#dr milo

💛ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʟɪᴜꜱ

Cornelius arrives home exhausted, rubbing his temples after a long day of deciphering ancient texts. He closes the door behind himself, shoulders dropping from exhaustion as a long tired sigh escapes him. His ears prick as he hears the familiar soft pitter-patter of your steps, a warm feeling envelops his heart as his eyes fall on you and the chimp stops breathing.

You were standing there, dressed in something lacy and delicate, something just barely covering your soft body and Cornelius freezes, his heart stutters in his chest, and his brain seems to short-circuit.

"W-what…?" He swallows hard, unable to find words as he stares, blinking rapidly as if he’s seeing an illusion.

You took a step toward him, a teasing smile on your lips, fingers playing with the hem of the outfit. “I thought you deserved a little… distraction.”

Cornelius' thoughts spiral into chaos. This is real. This is happening— She planned this for me? His hands shake slightly as he adjusts the collar of his shirt, torn between absolute reverence and the burning desire suddenly clawing at his control.

He wants to touch, to trace the curve of your body, but his hands remain locked at his sides from nerves as his throat dries.She’s beautiful. She’s so stunning I-I can barely think. I don’t deserve this—her—but I want her so badly I can hardly breathe–

As you step even closer, running a teasing finger down his chest, his breath hitches. Every ounce of his gentlemanly self is being tested as his academic mind tells him to be rational, to take a step back, but his instincts—oh! his need—scream at him to let go and as you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, whispering his name softly, he loses the battle completely. Cornelius had been barely holding himself together, his rational mind clinging to the last strands of restraint that snapped the moment you pressed your lips against him, warm and soft, and whispered those words into his ear– that “I need you Cornelius”, everything inside him collapsed.

A shaky breath escapes him, his body trembling as he grabs your waist—gentle, almost hesitant. His mind races, his heart pounds so hard he’s sure you could hear it. She needs me? She—she wants this?

A lifetime of propriety, of carefully measured emotions… all of it burns away in an instant as he buries his face into the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply your familiar scent from your warm soft skin, his hands tightening against your back, bunching the fabric covering your back. His voice is hoarse, almost pleading as he whispers your name. 

“You… Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

He felt you shift against him, your breath warm against the skin of his cheek.

“Yes.” You murmured playfully, kissing the bags under his tired eyes and Cornelius breaks. 

His lips find yours in a desperate, fervent kiss, his hands finally allowing themselves to roam, to explore, to feel. Months of restraint meant nothing anymore—you needed him, and he would give you everything you asked for and more.

Cornelius had never been the possessive type, he had always believed in kindness, fairness, respect... But when you claimed him like this—your voice firm, gaze unwavering— he feels something deeply primal in his core stir.

His breath hitches. His fingers twitch against the soft fabric covering your back.

She wants me. Just me. No one else.

He swallows thickly, his heart pounding so hard he can feel it in his throat. The idea of belonging to you, of being yours alone, makes warmth spread through his chest, through his entire body. He whispers your name against yours, his voice is soft and filled with something raw. He lifts a trembling hand to caress your cheek, brushing his thumb against your lips. 

"I wouldn't want anyone else." You smile, kissing the pads of his fingers then, almost shyly, he presses his forehead against yours, breathing you in with a soft, reverent smile. You two stood there for a few seconds, enjoying the warmth of the other as Cornelius felt a heavy weight he hadn’t known he carried lift from his body, making him feel so much lighter.

"Have I ever told you how sexy you look when you think?" Cornelius feels his entire body go rigid and his mind nearly short-circuits as the words you whisper against his skin register in his brain.

Sexy? She—she thinks I'm—

Heat flares in his chest, rushing up to his face so fast that his hands tremble. His lips part as if he wants to speak, but nothing comes out. You smirk playfully, enjoying the bright red flush that overtook Cornelius, trailing a finger down his chest slowly. "What’s wrong, Cornelius? Human got your tongue?"

A deep shudder runs through him. His eyes flicker from your finger tracing patterns in his chest to your playful gaze—uncertainty warring with the primal urge rising inside him. He grabs your wrist, grip gentle but firm, his breathing uneven from all your teasing his self control. His voice is barely above a whisper, raw and desperate then, in a single, impulsive moment, he surges forward, capturing your lips in a fierce, hungry long kiss.

Cornelius’ lips linger against yours, his breath absolutely ragged. His hands tremble where they grab on the meat of your thighs, his body flushed with heat.

She kissed me. She wants me.

His heart pounds so loudly he can barely hear anything else. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are wide, pupils blown with something both awestruck and desperate. His fingers tighten slightly on the meat of your thighs, too shy to truly grasp your buttocks as he really wants to – needed to.

His voice is a low murmur, unsteady, full of something vulnerable as he whispers your name against your lips heatedly as a soft moan escapes your lips and something in him breaks. In one smooth motion, Cornelius pulls you against him, burying his face into the crook of her neck. His lips press soft but fervent kisses along your skin, his body shuddering at the sheer intimacy of it.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream,” he murmurs against your neck. “Tell me I really have you, please”

You cupped his face, tilting it up so your eyes met as the ape’s beg igniting a fire in your belly.

