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lowkeyerror · 2 years

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Un-Sober Activities

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Mentions of weed consumption

Summary: Wanda comes home to find you high on the couch and you convince her to join you.

An: This is one is so freaking fluffy. Also not my gif.

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Time always moved a bit weird for you, but even weirder when you were high. The edible hit you like a ton of bricks on an empty stomach.

Your body was moving on its own accord, rocking back and forth as a warmth spread through your chest.

The dryness of your mouth didn't bother you as you watched fruits dancing on your tv screen. You chuckled as they bounced to the beat of the music.

You had heard that watching baby sensory videos, when you were high, was an amazing experience. So far the rumors were proving to be true. It had been 3 hours of you staring at dancing fruits smiling at you.

" Baby, I'm home," you weren't privy to the voice calling you.

Wanda was confused when she didn't get an answer back. She walked through the house until she got to the living room.

When she saw the situation you were in, she had to hold in her laughter. An amused look played across her face as she watched you bouncing in your seat along with the fruit.

Your mouth was slightly opened, but your eyes were closed.

She walked over to and took your hands. Your eyes peeled open, and a dopey smile draped itself across your face," I wished for the most beautiful woman in the world to appear and here you are."

" You're so corny when you're high," she plopped down next to you.

" You know you love it when I'm corny."

She places a quick peck on your lips," It's one of my favorite things about you."

You kiss her again on her lips, then on her cheek, then her forehead, and then you barrage her face with kisses. She giggles as you kiss every inch of her face.

You bury your head in her neck and mumble against her skin," I love you so much Wands."

Wanda's arms hold you in place," I love you too baby, but can we turn this baby stuff off?"

You look up at her and frown," But I like being a jumping fruit."

Wanda runs her hands through your hair," I know, baby, but I'm way too sober to be watching this stuff."

A devious smirk crosses your face," What if you got un-sober and watched baby sensory videos with me?"

" Un-sober?" She laughs as she questions your verbiage.

" You know what I mean," you say in a whiny tone.

She squints her eyes in a joking manner," I don't know, pitch it to me. Hypothetically, if I were to get high then what?"

You have your answer locked and loaded before she even finishes the question," Easy, 1st we order snacks and food, then we shower, then we eat snacks and food, then we cuddle while watching baby sensory videos until we fall asleep."

You placed both of your hands on either side of her face, squishing her cheeks," Couples that get high together, love forever."

She grabbed onto your wrist removing your hands from her face," Ok, ok, I'll get high with you."

You practically tackled her in her spot. Instead of sitting on the couch, her back lay flat as you squeezed the air out of her.

" You gotta let me up, or I won't get high, baby?"

You groan," But you're comfy."

She places a kiss on the top of your head," We gotta stick to your plan, remember?"

That gets you off of her instantly," Right, you go take an edible, and I'll order the snacks. Then we'll meet in the bathroom."

She nods before breaking away from you. Wanda thought you were completely adorable when you were high.

When either of you had any sort of weed in your system, you became over affectionate. When she was high, all she wanted to do was be close to you and vice-versa.

Though it was a week day, and she would have work tomorrow, there was no way she could deny you.

Wanda ate the sour candy infused with weed and headed for the bathroom. She started running bath water and then began stripping off her clothes.

" I swear, every time I look at you, you're more beautiful than the last time."

She sat on the edge of the tub, kicking her feet into the water. It wasn't long until you joined her in the restroom.

Wanda playfully shakes her head," You're just saying that cause you're high."

You disagree," Well, yes and no. I'm always thinking about it, even when I'm not high, but it is only leaving my mouth now because Mary Jane commanded it."

" You're such a dork, now come get in the tub. I want you to hold me."

" Aye, aye, captain," you strip out of your clothes and sit in the warm bath Wanda made.

There were a decent amount of bubbles and a lavender scent was filling the air in the room.

Wanda climbed in after you, her back lightly pressing against your front. One of your arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to you.

" Hi," you say as you lather some soap on a washcloth and scrub her shoulders.

Both of her hands rested over the one that was around your waist," Hello, my love."

You wash her body delicately. In your uplifted state, you take your time cleaning Wanda. Your brain works hard to remember each inch of her skin as you wash over it.

" Have I told you how beautiful you are yet?"

" This would be the third time malyshka," Wanda kept up the banter.

" It's because I can't think of any other words right now. All I've got is beautiful and pretty. I'm sure of it because those are the only thoughts playing through my mind when I look at you right now."

Wanda tosses her head back, so she can see you. Her neck is extended outwards as your head rests on her collar bone," You are entirely too perfect."

The look in Wanda's slightly hooded eyes made her words resonate ten times more. The heat that crept up your face wasn't from the weed you had, but the effect that Wanda had on you.

Unable to resist yourself, you kiss her softly. She slowly turns around in your arms, so that you're face to face. Her arms lock behind your neck and her forehead rests on yours.

Your vaguely red eyes looked into hers with pure adoration. The look itself made Wanda kiss you again. This time it wasn't so simple. You moaned as she slipped her tongue into your mouth. You let her have control because your mind couldn't keep up with her movements.

When she broke the kiss, a string of saliva connected your lips. The slight swell to your lips made her giggle, especially when you were staring at her, almost dumbfounded.

Everything about it was sensual. From the way her tongue gilded skillfully with yours to the way she tugged on your bottom lip. She had no plans of stopping until she heard the doorbell ring.

" It's probably the snacks, don't want to leave them out there for too long," Wanda said, her voice lower than usual.

The two of you finish up in the bath, then make your way back to the living room. Wanda gets the snacks as you lay on the couch.

You open your arms when she gets back in your line of sight. She goes to hand you the bag of snacks, but you grab her arm instead. She falls into your grasp, so that now you're both laying on the couch.

" What about the snacks?"

You playfully nibble on her neck," You're my favorite snack."

She gasps," Are you going to eat me?"

You chuckle with dark eyes," I mean, we can definitely add it to the plan."

She rolls her eyes at you, then opens the bag of Doritos and begins munching on the chips.

" Can I have some?"

She nods, now entirely focused on the rhythmic bouncing of the fruit on the tv. She holds the bag and you take some chips.

You take a sneaky glance at her, seeing as she's immersed in the video," I told you experiencing it un-sober was a necessity."

" I like when they spin," she wasn't blinking as a pineapple and banana came on to the screen.

" We could probably spin like that," you find yourself slipping out from under your girlfriend.

Now you stand and try to mimic the movements of the fruits. Wanda lets out a boisterous laugh at your antics, " You're pretty good at that."

" Join me," you wiggle your eyebrows, and she gets off of the coach and begins dancing next to you.

The two of you are a pile of giggles as you bounce, jump, and spin with the array of fruits popping up on the screen.

Time escapes you as the video ends, leaving the two of you standing and swaying to the sound of silence.

When Wanda looks at you, she stifles her laughter," Babe, what the fuck are we even doing right now?"

" I think the youth call it, vibing," your bad joke sends her into another fit.

While she's distracted by your joke, you scoop her up bridal style and carry her to your bedroom. You toss her on the bed, and you jump in after her.

The excitement has both of your hearts beating," Is this your way of saying you're tired?"

You yawn," I'm not tired, I just can't keep my eyes open."

She wraps an arm around you, placing a delicate kiss behind your ear," Then close them, silly."

You shut your eyes and scoot further into Wanda," I love you."

Her eyes begin to flutter as she sleepily replies," I love you too."

The pair of you are asleep almost instantly. Light snores fill the room and dreams of dancing fruits play in your mind.

#lowkeyerror #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader

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oranjeleeuw · 9 months

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fanfiction ideas master list

I will add new ideas to this on the go, and also update on the progress of each story regularly

Catboy streamer girlfriend Charles

Smut, 1-2k words at best, lestappen

Charles is doing game streams but he gets a bit more brave about acting up for the camera

He's still shit at it though

But he has a very supportive donator

It's Max

Charles doesn't know that

He got his cat ear headphones from this donator so he's responding to some commissions of this person

The fic is either description of Charles movements and thoughts or chat comments from twitch CUT description to Max pov

It's something equivalent of phone sex but through stream video/chat commands I guess

this was requested by my bf hfdhj <3

WIP state: only a draft

Toto Wolf uses Roscoe for spying (he fails)

Crack fic, all the teams on the grid mentioned, 1k words probably

Toto has this fantastic idea that Roscoe gets along with every pilot

So the dog can be used for some mischief

He sends the dog out in different silly scenarios to go off and spy on different teams, figuring out their strategies

But since Roscoe can't talk and he's not trained for this, the dog just collects pets

At the end Hamilton takes home his kinda sensory overloaded baby

WIP state: only a draft

My condolences

Lestappen one shot, hurt/comfort, more so comfort, will become sweeter in the end

Charles DNF in Zandvoort, Max is catching up with him right after the winner ceremony

Definitely more than friends (were we ever friends?), less than boyfriends relationship status

Max is praising the skills of Charles and goes on how he's wasting his talent at Ferrari

Charles ends up crying/having a breakdown bc what if it's not the car but him who's not performing any better

Max offers to take him down to the beach for a walk to clear his head (Charles stops crying and starts laughing when he thinks Max wants to take him to the nudist side of the beach)

They walk, look at the sea, enjoy the wind

It's peaceful, it is helping

They kiss, and kiss

Charles wishes he could treat everything as easy as it is with Max, even though nothing is easy with Max

But these corresponding things are what stick them to each other so it's fine

WIP state: 1/3 of it is written, rest of it is drafted out in detail

That infamous Ted and Robin pact

You know, the "let's marry each other if we are still single by 30"

Young Versainz with some added jump into their current age

“I mean it'd be fun to make a pact like that” Max prompts, which makes Carlos snort.

“Yeah, get me a home country where it's legal first” he says bitterly,

Toro Rosso days, Max and Carlos watch himym in their free time

Max fancies the thought of having someone secured for himself if things go south

Carlos is cynical

But the possibility of this pact lingers, haunting the thoughts of both of them

The emotional journey of Max Verstappen with men

Goddamn this boy is Gay™

I really want to have a self-indulgent analysis of how I see Max's relationship with the most important men in his life

Like I want to explore his feelings and flash of thoughts of sexual awakenings

Starting with Charles (as kids, young teenagers)

Jumping to Carlos which is a Very intense jump

Like losing virginity kind of a jump

Oh it was awkward but the best and most he'd wanted

Then the whole ordeal that is Danny Ricciardo for this kid

Goddamn he's so gay for him

Getting together with Carlos seemed so easy that he thinks maybe it's a sealed deal with Danny too

Like he likes him, that's obvious, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Then an older Charles enters the stage of racing (and Max’s heart) once again

Keep in mind this won't be an actual ship fic since none of the pairings will end up as couples, it's more so a study of Max emotions

#lestappen #f1 fanfic #fanfic wips #lestappen fanfiction #16 #33 #f1 #44 #Soon will add my Pacific rim AU to the mix too!!

