summary: you may be a group of thieves, outlaws and killers but you still care for each other. you're family in blood, not by blood
The horror movie played faintly on the old TV, it was more grainy than expected for today's time but being stuck in a shitty cellar underneath a pawn shop doesn't make for the best entertainment. You could hear Frenchie helping the owners pack the cocaine they were dealing; he said he had a place to hide but he didn't specify if it was The Ritz. The French shouting was louder than the TV so it wasn't hard for your attention to get divided.
Lifting your head off Butcher's shoulder, you looked towards the corner of the concrete room. Sitting quietly was the small girl your team had befriended not too long ago. It had only taken a short amount of time for the two of you to become close which the boys chalked up to being the only two girls in the group but it didn't matter to you. Faint strands fell from her head as she tried running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to brush it.
'Kimiko,' even softly calling her name was startling as she quickly jumped up and stared at you. 'Would you like me to help?'
Billy looked towards you, eyebrows furrowed as he evaluated your choice to talk to her. He had noticed you were close with her especially during the nights you would choose to console her from her nightmares instead of laying asleep with him. You'd all been on the run for weeks now it was rare to get time away from the others so your relationship had come to small touches and fleeting looks directed at the other before the team left for a fight. Despite his hatred for Supes and his distrust of Kimiko he still trusted you to know what you were doing.
'It's okay, I can only stand knotty hair for so long too.' You smiled at her silence standing up to get what you needed and led her back to where you were sitting. She takes a seat in front of you, cross legged on the floor like a child. You start at the ends of her hair brushing away the dried blood and knots, soft apologies leaving your lips as you worked your way higher. Patting her shoulder you direct her to turn around and face you. 'Billy can I have the wipes please?' Your partner leans over the other side of the couch to fish for what you need, the best storage system you have at the minute is a box filled with miscelanious things. His fingers brush against yours and he lets out a small smile.
'We may not share blood but we happen to be covered in the same people's and I'd argue it's not so different.'
Kimiko smiles up at you before you start wiping away the marks from her face. It was impossible to tell what blood was hers or someone else's. She looked a lot happier after you were finished, sneaking off to look in the mirror in the corner. She gives you a thumbs up and a smile the same way she does Frenchie before going off to stand with him.
'You're sweet,' a gruff voice speaks from beside you, 'sweeter than you should be.' He puts his arm out on top of the couch as a signal for you to resume cuddling him. 'Yeah well you don't complain when I'm the only one not so angry at you that I can clean your wounds.' You fall into his side, holding the hand that rests on your shoulder before putting the other on his neck trailing your fingers down as you lean into his ear. He gets goosebumps at the feeling of your teasing
'And don't forget I can still fight like you, all that time you spent leaving marks hasn't been lost on me - Will'
warnings: NSFW🔞, knotting, guided breeding, hybrid puppy satoru and reader (ears, tail, and knot), owner suguru, cucking?, slight dub con (you and satoru don’t know what sex is), threesome elements
when puppy!satoru’s owner, suguru, introduces him to you, he’s ecstatic, tail wagging and thumping on the floor, ears twitching with excitement, the whole works. he lowers himself as to convey that he’s not a threat while he leans in to sniff at your fluffy ear, but before he can even get a proper sniff, your ears pin down, along with your body and you cry out as you hide behind suguru’s legs.
his ears droop into his fluffy hair, he’s so sad that you’re scared of him, likely because he’s much bigger than you. he moves his gleaming puppy dog eyes to look at suguru for guidance or comfort or something but all he gets is a pat on the head and a “just give her time, she’s scared.”
satoru isn’t the most patient pup, and when it comes to you, it’s certainly no different. he wants to do everything with you—play, eat, nap, cuddle while basking in the sun, groom you, and claim your friendship. but no matter how much he tries, you always dart away the moment he steps into the room, tucking yourself safely behind suguru like he’s your personal shield from the big bad wolf.
what frustrates satoru most isn’t just the hiding—it’s watching you melt under suguru’s touch. he’s seen it! you’ll nuzzle into suguru’s lap, tail wagging like you’ve found the most comfortable spot in the world, letting him pet you for what feels like hours.
it’s not fair. he’s a puppy just like you are, maybe a bit older than you but still, why won’t you give him the time of day? every time you lean into suguru’s hand, a pang of jealousy flares in his chest and he pouts all day. he’s determined to win you over, though.
you were adopted for satoru in the first place, a companion to keep him company during the long hours at home while suguru works. but now, satoru’s never felt more lonely. while he spends his days trying to fill the silence, you’ve claimed suguru’s room as your sanctuary, staying there for hours on end until suguru comes home and brings you out.
satoru can’t help but feel bitter when he’s told not to disturb you, that ‘she’ll come out when she’s ready.’ it’s not like he doesn’t understand, but it doesn’t stop the pout from creeping onto his face every time suguru casually reminds him to wait.
but satoru isn’t always a good puppy. he obeyed suguru’s comand at first, but after days of growing frustration, he pushes suguru’s command to the side.
he opens the door to suguru’s room gently, popping his fluffy head in to see you curled up in the middle of the bed, sleeping soundly. a ray of sun is shining on your furry ears as your nose twitches due to whatever dream you’re having. satoru’s will isn’t strong enough to resist a good sunbathing spot, and he’s definitely unable to resist creeping in to get a closer look at you.
you’re a fluffy little thing and you’re much smaller than he is since male hybrid puppies are usually taller and larger than the type you are. he can tell you’re likely younger than he is too, satoru is barely considered a puppy anymore, even if he pouts like one. suguru says that you’re only a few years younger than he is, the perfect fit for him.
satoru understands why you’re so timid—it must be terrifying to be taken from the shelter, placed into a strange home with an unfamiliar human, and to top it off, there’s another hybrid puppy here, one much bigger and taller than you. he can’t imagine how overwhelming all of that must be. but despite your hesitance, satoru can barely contain his excitement. just watching you sleep right now makes his tail wag so fast it practically spins as his ears stand at attention.
slowly and gently, he crawls onto the bed, pausing each time you whimper in your sleep, until he’s lying on his side beside you, facing you. just as he starts to relax, closing his eyes to bask in the warmth of the sun, a soft cry comes from your lips, and he feels the bed tremble beneath him. you must have woken up.
when he opens his eyes, he sees you still in the same spot, but now you’re trembling, your small body shaking with a primal fear. soft whines escape your throat, each one laced with distress, as your wide, panicked eyes lock onto his, like you’re trying to gauge whether he’s a threat. your scent shifts, sharper now—raw and unsettled.
his face shifts into an expression of defeated sadness, his ears drooping low, but even that small movement makes you flinch. he hadn’t even touched you—he was simply lying beside you. he thought you’d understand that if he were truly a threat, he would’ve already sunk his teeth into your neck while you slept, the most vulnerable state you could be in. but he hasn’t hurt you. so why are you still so terrified?
as he watches your trembling, frozen curled up form, his tail can’t help but betray him. despite the sadness in his eyes and the ache in his heart from seeing you so scared, it wags uncontrollably, thumping softly against the bed. he’s doing his best to stay still, to not move in a way that might frighten you further, but his body is overwhelmed with excitement just being so close to you. no matter how much he tries to hold it back, his tail keeps wagging, a clear sign of how desperately he wants to be near you, even if you’re terrified.
you seem to catch sight of the movement of his tail, your eyes flickering toward it with a flash of puppy-like curiosity, but that curiosity quickly fades, buried under the fear that still holds you. but that flicker makes satoru’s own curiosity perk up. he lowers his head even deeper to the bed, pressing the side of his face into the soft surface, his neck exposed in a silent gesture of submission. he’s hoping that by getting as low as he can, he might spark that same puppy-like curiosity in you once more, inviting you to see that he means no harm. he watches you closely, hoping you’ll notice, waiting to see if you recognize the vulnerability he’s offering as a sign of trust.
you do notice his gesture, but the fear still holds you tightly. your hands are clenched into fists against your chest as you remain frozen in the same position on your side, too scared to move or respond. even if you were able to, having been alone in a shelter your entire life, you aren’t sure what he’s wanting from you.
minutes stretch on in the heavy silence, but satoru doesn’t pull back. he stays there, determined to let you get used to his presence, showing you that he means no harm.
slowly, your trembling begins to subside, and seeing the shift, his tail starts wagging faster, a sign of his infatuation. but the movement startles you, and you flinch, letting out a soft cry of fear, growing exhausted with the constant fight or flight in your body. desperate to soothe you, satoru tries with all his might to stop the wagging, his face scrunching up in concentration as he desperately wills his body to stay still.
the moment he hears a giggle, everything changes. his eyes snap open, wide with surprise and curiosity, drawn to the sound like it’s the most wonderful thing he’s ever heard. you seem to think his scrunched up face is funny. it fills him with a rush of happiness so intense that his tail can’t contain itself—it begins to wag wildly, too fast to control. surprisingly, you don’t seem bothered by it at all. in fact, he notices your gaze locked on his tail, as if you’re completely mesmerized by its movement.
