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demon bf x angel reader
nsfw /mdni
“What’s wrong, angel? Run out of praise for your lord?”
His voice is a purr against your throat as his fingers work you open, already coated in your arousal. You can barely process his questions, words deconstructing before they reach the last conscious parts of your mind, as your every thought is consumed by pleasure. A sharp slap against your clit has you gasp his name and he chuckles darkly.
“Shit, angel,” he grins, in that mocking lilt that would make you pout if you weren’t so blissed out right now. “Fucked out already, huh?” he asks, and you wish he would stop with the questions. Because you want to answer, want to please him so bad, want to be his good lil angel, but its hard when the low cadence of his voice fills your ears and he curls his fingers just right to hit the spot that has you whimpering and shuddering in mind-numbing pleasure. You vaguely register the sharp pricking of tears in your eyes, sobbing as his arm comes around your waist and he makes you ride his fingers.
“Aww, angel,” he cooes in mock sympathy. “Cryin’ now, are we?” His eyes, those black orbs straight from hell that should have repelled a good, model angel like you, widen in delight as you nod helplessly against his neck, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. His clawed hand finds your ass and squeezes as if you were a toy, his little doll. “Now, what would your big sky daddy say, huh?” he chuckles, moving you up and down and up and down on his fingers, eyes locked on your bouncing tits that still wear the last shreds of the lace dress he tore off in his need. “What would the other angels say if they saw you like this, falling apart on my fingers, begging for a demon’s cock like a good little whore? Think they kick you out?”
But you can’t answer, riding towards your release, desperately chasing your approaching climax as your hips keep rutting into him with wild abandon. His laugh fills your ears as you whine in frustration. “You aren’t thinking at all, are you, angel? Not a single thought in that lil brain of yours. Not even a hymn left, have you?” And can you disagree? Hell, you can’t even do anything but whine in vague protest as you rock against his long fingers stuffing your pussy.
Until they don’t.
You whimper in protest when he suddenly pulls them out of you, leaving you painfully empty just short of your release. Babbling vague protests, you try rutting against his thigh, but he holds your hips still with cruel precision. And suddenly, the world is turning as he flips you around onto your back and pins your hands above your head on the bed. And you swear you see the pits of hell and the gates at heaven simoultaniously when he plunges his demon cock into you. Back arching off the bed, drool gathering in the corners of your mouth as you cry out his name as if it were a holy hymn. Left here to try to keep upwith his frantic thrusts as he pounds into you again and again, fucking the last bits of sanity out of your foggy mind.
But he’s not done tormenting you, he never is. The hand that isnt holding your wrists down over your head finds your wings and tugs, making a strangled cry rise from your throat and your back arch as white hot pleasure zaps through you. “C’mon angel,” he grunts into your ear, his thrusts still moving your smaller frame. “Say a lil’ prayer for me.” “Wh-” you manage to begin before his fingers find your clit and press down, making you gasp. “Y’heard me,” he chuckles, lips brushing your ear. “Pray for me like a good lil angel. ‘N only good angels get to cum…”
That, if anything, manages to get through to you as you moan helplessly at the thought. It’s sacrilegious, it’s a sin. But when his cock hits that spot so deep inside of you that you’re seeing stars, you suddenly don’t care. “Ave Maria, gratia plena- ah,” you manage to get out and the moan that rips from his throat is shameless. “Oh yeah angel,” he grunts, “You just keep doing that.” Tears are rolling down your cheeks, saltine on your tongue, but he’s working you towards an orgasm that you can already feel will wreck you wholly, and so you summon your last bit of sense. “Benedicta tu in m-mh-”
You break off when he suddenly pulls out, but before you have time to protest, flips you onto your belly and starts rutting into you from behind like a feral animal. “Why’d you stop, angel?” His voice is hot against your throat. He’s panting, as close as you are, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you try to meet his thrusts and stutter out, “e- et in horo m- ngh- mortis nostrae-” you gasp for air as his fingers find your clit again and crash you right into your high. Your ‘Amen’ is screamed and barely a word, but it seems to be good enough for him as he ruts into you until his pace falters and his hot, thick demon seed fills your insides.