"You have me, Cornelius."

And just like that, he melts.

Your breath is warm against his sensitive ear, voice soft, sensual—intimate.

"This is real… I’m yours as you’re mine."

And just like that it’s over.

That single confession destroys him, shatters whatever was left of his self-control because Cornelius had always known he wanted you. Needed you to live. Craved you every waking hour. But to hear you say it—to claim him as yours—it’s intoxicating.

Cornelius’ breath catches in his throat. His heart pounds so violently he thinks he might faint. Slowly, he pulls back, eyes wide as he searches your face, as if trying to confirm what he just heard.

"You… you mean that?" His voice is small, as if he’s terrified this moment might be ripped away. You cup his face, gently rubbing your thumb over his cheek with a gentle, loving smile.

"Yes... You have always meant to be mine as I yours."

A strangled exhale leaves him. His arms tighten around you in a hug so tight that if it was physically possible, you’d be united as one, burying his face against your shoulder as he took a shaky breath.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispers, voice raw with emotion. "You don’t know how much I love you."

And then, with every ounce of tenderness in his soul, Cornelius kisses you again, like you are the most precious thing in the world as the ape leads you into his bedroom closing the door behind himself, all his doubts absolutely forgotten once you push him against the door passionately kissing him back, both ready for a night of passion.

As the sun spills through the window, casting a warm glow over tangled sheets and bare skin. The air is thick with your scent—heavy, with lingering traces of warmth and passion. Each of you had dreamed of this, ached for it, but now, in the golden haze of morning, it’s real.

Now, with you nestled beside him, your body tangled with his, Cornelius’ mind races. The ape blinks slowly, his heart filled to the max and already pounding as his mind catches up with reality. Your hair is sprawled across the pillow, breathing slowly and even as you rest here. With him.

Happy. Relaxed. Safe.

A deep warmth spreads through his chest, his stomach fluttering as he watches, almost afraid to move and wake you up.

"I love you." The verbalization of his thought crashes into him with overwhelming force, leaving him breathlessly happy. His fingers hover over your cheek before finally giving into his desire, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, a soft smile on his lips. You stirs slightly, sighing in contentment as you press closer to him and Cornelius sucks in a breath as realization hits his still hazy brain.

"Last night… Last night happened… And she’s still here!" A soft, giddy smile spreads across his lips, relief and awe washing over him all at once. He presses a feather-light kiss to your bare shoulder as he spoons you closer, whispering softly,"I’ll protect you from the world."

The air is thick with the warmth of last night, the lingering heat of tangled limbs and whispered confessions surrounds Cornelius like a heavy, comfortable blanket on a cold day when he feels you stir. Softly at first—fingers curling into the sheets, a slow stretch of bare skin against his and Cornelius feels his heart pound in anticipation.Then, before he can even prepare himself, you turn to him, beautiful eyes still hazy with sleep and lips curving into a soft, knowing smile.

Then you lean in—slow, teasing… warm as you kiss him. A slow, deep kiss of happiness that Cornelius cannot help but smile against your lips. Not rushed. Not demanding. Just a lazy, sensual press of lips, your fingers grazing the fur of his jaw and Cornelius takes a deep breath against your soft lips, his cheeks flaring with heat as his entire body tenses, every muscle locked in place as her lips move slowly against his, still absolutely unbelieving that you are there, kissing him. Holding him. A soft, involuntary noise escapes his throat, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. His hands twitch, aching to pull you closer, to melt into your warmth but he’s too overwhelmed, his brain still reeling from last night.

And then with that sweet, slightly raspy from sleep voice, you greet him.

"Good morning, baby."

A shudder wrecks through his whole frame as heat floods his face, ears burning as his heart hammers against his ribs, like it wants to escape him to refuge into your chest. His mouth opened several times, his throat dry but his brain had stopped working.

Baby… She called me baby—

He hides his face in the pillow shyly, groaning as he mumbles softly, "You're going to be the death of me." and you couldn’t help but chuckle at this ape man cuteness, pressing another kiss to his bare furry shoulder, and Cornelius swears he’s going to combust.

He barely has time to recover from your soft ‘Good morning, baby’ before the warmth of your bare skin shifts over him as you straddle him, pressing down just enough to send a slow, aching heat through his loins.

And then—you smirk in a way that makes him feel absolutely feral, those beautiful eyes looking at him from under your lashes.

"Ready for round two?"

Cornelius’ brain short-circuits.

Oh no. His entire face burns as he stares up at you, mouth opening— closing—opening again, but no words come out as his hands hold your fleshy backside, and as your fingers trail down his chest, nails scratching pleasurably on the thinner hairs on his chest  and his entire body shudders.

"I-I barely survived round one—"

She can’t be serious. She can’t— His hands instinctively grip you tighter, his fingers betray his true desire, as they start kneading your soft skin instead.But then you lean down, teeth softly teasing the shell of his ear as you whisper:

"You are my lover now, right? Shouldn’t I take responsibility?" Cornelius whimpers as your hand teasingly caresses his obvious arousal. And then he realizes…

He’s a goner.

Cornelius is shaking, he already can’t breathe, already can’t think—

And then—you move closer.