one of your hands makes a small, hesitant move toward the direction of his tail behind him, but you flinch, your eyes darting to his face before quickly pulling your hand back to your chest. satoru has to fight every instinct not to whine, desperate for you to touch it if that’s what you want. when you finally realize he won’t make any potentially scary, fast moves if you do, you slowly sit up to sit on your heels and reach your hand toward his tail again, the tentative movement full of careful curiosity.
his tail only thumps harder as your hand moves closer, the anticipation building. your fingertips brush against the soft, furry white hair, almost as if you’re admiring it, and he can’t help but blush. seeing you grow more comfortable with the touch, you cautiously wrap your hand around his tail, giggling again when it tries its hardest to wag within your hold.
after a gentle moment of you softly playing with his tail, as if exploring it, it unexpectedly wraps kindly around your forearm. the sudden movement makes your eyes widen and your face flush sheepishly. you gently release his tail, lying back down on your side, but this time, you don’t seem scared. instead, you blink at him, watching curiously as you take him in without the distortion of fear clouding your eyes.
as much as a blissfully eager satoru wants to stay awake and savor the moment of you observe him, the sun’s gentle warmth spreads over his body, pulling him into a haze of comfort. the soft bed beneath him feels too inviting, and before he knows it, his eyelids grow heavy, surrendering to the peaceful embrace of sleep.
when he wakes, he feels your nose gently sniffing at his neck, soft and hesitant, as if you’re trying not to disturb his sleep but can’t help being curious about him. he’s relieved you don’t notice when he subtly shifts, offering his neck to you just a little more, a silent invitation. you seem to respond to this, your hybrid instincts recognizing the submission, and your nose brushes against his warm skin as you inhale deeply, exploring every inch of his soft neck to capture the full range of his scent. after taking in his neck, you lean down to sniff his clothed chest, only to return to his neck again as if to double check.
if satoru were a cat, he’d be purring contentedly. he finds himself enjoying the sensation of you exploring him, the attention soothing him in a way he hadn’t expected. he melts into the feeling, his eyes closing gently in relaxation, letting himself fully absorb the moment.
when he feels the tentative swipe of your small, wet tongue against his jugular, satoru can’t suppress the soft, happy whine that slips from him, his lower body responding with a twitch of excitement. it’s clear you’re a curious pup, eager to smell and taste him as if trying to understand the full scope of him better, and the gesture fills him with an unexpected sense of being cherished.
you seem to have interpreted his whine as a signal to stop, even though you’re certain you didn’t hurt him with the soft lick. still, you assume he didn’t enjoy it, so you pull away, lowering your chin again, hoping he won’t be upset with you. when satoru opens his eyes and sees you cowering, guilt floods him. he moves toward you, ignoring the flinch you give him, and slowly, carefully, he leans into your space.
you immediately begin to whine under your breath, expose your neck to him, eyes squeezed shut, and a pout on your face. it’s clear you’re interpreting his approach into your space as a sign of dominance since he’s such a big wild looking hybrid, bracing yourself for what you think might come next.
but he doesn’t bite you. instead, he takes a deep sniff of your neck before running his long, wet tongue in a slow, deliberate stripe from your collarbone to your ear. the sensation makes you shudder, your brows furrowing into a pout as one of your hands brushes against his chest that’s leaning into you.
he leans back slightly, watching your reaction closely, trying to gauge your expression to make sure you understand his unspoken message—that you’re allowed, even encouraged, to lick, touch, or sniff him as much as you want, and he won’t hurt you.
you wear a flustered, surprised expression, and he chuckles softly, playfully nudging your jaw with his nose. he knows you might see him as a potential leader of the ‘pack,’ but that doesn’t matter to him—he’s not interested in asserting dominance. all he wants is for you to feel safe around him so you can spend time together.
you nudge him back very softly with a small smile before you give his jawline a gentle lick in acknowledgement.
he smiles in utter appreciation, accepting your lick with pride. your eyes take in his face, confirming for the last time that he’s harmless before suddenly— without warning, you push him down onto his back, basically jumping on top of him with your face shoved into his neck. the sudden shift catches him off guard, and he lets out a surprised grunt when his back hits the bed, stunned by your sudden playfulness.
you’re straddling him, your nose buried in his neck, ears, hair, shoulders, and chest, as if you can’t get enough—whining in poorly contained excitement that’s impossible to hold back. he feels your tail curl around his upper thigh, your hands placed on either side of his body, pressing into the bed. he’s in pure bliss, loving every second of it as you switch between sniffing and licking, both of you with your eyes closed in contentment, as if you’re grooming him or simply showering him with affection.
you seem to lose yourself in his taste, licking every inch of his neck, some strokes gentle, others a bit more intense. then, you move to his jawline, then the side of his face. his eyes flutter open when you simply kitten lick over his lips just briefly with the tip of your tongue before retreating to his collarbones for the more thorough licks, a hint of shyness creeping in when it comes to his lips.
his shirt is in the way, preventing you from getting to his bare chest, but your impatience and affection drive you to move back up, eagerly retracing the spots you’d already wetted. you even add a few playful nibbles, and he can’t help but hum with amusement, tilting his neck toward you in silent encouragement, urging you to continue.
eventually, you begin to slow down, likely growing tired, and in response, he starts to lick you back, offering his own gesture of thanks.
you groom one another for what feels like hours, until your scents are combined completely and you both fall asleep cuddling in the sun with a newfound sense of companionship.
~
now, you won’t leave him alone, but he’s not complaining. wherever he goes, you’re right behind him, or directly in front of him. if he sits, you plop yourself right into his lap, curling up against him. when he lies down, you’re right there on top of him, taking up every inch of his space. even when he wakes from a nap, you stretch dramatically in a downward dog, purposely pushing into him and knocking him over before taking the opportunity to collapse right back onto him, drifting off to sleep once more. mealtime doesn’t escape you either; you’re always right by his side, mirroring his every move. and when he’s bathing, you’re there too, splashing around, your puppy instincts kicking in as you even use your tongue to ‘help’ him clean, despite the soap and water in the mix making you stick out your tongue in disgust.
playing together is easily one of your favorite times of the day. you both often wrestle, chase each other in a playful mock predator-prey game, tackle little puzzles suguru sets up before he leaves, and do so much more, always finding new ways to have fun.
just like every other day, like routine, you’re now wrestling on the living room floor after a long nap together. satoru always takes it easy on you since you’re a younger pup and much smaller, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he accidentally hurt you. but satoru likes to play rough, it’s not his fault, it’s instinct, he just wishes you didn’t perceive it as a real threat.
but as he’s got you pinned down, one of his play bites causes you to whine in fear, triggering your prey like instinct, and you immediately squirm out of his hold to roll onto your back and expose your belly. you pull your shirt up to your ribs and tilt your neck, wearing a tightly close eyed expression. seeing this, he grows a bit frustrated realizing it’s not apart of playtime— you’re offering submission once again.
he growls lowly under his breath as he leans into your exposed tummy, his growls continuing as his tongue gently licks at your soft skin. it’s his way of expressing frustration with your constant need to show him you’re submissive, a non-threat to his dominance, all while still trying to convey his affection.
he wants you to see him as your equal—you’re friends. friends who can wrestle, play, and play bite each other without the fear of one being seen as a looming, dangerous wolf. even if he might seem that way next to you, he wishes you could see past the size difference and realize that, at heart, he’s just another playful pup like you.
you whine and whine, your tummy twitching as he licks at it, but when your legs shift open mid-lick, his head tilts in slight confusion. he pauses, sitting up to observe the movement and make sense of it. you’re lying on your back with your legs open, your underwear exposed, since you usually only wear one of suguru’s large shirts with his scent on it and a pair of underwear—after all, you never really leave the house anyway.
he sniffs the air, curiosity piqued when he notices the sudden change in the aroma of the room, and follows the scent with his nose leading him, down to your underwear, where a damp patch catches his attention. his confusion deepens when you whine softly, your body reacting to the sensation of his nose brushing against it. it’s an intense scent, one that smells like the purest form of you, and it stirs his instincts to want for a taste.
so, he listens to his desire, lapping at it without much thought since he’s already groomed nearly every inch of you during your sunlit cuddles. as soon as he does though, you gasp, whining louder, instinctively pushing your hips closer to his face, urging him to continue. but you don’t need to ask—satoru is more than eager to taste this new part of you, to indulge in your scent and flavor until he gets full on it.
he grows quickly unsatisfied with his position beside you, leaning down with his face in between your legs. he maneuvers himself until he’s lying on his tummy and his face is stuffed into your undies instead, all while never allowing your clothed folds to be without his constant tonguing for one second.
any thought of why he even started licking your tummy in the first place is gone just as quickly as his instincts kick in and his unneutered cock twitches to life.
