepted the unfamiliar attention. With a shrug Crosshair laid his head against Echo’s, content and hoping he could get a good nap out of all that warmth.

“Shouldn’t have been so quick to mention ticklishness if you didn’t want to be tickled in the first place.” He whispered back with a hint of teasing in his tone.

“Whatever.” Echo was quick to grumble back. A hint of pink dusted over his cheeks again but Crosshair decided he could tease about that some other time. “I’ll get you back.” Echo promised. Oh, he was sure Echo would. He’d strike when it wasn’t expected and he was sure it would be just as bad if not worse than when the others took him down. Echo seemed to have a revenge streak in him if the pranks he already pulled on Tech were anything to go off of. Yeah, he could anticipate a battle in his future.

Instead of letting on to the way he tensed he slapped Echo’s side. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Later. Just relax for a bit, would ya? You’re going to give me a headache from all your yapping.” It made Echo bristle but he did keep his mouth closed until a yawn escaped. Turns out he wasn’t the only one overtired - and Echo finally seemed worn out and content enough to sleep. With one last squeeze he settled back against the wall to take one of those cat naps he was so fond of, his new brother tucked securely in his arms.

[snifflie-ollie]

nsft mention

ive been doing it all day today. rolling up a tissue and tracing it around in and out of my nose, replacing it every few minutes, the itching, burning feeling rising and falling--it's a fight. my nose is very reluctant to sneeze, and i have to spend 10 or 15 minutes in this pattern, trying to get that tickle to grow. my breath hitches every so often, but it's little, and farther apart. after ages, finally, i can feel myself getting close to the end point, my breath shaking and hitching. at this point, there's a tear rolling down my face, and i'm sniffling. i finally feel it reaching the climax -- but i'm stubborn, and i try my best to hold back. Three rapid, hitchy breaths escape my mouth as i successfully hold myself back from sneezing. "Hh--Hhh--HHAH---!" and then... nothing. my nose takes this as an indicator that the problem's been solved, and the feeling fades--mostly. there's still this tickly feeling in the depths of my nose that a simple sniff can't seem to get rid of. and, having suggessfully curved a sneeze, of course, i'm hard. i can't take care of anything non-nose related while i'm inducing; i've tried, and it only makes it more difficult to concentrate, so i have to choose one or the other. i choose my desperate, dripping, itchy red nose. but, again, because my body is the way that it is, i have to work all the way back up. in and out, spinning around, hitting all of the dry spots. wax and wane, wax and wane. an itch that builds just enough to make you think you could sneeze with it, so you focus your breath, manually initiating a hitch, but it isn't enough, and fades just as quickly as it came. finally, again, i begin to reach that tipping point, my nose trembling, nostrils flaring, rubbing the bridge of my nose to guide myself. and, once again, i become icarus, and my hubris gets the best of me. i can hold back again, right? i'm great at it. sure, it'll frustrate me more, but i'm not thinking about that right now. i'm thinking about how i want power over my nose. and how holding back is hot. so i try again. shaky, prominent hitches begin, and--"Hh--HHh--HHA'SCHEW!" i end up failing miserably with a unexpected, loud, wet sneeze. my nose is satisfied, not letting me have anymore sneezes without another 15 minutes of painful inducing, but, for the rest of the day, i'll be just itchy enough to need to sneeze, but not enough to sneeze.

might as well roll up the tissue and do it again.

[sailtomarina]

I forbid it

She could feel his stare as she walked across the common room. All their time over the past weeks sneaking around, snogging behind tapestries, feeling one another up and always listening for passerby, and for what? A fleeting high? Self-satisfaction for scratching that itch that was the unobtainable?

Hermione was tired of the secrets. She was tired of the way they pretended and ignored and put up a show for the rest of their classmates, like their feelings mattered more somehow. 

Last night had been the last straw, Malfoy pinning her hips against the bookshelf, his head between her thighs, his tongue deep inside her cunt. She’d whimpered and moaned low in her throat, fighting the sounds threatening to erupt into the silence, and he’d dared to stop, to forbid her from making a sound. It wouldn’t be an issue, now would it, if he’d only allowed her to cast a simple silencio, or even a muffliato? But, no. The git got off on her struggles, smiling into her wet centre and working her into a frenzy she was not permitted to express.

Not fifteen minutes later, he walked past her table like she didn’t even exist, laughing with an arm slung over Daphne Greengrass’ shoulders.

So yes, Hermione was over the indignity of it all. She’d had her fun, same as he, and she now wanted more.

Her steps led her right up to Theodore Nott. His brown eyes, shot through with flecks of moss green, were wide as he looked up at her.

Lovely.

Hermione had actually had her eye on Nott long before her “thing” with Malfoy; what better time than now to make good on what she knew was mutual curiosity?

“Nott.”

She tracked the bob of his Adam’s apple in smug satisfaction, how he shifted in his seat as if slightly uncomfortable. He should be. He had several eyes on him, including a set as mercurial as their owner.

“Did you need something, Granger?”

He could try to keep his voice as smooth and steady as he liked; Hermione could tell he was affected. Malfoy wasn’t the only one who liked to toy with his prey. She, too, found rising pleasure in pinpointing a weakness, a desire, and pressing down onto it like a bruise. She knew Theodore would love nothing more than to be sassed around by a bold witch who routinely challenged the leaderboards and knew her way around a cock.

“Do you mind if I sit?” She kept her tone light, shooting her eyes towards the empty spot on the loveseat next to him. 

There were plenty of other chairs around the 8th year common room, so it was no surprise that Theo glanced around in speculation before landing his eyes back on her with a knowing grin.

“I wouldn’t mind at all.”

Rather than sit down like any normal person would, Hermione chose to kick off both shoes and extend her legs across his lap. He rewarded her boldness with a sharp inhale, hands rising out of the way then hovering uncertain midair.

“I’m good now. You can rest your hands on top if you’d like. I wouldn’t say no to a massage, either.” She ignored the glare from the nearby armchair.

Theo choked out a laugh before settling his hands atop her knee highs. “As the lady commands.” Then he set to work, fingers kneading in circles up and down her calves.

She couldn’t help but luxuriate in the pleasure of a good massage, closing her eyes and humming in appreciation.

“Can you fucking not?” came the sharp rebuke.

She opened one eye to look over at Malfoy where he sat, hands clenched into fists atop his knees..

“Is there a problem?” she asked, still playing the sweet tone. The chuckle next to her told her she wasn’t alone in her enjoyment of their little scene.

“Yeah, there is.” If he contorted his face any further, maybe it’d get stuck that way. “Nobody wants to see that.” 

She obliged him by turning her attention towards Theo’s hands and the way they rose higher up her leg with each sweep of his palms. The two of them shared a look, and she nodded at the questioning tickle of his finger where sock met skin. If she wasn’t enjoying Malfoy’s discomfort so much, she would have been completely distracted by the charming way in which Theodore’s dimples revealed themselves only when his grin stretched past a certain point.

Her socks slid off with his hands in one smooth movement, and this time it was Malfoy who let out a strangled sound that others might misinterpret as shock. Hermione knew better. So did Theo.

“Mmm, that feels much better,” she breathed out, knowing exactly how low and throaty her voice had become. Going off of the hardness on top of which her calves rested, Theo was also affected.

