noxiousaffection

[noxiousaffection]

Abo alpha Bailey reacting to PC presenting late as an omega. His omega.

(DoL relationships; omegaverse; knotting; dubcon)

Bailey shouldn't be at the orphanage this late. He was, though, eyes aching as he reads the same line of numbers for the umpteenth time. Bailey was good with numbers, always had been, but whatever he was looking at was all kinds of fucked.

Fuck, he needs some coffee. It might help. The smell alone would perk him up, at least. 

Bailey slips from his office wearing an old pair of grey sweatpants. It's late on a hot summer night. No one is awake, so what does he care?

The kitchen is empty, thankfully. The last thing he wants to deal with right now is a brat creeping around.

Bailey's peace is short-lived, the front door of the orphanage flying open. 

The overwhelming scent of omega in heat catches him off guard. Only fools wouldn't be on suppressants in this fucked town, yet here one is, barging into Bailey’s orphanage. The smell is so powerful that it takes him a moment to catch the second scent, that of an enraged alpha. 

Bailey's at the front door in a flash.

"Please," the omega whimpers, trying to fight off the alpha. "I d-didn't know, Avery, please!"

Bailey is used to kicking perverts out of the orphanage. Even with the scent of the omega making him dizzy, he’s still able to force the other alpha out of the door with a well-aimed kick to the head. 

Bailey grabs blindly at the omega, not even that interested in if it's one of his brats or not. They can pay him back for his protection later. Bailey hauls them up to their feet, intent on shoving them in an isolation room he has set up for shit like this. It's only then that he recognizes the omega. 

It's you. You. He'd thought you were a beta, but apparently not. No. Bailey's life couldn't be that simple. You're an omega. A late bloomer. Going into heat. 

And it's doing something to him. More than the usual he has to suffer through when a stupid omega forgets to take their suppressants and goes into heat in public. 

A slight tingling travels up from where his hand wraps around your arm. A strange, warm sensation that grows more intense, spreading rapidly across his shoulders and down his body until settling heavily in his groin.

You whine, shivering and attempting to curl in on yourself as Bailey stares at you. When he doesn't let you go, doesn't let you crumple back to the ground, you lean into him, shaking against his chest. 

Mate.

The word comes to his mind unbidden. Mate. His mate. 

Fuck.

Bailey stills, your labored breaths filling the dimly lit hallway as his options flit through his mind. The moment seems to stretch into eternity but, in reality, it only lasts a fraction of a second.  Despite his own strong will, there really is only one option that will quell the fire you've set under his skin. 

He scoops you up, cradling you against his chest with something that could be mistaken for tenderness as he carries you to his room. That illusion doesn't last long as he tosses you on his bed, pausing to lock the door behind him. He's pretty sure if anyone tried to interrupt what he was about to do, he'd rip their throat out. 

"Hurts," you whimper, pressing your thighs together while curling in on yourself. 

You look so…small. He should get you something. Blankets. Pillows. Soft, warm things to keep you safe. But he doesn't. Bailey shoves all those thoughts from his mind, joining you on the bed. 

You don't fight him, not like you had fought the other alpha. Eyes glazed and unfocused, you couldn't focus on your caretaker ripping off the remains of your clothing even if you wanted to. But you don't try to stop Bailey, either, groaning as he forces your trembling thighs apart and slots himself between them. 

Sweet slick coats the inside of your thighs, starting to dampen his sheets. It's infuriating how good you smell, how that alone makes his cock twitch in the confines of his sweats. His whole room is going to smell like you for ages at this rate; but Bailey can't help reaching between your legs, sliding a calloused finger into you, and coaxing out more. 

The tiny whine you let out goes straight to his dick. 

So warm, so good. Another finger joins the first easily, then a third. Your hand latches onto his arm, nails digging into his skin, but nothing else. You don’t try to push him away or pull him closer. You just whine, squeezing his arm harder as he starts pumping in and out of you quickly, curling his fingers, scissoring you open. Another whine leaves you as he withdraws. 

He could still stop. He should stop. Bailey knows this. Even as he slides his sweats down his hips, frees his cock and presses against your entrance, he could stop. As hazy as his mind is, he could pull back, end this. It would be better, in the long run. If he does this, he can't go back. He wouldn’t be able to. You're his, and he won't be able to keep himself from you. A weakness. An annoying thorn in his side, something anyone could take advantage of. 

"A-alpha,” you groan. Your voice is breathless, full of need. It sends another wave of heat through him. 

But he could stop. He could. 

You press against him, enveloping the head of his cock. Bailey's breath hitches as you continue to squirm, to take more of him. Your legs wrap around him, squeezing his hips as you try to get even closer. 

"Bailey. Please. H-hurts."

He can’t stop.

Maybe it's the pheromones filling the air, making it increasingly difficult to hold onto rational thought. Maybe it's the voice in the back of his head that keeps urging him on, demanding he claims a tiny piece for himself in this hell town. 

Maybe it's the way you say his name. The way you aren't completely blinded by your heat, that you know it's him and you pull him closer still.

Pinning down your hips to keep you from moving, Bailey snaps forward, sheathing himself fully in one stroke. 

The moan pulled from you rings in Bailey's ears and is more than loud enough to cover the small fuck that escapes him. You try to rock against him, but he keeps you pinned as he starts pounding into you. All you can do is grab onto his shoulders, disjointed sounds spilling from you. Small gasps and half-formed pleads for more. 

If this was any other situation, any other person, Bailey would snarl for you to shut up. Would cover your mouth, choke you. Maybe even go slower, deliberately make his thrusts more shallow. But it's not any other situation. He can't help but oblige you, acting on pure instinct. Any thought beyond knotting you, making you cum on his cock, wiped clean from his brain. 

Besides, he wants more too. Needs more. Needs to get as deep inside you as possible, to keep feeling the delicious friction of you wrapped around his cock. All of it. All of you. 

He's not going to last much longer, the knot at the base of his cock already starting to swell, catching on your hole with each outward stroke. You're in the same boat as him, if the way your insides twitching around him like crazy is any indication. 

Your hands slide from his shoulders, tracing over well-muscled arms. You pause occasionally when your fingers brush across a scar, but you never linger for long. Finally, your hands come to rest over his, on your hips, squeezing. 

Bailey leans over you, his chest pressed to yours as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, muffling a small groan as he mouths at your scent gland. You gasp as his knot starts to press against your hole, too swollen to fit, grip on his hands tightening as he forces it inside one last time before he's stuck. 

He continues to grind against you, tell-tale tightening in his balls signaling his fast-approaching end. Pressing his mouth to your scent gland, there's a moment of hesitation. It takes all his remaining willpower, mind sluggish as it tries to work, but he doesn't mark you. He doesn't have to. He doesn't have to claim you, tie you to him. He wants to. More than anything. Even though he knows you'll both regret it, his teeth burn with the desire to sink into you. But he could still salvage this. Could fuck you through your heat and be done with you. Make sure you're on suppressants and he'll never have to deal with this again. That's what he should do. 

You groan, hands squeezing his, legs locked around his waist and rocking against him as best you can. Taking a shuddering breath, you press your face into his shoulder. 

Bailey bites down. 

"Bailey."

His name comes out of your mouth on a pleasure-filled sigh, breath warming his already burning skin. 

A half-strangled scream rips from your throat as your orgasm hits you, hard and sudden. Bailey almost chokes as you tighten around him, groan rumbling deep in his throat as he starts to shoot his load deep inside you.

He keeps grinding away, sweet copper tang filling his mouth as he stays latched to your throat. He could keep going. Keep grinding away in you, keep spilling inside you, over and over. Fuck, he could die happy like that, he thinks. Just keeping you pinned under him and stretched around his knot, nipping at your scent gland to keep you nice and pliant. Never let you leave the orphanage, his office, fuck, his bed. 

As quick as those thoughts form, they drift away, settling in the back of his mind for a rainy day. Your pheromones wain and Bailey can think clearly again. 

You let out a relieved sigh, going limp as Bailey finally stops moving. He’s still pressed against you, his knot keeping him from pulling away. He doesn't want to pull away. Not really. When he does, you’ll look at him in disgust and horror. You’ll probably yell and scream and try to hit him. Fuck the fact that you must know you’re his, must feel it the same way, smell it on his skin. He’s the boogeyman to most of the orphans. Protector one day, the creature they needed protecting from the next. He can’t take that. Can’t have you crying or screaming, disgusted with yourself, with him. Not right now. 

If he just stays like this, maybe you won't get the chance to do anything before the next wave of your heat flares up. 

Ah, Bailey has never been that lucky. You’re moving again. He expects the hands on his shoulders, expects you to start pushing him away. You don’t. 