he’s slathering at the, now translucent, gusset of your panties in every way he can, soft and slow, long and hard, quick and short— and you seem to love it. you’re whimpering and crying out in a way he’s never heard from you before, your hands gently pawing at his hair and ears, massaging them as if you’re expressing your gratitude for what he’s doing.
your legs begin to shake, and even though he’s thoroughly lost in you, he grows a bit concerned and he pulls his head away, only to grow surprised when you whine out loudly in protest and push his head back into the in between of your legs to continue. his dominant wolf instincts makes him growl when forced into any position by a puppy like you, no matter how much he likes you. you whine a bit in frustration before slowly sitting up and leaning down to eagerly nuzzle and lick his face, as if to tell him, ‘i’m sorry, it just feels so good, i can’t help myself.’
he accepts your unspoken apology with closed eyes, enjoying the feel of your tongue on his face before returning to your needy pussy, his actions driven purely by instinct, as if it’s his duty to fulfill what his submissive puppy desires from him while simultaneously indulging his own yearning for the taste of you.
when your panties became so thoroughly soaked from his slobber that they grow loose, his tongue incidentally nudges it to the side, and that first slide of his tongue on your bare, sticky, throbbing labia makes you both moan loudly.
your grip on his ears almost hurts as he explores your folds with his mouth and very wide, curious eyes. he looks like a kitten tasting milk for the first time.
his tail is flicking and thumping energetically behind him, like a drumbeat of pure joy, as he feasts. his hands instinctively move to push your thighs painfully apart as to gain as much access as he can. he’s whimpering against you, caught between delight and pain because his cock is throbbing agonizingly but he doesn’t understand why.
satoru just won’t let up, not needing any kind of break with such a strong stamina that something akin to fireworks erupt within you. you release the loudest, messiest cries he’s ever heard, a slick, gooey pool leaks out of you while your pussy twitches. neither of you realize yet that you’ve just experienced an orgasm.
he’s never licked something up so fast in his life, ignoring the sounds of overstimulation coming from you. when you tug harshly at his hair, trying to pull him away, he growls fiercely, latching his mouth fully onto your entire labia and suckling it as if to claim ownership, making it clear you have no control in the matter. even he’s shocked by the intensity of his desire to assert his dominance.
he shoves his tongue deep into your body with his mouth still attached. he surprises himself when he breaches your hole because he didn’t even know you had one apart from your lower hole. he simply followed the source of the yummy slick and pushed past your entrance with one big push.
he grows addicted to the feeling of your bumpy walls against his long muscle quickly. he’s suckling on your labia and clit with his entire mouth as his tongue writhes around inside of your hole, all while his eyes roll back into his skull. he doesn’t even mind the way you’re squirming under him because nothing could unlatch the hold his jaw has on you now.
you feel completely claimed in every part of your physical being. you’re unable to decide if you fucking love feeling owned by the larger dominant wolf or if you want him to stop and give you mercy because of how sensitive you are. your legs are twitching and so limp that you’re unable to hold them up even if satoru’s hands weren’t holding them down.
eventually, he starts to feel guilty seeing the clear exhaustion on your face, so he releases his grip, slithering his tongue out of your hole and exposing the indents of his teeth. as he sits up, your legs snap shut hard. when he tries to lean in, nuzzling the side of your head in an attempt to show affection and regret for going too far, you push him away with a soft whine, causing him to pout in response.
eventually, after he whines and paws at your back enough, you allow him to lie behind you, curling into your back and holding you close. he doesn’t fully understand what just happened or what it means, but he feels an unshakable bond with you and an even stronger urge to protect you. the only downside is the throbbing, painfully persistent hard-on he’s left with— an irritating feeling until it finally subsides.
~
after that life altering moment where satoru unknowingly ate your pussy to completion and then more, he seemed to have unlocked your heat.
satoru’s ear flops as his head tilts in confusion, his curious, bright eyes fixed on you as you move strangely in front of him—stretching deliberately and even pressing your ass into his space a few times. you’re just as baffled as he is, unsure why you feel so hot and needy or why you’re desperate for satoru to be as close to you as possible.
you let out a frustrated whine when satoru continues to ignore your attempts at whatever it is you’re trying to convey, because he genuinely has no idea what you want. it starts to grate on him, until he finally lets out a low growl to make you stop, even if it leaves you looking a little dejected. feeling a twinge of guilt, he gives your leg a quick lick as a quiet apology before laying back down.
it’s only when suguru comes home and finds you on all fours—back arched and an unmistakable look of painful need on your face—that satoru perks up, finally paying closer attention now that suguru is here to notice your strange behavior and potentially give him context clues.
suguru rubs at your ears as he kneels in front of you and you keen into his palm happily as he tuts at you, “someone’s finally ready to mate.” satoru has no idea what that means, but it seems to be a good thing because your owner has a happy look on his face.
before satoru fully processes what’s happening, suguru is guiding both of you into your room and toward your shared bed. he gently lifts your standing form into a bridal hold, like you’re extra fragile right now and lays you down before encouraging you to settle into that same doggy position. he huffs in amusement and coos when you nuzzle into his touch, like you’re showing him appreciation for taking care of you, even though you don’t even know how he’s planning to alleviate that irritating heat within you.
with care, suguru pushes up your oversized shirt until it’s pooling on your mid section and slides your panties down your legs, revealing the area satoru had devoured just the day before. the sight and your scent growing ever stronger makes his cock jump at the memory.
suguru glances at satoru with an expectant look, lightly tapping your ass cheek a few times. satoru blinks in confusion, unsure of what’s being asked of him. after a few more encouraging taps and a gentle “come on, boy, come here,” satoru hesitantly moves closer to your behind, nosing at suguru’s hand as it taps your ass, as if to ask for clarification. he gives a few tentative licks to it with eyes on suguru, waiting for a telling gesture or command. he explores down to the familiar space between your legs, drawing on his experience from the other day to try and interpret suguru’s command. when your whine fills the room at the sensation and suguru praises him with a warm “good boy,” his tail wags enthusiastically, and his ears twitch in delight.
“wait—up, up!” suguru commands encouragingly before satoru can lean back in to lick it again. satoru’s confused but he still attempts to obey. he shifts to hover over your body, his hands planted firmly on the bed beside yours as his chest presses against your back.
“yes! good boy!” suguru praises the second satoru gets on top of you, “make her feel better, satoru. you can do it, smart boy.” suguru gently pulls satoru’s sweatpants down before sitting back and watching expectantly.
satoru turns back to you, nuzzling the side of your head before using one hand to gently pull your hair aside, wanting to see your face from the side he’s leaning on. he studies your expression, trying to gauge how you’re feeling about all of this confusing stuff, and when you turn to look at him, the pout on your face makes him give you a sympathetic whine. he softly licks your cheek, sensing your discomfort which in turn, brings him discomfort.
he nuzzles his face against yours to comfort you, and you rub back sweetly. but then, you start to rub your behind against his bare cock hanging between his legs and his ears perk up at the feeling.
“thaaats it satoru,” suguru praises, making satoru’s tail wag, “you know what to do.”
his hips begin to grind against you, sloppily rubbing his cock onto your thigh, ass, and sometimes brushing against your labia. he quickly becomes aware of how mildly pleasant the sensation is, and he can tell you’re enjoying it as well, especially when he rubs at the wet soft place between your legs. he tries his best to aim at that spot, hoping he can help you feel better somehow like suguru is encouraging him to do so.
satoru’s gyrating hips start to grow harsh as he lets out hums into your ear. yearning for more, his escalation makes you whimper, bracing your hands against the sheets to keep yourself up and steady.
that’s when satoru feels suguru’s hand around his semi hard cock, aiming his tip until its just barely nudged into your folds and saying little words of encouragement to start ‘mating’ with you, whatever that means. but it seems satoru doesn’t need to know the definition for his dick to penetrate your hole, because you and suguru do it for him— suguru uses one hand to push satoru’s ass towards you and you back up harshly until satoru’s fully mounted within your warm embrace.
satoru’s eyes roll back as your tongue lolls out and you both begin to pant in euphoria, feeling completely connected and relaxed. satoru’s cock starts to grow larger, slowly and steadily with every pulse of your pussy around it. neither of you notice as suguru coos and places satoru’s large hands directly on top of your small ones as if to connect you even more.
after that initial overwhelming wave of connection, satoru looks at suguru with a mix of confusion and a hint of panic, unsettled by the unfamiliar feeling and afraid of the unknown. meanwhile, you’re consumed by the heat of your cycle, focused only on the horny itch burning within. suguru chuckles, pats his head a few times, and reassures him that he’s okay, easing most of satoru’s worry.
despite satoru’s confusion, you don’t remain locked unmoving for long. his instincts take over as his anxiety passes and his body responds on its own, his tail curling around you in a protective, possessive way as his hips take a mind of their own.
every hump quickly accelerates the pace of his cock hardening and lengthening within you, as if your suctioning walls are so tight that they’re pulling his foreskin back and forcing the sensitive inches within to be exposed. after two strokes, he’s fully erect and stretching your little hole deliciously.