“Shit, Granger,” muttered Theo, hands boldly moving from ankle all the way to thigh with increasing confidence. He leaned closer in her direction with each upward motion. 

They yelped at the crash from Malfoy shoving his foot into the coffee table and sending it flying against the wall.

“Get the fuck up, Hermione.”

She blinked at the figure now only inches away from her, eyes tracing up a fit torso, past a clenched jaw, and landing on the prettiest grey eyes as sharp as obsidian glass. His cologne flooded her senses, sweet oranges and coriander. She craved that smell, wanted it etched into her skin like a signature claim.

“'Hermione' now, is it?”

Oh, he was pissed, eyes flashing like they were, lips curling into a snarl as one hand darted out to wrap around her elbow.

“Oi!” In a flash, Theo was there, having stood up so quickly to grab onto Malfoy’s forearm that Hermione’s legs were tossed helter-skelter to the side.

“Shove off, Theo. This is between Hermione and I.” Malfoy tried to shrug off the hold, but Theo refused to budge.

“Since when is she ‘Hermione’ to you?” Theo scoffed. He glanced down at her and the concern in his kind eyes nearly had her blurting the truth out in one go. “You either ignore her or treat her like shite.”

If the hold on her arm got any tighter, it’d leave visible bruises.

“Let go of her, mate,” he continued to cajole his best friend, pushing more of his body between the two of them. If she wasn’t already completely in love with Malfoy, Hermione could easily see herself falling for Theo.

“I’ll let go when she asks,” Malfoy retorted.

At that, Hermione found herself the focus of both wizards. Theo didn’t say anything, hazel eyes softened in a show of support. Malfoy, on the other hand, wore an expression she’d never seen before.

Was it…desperation? Fear? What could he be afraid of?

“Let go of me, Draco.”

Theo’s eyes sharpened at the name, while the target of her request looked almost stunned dumb. For a moment, she thought he was going to refuse, nails biting into the fabric of her jumper. He let out a long exhale and released her. She spoke again before he could retreat.

“There’s one way you can stop me from leaving.”

So fixated were they on one another, that neither of them acknowledged Theo’s move away from them. It was just him, her, and a vast pool of unspoken desires. This was as far as she was willing to go. If he couldn’t say it, wouldn’t say it, then she’d walk away and never look back.

Her breathing was loud in her ears, and she wondered if it was just as loud to him. One of her curls hung partially in her eyes, tickling her lips with each puff of air. The longer they stared, the less sure she felt. Maybe she’d completely misread him.

It was just as Hermione was tensing her thighs to stand up that he moved.

His hand returned, only this time, it drifted gently towards her face. She froze, entranced at the encroaching brush of skin to skin. Instead, he took her wayward strand and fingered it between dexterous digits.

“I’m a coward, Hermione.” The words were spoken so softly that she thought she might have imagined them. But then he continued. “You deserve much better than me. I’m nothing. No one.”

She made to protest, reassurances bubbling to the surface, but he cut her off. “No, I mean it. Theo is the better wizard, and you’d probably be happier with him, but I can’t, I won’t see him be the one to make you smile. I refuse to let him touch you the way I’ve touched you. You’re mine, but I can’t fucking say it until you claim me as yours first.”

Not once had Hermione ever heard him speak to such lengths in such genuine sincerity, his insecurity and want shining within his gaze as obvious as the sun in the sky and the light on her skin. She felt lifted up on a bubble of euphoria, only this time she wasn’t afraid of her foundation breaking apart and sending her tumbling headfirst to the ground. She rose up and up, her chest filled to bursting with, dare she say it, hope?

“I want you, Draco Malfoy. I, Hermione Granger, want you, and only you.”

The words were said and couldn’t be taken back, not that she ever would. And he, in turn, dropped to his knees to press palms to cheeks, lips to lips, to drink her in like a man on the verge of death. It was all very romantic and dramatic.

“About bloody time.”

Theo’s eyes rolled, but he still smirked at the sight of the daftest people he knew finally coming together like they should have long ago. Maybe in another timeline he would have gleefully played for keeps; Merlin help him, but both of them were fit as fuck and he was always looking for a shag. Still, he didn’t mind the role given to him and had accepted Granger’s proposition before she’d even finished asking. Just as long as she didn’t forget and returned the favour one day–maybe when the two of them were feeling adventurous and interested in a third.

He whistled as he left the room, angling towards the greenhouses and a certain snake slayer due for some deepthroating.

WC 1729

Cross-posted on Tumblr and AO3 (eventually).

Written for DramionePrompts’ daily Twitter prompt: “I forbid it”

 I very nearly wrote this as an actual breakup scene where Hermione goes off with Theo who, bless him, is another favourite of mine. I resisted the urge and stayed true to our duo because I also love a good confession and reunion. Now I can’t stop thinking about Theo x Neville getting it on in the greenhouse…

[ticklygiggles]

Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 6 - Movie

Victuuri

A/N: I this one got a little longer, but I don't think a read more is needed, hopefully! I hope you all enjoy this~

Yuuri had confessed his best kept secret to Victor... well, it wasn't something that Victor hadn't already realized by now, but he still knew that it was something very difficult for Yuuri to admit.

His little face had turned unsightly red, Victor worried that Yuuri would faint at any moment. His eyes became watery with embarrassment and he fidgeted with his fingers almost desperately, but in the end, he was able to finally say it: 

Yuuri liked being tickled. 

Victor was thrilled. He most absolutely loved to tickle Yuuri. Oh, to feel his little body squirming and jerking under his touch, seeing his beautiful, big grin and hearing his absolutely breathtaking laughter was simply the most amazing thing in the world.

Victor had comforted him, saying that it wasn't bad at all and that he thought he was very adorable and that he, most importantly, loved him no matter what. Yuuri had calmed down and even smiled with relief, but Victor didn't tickle him and Yuuri didn't ask him to tickle him either. 

In fact, more than five days had passed since that confession and Victor, although his fingers itched to make Yuuri laugh, thought that the natural thing was that, since he knew the secret, Yuuri was the one who should ask him to tickle him.

Right?

Victor wasn't so sure anymore and he sighed heavily as he settled himself on the couch, Yuuri quickly finding a spot glued to him, whining that he was scared. 

Victor chuckled, "Yuuri, you can go to our bedroom," he said gently, kissing the top of Yuuri's head. "You're not forced to watch this movie with me."

Yuuri was nearly crying. He wasn't fond of scary movies, Victor knew this perfectly well, so he made sure to tell him in advance so Yuuri could go and watch tv in their room if he wanted, but instead, his little katsudon decided to stay there with him. 

"But… what if you get scared all alone?" 

"Aaaackkk!" Victor whined, hugging Yuuri tightly. "You are so cute, Yuuri! Fine, let's watch it together then!"

Victor didn't let go of Yuuri as the movie started. He held him tightly against his chest, cradling him as if he was hugging his own child, gently rubbing his back and kissing his forehead, but he could feel Yuuri's heart beating like crazy. His lover was really scared, wasn't him? Victor thought maybe it was best to stop the movie, but then he suddenly had an idea.