You drape your arms over his shoulders, attempting to pull him closer, as if you want him to lay on you. It’s tempting, he’s tired as it is. He never did get that cup of coffee. 

Bailey can’t suppress a shudder as you start toying with his hair. “H-hey.” Your voice is quiet, rough. It’s tempting to pretend he didn’t hear you. He can’t though, not when you tuck your face into his neck and press a kiss to the scent gland there. 

He jerks back, “The fuck do you think-”

It’s probably just the lingering effects of your heat, or him marking you, or something like that that explains the warmth that swells in his chest as he drifts to sleep.

You pull him back down, surprisingly strong, and press your mouth to his. It’s a quick kiss, one that doesn’t give Bailey any time to respond before you end it. You shift on the bed, making yourself comfortable. Bailey ends up on his side, your back pressed to his chest.

He not spooning you. No. That would be silly. He’s just, making himself comfortable, too. He’s stuck like this, so he might as well, right? 

[noxiousaffection]

For the ask game, winter + crying?

Warnings: waxplay, a crop used on sensitive bits (gently), bondage, dacryphilia. Completely gender neutral. It's BDSM, but it's still kinda soft cause Winter comes off like they would be.

You've been so so good. Absolutely brilliant, suspended in the air by rope, a pulley system that Winter set up themself the perfect thing to change how high you are.

Rigging isn't something Winter gets to do often, but they do so love it when it comes around.

Your face looks down at the floor, a gag in your mouth. Your arms and legs are tied, with ropes around your torso to add support and reduce the chance of injury to your hips and shoulders. Your legs specifically had been tied in a way that had them wide, your genitals all exposed for them to play with.

Since you couldn't use a safe word, they'd come up with something else. You'd start humming a Mozart piece they'd taught you through the gag when you're done. You had yet to.

Even with the hot wax they'd poured on your back. The candles were special, made specifically for this kind of play. Hot enough to hurt, but not to burn and cause scars.

The crop they'd used to gently spank your genitals had you squirming much more, and was also what brought tears to your eyes. The vibrator inside of you wasn't helping. Winter had set it too low to get you off. Just a continuous hum withing your insides to make you leak and whine in desperation.

Their nails had left marks all across your body, Winter simply scraping them against you as they walked past to see you shiver.

You look so beautiful right now. Drooling around the gag, tears wetting your cheeks. Your eyes so dazed and unfocused. You deserve more. You deserve to finish this session.

Using their remote, Winter turns the settings up, listening as you yell out and your muscles clutch and release. Even your thighs begin to shake after a while. After the crop spanking, you're just too sensitive. It causes more tears. Oh but you love this so much, they can tell.

They come to stand in front of you, kneeling down and holding your face gently in their hands as they coo and pet you. Your tears wet the leather cloves they wear.

"That's it, just let it happen. Let it feel good. You're such a perfect little toy for me, aren't you?"

Your response is a weak nod, another whimper along with it. Its all that Winter needs. You're still listening to them, even in this state. This is why you're so wonderful for them.

As you finish, the ropes creak and groan from you moving so much. Winter doesn't punish it. You're allowed to do this. It'll only exhaust you more, make you soft and cuddly after. Winter needs that. Needs you to crawl into bed after and fall asleep on their chest. It's how they know that they didn't go too far.

They let you down as gently as they can after shutting off the vibrator and putting it away for cleaning. Next comes the gag. But you're still too far into sub-space to talk, so Winter lays you onto the couch they have in their room to rest as they run a bath for you. Not before they leave you with a kiss to your flushed cheeks. They can taste the salt still remaining, but the smile you flash them assures that you liked it.

You start talking again as Winter washes you, clearing the wax from your skin. Nothing too much, just remarking on how much you enjoyed the session. They adore the worship in your eyes as you look up at them.

That night they sleep well. How could they not, with you tucked under their chin, sated and spent? This is what Winter loves the most. Well. History comes close.

[noxiousaffection]

how to look at scene text directly in DoL’s code

very short tutorial on how to look at dol’s code if you wanna look at a scene without going to all the trouble of actually meeting the requirements for it in-game. or you just wanna look at the code and find unused content like the unused introduction in the above photo.

dol is a text based twine/sugarcube game so every scene is written out in the code in plain text. it’s easier than you think and you don’t need special software or any programming knowledge to do it

please keep in mind doing this will likely expose you to content you do not wish to see (such as toggle content you’ve disabled) and/or spoilers

1. get the source code (here). you need the source code for this, you cannot use the compiled version that you actually play to do this

2. download and unzip it

3. go to the folder “game” (degrees-of-lewdity-master\game). the scene you’re looking for is most likely in one of these folders, the titles are pretty self explanatory:

4. scene text is always saved in .twee files so you can go ahead and ignore other files likes like .js or .json as these are files relevant to inner workings of the game. the titles of .twee files are usually also pretty self explanatory in regards to the contents, but if there’s something specific you’re looking for that you can’t find don’t be afraid to message me and i can see if i can find it

5. open the files. you do not need a special program to open .twee files. you can simply right click on them and then use notepad to open it. once you’ve done this, simply scroll around the page or ctrl+f to find what you’re looking for in it

a few notes under the cut:

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[noxiousaffection]

Maybe Bailey needs money that much because he has a cute lil sister who is sleeping in coma in the hospital. Maybe he is stressed so when he visits her everytime he might... use her a bit, for sexual relief. Just the tip or use her ass 👉👈

And when she woke up, maybe she could finally pay for everything he has done for her. Maybe let him r*pe her cute lil pussy, so he could compare if he liked her pussy or her ass the most.

Aight I've been keeping this one in my inbox just because I like looking at it, very tasty idea.

Bailey making sure to pay Harper as much is needed so that the good doctor doesn't use you in experiments. As much as is needed to keep you safe and comfortable until you're able to recover. And it isn't because he cares about you. It's all in memory of your parents, it's all to honor them and the promise he made to keep you safe for them.

But no good deed can go unpunished, right? So Bailey takes some payment from you. You can't do anything. Not like you are. Nothing but to lie there and take him as he uses your mouth and ass to get off. It's fine, he'll tell himself. Because you're his sister, but he doesn't really care about you.

He does, though. He cares a lot. Otherwise he never would have honored your parent's promise so much. He needs to feel close to you when you're like this. Needs to be able to feel how warm your skin is, see how your chest rises and falls with your breathing.

He swears to himself that he'll stop fucking you once you're awake. It's dangerous to have someone like you know a weakness of his. You're just small. Innocent. Useless against people who would want to harm you...

And the urges don't go away. Now he's had a taste of his dear darling sister, he can't help but to want more. So he takes it. He calls her over to the orphanage, has her sit in his lap while he strokes her hair and tells her what to do if she doesn't want to end up back in hospital. Just drop your panties, pull your skirt up, and let him sit you down on his dick so he can take your virginity.

After all he does, it's deserved. He was meant to have this. And you don't cry as much as he thought you would. He likes your cunt better. Likes how wet it can get, likes how it feels when you cum on his cock.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad decision. If he can keep you quiet, that is.

[noxiousaffection]

Miss-

Please spare som cooch 👀

Dragon Bailey Smut?

/fem reader?

Cream pie?

Wasn't really sure how to format this, but it branches off into two different endings, depending on if you want oviposition or knotting. Hope works out well?

(DoL relationships; dubcon; hybrids; biting; f!reader; m!Bailey; oral sex, reader receiving; vaginal penetration, reader receiving; oviposition and cervix penetration in one part, knotting and belly bulge in a different part; proprobably safe to say its got some hentai logic so bear with me; bit ooc but what isn't on this blog at this point?)

Bailey catches himself watching you, again. He doesn't know why his eyes have kept getting drawn to you so often as of late. Or why his wings twitch at the sound of your voice. 

He puts it down to boredom. Anything would be better than filling out paperwork. Even watching you water the garden. 

It probably helps that you're nice to look at. That the setting sun is outlining your features in soft golden light. That the school skirt you're wearing has seen better days, its tattered hem fluttering against your bare thighs in the breeze. 

Bailey tears his eyes off you. Paperwork. He has to finish this stupid fucking paperwork. Then he can spend the afternoon at his flat before returning to the orphanage for the night to keep perverts from trying to break in. 

It was amazing how many fools will try to break in when they know the dragon hybrid protects the place. He's sent more than one creep running off to Nightingale Street with burns and broken bones. 

A laugh from the garden brings his gaze back out the window. Ah, Robin has joined you, great. Now he has two brats distracting him. Robin says something Bailey can’t hear and you laugh again. Bailey frowns, something in his chest twisting at the sight. 

