Suspicious Jacket

Jacket 32 he/him Side blog to post my sus art, references, and ramblings about my husband and I from different AUs or IRL.

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I am just accepting that this is mainly gonna be horny texts posts or drabbles on here for a lil while as I'm insufferable and waiting for my husband to come home

Gay, pred/prey, dom/sub, breeding kink, bites, scratches, body worship, fantasy settings, etc etc

Enjoy if this is your thing

May see if I can crop or edit smut art to post as well >.>

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I wanna lament and be poetic and write some beautiful thing about wanting him, but my words are just growls and snarls and desperate noises.

I wanna bounce him on my dick until he's crying on it from how good it feels.

I wanna fuck him until his hips give out and I gotta carry him around for a bit.

I wanna pin him down and crash my hips against his ass until he's got pretty bruises from how hard I'm breeding him.

I wanna bite and claw his skin to mark him so no one else dares to even think he's not mine.

I just fucking WANT him.

I want to fuck and breed and mate and bite and claw.

All his fucking cute noises as he's open mouth and begging me to go harder, bouncing his cute ass on my dick and trying hard to not cum too quick even though he's being fucked within an inch of his life.

Fucking aaaaa please let the last thing go QUICK so he can finally come home and get his back pay on all the dick appointments he's missed.

I NEED him

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Wide hands gliding up over soft inner thighs. Pressing out as they ease higher and higher between, earning shifts and sharp inhaled breaths as kisses follow in the wake of the hands.

Eagerly they climb, inching closer to the valley between his thighs and drawing noises like a lover's song from his lips.

A press of tongue to aching flesh sends his hands darting down, tangling fingers in the mess of green hair as his hips immediately start rocking and lifting into the eager mouth pressed to him.

Lips close around him and force is applied as that nimble tongue cradles the underside of his aching dick, and suction makes his thighs clamp against the head between them.

Desperate noises echo the room as hips rut and grind, only being furthered as fingers delve between the saliva dampened skin and press softly, asking for entrance, begging to make him feel even more.

Hips shift and press down, allowing the digits entrance, and the room ignites in calls of pleasure. Each striking the heat higher in eachother's cores.

Messy rhythm is found as the fingers pump in on every push down of hips. Achingly beautiful moans wash over the two as bodies rut and grind, seeking every ounce of pleasure that can be derived as orgasms blend together as one unending wash of desire.

Anyways.. I'm normal about my husband I swear-

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There's an odd tug at Shiga's fingers, and he grumbles and cracks his eyes open.

Something seems a bit odd as he turns to see Escelain tugging at his fingers, trying to rouse him from his impromptu nap. Everything is a little fuzzy around the edges.

I'm dreaming, aren't I?

"Escelain.. what do you need?" He yawns a bit and shifts to sit better. He turns his hand over and offers his palm to the small porcelain doll.

"You fell asleep at the table again! It's not good for you to work so hard!" Escelain pouts as he crawls into Shiga's hand and sits with his back propped against his fingers.

Shiga hums and lowers his thumb to press against Escelain's stomach, noticing how the small porcelain doll seems to suck in a breath and fidget.

He seems.. flustered.. I wonder if..

Shiga's eyes flick over to where the other dolls should be and finds it empty and quiet.

I am dreaming.. they're not here..

He looks back to Escelain and chews his lip a bit

"W-what's wrong?" Escelain grips Shiga's thumb and fidgets a bit.

"I.. think I am asleep still, little thing.." Shiga presses a bit more and pulls his thumb downward, dragging it down to above the smooth curve of Escelain's groin and making the small doll make a noise Shiga hadn't heard from him before.

Escelain grips Shiga's thumb and pushes at it as if asking him to go lower, his lips parted and legs spread as he continues to make that small moaning noise and lift his hips towards the touch. "Please.. make it feel good.."

Shiga's face burns, but he slides his thumb down and starts rubbing the pad of it over the space between Escelain's thighs. He's greated with more of Escelain's little noises and his hips pushing up and grinding against his thumb, making his own dick start to twitch and press snug against his pants.

I'm dreaming.. this is a dream.. everything is fuzzy and everyone is missing.. this is a dream.. it's okay to-

"Please please please pleeeeease.. I-I need.. help please, I need.. something.." Escelain pants as he pushes hard down on Shiga's thumb and pushes his hips up against the rubbing thumb.

Shiga groans and lifts the hand holding Escelain up to his face as his other slips under the table and opens his pants, freeing his dick and immediately wrapping his fingers around it. He tugs his thumb away from Escelain, to his dismay, and immediately replaces it with his tongue.

The cold porcelain feels odd against his warm tongue, but he laps from back to front anyways, enjoying how Escelain bucks and shakes in his hand.

Poor thing probably can't even get off.. I probably shouldn't be doing this..

But Escelain clamps his thighs against Shiga's tongue, and his body jerks as his voice cracks with a loud moan before he slumps back against Shiga's fingers.

The suddenness of it makes Shiga buck into his hand, and he spatters the underside of the table with his release as he groans against Escelain's groin.

His vision swims a bit, and he gently lowers his hand back down to keep Escelain safe from a fall. He slides the small doll off his hand and clumsily tucks himself back into his pants.

Escelain makes a whining noise as Shiga stands and sways.

Just dreaming.. just.. dreaming..

Shiga leans and scoops Escelain back up, bringing him to his chest and holding him snug against his warm body. "Bed.."

"But I'm not allowed!" Escelain grips Shiga's shirt hard, not sure why any of the things that just happened, happened, but unwilling to pass up the opportunity to see his creators sleeping quarters.

"Still dreaming.. is fine.." Shiga stumbles a bit as his brain tries hard to navigate him while still holding hard to the sleepiness that was making him think he was still unconscious.

He bumps the door frame with his shoulder and grumbles, holding tight yet gently to the porcelain body squirming against his chest. He navigates safely to his bed and flops down, tugging the blanket up over his knees then stopping. He keeps his hand safely on Escelain and leans his face down, happy to see the small doll look up at him. He gently places his top lip against both of Escelain's and makes the kiss noise "mwah" before pulling away and settling down.

It isn't long before his breathing settles, and he starts to snore gently, leaving Escelain to still fidget and squirm as his creator's saliva continues to slick his thighs and between his legs.

"What.. was all that..?" Escelain grips Shiga's shirt and sighs. "It.. felt good.. but.. I want more.."

He fidgets and looks down over Shiga's arm, spying the bulge once again forming in his pants.

He wanted that.

Tomorrow. He'd ask again tomorrow.

For now, he'd enjoy the warmth and feeling of his creator pressed against him. Especially because he wasn't sure it would ever happen again.

He was going to treasure this while he could.

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Part 2

A porcelain butt hits the floor, and a small cry is heard as a crack forms from back to front between Escelain's legs. "Oh no no.. he's going to be so upset with me.."

The small doll eases himself upright and untangled himself from the section of sheet he'd used as a way to descend to the floor. He takes a step, and the new crack feels.. odd. His creator's saliva was still thick between his legs, and it was working its way into the new fissure on his body.

That feeling from before, when his creator's tongue was there, floods him again and he trembles as something leeks from his body along the upper section of the crack between his legs.

He slowly lowers himself to sit on the floor, legs spread and pulled up, and gingerly slides his fingers down between his legs. He touches along the crack and shivers, his joints making a rattling tinking noise, and lifts his slick coated fingers back up to his face. The slick there is more than just the damp from his creator's saliva. There is a silvery tint to the fluid that's seeping from his body.

"Did I.. did I break something more than the surface? But.. I don't.. there's nothing inside I'm.. just a doll.." He mumbles and reaches back down, touching gently and rubbing a bit before yanking his hand away as he makes that noise from earlier again, and he feels that rush that happened right before he..

What even was that that happened? It felt like his body was breaking... but in a good way.

He reaches back down and rubs some more, feeling his body tremble and that rush starting to fill again. He pants as his legs twitch and clatter as they tremble, only to press them tight together as that rush overflows again and his body feels like it's breaking. The liquid seeping from him rushes out in a sudden spurt and he immediately feels embarrassed as it spatters the floor between his legs.

"Oohh oh no.. uhm.. how do I.. uhm.." He pauses as he looks around, only to see the table in the distance, and the drips of a similar fluid that his creator had released on the underside of the table. "Well.. he left it.. so maybe it's okay if i just.. leave it.."

He staggers back to his feet and steps over the mess he'd made. Some still drips down his legs, though, and he fidgets as an odd feeling of wanting to do what he'd just done, again, stirs in him.

He whines a bit but makes his way across the floor to the table in the distance. He wanted to get back to the table top before anything else happened, but he was also feeling sluggish and like he wanted to crawl back into his creator's blankets. He just felt.. Odd.

He makes it to the table and steps into the little hoist lift that's at the base. Something his creator had begrudgingly installed after he had fallen a few times and had needed to wait until the morning on the floor until his creator was able to awake and retrieve him.

He hoists himself all the way to the top and scuttles out onto the surface. He locates the soft, fluffy wipes that his creator kept on the table for wiping away the excess silver he used to mend Escelain's body over and over again, and struggles as he pulls one free of its package. He tears a section off and sets to work carefully wiping away the moisture that was starting to make him feel sticky, like when he'd accidentally knocked over the honey his creator had left on the table from his afternoon tea. Gingerly he works, being careful to avoid the new crack as much as possible, but soon he has nothing left to clean but it.

Gently, he touches it with the wipe, slowly dragging it from back to front and whining as he does so. It felt so.. strange. Like every touch was like that crashing feeling again. He pulls the wipe away, and it's tinted with that light silvery tone.

"Am I.. leaking the silver he uses to fix me?" He examines it slightly, but he can't help but fidget as he thinks again about the giant tongue between his legs. He whines as more of the liquid seeps from him at the thought, making him again have to gently wipe at it and make more of those noises as his body feels like when he sat in the sun, or near the fire, when he was waiting for the silver to cure after a repair job.

He whines and clamps his legs together, hoping to keep any more liquid from seeping out, and just slumps to the side. He was uncomfortable, warm, and confused.

"I need fixed but.. he's going to have to.. touch it and.." He mumbles to himself before rolling onto his back, legs now pulled up and spread like when his creator was holding him and rubbing him. The idea of those large hands touching between his legs makes him leak more, and he groans as he just leaves it this time.

He mulls on the idea of the thin brush his creator used to patch small cracks like this. Its thin tip always felt funny on his body when his creator would flick it over him when it was dry. He said it was because he's ticklish.

But I'm a doll..

He thinks about the time he'd fallen on his face in front of his creator, and his creator had teasingly used the handle side of that same brush to poke his butt and knock him over the rest of the way.

What if he did that now? Would it feel good? Would it.. go inside?

His whole body heats more, as if he had gotten too close to the fire again, and he drips that liquid onto the table between his legs.

Do I want him to put it inside me? Why? Wouldn't that just break me more?