The movie was quite predictable, he barely reacted at the first jumpscare, contrary to Yuuri who jumped five feet in the air with a squeak. Victor had to giggle as he hugged Yuuri even tighter. 

He waited for the next jumpscare and just when it was going to happen-

"EEKAHAHAHA!" Yuuri's laughter drowned out the loud scream from the tv. Victor laughed as his fingers dug into Yuuri's soft skin, tickling him. "Vihihihityahaha!" 

"Yuuri," Victor said, stopping his tickling. "I have an idea to help you to not get too scared!" Yuuri flushed. "Every time there's a very scary scene, I will tickle you."

"A-Ah?! B-But I-

"So you'll start to learn when the next jumpscare will appear- like now."

"Ack! Ahahahaha! W-Wahahait! I wahahahasn't reheheady!" He said, giggling brightly as Victor dug his fingers into his ribs.

"Okay fine," Victor answered, stopping once again and rubbing Yuuri's back comfortably to help him relax. "But next time there's no waiting for you. If you don't get scared, I won't tickle you, okay? But if you do…"

"Ehehaha! Okahahay, gohohot it!"

Time and time again, Yuuri would jump at every scary scene and Victor had to tickle him every time until he was pink in the face and Victor simply couldn't get enough of that sweet laughter. 

"Hiii- AHAHAHA! N-Nohohot thehehere!" Yuuri cackled when he felt fingers wiggling under his arms, and even though the scene was brief, somehow those mean fingers were tickling him mercilessly. "V-Vihihictor! Thehe m-mohohohovie- ack!" 

Victor embraced Yuuri and turned their positions over, now Yuuri under him, pressed against the couch. 

"Yuuri, the movie is almost over!" He said, starting to tickle Yuuri again. "Are you pretending to get scared just so I tickle you?!"

Yuuri's face got completely red and Victor worried his teasing had gone too far, but Yuuri barely did anything to stop his tickly hands against his ticklish sides. 

"N-Nohohoho! I r-reheheally gehehet scahahared!"

Victor chuckled, his fingers moving down to Yuuri's tummy, making him laugh brightly. "I don't believe you. I think you just want me to tickle, isn't that so?"

Again, a string of fear pulled at his heart, but he was rewarded by a beautiful cackle when he grazed Yuuri's hips.  

Victor laughed when he saw Yuuri's head moving affirmatively just as his hands moved to Yuuri's hips and upper thighs. His lover shrieked with hysterical laughter and he tried to kick his legs and twist his upper body, but Victor held him down nicely. 

His cute Yuuri looked so beautifully happy. So joyful and alive, Victor could barely stand it. He stopped momentarily, to give his red-faced lover a break.

"You really want me to tickle you, Yuuri?"

Yuuri nodded breathlessly, smiling dreamily at his lover. "Yes, please? You haven't… done it in a while and- ahahahaha! But not thehehere!"

"Oh sorry, you already said that! So more tickling to you!" 

"NAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT!"

The movie was soon forgotten, the screams barely audible over Yuuri's nearly hysterical laughter. After all, maybe he didn't necessarily need to be told by Yuuri that he wanted to get tickled and that was a relief because he wanted to have his hands all over Yuuri the whole time.

"Yuuri... I heard this movie has a second part!"

"NOHOHAHAHA!"

[welikeclownsinthishouse]

He smells like Cedar

Hughie x Soldie Boy

Summary:

Hughie knew the Temp V changed him, made him a supe but he didn't know what exactly that meant, not until he smelled not only Butcher's rancid scent but also Soldier Boy's intoxicating one.

Or:

Hughie turns into an Omega because of the Temp V and Soldier Boy is pretty happy about that.

CW: anal sex, slightly dubious consent, overstimulation, A/B/O dynamics

Words: ~8600

Hughie felt his nose itch uncomfortably as he sat next to Butcher, his senses going haywire as he tried to concentrate on anything that wasn't the weird musky smell that couldn't come from anything else except Butcher. At first, he thought it might be the car; the smell seemed old, but he vaguely remembered smelling the same thing a few hours earlier.

The man next to him didn't seem to notice it, or maybe he was just ignoring it, but Hughie wasn't so lucky. Usually, Hughie was able to distract himself if Butcher's smell got too bad; he got used to the odor of sweat, blood, and gunpowder, but something about this was different.

The smell was more pungent, and the longer Hughie smelled it, the worse it seemed to get. For a minute, Hughie had even tried to breathe through his mouth, but he immediately regretted that decision when he almost retched on the spot; the taste was so much worse than the smell could ever be.

Maybe it was just the Temp V messing with his senses, but he really wanted it to go away, especially when he started to feel a little lightheaded. The smell started to feel overwhelming, completely overpowering everything Hughie tried to do to avoid it.

"You alright, lad? You're looking a little red." Butcher sounded far away, which alarmed Hughie even more that something wasn't quite right. Why was the Temp V only affecting him? Or was Butcher just better at hiding it?

"Yeah, I'm just feeling a bit off, you know? I probably need some air or something." Hughie mumbled then, his own voice sounding equally as far away while his eyes traced Butcher's features.

His eyes stayed on Butcher's face as the older man licked his lips and opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything; he just eyed him warily before he lowered the windows, and Hughie almost groaned in relief when he could finally breathe again.

The lightheadedness immediately lessened, and the tight feeling that had built up in his stomach dissipated almost completely. He could still feel it, a small twinge, but that was something he could ignore without problem.

"Thanks, Butcher," Hughie said then, a grateful smile on his lips as he leaned away from his friend and towards the open window. The cool air felt so good on his flushed skin that he didn't even notice how Butcher's previously tight grip on the steering wheel loosened significantly.

Hughie still smelled Butcher; the scent wasn't as strong as it had been previously, but it was still there, tickling his nose as he tried to ignore the tight feeling in his stomach that seemed to get worse depending on the intensity of the smell; he probably felt sick because of the Temp V.

His revolutionized sense of smell probably wouldn't even be so bad if Butcher smelled good or even acceptable, but he didn't. He smelled like a mixture of sweat and gasoline, which was totally unappealing in Hughie's opinion.

The way his body reacted to it was still weird; he had never felt this bad just from smelling something, not even the insides of the whale had made him react this severely.

As his thoughts drifted, he could feel Butcher's eyes on him, tracing over him as he drove but he ignored that the same way he ignored the twinge in his stomach and the now almost bearable smell. He just wanted to go lie down, not deal with whatever the Temp V did to him until it was out of his system.

When they finally closed in on the small cabin they had stashed Soldier Boy in Hughie felt another wave of relief; he didn't mind being alone with Butcher usually but for whatever reason he didn't want to be alone with him any longer.

He wasn't sure what brought that on, the thought hadn't even entered his mind until he saw the cabin but now it was all he could think about.

He didn't even know why he didn't want to be alone with Butcher, he never minded before but something about the way Butcher looked at him and about how his body reacted every time he did so made Hughie extremely uncomfortable.

So, when the car finally stopped Hughie immediately opened the door and walked towards the cabin. He knew his abrupt exit probably seemed weird but he just wanted to get into the cabin.