He looks back down at his desk. Paperwork. Finish the fucking paperwork. 

Bailey doesn't finish his paperwork. He never makes it to his apartment. He ends up staring at the papers spread across his desk, not processing anything his eyes land on. 

He can't concentrate. Maybe he's coming down with something. Maybe he needs a break from this place. Whatever the reason, Bailey finds himself roaming the halls of the orphanage. 

The halls feel hot, stuffy. Does he need to look into the vent system or something? Would be just his luck that the vents needed replacing. 

The heat is worse outside your room; a strong, sweet scent coming from under your door. The fuck are you doing in there? Making stimulants or something? That would explain the low heat igniting in Bailey’s stomach as he stands outside your room, inhaling deeply. 

He doesn’t bother knocking before opening the door, why would he? It’s his orphanage. Maybe if he had, it would have given you time to cover yourself. Instead, Bailey gets treated to a clear view of your fingers delving into your cunt.

You scramble to cover yourself but it’s too late, the sight of you spread out triggers something in Bailey. A primal instinct that he hasn’t felt in years. Hasn’t felt since he was a teenager. Before he had money. Before he got established. Before he could afford the private doctors and the ridiculously expensive suppressants for dragon hybrids. 

Rut. He’s going into rut for the first time in fucking years. Because of you.

Bailey’s across the room in seconds, tugging off his clothes as he goes. You try to escape him, but there’s nowhere to go as he spreads his wings, keeping you trapped on the bed. You end up cowering with your back pressed to the wall as Bailey crawls onto the bed, grabbing one of your ankles in a clawed hand and yanking you back to him. 

Your breath catches in your throat as the caretaker looms over you. He’s so big. Somehow you’d never noticed just how small you were compared to him. Or how strong he was, spreading your legs with ease, even as you try to struggle free. 

“Brat,” he growls, smoke starting to leak from his mouth.  

You let out a soft whimper at his words, his tail coming up to stroke through your soaked folds, the tip pausing to tease your entrance. You can’t help the moan that’s pulled from your throat as the tip of his tail dips into you. It’s so hot, the scales on his body radiating heat, but it feels good. Unconsciously, you try to rock into him, whining as his tail pulls out of you, the pointed tip flicking upward and catching your clit. You’d been so close to your end when Bailey had interrupted you, the embarrassment of getting caught and the fear that it had been Bailey to catch you mixing into your already abundant arousal in a way that’s left your head spinning. It’s all you can do to keep yourself from grinding against him. Not that you really could, with the way he was keeping your thighs pinned.

“Mine,” his words are somehow even more guttural than before, sending a sharp spike of arousal through you. His eyes have taken on an eerie glow as he watches you, squirming in his grip. 

He hasn't felt the urge to mate in years, something the universe seems to have taken offense to. Everything feels far more intense than he remembers. The heat scorching through his body is nearly painful. He can feel it building in him, settling in his groin. You feel almost cold compared to his burning skin, making something in the back of his head whisper about warming you up.

Bailey tightens his grip on your thighs, reveling in the way you whine as his claws sink into your delicate skin. 

"Don't move."

You nod weakly and he grins, giving your thighs another quick squeeze before letting them go. He waits for a moment, making sure you follow his orders, before shifting down the bed. He rests with his head between your legs, spreading your folds to look at your hole. He strokes your entrance, watching as your hole flutters in desperation to be filled. Bailey can't help but groan, sinking a finger into your wet heat. “So fucking small,” he twists his finger, gently hooking it into a spot on your insides that makes you gasp. “You’re going to feel amazing on my cock.” 

You whine as he continues to stroke your walls before slipping out of you. Gasping, you feel Bailey's hot breath on your pussy, your only warning before his long, serpentine tongue runs through your folds. You fist the sheets under you, trying to stay still as his tongue swirls around your clit. He dips down, prodding at your hole with his tongue before pressing his face against you, pushing his tongue in as far as he can go. He thumbs your clit as his tongue teases your insides, seeking out every sensitive spot inside you with disturbing accuracy. You arch off the bed, thighs snapping to either side of his head as you cum. Bailey keeps going, lapping at your cunt until you try to squirm away from him.

“Told you not to move,” he mutters as he pulls away, moving back up your body. You don't get much of a chance to catch your breath before Bailey's mouth is pressed against yours. You can taste yourself on Bailey's tongue. 

Bailey braces himself, a forearm pressed into the bed next to your head. It's painful, in a way, fingering open the slit between his leg and coaxing his cock out. It's too much. Everything is too much. Your scent, your warmth, the heat that continues to rage inside him. Too impatient to slow down, to be gentle even with himself. Each twist of his own fingers inside him makes Bailey’s hips jerk, letting out tiny sounds that he makes you swallow. It's with a sigh of relief that his cock finally unsheathes fully, resing wet and heavy against your thigh as he finally breaks the kiss and lets you breathe. 

You yelp as you feel the tapered tip prod at your cunt. It's hot, inhumanly so. You try to say something, anything. Anything that will make Bailey stop, if only for a moment. 

You don't. You can't. Not as he starts to sink into you. The only sound you can make is a strangled whine as Bailey's cock stretches you out. You try to find something to hold onto and end up with a hand on his shoulder, nails digging into the scales there, the other squeezing one of his horns. 

Bailey was right. You feel amazing. Soft, warm, and wet. He slides in so fucking easy; like you're made for this, made to take his cock to the hilt, made for him. It takes everything he has not to just start hammering away the moment he bottoms out. Everything in him screams for him to move, but he wants to savor it. All of it. You spread out under him, always the best-looking brat. The way you clench around him, as if you’re begging him to move.

Pressing his hand to your lower stomach, he can feel himself inside you. You squirm as he adds pressure, but his tail wraps around one of your legs, yanking you to him, making sure you can’t pull away. It’s then that he starts to move, tail around your leg and hand pressing down on your stomach, the other on your hip. 

You can barely think past each brutal thrust, eyes rolling back as Bailey savages your cunt. It’s hot. His cock is hot. Almost burning in its intensity. You can feel it, each tiny movement, the way it twitches in time with the sounds you can’t keep back. A fleeting fear of Bailey actually burning your insides crosses your mind, but any thought is hard to hold onto as Bailey's hips meet yours again. It feels like your mind is melting as each movement brings a new wave of pleasure coursing through you. Bailey’s cock is far from normal, longer and hotter than any human’s, but it hits every spot in you that makes your eyes cross. 

Bailey’s wings unfurl behind him, half flapping in your cramped bedroom in an attempt to drive him even further into you. He’s starting to lose his rhythm, hips stuttering, swearing under his breath. You just feel so good, too good. He’s going to cum far too early for his own liking, but all his willpower is spent, used up in keeping himself from tearing you apart the moment his rut hit. Bailey presses his mouth to your shoulder in something of a mock kiss, his lips burning where they meet your skin. You can feel smoke pouring from his mouth as he licks at your skin, teeth grazing your flesh. A promise, of sorts, though only Bailey knows that.

[Oviposition]

Dragon hybrid biology might have been covered in science class, but you can’t recall. If it had, you’d know what was coming next. You let out a strangled sound of surprise as Bailey’s ovipositor starts to slide forward as he nears his end, pressure building in you as it rubs against your cervix. Your mouth drops into a silent scream as the ovipositor pierces your womb, the brief flare of pain quickly doused as liquid starts to spill into your womb and numbs you with pleasure.

Your orgasm rips through you, hard and sudden, spurred on by the fluids spilling from Bailey’s ovipositor. You can feel something traveling through Bailey and into you, helped along by constrictions of your body. Yet, the pleasure keeps you so blissed out that you barely even register what’s happening, just that you feel so incredibly full. 

Bailey groans in the back of his throat as each egg slips free, tongue lolling from his mouth, licking messily against your shoulder where he keeps his mouth pressed. You taste good, too. 

Smell good. Feel good. Taste good. Good mate. Perfect.

“Treasure.”

Bailey’s not even aware of how he growls the word against your skin as he starts to cum, his seed flooding you. 

 It’s hot, nearly scorching your insides. You think you can feel every single drop as Bailey fills you up. Another scrape of Bailey’s teeth against your skin is the only warning you get before he bites down, latching onto your shoulder. The burning of his teeth barely registers through everything else, a minor sting. Later, it’ll scar. Later, you’ll probably regret staying still, not fighting back or hitting Bailey or trying to pull him off you. At the moment, though? You moan, crane your neck to the side and pull him closer by his horn. 

Finally, Bailey stills. 

