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This is a Fnf one shots obviously! It’ll contain various types of ships from various types of fnf mods! There will be warnings/comments for each individual chapter! There will be smut content so be warned lol!

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Whenever Soft Pico wasn’t around,  Neo automatically became the “mom” of the group. He made sure that Benny and B3 were always comfortable and content, which could get tricky since Benjamin was an alpha and B3 was an omega. 

Luckily for Neo’s sanity, Benjamin was a sweetheart who barely behaved as a typical rebellious alpha. Whenever they cuddled he always preferred to be spooned, despite being the biggest of the three. He always gave 1st player to B3 and he never got jealous over anything. Even when it came to Soft Pico, Neo’s never seen Ben be territorial over his ginger-headed mate. Hell, he never saw them kiss in public.

B3 on the other hand was the main problem. He was always getting in some kind of trouble, into fights and just showing up at the wrong place at the wrong time. Not only that, but B3 made an abundance of sex jokes and sexual comments towards Neo. Of course, the latter didn’t really care about sex nor did he find the jokes funny, being a beta and not getting most of what B3 implied half the time, but just the reaction Benjamin gave to them made Neo shut down B3 as soon as Ben began to shift uncomfortably in his seat. Then B3 would whine and complain about how they were funny and that he didn’t actually mean any of it. B3 was definitely a spoiled omega. He had everything handed to him, all his fights ended for him and, hell, he didn’t even keep track of his heats himself! His girlfriend was always behind him on that. He seriously couldn’t do anything by himself. It made Neo wonder how B3 was even alive, or how he even got to be friends with the crackhead. 

Neo shook his head as he got into his car. He was heading to see the two at McDonald as they always did every Sunday. Neo pulled up at the parking lot and locked his car as B3 hugged him from behind. “You’re here!” the omega cheered as he nuzzled into Neo neck 

The black-haired lad scoffed with a soft flush of his cheeks. “Yeah, yeah, I’m here, you act like I never come.” He gently pushed the shorter boy off him, earning a giggle from him. “So, where’s Benny?”

B3 wiped his forehead with his sleeve. “Late! As always.” He waved his hands in front of his face in an attempt to cool himself down. “Man, it’s so hot.” 

Neo rolled his eyes. “It’s not. You’re just not used to the heat.” He took the green-haired omega’s hand and led him inside so that they could order. Once the two finished, Benjamin came in holding his backpack on one arm. He caught sight of them and beamed, making his way over to his pals. “Hey guys,” he greeted, giving B3 a quick hug and Neo a pat to the arm. “Did you already order?”

B3 nodded with a grin. “Yep!”

“Great, you find us a seat and I’ll grab the trays.” Benjamin told them as he turned away. 

“Sounds like a plan.” Neo and B3 found a seat by the window, the latter taking the couch part. Soon Benjamin came back holding the tray of their food and sat it down for them to eat. 

…..

Soon after the trio finished eating, they were chatting to one another about random things. Once he felt they had sat there long enough, Neo got up and stretched. “You guys want to crash by my place? We can watch a couple of movies and cuddle.”

B3 jumped up excitedly. “ OH yes, yes! We should watch horror movies!“ 

Benjamin got up, rubbing the back of his neck timidly. “But nothing too scary…”

“Aw, don’t be a wuss now Ben! You can handle some scary movies!“ B3 gave him a tessing nudge on the arm. “Plus, if anything scary happens you got good ol’ B3 here to protect you!” 

“Protect him with what? Last I checked, you were always the first one who bailed out on a fight.” Neo reminded him, causing Benjamin to chuckle a bit. 

B3 let out a begrudging huff and fixed his shades. “Oh, whatever! That’s ‘cause I know you have my back! If I were by myself then I’d pull up my big boy pants and show those bastards how to REALLY throw a punch…”

As he began to ramble while walking ahead of them, Neo and Benjamin shared a knowing look before following behind. 

They got to the car, Neo taking the driver’s seat, B3 taking the passenger seat and Benjamin the back. B3 began to pant and wave his hands again in front of his face. “Dammit, why’s it so fuckin’ hot?” he whined as Neo turned up the AC. 

“There,” he grunted, although he shot a concerned glance at the green-haired omega.

Benjamin looked at B3 from behind with furrowed eyebrows. “Hey, is something up?” 

“Yeah, something’s up. It’s so damn hot today!“ he grumbled, leaning into the cool air. 

“Really? It’s only 68. It's pretty cool outside… come here…” Benjamin placed the back of his hand on B3’s forehead and neck. “Mmm, you are pretty toasty. Might be a fever.” 

“But I don’t feel sick.” The shortest of the three frowned, leaning into Ben’s touch. 

“Maybe it’s a heat stroke?“ Neo guessed with a shrug. “I have some clothes that you can change into when we get back. You can take a shower and cool off if you’d like.” 

B3 nodded in agreement, seemingly taking comfort in Neo’s words, and then continued to babble on about random things. 

…..

Soon the three got to Neo’s apartment. He took B3 into his bedroom as Benjamin went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water for the omega. Neo was laying some clothes out on his bed before pausing. His nose filled up with the overwhelming stench of heat. It reminded him of sweet candy mixed with something sour. He snorted, his nose crinkle as he whirled around. “What the fuck is that?”

B3 was there holding his lower abdomen, looking awfully uncomfortable. “Uh… oh. I hunk it’s my heat.” he mumbled, moreso to himself than Neo. 

“NO SHIT? Smells like something crawled in my room and fucking died!” Neo complained, waving the air to get away from the heat scent. “How did you forget? Didn’t you take your suppressant pills?!” 

B3 took a second to think. “Er—I don’t know? Typically Shaya helps with my heats!“ 

Neo wanted to shake him and scream at his face. How the fuck could he forget? 

Just then, Benjamin opened the door with a glass of water in his hands, eyes round with worry. “What’s with all the yelling? Did you find other dead ra—“ He paused upon entering, taking in a few sniffs before turning to look directly at B3. His hand tightened its grip on the glass. 

Shit, shit, shit! Neo began to panic. Quickly, he pushed B3 onto his bed before slamming the door shut in Benjamin's face. “Sorry Ben! Can you leave the apartment for a few minutes!”

“Uhh, yeah. Yes, I can!” Knowing more or less what the situation was, Ben did as Neo asked and left hastily.

Neo waited to hear the alpha’s footsteps walking out the door. He turned around to see B3 curling in his bed, looking at him with a pleading face. “Goddamn it, B3, you’re the biggest idiot I know,” he sighed while rubbing his forehead as he stepped out of his room into the bathroom, digging through his medicine cabinet and returning to toss B3 a pack of suppressants and scent blockers. “I’ll be right back. Stay here or I swear to God, if I find you knotted up with an alpha I’ll rip your fucking dick off!” 

B3 yelped and nodded hysterically, clutching the products with his hands nervously. “Dude okay okay! Jeez, I’ll stay here… but—I want to make sure Ben is okay..” 

“ABSOLUTELY NOT! You just want his dick! I’m warning you. Stay or you’re going to regret it.” Praying the green-haired boy would listen, Neo stormed out of his apartment to look for Benjamin.

….

He walked down the hallways, calling out for his friend. “Ben? Benjamin!” 

He paused, signing and rolling his eyes a bit. 

“Beeeenjamin?” He changed his tone into a softer and less stern one. In response he heard thumping coming from further down the hall. He continued onwards, and stopped by a closet, cautiously peering in to find Ben. His cinnamon roll of a tail was pointing out underneath the door. 

Neo let out a soft chuckle. “Found ya…” He went down on his knees and reached out towards the blue-haired lad’s shoulder, earning a warning rumble from the alpha. He paused and raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “...Ben?”

Benjamin growled again and bared his teeth, his shoulders shrugging up defensively. 

Leaning back, Neo pouted slightly and crossed his arms. “Ben. You aren’t scaring me off. I know you’re hiding something when you do that” 

The other boy’s attitude instantly changed. His eyes went round and his ears dropped as he hugged his knees tighter.

“What’s wrong…?” Neo shifted closer to his friend, making sure to keep some space between them just in case.

Benjamin only hummed and curled in on himself, his knees pressing up against his chest and toes flexing uncomfortably. 

Neo watched intently with a slight frown, slowly moving his hand to pat Ben’s shoulder. He earned a quiet whine at the contact, and he chuckled a bit in realization. “I see. Poor alpha, did the stupid omega make you horny?” 

Benjamin moved a hand to tug at his blue hair. He turned over to his back with a huff, and Neo managed to catch a glimpse of the obvious bulge in his pants. 

Oh, boy. “Uh…” He glanced at Ben’s flushed face, clenching his jaws. “Do you… uh, need help with that…?” 

The alpha moved his hand away from his face to peer at Neo with pleading eyes. 

The beta nodded and carefully moved over to undo Ben’s pants, a wash of anxiousness washing over him. He had never done this with an alpha before. Sure, he had sex with his girlfriend, but they were both betas. He wasn’t sure if he could keep up with an alpha. 

He jumped a bit in surprise when Benjamin’s swollen member sprang free from his boxers. Fuck, he’s huge! He swallowed hard and cleared his throat, attempting to play it off. “So, uh, a handjob or…?”

“Inside…” Benjamin muttered, turning his face away from Neo. “C…can I?”

“inside? Oh, uh, right. You want to knot, don't you… “ Neo thought about it thoroughly. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it, he was just rather nervous about it. Ben wasn’t small by any means, way bigger than Neo himself. He could rip my insides if he wanted to.  “…Sure. Yeah, sure. You can uh, stick it in or something,” he told him, trying to be nonchalant about it but in reality freaking the fuck out.

“Are you–are you sure? I don’t wanna–uhm, y-you don’t have to, I can wait until it… goes away or something.” The strain in the alpha’s timid voice was enough for Neo.

“Yes, I’m positive!” he quickly told him. “Just, uh… take the lead? I’ve never done this with an… alpha before.” 

Benjamin nodded a little, pulling Neo onto his lap. The beta’s heart skipped a beat as their chests pressed together, Benjamin’s warmth causing his face to flush furiously. He felt a big, gentle hand tug at the rim of his jean from the side. 

“Can I?” the alpha asked beforehand. 

Neo felt his heart lurch. “Of course. Do what you need to do.” He tried to keep his voice as steady as he could, but the intimacy of the moment made it hard. The alpha’s arm wrapped around Neo’s waist to hold him in place, and he hid his face in the black-haired lad’s neck to breathe in his scent. It wasn’t sweet like an omega’s, but it was comforting for him. 

Why is he taking it so slow? He’s not even going feral…! 

Benjamin moved one of his hands to stick three fingers into his mouth covering it in his saliva. He pulled them out once they were coated and rubbed his cheek against Neo’s neck, causing the beta to exhale softly. “I’m gonna put a finger in… tell me if it’s too much, please.”

Neo huffed, almost in annoyance, but he couldn’t help but feel grateful for the alpha’s concern. “I’ll be fine, Ben. I’m not an amatuer either. Just put it in–hgh!” 

He choked on his words when Ben rubbed his finger against his ring before pushing in slowly. Neo gripped his shoulders tightly, just realizing how big the alpha’s fingers really were, felt another large hand rub his lower back. “Is that okay?”

“Y-Yeah. Yes, it’s fine,” Neo managed to utter out, blushing deep red. “Keep going, I can handle it.” 

Benjamin hummed and thrusted his finger slowly in and out, causing Neo to close his eyes and bite down on his lip. The sensation was odd but amazing, and he feared he might be reduced to a moaning mess if Ben kept this up. Fuck, how’s he gonna feel inside me?

Thankfully the alpha took his time prepping Neo, making sure the beta got used to each of his fingers stretching his hole. He wriggled his digits once they were inside all the way, drawing out a sharper gasp from the black-haired lad who clung to him desperately. “Is this good enough?”

“Yeah,” he wheezed out, his breathing shaky. “Yes, I’m ready… just… go slowly, please.” God I sound like a wuss.

But Benjamin didn’t seem to mind. He hugged the smaller man tighter with his arm and placed a soft kiss on his neck as he lifted Neo’s hips to align him with his cock. The beta yelped feebly at the pressure of Benjamin’s member pushing inside his tight hole. “Ah... B-Benny...” 

“Do you need me to stop?” Benjamin murmured against his neck.

“N-No, no it just—feels a little weird, but i-in a good way, really.” 

The alpha nodded again and continued to ease himself deeper inside, slowly and gentle. “F-Feel so nice,” he panted in a husk that further pleased Neo to hear. “I'm gonna start now.” 

The beta nodded and gripped onto Benjamin's shoulders, expecting him to start pounding him into oblivion like any other alpha. But instead he gently flicked his hip up and thrusted into Neo with care, sighing heavily with relief and eyes fluttering shut. Neo’s grip loosened as he melted in Benjamin’s embrace. He let himself relax and enjoyed the soft pleasure Benjamin was offering, letting out pleasured groans and gasps. 

Benjamin licked and kissed his flushed neck as he moved. He wanted to bite into Neo’s neck but he knew better than to mark his friend. Amidst the bliss, Neo simply couldn’t believe the alpha had the willpower to hold back. So gentle… fuck, he’s so beautiful. Instead Ben trailed his lips to kiss the other lad’s collar bone as he continued to thrust into the beta.

“Ben, y-you can go harder, I don’t mind,” he 

mumbled out to him in a weak voice. “I want you to, please.“ 

The alpha’s movements faltered, and he slowed to a stop. He huffed and nuzzled against Neo’s, moving to set the black-haired boy on the floor. His large hands held onto Neo’s hips, and once the latter hooked his legs around his waist, he gave Ben a slight nod. 

He started to move again, this time somewhat harder and faster than before, but not by much. In response, Neo fell apart beneath as Ben fucked right into his prostate. 

“F-Fuck—!” His eyes rolled to the back of his head, a shuddering and pathetic laugh slipping past his lips before being overlapped by another moan. Why is he being so gentle? Aren’t alphas supposed to be rough… this barely hurts or sting… it feels so good.

“I’m cl-close,” Ben huffed, his hands tightening on Neo’s sides. “Neo.”

The black-haired boy briefly glanced down to see the alpha’s hips pushing against his own, his smaller member twitching and leaking over his abdomen. Another moan left him as his head fell back, his hands tugging at Benjamin’s shirt. “Please k-knot me.”