he ruts into you like a starved animal, like his dna is suddenly overtaken by his wolf genes as you go back and forth from moaning loudly in satisfaction, to turning your face to lick at his face in appreciation. you take his hammering into you like a champ, even when his weight crashes down on you and you fall flat. he humps you the whole way down until he’s crushing you underneath him and snaking his arms around your lower midsection as to push you up into him to meet his thrusts even deeper, if possible.
now in a prone bone position, you’re drooling out a continuous stream of spit down your face as he bares his teeth and growls. his own drool drips out of his mouth and down onto your face to join yours on the sheets. his entire cock is barely even exiting your warm embrace, only a few sticky inches are meeting the cool air of the room before pummeling back into you, over and over.
after only a few minutes, satoru’s teeth take a deep bite into your neck, unable to cope for much longer with your pleasure hole strangling his dick, causing you to cry out and tremble in utter submission. your hands fist the sheets, your toes curl, and you groan loudly as you feel something begin to stretch your entrance even wider, as if the base of his cock is growing inside of you. satoru begins to growl and whine louder at this, growing frustrated when his knot grows so large inside that it’s catching on your vacuuming walls and prohibiting him from exiting you.
his bite penetrates a bit deeper into your fleshy neck and suguru has to tap his nose with a stern reprimand to ‘be careful with her,’ making satoru growl but still obey and give the mark a quick, soothing lick before sinking his teeth back into you— but this time, to your shoulder. he’s trying desperately to pull out so he can push back in again but it hurts the both of you to do so, so he simply does what he can. he ruts into you without disengaging; his tip is just smudging against your cervix like a sloppy kiss.
since his knot began to grow, the feeling of foreboding pleasure grew with it, and it seems you’re synced with him because one of your hands is fisting his hair and ears that are fully pinned to his head while the other is digging your nails into his hip as it clenches and relaxes with every hump. his tail that was wrapped around your body moves to wrap around your arm and your own tail rubs at the inside of his thigh.
the sharp latch he has on your shoulder is tight, and when he shoots that first load of cum from the tip of his cock, bullseye right into your welcoming uterus, he pushes into you as deep as he can go and freezes as he groans loudly into your shoulder. you let out a breathy, whiny, drawn out ‘ahh!’ everytime you feel a hard spurt of hot cum being inserted inside of your tummy. your own orgasm crashes over you in tandem with your new mate, making your body shake violently, the only thing keeping you still being satoru’s very strong grip on your midsection and his weight pushing you down.
“good girl~” suguru praises you as he rubs behind your ears that twitch with every load of puppies satoru breeds into you, “milking your mate so good, doing such a good job. i bet that feels good, huh? satoru’s making you feel allll better~”
suguru simply laughs when satoru gives him a mean warning growl when he keeps rubbing at your ears for longer than he prefers him to. suguru knows he won’t bite him; satoru’s feeling a burst of affection for you due to being within the midst of his first orgasm, making him even more protective than he usually is.
the breeding part of this drags out for much longer than the actual fucking part of it did, satoru’s releasing so much cum every few seconds that you can feel it sloshing around inside of you at the very end of your tunnel, only kept inside by the plug of his knot. your pussy is starting to ache, being stretched so wide for so long. your whines and hands beginning to push at his hips expose your growing discomfort, making satoru’s instinct to protect you kick in and attempt at pulling out.
you both hiss in pain when he tries, his knot is still much too large to pull out of you just yet since he’s still letting out the last drops of his final load. even suguru cringes in pity, uttering a, “oof that must hurt.”
satoru sympathetically rubs and kneads at your lower belly as he continues to hold you still against him for your own sake. he unlatches his teeth from you just so he can lick long comforting swipes along your neck, shoulder, and face as to hopefully distract you from the pain you’re obviously in, due to his knot.
you start to weakly lick at him back with exhaustion in every atom of your body and it escalates into you just tonguing eachothers tongues and licking into one another’s mouths with relaxed closed eyes, basking in the connection of one another and the afterglow. the accidental making out takes your mind off of the agony of his swollen knot within you enough so you can breathe and neither of you can even hear suguru cooing at your kissing, calling you guys ‘just adorable!’
after minutes of sweet, slow, sloppy kisses, satoru’s knot deflates enough to pull himself out of you with only a wince, making his slobbery cock flop down to swing softly and heavily between his legs.
satoru is tired, but you’re utterly spent, pussy pulsing rhythmically as if to start the process of cooking up his little white haired, blue eyed puppies. despite your exhaustion, all you feel is relief— relief that satoru managed to scratch that horny agonizing itch. for now.
satoru’s primal need to clean you up after mating with you kicks in as he knees open your legs and leans down before shoving his face been your legs. your toes curl as you gasp and squeak, fisting the sheets harshly to cope with his long tongue lathering up and down your labia to scoop up the goo that’s escaping.
suguru snickers to himself in amusement, “what a gentleman.”
but when you reach over and grab at suguru’s arm, giving him big puppy eyes, silently pleading with him, he coos at you with a kiss to your cheek before pulling satoru away from your legs, “thaat’s enough. no more licking, satoru.”
satoru pouts as he’s pulled away but due to his fatigue, he allows it this time, and collapses onto your side ready for a long nap with his new companion.
suguru huffs with a smile as you pull at his hand in attempt to make him lie with you. he shouldn’t, because laying in your puppies’ bed is not good for training but, how could he say no to his new puppy? he gives in with a long hum and sits with his back to the bed’s headboard and rubs at your head in his lap before moving down to your shoulders, even down to your lower tummy to rub sweet circles on it.
when suguru’s hands begin to slide his oversized shirt up your body until it settles at your collarbone, you arch up into his touch as you give his arm a lick in affection. his hands glide over to caress your bare tits and he hums approvingly, “these are gonna feed your puppies, baby. gonna get alll swollen. are you excited to have satoru’s pups?”
lost in the euphoria of his huge, lanky hands enveloping and fondling your fleshy chest, you whine and nod in his lap as your hands skim over his cold ones, agreeing despite the fact that you’re not completely sure what he’s talking about.
“of course you are,” suguru smiles down at you before picking you up from under your arms just enough so he can maneuver himself to lie on the side of your body opposite of a sleeping satoru.
your ears flick happily when your owner lies beside you, his elbow propping him up with his head leaning on his hand so he can look down at you. satoru is curled onto your other side, sweatpants halfway down his thighs and snoring softly into your neck with arms loosely around your hips.
“she’s your mate now, satoru~” suguru whispers at an unconscious satoru as he uses his free hand to briefly rub at his ear, “she’s making your puppies in her belly right this very second. what a goood puppy, hm?”
suguru admires the sight for a beat before he leans down and pecks your lips. you’re completely surprised, and a flutter of delight bursts inside of you. he’s never done this before, you had just shared your first ‘kiss’ with satoru a moment ago, and the feeling of your owner that you love so much showing you affection in this way makes you so happy.
you begin to mock his peck, giving him more kisses back with sweet hums. you’re so distracted with it, that you don’t notice suguru guiding sleepy satoru with his free hand to latch onto your nipple until you feel his entire mouth envelop it with a rhythmic suction.
you gasp against suguru’s lips at the feeling and your legs twitch along with one of your ears. suguru shushes you soothingly and pulls back from your lips, watching you sharply as you blink down at satoru. his eyes are closed blissfully, and he’s sucking on it like it’s in his nature to do so.
it’s oddly comforting, despite the occasional graze of his sharp canines, and you find yourself humming softly and letting your head rest back on the bed to bask in the feeling.
“aww, you like that?” suguru coos, using his free hand to reach and move some of your hair away from your face before reaching down and rubbing a few fingertips along the edges of your other breast. goosebumps race down your body and you whimper, back arching into his touch and making satoru whine in protest of the movement. satoru grasps harder onto your hips to steady you in his sleep so he can suck your tit easier.
suguru leans down and presses a soft kiss beside your nipple and his eyes stay locked on yours as he does it. then, he starts to pepper kisses all around your breast and chest. it feels like an appreciation ritual, like he’s worshipping you.
his hand that was holding his head up before snakes between the bed and your mid back to rub at it and encourage you to arch as his kisses turn into wet, open mouthed ones that involve a lot of tongue. your breathing grows deeper and faster as his tongue leads to your free nipple.
but just when you think he’s going to latch on like satoru is, he moves away and kisses towards the other direction, making you whine in protest as your hand instinctively and softly paws at the back of his warm neck.
“want me to suck on it?” he questions you in mock curiosity, his hand that’s not under you moving to rub up and down the inside of your inner thigh.
you nod hastily, a prominent pout on your face that’s tainted heavily by the undeniable m euphoria you’re feeling from satoru’s relentless suckling.
suguru leans up to your face and moves his nose against yours in a eskimo kiss before rasping, “anything for my puppy.”
you sigh deeply in relief and your head falls back against the bed when he leans down and closes his eyes as his lips finally latch on. your abdomen twitches and your pussy pulses at the constant, wet suction they’re using on your sensitive nipples.
your hands move to tangle gently into the backs of each boys hair, massaging them sweetly as they each nurse on you, despite the lack of milk.
it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep to the sound of constant ‘chu!’ filling the room and the comforting sensation that comes with it.