The only sound is your ragged breathing as Bailey pulls back. Even still plugged with his cock, you can feel his seed leaking out of you. The moment his cock pulls free, you can feel his cum pouring out of you. Just as you think it’s over, clawed fingers start pushing the cum back into your sore hole. You lay on the bed, too tired to even fight Bailey as he sits between your legs, dark eyes laser-focused on where he’s fingering his seed back into your pussy.

He stops. You let out a tiny sigh as he detangles himself from you, bed creaking as he stands. All he can think is how pretty you look like that, completely fucked out, swollen with his eggs.

Wait, eggs? Those shouldn't exist. His ovipositor should have released the fluids to keep you pliant and too dumb with pleasure to resist him, but nothing else. No eggs. Not a clutch. A clutch that he might have just fertilized. 

Fuck.  

Later. He'll worry about that later. First, he needs to get you… something. Blankets? Pillows? Something. It's easier to listen to those impulses, the ones telling him to make you comfortable, than try fighting them. 

Bailey barely remembers to grab his discarded pants before leaving you on your bed, wandering back to his own room in a daze. It's late enough that Bailey doesn't bump into anyone as he makes his way back to your room, half-dressed and carrying the blankets he'd stripped from his bed. 

You're asleep when he returns, which is fine by him. Means you won't fight him as he lays down next to you in your cramped bed, a wing folding over you and his tail curling around you.

[Knotting]

Dragon hybrid biology might have been covered in science class, but you can't recall. Maybe then you would have some idea of what was coming next. You let out a strangled sound of surprise as something starts to catch at your hole. 

Bailey’s knot.

"T-too big," you gasp. "W-won't, ah, f-fit."

Bailey shudders at your words. You sound so weak, scared. Adorable.

"It will," he growls, continuing to grind against you, bullying your hole with his knot.

Your mouth drops into a silent scream as your muscles give, stretching to accept the knot into your body. It's that sharp mix of pain and pleasure that causes your second orgasm to crash over you, hard and sudden.  

Bailey groans in the back of his throat as you tighten around his length, tongue lolling from his mouth, licking messily against your shoulder where he keeps his mouth pressed. You taste good, too. 

Smell good. Feel good. Taste good. Good mate. Perfect.

“Treasure.”

Bailey’s not even aware of how he growls the word against your skin as he starts to cum, his seed flooding you. You're too blissed out to really notice the way your stomach swells slightly as Bailey's cum fills you. All you know is that you feel so incredibly full. 

And it’s hot, Bailey's cum. Nearly scorching your insides. You think you can feel every single drop as Bailey fills you up. Another scrape of Bailey’s teeth against your skin is the only warning you get before he bites down, latching onto your shoulder. The burning of his teeth barely registers through everything else, a minor sting. Later, it’ll scar. Later, you’ll probably regret staying still, not fighting back or hitting Bailey or trying to pull him off you. At the moment, though? You moan, crane your neck to the side and pull him closer by his horn.

Finally, Bailey stills.

The only sound is your ragged breathing as Bailey pulls back. Even still plugged with his cock, you can feel his seed leaking out of you.

You look pretty like this, all fucked out and cum brained; belly swollen, full of his cum. 

Stuck on his knot. 

Fuck. 

He's stuck. 

At least you're in no position to try to fight him as he picks up your limp body, making himself comfortable on your bed as he waits for his knot to go down. Bailey ends up on his back, wings folded over you as you lay on his chest. It's a far more intimate position than he would like, but it's one that lets him stretch out fully. 

At this angle, he can see the still bloody mark on your shoulder. A mating mark. His mark. Bailey wasn't thinking when he did that, driven purely by instinct. But it’s there. Permanently. 

Later. He'll worry about it later. After catching a few hours of sleep. 

[noxiousaffection]

how dol npcs react to you having a panic attack

i feel like this doesn’t quite capture the whole story, so i’ll probably flush it out when i have time later. have this rough draft for now, though.

how do they feel?

genuinely concerned: Robin, high-love Eden, Kylar, Black Wolf, Great Hawk, Alex, Sydney, Landry, all the teachers, Morgan, Gwylan, Wren

concerned but not cause they care about you: Avery, Bailey, Briar, Leighton, Remy

indifferent: Whitney, Eden, Avery, Bailey, Harper, Briar, Leighton,

annoyed: Whitney, low-love Eden, Avery, Black Wolf, Bailey, Morgan, Remy

annoyed but specifically cause they realized they care about you: Whitney, Avery, Bailey, Remy

how do they actually respond?

comforts you: Robin, Kylar, high-love Avery, Great Hawk, Alex, Sydney, Harper, Briar, Leighton, Landry, all the teachers, Morgan, Gwylan, high-love Remy, Wren

uses your vulnerability to manipulate you: Kylar, Avery, Harper, Leighton, Morgan, Remy

has no idea what to do: Whitney, Eden, Kylar, Black Wolf, Alex, Landry, Gwylan, Wren

does nothing: Whitney, Eden, Avery, Black Wolf, Alex, Bailey, Briar, Landry, Leighton, Morgan, Remy, Wren

somehow makes it worse: Whitney, Kylar, Avery, Black Wolf, Bailey, Briar, Leighton, Morgan, Remy

joins you: traumatized Robin, Kylar

and just for fun

good chance they caused it: Whitney, Eden, Kylar, Avery, Bailey, Harper, Briar, Leighton, Morgan, Remy

derived some sort of sick pleasure from it: Whitney, Bailey, high-rage Avery, Harper, Briar, Leighton, Morgan

[noxiousaffection]

Maybe PC walks in on F/GN!LIs masturbating?

(DoL relationships; low confidence Robin got a wee bit angsty; went for F!LIs because I so rarely get to write for all the girls💕; slight dubcon themes)

Alex

Alex hasn't seen you in a while.

You rush off every morning, intent on getting to school on time.

Misses holding you against her at night, cuddling during the early hours of the morning.

It's fine. School is important to you. Alex gets it. She's not going to force you to stay on the farm or anything.

But, sometimes, like last night, you wouldn't come home. You'd stay in town.

And she misses you.

Sliding a hand between your legs. The cute, little half-awake sounds you make when she starts to toy with you.

How you'd return the favor.

...The farm work can wait a little longer.

But only a little. Just rub one out real quick and then hop in the shower.

If she tries, she can imagine it's not her own calloused fingers stroking her clit, but yours. That it's your hand creeping up over her stomach, over her chest, tweaking a nipple.

She lets out a frustrated groan of your name as she tries to mimic the way your tongue would flick at her clit, but it's hard to do with her fingers.

"Need help?"

Alex nearly screams when she hears your voice.

You laugh, joining her on the bed and tucking your head between her legs.

Alex has barely any time to process what's happening before you're lapping at her clit, your hands on her hips keeping her still. All she can do is twist her fists into the sheets as you quickly pull her over the edge and she cums into your mouth.

Alex is blushing as red as her hair when you pull away, some of her slick shining on your lips.

Avery

Avery doesn't like waiting.

She does enough waiting as it. Has to wait all week to have a good time. Has to wait until the evenings to even see you, her favorite plaything. Has to wait until the end of the night to ride your face.

Now she's having to wait, again.

She had told you to go on up to the room and wait for her, where the fuck were you? You weren't waiting on the bed like normal, nor were you in the bathroom or out on the balcony.

She's losing her patience. The worse part is the ache between her legs. Avery's so used to having you squirming under her, grinding on your thigh and making you beg for some pleasure of your own, that she's inadvertently conditioned herself.

It's with a bitter sigh that Avery hikes up the skirt of her dress and shimmies out of her panties.

Idly, she starts to circle her clit with one of her fingers.

She'll have to punish you, more than just withholding a couple hundred pounds. No, not when you've made her this frustrated.

God, you better not have run off. She'd have to pick you up on the streets, like a common whore. Get you in the back of her car and make you apologize on your knees.

What would you do for her forgiveness? She's sure she could get you to beg, but what else?

She lets her eyes shut as her mind drifts from scenario to scenario.

Her favorite is the one she's been considering for a while, making you wear a toy all day. Have you sit in the back of her car, legs spread, holding your knees to your chest as she pushed it inside. Made sure it nudges against a lovely, sensitive spot inside you. Test out the vibration settings while you writhe under her. Get you right to the edge of bliss before shutting it off and sending you off to your classes. Have you check in throughout the day. Send her pictures of your damp underwear, audio of you begging Avery to let you cum. Make you call her during lunch so she can listen to you whine as she fiddles with the controls. Pick you back up after school, all needy and desperate. Sitting in the backseat while you kneel between her legs.

Avery's so lost in her fantasies that she doesn't hear the soft click of the hotel door unlocking. It's the startled gasp that alerts her to your presence.

Your face is burning as you stare at where Avery's hand is between her legs, seemingly unaware as you lick your lips.