The pressure sends lightning straight through his veins to his brain, a desperate, helpless noise catching in his throat as his fingers clutch you closer.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no—

His vision blurs, his self-control torn apart like wet paper and you know. You can feel it—the way his grip tightens, nails pleasurably sinking into your soft skin, the way his entire body tenses beneath you. And when you bite your lower lip—

"...please—" He moans your name as his hands pull you flush against his body, thoroughly enjoying how you two fit against each other, like you were made for eachother. You lean down, lips teasing his ear, voice silky and sinful.

"Let me show you, Cornelius… Let me show you this is real."

And Cornelius with a shy smile on his lips, flips the positions kissing you passionately, whispering against your lips,“Let me show how good I can be as your mate… Let me show you how much I love you”.

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Zira came into her home after a tiring day at the lab, her case weighing her tired arms although when she sees the familiar silhouette in the corner of her eye, she can’t help but smile. As she looks up, hazel eyes resting on yours, she nearly drops what she’s holding the second she sees you fully.

Her first thought? Oh my God, she’s perfect.

Followed by an Oh my God, she’s teasing me, and I am absolutely going to lose my mind.

You lean against the doorway, your outfit clinging in all the right places that you know Zira absolutely adores, eyes bright and playful, daring. 

“You’re staring, Zira.” You tease in a sing-song tone, swaying your way to her as Zira scoffs, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but her heart pounds harshly against her ribs, flushed cheeks betraying her excitement. 

“Can you blame me? Look at you.” She smiles, dropping her case by the door. Her hands aching to hold you flush against her.

You step closer, and Zira swears her entire brain short-circuits. She has spent so long trying to control her attraction, her need to claim you as hers, but this—this is pure torture.

You grins, noticing how her pupils dilate as she checks you out, pressing a finger under her chin, you playfully ask. “I take it you approve?”

Zira exhales a shaky breath, her fingers twitching as she fights the instinct to grab. “You’re evil. You know that, right?”

You just smirk, your other hand caressing her usually neat combed hair. “Only for you, though.”

That’s the moment the ape completely snaps. Zira had been teasing, had been enjoying pushing you to flustered reactions, very much enjoying the red flushing your face. But the moment you turned the tables—when you press against Zira, warm and wanting, lips grazing her ear as you whisper in a soft, needy voice:

"I’ve been waiting for you… “ You nib at her ear, hands wrapping around her waist. “I prepared this surprise for you” You pressed a heated kiss on Zira’s neck, her weakness. “ I need you, please?”

Zira stops breathing.

Every muscle in her body tenses warm with the fire of her passion for you. Her fingers dig into you sides as a wave of heat floods through her making her legs feel shaky .

"Oh… oh, you little minx."

Her heart pounds against her ribs, her breath escaping in shaky exhales. 

She had always planned to be in control, to tease and seduce you slowly. But now? Now she’s the one undone, absolutely at your mercy.

Zira’s voice is raspy, barely above a whisper as she whispers your name, her hands bunching your silky nightdress to reveal more of your naked skin. “You really know how to make a girl lose her mind, huh?”

You smile against the fur of her neck, trailing a path of kisses up to her cheek. “I learned from the best.”

Zira growls—low and full of need. And before she can stop herself, she flips their positions, pressing you against the nearest surface– a table and pinning you bellow her.

“You need me, hm?” Zira breathes against your lips, biting softly your lower lip, grinning. “Then let me show you just how much I need  you.”

She captures your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, all playful teasing gone—only raw, unfiltered passion remains. Zira is used to teasing, to flirting, to playing around. But your words? Your tone?

That absolutely wreck her.

Her playful smirk falters, and for once, she’s speechless.

She—she's serious. She actually—she really wants me. A sharp breath escapes her, her fingers clenching into fists as she struggles to stay composed in front of you. Then, after a heartbeat, she grins.

"Ohhh, now that’s sexy." She steps in, pressing her forehead to yours, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Then you better be ready for me, because once I’m yours, I’m never letting you go." With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, she pounces, sealing her promise with a deep, heated kiss.

“You’re the one that’s sexy, Zira.” You smirk, sighing in pleasure as Zira’s hands teasingly slid under your nightdress, caressing the underside of your breasts.

 Zira laughs. A breathless, delighted sound against your swollen lips.

"Sexy? Me?" She places a hand on her hip, grinning. “Mmm, I like the way you think.”

You lean closer, trailing your fingers along Zira’s fuzzy arm. "I don’t just think it, Zira." Your lips brush against Zira’s ear as you mumble "I know it."

A sharp heated breath escapes Zira’s lips, a mix between a moan and a sigh. Her playful confidence flickers,just for a second, before she grabs your face in her hands and crashes your lips together in a passionate kiss.

"Fine. You win." She mumbles, as you both try to catch your breath. Her heated eyes stare at you like a predator, oh, she’s not letting you walk away without a taste of your own medicine.

Zira, in a surprising move, picks you up and runs to her bedroom, softly dropping you in her bed like nest. You couldn’t help but giggle as the ape carried you like a potato sack, looking at her heatedly from under your lashes as she took off her tunic dress. Just to pin you beneath her as she grins down wickedly, her canines glinting in the light.