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: as the hospital goes into lockdown, you realise you're trapped in wilsons office. what could possibly be brought up?
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: forced proximity, confessions, heavy makeout
based on season 6 episode 17 'lockdown'
The hospital’s usual hum of activity shifted abruptly as the announcement crackled over the intercom: 'Code Seven.' In an instant, doors swung shut with a heavy clang, sealing patients, visitors, and staff within isolated sections. Nurses exchanged tense glances, their hurried steps faltering as they processed the change in routine, and doctors glanced at each other in surprise, the weight of the lockdown settling into their expressions. Bright fluorescent lights cast a harsh glare down the sterile hallways, now unsettlingly quiet. In the suspended silence, everyone waited, caught between the familiar routine of the hospital and the unfamiliar sense of entrapment.
You had to admire the way Wilson had decorated his office; it showed every aspect of his personality. A framed photo of him and House, probably one of the only photos of House looking happy in existence, sat on his desk next to a small robot made from clay that one of his child patients gave him. Stood proud on his bookcase were articles he had published, next to his degree. You’d been in his office countless times for a multitude of reasons, consults, pages, situations involving House; all you were meant to see him for today was a consult on a patient file.
That was until the lockdown alarm sounded and a security guard told the both of you to not leave the room. At first the room was clouded in an awkward tension as you sat on his couch but once the boredom hit you couldn’t help but pace around the room examining every detail as you shared stories of the countless stupid decisions House had made. It was difficult to not have the conversation be about him considering that was your only shared experience. Eventually you found yourself comfortable on the floor, knees to your chest as Wilson sat near you with his legs out flat.
‘Every time we talk it always leads back to House,’ You laughed as you rested your head against the wall, ‘It’s not as if he has anything important to say outside of a case.’
‘Actually.’ Wilson hesitates as he tilts his head to look at you, ‘There was one thing he said.’ You turn to look at him urging him to continue.
‘He had a theory that I might have feelings towards you.’ He said it in his usual Wilson tone, hesitating before words but still being unable to stop himself from speaking them. A small smile placed itself on your face when you rested a hand on his to comfort him from the feelings that he had pushed too far.
You didn't even notice as your bodies began leaning into each other, faces only inches apart. 'Do you think House was right?' you whisper, your eyes flicking between Jame's eyes and lips. The gap was closing, only a few centimetres between the one thing you wanted.
‘It’s always been you, ever since I first saw you walk in to help House with a case and when you stayed to be part of the team, I didn’t know what to do.’
bzzz
The phone on Wilson's desk interrupted the tension. James hung his head before muttering a small 'I should get that.' He sounded borderline upset. Leaning against the outside of his desk, he answered the phone, the voice on the other end sounding a lot like House. James answered every stupid question House threw at him about whatever patient he was stuck in a room with.
'James,' You meant it as a question but it came out more of a declaration. Standing to be on his level you saunter over to stand in front of him. 'Yes, we were told not to leave the room when she dropped a file off.' Maybe it was the way Wilson was talking about you, his tone of voice or maybe it was the surfaced emotions caused by being forced together in a small space but something caused a wave of bravery to overcome you as you took the phone from his ear and placed it back on the receiver.
'Y/N,' he breathes out placing one hand on your waist and the other under your chin, tilting your head up to face him.
You leaned into each other slowly, your breaths mingling as the space between you dissolved. Your hands found their way to the back of his neck, fingers curling into his hair, drawing him closer. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer against him. You pulled back, placing one hand on his cheek and the other on his chest as you pulled him towards the couch.
He pulled you on top of him as he fell back, moving your legs to straddle him, his lips finding yours again. Untucking his shirt you feel every detail of his chest. It was an unspoken agreement, forcing the kiss to deepen, flowing into something urgent and needed. Your fingers moved from his chest to his shirt, beginning to unbutton the top buttons while he took your jumper off. Your fingers slipped into the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer feeling the warmth of his body. He responded with equal hunger, his lips moving in perfect rhythm as the air between you thickened. Everything about this was raw and unfiltered.
The door burst open, the high voice of Cuddy ringing in the room, ‘Lockdowns over, sorry Wilson I-‘ She paused as she realised the scene she had walked in on. ‘I will leave you to it.’ She began to close the door, ‘I have an obligation to tell you that any sexual activity within hospital grounds will result in a suspension so please, take it to the car’
Hello! I have an idea if you want to do it: A Wilson x reader fic, where the reader is having a bad day or a headache. Wilson tries his best to comfort the reader
thank you for the request! i had fun writing this one cause i suffer really bad with headaches lol
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: headaches were a common occurrence in your life but the ones like this made it hard to function without your knight in shining armour
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: descriptions of chronic headaches, fluff
request: the reader is having a bad day or a headache, Wilson tries his best to comfort the reader
note: i suffer with a musculoskeletal condition that causes me to have chronic migraines so trust i felt this one in my bones lol
Your eyes were half-closed, squinting against even the softest light in the room, opening them any further would have encouraged the pain to continue. A dull, throbbing ache wrapped itself around the base of your skull, radiating upwards with waves of intensity that pulsed unpredictably, leaving you dizzy and nauseated. Even your thoughts felt fragile, as if they might splinter under the relentless pressure that pulsed behind your eyes.
'Sweetheart?'
You stirred at the shout calling you, if he shouted one more time he was going to walk out the house castrated. Creaking the door open he saw your curled up figure, outlined by the blankets on top of you, causing worry to consume him. 'Y/N, honey, what's happened?' He rushed to kneel beside the side of the bed, resting his hand on your head as he pushed a few pieces out of your face.
'It's just a headache James, It's bad today.' You open your eyes to look at your boyfriend and attempt to give a small smile. He plants a small kiss on your forehead before standing up and leaving the room only to come back moments later with a glass of water and two tablets.
'As a doctor, I prescribe you enough drugs to cure one of House's patients.' He laughs, helping you sit up before taking the blankets into your shared living room. Watching him through the doorway, you see him setting up the couch with blankets and setting another glass of water on the table before you move to sit on the end of the bed rubbing your temples.
You don't even notice as he joins you in your room. Without a word, he moved behind you, placing his hands gently on your shoulders. He began slowly, pressing his thumbs into the knots along your shoulders, working with careful pressure.
You exhaled, a sign that his touch was helping. He moved up along her neck, massaging the tense muscles there, easing his fingers in slow circles. His hands were warm and strong, and he took his time, mindful of you breathing as it slowed and deepened with each pass of his palms. When he reached the base of your skull, he gently kneaded the spots just behind your ears, spots he knew often turned tight when your headaches flared. Letting out a soft sigh, your shoulders loosened under his touch.
'I've set the living room up for us and ordered take out, we can sit in the dark until you're ready and if you feel up to it we can watch a movie or I'll sit with you in silence if you want me to shut up.' He whispered softly. 'Thank you,' you murmured softly, barely audible. 'I love you.'
'I love you.' He breathed out leaving a soft kiss on your neck. He stayed with you, one hand resting gently on your arm, offering his quiet presence as a kind of anchor. No words, no pressure—just a steady, calm place for your to lean into as you waited for the pain to pass.
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: in preparation for your lazy evening with james, you have a quick freshen up and a sweet moment
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none, pure fluff
request: could you write a James Wilson fic about a few or all of these prompts (that is up to you)? “you have something in your hair… umm do you want me to get it out?”, “your hair is always so soft when you get out of the shower”, “wait, don’t pull away… not yet” and “you look really cute in that sweater”
note: there is no specific hair type or race detailed in this fic, every hair type is gorgeous :)
Water cascades over you, tracing the curve of your shoulders and spilling down your back . The steam condenses the room, blending with the strands of your damp hair. The air is thick, heavy with heat and the faint scent of rose, wrapping you in a comforting haze.
Tomorrow was one of the rare days that both you and James had off; no hospitals, no patients, no House for an entire 24 hours. Usual couples would plan a day out, see a movie, go to a restaurant but with the hectic lives the both of you live at work the perfect day together is one where you do nothing but enjoy each others company. After finishing your shift tonight all you wanted to do was have a shower and cuddle with your boyfriend and with your next day being filled with nothing but each other, you couldn't wait.
Stepping out, you feel the cold hit when your feet touch the floor. Wrapping a towel around your body after drying yourself you step into the shared bedroom to see it empty.
'James?' No answer, he must still be at work, his shift was a bit longer than yours. You put a pair of his pyjama bottoms on as well as one of his sweaters and clean up the bathroom before starting to dry your hair.
