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Quaestor Valdemar x Bismuth (OC) - The Feeling's Mutual

Commission by @silversnape ! Forgot to post and got sick so it's only just now getting posted but glad you enjoyed it fren! :) If anyone else wants to commission my rules are on my page and my DMS are definitely open to it!

Word count: 6,888

Genre: Innocent, fluffy, maybe a lil gorey or horror induced

Enjoy!

There's a graveyard located deep in the forest. Of course it was best to keep it from the palace grounds, for it was a dark little reminder of the past in Versuvia that was hidden amongst overgrown foliage. Quaestor Valdemar hadn't spoken much on it, what was there to say anyway? The land was full to the brim with the dead, headstones far out of reach. Bismuth, the apprentice to the physician, had grown a curiosity for it though it wasn't surprising for her to do so with her because of her natural sense of curiosity. Even if Valdemar hadn't said anything about it themselves the woman had been reading, there weren't many stories on the ancient land but she was able to find a few things.

To start of the land was filled with the dead as stated before, those who lost their lives to the great red plague that ruled over the lands. Bismuth had heard the tales of it from various mouths, people who had lost loved ones during those times or who were descendants of such and even more from Valdemar themselves who seemed to…enjoy talking about such a dark time. That wasn't new though of course it's not like the Quaestor grew eager to talk about anything else but the death toll that occurred back then.

Even so, they could talk about the plague all day she was sure but still…they hadn't said anything on the graveyard itself.

Valdemar suddenly snaps their fingers on front of bright eyes, Bismuth blinks at the action. She had zoned out, the graveyard has been on her mind for a while now. Probably more than it should be. Natural curiosity of a cat, hopefully it wouldn't get her killed.

"Assistant? Bismuth?…Are you even listening?" They question, voice smooth but there's some firmness and a light sigh that leaves them as they eye her, hovering close to her as if examining her gaze. The hand in her face is covered in sticky blood, they lower it to grab a rag that sits beside them, freeing their other hand from the corpse in front of them laying on the table. A man who had died of some sort of liver damage…Valdemar wipes their gloves clean before turning and looking at her once more, eyebrows furrowing a little.

"I'll say it again. Did you even hear a thing I said? How are you supposed to take notes when you can't even focus on what I'm saying?" They huff lightly but it's clear that their tone with her isn't as harsh and cold as it could be, one could say that they were rather nice to her compared to many others. Usually actions like this would set them off, make them glare and tsk in annoyance but they almost seem to have an uncharacteristic…patience with her.

"Mind informing me of whatever could be on your mind at a time like this? Weren't you the one who suggested helping me tonight?" They inquired as they set the now bloody cloth back to the side before crossing their arms over their back. Bismuth looks up at them with surprise before slowly looking down at her feet, heart pumping in her chest just having them look at her. As curious as she was for the graveyard she had to avoid their gaze for a moment for she might end up flushing. She was infatuated with the other, whether they knew or not and usually a scenario where they were focus on her was like a dream but right now it seemed like she was before scolded which put a light frown on her lips.

She looks from her shoes and uniform back to the dead man on the table, his skin is pale as his torso lays wide open for all to see. There's tools on the side, a surgical knife, tweasers, a scalpel… her gaze stays on her for a moment before she looks back up at her superior who seems to still be waiting patiently for a reply, lightly lifting a brow.

"I've…been thinking about the graveyard in the forest." She finally admits slower than she usually would and Valdemar looks at her in slight suspension as she starts that sentence off just for their eyes to widen as she finishes. It's almost as if they didn't expect that answer from her, at all, and maybe they didn't but why did they almost seem spooked by her words? It's silent for a moment, unexpectedly silent, and Bismuth can't help but feel herself grow anxious. She must've said something wrong. There's a moment where she begins to regret saying anything but it's not like the woman would hold information from them if they asked because she followed them and admired them greatly. There was no way she could lie so easily to them. However, their silence makes her feel like she shouldn't have opened her mouth at all. She can feel herself begin to shake a little, the idea of them being angry getting to her for that was just not something she could handle.

She jumps when a gloved hand seems to snake its way under her chin. She twitched at the touch but Valdemar doesn't take that as a reason to pull away as they carefully cup her chin, firm but not enough to bruise or cause pain.

"Why would something like that be on your mind? How did you even find out about that place? No.." they speak, eerily persistent before shaking their head a little as if that wasn't the way they seen themselves starting their response.

"That place is not safe. Thinking about it like you are must mean you're curious in it…I don't know what that brain of yours is thinking but you don't plan to go find it for yourself do you?" They contested. They were in her face now, still holding her chin but leaned in close. Tone hard and gaze unyielding as they looked at her and made her look at them. Their hand pressed slightly harder as her eyes widened before her lip started to quiver a little, it didn't hurt it's not like they were digging their nails in or pressed harshly on her cheeks, they're hold was firm but gentle almost like leading a small animal to look and focus on them.

Bismuth could feel her eyes watering, she couldn't help but feel troubled or that she was being trouble for them. She suddenly felt a little bad within herself, over thinking. She did come to help them because that's what she loved, being under them and around them…close enough to touch them but now they were upset with her, looking at her with such a gaze even if their hand felt surprisingly warmer than they usually were on her cheeks.

Valdemar's gaze seems to soften even just a little, they make a motion of shaking her head softly from side to side. It lightens the mood even just a little, especially when they push up her cheeks and make her pout and pucker her lips. They huff softly before letting her free a second after.

"I'm not angry with you Bismuth, just don't go out there and that is a warning." They advised while turning away from her to walk over to a counter.

"I..heard about it at the market. I was just wondering and all. When we…work on things together like the bodies of the living it's only natural for me to wonder where they go when we're done with them. You…don't let me come with you when you take them away." She spoke feebly, at the time of doing so the Quaestor had picked up a body bag. It was black, easy to be ignored or confused for a shadow if spotted in the woods. She watched them and their tall lean figure as they did so and noticed when they seemed to pause at her words, calculating them in their brilliant brain.

"You…want to come with me?" They asked as if perplexed and she nodded almost as if shy.

"Yes." She confirms politely.

They seem to think about it, brows knitting together a little as if thinking of the consequences of this action if they agreed. She has been working with them for a while now, long and diligently too… She always did what she was told with no talk back and little failure, enough so that Valdemar themselves had placed a certain level of importance on her. They eventually breathe in deep through their nose and out through their mouth, collecting themselves and their various thoughts before walking over to the lifeless body and the woman.

"Fine, I feel as though I can trust you… just don't touch anything and don't venture off. Do you understand Bismuth?" They spoke carefully as they pulled open the body bag waiting for her response even though they were positive that they already knew what she would say. As they led the body into the bag and eventually zipped it up they glanced at her from the corner of their eyes to see…a sparkle could be found in those dark eyes of hers.

With eyes like hers they could be seen as nothing but plain to some though it was easy to see… that not many people held eyes like her's. Sometimes they'd twinkle when they called her name, even more so when she had earned some praise. Inky blackness seemed like a spiraling galaxy at times, at least when Valdemar was in the picture.

They looked away after a moment, moving their hands to grasp the body bag and haul the contents over their shoulder. Honestly, for how lean they were, they were quite strong…

"Y-yes!" She answered, a look of determination now forming on that cute little face of hers as she agreed to their terms.

"Well come on. Don't get lost." They emphasized before turning away and leading the way to the dungeons exit. She eagerly followed like a puppy and they found themselves chuckling softly at it, how she had gone from that pout from earlier to such a sweet smile.

It was a bit of a walk to get there but with each step they made Bismuth could feel the energy that flowed from the forest. It was like a tingle running over her skin or an unintelligible whisper in her ears. She had grown rather anxious during their little adventure together, even going far enough to be right on Valdemar's heels though they didn't seem to mind. At least she was staying by their side like they told her to.

The full moon was out, the smell of dirt and rain laced the air. From Valdemar's perspective they walked with a sternness, they knew where they were going unlike their subordinate. Their walk hadn't contained much talking at first, mostly the crunches of leaves under their feet or the screeching of crickets took up the silence. It was only when they weren't too far when Valdemar eventually spoke, breaking the silence but not without the woman walking beside them jumping as if shocked to hear of them after all this time. Valdemar grinned, a toothy grin that was just a bit wider than usual as if they found it funny to see the woman practically shaking in her boots.

"Apologies, I didn't mean to spook you." They hummed looking down at her before looking ahead again, eyes glowing bright in the darkness. In their free hand they held a lantern to help the woman beside them, just because they could see in the conditions of the night didn't mean that she could as well.

"I just wanted to say that for someone who was so curious you're shaking like a leaf. One would one I dragged you out here if you keep scrunching your eyebrows and looking around like that." They pointed out but there was a playful edge to their tone as if trying to help the woman calm down. It seemed to work as she turned her head to them quickly, cheeks brightly flushing at their teasing. When her mouth fell open as if to say something back they lifted a brow, smug smirk on their lips.

"Please don't tease me Quaestor…" she huffs softly turning her gaze away but not without them noticing the light flush on her cheeks. They chuckled but left her be for the time being.

It's a bit chilly out tonight, nothing that would stop the Quaestor themselves but Bismuth rubbed at her arms for more warmth. Valdemar led the way, their tall figure finding a trail and walking along it. The gates of the graveyard were rusted, the doors stuck in place and wide open almost as if welcoming them but Bismuth shivered just looking at it. It wasn't as if she didn't expect it to be somewhat like this but the eerie feeling in the air felt too heavy even with someone like the Quaestor being there to guide her.

Her stomach churned as her onyx gaze trailed over the land, headstones poking out for what seemed to be far far away as if there wasn't an ending. She briefly covered her eyes, mind getting jumbled for a moment as she tried to calm her nerves but then the sound of metal clinging against metal had made her jerk. Snapping out of her thoughts. Her gaze moved to Valdemar who had sat the lantern down for a moment, a shovel now in their free hand which had been leaning against the rusted gate with one other.

"Are you okay assistant?" They asked but their tone was less playful than before as they almost seemed to look at her…in worry. She flushed at the expression, that frown pulled at their lips felt homey. Bismuth nods quickly this time, waving a hand dismissely while still holding herself with the other.

"I-im fine. Just a bit cold out here tonight considering how warm it was earlier." She replied now lightly shrugging. Valdemar hummed at the reply but eventually nodded before looking down at the lantern next to their foot.

"Look, come here. The sooner we get this done the sooner we'll be able to return to the palace. The rain must've caused a cold front. Take the lantern and follow me, you'll be the light." They instructed and obediently the woman approached and carefully plucked the lantern off the ground. They nodded and from there on continued by passing through the fence.

There was a heavy fog in the graveyard, the heads of tombs only became harder and harder to recognize as the two of them went deeper and the crickets who chirped so loudly before had suddenly fallen silent. Valdemar walked with ease and poise, they've been across these lands many times before that at first they didn't realize Bismuth had fallen a bit behind. For her, these lands almost seemed like anything could jump out and grab her at any given moment. She trembled now but not because of the cool weather this time.

"Bismuth?" Their voice rang out through the still air. She quickly turned, they were probably about ten or so paces in front of her now, standing out in the field of fog and gravestones. Their magenta eyes looked at her, a slight bit of confusion could be found in their features.

"Are you sure something isn't the matter?" They called out. Just hearing their voice calmed her, surprisingly like a guide through the dark. She came to the conclusion that she didn't like it here as much as she previously thought she would, previously her curiosity of the place had come from the lack of general knowledge on it. Granted graveyards…weren't her favorite though so it should have been expected. Originally she planned to come in the early hours of the day, where the sun could keep her peace of mind safe but the Quaestor had caught her so quickly. So then, when they allowed her to come she practically leapt at the chance to spend more time with them. She hardly thought about her decision at first but once they entered the forest it felt like her heart constricted in her chest and that something…was watching.

She shook her head though even as her heart was racing in her chest and her stomach was churning a bit.

"N-no, just thought I heard something…" she says softly, running her free hand through her long raven hair as she caught up for them and they waited up until she was standing beside them again.

"Something…like what?" They persisted lightly but she didn't mind as they turned forward again and continued walking. From this distance and with this pace of step Bismuth could notice a few things about her superior. She tended to do so often, just a few days ago she noticed they had freckles. A few could be spotted on the space of their neck that didn't get wrapped but most were over their cheeks. She'd grown to like them, quite a bit actually. Right now she was picking up on their scent, a blush coming to her cheeks as her gaze fell to her walking feet.

They smelled of something sweet and gentle like lavender and then something more earthy and homey like sandalwood and it was hard not to notice, it was some of her favorite smells.

"It feels like we're being watched..so, I didn't necessarily hear anything." She spilled without them having to push too hard. They hummed at the response, a little frown seemed to dust their lips for a moment but then they grinned widely, sharp teeth glistening in the moonlight. It was as if they were proud of something.

"Well yes, that would only make sense. We are at a graveyard after all. I feel them as well but they know not to approach me so as long as you keep up you won't be snatched into the void between life and death." They informed, their words chilling.

This graveyard hosted the bodies of those that passed away during the plague, their spirits watched from a distance but with hunger in their eyes just being near a walking, breathing, person. Her flesh reminded them or theirs before they plague tore it off them or melted it away. Now they looked like ghouls, the energy that they carried was heavy. Heavier than anything else Bismuth had ever felt before and to be honest, their phrasing did nothing to ease her this time.

Her face didn't match theirs, she didn't have a wide grin on her lips like they had in theirs. She nodded though, surely they didn't mean too much harm by saying that right?

"I wouldn't let anything happen to you." They spoke lastly as they moved off the pavement to venture into the grass into an open plot. There was already a headstone in the dirt but nothing was on it as Valdemar knelt down to slide the body bag from their shoulder to the ground to rest in the grass. Bismuth had fallen silent, the churning in her stomach had turned back into a wild fluttering.

"Right…" she manages to say softly as she pets her warm cheeks with her free hand. They don't respond immediately this time, taking the shovel in their hands now. She hovers close but they wave her back a little.

