Okay But We Know Sturges Went Poking Around In That Data From The Network Scanner Holotape, Right? How

Hihi!! I loved your writing for the prompt where the monokuma makes s/o the target of the killing game. Can you perhaps use the same prompt but for the THH cast please? ♡

I sure can :3

This is my 666th post hehe >:3

Monokuma's Motive - THH Edition

It had been a good while since the last motives were handed out.

You did a good job of keeping the peace and preventing any killings, so you assumed Monokuma had given up.

Oh boy, were you wrong.

Monokuma's announcement rang out through the school, and it filled you with anxiety. You take a deep breath in and exit your dorm.

Your significant other meets you in the hallway, with the same anxiety on your face.

"Hey. You ready?"

You nod at them. "Yeah."

They take your hand and together, you make your way to the gym.

Monokuma sprang out from behind the podium.

"Hey, hey, hey! Guess who's got a surprise for all of you? A brand new motive, this time with a twist!"

Oh no.

"So, there haven't been any blackeneds in a while... And somehow, none of my motives have worked! Threats, bribes, nothin'! And it's all because of...!"

Monokuma gave you an angry glare, his forehead reddening. But he calmed down quickly, and resumed with your conversation. Nobody seemed to notice, except for you. And your significant other, as they gave you a look of concern.

"Point is, the new motive I have is different. This time, there's only one person you can kill. Any other kills don't count, and will send you right to the crapper!"

You noticed your classmates stiffening. So Monokuma had a target in mind. And it could have been anyone. You tighten your grip on your significant other's hand, and they do the same, waiting anxiously for Monokuma to reveal the target.

"From now on, the only person you can kill is (Name)!"

He called out, pointing at you.

All eyes were on you now.

Of course. You're the one who had been keeping the peace the whole time. You'd be lying if you said you didn't see it coming.

Makoto Naegi 

"What?! You can't do that!!"

"Sure can! Them's the rules!"

Because you had been keeping the peace, you had to go

But Makoto refused to allow it

He already lost Sayaka, so he'd be damned if he's losing you too

He keeps an eye on you whenever he can

Sleepovers every night, and follows you wherever you go

He is INCREDIBLY anxious, and you can see it, no matter how much he tries to hide it

He might need some comforting, and he'll comfort you too

He would never let anyone kill you

Byakuya Togami 

"What?! How dare you choose (Name)? You are absolutely despicable."

He is MAD

The second the meeting is over, he's grabbing your hand and dragging you to his room

He paces around the room ranting angrily while you sit on the bed, feeling anxious

Then he notices your demeanor and calms himself down

He'll sit beside you on the bed and hold your hand, and hug you if you want

He'll try not to be so angry around you if it makes you anxious

After that, he'll be SUPER overprotective

He'll snap at anyone who even goes near you

He's going with you anywhere you go

No more roaming around by yourself

If anyone's gonna kill you, it's gonna be Toko/Genocider

Overall, pretty pissed about the whole thing

He's hellbent on making sure you two survive the whole thing together

Chihiro Fujisaki 

"Wh-What? Why would you choose (Name)...? They didn't do anything wrong..."

Starts tearing up right then and there

When you go back to the dorms, he immediately latches onto you and starts bawling

Poor baby doesn't wanna lose you🥺

He'll probably end up crying himself to sleep

And starting next morning, this boi will never leave you alone

He'll hug your arm while you walk together

The anxiety is real with this one

He desperately wants to get stronger so he can protect you, so he considers working out with Mondo

Then he remembers that he doesn't want to leave you alone and changes his mind

But you're friends with Mondo, so he'll protect the both of you

Chihiro is v anxious, and he never wants to lose you

Leon Kuwata 

"That's bullshit! You can't just choose (Name) randomly!"

STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID-

Oh it wasn't random

Monokuma did this on purpose

And Leon is not having it

He is PISSED

Like Byakuya, he'll be like this until he sees that you're anxious, then he'll stop to comfort you

After that, he is hella clingy and protective

He'll yell at anyone who gets too close

He may be angry, but at night, he'll break down in front of you

He tries to act strong for you, but he isn't fooling anyone

But he refuses to let anyone kill you

Kiyotaka Ishimaru 

"What?! (Name) is the target!? You can't do that, you... You bastard!"

When Taka swears, you know he's for real

This boy is out-of-this-world terrified

He tries to keep you in your room as much as he can, and he'll bring you food and stuff

Then he'll immediately come back to you

He doesn't want you to be out in the open, potentially getting killed

"(Name), I understand you're bored, but you must stay in this room! It-It's for your own good!"

If you persist, he'll reluctantly let you leave the dorm, but only if he can go with you

He doesn't want to believe you might be killed, but he still wants to spend every moment with you while he can

Mondo Owada 

"You fuckin' piece of shit! I'll kill you!"

You have to hold him back from breaking the bear in half

We don't want a repeat of when he almost got exploded

So you return to the dorms, and he's trying his best to hold in his anger

Then he lets out an angry sigh before sitting with you on the bed and sweeping you into his arms and holding you like a teddy bear

Part of it's to comfort you, another part is for him

After that, he's following you everywhere, acting like a pissed off bodyguard 

If anyone even looks at you, he's glaring at them while cracking his knuckles

He ain't never leaving you alone

He can't even trust Taka or Chihiro with you

Beneath his angry exterior, he's horrified of losing you like he did his brother

And he'll do whatever it takes to make sure you survive

Even if he has to stand in for you...

Yasuhiro Hagakure 

"What?! For serious?! Why would you pick (Name)?! That's terrible..."

He's freaking out

Then you go back to the dorms and he paces around, rambling about predicting this

Then he sees that you might be anxious and hugs you

He's determined to make sure nothing happens to you

So he follows you around, paranoid and anxious

He becomes very suspicious of the others, not trusting them to be anywhere near you

He knows that he's powerless to stop Monokuma, but he's still gonna protect you until the very end

Hifumi Yamada 

"WHAAAAAAT?!"

That's it

He's just stunned

And a little angry

He has no idea what he can do, but no way in hell is he gonna let you die

So like the others, he follows you around and refuses to leave you alone

If anyone tries to go near you, particularly Taka, he won't be happy

You're probably anxious to be in this kind of situation, so he draws wholesome and funny mangas in an attempt to lift your spirits

He's terrified, and might need some comforting

Kyoko Kirigiri 

"What? (Name)? Why would you choose them?"

For a second, you swore you saw her composure waver

But the moment passed quickly, and now she's glaring daggers at Monokuma

She knew exactly why he chose you

Like her, you were viewed as a threat, and Monokuma wanted to eliminate you

But like hell is she gonna let that happen

After that, she tightly grips your hand and pulls you back to the dorms

She just stiffly stands in front of the door, her back turned to you

But then you approach her, and she turns to you

You open your arms for a hug and she accepts it, gripping you like you'll disappear any minute

After that, she'll be with you at all times, with no exception

She tries to hide her terror, but one of these days, she might end up shedding a couple of tears

Make no mistake though

She'll be there for you like you are for her

And above all, she will protect you

You're the best thing to ever happen to her, and she refuses to let Monokuma take you away from her

Toko Fukawa/Genocide Jack

"Wh-Wh-What?! H-How d-dare you t-target them?!"

Gets fired up, then takes your hand and drags you off the second the meeting is over

The second you enter your room, Genocide Jack pops out

And oh boy, she is not happy

"What?! How dare that bitch ass bear target my master?!"