"You wanted to tease me, baby?" She leans in, her voice a sultry whisper. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea who you’re dealing with." Zira smirks as she feels your soft hands caressing up her sides, her own too busy kneading your chest."You really want to play this game, huh?"

You reach up, tracing a finger along Zira’s jaw. "Mmmhh-hmm." You smile, nails biting softly on her scalp and that’s all it takes for Zira’s control to slip. Her grin is feral, eyes glowing with amusement and desire.

“Oh, baby girl, you should know better than to challenge me.”

You barely had a second to react before Zira’s lips crashed against yours in a  kiss so heated, deep, and claiming. When she finally pulls away– only out of need for air–  Zira chuckles at the dazed look in your eyes.

"What’s wrong?" She purrs, tilting your chin up with her finger. “Not so smug anymore, are you?”

You let out a soft, breathless laugh. "Maybe I just like losing to you."

Zira’s grin widens. “Oh, sweetheart,” she presses her body flush against yours, enjoying the feel of your soft skin under her weight, her lips grazing just over your ear. "You haven’t lost yet."

Your breath is warm against her ear, voice soft, sensual—intimate.

"C’mon Zira…I’m yours aren’t I? I always have been."

Zira’s breath catches.That single teasing confession, something Zira had been waiting for literally months, shatters whatever was left of her control, because she needed you to be able to breath. She had been aware of her feelings for months, but to hear you finally say it—to claim yourself as hers—it’s intoxicating and awakens something primal in her.

She had never expected to hear those words. Yes, she had waited and begged the lawmaker to one day be able to say them to you but— Zira never thought she would hear them from your lips and yet, here she was. Claimed.

She’s mine.

Zira laughs softly, though there’s a slight tremor in her voice.

"Oh, baby girl… you have no idea what you just did."

You tilt your head playfully, biting your lower lip in amused desire. "And what’s that?"

Zira grins, pinning you beneath her weight, her knee wedged between your thighs giving your body the much needed pressure where you craved it.

"You’ve just sealed your fate." As the ape leans in, her lips kissing the tender shape of your jugular before grazing it sensually– slowly with her canines, her breath hot against your skin. And then you lean down, breath hot against Zira’s lips.

"I want you, Zira." A growl rumbles in her throat, her smirk is wicked, voice dangerous.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, my love." Zira mumbles under her breath, smirking wide. "You belong to me, hm?" You hum, trailing your fingers along Zira’s thighs. 

"Completely." A deep purr rumbles from Zira’s throat at your admission with a wicked smirk, she captures your lips in a kiss that is thoroughly, undeniably, possessive. As her nails tear at your dress as she pulls it over your head, finally being able to see your nude form. Licking her lips, she throws the nightdress somewhere in her room before attacking your lips again, ready to prove to you how much she loves you all night long.

The morning sun spills through the window, casting a warm glow over tangled bare bodies. The air thick with the scent of you two with soft, lingering traces of heavy passion. Zira wakes up to your scent, tired but extremely content, her hands hugging your waist and Zira huffs softly– she could really get used to this. She had dreamed of this, spent nights aching for it, but now, in the golden haze of morning, it’s real.

Now, with you nestled beside her, body tangled with hers… A lazy smile stretches across her lips before she even opens her eyes, she can imagine your adorable face as you sleep. Happy, safe… satisfied because of her.

"Ohhh… last night … wasn’t a dream?"

She smiles as the warmth of the sun caresses her back, her body is sore in all the right ways, a delicious warmth still simmering beneath her skin.

When she finally blinks awake, the first thing she sees is you.

The woman who drove her insane. The woman she had wanted for so long.

And now?

She was hers.

A slow, wicked smirk curves her lips as she props herself up on her elbow, watching you sleep with a loving smile, her fingers softly brushing your hair back to see you better.

"How did I ever resist you?"

She leans down, brushing her lips just barely over your shoulder, trailing feather-light kisses up your neck. You stir, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you feel Zira kissing you awake. The ape grins, whispering playfully,

"Good morning, baby girl. Did you sleep well? Because I’m not done with you yet."

The air is thick with the warmth of last night, the lingering heat of tangled limbs and whispered confessions. You stir softly at first—fingers curling into the sheets, a slow stretch of bare skin against Zira’s as her heart pounds in anticipation. And before Zira can even prepare herselves, you turn, eyes still hazy but lips curving into a soft, knowing smile as you pin her beneath your weight. Then you lean in—slow, teasing, warm as you kiss her deeply..

Not rushed, nor demanding. Just a lazy, sensual kiss, full with feelings just spoken as you greet her.

"Good morning, baby."

Zira grins happily, the doubts that sometimes bit at her self confidence disappearing like rushing water. Because of course you were kissing her awake. Of course you were calling her baby.

Because you loved her just as much as she loved you.

As you pulled back, Zira couldn’t wipe the smirk from her face, she stretched lazily beneath the sheets before grabbing your ass and pulling you back down, flush against her. Pressing down in that torturous, perfect way, that made Zira gasps, her claws digging into your thighs.