With a final grunt, he comes to a halt, still inside of you, and you feel him collaps ontop of you. Your body is limp and boneless, but a little fucked out smile dances around your lips as he turns you both around, him still inside of you, and lays you on his chest. Soft praises fill your ears as you pant against his hot skin, and somehow, you couldnt care less in that moment if your angel friends saw you right now. In fact, falling from grace doesn’t sound half bad when you’re stuffed full of his cock…
dionysus + exhibitionism
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before you met dionysus, you still knew shame. but he has a way of unraveling the very concept. quite like the one-too-many sip from a cup of his vinegar that wipes the worries from the head and replaces them with drunken bliss, the shame that coils low in your belly is nothing compared to the pleasure that washes over you in waves every time his hips rocking against yours. before you met dionysus, you never could have imagined this: you, on your hands and knees as the god pounds into you from behind, chasing broken little mewls out of your throat with every thrust.
when your eyes don't roll back, they nervously look around. and no matter what way they seek escape, they meet eyes. nymphs, satyrs, even humans. his followers, staring at you as he fucks you from behind like an animal as if it were the most fascinating thing they’ve ever seen. A slap against your asscheek makes you jolt and a whine breaks out of your throat. but before your hips can buck back against his, desperate for release, his hand finds the braid you had woven into your hair so deliberately beforehand and pulls. An embarressing moan leaves your lips, an animalistic sound, as your fucked-out face is presented to every pair of hungry eyes gathered around you two and he uses your braid as a leash as he pounds into you without abandon.
“aww,” you hear him coo behind you, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him take a cup of his own wine from a bystander. “Are you embarrassed, darling?”
Your face is burning, positively red, as you nod desperately, but all that escapes your lips is a pathetic little “please-!”
“And why would that be?” he muses, wrapping your braid around his hand to reign you like a horse he's riding. “Weren't you made for this? To be fucked by your god? What greater honor could there be?” But all you can answer him are breathless pants as you desperately try to match his rhythm, feeling your own release approaching. “Tch, have I fucked you stupid already?” he tuts. And the next moment, you feel something cold and wet on your backside. You squeak embarrassingly loudly and hear his followers murmur, some of them giggling. You shudder when you realize he's pouring wine over your ass, and tears of shame run down your rosy cheeks when you hear the unmistakable wet slapping sound of skin against skin.
It's then that your climax hits you with a white hot shock that makes your limbs give out from under you. Pleasure as you've never felt it melts your bones down to honey, and before you realize it, there are hands on you. Hands, holding you up, the hands of his followers on your waist and shoulders, steadying you and rocking your limp body back into him as he chases his own release.
They break out into cheers and when he spills into you with a groan, your ass flush against his pelvis. The hands leave you and you sack into yourself, a spent little puddle of sensation, all while he slowly slips out of your cunt and gulps down a glass of wine handed to him by one of his devotees. Meanwhile, you slowly, very slowly catch your breath, very aware there is a puddle of cum dripping out of your cunt while you are on open display for anyone to ogle.
Suddenly, you feel a soft weight against your shoulders and lips brush your ear. Dionysus wraps a coat securely around your limp form as he slowly, carefully, lifts you and drags you into his lap, letting you sag against his chest. “You did so good, sweet thing,” He praises you quietly, kissing your hair with aching tenderness. “So good. They were all jealous of me.” You hum something, your brain his too much of a mess to string evens single sentence together, and nuzzle into his chest, as the sounds of the ongoing festival are drowned out by his gentle praise.
“Such a good girl you were. Next time, I'll show them all how a god takes his meal right from the fruit of his lover.”
catnip vs. cat hybrid bf
mdni / nsfw
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“i’m not a fucking cat,” your cat hybrid bf had said when you showed him an ad for a catnip spray on your phone. “that stuff doesn't affect me at all.”
Oh, the hubris.
Because now, he’s forced to admit he’s no better than a mere cat. He might be worse. He’s sitting next to you on the couch, stiff as a stick, his cock rock hard against his thigh and all his willpower concentrated on trying not to jump you and rut against your leg. “Feel something?” you ask innocently, not taking your eyes off the movie. Curse you. After his boasting, you went and bought the damned catnip from the ad, and he foolishly agreed to the bed. And now he wants to lick you down until you froget your own name and hopefully every other one except his.