She looks angry, then a moment later, her energetic and sporadic demeanor completely drops

She's actually really scared

Then she leaps onto you, and begs you not to leave her

Starts shaking and panicking, and you'll have to calm her down

Then she falls asleep on you

Next morning, she switches back to Toko

She clings onto your arm all day, and sends pointed insults to anyone who rubs her the wrong way

She doesn't trust anyone

Especially not Byakuya

She doesn't even bother attending breakfast meetings

She just wants to stay in with you

And whenever Genocide Jack is out, ain't nobody wanna mess with her

They come up with a system; Genocide Jill stays with you outside the dorm room, Toko stays in

Cuddle sessions every night

Both of them are highly anxious and afraid of losing you, and they need some comforting

It's helpful to you as well

These two are terrified of you dying, but they're never gonna let it happen

Not if they can help it

Aoi Asahina 

"What?! You can't just pick (Name) out of nowhere!"

Oh it wasn't out of nowhere

Monokuma knows exactly why he picked you

Hina is so angry, she's crying

And when you return to the dorms, she leaps into your arms and breaks down

Poor swimmer girl is hella scared

After that, she'll hold your hand and refuse to leave your side

Being Hina's s/o means being friends with Sakura, and she'll protect the both of you

Hina can't help but feel anxious about it tho

She doesn't trust the others around you, and she'll give them a few words if they get too close to you

She's afraid of the future and what might happen, but she's not gonna let you die

Sayaka Maizono 

"What?! Why (Name)?! They don't deserve to die!"

She's way more scared than you are, honestly

Once you leave the gym, she leaps into your arms and starts crying

"P-Please... Don't leave me..."

Like she did with Makoto, but much more genuine

This situation really messes her up, actually

Sayaka feels that she may lose you at any moment

She doesn't trust anyone near you

If anyone killed you, she'd probably kill them

But she'll do whatever she must to make sure it doesn't get to that point

Celeste Ludenburg 

"What...? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU CHOOSE MY SIGNIFICANT OTHER AS A TARGET IN YOUR SICK LITTLE GAME?!"

Loses her composure right then and there

She doesn't show it, but she's terrified

But she's not gonna let nobody touch you

Given her exterior, most of the others know damn well not to mess with her

Especially Hifumi

And if anyone dares to get too close, Angry Celeste™️ will be unleashed unto their poor selves

Remember the teacup she broke in Chapter Two?

That might just be what happens to their limbs if they mess with you

Again, underneath all this, she's actually really scared

There may be some nights where she breaks down and just needs to know that you're there

Still, she's not letting anyone near you

Sakura Ogami 

"Bastard! How dare you paint a target on my significant other's back?!"

She wants to punch Monokuma's lights out SO badly, but she knows better

Instead, she just holds you close to her like a teddy bear in her dorm room

You can feel her fear in how tightly she holds you

You're also sure you feel her shake a tiny bit

Once you calm her down, she just wants to lay down and sleep, holding you close to her like you'll be gone the second she lets you go

And in the morning, she acts as your bodyguard

She'll threaten anyone who may be a threat to you

And when she can, she stays in her dorm with you, not wanting to take any risks

At some point, she considers taking her own life to pass by the motive

Then she realizes that Monokuma would probably execute you in her place, which quickly throws her idea out the window

She feels powerless, but she'll be damned if she's gonna let you die at the hands of anyone

Especially the mastermind 

Mukuro Ikusaba 

"What...?"

She's so shocked, her "Junko Enoshima" facade completely drops

You already knew her secret, and that's probably why Junko needed you gone

But no way is Mukuro allowing that

She starts panicking the second you enter her dorm, and then you calm her down and go to sleep together

The next morning, she goes to talk with her sister

Junko already knew everything

She didn't just want to remove you from the killing game because you knew too much, but to also give her sister despair

Words cannot describe the pure, boiling anger she's feeling

Her love for her sister turned to complete hatred

Now she knows where her loyalties lie

She doesn't tell you, but she has plans to kill her sister

She pretends that you mean nothing to her, as to not make Junko suspicious

But that night, while you slept, she headed off to Junko's hideout with a weapon hidden on her

Junko had gone too far, and now it's time for this to come to an end

I'm gonna go ahead and assume that you guys will want one for V3 as well😅Once requests are back open, be sure to remind me if you want it!