"Mmm… I think you can do better than that, darling." That action makes a breathy giggle escape your lips, before leaning down again for a kiss—but this time, Zira rolls you over, pinning you beneath her own weight, her bob wild and sticking in all directions, some hair falling on her forehead.

"Now, let’s try that again… but with a little more… enthusiasm." You laugh breathlessly, as Zira kisses you passionately, brain reeling with endorphins.

Because this woman is hers and she’s never letting her go.

You brushed her hair back softly, eyes bright with desire as you bit Zira’s lower lip, murmuring a soft "Ready for round two?"  And although Zira had you pinned under her, you still had that mischievous, knowing, breathtaking smirk. Your legs wrap around her waist and Zira can’t help but gasps, a thrill shooting through her spine as her nails dig into the meat of your thighs.

"O-Oh, sweetheart—" Her lips part, breath quivering as your fingers slid down Zira’s waist, towards the maddening heat twisting in her loins. "You—oh, you know what you’re doing."

"What 's wrong? I thought you liked the chase?"

Zira’s pulse pounds, a slow, hungry grin spreads across her face, eyes almost completely black from desire. She bares her teeth, her control dangling by a thread as her pulse hammers.

"Oh, you are perfect."

She purrs as her teeth graze her lover’s pulse as you laugh, the most beautiful sound Zira had ever heard and she huffs heatedly.

"You started this, darling—don’t think for a second that I won’t finish it."

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Milo walks through his door, mumbling to himself about some theory when he looks up and—oh. Oh.

His hands grip the door frame for a second, needing to support himself as his knees go out. He’s the intelligent, logical one, always in control, but all of that shatters in an instant when he sees you standing in his living space in that.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no— His thoughts are not processing in full sentences anymore.She's teasing me. She knows what she’s doing. She’s enjoying this.

You tilt your head, that knowing smirk on your lips. "You’re staring, Milo."

He swallows thickly, his fingers twitching at his sides. His usual quick wit abandons him entirely. All he can think about is how much he wants to pull you close, to run his hands over every inch of exposed skin. But then, that realization hits him like a freight train—you planned this. You wanted to tease him, to fluster him.

And it 's working.

You step closer, lifting a hand to brush against his jaw. Milo’s breath shudders out of him. His mind, usually razor-sharp, is sluggish, clouded with desire. She’s the most brilliant and infuriating woman alive. And she chose me. You whisper against his ear.

“Do you like it?” 

That’s the moment Milo completely loses himself to you. He is used to always analyzing every situation before reacting. But this?

This is not something he can think his way out of.

Your body pressed against his, your lips against his ear, your voice pleading for him—it all sends shockwaves through his entire system. His breath hitches sharply, fingers twitching at his sides, desperate to touch but terrified to lose himself.

She’s testing me. She’s pushing me. And I’m going to break.

He exhales shakily, every nerve in his body burning as his voice,strained from desire whispers your name, as if he’s fighting an internal war. “You don’t—you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

You pull back just enough to meet his eyes, your fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt.

“Yes, I do.”

Something inside Milo snaps.

His hands finally grip your waist, strong and needy. His lips crash against yours, no longer hesitant, no longer overthinking. For once, he stops analyzing and simply feels.

Milo freezes as he feels you speak against his searing kiss. The words ring in his head, looping over and over. "I won't share you with anyone."

His rational mind tries to process it, to analyze what this means, but his body betrays him. His breath shortens, his fingers clench, heat flares beneath his skin.

Possessiveness is dangerous. It’s irrational. But then you look at him like that, eyes dark with claiming intent, and something inside him breaks.

She means it. She really—she really wants me to be hers. And only hers.

His lips part, his breathing ragged. He can’t even find the words, can’t think. But his hands find you, gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him.

His voice is rough, strained, almost desperate as he growls.

“Then prove it.”

And when you lean in, tilting his chin so your lips hover barely apart, Milo gives in completely.

"You're so sexy when you beg" You sigh against his kiss, and the chimp lets out a sharp, breathless laugh.

"Sexy?"

Oh, now you are playing dirty.

His hands tighten around your waist, his jaw flexes, and he tilts his head ever so slightly, eyes dark with something dangerous.

You notice and smirks.

“You are, you know.” You smile, stepping closer, your breath warm against his jaw. "So smart… so handsome…" She leans up, lips brushing his ear. "So… sexy."

His self-control snaps and before he even realizes what he’s doing, Milo grabs your waist, spinning so your back is against the wall. His body cages your in, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he growls, his lips brushing against your callarbones, his hands trembling with restraint.

But when you tug him closer, whispering, "Then show me,"—

Milo’s grip on her tightens.

She called me sexy.

His mind reels—his sharp, logical thinking completely shattered by the warmth of your body, the heat in your gaze, the way you had just dared him to take her.

A low, breathless chuckle leaves him.

“Oh, sweetheart” he murmurs, his hands skimming down your sides, his fingers shaking slightly from the intensity of his restraint. “You really shouldn’t tease me.”

Then you tilt your head, eyes glimmering with mischief. “Why?”

His eyes darken.

"Because I always finish what’s started."

And then, suddenly, he lifts you—arms locking around your thighs as he pins you against his cluttered table.