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codecicle · 6 months

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whats your problem dude why are you so weird :3

im love posting now to fuck with you.

you thought this was gonna be a sneak attack but it isn't dumbass‼️ everyone point and laugh

i love you man and I mean that I love staying up texting you and altering my whole entire sleep schedule to fit yours i love getting random shit sent to me during the day and seeing your texts or asks in my notifs i love seeing your music taste and everything that comes with it i love hearing about your day and making inside jokes and bits between us that permanently change my vocabulary (ZIPPEE ^_^ sillay :3 and that dreaded Keyboard) I love being the only person who can understand what you've typed because you can't spell for shit but I also love being able to tell when you've gotten used to the keyboard your using because difficult words aren't misspelt like they normally are I love calling you in vc until your phone shuts off and playing baby sensory subway surfers videos with slimecicle gifs so you and your friends pay attention to my "very important" (no it's NOT LMAOOOO) tetris/papa's freezeria/minecraft gameplay that I always have screensharing in the background of the call. I love our shitty little minecraft world and our suicide hole (and stripper pole that Kai doesnt know about please keep it that way or we will never hear the end of it) and your inability to stay alive and our little back to back like a movie fighting and I love that one time I watched a mlp movie (which I have to do again. Btw) for you because you watched Be More Chill for me and we both ending up loving them both and I love our matching phone stickers we have that are torn to shreads and dirty as hell now but they USED to read "#1 ashton swagaythor fan" + "BOYF" with mine matching to read "#1 felix elliot 'is' fruity fan" + "REINDS" and I love how you use all of my pronouns even the unconventional ones (IT/ITS MY FAVORITE FOREVER AND EVERRR MAN) ((not really)) and how you explained how to use certain neopronouns to me without judging me at all and your little d20 rolls in the mornings to decide on what pronouns you're going to use for the day (today was he/they/she btw ^_^) and I love all of your dnd characters and/or ocs that you've shown me and explained the lore of (the dnd one that uses he/she is my favorite btw. the others are neat and all but he's my favorite by a long shot the others can't even touch her dude) and i love your amazing sense of fashion and outfit checks you'll send that just get better each time you do and I love your hair and your glasses (even though I felt VERY betrayed to find out they weren't circular irl how could you slash sillay) and every little detail on how you look and act and im so serious. i love your love of gillion titstrider and seeing you talk about jrwi AND HOW YOU STILLL HAVENT CAUGHT UP YET BUT THATS FINE SMH SMH and seeing you ramble about the play you're currently doing in our texts rn dear god those are lyrics and i love them

anyway point is i love you so much and i hope you have a wonderful rest of your night after reading this o/

#i make yet anothet post just for me 👍#we have mail :]#my love felix <3 <3 #i have a FEWWWW more things to say but I'm keeping those a secret for later smile #sorry for the random attack bye bye now

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millard-nullings-shoulders · 2 years

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I had a sensory overload today and cried on my boyfriend chest, so you're all getting headcanons so I can make myself feel better! Don't pay any attention as to how late it is!

Jacob:

-He has so little confidence in himself that it's actually sad

-Cannot be stopped from making self depreciating jokes, no matter how many times people tell him it's not good

-If this boy had a tiktok it would be blank. Maybe a cartoon pfp, but not a single video (Same bruh same)

Emma

-Out of everyone in the loop, she's the best at makeup. Doesn't mean she wears it all the time, but when she does good shit

-If she's in a bad mood, she can destroy you with words if she wants to. Luckily, this doesn't happen often, especially not to her friends. Random men that don't leave her alone on the other hand...

-For a while she had a "I'm not like other girls" thing going on, especially whenever Noor first came around. Not really there anymore though

Millard

-Do you ever get sensory overloads and cry? Then boy, do I have the cure for you! Cry while he hugs you. Automatic cure, I can confirm this right now from personal experience

-Sometimes he gets a little too focused on something and won't realize just how late he's said up until someone has to actually drag him to bed

-Gives the best and most thoughtful gifts. Oh? You collect pinned bugs? He's finding out where to get a rare pinned bug and giving you that on Valentine's day! Yes, that's what he did for me, I love him so much #justfictivethings lol

Hugh

-Out of everyone in the loop, he has the most...complex feelings about his gender. Being so tied to bees, he's beegender, but with that comes some strange feelings. Most bees are female, so he does feel a strong connection to femininity. But at the same time, he still feels tied to drones/male bees.

-He tries not to think too much about it, and maybe keeps it bottled up a bit too much. Maybe it's because it stresses him out to ponder too much. Maybe he's embarrassed to talk about it. No matter what though, he does feel a lot of gender euphoria wearing skirts and confusing people about what gender he is.

-His sexuality is probably just as confusing to find an exact label, but it's not something he worries about. He just ends up using the term queer and calls it a day

Fiona

-Fiona being plantgender surprises no one, and it never will. Same with her being bi. She just...you can just look at her and tell

-She's probably the least happy in a modern setting. Everything is just...too much for her. She likes the whole cottagecore thing, but she'd much rather keep to her usual ways. So still stuck in the late 1800's

-She has a way to talk to Hugh with just...looks. Slight facial expressions, body language, they just know each other that well. More often than not, they're flirting with each other like this out in the open

Enoch

-Was put on kitchen duty once....Once. The peculiars don't talk about this often

-You can't pay him to play sports with the other boys. He'd sooner pull teeth

-I am voting him as most likely to have filled his homework with doodles

Horace

-He's not a fan of many things in the modern day, but he does appreciate a few things. Easier tools for cooking, Google, and easy access to fabric to name a few things

-What he isn't a fan of though? Fashion (obviously), dance trends, and the modern humor

-His scream could break glass

Bronwyn

-HATES it when people call her a man for whatever reason. On bad days, it makes her cry

-She has a bit of hyper empathy with animals, especially baby ones

-A boy hit on her ONCE and she felt physically nauseous about it for a whole WEEK

Claire

-Says her favorite Disney princess is Aurora because her dress is pink, it's actually Cinderella because of the song "so this is love"

-She sees everyone in the loop as her siblings, but especially Enoch

-In a modern setting, she is addicted to those dress up flash games, bonus points if they're princess themed

Olive

-Sometimes she rolls her ankle in those big shoes, there are a lot of tears from that

-Has stepped on toes before! Bones were indeed broken!

-Master at finding lost items. No idea why

Bonus Victor!

-Horrible about confessing his feelings

-Makes horrible decisions when he gets nervous. It's like all critical thinking goes out the window

-Seems like the type with pencil graphite stuck in his hand permanently somewhere

#miss peregrines home for peculiar children #ransom riggs #jacob portman #emma bloom #millard nullings #hugh apiston #fiona frauenfeld #enoch o'connor #horace somnusson #bronwyn bruntley #olive elephanta #claire densmore #victor bruntley

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filthforfriends · 1 year

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The Hybrid (Part 1)

deranged Omegaverse Thomas x Damiano

Word count: 7.5k

CW: I originally thought this was too unhinged and graphic to post on Tumblr so do with that information what you will.

Omega Dysmorphia, that was the official diagnosis. In a world where omegas, alphas, and betas are all segregated from pre-puberty, to post-sexual maturity, any kind of Primary Gender Dysmorphia was radically isolating. It wasn’t like the alpha aspects of Thomas’ genealogy canceled out the omega to render him basically a beta. He was just a walking contradiction.

His very first identification card, as an infant, had an asterisk next to the classification Omega. It signaled some sort of irregularity that resulted in him being privately examined in high clearance situations. It didn’t have to be like this, his parents chose on his behalf. Children born with Primary Gender Dysmorphia were operated on before they were allowed to leave the hospital. It wasn’t required, but highly encouraged. His mother had refused, however, on the grounds that no functioning was compromised anatomically. Everything worked properly and an operation would only fix aesthetics and make him uniform with the rest of society.

The deformity was so rare that a rural surgeon may only encounter a few babies in his whole career. It was dangerous, and her spiritual beliefs prohibited invasive medical care. So Thomas’ biology progressed to puberty uninterrupted, and he became a hybrid. He’d been trained not to talk about it, and as a child the necessity of secret keeping for one’s own safety rendered him extremely shy.

But there was music, where he couldn’t betray himself because he didn’t have to communicate in words. With no close friends and two hobbies, Thomas became very good at both video games and guitar. He was finally able to make friends: Victoria, Ethan, Damiano, but no one could be allowed too close, lest they might discover his secret.

While Thomas’ existence wasn’t illegal, it was prohibited in the rules of society. Hybrids with Omegan Dysmorphia were seen as threats to other omegas. His existence was highly political. Many advocated hybrids to be separated from the rest of the population, lest they corrupt healthy omegas and alphas with their unnatural biology. The only thing that protected Thomas from a witch hunt was doctor-patient confidentiality.

By age 15, Thomas had never formed a knot, never gone into rut, and his hybrid status was classified. Finally free of the asterisk, he started to integrate himself into the normal world. One such event was a sleepover at Damiano’s. Beautiful, statuesque, confident, charming, charismatic, glowing Damiano. Thomas had a crush. It could be nothing, a typical part of puberty, but could also be a sign of his alpha biology. This was an idea to be thought, and never spoken, for his own safety.

Damiano’s beta mother complained that his room smelled bad from playing video games in it all day, that he needed to air it out. However, when Thomas walked in Dami’s musk gave him a rush so strong he ended up woozy. Finally the omega and alpha in him met, and it was fucking uncomfortable. He should have made up an excuse and left, but he just couldn’t. He felt a tethering to Dami so strongly that Thomas would get anxious if he took too long getting something from the kitchen.

Damiano, to his credit, noticed the urge to be tactile with Thomas more than normal, but didn’t think much of it. As a hybrid, Thomas’ pheromones weren’t the usual sensory assault. So Dami just thought that he looked really good and smelled really good. Something about him was more mature, his skin demanded to be touched. Neither of them could sleep that night, and ended up smoking copious amounts of weed before finally dozing off.

Daminao dreamt of his first heat with an alpha, his body recognizing the presence of pheromones. In the dream he felt compelled to get closer and closer, like it was his life's purpose. He woke when Thomas moved underneath him. In the night, Daminao's face had somehow found its way to the crook of Thomas neck, and his scent glands. He startled awake, because this is not how an omega is supposed to smell. He’d seen Thomas in heat, and this was a very different scent. He was restless, and too warm, so Damiano pulled the comforter back, only for the smell to intensify.

“Thomas, Tom,” he whisper-yelled, sitting up. Thomas sought him out, instinctually. When he turned over, Daminao could see the outline of a knot through his white briefs. “Thomas, Thomas,” he shook him, and he finally came too.

“Hey,” he croaked, blinking hard and rubbing his eyes endearingly. Hybrids were supposed to be the big bad wolf, but he just looked like a groggy 16 year old. Thomas must have become aware of his erection too, because he froze up in mortification. “Oh, shit sorry,” he threw the blanket over himself. “It doesn’t mean –”

“I know, but…” he lets out a sigh. Maybe this is Thomas' first time. “Dude, you have a knot.”

“I, I,” he retracts every limb as close to his body as possible, shielding himself. “I’m, um – when I was born, I wasn’t…I mean I was, I was,”

“You’re a hybrid,” Daminao finishes. “I kind of thought they were a myth, that’s really cool.” He takes a look at Thomas' expression for the first time, and even by moonlight he looks ill. He’s not breathing very much and when he does it's these big shuddering inhales.

“Hey, dude, it's okay. I’m not judging you or anything, I don’t care about that stuff.” Thomas doesn’t answer him, doesn’t even meet his eyes, just trembles. Damiano may be an arrogant 18 year old, but he knows what it looks like when a person is so terrified they stop functioning.

“Okay, hey,” he wraps his arms loosely around Thomas, who is folded in on himself. “You don’t have anything to be scared of.” That seems to finally snap him out of it, and he turns to Dami.

“You can’t tell anyone. Anyone. Like, ever.”

“I won’t, I promise.” Thomas shakes his head, and tears spill from his eyes.

“No, you really really can’t Damiano. I just got my omegan status last year. The doctors just stopped watching me. You don’t understand. You can’t tell anyone,” he sobs. “Oh my god, what's going to happen if they think my mom is lying, what if –”

“They won’t, because I’m not going to say anything. I swear too fucking god, I won’t. I won’t, Thomas. Your secret is safe with me.” It's just a saying, but the word safe broke Thomas down even more. Damino pulled him into his lap and held him, rocked back and forth while Thomas confessed every pervasive fear he’d shouldered over the years. Things changed between them after that, they were closer. To some, emotionally intimate in a way that was odd between omegas.