As he entered the small wooden building he immediately noticed a second, equally strong smell coming from somewhere but this smell was different; muskier with a strong undertone of cedar. Hughie didn't feel as negatively about this smell as he did about Butchers, he might even like it; scratch that he definitely liked it.

So, for a second he just breathed in the smell while he waited for Butcher to catch up with him, hoping that this smell would overpower Butchers. When he heard the door to the cabin close behind him just a few short seconds later he started to walk further into the room, further towards the smell that seemed to grow richer and better the closer Hughie got.

As he finally stepped into the living room, the room where the smell seemed to be the strongest, he froze as his eyes met Soldier Boy's. The supe was staring at him with such intensity that Hughie started to freak out a little, especially because he seemed like he was trying to figure something out.

Hughie himself was staring, staring because he finally knew where the strong scent was coming from and the knowledge that he liked the way Soldier Boy smelled caused a rush of heat to course through him, causing his body to flush with embarrassment and something else he couldn't bother to place.

As he stood there, seemingly paralyzed as his body grew warmer and warmer, Soldier Boy seemed to have a realization and Hughie really didn't know if he should be afraid or not. He took a few steps towards Hughie, his eyes never leaving him as he walked but before he could get much closer Butcher pushed past Hughie.

Soldier Boy's eyes snapped towards Butcher then, a dangerous glint in his eyes but Butcher didn't seem to notice, he just put a hand on Hughies shoulder and asked,

"You alright, son?" Hughie tore his gaze away from Soldier Boy's then, something that was way harder than it should have been before he looked back at Butcher.

"Yeah, I think so." He answered finally, his voice shaking ever so slightly while his eyes went back to Soldier Boy who was still staring at Butcher. If Hughie focused he could even smell how Soldier Boy's scent seemed to start smelling somewhat sour but he didn't know what that meant.

"Alright then," Butcher said only a few seconds later but the way he spoke made it abundantly clear that he didn't believe Hughie. Still, he dropped his hand and took a minuscule step back but even then his eyes never left Hughie.

The air felt stifling and he could smell how Butcher's scent got stronger again, almost as if it was trying to push Soldier Boys away. In response, Hughie took a step back, away from both men who were now looking at Hughie with worry and something else entirely, away from the two scents that only seemed to get stronger and stronger with each second.

Even after he stepped away from the two men their scents stuck with him. Soldier Boy's smell seemed to grow better and better while Butcher's only got worse. A small part of Hughie wanted to go to Soldier Boy, to get as close as possible while another, more rational part of him wanted to leave the cabin.

"So, Hughie and I didn't find shit, meaning we gotta look somewhere else." Butcher's voice sounded rough, like he was trying hard to keep it level while his body was subconsciously moving closer towards Hughie who in turn took a subconscious step back once again.

When Hughie noticed how Butcher was still turned towards him and somewhat placing himself between him and Soldier Boy he sighed and moved towards the couch where he promptly sat down, trying to ignore the way his body was still tingling and warm, still urging him to go up to the supe on his right.

"Fucking hell, I wanted ideas, not silence," Butcher said then, staring at Hughie more than anything while he waited for input but Hughie didn't know where else to look, he wasn't even sure if he could think about it; not when his mind was starting to grow fuzzy.

The smell was starting to get to him, he noticed with a start. He could feel the way his body started to grow hot, how he started to sweat and he really wanted to leave the room but he knew he couldn't, not now at least.

He had to wait at least until Butcher decided what to do or else he would know something was up and just the thought of Butcher getting closer to him to check on him caused his stomach to lurch.

So, he tried to ignore it, tried to ignore how hot he started to feel, how his mind seemed to stay on Soldier Boy no matter how hard he tried to think about literally anything else.

As his thoughts went to Soldier Boy once again he noticed how good his smell started to get, how intoxicating; he was only able to think about something else when he felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

He tensed as he did so, his face turning red with a new wave of embarrassment as he tried to shuffle his legs in an attempt to hide his half-hard cock.

Hughie wasn't sure how successful he was, and he definitely didn't know what the fuck was happening to him so he just prayed that the other two men wouldn't notice before he had the chance to run to another room.

"The legend might know something." Soldier Boy said then, his voice tense and his eyes still on Hughie as he spoke. Hughie's eyes immediately went to the supe, taking in how tense he seemed as he spoke, how his hands clenched at his sides, and how sweaty the supe seemed to be. What was going on with him?

"Fucking hell, are you serious?" Butcher asked immediately, the anger obvious in his tone. Hughie wasn't sure why he was angry but he really didn't have the capacity to think about it right now.

"Yup, and I won't come with you. Don't want to get captured you understand." Soldier Boy answered immediately, his tone mocking even though what he said made sense; in Hughie's opinion at least, Butcher didn't seem that convinced.

"Fuck me," Butcher muttered then, his gaze snapping to Hughie immediately. There was an unspoken question in his gaze, mixed with something akin to worry but Hughie just shook his head ever so slightly. He might not trust Soldier Boy but he'd rather be around the supe than trapped in a car with Butcher and his god-awful stench.

Butcher just sighed, his eyes going back to Soldier Boy before he said,

"Fine, I'll go. Hughie you stay here, go lay down or something. Soldier Boy come with me." He looked at both Hughie and Soldier Boy for a second before he stalked off, not giving either of them the chance to say anything, to protest. Soldier Boy didn't move though, his gaze stayed fixed on Hughie until Butcher yelled for him to follow him.

Reluctantly Soldier Boy left the room, following Butcher to the door while Hughie stayed on the couch. As he sat there, trying to listen to the two men talk without success, he could feel himself get more light-headed while his cock stayed half hard and his body started to tingle.

He needed to open a window he decided then before he quickly got up and walked over to the window situated behind the couch. Just as he was about to open it however he heard Soldier Boy say,

"What do you think you're doing?" His voice was deep, tinged with a mix between amusement and anticipation as he stared at Hughie.

"I- opening the window?" Hughie answered then, his mind growing more foggy as he stared at Soldier Boy who just looked at him, a smirk on his face.

"You're not really a supe are you?" Soldier Boy asked then and the sudden question didn't help with Hughie's growing confusion. What did that have to do with opening the window?

"What?" He asked then, trying to sort his thoughts as much as possible while simultaneously trying to hide how his dick was pressing against his jeans even now.

"I saw you. Shooting that green shit and now you smell like this." Soldier Boy continued, seemingly smelling the air as he did so and Hughie couldn't help but shiver at that even if he didn't know exactly why.

"What do you mean? I don't-," Hughie tried to ask but he couldn't finish his sentence, not when Soldier Boy stepped closer, bringing a new wave of his scent with him as he did so.

Hughie could feel his cock stirr in his pants as the smell invaded his nostrils, mortifying him even further. He quickly moved closer to the couch, trying to hide himself as much as possible while his eyes stayed on the supe in front of him.

Soldier Boy's growing smirk made it fairly obvious that he had noticed though, only making Hughie feel more embarrassed than before. The only thing he wanted was to go hide somewhere but he couldn't bring himself to move away, no matter how hard he tried his body just wouldn't budge.

"Don't pretend like you haven't smelled it, smelled me." Soldier Boy said then, walking even closer until he was standing almost right in front Hughie. Hughie took a step back then, silently cheering when his legs moved but otherwise keeping quiet as a blush rose to his face.