The innocent looking spray bottle sits on the couch table next to him, exuding its odeurs. Shamefully, he's been unbearably hard for several minutes, and you’re probably starting to catch on. Scratch that, you’re definetely catching on, a small smile curling around your lips as your eyes dart down to the poorly concealed tent in his pants. With a maddening little groan, you stretch a little, letting your cropped sleep shirt ride up until your red lace bra peaks out from under the rim. You know exactly how to drive him feral.
If someone held a gun to his head right now, demanding to know what the movie playing before his very eyes is about, he wouldn't be able to answer. All he’s been thinking about for the past few minutes is flipping you around on the couch and fucking you from behind like an animal in heat, having you ride him with those pretty tits in that pretty bra bouncing right within reach, having you call him disgusting and pathetic as your foot presses down on his crotch and you refuse to let him cum-
“Babe, are you okay?” your sweet voice barely manages to break through the haze of unholy fantasies clouding his mind. “You look a little flushed.” He hears the teasing lilt, the triumphant little undertone, and he knows lying is of no use anymore, nor is his pride. With a shaking exhale, he finally allows himself to bury his nose in your throat, whiskers tickling your skin as he breathes you in deep. Damn you, you sprayed some of the intoxicating stuff on yourself as well. But he's too far gone to remember his own dignity. A broken little moan leave his lips. “please-”
And thats how you got here. Him, rutting into your tight heat from behind as he spits out curses and pleas and other nonsense, nose buried in your neck where the smell is most intense. And gods, it's like his stamina is multiplied by a thousand, he's cum two times already and he's still rock hard, his hips still rutting with endlerss energy, as if electrocuted by the devious smell. Though the same cannot be said for you- you're a blabbering mess in his arms, eyes rolling back every now and again, panting as if you were the animal in heat, whimpering and begging.
But when he spills his load into you for the third time and collapses on top of you, whispering hoarse prayers for his seed to take into your neck, and you can already feel him twitch again in your poor cunt, you know that catnip spray isn't going to be a one time purchase.
gods
-> dionysus + exhibitionism (nsfw)
monsters
-> pathetic!werewolf bf in rut
-> cat hybrid!bf vs. catnip
-> demon bf x angel reader
pathetic!werewolf bf in rut
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you aren’t gonna lie- your reasons for rushing back home from the airport after your business trip have nothing to do with punctuality and everything to do with the red circle around this week in your shared calendar. Red for rut. Though you’ve been with your werewolf bf for several months now, you’ve never been around during one of his ruts. he always evades you when you ask about it, tells you he gets too intense, that he doesn’t want to hurt you. jokes on him, you would love nothing more than to get railed by your feral boyfriend even more intensely than you already are.
when your key turns in the lock and you push the door open, you half expect him to be already waiting by the door, ready to pounce on and thoroughly wreck you. instead, you’re faced with an eerie silence. though not entirely silent- there is a rustling and panting emerging from your shared bedroom that makes your fingers tingle and heat rush downwards. discarding your luggage, you hurry down the hall and open the door, gasping when you're met with the most pathetic sight you’ve ever seen.
your usually so gruff and dominant boyfriend is a panting mess on the bed, clothes half discarded, half ripped, as if his mind gave up halfway through. his painfully hard cock is out as he ruts it into your pillow, whining pathetically as fat tears roll down his face, his ears twitching with overstimulation. you’ve never seen him like this. he's usually the one growling and snarling, pinning you to walls and chaining you to beds, dominating you and putting you in your place, pounding into your poor little cunt and stuffing you full with his cock. but good lord, the sight of him shuddering and whining with desperation as he tries to get himslef off makes you clench hard.
you must have taken another step, or maybe he could feel the wetness slowly soaking your panties, because with a loud groan, he spills his load onto the pillow, his ears suddenly twitching and his head snapping up, eyes locking onto yours. And the strangled “nghh-” sound he makes sends shivers down your spine. “Wh-” he begins, but is cut off by his own moan as his cock already twitches back to life. “Just got home,” you answer the unspoken question, a little dazed. For one second, you awkwardly stand into the doorway. Then, you move.