"Hold the light." The ordered calmly and she nodded. As they started digging she couldn't help but look around the graveyard again, surveying the area. She couldn't see any faces, not any ghoul like creatures but she could…feel them. A heavy shiver ran up her spine for a split moment. She still felt sick even with them being near, felt as if at any time she'd feel someone breathing down her neck tickling the strands of hair there. She shifted on her feet as the Quaestor kept digging, they were a little over a foot deep now, eyes focused on the goal. She watched as they went further and by the time that they dug enough for just their headdress to be seeable Bismuth was shivering again.

Her dark eyes glanced around again, first time quickly, darting from corner to corner now, checking her surroundings continuously but being sloppy with the task as well since she feared that she'd actually see something this time. It was when her eyes looked at the body bag next to the large hole that she froze. For the splittest of moments it seemed like it had moved and she squeaked and jumped at the very thought. She was spooked, the longer she stood here with this light the more she felt like she was drawing moths in. They circled her, the sound of fluttering wings in her ears loud and overstimulating.

"What is it now Bismuth?" Valdemar called out again, this time peeking their head up from the hole to look at the woman. If it wasn't the fact that the woman was practically scared shitless she probably would have found their position a little humorous for it distantly reminded her of a gopher sticking its head out of the dirt. No, she trembled and upon seeing her Valdemar lifted a brow. Surely it was her own fear at this point, nothing had come for her all night and yet she was this frightened.

"I..uh…" she stuttered and they sighed. If they could guarantee that she was strong enough they'd suggest switching spots. No way that could happen, she'd take too long in that state and it's not like they wanted to give her that much work anyway.

"It won't be too long now if that helps ease you. With how scared you seem I can count on the fact that you'll never come here alone right?" They chuckled while going back to work looking back to the hole as they dug the shovel in again but the woman let out a much smaller laugh, rubbing her arm with her free hand again. This was probably why Valdemar didn't bring her along with them to begin with until today, this seemed like only a place they could thrive in. They didn't seem fearful or nervous at all to be here, they almost seemed to blend right in and that made the woman feel a little embarrassed… She was an adult and yet she shook like a young child right now who was scared the Boogeyman would get her. Maybe she was just overreacting…even if she felt sick to her stomach.

"Yes, I don't think I could be caught dead here." She replied without much thought and for a moment complete silence settled between them before Valdemar snorted, then they let out a roar of laughter. They cackled as if she meant to tell that joke, as if they'd slap their knee at any given time. They curled in on themselves, using the handle of the shovel for support as their wicked laughter filled the air.

Usually people would be unnerved by this but Valdemar had a nice tone of laughter, Bismuth noticed even if she had jerked upon it first coming out. It felt like they hadn't laughed like that in a long time and even if Bismuth was a little confused she felt warm hearing it. Knowing that she was the source of such made her cheeks flush and for a moment she felt a soft smile beginning to form on her lips as they let it all out.

That was until a hand, cold and clammy, slapped over her mouth with harsh pressure. It held an iron grip on her as shock surged through her entire being from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Suddenly that warmth she felt shattered into an icy feeling of wriggling worms in her gut as the lantern fell from her hand, knocking the lit flame out and enveloping the area in the darkness once more.

When Valdemar eventually calmed themselves they hummed in content.

"Bismuth I didn't know you were a comedian-" they began to praise the little woman but froze when they realized how dark it had gotten so suddenly. Immediately they clambered out of the hole, it was deep enough now anyway. All that was needed was to toss it in and bury it but now something else was on Quaestor Valdemar's mind which seemed far more important than the corpse.

"Bismuth?" They stated louder, firmer, this time before snapping their head in the direction of the lantern that now lay abandoned in the grass. They sneered at the object like it was offensive to their very being…they let their guard down for the slightest of moments and that was apparently just enough. They didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what had happened.

Their hands were freezing cold as they held her tightly, hands gripping and grasping at her like they'd tear the skin right off her body at any time. Bismuth was in a frenzy, kicking wildly even if none of them seemed to make any actual contact as if she was kicking nothing but air, as if no one was really there but they had to be…their hold was starting to get awfully painful. Tears were leaking from Bismuth's eyes as she looked up at the various faces. The spirits, which she could now see even if she wished she couldn't, had black eyes but nothing like hers which were laced in anguish, their eyes were soulless, empty, and devoid of any purpose or care for her. They wrestled her on the ground as if trying to drag her down to Hell with them.

'Flesh.'

One of their voices stated, eery and chilling to the ear. Raspy and hungry as a hand slid down her warm cheeks, wiping at Bismuth's tears even if more took their place. She snapped her head away, turning it to try and avoid the touch but another, different hand roughly grabbed her chin and turned her back.

'Such…warm skin.'

Another voice echoed, it was hard to tell who it came from but the spirits faces which had previously been devoid of emotions turned into slow, knowing grins. Their teeth were wicked and the lines on their faces seemed abnormal, inhumane, and Bismuth gagged on puke which had built in her. They didn't seem to care, if she choked on her own bile then surely they could take her flesh a lot sooner after she died and proceed to drag her soul into the afterlife with them. They seemed to collectively communicate this between themselves as their grins grew even wider. There were quite a number of them, fifteen or so and counting as spirits seem to curiously leave their graves to see what the ruckus was all about.

It wasn't often that a human like her, or a human of any case, came through this graveyard and being victims of the plague only gave the spirits reasons to have a vendetta. Quaestor Valdemar had been their deaths and for many long years their spirits have been contained in this area where magic of the Quaestor held them in place. However, when the Quaestor approached today and with a cute little human with them at their hip, the spirits decided the best case of repayment for their internal suffering was to take from the lead physician themselves. Which is why when their guard was at its lowest they took her and dragged Bismuth further into the graveyard like a human rag doll.

Bismuth continued to squirm and wrestle them, her clothes getting dirty as she kicked up grass and dirt in her fight. Her clothes were wet with mud. Eventually a cold hand clasped around her ankle making her gasp as one of her last attempts to get away from these people, these creatures,…was taken from her. Hands already held down her wrist against the freezing ground as a spirit sat on her chest, a lady with long inky black hair…much too similar to Bismuth's.

'Lets take her…'

'Drag her back to hell with us…'

'Feed off her flesh and bones…'

'Savor her warm blood…'

The voices spoke as if they were circling and this time Bismuth was permitted to hear the conversation and when she did her eyes widened in absolute fear. They wanted to feed off her, consume her as if she was…prey.

The ghostly woman above Bismuth leaned down, long sharp nails digging deep into Bismuth's wrist, hard enough to make them bleed. Bismuth cried in pain under the hold but the woman continued, leaning close until she slid her tongue out. It was long, gray in color, Bismuth looked at her in wary and when the woman slowly trailed that cold tongue over Bismuth's tear stained cheek the living woman croaked under the hand over her mouth. More tears fell, the woman was tasting her and as much as she wanted to fight and run Bismuth couldn't do anything but stay glued to the ground under their surprising strength. She couldn't even move her hands to perform any form of magic that could save her.

Her thoughts went to Valdemar. She wondered where they were, if they were still laughing at the gravesite even. Her heart twisted in her chest, she was sure they would have never found themselves in this situation. They were strong, something that she didn't see herself as at times and this was definitely one of those times. What if they…were embarrassed by her? If they could see her now, fighting uselessly against a bunch of ghosts with no luck would they laugh at her like they laughed at her joke? A cruel, chilling laugh as if they saw no use in her? This is probably why they didn't trust her enough to bring with them to this place before, this whole time she had been useless and nothing but a nuisance. Surely if she had never come they wouldn't have had to deal with her and could have finished a lot quicker.

And now, she was going to die. At the hands of Quaestor Valdemar's own victims who saught revenge.

Bismuth sobbed, she was scared. Her stomach hurt like it had never down before and when the ghostly woman above her bared her teeth as if to bite Bismuth squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

…Then, the sound of swishing wind filled the air like a whip. It took a moment for Bismuth to realize what happened until screeching cries filled the air and a firm hand grabbed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her back with a heave. She bounced a little at being pulled back, blinked heavily as those tears fell and she tried to make sense of what occurred. It was when she looked up, lifting her head from the ground, that her eyes widened in awe, heart leaping in her throat.

In front of her stood…the Quaestor. Their back was to her, tall and broad as they stood in front of her as if they were…protecting her. In their hand was a weapon, one she's never seen them with before now and her eyes sparkled just seeing it, just being in its presence. It was a scythe, a long beautiful scythe with an ancient looking skull holding the blade together to the staff. They twirled it in their hands with a form of grace she's never seen before with any else and the head of the blade twinkled in the moonlight.

"Bismuth…" Valdemar stated in a calm tone though their voice was also firm. She immediately jumped just hearing it.

That was all though from them as they twisting their right wrist, scythe practically glowing. She clutched her shirt with shaking hands, the screeching had dialed down into growling and snarling except for one spirit, the woman who sat on Bismuth, her head had been severed from her body, lying limp on the ground and slowly turning to dark ash. A few spirits had been cut down, bodies turning into ash, melting away in the wind. Bismuth's heart was racing in her ribcage far too much for her to even say anything without her voice shaking. It was fine though for Valdemar still wasn't done dealing with the rest of the now infuriated ghosts.

"I'll only say it once. Get back in your graves, now, and I won't have to destroy all of you." The Quaestor stated with an eerily smooth tone. A few spirits backed off and hesitated just hearing them, faltering at the weight that those words carried. They sounded a little…angry.

Were they angry for her?

'Tch! As if!' A spirit roared, a man with dark crunchy hair. He and a few others decided to try again and as they bomb rushed the Quaestor Valdemar who narrowed their gaze, sharp fuschia eyes zoned in on their opponents as they rushed forward, and with a reeled back swing they slashed at the incoming borage. The wind produced by the scythe time was enough to slash at the trees even beyond the graveyard. It was seeable too, the slash that is. It was bright, their magic being a vibrant emerald color with specks of lighter greens and onyx's. The trees that were slash fell to the ground with loud, destructive thuds and with them came more screeching as spirits who didn't listen to the Quaestor's words lost their heads much like those before them. The slash had even sliced through rows of graves, shattering them with the impact.

As their bodies crumbled and collapsed the few spirits who had a sense of mind trembled in fear, looking at the Quaestor who stood unyieldingly in front of the woman behind them, before scurrying like a bunch of roaches and rodents back into their graves.

Quaestor Valdemar stood in silence for a moment as Bismuth tried to get on her feet before turning to her. They could be heard taking in a long deep breath through their nose before slowly releasing it from their smooth lips before turning to the woman, scythe dissolving from their hands into inky black, gas like tendrils before disappearing altogether. Their gaze on her seemed unreadable, not like they were easy to read begin but over the time of working by their side even Bismuth had gotten to know some of their expressions. This one however…

She scramble to her feet, wincing at the feeling of the scratches that had come from being dragged and the forming bruises on her skin. Even so she stood, holding one of her arms now. She still had tears in her eyes and almost as if ashamed she slowly lowered her gaze, bangs sweeping over her eyes.

"Doctor…I'm…I'm…" she sniffled. She shouldn't have come with them. She had been nothing but a nuisance after all. She wanted to apologize and is her mouth quivered she opened her mouth to officially get it out but the feeling of arms enclosing her made her jump and jerk into silence. Her mouth lightly fell open and her eyes had blown wide open as the moon shined down on them.

They were hugging her.

Shock rushed through her body.

"Don't." They started, arms hugging her even closer. She's never touched them before, sure they hovered over her at times and lingered closely but never once have they ever…held her. Never once had she even been this close to them, close enough to take in that sweet scent, enough to touch their pristine clothing, or enough to feel the light warmth that radiated from them. Her fingers twitched, carefully moving up to wrap around them too. A part of her feared reciprocating but surely this meant it was allowed though right? Surely she could have this from them.

"I'm glad you weren't hurt too badly. I let my guard down and just like that you were taken from me. Taken from my side. I must still have work to do when it comes to keeping you safe." They hummed against her, breath lightly tickling her neck making her shiver softly, a blush coloring her cheeks as she bit her lip. Her heart hurt, the tone in their voice sounded hopeless, grateful but analytical. It sounded like they were blaming themself for everything that had happened.

Before Bismuth had noticed she had started to shed tears, for some reason she felt lighter and Valdemar's scent and the hand rubbing soothing circles in her back didn't help calm her sobbing. She felt many things suddenly; relief, sadness, confusion and something much more fluffy.

Admiration.

She couldn't immediately understand what they were doing or why but she didn't mind. She would never mind something like this and from someone like them specifically. She almost tightened her hold when she felt them slowly pulling away but she restrained herself. They moved their hands to her shoulders and gave them a little squeeze.

"Let's get back to the palace, I'll check over you and look over your wounds." They hummed, right hand moving to caress her cheek, wiping at a few tears before lightly cupping her cheeks and tilting it to look a little closer at her. They seemed rather occupied for someone who said they'd check it later, were they actually worried? Even with her blushing hot cheeks she stayed still as they hovered close to her face. She squeezed her eyes shut, hands on their biceps. A chuckle eventually left their lips, filling the night air. Next thing Bismuth knew there was a soft pair of lips against her cheek. She blinked in confusion before her face exploded in a bright crimson color.

"At least they didn't scruff up this little face of yours too badly. Come on, let's go." They spoke, tone going from lightly joyous to a more professional one once more but even so Bismuth could have sworn their face had also grown a bit dark in hue. She slapped her hand over her cheek and sputtered, officially at a loss for words.

"You! Huh?! Oh God…" She concluded in defeat. Her face was so flushed as she followed them. It was like she immediately had forgotten what had previously occurred to her. They had…kissed her! Her heart was practically running laps in her chest so fast that she had to reach a hand up and grip her shirt. She had never thought they'd do such a thing, did that mean they felt something for her like she had for them for so long now? Is that why she caught them staring at her at times or seemingly overprotective with her, even a bit clingy at times? She didn't mind those times with them was this proof?

She sure hoped it was.

She opened her mouth to say something about it after a while of walking with them. They had made their way back to the grave, the body was gone now in the dirt, buried beneath the earth and next to the gravestone was the lantern. Valdemar grabbed it before they continued the walk, leading Bismuth back to the fence.