Your gasp quickly turns into a soft, breathy moan as his lips crash against yours, his fingers digging into your hips.

"You need to take responsibility for this" he breathes against your lips. "You started this."

You only smile at the blushing ape before you. "Then let me finish it, Milo" Your breath is warm against his ear, voice soft—intimate."Let me make you mine"

Milo’s entire body tenses. Your breath against his ear, the heat of your words—it’s too much.

His fingers dig into your thighs,jaw clenching as his mind races.

She’s mine?

He had tried to resist. To hold back. But now? Now, there’s no going back.

Milo grabs your chin, forcing you to look at his eyes darkened with something feral.

“Say it again,” he demands, his voice low, desperate.

You smile, dragging your fingers through his fur. "I’m yours, Milo. Just as you're mine...Always."

A deep, ragged breath escapes him before he crashes his lips against yours, pressing your body against his, his hands roaming as if he’s memorizing every inch.

"You have no idea what you just started..." he murmurs against your lips. "And I’m never letting you go."

Milo moans as your hands grab at his shirt, taking it off and throwing it around his messy room. He holds you with one hand as he carries you to his room, ready to show you how much he had planned and thought about this.

The morning sun spills through the window, casting a warm glow over a messy room with tangled sheets on the floor. The air is thick with your mixed scent with tingles of warmth and passion. The ape sleeps with you nestled beside him, body tangled with his in a mess of limbs.

Just then Milo wakes with a sharp inhale.

For a second, panic grips him—his mind still trapped in the fog of last night, in the rawness of it.

Did I… did we…?

And then, he feels you right next to him.The warmth of your body, the way your fingers are lightly curled into the tuf of fur on his chest.

Reality hits him like a freight train.

Oh my god... She chose me as her mate. She loves me too.

A shudder runs through him, and he grits his teeth, staring up at the ceiling.

I won’t let anyone hurt you.

His fingers twitch as he fights the impulse to hold you tighter, to claim you all over again. Instead, he buries his face in your hair, where your scent is more powerful, inhaling deeply as his heart thunders against his ribs.

He whispers, so quietly only you can hear:

"I can’t lose you now."

Then, he feels you stir, softly at first—fingers curling into his fur, a slow stretch of bare skin against his. Your eyes open, hazy at first but quickly fix into his as he leans down to greet you with a slow soft kiss. "Good morning, beautiful " he greets.

Milo’s body freezes against her lips, taken aback by the sweet nickname and he barely breathes as you pull back, voice honeyed with sleep and teasing affection.

"Good morning, baby."

Milo’s cheeks flush red as his fingers hold the back of your head instinctively, his breath ragged as he presses his forehead to yours.

She’s called me baby

His fingers shake against your scalp, his jaw tensing as he fights the overwhelming urge to pin you down and lose himself in you all over again.

This woman is dangerous. He thinks.

His eyes look into yours, as his rough, low— nearly broken voice rasps.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" You only hum, fingers trailing down his chest with a small, wicked smile.

"Maybe I do."

Milo groans against your lips, I’m in trouble. He thinks just as he feels you move to straddle him, pressing down just enough to send a slow, aching heat through him

"Ready for round two?" You bat your eyelashes at him just as Milo sucks in a breath, every time you move he feels the tingles fan the fire in his body. He’s already struggling—fighting the leftover hunger from last night, the way your touch lingers like a brand that he wants all over himself.

Is... Is she’s playing with me. She’s—

His teeth clench as his hands snap to grasp your thighs, gripping tight as he forces himself to breathe to not pass out. And his mind registers the possessively ravenous look in your eyes he concludes:

You knows exactly what you’re doing.

His entire body is tense, his restraint hanging by a thread. He knows if he moves even an inch, if he gives in—

But then—your hips shift deliciously and Milo can't help but groan, low and nearly broken, his jaw ticking as he snaps.

"You’re dangerous," he growls, flipping you beneath him, knee pinning you into place as your flushed messy self only laughs.

Milo swears by all scientific data in the universe that he is losing his mind. His fingers grip the sheets, thinking I can handle this. I can— over and over again when suddenly you move closer. His breath punches out of his chest, his hands flying to your hips to stop you—

But then you do it again. And again, again, again– As a sharp, broken groan rips from his throat, his body betraying him as his control disintegrates.

"You—" he chokes, his voice wrecked, but you only tilts your head, teasing, unknowingly lethal.

"Yes, doctor?"

And with a deep breath, Milo's hands pin your waist to the bed, ready to make you pay for teasing him to the brink of stupidity.

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Zaius had always prided himself on his unwavering discipline but when he steps into his home and finds you waiting for him, dressed in something entirely too revealing, his breath catches as his world turns in its axis.

He freezes in place, his mind torn between admiration and shock.

She did this on purpose. She planned this.

His hands curl into fists at his sides, struggling to suppress the sheer need suddenly roaring through his veins. You move toward him with slow, deliberate steps, hips swaying in a way that made his fist tremble and as you get closer to him, your fingers ghost over his robe…

 “You’re home late, Zaius.” Your voice is laced with playful reproach, but all he can focus on is how soft you look, how intoxicating your scent is, how your bare skin is right there–

He exhales slowly, voice a careful murmur. “What exactly are you trying to do?”

