Calm down pheromones are always a hard call. It does also depend how strong they are. Raph has strong pheromones as a baseline so it may be a question if they can have a significant effect.
I'd be honestly surprised if they didn't. They're... or rather, the ability, is specifically designed to be something that we could weaponise. It packs one hell of a punch.
[ Bold donnie is a menace holy mother of fuck. Korone inhales so sharply she almost chokes, her wings tensing and then fluttering ]
Okay — [ SQUEAK. Clears her throat. ]
I, I mean, I've never tried for more than once, so who knows if I even could - [ Oh, hell, he's the type who'd probably take that as a challenge, isn't he. She quickly carries on, ] You in the mood for me to return the favor? And, uhm ... limits-wise ... What's off the table for you?
[ Better to ask now while they can think clearly. ]
Your refractory period should not be very long. Female reproductive parts may only require seconds before arousal is achieved again. And really, that sounds like a challenge. [Because of course he would.]
[He hums, tugging her sleeve to nibble lightly at her shoulder.] You can touch me. I just really want to make you feel good. However I can.
Putting the science right back in science and fun … [ Laughs, a little breathy, and — ]
[ She's still wearing her scarf. Hasn't really taken it off at all since the heart games, even with the taboo gnawing away at her quietly in the background. The thought of taking it off is like ice down her spine, but the thought of leaving it on here, now, with Donnie … that doesn't feel great. ]
[ ... ]
About - what you said earlier. That you could. If I wanted you to. [ Her hands start to wander, stroking up along his sides and back down again, dipping as low as his thighs ] Don't know if I'd be ready for that just yet, but anything up to that, I - I think I'd be willing to try.
[ What a goddamn tease She nips his opposite shoulder in pointed encouragement — or tries to, because he probably won't even feel it through his clothes. Whatever he's wearing up top gets tugged on, even as she trails her lips and teeth over to his neck instead. ]
[ ... When he says taste - ]
[ She pauses, eases out of a bite that absolutely would've left a mark without breaking the skin. Squirms a little, flustered, curious despite herself but if he means what she thinks he means, she may actually die ] Taste ...
[He's going to squirrel his hands between them to start undoing his jacket. He doesn't need clothes, its warm enough in here.]
I know. In theory, it sounds like a nightmare for me. But I think it'll work out, especially if you keep chirping like that. Turtle instincts may just win.
[ She gets in there to help him with it. Goodbye, jacket. Hello, bare skin for the marking. … Soon. First, she has to wrap her head around the idea of Donnie between her legs, and ohhhhh heck, oh hell, she has to swallow before she can get a word out. ]
I'm — I … [ Wets her lips, squirming. ] I wouldn't be able to start with that, I think ... too embarrassed. Too much thinking. But I'm not saying no, if it's something you'd wanna try.
[Off with the shirt which is really just for more warmth and who needs clothes when he's got his very eager girlfriend in bed?]
You should be in a more chirpy mood for it. Spiny Softshells like to check their potential mates are the right sex, and there's really only one reliable way to be sure. I'm going to see if that will overcome my usual sensory issues.
But being in the mood will help us both. [His hands then move to hers.]
[And then he pushes his chest against her, and moves to pin her and her arms to the bed.]
Something tells me that being in the right mood isn't gonna be a problem on my e-eh! [ DOWN SHE GOES. She blinks up at him, wide-eyed, flushed red to the tips of her ears and breathing just that bit faster. Her wrists flex — gently, testingly, just to see how much slack he's giving her. To see what he'll do, if anything, if she decides to make him work a little harder for it. ] ... end.
And here I thought I was gonna get to touch. Rude, Dokkun.