"Um…Quaestor?" She started softly as they walked the trail.

"Valdemar is fine." They replied with no issue. Bismuth nodded.

"Alright but…I'm just…a little confused. I don't want to assume but…back there you…" she squeezed out, Valdemar could probably see her tapping for pointer fingers together like a shy child. They lifted a brow, glancing down at her at their side before laughing a little, now looking at her fully again as they made their way back to the palace.

"Can't even wait for us to get back to safety before you ask those things?" They inquired, tone lightly teasing as they looked away once more. "It's been a long time since I've felt for someone as I do with you. That's what you were going to ask right? Well, I thought it'd be the best way to show you how I felt, maybe I got caught up in the moment as well." They explained and Bismuth fell into silence, eyes wide, and heart stunned. Were they really just confessing to her?

"Was I wrong to do so? I read that maybe people liked to use cheek kisses for those they like, would you prefer a different one?" They hummed, a grin on their lips but yes their cheeks were bright as well, a little blush of their own. They had read up on something like that just for her? She needed to know more but even then it felt like her heart would explode out her chest at any moment. How long have they felt this way for her? What books had they read? What ideas did they have for different kisses?

Bismuth was a mess, if she could tuck her face into her shirt for a moment she probably would.

"I've liked you for so long…" she whispers and Valdemar hums.

"And the feeling is mutual, so let's talk about it when we get back. We can discuss whatever you'd like and I'll answer with honesty to each one. " They promised and from there Bismuth nodded, butterflies practically bubbling up her throat as they eventually exited the woods.

"Okay." She agreed softly.

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needybabytrashbeans · 3 years ago

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Thank you @zqueenwarrior and everyone who got me to 50 reblogs!

Valdemar x GN!Reader + Note

Alright so I'm bored so I'll be writing little snippets of things I think about. No, I'm not taking requests. Ask are open but this account is still for commissions this is just me breaking these same rules just a little bit in order to not be bored.

Anyway, I'm taking precautions so IF YOU ARE UNDER 18+ OR DONT HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. That means in any situation too. If you reblog and don't have an age in your bio I will know, same for if you simply like. Bonus points if you reblog without tagging me which I wish more of you would listen to when a writer tells you to.. This isn't my first warning but hopefully it's my last.

Scenario: As Valdemar's lover you offer to help them during the heating cycle because yes, here's another post on Val in heat since I'm obsessed uwu. (Might write them as a sub if I do anymore)

Includes: Overstimulation, breeding kink, biting, slight choking, tentacle, dirty talk, feminine organs, they/them pronouns

Valdemar in heat is so interesting. It's not like they push you to fuck, no, if anything they try keeping a distance from you simply because of their situation.

When you find out the issue is that Quaestor Valdemar is in heat you approach them because how come they hadn't told you?

The conversation is short, they explain all too quickly what it is and what's wrong with them but you almost seem to stand there like your confused.

They hadn't had a partners in who knows how long and now they were trying to resist you, for your own safety. Not on your watch.

You persist that you can help. You can relieve them from the heat and Valdemar practically twitches in their shoes because though they don't want to hurt you you're practically begging to have them use you.

Now with your head pressed against the desk in their office you shake violently and let out a broken cry as another orgasm is taken from you, coating your thighs and their cock with more of your mixed fluids.

Their phallus is heavy, hot, and slimy.. wiggling deep in your womb and so deep that you arch, eyes rolling to the back of your head as they growl, leaning down and kissing your hot throat.

'That's right my dear, take it.. take all of it.. you were practically asking me to fuck you..oh yes.." they groaned and it's literally the hottest thing you've ever heard.

You're soaking wet, with each sloppy thrust you find a pitiful moan to fall from your sweet lips and when they leaned down against you back to give your neck so well deserved bites and sucks you shake all over as the tendril sinks deeper inside you and into your belly.

What number orgasm were you on by now? You had lost count.

Though the burning in your belly tells you there's another orgasm coming and fuck it's hurts but then again it feels so fucking good and you almost feel bad for how hard your gripping the desk.

There's another orgasm, their hands moving down to grip heavily on your waist, holding you so tightly against them as their phallus squirms and twitches inside of you before they blow their heavy load with a heated growl.

Your convulsing, the orgasm that ripped from you this time back you reaching back to press weakly against their thigh but they simply pressed in deeper and you cried out.

There was nothing but panting for a moment as you two tried to gather yourselves. You were so sensitive that your body was still shaking.

Valdemar pulled back a little before turning you over smoothly so you could look back at to your lover and they leaned down to kiss you which was loving, so soft and warm until they began thrusting again, holding your shaky legs open leaving you to submit as their hips slammed back into yours leaving you breathless.

"Once more dear.." the panted as they looked down at your ruined face, the messy hair, the teary eyes, the flushed cheeks.. then there were those puffy wet lips wrapped around there pulsing member and they groaned. "I'm..sorry, I have to keep going.. you feel so good..so wet.." they hiss with each powerful thrust

It's over, then again you had happily offered your assistance. They were your partner, who would you be if you didn't offer yourself up. Then again hopefully you were fine with not working for the next couple of days..

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needybabytrashbeans · 3 years ago

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Includes: Yandere ish themes, non con, con non con, stalking, slight blood and gore, overstimulation, breeding, heat cycles/ruts, biting/marking, Dom/Sub, Praise Kink, Impact Play, Multiple orgasms

Fandom: Arknights (Game)

Commissioned by: Anon

Word Count: 14, 332

Thank you for commissioning! Hope you enjoy! ^^

"We won!" Cried Jeremiah, one of the newest recruits, and the team cheers as a response after a few moments of hesitant silence. Victorious battle cries ringing through the air as the team finally acknowledges their victory. The battle had lasted for hours and their leader, Doctor, had to admit he had begun to grow worried, the outcome of the fight did fall on him in the end after all. If they didn't win this the team would reflect back on him, and while at the beginning of all this he wouldn't have cared about such a thing, now things were different..

The man panted heavily, gathering his breath as he took his time to look over the lively group. Sweat rolled down his cheeks and his breath came out in heavy puffs as he collected himself before a light grin started to form on his face. No real damage had been done, only a couple people being injured from what he could see and that being Melantha, one of their swordswomen, and Thirst. Doctor's most trusted defenders.. At least that's what he seemed to consider him. Though, maybe he shouldn't have been so greedy this time..

Without much thought he was found rushing over to the man who currently sat on the battlefield, leaning against his shield in order to rest. He had a few cuts and bruises on him but the most damaging part had been his arm which had been shot at by the enemy's drone. Blood drooled from the open, fleshy wound clearly in need of immediate care, a purplish hue beginning to form around the opening. Doctor came to his side and naturally pressed his hands against the wound to help with the bleeding for a moment while Hibiscus rushed to deal with Melantha who laid on the field, surrounded by some of the others who worriedly looked over her bruised and battered form. Doctor sighed a little upon seeing the small girl.. long ears twitching down in an irked fashion. What could he have done? He had even ordered her to stay in her position and she hadn't listened.

Doctor shook his head a little with a light furrowing of his brows before turning his head back to the man before him with that short grin.

"Operater! Good job soldier. Is there anything you can't do?" Doctor praised as the man tossed his head up from looking at the ground and his lap to look at the other almost as if surprised to have him beside him so suddenly. Though he didn't seem like he'd argue. His voice came out in a bit of a dull muffle to him but nonetheless Thirst seemed to understand him even with the ringing in his ears. He opened his mouth to respond but a moment later the last enemy plane, which flew overhead with various spots that produced sparkling flames and trails of dark smog, came crashing to the ground a couple meters away from them. A burst of air followed after the violent crash and washed over the group in a mix of humid and hot midday winds. It was refreshing, washing over them like cool water through a riverbank, reminding them of the win they just received. Doctor could particularly remember the scents that hit his nose in the blast, loud and overwhelmingly stimulating. He loved it. The taste, smell, and view of war.

"Couldn't have done it without you. Another job well done, right Doctor?.." Thirst coughed into his own praise and even with him lightly beating himself up over leading the other into injury, Doctor smiled anyway. He liked hearing them praise him for leading them so well but there was something special about it when it came from this man in particular. A low purr rumbled in his chest though overshadowed by background chatter. "Right." Doctor confirmed with a short nod as blood colored his digits which drew back his attention.. The liquid was beginning to run down the Captain's wrists by this point. He perked and maybe a part of him thought about examining that crimson liquid but instead he turned his head back to the group in a hurry.

"Hibiscus!" Doctor crowed. A bit of irritation sinking into his tone because of the wait, the woman perked, freezing at the tone midway into getting back to her feet. She had just finished dealing with their only other heavily injured crewmate and soon after the woman had been rushing towards them on clumsy legs.

"Coming Doctor!" Cried the woman in a shrill voice and the dark haired male let out a little huff when she rushed to their sides, settling on her knees with them. Doctor removed his hands slowly upon her leaning in to look at the damage and then she reached out to touch the defender. Thirst screwed his mouth shut with a noticeable grunt that made Doctor look at him with slight worry, maybe a little annoyance at the woman as well but then there was another feeling, some warm and fuzzy that came after hearing the sound.

Doctor's ear twitched at it, subtle and light as a pink flush rushed over his features.

'Damn it..' he thought to himself a moment later as if scolding himself for his misbehavior, shaking the feeling away just for now. Blush fading away just as quickly as it had showed up.

A glow sprouted over the man's arm as Hibiscus came up with his diagnosis. A pale but bright light coloring the wound as flesh began to push and pulse, using her ability to heal him with whatever remaining energy she had left. It really was a good thing they won this time, they were definitely in need of a well deserved break.

Thirst continued to bite his tongue through the piercing pain until finally the wound had pushed out a rounded bullet which tumbled to the ground before flesh started to lighten back into it's natural color before attempting to knit itself back together.

"He should be fine now, I've worked on removing the poison but he should rest. I'll be working on an antidote just in case it gets worse but that is why the skin began to change colors but with it now out, his body should have little to no struggle regulating itself after a couple days. Might be a bit drowsy till then." Hibiscus explained to the two of them, poking Thirst's cheek right after like a mom scolding a child. "Reeest… and I'm serious Operator. I know how much you like to not listen to this basic advice." She mouthed and repeatedly poked at Thirst's cheek until Thirst let out a single curt huff before turning his head from her as if he found something immediately better to focus his attention on. He was nodding a moment later and Doctor nodded in light agreement even if Hibiscus' proximity towards the other was beginning to bother him. Nothing he had to admit but if she grew any more comfortable touching him so wrecklessly like that he couldn't say he wouldn't be persuaded to 'deal' with her.

"Well if that's all.." he hummed in a calm manner as he moved to stand, catching both their attention while wiping his hands on his dark pants not minding the blood that stained the fabric."Let's head back. I could use a nap.." Doctor calmly stated, literally yawning into his hand. Some would question how he could stay so neutral after such gruesome battles but nothing was better than a nap after bloodshed. At least in his eyes. Plus anything to get back to base and rest his feet. They'd been running, crouching, crawling, and jumping all damn day so far…

Hibiscus almost too happily nodded as Thirst pushed himself up to his feet and with a simple hum and single wave from Doctor, Amelia, another one of the man's trusted soldiers, got to getting the troops gathered before trailing back to safety.

Hours later had passed since that time and dark, twinkling eyes went up and down observing the constant and lovely view before them.

198..199..200..

Doctor counted as the man went up and down, up and down, and then up again. 'Of course he's exercising right now...' The winged man thought to himself humorously while he patiently watched the man before him. Said man hadn't even noticed his presence which made these things easier for the shorter of the two. He huffed a little though, he really shouldn't be doing this. Watching him in these private moments like he's found himself doing. He knew he was in the wrong.. He'd even been counting, so persistently too, each time that chiseled body went down and came back up again, watching those muscles flex and twitch, taking in the almost perfect form. Oh and that plump figure that just seemed too squeezable.

Doctor shivered, no. Really he shouldn't be here, he'd admit. Anyone could leave their room and see him and yet he couldn't look away just yet. He couldn't fuck this up either though. Not after everything that had been going so well. As long as no one knew though it's like he was never even here.

"Shouldn't you be resting Operator?" Doctor finally called out a few minutes later as if he had only just caught the man. As if he hadn't been standing here the whole time, walking into the light with a short and friendly wave. Greeting the man like any normal comrade would.

Thirst paused in his movement for a moment, and then for a couple more before turning his gaze to the Doctor. His features were always so neutral but Doctor felt a flutter in his belly seeing the man crack just the faintest smile at him. Thirst took the time to stand up and Doctor leaned against the doorway.

"Doctor.." Thirst spoke almost in greeting and Doctor gave a charming, toothy grin to him.

"Really, I'm serious. You should be resting.. You're already so strong Thirst, working out isn't going to help your wound." Doctor sighed while moving a gloved hand to rub mindlessly at Thirst's bicep. 'Mindlessly', yes, definitely not sneaking a feel of those bulging muscles.. "How much stronger do you really need to be?" He hummed almost as if in thought. Thirst was just so big. Bigger than himself and Doctor found himself liking that a little too much. Thirst, bring rather meekish in nature, casted his gaze away as he thought of his response. "I know but I saw Hibiscus before coming.." He did, Doctor had seen it himself. "And she said it'd be fine just for a while. That and my old friend-" Thirst stated with a low tone but Doctor cut in almost immediately after. "That Artic fellow you talk so much about?" He asked innocently even though it took Doctor less than a second to acknowledge how annoyed even the mention of that particular man made him.

Thirst was a man who didn't have many friends upon entering the group but after a while he had formed small acquaintances. Counting Doctor of course, but Doctor had also wormed his way into knowing the man deeper than the others. Taking his time to sit and poke at the other until he was comfortable enough to tell him everything. And boy was Thirst just a little songbird~.

Not remembering anything from his own past made it easier to focus on everyone else and with all that time Doctor spent it.. learning this man. Studying him. Dissecting him.

He had talked to him many times, had stalked him for many more. He was proud of himself when he first got Thirst to accidentally spill the beans on his precious, little childhood friend thinking he could use him as a topic to getting even closer to the white haired man but eventually, and rather quickly, the Doctor found himself getting tired of this 'friend'.