You hum, fingers sliding over his collar, fingers teasingly brushing under the fabric. “I thought you could use a distraction.”

His jaw tightens. She wants to test my control. She wants to see me unravel.

And for the first time in his life, Zaius feels his discipline crack.

Him. 

The unyielding Dr. Zaius.

But when you press your soft warm body against him, whispering teasingly a "I need you, please," in a voice so soft, so desperate that all of his carefully built walls crumble. His breath falters, his heart jack-hammering against his ribs as every part of him aches to respond. His mind is a whirlwind of desire and restraint.

She’s human. I shouldn’t—I can’t—but... I want—

You shift closer, fingers ghosting over his chest as your lips brush against his ear once more.

And he can't help but give in.

His large hands slide over your waist, pulling you against him firmly. His breath is warm against your hair, voice low and rough. “You have me,” he admits, his control gone. “You always have.”

He tilts her chin up, his eyes dark with emotion he’s fought so hard to hide. “But be sure, little one. Because once I claim you…” His fingers tighten, his voice dropping to a whispered warning against her ear. “I will not let you go.”

And when you lean into him, bodies flush against each other, with nothing but trust in your eyes, Zaius can’t help but devour your lips in a deep, claiming kiss as his entire body goes still.

“You’re mine, Zaius” You whisper against his lips, softly nibblin on his lower lip as you admit. “ Just as I’m yours.” 

The orangutan stops breathing.

Your words echo in his head, unraveling everything he thought he knew.

You were his?

No... That was dangerous. That was forbidden.

And yet… he wants it. Wants you.

Slowly, he pulls back, cupping your face in his large hands, his gaze searching for any proof of deceit.

“You belong to me?” His voice is low, full of something unspoken, something he’s afraid to acknowledge, raw need to hear you say it. Hear you claim him again, prove his cynicism wrong.

You nod, smiling softly. "I think I always have, Zaius. Just as you’ve been mine the moment I landed on this planet."

His breath shudders, fingers tighten against your skin. And for the first time,  Dr. Zaius lets go.

His lips descend on yours, his kiss hungry, possessive, filled with all the months of denial he had forced upon himself.

"You were and will always be mine," he growls softly against your lips, his canines scrapping your lower lip. "And no one will take you from me."

He’s always been the one in control. Always. No one dares to claim him. No one dares to tell him what he can or cannot do–

Except you… Always you

When you say it—when you look him dead in the eyes, voice low and certain—something deep inside him trembles.

She wants me. Only me. No one else.

A slow, measured breath leaves him. His golden eyes darken, his hands tighten at his sides. He steps closer, until there’s barely space between you and the wall, his presence towering.

“You would keep me all to yourself?” His voice is low, a mix of intrigue and something dangerous, predatory.

Smirking proud, you tilt your chin up. “Yes.”

A deep rumble vibrates in his chest as his eyes stare into your soul.

“Then you better be ready for the consequences.”

With that said, his hands grabbed your waist, yanking you flush against him, claiming your lips with a fierce hunger. His body slots perfectly against yours, as if you were made for eachother, his hands tremble in their exploration of your body, aching to touch your naked skin. You broke the heated kiss only when your lungs begged for air, lips slightly wet with shared spit and you smiled at him. Lips flushed and swollen from his kiss, that fact alone made Zaius absolutely feral.He stares at you, silent. His golden eyes  locked onto your smug expression, your flushed lips curved in amusement.

She knows what she’s doing.

He should chastise you. Should remind you that playing with fire has consequences.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he steps forward, slow, deliberate.

Your breath hitches as he reaches out, his large hand cupping the back of your neck. His fingers tangle in your hair, his thumb stroking your jaw with unnerving tenderness.

“You think you can tease me, little one?” His voice is a low rumble, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine.

“Yes.” You grin, tilting your chin up. “It seems to be working.”

A slow smirk spreads across Zaius’ face. “Is that so?” His fingers tighten in your hair, tilting you head back slightly. Then, he leans in—his lips brushing along your pulse, his breath hot against your skin.

"Tell me… would you still be smiling if I showed you exactly what happens when you tempt a beast?" You barely got the chance to answer before he devours you in a bruising kiss, his hands grabbing your butt and holding you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist, making him groan against your lips.

“Gosh, you’re so sexy when you look at me like that.” You mumble against his incessant kisses, he swears he’s addicted already to your taste as he stills. The word lingers in the air between you, wrapping around him like a slow-burning flame licking at his brain.

She called me sexy.

His grip tightens, his darkened eyes darkening as he exhales a slow, measured breath trying to regain his bearings.

"Is that so?" His voice is smooth, but underneath, there’s a dangerous edge.

You hum, tilting your head playfully. "Mmmh-hmm. I could say it again if you’d like…" You lean in, brushing your lips over his cheek, just enough to tease making Zaius’ patience snap.

His hands come up, cupping your jaw with a firm but controlled grip. His thumb strokes your bottom lip, his gaze locked onto yours.

“You want to play with fire?” His voice is a low rumble as he whispers your name, his body pressing against hers, leaving no room for escape.

