#eepy posting

The words tumble out of your lips just as Simon's pants drop to the ground. You wish you could take it back, watching him freeze up slightly at your words.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find the time to say it earlier." You contine quietly as Simon approaches you and sits beside you on the bed. You try not to stare at the cock outlined in his boxers.

"I just didn't expect it. You make a lot of sex jokes for a virgin." Simon points out, one of his hands finding your thigh and giving it a squeeze.

"I think it's funny!" You defend immediately, which makes Simon laugh a little. "It's all fun and jokes to me, but now I'm here. And I don't know what to do."

Simon nods in understanding as he pulls you closer to his side and kisses your lips. "Well... We can take it slow. You've never done anything?" He asks curiously and you shrug a little.

"I've made out before." Simon lets out a little laugh and pulls you in for another kiss.

Hunter

H.U.N.T.E.R

HUNTER

H: His Royal Highness

U: unicorn

N: Not yo bitch

T: terrific

E: everyone's mild annoyance /aff

R: really very silly

Anyway, Nik does the only reasonable thing and decides that is his baby now and he is now a Girl Dad. He buys everything that baby could possibly want or need and several many parenting books, he dotes on her, she's with him allll the time, strapped to his chest, cradled in his arm, what have you.

A couple weeks later, while Nikolai is napping on an old couch in his garage, baby also napping on his big broad chest, Price comes to visit. Nik is awoken to something along the lines of "Nikolai, what the bloody hell is that?"

He can't help the way he was raised. Pair that with the specifics of his designation and he's about ready to drive a car off a cliff at your say so.

His instincts scream at him to prove himself, to never see those fangs of your bared, and to provide everything you need and want.

You, however, want him close now.

It's been three months of him courting you. At first it was letting you off the hook so that you'd have time to chart.

Then it was small gifts, which steadily increase in cost. Yesterday he gave you a $1000 necklace but refused to even put it on you.

You'd muttered something's about those damned traditional alphas, watching Robby's eyes wide from across the ED when your scent turned slightly sour. You rolled your eyes at it, he probably thought you weren't content with the gift.

So it was clear to say that other measures were required.

You'd asked Robby to come help you with your heating on both of your day off.

He knocked carefully at you door and gently opened it when you yelled for him to come in.

Robby's alpha immediately turned panicked. He wasn't supposed to be here. Jesus christ, he hasn't deserved this yet. Literally yesterday you hated his gift, and-

His thoughts quiet the moment he sees you, stretched out in your nest, wearing nothing but expensive soft fabrics. He noticed it was from the store he'd given you a giftcard to.

"Oh uhm, I'm so sorry!" he yelps, flushing a dark red. "I didn't mean to intrude, I- wasn't trying to get in your nest, I was just..."

Images of his youth and present flashed before his eyes.

The amount of alphas he'd seen with their throats nearly torn out after nearing an unwilling omega's nest, the intense lectures that taught the proper way for an alpha to act.

If you decided to kill him now, he would use his last word to apologise.

You purred at him, gently sitting up to face him.

He tried to back up, to leave you before he was killed. The second he stepped back, however, you bared your teeth and growled, scent turning sour.

Immediately he picked up on the change and whined, tilting his head in submission.

"Told you there was a problem with my heating." you said harshly. "Come warm me up, Robinavitch."

He carefully stumbled forward, torn between the need to leave the omega's nest alone and listening to the order given.

Shakily he places his hand inside your nest, and at your pleased demeanour he crawls into it.

You glue yourself to him, scenting and cooing at the big dumb alpha finally in your bed.

So imagine you're out at a pride, right? A big one. You travelled to a large city for this, having been invited by a couple of friends and hey, you want to meet them again, join the demonstration, and maybe you'll even hit someone up!

And boy, you're having a blast. It's loud, it's full, but after getting over your initial anxiety you start to enjoy yourself more and more.

You don't meet anyone you'd like to approach, and neither does anyone approach you. While some people do look hot, they either aren't in your age group or are already taken.

You don't worry too much about it though, after all, this wasn't the main reason you came here for.

By now, your feet start to hurt. The pride march is over, although the mood is still high and you're still laughing, making your way to the nearest transport station, seeing a guy with a "kissing station" sign.

You smile and laugh at him, ready to tell him it's a cool sign, thinking that he wants to be kissed. A little confused when he points at you — does he want you to kiss him? What is going on?

But you realize a few moments later when he points at another guy, then you again.

"You two, kiss!" He cheers.

You're caught off guard. You're usually a rather shy person, you haven't even had a one night stand, and kissing a stranger?

The guy seems just as caught off guard as you.

You've gotta admit, he's hot — wearing a black mask that covers his mouth and nose, walking with three other men, which were grinning at the sight.

You approach him, a bit surprised at yourself, but deciding to live a little.

You were also maybe a little drunk.

You lean in a little, eyes flitting up to him, looking at where his lips are hidden underneath the mask.

Should you? Would he even be comfortable with it?

You divert. Simply choosing to kiss his cheeks instead, ready to pull back again already.

This sufficed after all, right?

Simon looked at you in shock as you pulled back from the kiss. This was not how he had expected his day to go when he had came with.

But then again, fuck it. Might as well.

And so, he pulled his mask down. Leaned in and kissed you on the lips.

Your soul seemed to have left your body for a second there.

And then you grabbed his chin, pulled him down towards you and kissed him, long and deep. Lips moving against eachother, basically making out.