Thomas very rarely went into rut, but when he did, Damiano was there. It had started as two friends with a mutual attraction, helping each other out. But when Dami received Thomas’ knot for the first time, he was on Thomas’ beckon call. They tried not to hook up regularly, generally having their own partners for heat. But sometimes the craving was too strong to deny. A couple days ago Thomas had managed to knot Dami outside of rut. It was a total accident, the moment was just intensely passionate, and Thomas gave into an urge he didn’t understand at that time. Damiano had arched into it, getting a vice grip on Thomas and howling in delight. The sudden stimulation had Dami’s eyes rolling back in his head, while his body shook with spontaneous orgasam.

“How long have you been able to do that,” he demanded. The noise dissolved into a moan as Thomas steepened the angle of his cock.

“I swear, just now,” he panted.

“Good, because if you’ve been holding out on me –” Thomas gave a couple more lazy thrusts, resulting in an obscene squelching noise due to Dami’s slick. He ended up whining again, tilting his hips in an attempt to take more. This was his favorite part about knotting Damiano, he could mouth off as much as he wanted, but his body was in a state of begging for anything Thomas was willing to give. He wasn’t vindictive enough to ever use this against him either.

“Cucciolo, I have never denied you a knot in my whole life, I swear,” he coos.

“Better not,” Damiano bites back, but with a giddy smile. “Because they're mine.”

“My knots?” He asks, incredulously.

“Yeah, you only get to knot when you’re inside me.” Underneath the dirty talk is a legitimate fear that Thomas will tell another omega about his hybrid status and Damiano won’t have him all to himself. Sometimes, when Dami wraps a hand around his cock, all he needs to think about is that he’s Thomas’ only omega, ever. This level of satiation that comes from their interactions is why Thomas is surprised to see his contact calling him three days post hook-up.

“Hey, what's up?”

“I – um, forgot my art portfolio at your place.” Immediately he can tell something is wrong. Damiao is panting into the phone, and when Thomas doesn’t answer right away he lets out a whine.

“Okay, I’m not sure…” Damiano didn’t have an art portfolio, but someone listening in on the phone lines wouldn’t know that. “Oh, okay! I’ll go find it.” There was only one thing that Thomas had to keep from government moderators: his hybrid status.

“Can you drop it by soon?” Daminao sounded like he was in pain. ”Going into heat always makes my head cloudy.” Over five years of friendship, up to 12 heats a year, and he had never made that comment before.

“I could leave right away?” He tries to even his tone, so they don’t both sound on edge.

“Yes!” Damiano exclaims, before controlling his tone. “That would be great.”

“Okay, umm,” his keys jangle as he scoops them off the table. “I’ll be there really soon.” The drive is agonizing. Damiano’s voice over the phone evoked a wave of protectiveness from Thomas. He spent all 20 minutes in the car trying to discern if it was about his hybridism or heat, and not until he pulled into the parking lot did he realize it could be both.

As soon as Damiano opened the door, Thomas’ suspicions were confirmed. It reeked of omega, which made no sense, because Dami wasn’t due for weeks. Regardless of the calendar, it was evident from his body language that Damiano was wracked with pheromones. He yanked Thomas inside by his shirt, closing the door behind him.

“Can you please, please” he pants, hands fiddling with Thomas flannel.

“Yeah, yeah.” He pulls Damiano into a bone crushing hug, and that seems to make the symptoms manageable.

“Your knot triggered my heat. I didn’t know why I was so irritable so Samual and I had a really ugly fight,” he whispered. His face nuzzled against Thomas’ scent glands. “It’s been two days, I just couldn’t take it.” Thomas winces at the thought. No partner, no hormone suppressants, those things were highly regulated. Plus the dysphoria from an off kilter heat cycle? Pure torture. He turns his head to kiss Damiano, while still crushing their bodies together. It’s a desperate move, to call another omega to hook up during heat. This was new.

“I’m sorry for calling you.” He gives Thomas all his weight and practically climbs him. “But I needed – needed you,” he pants. Damiano sounds much worse in person. The sheen of sweat and vein present on his forehead, points to him being in very real pain. His entire body is tense and Thomas is basically cradling him by his waist. This might be the most potent heat he’s personally seen. Thomas cycles were mild on both ends of the spectrum. That wave of protectiveness surges up again, at the same time Damiano’s eyes flutter closed.

“Cucciolo, cucciolo,” Thomas shakes him, till his eyes open. “Hey let’s go lay down.” He sweeps Dami off the floor, whose nose ends up back against Thomas’ neck. He starts lapping at his scent glands, which stops Thomas in his tracks. He’s never dealt with another omega in heat like this. Dami would sync up with him somewhat, but his pheromones never elicited a response at this level. Right now, Damiano was more omega than human, and that's never a space they’d entered together.

“You smell so, so good Tommy,” he panted. Thomas’ brain resumed, somewhat. Dami needed him to function right now because he couldn’t.

“You really must be horny if you think another omega smells good,” he chuckled, pushing the bedroom door open with his foot

“Mm mm, you smell amazing,” he moaned. He pulled himself upwards in Thomas’ grasp, and stuck his tongue harshly into Thomas’ scent gland. If Damiano hadn’t been hanging on so tightly he would have ended up on the floor. Scent gland stimulation was basically exclusive to mating pairs, or when both parties were in heat. Otherwise you’d end up gagging. In just the past few minutes Dami’s cycle had progressed dramatically, he was right on the edge of being an animal. It didn’t make sense, Thomas was an omega and not even in heat or rut, but Dami was clawing at him like a virgin during their first mating.

“Calm down cucciolo, it’s gonna be fine.” He sets Dami down on the bed and he starts taking off his clothes. Thomas mirrored him, but by the time he had his shirt off Dami was sitting naked and rock hard on the bed. The hazel in his eyes was gone, and there was a wet spot between his legs. The entire room smelled sweet and heady.

Thomas tried to avoid playing with fire in terms of his hybrid status, on the off chance that another omega in heat would trigger an alpha response. Damiano wouldn't have called unless he was truly desperate, and Thomas could see that was the case. Because he literally growled in impatience as Thomas took off his clothes, to the point he fell to his knees and undid Thomas pants.

There was no need for foreplay, he was plenty hard, but still Daminao took his cock all the way to the back of his throat. Something made his eyes roll back, tremble like he was about to cum. He pulled off, pushing Thomas down on the bed. Dami crawled between his legs and pressed his face to Thomas’ groin, taking in deep breaths. Nothing about his omega pheromones should compel Dami to do this. This kind of rapid chemical attraction within genders didn’t exist. Yet, Thomas was dizzy from Dami’s pheromones, could feel himself get wet, cock painfully hard where it leaked onto his stomach.

“Flip,” Daminao demanded, and Thomas did what he was told. Did Dami want to fuck him for some reason? As soon as Thomas was on his stomach, Damiano was rimming him, then slurping at his slick.

“What are you –”

“Tastes so good,” Damiano groaned. He grabbed Thomas’ hips and pulled them back, burying his head in Thomas’ ass. Biologically, this shouldn’t happen. An omega’s slick was, at most, mildly pleasant to another omega, not this.

“What do you mean?” He huffed. Dami wasn’t even properly eating him out, just licking up every bit of moisture. He switched to Thomas’ scent glands, and that felt like a lightning bolt up to his sternum.

“Too much, Dam!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he husked, and the movements of his tongue became softer, less frenzied, and pleasurable. The first real moan he let changed all of that. Dami started nipping below his glands, and then bit the meat of his glute. He hissed in pain, and pulled away. Damiano looked more startled than Thomas, like he’d forgotten he wasn’t with another alpha in heat. His inability to control his urge to bite was a sign that Dami was regressing. Some alphas drove their omegas to this point to watch them beg, or would take advantage of it. Good thing he picked up the phone, because otherwise…

“Okay, cucciolo, what can I do?” Dami is crouched on all fours at the end of the bed, chest heaving. He crawls towards Thomas, throwing himself down on the mattress, then pulling Thomas on top of him harshly.

“Knot me, now,” he demands.

“I can’t! I don’t know what happened the other day, I’m sorry it triggered a heat, but I don’t know how. I told you it was –”

“You can, you have to knot me. I need – you have to, you just have to. I can’t, I can’t do this anymore,” he begs, eyes welling up. His suffering hurts in Thomas’ chest, but he’s powerless in this situation.

“Damiano –”

“I need you to, I need it. So, just do it. God, please, please, please just do it, please,” he whimpers, clawing at Thomas, who's at a loss. There's no reasoning with him at this moment. Until he satisfies his base biological needs, Damiano won’t be able to focus on anything else.

“I mean, I can try,” he offers. “I don’t think I can though.” Damiano isn’t even listening. He's propping his hips up with a pillow, then looks around distressed. Putting together a complex thought in his state is nearly impossible.

“You need something to bite,” Thomas murmurs, digging through Dami’s bedside table stash of heat toys. Meanwhile, he’s dipping a hand between his legs and using the slick to lube Thomas up.

“Prep yourself too cucciolo,” he groans. By the time Thomas had found a chew, Dami was two fingers deep and working on a third. “Good boy,” he praised, prompting Dami to struggle to get Thomas’ cock inside him. “Hey, hey, hey, okay,” he soothed. “Here, take this,” handing over the toy. He focuses on positioning himself, while Dami’s hips seek out stimulation. Breaching his entrance is more Damiano than Thomas, and once the tip of his cock is inside, Damiano gets grabby. He pulls Thoams hips closer, making it hard for him to maintain balance.

“Stop that,” Thomas barks, surprising himself. Damiano simply nods and settles back into the bed, total obedience. His hungry eyes are begging for anything Thomas is willing to give, so he gives Dami everything he has. He holds Daminao’s legs up by his thighs and pushes in, half way, then all the way, and still for a moment, allowing him to adjust. He doesn’t seem to want the time for adjustment, but Thomas isn’t going to risk hurting him just because he can heal quickly.

“Calm down, you’re gonna be okay.” Daminao’s head is tossing from side to side, with his eyes screwed shut. His entire body is still tense, in a way that's unfamiliar to Thomas. Dami is the one person he can trust his instincts with, so when he gets the overwhelming urge to deliver deep, powerful thrusts, he gives in to it. Based on Damiano’s reaction, this is the right thing to do, but the pleasure only makes him more tense.

“Hey breathe.” He takes a gasping breath, thighs trembling in Thomas’ hands. Everything about his reaction is both elevated and stiff. “Breathe…breathe…breathe” he says softly, timing his thrusts. Damiano falls into rhythm with him, timing the movement of his hips against Thomas’.

“You’re such a good alpha,” he moans, spitting out the chew. But I’m not an alpha at all, Thomas thinks. “Knot me, knot me, knot me, please, please.” The tears start spilling again, his face blotchy. Thomas tries to give him more intensity with his thrusts, a tighter grip, steeper angle, soothing touch, but nothing solves it.

“I can’t, you know that,” he growls.

“Just try, just try,” he whispers. Thomas buries himself to the hilt and attempts to focus, pulling from that unfamiliar place inside him. He tries to summon up the testosterone of rut, remembering the feeling of being unable to hold back a knot.

“Just mate me, mate me,” Dami chants, pulling Thomas roughly. The moment is intense enough that frustration gets the best of him.

“Stop it. I’m trying to focus.”

“No, mate me, knot me,” he babbles.