[ Those soft strokes alone are enough to make her shiver, her fingers curling and then falling loose as she relaxes back against the bed. Her lashes flutter. ]
[ Hums softly, acceptance and encouragement all in one. She can be patient while he thinks through whatever it is he has on his mind. ]
[ somehow, she manages to blush even brighter at the compliment, making a quiet squeaky sound somewhere between a chirp and a coo. w-wiggles. just a little, her wings shifting. ]
The — oh …
[ oh ]
[ OH ]
[ She stills. Not tense, just ... stunned, honestly, that he'd be willing to let her. Let her. ]
I — [ That's an insane amount of trust to put in her hands. Fuck. Her next breath shakes, but she steadies herself, meeting his eyes. ] If you're sure you're comfortable, Dee-kun. [ She has an idea of just how much that shell weighs. It's got to ache, and it'd be good for him if he could stand to wear it less often. ] But, if you're still not one hundred percent … I might have an idea. A suggestion.
[ Understanding softens her expression, which, to be fair, was already pretty damn soft. She gets it — relates to it, kind of, in her own way. ]
And I would. Stop, I mean, the split-second you tell me to. If you wanna try, I'd be honored to try with you. [ Because, honestly? Seriously, and genuinely? The very idea that he'd be willing to attempt this means the world to her. ]
... I'd also be willing to let you tie me to the bed. [ ... She wasn't totally sure about it herself until she said it outloud. Being pinned by his hands is one thing. Having his weight alone over her is one thing. Actually being tied down, though? That's ... a hell of a step. But now that the words are out there, she feels no need to walk them back. ] I'd be close - [ closer than she's ever been while he's had his battleshell off ] - but you'd be in complete control the whole time.
I know you will. Hesitation is less distrust in you, its just...it can be quick. But still, I want to be close, and if its strong enough I can take it off, I want to try while I have the nerve.
Spidershell, headboard. [The arms extend out from the shell and it crawls over to lean on the wall next to the headboard of his bed. Leaving his back exposed.]
[His free hand goes to her side, the other still holding her arm down. Still tracing a slow pattern as he considers her with a lidded look.] It is an idea. How about if it gets too much, I do that? I can give voice commands to the spidershell. It could hold your hands down in an instant, we wouldn't even need to stop.
[ Her lips curve up into a smile, and if she looks like she might be completely besotted right now … Well, that's his fault. Trust Donnie to be able to wreck her right in the feelings and in the science and fun. ]
[ Slowly, she lifts her hand. Cups his cheek gently. ] Deal. [ Her smile brightens. ] Now, before I drag you down here so I can kiss you, I've got one more question.
[That sure is a face. Its soft. Its so very soft even if he can't say what exactly it is. Something positive and fond, he thinks. He'll have to make her have that face more so he can memorize it.]
[He lets out a breath and leans into her touch.] Deal. [A soft murmur, turning his head to lightly kiss her palm.]
[And then there's the chirp and his eyes widen, snapping to her.]
[What was this about dragging down? Because instead he's already swooped down to kiss her hard with a churr.]
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But there's only one way to know for sure.
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But.
[Then he moves to straddle Korone's lap.]
I wouldn't want to risk falling asleep right now.
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[ on lap ]
[ lap full of boyfriend ]
E-Eh? Ah —
[ hhhhands … hands hover for a moment, then settle, tentatively, on his waist ]
We have things to talk about. Right, right.
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I want to make you orgasm.
Preferably more than once.
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Okay — [ SQUEAK. Clears her throat. ]
I, I mean, I've never tried for more than once, so who knows if I even could - [ Oh, hell, he's the type who'd probably take that as a challenge, isn't he. She quickly carries on, ] You in the mood for me to return the favor? And, uhm ... limits-wise ... What's off the table for you?
[ Better to ask now while they can think clearly. ]
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[He hums, tugging her sleeve to nibble lightly at her shoulder.] You can touch me. I just really want to make you feel good. However I can.
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[ She's still wearing her scarf. Hasn't really taken it off at all since the heart games, even with the taboo gnawing away at her quietly in the background. The thought of taking it off is like ice down her spine, but the thought of leaving it on here, now, with Donnie … that doesn't feel great. ]
[ ... ]
About - what you said earlier. That you could. If I wanted you to. [ Her hands start to wander, stroking up along his sides and back down again, dipping as low as his thighs ] Don't know if I'd be ready for that just yet, but anything up to that, I - I think I'd be willing to try.
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[He hums, nuzzling and nibbling over her skin. Just a light tease, not even enough to leave red marks.]