He whines, and his hand makes its way between his legs again, rubbing and pressing lower this time. He finds a spot that has a bit wider of a split, and his finger catches in it. His hips jerk up and that noise crashes even louder out of him as he touches and presses into the space. His mind is flooded with the idea of his creator being the one doing this, of him being inside him somehow, and he again crashes over the edge and spatters that silvery liquid from him as his hips jerk up into the air and he cries out.

He slumps, feeling even more sluggish now, and grumbles as his mind goes a bit fuzzy. He shifts and half drags himself up onto the package of soft wipes, sighing as the soft packaging feels soft like his creator's chest had. He tucks his knees up and sighs.

No. I don't think I want him to fix this one. I like this one.

And before he can think anything else, his mind goes dark. Exhaustion making him fall into a rest state, for now.

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Part 3

Shiga stretches and groans as he swings his legs over the side of the bed. He stands and stretches more, his shirt riding up and showing his stomach for a moment before he steps forward and lowers his arms. He yelps as his sock makes contact with a small puddle of something wet. He lifts his foot and whips his sock off, inspecting the odd silvery wet spot and giving it a tentative sniff, immediately regretting the decision, as it was in fact a sock he just sniffed.

He pulls the other sock off and tosses them both in his hamper before heading out of his door and towards the kitchen first.

He prepares a cup of coffee and pads in to the table, finding Escelain sitting on his pack of tissues, wiggling his feet and patting his hands on his thighs.

"Good morning! What are you working on today?" The doll seems ever more chipper than usual, and Shiga hums and extends his finger to gently lift Escelain's face. "What are you‐?"

"I had quite the dream about you." Shiga let's his finger pull away, and Escelain seems to fidget and squirm on his seat.

"I uhm.. had quite the dream about you too.." Escelain rubs his arms and seems to shiver a bit.

"You alright, small one? Something bothering you?"

"Just uhm.. can I.. ask you for something?" Escelain shifts back and forth, his hips seeming to twitch, as if he were grinding against something.

Shiga squints at him and takes a sip of his coffee before setting it down and sitting in his chair. "I suppose so."

"Can you bend down here, please?" Escelain seems nervous, so Shiga nods and dips his head down next to the small doll.

"What can I do for you, Escelain?"

The small doll stands quickly and closes the distance. He quickly extends his hands and holds either side of Shiga's jaw, then leans in and places a kiss to the inner most curve of Shiga's bottom lip, between his lips, that he can reach. He releases Shiga and takes a step back, hands lacing behind his butt as he does a small bounce on the balls of his feet. "That."

Shiga just sits there, confused and shocked, before suddenly shaking his head and staring at Escelain with his brows knit. "Where did you learn that from!?"

"You, silly! Last night. Don't you remember?" Escelain hums and fidgets a bit as his thighs push together.

Shiga just stares blankly and his hands slide off the table.

That.. was a DREAM wasn't it?

He feels something cold and wet drip onto his hand from under the table, and he shudders as he pulls his hand up to see the white spot now staring him in the face.

Oh No..

He looks back at Escelain and his face ignites in red. "Did.. did I.."

"You uhm.. you held me and put your tongue on my-"

"SHHHHHHUSH shush hush.." Shiga quickly scoops Escelain up and covers his mouth with a finger pad. "Don't.. Don't say that out loud.."

Escelain squirms and trembles, and Shiga furrows his brows as he suddenly feels moisture on his hand. He looks down and sees a thin line of silvery liquid trickle down the inside of Escelain's thigh, onto his hand. He just stares for a bit, his finger still covering Escelain's mouth, before notching his thumb between Escelain's legs and pushing them open.

There, along the smooth porcelain, is a new crack. It's clean, though, not jagged or messy like his others. Shiga absentmindedly touches his thumb to the top and slowly dragges it down, checking for any splinters or catches that could cause the crack to worsen.

Petite hands grab at the finger covering Escelain's mouth as he bucks against the thumb rubbing the sensitive new fissure between his legs. It felt good. Very good.

Lower yet it rubs, until Shiga stops at the small hole that had formed. Strangely, Escelain had noticed it seemed smaller this morning, but now that Shiga was touching it, he could feel it twitch and he moans against Shiga's finger.

"Oh? What's this then?" Shiga finally relents with his touches and uncovers Escelain's mouth.

Escelain doesn't get time to respond though, as he's flipped over in Shiga's hand and tilted so he's practically hanging upside down. Again a finger rubs at him, and he clamps both hands over his mouth as another moan tumbles free. Someone else was going to hear him.. or worse, SEE him like this.

The finger presses though and he loses all ability to care, moaning again and pushing back against the touch.

The finger is withdrawn and he hears the jar of paint brushes clatter and he panics. "NO DONT FIX IT!"

There is a long pause and Escelain almost apologizes before he's suddenly hoisted up and is being carried off towards his creator's room. Breifly, he sees one of the other dolls watching as he is turned from view. He can't be sure how much they saw, but when he looks down again, he immediately stops worrying and is distracted by the view of the bulge in his creator's pants.

As they pass the doorway, his creator does something Escelain had never seen him do before.

He closes the door.

And not only does he close it, he locks it.

Terror wasn't the right word to describe what Escelain felt, as he was leaking far too much to even be considered scared. But he was definitely nervous.

Shiga heads over to his bed, undoing his pants with one hand as he goes, and kicks them to the side after he manages to push them down his legs.

He sits at the edge of his bed, his dick pushing against the fabric of his boxers and darkening a spot where he himself leaks. He clears his throat and turns Escelain back around in his hands to face him. "I am.. sorry for what happened last night.. I should have realized I wasn't asleep. I shouldn't have done those things to you without asking you if it was okay.."

"What? But I liked it! It felt good!" Escelain shifts as he's adjusted to sit like before in his creator's hand. "I trust you."

Shiga chews his lip and shifts a bit in his seat. "Well.. then can I ask to do something else then?"

"Yes please.." Escelain shifts and grinds against Shiga's hand, getting that silvery liquid everywhere as he does so.

Shiga holds up a paint brush that he hardly used and shows it to Escelain. The thin handle of this one made of an ergonomic material that had a hard center and a soft outer grip. He had ended up not liking it, but it could be useful now.

"I wasn't going to fix you.. but could I try to uhm.. you have what looks like.." Shiga stumbles on his words but Escelain seems to understand just fine.

"Inside? Yes, yes, please, I wanted it last night I.." He reaches his hand down and touches between his legs, shuddering as his body heats again. "I thought about you doing it while I did it with my fingers.."

"Ohhh is that why there was a wet spot on my floor this morning?" Shiga chuckles as Escelain pouts and squirms. "That's alright, no harm done. We'll have to figure out why you have this and why you're now able to experience arousal and orgasms.. but for now.."

Shiga again flips Escelain over, earning a small gasp of surprise as the small doll's bottom is presented. He is lifted, and feels his creator's tongue start to press against that new hole.

His whole body heats and he shoves back against the prodding tongue, wanting so terribly to feel something inside. The tip prods, but is much too big to fit inside, and Escelain whines as it's removed.

"Shh, it's alright. I'm going make it feel better, just be patient." Shiga reaches down and pulls himself free of his boxers, and Escelain moans at the sight. He carefully swipes up some of the liquid leaking from the tip on his finger and Escelain cries out as he feels it being applied to that new hole on his bottom.

The finger pulls away and Escelain groans as his hips push backwards, he wanted, no, NEEDED more. He needed something inside him, and he needed it now.

There's a gentle nudge against him with the handle of that paint brush and he can't help but push back against it, gasping loudly as the tip actually pushes inside. It make his whole body tense and he whines as he tries hard to adjust to the feeling.

"I can just hold it here and you can adjust to it and start moving when your ready. I remember my first time too. It takes a second to adjust. You're okay." Shiga holds very steady, allowing Escelain to adjust and shift a bit as he slowly starts to rock forward and back, just slightly moving the tip inside him.

It isn't long before he's whining again and he pushes back a little harder, sliding the unorthodox sex toy deeper inside.

His head slumps and he spatters silver liquid over Shiga's hand as the loudest noise he's ever made tumbles out of him.

"Oh? Came already?" Shiga give a gentle tilt to the tool, checking if there's an extra response from the little doll.

"Ah! Ohhhh thaaats.." Escelain shakes as Shiga keeps the angle and starts to slowly push the tool in and out. He was pressing something every time and it made Escelain grips Shiga's fingers hard and just open mouth wail as that spot inside was tapped against.

"Escelain.." Shiga's voice is much lower than usual and the small doll in his hands trembles as it washes over him. "Such a good job. Doing so well.. why don't you touch between your legs too? It'll make this feel even better."

Escelain groans and shoves one of his hands back between his legs and starts to rub at the line there, which no longer felt like a crack, but a purposely molded line in his body. His hips stutter and his noises tumble nonstop from his lips as he touches and rubs himself as his creator fills his hole.

Pressure. Deep in his core it builds and builds. He feels like he's going to explode it's so much. "Please! Its.. I need.."

"Oh?" Shiga pauses for one second before starting to pound the tool inside against that spot, making Escelain choke on his noises. "Then cum for me, sweet thing. Let me know how good it feels to have me inside you."

Oh and Escelain's mind goes blank as that pressure inside explodes out from between his legs. His whole body tingling as he trembles and bucks and moans.

It's euphoric, delicious, and over much too quick. He slumps and his knees give out, making him slip off the tool Shiga was still holding.

He's moved and laid down on Shiga's pillow, and he sighs happily as he sinks into the softness and warmth of it. He tries watching as his creator stands and starts puttering around the room, but his eyes betray him and flutter closed.

He was exhausted again.

The last thing he does see is his creator gently licking the silver liquid from his hand, and that makes Escelain warm inside again as he curls into the soft pillow and drifts back into rest.

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Part 4

Escelain lays on his back, with his legs spread, as his creator rubs the head of his cock between his spread legs and his fingers.

Tiny porcelain hands grip at the pillow below him as he groans and bursts again, slicking Shiga's cock with what he now knows is his own cum.

"Aw good boy Escelain.. so good for me.." Shiga slides his cock down and slots the tip against Escelain's twitching hole. "Can I cum in you?"

"W-what? B-but it won't fit-" Escelain gasps as his creator's hand rest overtop him, his thumb rubbing along the upper section of the split in his groin, brushing against the new small nub that had formed over night.

"Shhhh shh, I won't put my dick in you, small one. Just wanna cum in you." Shiga strokes himself with his other hand, being sure the head of his cock stays slotted up against Escelain's ass.

"I don't.. understand.. OH FFFFF-!" He lurches when the first wave rushes into him as his creator moans his name.

His body rushes with feelings and his abdomen strains tight as another wave crashes inside him. He whines as the feeling makes him feel incredibly hot and his hips jump as a third rush pushes inside and spills back out, having no more room inside his body for it.

Shiga shudders and sighs as he feels Escelain close his legs and cums again over the head of his cock. "Thaaaat's it, Escelain.. Good job.. Good boy.. take all of it.."

"T-too much hhaaa.. ssoo full.." Escelain whines as he spills his creator's cum out as he pulls his cock away.