“Stop it!” Thomas snaps, and feels the tell tale building of pressure from his bollocks. Nothing could have prepared Thomas for Damianos reaction. His body creates a vice grip like a key fitting into a lock. Thomas’ first response was to pull away, relieve the pressure, but that wasn’t an option. It was like his cock was being strangled, but in the most pleasurable sense possible. It was a contradiction of sensation, but Thomas knew all about contradictions. He just had to figure out how to deal with this one.

It's like the uncomfortable spot just before a powerful, hard earned orgasam, but multiplied. He tries to thrust and nearly cums the first time he feels the slide of their bodies together. Damiano was still so slick inside, and that allowed movement under such intense conditions. The stimulation was like nothing Thomas had felt. It knocked the wind out of him, and he ended up collapsing on Dami, who welcomed Thomas’ body with all four limbs.

“Sorry, sorry.” He tried to get his bearings, take his weight again, but Dami kept him close.

“Shh, hey, just take your time. This is your first, so it’s a lot.” Thomas finally managed a look at Dami’s face and found him there, muddled with the omega, but many times more present. His head had finally relaxed back on the pillow, he wasn’t straining. There still wasn’t a hint of hazel.

“Hey?” he gasped. Damiano rewarded his attempt at speech with a full smile. The moment being so dire and suddenly solved gave him whiplash. His balls felt tight and heavy with his seed, this wasn’t a normal build to orgasam. He tilted his hips to a new angle, and that was enough to leave him gritting his teeth, trying to hold back.

“Try thrusting a bit.” It was strange how suddenly the tables had turned. Now Dami was coaching Thomas not to lose his mind. He nodded and pulled his hips back, then stuttered forward. Dami’s body was pulling him in and Thomas alpha biology was demanding he obey. He gave a couple experimental thrusts, just trying to get his bearings. Progressively he thrusted further out, and Dami became restless and anxious.

“You can’t pull out,” he pleaded.

“I won’t,” Thomas assured. “I know, cucciolo.” They were both omegas after all, he wasn’t ignorant to the situation, maybe just its severity. He thrusted outwards, struggling to last, trying to find a place where the sensation wouldn’t be so intense, so he could make Dami cum too. Thomas hit some sort of barrier for Dami, because he clambered to pull Thomas against him and keep him there, compelled by instincts. Something about being completely surrounded and held by Dami’s body pushed Thomas over the edge, and left him reeling as he came..

“Christ, sorry,” Thomas mewled, still trembling.

“It’s okay,” Dami assured, and Thomas propped himself up to look at his face. In the past, when Dami had been knotted he’s also expected an orgasam. Admittedly those were very easy to achieve in the situation, but Thomas could last more than two minutes.

“No, lemme make you cum.” He tried to get a hand between their bodies, but Dami stopped him.

“Really, I’m okay. Take a sec.” And he did seem totally satiated, relaxed even. He really had needed a knot, because this Damiano was nothing like the one that answered the door. Curious, Thomas turned his head to lick Daminao’s scent glands, and was rewarded with a rush of elixir that made him twitch inside. Just this small reaction made him release a primal moan, arching upwards.

Thomas was clouded by a haze of euphoria. All he could feel was the heavenly friction where their bodies met, even with the slightest tilt of his hips. Despite Dami’s assurances, he couldn’t rest until they both finished. So, forcing presence of mind, he propped his shaking body up on one arm, and used the other to get Dami off. He tried to time his thrusts with his hand, so he rocked his hips back and forth, grinding as best he could.

Damiano’s cock pulsed with his heartbeat in Thomas’ hand. The room was so saturated with the mix of their pheromones, the smell of slick, sweat, and cum, that it hung heavy in the air like a tangible thing. Every undulation of their bodies resulted in the squelch of slick. At this point Thomas’ had mixed in too, and if it wasn’t for Dami’s grip, he would have slipped right out.

Damiano’s hips started tilting in time, and Thomas looked up to find his mouth open, drooling, and gripping the headboard. Thomas could feel the prominent veins, and looked down to see Dami’s shaft crimson red. Thomas hit some sweet spot inside him that he hadn’t encountered before, causing Dami’s hands to fly from headboard to his shoulder blades. If Thomas wasn’t so full of adrenaline Damian’s nails scraping down his back would have been painful enough to kill his arousal. In the moment he hardly noticed, trying to figure out the stimulation that had been so compelling a second ago. It wasn’t necessary, the slow build from Thomas’ hand and the satisfaction of his knot had Dami spilling all over his fist.

He gradually built up his thrusts, finally able to put some force behind into it, now propped up on both elbows. Accidently, he hit that instinctual barrier again with Dami clawing at his back.

“Don’t pull out, don’t, don’t!” he whined, eyes no longer half lidded, but wide open.

“Shh, cucciolo, I’d never leave you empty like that. You can trust me.”

“Okay, sorry. I know, it's just…Just, thank you,” he whined. Thomas glanced down, and found him still rock hard. If he could get a finger to Damiano’s prostate, he’d reach orgasam in a couple minutes, but there wasn’t room. He responded to that kind of stimulation so dramatically, if only he could target that area, oh. Thomas knot had brushed Damiano’s prostate.

Doing this blind and without dexterity, resulted in it taking more than a few tries to get the right type of friction. But, once he’d found Damiano’s p-spot, Thomas didn’t let up. Dami’s reaction was so visceral, that it made Thomas fight for focus. His chest heaved, and the build up of body heat had him dripping sweat. He couldn’t stay still, body restless and constantly moving like he couldn’t contain all the pleasure Thomas was delivering. His vocalizations didn’t even sound human, more canine.

Thomas worked tirelessly at massaging Dami’s p-spot with his knot, aiming his thrusts upward to maximize stimulation. He didn’t even realize that Damiano had cum a second time. Because as soon as he wrapped a hand around his dick, it was so quick. Thomas just kept working until his third orgasam, when he ejaculated so copiously that it hit the underside of his chin. Every tattoo glistened with cum. Thomas kept going.

Damiano’s hand fell from his cock, too wracked with pleasure to do anything. Thomas started to slow, but Dami’s eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head.

“Again,” he murmured. Thomas alternated between deep thrusts, and shallow ones that hit his prostate. His cock didn’t look capable of another orgasam, but that wasn’t the only way an omega could cum. He’d read about it, watched porn, but anal orgasms were really something only enjoyable between the partners creating them. It was all internal.

Having never experienced it before in his own heat, Thomas didn’t expect it, didn’t even understand at first. Why was Dami squeezing him even harder? He couldn’t move. It wasn’t until his muscles trembled and a wave of scalding hot liquid flushing past his cock did he realize what had happened. By total accident, he’d driven Damiano to a point where he was unable to open his eyes and nearly outright screamed.

“Again.” Thomas was about to check for consciousness, when Damiano spoke. In response to his anal orgasam Thomas had gotten another wave of pressure from deep in his groin, and this time he felt his knot form, or perhaps thicken. Damiano felt it too, because he rocked his hips against Thomas desperately, a couple tears falling.

“Again, again, again,” he begged, and Thomas obeyed. When he came, drops of slick ran all the way down to Thomas’ ankles. If it wasn’t for the heat of their bodies, he would be shivering because his pubic hair was soaking wet, totally saturated. If they were to leave the house right now, no one could tell their pheromones apart, they were so covered in the evidence of each other. They were one. That's what he was thinking as he worked Damiano through his orgasam.

“Again,” he murmured, every muscle relaxed into the mattress.

“Okay, okay. Let me just –” he sat back on his heels, trying to find a less exhausting angle. At this point, he has no idea what he was hitting. While the pleasure was nearly debilitating, he could’t feel where his cock ended and Dami’s walls started, except for the moment he tensed.

“Again,” A few thrusts in, Thomas came. He didn’t even realize he was about to, felt Damiano’s pleasure like it was his own, and didn’t know the difference. When it happened, Dami cried out in elation, head thrown back, full smile. He wiggled his hips, asking for that elusive more that Thomas was too exhausted to give to him. After his second orgasm, all he wanted to do was sleep.

“I can’t give you another, Dami. I’m sorry I’m not in rut,” he gasped

“Mm, but you’re going into rut,” he hummed.

“I – I don’t…ugh!” He was probably right, but Thomas hated not being in touch with own biology, and hated that he didn’t understand it.

“Just knot me one more time,” he pleaded.

“I can’t! I fucking can’t!” Even as he said the words, Thomas resumed thrusting. He tried to find the place inside him that knots came from and pull it forth, but after hours of mating everything was hazy. He only had the consciousness to do one thing: fuck, and he couldn’t even do that right. More than anything he just wanted to yell in anger, because this was supposed to be easy, and natural, and not like pulling teeth. The tears of frustration were hot as they ran down his face, and he wiped them away harshly, growling.

“C’mere bello.” Damiano tries to do grabby hands without the ability to lift his arms. He’s so fucking beautiful. Every desperate breath his muscles ripple, and his bone structure was carved by the gods. More than anything else, his entire body glistens: slick, pre-cum, cum, spit, sweat, glandular secretions, tears. He doesn’t look human or animal, just ethereal, and Thomas understands why alphas will take a bullet for omegas they’ve only mated once.

Thomas lowers himself back down, muscles shaking with exhaustion. He situates his head so his nose is pressed into Dami’s scent gland, taking deep gasping breaths. He does something Thomas doesn’t expect. With his last bit of energy, he reaches between Thomas glutes, and coats his hands with slick. Slowly, but with determination, he brings the hand up to his mouth and sucks on his fingers while moaning.

This compels Thomas to pull energy from a place he didn’t know existed, and start making lazy circles with his hips. Instead of forcefully pulling his alpha instincts forward, he falls back into this moment with Damiano. He lets himself be held, lets nectar from Dami’s scent glands drip down into his mouth. He doesn’t have to simulate his body’s response to their bond, because nothing about their connection is artificial.

All those years avoiding this, and it turned out to be an inevitability. An omega couldn’t knot, and that’s how he always saw himself: an omega with a birth defect, a deformity. Dami just saw him for what he was, a hybrid. And if he looked at himself through Damiano’s eyes, he was more than capable of knotting. When he felt the swell from his sack, Thomas collapsed in relief. Damiano clutched every part of Thomas’ body with every part of his, and held him.

“I don’t even know how to thank you, Tommy.” He simply nods and yawns, the prospect of sleep, oh so inviting.

“I’m gonna crush you, but I know you don’t want me to move,” he mumbles.

“I’ve been craving this exact sensation with you more than oxygen for the last five days. Please don’t change anything.” He’s basking in the scent of Thomas’ pheromones. His breathing has started to even out and slow, knot still snug inside Dami. Thomas presses a feather light kiss to Daminao’s scent gland then snuggled into his neck, much to Dami’s delight.

“Just go to sleep, this is perfect,” he gushes. Within three breaths, Thomas is out, but Dami stays semi-awake until the knot dissolves. Even then it takes him another 20 minutes to work up the courage to slide Thomas off of him. The only thing more brutal than the loss is Dami’s exhaustion. He curls up against Thomas and falls asleep as well.

He dreams of his fight with Samuel, the white hot rage is a tangible character. The shame and confusion have shadowy forms too. Even in his dream world, Damiano knows that he’s in heat, suffocated by anxiety with the knowledge that he’s going to have to do this without a single knot. Looking down from above, he sees himself in fitful sleep, enduring excruciating nights, with no end in sight. The sheet wrapped around his leg turns into a rope, then snakes. He wakes, violently craving a knot.

Thomas is on the other side of the bed, also not resting easy. Immediately, Dami can smell why. He’s in rut, but also totally drained. Damiano tries to resist waking him. He endures purgatory to the point he’s sure Thomas would want to be woken.

“Tommy, tommy,” he runs a hand down his bare chest instead of shaking him. “Thomas, I’m sorry, but wake up.” He moves to kissing Thomas scent gland and that rouses him almost immediately.

