#bite guard

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ooo can we get something about domesticated pt i? 🥰

so glad you asked, nonnie! i've been so excited to work on this new series ❤️

(prompt from here!)

the domesticated series is bite guard in a hat and glasses--i.e. bite guard vol 2 🥳 here's 573 words, rico pov (again lol):

"You're going to kill me, darling," Rico complained into the quiet space between them.

"Am not," Max protested feebly into Rico's neck. "Just giving you extra cardio."

Rico started rubbing Max's shoulder, carefully picking his words. The memory of Max' stress heat several years ago still haunted Rico and plagued his thoughts every time Max's heat lasted longer than normal. He began to voice softly, "Still…that was kind of intense. Are you feeling alright?"

He had to stop himself from flinching when he felt Max freeze in his arms, his breath hitching slightly as if he was caught doing something wrong. Slowly, Max started to mindlessly run his fingers over the muscles of Rico's flank.

"I have to tell you something," Max admitted, voice low and hesitant.

"Yeah?" It didn't help Rico's heart rate, which had been steadily increasing until it was thundering beneath his skin. He had to force himself to not flinch away from Max's feather-light touch.

"…I got my implant removed."

For a brief moment, Rico feared that smoke was going to start pouring out of his ears from the way his brain felt like it was short circuiting. Gently, he put his hands on Max's shoulders to push him back a little bit, just to see the cautious but excited look on his husband's face.

"…Really?" Rico whispered, now breathless once more with probably the most stupid expression on his face if he were to guess.

"Mmhm," Max hummed and nodded microscopically. He turned his left arm a little bit, revealing the band-aid over the inside of his bicep that Rico had been vaguely aware of since they fell into bed together several days prior. "This heat was intense, I think, because I'm letting my body have what it wants."

Rico could only sputter, having so many thoughts running through his head that it was impossible the properly articulate them all coherently. "You mean you—we can—we're finally—?"

"Uh huh." Max had been biting back the grin that was now spreading across his face, his wide mouth pulled into his beautiful smile. The tip of his tongue was lightly trapped between his two rows of perfectly straight teeth. "My gyno did say, though, to not be too disappointed if it didn't happen right away. Because of my hormones normalizing."

Rico had to admit he was only half listening. He was too busy trying to stare down at where Max's softening tummy was pressed up against his own. Where maybe…maybe they finally had…

He scrambled his hands off Max's shoulders to cup his cheeks instead, pressing a firm kiss against his lips and breathing in his mate's startled laugh.

"God, I love you," he mumbled against Max's mouth, forgetting in an instant his exhaustion, his soreness. He suddenly felt like he could run a marathon for do twenty workouts.

"You're happy?" Max asked with a chuckle that was still colored with hesitancy around its edges.

"Am I happy? Maxy, I'm over the moon right now!" Rico release Max's face to wrap his arms around his shoulders and crush their chests together. He had to tell himself to breathe, lest he hyperventilate and pass out from his joy. "I mean, we might finally be having a pup! Our pup!" He squeezed Max again, rocking the both of them side to side like a child would their treasured plushie.

"Okay, okay. Careful, tiger. I might be carrying precious cargo."

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Monster killer

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hiiii

tell me about ver2 wedding/honeymoon 🙏

tysh!!! yes, ver2 wedding just for you! ❤️

(prompt from here!)

this is a part of the bite guard series. i just have nowhere to put it, so it may be just be a standalone ficlet. 581 words, rico pov:

The din of the reception hall quieted with the dimming of the lights. Guests and family members scurried to seatsat the round tables scattered about. From the corner of Max's eye, he could spot his mother proudly holding her phone aloft with both of her delicate hands, obviously filming. Victoria beside her was doing the same, only more discreetly. He didn't flinch when he felt Rico's caloused hand slide into his, and the two of them stepped out into the dancefloor where a single spotlight highlighted them from above. They kept their hands intertwined, Max shifting so that their fingers were threaded while their other arms found their resting places around each other—Max's at Rico's shoulder and Rico's around Max's waist. Two bodies slotting against each other like it was their destiny to never part ever again now that they'd found each other.

From either side of the DJ's table, the sound of piano keystrokes swelled from the speakers. A simple progression standing alone until a lone voice joined it.

"Despardo, why don't you come to your senses?"

They began to sway, their feet just barely leaving the ground as they shifted their weight back and forth. Max had shot down the suggestion of a learned dance for the two of thrm months back when they were still planning their special day. It made Rico laugh at the time, he too also breathing a sigh of relief at not having to go through weeks of dance classes. No stepping on toes or forgetting the next move or motion while all their loved ones looked on in anticipation—his footwork was good as a kickboxing, but he didn't have that type of coordination. Later that night in bed, Max must've felt the need to explain himself, quietly telling Rico that he didn't want their first dance as husbands to be something rehearsed or planned in advance. He wanted it simply to be the two of them moving they way they felt like in the moment.

Thinking about it now, as Rico looked down at Max, all handsome in his white tux and his same absurd oversized style bow tie, he thought it was the perfect decision. As if reading his mind, Max looked up at him, his eyes half-lidded in adoration. Sighing, he relaxed further into Rico's hold, resting his head on Rico's shoulder.

"Now it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table. But you only want the ones that you can't get."