Artic this, Artic that.. Thirst would ramble and sometimes Doctor found himself scoffing at the mention of the other before he could even stop himself.

'How could someone dead hold so much damn importance?!' He'd think bitterly. 'In a time period like there's as well?!' He damn near wished he never learned of him in the first place. What a waste really.. It's as if Thirst formed his whole life around the damned man..

In short words, Doctor was jealous. Very much so in fact. He didn't even have a reason to be such really, Thirst only cared for the team because they were that.. a team. Living in a damn apocalypse of sorts and needing to survive a deadly virus..It's not like he owned him or anything and Doctor had come to understand his job and took it seriously for the most part. Thirst being so strong is what made Doctor trust his skills and in return Thirst trusted him which made him feel better about it all and yet.. that continuous mention of that Artic guy always managed to set him off.

"Yes..I was thinking about him earlier." Thirst sighed lightly, chest falling and Doctor gave a reassuring and kind smile.

"I see, no need to explain. I know you must care a lot for him, sorry for the loss again." Doctor spoke. "I hope he's in a better place now." He added as his hand finally fell from the other's biceps but a bit reluctantly. He was so warm, how could he not want to keep touching him? What a liar he seemed to be though, if he was being honest he wouldn't care if that friend of his ended up in the deepest and hottest part of Hell. He honest to gods couldn't give less of a damn.

Thirst nodded lightly. "Thank you."

Doctor felt his heart flutter and foolishly let out a soft sigh. "Really you should rest though. I know we have Hibiscus but even our healers need rest too right?" The doctor repeated with a hum and Thirst breathed before giving a curt nod. "Yes sir. After oneode rep I'll get started on cleaning up here." Thirst answered as long white eyelashes dusted the smooth skin on his cheeks, white hairs lightly swaying over his eyes and oh, Doctor liked that.. He grinned at before turning away with a little too much pep in his step.

"Good boy." He purred on his way, praising the man for simply agreeing with him.

"Look, I can make a mean drink, how about we get us something. I'll go and invite the others. It'll be like a party or something. A celebration for the recent win." The smaller of the two offered as he turned on his heel to head back through the base's doors, ready to go fetch everyone. A second later Thirst spoke up.

"How about just us?" He asked, almost sounding quite sheepish. The shorter male halted, those two fluffy ears on Doctor's head twitched at the simple question and with his back facing the other he started to grin. Slowly but surely a sweet grin turned into a wicked smirk as a heated flow of energy rushed over him completely, and he purred.

He turned back right after and lifted a brow in mock confusion. "Oh is there something wrong? It wouldn't really be a party if it's just us you know?" The doctor asked and Thirst shook his head before taking a moment and using his shirt to wipe away the remaining sweat on his face. Now that, Doctor hadn't been expecting it, and almost as if on command he went frigid as a hot blush colored his features like a fire traveling over dry land. Bright and scarily fast. Long and soft ears pointing up in surprise. The worst part about it was that he hadn't even tried to look away.

Another rush of something, pulsed inside of the doctor as he watched with greedy eyes. Thirst really had such a tempting figure.. and Doctor was beginning to wonder if he knew that.. If not he wasn't scared to let him know.

He was coated in sweat, it ran down his chiseled body and while Doctor's eyes took note of each and every spec of the man there was one place in particular and that was that plump chest and waistline of his. Oh this was bad, he was already so hot.. Thirst's pants hung loosely on his hips and with ravenous eyes Doctor watched as a single trail of sweat traveled down his chest, down to his navel, and got lost in the thin white trim line.

Doctor forced himself to turn away from the man just as he was lowering his shirt once more.

"Ah, well Amiya said she'd be busy with Doberman. Noir stated he didn't want to be bothered and Malantha's still in the nursery healing from her wounds." Thirst finally responded with a stoic tone, the whole exchange had only been for a couple seconds. Doctor would have commented right back had it not been for a couple things.

The first being that his body felt like it was on fire. He knew why, it happens to everyone at some point, more so thanks to his species, but he hadn't expected for it to be so strong this time.. so demanding too. The second being the names that were stated, no not the names themselves but the fact that they had been mentioned at a time like this at all. Doctor's natural response was to let out a low growl, he was just a little ticked was all. Doctor must've been so distracted for the last couple weeks that he hadn't acknowledged the potential threats that lied within his plans.

"So we can go alone. You should relax too, Doctor." Thirst added with that low almost mothering tone of his and for a moment Doctor found a moment of clarity in a sea of brief fogginess. That heat that flooded him just moments ago receding now as he collected himself. His anger even disintegrated just like that. Get it together..

"Ha, you're right." He sighed lightly. "I was planning to get everyone together since the new recruites made it out this time and all, but they do seem rather busy with their own things.." He continued as if thinking out loud to himself. "If you're really down to go with just me then I'll see you at the bar. Also, shower." He added while looking back at him and giving him a once over. "I'll see you at nine correct?" He chuckled right after and Thirst gifted a fond smile to the other that could make Doctor simply melt all over. They nodded on it, setting the agreement in place before Doctor absently waved his hand at the other as he proceeded to dismiss himself and Thirst waved after him.

Now heels clicked with each retreating step he made. His cheeks were still a little pink as he stepped past the doors that led out of the training rooms. Gods.. he was so flustered. Him and Thirst? Alone? Doctor couldn't say he wasn't excited.

He could still feel it, that light sizzling building in his gut.

Doctor began to lead himself back to his room and once there he took the time to close his door for privacy even if some of the operators didn't care enough to respect that. Everyone but who the one Doctor wished for..

He huffed. Sometimes he wondered where all of this came from. There was a period where he found being around people was nothing but insufferable. He had been introduced to this group who so desperately relied on him and he had went along with it even with the innate feeling of not caring, the world had gone to shit and the people with it. He was bored, if anything but it's not like he had to be nice and or a social butterfly to find some relief. It was only after Thirst had shown up where his mood began to switch.

Curiosity came first. First a simple examination, inspecting the defender to see what he was all about and then that went into a more childlike wonder. Thirst, such a strong and broad face..He didn't say much and yet Doctor had already been so intrigued. Maybe it was the fact of seeing a new face in the group at the time but even Doctor didn't know for sure and he still didn't.

A light sigh left his lips at the moving thoughts in his head. He had grown used to the feelings inside of him but Doctor would be a bigger liar than he already was if he said he didn't feel just a little nervous. A night with the operator? It could either go very right or very wrong.

His body and thoughts had progressively been growing stranger. From the basic questions to heats where he'd felt like he was burning all over, so sudden it'd practically knock the wind out of him.

Doctor turned away from the door and then moved his hands, relatively small to most but veiny and nimble, down the grip the hem of his shirt. He then pulled it up leisurely to reveal smooth skin that hid underneath and carefully tugging until his wings had been freed. Once freed he was tossing the discarded shirt to the side with not much of a care.

He moved to fight with his pants, fingers pulling off the belt, his noticeable black painted nails shined just a little under the room lighting, bright eyes with long lashes looking up to the mirror that stood before him as he undressed.

Doctor was a short man, smaller than many. His skin was porcelain like, easy on the eyes and soft to the touch. A couple muscles could be seen on his lithe body, taunt abs moving under warm skin as he dropped his pants from his thighs down to his ankles. His boxers were nothing extraordinary, a plain jet black that interestingly enough went well with the color of his skin.

Now he stood in his glory, ears twitching a little, naturally as he stretched his body. Long fluffy feathers filling the air around him as he reached for the sky with a long groan.

"Fuuuuck.." He hissed in the quiet air of his room, the sound of his muscles popping with each twist and turn he made. After a moment he dropped his arms, sagging with the distant feeling of refreshment as his eyes fluttered close for just a moment. "Shower.." he grumbled to himself a second later as if trying to convince himself before opening those eyes of his again. He could really take a nap right about now and he wasn't afraid to admit that he needed it. The group had done so much running and fighting today that even now he could smell his own musk embarrassingly enough. He wanted to nap but it would definitely be better to shower first..

Doctor soon stepped out of those pants and tossed them in a hamper with his shirt. He'd have to check and see who was down for laundry duty today but for now it could wait. His room didn't consist of much outside of the regular; files and paperwork which sat in a dutiful pile on a nearby desk, a few personal gadgets and toys that he played with when time seemed more on his side. A few plants occupied the room, his bed that was rather messy but it wasn't like Doctor was known for keeping tidy, and last but not least a crate sat next to his bed. His floor consisted of crumbled pieces of trash but he stepped over them easily, as if they were just rocks in his way, making his way right to the bathroom.

Once there and inside he approached the shower, his soft and fluffy tail bobbing behind him as he walked over and soon stooped down to turn the water on. His face seemed rather unreadable now, Doctor was a rather charming and childlike man when with the group after being with them all for such a long time but when he was alone he always reverted back to the quiet and thoughtful state of his.

Dark eyes watched as a single pale hand reach out to the running water, droplets collecting in his palm. Warm, the warmest it's been all week. He pulled away a moment later and went ahead to pull his boxers down and tossed them aside. Now that he was naked he climbed in, his phallus swung between those soft thighs as he did so and once under the water he practically cooed. The spraying water felt cold on contact but soon it washed over him like a cuddly embrace. It started by running down his dark ears and hair, leading to his neck and down his chest and back. His wings fluttered at the feel of the water running over his shoulder blades and his tail began to wiggle on its own as water ran down the clef of his bum.

He looked like a living piece of art standing there as fog began to flood the room, already clouding up the mirror outside the curtains. He tilted his head up, letting out a light sigh as water rushed down his form. It was damn near impossible not to fall back into his own thoughts again, with nothing but the sound of water around him it was easy to get distracted. He hadn't wanted to admit it, even to himself, that his thoughts with Thirst were growing like a plague. A sickness. And he knew it was wrong and yet he couldn't stop himself.

He couldn't help but take advantage whenever an opportunity was presented before him and it seemed as though the gods had been smiling down on him recently. Handing him opportunity after opportunity. A part of him wondered what his comrades would think of his actions but he refused to get into it. His eyes, which had been closed slowly drifted open again and he stared ahead at the wet shower wall in front of him before soon fluttering shut once again. He never would have expected to get a chance with the man, in all honesty he was rather nervous. He'd be alone with him and so close too.. His brows furrowed, a tingling sensation forming in the pit of his belly. First a numbing feel before it became sizzling. He huffed, even the thought of Thirst stirred him up but he'd had to keep it together.

He took the time to collect his thoughts once more before actually bathing himself all over with soap and that running water, making sure he was all clean before eventually getting out again quite some time later.

Once he was done he stepped out on the mat outside to the tub; water drizzled down his body, running over smooth skin before soaking into the carpet beneath his feet. He hummed, a feeling of content surging through him now that he was thoroughly cleaned. Doctor's hair stuck to his skin in lazy curls, his wings sagged as water fell from them, and the fur of his ears and tail stood damp before he moved over to the sink and picked up a towel there, taking his time drying himself.

Starting at his face, his dark eyes fell shut as he whipped himself clean, moving over those handsome features of his with ease. Then came his top, the fluffiness of the towel rolled over his throat, the flushed skin of his shoulders, and his lean chest. His pink nipples stood in the cool air of the room as he carried on moving down to the dip between his legs.

His cock laid soft against his thighs, black, short hairs exposed freely at his v-line… He was beautifully shaven down there. He pressed the towel over his thighs with a light hum as if moving on autopilot, lost in thought. His ass was soft and cutely plump and when he went to dry it he gave it a playful and pleasant squeeze as if acknowledging it's feel. Even he had to admit it was a nice ass.

Really Doctor was soft all over, small and fluffy like and yet there had been many things he's done that showed how strong he was. Those thighs of his held dips and curves, mock muscles that flexed as he moved.

He was a perfect blend, many would say, of a cute, innocent, little rabbit.

Wiping down his back and running the towel over his lower half once more before gathering it in his arms, that and the pair of boxers he had tossed on the floor earlier, lazily tossing them in the hamper with everything else. His soft feet padded against carpet flooring as he made his way over to the bed. Dark eyes looked at the clock that sat on the nightstand.

18: 38 P.M , it read and Doctor hummed before climbing on top of his bed and then proceeding to flop and flop down on the soft matting. A long sigh left him now that he laid on his bed, he was snark naked, didn't even bother to cloth himself at the moment. Too tired, he thought to himself. He'd get dressed later. He slept naked often anyway, when he wanted to of course. Doctor wasn't a shy man and he seemed rather comfortable in his body.

The soft blankets under him were messy but soft, like a nest one could say. The warmth lured him in quietly as the silence of the room gave him another chance to think to himself. He finally could lay down, rest for a moment and gather his thoughts.

His eyes slid shut easily as his wings stretched under him, smoothing out some of the blanket under him so he could lay more comfortably. He has at least three hours to get some sleep in. It didn't take long for him to fall into his short slumber.

At first there was nothing, just the inky blackness that everyone sees upon closing their eyes. Doctor enjoyed the silence, he thought to himself. The darkness soon started to play patterns by this time Doctor was fully asleep, anything else around him falling on deaf ears. 'Sleep body and awake mind', some would call this stage.

A smudge of a peachy color, then a hot pink of sorts, and soon an image came to him.

First, a constant sway of pure pristine hair. Then, there were long eyelashes that dusted rosy cheeks. Confusion, came and went before there were lips, that had been added to the picture. Lips that wrapped around an excited and throbbing cock, his cock, as he soon came to realize such a buzzing sensation ran over his spirit. Sensations took over him as soon as sounds came in, it was wet and tight, sucking him in deep. A talented little tongue peaking out to rub along that sensitive vein and Doctor, or what Doctor assumed was his point of view in this dream, gasped. His hand, which he just noticed had laced tightly in those silky, white strands had tightened and as a response that pretty mouth released a wanton moan. Doctor was so hot, he couldn't even comprehend why he was having this dream right now but he easily found himself submitting to the experience. He could feel everything in a strange, mystical way; the sopping wetness that trailed down and coated his excited prick and the hand that joined in. The stark pressure that surrounded his base. He could even feel the breath of the other against his wet skin.