Two minutes later, you are straddling his thigh as he writhes on his back beneath you, hips bucking up in search of friction and finding nothing. Your index finger draws circles up his thigh without ever touching where he -evidently- needs you most: His cock, standing proud and hard and leaking pre-cum faster than he leaks tears. You let your thumb flick up the side of his shaft and a strained moan breask out of his throat. “Please, baby, please-,” he babbles mindlessly, hips rutting against nothing, “I’ll do anything, baby, gods, please-”
“Don’t forget your manners now,” you coo sweetly, making him choke out a whine. You crook your head. “What was that, honey?” “Pl-”, he stutters mindlessly, “please ma’am.” He quite literally howls when you close your hand around his shaft that is sticky with pre-cum, moving it up and down in an agonizing pace. “Aren’t you so good for me?” you smile, feeling yourself clench against his thigh at the sound how his whines and babbled pleas. “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?”
“Oh-h,” he stutters out at the nickname, his back arching of the bed as your thumb flicks over his mushroom tip. You increase the tempo of your hand, pumping his shaft with new vigor, and he bucks his hips up into your grip, groaning out something that vaguely resembles your name. His knot swells under your fingers, and you can feel he’s close. Your cunt too is smearing wetness unto his thigh, your hips riding him in an unconsious, entirely instinctual rythm. But you don’t want to make it too easy for him.
So, just when his hips buck wildly, chasing release, you remove your sticky hand. The sound that leaves your boyfriend’s throat may be the most pathetic thing you ever heard, and it makes heat rush towards your core. “What’s wrong, puppy?” you ask innocently as tears spill from his eyes. You could almost pity him- almost. if he werent doing the same thing to you on a regular basis. Finally, it's you who holds the reigns, and you were never going to go easy on him. “What did I do?” he whines in desperation, hips still snapping upwards but utterly in vain. You coo at him with a smile, still rocking your cunt against his muscular thigh. “Wrong question, puppy.”
But you’re not cruel, no. You might just enjoy the mix of hopefulness and feral desperation in his wide eyes too much, as your cunt hovers over his erect cock. “Please,” he babbles, throwing his head back as you allow his tip to kiss your already stimulated clit and stutter a little moan. “Please, ma'am, oh god, I’ll do anything-” When you slowly sink down on him, allowing his tip to breach your entrance, he releases a moan you are sure wakes every single one of your neighbors. and then something in him seems to break, because his hands -those large, mighty paws of his- grab your waist and slam you down onto his pulsing length.
The sudden stretch has you howling like an animal, shuddering violently as his hips desperately buck into you. You’re left being bounced on his dick like a ragdoll as his hands hold you down, roll you just like he needs you. in an attempt to steady yourself, your hands find his shoulders, but its not enough to re-establish dominance, especially because you feel your own climax approaching. Somehow, in all his frantic rutting, his fingers find your clit, and your release washes over you like a wave. You are left utterly boneless as he fucks up into you, his knot stretching the walls of your poor pussy until you feel the hot spurt of his cum against your warm walls.
for a few seconds, the only sound is both your labored breathing. But you can already feel his cock twitching again, made restless and insatiable by his rut. And when you look up, you find him staring at you wide-eyed, like a puppy that broke something and is now awaiting punishment. “That was very bad of you, puppy,” you manage to pant, and you can feel his cock hardening at your scolding tone. “Next time, you only cum when I tell you too.” He nods, eagerly, desperately, throwing his head back when you do another, experimental grind on his hardening length.
Yup, you’re definetely never missing one of his ruts again.
The first time your Faerie Lover traces a pleasure sigil on your skin, it just feels like they're caressing your hip in little swirls... But then they whisper something and the entire shape gets warm and then, abruptly, makes you so sensitive that the next stroke pushes you over the edge, crying out as pleasure sears through you, more intense than you've ever felt before, leaving you brain dead and gasping, barely aware of their amused laughter as they bring you to the brink and force you over it again. And again.
The sigils are meant for use between fae, who can handle such intense sensations - but your Lover doesn't care that your human body is nearly breaking beneath the strain. And by the time they leave you the next morning, neither do you.
imagine having a vampire boyfriend who is obsessed with kissing you bc you floss irregularly so your gums bleed easily. a lil snack everytime lol
Days like this are always yours, a Mouse Hybrid, and your Cat Hybrid mates lazy days. Of course as house pets almost every day is a lazy day. But something about days like this are always special.