Avery clears her throat, and your eyes snap to hers.

"S-sorry. Someone grabbed me in the lobby. Thought I was a new staff member coming in late? Just...just got away. Didn't want to be rude. I..." Your eyes travel back down Avery's body. "Let me make it up to you, Avery."

Eden

Eden hates when you're away from the cabin for so long.

She's used to the isolation living in the forest brings, but it's frustrating. Especially since you accepted your role as her spouse. She's not alone anymore. So, why is her bed cold?

Makes her regret ever giving you permission to leave the cabin, let alone go off to town.

Eden rolls in bed, pressing her face into your pillow. It still smells like you, at least. There are some times when you spend so few nights in the cabin, your scent fades from the fabric. Maybe she should make that a new rule, you have to spend the night a certain amount of times per week.

Then she could have you make her breakfast in the morning. She could have you for breakfast in the morning.

She always loved the small jump you did when she pined you to the counter and whispered in your ear how she changed her mind. How you'd grind back against her. How you looked at her, eyes full of want.

Eden knows she's not the best-looking woman around, but, in those moments, it was easy to forget her scars and muscles.

And when you look up at her, tongue on her clit and fingers petting her insides, it's easy to pretend you'd never leave her.

Yet here she is, alone in her bed, hand between her legs and face in your pillow.

Getting herself off isn't the same as fucking you, but it'll have to do for the time being.

Of course, it's right then that the cabin door bangs open. She scrambles to grab her gun, only to falter when she realizes it's you.

It doesn't take you long to piece together what Eden was doing, yet you don't get a chance to do anything before Eden is across the room, knocking you to the floor and pulling your clothes off.

She's rough, as always, chasing her own pleasure. It's not long before she cums, shuddering against you.

"I need you here. Don't forget that."

You give a dazed nod as Eden drags you to bed.

Kylar

Kylar is in heaven.

This is heaven.

She's in your room! In your bed!

And you invited her here!

She didn't have to sneak in, crawl in through your window. No, you walked her in yourself! Had held her hand while pulling her through the streets, told her to make herself comfortable while you ducked into the bathroom real quick.

Sitting on your bed and hugging your pillow to her chest, Kylar has to resist the urge to press her thighs together.

You'd be back soon, right? She doesn't want you to kick her out for being weird or creepy or any of those other things people called her in the school halls.

But, you invited her here for this, right? And, what if, what if she screws up? What if you never invited her back?

Maybe...maybe she could, before you got back? Get herself off while in your bed, in your sheets, surrounded by your scent, invited here willingly?

And she's so wet already. It's almost embarrassing how just looking at you gets her wet.

And oh god there's going to be a wet spot on your bed anyway because you told her not to wear panties.

So what does it matter if she slips a hand between her legs and starts to frantically pump two fingers into her cunt? Grinds her thumb to her clit? She's already so close. She could definitely finish before you come back.

She pressed the pillow closer to her chest, pretending it's your body against hers.

The movement causes your sheets to move, and that's how she sees it. Pink and white striped cloth tucked away in your bed.

Panties. The panties she'd taken off and given you. In your bed.

Kylar cums, hard, your name on her lips.

"Quite the show."

Kylar squeaks as she finally notices you. How long had you been there? How could she possibly not notice you?

Then the fear sets in.

Do you hate her? Think she's disgusting?

She flinches as you cross the room, again when the bed dips under your weight.

But she doesn't try to squirm away as you pin her down.

"Think you can do it again?"

Kylar is in heaven.

Robin

Robin knows you're not home. You're never home at this time. She's heard a few rumors about you, going into a shady building in the industrial district. Of the things that happen in there. Of things you do.

She's thought of going down there, walking you home, but she just can't work up the nerve to do it.

But, she can do this.

Slip into your room when you're not home. Lay in your bed

Press a pillow between her legs.

She shouldn't do this. She knows she shouldn't.

Yet, here she is. Again. Face burning as she tentatively moves against the pillow.

Does it make you dream of her? When she does this? When she humps your pillow and cums on it, when it dries and you can't see any evidence of her visits, do you still think of her?

She just misses you. If you weren't gone all the time, she wouldn't be doing this, she's sure.

If you weren't gone all the time...if you weren't earning money for Bailey...weren't coving her debt.

You're too good for her. She knows that.

You must hate her. Having to do god knows what just to make sure you both stay safe.

This will be the last time. She'll only do this one more time. Then leave you alone.

You'd hate her for sure if you ever found out. She just needs this last time. Then she'll stop. She'll keep to herself. She'll only bother you at school or in the garden. Places you could leave if you wanted. Won't force you to spend all your time with her but she'll still get to see you. Still get to hear your voice. Still see flashes of your collar bones when your shirt dipped, catch slivers of your stomach when the hem lifted.

"Thought my pillow smelled different."

Robin falls off the pillow. She nearly falls off your bed altogether, but you keep her from doing so.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." It's the only thing Robin can say, heart beating so loud she can hardly hear her own voice as he babbles out apology after apology.

You grin, straddling Robin where she lays splayed out on your bed.

Leaning down, your nose brushed against Robin's. "Don't apologize. I like it."

She thinks her heart stops beating as you press your mouth to hers.

Sydney

She's never done this before.

She shouldn't start now, either.

Sirris always said it was natural, but the temple...the temple would condemn her actions.

Sydney can't help it though! It feels weird, this aching in between her legs. An ache that comes to life every time she sees you. An ache that grows in intensity each and every time.

It helps, a little, to press against her vagina through her chastity belt.

But not by much.

No one is in the library, so no one is around to witness her struggles.

No one is around to see her try to slip her fingers under her chastity belt.

Her fingers are clumsy, can hardly get a good angle to touch her clit. It feels weird and good and oh, she wishes it was you.

Bad. That's bad. She shouldn't think about you like that. Shouldn't think about you while doing this.

But the thought of you makes her ache more, makes her near shiver.

Sydney near screams as she feels a hand grab her waist, her body pulled back and pressed against another's. She's about to lash out when she hears your voice.

"Let me help, angel."

Bad. This is bad. Shouldn't do this. Shouldn't let you.

She doesn't stop you.

It's just as awkward for you to try to get under her chastity belt,, but it feels so much better than her own fingers.

She leans back against you, whining as you rub her clit, pressure building in her.

She doesn't last long. She knew she wouldn't.

It doesn't matter. All that matters is your mouth on her neck and the sweet words your whisper into her skin.

Whitney

She hates this.

She fucking hates this.

Whitney does not like masturbating.

This is why she has a slut.

Yet, where is her slut?

Fucking missing. All goddamn day.

Not that she's been looking, or anything. But the odds of her not bumping into you at least once? Slim to none.

Fuck you. She doesn't need you to get off.

She doesn't.

Yet you're the first thing she thinks of as she tries to quickly jerk off in a bathroom stall.

Squirming under her as she grinds on her thigh. On your knees, mouth on her cunt as you messily eat her out. How your lips taste when you kiss her, her slick coating your mouth. Spread out under her as she has her fun.

Tracing tight circles around her clit, Whitney lets out a groan of your name.

The creek of the bathroom door opening doesn't cause her movements to falter.

But your voice does.

"Whitney? Thought I heard you in here? Your friends said you were looking for me?"

She's quick to pull you into the stall with her, forcing you to your knees.

Not that you really fight her, faint smile on your face at the realization of what Whitney was doing. Of what she was doing to the thought of you.

Of course, that smile is hard to keep with a mouth full of Whitney's pussy. Just how she likes you.

Maybe she's trained you too well, maybe she was more worked up than she thought. Either way, your tongue brings her to her end, fast and hard.

Don't try to joke about it. She's not in a good mood and will take it out on you.

[noxiousaffection]

Pov: You're in a detention.

[noxiousaffection]

dol school love interests + wren and alex and what i think their favorite childhood series would have been

Robin: Magic Tree House

A Series of Unfortunate Events was a good contender, but it just hit too close to home. Don’t get them wrong, the books were good, but if they wanted to read about a miserable orphan coping with a shitty caretaker, they’d just write an autobiography.

Thoroughly read through every single book in the series, not just once or twice, but eight times. They could probably recite whole passages from memory. Orphans, especially under Bailey’s care, aren’t afforded entertainment, thus find ways to dissociate from their miserable existence busy their minds. Robin would have lost it years ago without these books.

It was pure chance that they discovered this particular series. Specifically, they selected a book at random from their middle school library, which also just so happensd to be the first of the series.