'Sweetheart?' You turn around to see him leaning against the door frame, 'I heard you call me just as I was coming in the door' He was still wearing his work clothes, his baby blue shirt and dark blue tie that you bought him for the previous christmas. He takes a couple steps towards you, focusing on your hair. Standing behind you he speaks, 'You have something in your hair,' he pauses, 'do you um want me to get it out?'
He looks at you through the mirror as you laugh, 'Jamie we've been together a while now, you don't have to ask before touching me.' He mumbles a small apology as he picks the bit of fluff out of your damp hair, not having fully dried it before he had interrupted.
'Your hair is always so soft when you get out of the shower' He leans his body against yours, nuzzling his head in your neck as he places a small kiss to it. Breathing in your scent, his hands begin travelling across your skin before he pulls back with a questioning look on his face. 'Is that mine?'
You try to stifle a laugh as you shake your head pointing to the jumper you had on. 'I would never steal your clothes! Does that really sound like something I'd do?' You push him out the bathroom, a sign for him to get changed so you can begin to enjoy your peaceful night.
'By the way,' He gave you a quick kiss before finishing his sentence. 'You look really cute in that sweater'
cw: dad toji, non-muscular body appreciation, toji calls reader mama
40 something year old Toji who doesn’t have the carved abs he used to have in his twenties
now he has a belly, soft and huggable
his kids favourite thing is sleeping on top of him, he’s warm and comfortable
he doesn’t care about shaving every other day anymore
going a few days and maybe a week with a stubble
he will definitely shave if you ask
but it’s just very fun to watch you squirm when his thick facial hair trickles your neck as he kisses you
in his younger year he used to shave his chest and abdomen too
he doesn’t care about it anymore either, you like his chest hair and he’s quite aware about how your eyes drift down his happy trail when he’s shirtless he lives for it
his chest is hard when he flex but still soft enough to be your favourite pillow during the night
he’s not any less hot
his arms are still muscular, maybe even bigger than before due to the long hours he spends on your house remodelling lifting all sorts of heavy material for you to have your dream home (and him saving as much money as possible)
sometimes you catch him looking at himself for a bit too long in the mirror after shower, he rubs his soft belly and grabs his sides
you don’t want to make him self aware so you carefully snicker behind him, wrapping your arms around his soft torso and kissing his shoulder blades
“come on daddy, why don’t you put those guns to a good use” you whisper on your tiptoes running a hand on his arm
“sure thing, mama” he picks you up so easily it never fails to amaze you how strong he is
sometimes he’ll carry a seven year old megumi (which’s already too heavy for you) in his bicep while doing other things around the house like he’s nothing
the extra weight he gained over the years shows up especially when he uses his old sweat pants, he doesn’t seem to realize how it hugs his ass so perfectly
he also doesn’t understand why his crotch feels so tight so he keeps pulling the material of his pants
“doll did you put those in the dryer? i think it has shrunken” he says looking down while you sip your coffee paying good attention to his perfect butt
his thighs are not immune to his growth either, they are not as muscular as they were when he used to workout but oh boy you can spend a ridiculous amount of time starting at them when he sits down, legs spread in his old basketball shorts
when he brings his friends over for a barbecue in his yard you bet he’s gonna pull you to sit on his lap at some point (or several) during the day
there’s no better feeling for him then sipping his cold beer while rubbing his loved one legs and watching his kids playing at the playground he build himself
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: after realising you’ve gone into heat, L does all he can to help you before he loses control
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut, female reader, has omegaverse themes (not really about it, just being in heat), soft dom L, praise, degradation, choking, dry humping, sir kink, very heavy breeding, knotting, tiny bit of brat reader, tiny bit of feral L, reader doesn’t want kids, use of pet names (honey, sweetheart, darling, baby, pretty girl, puppy, pet), L calls himself your owner once, nesting, reader goes into subspace, aftercare
• request by anon: can we get a dom!L x reader smut with some degradation ;)
L was usually up to date with your heats, tracking them and waiting for symptoms to suggest you were in preheat but with this new Kira case he simply lost track of time. In his defence it wasn’t entirely obvious when you would be going into heat, having one every couple months meant it was quite irregular and could be a week or so later than your previous one. of course, nesting during your preheat was the most obvious sign; L had become accustomed to missing pillows and shirts, sometimes even his boxers.
he had spent too long at the detective compound, his scent slowly evaporating from your shared apartment. as per his request, you were also part of the case so that the man could ‘keep a better eye on you, sweetheart, can’t let my pretty little omega get lonely now, can i?’ as he had put it. yet here you sat, surrounded by blanket after blanket with a few pillows worked into the mix, a collection of L’s clothes in the centre. while he had noticed you asking for a week off work, you putting it down to a cold, it took him having to see your nest for him to connect the dots of his instinctual neglect.
walking through the apartment door for the first time in three days, he was stunned to see you in the living room, laying peacefully in the middle of your nest.
oh.
now it made sense. trying not to wake you, he carefully trod to where you lay only to be met with a sight he couldn’t resist. you were soundo, laying on your left side while hugging a pillow you had yourself wrapped around as you subconsciously humped away at it, hips quickly rutting against it. he takes in your body, dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of panties that had a wet patch seeping through the front. his poor baby. he knew he should have realised sooner, you asking for a week off 4 days ago means you would probably be in heat by now, the preheat only lasting a couple days. while it may not seem like a long time to betas, if you ignore a heat or rut for long enough, it can cause some serious pain. maybe he wasn’t the worlds greatest detective after all.
sitting crossed legged just outside your nest, he placed a hand on your bare ankles, slowly trailing his hand up to test your reaction. you let out a light whimper to his touch, speeding up your grinding as his hand neared the top of your thigh. you were definitely in heat, there was nothing pre about this. by how long you had been throwing your hips against the pillow, he gathered that it wasn’t enough, too little friction, for you to cum. for that, you needed him.
‘darling? come on honey, you have to wake up for me, yeah?’ picking his hand up so only his fingertips touched you, he trailed them around the skin of your thigh making random patterns. the sensation tickled causing you to jerk your leg and wake up to his scent consuming the apartment. turning around as you sat up, you finally noticed the man sitting about a meter away, not daring to enter your nest.
a smile appeared on your face, ‘i didn’t think you’d be home, you were so invested in the case i didn’t want to bother you. i missed you’
‘you should have told me sweetheart, i should have figured it out; i’m sorry’ throwing yourself onto your lover, he knew that was your way of saying you forgave him. even though you were emotional at the sight of your boyfriend, your instincts didn’t take long to kick in. L smelled so sweet you couldn’t resist biting down on his neck, right onto his scent gland, making the man let out a quick, low moan.
you jumped back immediately covering your nose with your arm, burying it into the crevice of your elbow. ‘i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to do that you just smelled so sweet and you’ve been gone so long your scent started to disappear and i missed you so much, i-’ even though he had been your alpha for 5 years now, you both hated doing things to each other without explicit consent even if it hinders your heat or rut. like before, he places his hand on your leg, trailing up and he moved to lean over you, now sat up on his knees. ‘L you should go i know you have work and i have at least 2 days left, if you stay i’ll need you to stay for all of it but i don’t expect you to do that.’ rambling had become a normal thing in the relationship. L will talk about the case and his theories while you talk about yours, always linking things to each other and he always listened; not this time.
as he moves his hand to cup the side of your face, moving your hair out of the way, L speaks, ‘i’ve been with you for every heat you’ve had during this relationship, that’s not going to change now pretty girl.’ being only centimetres away from you, it was only now that your scent invaded him. he had smelt it when he walked through the door but he was too focused on seeing you to pay attention to what it meant. everyone knew what it meant. heats can trigger ruts.
L knew he had to control himself, it’s you that he has to take care of, not him.
you couldn’t take it anymore, you pulled him in for what you thought would be a long kiss, feeling his lips leave yours just as soon as they touched. a defeated look crossed your face, a small pout present on your lips.
‘i want to take care of you honey but i’m not going to invade your nest, that’s your space.’ so that’s why he was hesitant. ‘i want you L, i want you here.’ you flop down into the middle of your nest, raising your arms to the sky, tilting them towards him as a way of beckoning him in. he gives you a look that you know is asking if you’re sure but are. you’ve never been so sure about needing him as you have now. nodding, you watch him step over the surrounding blankets, kneeling in between your spread thighs.
trailing a finger over your pantie covered slit, he pushes your knee to the side seating himself closer to you. ‘my poor baby. i’ve neglected you, haven’t i?’ you buck your hips up at his words, ones you know are condescending but god do they make you feel validated. shushing your whines he pushes your hips back down to the floor. ‘it’s okay honey, i’m here to take care of you, to give you what you need. you just have to do one little thing for me, can you do that?’
you move your upper half to rest on your elbows beside you, not exactly at L’s height but not laying down either. nodding quickly, you sit yourself up some more to listen to his words. ‘never again do you hide yourself from me. i don’t care if i’m working or solving a case or even sleeping; you never hide away.’ he reached forward to fully lean over you, his scent becoming a drug.
swiftly wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, you begin grinding against him desperate for friction. he was taking too long, you didn’t care for his niceness when all you needed was to be fucked dumb. rubbing your slick against him had him harder than he’d ever been before. he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer without going into rut. your body, slick and scent encased him to the point he thought he was suffocating but my god if this isn’t the best way to go.