"Mm that won't do little thing." Shiga shifts off the bed for a second and grabs something off his nightstand before returning and showing a small object to Escelain. "Made this for you last night. I'm going to put it in you and it will keep me inside you."

"Will keep you inside?" He asks confused but just get a hum as response.

Shiga places the tip of the object at the top of Escelain's slit and slowly drags it down, making Escelain's shudder and whine until it touches his hole.

"Ready?" Shiga waits patiently for Escelain to calm.

"Y-yes.." Escelain nods and tenses a little as the object starts to push against him.

It's a fair bit bigger than the handle of the paint brush, and he groans as it starts to push inside. It widens a bit more, and he bucks and cums as it pushes with a pop into place inside him, successfully locking all of his creator's cum inside him.

"There's my good boy. You did so good for me, came so many times." Shiga happily taps Escelain's stomach, and the small doll groans as he feels the pressure against all the fluid inside him. He felt like he was going to pop.

Shiga goes to shift away again and Escelain whines and reaches for him. "Stay? Please?"

"Mm.. for a bit I can. The others will wonder where I am soon, you know that." Shiga shifts and lays beside Escelain, adjusting them both so the small doll shifts and presses to Shiga's chest.

Escelain sighs happily and clings to his creator's shirt, content with how his insides felt warm and full, and how his creator made his outside feel warm by being pressed against him. He was happier than he'd ever been and he knew the others would start asking questions soon.. so he wanted to savor this while he could.

For as long as he was able.

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There's an odd tug at Shiga's fingers, and he grumbles and cracks his eyes open.

Something seems a bit odd as he turns to see Escelain tugging at his fingers, trying to rouse him from his impromptu nap. Everything is a little fuzzy around the edges.

I'm dreaming, aren't I?

"Escelain.. what do you need?" He yawns a bit and shifts to sit better. He turns his hand over and offers his palm to the small porcelain doll.

"You fell asleep at the table again! It's not good for you to work so hard!" Escelain pouts as he crawls into Shiga's hand and sits with his back propped against his fingers.

Shiga hums and lowers his thumb to press against Escelain's stomach, noticing how the small porcelain doll seems to suck in a breath and fidget.

He seems.. flustered.. I wonder if..

Shiga's eyes flick over to where the other dolls should be and finds it empty and quiet.

I am dreaming.. they're not here..

He looks back to Escelain and chews his lip a bit

"W-what's wrong?" Escelain grips Shiga's thumb and fidgets a bit.

"I.. think I am asleep still, little thing.." Shiga presses a bit more and pulls his thumb downward, dragging it down to above the smooth curve of Escelain's groin and making the small doll make a noise Shiga hadn't heard from him before.

Escelain grips Shiga's thumb and pushes at it as if asking him to go lower, his lips parted and legs spread as he continues to make that small moaning noise and lift his hips towards the touch. "Please.. make it feel good.."

Shiga's face burns, but he slides his thumb down and starts rubbing the pad of it over the space between Escelain's thighs. He's greated with more of Escelain's little noises and his hips pushing up and grinding against his thumb, making his own dick start to twitch and press snug against his pants.

I'm dreaming.. this is a dream.. everything is fuzzy and everyone is missing.. this is a dream.. it's okay to-

"Please please please pleeeeease.. I-I need.. help please, I need.. something.." Escelain pants as he pushes hard down on Shiga's thumb and pushes his hips up against the rubbing thumb.

Shiga groans and lifts the hand holding Escelain up to his face as his other slips under the table and opens his pants, freeing his dick and immediately wrapping his fingers around it. He tugs his thumb away from Escelain, to his dismay, and immediately replaces it with his tongue.

The cold porcelain feels odd against his warm tongue, but he laps from back to front anyways, enjoying how Escelain bucks and shakes in his hand.

Poor thing probably can't even get off.. I probably shouldn't be doing this..

But Escelain clamps his thighs against Shiga's tongue, and his body jerks as his voice cracks with a loud moan before he slumps back against Shiga's fingers.

The suddenness of it makes Shiga buck into his hand, and he spatters the underside of the table with his release as he groans against Escelain's groin.

His vision swims a bit, and he gently lowers his hand back down to keep Escelain safe from a fall. He slides the small doll off his hand and clumsily tucks himself back into his pants.

Escelain makes a whining noise as Shiga stands and sways.

Just dreaming.. just.. dreaming..

Shiga leans and scoops Escelain back up, bringing him to his chest and holding him snug against his warm body. "Bed.."

"But I'm not allowed!" Escelain grips Shiga's shirt hard, not sure why any of the things that just happened, happened, but unwilling to pass up the opportunity to see his creators sleeping quarters.

"Still dreaming.. is fine.." Shiga stumbles a bit as his brain tries hard to navigate him while still holding hard to the sleepiness that was making him think he was still unconscious.

He bumps the door frame with his shoulder and grumbles, holding tight yet gently to the porcelain body squirming against his chest. He navigates safely to his bed and flops down, tugging the blanket up over his knees then stopping. He keeps his hand safely on Escelain and leans his face down, happy to see the small doll look up at him. He gently places his top lip against both of Escelain's and makes the kiss noise "mwah" before pulling away and settling down.

It isn't long before his breathing settles, and he starts to snore gently, leaving Escelain to still fidget and squirm as his creator's saliva continues to slick his thighs and between his legs.

"What.. was all that..?" Escelain grips Shiga's shirt and sighs. "It.. felt good.. but.. I want more.."

He fidgets and looks down over Shiga's arm, spying the bulge once again forming in his pants.

He wanted that.

Tomorrow. He'd ask again tomorrow.

For now, he'd enjoy the warmth and feeling of his creator pressed against him. Especially because he wasn't sure it would ever happen again.

He was going to treasure this while he could.

[suspiciousjacket]

Part 2

A porcelain butt hits the floor, and a small cry is heard as a crack forms from back to front between Escelain's legs. "Oh no no.. he's going to be so upset with me.."

The small doll eases himself upright and untangled himself from the section of sheet he'd used as a way to descend to the floor. He takes a step, and the new crack feels.. odd. His creator's saliva was still thick between his legs, and it was working its way into the new fissure on his body.

That feeling from before, when his creator's tongue was there, floods him again and he trembles as something leeks from his body along the upper section of the crack between his legs.

He slowly lowers himself to sit on the floor, legs spread and pulled up, and gingerly slides his fingers down between his legs. He touches along the crack and shivers, his joints making a rattling tinking noise, and lifts his slick coated fingers back up to his face. The slick there is more than just the damp from his creator's saliva. There is a silvery tint to the fluid that's seeping from his body.

"Did I.. did I break something more than the surface? But.. I don't.. there's nothing inside I'm.. just a doll.." He mumbles and reaches back down, touching gently and rubbing a bit before yanking his hand away as he makes that noise from earlier again, and he feels that rush that happened right before he..

What even was that that happened? It felt like his body was breaking... but in a good way.

He reaches back down and rubs some more, feeling his body tremble and that rush starting to fill again. He pants as his legs twitch and clatter as they tremble, only to press them tight together as that rush overflows again and his body feels like it's breaking. The liquid seeping from him rushes out in a sudden spurt and he immediately feels embarrassed as it spatters the floor between his legs.

"Oohh oh no.. uhm.. how do I.. uhm.." He pauses as he looks around, only to see the table in the distance, and the drips of a similar fluid that his creator had released on the underside of the table. "Well.. he left it.. so maybe it's okay if i just.. leave it.."

He staggers back to his feet and steps over the mess he'd made. Some still drips down his legs, though, and he fidgets as an odd feeling of wanting to do what he'd just done, again, stirs in him.

He whines a bit but makes his way across the floor to the table in the distance. He wanted to get back to the table top before anything else happened, but he was also feeling sluggish and like he wanted to crawl back into his creator's blankets. He just felt.. Odd.

He makes it to the table and steps into the little hoist lift that's at the base. Something his creator had begrudgingly installed after he had fallen a few times and had needed to wait until the morning on the floor until his creator was able to awake and retrieve him.

He hoists himself all the way to the top and scuttles out onto the surface. He locates the soft, fluffy wipes that his creator kept on the table for wiping away the excess silver he used to mend Escelain's body over and over again, and struggles as he pulls one free of its package. He tears a section off and sets to work carefully wiping away the moisture that was starting to make him feel sticky, like when he'd accidentally knocked over the honey his creator had left on the table from his afternoon tea. Gingerly he works, being careful to avoid the new crack as much as possible, but soon he has nothing left to clean but it.

Gently, he touches it with the wipe, slowly dragging it from back to front and whining as he does so. It felt so.. strange. Like every touch was like that crashing feeling again. He pulls the wipe away, and it's tinted with that light silvery tone.

"Am I.. leaking the silver he uses to fix me?" He examines it slightly, but he can't help but fidget as he thinks again about the giant tongue between his legs. He whines as more of the liquid seeps from him at the thought, making him again have to gently wipe at it and make more of those noises as his body feels like when he sat in the sun, or near the fire, when he was waiting for the silver to cure after a repair job.

He whines and clamps his legs together, hoping to keep any more liquid from seeping out, and just slumps to the side. He was uncomfortable, warm, and confused.

"I need fixed but.. he's going to have to.. touch it and.." He mumbles to himself before rolling onto his back, legs now pulled up and spread like when his creator was holding him and rubbing him. The idea of those large hands touching between his legs makes him leak more, and he groans as he just leaves it this time.

He mulls on the idea of the thin brush his creator used to patch small cracks like this. Its thin tip always felt funny on his body when his creator would flick it over him when it was dry. He said it was because he's ticklish.

But I'm a doll..

He thinks about the time he'd fallen on his face in front of his creator, and his creator had teasingly used the handle side of that same brush to poke his butt and knock him over the rest of the way.

What if he did that now? Would it feel good? Would it.. go inside?

His whole body heats more, as if he had gotten too close to the fire again, and he drips that liquid onto the table between his legs.

Do I want him to put it inside me? Why? Wouldn't that just break me more?

He whines, and his hand makes its way between his legs again, rubbing and pressing lower this time. He finds a spot that has a bit wider of a split, and his finger catches in it. His hips jerk up and that noise crashes even louder out of him as he touches and presses into the space. His mind is flooded with the idea of his creator being the one doing this, of him being inside him somehow, and he again crashes over the edge and spatters that silvery liquid from him as his hips jerk up into the air and he cries out.

He slumps, feeling even more sluggish now, and grumbles as his mind goes a bit fuzzy. He shifts and half drags himself up onto the package of soft wipes, sighing as the soft packaging feels soft like his creator's chest had. He tucks his knees up and sighs.

No. I don't think I want him to fix this one. I like this one.

And before he can think anything else, his mind goes dark. Exhaustion making him fall into a rest state, for now.