He missed the shock that flashed across his friend’s face. “Wh-what?”

”Knot me, Ben. Please,” Neo begged through his noises. “Wanna feel you.”

His hips slowed down a bit, but it didn’t take long for Ben to resume his pace. The beta could feel his friend’s movements become more frantic, finally becoming more rougher, but not to an exaggerated extent. Louder cries left his mouth as he clutched Benjamin’s shirt more, notching how much bigger the alpha’s cock was becoming. 

He arched his back and let out a high pitched moan upon feeling Ben push in his knot and release his thick and hot semen deep inside, stretching Neo open enough for him to know he'd be left gaping afterwards. The beta squirmed and whined at the sensation, his own cock spurting out creamy fluids between the two. “Benny~”

The alpha shuddered as he reached his high, holding Neo close and heaving against his neck. He brushed a hand over his friend’s stomach, earning himself a lovely whine and twitch from the lad below him. “Thank you, Neo,” he purred with his eyes shut. “I really needed this…”

Neo barely made out his words, but he nodded, finding himself really liking the gentle vibration coming from Ben’s chest. “N-No problem,” he heaved with a weak chuckle that was quickly drowned out by a soft moan when Ben pumped into him gently. He felt so full from inside, he thought he felt his belly bloat. “M-Mm…”

The alpha peppered his face, neck and jawline with sweet kisses as they were tied. Neo only had the strength to meekly rub his chest, gasping every once in a while when he felt a heavy gush of Ben’s seed fill him even more. He felt awfully sensitive and exhausted now. 

It took sometime before Benjamin’s knot deflated enough so that he could pull out of the beta. His creamy fluids came gushing out from Neo’s now gaping hole, and the beta couldn’t help but groan in discomfort. “I feel so gross, man...”

Ben flushed and buried his face in Neo’s shoulder. “Sorry…”

Neo rolled his eyes, but patted the alpha’s head. “I just need a shower. We should head back. I don’t wanna leave B3 unsupervised for too long.” 

Benjamin chuckled a little into his friend’s hoodie. “I guess we shouldn’t.”

….

After a quick shower to wash off the now nasty cum, Neo tugged Benjamin to lie on the couch with a fluffy blanket. They were both utterly exhausted after their fun. The alpha quickly fell into a deep sleep and snored peacefully as Neo made his way to his bedroom where B3 was in. 

“What the hell took you so long?“ B3 complained as he rolled around the bed, all hot and bothered. “And why does your hoodie smell like sex and Benj—WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE, NEO!” 

“Ugh, you owe me, you little bastard,” Neo grumbled at him, taking off his hoodie and tossing it aside to fetch himself a cleaner shirt before slipping into his bed right next to B3. He covered himself with the blanket and began to get comfortable when B3 crept over to him. 

“You little hypocrite! Telling me not to fuck the alpha and going off to fuck one yourself. Bitch!”

Neo flushed hard and covered his whole head with the blanket. “Shut up, I’m tired.”

“You sneaky little fuck.” B3 tugged at his friend’s blanket, smirking evilly. “You know, I’m also really horny—” 

“Not a chance” 

“YOU CAN MAKE UP FOR IT!”

“I'm not having sex with both of my friends in one day.” 

“But you fucked Benjamin! Why won’t you fuck me?”

“Consider this as the consequences for forgetting your pills…”

“DUDE! Not fair! You smell like an alpha! I’m not gonna be able to sleep like this! This is—this is fucking TORTURE!”

“Nope. It’s called karma, bud.” This time Neo felt a cruel smirk make its wash across his face as he closed his eyes. “Deal with it.”

“NEEEOOOO!”

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It was no surprise to Ben that night when Pico hauled the blanket and got off the bed abruptly. The ginger-head was in his broody moods, he had been tossing and turning restlessly all night, bothered and uncomfortable from his heat.

Benjamin sleepily sat up with a giant yawn and a violent shiver at the sudden chill that ensued his bigger form. “Picooo,” he whined as he rubbed his eyes. “Are you building another nest again?”

The smaller man hissed at Benjamin, earning a slight jump in response from the big alpha. “Yes! Is that a problem? What are you going to do about it? Give me some damn pups?!”

Benjamin frowned as his ears drooped, taken aback by the comment. He hadn’t meant to ignore Pico’s needs, admittedly he was ignoring his own as well, though he had only been doing so due to their current unaffordable circumstances. “Hey… you know we can’t afford them...” He shifted over to get up and near the ginger-head to wrap his arms around him. “But I promise you we will have pups of our own together one day.”

Pico felt himself settle in the alpha’s hold, slightly leaning against Ben’s sturdy and soft build with a sigh. “I… know. I'm sorry for yelling at you… I just…really want to have pups with you…”

The blue-haired lad smiled softly, planting a kiss on Pico’s forehead. “We will, Toughie. I promise we will be parents one day, the best parents. But we have to be patient… pups can't live off of frozen meals and hamburgers every Sunday.”

Pico huffed a bit, nuzzling beneath Ben’s chin. Logically thinking he knew it wasn’t best to bring children into a small apartment with funds that even they couldn’t live on, but deep down his stubborn instincts yearned to mother. The mere thought made a small, longing whimper to slip out.

Benjamin took notice, and simply rubbed the ginger-head’s back slowly, humming a bit as he thought. He perked up after a moment. “I’ll tell you what! You focus on your uh, nest and I’ll get you a surprise.”

Turning his head upward to eye his partner wearily, Pico dipped his head in a nod. “Alright…”

Ben gave him a warm smile before letting him go and hurrying off.

…

Later that night, Pico was snuggling into the warm nest with the stuffed animals, pillows and blankets when Benjamin knocked on the door and peeked in cautiously. “Toughie…?” he asked softly, opening the closet door

Pico popped his head up, seeing that Ben was holding a box that had… holes? His tail poofed in fear, and a growl arose from his throat. “Ben…that better not be anything creepy. You know I don't like it when you prank me like that…”

The alpha snickered instead as he set down the box. “No, no,no, I swear it’s not a bug or anything like that, I promise. It’s cute and very fluffy.” He flashed him a sweet grin that made Pico’s heart flutter.

Cautiously, he crept near the box and warily took the top off. He gasped as a tiny white head popped out and mewed softly, its big blue eyes gazing up at him curiously.

“Her mom passed away along with its other siblings. She was the only one that survived, so I thought you could bottle feed her and, well, y’know… raise her sort of like a pup,” Benjamin rambled on a bit, shrugging his shoulders and rubbing the back of his neck.

Pico could feel his eyes sting with tears as he carefully picked up the small kitten. “It… she’s perfect, Benny,” he uttered out, holding her close to his chest.

A smile spread across Ben’s face as he settled besides his ginger-headed mate. “Weelll… what are you gonna name her?“

“Uh… hmm…” Pico furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he thought. “Maybe… uhhhh, Trashi.”

Benjamin tilted his head thoughtfully. “Trashi?”

After a few moments of silence, Pico looked at him, flushed with embarrassment. “ Eh.. yeah, I’m not good with names.“

The blue-haired alpha snorted with delight, leaning in to kiss his lover’s check and stroke his head. “I think it's perfect, Toughie.”

A small smile crept onto Pico’s face as he basked in Benjamin’s embrace, his softened gaze set on their new adopted kitten.

“Thank you, Ben.”

“Of course, love.”

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It was five in the morning when Soft Pico awoke. He stretched and gave a long yawn before getting out of bed, making sure to cover his boyfriend back up who was still sleeping next to him with the blanket.

He hummed softly as he walked out of their room, quietly passing by the other bedrooms. 

Grabbing his pink apron that had "cook daddy" written on the chest, he continued humming as he began to make a pot of coffee. Before that, he grabbed a bag of flour and poured it into a bowl, then he added milk, eggs, a dash of vanilla, and mixed them together with a whisk. He then poured the batter into three separate bowls. With a happy hum, he put chocolate chips in one bowl, blueberries in the other, and kept the last bowl plain. He quickly fixed up another bowl of gluten-free batter and set those first on the stove, making three and topping them with a spoonful of plain yogurt before pouring the freshly brewed coffee into a mug. 

Just then, Neo Pico walked in yawning, and Soft Pico set down the plate of gluten free pancake and fresh cup of black coffee for him.

Neo Pico rubbed his eye and glanced at the plate, smiling softly. “Thanks." 

Soft Pico gave him a nod before continuing with the rest of the pancakes.

One by one, everyone woke up, and Soft Pico, with perfect timing, served them their pancakes and preferred type of coffee in time.

"Here, Neo—your plain pancakes with water. B3, you have chocolate pancakes with lemonade. Benny, I made your blueberry pancakes into the shape of a bunny, and they’re served with hot chocolate. Shaya, your pancakes are bat-shaped, chocolate chips and syrup, with your coffee that has sugar and cream. Grace, you have blueberry pancakes with strawberry syrup, and your iced coffee is ready. And last but not least, B3 Pico, I made you a combination of chocolate, blueberry, and plain pancakes, topped with chocolate syrup, strawberry syrup, and whipped cream, plus your coffee," Soft Pico explained to them, serving each person their customized breakfast as they all gathered around the table.

Soft Pico took off his apron and sat down on a chair, letting out a heavy sigh and closing his eyes.

"Boy, you do such a good job at making everyone's unique pancakes!" Shaya complimented him, digging into her meal.

"Yeah dude, how do you even manage to do that?" Neo Boyfriend wondered, chuckling while picking up his fork and knife. "If I had to cook a million different types of pancakes, I wouldn’t be able to keep up at all."

Soft Pico’s face reddened a bit as he shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. "Geez guys, you know I love cooking. I don't mind doing it for all of you.”

B3 Pico looked at everyone's pancakes, then at Neo Pico's, and growled, "Hey, how come you get a different pancake? I want in!"

The dark-haired boy quickly finished his last bite and stuck his tongue out at B3 Pico.

Soft Pico got up from his chair shaking his head, and grabbed Neo Pico's plate. "You won’t like gluten-free pancakes and plain yogurt. Trust me B3, I made your pancakes just like everyone else's," he chuckled as he washed the dish.

"Mmm… okay…" B3 Pico murmured, finally eating his breakfast. "So do you have time to drive me to the shop, Toughie?"

"Of course, I'll drive you when I’m done with these dishes." 

"What?” B3 Boyfriend looked up from his plate, bewildered. “You promised you'd fix my table! It's been wobbling, and I can't write music when it's all wobbly!"

Soft Pico chuckled as he grabbed more dishes. "Don't worry B, I'll fix it when I come back."

"Uh, but you also said you'd play video games with me too…" Neo Boyfriend chimed in.

"I didn't forget that, I’ll have time to play with you." Soft Pico put away the clean dishes.

"What about that design you promised for my new machine?” Neo Pico fiddled with his fingers sheepishly. “I'd love to have your art on it." 

"Still working on it!” Soft Pico grabbed a rag and wiped the counter and sink clean. “It'll be done tomorrow morning." 

Benjamin, Grace, and Shaya exchanged worried glances with each other before the first spoke up. "Hey, Toughie, baby, maybe... you've taken on a bit too much, don't you think?"

Soft Pico paused for a moment, then smirked as he rinsed the rag on the sink and set it aside. "Too much? It's never enough. I can never be too busy, babe." He pulled out his car keys from his pocket. 

"I mean—well, if you know you can handle it then go for it, but make sure to take a break sometime today, okay?" Benjamin shot him a soft pleading look.

"Yeah, yeah, I will." The ginger-head went over to give his partner a kiss to the forehead before hurrying to the door. "Come on, B3 let's go!"

With that, he and B3 Pico left.

…

Late in the evening, Soft Pico was at his desk diligently working to finish the design for Neo Pico. It was midnight, and the light of Soft Pico's desk lamp disrupted Benjamin's attempt to sleep. The blue-haired lad groaned softly and sat up, stretching his arms a bit.

"Hey, babe," he croaked out. "Maybe it's time to call it a night..."

"Can't, I'm so close to finishing it," The ginger-head didn’t even look at him, his eyes focused on his project as he chewed on his pencil.

"So, finish it in the morning, love," Benjamin scratched the side of his face a bit, his eyebrows creased. "I'm pretty sure Neo Pico would rather you get some sleep and finish it tomorrow than stay up past two in the morning."

"I know, I know, I'm sure. But I'd rather not." 

The blue-haired boy’s frown deepened, but he sighed and gave up. “Okay then…” He laid back down and covered his face with a pillow, eventually falling asleep.

…..

The next morning, Pico was up early again cooking everyone's breakfast, as he did every day. As soon as everyone walked out and started enjoying their meals, they noticed Soft Pico seemed more exhausted than usual.

"Toughie, did you get some sleep?" Grace asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, of course,” he halfheartedly replied while handing Neo Pico the design he had finished. "Here you go, Neo."

"Ooo, thank you!" Neo Pico perked up and took the sheets. "Do you think you can make like…. 20 of these but they're all different yet similar, in the next 3 days?"

Soft Pico’s posture faltered at that. "T-Twenty...?" 

"Yeah! Or—uh, well… you don't have to..." Neo Pico looked down, rather crestfallen.  

Upon seeing Neo’s expression, the ginger-head forced himself to puff out his chest and flashed him a strained smile. "...Of course, I can do it. I would love to!" 

Neo Pico turned back up with a grin. "Aw, thanks man!" 

Soft Pico felt his smile about to fall before another voice spoke up.

"Toughie, do you think you can do my nails for me? I chipped one and your hands are so much more cautious and steady than mine.” It was Shaya.

"Yes, of course." He nodded slowly.

Grace leaned back on her chair a bit, glancing at him briefly. "And if you have any energy, can you go clothes shopping with me? I'm trying to find a perfect outfit for some shoes! Oh, and Sven will be meeting us there!" 

Soft Pico just barely managed to keep his frail smile up. "Sure thing, I'd love to go—"

He caught Benjamin’s glare though, and his mouth went dried. The blue-haired lad huffed as the rest of the gang started to get up and leave to do their things, leaving the two alone. Benjamin got up from his spot and walked over to his smaller boyfriend, facing down at him. "You’re overworking yourself,” he grunted.

Pico rolled his eyes however. "I'm not! I'm fine! Don't you trust me to know my limitations?"

"I do, but we both know that's not the problem. You can't say no or relax.”

"This is how I relax, Softie. I like working to help out my friend!" 