His eyes never left Soldier Boy's face as he did so, he didn't know why but it felt almost impossible to look away. Not even when he felt a mix between fear and arousal shoot through him was he able to look away. He wanted to, almost desperately so but he just couldn't.

He didn't know why he was feeling like that, why his body was hot and flushed, why his cock didn't seem to get the message that he shouldn't be hard right now and why his ass seemed to sweat more than it should. The only thing he knew was that it had something to do with that smell, with the Temp V.

"You shouldn't take things if you don't know what they do to you." Soldier Boy said then, his voice deep and teasing. He was so close now, so fucking close and Hughie really didn't know what to think of this, what to do about it.

His mind had gotten more and more hazy the closer Soldier Boy got, making it harder to concentrate on anything that wasn't the supe standing right in front of him.

"What-," Hughie started before stopping to take a breath, regretting it immediately when his mind got even more fuzzy while goosebumps broke out over his whole body. The smell was everywhere now, coursing through his veins like the blood that was coloring his face red.

"What did it do." Hughie whispered, trying not to speak too loudly in an effort not to breath in more of the now completely intoxicating smell. It was so thick he could taste it and he really wanted to walk away, to open the window or anything else that might help but he couldn't move no matter how hard he tried. What was going on with him?

"It made you like me." Hughie wanted to scoff, to tell him that he already knew that but Soldier Boy took another step towards him until he was so close that there was barely any room between the two of them before he continued to talk,

"Us supes we're special. Not just because we have powers but because of something else, a change in biology if you will." Soldier Boy put a hand on Hughie's neck then, his thumb pressing on the spot right at the junction of his neck causing Hughie's knees to tremble and his eyes to widen; he had never been that sensitive, not on this spot, why was he now?

"Our sense of smell is way better, makes it easier for us to to find someone compatible." Soldier Boy's voice was low, so low Hughie had trouble hearing him over the sound of his heart pounding and he knew he should leave now. He wanted to, believe him he did, but the hand on his neck kept him in place almost more firmly than the smell did.

"And you definitely smell like we're compatible." With that he crashed their lips together and Hughie just let it happen, too overwhelmed to react until Soldier Boy pushed his tongue into his mouth.

The feeling of his warm tongue pressing against his teeth made Hughie snap out of the haze he had been in, giving him the strength to take a step back before Soldier Boy's grip on his neck tightened.

Hughie's body screamed at him to keep going, desperate to feel some kind of friction but the small part of his brain that was still working as it should forced him to put a stop to this, no matter how much he seemed to want it, to crave it.

"Where do you think you're going?" Soldier Boy grumbled then, looking at Hughie with dark eyes as he pulled him back towards him and Hughie wanted to resist, to force Soldier Boy to let him go but he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted to.

"We shouldn't- I shouldn't do this. I don't even know what's going on." Hughie said then, his voice tinged with a touch of panic as he stared at Soldier Boy, taking in how close the supe was, how dark his eyes had gotten and how there seemed to be drops of sweat running down his temple. Was it really that hot in here?

"What do you think is going on?" Soldier Boy asked then, his tone only a little mocking as his hand on Hughie's neck tightened just a tad more, making it clear that Hughie wasn't going anywhere.

"I don't know! I just feel-," Hughie immediately stopped as he realised where he was going. He couldn't tell Soldier Boy how he felt, how much he wanted to kiss him again, how his body was basically screaming for Soldier Boy to touch him.

"What? Tell me." Soldier Boy commanded and no matter how much Hughie didn't want to answer he couldn't help but start speaking,

"I don't know, I-," He tried to give him some bogus answer but the supe interrupted him almost immediately,

"Tell me." He commanded again, his voice rougher and deeper than before and for some reason Hughie felt compelled to answer with the truth this time.

"My- my head feels fuzzy and I feel warm all over and I can't concentrate on anything except on this weird smell everywhere and-," he forced himself to stop talking then, unwilling to tell the man in front of him how horny he felt and how his ass seemed to sweat even more now.

"And?" Soldier Boy asked then, pushing Hughie back a few steps without removing his hand from Hughie's neck but Hughie didn't answer, he just stared at the man in front of him while he desperately tried to ignore the way his body felt.

"I can smell you, you know that right? Can smell your slick." Soldier Boy said then, his hand squeezing Hughie's neck while Hughie tried to figure out what the fuck he meant with that.

"What? What does that mean? I don't-," Hughie really wanted to know what was going on, what he was talking about but Soldier Boy didn't tell him. Instead he said,

"That's fucking perfect, means this is gonna be even better than I thought." With that Soldier Boy pushed Hughie against the wall behind him before pressing his lips back against Hughie's in one swift action. Hughie didn't even realize how close they had gotten to the wall until his back slammed against it.

Hughie tried to push Soldier Boy away, tried to get him off him but even to himself his efforts seemed lackluster; he needed to push him off but he really didn't want to, not when his mouth pressing against his felt so fucking good.

The smell coupled with Soldier Boy's warm tongue pushing into his mouth once again started to overwhelm him, his mind growing fuzzier by the second. The feeling only worsened when he felt one of Soldier Boy's hands gripping his now fully hard cock through his jeans.

He had completely given up on pushing the supe away for now, he just needed to feel this good for a bit, just until he could collect enough strength to push him away later.

So, instead of trying to push him off Hughie gripped the front of Soldier Boy's shirt tightly while the supes other hand trailed down until he reached Hughie's now fully hard cock. Hughie gasped at the feeling, his knees shaking slightly while Soldier Boy just chuckled lowly.

The supes other hand pressed down onto the sweet spot on Hughie's neck once again, more firmly this time, forcing a surprised moan out of Hughie.

"That's where the smell comes from, a special gland pushing it out." Soldier Boy murmured after moving away ever so slightly before he took one of Hughie's hands in his own, bringing it up to his own neck so Hughie himself could feel what he was talking about.

Hughie didn't move at first, too afraid to do something wrong but his curiosity won out after just a few seconds causing his had to move ever so slightly along Soldier Boy's neck until he found what he was looking for.

Soldier Boy let out a small, almost inaudible gasp then, causing Hughie to retract his hand like he had been burned but not long after that he moved it back, tracing the gland with his fingers which seemed to spur Soldier Boy on even more.

Slowly, the supe started to move his hand away from Hughie's cock then, trailing it upwards until his reached Hughie's chest. At first it just stayed there, squeezing Hughie's peck before he pinched his nipple, chuckling at the surprised noise Hughie made.

At the back of his mind Hughie knew he should probably stop this now, that he should move away but the haze his mind was in made it impossible for him to do so. Not to mention that he seemed to feel better than he had in days, weeks even.

"You know, there are three things a supe can be." Soldier Boy murmured as he moved his mouth away from Hughie's and down to his jaw, tracing kisses along it as he seemingly waited for Hughie to answer.

Hughie didn't know what to say to that though, he couldn't even concentrate long enough on the words, not when Soldier Boy's second hand started to fondle his cock once again.

"There are alphas like me and your annoying friend." Soldier Boy said as he bit Hughie's jaw, the mix of pain and pleasure causing Hughie's mind to grow even hazier than before. He could barely make out the underlying anger when Soldier Boy mentioned Butcher.