Whitney: Harry Potter

Now this may come to as a surprise, but Whitney is a diehard Harry Potter fan. I can feel it in my bones. However, let’s make one thing clear, this is not, nor will ever be, common knowledge. Even juvenile Whitney had a reputation to uphold, even if that reputation was just of him being an insufferable, half-pint delinquent.

Owns an abundance of merch, none of which they openly display. As if they’re into that bippity boppity boo bullshit, they’re not a nerd. Shut up before they make you. Now, if you were to somehow find your way into their closet, you may that it stores anything but clothes.

Vehemently loathes the golden trio, Harry Potter himself more specifically. Any clown foolish enough to express fondness for that assfuck orphan, his brain dead dog, and the know-it-all bitch within Whitney’s ear shot shall find themself befallen a great travesty.

Kylar: Warrior Cats

Talk about a fanatic; this is no mere phase, it’s a life long commitment. When you enter a relationship with Kylar, you also enter a non-negotiable relationship with their precious books. Has been attached to this series since primary school and will continue to be for the foreseeable future.

Randomly makes various cat noises. (i.e. hisses at people who get too close to you, meows for your attention, purrs when you give them affection, etc.) Do it back. Seriously, do it. Instantly turns them on.

Unironically calls you their mate.

Please roleplay with them. Please.

Somehow always got a hold of every book before release. Their parents aren’t afraid to abuse their power for their precious baby.

Has not and will not ever read a single page of Erin Hunter’s spin-off series Survivor. Canines are the enemy; they’re no traitor.

Sydney: Dear America

Honestly, I remember very little about these books, but if what little memory remains stand to be true, then I just know little Sydney was obsessed. Outside of the temple, their passion for these historical works of fiction remains unparalleled even to this day.

For as long as they’ve been a library assistant, the series never seems to be available to be checked out. Sydney denies all allegations.

Owns a hardback copy of every single book, spin-offs included.

Wren: Goosebumps

In truth, Wren isn’t much of a reader (never having finished even a single book outside of school), but these books hold a special place in their heart.

Each book is the perfect length for this young smuggler’s near nonexistent attention span; a reliable source for those short bursts of dopamine they crave.

It’s not that they don’t like reading, per say, just that they’re dyslexic. Reading becomes a chore when you’re chasing words down on a page.

Their favorite books of all time would have to be Go Eat Worms and The Egg Monster From Mars. I have no good explanations for these, just vibes and a dash of projection.

Alex: Captain Underpants

I’m not quite sure how they first got a hold of the series, but they were hooked almost instantaneously. Their parents were more than happy to fund their latest fascination.

They hate reading, but they can get behind comics. They much prefer pictures to words and comics are chock-full of pictures.

If given the chance, I imagine they would have enjoyed Diary of A Wimpy Kid just as much.

Nowadays, the only thing Alex reads is the shampoo bottle label when they’re taking a shit.

[noxiousaffection]

First time meetin eden:

*gets pinned on the ground* omg you haven't even bought me dinner yet ahaha

This one’s not buying you shit lmfao.

Gift giving never seems to be Eden’s love language. They get annoyed when you buy things for them, it’s a waste of money.

And so is buying dinner. However, having you eat the food they made? That, Eden likes. It’s similar to having their fluids in you, their collar on your neck, their hand-print on your ass. It’s a way of owning you, it’s a way of showing how they take care of you and can provide in a way unique to them.

Because anyone could buy you food. But only they can give you a home-cooked meal, made to their tastes, with the freshest ingredients and personally hunted game. And maybe they’ll feed it to you with you on their lap.

[noxiousaffection]

can i request bailey being a tsundere towards the pc?

They don’t like you.

They refuse to like you.

Liking people only gets Bailey hurt in the long run. Liking one of their own brats would make things worse. 

So, they ignore you. 

They shove past you in the halls. 

They only say as many words as they absolutely have to when they talk to you. 

They avoid going into the garden when you're out there, even if it is their favorite place to smoke. 

It works, for a while. 

Bailey can go on pretending that they don't have a soft spot for you.

And you get to be blissfully unaware about said soft spot. 

Until you miss a payment. 

Bailey’s surprised when tears well up in your eyes at their appearance. Sure, they’re intimidating, but they’ve never elicited such a reaction from you before. It’s when you whimper out that you don’t have the money that Bailey understands, a pit forming in their stomach. 

They sigh, running a hand through their hair before they gesture for you to follow them. 

They don't bother to make sure you follow. They hope you don't, honestly. If you don't follow them, it'll give them an excuse to get rough with you. 

But you follow. Slink into their office behind them and shut the door when they tell you to. 

You're shaking by this point, can’t look Bailey in the eye, heart beating so loud you can’t hear a word they say.

It’s only when Bailey sits behind their desk and pulls out a stack of papers that you snap out of it.

“W-what?”

Bailey’s eyes narrow, “Were you ignoring me?”

“No! I just, I was, I didn’t mean-”

Bailey waves a hand dismissively and your mouth shuts with an audible click.

“Go through these. Make sure every blank is filled.”

Bailey can see the gears turning in your head. They know you’ve probably heard what they do to the brats who don’t pay, how they get taken out of the orphanage with bags on their heads and on a lead of rope. 

And here they are, having you do paperwork for them.

You’re smart enough not to question it, taking the papers and sitting quietly on the sofa in the corner. 

After you finish sorting through the papers, Bailey sends you out with a warning not to say anything about your punishment and a reminder of how much you owe them next week. 

They’re surprised when you show up the next afternoon, asking if you could maybe do some more paperwork in exchange for lowing your payments. 

It goes against their better judgment, really. They’ve been operating on the idea that avoiding you is their best course of action. But, well, it was nice, having you in their office yesterday. Calming, almost. 

And fuck if it wasn't nice that they didn't have to waste time checking over those papers. 

So, they let you in. 

They still shove past you in the halls, still mutter swears and threats under their breath, still avoids you outside of their office as much as they can. 

But inside their office? They're quiet. A silence that becomes more comfortable, familiar, with each of your visits. 

And Bailey can sneak looks at you while you go through whatever paperwork they've given you. 

If sometimes they think about you sitting at their feet? Leaning back against their legs, head resting against their thigh? Their hand running over your hair while you each do your own work? Well, those thoughts are a bit harder to push away than they'd like to admit, but it doesn't stop them from letting you back into their office and handing you a stack of papers day after day. 

[noxiousaffection]

Sirris slowly developing feelings for you as you work, helping put the shop together. You are so enjoyable to talk with and you've made Sydney so happy. Bit it was weird if your parent had a crush on your friend. They try to stop thinking of you that way, but they just can't. Their feelings warp to lust, and soon they find themselves thinking of you between their thighs, asking "Mx. Sirris, are you enjoying yourself?" They're furiously masturbating at the thought of you and the cum from their toy, and for the first time, they brush their hair out of their face and toss it to the side with an unsatisfied huff. They now pick you for demonstrations a bit more. They take just a bit longer to look at you. Just let them think of you. That will be enough, right?

[noxiousaffection]

fem kylar knows exactly how to soothe your raging period cramps

⚠️ cw: period cunnilingus, kylar being gross, slight dubcon ⚠️

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If you were to ask Kylar what she loved most about you, she wouldn’t be able to choose. She loves all of you; your laugh, your hair, how you walk, and especially your scent. Nothing turns her on more than your natural scent. She knows it well, has it ingrained to memory. Oh, she just can’t enough of it, can’t get enough of you.

A low groan that sounds an awful lot like you has her offering a discreet, yet curious, glance in your direction. You’re clutching your stomach, brows scrunched, and staring blankly at your desk. It’s not until you reposition your legs and an all too familiar scent tickles her nose that it clicks.

Dropping her pencil, her hand shoots up to stifle a moan. It’s almost too much for her. What a pathetic display that would be, coming undone from just your smell alone. It’s not her fault, though. She can’t help herself when it comes to you. You just smell so good right now.

She instinctively clenches her thighs together, desperately wishing she could stick her hands between them. It’s tantalizing, being mere inches from the source of her arousal and unable to satiate her thirst. Doren’s monologue offers no reprieve from her titillating thoughts.

She almost misses when Doren asks the class if anyone would mind escorting you to the nurse, thoroughly distracted by the ache between her thighs. Her chair scrapes harshly against the classroom floor with how fast she shoots up to volunteer. She’d be a fool to pass up on this.

Gingerly taking your hand, she guides you out to the hall. With just the two of you, your scent overwhelms her senses and she’s hardly able to contain her excitement.

“Ah, sorry for dragging you along. I’m having the worst cramps right now. I think there are bees waging war in my uterus, ya know?” You offer her a light smile and Kylar’s heart leaps in her chest.