It was then that Doctor realized he hadn't seen the face of this mystery person yet, just their features. He tried thinking but he also couldn't resist audibly growling as that talented tongue slid over a thick and sensitive vien, he could feel it coming. Boiling in his belly as a large hand trailed up to squeeze his thigh to somewhat keep him still and leaving him breathless. And then, bright eyes were opening and he almost missed it in the heat of this precious moment as the edges of his vision blurred. Bright, fuschia eyes looked back into his own crimson ones and for a moment everything burst into a series of colors and shapes.

When he had awoke the room seemed darker. It took a second but soon Doctor took the time to take in his surroundings. He groggily took in the dimming of the room first and then the heavy warmth that seemed settled between his legs. Slowly he sat up with a low groan only to see his standing sex. It greeted him with a flushed head and thick veins, even a glob of precum that was beginning to drip from the slit.

There was silence..and then the Doctor was blushing, embarrassed. He had managed to have a dream like that at a time like this?! He hadn't had dreams like that since he was young, what was he some rowdy teenager?... He moved a hand to rub at his temples with a grumble before pushing himself to get up from the bed. He took the time to look at the clock.

Now it read 20: 14 P.M..

"Damn it, this is exactly what I was talking about you know..." He sighed to himself before moving a hand to wrap soft fingers around his cock. One pump to it and he shuddered. Really his body seemed to have the worst timing, he only had an hour to get ready and he had to deal with this? He huffed, before standing there for a moment as if thinking and then grudgingly shuffling over to his bathroom.

He came back maybe thirty or so minutes later with a sigh. Whether he relieved him or simply willed it away, no one but him would know. He had fought himself not to think too deeply on that dream of his, he'd have time for it later he told himself. Though maybe he did find himself remembering those strikingly beautiful eyes.

Soon he was standing next to a drawer, pulling a snugly fitted tank top on, careful of his animalistic features as he pulled the fabric over his silky ears and soft wings. Next he fished for a pair of boxers, or any type of undergarments seeing just how badly he needed to wash his clothes... Once found, Doctor pulled them out and examined them. The fabric was a dark, starry purple; he gave a single nod before bending down, one foot and then the other before he could pull them up his smooth hips.

Another low hum and he glanced at the mirror, taking himself in, thinking of what he should do next. Something casual should be fine right? Not that he had too many clothes to show off in anyway… Doctor pondered, carefully twisting and turning in the mirror, classifying which angles of his were good and bad before it came to him. Something as simple as a blouse and some black fitted pants.

He rushed to find them remembering that he was in fact on a time schedule before coming back with his items and a few extras as well. The blouse that had frills around the cuffs of each wrist and around the neck, the pants that had three buttons and hugged his figure just nicely, a crimson red collar and earrings, and even a thigh satchel.

A part of him shook his head, so much for a casual look, huh? Oh well, he thought right after. He wasn't here to impress anyone in particular he just liked to look tidy. At least that's what he was telling himself.

He quickly got dressed and once done gave himself one last once over in his full body mirror. The onyx colored blouse hung loosely on his frame, frills matching the gracefulness that his wings held and those dark, skin fitted jeans hugged his hips. His earrings twinkled in the lighting of the room and he fingered his collar until it felt just right before breathing in deeply and then exhaling. Calming himself as best as possible before turning to look at the clock once more and reading 20: 58 P.M. He perked suddenly, cursing himself for taking so much time before checking over himself once and immediately rushing out of his room with a simple flick of the lights and locking it behind him right after.

The halls of the base were lit up by bright luminous lights above, well at least a few, only lights that made sense for this time of day. Doctor's heels clicked against the floor with each step he took to get to his destination. Face rather neutral though his heart was hammering, bat shit crazy, in his chest.

He was nervous, so fucking nervous. It both made him giddy and sick to his stomach.

It didn't take long at all to get to the base's bar hall but Doctor might've purposely taken his time. Just to be a little extra late, he didn't want to seem too excited to the other over something so trivial. They were only coming to drink and have fun, he didn't need to actively show how eager he was.

Soon large doors came into view and with neatly manicured hands, Doctor pushed them open to find the dark room which splayed various soft, colorful lights. They trailed over the walls as music played in the background though a lot quieter than it could be. It made sense, it was only just the two of them tonight. He stepped in, letting the doors slowly fall closed behind him as he looked around. The nest-like comforter that sat at the side of the room layered in pillows, blankets, and anything else soft and fluffy. What could they say, who didn't enjoy a nice, comfy place to relax after getting drunk? They had agreed on it some time back. The only other thing being the open crate of utilities that sat at the bedside.

"Welcome Doctor," A low and warm voice greeted out of the blue and Doctor curiously turned his attention to the bar which sat in better lighting than the rest of the room. Alcohol lined the walls as Thirst stood in between, standing with a light smile and a bottle already in hand.

"Glad to see you actually came. Did something come up?" Thirst hummed and it almost seemed as if he was teasing the other. Doctor lifted a brow at that as a smile of his own settled on his features, warmth surrounding him upon just being around the other.

"No," Doctor huffed out with a little laugh. "Just lost track of time, crazy, I know." Doctor chuckled, adding to the surprisingly easy and playful air before walking over to the other.

"Hm.. You look really nice." Came Thirst's sudden reply while turning his back to the other and for a moment it got quiet. Doctor's immediate reaction being to freeze before subconsciously pleading for himself not to get flustered as a pleasant heat washed over him. He told himself that it was just a compliment, many experiences like these happen, and yet he still felt warm. Thirst could be seen from the counter dressed in fitted turtleneck that actually hid everything while not hiding anything at all. The fact that they were sleeveless, revealing toned muscles, didn't help. He tried not to be so obvious in his staring, eyes glancing down but only to catch on lush round hips wrapped in camo. Doctor felt himself shifting in his shoes.

"You look lovely as well, move it," Doctor huffed out a little laugh again to play it off as Thirst gave a little smile. If Thirst did sense Doctor's nerves he either didn't care or didn't sense them at all.

As Doctor approached Thirst curiously went from looking at the man to looking over the many varieties of alcohol and back to him. Wines, beers, cocktails, many things and Doctor found himself wanting to sigh lovingly at the view. Thirst being there as well being an extra plus.. The platinum haired man turned his head to look at the smaller once more and stepped aside as he grew closer. Doctor moved to stand next to him, catching a whiff of what he assumed was the other's scent. A light but sweet fragrance with something a little rougher, earthier. Comforting, like the sways of grass blades in a while open field.

"I did say that I'd make em right? Take a seat, I'll even surprise you I bet." Doctor spoke, encouraging the other to place himself in one of the many stools and Thirst did so without complaint. Turning that large body and moving around the isle before placing those round hips in a seat. Doctor only watched for a second, turning his attention back to the various liquids before them. He then moved to plunk a few and with a moment of reading their titles he nodded in light triumph. He proceeded to pull out some glasses from beneath the counter as Thirst patiently waited though it did seem like the other was keeping quite a watch on him.

Doctor could feel it, if he wasn't mistaken it almost seemed as that the atmosphere shifted for a moment. Only a brief one. Another shiver racked in his body but he wouldn't say anything.

"I didn't think you'd be into this." Thirst suddenly spoke in the low voice and Doctor's ear twitched immediately upon hearing it. There was clearly confusion that crossed over his features before Thirst casted those bright eyes down to the set up before them and then it was clicking. Doctor chuckled carefreely, shrugging.

"And I didn't think you'd be much of a drinker yourself and yet, here we are. I spent a few years in the service industry." He hummed and Thirst lightly chuckled in response this time. "Interesting, fair enough. I'm a little curious about that." He replied. It really was strange at times to see the other like this, Thirst had seemed so unapproachable by many of the crew at first but even with Doctor being slightly irritated by the amount of people that talked to Thirst he had to admit he liked seeing the other smile and communicate with him like this. Even if it was just a little. Doctor allowed himself to flush a bit.

They talked the whole time as his hands quickly got busy and with intricate hands and expertise focus it didn't take long to get a whole set up ready. Three glasses for each of them to start them off, all different flavors and colors, swirling in the glasses just waiting to be consumed. Doctor's tail bounced happily as he scooted Thirst his glasses before walking around to find his own place in a seat right next to the other man.

He noticed that his body gave off quite a bit of heat as he sat close, the warm rays running over Doctor's smooth skin and even causing tingles in their wake. Doctor found it easy to admit that slowly but surely he was struggling to focus. Maybe he should've gotten checked out by Hibiscus earlier just like everyone else but then again there was nothing she could tell him that he already didn't know. The sound of soft slurping caught his ear and Doctor tilted his gaze up to the man beside him as he mindlessly held one of his glasses in his own hand. Swirling it without much thought.

Thirst tossed the glass back easily, Adam's apple bobbing from each swallow in the process and of course Doctor caught that detail. When the contents was gone Thirst lowered it back down with a like clink.

"Well?" Doctor asked with a lifted brow.

"Very tasty, which one was that again?" Thirst responded while looking down to the other male who grinned.

"Devil's Delight, at least that's what I called it. A lot of people prefer a tangy taste, any thoughts on that?" Doctor answered easily and Thirst nodded in understanding before turning his attention back to the other two glasses before him. Thirst hummed as if in thought, Doctor waited patiently as he took a sip from his own glass.

A cute fleshy tongue emerged from between Thirst's lips, tasting whatever has remained on them.

"Can't say that I don't like it myself though I do think something a little more bitter would suit me." Thirst explained and Doctor forced himself to listen. That little tongue slip had stunned him.

"Heavy drinker?" He breathed and Thirst shook his head with a light hum.

"I wouldn't say that at all, I just prefer to way it taste on the tongue." Thirst continued and Doctor wondered if he'd prefer a little something else on that tongue of his. Focus, he tried telling himself, scolding himself but even being near the other had his blood pressure rising. His scent, his form, Thirst was just…so pretty. Doctor tried his best to not stare but who would he be if he wasn't a little greedy. Thirst had the prettiest, rosy eyes he's ever seen. Doctor would stare into them for hours if he was sure the other would let him. Thirst also seemed rather bright even for how quiet he could be, that platinum hairs and willowy strands of perfect hair. Like an angel, a big, strong, and gorgeous angel.

Doctor's nose flexed briefly and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, brows furrowing. He had crossed a leg over the other, lightly pressing his thighs together as he held his head in one palm and his glass in another. He was hot… He tossed back the rest of his drink a second after, bringing the glass to his lips and chugging the contents of it.

Almost immediately a buzz started to form in his throat then expanding throughout his form in waves. The properties of the fusion sinking into his very being.

Thirst looked at him is awe, waiting till the other was done before speaking once more.

"You okay?" Came the small question though Doctor found himself hearing a little humor in the tone, not even thinking about the hand that was slowly reaching out to him until it found his thigh in a seemingly caring way. Doctor nearly leapt out his seat once he did, Thirst's large hand squeezing his thigh, rather high up as well. Suddenly that dream was coming back to him, actually now that he thought about it.. Thirst held quite a number of traits reminding him of that dream.

Scarily so…

"I'm.. fine. We came to talk right? Might as well go big or go home since we're the only ones celebrating tonight." He shrugged nonchalantly even though the feeling of Thirst now sliding that hand of his away from him made him hungry for more. Basic instincts, duh.. he continued to tell himself he could handle it. Thirst seemed to agree with his actions though, now taking hold of his next glass and bringing it over to the other. Doctor immediately recognized the gesture as an invitation to cheers from the beefy man who gave him a kind grin. He smiled a little in return, their glasses clinking together before the two of them raised their glasses and chugged them recklessly. Doctor's reasonings for such were most likely different from Thirst's. He could drink his thoughts away, he told himself.

Eventually, some time had passed, a couple hours or so maybe? Did it really matter?

Doctor was drunk off his ass before he had even the chance to correct it, his cheeks just pink enough to show it as well. Currently he slouched against that bed from earlier, leaning lazily against the headboard as the music in the back filled his ears, something slow and poppy. He couldn't really make out any lyrics at the moment but it was something calming in nature. Doctor went from leaning against the wall to laying on his side in mere moments, posed with a cheek in his palm and a leg bent up. He could see Thirst better from here now who currently had his back to him, bent over switching the song to another on the jukebox.

Changing the song to something slower but raunchy. Lecherous in nature if one was to ask him but maybe it was just him and him alone. Doctor watched with dark eyes, admiring the piece of art before him shamelessly. His body was burning. He didn't even try looking away when Thirst had turnt back to him.

Thirst turned with a strange, hypnotic grace for a man like himself, hairs bobbing at the movement before their eyes connected. A sharp sting shot down Doctor's spine as if on cue, lighting his whole body up as if a lightning bolt had struck him. His stomach tightening on impact and Thirst smiled, a warm and welcoming smile upon seeing the other man which didn't help at all with how needy Doctor was beginning to feel. Doctor took note that Thirst definitely looked a little different right now, a little looser, a weakened and lowered guard perhaps? Oh that made Doctor both more excited and anxious.. Something growled from within him, something natural, primal.

"Is that spot taken?" Thirst slurred while pointing over at the man and Doctor playfully rolled his eyes.

"Of course not silly, come sit." He spoke with a welcoming purr and before long Thirst had begun making his way over. Walking with a slight sway of the hips, Doctor noticed. He waited and then the man was climbing on top of the bedding with him, the bed sinking under the combined weight. Doctor's heart drummed in his chest as the other grew closer, and closer, and once he had finally settled next to him he paused. Thinking about what to do now.

It didn't take long for Thirst to get comfy while Doctor began to think, laying on his back loosely as the comforter seemed to swallow him. Luring him into relaxing while the other was distracted next to him. He blinked slowly as the music seemed to get drowned out and before he knew it his eyes had fluttered shut and his breathing had slowed enough to show such.