[suspiciousjacket]

Part 3

Shiga stretches and groans as he swings his legs over the side of the bed. He stands and stretches more, his shirt riding up and showing his stomach for a moment before he steps forward and lowers his arms. He yelps as his sock makes contact with a small puddle of something wet. He lifts his foot and whips his sock off, inspecting the odd silvery wet spot and giving it a tentative sniff, immediately regretting the decision, as it was in fact a sock he just sniffed.

He pulls the other sock off and tosses them both in his hamper before heading out of his door and towards the kitchen first.

He prepares a cup of coffee and pads in to the table, finding Escelain sitting on his pack of tissues, wiggling his feet and patting his hands on his thighs.

"Good morning! What are you working on today?" The doll seems ever more chipper than usual, and Shiga hums and extends his finger to gently lift Escelain's face. "What are you‐?"

"I had quite the dream about you." Shiga let's his finger pull away, and Escelain seems to fidget and squirm on his seat.

"I uhm.. had quite the dream about you too.." Escelain rubs his arms and seems to shiver a bit.

"You alright, small one? Something bothering you?"

"Just uhm.. can I.. ask you for something?" Escelain shifts back and forth, his hips seeming to twitch, as if he were grinding against something.

Shiga squints at him and takes a sip of his coffee before setting it down and sitting in his chair. "I suppose so."

"Can you bend down here, please?" Escelain seems nervous, so Shiga nods and dips his head down next to the small doll.

"What can I do for you, Escelain?"

The small doll stands quickly and closes the distance. He quickly extends his hands and holds either side of Shiga's jaw, then leans in and places a kiss to the inner most curve of Shiga's bottom lip, between his lips, that he can reach. He releases Shiga and takes a step back, hands lacing behind his butt as he does a small bounce on the balls of his feet. "That."

Shiga just sits there, confused and shocked, before suddenly shaking his head and staring at Escelain with his brows knit. "Where did you learn that from!?"

"You, silly! Last night. Don't you remember?" Escelain hums and fidgets a bit as his thighs push together.

Shiga just stares blankly and his hands slide off the table.

That.. was a DREAM wasn't it?

He feels something cold and wet drip onto his hand from under the table, and he shudders as he pulls his hand up to see the white spot now staring him in the face.

Oh No..

He looks back at Escelain and his face ignites in red. "Did.. did I.."

"You uhm.. you held me and put your tongue on my-"

"SHHHHHHUSH shush hush.." Shiga quickly scoops Escelain up and covers his mouth with a finger pad. "Don't.. Don't say that out loud.."

Escelain squirms and trembles, and Shiga furrows his brows as he suddenly feels moisture on his hand. He looks down and sees a thin line of silvery liquid trickle down the inside of Escelain's thigh, onto his hand. He just stares for a bit, his finger still covering Escelain's mouth, before notching his thumb between Escelain's legs and pushing them open.

There, along the smooth porcelain, is a new crack. It's clean, though, not jagged or messy like his others. Shiga absentmindedly touches his thumb to the top and slowly dragges it down, checking for any splinters or catches that could cause the crack to worsen.

Petite hands grab at the finger covering Escelain's mouth as he bucks against the thumb rubbing the sensitive new fissure between his legs. It felt good. Very good.

Lower yet it rubs, until Shiga stops at the small hole that had formed. Strangely, Escelain had noticed it seemed smaller this morning, but now that Shiga was touching it, he could feel it twitch and he moans against Shiga's finger.

"Oh? What's this then?" Shiga finally relents with his touches and uncovers Escelain's mouth.

Escelain doesn't get time to respond though, as he's flipped over in Shiga's hand and tilted so he's practically hanging upside down. Again a finger rubs at him, and he clamps both hands over his mouth as another moan tumbles free. Someone else was going to hear him.. or worse, SEE him like this.

The finger presses though and he loses all ability to care, moaning again and pushing back against the touch.

The finger is withdrawn and he hears the jar of paint brushes clatter and he panics. "NO DONT FIX IT!"

There is a long pause and Escelain almost apologizes before he's suddenly hoisted up and is being carried off towards his creator's room. Breifly, he sees one of the other dolls watching as he is turned from view. He can't be sure how much they saw, but when he looks down again, he immediately stops worrying and is distracted by the view of the bulge in his creator's pants.

As they pass the doorway, his creator does something Escelain had never seen him do before.

He closes the door.

And not only does he close it, he locks it.

Terror wasn't the right word to describe what Escelain felt, as he was leaking far too much to even be considered scared. But he was definitely nervous.

Shiga heads over to his bed, undoing his pants with one hand as he goes, and kicks them to the side after he manages to push them down his legs.

He sits at the edge of his bed, his dick pushing against the fabric of his boxers and darkening a spot where he himself leaks. He clears his throat and turns Escelain back around in his hands to face him. "I am.. sorry for what happened last night.. I should have realized I wasn't asleep. I shouldn't have done those things to you without asking you if it was okay.."

"What? But I liked it! It felt good!" Escelain shifts as he's adjusted to sit like before in his creator's hand. "I trust you."

Shiga chews his lip and shifts a bit in his seat. "Well.. then can I ask to do something else then?"

"Yes please.." Escelain shifts and grinds against Shiga's hand, getting that silvery liquid everywhere as he does so.

Shiga holds up a paint brush that he hardly used and shows it to Escelain. The thin handle of this one made of an ergonomic material that had a hard center and a soft outer grip. He had ended up not liking it, but it could be useful now.

"I wasn't going to fix you.. but could I try to uhm.. you have what looks like.." Shiga stumbles on his words but Escelain seems to understand just fine.

"Inside? Yes, yes, please, I wanted it last night I.." He reaches his hand down and touches between his legs, shuddering as his body heats again. "I thought about you doing it while I did it with my fingers.."

"Ohhh is that why there was a wet spot on my floor this morning?" Shiga chuckles as Escelain pouts and squirms. "That's alright, no harm done. We'll have to figure out why you have this and why you're now able to experience arousal and orgasms.. but for now.."

Shiga again flips Escelain over, earning a small gasp of surprise as the small doll's bottom is presented. He is lifted, and feels his creator's tongue start to press against that new hole.

His whole body heats and he shoves back against the prodding tongue, wanting so terribly to feel something inside. The tip prods, but is much too big to fit inside, and Escelain whines as it's removed.

"Shh, it's alright. I'm going make it feel better, just be patient." Shiga reaches down and pulls himself free of his boxers, and Escelain moans at the sight. He carefully swipes up some of the liquid leaking from the tip on his finger and Escelain cries out as he feels it being applied to that new hole on his bottom.

The finger pulls away and Escelain groans as his hips push backwards, he wanted, no, NEEDED more. He needed something inside him, and he needed it now.

There's a gentle nudge against him with the handle of that paint brush and he can't help but push back against it, gasping loudly as the tip actually pushes inside. It make his whole body tense and he whines as he tries hard to adjust to the feeling.

"I can just hold it here and you can adjust to it and start moving when your ready. I remember my first time too. It takes a second to adjust. You're okay." Shiga holds very steady, allowing Escelain to adjust and shift a bit as he slowly starts to rock forward and back, just slightly moving the tip inside him.

It isn't long before he's whining again and he pushes back a little harder, sliding the unorthodox sex toy deeper inside.

His head slumps and he spatters silver liquid over Shiga's hand as the loudest noise he's ever made tumbles out of him.

"Oh? Came already?" Shiga give a gentle tilt to the tool, checking if there's an extra response from the little doll.

"Ah! Ohhhh thaaats.." Escelain shakes as Shiga keeps the angle and starts to slowly push the tool in and out. He was pressing something every time and it made Escelain grips Shiga's fingers hard and just open mouth wail as that spot inside was tapped against.

"Escelain.." Shiga's voice is much lower than usual and the small doll in his hands trembles as it washes over him. "Such a good job. Doing so well.. why don't you touch between your legs too? It'll make this feel even better."

Escelain groans and shoves one of his hands back between his legs and starts to rub at the line there, which no longer felt like a crack, but a purposely molded line in his body. His hips stutter and his noises tumble nonstop from his lips as he touches and rubs himself as his creator fills his hole.

Pressure. Deep in his core it builds and builds. He feels like he's going to explode it's so much. "Please! Its.. I need.."

"Oh?" Shiga pauses for one second before starting to pound the tool inside against that spot, making Escelain choke on his noises. "Then cum for me, sweet thing. Let me know how good it feels to have me inside you."

Oh and Escelain's mind goes blank as that pressure inside explodes out from between his legs. His whole body tingling as he trembles and bucks and moans.

It's euphoric, delicious, and over much too quick. He slumps and his knees give out, making him slip off the tool Shiga was still holding.

He's moved and laid down on Shiga's pillow, and he sighs happily as he sinks into the softness and warmth of it. He tries watching as his creator stands and starts puttering around the room, but his eyes betray him and flutter closed.

He was exhausted again.

The last thing he does see is his creator gently licking the silver liquid from his hand, and that makes Escelain warm inside again as he curls into the soft pillow and drifts back into rest.

[suspiciousjacket]

There's an odd tug at Shiga's fingers, and he grumbles and cracks his eyes open.

Something seems a bit odd as he turns to see Escelain tugging at his fingers, trying to rouse him from his impromptu nap. Everything is a little fuzzy around the edges.

I'm dreaming, aren't I?

"Escelain.. what do you need?" He yawns a bit and shifts to sit better. He turns his hand over and offers his palm to the small porcelain doll.

"You fell asleep at the table again! It's not good for you to work so hard!" Escelain pouts as he crawls into Shiga's hand and sits with his back propped against his fingers.

Shiga hums and lowers his thumb to press against Escelain's stomach, noticing how the small porcelain doll seems to suck in a breath and fidget.

He seems.. flustered.. I wonder if..

Shiga's eyes flick over to where the other dolls should be and finds it empty and quiet.

I am dreaming.. they're not here..

He looks back to Escelain and chews his lip a bit

"W-what's wrong?" Escelain grips Shiga's thumb and fidgets a bit.

"I.. think I am asleep still, little thing.." Shiga presses a bit more and pulls his thumb downward, dragging it down to above the smooth curve of Escelain's groin and making the small doll make a noise Shiga hadn't heard from him before.

Escelain grips Shiga's thumb and pushes at it as if asking him to go lower, his lips parted and legs spread as he continues to make that small moaning noise and lift his hips towards the touch. "Please.. make it feel good.."

Shiga's face burns, but he slides his thumb down and starts rubbing the pad of it over the space between Escelain's thighs. He's greated with more of Escelain's little noises and his hips pushing up and grinding against his thumb, making his own dick start to twitch and press snug against his pants.

I'm dreaming.. this is a dream.. everything is fuzzy and everyone is missing.. this is a dream.. it's okay to-

"Please please please pleeeeease.. I-I need.. help please, I need.. something.." Escelain pants as he pushes hard down on Shiga's thumb and pushes his hips up against the rubbing thumb.

Shiga groans and lifts the hand holding Escelain up to his face as his other slips under the table and opens his pants, freeing his dick and immediately wrapping his fingers around it. He tugs his thumb away from Escelain, to his dismay, and immediately replaces it with his tongue.