"I know you do, but you also need to genuinely relax, turn off your mind and not worry about other people's problems..." The tallest of the two frowned, looking down at Pico with sad eyes.

The ginger-head couldn’t hold his gaze. He sighed and turned away. "I’ll take some time off later on, okay?"

Benjamin didn’t seem convinced, but he nodded anyways.

……..

Soft Pico plopped down on the couch after a painstaking shopping trip with Sven breathing down his neck as Grace's whines for genuine criticism echoed in his mind, and he slowly painted Shaya's nails, meticulously placing tiny gems on them. He sighed and let his body relax into the couch but his moment of peace was short-lived as he opened his eyes and B3 Boyfriend suddenly appeared in his face.

"GAH?!!!" He jumped and clutched the arm rest of the couch. “Don’t do that!”

"Whoops, sorry?" B3 tilted his head with a devilish grin

Soft Pico exhaled and shook his head. “Do you need anything?"

"Yeah! Can we cook dinner together?” 

Pico gulped softly at B3’s excited bouncing, knowing full well that the only thing he could cook was fire. "Fiiiine.”

"AWESOME! Let's make steak with rice and cookies!" B3 Boyfriend exclaimed, running to the kitchen as Soft Pico cried inside and followed from behind. 

…..

Soon, dinner was made, and luckily everything turned out fine, except for the hot chocolate that B3 had managed to turn into ashes. But other than that, the meal was delicious, and everyone happily ate.

As Soft Pico was eating, he felt his eyes closing on their own. He blinked a few times, and everything went dark until he jumped awake, having everyone staring at him. Ben was giving him that dreaded look of disappointment that made his gut sink.

"What?” the ginger-head mumbled. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No, you were snoring." B3 Pico bluntly put.

Soft Pico's face turned red. "Huh?” He started to aggressively wipe his mouth. “Shit, sorry"

"Honey, did you get a chance to relax?" Shaya asked, setting down her fork. "You've been working hella lot lately..."

"Uh, yeah, I did. I took a... nap on the couch.” It wasn’t really a lie, was it?

"Maybe you should head to bed early tonight," Neo Boyfriend recommended, eyebrows raised with suspicion. "B3 Pico can do the dishes after dinner."

"HEY!" B3 Pico barked.

"But I—" Soft Pico looked at Benjamin for a second, who looked away with that mortifying frown on his face. His shoulders sagged with defeat. "...Fine.” He got up and nodded everyone a goodnight before going to his bedroom, avoiding Benjamin. 

…..

He groaned awake as his eyes groggily opened to see the clocking glaring 8:56am from his nightstand. Realizing with a jolt that he slept in, he yelped and sprang out of bed, running to the kitchen and skidding to a drastic stop when he spotted Shaya and Benjamin cooking breakfast.

"Good morning, sunshine!” chirped Shaya as she flipped a waffle. “How did you sleep?" 

Pico frowned, rubbing at his eye. "Good...? Uh, you're making breakfast?" 

"Mhm!" Benjamin nodded while also flipping over some sausages. "I figured you could use the extra sleep. Don't worry, we've got this."

"Oh... okay.” Pico awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

"Here, sit on the couch and enjoy your tea," Shaya said, handing him a cup of hot tea. "Breakfast will be done soon!"

He quietly nodded and walked to the couch, sitting down and just staring into the cup of tea. He anxiously began to tap the handle as he felt his heart rate speed up, his hands beginning to shake and tighten around the cup.

He snapped out of his trace upon hearing, "Breakfast is ready!" coming from the kitchen. Pico got up and walked to the table as everyone else gathered around.

Everyone was chatting, and Soft Pico waited for them to ask him for favors.

"So, uh, B, do you need anything fixed?" 

"Nope!" was B3 Boyfriend’s response.

"Okay... Neo B? Have any new videos you want to play with me?" 

"Nah," came the response from the black-and-neon haired lad. 

"Oh... Uh, B3 Pico, want about a streaming buddy?" Soft Pico tried.

"Not streaming today, sorry”.

His lips pursed. "...Grace, do you need anything?" 

"Nope! All good for today.” she replied.

"Shaya...?"

"Sorry, Toughie."

His leg started to bounce beneath the table. "...Ah! Neo, I'll get started on those 20 designs! They should be—-"

"Don't worry about those," Neo Pico interrupted.

The ginger-head blinked. "What?”

"I traded those guns/machines with someone who wants to customize them their own way, so I don't need them." 

Soft Pico swallowed a lump, feeling his eyes begin to prick with tears. "Oh...." 

"Hey, how about you take a nap after eating now that you have free time?" Benjamin inquired gently.

"Um... yeah. I will." He didn’t understand. Why did no one need his help? Did Benjamin say something to everyone? Did they think he wasn’t good enough?

After finishing eating and watching B3 and Neoo Boyfriend bicker as they picked up the dishes, Soft Pico got up and went to his room, closing the door before sliding into bed and silently crying into the pillows until he eventually fell asleep.

…..

He woke up again, this time feeling more rested, and sat up in his bed. He sighed, rubbing his face and side of his neck before getting up and walking down the hallway, surprised to find no one around. He looked around, frowning. Where was everyone?

Just then, Benjamin opened the front door. "Heyyy, babe," he chirped, but he was met with Soft Pico's confused face.

"Where were you? Where is everyone?" Soft Pico asked, his voice ringing with alarm

Benjamin giggled a bit with a smile. "Don't worry about them. Can you follow me?"

The ginger-head was taken aback. "What? Why?"

The taller boy pulled Pico’s hands into his, giving Pico's cheek a kiss. "Trust me, Toughie."

Hesitantly, Pico nodded, despite the doubtful thoughts running across his head. They walked to the car and got in.

…..

Benjamin opened Pico's car door, taking his hand. “Could you close your eyes?”

He shot him a funny look, but did as he was told and covered his eyes with his free hand, letting Ben lead him to wherever it was they were going.  Just what did his sweet boy have in mind?

"Okay, now open your eyes!"

Almost worried, he opened his eyes and jumped, looking around the room. It was DJX Boyfriend’s house, but it was decorated with streamers, balloons, and confetti on the floor. There were couches with blankets, and the atmosphere was calming. Everyone was there, including DJX, playing a lo-fi song on the speakers.

"What? Huh?” His eyes shifted all over the room, confusion furrowing his brows before turning to Ben. “I don’t understand. What’s this all for?”

Benjamin leaned in a little closer to his face, smiling warmly. "Babe, did you forget about your birthday again?" 

"My birthday?!” The ginger-head gasped, eyes widening. “It’s today?!”

Benjamin laughed and hugged him tightly. "Yes, silly! Happy birthday!!"

Soft Pico hugged back, completely overwhelmed with affection. "I—Ben, thank you! Thank you all! I-I can't believe I forgot my own birthday..."

Grace walked up to them with a smile. "Oh, Pico. You do so much for us, you barely have time to think about yourself."

"I guess we kinda do ask you a lot to do things, don't we?" B3 Boyfriend giggled while leaning against B3 Pico’s shoulder.

"Well, I don't—" B3 Pico stated, but Neo Pico smacked him on the back of the head. "Ow! Dude?!"

Benjamin rolled his eyes. "Anyway, what we're trying to say is, we're going to do our best to ask for fewer favors unless they’re absolutely necessary."

Pico gazed up at him fondly, his heart thudding in his chest. “Thank you… and I'll do a better job at taking breaks and saying no."

The blue-haired lad’s smile broadened, and he leaned down to give his ginger-head a sweet kiss, to which everyone "aww'd" at except for B3 and Neo Pico, who gagged.

"Okay, okay, enough with all the mushy-mushy sappy stuff! Let's party, lo-fi style!" DJX Boyfriend hollered , turning up the music from his mixer board.

Soft Pico took a seat on the exquisite couch with Benjamin, holding a glass of sparkling vodka, and sighed happily, letting his body finally relax and soak in the moment.

…..

Towards the end of the party, Neo Girlfriend came in at the last moment, holding gift bags and whatknot as Shaya opened the door for her. "GIRL! I’m late AGAIN! What did I miss?"

The purple-haired girl chuckled while helping Neo take a bag. "Oh, you know, Soft Pico biting more than he could chew."

"Again?” Neo Girlfriend threw her head back with a laugh. “He always does that when I go on my music tour!"

The other gal shook her head lightheartedly. "That boy..." she started, looking over at Soft Pico who was sleeping on Benjamin's lap as the blue-haired boy played video games with the other boyfriends. “I’m sure he’ll learn. With so many friends to look over him, it’ll be hard for him not to.”

Chapter Text

D-Side Pico was hanging out in his run down apartment complex as usual, smoking a cigarette as he watched tv when a knock came from his door. His gaze snapped up, and he paused the tv before sitting up from the couch and making his way to the door.

On his crappy welcome mat was a box with his name written across in red ink. Perplexed, he glanced at both sides of the hallways and mumbled to himself, “What in the fuck…” 

Cautiously, he picked up the box and sat it on the coffee table in front of the tv. 

“Who sent this… oh.” He round himself scoffing. “Veeeery funny, BF. Tryna prank me again here.” He rolled his eyes and got up, grabbing his gun and a lid from a pot before heading back to the box on the table. 

He removed the tape and carefully lifted up the box flaps with one hand and held the pot lid tightly in the other. He flinched and shut his pink eye, expecting for  something to pop up, but nothing did. 

He swore D would have put a snake or something in to ruin his day. Dropping the pot lid, he grabbed his gun and peered over the box. 

It was a... white animal head? Did BF know? D-side Pico never considered himself to be a furry; he just enjoyed characters like Lola Bunny and Nick Wild, sue him. That didn’t make him a furry. 

He stared at the mask, a soft blush forming over his cheeks. The mask had fur red swirling over its eye and cheeks. The eyes were also squinting, making an adorable happy face. It was also a fox, Pico’s favorite. 

He dropped the gun and carefully picked up the mask as his heart beat happily. He gently ran his thumb over the soft and beautifully crafted cheeks of the mask. He couldn’t lie—the mask was adorable. 

“This is actually really good...“ he murmured to himself, turning the mask over and bringing it closer to his face. 

Just then, a thick black slimy arm shot out of the mask and attached itself to Pico’s face, causing him to jerk. “WHAT THE—!?” In a panic he tried to pull the mask away, but whatever this substance was was fighting him. The mask swiftly attached itself fully to his face as he desperately clawed at it, trying hard to rip it off. Alas, it was hard as concrete. 

He let out a muffled scream as the black gloop trickled down his body, sticking to it like a tattoo digging deep into his skin. It traveled down his chest, down his belly, thighs and legs.

With a yelp he fell to his bum, the rim of his boxers ripping as a thick dripping white tail suddenly formed. He gasped with terror as he looked down at his leg, watching helplessly as it changed in front of eyes into thick, round digitigrade ones. 

He pat his face down and felt a long muzzle and fur before looking down at his hands—or what appeared to be paws now. “What the fuck?!” He scrambled up running to his bathroom, almost tripping in the process, and reached the mirror.

He was no longer a pink-haired human. He was a big fluffy white fox, with red swirls over his pink eye and cheeks. Swagging gently behind him were the two white tails dripping with the sticky substance that had turned him into whatever the fuck it just did.

“What kind of prank is this? Asshole made me a fucking FURRY??!!” He screamed at no one. “Fuck, fuck, fuck , what am I gonna do?! I can’t get jobs looking like THIS!! I’m fuckin cute and soft a-and—and—“ 

He paused as his gaze fell to his bigger hips and fuzzy butt. “Uhm—“ A deep crimson blush shaded his face before shaking his head and stumbling back over to the living room to hastily grab his phone to fail a certain someone. “Fuck you, BF. FUCK YOU!” 

He growled between his teeth as his new soft paws struggled to press the buttons on his phone. 

The phone rang a few times, until BF’s obnoxiously loud voice hollered through, “Whaaaatzzzaaa uppp my dude!?” 

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME, YOU SICK FUCK?! I'M FUCKIN’ FURRY!!!” Pico screeched at the top of his lungs, his voice even sounding similar to a fox scream. 

“Hahaaahaha…. whaaa?” BF trailed off and went silent for a moment, before erupting in hysterical laughter. “WAIT! That box I sent you?! It really turned you ‘to a fuckin’ furry?! NO WAYHEYYEYEHA!”

Pico’s hackles rose angrily, the phone shaking in his hand. “IT’S NOT FUCKIN’ FUNNY! STOP LAUGHING YOU ASSHOLE! YOU BETTER COME HERE AND TURN ME BACK THIS INSTANT!!” 

“Okay okay okay, calm your horses before you pop a vein maan!” BF snickered deviously. “More like foxes than horses. Wait a fuckin’ second, why the hell you so mad ‘bout this? I thought you were into this shit! Who were you nuttng tooo ah… righg the fuck’s his name—AH, Nick Wilde! That fuckin’ Disney fox twink.”

Pico’s face instantly warmed up beneath his fir. “Shut up! J-Just—just come here and fix it! I don't want to hear it from you!” He hung up without a second though as BF laughed his ass off like the bitch he was. Tossing his phone aside with a scowl, he curled up on the couch and hugged his fluffy legs. A few minutes passed before he took a deep sigh, his anger gradually subsiding. He began to look at his paws that were once hands. He had big round soft pink beans on his palms that shone in the light, there were also long sharper red claws that were on every tip of his fingers. 

His tails began to wag subconsciously, and Pice’s pink eye shifted to stare at them swagging left and right before grabbing one and petting them. The sticky substance that was dripping from his tail didn’t stick onto his paws like how it did to his couch and the floor. “Weird...“ he grumbled.

He looked down at his new feet—they were big and also had pretty red claws. He found himself smiling softly as he lifted up his paw, stomping them on the ground. The claws hit the floor, making satisfying soft clicking and clacking sounds with every step.

Several loud and hard knocks slammed at his door, startling him out of his moment of peace. “YOOHOOO I’M HERERRRR!!!~ “ BF announced, most likely alerting the entire apartment complex. “OPEN THE FUCKING DOOOOORRR!!” 

Pico groaned in annoyance as he lifted himself up, dragging his heavy paws over to the door. “Can you quiet the fuck down?!!” he snarled while swinging the door open to glare up at the purple-haired freak.

“Woahohao!” BF chuckled maniacally as he faces down with a goofy smirk, “Look at you! No longer my height huh?! Looks who’s smaller now haha! And all fuuzzzy and driipppyy and… uh… drippy??” 