NSFW. Aizawa x reader (reader has breasts and a pussy but no gendered pronouns used for reader). Oral (reader recieving.) Missionary p in v. Established relationship. Just loving on your sleepy man and tiring each other out. Approx 1500 words

Nightcap

It's late and Shouta is exhausted when he gets home. That shouldn't be remarkable; you've often joked together that he's the sleepiest man alive, but this is different. This isn't just high school teacher weariness. It's deeper than bone-deep; the kind of exhaustion caused by constant battle and life or death worry.

"I can't tell you what's going on," he sighs, his gravelly voice soft as he sits on the edge of the bed and brushes your sleep-tousled hair back from your face. "The more you know, the greater the danger I put you in. I won't let that happen."

It worries you. Of course it does. It's clear this is bigger than anything he's faced before. But all you can do is offer him comfort and a place to just be. Not Eraser Head, not Aizawa Sensei. Just Shouta. 

"Come to bed?" you say, tracing the scar on his elbow. "I need to hold you." 

"I- later. I have papers to grade–"

"I'm sure the kids won't mind."

His throat flexes as he looks away, fighting a different kind of battle; the war between his dedication to his students, and his desire to crawl into your arms and let you make him forget his worries for a while.

“Shouta… please?”

“Alright.” His lips slant into a weary half-smile. “Give me a minute to shower and I’ll join you in bed until you fall ah–” He falters as you wrap your arms around his chest and pull him down beside you, throwing your thigh across his and holding him in place. “-sleep. Good tackle.”

“Thanks.”

“Not a good idea though. I stink,” he mutters as you guide his arm around you, nuzzle into him and inhale; that fresh, earthy scent of being outside in the cold, the tang of sweat, and the unmistakable muskiness of Shouta that tickles the primal part of your brain. 

“You smell so good.”

“Weirdo.”

That's about all the protest you get out of him. He closes his eyes, his chest rising and falling slowly, and falls completely silent.

Minutes tick by as you lay in each other's arms, wondering if he dozed off. It's likely. Shouta has always been able to fall asleep instantly, anywhere, and in any position. And you will have to wake him eventually so he can wash up, but for the time being you simply watch him, appreciating his beauty and–

“You're staring at me, aren't you?”

You hide your smile, pressing your face into his chest. “No…”

He peeks, his momentary glance conveying amusement and despair in equal measure. “You're supposed to be going back to sleep. You have work tomorrow.”

He's right, but hell, you've gone to work on less sleep for worse reasons. And he smells so fucking good. “I'm not tired.”

“Not tired, huh?” he hums, the slight taunt in his tone letting you know he fully knows what's up. “Fine. Guess I'd better tire you out.”

Exhaustion be damned, Shouta always has at least a little energy in reserve for fighting or fucking. He sits up, grabbing a hair tie from the nightstand and holds it between his teeth while he pulls his long black hair up into a ponytail. 

Butterflies surge in the pit of your belly at the sight, not just because of the flex of his biceps or that look in his eye that tells you he's going to make damn sure you sleep heavily tonight, but because whenever he pulls his hair up like that, you know exactly what he plans to do. And no sooner is his hair up and out of his face, than his face is between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs while you squirm out of your underwear.

Rough hands slide down your thighs, his palms warm and broad, strong fingers squeezing the fat and muscle and causing your skin to dimple beneath their ravenous touch. 

Every caress you tingle, the warmth of his breath, the hunger in his eyes, the tip of his nose teasing your clit. 

“See,” he says, his voice so low you barely catch it, “you're the one who smells good.”

And then he licks a fat stripe between your pussy lips before slowly, deeply, hungrily making out with your clit. 

The sudden intensity of it leaves you breathless, your hands darting down to grasp at his messily pulled-back hair. He groans, eyes closing, savoring your taste, his tongue hot, wet and so fucking greedy. 

“Fuck, Shouta…There… Don't stop. You're… perfect.”