“Are you – are you okay?” he croaks, rubbing his eyes. Damiano can’t decide whether yes or no is a more honest response.

“I had a nightmare,” he says pathetically. Just tell him.

“Do you need a knot?” Damiano is taken aback by Thomas’ astuteness. He’d never dealt with another omega in heat.

“Um, yeah.” He could feel himself slicking up at the prospect of a knot. When Thomas turned over, Dami got a whiff of his pheromones, which only aggravated the situation.

“I can smell you,” Thomas smirked. Damiano felt himself blush deep red. “It's delicious, I’m gonna eat you out for breakfast in the morning.” Damiano was stunned, trying to remember a single reason why Thomas avoided Dami’s heats.

“Just, um let me shower first.” He felt tipsy and flushed, pushing back the covers because they were too hot. He was greeted with the sight of Thomas’ hardening cock. His eyes traced each curve, and he bit his lip bending over until Thomas stopped him.

“Let me shower first,” he mirrored. His tone was more demanding, but not domineering. It was refreshing, and sexy as hell. The first drop of pre-cum fell, sliding to the base of his cock, and collecting in his blond pubic hair. Daminao had a depraved idea that he couldn’t shake.

“Can I just smell you?” Thomas’ eye brows shut up, the dark brown such a flattering contrast to his dirty blond hair. He motioned for Dami to go ahead. He knew it was disgusting, but even so he pressed his face into Thomas’ pubic thicket, the soft hair tickling his face he held back a moan. This was where nearly every one of their bodily fluids had mixed together. It was what they smelled like, what getting knotted by him smelled like and he wanted to imprint it in his mind forever because it was glorious and gross. The musk that Dami had savored earlier was nothing in comparison to the heady pheromones emanating from Thomas’ scent glands now. He probably had no idea that he smelled like sex personified.

Without thinking, Damiano started kissing the root of his cock. He hadn’t given his alpha a single hand job or blow job, which wouldn’t do. They were already naked too, so all he needed was some lubrication. His mouth was too dry to use spit, but he had plenty of slick to spare.

“I can’t believe I forgot to make you drink water,” Thomas winces. “I’ll be right back.” When he gets out of bed, the nesting part of Damiano wants to yowl in descent. Why couldn’t they just stay in bed, alternating between sleeping and mating until his heat was over? Was that so unreasonable?

Thomas walks in with water and a handful of condensed meal bars, throwing a couple in front of Dami. He wasn’t interested in sustenance, he was interested in Thomas’ cock, which was still mostly hard, and definitely deserved attention.

“I’ll just eat in the morning,” dismissed Damiano. “If you just knot me we can go back to sleep and –” Thomas shook his head, opening a bar and handing it to him.

“Calories first. Hydrate,” he said, pushing Damiano to drink. He downed half the water bottle, and looked at Thomas expectantly.

“I’m fine, can’t we just –”

“No. You earn your knot by eating two of those.” Damiano scowled, but after a couple bites he realized he was starving and very thirsty. Thomas smiled watching him eat. Not smirked, smiled. There was nothing self-congratulatory about it. Taking care of Dami was plenty of reward. Thomas was settling into his alpha instincts comfortably, biologically validated by Daminao’s heat. This dynamic was novel, but comfortable. Rut was often described as putting blinders on, but it felt more like tunnel vision, and Damiano was the focal point of Thomas' entire world.

“How do you feel?”

“Um,” he took a sip of water. “From when you arrived? Indescribably better, but still anxious and just – I guess the closest word is uneasy.” He tone lilted up at the end, like a question. “Or, like, really uncomfortable. But that's kinda normal,” he assured, seeing Thomas concern.

“Let me knot you, cucciolo. Won’t that help?” he coos. Damiano just sort of throws himself at Thomas. Thomas is ready to catch him though, pulling his leg over so he’s straddling Thomas’ lap. While he rubs a cheek against Thomas scent gland, Thomas slides a hand down his back and starts thumbing at his hole, massaging the sensitive sphincter with the aid of slick. He works the first finger in with surprising ease, and the second one only takes a minute.

“You don’t have to prep me,” Dami suggests.

“I know that, but doesn’t it feel better?” Daminao nodded enthusiastically, feeling a fresh rush of slick splash on his thighs. “Plus it's so easy, now that you’re in heat, so it only takes a couple minutes anyways,” he hums, the timbre of his voice grounding. “And this is about your pleasure right?” It's a rhetorical question that still stops Dami in his tracks.

“Is it?” He lifts his head to look at Thomas, who slides a hand onto his cheek.

“What else would it be about?”” He guides Daminao into a kiss that very quickly turns desperate. Dami is hugging both arms around Thomas’ torso, mouth open to receive his tongue. As they make out, Thomas integrates a third finger, and works them in and out. Damiano isn’t counting, just enjoying the satiation of kisses with something in his ass too. He's become lost in it, so enjoying riding Thomas' fingers until he pulls away.

“Cucciolo, I’m about ten minutes away from being able to fist you, I think you’re ready,” he purrs. Damiano feels himself flush, but Thomas is right. Their level of trust has rendered him totally malleable. Thomas holds his cock upright, so Daminao can sink down on it. He’s nearly pressed the tip inside when he has a thought.

“Do I get my knot now?”

“Yes, of course, tesorino.” There's so much affection in Thomas’ voice. His omega’s eagerness is both endearing and extremely attractive.

“Okay, well I want it, um –” He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to remember despite Thomas’ proximity making him feel drunk.

“A different position?” he asks, slowly.

“Laying down, with you behind me,” requested. “That way, we just go to sleep knotted.” Having his omega tucked against him the whole night sounded like an excellent idea to Thomas. He lay down on the bed after Dami, situating both their heads on a pillow, and pulling the blanket up. He gave his cock a couple strokes, much to Daminao’s dismay as he looked over his shoulder.

“I could have done that!” Thomas can’t help but chuckle.

“Are you ready, cucciolo?”

“Yes!” Damiano turned over, waiting impatiently, trying to mold his body to Thomas’. He nudged Dami’s entrance with the head of his cock before slowly pushing in. It was even more heavenly than last time. There was plenty of space and lube. Dami’s body was so demanding of his presence, that it gratefully welcomed Thomas cock. Now in rut, Thomas could actually mate Damiano, and the catharsis was like nothing he had felt before.

He started with some gentle thrusts and quickly worked his way up. Just when he was worried about the knot, could feel Dami wiggling in impatience, it formed and everything fell into place. Dami let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding as everything finally settled. Thomas’ hand slid over his waist, the soothing touch of skin against skin. Dami’s stomach was so sensitive and quivered when Thomas ran his hand over it, on the path down to his cock.

He started working his shaft, then took his hand away for a moment, and returned it glistening. Thomas was using his own slick to get Dami off, and it was almost too much right then and there. As soon as Thomas moved, he shuttered from the stimulation. He wasn’t surprised by Damiano’s reaction to his knot, but it wasn’t any less drastic. The friction, the slick that dripped from him onto Thomas’ thighs. He wanted to get Dami off because he wasn’t going to last. Damiano let out a whine of frustration.

“What is it?” Thomas huffed.

“Please, just cum. Don't try to hold it off,” he pleaded.

“But I –”

“Experiencing your orgasam is more pleasurable than my own, so just please, please.” Thomas dropped his hand and focused on getting proper momentum, pushing himself to climax. In Dami’s tight heat, it took less than a minute, and he was cumming copious amounts, the type of volume you only get in rut. But this time, with their cycles synching up, it felt like having something pulled from him. He came and came, hot spunk plugged inside Dami from his knot. Just when he thought he couldn’t get any tighter, Damiano’s walls spasmed around Thomas’ cock, causing him to hiss in pain.

Damiano didn’t seem to notice, he moaned in pleasure, hips rolling back, trying to take anything else Thomas had to give him. In response, Thomas grabbed his hips and pulled Dami down onto his cock. It didn’t make any difference to him, but Dami squeaked in delight. Thomas resumed his hand job, rolling his pelvis in time, and Dami clawed at the fitted sheet, letting out guttural sounds from the back of his throat.

Thomas had never seen anyone enjoy sex this much, besides in porn, but then was entirely different. There's no smell, no sensation, no radiant body heat in porn. Daminao actually sounded like he was in pain again, and Thomas was just about to check on him when he felt Damiano’s cock throb. Viscous semen spilled over his fist. Dami trembled in his arms, then relaxed completely, except where he was holding the knot.

“Better?” Thomas checked.

“Mhm. If you don’t,” he was interrupted by a yawn. “If you don’t get enough time knotted it just…it just all goes to hell. Its fucking awful. It’s like, um…you feel wrong, inside. But now, everything is right, so…” He yawns again, humming contentedly. He could feel Thomas’s semen, hot and plentiful, deep in his pelvis. It was like being hugged from the inside out. He would have been satiated without the orgasam.

“Let's go to sleep,” Thomas coached. Damiano was all too happy to do as his alpha asked, but he still had a choice. Thomas’ pheromones weren’t forcing him into submission, he was letting himself be lulled. Some omegas liked the subservience, but Dami merely bore it. If every one of his future heats was like this, he could die happy, and that could only happen with Thomas.

Notes: Not a new fic! This chapter is about a year old it just seems ridiculous to have “AO3 exclusives.” If this isn’t your thing (immensely understandable) you can opt out of both omegaverse and band member x band member on my taglist.

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stovetoast · 11 months

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i know this is my art blog but i can do whatever i want. agents posting GO (WARNING THIS IS MESSY)

agent 3: lake. 19 (11 in splatoon 1), they/them

i dont have a lot on lake!!! they actually didnt get recruited at all, they just kinda... stumbled into the battlefield while the octavio fight was happening and insisted on sticking around afterwards because they had Way Too Much Energy. they dont really know a lot about their past before that, even less after oe. they now spend a lot of time researching turf game strategies (theyre not legally allowed to play because their special limiter is broken) and trying to push through the chronic fatigue. oh, and theyre in a qpr with 8.

personality . uhh basically lake likes to pretend theyre still silly but its Not working. they cant really speak above a certain volume either without it hurting. im so bad at describing personalities heeellllp hellllp help meeee helllllp

agent 4: mari(elle). 21 (15 in splatoon 2), any

the child of two splatlandian grizzco higher-ups! like... they work with the bear himself! they worked under the company at the inkopolis location for a while, including while the whole callie disappearing fiasco was happening, at least until the company got big enough where he could quit and her parents wouldnt notice. they didnt. cool! there may or may not be a reason that they didnt (wink) but i havent decided yet.

mari is kinda uhhhm. well. ive described it as theyre working on being silly without being mean. and hes been getting better :] + toni kensa fan oh heeeeelllllll no

agent 8: august/kass. 19 (13 in oe), he/him

oh god yeah i dont have a lot on him either. basically baby kass and baby lake met a few weeks before the Oe Incident and became fast friends. but then the metro happened and uhhhyeah you can imagine what happened to that. they both know they were close but dont really uh. actually i explained this better in another thing let me grab that.