Pico bared his sharp pearly white teeth. “You better have a fuckin’ cure!” 

“Mmmm I do.” BF pushed himself inside, forcing Pico to step back. He shut the door behind him before taking off his backpack and pulled out a shampoo bottle, swaying it side to side while gesturing it to Pico. “I cooould just give this to you…”

The fox’s blood began to boil. “Don’t you fucking try games on me!”

A nasty smirk came across BF’s face as he leaned in on Pico’s face, one arm pushing the fox against the door. “What’s in it for me then, fox-boy?” 

Angrily, Pico snarled and attempted to bite BF, who quickly pulled away in time. 

“Ohohoh, feisty foxy!” 

“Shut the fuck up!” Pico tried reaching for the bottle, BF extended his arm over his head, holding the bottle over Pico’s head. 

“Come on, foxy~ don’t you wanna play with that new form with me?~” BF’s grin grew wider, showing off the sharp shark teeth he had. Pico hated those fucking teeth…. especially how much he thought they were sexy. Even more that BF knew. 

“... One blow job. That’s it. Then you’re handing the fukcin’ bottle.” He crossed his arms and flattened his ears 

“Aww, come onn maaan...” Bf pout 

“I’m not doing anything more than that. “ 

“Oh alright, fiiiine.” The purple-haired freak took a seat at the couch, his legs spread out and arms draping on the back. 

Pico furrowed his furry brows as he kneeled in front of BF. “Don’t act like your the man of my house.”

“I’m the one getting sucked off, aren’t I?” BF’s sneer earned him claws sinking through his purple jeans and digging into his skin. “ AOWOWOW OKAY OKAY OKAY I'LL SHUT UP NOW!” 

It was Pico’s turn to smirk as he tugged off the other man’s pants and boxers. His eyes were glued on the member, gently moving a big paw to feel the half-hardened uncut length. Carefully he began to rub, taking care not to scratch BF’s sensitive shaft with his claws. 

He earned a soft grunt from the purple-haired man. His tails being to wag again subconsciously, an unconscious action that BF took notice of. “Heh… looks like someone’s happy to please.” 

“Grhh… shut up.” With a huff the fox brought the tip to his muzzle, sliding out his tongue to tentatively lick the tip. His soft textured tongue sent jolts throughout BF’s body, making his head lean back with a soft groan. Pico pulled away and noticed the sticky gloop sticking from his tongue onto the dick. 

Can it transfer? he wondered. Guess we’ll find out. He smirked as he continued licking. He moved down to the base of the shaft, slowly licking up to the tip and making BF’s breath hitch. 

“C’mon, P. Quit teasin’ me like that…” the purpled-haired freak looked down at Pico with a slight growl. 

“Don’t rush me,” responded the fox, his voice muffled as he focused on his task.

“Tch, rush you…” BF’s frown quickly flashed to a smirk before grabbing Pico’s head and shoving him down onto his dick. “There, now suck.”

Pico makes a startled noise around his member, and the vibration makes BF shudder. The fox took a second to shift his weight before he began to slurp and suck. He let out soft moans and gulps as his tongue swirled up and down along the shaft and tip in his maw. Slowly his head began to bob up then down, but this time he didn’t let BF wait to pick up the speed. The purple-haired man eagerly thrust his hips to the same rhythm, and at some point caused Pico to gag. The constriction around his girth only offers him more pleasure. 

As the two were focusing on the blow job, the sticky gloop began to spread down on BF’s legs, changing them into smooth digitigrade ones. The sticky liquid continued running up throughout BF’s body, going unnoticed as the man was too caught up in the heat of the moment.

“F-F uck , Pico. I’m close—” he grunted, his eyes shut and hand broad hand gripping the back of Pico’s fuzzy head. Said fox glanced up and saw the substance was already up to the other man’s neck and was attaching itself onto his twisted face. 

In that moment, BF slammed Pico’s head down, moaning out loud as he came, cum pumping into the fox’s throat. 

With a couple of gulps, he reeled away from BF’s crotxh, wiping his muzzle and seeing what the gloop has turned BF into. 

Said man cracked open his eyes as he gazed dumbly at Pico, still coming down from his high. “W-what—?”

The fox wore a devilish smirk. “Ohh, nothing. Ya just might wanna look at yourself, sharky~“ 

”Huh?” BF blinked, glancing around and sluggishly grabbing his phone to pull up the camera. 

He gawked at the sight of himself. He had turned into a purple wolf shark thing! He had smooth pointy ears with his earing still attached to his “gay” ear, his hands were raptor-like paws with long nails, and he had a thick heavy shark tail with webbed feet paws.

“Aw, gross, I’m a furry like you!” 

“What? I am not a furry.” 

“Yes, you are! How the fuck did I become one!?”

“I guess it spreads from one live thing to another…” the fox started explaining.  “Y’know, like a parasite living on—“ 

”Alright alright, shut up. I don’t need no fuckin’ scientific explanation!” 

PIco scoffed and rolled his eyes before sitting up. “So will you give me the shampoo to wash it off now?”

BF flashed him his shark-like teeth. “…what if I don’t?“ 

The other man’s (or furry’s) face soured. “We had a fucking deal!”

“Well, I changed my mind. Now that I'm also a furry… I wanna know why you like these freaks so much.” BF looked at his new hands curiously.

“They’re not fr—ughhh!” Pico rubbed his face with his paws and let out a sigh of defeat. “You know what? Fine. You want freak? I’ll show you freak…” 

BF letting out a surprise yelp when Pico suddenly jumped into his lap and slammed his fluffy ass over his sensitive crotch.  “W-wha—YO, what’re you doing-?!”

“Giving you what you want, pervert.” The fox growled and dug his paws onto the couch, roughly grinding down his clothed butt over BF’s exposed cock. 

Immediately BF’s clawed hands grip Pico’s hips he began to hump against the fox in response. “F-Fuck, dude—who’re the real perv here?!” Despite his words, he had an excited grin smothered on his face as he dug his claws in through the thick fur of Pico’s hips.

Fox bit down on the bottom of his jaw, trying to prevent himself from moaning much and also gaining pleasure, but a glance at BF’s face told him he was failing miserably at it.

The shark man was panting heavily as he jutted his hips with Pico’s, his long tongue hanging out of his maw as his eyes rolled back to the back of his head. 

Pico switched off from grinding to bouncing, making BF feel as though he’d go crazy. He couldn’t help but when he felt himself getting close, his paws moving over to BF’s slick smooth chest. BF grunted and snuck his face to the crook of Pico’s neck, his teeth baring to bite down and causing the fox to moan aloud as he shot out hot cum in his boxers. The shark man cane quickly behind him again, this time creaming Pico’s fluffy ass up. 

The two panted as they rode out their high together, instinctively nuzzling each other. 

“That was amazing, P,” BF croaked, finally breaking the silence.

“Whatever…” Pico got off of BF’s laps, his legs feeling weak and boxers uncomfortable. “Now can I have the shampoo bottle?”

“Mmm, sure.” BF handed him the bottle. “Just as long as you let me use the shower, too.”

….

Two showers later the two were cuddling each other like they had never argued. They luckily returned to their original bodies. The shampoo completely dissolved whatever that sludge was. It made Pico kind of sad that he couldn’t keep the mask. It literally went down the drain. 

“Soo… how the fuck did you even manage to find that?” Pico asked as he nuzzled BF’s neck. 

The purple-haired man yawned.  “I don’t remember. I ordered it late at night. Er… pretty sure it was on the dark web.”

“Of course it was.” Pico sighed and closed his eyes..

He had to admit, while it was fun being an adorable fox for sometime, nothing beat the comfort of being back to normal in his body.

Chapter Text

Pico was walking home one night holding a fast food bag in one paw and scrolling on his phone in the other. He paused, spotting a small bouncing golden light sparkling in the alleyway. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as he dropped the items and went on all fours to stalk towards the delicate light source. He inched closer and closer, and with a quick wiggle of his butt he sprang forwards to the light. 

The light splattered away between his paws in a flash though, and Pico frantically looked for it, unable to find anything. “ Aw man, I had it...” he grumbled. But he wasn’t quite done yet before he spotted the bouncing light again out of the corner of his eye, moving deeper into the darkness of the alleyway.

With a satisfied murmur, he began his stalk once more. “Got you this time...” he growled to himself before taking another large leap to the light again, this time grabbing whatever it was instead of splatting it. “GOTCHA!”

He held his closed up paws to his sensitive dog ear hearing a high pitch bell noise along with a squirming buzz. “Huh?” Out of curiosity he cracked open his paws slightly to see what he caught.

Looking back at him was a very angry tiny fairy. He had pretty baby blue eyes with blonde hair that resembles a leaf. He also had a long tail with a fuzzy tip on the end and also cute goblin-like ears and an acorn hat sitting gently on top of his head—or well, Pico assumed it was a he. The poor thing's red cheeks were red and its chest was rising up and down harshly.

The little guy started to talk in a high pitched ringing that resembled a tiny bell, and it shook its fist to towards Pico. The ginger pupper realized the tiny fairy was most likely cursing the fuck out of him and demanding to be let go. A part of him felt bad catching the lil dude, but the other part was just dumbfounded and amazed that he founded a legit fairy!

“Holy shit, are you even real?” Pico found himself chuckling like his younger self. “I can’t believe it. You’re fuckin’ adorable! I wonder how much I can get if I sell ya!”

The fairy seemed to understand because their tiny face seemed to drop from anger to fear then sadness before dropping his head forward in distress, sad soft little jingles coming from it.

Pico jumped a bit. Did he just make a fairy cry? “Hey hey—! Don’t cry, I was just kiddin’!”

His bad attempt at comfort failed as the fairy continued to make its sad jingles.

“Nonono, shh shh I promise, I won't hurt ya! Uh—h-here.” He stumbled back to his abandoned food bag and kicked a snooping rat away from it, snatching it and searching through the bag. He pulled out a single french fry and offered it to the fairy.

The fairy stopped his sad little ringing and saw the French fry before sniffing it and reeling away in disgust.

“Aye, look man, that's all I got. Or—wait, hold on.” He searched through the bag a bit more. “I got this?” He pulled out a cookie, and the fairy made a happier jiggle to see it.

“I see. You like sweets, don’t ya?” Despite that Pico couldn’t help but smile, handing the cookie to the fairy who completely devoured it in a jiffy. “Oh. Okay. You must really like sweets—“

The fairy responded with a tiny burp, which made Pico laugh.

“Alright. You’re pretty cute and all, but what are you doin’ around here? This place ain’t really anywhere safe for fairies.”

The fairy let out a defeated sigh.

“Sorry, sore spot?”

The fairy shakes his head no.

“Oh. So, you looking for somethin’ then? Lost?”

The fairy perked up and nodded vigorously.

“Ah, I see.” Pico scratched the side of his chin. “Hmm, I wish I could help but I ain’t got no idea what you’re even saying.”

The fairy frowned con before spotting the glint of Pico’s phone on the floor and pointing at it.

“My phone?” The ginger raised an eyebrow and picked up, unlocking it for the little dude.

The fairy placed both of his tiny hands on the screen, swiping at it until he found the notes app pressing the app opening before type down. “This is how we’ll communicate!”

Pico blinked, looking down at his phone and back at the fairy “That’s fuckin’ smart! Y’know for being so tiny you definitely got a sharp brain there.”

The fairy’s face reddened as he shrugged and scratched the back of its tiny head.

“Now that we can communicate, we should introduce ourselves. I’m Pico.”

The fairy quickly typed out its name. Terence

“Terence!“ He ginger read alone with a nod. “Sweet! Now what are we looking for?”

Terence replied by typing out. Tinker Bell

“Tinker.. bell? What’s a tinker bell?”

She’s my friend!

“Oh. Another fairy?”

Terrence nodded.

“Alright then. I’ll help you find her!” Pico got up and slipped Terence into the pocket of his hoodie. “You’ll be safe with me little guy. We’ll find your friend.”

Terrence gave a grateful jingle.

The ginger grinned and picked up his fast food bag, shooing away some more rats that looked at him in complete terror, before turning to walk away to find this Tinkerbell...

...Or probably not. We all know he has schizophrenia.

Chapter Text

B3 and Neo had been getting into more and more fights lately. Ever since the first forgot to take his pills and Neo needed to take care of Benjamin’s boner. It also didn’t help that both their respective girlfriends had been off on their own “girls vacations” with Gracie, whatever the fuck that meant. The twos’ relationships was straining and frankly enough Benjamin was getting sick of this.

The alpha sat the two down on Neo’s couch as he called for a friendship meeting. “So, I understand things have been... rough lately. “

B3 glared at Neo, but they dark-haired beta’s gaze was blankly staring at the screen of the tv that was off. 

“Look, Neo, you need to stop being so passive aggressive with B3. Yeah he forgot his pills, but look at the bright side, he’s not pregnant!” Benjamin tried brightening things up, just to have Neo let out a sarcastic scoff at his comment.

Ben pursed his lips apprehensively but attempted to go further. “And B3, you need to forgive Neo… I know that you had certain feelings about us. Y'know—“

“Fucking when I was in heat? Yeah, I have strong feelings about that.” B3 corrected the alpha with a cross of his arms.

“Yeah, that… but don’t you think it’s unfair to put that over Neo’s head? Really, who cares?” 

B3 started with a growl, “I care because he knows how I feel about him…” 

“Go fuck your bitch next time,” Neo finally whirled around to glare at the green-haired omega. 

“Don’t fucking call her that!” B3 nearly snarled into the other’s face. 

“Or what? You aren’t gonna do shit to me!”

“Both of you!” A bark from the alpha caused the two to instantly quiet down. Ben’s forehead creased with a frown, but he was more upset than angry. “Please… I hate seeing you guys fight like this. You need to calm down and talk to each other about your feelings.”

Both Neo and B3 cringed at the word.

“Once you do,” Benjamin eyed them both warily. “without fighting is where we start to repair our relationship, but most importantly your guys' relationship…” He sighed and picked up his bag. “ Now I don't want you guys to leave until you talk like adults. I have to go, but I’m coming back tomorrow to get hamburgers with you guys, and you two better be nicer than today. “ 

Without another word he turned and left through Neo’s front door, slamming it behind him sourly.