For some reason you don’t have to worry about your owners coming home and walking in and things they shouldn’t be. You two have the whole day to yourselves.
They never come back until very late at night and Cat Hybrid bf makes sure to take full advantage of the fact. Not only does he have the entire house to himself, but he also has you completely alone and all to himself as well. The fact makes him borderline feral.
Thinking of no better way to spend the day, you’re practically bent over every surface in the place and fucked raw from sunrise to sunset. Barely able to open your eyes before your boyfriend is yanking your ass back and mounting you without even a sweet good morning.
Hours blur, one after the next as he makes you cum so many times you lose count. Each thrust sends an electric current of overstimulation to pulse through your fucked out frame. Helpless, you squirm against him, still somehow meeting his thrusts. Whether you’re trying to get away from him or hoping to cum again, you’re not exactly sure at this point.
“S’too much a—haaah! baby, f-fuck, i’stoo much,” you find yourself babbling out anyway, speech slurring so roughly you can barely even comprehend what you’re saying yourself.
For a second you don’t think he heard you. You wouldn’t blame him either with your messy speech, not helped by the fact that your face is currently smushed into a couch cushion. But after a beat you hear his dark satisfied chuckle. One you’ve given to him plenty times before.
“Too much you say?” He asks mockingly.
Your lips part to try and respond but he immediately shuts you up as his hips crack against your ass, pounding into you harder. Reaching as far inside of you as he can go. Getting rough with you just like he’s craved all week.
“I know, I know you think that, honey. But there’s no such thing as too much. Not when it’s never enough,” he coos oh so sweetly despite the hard brutal way he’s fucking into you.
Your body jerks forward with the strength of his thrusts, each one sending you further up the bed. Gasps tear from your throat as pleasure explodes through your body, sending you closer to that blissful release. His pace is absolutely devastating, his round fat tip gliding against your gummy walls and hitting those spots inside you that only he knows so well.
It makes your sopping pussy flutter and your body shake, every inch of your form trying to suck him back in. Not even wanting him to pull out. And the entire time he watches the way your face twists with pleasure only he can give you. It’s addictive, the sight of your cock-drunk expression. And he’s got a perfect view of it with your plush body laying there all perfect, face down, ass up, and your cunt making a mess of the sheets as his cock slams into you.
“Where am I, hm? How deep is this cock inside you? Can you feel me in this pretty little throat?”
As his words are growled in your ear, one hand traces every roll and curve of your body till he reaches your belly where he presses down on the subtle bulge protruding, while the other traces up your frame and curls around your throat with a reverence. Moans spill from your lips as he makes you feel every thrust that much more intensely.
It’s too much, it’s still all too much. His thrusts only growing harder, deeper, and so mind-consuming it has your vision spinning. Your hands clench into the sheets as you try and crawl away— only for his hold on your neck to tighten and slam you back down his length. A ragged scream leaves you, the sensation of being so full has you ready to collapse.
“And where do you think you’re going, pretty? We got all day. How else are we gonna fill this belly with our litter?” he asks through wicked, delirious, lost in pleasure laughter.
You’re babbling incoherently by now and even you don’t know what you’re saying. Every rut of his hips punches the air straight from your lungs. Rightfully you’re a mess and he just laughs some more. His hand leaves your throat and you suck in harsh breaths, so drunk on pleasure you hadn’t even realized he’d been choking you.
Instead it wraps around your hair and pulls. Another harsh mewl leaves you as it makes the tingles in your scalp shoot down to your core. He props your body up higher, allowing his cock to sink even deeper and ram against your g-spot again and again and again.
Your jaw drops in a silent scream, eyes crossing as your body tenses. Preparing itself for the most intense orgasm of your life.
“Yeah, that’s right, my mate. I’ll make you cum as many times as we need. Till you’re round, plump, and filled with my kittens.”
When you cum mere seconds later you swear you’re about to explode as you gush around his girth, your release shooting out of your core and spraying his torso with evidence of his victory. He finishes right after you, thick ropes of cum flooding your spent cunt and splashing his seed right into your womb.
But instead of pulling out when your releases begin to ebb and fade he just keeps fucking it back in.
You two have hours left to go after all.