"the key difference between a normal playthrough and this is that, not only did he run into agent 3 a few times in the metro, he… lost an eye when they were sanitized. the same eye, in fact. plus, his memories weren't entirely… restored, like how it i assume its implied to in oe. the contents of the mem cakes were merely evidence that there was a life before this, something to evoke feelings, and something to keep him going. that isn't his life anymore."

anyway. oe happens and now were here. present day kass is SILLY okay? but in the way that like. he dunks bread in pepsi and stares at mari (roommate) with the most blank face imaginable when they look at him weird. i dont know where im going with this hes just weird. he also has a strange fixation on death as a coping mechanism for the fact that his first memories are pretty much of zombies but hes respectful about it dw

new 3: clementine "kit"/patch. 16, it/its

basically it was forced to take on an unhealthy amount of schoolwork (+ a few extra years of school) because its parents live all the way in calamari county and didnt want it doing stupid shit. its primary guardian is its older sister, whos a lot nicer about this stuff yay! but yeah uhh splatoon 3 basically happens because it wanted to escape that. why it actually went in the manhole is up to interpretation .

through the nss bonanza business it made a friend, my friends oc ball :] together they are agent 6 and agent 9 (dubbed by lake because they knew itd get confusing) and theyre Siblings Yaaay. its smallfry friend (agent 3) is dubbed sen, short for baby sensory video, at least while kits learning their language. it doesnt know a lot about sen but is in the process of learning!!

its generally very quiet and soft-spoken to most people because of how it grew up, but in more of the ^_^ way ig??? despite that its also known to not have a sense of self preservation, again because of how it grew up. it goes out in the scorching hot desert for random junk. it ended up with severe facial scarring because it dove into danger so much in alterna. im describing this very badly im so sorry.

#k_c nss #splatoon

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pompadourpink · 2 years

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Hi mom im 19 in college and i feel super depressed but i have no idea why, my life is great, i love my family, nothing is wrong, but i'm just super bored and miserable, feel like i'm wasting my time on social media but can't stop, do you have any advice?

Hello dear,

Two things: overstimulation and loneliness.

We are drowning in content (social media, YT, podcasts, shows, ads, music) as well as sensory experiences (traffic, chatter, crowds, colours, lights) and our cerebral activity is constantly through the roof. Spend twenty minutes on TikTok and you can easily have your heart broken by someone saying goodbye to their cat, be reminded of your singleness (and comment something that "the highway is looking real nice rn"), amazed by someone's beauty and laugh at a dog video.

This is an exhausting way to live. You should be the main character of your life but you choose, day after day, to be a spectator of everyone else's. You happily gamble away hours and hours of your existence that you will never get back in order to find out what this influencer ate today or what's happened to Ned Fulmer. That's the reason why I post very little on my own social media: I don't want to rob you of your time, the most precious thing you'll ever have.

You don't communicate much because you've never learned how to make friends (since you ignore people IRL - watching stories and liking tweets don't count). You don't call grandma, don't hang out with friends, don't have Halloween plans. You stroke your pet with one hand and your eyes pinned to your screen (could be a blanket and you wouldn't know), neglect your needs, and procrastinate until you are so disgusted with yourself that you have a breakdown.

And obviously, politics aren't helping. My gen isn't doing too good, gen Z is scarily passive when something bad happens because they're unsensitized to violence (as they binge true crime, fear school shootings and make suicide jokes constantly), and I don't even want to know how iPad babies are going to turn out.

The people who make content purposefully put you in a position where you will want to keep scrolling, watching, liking, they'll make you believe that you need their product until you buy it (and nothing happens because you never needed it but now you lost money and you're sad because the happy chemicals are already back home) and they know it's hurting you, but it makes them money, so they won't stop. This means you need to make the decision to walk away yourself.

You don't need to consume stuff all the time. You shouldn't feel a need to get your phone out when waiting in line. You shouldn't feel ugly without a filter (if you even like yourself at all). You shouldn't feel ghost vibrations when your phone is in your pocket. You shouldn't have something playing at all times. You shouldn't be afraid of eating out alone or of being empty-handed because then your demons would start talking and you're unwilling to see what they want and how they got there.

Put your phone on flying mode after 9pm. Dim the lights. Turn off the music. Open the window and see what the world is up to. Count red cars, find shapes in the clouds, guess people's jobs, look for dogs, whatever you want, but nothing else. No music, no screens, no distractions. Lie on the bed and try to feel every part of your body. Have a full conversation without taking your eyes away from the other person. Eat without something to watch. Leave your phone in the room when you're going potty. Go for walks and listen to birds. Make small talk with anyone who looks nice, on the subway, at the laundromat, in class.

Choose to live before it's too late. It's already your second chance.

Love,

Mum

#ask #malks

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anemodaycare · 2 years

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If you feel inspired to write these could you maybe do agere adrian graye (toh) hc?

I am. so so happy to get this request I LOVE ADRIAN SO MUCH !!!

Agere Adrian Graye Headcanons!

He is absolutely a regressor

His age range is anywhere from 2-5

And let me tell you, he is a little nightmare (affectionate)

He tries his best to keep the regression from the other coven heads, mostly because he's afraid of the reaction he might get

(Turns out it was more common than he thought among them)

He accidentally lets the secret out to Hettie first

Personally, I love the headcanon that they're related. Literally one of my favorites for him

It was after one of the meetings, prior to the day of unity

Adrian didn't get a lot of input/was ignored during the meeting, so afterwards it sends him into tears on his way to his quarters

He doesn't make it awfully far before his knees feel shakier and he can't even self soothe

Honestly, he's lucky that Hettie's quarters were nearby

No questions asked (until he was big again), she took care of him

She's called "Auntie" by him

As of the day of unity, the only coven head who isn't aware of Adrian's regression is Terra

Speaking of the day of unity, he absolutely regressed when the pain got worse

He turns to Hettie with the telltale teary eyes, looking for any sense of reassurance

He doesn't get any and is soon met with darkness

Anyway! Lighter note :)

He's a bit spoiled once everyone figures out

He may not be the most liked, but most of the coven heads have a soft spot for little Adrian

He has a lisp when he's verbal and regressed

He cannot pronounce his "R" sounds

So of course. his name is said "Adwian!"

He loves being carried and will throw the tantrum of all tantrums if he cannot be held

This is why he has a strict naptime

Each coven head has a different name from him, even if they're not around when he's small

He has called Terra a bitch while regressed

Then promptly got put into time out.

He's easily entertained

Like. astonishingly so

He will chase his own tail.

Or watch fantasy baby sensory videos on the crystal ball

He doesn't have a lot of toys, BUT he has a stuffed bear from childhood

It goes everywhere with him while he's small

He will throw fits if he doesn't get to bring his stuffie

His favorite games involve pretend play!

With the help of minor illusions

Or maybe abominations or music

He is loved. He deserves it so much

#sfw agere #fandom agere #owl house agere #toh agere #agere adrian #this man. i hold him in my hands #he is so special to me #i could literally speak about him for hours #he is my pathetic meow meow #anyway who wants the found family coven head fic /hj

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starry-hughes · 1 year

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Omg on the topic of dreams about hockey players I’ve been having some fucking weird ones lately (i have dreams about players often because I usually go to bed right after watching games since I’m in the east coast, but the last week has been extremely odd)

- I think the weirdest one yet was going to a game & Nico kept yelling at my friend that they’d been looking for him (he looks very similar to Mercer) & they needed him in the ice. Then Jack came over to distract me (which worked) so they could kidnap my friend & make him play (he sucks at hockey) & everyone was yelling at him & throwing things. At the end of the game Dawson showed up because he’d gotten lost or something & everyone got mad at me for some reason (& it ended there)

I also had a weird one about the whole Jack, Trevor Cole Alex friend group but like they were in college & they were assholes to me & my friends but super nice to everyone else do I decided to destroy them 1 by 1 & made them all fall in love with me, then pitted them against each other for the title of boyfriend (thereby ruining their friendships) & whoever (I can’t remember) made it to the end became my bf but then I broke his heart in retaliation

- Steven Holtz the night before he scored that goal where he was tutoring me in something (idk what though)

- then Friday night I had a dream about Quinn where he hated me for some reason to do with spilling a drink & a dream about Moyle which was weird (it involved a party of some sort but it was weirder because then he scored in the game the next day)

- Tom Wilson & Elias Lindholm as the hot professors that offer “extra credit” that has happened a couple of times recently

- I had one about Bowen Byram too, because he’s from a town that’s close to me so it was like I ran into him during the summer & hung out with him & Cale

- I’ve also had Andrei svechnikov as my Russian tutor recently (I don’t know or care to know Russian) but it always ends with him saying super dirty things in Russian & me having not a single clue what he means

It’s been a weird fucking week

here’s the ones i remember:

mat barzal as my professor and he’s in a suit and i’m just drooling over him as he talks to another student and he’s walking over to me to help me suddenly and then i woke up

auston matthews and i were in an apartment and suddenly things are not pg friendly

not exactly hockey player related but in my dream someone asked if i played chel and if i played mat barzal and the mention of mat’s name woke me up

luke was in my dream recently i just can’t remember anything else

i think quinn was in my dream either last night or during my nap today ??

i usually am watching hockey or hockey videos until i am half asleep so i think that is where the dreams were coming from but recently i started watching baby sensory videos to fall asleep

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big-boah · 2 years

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For the comfort my characters thing: 🧸and🧣(if you want to do two) for Vegeta. But specifically Chances Vegeta cuz I think he needs these right now.

My baby BOY! Anything for him 😏💙 (I got REALLY carried away and accidentally wrote the next chapter of Chances using these two as PROMPTS, so you get a preview, I hope you like it! 🥰

🧸 Soft plush & 🧣 Fuzzy blanket

The Earthling holiday season was fully underway; the days were shorter, white and festive colored lights adorned the trees down half the city streets, and there were decorations of animals and gifts galore. The Earthling winter solstice was a week away to be exact, which Goku only realized when he checked his phone calendar notifications for the first time in a week. Not having a pay attention to income and only take care of the animals and the house with Vegeta was becoming a favorite pastime of his very quickly.

So, In typical Goku fashion, the lumbering man waited until the very last minute to recall that Vegeta actually wanted a holiday present this year. Vegeta wasn't really one for celebrating holidays; he was easily overwhelmed by drunken, singing crowds, and so was Goku. Goku noticed that he blushed at every gift he or his friends had given him despite the contents. (They have used the "KS Book" as they called it in their code name.) And he wanted to recreate that again and again.

Vegeta was significantly more relaxed around Goku since they had recovered from their first fallout, in which both men admitted they'd need to get better at certain things. Goku noticed a big change in Vegeta--he was still the same snarky badass he was before, but now, he was able to do it directly, with a much better handle on his facial expressions and tone through American Sign Language.

Vegeta was definitely a natural, and Goku was proud that he "called it." Bulma knew what she was talking about, suggesting that as a next step for them, since she had noticed how frustrated Vegeta tended to get with his phone; plus, the man wouldn't be around people who understood him all the time, even though he made sure it was that way now. Bulma hoped that eventually Vegeta would want to break free from the confines of bedrooms and books and video games, no matter whose house they were at. If he was happy, that's great. But he expressed his desire to keep experiencing things, get stronger, become more knowledgeable. Her old friend was a natural at learning and he was really coming into his own.

Goku found the twinkling lights somewhat magical as he held Vegeta's hand, strolling down 12th Avenue in West City. There were plenty of shops here with cool toys, for kids, adults, and even people with sensory needs. Vegeta could realistically buy these places out with the money in their shared bank account, but he didn't really think like that very often.

Goku pulled his chilly hand from his brown leather jacket pockets, revealing his black fingerless gloves. He rubbed his hands together for warmth. Vegeta suddenly stopped next to him after booking it down the sidewalk back to the bus stop; it was way too cold to walk.

Goku turned and held his mitts out to hold Vegeta's rosy cheeks and snotty nose. Vegeta sniffled and kept his eye peeled away from his lover--he hated being cold almost as much as he hated being hot. At this point Goku was hopping up and down a little, hoping with each passing second that the city bus to take them 15 minutes South would show up soon.

Vegeta checked the bus schedule board outside of the small enclosed waiting hut, which was packed with people this evening being so close to the holidays. He nudged his partner and pointed to the bus they were looking for--they still had about 20 minutes before that bus would arrive.