…

The lads sat there quietly until Neo got up and walked out to the balcony where there were two pretty worn down chairs and an equally worn down mini coffee table. There was a cooler where he kept his alcohol because the bottles wouldn’t fit in the fridge, and it was also more convenient to grab them from the balcony. 

B3 turned and watched the black-haired beta pull out a vape, slowly breathing in and blowing out a huge white puff of smoke from his lips. B3 got up and crept up to Neo on the balcony. “...You said you’d quit vaping “ He said softly 

“Well… “ Neo sighed sharply. “I forgot. I’ll quit tomorrow.“ 

His comment stabbed B3, but the green-haired omega rolled his eyes before moving toward the cooler, opening the top and grabbing the first thing that was on top. “Get lung cancer then, I don’t care,” he huffed to himself as he used his teeth to open the beer bottle he grabbed. 

Neo didn’t respond.

B3 sat down on the mini table and began to drink, letting his mind wander. Why do I care…? He clearly doesn’t.

Neo got up past the cooler to grab a couple of his  gross Neon Blue raspberry flavored wine.

He could die for all I care, B3 told himself as he chugged down the beer, setting aside the bottle to look through the cooler for something stronger, this time taking out a strong vodka. He thinks he’s so cool… being a dick to me… I can be a dick too.

The two silently watched the sun set as they drank through several bottles. Neither said a word to each, the air between them thick with tension, as if there were spilled gasoline all over, just waiting for a single spark to ignite it all.

Fucking dick, B3’s mind repeated the same meaningless thoughts all over his head, only fueling the anger in his chest. Slut… riding on Benjamin’s dick… Dumb omega, of course he would have, he’s a beta! Never felt an alpha’s cock! Well I had! Ben probably went soft in his ass while mine— He found himself gripping at his shirt from the chest as he took another swig of his intoxicating drink. …fuck, shut up about him! He’s not like every alpha! He's just a bad alpha!

He gulped down the liquid, it’s sharpness scraping his throat and burning in his chest. 

Then… why does Neo sound like him… act like him… maybe he’s doing this on purpose. He’s just trying to play games with my mind… oh, fuck my head...

He let out a soft hiccup as he wiped drool from his mouth. Neo turned to him, noticing how feverish the green-haired man started to look. B3 was about to lift the bottle to his lips until Neo snatched it out of his hands. 

“You're drunk…” the beta grunted, his own words slurring a bit.

B3 scoffed. “You’re drunk too, asshole.” He reached for the bottle, but Neo got up and held it above his head.

“Not more than you.” He smirked down at the other..

B3’s face flushed hotly with anger; he hated that face Neo made. The way he looked down at him like… like a worthless slut. “Give it back.”

“Make me.”

He got up and tried reaching for it, but Neo stood on his tiptoes to hold it higher. “Hah, trying to drink your worries way. You know that’s bad for you~ “ 

“Why do you care?! You’re vaping and drunk!” B3 glared at Neo with rage.  “You're practically killing yourself! “

Neo took a step back before looking at the ¾ full bottle of vodka that was almost empty. He glanced at B3’s burning eyes before chugging the rest down and dropping the bottle to the floor, letting the glass shatter. “There, now I’m really drunk, you stupid omega “ 

B3 stared down at the shattered bottle, golden eyes prickling with tears. He couldn’t believe his best friend would call him stupid. 

“Don’t call me stupid!” He saw red as he shoved Neo against the railing of the balcony. Luckily the railing was high enough that none could fall off unless they jumped. 

Neo gripped the rail before grabbing B3’s wrist tightly. With a growl he pushed the omega onto the wall next to the glass sliding door, snarling into his face. “Fuck off!”

B3 squirmed and tried to break free from the other’s grasp. He jerked his knee into Neo’s stomach, forcing the beta to double down and loosen his hold. “Don’t fucking call me a stupid omega! I'm not your goddamn toy! I hate you!” He grabbed Neo’s hoodie and shoved back against the glass door roughly. “I fucking hate you!”

Neo’s dark eyes stared back at him, round and angered. They glared at each other in silence for a moment, only their soft growls and heavy panting being heard. 

B3’s grip on the other man’s hood softened, in response Neo grabbed his hips roughly to pull him close, and the two smashed their faces together in a messy and heated kiss. B3’s arms circled around Neo’s neck, his hands clawing the beta’s back as he growled into the other’s mouth. Neo pushed him off and turned him around to pin him instead, his mouth working against the omega’s in a fierce dance. His hands made their way to grasp the shorter man’s legs, straddling him and lifting him, and B3 immediately hooked them around his stronger waist.

Hurriedly, he carried B3 inside and broke away from their make out to drop him in his bed, both sharing an aggressive lusty look. The air in the room was thicker than ever, hot with the need their bodies emitted. 

Neo didn’t skip a beat. He nearly ripped the clothes off of B3, taking off his shirts and leaning over him to attack the omega’s pale neck with his lips and teeth, while B3 was fighting to claw off the beta’s sweater and both their pants. 

Once their clothes were finally out of the way, Neo shifted to position himself with B3’s weeping entrance. His hands grabbed the green-haired man’s waist tightly, and B3’s fingers dug into his back.

B3’s eyes watered once Neo’s shaft pushed inside him with no hesitation or preparation. He made an undignified noise of protest and squirmed. “Hhg! Fuckin’ cunt can’t even prep first! You don’t know shit!”

The beta growled, feeling his anger boil more. The clenching around his length was almost as intoxicating as the alcohol. “Shut up and take it like a good bitch.” 

“Better start fuckin’ then ‘cause I can barely feel your small dick!” B3 snarled back before letting out a sharp gasp as Neo suddenly flicked his hips against him, not even starting slow before going into B3 as hard as he could.

Now Neo was no means an alpha, but luckily for the two he didn’t need to be to give B3 a good time. Every time he jutted his hips forwards, the green-haired omega clutched at the sheets and let out a moan. Tears trickled down his face, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with every thrust. The beta’s name rolled off his loose tongue, and only sent shocks of delight down Neo’s insides. 

“Fuuuck…” he huffed, his own nails clawing B3’s pale and flushed sides. In response B3 whined and arched his back. 

It wasn’t long until Neo felt the pressure in his lower region intensify, and judging by B3’s constant whimpering he could tell the smaller man was close too. Their pace became erratic and harder, and before long he released his load inside with a long groan, B3 coming too shortly after, his cunt squelching around Neo’s shaft and cock splattering his pale juices all over his torso. Neo pulled out and collapsed besides the omega, breathing heavily and twitching. 

After they fell from their high, the black-haired beta groggily looked down at his red and sensitive cock that was awfully swollen by the base.  “W-What the… is that...?” 

B3’s eyes trailed back to Neo's arousal, his eyebrows raised slightly. “You… have a knot?“ 

“Why?!” Neo almost howled, squirming as his hips jutted in the air uncontrollably. “Only alphas knot! It hurts!” 

A tiny smirk made its way across B3’s lips. How pathetic. Talks about being the toughest person of the group and he’s crying over a knot. I wonder how much he cried when Ben knotted him. 

Neo continued to squirm and tear up helplessly. he never felt so aroused in such an overwhelming way. His body felt like it was going haywire and the only thing in he mind was to fuck anything to get rid of his knot. “Bee—please, Bee! I—I-I’m sorry, you're not stupid, I’m sorry I called you that!” 

The omega paused as he watched his friend lie on his side begging for him. I should just leave you blue balled like you left me!...

He purses his lip, feeling a pang of guilt on his heart.

Nah… I’m not a dick like you. 

Wordlessly, he crawled over to Neo, setting him on his back on the pillow and patting his reddened cheek gently. He glanced down to align himself with Neo’s red hot stud, biting his lip and slowly bringing himself down on the tip. He stifled a moan as the length slid in all the way, earning a wail from the beta, and he shushed him by cupping his face and bringing him in for a soft kiss. “It’s fine, you’re okay,” he shuddered out after pulling away, his fingers wiping away the tears from Neo’s face. 

Neo’s stressed gaze locked with B3’s, his mouth parted as he panted, and the green-haired man slowly started to ride him. Every time B3 raised himself up, Neo’s hips followed, and they both moaned whenever the omega lowered himself again. They went slow and gentle this time, B3 planting kisses on Neo’s forehead, until the beta finally knotted, and his hot seed began to pump inside. 

The weary omega lied down on the other man’s chest, and as he came down from his intoxicating high, Neo wrapped his weakened arms around B3’s smaller figure and began to sob, burying his face in the fluffy green hair. “I’m sorry, Bee. I-I’m so fuckin’ sorry…. 

B3’s heart and chest sank, and he found himself nuzzling his friend. “I'm sorry too…” he murmured back, inhaling Neo’s deep musky scent and closing his eyes. Soon enough Neo’s mournful crying turned into gentle snores as the two finally drifted to sleep.

….

B3 jerked wake with a loud groan, his ass in the air and drool smothered all over his arm. He felt like a complete mess and mostly looked like one too.

He sorely bent his body back into place and looked over at Neo, who was sleeping face down with the blanket barely covering his pale and bruised body. A blush warmed the omega’s face as he pulled the blanket over the beta, who shifted awake. “Mmhg...” the black-haired man turned over to his back and brought a hand up to rub his face. “The fuck happened, man…?”

B3 gently massages the hickeys on his neck with a shrug. “...We kind of fucked last night.”

The room fell silent. Neo moved his hand away from his face. “Oh. Right...”  He cleared his throat after a while, glancing briefly at B3 before looking down at himself dejectedly. “...D-Do you… really hate me?” 

The green-haired man looked back at Neo, his throat tightening to see him look so down. “No, no, no, of course not. I would never hate you… I just… I don’t like it when you call me mean things, especially when I make simple mistakes.”

Neo nodded a little.  “I… know. I don’t like it when you cross my boundaries either… I’m sorry, Bee. I know you forgetting your pills was an honest mistake. I was mad just to be pissed off… but you know I didn’t fuck Benjamin just to despise you or to play around with your emotions.“

“I know...” B3 sighed and drooped his shoulders. “Can we… just stick with hugs and movies for now? No more arguing or hurting each other’s feelings? It’s exhausting.”

Neo chuckled and held out his pinky. “I promise.” 

B3 grinned a little and brought his own pinky with Neo’s. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to puke really bad now.” 

Neo shook his head as he watched B3 clumsily rush to the bathroom, before lying to his side. He looked under the sheets to see his member back to normal, except for the tip of his cock sticking out of the foreskin. What the fuck is wrong with me? I knotted and I'm a beta. That shouldn’t be possible. But it felt… so good. 

Uncertainly, he moved his fingers around the tip slowly,  pulling down the foreskin revealing the rest of the head of his cock. 

Being a beta, he never got the extreme desire to masturbate or have sex, but ever since that time with Benjamin, and now B3, his body started urging for more. 

“What am I supposed to do…?” he muttered to himself, right before a knock came at the door.

It just so happened that B3 was done and was washing his hands. “I’ll get it!”

“Wait.” Neo paled and shot out of bed, looking for his clothes. “B3 WE’RE NOT WEARING ANY—“

But B3 has already rushed to the door and swung it open. “Hi Benjamin! Hi Benjamin’s boyfriend!!”

“Hey B—WHAT THE WHAT, YOU’RE NAKED?!” Benjamin screeched and turned completely red.

Soft PIco only raised his eyebrows. “Damn.” 

“WHY ARE YOU LOOKING?!” 

The ginger-head rolled his eyes with a light scoff. “I mean, I can’t help it when it's danglin’, babe.”

Neo stumbled out of the bedroom tugging up his pants, and threw B3 a shirt and joggers. “Dumbass!”

B3 shot him a devilish grin before darting to the bedroom.

The beta rolled his eyes. “Hey, you… two...?” he started greeting before slowing down upon seeing Pico’s pale eyes. Oh shit. He’s here to beat my ass, isn’t he?

Pico flicked his ear, causing Neo to jump a bit. Can he hear my mind? Oh god. Say something!

The ginger-head yawned casually. “Calm your horses. I’m just here to hang…” He walked past the beta inside and sniffed the air, letting his nose lead him to the balcony. 

Neo shut the door, practically wanting to die of embarrassment and awkwardness. “Why did you bring him?” He glanced up at Benjamin. “Did you—did you tell him?”

The alpha squinted and looked to the side. “Well, uh… did you tell your girl?”

Now brought a hand to his forehead. “...no.”

Benjamin sighed. “That doesn’t matter now. Did you and B3 finally make up?” 

“Uh—y-yeah. Yeah, we did. Um…”

The alpha tilted his head. 

Neo scratched the back of his neck. “We uh, got drunk, fought a little, and… y’know. Fucked a bit.” 

“Ah. That explains his lack of clothes.” 

“Yeaah.” He rubbed his face before looking at Ben. “But I gotta talk to you about something… r-regard that.”

“I—“ Suddenly his mouth ran dry. His stomach made flips and his heart started to race. “I might’ve… knotted him. Somehow.”

“Wha—knotted? You?” The taller of the two scratched the top of his head dumbfoundedly. “I didn’t know betas could knot…” 

“I-I didn’t either! I didn’t do it on purpose, I just—I was drunk and emotional and he—he was so soft!” Neo’s tugged his own hair. “Oh god, what if I got him pregnant?!”

“I doubt that,” Benjamin patted his shoulder. “He’s not in heat, and besides, beta and omega pairs aren’t very fertile.”

Neo clenched his teeth, still shakened. He tried to take comfort in the other man’s words but the anxiety in his chest still bothered him.

Ben noticed and leaned down a little, concerned. ”You okay?” 

“No, I don’t think so. I just—I never had to think about all this. It makes me feel... gross. When it was me and Girlfriend it was just me and her! It was simple! But this—this—“ 

“Hey hey, calm down.“ Benjamin rubbed both of Neo’s shoulders in an attempt to comfort him. “I think you’re hung over and your mind is overthinking. Let’s take you back to bed and you can sleep it off. You’ll feel better after a good rest, trust me.” 

Neo gazed up at him apprehensively, but gave in with a sigh. “Y-Yeah… I guess that would do me some good,” he mumbled as he let Benjamin lead him to his room, where B3 was still trying to find a outfit 

“You still haven’t put on anything?” Benjamin asked him with a slight chuckle. Neo couldn’t help but smile a bit. 