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you're the bitch for a pack of werewolves, and they're finally letting the newest pack member mount you for the first time. he's been aching for it for a while now, but he had to prove himself first. even now, the pack doesn't trust him completely. they're all here, watching, claws and teeth out, reminding him not to be too rough with you.
he nips and sucks at your shoulder, and when it goes on a little too long one of the other males growls at him to move on. claws rake down your side, just a little too deep, and you can feel the wind and hear the clack from the warning snap as another male lunges forward. you moan as his cock stretches you out (it's one of your favorite sensations in the world), and then he starts fucking into you, faster faster faster before your Alpha steps forward, eyes glowing, standing over you protectively, and the new male slows down.
it's not the roughest you've ever been taken, but you still feel pleasantly sore when he finally knots you, both of you panting as his seed fills you up, the wolves around you panting and barking in happiness and lust. the Alpha leans forward and presses his teeth gently against your neck. you belong to all of them, but you belong to him most of all.
you don’t just belong to the alpha—you belong to the whole pack, as werewolves like to share. they pass you around, each one drawing another climax out of you, pumping you full of their seed one at a time until every thrust makes a wet slurp. they’re in competition, you see, for who will put a pup in you first.
when you do finally get to the alpha, he brings you down slow on his cock, making sure his fat knot slips inside your stretched cunt. there he sticks inside you, keeping all that seed from slipping out, petting your gently swollen belly.
when you sleep, you’re at the center of the pile, their furry bodies all curled safely around you.
If there was one thing you, an adorable Puppy Hybrid, were a sucker for it was head scratches. You bother your Wolf Hybrid bf for them all the time.
When he’s in the kitchen making the two of you a nice hearty breakfast, you can’t help but wiggle into his arms and nuzzle into his chest. Presenting your head right there for him. What else is he to do? Or when he’s sitting on the couch you somehow find your way in his lap, your head at the perfect height for some scratches.
Even during the worst times when he’s training in the gym and you appear out of nowhere. He wants to say no but you flash him with those puppy dog eyes and he just melts. He loves spoiling you so he always gives into you every single time.
So even when you walk up and plop down in Wolf Hybrid bf’s lap for the fourth time today, all he does is chuckle before reaching up and brushing his nails along your scalp.
“Again, babygirl? Don’t ya head hurt?” He asks in amusement, scratching that spot just right while also being careful.
“No, feels s’good—“
You merely moan, leaning into his touch, and your eyes flutter shut. You couldn’t explain how good his touch was feeling today. A desperate need to be closer to him filling up inside you till it overflowed.
As if reading your thoughts your bf shifts you in his lap till you’re straddling his thick muscular thigh. A soft sigh leaves you as he pulls you close against him, raking his claws gently down your head and along the nape of your neck.
You cry out in pleasure, your nerves on edge and feeling so fuckin’ sensitive you could just burst. Your hips start rolling without your control and you whine as your clit rubs against the firm muscle of his thigh over and over again, each rock of your hips bringing you closer to bliss.
Wolf Hybrid bf growls, his free hand jumping to your hip, helping you bring against him just how you need. Watching you take what you need is so damn sexy, you have him salivating, cock hardening so fast it hurts.
“Go on, lemme take care of you, ma.”
He’s gonna let you use him for as long you need. It was more than worth it to see the way you fall a part from his touch alone.
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You've taken up a job at the local aquarium as one of those pretend mermaids for the amusement of children and tourists. Does it pay well? Enough to convince you to dunk yourself underwater several times a day, at the very least.
What you thought was a cheap, obviously fake costume seems to have given the marine hybrids the wrong idea. They believe you are one of them, and - most importantly - the only available mate of the tank.
You could feel their hungry stare on you from the moment you plunged into the water. Luckily, they know to behave when there's an audience, but as soon as the doors close, they begin their relentless teasing. Tugging on your tail, pinning you to the glass walls, trying to breed you and mark you as their own.
Perhaps if you let them witness the truth, they will finally cease their pursuit. In a desperate attempt, you dove in without your costume, eagerly showcasing your bare legs as evidence. Which, lamentably, only made it worse. Ah, so that's why they couldn't properly touch you. Some piece of glittery fabric was blocking their access to the important bits.
On the bright side, after your courageous act, you found a new check sitting on your desk. It appears you've been promoted - whatever you're doing with the hybrids is improving their mood greatly. Keep going!