[He churrs softly as her hands wander.] Hmm, so don't fuck you. [Said in a low voice next to her ear.] But I can touch you. Taste you?
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[ ... When he says taste - ]
[ She pauses, eases out of a bite that absolutely would've left a mark without breaking the skin. Squirms a little, flustered, curious despite herself but if he means what she thinks he means, she may actually die ] Taste ...
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[He's going to squirrel his hands between them to start undoing his jacket. He doesn't need clothes, its warm enough in here.]
I know. In theory, it sounds like a nightmare for me. But I think it'll work out, especially if you keep chirping like that. Turtle instincts may just win.
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I'm — I … [ Wets her lips, squirming. ] I wouldn't be able to start with that, I think ... too embarrassed. Too much thinking. But I'm not saying no, if it's something you'd wanna try.
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[Off with the shirt which is really just for more warmth and who needs clothes when he's got his very eager girlfriend in bed?]
You should be in a more chirpy mood for it. Spiny Softshells like to check their potential mates are the right sex, and there's really only one reliable way to be sure. I'm going to see if that will overcome my usual sensory issues.
But being in the mood will help us both. [His hands then move to hers.]
[And then he pushes his chest against her, and moves to pin her and her arms to the bed.]
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And here I thought I was gonna get to touch. Rude, Dokkun.
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[He keeps her hands pinned for now. Thumbs tracing light circles over her wrists.]
I want to be close to you. Its maddening how close I want to be, it almost feels like spring. Its just...
[He bites his lip, considering as he stares down at her.]
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[ Hums softly, acceptance and encouragement all in one. She can be patient while he thinks through whatever it is he has on his mind. ]
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[He swallows and one hand lets go of her hand, moving to his shoulder.] The touch can't be light and gentle. Light touches are bad, okay?
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The — oh …
[ oh ]
[ OH ]
[ She stills. Not tense, just ... stunned, honestly, that he'd be willing to let her. Let her. ]
I — [ That's an insane amount of trust to put in her hands. Fuck. Her next breath shakes, but she steadies herself, meeting his eyes. ] If you're sure you're comfortable, Dee-kun. [ She has an idea of just how much that shell weighs. It's got to ache, and it'd be good for him if he could stand to wear it less often. ] But, if you're still not one hundred percent … I might have an idea. A suggestion.
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[He hits the button at his shoulder and there's a soft hiss as the clamp loosens.] A suggestion?
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And I would. Stop, I mean, the split-second you tell me to. If you wanna try, I'd be honored to try with you. [ Because, honestly? Seriously, and genuinely? The very idea that he'd be willing to attempt this means the world to her. ]
... I'd also be willing to let you tie me to the bed. [ ... She wasn't totally sure about it herself until she said it outloud. Being pinned by his hands is one thing. Having his weight alone over her is one thing. Actually being tied down, though? That's ... a hell of a step. But now that the words are out there, she feels no need to walk them back. ] I'd be close - [ closer than she's ever been while he's had his battleshell off ] - but you'd be in complete control the whole time.
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Spidershell, headboard. [The arms extend out from the shell and it crawls over to lean on the wall next to the headboard of his bed. Leaving his back exposed.]
[His free hand goes to her side, the other still holding her arm down. Still tracing a slow pattern as he considers her with a lidded look.] It is an idea. How about if it gets too much, I do that? I can give voice commands to the spidershell. It could hold your hands down in an instant, we wouldn't even need to stop.
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[ Slowly, she lifts her hand. Cups his cheek gently. ] Deal. [ Her smile brightens. ] Now, before I drag you down here so I can kiss you, I've got one more question.
[ Her eyes twinkle. And she chirps, Mine? ]
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[That sure is a face. Its soft. Its so very soft even if he can't say what exactly it is. Something positive and fond, he thinks. He'll have to make her have that face more so he can memorize it.]
[He lets out a breath and leans into her touch.] Deal. [A soft murmur, turning his head to lightly kiss her palm.]
[And then there's the chirp and his eyes widen, snapping to her.]
[What was this about dragging down? Because instead he's already swooped down to kiss her hard with a churr.]
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