“Dude! All Neo has is lots of black and black doesn’t look good on my skin! Makes me look like a fuckin’ ghost!

The alpha and beta rolled their eyes as Benjamin tucked Neo into bed, just for B3 who now in a hoodie hopped in beside Neo, making the bed jostle and creak. The black-haired man sighed and relaxed into the warm blankets, closing his eyes as B3 talked softly to Benjamin, their murmuring voices slowly faded into the background as he slipped into a comforting slumber.  

…

He cracked his eyes upon hearing his phone buzz on the nightstand besides. Slowly, he sat up and grabbed it. It was his girlfriend calling. 

He cleared his voice, trying not to sound half dead, and picked up. 

“Heyyy, my pretty scene girl.” He probably sounded drunk, but Girlfriend giggled on the other line.

“Hey BF.”

He smiled lazily. He missed hearing her. “How’s that girl trip been?” 

“BF.” Her tone sounded off, and he felt the smile leave his face.  “I… there's something I wanted to tell you...”

He was frowning. 

“...what is it?”

Chapter Text

Benjamin was studying at his home with his dad demanding him to focus on his work. Ever since the “incident” at his school his father had pulled him out and had him homeschooled instead.

The man slammed a long ruler onto his desk, making Benjamin jump and drop his pencil. His body began to shake as he started up to his dad. 

“I said to stay focused!” his father snarled. “You're getting slower and slower every day! When I was your age I would be able to do this in my sleep!”

“I'm sorry…” Benjamin mumbled, looking down in shame. Math was extremely difficult for him, but at his public school Pico was there to help him… he wasn’t anymore. 

“If you’re sorry then do it properly!” His dad lifted up the ruler before slamming it down onto Benjamin knuckles. 

The blue-haired boy let out a restraining cry as he nodded. “I’ll do better…” Hands trembling, he picked up his pencil and tried to scribble down the correct answers as his father watched. 

Luckily his mother walked into the room, holding her glass of red wine. “Leave the boy alone “ she said to her husband with a sigh. “Whipping him won't make him better.”

The burly man whirled around and glared at her. “Don’t tell me what to do, women!” He stepped away from Benjamin and loomed over towards his wife, who remained unfazed as she idly gazed up at him. “I want you to remember this: you wanted this kid. It’s your fault he’s like this!“ His father hissed.

How does she do it? Benjamin wondered, warily glancing up at the two. She’s not even scared of him… He swallowed hard. It felt like the weight in his chest was pressing down with every breath. 

“I'm not the one who gave him a stupid brain. That’s from your side of the family.“ His mother walked past his dad easily with no fear to stand beside a window and look out. “Last time I checked, your older brother was also autistic.”

“He is not my brother, he’s a disgrace to our name,” her husband spat, though he looked away and remained quiet for a moment, as if letting his anger subside.

Benjamin’s mother only hummed, though she was still pissed off as his dad walked up to her, grabbing her waist. “You know I love you, right…?” he said softly, leaning closer to her neck.

The boy quickly looked away, his cheeks red and his face scrunched in disgust, trying to ignore the kisses sound and soft giggles from his father and mother. 

“I know,” his mom finally spoke as she pushed her husband away gently with a hand to his chest. “Go, I'll talk to the boy.”

Benjamin's father grunted, but didn’t object. “Fine…” He didn’t spare his son a glance before stepping out of the room and slamming the door shut.

Silence stretched across the room. Benjamin was staring down at his homework, but his heart was pounding and his nerves were skyrocketing as his mother approached him, taking a sip from her wine.

“You know you broke me, right?”

It took every muscle in his body to not flinch. “I know.”

She leaned against his desk, swirling the remaining liquid in her glass. “You broke my body… my relationship… my looks.” Mouth twitching, she set the glass in front of him on his desk and stared hard at him. “You better be something great and not the disgrace of your father’s brother. Don’t be a disappointment.” 

Benjamin forced himself to look into her eyes. There was nothing behind her eyes, no love, no care, no fear. Just her resentment of Benjamin being their worthless son. “I won’t, mom…” he uttered dejectedly. 

She finally stood and walked past him, running her hand through his hair. “Finish your work before you get dinner, then head straight to bed.” She headed towards the door and gently closed it behind her.

Benjamin's eyes pricked up with tears as he continued to scribble down the answers.

…..

His mother and father had already retreated to their bedroom by the time Benjamin had finished his work, so he quietly snuck a plate of his dinner up to his room and ate alone in peace. 

He opened his window and peered outside to his yard. It had a big fence gate with a fountain and a garden. He was looking for someone, until they popped their head out from the bushes in the garden. 

“Pico!” he exclaimed happily as said ginger-head stepped out from the brushes, brushing off the leaves that stuck to his sweater.

“Hey!” Pico waved a bit before sneaking to the tree that was by Benjamin’s open window. The ginger–head climbed the tree and swung himself into the bedroom effortlessly, giving him a big hug and a kiss on the forehead. 

Benjamin chuckled and hugged him back tightly. “I thought you’d never come…”

Pico let out a scoff. “C’mon, Ben. You gotta give me more credit than that! If the world was ending, I'd fight tooth and claw to see you again.”

The blue-haired boy smiled, before handing Pico his plate of food. “Here. Living on the streets now can’t be easy.”

The other boy gratefully took the full plate, his stomach growling at the sweet smell of food. “Eh, it’s not, but it’s life. Thanks.”

The two sat on Benjamin’s bed, and a silence had settled between them, besides the sound of Pico wolfing down the meal. Then Benjamin quietly asked, “…why did you leave home in the first place? Why become homeless?“

Pico paused his chewing, contemplating for a moment, before gulping. “That wasn’t my home,” he murmured, his pale gaze stern. “I might be homeless, but I’m happier than ever. I have a job, I have my hobbies and most importantly, I have you.” 

Benjamin flushed a little at the last part, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh stop… I'm not even that special…”

“Well, you are to me.” The ginger-head set down the empty plate and took Benjamin’s hand in his own, suddenly taking note of the red marks across his knuckles. His brows immediately furrowed as he ran his thumb over the marks. “He’s… still hitting you?” 

Benjamin quickly pulled away. “No! This… i… I closed the door on my hand earlier…”

But Pico saw right through him. “Ben…”

The blue-haired boy didn’t look at him.

“…You know you don’t deserve this.”

“Pico…”

“Anyone who puts their hands on you doesn't deserve you.” Pico’s voice shook with emotion. “Even me. If I ever hit you or–or hurt you, I want you to leave me, because you deserve better than what you have.“ 

“You wouldn’t hurt me…” Benjamin's eyes dipped down to his hands. “They… did everything for me… they gave me a home, an expensive life. I can’t just–”

“That doesn’t give them the right to abuse you.” Pico took his hands again and made the blue-haired boy look at him. “You don’t need any of this stuff or money that they have. What you need is their love. Their attention.”

Benjamin’s forehead creased. “But… why?” 

Pico thought for a moment, before shrugging. “We’re only human, Ben. Maybe some of us don’t deserve it, but others do.” He gave Ben a soft smile. “Others like you.”  

The blue-haired boy’s eyes shimmered a bit as he stared back at Pico’s pale loving gaze. He found himself smiling back and moving a hand to cup his face. “I love you.” 

Pico blinked gently. “I love you too”

Benjamin’s thumb ran across the ginger-head’s freckled cheek tenderly. Every one of those freckles were kissed by an angel… he’s so beautiful… my guardian angel. Not thinking much of it, he leaned in to bring their lips together. 

Instantly Pico closed his eyes and kissed back, his fingers curling over Benjamin’s wrist from the hand that was holding his cheek. 

The blue-haired boy gently pushed him onto his back, crawling over him and slipping his tongue in the ginger-head’s willing maw. His hand began to search beneath Pico’s clothes, his fingers searching his body and tracing every scar that was hidden beneath his clothes. 

A soft moan escaped the ginger-head’s mouth at the touch. Benjamin groaned in response upon feeling Pico’s fingerless gloved-hands find their way under his hoodie and shirt from behind. He pulled away from the heated kiss for breath, a string of saliva linking their tongues together. Pico looked up at him with round eyes, his mouth agape and drooling as his chest rose and fell. 

Benjamin moved down, nuzzling into Pico’s neck and attaching his lips over the freckled boy’s pale skin.

“Hhgg–B-Ben…” Pico shuddered out, his pitch raising. The other boy’s hand moved over to cover his mouth. 

“Shh, I don’t want my parents to hear you..” Benjamin murmured against his delicate neck, before sucking and leaving dark marks. 

The ginger-head couldn’t contain his soft moans. One of his hands grabbed Benjamin’s other free one to ground himself, their fingers interlocking with one another. Benjamin pulled away again to gaze down at the blushing mess beneath him. “Heh… you’re so perfect.” His voice was laced with lust and affection.

Pico blinked away the fogginess clouding his senses, gently pushing Benjamin off him to sit up. “Shut up…” he muttered, though he couldn’t stop the smile from crossing his lips as he rubbed at the new marks on his neck.  “Where’d you learn those moves…?” 

Benjamin shrugged shyly. “Might’ve… watched them.”

Pico scoffed, lightly punching the other boy in the shoulder. “I thought you were the innocent one here!” 

Grinning, Benjamin tackled the ginger-head and brought him down to lie together. Pico let out a surprised grunt, but wrapped his arms around the blue-haired boy and chuckled. They ended with Benjamin lying over Pico with his head against the ginger-head’s chest, and Pico pressing a kiss against the other’s forehead while rubbing his back. Benjamin’s hands placed themselves on Pico's soft chest, and he glanced up at him languidly. 

How was I able to find someone as great as you? I wish this moment would last forever and ever. 

He rubbed his face into Pico’s warm chest, taking in a deep breath and relishing the other boy’s warm spicy cologne that tickled the back of his head and nose. “You think I could borrow your hoodie?” 

“Ah, stealing from a homeless man, are you?” teased Pico with a smirk, eyes shut as he petted Benjamin’s head.

The blue-haired boy blinked. “Wha–I didn’t mean like—I-I just like how you smell and–“ 

“I’m joking, Ben.” Pico opened his eyes and smiled more genuinely. “Of course you can borrow my hoodie, but just for a few days, okay?”

Benjamin grinned back and nodded.

The two continue to cuddle, eventually drifting to a light snoozed. Soon the sun was rising, and Pico had to push Benjamin off him.

“Hey, I gotta go.”

Benjamin rubbed at his eyes and sat up, looking at the ginger-head sadly.  “Do you have to?”

Pico patted his cheek. “Sorry Benny, but I have a job to do.” He took off his hoodie, left in his t-shirt now, and handed it to the blue-haired boy. “But I’ll come back again later. You know I always do.“ 

Benjamin held onto the hoodie and longingly watched as Pico snuck out from his window and slid down the tree, running across the yard and off into the bushes. He leaned against the window frame, sighing. 

“I’ll see you then, my angel…”

Chapter Text

Neo Pico had no idea how it happened. 

It started with letting B3 Pico crash by his place occasionally, whenever the red-head needed somewhere for a pitstop. Soon those random stops turned into days, which turned into weeks, and then months. B3 was living in his apartment rent-free. 

“When are you leaving again?” Neo grumbled as he watched B3 sit on his couch shoving chips into his mouth. 

“Meh… ‘just here to crash for a while,” responded the red-head absentmindedly. 

“You said that three months ago…”  Neo Pico wasn’t like Neo BF—he was an extreme introvert and pushover who would rather not bother anyone with his feelings. He remembered having an embarrassing emotional outburst in front of BF all because he couldn’t complete a task his boss told him to complete. 

He wouldn’t mind having a roommate if they did their side of the work. Like paying rent, doing some chores, and touching grass. But B3 Pico was the exact opposite of that. He stayed in Neo’s home all day being a bum on his couch, making messes and living for free despite making the most money than the whole friend group.

The redhead was a pretty big streamer, he got paid to play games and talk all about himself. How stupid of people paying money for that, Neo would think to himself.

“Well…” He ran a hand through his dark hair in distress, trying not to let it show. “If you’re gonna be… well, hanging out here like this often, could you at least… pitch in on a percentage of the rent…?

B3 immediately sat up, the chip crumbs on his chest falling on the couch. “Wooow man. I crash for a few days and you get on my dick about money! Like, I get it!” He scoffed. “I’m more successful, I have the money, but you can‘t come here and beg for it y’know!” 

Neo’s throat tightened with anger. “That’s not…” Before he could even finish speaking, he shook his head and stormed off into the bathroom. He didn’t want to give B3 the pleasure of watching him cry. He turned on the water and splashed his face, leaning over the sink and trying to fight back the stinging tears. ”Why am I so fucking pathetic…?“ 

He spent a few moments trying to cool down, before finally drying his face off. He pulled his phone out and texted Soft Pico. 

I tried asking him 

He said I was begging for his money

Neo let himself sit on the floor with his back against the door, sighing to himself shakily. The phone buzzed in his hand after a minute or so.

You need to be more stern and stubborn with him was Soft’s response

He’ll listen if you press him hard enough

Neo’s reddened eyes read the message with a frown. He rubbed his face before getting up and walking out, huffing aloud as he passed the couch. “Alright, whatever. Let’s get dinner.“ 

B3 let out a long exaggerated groan. “Ugggghhhh. I don’t wanna get up.”

Neo was about to give in, but he recalled Toughie’s message. He clenched his jaws and took in a breath, glaring as sharply as he could at the red-head. “I said get up.”   

B3 blinked, and quickly sat up from the couch. “Jeez okay, okay… who got you is a pissy mood…” He brushed crumbs off himself and grabbed his hoodie.

Wow. that actually worked… Neo pouted a bit in surprise, but he went ahead and got the door for B3, and the two strolled out to a close by fast food restaurant for dinner. 

Once getting they meals, they returned home not long after, and Neo felt a lot better after getting some fresh air and was more comfortable in his home now.

“Clean up your mess from the couch when you’re done eating, I’ll be in my room,” he said after finishing up. He rolled up the wrappings of his food and threw them out before retreating off to his bedroom. 

B3 grunted. His dark-haired friend had a very strict sleeping schedule, and he hadn’t been affected by it until now. Sourly, he finished his meal and tossed his wrappings in the garbage bin.