Any other time he shrugs off praise like the weight of it sits uncomfortably on his shoulders, but not with this. He loves to know he's doing well for you, loves to hear how good he's making you feel. He pauses just for a moment to grin to himself before he flattens his tongue and drags it over your clit. Over and over and over until you buck up against his mouth, demanding more of those deep, hungry kisses he can never deny you.

As he devours you, he can't help but grind his hips against the mattress, deep rumbling moans vibrating through your core and driving you closer to the edge. He licks you relentlessly, insatiably, pressing his thumb into the wet heat of your pussy just so he can feel the way he makes you throb.

And the moment you gasp that you're close, he latches on, licking, sucking, breathing hard and heavy through his nose, unable to tear himself away from your pussy even for air. He isn't satisfied until your essence is coating his throat inside and out. The wet suckling sound of his lips and tongue accompany your cries and shaking breaths, and the unmistakable moans of pleasure that rumble out of him as you cum against his mouth.

He only stops when you tell him, pushing his torso up off the bed and crawling on top of you. In the post-orgasmic haze, the weight and warmth of his body is intoxicating. His hips slot so perfectly between your thighs, his lips coating yours with your slick as he kisses you and grinds his aching cock against you. 

“Keep going?” he asks, a groan vibrating in his throat when you nod. “Mm… Need you so bad.”

His hand slides beneath the hem of your shirt, skimming over your belly to the plush of your breast, lifting his hips for you as you inch down his trousers, taking his boxers down with them. His cock is thick and wet, surrounded by a dense black thatch of hair that thins ever so slightly to trail up over his abdomen and chest. 

It doesn't matter how long you and Shouta have been together, the moment he pushes his cock into you and arches back with a bitten off moan, your fingers are trailing through the hair on his belly, feeling his muscles twitch and shudder beneath your palm. Every damn time. 

The feeling of him inside you makes you breathless, but for him it's heaven. He raises his face to the ceiling, murmuring something incoherent about how wet you are, how good you feel, how much he fucking loves you. His throat leaps as he fights the urge not to cum right then and there. 

You roll your hips for him, trying to drive him over the edge. “Come for me, Shouta. Just let go.”

His jaw clenches as a breathless whisper of a laugh escapes him. It takes him a moment to ground himself before he can rock forward so he's practically laying on top of you. He needs that; the closeness, the intimacy, the reassurance. His lips seek yours, pulling you into a slow and lazy kiss to accompany the languid roll of his hips. 

“Wanna make you feel good first,” he murmurs against your lips between lazy kisses.

“You already did. You always do. I want you to cum.”

“Mm…”

A stray strand of jet black hair falls from his sloppy ponytail, tickling your cheek until you put it back behind his ear. He leans into that gentle touch, stubble rasping against your palm, followed by a quick and desperate kiss. 

He won't last much longer, not tonight. He can hardly keep his eyes open as he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, hot breath tickling your skin. “Sure?”

“Yeah,” you say, wrapping your arms around him and stroking his back as muscles flex beneath your palms. Slowly, deliberately, you undulate beneath him, lazily fucking him from below. 

Shouta's quiet moans are muffled against your shoulder, his hands seeking yours and fingers interlocking when he comes undone. He bares his teeth, gasping your name as his dick pulses inside you. 

Your combined slick leaks onto the mattress beneath your ass, and he'll insist you sleep with him on his side later on. But right now Shouta is completely spent; a dead weight on top of you. If not for the tickle of his breath against your neck or the occasional twitch of his cock as it softens inside you, he'd be totally still. 

“Tired us both out, huh?” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his temple.

And he simply snores in agreement. 

Inspired by a recent experience I had with someone stealing my art and cropping out my URL. Dedicated to every artist who has had their art work stolen.

he's fine, his gay will distract him

Let me guess… you’ll never forgive me. Tenko, you must hate me so very much…

BOOB DAYS SINCE MCR WAS FORMED

Did you guys know that the most recent version of sharks have fins that are kinda leg like and they like to walk up onto land?

Biblical moon my beloved <3 [ID: a digital magma painting of Moon in the biblical style. He is sitting cross legged, looking down at a child nestled in his arms. The lighting is dark, with glowing blues /End ID]

You stare at the box.