‘calm down honey, you’ll get me, you have to be patient.’ he tried to lift himself up, to focus himself on you and not how badly he wanted to knot and breed you. you had both decided on not having kids, it wasn’t really an interest for either of you but the urge to breed never went away, not with the instincts you were both born with. but there’s medication for that, ones you both take. he’ll have to remember to make you take it when you feel better.
‘no L, i’ve waited too long! need you now or i’ll die!’ you exclaimed humping him just as fast as you did the pillow earlier on. grabbing your jaw, he squeezed making your mouth fall open and a small whine escape from the pain. ‘take your legs off me now or i’ll walk out of here and let you be all hot and bothered by yourself, is that what you want pet? how many times have you cried these past couple days from your fingers not being enough, you don’t want to deal with that again do you?’ in an instant, your arms were by your side while your legs rested on the ground.
looking up so helplessly to him, he feels a tang of regret for his harsh threat. your eyes watering so much he saw his reflection. at this point, you didn’t know if you were on the verge of crying because of his threat, his desire to keep you untouched for as long as possible or because he was right. your fingers were never enough, not after you’ve had him inside you; sure you can make yourself cum but it’s never as good as when L does it for you. not even your tiny little vibrator he bought you for moments like this could satisfy your urges. you needed him to breed you and you needed it now.
‘i’m sorry, sir, i just really really missed you.’ you knew putting emphasis on the sir and really would make him give you what you want, or so you thought.
‘i know, my sweet thing, but a detective knows best,’ he moves a hand from beside your head to trail it down your body, stopping at your tits to kneed them. like any good detective, he knows the ins and outs of the cases he works and tonight he’s working you. L knows what places make you keen for him, arching your back to push yourself closer to him. he knows how sensitive your entire body gets when you go through your heats, how easy it is to make you submit to him no matter how bratty you try to act. ‘and i know where you need me.’
moving his hand further, he grips your waist and grinds himself against you once, twice then pulls his hips away. tease. how he has the strength to tease you is beyond him, pushing down his urge to rip you thin panties clean off and breed you right now is overwhelming. perhaps him grinding into you was his urges and him puling away was his control. he didn’t know; he didn’t care either.
cupping your mound, he pressed his hand flush against you and you seized the opportunity. working your hips against his hand was hard but it was more rewarding than your fingers. he didn’t pull away this time instead choosing to grind his hand into you at your fast pace. although covered, the pressure was directly on your clit right where you ached the most. whining, you grabbed his hand trying to push it even further against you. you’ll take anything you could get at this point.
warmth consumed you as you saw stars merge into your vision, throwing your head back eliciting a loud moan. ‘that’s it sweetheart, you’ve been so good now that attitude’s gone i think you deserve a little more, what’d you say?’
furiously nodding, you sat up moving him with you. this time, he kissed you and didn’t pull away. your tongue mixed with his while he moved to place a hand on your neck, barely squeezing. lifting you by your thighs with his other hand, he placed you to straddle him as he fucked up into you.
‘i’m sorry darling, i can’t hold back any longer. i have to fuck you, have to breed you; is that what you want?’
you moved from his lips to his neck, roughly biting down. he moved you off, flipping you to your stomach, pulling your ass in the air causing you to arch.
yesyesyes this is what you needed, what you craved.
you couldn’t see, your head buried in the pile of L’s clothes, but you heard what you assumed to be L’s shirt hit the floor before the roughness of yanking denim against skin. in an attempt to help, to feel more of him, you managed to pull his top over your head as he ripped your panties down the side, chucking them away outside the nest after giving them a quick sniff.
your slick sticks to the insides of your thighs as L puled them further apart, pushing the head of his cock into your quivering hole. you both let out a visceral moan, feeling him go further as you push yourself towards him. ‘taking me so well, sweetheart, almost there honey.’ you knew how big he was, how full he made you feel and it made you want him even more; feeling the short ache when he first entered you was a feeling to never be forgotten. he’d been so gentle up to now, caressing your face, soft kisses but as he pushed the final two inches in, he couldn’t hold his urges back. slamming into you, bottoming out, you wail revealing in the stretch of him inside you.
starting with fast, gentle thrusts he humps into you. he didn’t want to hurt you, not until you asked, until your pretty pussy squeezed him so tight he had to have his way with you. grabbing the upper part of both your arm, he crossed them behind your back, using the new grip to go deeper into you. you cry out his name, chanting anything that comes to mind.
a chain of L, L, L followed by a series of uh uh nha’s left your lips as he pounded harder. moving his hand from holding your wrists, he reaches his hand around the front of your neck, roughly pulling you upward your back now against his chest. trailing down, his other hand starts lightly rubbing your clit; the difference compared to his harsh thrusts almost sends you over the edge. ‘gonna cum sir, please let me cum.’
speeding up his fingers rubbing circles on your aching bud he speaks, ‘so needy baby, only fucked you for two minutes and you’re already begging me to let you cum. this needy little cunt knows how her alpha is. go on then, cum.’
his words had you tumbling over the edge the moment they left his mouth. one of the only things you enjoyed about your heats was the fact that it made your orgasms so much stronger. adrenaline coursing through your veins had you clawing anything you could, L’s arms and neck as you reached behind you becoming littered in scratches. despite this being your second orgasm of the night, you sill needed more. you could feel yourself slipping away into the space where everything felt the best.
head fuzzy, you go limp against your partner, your headspace allowing you to feel everything leaving you unable to react apart from your tight grip on L’s wrist.
‘doing so well honey,’ while he may not have noticed your heat, he did notice your shallow breaths as your grip got tighter around him. you were barely there but the thought of finally having him breed you kept you partly present. as he slipped you off his aching cock, he continued, ‘gotta stay with me, can you do that for me, pretty?’ he lightly pushed your body forward, the hand once on your clit now flexing on your stomach as he moved backwards to turn you around.
you could barely comprehend his words, now only feeling disappointment at the feeling of his cock leaving you, let alone his motions as he spun you around. laying you on your back, he once again parted your legs as he knelt between them. his touch was softer, similar to how he touched you when he first walked in. resting a hand on your cheek, cupping your face, he lightly jerked you making sure you were still with him. ‘need to use your words darling, i can’t give you what you want if you don’t talk to me.’
opening your eyes, you looked to see him now leaning over you. resting your hand against his, you nuzzled your face into it giving a small smile, ‘breed. please.’ your voice was quiet, the thoughts in your head being too loud, his scent overwhelming you.
his length twitched at your words, so contradictory to the way you said them. placing a light kiss on your lips he tilted his head to watch as he pushed himself into you once again. the stretch was still there, only this time because you could feel his knot forming. he sheaved himself inside you in one shallow thrust which had you arching into him.
tilting his head back up to face yours, L kissed you again this time more loving and heated. he knew how much you could handle, how much it took before you slipped into your empty headspace that had you feeling so good and he was more than willing to take you there. ‘you feel so good, slutty pussy like yours always feels so good. want me to breed you, be full of your owners cum? huh, puppy? i’ve already fucked you dumb it would be stupid not to fill you up; maybe this time it’ll take, have some pups of our own.’ you knew that was his instincts talking, you didn’t want kids, but fuck did it make you feel good to hear him speak like that. you all but scream out a moan as his knot breaches your hole now only allowing him to harshly grind into you, ‘yes sir, please breed me, want to be so full of you, have your pups.’
one particularly harsh movement had him hitting that spot over and over again which had you once again cumming around him, that headspace consuming you, you grip on his hand becoming looser as you felt your body go limp.
grabbing that hand, L held it with all the tenderness he could must as he dipped his head into the nape of your neck, brushing against your ear as he let out a whispery moan, the huskiness of his voice becoming clear. his grip on your hand tightened, you only slightly holding onto it, as he came deep inside of you. he had knotted you, the warm liquid filling you more full than you had felt for months. it felt so good, you could feel it moving inside if you as he came some more, the final squirts were what tipped you over the edge to be completely devoured by subspace. your laboured breathing gave L the conformation he needed to know you were completely gone, you had succumbed to the pleasure and let it eat you alive. he waited a couple minutes for his knot to soften, whispering praise and sweet nothings into your ear occasionally kissing you knuckles of the hand he still had a firm grasp of.
pulling himself out of you, he picked up one of the tees from the small hill of his clothing you had used for your nest using it to wipe away most of your sweat and stray cum. chucking it to the side, he picked up another one softly trying to wake you from your fucked out state. while you weren’t entirely asleep yet, revelling in the pleasure he had brought you, it faded in and out of your mind trying to entice you. letting out a soft hum, you felt him lift you up and slip the tee over your head, you senses clearing but the feeling never faded.
while he slipped on his boxers from before, you rolled over trying to feel for him. hushing you, he laid beside you. ‘it’s okay, honey, you did so well. i’m so so proud of you, taking me so well. my good girl.’ pulling you onto his chest he kissed your temple softly tracing patterns on your arm.
as you finally gave into the nagging thoughts of sleep, you felt L pull you closer while telling you how much he adores you. he may forget things sometimes but the one thing he could never forget is how much he truly loves you.