Goku's eyes brightened as he exclaimed, "I have an idea to warm us up in the meantime, come on!" He dragged Vegeta away from the crowd as fast as he could, careful to support his partner so he didn't fall ass-first into any black ice on the sidewalk.

"Hmmm..." Vegeta frowned while he considered whether he wanted to go in or not as they stared up at the glowing yellow sign--Goku brought him to a toy store around the corner from the bus stop.

"You can stay out here in the cold if you want, but I'm gonna get somethin' to warm us up, okay? Maybe I'll grab a couple gifts for Raditz." Goku confirmed. He turned on his heel and headed toward the shop's door.

Vegeta considered staying outside for 15 minutes and dealing with the weather, or going through a children's toy store for the same amount of time--the answer was unfortunately obvious; he'd freeze to death out here, and the snow was every so slightly picking up.

"Over here, dude!" Goku half-whispered when the shop's bell chimed. Vegeta raised his clenched fists and rubbed them into the material of his wind-resistant green knee-length jacket.

"Welcome!" An older woman with her hair in a bun and glasses was sorting books behind her cash register. Vegeta didn't look up.

"So you think a blanket might help? A real soft one?" Goku asked his partner, who kept his focus anywhere but on Goku's face.

The couple flipped through a stack of different blankets the shop had on display, all with different designs. Vegeta eventually found a navy blue one with a white speckled pattern that felt softer than anything he'd ever felt in his life. He tore it from the display pile, disregarding the other carefully refolded blankets, and held it up to see that it was massive.

He bunched it up and stuck his face in it while Goku watched in awe. Here was Vegeta, his boyfriend, who couldn't stand being out of the house, rubbing his face into a blanket with a look of satisfaction on his face. And they were in public.

"I'm guessin' that's a keeper?" Goku smiled, already knowing the answer. His partner nodded once with a stern, decisive face, and kept the thing bundled into his arms as they stepped back out to the main aisle.

"Alright let's bring this on the bus, then into our bed." Goku's voice took on a hint of a whisper as he bent down to Vegeta's ear, "We could be naked on it, it'd feel so good an' soft..."

Vegeta gulped hard, then used the huge wad of blanket to hide the growing erection in his sweatpants.

"Uh...one sec!" Goku announced as he ran off toward the back of the store. The guy could get distracted very easily, so Vegeta figured he'd wait exactly where he stood, grumbling at himself for how much he enjoyed this obnoxious piece of cotton fabric.

Vegeta glanced up at the aisle numbers where Goku was headed, and it said something about puzzles, toys, games, art supplies, restrooms, and checkout.

Not very specific... Five minutes later, his boyfriend was jogging back up to the front register with his partner to take care of purchasing the blanket. Goku checked the time on his phone real quick, and started bouncing on his toes a little in anticipation.

That was when the older man noticed a large paper bag in Goku's left hand. Huh. Vegeta was more concerned about wrapping the blanket around his shivering frame, however--he'd figure out Goku's mystery gift and who it was for on the bus ride.

Normally Vegeta would opt out of public transportation, but it was just cold and blustery enough to where the walk to the shopping distract was easy, but now it was a little too much on the way back with the ice and all.

Goku didn't feel the need to call a driver just for them to go a few blocks, although Vegeta did protest a little considering other people would be on the bus. Goku wanted him to try new things in public--not because he wanted Vegeta to be okay with other people, but because he hoped his partner would use his headstrong ego and inner strength to practice not giving a crap about what other people thought. Vegeta's father ingrained a bad bad habit into him about shaming himself, the poor dude.

The bells chimed above the toy store's door as they dashed out; the bus was pulling up to the corner on time, and white powdery snow was accumulating quickly.

Vegeta was very satisfied with their last minute purchase--he wrapped the huge thing around his shoulders and had Goku pay their bus fare up front, while Vegeta stomped to an empty seat against the very back of the vehicle.

Once the couple's hands had defrosted a bit, Vegeta signed with one raised eyebrow while pointing to the bag Goku had tucked into his side, "That p-r-e-s-e-n-t? Who?"

Goku watched Vegeta's signing, and pulled the brown bag even closer to his body. "Mmm..secret."

Goku chose to speak and sign for Vegeta's benefit, in case it was easier in that moment for his boyfriend to pick up more in one mode than the other. The two of them were studying hard, and they learned with ASL it is not encouraged to "sim-com", which is simultaneously communicate with ASL grammar and English speech, because ASL is a more broken down version with subject always being first to establish context. They also learned that this is why native ASL signers use grammar that sounds different than English while speaking.

Vegeta discovered that signing allowed his brain to bypass the whole speech processing thing, allowing him to use those mental and emotional resources to focus on what he was communicating. Even if they were just finger-spelling most exchanges at this point, Vegeta was beyond grateful to Bulma and Goku for encouraging him, and challenging him, to learn this. Even his brother was on board to learn in South City with his wife once he got wind of it. Raditz and his other friends were supportive too, but whether they had the brains or the patience to learn a new language was another story. Some people he'd still have to type with.

Something Goku noticed since they switched to mostly signing, was that he was seeing even more how snarky his boyfriend was, and he loved it. He loved learning more about his partner, and their relationship was already deepening on different levels. Which is why Goku felt comfortable enough to make his special "secret" purchase while they were in the toy store.

"Who?" Vegeta signed again with a grunt, his frown a little more pronounced this time. Goku was a sucker for his boyfriend's pouting, and it was close enough to the holidays to exchange a little extra gift... right?

"Agh fine. It's for you." Goku replied as he glanced over at his boyfriend who was currently cocooned in that fuzzy blanket. The bus was pretty busy at this time of day, but no one paid them any mind since most people were stuck standing like sardines. And their special Capsule Corp stop was only four blocks away.

"Now?" Vegeta inquired, eyebrows raised. His deep brown eyes glared at Goku's neck with anticipation--he was feeling so warm and comfortable that he didn't care if he seemed like an excited child. Plus, the only person he felt comfortable doing this sort of thing around was Kakarot.

Goku chuckled and nodded, passing the bag over to Vegeta's lap.

"Aww man, you didn't even give me a chance to wrap it." Goku remarked through his giggles, "For real though, if you don't like it I'll keep it, I think he's kinda cool."

Vegeta rolled his eyes at Goku's inability to not give things away, but what he removed from the bag was actually really, really cool. And pretty damn thoughtful.

It was an astronaut plushie, about 8 inches long, that looked exactly like the main character from his (now their) favorite space game. It was the first game they got hooked on together, the first thing they did on hangouts or "dates".

As immature as a stuffed animal gift was, it was like a sensory friendly action figure, and the guy really looked so cool. And it was soft.

Vegeta tore the plush spaceman out and tossed the paper bag to the right, along with the brown packing paper from inside. The bag happened to land on the lap of the person sitting next to Vegeta, who was seemingly a little weirded out by Vegeta's behavior--not only was the excited man now holding out a stuffed space dude, he was wrapped in a jacket and a huge blanket on a hot bus, surrounded by people in front of his seat, and he was stimming. A lot.

Vegeta felt comfortable enough around Goku to not care as much about his stimming; it was a natural part of him, it made him feel physically sick and horribly anxious if he couldn't do it. He didn't know why he let himself go so many years trying to suppress it, or hide it. He wasn't comfortable doing it all the time yet, but he was getting there. Plus, having Kakarot right there did something to him. It challenged him, to be better--to be himself. A stronger version of himself.

The couple had this phenomenon where they wound up in their own little world, where nothing else mattered--their own personal bubble, their own little Planet Vegeta and Kakarot no matter where they were physically. It was rare that they were apart these days, especially because all the renovation had started for the inside of Goku's house. They were being forced to spend more time outside because of obvious reasons, so today's outing was another attempt at Christmas shopping.

The tall man sitting next to Vegeta was wearing a green shirt, and had an orange Mohawk hairstyle with an earring. He leaned forward a bit and smiled warmly at the two men, almost as if he recognized them.

Vegeta hummed almost as loud as the bus engine right below them and kept his eyes fixed on his new gift. The guy passed the discarded paper bag to Goku, who accepted it with a shy smile.

"Sorry man, he didn't mean to throw trash at ya." Goku's cheeks dusted a light pink and Vegeta turned to him, furrowing his brow and rocking a bit.

"Sorry why?" Vegeta signed quickly to his partner.

"You're a s-l-o-b." Goku replied, earning a close-quarters shoulder shove from his boyfriend.

The orange-haired man chuckled in response to Goku's signing; he must have understood what he saying, which made Goku giggle a bit too. There were actually some pretty cool people in this city--but he was looking forward to heading home to the country as soon as the main part of the house was renovated.

Goku was staying at Capsule Corp for the next month while his place was being worked on, and having to drive several hours a day to take care of his animals was not ideal. Goku also found that he didn't like living with roommates too much either.

But making plans and hanging out with Vegeta, learning more about each other, getting to spend a lot more time together, made it all worth it.

"Thank you, Kakarot." Vegeta signed to his partner, tearing his gaze from the plushie back to the floor, rubbing it against the stubble beneath his chin; it felt weirdly itchy but great in that moment.

Vegeta's mind continued reeling as he waited for their stop. ...He's always surpassing me at these things! How dare he get me a thoughtful gift, and found it so quickly! I'm going to have to figure something out, fast. I should probably enlist Bulma for help.

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spexialvixtimxunit · 2 years

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Complete

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Female!Reader

Warning: Nipple play, Mommy Kink (I feel like Penelope would refer herself as Mama/ Mama Bear when it comes to the Mommy kink), Praise kink, Ass Worship, mentions of sex, sensory deprivation, toy play

Length: Long

Word Count: 1.2k

Masterlist

KINKMAS DIRECTORY

**all linked PG imagines from kinkmas list

DAY 7, DAY 8, DAY 9, DAY 10

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You let out a quite moan.

"Stay quiet my love, I wouldn't want to punish you." Penelope whispered in you ear. You both has been sexting all day and finally you had the chace to come to her small office.

She had you sitting on her lap with your shirt unbuttoned and your bra unclasped, foundling with your nipples. "Aww baby, look at how your shaking from my touch. Are you ready to cum? Just by me touching you like this? Hmm?"

You nodded profusely. You never know you could be aroused just by your nipples being touched. "Oh honey, I bet you're so wet right now. Maybe I can help you that once we get home so that you can feel a lot better."

"Stand up~" She asked. You got up as she got up out of her seat and instructed you to sit down. You sat down in her chair and she kneeled in front of you.

She began licking and sucking on you nipples until your body jerked, and Penelope recognized this as your orgasm. She smiled up at your flustered state.

“Come and sit on my lap, one last time and I know that you’ll feel really good this time.” Penelope said while helping you once her lap once more.

She lifted up your dress and pushed her hand in your underwear, touching your heat. You let out a moan as she used your fluid to massage your clit.

You through your head back as you let out more quite whimpers. You were so immersed into wanting to cum, you didn’t even know that she sent a couple of clicks on her keyboard and with her mouse, that she was secretly recording you.

You both talked about sending lewd videos and pictures to each other so that you have something to get off to from being in different states most of the time for cases.

However, you didn’t think was saw going to record you now but it would be something she later teased you about.

“Are you so close to cumming? Mama can feel your body shake y’know. You don’t have to hide it. You know Mama will take good care of you~” She whispers while continuing to put her fingers to work.

You felt you body tense as you hips rolled to her pace. “Cum on my fingers, I don’t mind.” She continues more swirls around your clit before you jerked as you released.

“Mm. Good girl. Mama will be sure to give her baby bird a reward for being so good.” You watched her lick the fluids off of her fingers.