You bite your lip, fidget your weight between your feet, and blink at the box. You had put the box on the table, but you’re not sure if that’s right – if that’s where it should go. If that’s where you want to do this. The bed would make much more sense; it’d save carrying all the unboxed contents then to the bed. But, as much sense as that makes, something about it just feels way too soon. Because what if – there was a chance you wouldn’t even like what was in the box. And then, dumping all that onto the bed, into your nest, with pre-heat simmering low in your belly – well. The whole reason you even had the box was to help with your heat. The very real possibility of starting off the week with a bad nest kept the box right on the table. Unopened. Still taped up. Discreet, but addressed to you. There was no mistake. The box was yours. Which, of course it was, you’d ordered the damn thing. Clicked on some ad on some website during a moment of weakness, of morbid curiosity. And then, as a joke (you’d told yourself, anyway), gone ahead and filled out the little questionnaire. Some were multiple choice, such as designated second sex, or what your preferred mate would be (which shouldn’t have been as hard as it was to fill out, but you’ve never really given it a whole lot of thought). Were someone ever actually interested in you, like seriously so, you wouldn’t let something like their second sex get in the way of a potential relationship. As it was, you’d selected Alpha, because that was just…natural. Easiest. And then there were the fill-in-the-blanks. Questions about what scents you enjoyed, and which you despised. In the end, it asked about your own scent, which felt a bit weird, considering such a thing shouldn’t matter. You were on a website for a company that supplied care packages to help alleviate the effects of going through a heat or rut alone. 

It wasn’t a dating site. You’d triple-checked. Right before saying fuck it, and jumping off the deep-end with a single, damning right-click. 

“Maybe the couch…?” You mutter to yourself, one arm curled almost protectively around your middle, propping up the elbow of your other arm, so that you can run a thumb along your bottom lip. In thought, in hesitation, in…anticipation. Whether you liked it or not, you were opening that box. There was no reason not to. Either it would achieve its intended purpose and provide some much deserved relief, considering the last few heats you’ve suffered through, or it’d all just end up in the trash. No big deal. You’ve survived all your other heats with minimal help, surrounded by nothing but your own scent, and maybe a t-shirt or two from those you could consider friends. So…maybe it was just that you kind of, really, wanted it to work. Would be a waste of money, otherwise. “Okay. Okay,” you drop your arms and nod to yourself, determined and courageous. The way your toes wiggle in your socks give away the nerves, though. “Couch it is.” Before you can sike yourself back out, you pick the box up and quickly shuffle on over to the sofa in the space you’d designated as your living room. Technically, it is also the dining room. And the office. And some extra storage space.

The bedroom, at least, is only a bedroom. One of the few little luxuries you manage to afford. 