'Dammit.' Doctor thought to himself with a little huff, moving his hand to rub at his temples, fingers pinching the skin. He had to admit that the quietness was rather awkward even if Thirst didn't seem to mind. What were they supposed to do, or even talk about now? He racked his brain for ideas, falling into his thoughts but sadly each of those was either something unsavory or simple, useless mush. He thought and thought, growing slightly frustrated at his attempts and then there was a scent, something familiar after being around the other for so long now but also a little different. A sweet aroma that practically led his nose as if he was a dog being lured in by a bone.

He opened his eyes to find Thirst still, chest falling and rising every other second. He did say he was a light drinker but if so why had he already gone so hard? It's not like Doctor was someone he needed to impress… he even tried warning the other multiple times just for the horned man to insist. Doctor sighed, his mind was beginning to grow cloudy at this new fragrance. It was strong, so incredibly strong, plaguing his nostrils savagely… Doctor wondered if Thirst knew how much he smelled as he moved to nibble on his bottom lip.

He should get that checked out…

He couldn't stand it, he was right there, waiting for him like a gift from the gods. Doctor had done quite well today too, right? Saving his comrades and himself from meaningless death. He deserved a treat.

'Oh but I couldn't possibly,' he tried to tell himself.. Thirst was a kind man and a kind friend. He already had many fond memories of him. He couldn't imagine doing something to hurt him. He wouldn't ever forgive himself and yet, he found himself shuffling closer, unconsciously.

It would be okay if he just touched him right? Just for a little bit and he'd pull away. He'd leave him alone right after. Maybe would leave even for the night to let the other rest if he needed it so badly. Yes, he'd be good. He told himself as he nestled up to the other who, if minded, didn't seem to show it. Thirst was aggressively warm, Doctor could feel the heat even with the layers of clothing between them.

He should leave. Yes, maybe he should listen to that voice of reason at last. He should go. He tried to convince himself once more, however, even with that thinking something rumbled at him to keep going. And almost mindlessly the shorter of the two reached a hand out to caress the other's cheek as he hovered beside him with dark eyes.

Thirst had surprisingly soft and unblemished skin. Doctor's fingers moved to explore, soothingly running over his cheek before inching closer to his lips. He paused for a moment as Thirst stirred, turning his head to face the other. Doctor took in the view; those angelic strands of hair that perfectly fitted his face, those long eyelashes that rested against his skin, and those lips. Oh those lips. Doctor shuddered all over and without thought he ran his thumb over the other's bottom lip, parting them a little before pressing his thumb against the smooth surface.

"Gods.." Doctor breathed softly and he couldn't help how his cock twitched in his pants. That dream from earlier suddenly popped into his mind, hanging over him like a gift. Telling him that he could have it if he simply let go. Let go of what exactly? His sanity.. his morals as well and it seemed as though it was working and that was terrifying.

He had to leave. Doctor soon found himself scooting and turning away, moving to sitting up, carefully moving on the bed as best as he could in order not to wake the other in his sudden rush.

'That's it. At least I got to touch him.' He thought to himself as he now sat next to him. 'I should go.' He continued a second later, eyes closing briefly as he told himself to leave. He had to. He knew from this morning that spending this much time with the other would cause turmoil within himself, especially on a day like this, and yet he had continued to hover around the other. Stupidly so too, like a moth to a fucking flame, and now his body was reacting in ways that it definitely shouldn't.. hungry to get closer. Doctor moved to stand but then something within him chuckled at his attempt to be holy.

Don't you want a taste though?

It called out to him even if his mind was growing foggier and foggier as the seconds ticked by. No, no he didn't.

Just a little one?~

It proceeded to speak like a stranger would to a young child, holding an offering over said child and seeing if said child would take the bait. No! Doctor's body stilled on impact, frozen in its spot while heat creeped over his entire being.

Look at him. So…vulnerable. So easy for the taking.

It cooed and Doctor felt his hands balling into fists at his sides. He needed to control himself before he did something irreversible, something forbidden. But, he didn't, couldn't, move to leave.. Even if he knew he should. He's faced this voice many, many, times before and he had always ignored it the best he could before but now he very clearly struggled. He was actually losing against it this time.

Doctor stood still over the large comforter, in the dimly lit room as Thirst peacefully slept.

Who knows? If you don't someone else definitely will. They'll take him and use him when it could be you.

And just like that his mind went blank as if a switch had been flicked.

A pile of rope caught his attention in that open crate by the bedside seated next to them on the floor. You can do it. That dark tone encouraged him and Doctor slowly bent down to pick up the rope mindlessly. Gripping it tightly before standing once more. It was a thick rope, not one just anyone could break easily. The crew has used it for many things like climbing over enemy camps walls or pulling incredibly heavy things out of holes.

It felt good in his hands, heavy and firm.

His ear twitched at a subtle sound on the bedding. Thirst shuffled before landing on his stomach, arms moving up to support his head like that of a pillow and Doctor felt his breath hitch.

Do it.

The voice growled within him and Doctor failed to not listen, approaching like a dark mass, creeping over the other man until he was on the bed once more. He sat on his knees and with a little hum he carefully moved to sit on top of the other's back. His heart was pounding in his chest, practically getting ready to burst right out of his ribcage now that he had straddled the other. Thirst's back was just as lovely as his front but of course he'd have time to focus on that in a minute. He shuddered the moment their hips met, his front settling on top of pillowy hips. The thought of rutting against the other came to mind even with the layers of clothing separating them.

Doctor's jaw tightened as he looked down at the other. He had been so good hadn't he? He deserved this didn't he? His eyes ran over the other's back greedily, without shame now before looking back at the rope that he held tightly in his dainty hands.

He breathed before getting to work. One loop over the other, one careful movement after another. His hands were careful on Thirst as he tied the other's significantly bigger hands together behind his back, gentle as if he feared to hurt him though he admitted he found himself getting lost with the other. Caressing him, rubbing him, groping him.

Doctor had almost been done with the other when the man finally awoke once more in a drunken haze.

"Huh?" The bigger male started, clearly dazed. He moved to lift his head, most likely to look around and take in his surroundings, when Doctor leisurely leaned down, pressing completely against him with a low purr that sent shivers up and down the other's spine immediately on contact. Thirst struggled to fathom what was happening but he took a moment to think. He was on a soft surface, blankets ruffled at his side and there was a weight of his back. A warm and rumbling weight.

"Just in time dear, I was starting to worry a little." A voice, a very familiar voice spoke against his ear. His scrambled brain tried to focus and in the midst of doing so Thirst attempted to move his arm only to find that he couldn't.

"I can't express how sorry I am. Really I tried. I tried to be good but I just can't… I'm sorry.." The voice pressed and Thirst, who found his head spinning, squeezed his eyes shut as warm breath ran over his earlobe.

"W..what?" He stuttered dumbly while beginning to wiggle against the other in, and even while realizing that he was damn near constricted from head to toe he lagged. "Doctor?" He called out in a soft tone though Doctor picked up on how it sounded a little shaky, that and how the other's heartbeat sped up.

"You smell so good.." Doctor mumbled lovingly then, as if he was a loving wife showing her tired lover some needed affection. Naked and black coated fingertips grazed the firm surface of Thirst's back and the male gave a cheeky grin at the feeling of muscles flinching under his touch.

"Mmhn.. wait a minute.." came a low, protesting grunt. Thirst couldn't keep quiet by this point.. or still for that matter of fact. He was beginning to twist though the most it did for him was make Doctor purr again above him. The rabbit eared man bit his lip as their bodies rubbed together, thoroughly enjoying the touch. Thirst's hips would meet his in wonderful friction that only excited the winged man more.

The man leant down, hands circling Thirst's waist and sliding under his shirt to drag his silky touch over Thirst's flesh and in response he shuddered and forced his gaze away. His eyes squeezed shut, his head was spinning and the tingles rushing all throughout his body left him vulnerable. His body has still been so heavy, he couldn't buck the other off or easily flip them over like he found himself needing to. His stomach flipped at the other's fingers sliding under his shirt, muscles flinching at the cool touch but Doctor continued. Those fingers tracing every muscle and curve until his delicate fingers found the other's chest.

Thirst gasped in response, back arching up a little as those hands cupped his large pecs. Fingers soon found lightly perked nipples and gave them a firm squeeze. Curious for the reaction.

"Doctor!" Thirst squeezed out in a sharp cry, what a lovely sound, but seemingly a little too loud seeing as though one of Doctor's hands shot out to silence him. Covering the other's mouth with purpose but never moving that other hand that was now tweaking at the other's nipple which surprisingly left Thirst breathless. A bright flush beginning to cover his face even if he tried to squirm and kick.

"Shush. I see that you're rather sensitive here but you wouldn't want someone to catch us right operator? Be quiet or if you'd like I can make you." Doctor spoke in a mix of a growl and a hum and against Thirst's better judgement his body grew warmer just hearing it. Their was a scent beginning to plague his nose, he smelled it earlier, all day even but now it seemed to have worsen tenfold. It felt like it was forcing him to submit, a heavy and dominating scent that stated claim to anyone near.

Thirst said nothing though his struggling grew worse and it didn't take long for Doctor to get fed up by that. He tore away from the other leaving the both of them icy cold for a moment as he fished in his thigh pouch for something. Before Thirst could bother kicking at him again Doctor was on him, stuffing his mouth with a handkerchief. Thirst had attempted to clench his jaws shut but fingers pinched his nose forcing him to open. Once the other had efficiently been silenced, Doctor moved his hands down to the other's pants.

Long and slender digits eagerly fingering at the buttons that held them close and Thirst began to get rowdy. Muffled complaints being swallowed by that handkerchief and hips squirming as his pants were easily unbuttoned and yanked down his hips, the cool air of the room making him suck in a sharp breath through his nose.

It was growing scarily obvious how excited Doctor was becoming. Thirst could feel his body heat, smell his scent which plagued his nostrils, feel the weight against the curve of his fleshy ass. His cheeks blew up in a vibrant flush. Thirst's hair had been a mess now and his eyes seemed a bit wetter than before but the flush was so bright. Doctor paused upon seeing the expression before chuckling lightly.

"You're so pretty.." he sighed as his hands moved to those meaty ass cheeks which made the man below him groan. "So soft too~" he cooed as his hands each grabbed a cheek before fondling; pinching, caressing, and massaging them. Thirst could feel his heart pounding in his chest, sensations ravaging him in leaving him in a somewhat stunned state under the other. He pressed his face against the pillows, shudders running all over him before he choked on a gasp. Jerking at the feel of air traveling over an embarrassingly private part of him.

His anus twitched instinctually as delicate hands held his cheeks open. Fingers pressing hungrily against his skin enough to leave little bruises in their places. Doctor stared, eyes darkening dangerously as he watched the curious pink puckered hole. He couldn't help but move his thumb over the entrance, groaning deep in his throat as the entrance fluttered at the touch, Thirst hips jolting at the touch.

It was when Doctor moved a hand and gripped his shirt, taking his time with the ropes and pushing it up his back to expose more skin, that Thirst found how humiliated he felt. Lying before his commanding officer and being exposed so naturally to him, bright, flustered cheeks, and even twitching before him so lewdly.

For a brief moment his eyes slid shut, brows furrowing together as his cheeks grew redder.

A second later his eyes opened once more, rolling in pleasure.

He was happy.

So very happy.

Thirst wasn't a man to share many things with people unless he was close to them. Doctor had been so persistent, always there's at just the right time, always just around the corner.. At first Thirty hadn't held much thought for the man, that was until he officially joined the team. Doctor was so observant. It was one of the first things the platinum haired man noticed about the other. From things as big as the rabbit eared man worrying over his comrades to something as small as remembering someone's favorite color. Thirst had even been excited to have had the other around, his heart was racing when the other came to his aid earlier. More so when he agreed to his offer.

"Mhm!" The white haired male jumped when something wet suddenly hit his puckered entrance, slowly drizzling down his balls. What made it worse was the slap that came right after and sounded the room. The horned man was embarrassed to admit how his own cock twitched against the smothered bedding below them.

"It's so cute.." Doctor cooed as he rubbed the slightly reddened flesh that formed under his palm affectionately. He had stared, craved, dreamed, about this ass. This perfect, fine and fleshy ass. He soon moved a thumb over and pressed it smugly against the rimmed entrance of the other who jolted again in response. A low sound, a new sound filled Doctor's ear and he bristled.

Thirst let out a shocked moan, hips bucking back instinctively. The scents were getting too loud, too confusing, too hot..

Doctor couldn't help but pressed the digit in a bit more, testing the flexing hole, smearing the spit he had put there. His spit.. his hole.

"You're mine." Doctor whispered and Thirst's felt his eyes widen upon hearing it. The shock didn't last long as his eyes rolled a little, feeling that digit sinking into it now. Even while facing a little resistance Doctor growled, Thirst found that the pain was just the same as the pleasure. "Oh! You're so tight too… Are you perhaps a virgin? Operator.." Doctor cooed as he laid against the other's back, kissing his throat.

Thirst shuddered all over, his mind running on fumes at this point. He began to wiggle again, groaning as that finger moved as he did. Doctor huffed in humor before leaning back again. This time his other hand pressed against the other's back and with surprising strength he pushed him till Thirst was firmly pressed against the mattress. Face down and ass up as Doctor now pulled his thumb out only to slap that round ass once more. It was harder, more demanding, and as Thirst let out a muffled cry his eyes started to form tears. The impact left his flesh growing redder, Thirst even distantly felt the other's hand tighten around his shirt forcing Thirst to stay still and take it.

Thirst was so big compared to him and yet he was getting to see how stronger their leader was first hand. Was it his first time? First time in a long time would be a better answer but with his mouth full there was no possible way Thirst could word that coherently. He trembled by the third slap, feeling the ripple of his ass and crying into the bed below him. It was beginning to burn.

"I can't.." came the other man's voice once more after a while. His voice sounded strained. Thirst's head had been spinning.. he couldn't focus on anything but how loud his instincts were responding. Even if he didn't want it he was so hard already unbeknownst to the man above him, precum smearing and forming a pubble beneath his hips. The spit on his entrance was beginning to cool and the ropes were starting to cut into his flesh. When Doctor had spoke he had hardly even heard him, boldly taking the time to turn his head to look over his shoulder.