“We can stay like this for a while if you like. Mama’s lap is very comfortable as you can tell but I have to clean you up.” She says while rolling her chair to her desk, cleaning her hands with a tissue.

You were still too tired to noticed that she ended the video of her little show. She cleaned you off but you were already asleep, too tired to wake up.

The next night the girls asked for a night out, just the four of you and you and Penelope agreed.

“It’s not my fault that that girl was flirting with me.” You said with a laugh as you exited out of the club. You, Penelope, JJ, and Emily decided to have a night out since you didn’t have that in a long time.

She rolled her eyes in jealousy. You looked over at her to see her ignoring you. “Really Pen? I wasn’t flirting with her okay? I know it sounds cheesy but I only have eyes for you.”

You grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks in front of the driver side of the car. She let out a sigh as she entered the car from the cold and you did too.

“I’m not mad.” She said while starting up the engine and begging to drive. “Maybe I can make you feel a bit better once we get home.”

Through out that whole car ride, Penelope couldn’t keep her hands to herself and you had to constantly remind her of that.

As soon as she got into the apartment she devoured you into her arms.

You placed a soft kiss over her lips as she explored your body, letting her hand trail down to give your ass a squeeze.

You blushed and pulled away at her sudden action. “What? Cat caught your tongue?” she flirted. You rolled your eyes and pulled her over to the couch.

You pushed her down and before she could protest you placed a kiss on her lips. You went over to your speaker and played a slow song.

You looked at her with lusty eyes as you swayed your body to the beats, giving her a lap dance. All she could do was look up at you.

You smiled as you swayed your hips into her lap, making her reach for you. You denied the motion as you giggle.

Once you were done she gave you a small cheer on your performance. You thanked her as you straddled her waist. “Maybe we can do something that's more fun that a lap dance.” You suggested as she squeezed your ass once more.

“I like the sound of that.”You said while placing kisses onto her neck, pulling a moan from her lips. Penelope hiked up your dress a bit, making it easy for her to slide her hand past your underwear.

She toyed with you a bit before you could feel yourself coming close to cumming into her fingers. “Ah ah ah, you’re not going to cum just yet, Mama has some plans for you.” She whispered in your ear, pulling away her now wet fingers.

You let out a whine as she helped you to lay down on the large couch.

She told you she would be back in a moment and in less then that she was back. She sat you up and placed a silk bandanna on your eyes.

“I promise this is going to be fun, Mmm~ I think Mama can wait any longer. Let have something fun, shall we?” She said before almost laying you back down.

“Oops, I think I almost forgot about these.” Penelope held you hand behind you back and tied them together with another silk bandanna. Penelope discarded all articles of clothing, leaving you bare in the couch.

Luckily the warmth from the fire place filled the room.

She laid you down softly before you could hear rustling in the kitchen before it went silent. You felt something cold touch your stomach.

You let out a gasp as you felt a vibrator touch your clit. Penelope giggled at you aroused state. “Mama wants her baby bird to feel good, do you feel good?”

She asked while rolling her wand in her hand around you sensitive bud. You let out a moan in response for a ‘yes’.

Penelope teased her cold fingers along your stomach. “Mm you look so pretty like that. And look at how wet you are, Mama knows how to make you feel so good, doesn’t she?~”

You let out a whine as you squirmed. “Are you about to cum?” You nodded your head. Penelope continued to mix the wand across your entrance and over you clit, making your wetter.

Your body began to tremble as she continued, occasionally bitting on your neck. You were close to cumming before your felt her move the wand away.

You let out yet another whine. “Why…Why did you stop?” You questioned. All she did was let out a chuckle. “I hope you didn’t forgetting that I’m in charge? Mama has you wrapped around her finger her right now~”

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✨Art Posts✨

Below you will find the updated Art posts that I will post every Wednesday. I will provide links of my weekly favorites and give the creator or the OP, along with a comment.

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Wednesday, March 23rd:

- 'Cute Kitties' by the wonderful and talented @gatoiberico. I love the second piece, it looks exactly like my Baby, same eyes and everything.

- 'Spring Cleaning' by @munespice who makes such cute art, it just makes my heart so happy.

- 'Conversations I Have Had with Edgar Allan Poe' posted by @thatsbelievable, who's blog I genuinely love, go give them a look.

- 'Pretty Kitties' by Hiroki Takeda but posted by @daily-cats. If you like cats, obviously go take a look at that blog cuz, ugh, so cute.

- 'I like Houseplants' posted by @notmusa. I love plants too. So much. Probably too much.

Wednesday, March 30th:

'Flower Girl' posted by @daily-cats, I just love cats and thought this was the cutest thing in the whole world.

'Space Aesthetic' posted and created by @jessgaspar. I think it's brilliant and trippy and it's like the picture equivalent to those baby sensory videos.

'Can You Just Come Here' created by Sophie Schultz by posted by @1000drawings. I just really like the picture itself and it just makes me think of my boy :)

Wednesday, April 6th:

'Warm Hugs': Originally posted by @stephaniewelk, I just think it's the cutest thing ever.

'The Viscount Who Loved Me': Originally posted by and created by @mimmosa, with my ever-growing love for Bridgerton, I wanted to give this recognition.

Wednesday, May 4th:

Black and White: Originally posted and I believe created by the lovely @simplytegwin. I just really liked this one. It caught my eye :)

Vintage Chic: LOVE this one, especially the cows. They're my favorite animals and I just thought this design and the overall vibe was to die for. Originally posted and created by @celesse.

Cows: This was posted by @ousia-poetica but it was originally created by Teresa Elliott Fine Art. I just love cows. You all will learn this eventually lol.

Wednesday, May 18th:

Flower Ducky: This is just. ADORABLE. This was posted and I believe it was created by @spicymochi. I just love digital art and I love ducks lol.

Autumn In The Divide: This is amazing. I want to live and breathe in the location that this painting describes. It's beautiful. Created and posted by @joofaloof.

Wednesday, May 25th:

mossy sheep: Guys you have no clue how much I love farm animals, especially sheeps, goats and cows so this post like warmed by heart. Posted and created by @weatheredcopper.

Lilac Day: I think it's fiting that it's lilac day for me to post this. This is so so so beautiful and I love it, such a good job done by @ra-artblog.

Snapshots: I love this piece originally posted by Vincent Giarrano on Instagram. I just think it's beautiful and I just really enjoyed looking through the different images.

Wednesday, June 1st:

Fancy Frogs: I just love this and I couldn't scroll by it without posting it. Created and posted by @byjessicaelena.

Pet Portraits: I just love animal drawings more than anything else in the world. Just so so so cute. Created and posted by @reimenaashelyee.

Wednesday, June 8th:

Pride: In celebration of price month, here's an adorable piece of digital art created and posted by @oposummmm. I think it's the cutest thing in the world and so does my man, he urged me to add it onto this list.

The Babysitter: In honor of the new season of stranger things and my love for Steve Harrington, here is this lovely piece of digital art that I feel truly encapsulates Steve's pretty constant state of injured lol. Created and posted by the awesome @crowdiak.

Wednesday, June 15th:

Archives: I loved the piece, honestly because of the cat but I just love the whole vibe as it is. Made and posted by @rkherman.

Pride Potions: In honor of Pride Month, I went searching through tumblr for some cute art that I could post regarding Pride, to support and encourage people to celebrate those in the community, like myself. Created and posted by @msfaeriearts.

Happy Pride Month ��️‍🌈: Another one in honor of Pride Month! This is so so cute and wholesome and I just wanted other people to see here so here it is. Created and posted by the lovely @fnfmix.

Wednesday, July 6th:

Platonic: I just love Stranger Things and I figured with the new season and all the heartbreak that I would add this lovely piece of digital art done by the awesome @lilbellen.

Parallels: I have no words for this piece done by @clockbirds other than beautiful and breathtaking.

Jopper: This is also a given with Stranger Things coming out and my daddy and mommy issues shining through VERY MUCH, especially with this wholesome digital work created by @heatherbelart.

Access: I am unapologetically pro-choice. I will always support a womens right to choose, no matter my own personal decisions with my own body. I am a nursing student, a future health care worker, and I will always advocate for those who's voice has been snuffed out by the American government and ignorant people around us. This was created by the amazing @liberaljane, keep up the good work <3

Wednesday, July 13th:

Nasa: Guys, the pictures that have come out of the universe over the last few days is an art form in itself. I just need to share this post from Nasa because it's absolutely breathtaking and informative.

Mount Moran: I just love nature and I've been really into photography lately so I figured why not throw this beautiful image by @riverwindphotography of the Grand Tetons.

College AU: Since we never really got to see any sort of relationship between these two characters, here's this College AU of Chrissy and Eddie created by the lovely @bloomsbury. I just think that the art work of this ship within this fandom community is beautiful and it's nice to see the actors of these two characters also show the same appreciation :)

Disability Pride: I've been struggling lately with my disabilities and chronic illnesses and sometimes seeing posts like this do help my overall moral and confidence. This was created by the wonderful and talented @brbdaly.

Wesnesday, July 27th:

Pretty Boy Billy: Villains are always so interesting in art; they're fun to pick apart, they're fun to hate/love, but they're even more fun to create different versions of. Art, writing, songs- anything- it allows us to all create a version of our characters that we like. I think this artist and the art itself should be more than appreciated, @darthameus.

Ocean Blue: I think this is just beautiful and I just like to stare at it for hours lol. If I got super high and looked at this, I think I could probably acheive surpreme happiness lmao. Shoutout to the lovely artist, @iusufart, who is amazing at what they do.

Cup Noodle: Dude I love cats, look at this cat. I love noodles, I love cats. This is perfect and makes me like happy stim just looking at it. It's amazing, thank you @catplantsupply, know that I also drink too much tea.

Wednesday, August 3rd:

Mischief and Trickery: I just love this and I love the vibes. It reminds me of calm nights in fall and it's just overall comforting to me. This was created by the lovely @jitterbugbear.

Evans Road: This piece of art is just beautiful. I just love everything about it, not much more to say. It was posted by @metamorphesque but the name in the caption is Daniel Garber.

Monstera: I love plants, I think everyone knows this by now. So I figured that this piece done by @pencilcat deserves all the recognition in the world.

Wednesday, August 10th:

Gotta Shape Up: Rest in paradise Olivia Newton John. This was created by the lovely @nathsketch.

Here, Kitty, Kitty: I love cats and considering I wake up like this half the time with my cat Alaska, I needed to repost this lovely work, created by @distuff.

Banana Cockatiel: Justin works at a pet store with a ton of birds and all he talks about, other than the cats, are the cockatiels. So I figured, when this popped up on my page, 'why not'. This was created by @spicymochi, go check out their page, it's adorable and awesome.

Wednesday, August 31st:

Spiderman: This is just really cute. I don't know if it's actually art or not but I just wanted to share it with everyone. Posted originally (I think) by @sarouxbastoux.

The Cutest Thing Ever: Guys, need I say more? Look at this little guy, I want him. I literally immediately showed this to Justin cuz he loves little guys like this and also appreciates art! This was created by and posted by the lovely @jakdaw.

GRR: I'm full of cute shit this week, this is just so unbelievably cute and simple and I needed to share it with you. Their name is pretty obvious given the picture tagged but go take a look at them, @onetigeraday.

Wednesday, September 7th:

Little Bedroom: I just thought this was really cute and wanted to share it with you guys. I don't know if it's digital art or what but I just think it's really cool with the animations. So, kudos to @mooncheez.

Bumble Bee: I really love bumble bees and I just think their so fluffy and cute and it really took me months to talk myself out of being afraid of them. This was made by the lovely @xeptum, go check them out.

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