Later that night, Neo groggily cracked his eyes upon noticing light and the sound of loud talking coming from outside his bedroom door. He tried to shut his eyes and ignore it, hoping sleep would overcome him, but speaking buzzed in his skull irritatingly. With a groan, he got up and stormed out of his room to the guest room across his, where B3 was laughing loudly as he gamed on the pc setup.

The redhead had only his boxers and robe on, and he didn’t notice Neo entering thanks to his headset.

Neo growled and made his way over to grab B3’s shoulder and whirl him around on his chair. “It is two in the fucking morning! Get your ass off of there and let me SLEEP! “ 

“Wait, wait, wait, hold on, y’all!” B3 scrambled to mute his mic.  “Dude, what’s your problem? What do you want?”

The dark-haired man felt his anger rise inside his chest. “What do I want?! I want to get some decent rest in my fucking home!” His hands clutched the armrests of the chair as he leaned in on B3’s mug, lip curled back in a snarl. “I don’t want to put up with your late-night bullshit when you’re not even bothering to pay part of the goddamn rent in the apartment you’re just ‘crashing in’ on for three fucking months!”  

B3’s eyes widened as his shoulders shrugged up with tension. “I—uh, man I… s-sorry…” 

“SORRY?!” Neo repeated. “I let you stay here after your last rap battle with B3 BF for a night, and you never left ever since! If you’re really sorry, you’ll turn the fucking game off and go to sleep!” 

Surprisingly, the redhead’s face heated up instead, and he bit his bottom lip as his gaze glanced below briefly. 

Neo paused, confused to the other man’s reaction, and followed B3’s gaze to see a bulge in his boxers. “What the… are you fucking serious?”

“H-Hey! You’re the one yelling at me… it’s your fault…!“

Neo’s brain was so tired and confused, he found himself laughing. “You’re telling me you’re turning on by this? And I thought I was pathetic…”

B3 shifted uncomfortably in his seat, a soft rumble leaving him. 

The dark-haired man raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued, and his lip twitched with a smirk. “You like being called pathetic?”   

B3 didn’t look at him. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his forehead.

Neo leaned in closer on him so he could quietly say into B3’s ear, “Of course you do. Pathetic piece of shit. Doing nothing but eat all my food and live in my house like a spoiled fucking brat.”  

The redhead covered his mouth as his body shivered in pleasure; Neo’s words cut deep and he unironically loved every second of it.

Neo nabbed B3 by the wrist and pulled him out of his chair to push him against the ground on his bum. “Look how disgusting you are, getting hard over my anger,” he growled.

The redhead’s face was flushed, his eyes gazing up at Neo with a growing need as he swallowed hard and licked his lips.

A smirk stretched across Neo’s face, obviously relishing the other man’s enjoyment of his predicament. “You are such a dog…” He placed his foot over B3’s crotch and leaned his arm over his knee. “A dog in heat begging to fuck.” 

B3’s breath hitched upon feeling his sensitive shaft being stepped on. He whined aloud out as the pain jolted throughout his body, hips jutting up against the other man’s foot. “P-Please—“ 

Neo was enjoying this. It was finally his turn to be the one in power and he was going to make sure B3 put in more effort to deserve his pleasure. “Please what?” 

“I-I—I want you,” the redhead stuttered, his voice hushed and strained.

”You’re gonna have to speak louder than that, buddy…” Neo pressed his foot down harder and even twisted it, drawing out a sharper noise from B3.

The gamer fisted the floor beside him and gritted his teeth. “I fucking want you!”

Satisfied, Neo took his foot off B3’s now prominent bulge. He went to his knees in front of the redhead and pulled the string off from B3’s robe. “Be a good boy if you know what’s best for you,” he cooed as he tied it round the other Pico’s neck, tugging it and on command while he stood up. B3 did as he was instructed.

”What a good dog~” Neo praised as he took a seat on top of B3’s desk, pulling the redhead closer. B3 immediately placed his hands on the dark-haired man’s hips. Running a tongue over his lips, Neo circled his arms around B3’s neck and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Take them off.”

Ecstatic, B3 obeyed and hooked his fingers over the hem of Neo’s pants and boxers and tugged them off, the dark-haired man lifting his hips so that they’d slip off and hang by his ankles. B3’s eyes fell to see his bare parts, waiting to be touched. He gave Neo a quick glance, asking for permission, and when he was given a nod he went down and pushed his head between Neo’s legs, wasting no time to touch the man’s sensitive parts and lean on to run his tongue over the slit. 

Neo’s breath hitched as his hands clutched the back of B3’s robe, his legs closing around the redhead’s neck as his body arched. “Oh, yess~”

B3’s tongue flicked his folds and teased the man’s entrance, wriggling just as he dipped the tip inside. Neo couldn’t hold back the soft moans as his hands found their way to B3’s red hair. “F-Fuck…”

After some teasing B3 pulled his mouth away, Neo’s juices dripping from his lips. He proceeded to run his fingers across Neo’s folds, massaging them in circular motions, fiddling with his clit using his thumb before slowly sinking in his index and middle finger inside the dark-haired man’s drooling slit. 

A high-pitched noise almost left Neo as he bit down his bottom lip and tugged the string that was still around B3’s neck. In response the redhead smoothly pushed his fingers inside more slowly. Once he began to massage the man’s inner caverns, Neo couldn’t stop a sharp moan from erupting.

“”So warm and soft,” B3 mumbled to him, gently beginning to thrust his fingers in and out. He was careful not to scrape Neo’s delicate insides, as even the slightest of scratches could hurt. Neo’s hands flew up to his mouth in a feeble attempt to stifle his moans, his toes curling and body jerking.

With a smooth slippery movement, B3 pulled out his coated fingers and got up to his feet, sharing a heated glance with Neo as he pulled down his boxers. But before he could slip his shaft in, Neo shook his head. “N-no, you don’t... get to go inside.” His words came out a bit slurred. “Not yet.”

“What—why?” B3 almost whined, looking down at Neo defensively and desperately wanting in like a horny dog. 

The dark-haired man tugged the string harder, forcing out a yip from B3. “I’m boss. Now sit.“ He pointed at the game chair, B3 begrudgingly sat down on command. 

Neo positioned himself over the redhead’s lap on his seat, hands on the gamer’s shoulders and he aligned his slit over B3’s member and slowly sunk down on it, causing B3 to sigh with satisfaction at the warm wetness engulfing his aching length. 

Neo set his head on B3’s chest, still holding the string, “Go back to playing now,” he breathed, the smirk still ghosting his lips.

Gulping, B3 picked up his headphones with his trembling hands and put them on, unmuting his mic and picking up the controller again. He cleared his throat, hoping to sound normal. “H-Hey guys, ‘m back.”

Neo heard the redhead’s friends asking him what took him so long to jump back on through the headphones, and B3 chatted back with a soft stutter to his tone. The gamer’s body was hot and dripping with nervous sweat. 

The dark-haired man smiled and snuck his face by the crook of B3’s neck. Whenever the other man spoke it felt soothing to him. But he didn't exactly want soft cuddles; he wanted to tease B3.

As B3 focused on the game was about to get a headshot, Neo’s teeth found their way to where his neck and shoulder conjoined, and his bite down. 

“NGH~!” B3 gasped and gritted his teeth in shock, missing his shot in the game. “D-Dammit!“ It turned out it was hard to lock in when his dick was deep inside pussy and was being teased like this. 

Despite his circumstances, he continued to shakily press buttons as Neo licked and kissed his body. Somehow he managed to win in his game, and the moment the victory screen came up, he dropped the controller onto the floor. 

Neo glanced back at the screen, and raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Huh, you won…” He turned back and pulled off the other man’s headphones and muted them. “I think someone need a treat~” He smirked upon feeling a twitch from the cock inside him. 

In a daze B3 nodded feverishly. “Please, I can't take it anymore.” 

Neo chuckled a little and pulled the string. “Go ahead.”

In a blink of an eye he was lifted and pinned down on the desk, pushing the desktop all the way to the back. B3 was quick to start but with a tug from the string around his neck slowed him down. 

“G-Go soft on me, please~” mewed the dark-haired man, his finger twirling the sting around.

B3 felt a growl bubble up in his throat. He started off slowly, his hips giving soft flicking thrusts as Neo’s legs wrapped around his waist.

“T-That’s good—“ Neo’s voice was husky and breathy, moans escaping him with each languid thrust B3 gave into him. It wouldn’t take long for him to get used to the redhead’s pace, and he tugged the string once again. “Faster~”

B3 didn’t need to be told twice. His hands squeezed around Neo’s highs and his hips increased, rutting into the other man harder and desperately. Every push forced out a moan from Neo, his pitch gradually rising with each passing moment.

His mouth hung open as he gasped for air, his hands gripped the redhead’s shoulder and nails clawing into his robe. “S-So close!” he keened, his back arching and legs trembling. B3 groaned in response, his face nuzzling into Neo’s neck to place wet open-mouthed kisses. 

With a few hard and rapid thrusts, B3 pushed deep inside Neo and finally came, pumping his hot cum inside the dark-haired man. Neo cried out simultaneously as he came shortly after, his own juices splitting around B3’s member. He hugged the redhead tightly through his climax, whimpering at the feeling of the fluid filling him up quickly. 

They stayed there while they rode their high, B3 eventually flopping down into his chair with Neo in his lap, both panting hard and exhausted. 

After refraining some of the strength in his legs, Neo’s pulled out B3’s cock, watching it smoothly slide out, coated in their mixed cum. 

B3 sleepily look at the other man, humming softly. 

Neo couldn’t help but chuckle weakly. “Oh, now you’re tired…” He got up, taking off the string from B3. “Come on. Let’s get in bed.”

“Yeah… that sounds good.” The redhead got up as well, following Neo into his room and both flopping down in bed and cuddling with each other before slipping into a deep slumber.

A few days passed before Neo texted Soft Pico back. 

He finally moved back to his place

Soft didn’t take long to get back to him. 

I told ya! 

Just gotta be stern with him. I knew you could do it 👍

Neo chuckled.

I did more than just be stern with him 😏

Wait what

👍👍👍

Wait no srs what did you do

Neo hummed, putting his phone on do not disturb as he grabbed his keys and headed off to work as Soft Pico spammed his messages. 

I don't get it

WHATD YOU DO

NEO 

ANSWER 

DUDE

Chapter Text

It was finally Benjamin’s 19th birthday. Even though he was 2 years into being an adult he still felt like a child. Especially with how his parents still treated him like one. Well, more like a glorified pet if he was being completely honest. 

He was peering out at his window that evening, waiting for his boyfriend. As usual, Pico climbed over the fence and waved upon seeing Benjamin. The blue-haired boy waved back happily.

Once Pico snuck safely into Benjamin’s room, he lunged over to his lover to give him a hug.

“Ben! Happy birthday!” Pico purred, giving his partner a kiss to the cheek. “How was your birthday?”

Benjamin’s face lit up with a dorky smile, and he rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Meh, same as usual. I’m a lot happier now that you’re here.”

Pico chuckled, stepping away a little to pull off his backpack. He began to dig through it and took out a box, handing it over to the other boy.

Benjamin’s face went from curious to a deflated grimace. “ Pico…” he grumbled. “I told you not to get me any gifts, you need the money—”

“I know, I know! But this is your birthday, I wanted to.” Pico held the box up toward the blue-haired boy. “ Also, my friend made this so I couldn’t say no to her.”

“Who?” Benjamin tilted his head, hesitantly grabbing the gift.

“Nene,“ Pico answered with a light smile. “You’ve met her! She’s the one who’s into witchcraft and crystal stuff.“

Squinting a bit as he searched through his memories, Ben slowly nodded. “Ah, her. I remember her… She’s dating Darnell, right?”

“Yep! They used to hate each other when we were younger, but they got together some time ago.”

Benjamin chuckled a little as he peeled away the wrapping and tape, opening the box. Inside was a doll that looked just like Pico! It even had three freckles on each cheek. “Oh Pico, it's amazing!” He turned the doll around and beamed at it. “She made this?” 

Pico felt a chill down his spine as Benjamin held up the doll, his face warming up. “Heh, of course! You’ll be amazed what she can make with some string and buttons.”

“It’s adorable! Looks just like you!” He couldn’t contain the happy laughter bubbling in his chest, making Pico smile widely. Benjamin hugged the doll before setting it down and pulling Pico in for a big hug. “Thank you, Pico!”

Pico returned the embrace tightly. “Of course, Ben…” Then his phone began to buzz notifications in his pocket, and his expression fell. “Dammit.”

Benjamin let his partner go and eyed him with round eyes. “What?”

The ginger-head took out his phone and rubbed his forehead with a groan as he skimmed through the messages. “It’s nothing, just some new kid burning something down the block again. Sorry I have to cut it short Ben, but I have to go.”

Benjamin’s heart sank at that, but he knew he couldn’t have Pico stay. He gave him a warm smile. “You coming here at all is all I could ask for. Don’t be sorry.” 

Pico’s own lips twitched upwards a bit. He stretched over to kiss his lover. “Thank you, Ben. I’ll be back tomorrow night.” 

With a nod, Ben simply stared on as his ginger-headed boyfriend snuck out the window, and leaned against the window frame as he watched the boy disappear into the night. 

Once he could no longer see Pico, the blue-haired boy shut his window before flinching upon hearing something crash on the floor downstairs. Almost immediately after that his parents started to argue about it. He groaned as he flopped in bed next to the Pico doll, taking it in his hands and appreciating his precious gift.

….

It was much past midnight when Pico finally walked into the abandoned apartment complex that he called home. It wasn’t the most glamorous of places like Benjamin's home, but it was his. It kept him warm and safe from the outside, and that was all he asked for. He halfheartedly organized his place before lunging into bed with an exhausted groan. He rolled over onto his back and pulled up his phone to dial Nene.

“Helllo?” He could hear TV blaring loudly in the background from the other line. Nene’s tone was flat and disinterested. 

“Hey, Nene.”

Immediately her voice changed once he spoke. “Oh, Pico! Hiiii!” There was a shuffling noise, and the TV in the background went down. “Sooo? Did he like it?”

He couldn’t help the chuckle at her sudden mood change. “Yeah, he loved it a bunch, Nene.”

“I told you!”

He wetted his lips and shifted over to sit up. “So uh… you sure it’ll work?”

“Of course it’ll work! I know how to make my shit work, Peeks. Plus, with your love for him I’m like one hundred percent sure it’ll go off without a hitch!”