The cold porcelain feels odd against his warm tongue, but he laps from back to front anyways, enjoying how Escelain bucks and shakes in his hand.

Poor thing probably can't even get off.. I probably shouldn't be doing this..

But Escelain clamps his thighs against Shiga's tongue, and his body jerks as his voice cracks with a loud moan before he slumps back against Shiga's fingers.

The suddenness of it makes Shiga buck into his hand, and he spatters the underside of the table with his release as he groans against Escelain's groin.

His vision swims a bit, and he gently lowers his hand back down to keep Escelain safe from a fall. He slides the small doll off his hand and clumsily tucks himself back into his pants.

Escelain makes a whining noise as Shiga stands and sways.

Just dreaming.. just.. dreaming..

Shiga leans and scoops Escelain back up, bringing him to his chest and holding him snug against his warm body. "Bed.."

"But I'm not allowed!" Escelain grips Shiga's shirt hard, not sure why any of the things that just happened, happened, but unwilling to pass up the opportunity to see his creators sleeping quarters.

"Still dreaming.. is fine.." Shiga stumbles a bit as his brain tries hard to navigate him while still holding hard to the sleepiness that was making him think he was still unconscious.

He bumps the door frame with his shoulder and grumbles, holding tight yet gently to the porcelain body squirming against his chest. He navigates safely to his bed and flops down, tugging the blanket up over his knees then stopping. He keeps his hand safely on Escelain and leans his face down, happy to see the small doll look up at him. He gently places his top lip against both of Escelain's and makes the kiss noise "mwah" before pulling away and settling down.

It isn't long before his breathing settles, and he starts to snore gently, leaving Escelain to still fidget and squirm as his creator's saliva continues to slick his thighs and between his legs.

"What.. was all that..?" Escelain grips Shiga's shirt and sighs. "It.. felt good.. but.. I want more.."

He fidgets and looks down over Shiga's arm, spying the bulge once again forming in his pants.

He wanted that.

Tomorrow. He'd ask again tomorrow.

For now, he'd enjoy the warmth and feeling of his creator pressed against him. Especially because he wasn't sure it would ever happen again.

He was going to treasure this while he could.

[suspiciousjacket]

Part 2

A porcelain butt hits the floor, and a small cry is heard as a crack forms from back to front between Escelain's legs. "Oh no no.. he's going to be so upset with me.."

The small doll eases himself upright and untangled himself from the section of sheet he'd used as a way to descend to the floor. He takes a step, and the new crack feels.. odd. His creator's saliva was still thick between his legs, and it was working its way into the new fissure on his body.

That feeling from before, when his creator's tongue was there, floods him again and he trembles as something leeks from his body along the upper section of the crack between his legs.

He slowly lowers himself to sit on the floor, legs spread and pulled up, and gingerly slides his fingers down between his legs. He touches along the crack and shivers, his joints making a rattling tinking noise, and lifts his slick coated fingers back up to his face. The slick there is more than just the damp from his creator's saliva. There is a silvery tint to the fluid that's seeping from his body.

"Did I.. did I break something more than the surface? But.. I don't.. there's nothing inside I'm.. just a doll.." He mumbles and reaches back down, touching gently and rubbing a bit before yanking his hand away as he makes that noise from earlier again, and he feels that rush that happened right before he..

What even was that that happened? It felt like his body was breaking... but in a good way.

He reaches back down and rubs some more, feeling his body tremble and that rush starting to fill again. He pants as his legs twitch and clatter as they tremble, only to press them tight together as that rush overflows again and his body feels like it's breaking. The liquid seeping from him rushes out in a sudden spurt and he immediately feels embarrassed as it spatters the floor between his legs.

"Oohh oh no.. uhm.. how do I.. uhm.." He pauses as he looks around, only to see the table in the distance, and the drips of a similar fluid that his creator had released on the underside of the table. "Well.. he left it.. so maybe it's okay if i just.. leave it.."

He staggers back to his feet and steps over the mess he'd made. Some still drips down his legs, though, and he fidgets as an odd feeling of wanting to do what he'd just done, again, stirs in him.

He whines a bit but makes his way across the floor to the table in the distance. He wanted to get back to the table top before anything else happened, but he was also feeling sluggish and like he wanted to crawl back into his creator's blankets. He just felt.. Odd.

He makes it to the table and steps into the little hoist lift that's at the base. Something his creator had begrudgingly installed after he had fallen a few times and had needed to wait until the morning on the floor until his creator was able to awake and retrieve him.

He hoists himself all the way to the top and scuttles out onto the surface. He locates the soft, fluffy wipes that his creator kept on the table for wiping away the excess silver he used to mend Escelain's body over and over again, and struggles as he pulls one free of its package. He tears a section off and sets to work carefully wiping away the moisture that was starting to make him feel sticky, like when he'd accidentally knocked over the honey his creator had left on the table from his afternoon tea. Gingerly he works, being careful to avoid the new crack as much as possible, but soon he has nothing left to clean but it.

Gently, he touches it with the wipe, slowly dragging it from back to front and whining as he does so. It felt so.. strange. Like every touch was like that crashing feeling again. He pulls the wipe away, and it's tinted with that light silvery tone.

"Am I.. leaking the silver he uses to fix me?" He examines it slightly, but he can't help but fidget as he thinks again about the giant tongue between his legs. He whines as more of the liquid seeps from him at the thought, making him again have to gently wipe at it and make more of those noises as his body feels like when he sat in the sun, or near the fire, when he was waiting for the silver to cure after a repair job.

He whines and clamps his legs together, hoping to keep any more liquid from seeping out, and just slumps to the side. He was uncomfortable, warm, and confused.

"I need fixed but.. he's going to have to.. touch it and.." He mumbles to himself before rolling onto his back, legs now pulled up and spread like when his creator was holding him and rubbing him. The idea of those large hands touching between his legs makes him leak more, and he groans as he just leaves it this time.

He mulls on the idea of the thin brush his creator used to patch small cracks like this. Its thin tip always felt funny on his body when his creator would flick it over him when it was dry. He said it was because he's ticklish.

But I'm a doll..

He thinks about the time he'd fallen on his face in front of his creator, and his creator had teasingly used the handle side of that same brush to poke his butt and knock him over the rest of the way.

What if he did that now? Would it feel good? Would it.. go inside?

His whole body heats more, as if he had gotten too close to the fire again, and he drips that liquid onto the table between his legs.

Do I want him to put it inside me? Why? Wouldn't that just break me more?

He whines, and his hand makes its way between his legs again, rubbing and pressing lower this time. He finds a spot that has a bit wider of a split, and his finger catches in it. His hips jerk up and that noise crashes even louder out of him as he touches and presses into the space. His mind is flooded with the idea of his creator being the one doing this, of him being inside him somehow, and he again crashes over the edge and spatters that silvery liquid from him as his hips jerk up into the air and he cries out.

He slumps, feeling even more sluggish now, and grumbles as his mind goes a bit fuzzy. He shifts and half drags himself up onto the package of soft wipes, sighing as the soft packaging feels soft like his creator's chest had. He tucks his knees up and sighs.

No. I don't think I want him to fix this one. I like this one.

And before he can think anything else, his mind goes dark. Exhaustion making him fall into a rest state, for now.

[suspiciousjacket]

Doll and creator

There's an odd tug at Shiga's fingers, and he grumbles and cracks his eyes open.

Something seems a bit odd as he turns to see Escelain tugging at his fingers, trying to rouse him from his impromptu nap. Everything is a little fuzzy around the edges.

I'm dreaming, aren't I?

"Escelain.. what do you need?" He yawns a bit and shifts to sit better. He turns his hand over and offers his palm to the small porcelain doll.

"You fell asleep at the table again! It's not good for you to work so hard!" Escelain pouts as he crawls into Shiga's hand and sits with his back propped against his fingers.

Shiga hums and lowers his thumb to press against Escelain's stomach, noticing how the small porcelain doll seems to suck in a breath and fidget.

He seems.. flustered.. I wonder if..

Shiga's eyes flick over to where the other dolls should be and finds it empty and quiet.

I am dreaming.. they're not here..

He looks back to Escelain and chews his lip a bit

"W-what's wrong?" Escelain grips Shiga's thumb and fidgets a bit.

"I.. think I am asleep still, little thing.." Shiga presses a bit more and pulls his thumb downward, dragging it down to above the smooth curve of Escelain's groin and making the small doll make a noise Shiga hadn't heard from him before.

Escelain grips Shiga's thumb and pushes at it as if asking him to go lower, his lips parted and legs spread as he continues to make that small moaning noise and lift his hips towards the touch. "Please.. make it feel good.."

Shiga's face burns, but he slides his thumb down and starts rubbing the pad of it over the space between Escelain's thighs. He's greated with more of Escelain's little noises and his hips pushing up and grinding against his thumb, making his own dick start to twitch and press snug against his pants.

I'm dreaming.. this is a dream.. everything is fuzzy and everyone is missing.. this is a dream.. it's okay to-

"Please please please pleeeeease.. I-I need.. help please, I need.. something.." Escelain pants as he pushes hard down on Shiga's thumb and pushes his hips up against the rubbing thumb.

Shiga groans and lifts the hand holding Escelain up to his face as his other slips under the table and opens his pants, freeing his dick and immediately wrapping his fingers around it. He tugs his thumb away from Escelain, to his dismay, and immediately replaces it with his tongue.

The cold porcelain feels odd against his warm tongue, but he laps from back to front anyways, enjoying how Escelain bucks and shakes in his hand.

Poor thing probably can't even get off.. I probably shouldn't be doing this..

But Escelain clamps his thighs against Shiga's tongue, and his body jerks as his voice cracks with a loud moan before he slumps back against Shiga's fingers.

The suddenness of it makes Shiga buck into his hand, and he spatters the underside of the table with his release as he groans against Escelain's groin.

His vision swims a bit, and he gently lowers his hand back down to keep Escelain safe from a fall. He slides the small doll off his hand and clumsily tucks himself back into his pants.

Escelain makes a whining noise as Shiga stands and sways.

Just dreaming.. just.. dreaming..

Shiga leans and scoops Escelain back up, bringing him to his chest and holding him snug against his warm body. "Bed.."

"But I'm not allowed!" Escelain grips Shiga's shirt hard, not sure why any of the things that just happened, happened, but unwilling to pass up the opportunity to see his creators sleeping quarters.

"Still dreaming.. is fine.." Shiga stumbles a bit as his brain tries hard to navigate him while still holding hard to the sleepiness that was making him think he was still unconscious.

He bumps the door frame with his shoulder and grumbles, holding tight yet gently to the porcelain body squirming against his chest. He navigates safely to his bed and flops down, tugging the blanket up over his knees then stopping. He keeps his hand safely on Escelain and leans his face down, happy to see the small doll look up at him. He gently places his top lip against both of Escelain's and makes the kiss noise "mwah" before pulling away and settling down.