Doctor seemed to be clinging to a strand, still fully clothed but his eyes showing nothing but hunger. Thirst glanced down and blinked widely at the large bulge that presented itself, cheeks growing deep red.

"Wait." Doctor grinned wicked down at the other who seemed distracted. He tsked a second after, moving to turn the other over and onto his back with impressive strength. Really it would come to a shock to anyone to find how stronger the winged man was.. Thirst grunted once his back hit the mattress, cool air running over his exposed chest.. torso.. cock.

There was a visible moment of stillness and then suddenly realization came hitting him like a bag of bricks. Doctor had paused all over, sitting still between two strong legs. Thirst hadn't even realized the ropes around his legs had slipped but Doctor had taken advantage of it, quickly mounting the other and placing himself between his legs before the other noticed. Just in case he chose to keep fighting. What Doctor hadn't expected was to find a thick, red, weeping cock.. ready to greet him and Thirst had managed to forget it in the heat of the moment. A moment passed, and then another, and then finally Thirst reacted trying to snap his legs closed like that of a school girl only for Doctor to force them to stay open, gripping under a thigh and forcing it to stay separated so he could admire the treat between them.

Thirst panted, chest rising and falling as he looked down at the other. He was a complete mess; his hair had became so messy, white strands going every which way. His arms had been tightly secured before his back but his chest was expose, pink nipples standing in the cool room air. His stomach dripped with sweat that adding to the scents around him and finally his pants had been pulled low down his thighs and his cock stood there in agony. It was a pretty pink, growing redder at the tip that was wet with precum and paler at the base. Thirst had pretty cute hair too, shaved down short and his balls were massive.

Doctor looked at the appendage for a moment before leaning forward and pressing a kiss against the slit.

Thirst let out a muffled cry, tossing his head back against the pillows and arching as Doctor's nails sunk into his calf's skin.

His mouth was warm, Thirst admired. Wet too most likely thanks to the light chapstick. Thirst couldn't help his reaction, he actually whimpered at the feeling of the other's lips.

Doctor didn't miss the sound, shuddering all over at it as he leisurely dragged his tongue over the red head and over the leaking slit and purring at how Thirst practically fell apart under him. The sounds were so humorous, so cute but Doctor found it harder and harder to keep playing. The throbbing pressure in his pants seemed to agree, pressing tightly against his buttons.

"Oh.. I see." Doctor giggled. Those hands of him suddenly let the other go altogether. There was a brief of silence, Thirst could practically hear his heartbeat drumming in his ears. His body itched, icy hot stings hitting him from all over. Then those hands were on him again, searing heat shot throughout his whole body suddenly and he arched against those hands as if seeking more. Doctor took his time tracing the other's body. A part of him wanted to just rush, hurry and take him before someone else beated him to it but no, he had to take his time. He had to explore him both inside and out.

He started at his hips, soft hands pressing low on Thirst's abdomen and of course the horned man shook at the touch. Doctor calmly moved his hands up the other's torso, walking his digits along the other's waist and slightly sweaty skin. Doctor leaned forward with his actions, pressing closer to the other, biting the inside of his cheek when their hips finally met. Even with his pants still on he could feel the immense heat coming from the other's cock. The massive length pressed against the other and Thirst whined at the feeling of silk sliding against his length and catching it.

Doctor continued with this mischief, hands groping up until his mouth reached the other's collarbone. His hands found the other's nipples once more and teased the hard nubs until Thirst was breathless, shaking like a leaf under him.

Doctor took in his scent as his own cheeks grew darker in color and he could hardly resist sticking his tongue out and dragging it over sensitive skin, moving to bite. Thirst groaned at the wetness and rolled his hips against him as a reaction and Doctor chuckled against him once more, louder against his throat.

"You want it too don't you?" He grinned wicked while closely listening to Thirst's strangled breathing. He really was such a mess now, had anyone else gotten to see this man like this they probably wouldn't even recognize him. He looked completely different than how he usually did, so flustered and pink, so cute and submissive.. So small. Doctor felt..proud to see the other so needy and helpless. Triumph blossoming all over his chest, he was the one working this beautiful man up. He had been the one to get him rock hard not anyone else.. He was the one who had him here now whimpering beneath him. Thirst of all people, whimpering and asking for more like that of a slut.

Doctor couldn't stand it anymore and he pulled away with eagerness to start with his own clothing. "You definitely want it. You want it just as bad as me, I can tell.." he spoke lowly while unbuttoning his blouse to show some chest and then moved down to his pants. "I can smell how bad you want me." He added as he fumbled a little but soon he was pushing his pants down his hips and as a result his massive bulge poked out from beneath his boxers. By this point Doctor had been panting heavily, like that of a beast. He seemed more wild, then usual, more untamed and Thirst could sense each and every atom in the room that bounced off of them. This was so different from the Doctor he usually got to see, the patient and bright little rabbit who led them but here and right now he was the biggest thing in the room to Thirst. The fact that his heart was racing so fast was proof. All he could do was watch, eyes just as bright as the other's.

Doctor pushed down his boxers and let out a low, relieved groan when his cock flopped out, slapping against his abdomen, erect and just as excited as Thirst's. A little smaller but a slightly more than average size, and he was rather thick. The platinum haired man's eyes grew wide at the view, seeing the long eared man so ravenous for him out of all people. He couldn't help but stare at the length; his firm testicles, that short jet black hair, those viens.. Thirst drooled behind that handkerchief.

The smaller of the two suddenly moved forward and before Thirst's hazy mind could even realize what the other was doing he was coughing, gasping out loud this time. Doctor pulled the handkerchief and while doing so spit followed in long messy strands that connected to puffy, panting lips. Doctor admired the view with dangerous eyes, he'd definitely have to get a go at that mouth at some point.

He had to. He really had to do this. He couldn't wait any longer.

A hand hooked under one of Thirst's thighs once more as Doctor examined his entrance once more. He then was taking his cock in his free hand. Doctor slowly pumped it, biting his lip at the naughty scene before him. Thirst felt his toes flex and tilted his head back with a low moan, he couldn't help the fact that even just looking at Doctor right now could get him off. His heart felt like it'd burst right out of him at any moment, he was far too excited. He jutted out his hips closer to the other and even flexing the hole for him and Doctor visibly shivered before purring loudly, pleased.

"Good boy.." he cooed in praise before scooting closer on his knees between the other's toned thighs and pressing the round head of his cock to the other's anus which fluttered at the touch. The round head pressing against him made his heart race more. Thirst moaned lowly, lips falling open and brows furrowing a little as he watched.

Doctor could cum just like this. Thirst was so hard, so broken from his usual facade and Doctor had done that. Thirst seemed excited, the fumes flooded their sense driving them both mad before each other. He opened his mouth and let a glob of spit slip out before landing between them, Doctor then crossed the hole.. once, twice, three times before slowly pushing in, both of their mouths falling open as he did so. If he thought Thirst was hot before then now he assumed that his son had sent them both to Hell. The passionate, scolding flames of Hell. Doctor had never felt such warmth, such wetness. It even felt like Thirst was sucking him in, snugly fitted around his throbbing phallus. He quickly moving to grab the man's big waist and yanked him closer, wishing to completely submerge himself.

"O-oh!" Thirst shouted at the invasion, clenching around the other and then loosening, trying to get used to the phallus that was currently sinking into him. It had been so long.. It hurt but the pain also burned into a pleasure. Being split by this cock, his hole stretched open as Doctor pressed into him forcing him to open up. His head fell back again as his body arched, toes curling and fist tightening as Doctor sunk in as far as he could while Thirst let out a silent moan.

Thirst was so fucking tight…

He was squeezing him deliciously, so tight that Doctor could imagine himself getting stuck inside. He had never felt such heat. Thirst felt like heaven and Doctor was pretty sure this was the closest he'd ever be to the real thing. His tail flickered from left to right, his nails dug into Thirst's hips, his showed nothing but hunger and lust, leaving indents. Thirst was so pretty, especially with him inside of him and even if he didn't want to ruin his skin Doctor really wanted to make a whore out of him.

"You're so tight.." Doctor huffed while leaning in again, baring fangs in order to slowly traced them up and down the shivering man's throat, getting a trill out of how responsive he was. "So hot too, you saved it just for me huh? What a lovely hole you have Thirst, I'm surprised.." he hummed before biting down hard and Thirst cried out, a rumbling moan filling the air as his thighs hugged the smaller male. Doctor continued to bite; slowly at first, he was enjoying Thirst's salty taste.. the sweaty flesh tasted good on his tongue but then the biting turned aggressive, primal, and he was suckling like a vampire as the other's blood flooded his mouth. He drunk like a maniac, a needy infant even, marking and coating the other's throat in marks until he felt like he felt satisfied.

Thirst arched, bucked, moaned at each action. His couldn't stand the constant touches, the persistent licking and biting, he could cream right now. Burst right here. He could even feel his eager cock twitching against the other's stomach, threatening to push him right over. Doctor was enjoying him, tasting him, savoring him. All Thirst could've ever asked for right now.

Neither one of them were thinking anymore, their minds had falling into mush, down to the most primordial stages of themselves. Doctor began to thrust, slow at first, watching as Thirst's mouth would fall open wide with each movement and then speeding up, growing more and more needy as the sensations grew. The sound of their hips meeting in wet, viscous slapping, the growing scent of sex, the beautiful, fluctuating sounds that left Thirst…

"Take it.." Doctor growled loudly while moving his head to the other's chest and taking a hard pink nipple into his hot mouth and relishing in the way Thirst arched under him while letting out a croaking moan. ”Take my cock. Better yet, would you prefer my children?" He chuckled breathless while moving one of his hands down to wrap snugly around the other's cock before pumping it to match his bone shattering thrusts. "I wouldn't mind…" he cooed while jerking the other, rubbing his thumb in fast circles over his sensitive slit.

"O-oh! Oh Doctor!" The other gasped as his body felt like sparks were exploding out of him. His hole was growing used to the rough pace and impressive size. Doctor's hand was so smooth and soft wrapping around his cock, making his head spin. He twisted in pleasure and pain, the rope around his wrists left bruises that he was sure would be visible a while after all this, his entrance dribbled with excitement as the man took everything he wanted.

When Thirst came it had been so sudden, a burst of colors and shapes flashing over his vision as he convulsed against the other man. He tried letting out a loud moan but Doctor shushed him, covering his mouth with his free hand once again leaving Thirst to let it all out against his palm as he kept thrusting as if milking the white haired man. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as thighs shook uncontrollably and cum spurted out of him, shooting out and landing back on his own abdomen, tears running down his rosy cheeks.

Doctor slowed down to admire the beauty, Thirst's blissed out face was something Doctor found himself willing to kill for. He's never felt so alive while being with someone else. He took him in, starting at his ruined platinum hair which messily rested against the pillows under Thirst's head, then he was looking at his wet chest and the pink nipples that stood hard under cooling spit, then the marks that layered said chest, from his throat to his pecs, and the finally his crotch. The twitching cock and the impressive amount of cum that came out of it and was now cooling on him. Even a little had managed to get on his shirt and once Doctor realized that he slowly grinned, moving a hand to collect the substance on one of his fingers before bringing it up to his lips. "Already? How cute.." Doctor hummed even with the little edge that came with jt. Thirst weakly watched while heavily panting as Doctor brought the digit closer and seemingly examined the substance only to perk a bit when a pink tongue darted out to taste.

"Wait.. wait don't.." Thirst slurred as Doctor continued to suck on the digit until the liquid was all gone. He licked his lips and Thirst looked at him in awe before Doctor began to thrust again making Thirst bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut. Having just came left him sensitive and yet he could already feel himself growing hard again while Doctor moved to cave him in, hands on each side of Thirst's body. He couldn't stop himself from loling his head back and moaning with each accurate thrust.

"I hope you know we aren't anywhere near being done yet sweetheart, you just came after all." Doctor cooed and Thirst's face clearly grew redder under the statement but he didn't seem to fight too much. Not with his eyes rolling to the back of his head and the drool starting to dribble out of the corner of his mouth as wanton moans left his lips.

Yes, tonight Doctor would have him as many times as he wanted. He'd face the consequences another time.

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needybabytrashbeans · 3 years ago

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POSTED: 03/28/2022

AYO! Howdy to everyone and possible future anons!

ABOUT THE COMMISSIONS

Just wanted to say that while I'm willing to accept fandoms that's NOT on my commission list PLEASE don't make it a habit. To the people who have commissioned me out of the fandom list be aware that while I accepted your commissions I may not do it each time you ask for it. Obviously we can talk about that in more detail in pms but the fandom list is mentioned for a reason.

It's ok to ask for certain fandoms, there's some I'd be happy to write for I just didn't mention them. So ask, but don't expect an immediate yes. Even now I'm wondering if I'm doing all of this right.. Maybe I should make another list for you all and make it easier to not miss upon coming to this page? Most likely. I've made up my mind, it's gonna happen.

If there's a fandom that you seem to want you can ask me about it. We'll continue from there.

Also if you ask to commission me and I say yes but no transaction has been made due to whatever reasons, that up until the point I received the money I still have to ability to say NO. Keep that in mind as well. After payment the real decision has been made.

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needybabytrashbeans · 3 years ago

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Their Little Moth || Moondrop x Reader

Not safe for minors, 18+

AFAB reader, gender neutral terms, unclassified genitals, big fat tentacle dick 😈

Edit: Since nothing much is happening on this account I guess I'll just start posting my oneshots here. Don't expect extra parts automatically, I'll update whenever. Don't forget this is a commission account, I'll just start putting stuff here in hope that it brings in more people but also cause I like to write.

CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

Pants filled the stuffy little room that you and your fellow coworker, Moon, had stumbled into. It was for privacy reasons of course, what they planned on doing to you couldn't be done just anywhere. If the two of you were to be caught there'd be far too many risks!

It was fine, neither of you minded, plus Moon found himself enjoying the way you looked in the dimly lit room. How he could still see how red your cheeks were even in the darkness.

Your legs trembled, shaking violently as you gasped and shot your hands out to push on that large chest of his. Whether to pull him closer in or away you didn't know. He chuckled. It was cute seeing you shake like that, seeing you twist and turn in overwhelming pleasure because of him. Him of all beings. How lucky he was.