"Then there are Betas but they're fucking useless." He continued as his mouth trailed further down his neck, closer towards the gland Soldier Boy had showed him just minutes earlier.

"And then there are Omegas, sweet little things, perfect for fucking and breeding." He bit down on Hughie's scent gland as he finished his sentence and the explosion of pleasure that coursed through him at the feeling completely overrode the horror he had felt when Soldier Boy said breeding.

Soldier Boy's mouth stayed fixed on the scent gland in Hughie's neck, licking and biting it almost softly while his hands continued to fondle his nipple and his dick. Hughie couldn't concentrate on anything but the growing pleasure and the ever growing smell that completely encased him.

With each bite, each press against his cock he could feel his stomach tighten as his orgasm built ever so slowly until he finally came, his orgasm so intense that his vision blurred and his knees buckled.

The feeling of pleasure was only amplified when he felt Soldier Boy's mouth on his own once again while his hands moved away from his chest and cock and instead towards his hips, keeping him steady while pulling him flush against the supe

"Fuck you're perfect for this." Soldier Boy said not long after before pushed his head into Hughie's neck, obviously taking in his scent before he looked back into Hughie's wide but somewhat unfocused eyes.

"Let's move this somewhere else, yeah?" Soldier Boy mumbled then, licking his lips as he stared Hughie down. At first Hughie didn't really get what the supe was saying, what he was insinuating but a quick glance at Soldier Boy's crotch made it abundantly clear what the supe had in mind.

"Wait, we shouldn't-," Hughie said then, hoping the supe would see reason but Soldier Boy didn't even let Hughie finish his sentence before he pushed him towards the bedroom.

Hughie tried to resist, tried to make it harder for Soldier Boy to push him but the smell was so thick, so intoxicating it made Hughie's limbs feel like jelly and his cock grow once more.

At least that's what Hughie told himself, that he tried to resist, that he didn't want this but he knew in the back of his mind that a small part of him had wanted something like this to happen even before he took the Temp V.

Hughie was so distracted by the smell that he didn't even notice they reached the bedroom until Soldier Boy pushed him onto the bed and removed his shoes.

"Wait-," Hughie tried to say but his mouth felt dry and his tongue heavy as he watched Soldier Boy pull down Hughie's pants and underwear causing Hughie to shiver when the cold air hit his flushed skin.

He glanced at his cock then, seeing the come coating his dick as it stood to attention once again. For a second Hughie thought about teleporting away then, he was already naked and it would be easy, quick but that thought was interrupted when he glanced back up at the supe only to see him pull his shirt over his head.

Hughie's eyes scanned over Soldier Boys chest then, taking in the sweat that was glistening on his muscles, the way said muscles moved when Soldier Boy pushed his grey sweatpants down until he was able to step out of them.

Hughie's eyes immediately snapped to the supes cock then, taking in how it was already glistening with pre come and how it seemed to bulge at the base.

He couldn't concentrate on it for long before he felt more sweat leaking from his ass however, causing embarrassment and confusion to course through him. Hughie reached down then, trying to wipe away the sweat but it felt different, stickier and thicker than it should.

"That's your slick." Soldier Boy mumbled then and Hughie almost yelled out in surprise as he realised that Soldier Boy had leaned down towards him until they were almost face to face, the supes body almost blanketing him.

"What?" Hughie was truly alarmed now, the haze making space for the panic that started to grow when he realized the Temp V really fucked something up. Was that why Butcher didn't want him to take the Temp V at first?

Soldier Boy didn't seem to mind the sweat, or slick, at least. He just leaned further down and grabbed Hughie's wrist, bringing it closer to his face before he licked his fingers clean until Hughie's fingers were no longer glistening with slick but instead with spit.

Hughie just stared at Soldier Boy's tongue as it moved over his fingers, trying to gather every small ounce with his tongue while Hughie pretended to think about a way to leave, intentionally forgetting the obvious and easy solution. He had to at least pretend though, for his own sanity at least.

Soldier Boy let out a deep moan when he swallowed the last drop of slick, causing Hughie to forget about the fact that he should be getting away. He didn't forget it for long, only for a few seconds but Soldier Boy used that time to remove Hughie's shirt, leaving them both completely naked.

"I'm going to fuck you so good you'll never think about anyone else." Soldier Boy said then, his hands gripping Hughie's thighs and pushing them apart before he sat between them on the bed.

Hughie would never admit how excited that sentence made him feel, not to anyone else and not to himself but he knew he shouldn't let this go on any further now.

"Woah, wait! Wait I-," Hughie started but Soldier Boy just made an impatient noise before he leaned down again, this time however he grabbed Hughie by the back of the neck and pushed his head into his own neck.

Hughie tried to move away, tried to hold his breath when that didn't work but he couldn't do that for long, not when he could still smell Soldier Boy.

It only took a few seconds for Hughie to breath in, taking in more of the smell that made him grow hot and slick; he hated that he couldn't stop himself from leaning into Soldier Boy's neck, hated that he couldn't stop himself from burying his nose deeper into the scent gland that made him feel oh so good.

At the back of his mind he knew that Soldier Boy probably did this to stop him from complaining, that he should try to get away in earnest now but he really didn't want to.

Hughie barely noticed it when Soldier Boy moved closer, he only did when he felt the tip of Soldier Boys cock at his asshole. Hughie felt another rush of panic set in but Soldier Boys hand didn't budge, forcing him to breathe in the deep scent more and more until he could feel his body relax once again.

"It won't hurt, you're so slick I'll slide right in." Soldier Boy mumbled into Hughie's hair and while that wasn't the reason for his panic Hughie couldn't help but feel a little relieved; he had been a little scared of the pain.

Without warning Soldier Boy pushed his cock inside Hughie then, and it really didn't hurt it just felt somewhat uncomfortable. Hughie tensed slightly as Soldier Boy bottomed out, the thick base causing a small burst of pain but Hughie didn't stay tense for long, not when his face was still pressed against Soldier Boys neck.

Hughie closed his eyes then, concentrating on the smell and the feeling of Soldier Boys cock inside him while he listened to Soldier Boys breathing. After a particularly deep breath the supe started to move, not even letting Hughie get fully used to the feeling of having his dick inside him.

Soldier Boy's hand let go of Hughie's neck then, instead gripping his hips and Hughie immediately dropped onto the mattress beneath him as he felt Soldier Boy's cock move in and out of him, a disgusting noise accompanying each movement.

Hughie was completely pliant now, his body too desperate to do anything but take it and even Hughie's mind was starting to come around, the feeling of Soldier Boy's cock brushing against his prostate with every other thrust was too good to fight.

Hughie felt his stomach tighten once again when Soldier Boy quickened his thrusts, slamming into him witb enough force to leave Hughie breathless. He could feel his second orgasm approaching with each thrust and he could feel Soldier Boys grip tighten on his hips, turning almost bruising.

Hughie let out moan after moan as Soldier Boy angled his hips just the right way to hit his prostate with almost every thrust before Hughie could feel his orgasm crash into him.

His body tensed and twitched as his dick spurted another load of come over his stomach. Soldier Boy was still fucking into him as he came, chasing his own orgasm that came just a few thrusts later.