It isn't long before his breathing settles, and he starts to snore gently, leaving Escelain to still fidget and squirm as his creator's saliva continues to slick his thighs and between his legs.

"What.. was all that..?" Escelain grips Shiga's shirt and sighs. "It.. felt good.. but.. I want more.."

He fidgets and looks down over Shiga's arm, spying the bulge once again forming in his pants.

He wanted that.

Tomorrow. He'd ask again tomorrow.

For now, he'd enjoy the warmth and feeling of his creator pressed against him. Especially because he wasn't sure it would ever happen again.

He was going to treasure this while he could.

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"Wrong." Hips snap forward, slotting the pounding cock deep inside again, and making the smaller man cry out and grip the desk hard as his chest presses to it. "Try again."

He pushes himself up on trembling arms as the shaft continues to pump slowly inside him. He once again picks up the dry erase marker he'd had and tries hard to focus on the question written on the board in front of him.

'What is the “Lycidas” poem?'

A shakily written 'an apology' is struck out as trembling fingers try hard to hold the marker. "Mr. A-absinthe I-i don't knooowww.."

"Come on then, we just did a lesson on this. You answer it right, Meluto, and I'll let you get off." Sazerac rests an open palm on Meluto's lower back, lazily thrusting as he paces even himself at this point. They'd been at this a while, and even he was struggling not to unload inside the half-naked man bent over the desk. He needed him to figure the answer out soon, or he was going to lose his patience and just fuck him rough right then and there. "Think boy, or I'm going to start touching your dick too."

A creaking moan escapes Meluto at that, and his hips push back hard, slotting himself fully onto the the cock inside him with a wet smack.

Sazerac groans and gives in to the desire that's burning in his own gut. He leans, one arm wrapping fully around Meluto's waist, the other reaching down and allowing his deft fingers to wrap around the twitching shaft of the smaller man. The sensation of the slick condom on Meluto's shaft briefly annoys Sazerac, but it was to avoid a mess they'd otherwise have to clean if Meluto came all over himself and the floor. He still can't help being annoyed that he can't actually touch him directly. He strokes in quick movements though, keeping time with his own hips as his brows knit and his open mouth presses absent-minded kisses to the back of Meluto's knit sweater.

There's a jingle of the locked doorhandle, and the professor grunts as his hips slam harder into the young man in hopes of getting them both off before the Janitor found the keys needed to unlock the two locks.

"M-mr. Absinthe.. t-the door.." Meluto pants, but still pushes back into the thrusts, almost seeming as if the thrill of being caught was encouraging him to go faster.

"Hush.." Sazerac pumps Meluto's cock faster and the young man arches and strains up onto his tiptoes as he unabashedly moans and his release rushes warm into the reservoir of the condom tip, over filling it and starting to spread back up the interior along his shaft. Sazerac jerks and his hips slam hard one last time against Meluto's ass as he releases in euphoric waves. It's decedent and satisfying and..

"Ohhh fuuuuck Absinthe you.. the condom.." Meluto whines and his hips try pushing back more, seeking more stimulation and pleasure. More of the warmth that was filling him.

"Fuck.." Sazerac glances at the door as the handle now turns unlocked. Just the deadbolt remained as the barrier between them and the janitor outside. "You're going to make a mess that I don't want to explain.."

He grunts and reaches down, snatching Meluto's bag and pants from the floor in one swift movement before tightening his arm around the young mans waist and hoisting him aloft while keeping his own dick firmly inside.

"WHAT-" Meluto yelps and grabs at the arm around his waist, nails biting into the flesh there and making Sazerac groan and his hips to pump slightly.

"Hush." He almost hisses as he makes a quick rush to his chair and drops down into it with Meluto in his lap. He slings the pants and bag under his desk and lowers his chair slightly. "Bend. Get under there."

Meluto whines but obeys as the deadbolt clicks unlocked. He bends and tucks himself awkwardly under the desk and does his best to adjust his legs so he's more comfortable as he's again bent in half with the cock of his professor firmly shoved inside him.

There's a little chatter as Absinthe makes some kind of excuse about having been listening to music and had missed the sound of the janitor trying to get in. A delicious thought crosses Meluto's mind, and he hums happily before starting to rock and grind on the dick still deeply inside him.

"You alright, Sazerac?" The janitor cocks an eyebrow as Sazerac grunts and shifts in his seat a bit.

"Y-yeah, just getting sore from being here all day. You know how it is. Got to get these papers graded, though."

"Mm yeah you shouldn't put yourself through so much for-" There's a pause and the sound of a small clatter. "Ah fuck sorry I didn't mean to do that. Here let me get tha‐"

"NO!" Sazerac flinches as the janitor leans down and grabs a cup he'd knocked down. As he's bent, he briefly sees the second set of feet under the desk, and he stands quickly.

"OH! Oh hell I'm so sorry! Uhm.. fuck uh.. well you have a good night Absinthe I'll see you tomorrow." There's a rush of shoes and the door quickly shuts and locks again before the chair is slid back and Meluto is grabbed and sat up straight with one of Sazerac's hands around his throat.

"Alright, it seems I'm gonna change professions and be a biology teacher instead."

Meluto squirms and starts to bounce a little in Absinthe's lap. "W-why's that?"

"Because I'm going to fuck you until you either break," He wraps his free hand back around Meluto's shaft, earning a choppy moan from the young man. "Or until you end up pregnant, boy."

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Oh birthday booooooy~

C'mere and get a treat

Lay you down and kiss you as I undo your pants. Taking my time to rub at you, pressing between your legs, encouraging you to moan against my lips and grab at my shirt.

Take my time in sliding my thumbs into the waistbands of your pants and boxers. Slowly pulling them down and following along with kisses as I expose more and more of your skin. Tug them free of your legs and toss them aside so I can run my hands back up the insides of your legs, pushing them open as I get closer to your aching dick.

Give a little kiss to the tip before opening wide and taking you in my mouth. Sliding dooooown your length and humming as you tremble and buck. Making such pretty noises as I use my tongue to curl against the underside of your dick.

Slow and measured. Easy bobs of my head until you're whining and panting. Grabing at my hair and trying hard to buck forward into my mouth. But my hands are still on the insides of your thighs, holding you open, and holding you down.

I'd take my time and take you slow. Easing orgasm after orgasm from you and down my throat. Then, once I'm satisfied with how many you've given me, I'll lift away and shift up between your legs.

Slip free of my own pants and slowly ease the head of my dick against you. Dipping slowly inside at first. Easing you open, making sure you're ready for when my hips snap forward.

Leaning close so I can hold the back of your head and tuck my face against your neck. Because you feel so very good. So very tight and warm around my cock. Wanna be sure to kiss and bite that spot that's mine. Make sure my mark is heavy on your skin.

I'll fill you again and again. Tell you how good you are for taking me. How pretty you look all disheveled and messy on my cock. Make sure you're a whining and begging mess before rolling us over so I can take your hips in my hands and lift you up and down on it. Tell you you're such a good Bun for bouncing on it. Being such a Good Boy and taking your birthday gifts so well.

Make sure you're completely filled, and your tum is swollen, before finally laying you back down. Sliding behind you while staying nice and stuffed inside. Pull you close and let you drift to sleep.

And when you inevitably start grinding in your sleep...

Well

We'll just have to do it all over again

Happy birthday, my beloved mate. My sweet boy. I'll be sure to make up for not getting to spend this birthday with you once you're home ;] so you best be ready @barry-no

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Can't sleep

Thinking about how he pushes back into my thrusts and how that one moan of his lights my guts on fire.

That one that's been slightly held, when he's doing his best to be quiet because the walls are thin, but it bubbles out past his lips anyways..

How he trembles while he holds the wand against his dick while I'm fucking him full of me

How his back dips and his eyes roll and he whiiiiines from how good it feels

And how he is also content to straddle my lap and bounce on it himself. Getting to see the muscles in his legs and back flex and his head tip back as he happily rides me like that

And how he folds in half so easily when I lay him on his back. Knees pushed up towards his chest. His hands clenching at the sheets as I push my knot inside him again and again

Can't sleep

Want to breed my mate

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Up thinking about the dip of his waist and grabing his hips. Tugging him back and hearing those desperate noises. How he drips down himself and tugs at the sheets. How his smaller body is easy to grab and move wherever I want. How he moans when I do just that, because he loves being manhandled.

How I can be bottomed out in his cute little ass, filling his guts with my cum, and tug him up against my chest and bite the crook of his neck until his knees quake and he paints the bed with his cum.

How even then he still twitches on it and makes those cute little "Nnnn" noises as his hands grip at my arm around his waist..

Just a needy Pup on my cock, making the cutest noises until I bend him over and fuck him again

Fuck I want my sweet boy home already

So I can ruin him, and our sheets

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Wolf boy Kas and Bun boy Barry.

Kink & cw list: Pred/prey, breeding, cum tum, knotting, knot riding, rimming, praise, possesive thoughts, hand job

The soft autumn breeze rattles the remaining leaves on the trees. It wouldn't be long before the chill of winter would stick to the air and cause fur to thicken and fluff.

A curious nose snuffles through the fallen foliage, searching out mushrooms and the trails of any remaining berries of the season. The rabbit stills as the crisp sound of a small twig snapping pulls his attention. He slowly places the mushroom he'd found into a small basket made of woven willow reeds, before delicately taking the handle in his mouth. Just as he readies to bound away, he catches the eyes of the predator stalking him.

Gold encasing silver, watching hungrily, but with no intent to kill.

His one back foot repeatedly stomps a few times in annoyance as he places the basket back down. There's an audible grumbling squeak of a sound as he takes a few steps towards the wolf hiding amongst the dead bushes.

A soft bark is his response as the wolf starts to pad towards him, tail low and wagging, and ears laid back in a submissive manner.

A new snap and the wolf immediately goes alert. His stance widens and his head lifts, a growl resonating from him as his eyes sweep the edges of the forest.

There, amongst the evergreen pines, sits a coyote, their eyes pinned on the rabbit now frozen in fear in the clearing. On HIS rabbit.

Anger rushes out all at once and his body grinds and pops as it stands to two feet. His muzzle quickly turning back into a human shape, and his fur receding to cover his wolven limbs, chest, and groin. "HEY! FUCK OFF!"

The rabbit follows suit, and quickly stands to his human-like form. "Kas, calm down.."

The coyote yelps and rushes away, tail between its legs. Definitely wasn't a shifter.

"You could have been killed Barry.." Kas whines as he closes the distance between them and quickly sinks his pressing claws into the back ruff of fluffy fur around Barry's neck. He rubs and scratches at the skin underneath lightly, earning a wavering hum from Barry as he fidgets and his legs squeeze together.

"Kas.. come on I gotta finish foraging.." Barry's paws grip at the fur on Kas' chest and he slightly bounces back and forth from one foot to the other.

"We have plenty stored for the winter already." Kas presses closer, Barry's face now getting pressed into the ruff of fur around Kas' neck and chest. Kas' free hand slides along behind Barry and he pushes it down until the base of Barry's tail is between his thumb and index finger.