Rico squeezed Max to him lightly, and pressed a kiss onto the crown of his head as the rest of the room dissolved around them. He kept his nose buried in Max's fluffy blond hair, closing his eyes as his body moved on its own accord. They had sunk a lot of time into planning this night, down to the food and the decorations and the guest list. There had been a few arguments and a few apologies, the whispered insistence that they just wanted everything to be perfect. Now, with just the warmth from the lights and the music and the boneless weight of Max in his arms—the rest of the world having fallen to the wayside, even for just a few short minutes—Rico though that this was perfect, because it meant that he ans Max were each other's forever, and their bond would only continue to strengthen from here.

"…You better let somebody love you before it's too…late…"

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Heat Sink: Act III

ver2 a/b/o part iii (mixed pov)

7,385 words, explicit

By the morning of the third day, Max was strangely lucid.

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everybody posting ver2 at the same time, give me strength to finish this fic this weekend... 😩🙏

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bite guard pt iii snippet, 769 words <3

Max's eyes flicked to the reflection of the door opening behind him, Rico poking his head through the gap and smiling at him in the mirror. He slipped inside, relaxing with the feel of the humid air lingering from Max’s shower, and slotted himself behind Max and into his personal space. Max reached behind him to grab Rico's hands and wrap them around his waist, turning his head with his lips puckered for a kiss, one that Rico was only too glad to bestow.

"Mm, I thought you said you were working on getting ready," Rico murmured, his words falling into Max's mouth and punctuated with another kiss.

"I am," Max asserted, playfully petulant. He turned back to gaze at their forms in the mirror, watching Rico rest his chin on his shoulder as he gently swayed them back and forth. "I've just been thinking."

"Yeah? About what?"

Max ducked his head briefly and squeezed his hands around where Rico had his own clasped against his tummy. "About this year." He looked up and noted just how close Rico was to his scent gland, how one move of his chin would've had his stubble scraping over the sensitive tissue. Rico had promised he wouldn't scent Max too hard prior to him attending the ceremony, lest other guests catch wind and give the journos yet another rumor to espouse upon. Max was going to wear suppressant patches regardless, it being a little too close to his upcoming heat to risk being so exposed in public. "…About us," he finished.

Rico hummed in wordless agreement. He tightened his embrace and rubbed the tip of his nose over where Max's sweet caramel scent came pouring out. Max squirmed, a laugh bubbling out of his chest as he tried to put distance between them.

"Hey!" he giggled, then broke free from Rico's grasp. "You swore!"

"I know," Rico moaned mournfully. He exaggerated his disappointment by sagging his shoulders and trying to give Max his best puppy dog eyes. "But you smell so good and you're going to be gone so long."

Max smirked and shook his head, grabbing his trousers from where the were hanging on the back of the door. "You're ridiculous." He bent over to step into them and felt the way Rico's eyes followed them up his legs before tucking in his shirt. Max fastened the button and pulled the zipper up, then held out his hand expectantly. "Belt, please."

Rico handed it over wordlessly but dutifully, watching the visage of his handsome man coming together, all broad shoulders tapering down to a tiny waist all but begging to be grabbed. If it weren't for the fact the Rico knew Max liked to reuse the same tuxedo every year, down the same absurd bow tie, he'd be sending buttons flying and ripping the zipper teeth open to get at Max's soft, pale skin when he returned from the gala later that night. Even then, underneath the feral beast, a quiet curiosity bloomed that Rico wasn't willing to lend a voice to yet, wondering wistfully if Max ever wanted to wear a dress to these functions. Or even if he'd wear a dress solely for Rico's eyes only if he asked sweetly enough.

He guessed there was enough time for them in the future to figure that out.

Trousers secured, Max focused on adjusting his cuff links and slipping on his watch. When he went to reach for his bow tie, Rico shooed his hands away and grabbed it for him.

"Let me," he said softly, prompting Max to turn and face him with his lips parted in slight surprise.

Rico draped it reverently around his neck, once again marveling at the thick musculature and watching the way Max's adam's apple bobbed against the thin, delicate skin. He did up the topmost button and began the methodical act of tying, folding, and tucking until the bow emerged, sitting just atop the hollow of his throat where Rico once sucked a hickey until Max was breathless and dizzy.

"There," Rico finished before stepping back. "Perfect. Just like my perfect mate."

He watched the blush creep onto Max's cheeks, once again looking down, bashful.

"We are not mated yet," Max reminded softly, though it was hard to remember sometimes. Everything that had transpired between them had just felt so perfect, so divine like they were already celestially tied to one another, their fate cemented in the stars.

Rico tipped his chin upward, having stepped back into his space. His eyes danced briefly over Max's plush mouth before locking gaze. "Soon, darling," he whispered.

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✨️New Work✨️

Heat-Seeking

ver2 a/b/o pt i (rico pov)

3,840 words, explicit

Rico had been Max's heat partner for nearly four years, and nobody was none the wiser.

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okay but seriously tho

Help me decide what to update next!

Breaking Protocol chapter 9 (maxiel)

Bite Guard pt 3 (max/rico)

Voting ended onSep 7, 2025

i've figured out i haven't written anything lately because i've been overcome with decision paralysis so let's leave it up to the people!

ao3 links here:

Breaking Protocol

Bite Guard