You’re so perfect it hurts. You must be doing this on purpose, must know what you’re doing to her. She bets you planned this all out, planned to rile her up like this. Don’t worry, she’ll be a good girlfriend and give you exactly what you want. It’s only fair, you deserve it for being so good to her.

She hastens her steps, all but dragging you behind her. She can’t wait any longer, she needs you now. You need her too. She can help you, you can help each other.

“Hey, Kylar, we passed the nurse’s office.” She knows. “Kylar, where are we going? Where are you taking me?” You’ll see.

“Kylar, why are we in the bathroom?”

Kylar finally looks back at you, hand still wrapped snuggly around your wrist. She wants to touch more of you, all of you. She wants to feel you inside and out, that way you’ll really be hers.

“I can make you feel better.” Her voice is low and breathy as she corners you between the sink and herself. The porcelain is smooth against her palms, but nowhere near as smooth as your skin. Eyes locked onto her target, she’s practically vibrating with excitement.

“I don’t follow.” You sound confused, but that doesn’t make sense. You planned this all out, after all. You must be pretending not to know, then. That’s okay, Kylar can play along. She didn’t know you liked to roleplay; she’ll keep it in mind for later.

She falls to her knees, never losing eye contact. “I heard that orgasms can relieve period cramps. You trust me, don’t you? Let me help you.”

Your eyes are blown wide with disbelief, face reddening even before she finishes talking. Kylar wonders what you’re thinking. She hopes she’s doing this right, she’s never roleplayed before. You can help her practice, though. You’re nice like that.

You fumble your words, unable to form a complete sentence. “I-I don’t…that’s…uh…” You’re such a good actor, she almost forgot you were pretending. You really are perfect at everything, aren’t you?

She barely registers her next words, too drunk off your scent to control herself anymore. “You make me feel so good all the time, let me return the favor. I wanna make you feel good, wanna spoil you. Please?” With pleading eyes like those, how could you possibly say no?

You don’t stop her when she plants her hands on your hips, nor do you push her away when she nuzzles her face into your skirt and inhales deeply. She wouldn’t have let you anyway. You have to finish what you started now.

She sits there for a moment before deciding that breathing you in simply not enough. She needs more. She needs to be closer, has to be.

She begins to tug at your skirt waistband when your sweet voice grabs her attention. “Wait!” You aren’t planning on asking her to stop, are you? That would be too cruel. “Shouldn’t we…uhm…take this to a stall?” Oh. That’s all? Kylar knew you wouldn’t do that to her, you love her too much. You haven’t said it yet, but moments like these are all that she needs to know it.

She doesn’t respond, only grips more tightly onto your hips. A dirty part of her hopes somebody walks in. She wants everybody to know you’re hers and she yours. You don’t think you can convince her, so you don’t bother asking again.

Your skirt soon hangs limply around your left ankle, Kylar takes her time to observe your panties. You’re wearing her favorite pair, now she’s certain you planned this out.

Time seems to slow as she works your panties down your legs. She wants to savor this moment forever, wants to memorize every little detail; how the fabric contrasts against your skin, how the flickering bathroom lights illuminate your flushed face, how your breath hitches slightly when she gently tugs out your tampon, everything.

She silently reminds herself not to forget your tampon, a memorabilia of this euphoric occasion. She doesn’t carry a plastic baggie on her person at all times for nothing, you know? It’s not that she minds getting messy, just that discretion is key. She’s learned that hard way.

With your panties cast aside, she wastes no time nuzzling back into you. God, you smell even better without all that fabric in the way. You probably taste just as good. Kylar wants nothing more than to just dive right in, but this isn’t isn’t about her.

Unhurriedly, so as not to startle you, Kylar sets your right leg on her shoulder for easy access. She gives your inner thighs an experimental lick, testing the waters. Kylar wonders where she should mark you. Everybody should see how much you love each other, after all. You do love her, don’t you? Of course you do, that’s why you haven’t stopped her yet, why you won’t.

Goosebumps take shape as she gently nips at your skin. Her tongue ever so slowly works up to your lips, gently caressing your sides with her hands. She spares a glance back up, realizing just how cute you look from down here, flustered and mouth slightly agape. If only she had a camera to immortalize this moment. It’s okay, Kylar won’t ever forget this. She’ll think about it every time she goes to touch herself from now on.

It’s music to her ears, the way your breath hitches when she dips into your folds. She wants to hear more of you, unfiltered and raw. If she tries hard enough, maybe she’ll get you to scream for her, scream her name. Her grip on your sides tightens at that thought, no doubt leaving bruises. She really hopes it does.

Blood mixes with arousal and Kylar knows she was right; nothing holds a candle to how delicious you taste right now. She eagerly laps at your juices, not wasting even a drop. Kylar is anything but wasteful.

She knows she’s doing something right when you buck into her face and your walls tighten around her tongue. Shuddering pants and whimpers bounce off the walls of the bathroom, a beautiful melody that leaves her panties soaked and her own pussy aching for attention.

You’re too caught up in pleasure to notice one of her hands leaving your side to satiate her need. You wouldn’t mind, anyway. She knows it. You’ve never minded before, always her sweet, perfect angel.

Kylar almost loses it when your hands tangle into her hair and her name leaves your lips, begging desperately.

“Please, please, please, please please, Kylar. Fuck, please don’t stop.” Usually she prefers making eye contact, but you look so good right now with your head thrown back and eyes knitted tightly together.

Thighs shaking, core tightening, and choked cries echoing out into the halls , you both finally reach that high you’ve been chasing. Kylar doesn’t stop until your trembles subside, threatening to overstimulate you.

Her face is positively soaked when she finally pulls away, lips and chin painted an intimate red. Panting heavily, she realizes how lightheaded she is. If you weren’t so delicious, maybe she wouldn’t have forgotten to breath. So really, it’s your fault. That’s okay, you can make it up to her right now. Just let her do what she wants, okay?

“Kylar, that was my last tampon.”

She doesn’t say anything, but from the way she eyes your pussy, you get the strange feeling that you won’t be needing one ever again.

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self-indulgent npc reactions to a reader who often bites their nails

⚠️ tw: general nsft, dubcon, manipulation, mentions of blood, nail shaming, typical dol assholery ⚠️

Robin:

They know you can’t help it, but they can’t stand to see you abuse your fingers like that.

May lightly reprimand you while pulling your hand away from your mouth, but would never make fun of you for it.

Tries their best to help redirect your attention, whether that be by challenging you to a Mario Kart rematch or by passing you your favorite fidget. If you’re in a relationship, they’ll hold your hands to keep them busy. Either way, you’re in good hands.

Avery:

They refuse to tolerate this kind of behavior. Openly thinks it’s gross, will not hesitate to shame you.

Forces you to wear gloves in public until your nails are presentable. They’ll be damned if they allow your bad habits to negatively impact their image.

Do not let them catch you in the act cause they will slap your hands, harshly. If it continues, the punishment will be severe. Anything Avery perceives as detrimental to your appearance, aka theirs, is a fast-track to high rage.

Whitney:

Talk about an asshole. Immediately makes sport of your habit, pulling no punches. If they think your nails look particularly fucked up that day, they’re gonna let you know.

Don’t even think about asking them to help open an orange or soda can. They’re gonna demand payment and they don’t accept cash.

Definitely makes it easier to put you in your place without any fucking claws to scratch them with, so it’s a win-win in their book.

Eden:

Not their problem. As long as you’re an obedient spouse that can take a rough fucking, they’ll not bother you. Though, they can think of a much better use of your mouth.

Low love Eden will stay silent if you ever bring it up. They don’t really know what to say and honestly don’t care about your stupid nails. Who the hell are you even trying to impress out here in the middle of the fucking woods, anyway. High love Eden may grumble something along the lines of “your nails are fine, stop worrying about it”.

If you complain about it enough, they’re just gonna tie your hands to the bed and make you forget all about your silly little compulsion. Can’t bite your nails if you’re too busy getting fucked silly, now can you?

Female Eden says it’s stupid, but she’s also insecure about her nails.

Will use your insecurity to manipulate you. “You’re lucky to have run into me, how could anybody else love you with nails like those?”

Black Wolf:

Doesn’t understand at all; you’re wasting your time by trying to explain it. Is just concerned and confused. Why are you biting off your claws? You need those to hunt, stop it this instant!

Hesitant to take you on hunts, sees your lack of claws as a vulnerability. They don’t want you getting injured because you couldn’t defend yourself. Will eventually give in once you prove yourself capable against a fellow packmate.

Slaps your “paws” every time they catch you gnawing at your claws. Seriously, why do you keep doing that. How are you supposed to protect your future litter without any claws?