You settle on the middle cushion, criss-cross applesauce, with the box a decent weight in your lap. You give the perimeter a tentative, cursory sniff, but only come back a little surprised at how well sealed the contents are. The only scent coming through thus far is the dull, familiar one of cardboard and packaging tape. And the slight tingle of neutralizer. Slowly, carefully, you start to pick and peel away at the tape. You could have, should have, grabbed a knife, or a pair of scissors, at the very least, but – if you got up to get them now, you might chicken out. So, bitten and blunt fingernails it is, until your fingertips are tacky and the top of the box is free. You don’t mean to, but you hold your breath. Your fingers curl around the lip of the lid, and while they work their way up and under, you sink the point of a fang down into your lip. A vein in your mouth pulses with the quickened beat of your heart. It’s so stupid, to get so worked up over something like this, but then – The lid is off of the box, and dropped down onto the cushion beside you. You still don’t breathe, but you do peer down into the package’s innards. You weren’t exactly sure what to expect other than fabric, so the sight of a striped sock with a kitty paw on it is…surprising, to say the least. Adorable, amusing, and – ah. It’s kind of hard to laugh without breathing, without inhaling, and the scent that smacks you right between the eyes does so with the force of a freight train. It sends a hard shiver from your head all the way down to your toes, and collects saliva on the center of your tongue. Fuck, fuck, holy fuck it’s good. It’s so good. It’s something floral and dark, with a smoothness to it; invigorating, yet all the while relaxing. Enticing in its coziness. You don’t realize you’ve closed your eyes until you’re blinking them back open. The base of your spine itches, and your thighs clench, and - and that sock is bunched up right beneath your nose. That should be gross, and it is, it is, but it could also be worse, because the sock seems clean, just heavily scented. And, it’s not like it doesn’t make sense for a sock to be in there. After all, ankle glands are a thing, and they work just as well as all the other glands. Still, it takes an embarrassing amount of effort to drop the sock, and start to sift through the rest of the contents. There’s a couple of shirts; a dark gray tank top and a low-cut black tee with long sleeves. Then there’s a pair of what could either be sweat pants or pajama pants, covered in…spiders. Itsy, bitsy, black spiders, with yellow eyes, and again, you can’t help but chuckle. Digging a little deeper, you find the other sock, a light gray scarf, and last, but definitely not least, a throw blanket. It keeps with the whole monochrome theme (excluding the socks), a soft gingham slashed through with a bright, baby blue. All in all, not bad. Not bad at all. 

The exact opposite of bad, actually. You’re only regret is having not been brave enough to just upturn the entire box onto your bed, because now you have to gather each and every item up in your arms, and make a happy, hasty retreat to your bedroom, which just seems way too far away with the way your body is now thrumming, blood silently screaming to nest, nest, nest! You manage though, because of course you do, and realistically, it’s not a far or hard walk at all.

Though, it is a little bit wet. Slimy and sticky and warm, and only getting warmer, down between your legs. You’re still in pre-heat, so nothing hurts – yet. You have plenty of time to build a nest and enjoy it, before you lose your mind to it all. To the desire, the hunger, the need, the ache; the loneliness, and now…the fantasy. “Thank you, kind, smelly stranger,” you whisper with a little laugh, just as your knees meet the mattress of your bed. There’s a fleeting flicker of guilt; it almost feels wrong to be doing this, using a stranger’s scent to get off for a whole week. But then, you realize, it’s really no different than watching porn. Whatever Alpha stuffed that box full of their belongings had done so willingly. Consentingly. Caringly. So, you let that feeling go as you set about pushing and shoving, folding and tucking, wrinkling and kneading everything into place, items both old and new. In the end, you make a haphazard circle, but the shape doesn’t matter nearly as much as the feel does. The smell.

And it’s only then you realize why that website might ask for your own scent. 

You’d left it blank. But, as you slowly sink down into all your hard work with a purr, you can’t deny it. You smell good together. You and this Alpha. So much so that you find yourself nosing even deeper into it, into your own pillow and a stranger’s shirt, nuzzling nose, cheek, neck. Your toes are wiggling again, stretching and flexing, curling in utter delight. When your hands start to move, it’s with minds of their own; one to smooth up under your shirt and along your chest, thumbing around a nipple, while the other slips straight down between slick thighs. Your scent is a bit of an…acquired taste. You don’t smell bad or anything, but depending on who you asked, opinions ranged from ‘household cleaner’ to ‘fancy dessert’. Personally, you always thought you drifted somewhere in the middle, like a lemon drop or something. But here and now? Together, you smell like lemon and vanilla, lavender and coffee – like tiramisu and a latte. You want to bite down on it, lap it up, ‘it’ being the stranger’s neck, an Alpha’s scent gland, your Alpha – at least, the Alpha that had anonymously decided to take care of you for the week.  Alas, your pillow will have to suffice. As will your fingers, until too soaked and too frustrated, you will have to trade for a shirt and a toy. There’s no neck, and there’s no knot, but still, still. While picturing a hundred different hot, beautiful ways this Alpha could look, could sound, could touch – call you ‘mine’… It’s, admittedly, the best heat you’ve ever had.

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