"N-not if you keep trying to have pups over the winter!" Barry squeaks out from the dense fur in his face. Yet he still had tipped his back and was actively lifting his rear a bit, into Kas' grip as it closes around his tail. Barry's legs tremble and he lifts high onto his toes as Kas gives a soft tug to his tail, a moan getting lost amongst the fur in Barry's face.

A soft, rumbling, growl from Kas makes Barry's hands clench and his feet to tap slightly back and forth again. The small tail trembling and flicking as Kas give another soft tug.

"Impatient Bun." Kas releases Barry's tail and pushes his hand a little lower, letting the pads of two of his fingers rub and press against Barry's ass.

"Th-the den.. the aloe.. hhhnn want you.. in.." Barry peeks up at Kas' face, his own dusted in a heavy blush as he stammers on his next sentence. "Unless you... wanna.. do the.. the thing were you.. the uhm.."

Kas gives a sort of snort laugh before moving quickly, startling Barry a little. The suddenness, however, leads to Barry's chest against the ground as he's on his knees, Kas' grip back on the base of his tail as Kas kneels behind him.

The hand not griping Barry's tail reaches under him and rubs at the already dripping tip of his dick as it peeks from his sheath. Warm, damp breath inches closer to Barry's ass and he whimpers as he grinds his emerging dick against Kas' fingers.

The first swipe of Kas' tongue immediately leaves a thick layer of saliva behind, making Barry jolt and twitch up for more. Of which Kas is happy to oblige. His tail wagging happily as he lavishly licks and presses his tounge to Barry's presented ass.

Soft hums and moans filter up Kas' throat as he rocks his unsheathed dick against his own thighs. His fingers curl around Barry's shaft as he pushes his tongue inside, mouth opening so he can push as much in as possible. Perk of being a shifter, is being able to shift certain parts of yourself at will. So what better way to prep your mate than to use your longer tongue to stretch him out and slick him up?

The added girth makes Barry gasp and shove back against the prodding tongue, whimpering as it wiggles and thrusts inside him. He pants as his hips start rocking, bouncing on it as he ruts against Kas' grip on his dick. "Maaate.. I'm.. you're gonna make me.. hhhh.."

Kas just groans and starts to bob his head slightly, fucking Barry on his tongue as his own dick leaks on his thighs. He was close just from this, just from his mate enjoying his touches and licks. But he wouldn't waste the extra slicking that his own load would provide. He'd be patient until Barry finished once from this.

Barry's legs shift a bit as he adjusts to lift himself onto his hands so he can push back more on the tongue inside him, his head tilting back as he unabashedly moans from the feeling.

Kas can feel all the twitches and clenches around him, and quickens his hand on Barry's dick. He wanted to hear those cries of pleasure, wanted to feel Barry buck in his hand and spatter the forest floor with cum. And it isn't long before he gets that wish.

Desperate pants and moans are punctuated by Barry helplessly pushing back and bouncing against Kas' mouth, before he pushes back hard one last time and his head slumps as he calls out while cumming over Kas' fingers and on the ground below.

Kas doesn't even wait, just removes his hand and pulls his tongue out, shifting to a better position before slipping the head of his aching cock inside of Barry's twitching hole.

"Fffffuck yesss.." He pushes in once, up to his knot, as he holds Barry's hips. The sensation being enough to let him cum deep inside Barry in several pulsing waves.

Barry squeaks in surprise and groans as his tum gets a soft round bump from the sudden, large, gushes of cum. He glances over his shoulder at Kas and groans at the look of ecstasy painted on his mates face. He does however pipe up and ask a question. "You.. you came already? You barely put it in, mate.. you okay?"

"Hush.." Kas blushes now, cheeks tinting red as he adjusts again to get in a better position to properly fuck Barry. "I held that in so I could ensure it went inside you. Because you get all my cum, and you hold it in like a good boy."

Barry attempts to respond, but Kas thrusts forward, making the only noise to come out be a sharp moan and whimper before Kas starts a fast pace and makes his moans climb higher.

The first load inside makes the thrusts slick and comfortable for both, and Kas happily presses his chest to Barry's back so he can rub a hand over Barry's already slightly rounded tum, as well as use his other hand to rub Barry's dick. Kas' lips graze next to Barry's ear and he murmurs praise to his bun as he grinds his knot against his already stretched hole. "Look at you.. such a good boy for me.. taking it so well.. letting me fill you full of pups.. you gonna be a good boy and take my knot? Let me breed you?"

To Kas' surprise, Barry slams back hard, knocking them both backwards, and making Kas' knot pop inside in the process. Now knotted and straddling Kas' lap, Barry braces one hand on Kas' legs and starts a fast pace of bouncing on Kas' knot while he strokes his own dick.

"Hhhh breed breed breed... Kas pleeeease.." Barry moans out each word, desperately bouncing and grinding on his mate as the knot tugs and pushes deep each time.

The crash happens all to soon and Kas grips Barry's hips hard as he slams him down to the base as he cums deep inside him. Barry practically screams out his moan as his legs clamp against Kas and he cums hard as his belly bulges further from the massive rush of cum inside.

They both heave a sigh of relief and topple sideways, Kas pulling Barry against his chest while his knot stays firmly inside him.

"Nnnaaap..." Barry croaks out on a hoarse voice.

Kas hums and rubs his hand over the very swollen tum of his mate. "Mmm.. yes.. we should rest a bit then return to then den.. there are preparations to make."

"Hmm?" Barry hums in question, sleep dragging him down every second.

"Rest, love. You'll know soon enough."

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We are both.. in need.. so this drabble is of similar content.

Fae lad and male human kight. Possessiveness, heats, alluded breeding, breaking skin with a bite

The heavy clang of iron armor hitting the floor piece by piece is punctuated by the sigh of relief as Jacques stretches and rubs the sore spots on his body from spending days in his armor again.

The room is dark, lit only by a single candle on the bedside table, and the eyes watching him from the darkened corner know that Jacques can't possibly see him.

Yet...

"You are terrible at sneaking up on me, Arylin." He sits on the edge of the bed and begins unbuckling his heavy boots.

"But how!?" Arylin drops from where he had been tucked amongst the rafters and perches himself like a cat on the footboard of the bed, pouting as he watches Jacques undress, piece by piece.

"Perhaps you forget that I am a knight for a reason." Jacques glances at the fae and smirks. "Besides, my cabin is made of cedar, yet my room smelt of violets and moss when I walked in. And it seems you're in need, my wild one."

"I-i have no idea what you mean." Arylin glances to the side as color dusts his cheeks, grumbling as his arms shift to cover the slowly forming bulge and damp spot in his pants.

"Mhm.." The heavy shirt and socks are shed and Jacques makes to unfasten his belt. "So, then, why can I smell the scent of your blood and the damp forming between your legs?"

"Th-that's none of your business!" Arylin fidgets and his face tints darker and Jacques let's his pants fall to the floor.

"You know.. before we had sex at the spring.. you use to actually leave me alone for a few days every month.. and it seems you're here with me during the time you'd usually be missing." Jacques tucks his thumbs under the waistband of the plain linen under shorts he's left in and tilts his head slightly as Arylin's eyes linger on his own forming bulge.

"Mmmaybe I just.. want to be around you.." There's a soft waiver to his voice as his eyes flick up to Jacques' face before flicking back down to the tent now forming behind the linen. He doesn't even think to hide the fact that his tongue darts over his lips as his hands clench at the wood under them.

"Arylin?" Jacques take a step closer as he starts pushing the shorts down.

"Mhm?" Arylin's hungry gaze rakes over the skin and line of hair being slowly exposed and his lips part in a soft pant as the fabric falls to the floor, leaving Jacques on full display.

A gentle hand cups Arylin's face and tilts him to look Jacques in the eyes again. "Are you in heat?"

Arylin blanks for a second before yelping and tugging his face away as it burns bright with a blush. "I am not a simple Doe Jacques!! I am not a helpless animal under the whims of urges and-"

"Hush." Jacques slides a hand into the back of Arylin's hair and tugs, making the fae moan and squirm as his hands lift from the footboard and grasp at Jacques' arm. The bulge in his own pants heavily apparent along with the damp spot from the tip of his dick against the soft fabric between his legs. "You would be a Buck, my wild one. A noble creature who is far from helpless. Perhaps I misspoke, and I should instead ask if you are in rut?"

The words on Arylin's tongue come out as desperate whines as his hips twitch and he claws at Jacques' arm. "Hhhheat.. ffffuck please.. in.. in please.. Jacques I neeeeeeed it.."

"O-ohhh.. oh cosmos you are.." Jacques releases his hold and Arylin immediately dashes to bury his face in Jacques' pillows as he stays on his knees with his back dipped. An invitation.

Jacques shifts onto the bed and tugs the fae's pants down, wrangling them free and tossing them to the side before sitting back up and admiring the display before him.

Fae reproductive anatomy was still very new to him, and he definitely wasn't expecting that the shape-shifting of their magic would effect this. Yet before him was a different feast from what he had enjoyed last time.

"Both.. how interesting.." Jacques rubs a finger down over the new, swollen, and dripping line that sits in place of where Arylin had had a pleasant set of testes the last time they had sex.

A soft mewling moan is muffled by the pillow but Arylin's hips still push back, begging for more.

Jacques removes his fingers and brings them to his lips, gently licking the slick left behind and immediately groaning before dropping and laying on his back and sliding under Arylin's spread legs.

Arylin lifts his face a bit and whines as he speaks. "Jaaacques.. what are you-"

Strong hands collide with Arylin's hips and tug him back and down, forcing him to sit up and then down onto Jacques' hungry mouth.

"OH!" Arylin quickly claps both hands over his mouth as his eyes roll back from the sensation of Jacques' tongue pushing into his heat based physical addition. His dick twitching and bobbing as he can't help but grind into the feeling, making his shaft bump Jacques nose each time.

It isn't long before his one hand reaches down and buries in Jacques' hair while the other wraps delicate fingers around his own twitching member, stroking in erratic pumps as moans tumble freely from his lips.

It isn't long at all before he spills over, his dick spattering the pillows in cum while Jacques' mouth is flooded with the delicious taste of the cum from the twitching slit around his tongue.

He slumps forward, narrowly avoiding a face full of his own cum as Jacques swallows every drop before sliding out and positioning back behind Arylin again. The head of his dick grazes the dripping slit and Arylin actually pulls his hips away a bit, trembling slightly as he fidgets and whines.

"I do not have to take you there if you do not wish-"

"No! N-no it's just.. I've never.." Arylin eases his hips back and shivers as Jacques' dick again rubs against the slit. "J-just.. be gentle.. okay?"

"Oh am I.. am I the first person to have you like this?" Jacques shifts a bit to sit on his heels, pulling his dick away and making Arylin whine loudly.

"You're.. You're the first in general Jacques, just.. please I want..." He tappers off but sways his hips in invitation again.