Soldier Boy was breathing heavily as he thrust his hips a few more times, trying to push his come as deep into Hughie as possible before he stopped moving, instead taking a few deep breaths while his gaze wandered up to Hughie's face.

Hughie just watched the supe, watched his chest rising and falling and the beads of sweat running down his neck. They stayed like that for a bit, just looking at each other while Hughie could feel the mix of come and sweat in his ass before Soldier Boy pulled out of him.

At first Hughie felt relieved, relieved that he could finally lay go and lay down but that feeling didn't last long because just a second after Soldier Boy pulled out he could see the supes soft cock harden once again.

Just as Hughies eyes widened at the sight the supe grabbed his hips and turned him over before he pushed his cock back into Hughie.

A startled moan escaped Hughie as he felt his sensitive hole being stretched again but before he can say anything at all Soldier Boy said,

"Let's see if I can get you pregnant even if you're not a real supe." The supe sounded down right delighted as he spoke while Hughie felt a mix between deep panic and arousal at the words. He didn't want to be pregnant, especially not with Soldier Boy's kid!

"What? Soldier Boy wait-," He started to speak but he was once again interrupted when Soldier Boy started to thrust his hips again.

"Call me Ben, sweetheart." He said as soon as Hughie stopped speaking. He sounded incredibly happy with himself as he pounded into Hughie without pause, his hips not even stuttering as Hughie tried to speak once again.

"Fuck, you need to stop, I can't-," Hughie tried to tell him off once again but his sentence was interrupted a throaty moan when Soldier Boy, or Ben now, hit his prostate with a particularly hard thrust.

"That's it sweetheart, just let me do this alright? You're doing so good, taking me so good." Hughie couldn't help but moan at the praise and he knew Ben caught that, the small chuckle gave it away.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you're full of my come, you hear that? I gotta make sure don't I? Probably won't have this chance again." Ben rambled on as he snapped his hips, an almost cruel pace now while Hughie gripped the pillow beneath his head and moaned, his body overwhelmed and wanton while his mind started to blank.

"You're going to look so good all round and swollen with my kid." Ben said then, his hands tightening on Hughie's hips while Hughie just moaned into the pillow.

He couldn't think about anything except Ben, couldn't think about Butcher who might come in at any second while Ben slammed his cock inside him repeatedly and he definitely couldn't think about what Ben just said no matter how horrifying it was.

The only thing he could think about was his dick that was twitching in need for a third time and the knowledge that he couldn't teleport away anymore, not with Ben's cock buried so deep inside him; he would just take the supe with him now.

With another deep moan Hughie felt his third orgasm crash over him, causing his body to tremble and his mind to white out once more. His dick almost hurt now, way too oversensitive after coming so often in such a short timeframe but Ben didn't stop moving his hips.

He still didn't stop when Hughie let out a small sob and he certainly didn't stop when Hughie's moans turned into whines and his eyes started to water.

Hughie could barely feel it when Ben came for a second time, there was only a small pause before Ben continued to fuck Hughie; the only reason Hughie noticed at all was the tightening of Ben's grip on his hips and the sudden spike in Ben's scent.

If Hughie were more coherent he might have been slightly startled at the fact he noticed a change in Ben's smell at all but as it was Hughie just whined into the pillow once again while he hoped for a small break. He just needed a second to rest but Ben didn't stop, he just continued to fuck into him with strong, almost bruising thrusts.

"I'm not going to stop until I'm sure you're pregnant Sweetheart, want this to be worth every second." Ben murmured then, his voice rough and so deep Hughie almost felt it in his bones. Hughie couldn't react with more than another broken whine though, his mouth wouldn't form the words he wanted to say no matter how hard he tried.

Just then Hughie smelled another scent in the air, strong and rich and repulsive and he was sure Ben smelled it as well if the way his hands tightened their grip even further was anything to go by.

"Be quiet alright sweetheart? You don't want your friend to see you like this, do you?" Soldier Boy mumbled after leaning down until his back was pressed almost flush against Hughies, his mouth right next to his ear.

Hughie thought about yelling out to Butcher for just a second but decided against it as soon as Ben started to move his hips again, slower this time but still deliberate.

"The legend had a lead, any of you interested in comin' along?" Butcher yelled out then, his voice coming closer to the room they were in which caused a new sense of panic to bloom inside him. That newfound panic only increased when he felt Ben quicken his thrusts just a fraction but still enough to increase the pleasure Hughie felt.

"I'm not interested and I'm pretty sure the cumguzzler ain't either." Ben said then, his voice loud and slightly out of breath. Hughie almost felt offended when he heard the name Ben had called him but he didn't have time to stay offended before Ben aimed directly at his prostate causing a sharp yell to leave his throat before he bit into the pillow beneath him.

Ben just chuckled lowly before they heard Butcher speak again,

"Why the fuck not?" Butcher sounded pissed and somewhat confused as he walked closer to the room until he was standing at the other side of the door. Hughie was just glad Butcher hadn't heard him.

Hughie could feel the panic mix with both pain and pleasure as Ben quickened his thrusts further while he nibbled at Hughie's earlobe.

He ground his teeth further into the pillow, so tightly he was scared he might bite a chunk out of it but he needed to stay quiet; at least as quiet as he could be with dampened moans still escaping him while Ben pounded into him from behind.

"I ain't interested and what's his face said he'd go lie down so fuck off." Ben yelled back, his tone angrier than before while his hips started to stutter ever so slightly.

"I can feel your asshole tighten, you like knowing he's that close don't you? Like getting almost caught while I'm breeding you nice and good?" Ben said then, his voice quieter, only meant for Hughie and Hughie couldn't help but let out a sob at the question.

He couldn't help it but Ben was right, the thought that Butcher could see them like this seemed to turn him on even more than he already was. Not to mention how fucking arousing the things Ben said seemed to be.

"Fucking useless both of you." Butcher yelled back before he retreated and Hughie couldn't help but sigh in relief when he heard the front door of the cabin slam shut with much more force than necessary.

"It's almost gone." Ben mumbled then, just a second before he slammed into Hughie, once again shooting his warm come inside him while shallowly thrusting his hips.

"What?" Hughie mumbled back, ignoring the ache between his legs and the sting of tears at the corners of his eyes.

"The green shit is losing it's effect, I could barely smell your friend and you're not smelling as strong either." Ben sounded down right disappointed as he spoke but Hughie felt another wave of relief; he might not get pregnant anyway but knowing that the chance was going straight to zero waa comforting nonetheless.

Ben pulled out of Hughie then, the feeling causing a low whine to leave Hughie's throat but before he could even think about what would happen now Ben turned him over once again.

Hughie looked at the supe then, took in the sweat running down his neck and the sly smirk on his face. As he stared he dimly noted that his mind didn't feel quite as hazy anymore which didn't help much now but the knowledge felt nice at least.

He saw Ben's eyes roaming over him before they stopped at the junction of his neck once again, making Hughie feel a sense of foreboding mingling with a small pang of excitement that rose within him once again.

He had no idea why he felt that way, why just a small look could make his body feel tense and warm at the same time but he didn't have enough time to think about it.