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Druig was the most infuriating Eternal, it was about time you showed him just how much you hated him
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut, porn with no plot, hate sex, d/s dynamics, oral (f & m receiving), AFAB reader, degradation, praise towards the end, sub/brat reader, hard dom! Druig, partly wall sex, hinting to a relationship but never fully said, a lot of dialogue, one time use of daddy, one line of breeding, briefly uses his powers on you once with permission, overuse of the word pretty, sweet sweet aftercare,, not proofread!!
based on the song Ego by Sarah Kennedy
NOT PROOFREAD and had to cut parts out
Baby stroke my ego
Will you tell me please?
And watch my heart take a hold of me
‘you’re infuriating.’ you breathed out, back against the hard wall. his hands roamed every part of you they could get to. ‘that’s what you said last time but i still fucked you senseless.’ his lips ghosted every inch of your neck as he left as many marks as possible. ‘yeah but...’ you trailed off as he sucked on your sweet spot just below your ear. letting out a low, quiet moan you bucked your hips against his, moving your hands to roam his chest only for his hands to leave your body and grab your arms. ‘last time still isn’t the best fuck i’ve had.’ you were riling him up.
‘shut up and stay still like my good little whore, yeah darlin?’ his accent was thick, his eyes clouded with lust as he moved from your neck to your face and stared at you while moving to grip your wrists in his left hand above your head. trying to lean forward in a pitiful attempt to catch his lips, you fail and a hand wraps itself around your neck. ‘no baby, you gotta tell me please.’ it wasn’t even three minutes in and he had already had enough of your shit.
Baby stroke my ego
Will you kiss my pride?
And watch the lights change inside my eyes
‘you don’t need an ego boost.’ his lips hovered over yours. he was so close to giving you what you wanted but you knew he wouldn’t until you relented first. with his incredible strength holding your wrists against the wall above you, he gave you no room for upper body movement so you had no choice. wrapping your legs around his waist you pulled him closer, his lips almost colliding with yours. ‘come on pretty,’ he whispered quieter than a mouse, ‘use your words for me.’ and so you did.
‘please Dru, please fuck me. i want you, need you.’ moving his right hand from your neck, he grabbed your thigh hiking it further up his hip as he began grinding his hard, clothed girth against you. he left no time for you to protest as his lips smashed against yours in a rage filled kiss. slowly trailing his hand up from your thigh to your hip, to your tits, back to your neck and finally resting it on your jaw; he tilted your head up giving him better access to deepen the kiss.
teeth against teeth, tongues fighting each other neither of you wanting to give in yet all it took for your guard to crumble was a light bite to your bottom lip as he pulled away leaving you whining.
If I could walk into your mind
Take your hand and show you mine
Show you things you wouldn't like to see but you would like to be
‘i’ll let you cum here if i get to go inside your mind.’
‘Druig we’ve never done that...’ you got quieter as the sentence went on and before you could continue you were interrupted. ‘i’ll be here the whole time but if you don’t want to we can go straight to my bedroom.’ even through all the bickering and sarcastic comments this moment defined him as a person. he would argue with you for days but the moment he had you at his mercy he wanted to make sure you were on board. Druig might have been a dick but he cared and that was evident now more than ever.
‘do it. take control of me.’ he would only ever go inside your mind fully when you gave him permission but never had he used it in a sexual sense. the hatred was never true, sure you almost punched him a few times and sure you’ve threatened each other on countless occasions but never have you really hurt him. he treated you well when he wasn’t bullying you to the point of hate fucking.
watching as he looked up at your from between your thighs, you saw his pretty blue eyes turn gold before you lost all controllable feeling. you could still see what was happening, my god you could feel it too but it was heightened. you had no control over yourself but you still knew what was happening.
still looking at him you could see he was kissing along your thigh so how was it you could still hear his voice. keep your arms against the wall pretty girl, just like that with your wrists crossed. if he was in your mind does that mean he could talk to you through your thoughts? there was no way else he could talk since his mouth was busy leaving bites and bruises against the plush skin of your thigh.
Baby stroke my ego
Say it from your knees
Some say it's evil
I say it's me
having full control of yourself again, as much control as you could around Druig, you pulled him up by his jackets collar till he was up against you yet again. smirking at your dusty cheeks, coloured with the glow of your orgasm, he tried to kiss you but you put your index finger against his mouth before he had the chance. ‘i’m not stroking your ego anymore.’ turning yourselves around, you now had him up against the wall in a place you were not even two minutes ago.
‘no baby course not, you’ll be too busy stroking something else.’ he gripped your jaw tilting his head up to get a better look at you before pushing your shoulder down until you were on your knees. pawing at his trousers, you freed him from his boxers; his tip was leaking pre cum begging for you to touch it. instantly you places him in your mouth not hesitating to take him as deep as you could. he bucked his hips at your eagerness pushing him further down your throat causing you to choke and gag. it only spurred him on further as he watched drool dribble at the base of his cock as your nose pressed against his pelvis.
before he could release, he swiftly pulled you off of him. ‘need to cum inside you, sweetheart, not yet.’
Baby lose your patience
Take what you need
See it's fine to be like me
leading you into his bedroom, he dropped you in the centre of his king sized bed, rippling the sheets as you bounced slightly at the soft impact. the primal need had taken over the both of you; your clothes being all but ripped off.
Druig was harsh, cruel even, as he entered you being graceful enough to give you only a few seconds before he started his assault on your dripping core. wrapping a hand around your pretty neck his face twisted at raw pleasure.
‘who’s. your. fucking. daddy?’ he growled tightening his hold around your throat, each word was punctuated with a harsh thrust as he pounded into you relentlessly. ‘huh? who owns you and this pretty fucking body?’ his grip never loosened but you didn’t want it to. struggling to find words you brought your hand up from his thigh to his arm and tapped twice signalling you needed more air.
loosening his hand but still keeping it firmly on your neck he allowed you time to breathe while still fucking into you. ‘you, Druig, always you.’ you spoke as you turned your head to face his wanting to feel all of him. knowing what you needed he brought his lips to yours once again. it was always heated when the two of you were like this, pure hatred coursing through each of your veins. you had lost count the amount of times Druig had you like this, there was no point in keeping track because you know it would just happen again, over and over. both of you refusing to admit it but it was clear as day; the purposeful teasing and arguing, one always finding a flaw with what the other is doing leading to a fight that ends up with you at his mercy.
If I could walk into your mind
Take your hand and show you mine
Show you things you wouldn't like to see
But you would like to be
by now, you were a fucked out mess and he noticed that. ‘look so pretty when you cum around me darlin, you’re my good little fuck toy, yeah?’ he was trying to keep you from slipping away, your exhaustion obvious. nodding in response you squeezed his hand before speaking in a soft quiet voice, ‘breed me Dru, wanna feel all of you, all of the time.’ he moans at your words, burying his face in your chest you could feel his breathing get heavier and heavier until you brought your free hand up to face to pull him into one final kiss.
feeling his hips stutter and his rhythm grow in speed, you moved your hand from his cheek to his hair you tugged lightly still intertwining tongues and hands. that final feeling, you pulling him back to you, he whimpered as he came inside you; painting your walls white he continued lazily fucking you through his orgasm as your body became too sensitive too quickly. moaning in pain and pleasure, you took your hand away from his hair and tried with all your might to push at his chest but instead only lightly brushed against it.
understanding your silent message he lifted himself off of you, finally removing his hand from yours and pulling out of you. cum dripped out of your weak hole, ‘my beautiful, beautiful girl.’ he used his thumb to swipe at the dribbling liquid only to push it back into you. a whine escaped your lips as you gave a feeble attempt to close your legs, stopped by Druig’s muscly arms. he gave a low chuckle before reaching over to his bedside table and opening his drawer in search of a handkerchief.
as he wiped away the mess, you tried to roll over already half swept away by the call of slumber. stopping his motions, Druig throws the handkerchief somewhere in the room and cuddles down behind you. lifting your fucked out body up so he could place an arm under your neck and the other wrapped around your waist, he found one of your hands making its way into his. nuzzling into your neck he broke the comforting silence.
u think i am joking but this is genuinely how i look while writing: “god, you’re so fucking wet” and “such a good girl” for the hundreth time in my miserable existence
Look, if I introduced a WIP on here excitedly and then promptly never mentioned it again, it doesn’t mean I’m not working on it, it means I’m slowly rotating it in my mind like a rotisserie chicken and then went out to the grocery store to buy several other rotisserie chickens while I wait for it to cook and then slowly started rotating those rotisserie chickens and repeat
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