“Mmm, okay then…”

“When he starts to cuddle and nuzzle the fuck out of it, you’ll know for sure. I promise you.” Nene sounded so confident Pico couldn’t help but relax a little. “Now go to sleep already, dumbass!”

“Right, right… g’night, Nene.” He sighed and hung up before letting himself lie back again.

As always though, sleep never found him. He stared at the ceiling and watched the flashing lights and shadows of cars passing outside dance across his room, focused on each breath he took.

I trust you on this, Nene.

…..

Meanwhile Benjamin was on his phone scrolling mindlessly through it. After some time he plopped the device down on his side and looked over to the plushie sitting on his nightstand.  

He pondered for a moment, finger tapping his matters lightly, before reaching over to pick up the soft plushie. He noticed it felt warm, and tender. He swore he felt a gentle pulse. Woh a slight pout, he brought the doll’s chest to his ear, heart fluttering when he heard a soft bump bump through the stuffed body. 

“That’s… weird,” he mumbled to himself. Despite that he hugged he plushie to his own chest, finding it odd yet comforting. 

….

Pico jolted awake from his sleepy haze upon feeling ghost-like arms wrapping around his cold body. His cheek began to warm up as his lips twitched with a small knowing smile.

“Benjamin…”

….

Benjamin looked down at the doll, noticing the sudden increase of heat and heart rate. 

“What is...?” Benjamin trailed off. He took a long time staring at the doll. It honestly really looked just like Pico. His cheeks turned a soft red and he pulled up the hoodie of the doll. He assumed it was sewn down but he was proven wrong when it pulled up. The doll’s body also had scars in the same spots as Pico's bodies. 

He was growing really curious now. This was no ordinary plushie, he realized. With a hard gulp he started to tug down the plushie’s pants, before shaking his head and dropping it. 

“Oh my god, what am I doing?” Feeling ashamed he pulled his knees to up his chest and hugged them. 

He tried to distract himself, but curiosity was getting the best of him. Biting his lower lip, he grabbed the doll again, muttering a quiet, “I’m sorry” before tugging off its pants.

Maybe it was stupid that he was apologizing to a doll, but this was no ordinary plushie. 

There was nothing between the plushie’s legs. Benjamin found that he was both relieved and disappointed. His body was getting excited and he wasn’t even trying to be.

Over a plushie of my boyfriend. God that sounded so bad in his head. He could only imagine how he might’ve looked. 

Despite that, Benjamin ran his thumb over the plushie’s belly, then down to its crotch. He froze. It was warm beneath there. He swore it was wet too. Really wet.

….

Pico hummed to himself, enjoying the phantom feeling of Ben snooping around his body. Benjamin was such a goody two shoes that they never went to the deep end with each other. The farthest Benjamin went was pulling off Pico’s pants before declining, so the two just cuddled. Benjamin just didn’t want to do anything wrong or have any unsafe sex.

Despite the ginger-head reassuring him that he didn’t need to be a pro to please someone and buying condoms for him, Benjamin never had the confidence to do it. Pico respected the boy and would continue to respect his decision no matter what. Still, he couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed every time he was rejected.

He gasped softly when he felt a thumb running over his belly and down his crotch. “Heh, someone’s getting curious…” he chuckled, biting his bottom lip. He could only imagine Benjamin’s flustered face. “Dirty softie, keep going…”

….

Benjamin’s eyes wide, feeling sweat drip down his forehead. He quickly wiped it off using his blanket. Everything got so hot so fast, he couldn’t handle it. Even though the heat was overwhelming Benjamin continued. He continued to rub the plushie’s soft crotch, feeling the heat and moisture only intensify from it. 

He swallowed hard once more before using two fingers to push against the doll’s bottom. He felt the warm and wet walls desperately clench around his digits. “ Holy...“ he breathed. “How... is this possible…?” 

He huffed, shifting in his bed uncomfortably when he registered just how tight he was feeling in his own pants. 

….

Pico's mouth was gaping; he had shuffled out of his pants and boxers. He let out a sharp hiss, feeling pressure pushing inside his body so effortlessly. His hands clutched at the sheets. “Ah… s-so good…”

Moans rolled from his parted lips. His hand moved down to fiddle with his hardened member. 

“Keep touching me, Ben...” 

….

Benjamin's hands moved on their own as they began to thrust into the plushie. He started carefully before roughening up. He wriggled and stretched the small entrance as much as he could. The hardness between his legs eventually made him grow desperate. Once he thought he had stretched the doll's hole enough, he pulled out his slick-coated fingers and started to pull off his pjs and boxers. 

He couldn’t resist the plushie. He shamefully admitted that it felt too good, too real, and too much like Pico. 

I’m going to fuck a plushie of my boyfriend before I fuck my actual boyfriend. Oh he wanted to slap himself. This felt so stupid but the painful throbbing of his cock was unbearable. Poor Pico. All the times I’ve rejected him. How could I make him suffer through this?

He thumbed the tip of his member, smearing pre all over the head, before aligning the doll with the tip and brushing it back and forth the plushie’s bottom. The rich and soaking warmth sucked him in so needily as he pushed it, drawing a shuddering groan from Ben. ”Sh-shit, that’s good...” he murmured to himself, letting his brain play vividly daydreams of his boyfriend. 

….

Pico arched his back groaning, feeling the pressure from Benjamin’s length. ”Ben~ you’re so big…” he whined with a flushed lopsided grin, moving to his side and holding his leg up with one hand. “Deeper, sofie. Go hard, please…”  

….

It didn’t take long for Benjamin to flick his hips and thrust into the plushie roughly. He had his eyes closed, imagining his ginger-headed sweetheart underneath him, drooling and moaning out for him with his pale creamy eyes rolling to the back of his head. 

“F-Fuck, Pico,” he husked out through a groan. 

Without even knowing he was, he slammed into the doll like a bull, stretching and stuffing the plushie full of his girth. 

….

Pico squirmed and moaned aloud, enjoying every moment of feeling his beloved deep inside him. He gasped sharply when Benjamin’s tip reached something inside him that made his visiondarken and pulse with stars. “There softie! There! Please~!” He keened out, feeling the pressure in his lower abdomen build up with his bearing climax. “I’m so close, please, please! Don’t stop~!”

….

Benjamin was close too. He gave several hard thrusts into the plushie, before pulling out from its bottom and pushing his dick against its mouth. He breathed out sharply, relishing the wetness of a mouth. A strangled moan leaves him when his cock finally shoots out strings of hot cum into the plushie’s maw. 

….

Pico jerked slightly when the pressure move out from his spasming slit and into his mouth. He held his mouth open, panting heavily. His eyes rolled back and he groaned when warm seed flooded his mouth. He gladly swallowed it down with a happy hum, his own member cumming in response. 

….

Benjamin collapsed on the bed panting heavily. He sleepily turned to the doll to see the damage of it ruined in bodily fluids. But there wasn’t even a single drop on the plushie mouth. He just stared at the doll, surprised, but too tired to care about mystery. He simply hugged it and kissed its forehead as he cuddled with it to sleep.

….

Pico’s erratic breathing eventually slowed down, his tired eyes fluttering shut. His mouth dripped with saliva and cum, and his hand idly rubbed his belly that was full and warm. Feeling Benjamin’s seed in him made him feel like he was in heaven. He slowly fell asleep, feeling a kiss placed on his forehead and Benjamin’s warm loving arms wrapping around his body.

Chapter Text

Tw: piss and humiliation 

Couples:

B3 Bf 

Neo Bf 

Benjamin 

…..

Today was a festival and b3 was texting his 2 best friends in the world to come and see it with him. There was going to be art, food and a light show with drones all things that each Bf would had enjoyed. 

So the group the agreed to the idea of meeting up with their own picos and gfs joining along too! 

B3 and B3 Pico was in the car as Shaya drove them to the festival. He was drinking some tea from a thermos bottle as shaya drove. “ Be sure not to drink too much liquids b there won’t be any free bathrooms at a festival.” Shaya warns her boyfriend 

“ yea yea i know! But-“ b3 said quickly changing the subject “ How fun! A festival of the dragons! “

Shaya couldn’t help but smile at her boyfriend attitude. “ I know me and the girls are going to buy so much stuff and food!”

“ I’m only here for the art. Toughie told me there’s a famous artist who does tattoos is going to be there“ B3 pico pipes in the conversation and B3 Bf looks at him confused “ You-? Art?”

B3 Pico blinks “ Well yeah! I maybe a streamer but i still appreciate the fine arts. Especially when it comes to niche things like tattoos and graffiti” b3 pico cross his arms 

“ Huh- i would never guess” B3 bf mumbles as shaya finding a parking at a park a meet up for the others.

Once the others cames the split off to their respective groups. 

….

Benjamin eyes were wide and sparkling as they looked at all of the artists and all their works. It made B3 and Neo Smiles seeing him gasp as everything. 

“ look at the way the used the reds then the gold leaf to add a pop to the artwork” Benjamin squeals 

“ it’s just another boring dragon benny “ Neo said sarcastically while patting Benjamin back 

“ BORING?! BORING?!!” Benjamin face because flusher looking at Neo and B3 smirk and the two being to laugh and Benjamin blinks at them.

“ Oh very funny… you being sarcastic…right?” Benjamin chuckles softly

Neo shakes his head “ Yes i was being sarcastic!”

The boys continued to travel and they began to enjoy some snack. B3 Bf grabbed a drink with each snack they got. Be happy and Neo exchanging worried looks.

“ B….Maybe you should lay off those drinks there’s aren’t many bathrooms that would be available” Benjamin tried 

B3 turn and looked at them “ I know! But I can’t help it they all got different types of lemonades. i mean this one is lemonade with dragonfruit i could not pass this up!” He said slurping it from the straw “ Plus staying hydrated!”

“ don’t get so hydrated that you piss yourself “ Neo said bluntly 

“ that is not good to happen. “ b3 sticks his tongue at Neo “ Now quit raining on my parade! Or more accurately Raining on my festival!” B3 laughed as he sprinted to the next food stand 

Neo grumbles as Benjamin laughs happily following b3 lead. 

….

The sun was about to set and the 3 boys were sitting on a bench in a secluded spot in the park. B3 was kick his feet up and down looking at the sky. “ I wonder when they are going to start the drone show?” He asked 

“ probably when the sun completely goes down” Neo answered “ It is a light show isn’t it?”

B3 nods fast “ Mhm” before humming 

The group enjoys the quiet away from the crowd of people and the hustle and bustle. Neo closed his eyes, letting his body relax. Before opening one eye to look down at b3 who was tugging on his hoodie sleeve. “ what?”

B3 cheeks were dark red as he flashed Neo a shy smile “ soo you guys wouldn’t believe this-“

“ You gotta use the bathroom don’t you??” Benjamin interrupted b3 looking at him disappointed.

“ B… we literally told you not to drink to much “ Neo grumbles 

B3 looks down his smile turned into a sad puppy face as he nods softly this time.

Benjamin sighed before getting up “ come one let’s try to find a bathroom” 

Both Neo and B3 got up as well. B3 gripped his hands onto Neo’s arm. 

They walked backing into the festival to the nearest bathroom and it had a huge line waiting for it. 

B3 let out a defiant whine “ I-I can’t hold it for that long! “ gripping tighter on neo arm “ I need to go now!”

Benjamin scratched the back on his head “ I don’t see any other bathrooms close by B… “ Benjamin said trying to find a solution. 

Neo felt his eye twitch with anger as he grabbed b3 by the wrist and began to pull him. “ Come on…” he growled 

“ Wh-Where we’re going??” B3 whines 

“ Sh!” Neo hush him

Benjamin looks back a bit worried but he followed where Neo was taking b3. 

….

Neo walked deep into the park’s forest where none could see them and he pushed B3 to a tree. “ go now” he said bluntly.

Both B3 and Benjamin shared a shocked look at Neo.

“ WHAT! I can’t go in public! That GROSS!” B3 began to protest “ And what if someone see me! I would die!”

“ I don’t care go!” Neo said again 

“ Neo..” Benjamin tries to to step in “ Do you—“

“ Sh! “ Neo interrupts Benjamin “ I am sick and tired if B3 doing this all the time now go!” Neo said again getting impatient.

B3 gulp hard He wishes he could have disappeared right there right now but he shakily pulls the rim of his pants and boxers exposing his tip of member.

He stands in front of the tree but nothing came out. 

“ Why are you going?” Neo huffs

“ I-I can’t go in you guys are watching me” b3 mumbles his body trembling. His eyes threatening to start pouring out tears from embarrassment. 

“ Oh my fuckin god “ Neo growls walking behind b3 placing his hands around b3 waist. “ If you don’t go now I’ll make you..” neo whispers into b3 ear. 

“I-i “ b3 stuttering as tears begin to flow down his cheeks. 

With that neo pushes down his arm hard against b3 lower adaman.

B3 lets out a surprise yelp and his tip begins to trickle out a stream hitting against the tree. “ d-don’t look-“ he pathetically mutters out closing his eyes tight.

But even with the B3 quiet plead the two watches him relieving himself.

It last for a couple more seconds before the stream slowed turn into a trickle the drops. 

“ There “ Neo said calmly wiping b3 eyes away from his tears “ it wasn’t that hard now wasn’t it?”

B3 simply grumble trying to squirm out of Neo’s grasp. “ It not funny… what you did was mean” He huffs 

Neo let going of b3 with a shrug “ Mean? Sure but you needed to go so i helped. Now cheer up we have the light show to watch. “ 

B3 was pulling up the rim of his pants and his mood immediately changed hearing the light show “ Oh right! We need to go back!” B3 then sprinted out back to their spot at the beach leaving Neo and Ben alone.

“ D-do you think all that was necessary.” Benjamin asked with his cheek all red “ You could have hurt them”

“ Well…” Neo shrugged “ It doesn’t matter now. Plus someone enjoyed the show he put on “ Neo chuckles pointing down at Benjamin boner. 

“ FUCK!” Benjamin face turned red pulling down his hoodie to cover it “ H-How!”

“ Calm down” Neo laughed “ it hot seeing him squirm to relieve himself. He does have the cutest face while doing it. “ Neo bites his bottom lip remembering the other times b3 has done this before. “ but we better catch up i don’t want to miss the light show” 

Benjamin sighed softly as he nods following neo back to the bench and the three boys look up at the sky watching the drones flies over making beautiful lights in the sky.