Not when Ben pushed his dick inside him again, moving slower this time while Hughie let out breathy little moans. He could feel his ass ache and his cock throbb but he couldn't do anything, couldn't move. He was way too exhaus, too overstimulated.

So, he just laid there and all but sobbed as Ben started to quicken his thrusts until he reached a punishing pace, undoubtedly trying to come before the Temp V was completely burned out.

As he moved Hughie could already feel the nausea that always came at least thirty minutes before he threw up and he desperately wanted to tell Ben to stop, that he had to throw up but he couldn't; he wasn't able to make any sound that wasn't a moan or a sob.

He watched Ben as he laid there, his eyes half lidded and filled with tears. He watched as he leaned down and pressed an almost tender kiss to his mouth before he went down to nibble at his neck, at his previously way more sensitive scent gland.

He could feel the bites getting harder but he couldn't do more than bury his hand in Ben's hair as he felt his next orgasm build up painfully slowly. He didn't even want to come anymore, the pain now definitely outweighing the pleasure but he didn't think Ben cared much about that.

"Ben-, please-," Hughie mumbled then, the only words he was able to force out of his mouth and even he didn't know what exactly he was asking for, if he wanted Ben to be quicker or if he wanted him to stop altogether but Ben seemed to have his own idea.

One of the supe's calloused hands wrapped around Hughie's oversensitive cock, stroking it in time with his still bruising thrusts while his mouth stayed glued to his neck, licking and biting the same spot so much Hughie was sure there would be a bruise.

Hughie felt the tears stream down his face as he felt his cock swell once again, oversensitive and aching as Ben's fingers slid over the slick tip, spreading the come almost gently along the aching cock while the movement of his hips slowed until he was barely moving at all.

"This might hurt a little." He muttered against Hughie's neck then, his voice low and his breath ragged, before he bit down once again. The pain in Hughie's neck was so overwhelming he didn't notice how both the movement of Ben's hand and the movement of his hips started to quicken once again.

"I'm gonna mark you, you hear me? And then I'm gonna give you my knot, make sure you won't go anywhere." Hughie had no idea what any of that meant, what a knot was or what Ben was about to do; he wasn't even sure if he wanted to know if he was being completely honest.

Before he could think about that much longer, however, Ben bit down even harder, so hard Hughie could feel a drop of blood running down his neck. Surprisingly it didn't hurt though, instead he felt pleasure so intense Hughie couldn't think about anything but Ben's mouth on his neck.

He barely noticed his next orgasm washing over him, his mind was too focused on the sharp teeth buried in his neck. The only reason he noticed at all was because of the new splatter of come hitting his stomach and the new wave of pleasure mixed pain washing over him.

Ben's teeth felt like fangs Hughie thought distantly but he didn't have a lot of time to think about that, not when he felt the previously thick base of Ben's cock seemingly swell even more as he continued to fuck into him.

Hughie couldn't do anything but tighten his hand in Ben's hair as he felt the base swell until it seemingly popped before another spurt of come filled him up. Even then Ben continued to move his hips shallowly, the thick knot pressing against his prostate each and every time while Ben's teeth were still buried in Hughie's neck.

Hughie felt more blood run down his neck then, traveling down to his chest before Ben finally detached from his neck. The supe looked at Hughie for a second, his eyes tracing not just the blood lazily running down his neck but also the tears still running down Hughie's face.

"Fuck you're even pretty when you cry." Ben murmured then before he started to lick up the blood, placing small kisses and bites along the way while Hughie continued to cry softly, his body spasming around Ben's still swollen, still moving cock.

He could feel the nausea built up inside him as Ben started to kiss his face, licking up his tears while one of his hands started to fondle his nipple once again.

"I can't wait to see you in a few months, tits filled with milk and stomach swollen with my kid." Ben all but moaned against Hughie's mouth before he kissed him once again, pushing his tongue inside Hughie's mouth while he buried his second hand in Hughie's hair.

The fact that Ben seemed so confident about Hughie being pregnant just amplified the growing nausea that started to overpower the pleasure and even the pain that continued to overwhelm Hughie.

Hughie didn't kiss Ben back, he couldn't even if he wanted to but Ben didn't seem to mind, he just continued to invade his mouth while he thrust his hips ever so slowly causing Hughie's dick to twitch once again forcing another pitiful whine out of him.

He could feel Ben smirk against his mouth before the hand that had previously fondled his chest moved down, gripping Hughie's oversensitive cock once again. Hughie whined in response, forcing his hand to grasp Ben's wrist in an attempt to stop him from moving but Ben didn't seem to care, he just continued to stroke Hughie's dick while the grip in Hughie's hair tightened.

Ben also started to move his hips more, his knot sliding along Hughie's insides in a painfully pleasurable manner while Hughie still tried to stop Ben's hand from pumping up and down without success.

Hughie sobbed against Ben's mouth when he felt his hopefully last orgasm built up inside him, the noise causing Ben to detach from his mouth and say,

"Come on Hughie, just one more time, alright? Gotta make sure." The last part was mumbled, probably not even meant to be heard but Hughie did and he instantly knew what Ben meant but he was too exhausted to react; he couldn't do anything about it anyway, not anymore.

So, he just lay there feeling not just his own orgasm coming but Ben's as well which didn't take as long as Hughie feared. Just a few more thrusts later Hughie felt his dick twitch once again, the feeling more painful than anything while Ben continued to move his hips until he too came once again, filling Hughie with his come one more time.

Hughie didn't even have time to calm down, to catch his breath before he felt the nausea come back full force, pushing away the pleasure and the pain incredibly quickly.

"'m gonna throw up." He mumbled, almost sighing in relief when Ben leaned away from him so Hughie could lean over the bed and vomit on the wooden floor. The angle was awkward, Ben's dick was still inside him and he had to turn his body as to not hit the bed but vomiting still brought the relief he needed; the nausea was always worse than the vomiting itself.

When he finally spit out every last bit of the Temp V he took a few deep breaths before he lied back on the bed the way he had before, barely wincing when Ben was finally able to slip out of him. The supe didn't say anything to him about the vomiting or the Temp V, he just laid down next to him, breathing almost as raggedly as Hughie did.

As he laid there Hughie noticed how much his throat hurt, not just because of the bile forcing it's way up but because of the bite mark that was definitely bleeding. The rest of his body hurt too, Hughie noticed then, his cock and his ass were aching and his hips and chest hurt almost as much.

Hughie thought about getting up then, about taking a shower and taking care od the bite mark but just the thought of leaving the bed made his body ache more than it had before; he needed to ask Ben something anyway.

"Why did you bite me?" Hughie mumbled, his voice hoarse and quiet as his eyes started to flutter; he was so, so tired. That wasn't even everything he wanted to ask, not the most important thing he wanted to know; the whole pregnancy thing was way more important but that was the only thing he could think of at that time.

"Because now you might not smell like me anymore but that doesn't change the fact that you're mine." Ben answered after a second, his answer only creating more questions but Hughie couldn't ask, he was too tired to string anymore words together.

So, he let himself drift of to sleep, ignoring the ache in his neck and the dozens of questions swirling in his mind. He also ignored it when he felt Ben pull him closer until he was pressed snuggly against him.

He would ask him everything he wanted to know when he woke up.