What a treat you were. So broken now, how many orgasms had he pushed you through? You could hardly remember but it was fine, he had surely been counting.

"Already at seven~ how cute.. naughty little thing. You can hardly keep yourself together and it's only been my fingers~" he rasped in a low and gravely tone. The rumble of it made you arch desperately against him as his fingers slid over your heat again.

You were breathless, your naked skin soaked in sweat as he towered over you and watched closely, mesmerized by the gift that laid helplessly in his lap. You were so small, so fragile, and yet the need to reduce you to nothing but a pile of useless goop pulled the animatronic in even more. He wanted to see how far you could go, how far he could go before you collapsed.

His bright red eyes trailed down to look at the space between your legs. So wet, sloppy, filthy.

Something squirmed under the fabric of his pants but oh you were too distracted to notice. The being leaned in closer, cooing at the sound of your little whimpers as he kept moving his fingers inside of you. They were so long, thick.. pushing deep into your heat and rubbing lewdly at that soft, sensitive spot inside of you, watching as you helplessly rolled your hips. What a cute and needy little thing.

A cry fell from your lips and Moon shushed you with a kiss, hurriedly pressing functioning lips against your own as he rather greedily swallowed up the sounds you let out. There was one kiss, then another, then a third until he slid the tip of his tongue out to lick you. The cool metal dripped with artificial saliva as he easily slid his tongue inside your hot mouth.

Your hands shot up some more, wrapping around his shoulders. Well at least one had, the other trailed down his back as you dug your nails in a little and sobbed as another orgasm had been pulled from you. It was so hot, your entrance twitched and spasmed around his digits as your fluids dripped out.

"Moon! Moony!” you choked out as he pulled away from your lips to watch that gorgeous body of your contort. His fingers kept going, overstimulating you as they sunk in deep, slid out just a bit, and plunged deep inside once more.

"So warm my little moth, so wet.. your squeezing them so hard, sucking them in deeper. What a little dirty thing you are, begging for me so desperately like that~" he spoke again over you as your head swam with nothing but nonsenses. You were pulsing around him, slick dripped from you and finally his digits slowly slid out leaving you gaping.

He took his time obviously, humming like the smug asshole he was as he freed your abused entrance from his scarily talented fingers but not without pressing in one more time just to hear you whimper his name once more.

"Filthy.. filthy..filthy~" came his response to seeing his fingers covered with slick all the way down to his knuckles. The fiery blush on your cheeks only grew worse at the tone as you tried to collect yourself. Your heavily lidded and lustful eyes looking up to him only for him to be returning such gaze. You shouldn't, you really shouldn't allow him another round but he was so hot. So alluring. Sure he could be a gremlin at times but in moments like these he could really take whatever he wanted from you and you'd hardly argue. In moments like these you'd be happy to give them everything.

The image of his tongue sliding out his mouth once more greeted you and you watched as he slid the long tongue over those fingers. Tasting you.

He kept at it, sliding his tongue between the digits, over them, around them until they were spotless and not once had his gaze left your cute little face which must have been even brighter than the sun itself by now. You gulped, a little louder than you'd personally like to admit, as he lowered the hand to slowly run it up your thigh. He playfully walked the wet digits up your skin like that of a spider stalking prey before sliding it under your knee and hoisting your leg up his hip.

Immediately something wet and heavy landed between your thighs and with a little gasp you turned your gaze from those bright eyes of his down to where the two of you met and there to greet you was a long and squirming tentacle. Scratch that, the more you looked at it squirming the easier it was to see that this wasn't just one tentacle but three that had been wrapped around each other. (He had managed to get his pants down while you were recovering.) They were large, incredibly so, and warm between your thighs as they curiously ran over skin inch by inch.

It was hard to look away, the scene was so strange but mesmerizing. From here you could see the slits on them too which were dripping with a milky blue substance and you had to be honest you would have happily sucked him off if he asked you to.

Suddenly they separated and before you had noticed they slid over your entrance. Not yet pushing in but toying with it as if they had a mind of their own. One curled around your left thigh and another found itself slithering under your right ass cheek. The final decided to play at your entrance giving it a lick before smearing it's juices over you. It crossed and poked at your leaking hole and your pants grew heavy at the scene.

You weren't the only one though. Moon groaned, a low growl leaving him as he continued to hold your leg up leaving you so exposed, so open for his greedy eyes and even greedier little friends.

"I.. I don't think that's going to fit.." you whisper under him and yet he still registers what was said. It was embarrassing to admit, to say the least. They were big, huge in fact. They could easily stuff you to the brim.. Fill you so much that you bulged even. A shudder raced down your whole body, letting out a startled moan as a wide tip nuzzled your hot cavern, pushing in but only the tip and by the gods was it thick.

You fell back resting your head against the various pillows and blankets on the floor, something you all decided would be rather handy for situations like this. As quickly as the tentacle dipped it it had dipped right back out, toying with your already hot and oversensitive body. Moon grinned almost wickedly above you as you struggled beneath him; watching as your chest rose and fell, as your hole twitched, as you moved your hands down his firm chest. He could hardly contain himself, oh he's never felt the need to.. to hold something down so badly before. To slam right in and listen to those lustful cries of yours. It was taking everything in him not to actually rush right now, yes he wanted to watch you fall apart but he also didn't want to hurt you. Such a fragile thing you were, he couldn't hurt his beloved.

"Gentle.." he hissed. "I'll be gentle, I promise.." he spoke and you could hear the hunger behind those words, the beast that spoke them. He had been so careful so far, had wrung orgasm after orgasm out of you while he was at it. You'd feel bad if you at least didn't try to return the favor.

Your legs spread a bit more and Moon paused for a moment as one of your hands fell. From there you gave quite the show of running your hand over one of your hard nipples, squeezing it since you knew how much he loved them before moving your hand lower which was soon joined by the other. As you glided your soft and warm fingers over your thighs they soon faced the tentacles and curiously you slid a digit over one and immediately Moon groaned again which twitching all over.

You panted simply out of excitement as you looked up at him once more as your fingers curled around the main tentacle and gave it a nice squeeze which resulted in a louder moan from the animatronic before you as he thrusted his hips searching for relief. Milky precum squirting into your hand and over your fingers. You tugged on the phallus and by this point you were sure he'd be the one to fall apart soon.

"You'll be gentle. Good boys are-" you started only for him to growl which made you briefly shut up and close your eyes as you rub his tentacle against your heated entrance, egging for it to go in, rubbing it against your overly sensitive nub. A little something to ease the tension between the two of you.

"Good boys are gentle~ Gentle.. I'll be good. I promise to be careful little dove." He promised eagerly. And with that the tip eased it's way into you. As it slowly slid in your mouth fell open.

”Oh..oh god.." came your weak words as your hands moved away again to slide along his hips smearing your juices over them as you held him, almost as if gauging how far he could go. He was so thick, the stretch you felt had been like none other you've ever felt before. The other two tentacles seemed to have been keeping you in place, holding you open and close as this one sunk it. By the time it was fully in you had been twitching, eyes rolling back a little before you shakily looked down between your thighs seeing where the two of you connected, slick ran down the crack of your ass and landed on the softness underneath you.

Moon's hands had moved to each side of you, caging you in as his hulking size settled over you. It was hard, so hard not to just ram you but as you heavily panted, clinging on to everything you could in order not to pass out, he waited like the good boy he was. The tentacle was warm, twitching happily now that it was surrounded on all sides by your wet tunnel. As the two of you took your time your eyes left the spot between your thighs only to look back up to him and find him already staring at you.

Moon was so patient, so careful for you. He could never hurt you, couldn't even think about it. Your lips were so soft, so sweet, something he found himself craving almost every hour of the goddamn day. He leaned down again, grinning as he sunk in deeper and you sobbed under him.

"My little stargazer, my sweet doll.." he cooed lovingly against you as your lips met in another series of kisses. The two of you were flushed together now, one of his hands moved down and he pressed his thumb over your poor and abused nub. A harsh shock rushed through you, being so full and touched so recklessly made you jolt.

"Baby..baby please.." you whined now eagerly tugging at him to start thrusting, you couldn't possibly wait any longer. He giggled at your neediness, at how reckless it was of you to be begging him like that. He wanted to press deep into you, so deep he'd mark you. Who else could get you off like them? No one and he and Sun were not opposed to showing you how factual that statement actually was.

"Slutty little thing.. begging me like that.." Moon hums. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't happy to start, he was sure if you cock warmed him for any longer he'd simply blow right into you right here right now. You moaned at his language but as you pleaded he finally reeled his hips back before carefully sinking back in. You both shuddered, drool ran down your chin as your head rolled back against the pillows again and Moon bit his lip at the view of you.

Your face was so brilliantly red and those cute nipples of yours stood at full attention. You neck had a few kiss marks and bites but he was tempted to place some more, lay claim on you because you were theirs. And oh the view of you practically bouncing on his cock as he guided you, holding you open so he could see everything, left him reving. Those puffy lips looked awfully damn good wrapped around his cock as well, so wet.. so warm!

Clawed hands moved to your hips, gripping them and squeezing the skin. He kept his pace, drawing back only to firm press forward with each thrust until you couldn't take it anymore and it seemed like he couldn't either.

"Harder.. Harder Moony, I can handle it, you won't break me.. I promise I can take it." You begged, wiggling your hips for him to prove it as your thighs began to shake. He attempted to say something upon watching you do such a thing though whatever it had been had been covered up by his voice box. Whatever it had been had also been husky, dark but promising in nature. You didn't get to think much on it as you wrapped your legs around him and as a response he thrusted into you again but this time harder. Smashing directly into the sweet bundle of nerves deep inside you sending shocks all throughout your body.

The noise you had let out went from a loud gasp when soon fell into a raw and throaty moan. Your toes curled and your hands scrambled to hold onto him as he completely drunk you up.

He held you tight and even if he didn't need to breathe or produce air of any kind you could hear him over you, panting like a dog in heat as he filled you. Each thrust was hard, sinfully wet, and diabolical. The sound and scent of sex filled your sense leaving you already foggy mind just a bit foggier. You felt so good! So full! He was so warm, holding you just right against him as he snapped his hips back and forth as juices collected between you two leaving strands of slick connecting him to you each time he reeled his hips back. It was too lewd, you couldn't keep your noises down though with every pathetic cry and broken sob he kissed your throat, continuing where he left off when it came to marking you. Everyone needed to know who you belonged to after all.

”Sexy little thing, what a good pet you are. It fits just nicely don't you think?~" he purred only to grunt as he continued to ravish you. He was growing close as well, a heavy and pushing feeling to just burst inside you and fill you to the brim with his cum. He had to see it for himself though so with one last bite he pulled away once more and simply watched as he seemed to disappear and reappear between your meaty thighs.

"Are you going to cum? It's okay, I got you. You can cum. Let me see you burst moonbeam~" he spoke in that low, gravelly voice of his and as if you were a pet made to follow his orders you came immediately upon him saying so. Your vision burst into a series of colors as your eyes shot open and you weakly pushed and clawed at his chest as he kept going. The orgasm was so rough that you simply could not stay still and oh those beautiful cries that fell from your lips only grew louder and louder as he pushed you through it. He praised you through it, telling you how good you were, how cute you looked, promising to take the most care of you even and then he was coming after you. Letting out a snarl in the process that shook you to your very core.

It was hot, searing hot as the artificial cum flooded your sloppy love tunnel. So much had filled you that once no more could fit it started to run out and collect on your thighs and ass. His nails dug into your hips in the heat of the moment as he growled and the mixture of pleasure mixed with just a bit of that pain had you shaking violently by the time he was done with you, slowing down his reckless thrust into softer ones until he stopped all together to look down at your absolutely ruined face.

To put it in simpler terms your had been throughly fucked, your whole face had softened as sweat ran down your whole body and you weakly held onto him wishing to keep him inside even if you physically couldn't go anymore rounds. He chuckled once more at you as his sensors slowly but surely started to cool in the afterglow.

"Good. Very good. You took me so well my love.." he hummed, leaning down to kiss those soft lips of yours once more before he carefully moved his hands under your body and lifted you a bit in order to reposition the two of you. He soon found himself to be the one laying on the bottom and along the pillows and blankets while you laid on top of him struggling to even stay awake at this point as you took comfort in how warm he was. If was cute, everything about you was cute though. He got comfy below you and let out a lovesick sigh as you unconsciously nuzzled closer to him. Though, shouldn't he help you clean up? He hummed a little at that before stirring a little as it to get up.

"Don't move..we can clean up when I get up.." you tiredly mumbled into his chest before giving the surface a pet or two to show that you were serious even if he doubted that in the current state you were in you'd be able to do anything even if he did get up. Though he guessed it could wait, you needed to rest.

"Fine fine, let's clean up when you're up again. Sunny will help." He gently spoke in that calm and low voice of his which was probably one of the last things you heard before sleep overcame you. That and him quietly wishing you a good night's sleep, one with only the sweetest dreams as he moved one hand to pull a blanket over the two of you while rubbing soothing circles in your back until you completely fell out.

And you slept like a fucking baby. That's for sure.

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needybabytrashbeans · 3 years ago

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Hi! Your DMs aren't working. Do you have a Discord yet? I'm interested in getting a commission.

@irijishi Hey! AnpaEnku#3530 is my discord though so hit me up there and I'll meet you there. ☺️

#writing comissions #thanks for the ask!#writing community

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needybabytrashbeans · 4 years ago

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A Growing List of Banned Tags

This is my second go at making this blog. The first time, I got shadowbanned immediately for writing a post with these words on it, so I’m going to have to link to a google doc instead.

You can find my current list HERE

If something is not on the list that does NOT mean it isn’t blocked. It just means I haven’t checked/added it if it is.

If you’d like to contribute tags you’ve found, please send it via an ask or submission so I can double check and add it to the list.

EDIT: Right now many of these are only banned on IOS, but that really doesn’t make it better

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needybabytrashbeans · 4 years ago

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i hope every executive at apple gets beheaded. #girl

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