"Maybe." Your challenging smirk made the need in Zaius’ belly flare like a thousand suns. As a slow, wicked grin spreads across Zaius’ face, his hands travel down your body, spreading your legs to slot himself between them.

“Then don’t be surprised when you get burned.” He claimed your mouth in a deep, devastating kiss as he carried you towards his room, placing you softly against his big bed, trapping you under him as his hands finally traveled under your clothes like he had always fantasized about as you both tangled in each other, ready for a night of unabashed lovemaking.

The morning sun spills through the window, casting a warm glow over tangled sheets and bare skin, the air thick with your scents—soft, lingering traces of a night of feelings and passion. Zaius wakes slowly, his mind still clouded with sleep.

And then—he feels you.

The soft warmth of your body against his, the rise and fall of your breathing, the way your leg is draped over his own...

His breath catches.

"I gave in." His fingers twitch against the sheets, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts. He was always in control. He had denied this, fought so hard just to resist you.

And yet, last night… he had surrendered.

"I took her. I let myself have her." His chest tightens in anxiety but when you shift in your sleep, curling against him with a soft sigh of contentment, his entire body relaxes. "And I don’t regret it one bit."

With a slow, deep breath, Zaius allows himself to pull you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"You are mine now. And I will never let them take you from me." The air is thick with the warmth of last night, the lingering heat of tangled limbs and whispered confessions, then you stir softly at first—fingers curling into the sheets, a slow stretch of bare skin against his. The ape cannot explain why his hands sweat nervously, heart pounding in anticipation. 

Would you regret it? Regret him? Before his mind could be consumed by his fears you turn to him, eyes still hazy with sleep, lips curved into a soft, lovingly knowing smile. You lean in slowly, leaving a soft warm kiss against the frown of his brow bone before kissing him on his lips, and Zaius hadn’t noticed he was thirsty until your lips covered his like water on a hot day.

Not rushed. Not demanding. Just a lazy, sensual press of lips, your fingers grazing his jaw as Zaius is silent.

Not because he doesn’t feel anything—quite the opposite.

He feels everything.

Instead he focuses all his energy in searing this moment into his mind, your lips feel like a hot iron leaving your brand on his brain.Your lips are slow against his, your touch light, affectionate. You were claiming him, owning him, pulling him into something he can never walk away from now.

"Good morning, baby."

His entire body locks up, breath caught in his throat, a sharp intake of air as something deep and undeniable shifts inside him.

She means it. She meant everything.

He swallows hard, his fingers trembling as he cups her face, his forehead kissing hers.

She truly wants me.

The weight of it is too much but he can’t fight it anymore as his lips crash against yours, his control tattered beyond repair as he groans, "You will be the ruin of me."

And you only smile—because both of you knew he likes it.

He felt your smirk into the kiss, your hands tightly holding Zaius’s hair as you suddenly moved, as you straddled him. Above him, hair tangled and cheeks flushed, the marks of Zaius’ passion covering your soft skin, the orangutan believes it’s the closest thigh to a holy sight he has ever seen.

"Ready for round two?"

Everything stops. His entire world narrows to the heat of your body, your scent, the slow, teasing drag of your fingers down his chest, your weight pressing deliciously against his arousal. His breath catches on his dry throat as his hands move to your hips on instinct, but he doesn’t move you away.

He can’t.

Your smirk is taunting, your weight pressing down just enough to make his blood boil.

She knows. She knows what she’s doing to me. She enjoys breaking me–

He groans, his forehead resting against the cushions on his bed,his restraint shattered beyond repair—

In one swift motion, you’re beneath him, wrists pinned above your head as he leans down, voice hoarse,

"Do you enjoy testing me?" He asks, his nails softly caressing the lines of your veins as you only grin, arching up beneath him, fisting your fingers into his long blonde fur.

“Isn’t it obvious, doctor?” You mumble, eyes blown out at the purely ragged look from usually neat tidy Zaius.

As minister of science and chief minister of the faith he had spent his entire life mastering control, he never let himself be ruled by his feelings.

Until now.

Until you.

His jaw is tight, his breath ragged as his nails dig into the sheets— And then you move and a strangled, low groan breaks from his throat before he can stop it, his entire body tensing like a coiled spring ready to snap and take you again.

No—control yourself Zaius.

But oh, you know him so well. You can see it, feel it.

And suddenly he feels your lips ghost over his ear, with a voice so soft, you share a breathless plea.

"Touch me, Zaius."The orangutan growls as his arms wrap around you, flipping your positions again, pinning you beneath him in an instant as his lips crash against yours—

"You begged for this, my little human..."

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Deadshot - First appearance in Batman v1 #59 (1950).

Killer Frost - First appearance in Firestorm, the Nuclear Man v1 #3 (1978).

Chronos - First appearance in The Atom v1 #3 (1962).

General Wade Eiling - First appearance in Captain Atom v2 #1 (1987).

Klarion Bleak & Teekl - First appearance in The Demon v1 #7 (1973).

Dr. Moon - First appearance in Batman v1 #240 (1972).

Professor Achilles Milo - First appearance in Detective Comics v1 #247 (1957).

Demos - First appearance in 1st Issue Special #8 (1975).