"Then let me start you with something a little easier..." Jacques murmurs before reaching his hand back out again and sliding his middle finger just past the swollen and puffy edges of the slit, easing that digit inside slowly as Arylin's thighs shake and he again moans into the pillows.

Gently, he starts to thrust, curling down on each to press against the rough patch inside that makes Arylin shove back, hard, into the sensation.

"Mmmore more pleeease..." the desperate pants sound from amongst the pillows and Jacques happily obliges by adding another finger. He pumps them quicker now, making Arylin lift up onto his hands as he frantically pushes back into each thrust, mouth agape with moans as he practically fucks himself on Jacques' fingers.

A third is pressed in and Arylin explodes over the sheets, dripping from around Jacques' fingers and spattering from his dick in twitching bursts. Jacques groans as he slides his fingers out and trails them up to the presented ass before them, using the slick on them to start working two into the fae like he had back at the spring.

"HHHHOOH fffuck Jacques..." Arylin's upper body drops again and he whines as the fingers start sliding in and out of his ass, easing him open like they had before.

"Mmm.. such pretty noises Arylin.." Jacques uses his other hand to grab his own shaft, lining himself up with Arylin's slit, before pressing his hips forward and nudging. "Can I?"

There's a shaking moan from Arylin and he pushes his hips back into the fingers inside him and against the cock sliding against his swollen flesh. "Yeeeeessss fuck yes please..."

Jacques wastes no time and presses forward, easing his cock inside the warm and slick entrance here, being greeted with shaking moans as Arylin bucks and shoves down onto him completely.

"Easy! Don't hurt your-" Jacques starts but is immediately silenced as Arylin frantically starts to bounce on his cock and fingers, moans pouring from him as his inner walls clench and twitch around Jacques.

It is, unfortunately, short lived. As the sudden girth and double stimulation sends Arylin crashing over the edge very very quickly, and Jacques groans as Arylin clenches hard around his cock inside him. It's just enough to tip Jacques though and he cums deep inside Arylin with a grunt of a moan before sliding his fingers and cock out and shifting to line his now slicked cock up with Arylin's ass. "Forgive me, wild one.. I need you like this too.."

Jacques presses forward and the head slips easily inside, his own moans now mingling with Arylin's as he snaps his hips forward, the distinct sound of his balls slapping against the slick still dripping from Arylin's slit punctuating every movement.

Deep, rough thrusts shake Arylin as he frantically pushes back into them, one of Jacques hands now worming down to stroke Arylin as he fucks him hard and fast.

A warmth, unlike any he'd felt before, was burning in his stomach. He wanted this. Wanted Arylin. Wanted him filled in every possible way with his cum.

Ragged breaths shake him, and he leans his chest against Arylin's back. "Mine."

Arylin almost chokes on the noise he practically screams out as he slams onto Jacques.

Teeth clamp onto the back of Arylin's neck, and Jacques bites down hard as he cums inside him. Marking his skin, and filling him with his cum in twitching waves. Arylin practically shrieks as the teeth break skin and he cums hard all over Jacques' hand and bed.

It's a rush of adrenaline and euphoria and Arylin sighs with content as Jacques stills.

"Mmm.. so good.. full.." His shaky hand touches the soft rounded bulge in his stomach before he sucks in a sharp breath as Jacques suddenly starts thrusting again.

Through his clenched teeth still locked on Arylin's skin, Jacques practically growls. "NOT. FULL. ENOUGH."

This, was going to be a long heat.

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Dom thoughts in drabble form

Give me a show Sweet Boy,

and I'll give you a limp the next day

Fingers glide over damp skin, sinking low until they find purchase on the sensitive and twitching heat between his legs. Deft fingers making quick work to slide over the head, collecting the damp and pushing down to stroke fully.

With my chest pressed to his back, my teeth find the nape of his neck and bite, relishing in the feeling of his hips pushing into my hand as my length slides to rub between his parted legs. Trembling thighs ease further apart as his back dips and he pushes back against me, begging for something inside.

His arms stretch out across the sheets before his hands clench at the fabric, whines and moans scattering forth from his lips as the teeth on his skin sink far enough to just begin to break the skin. Warmth spatters across my fingers as he chokes on a moan, mouth agape as his hips grind helplessly, desperate for more.

I release him from my teeth and my warm tongue lulls across his skin to collect the droplets of ruby blood before my hips are pulled back, cock aligned, and the slow ease in is started. Gentle movements, working him on just the head first. Letting it slip in and out, teasing and testing as I stretch him open to the girth. Then the first thrust, sliding it in a little as his hips curl and roll against the fingers still working between his legs.

The desperate huffs and whines, wanting more, wanting to be full already. An impatient buck of his hips and he pushes to the base, yet again spattering warmth over my fingers and wrist as he bounces against me with mewling moans on his lips.

Oh to have this and more.. to break him on my cock and make him beg and whine..

Soon.

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You ever be so close to someone that you can pick up what they're feeling like a Bluetooth signal?

Signals

Hunger.

Even over the countless miles, it's present. Haunting, calling, beckoning

Insatiable.

The mere thought of the line that cuts the difference between his hip and thigh is enough to make me salivate.

Ravenous.

The throbbing pulse in his and my guts twitching in time with eachother. Begging for the release that is found in eachother's caress.

Desperation.

Seeking relief with your own hands, just to feel the sting of want crawl back up your spine after the waves of ecstasy have rolled back out to the sea that is our desire.

Shared.

Every twinge, every wave, every stinging bite of want and need.. all felt by both. Every thought of scent, every daydream of hands on hips, every squirm while thinking of lap sitting.. Every single want and desire, broadcasting between the two of us like a secret radio channel no one else can hear.

Patience.

Something in short supply for us both, yet something we both must practice. And practice we shall, for five months must pass this time before we can see eachother again. Our longest distance of time without physical contact, as two touch starved creatures desperate to be tangled with eachother.

Mate.

And at the end of this time, we shall collide with reckless abandon. Drowning every anxiety and fear in candied kisses and fevered touches. Two beasts returning to their den, to reacquaint themselves with eachother. To remap every inch of their mate. Two parts of one whole, becoming one again, even if only for a small time.

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A disjointed thought ramble about scent and how good it is..

Ignition Point

Scent.

Light, floral, sweet.. but also spiced and warm like cloves and cardamom..

Then the distinct scent of sweat and sex.. rich, warm, damp, and mouth watering as it curls over the tongue and sinuses.. the distinct note of salt from his skin, and the intoxicating fragrance of the heat from his core that has imprinted at the front of the fabric now pinned to nose and mouth.

It's like leaves in the fall, with the warmth of a sudden sunny spell elevating the notes of loam. Alongside notes of fresh dough, tempting to taste. Punctuated by sparks of spice, like allspice and saffron, swirled with distinct touches into the mix.

It's down right delectable.

Enough to tip over the edge as it floods the senses.

What I'd give to have the source of that scent pressed against my tongue as his hands burry in my hair.. thighs resting along either side of my face.. my hands on his hips, encouraging him to push it further, to give me more..

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Short Drabble was rattling around in my head, of Panther boy Emeryll being the doting and kind husband while also being dom and aaaaa with my waify wolf boy Jaith. Nothing inherently NSFW in this drabble, but there is some suggestive language at the end

A hissing sound erupts from the gray wolf as he sucks a sharp breath in through his clenched teeth. His brows knitting together in frustration as his right knee attempts to buckle under him.

"Do you need your cane love?" The concerned tone of the panther makes the wolf shrink a bit in shame.

He hadn't meant to alert his husband to his pain again. "It's fine. Just stiff. Just limping. I'll be okay."

"Jaith." The tone is firm now, Emeryll's usual soft tone and playfulness now replaced with a soft growl and the sound of him approaching. "If you need your cane, then I will fetch it."

"No, no, it's fine! I'm fine!" Jaith shifts away from the counter and winces as he limps towards where Emeryll approaches.

Emeryll halts and his eyes narrow before his head tips softly and his words come out on a low growl. "Where is your cane?"

"I-it's fine.. I don't need it.." Jaith shrinks a bit as he sways under the intense, predating gaze of his husband.

"That doesn't answer what I asked. Now be a good boy, and answer my question." He closes the distance between them as the fur around Jaith's ruff and head puffs up and his hands fold over his groin as his ears lay back and he looks down at the floor. Even being a whole head shorter than him, Emeryll still exudes a presence of authority. Pressing close, he grabs Jaith's chin and makes him look him in the eyes. "Beloved, I will ask this one more time. Where is your cane?"

Gray and gold eyes meet honey and cinnamon ones and Jaith can't help the whine that eases up his throat as he gets lost in the candied colors of his husband's gaze. Soft, warm, inviting. Everything his weren't.

"Closet.." Jaith shrinks a bit as he answers, his head tucking away from Emeryll's hand in shame.

"Hey, it's okay." Deft fingers sink into Jaith's ruff and head fur and Emeryll's blunt claws scritch at the skin there. Jaith's tail wags a bit at the touch and a soft whine crawls up his throat again as Emeryll disengages and turns to head to their room. "I'll be right back. Then we'll go to the room together and lay down. Okay?"

"Mmk.." Jaith rubs his arms and sighs as Emeryll disappears down the hallway. A wince and soft growl seeping from him as he shifts and rests against the counter while he waits. He'd struggled with accepting his disability since the accident happened years ago. Never wanting to be seen as weak or unable by those around him. But Emeryll wouldn't have it. He'd never seen Jaith as anything less than a strong and able wolf. Stubborn, sure, but he loved him regardless. Emeryll's ability to quiet the disgruntled wolf was surprising to those who had known Jaith for years. Even his longest standing friend couldn't quell Jaith's anxieties about it the way Emeryll could.

"You're lost in your thoughts again love." Emeryll gently speaks, not wanting to startle Jaith and make him strain his knee any more than necessary.

"Hm? Oh yes I suppose I am.. thinking about my friends." He sighs as his eyes land on the cane being handed to him. He takes the handle though and immediately leans onto it as he shifts from the counter and steps toward Emeryll and cups his cheek. He leans down and places a kiss on his lips and hums happily as a soft purr raises from the panthers chest. "Thank you love."

"Did you want to talk about it?" Emeryll's eyes are half lidded and a half smile rest on his lips as Jaith pulls back from the kiss.

"Uhm.. well maybe.. it's just.. well you have a way of easing my anxieties about this kind of stuff. You make me feel like it's okay to not always be the strong one. Not like how Helios or Rouge or Momento or even Nulla make me feel.. and well.. it's frustrating to always BE the strong one and.." He sighs and shakes his head, ears still laid back over his head as he chews his lip, mulling over things.

"Come on. Let's go lay down." Emeryll offers his hand to Jaith's free one and he happily takes it. "Let's go remind you that you don't always need to be the strong one."

"Emeryll!" Jaith whines and his grip tightens on the cane handle and Emeryll's hand in his.

"Calling out my name already? I'm not even in you yet." Emeryll chuckles deviously and Jaith whines more as he shuffles along down the hallway with his flirt of a husband.

I may add more to this later, but I'll repost it if I do