Sydney:

Catches themself absentmindedly chewing their nails from stress or boredom now and again, but you’ll still have to explain to them why you can’t just stop like they can.

Trims and clips your nails for you so you don’t have anything to bite on to. If that doesn’t work, they’ll just hold your hands every chance they get.

Makes you wear that foul tasting nail polish despite your protests.

Corrupt Sydney wishes your nails were longer. They’d like for you to scratch them.

Harper:

Brought it up first. They’re you’re doctor; they only want to help you, you can trust them.

Genuinely helpful advice, albeit strange methods. What do you know, though. You didn’t go to medical school, Harper did…at least you think.

Uses your compulsion as an excuse to send you to the asylum. No one of sound mind would bloody their fingers as you do; it’s clearly a call for help. Don’t worry, you’re in good hands.

Kylar:

If anybody understands, it’s Kylar. Seriously, their nails are in the same condition as your own, perhaps worse.

If you’re insecure, Kylar is there to reassure you. They love every inch of you, your nails being no exception. You’re perfect just the way you are. Anybody who tells you otherwise is scheduled a visit from Kylar.

Suggestively licks the blood off your fingers before bandaging them whenever you take it too far.

Bailey:

Could not care less about your stupid compulsion. If it doesn’t affect their business, they’ll pay it no mind. May actually prefer your nails short; makes it easier to tie you up.

I genuinely can’t see them getting involved, not even in relationship and upon request. Leave them alone, they don’t give a rat’s ass about your fucking nails.

Pester them enough about it and they’ll either drag across their lap and give you the ass whooping of the century or tie your hands behind your back. There, problem solved. Figure how to untie them yourself.

Leighton:

Will somehow try to take advantage of it. You want to stop biting your nails? They can help. You just have to trust them and not question their methods.

Shames you, but mostly to manipulate you. “Looks like our last session didn’t work. Maybe another one is due. It wouldn’t do good for Robin to pick up on this nasty little habit, now would it? Better to stop it now before that can happen.”

If for some reason these sessions of theirs somehow actually help, they’ll demand compensation for their assistance and they don’t mean the green kind.

Remy:

Will reprimand you and maybe slap your hand away, but not usually maliciously. Cows don’t bite their nails, is all. And that’s all you are; cattle. If you’re obedient, they’ll redirect your attention with a nice, juicy apple.

If they believe at any point it’ll effect your milk quality, you’ll quickly find yourself muzzled. A defiant cow may find themself muzzled regardless if milk quality.

If even then it continues, perhaps a visit from the young doctor may do you good. Nail biting is associated with stress and a stressed cow is no good. They can’t have you spoiling their milk, now can they?

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Doren being a softie is just 🥰 I also think they can be a bit shy tbh

I just adore. love. simp. for soft Doren. They would have the gentlest smile, I think, the ends of their eyes crinkling ever so slightly with an upturn quirk of their lips, never one to guffaw but quietly chuckle. Would write their loved ones poetry, or read to them phrases from novels and poems that reminds Doren of them. Dreams of an early retirement into the countryside so they can live a simple, settled life, but their savings still have a long way to go. 

I think Doren is likely an introvert who has only developed their own strategic way of dealing with people in their adult life. Was probably the genuinely kind but quiet kid who reads in the corner of the library all day back in school, who had crushes quietly and never knew how to make something out of it. Now, they are still rather shy, but they know how to tentatively approach those they are attracted to, even if they blush as they offer you a cup of tea. 

[noxiousaffection]

some dol love interests’ sleeping habits headcanons

⚠️ brief mention of nonconsensual touching in kylar’s section and dubcon in whitney’s ⚠️

low confidence robin:

Their lack of confidence follows them to bed, with them mostly sleeping in fetal position or on their stomach. It provides a sense of security they don’t typically get in their day to day life.

Mumbles in their sleep a little, usually nothing coherent, but you can sometimes make out your name

Makes the cutest sounds as they wake up.

Sleeps with a pillow tucked between their legs. It’s cozy.

traumatized robin:

Traumatized Robin is plagued with nightmares.

Their cute mumbles are now more or less whimpers or pleas.

Wakes multiple times a night in a cold sweat.

They’ve somehow curled in on themself even more.

Tosses and turns all night long.

Has wet the bed once or twice, but you would too with nightmares like theirs.

Don’t mention the darkening bags under their eyes or their frequent yawns; just let them nap on your thighs after a long day.

high confidence robin:

Isn’t it amazing how just a little bit more confidence can change a person? Sleeping habits are no exception. Nowadays, they tend to sleep on their side or stomach, though you can sometimes find them curled in on themself after a particularly rough day.

They still mumble about you, of course; you’re always on their mind.

Unfortunately, they kick now. Not too hard, just enough to be annoying. It’d be cute, if you weren’t so damn tired.

whitney:

Can sleep literally anywhere, anyhow. It’s impressive, really.

Is usually out as soon as his back hits the bed; being an asshole is exhausting, ya know?

Sleeps with, like, three or four blankets and the room chilled to subfuckingzero. Steals the blanket just to be an ass.

Wakes up at exactly the same time every morning like clockwork, no exceptions.

Oh, and he Kicks. Hard. Sometimes on purpose.

Try to cuddle with high dominance Whitney and you’ll find yourself being kicked off the bed.

If they wake before you, they might stick your hand in warm water and demand head as an apology when you wet the bed.

Will press their cold feet against your back when you least expect it.

eden:

If you’re not around, they usually opt to sleep on their back. It’s not always the most comfortable, but it is the most practical for emergencies.

Extremely light sleeper, as the game confirms. Sleep so light, you can only wonder how they’re getting any rest at all.

Total blanket hog, but, hey, at least they’re a natural heater.

One might think them a snorer, but I say otherwise. Sound attracts trouble and trouble is the last thing Eden needs.

One might mistake them for corpse if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest. Sometimes you check their pulse just in case.

Starts the day off horny. Good thing they have an obedient spouse to take care of it.

��kylar:

Notoriously cold feet.

Sleeps on their side with their hands between their thighs

They absolutely have a dakimura of you. I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules.

Wet dreams every other night. All of you, of course.

Insomniac. Usually burns time by jacking off to pictures of you reading comics. That or they sneak into your room to watch you sleep. Hysterical Kylar might do more than watch.

Their sheets haven’t seen soap or water since they got them.

Sometimes giggles ominously in their sleep. It’s creepy.

If you are somehow find yourself sharing a bed with kylar, they will hump your leg when he thinks you’re asleep.

Keeps a knife tucked neatly under their pillow and a bottle of pepper-spray on their nightstand.

avery:

So, so many pillows.

Primarily sleeps on their side, but sometimes they’ll collapse onto their back after a particularly rough day at work.

They do not snore. If you value your well being, you’ll never mention otherwise.

Deep sleeper; once they’re out, they’re out.

Has, like, twenty alarms all set five minutes right after the other.

Bed head for days. Snap a picture when they’re not looking. Do it. I know you wanna.

Probably has one of those lights you can dim. Very finicky about the setting, can’t fall asleep if it’s even a teensy bit off.

Softest mattress ever. Huge, too. Sheets are probably even softer.

alex:

During the summer, they only sleep with sheets. The farm gets hot and they don’t have air conditioning.

Could probably sleep through anything. Nothing short of a fog horn in their ear could wake this farmer.

Snores. Loudly.

Absolutely, hands down the worst bed hog on this list. You’re literally falling off the bed. Good luck trying to push them back, though. It’s like trying to push a boulder.

Sheets probably need a good scrub. Who has time to do laundry out here, anyway?

Frequently forgets to turn off the lights before hitting the hay.

Passes out even before their back hits the mattress.

Doesn’t need an alarm clock, they just wake up.

Up before even the ass crack of dawn, as confirmed in the game.

Mattress is super fucking loud. I bet my left ass cheek that even Wren and his buds could hear you two getting down and dirty from the estate.

sydney:

Heavily prefers to sleep on their side, but you can find them on their back now and again.

Has fallen asleep at the temple many a time.

If you listen closely, you can hear the quietest snores. It’s adorable.

Prettiest sleeping face ever. They look so peaceful.

Hardly ever sleeps in.

Frequently falls asleep with their glasses on.

[noxiousaffection]

i think this is pretty self explanatory

big spoon only: whitney, eden, avery, bailey, briar, leighton, winter, remy

prefers big spoon: high confidence robin, black wolf, alex, doren, mason, harper

little bit of both: kylar, great hawk, sydney, charlie, landry, sirris, wren

prefers little spoon: low confidence robin, darryl, gwylan

little spoon only: river, traumatized robin

secretly enjoys being little spoon but hates giving up control too much to ever admit it: whitney, avery, briar, bailey, remy